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yoonpobs · 3 years

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bad boy good thing xvi.

pairing: jeon jungkook x oc

genre: angst, smut, fluff, miscommunication (we hate her lol), pining

warnings: jk and oc :(

words: 5, 820

summary: a series of drabbles where you’re confused and jungkook’s confusing

a/n:

at the end of the chap!!!

“Babe, you better close your lips,” Yena nudges your shoulders when the two of you approach the football field with treats of your own.

“I’m not … drooling,” you reply lamely, fingers clutching the bag of food and refreshments tightly in your grasp as if it would run away.

“I wasn’t talking about your mouth,” she smirks.

Your head snaps towards her in a flush, ears immediately turning red when she resorts to snickering at your scandalised expression. You thwack her on her shoulder, flustered at the cackles she’s releasing. The food in your hands remains unscathed, purely because you spent a good amount of time preparing it for the boys—knowing that they were entering an important season for their football games.

From where the two of you were walking from, you had a decent view of the football team sprawled across the field, likely resting from one of their many intensive practices. You weren’t concerned with anyone else, and given Jungkook’s flashy hair colour—it was only natural that your eyes immediately fell onto his figure. It also just so happened that Jungkook decided to take his break—shirtless.

You shake your head to snap out of your daydream, fully aware of the way that Yena shoots you a knowing smirk.

“Okay, shut up before you blow my cover,” you hiss.

“You’re telling me that when your face screams I want to lick the sweat of Jungkook’s pectorals—!”

You’re about to drop the food aside, fully ready to attack Yena who looks all too pleased with her teasing, but another voice interjects before you can do any real harm to your friend.

“Is Yena harassing you?”

Yena snaps her head to the source of the voice and immediately narrows her eyes at the smirking figure.

“Oh shut the fuck up, Min,” she snaps.

“Was I talking to you?” He rolls his eyes before turning over to give you a smile, “Hey, ____. Here to feed the dogs?”

You snort, casting a sideways glance to Yena who’s equal parts fuming and red—and you’re definitely sure that it wasn’t because of her apparent anger. The lingering glance that Yoongi rests on her figure with a fond smile tells you enough, and you hide the grin that threatens to appear on your face as you return a kind one to Yoongi.

“Spot on. You’re here to cover their practices?” You make small talk as the three of you make your way towards the football team, most of them too immersed in whatever Namjoon was saying to take note of your approaching figures.

He lets out a deep sigh before nodding, hands stuffed in his pockets.

“You wanted coverage for next months paper, didn’t you?” He teasingly accuses.

You duck your head in embarrassment, remembering the meeting you had with the student reporter union and your exact words. You did need an article written on the football team’s practices for publicity purposes, and you briefly remembered Yoongi and Yena bumping heads on multiple occasions on who was to cover it. Clearly, Yoongi won—or more appropriately, Yena surrendered due to his ‘irritating’ personality.

“I did,” you smile apologetically, “Hopefully it isn’t that bad.”

“All he does is complain,” Yena mutters under her breath.

Yoongi raises a brow with an amused smirk on his face.

“I would’ve been complaining less if I had someone accompanying me,” he says pointedly.

You briefly note the flush on Yena’s cheeks before she grumbles something incoherent under her breath, shoving a fist into Yoongi’s arm in retaliation as he snickers at her reaction. You smile to yourself, eyes turning fond when you realise that Yoongi doesn’t back away even as she bites. All he does is let her have her way, patiently sticking by her side while he placates her growls.

You reach the circle where the footballers were gathered as you quietly tiptoed your way towards the bleachers, setting the food down and taking them out so they could dig in right after they were done. You brought enough for the entire team—but you were still worried since they were male athletes who definitely had an appetite for victory and your sandwiches. You hoped it’d suffice.

Just as you’ve settled down, Jimin spots you when his head snaps up, offering you a wide grin along with nudges to Namjoon and Taehyung’s shoulder. The rest of the team follow the direction of his eyes, and you turn red at the sudden attention of all the men on you as you offer a meek wave, avoiding any real eye contact.

“You came!” Jimin hops towards you, immediately dragging you into a hug as he nuzzles his sweaty forehead into your neck.

You grimace and push him away, scrunching your face at the wetness that sticks to your skin at his contact.

“Ew, you stink,” you whine.

He rolls his eyes before he digs through the food, showing his true intentions on why he came over in the first place.

“And you are an angel,” he coos, pinching your cheeks while you smacked his hand away.

“How was practice?” You hum for the sake of conversation while you watch the boy scarf down your sandwiches like a starved man.

He looks up with stuffed cheeks, pausing in his chomps, “Brufal.”

You offer him a sympathetic smile before squeezing his shoulder.

“All in good time, right?”

He swallows, rolling his eyes in response.

“Said every optimist ever. I just want this season to be over so I can go back to pigging out.”

You snort but you don’t deny his statement. You watch him while he continues to munch on his meal. Something was fulfilling about watching him enjoy your preparations, and you were definitely the type to enjoy taking care of your friends. You were usually the friend that provided advice and comforted people whenever they were faced with a particularly difficult time, and you’ve heard on several occasions from both Jimin, Taehyung—and even Jungkook; that you somehow knew what to do, and say, whenever they were faced with a problem.

It’s nice, to see Jimin happy, and you note to visit more during their practices with food.

“You’re too nice, do you know?” A voice interjects.

You look up from Jimin to see Namjoon walking towards you, with Jungkook and Taehyung trailing behind him. You flush ever so slightly because you briefly remember the last time you saw Jungkook and what happened. It’s been busy for the both of you so you weren’t able to see him much on campus either.

“Stop saying that,” you scowl, “And eat up before Jimin shovels everything down this throat.”

You thrust a wrapped sandwich into his chest that he receives with a dimpled grin. Namjoon wraps a loose arm around your shoulder as thanks and you still grimace at the sweat that lingers on your skin—but you realise that it’s an inevitable part of the role you took, so you sigh and accept it.

“Let’s get married if we both don’t by 35,” Taehyung suggests the moment he’s handed a sandwich of his own as you raise a brow at his proposition.

“So I can make you sandwiches?”

“Yeah,” he nods.

“Sounds pretty misogynistic to me,” you snort, “Make your own damn sandwiches.”

“But they’re not the same,” he whines, “It’s your essence that makes it taste so much better!”

You laugh at his desperate explanation and the wiggle of his eyebrows at his insinuation. You’re thankful he doesn’t smother you with his sweat and only grants you a grateful mumble of appreciation before he’s joining his other brain cell on the bleachers, immediately bickering away about whatever topic they decided on for the day.

When Jungkook comes up for his turn, you can’t keep eye contact. Especially when he’s still in his shirtless glory while he looks at you with those eyes of his, paired with his cheeky grin. He knows exactly what he’s doing and you hate him for it.

“Where’s my sandwich?” He asks, propping himself right in front of you, leaving you no space to breathe or to move away from him.

“There,” you point to the bag rather than handing him one like you did with the rest, “Help yourself.”

Jungkook pouts, tilting his head to the side as he chases your expression to search for your eyes. You’re still avoiding his gaze, and you feel like you’re beginning to perspire at the way he’s blatant with his ogling. The two of you were in public, and your friends have sat a few metres away from you with the rest of his football team lingering nearby and somehow the idea of people seeing the two of you so close gives you anxiety.

“You’re not going to give me one?” He asks.

“You have perfectly usable hands,” you gesture, and you immediately regret it because when you turn to look at him—his arms flex under the ministration when he cages you in with his body.

You let out a yelp, head immediately darting to the side to see whether or not anyone else was paying attention. But your friends are still caught in their own conversation, except Yena who somehow has a sixth sense for your embarrassment—and shoots the two of you a sleazy wink before tonguing the inside of her cheek.

Jungkook catches this, and you’re mortified to see the way his eyebrow raises at Yena’s gesture.

“You gossiping about me to your friend?” He teases.

You know exactly what he’s referring to. You scowl in response, sticking your nose up while you glance in the other direction; away from his smirk.

“Gossiping entails that whatever I said was negative. So, do what you want with that information,” you shrug.

Jungkook tuts, shaking his head before he lets out an amused chuckle.

“Always so bratty,” he sighs, “That smart mouth of yours loves to run itself, hm?” The shift to a much huskier tone stuns you into silence because he’s suddenly much closer, more insinuative and daring with the way he leans his face closer to yours until you’re finding it hard to breathe.

“We’re in public, Jeon,” you hiss.

He snickers, “No one cares except for you.”

“I’m not about to give everyone a free show,” you saw pointedly.

Jungkook smirks, “Who said anything about a show? Can’t I just have you close to me without it meaning anything else?”

You freeze. You know Jungkook doesn’t mean it that way, but you suppose it’s the remnants of insecurity that lingers deep in the back of your mind that makes your heart drop ever so slightly. You know how he feels; how his words are meant to be a light jibe towards you. But your collateral mind can only ask, what if?

As if Jungkook’s picked up on the reason for your silence, or perhaps he was just that good at reading you and your body language, he frowns—immediately reaching a hand to your shoulder and squeezing it to get your attention.

“Hey,” he says softly, “I didn’t mean it like that.”

You feel bad that he has to clarify himself when you yourself wanted to have faith in him—you did. It was more so that you lacked that same faith in yourself. To be that someone to Jungkook even when he’s made it clear to you about he felt. But you knew Jungkook to be the type that jumped from one interest to another like he was flipping through a brochure, and you didn’t mean it maliciously either.

Jungkook just liked a lot of things and could do well in a lot of things too once his mind is set. You were just terrified if that’s all you were to him. A phase that he’s got to experience in his life because it was interesting to him now.

“Sorry,” you whisper, eyes darting to your feet, “I … I know. It’s just—I’m just overthinking. It’s dumb.”

He frowns, “If it’s bothering you it’s not dumb.”

You sigh.

“No, it is,” you emphasise, balling your fist by your side as he looks at you attentively. You hate yourself a little more for being so unsure. “I know you didn’t mean it like that. It’s just that my mind just—it just thinks the worst of every situation. I’m sorry.”

Jungkook doesn’t seem to appreciate the way you’re continuously apologising or avoiding his gaze, so he takes it up himself to reach out his hands to tilt your chin upwards so that you’re looking at him. He’s always loved looking at you, whether you were studying, driving, or even just daydreaming—he loved your eyes and he’d spend most of his days just staring at you.

“I want you. I always want you,” he says and it both takes your breath away and makes your heart pound rapidly against your ribcage, “Everything that I do with you means the world to me. You mean the world to me and I don’t want to fuck this up. I fucked up once and I—I don’t want to mess this up either. So please, if you’re bothered—tell me. I want to know. I want to ease any of your worries now because I wasn’t able to do that before.”

Jungkook speaks so softly that you may have missed the sincerity and desperation laced in his tone, the hushed utterance of his truth that only you were meant to hear. He looks at you so tenderly, so authentically that you feel your heart constrict both in want and guilt. The reassuring grasp of one hand on your hip while the other rests under your chin forces you to acknowledge his sincerity—his want, and most importantly; him.

He notices it before you do, and his thumb wipes under your eyes when you feel the first teardrop. Your face morphs into a wide-eyed expression when you quickly swipe under your eyes to erase the evidence of your heart worn on your face. But Jungkook doesn’t allow you to get far, and he uses his strength to stop your wrists—forcing you to peer up at him with red-rimmed and freshly-swollen eyes.

“Don’t hide from me,” he murmurs.

“Jungkook—” you protest, pushing his hands away but it only makes him clutch you tighter.

“Don’t,” he says firmly, “It’s okay. Just cry if you have to.”

Your face crumbles because Jungkook can be both strict but earnest at the same time. It was conflicting for you not because you didn’t know how you felt but because you cared too much about the prying eyes of others. Even now, when Jungkook only looks at you—your mind strays to the people that talk, to the people that stare and wonder. And you hate it.

“We’re in public, Jungkook,” you say softly through a shaky breath.

You put some distance between the two of you by taking a step back, and Jungkook notices. Of course, he does, especially when space he once felt warmth turns cold. He frowns because he would rather hold you close—show the world and everyone that he loved you. But your eyes stray away, darting everywhere but his face.

“I don’t care,” he huffs, “I want you.”

And no matter how many times he says it, the pessimistic side of you nags at your heart to keep it safe. To keep things under wraps so that you could avoid wandering or curious gaze; especially when anyone could see or say anything.

“I know,” you tell him.

Jungkook scoffs and your eyes shoot up when you realise that Jungkook’s annoyed. The tick in his jaw tells you enough, especially when he takes a step back—placing that distance between the two of you. It sucks when you’re on the receiving end of such coldness and you can’t imagine how Jungkook felt when you pushed him away.

“Do you?” He exasperates, “I’m patient. I am. I’ll wait for you; I told you that and I meant it,” he frowns, “But I just want to hold you. I wanted this for the longest of times and I don’t care where we are in this world because that’ll never make me stop wanting you. I want you when we’re apart, I want you when we’re together and I want you now. When will that be enough?”

Jungkook takes your breath away again, but for different reasons. This time, he sounds tired—desperate, almost. He rubs his hands across his face in frustration and you can tell he’s trying his best to level his breathing. You stand there silent, lips pursed as you mull over his words.

“It is enough,” you tell him, eyes peering up on your own; but this time Jungkook isn’t looking at you and it makes your heart clench. His eyebrows are furrowed and the only thing you can catch a glimpse of is the side of his face. “I just … people talk, Jungkook. I know you’re used to that but I’m not. I don’t like it when people are in my business.”

He scoffs, “And now it’s other people that are standing in between us?” Your eyes narrow at him but the clench of his jaw tells you that he’s not stepping down either, “I am, I’m used to people talking about me whether it be good or bad. And I know you don’t like it—I know,” he exasperates, “But when will we just be enough of a reason for you to take that leap of faith?”

“It’s not that easy—”

“Of course it isn’t!” He exclaims, “I’m not saying it is. I know I fucked up and it made things more complicated than they should be but I’m here now and I’m trying. I’m trying so hard to wait for you because I want to prove myself to you. But if all it takes is just people’s words to get in between us then I don’t know if it even matters anymore.”

You recoil at his words, eyes widening when he finally looks down at you. Jungkook doesn’t look angry. He looks tired, and he sounds tired. Your heart hurts because you don’t know how he feels when all this while you were within arms reaches but not quite. You had the reassurance from Jungkook and your friends that he wanted you—but somehow you couldn’t quite believe it. Was it your fault that you felt this way? Why did you feel this way?

“Jungkook …” you reach out to grab his arm, and he doesn’t push you away. But he doesn’t make an effort to hold your hand like he usually would and it made your stomach drop.

“I love you,” he whispers, “I can shout it on rooftops and announce it to the world if that’ll make you believe me. But when will my love be enough?”

“I want you too, Jungkook,” you reply, squeezing his arm tighter.

“Do you?” He sighs, “It’s hard for me too,” he says as his eyes flutter shut, “I can wait. But it hurts. It hurts because if you really wanted me then that’s all that should matter.”

“Wait, Jungkook—” you reach out to him when he pulls away from you and you feel your heart drop when he doesn’t look at you.

Maybe it was an act of desperation, or your mind telling you to not lose a good thing due to your rumination—but you use all the strength you have to tug him back to you because you couldn’t have Jungkook walk away from you. Not now, when your heart tells you to stop being afraid, to stop being stubborn.

“I need—” he begins with a sigh, but your eyebrows are furrowed in determination when you loop your arms around his neck to tug him down to your level.

And you kiss him.

You think it’s the first time that you’ve initiated a kiss, even when the two of you were messing around. It’d always been Jungkook who took the first step, an exception was your last interaction at your apartment. But if you looked harder, even through the hurt, Jungkook reached out first. Granted, it was never in the way that you wanted—but he always took the first leap, for you and the both of you.

When you kiss him, you feel him freeze under your hold, even when you press your lips harder against his. You don’t think about the consequences, you don’t think about your friends who are likely witnessing your first public display of affection with Jungkook, and you definitely don’t think about the way that the rest of his football teammates gawk at the two of you.

It feels scary—but right. And that’s all that should’ve mattered.

When you pull away, you’re breathing heavy, peering your eyes up to Jungkook who’s stunned to silence with a gape in his mouth.

“I’m sorry,” you blurt.

You briefly see from the corner of your eye the way that Yena is squeezing Yoongi’s arm who looks as surprised as the boy in front of you. You even see Namjoon, with a hint of a smile on his face even as he looks away. Your heart clenches in guilt, but you’ve spent far too long hurting yourself and Jungkook.

“I didn’t mean to pressure you into this,” Jungkook whispers, brushing a thumb over your cheek.

“You … you didn’t,” you assure him with a small smile before you nibble on your lips. “You’re right. This—us—it should’ve been enough for me.” You tell him as he observes you with gentle eyes, “And it is. It’s always been but I’ve always been afraid and honestly? I still am. I’m terrified because this is new for me and I don’t know what’s going to happen.”

“I know,” he murmurs, pulling you closer as your arms still rest loosely around his neck, “I’m scared too. But it’s worth it. You’re worth it.”

You turn a pretty shade of red when you duck your head to avoid his fond gaze. He chuckles when you do so, endeared by your embarrassment even if you were the one that reached out first—to proclaim your affection with your kiss.

But some moments don’t last forever, and they’re not meant to. So when a third party interjects and snaps you out of your little bubble with Jungkook, you freeze.

“You sure she isn’t a two-timer, Jeon?” Jeonghan, who you briefly remember seeing at some of the football games, interjects with a raised brow as he leans on the railings of the bleachers.

You still, immediately loosening your grip around Jungkook’s neck and he realises your hesitancy—sees the fear that erupts just when you found the courage to take that first step.

“What?” You whisper.

Jungkook shoots his teammate a blazing glare that you don’t catch because you’re too busy avoiding his gaze, the attention causing the heat to rise on your cheeks and the sweat to accumulate by your hairline and on your body.

“Dude—it’s not worth it,” he snorts, “What next? She sleeps her way through the entire team?”

Your face drops, and Jungkook finally lets go of you. Your eyes widen because you think for a second that he believes his teammate, that Jeonghan has managed to somehow lure his way into the depths of Jungkook’s mind to plant that seed of doubt within his already muddled mind.

“What the fuck did you just say?” Jungkook asks with a menacing glare.

You’re frozen, but Namjoon is quickly at your side—concern etched on his face after Yena noticed the tension arising from your corner. Jimin and Taehyung are right behind him, observing the situation as they see Jungkook’s chest heaving when he stares his teammate down.

“I’m just saying,” Jeonghan shrugs, shooting you a knowing glance, “Wasn’t she fucking captain?”

“Jeonghan,” Namjoon intervenes, voice stern.

“What?” He raises his hand in defence, “Weren’t you about to ask her out?”

You hate this. You hate the attention and hate how he speaks about you as if you weren’t standing there—mortified. You especially hate the way that the rest of the team filters where the tension begins to escalate. They’re curious, for sure—at how their captain and their best player is suddenly caught in this dilemma with Jeonghan as the instigator.

“That has nothing to do with you,” Namjoon narrows his eyes at him in response.

Jeonghan snorts, “Um. It kind of does. You bailed on us for her,” Jeonghan states pointedly, “And now she’s locking lips with the golden boy here. She played you, man.”

Before Namjoon can respond, Jungkook takes a threatening step towards Jeonghan as he basically towers over him. Your hair stands on your arms as you can more or less tell where this is going, especially with the way that Jungkook’s fists clench by his sides.

“Jungkook—” you squeak, hands reaching out to rest on his shoulder.

You snap out of it, purely because you know that Jungkook’s pissed. His ears are red and his jaw is clenched, and you don’t want to know what’ll happen if you remained stagnant any longer.

“Stay out of this,” he snaps.

You blink, and even Namjoon looks taken aback. Jimin has concern written all over his features as he steps forward, likely attempting to mitigate the situation.

“Jungkook, don’t be stupid,” Jimin berates.

Jungkook turns around and all you see behind his usual doe-eyed gaze is now a fire that burns and is threatening to blaze anything in its way. And right now, Jungkook’s glaring at Jimin like he’s a rock in his journey.

“You’re going to let him say that shit about her?” Jungkook snaps.

“What’s fighting him going to do?” Jimin exasperates, eyebrows furrowed, “Don’t dig yourself a deeper hole and calm the fuck down. We have a game in two weeks and starting something now won’t do any of us good.” He raises his voice towards the end as he glares at every single person who has so happened to crowd around the lot of you to see what was happening, “Did you not hear what I said? Mind your own fucking business!”

The rest of the team murmurs amongst themselves, not before shooting you a disparaging glance that makes you feel uneasy. You look away because that’s the best you could do, fingers resting limply by your sides while you shift behind Jimin as if he was able to protect you from the wandering stares.

It was your exact fear, and somehow fate seems to hate you with the way your dream-like state with Jungkook is immediately ruined with your fears being proven.

Taehyung and Yena are by your side, looking at you with worry as you avoid their gaze. Your mind is louder, though you catch the lecture that Jungkook’s getting from Jimin for almost fighting Jeonghan. Even if nothing happened—the indents of Jungkook’s fingernails on his palm proves enough of what could happen if it weren’t for Jimin, or Namjoon, intervening.

“God, he’s such a fucking asshole,” Yena grumbles, pulling you to her side as she rubs your shoulder soothingly.

You say nothing, and you briefly see Yoongi walking over; offering you an apologetic glance that you mildly acknowledge.

“You okay?” Taehyung asks softly.

You sigh, fiddling with your fingers as you look over your shoulders to see Jungkook already staring at you.

“I want to be,” you reply, “But I fucked things up.”

Yena frowns, “Don’t say that.”

“But it’s true,” you exasperate, “If I hadn’t led Namjoon on or—if I just didn’t … if I just didn’t feel the way I did for Jungkook then—”

“And then what?” Jungkook’s voice snaps you out of your rambling as you turn around to see him furrowing his brows at you.

“Jungkook—” you reach out to him, again. He only flinches in response.

“If you didn’t feel the way you did for me and then what?” He whispers voice frustrated, “Then you’d get to protect yourself?”

“Jungkook,” Taehyung says sternly, eyes warning.

He pays him no mind, however, as you continue to blink up at him.

“That’s not what I meant,” you defend.

“What do you mean, then?” Jungkook snaps, “Because five minutes ago we had this exact same conversation—and then you kissed me—and now it’s like we’re back to square one. So what do you actually mean because I can’t keep trying to come up with my own answers!”

“That’s what I mean, Jungkook!” you frown, gesturing your arms wildly towards the team who’s all grouped together a good distance from where you were, “That. People talking. God, I want you too but I can’t live with the constant hypotheticals of people wondering how the fuck you could ever be with someone that apparently slept with your captain.”

“I don’t care about what people say!” He says vehemently, stepping closer to you.

The rest of your friends observe silently as they all exchange looks, shifting away to give you some privacy. You were so confused, and tired—and you didn’t even care if you were in public anymore and that people could see the argument brewing between you and Jungkook.

“I know you don’t,” you snap, “But not everything is about how you feel, Jungkook. You can live your life because everyone’s going to be pointing figures at me. Not you. It’s because it’s my name that’s being thrown around like I’m some—like I’m some whore who can’t keep her legs closed and—”

“Don’t fucking say that,” Jungkook snarls.

“—it’s what people are saying!” You cry, “Jungkook. Just a month ago you were with Jennie and I was somehow with Namjoon. What … what will people think?”

“So that’s what you’re afraid of?” He laughs dryly.

“What—?”

“You’re afraid because of what other people may think?” He repeats your words back to you, standing closer as you shift back, eyes avoiding his heavy gaze.

“I’m scared of a lot of things, Jungkook,” you say softly.

“I want to be there for you,” he tells you, voice softer than the previous harsh tone he took, “Me risking my position on this team just now? Yeah, that’s what I would do to protect you. I know people will talk and I know it sucks because your name is thrown in the loop—but you have me. You have Namjoon, Jimin, Taehyung and Yena. We all would do anything to protect you so why are you still so afraid?”

Jungkook’s beginning to sound more desperate, especially with the way he’s somehow clutching on your elbows as if you’d slip away.

“I”—what were you afraid of? You seemed to have all the answers earlier, and even after Jungkook’s pleas, you find yourself hesitating. The anxiety of people looking at the two of you and wondering how the hell could it work—or whether or not you were set on breaking Jungkook’s heart; and vice versa. You remember the names of people who’s ever questioned your friendship and if there was something more. You remember Sana, harmlessly saying that it seemed impossible for the two of you to be together.

The entire time, fear plagues your mind, and you can’t give Jungkook an answer because it’s more than just people. It was you. It was you being terrified that you weren’t enough and that he’d see how imperfect you were compared to the girl he thinks he loves. You weren’t the smart, independent girl that participated in every club on campus. You were … small. You were fragile and weak, and insecure.

“I can’t keep doing this,” he says defeatedly, resting his forehead on the crown of your head.

Your heart drops.

“Please don’t say that,” you croak.

You feel the lump in your throat grow, and when you look up—you see a pained expression painting Jungkook’s face.

“I don’t want to say that,” he whispers right before he reaches up to clutch your face in his hands, “But I think I need to.”

“You don’t!” You cry, your own arms reaching out to clutch at the collar of the fresh shirt he’s managed to throw on.

“This doesn’t change the fact that I love you,” he reminds you gently.

You hate that you’re crying. The hot, wet tears that flow down your cheeks is a reminder of your vulnerability. Of how much control Jungkook has over your feelings.

“Why does it sound like you’re breaking up with me,” you cry.

He smiles, soft and half-hearted as he pulls you into a hug.

“We aren’t together,” he reminds you. Your heart clenches because you could’ve been.

“I …” you want to say that you could be. You want to tell him that you want him. And you do. But your mouth doesn’t move when all you can hear is sobs escaping you.

“Think about it, okay?” He murmurs, brushing your hair out of your face so that you wouldn’t end up crying all over the strands of hair uncomfortably, “If you … if you’re still afraid. That’s okay. We can be friends, and I can pretend like this never happened. I’ll always respect your decision.”

“But …”

He shushes you gently, wiping at your tears.

“I told you. I’ll wait for you—but I can only do that if you want me to,” he says sadly, “I love you. I do. I spent the past seven years of my life loving you, but I need to know if you feel the same.”

“I do!” You immediately respond, eyes wide.

He shakes his head with a small laugh, “You may love me. But love isn’t always enough.”

His words are heartbreaking, and you feel yourself crumble all over again. But your mind isn’t clear and you’re overwhelmed with emotion. Jungkook’s still looking at you gently like he always had. But it seems different.

“Let me take you home first, yeah?” He whispers.

You stop his movements when he reaches out to pick at your belongings as you grab a hold of his hand.

He turns to look at you with a raised brow and you notice how tired and sunken his eyes look. Your heart clenches for the millionth time and you just want to—

“Can I kiss you?”

It’s funny that you’re the one asking that question. When weeks ago it was him in that same position. You realise how vulnerable Jungkook must’ve felt when he posed you with the same question because you feel the exact same. You feel like your heart is on the floor, exposed to everyone as they examine the ins and outs of your feelings.

Jungkook looks at you softly, before pulling you to his chest and pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

And like always, Jungkook can’t say no to you.

a/n:

hi babes!!!! new chapter is up and oc and jk are :-(

im sorry for the angst!!!!! but things aren't always great between the two 🥺

i hope you enjoyed this chapter even tho yall may be cursing at me rn 🤣 but i do hope that you see oc's internal struggles with accepting everything and pursuing a potential relationship w jk despite her 'obvious' feelings towards him

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oh-for-fic-sake · 3 years

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Love Is Blind

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Summary: The time has come to reveal your and Henry's relationship to your brothers, simple right? Well it would be if your wasn't the baby sister to the infamous Shelby brothers.

Warnings: RPF, Swearing, Slight Angst, Fluff, Confrontation, Implied Violence

A/N: so here is the Peaky Blinders AU that i started a few days ago, Im really happy with this and had a lot of fun with it. But please excuse the typo's

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You looked around the road eyes wide ,watching the passers by. The peaky blinders were everywhere... this was always a risk, not to mention you wasn't entirely sure where each of your brothers were. Or aunt Polly you only knew that Ava was off with her lover Fred. And you were doing much of the same... Well not Fred but Henry, your own lover. You'd met him when welcoming Tommy home from the war... He was hard to miss tall- taller then Tommy even! and injured he was searching the crowded dock but... It was clear to see that noone was there to greet him off the boat. He looked distraught and shattered. You were a bleeding heart and had approached him as your family had a small get together, you'd given him a hug pressed a sweet kiss to his cheek and welcomed him home giving him one of the flowers in the bouquet you'd brought for tommy. He had appreciated it, more then you'd ever know.

What you hadn't known was that he was moving into a home a few streets away. A few weeks later you saw him and he thanked you politely, you couldn't help think how very handsome he was, perfect blue eyes but for a speck of brown in his right eye, sharp regal features and pale alabaster skin now free from the bruising of his injury. He hadn't been as broad or muscular back then, but had been tall and lean.

Over the next few months chance meetings became dates, dates became full days basking in one another's presence until finally after a few months you'd fallen for the amazing gentle giant. It had been hard falling so hopelessly in love with Henry and having to hide from brothers and gangsters alike. But somehow you'd both made it with minimal near misses. Three years. Three years you'd been having this secret romance with him. But now you wanted more, as selfish as it was you wanted to be free to love him in public. Without worrying who may have seen you or if Aunt Polly will tell Thomas.

Yes she knew alright. There are no secrets from Aunt Polly. She said you done well and had even spoke with Henry a few times, she liked him. He wasn't in the business but could protect you, his shear size would be enough of a deterrent to others. And honestly she thought Tommy would get along with him, henry was clever and had an imposing frame. If Tommy had the chance, you knew Henry would be pulled into the fold, you were just unsure if that's what you both wanted.

Henry hadn't had much luck with work at first when he was here, so he became a boxer for a time learning to fight and defend himself and bulked up. It was terrifying to watch him be so ferocious in the ring and you thanked god each day Henry had avoided gaining a crooked nose. A few times you'd run into Tommy at the fights, your brother had singled you out and had you brought to him to stand and watch. But you were pleased to find out that your brother always placed his money on your man... So that was a good sign wasn't it?

Henry knew you didn't like his fighting but continued, he wanted to offer you everything. A home with kids and garden a cute little dog and the best clothes and food money could buy. So he saved everything! Kept all his winnings and in just over a year he had a nice sum of money in bets from his winnings and managed to earn enough for a small house. Since then he had a job doing the heavy lifting in a local Steel works.

Everything was set! Henry had a home for you, which you had a hand in help decorate. He promised a long and happy future with you! There was just the small problem of your family. They were... Protective to say the least, not only were you a Shelby sister but younger then Ava.

You quickly left the street today you were meeting Henry by the docks where Tommy kept the horse he'd just got. It was close... but not too close, it was worth the risk to be able to see Henry. Today was the day. You both decided! Henry will talk to them, introduce himself to your brothers this afternoon at the pub before they could drink too much.

You rounded the barn casting one final glance over your shoulder out of habit and slipped into the stalls. You could see him already, his flat cap and dark blue suit. Oh god he had dressed up for it, shit tommy would laugh him out of the bar. You chewed your lip and quivered you were anxious, this could be make or break. If Tommy was against it there was no way you could sneak about and keep your relationship going. They would chase henry out of Birmingham. Or kill him.

You stepped around the horse and giggled watching as henry gave himself a little pep talk twisting his signet ring on his pinkie with shaky hands. He was terrified and so were you. He paused and spun around to face you when he heard the small clicks of your heels on the concrete floor.

"W-what do you think?" he said spinning around holding his hands out letting you get a look at him. You stepped closer to him trying to settle your rapid heart. He was immaculate, stunning and handsome, sculpted by the gods... But looked too pretty. And god knows a Shelby girl wont be allowed to date a pretty boy. You smiled at him stopping inches away from him and walked your fingers over his chest slowly unbuttoning his suit jacket.

"You are magnificent... But a little too refined." you hummed motioning for him to shrug out of the loose suit jacket. He hissed out a shaky breath as you took the jacket from him and tucked it over your arm. That was better, the vest and white shirt showed his frame perfectly, and it also showed the slight strain on the buttons of his shirt. Hinting at the powerful man hidden beneath. You wanted them to see he was a strong man and it wasn't all the cut of the suit. You needed them to see you'd chosen a strong man capable of protecting you.

"There perfect" you said stepping back straightening his tie a little and stood back eyeing him carefully. There really was nothing more you could do. He would have to prove himself in what ever test your brother would conjure on the spot. By god you hope he impressed them.

"Yes you are" he quipped quickly eyes locking on to you making you blush and look away tip toeing around the horse in the stall that hid the two of you. Henry drew in a deep breath watching you closely. This was it. Today was the day, and he hadn't a clue what he was going to say to the great Shelby men. He cursed under his breath turning from you for a second. You understood, this wasn't just your future you were risking today, it was his life. Not many impress Tommy and far less managed to get in his good books when they were trying it on with the baby sister.

"You know that you have to just... Go in there and say 'I'm dating your sister' Right? Be firm and tell them like it is! Stand up to them! They would respect that" You cooed grinning at him from across the barn watching as your love eyed you from the other side of the magnificent white horse Tommy had recently got.

"What and have John blind me with his blades?" He scoffed at you before rounding the horse ducking under the stallions huge head and leant forward trapping you with huge hands resting either side of the horse stall you were leaning on.

"Ugh Johnny boy couldn't even reach your eyes Henry... Its just Tommy and Arthur you need to watch..." you rolled your eyes at him trying to act normal and ignore the black cloud hanging over your head. If this was the last time you were to be alone with him you wanted him to remember you as you are, not the nervous terrified woman you were at this moment. You smirked rising on your tip toes and teased his lips with your breath making him groan silently, the deep contracting of his wide barrelled chest the only give away to the effect you had on him.

You pulled back just as he dipped down to meet your lips and giggled at him as he wound his large arms around you hoisting you up by your waist and sat you on the wooden fence on the box stall bringing you eye level with him. You giggled folding your arms in your lap with his jacket knowing he wouldn't let you fall, he never did.

"Ah just Tommy and Arthur... That is cruel, I'm shaking in my shoes love" he teased wetting his lips with the luxurious pink tongue you knew all too well.

"Aww my poor bear, so frightened of my brothers I know, perhaps this will help you find that courage of yours~" you cooed before pressing forward kissing him on the lips. His lips drew up into a beaming grin and he stepped closer forcing your legs to part and dress to rise up to your knees as he devoured you in a heated yet forbidden kiss.

"Well then lets go shall we?" He grumbled eyes alight with a new want, a deep desire he had never shown before. It was thrilling and awe inspiring. Like he had a new lust, a lust for life and not just what was hidden beneath your skirts.

"Oh love like you said Tommy and Arthur?! I'm going to need all my strength for this meeting" he laughed as your face held a look of shock and disbelief then a petulant pout when you realised there will be no quick romp in the hay this afternoon. With one final wink he spun around heading for the door.

You stood outside the pub. Your brothers were inside, you could feel it. There was a buzz in the air, the destinct feeling that followed 'the boss' hanging around. You had drawn a little attention walking the streets With henry at your side. People watched as the young Shelby woman walked arm in arm with an undisclosed male carrying his jacket no less. It made you cringe hearing the murmurs of 'should we tell the boss' 'does tommy know?' 'should we help her?' but luckily none made any moves towards you as you moved deeper and deeper into the heath. Towards the pub. You slowed as you neared the final destination and henry pulled out his cigarette tin fishing out the small stick deciding to have a quick smoke before entering the proverbial lions den.

"It will be okay... He will... Test you, but remember family is everything and I'm his youngest sister so..." you trailed off, the truth was you didn't know what Tommy would do or say. He was unpredictable and cunning, he liked to test people. You just hoped Henry passed with flying colours... or the only thing flying will be... you closed your eyes trying not to think of what would happen if things went sour. Henry could die, literally die today for loving you. It curdled your stomach you cant loose him. You hoped Tommy would see that.

"I know that... Here twos?" he said offering you the small cigarette he had been dragging on quickly nervously trying to pull some more courage from the small stick. Because once he was inside he couldn't show any weakness. It was daunting unable to show weakness when the love of his life was on the line. Henry was under no illusions Tommy could and would kill him, and there would be little Henry could do.

"Just remember y/n no matter what I love you. I will always love you" henry said as you toom a few drags on the cigarette. You whined and nodded breathing out the smoke trying to exhale all the tension and anxiety with the fumes.

"I love you too Henry, so much more then I thought I could ever love anyone" without a thought Henry pulled you to him and pressed a kiss to your lips. He didn't give a damn he was kissing the forbidden princess right outside her king brothers castle, or that the others around them would see. Be needed this one final pick me up before faceing the firing squad.

You smiled pulling back handing Henry the remainder of the cigarette and nodded to him. You got this. Then entered the pub walking right into the private room where your family sat. Instantly Polly looked at you frowning seeing you were pale, worried. Then her eyes flicked to your hands still folded with Henry's jacket draped over them. She drew a deep breath and sat straighter looking at the three males wearily. Oh god.

"Tommy I need to talk to you" you said seriously. But the blue eyed man rolled his eyes flicking the ash off his cigarette into the crystal ashtray before speaking dismissively trying to wave you off.

"Your not having that cat its final" john and Arthur chuckled at the automatic response Tommy gave but you frowned. You wasn't to sure what to say next, you didn't want to agitate him but you needed him to listen.

"No its not that- I have something to tell you and its important" you said drawing the attention of John and Arthur, but tommy heaved a sigh and moved stubbing out the lit cigarette and flicked his eyes to you letting you know he was listening.

"Mr Shelby could we talk?" You looked up seeing Henry standing there, tall and wide. Firm and unafraid confidently eyeing your brothers in a way oud never seen before. People cowered. Henry wasn't there was no hint of the anxious man outside. Henry was on a mission.

"Not now can't you see I'm speaking with my sister?" He grunted his voice was even. But to others could be seen as irritated. You turned as Henry didn't so much as flinch, you thought he'd run off but Henry let himself into the room standing closely behind you, one hand moving to his head removing his flat cap revealing the neat styled hair. The usually fluffy curls pulled into a slick style that accentuated his angular features. You nodded to him with a smile pleading him to carry on. What you didn't expect was for henrys huge arm to wrap around your waist in front of your sibling's. Fuck. You felt the shift in the room, anger and shock radiating from the men but an overwhelming curiosity. They wanted to watch this, it was rare someone was so god damned stupid as to put hands on you.

"She is the reason I'm here Mr Shelby" Henrys voice carried over the small space in a low determined tone. You tucked yourself into him, pivoting and twisting a hand to his tummy resting there, fingers twisting the button on his vest. You just needed to feel him, you felt like you were shielding him, but it was also self soothing. You needed to reassure yourself he was here for you. No one else. You.

"Oh? And why is that then?" Tommy shifted leaning back eyeing the man who was being so familiar with his baby sister. Tommy was no fool, you hand flinched or pulled away, this male had been around you enough that you were used to him touching you. You gravitated towards him like... like a lover? Tommy's blue eyes bit into the man. As unsettling as it was seeing his sister so close to another man Tommy couldn't help feeling a little relief, a small spark of joy. If this was your beau you'd done well. Tall, muscular wide and imposing. Not many would pick a fight with him, even drunk people would steer clear of him.

"She invited me" Tommy smirked hearing the man speak, he was confident. Unafraid that boded well too. He wasn't a fucking coward... or atleast he was pretending not to be.

"This is what I wanted to talk to you all about...Tommy, Arthur, John... This is Henry... My?" You hesitated and looked between henry and our family. You just froze, clammed up at the calculating look on Tommy's face. It was frightening being scrutinised by him.

"Lover sweetheart we agreed no more secrets" Henry finally broke the silence tipping his face down to yours with a smile. Ignoring your family in favour of snapping you back to reality.

"Oh no you fuckin' aint sonny boy- y/n you get your ass over here now!" Arthur broke the silence with a rough voice shouting, ordering you to round the table and sit next to him. You grit your teeth and shoo, your head at Arthur watching as he turned red in anger. You wasn't like Ava, you never caused trouble or made trouble for your brothers, heel you were a 'goody two shoes' always doing as you were told. But this time you refused to do as you were asked and stayed put.

Tommy ever the eagle eye noticed. He had been ready to rip this man to shreds but, your simple act of defiance caught his attention. You wasn't a girl to play silly games, so to blatantly refuse and tell them no and side with this Henry meant you were serious. This was serious. And Tommy was wracking his brain he recognised this man... But from where? He was sure he wasn't a blinder so who was he?

"Now y/n don't make me come and get ya"

"I said no" you snapped at your eldest brother, but your eyes were on Tommy. Henry squeezed your waist as you stared down your most threatening of brothers. Eyes locking with his blue gaze as you held your ground. The smallest of smirks tugged at his lip. You were unsure if it was good or bad but he wasn't scowling so you'd take that as a win.

"Your the one that was boxing...pulverised the others" Tommy said pointing slowly at Henry whilst pulling a crystal glass of whisky towards him, his thumb skimming the rim of the glass in thought. He was thinking, scheming... but then again when was Thomas Shelby not scheming?

"Yes, not that it was personal I needed to win" henry spoke clearly not letting the severe glares f your other brothers shake him. He was impenetrable a solid rock- a mass of a man all firm and sharp angles determined and poised.

"Oh? And why is that then?" Tommy purred still keeping his cards close to his chest, no one knew what he really thought of you and henry or the relationship at that moment. But he was speaking, not shooting. And that was all that mattered.

"I needed the money to buy a house for your sister" Henry said plainly placing his hat on the table in front of him. It was a strange gesture but one you understood. He was making himself comfortable but also using it as a metaphor throwing his hat in the ring so to speak, showing your family he had no intentions on hightailing it out of there and leaving you in the dust.

"You did, did you?" Here was something, a twinkle in the cool blues. You tried to dig deeper but as soon as it was there it had vanished. For a second you dare say your brother was impressed with your choice in man.

"I wasn't coming to you without being able to offer your sister something... I wanted to prove I'm capable of providing her a future" Henry shrugged feeling Tommy with a stare. You shivered hearing the iron will, the absolute control Henry had over himself. John scoffed and leant over the table glaring at Henry dragging on his cigarette then spoke up trying to mimic Tommy's own indifferent threatening demeanour, but failed. There was only one Terrifying Tommy.

" and some tiny house on a backstreet in Birmingham is a future?" john scoffed laughing outloud trying to dampen Henry's resolve. But your man was ready and grinned smugly showing off the perfect teeth and stunning looks.

"Medium actually... not huge but its bigger then what she is used to, with front and back garden bought and paid for... Last week I even got her a kitten... Russian blue expensive but y/n wanted one and I wont deny her" he replied without missing a beat. Henry was proud of what he had achieved, and so he should be. The house he had managed to buy was a nicely sized three bedroom home, and it was indeed larger then where you lived with your family at the moment. Well decorated and furnished with tasteful furniture most of which you picked out together.

"And what you think I'll give my blessing because you got her a bloody cat?" tommy drew the attention back to him. You swallowed dryly. Tommy sounded mad now. You moved shuffling in front of Henry trying to cover him more, yet your hand wandered behind your back and you clasped your lovers hand tightly hoping things wont go from bad to worse.

"No, you don't need to bless anything, I'm not here to ask. I'm telling you that we are together and serious...We've been a couple for almost three years... And its about time I informed you" your breath hitched as Henry's voice resounded in the room. Oh god that was too far! You paled and snapped your head to him on the brink of tears and pressed back into Henry trying to make him pull back, but no. The man was a brick wall- immovable and stubborn... yet cool and unfazed. But what struck you most was the shock on your brothers faces. No one had spoken to any of them like that for a very long time. And for good reason.

"There is a fine line between courage and stupidity Henry" Tommy said recovering from the shock quicker then the others. He didn't even see you now standing on shaking knees trying to shield henry as much as you could with your frame. But it was no use, Henry was to big, you were but a tiny waif of a woman in front of him. But Tommy bore his curious gaze into the huge man. It would appear your love now had his undivided attention.

"I know, but I'm on the right side of it. I love your sister. And I have loved her for three years, since the day I got off the boat" tommy tilted his head to the side surprized once more by your lover. You drew a slow breath in. You knew tommy respected those who fought for their country.

"You served?" came the question as tommy poured himself another glass and then lit up another cigarette. You saw a quick smile light up his face, but again it was gone before anyone could really notice. Henry heaved a deep breath and nodded, he was no fool. He took a chance and it had paid off, or it seemed to have paid off he wasn't staring down the barrel of a gun or had a peaky cap flung at his face.

"Yes, along side you in fact... I was smaller then... Easy to miss. Your sister showed kindness to me when I had no one and nothing. She gave me hope, hope for the possibility of family and a normal life. She managed to ease my terrors and pull me from the memories of the war. And for that I will give her everything" henry spoke, you noticed your brothers each shrunk. They understood, the war left scars on the mind and it was true even henry had suffered, but you were able to sooth him and bring him back from the worst night terrors. Tommy grunted and flicked his gaze from you to your man then back again. There was a warmer hint to the blues, dare you say an acceptance. But even you knew he was still going to pull something out of the bag and throw a curveball at your love. Tommy still needed to test Henry, but atleast you could say so far so good.

"And taken something I assume?" Polly hissed looking away as your brother spoke. You rolled your eyes, did he seriously want to know if you'd fucked? Tommy held Henry captive in his gaze he knew the answer but for some reason he wanted the hear it out loud. You couldn't help this was Tommy's test, he was daring your lover to lie to him. You prayed Henry wasn't that stupid. To your reliefe he proved he wasn't as he replied sincerely.

"I shared something freely given I assure you there was no pressure" the statement wasn't smug, henry didn't make you sound like an achievement, something to conquer. And he made it clear that he hadn't pressed you into anything. It earned him a nod from all three men, you smiled they were coming around to Henry. Thank fuck!

"And you come here and say that to my face? Tell me you've broken in my sister? You certainly have balls" your smile dropped and you shifted on your feet. What just happened? Things were going great, and now they weren't? Luckily Henry was more prepared for this then you and he answered smoothly not fazed by the way things had turned so quickly.

"Yes I'm not going to stand here and lie about our relationship I love her. And I'll not hide it a second more. I will protect her and cherish her she has my upmost respect"

"So you say you respect her? Yet... She's carrying you jacket around like some maid?" tommy tried twisting things pokeing at Henry trying to get a rise out of him. Probably so he had a reason to chase him off. But you wanst having it.

"Tommy, I'm holding it so he cannot run! Stop being an ass" you growled releasing Henry's hand and moved forward seething at your brother who lounged back regarding you carefully.

"That's enough mouth from you y/n you've done enough becoming a fucking little whore when our back is turned?" you paused takeing half a step back as tommy's furious gaze landed on you. You quivered feeling hurt, flushing in anger and embarrassment. Not once had he spoke to you like that, you were always praised by your brother, protected and loved to hear him growl at you so cruely was heart breaking.

"I'd ask you don't speak to her like that-" Henry spoke up growing angry himself with the way Tommy had spoke to you. But henry was ignored as Tommy began to lay into you hissing venomously belittling you in front of your family and lover.

"Tell me sister is this some last mineut attempt to cover up a bastard? If so is it even his? For all we know you could be bed hopping all over the heath" you whined at the assault mouth hanging open trying to form words but it was hard. Your eyes welled with tears. Call you a cry baby but you loved your brothers and tried to do them proud to have one of them be so nasty cut you deep.

"No!- Tommy of course not-"

"So your just becoming the heaths bike then? To think after everything you'd sink so low to ruin yourself- Ava was one thing she's always ran around behind our backs but you? I really expected better then to become a two bit whore" his words were like razors ice picks hitting your chest, he always knew how to slice deep. It came with being a blinder- but you never thought you'd be on the receiving end. You moved back another step bumping into Henry, you wanted to run and hide. For the first time in your life you were scared, you didn't want to feel your brothers fury.

"Do not speak to her like that in my presence ever again" Henry snarled brushing past you hiding your quivering from behind him. He was livid and for a second you thought he was going to swing for your brother.

"She's my sister-" Tommy started looking back at henry who had taken the bait hook line and sinker. But was cut off by henry stepping forward leaning over crowding Tommy thumping the table with more force then necessary. Everything jumped, the glasses ashtray even the bottle leapt from the table. You jerked gasping as the bang echoed in the room.

"I don't give a fuck. You wont ever talk to her that again. She is mine and brother or not you will treat her with respect or you will pay for it!" everything stopped. No one moved. No one breathed. It wasn't everyday someone threatened A Shelby, least of all Tommy. Henry growled at your blue eyed brother. Tommy tilted his head taking him in.

"H-henry?" you whispered moving forward pressing a hand to the small buckle as the back of his vest tugging him back, making him stand at his full Hight just in time as John shot up from his seat ready to lunge.

"Oi! Don't you talk to him like that I'll have your fucking eyes!" he roared jumping up turning on your lover but Tommy stopped him fisting a hand in his jacket and tugging him to sit back down... He was grinning?

"Tommy?" Arthur asked not following, but then again he always was a few steps behind everyone. You frowned blinking back tears and gasped. That bastard! It was a trick! You slumped and wrapped yourself around henry before anyone could realise what happened. Henry curled himself around you frowning confused and you tucked yourself into him.

"Any man who a the balls to defend her against me...Will protect her from anyone..." Tommy spoke and tipped his head to the seat across from him offering Henry a seat at the table. You both sat quickly beside one another Polly moved pouring you both a drink, you looked like you needed it.

"So? So you mean we can be together?" Henry asked trying to keep up with how he'd just gone from having a target on his back to having a seat with the family. Tommy smiled nodding whilst bringing his own drink to his lips sipping the amber liquid then spoke.

"Mmm But you've broken her... You'll repay me for ruining her by making her an honest woman"

"The rings in my pocket" Henry said rubbing your back as you shook next to him, the adrenaline and worry now rushing through you. All these years of anxiety washing away with sweet tears of reliefe. Henry tucked you under his arm and held you close on the bench seat hushing you as you crumbled. You didn't really register what was said instead pressed your self into him hands tugging his clothes trying to calm down.

"Then do it- but you ever turn your fists on her I'll kill you" Tommy threatened holding out his cigarette tin offering one to henry, he took it thanking him then popped it between his lips and lit the white stick. His hand only quivered slightly, the rush of what just happened hitting him.

"It will never happen, I couldn't live with myself if I ever made her feel less then perfect let alone harm her" he said squeezing you tighter to his side.

"Then we have a deal?" tommy smiled, a genuine smile as he spied the two of you. He had no doubt, if henry was willing to go toe to toe with him in his pub, in front of his family- probably the most dangerous thing you could do in the heath. Then henry will take care of you and protect you with his life. Plus Henry made you happy and that was all Tommy could ask for, your safety and happiness. Contrary to what people thought he had no issues with anyone dating his sisters. He just didn't want his girls to have weak simpering husbands to protect them should the worst ever happen... And Henry knew how to shoot a gun from his time in the forces, so when handed a weapon Tommy wont have to worry about having a newbie protecting his baby sister. And Henry will be given a gun to protect you with.

"That we do" Henry grinned shaking Tommy's hand and quickly snagged your own placing a thin gold band on your left ring finger before you could even muster a single sound. You blinked wiping your eyes pawing at the salty droplets and gasped seeing the band on your finger, a small diamond in the centre or the dainty ring.

"W-what your not e-ven gonna ask me Henry?" You stuttered at him hiccupping and sniffling trying not to have a full blown breakdown and cry from both relief and happiness. Henry laughed pressing a cheeky kiss to your cheek making you flush and tuck your head back into his chest trying to hide from the onlookers.

"Now why would I give you the chance to say no? Hmm? I may be a tad slow sometimes but I'm not a complete idiot" he purred finishing with a small chuckle, that the others echoed everyone had calmed down accepting the news. You whined at him and slapped his chest lightly pouting as henry laughed.

"Besides your brother and I made a deal" he added as you pulled back eyeing your new ring with a weak smile managing to control yourself bar a few sniffling gasps and the odd rogue tear.

"Oh s-o I'm b-business?~" you tried to tease him but the words lost their bite as you were still tearful from your crying. You were weepy you couldn't help it, today had been stressful- hell this past week had been stressful!

"Business? No... Your my world love" he cooed not caring in the slightest at how soppy he sounded. He wasn't here to put on a show for your brothers. He was here for you.

"I love you" you said peeking up at him with a shy smile.

"Good to know~" he hummed winking at you taking another drag of the cigarette, but you pouted sticking out your bottom lip like you did each time he teased you.

"Yes, yes I love you too" he caved pressing a chaste kiss to your lips drawing a growl from your eldest brother, but nothing was thrown so you summarized you were safe.

"Congratulations Henry I told you they weren't that bad" Polly spoke up quickly ending your sweet kiss before anything could go south.

"Yes Ms Polly you were right, we should have listened to you" henry admitted rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly

"Wait pol you knew?" tommy growled snapping to his aunt but the older woman rolled her eyes. Honestly you think he'd learn by now. No one pulled the wool over Polly's eyes.

"Who to you think has helped keep her from having a kid for three years Tommy! At least that's one thing I don't have to worry about anymore thank god!" she huffed pretending to be annoyed but you knew she was happy for you. She had been routing for henry, and trying to get you to tell the boys for a long time. You were just scared.

"Polly! Stop it" you squeaked flushing, no one needed to know just what Polly had been helping you with! Least of all your fucking siblings!

"What its true? Now your free to pop them out without any uncomfortable questions from this lot, and i have no doubt it will be soon" she teased with a smirk enjoying tormenting you, she had bit her tongue for too long it was about time she got to poke fun at you. You were such a shy innocent little thing.

"Oh my god stop" you moaned ducking down as everyone chuckled at your expense. Henry then made it worse by ducking down beside you and whispered in your ear.

"...She does have a point love" then nipped at it quickly before turning back to your brothers as your face flamed.

It hadn't been the easiest of days, but in the end all the worry and anxiety had paid off not only had you managed to reveal your relationship to your family with no casualties. But you also became engaged to the man of your dreams. Tommy seemed relived, he was happy for you in his own over protective brotherly way. The freedom that came with todays outcome was worth it and now you and henry were free to start your lives together. Truly start with a marriage kids the whole nine yards! And you'd never been happier.

#peaky blinders au #henry cavill #henry cavill fic #henry cavill imagine #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill fanfiction #rpf #henry cavill au #henry cavil x y/n

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His Good Sweater: Chapter 4

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Thank you as always to my best friend and Beta reader @acollectionofficsandshit for putting up with me and my ramblings ♥

Word Count: 3.8k

Recommended song: "ily (I love you baby)" by Surf Mesa and Emilee

You'd never been more thankful that you kept a change of clothes in your car than you were after the race at Silverstone. You'd showered again, changing back into the sweaty tee and leggings. The clean emergency hoodie and jeans were a blessing, and casual enough for a night on the town.

Most of the crew had left, only a few poor souls pouring over race data or packing up essentials. James let you into the trailer yard this time without hesitation. "We really should just get you a key," He teases, "Sure would make my life easier."

Rolling your eyes, you give the tower of muscle a pitiful shove. He doesn't move an inch. "Thanks James. I'll ask Pierre to look into it."

A sudden wave of tiredness washes over you when you make it back to the trailer. You flip through the channels on the tiny television, settling on an analysis of the day’s race.

“And a brilliant drive from young Pierre Gasly, wasn’t it John?”

“I completely agree Martin. Gasly took advantage of every slip up by Mercedes and Red Bull and he has to be commended for that. Max made some rare mistakes and…”

You smile to yourself, their praise washing over you. Yawning, you curl up on Pierre's bed, the familiar smell of cedar lulling you into a light sleep in minutes.

**********

A gentle touch to your cheek wakes you some hours later. You crack your eyes open, greeted by a smile brighter than the stars in the night sky. You taste eternal sunshine on his lips when you kiss him, your soul sparking in response to his light.

"Good morning," He murmurs, thumb rubbing along your jaw. "Sleep well?"

You snuggle closer to him, eyes closing once more as you soak up the warmth. "Is it time to go out already?"

"It is. But we can stay here if you want to." He brushes a stray hair off your face. The gesture is so tender, if you didn’t know any better you’d never guess he could turn into the seasoned, take-no-shit racer you’d seen hours before.

You shake your head. You couldn't let him miss out on celebrating his victory with his closest friends. Besides, you hadn't seen any of them for a span of time longer than a few minutes in months, and truth be told, you missed them all.

Those boys had a knack for turning the simplest of outings into unforgettable adventures. You had been sworn to secrecy on numerous occasions after Pierre recounted drunken escapades that usually ended with Max sleeping somewhere preposterous, like a claw-footed bathtub in a fancy suite.

“Where are we going?” You ask sleepily. “Somewhere nearby?”

Pierre tugs you up until you’re sitting. He pulls you back against his chest, arms wrapping around you as he sets his chin on your shoulder. “Yeah. Maybe ten minutes away.”

You lean your full weight against him, admiring how perfectly your bodies slot together. “Can I leave my car here?”

“As long as you’re okay with it staying here until tomorrow, that’s fine.” He coaxes you to stand and presses a kiss to your temple as a reward. Your limbs are still heavy and uncooperative. Pierre winds an arm around your waist, supporting you and assuming the position of your rock as he always did.

"You don't sleep here," You state simply, looking at him for confirmation. He shakes his head.

"Wouldn't be enough room for two anyway." He gestures to the tiny twin sized bed and shrugs.

Your brow furrows. “Am I staying with you tonight?” You honestly had not considered it. The jet usually left early and you had assumed he would want to get as much rest as possible. But now that you had experienced waking up next to him, you realize how much you want his face to be the first thing you see when you open your eyes each morning.

“Of course you’re staying with me. I’m taking every second of your time that I can get.”

You bite your lip and lay your head on his shoulder. The idea of falling asleep in his arms was enough to shake any lingering sleepiness. “Okay.” Confident that you could hold yourself up, you step out of his grasp. “Ready.”

The few mechanics roaming about the grounds are enough to keep you cautious. You walk through the paddock a hair's breadth apart, although every nerve screams for you to touch him. Every time your arm grazes his, electricity ripples across your skin. All you want to do is hold his hand, but there’s enough prying eyes that you restrain the impulse.

You can tell he feels it too by the way his fingers curl and uncurl at his sides. And he's biting his cheek, you notice. A nervous habit of his and a clear indicator that he'd retreated inside his own head, likely contemplating if he'd truly deserved to win today or not.

Every few months his doubts crept in, the devil on his shoulder reminding him that Horner hadn't deemed him good enough to keep his seat at Red Bull after only a handful of races.

You'll never be as talented as them, is what you'd imagined it whispered. They're only here because they pity you. What makes you think you deserve a seat?

It couldn't be farther from the truth. Deep down, Pierre knew that. Driving in Formula 1 meant being under constant scrutiny from the public and sportscasters. Making an error meant debates about whether you were good enough and rumors about seat security.

There were no such errors today. You'd heard the commentary after the race; everyone was raving about his performance. Not one person had dared say he didn't deserve it.

Not wanting him to suffer alone, you subtly wrap your pinky finger around his. "You're okay," You say softly, his head whipping to you. "You deserved that trophy today. It was some of the best driving I've ever seen, everyone agrees. You deserve a trophy every time you get in that car. You'll always be my champion, even if the world tells you otherwise."

It takes a moment for it to sink in, but he nods and releases your pinkie. "You're my grounding rod," He says, lips curling in a knowing smile, and you can't hold back your laugh.

"Leave it to you to turn a romantic moment into a cheesy one." Instead of saying you're my rock like any normal person, he had to bring up the time you'd embarrassed yourself at the bar a year or so ago. He'd let you prattle on to poor Dan about building grounding rods of all things, and how you'd thought your professor's way of designing such a system was flawed. Pierre would never let you live that down, it seemed.

Max spots the two of you first, waving from where the boys had gathered outside Red Bull. “About time you showed up! We’ve been waiting for ten minutes!”

“She fell asleep,” Pierre says simply, his confidence back. “Takes her awhile to wake up.”

“Whatever, I’m just glad you’re here,” Daniel says, throwing an arm around your shoulders and tucking you tight to his side. You couldn’t help the broad smile creeping onto your face, twin to the aussie’s as you hug him back.

“We missed you,” Charles says, falling into step beside you. “I never hear from you anymore!”

You grimace. It was true, while the three boys had texted you quite frequently the past few months, you had barely responded to them. You felt guilty about it, knowing they were taking time out of their packed schedules to catch up. But uni had been kicking your ass and the only one you’d found time for was Pierre. Looking back, you were glad he had been the exception.

“Yeah, sorry about that,” You say. “Lots of projects.”

“And that new internship,” Max points out. Your eyebrows flick up, gaze flicking to Pierre. You had been awarded an internship a month or so ago at a local engineering firm in London. It was only part time work, a few hours a week, but it was enough. The only one you had told was Pierre.

Pierre grins, the gesture a silent apology. “I may have spilled the beans.”

You cut him a glare, the others laughing at your attempt at being intimidating. But you couldn’t turn away from him, not when he was looking at you with the same pride you had felt when he’d won earlier that day.

“Uber’s here,” Charles announces, checking his phone.

“Where?” Daniel asks, and Charles indicates a black SUV parked at the curb. Daniel and Max exchange a look, shouting “Shotgun!” at the same time. Both boys break into a full sprint, feet pounding on the pavement. Daniel wins - barely, leaving Max and Charles to squeeze into the back seat.

Pierre follows you into the third row of seats, his hand immediately engulfing yours. Your stomach flips, glancing up to find a reassuring smile on his face. You could barely focus on what was said for the first half of the ride, hyperaware of the callouses rubbing your skin. The world around you erupts into color at the touch, completing the part of you that you’d never realized was missing.

The remainder of the drive is filled with laughter, jokes, and plenty of selfies with the driver. It wasn’t every day one could brag about having four world class drivers in your car; you couldn’t blame the man for being excited.

By the time you arrive at the bar, your sides are already splitting with laughter. “First round is on you, Ricciardo,” Charles says, wagging a finger at him. “Punishment for bringing up the Abu Dhabi incident again!”

“Jokes on you, I was already planning on it!” He glances at you and winks. “Gotta congratulate the winner somehow, right?” Little did the Australian know, you had already congratulated Pierre a few hours ago, and you doubted that a few shots would outshine that performance. You hope the pink tinge that rises to your cheeks with the memory isn't obvious and you duck your head just in case.

A blast of air conditioning hits you as you all stumble into the bar. All eyes fell to you and the ragtag group of drivers when you entered, silence blanketing the patrons. The bartender slams a fist on the wooden bartop, rattling glasses and making you flinch.

“Been wonderin’ when you lot were gonna show your ugly mugs!”

Daniel, Max and Charles erupt into friendly laughter, shaking the man’s hand and making small talk. You look to Pierre for an explanation.

“Tradition,” He murmurs. The noise returned to a normal level around you, though you could feel the glances thrown your way. “We come here every year, but only if one of us wins at Silverstone. Been awhile since that happened.”

"Ah," You say, nodding dramatically. "Yes, very long time." Pierre grins, shaking his head.

"Who won this year?" The man - William, Pierre informs you- asks. He towered over you when you sat on the sticky bar stool, tall and lanky but well muscled and certainly not someone you would expect patrons to try disrespecting. He was already pouring five shots of a fine Irish Whiskey, waving Daniel off when he tried to start a tab. “My treat.”

Max claps a hand on Pierre's shoulder. "This one claimed the crown, for once!"

"Wey hey!" William says, passing out the shots. "Everyone else crash out or what?"

"You should watch the replay," You say, knocking Pierre's shoulder with your own. "It was amazing. The move he used to get past Max-" you bring your pinched fingers to your lips in a chef's kiss. "Gorgeous."

"Much to Max's despair," Charles adds, raising his shot. "To the underdog!"

You all echo the sentiment, the boys knocking back the strong alcohol with practiced ease. It didn't go down as smooth for you, burning your throat and making you wince.

Daniel laughs. "Not used to drinking with us anymore, huh?"

"Must have lost my edge," You say, the woody taste lingering in your mouth. "I'm sure it'll hit me hard in a half hour or so, too."

**********

Well, you weren't wrong about the alcohol hitting you like a punch to the gut. Two shots later and you were swaying like a sailor on his first excursion out to sea, Pierre's shoulder the only thing keeping you from toppling off the bar stool.

Pierre's eyes were bright as the others poked fun at him, William joining in with a witty remark now and then. His laugh wrapped around you like a warm blanket, keeping you content and grounded.

"Hey Pierre," Daniel says at one point, "Don't look now but that table of girls has been obsessed with you all night."

Pierre, blitzed as he was, pays no attention to Dan's warning and turns around. A loopy grin was plastered on his face, turning back and shaking his head.

You may not have been able to think straight, but your stomach lurches. Instantly sobering slightly, you follow Dan's gaze to the indicated table to your left. Three beautiful women sat there, whispering behind their hands and clearly speaking about Pierre. One bit her lip and caught your eye, giggling. Her looks were universally attractive enough that she would be anyone’s type, Pierre included. The possessiveness in the gaze she raked over his body set your blood boiling.

This… was not a scenario you wanted to play out. You didn't know if Pierre was ready to tell his friends about your relationship yet. You knew he wouldn't let any of those girls have the light of day, but he might let them fawn over him a little, just to protect your secret. And it would kill you, but you would have no choice but to let it happen.

"I'm good," Pierre says, sipping the beer he had been nursing all night.

"Come on mate," Max pushes, a wicked grin on his flushed face, "That blonde is so your type."

No she isn't.

You’re already staring up at Pierre when he turns to you. You have always worn your emotions on your sleeve for anyone to see, and it only got worse when mixed with alcohol. Pierre smiles softly, taking mercy on you. Slowly, he takes your hand and threads your fingers together before turning back to the boys.

"One of you can tell them I’m not interested. I already have my girl."

Heart beating wildly, you scan your friends faces. They were all wide eyed and slack jawed, staring at your joined hands. Pierre gives your hand a gentle squeeze, reminding you to breathe. He read you like an open book, offering reassurance when you needed it most.

"It's about fucking time!" Daniel roars, breaking the tense silence. Your shoulders relax, grinning along with the others. Pierre beams at you, knocking your shoulder to say I told you so.

"Does this mean I get a break from listening to you obsess over her every weekend?" Max asks, giving you a meaningful look.

"Likely not," Pierre answers. "I'm still just as obsessed as before. Maybe more." Max pretends to gag, earning him a playful punch from Charles. God, it was so freeing for your relationship to be more open, even if it was just between your closest friends.

"I'd just like to point out that I told you two this would happen years ago," Charles says matter of factly, pointing at Max and Dan. "Should've taken you up on that bet."

Your mouth hung open. "You were going to bet on us being a couple?"

"Oh come on," Max says, rolling his eyes. "We all knew it was coming eventually. We just didn't know when!"

Pink stains your cheeks, but Pierre laughs and leans in to kiss you. Remembering the girls behind you, you press a little closer to him. Under the guise of placing a kiss to his cheek, you meet the blonde's eyes and smile sweetly.

The woman preens, mouth twisting. Good. Pierre was yours, and now that he'd admitted it, you could let those girls know it. His hand slips to your thigh, squeezing hard. A clear warning that you were venturing into dangerous territory. You didn't care.

The alcohol in your veins makes you bold, and you want to drive your point home. They could look all they wanted, but he was coming home with you. You push the boundary farther and bite the soft skin of his neck just hard enough to leave a mark. Pierre's hiss finally makes you pull back and look up at him innocently.

"Get a room," Daniel teases with a wink. You smile at him, mumbling an insincere apology. Your point had been made. The arrogant smirk had been wiped from the woman’s face, replaced with a grimace.

"I think it is time for us to get going," Pierre says, annoyance flashing across his face. Oh, you had stoked the fire and now you would have to face the consequences.

"We're just getting started," Charles complains. Pierre slaps a few bills on the counter and gets up without responding.

"Bye guys!" You call over your shoulder as Pierre drags you towards the door. They all wave back, Max's lower lip jutting out in a pout. Your eyes slid one more time to the blonde, who had her arms crossed over her chest. You give her a wicked, taunting grin and return her earlier wink.

Pierre halts so quickly that you run into him. “Why are we leaving?”

“You know why,” He growls, flagging down a cab. “You didn't like how she was looking at me, so you did something about it. You might not have noticed, but every man in that bar had their eyes on you. So I’m following your example and doing something about it.”

Your brow furrows. Pierre won’t meet your gaze, and your eyes fall to the purple mark on his neck. You didn’t like his tone; it bordered dangerously on anger. “Are you… Are you mad that I did that?”

Tears threaten to spill when he finally looks at you. God, you were a blubbering drunk. When your lip wobbles, his anger fades and he sighs. “I’m not mad. I just… I didn’t think you’d want me flaunting our relationship yet. When you did this-” He gestures to his neck- “I could barely keep my hands off you. Not when I saw the guy walking up to you.”

You sniff, trying to conjure the image of the bar. “I didn’t notice anyone.”

“Yeah, cause I dragged you out here before he could say anything.” Pierre pulls his hood up and sighs. “Trying to catch a cab here is harder than overtaking Hamilton.”

You laugh harder than you should at the off-hand remark, following after him as he trudges down the sidewalk. “Why are you not drunk? I feel like you should be drunk. You won a race. They were feeding you shots one after another.”

“One of us had to be responsible and make sure we got home okay.” He smiles over his shoulder at you. “And I knew as soon as you had that first shot it would have to be me. Didn’t you notice me handing the shots to the other guys?”

“No,” You say, rubbing your eyes. “What about the boys? How are they gonna get home?” Pierre stops, forcing you to do the same. He tugs your hood up, makes sure his is secure enough to hide his face, and grabs your hand.

“I already told Seb to come round them up in an hour or so. They’ll be fine.”

You don’t respond, too busy trying to put one foot in front of the other and not fall on your face. It doesn’t help that your vision is a tad blurry. Finally you give up and whine, “How much further?”

“It’s right there,” He says, pointing at a towering glass building just across the street. “In five minutes, you can be tucked into a cozy, fluffy suite and you can rest all you want, my love.”

You hum at the words, warmth flooding your veins from more than the liquor. “I like that.”

“What, the building?” He asks, amused. He helps you cross the empty street, making sure you’re paying attention to where you’re going.

“Noooo, what you said,” You clarify, leaning on him as you try to navigate the handful of steps leading to the hotel.

He’s quiet until you reach the elevator. “My love,” He murmurs, and you grin up at him.

“Mon… mon coeur,” You manage to say, somehow pulling the French phrase out of the dregs of your memory. The words are slurred and you know that you absolutely botch the pronunciation, but the intent is clear. You may have lived in France since you were 18, but learning the language wasn’t a requirement when almost everyone knew english as well. But the two of you had spent many hours watching Pierre’s favorite french films over the years; some of it must have unintentionally rubbed off on you.

A disbelieving smile tugs at his lips. “How do you even know what that means?”

You shrug. “Just do.” The elevator doors open and you step out, Pierre following. You halt, not knowing which hall to take. You glance up at your companion for help, only to find him staring back at you. “What?”

He shakes his head and leads you down the corridor to his room. It's a spacious corner suite, with huge windows facing Silverstone that give him a perfect view of the track. You make for the window but Pierre’s hand on your wrist stops you.

“I don’t think so, it’s time for you to sleep.”

“But I just wanna see,” You protest weakly.

“Nice try. I know you. You’ll sit in front of that window for hours if I let you.”

You give in only because he was right. Cityscapes of any kind drew your attention like a moth to a flame. You pouted anyway, but let him take you to the bedroom. Gentle pressure on your shoulders had you sinking into the plush mattress, groaning at the luxurious softness. Pierre laughs as he helps you out of your shoes and jeans, leaving the hoodie.

Eyelids drooping, you climb under the covers Pierre had pulled back for you. He tucks you in and kisses your temple. You grab for him, tugging on his shirt until he stoops down and gives you a proper kiss. When he steps out of your grasp, you panic.

“Stay,” You mumble, fear bubbling in your chest. He had to stay, he couldn’t leave, not when you only had this one night left-

“I’m just taking off my shoes,” He assures you, his weight sliding in behind you to settle against your back. You sigh, moulding yourself to him as best you could. Being in his arms was somehow familiar, even if he’d never held you like this. It felt like home.

“Pierre?”

“Hmm?”

“I love you.”

Pillowy soft lips press to the nape of your neck. “I love you too, mon coeur.”

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Drastic Measures- Part 4

@daminette-december2019-2020

~Flowers~

Would some people use this prompt for romance? yes

Am I people? no

Ao3

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“Isn’t it amazing Tiki?” Marinette exclaims throwing the curtains open.

“No,” Adrien groans rolling over preferring it to glaring at the light.

“Just look at that garden,” Marinette sighs resting on the window sill.

“Wow, plants,” Plagg snuggles up in the blankets more.

“I’m going down before breakfast,” Marinette darts away from the window throwing on clothes, “Adrien do you want to come?”

“Raring to go,” Adrien yawns still under the covers, “Meet you down there,”

Marinette giggles leaving the room, and Adriens snores behind her.

“Someone’s enjoying not being on a schedule,” Tiki flew beside her, both confident that cameras would catch the Kwami anyway, “And I never once saw you this ready to go to school,”

“It’s much easier not having to juggle everything at school plus Ladybug and that bed?” Marinette sighs at the very thought, “The hero of Paris has not slept that well in a long while let me tell you,”

“I’m glad Marinette you deserve a break,” Tikki hugs her cheek.

“We both do Tiki,” They could use a long holiday after this was all over if it ever was.

“Miss duping-Cheng,”

“Alfred!” Marinette jumps, hoping tiki got out of sight in time, “Sorry! Didn’t see you there I was just I’m talking to um...”

“I’m well aware miss Dupain-Cheng,” Marinette's blood runs cold, “However you might have a tad more luck talking with the flower out there instead of the dead ones in that vase there,”

“Flowers in the… oh! Yes ah, very good point thank you, Alfred,”

“And if you wouldn’t mind visiting the rose bush at the back of the west wing they could use your magic touch,”

“Of course- I’m mean magic! What magic I don’t know what you're talking about!” She should probably just leave, “West wing you say? where’s that?”

“To the west miss,”

“Ah! Yes well, that would make sense,” Marinette cringes already halfway down the hall, “Thank you, Alfred!”

Marinette races down the hallway before more questions could come. She reaches the garden in record time only slowing down when the flowers came into view.

“Oh Tiki they're gorgeous,” Marinette let her fingers brush gently over the rose petals, “I’m not sure what Alfred is talking about,”

Marinette sits on the neatly trimmed grass taking out her sketchbook. Tiki darts from flower to flower leaving a trail of brightly blooming flowers in her wake.

Marinette is finishing off the details of a flower petal based skirt when a solid force barrels her over.

“What the- oh hi!” Marinette giggles as a wet snout pushes in her face, “Who are you, you handsome boy?”

Marinette scratches at the Great Danes ears giving herself enough space to sit back up. She laughs again showering the canine with affection. She catches a figure standing off to the side of the rose bush. Must be one of Bruce Wayne’s sons. she knows enough from second-hand gossip and the odd news article to take a guess that this one's Damian the youngest considering he should be about her age. He’s looking at them softly, must be his dog. Strange that from most of what she had heard he was cold, well except for Lila's retellings but those could hardly be believed. But still, he was cute-- Marinette swiftly shakes her head to get rid of that train of thought.

“Hi!” Marinette waves, one hand still occupied patting, something in Damian's expression snaps turning cold and harsh, “You're Damian right?”

“As if you didn’t know,” He spits walking over, Marinette raises a brow.

“I took a guess,” She shrugs, turning her attention back to the dog when he starts licking her face, “But I don’t know who this is, what’s his name?”

“Tt Titus,”

“Hello, Titus aren’t you just beautiful?” Marinette scratches his head as he lets out a bark.

“Titus here,” At Damian's command Titus leaves Marinette to sit by his side, “You interrupted out morning walk,”

Actually, you interrupted me. Marinette keeps the thought to herself trying to give him the benefit of the doubt. An act maybe? for public appearances. Marinette knew Adrien took on a persona for his fans.

“Sorry, lovely place to have a walk tho,” Marinette stands gazing wistfully at the flowers, “Aren’t they gorgeous?”

“Leave,”

“Excuse me?” Marinette reels back scowling at him now. He meets her scowl with one that would have been threatening if she hadn't donned a spotted mask years ago. Seeing her not back down he moves forward, Marinette holds her position.

“You’re only going to ruin everything so leave,” His gaze in her is steely, filled with resentment. Marinette meets it silently not wanting to insult her host's son, someone out of the two of them had to be polite. Damian huffs again brushing past her with Titus at his heels.

Marinette huffs as well heading in the opposite direction Tiki hiding away in her bag. She’s ready to head back to the room to vent to Adrien or Plagg whoever’s more awake. She startles as Dick appears next to her.

“Hi, Marinette,” Marinette doesn't have enough time to wipe the look off her face, “What’s wrong?”

“Just met Damian,”

“That explains it,” Tim says, crossing the hall and disappearing into another room in time to avoid Dick's glare.

“He told me to leave! And that I would only ruin everything,” Marinette lets it out, confident that her frustration wouldn’t even register to Hawkmoth in a city like Gotham, “And I’m pretty sure he wasn’t talking about the rose garden,”

“Oh I wouldn’t worry about that,” Dick says cheerfully guiding her towards her room, “Damian's just not great at expressing emotions I’m sure he didn’t mean to offend,”

I’m pretty sure he did

But she didn’t have time to argue, Dick was already pushing her gently down the hall to her room.

“Don’t worry about it ok?”

“Ok,”

Marinette then proceeded to go to her room and worry about it.

—-

Dick waves Marinette off with a smile it drops when she disappears down the hall. He ducks into the room Tim just went. Tim coming out of the secret passage just as he did.

“Wouldn’t go down there Damian's throwing a temper tantrum,” Tim warns holding a laptop and a cup of coffee that might be fused to him at this point.

“I’m sure he’s not,” Dick pats his shoulder, moving past before the passage closes.

“Whatever I’m going to order more training dummies,”

They part ways Dick hurrying down to the bat cave. Sure enough, Damian was there cutting down training dummies one after the other.

“Hey,” Dick calls leaning against a shelf on the edge of the training mat, “What’s up?”

Damian huffs turning to slice up another target.

“Why are you mad at Marinette?” Dick presses, “She seems sweet,”

“Don't trust an assassin,”

Ah so that’s what it is

" She seems innocent,” Then again so did her mother and that woman had proven to be terrifying.

“She was trained to,” Damian stops taking the water Dick offers him, “Don’t trust her for a second, she’ll turn in you,”

—-

“You take that back!!” Marinette beats Adrien over the head with a pillow, “I’ll take your miraculous and hand it over to Hawkmoth myself if you ever say that again!”

“Are you telling me you didn’t find it punny?” Adrien cracks up, getting a face full of pillow.

“Adrien!”

“Alright alright,” he surrenders, and Marinette backs off, “So what did he do next?”

“He told me to leave! Right to my face!” Marinette recites, falling back on the bed, “That’s just so rude- no not rude, mean ,”

“Mmhmm,”

“ What ,”

“No offense Mari we’re but you do this a lot,” Adrien rolls over resting on his stomach.

“Do what?” Marinette crosses her arms, cautious of where this was going.

“Dislike people the first time meeting them,”

“Name on-“

“Kagami,” Well yes not like I'm about to share my reason.

“Mhmm, how did breaking up with her over text before fleeing the country go by the way?”

“I don't want to talk about it,” Adrien face plants into the mattress screaming for a few seconds before popping back up, right as rain, “Lila,”

“I was right about that one,”

“An exception, not the rule,” Adrien waves her off, “Me,”

“You put gum on my seat,” Marinette smirks.

“I did not!” Adrien sits up shouting.

“Sure,” Marinette shugs trying to bait him into changing the topic.

“Anyway, maybe just don’t judge him on this first impression,” Adrien relaxes not falling for the bait, “Maybe it’ll be like when you met me,”

“You're right!” Marinette points, startling him, “Now I just have to wait for it to rain!”

“Wait what? I don't think you got what I meant!” Adrien calls after her as Marinette runs out of the room.

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#miraculous #miraculous ladybug fic #miraculous ladybug #Marinette #miraculous marinette #badass marinette #maribat #daminette

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rainingpouringetc · 3 years

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so hug all your friends and let them know you’re not letting go

ch 2 - remembering the time you saw them just yesterday

ch 1 | read on ao3 | masterlist

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It took time for Alastair to grow used to Grace, more than it had taken when he’d become friends with Ariadne. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to be friends with Grace—it was more complicated than that. She had been a key instrument in much of Cordelia’s pain for quite some time when they all arrived in London. Even if Cordelia and James were now engaged, it did not erase the past.

But that also did not mean he wouldn’t give her a chance. He knew nothing of her motives or childhood, and for him to judge her for such things would make him the highest of hypocrites. So when they left the library and Ariadne suggested dinner, Alastair agreed and directed the carriage toward a restaurant he’d been to with his mother and sister a few times. He’d wanted to take Charles, but Charles always had a strict policy of not being seen together in public. Really, it was a wonder that they had lasted as long as they did.

Dinner was a pleasant affair, full of more laughter and light than Alastair thought any of them were capable of. Ariadne had been wrapped up in Anna for so long, head over heels for a girl who refused to fall in love, and Alastair was still trying to deal with the scorn of the Merry Thieves on top of worrying for his mother and father. And, of course, Grace was dealing with her own problems, what with her mother being arrested. Then there was the matter of her engagement to Charles. Alastair knew there was no chance they were in love, and he wouldn’t wish a loveless marriage on anyone. Not even them.

Ariadne had the carriage drop Alastair off at his house before she and Grace returned to the Bridgestock residence with a promise to talk again soon. Alastair could see them whispering together conspiratorially as they pulled off into the night. It made him smile. Ariadne deserved more friends, more so than anyone he’d ever met.

He bounded up the steps and into his house, shutting the door quietly behind him. His mother might already be asleep, and if she was, the last thing he wanted was to disturb her.

A light shining under the door to the library caught his attention. Who could be up still? Frowning, he pushed the door open carefully and glanced around.

Cordelia was curled up on the sofa with a volume of poetry, her feet tucked beneath her and her red hair tumbling down to block her face like a curtain. She looked up as he entered, a discontented frown forming on her face. “Hello,” she said in a small voice. “Did you have a good time?”

Though the question would usually be sweet and thoughtful, there was a sharp undercurrent to it that had Alastair furrowing his brow. “Yes,” he said simply, sitting on the opposite end of the sofa. “So sorry we missed the party.”

“No, you’re not.”

“You’re right, I’m not.” He tried for a smile, but it was quite difficult with the look Cordelia was giving him. “I was sure it was going to be dreadfully boring, and I avoid all such things on principle.”

“Why didn’t you tell me you knew Ariadne?”

Alastair stared at her for a moment. Cordelia wasn’t one to beat around the bush, but he hadn’t quite expected her to state it so bluntly.

He found he had no answer. It wasn’t as though he had intentionally kept it from her. It just… hadn’t come up.

When he didn’t respond, Cordelia made a noise of frustration and closed her book with a heavy thud. “Did you know Lucie asked me if the two of you had an understanding? And after you left Matthew stormed off in a huff. And I was so stunned I couldn’t say anything to either of them.” She looked down at her hands, still clutching the book. “I thought we were past this, Alastair. I thought we were telling each other things again. I thought—” She looked up at him, dark eyes beseeching. “I thought we were getting better.”

“That’s not fair, Cordelia, and you know it,” Alastair snapped, his defensive walls slamming into place.

She scoffed and returned her gaze to her hands, the movement sending her hair in a cascade over her shoulder. Her face scrunched and Alastair realized she was trying to keep tears at bay. Stunned, he pushed himself forward, sliding closer to her, and pulled her into his arms. He was no longer sure she had been talking strictly about the two of them. “Oh Layla,” he murmured, and he held her while she wept silently.

They stayed there, clinging to each other, for several long minutes. Cordelia cried herself out after a bit, and now she drew back, wiping at her eyes and apologizing profusely. “Layla, tell me what’s happened,” Alastair said a bit sharply, cutting her off.

She gazed at him sadly, looking immensely tired. “I wouldn’t know where to start.”

“Try the beginning,” he teased, and it made her chuckle, which was enough.

And they talked.

Alastair got the distinct feeling that Cordelia wasn’t telling him everything, but it was more than she’d told him before. She told him that she was worried about her engagement to James—though she didn’t specify why—and that she wished the Merry Thieves would end their silly feud with him, and that she didn’t know how to feel about their father’s return. She asked about Ariadne, and Alastair told her. He told her about their friendship and how it came to be, how it wasn’t at all like his so-called friendships at the Academy because it was real and substantial, and how he wanted Cordelia to come with them sometime because he just knew she and Ariadne would hit it off.

At some point just after midnight, Alastair realized that Cordelia’s head was pillowed on her arm and her eyes were drifting shut for longer and longer periods of time. “Off to bed now, Layla,” he whispered, grasping her hand and pulling her to her feet. She groaned sleepily and leaned her head on his shoulder as he escorted her up the stairs. Once she was safely tucked away under her covers, Alastair descended the stairs and glanced at the clock. He should go to bed as well, he knew, but the gears of his mind wouldn’t stop turning.

A walk it was, then.

Walks were his go-to for nights like this when the world seemed too big or too small, too much or not enough. They cleared his mind like nothing else he’d tried. He checked to ensure his spears were still in their places in his jacket and set off.

It took a while for his mind to catch up with where his feet were leading him. Somehow, he’d let himself wander all the way to Thomas Lightwood’s residence without noticing. He stopped quite suddenly, feeling his face warm with embarrassment. What was he doing, running to Thomas’s house in the middle of the night? Thomas despised him. If you come near me or speak to me at any point after this, I will knock you into the Thames. For good reason, too, Alastair supposed, but that didn’t lessen the sting.

Alastair shook his head at himself, at his foolishness. He’d had a good day. Ariadne had convinced him that Grace Blackthorn was, for whatever reason, worthy of a second chance, and he’d allowed himself to think that perhaps Thomas could believe the same about him. But Thomas didn’t believe that.

It didn’t seem to matter to Thomas that Alastair had tried to apologize and make up for what he’d done. It didn’t seem to matter to Thomas that Alastair was trying to change.

Frustrated with himself and with the man he held in such esteem for reasons he didn’t wish to consider, Alastair started to turn on his heel with every intent to march home and stew in his thoughts for the rest of the night. Before he could get far, his attention was caught by a door closing hard. He looked up and down the street. There, at the door of the Lightwood residence, was Christopher Lightwood.

Alastair stared at him, a bit puzzled. What on earth was he doing here so late? The hypocrisy of this question was not lost on Alastair, but the fact remained that Christopher Lightwood was jogging down the front steps of a house he didn’t live in at what must have been almost one in the morning.

Alastair started to duck away, trying to hide behind a lamp post or a shrub, but Christopher spotted him and stopped immediately, raising a hand in greeting as a small smile spread across his face. “Alastair? Is that you?” he called, unmindful of the late hour and empty street.

Heaving a sigh, Alastair straightened his jacket and stepped cautiously toward the Merry Thief.

Christopher approached him eagerly, as though he had forgotten they were meant to be on bad terms with one another. “What ho!” he exclaimed as he drew near, a pleasant smile lighting up his peculiar lavender eyes. “I was just on my way back to Grosvenor Square, think I’ve just about ironed out the mistakes in my fire messages, and I want to try it out before I forget. Are you stopping here or just passing through?”

Put on edge immediately by Christopher’s friendly, loquacious nature, Alastair stuttered, “I—er—well, just… passing through, I suppose. What are you doing out so late?”

“Oh, just thought I’d pop by and say hello to Aunt Sophie, see if she had any compost I could use for a project Henry’s been thinking about. I didn’t realize it had gotten so late.” Christopher had started walking as he talked. Thoroughly exasperated, Alastair followed.

“You didn’t notice the sun wasn’t out any longer?” he asked incredulously as they turned a corner, putting the Lightwood residence firmly out of view.

“This is London. The sun is hardly ever out.” Alastair was sure if it was a joke or not. Before he could ask, Christopher continued, “And besides, they don’t tend to care all that much when I come and go, long as I’m home for supper and don’t get into trouble.”

Alastair cut a glance at him. “Who’s they?”

Christopher made a broad gesture, as though to indicate a great many people. “Oh, you know. My aunts and uncles. Thomas and Anna and Eugenia. Them.”

Though he doubted Christopher meant it in a sad way, Alastair could not help the pang of secondhand loneliness that came with the words. Someone ought to care, he thought. Someone ought to notice.

“Would you like to come help me at Grosvenor Square?” Christopher asked suddenly, devoid of self-consciousness. “I’m sure Henry and Matthew are asleep by now, and I could use an extra set of hands. And—well, you’re good with equations, aren’t you?” A contemplative look filled Christopher’s eyes. “I think I remember Thomas saying something about that. Even if you aren’t, I could still use your help. Thomas said you were quite helpful with the antidote.”

Alastair’s heart clenched at the use of Thomas’s name, but he simply swallowed and set his jaw. “I am good at equations. Are you sure it wouldn’t cause any trouble, though?”

“What do you mean?” Christopher looked completely puzzled.

“I mean—aren’t you supposed to hate me along with the rest of your little friends?” Alastair said plainly. He got the feeling Christopher would appreciate getting straight to the point.

“Oh. Oh!” It was as though a fog had lifted, allowing Christopher to finally see the source of Alastair’s apprehension. “Well, I suppose I should, but I have to admit, I’m not quite sure as to why. I mean, sure, you were always a bitter pill while we were at school, and James and Thomas especially were a bit disappointed when you turned out to be so mean, but that was only for a short while and time has passed now. We’ve all grown and changed. You’re no more the same person you were then as any of the rest of us.”

He let out a sharp sigh, looking increasingly fretful with each word, like it was important that Alastair should understand him but he wasn’t sure he was accomplishing this goal. “I’m a scientist, Alastair. I believe in the evidence that is set before me, that I can examine and make conclusions from. And the evidence says that you can still be quite rude at times, but you can also be kind. I know you helped Thomas make the antidote. You haven’t been nearly as cruel as you were at school. You even apologized and everything. It doesn’t make logical sense not to forgive you under the circumstances,” he insisted.

Alastair was so stunned he stopped walking in the middle of the street. Christopher looked back at him in surprise. “Are you coming?” he asked, gesturing toward the road. It would lead them to Grosvenor Square, with Charles and Matthew all under the same roof. Two people Alastair was desperate to avoid.

Something in the way Christopher was looking at him made Alastair square his shoulders and nod. “Yes. I am.”

kit is here!!! i love him so much i loved writing with him. let me know your thoughts!! <3

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#tlh #the last hours #alastair carstairs #cordelia carstairs #christopher lightwood #tlh fanfic #artie tries to write #chain of gold #chain of iron #coi spoilers #(eventually)

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americancowgirl19 · 3 years

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Mutant not Monster - Part Two

Part Two: Y/n meets Dean and Sam

Summary: Y/n and her twin brother, Warren, are both mutants. In a world where mutants aren’t accepted, Y/n and her brother have to go on the run as anti-mutant extremists begin hunting their kind down. Sam and Dean are hunters, just not mutant hunters. However, their paths cross and despite a rocky beginning they become allies against not only the war against mutants but the war against mankind.

Warnings: cursing, angst, violence, fluff

Reader: Female Reader; Y/n Worthington

Pairings: (Eventual) Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 4,018

A/n: Just for those who don’t know Y/n and Warren haven’t met Bobby from Supernatural. The Bobby they’re referencing is Bobby Drake (Iceman) from X-Men.

Part One - Part Three

Masterlist

2008 - Y/n POV - Reader is 28

“What can I get for ya hun?” The tall busty bartender asks while obnoxiously chewing on her gum.

I don’t answer her right away. I tiredly flip my soaking wet hair out of my face before slowly sitting on the bar stool. A shiver runs down my spine as I try to ignore the coldness seeping into my bones.

“Something strong,” I whisper forcing my eyes to stay open. I didn’t give a damn what the woman put in front of me, I just knew I needed a fucking drink.

“Something strong, coming up,” She rolls her eyes. I ignore her attitude and pull out my phone. I pause for a moment and almost smile at my background. It’s of Warren and I. I remember the day we took the picture. It was the day we realized that Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters was the home we were looking for our whole lives. It’s one of my happiest memories.

Then the dark thoughts begin to push their way into my mind. I remind myself that it’s been 7 months since I’ve seen Warren. Hell, it’s been 7 months since I’ve crossed paths with another mutant. I have no idea if my brother is alive. I have no idea if anyone from the school is alive. I don’t have a way of contacting them and I have no idea what my next move is.

The instant my drink is in front of me I drown it and order another. I continue this until I feel some type of effect. The one thing I hate about my mutation is that it’s very hard to get drunk. The other thing I hate is when I do get drunk it’s difficult to stay drunk.

“I have to admit, I’ve never seen a girl who can hold her liquor like you can,” A man says taking the seat beside me.

“Go bother someone else with your stupid pickup lines,” I grumble. “Trust me, I’m not your girl,” I say before motion for another refill.

“That ones on me,” He says to the bartender causing me to roll my eyes.

“No, this one and all the others, are on me,” I correct him. “Do yourself a favor and go fuck off,” I say turning my head towards him for the first time.

While my exterior remains stoic, I do have to admit that he’s extremely handsome. He had a jawline that probably has all the girls dropping their panties. His eyes are a beautiful shade of green.

“Rough day?” He asks, the smirk staying on his face. I continue to stare at him for a moment before standing up.

“Like I said,” I say puling out the money to pay for my drinks. “I’m not your girl,” I tell him before walking away from him. I hug my jacket closer to me as I walk into the rain and down the street.

I don’t make it far from the bar before I sense someone(s) following me. I instantly begin looking for an escape route. I don’t know who’s following me nor how many there are. While I have excellent fighting skills I also know my limits. My muscles are tired and if the people following me are anything like the previous anti-mutant killers I’ve met I know it won’t be an easy fight.

I quickly turn down an alley way planning to hide from public eye, shed the trench coat that’s hiding my wings and fly off into the night. However, before I can take my coat off, my followers attack me. I had underestimated the distance between me and them.

I grunt as an arm wraps around my throat pinning my body against theirs. I grab his arm, arch my back before quickly bending at the waist. He flies over my head and onto the ground. I quickly kick him in the abdomen with enough force to send him sliding against the wall of the building beside us.

I sense another person behind me. I quickly duck to dodge his punch to my head. I spin towards him and use the momentum to slam my fist into his gut. He grunts as I straight up. I grab his shoulders and pull him to me as I throw my knee in the same place I had punched him. He groans at the impact. I grip his hair and shove his head into the building before letting him fall to the ground.

I then sense the first guy standing up. Turning towards him I instantly recognize him as the guy from the bar. I arch my eyebrows at him as he lifts his fists.

“I promise, you don’t want to do this,” I tell him.

“Look,” The guy on the ground groans. “We just wanna talk,”

“Oh, I’m sure you do,” I roll my eyes. “That’s why you followed me into an alley and put me into a head lock,” I spat glaring at Mr. Green Eyes.

“We could have done this differently,” Mr. Green Eyes companion admits while using the wall to help stand himself up. “Damn, you’re strong,” He groans holding his stomach.

“Who are you?” I ask bouncing my eyes from Tall Guy to Mr. Green Eyes.

“I’m Sam, that’s my brother Dean,” Sam introduces.

“Look, we need to talk to Castiel,” Dean says getting straight to the point.

“Castiel?” I ask arching an eyebrow. “Who’s that?” The brothers share a look.

“Uh, he’s an angel,” Sam tells me as if I was supposed to know that already.

“An angel?” I scoff. “Like a literal angel?”

“Uh, yeah,” Dean says obviously. “Isn’t that what you are?” My stance instantly becomes defensive.

“Who’s asking?” I growl clenching my fists.

“You’re not an angel, are you?” Sam asks tilting his head. I look at him at the same moment all the dots connect in his mind. “You’re a mutant,” He realizes. Dean instantly looks at him before looking back at me.

“A mutant?” Dean asks. “I didn’t think you guys existed anymore,” He admits.

“I’m not sure we do either,” I whisper not knowing if there were any other mutants out there. My eyes go distant for a moment as flashes of the school go through my mind. When I come back to the present I notice both of them giving me sympathetic looks. Sam’s more obvious than Dean but I can still see it in his green eyes. “I think it’s best if we go our separate ways,” I tell them as I quickly pull myself together. “Trouble follows me everywhere I go and I need to keep moving,”

“You can come with us,” Sam quickly offers.

“Sam,” Dean scolds with an annoyed glare.

“Thanks Sam,” I smile at him. “But I have my own problems and I’m not sure what you guys are into but I don’t think it’s something I want to involve myself with,” I tell them. “I’m already in one war, I don’t need to get into another,” Sam and Dean look at me suspiciously. “All I’ve heard are whispers of what hides in the dark but something about you two tells me that they’re not just whispers,”

“Just... be careful,” Sam tells me without going into detail on what it is that they do. I look at him and Dean for a moment before shrugging off my jacket. They’re eyes instantly go to my large black wings. In the night it’s difficult to see them but they still capture the brothers attention.

“You as well,” I say, nodding to them. “I’m sorry for hurting you earlier, no hard feelings,” before taking off into the night sky.

“No hard feelings,” Dean scoffs grumbling under his breath. Sam gives him an amused smile before wincing and holding his head. “Not a word about this to anyone,” Dean says pointing at him. Sam rolls his eyes before following his brother back to the Impala.

2008 - Y/n POV - Reader is 28

“Warren,” I whisper spotting my brother within the large crowd. I stare at him for a few moments wondering if he was actually there or if I was just seeing things. I smile widely when we make eye contact.

I shove my way through the crowd, desperate to get to my brother. We make it to each other quickly. I pull him tightly into my arms.

“Thank God,” I whisper laughing a bit. “Oh, thank God you’re alive,” Warren doesn’t say anything. He simply holds me in his arms even tighter.

“Come on,” Warren says pulling away. “Let’s get somewhere safe,” He says leading me away from the crowd. I follow him towards the motels and into his room.

“Where have you been?” I instantly ask when the door closes. “You were supposed to meet me in New Orleans nine months ago,” I snap.

“I know, I know,” Warren sighs running a hand through his slightly grown out blond hair. “I was on my way to meet up with you but I got caught up with anti-mutant extremists,” He tells me.

“The Sapien League,” I name and he nods. “I ran into them a few times since we last saw each other.” I tell him. The Sapien League is a league of extreme anti-mutants. A group that hunts and kills mutants of all ages, no matter what. They’re deadly and the reason our kind is on the brink of extinction.

“Nasty fuckers,” Warren mutters and I nod in agreement. “Anyways, I couldn’t lead them to you so I lead them away. Took them out one by one and then tried to find you. Only when I went looking I found others,”

“Others? Other mutants?” I ask and he grins nodding. “Who?”

“Found Bobby,” He tells me. “Him, Rogue and Kitty are traveling together,”

“They are?” I laugh a bit. “Never would have guessed that,”

“Neither would I but tough times, ya know?”

“Right,” I mutter. “Anyone else?”

“I traveled with them for a while trying to find you,” He explains shedding his coat. My eyes look over his pure white wings with a small smile. “But we found Storm and Jean first. They’ve been looking for the students and taking them back to a safe place. Apparently Professor X is there organizing everyone,”

“How many?” I ask him.

“Only a couple dozen,” Warren admits. I sigh slowly.

“Well, I thought we were extinct a few months ago,” I admitted looking back at him.

“We’re not far from it but there’s still some of us out there,” He tells me. “I know where they are,”

“Well, then,” I say stepping towards him. “Let’s go,”

“It’s a long way,” He tells me. “We’ll head out tomorrow morning,”

“Ok,” I agree. “But we still need some food. Saw a diner down the road, wanna go?” Warren nods grabbing his jacket.

“Lead the way,” I smile walking out of the motel room. I take two steps before colliding into a solid chest. I stumble back a step.

“Er, sorry,” A familiar deep voice says. I look up and smirk. He isn’t looking at me but I recognize him.

“No problem,” His eyes meet mine. I instantly find it hard to look away from those green eyes of his. The same eyes that seem to have haunted me since I first met him.

“How’re the ribs?” I ask. Dean’s hand instantly presses where I had kicked him.

“Better than Sammy’s head,” Dean admits. I wince slightly.

“I do feel bad about that but to be fair, you guys started it,” I shrug. Dean rolls his eyes. He opens his mouth to say something but his eyes flicker behind me. I glance back at my brother.

“Dean meet my little bro, Warren,”

“Two minutes,” Warren rolls his eyes. I smirk looking back at Dean.

“Best two minutes of my life,” I tease. Dean grins a bit. “Tell Sam I said hi,” I say.

“Will do,” Dean nods before stepping aside. I give him another smile before walking past him with my brother.

“Friends of yours?” Warren asks.

“I guess you could say that,” I shrug. “Only ran into them once,” Warren hums. I roll my eyes at him and continue to lead him towards the diner. While we sit in the booth Warren goes into more detail about his time away from me. I sit listening intently. I wanted to know about the well being of my friends, my family.

“So, how did you run into Dean?” Warren asks.

“Don’t start,” I roll my eyes at him. Warren lifts an eyebrow.

“I’m just having a conversation,” He shrugs.

“Uh huh,” I mutter suspiciously. “You can quit the brother act. Dean’s just some guy I know. We have bigger things to worry about.”

“Right,” Warren nods. I eye him for a moment before finishing my food. When we’re done we leave money and head back to the motel.

“Warren?” I ask when he suddenly stops. He doesn’t answer me. He just continues to look in a certain direction. I follow his gaze towards the woods. “What is it?” I ask stepping closer to him.

As much as I hated to admit it but Warren was better than me at almost everything. He has better senses and better flying skills. He’s stronger and much faster. However, I’m the better fighter and strategist.

“Something’s happening in the woods,” He tells me. “A fight,”

“Should we check it out?” I ask him. “Could be mutants,”

“Could be something else as well,” Warren says glancing towards me. I then realize that I’m not the only one who’s heard whispers about something else happening in the world. Then I remember Dean and how I got the feeling that he’s involved in whatever that something else is.

The more I think about it, the more anxious I get. I knew that if whatever Warren is sensing is in fact a mutant then we have an obligation to help them. However, if it’s not a mutant and it’s something that Dean is in town for, then it’s out of our jurisdiction.

A pang of nervousness washes through me at the thought of Dean in a situation he can’t handle. I knew it was a silly thought, Dean seems talented enough to hand himself but I still couldn’t help the nervousness.

“Let’s check it out,” I decide walking towards the woods.

“Well, alright,” Warren mutters following after me. When we reach the woods we both slip out of our jackets and extend our wings. Thankfully the trees aren’t closer together and it’s nearing winter which means the leaves are almost completely off the trees.

Warren takes the lead and I follow after him. We fly low to the ground and around the trees. When we get within eye sight of the fight Warren had sensed we hide in the thickest part of the trees. We weren’t completely hidden but enough.

“Well, those aren’t mutants,” Warren mutters watching the fight in front of us. I instantly recognize Sam and Dean but not who, or what, they’re fighting. They seem like normal people but my senses tell me that they’re not fighting humans. “We should just let them handle this,” Warren whisper.

“Wait,” I whisper back watching them intently.

“Y/n, this isn’t what we do,” Warren whispers sternly.

“Just wait,” I snap not taking my eyes from the fight. While I keep an eye on Sam, I mainly pay attention to Dean. I couldn’t help but to be impressed with his fighting skills. I also couldn’t help but to feel even more attracted to him as I watch him work in his element.

Before I give into my brothers wishes to leave, I see the tables begin to turn in the fight. I noticed it before Sam and Dean. I was able to pick up on the subtle hints before it happened all at once.

“Don’t you dare, Y/n Worthington,” Warren growls but I’m already jumping out of the tree. I glide down to them. Twisting back I kick the man coming up behind Dean before landing on the ground. Warren quickly leaves the tree to assist Sam.

“We were in the neighborhood, figured we could lend a hand,” I say when Dean meets my gaze. Dean doesn’t respond as our attention goes back to the fight. I help him get a handle over the men and knock them out. With Warren and I’s help, the fight is over quickly.

“Y/n,” Sam greets a little breathlessly. He then glances towards my brother.

“Sam, Warren,” I introduce. “Warren, Sam. My brother,” I explain.

“Oh, thanks for the help,” Sam says to the both of us.

“Even though we had it handled,” Dean comments. Sam turns to look at him but Dean just continues to stare at me. I stare back with a cocky smirk.

“Oh, so weren’t severely outnumbered and getting your asses kicked? Just like I didn’t kick your ass single handedly a few months back,”

“Look, I could have taken you here if my brother didn’t start talking,” Dean says confidently.

“You sure cupcake?” I ask with a small smirk while crossing my arms.

“Cupcake?” Dean raises his eyebrows. “Listen here-”

“Alright, relax,” Sam says coming in between us. Dean continues to narrow his eyes at me while I smirk towards him. “Thanks for helping us, again,” Sam says while giving Dean a look to stay quiet.

“No problem,” I nod towards him before glancing towards my brother. Warren just nods before giving me a look. I slowly nod. He glances at Sam and Dean before flying into the air.

“He’s not a people person anymore,” I explain to them. “So, what exactly were these guys?” I ask looking at the knocked out bodies.

“Demons,” Sam tells me. I look up at him. My eyes go from Sam to Dean, who nods in confirmation.

“Demons... Angels... Interesting life you two live,” I comment.

“You have no idea,” Dean comments. I look away from the bodies towards him.

“You two handle it from here or do you still need me?” I ask with a small smirk. Sam just smiles while Dean gets annoyed.

“We don’t need you, Birdie,” Dean snarks. I understood the fact that his little name for me was supposed to be an insult but I simply smile a bit.

“Sure,” I smirk. Dean’s eyes narrow even more causing my smirk to deepen. “I’ll see you around, boys,” I say before flying through the trees and into the sky.

“Just some guys you ran into, huh?” Warren asks when I enter the motel. I sigh wishing Warren wouldn’t start.

“Yeah,” I nod. “Some guys I ran into.” I tell him as I take my jacket and shoes off. “Look, they needed help and we helped. What’s the big deal?”

“The big deal is that we don’t understand what they’re fighting. We went in there blind and hoped everything would work out. Don’t start getting reckless, that’s my job. If we’re both reckless one of us is gonna die,” Warren scolds.

“Relax, Warren, we’ll be fine,” I promise him. “Everything went fine, so just chill and get some sleep. We have a long day tomorrow,” Warren sighs and falls back onto the bed.

“I forgot how exhausting you are,” Warren mutters. I grab my pillow and slam it on his head. “And rude,” He grumbles ripping the pillow out of my hand and cuddling with it.

“Baby,” I mutter reaching for the TV remote. I flip through the channels but after an hour of not finding anything and after a half an hour of listening to my brothers snore, I slip my jacket and shoes on before leaving the motel. “Can I get some whiskey?” I ask sitting at the barstool.

The bartender sets a glass in front of me. I throw it back before ordering another one. When he sets it down in front of me again, I throw it back before ordering a third one.

“I have to admit, I’ve never seen a girl who can hold her liquor like you can,” I instantly smile a bit as I turn my head. Dean takes a seat beside me. “You gonna let me buy you that drink now?” He asks with a smirk.

“What for?” I ask. “I can buy my own drinks,”

“You’re gonna make me say it, aren’t you?” He asks. I give him an innocent smile. His smirk turns into a small smile. He shakes his head at me. “Let me buy you a drink for saving my ass,”

“Well, in that case, go right ahead,” I smile at him. Dean rolls his eyes and motions for another round. “Where’s Sam?” I ask him.

“Back at the motel. Warren?”

“Snoring away at the motel,” I tell him.

“Losers,” Dean comments taking a drink of his beer. “I just wanna get one thing straight,” He says shifting in his seat. I smile giving him a curious look. “That night in the alley, I was going easy on you. We were looking for an angel, thought you were one but instead you turned out to be a sassy pain in the ass,” Dean says before sighing dramatically. “So glad I got that off my chest,”

“Oh, really?” I ask turning towards him. “Wanna go out back? Test that theory of yours?” Dean freezes midmotion while lifting his beer to his lips. “Something wrong, tough guy?”

“I don’t hit women,” He says and I simply hum staring him down. “So, how can you handle your liquor so well?” He asks quickly changing the subject. “I’ve seen girls that can out drink me but I feel like you can out drink them,”

“It’s my mutation,” I tell him quietly. “Hard to get drunk, hard to stay drunk,”

“That sucks,” He blurts and I nod in agreement.

“So, what exactly do you and Sam do?” I ask him.

“Hunt monsters,” He says. “Ghosts, spirit, ghouls, vampires, werewolves, demons, and so much more,”

“Mutants?” I ask offhandedly. Dean gives me a side glance.

“No, not unless they’re obviously the bad guy,” He tells me. “But Sammy and I have never dealt with one before,” I simply nod. “Are there hunters? For mutants?”

“Why do you think we’re so rare?” I ask looking at him. “The government turned their back against us after a mutant incident a few years back. They give anti-mutant extremists full reign to hunt us down while they look the other way,”

“They hunt you just because you’re different?” He asks.

“Not everybody makes the distinction between mutant and monster,” I explain to him. “To many people they’re the same word,” Dean shakes his head. “Those that are left are either fighting back or hiding,”

“And which are you?” He asks.

“My brother and I are meeting up with others tomorrow to strategize how to fight back,” I tell him. “Warren and I will most likely be tasked to fight against the extremists while trying to find other mutants while the more docile and political mutants try to fight this in the courts,” I tell him.

“Sammy and I are usually pretty busy but if you need it, we can try to help,” Dean says.

“You and your brother travel a lot?” I ask and he nods. I grab a napkin and pen. “If you find any mutants, call me,” I say writing down my number. “Or if you need someone else to talk to that’s not your brother,” I say sliding it over to him.

“Smooth,” Dean grins holding the napkin. I wink at him while finishing my drink.

“I’ll see you around, cupcake,” Dean groans hanging his head. I laugh patting him on the back as I stand up.

“Oh, and Dean?” I ask turning back to him. He lifts his head towards me. “You and Sam had it handled tonight. Guess I just wanted an excuse to talk to you,” Dean smirks a bit. “But that night in the alley, I was the one going easy on you,” Dean laughs a bit.

“Sure,”

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slashbitch2 · 3 years

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Chapter Six (Jennifer Barkley x Reader)

Previous Chapter

The entire day, nay week leading up to Jen's arrival was fraught with tension. Time went all too quickly, yet dragged simultaneously. By Friday you were brimming with so much unnecessary energy that your productivity at work was comparable to that of Leslie, who's determination was currently your source of frustration. Had she not been so resolute about giving Jen a 'personal Pawnee tour', than you would've reunited at 5 rather than 9.

Admittedly, it was also your fault for not calling out her lengthy lie, but those extra four hours you had to suffer through were compensation enough.

In an attempt to pass the extra time, you tried to stay at work for longer, but Fridays were your half day and Ron demanded that you go home immediately, lest you do any extra government work. Reluctant to return to an empty house, you'd asked around if anyone wanted to hang out, and were met with a series of rejections.

Except for Ann, who upon being enlightened about the situation, insisted she help you get ready for your date (initially you refuted the title of 'date', but by the second hour of your evening it became tolerated). Her company, though unexpected, was more than welcomed. Having someone to share your excitement with made the increasing tension almost fun.

"Y/N?" Ann waved her hand in your line of vision, catching your attention. "We going in, or just spending the night in the car?"

"Don't tempt me." You muttered, grudgingly dragged out of your thoughts.

In front of you the queue to the The Snakehole Lounge was gradually growing. The sheer amount of people gathered outside was intimidating, so you dreaded to imagine how packed it'd be inside. Staying at home would've been preferable, but it seemed that time alone with Jennifer was not a luxury presently granted to you.

"Come on." Ann nudged you with her elbow. "You've been going on about this all day and now you're going to wuss out?"

You twisted round to face her, illuminated by the flickering multi-coloured lights beaming out the club's windows. She was watching you closely, trying to gauge how you felt based off expression alone. Despite all that was rushing through your mind, you were at a loss for words. How could you even begin to convey what you were currently feeling?

"Stop overthinking it." She said. "There's no way of knowing what'll happen when you see Jennifer again, but only you can change that, so just roll with it."

You paused to consider her suggestion, coming to the conclusion that she was more observant than you gave her credit for.

"You're right." You admitted, grateful that she'd knocked some sense into you. "Thanks." Awkwardly, you leant across the centre console to hug her. You didn't know Ann all too well, but needed some way of showing gratitude for her sensibility.

"This is nice." She relaxed into the embrace, then unwound an arm to glance at her watch. "But we're five minutes late so I'm pretty sure Leslie will be sending out a search party soon."

You chuckled, separating from Ann to glance at the building once more. Jen was somewhere inside waiting for you. She'd voluntarily returned to Pawnee, and to one of its less than fine establishments of all places, just because she wanted to see you again. The very notion had your heart racing.

"I'm ready."

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The atmosphere of the club was as intense and unruly as expected. By the time you'd adjusted to the blinding lights and deafening music, Ann had already slipped away, replaced by Tom.

"Welcome this evening's esteemed VIP." He thrusted a disturbingly bright neon beverage into your hand. "Drink up."

"What is it?"

"Sweetums Fizz. My go-to drink for when I'm tryna get lucky." He winked. "But if it doesn't work out, feel free to give her my number."

Coming from Tom, that was the closest you would get to his blessings. So, unenthusiastically you took a sip of the dreadfully sweet drink , screwing up your face as you forced it down. Trying your best not to grimace at the taste, you smiled at him in thanks before he dispersed into the mass of people.

Next to approach was Leslie, who engulfed you in a crushing hug while spewing unintelligible nonsense about her trip. Usually her overly affectionate manner was too much, but this time you pulled her closer. If all went well tonight than you would be forever indebted to her.

Removing yourself from her grip, you interrupted her endless talk. "As much as I'd love to hear about Washington," You yelled over the obnoxiously loud music playing. "I can't hear a word your saying."

"Right." She nodded. "Wrong time, wrong place." There was a pause as the both of you were happy enjoying each others company. Since Jen's exit, Leslie had been so supportive and you'd missed her while she'd been gone.

Although, now wasn't the time for acknowledgements. "Have you seen Jen anywhere?"

"Oh, yeah." Leslie swivelled around and gestured in a general direction. "I think she said something about staying near the fire escape. Said this entire building was probably a hazard."

"That sounds like her." You grinned, spotting the green glowing fire exit sign. "Wish me luck."

"You don't need it." She patted your back, smiling reassuringly as you shuffled past.

Navigating through the crowd while keeping an eye on your target was a challenge. Several people bumped into you, their drink nearly spilling as they pushed past without an apology. However, nothing else mattered as you drew closer to the sign. Nothing else mattered except finding Jen.

Only she wasn't there.

As you struggled through the final row of people, you were met with yet another group of strangers. You sighed, absentmindedly swirling your glass as you resigned to return to Leslie. You then raised it to drink while turning round, though the necessary libation never reached your lips as you collided with someone.

The casualty gasped, stepping back as the cocktail spilled down the front of their dress.

"Shit." You froze, surveying the damage. "I'm so sorry-" You finally glanced up to face the woman and apologise again, but halted upon realisation.

Of course it was Jennifer. You just couldn't catch a break.

"I was going to surprise you, but looks like you got there first." She joked, scanning the vicinity for any kind of napkin. You joined the search, eventually spotting a couple abandoned on a table.

"Again, I am so sorry." You repeated, watching as she scrubbed at the stain. The attempt was futile as it didn't take long for the paper to be completely soaked through, and with little improvement to her dress. "Come on." You grabbed hold of her hand as she discarded the napkins, eager to try and improve this disaster of an event.

You maneuverer through the club with much difficulty while dragging Jennifer, who had an iron grip on your hand. Invigorated by the embarrassment, you arrived at the bathroom a mere minute later, all but shoving her inside one of the cubicles. Under the blaringly bright lighting you could assess the damage in greater detail.

"You know what?" She casually leant against the wall, waving her finger around. "I'm having some serious Deja-vu right now." You looked at her questioningly, pleased to see she didn't look too upset with the state of her dress. "Us together in a public restroom, you staring at my chest..."

You scoffed, reaching past her to grab the toilet paper. "Don't flatter yourself." You wrapped several layers around your hand, creating a makeshift towel. "Completely different circumstances."

"Same outcome though?" She raised an eyebrow suggestively, taking the bundle of paper from you.

"We'll just have to wait and see."

"I think you owe me." She scrunched up her face. "Or is throwing your drink over someone a traditional Pawnee welcome? Because that would explain the mess back there. Pretty sure every surface was sticky."

"Maybe you should wear one of those plastic ponchos next time." You muttered, nervously fidgeting with your hands.

The familiar anxiety from earlier seemed to have reappeared, you were unable to drag your eyes away from where they were fixated . Under the sobering bathroom light, everything had suddenly become very real. It had been years since you'd pursued any kind of serious relationship, and Jen was hardly the easiest person to start with. You tried to think about what Ann would say if she were here.

Probably something astute like "All the best things in life are worth fighting for." Too cheesy.

It'd be more "Nothing good comes out of running away from what you want, even if it's hard." Not inspirational enough.

Possibly "With great effort comes great gain." Nope. You'd definitely plagiarised that one from somewhere.

Maybe she'd-

"Y/N?" Jen ducked into your line of vision, bringing you back to reality. "Lost you there for a second." She smiled cautiously, resting a hand against your arm as if tethering you to the present.

"Sorry. I was thinking about something a friend said." You admitted sheepishly, placing your hand atop of hers. "Or would say if she were here."

"Oh yeah?" She carelessly threw the wad of paper behind, her full attention now on you. "And what would she say?"

You'd finally settled on what Ann would suggest. She'd say "Kiss her, idiot."

And you did.

#jennifer barkley #jennifer barkley x reader #jennifer barkley imagine

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moldisgoodforyou · 4 years

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the one where jj is drunk

warnings: cursing, excessive drinking

wordcount: 1.6k

charlie spent her thursday night holed up in her room. it was like torture - she had three assignments to finish, but it was the perfect weather for the end of april and her senior house was so close to the bars that she could hear the music drifting in through her window. jj kept texting her throughout the night, keeping her updated on every little thing that happened. when he was with her, he tended to drink less in case she needed assistance, but all restrictions flew out the window when it was just him and the boys. shotgun contests, beer bongs, shots after shots - everything was on the table.

charlie glanced over as she got her seventh voice text of the night from jj, around 11pm. she grinned and put it on speaker to listen. “baby...charlie...you’re my bestest friend,” jj slurred in the message. she could hear his brothers yelling at him in the background. “ok, walker, i gotta, i gotta go, but I’m gonna talk to you later! I promise!” the message ended and she laughed, texting him a short reply.

go have fun with your friends, I don’t need constant updates

as if on cue, he snapchatted her instantly - a close-up of him and his friend’s faces, camera angled straight up their nostrils. it was eloquently captioned “send noods.” she rolled her eyes and pulled her shirt aside, sending him a picture of just her bare shoulder with her lacy bra strap on display. he called her right away.

“charlie gertrude walker!” he scolded. she laughed. “oh no, not the middle name, am I in trouble?”

“you weren’t supposed to actually send nudes! I’m in public!” he exclaimed. she could hear the bass pounding in the background from the bar. “it’s not even - go have fun, j, quit texting me!”

“no, I want you here. it’s stupid you have to study. just ask for an extension or something, I wanna hang out with my girl.” he insisted. she rolled her eyes. “I can’t, jj. have fun with the boys, we can go out tomorrow.”

“you promise?”

“I promise. call me if you need anything.”

“love you, charlie!” he told her before hanging up.

sure enough, he called a couple hours later. his words were extra slurred. “charlie!” he yelled into the speaker. she held it away from her ear, grimacing. “hi, j. do you need a ride?” he gasped. “how did you know?” she laughed. “stay there, I’ll be there in five.”

she hung up and pulled him up on find my friends, knowing he would wander if he was alone. she shoved her feet into slippers and got in her car to drive to the bar. she was only an 8 minute walk away, but given jj’s voice, she knew he would be too clingy and too heavy for her to deal with all the way home. once she pulled over by the bar, she honked the car horn upon seeing jj. his face lit up and he stumbled to the car, five of his frat brothers in tow.

“can you take all of us? the pledges aren’t picking up. I think they’re going on strike.” one of the boys asked. charlie laughed, shaking her head. “good for them. get in, try to put on a seatbelt if you can?” they all tumbled into the car, jj in the front seat. his hand went to his usual resting spot on her thigh right away and he leaned over, placing a sloppy kiss on her cheek. “hi charlie!” she laughed, nudging him away. “hi hon. don’t distract me, I gotta drive you and your hooligans back to beta.” he nodded seriously but kept his hand on her thigh. “charlie, I had the best drink ever tonight. ever ever ever.”

she smiled, amused. “yeah?” one of his brothers piped up in the back. “yo, we were discussing this thing at the bar, and-” jj whipped around, shaking his head. “bro night! bro code!” his brother waved his hand around. “yeah, yeah, whatever. anyways, we think charlie’s prob’ly the hottest beta girlfriend, but jj doesn’t want her to know we talk about that shit.”

charlie turned around to glance at the backseat at a red light, raising her eyebrows. his eyes widened. “oh, shit, I thought frazier’s girlfriend was picking us up! sup, walker!” the other boys cracked up immediately and jj groaned, putting his head in his hands. “what the fuck, elliot?” he reached back and shoved him, and they started hitting at each other with how little they could reach.

charlie grabbed jj’s hand, pulling him back to the front. “hey, hey, knock it off! you’re gonna make me wreck.” jj turned back to the backseat. “you heard her, knock it off!” she rolled her eyes and turned the radio up as she drove, then pulled up to the beta house. “alright, everyone out!” there were some mumbled thank yous as all the boys piled out of the car.

charlie stayed put and jj ducked his head back into her window. “wait, you’re not coming in?” she shrugged. “I figured you just needed a ride. I’m wearing my slippers, for gods sake.” he reached in through the window, tugging at her shirt. “come on, I wanna sleep next to you.” she sighed. “okay, let me park on the street. give me a second.” jj pumped his fists in victory. “hell yeah!”

she parked and walked back up the drive. jj wrapped her in a hug, putting almost all of his weight on her. “mmph- j, I can’t -“ she mumbled against him, pushing back. he stepped away then looped his arm around her shoulders. “I’m so fucking glad you’re here, charlie. you’re so pretty. I love your hair like this.”

she laughed, reaching up to touch her scrunchie. “in a bun?” jj nodded. “but I also hate it, because I can’t comb my fingers through your hair.” he stuck his fingers in her bun to make his point. she laughed, removing his hand and pulled out her scrunchie. “okay, okay, better?” he grinned, tugging the end of her hair. “much better! let’s go get snacks, I want snacks. will you make me hot pockets?” she rolled her eyes, taking his hand and dragging him inside. “you’re like a toddler.”

“charlie. char, baby, listen to me.” he tugged at her hair to get her attention. “what, j?” she asked, amused. “you have...you have the prettiest ears I have ever seen.” she laughed. “that’s a new one.”

“no, I’m serious. when you have the double earrings, it’s so hot. I like the sparkly ones.” she nodded. “thank you.” he tugged at her ear and she swatted at his hand. “I’m gonna buy you more.” he declared. “no you’re not, I have enough. and stop with your hands, you’re so touchy.” she laughed. he shook his head as they stumbled into the kitchen. “no, no, I swear. I’m gonna buy you all the things you want in the world, your ring is gonna be so fuckin’ cool.”

charlie paused as she reached for the hot pockets in the freezer, sticking them in the microwave. “my ring?” jj nodded, distracted as he started opening the kitchen cabinets and letting them slam shut. “yeah. I know we’re s’posed to look together, but I think I know you well enough. I have it all planned out.” charlie reached up and grabbed his hands, stilling them from making more noise. “what ring are you talking about?” she asked with a smile.

“your engagement ring, don’t be silly.” he ruffled her hair and planted a kiss on her forehead. “don’t worry, I got it figured out.” she nodded. “I trust you. but let’s talk about this in a year, maybe.” she pulled out the plate of hot pockets and swatted at jj’s hand as he reached for one. “they’re hot, maybank, let’s go upstairs and get you ready for bed.”

he rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands. “I wanna talk about it now. you’re staying, right?” she nodded. “yeah, I got you.” she had to drag him upstairs, continually pushing him off her shoulders, but they eventually made it. she shut the door behind them and set the warm plate on his nightstand.

“why don’t you want to get married?” jj asked, crossing his arms. charlie laughed. “jj it’s not that - you’re hammered, can we maybe not talk about this now?” he shook his head, stubborn. “we’re the perfect couple, we would be great at marriage, and you would look fucking gorgeous in one of those pretty white dresses. it’s settled.” charlie nodded, tugging up on the hem of his shirt. “solid points, j.” he lifted his arms, letting her undress him. “so you’ll do it? you’ll marry me?”

charlie hesitated. “at some point, I’ll get married.” she tossed his shirt in the laundry and jj leaned down, kissing her firmly. “to me. right?” she grinned, shying away from his lips as she tried to tug his shorts down. “eventually. probably.” he seemed to think it over for a moment, kicking off his shoes. “you promise?”

charlie sighed softly, trying to figure out how drunk he really was - and if he’d remember the conversation in the morning. “jj, how much did you drink?” he counted on his fingers, then held up nine. “umm...seven? six? like hardly anything at all.” she laughed and kissed his cheek. “okay then, I promise. let’s go to bed.” he swept her up, making her squeal, then dropped her unceremoniously on top of the bed. they both climbed under the covers.

“night, char. I love you.”

“love you too, j.”

#not proofread so be nice pls #back at it with another gr8 title lol #jj maybank #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank x oc #jj x charlie #mine #jj maybank obx #jj maybank fanfiction #jj maybank fanfic #obx fanfic

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daydreaming-jessi · 4 years

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Day 1: One bed

It’s time

I might’ve strayed a little bit from the prompt, but you know what, whatever. Anyways, there’s also a short story to go with thus under the cut. Enjoy!

Barbara stepped through the privacy curtains hung up to keep their bedroom private from the rest of the attic, freshened up and ready to sleep for the night, and smiled upon seeing that two people were waiting for her, rather than the usual one. Beetlejuice had been jumpy about staying the night with them, instead often opting to retreat to his own bedroom down on the second floor when the two ghosts began to consider turning in for the night. It took a lot on Adam and Barbara’s part to remind the demon that they in fact did enjoy his company and would love to spend a night with him and that he did have permission to stay if he’d liked. So it was cause to pause and appreciate the times when Beetlejuice seemed brave enough to stay and sleep with them for the night. It helped that the demon was adorably clinging onto Adam’s leg in some strange form of cuddling, his green hair bristling over Adam’s arm curled around his back.

“You know, I don’t think one bed is gonna be big enough for the three of us in the long run,” Barbara hummed, eyeing the way Beetlejuice’s back hung over the side of the bed.

Adam looked up from his book with a chuckle. “Yeah, I’m a little scared to let him go,” he wiggled his hand resting between Beetlejuice’s shoulder blades, which really did seem to be the only thing keeping the demon on the bed still.

Beetlejuice snuffled, burrowing his head deeper into Adam’s side with a sigh. Adam looked down to him with a wide, loving grin while Barbara pressed her hands to her mouth to keep her adoring squeak from escaping. She tiptoed over to the two, hovering above Beetlejuice for a moment as she studied the sleeping demon. He looked decades younger without a manic grin stretching across his face, his round cheeks looking oh-so pinchable. Barbara resisted that urge, instead placing a gentle kiss on Beetlejuice’s head, his hair smelling faintly of fallen leaves in autumn, a scent that seemed to stay no matter how much he showered.

He stiffened, and Barbara and Adam froze. Beetlejuice cracked an eye open and shot Barbara a half-heartedly annoyed, one eyed glare. “Sorry, Bee. Just couldn’t resist,” Barbara smiled apologetically.

Beetlejuice burrowed deeper into bed, his hair flushing pink. “You stop that. ‘M too tired for that adorable shit,” sleep slurred his speech, but his grip on Adam’s leg tightened with no problem. A third arm and leg appeared, wrapping further around Adam.

The ghost couple giggled at that. “Alright I’ll leave you be,” Barbara promised, turning her gaze on Adam. Before he could realize that he was being watched, Barbara launched a multitude of feather light kisses on Adam’s cheek, making him gasp and wriggle away from the tickling brush of lips while trying to stifle his laughter.

Unfortunately, in his bid to get away, Adam forgot that he was the one keeping gravity from fully affecting Beetlejuice. With a yelp, Beetlejuice unexpectedly tumbled off the bed, hitting the floor with a heavy thump. Barbara gasped and immediately crouched to the demon’s side, checking him over for injury.

Adam practically tossed his book aside in his haste to hurry down to the two, panic filling his eyes. “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry! I’m so, so, so sorry, I completely forgot, I got so caught up, I didn’t think-“ he said, his hands helplessly fluttering over Beetlejuice, who lay on the floor looking like a ruffled cat.

Beetlejuice lurched up into a sitting position, his head twisted at an awkward angle that would be worrying if he were alive. He grabbed the sides of his head and cracked his neck bones back into place with a loud snap, making the ghost couple flinch back, now certain that they’d just ruined their night and had fully insulted Beetlejuice. “Not the worst way I’d been kicked out of bed before, I’ll admit. One time ended with me being kicked out the window and ending up impaled on the bird spikes on their wall. Now those take forever to pull out, lemme tell ya,” he shrugged.

“No, no! I did not mean it like that, I’m so sorry, Bee, I-“ a new surge of apologies burst from Adam, but before he could continue babbling, Beetlejuice leaned forward and silenced Adam with a long, drawn out kiss.

“You are adorable,” Beetlejuice snickered when he pulled away, leaving Adam gaping red faced, his eyes owlishly peering out from his crooked reading glasses. Beetlejuice then sleepily slumped into Barbara, nuzzling her exposed neck.

Barbara wrapped her arms around the demon in return, the earlier tension leaving the air. “Sorry Bee, I forgot how ticklish Adam gets,” Barbara said, running a hand through Beetlejuice’s green hair. He basically purred from her petting.

“Stop apologizing, nerds. You can make it up to Daddy later,” Beetlejuice smirked salaciously, his eyebrows bouncing up and down pointedly.

Barbara shot him a pointed look. “You just fell off the bed, and you think it can fit us all for that?”

“I would be too worried about knocking you off again to think about that,” Adam agreed, leaning back against the bed while his shoulders unwound with relief.

“Then we get creative! The roof is pretty cozy, Scarecrow and I have found the perfect spot for hiding out and throwing rocks at cars up there, after all,” Beetlejuice replied.

“First off, we’re going to have a talk about how dangerous that is in the morning with Lydia, secondly, we are not having sex on the roof of all places,” Barbara said.

“Why not? It’s not like anyone can see us. Public sex is hot when you’re a ghost and don’t have to worry about being caught,” Beetlejuice pouted.

“We have a perfectly good, flat bed right here. We just need to… expand it,” Adam patted their mattress thoughtfully. He seemed to already be thinking up new ideas for their future bed frame, his eyes growing distant as he worked out measurements in his head.

“Though I don’t know how we’ll get a bigger mattress up here,” Barbara hummed thoughtfully.

“Oh my god, you guys are such nerds. We were so close to an orgy and now you’ve ruined the mood with all your weird domestic bed talk, it’s like being boring is a lifestyle fetish for you two,” Beetlejuice groaned, flopping back onto the floor. Barbara and Adam exchanged an amused look. Despite his words, Beetlejuice’s hair had turned a lovely mix of green, pink, and magenta.

“Well, if that’s the case, then let’s go ahead and call it a night. C’mon Bug,” Barbara patted Beetlejuice’s hip twice before getting up to her feet, crawling over the bed to her preferred side.

Adam stood after, and Beetlejuice simply appeared next to Barbara, smack dab in the middle. He shot the ghosts a smirk, as if he were causing some kind of trouble. The smirk promptly disappeared when Adam easily slid into bed next to him, pulling the covers up over them. “Definitely need a bigger bed,” Adam noted, eyeing how close they had to squish together to fit.

“We’ll figure it out tomorrow,” Barbara yawned. She nestled closer to Beetlejuice, and slid her arms around his torso. “This okay?” She asked.

“Uh… h-hold on,” Beetlejuice stammered, the slightest tint of color emerging on his cheeks. He eyed the second pillow Adam had been using for a backrest earlier and pulled it under the covers with him, clutching it tightly against his middle. He settled under the covers, his eyes stubbornly fixed on the sheets as he readjusted for a moment. Then, quietly, so quietly only the dead could hear, he whispered, “Makes me feel safer…”

“You don’t have to explain, Bee,” Adam reassured the demon, Barbara nodding in agreement. Adam stretched out, encircling his partners with his arms, pulling them closer together still. “Good?” He checked.

Barbara carefully wiggled a hand around Beetlejuice to intertwine her fingers with Adam’s and nodded. “Yup.”

Beetlejuice’s eyes darted between the two before he slowly moved one arm away from the pillow, turned onto his side and wrapped it around Adam’s waist. Then a third arm appeared from… somewhere on his person and curled around Barbara’s. “It’s weird, but… it’s nice,” he mumbled. Barbara buried her face into Beetlejuice’s hair, and he could feel her wide smile.

“It is,” she agreed, relaxing further.

Adam looked over the two before him with such loving eyes, all Beetlejuice could do was duck his face into Adam’s dorky flannel shirt to avoid that overwhelming green gaze. “You two still owe me make-up sex. All these tropey ‘there was only one bed’ shenanigans aren’t gonna get you outta that,” he huffed.

“Course,” Barbara hummed.

“We will definitely christen the new bed when we get it ready,” Adam pressed a kiss to Beetlejuice’s forehead.

That made the demon purr. “Oh, I will be doing so much more to you than christening some damn bed when the time comes. Trust me.” Even with the sleep weighing their bodies, Adam and Barbara still felt a shiver of excitement run down their spines at the baritone hum Beetlejuice’s voice reached. “Alright, good night!” Beetlejuice gleefully chirped, closing his eyes.

“Bee! You tease!” Barbara squealed.

“You can’t just do that when we’re trying to sleep!” Adam said, his hips shifting away unconsciously.

Beetlejuice grinned wider, hugging the pillow tighter to his chest. “Now we’re even! Sweet dreams!”

The lamp then clicked off, leaving the room dim, save for a weak filtering of moonlight in the windows. The ghosts settled in, their legs tangling together in one final act to be as close as possible to one another as they finally started to sleep.

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batgurl1989 · 3 years

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Running With The Wolf Chapter Five

Summary: Younin (play on Y/N) and Geralt enjoy the wedding at the Vegelbud Estate while trying to find the killer

Word Count: 2700

Warnings: None.

A/N: Sorry for the length, action to come. If you want to be added to my taglist, let me know :)

Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five

Taglist: @rmtndew @princesssterek @djinny-djin-djin @cynic-spirit @henrynerdfan

Chapter Five

The Vegelbud Estate was much more opulent than you remembered it being. Though you had never set foot on the grounds before, you had passed it many times when going to watch the annual derby. There were certainly more guards stationed around for the wedding than there had been for the derby. A stable hand led both your horses away as you turned to face the guarded gate. Your nerves were calm, a vast difference from entering Novigrad. The atmosphere surrounding the estate was also different; more festive, less dour.

Geralt offered you his arm with a smile, his eyes travelling over you with an appreciative gleam. You had felt it the whole ride out to the estate but weren’t about to complain. Though this night was about finding a killer, you also planned to have a little bit of fun. It wasn’t often you got to see Geralt dressed up and looking forward to a party for once. You smoothly linked arms with him, offering him a coy smile as you joined the line to get into the wedding.

Security was a breeze to get through. Short of patting people down, as long as they didn’t see any visible weapons, the guards were mostly waving people through. They eyed Geralt suspiciously, but a throat clearing from Lady Vegelbud had them waving you through without question.

“Geralt! I didn’t think you had an invite to such a closed event.” Lady Vegelbud greeted Geralt with a wide smile, arms thrown open as though she intended to hug the Witcher. Geralt avoided the hug by offering a small bow to the Lady.

“Unfortunately, I had to get one through nefarious means.” You balked at the honesty spilling from his lips. He patted your hands when you gripped his forearm tightly, trying to warn him. Lady Vegelbud stepped closer; intrigue written all over her face. “It is probably best you don’t know why we are here.”

“Yes. You are probably right.” She blinked, glancing at you as though noticing you for the first time. A look of distain coloured her face as she took you in head to toe. Her gaze softened when she looked back at Geralt. “Well, I hope you and your…friend don’t plan to disrupt the ceremony and take care of your business discretely.”

“We wouldn’t dream of it, Lady Vegelbud.” Geralt assured her before stepping away from the Lady of the estate. He guided you to a seat in the back row for the ceremony. He shifted your hold from his arm to his hand, lacing your fingers. You held his hand in your lap, while your head never stopped moving, taking in all the guests milling about.

“Novigrad’s finest.” You grumbled under your breath, unable to keep the anger out of your voice. These were the people who screamed for the mages to be hunted down, and once they were gone, for anyone who was deemed ‘other’ to be persecuted. You couldn’t stand being in this crowd.

“Just remember the goal, Younin.” Geralt whispered to you, trying to bring your focus around to what was important. Taking a deep breath, you nodded. Freeing Dandelion was the most important thing you should be thinking about.

The ceremony didn’t last long, and during it you concentrated on looking for the nobleman you were hunting. Geralt had perfected the head forward but eyes always moving, and you envied him for that as you had to swivel your head to get good looks at the guests of the wedding. As soon as the newlyweds kissed, the place erupted, and you could no longer see faces. But it also meant the party was about to start, and that meant there was a greater chance of finding the nobleman you were looking for.

It turned out that many people at the wedding knew exactly who Geralt was, and he had to quickly come up with a story about how he saved the groom once. He made sure the story cast the groom in a favourable light, but also was boring so that there would be few follow up questions. You stood beside him, shocked by his ability to think on his feet. You knew he was able to do it when it came to monsters and such, but social gatherings didn’t seem his forte. You were pleasantly surprised to find yourself wrong.

The one thing that you didn’t find so pleasant was his refusal to dance. You loved to dance. Back in Velen, there weren’t many opportunities to dance, so you liked to take every chance you could. The music was lively, and you found your feet couldn’t keep still. Looking expectantly at Geralt, you were saddened when he simply shook his head.

“I don’t dance. You know that.” Geralt reminded you of the Skellige party they had both attended. You had tried to get him to dance then as well to no avail.

“Fine. Then I shall go find a partner who will.” You nodded to the nobleman you had been on the look out for. Geralt caught your meaning, though he didn’t seem thrilled about sending you off to dance with a killer.

You put an extra swish in your hips as you sauntered up the nobleman. He looked you over with heat in his eyes, obviously pleased with what he saw. You laughed at something the Lord said, not really paying attention to what it was. You saw Geralt clench his fists from where he stood drinking a pint of ale. It served him right for not dancing with you.

“Lord Palmer, would you like to dance?” You decided to be bold, and instead of waiting for the nobleman to ask you for a dance, you asked. You silently hoped he liked women who spoke their minds.

“Who am I to turn down such a vision of a woman?” Lord Palmer offered you his arm so he could escort you onto the dance floor. Pretending to blush at his attention as he led you out to where others were dancing, you looked over at Geralt. His golden cat eyes were glued on you, a shadow of something dancing in them. It was a look you hadn’t seen before, and you weren’t sure how you felt being the subject of his gaze.

The song was an upbeat one, and you put your knowledge of dance to good use, following the steps of the local dance style. Lord Palmer followed along, enjoying having you as a dance partner. You had to admit that he knew the fancy footwork well, and with everyone else around you dancing and laughing, you couldn’t help but join in. Your laughter rang out along with Palmer’s as you two clapped and stomped your feet to the beat the minstrels were playing.

It wasn’t until the tempo changed to something slower and Palmer pulled you into his body that you dared to sneak a look at the Witcher you arrived with. Geralt was fuming at the edge of the dance floor, his eyes tracking the nobleman’s hands as they travelled across your back and downward. You tried to warn Geralt with your eyes not to interrupt, that you could handle the nobleman’s wandering hands, but Geralt stepped out on to the dance floor, ignoring you.

“May I cut in?” Geralt’s words shocked you. You had expected him to drag you off the dance floor by your elbow, not offer to join in on dancing.

“Of course. Everyone should get to dance with this treasure.” Lord Palmer laid on the compliments thickly, making you blush involuntarily. It wasn’t often you were so blatantly flirted with, and even though you would never reciprocate, it still took you by surprise.

Geralt pulled you close to his body, a comfort washing over you to be in familiar arms. He didn’t look at you though, a darkness still swimming in his eyes. He watched Palmer leave the dance floor and go back to his drink. It wasn’t until the nobleman was fully distracted by the conversation happening around him that your Witcher seemed to relax. He fit you closer to his body, going through the dance steps you didn’t think he knew.

“I don’t suppose you learned anything important.” Geralt grumbled, ducking his head so that his breath tickled the shell of your ear. You felt him inhale deeply, taking your comforting scent into his being, relaxing him even more.

“I was busy, sorry.” You barely turned your head when you responded to whisper in his ear. His hair was pulled back in a full ponytail leaving his ear uncovered. You pressed a quick discrete kiss to the sensitive point below his ear causing a low growl to rumble up from his chest. You knew what kissing that spot did to him and risked it in public anyway. He needed to know that there was nothing to be jealous of. “Were you able to?”

You didn’t want to say the full question out loud, so you hoped Geralt got your meaning. The whole point of the dance was to distract Lord Palmer. You prayed it wasn’t in vain, even if you did enjoy yourself. The hand on your hip squeezed gently, letting you know the deed was done. Now all you had to do was wait and follow the suddenly very intoxicated nobleman out of the party. The plan was to extract a confession from him so that there was no doubt about needed to be done, and then bring him before the King of Beggars.

Geralt nodded subtly but didn’t make eye contact with you in case someone was watching. Though you thought he had come up with a valid reason to be at the wedding, it could easily fall apart if either the groom or bride questioned you. Swallowing hard, you tried not to look for the Lord now that you knew he had ingested the potion you made earlier that day. You found it hard, but you had to trust that Geralt was keeping an eye on him.

The song ended much too quickly for your liking, and you found yourself out of his arms. You tried not to let it bother you that the only reason he had danced with you in the first place was out of jealousy. You followed him off the dance floor, appraising him unabashedly. The deerskin pants he wore hugged his muscular thighs and arse in a way that had your mouth drying out, and in desperate need for a drink.

“Geralt! Is that you?” A woman wove between wedding guests when she spotted the Witcher. His head shot up, taking in the woman rushing over to him. When he noticed who it was, he offered you an apologetic smile over his shoulder before he was forced to catch the woman when she threw herself into his arms. “What are you doing back in these parts? And why haven’t you stopped by the Passiflora?”

Passiflora. It clicked into place sharply why Geralt would know this woman, and you felt jealousy start to bubble up in your stomach. Geralt gently but firmly set the woman on the ground and stepped away. The woman reached out, stroking the Witcher’s arm suggestively, walking her fingers across his palm. His golden eyes flicked to you once more, wondering if you had figured it out.

“Sorry. I didn’t realize you had company with you.” The woman carried herself in a confident way, but when she turned to you, something changed, as though she realized her mistake. “I’m Narcissa.”

“Younin.” Your response was shorter than you meant it to be, but you were worried that if you spoke more you would regret what you said. It was bad enough that Geralt was reading you like a book in that moment if his smug smile was anything to go by.

“He hasn’t been by the Passiflora in many years.” Narcissa tried to assure you, but it didn’t matter. It wasn’t as though you weren’t fully aware of Geralt’s past, and all the philandering he took part in. You had worked closely with two of exes for years.

“Think nothing of it.” You waved away her concern, your eyes locking with Geralt’s. Jealousy was giving way quickly to lust, and from the look in Geralt’s eyes, it was for him too. Forcing yourself to look at Narcissa, you painted a friendly but apologetic smile on your face. “If you will excuse us, I am in need of a drink, and Geralt was just escorting me to get one.”

You didn’t stay behind to listen to what the prostitute had to say, though you faintly heard her say something about the hedges on the East side of the lawn offering privacy. You linked your arm with the Witcher’s, practically dragging him away from the conversation. You needed to get him alone. Now.

“The sooner this contract is over, the sooner we can partake in what you are thinking.” Geralt mumbled to you, his voice light with amusement. He allowed you to pull him to a quieter part of the celebration, in the shade of a stone wall.

“Did you see where the Lord went?” You asked, pushing him against the wall. The action took him by surprise, and Geralt ended up pulling you with him as he fell back. You didn’t mind.

“He is still talking with the nobles, but the potion is definitely taking affect.” His words were edgier than he intended as you began to kiss his neck, pulling at his collar. His hands went instinctively to your waist, gripping your hips. You felt the indecision in his hold. Would he push you away, or pull you closer?

“Then we have a few minutes.” You smiled against his skin, kissing your way along his jaw, his short beard rasping your lips.

A groan escaped his lips when yours found his. He pulled you closer, finally giving in. You knew he was still paying attention to Lord Palmer, watching him closely for the moment to pounce. But you also knew he couldn’t resist taking a few moments to ravage your mouth with his tongue. It only made you want him more.

“Jealousy does odd things to you.” Geralt chuckled, leaning his forehead on yours. His hands gave your hips a gentle squeeze, before releasing you. It was time.

“You’re one to talk. I thought you didn’t dance.” You turned back to the party, taking his cue. Geralt let out a short laugh, grabbing your hand. Surprised, you let yourself be spun around for one more searing kiss.

When you pulled apart, a wall went up in Geralt that you knew was him going into Witcher mode. You didn’t dare disturb him as you both followed the nobleman as he stumbled away from the party, and thankfully out into the garden. There was a hedge maze that you were trying to herd him into where some of the King’s men were going to meet you. The sun was setting, and the maze was shroud in shadows, but that wasn’t a problem for Geralt. All you had to do was stick close to the Witcher and let him do his tracking.

“Whose out there!?” Lord Palmer called out, spinning in a lopsided circle, trying to pinpoint the noise her heard. Geralt was moving silently, except occasionally, his footfalls would be heavier so that the Lord could hear him, and Palmer’s paranoia would amplify. “I know you are out there!”

Whispering into your hand, you cast a spell that lit the location of where you intended him to go. Most people, when surrounded by darkness, tended to go toward whatever light they could find. Lord Palmer was no exception. He took the bait, as you knew he would. He kept glancing behind him, fear written all over his face. You hoped he didn’t get so scared that he screamed and drew unwanted attention.

As Lord Palmer rounded the last corner toward the light, his panicked breathing suddenly stopped. There was the sickening sound of metal entering flesh, and then there was nothing. You paused, suddenly rooted in spot, stifling your yelp of surprise. Geralt rushed around the corner, but you couldn’t follow. This had not been the plan.

You shook off the paralysis that gripped you and were about to take a step forward when you felt the cool touch of steel on your throat. A hand came up to cover your mouth, muffling your scream.

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George x Reader- Don’t Judge a Book

Heyy hope you're doing well 💕 Could u pleease (if you're not too overloaded) do one with George were his family doesn't approve his relationship with the reader but at the battle she saves Fred. Very angst and the end is up to you. Your writing is incredible, be safe

George pinched the bridge of his nose, letting out a long and steadying breath as you stood before him. Your hands were planted firmly on your hips and you were shaking your head in frustration.

“I can’t George, you know that,” You refused his proposal, knowing it would only end terribly. You would be made a fool of and you had a hard enough biting your tongue as was. If you couldn’t escape, who knows what you might say.

“It’s the safest option here love,” George pleaded with you, legs spread and head thrown back as the conversation tired him out. He had just closed up shop for the night with Fred and now he was upstairs, trying to talk sense into you. “Mum said it was perfectly fine if you came and stayed with us,”

“Molly is lovely but I cannot be under the same roof as your brothers and sister.”

“Fred-”

“You know he doesn’t count when I generalize,” You sighed, wishing George would see things from your perspective. “The rest of them hate me, I’m just a no good slytherin to them and they will never be able to see past that. Especially right now, I’m going to be put under a microscope that has a broken lens.”

“They don’t hate you...” George weakly argued but you could see the gears turning in his head as he ran his fingers through his hair- pulling at the roots as if it would somehow make this conversation go away. “Things might be a bit touch and go but they don’t hate you, they could never hate someone I love,”

“Your mom could never hate someone you love but that means nothing for the rest of them. To the public all slytherins are death eaters, Voldemort’s army consists of only slytherins in their eyes. I might as well have a stamp on my forehead that says ‘Hi! I want to enslave muggles and kill the kids I grew up with!’. It doesn’t matter who I am or what I stand for, your siblings think I’m trouble,”

George stood abruptly, needing to be close to you. Wrapping his arms around you, you melted in his embrace. He kissed the top of your head and you nuzzled closer against his chest. “I just want you to be safe, and I think home is a good place to be safe,”

“I won’t stop you from going Georgie, but I think it’s better if I don’t stay at the burrow,” You decided for yourself. You wouldn’t be able to keep your sanity if you had to handle Percy asking you questions about your family, who they were and what they believed in. You’d go just as crazy if you had to feel Ginny and Ron’s eyes burrowing into your head as if they could kill you with a look.

“I won’t go either,” George tried steeling his voice but you could hear the hesitancy. “I couldn’t bear it if anything happened to you,”

Voldemort and his army surrounded Hogwarts as they all tried to bring down the protective shield that had fallen around the school. You jumped when a particularly powerful spell ricocheted off the invisible barrier. George’s arm tightened around you and you squeezed him in response.

I’m scared. You tried to convey as you looked to him with wide and wondering eyes. You had to memorize every freckle, every wrinkle. You had to memorize the color of his eyes and the way his hair went every which way. In case something happened, you wanted to die remembering every feature of George Weasley, you wanted to die remembering how he made you feel.

Me too. His sad expression spoke back to you and he kissed your forehead, lingering there. In case anything happened he needed you to know that he loved you and would love you forever until the end of time. Even death couldn’t put an end to his feelings for you.

“See you both on the other side,” Fred spoke, subdued yet intense.

I hope.

Your eyes burned with exhaustion and the constant threat of tears as you looked at the people you had known and loved falling down around you. The carnage and destruction seemed endless as you wildly searched for George. You had been planning to stay close but it was hard to stick to a plan during a time of war and you had inevitably been separated. You had to stay strong and find him.

You caught a flash of red hair in the distance and you picked up your pace, jumping over debris and dodging spells. You nearly fell when a spell was sent your way and you had to stop in your tracks and duck behind a large piece of wall that had been blown free from the castle.

Poking your head out from the stone shield you had found cover behind you were relieved to see that the Weasley was still in place. You couldn’t quite see who it was yet but any of them would bring you comfort at this point. You’d even let Ron pick a fight with you so long as it made you feel normal.

Once the coast was clear you were back to running through the grounds that had once been so peaceful. The closer you got, the more you assumed it was George that stood back against the wall, wand at the ready. Yet you realized a moment later that it was Fred. The part of his hair was different, they set of his jaw and the way he held his wand. You felt relief at the sight of your boyfriend’s twin but it quickly vanished from your system and you were choked out by dread.

“Fred!” You hollered, your legs carrying you faster than they ever had before.

Ginny was some odd yards away and she watched with suspicion as you chased after her brother. “Fred! Watch out!” She called, wand at the ready as she took aim towards you. The light burst from the tip of her wand but the spell was unsuccessful as you jumped, propelling yourself forward to avoid the spell and reach Fred in time.

The man whipped his head around at the chorus of his name, a question on his lips as you collided with him, sending you both sprawling across the pavement as you wrapped your arms around Fred, the momentum sending him on top of you. An explosion burst above the both of you, pebbles and rocks raining down on you as you rolled away from the majority of the wall that had broken apart.

The back of your skull came in contact with the cobble and you had to blink away the shadows that were rushing into your vision. Fred’s weight was uncomfortable on top of you and you groaned, shoving at him weakly.

“God Freddie, lay off the chocolate frogs,” You jested at the same time he uttered, “You’re bleeding,”

Fred helped you into a sitting position, his fingers searching the back of your head, coming away wet with the crimson liquid. You felt maybe a little dizzy, somewhat nauseous but fine otherwise. It was the sight of blood however, the knowledge that it was yours, that sent your eyes rolling into the back of your head as you slumped into Fred’s waiting arms.

The battle had ended and George was rushing around like a chicken with their head cut off. He hadn’t seen you or any of his family members in some time and panic had a vise grip on his heart. Ginny and his mother were the first he saw, waiting at the entrance to the school with dazed expressions. It was difficult to process what they had just been through, what they had achieved and what they had lost.

Ginny looked at George with guilt swirling in her stomach even if he didn’t recognize it. She feared how he would feel about her if he were to learn she had nearly cost Fred and Y/N their lives because of a prejudice that ran deeper than she had believed. If her spell had hit Y/N, they would both be crushed underneath a slab of wall right now. He couldn’t know.

George looked them over quickly as he approached and deemed them fine. “Where is she?” Was the first question falling from his lips and Ginny couldn’t seem to get the words out. Molly however was thinking quickly, unaware of her daughter’s thoughts.

“Your brother- Freddie knows where she is love, they were together,”

George nodded, kissing her temple and pulling Ginny into a quick hug before he followed his mother’s directions to find you. His stomach churned when he found those directions had sent his feet to the area where the wounded were being attended to, the dead being covered in white sheets.

“Are you wounded?” Came a meek voice and George had to shake himself from his intrusive thoughts to realize that Luna Lovegood was standing before him, hair tied up and a focused look hardening her typically whimsical features.

“N-No, I’m looking for-”

“Your brother is this way,” She assumed as she took a hold of his arm, assuming he needed the assistance. George looked a little lost and he had paled severely since entering the room, taking in all of the moaning and groaning bodies.

He let her guide him but broke free when he found his brother sitting on the floor, your hand in his. You were on a makeshift cot, a bandage wrapped around your head. Your eyes were closed, skin ashen. “Y/N-” He choked out, falling to his knees beside you. Fred gripped his shoulder with his free hand, sliding out of the way so that George could grasp your limp hand in his own.

“She’s fine mate,” Fred said first. “Bumped her head, just needs rest now that the bleeding’s stopped.”

“Bleeding?” George croaked, careful hands shaking as he trailed a finger across the outline of your jaw. Even now you looked angelic, with debris stuck to the palm of your hands and dust smeared across your forehead like your very own war paint.

“She’s fine George,” Fred promised again.

“How did she get hurt?” George asked, tearing his eyes from you to face his twin.

Fred winced, shoulders drawn up to his ears apologetically. “Savin’ me. I didn’t notice- well I don’t really know what I didn’t notice. Y/N called out my name, then Ginny. Then Y/N was barreling into me and we hit the ground hard. A second later the wall was collapsing onto where I’d been standing,”

George smiled, kissing your forehead as his family spotted all of you, approaching with relieved smiles. “That’s my girl,” He praised.

“Fred!” Ginny found her voice. “Is she okay?”

Fred watched Ginny for a moment, putting together quite easily what had happened. He’d never liked slytherins, detested them the same as any good gryffindor did. But then George had introduced you to him and his feelings had started changing. It didn’t seem the same thing had occurred with his siblings and they still had their beliefs against you. Ginny had thought him in danger, thought you had come to hurt him when in fact it had been the opposite. He could see the guilt swimming in her eyes and he felt pity. He couldn’t let his sister hold that weight over her head. “She will be,” He reassured.

George recounted the story of your heroics to his family even if he hadn’t been there and he hoped it would be enough to win your good favor. He refused to leave your side as you lay there, unaware that all of the Weasleys were standing around you and silently thanking you for saving Fred even at the threat of risking your own safety. You had proven a lot to them. George wished it hadn’t come with such a risk, he would always hold your safety above his family’s approval, but he tried to focus on the fact that you were just unconscious. You were just resting, he told himself as the thought was more comforting than the former.

Fred looked from his brother, then to you, and back to Ginny. “Everything’s alright, Gin,” He made sure she knew as he drew her into a hug, staring over her shoulder as he watched his brother fuss over you. “Just...don’t judge a book by it’s cover next time,”

For years to come you would be celebrated as Fred’s savior and loved as family, George having asked you to marry him the second you opened your eyes, still surrounded by the ruins of Hogwarts. Seeing his family surrounding you, a new appreciation in their eyes, you’d said yes.

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Two Halves - Chapter Ten (Zuko x Reader)

Part Nine

Word Count: 2,750

Author’s Note: We’ve had enough sad. Like, in general. So I wrote some happy for this week’s update. This chapter was originally going to be longer, but I decided to save the rest of it for next week since it ended pretty nicely where it is.

I feel like now is a good time to mention that I haven’t read the comics (I didn’t even know there were comics until like two months ago) so if you’ve been wondering why this story diverges so much from them, that’s why. I see the canon and I think it’s great, but it’s just so much more fun to write my own interpretations of what happened to everybody after the war. Sorry not sorry.

I’m slowly getting back into the swing of things. I felt pretty okay yesterday, and I’m starting to not immediately hate everything I produce and am remembering how to talk myself up again after forgetting that anxiety and depression don’t rule my thoughts when it comes to my creativity. Things are still gonna be weird for a while, but we’ll be fine eventually. That’s how the human condition is - we always swing back at some point.

~ Muerta

“What do you know about Fire Nation prisons?”

You expect Rina to falter at the question. She doesn't even flinch, continuing to dress you as if you asked her what she’d had for breakfast.

“What do you want to know?” she wonders in return.

You gaze off, allowing your mind to roam as you consider her question.

Since your return to the Fire Nation, Zuko’s attentive attitude hasn't changed, and your fondness for him has grown in ways you never expected it would. During council meetings, it’s become a habit to hold his hand under the table where your advisors can't see (though Yong has caught you once or twice, smirking as if you were two school children passing love notes during class). You spend more time together in the evenings before bed, and some nights you invite Zuko to sleep beside you, missing his presence since returning to separate rooms - he’s always gone before sunrise to discourage any scandal (despite the fact that you're married), never leaving without a kiss to your forehead and a murmur of, “See you soon.” It’s also become routine to meet him by the turtle duck pond when you each have a moment to spare, the little creatures getting so used to your presence that many of them freely approach you, pecking at your palms in the chance you have a treat for them.

“My mother and I used to do this,” Zuko confides during one of your breaks; it's the first cool afternoon since the beginning of summer, a few leaves from the overhanging maple tree floating on the pond’s placid surface. “I remember throwing a rock at one of the ducklings when I was a kid. Its mother bit me.”

You giggle, opening your hand so a young male can nibble at the apple peel you hold out to him; you attempt to scratch his head while he eats, and he squawks at you.

“Good for her,” you jeer. “Serves you right for being a dick.”

Zuko chuckles, the curl of his lips framing a hazy sadness in his eyes.

“Azula did stuff like that all the time,” he sighs. “I always felt… bad. Our mother knew what she was when she was really young. I was the one who got all her kindness. Sometimes… I think it's my fault Azula ended up the way she did.”

“It isn't,” you assure him. You tuck your hand into his. “Your parents played favorites. It wasn't fair.”

Zuko hums absently, his gaze drawn out across the courtyard. After a moment, he’s pulled back to you, a playful grin tugging at his mouth.

“You remind me of a turtle duck,” he states. “You look harmless. You're cute. But you could really fuck someone up if they provoked you.”

You laugh, slipping your hand from his to teasingly shove his shoulder; the turtle ducks around you scatter as he mirrors your reaction, doing little to defend himself against your loving attack.

“Did you just call me ‘cute’?” you tease, reaching to pinch at his cheek - he grimaces, taking your hand away from his face by recapturing it in his. “Are you going soft on me, Hothead?”

He chuckles, mirthfully flicking an apple peel into your hair. You notice the blush that colors his neck, unable to deny your own.

“Oh, Turtleduck,” he says with mock pity. “Is Sokka so bad at flirting that you never learned to pick up on it?”

He's used his new pet name for you almost every day since he coined it; every time he does, your heart soars out of your throat and into the clouds.

Through your bedroom window, you can see Zuko on the porch behind your chambers, leaned casually against the railing as he chats with Aang.

Aang says something that makes the older man laugh; your innards seem to melt as the lines around the corners of Zuko’s eyes and lips wrinkle like folds in a bedsheet. Something in the scene riles you - you’ll slit a hundred men’s throats to protect that smile and the feeling it gives you.

“This is about Azula,” Rina observes.

One thing you've learned in your short time with her is that you can't keep secrets from her - chances are she already knows all of them.

“I just want to know what her living situation is like,” you tell her, “how powerful she could actually be from inside a prison cell.”

“You have a merciful husband,” Rina sighs, somewhat dreamily . “Azula doesn't live in a prison; he put her in a compound in the Si Wong desert. She's heavily guarded and follows strict schedules and rules, but he didn't want her to live the rest of her life in a cage.”

“What about Ozai?” you ask.

“He’s in a prison. I said your husband was merciful, not that he doesn't hold a grudge.”

You smirk, momentarily eased from the worry that strains your mind.

“Do either of them have access to the outside world?” you press.

Rina shakes her head.

“Azula has very little; the last she heard of anything outside the compound was your marriage announcement. Ozai has absolutely none. All the guards that keep both of them are from the unoccupied Earth Kingdom, so they have no allegiance to them, and only a select few guards are allowed to speak to Azula.”

“So… there's no way they could be the masterminds of any of this?”

Rina lifts her gaze from the sash she cinches at your waist, her dark, round eyes meeting yours; her expression is blank, but she speaks in a determined hush.

“I can't say for certain. But Azula’s intelligence is violent and cunning; she sees things from a different perspective that isn't entirely human. She has insights that more empathetic people would never consider.”

You nod slowly, understanding.

“I'll talk to Aang.”

Katara arrives from the Southern Tribe a few hours before the banquet you're hosting in Aang’s honor is scheduled to begin. You accompany her husband and yours to the imperial docks, a massive grin breaking across your cheeks the moment you spot her on the ship’s deck; she sends you a large, sweeping wave, catching you in her arms as soon as she's close enough to do so.

“I'm so glad you're okay,” she cries into your ear. “How do you feel?”

You nod, holding her by the waist as she pulls away. Her grip doesn't loosen, her arms still coiled around yours in an affectionate embrace.

“I'm good,” you assure her. “I'm tough.”

She smiles, pulling you in to kiss your cheek before turning to Zuko, greeting him with a warm hug. When she reaches Aang, her gestures are much slower, more tender. He takes her chin between two fingers and kisses her gently, his other hand positioned low on her waist as it presses her tightly against him; the action is so out of character for the two - typically so lively and averse to such kinds of public affection - that you and Zuko share an instinctive, curious glance.

“Did we forget their anniversary or something?” you whisper, fear jolting through you when a look of panic crosses his features.

“... I don't think so,” he says after a pause. “Maybe… he just missed her?”

The confusion on his face is endearing - he's more emotionally intelligent than most people, but he's the last person who knows it.

“Could be,” you agree. “This is the longest they've been apart in years.”

The two of you watch as Aang assists Katara into Appa’s saddle, another strange behavior considering how used to flying Katara is. Neither of them seem to notice your staring, Aang leaning in for another lingering kiss before taking his place at the reins.

You return to the palace and are met with commotion, servants and high-level diplomats scrambling this way and that in a flustered frenzy. Everyone immediately alerts, prepared for yet another catastrophe.

“What's going on?” Zuko demands as Rina approaches you; she doesn't hide her sneer at his brash tone, and you smirk as he apologetically shrinks back.

“You have visitors, come to give their congratulations for your marriage,” Rina explains.

“Who?” Zuko wonders.

“Sun Warriors. They're waiting for you in the throne room.”

Zuko and Aang exchange a look of shock. As you're ushered through the halls of the administrative wing and into the throne room, you take Aang by the arm, pulling him close so you can whisper to him.

“Who are the Sun Warriors?” you ask.

“They were the first fire benders,” Aang tells you. “They were supposedly wiped out, but Zuko and I met them when we visited their island at the beginning of my fire bending training. Their existence is supposed to be a secret.”

“Then why would they come here?”

“Your guess is as good as mine.”

The throne room is silent - empty save for your entourage and guests - but a constant, electric buzz seems to hang in the air. Zuko falls into step beside you, taking your arm in his as you approach the group of visitors gathered before the throne; their clothing suggests Fire Nation, but from a different world, ancient to the point of almost primal. Each person present is decorated in baroque jewelry, glimmering gold and laced with vibrantly colored beads placed in intricate, deliberate patterns. Their faces are painted in stark lines of red and white, some across their noses and cheeks and under their eyes, others over their chins and foreheads; the makeup is so similar to Water Tribe markings that your eyes widen, unable to stop yourself from leaning in as you attempt to get a better look while also remaining dignified. The warriors are also much more robust than their mainland counterparts, with stocky builds and robust features - they remind you of your own people, leaving you in awe.

“Chief Sunan,” Zuko addresses the leader of the group, bowing low as he speaks; you follow suit, leveling your gaze with the floor. “To what do we owe the honor of your visit?”

The chief smiles faintly, warmly at the two of you, bowing in return.

“We are not so cut off from the outside world that we have not heard of your marriage,” he says. “News has traveled to us of the strength of your union, and the tenacity of your bride. As Firelord, you have protected us, and made strides to restore the ancient ways of the element - we have come to give you our thanks, and offer our blessings to the both of you.”

Chief Sunan steps aside then, making way for a man and woman carrying a basket between them; they lower it at your feet, bowing as they step back to rejoin their people.

“A gift,” the chief proclaims. His muted grin morphs into something more knowing, almost mirthful as he watches Zuko approach the offering.

You rest a supportive hand on Zuko’s back as he leans forward, lifting the lid of the basket to reveal its contents; he raises a bundle of blankets from the vessel, his eyes growing wide as he peels the fabric back.

Inside the package is a dragon, just small enough to be cradled in his arms. Its scales are a gorgeous crimson, glinting and shifting between hues of gold and turquoise in the light cast from Zuko’s bended fire that surrounds his empty throne. The little beast peers up at its new parent with amber eyes that mirror your husband’s. Zuko lets out an astonished breath, raising his gaze to meet Chief Sunan’s.

“I can’t accept this,” he states, so quietly that only you and the chief can make out the words.

“You must,” Chief Sunan counters, his smile never faltering. “The masters insisted.”

Under your palm, you feel Zuko’s body tense. He nods, cautiously settling the tiny dragon into your arms; you hold the bundle tightly, reaching in to stroke gently at the baby’s nose. It purs appreciatively, and your heart swells.

Zuko bows, lowering himself to the floor in the ultimate display of respect.

“Thank you,” he says. “I vow to protect him with my life.”

When he once again stands, he looks to Rina.

“Accommodate them however they need,” he commands. “Send a group of our Kyoshi Warriors to the island to guard it from outsiders.”

Rina nods, scurrying off immediately to delegate the tasks. Chief Sunan then approaches you, resting a hand on your shoulder; you meet his eyes with slight fear, but find only kindness looking back at you.

“We are grateful our bloodlines will merge once again,” he tells you. “The origin of our people is a history that has been lost to time, long before the war was even a speck on the horizon. You see, the Sun Warriors are descendents of migrant peoples from the earliest ancestors of the Southern Water Tribe as well as the Fire Nation - what our mothers and fathers knew of water bending shaped our understanding of fire. Your union brings our people together once again, as they should be.”

Zuko wraps an arm around your waist, proudly pulling you against his side. You draw in a shaky breath, leaning into him as you nod, tears pooling along the lines of your lower eyelids.

“It’s an honor to finally meet you,” you say. “I’ll do everything to make sure we regain our lost history. I promise.”

Chief Sunan smiles temperately and nods, his fingers contracting around your shoulder in an appreciative grasp.

“Thank you,” he whispers. “We are proud to call you our queen.”

You invite the Warriors to stay for the night, Aang eagerly informing them of the banquet you have planned; by the time your reception of the unexpected visitors is finished, there's little more than an hour before it begins.

Zuko brings your new ward back to your quarters, keeping him tucked protectively under his arms until you shut the sitting room door securely behind you. He then unravels the blankets the little creature is wrapped in, allowing him to explore his new home.

“I thought dragons were extinct,” you marvel, watching as the fabled reptile twists and turns his body around every piece of furniture he encounters, inspecting everything he sees with humanlike interest. You smile, endeared by his wonder.

“There are two still living,” Zuko explains. He kneels down beside the dragon, offering him a bit of a rice cracker from the box you keep in a side table for your nightly tea. “Three, now, I guess. The other two are the fire bending masters Aang and I had to seek approval from after I joined their team. Honestly, I thought they were both males.”

“You must have made a good impression for them to trust you with their kid,” you remark, stifling a bit of laughter at his confession. “Maybe this’ll get Yong to stop bugging us about getting me knocked up.”

Zuko chuckles, glancing up at you with an impish grin; the suggestive expression makes you blush, and you try to not admit to yourself that the excitement it sparks isn't unwelcome.

The baby dragon lets out a mewling growl as he wraps himself around Zuko’s shoulders. He blows a minuscule jet of flame into the Firelord’s face, which Zuko mimics. You feel like squealing.

“What should we call him?” you ask, lowering yourself onto the floor beside your husband. You hold a finger out to the dragon, which he curiously takes into one of his clawed hands.

“Druk,” Zuko answers. “He looks like a Druk, doesn’t he?”

You nod, your cheeks pinkened by the smile that’s plastered itself across your face; Zuko’s eyes meet yours with the same joyed expression. He maneuvers himself closer to you, resting his hand atop yours in your lap. As his fingers curl around your palm, you become achingly aware of just how near to you he is, and in a way that’s no longer friendly - the tension is heavier now, strained under the weight of a giddy, fluttering mania that leaves you dizzy. You don’t have to wonder if he feels the same.

“Guess we’re parents now,” Zuko jokes, his voice barely above a breath.

You giggle, taking the chance of leaning in to brush your lips to his. Your skin hardly touches; you’re too nervous to dive in and taste him, and for a moment after you pull away, you fear you may have imagined the glancing kiss. The fire that flares across Zuko’s cheeks tells you you didn’t.

“Yeah,” you smirk, speaking in a murmur. “Guess we are.”

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classic80sand90smovieloves2 · 4 years

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Meeting and Dating Fulton Reed

(Not my gif)(requested by anonymous)

- You had been walking home from school when a few boys came up to you and began to harass you. Soon enough they began to corner you and you became increasingly uncomfortable. While you were searching for a way out of the situation a deep voice called out and scared them away. It was then that you saw him: your brooding knight in shining armor.

- Now if you saw Fulton under any other circumstance then you’d probably be at least slightly scared of him. There’s a ton of rumors surrounding him and his appearance in general is intimidating but he had just, in your eyes, saved your life and now you were transformed into a clingy young girl with a borderline savior complex.

- Fulton isn’t the most social being in the world so he gives you a once over and walks away without another word. But you were just rescued goddamnit and he’s all cool and mysterious and you want to talk to him and say thank you (and not walk alone) so you follow.

- He doesn’t notice you at first because you’re just trying to catch up with legs that are at least a little smaller than his but then you accidentally kick something and sends out a loud sound. He whips his head around while you internally wince and try to give him a smile. He just stares at you so you begin to try to explain yourself and why you’re borderline stalking him through the streets.

- He can’t help but find it cute seeing you ramble and the whole situation is kind of amusing to him so once you’ve finished talking he nods his head at you to follow him. You do most of the talking so much so that you think he’s probably not even listening but when you stop for a while he’ll look over at you and you’ll know that he’s paying attention.

- It’s when you mention hockey that he really perks up so you just keep on that subject for a while. You don’t get any verbal responses but he seems to like the topic and you keep that in mind for the next time you see him.

- He walks you all the way home before he disappears from sight into some random alley by your house. It’s weirdly endearing.

- You don’t see him for a while so you’re pleasantly surprised when he shows up at hockey practice. You make the effort to approach him and try to start up a conversation but you have just about the same amount of luck as your first meeting. You wonder if he just doesn’t like you but it’s soon made obvious that that isn’t the case.

- For example: he’ll always practice near you or take the seat next to yours even if there’s more than one seat left open around you. He takes to walking you home and lingering nearby whenever you do something. He just…never really talks? And it bothers the hell out of you because he’ll talk with the other ducks perfectly fine but when it comes to you he’s a mute.

- Connie figures it out before you. While you’re out on the ice together she brings it up when she sees him watching you from the stands. You kind of scoff at the idea of him having a crush on you but then again…it would make sense wouldn’t it. Why else would he be so attached to you yet too shy to talk? So you test the theory.

- Towards the end of practice you finish up what you’re doing and go to the bench where you sit next to him. Slowly you inch your hand closer to his until you carefully slide it underneath his and interlock your fingers. You don’t look at him but from the corner of your eye you can see him look at you. He doesn’t say anything but you feel him grip back and the two of you silently hold hands for the rest of practice.

- After practice was over you left for the locker room and changed before you came out to find Fulton waiting to walk you home. He said just as much as he usually did but after half a block of walking he reached over and held your hand.

- The same thing happened for the next week; holding hands while you walked home and whenever you were on the bench together. It was sort of like your own little secret that no one else but you knew about, your first secret romance.

- Finally one day when you got to your house he paused and cleared his throat nervously before asking if you’d like to hang out. Well actually he said~ “Well I was just wondering if um, you’d like to hang out sometime, anytime, ya know…with me, alone....”

- That was probably the most he’s ever said to you in one sitting; you were impressed. You smiled and agreed and the next day the two of you went to a pizza shop together before practice. He was adorably shy with you at first but he warmed up. He finally talked to you and you fell for him even more than you already had.

- Connie wanted all the details once you got to the skating rink and you indulged her while the two of you giggled. At the end of practice Fulton asked if you would want to go out again, you agreed; he asked if you wanted to be his girlfriend, you laughed and once again agreed. You’ve never seen him smile so big.

- Your first kiss is a week after you start dating. The two of you were practicing in his usual spot and you had just narrowly dodged one of his shots. He’d quickly went over to check on you but once he’d finished giving you a once over he kept his hands on your face and leaned in to kiss you.

- He has very kissable lips and you take advantage.

- He lifts you into the air a lot, you have to be ready to wrap your legs around his waist so that you don’t fall. He thinks it’s funny/cute when you shriek at and lightly hit him for it.

- Making each other mixtapes.

- Sharing headphones.

- My god if you ever wore a band shirt around him he’d lose his mind.

- Holding hands while you roller skate.

- Having your own handshake.

- Yanking his bandana off just to mess with him a little. He bashfully forgives you once you compliment his hair.

- Playing with and fixing his hair. It depends on the day as to whether you mess it up or make it better.

- Fulton is a gentle giant for the most part but he’s very protective of the ducks which includes you. You remember that scene with Tammy getting thrown down? That’s him with you whenever someone does anything to you in the rink.

- No one even thinks about messing with you anymore. They’re too afraid.

- Practicing together, you keep watch for any passing cars or people whenever he takes a shot.

- Ice cream dates.

- Helping with the ducks revenge plans.

- Making sure he doesn’t get into too much trouble cough cough the zamboni incident cough cough.

- Bribing him with kisses when you really want him to do something.

- He keeps his arm around your shoulder a lot; you’re the perfect height for an arm rest.

- Lets be honest, he can be pretty jealous when he wants to be and he’s not afraid to get in someone’s face.

- When Portman first came to the group part of Fultons initial disdain for him was because he called you babe. They later hashed it out but before they became friends Fulton would glare and drag you away from him whenever he got close.

- Dean and you get close once they do become friends. You probably don’t really like him at first but he grows on you.

- Honestly I feel like Dean rubbed off on him a little in a subtle way. Like he rarely called you pet names and then all of a sudden he started to call you babe; not that you mind.

- Getting a lot of compliments and flirty pick up lines. He likes to say that he’s making up for when you first met.

- Piggyback rides.

- Tight hugs, especially after big wins and other victories.

- Resting against each other when you’re tired especially towards the end of practice or after a big game.

- Checking on each other whenever you take a tumble or get thrown down.

- Sometimes you just lay out on the ice together and pretend to be corpses. It’s very therapeutic

- You and Connie get together and talk about your boys. Both Fulton and Guy are slightly scared of what goes on during your hangouts.

- Just get used to having your dates crashed by the gang because it’s going to happen a lot.

- Portman is often the third wheel to a lot of your hang outs.

- You always stick up for him when someone tries to start rumors.

- Nose and forehead kisses.

- Using him for his body warmth when the weather gets really cold. You just crawl into his jacket and bury your face in his chest.

- Stealing his jackets and old shirts.

- If you’re clingy then just know that you’re his ideal girlfriend. He loves all the affection. Someone give this boy a hug.

- Even so he isn’t very big on Pda; it’s uncomfortable for him. He much prefers to be affectionate in private although he doesn’t mind the tame stuff in public like hand holding or hugging.

- Helping each other study.

- Comparing hand sizes, it usually ends with him lacing your fingers together.

- His face immediately brightens when he sees you.

- Pulling him into a kiss by his scarf.

- You’re used to working through your issues as teammates so you rarely fight with each other. Even when you do you never hold a grudge and you’re able to work things out pretty easily.

- Spending your summers together.

- Always looking out for each other especially during games.

- Fultons a ride or die. He’s always there for you and will always be there for you, no matter what.

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peppersonironi · 4 years

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Batfam Whumptober Day Two

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No. 2: “Pick Who Dies” | Collars | Kidnapped

Summary: Cassandra is kidnapped as a Wayne for the first time. Knowing Bruce would want her to stay out and wait for help, she doesn't fight back. However, this reminds her of when she couldn't fight, and Cass finds herself hating the helplessness. As she is being manhandled and used for ransom, she fears being unable to fight back.

A/N: So I wanted to write something for Cass, ‘cause there’s really not enough hurt/comfort out there for her. Lot’s of people portray her as perfect, and I get it, she’s Cassandra Cain, and absolutely awesome, but I think it takes away from her character to assume she’s confident 24/7. Not sure if I did her credit here, but the intent is still there.

Where did the humor come from? You’ll never know.

TW: Referenced child abuse (Cass briefly remembers Cain. Nothing graphic)

Cass smiled at the stray cat walking by the café where she was currently enjoying coffee with Dick and Steph. It was small and a bit scrappy, but still had a beautiful blue-gray coat. She briefly considered hunting it down and bringing it back for Damian, knowing not even Bruce could say no to her. But she decided against it, wanting to stay and enjoy her afternoon. They were almost done, anyway.

“And then Jason announced he was gonna run away to vegas and become a stripper!”

Cassandra turned back to where Dick had just finished a rousing tail of the dangers of a high Jason todd. Stephanie snorted out her tea, and even Cass gave a little smile.

“You give him pointers?” She asked. It was an inside joke with the family to call Dick a stripper. It was made worse when it was revealed he could pole dance.

Dick’s eyes went wide, and Stephanie’s roaring laughter renewed. “I thought you were the good one!” He whisper-yelled, clearly shocked.

Cass smiled coyly at her older brother. “I am.”

Stephanie finally settled down enough to chokingly announce: “Not that Bruce knows!”

Dick frowned good naturedly. “Y’know,” he began, “there was a time when I was the favorite child.”

Cass nodded. “Then Jason came. Thank you both for saving my spot.”

Dick squawked, Steph cackled, Cassandra smirked into her coffee, and they went back to enjoying their day out.

*****

It was twenty minutes later when Cass saw them. Three men in civilian clothes who had been following them from the coffee shop that they had left from a few minutes ago. Neither Dick nor Steph had noticed them, as they hadn’t interacted with each other. But Cass could tell.

“Wanna go to the movies next?” Steph asked, pointed to a theatre less than a block away.

Cass glanced back at the men, then towards the theatre. “Yes,” she said, “But hurry.”

Stephanie and Dick frowned at her before following Cass’s gaze.

“Oh crap,” her brother said before casually turning around. He grabbed Cass and Steph’s hands and began to lead them towards the theatre.

They had almost reached the doors when a large black van pulled up. The three men jumped forward and each grabbed their own Wayne. Stephanie managed to smack hers away with her purse - Cass was 87% sure she kept a brick in it at all times - and Dick elbowed his in the gut.

But there wasn’t much more they could do. Every Gotham vigilante knew better than to show off their fighting skills in public - sure some minor self defence skills were passable - and so the trio was at a loss.

Cass ducked under the arm of her attacker, but was caught off guard by Stephanie’s sudden shriek. She glanced over to find the man twisting her arm back.

Cass’s own attacker took this as an opportunity to grab her around her waist. Cass could only watch helplessly as she was pulled into the van.

“Leave them, we have a girl!” the driver called, seeing Stephanie bite her attacker.

Dick was thrown to the ground, and Stephanie shoved into a store window right before a black hood was thrown over her head, and everything went black.

*****

Cass was very still on the chair she had been tied to; the hood still over her head. She had been brought in after about ten minutes of driving, before being dragged into some warehouse by the docks.

The hood wasn’t completely dark, allowing her to spot multiple exit strategies, and take in her surroundings. She could have escaped twenty-four different times at this point. Twice that if she took action in the next thirty seconds.

But she didn’t.

Cass knew what Bruce would want, she had sat through The (what to do if you’re kidnapped) Talk, of course. Cassandra knew what the protocol was.

Stay in place.

Be a good hostage.

Don’t fight back.

Wait for someone to come get you.

Normally, Cass would be perfectly fine with following protocol - she wasn’t Jason who did the exact opposite just to piss Bruce off. But this time … it was different. This time she was anxious.

“We have the brat,” some thug called, “send the ransom demand.”

Cass bit her lip and strained her ears to pick up some snippets of conversation, but failed. There was a point, twenty minutes later, where she could have sworn she heard Bruce’s voice, but she was unable to pick out specific words.

And so she stewed, ignoring the bunching of her muscles, the intense urge to fight back and escape, to not be weak.

Suddenly, the hood was ripped off of her head. Cass blinked at the sudden brightness, her eyes taking a moment to focus on the pair of thugs before her.

“Head up, pretty thing,” one said, pulling a phone out of his pocket, “Your daddy wants proof of life.”

Cass raised her head - ‘be a good hostage’ ringing in her ears - and looked past the first man. His partner held the black hood, and had a distinct air of pity about him. Subtle, his fellow criminal not noticing.

But, oh.

That was it wasn’t it?

The pity.

Cassandra was thrown back, back to when that telepath had rerouted her brain. When she could speak. But no longer fight. She remembered the pity in Barbara’s eyes. Sure, the woman was excited that Cass could start to communicate, but the former batgirl had understood more than anyone the pain of being unable to protect. Bruce had been the same, hadn’t let her out.

She had felt so helpless then; so fundamentally wrong that it had hurt worse then Cain.

When she was with her father, she had known the expectations. There was never pity with David, only pain.

A flash showed in her eyes from the phone, and Cass winced. The hood was shoved back over her head, and the world was once again dark.

She’d lost her chance.

She hadn’t fought.

Cain would’ve berated her.

Perhaps Bruce would be proud.

Cass took this as comfort, trying to put the nervous tension in her bones out of her mind. This ‘following the rules’ became harder by the minute. In ten minutes, she was fighting down panic. Why was this so hard? Tim got kidnapped at least twice a month, Damian even more. Why couldn’t she handle this?

Cass took a shaky breath, licking her lips. She could do this. She would be strong. Not fighting was strong. She … she could do this.

Then she felt a body moving near her, and instantly tensed. Dozens of different tactics swirled through her mind. Stand up, break the chair and use the arms as escrima sticks. Dislocate her thumbs, slowly pull out of the restraints, and when someone comes close, aim for the nerve cluster in the right shoulder, sweep the leg.

A part of her was always scared of what she could do, but now more than ever. Did she really have enough self-control to stop an attack?

She didn’t have a chance to answer herself, as sudden sounds flurried around the room. Sounds of fighting: punches making contact, grunts, screams, bodies hitting the floor.

“Cassandra Cain?” A gloved hand rested on Cass’s shoulder, but she didn’t lash out. She smiled.

The hood was gently lifted off of her head, and Cass looked into the masked face of her brother, Dick.

“Hi.” she said, eyes wide.

“Hey there, Miss. Let’s get you out of here, ‘kay?”

Cassandra looked past him to where Spoiler was dealing with the last of the thugs. She gave a relieved smile. “Okay, Nightwing.”

Five minutes later Cass found herself wrapped in a shock blanket and sitting on the back of an ambulance. An officer had tried to get a statement out of her, but was quickly brushed off by the Commissioner. He was good friends with the Waynes, and consequently the only person Cass felt comfortable around at the moment. That was, until she heard a pair of familiar voices calling out from the crowd.

“Cass!” Stephanie shoved herself in front of Dick to wrap Cassandra in a tight hug. “Are you okay? We were so worried!”

“I’m fine,” she answered, giving a small smile. “Thank you.”

Steph did a conspiratorial wink before Dick stepped forward and wrapped her in a hug. “Hey sis,” he whispered in her ear, “you scared us.”

Cass shrugged. “Sorry.”

Dick shook his head. “Not your fault. You did the best you could. How about we head home and watch a movie? I’m proud of you.”

And that? That made this all worth it.

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youarewurthit · 4 years

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Bodycon Dresses and Ice Cream

Genre: Smut with a pinch of fluff. Established relationship au! DRABBLE ✨

Summary: You had different intentions today wearing the bodycon dress to a date in the park with your boyfriend, which resulted in you helping the public eye from witnessing his boner.

(Not that great w summaries and title lol ) *working on it*

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

Warning: unprotected sex (stay safe ppl!), grinding, jiggling butts, car sex, riding, Namjoon being horny …uhh idk what else

Word count: 1272

A/n: okay looool I havent written fanfics in a looooong while and idk if this Drabble is even that great but I was itching to write and post something that had been in my drafts and here it is voila! But if it’s good then all that reading I did paid off eh? Haha okay enjoy!

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You were wearing clothes that were either body fitting or slightly more revealing than usual lately. You were confident that you were increasing your boyfriend’s sexual frustrations further every single passing day.

He adored you of course even without you wearing sexy clothing, but seeing this rare side of you is pushing it for him every time you go out.

You were wearing a bodycon dress that hugs all your curves perfectly with your basic Nike Air Force ones. Simple but every time you moved your hips or pressed your body against Namjoon. It did something to him.

“Baby if you don’t stop, I swear,” Namjoon gripped your hips, pulling your frame close to his.

“It’s the dress I’m guessing?” You giggled looking up at him smiling. He admired your cheeky smile, before swooping down for a kiss.

You pulled away hearing some of the food vendors selling ice cream. “Come on Joon, I want some ice cream!”

You got a vanilla and chocolate soft serve cone and Namjoon just a plain lime popsicle which you made fun of. You were enjoying your ice cream, licking up and down, heck, even biting down on it (yes, you are thAt kind of person), Namjoon had been watching you, getting frustrated with the feeling of his cock hardening gradually in his pants. You forgot your true intentions of teasing your boyfriend, pointing at the lake towards a duck that you found cute. Namjoon looked and saw the duck you were pointing at but he shrugged pretending not to see it.

You pulled out your phone, not wanting to forget the cute duck and motioned for Namjoon to come, so that he could look closer. Namjoon’s jaw dropped at how your butt was jiggling as you jogged to get a good picture of the duck before it swims away. By now, your intentions of teasing him were long forgotten, too busy snapping pics of the duck who caught your full attention. That is until you felt Namjoon snake his arms around your figure, laying his chin at the crook of your neck.

“Joon, look!” You practically pushed your ass towards him, almost flailing over the rails but Namjoon’s arms beat you to it by pulling you in towards him, you could feel a slight bulge in between your ass, making you gasp.

The cute duck? We don’t know her/him. (Y/n) froze in place. “Joon-ah…” she started unsure how they’ll fix his boner, since they’re out in public. He grunted in your ear,”You got me hard baby, and we’re out in public.”

You turned your head to look at your surroundings better and you felt yourself let out a breath of relief after seeing no one that close in proximity. Still, you stayed put, your arms patting his head because you really don’t know what else to do in a situation like this. He chuckled at your actions and his breath caused a shiver down your spine. From behind you two, a stranger passing by would probably just see a couple holding each other lovingly, admiring the calm lake, but from the side…oh boy…

You started to turn so that you could face him but his hold on you tighten. “I don’t think you should face me, babe,” Namjoon muttered, pushing his cock to grind on your clothed ass. You yelped a not-so hot yelp but it died down quick. You felt warmer than ever, heck, you feel yourself getting turned on.

“Joon, we got to move, we can’t stay here all day, babe” you whined, feeling yourself get wetter and wetter as he grinded lightly against your behind. You softly moaned out at the feeling of his cock grinding on you.

He pulled away and looked at you up and down, blatantly checking you out. You blushed and wrapped your arms around him trying to help him hide his boner from the world to see, after all it was your dress that got him worked up.

Luckily, you and Namjoon, weren’t that far away from your car. Stealing glances right and left to prevent anyone from noticing Namjoon’s boner, as you tried to cover him from the side. You rushed in your Range Rover, which was thankfully tinted from the outside but you could still see from the inside. Namjoon groaned when you reach to the drivers seat from the back to start the engine and lock the doors. You jumped at the sudden spank on your ass and how Namjoon grabbed your hips to sit on his lap after your done.

His hands went to cup your breasts, kneading them from the outside. You turned your head to connect your lips, slowly his hands travelled down to your pussy, you bunched up your dress so that you could feel Namjoon’s hands right where you needed them better.

His mouth traveled down your neck as he pushed his fingers through your panties, taking his time to rub your little bundle of nerves. You moaned out at the pleasure you felt as he pinched your clit her and there. His long fingers slowly poking at your entrance. He was being a tease but you loved it.

“I need you in me, Joon” you breathed out, turning around so you’re on your knees with him between you. He unbuckled his belt and lifted his hips to free his cock and you salivated at how hard and red he is, a little bit of pre-cum oozing out of his tip. “Another time babygirl,” He chuckled at the desire in your eyes, grabbing your hips as you sink yourself down in his cock.

“Ahh…” you let out lewdly as you felt him stretch your walls. The delicious stretch that never seems to go away no matter how many times you fuck this gorgeous man of yours. Namjoon breathed out a moan which had you clenching a bit. “Move baby,” he whispered lowly in your ear, which had you moving in no time.

You moved your hips slowly up and down getting the tempo right, but you were taking your sweet time which had Namjoon bucking up his hips into you, hitting a spot which had you shuddering a bit. Even though he was under you, he had full control of your body and you were feeling the pressure slowly build up at the way his hips managed to hit you g-spot at this angle.

Namjoon was having trouble keeping himself from cumming too fast, you felt so good wrapped around his dick and the way you were still dressed turns him on more. You managed to open your eyes and look at him, one hand on his shoulder and the other on the seat because you didn’t want to bruise Namjoon with your death like grip. “Come on baby, come with me,” he urged you on, his thumb rubbing your clit. The pressure building in your stomach gave out, and your body shuddered as you groaned out how good you feel when he fucked you like that. Your walls clenching made him spill his load into you, your eyes drank him in, the way his fucked out state managed to get you worked up so easily.

He opened his eyes and fixed the strap on your dress, the other hand holding your cheek adoringly.

“Let’s go home and continue okay?” He smiled at your darkened eyes and hair that screamed ‘I got dicked down good’, you crash your lips onto his, which earned you a muffled groan at how your walls clenched around his cock once more, clearly you needed more.

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