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caterpellas · 4 years

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munich nights • harry styles 2

summary: touring inseparably as best friends and musicians, yours and harry’s relationship takes a cruel turn in munich.

warnings: smut (thigh riding, oral f receiving, girl on top n i think that’s it)

genre: bestfriend!harry, friends to lovers(?), angst, smut, it’s the works y’all

pt 2/3 (one is here) word count: 6k

a/n: this is the penultimate bit now :) i’m actually super nervous to post this lol i’m a mess anyway pls enjoy

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you couldn’t lie, you cried yourself to sleep that night, with a movie you sort of cared about playing in the background. harry didn’t love you, and what used to be the strongest friendship in mankind had now crumbled apart and returned to a state of distant nothingness. harry didn’t love you. he didn’t have to say those words to you for you to know they were true. the realisation hit you about twenty minutes after harry left like an arrow to your chest, that was so recently covered in his ejaculate. not only were the pair of you virtually inseparable, you worked together as well and you had absolutely no idea what was going to happen now. you felt too ashamed for him and his band members to see you now after last night.

waking up in a damp patch of tears in your double bed, you try your hardest to get on with your day and forget last night. a bath felt appropriate so, just before midday, before you’d even greeted your friends yet, you ran one. the tub itself was freestanding and as deep as your head when you sat in it, the victorian taps centred in the middle. it was definitely the nicest bath you’d had in your life. you stripped off last nights clothes that you had shamelessly fallen asleep in and hoped to god the hot water of your bath would erase the images of last night, but the feeling of harry’s touch burned hotter then any water.

almost an hour later, milo, your drummer, knocked on the door of the bathroom you were still in.

“y/n? you in there? we haven’t seen you since last night before you and harry left. is everything okay?” milo’s voice reached you through the oak walls. you wanted to tell him that nothing was okay, and that you’re most important relationship ceased to exist but you couldn’t bare to tell anyone else, especially your friend and bandmate of 5 years.

“i’m all good, i’ll be out soon.” you make it downstairs another half an hour later, the need for a cup of tea driving you to the kitchen. as you reached the breakfast bar right next to the kitchen, you saw the sickening mop of brown curls that you were hoping to avoid. he turns to face you at the sound of your slippers against the tiled floor.

but instead of plain ignorance, a much more unexpected reaction finds its way to harry as he greets you, “y/n! we were beginning to think you’d drowned in that bath.”

you stood in bewilderment at harry’s attempt at a joke, wondering why he was trying you like all of last night never happened to either of you. but you picked this over cold silence so went along with it, “yeah sorry i needed to recover from the jet lag yesterday.”

it was sort of true, you were feeling the time difference and were grateful to be able to rest today. aside from plans to go out this evening, you were all going to rest up at home. which meant being in close quarters with the man you were trying so hard to avoid. making your cup of tea on the old aga kettle, your friends went back to discussing tour details, chatting about last and what was in store for the rest of the trip. you got a feeling their plans for the future weren’t going to be that plain and simple.

by the evening, you had all found yourselves comfortably sat around the fire outside, eating takeout from a german restaurant nearby. it was really good, and although you and harry had barely spoken more than those few words to each other things weren’t as awkward as you were dreading they’d be. usually, if things hadn’t gone the way they had, you and harry would be sat next to one another, your sides touching all the way down whilst you giggled over something harry was telling you.but as it goes, milo and olly sandwiched you between their huge bodies.

“does anyone know the name of the club we’re going to tonight?”

your ears pricked up at the mention of going to a club. you didn’t realise you were going out-out.

“panorama, i think? i put harry’s name on the guest list.”

it occurred to you that you were heavily underdressed for an exclusive nightclub. you had a good feeling they wouldn’t accept your cargo pants and grubby trainers. jumping up from the bench you run to the door, “i need to go change!”

you opted for an ever so slightly classier look and went with a small pleated skirt and a cropped cardigan. not a combo you’d usually wear, it was a little more fitted then you’d choose for yourself but you’d compromise a little to get in the club. you stuck with the dr martens purely for comfort and called it a night there. you loved your style for many reasons, but the most important one was that it was low effort. it took a maximum of 20 minutes to get ready and you took pride in that.

the group had organised to have a limo to share instead of a taxi, so harry was a little more protected from paparazzi and also to fit the size of your party. they were all waiting outside on the drive when you got downstairs and in unison, their heads turned to face you.

sarah grinned at you, “i love it.”

“very cute,” charlotte smiled as well.

you responded with a “cheers” before daring to look at harry. he was wearing a silk shirt and slacks in a baby pink colour. nothing different to harry’s usual attire but the outfit still sent a chill down your spine. well that, and the way he was looking at you. it was dark out but you could still see how electric his green eyes were as they stared directly at you. you’d been caught off guard, harry wasn’t someone you were prepared to connect with again this evening. in fact, you’d convinced yourself that you didn’t even care whether harry was going to be there or not (utter lies of course). but by the way he was looking at you, you knew this wasn’t the end and you weren’t sure if that was a good thing or not.

the vip section of ‘panorama’ was plush and teal coloured, with flower garlands and strip lights along the ceiling. you had a lounging area all to yourselves, with big padded benches and cushions. it was luxurious and if you weren’t so highly strung from having harry sat so near by, you’d fall asleep on it. you drunk so many cocktails by this point and your worries seemed to fade away into the loud club music.

“y/n.”

harry was sat next to you, but distantly. he was chatting to mitch before he said your name. no matter how loud the music playing was, you’d still always here his voice. turning to him, you asked, “harry?”

he’s smiling at you, like nothing has changed, “how come you haven’t danced yet this evening?”

it was a good question- you loved to dance more than you loved to perform. harry would always make fun of you, the shimmy you would do when he was playing disco in the studio and the way you always swayed along to fleetwood mac, pretending to be stevie nicks on stage. the reason you weren’t dancing is because you were far too obsessed with the closeness you had achieved with harry in your booth.

“i haven’t quite been feeling it just yet,” you teased back and you felt as though things with harry had gone back to normal, so you dared to ask, “are we good?”

harry’s boyish smile took over his face as he gave you a definite, “yes.”

“well i’m feeling more in the mood now so i’ll see you later,” you get up to exit, smoothing out the pleats in your skirt and struggle to take your eyes away from his. dreaming he’ll follow you, you make your way into the adjacent room filled to the brim with people. the song was bassy, but mellow and you could immediately feel your body moving to it. before you knew it you were almost next to the dj booth, opposite the ceiling high speakers and the song was perfect. you hadn’t felt this relaxed since yesterday’s plane journey and you let your unease pour out of your limbs as they writhed to the music. it took a few minutes to take you out of the trance and realise, although surrounded by a mass of people, you weren’t alone.

a tall figure was behind you, and without turning you knew who it was. you could smell his cologne easily- it was gucci of course and it was heavenly. not even daring to turn to him, you stayed facing away, afraid of what it meant to have him in your view. his hands, large and firm, gripped your shoulders, like he did twice yesterday, and his hot breath was against your neck.

“can i join you?”

the question itself was said innocently, this wasn’t the first time harry had asked to dance with you, and probably wasn’t the last, but it felt different to you now. god how you missed the simplicity of harry being unattainably yours as a friend. finally bracing yourself to meet his eyes from almost a foot above you, you spun, his arms falling from your shoulders to your forearms.

smiling up at the familiar face of the love of your life, you said into his ear, “of course you can dance with me.”

dancing with harry was nothing sexy or erotic but it was the most intimate you’d ever been with him, before last night. harry loved to dance almost as much as you and the best part of his whole personality was nothing other than his devil-may-care disposition. it reminded you of the times he’d twirl you while you were stood somewhere completely out of the blue, or when he’d snap his fingers along to a song and by the time you’d joined in the two of you had broken out into a full dance routine just for the sheer fun of it.

harry grabbed your small, clammy hands and pulled you into him, and then straight back out as wild cherry played through the speakers and you inaudibly laughed at his initial dance moves.

“is that all you’ve got styles?” you smirked at him before laughing at the ridiculous version of the hustle he was trying to pull off. he looked way better than you’d ever want to declare, looking fresh out of the 70s whilst funk music played to his dance moves. it suited him down to a fine art and the song was tailor made for his steps. your hips circled to the song and you remembered just how much you love it. pulling out some more unconventional dance moves you went for the peace signs over your eyes and harry’s head fell back in laughter whilst watching you.

this was it. the perfect moment you were so afraid of losing with him. you understood now that whatever yours and harry’s union was, it was far stronger than you ever gave it credit for. harry and you were back to normal again and instead of last night’s beer goggles making you far more candid then you’d like, now your feelings were crystal clear. harry was all you’d ever want.

as boney m. began to fade in now harry’s dancing had become more intense and now the pair of you were far closer then you’d ever danced together before. one of his hands made a brave attempt at looping around your waist and spinning you, making your skirt flare up in the process. usually you’d be shy and care, but only harry was paying attention to you and the thought of him have a small peak at what was under your skirt didn’t even slightly bother you. one of your arms clutches his lean bicep and you moved in unison together, only inches away from one another now.

“i love watching you dance,” harry whisper-shouted in your ear. unprepared for that statement, you stare into his eyes as they flashed in the colours of the lights. his gaze is unfocused, undecided on if it will look into your own or watch your lips, dampened from the small lick you gave them. his own lips were distracting you as well, the bottom one pulled in by his teeth, a habit he picked up when he was feeling conflicted. you wished he wasn’t such a hard man to read. the only definite you held onto right now was that he wanted to kiss you, reaffirmed when his eyes closed and his head ducked to meet your own.

“harry,” you place a hand on his exposed chest, “i can’t kiss you.”

he knew why. he knew that it crossed the boundary you weren’t meant to cross again. but much like you that didn’t want to stop him. so, despite himself, harry ignored your remark and hesitantly placed his lips on yours. the feeling of his kiss muted the sounds around you and in desperation you urged him to kiss you harder. no matter the height difference between the two of you, harry and you still felt perfectly matched. harry’s hands came into your tangled hair and gripped at the top of your neck, his lips even firmer against yours at the new angle. this was far more passionate then last night, and you were seeing harry in a whole new light. he wasn’t just your friend, an unrequited love and now a one time sexual partner but something more on par with your own emotions. harry’s zealous kiss seemed to correspond with all the feelings you had never spoken about him. but then he pulled away, leaving you empty again. you frowned at him, “why did you stop?”

he simply smiled back at you, soothing your nerves, and took your hand as he pulled you through the crowds to a curtained doorway. the room he took you to was a semi circle, the wall surrounded by a settee, and the floor was carpeted and plush with cushions and blankets. it reminded you of a harem, which made you question harry’s choice of destination. it was far quieter in here, the music now a dull bass in the background.

“why are we in here?” you looked over to harry who had already taken a seat on the sofa.

“i thought you’d want more privacy,” he grinned at you. harry’s attitude towards the whole thing was starting to irritate you instead now. why was he acting like this whole thing was so casual? did it not affect him like it did you?

“you’re kidding right? what even is this?” you scoff at him, crossing your arms across your chest. you were pissed.

harry’s brows creased in confusion, “what’s the matter?”

“what’s the matter? how can you ask me that? things are different now harry and you know it.”

he knew it. he just couldn’t find the courage to tell you that he’d wanted things to be this way for the past 2 years. it’s why he was constantly cracking jokes or messing around with you, making you smile and laugh brought him more joy then anything else in his life. it’s why he was so overwhelmed by white hot jealousy when he saw your mouth around that arsehole sound tech’s dick.

“jesus, y/n we’re friends aren’t we? why do we have to talk about that anyway, we’re having fun.”

“because harry,” you huff at him, “unlike you my feelings are a little bruised from last nights events.”

his eyes momentarily filled with guilt, “i know that was- not decent of me.”

“uh you think? i love you harry but you’re not pulling this crap on me again,” you tried to sound stern but his eyes melted you. you looked away but his hand reached for yours. this was it though. your temper had gotten the better of you and you were ready to leave him here and say goodbye to any relationship you formerly had with him. if he did anything again to you like he did last night you were sure your dignity would crumble into unfixable pieces. sighing, you finish off by telling him, “i can’t do this anymore harry.”

“i don’t want to lose you,” harry’s eyes were filled with pleading.

“you should have thought about that before i put your cock in my mouth,” you snapped at him. you hated to admit that saying out loud what you and harry had done had turned you on immensely. harry’s pupils dilated in synchronisation with yours. he played right into this.

“so you’d never do it again?” why was he asking you this?

“no. i wouldn’t.” he wouldn’t get the satisfaction of knowing what he did to you anymore. even though the sight of him with his half buttoned silk shirt, damp with sweat as he lounged on the settee, his high waisted trousers spread apart along his long legs made your legs feel like mush. your voice was so convincing that harry’s face fell and in an instant you wanted to eat your words.

“y/n, i’m sorry if i overstepped,” he stood up and wiped his hands on his trousers, “do you wanna just go back to being friends?”

there was only one right answer to that question;

“fuck no.”

you jumped harry then and there and he fell back onto the padded seat, hands strongly gripping your waist. you quickly kissed him and in shock you retreated, your eyes locking, before connecting your lips with him again. his hands move south to your hips and then to your buttocks, giving your scantily clad cheeks a squeeze. you knew from a past discussion harry was an ass man, after a few drinks together one night you were talking about likes and dislikes. it reminded you of one preference in particular. grabbing a fistful of his hair, you tugged it gently and an audible moan fell in between his lips against yours.

“fuck, y/n do that again,” he mumbled into your mouth and you responded with another pull on his curls. his hips jerked up to meet the middle of your legs and between the thin material of his trousers and nothing covering your crotch other then the thin material of your underwear, little was left to the imagination. you could feel harry’s erection growing the more your hand tangled into his hair. your bare thighs clutched tightly by harry’s hands and you could tell they were longing to hold your bare ass. with your other hand on harry’s bicep, you moved it down to his hand and guided it up along your cheek and he hummed in satisfaction.

“hey harry,” you spoke into the kiss, “you remember california?”

how could he forget- you had spent the whole day drinking on the beach and that was where you had confessed about all your likes and dislikes, giggling like little kids the whole time. who knew that several months later that secret information would become so beneficial?

“what about it?” he asked as your lips traced down his neck to his chest.

“do you remember what i told you?”

a switch flipped in harry’s head and he suddenly knew what you wanted. his thigh came between your legs and you put your weight onto it eagerly, and his hands rocked you back and forth on the cotton of his slacks. the friction was exactly what you needed and you had never been more thankful that harry had listened so intently to your confession; you loved dry humping.

harry’s gaze was on you as you continued to grind on him, and the sight was enough to turn him from semi to fully hard.

“does that feel good?” harry asked you and you were too shy to answer him, only whimpering in response, “tell me y/n.”

“it feels so good harry,” you moaned out. your pace had begun to quick as you needily searched for your release. you could feel your wetness seeping into the material against his thigh and a faint squelching noise could be heard underneath your mewls of satisfaction. your hand fell across the bridge of his nose, outlining his sharp cheekbone and rest along his neck, licking his lips as he watches you get yourself off on him.

on a normal occasion, you’d be too embarrassed to ever ride someone’s thigh, it made you the centre of their attention and that frightened you. but knowing that harry’s undivided recognition was different. you loved having his hands and eyes all over your body. not that he knew, but it was his after all. if he wanted it to, it could belong to him.

“harry,” you gasped, “i’m going to cum.”

to know he was about to witness your undoing just like you’d seen his thrilled him.

“cum for me y/n,” harry pushed your hips for you, gripping the flesh of your ass, and rolling you back and forth till you let out a sob as you came all over his thigh. your forehead fell onto harry’s shoulder as you recollected yourself. that was the first time you had ever cum just from humping. and it was on harry’s leg. the familiar blush crept up your arms to your neck and cheeks and you couldn’t bare to lift your head off of harry’s shoulder.

“y/n,” harry’s voice gently interrupted, “not to rush you or anything but my trousers really are soaked.”

his fingers slid down your thighs to help you off of his leg, your own like that of a baby deer. you weren’t expecting harry to unbuckle his belt and slip his trousers off his legs, the thick wet patch taking up a lot of the fabric.

“what are you doing?”

“well you don’t expect me to keep them on do you?”

“i sort of thought you’d just leave again.”

harry’s face flushed in shame, “i am really sorry i did that last time, y/n. it was a dick move.”

“just a little,” you give him a half smile to let him know you couldn’t stay mad at him. stood in awkward silence, your panties dripping with your cum and harry in nothing but a shirt and boxers, you didn’t know what to say. it wasn’t common that you’d find an uncomfortable lack of words to say to harry.

finally, after one too many moments in silence, harry beckoned you with his finger, “c’mere.”

suddenly you found yourself snugly wrapped in his arms, your cheek to his chest as he held you.

“harry i-“

“don’t just yet please.”

so you stayed that way for a little longer. you realised that this could be the last chance you hold him like this, so you mentally noted every last thing about him you loved. his smell, typically of gucci, but underneath the artificial scent a more clean, personal one of clean bedding and shampoo. his arms, and how their length seemed to engulf you better than any of the softest, plushest bedding in existence. his lips that you could feel on the top of your head and how the feeling of them on your own was tattooed to you now. you knew that if you ever kissed anyone in the future it couldn’t penetrate the lasting layer of his.

he pulled away from you a few moments later, looking down over you. searching his eyes for any clues to his own thoughts from under your lashes, you found nothing. it didn’t mean you were expecting what came next.

as you started, “i understand if you don’t want to do this anymo-“

“i love you.”

the words hung in the air in stunned silence, and you were in too much of a state of shock to know how to take them. he loved you? was he saying the way he always did or did he mean he loved you the way you loved him?

“harry you don’t mean that you.. does that mean you, like, love-me-love-me?” you sounded like a teenager, your juvenile question was all you could muster up.

“i’ve always loved you y/n,”

“i know you have bu-“

“will you just let me finish please?” his fingers pressed against your lips to silence you, “you always talk without actually listening. let me a second please.

“i realised that you’ve never been my friend. don’t interrupt. you were never my friend because you were always like way more than that. friend seemed too small a word for us, you know? and then that day after i saw you and that shitty sound tech fucking in your room i was so angry and jealous and then i realised how much i wanted to be in his place. but you and me had already had such a good relationship i was worried i would ruin it by changing our dynamic. then on the night i met camila, you were so distant from me. i was upset and camila was into me so i was going to fuck her, but i couldn’t. i haven’t had sex with anyone since i saw you and-“

“his name was josh.”

“y/n i really couldn’t give a fuck what his name was. but anyway last night that prick wouldn’t leave you alone and i had to do something, and i wasn’t planning on taking things where they went but by the time you’d brought up my tattoos i was in too deep. i hate that i left you last night. i wanted to say all of this then, but i was too scared. so i left and hoped things would go back to normal between us. but our normal is nothing compared to what we had last night.”

overwhelmed, you sat down on the settee, leaning back to accommodate all of this information.

“so you want to be with me?” you asked him, still not believing it for yourself.

harry beamed at you, “i know, crazy right?”

“i just- i,” you stuttered over your lack of words.

“you don’t have to feel the same why i just figured it was best to be honest.”

you couldn’t help it, but you snorted at him, “you’re kidding right? i have not wanted anything more in my entire life.“

harry knelt down in front of you, and from this height you to were level. you could see eye to eye as equals now. his lips came to your forehead and softly kissed you there, your eyes fluttering closed. it was contentment to know he was finally yours. moving even closer to you, harry moved your legs aside and came between them and you had to prevent him from getting too close so your still-damp panties didn’t come into contact with his expensive shirt.

“you know,” you could feel harry’s lips turn upwards into a smirk on your forehead, “this means you don’t have to feel quite as worried about me fucking you anymore. i’m yours now, y/n.”

he lowered onto the back of his heals, taking his head to the level of your breasts, and he moved back a bit to take in the sight of you. you had to have been a mess, your black eyeliner probably smudged and your hair knotted around your head. your legs were still wide apart, giving harry the greatest opportunity to see under your little tartan skirt.

his pupils widen at the sight, “i can’t believe i’ve never seen you in a skirt like this before. you look so cute in it. it gives me great opportunity to do this,” his hands slid up your thighs slowly and surely, eventually coming down so that they were on the inside of your legs, just before your crotch. you were at his mercy at this angle, and he used it to his advantage. his long fingers brushed up against your clothed core and you whimpered at the sensitivity.

“are you still sore from earlier?”

you nodded and swallowed the nervous lump in your throat. his fingers moved up towards your hips, bumping your clit in the process and grabbed the sides of your tight underwear. pulling them down your legs, he got to see your pussy for the very first time. mouth practically salivating at the sight of your already wet lips, he began kissing along the insides of your legs, working inwards from the knee. he stopped at the edge of your thighs, teasing you with no touch. you hips were writhing at the need for contact and he pinned your thighs down, restricting you.

“i want to undress you first.”

his nimble fingers make quick work of the tiny buttons on your cardigan and it only just occurred to you that you’re not wearing a bra underneath. your bare sternum is exposed and you can tell harry is surprised to find you completely naked behind the cardi. slipping it off your shoulders, your perky breasts are finally unleashed for harry’s viewing.

“we never fucked,” you blurred out.

“what do you mean?”

“me and josh never had sex. i haven’t actually had sex in about two years.”

harry’s jaw sunk slightly at your confession, “but- how haven’t you?”

you felt embarrassed by this. no one ever compared to harry so why would you waste your time on them? you mostly only fooled around with josh because you needed a distraction from harry’s constant sex appeal.

“well josh and me never actually got around to it since he left the crew and aside from him there hasn’t been anyone else.”

you couldn’t believe you were saying this to him right after he’d undressed you, the air con hardening your nipples. harry couldn’t really concentrate on what you were saying, especially when his name was mentioned and your breasts were on full display to him. ignoring your rambling, harry’s mouth came down onto your right nipple, circling it with his tongue and ending your words with a gasp. your nipples were more sensitive then you’d initially realised, or maybe it was just because it was harry’s mouth encapsulating them, but the sensation felt like enough to make you cum from that alone.

“harry, i,” you sighed out breathily. sentences weren’t able to be formed presently, it was all too much. not for harry though, who had no qualms about saying, “i want to fuck you in nothing but that little skirt.”

you tried to press your thighs together, his words jolted down to your clit and you needed some kind of release. harry’s mouth went back to your boobs and down the valley in the middle, licking down it, to your pierced belly button and finally his head disappeared under your skirt. you instinctively placed your feet up on either side of the sofa to spread your pussy even further for his access.

his tongue mercilessly licked up from your taint to your clit and you bucked in delight. the muscle of his tongue pressed hard against the sensitive ball of nerves in quick movements, lapping at it rhythmically. you couldn’t control the volume of your moans now, cussing incoherently to him. but it wasn’t enough, you needed harry fully.

pulling his hair, you were so close to cumming but you couldn’t let it happen yet, not till he’d been inside you.

“harry stop,” you manage to get out, “i need you in me.”

he drew back as soon as you spoke and you leant forward to unbutton his shirt, but you lost your balance as you go forward, falling on top of him onto the cushioned floor. you both burst into giggles at your clumsiness, it was something that you joked about a lot together. you hadn’t loved anyone more then you loved harry right now, his chuckles like music to your ears as you lay on him nearly naked, his curls sat on his forehead.

“i love you,” harry told you, his hand cupping your cheek from below.

“i love you too,” leaning to kiss him, you moved your hand down and gripped his erection, forcing a moan from his lips, “now make love to me.”

he wasted no time in finishing off unbuttoning the rest of his shirt, and you ground your hips into his erection, forcing a groan from his lips. you were so close to feeling harry inside you, only boxers in the way of you two. you sat back and slipped them off his hips. before you got a chance to line him up with your walls, harry interrupted you, “are you in birth control?”

“yes,” you blushed. he smirked at you as he grabbed his hard cock in his hand and positioned it with you. you sunk down ont his cock, sighing is feel yourself being filled. you had craved this feeling for far too long, and harry filled you so well.

“fuck, y/n,” harry’s eyes closed when you engulfed him fully. adjusting, you began to bob up and down on his dick slowly, getting used to the foreign sensation. it stung a little bit as you hadn’t been filled in so long, but the need for harry numbed any of the pain. harry’s sweaty hands came up to cup your breasts, playing with your nipples as you began to quicken your pace.

“how do i feel inside you? does it feel good?”

you could only nod back, his cock hitting your g spot so well from this angle. as you began to speed up, your tits bounced delectably in front of harry’s face and he had to take over dominance, slamming his hips up to meet your own. his erection pounded into you, your mouth eliciting depraved whines. your skirt was swinging around your barely clothed ass and giving harry only sneaky glimpses of how the two of you were connected.

with harry’s hips moving more erratically, you could tell he was close.

you leant your mouth into his ear to whisper, “i want you to cum inside me.”

that was enough to tip harry over the edge, and so you could both finish together he reached his thumb under your skirt and thumbed your clit, sending your body into a heavenly orgasm. harry unloaded into your walls as you clenched around him, the both of you finishing in unison. flopping down onto his chest, he left his cock in you, both too fucked out to move yet. when he had softened, he slipped out of you, making you wince at the feeling.

“so,” you said into harry’s chest, “does that mean you’re mine now?”

his hand rubbed the small of your back, “i’m yours.”

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Hi anon, I'm doing well, and hope you are too! Happy Sunday! Thanks for filling my box with this fluff request. Hope you enjoy 💜

I imagined this piece as a drabble follow-up to my previously completed multi-chapter fic Isolated. Although, it can also stand-alone as a 6th year AU drabble!

It's A Trap

If someone had told Ron Weasley that, by the end of sixth year at Hogwarts, his best mate would be dating his sister and his other best friend would be his girlfriend, he would have thought he'd fallen off his broom.

However, here he was, lounging in the common room with all three aforementioned Gryffindors. Harry was leaning back lazily in his chair with Ginny's feet tucked into his lap. Ron was sitting across from them, doodling on a scrap piece of parchment, and Hermione was...well, being Hermione.

"Hermione, please, can't you just take a break from studying for a bit?" Ron groaned, reaching over to rub her shoulders, only to have her annoyingly swat his hands away.

"Final exams, Ron! Final exams!" She only exclaimed back shrilly, without bothering to look up from the book that her nose was currently buried in.

Ron shook his head exasperatedly at Harry, who was too busy making googly eyes at Ginny to even notice.

He grunted, crossing his arms and slouching down in his seat.

"Don't pout," Hermione muttered, finally straying her eyes away from the textbook long enough to give Ron a stern look.

He'll take it.

Ron caught her hand in mid-air before she had time to turn to the next page in her book.

"You need to relax, love," he murmured softly, intertwining their fingers together.

Hermione sighed deeply, and he thought she might be caving until he heard the next words out of her mouth. "Don't you want to study with me? The more we work, the more you'll feel prepared for tomorrow's classes. Don't you want that feeling?"

No. What he wanted was the feeling of her lips pressed to his, his hands underneath her skirt...

"It's a trap," Harry not-so-quietly whispered through a fit of coughs.

"Harry James Potter!" Ginny scolded, smacking him lightly on the shoulder.

Ron guffawed at his best friend, earning a glare from Harry as he rubbed the now tender spot on his arm.

"Watch it. I know your middle name, too," Ginny glowered back at Ron, which shut him up instantly.

"Ron, I mean it!" Hermione began, quite threatening, "If you don't take this seriously, you can forget about us meeting in the Astronomy tower later!"

Hermione slammed her book closed and made to stand up when Ron grasped her elbow desperately,

"Wait, no. Don't take kissing away from me!"

Hermione rolled her eyes in an attempt to show irritation, but her now-pink cheeks betrayed her.

Harry groaned in the background. "Okay, you guys, I really didn't need to hear that."

Hermione ignored Harry, instead choosing to kink a challenging eyebrow towards her boyfriend. "It's your call, Ron."

Hermione spun on her heel without waiting for an answer. She made a point to sit at a nearby table that had one more chair. A chair that Ron knew she fully intended for him to come sit in.

"I think she's found your soft spot, Ron," Harry remarked, a wide, smug grin on his face.

"What do you mean?" Ron threw back, still trying to figure out Hermione's end game. He was sure that his eyebrows were so scrunched up that he would have permanent wrinkles on his forehead.

"Every single time you disagree, she's going to threaten to take away...you know. She's got you right where she wants you."

Ginny only made a noise of disgust, removing her feet from Harry's lap before making her way over to Hermione's table. She was obviously going to report back on what Harry just explained.

"Oh, bloody hell," Ron grumbled. What if Harry was right? What if Hermione was using kissing as a way to motivate him to study? If so, he had to applaud her valiant effort.

He was shaken from his thoughts by said witch in question, who had wrapped her arms around his neck from behind to whisper in his ear. "Don't listen to him, Ron. You know I wouldn't try to manipulate you like that. I just want you to reach your full potential. I know you can do this!"

"I know, love," Ron squeezed her hand gently, craning his neck back to give her a tender smile.

Hermione, appearing satisfied by his answer, swiftly kissed his cheek and returned to her table.

Once she was a safe distance away, Ron leaned over to Harry,

"She's lying, right?"

Although Ron was suspect of Hermione's true intentions, he was already packing up his belongings, prepared to join her anyway because he loved the barmy witch.

"Oh, most definitely."

#romione #romione fanfic #ron x hermione #harry potter #6th year AU #romione drabble #cheesyficwriter

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jjba-hell · 4 years

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Black Velvet

Last day of prompts and I had no choice but to act a certain way.... So this is a somewhat yet another continuation of Take of Epitheus but it’s not as juicy. My fellow fic writers know that you usually get an idea and run with it which is exactly what happened here.

Some triggers: suggestive content, some self-loathing, mention of drug use and nicotine use and no proof-reading (we die like men, today) and that’s about it

Okay I swear this is the last one for a hot minute so: @lasquadraweek2020 @risottoneroo @giogio-gucci-gangstar

2K words and Reader is GN, Good Luck

You sat back in the bay window as you watched the water run down the window in streaks. The bottom window was open for you to hold your lit cigarette out and away from the kitchen behind you. The weather seemed to fit your mood perfectly- after everything you’d been through, everything you’d done- now you had no one to blame for your current situation other than yourself and the new level of self-loathing was taking a toll on your mental health.

Giorno Giovanna, despite his young age, held a cunning manner of getting what he wanted and luring you in with an innocent enough promise of freedom under a singular, seemingly doable, condition was how you ended up with a packed suitcase standing in front of your bedroom door.

What you had seen when your stand held onto Giorno’s soul was enough to warn you that you had sealed your own fate in the mafia. His father was someone...or rather, something... you’d thought belonged in the flights of fancy of Victorian era romance novels. His bloodline was as muddled and convoluted- his true identity of his father being hazy and unsure but you gave him direction into possible siblings and family he could have.

You believed that you did more than your fair share in finding the Speedwagon Foundation and Erina Pembleton’s descendants- how it connected with the name Jonathan Joestar.

But it wasn’t enough.

What’s worse, you had gotten what you wanted. Your team was healed and allowed to do as they pleased and had indeed disappeared from the mafia’a control- instead being used as nothing more than a tool to the Don and his team to get what he wanted.

You groaned, pinching the bridge between your eyes. Were you really being bossed around by a kid at this age?

The steady sound of a motor running outside your window among the near-silent street suddenly caught your attention.

If it was a car, it wasn’t big- in fact you wagered it was probably a motorcycle but why it was standing so close to the house you were close at, you were unsure.

You ditched the cigarette and stood up, slipping the revolver from your kitchen cabinet into your hand, double checking the bullets in the chamber before clicking it back into place and heading down the stairs to the front door.

Ever since you started helping Giorno you’ve had a myriad of people from rival gangs as well as some government-looking officials on your behind and as much as you hated the position you were in, the last thing you wanted to do was traverse more bullshit from anymore organizations.

Your door was locked but a bit too easy to pick. When the scratched in the door started you knew being on your guard was the right course of action. So you stepped closer to the wall and pulled back the hammer from the barrel.

Eventually the door clicked open and coming to stare at the end of your gun was a face you didn’t think you’d see again.

“Melone?” You frowned, not lowering the weapon.

You had heard through the grapevine that your old team had all retired and gone under the radar- so seeing Melone standing in front of you made your heart drop to your shoes. And yet...it felt so good to see a familiar face. You dropped your raised weapon to your side with a frown. “What are you doing here?”

The signature lustful smug slithered onto his face. “Am I not allowed to miss the most attractive person from my old team?”

You were about to roll your eyes but the comment only made you give a chuckle. “Oh please- I think Risotto takes that title a bit better than me.”

“Mmmm he is, but to me it’s like choosing pizza or cake.”

“Both good but for different occasions?” You sighed as you pushed the door shut behind him and grabbed a towel from the guest bathroom nearby.

“Exactly.”

You would usually not have stood for this bullshit, Melone’s lecherous comments wasn’t something you enjoyed but it felt good to see a familiar face until you led him to upstairs to towel off.

“What are you doing here?” You asked, knowing damn well he probably used BabyFace to track you.

His gaze was fixated on the suitcase outside your bedroom door.

“You’re leaving?”

You could only groan in response, stomping off back to the bay window.

“Y/n, I thought you were still working with the Don.”

“I am, they’re the reason I’m leaving.”

“Where are you going?”

You gazed over at him as he approached.

“You know I can’t disclose that.”

He slid beside you on the seat as you lit your second cigarette- watching you as you angrily tossed the lighter across the floor. For a moment he let you sit there in silence, letting the itch to talk to him overwhelm you.

It did and with a frustrated puff of smoke you ran a hand through your hair. “I fucked up, Mel. I fucked up bad and there’s no one to blame except me.”

He didn’t respond- he was probably trying to get you to talk a bit more.

“I don’t know what’s worse, the fact that I’m still stuck in this crap or that-“ you let out a hysterical laugh. “That I’m being pushed around by a kid almost 10 years younger than me.”

You wanted to pull your hair out and scream, raking your nails over your scalp and pulling the hair as you gazed down at you bend knee.

Melone’s hand wrapped around the wrist beside your head and gently pulled out. Your eyes shot up and for once in his life he seemed more somber than usual. “Y/n, relax.”

“You’re clean.” You realized out loud.

A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Yeah, I’ve kinda been cut off when I left the mafia so you’re welcome to use my real name.”

“Who knows you’re here?”

“Doesn’t matter.”

“Stefan.” You were the one to grab hold of his wrist this time. “I’m not having you risk your freedom for some drugs.”

He gave a huff of laughter, his hand loosening from your wrist. “I know you don’t touch the mafia’s drug trade. I’m not here for drugs.”

For a moment you were just confused. Was he really here for you? You couldn’t believe it, not with his track record.

“So why...?”

He lounged back in his seat. “Is it so hard to believe I wanted to check up on my teammate?”

“You care?”

He seemed be taken aback for a moment, his gaze going down. “I know you think I was just half high all the time but I did appreciate you treating me with some dignity. Which is something I can’t say I experienced from the all of our old team. It wasn’t the drugs talking when I insisted you coming on missions with me.”

You sat there, kind of dumbfounded by it all. Melone off of drugs was definitely something you weren’t accustomed to- it seemed like his first thing in the mornings was to pop an ecstasy pill or two so to see him in front of you like this caught you off guard.

He cleared his throat and stood up, moving to the stacked wine rack.

“You’ve definitely not been here long, the wine rack is untouched.” He joked over his shoulder.

You got up and followed him as he was surveying the bottles. It was probably cruel of you to do what you did, you knew the only reason you were feeling anything for him, wanting to do anything with him was because you felt so alone and him coming to you, telling you he was still here, still cared about you...

You placed a hand on his shoulder and looked into his eyes. “Stefan, I like you too.”

His eyes widened for a moment and for a split second you thought you had misread the signals but what came out of his mouth was what you knew you wanted.

“You don’t have to like me.”

He put the wine bottle back into the rack, your hands finding his wrists to hold in front of your chest.

“No, you don’t understand. I do like you. And...I’m sorry I just...” you gazed up at his odd colored eyes- seeing another part of him you’d never seen. Was it vulnerability? You suppose it was selfish but you wanted to find more, explore more, be surprised by this new side of him. “...really want to kiss you.”

His eyes lidded as he leaned down slightly to bring your noses together, face to face.

“Just say when you want to stop.”

You let out a sigh as you pressed yourself into him, lips meeting into an intense kiss.

You never did say stop. Not when you were peeling his wet clothes off of him, not when you were pushing each other into walls, not when you both dropped onto the bed and found bliss in each other’s bodies. Not even when you were holding each other, pressed into each other’s warmth under the sheets like you were each other’s lifeline. You swept away a loose strand of his hair behind his ear, pressing your hand against the side of his face.

He smiled so warmly at you, so beautifully that you had to return it but your forced smile soon turned into tears spilling over your face.

He brought his hands to your face and wiped away the tears from your eyes.

“I wish I could help.” He whispered.

All you could do was weep into his shoulder. You had said your pained goodbyes at the front door. Only when you walked back did you notice he had left a piece of paper with his number scribbled at your landline. It only made your heart ache so much worse.

That night you stood in the house with the lights off and your suitcase fully packed.

“Why don’t you fight back?” An echoing voice called from the living room couch. You’d recognized it as your own voice so you turned around and faced your stand sitting on the arm rest of the coach.

“Why do you exist if I don’t have a will to fight back?”

They scoffed, turning their head to the side to look down the only lit hallway. “I exist to keep you alive, that was the fighting spirit you had.”

You scowled at them, narrowing your eyes. “I’ve grown out of the ‘save the world’ mentality I had when I was a kid.”

“Have you? Didn’t you say you felt like you had more to give the world.”

You stomped closer to your stand who seemed as unbothered by your presence as you were by other people.

“I’m starting to think what I had in mind and what that actually means are two VERY different things.”

They only shrugged, “Perhaps you need to start reconsidering how you’ll be contributing.”

You hated having your stupid stand bring up the parts of you you didn’t want to talk about. It was of course true you just didn’t want to deal with it anymore.

So you picked up the number Melone had given you on a piece of paper at the landline and turned it around in your hand. You wanted to see him, you wanted to see your team so bad yet it only dawned on you then the reason why.

They’d become your family. Prosciutto had said that it was because you were so used to being the only ones watching each other’s backs that it became habit but you suppose when you’re staring your death in the face it hurts too much to call each other family.

You pocketed the number in the jacket you’d be flying in tomorrow. It wasn’t a goodbye. That much you were determined to prove- even if it was for yourself.

You left for Florida the next day- looking for the oldest Joestar descendant your research could find. Jotaro Kujo.

#lasquadraweek2020 #la sqaudra #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jojos bizarre adventure #jojo part 5 #jojo golden wind #melone #melone x reader

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littlenoona · 5 years

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You need us: The Buried Secret.

You need us: The Torturous Truth.

You need us: The Forced Reconciliation.

Requested.

Summary: Asking for protection comes at a big price and you’re more than ready to pay it, but betraying the ones that provide it, is a big mistake.

There’s a bit of teasing throughout the entire thing, but if you’re mainly interested in the good stuff, it’s under the second divider.

Warnings: Mentions of death, blood, killing, noona kink, oppa kink, babygirl and kitten kink, domination, filth, degradation(kinda), punishment, threatening behaviour, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms with multiple partners, spanking, tiny bit of fluff and angst somewhere, but mainly just filth.

Genre: Smut, so much fucking filth(there’s a story in there if you squint, I think).

Pairing: DomMafia!OT7 x Reader(F).

Word Count: 10,036.

Masterlist.

Stepping outside, pushing past the automatic doors the sun warmed your skin, a nice contrast to the cold inside the shop. Your eyes flickered around to the many faces passing you, minding their own busy lives.

Your eyes landed on a tall and muscular man dressed in a black suit not far from you, smaller people pushing past him as he was standing still, his black hair slicked back - he was watching you intensely, a small smile on his features as he nodded and acknowledged you.

A lackey.

You nodded back at him with a small smile before you turned around and started walking back to the headquarters, it was a nice and sunny day after all.

Taking the long way you passed by the shoreline, enjoying the sun high in the sky, the faint smell of the sea and the warm wind playing with your hair - the noise of parents ushering their kids to come back and get smothered in more sunscreen.

A small smirk appeared on your lips, if only your life had always been this good - this easy.

“It’s a nice day today, isn’t it?” a dark voice questioned next to you, your head turning to meet the gaze of a man you had never seen before, piercing green eyes, blonde hair, tall and slim - his appearance that of someone who didn’t have a care in the world.

“It is. It’s best to enjoy it, since it’s such a rarity.” you responded, your eyes darting to the lackey that was quickly approaching, your hand gesturing a stop motion by your thigh, confirming you were in no danger and his steps slowing down as he nodded.

“I better head home before my food gets cooked by the sun.” you laughed, turning on your heels and walking away, hearing a faint giggle by the stranger behind you.

People always approached you randomly, as if you gave off an aura of warmth and welcome, finding you easy to talk to.

As you passed the rotating doors, the smile of Ae-Cha greeted you behind the reception - her smile never failed to swoon you, she was an incredibly beautiful woman. Her pitch black and shiny hair, falling down to her lower back, her hourglass figure and, despite not being that tall, amazingly long legs.

Her appearance was probably why they hired her, as a stunning front to the building, though she did not lack in the personality department, she always made you laugh and you got along great, she was probably the closest you had to a best friend.

“Y/N!” she stood up from her chair and practically yelled across the lobby, making your face nearly split open from the smile that appeared.

“Did you get the snacks for me?!” she asked quickly as you got closer.

“Oh, that’s it, is it? That’s the only reason you’re so happy to see me?” you retorted, making her feign deep hurt, her hand flying to her chest and a mouth falling ajar.

“How could you believe such a thing?!” she tried, rolling her eyes while trying to bite back a smile.

“Mmhm!” you laughed, handing her the bag of snacks you had bought for her, watching as she nearly screeched in glee.

“The heads are up stairs. They requested me to send you up as soon as you came back.” Ae-Cha confirmed, not even looking up at you from the bag in her hands.

‘Odd.’ you thought to yourself, ‘Were you in trouble? Had something happened?’

Shaking your head you stepped towards the elevator, pinging it the doors opened instantly and you stepped in, choosing the top floor, 24th.

Sighing as the elevator took you up, you remembered how much you hated the lounge music that was playing, wishing it was silent instead, ‘Who makes this music? And why did someone think it was a good idea to stick it in a place where you can’t escape it?’ you grumbled in your thoughts.

Reaching the top floor you stepped out of the elevator, instantly hearing the voices of the heads - they were loud, it sounded like an argument.

“We shouldn’t be asking this of her, do you really want to put her in that kind of danger?!” Jimin yelled.

“We don’t have a choice, Jimin-ah.” Namjoon responded calmly, “She’s the only one we can trust. We know she won’t betray us.”

“Just send one of the other girls. We have so many of them?” Jungkook snapped back.

“They won’t do. They aren’t loyal, not like Y/N, anyway.” Yoongi responded equally as calm as Namjoon.

You stopped around the corner of the hallway, pondering what kind of situation they were talking about. They occasionally sent you out to do small things and you had no problem with that, wanting to help in every way you could to repay their generosity - and their protection.

Jimin huffed - clearly not happy with the situation, he’d always been very protective of you, sometimes even trailing you himself instead of sending a lackey, not trusting them enough.

“She’s been in our circle for years. We’ve protected her for years. She knows us in and out, better than anyone. She came to us with nothing on her hands and knees, we’ve given her everything, taken care of her and she’s equally taken care of us. It has to be her - she has a bond with us none of the other girls have.” Jin finally spoke, his voice deep and serious, though his voice faltered and suddenly sounded full of concern, “We’ll have to make sure there are enough people nearby to protect her, if things go wrong.”

“Eavesdropping is very rude, babygirl.” Taehyung’s deep voice rung through your head as he popped around the corner, making you yelp in shock.

You hung your head in shame, “Sorry..” you whispered.

A small chuckle left him as he stepped behind you and put his large hand on your back, pushing you forward into the room, visible to the other men now all staring at you.

“How long have you been standing there, Y/N?” Hoseok asked with a gentle smile.

“A little while.” you confirmed, “I’m sorry. I heard Jimin-ah yelling and I didn’t want to interfere.”

“So rude..” Taehyung growled close to your ear, still standing behind you, his voice playful.

His voice had you sighing, he always knew exactly how to get to you and how to get you soaking - your heart beat increasing at his close proximity to you.

Hoseok sighed, “It’s okay Y/N, we needed to talk to you about this anyway. I’m sure you heard a lot of it.”

You nodded.

The men proceeded to sit down on the sofa and chairs surrounding a coffee table at the edge of the room - you followed and sat down on your knees opposite the sofa where Jimin, Hoseok, Jungkook, Jin and Taehyung were sat, Yoongi on your right in a chair and Namjoon on your left in the other chair.

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Jin explained the situation at hand, “We need you to pose as an escort for someone who is going to meet with the head of a different organisation. We need you to wear a microphone so we can hear what is being said.”

Jimin quickly added, “If you don’t feel comfortable doing it, you don’t have to, noona.”

Taking a deep breath you had already made your decision, “Anything you need. I’ll do it.”

“That’s our girl.” Yoongi smiled at you.

Jin explained more of the situation to you and mainly why they needed you to do this when another girl appeared in the room with drinks, placing them down on the table and standing next to Namjoon. Everyone knew that she had a big thing for Namjoon, but he never acted on it or let her come close, though it still made your blood boil, your jealousy running wild.

She put her hand on his shoulder, smiling while listening to something he was telling her under his breath. Your eyes ran up and down her figure, her long brown hair, purple eyes because of the contacts she always wore and her skimpy little dress, you could almost see the slick running down her thighs from just looking at him.

Your eyes squinted slightly as you near growled at her - she didn’t notice, but Namjoon did, his eyes meeting yours and a slight smirk appearing on his features.

“Y/N-ah? Are you listening?” Jin spoke sternly, your head returning to him in an instant.

“Yes, oppa.” you nodded.

He raised an eyebrow at you, not believing you.

Namjoon leaned forward and out of his seat, you felt the warmth his hand under your chin, turning your head to the side to look at him, his thumb gently running across the skin of your cheek, “Are you jealous, kitten?”

You looked down, not answering his question verbally, but your actions confirmed it, making him chuckle slightly - letting go of your chin he returned to his seat, so satisfied.

“We’ll make sure there are enough people around you, should you need help, as well as a man at every exit.” Yoongi spoke, “But we can’t be there ourselves, because they know who we are.”

You nodded slightly, nervous at the job given to you, “When is it?”

“Tonight.” Jungkook confirmed.

Your eyes widened, that means you had little time to prepare, let alone get ready.

“It’ll be okay, Y/N-ah. We’ve taken care of everything and you just need to be there. You don’t need to talk, you don’t need to do anything other than look good.” Hoseok smiled, “Which you have an easy time doing.” he continued with a wink, making your face heat up a little.

Despite years of being with these men, in more ways than one, they always made you flustered.

“Okay.” you said, standing up from the floor, “I’ll go home and get ready then.”

“One of us will drive you there, so come here when you’re ready. We’ll go over a few things before you go.” Jin spoke.

Nodding you bowed and made your way out of the building and home, the next few hours being spent getting ready and making sure you looked eye catching.

You had opted for a short dress, black, silk, showing off your cleavage in a square neckline with small sleeves that hid your upper arms, your pushup bra making your cleavage almost distract you too it looked so good. Matching a pair of low heels, giving your ass that extra lift and making your legs look amazing. Leaving your hair down, you stuck on a black choker to finish the look and a black purse to carry your stuff.

Everyone was gone when you came back to the building and went through the lobby, the only person left was a guard who simply nodded at you when you entered the building and went for the elevator.

The lights had dimmed in the top floor, the heads surely sharing drinks and planning their usual business, probably slightly nervous because of the dinner you were having with someone who had no problem slicing your throat in an instant and feeling no remorse, fuck, it scared you.

Walking through the open door, you knocked on the door frame, their chatter stopping and their eyes falling on you - you could almost hear the collective boners rising in the room.

“Where’s Jimin-ah, Namjoon and yoongi-oppa?” you tried to slice through the silence as you walked through the room.

“Finding a working microphone, which is apparently hard in this fucking building.” Jin spoke, sounding annoyed. He was always composed around the other men, even if you tried desperately to fluster him.

“If not, I could try and record it on my phone, but put it in my bra so it seems innocent.” you offered.

“Keep that thought, we might have to.” Hoseok scoffed.

Jungkook stood up from the sofa and walked over to you, his hand reaching for and spreading out flat on your stomach as he circled you, his hand trailing along your side, then your back then your hip as he stopped in front of you.

Your eyes flickered up to his, watching as his eyes trailed up and down your body.

His other hand moved up your stomach, between your breasts and to the choker on your neck, lightly playing with it, “I’m not sure I’m okay with you leaving the building wearing something like this.” he growled, “You’re not supposed to be this exposed for anyone but us.”

Your heart started beating faster at his words - did you go too overboard? Did he not approve of it?

His fingers stopped playing with your choker and instead wrapped around your throat, slightly tight, his eyes piercing yours with a furrowed brow - you sighed at his touch, watching him as his lips came closer and closer to yours, your body leaning into his, aching for it.

“Jungkook-ah.” Taehyung spoke firmly, “You’ll make her ruin her underwear.”

Jungkook clenched his jaw, “That’s the point, hyung.”

“She doesn’t have time. It’ll have to wait.” Taehyung sighed, “As much as I’d love to watch you fuck her.”

You bit your lip at Taehyung’s words, remembering how good Jungkook feels thrusting harshly in and out of you.

“Sorry, baby.” Jungkook whispered, placing a gentle and quick kiss on your lips, before letting go of your body and returning to his place on the sofa.

You sighed, running your hand through your hair, relaxing your body again.

“Y/N-ah. Come here, I’ll show you the layout of the restaurant.” Jin finally spoke again.

You walked over to his desk where he was standing with a blueprint of the place you were going placed neatly in front of him - leaning forward and getting a good look at the place, you vaguely remembered being there before.

Jin pointed at the map, “The blue crosses here, here and here, are our guards. They will help you if you need it. This red cross here, is an emergency exit, it’s next to the bar, and the green cross here, is the entrance. When you get in, make sure you map it all out in your head, so you know where you’re going without hesitation.”

You nodded, studying the layout and the placements of the tables, the bar, the exits and the entrance.

Leaning forward entirely you rested your upper body on the desk, memorising the place you were going from its above view, to ensure you could place everything where it needed to be once you entered the restaurant.

Jin sat down in his chair, simply enjoying the view of you as you worked on capturing the blueprint to your memory - your eyes flickered up to his as he watched you through hooded lids and a furrowed brow, his eyes trailing down to your cleavage, you couldn’t help but smile.

“Y/N.” Hoseok strained in the chair behind you.

“Mhm?” you hummed in response, your eyes still trailing the drawing in front of you.

“Spread your legs for me.” he spoke.

You raised an eyebrow without thinking, realising that you must be really exposed in your short dress from behind, but none the less doing as he requested instantly.

“What a view..” he whispered, “Your lace underwear leaves almost nothing to the imagination.”

“Aish, do we really need this meeting? Can’t she just stay here?” Taehyung pouted, “I mean, look at her!”

You giggled softly.

“I’m starting to debate that too.” Jin spoke, his voice laced equally with lust.

A silence fell in the room as, you assume, the men’s eyes were trailing your body, desperately trying to keep control of themselves, you feigning innocence and smiling sweetly, the attention sending warmth to your core.

“I recognise that pussy anywhere.” Jimin suddenly spoke, entering the room with Namjoon.

You wiggled your behind slowly in response.

“Don’t tease, baby. You know what’ll happen.” Jimin spoke again, a warning in his tone.

You couldn’t help but smirk.

“Did you find a working microphone?” Jin stood up, hoping they had.

Namjoon held up a small device and nodded with pride.

You stood up straight and turned around as Namjoon came close to you, “Turn around, beautiful, I’ll need to put it under your dress.”

Doing as he asked, you moved your hair to the side, feeling him unzip your dress and pulling it down to expose your torso - he put the small block of the device on your back, barely noticeable, then dragging the wire around your side and up to your front, making you turn around.

He attached it to the front of your bra that was still covered by the dress, where it would prove to be most useful but still hidden. His fingers occasionally grazing your skin, you couldn’t help but feel your core aching from the continuous teasing today had provided.

You closed your eyes, taking every opportunity to get lost in his presence - his hands gently holding your shoulder as he made you turn around again, to close your dress. His finger dragging across your side and back to secure the wire. The warmth of his hands peaking when he pressed his palm against your lower back, holding the block in place as he slipped your dress back up and closed it with the zipper.

“I don’t see you telling him off for touching her like that, hyung!” Jungkook pouted at Taehyung, making him and you laugh.

Namjoon clueless and asking what was going on, Jin used the distraction to move around his desk and in front of you, “You sure you’re okay with doing this?” his hand gently holding on to your arm, a worry in his eyes.

You nodded, “Anything for you.”

His hand came up to cup your cheek and you leaned into his touch with a gentle smile, loving how he always looked at you with such adoration.

“I’ll drive her there. It’s time.” Hoseok interrupted, making you turn away from Jin and nod.

Following Hoseok your eyes met Jimin’s, clear worry on his face you stopped next to him, placing your hand gently on his neck and pulling him close, you placed a soft kiss on the side of his lips.

“I’ll be fine, you’re not getting rid of me that easy.” you said with a smile, his breath finally releasing.

You continued down the corridor with Hoseok, getting into the elevator none of you spoke - reaching the basement of the building you followed the man to his car, a matte black Nissan GTR R35.

He opened the door for you as always, before he got in himself and started the car, the rumbling of the engine tickling your ears and body as he drove out.

You kept fidgeting with your hands and trying to calm your racing heart when you felt Hoseok’s hand on your bare thigh, “Nervous?” he asked calmly.

“Yeah.” you breathed, “More so of messing up than being killed.” you laughed.

Hoseok smiled and you felt your nervousness gave you a break, his bright smile and aura always helping you feel more at ease.

“You’ll be fine, gorgeous.” he spoke with confidence, “I know you will.”

Turning the wheel with his remaining hand, not wanting to let go of you, he stopped at a parking lot close to the restaurant.

“When you go in, ask the waiter to be seated with Chul-Moo. He will know that you are just there to be arm candy, that you won’t know anything about the organisation.”

“Okay.” you nodded.

His hand came up to your chin, pulling you closer and placing a gentle kiss on your lips, his feeling so soft, leaving you lost in him for as long as he would grant you it.

Pulling away he ushered you out of the car, “Go on, baby.”

You smiled, opening the car door, closing it behind you and walking towards the entrance of the restaurant, hearing Hoseok’s car leave.

You’re on your own now, girl.

The man standing at the entrance opened the door for you and as soon as you entered you tried placing all the points Jin had showed you earlier, finding it easier than you had expected.

A younger man approached you and asked who you were here to see.

“Chul-Moo.” you confirmed, watching as the mans features faltered for a second before he regained his composure.

“Right this way, please.” he said as he guided you to the middle of the big room. placing you at a large table, “I believe he’s in the bathroom and will return shortly. Can I get you a drink?”

“Water, please.” you asked kindly.

He nodded at your request and walked away quickly.

Your eyes scanned the room, landing on every exit and every face that it accompanied, knowing they were there for you when your thoughts were interrupted by a man sliding the chair away from the table and sitting down.

“Hello, Y/N.” his voice deep and rough, he was an older guy, maybe in his 50′s, his suit sitting snug around his stomach, his grey beard and hair well kept, eyes as kind as your granddad’s used to be, equally as many wrinkles.

You smiled, “Hello, Chul-Moo.”

He returned your smile and you both left your conversation there, waiting for the other head to arrive, knowing you didn’t need to speak further and it probably proved best to not seem too friendly as you were simply supposed to be his escort, the silence only interrupted by the waiter bringing your water.

Not long passed before the head arrived. He was young, tall, had a threatening walk, his eyes piercing blue and black hair slicked back, his suit fitting tightly around his very muscular appearance.

Chul-Moo stood up and you mirrored his actions, bowing at the man as he arrived at the table and extended his hand to shake the older mans.

“It’s nice to finally meet you, Won-Shik.” Chul-Moo spoke calmly.

“You too.” his eyes softened as a smile appeared and he didn’t seem all that threatening anymore.

Taking a seat again the men moved to speak about their business, listening intensely, though you didn’t need to, you were interested in what they spoke about.

Money. Women. Missions. Death. Betrayal. Losing people in your organisation and making sure others lost people of theirs. Moving up within your own company and making allies.

The evening came to an end and you had probably learned more than you wanted to, more than you needed to, knowing that you had been protected from knowing a lot of what had been spoken about tonight.

“Excuse me for a few minutes, then we will end the night” Chul-Moo spoke, before standing up and leaving the table, your eyes following his figure intensely, worried about being left alone with Won-Shik.

“I know who you are.” Won-Shik spoke lowly, placing his hand on yours, your head snapping in his direction and your eyes widening.

“I knew your parents. I knew your entire family, Y/N. I know what happened to them.” he continued, “I know who is responsible.”

Your body and blood ran cold, no one knew, no one lived to tell the tale, except you.

“Your brother is alive - so is your sister.” he smiled.

Your heart was running a marathon, pumping hard against your rib cage, threatening to jump out of it, your breathing shallow and quick.

“I know where they are too.” he confirmed, taking a sip of his drink, raising an eyebrow at you, “Do you want to know?”

You opened your mouth to try and speak, but you didn’t know what to say, he had taken you by complete and utter surprise, he hadn’t even given any indication of knowing who you were.

He took a pen out of his pocket and scribbled an address down on the napkin next to him, pushing it towards you.

“Meet me here.” he nodded, “You don’t have to say anything. I know you can’t.” his eyes trailed down your cleavage to where your microphone was placed.

He leaned closer to you, “I know there’s a man at every door and you can’t leave without being stopped, but there’s one exit they haven’t covered.”

Following his eyes they turned to the door leading to the kitchen. There was an exit in there they didn’t know about, it wasn’t even on the print Jin had shown you.

“I better go, before the lackey’s get wind of this. I suggest you do the same.” he spoke firmly as he stood from the chair and quickly walked towards the entrance of the restaurant.

You looked down at the napkin with the address in front of you, puzzled, arguing with yourself, your heart screaming at you. Finding your brother, your sister, finding out who had massacred everyone in your bloodline and left you for dead, something the members hadn’t been able to offer you.

Looking ahead you saw the lackey at the exit opposite you walking quickly towards you, forcing you to make a quick decision.

You grabbed the napkin and ran towards the kitchen, footsteps following closely behind you, you barged through the door, your head turning in every direction trying to find the door to your answers.

A chef came up to you and you instantly looked at him with terror in your eyes, “Where is the exit?!”

He pointed towards the back, your legs carrying you towards it as the door behind you flung open and a large man tried grabbing your arm - the chefs circled the man trying to keep him from you, assuming you were scared of him and trying to get away from him.

You finally found the door, pulling the microphone out from under your dress you threw it on the ground, your heart feeling like it was going to give out, your veins tingling with adrenaline as you started running towards the road and somewhere you could think in peace.

Finding the your old spot under a wooden tree on a hill you sat down, panting and shaking, your mind racing, you tried to calm yourself, looking at the napkin in your hands, the tears welling in your eyes, your sister, your brother, your family’s faces running through your mind.

You put your hands to your head, their faces turning from warm and lively to pale, empty eyes, lifeless - just how you had found them, bloodied, just how you saw them in your nightmares, unanswered questions paining you for years and in your hand you had your answer, all you needed to know, could possibly want to know, so within reach.

You screamed - your frustration reaching an absolute peak.

It wasn’t possible, you couldn’t do it. This organisation had been your family for so long, longer than your own had been in your life. They had taken care of you for so long, given you everything you could ever want, loved you in every way, for everything you were and everything you weren’t.

Your phone chimed in your purse and you knew exactly who it was going to be, pulling it out you saw Jimin’s name. You knew they could trace your location and find you. Fuck. You left it to ring - you were in trouble and you knew it.

Sighing, you had to go back. They were your life, they could help you by finding Won-Shik and squeezing him for answers - you could have both the organisation and your biological siblings.

Entering the large building you went straight for the elevator, not even acknowledging the guard standing by the door.

You took your shoes off while waiting to reach the top floor, hoping for the best, but knowing you were probably in for the worst.

The doors opened for you and you took a deep breath, walking down the corridor that seemed so much longer than usual, treading carefully as you heard nothing coming from their office, no words, no movement, nothing.

You stood silently in the door as your eyes panned the faces of the men you had been with for longer than you could now remember, their brows furrowed and their heads hanging low.

Yoongi saw you in the corner of his eye, instantly rising from the chair and walking quickly towards you, “Where the fuck have you been?! Did you go see him?!” he growled as you dropped your shoes and he encased you between his arms against the wall, your gaze dropping to the floor to avoid his piercing anger.

You shook your head, feeling like it was the only thing you actually could do, his fury rendering you terrified.

“Hyung, you’re scaring her..” Jimin spoke softly.

“I’d fucking hope so!” he spoke louder, making you flinch and close your eyes, pressing your body against the wall behind you.

Feeling the napkin being ripped from your hand, your head turned to Jin who was studying the address, “Is this where he asked you to meet him?”

You nodded, your eyes slightly teary.

Jin walked towards his desk, opening his laptop and typing on the keyboard - Yoongi following after him, standing next to him, staring intensely at the screen.

Jimin came to your side, his hand resting on your shaking arm. Looking up at him you couldn’t help but whimper, “I know I did wrong. I’m sorry.”

He shushed you, normally he would tell you that you were going to be okay, but he didn’t and that worried you.

Hoseok, Jungkook, Taehyung and Namjoon’s stares were piercing you, your head hanging in shame as you awaited the confirmation from Jin and Yoongi, stating you hadn’t actually been at the address.

Jin finally nodded, “She wasn’t there.”

You breathed a sigh of relief, but it didn’t last.

“That doesn’t mean you’re in the clear though. You still ran from us.” Hoseok growled.

“I know, I’m so-” Hoseok’s hand gesture cut you off as he stood up, grabbed your arm and pushed you over to Jin’s desk, your hips meeting the hard wood, a sting shooting through your body.

Jin and Yoongi moved from the desk to the sofa behind you, your eyes following them in a plea that they ignored.

Hoseok pushed his body into yours, your hands finding their place on the desk to steady yourself - his hand softly moved your hair from your shoulder before trailing to the zipper of your dress slowly pulling it down, his mouth moving next to your ear, “You need us, Y/N-ah. We own you.”

Your breathing got heavier, as he pulled your dress down and off you.

“Isn’t that right?” he asked, making you nod in confirmation.

He unclasped your bra and let it fall down your arms, pulling it off and throwing it to the side - hooking his fingers inside the edges of your lace underwear and bringing it down your legs, his breath hitting your skin on the way down, sending shivers through your body, he let you move your legs and kick it off along with your dress.

“Hoseok-oppa..” you breathed.

“You don’t get to speak.” he warned, his hand on your hip holding on with bruising strength.

Taehyung appeared in the corner of your eye as he almost danced towards the chair by the desk with a huge smile, sitting down, resting his face in his hands.

Hoseok’s hand came up to the back of your neck before you felt him pushing you forward and your upper body hit the desk, a whimper leaving you - his hand trailed down your naked back, the warmth of it sprouting goosebumps across your skin.

Taehyung’s hand found yours and he intertwined your fingers with his, his other hand coming to cup your cheek. You leaned slightly into his palm, your eyes questioning his as his boxy smile appeared.

“We need you to count, babygirl.” Hoseok rubbed the skin of your ass gently, “Can you do that for us?”

You swallowed thickly, “Yes.”

Feeling his warmth leave you, you expected the first hit - but he left you waiting, not wanting you to expect it and prepare yourself for it. Where’s the fun in that?

Taehyung’s gaze never left yours, his eyes flickering between yours, but never giving you an indication of when the hit was going to happen, infatuated with him you felt yourself relax a little.

That’s when the first hit came down, a brutal sting on your left ass cheek, making you whimper a little and your body jerk into the desk.

“One.” you breathed, making Taehyung smile.

Hoseok moved away from you and was replaced by someone else, but you couldn’t see who.

“I want to say you’re going to be okay, kitten.” Jimin paused, “But you’re not.” his hand equally harshly meeting your right ass cheek, the stinging sending spikes of electricity through your body.

“Two.” you whimpered, your body jerking away from the source again.

Taehyung’s thumb gently caressed your cheek, keeping you fixated on him.

Jin came up behind you next, his large hand increasing the area of pain on your left ass cheek.

“Three.” you choked, the pain getting to you, feeling the redness appear on your ass.

“You’re doing so well baby.” Taehyung whispered.

Namjoon gently rubbed the skin of your right ass cheek, his warmth providing a little relief before ripping it from you again in an excruciating slap.

“Four.” you exhaled sharply, your hand squeezing Taehyung’s.

Yoongi’s hand met your left ass cheek, feeling like he put the full force of his anger into it, you closed your eyes and felt the sting of tears appear, your legs feeling like they were going to give in below you.

“Five.” you strained.

“Look at me, baby.” Taehyung whispered, his head clocked slightly to the side - you opened your eyes and met his, “You’re doing amazing, you’re so good for us.”

Jungkook was the last one, coming up behind you he trailed a few kisses on your bare back before his hand gently stroked your right ass cheek - as soon as you felt the warmth of his hand leave it you knew it was coming, the sting unbearable as you whimpered, squeezing your eyes shut and hiding your face from Taehyung, facing down into the desk.

“Six.” you released your breath in a small cry.

Taehyung’s thumb gently rubbed against your cheek, “He’s going to do mine as well.”

You looked up at him, pleading, shaking your head.

“It’s the last one, beautiful, you’re going to be okay. I know you can take it.” he smiled, nodding at Jungkook to go ahead.

His hand met your left ass cheek in an agonising slap, your legs squeezing together and the sting leaving you a mess.

“Seven.” you sobbed into Taehyung’s hand.

“That’s it, baby. It’s done.” he cooed, gently wiping the tears from your eyes.

You stood up, your body shaking, your back meeting the firm chest of Jungkook as he held on to your hips, helping you stay steady.

Taehyung’s eyes dropped to your core, his eyes darkening slightly and a smile appearing as he leaned back in the chair, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this wet before, noona.”

“Maybe we chose the wrong kind of punishment.” Namjoon stated smugly from the other side of the room.

“Should we take turns fucking her until she can’t run away from us again?” Jungkook growled into your ear, making your breath hitch and your core clench at his suggestion before he grabbed your arm, turned you around and pushed you towards the carpet in the middle of the room, making you tumble and fall onto your back.

He rolled up the sleeves of his white dress shirt, staring at you with a smirk, your chest rising and failing quickly - Jungkook sat down on his knees in front of you between your legs, raising his eyebrow at you, his cocky behaviour showing.

Taehyung moved to sit on one of the chairs next to the sofa, making you realise all 6 of them were looking at you with smirks, enjoying the view and prospect of fucking you.

You felt Jungkook’s lips attach to your neck, his arms on either side of you supporting his weight, “Focus on me, babygirl.” he whispered as his hardened member pushed against your core and earned a slight moan from you, the pressure making your clit throb.

Placing small kisses and sucking gently on the skin of your neck he interrupted your sighs with a bite, smiling against your skin as you groaned - moving away he attached his lips to yours, the roughness of his kiss making you drag your nails down his shoulders, a small groan leaving him as a result.

He dragged his lips down your neck, down to your hardened buds, his breath hitting your skin sending shivers down your back - circling one of your buds with his tongue your chest arched away from him, a whimper leaving you, your body already on fire from the previous pain inflicted.

Continuing down your stomach and reaching your core, he sat back on his heels, grabbing your hips and pulling you up so your ass rested on his chest and he was free to eat you out as he wanted - looking down at you he let his tongue find your clit in a quick flick, resulting in a moan from you.

He smiled, loving the sounds you made for him so easily before attaching his lips to your clit again, flicking your bundle of nerves and sucking on it harshly. Your lip was situated between your teeth as you closed your eyes and lost yourself in the pleasure you were given, your hand grabbing the carpet, the other holding on to his thigh.

“Fuck.. Jungkook-ah..” you breathed, your core heating up and you so desperately wanted to cum.

His calculated movements on your clit meant you knew you weren’t going to last long, you never did when he had his way with you - your thighs tensing next to his head and your toes curling, moans falling from your lips as you were so ready to let go.

You closed your eyes and your body shook lightly, feeling him find the exact spot that would have you coming undone.

“Right there.. Mmhm..” you breathed, feeling the pressure in your core at its very peak, your stomach tensing and about to release, when he moved away from your core and looked down at you with a smirk, your eyes opening and pleading with him.

“You don’t get to cum.” he laughed.

He let go of you and you sat up, “Jungkook-ah, that’s-” his fingers wrapped around your throat and his eyes threatened you, “You’re not in control here.” - he pushed to on to your back before sitting back on his heels again, undoing the belt in his slacks and unzipping them, his large member slipping free.

“Turn around.” he growled and you did as you were told, standing on all fours for him - his hands finding their home on your hips, you felt him push slowly into you, your eyes closing as you whimpered at the burn he offered but it didn’t stop him - god, he stretched you so good, the pain turning you on even more.

“Despite years of fucking you, you’re still so tight.” he spoke in approval.

You smirked, biting your lip and loving the praise as you felt him pull out and thrust back into you harshly, moans leaving you.

Opening your eyes your gaze met Jimin’s in the chair across from you, his legs spread and his hard member apparent in his slacks, his finger dragging slowly back and forth on his lower lip as his eyes focused on you.

A series of particularly hard thrusts had your arms buckling under you, leaning forward and resting yourself on the carpet below, moans and mewls escaped your lips as you felt your orgasm returning to your core at an alarming speed.

You felt Jungkook’s hand tangling in your hair as he pulled you back to stand on your knees against him, his arm wrapping around your waist to support you, “You’re close again, aren’t you?” he panted in your ear.

“Mmhm..” you hummed, hoping he would let you cum this time, your hands holding on tightly to his arm.

“So hungry for cock.” he scoffed, “Does the slut get to cum?”

“Please.” you begged, “Please let me cum.”

“Suit yourself, it’s your cunt that’s going to be aching by the end of the night.” he laughed as his thrusts became harder and more precise hitting just the right spot - you felt the knot tighten in your core, your stomach tensing and your breathing halting for seconds before being released in a series of pleasure waves.

“Fuck.. I love feeling you cum on my cock.” he whispered in your ear, “So fucking good.” his thrusts slowing and becoming sloppier as you continued to clench around him, his own orgasm imminent.

He let go of you and let you fall forward as he used your body to reach his own high, your body shaking and mewls falling from your lips, the stimulation becoming too much for you - his grip on your hips became almost bruising as he stopped his movements and groaned, feeling him cum inside you.

He pulled out of you making you wince as he tucked his member away and sat against the wall, panting, fingers running through his hair, brushing it back and out of his face, with wide a smirk.

Shaking and trying to catch your breath you sat up, feeling Jungkook’s cum leak out of you - Jimin caught your eyes as he motioned for you to come over to him - remaining on all fours you crawled over to him and sat between his spread legs.

He leaned forward, cupping your cheek and smiling at you sweetly as his lips met yours, you crawled a little further forward, trying to feel more of him, his lips curving up in a smirk, “Still hungry for more, hmm?” his voice cocky.

You nodded as he pulled away from you, leaning back in the chair - his eyes trailed down to his own member, twitching a few times in his slacks, you knew what he wanted, so you rested your arms on his thighs, letting your finger drag up and down his hardened member, undoing his belt and unzipping his slacks, your mouth watering at the sight of him.

Licking your lips you leaned forward and took his member in your mouth, flattening your tongue against the bottom of his shaft, hitting the string on the back of his member’s head just right.

He hissed above you, leaning his head back, enjoying the view and pleasure, his hand finding its place in your hair - you slowly bobbed your head, your tongue circling the tip of his head every time you pulled away.

“Stop teasing me, kitten or I’ll fuck that pretty mouth instead.” he warned above you - you increased your pace as he demanded, using your hands to cover whatever of him you couldn’t fit in your mouth.

He groaned, “That’s it.. Fuck..”

His thighs tensed under your arms, his eyes closing and mouth falling ajar, so caught in the pleasure - he pulled your hair slightly, forcing you off him, “Ride my cock, baby.” he whispered, “I wanna feel you.”

You stood up and swung a leg over his, before straddling him properly, lifting yourself up as he positioned himself below you and you sank down on him slowly - placing your hands on his chest for balance your breath shook as he filled you to the brim, just like Jungkook had a little before.

“Shit.. You always feel so amazing..” Jimin cooed below you, his hands holding on to your hips as you started slowly moving up and down on him - his hand found its way up your stomach and to your breast, pinching the hardened bud and making you whimper in response.

Moving his hand from the hardened bud it instead favoured the bundle of nerves between your legs, harshly circling it - watching your reaction with intense eyes, loving the furrowed brows on your features.

“Fuck, you feel too good.” he growled before both his hands grabbed your hips and he started thrusting into you, hard - knowing he wouldn’t last long, but watching you get fucked and eaten out by Jungkook had him riled up already.

You couldn’t stop the moans falling from your lips, growing louder and louder you put your hand over your mouth, trying to contain yourself but Jimin wouldn’t have it, moving your hand and placing it back on his chest, “Don’t hold back - let me hear how good my little slut feels because of my cock.”

All you could do was nod and whimper, his thrusts leaving your head blank and your core dripping - his hard movements hitting all the right spots inside you, your stomach tightened and you knew you were close to a second orgasm.

“Jimin-ah.. I’m so close.” you breathed.

“Good.” he panted, “Hold it, I’m not planning on letting you cum.”

“Please, please, please!” you begged him between thrusts.

“I said no.” he warned, his movements becoming less calculated and his hips stuttering as you felt him cumming inside you, a moaning mess below you, your own orgasm never reaching its peak - you squeezed your legs around his hips, your fist hitting his chest making him simply laugh at you.

He sat up and pulled you close, kissing your neck, “I’m sorry, baby.”

You groaned at him, “Being sweet won’t get you anywhere.” you moved off of him and stood up, feeling the mess between your legs sliding slowly down your thigh.

“Such a mess you are.” Namjoon laughed, leaning against Jin’s desk, “Come here.”

You immediately followed his orders, walking towards him on extremely wobbly legs, realising Yoongi was sitting in the chair on the other side of the desk - both their gazes making you feel so small.

“Bend over the desk.” Yoongi demanded - stepping forward a little you did as he said, your upper body lying flat against the desk, the cold surface forcing a shaky breath from you - Namjoon positioned himself behind you, hearing him unzip his slacks as well as Yoongi standing up and doing the same in front of you, a loud ‘Oh fuck’ rung through your head.

You felt Namjoon push into you, a groan leaving him and a small sigh leaving you, your wetness and the cum already inside you making it easier for him push in - his hands grabbing your arms and crossing them behind your back, holding you down.

Opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out for Yoongi he smiled and let his member slide into your mouth, “So eager for my cock. Such a good little whore.” he praised, the back of his fingers gently trailing over your cheek before tangling in your hair as he started to fuck your mouth.

The repeated moans Namjoon caused you only served Yoongi well, the vibrations of them making him feel better - his pace increasing, going a little deeper, knowing how much of him you could take.

Pressure in your core started building quickly again, after Jimin didn’t let you release, you knew you could cum at any second with Namjoon’s brutal thrusts - your arms struggling slightly against his hold, your hips repeatedly hitting the edge of the desk.

“Such a good little play thing, letting all of us use you like this.” Namjoon spoke behind you, “So hungry for our cocks all the time, aren’t you?”

You could only hum in confirmation, Yoongi’s member filling your up your mouth, leaving no room to speak or move - leaning his head back in pleasure you felt him push into your mouth further and further, saliva falling down around his member and down your chin.

Squeezing your legs together, you knew you couldn’t hold it much longer, but you had no way of asking if you were allowed to cum - moans increasing as Namjoon’s thrusts became harder and faster.

“Go on, babygirl, I know you’re close.” he panted behind you, feeling your core clenching around him - the pressure came to a peak and the waves of pleasure took over you, your toes curling and body arching slightly away from the desk, strained moans getting caught in your throat.

“Fuck..” Yoongi and Namjoon breathed in unison, Yoongi going a little too deep and making you gag as his hips started stuttering and his cum hit the back of your throat, you tried desperately to swallow it all - Namjoon fighting to stay stood, his legs shaking with the force of his release inside you.

Namjoon pulled out of you but continued to hold on to you, knowing your body was growing weak - Yoongi pulled out of your mouth making you gasp for air, coughing and choking on it, tears filling your eyes, his hand coming to cup your cheek, “Shh, easy baby, breathe.”

Gaining control of yourself, both the men moved to sit down on the sofa, satisfied with their release - Taehyung standing up and walking over to you, his hands moving under your thighs as he lifted you up to sit on the desk, situating himself between your legs.

He gently wiped your bottom lip with his thumb, his gaze meeting yours, his other hand resting on your waist, feeling your body shake, “You okay?” he whispered.

You nodded with a small smile.

“Good. That’s my girl.” he cooed, his hand finding your neck, holding on to you as he pushed his lips harshly against yours - his other hand finding the hardened bud on your chest and circling it with his finger, your body arching into his touch, electricity shooting towards you core.

Your hands found their way to undo his belt and slacks, his lips never leaving yours as his member fell free and pushed against you - he pulled his hips back a little, both his hands finding each of your thighs, lifting them up before positioning himself at your entrance and pushing into you.

Breaking the kiss you leaned slightly back, your arms behind you supporting you as he started thrusting into you, biting your lip and maintaining eye contact with him - he moved both your legs to rest on his shoulders as his hands instead found your hips to bring you back to him every time he pushed into you.

“Fuck.. Tae-ah..” you breathed, leaning your head back and closing your eyes.

“Mmhm? Does my cock fill you up nicely?” he questioned with a hard thrust, making you moan loudly, “I’ll take that as a yes.” he laughed.

You felt his lips drag slowly across your shin, planting a few kisses, the softness of it a big contrast to how hard and fast his thrusts were - you opened your eyes moving your head to look at him, his own eyes closed and so lost in the feeling of you.

He moved your legs off his shoulders, instead placing them around his hips as he got close to you, capturing your lips in a kiss, his hands held on to your hips and his thrusts became slightly slower and more of a grinding motion.

“I’m gonna cum, shit..” he whispered against your lips, holding still for a few seconds before he continued his hard thrusts and his cum spilling inside you.

He leaned his forehead against yours - pulling out and putting himself away - you breathed heavily, your body aching and screaming for rest as he returned to the sofa - watching as Hoseok got up and came closer.

Your heart was pounding against your chest and droplets of sweat were falling down the side of your face, but you maintained a composed appearance, you were able to take this punishment, meeting Hoseok’s threatening gaze.

“I’m surprised you haven’t begged us to stop yet.” he smiled, his fingers grazing your cheek.

“I can take it.” your breath shook.

“Are you sure?” he growled as he pulled you closer, one leg placed on his hip and one on his shoulder, your back hitting the surface of the desk, his fingers coming up and holding tightly on to your throat.

“Yes.” you maintained.

“I’m not buying it, beautiful.” He smiled, undoing his tie and putting it over your eyes, tying a knot on the back of your head - you laid back down against the table, not knowing what to expect without your sight.

You felt his warm hand trail down your chest, over your breast, past your hardened bud and down your stomach, ultimately reaching your core - his fingers sliding easily between your lips and finding your entrance, slipping 3 of them into you, making you sigh at the intrusion.

Feeling his fingers go in and out of you a few times, he removed them from you, his fingers coming up to your mouth, “Open your mouth for me.” he requested, and you did as he wanted.

You felt his fingers dip into your mouth and you eagerly sucked them clean, tasting the cum several different men had left in you tonight, “Good girl.” Hoseok praised.

Feeling him shuffle from you, you heard the familiar unzip and the tip of his member gliding up and down your slit, prodding occasionally at your entrance before he finally let himself delve into you, “Always so warm and wet, fuck.” he breathed.

Hoseok started slowly, grinding into you and enjoying the sight of you, your mouth falling ajar at his movements, your breasts bouncing and the sweet moans he extracted from you - but it didn’t take long for him to increase the power he put behind his thrusts.

Whimpers falling as your body was aching more and more, you held on to the edge of the desk, feeling like you were going to give into the exhaustion, one of Hoseok’s hands coming up to knead the soft skin of your breast.

You arched your back away from the desk, his hips continuously snapping into you harshly sending pain and pleasure through your body, your mouth open and strained moans struggling to leave you.

His thrusts became messy and less powerful, his hand leaving your breast and trailing down to your hip to hold on to you tightly again, pushing your leg towards your body and gaining more access to you, you groaned as he finally slowed down to a halt, filling you up again, his breathing shallow and ragged.

He pulled out of you, let go of your legs and they fell down one crossed over the other as you turned on to your side, breathing heavily and broken.

You felt a hand grab your arm, making you sit up and lean against the persons chest, your body limp and tired, their scent filled your nostrils - “Jin-oppa..” you whispered, you could feel him undoing the knot on the back of your head, slowly removing the tie from your eyes and your sight returning.

He put his fingers under your chin and slowly lifted your head to look up at him, his gentle smile offering you some comfort, “Hey baby.” he whispered, “It’s just me left.” he leaned down and pressed his lips to yours, the softness a big change to the roughness you had experienced throughout the night, though you assumed it was probably short lived.

Putting his arm around your waist, holding on and pulling you off the desk, his hand found yours to steady you as your legs gave way under you. He guided you over to the carpet where Jungkook was still sitting against the wall - motioning for you to lie down, you happily obliged, desperately wanting to.

Positioning himself between your legs, he leaned down and hovered above you, pressing his lips to yours again. One of his hand slowly dragged down your side and lifted your thigh up to rest on his hip, your other leg doing the same, shakily trying to keep your legs there - his hand going between your bodies and pulling his member out, slowly pushing it into you, he broke the kiss and hissed at your warmth.

You let your eyes flutter shut as you held on to his shoulders, his pace slow and almost loving, arching your chest into him, loving the way he felt inside you - “That’s it, kitten. Enjoy it.” he whispered into the skin of your neck, sucking gently on it, “You love my cock, don’t you?”

Licking your lips you simply whimpered in response, “Mmhm!”

His lips left your neck as he sat back on his heels, putting his arm around your waist and pulling you up to rest against him, “I can’t, Jin-oppa.. My body won’t move.” you whined.

“It’s okay.” he smiled against your the skin of your collarbones, using his strength to move you instead, his arm still around your waist and the other on your hip, lifting you up and letting you sink back down on him, your feet on either side of him providing little to no help.

You held onto his arms, your forehead resting against his shoulder, an aching pressure growing in your core again - his hand moved from your hip and his fingers instead found your clit, circling it repeatedly.

“You can cum one last time, can’t you babygirl?” he panted, increasing the pace of his thrusts.

Shaking your head against his shoulder, you could barely speak a coherent sentence, “I-I can’t, it hurts.”

“I know you can.” he cooed, “One more.” his fingers rubbing your sensitive bundle of nerves a little harder.

He leaned forward and let go of you, letting you fall back on to your back on the carpet, his thrusts becoming harder and faster accompanied with his fingers on your clit - you bit your lip, your brows furrowing at the pleasure he was inflicting on you.

Your legs squeezed around him as you felt the aching pressure growing in your core, “Please, please.. I can’t.” you mewled, your vision blurring.

“You can and you will.” he growled.

Grabbing onto the carpet you could barely contain yourself as he threw you towards your orgasm, your back arching away from the softness below you and your eyes squeezing shut, the pain mixed with the pleasure of your orgasm making strained moans fall from your parted lips.

“Fuck.. There you go. So good.” he praised as he felt you clenching around him, his fingers leaving your bundle of nerves and holding on to your hips instead as he desperately chased his own high, only made easier by your core throbbing around him - his hips slowed slightly, his thrusts uneven as he came inside you.

Leaving you a panting mess, he stood up, pride swelling in his chest, not only for him but for you, successfully taking your punishment to the fullest.

You turned on to your side, your body screaming for rest, your own fluids as well as theirs drying rapidly between your legs, but you couldn’t care any less about it at this point, closing your eyes and letting your body mend itself.

Feeling a soft and fluffy blanket being wrapped around you, arms came under you and lifted you up, carrying you over to one of the chairs Jimin sat down with you cradled in his arms, sat between his legs both of your legs draped over one of his and your face snuggling against his neck he whispered praises repeatedly, “You were amazing, beautiful. You’re okay now. You can rest.”

You felt a bottle being put to your lips, “Here, drink something before you sleep, noona.” Jungkook spoke softly, tilting the bottle slightly and letting you drink as much as you needed, his knuckles gently caressing your cheek.

Putting your hand on Jimin’s chest you held on tightly as you nearly passed out instantly from exhaustion, praises still being sung in your ear.

Waiting until he was sure you were sleep, Jimin spoke softly to the other men, “We have to kill him. We have to kill Won-Shik.” his fingers drawing small circles on your arm and his stare blank, emotionless, “She can’t find out. She can never know.”

“What are you talking about, hyung?” Jungkook questioned Jimin, leaning forward in his seat.

Yoongi sighed, “It was our fathers that wiped her bloodline.”

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Comm 03 - NSFW - Glitter

Rating: NC-17/Explicit Tags: Female!WoL, Cunnilingus, Penetration

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Warrior of Light.

Liberator of Doma. Savior of Ala Mhigo. Retriever of Coinpurses.

Warrior of Darkness.

Enough titles to sing your praises to fill an entire book, by this point you were sure.

Have books been written yet? You hadn’t been approached yet for a biography. Mayhap you were on the move too much for anyone to sit you down long enough to talk to you about your life; not that your life is much of a secret.

Any news of your deeds and miracles had reached nearly every part of the continent. At the very least, the only thing missing would be the more trivial escapades or your humble beginnings.

Sometimes you miss those days. The days of stepping out and actually exploring. Choosing to help the occasional stranger but still going your own way, seeing the world at your own pace. Some might think not knowing where your next meal would come from daunting, but you had never worried. You could fish. You could hunt.

You could be yourself. For yourself.

It pained you sometimes, to think of the life you could have lived. If you hadn’t met wonderful people like Y’shtola or Thancred...if you hadn’t encountered Lyse in the forest. Or...Papalymo.

Grimacing, you heave out a sigh, trudging along behind the Scions through the Rat’tika Greatwood, its muggy swamps and blistering heat doing nothing to improve your mood.

After nearly being accosted by the Night’s Blessed, fending off a potential Vauthry invasion, and held at knife point by small army of Viis, you believe you’ve earned a well deserved break, especially knowing that exploring the looming temple nearby is on tomorrow’s list of events.

You are provided with a rather cozy room, given to you by the Viis in exchange for their seal. They are all quite lovely and so is their home, your eyes drifting to the beautiful women of the village as they lead you to your room that you’ll be staying in for the night.

To your surprise there is a plush feather bed resting against the far wall, instead of a hammock like you were expecting giving what all you had seen of the village. A small basin with a mirror rests in a corner of the room as well as a desk, but the room is otherwise for the most part barren.

None of the luxuries or comforts offered to you back at your room in the Crystarium, and you are just now aware of how concerned the Exarch is for your overall well being and happiness.

You returned to your room after a hearty dinner provided by the ever hospitable Viis, waving to the Scions as you announced you would be retiring to your room for the night, practically falling onto the bed for some well earned rest.

You had already bathed in their bathhouse, feeling a bit better considering you had dove into the murky waters of the nearby lake filled with Hydaelyn knows what. It wasn’t all bad, being able to dive below and explore the ruins, feeling that sense of discovery and adventure you had longed for when you were a child.

You couldn’t hate the job entirely, even if the stress was monumental. There was absolutely no way you would be able to explore an entirely different world if you had kept to your path as a young adventurer, if you had never joined the Scions.

There might not even be a world at all.

“Really hero, must you think so loudly?”

You’re on your feet before you can blink, dagger in hand as you immediately turn towards the voice. Vision focusing, you meet stark, gold eyes, twinkling in obvious amusement in what must be considered your antics.

“My, you sundered souls are so easily excitable. Though I suppose there would be drawbacks to being unable to sense the very aether around you…” Emet-Selch trails off, hands up turned as he shrugs his already sunken shoulders.

He looks exactly as you had seen him earlier this morning, dressed in the same imperial robes with the same silly white streak in his hair. You twirl the dagger in your hands with ease, scoffing as you move to lie back down in your bed.

“To what do I owe the pleasure of your company, Ascian?” you question harshly, not at all willing to play nice. You weren’t quite ready to throw your life away, mouthing off to a being such as he; you were no fool. You were sure that even a child could sense the danger he exuded from his very being, but you also weren’t in the mood to deal with mind games.

“My, my, aren’t we touchy.” He comments, crossing his arms and looking down at you from his nose, his lips pulled in a condescending smirk. “I come to pay the vaunted hero a visit, and am only met with hostility. Surely you are not so inhospitable to all your guests?” He asks, voice lofty and teasing, making your brow furrow in irritation.

“If all you came here to do was mock me, I would prefer you leave me be.” Is your answer, wanting to close your eyes and ignore his presence. Sadly, even with his rather hands off approach to “aiding” your group as he had said he would, you didn’t quite trust him enough to blink, let alone rest around him.

Choosing to lay on your side, you keep your eyes on him, taking notice of how his own rove across your body in a way that is almost curious.

“Normally I would follow your request and be on my way, however I find my curiosity weighing out my apathy.” He crosses over to the nearby desk and you watch as he snaps his gloved fingers. With slight wonder, you watch in awe as the simple wooden chair transforms into an extravagant, plush lounge chair.

He reclines as a royal would, crossing one leg over the other as he stares you down, eyes somehow serious and taunting at once. “I find myself interested, and perhaps a tad too invested in what could possibly be upsetting you so. So by all means, let it out.” He grins, making a sweeping motion of his hand.

You regard him silently for a moment, wondering if he’s actually serious. It’s not often you find yourself presented with the opportunity of someone who will listen. Listen to your frustrations, your woes, your chagrin at having to be you.

Of what it is to be the Warrior of Light.

“You’re not going to run off and tell Elidibus what a sad sack I am if I do talk to you, are you?” You question, moving to sit up to put you on equal footing with the Ascian sitting across from you. He rudely snorts, the action somehow still elegant on him. “Hardly.” He scoffs.

“There’s not much to say really. I wish I wasn’t me.” You offer nonchalantly, missing the slight look of concern on his face.

“Do not waste my time by giving me clipped statements.”

Something in his voice makes you look at him again, reevaluate his presence in your room. He might be relaxed in his chair, but his focus is entirely on you. There is a muted demand to his last statement, an edge to his tone that maybe, just maybe, he actually does want to listen to you.

“I don’t enjoy being the Warrior of Light.” You begin slowly, trying to judge his reaction but his face is as impassive as ever.

“There was no way for me to predict that I would be Hydaelyn’s chosen,” you can’t help but giggle at how his face twists with disgust at Her name but you continue, “and be the sole Champion of Eorzea. I had only left home to go and see what the world had to offer, only to find that I was the sole savior the world had.” Just saying the words irritates you all over again, losing what calm you had.

“It’s not enough that the Source can’t stay saved, but I must also be the savior of this world!” You hiss, baring your teeth at the ancient being before you. “Was it not enough that I had to liberate two nations? Strike down three Ascians, beings so old and powerful that I cannot even begin to imagine what any of you can do. More and more is constantly asked of me, and I…”

You let out a staggered breath, shoulders slumping much like the man across from you. “I’m tired of it.”

Silence hangs heavy in the air between you, somehow heftier by the weight of his stare. You wonder what is going through his head. You take the time to quickly analyze his features, seeing as any time he deigned to make an appearance, the tension in the room would skyrocket and he would scurry off after sowing his chaos.

He looks as tired as you, if not more so, the dark circles around his eyes strangely enhancing his sharp, handsome features. His golden eyes twinkle like the finest cut topaz, shimmering as if the very sun itself lights them despite how dimly lit your room is. His hair seems to fall a little too perfectly in place, the white streak of his hair standing out even against his pale skin.

“Perhaps you need a way to relieve the tension.”

His words snap you out of your silent appraisal, finding his expression has changed, his voice teasing. “Sadly screaming into my pillow and beating things up don’t make me feel better.” You huff, leaning back on your hands.

“Screaming into your pillow you say?” He echoes, chuckling at his own personal joke. “That very well may happen. My proposal was one of a far more pleasurable method of, as you mortals say, blowing off some steam.” He purrs, voice low and seductive, a baritone as smooth as a fine brandy.

You arch a single eyebrow at him, wondering if he was really offering what you thought he was offering.

“Are you propositioning me?”

Always best to make sure.

He barks out laughter at that, making a show of wiping his eye. “Never let it be said that the Warrior of Light went into things half sure.” He snorts, crossing his arms over his chest. “Yes, hero, I am offering you release; a union of our bodies to ease all that turmoil you’ve got building inside you.”

You can hear the amusement in his voice, and you quietly wonder if he has any secret motives by sleeping with you. However his words from days prior, that he only speaks the truth, leaves you doubting that he would use sex as a means to silence you.

Though you can’t deny, it would be very dramatic, and very much like him.

“If it is your own pleasure you worry about, fret not; I have had...years of practice.” He murmurs, bringing one hand to his lips to slowly pull his glove from his hand. You watch the action from start to finish, mind already wandering to how smooth his hand looked, and how great it would feel on your body.

“Very well.” Standing to your feet, you move to tower above him in even strides, looking down at the ancient being before you. “If it is release you’ll grant me, then I will allow it. However, it must be on my terms.” Your voice leaves no room for argument, and you take pride in watching as his eyebrows raise toward his hairline for a moment.

“By all means, hero. State your terms.” He makes no move to stop you as you move forward to kneel on the chair, straddling his lap with ease. He’s warm, which strikes you as strange, though you suppose that despite being an Ascian, he still has taken a mortal form.

There is desire in those molten pools of his, and knowing it is directed at you is empowering. You place your hands, worn and torn from battle, upon his shoulders, shuddering beneath his touch as his hands settle themselves at your hips.

“If you wish to help me find release, then you must please me.” You begin, taking care to watch for any change in his expression. “You must do as I say. Touch me how I wish. Take care of me.” His hands play with the hem of your nightshirt, his fingers sending sparks racing down your spine as he just barely brushes against your skin.

“So the vaunted hero wishes to be worshipped?” Though phrased like a question, it one of rhetorical nature, his eyes half lidded as they trail down your body. “A mere mortal asking worship of a Paragon. Hydaelyn’s chosen consorting with a bringer of darkness…”

His smirk is roguish as he finally slides his gaze back up to your own. “Why, if I were not here to hear the very words straight from your lips, I’d find myself disinclined to believe them.”

You take his chin by the hand, keep his focus locked on you. “I’m surprised you’re still alive, with all that pride you have.” You tilt his chin and he allows it; it is a control he bequeaths to you. “You probably don’t like that; having to bow to the whims of a mortal.” You finish with a click of your tongue, watching as fire lights behind his eyes.

“Is that a challenge, hero?” He mumbles, bottom lip poked out in a pout, eyes sparking with indignation.

“It’s your pride on the line, not mine.” You reply easily, taking his hands in yours and placing them on your waist. “However, I am not so callous as to prevent you to do anything you dislike. You will speak up if I do something you don’t like, won’t you?”

His eyes twinkle for a moment, his hands creeping underneath your shirt to finally grasp at your skin. “Of course.” he murmurs, eyes drifting from yours as he raises your shirt, exposing your skin to him. His eyes are hungry, and you wonder if he is more eager for release than you are.

“Let’s put these skills of yours to the test then, Ascian.” You huff, allowing him to raise your shirt high enough that his fingertips graze the underside of your breasts, glad he had chosen to come at this hour when you’ve forgone your undergarments. His touch is confident, self-assurance shining through every glance of his fingers on your tender flesh.

“Does the hero want me to sing her praises?” He questions, tilting his head as he looks at you from beneath his lashes. “To worship her as one would a god?”

“Yes.” You answer without hesitation, raising your arms to help him get your shirt off but he wills it away with a mere snap of his fingers. His hands climb higher, eyes drinking in your form though there is a distant look to them; as if he is looking through you. “Touch me.” you demand, watching as his hands cup your breasts gently in his hands, running his thumbs across your nipples, now pebbled from his attentions.

“Your mouth...I want you to,” you don’t even get to finish the sentence before he leans forward and his lips press to the skin of your breast, teeth lightly nipping on a pert nipple that has you shuddering above him.

You must say that he is as skilled as he claims, his movements practiced and calculated as he tugs delicately with his teeth, knows just how much suction that has you writhing in his lap. He releases your breast with a pop, his breath ghosting across the now moist skin. “I do hope you are up for the challenge yourself, hero.”

His tone hints at pleasures unknown and stories untold, that you find yourself momentarily shaken, enraptured by the lust pooling in those gold eyes. Eager to take back control you fist your hand in his hair roughly, brows furrowing at his smirk. “Did I say you could talk?” you hiss, to which he snickers.

“Then what would you have me do?” He asks, hands moving to slip themselves to running down your back once more, his hands dipping to play with the top of your waistband. “Simply say what you desire, hero. I am more than willing to play the part.” The huskiness in his voice spurs you on, fuel to your already raging desire.

“I want you between my legs.” You state without pretense, not dropping your gaze as he rises from the chair, moving the two of you to the bed. When he lays you down you find that it too has changed, much like the chair from earlier. Gone are the cotton sheets, replaced instead with fine silk, caressing you much like his hands are.

“I want to see you too.” You add, stopping him before he can settle himself above you.

“As you wish.” He acknowledges, his robes dissolving into mist before your very eyes, baring his lean form above you. You didn’t expect him to have no meat on his bones, but it is still somewhat jarring all the same to see him bare before you; all hard lines and lean edges, a faint musculature that betrays the awesome power you know lurks beneath the surface.

You reciprocate the same shamelessness he had shown earlier with his appraisal of your own body, watching with rapt attention as he climbs into the bed to hover over your body.

You expect him to go straight between your legs but instead he busies himself with your neck, pressing feather-light kisses to your skin as his hands roam across your naked skin. “So quiet. Must I work for it?” He purrs against your skin, the sound going straight between your legs.

He trails down with more kisses across your collarbone, the valley between your breasts. You slip your fingers into his hair as he continues his way downward, parting your legs so that you may hook them over his shoulders.

“Feeling inadequate Ascian?” You tease despite the breathlessness to your voice, seeing that mahogany hair with a streak of white between your thighs. With another snap of his fingers your bottoms are gone, leaving you fully nude to him.

“Never.” He says with a smirk, pressing gentle kisses to the skin of your inner thigh. You unintentionally jerk in his hold, knowing you are dripping wet for him and yet he will not touch you where you need it most.

“What are you doing?” You ask, a growl rising in your throat at his teasing.

“I am between your legs, as requested.” He croons, caressing your thigh gently, pressing more kisses to your skin. “Or did you desire more from me?”

He is obviously having too much of a good time with this, and that will not do.

“Eat me out.” You order, pressing your hips to his face. “I want you to make me come.”

He holds your gaze for just a moment before he finally presses his mouth to your folds, testing the waters with small flicks of his tongue. The sight of his golden, hawk like eyes peeking from over your curls is erotic in itself, his tongue growing braver until he finally slips pasts your folds to seek the pink bud he knows is lying underneath.

Whimpers begin to slip out as he devotes himself to his task, annoyance shining his eyes momentarily before they have that far away look to them once again. His tongue circles around your clit in a way that makes your head spin, your breaths coming fast until he pulls away.

“I will be the first to say that while your physical form is appealing…” He murmurs close to your dripping sex, breath sending shivers racing up your spine. “However...with my sight I find your soul far more beautiful.”

You flush red at his praise, shivering as he brings a finger to slowly drag across your clit, his gaze almost awestruck at how you keen out your pleasure. “Loathe as I am to take demands from a mortal…” he trails off, moving to press a kiss to your folds, drinking down your nectar. “Your soul shines far too wonderfully like this.”

You’re sure you feel your heart skip a beat for a moment, caught halfway between embarrassment and affection. He resumes his task with ardor, his eyes fluttering shut despite his prior comment on enjoying the appearance of your soul.

Perhaps he doesn’t need to actually see to look upon your soul, but most coherent thought goes out the window as Emet-Selch flicks his tongue at your sex, unashamed of the mess you’re making of his face in his bid to please you. His eyes are open again, staring through you, into you, and you wonder what you must look like to him.

The thought of someone as powerful and ancient as him steals your breath away. It makes your thighs clench tighter and your heels dig harder into his back. If it hurts, he doesn’t complain, if anything it spurs him on further, his movements growing more insistent. The moans finally begin to flow forth, filling the room that you haven’t realized has slowly changed, so caught up in chasing your pleasure.

He’s found what rhythm you like, what makes you moan loudest and it’s a continuous push to the edge with no signs of stopping. You pray that none of the Scions will suddenly require your presence, for you’re sure that your moans are quite audible from outside the door, and this is the last thing you want to explain to them.

How does one explain taking an Ascian to bed? What words could smooth over the fact that one of your greatest enemies currently lies nestled between your thighs, lapping at your folds as if a man dying of thirst and gazing at you like a blind man seeing for the first time?

It’s wrong, it's oh so wrong and you know it, and yet you find yourself unable to convince yourself to push yourself away from the Ascian to stop him, though from his grip on your thighs, he wouldn’t let you leave if you tried.

You watch hazily as one of his hands reaches downward, a moan pulled from his throat as he strokes his length. While his moan excites you, how deep and rich it was, you will not let him be distracted from his task.

None too gently do you pull his mouth away from your sex, urging him upward so that you may flip him beneath you. “It’s not your turn.” You huff, warmth blooming in your chest at how his eyes rove across your form in a way akin to reverence, eyes still glittering as he uses his sight to peer at your soul.

Pressing him on his back you climb higher until your hips rest just above his face, and from there he needs no further instruction as he presses his mouth to your clit once more, a low and throaty moan tugged from him as you pull at his hair.

You can’t help but take a peek at his length behind you, noticing just how hard he is, and you haven’t even touched him. You wonder if he really is that excited solely from pleasuring you, a pearl of precum leaking from the tip that you’re eager to taste, but not right now. Not when he slips a finger into your aching hole and thrusts it in time with his tongue working your clit, his name torn from your lips in a sigh as you press your hips further into his face.

He makes no sound of protest as you do so, that eagerness he had displayed before returning full force that has your legs quivering to keep yourself upright. Pleas for more tumble forth from your lips, his eyes holding yours in a gaze so intense that you find yourself unable to look away.

A second finger slips in with the first, thrusting at a fierce pace that practically has you sobbing in ecstasy atop him. It feels so godsdamned good, you feel ready to overload after having denied yourself release for so long.

You’re not sure when you started begging for him to make you come, for him to finally give you that last push you needed, but he curls his fingers just so and you fall apart atop him, crying out his name in abandon as your orgasm shakes you, barely able to support yourself on your arms as white hot pleasure shoots to every nerve ending in your body.

You moan in light protest as he continues to lap at your core, his fingers having retreated but his attention has not. “E-Enough,” you breathe shakily, hardly able to move yourself from atop him to flop on the bed. You feel him shift to move and as you turn to face him you freeze, feeling every bit the proverbial lamb before the golden eyes of the wolf.

His lips shine with your juices, pink tongue coming to swipe across them. His eyes are half lidded as he stares down at you. Though he is currently in the dominant position, his gaze speaks of subservience; a need to please that has your lust spiking all over again as you roll to your back to fully face him.

“Where would you have me next?” He asks, moving to hover above you, caging you with his arms. You let your own snake around his neck, tickling the fine hairs at the nape as you bring him closer to you.

“Inside me.” You whisper, feeling suddenly hesitant to kiss him. The decision is made for you when he closes the gap, teeth nibbling on your bottom lip to get you to open up for him.

Soon enough do you take over the kiss, having him moaning into your mouth as you reach between the two of you to stroke his cock. “I want you to fuck me.” You hiss, feeling how hot and ready he is in your hands.

He lets loose a low chuckle, the baritone of his voice rumbling through you. “Such vulgar words, Warrior of Light.” he purrs, lining himself up with your entrance.

You feel the head nudge past your folds, your hips already angling to try and take him inside before he can even push himself inside. “I find myself quite willing to obey, so long as you let me see that wonderful soul of yours.”

“What’s so,” Your inquiry is cut off as he finally pushes inside, feeling as if the breath was knocked out of you at his girth. He just barely pushes your limits, your body doing it’s best to adjust to his length as he presses kisses to your jawline. “Twelve above…” you moan, rolling your hips against him that has him thrumming against you.

“Yes, just like that.” He praises, pulling out slowly, letting you feel the length of him before thrusting back in, making sure you’re adjusted. He continues that slow pace, watching you closely for any discomfort, but you haven’t the heart to tell him you’re simply wrapped in so much bliss that your body feels as if it can barely take it.

“W-What does it look like?” You ask, breath hitching as he just barely brushed against that spot inside of you. “My soul, I mean..”

It took every ounce of effort you had to form coherent sentences with Emet-Selch thrusting inside you, his strokes measured and purposeful. Even in this was he skilled, as if he was determined to make sure the only noises you were making were lustful sighs or wanton moans.

When he smirks at you, his own hair mussed, skin flushed, you find he looks incredibly charming. “Normally it is the color of the sky. What the sky is supposed to look like. A dazzling, brilliant blue.”

His hands move to clutch your hips, gripping with surprising strength as the same smirk turns devilish. He brings you down hard on his cock, pleasure shooting through you as he stays hilted inside you. “It flares crimson like a sunset when you make your demands.”

You gaze up at him in wonder as he finally sets a steady pace, making your back arch in invitation to which he readily accepts. Bending over he takes a nipple between his teeth, nibbling lightly until his mouth engulfs it entirely, tongue swiping over the sensitive bud in perfect synchronization with his thrusts that has you mewling like a cat beneath him.

“Fuck me,” you demand, though it comes out a plea with how pleasure filled your voice is, your arms clutching him tightly as you meet his thrusts. “Fuck me like you mean it,” Your taunt is cut off by your own moan as he plunges deep inside, his moan dancing with your own as he pistons his hips into your wet sheathe.

You’re glad he had changed the bed, the room to much finer material because you are positive that the old, rickety cot would’ve left no pretenses as to just what was going on in your room with how forceful his thrusts were.

You had forgotten that there would be strength in the lean muscle that was currently flexing beneath your greedy hands; muscle that was now being put to use as Emet-Selch drove himself inside you, his mouth hanging open to make room for his sharp breaths as he plunged deep inside you.

He buries his face in your shoulder, your hand fists in his hair as he rocks into you at a brutal pace, giving you just what you desired, or rather at this point needed. There is something else you need, before it is all said and done.

You carefully roll the two of you over, the surprise in his eyes endearing as you straddle yourself atop him, hands flat on his chest as you begin to raise and lower your hips onto him. Now he’s hitting that sweet spot inside you, your eyes fluttering shut as you race toward oblivion, your body seemingly moving on its own accord.

“E-Emet,” you whine, feeling yourself so very close that edge. Distantly you realize you’re not ready for it to be over yet, not ready for him to stop looking at you as if he had not seen something so magical.

The choice is taken from your hands as he rubs at your clit and you come undone, crying out his name in release. Stars dance behind your eyelids as your orgasm sweeps you away, feeling Emet-Selch follow you soon after with your body clenching him so tightly.

The two of you lie there for a few moments, catching your breath as you bask in the afterglow. He is the first to move by trailing a hand lightly on the skin of your back, seeming to be content with the silence as you come down from your high.

You shift to meet his gaze, which you’re surprised to find calm and affectionate. “Well?” He prompts, the corners of his lips pulling into a satisfied grin. “I made good on my word, I hope?”

You hum thoughtfully for a moment to tease him, giggling at his displeased expression. “Yes. It was more than satisfactory.” You concede, giving him a mischievous grin of your own as you trail your finger across his chest. “And you? You seemed to enjoy yourself quite a bit.” You tease, pleased to see him suddenly unable to look you in the eye.

“Yes, well...it certainly wasn’t a waste of my time.” He scoffs, giving your skin a light pinch, smirking at your yelp of pain.

“I have half a mind to crush my head between my thighs Ascian.” You snarl, giving him a hard jab, to which he gives a genuine laugh.

“If that is your way of asking for another go Warrior, I find myself ready for the task.” His touch turns heavy as it snakes down your body, his voice but a whisper as he holds you close.

You try to ignore the way your heart flutters at his amorous actions, but find yourself unable when his eyes glitter, knowing he is looking upon the beauty of your soul. It is certainly not the strangest compliment you’ve received, but it is by far the best.

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beautcous · 3 years

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Lunch Interrogation || Mahi, Naina & Avantika

After the night Mahi spent with Aryan, she became even more confused over her feelings and was constantly questioning his motive. Thankfully, for today at least, she was free of him. She was home and lounging around in the living room, planning on watching a movie and wasting the day away. However, before she could get too comfortable, a knock came at the door. Sighing, she got up to open it and was startled by the older woman that stood before her. “May I help you, Miss?”

“Yes,” Avantika smiled brightly at the younger woman before saying, “I’m sorry but I’m looking for Naina. She lives here, doesn’t she? I’m Avantika.”

“Oh, yes, this is her home. I’m her roommate, Mahira. Is she expecting you?” Mahi would’ve let the older woman in, but this was New York and she was wary about inviting a stranger in. It was then that Naina came out of her room and Mahi immediately spun around to address her friend. “Naina, do you know a Miss Avantika? She’s here to see you.”

Today was one of the rare days that both Naina and Mahi were home together, these days they both were hardly home and hardly saw one another thanks to their involvement Jace and Aryan. Mahi was even busier because her graduation was around the corner and honestly Naina was so proud and happy for her best friend, she had done it - Mahi had achieved her dreams. Today both girls decided to stay in and enjoy each other's company because it was pathetic that they lived together and spent so little time with one another, that was not acceptable at all. Naina had just finished organizing some of her belongings when the doorbell rang, she stood only to find that Mahi had answered and on the other stood Jace’s mom. A smile blossomed on her features as did confusion, “yes, Mahi this is Jace’s mother.” Naina walked over and beamed at the elder woman, “Mrs. Khurana, what a pleasant surprise. Come in, stepping aside for her to walk in. “Is there something you need? Not that I’m not delighted to see you, it’s been awhile.”

Avantika was passing through Naina’s neighborhood and figured that she should make a stop. Ever since she first met the younger woman, she’d grown to like her and if she was being honest, she wanted Naina and Jace to get together. Her son worked too hard and should be married now. Actually, both of her sons should be. Unfortunately, the two were still single. Maybe this visit would help. When the door of the brownstone apart swung open, Avantika hadn’t expected to be greeted by another woman. A young Indian woman. She too was very pretty and polite too as she greeted Avantika. Apparently, her name was Mahira and she was Naina’s roommate. Good, it meant that she was unmarried. “Naina, I’m sorry to disturb you, but I was visiting a friend nearby and thought I’d stop by. Also, please don’t call me Avantika or if you’re more comfortable, aunty will do. I was thinking about taking you out to lunch, you can bring Mahira with you too.” She said, hoping to get to know the younger brunette too.

Mahi stepped aside to let the two women talk. Her heart pounded once she found out that Avantika was Jace’s mom which meant that she was Aryan’s mother too. Oh God…And she even invited her to join them for lunch. She should refuse, right? “That’s okay, aunty, I can stay home. You two should go.”

“Nonsense, if you have nothing going on, come with us, Mahi. You don’t mind me calling you Mahi, do you?”

Mahi looked between both women and not having a good enough excuse, she knew she couldn't refuse. "I'll come then, and I don't mind you calling me Mahi."

Naina was entirely shocked to see the woman show up and more so at how she knew her address, but delighted nonetheless. She had enjoyed her company that day in Jace's office and it was due time they caught up. She introduced her to Mahi, before asking her to come in. She smiled at the woman, “aunty it is, and you’re not disturbing us.” The lunch offer made her look over at her friend, and Naina hadn’t missed the panic in her eyes, so she discreetly squeezed Mahi’s hand in comfort as they wouldn’t be able to turn her down.

“One thing you should know, Mahi, Aunty always gets her way.” Pulling the elder woman’s leg and she could see her grinning a bit both at her remark and when Mahi agreed to tag along. “That sounds lovely, Aunty.”

“Smart girl.” Avantika remarked before smiling warmly at Mahi, “Mahi - beautiful name for a beautiful woman. If you both are ready my car is waiting outside.”

“Let me grab my purse and coat.” Naina went to her room and grabbed both things before stopping in Mahi’s and grabbing a coat for her friend as well. Upon returning to the living room, she handed Mahi’s coat to her before the three made their way outside and Naina locked the door behind them. When they were situated in the car, with the roommates sitting across from Avantika.

Avantika turned her curious gaze to Mahi, “so tell me about yourself, Mahi, what do you do?”

Mahi’s mind reeled. What was going on here? She was trying her best not to be around Aryan so much and now his mother was here. Not only that but she was also insisting that Mahi came to lunch with her and Naina. She couldn’t be rude and reject the request, so she reluctantly agreed. “Thank you, aunty.” She said awkwardly when Avantika complimented her name. The brunette flashed her best friend a watery smile and watched as she disappeared to get their coats. At this point, she was sure that she was going to be sick. Her stomach hurts and she had the urge to run, but of course she could do that; not when Naina was here at least. Minutes later, they were in the car, hoping to get through this ride silently, however, Avantika wanted to know what she did. “I just graduated law school and waiting to take the bar exam.”

“A lawyer. My son is a lawyer too, maybe you should meet him. He might be able to help you get started.” Avantika said, liking this young woman already. She would be perfect for Aryan.

Mahi nearly choked, but instead of saying anything, she just smiled. On the inside, she was hoping that lighting would struck her down or something, that way she no longer had to endure this. Plus, she hated lying.

“Now, how is Jace treating you, dear? He’s not giving you a hard time, is he?” Avantika asked, turning to Naina this time.

Naina felt bad for putting Mahi in this awkward position but she didn't have the heart to turn down Avantika's request for lunch. She knew Mahi would like this woman once she got passed the awkwardness, and what Avantika didn't know what hurt her.

"Mahi here likes doing things on her own." She teased her friend, just to help Mahi relax a bit.

Avantika smile, "I hope you do consider it, dear, let me know if you'd like his help, he'd be delighted to help you. I'm positive he would love to meet you, Mahi."

"Not at all, in fact, I'd say he's very lenient with me." Naina said with a smile, "your son lets me get away with a lot of things."

“Thank you for the offer, aunty, but I think I’m fine. Plus, I wouldn’t want to bother him. I’m sure he’s a busy man.” She said, trying to be polite, but on the inside, she was actually feeling rather guilty for deceiving Avantika. If she knew Mahi’s life story, she was certain that the older woman wouldn’t want her to even breathe the same air as Aryan. The thought made her heart ache, but as usual, she chose to push it aside.

Avantika was worried about Aryan too; after he broke off his engagement, he was constantly working. It was time he settled down and she was certain that Mahi could be perfect for Aryan if they were to meet. “Think about it, dear. It’s always good to have someone with experience on your side.” Her smile was as bright as the sun when Naina informed her of how Jace was behaving. “That’s good. Are you sure you don’t want to give Jace a shot? You two would make a perfect pair.” She added, not seeing the point in beating around the bush.

If Naina wasn't imagining things, she swore Mahi looked distressed as she spoke and appeared to try her hardest not to see Aryan. It left the brunette confused and concerned, they were friends and as far she knew didn't have a argument or a fight, so why did Mahi look so worried? She made a mental to talk her once they were back home alone.

Naina had to bit back her groan when Avantika started the topic of dating Jace, it was bad enough she had to pretend like she wasn't fucking her son ( something she was sure Mahi was also experiencing as she was sleeping with Aryan) now she had to blatantly lie to the woman she admired. "I'm sure you're right, Aunty, and you're son is absolutely perfect. If I think about dating I promise he's the first one I'll go to." She smiled at her apologetically, "I'm just not in the right place dating right now."

Avantika looked dejected at Naina's words, "I'm going to be hoping you change your mind." She turned her gaze to Mahi, "so where's your family from, dear? Are they here or in India?"

There was something about Mahi that caused interest to pique within Avantika. She was so quiet and demure, and Avantika couldn’t help but wonder what she must be thinking for her to act in this manner. Matters not, she still seemed like such a good person. Besides, Naina wouldn’t have trusted the younger woman if she didn’t have a good heart, right? She sighed at Naina’s response. “That’s too bad. I would like for one of my sons to date at least. They’re both too invested in their careers. You’ll change your tune soon, I suppose and until then, I’ll just wait patiently.”

Choosing to act like a fly on the wall, Mahi couldn’t be happier that Avantika had put her attention on Naina. She was here for Naina anyway? It just so happened that Mahi got caught in the net too. God, why did things have to be so complicated? Her attention went back to the older woman and she answered the question with a gentle smile. “Punjab. I’m from a very small town.”

Naina shot the elder woman another look of regret, this was why she wished Avantika wouldn't ask any more because she hated giving her the same response that would just disappoint her. Had she met Jace before Kabir, Avantika wouldn't have to try so hard to convince her to pursue Jace. "I don't blame them, Aunty but don't you worry, I'm sure soon enough they'll want to start looking for a partner."

Naina could see the curiosity peaking in Avantika's eyes over Mahi's brief responses, but if she noticed she didn't remark on it.

Avantika curiosity continued to grow over Mahi, and she wondered why the woman was so brief with her responses, "I take it your parents are in India then? You must miss them, huh?" Her tone warm as she inquired.

“They’re going to be old man before long and I want grandchildren before I become too frail to carry them.” Avantika stated with a sigh, resolving herself to a fate of having two sons who choose to remain single for the rest of their lives. Why could she and her husband not be the sort of parents to force their sons to marry? She supposed that she shouldn’t complain too much seeing as she’d raised responsible men. “Don’t wait too long, it’ll be a shame for such a beautiful woman to remain single. I’m sure you’d want children someday, wouldn’t you?” She said with a friendly tone.

“They are, aunty. I miss them every day.” Now more so than ever, but Mahi chose not to allow her emotions to show.

Naina chuckled at the woman's words, she couldn't blame her for wanting grand kids, "I have a feeling you have a long, long way to go before you become frail." She smiled softly at her, "yes, someday I would and I'm sure the urge will appear in your sons as well."

Naina patted Mahi's hands as she stated missing her parents, her heart squeezing and in fairness she understood because Naina missed her own except they refused to speak to her.

Avantika's eyes softened at Mahi, "well, if you ever need a mother figure, please don't hesitate to reach out to me. If you're really missing them, don't be shy come by and see me. They don't wish to come here?”

“With sons like mine, you never can be too sure. They’ll drive me to my grave early with their insistence to remain single.” She said in a teasing manner, although her love for her sons were apparent. “Let’s hope so. So far, Jace is always working and Aryan...after his failed engagement, let’s just say he’s not too eager to be in a relationship again.”

Mahi squeezed Naina’s hand in return, feeling a little better that despite not having her parents here, she still had her best friend who was more like a sister to her. Her head snapped to Avantika when she heard about Aryan. Failed engagement? What was that all about? Pretending to not be curious, she simply spoke of her parents and Avantika’s offer, “Thank you, aunty, I’ll do that and they do want to be here, but I can’t do that yet, at least not until I’m more stable.”

Another chuckle was heard from Naina, "you could always emotionally blackmail them, how long could they keep denying their mother?" She was jesting of course, "given what Jace accomplished, I'm not surprise he never let his mind wander elsewhere. As for Mr. Khurana, I'm sure he will find someone better." If Naina wasn't getting ahead of himself, then hopefully that person was Mahi. Something told Naina, Mahi felt a lot more for her friend then she let on.

Naina gave her friend a soft smile, before catching the look of confusion at Avantika's words, and it surprise her. Did Aryan not tell Mahi of his ex?

Avantika nodded, "I understand, you want to live a comfortable life here and they must be so proud of you, dear." They arrived at the restaurant a few minutes later and the three women walked inside and settled onto their tables. "Seeing as I invited you out, this is my treat, and I don't want hear any arguments because I'm your elder." Avantika stated firmly.

“Why have I not thought of that?” Avantika’s eyes twinkled at the idea. However, she knew that she wouldn’t go through with it. Her boys would probably laugh at her attempts of emotional blackmail. “It’s about time if you ask me. They’re both thirty years old and eligible bachelors. Other men are already married by now, but not Jace or Aryan, they’re determined to kill me.” She sighed dramatically.

While the two women spoke, Mahi wondered about the information that she just received. Aryan was engaged and she supposed it made sense now why he was so quick to jump into a no strings attached arrangement. Except, with his behavior towards her lately, she wasn’t sure what they were anymore. Were they friends still? Or did he want more?

“They tell me that they're proud of me every time we talk.” She stated, although a part of her wondered if her parents would hate her once they found out that she and Aryan were not really married. At least in the eyes of the law they weren’t. Once they were at the restaurant, she went back to being silent and simply smiled at the older woman’s orders.

Naina's chuckles continued more so at how dramatic Avantika was being, it was an amusing sight. "I'm sure its not to the lack of attention from women, but don't worry so much Aunty, one day perhaps even sooner they'll want to settle down."

Soon they were settled in the restaurant and Naina didn't fight with the elder woman on her order because she didn't want to disrespect her. One way or another, Avantika would get her way. "Yes, M'am." Naina told her rather amused.

Avantika continued her line of question but honestly she was curious of Mahi, and she did think this young woman would be good match for Aryan. After Radhika, even Avantika had wised up and learned to read women better due to her overprotectivenss of her sons. Both of these women struck her as kind and sincere women. "Tell me more about yourself, Mahi, what are you hobbies, interests?"

“I’m worried that they’ll only garner the bad kind of attention. Gold diggers are everywhere.” That was Avantika’s biggest worry that what happened to Aryan would happen again. Although she knew that her son was wiser now, he also fell in love too quickly which was the opposite of Jace, who never led with his emotions. Of course, that was a bad trait too which was why she was hoping that Naina would be able to win his heart somehow. To be fair, she was sure that Jace was enamored by Naina, it was just convincing the young woman to give him a chance that was proving to be difficult. “If you do, I’ll get dibs on making you my bahu.”

With her mind reeling, Mahi blinked when Avantika addressed her once again. “I study all the time, aunty, but when I have the time, I cook. Not very well, I’m guessing, but good enough to feed myself.” She admitted, feeling her cheeks reddening at her confession. “I also like to read.”

“Nonsense, I’m sure your cooking is lovely.” Avantika said kindly before turning to Naina, “What about you, dear? Any hobbies?”

Naina understood her worries, especially after knowing about Aryan, but she sure was he was now more cautious with who dallied with, lately it's only been Mahi "Yours sons are wise men, they won't make that mistake." She smiled, her heart racing at the term Avantika used, upon a time she would have been elated, "I'm extremely flatter and any woman be lucky to have you as her Shaas."

Naina smiled as Mahi nervously listed her interests, but still kept it as Mahi wasn't comfortable with all the attention on her. "She's being modest, Mahi cooks fabulously. She's certainly better than me."

Avantika smiled kindly at Mahi, "there's my evidence. What sort of books do you read?" Referring to Naina, before she asked Naina.

"Basically anything outdoors, yoga, hiking, swimming, you name it." Naina responded. "I've been wanting to take up sculpting. What about you Aunty?"

“If they were wiser, they would be married and have given their poor old mother grandbabies by now, but alas, I’m bound to end up with no grandchildren.” Avantika sighed dramatically, however, her eyes brightened at Naina’s words. “You know, we could make that happen… All you have to do is give Jace a chance. You two would make beautiful babies together.” She shot Naina a wink. Then again, the very quiet woman who was sitting next to Naina would make a good bahu to her too. If only she could get Mahi to open up a little.

“I’m not. She's exaggerating.” Mahi felt her cheeks reddened even more and she frowned at her best friend. “Lately, it’s mostly law, but I do like a good mystery or fantasy to unwind to.”

“Interesting choices. I’m surprised you don’t read romance books.” Avantika added before looking at Naina. “Ahh… You like to move. It’s no wonder you’re fit. I’m into socializing and volunteering. Sometimes, I go shopping, but I don’t make it a habit.”

Naina let out another soft laugh, "see, just do that in front of them they'll melt instantly." She quipped, playing along with her antics before shaking her head, "you are one determined woman, Aunty, but I'll keep your words in mind." A flash of pain passed through her mostly because as Naina sat there she was starting to realize just how badly she wished she could have all of this. Jace and a mother-in-law who was Avantika.

"I'm not exaggerating." Naina responded without missing a beat just before Mahi answered Avantika. Mahi had tried to get her to read, but they both learned quickly that Naina's interest didn't hold very long.

Naina grinned at her compliment, "glad you think so, there's something so peaceful about nature." She smiled then, "now, that I'm not surprised to here, and we'll definitely to go shopping together, Aunty. How's uncle doing?"

"I've tried, they're not buying it. Apparently, I'm not convincing enough." Avantika said with a frown. "I'm determined, but unfortunately for me determination doesn't mean I'll succeed." She smiled at Naina, despite feeling defeated because it was clear that the younger woman was not buying into her pleading.

"I'm not a romantic, Aunty." Mahi said, not seeing the need to lie about it. She had never been until things got complicated by the son of the woman currently questioning her.

That response had Avantika raising a brow, "that's odd, every girl I know these days wants romance and you don't?" She then turned to Naina. "I agree. The only problem with nature is all the bugs and bugs and I don't mix well together. Uncle is well. You should drop by to visit him sometime. In fact, I insist for you and Mahi to come by for dinner. I'll have the boys come home that night. It'll give you a chance to meet my other son, Mahi."

Naina chuckled, mostly because she couldn't argue seeing as she too had turned her offer of dating Jace down entirely. If she continued this path, she'd only dig herself a bigger hole and she hated saying no to this woman. However, her dating Jace was never going to happen, as much as she wished it wasn't the case.

"that's because my Mahi is here very special, and a realist." Naina teased her friend with a smile, although she understood why because the EA herself no longer believed in it. She chuckled at Avantika's remark of bugs, "they are annoying but mostly harmless if you leave them alone." She hesitated, but not wanting to be rude she nodded, "Good to hear. Does insist mean, we must go?" Naina teased.

Avantika had never met a more peculiar duo. Most younger women she knew liked romance, but not these two apparently, but it mattered not, she was still insistent on matching at least one of them with her sons. Naina would be the first obviously since Jace was clearly so smitten by her. Hopefully, Aryan would like Mahi, but first, she had to make sure the two met first. “Yes, I want you both to come to dinner. How about next Saturday?” She smiled at Naina and then turned to Mahi, “Will you come, Mahi? You’ll make my day if you do…”

At this point, Mahi felt like she might as well have died. The woman who was her mother-in-law had invited her to dinner so that she could meet her son, who she was supposed to not know. How was she supposed to act like she didn’t know someone she had grown really attached to? God, and she couldn’t even say no to Avantika seeing as the woman seemed relentless. “I’ll go, aunty.” She said quietly, gripping her best friend's hand for dear life.

Naina froze because of how soon that invitation was but she was more worried about Mahi, because while Avantika knew Naina and Jace were friends. She had no clue Mahi and Aryan knew each other as well, but she imagined Mahi would given Aryan a heads up and Naina would do the same for Jace. She smiled at the woman, "of course, Aunty, we'll be there." Naina felt Mahi's hand find hers and she squeezed it reassuringly, giving her friend a comforting smile as she too accepted the elder woman's invitation.

Avantika gave them a bright smile, "excellent, you both are too sweet." And lunch carried on this way with the three continuing their chatting until the roommates part ways with the woman.

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#mahi x naina #//lmao how apt is this title tho? fhsd;lajf

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silver-lily-louise · 5 years

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A Whole New World - a Shadowhunters fanfic

Chapter Five - Let Your Heart Decide

Summary: Alec doesn’t want to hold Magnus back. Magnus doesn’t want to throw Alec’s normal life up in the air. Alec makes his final wish.

A/N: The final chapter!!! We made it, guys. Thank you so much to everyone who’s been leaving lovely comments/tags along the way, it’s been a joy! I hope you enjoy the wrap-up. <3 (As usual, the titles are from Aladdin.)

Read it from the beginning on AO3 Chapter Five on AO3, or alternatively, keep reading!

~oOo~

Alec folds his arms over his chest, holding still; tossing and turning wasn’t helping him drift off any faster, so maybe this will work instead. But the gentle pressure just reminds him of earlier – of Magnus’ hands, arms, chest holding him upright but by no means steady. Of being so close, and wanting nothing more than to close the rest of the distance and kiss him. He shuts his eyes, but there’s barely any difference. There’s no pesky ray of moonlight peeping in, no noise besides the familiar hum of the city he can no longer sleep without. It’s his own thoughts, his own foolish wants, keeping him awake.

Tomorrow, he’s going to make his final wish. He’s going to let Magnus move on, and try to return to his own normal life. And hey, he’s got his work, he’s got his family nearby – there are plenty of things to distract and ground him, to help him pretend that these last few weeks have just been a strange dream; exhilarating, but fleeting, and not to be mourned for that.

He groans, giving up and turning onto his side again, feeling his face smoosh up against the thin pillow. The problem is, this time with Magnus hasn’t felt like a dream. It’s felt more real than anything Alec’s ever known. It’s never been perilous enough to be exhilarating, and he doesn’t want it to be fleeting – instead, it’s been comfortable, quietly and steadily joyous, and he thinks he might want it forever.

That word snaps him out of his reverie, and he opens his eyes to the darkness in a kind of shock, before frowning at himself. Forever. For God’s sake, he’s known Magnus less than a month – it’s ridiculous to feel so attached already. Not to mention that Magnus is a genie, a fucking magical entity who’s lived for centuries, and so to him, forever means something entirely different. Alec’s never thought of himself as self-deprecating – though he knows Izzy disagrees with him on that – but he’s aware of his limits, and nothing makes him feel quite as limited as comparing himself to the kind of life that Magnus is used to. The kind that such a generous, brilliant man deserves.

So tomorrow, he’s going to make his third wish, and then say goodbye. Now, all he has to do is think of something else he wants, besides what he knows it would be too selfish of him to ask for.

It’s a while before he manages to fall asleep, and if he could muster the will to care about anything his head has to say, drowned out as it is by the petulant demands of his heart, he’d bemoan how tired he’s going to be at work tomorrow. He dreams of a magic carpet ride, of warm smiles and golden eyes and arms wrapped snugly around his waist, holding him safe. When he wakes up to a gently scathing alarm a few hours later, he’ll almost manage to convince himself that it doesn’t mean anything, simply because it can’t.

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Magnus throws his head back against the chaise longue, staring up unseeingly at the highest shelves, barely noticing when the book tumbles from his fingers. He’s finished Les Mis, finally, but he’s barely seventy pages into Doctor Zhivago and he doesn’t know what he was thinking choosing it as his next literary conquest. Trying to keep track of such an infamously confusing story would be difficult at the best of times – let alone when he’s moping around like a lovesick teenager, lounging in his lamp’s library because it was too frustrating to lie in his opulent four-poster bed and gain no comfort, no rest from the perfectly temperate silk embrace.

He sighs, and if he wasn’t feeling so low he’d laugh at the dramatics of it all. He wants to go back and use only his magic to catch Alexander, to spare himself from the feeling of what he wanted being right there and yet so far out of reach. Better yet, he wants to go back thirty years, to when he misplaced the lid of his lamp for the seventeenth time that month, decided enough was enough, and sealed it in place; because if he could just change that decision, he wouldn’t have gotten stuck, wouldn’t have ended up offering a handsome, kind mortal three wishes and accidentally throwing in a piece of his heart as part of the deal.

He shuts his eyes, a little overwhelmed by the current toll on his willpower – because as much as he tells himself that he wishes he could change the past and avoid this situation, he knows it isn’t true. What he actually wants is to leave the lamp right this second, march over to Alexander’s bedroom, and declare that he’s never met anyone like him. That he’s never felt such connection to someone else, something that feels so immense even in its beginning – because he wants this to be a beginning, he wants to confess his feelings and trade silk sheets for soft-worn cotton, four posts for a pair of strong arms and gentle archer’s hands. He wants to conjure roses and day lilies and give them to Alexander as tokens of his affection, because Magnus has always been a hopeless romantic at his core and because Alexander is so beautiful when he’s flustered.

But although he’s a fool, Magnus is not an idiot, and calm resignation is stronger than his unattainable hopes. If his eight centuries have taught him anything, it’s that no matter how much of the world his powers can grant him, there will always be some things that he just can’t have.

***

Alec has decided on his final wish, and rationally, he knows it’s a good one. If Magnus can help sway his landlord’s opinion into something a little more pet-friendly, Alec can finally get the puppy he’s been dreaming of adopting ever since he was a kid. It’s something for him, like Magnus suggested, and it’s something he’d never be able to get without Magnus’ help, so it’s not like he’s wasting this once- (or, more accurately, thrice-) in-a-lifetime opportunity. It’s a good wish. It’s also the complete opposite of what he wants, because making it means that Magnus will leave again.

He opens the door, false smile plastered on as he turns to the living room, where he usually finds Magnus at this time of the day. It’s empty.

The smile falls, and Alec curses the lump in his throat because this is ridiculous. He’s lived alone for a good few years now, and Magnus has only been here a matter of weeks. Coming home to an empty apartment is the norm, for God’s sake, and it’s one he’d better get used to again because he’s here to make his wish, and Magnus is going to leave.

Unless you ask him to stay, whispers a traitorous voice in his head, and he shuts his eyes because he can’t, he can’t make a request so selfish – Except… he can. Wasn’t this exactly what Magnus suggested for his final wish? To make it something Alec truly wanted for himself, as much as he wanted happiness for Izzy and his mom in the previous two wishes? Alec’s heart starts thundering in his chest, because suddenly, he knows – not only can he do this, he has to. He knows he can’t bear to let this – this something, whatever it is, just pass him by. If he doesn’t at least ask, he’ll never forgive himself.

He goes to his bedroom, making a plan in his head as he tries to find something nice to wear, something that says I made an effort for you because you mean something to me. Go big or go home, right? Granted, that’s usually Jace’s motto, not Alec’s – but considering that Jace is happily married and Alec’s currently pining after someone he may never see again, maybe he could use a little of that spirit tonight.

He ventures back out into the living room, running over what he’s going to say in his head. He can’t just ask outright, can’t just make this his third wish and be done with it – he has to know that Magnus wants to stay as much as Alec wants him to. So instead, he’s going to give him a choice, and pray that Magnus feels the same way. He clears his throat, faces the lamp, and speaks before he has a chance to chicken out. ‘Magnus, do you have a minute? I’m ready to make my last wish.’

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Alexander's voice echoes in the high ceilings of his otherwise cozy study, and Magnus looks up from the list he was compiling. He needs options for where to go next, once he leaves New York; so far, he’s settled on Rome, Tokyo, and Lapland. All bright distraction, tourist traps and beautiful culture and ways to lose time. All thoroughly unappealing, now that they're suddenly imminent. He stands with a sigh, mustering a smile as he closes his eyes and allows himself to drift out of the lamp's spout.

When he rematerializes, he blinks in surprise. Alexander usually favours sweaters, polo shirts and jeans, both for relaxing at home and for working in his fairly casual office. This sharp, smart combination of a crisp button-down shirt and a blazer is new, and he looks - Magnus cuts himself off before he can follow that train of thought into dangerous territory. 'Some sort of special occasion today?' he asks, gesturing at the outfit. 'Did the Mayor stop by the office, perhaps?' Alexander's cheeks turn just the tiniest bit pink, and Magnus is really going to miss talking to someone who's so easily affected by simple conversation. 'Not quite,' he says. 'I just... had a meeting I wanted to make an effort for.'

'Ah, of course.' Magnus' good humour dissipates a little, though he tries to hide it, because there's nothing left to do but ask. 'So - your final wish. You've decided?' Alexander nods. He looks a little nervous, and Magnus braces himself for what may be a more difficult request than the previous two wishes.

What he isn't expecting is for Alexander to set his shoulders in determination, and say, 'For my third wish, you have a choice.'

Magnus stares at him for a moment. ‘I have a choice?' A small chuckle escapes him, and he hopes it doesn't sound too bittersweet. 'You continue to surprise me, Alexander. All right, then.' He puts on a mock-serious expression, letting pomp and circumstance infuse his tone. 'Tell me – what devious conundrum lies ahead of me, good sir?' Alexander gives a brief (and, if Magnus is honest with himself, not wholly deserved) smile at the moment of levity. 'Okay. For my last wish, I’d like one of the following, and it's completely up to you which one you grant. Option one is a jasmine plant that will never wither.' He hesitates a moment, before continuing resolutely. 'Or, option two… let me buy you dinner. Tonight.'

It's a few seconds before Magnus realises that his mouth is hanging open, and a good few more before he remembers how to use it. 'You mean...' Oh. He's an even bigger fool than he thought. Because suddenly, it all makes sense – the blushing, and the nice jacket, and the tension yesterday when they were standing so damn close -

Alexander's nervousness is starting to give way to a gentle panic, and Magnus realises that he hasn't actually given an answer yet. He raises a hand to forestall any babbling, because Alexander looks like he's on the verge of one of his (usually unnecessary, but also unfairly adorable) I'm sorry, it's stupid, forget it tirades. One particular thought from last night sparks in Magnus’ mind again, and he smiles slyly as his eyes catch on Alexander's top buttonhole. He gently twirls his wrist, and a short, delicate stem sprouts into existence, budding at the top and unfurling slightly into a small red rose. He steps forward, tucking it into the buttonhole, and his smile widens as he meets Alexander's gaze. 'Option two. Definitely option two.'

Alexander's eyes flick down to the rose briefly – or perhaps to where Magnus' hand is lightly but unabashedly lingering on his lapel – and he barks out a short, surprised laugh. 'Seriously?' he says, in response to Magnus' questioning look. 'I ask you for a date or a plant, and you say yes to the date by conjuring a plant?' He laughs again, shaking his head in apparent disbelief. 'I thought you were going to say no!' Magnus winces a little in amused embarrassment, but you don't live as long as he has without learning how to recover quickly from social slips. 'I'm sorry,' he says smoothly, one finger trailing over the silky rose petals. 'I'm not normally so distracted. It usually only happens right after I've been asked out by someone singularly attractive.' His eyes dart back up to meet Alexander's, and when he sees the flustered mirth reflected there, every reason he previously thought of to leave New York seems to evaporate into nothingness.

Alexander proffers his arm. 'Well,' he says, his voice low and soft. 'Shall we get going, then?' Magnus loops his own arm through Alexander’s, and flashes his most dazzling grin in sheer joy. 'Your wish is my command.'

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Six months later, Alec finds himself at the Oddities display once more, while Pat’s bustling around with the clothing. ‘Hey, Underhill,’ he calls, ‘do we want the imitation Fabergés out yet, or do we wait another week?’ ‘I’d say go for it. The chocolate bunnies have been out in the grocery stores for nearly a month already.’

It’s fairly slow, especially for a Saturday afternoon just before closing time, and the three of them are taking the opportunity to reshuffle the stock. Alec’s been volunteering at the thrift shop since New Year’s – it’s a total change of pace from his nine-to-five, and it’s fast becoming a highlight of each week.

At the brief, informal interview – conducted by the cashier who sold him the lamp, who introduced himself as Andrew, but everyone just calls me Underhill – he’d been asked why he wanted to volunteer, and he’d smiled. ‘You remember that old lamp I bought? Well, it wasn’t exactly like Aladdin, but it definitely brought me some good fortune. I wanted to pay it back a little, like you said.’

And speaking of that good fortune – the bell on the door chimes merrily as Magnus waltzes into the shop, his disguised eyes meeting Alec’s with a surreptitious flash of gold. Alec smiles, walking over to plant a brief kiss on Magnus’ cheek. ‘Hey.’ ‘Hey. I know I’m a little early, but I thought I’d see how you were doing.’ He glances around the shop, raising an eyebrow. ‘Though if I’d known you were so swamped, I might have decided against it.’ Alec rolls his eyes fondly. ‘We’re nearly done for the day, then I’m all yours.’ Magnus smirks, and opens his mouth – likely to comment on the I’m all yours part of that sentence – but Underhill interrupts. ‘You guys can get out of here, if you want. Pat and I can finish up on our own.’ ‘Are you sure?’ Underhill gestures to the empty aisles. ‘He has a point. It’s totally dead, and I doubt we’ll be overrun in the last ten minutes of business.’ He nods towards the door, smiling. ‘Go enjoy your anniversary. See you next week.’

Alec barely has time to thank him before he’s being practically pulled out of the door, laughing. ‘Someone’s eager,’ he says, and Magnus turns to shoot him a grin. His silver tortoise pin – a Christmas present from Alec – glints against his burgundy cravat, the bright blue gemstones catching the late golden sunlight. ‘Where are we going?’ Alec asks, pulling his hand from Magnus’ to wrap his arm around his boyfriend’s shoulders instead.

Magnus meets his gaze, a hint of mischief in his expression. ‘Well, in honour of our first date, I thought I’d give you a choice.’ Alec chuckles. ‘Oh? And what would that choice be?’ ‘Well, option one is Tokyo. I thought we could revisit that sushi place…’

Alec listens contentedly as Magnus rambles on, extolling the many virtues (and some of the vices) that Tokyo and Rome each have to offer. There’s an early spring chill in the air, but Magnus is warm against his side as they walk in comfortable rhythm, and the low flurry of his excitement feels like sunlight on Alec’s skin.

He listens, but a part of his mind drifts back to six months ago – and he thanks his lucky stars that he took this chance, that he didn’t just let this go. Because now he gets to be in love with this amazing, kind, golden-eyed magician, and by some miracle, Magnus loves him back.

It’s even better than he could have wished for.

~oOo~

#malec #malec fanfic #malec au #shadowhunters #shadowhunters fanfic #shtv #shs #genie!magnus #mine #ALSO this is now my longest shs fic to date #beating out 'Back to Each Other' by like 2k #this chapter took quite a bit more effort than the previous ones but i'm happy with the result #please let me know what you think!!

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choiceslife · 5 years

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When Worlds Collide: Part Eight (Limited Series)

Disclaimer: Based upon characters in Choices - Endless Summer, It Lives in the Woods, The Royal Romance, #LoveHacks, Home for the Holidays, and The Elementalists series. All characters presented are the property of Pixelberry Studios. I claim no ownership. This story is purely the work of the poster as fanfiction.

Overall Series Rating: 18+

Warnings: Adult Language, Adult Content, Sexual Discussions. Future chapters may contain SMUT and Gratuitous Sexual Descriptions

Overall Series Summary: The sisters are together again and Ava Cunningham believes only they can help her.

Author’s Note: This Limited Series is a companion/sequel to Divided By Circumstance. I suggest you at least read that series in order to understand this one. As with most of my stories, this is a crossover and is part of my interconnected Chromatic AU. My MC’s are as follows: Carrissa Monroe (TRR), Abby Bennett (#LH), Scarlett Joy (HFTH), and Taylor Reed (ES). Previous Chapters can be found in my Master List located in my header.

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La Huerta

“I’m worried about him, Aleister,” Grace said as she stepped beside her boyfriend. The two looked over to see Lucas meticulously pouring over data in an effort to verify his calculations for the Power Core alterations. “He’s been so focused the past three days and has barely spent any time with his friends.”

Aleister respected the drive. He didn’t understand Grace’s concern at all. Seeing Lucas’ determination reminded Aleister of himself. “I don’t see a problem Grace. He’s a hard worker and on a mission.”

“And he’s completely suppressing that he’s hurting inside. How can you not see it?” Grace watched Aleister stare at her blankly with a shrug. Her boyfriend may be intelligent, but when it came to picking up emotional cues, he was severely lacking in knowledge. “I’m gonna go talk to him.”

“Okay love.” Aleister knew better than to protest Grace when it came to these things. She had much more emotional depth than him.

Grace pulled up the stool beside Lucas as he ran his fingers through his uncharacteriscally unkempt hair. She was sure the frustration of the task before him felt insurmountable because of his unexpressed feelings. “You should take a break Lucas.”

“I can’t Grace. I’ve gotta figure this out.”

Her heart went out to him. Lucas was hurting and Grace could see it plain as day. Sure, he could try to bury himself in work and solving this problem to get the Power Core to calibrate properly, but she knew that until Lucas actually dealt with his pain that progress would come to a grinding halt. “Lucas?” Grace placed a comforting hand over the young man’s own hand. His eyes met hers. “Talk to me.”

Everything about Grace Hall was trustworthy and Lucas knew it with every fiber of his being. That’s all it took for him to let the flood gates open. “He doesn’t love me,” Lucas sobbed as he wrapped his arms around Grace and buried his head into her shoulder. Despite not having any children yet, Grace’s maternal instincts kicked into gear. She pat Lucas’ shoulder and gently caressed the back of his head as he sobbed into the softness of her orange sweater. “I waited too long to tell him how I felt.”

Grace gently rubbed Lucas’ back in soothing circles. “I’m sorry. I know it’s hard when you have such intense feelings for someone, but they don’t feel the same way.” She really did. Grace instantly recalled the one summer in college that she spent in London visiting her mom, when she developed a crush on the one intern in her mom’s office. Paolo was cute beyond her wildest imagination, but his ambitions left little room for him to have feelings for anyone other than himself. It took some time for Grace to deal with her pain, but eventually she began to heal. “You might not think it now, but it will get better. One day you will find someone that loves everything about the man you are inside and out.”

Lucas stepped back from the woman comforting him and nodded his appreciation for her assurances. “Thank you Grace. You’re right. I know you’re right. I just wish I had actually told Dan my feelings instead of making up a lie, but I saw how he looks at your friend and I knew I didn’t have a chance. Dan looks at Jake with the same passion and desire that I have when I look at him. And I think Jake might see that too.”

While Grace had a feeling that Lucas was crushing hard on Dan, the revelation that Dan had feelings for Jake came as quite a surprise. At some point, Grace knew she would have to have a conversation with her friend. Everyone was here for Jake so they could help bring Taylor home and Grace needed to know that his heart was all there. If what Jake had told them upon arriving back to the island was true; that everyone’s love is what kept Taylor from fading from existence, then Grace needed to know if he was having any doubts whatsoever. “Go rest up for a little Lucas. It’ll help you clear your head. You can come back fresh later to tackle the Power Core calibration.”

As soon as Lucas left for his room, Grace excused herself from the lab, intent on finding her pilot friend.

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Jake stretched his arms in the air before folding them behind his head as he sat on one of the elongated poolside lounge chairs. He never imagined that he’d be relaxing at The Celestial once again, soaking up the sun’s warm rays, but that’s exactly what he’d been doing for the last few days while the brain trust toiled away in the laboratory. He certainly preferred being poolside compared to being stuck indoors. Jake enjoyed the energy soaking into his skin, hoping it would give him a much needed tan. He watched the others, in various groups, frolicking in the water or conversing at the tiki-style bar, while he just sat back enjoying some alone time.

“He’s quite fetching, isn’t he?” An all too familiar voice asked.

The shaggy haired pilot turned his haze, arms still folded behind his head, to see the most unexpected sight. “B-B-Boy Scout?” He stammered.

Taylor looked at Jake with a playful smile before nodding his head in the direction of the pool towards the subject of his question. Jake’s gaze shifted from his long lost love to the muscular figure extracting himself from the distant side of the pool. Dan’s back muscles flexed as he hoisted himself up. The water rolled down his body, highlighting every definition Sexy Mop Top earned from hard work in the gym. Jake’s eyes instantly traveled to Dan’s tapered waist and, once again, fixated on the lower back dimples situated just above his round bottom.

Forcing himself to break his objectification, Jake turned back to Taylor. “How are you here? We haven’t performed...”

“I’m always here Jake. With you. I’ve never left.”

“But you did Taylor,” Jake challenged. He dropped his hands to his lap and turned to face his husband. Sure, it was an unofficial hand-fasting, but that didn’t make it any less real to Jake. Taylor was his soulmate. The first person to capture his heart and make him want to be a better man. Jake blinked several times fighting back the tears he felt forming. “You left me alone. You made the decision to sacrifice yourself to save us all, but we never really got to talk about it first. One minute you’re with me and the next...” Jake’s voice cracked and he trailed off unable to finish his thought. He lost the battle with the tears as a steady stream rolled down his cheeks.

Taylor reached over and cupped Jake’s face in his hands. He gently ran his thumb across his sobbing husband’s cheek while turning Jake’s face up to look into the pilot’s blue eyes. “If I did Hotness, I never would’ve had the courage to go through with it. I couldn’t stay and let the world burn around us. Rourke had to be stopped. In time, I knew you’d find room in your heart to love again.” Taylor softly turned Jake’s face towards where Dan was sitting and laughing with his friends. “I know you’re feeling something for him Jake. It’s okay. If for some reason this plan with The Sisters doesn’t work; I want you to be happy.”

For a few moments, all Jake could do was look at Dan while pressing his face to Taylor’s palm. “How can I...” Jake began to say turning to face his love, but he was no longer there. “Taylor?” Jake looked around the pool area frantically, but Taylor was nowhere in sight.

Jake opened his eyes to find himself still outstretched and lounging poolside. His hands were still laced behind his head and he realized that he must have dozed off. Jake saw that the others were still enjoying themselves in the pool area. Stacy sat atop Ava’s shoulders in the pool, battling Cade who was perched upon Varyn’s shoulders. Dan sat on the pool’s edge with his feet in the water beside Sean and Craig, the latter of which was animatedly miming football moves during conversation. Michelle sat under a canopied table sipping drinks with Carissa, Abby, and Scarlett, while Raj stood behind a nearby grill, no doubt whipping up something delicious. Meanwhile, Estella and Zahra practiced grappling moves on the nearby beach.

It must have been a dream, but it felt so real, so vivid. Jake turned his head and was immediately startled to see Diego sitting on the lounger beside him just staring. “Jesus Short Stuff. You scared me. How long have you been sitting there?”

“Long enough to see that something bothered you in your sleep. Wanna talk about it?” Diego placed a comforting hand on Jake’s leg.

“It’s nothing Diego. Just... just go back and have fun with the others.” Jake quickly got up from his seat, not wanting to discuss his feelings. He appreciated Diego’s concern, but Jake just needed some alone time. “I’ll catch you later,” he said before walking off towards The Celestial lobby.

From across the pool area, Dan noticed Jake depart, appearing to be upset. He excused himself from Craig and Sean and the football conversation they were having; quickly jogging toward the hotel.

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The lobby was empty, as was the bar. Jake wasn’t in The Celestial’s massive fitness center either. Rounding a corner into another long corridor, Dan finally spotted his friend through the windows of the grand hotel’s large game room. He watched as Jake’s shirtless form stretched while rolling billiard balls by hand across the velvet table rather forcefully. Dan couldn’t help involuntarily hitching his breath as his eyes roamed over the pilot’s attractive body. Dan leaned his strong frame against the doorway as he folded his arms across his bare chest. “Hey,” he said lowly, finally exhaling that held breath.

“Hey Dan,” Jake replied without looking up from the pool table. He rolled another billiard ball across the table, sinking it into a corner pocket. “You didn’t have to come find me. I’ll be fine. You can go back and have fun with the others.”

“You’re not fine now though Jake. You didn’t even call me by my nickname.”

Jake glanced up to see his new friend smiling from ear-to-ear. He wanted to be angry, but how could he be when Dan was standing right there looking so damn adorable? Although he tried to fight it, Jake felt the corners of his mouth curl upwards ever so slightly. And he was pretty sure Dan noticed. “Why’d you come looking for me?”

“I can’t sit back and watch someone I care about struggle to cope,” Dan replied. He ran a hand through his slightly damp hair; still wet from his earlier dip in the outdoor pool.

Jake slowly made his way towards where Dan was standing. He got within inches of the younger, taller man who made him have conflicting feelings inside. “Why do you care about me? We barely know each other,” Jake whispered, his hot breath rippling across Dan’s neck causing goose bumps.

“I... uh... I...” Dan swallowed hard causing his Adam’s apple to bob in his throat. He was unable to find the words to express how he felt, but that didn’t stop his body from giving away his lust for the pilot. Dan felt his manhood grow, pressing tightly against the waterproof fabric of his swim trunks as it yearned to be set free. He could practically feel the almost invisible tiny hairs on Jake’s pecs tickling his own smooth, bare chest as he finally found words. “I don’t know why exactly. Something inside me just feels drawn to you. I know it’s wrong. We’re here to get Taylor back, but I don’t know how to make a feeling stop.”

“I’m confused too,” Jake replied. He gently brushed a stray lock of hair from Dan’s forehead before drawing the back of his fingers down the young man’s cheek. Jake brought his lips dangerously close to Dan’s, desperately wanting a taste. “If this were any other time, I’d be bending you over that pool table Sexy Mop Top.” Jake’s finger traveled slowly down Dan’s neck to the muscular divide of his chest eliciting a slight gasp. And then he took a small step back. “But Taylor has my heart. I’m a different man because of him. I’ve waited for him to come back to me and I have to believe he will return.” Jake pulled Dan’s forehead to his own. “I’m sorry.”

The two men stood together, forehead-to-forehead, for a few moments before Dan finally retreated. “You have nothing to be sorry about Jake. I completely understand.” Dan ran his palms down the front of his swim trunks and took a deep breath to regain his composure. While he was disappointed, he also knew chances with Jake were a long shot. “Taylor is a lucky guy and we’re gonna get him back Jake.” Dan gave Jake’s shoulder a comforting squeeze before he exchanged one final nod with the shaggy haired pilot and turned on his heel back towards the pool area.

Standing around the corner, Grace had heard everything. “So Lucas was right. Dan does have feelings for you.” Grace said as she made her presence known after Dan’s departure and approached Jake in the game room doorway. “And you have some feelings for him too?”

Jake was stunned to see Grace appear. “It’s not like that...”

“Just listen Jake,” Grace said raising her hand and cutting him off. “I heard what you said. You really need to be sure, without a scintilla of doubt that Taylor is the one. Everyone is here because we know what losing him meant to you, but if you’re not sure...”

The pilot placed both of his hands onto his friend’s shoulders. “Grace. I’m sure. For a moment my mind tried to tell me that Taylor would want me to find happiness with someone else, but when I saw Dan up here, I realized that it was just my fear that this plan might not work causing me to have doubts. In that moment, I knew I had to stop thinking that way. You all came here and had faith in me and supported me. It’s time that I have that same faith. I love Taylor and I know he will be back.”

Grace wiped the single tear from her cheek, content that Jake’s words were true. She wrapped her arms around his bare torso. “Good cuz if you said something else I would have hurt you.”

The two friends shared a laugh as Grace linked an arm into Jake’s elbow, about to walk towards the lobby when Aleister came running down the hallway.

“Oh good! I found you both,” Aleister panted breathlessly. “I’ve got it. I found the error that Lucas mentioned. I’ll have the Power Core fully recalibrated tonight and we can finally perform the ritual tomorrow.”

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(To Be Continued)

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sugarsnap-caely · 6 years

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Das Gebrochen Arzt (The Broken Doctor): Chapter 4

When Henrik woke up he had two cups of coffee rather than his usual one. He didn't feel all that hungry either so he left the house with a single piece of poorly buttered toast. Thankfully, he managed to get to the hospital without causing any issues. Today was going to be a long day…

As he walked into the lounge he raised his hand to wave to Suzi but hesitated as he remembered yesterday’s events. She had had to go home early due to the—albeit minor—cut on her leg.

He gathered up the courage to walk up to her and apologize again when he nearly ran into Jeff. He groaned, he really did not want to deal with him this morning. And just when he thought he was getting over his migraine too…

“So…I heard what happened yesterday,” Jeff said, cocky eyebrow and all, “And to think I thought you were a surgeon.”

“And to sink, I sought you vere less of a hypocrite.”

Jeff narrowed his eyes, as if unsure what he was talking about.

“Remember zee incident vis zee saline?”

For the first time in a while, Jeff stammered, “I-I umm…no…yes…I mean uhhhh…”

Henrik smirked, that put him in his place. He had to admit, he got some enjoyment out of seeing Jeff put down a peg. He checked his watch as he continued to walk, his first appointment for the day was in two minutes. He picked up his pace as he left the room.

He rolled his shoulders briefly as he moved to place the pacemaker wire in the ventricle. For the first time since this morning he was all focus. It was as if his very job itself kept a firm anchor on the worries that had built in his head. He had no time to worry, after all, people’s very lives depended on every ounce of his concentration. That fact alone kept him in reality. He could let his worries fester later.

He kept his eyes on the x-ray, making sure everything was lining up properly. This had to be done carefully otherwise the device would not work. He continued to attach the wires one by one to their appropriate places in the vein, the steady sound of the patient’s heart monitor beeping in his ears.

Once the last wire was in place he took the last one and hooked it up to the pulse generator, checking to make sure it was functioning properly. He positioned the device under the skin and close to the collarbone. Final checks were made and when everything was good to go he began to stitch up the incision. He cut the extra thread, letting out a sigh of relief as he did so: another successful procedure.

As soon as the patient was rolled out of the room he began to take off his equipment and wash up at the nearby sink. Aside from the gentle hum of nearby machinery and the water from the faucet, it was quiet. It was a calm, familiar sort of quiet. It was a quiet that he liked.

So why was it that he felt so uneasy?

He looked up at his reflection in the mirror, the same glasses-covered blue eyes stared back at him. He raised a hand up to the reflection, as if he had to make sure it was still him. The reflection mimicked his motions.

He waved his hand in front of the mirror, still unsatisfied with what he was seeing.

He looked over his shoulder to find no one there, yet he still felt like someone was in the room: watching. He turned back to the mirror and found it smirking back at him. He blinked his eyes and his reflection returned to normal. He ran a hand through his hair. God, what was going on? How long had he been in here again? He checked his watch, tapping the face to make sure it hadn't messed up again. He needed to get back to work. He slowly turned around and headed for the door.

Two green pin-pricks stared at him from the mirror.

Henrik’s eyes darted around for a moment as he walked down the hall. He was sure he was probably just being paranoid but he still couldn’t shake off the dread that seemed to constantly follow him like a predator stalking its prey: slow and methodical. He managed to distract himself when he came up to Suzi in her office. She was currently plugging information into a computer, her fingers typing quickly on the keys. When he saw her finish he cleared his throat, “Hello Suzi, are you coming to lunch vis me?” The two of them almost always had the same lunch break and so they would go together.

“I’m sorry Henrik,” she closed the computer’s window and the file she had open as she turned to face him, “I have to help out some interns with surgeries today.”

His smile fell, he had been hoping that some time with his friend would help heal his stress.“Oh...vell...I vill see you later zen?” He had started back on his way when he was interrupted by Suzi.

“Wait!” She stood up, quickly slinging a bag over her shoulder.

He turned back around to look at her, “Yes?”

“I umm...well…” She seemed to try and avoid his gaze, choosing to stare at her fiddling fingers. “I was wondering if...since I won’t be having lunch with you,” she took a deep breath through her nose before continuing, “if you would like to have dinner with me this evening?”

He stuttered, unsure how to react.

“I mean, it won’t be anything special really, just a small place I know in town, you know?”

A smile formed on his face as he considered, “Y-yes, I vould love to...to have dinner vis you.”

She beamed, “Really? Thank you so much! Anyway, I-I’ve got to go, bye!” She waved to him as she left the hall.

He raised a hand, giving a small wave in return. He smiled as he felt some of the foreboding atmosphere lift like fog disappearing in the sun. There was a slight bounce to his step the rest of the day.

A cool breeze floated through the air, giving him a sense of peace. It was a great evening to walk through Brighton. He opened his eyes and looked over at Suzi, “Vhere did you say vee vere going again?”

“You'll see when we get there.” She picked up the pace a bit nearly stranding him behind a group of people.

As he jogged to catch up he seemed to soak up her energetic atmosphere like a sponge. He watched the light bounce off her face, almost making it glow. He had sworn to the others that he had never seen her that way but, now that he thought about it, there had been times he noticed the way her hands moved while performing a surgery or how she would occasionally snort when she laughed. It had always managed to make him smile. ‘Maybe…’ he thought, ‘being wrong isn’t alvays such a bad sing.’

They sipped on some drinks as they sat across from each other in a booth. “So,” Suzi began, “what do you think of this place?”

He glanced around taking in the scenery, she had taken him to a German themed diner, “I love it actually.”

She smiled, “I thought you might.”

He couldn’t help but smile in return. He hadn’t realized how much he needed this to be honest. It was such a welcome experience that cleared away the clouds that had been surrounding him as of late. Perhaps she had sensed his apprehension and wanted to do something nice to help him. Well, it had been working so far.

“How vere zee interns zis time? Did any of zem give you trouble?”

“Oh no, they were fine. One of them was a little nervous but they did a wonderful job!”

“Zat is good to hear, vee could alvays use an extra hand around zee hospital.”

She suddenly let out a giggle.

“Vhat’s so funny?”

She put up a hand as she tried to stop her own laughter, “I…I just remembered something that happened today. O-One of the interns was being given a hard time by one of the other interns...and he put him in his place hard. I’d tell you the joke but you had to have been there.”

Henrik stifled a laugh of his own, “It is alright, in fact I did somesing similar to Jeff today. I sink vee both needed it to be honest.”

She giggled again as she picked up the menu and he decided to do the same. Before he could even glance at it though there was the ding of a notification on his phone. He took it out of his pocket and looked at the message. He beamed, trying his hardest to contain his excitement as he smiled across the table at her.

“What’s up, what happened?”

“My little edelveiss, she is coming over zis veekend!”

“That’s great!”

He nodded and looked back down at the menu. He shook his head, some of the words looked blurry. He took off his glasses and cleaned them before putting them back on. Flecks of red now decorated the page. His chest shook with suppressed nervous laughter. He decided to just focus on the words, that was what was important right now. He looked back down and started reading.

‘Ì̴̡t’s̷ h͏͟͏͘ope̸̶̢le̢͞sś̨͠͝. Fa̡̧̨̢i̢͏̷̕luŗ̸͝͏e. You c̛͟͝͠aǹ̶͢͡’t s͏̀a̶̧ve t̶̶͜h̵͠em̢͢’

He quickly shut the menu with a slap that caused people to look up from their meals. He nervously started to duck down as he felt their eyes leave him. Or did they? Some had to still be watching him, right? No, no they couldn’t be, no one would stare for that long. Would they?

“Henrik?”

He whipped his head around to her, startled.

“You look pale are you ok?”

He nodded slowly, deciding to look at the table instead. There was a fake vase full of fake flowers sitting against the fake wall. Wait, no the wall was real. He put his hand against it as if he had to make sure. Yep, still solid. He looked back over to the table noting the silverware sitting on it. It was the same as always: spoon, fork, and knife. His eyes continued to stare at the silverware for a long time. It seemed almost mesmerizing. He felt the need to pick up the knife...and drag it across someone’s skin as they beg-”Henrik.”

He shook his head as he looked up a Suzi, she had given a quiet yell and concern was written across her face.

He swallowed the tension that had built in his throat, “Y-yes?”

“Henrik if something is wrong you can tell me.”

He opened and closed his mouth several times like a dying fish before managing to spit something out, “I...I sink I need to go on a...o-on a valk.” He stood up from his chair, feeling his feet stumble for a split second.

“Maybe I should come with you.”

“No!” He yelled a bit too loudly. “N-no. I’ll be fine on my own.”

She gave him a sad nod and let him on his way. He felt so tired as he walked out the door.

He stumbled through the door to the house, nearly tripping on the step. The house was dark, outside was dark, his mind was dark, everything felt dark. His body appeared to move on its own accord, moving before his brain knew what it was doing. He vaguely told himself he needed to sleep and vaguely agreed.

The moment he crossed into the hallway to go to his bedroom it was like he stepped into a thick fog. The air felt thinner and he had trouble breathing. He felt jared as the disorientation he had been feeling simultaneously doubled and left his senses heightened. He felt the need to run but he was frozen on the spot. He could feel his hands shaking and the hairs stood up on the back of his neck. His eyes darted frantically about the room, something was watching him. He could feel it but he couldn’t see it.

His eyes widened. Unless… He slowly forced himself to turn around.

It was JJ.

An exclamation point appeared above his head as he flinched back slightly; his hand was outstretched as if to grab his shoulder.

“O-oh, it is only you…”

“Are you ok?” JJ asked.

He nodded, “Y-yes...I am only tired is all…”

Without even saying goodnight he walked to his room and went to bed.

He found himself standing out in the hallway. It was pitch black and he could not see a thing. He wasn’t sure why he was standing outside his room but his feet started to walk anyway. The further he walked down the hallway the closer the dread started creeping up on him. Someone was watching him again. Someone always seemed to be watching him, and yet the panic never lessened. No, it only got worse. He felt like the walls were closing in on him. There was something everywhere. It was everywhere and yet he could not see it. He needed to see, he had to see, he had never felt so blind. At his request an eerie green light illuminated the hallway. He immediately regretted it as a hard shudder traveled down his spine.

The walls were covered with eyes. He had seen eyes by themselves before, often in his job or the one that often floated by Jack’s shoulder. But these eyes were not like those, they were not round and adorable like Sam; no, they were human and alive.

They all blinked erratically and blood started to pour from them like tears. His instincts kicked in and he ran. His feet hit the floor one after another. The hallway seemed to stretch on infinitely, adding to his anxiety.

He glanced behind him but when he turned back the hallway came to a sudden end. He practically skidded to a halt, nearly touching the multitude of eyes in front of him. He whirled back around and found another wall had closed off behind him. He was surrounded.

His chest moved up and down rapidly. He needed to find a way out.

A singular voice suddenly surrounded him from all sides, loud, distorted, and harsh.

“Ǹ̴̡o̡̡w̷͡…”

There was a cacophonous hiss and all of the eyes peeled themselves from the walls with a disgusting slurp. They opened up their eyes again to reveal a maw of sharp teeth.

The eyes’ teeth dug into his skin, drawing blood. He went down. He tried to cry out in pain but no sound came out. All he could do was writhe on the floor as they tore into him. Ripping flesh from bone, the eyes burrowed under his skin giving him an agonizingly uncomfortable sensation. The voice from before laughed at him the whole time.

Henrik’s eyes snapped open and reality came flooding back to him. He found himself shaking in a cold sweat, staring at the ceiling.

Two hours later, he finally fell asleep.

Oh my god guys I am so SO sorry for the wait on this chapter! When I was writing this I had school and finals and HORRIBLE writier’s block. But, despite that I have managed to push through and so here we are!

Now I am sure you are all aware of recent events regaurding Jack’s egos. Including one for our favorite doctor. At first, I was half happy and half crushed to see Schneep alive. Happy for obvious reasons and sad, beacause I thought it might ruin my story. I had most to all of the major events planned out before that event happened so I was nervous that my ideas would not be enjoyed, considering this story is meant to be a build up to a very important video we all know. ;)

However, I came to my senses and realized, “Hey wait. This is a FANFICTION they almost ALWAYS diverge from cannon.” and so here we are. I am still going to write my original ending and epilouge for this story. BUT that doesn’t mean I havn’t been given some new ideas as well... So, along with the original epilouge I will also be writing one that will fit into the new video featuring Henrik! So prepare yourselves as usual and I hope you enjoyed this chapter!!

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Totally Legit Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

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all-cursed · 3 years

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BOBO DEL REY : BIOGRAPHY

[ i. STATS ]

NAME. bobo del rey , also known as robert svane .

AGE. somewhere around 171; number provided via mathematics i did between a combination of the actors’ ages and doc’s mentions of his age/how long he was stuck in the well . the math may or may not be correct and i honestly don’t care enough to try and do it again .

DOB. september 23, exact year unknown .

GENDER. cis male : prefers he/him or they/them pronouns .

PREF. pansexual

SPECIES. human turned revenant .

RESIDENCE. the ghost river triangle .

OCCUPATION. outside his stint as the owner of Shorty’s, his financial endeavours tend to be a little more under the table .

ETHNICITY. swedish, danish, norwegian... most of his blood comes from that general area .

[ ii. INTROSPECTION ]

POSITIVE TRAITS. resolute , patient (how else would someone spend over fifteen years trying to find some lady’s dead children bones) , passionate , dedicated , perceptive , eloquent .

NEUTRAL TRAITS. quick-witted , clever , irreverent , amoral .

NEGATIVE TRAITS. hedonistic , short tempered , unforgiving , apathetic toward most things , self-interested (not quite the word i was looking for but when he sets his mind to a goal/decides that someone is in his inner circle, he’ll do anything to achieve/protect said things even to the detriment of others and this word is the closest i could find) .

DISLIKES. being rushed & law enforcement & comic books & ignorance/ignorant people & being under someone else’s authority & having to repeat himself & hell flashbacks & poker games & cheap alcohol; he’ll drink it but he has a heavy preference toward the pricier stuff & interruptions of any sort & having to switch things up mid-plan & having to rely on others for anything & most sweets & neon colours & thinking about his past & being cornered .

LIKES. expensive liquors & lounging in the sun & birds & organic materials for clothing; so furs, leathers, metals, etc. & accessorising (the amount of rings and bracelets alone that he has squirreled away is insane) & neutral and earth tone colours & having all eyes on him/being able to give off a commanding presence & at the same time he also values his privacy & physical activities and how he feels after doing them & getting in the last word & dawn or dusk walks & burning incense & avant garde jazz & 'experimental’ fashion (look at this man’s outfits in this show and tell me i’m wrong) & cigarettes and bourbon & flirting & the ocean .

HOBBIES. chess & puzzle boxes/rings & origami & wood whittling & walks on the outskirts of town & he journals but it’s less for fun and more to keep track of everything he has going on & learning things .

WEAKNESSES. he has a hard time garnering any sort of sympathy for anyone/anything outside of his inner circles/soft spots & willa earp is one of his weaknesses because of how important she is to him and i will die on this hill & his short temper & his amorality means that his loyalties can and often do shift which leaves him with few he can steadily count on .

STRENGTHS. has a way about him that makes networking and forming connections extremely easy for him & can be very persuasive when need be & once he sets his mind on a plan/task it takes a lot to get him to give up on it & has the ability to play the long game; isn’t impatient for results right away .

HABITS. he’s very expressive with his hands; like, very expressive & will stroke his beard when he’s deep in thought (or pretending to be) & that thing he does where he kind of clacks his teeth together like he’s biting the air?? look he does it multiple times and i still don’t know how to describe it & has a habit of staring at people & leans back or lounges in chairs whenever possible & when nervous/thoughtful he’ll chew at the edges of his fingernails and/or spin the rings on his fingers .

EDUCATION. before he became a revenant, he was fairly well educated; about as well educated as anyone could be back then. he finished school and while he didn’t go to college, he did a lot of book reading before everything with wyatt began to get out of control. the fascination with/desire to learn about the world followed him even when he became a revenant - though often, his research now is done with an intention to learn information that might serve him well in the future.

[ iii. APPEARANCE ]

FACECLAIM. the beautiful michael eklund .

HEIGHT. 6 ‘ 0 ” .

EYES. a keen, watchful cobalt blue at most times - though when in use of his powers, or simply when he chooses to let them appear, his eyes will glow a fiery golden orange ringed with black . dark circles beneath them , long eyelashes, and generally a look that seems like it can pierce your soul .

EYEBROWS. fairly average , again , there isn’t much to say about eyebrows . though small parts of his are white to match the partially white patch in his beard .

HAIR. generally kept short in various mohawk styles ; can be slightly wavy at times depending on the humidity in the air . he keeps it short in such a manner that makes it easy to keep it styled , either smoothed back or shaped into a simple mohawk . there have been phases in his life where his hair grew out messy and long - dark brown streaked with white . if i recall, for a while after his return from Hell it was entirely white - whether from his own doing or from some effect of Hell I’m not sure yet.

SCARS. a few long scars run down his back parallel to the curvature of his spine; they glow when in the presence of peacemaker or when he’s allowing his more demonic features to show . he has a variety of other scars; one faint one that slashes through one eye that is barely noticeable now; several across his abdomen and chest , some from bullets and some from sharper edges than those . he also sports scars from a knife that went through his hand and in certain verses , he has scars from the really nasty impaling he dealt with when fighting with jeremy and doc .

DRESSING STYLE. experimental . he tends to lean toward materials like leather or furs or metals (in the case of his jewelry anyway) . it’s not all he wears but it’s definitely the case with his favourite clothing items (the fur coat, leather pants, etc.) . tends to lean toward neutral or earthy tones and isn’t much for flashy , bright colours . wears lots of accessories as well , primarily rings and bracelets but also pendants on occasion .

LIPS. i really don’t know how to describe lips, i’m sorry , lol .

SKIN. lightly tanned from time spent out in the sun ; he has an average but leanly muscled build , not overly hairy but not quite smooth either . pays careful attention to his facial hair and makes sure to take decent care of it . most of his body is covered in scars , some more noticeable than others , some verse dependent , but every version of him has quite a few regardless .

CHEEKS. average cheekbones , doesn’t blush easily or often .

[ iv. ABILITIES ]

LANGUAGES SPOKEN. english [ fluent ] , latin [ a bit here and there ] , swedish [ a few phrases ] .

THREAT LEVEL. moderate to high .

WEAPONS. he can and does use anything around him as a weapon when needed . he isn’t afraid to get down and dirty - or play unfair . that said , he is fond of simply using his own two hands to inflict the damage he needs to inflict . that or his magic powers .

MAGIC. he has control over anything metal ; that means he can send anything metal coming at him - bullets , knifes, etc. - back at the other person or wherever he so wishes , amongst other things. generally speaking, if you’re on bobo’s bad side , you do not want to enter his presence with anything metallic on your person .

[ v. DETAILS ]

➣➣ little is known about bobo’s younger years as robert svane - his family, etc. - and he sure as fuck isn’t going to tell anyone unless you’re very close . what is known is that he was a fairly quiet student and person in general, and got through school with little to no problems. chances were he had a fairly average childhood .

➣➣ later on down the line, robert svane - as bobo was previously known - met wyatt earp and the two of them became fairly close friends. while he didn’t spend as much time actively in the field as wyatt or doc holliday did, he and wyatt stayed in close touch and spent time together in town often. when wyatt left the area on one mission or another, the two would correspond via letters from wherever robert happened to be at the time.

➣➣ then things began to go downhill. the nonstop snowballing of bad luck culminated in a battle between wyatt earp and the demon sheriff clootie - who took robert to use as a human shield. dedicated to the same cause and beliefs that wyatt held, robert told him to take the shot regardless, even though it would mean the bullet would go through him first. wyatt did. robert ended up in the local church nearby alone after that - perhaps on a search for help for his injuries - and bleeding out.

➣➣ before dying, the demon clootie had cast a curse on the earp family - and on those killed by the earps, which meant that when he died, robert would be damned to hell along with the rest of the victims of peacemaker. one of the demon’s brides, constance, who told him such news, said that doc holliday - who was currently trapped in a well - had the third seal of bulshar’s entombment and that if robert went to the well, he could trick doc into giving him the ring. in the end, doc refused to give up the ring that gave him his own immortality and instead of rescuing him, robert, bitter of wyatt’s loyalty to doc first and foremost, left him in the well. as such, he eventually died (in wynonna’s arms.... yeah there’s a whole other flashback thing i’m not going into here), and was sent to hell.

➣➣ as foretold, he came back as a revenant. the years in hell had worn him down and down until very little of his former virtues remained above surface, all dormant and buried. somewhere along the line, ward earp became the heir. when waverly earp was born - to another father, but with the same mother - bobo came across them and, thinking waverly was the angel who had been with him when he died, kept his word to protect her, following her mother’s wishes and taking her to ward. he ordered ward to take care of waverly, and that if he ever harmed her, he would answer to bobo.

➣➣ bobo kept watch on the earp family for some time afterward, eventually becoming waverly’s ‘imaginary friend’. around this time he decided to strike a deal with ward: bobo would make sure that the earp family remained safe but only if ward crossed the Ghost River Triangle border with him, effectively freeing bobo from the confinements of purgatory. ward agreed, but was accidentally shot during a raid on the homestead by the other revenants. the next heir was set to be willa, who was dragged away by revenants - revenants that bobo stopped in order to protect willa, who he hid away in a treehouse where the others wouldn’t find her. he watched over her as she grew, along with - unfortunately - constance clootie, whom he still needed to work with.

➣➣ unfortunately, clootie eventually erased all of willa’s memories and hid her away from bobo, in essence forcing him to work for her in order to ever see willa again, and, consequently, to be able to escape the Ghost River Triangle. it’s around this timeframe that the events of 1x01 begin to happen.

[ MORE TO COME THROUGHOUT CHARACTERIZATION DEVELOPMENT ]

#temporary biography tag #wearp spoilers #that timeline is ALL over the fucking place and i 'm sorry lmfao i didn't wanna take the time to go through and hunt for #all the specific information #but i'm gona be rewatching from the beginning soon so like. i'll fill in proper details as i come across them

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lizzybeth1986 · 7 years

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With A Little Help From My Friends - Part 2

Part 1

Pairing: No pairing as such: more a Liam x Hana friendship fic. Implied pairings: Liam x Esther (my MC) and unrequited Hana x Esther.

Book: The Royal Romance Book 1

Rating: G

Summary: On the night of his coronation, Prince Liam gets timely advice from an unexpected source.

Note: Since Hana being Chinese is canon, and Maxwell mentions that the engagement tour will make a stop at the “bamboo groves of China”, I wrote Hana as being from Shanyin County, Henan Province, which is famous for its bamboo groves. Since they didn’t tell us what gift she gave Liam, I made her give him a dizi flute, which is made of bamboo.

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You’re a coward, Liam of Cordonia. A goddamned coward.

It’s not the sort of thing a future king should be saying of himself on the night of his coronation, but the truth it is.

Even now, three hours after the gift-giving, he finds himself looking over his shoulder towards the door of the music room, scanning it for the ruffle of a certain hunter-green ballgown and heaving a sigh of relief when he’s proven wrong. You deserve all this and more, Liam. Much more. The steely glint in her eyes as the Countess said the words still raises the hair at the back of his neck. He shivers.

“Cold?” Hana asks him, looking concerned. They’ve been lounging at the balcony of the music room for the last twenty minutes, sipping champagne and punctuating the awkward silence with small talk. It’s a beautifully breezy night, and the wind wafting in occasionally smells like the flowers in the hedge maze.

The maze. It reminds him of the other person he’s been trying to avoid.

Esther.

A flush on her cheeks that matched the colour of her gown. Fresh flowers in her hair. That necklace. That necklace. The diamonds winked at him in the ballroom lights, hugging her throat, daring him to sink his teeth in and leave his mark there. Esther DuPont, you’re incredible in every sense of the word.

It should have been so simple, proposing to her. He’s been rehearsing this for weeks now: in front of the mirror, in the shower, over Skype in front of a simpering Leo.

But the moment he saw her…the words refused to come out. She’ll say no. He was almost grateful when Olivia asked him to dance with her. She’ll find someone better. And he ran. And he hid. In the music room. Maybe she already has. Like the coward he was. I can’t do this. I can’t do this. She’ll say no. Save me.

Hana has no idea what a Godsend she is right now.

“Are you alright?”

“I’m fine. Fine,” he sighs, then attempts to change the subject, “I forgot to tell you. Thank you for that flute. I’ve never had one quite like that one before.”

“But you did already!” she points out, “you called it ‘an excellent choice’ when I gave it to you tonight.”

“That’s before I found out it was a dizi flute you bought specially from Shanyin County. Don’t look so surprised. I did a Google Search an hour ago.”

Hana lets out a self conscious giggle. “Shanyin is home. And it has more bamboo groves than you can count. A bamboo flute wouldn’t be that hard to find, Liam.”

“Still. It’s something from your home, isn’t it? A part of your heritage. I learned something new today because you gave it to me. That makes it extremely special, Lady Hana.”

Hana ducks her head and smiles, visibly pleased. It surprises Liam: Hana possesses enough charm to attract as many people as she wanted, if she so wished, and yet…and yet the smallest, most insignificant compliments seem so monumental to her. As if she isn’t very used to being liked. “You don’t want to know what my parents originally planned to get you. But if I’d known your tastes better I would have bought you a ukulele.”

He tries to imagine playing the small instrument, and realises he’ll look even more ridiculous than he does playing the guitar. “Save it for the wedding.”

She laughs, then stops. Liam almost bites his tongue. You fool. What if she isn’t allowed to come even then? He’s heard enough stories about her parents and her life back in China to consider it a possibility. The last thing she needs on her last night in Cordonia are reminders that she will not return.

“Who were you hiding from when you came here?”

Liam frowns. “What do you mean?”

“It’s not very often that a Crown Prince tries to escape from his own ball.”

“Oh. That,” Hana is usually rather trustworthy, that much he knows from the way Esther speaks of her. He figures it won’t hurt to tell as long as he keeps it vague, “I was trying to avoid someone.”

“Was it Countess Madeleine?”

His eyes widen in horror. “Please don’t tell me I was that obvious!”

She shakes her head. “You weren’t. She was.”

Liam doesn’t know how to answer this. He doesn’t want to remember last night, or that nagging feeling of something going terribly wrong tugging at him ever since Madeleine visited his rooms. She’s being desperate, that’s all. He can count the number of times she has spoken to him on the fingers of a single hand - preferring the company of his parents or the press instead, to his relief - and now…now she acts as if she never wants to stop. There’s no way he will be marrying her, she knows that as well as anyone. That’s what it is. That’s what it must be.

A slow wind rustles the trees nearby, and Liam looks down over the path to the maze, his gaze focussed on a solitary figure walking by, skirts bunched up in her hand.

Liam lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

He hasn’t forgotten the last time he’d visited this maze. The maze tag. The long, exhilarating, furious race to the centre. The way she’d slipped from his arms when he’d almost caught her, yelling “too slow!” so she wouldn’t realise how good it felt holding her. Her tiny, nervous, tentative kisses. The kisses he’d rejected. Because he was scared that the more he wanted them to be together, the more their chances of being forced apart. So, so scared.

They’ve shared many, many stolen kisses since, but that fear hasn’t left him.

Esther’s hands have left her skirt now, clasped as they are behind her back. She walks tall, regal, confident. Even without that crown, she is every bit a queen.

“Yes,” Hana whispers into the night. Only then does Liam realise he has said the words out loud.

Hana’s eyes rest on the same tiny solitary figure, transfixed, almost drinking in her presence. As if trying to emblazon that image in her memory. As if her entire universe ends at one point, and that point is this person. As if she can’t take her eyes off her.

“Oh God,” he means it to be a whisper, but it comes out like a hiss.

Hana turns her gaze back to Liam, and suddenly it’s like looking at a mirror.

“Liam, I…” her eyes are wide and frightened, a gazelle caught between two lions, “I…”

“I don’t know what to say either.” Is this how it’s been for her, this entire social season? Watching him whisk Esther away, smiling that soft, sad smile of hers everytime she said alright, I’ll give you two some time alone. “Does she…does she know?”

“Yes.”

Running behind an overexcited Maxwell just so they could sneak away. Teaching Esther everything she ever needed to know just so she could win this damned competition.

“Does she love you back?” Even asking the question hurts.

Hana turns away from him, shaking her head. He thinks she is blinking away tears.

He knows there is a chance Esther might love someone else, but he doesn’t know yet how he will handle it. He doesn’t know how he’ll face the next morning, even if he knows he’ll hide it well enough for no one to notice. And here is this woman, looking at the woman she loves, standing next to the man who destroyed her dreams, trying to pretend everything is okay.

“How do you not hate me, Hana?” his voice is a harsh whisper now.

“Why should I hate you?” Her voice comes out in soft sobs now, “You didn’t hurt me.”

“You came all the way from home to this place and you get nothing, Hana. Not the Prince you set out to win - though God knows what people see in me that makes them think I am worthy of that attention - not the woman you love, nor happiness, nor recognition.” He’s speaking fast, too fast, but now he doesn’t care. “I feel like I’m stealing everything from everyone.”

She turns to face him. “We all knew what we were doing when we came here, Liam. We knew the risks. I knew there was a chance you wouldn’t pick me, I just -”

“ - didn’t expect to fall for someone else.” he finishes her sentence, his voice hollow. “Especially another woman. Especially when you’ve been brought up your entire life to believe a man would be your destiny.”

“It scared me, Liam. I’ve never felt like this before. With anyone. No one told me. No one warned me. No one ever let me know that a woman could wreck havoc to my brains and my…my everything this way. And now that it’s happened, I don’t know if I can ever go back to being the old me again.”

“Hana,” he says, trying - and failing - to swallow the lump in his throat, “I’m sorry.”

She doesn’t bother to hide the tears in her eyes when she looks up at him now. She chooses to smile instead. “I’m not.”

“What do you mean?” His fear of rejection spreads from his chest to his whole body: he just can’t imagine how painful it is, knowing he will never stop loving Esther and carrying the weight of her “no” for the rest of his life. He fishes his pockets for a handkerchief and hands it to her. She accepts it gratefully.

“I thought telling Esther would break me,” she dabs her eyes, “But it didn’t. It made me feel lighter…eventually. Like I had this weight in my chest that lasted the entire social season and now it wasn’t there anymore. Because I didn’t run away. I didn’t keep quiet. I didn’t force her to love me but I didn’t make her live a lie either. And now? Now I don’t have to leave this place regretting all the things I didn’t say.”

He can hear owls hooting from far away in the garden, the chirping of crickets, the rustling of leaves. The silence stretches between them, larger and wider than any geographical gap could hope to be.

I don’t have to regret all the things I didn’t say.

Hana is definitely a braver person than he ever will be. And a wiser one. She says no regrets, and he knows from the conviction with which she says it that she isn’t lying.

No matter what happens, even if Esther turns him down tonight, he would have at least done the one thing that frightened him most, and survived. It’s better than waking up the next morning knowing his fears got the better of him.

Hana straightens her skirts, in an attempt to keep her hands busy, and checks her watch. “We don’t have a lot of time left, do we?”

“Only two hours.”

“Then we’d better get going, shouldn’t we?”

She doesn’t wait for him to answer: just turns to the direction of the door.

“Wait. Hana.”

She stops. She doesn’t turn, or face him.

He doesn’t blame her.

“I wanted to say this in case we never meet again.”

“Say what?” her back is half-turned to him, but he can at least see her profile illuminated by the moonlight behind them.

He takes a deep breath. Is this too condescending? Does it sound too much like he’d listened to, and believed, all the gossip surrounding her? Does it sound took much like he’s dangling a consolation prize over her, one she doesn’t want?

“I know about Lord Peter. I know the things people have been saying behind your back. I know people have blamed you for what happened. I know they’ve called you damaged goods. I’ve been wanting to tell you this since the day we met but I didn’t know if it would make everything hurt again. Or maybe I just didn’t have the courage.”

On a rare impulse, he moves forward, even while ensuring that the distance between them is safe enough that she will not consider it an invasion of her space, “It takes courage to face all that and try again. It takes guts to open yourself to love when someone leaves you like that. It definitely takes a different kind of strength to do what you did today. You, Hana Lee, are the bravest woman I have ever met, and I’m proud I know you.”

Her laugh is a gurgle breaking through her tears. “You’re making me cry entirely too much tonight, Your Highness. It’s ruining my makeup.”

They both burst out into peals of laughter, forgetting for the moment that there is a ball downstairs. When they’re done, he offers her his arm. “Come, let me lead you back.”

“With pleasure,” her voice is a grainy whisper, “You’ll be doing an engagement tour after this, won’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Will you be visiting China? Will we see you?”

He smiles. “I’m quite sure the Bamboo Groves are already part of the itinerary. Of course we'll see you!"

Her eyes crinkle in laughter, “Will you bring Esther along?”

That old frisson of fear prickles him again, but he brushes it aside now. “If she will have me.”

She opens her mouth, almost as if to say she’s sure Esther will, but closes it just as quickly.

“Shall we?” he asks her.

“Yes,” they chat as they walk to the ballroom. He spots Esther with his brother, staring at him open-mouthed as he recounts what must be another of his childhood exploits. In spite of his nervousness, Liam finds himself grinning. By the look on her face, you can tell it’s the volcano story.

Hana lets go of his arm, but pats it gently before she leaves. The kindness of that gesture…he’s not sure she will understand how much she has helped him tonight. If he and Esther ever get together, it’s because of this woman. Who so clearly deserves better than what she’s been given so far.

“I wish you luck, wŏ de péngyou*.”

“Is that Mandarin?”

“Yes,” she says, “I’ll tell you what it means. Someday.”

"Excellent. Another Google Search for me.”

Hana Lee grins, and takes her leave, leaving Liam alone to face the most frightening five minutes of his life.

There is no more time left to waste, now. He will make those five minutes count. He has to. He will make his way to the woman he loves, the one now standing in front of the one man (besides his father) that he considers family, making him feel like a king. Making everyone she meets feel like a king.

He’s never been this frightened of anything, or anyone, before. But damn his fears.

Tonight he is ready.

Hana has taught him well.

* wŏ de péngyou - Mandarin for “my friend”.

#the royal romance #liam hana friendship #fanfic #part 2 of 3 #coronation fic #trr liam #trr hana #king liam #king liam the sexy

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Chapter Five

It wasn’t an optical illusion, that silver hair of hers. Now that he had her ID codes, Kirk indulged himself a little, looking up her public profile. The last picture of her on file was years out of date, but it was the same strong-boned face, more interesting than pretty. Pretty was easy, though. Anyone could be pretty in a matter of days now. The younger Ms. Hardesty had mouse-brown hair that already looked silvery, though the eyes remained the same. It seemed likely that the ordeal she’d been through in the last year had greyed her hair, or at least finished the job. Kirk found himself comparing her appearance and finding that he preferred the silver hair on her. She looked young otherwise, somewhere in her mid-twenties, so it was a pleasant contrast, and it matched her eyes. Not that his approval meant anything; she was clearly in no frame of mind to have any interest, although she seemed to focus on him and she very obviously felt secure in his presence. With others she was wary and suspicious, but far from the screaming creature that had collapsed into his arms when he’d wrenched open the cell door.

He caught a glimpse of that creature again when he had mentioned that Tarenn was aboard the ship. Her eyes had widened and she’d backed towards the nearest wall, her gaze darting to the ends of the hallway as if looking for escape routes, and Kirk again felt the tickle of a memory he couldn’t quite catch. “He’s in the brig,” he’d quickly said, her distress bothering him. “Locked away so that Federation Justice can deal with him.”

She’d paused, her arms half-raised into a defensive posture, and let that sink in. Once it had, she slowly lowered her arms, her back straightening. “Good,” she said simply. Suddenly, her teeth sank viciously into her lip, and Kirk found himself wanting to soothe her. “You’re sure he can’t get out?” she asked, her voice small and almost childlike.

“He’s guarded night and day,” Kirk replied, keeping his voice low. They were already drawing looks from the crew members passing by; the hall was crowded, especially now, at the end of shift and near the lounge. He’d intended to take her somewhere she could be surrounded by people without having to interact with them, to try to help her re-acclimate to life outside of that miserable cell.

“Good,” she said again, and then stepped forward, laying a hand on the arm he hadn’t realized he’d extended. It was a quaint gesture, old-fashioned, but it seemed right for the moment-- Kirk settled her hand into the crook of his arm the way they did in films about ancient times. It seemed natural to her too. She fell in step with him, shaking her head and visibly clearing the thought of Tarenn from her mind. “I’ve never met someone who read my books before. Well, not someone who knew I wrote them.” She glanced up at him, her long eyelashes a tangled veil between him and the meaning of her gaze.

“Why not?” Kirk asked. He’d never learned much about A. Hardesty the author because he didn’t care. Now that he did, he’d found there was surprisingly little out there to learn. She was a very private person. There was barely any information about her anywhere, even in her profile-- no date or place of birth, no education records, no interviews, no acceptance of awards, no book readings, nothing. There were barely any mentions that she was even human, or female.

“I just wanted to be left alone to write,” she said, then flashed him a quick smile. It was the first time he’d ever seen it, and it made him feel unaccountably warm. “I’m really not very interesting.”

“I’m interesting,” he said, grinning down at her, hoping to distract her into feeling more comfortable. Maybe hoping to elicit that smile again. “I drove a Corvette Stingray off a cliff when I was eleven.”

Anne’s reaction was better than he’d expected. Her eyes widened, brightened, and she sank in closer against his arm. “You have to tell me about it,” she said urgently. “You absolutely have to.”

“I thought you only wrote Westerns. Classic cars don’t fit in with those.” This was getting suspiciously close to bantering.

“It doesn’t matter. It’s the person that matters.” Suddenly, she looked away. “Not that I would go and put you in a book. I don’t do that. But… understanding why people do what they do…”

“I can see that in your work. Bones was right, I’m not a big fiction reader. Your characters are all so believable, though. Someone left one of your books with me once, and I was bored, and then I got hooked.” That someone had been a one night stand. He didn’t think he’d mention that part. “You could write me in as a character. I wouldn’t mind.”

She smiled again, and this time it was more than just a fast grin. It was a little dazzling, when paired with those amazing eyes on him, searching him. “No, I couldn’t. I could never understand you well enough to get you exactly right, and it would be a disservice to both of us. A character who would drive a car off a cliff would have been fearless as a child.” She paused, sobering. “Or fearful. But I wouldn’t try to apply that character to you.”

This had gotten very personal very abruptly. Kirk had the feeling that this was the level Anne normally operated on, this intense intimacy. It even felt strangely comfortable, as if he could tell her whichever it was and it wouldn’t matter. “That’s good to know,” he said, a smile touching his lips. “Fearful isn’t exactly how I’d choose to be thought of.”

“I’m not sure I could think of you that way. You rescued me.” Her arm tightened on his briefly, and then she pulled her gaze from his, looking around as they walked into the lounge. If she pressed a little closer against him, he had sense enough to know that it was because she was anxious.

They didn’t exactly cause a stir as they walked in; the Enterprise was a community, and being aboard ship for years with the same crew meant that it was fairly well known that he had a taste for female company. Still, there were some looks, probably because Anne wasn’t wearing a uniform. Today she’d chosen a dark grey dress that covered her from the neck down but clung just enough that it looked sharp instead of dowdy and wholesome. He’d never seen her wearing color, only black and white and shades of grey. With her silver hair always pinned up and her pale skin, she looked like she might have stepped out of an ancient photograph but for the pink of her lips.

Kirk led them to a table in the high-ceilinged room, one where they would have a good view of everyone else and a quick escape route toward the doors. Not that it was necessary… but he’d seen the way she positioned herself, always with her back to a wall, always with a view of anyone approaching. Survivor’s traits, learned the hard way. He wasn’t about to try to pry them away from her.

The corner table was also near the windows, with a pleasant view of a nearby nebula. Kirk drew out a chair for her, the one directly in the corner, and then sat down next to her. He too liked to have a good view of his surroundings. Over in the far corner of the room, Uhura was listening to Chekov talk animatedly about something, but not listening so hard that she failed to notice Kirk. She gave him a skeptical look, raising her eyebrows, and Kirk just gave her back a half-grin.

A server started toward them, but Kirk waved her off for the moment. Anne was watching him again, her silvery gaze seeming to strip him of pretenses. How could her eyes be that intense? Maybe she wasn’t fully human. “Why are you spending time with me?” she asked suddenly. “I know you have other responsibilities.”

It was true. He was taking time out of his schedule for her. It wasn’t as if he always worked around the clock, but the ship never slept, and so sometimes neither did he, depending on the amount of action they had seen or were expecting to see. Still, he’d made time to stop by and see her every day for a little while. There was a week left until they reached Yorktown; towing that old clunker made the going very, very slow.

It would have been dishonest, though, to conceal that he was trying to make her more comfortable, to help her so that he, or Spock, could pick her brain for information. “Part of it is because having you comfortable with me could make my job a lot easier. As soon as we reach Yorktown and drop off our cargo, someone will be sent back out to scout for the other ship the Sorte was communicating with. If you can tell me what you know, it'll be easier for them to find that ship.” Kirk felt himself grin a little. “The other part is that you’re interesting.” He let that hang in the air, not following it up with any explanation.

“Oh,” Anne said, looking a flustered. “Oh, no, I’m not. I put everything interesting into my writing.”

“That doesn’t mean you lose it. In fact, I think that makes you even more interesting.” Kirk felt his grin widen.

She couldn’t find an answer to that; she fidgeted and glanced at him and then away again, searching for words. After a moment or two, Kirk decided to take pity on her, and waved the server over. The woman appeared immediately, smiling at the two of them. Anne looked a little lost. “Do you know what you want?” Kirk asked. “If not, I can order for you.”

“I… I usually cook for myself,” Anne said slowly, as if brushing the dust from an old and valued trinket. She looked up at the server. “Sashimi, please. No cuttlefish, but anything else is fine.”

The decisive tone in her voice seemed like a flare-up of her old self, before her abduction. Kirk settled back in his chair, watching Anne thoughtfully. Who had she been before captivity? “I’ll have the same. And I know you have some real sake there. We’ll have it heated, please.”

The server nodded and moved away through the crowd. The decisiveness evaporated, and Anne was again the half-wild creature, her eyes making quick darts between him and the rest of the room, watching for threats. “You cook your own food?” Kirk asked, curious. “Is that a hobby?”

“I suppose,” Anne replied. “It’s also the inevitable result of growing your own garden.” She gave him a sheepish look. “Really, it’s not that interesting. I garden. I read a lot of books. I travel, as much as I can. I cook. I mostly keep to myself.”

“But when you talk to people, you have them spilling their life story within seconds, don’t you?” Kirk met her gaze and held it, wondering if this gamble would pan out. “And I’ll bet you have friends in every place you’ve ever visited. You’re that kind of person.”

He could tell he’d hit the mark by her flinch, and regretted that he might have hit it too well. “Am I?” Those eyes were almost pleading. “Am I still that person?”

Kirk couldn’t answer immediately. A trite answer would have been insulting. “I don’t know. You’ll have to find out yourself.” He smiled briefly, despite the subject. “I think you are.”

It shouldn’t have had the effect on her that it did. Her eyes calmed, her body relaxing back into the chair. “If you think so, you are probably right.” Her lips curved in a smile that was not entirely humorless. “Starfleet captains aren’t allowed to be wrong, are they?”

“No, they’re not.” Kirk said, liking her inclination to banter. “It’s part of the job description.”

“That’s very reassuring.” Anne said, clearly only half-joking.

The server returned with the sashimi and sake, as well as a few little mochi balls with cherry leaves embedded in the top of them. “Our compliments, Captain,” the server said, flashing him a brilliant smile. Kirk wondered if he had done something to merit this; normally, the dining staff treated him the same as any of the other crew. Maybe they thought this was something less serious than it was. Shrugging it off, he picked up his chopsticks and pretended not to watch Anne eat.

It was almost as if at first her hand didn’t quite work properly; he saw the frown that creased her forehead and the concentration that she had to apply to make sure she had her grip on the thin salmon strip. Almost immediately thereafter, however, her skill came back, and she handled her food with the same delicate grace that she brought to everything else she did. Her eyes closed at the taste, as if shutting out all other sensations to concentrate on the freshness of the fish, the umami of the soy sauce and the sharp burn of wasabi. The food synthesizers did best with simple dishes; the fish was delicious.

After a few moments, Kirk asked, “Could you make this?” Making food was something he was used to thinking of as the province of professional chefs, the kind that made sustenance into art.

“This?” Anne looked critically at the sashimi. “It’s possible. But it would take a long time for me to source the right ingredients, and my knife work isn’t up to this sort of precision.”

“Knife work?” To Kirk, this sounded vaguely subversive, although he knew that she meant something other than violence.

“Using the knife. It’s more complicated than it seems. Have you ever tried to cut fish so that the pieces are all the same size and shape and thickness?” Anne watched with amusement as he shook his head. ”I've tried, before. It never turned out very well. It takes a lot of practice.”

“What do you like to cook?” Kirk asked. This whole idea was relatively novel to him. He’d camped and fished before getting into Starfleet, of course, and he’d been top in his class when it came to survival, but habitually cooking food from scratch was something of an oddity now that synthesizing food from soy and algae was so much easier.

“Lots of different things. Mostly I just try to make the best use of what’s in season. You know, fresh vegetables and fruits. I like fresh eggs and meat and milk, when I can get them, but they can be harder to find.” She smiled wryly down at her plate, pushing around a piece of perfectly cut snapper. “It’s not that I mind synthesized food. I just… I have to be making things. Anything.”

Kirk leaned forward in his chair, intrigued. “My mother used to bake cakes for me on my birthday, but that’s as close to real cooking as I ever got.” A sudden thought came to him, and he found himself voicing it before he could consider it. “Would it help to be able to make something on board the Enterprise? We don’t have the facilities for cooking, but I’m sure I could find something.”

Anne’s expression brightened immediately, her eyes looking so wide and hopeful that it was almost painful to see. “Could you, please? I need something to do, something to make. I’ve tried to write, but…”

Kirk caught the deeper meaning of the flash of fear in her eyes. “It’ll come back. You’ve been away from it a long time.” He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt so instantly protective of someone. Perhaps it was because of the things she’d alluded to, the horror she’d been through. It wasn’t right that someone this open had been subjected to that nebulous torture she’d intimated.

Carefully, Anne sipped her sake, and Kirk watched her eyes narrow a little at the faint burn of alcohol. “I’m trying. And I’m trying to talk, alone, just in recordings.” Setting down her cup, mouth soft and faintly wet with sake, she shook her head as if to clear it. “How do I make them available to you? Right now they’re set as personal, and encrypted.”

Leaning back in his chair, Kirk considered the offer. It seemed like a misstep to listen to her personal logs, even if he needed whatever evidence might be in them to bolster the charges against Tarenn and his crew and to catch whoever it was that they’d been meeting. It would be a window into her privacy, and he would be an intruder, watching her. The last thing he wanted to do was invade her private space. He knew from the psychology classes at the Academy that she’d be more sensitive to that sort of thing.

“I’m not sure it would be wise for me to have access,” he said finally. “I appreciate that you’re willing to share them, but you should have something of your own, something no one can touch.” An idea sparked in his mind. “Could you talk if it was just to me? If we were in your quarters, say, just a conversation between friends.”

Those luminous grey eyes turned to him, and he felt the weight of her gaze again, as if it was a feathery pressure on his skin. It was damn near palpable. “Are we friends?” she asked, the simplicity of her tone underlining the complexity of the question.

Again, Kirk couldn’t give her a trite answer. Those eyes deserved truth. “No. Not yet.” Suddenly he grinned. “But if you give me any more chances, I think we will be.”

Kirk’s unbidden warmth towards Anne flared higher when he saw her smile, a real smile that crinkled the corners of her eyes and showed what would have been a dimple if she hadn’t been so terribly thin. “You definitely have a chance,” she said, the weight of her gaze still feeling like feathers on his skin. “More than a chance.”

#Jim Kirk/OC #James T. Kirk/OC #ST:WW #fanfic #Star Trek #Star Trek Fanfiction #dark romance #Star Trek: Walking Wounded

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