#like: oh you want wide stares? staring directly at the viewer? blood on the face? standing dramatically with no bg? i got you

[latte-fairytaekwoon]

𝑺𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝑴𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝑮𝒐 𝑶𝒏 (𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝑴𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒊) 𝑹𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅

𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝑴𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒊 (𝑨𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒛)/ 𝑪𝒂𝒎𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍! 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 (𝑭𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒆)

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: 𝑭𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇, 𝑺𝒎𝒖𝒕, 𝑳𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝑨𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒕

𝑺𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔: 𝑳𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒅𝒐𝒍 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒇𝒖𝒍, 𝒔𝒐 𝑴𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒐 𝒒𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒎𝒔 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒖𝒍𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒇𝒆𝒘 𝒈𝒖𝒊𝒍𝒕𝒚 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒔. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒂𝒘𝒌𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒏𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒃𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒅𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒚 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕.

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𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: 𝑷*𝒓𝒏 𝒗𝒊𝒆𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒃𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒑*𝒓𝒏 𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒇𝒆𝒎𝒅𝒐𝒎 × 𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒃!, 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒋𝒐𝒃, 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒆𝒅𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒖𝒏𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒙 (𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏)

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Soft pants once again slipped out of his lips, the bottom of them glossy after he had run his tongue over them. He tried so hard to keep quiet, even though he was the only one in the room. One of his hands was buried inside the blankets covering his exposed bottom half, stroking his length at a slow pace, his thumb occasionally playing with the slit on the bulbous head.

Through hooded eyes, he watched as the figure on the screen pushed her panties to the side and ran the tip of the pink glittery dildo across her soaking lips, effectively smearing some of her arousal onto the plastic toy. Her eyes were once again covered by a Venetian masquerade mask, a signature trademark she always possessed during her livestreams. But Mingi could see, and feel, the lust and yearning in them, he swore it was as if she was looking directly at him...

Probably the same thought and illusion the hundreds of thousands of other viewers had as well.

"Do you want me to put it inside me? Want me to fuck myself on this huge cock?"

Immediately a bunch of comments started pouring in, begging her to do it with a splatter of cuss words in between their request. The female let out a teasing chuckle as she read them.

"Desperate now aren't we? But you've all been so generous and I've teased you all too long.."

Lifting her hips up slightly, she lined the dildo up her entrance and slowly sank down on it, a sharp gasp coming from her mouth as the toy stretched her out in the most delicious and painful way. This was by far the biggest toy she had put inside herself and it turned Mingi on so much to see this tiny and cute girl fit a dildo that was almost as big as his own cock into her frail body. He watched in fascination as her legs trembled slightly as she tried to adjust to the size once it was all the way in. His hand squeezed hard at his throbbing length, waiting for her to move so his hand could match her rhythm.

Regaining her composure, she looked back at the camera and smirked before she started rolling her hips. As soon as he saw her movements, his hand began pumping himself once again, holding back the urge to speed up or cum before she did. He always did enjoy cumming at the same time she did. His eyes were latched onto the screen, gaze fixed on her and the way she slid in and out of the toy. He imagined it was his own cock, lord knows how many times he wished it was him she was touching, he wanted to taste her essence as it dripped out of her, wanted her to ride him as she called him 'baby boy' and just be good and pliant for her. He especially wanted to know what her face looked like, she was shrouded with pure mystery that only added to her sexiness and heightened his desire to be with her. For just one night.

But he had to be content with watching her livestreams. It was enough to get him through his stressful days. Especially now when they were preparing hard for a comeback. Mingi was grateful when she decided to pick up the pace and start bouncing on the dildo, his hand now furiously jerking himself off, getting dangerously close to cumming. The moans her pretty lips were pouring out wasn't helping either.

"Oh fuck! I'm gonna cum. You gonna cum with me?" She teased, her hand reaching down and rubbing at her clit.

Mingi resisted the urge to answer back, instead opting for muffling the groan that was about to burst out of him.

"Cum with me my pretty baby. Cum for me like the good boy you are." She cooed softly.

That was all it took for Mingi to spill all over his blanket, effectively soiling it. He gasped a little too loudly than what he intended to, but he couldn't help it. Not after edging himself for so long and biting down on his lip so much he'd swear he probably drew blood. He layed his arm to rest on the pillow next to him, feeling sore after that intense session. Looking back at the screen, he watched as the girl pulled the long toy out of her, trails of her slick juices pouring out and Mingi oh so wished to know what they tasted like.

Giving a tired smile to the camera, she waved at her audience. Mingi pouted slightly.

"I want to give you the best aftercare if only I knew who you were." Without realizing it, his fingers grazed the screen slightly.

"Thank you for joining me on my livestream. I hope you all have a good night."

She looked at the right hand side of the screen, looking at some of the comments before snorting.

"Oh. You guys wanna see it? Ok."

Turning around, she let them admire the tramp stamp adorning her lower back: a cherry slightly shaped like a heart with a green arrow stem piercing through the middle. All her viewers went crazy for it and Mingi was no exception.

Turning her head back to the camera, she winked.

"See you next time."

The screen went completely black, bright red letters on it as it read:

Cherry Venus' Livestream Has Ended

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Mingi!"

Hongjoong's voice called out for him. Mingi rolled his eyes, already dreading whatever the tiny leader was going to ask him to do. Shuffling his way down the hall, he yelled.

"What?!"

Hongjoong quickly appeared, an unamused look on his face.

"Don't give me attitude! I need you to do me a favor."

Without wasting a second, Mingi began walking to the kitchen, hand already opening the cabinet.

"Ok, what do you need me to get down for you?"

Hongjoong let out a mutter of incoherent noises.

"That's not what I needed you for!" He crossed his arms and frowned.

Mingi immediately retracted his hand.

"Oh....what'd you need?"

Hongjoong inhaled as he glared at the top of Mingi's head.

"I need you to go over with Y/N. Seonghwa wants a bake a cake but someone destroyed our pan, so go ask her if she has one we can borrow."

"What the heck? It was new. How did our baking pan get destroyed?"

Right at that moment as Mingi was asking that question, Yeosang walked in then rapidly spun on his heel and walked right back out, making the two other guys look at him curiously.

"While you go do that, imma go investigate what that bunny is hiding."

Without giving him an option, Hongjoong passed by Mingi and made his way to Yeosang's and Wooyoung's room, ready to start nagging and scolding for any involvement in the pan incident.

Having no other choice, Mingi put his shoes on and went over to their neighbor's door to ask for her help. He ran the doorbell and waited for her to come out.

"Oh. Hi Mingi." He observed the smaller girl as she slowly opened the door.

"Hey Y/N! How are you doing?" Mingi always made it a point to be extra friendly and enthusiastic around her, who was really shy and soft spoken.

He remembers the first time he and the rest of the members met her when she moved in next door. Yunho took the heavy box she was carrying out of her hands and she just stared at him with wide eyes, completely in shock at how tall he was. When they asked if she wanted help, she just nodded and uttered the quietest thanks in the history of soft words. San and Wooyoung were absolutely enamoured with how cute she was and tried hugging her or pinch her cheeks, but Seonghwa and Yeosang prevented them from doing so, thinking it would scare her to have complete strangers touching her, even if they meant no harm. Mingi just watched from the side as he helped bring some of her stuff inside. After a while, she started talking to them more, occasionally joking around and always checking up on them or bringing them food. She was still a bit shy, but not as much as before.

"I'm fine. Did you need something?" She asked.

"Yeah! We were wondering if we could borrow a baking pan from you."

She opened the door wider and gestured for him to follow her. As usual, her place was neat and spotless, not a single speck of dirt or a cushion out of place. She was always meticulous like that, something Seonghwa and her had in common. Mingi could only snort at that. But he'd never make fun of her for it. Seonghwa yes, but not her. She was too nice and never made fun of him or scolded him. In fact, she was always taking care to him when the others couldn't.

He followed her to the kitchen, hand already reaching for one of the cabinets.

"Will you need my assistance in getting anything down for you?" He offered.

Y/N rolled her eyes.

"I actually keep them down here, but thank you Mingi."

"Oh.... maybe I should stop insinuating that people need me to get things for them." He admitted awkwardly, remembering the incident with Hongjoong just minutes ago.

"You know Mingi. Just because you're taller than the rest of us, doesn't mean we can't get things down by ourselves. Ladders were invented for a reason." Her statement made him poke his bottom lip out.

"Maybe I like feeling useful."

She couldn't help but smile at his little confession as she crouched down, opening one of the lower cabinets, which was surprisingly unorganized. She glanced back at him with an embarrassed look.

"I haven't gotten to organize all of the kitchen supplies." She explained.

"Y/N you've seen how we live, trust me. You have nothing to be embarrassed about." He assured her.

Y/N went back to her task of rummaging around, trying to figure out where she stashed the damned baking pan. As she moved around, her shirt slightly rose up, exposing part of her lower back, which Mingi would have just shrugged off and not paid attention to......

If a certain splash of red tint wasn't sprawled all over it.

Mingi stared in shock as he recognized the familiar cherry heart tattoo that he had fantasized about so many times. He rubbed his eyes, hoping it was just his imagination, but when he looked back down, it was still there. So many thoughts were going through his head that he didn't notice Y/N had found the pan and was now holding it out to him.

"Mingi? Are you all right?" Her question snapped him out of his thoughts.

He stared at her in bewilderment, eyes boring right through her and Y/N shifted uncomfortably at his gaze.

"Um....here's the pan."

Mingi mentally slapped himself and managed to compose himself.

"Thank Y/N! You're so nice as always. I'll be sure to tell Seonghwa to bring you cake as a sign of appreciation."

He spoke just as fast as the footsteps he took to get out of her apartment.

"That-that won't be necessary-"

"Please! I insist. You're just as sweet as a cherry- I mean! A cotton candy! I mean....."

He decided to stop himself before he messed up even more.

"Thank you Y/N and have a good day!"

He sped back over to the dorm, shutting the door behind him, leaving Y/N confused as to his strange behavior and yet not at all surprised.

"He always was the most bizarre one of them..." But then the image of Hongjoong pouring his milk first before cereal immediately shut down that statement.

Mingi closed the door to the dorm behind him, his back settling on the wall as his eyes looked at the ground for a few seconds, completely oblivious to the argument coming from Hongjoong's room. Going inside the kitchen, he placed the pan in front of Seonghwa, who was already on the task of getting out the ingredients for the pastry.

"You look like you saw a ghost." He pointed out.

Seonghwa looked back at Mingi when the latter didn't respond. He just kept his eyes locked on the pan in front of him. Seonghwa waved a hand in front of him.

"Earth to Mingi!" He exclaimed.

Mingi covered his ears.

"There was no need to shout you know."

Seonghwa let out an incredulous "whoah". He decided it was best not to pay attention to whatever was going on in Mingi's mind, just in case it was something that would end up making him angry or just straight out make him lose brain cells. He opened the freezer door and took out the frozen fruits that kept there.

"What I should I decorate the cake with? San wants kiwis and pineapple, but I kinda wanted strawberries and cherries. What do you say?"

He held out the options out for Mingi to decide, however Mingi just shot up at the mention of cherries.

"I know nothing about cherries ok?!" He stormed out of the kitchen, speeding for his room to hide under the shelter of his blankets.

Seonghwa blinked at his sudden outburst before sighing.

"Literally just tell me you don't want them. No need to be such a drama queen."

Hongjoong opened the door to his room, with Yeosang and Wooyoung trailing behind him, their heads hung low as Hongjoong directed them to go to their room and follow through with their punishment.

"Well the mystery of the destroyed pan is solved." Hongjoong announced happily.

Seonghwa however ignored him, making him pout.

"You're not interested in what I have to say again." Hongjoong whined as he shimmied over to where Seonghwa stood. Tilting his head, he asked.

"Are you still mad about taking them into my room?"

Seonghwa glared at Hongjoong, his eyes speaking for him.

"Well I had to. Besides, it'll be good for you to know that the reason why the pan was destroyed is because your angel son, Yeosang, tried to kill Wooyoung with it when they stayed home by themselves."

Seonghwa involuntarily let out a laugh.

"Probably had it coming."

Hongjoong opened his mouth to say something, but ultimately decided against it. He stared at the contents in front of him.

"So did you finally decide what you want on it?"

"No. And Mingi is no help either. He got all freaked out when I pulled out the cherries. It was weird. He's not allergic right?"

Hongjoong picked up the cherries and held them in his hand for a bit before looking back at Seonghwa, a mischievous grin on his face.

"Let's find out."

"Kim Hongjoong! Are you seriously trying to poison the kids?! No wonder Yeosang thinks murder is ok!"

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Mingi could not get the image out of his head. What on earth was going on? What did this all mean? Could Y/N possibly be...?

He shook his head at that, not wanting to picture anything else. Besides, it couldn't possibly be her. Y/N was so soft, shy, sweet and the most innocent person on the planet. There was no way she was the camgirl he often fapped to late at night.

Then again........

Mingi noticed how they did seem to have similar heights, the same hair color and length, they looked to be around the same body proportions as well, but he wasn't too sure about that since Y/N wore either baggy or oversized clothes. He was so lost trying to figure out what was going on that minutes stretched to hours and soon there was a knock on his door.

"Mingi-ah! Seonghwa Hyung says you have to take cake over to Y/N!" San's voice called out.

Speak of the devil.

"Why don't you guys take it?" He protested, not wanting to see her so soon.

"Wooyoung and Yeosang aren't allowed out of their room for another 23 minutes. Yunho is already gorging himself on cake, Seonghwa is busy baking another one, Hongjoong is at the studio and Jongho is..... well.....I actually don't know what he's doing. He just promised he won't get arrested and then left to who knows where. So you have to go."

Mingi groaned as he rolled off the bed, hitting the ground with a slight thud.

"Be careful Mingi. Just cause you're a giant doesn't mean you can't fall off the bed." San reminded him rather innocently.

Opening the door, Mingi snatched the tupperware containing the cake from him.

"And why can't you go?" Mingi raised an eyebrow.

"I have been tasked with keeping count of the time they have to spend in their room." San answered, pointing to WooSang's room.

Knowing there was no way out of it, Mingi just dragged his feet over to Y/N's place once again, dreading having to face her for the second time. He ran the doorbell, but there was no movement or sound from the other side. He rang it again, but still no answer.

"Did she leave?"

Mingi casually typed in her passcode and went inside. He figured he'd leave it on the counter with a note on it for her. He looked around trying to find a pen or notepad, but found nothing.

"Where is her office?"

He tried to recall which door it was. He scanned the different doors by the hallway before ultimately deciding on the second to last door. He peered his head in but could not see anything do to the fact the lights were turned off. He carefully made his way inside and patted around the wall trying to find the light switch.

"A ha! Found you!" He squealed gleefully and flipped the lights on.

Turning around, he dropped the cake he was holding when he saw the room, his mouth hanging wide as his eyes scanned every corner and wall in there.

"And now I found you..."

Mingi thought he was about to pass out. He walked deeper and deeper in the room, staring at awe at the contents in there. Fairy lights were strung in the air, a soft ivory low bed was pushed against the walls, long sparkly chiffon curtains were pushed back to leave it exposed, and next to it was a pink treasure chest that he didn't need to open to know what was inside....

He recognized that room like the back of his hand.

"Holy hell...." He whispered as he realized he was in the very room where his favorite live streams happened.

"Mingi? What are you doing here?"

He was startled by a voice behind him. He swirled around and found Y/N standing by the door, her head tilted to the side, eyeing him curiously.

Mingi gulped as he thought about what he could answer. Should he just lie? Say he doesn't know anything? Apparently not since all he could get out was:

"You're Cherry Venus aren't you?!"

He quickly slapped a hand over his mouth, but it was too late. He had already exposed himself. He was expecting Y/N to deny it, ask what he was talking about or give some reasonable explanation, like it's actually a friend of hers, or a long lost evil twin sister. And although she did widen her eyes slightly, it wasn't out of fear. It was out of amusement and it soon manifested itself in the form of a smirk.

"Oh....... you know who I am? Interesting."

Mingi began walking backwards when she started taking steps towards him. He felt intimidated by her complete change of aura. How did the sweet and pure girl suddenly turn into the same person that more than once has made his breath get caught in his throat? He gasped softly when his feet touched the bed and he nearly fell on it where it not for Y/N who took hold of his shirt and pulled him against her. Mingi blushed intensely at how hard she was staring at him, her touch felt electrifying. His eyes trained down to her lips as she run her tongue across her bottom lip. On impulse, he bit down on his lower lip as he recalled where that tongue had been just a few days prior.

"You know Mingi.....for a while I've been wanting to have a guest appear on my livestream..."

He shuddered slightly when her hand gently caressed his chest.

"If you're interested.......meet me here.....you know exactly when." She winked at him.

"W-wait.....are you suggesting that I...?" Mingi pointed at himself rather incredulous.

Y/N hummed softly, her hands unzipping part of his sweater.

"As I said, if you're interested. I always wanted to....fuck a fan of mine."

Mingi closed his eyes when she placed a hand on his chest, inching closer and closer and his neck, finger tapping on his Adam's apple.

"So let me know.....

Baby boy."

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Mingi could hardly believe that this was happening...he could not believe he actually agreed to this. Sensing his apprehension, Y/N stroke his head, making him relax a little at her touch.

"Mingi.....if you want to back out, it's ok. I understand."

She looked into his eyes again, softening for him as she waited for his reply. Although he was nervous, Mingi also knew he wanted to do this. It was a life long fantasy of his and now that he got the opportunity, he wasn't going to back down. Besides, the black mask covering his face gave him a sense of relief knowing that no one would be able to recognize him. He held onto Y/N's arm, giving it a light squeeze.

"Go ahead."

Y/N gave him a warm smile before kissing him softly. Just as Mingi had imagined, they were soft and plump. He could faintly taste her strawberry lip balm and was tempted to take her bottom lip in between his teeth, but just as soon as she kissed him, she pulled away, leaving him kind of disappointed. Y/N reminded him the safe word in case anything went wrong or if he wanted to stop at any moment. Mingi nodded and signaled that he was ok to start the session. Y/N went over to the computer in front of them and clicked the record button.

"Hello my little lovelies. Tonight I have a little surprise for you all. I'd tell you about it...but I think it's best to show you."

She stepped away from the camera and back over to the bed, where Mingi was already sitting on the bed, wearing nothing but the black mask Y/N had given him as well as his dark blue boxer briefs. He gazed at the camera, trying not to think of all the viewers that were watching him right now and he especially did not want to glance at the comments that were flooding in by the second. Y/N petted his hair gently and he directed his attention to her.

"Isn't he cute guys?"

Mingi blushed at her comment, but most of his visage was hidden under his mask, so he doubted Y/N could see it. But she did, however she didn't want to tease him too much.

"I'm going to start off slow with him guys. I don't want to scare him off.......yet."

Mingi was about to ask what she meant by that, but he had no chance to as Y/N straddled his lap, lips crashing onto his in a heated kiss. When Mingi felt her tongue run against his upper lip, he did not hesitate to grant her entrance. For someone claiming to take it slow, Y/N sure seemed to do the opposite. However Mingi just let her do her thing, allowing her to take control and let her tongue dance inside his mouth and then across his jaw.

As if his hands had a mind of their own, they went to her hips, his large hands pinching gently at her skin. Either Y/N was too busy sucking hickeys onto his neck or she wanted him to do as he pleased, but she didn't stop him even when he began squeezing her ass cheeks, occasionally snapping the straps of her garter belt against her body.

"You feeling more relaxed baby boy? Are you enjoying yourself?" She pulled back not only to ask him that but to also grind against his bulge that was now very noticeable.

"I- fuck yes! Yes." Mingi stuttered out when she pressed more of her weight down on his tent, allowing him to feel how wet she was becoming.

"Oh yeah? Can I have my little fun now?"

The way she gripped his hair to tilt his head back had him releasing a mix between a moan and a whimper. Mingi attempted to nod, but that just made Y/N's grip on his hair tighten.

"Use. Your. Words." She declared.

"P-please. Use me however you want." He cried out as he raised his hips up against hers so she'd do something about the problem he had.

Y/N seemed satisfied with his answer and she wasted no time in pining Mingi down on the bed, his hands above his head. All Mingi could think was when the hell did she get so strong? Her hands began caressing his torso, stopping right at the top of his underwear. She began palming his hard on, getting him even more worked up than what he already was. Turning her head, she peered at some of the comments.

"You guys want this to come off? Want to see how big he really is?"

Mingi took one quick look at the screen, briefly scanning all the comments that desperately wanted to see what he was hiding. Y/N tapped the side of his thigh, signaling him to lift up his hips which he obeyed immediately. As soon as it was freed, his cock hit his stomach, tip red and already leaking a bit. Y/N couldn't hide the surprised look on her face. Sure she always imagined him to be big, but not....that big. It made her even more aroused though, having always been somewhat of a size queen.

She looked back at the audience, giving a little chuckle.

"Are you all as surprised as I am?"

Lots of comments affirmed that they were, praising Mingi's size as well as stating all the filthy things they wanted to do with his cock.

"You want to deep throat it? Trust me, so do I." Y/N signaled out one of them.

Mingi's eyes shot up as soon as she said that. True to her word, she bent her head down. She spit on his cock and proceeded to stroke his length, for once it wasn't his hand that was doing the job. She maintained eye contact with him as she wrapped her lips around the head, her tongue playing with his slit, making Mingi gasped softly. He couldn't peel his eyes off such a dirty scene and his mouth went agape when she sunk her mouth down, taking all of him in her mouth. She gagged slightly when she reached the base, tiny drool escaping from the sides, but she didn't care. She began a steady pace of bobbing her head and sucking as much of him as she could. As her mouth was busy in the task of sucking him off, her hands entertained themselves by fondling his balls, making the experience even more pleasurable for Mingi. He hissed and gasped whenever she slid all the way down on him again or when she sucked particularly hard, catching him off guard and making him feel more dizzy. Y/N felt his cock twitch in her mouth, clear sign he was about to cum any minute, and the way his chest rose up and down, his moans becoming more and more loud just furthered her suspicions. She wanted to let him cum and swallow it all, but instead opted for pulling him out of her mouth, releasing his tip with a loud popping noise.

Mingi whined loudly and sat up, feeling dejected at having his climax taken away from him.

"I told you all he was cute. Even his little frustrated grunts are adorable."

Mingi frowned at her words. He wanted to retaliate but Y/N gave him no opportunity as she climbed onto his lap again.

"I wanna let you cum my little prince.... but first can you do something for me?"

Mingi had no idea what she was planning, but agreed nonetheless. Y/N beamed at his willingness and pushed him to lay fat on the bed again. Her hands hooked on her panties which she teasingly slid down a bit.

"What do you guys think? Should I make a mess on his pretty face and make him eat my pussy out?" She questioned.

Mingi's heart pounded harder when he heard her words. Was she really about to make his fantasy come true? His question was answered when she slipped her now soiled underwear off and crawled further up, bare pussy sticking to his chest.

"Can you do that for me baby boy? Can you eat me out like a good little pup?"

Mingi wetted his lips as his hands raised her up and placed her right on top of his face, her dripping cunt right in front of him, looking absolutely succulent.

"Somebody is definitely eager." Y/N mused as lowered herself down on him.

"Go ahead. Show me what that tongue of yours can do."

Mingi didn't hesitate as he layed his tongue flat against her folds, licking a strip up her slit and placing a small kiss to her tiny nub. He then attached his lips to her heat, his mouth working on sucking and lapping at her clit as fast as he could. He wanted to have her release all over his face. Y/N's hands steadied themselves on the bed, her thighs trembling as Mingi exceeded her expectations and ate her out with such voracity. She could feel her orgasm building up and it felt so amazing to have someone perform oral on her after so long. She couldn't help herself as she tugged at his hair rather harshly as she grinded her hips against his face. Mingi did not object at all, feeling somewhat proud that he could make her produce such sinful noises from her mouth. He just kept at his task of lapping and burying his mouth inside her, his moans sending vibrations on her core, making it feel even better.

"Ah! Fuck!"

Y/N's hands gripped tightly at his soft locks, she began to fuck his face as she chased her climax desperately. Mingi paid no attention to the pain in his scalp, he was so lost in the feeling, in finally being able to taste her essence and knowing it was he who was making her feel this good. Y/N's thighs closed around his face, her pussy smothering the lower part of his face, slightly lifting the mask he was wearing, she cried out incoherent words as her orgasm was ripped from her body. She was still trembling even after it passed, her breathing starting to become normal again. She sighed blissfully as she lifted herself off Mingi. He was a complete mess. He had cum all over his chin, nose and he was breathing heavily. His bangs were sticking to his forehead and he looked completely dazed. Y/N feared she might have gone too far, but the light giggle that escaped his lips let her know he enjoyed that.

"You taste even better than I what I imagined."

His comment made her feel flustered and she momentarily forgot where they were as she pulled him in for a soft and gentle kiss. She could taste herself on his lips, but she didn't care. Mingi was just so sweet and endearing she couldn't stop her heart from fluttering. She felt his dick poke at her ass, reminding her that she owed him an orgasm.

"You've been such a good boy. So patient and pliant. Let me return the favor."

She coated his dick with her slick, running his tip against her folds. Mingi sat up on his forearms, wanting to see when she sunk down on his length. Y/N lined him up at her entrance and slowly inserted him inch by inch. He was bigger and thicker than any toy she had put inside herself, so it took a bit of time to get fully adjusted to his immense size. Mingi groaned at how tight and warm her walls felt. He was in ecstasy and it took every strength he had left not to thrust his hips up and fuck himself inside her.

Y/N ran her hands down her body, stopping when she felt his bulge protruding from her abdomen. She pressed down on it and Mingi shuddered at how deep inside her he was. She ran her hand across it several times, a smirk on her face as she spoke to the audience once again.

"I bet some of you ladies are jealous of me. Having such a thick and huge cock inside my tiny pussy. I bet you all would want him to destroy you."

Y/N turned back to Mingi who was all red from her comments, his cock aching inside her. Y/N lifted her hips up and slammed back down on him, giving him no time to prepare as she began bouncing on his cock. Mingi began spurting out curses and moans, his hands reaching out to hold her hips and keep her from going, but Y/N slapped them away.

"Oh no baby. You wanted to cum? Well I'll make sure you cum."

The evil grin she had plastered on her face let Mingi know he was definitely in for a ride. Y/N purposefully clenched around him, edging him closer to his release. Mingi's hands clutched the bedsheets underneath him, he panted as he tried to tell Y/N that he was about to cum.

"You're gonna cum already? Go ahead my little prince."

Mingi grunted loudly as he released himself inside of her, feeling overwhelmed by how hard he came. He was about to ask Y/N about her cumming, but he was cut off when she began slamming down on him again, making him nearly choke and become sensitive at the overstimulation.

"P-please..t-too much ...c-can't"

He tried to grip her hips again but Y/N pinned them up above his head, this time landing a slap to his thigh that had him jolting up and trembling under her.

"Next time, I'll slap your face. Come on, you can take it. You're a big boy. Can't you?"

Her hand dropped down and began toying with his nipples, causing him to cry out and squirm at her touch. He didn't even realize that he was already cumming for the second time, pumping more of his seed inside her hole, some of it spurting out. Such lewd squelching sounds could be heard across the room. Mingi at this point had tears trailing down the corners of his eyes, his body a writhing mess as pathetic whimpers fell from his plump lips.

Y/N felt him twitch for the third time and she also felt her second orgasm for the night build up inside her. She wrapped a hand around his throat, applying just a bit of pressure to make his vision hazy.

"Cum for me just one more time baby boy. I want to feel you again. Can you do that for me? Please?" She begged him.

His body couldn't deny her request. He shook violently as he squirted himself inside her once again, her grip on his neck tightening, making his climax feel even more exhilarating. He nearly blurted out her name, but thankfully he was so worn out and his brain fucked dumb that nothing but guttural moans and small yelps could be made out. Y/N wasn't that far off as she squeezed against his cock, her legs shaking as her juices mixed with his. She released her hold on his neck and panted heavily as she calmed down from the high she just reached. When she regained her senses, she pulled out of him, hot white liquid pouring down her legs. Her thighs ached and she nearly toppled over when she tried standing up, but she managed to hold herself up with the help of the bed.

"I think.....we got a little carried away..." She smiled apologetically at the camera.

She looked at the comments, some asking if she was ok, some praising them both and others teasing her about how she was gonna feel that in the morning.

"Thank you for joining us today. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to make sure my baby boy is taken care of. See you all soon."

Shutting off the camera and closing the laptop, Y/N took the mask off her face, rubbing her temples gently from how tight it had been wrapped. Getting up, she sat down next to Mingi, who looked absolutely tired and worn out. Smiling softly, she took off his mask and threw it across the room.

"How are you feeling?" She scanned his face for any signs of regret or discomfort.

Mingi gave her a faint smile.

"Better than any fantasy I ever had."

Y/N snorted softly at his answer. She opened a tiny bag that was hidden behind the bed and took out some wipes and towels from inside. Taking out some of the wipes, she began to clean in between Mingi's legs and thighs, making sure not to touch his dick as he was still extremely sensitive there. She then wiped his sweat off his forehead with one of the towels, gently patting around his temples and cheeks. All throughout it, Mingi just looked at her with adoration and tenderness.

"What?" She asked when she noticed his goofy grin.

"Glad to know my cute and caring Y/N still exists."

Y/N shook her head, a smile on her lips.

"She never left. I'm still the same me you met 3 months ago."

"Yeah....except now I know your dirty secret." He teased.

Y/N playfully smacked his cheek with the towel.

"And now you're part of that dirty secret actually."

Mingi hummed softly, enjoying the way she was pampering him. When she made move to get up again, he wasn't having it. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her against him, his face resting on the top of her head.

"Mingi!" Y/N exclaimed.

"Y/N! Cuddle me!" He whined as he tightened his grip on her.

"Ugh. Fine."

Mingi let out a tiny shout of victory as he snuggled closer to her. His fingers played with her hair, so many thoughts running through his head.

"Hey Y/N......? I kinda wanted to ask.....what happens now?"

Y/N tilted her head.

"What do you mean?"

"Well I......and you......does this make us...?" He looked at her, hoping she could understand what he was trying to say.

"Song Mingi, are you asking if we should date right after we just got done fucking in front of hundreds of people?" She looked at him incredulously.

"Well I certainly wasn't going to ask you before we fucked."

They both laughed at his answer. He always did say the darnest things.

"So...will you go out with me?"

Y/N pretended to think about it, making him pout and look at her with puppy eyes.

"I can't say no to you when you look so adorable." She admitted.

Mingi lit up when she agreed and he couldnt stop himself as he kissed her softly, elated that she agreed. She giggled into the kiss and laughed even harder when Mingi began peppering her neck with kisses.

"Mingi! Stop!"

They were so lost in their own little world they failed to notice the figure that popped inside the room, eyes widening at the scene in front of him.

"Ummm......am I interrupting something?"

They both froze and looked up to see Yunho clearing his throat at the sight of them. Mingi immediately pulled the blanket over Y/N's body, covering her from Yunho's piercing eyes.

"Yunho, I swear it's not what you think." Mingi tried to explain as he covered himself with a pillow.

"Well I mean....let's be honest Mingi, one of us 8 would have ended up sleeping with Y/N sooner or later, so I'm honestly not surprised." Yunho scratched the back of his head awkwardly.

They all stared at each other in silence, not knowing what to do or say. Yunho noticed the camera equipment and laptop, peeking his interest.

"Did you guys just film a porn movie?"

Mingi and Y/N bursted out laughing.

"No." They shook their heads.

"Then what's that for?" He pointed to it.

Mingi looked back at Y/N. They both mentally asked the same question and both smirked when they realized they were thinking the same thing.

"Can you keep a secret?"

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[tanakavox]

The screen runs again as shows the red coated Jaune standing around looking annoyed as a voice calls out to him.

"Hey look it's half demon Jaune again!" Nora cheered.

"...Half what? Coco deadpan.

"Jaune in this universe is the son of Ozpin,who's a demon who saved all of humanity. Cinder is like his twins or something." Yang quickly brought the others to speed.

"Teach is a demon?" Coco asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Wait who's the mom then?" Velvet asked, confused.

"That's….. A very good question. We didn't get an answer to that. Yang mused.

"I just wanna know who this person with the annoying voice was." Whitley muttered

"Another good question that we don't get answers to. Sorry."

"Thanks for destroying the lock for me, devil boy! And welcome to hell! Please accept my gift. Don't be humble, just take it. After all, we are buddies aren't we?" The voice the viewers recozinge as Jester as she cackles loudly.

A fountain of blood flows onto the statues which bring out blood bat-based demons called Blood-goyles flies toward Jaune and he cuts it in half with a casual swipe from his sword.

Jaune shakes his head in disappointment. "Well, isn't that special. To be honest, I'm expecting something a little better than this," Jaune then goes to dispatch them and leaves on his way to find Cinder.

The scene cuts to Jaune walking in front of a door with two statues and stopping when they began to start talking. Jaune doesn't look a bit shocked.

"Look brother, it's been ages, but we finally have company," one called Rudra said gleefully.

"I see that," The other is called Agni simply.

"We must entertain our guest."

"You're right. We have to be gracious hosts."

"Brother, what should we do?" Rudra asked.

"How do I know? We need to come up with something," Agni stated.

Jaune began to get impantice pacing back and forward and sighed.

"I don't blame him for getting impantice. These guys are annoying." Mercury stated. He was already starting not like these guys.

"Oh come on they weren't even talking!" Ruby pointed out glaring at Mercury.

"Still annoying."

Rudra took notice with this. "Brother, our guest is... sighing."

"SIGH? What is... SIGH?" Agni asked, a bit confused.

"Well a sigh is when -" Rudra was about to answer until he was cut off by their guest.

"Enough already!" Jaune said, finally snapping, "How long are you two gonna keep carrying on like this? In case you didn't get the hint, I'll spell it out. Your guest wants to go through. Got it."

"Our job here is to guard this door," Rudra said the statue was moving a bit.

"That's right! We can't let you pass," Agni added his piece.

(After Agni & Rudra battle)

"Wow, he took them out without much effort." Fiona said wide eyed.

"That kinda sums up this Jaune huh? He didn't have much trouble with the last guy either. Nora responded with a huge grin.

"He's gonna die when he gets to Cinder though. Emerald said with a smirk. "Remember what happened at the start. Nora turns to glare at her.

"Shut up!" She barked.

After their bodies were defeated in battle, both demon swords spun around in the air until they fell and got stuck on the ground in a crossed-blades position. They see Jaune walking towards the exit of the room, about to leave them behind.

"Wait!" Rudra cried out to Jaune.

Against his better thinking, Jaune turns around to acknowledge the two demon guards

"Yes, wait. We have been waiting for a long time," Agni said after his brother.

"Yes, a very long time," Rudra echoed.

"For someone stronger than us."

"Someone who can control us."

"My name is Agni," the red demon sword said.

"And my name is Rudra. You shall take us with you," The blue demon sword stated.

"We could be a great help to you!" Both brothers said as one.

Jaune took a moment to think about their offer. They were pretty strong together and seeing as how he's already let Cereberus tag along, he could use these two as Devil Arms as well. "Okay, but on one condition," He pressed.

"What is it?" Agni asked ecstatically.

"Name it!" Rudra sharing his brother's joy stated.

Jaune points to both brothers, "No talking!" While they were a strong force together, he would not deal with their constant chit-chat along the way.

"Thank god he said it." Mercury stated.

"Much as I hate to agree with you but yeah." Jaune piped up.

"Jaune!" Ruby cried, lightning punching him in the arm. Jaune raised his arms defensively

"I'm sorry Rubes, But they're really annoying.

"Fair enough!" Agni agreed to the blonde's terms.

"As you wish," Rudra echoed his agreement.

Jaune picks up the two swords and does a kata. The force of every swing of the two swords generated sharp winds and scorching flames. By the end, Jaune couldn't help but smile in satisfaction at how amazing these Devil Arms were and how strong they felt in his hands.

"... That was so cool." Ruby whispered with stars in her eyes.

"Impressive," The blue brother praised his new master.

Jaune flips the swords and bangs the two brother's heads together. "No talking," He repeated their agreement.

Neither Agni or Rudra said anything more, almost like they really were inanimate objects.

"Good," Jaune said in satisfaction, having peace and quiet again.

—

The scene changes to show the young crimsonette walk stealthily down a corridor with a gun in hand, the sounds of heavy steps closing in around her.

"Hey look! It's me! Ruby cheered. She didn't get to show up alot in this movie so far. But she started to get worried. It looked like she was about to get ambushed.

It's all of a sudden when a group of Pride Hell's attempt to ambush her. She's able to evade the swings of their scythe weapons thanks to her fast reflexes, allowing her to retrieve a second pistol from a holster. She shoots at two of the Hells and continues to fire in quick succession. One of the Hells thrusted the blunt pommel of their scythe in her direction, Ruby's able to dodge the strike by hopping on top of it and evade multiple swings directed at her in an expert show of her athletic ability. She continues to return fire to them as they continue to advance.

"WHOOO GO RUBY!" Yang cheered as she went to town on the demons.

Even when she gets cornered she has a plan. Ruby kicked two Hells back with her legs, a gift for each of them in the form of grenades. The explosion results in the Hells along with herself being propelled into the air. She doesn't give them a chance to recover as she continues to send bullets their way via cyclone of death. She finds footing on an embedded scythe in the wall, she fires at a nearby Hell and then uses the scythe as a high bar as a means to continue her attack on the rest of the Hells while performing many acts of peak acrobatic ability and gunfire. Eventually she finds herself upside down, her only support was her feet hooked around two embedded poles. The Hells take this opportunity to strike against Ruby together, they never seem to learn.

"Which version of Ruby seems very skilled,'' Weiss mused.

"You say that like you believe I'm not skilled now Ruby said smiling at Weiss. Weiss doesn't say anything as Ruby stares at her. She pouted at the former heiress. "I'm skilled Weiss!"

"Yes. Of Course Ruby." Weiss replies with a smirk.

Ruby turns to Jaune to get him on her side but stops when she noticed that Jaune crossed his legs tightly and was staring at the screen intently.

"Uh Jaune? Why did you cross your legs so tightly?"

Jaune turns to Ruby wide eyed and stutters out an answer. "Uh I-i just feel more comfortable like this!" No way he was gonna tell Ruby watching her go to town on demons was hot to him. Ruby stares at him for a few seconds and goes back to the movie.

Deciding it was time to bring out the big guns, Ruby draws out her trusty Crescent Rose and fires a missile at the ground beneath her. The explosion knocks back the Hells while propelling her into the air once more. Ruby lands onto the ground in a crouch position with no signs of harm throughout the ordeal. As she looks around, she releases a sigh of relief as the Hells were no longer a threat. She tugs her darling back on her shoulder and continues on, as she leaves the screen pans to an overhead shot to see that the charred remains of the ground resembling a '6.'

Ruby is now seen on a balcony of Temen-ni-gru, reloading her arsenal, sitting on a rock until she hears a voice come from behind her. Upon recognizing the voice she immediately pulls out one of her guns.

"Well, well... You've grown stronger," Raven said as she approached the young woman.

"Mom." Yang had a dark look on her face.

"What does she want with Ruby? Blake asks.

"If you shut your yap you may find out." Mercury said nonchalantly causing Blake to glare at him.

"Go to Hell," She raises her pistol directly towards Raven's face.

"You point a gun at me? Your own kin? Your dear Auntie?" Raven said as though she were truly shocked.

Ruby's face twists in rage, "The only family I ever had was my sister, and she's dead!"

"SHE KILLED ME?!" Yang yelled out in shock? The rest of her team and friends were in shock as well. Qrow couldn't believe it. Yang and Raven never really had a good relationship but he didn't think Raven would kill her own daughter.

Ruby shoots with her pistol four times, but finds that Raven has vanished. She draws out a SMG and aims both guns to her left and right in case Raven could get the jump on her. She scans around her surroundings for any signs of Raven only to find nothing. That only left one direction left uncheck... was above!

"You break my heart. After all, it was I who gave you your name. My darling niece!" Raven yells as she stares at Ruby while hanging upside down on the balcony roof.

Ruby was about to shoot when Raven's book dropped on her face blocking her vision. Raven takes this opportunity to get the jump on Ruby and throws her niece off the platform. Before she was out of Raven's sight, she felt her cheek get grazed by one of Ruby's bullets that she fired her way.

"That should have gone into her head!" Yang screamed, her eyes glowing red. Qrow couldn't help but agree with his niece.

Ruby continues falling Temen-ni-gru, that is until Jaune catches sight of her falling and proceeds to catch her by one of her boots. She looks at what stopped her fall and upon recognizing the boy in red, points both her guns at him.

Jaune looks down at the girl with a grin, pleased to see this interesting girl again. "Well, this is my kind of rain. No wonder the sky looks so funny today," He said while looking up at the cloudy sky.

"Getting bold ain't ya Bondie?" Qrow said, turning to Jaune who gave him an annoyed look.

"Yeah? And you want me to what Old man?" He snapped.

Qrow growled knowing he couldn't do anything.

"Let me go!" Ruby yelled.

"Don't say that stupid" Ruby yelled at the other version of herself.

Jaune looked at her with surprise, "Let you go? But it would be a waste if you ended up as just a pretty stain."

"Smooth Arc. Smooth." Coco teased as Jaune faces red at his alternate self boldness with his best friend.

Ruby having enough this guy's talk shoots him in his head. When the bullet makes contact with Jaune's face, it causes him to let go of the girl which results in her fall down again. This time however she's able to use the blade of Crescent Rose as a means to stop her fall. As she hangs off her weapon, she hears the sound of footst coming from the platform above.

"NO ME NO!" Ruby yelled out in horror at the fact she possibly killed her best friend.

"Huh look at that. He died earlier than I thought." Emerald laughed.

Jaune peers over the edge of the platform at the girl, sporting a bleeding bullet wound on his forehead and a miffed expression, "What the hell was that for? Here I am trying to help you and you show your thanks by shooting me?"

"Oh thanks goodness." Ruby sighed in relief.

"We shouldn't be too surprised. Getting stabbed several times with scythe only made him mad." Oscar pointed out.

Ruby, very confused with how he's even standing, responds by shooting him again.

The bullet once again makes contact, however, Jaune is able to react quickly enough to catch it between his teeth. After spitting the offending bullet out of his mouth he decides it would be in his best interest to ditch the girl, "Whatever, do as you please."

"God me! You just lost your chance at getting a friend!" Ruby said in a disapproving tone.

Ruby lowers her gun as she's finally able to pick up why she's been having a bad feeling about this guy, "So he's a demon too."

As he leaves, Jaune cleans off a bit of leftover blood from his face and wipes it on the wall. "I'm beginning to think I've got rotten luck with women," The line of fresh blood drips down the wall, creating the image of a '7.'

—

The scene changes to the very top of Temen-ni-gru, there stands a black haired woman in the rain, a ethereal full moon shining its light in the night sky, and the only sound that was present was the roaring winds in the air.

The silence would soon be broken as the sound of approaching footsteps began to come up the stairs. Jaune approaches the platform, finally making it to the top of the large tower that was Temen-ni-gru. After fighting multiple demons just to get here he was finally met with his gracious hostess, Cinder.

Cinder turned her head to address her guest, already knowing who it was, "...You showed up," She smiled.

Cinder sat forward in her seat. Ready to see herself destroy this weakening again.

Jaune walks up to her, while twirling Ivory in his hands. There was a smile on his face as he paced around the platform, "You sure know how to throw a party. No food, no drinks, and the only babe just left." Jaune lightheartedly pokes at his sister's very poor party preparation.

"My sincerest apology, brother. I was so eager to see you I couldn't concentrate on the preparations for the bash," Cinder replies with a warmth that was difficult to tell if it was genuine or not.

D-do they hate each other?" Oscar asks. "They seem pretty happy to see each other."

Jaune brushes it off continuing his pacing, "Whatever. At any rate, it's been a whole year since we last met. How about a kiss from your little brother? Or better yet, how about a kiss from this?"

Jaune immediately points Ivory directly at Cinder. The sound of lightning and thunder echoed throughout the dark sky, signaling the change in the atmosphere around the two siblings.

"So, this is what they call a heart warming family reunion eh…" Jaune questions as his face grinned, expressing that he was ready for a fight,

Cinder's eyes darkened, her facial expression becoming cold but determined, "You got that right."

Cinder opens up Yamato with her thumb, its blade gleaming in the moonlight.

"Take down, Fearless leader" Nora cheered.

"Heh. Come red. We both know how this is gonna end up."" Mercury said chuckling at her.

"I thought I told you to shut up?" Nora hissed.

—

Jaune and Cinder separated from each other, both breathing heavily from the battle, after fighting so intensely they took a moment to catch their breath. Their fight in the rain had lasted for some time, as evidenced by Cinder's hair being flat down, wet from all the rainwater.

Jaune is able to recover first so he takes Rebellion and starts charging at his sister, Rebellion's tip generating sparks as he drags it on the ground. Cinder recovers in time to evade his attempted strike, giving her the opportunity to parry with Yamato.

Jaune spins Rebellion with both hands then thrusted the sword towards Cinder, who then sidesteps the blade's path. She rotates Yamato to hold the katana backhanded, following up by knocking Jaune backwards with its kashira (pommel). Both of them quickly clashed their blades together, resulting in both of them being knocked back, Jaune having already off his feet is knocked the farthest back.

Jaune skits to one of the pillars standing on the platform, stopping his backwards momentum. He quickly draws out Ebony from her holster, and fires seven shots at his brunette sibling. The bullets are seen speeding towards Cinder who begins spinning Yamato in a quick rotating motion, deflecting three of the bullets while catching the remaining four that were originally aimed towards her.

Cinder places the caught bullets on the floor with Yamato in single file and then returns them to her blonde brother. Jaune sees the returning bullets coming towards him but he quickly lifts Rebellion over his head and is able to quickly slice through them, which then burst behind him.

"...That was fucking cool. Mercury stated and no one disagreed with him

Cinder points Yamato at him, her face expressing her frustration towards her brother, "Why do you refuse to gain power? The power of our father Ozma?"

"I thought you guys said that teacher was their dad?" Coco turned to everyone with a raised eyebrow.

"He is, that's just his real name." Blake said with a sigh. "It's a long story. Don't ask." Coco shrugs and goes back to the movie.

Jaune, after using Rebellion to help him stand, looks at Cinder as if she told him a bad joke, "Father? I don't have a father. I just don't like you, that's all."

Ozpin's heart ached hearing Jaune say that. He knew that they weren't his kids in his universe but the fact that any kids of his were fighting at all as well one of his sons rejecting him, hurted.

A moment of silence passes before the two siblings charge at each other once more, both of their swords clash against the other, while both Jaune and Cinder stare the other down. The spot where both Yamato and Rebellion met begins turning a bright orange, the generated sparks and heat being caused by the force behind both blades, as the two continue staring down the other. The whining of two metals being tested is heard, Jaune seemed to be exerting everything he had, while Cinder showed no apparent signs of exertion at all. The struggle is finally ended when Cinder strikes Rebellion away from her brother's grasp, the large sword spinning in the air until it strikes against the ground, timed perfectly as Cinder impales Jaune with Yamato.

Cinder smirks as she hears the cries of the blonde fools friends as her blade sinks into his stomach. Today was a good day. Two universes where she totally domanations. She turns to Jaune to see his reaction. To her disappointment the blonde didn't react much. Only had a stoic expression. Jaune knew he was gonna lose but didn't want to give the bitch the satisfaction of his disappointment.

His blood trickles down onto the floor and Yamato itself while Jaune grasps at the blade that was impaling his abdomen.

Cinder looks down at her impaled sibling, her face expressing neither joy or satisfaction in the act, only disappointment, "Foolishness, Jaune, foolishness. Might control everything. And without strength, you can't protect anything. Let alone yourself."

Cinder agreed with her counterpart but didn't really care on how she wasn't enjoying her other self with her impaling the fool.

"She... looks disappointed?" Mercury echoed Cinder's thoughts.

"Maybe they do love others? In some kinda weird way?" Ruby said, scratching her head in confusion.

Cinder forcibly removes Jaune from Yamato's blade then takes his amulet from him and leaves a slash on Jaune's sleeve. She looks at the amulet in her hand for a moment, fixes her hair back to its original shape, and starts to walk away but not before taking hold of Rebellion. When Jaune tries to get up, Cinder turns around and quickly impales him with his own sword.

A pan up shot shows Jaune as his blood begins pooling under him, Rebellion pinning his body to the floor.

"Do you finally have it?" Cinder turns around and there she sees Raven standing behind her, seeming to have just arrived.

"Yes. Now the spell Ozma cast will be broken," Cinder says to the scarred woman.

"Spell?" Velvet asked

"Ozpin in this universe sealed the demon world from the human alongside all of his power.

"And Cinder and Raven want to open the gate to the demon realm to get his power?" Yatshu finally speaks up.

Jaune lays on the platform unconscious, seeming like he is dead… until the skull on Rebellion changes form and the sword is launched into the air, the water rises behind Jaune as he charges ahead and tries to attack Cinder.

She quickly blocks Jaune's fist with Yamato, resulting in his hand being covered in blood as the blade sliced through it. Unlike before, Jaune's face shows no evidence of being in pain due to the injury, instead his face shows significant rage towards Cinder.

"I see, the devil inside you has awakened as well," Cinder said to him. This time showing a peaked interest.

"Holy shit Blondie doesn't that hurt?!" Fiona cried out wincing in pain just watching Jaune's hands sink into the blade.

Jaune forces his impaled arm through Yamato, his tissue healing at such an astonishing rate as once his hand is removed it shows no sign of damage or deformity. He grabs the blade once more, then uses his newfound strength to fling Cinder over his shoulder.

"Interesting. It seems like the boy's regen has increased incredibly."Salem mused on learning forward. "They seem more like my children than your Opsin." She smiles at him mocking but it dropped when Nora spoke.

"Probably because you are their mom."Nora replied nonchalantly while still looking at the movie.

Salem took pauses at this and took a closer look at Jaune in the movie and the one in the theater. She got a weird feeling from him, but she decided to push it to the back of her head and just decided the pink one was talking nonsense.

Cinder lands on her feet soon after, preparing to fight him once more before she is stopped by Raven's voice from behind her, "Wait. We should leave. For the moment we have all that we need."

A white aura surrounds Jaune as he walks towards them, his eyes dulled and his steps heavy as he slowly begins triggering the demon inside of him. It was at this time that Cinder and Raven walked away, jumping off the edge of Temen-ni-gru, letting him transform into his Devil Form for the very first time. After releasing an inhuman roar, Jaune falls to the ground unconscious, returning to his human form.

"Holy shit what was that?!" Ruby looked at Jaune in shock.

"Is that what Cinder meant when she said Jaune unlocked the devil inside of him? Because that is a badass looking devil man!" Mercury shouted, getting hyped up.

—

After some time has passed, Jaune awakens once more and gets up off of the ground. The rain having stopped results in many of the clouds to clear up, one of them showing a figure of an '8.' He rips the broken portion of the sleeve from his jacket, then picks up Rebellion. Jaune finds them gone, feeling defeated he slams his fist at the nearest pillar, which results in the top portion of the structure to explode. Jaune looks at what he's done and he discovers he has awakened newfound power, it surprisingly felt...good.

"Oh know that look." Yang had a knowing smile.

Next thing Jaune knows, he jumps off the top of Temen-ni-gru, beginning his pursuit to get his amulet back from his sister and that scarred woman. During his plummet he decides to test his new capabilities on incoming demons. The incoming Blood-goyles will do nicely.

He slays large quantities of the Blood-goes with extraordinary ease, all of his speed, strength, and agility had increased so much that he was like a blur to the normal eye. He throws Rebellion at a number of Blood-golyes, quickly impaling and to finish the job he fires Ebony at the swords pommel, increasing the speed of his sword so much that it reaches terminal velocity. Jaune chases after Rebellion until his outstretched arm is able to reach the same speed as his falling sword. Once he's able to grasp it, Jaune launches himself off of Temin-ni-grun at a horizontal angle.

"... I hate the fact that I've said that's badass to this guy more there once. Mercury muttered.

This new power felt amazing to him, he felt invincible. Powerful. Unstoppable…

That's when the giant Leviathan in the sky showed up and swallowed him whole.

Salem eyes widen at the sight of the giant whale. "Richard?!" she took a closer look and realized that it was not Richard and settled down/

—

The scene changes to a separate corridor of the tower, where both Cinder and Raven appear before an enormous locked door.

Raven is seen looking into her book, very focused on its contents, starts sharing her knowledge with Cinder, "People once cried out in fear of this tower. Temen-ni-gru, a foundation that brought out fear. Fear. Yes, fear. Can't you feel it? The rage and agonies of people. Those who are confined here... with their desires of evil being unfulfilled... It was all because Ozma slammed the door to the Demon World in their faces…"

""

Raven looks towards the gate as it begins to unlock its many safeguards. Once they undone, the doors opened, allowing the two to continue forward.

Raven before continuing on turns around to see if someone she knows followed them.

"What's wrong?" Cinder asked the distracted Raven.

"...Nothing," Raven replies, obviously lying to her about her true concerns.

"I hope Ruby comes and ends up shooting you in the head, you witch. Yang said seething with rage.

"Same here." Qrow growled in agreement.

Without another word being said, the two women begin making their way deeper into the tower of Temen-ni-gru.

—

As soon as Jaune finished destroying Leviathan's heart, the titanic beast let out a final bloodcurdling scream as it fell to the ground.

Ruby is seen somewhere outside of the tower continuing her search until she sees an enormous whale plummet to the ground. The force of the beast as it crashed down shook the very earth where she stood, its shock felt all across the tower and even by those in the lower levels. Even Cinder and Raven took note of the aftershock of the Leviathan, even if they dismissed it completely after a few seconds.

"Holy shit he just killed that Whale by himself." Coco looked on in wonder.

"Okay guys I'm blind. What the hell happened?" Fox asked, getting a bit annoyed.

"Oh sorry Fox! Uh Jaune killed a giant whale and is now covered in blood."

"Oh. That's really cool." Fox said simply.

The young crimsonette finds where the corpse of the demon landed and witnesses as its blood colored eye is being slashed as Jaune, having finally got out of the oversized whale that swallowed him. Although he did end up being covered head to toe in its blood, so it was a Pyrrhic victory.

"So, this is the next stage?" Jaune thought out loud, thinking he was by himself.

"Wait!" A voice called out behind him.

Jaune turns around to see that it was the same girl from before, and having recalled their last meeting, he had a sour feeling towards her, "If you're asking for a date, forget it. Because I made it a point not to go out with women who shoot me in the head." Emphasizing his point by pointing to a specific spot on his forehead, where he knows she shot him.

"That's a deal breaker most. You're a meanie for doing that Ruby." Nora teased the redhead. She sinks into her seat with a pout.

Ruby scoffed, "Date a demon? I'm not that desperate. Besides, I really don't care for guys who stink like blood."

Jaune quickly sniffs at his clothes, then double takes at how bad the Leviathan's blood reeked, "You're right."

That got a laugh out of most of the viewers. But Ruby shook her head a bit. She just didn't get it. A few years ago, She and Jaune were dating, but now they hate each other. It was weird and it made her feel odd. But she keeps watching.

The mood suddenly changed when both Jaune and Ruby pulled out their guns, however, they weren't aiming at each other. Soon enough, a swarm of Demons ambushed them, causing both of them to form an unofficial alliance to fight off all the various demons.

During the shootout between them and the Pride Hells the two moved back to back for a defensive advantage. Seeing as they had time to kill, Jaune thought he should get to know this mystery girl he had allied himself with, "So tell me, what's your name?"

"I don't have a name," the crimsonette quickly replied, not wanting to get buddy-buddy with a demon.

"Uh… But that Raven chick said she named you Ruby earlier." Coco pointed out.

Not dissuaded in the slightest, Jaune continues to ask questions, "Oh, then what should I call you?"

"I don't care. Whatever you want," Ruby plainly replies, she would rather be focused on killing these Hell Prides than getting distracted by chit-chat.

Jaune laughs as he jumps over a group of incoming demons, then turns back to call out to the crimsonette, "Whatever Lady. I'll leave this to you. Because I don't want to miss the party."

"Lady? That's the best you could come up with?" Yang looked unimpressive.

"More concerned that he just ditched Ruby." Blake said, crossing her arms.

"She did shoot him in the head. Might not want to deal with her," Weiss reminded her team to which Blake nods her head in agreement.

Ruby scoffed, "Who counted on you anyway?"

With the red coat demon gone, she continues fighting against the Hells. The screen shows one of her bullet shells that fell to the ground, the ammunition being a '9. millimeter'

—

Jaune enters a gothic structured room, with a stage and all. He was left wondering where the gatekeeper of this room was until a cauldron of bats emerged in the room. They all form into one shape, which happens to look like an extremely attractive redhead with deathly pale skin and crimson eyes, who'd hair acted as a covering for her bare upper body.

Jaune has to admit, as far as demons went for deceiving their prey, this was new. He liked new things.

Nevan looks upon this new guest with great interest and hunger, "Hmm, welcome sir. Is this your first time here?"

"Yeah it is. You'll be nice to me won't you?" Jaune asked her, playing along with her game.

Ruby's eyes dimmed as she turned to Jaune and muttered out "Filth." Which left the Blonde confused.

"What do I do?" He asked but Ruby didn't answer him. What should I do?!" He asked her again but still received no answer.

Nevan laughs sweetly at her guests request, one that was intended to lower his guard, "Of course I will. I'll treat you so nicely, you'll never want to leave."

"Now that's what I'm talking about," Jaune says before drawing Rebellion, making his point clear to his hostess that he wasn't here for that kind of fun.

Nevan, now knowing her guest was not a typical desire driven human, concedes to play with him for a little while. She walks towards her stage until she looks back at her blonde guest, "Then come on, Sugar."

—

Nevan falls back in defeat, or would have had Jaune not catch her in his left arm, "My, you're sweet."

Thinking she has him fooled, Nevan tries lunging at Jaune's throat before feeling her abdomen being penetrated by a bullet from Ivory.

Jaune laughs, "You'd think so, wouldn't you?"

"Good job Jaune." Ruby cheered with a wide smile which left him even more confused as she was just mad at him a few seconds ago.

Nevan also laughed, already knowing she was beaten, having already decided that it would be much easier on herself if she would surrender to him, "Alright. I'll help you. Your father was a handsome devil, but you're no slouch yourself."

"Salem blinked at the she-devil's comment on her ex's looks. And frankly she didn't appreciate it. She wanted to make sure Ozpin never knew happiness with another woman and thankfully her… possibable son killed her.

After giving up her physical form, Nevan transformed into the Devil Arm "Nevan"... an demonic electric guitar.

While performing an amazing death metal solo, Jaune showcases "Nevan's" unique ability as both a demonic guitar and an electrified scythe. The end of his act ending in a shower of fireworks and sparks.

Ruby let out a shriek at Jaune's new weapon. "It's not fair! I want an electric scythe guitar she whines."

"He plays better on the guitar than he did at beacon though." Weiss said with a teasing smirk at Jaune, who stuck his tongue out at her.

—

Meanwhile, Ruby continues to fight against the Hell Prides, utilizing her full arsenal on them while she simultaneously reloads all her weapons throughout the fight. From her pistol to her Crescent Rose.

When all the Hell Prides had been slain, a falling pistol from the sky is caught by the crimsonette, who smiled at its return.

"Welcome back!" Ruby said.

After packing all of her things, she makes her way towards the next entrance, continuing towards her end goal.

—

Raven and Cinder make their way to the final door to their destination, their end goal within their grasp.

Raven expresses excitement to Cinder, having finally been so close to their goal, "Soon we will reach the lair of judgement. Temen-ni-gru will finally regain its full function and lead us into the Demon World. The world where Ozma's power has been sealed. And the one who will lift the incantation is you, his own daughter. It must be fate."

Before they enter the chamber, Raven looks to check back the way they came, Cinder stops walking concerned of the woman's actions.

"Does that woman really bother you?" Cinder asked Raven.

Raven looked at the brunette quizzically, "What are you talking about?"

Looking back at the older woman, Cinder made her thoughts clear, "Why didn't you kill her? Perhaps, because she is your niece? Did some pesky auntie love get in your way?"

"... Why didn't she kill Ruby?" Yang realized Cinder brought up a good point. Raven was fine killing herself but didn't kill Ruby when she got the chance. It was odd.

Raven immediately became defensive in her body language and tone, "That is none of your-"

Raven is cut off when Cinder impales her in the abdomen, causing her to drop her book. Her blood trickles down onto the surface of the book, the drops that landed vaguely reminiscent of the number '10.'

While looking at the wounded Raven, Cinder decided it was time that she shared some of her own background knowledge, relating to Raven specifically, "To further your study of the black arts, you sacrificed your loving daughter, to become a devil as well. Knowing this I thought you'd be more useful to me, but I was wrong. No wonder your attainment of power is incomplete."

"... I'm not surprised my sister did this all in the search of power" Qrow muttered.

Cinder was incredibly giddy on getting her revenge on Raven, Even though it was technically her, it was close enough and she bathed in the scene with great glee.

Raven coughed up some of her blood, trickling from her mouth, before she exchanged an enraged glare towards Cinder, "What about you? You're an incomplete being as well. Both demon and human blood mingle in your veins. You dare judge me, even after you abandoned your own infant child-"

Cinder forcibly removes Yamato from Raven abdomen, her face showing genuine anger, "Shut up. Now that the final door is open, I have no use for you."

Without another word or glance, Cinder left Raven to lie at the entrance of the door as the old woman bleeds out. She has already come this far in her quest for power, she will not allow another minute pass while she is kept away from her birthright.

Everyone in the theater went dead silent at the bombshell Raven had just dropped. No one said a word and they all slowly turned toward Cinder with widen eyes with the expectation of Salem who had a mixture of anger and disappointment on her face. Cinder only look at the floor shaking as the words finally sinked in for herself.

"I… have a child?" She whispered to her in disbelief.

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[bbykpoper]

Chapter 3 // Masterlist

GENRE: mafia au, fluff, a bit of smut, a smudge of angst if you squint your eyes hard enough, possible fantasy????

WARRNING: description of murder and blood at the end, viewer discretion is advised!!!

SYNOPSIS: A centuries old feud which kept itself silent suddenly ignites once again as two warring gangs face each other for the first time. A family of established immortals who came together after the war, a band of humans who began remembering their past lives and officials breathing down their neck threaten the world once again as fantasy and reality clash in the form of a young man hell bent on being in the lead and a young woman hell bent on ending this meaningless feud. A story will unfold before you now, questioning your morals as well as grinding your nerves to the edge.

“A princess turned assassin?”

“A coward turned prince?”

Who will survive the last wave of this war?

°˖✧

“I don’t trust them. Why are they here?” Mark spoke as two of Bangtan’s finest sat outside their meeting room with them. “She even killed Jaemin!”

“Shush Mark. She can hear you.” Haechan spoke up, trying to calm his friend down. 

The girl in question only observed the two, blinking occasionally to show she was alive. Her back was glued to the wall as she sat on the small bench, Solas by her side observing the commotion inside the NCT dining room. Forcas and Beelzebub were facing two very annoyed individuals, one of them being Johnny who had lost the race to Yeonjun earlier this night. 

“She killed our youngest and you want us to work with her?!” Brain was screeching at the two Bangtan men. Both of them sighed thanking every possible Gods out there that Yoongi was not here, or Jongkook. Those two would have lost their temper a long time ago and killed at least half of the house before y/n could stop them. “The fuck do you think we are?! We can take care of our problems by ourselves!”

“Oh? Is that so?” Forcas smirked in amusement. “Then why don’t you do it by not stepping into our territory of business?”

“We do what we have to, and we have similar interests with the Chinese regarding you.” Brain seethed through his teeth.

“Then I guess this conversation is over.” Beelzebub sighed, standing up along with Forcas. “Such a waste of time.”

Solas and Fae noticed the two walking up to them and both stood up catching the two babysitters off guard at the quickness of their movements. Forcas softly smiled at her and placed his hand on her head, a coping method to soothe his anger, and gently patted the younger girl.

“Wait, wait.” The leader of NCT, Lee Taeyong also known as Boss, was quick to stop the group from leaving. “Please excuse my subordinate, his anger keeps talking for him.” The four individuals didn’t seem amused. “I apologize in his stead. May we start over?”

“We are very busy individuals Mr. Taeyong.” Beelzebub narrowed his eyes, the air around them taking on a certain buzz. “We don’t have time to play childish games with men who can’t do orderly business in a disciplined fashion.”

“Then do business with only me and Boss.” Johnny spoke up from next to Fae, the girl only observing him from the corner of her eye. She noticed his intention of coming closer to her even before he thought of it. His body language was too obvious for her. “We will close the doors and come to an agreement, without anybody interrupting us.”

“Seems quite fair.” Forcas spoke, motioning for Solas to step in between Johnny and Fae. “But, I have a condition.” 

“We’re listening.”

“Keep Brain away from Fae.” Was the simple condition.

“Why? Scared I’m going to kill her?” He mocked, glaring at the girl. He was met with the most emotionless pair of eyes, which slightly glazed over with something which Brain could only identify as blood thirst.

“Oh no, I’m pretty sure she will kill you first.” Forcas smiled, coming close to him. “We wouldn’t want NCT’s top mastermind to lose his head now would we.”

“We’ll be by the car.” Fae announced and turned to leave with Solas, nodding slightly to the two men.

“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t you two. And be cautious!” Beelzebub yelled after them as Solas burned with embarrassment. “Now then, shall we?”

°˖✧

Kim Hanbin, Chief Inspector in charge of taking care of the whole Bangtan/Nct problem, now sat with crossed arms as four young women sat across from him. His expression was sharp as they stared down at him, with his lips trained in a tight line.

“Inspector Kim, it has come to our attention that you’ve been quite lacking with your work concerning the Bangtan gang.” Agent Manoban spoke to him, her eyes peering through the glasses she wore as she looked over a file she held in her long fingers. “No arrests were made, you are not even a step closer to finding out who their Angels of Death are-”

“Fallen Angels.” Kim Hanbin spoke up for the first time. 

“- yes, the Fallen Angels.” Agent Manoban rolled her eyes. 

“Let’s cut to the chase Inspector Kim.” Agent Kim Jennie spoke up, having enough of this spectacle her colleague and this Inspector put up. “Our superiors are not satisfied with the progress of this case and they’ve sent us to finish this, make the appropriate arrests and close it.” 

Inspector Kim didn’t speak up about this, knowing very well that he had no say in this and that if he even tries to he’ll be taken off the case. 

He’s been working on this case for the past two years and finally, a few months ago he managed to place one of his detectives as an undercover agent almost at the top to work with one of the Fallen Angels and extremely close to Fae, making contact with her on more than one occasion. He couldn’t compromise his man, and he couldn’t exactly tell these four FBI agents because they would no doubt, reveal him and endanger his life. 

And he was extremely glad that he briefed his own men on this silent code.

“All right, what do you need?” He asked, sighing and bringing his his hands on the table. 

“We will need all of the information you have gathered on the group, as well as the full support of your team.” Agent Kim Jisoo smiled softly at him. To Hanbin she seemed to be the kindest one among the four, but he knew better than to blindly go along with it. 

“We need the names and badge numbers of your team.” Agent Park handed him a piece of paper and a pen. 

Chief Inspector Kim Hanbin complied and wrote down five names. Five detectives who were part of his team and regulars at the station. 

“Aren’t you missing one?” Agent Manoban raised an eyebrow.

“One of the men was taken off the case a few months back. He is now in another division.” He spoke calmly, his eyes not giving away the secret he held.

The women nodded and took the paper from him, releasing him to go his own way. 

He went back to his division and took a seat at his cubicle as the rest of the men glanced at him, too scared to ask him anything.

“Well friends, we’re screwed.” He announced. “The FBI is going to become part of this team and investigation. They asked for all of your info and names, while they will most likely look into Jiwon to see if he really is in another division or not. I believe we will co-operate with them and not get ourselves in trouble or in sticky situations.”

“Yes sir!” They all answered, noticing how Agent Manoban observed the interaction closely.

The men went back to their tasks at hand as Hanbin looked over to his desk where a picture of him with his whole team stood. They really didn’t need the FBI breathing down their necks right now, but if this is what it meant for them to keep themselves on the case, then he’ll be damned if he couldn’t take it.

°˖✧

Fae sat on the hood of the car observing the two designated babysitters as they paced left and right. They were annoyed and on edge to have to keep an eye on them but at the same time there was something more. They were anxious, as if they were expecting something to happen.

“Hey Tae, do you feel the shift in energy in the air?” She turned to look at her friend who also seemed restless to a point.

“Yes. But it’s coming from the east. Outside of the house and their border of territory.” He spoke up, his eyes trained on the spot where he felt this sudden shift of energy.

“I’ll go check up on it and you go tell Joon and Jin.” He nodded at her as she swiftly disappeared in the shadows. 

Her footsteps were light on the ground as she neared the place of question. Her dark eyes trained on the group of people before her became lighter when she noticed it was someone who they could have expected. Approximately seven men, in dark clothing stood with guns at the ready, mask pulled up so their faces were revealed. Faint talking revealed to her that they were not Korean, but rather Chinese and that their target was to take out the four of them from Bangtan with the help of NCT.

“Rubbish.” She seethed out through her teeth as her eyes steeled themselves like the blade of her katana which she carried with her.

“I know right? Some of our kids are not exactly well behaved and they called them over.” Johnny’s voice came as a whisper, but (y/n) didn’t care much of it. She saw red and wanted them dead, as much as she wanted every single NCT member to lay their last breaths under her blade. “Please don’t look at me like that. I fear I cannot allow you to kill our kids.”

Wait a minute, he can read my thoughts?

“A little bit. Weird isn’t it?” He smiled widely at her. “It’s quite easy with you, even though I thought it would be harder.”

The movement from the seven men caught her attention and averted her gaze from the man crouching next to her in the high tree branch. Without a second glance, she jumped onto the one directly above one of the men in the back and she landed on him, her blade running through the middle of his head. She pulled it out quickly and with a swift turn cut two more heads off, before she slid into the shadows of the nearby tree line. The other four took to a stop when one turned to see the decapitated bodies of their companions and this gave (y/n) leverage to slide out round them and cut two of the mens feet off in one swift swish. The scream they let out alerted the rest of her existence but she was too fast, and in three flowing moves, their bodies were cut in half.

The minute she exhaled a breath and sheathed her sword, her eyes narrowed in on the overly excited man still stuck in the tree branch where she originally was.

“Who are you, Johnny Seo?”

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[moth-and-raven]

CHAPTER TEN ~NSFW warning~

“I could’ve saved us some time had I just followed my first instinct last night,” Julian jokes. But his voice is tight, and he jumps at every sound as we skirt the base of the cliff on which the palace sits.

“Stop saying that,” Portia says flatly. “This isn’t a woe-begotten self-sacrifice, it’s a necessary risk to get you off the hook.”

“I… right.”

“Besides, you should practice staying quiet. It’ll be so hard for you to keep your mouth shut for more than a few seconds at a time.” She winks at him to take the sting from her words.

“Who, me? I’m a paragon of stealth.”

Their banter fades into my concentration. I’ve been practicing my own skill on the walk, calling to mind everything I can remember about the invisibility spell Asra taught me: how to reshape the air around the object being hidden, how to account for differences in shadow and light, how to keep others away so their touch doesn’t reveal anything. I’ve never tried to maintain its effects for so long before, but if the gravity of this situation doesn’t inspire me, nothing will.

“— won’t you, Reyja?”

I startle. Portia’s looking at me expectantly, though Julian has his eyes on the cobblestones. “Sorry, what?”

“I said you’ll gag him if he won’t stop talking.”

Now I know why he’s blushing so deeply. My own cheeks flush, and Portia laughs.

“Oh, both of you are way too easy to tease.”

I’m not flustered by embarrassment, but rather the idea of how good he would look drooling around a ball gag. Not the kind of gagging she meant, I imagine, although based on some of her other comments, maybe she did. Like her interest in asking me about whatever it is Julian and I have, though, I’m strangely pleased that someone might think I’d enjoy that. My mind flashes back to the way Julian trembled under my touch at the shop, how obviously and unashamedly aroused he was to feel my hands roam his body, and again in the rush of passion as he rutted against me in Mazelinka’s bed. The memories only serve to draw more blood to my face.

But we make it across the rest of the market and through the wide streets of the aristocratic quarter without incident.

“Okay,” Portia says as we stop at the base of the long incline to the palace gates. “Ready, Reyja?”

I nod.

“Ilya?”

He risks a small glance at me, then nods too.

“Alright. They know both of us on sight so we shouldn’t even be stopped, but if we are, for the love of god…”

She doesn’t need to finish the sentence. We all know what will happen if this fails.

I take a deep breath and call up my magic, pulling in scraps of our surroundings and weaving them together to mask Julian from even the most determined viewer. He disappears piece by piece until I’m satisfied that he can’t be seen from any angle. I’m almost positive his breath catches as I circle him, checking my work, and I smile to myself at how well I can picture his blushing face.

But I can’t see it, and that’s the point. I just have to hope I can hold the illusion in place long enough.

A long, curved road leads us up to the gatehouse, our footsteps pounding in time with our hearts. One of the guards waves to Portia as we pass, and another nods at me. I can feel my breath in my throat… but they don’t bother us.

We reach the massive double doors leading into the main hall and wait for the intricate mechanisms inside — Portia told me in passing the first night I got here that the locks were Nadia’s invention — to open. A pair of servants bearing a load of colorful streamers nearly knocks into Julian; I hear his swallowed yelp in the instant they would’ve collided, and then they bustle away. I suppress the urge to reach for his hand.

The hallways buzz with activity — Portia wasn’t kidding about the Masquerade preparations being in full swing. We have to pause more than once for her to give directions or advice, or wait for a large decoration to pass. But eventually, I catch sight of the bejeweled tree barring the way to the library and the breath I’ve been holding since I constructed Julian’s disguise loosens in my chest.

Portia has the keys in her hand as we stop, and quickly opens the myriad locks. “Go,” she whispers after poking her head in to ensure we’ll be alone. “I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

The heavy thunk of the door sees her off.

I felt Julian’s presence behind me when I stepped into the quiet, so I drop his glamour all at once. Part of me wasn’t expecting to make it; there were a lot of variables over which we had little to no control. I don’t want to have to try it again.

“Thank you,” he murmurs. It’s the first thing he’s said directly to me since we left the Raven.

“You’re welcome.”

He opens his mouth as if to say something else, but turns away down the first row of books instead, following an old habit. I thought I would have to take him to the alcove in which he used to work, but it seems he’ll get there on his own. I hope that’s a good sign: if just being in this room can jog his memory, this massive risk might’ve been worth it.

He rushes to his desk the moment he catches sight of it, like he’s greeting a long-lost friend. He laughs joyously before looking back over his shoulder to smile at me.

And just as quickly as it appeared, that smile falls away.

Portia interrupted before we could really talk about what happened last night. I’m grateful she was there to help, but a weight still hangs between us; his aura reveals just how nervous he is to be alone with me again. He breaks our fleeting eye contact to stare at the mess of ink and paper scattered over the desktop, evidence of the problem-solving both of us have done.

A moment passes. Then another, and another. Maybe I’m still holding my breath after all, because nothing moves but the dust motes in the light beaming from the windows.

“I’m sorry, Reyja.”

His voice is soft, but I hear it clearly. He’s apologized for so many things in the short time we’ve known each other. This one feels different.

He turns around fully and starts back in my direction, speaking as he walks. “I’m so sorry. For everything. I don’t know what I was thinking, rejecting you like that. It was the last thing I wanted to do, and I did it anyway.” He pauses in front of me and sighs. “But I meant what I said at Mazelinka’s. To have something with you… that’s what I truly want.”

The world feels balanced on the point of a needle, like if I move or speak, it will shatter and take both of us with it.

“I hope I’ve made it clear that I find you, ah, very, very attractive. Because I do. Everything about you.” His gaze traces my features until he breaks off with a shy smile. “And by some miracle, I think you see something attractive in me too.”

Just something? No. Even with his flaws, he’s perfect.

"I want to spend all the time I have left with you, however long or short that may be. I want…” His voice drops to a whisper. “Oh, god, I want you. ”

A shudder tingles through my whole body. To hear him say it so directly, in a voice so laden with emotion, sets me afire. I can’t even find it in me to overthink the words.

“But what do you want? If I ruined this, I’ll accept that.” Julian grimaces. “If you can’t forgive me, or, rather, give me a second chance… well, that would be wise, I think. I know I have no right to ask it of you. And I still can’t promise you'll be safe, but I would give my life if it meant yours wouldn’t be in danger. I’m prepared to take that responsibility whether you, erm, whether you want me back or not.”

If only he knew I’d thought the same thing, long before our night under the starstrand. How many times did I tell myself I would do whatever it took to protect him, regardless of his feelings for me? And how determined was I to think the worst of him, just like he assumed that I wouldn’t care enough to stay, only to have it all proven wrong? The very fact that he’s asking if I want him back, because I already had him once, is more than I ever thought I’d get, and more than I ever thought I deserved.

No force can keep me from the man who told me otherwise.

I take the step he left for me and ball my fists in his shirt, pulling him down into a fierce, fiery kiss. My tongue finds his as he crumbles against me, breaking under the relief that swirls through us both. This is meant to be. We are meant to be. I’m enough of a pessimist to acknowledge that it may not last forever, but right now, right here, this moment was meant to happen. Julian whimpers and buries his fingers in my hair, pulling me closer. In return, I bring one hand to his jaw and adore the scratch of the stubble I find there.

It could be seconds or hours later, but eventually he breaks away. Not far, just enough to rest his forehead on mine, breathing heavily.

“Julian…”

His face lights up at the sound of my voice. “Oh, dearest Reyja.” He leans in to kiss me again. “I didn’t realize I could want so much, and find it all in one person. In you.”

“You say that like I didn’t find the same in you.”

He laughs. What a beautiful sound. “You flatter me, my darling. Oh, and I'm so grateful for it.”

My darling. Is that who I am now, his darling? His dearest? There’s nowhere I would rather be, no one I would rather be, than that. I hug him tightly, if only to prove to myself that this time, I’m not dreaming.

“I have something for you,” he says, close enough that I can feel his breath stir strands of my hair. “It’s already yours, but…”

I look up at him, cocking my head. “What is it?”

Reluctantly, he breaks our embrace and reaches into the pocket of his coat. “You left it at Mazelinka’s. I shouldn’t have taken it, but I… I saw it sitting there and—” He peeks at me from under his eyelashes. “I wanted to remember that night, in case it was the only one we had. I wanted to remember how beautiful you were, how lucky I was to have you, if only for a moment.”

The starstrand flower has darkened, shriveled into itself in curls of midnight blue. It’s delicate, its light faded, its stem hardening in the absence of its tree. But he holds it gently, and offers it like he’s giving me his very heart. His touch is so soft, so careful as he tucks it behind my ear again. I catch his hand against my cheek and lean into him, struck beyond words by the depth of the gesture. He lifts my face to his for another kiss; his lips are even softer.

“I wish I had something more fitting,” he murmurs.

"I think it’s perfect. You don’t have to show off for me."

“What do you mean?”

I kiss him once more. His flushed skin is like stone in sunlight, or maybe the sun itself: if I could, I would happily put him at the center of my world. “I mean that you’re enough on your own.”

The tips of his gloved fingers skate down my cheek to touch my lips. “But you deserve more.”

We make a strange mirror, he and I, both convinced that neither would like what we saw in the other and so trapped in that thought that we almost ruined everything. I won’t leave anything up for interpretation, or misinterpretation, this time.

“I don't want more. I want you,” I tell him. “As you are, right now. Innocent or guilty. I want to help you. I want to stand with you against whatever happens.”

“Whatever happens,” he echoes. “Oh, my darling, I was kidding myself in the most merciless way when I thought I would be able to leave you. It seems so strange, to be so certain that I want to wake up beside you again, feel your chest rise and fall against mine. I haven’t slept as soundly as I did with you for years. I can’t remember the last time I felt so…” He trails off, reaching for my hands to fold our fingers together. “So happy. You make me happy, Reyja. When I walked away, I figured I would never be happy again. But if that was the price I had to pay to keep you out of harm’s way…”

I can’t let him think that this is what I expect, that the actual price for being with me is constant anxiety over my safety. I love how willing he is to protect me, but I’m not helpless. “You don’t have to do that to yourself. I need you to know that I’ll be alright.”

I don’t think I’ve ever said that before and truly meant it.

“But—”

I shake my head. “I’m not going to let you tear yourself apart to keep me together, okay? Like I said, and will say every time you need me to, I just want you. We’ll look out for each other if it comes to that, but I don’t want us to start out so unbalanced.”

Julian squeezes my hand and sighs, pulling me closer to rest his cheek on the top of my head. “That’s a different sort of protection, isn’t it?” he asks quietly. “Protecting me from myself.”

“M’hm. Does that sound reasonable?”

He chuckles. “More than reasonable. It sounds… it sounds… Ha, do you know how rarely I’m at a loss for words? You do that to me, sweetheart. I know seven languages and not a speck of any one of them is coming to mind right now.”

“That’s okay. You don’t have to say anything.”

“I don’t, do I?”

Silence sparkles in the midafternoon sunlight. Julian wraps his arms around me and sways, in and out of shadow, dancing with me like we have nothing better to do. After a moment, he gestures towards the same armchair I curled up in several nights ago, crying myself to sleep with the idea that he would never want me. I take a savage sort of pleasure in proving my own memory wrong as he pulls me onto his lap and kisses up the side of my neck before burying his nose in my hair.

“That scent,” he murmurs. “Oh, it’s neither the time nor the place for confessions like this, but my god. I prided myself on my strength of will at Mazelinka’s and yet all I could think about as soon as I left you there on the pier was doing exactly this, holding you close and feeling your luscious body under my hands, and how much I— ah, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t say anything, erm, anything more. Not now, anyway.”

He shifts beneath me, his blush resurfacing with a vengeance. Not now.

I’ve never thought of myself as impulsive. In fact, I’m quite the opposite, so frozen with indecision that I rarely do anything at all, let alone anything rash. But if I’ve learned nothing else from Julian, I’ve come to see some value in action without thought. We wouldn’t be where we are without it. Of course, there’s much more value in thinking things through before dashing off into the night, but sometimes…

“We have time.” I slide off his lap and turn to face him, crawling back up so I’m straddling his thighs instead. He swallows hard, cheeks moving beyond pink into scarlet, and reaches out to steady me with his hands on my broad hips. I smile as I brace myself on the plush upholstery behind his head and trace the tendons in his neck, pausing to toy with the snaps at the collar of his uniform. “What were you going to say?”

“A-ahm. I was just, erm…”

“Go ahead, Julian.” I lean close, knowing he’ll feel my lips against his ear. My smile widens when he trembles and tightens his grip on me.

“Oh, you have no idea the things I want to do to you,” he groans. “And the things I want you to do to me! Darling, you’ll think me such a degenerate if I tell you what crosses my mind when I picture us.”

I can’t help but laugh. “Try me.”

He stares at me, his visible eye wide. Then, as if in slow motion, he cups the back of my head and draws me into a deep, sensuous kiss, parting my lips with his tongue, his breath crashing against mine the faster his lungs heave. He lets me pop the snaps of his jacket and run my fingers down his chest, leaving faint red lines in the wake of my nails; his skin takes so kindly to scratch-marks. In return, he slides one hand under my shirt, groaning with pleasure at the smoothness of my skin.

And then he stops.

“I-I shouldn’t—” he stutters, reluctant to busy his mouth with something other than kissing me. “You’ve never—”

That’s thoughtful of him, but being a virgin does not make me virginal. “Should I go first?”

He gasps, and for a heart-wrenching second I wonder if I went too far. But then he pulls me closer and I feel the shift of his growing erection beneath his trousers. I’ll take that as a yes.

“I keep thinking about you on your knees, shirtless, maybe more…” I say, tucking one of his errant curls behind his ear. “Looking at me like you’d do whatever I told you to.”

“Oh, I would!”

I shiver. Of course this isn’t entirely new territory, but I had wanted to know how familiar he was with things like this. More than I had any right to expect, it seems. Lucky me.

“And I’ve bound your hands behind your back—”

He moans.

“—and you’re gleaming with sweat, like we just finished having some fun.”

He kisses me again. I wonder if he would let me undo his pants.

“I love your smile. I bet it’s even cuter when I tell you how good you've been.”

“Reyja, I—!”

“Would you like that?”

“S-so— so much!”

Part of me floats out of my mind, watching from above as I, Reyja North, sit on a handsome man’s lap and tease him with sexual fantasies I’ve never given voice to before. The things I'm saying would’ve flustered me to even think about less than a week ago, but he’s so earnest, so eager… is this the kind of person I’ve been all along? Did it only take someone like him to reveal it? “Then I’ll tell you all the time.”

I’d love to touch him, stroke him, take his cock into my mouth and look up into his eyes as I make him weak-kneed with pleasure. That particular organ has always fascinated me; in the course of exploring my gender, I decided to wear a dildo under my clothes once. It felt nice, though not nice enough that I do it every day. But I love the way the real ones change so much, going from soft to hard and spilling so dramatically. I can’t deny that a piece of me will simply be happy to have a penis to play with regularly. I hope Julian doesn’t mind.

At the moment, I think he’s rather excited about it. He’s panting, open-mouthed, and thrusting against me almost like he doesn’t know what he’s doing. Feeling bold, I take hold of a handful of his hair and tip his head back. He hisses between his teeth, a flash of ecstasy lighting up his face before his eye rolls and he shivers in delight.

“Will you be good for me, Julian?”

He meets my gaze for only a moment, his mouth fallen open. Between us, his cock jumps, and when I look down, thick milk-white cum is spilling from just below his belt through the fabric of his pants.

“No, no, no!" he groans, like he thinks he can stop it. “Oh no! Oh, I’m so sorry! I— You— I didn’t mean to—”

I didn’t know he was so near the edge. But even as I swallow my own apology, I realize that I’ve never seen anything so arousing. I made him do that, just by kissing him and giving him something to rub against. Just by saying a few words, I made him lose control of something many men pride themselves on maintaining. I would much, much rather he do this than strut around bragging about his stamina. He’s beautiful when he cums.

He’s still stammering as I silence him with my lips on his, but resists for only a moment before returning my embrace. What a rush of emotions he must be feeling right now. Whatever else, though, I’m not going to let him be embarrassed about this. At least not because of my reaction.

I pull away so both of us can see what happened. He looks at me trepidatiously, his blush turned a humiliated crimson though desire still sparks in the gray storm of his iris.

I answer his unasked question with a smile. “That was so hot.”

He wasn’t expecting that. “It… it was?”

I brush his bangs back and kiss him again.

He laughs, relieved but wild. “Oh, Reyja, I’m so happy you said that! I’ve, ah, I’ve gotten into trouble before, like this. Ahem. Truly, you’re one in a—”

With so many other things to think about, and activities to occupy me, I’ve forgotten where we are and what we’re supposed to be doing until now. For all I care, we’re the only two people left in Vesuvia. But everything comes crashing back at once when I hear a thump on the library door and, to my horror, the faint murmur of voices outside.

Fuck. Fuck.

Julian hears them a moment after I do and turns gray. I slide off of his lap and he pales even more as the full scope of the damage makes itself known: the creamy stain is very noticeable, smeared down the inside of one thigh. The look on his face says more than he ever could have in the handful of seconds we have to spare.

Because one of the voices in the hall belonged to Portia, but the other was Nadia. And she was asking to be let in.

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[storyunrelated]

Candidate for Completion - Run For It!

Run For It!

After all, the next best thing after actually being able to stand outside in the glorious sunshine is being able to gaze longingly out of the window at someone else who is. Yes? 

Yes.

WHAT

Up! Up! Always up! Never slowing for an instant!

Up! Up! Always up! Never again to befoul our eyes with the sight of what we left behind us!

Yesterday is dust! Tomorrow, the heavens!

Always up!

It is the future. Things are better now than they were because it is the future and in the future things are better.

There is a city. There may be other cities but they do not matter.

In this city life is perfect. All is provided. The city is vast. All anyone might ever want or need is held within. Without? Unimportant. The walls protect those who live in the city from the dangerous world beyond, keeping at bay the storms, the blizzards and those disgusting people who live just outside.

In the city there is an event. It is called the Run. It is meant to happen annually but the list of those who put into the Run (known as ‘Entrants’ while participating, ‘Participents’ once they’ve died and ‘The Winner’ if they’re the winner) is put together by a machine no-one understands, so it happens somewhat randomly.

The list of Entrants is thousands long.

The Run is a series of events wherein which the list of Entrants is whittled down. These events take many forms. All are lethal. All are recorded, broadcast and viewed. Events continue until there is a winner. Then the Run stops.

Then everyone forgets about it and moves onto whatever they can find to entertain them next.

And then it happens again.

And so it was.

WHO

We mean well, we’re just not heavily invested in the results. That’s all.

Originally, in my old version of this before it became longer, all of the characters were deliberately nameless. In this longer version this is not the case, and the idea is for the story - such as it is, being made up of lots of little bits - to be full of characters with odd, random names who are developed enough so that when they die (and they WILL die) it matters just that little bit more. And so it was.

In this the only two that really stick out for me in my mind are an old married couple who inexplicably make it right through all the way to the end and a grandfather and granddaughter who both got entered together, the grandfather making it his mission to ensure his granddaughter gets through alive.

Just so he can fail, obviously.

WHERE

“And here’s one of the Entrants now! So, you’re one event in - how are you feeling?”

The Entrant - a young woman - was wide-eyed, rocking backwards and forwards while staring at nothing, trembling like a leaf. She still had a little dried blood on her face that the hoses hadn’t managed to get off, but it didn’t look like it belonged to her, so it was probably fine.

“I have to go home,” the Entrant muttered, not having heard the question at all. “I have to go home I have to go home. If I win I can go home. If I win I can go home. I just have to win. I win I can go home. And so it was and so it was and so it was and so it was and so it was and so-”

She trailed off, but they’d heard enough.

Always good to see such enthusiasm and positivity at so early a stage.

So where exactly is this story supposed to go?

It actually does - in my head at least - have a beginning, a middle and an end. The beginning consists of some fairly slower bits that exist to convey the mood and function of the world, show the Run being setup, show some of the characters getting puled int.

The middle consists of the events, at which point the bodycount really kicks in.

The end consists of none of it having mattered at all. And so it was.

Bits and pieces of it are done (as evidenced by these quotes) it’s just a case of doing enough to give it structure, seeing what holes remain and then filling those up. Then standing back to, uh, admire the results?

WHY

“You’re a person until it no longer benefits us to consider you as such, at which point you are a problem. Problems are solved, at which point they are forgotten about. At which point we are all much happier.” 

Run For It! exists primarily as a vehicle for me to meditate on and articulate my disgust and contempt for the human race.

In it, people are at best a very basic level of benign and what benevolence does exist is completely smothered by a world run by the greedy on a foundation of the indolent. Most people are lazy, and most others exploit this laziness because exploiting it is easy and rewarding.

The suffering of those Entrants involved in the Run - the Entrants people are watching die - is not especially moving, not unless they’re someone personally connected to the viewer, at which point is becomes important. Otherwise it is not important. No-one cares anyway.

All problems are someone else’s problems and, besides, this is the future so, hey, all those nasty problems are in the past anyway. Things are perfect now and things are the way they are because they are the way they are because they are the way they are. Nothing should change, nothing can change.

The Run doesn’t happen for a reason. It’s not a show put on by the Powers That Be to keep the population distracted from their flagrant corruption - the population are aware of it and are also aware that it’s just the way things are.

The Run doesn’t happen to keep the population cowed or scared - the population doesn’t really care what happens to it, or at least doesn’t care as long as it isn’t happening to them directly.

The Run isn’t some futuristic attempt at poulation control or anything like that. The city continues to rapaciously consume what remains of the planet much like it always has. It doesn’t care.

The Run happens because the Run happens because the Run happens. One time they tried to stop it and people got upset. Because if the Run didn’t happen then it didn’t happen, and that can’t happen because the Run happens.

And so it was.

WELL

Willard did his best to try and disengage and open up his harness, to get out, but his harness had not been designed to do this, and so Willard got and went nowhere. That his efforts became increasingly frantic the closer the flames crept did not help him.

“Let me out,” he said to himself, fingers trying to twist a catch that had been welded shut, fingers cutting themselves when the catch abjectly refused to budge. “Let me out let me out letmeoutletmeoutletmeOUTLETMEOUT!”

I’m not the best judge of these sorts of things but even by my standards I kind of get the feeling that Run For It! isn’t exactly a story to fill people with sunshine and enthusiasm.

Given that the story includes:

 - Cannibalism.  - Weeping teenagers having to hack the heads off their significant others with machetes.  - An ad-emblazoned robot breaking every bone in someone’s body because they asked if they could go to the toilet.  - A man being unable to escape from a burning car because the safety harness is welded shut.  - People being shot in the face.  - Viewers gaining sexual gratification from watching the suffering of strangers.  - A machine that calculates how long the dying will take to die in a hospital so they can be thrown into the gutter and the family charged for whatever time they would have taken up otherwise.  - A man using a very expensive drone to fire very expensive missiles at people who have done nothing wrong and feeling a delicious thrill as he watches them get blown to bits.  - A lot of crying.  - People wetting themselves in terror/because they’re so engrossed by watching strangers suffer they forget to go to the toilet and end up just licking the screen and sitting in their own sodden underpants.  - A man mastubrating while being watched by the corpses of people he just had shot but finding it doesn’t make him as happy as it normally does.

I’m struggling to think of who the audience might be.

Other than, you know, me.

So this one is kind of a pet project more than anything else, really. Oh well.

And so it was.

#Candidate for completion #Run For It! #Amwriting #Writblr #Writeblr #Writing

[multipandombabe]

The only reason for a fight

🍃 here! on the podcast david said the only reason he can imagine for getting in a physical fight is if someone was sexually harassing his girlfriend. so i used that as a prompt for this. also this is long as hell so if anyone actually reads the whole thing you have my heart:

“So are you gonna let me buy you a drink or what?” he asked.

Here you were standing in the shadow of some random stranger, a confident smile on his lips and a drunken brightness in his eyes. He had targeted you right next to the bar’s bathroom as you were walking out. He stopped you with a casual, “Hey, do I know you from somewhere?” and as soon as he had your attention he was talking your ear off. He wanted to know your name, how old you were, what brought you to that bar, what you did for a living, on and on. You could see now that he was just massaging your ego a little before he swooped in with the question he’d been waiting to ask. 

“Oh, sorry, no. I actually have a boyfriend,” you responded awkwardly. You scanned the crowded bar behind him at the mention of your boyfriend, trying desperately to find your escape.

Your eyes finally fell on David’s across the room and he looked at you inquisitively. You returned him a wide-eyed look. A plea for him to come rescue you from this uncomfortable moment. He understood the message and started to shuffle toward you through the fray.

“Oh what, he doesn’t let you drink?” the stranger asked with a patronizing smile. “Are you gonna get in trouble?”

“No,” you laugh feebly, trying to pretend his persistence wasn’t irritating you. “It’s no biggie, just think it would be a little weird.”

At that moment David reached you two. He was being tailed by a drunk Zane and a mostly sober Scotty.

“Speak of the devil,” you laughed, pointing him out to the guy you’d been speaking to. He whirled around to face David, standing quite a few inches over your boyfriend’s 5’10” frame. “This is him? Dude, you’re not taking care of your woman. Where’s her drink?” David rolled his eyes a little, but kept his cool. “Did you want something babe?” he asked, reaching out and placing a hand around your waist. He spun you around so that you stood next to him, facing this outsider in a pair. “Yeah, let’s go grab something,” you suggest, trying to lead the conversation to a natural close. This guy wasn’t about to let you get away that easy though. “Hmm see, you’re not keeping her satisfied man,” his voice shook a little with laughter at the double meaning in his own words. “Maybe I should take her off your hands.” “No thanks,” you quipped. “Alright sweetheart,” he said, hitting the dreaded word with brutal condescension. “Just let me know if you get bored with this guy and need someone who can show you a little fun.” He winked at you. “Yo dude, can you back the fuck off?” David asked. His voice was still calm. He was always level headed at his core, but you could feel the grip on your waist tighten a little. He was pissed, but good at hiding exactly how pissed. You figured you’d have to leave this bar soon after this or David would be staring daggers at this guy all night. “Chill David,” Zane slurred. “We’re all… friendsss here. And we’re just like hanging out so every— everybody relax.” The sight of a drunk Zane trying to mediate the little row made you laugh out loud. “Yeah he’s right, let’s go get that drink,” you giggled. “No more for Zane though. See you around man.” You gave a tiny wave and turned away from the stranger, happy your friends were there to diffuse the tension. The second you had pivoted, though, it seems you were wrong about that being the end of things. “See you baby,” he said and reached out a hand, smacking your ass hard. That motion was like lighting a stick of dynamite. This douchebag had accidentally triggered a Rube Goldberg machine of chaos and David was at the helm of it. When you had turned David’s feet had stayed planted for a split second longer. That was enough time for him to watch the man in front of him reach out and touch his girlfriend. Without warning. Without permission. And without remorse, which was clear from the laughter that painted his face. David swerved around your body, jostling you to the side. In a moment he was in this guy’s face, a venom in his voice you’d never heard before. “You don’t fucking touch her!” David shouted, spit flying out of his mouth at the man in front of him. “Fucking apologize asshole.” “And if I don’t?” he asked. He towered over David. Not only was he taller, but he was built too. David’s slender gait was no physical match for him. You could tell he knew this and to him there was no threat in provoking David. He was just having fun. “Or I’ll fucking kick your ass pussy,” David spat. “Yeah, I’d love to see that,” the stranger responded, laughing. You could see why he found the situation so funny. David had no chance in hell against him and a deep fear suddenly blared up your spine. “Dave, Dave please,” you tugged at him desperately. “It’s not worth it.” You really wanted to scream, “Look at him! He could kill you if he wanted to,” but you didn’t want to crush your boyfriend’s already bruised ego. You kept pulling, but it was no use. David wound back one of his hands, bound in a fist, and socked the stranger right across the face. He flinched. The punch surprised him, but he just shook it off and returned one to David. Unfortunately, the impact was much greater. So much greater that David was already laying face down on the floor by the time your brain registered everything and a scream left your mouth. You were blinded by your adrenaline and shock in the next moments. Time seemed to come in waves instead of linearity now. It felt like you were watching your own body instead of participating. Like you were lightheaded and drunk. Each moment kept hitting you without expectation. You were on your knees, rolling David over to face upward. You were shaking him and he was blinking up at you in confusion. You felt Scotty accidentally kick your arm when he lunged to hold the man who attacked David back. The bouncers were on you, yelling about you guys getting the fuck out of there if you’re gonna behave like that. You were outside sitting on the curb examining David’s face. You traced the bruise along his jawline and you both winced. He held the tissue from your purse to his face to catch the blood falling from his nose and mouth. Suddenly you were in the backseat of an Uber, unsure of how you’d gotten there. You didn’t realize you were crying until a tear rolled into your mouth. “It’s okay,” David said, his voice muffled by the tissue. “I’m honestly alright y/n.” You were coming to your senses now and you drew in a few sharp breaths, trying to calm down. You assessed the situation. Scott was in the front passenger seat of the car, an uneasy look on his face. Zane was seated directly behind him in the back, with you in the middle seat and David behind the driver. “Me?” you asked, realizing suddenly how embarrassed you were to be crying. You wiped your tears. “Baby your face is…” you trailed off. You weren’t sure what you were supposed to say. You didn’t want to rub it in. “You should see the other guy,” he joked. “Oh baby, he’s fine. Believe me,” Zane threw back. They shared a laugh. David pulled the tissue off his face and jammed it in his pocket. “Look bleedings gone anyway,” he shrugged. A bit of dried blood was plastered across his bruised cheek, but otherwise he was right. “My thumb hurts more than my face,” he whined. “You’re not supposed to tuck your thumbs in when you punch someone David,” Scott said from the front seat. He was starting to relax a little too after hearing the other two boys joking around. “You’re lucky you didn’t break your own thumb on top of being knocked on your ass.” Everyone laughed. You tried to smile too but your face just tightened into a grimace. “I’m really fine,” David said, but you weren’t convinced. The boys spent the rest of the ride with their vlog cameras on David, re-enacting the story. They embellished it with jokes, something about David versus Goliath, and gave the viewers a tour of the damage along David’s chin. You knew he was over the whole thing. He was hyped on the adrenaline and the fact that he was getting content. You couldn’t move on so quickly though. It wasn’t just the pain that you guessed was probably making his head throb. It was the potential assault charge thy could’ve happened. It was the DACA situation. It was the fear that the little punch could’ve turned into a much bigger problem if things were slightly different. The thought that you caused this just kept panging in your head over and over. When you finally got to David’s house you were in full nurse mode. You had him sitting on his bathroom counter, a bag of frozen veggies stuck to his cheek as you used a wet washcloth to gently wipe the blood from his lips. Zane and Scott were long gone and it was just the two of you. You finished cleaning him up, pulled the makeshift ice pack away from his face, and stepped back to look at him. “David,” you winced. “It’s so bad.” He twisted his torso around to look at himself in the mirror over the counter. “Nah, it’s not that bad. I think it looks kinda badass actually. Now people know not to fuck with me.” At that you sighed and dropped your head against his shoulder. He wasn’t going to let you feel guilty. It wasn’t his nature, but nonetheless you felt like you were crumbling. “Come on, look at me.” he said, putting a finger under your chin and lifting your head. “I’m alright. Deadass. I swear, okay?” You nodded feebly. “But fuck David. That could’ve been so much worse. You can’t just react like that cause some dickhead is messing with you.” “Not messing with me,” he shook his head. “Messing with you. No one gets to touch you but me.” He dropped his hands from your face and slide them around your ass, lifting you toward him a little. He knew you loved when he held your ass when you were making out or he was fucking you. He was trying his best to melt the tension in you. “It’s not worth it,” you tried to counter. “It is worth it. It’s the only thing that’s worth it. That motherfucker deserves to get his ass beat. I really wish I could’ve fucked him up but I tried my best.” He laughed half-heartedly. You tried to smile back him. Although the swelling in his lip was finally going down and his black t-shirt masked the blood that had spilled, you could still see the carnage fresh in your mind. You leaned forward and kissed him as softly as you could. Just a peck on the lips. An apology. But he was too indulgent for his own good as always and he leaned into it. His lips parted, kissing you deeper until he pulled back with a distraught look on his face. He shook it off quickly. “David,” you chastised. “I’m fine,” he shrugged off your concern and went to lean in again. You pulled away. You weren’t about to let him hurt himself again. You placed your hands on his knees and slowly snaked them up his thighs. You had suddenly thought of a better way to apologize. Your hand reached where his dick was resting inside his jeans and you glided your hand slowly back and forth over it. “Can I try and make you feel better? Please baby?” you whispered, looking directly in his eyes. He just whimpered and nodded. With painstaking slowness you reached for his belt buckle, undoing it and letting it clatter loudly on the bathroom floor. “Pants down,” you said sternly and he obliged you. He lifted his butt off the counter and shimmied his jeans to his ankles. You could see his dick stiffening in his boxers and you took one last glance up at him. He was so pretty, even when he was disheveled like this. His jaw was imbued with a deep purple, which was mixing with the darkness of his five o’clock shadow. His lip was split a little on one side. His hair was a mess. He smelled like sweat and blood. Even so, he radiated charm and smirked back at you as if inviting you to continue despite the mess. You placed kisses along his thighs, starting at his knee and working toward the hem of his underwear. You finally inserted your fingers into the waistband of his boxers and pulled his dick free. You paced yourself with the process. You started by licking a circle around the head, letting a little spit drip from your mouth to wet the shaft. His whole body twitches under you at the sensation. His fingers gripped the edge of the counter, turning his knuckles white. “Don’t tease me baby,” he winced. You took him in your mouth slowly, letting a little laugh echo from your throat. The vibration around his cock made him lose his grip on the counter and lace his fingers in your hair. You let him catch his breath for a minute, taking his dick out of your mouth and looking up at him. He gulped and let go of your hair, returning his hands to the counter. “I like having your hands in my hair,” you reassured him. “I like feeling how badly you want it.” You maintained eye contact as you dipped down to the base of his cock and ran your flattened tongue from base to tip. Tired of teasing, you took all of him that you could fit into your mouth. Your hand worked the rest of the way in matched rhythm. His hands found your hair again and he helped guide you up and down as you sucked his dick. “Baby, right there. Please don’t fucking stop. Please baby. Please.” His words just made you moan along his cock. He bucked his hips upwards unintentionally. “Sorry! Shit that feels so fucking good. Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck.” He tried to stop himself from completely facefucking you, although you weren’t making it easy on him. You pulled his dick out of your mouth entirely, licked up the side once more before deepthroating him. You pulled up instantly, as it wasn’t your strong suit, earning a little gag and a trail of spit. He breathed out heavily, appreciating the effort, and throwing his head back against the mirror. “Fuck. You feel so good baby. Fuck. Fuck,” was all he could mumble. You used your own spit to jerk him off for a second before returning him to your mouth. You felt his fingernails dig into your scalp a little. “You’re gonna make me cum y/n.” He warned you. You sucked harder, letting him know where you wanted it to go. His cock twitched in your mouth as he understood your movements. “Fuck,” he was nearly yelling at this point. “I’m gonna cum. Please don’t stop.” You milked the last few seconds for all they were worth until you felt his release fill your mouth. He shuddered through his orgasm and let out a loud moan. His breathing was fast and shallow as he leaned back against the mirror. You let him catch his breath while you kissed his dick once, mostly for your own benefit, and then kissed his thighs, knees, wrists, and fingers. Every surface you could see earned a kiss. “How was that?” you asked. “Amazing babygirl,” he panted. “Feel better.” “Oh definitely.”

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[mmacabrera]

Opportunities we had lost || part 3

chapter 3: glorious opportunity

summary: She was Goldie O’Gilt, she didn’t wait for opportunities anymore. She made them if it was necessary and she took them without letting go of even one bit. She could have this, if she didn’t have this when she was younger, maybe she could have this now. Goldie O’Gilt took what she wanted, this woman was no exception.

character/ships: m’ma cabrera/goldie o’gilt.

word count: 4224

n/a: Reincarnation!AU, resolved unresolved sexual/romantic tension, bamf adult ladies, made up backstories, some guns but they’re never used, well umm kinda, injuries, pining, kissing, visit my tumblr for my masterpost page of this fic.

Gloria threw the folder on the table, the slapping sound making Goldie immediately turn around on the couch, her hands behind her head. She had been watching absorbedly at the ceiling, intense expression on her face. The expression was gone now, replaced with a confident smile and playful eyes, as nothing had happened. Gloria just gestured to her to move so she could sit down.

Goldie finally sat down and moved. “So, how can I help you, dear officer?”

Gloria sat down hard on the couch and looked at her straight in the eye. “How did you know Victoria and me were related?”

Goldie stopped smiling but there was some kind of hope reflecting out of her eyes now. “What? What are you talking about?”

Gloria opened the folder and held the first picture. She didn’t even want to see it but the question that she had been holding onto for months finally got out. “Is this the Victoria you know?”

Goldie’s eyes were now wide open and she snatched the picture out of her hand, gasping. She didn’t need to see the picture again to know what Goldie was seeing.

Gloria did have reasons to freak out every time she saw that photograph of that girl’s portrait.

After all, that girl’s face was her own.

Or, at least, it looked almost exactly like hers.

Her face was younger but harsher. Her hair was longer, delicate and well cared at the same time that looked untamed and wild.

But what really threw her off, more than the similarities, more than those unreliable feelings, were her eyes. Her eyes were different in a way that wasn’t physical.

Black eyes that looked directly at the viewer, piercing and determinate.

Gloria was so sure those were her exact same eyes, but there was something that made her breathing harder when she stared at them. There was an intensity that she felt she couldn’t keep up with. Some unspoken hardship, some unspoken truth, some unspoken will to what? To live? To fight? To transcend, maybe? She looked way ahead of her like she had made a decision that she was really determined to live up to.

Some unspoken promise that Gloria had to know about.

But that was impossible. Of course. How she could know anything about this woman? Less about a promise she did.

Gloria didn’t know why, but since the day that she saw that one particular picture, her feelings regarding Goldie seemed even more confusing than before. That feeling in the back of her mind recoiled and expanded wildly every time she tried to regard it. And now that Goldie was there? It positively was starting to hurt.

Goldie’s face was a poem. She looked confused, an incredulous expression on her while she looked at the picture. At some point, she started to look at her and then at the picture. Gloria raised a brow at some point, because really, how many times did she need to see the picture and then at her again? She understood she was surprised but considering she was the one insisting she was Victoria maybe she shouldn’t be as incredulous.

Goldie got up suddenly, signaling her with the picture accusingly, surprising her with a betrayed face that Gloria didn’t know how to deal with. She screamed at her, “I knew it! You’re Victoria!”

Gloria got up too by impulse at the scream, ignoring her common sense of not starting a fight. “The hell I am! We’ve been over this already! And don’t scream at me!”

Goldie groaned, she seemed to think better of it and threw her hands up in frustration accompanied by an exasperated noise. “Ok! Maybe you’re not her.” Goldie complied, not exactly calm but definitely not screaming again. She still had a weird betrayed face on her. “But you’re related, right? You say so yourself, is she like your great-grandma or something?”

Gloria sat down again with a grunt, caressing the middle of her beak. “We aren’t related by blood, genius. Or, at least I hope so,” she sighed, almost talking to herself that last part. “Fucking sit down, you’re making me nervous.”

Goldie blinked at her, confused. She sat down as she told her at least. The picture still firmly in her grasp. “What do you mean not by blood? You look the same.”

“I know, you don’t need to remind me. And before I answer that, you have to answer me something first. How old are you?”

“Oh, that? Now?”

“Yeah, that. Because, that woman?" she said, signaling the picture Goldie had in her hands. "Obviously lived in the 1860s or something and you don’t look over your forties so you better explain how do you know her.”

Goldie snorted, looking at her. “Really? That’s all you wanna know?”

Gloria shrugged, her brow furrowed. “No, but it’s a start.”

“Ok, ok. I’m like, with exactitude, one hundred thirty-two years old? Maybe, do you have a calculator?”

Gloria blinked at her and then let her head fell into the couch, looking at the ceiling with an incredulous expression. “Oh Jesús Bendito, my boss was right.”

“Yeah, I answered you already, are you gonna explain me-?”

Gloria continued freaking out, ignoring her. “You’re over one hundred years and you look like that!?”

Goldie rolled her eyes. “Yeah, the Fountain of Youth comes handy for that. Now, about Victoria-“

“The Fountain of what now!?”

Goldie groaned, exasperated. “We don’t have time for you losing it, Gloria. How the hell are you and Victoria related? Apart from the obvious and uncanny physical resemblance.”

“Yeah, I…I think my head hurts, give me a second.”

“Yeah, there are rumors that that happens to people that don’t use their brains too much.”

Gloria looked at her with the most tired expression she could give her, Goldie just smiled, signaling to the folder, edging her on opening it.

Gloria grunted, sitting upright again. “Ok, you win. But I don’t really know how we are related. I just know that we are. I actually hoped that you, that you knew.”

She sighed, taking the other pictures out of the folder and showing them to Goldie. She took them immediately and looked at them with attention. Now those were real photographs of the moment. Black and white, sepia and color photographs, two women always together, sometimes there was a man, sometimes there was a little girl. But the two women were always together in every picture, there was a real feeling to them, something domestic that Gloria could understand and relate to. One of those women was Victoria. They didn’t freak her out as bad and that feeling in the back of her mind? It felt more like hers than anything else. Still foreign, but a relatable one.

Goldie looked at every picture with a mixed expression, confusion, and nerves colliding in her eyes. “Who are these people?”

“My family.”

“You said-.”

“I know what I say, just…let me explain. Give me one of the pictures were the four are together.”

Goldie looked for one immediately and gave it to her. Gloria put the picture on the table and then signaled to the little duckling, she looked happy, with a big smile taking all her face, each little fluffy gray hand taking one of the women’s. “This is my great-grandma.”

Then she signaled to the man, a sturdy but short white duck with an easy expression. One of his hands were on the shoulder of the woman that wasn’t Victoria. He had a wedding ring. “This is my great-great-grandfather, Julio Lozano, and this one,” she said next, signaling a black duck with a beautiful face, she had a soft-spoken expression and her head rested tenderly on Victoria’s shoulder, “is my great-great-grandmother, Mercedes Cabrera.”

Goldie raised a brow at her. “So? The only thing I’m getting from this is that your great-great-grandmother was pretty hardcore on keeping the Cabrera name alive since you’re a Cabrera too.”

Gloria tried not to snort but she did let a smug smile slide on her face. “Yeah, I know, this is the part that really interests you. Your dearest Victoria,” she continued, signaling to Victoria. She looked calm and gorgeous like she always did, that always ever present self-assured smile on her face looked now indulgent and trusting. Goldie sighed.

Gloria took some other papers out of the folder. They looked old and boring. It was a contract, a certificate of change of name “I dug a little deeper and found that she was my great-great-grandmother’s companion, business partner, teacher and later on my great-grandma’s teacher. But that’s all I have, no more records, no certificate of birth, no certificate of death, no more photos. These are the only things I could find about her. And they were from my family. It’s like…she disappeared after that.”

Goldie inspected the contract and the certificate of the change of name. She furrowed her brow, some detail taking her attention then she took the pictures, the ones were her great-great-grandmother and Victoria were together.

Goldie asked with an uncertain voice like she didn’t want to ask at all, and less of all, she didn’t want an answer. “Were they together? Is that why she changed her name to Cabrera?”

“Oh, that.” Gloria took the papers from her, looking over them. And yes there it was, Victoria Flores Silva to Victoria Cabrera. “I thought that too. They definitely didn’t seem like just business partners or companions on those pictures.”

Goldie showed her one picture have Victoria hugging her great-great-grandmother from behind with a pretty romantic smile. No great-great-grandpa in sight. “No shit, Sherlock.”

“Fuck off, Watson.” Gloria snatched the picture out of her grasp. “It’s just a theory anyway, and even then, I still don’t know anything about Victoria. My family never talked about her even when they have this stuff about her, but they did talk about my great-great-parents and my great-grandma, if she was so related to us I don’t know why they wouldn’t talk about her.”

Goldie groaned, looking at all the pictures in desperation. She took a deep breath and a sobered expression took over her face.

Gloria was still trying to fight that feeling in the back of her mind that edge her to do a bunch of actions without reason at all. That expression Goldie just made her feel guilty like she had just hurt her. She wanted to apologize but for what? For Victoria apparently moving on with her great-great-grandma? It wasn’t Gloria’s fault.

And yet.

Goldie turned to her, a serious expression on her face. “Why did you look for these? We only saw each other for one time, you could have easily brushed off our encounter. Excuse me saying that I was just hallucinating or something. Why look for these things? Why find out about this now?”

Gloria wanted answers to those question too, she could admit that she thought that maybe having confirmation that this was Victoria could somewhat clear the fog of those feelings of familiarity mixed with an unknown that wasn’t part of her normal. Honestly, all of this only made the hurt worse. She still didn’t know shit about Victoria. But her name resonated in her mind like a part of her. She hated not knowing something about herself. She had never doubted who she was until now.

She decided to just tell Goldie. She let her mouth run out, almost everything pouring out of her.

“When I first saw you, I started feeling weird and you calling me Victoria just finally fucked me up, I started having these, these weird feelings every time I thought about you and you calling me Victoria, like I had known you before, like you had called me that before, but that’s like, impossible, right? Like there was something else I had to know about it. It wouldn’t leave my mind at all and then… then I found this stuff between the things mi’amá brought from Cuba when I was cleaning the apartment and well, it freaked me out.”

“I actually wanted to ignore it because it freaked me out. But they got worse when I saw that photograph of Victoria’s portrait and I just, I had to know, you know? But now, I’m even more confused. I don’t know why I feel like this and Victoria isn’t even related to me by blood. Why did you have to come and turn my world upside down? Why do I feel like this?”

She didn’t even realize but she was now up and walking around her couch, frustrated and angry. She sounded bitter, and she kinda was.

She had enough dealing with her recent divorce and her chaotic mess of a schedule and Fenton and groceries and saving up to pay for taxes and bills and Fenton’s school and she wanted a house too! Why Life have to throw her now what? An identity crisis? Some existential bullshit she didn’t even have to deal with when she was a teenager? Was that why? She didn’t have an existential crisis when she was a teen so she was having it now? There was no other explanation for this crap.

“That’s probably because you are her reincarnation.”

Except maybe that one.

Gloria laughed hard, the absurdity of the comment taking her completely by surprise and distracting her from her own self-loathing. She looked at Goldie, still laughing. But Goldie was serious, not an ounce of humor in her face. Gloria stopped laughing immediately, incredulous.

“Oh por Dios Bendito, you’re serious.”

Goldie talked again, this time more firmly, getting up and walking to her. “You heard me. You are her reincarnation.”

“I’m her what now?” Gloria looked at her like he had grown a second head. She snorted at the next second, she couldn’t believe what she was hearing this. “Goldie, look you can’t, as old as you say or whatever, but you can’t really pretend that I going to believe in some bullshit like reincarnation. I’m not Jesús!”

“That’s resurrection, genius. I’m talking about reincarnation. She died, you were born.”

“I don’t care, it's bullshit.”

“Then tell me, officer,” she asked, defiantly. “How the hell do you explain that you look exactly like her? How else do you explain that you feel like you know me? If it’s not reincarnation, what is it?”

Gloria stayed silent, stubbornly so. She refused to acknowledge that it had to do something with resurrection. Because if it was reincarnation, who was her then? Did that mean that her feelings, her actions, her history wasn’t hers? If she was Victoria, what did that mean for her?

The feeling of her world going upside down was a completely unsolicited one. She had always known who she was, she had always felt certain of her feelings, of what to do. It had been her normal to act as her mind say at the moment that it said. But with these feelings that didn’t feel hers, with this pain in the back of her mind, she felt anxious and undefined, not knowing how to react to any of this.

Goldie seemed to think better of it, sighing softly and taking her face between her hands. Gloria stayed quiet, an uncertain expression in her face. “You say you have feelings for me, something that you can’t explain. What are those feelings?”

“Goldie-”

“Tell me.”

It sounded commendably soft for something that actually felt so authoritative.

Gloria gulped, the back of her mind screaming and recoiling. Something that boiled in her veins that she couldn’t explain nor wanted to, a mix of attraction and longing that she couldn’t control.

She felt desperate, to do what? She didn’t know exactly, a feeling she had not welcome into her stabbed her heart again and again, and now that Goldie was there, in front of her with a familiar face that shouldn’t be familiar, the feeling wounded her heart harder. She felt like she had not seen Goldie in a century, even if she knew it had been only months. Hell, only hours. She felt the need to snatch her up by the waist and kiss her instead of whatever they were doing right now.

But that was illogical, and she couldn’t be driven by illogical impulses like that.

Every reasonable thought in her demanded distance between them, demanded distrust. But, that something was having none of it.

“Mierda…” Gloria looked to the ground, still insecure about the whole thing. “I’m sorry.”

Goldie hummed, sounding amused. “Why for?”

Gloria scoffed, frustrated. “I had no fucking idea, for my great-great-grandma getting on with Victoria? The hell I know, I just saw your face, all sad and I just feel sorry, ok?”

Goldie let out a deep breath and then she let out a soft laugh, it sounded patronizing. Gloria still couldn’t see her in the face.

“It’s that all? That’s all that has been eating you away?” No, that isn’t all, she thought, the desire to just kiss her still there but she didn’t want to deal with that now. Not with Goldie. “What more are you feeling, officer?”

She changed the subject, a cowardice she didn’t know she had taking over her mind. “Why did you come here anyway? To annoy me? Because I’m feeling very annoyed right now.” Goldie snorted. “You said you came here for something and you wouldn’t leave until you did, so what is it?”

Goldie looked at her like she knew she was avoiding the subject. She didn’t let her. “Oh, that. Well, it was mostly to confirm some things, but now that I did, your feelings sound more interesting…” Goldie sent her a look. Her emerald eyes sending her into a spiral. She knew that look like she had been seeing it her whole life. There were desire and want and longing.

She felt that too.

Goldie walked up to her until she was pretty close, their beaks almost meeting. Gloria felt shivers and chills through her body, the feeling young and far away but strong in its own way.

Just do it, she thought, not avoiding her gaze, staring in those greens intently. She didn’t know from where exactly that thought came from. The situation felt familiar, her mind screaming an order she couldn’t understand when Goldie put her hands in her shirt.

“Well, feeling annoyed is a feeling, all right. What are you gonna do about it, officer?”

Yeah, what are you gonna do now, officer Cabrera? Are you a coward?

She knew exactly what she wanted to do now, and she was no coward. She was tired of being held down by this confusion and this strange fearfulness that wasn’t hers. Goldie was beautiful and confusing and just there. And her mind screamed for release, who was she to deny it now?

“Just, this,” and she closed the distance, kissing her hard, with all her might. Her fingers losing themselves in blond hair. Her mind finally shutting up.

The peace she had been looking for finally there.

.

I wish I was in Dawson, Victoria thought, waiting angrily in an empty room of her house for the man that had asked for her hand in marriage.

She felt angered. She felt incomplete. The beautiful Spanish night didn’t relax her anymore, her always warm house didn’t feel as welcoming as always and her own room felt like a trap. She had felt like this for weeks now, she didn’t know what to do with these emotions except writing letters to Goldie that she didn’t feel brave enough to send.

The frustration was eating her inside out. She could have so easily kissed her, it wouldn’t have mattered at all at that point. She was going far away from her, who knew if she could see her again, it was only a step, a single action. She was such a coward, she wanted to kiss her until she couldn’t breathe.

She yearned, wanted, longed.

She wished she could reset her life again only to be able to do that simple thing. She wished she could hold onto her and never let go.

The voice of a man interrupted her thoughts. “Good morning, I hope I’m not interrupting anything. That’s a pretty sad face you got there. Something wrong, señorita Victoria? We could do this meeting any other day, I’ve got no problem with that.”

Victoria sighed, feeling her patience on thin ice. She turned around with the most serious face she could muster and greeted the man. “Good morning, Señor Cabrera. And don’t worry, I prefer to get this out of the way finally. It’s a pleasure to see you, by the way.”

Mr. Cabrera, seemingly not believing her one bit, keep on smiling, patronizingly so. Victoria hated it. “Good to hear that, then I think you may be wondering why I asked for this meeting.”

Cut the crap, old man, we both know why.

“And no, it’s no, it’s not for your hand in marriage, like your parents and you are probably thinking.”

Victoria blinked, confused and forgetting her anger for a moment. She dropped her serious act in a second. “Wait, what?”

“I’m actually here to propose you something else. Well, more like someone else.”

Victoria rolled her eyes, disappointment and anger came to her again. She couldn’t believe she actually thought it was something else. “If it’s your son then-.”

“It’s my daughter, actually.” Victoria shut her mouth immediately, not knowing what to say. Mr. Cabrera kept smiling, not dropping his easy-going demeanor for a second.

“To, to marry her?” She asked with a traitorous timid voice, completely incredulous of what she was hearing.

“Well, no. That would be illegal, really.” Victoria wondered if legality was the only thing stopping this man from proposing his daughter to her in marriage. “There’s a rumor around town that you’re the most knowledgeable woman that Spain has ever seen.”

She was no woman, not yet, not with only fifteen. But Victoria, proudly, didn’t waste a second to confirm it. “I am.”

Mr. Cabrera let out a rich and charming laugh. “And humble too, apparently.” Victoria shrugged, a genuine smug smile breaking through her face, she was starting to feel at ease with him. “I was wondering if you could be my daughter’s teacher and companionship. She is my only heir since my wife died and honestly, I’m not looking for another.”

“A wife or an heir?” she asked, doubtfully.

“Both,” he replied with ease. “I was hoping you would say yes, she is shy and I don’t trust the teachers around here, they don’t want to teach women.”

“Oh, I know.”

Mr. Cabrera hummed, appreciatively. “I bet you do. You understand that world better than me. She will carry the Cabrera’s name and pass it down, I’m pretty sure of it. She is at least really hard about that subject.”

“You mean if you’re lucky to find a man that would accept to carry a woman’s name or let their progenies have it instead of his.”

“Ah, señorita Victoria, you’re killing me with these answers. Would you accept or not?”

Victoria snorted. “I…” There was something in the back of her mind that told her that teaching another girl sounded like a betrayal. She paid it no mind. She didn’t know if she could put the past in the past, but this was a step. It wasn’t a bad deal. “I can. But I have to inform my parents.”

“I actually would like to talk with your parents personally if you don’t mind."

Victoria smiled, this time with more honesty. “They’ll be thrilled.”

“I sure hope so. But now, my daughter has been waiting for your approval, I’m gonna present her to you in this instant.”

“Wait, now?”

“Yes, of course! What better time to start than right now? Daughter of mine, come here!”

Victoria tried not to laugh at this man, especially when his beautiful daughter stepped in. She was almost exactly like her father, black jet feathers that looked soft to the touch and beautiful black eyes. She held herself with little confidence. Definitely Goldie’s opposite.

Mr. Cabrera smiled and grabbed his daughter by her shoulder with proudness. “Señorita Victoria, this is my daughter, Mercedes. Mercedes, Victoria. Now, if you excuse me, ladies, I’m gonna do some business.”

And he got out there like a breeze, Victoria finally couldn’t hold it down more and laughed heartedly. “Your father sure is an impatient man.”

The young Cabrera laughed. Her voice was heavenly. She looked a little embarrassed but seemed to have a lot of affection for her father, if that little look she threw in his direction was anything to get by.

“He is a good father. I’m thankful to you for accepting, he has been talking about you for a while very excitedly.”

“Has he?”

She nodded. Victoria was thinking that she was going to like this family very much. “Anyways, would you like to start your lessons now?”

She seemed surprised. “Now?”

“Didn’t he say that what better time to start than now?”

She laughed again and Victoria thought that she may be okay after all. Even if the feelings in the back of her mind told her otherwise. “I think these lessons are gonna be a pleasure with someone with such humor.”

“The pleasure is gonna be mine. Really.”

Im not promising shit, im gonna die from it lmao not even when im 100% sure im gonna do it, i end not doing it lmao anyways, have some kisses and misteries about vic.

#ducktales #ducktales 2017 #cabroldie #m'ma cabrera #goldie o'gilt #toddy writes #toddy was here #reincarnation au

[theladyfangs]

Reflections Part 2/ The Other

Gabriel 1/ A Storm In The Ocean

Gabriel I

Mycelium works in mysterious ways. He’d learned that through observing Paul Stamets. He’d learned that this network, used as a weapon of destruction in his universe, could also give life elsewhere.

Gabriel chuckles low, dark. Unhappy.

He was so close. Close to having it all—his revenge, his victory, his empire, and her.

But she refused to come.

Georgiou had gotten to her once again, this time, turning her against him. Michael hadn’t even let him explain.

Now he’s trapped—neither living nor dead, but caught between.

A sword through the back. But the twist—came from her, as she’d stepped aside as he reached for her, letting him fall into the light.

He saw his own death approach in blinding brilliance, and when he woke up, he was here.

Wherever here, is.

“Serves you right, you rat bastard,” Hugh says, coming to stand next to him and crossing his arms as they both look down at the scenes below. “Everything you touch, you destroy.”

“I wasn’t the one who killed you,” he throws back tartly. “But believe me, if I could now…”

They both know the threat is empty.

“Is this what it’s like?” He asks, quieter now, the mask of bluster fading as he watches Michael pet her tribble.

It’s how he spends his time now. Simply watching her. Watching over her. Still trying, even in death, to protect her when he’s failed to do so twice now. The only comfort is that this time, it was his life that was taken, not hers. At least he managed that.

He watches her walk the corridors of Discovery quietly, the pet in her arms. And he watches her at work—on the bridge, engineering. He sees her when she’s asleep, but his heart hurts when she tosses, and he knows it’s not restful. He can see everyone and everything that goes on there—the entire crew of the Discovery, but it is Michael he focuses on the most. The place where his attention never wavers.

“Always,” Hugh says. Gabriel knows the doctor does the exact same thing. Only, he watches over Paul. Watches, as his husband walks into a room that housed two people, but is now home to only one. He watches as his lover stares at the bed but is unable to bring himself to lie in it. And he watches as Paul does as he’s had the past few weeks, and turns to the couch, sleeping curled up and alone.

The temperature around them falls, and Lorca looks up and around as the place they’re in darkens.

“What is that?” he asks.

Hugh turns. “A storm is coming.” He points.

Below them, the Discovery sails on, oblivious to the gathering of ionized particles beginning to spark and churn in the distance. Separate from them, Gabriel and Hugh are the left behind.

“Her absence is like the sky, spread over everything,” Gabriel says, to himself.

“I thought you hated poetry,” Hugh turns to look at him, surprised.

“C.S. Lewis,” Gabriel says absently.

 A Storm In the Ocean

The only option is escape. The storm is too strong for the old freighter to manage. Cracks in the painted-over rust begin to crawl up the ship’s walls, revealing the extent of the decay. They are all dying creatures here. He learned to embrace it a while ago, how to survive while teetering on the edge. Gabriel Lorca learned how to survive.

The alarms begin to sound as the ship starts to break up, the storm raging outside.

“Abandon ship,” he gives the order.

The crew scrambles, taking with them what they can—mostly intelligence files.

He watches from the bridge, holding the ‘Lisbeth, as steady as he can as the pods take off, each carrying a soul. The crew complement is dropping…

35…30…24…21…17…16…10…6…4….1…A flash of light streaks across the front viewer and the Lisbeth trembles violently, a loud, yawning sound that he knows, can’t be good…

“Captain, we’re at a safe distance, sir. Evacuate…evacuate…”

His XO’s voice comes through on the conn. But Lorca is tired. And he thinks now is as good a time to die as any.

“No can do, Xhian,” he says calmly. “Take care. Keep up the fight,”

Because he’s done with it.

Another bolt, this time, hitting its target. The electricity begins to course through the ship, snapping circuits, frying wires,

“It’s been a good ride, my lady,” Lorca pats the ship’s conn. Waiting.

He sees it as it comes, and as the light approaches, he stretches his arms wide, embracing it. .

.

“You’re awake.”

He opens his eyes and sits up quickly in the bio bed glaring at a man in white medical Starfleet-issue scrubs.

“Who the hell are you, and where am I?”

“I’m Hugh Culber, and as for the where, well that part’s complicated,” the man tells him, taking a step back.

“Trust me, at this stage of the game, I doubt anything would surprise me,” Lorca grouses, getting down from the bed.

“Yeah well…about that,” Culber says, right as the doors to sickbay open. Lorca’s eyes go to where Hugh’s are looking and he comes face-to-face with…himself.

Now he knows for sure that he’s dead

“You son-of-a-bitch,” he mutters crossing his arms. “How the hell did you get here?”

“I died,” Gabriel tells him.

“Took you long enough,” Lorca says, bitterly. “You know how much of your shit I had to deal with in your universe?”

“Yeah, well, yours ain’t much better, buddy.”

Hugh looks between the two of them and just shakes his head, moving back.

The two Gabriels glare at each other, angrily.

“Look—Captain Lorca, I get you’re angry. None of us volunteered to be here, but” Culber looks to Gabriel. “I think you two have some things to discuss. And for the record, sir,” he can’t help but call Lorca ‘sir,’ “unlike us, you are not dead. Just passing through.”

.

.

Gabriel rubs his temples, growing annoyed with himself. No, really. Lorca is an asshole. And his patience is getting thin. But when Lorca accuses him of murdering Michael, it’s the final straw.

“I didn’t kill her!” He yells, turning on himself. “How dare you judge me, you don’t know shit about me!”

“Oh, I know enough,” Lorca tells him. “You betray your emperor, you take her daughter, and you murder her, stage a coup and I get to spend the past year on the run for the crimes of a traitor.”

They argue over this. Back-and-forth, back-and-forth.

“So what about you?” Gabriel challenges. “What about Katrina?” After all, turnabout is fair play.

At the name, Lorca’s eyes get flinty. “What did you do to her?”

Gabriel smirks.  “Only what she wanted me to do.”

Lorca is first to swing, his fist finding Gabriel’s face. A face so much like his own. But it’s pointless. Really. They’re equally matched and trade body blows and kicks until they collapse, both breathing hard, exhausted and feeling like defeated men.

“I loved Katrina,” Lorca says defensively, feeling the burn behind his eyes at the mention of her name. “If you hurt her…”

“YOU hurt her,” Gabriel pants out. “Admit it. All those years you went—kept pushing it off, pushing it back…delaying it. If you wanted her, you should have said something decades ago.  THEN you get mad when she asks for five more years? You had 25! Don’t think I don’t know. You made it all so clear in your personal logs. So who is more wrong? I adored my Michael. I treated her like the queen she was MEANT to be, and you don’t know the cost…” at that, even Gabriel stops, not able to bring himself to say the other thing.

It gets quiet as they stare up into nothingness.

“What do I need to know before I go back,” Lorca says, voice low. Will I be arrested on-sight for some shit YOU did?”

“Depends,” Gabriel tells him, honestly. “You’re crew may not be too happy to see you.”

His crew. At that, Lorca turns his head. “You were on the Buran? What did you do to my crew?” He asks, with a sick feeling in his gut, knowing he won’t like the answer.

“You saw what happened to you when you got to my universe,” Gabriel says, voice flat. “I did what I had to do to survive in yours.”

There’s a fresh wave of anger-fueled adrenaline and at the words Lorca moves fast, jumping on Gabriel and wrapping his hands around his own neck, squeezing tight.

“You sick, son-of-a-bitch,” he growls, the grip tightening as the knuckles begin to show under the skin. He squeezes, watching as Gabriel’s face turns red, then gradually darker, the blood rushing to eyes so much like his own, tinting them red. His counterpart, gags, thrashing, hands gripping his own but the grip doesn’t break and he watches with icy calm as gradually, Gabriel’s body stops thrashing, the hands around his stop clawing, the breathing stops…and finally, the imposter goes limp and Lorca is left to stand, dazedly, his own heart in his throat, looking down on what remains of himself.

His crew. Dead. Murdered, and the last face they likely saw, he knows, was his.

The nausea hits immediately, sending him stumbling, reeling and he turns away from Gabriel’s body and begins heaving. Nothing but bile. After a moment of this, he slumps against a wall and slides down, wearier and heavier than he’s ever been before. Lorca closes his eyes. Maybe this really is death, he thinks. So be it.

Hugh comes in and looks on in disapproval at both Gabriel Lorcas lying on the floor, bloodied and beaten.

“Time’s up, Captain,” he says, breaking Lorca out of his despair.              

“Up for what?” Lorca asks.

At that, Gabriel’s eyes open and he gets to his feet, rubbing his neck. “Fuck, that hurt,” he rasps then, at the look of shock on Lorca’s face, starts to laugh. It turns into a hacking cough.

Hugh ignores him. “You should be going now,” he tells Lorca. “Just thank your lucky ion storms you won’t be stuck here, with him. Follow me.”

The doctor reaches a hand down and the captain takes it, allowing himself to be pulled up. The two men start walking to the door, past Gabriel who stands there with a strange look on his face. He’s not laughing anymore. Or coughing.

“Wait,” he calls to them striding over and stopping them before they can walk through the door, blocking it with his body. For this, he speaks directly to Lorca, his voice low, carrying with it urgency. The games are done. This, what he has to say now, is serious.

“You’ll see them both,” Gabriel warns himself.  “Your Katrina. My Michael. They’re both there.”

“I don’t give a damn about Michael,” Lorca snaps. “I need to fix whatever the fuck you did to Katrina.”

But Gabriel shakes his head.

“Look,” he sighs, knowing himself and trying to decide how to convince Lorca to give him this one thing. “I just need you to tell my Michael the truth. It’s all down there,” he gestures. “In my quarters. In my files. You know which ones,” he says…stopping short of saying the other word. Please. Lorca studies him a long moment, and they speak, not with words but with other things. Gabriel knows himself. Lorca does too. Please, he asks himself.  Hugh takes a step back, giving them space. It’s silent here, now as the mirrors of Lorca contemplate one another.

“Don’t make me…”Gabriel says quietly, reaching out to clasp Lorca’s wrist. “It’s important.” The grip tightens.

“I don’t owe you a damn thing.” Lorca nearly growls the words as h he snatches his hand away.

“PLEASE! There! I said it, are you satisfied now?” Because now, Gabriel isn’t so cocky. Now, he’s out of bluster and underneath that armor of arrogance is still a man. Reluctantly, Lorca nods. He will grant himself this because a part of him, grudgingly, understands. He knows what it has taken himself to even say the word “please.” He knows he had to humble himself. And that’s a tall order and in both universes, it seems, the word itself largely absent in both their vernaculars.

“Gabriel, Captain Lorca,” Hugh interjects. “We’re running out of time. The window is starting to close.”

“There are things there…not even you know,” Gabriel starts talking faster.  “Just tell my Michael the truth. All I ask.”

Lora just nods, lips tight. But he’ll honor the request. Gabriel nods back, stepping aside and allowing them to move past. Culber steps out in front, guiding the way. They walk just a short distance and the doctor stops and turns to the captain.

“Yes?”

“I…have a request as well, if you could,” Hugh says, once they’re alone.

“Sure.” Because he really has no problem with Hugh.

“Tell Lieutenant Stamets I’ll be waiting for him at the opera. He’ll know what it means.”

“Will do, doctor,” Lorca extends to him a hand. “And thanks --” There’s no completing the sentence. He sees the white flash coming toward him and before he can speak again, it engulfs him.

#USS Archangels #star trek discovery #fanfiction #Reflections/TheOther #michael burnham x gabriel lorca #gabriel lorca x katrina cornwell #gabriel lorca #michael burnham #katrina cornwell

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Loved

Fandom: GOT7

Member/Reader: Jackson, Pregnant!Tuan!Female

Genre/Warnings: Fluff, Pregnant Reader, Violent Anime Mention

Summary:  A night of marathoning Berserk with Jackson, Mark and BamBam was supposed to be uneventful, but hey, shit happens.

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Tonight was supposed to be an uneventful night. Sitting down with a huge bowl of popcorn and marathoning Berserk with your brother, boyfriend and best friend. You were cuddled up on the larger couch with Jackson, leaving your older brother Mark and BamBam to the rest of the room, the younger sitting dead set in front of the television despite Mark’s warning. The fifth episode of your marathon had barely started when you started to feel sick. You weren’t the type to be squeamish, especially since you had seen the series so many times. But, things happen, and things were happening fast. Heartburn was first.

Guts had already cleaved two men’s heads from their shoulders, blood spraying out. The editing cuts were fast, as per every anime that came out in the 90s, especially the violent ones. You were trying your best to enjoy your favourite show, but the feeling of heartburn made you squirm in Jackson’s arms.

“Hey, are you okay?” He whispered, and you just nodded, brushing off his question.

“Yeah, just a bit of heartburn.” Jackson’s arms tightened around you a little more, and you smiled as you cuddled a bit closer. In those small moments with Jackson, you felt so loved, even in doing something not considered by others to be romantic.

“It’s only one man! Kill him!”

Both you and Jackson scoffed at that, both of you broadcasting the sarcastic commentary of two veteran viewers of the show, in the knowledge that Guts wasn’t just ‘one man’. BamBam was rocking in front of the screen out of excitement, you could already tell that he was grinning out of delight. This was his first viewing, his enthusiasm bleeding into your own, a strange motherly feeling washing over you.

“Wait! It’s… it’s the death of the battlefield! The Band of the Hawk, lead by the White Hawk Griffith!”

You felt bile bubbling up in your throat as the theme song began. “Hey, Jackson,” you blurt out with unease, “can you pause?”

“What? Why?” He questioned. “The episode’s just starting.”

“Nevermind, I’ll just-” Separating yourself from your boyfriend’s grip and standing up to his confusion, you ran from the living room, down the hallway to push the bathroom door open, getting to the toilet just in time to heave your dinner upwards.

“Feel no shame about shape, weather changes no phrase-”

The music was cut off by Jackson finally pausing the show, you barely hearing BamBam’s protest over your heaving. Moments later Jackson was behind you, holding up your hair and rubbing your back. You had already started to shake, tears springing from your eyes. Your nausea hit so suddenly, your heaving dry and triggering a panic attack. You were lucky that your breathing wasn’t that affected when they were directly tied to vomiting.

“What’s gotten into you?” Jackson asked, you unable to answer him. Soon after, you heard Mark enter the room, washcloth already in hand as he turned to the sink to wet it. “You’re usually not squeamish about that at all!”

“Calm down, Jackson,” Mark retorted. “Don’t pressure her.” “Hey, is (Y/N) okay?” BamBam asked, peeking in from the door. With a deep breath, you finally finished heaving, sitting up and raising a shaky hand to grab the washcloth. Instead, Mark denied you and kneeled down to begin to wipe your face himself. You felt dirty and uneasy, heartburn still sizzling in your chest. You felt hot, but there was a little bit of relief as the cold washcloth was gently dragged over your face.

“With shakes like this, tears and all, she’ll probably need to go to see a doctor,” Mark said. “She has pretty bad panic attacks when she vomits. Come on, let’s go.”

Jackson let go of your hair, gently helping you stand. “To think, you getting squeamish over blood. This is what, your 20th time watching this series? Sometimes I even think you have a blood kink.” You barely managed to crack a smile at Jackson’s comment. “Very funny,” you retort weakly, fighting back the urge to start vomiting again, picking yourself up as best you could.

“Are we going to the hospital?” BamBam asked, to Mark’s nod and his own dismay. “Awww, I was so excited, too!”

~ Nearly an hour and one more vomiting session later, you, Jackson, Mark and BamBam were all sitting and waiting for your verdict. The doctor had insisted that she do a few quick tests, much to your confusion, but you were compliant through Mark’s nagging.

You were laid down in a hospital cot with some warm blankets, your brother and your best friend sitting in chairs around you, Jackson sitting on the edge of your bed. Since it was so late at night, nearly nobody was around, so BamBam and Mark were talking freely as Jackson held your hand.

“You’re feeling better now, right?” Jackson asked. You could see that concern still written on his face.

“Yes, for the fourth time, I’m feeling better.” “Hungry?” “A little bit.”

Jackson patted your hand, you breathing a sigh of relief when he finally smiled. “Okay, I’ll go get some more ice chips.”

Jackson got up and pulled back the privacy curtain a little bit, sticking his hands in his pockets and strolling out of the room to get ice chips for you. You spent the next few minutes staring up at the ceiling, tapping your finger against the blanket. You didn’t exactly know what kind of tests the doctor was running, but you figured it was nothing bad since she hasn’t come back yet. You were honestly a bit tired, but unable to doze off due to the conversation happening about a foot away from you.

“Pleaaaase Mark? Please tell me!” BamBam whined, grabbing onto Mark’s hands and showing off those cute puppy eyes that you could never say no to. However…

“I’m not falling for that,” Mark denied quickly, to another desperate whine from your best friend. Rolling your eyes, you waited for BamBam to turn to you. “Does she? Does she like me?” He pleaded, giving you the same treatment as your brother. “You must really be desperate,” you comment with a sly grin. “Asking for a sick girl to settle your disputes,”

“It’s not a dispute!” BamBam remarked. “I want to know if Kinsey likes me!”

You rolled your eyes. “You’re probably not going to accept no as an answer anyways,” you remark. “If I told you no, would you believe me?” “No,” BamBam agreed, “I’d think you’re just messing with me.” “Exactly,” you remark. “You won’t find out until you ask her. Just put a little courage in that skinny body of yours.” “I’ve got plenty of courage!” BamBam argued, puffing out his chest. Both you and Mark chuckled at him, you shake your head with a smile.

“Sure you do,” Jackson remarked, signifying his return, the doctor trailing behind him. You whispered ‘thanks’ as he handed the ice chips to you, sitting down next to you on your bed as everyone turned to pay attention to the doctor. She was different than the doctor originally attending you, piquing your curiosity as you popped a spoonful of ice chips in your mouth.

“Hi, I’m Doctor Summers,” she greeted with a smile. “I’m an Obstetrician.” You and Jackson both looked at each other, wide-eyed and eyebrows raised. “What?” Mark asked, clearly surprised.

“What (Y/N) has been experiencing is morning sickness. We took your urine sample, and it turns out that you’re six weeks pregnant, congratulations!” Doctor Summers smiled down at you, handing the papers to Jackson, who barely broke eye contact with you to read the word ‘positive’ over multiple times. “Oh my God,” BamBam remarked, you and Jackson too stunned to speak. “Oh my God!”

“I’m going to be an uncle,” Mark whispered. “Holy…”

“Hey, um, Doctor Summers, was it?” Jackson asked, turning away from you and standing up. “Yes?” “Is it okay if I, um… let off a little steam here?” “As long as you don’t break anything…” she answered slowly, raising her eyebrows at him.

“Can I be loud?” “Uh, with… within reason.”

“WAHOOO!!!!” Jackson’s signature excited smile had quickly spread across his face, Doctor Summers backing out of his way, Mark and BamBam scooting their chairs away as he danced around the limited amount of space. He was borderline yelling out of excitement, and you were glad that this happened so late at night. You were just as excited, but you knew that Mark would pile drive you back into your bed if you tried to get up and jump around as well. You were dancing as best you could in your sitting position, Mark and BamBam still too shocked to move.

“I’m going to be a dad!” Jackson exclaimed, dancing back to you and planting an excited kiss on your lips. “WOOOOO!”

“We’re going to be parents!” You exclaim alongside your boyfriend, kissing him twice, three times. “I can’t believe it!”

“Okay, quiet down,” Doctor Summers shushed you both. You and Jackson both ceased talking but were still dancing as you sat, biting back giggles of happiness. “Were you trying?”

“Yeah,” you admit sheepishly. “I’ll admit that we wanted to keep it a secret, though,” you turn your head to look at your brother, now staring daggers in Jackson’s direction. BamBam was still too shocked to say anything, his mouth hanging open.

“Well, I congratulate you nonetheless. Make sure to pick up some prenatal vitamins tomorrow to start your routine, okay? No more alcohol, either.” She smiled warmly at you. “I can discharge you now if you’re ready to go home.”

“Thank you, Doctor,” you nod your head politely.

“I don’t think you’ll need a wheelchair, right?” She asks. “No, I’ll be fine. Although… my brother might need it.”

Doctor Summers chuckled. “We sadly can’t issue him one unless he’s a patient. I’m afraid that you’ll have to employ someone to piggyback him out,”

“Well, that will be an ordeal,” you answer with a small giggle, Doctor Summers then turned to leave, waving with a smile.

“Mark, BamBam, time to go home,” you announce. You sit up further in bed. Jackson stood up to help you swing your legs over the side and stand up, but nobody else moved. “Come on you two, let’s go.”

“Close your mouth, dumbo, you look like you’re drooling,” Jackson criticized, fingers now intertwining with yours.

BamBam stood cautiously, his mouth finally closing. “Are you sure she didn’t lie?” He whispered, locking his eyes to your stomach. “Is there really a person in there?” He stood up, tentatively reaching out a hand to touch you. “Yep,” you reply with a smile, gently prompting BamBam to touch your stomach. “Come on now, let’s go home.” “Will they start kicking?” He asked. “Jeez, you’re like a 5-year-old,” you comment, laughing. “Not yet.”

“Aww,” BamBam straightened up to walk alongside you and Jackson, Mark trailing behind slowly. “I feel like my life is going to end tonight,” Jackson whispered. You only rolled your eyes. “I swear to whatever exists up in the high heavens, Jackson, that I will end your life if you leave her,” Mark threatened darkly. “You can throw all your ‘Markson’ crap out the window right now if you even think for a second that it’s going to save you.”

“Jesus, Mark, calm down,” you retort. “We’ve been trying for three months now.”

“All the more reason to make sure my threat is clear.”

~ The next day, you woke up to breakfast in bed, a nice shower, a treat to lunch and your first round of prenatal vitamins. Jackson was more accommodating for you despite your protests, but you still found it extremely flattering. Later that day, you had decided to break the news to the other group members.

“So, what do you have us all gathered here for, exactly?” Jaebum asked as he gripped the neck of his beer. “You both seem a little more… jumpy than usual.”

“I think I know!” Yugyeom exclaimed excitedly, raising his hand. “Shh!” You put your fingers to your lips, raising your eyebrows threateningly at him.

“We have an announcement,” Jackson said, wrapping an arm around your shoulders as you stood before your friends. He was still avoiding eye contact with Mark, who also still seemed adamant on the ‘if looks could kill’ stare at your boyfriend.

“I’m pregnant!”

“You’re what?” Jinyoung asked, raising his eyebrows at you.

You scanned your eyes over the room, Jaebum now mercilessly chugging his beer, Yugyeom quickly standing up to excitedly bound over to you for a hug, Youngjae’s mouth was hanging open in shock, and finally, Jinyoung was grinning, but gripping the arm of the couch so hard that it looked like it was going to rip.

BamBam and Mark were still on another plane of existence, sitting on opposite sides of the room. Mark still hadn’t ceased his stare, but a small smile was starting to show. BamBam seemed excited, but you could still see the shock in his eyes. “How far along are you?” Yugyeom asked, hugging you so tightly that Jackson had to pry him off you, but Yugyeom didn’t stay separated from you for long. “Six weeks!”

“Six weeks and you didn’t tell us until now?” Youngjae exclaims.

“We only found out last night,” Jackson answers. “We didn’t want to waste any time in telling you but when we got back from the hospital last night you all were asleep.”

“To think we’re all going to be uncles,” Jinyoung commented sheepishly. “I never expected it to happen so fast.”

“But it’s great, isn’t it?!” You grin childishly, giggling out of excitement. “Promise me that you’ll name the kid after me!” Youngjae exclaims excitedly. “I’ll teach them how to dab!” BamBam remarks, standing to join the hug Yugyeom pushed past Jackson for, Jackson in turn pushing past both of them to be the closest one to you.

“If you teach my kid to dab I’ll kill you,” Jackson threatened slyly. Jaebum finally finished his beer, placing it down on the coffee table, joining the hug that was soon about to become a cuddle pile. “This kid is going to be spoiled rotten,” he says under his breath. “I love them already.”

Jinyoung was the next to join, then BamBam, Youngjae, and finally Mark were a part of the giant hug. You rested your head against Jackson’s shoulder, the warmth and love of all your boys allowing a sense of safety to wash over you. “You’ll be loved, little one,” you whisper to your stomach. “So loved.”

#got7 #got7 scenarios #got7 fanfiction #got7 fanfic #got7 x reader #reader insert #jackson wang #jackson x reader #kpop #kpop scenarios #reader is pregnant #pregnancy scenarios #pregnancy #anime marathon #berserk mention #reader insert scenario

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Damn I draw some dramatic ass shit

#i can't help it......... i like dramatic music so it just kind of comes out #same goes for my writing #like: oh you want wide stares? staring directly at the viewer? blood on the face? standing dramatically with no bg? i got you #i really wish i could draw digitally though bc i feel very insecure about my pencil sketches fehfdsfgh #haven't drawn digitally in ten years