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DIABOLIK LOVERS MORE BLOOD Vol.2: Mukami Kou [Track 1+2]

Original title: 目隠しされて & 無神コウ

Source: Diabolik Lovers More, Blood Vol. 2: Mukami Kou [CD not owned by me]

Audio: Here (00:00~14:03)

Seiyuu: Kimura Ryouhei

Translator’s note: Continuing my marathon of MB CDs, everyone’s favorite idol Kou-kun is up next! I’m not a huge Kou fan myself, but he’s the main bias of my best friend so I’m always reminded of her when I translate his CDs. :p I used to find his voice quite annoying in the past, but in this CD, it didn’t bother me too much.

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Track 1: Blindfolded

“...Hey!”

*Creaaak*

“Hey, you...!”

*Creaaak*

“Are you listening?”

*Rustle rustle*

“Say, say...~”

*Rustle rustle*

[00:15] “...Ah! Seems like you finally woke up! Ahー Thank god! You just kept on snoozing forever, for a second I thought you’d never wake up again!”

You look around, seeming confused.

“Eh? You want to know where you are...? Eeh...~ How cruel! You don’t recall? ーー Everything that happened before getting here, I mean.”

You flinch.

“Ahaha~ Seems like you remembered, huh? Exactly. I kidnapped you here~”

You ask him why.

[00:52] “...’Why’? You’ve been asking an awful lot of questions this whole time, haven’t you? Oh well, I guess it can’t be helped. After all, you’re currently stuck in pitch-black darkness. I guess it makes sense to grow anxious or scared...Fufufu~ But rest assured.”

*Rustle*

“I’ll explain the whole situation step by step, okay? First and foremost, you’re currently blindfolded, lying on top of my - Mukami Kou-kun’sーー

*Rustle*

ーー bed, you see~”

*Rustle rustle*

[01:31] “As for why I kidnapped you. Hmー There’s a few, but one of them would be because you’re a special human. ...Fufu~ Do you know what that means? It basically implies that you’re in a different league from just any other regular human out there. You might not be aware of it yourself, but to our species, your existence stands out as extraordinary.”

*Rustle*

“Actually, you know that already, don’t you? You’re being kept as a pet over at the Sakamaki manor after all.”

You protest.

“...Eh? You’re not being ‘kept’? Ah, sorry, sorry! I didn’t quite put it right, did I? I take back my words. More accurately, you’re their...prey, aren’t you?”

He pins you down.

*Thud*

[02:23] “Fufu...Ahahaha~ No need to look so dissatisfied. It’s the truth, isn’t it? Besides, that’s the second reason which made me interested in you so I dare argue it’s a good thing?”

*Creaaak*

“Hm? You want to know who I am? Didn’t I name myself earlier? You’ve got such bad memory.”

You shake your head.

[02:51] “Ah...That’s not what you meant? Ahー Gotcha. Hm...Can I spill the beans already? But I feel like Ruki-kun will give me an earful if I do and he’s a pain to deal with when he’s upset. ...Let’s see...~ Fufu...~ I’ll tell you when I feel like it, okay?”

*Creaaak*

“Anyway, I gave you an answer to your questions so happy now? More importantly, I want to know about you first. All sorts of things...~”

*Rustle*

[03:32] “We actually managed to get a hold of their weakness, so just like Ruki-kun is always saying, I should get an idea of what I’m dealing with. So to start off, I better do a little investigating to find out what exactly makes you so special...~”

*Rustle rustle*

“Fufu~ You’re shaking...My touch is still foreign to you, isn’t it? No need to be so scared though. I’m a nice guy after all.”

He pulls you close.

[04:04] “Here, I’ll stroke your head for you. ...Good girl, good girl...So stop trembling, okay?”

*Rustle*

“Hm...You’re more alert than I thought. Fufu~ You’re letting them have their way with you despite that?”

You protest again.

[04:28] “How odd...Or perhaps you’re simply feigning this cautious attitude? In that case, you’re one hell of a naughty kitten~ They say that a skillful hunter gets a kick out of going after highly alert prey and honestly, I think I may understand where they’re coming from. It’s boring when something is too easy to get. ーー I can already get my hands on pretty much everything I want through my job after all.”

*Rustle*

“...Ah! But I don’t really like how I’m implying those guys are skilled by saying that. What do you think? As the one they’re hunting for, how do you feel about them?”

You remain quiet.

[05:17] “Heeey~ Aren’t you going to answer? Giving me the silent treatment is a little mean, don’t you think? Hmー I guess it’s a little difficult of a question to start off with. In that case, let me ask you an easy one. Ah, right! How about this? ーー Does it really feel good to have them suck your blood? You know, does it make you feel like you’ve ascended to another world? Like your body is just floating mid-air~”

*Rustle*

“...No answer once again? You really are dull, geez. What will get you to talk? Should I ask you about your favorite spots? Or perhaps you really don’t care about those guys at all?”

*Rustle*

[06:12] “Ahー I’m kind of fed up with this already. I’m out here trying my best to be nice and all I get in return is the cold shoulder. What are you playing at?”

You explain.

“...You can’t say those things to someone you’ve only just met? Heh~ I see...That makes sense now that you mention it. In that case, I suppose I have to introduce myself first.”

Track 2: Mukami Kou

He removes the blindfold.

*Rustle*

“Here. Take a cloooose look at my face. I removed your blindfold as well. See? I’m this close to you. Our lips could almost touch.”

You look straight at him.

[00:19] “...Fufu~ Can you see me? I guess I should say ‘nice to meet you’? I’m sorry for suddenly abducting you like that earlier~ However, it would have been difficult to take you away otherwise. I guess you could say it was the optimal timing? It really was my one chance.

...Say, are you the type who doesn’t watch television very often? Well, I guess you don’t strike me as a girl who would.”

You tilt your head to the side.

“Ah, no, I’m just talking to myself. I just figured that you’d probably recognize me if you watched TV every now and then. Not that it matters though.”

*Rustle*

[00:57] “But really, things went surprisingly well if I may say so myself. I’m sure those guys are frantically looking around for you right about now. After all, their precious little treat was snatched away from right underneath their nose, haha~! Fufu...Ahahaha! Just remembering those foolish expressions on their faces makes me laugh.”

*Rustle rustle*

“And I’m going to dig into their precious meal soon...Haah...Somehow just being this close to you makes my breath hitch.”

*Rustle*

“Is this what you’re capable of? Say, how come you’re this delicious?”

*Sniff sniff*

“...You smell amazing. What kind of scent is this? Hm...~”

Kou takes a deep breath.

[01:55] “I can’t get enough of it...I wonder where it’s coming from?”

*Sniff sniff*

“Not here...”

*Rustle*

“Then here maybe?”

*Sniff*

“I can’t quite tell through your clothes...”

*Rustle rustle*

“Why not take them off? It’s not like you need them, do you? ...Come on, hurry. The scent on the fabric is throwing me off.”

*Rustle*

“Come on, go ahead!”

You hesitate.

[02:29] “...Hurry up, will you? You might not guess it, but I’m not the most patient guy around. If you refuse to take them off yourself...You’re not going to have a good time.”

You refuse.

“...Tsk. Ahー What a fucking drag! Do you think I’m a joke or something? Do you have any idea what’ll happen if you oppose me like that?”

*Creaaak*

“Ugh...”

*Thud*

“I’ve gotten a little irritated you see. And once that happens, everything starts to annoy me. So that look you’re giving me...Ahaha...It pisses me off.”

*Rustle*

[03:12] “...I’m going to gauge out those eyes of yours, for real. I happen to kind of like that sorta stuff.”

You start taking off your clothes.

“...Huh? You’re gonna strip? Ahー So you’ve chosen to obey? How boring. I just had so many good ideas of things to do to you.”

*Rustle rustle*

“Anyway, if you’re just gonna bend to someone’s will in the end anyway, wouldn’t it be better to simply listen from the very start? Or did you want me to snap at you?”

You shake your head.

“Ah, I see! Right! You’re that kind of girl, aren’t you? You wanted me to lose my temper...so I’d treat you horribly, right? Fufu~ What an M-neko-chan you are~”

You seem confused by the nickname.

[04:03] “Hm? You want to know what ‘M-neko’ means? Isn’t that obvious? You’re more stupid than I thought. The ‘M’ is the same one as in ‘Do-M’, duh! Masochists, you know? You’re the type of girl who gets a kick out of the pain, aren’t you?”

*Creaaak*

“With that kind of personality, I can understand why you’d enjoy spending time with those guys. We’re capable of pleasing you in ways a regular human never could after all. Fufu...~ Is it true the pain is addictive?”

You try and explain.

[04:45] “When you put it like that, I almost want to turn into a human girl for one day and have a bunch of Vampires feast upon my blood~ Well, of course, I much prefer being the one doing the sucking. ...Aah, I was told this as well. Apparently having your blood sucked feels like strong currents of electricity running through your entire body, is that true? How nice~ I’m envious~”

You frown.

“That being said, I’d rather not get bitten myself. I’d love to get a taste of that pleasure, but I’d rather die than let some other Vampire pierce me with his fangs. Heh~ ...Ah, oh no, I’ve been rambling...”

*Rustle*

[05:39] “Come on, take those clothes off. I’ll figure out where this delicious scent is coming from first. You’re hiding it underneath that dull (1) outfit of yours, aren’t you? ーー Your precious secret~”

You start to take off the rest of your clothes.

“Fufu...Exactly~ You’ve got to show me your meek side like that, or else I might just poke your eyes out~”

You tell him you’re done.

[06:08] “...Eh? You took them off? Now don’t be ridiculous. When I say ‘strip’, I obviously meant everything, right? You move your jacket to the side a little and call that ‘taking off your clothes’? Heeh...You really must be making fun of me, aren’t you? ...Listen, I hate being ridiculed more than anything...There are many girls in this world who would kill to be in this kind of situation with me, you know? Yet here you are, living that dream...”

*Rustle*

“Ah, right! You’re just pretending to be embarrassed but you’re actually happy, aren’t you?”

*Rustle*

“Oh! Or perhaps...You want me to rip you apart? I would never resort to such violent actions though. I mean, there’s nothing fun about tearing apart someone who won’t even scream from the pain, is there? Fufu...~”

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

Translation notes

(1) More specifically, he describes her clothes as lacking even the faintest hint of sexiness.

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svtkillua · 3 years

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milk and tea > 6 (final)

rating: [pg-13 / angst] genre: soulmate au pairing: todoroki shouto x reader warnings: cursing, heartbreak, angst! word count: 3k

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Waiting was something you used to think you were good at. You used to believe that you were fantastic at ignoring the clock and letting the hours tick by, thought that if you could handle the months of longing for Todoroki, there was nothing you couldn’t be patient for. You’d been wrong, however, completely incorrect that you were anything even remotely close to stoical. Because sitting there on the couch of your apartment, staring at the front door waiting for Todoroki to come back from his last tattoo removal appointment, you’d never felt more impatient in your entire life. Every creek of a floorboard or honk of a horn outside sent your heart racing, your skin crawling with nerves every time you glanced at your phone and another minute had passed.

You hadn’t seen him all week, not since the night after you’d been at his and Momo’s home, when you’d gone with him to his parent’s place. You could still picture the look on his face in the car ride over, could still feel the way he gripped your hand tighter than he ever had before, to the point where you could feel his pulse pounding beneath his flesh. He’d confronted them as soon as the pair of you were inside, ignoring the disapproving looks you got for being so physical, facing his demons head on even though it broke his heart completely in half.

They had denied it at first, insisted that they would never do such a thing as cover his mark, even going as far as accusing you of making things up, saying you had been putting lies into his head so he’d leave his soulmate for you. The remark stung, but nothing had hurt as much as watching Todoroki crumble apart when they finally fessed up, the look on his face one that would haunt you for the rest of your life. It was almost like a tiny part of him had been hoping he really was wrong, that maybe this was all some other weird freak soulmate mix up and that his parents hadn’t actually sabotaged the happiness he was supposed to have in life.

He’d yelled, screamed, cried until his lungs were burned to ash and his face turned beat red, a vase broken on the floor when he swore that he’d never forgive them for doing this to him. You’d never seen him so upset, never witnessed someone more broken than you had that night, curled up on your bed with his head on your chest as he sobbed until all the water was gone from his body. He’d been there when you both woke up, still curled up in bed, his fingers tangled into your own as he pressed aimless kisses along your cheek and collarbone, like he was trying to calm himself down, quiet sniffles carried over from the night before.

That was when he told you he needed a few days to process things, and as much as it broke your heart to think about being away from him anymore, you understood why he needed some space.

Everything about his life had come unraveled so quickly, things he’d wanted but never dreamed of being given to him were delivered in the worst manner possible. Things he thought were true and unbreakable were proven to be lies that easily shattered, everything he knew now brand new, like a map he had no idea how to navigate. He found out the girl he never quite loved right wasn’t made for him, discovered that his parents arranged a marriage for him and covered up a part of himself that was supposed to lead him to true happiness. He got to kiss and hold you, but also had to let you go, only to find out maybe he was supposed to be with you all along. But until the mark was gone from his hand he wouldn’t know for sure what fate had been hidden from him his entire life.

He kept insisting it wouldn’t matter if it matched yours or not, promising that his heart belonged to you no matter what. It didn’t ease the worry in your heart, however.

Because the universe had been awful to you before, had dangled hope in front of your face only for it to be ripped away and replaced with that hollow feeling you’d grown familiar with. You loathed it, you never wanted to feel it again, not after starting to get to memorize the way it felt to finally be full, to have Todoroki there next to you keeping your heart from wandering too far from his own. You had gotten close enough to hold him now and you never wanted to let go, the mere idea of his mark matching someone else yet again was enough to have you anxiously digging your nails into your palms.

You didn’t think you could handle watching him fall in love with someone else, especially when this time you knew it would stick, that with whomever his soulmark matched would be who he stuck with for the rest of his life. Of course he loved you now, but if you didn’t match, that love would fade and be given to them, whoever it was, that was lucky enough to have the same beautiful tattoo as Todoroki.

And damn it did you want it to be you.

That gold mark on your palm didn’t seem as bad when you pictured it living on Todoroki’s skin, the pigment reminding you of the warmth that seemed to pump out of his chest naturally. You could see the beauty in it when you imagined it being the same as his, didn’t want to vomit just looking at it when it was attached to the way you felt when you were around him. It didn’t seem as daunting when you reminded yourself that maybe it would allow you to be with the one person you’d ever loved like this, the one person who ever seemed to love you back.

You’d talked to Todoroki every night over the past week, listened to his voice as he rambled in your eardrum about how much he missed you, his light laughter now and then little indicators that he was slowly but surely starting to accept how things were. The thought brought you comfort, even if you were desperate to be able to see him, that he was going to be okay one way or the other. He hadn’t mentioned until yesterday that he had a few appointments with a specialist to get his dark blue tattoo removed over the past week, letting you know that this morning would be the final one.

He promised he hadn’t seen it yet, that the doctor insisted he keep it covered until it was finished healing properly. He wanted to look, you could tell from how whiny he sounded when you made him swear to tell you if it didn’t match right away, able to detect that he was just as impatient as you were.

“I’ll come over right after the appointment.” He’d promised, his voice full of vague excitement you wanted to feel yourself, eager to see him but scared of what you would both do depending on the outcome. “No matter what, it’s gonna be okay.”

You wanted to believe him.

The jiggle of the doorknob made your spine lock up, knees aching when you forced them to unbend, standing just as the sound of keys stopped, the wood pushing open. You sucked in a breathe when you saw him, his head down as he tried to shove his spare key into the front pocket of his jeans, his hair draped in front of his eyes, his jean jacket draped across his broad shoulders. It made your throat tighten, eyes trailing to his hand, which was wrapped in a bandage spanning from his fingertips to his wrist, only his thumb poking out, curiosity spiking when he finally lifted his head and looked at you.

“Todoroki.” You nearly melted seeing the way his lips lifted slightly once you saw each other, his free hand raising to rake through his hair, shutting the door with his foot. You were moving before you could stop yourself, body barreling closer to his, eyes squeezing shut as your chest molded into his strong embrace, his arm not hesitating to wrap around your waist like a boa constrictor. He felt familiar, warm, like your home you never wanted to leave, like your lighthouse in the middle of a stormy night. He felt like everything, like the sun and the moon and every star in the universe, like the one thing that you had ever wanted to memorize every detail of so you could replay its beauty forever inside your head.

“I missed you so much.” His muttered words made your grip on him tighten, the heavy exhale he puffed out making the hair on top of your head ruffle, his fingertips pressing into your hip. He leaned back enough to ghost his lips against your forehead when you looked up at him, lungs shrinking when his eyes bored into your own. His teeth dug into his bottom lip as he paused, his bandaged hand resting against your lower back as the both of you stayed pressed together, like you were the other’s anchor keeping them from drifting. “I swear I couldn’t sleep all night because I knew I’d get to see you in a few hours.”

The smile that fought its way onto the curve of your mouth made his features relax only slightly, the muscles in his neck tense when you lifted a hand up enough to let your fingers brush along the back of it, assuming it was because he was as anxious as you were. How couldn’t he be, with everything happening in such a short amount of time?

“How was your appointment?”

“Good.”

“Did you see it yet?” Your voice lifted just slightly, lips pressing into a thin line to try and hide the nerves that were filling you up to your brim.

“No.” His head shook before he even answered, taking a step back to lift his hand up between the two of you, the bandages seeming paper thin the longer you stared at them. They were the only thing left standing between the both of you and the future of your relationship, the one barrier stopping you from finally being together, but also the one wall defending you both from getting let down once again. “I wanted us to see it together.”

Your head bobbed as you swallowed, stomach full of nerves that felt like stinging wasps, lips pursing as you exhaled all the air from your body in an attempt to calm down. It was useless, really, because your brain was going a mile a minute working out the possibilities, heart near ripping at the seams the second you let a finger brush against the start of the bandage resting right in the middle of his palm. Your pulse felt too strong, your eyes burning with the worry that was bubbling up your esophagus, lashes fluttering closed as your teeth dug into your bottom lip to stop it from trembling.

“Hey.” His whisper made your eyes open, hand raising and cupping your cheek, keeping your head angled towards him. The way he stared at you made it feel like the world had slowed down, gaze dancing across his features to take in every single inch. Even with the way the edges of your vision were blurred from unshed emotions you could see how breathtaking he was. “I love you, no matter what. Remember? We’re going to be okay, regardless of what’s under this bandage. Okay?”

Your quiet sniffle was accompanied by a small nod as he leaned down enough to mold his forehead into your own, noses brushing as his lips ghosted against yours, not enough to be considered a kiss, more like you were just breathing him in. His proximity brought your nerves down slightly, his grip on you staying tight as you blindly started to unwind the cloth from around his palm, your gazes glued together as his bottom lip shook, his heartbeat palpable against your cheek from the contact of his palm there.

It felt like everything had been leading to this, like from that first moment in the park the both of you had been meant to end up here, in your apartment, with your fragile hearts on the line, that pigment on Todoroki’s palm the deciding factor on what would happen now. It was all so heavy, like the walls were closing in on you, like you were wrapped in a comforter but far too tightly, to the point where it was near suffocating. Every emotion imaginable was dancing through your veins, good and bad, happy and dreadful, hopeful and lost, every single way a human could feel but all bundled up into a jumbled mess that was crushing you.

The bandage slipped from your fingers as it finished unravelling, falling to a mess on the floor neither of you bothered reaching for. Todoroki’s fingers flexed when your own skimmed against his wrist, his vision boring into your own as he tried to look less anxious than he felt, adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed down his heart that had made a home in his throat. With a nod from you, he mimicked the action, the both of you pausing for a beat longer before you looked away from each other, like you were remembering what being close felt like incase it was the last time you’d get to be.

With a deep breathe you slowly dipped your head down, his palm coming into view, resting between your bodies while facing up towards the ceiling.

And there, going from the base of his hand straight up to the tip of his middle finger, was the most beautiful strip of gold you’d ever seen.

There on his hand was your soulmark, the one you thought matched no one, the one that made you upset and angry and bitter and so full of disdain for so long. The one that made you despise yourself at times, that made you question why you were the way you were, why no one was supposed to want you, why you had to be alone. That stupid gold line that you’d almost hated for so long now made your heart burst, a sob slipping from your lips as your hand raised and covered your mouth as you tried to muffle the sounds falling out of you, eyes blurring with an onslaught of tears because you’d found it.

You’d finally found your soulmate.

And it was Todoroki.

He pulled you back into his chest as he sniffled, arms enveloping you as his nose buried against the side of your neck, your eyes squeezing shut as you gripped him as tightly as you could, your bodies swaying as your back shook from the crying, his lips pressing into your collarbone over and over again. It was everything you’d ever wanted, for his mark to match yours, for your heart to have someone to hold onto, for you to be able to love someone with all of you. He was everything you could have ever dreamed of and you’d known your heart belonged to him from the day you met.

And finally, after so long, after so much pain and struggling and longing, he got to be yours too.

“I love you so much.” His hands raised to cup your cheeks, his lips melting into yours repeatedly, in languid, lazy kisses, ones with so little effort but so much emotion lingering behind them. Every one felt like a bandaid being placed over the wounds the world had inflicted on you both, slowly undoing the damage that the circumstances you’d been in had done to you, healing the pain in your bones until all you felt was each other. You never felt something as perfect as the way it felt to be his. “So damn much.”

“I love you too.” The words were muffled against his lips as he lingered closer to you, your fingers combing through his hair as his grip abandoned your face to instead grip the backs of your thighs, pulling your body closer, raising onto the tips of your toes with a gentle laugh against his mouth. His lips pulled into a smile against yours, your skin feeling hot as he abandoned the kiss to instead pepper them along your cheeks, nose and forehead, ending with one on each eyelid as they drifted shut. “I always have.”

“I knew it was you.” He whispered, his eyes swimming with the things he was finally allowed to feel, his head shaking as your lips made gentle contact with the curve on the corner of his mouth. “From that first day in the part, from the moment I saw you, I knew. I knew that I was made for you and no one else. It’s always been you, you’re it for me. You’re a part of me, and you always will be now. We don’t have to fight it anymore.”

You sniffled as your lashes fluttered, eyes opening so you could peek up at him as the light peered from the window and painted his cheek, his thumb brushing against your damp bottom lip as his grin spread. You’d never seen anything in your life more beautiful than the pure happiness oozing off his features, feeling content knowing that even if the world had tried to break him he still was greatful it ended him up there with you. That even though he felt like he’d lost it all, he’d gained something better, someone better for him, someone who loved him with every single cell in their body. Someone who would be with him until the end and would love him even longer after that.

And that someone, was you.

[previous chapter]

a/n: and there it is! the finale!! i hoped you all enjoyed this spur of the moment christmas/holiday gift from me to you <3 since this is being posted on christmas night, i hope you all enjoyed your day to the fullest and filled up on a bunch of delicious foods and got/shared all the gifts you wanted! -aikigai

#todoroki x reader #todoroki #shouto #todoroki shouto #shouto todoroki #todoroki smut #todoroki angst #todoroki fluff #bnha #mha #bnha x reader #mha x reader #milk and tea fic

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emily-the-fae · 3 years

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Sound of a Heartbeat

Part 3. Back to Business

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part4 - Part 5 - Part 6

Here I am, back with a new chapter. I have absolutely no betas, so this is what I get after editing the text myself.

Pairing: Dracula x OC

Warnings: absolutley none

What Shari did not expect, was to feel cold - in fact, there was now extremely unpleasant cold at her back and something burning warm and soft at her side, the juxtaposition making her shiver and move her shoulders. As soon as she did so, sharp pain shot through the left side of her neck, causing her to flinch and groan, straightening her shoulders carefully as not to evoke another shot of pain. Why-why-why does this have to sting so much all over again? Shari could hear some sounds around her - noises like obscured quiet dialogue, the voices were still undetectable, but she already had a hint of who they might belong to. Next there was a raspy sound of someone's - or something's - quick breathing right next to her ear. Light struck her eyes through closed eyelids, causing her to turn her head, wincing. There was a sound of footsteps coming closer. Some other noise, getting louder by second, until she finally heard...

- Shari! - as soon as she opened her eyes, she saw Sypha leaning above her, anxious face watching her reaction carefully, strands of red hair falling in front of her eyes.

Shari bolted upwards, nearly bumping into the speaker and instantly regretting it as sharp pain shot through her body, she bent forward, almost folding in half, then straightened up again, taking deep breaths. Alright, easy. This is what surviving feels like. She was going to live for now. Shari looked around: she was laying on the snowy forest floor next to a campfire, her body covered with a warm cape; the wood opening was lit in dim daylight, Sypha was crouching on the ground next to her, Adrian and Trevor staring at her from across the campfire; Rodo crawled closer, putting his muzzle onto her lap and wagging his short tail happily, his nose poking her belly.

She caressed his big furry head absentmindedly. Shari did not understand how the hell she managed to make it back, especially considering her health condition. She was expecting anything, but home sweet home among the three friends on the other side of the water.

Something moved on the edge of her peripheral vision, between the trunks of the trees and Shari had to turn her shoulders fully in order to keep her neck as immobile as possible, as she tried to look in the direction of the movement. She saw a shadowy figure of the ghost stare at her, hovering immobile close to the edge of the trees. Oh, Lisa Tepes is not going to leave her alone now. She knew Shari would survive, somehow the damned woman just knew it. Now the healer could be sure the ghost will stick to her for some time and continue the scheme of "go and save the world". A very pleasant beginning of the day.

- Lord, it's so good that you're back. We seriously thought that we might lose you, - Sypha threw her arms around Shari's neck, for the time being taking the healer's thoughts off her new acquaintance. - I tried all I could, you know, magic and other stuff... Adrian almost suggested turning you, - Shari snorted. Like hell he would have.

- How long was I...?

- Three days, - Sypha's face was probably as pale as her own. The poor girl must have done all she was capable of to keep Shari alive.

- To be honest, I am quite surprised that my father didn't finish what he started, but I am anyway relieved, that you are well, - Adrian walked up to her and petted her shoulder. - I'm so sorry we weren't there to help you straight away.

- It's fine, Adrian, we couldn't have predicted that he would pay us a visit. It's not anybody's fault, - no it is. My own and yours too, it was a dumb idea to leave the most battle-unprepared person alone. Shari shut the voice in her head and smiled weakly.

Trevor just nodded from across the fire, listening to their exchange; he watched the three of them, his gaze from time to time drifting back to Shari, or rather to the reddened patch on her neck. He opened and closed his mouth a few times, as if hesitant to speak, then finally spilled it out:

- How did he attack you? How did he find us? Did he speak? – the hunter started throwing questions at her and Shari got a strong feeling of being interrogated.

- I-I don't know, - Shari almost lied, throwing a cautious glance at Lisa. - He just, sort of, appeared and attacked me that's mostly it.

- He probably watched us. She was alone, so he decided to weaken us by removing the one left vulnerable, - Adrian finished, lowering himself on the ground next to the healer. Shari didn't want to respond, dropping herself to her improvised bed in exhaustion.

- You must be more or less right. That night is a bit foggy in my memory, really, - she huffed.

- He has a nasty habit of putting his victims under hypnosis, so your condition is quite - I almost said normal - quite to be expected I dare say, - Adrian mumbled matter-of-factedly, his palm coming up to caress her head and brush away a few stray strands of hair from her face. Shari felt her stomach turn in fear at the word "victims", she breathed out heavily. Silence followed.

- Guys, seriously, I feel drained... - Shari stretched as well as she could; Sypha snorted at her involuntary pun. - Can I please just rest for a while?

- Of course. Take your time and gain some strength. You'll need it soon, - Adrian spoke before anyone could respond. He stretched out his hand to take her palm in his for a moment, capturing her attention. - You deserve some rest. Thank you... For not dying on us. Really, - his tone began to be uncharacteristically serious, but as he ended his words in a chuckle, Shari could only breath out and smile warmly. Sypha just nodded and hurried to cover her once more with the large warm cape - the healer wasn't sure if it was Adrian's of Trevor's.

Shari lay back in peace for once, feeling Rodo's large warm form next to herself and letting the sounds of the forest wash over her. Maybe she could at least get some normal sleep.

***

When she woke up the next time, it was already deep in the night. The fire was burning low, Sypha and Trevor sleeping soundly on the ground around it, curled into two freezing balls, an empty bottle next to Trevor's hand - as per usual - and Adrian nowhere to be seen. Rodo purred in discontent, shaking his sleepy red eyed head, when Shari tried to sit up.

There was a shadow at the edge of the trees once again watching the small campsite intently; Shari could see it clearly its outline hiding behind the tree trunks. Lisa. The woman caught her gaze and beckoned her to come closer. Shari shook her head at first, but the woman only continued gesturing more aggressively; she hesitated for a while, contemplating whether she should just turn on her side and go back to sleep, then stood up at last almost against her own will, walking up to the ghost cautiously, ready for any unpleasant surprise. She felt like she was going to regret even this small decision.

Lisa, seeing her move, turned away and walked further into the tree shadows, leading the human away from the campfire; Shari could barely follow her transparent form, walking through the bushes careful not to make too much noise that could awaken her unaware companions. Rodo ran behind his human, smelling the air around him for any traces of life, his huge claws making him clumsy as he trotted through the bushes. At first Shari could barely see her way, cursing under her breath as she went until all of a sudden she found herself in an opening once more, a small free patch of ground formed around an old fallen tree, it's darkened trunk laying on the ground and clearing some space around it; Shari saw the ghost settle on top of the trunk as if sitting down on a bench, gesturing for the human to do the same. Shari walked closer and lowered herself next to the woman. It was silent for a few moments.

- Did you really have to do that? - Shari spoke up.

- Do what? - Lisa responded.

- Appear to me. Rush my decisions.

- I didn't. In fact, I tried to tell you to think it over, if you remember?

- Oh yes, you didn't intimidate me with the prospects of returning to Earth straight for a painful fight, - sarcasm it is.

- I needed you to be out here.

Silence once more.

- Why don't they see you? Adrian and others - you were there in the morning, but they didn't notice. Are you just a hallucination? In my head? I’m going insane, am I? - Shari asked. The ghost sighed in response, lowering her head.

- No, no. I believe, you... Crossed some border because of almost dying. You aren't supposed to be seeing me now, it never happened to me before... Maybe you are able to see the other dead too. Maybe it's just me because I tried to connect to you, - Lisa answered, unconfident, studying the girl's face. - I was never exactly an expert in the paranormal field.

- You raised a vampire son.

- That's different!

Pause.

- I'm still not going to go looking for Dracula, - Shari stated.

- You can go looking for his castle instead then, - Lisa was seemingly unworried about her decision.

- Looking for his castle?! Do you even hear yourself? How is that supposed to be "instead"? How.. Wait, why?

- Well, as you said, you want to hold onto your life - he has the answer to your sickness, your salvation - I know, I remember, I've been to his library - if you manage to find the castle, you will as well find the cure, - Lisa smiled knowingly at Shari's visible confusion. The healer wrinkled her nose, thinking. Now there was something to it – could be possible; a chance for longer survival, if the stories didn’t lie; besides Dracula is quite busy and Lisa had told her she watched over him. But still...

- Oh no, I'm not buying this. You're just telling this to me, because you want me to encounter him. He very obviously will be there and will certainly be not happy about a human intruder. I won't go, nope, - Shari replied.

- Don't you think it's the better option of not encountering him? - there was a smirk on the ghost's face now.

- Oh, yes, why would that be?

- He's following you four around, he said it himself, so he will definitely notice you are still alive and quite soon. But I do know he is not as often in his castle nowadays - so if you leave the others, in fact, you will have better chances of...

- Alright, alright, Lady Logic, I get it. What's in it for you then? Making me search the castle? Sounds all too good for me and nothing for you, as you place it. What do you have in mind?- Shari stared at the ghost suspiciously, waiting for the answer.

- His castle and all its movement is controlled only from the inside, I know it for sure. And maybe, just maybe, together we could find a way to reverse this war with minimum blood. If we find a way to stick the castle to one place, he will have to be more careful, because his safe place will grow more vulnerable. As for Adrian and your team out there – they wouldn’t be able to ambush him. Drawn in that condition they may have more time and necessity to… reconsider some of their tactics. Who says diplomacy should work without a little destructive help? You and I – together we can create the needed mess, - Lisa responded. This sounded almost like a rehearsed speech. - Magic and knowledge: if you help it may actually work out.

- And that's all? - Shari raised an eyebrow.

- Yes.

- Too simple.

- Only on speech, - Lisa tilted her head towards Shari. - Do we have a deal?

- I don't trust you, - Shari cut back. - You're nice and all, but I don't trust you, - she stood up from the tree trunk.

- You don't have to. But we need each other, you have to admit it, - the ghost responded with an amused smile. Shari really wanted to shut her ears and run away. This was no good. There was no way the ghost wasn't lying about Dracula deserting his castle; Adrian said he wouldn't... Though Adrian didn't expect him to be watching them either.

- Okay. Say I do trust you – for now. What do I do? How do I get away and to his castle without Adrian?

- Leave tomorrow. Tell them you need to go and settle some personal matter – or rest somewhere peaceful, that you know of a small village to rest in for a while. That you're sick and solving it - it's not far from the truth. You'll catch up with them in some time… possibly, - Lisa told it all as if she had planned the whole thing a long time ago, which unnerved Shari quite a lot.

- Will I though? - mistrust once again.

- Depends on you, - the ghost dissolved into thin air. - Remember, we both need each other.

#castlevania #dracula x oc #dracula x reader #alucard #adrian tepes #sypha belnades #trevor belmont #fanfiction #i have no beta

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marauder-exe · 4 years

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Outburst- Sirius Black x reader

Prompt: “I'm in love with you! Is that what you wanna hear?”

word count: 1506

A/n: Hihi! This is my first full fic so id love your feedback!, Requests are open as always. Thank u :)

It fucking sucked. Your best friend, Sirius had been ignoring you all week, most days you where practically attached at the hip, inseparable and content. But one day, out of the blue, he started ignoring you, like what the fuck? Being close with the marauders since first year, you tried to ask them what was up with him, but all you received was a chorus of ‘i dunno’s . It was utterly frustrating to be honest, and it honestly hurt. You'd been crushing on him since second year, in love since third. It was hard, keeping the biggest secret from your best friend for the last four years, but you couldn't tell him, tell notorious playboy Sirius Black, that you've been in love with him since he had cheered you up with endless jokes and stories that one night you'd been crying in the hallway all those years go. It was impossible, if you told him you'd loose him, fuck up your friendship and be alone again, but if you didn't tell him, you'd be stuck, crushed under the weight of your love while he goes rendezvousing with some 6th year. You couldn't live with him and you couldn't live without him. You where undeniably, irrevocably in love with him and he hadn't the faintest idea. But today you where determined to find out why he had been avoiding you, all the moving seats away from you in classes, the avoiding you in the great hall, the library, the common room, what was it all for?

So the next day you woke up, you where on a mission, You stretched and yawned, sitting up in your bed, looking at your picture of the marauders and you, you started to get ready for the day, you where on a mission. You mentally checked your timetable, for what lessons you had with Sirius, Herbology, DADA, and care of magical creatures. Perfect Care of magical creatures was the last lesson of the day and he couldn't possibly avoid you. So your day went along, slowly may I add. Herbology, divination, DADA, muggle studies, alchemy, Sirius desperately trying to avoid your burning glare through your shared lessons, which was pretty hard. Lily had come up to you during Herbology, to ask what was up with you and Sirius, knowing you two where never out of each others sight, but you couldn't exactly give her a solid answer. Then you saw something in her eyes, a little glint of something.

“Ahhhh righttttt.” She dragged on.

“what is it lils? Do you know something? Did James tell you something? Why that slimy git!” You quickly perked up. Although you didn't miss the blush that crept on her pale face at the mention of James.

She quickly shook her head “Nope, just heard a little something through the grape vine.” She smirked.

“I swear to merlin lils if you don't tell me ill strangle you with that grape vine!”

“Ah ah ah, all in due time, peaches.” You smirked and saddened at the thought of where the nickname came from. Your very classy best friends, the marauders, well mostly James, decided it would be a great idea for you to flash the whole school your underwear. A cute set with peaches on them. Sirius stopped them after a few seconds, citing it was a bit insensitive, and he would do it to lily if James tried that again, but you didn't miss Sirius’ little whisper, ‘they do look cute doll’, You smiled, you and Sirius had always been like that, flirty. It broke your heart every time because you knew he didn't mean it. You huffed.

“Fine, lils but if I don't find out soon I will blow my lid”

She smiled, shook her head and started to walk away, she turned “You'll be blowing more then that when you find out”

what was she possibly on about?

The conversation lingered in your mind for a dew hours after, a strange strange woman she was, but you could see why James was in love with her, You longed for something like that. Care of magical creatures finally rolled around, you'd been anxious all lesson, dreading and anticipating your chat with Sirius. Classes with professor Kettleburn where always exciting, I mean the man was missing half of his limbs, for god sake. Although it passed by fairly quickly, your nerves went up and up. The end of the class came and you saw Sirius make a dash back to the castle, obviously not wanting to speak to you, the marauders drawled slowly behind, talking about whatever.

“Sirius! Sirius!” You shouted, but he just quickened his pace. As you neared the whomping willow, you quickly ran up to him, pushed him against the tree, and stuck your wand at his neck. “Why wont you talk to me?”

James, Peter and Remus quietly made a bet as the scene unfolded. “ Bets on that he’ll choke” James clearly had a lot of faith in his friend.

“I don't think he’ll tell her” Peter squeaked. Thanks man.

“Nah, he’ll tell her” At least someone believed in his friend.

“Alright 5 galleons he chokes?” James challenged.

“Bet”

“I have no clue what your talking about” Sirius said offhandedly.

You removed your wand from his neck, you where not playing this game.

“You know what im talking about, You've avoided me this entire week. Practically attached at the hip for the Last 6 years and now! Now is the time you deicide you've had enough. What is it Sirius? What are you running from? What's got Hogwarts stone faced, witty, playboy so down? Why wont you fucking talk to me?” You belted, not caring who would hear. He grew angrier from each word you spoke, until he stood his full ground, shoulders squared, looking hurt and angry.

“’m in love with you! Is that what you wanna hear?”

That's when it hit you, he couldn't, He's Sirius black, playboy extraordinaire, he couldn't possibly love you.

“Sirius…”

“What? That-that iv'e been in love with you since I saw you in first year, that my heart aches every time I see you because I know you don't feel the same, that I have to sleep with every girl under the sun to try to forget that you couldn't possibly love a man like me. You wanna hear how I notice how angelic you look in the morning, even after crashing in my bed from exhaustion? How every morning you look at the picture of us and the marauders you have on your night stand because “you always want to begin the day with your best friends” on the off chance you don't see one of us today? Or the fact that since the day ive met you ive never seen you wear a single pair of matching socks because your superstitious and their lucky? How you have books practically falling out of your dorm its that jam packed, because you want to read every book ever created? How you look so perfect without even trying? Even when you've been swimming, or not slept in days, or haven't showered in a week, even then you look unbelievably perfect I wonder what we did to deserve you being friends with us? I wonder what I did to have someone as perfect as you in my life? Huh? How ill never have a chance with you because of how undeniably perfect you are? How you deserve someone smart like Remus, or sporty like James? Someone who you would undeniably be perfect with? But they're not in love with you, I am! And as much as you don't feel the same I really hope this doesn't ruin our fucking friendship just because im fucking in love wit you!”

By the end of his speech he looked so exhausted, like the weight of the world had just been lifted off of his shoulders, while you just stood there, dumbfounded. The boy you've been head over heels for since 2nd year liked you back. You just stared, stared and stared. You where left absolutely speechless. He took that as a bad sign, a tear rolled down his cheek as he turned to walk away, muttering a quiet ‘that's what I thought’.

You had to do something, anything before he walked away. So, you ran up to him and pulled him down for what had to be on of The Most Passionate Kisses In The History Of Kisses ©. Its like all the emotion over the past 6 years had been poured into the kiss, only to be broken apart by hearing your friends dry heaving in the background, you shot them a death glare and turned back to Sirius, who had the most lovestruck look on his face.

“So, you feel the same?” He smiled.

“Of course I do, dummy” You two where so enthralled in each other you missed Peter and James each slipping 5 galleons into Remus’ hand with disgruntled looks on their faces while he just smirked

#sirius black #sirius orion black #sirius x reader #sirius x you #sirius x y/n #sirius black x reader #sirius black x you #sirius black x y/n #sirius black fanfiction #james potter x reader #remus lupin x reader #harry potter x reader #harry potter fanfiction

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elsanna-shenanigans · 3 years

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April Contest Submission #13: A Break From Normalcy

Words: ca. 5,000 Setting: mAU Lemon: no CW: Character death, grief, slight gay panic, minor language

Ever since her childhood, Elsa had been a girl of routine.

Whims were rare for the girl, and her actually following them was even more rare.

In elementary school, she packed the same thing for lunch every day, played on the same swing every day at recess, and wore her hair the same way every morning.

This continued throughout her life. She woke up at 6:15 in the morning, every morning, without an alarm. She ate the same chocolate cereal for breakfast every morning at 6:25 before taking her shower at 6:40.

At 7:00 on the dot, she was always starting her car to go to school. She took a less busy back street to avoid traffic and usually arrived at school at 7:15, give or take three minutes.

She then proceeded to read whatever book had caught her fancy that day until 7:55, at which point she made her way to class, five minutes early. She left school at exactly 3:15 each day, just after the rush of students eager to leave, and she arrived home by 3:30 typically.

When she got home, she would do homework and study until her parents got home at 5:30, though they often fluctuated more than her with their schedules.

She then had dinner with them at 6:30 and played whatever video game caught her fancy at the time or practiced any skills she was learning outside of school.

Then, at last, she was in bed by 9:00.

This routine carried her through high school, and during the summer following her high school graduation she only modified it a little to fit a part time job into her schedule.

Then, she started college.

She watched around her as the other students at Arendelle University seemed more and more broken as the semester dragged on. The bags under their eyes darkened and their grades declined.

Meanwhile, Elsa thrived. A lifetime of setting schedules and deadlines for herself had prepared her for this. Her assignments were always submitted on time, she was always well rested, and her grades were fantastic.

This continued until her senior year when she had a sudden whim to check out a new coffee shop. Whims were rare for her. She was usually strict with her adherence to her schedule, and she normally squashed any whims before she even considered them. However, this whim seemed harmless enough, as she could easily incorporate it into her schedule.

This whim, however, was the first whim that would change her life.

She liked her routine well enough, but sometimes a little break was needed from normalcy.

She usually went to a less busy place for a coffee every day at 10:00 and then worked on her homework at home until 11:30, but now she found herself at a different, busy place, Der Kaffeehausen, each day at 10:15, and instead of going home to do her work, she found herself settling into the table with a broken booth at the coffee shop.

Der Kaffeehausen itself was far different than the old place she frequented. There was live music almost all the time. The crowds were loud. The menu changed up each day. However, within the chaos there was order.

The same barista worked every weekday, which fit Elsa’s school schedule of Monday, Wednesday and Friday well. This meant her coffee, a medium iced mocha coffee with light cream and Splenda, was exactly the same every time she got it.

She also got the same table every day since the booth was broken, so she could count on having her spot whenever she came.

It was about a week into the semester when Elsa met Anna. Well, she didn’t really meet Anna. She overheard the girl from the next table over while she was writing an essay on Joan of Arc.

“Hey, yeah, it’s Anna. Loving college so far, just thought I’d let you know how it’s going. There’s this guy who-“ Elsa heard the girl speaking into her phone.

She didn’t catch the rest of the conversation. Not because eavesdropping was rude, but mostly because the redhead’s name sounded pleasant and that was what stuck with her.

Every weekday after that, Anna became part of her routine, even though the two had never spoken. Anna would show up within five minutes of Elsa’s own arrival. While Elsa would get her coffee and get straight to work, Anna’s routine, or lack thereof, was far less refined.

One day she would loudly slurp a massive bowl of soup and then take a nap in the booth. The next she would do homework of her own. The following day she might play Pokémon on her Nintendo Switch, loudly whooping when she caught a rare Pokémon or won a battle. She was predictable in her unpredictability, Elsa realized.

There was one thing, however, that she noticed Anna did every single day. The phone call. Some days it lasted maybe a minute. Others it lasted almost an hour, but Anna always called someone – the same person each day, Elsa theorized.

She learned that Anna tended to ramble when she talked, and the phone conversations sounded very one sided. It almost sounded like Anna was writing a diary out loud.

Eventually Elsa found herself getting absorbed into Anna’s conversations herself. She usually snapped out of it quickly enough, however. She had work to do, after all. A routine to keep.

-.-.-.-.-

It was October when her routine was once again shaken, but unlike last time, this time it wasn’t her own doing. She was sitting in her normal spot, laptop open as she typed and with a textbook balanced on her lap. Anna was strangely absent, a middle aged couple at the redhead’s usual table.

Elsa’s fingers clicked and clacked, but part of her still felt something was missing without Anna. It was a weird feeling, especially since the two had never even spoken.

That was why she was so surprised at the voice to her right that morning.

“Excuse me,” Anna’s voice muttered sheepishly. Elsa turned up and smiled a little.

“Hi,” she returned.

Anna looked around a bit before gesturing to herself. She then asked, “Hi, me?”

Elsa had to force herself not to giggle.

“Right, me. Who else would you be talking to? You don’t usually talk to many people here,” Anna carried on, “which is okay! Doing your own thing is totally fine, sometimes I just want to be left alone too. I totally get it.”

Elsa waited patiently as the redhead made her point. Truthfully, she had only really heard Anna talk during the phone calls, so to have her voice directed at Elsa was a treat.

“But anyway, uh, I meant to ask if there’s room for one more at your booth? Mine’s kind of taken,” Anna finished with a gesture to the middle aged couple.

It took Elsa a moment to realize the girl was done. It took her a bit longer to realize what Anna had even said. This wasn’t only the first time Elsa had talked to Anna. It was also the first time she looked into the girl’s eyes, and they were beautiful. The teal perfectly complemented her copper hair. She cleared her throat and answered, hoping she wasn’t blushing.

“Of course,” she said, smile still on her face, “The booth is broken a bit on the end, but you’re welcome to join me.”

The relief on Anna’s face was surprising. Was she a person of routine too?

“Thank you! I didn’t want to bother you because you always look so busy. I know that I can be a distraction,” Anna said self deprecatingly.

“No, no, it’s fine,” Elsa assured her, as she settled into Elsa’s booth. The end of the booth was broken, of course, so Anna ended up fairly close to Elsa, but she could handle it. She was a routine-oriented person, not a completely antisocial person.

They settled into a comfortable silence as Elsa continued working on her homework about William of Normandy. Anna, for her part, just rummaged through her bag and then played Pokémon. This lasted until Elsa had to leave to keep her routine. Strangely, at 11:30, she found herself not quite wanting to leave.

It wasn’t that the two had spoken or formed some kind of bond, but Elsa had enjoyed just being in Anna’s presence. However, something felt off about their hour together. Something felt wrong. Elsa had never once really deviated from her routine, but this was the feeling she thought she’d have if she ever did.

It took a few more days of Anna sitting with her in silence to realize what made her feel so anxious.

“Anna…?” she mumbled one day. She didn’t think about the fact that the two hadn’t even introduced themselves and she had no logical reason to know this girl’s name.

“Hmm?”

Anna didn’t even seem a little suspicious at Elsa knowing her name.

“I know what it’s like to have a routine. If you need to make your phone call, I won’t listen in on it,” Elsa said with a gentle smile.

Anna smiled back at her and, surprising her, pulled her into a hug. It was quick, but when it was over, Elsa instantly missed the warmth it provided.

“Thank you,” Anna said with red cheeks, “I just didn’t want to bother you. I know you’re always super busy, and your work is probably way harder than mine. I mean, I’m just a freshman, but you’re like, a senior.”

“No,” Elsa reassured her, “Mr. Weselton’s class is boring, but it’s really easy.”

“Wow,” Anna said as she removed her phone from her satchel, “You must be some kind of genius. I’m in his Historical Perspectives class and I can’t keep up.”

The compliment made Elsa blush even more, so she just made a noncommittal ‘hmm’ and returned to her work so that Anna could make the call.

She noted, as usual, that it sounded as if the conversation was very one sided, but she didn’t pry. She kept typing, pausing only to reference her textbook. When 11:30 rolled around, she packed her things, waved to Anna, and mouthed a silent ‘bye.’

The little wave and smile Anna gave her stuck with her for the rest of the day.

-.-.-.-.-.-

It was ten days until Christmas at Arendelle University, and Elsa was still surprised at how empty Der Kaffeehausen was.

The semester ended on December 14th and resumed on January 3rd, so she knew logically that the campus would be empty, but it was still unnerving being the only customer in the whole place. There was a pianist playing at the piano on stage, but it wasn’t the usual jaunty stuff one would expect here. Likewise, there were only two baristas. Thankfully her favorite was still there.

She felt a little strange going to the broken booth when the entire lobby was empty of people. She didn’t even have homework, but her routine was so ingrained in her that she couldn’t quite bring herself to make the drive home to her family, even for Christmas.

She opened a blank word document, due to muscle memory more than anything else, and tried to find some sort of inspiration to type something. Her mind was drawing a blank. She blamed her lack of homework between semesters, but she knew the truth.

Anna had become part of her routine. The two barely really spoke, and they certainly didn’t know each other well. Had she even told Anna her name?

Regardless, whether Anna was sitting at the next booth over, or playing Pokémon in the same booth as Elsa, Elsa was accustomed to the redhead. She now felt the way she would feel if she were to ever sleep in past 6:15, or go to another different coffee shop. It was a feeling that things were just barely off, and it made her uncomfortable.

“Hi,” Anna’s voice pulled her from her thoughts. Elsa looked up to her and smiled.

“Hi, me?” she asked teasingly.

“Well, you never told me your name, so I didn’t know how else to say ‘hi’,” Anna said with her own teasing grin, sliding easily into the broken booth beside Elsa.

“Didn’t I?” Elsa asked, feigning obliviousness, “I’m pretty sure I did. Maybe you have a poor memory.”

Anna pretended to take offense at that, gasping comically loudly.

“Why, I never! Who could possibly forget your name?” she asked with her usual smile.

Elsa giggled, “You’d be surprised. I’d say if college had superlatives, I’d be voted ‘most forgettable.’”

“Well I could never forget you,” Anna mumbled stubbornly. Elsa blushed and returned to her work – oh. Right. No work. No excuse.

“Thanks,” she muttered shyly.

To her surprise Anna scooted far closer than usual to her in the booth and peeked at the blank word document.

“I was wondering what you were working on during Christmas break,” she said with a tone filled with satisfaction at having her questions answered.

“Uh, yeah, I just don’t like going home for holidays,” Elsa told a half truth, “What about you?”

“Oh, I don’t have much reason to go home either,” she answered, but her voice wasn’t quite as bright as it normally was. Elsa could feel some kind of unspoken tension in the air.

That was when Elsa had the second big whim that would change her life.

“I hear there’s a beautiful lake on the other side of campus. Would you like to go?” she asked hesitantly, not really sure why Anna’s answer was so important to her.

“Really?” Anna asked with a tilt of her head, “I thought you don’t like going outside? That you like, have a thing about dirt or something?”

Elsa laughed at the misunderstanding, not even realizing she was leaning very close to Anna. By the time she realized that their shoulders were touching, she didn’t have it in her to be embarrassed.

“No, you dork,” she teased, “I just like keeping a routine.”

Anna was blushing as she playfully shoved her. She was thankful that they were alone in there, because she was sure their giggles would disturb other customers.

“Well, yes, then. Let’s go see this lake of yours.”

Elsa stood and packed her laptop into her bag, carefully grabbing her coffee in her other hand.

“Well, do you want to drive or walk?”

“I’d say walk. I don’t like cars that much,” Anna mumbled the last bit before teasingly perking up, “Besides. I still don’t know your name, and I’m not in the mood to be kidnapped.”

Elsa jokingly snapped her fingers as the two made for the exit.

“Darn! You’re onto me,” she bantered. With a chuckle she said, “It’s Elsa, by the way.”

Anna said her name out loud a few times as if testing it.

“Such a pretty name,” she marveled, walking through the door Elsa was holding for her, “And such manners! My poor heart can’t take much more of this.”

Elsa was caught between a blush and a giggle. She was aware this was the first conversation the two had really had, but there was something about Anna that was so contagious.

“Shush, you dork,” she said with a smile.

The two walked through the deserted campus, making small talk and occasionally throwing snowballs at each other.

Elsa was surprised to find that she was having fun. She didn’t have the usual headache that accompanied deviations from her routine. She was happy and even laughing.

When the two reached the lake, Elsa wasn’t surprised to see that it was frozen solid. It was very cold outside, after all. It was actually pretty beautiful. She’d never been to the lake, for obvious reasons, so this wasn’t a bad way to see it for the first time.

“It’s so pretty,” Anna said with wide eyes.

“Yeah, it is,” Elsa agreed as she led them to a nearby bench, “I’ve never actually been here.”

“Really?” Anna asked, “How’d you know about it then?”

“My parents made me memorize a map of campus before I moved here.”

“Tell me about them?”

Elsa wasn’t sure why that sounded like a question, but something about it sounded so vulnerable.

“My parents?”

“Yeah, I’d love to know more about Mr. and Mrs. Elsa,” Anna joked, kicking her feet in the snow.

“Ah, yes. My father, Mr. Elsa. He’s great fun at parties,” Elsa teased.

“You know what I mean, you stinker.”

“Well, what do you want to know?” she asked, turning to look at Anna. Anna turned to her and returned the eye contact.

“Anything?”

“Well, they loved me. They were always strict, but in a protective way, I guess?”

“Like the map thing?” Anna offered.

“Like the map thing,“ Elsa nodded, “And they always prepared me for a quality education. It’s why I have my routine.”

“And how does that work?”

“I like to do the same things at the same time each day. It helps me stay organized. And it helps me keep my focus, I think.”

“Oh. So trips like this aren’t usually your thing.”

“Not usually.”

There was a comfortable silence as a dog ran by and rolled in the snow. Elsa half-expected Anna to chase it to pet the cute little thing, but to her surprise, the girl stayed seated.

“Thank you,” Anna said quietly.

“For what?”

“This was my first Christmas without my parents,” she said with a sad smile, “You’re the first real friend I’ve met here at Arendelle U, and I know this wasn’t easy for you, but I was so afraid I’d have to spend Christmas break completely alone.”

Elsa was floored. Anna was such a bright person. She lit everything up around her with her playfulness, her joy, and her general upbeat attitude. To hear such a sobering seriousness from the girl was like a punch to the gut.

“When you say, ‘the first Christmas without your parents,’ do you mean…?”

“My parents died this July in a car crash,” Anna said, almost mechanically. It was like she was reading a paragraph from a book.

“I’m so sorry, Anna. I had no idea,” Elsa said, looking down at the ground between them. She didn’t know what to say, but she so desperately wanted to comfort this girl.

All she could do was scoot closer to Anna and provide a shoulder if she needed it.

Anna graciously accepted it, laying her head on the arm, which was thankfully nice and fluffy due to Elsa’s winter coat.

“I never said anything. I’m just thankful to have someone to spend Christmas with. I knew I could count on you to be in our spot.”

Our spot? Elsa smiled inwardly at the thought that, not only had she made a friend, but she and that friend had their own little thing they could share. Sure, it was just an old broken booth in a coffee shop, but it was theirs.

The pair spent the rest of that day together at that frozen lake, only leaving when interrupted by their empty bellies and the freezing cold.

-.-.-.-.-.-

It was Valentine’s Day when Elsa made a startling discovery about herself.

She stared into the bathroom mirror after her 6:40 shower, but only for a moment. She couldn’t be late.

Her little epiphany wasn’t her fault. It was because of Anna, her newfound best friend. The girl who had piggybacked onto Elsa’s coffee shop routine and become a key part of her life. The girl who had lost her parents just before starting university, leading her to latch emotionally onto Elsa. The girl who, three days ago, on February 11th, had jokingly suggested that Elsa be her Valentine’s Day date.

It had been such a simple throwaway comment from Anna.

‘Since we’re both single, we might as well be each other’s date,’ she had said with a chuckle.

Elsa had fought the blush as best she could. Thankfully it was time for her to leave per her schedule, so she managed to escape the embarrassment she felt. It was also a Friday, so she had the entire weekend to sort through her feelings.

After a weekend of introspection, World of Warcraft, and homework, Elsa came to one conclusion:

“Fuck. I’m so gay.”

She realized, in hindsight, that it should have been obvious to her. She never pined after any men. She found herself admiring the female form (objectively, she always told herself), and the only times she had gotten flustered around others were around girls.

She found herself poring through her every memory as she drove to class. She re-examined every female she had known in school, as well as every male, hoping for some clear indication of any crushes she may have had. She just wanted to understand herself. It was terrifying to not understand her own sexuality and it felt like everything she knew had a different meaning now.

At 10:24, she pulled into Der Kaffeehausen, absentmindedly ordering her drink, thanking her favorite barista, and walked to her normal booth. For what had to be the first time, Anna was there before her, watching her with a smug expression and her feet propped onto Elsa’s spot on the bench.

“You’re late, I was getting worried,” Anna teased. When she noticed Elsa’s serious expression and absentminded demeanor, however, she sat up and shifted to a worried look, “Oh no. Are you okay? Did something happen?”

Elsa wordlessly sat beside Anna, wincing internally as the girl wrapped an arm around her. Her shoulder that Anna’s hand was resting on felt burning hot and every touch from Anna had a new meaning now in her head. She tried to speak but couldn’t find the words.

What would Anna think? Would she be disgusted? Would it make things awkward? Elsa loved their friendship, and she really didn’t want to lose it. Maybe she should just not tell Anna about her discovery?

Then she saw the adoration in Anna’s eyes and the decision was made for her. She took a deep breath.

“Anna, I think I’m gay,” she said with a confidence she didn’t feel.

Anna’s eyes widened a bit, but then her playful smile returned. With a fake haughty aura about her, she said in her most elegant voice, “Ah. So you’ve fallen for my seductive charm. I’m aware of the effect I have on women.”

Elsa just stared, jaw open.

“You absolute dork,” she said as a laugh bubbled up from her belly, “I’m coming out to you and you make an Office reference?”

Anna raised her hands in a placating gesture, “I just wanted to make it clear that I accept you for who you are, and I just assumed the best way would be to tease you like normal.”

Anna’s face fell for a moment.

“Oh wait! I wasn’t like trying to downplay your coming out! I just wanted you to know that I still like being around you. I mean, of course I do. Who wouldn’t like being around you? You’re beautiful and kind and super organized - it’s really inspiring, to be honest. Wait. Sorry, I’m rambling.”

“It’s okay, Anna, really. It’s one of the things I love about you,” Elsa said with a smile, blushing as she realized her own choice of words.

“Ah-hah! Love! Right, cause it’s Valentine’s Day!”

Anna was digging through her satchel and Elsa watched curiously.

“Since you’re my Valentine and all,” Anna began, finally finding a small box in her satchel and holding it up triumphantly, “and you’ve so clearly fallen for my feminine wiles.”

“I have not,” Elsa lied but Anna ignored her, holding the small box out to her.

“I got these for us,” Anna continued, unbothered by Elsa’s denial. Elsa tentatively grabbed the box and looked to Anna. With an eager look, Anna urged her on, “Come on! Open it!”

Elsa tentatively opened the small jewelry box and gasped at what was inside. It was a beautiful silver chain, on which a simple snowflake locket hung. With a delicate touch, Elsa grabbed the locket and opened it. Inside was a selfie the two had taken on their day at the frozen lake back at Christmas. Elsa instinctive held the locket to her heart before pushing it back to Anna.

“Anna, this is beautiful but I can’t accept this. It’s too much.”

Anna shrugged and refused to take the jewelry back.

“If you don’t take it, we won’t match,” Anna argued, reaching into her shirt and pulling out a matching locket with gold instead of silver, “Besides, it wasn’t expensive or anything. I just saw the snowflake and thought of you, you know, because of our little snow day back in December. Crazy how it’s been two months since then!”

Elsa reluctantly held the chain around her neck and blushed as she turned away, asking, “Can you clasp it for me, then?”

She felt the slight click of the hook fastening to the chain and turned to Anna, “H-how do I look?”

“You’ve always been beautiful, but now you look beautifuller, if that’s even possible. Er, not fuller. More beautiful.”

“Seriously, though, thank you for everything,” Elsa whispered, “You accepted my being gay, you accepted my weird habits when it comes to my routine, and you’ve always been so kind to me.”

“I should be thanking you, Elsa,” Anna said with a smile, “After my parents died, I couldn’t cope with it. We were always inseparable and then I was just, well, alone. I tried to cope by calling their phones, kind of like a journal, you know? It was almost like I was talking to them. But then I met you, and you’ve been there for me.”

Elsa pulled Anna into a hug.

It was then that she was hit by the third big, life-changing whim of her life.

“Let’s go on a date,” Elsa said as she stood extending a hand to Anna, who watched with wide eyes.

“Like, a date-date?”

Elsa nodded.

“Right now?”

Elsa nodded again, blushing furiously. Was she rushing things? Maybe. But she knew by now that the rare whims she had were best off not being ignored.

“But, your schedule-“ Anna began, taking Elsa’s hand anyway.

“It��s okay. I think this is more important.”

Anna stood beside Elsa, their hands still clasped together gently. Anna said with a happy smile, “Let’s go, then.”

And they did.

-.-.-.-.-

Ever since her childhood, Elsa had been a girl of routine.

Whims were rare for the girl, and her actually following them were even more rare.

Anna knew this, and she still cared for Elsa. That didn’t mean she couldn’t pull the blonde out of her self-imposed rut every now and again.

With a content sigh, she laid back onto the soft grass.

“This place looks a lot different in Summer,” Anna noted.

Elsa grinned as she turned to look at her girlfriend.

“It’s not the same without the snow and ice,” she agreed, “but the bright sun and the grass really bring out your eyes.”

“I know what you mean. Your eyes were dazzling in the snow when we came here in the winter,” Anna nodded as as she rolled onto her side to cuddle with Elsa. She welcomed the warmth of Elsa’s boob-pillow as she felt an arm wrap around her shoulder. This was the life.

It was late July, and she would start the new semester soon. She would be a senior, like Elsa was when they met. But until then, she was content to enjoy these lazy summer days. When Elsa didn’t have to work, at least.

She was just glad that Elsa wasn’t a strict on herself with her routine anymore. If she was, they could never spend hours just lying in the grass together. It made all the itchiness that would come later worth it.

“This is great,” she said with a yawn.

“Anna?” Elsa asked.

“Hmm?”

“Remember that locket you gave me?” Elsa asked, squirming a bit under Anna. She sounded nervous.

Anna fished hers out of her baggy t-shirt and held it up in front of them, “Yep. Still wear it.”

Elsa chuckled, and Anna recognized the same nervousness from the time she had come out to Anna. Anna turned to look into Elsa’s eyes.

“Are you okay? You’re not going to tell me you’re pregnant or something, are you?” Anna tried to joke.

“No, no, it’s nothing like that,” Elsa said in a slightly more confident manner, “It’s just that I never got a chance to pay you back for that.”

Pay her back…? Anna was confused, but it sounded like Elsa was struggling to find her words, so she was patient.

“So I, well, I got you a gift,” Elsa said with a deep blush as she looked away and handed Anna a small jewelry box. She wasn’t usually this shy.

Anna smiled at her and pecked her on the lips. It was quick and it was chaste, but every time they kissed it still invigorated Anna.

“You didn’t have to do that, you stinker,” she said with a smile as she took the offered box, “but thank you.”

She could have sworn she heard Elsa mumble ‘don’t thank me yet,’ but she wasn’t sure. She just grabbed Elsa’s right hand with her left and used her right hand to slowly, and clumsily, open the jewelry box.

Her eyes widened.

“Holy fuck, is this what I think it is!?” she shouted a bit too excitedly, sitting up and avoiding the glares of the parents around her.

Elsa was sitting up beside her, but wasn’t quite looking at her. Anna felt her girlfriend nod beside her.

“It was, well, just a whim,” Elsa muttered sheepishly,“ and I’ve learned not to ignore those.”

Anna took out the shiny gold ring and stared in awe at the diamond. She held it up to the sun and had to squint to look at it.

“Jesus Elsa, I don’t know what to say,” she said excitedly.

“An answer would be a good start,” Elsa joked with a worried smile.

Anna kissed her again and pulled her into a tight hug. She met Elsa’s misty eyes with her own.

“Yes.”

#elsanna #submission #April 2021 contest #prompt: break

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Hunter meeting Hunter

A Xaviera Lah-Mo and Andrei Kulokova Story Chapter 6

Authors Note: Aaaaaalright! This chapter got longer than I anticipated. We got fluff, we got a drop of angst, we got some comedy and of course we have a scene of something juicy, because it’s Andrei!

Warnings: 18+ for sexual scenes

Words: 6.5k

Xaviera Lah-Mo belongs to me

Andrei Kulokova belongs to @the-slasher-files

Chapter 1 HERE

Chapter 2 HERE

Chapter 3 HERE

Chapter 4 HERE

Chapter 5 HERE

Xaviera closed her eyes, basking into the warm water, feeling how sore she was, but also feeling content... Like a cat lying in the sun, enjoying the warmness.

"It feels so good." she whispered, opening her eyes and looking into the light blues of the Russian.

"Good baby girl." Andrei replied, his gaze on her bruises, inspecting.

He stripped of his bloody coat and black long sleeve, putting his bloody hand into the warm water, groaning a little and by how his muscles tightened, Xaviera could only guess how tense he was. Slowly, he cleaned the remaining blood off her skin, the water getting a light pink tint.

She closed her eyes, basking in his surprising gentle touches, considering how he was just a few minutes ago. He was cleaning her, much like felines do after they mate.

"You're so beautiful." he commented, making her heart skip a beat in pride at his words; the way he ran his hand over her bruised skin, bruises created by him, but not in the reason to kill or hurt, but more to assert his territory.

She never felt so safe in her life. The only person with which she felt safe was her father but that was a long time ago... She missed this.

"Thank you for saving me." she whispered, leaning into his gentle touch, shivering when he touched the bitemarks. The bitemarks HE left... but she loved them.

His fingers grazed the bruise on her temple and she hissed a little; didn't hurt, but it sure stung. Grabbing the washcloth, he dapped her temple making sure all old blood was removed and no infection could start.

He leaned in, kissing her softly and slowly, and she kissed back ever so gently, savoring the intimate moment. He pulled away, resting his forehead against hers.

"You're mine... no one will ever hurt you when I'm around." he whispered and the feline inside her purred.

Xaviera's lips pulled into a genuine smile, for the first time in years feeling connected with a human being, although he could easily rip someone's throat out like a wolf if he so desired.

"I know... And I am very grateful for it...." she whispered against his lips, enjoying the intimacy that was so high on a spiritual level.

"I love you..." she found herself saying, her eyes widening at her own confession.

She knew it was a mistake from how tense he got, the shocked expression on his face told her he sure didn't expect that, but neither did she. It just simply happened. Quickly, he pushed her into a rough kiss, taking her breath away in a gasp.

Pulling away, he removed the plug from the bathtub and grabbed both her hands, pulling her up on wobbly legs. Xaviera was glad for that or else she would have fallen on her ass. She didn't say anything, just appreciating how the fluffy towel caressed her skin as he dried her off. With ease, he scooped her up, moving towards the bedroom, setting her into the warm bed.

"You need to rest kitten... I will grab you some water." he told her, disappearing out of the bedroom.

After she was alone, she cursed herself internally.

'Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Idiot.' she cursed inside her head for telling him that.

They knew each other for just a few days and the first two she was so tempted to just kick his ass in the snow and castrate him. She was so inexperienced and clueless at these things. She wished she could take back her words... Despite her heart telling her not to.

She sometimes cursed her wild heart; always appearing like an eagle from the sky.

She jolted up when she heard a loud slamming like noise coming from the bathroom and Russian cursing.

'Great. Stupid. Stupid.'

He came back with a glass of water, handing it to her.

"Here. You had a long day." he spoke in a gruff voice, hard cold gaze on her.

"T-Thank you." she replied, taking the glass and drinking the whole water, feeling thirsty from everything that happened; she tried to ignore the bitter taste the tone of his voice gave her.

He got his boots and cargo pants off and she noticed something that slipped from his pocket. Leaning down he grabbed whatever it was, then moved to the side of the bed, a gasp leaving her when he tugged her closer to him.

"I-I want you to have this..." he spoke, voice nervous.

Her eyes looked over what he was holding; a wolf tooth pendant, his thumb running along it.

"They said it was for protection and goodluck." he explained, placing it in her small hands, making her heart flutter and her cheeks heat up.

"I'm already the luckiest man and you need protection more than I do... so... here." he finished.

Her heart was lightning up in her ribcage. He really was anxious about getting like this, so emotional, but she didn't mind, even if these moments would last for a few seconds.

'Always appreciate the little things life gives you.' her father would say.

She brushed her finger over the wolf tooth; this must be very important for him so him giving it to her only meant she was important too.

"Thank you, Wolfy." she whispered, her hands cupping his cheeks and pressing her lips softly against his, her thumbs stroking his skin.

"Anytime, baby girl." he grinned, kissing her feverishly, pushing his tongue through her lips.

"Thank you for everything." she murmured into the kiss, only for him to pull away.

"You're such a sap." he laughed, giving her his trademark toothy smirk.

Xaviera rolled her blue eyes at his words, a pink tint to her cheeks from his teasing.

"Ohhh bite me...Will you?" she sassed, looking into his eyes with playfulness.

He managed to unlock a feline-like playful side on her and he was the only one who will see this part of her. She pressed her lips on the tip of his nose, then gave him a cheeky smile.

"Don't tempt me again, little one." he said with a smile, and she felt him press his thumb gently on her permanent bite mark, a silent reminder that it doesn't take too much to make the Russian go all feral.

He cupped her cheek, running his thumb under the purple bruise under her eye and his eyes changed into a soft tone, probably feeling responsible for it? He should; it was her own fault for getting it, plus that was the life of hunting. Sometimes you get hurt, but the most important thing is getting out alive.

"You must rest." he spoke, then kissed her.

Xaviera huffed but rested her head on the pillow. She loved this soft side of him, seeing him be so attentive and worried about her, despite not using words, she read his body language quite easily, a quality she earned from years observing animals by their behavior.

'Actions speak louder than words.'

She yawned and moved closer to his body.

"Mhmm... I really need it... You kind of sucked the energy out of me." she whispered, resting her forehead on his chest.

He gave a slight laugh and he held her closer, his hand running over her Grizzly scars, and rubbed them gently, making her purr.

"Goodnight, Xaviera." he whispered into her white hair.

She loved when he called her name. He closed his eyes and stroked her hair. Xaviera closed her eyes and basked into his gentle touches. He was the only one who could get so close to her without losing an eye.

"Goodnight, Andrei." she whispered in a soft sleepy voice, his name sounding so right like this.

She rested one hand on his chest, where his heart was, just feeling his heartbeat as she fell asleep.

"Mine..." she murmured in her sleep.

His heartbeat felt like a lullaby her mother used to sing when she was little and in her sleep, she could swear she heard the wolf's voice say 'I lov-' but it quickly faded away; maybe it was a very lucid dream.

A night of sleeping without nightmares, without tossing and turning, without being chased down by hyneas.

A night of tranquility.

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Xaviera could feel herself slowly waking up from the dreamland, the sounds of birds singing and the breeze outside was the first thing she heard as she slowly woke up, her eyes opening as the fragrance of earl gray tea hit her nose, the sun peeking through the pine tree outside.

The scent of earl gray tea screaming wolf in her head, a scent that will forever be printed in her brain.

She saw Andrei as she woke up, giving him a lazy smile and she yawned.

"Morning, Wolfy." she murmured hugging her pillow to her body.

"Mornin'." his voice was still rough and harsh from just waking up.

"Slept well?" she asked, looking up at him curiously, then moving to take the cup of tea from her nightstand, taking a sip and humming at the taste.

"Best sleep I've had in a while." he replied, taking a sip of his own tea, his large free hand moving to her thigh.

"How about you, myshka?" he asked.

She hummed at his question, taking another sip of tea.

"I slept like a baby... Never felt so fresh." she answered, setting her mug on the nightstand, then looked at the wolf tooth in her hand.

"Will you?" she asked him, pulling her hair up for him, exposing her neck, covered in bite marks, for him to put the necklace on. She loved the gift he gave her. It felt so important to her and wanted to wear it with pride.

Andrei grinned down at her, taking the pendant and clasping it around her neck, the wolf tooth falling down against her chest. She sighed in pleasure as he kissed her neck.

"Thank you... Now I have two necklaces. Both from you." she spoke, motioning to her collar of bitemarks, one much bigger than the rest.

"Y'know... I don't have to leave for the next day or so... maybe we can have some fun together." he whispered against her skin.

She could feel her inner self jump in joy at the mention that he will stay more, but she kept her enthusiasm to herself. He will tease the hell out of her, not to mention that it will rub his masculine pride too much.

"Mmmm.... Well, me neither. My job here is done and I don't have anywhere pressing to be... What do you have in mind?" she asked, one of her small hands stroking his knuckles.

"Well... little one, I have some ideas." the wolf growled, pulling her head back into a kiss as his hands went down her torso and teasingly getting closer to her heat.

Xaviera kissed back, her tongue running over his, then she pulled away only for her teeth to gently tug on his bottom lip then sucking it innocently, finishing with a small kiss.

"Mind telling me? This kitten is very curious." she cheekily whispered, her blue eyes shining mischievously.

She found new confidence inside, but it quickly vanished as his fingers dipped down in-between her folds, rubbing and circling, making her legs tense up and breath hitch. She was ready to close her eyes and bask into the touch, a deep blush on her face.

"Breakfast." he whispered, smiling down at her, bringing his wet fingers up and tasting them, her eyes widening.

He got up, putting on his cargo pants, leaving himself shirtless, and walking downstairs. After she was alone, she got off the shock.

"That's just cruel!" she yelled after him, hearing him laugh. She put on a shirt and a pair of panties, walking downstairs, and seeing the Russian cook.

Xaviera loved the smell of breakfast in the morning, seeing him make some bacon and eggs.

She smiled at that, and she felt how stiff her back was, along with her shoulders. She put her arms above her head and stretched, groaning at the knots in her muscles.

"Stiff, baby girl?" he asked with an amused smile, making her huff.

"A little bit. It's been some full days... And I haven't done any yoga in two weeks." she replied.

She sat down on her front, arching her back, getting into the cobra position, sighing as she felt her back pop, closing her eyes as the tension left her body little by little.

Next, she supported herself on her forearms, letting the rest of her body go forward, doing an upward-facing two-foot staff pose.

"It helps relax and relieve a lot of tension." she explained, bringing her feet closer until they were inches from her hands, her body forming an O form.

She saw his eyes widen and he moved over to her, dumbstruck expression at the position she was in.

"That... That helps you relax?" he asked.

"It looks like it fucking hurts." he commented, running his fingertips over the curve of her body and she had to bite her tongue from laughing; it was a rarity to shock the Russian.

"I don't think I've stretched probably since I wa-" Andrei started to speak, but the smell of burning bacon stopped him.

"Shit!" he quickly runs back to the stove.

"Motherfucker!"

She couldn't help but laugh at this, getting into the lotus position.

"Doesn't hurt at all when you've done it for years... Felines are very flexible, Wolfy." she answered his question with a wink, feeling herself be more confident, also very amused.

After he turned the stove off and threw the burnt breakfast out, he looked at her.

"Well little kitty if you keep that up, you're not going to be able to walk tomorrow." he winked back at her.

Xaviera shivered a little at his words, knowing that it takes just a little impulse for that promise to be a reality. She stretched like a cat, feeling the tension leave her body.

"Welp, want some cereal?" he asked with a smirk. She raised an eyebrow, an amused smile on her face.

"How about you let me do the cooking. I don't wanna see your hair on fire." she said, ruffling his faux hawk hair.

"How does pancakes sound? Or.... you want something specific?" she asked him.

He pulled away a little as she ruffled his light brown hair, looking down at her, only to tug at her hip, pulling her closer, raising an eyebrow.

"How about a feisty little American girl served on a plate?" he grinned, licking one of his canines.

Xaviera couldn't help the laugh escaping her; a genuine one, amused by the Russian's sexual humor.

"You are such a horny dog." she said with an amused smile.

"Alright, so pancakes it is then..." she replied, starting to prepare the new breakfast.

Andrei moved his hands up in the air in a surrendered way, stepping back, only to smack her ass as she turned around and he walked around the kitchen island, putting space between them.

The white-haired woman squeaked, almost dropping the batter for pancakes on the floor. She glared over her shoulder at him but decided to leave it at that if they actually wanted to eat something.

She started to cook, remembering how she missed her grandmother's cooking. She learned to cook from her. After half an hour, she set the plates of pancakes on the table.

"Would you like any topping with them?" she asked the Russian.

"Let's see." he said, getting up to the fridge, pulling out some butter and strawberry jam. She looked at him curiously.

"Let me show you something." he said, cutting the pancakes in down the middle.

"American pancakes are always too thick." he scoffed, then took the thin pancake slicing it halfway down the middle and spreading the butter and jam on.

"This is Belini... Russian traditional pancakes... They are much thinner." he continued to show her as he folded it in half, then half again.

"...and now you can eat it with your hand." he finished, grinning and taking a bite.

Xaviera had listened intently and she felt a drop of nostalgia, remembering how she was sitting in the kitchen with her grandmother while she cooked, little Xaviera looking and listening to each word.

Good memories.

Xaviera did the same with her pancakes as Andrei did.

"Like this?" she asked.

"...Just-wait." he said, coming beside her. She made a scary little flick upwards with the knife.

He grabbed the knife and skillfully cut the pancakes for her.

"You were doing fine, just you're not skilled with knives. I don't want you hurting yourself." he explained, letting her finish.

She felt herself blush at his words, that he doesn't want her to get hurt. It made her heart flutter.

"Perfect myshka.... Now grab some vodka and you're a true Russian." he joked, taking a bite of his food.

At that joke, she couldn't help but chuckle. He was the only one who could make her laugh so easily.

"I think I had vodka one time... In college? I am not much of a drinker, to be honest... Maybe on certain occasions?" she told him with a shy smile.

"It's not a liquor for everyone, its a strong one but it helps me relax when I'm home... shuts off my brain for a while." the Russian told her, making her nod.

"I'm not very good at holding my alcohol... Plus I hate my drunken self... So yes. I stay sober." she replied, shuddering at the thought of getting drunk... Especially around him.

God knows what might happen.

"What are you, an angry little drunk?" he asked with a soft laugh, taking another bite of his food.

Xaviera bites her lower lip, feeling her face go up in flames at his question. She wished she was an angry drunk and not a clingy and flirty one. It was so embarrassing.

"I wish..." she whispered, avoiding his gaze.

"Ok... Let's see...." Oh God, here he comes, starting to walk towards her, circling her much like a predator would do to their prey, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike.

"So not an angry drunk... and I don't think you're a sad one just by what you've shown me so far.... maybe...." he was right behind her now and that only made her anxiety grow.

"Maybe with all your years of sexual frustration and that little blush I seemed to pull..." he leaned in, feeling his breath on the skin of her neck.

She wanted to punch the living daylights out of him by how he was teasing her, not to mention he could read her like an open book which was so frustrating.

".....maybe you're an overly sexual drunk." she saw him from the corner of her eyes smirking, pressing his lips on her neck.

The feline was ready to throw some venomous insults when she felt his lips on her neck. He knew how to make her swallow his own words. She moaned lowly in her throat.

"W-What makes you..... S-So sure of it?" she asked, voice shuttering, feeling his hands move slowly down her thighs, then upward and underneath her shirt.

"Well baby girl...." he kissed her, her knees shaking and she melted inside at that pet name.

"All those years of not getting any can't be good to hold in..." his hands inched further up, burning her skin.

"....and by the fact you took me like such a good little girl without any complaints...." he growled lowly next to her ear, while one hand tweaked her nipple, a wicked grin on his face as she mewled. She could feel herself getting wet by his words; he was so blunt and to the point, it made her core itch for something to scratch her and she rubbed her thighs together, mewling; her nipple getting instantly hard.

"....well.... That just tells me everything." with that said, he moved quickly away, and she felt all his heat leave her body. He looked at her with wolfish eyes.

"See... look at ya."

She looked at him with a flustered red face, dumbfounded at what just happened.

"You're the most infuriating man I ever meet!" she snapped, looking away from him, trying to hide her arousal, but he only gave a full-on laugh.

"I've heard that one before..." he said, sipping on his tea, while his eyes were focused on her.

The Russian was driving her nuts, but she had to admit she loved to see the intimidating man laugh... and smile... and all because of her.

"You're so cute when you're flustered." he commented, getting up and making his way to the fireplace, putting some logs in, starting the fire up, and also lighting his cigarette. He walked to the couch sitting down and relaxing, while she finished her breakfast then she washed the dishes.

When she was finished she heard Andrei call her over.

"Come here, kitten."

Wiping her wet hands off, she walked over to him.

"What's the matter?" she asked with curiosity.

She saw his Adam apple bob up and down, swallowing.

"Nothing..... just want you." he spoke, motioning to his lap while taking a long drag of his cigarette.

Xaviera blinked at his answer and she gulped down. This was all new to her but she loved to be close to the Russian, despite the many times he infuriated her.

Slowly, she walked over until she was in front of him, standing there awkwardly for a few seconds, then she reluctantly put each of her knees on each side of him, getting onto his lap and looking at his naked broad chest.

Hooking two fingers under her chin he made her look up at him, taking a drag of his cigarette and blowing the smoke in her face. He captured her in a kiss, one hand supporting her hip while the other put his cigarette out in the ashtray. His now free hand moved into her hair, deepening the kiss.

Xaviera shivered as he touched her, he always managed to make her putty in his arms. She melted into the kiss, kissing back slowly, running her tongue over his bottom lip, while her hands played with his faux hawk, loving the feeling, like the fur of a wolf.

"I love your hair." she whispered against his lips.

He pulled away slightly, leaning his head back a little, exposing the underside of his jaw, and cocked a brow.

"You... you like my hair?" he asked her, ready to laugh.

Xaviera runs her fingers through his hair, humming at his question. She internally smirked, feeling in a mood to play a little.

"Mhmm.. It's wild like you...but also has a certain softness if you pay close attention." she whispered as she leaves butterfly kisses down his throat, so gentle like he was made of glass.

It all took a few seconds for his smirk to drop, light blue eyes turning icy cold at her words and she felt anxious, his neck and jaw tensed. With a swift motion, his hand clamped around her jaw making her look up at his cold eyes in warning.

Xaviera gasped at his sudden roughness. She knew he was dangerous, he proved that when he killed the poacher.

"And be reminded that I am wild myshka..." he moved his face closer to hers, snarling.

Of course, he was wild. You cannot simply take a wild creature and try to teach it funny tricks like it's a company pet. Xaviera knew that even the animals in captivity that seemed to be inoffensive could turn their attitude 180 degrees and kill you in a matter of seconds.

"...and I can take whatever I want from you when I want it." he growled, moving to her neck, holding her jaw upwards as he licked her bruises.

Her eyes widened at his words. If it was any other men she would have cut their balls off... But Andrei?

She couldn't help but mewl at his words, her eyes closing as he licked her bruised neck.

"I-I'm sorry...." she whimpered, turning from fierce feline to a submissive kitten.

"Good little girl." he growls, pulling away, only for his hands to run through her hair, pulling a few strands away from her face. Her insides turned at his praises, loving how he played with her hair. He presses his lips against her own, then moves along her jaw to her ear.

She was his good little girl. Her heart sparked at that.

"I like yours too." he smiles, nibbling on her earlobe, making her sigh in pleasure, her hands running down his chest.

"A-Andrei...." she breathed out, feeling so vulnerable and she was afraid... Afraid for the first time in years about something on the emotional level. He was getting under her skin, and not only in the sexual way, it was something much deeper and she didn't want to fall through the thin ice and drown in the cold water.

"I have an idea... what about a game?" he proposed.

Xaviera looked at him, her ears perked up at the mention of a game; she felt herself relax.

"A game? What kind of game?" she asked, a little confused.

"Well, the other night when I was looking around the cottage they have some games on the shelf...." he said, kissing her forehead, then lifting her off him, so he could move to the shelf.

"I figured everyone knows Jenga and in the army, I played it a lot when we were sitting around..." he told her, grabbing the game and setting it down on the table.

Xaviera's eyes lit up like a child's. She knew that game! She used to play it with her father when she was little.

"I know the game." she told him, getting comfortable on the couch.

"Got any interesting bets?" he raised his scarred brow in question at her.

Bet? Now that seems interesting.

"Suuuuuure. What bet are you thinking about?" she asked with a raised eyebrow.

Andrei sat down in the armchair across from the couch, eyeing her up like a wolf on a feast.

"So.... you know me, I love a challenge, so how about strip Jenga?" he asked with a wolfish grin.

"And I'm shirtless and you're pantsless so this can be fun."

The white-haired woman blushed at his proposition, but she wasn't one t chicken out, her competitive side coming out.

"Seems fair I am on." she told him, flashing a cheeky smile, making him chuckle.

"Alright... you know the rules.... claim your block and if you pull it out without the tower falling you're safe but if you can't pull it out the one you wanted then you lose something, alright kitten?" he explained, setting up the blocks, his eyes glimmering with the competition, the female matching his gaze with one of her own.

"Ladies first."

"What a gentleman." she mused, her eyes looking over the tower, inspecting it like a snake inspects a mouse, calculating in her head all the possibilities, until she settled for one in the middle of the tower, her tiny fingers clasping it and slowly pulling the block out.

"Your turn, Wolfy." she says with amusement.

"If you didn't know I'm a bit of a risk-taker." he speaks with confidence, eye up the bottom row all smugly, pulling away the bottom left block and placing it at the top.

"Be careful, myshka."

Xaviera's eyes were on him, the corner of her lip pulled up.

"I figured that one out from the first day I meet you, Wolfy." she whispered, her gaze moving to the tower, choosing a piece from the top, being careful, her eyes switching from it to the bottom of the tower, making sure it wasn't off-balance. She sighed as she managed to get this one too.

"You said something?" she asked with a little smug smile, trying to stop herself from giggling.

"Don't be so smug yet darling... we are not done." he said, pulling out the right block from the bottom row, hitching his breath as the tower swayed, but stood tall.

"Wanna give up?" he asked.

Xaviera bites her bottom lip. The bastard was going for the base of the tower. Smart.

"Not one bit." she said, her eyes scanning the tower, from left to the right, wondering what her next move should be.

She chose one in the middle again, her teeth clamping on her bottom lip with every inch that she pulled out, the tower swaying a little.

"Come on." she whispered, managing to get the last inch out, a big smile on her face.

"Don't underestimate little ol' me." she said in an innocent voice, seeing him twitch in anticipation, eyes dark and competitive.

"Alright, I see you... ok.. I'm going for the 3rd-row middle block." he claims, starting to pull on it and she smirks, hearing him curse, not able to pull it out completely.

"Son of a bitch.. guess I have to remove something." he says, standing up, undoing his belt and pants, leaving him just in his boxer briefs, dog tags, and socks.

Xaviera's eyes traveled down his torso between his legs, his boxers leaving little to the imagination and God... She was a sucker for powerful legs, especially thighs.

"Your turn baby girl." Andrei says, smirking at her. Her eyes drift back to his face and she huffed, knowing she was blushing.

"Aaaaalright, smart guy." she mused, trying one from the upper row only not managing to get it out. She groaned.

"Fine.... One goes off from me too." she said, getting her shirt off, not wearing a bra, her breasts were on display, the wolf tooth he gave her hanging between her breasts.

He quickly looked down, probably not wanting to lose concentration.

"Ugh ok...." he breathed slowly.

"Here we go." he prayed, going for the second top row, pulling out the right block, the tower swayed a little but not falling down.

Xaviera cursed inside. This seemed easier when she was little. She went for a middle top one, but it got stuck and when she tried to force it, she noticed the tower swaying, so she stopped. Her eyes moved up to him and she huffed. The last piece goes off. Her hands pulled on the waistband of her panties and she slowly pulled them down her legs, throwing them at his face.

Andrei growled, throwing them back at her.

"Who knew you were such a dirty player?" he snarled.

Xaviera rolled her eyes at him, calling her a dirty player. Pot kettle much? She shrugged her shoulders at him.

"But I'm still going to win." he said, breathing slowly as he went for the exact same block as Xaviera, pulling it out very precision, her eyes widening.

"Fuck yes!" he yelled, making Xaviera chuckle at his enthusiasm.

"What are you gonna do now baby girl?"

She examined the tower, going for a top one, a little to the left, trying to balance the tower a little. She took her time, slowly pulling it out and she sighed, relieved. Looking up at him, she gave an innocent smile.

"Your turn, all-mighty." she said with a wink, her playful side coming out more and more.

He pulled from the second row on the right a little too fast and Xaviera grinned as she saw the tower wobbling, ending up tumbling down to the table.

"Motherfucker!" he yelled, kicking the coffee table, making it loudly scrap against the hardwood.

Xaviera's lips slowly pulled into a smile as the tower started to sway, so much until it crumbled down, making her grin in victory. She looked amused at Andrei, reminding her of a little child who threw a tantrum.

"Looks like I am the big champion." she said with a chuckle.

"Of what? A stupid game?" he scoffed, putting his pants on and walking over to the kitchen, rummaging through the cabinets.

Xaviera rolled her eyes at his childish attitude, getting herself dressed as well.

"You cannot always win. Sometimes you lose." she replied back, crossing her arms over her chest, only for Andrei to flip her off.

He found a bottle of Himalayan whisker, cracking it open and taking a sip of it, hissing at the strong beverage.

"Ugh, fuck... this is terrible." he said, pouring himself a glass, walking towards the couch, swirling the unfamiliar liquid in his glass.

Xaviera raised an eyebrow at him, shaking her head as he started to drink.

"Drinking your defeat down?" she asked, amused at his headstrong attitude, sitting down on the couch.

Andrei harshly glared at her.

"You know, you got a pretty smart mouth on ya... if you don't stop I'm going end up putting it to work." he spat.

"Uhhhh.... I'm scared." she said, and that's all that was needed for the Russian to lose his patience.

He sat his glass of alcohol on the table in front of the couch, then in a flash, his hand fisted her long snow-white hair, her knees meeting the hardwood floor, looking up at Andrei with wide eyes, in front of him between his legs.

"W-What are you doing?" she gasped as his free hand started to unbuckle the belt of his cargo pants, the sound of the zipper being tugged down followed.

He flashed her a dark smirk, pulling his already hard cock out from the coffins of his pants.

"Since you wanna act like a fucking brat, I'm gonna treat you like one." he answered, hand wrapping around the veiny length, he tugged her head closer, her hands pushing against his muscular thighs.

"None of that! Now.... Pucker up for Daddy." he growled, making her legs trembled and she felt a gush of wetness pool inside her panties at that name, her knees trembling as she meets his hard gaze, knowing there was no way out of this.

Gulping down, she puckered her lips, slowly inching closer until her lips meet the rosy tip, her eyes looking up at him all innocently from under her eyelashes.

"Open up." he told her, but she kept her mouth shut, only to receive a slap to the cheek with his cock, making her blush furiously.

"Open up now, myshka.... Or I am gonna fuck your throat." he warned her, and she knew he always kept to his promises.

Swallowing her pride, she opened her mouth, her tongue poking out and giving the tip a shy lick, only for him to growl again, making her squeak slightly.

"Don't fucking tease me."

Gulping down, she wrapped her lips around the tip, starting to suck, masculine musk invading her senses. She tried to remember a conversation she heard in college between the girls about pleasing men down there.

'The tip is the most sensitive. Work on that. Oh! And don't forget the balls.'

Well, that was assuring. She started to work her mouth more on the tip, while one of her hands moved to the base, moving up and down.

"Aren't you a fast learner, kitten?" he asked, chuckling as he pushed her further down his length, making her throat tense.

'Relax your throat.' It was pretty hard to take on that advice with how big he was. She needed to make him cum quickly or else he was going to choke her.

Her tongue swirled around the tip, her free hand moving to grasp his balls gently, massaging them, making sure she pleased him, not creating discomfort.

"My, my.... Myshka, you're a natural." he said, the tip of his fingers massaging her scalp.

She felt a shiver of pride and pleasure run down her spine at his actions and words. That innocent feminine pride, that she could please a guy that was much more experienced than average.

The tip of her tongue moved over the little slit, pushing against it, only to hear a loud snarl from the Russian. Her eyes widen when both his hand's fist into her white mane, in one quick move, pushing his whole length into her mouth and down her throat. Her hands quickly grasped his thighs, fingernails digging into his cargo pants as tears formed at the corner of her eyes, falling down her rosy cheeks.

"Now, that's a good girl." he growled, her throat constricting around his cock and she thought she was going to pass out, only for him to yank her off his cock, a string of saliva connecting his length and mouth.

"Anything smart ya have to say, kitten?" he asked harshly, predatory eyes eating her alive.

Her swollen lips trembled, not able to even form a word. Not giving her any more time, he pushed back into her mouth and she tried to relax as much as possible, but it was hard with the Russian literally fucking her mouth.

"That's how you look the best.... with my cock down your throat, baby girl." he growled, thrusting harshly inside her mouth, drool running down her chin.

"Here comes the prize, little slut." he snarled, cumming inside her mouth, making her choke at the salty taste.

He pulled out quickly, making her squeak as he finished the rest on her face, rubbing the tip of his cock against her cum covered lips.

"Now, that's a pretty face." he commented, running his hand through her hair.

She gasped out, swallowing down what was in her mouth, trying to control her breathing and the way her heart was smashing against her ribcage. She looked up to see him getting up, walking to the kitchen and getting a cloth, dipping it in water then coming back, cleaning her face-off, while he looked into her eyes.

"So beautiful, myshka." he whispered, his hand stroking her cheek as he pressed a kiss to her forehead, butterflies inside her from his words and gentle touches. They stayed like that until...

"Round two on Jenga?" Andrei asked with a smirk, his eyes glimmering with mischief.

She smiled and nodded, giggling at his competitive self.

The rest of the day they played Jenga, which resulted in Andrei breaking the table in two, then Xaviera made dinner, eating in silence, enjoying their food, then Andrei made tea and now they were sitting in front of the fireplace; Xaviera sitting on his lap with her back pressed against his broad chest.

They were enjoying the warmness of the flames while drinking tea; an image of pure tranquility after a long day.

Xaviera never felt so relaxed, so homely; a feeling she hasn't felt in ages, to belong somewhere. She was always traveling, well, most of the time and her hometown in North Dakota didn't felt like home. Maybe the whole world was her home, like an animal that was always on the run.

These past days were chaos, but the kind that makes you involuntarily smile, that chaos that also brings beautiful memories that you simply cannot forget.

She leaned her head back against the Russian's chest, feeling his chest move up and down with each breath. She just savored the quietness and peacefulness that felt almost foreign to her.

So much that she forgot that tomorrow she must leave, as did he....which means they would say goodbye, departing into different paths.

#Andrei x Xaviera #Xaviera Lah-Mo #Andrei Kulokova #God this chapter is really long #But I had a blast and amazing time writing it #This couple has been making my days better and better #Love Them!!!!#Original characters #Slasher OCs #Story Time!

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Each Eye (6/8)

Kylo was the most feared boss in the entirety of New York City. They said that the crime families were no more, that they had disappeared with the end of an era. You knew it wasn’t true, you saw first hand. The families didn’t disappear, they simply went underground, adapted.

Lucky for you, your man, and your family, no one could ever get rid of crime. Not really.

Mob!Kylo Ren x Reader

5.6k; NSFW

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When he returned to you, he was bloody. Covered in it, the mess. He’s silent as he moved through the apartment, as if to not wake you, as if you weren’t already awake. You’re sitting on the big grey couch, wrapped up in your robe, concerned. You knew, you knew he was capable, but there’s something in the wait his gait is slowed slightly that made you anxious.

“Did you have fun?” You asked him, and he nodded with a sigh, one hand pressed to his side.

You reached out for him, and he without any hesitation removed the bloody palm from his waist, linked the fingers through yours.

You led him through the apartment, and he’s careful not to track blood on the carpeting as you go into the bathroom.

He’s not in the mood to talk, you could tell. But that was okay, he didn’t have to. He’s out of it, but that’s okay too, all he needs is a bath and some sleep. Normally you’d corral him into the shower, but there’s something in the weight of his shoulders that seemed to you like he was in need of a good soak.

So, while you instructed him wordlessly to strip, you dumped salts and oils into the grand tub and went to the linens closet for rags that you could use to soak up and scrub away the evidence of this night.

“Show me?” You asked, sitting on the edge of the tub as it filled with hot water.

He’s naked before you, and he stepped in between your legs just as you told him. He’s exhausted, and you gave him a small loving smile as your hands smooth up the muscles of his strong thighs. He’s been stabbed, right in the abdomen, just below his belly button. You sucked in a deep breath and hummed out the exhale, dipping the wash cloth into the soapy water, ringing it out.

“This might sting.” You said softly, and he nodded, hands flexing and clenching into fists at his sides.

Other than those small movements, he didn’t show any sign of being in too much discomfort as you cleaned his wound. Although, you reasoned, nothing could really be more uncomfortable than being stabbed in the first place. The blood around the wound had dried and crusted, coagulated and already begun to heal. It wasn’t a deep cut, not a deep wound, thank goodness. Maybe only an inch or so in, nothing important compromised.

Still, an inch was deep enough for stitches, and you pointed to the medicine cabinet on the other side of the bathroom.

He knew exactly what you wanted, and he grabbed it with ease, the suture kit resting where it always did, on the top shelf. He handed it to you and watched you as you got to work.

You didn’t know, at this point, how many times you’d stitched him up. You were no medical student, no doctor, not by any means. You thought back to that very first time, the very first evening you had tried to save him, had tried so desperately to get his bleeding face to close. You hadn’t been very good then, hands shaking as tears blurred your vision, your resolve nearly cracked and broken, nearly shattered into nothingness, as evidence in his flesh from the mangled scar that splits all the way down to his throat.

You hadn’t been very good, but you had been good enough.

Now though, now you feel like you could do this blindfolded, the small seam of his wound closing evenly. He’d scar of course, but nothing like the gnarled mess that was the one on his face. You applied bandages on top of it with steady hands, waterproofed the area on his abdomen with a special patch that allowed him to happily sigh as he sunk into the tub.

Almost immediately, the water ran a sick pink, and your stomach churned because you knew that this time it was his.

You never had a problem with blood, not once. Not unless it was his.

You sat on the edge, carefully poured a cup of the water over his hair, red rivulets streaming from his handsome locks.

“Who did it?” You asked, because you had to know.

Kylo only sighed again, gestured to his pants that lay in a heap on the floor. You nudged the pants over to you with your foot, not wanting to get them stained with any more blood than they already were. The cleaners were going to have a field day with this one, you thought. The splatters which sprayed all across the soft fabric would no doubt be impossible to get out.

In the pocket was his little prize for you, his little trinket he brought back. He always brought something back for you, your man did.

Your eyes widened at the sight of it, the small golden ring. You could recognize that symbol anywhere, that imagery. You turned to him, and he only nodded, asked for your hand with his own. You gave it to him, and he slipped the ring on your middle finger. You already wore a ring there, you already wore a ring on all your fingers. But this one, this gift was no simple band, this one was ornate enough to win a spot on your hand, a display of your prize, of Kylo’s kill.

“We’re really in it now, aren’t we?” You asked, and he only leaned his head back against the tub, only sank down enough to blow bubbles in the frothy pink bloody suds that pooled around his chest.

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He adored you, you knew. Worshipped the ground you walked on. He’s killed for you, would kill again for you, if only you said the word.

And you do, sometimes. When you’re in the mood, when you’re feeling scorned enough, when you’re feeling burned enough, when you’re feeling ruthless enough. You do.

But on the whole, Kylo had so much energy, so much pent up aggression he harbored inside his chest, that he doesn’t know what to do with; he doesn’t know what to do with it, so he spent it all on you. Better that, than killing. There’s no body count attached to his riches.

Well, not directly, anyway.

He decorated you with the finest things, cloaked you in nothing but luxury, ensured your appearance is exactly how you want it, exactly up to the standards you demand. And though you were no kept woman, not by any means, you wore the gifts happily, wore them eagerly, wore them with pride.

You had your favorites, because of course you did. It’s the jewelry, anyone who knew you would know, anyone who took one look at you would know how much you love jewelry. You’re adorned in gold from your head to your feet. The furs and the shoes and the bags and the stuff was all nice, but you really loved the jewelry.

Your ears sported diamonds encrusted into heavy thick karats, your neck a display of wealth all on its own. From the weight of your Magen David in solid gold, to the pretty braided chains which glinted in the light, you sparkled everywhere you walk. Your wrists were never bare, an elegant watch worth more than some apartments on the lower east side forever clasped around your pulse.

Not that you needed it of course, when Kylo was the one frequently checking the time.

He kissed them, all of them, each chain and pendant and diamond, each strand of gold spun across your body. He lavished the attention on them, on you, in the early light of dawn. It was five in the morning, as it always was when he wakes you, but this time he didn’t wake you with his hands sprawling across your body in that hungry hungry hungry way of his – no, he is far more careful with you, far more slow.

Purposeful.

You wondered if it was because of everything that was going on, everything that was going to happen.

“Kylo,” You whispered, stretching out the sleep from your calves as he brought his lips down like a soft rain across your skin, peppered kisses in his wake.

“Hmm?” He hummed into the spot below your ear, worrying your gold chain between his teeth.

At least he’s talking now, you thought to yourself, as your hands carded through his hair. It’s soft now that it’s clean, you smiled to yourself. Smiled only because somehow, somehow he always returned to this, to this handsome, strong, capable man. No matter how ragged he looked when he showed up after a job, no matter how out of it he had gotten in all the killing, he woke up to kiss you and be soft and sweet against your skin.

It was a shame that the only times he ever felt comfortable enough to be so soft, was the early dawn of twilight, was when he was in bed with you. It’s a shame you’d have to interrupt this morning ritual of his, this daily routine of how he worships your body.

“I have something we need to talk about.” You knew there was never going to be a good time for this, never going to be the right time.

But he was in a good mood, in a decent mood, anyway, lost in the touch smell sight of you. He sucked in a sharp breath and sank his teeth down into the crook where your shoulder met your neck, making you sigh out a happy little gasp of pleasure.

“Right now?” He grumbled, removing his face from your throat and lifting your hands to his lips.

You are covered in jewelry all over, but especially on your fingers. How could one forget to mention the way you have a ring on each one, bands snugly fit, perfectly fit, around all ten fingers. Not all of them had been gifts from Kylo, contrary to popular belief. Some had come from your family, before you were Mrs. Ren, before you were anyone’s wife. Back when you were simply a beloved daughter of one of the largest crime families in New York, back when you were the ultimate mob princess, you wore some of these rings.

Among these are the signet ring which bore your maiden crest, it lived forever on your pinky. A second signet, one that bore your husband’s name, lived on your second pinky.

Kylo kissed them both.

The new one, he didn’t.

“It’s about Rey.” You answered him, as he pressed a respectful kiss to your ring, the whole thing very on brand, when you thought about it.

Kylo liked to say that the old way of doing things was dead, that the old way of the mob was over. But sometimes, sometimes glimmers of the world which your husband so idolized shone through, in small gestures, small acts like this.

He kissed the wedding band, the engagement ring, the decorative and sentimental rings that were warm from your sleep, pressed your palms to the sides of his cheeks and kissed them too.

“I know.” He admitted, making you raise an eyebrow in mild surprise, when he said, “I know she’s lying.”

“You do?” You asked, wondering why he held that to himself, why he wouldn’t have gone out then and there to cut out her tongue, to shut her up. You wondered if he’s planning on it, if he’s waiting for you to give him the permission to do it.

He didn’t need your permission, not really, not technically.

But he’d never do anything without it.

He’s nodding, and your hands smoothed back into his hair once again, scratched gently at his scalp in that way that has him shuddering, has him melting into your embrace, practically purring against you as he kisses you deep.

“I recognized the look in your eye.” He said, and you smiled at that, at how he knew not because of his sister’s own actions, but because of yours. He’s not smiling, however, when he regarded you with cross-eyed vision from being so close, foreheads pressed together when he asked, “What are we going to do about her?”

“I haven’t decided yet. I’m meeting with her for brunch. You’re technically not invited.” You sighed, as Kylo rolled you both over, so that he could cradle your skull against his chest, so you could relax against the breadth of his body.

“Technically?” He asked, and your smile when you look up at him tells him everything he needs to know.

“Technically.” You winked, and he’s already preparing for a long fucking day.

“I’m hungry now.” He hummed, licking his lips, heat in his eyes as his pupils widened.

Knowing what he wanted, you’re more than happy to oblige, more than happy, eager. Your hips open up as your legs spread for him, and he took in a deep pleased breath as he shuffled his way down, kissed his way down your body.

You’re wet for him, body automatically craving him. Your hands cupped his shoulders, those strong broad muscles, tips of your fingers digging into the meat as he pried your legs farther, just far enough to wrap his huge arms around your thighs.

He nuzzled his face into your pussy, kissing and licking all the skin, all the flesh he could. His tongue parted your folds with ease, and he pressed his nose right up against your clit, right away, making you chuckle out a moan, a soft little gasp that only spurred him on.

“Oh Kylo,” You bit at your lips, arched your back for him, “You’re so – yes! – good.”

It was impossible, to gauge how long his tongue was, sometimes. Sometimes it felt as thick and heavy as his cock when he fucked you, sometimes it felt broad and wide, you could never tell. All you knew was he sucked and wriggled his way as far into your cunt as he could, thrusted his tongue deep into you, lapped up your slick and your juices like he was a man dying of thirst. Your hips bucked up against his face in little desperate motions you had no control over, your body just as hungry for the pleasure he gives you as he is of your taste.

And taste you he did, he ran his tongue over and over and over your folds, scooped up all the wetness he could with the curl of his tongue, that very same curl which echoed your toes as your feet rubbed against his sides, tangled in the soft sheets.

“Mmm,” He coaxed an orgasm out of you, just by sheer pressure of his nose on your clit and his tongue dragging against your gspot.

But he wouldn’t be satisfied with just one, of course he wouldn’t. You were surprised he didn’t want to fuck you right away, didn’t want to come in you. Maybe he would, after he got his fill of turning you into a pliant trembling mess. You were already well on your way for that, a gentle warmth like liquid gold sloshing around in your veins as he pulled himself back up the bed, hand cupping your cunt.

“Where?” He asked, slipping two fingers up into you, making your head loll to the side on your pillow, making it roll towards him so he could kiss the moan off your lips as he fingered you.

“The Baccarat.” You gasped out, “We’re going for tea.”

He rolled his eyes, before pushing your head to the other side so he could sink his teeth into your throat, mark you up in that way of his that was too possessive and controlling. It made you moan.

“Why am I not surprised?” He muttered, adding a third finger into the mix and crooking them inside you, stroking the walls of your cunt as you whimpered and whined, wanting more friction.

“She – honey,” You tried, but moaned instead, sentence choked off. It was getting harder and harder to talk, especially when all you wanted was to beg to be fucked. “We need her to be comfortable, because otherwise she won’t talk.” You managed, and you could feel his expression, could feel the eyebrow raised against your neck.

“Is that what this is? You’re going to get her to talk?” He asked, smirking against you as your back arched some more, toes curling in the sheets, knees wanting to close in around his hand.

“Yes! I mean – oh fuck honey – I mean,” You whined, pressing your chest out, luring him in between your tits, “I’m going to get her to confess.”

Kylo took the bait, nuzzled his face into your cleavage, his thumb swirling little zig zags over your clit. His three fingers slowly thrust in and out of you as he bit at the flesh of your breasts, as he sucked on your nipple. You felt like you were on fire, tingling all over, and your mind was hazy, so hazy.

“You’re good at that.” Kylo said, and for a minute you didn’t even know what he was talking about.

“I’m good at a lot of things.” You replied with a smile, as he withdrew his fingers and wiped them on your hip in a way that made your nose crinkle.

“Hmm, are you?” He asked, dragging your hips down the bed enough to prop them up and slide his big cock in, now that you were properly stretched and warm and melting in a puddle of sex and lust and love. He bottomed out easily, his breathing heavy in your ears. He was so chatty today, in such a good mood today, you couldn’t help but think to yourself as he pushed all your thoughts out of your ears like mush.

“Watch it.” You tugged on his ear with a pleasure weak hand, before his hips began to move and all you could really come up with was, “Yes! Yes, thank you.”

He fucked you until the sun began to peek up over the city skyline, until the sound of traffic competed with the sound of his grunts loud in your ear. He moaned your name, over and over again, a prayer dripping from his lips as he nosed at your cheek, as he bruised the corner of your mouth with his tongue.

He was so attentive, so caring, so good to you, and you told him so.

“Handsome,” You purred, your pussy clenching down hard around him in an effort to make him keen, “My handsome man, look at how perfect you fill me. Do you feel that? Feel what you do to me?”

“Fuck, (Y/N), please – I – ” It’s his turn now, his turn to be overwhelmed with the feeling of you consuming him. Your cunt sucking him up into your body, your hands scratching bleeding marks, stripes of your nails down his back.

You marked his throat up in just the same manner as he had done yours, lips and teeth worrying the flesh there, declarations of ownership. Every part of you belonged to him wholeheartedly – but every part of him was yours just as equally.

“I love fucking you.” He grunted out, a rare display, “I love this pussy, fuck, you’re mine.”

“Come in me, please?” You encouraged, gave him the permission he needs, the praise he craved, a fist tight in his hair as you licked up his pule, licked up the sweat that’s begun to bead against his skin. He’s salty and musky, and tasted like sex, tasted like you. “Please, Kylo?”

He growled, his hips thrusting erratically until they’re not thrusting at all, until he’s just pushing you up up up the bed, up as far as he can get his cock into you. You squeezed his cock with your cunt, milked him for everything he’s worth, as he dropped himself down onto your chest. Your hands slipped over his back, smeared the sweat around as his hips rolled, ground against yours.

“(Y/N),” he still begged, still somehow ached for more, even as you could feel his come spreading inside you, could feel it coating your insides, painting every inch of you.

“Take what you need.” You whispered; voice hoarse as you combed your fingers gently through his hair.

He nodded, tears in his eyes from being so stimulated, muscles on fire as he fucked you through his orgasm, drool and spit stringing from his lips, his tongue as he wrapped his lips around one of your stiff nipples.

“Honey -- !” You hummed, drunk on him.

You came from that, from the feeling of his huge dick pushing his come in and out of you, from the way he rubbed right up against your gspot over and over again, from the way he tugged and sucked at your tits.

Pushing yourself as close to him as possible, your pleasure weak bodies rolled to the side, legs tucked around one another to keep his cock inside you still, inside you for as long as it would take before he softened, before the sweat began to cool and itch, before all his come and your come would begin to leak out of you and soil the sheets.

A crack of sunlight from between the curtains fell across his face. His eyes were so brown, you thought happily. So handsome and deep and dark and mysterious – except not really mysterious, not to you. He blinked at you, content. You smiled at him, lifted a hand to smooth back his hair. He didn’t smile back, but that was okay, smiles weren’t something that came easy to Kylo.

He wound his arms around you, big palms warm and clammy on your bare back, and he shuddered a little, the cool air of morning and the last of his pleasure sliding across his body.

“I want to go in with you.” He said, voice low, deep.

You smiled, cupped his cheeks in your hands and brought him in for a kiss, one that he’s so eager to meet that he accidentally clacked your teeth together for.

“You can’t.” You told him, remembering the promise you had made to Rey.

You at the very least, kept your promises.

Kylo knew this, and he grumbled about it, grumbled and muttered as one of his hands slid around to the star that rested against your chest, the pretty gold pendant that was warm and fogged up from the steam between your bodies.

“I know, but I want to.” He said, deadly serious, even in the playful atmosphere of your post-sex glow. “Are you going to record her?” He asked, nudging the underside of your chin so your head could tip back, so he could softly kiss at your pulse, so he could soothe the angry marks he littered there.

“She’s not stupid, she’ll know that something’s up if I have the phone right there on the table and I don’t touch it at all.” You hummed, cradling the back of his head as he smeared his love against your skin.

“Take my phone.” He suggested, pulling away just long enough to reach across the big bed and grab at his phone, handing it to you even though you wouldn’t have to leave for a good couple hours. “Put it on airplane mode so no one bothers you and leave it in your purse. That way you can have yours to scroll through and it won’t be so suspicious. I’ll be watching from the other side of the street in case there’s trouble.”

You grinned, it was a good idea. You could have the purse right in your lap, or even better, on the side of the table so it would be between the two of you during lunch. You didn’t really like the thought of not being able to communicate with Kylo, but if he was watching you like a hawk then it didn’t really matter too much, you reasoned.

“Do you think she’s running business behind my back?” Kylo asked, deadly deathly serious, so serious that it reminded you of why you were the one meeting with Rey today, and not him. “Tell me honestly.”

“Honestly? No, I don’t think she’s capable of it.” You said, “But that doesn’t mean I don’t think she’s incapable of anything.”

The sun began to rise more fully, and that crack of light broadened into a thick beam that illuminated the scarred side of your husband’s face. He really was so handsome, you thought, with his dark hair splayed out on the pillow like that, his features so strong, so striking.

Sometimes, if you looked too long at Kylo, at his scar, you remember that night. You remember the agony, the heartbreak, the terror of him bleeding out and dying on your floor in the bathroom. You remembered the taste of blood and iron and copper, remembered the tears and the decay and the fury, blind fury that coursed through your veins as you begged and pleaded for the universe to spare him, to keep him with you.

Sometimes, if you looked too long at Kylo, you remembered why he had the scar in the first place. You remembered the murder, how his father still laid at the bottom of a river only you knew, the bottom of a chasm where he was no doubt eaten away, washed away by his own misfortune and poor luck, his own poor choices. You remembered the withered old man who had ordered the domino to drop, the catalyst to form, the chain reaction to take place.

Sometimes, if you looked too long at Kylo, you remembered what you did to him, to Snoke.

But you’re looking at Kylo, and Kylo was looking at you, and for now, the only thoughts in your head were of how pleased you felt, how warm and relaxed, in his embrace.

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You got there early, of course.

Dressed to the absolute nines, from your head down to your toes, you sat in a plush arm chair against the window, an interesting glass texture providing some privacy from the onlookers on the street as they walked past. Still, through the window you saw the shape of the cars parked across the street.

Kylo was in one, one of the older cars that you didn’t take out too often so it wouldn’t be so suspicious, and then the car Dopheld had parked. Normally you felt quite bad, just having the driver sitting around and waiting for you, normally you told him to go do whatever it was he wanted to pass the time. He certainly had the funds to shop if he wanted, or to grab a bite to eat where he felt in the mood. But he had insisted on staying right outside, so that’s where he was.

The Baccarat was a charming little hotel, you thought as you waited, posture relaxed but not too relaxed, alert yet not overly stiff. You had a clipping from the morning’s newspaper in your lap resting against one of your thighs where your legs were one over the over, a pen in hand as you went down and across the little checkerboard of clues.

The tea room was very different from the one at the Plaza, not that that was a bad thing. It had an air of looking almost like a high end salon, or like a lobby, not at all like a restaurant. The walls were a champagne pink color, and there were no real tables, rather plush armchairs with circular coffee tables to provide an atmosphere of a more intimate relaxed brunch. The chandeliers were clean and the light reflected nicely off the many crystal vases that decorated the place. You thought there should be something in those vases, like fresh flowers, or any sign or live plants for that matter, but you didn’t care too much.

You did however, take notice of the strange shelving units made of polished silver metal, which housed all sorts of nick-knacks that you assumed were meant to populate the area with visual interest. You weren’t sure how you felt about it all, and returned your attention to the task in your lap, as you waited for Rey to show up.

When she finally did, you were nearly done with the puzzle before you. The click of her heels on the chevron wood flooring was well timed, you thought, as the armchair across from you pulled out and your sister in law sat down.

“Do you like crosswords?” You asked by way of greeting, circling the final clue and folding the piece of newspaper up.

“Am I late?” Rey asked, just a little too shy of defensive.

“Hm?” You replied, finally looking up at her and giving her a warm smile, “No, no you’re right on time.”

Rey fixed her hair and pushed her seat closer to the little coffee table, took a deep breath and looked out the window, only to find the sight of the street blurred and obscured by the wavy glass.

“There was traffic.” She said, her shoulders too square.

“There’s always traffic.” You replied, echoing something she herself had snapped at your husband, only a couple days ago.

How strange, that the dinner was only a couple days ago? That it hadn’t barely been a week since this shitshow had started. It never ceased to amaze you, the irony of the universe. Some months there was nothing of any interest happening, no drama, no scandals – just the work. But some months, some months it felt like there was a new crisis every day.

You wondered if there’d be one today too.

“Do you?” You asked, because Rey still hadn’t answered your question, and you were genuinely curious about the answer.

“Do I what?” Rey asked, too wrapped up in her own mind to know what you meant.

“Like them, crosswords.” You clarified, already watching her, already reading her.

“Sometimes.” She admitted, and you smiled, pleased that your dramatic little exit plan could be executed.

“I tend to do them in the mornings over coffee, but I figured why not pull out one for brunch while I waited.” You smiled, tried your best to be warm, even when you felt no such affection for her.

Rey looked around at the hotel tea room, gestured to the waiter to get their attention. They gave you both a nod, and began wrapping up whatever it was they were saying to one of the other guests who sat across the room at a different set of arm chairs and table.

“Were you waiting long?” Rey worried, and you shook your head, waved her off.

She was so tense.

“No not at all, I just wanted to ensure we got a table.” You explained, making room for the waiter who had just arrived at your table, to place down clean plates and polished silverware, to hand you both menus. “I’m particular about where I like to sit.”

You smiled at the nice waiter, and they left you alone to glance through the different teas and offerings that they served.

“Understandable.” Rey said, looking through the menu herself, which you thought was kind of funny considering she frequents the place. “Do you come here often, to the Baccarat?”

“Not nearly as much as I would like! We tend to favor tea at the Plaza, since Gwen lives there and everything. I think I can count on one hand the amount of times that I’ve been here.” You put the menu down, and folded the white linen napkin in your lap, an action which Rey mirrored automatically.

“Gwen likes the Plaza better too, but it’s hard getting her out of the apartment sometimes, so I ask to come here. Nice change of scenery.” She said, a fond smile gracing her lips.

You felt bad, because no doubt after today, after this week, after all this was over, she wouldn’t be seeing Gwen again.

“Definitely a change of scenery, and their menu is just as varied. I already know what I’m ordering.” You tried to keep the conversation light, tried keeping her as comfortable as possible before all the questions began. Because they would begin, once you both had some tea in your bodies, some sandwiches in your hand.

Tea and sandwiches made everything much easier, you found.

“And what might that be?” Rey asked.

“I was hoping you’d indulge me in sharing the Sultan Abdulaziz.” You smiled, and there was a look of shock on her face for all of a moment before she schooled her expression into something more controlled.

“That’s what I prefer to order, you’re in luck.” She said, and you resisted the urge to bite out an, I know.

“Oh, am I?” You teased, the playful tone in your voice calming her a little, her shoulders softening into the back of the armchair, “Well I’m glad that worked out.”

And as you gave her a smile, and she smiled back, you couldn’t help but think to yourself that she didn’t know what the hell she was in for.

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A Soul to Mend His Own | Ch. 12

Warning, if it hasn’t been obvious in the movies there is Nazi symbolism within the First Order. I will expand on this much more throughout the story. If this is something that bothers you, please just exit the story. The author does not condone any Nazi ideals, this is just for fictional uses only.

A Kylo Ren x Modern! Reader in a soulmate au with some canon divergence. —————————————SLOWBURN————————————–He is already the Supreme leader, searching the universe to find you, his Empress. Your name on his wrist has been the only constant in his life, while you have doubts about his existence and his acceptance of you. He isn’t in the database and why did the name Kylo Ren cover Ben Solo?

Originally posted on my Ao3 Crystallclover (If you can’t find it here)

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Chapter 12: An Awkward Goodnight

You arrived back at your chambers, once inside Kylo removed his helmet and set it on the ashes. He no longer had your arm in his. This disappointed you—the lack of contact. He headed up the stairs to the bedroom and you followed.

He stood at the end of his bed awkwardly. You headed to your room, the door opened and you saw something in the room that wasn’t there earlier. A large bouquet of your favorite flowers was on the side table. You gasped turning toward Kylo, “Thank you. They are beautiful.”

You saw Kylo smile quickly before turning his head away from you. “You’re welcome. Goodnight.” You could see him trying to control his breathing. Taking deep breaths and seemed tense in his shoulders.

You shut the door to your room. Now alone for the first time all day you let out a breath that you didn’t know you were holding. You gathered your thoughts for a moment. Before thinking too much you moved to your bag and got ready for bed. You grabbed the pajamas and headed to the bathroom. It looked relatively normal to you with a vanity sink, a toilet, a large bathtub and a separate glass shower.

Finishing preparing for bed you headed over to the bed. You quickly unpacked and moved things into the closet, knowing you wouldn’t be able to sleep if things were out of place. When finished you moved to get into bed, you messed with the panel off to the side of the bed until the lights turned off.

You hoped that this day wasn’t just a dream. A lot happened and you were trying to remember it all, just in case, it was a dream. You moved to lay on your side and just stared at the flowers until you fell asleep.

The next morning you woke up with the slowly brightening lights of your room, squinting you wondered what time it was because you realized you forgot to set an alarm. You jumped out of bed looking for your phone. You found it, saw it was at 10% and that it was 9:00 am. This was the latest you had slept in since starting your full-time job. You weren’t able to plug in your phone as there were no plugins and you weren’t getting any service anyways so it did not bother you.

You got up and got dressed, a sweater and a pair of jeans, the ship was cold so you felt it was justified. You made the bed and left the room. You noticed Kylo wasn’t in his room and made your way to the kitchen but before you could do that there was a junior officer in the main living space.

“Oh, hello! Are you looking for the Supreme Leader,” you asked the short brunette man.

“Oh no, I’m sorry my lady. The Supreme Leader has informed me that I am to be at your service today,” said the man nervously.

“Ok, and your name is,” you asked.

He flinched at this, knowing he was probably supposed to introduce himself, to begin with.

“I’m sorry my lady, my name is Lieutenant Dopheld Mitaka,” he replied tightly gripping his hat in his hands.

“It’s nice to meet you, Lieutenant. I just woke up and have yet to have breakfast, have you eaten yet,” you ask.

The lieutenant seemed surprised by your question, “Yes ma’am I have, would you like me to help you order something?”

“That would be lovely, thank you,” you could tell that he was prepared to meet a different type of person than you. At first, he seemed scared but now he seemed to relax a little bit. He pulled out a small data pad from his pocket.

“Is there anything in particular that you would like to eat,” he asked.

“What do you have that is similar to Earth food?”

At this question, he seemed to frown not knowing what you were asking exactly. “Do you have pancakes,” you ask.

“Yes! Would you like some,” he asked unsure.

“Yes, with maple syrup if there is any and more importantly is there coffee?”

“Yes, ma’am I will order some right away is there anything else you need ma’am?”

“Not at this moment. Thank you, Lieutenant.” With that, he punched in your order on the data pad and you walked over to the dining table. You invited him to sit. “The Supreme Leader said I may return to earth today if I want. How would I go about doing that?”

“Yes ma’am, the Supreme Leader has requested that you be guarded by General Pryde and Commander Pyre with a squad of stormtroopers. Of course, I am to be at your service.”

You were surprised at the amount of protection that Kylo seemed to deem necessary. But you just nodded at the lieutenant. The door to the mailroom opened and the same droid from last night appeared with your food. You thanked it before it left and it beeped at you in response.

“Do you have access to the Supreme Leader’s schedule,” you asked the lieutenant.

“Yes, ma’am. He is in meetings most of the day, but he had set aside sometime in the late afternoon for you. He told me that it would be your decision as to what you wanted to do with that time.”

You wondered if there would be enough time for him to meet Carter and Hayden. But you thought better of it for now. Not knowing how he would react to meeting them. Plus it sounded like you would be near Earth for a while since things were behind schedule. You finished eating.

“I think I would like to return to Earth. Could you let the Supreme Leader know, and ask him if there is anything he would like me to do while I am there?”

The lieutenant nodded and sent a message through the data pad. “The general is currently on the bridge, would you like me to message him that you would like to leave or would you like to go directly to him?”

“Go to him I think. Last night the Supreme Leader gave meh a tour but I wasn’t able to really figure out the hallways.”

And with that, you both were off down the winding corridors of the ship making your way to the bridge. Just like yesterday officers ducked off to the side for you and stood at attention until you passed. You and the lieutenant came to the bridge, once again silence fell over the officers. You could tell this made the lieutenant a bit anxious, but General Pryde made his way over to you.

“My lady, I am guessing you have made the decision to return to the surface,” said the general.

“Yes, I was told that I need your escort.”

“Colonel Kaplan, you have command of the Bridge until General Quinn gets here during the Beta shift,” said the general to an older looking officer. He nodded to the general.

You all left the bridge and went to the hangar. There you saw a small group of stormtroopers and one that was decked out in gold armor. He addressed you, “Ma’am, General, we are ready to descend to the surface. The Supreme Leader sent back his command shuttle for you to use my lady.”

Once again Kylo surprised you, and apparently the general and lieutenant who seemed a bit shocked that the Supreme Leader sent back his personal command shuttle for you. You just followed the commander and boarded the ship.

You all sat and buckled in with the lieutenant on your right and the general on your left.

“The Supreme Leader answered your question, he would like you to stop at the White House as he would like to see you,” said Lieutenant Mitaka.

“Thank you, Lieutenant,” you responded and settling back into your chair bracing yourself for the flight. Part of you was giddy that Kylo requested to see you even though you knew his day was filled with meetings.

The shuttle landed right outside the White House and you disembarked the craft. Crossing the lawn you could see Kylo’s tall frame coming towards the ramp. You could see the officers and troopers around you pause slightly as they prepared to greet the Supreme Leader.

Kylo reached you and took your hand, quickly paused and acknowledged the officers and lead you into the White House. He took you into the same sitting room you were in the day before. The junior officer in the room quickly left and shut the door behind them. Kylo then removed his mask and turned to you.

“How was your morning? How did you sleep,” he asked earnestly still holding your hand.

“Surprisingly I slept well. I had a good morning so far, haven’t done anything other than have breakfast and see you,” you responded.

Kylo seemed slightly bashful at your answer. He let go of your hand for a moment, to remove his glove to hold it again. This time with skin on skin contact. His hand was large and warm, you could feel calluses and scars. The back of his hand was soft and his thumb slowly messaged your knuckles.

He was mesmerized for a moment before clearing his throat to say, “You asked if there is anything that I would like you to do. All I want is for you to be comfortable and happy.”

This made you smile, you stepped closer to him saying, “I am happy, I just want to know if there is anything I can do to help you with the First Order? I just hate thinking your busy while I just sit around doing nothing.”

You swore you could see the wheels turning in his brain, “Why don’t you sit in on the next few meetings with me? They may be boring to you, but you understand this planet better than anyone in the First Order, you may be able to offer some insight.”

“Ok,” you said smiling at your little victory, being able to spend some more time with him even though you would be in a room filled with other people talking about other things. You just wanted to be near him—to know him.

He let go of your hand to put his glove and helmet back on. He took your arm this time and lead you out of the room and down the hall to a conference room full of different world leaders. Maybe this isn’t what you thought it was going to be.

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exosmuttytalk · 4 years

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Jackie

Characters: Kim Jongin x Do Kyungsoo

Genre: AU!Fluff, maybe some smut at the end, but don’t know yet.

Word count: ~1600 words

Summary: Kyungsoo lives with his cat which is more problems than joy. Jongin has just moved into the house next door.

A/N: This is going to be a little series with an still undefined number of chapters to it. If you have read Guardian you probably know where the name Jackie comes from and I like you very much :3

I woke up in the morning getting my toe licked. For many people, this could a promising way of starting the day, but that was not the case. As the night progressed I had slid further down the bed so that my right foot was dangling off the edge of the bed. My annoying cat, who by then had been on a diet for a grand total of eight days, had a very early internal clock and knew when it hit exactly 6 am to come and complain because her breakfast is not on her bowl. I have to give credit to her though; she started off slow, just by licking my toe as a warning, before trying to open-mouth maul it.

“Fuck off, Jackie.” I grunted as my leg recoiled under the duvet and I pulled it up to cover my head.

Her obvious next step was hopping onto the bed and walking all over me. Most of the times, cats waking their owners up videos are cute and adorable, but that was not necessarily the reality.

Jackie came home when my brother moved countries to work and she needed a new, loving home. I wouldn’t say I fit that criteria completely, but maybe like 50% of it. Either way, she took quite a long time to adapt to his new home and at the beginning, I was barely able to convince her to stay indoors. That caused her a lot of stress and, according to the vet, she ended up eating everything edible she could find and hunt outside. Who would’ve thought cats could have mental problems as well. So she had to be put on a diet, the gate from the kitchen had to be removed and she started getting used to waking me up but sitting her whole nine kilo self on top of my belly.

I pushed her off me to the other side of the bed but sat up on the edge of it anyway. The alarm was going off in an hour and a half anyway.

I could feel Jackie’s fur brushing against my back, slyly pushing me off the bed. As I made my way down the stairs to the kitchen, she was almost walking between my legs, so had to jump off the last couple steps to avoid falling.

Her veterinary told me to buy a certain type of food that had to be heated up, so I killed time throwing a ball across the kitchen which Jackie would then lazily fetch around the room but never actually return. Bowl on hand, I tried to command her to sit, but she only looked at me with round eyes and meowed insistently. I sighed and put the plate down after giving a quick stroke along her loin.

After I got dressed and closed everything up so Jackie wouldn’t stand a chance, I went for a quick stroll around my neighborhood. I was fairly new to this place, having moved into a residential area from the business part of the city, but despite that, I had already made friends with the old lady who lived next door and who never seemed to sleep and neighbors on the other side, the young couple with a little kid who actually just moved away last week. I liked them all fairly well, but although houses here have a pretty sizeable lawn and are at a distance from each other, I could hear their cute baby crying during the nights at times. Sun was already rising when I came back home from my walk and saw a moving van parking in front of the unoccupied house.

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Six in the morning. Again. I’m wrong, it’s 6:02. Jackie must have enjoyed sleeping in.

After having had a particularly awful meeting at work the previous day, I had come home last night and barely cared to cook, so I ordered a pizza and opened a plain can of tuna for Jackie. This morning, she would be getting a gourmet treat, as I was going to make small croutons out of the leftover pizza crusts and add them to her wet food. She may like the crunch, let’s hope she doesn’t crack a tooth.

I had only bothered hiding the crusts from her before I went to bed the night before, quite late after I stood up watching a rerun of a show from before I was born. Pillows were all over the place and the empty box was still on top of the table next to a couple cans of stuff I chugged yesterday. I decided it would be future Kyungsoo’s problem and groggily walked towards the shower.

Future Kyungsoo sighed so hard when he came back home at 7 pm and saw what the other guy had left for him. Postponing wasn’t really an option anymore, so I decided to go for a full room cleanup instead.

I was surprised when I moved the pillows around and Jackie didn’t come zooming out from whatever corner to fight me for it. Despite having a cushiony bed, despite my attempts at making her not do it, she always managed to steal random pillows and hoard them at different places around the house.

This was quite a big house, she could be hiding at the bedroom pillows instead. Despite that, I went looking around every corner and under every piece of furniture, to no avail. I was starting to feel a bit nervous, I thought she had already adapted to being home? My gaze wondered across the room until it found a window ajar. I had opened a little this morning to let the steam of the shower come out and forgot to close it. And Jackie had probably jumped out through it. Despite her weight, Jackie was still pretty agile, and there was a tree branch reaching out not far from the windowsill.

Shit, shit, shit. I ran downstairs and hurriedly opened the kitchen door that led to the backyard. I turned the lights on but they couldn’t do much against the darkness of late fall evenings. I pulled out my phone to turn the flashlight on and started calling for Jackie. My voice rose as I looked around the bushes and found nothing. I heard movement behind me but it turned out to be nothing but a squirrel that was lucky Jackie wasn’t around.

“Hey!” A voice not higher than a talking tone said from behind the right side fencing. “I think this is may be yours.”

I rushed to the fence and as soon as I glanced over it I saw Jackie delicately sitting down on top of the only cushion on the whole porch swing. That little shit.

The second thing I noticed was the guy who had given me the heads up. He looked to be around my age, had light brown hair, slightly tanned skin and was wearing what seemed to be loungewear in old sweatpants and an oversized, seemingly fluffy dark red jumper.

“I was just here having a beer and her cute head popped up from that hole over there!” The new guy pointed at a hole in the fence that indeed connected both houses.

“Oh. I’ll have to get that repaired…”

“I can do it, don’t worry.”

“I wouldn’t want to waste your time…”

“You’re not. We just moved in and I still need to find a job here, so in the meantime I have plenty of it.” He smiled brightly at me and he seemed so self assured I didn’t want to refuse anymore.

“I’m sorry, she shouldn’t be out, but she sneaked through a window I left open. May I come in and pick her up?”

“Oh, don’t worry, I can do that for you.” Then, as if it was as easy as picking up a flower, he walked up to Jackie and picked her up. With both arms. And she even dared to cuddle up against him.

He then handed her to me over the fence, cupping her butt and tail with his big hand in order to avoid her scratching herself against the wood.

“She never lets anyone pick her up so easily.”

“Ahh, it’s a she! I was calling her a good guy when he was sitting with me. I’m sure she’s liked the food, though.”

“The food? Which food?”

“Well, she was just chilling around the yard, so I went in to take the beer. She was on top of the table and already biting some of the food, so I figured since it was already ruined, it didn’t matter if she ate more,” he shrugged. “She seemed to like it.”

“How can you just go around feeding other people’s pet like that? What if they’re sick or allergic?”

“Oh, mmm… I’m sorry! I didn’t know it was your cat and not just any street cat. Cats can eat all food, right?”

“What did she eat?”

“Almost half a chicken sandwich. Roasted chicken, lettuce, tomato, mayonnaise and cheese,” he recited looking anxious. Roasted chicken and vegetables wasn’t the worst option.

“I tried to feed her a chip as well, but she didn’t take it.”

The look on my face must have been unpleasant enough to make him falter a bit.

“I’m really sorry! Do you think she’s going to be okay? How can I make it up to you?”

“It’s alright,” I said as I started to make my way back home. “She’ll be fine. I’ll make sure to lock the windows properly next time.”

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inevitably-johnlocked · 4 years

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Can I be THE FIRST person that asks for your offline h/c fic recs? 😍 hurt/comfort is my absolute FAVOURITE genre, especially if Sherlock is the one sick/hurt....I’m a terrible human I know >_

Hi Nonny!!

AHAHAHAH OKAY SO HERE’S THE THINGS:

I just realized I lied and I HAVE actually posted some H/C fics before, so those will be below. I’ve Emotional Hurt/Comfort as well, but I’m going to assume that y’all are looking for Whumpfort, LOL.

I have a LOT OF H/C fics, and because of that, I have to split them up into manageable chunks, so I’ve currently 2 sets of H/C fics already sorted offline. Both are updates to other H/C lists I have, so I’m going to pick the longer of the two. This one has some nice shorter fics, so you can probably yum up this entire list in one day, LOL

And because you mentioned Sherlock Whump, I’ll link you to that list as well :D

So YES. I really gotta get my shit together and finally post all the chunks of H/C fics I have so that I have so I can finally remove that giant list from my Angst list LOL. ANYWAY, here’s what I’ve got for you today!!

HURT / COMFORT Pt.2: 5K to 10K WORDS

See Also:

Hurt / Comfort Pt. 1: Under 5K Words

Doctor / Caretaker John

Doctor / Caretaker John Pt. 2

Doctor / Caretaker John Pt. 3

Sherlock is Sick/Hurt (Sherlock Whump)

Sherlock Whump Pt. 2

Angsty Fluff

Self Harm, Danger Nights, and Drugs

Nightmares, PTSD, Panic Attack, & Mental / Emotional Turmoil

Sick Fics Master Post (May 2019)

Bed-Sharing Between Flatmates by testosterone_tea (T, 5,053 w., 1 Ch. || 5 and Ones, Bed Sharing, PTSD John, Science, Whump, Insecure Sherlock) – 5 times Sherlock had an excuse to share John’s bed, and the one time he didn’t need one.

Winter of Life by You_Light_The_Sky (T, 5,178 w., 1 Ch. || Christmas, Fluff & Angst, Magic Realism) – It was an experiment, really. On Christmas, Sherlock wrote to Santa asking for a friend. He got a broken toy soldier instead. This is the story of how he finds him again and again.

I think You Need A Doctor by TheGoodDirector (M, 5,254 w., 1 Ch. || Hurt/Comfort, Friendship, Sherlock Whump, Mistaken Couple, Humour, Platonics, Mary is Nice) – John’s not been to Baker Street in four months and returns to find a bleeding Consulting Detective. John can’t help but take care and put up with him. Set after The Sign of Three/Before His Last Vow.

The Refining Fire by Arwen Jade Kenobi (T, 5,451 w., 1 Ch. || Post-TGG AU, Angst, Friendship, Alternating POV (Lestrade, Mycroft, Sherlock), Worried Sherlock, Hospital Recovery) – Fire can burn things to ashes, but it can also burn things together.

Sleepless nights by El loopy (T, 5,467 w., 3 Ch. || Friendship, Hurt/Comfort, Nightmares/Insomnia, Panic Attack, Worried Sherlock) – Sherlock has a nightmare and John wants to know what it was about. Set during season 1. Three-shot.

EMERGENCY CONTACT: Sherlock Holmes, RELATIONSHIP: n/a by blueink3 (M, 5,533 w, 1 Ch.. || Hurt John/3G, Fluff & Angst) – The first time John Watson’s emergency contact is called is the first time Sherlock Holmes finds out that he has the job. Part 1 of The Emergency Contact Series

Recovery by thesignsofserbia (T, 5,948 w., 1 Ch. || HLV-Fix It / Rewrite, Villain Mary, Pining Sherlock, Major Character Injury, Scars, Self-Hatred, POV Sherlock, Doctor John, Friends to Lovers) – Set after the confrontation with Mary, and Sherlock’s cardiac arrest, John stays at 221B to aid Sherlock’s recovery, forcing them to confront wounds both old and new as they try to heal their damaged relationship.

Not The Hands That Kill by You_Light_The_Sky (M, 6,201 w., 1 Ch. || Winglock, Whump, Mentions of Drug Use) – Having wings does not make Sherlock Holmes a guardian angel, not in the way that John Watson is his.

EMERGENCY CONTACT: John Watson, RELATIONSHIP: Saint by blueink3 (M, 6,229 w., 1 Ch. || Hurt Sherlock, 5+1, H/C, Caring John, Scars) – The first time Sherlock Holmes realizes he needs an emergency contact is the first time he mentally appoints John Watson with the job. John, of course, does not know this and neither does the local hospital. Part 2 of The Emergency Contact Series

Life and Death by patemalah21 (K+, 6,457 w., 3 Ch. || Hurt/Comfort, Drama, Sherlock POV, Sherlock Whump, Fun With Words) - Sometimes a small incident can lead to unexpected results. Sherlock and John explore their friendship. A bit humourous in this too, ends with a giggle.

The Death of Doubt by Gingerhermit (E, 6,584 w., 1 Ch. || Alternate Canon, BAMF John, POV Sherlock, Sherlock’s Mind Palace, Hurt/Comfort, Angst/Drama, Meddling Mycroft) – Mycroft asks for John’s help in rescuing Sherlock from his Serbian captors.

When We Sleep by PrincessNala (K+, 6,660 w., 1 Ch || Post-TGG, Alternating POV, Bed Sharing, Anxious/Worried Sherlock, Hurt/Comfort, Hugs) – Sherlock needed to feel every beat of his heart, every rise and fall of his chest as he breathed. It was the only way to completely assure himself that John was alive and right there next to him, and not dead, no, never dead…

Bound Into the Fire by Tara Laurel (T, 6,672 w. || TEH, Suspense, Hurt/Comfort, Introspection, Bonfire Scene, John Whump, Mary is Nice) – “John sometimes compared Sherlock Holmes to the flaming beast in his mind…Not such a bad way to go, John mused. Being consumed by Sherlock. Dying in his fire. No. This was different. He was burning alive. Not figuratively. Not some flowery metaphor. Burning.” There was no two minute stay of execution. “Amazing how fire exposes our priorities.”

Lost for Words by notactivesherlockaccount (T, 6,709 w., 1 Ch. || Friendship, Hurt/Comfort, John Whump, Temporary Mute John) – While on a case, John temporarily loses his ability to speak, and he and Sherlock have to find a new way to communicate.

A Kiss and a Cuddle should be Sufficient by Evenlodes_Friend (E, 6,853 w., 3 Ch. || Gay Sex Club, Fake Relationship, PWP, Orgies, Rimming, BJ’s, Violence, Case Fic, Voyeurism) – Going undercover, Sherlock and John pursue a vicious killer to a gay group sex party. Not unexpectedly, things get a little out of hand. Set after Baskerville, but before the Fall.

BANG by ElvendorkInfinity (T, 7,016 w., 3 Ch. || Post-TGG AU, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Worried / Scared Sherlock, Alternating POV, Whump, Hospital Recovery, Open Ending) – ‘I should warn you,’ Sherlock says, his voice steady and his eyes fixed on Moriarty. 'You are sadly misinformed.’ And he fires. Prequel to M Is For Moriarty

Not Alone by taliapaxton (K+, 7,034 w., 6 Ch. || Angst, Friendship, MCD, Euthanasia) – Alone on the Water from Sherlock’s point of view. Inspired by the wonderful fiction, “Alone on the Water”

Inconvenient Timing by TheMadKatter13 (M, 7,072 w., 1 Ch. || Omegaverse || Omega John/Alpha Sherlock, Romance, Public Heat, Scared John, Protective / Worried / Possessive Sherlock, Post-TBB AU, Caring Sherlock, Pre-Slash, Happy Ending) – When John’s heat failed to appear three times in a row after he was shot, he figured it was just another broken piece off the broken toy soldier. So he was rather surprised to feel it start out of the blue…and not at all pleased with it starting while he was on the tube.

In Which “John” Becomes a Synonym for “Help” by asignoftwo (T, 7,391 w., 1 Ch. || Injured John, Worried Sherlock, Fluff) – After the fall Sherlock returns to Baker Street and is reunited with John. When John is injured on a case Sherlock is faced with the reality that he could lose John again, and it tears him apart.

Drowning in Darkness by chappysmom (T, 7,575 w., 4 Ch. || Hurt/Comfort, Kidnapped John, Post-TRF Hiatus / Reunion, John Whump, Angst with Happy Ending, Depressed John, Background Case Fic) – He couldn’t decide if it was a relief or a curse that he’d been left completely, absolutely alone. You couldn’t fight darkness with your fists, and no matter how strong your will-power, it could be beaten down by the constant monotony of nothingness. Nobody needed John.

On Favors and Keeping Score by Ewebie (G, 7,622 w., 1 Ch. || Hurt/Comfort, Sick Fic, Fluff, John Whump) – John woke up to the horribly unpleasant sound of his clock alarm. Which meant he’d slept through his phone’s alarm. And for a moment he glared blearily at the noisemaker before smacking at it with his palm. Ugh, he felt like rubbish. The back of his throat was burning with the irritation that heralded a proper dose, his nose was threatening to drip every few seconds, and he had the uncomfortable flush that normally suggested a fever. Nothing high, just uncomfortable. Nothing deadly, just irritating. Nothing worth calling in sick with, just a full day of discomfort in the face of other people’s discomfort. It was going to be a day where he was forced to bite his tongue from telling people off. “You’re not as sick as I am, so off you pop.” Part 7 of Tumblr Shorts

Sometimes When We Touch by kedgeree (M, 7,755 w., 6 Ch. || Post-TRF, First Kiss/Time, Inappropriate Giggling, Romance, Friends to Lovers, Virgin Sherlock, John Whump, Touching) – John might be touching Sherlock a little more often than is strictly necessary. Sherlock probably hasn’t even noticed. Right…?

The Hours Before Midnight by Lady Sam Mallory (T, 7,773 w., 1 Ch. || TGG Fic, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Torture / John Whump, Kidnapping, Drugging, Alternating POV, Worried / Protective Sherlock) – Moriarty doesn’t play fair. John must deal with hours of torment from Moriarty before going to meet Sherlock at the Pool at the end of the Great Game and Sherlock must deal with the consequences of his boredom.

What Did I Do Wrong? by Starlight05 (T, 7,880 w., 5 Ch. || Hurt Comfort, Angst, John Whump, Hospitalization, Worried Sherlock, Emotional Turmoil, Nightmares, Sherlock Being Dumb) - After John almost dies on a case, Sherlock disappears. So John is left to figure out what he can do to get his best friend back. Meanwhile Sherlock, guilt-ridden and willingly alone, is doing everything he can to stay away.

Victim, Bait, Hero, Friend by KimberlyTheOwl (T, 7,887 w., 1 Ch. || Post-TGG Epilogue, Angst, Friendship, Hurt/Comfort, Introspection, Past Kidnapping / Torture / Implied Rape, Panic Attacks, Worried / Possessive Sherlock, Lestrade is a Good Friend) – Some insights into why John was perfectly willing to throw everything away for a chance to kill Moriarty at the pool. Trauma, ugliness, and finally healing. Some nice supporting work by Lestrade as well.

A Dangerous Mix by thebakerstreetgirl (K, 8,077 w., 1 Ch. || Angst, Whump, Drugs, Hurt/Comfort) – During a case, John gets attacked and Sherlock and Lestrade find him with a mysterious drug running through the army doctor’s veins.

Beyond the Vow by tunteeton (M, 8,994 w., 1 Ch. || Love Confessions, Angst with Happy Ending, Post-S3, Explosions, Mary is Good-ish?, 3G, Infant Death) – Being a sociopath was never this emotionally exhausting.

With This Ring by Quesarasara (E, 9,121 w. || Est. Rel., Marriage Proposal, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Idiots in Love, Embarrassing Hospital Visits) – Sometimes even the best of plans go wrong. And sometimes wrong turns out to be exactly right.

Five Times Sherlock Realized He Was Getting Older by Mildred Graves (T, 9,215 w., 6 Ch. || Five and Ones, Friendship, Hurt/Comfort, Getting Old) – … And one time it didn’t matter.

Incapacitation by Cumberbatch Critter (T, 9,424 w., 6 Ch. || Hurt / Comfort, Friendship, Sick Sherlock, Doctor John, Appendicitis) – The doctor had just asked how bad the pain was when the pain spiked. Sherlock’s initial response was a gasp that evolved into a whimper. “Ten,” he gasped. “Ten…”

Drive by lifeonmars (M, 9,537 w., 1 Ch. || Virginity, Awkward First Times, Minor Injuries) – John and Sherlock are stranded by the roadside, and John is injured. They need to spend the night in the back of a humvee. Sherlock is confused. John is understanding.

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supernaturallyobsessedchic · 4 years

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7 Days to Die - Part 4

Threats

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: gun fights, mild angst, injuries, SPN level blood and gore, scary situation, cliffhanger ending

Summary: All seems like a normal day in the woods, but when two camps fight for whatever reason, leaving Jensen and the reader in the crossfire. It becomes a fight against the unseen enemy.

a/n: if you’ve ever played the last of us, you’ll know what is gonna come next…no, the cannibal part was the last one…I got twists up my sleeve. ENJOY! :)

Word Count: 1,494

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She woke up to Jensen holding her close, she noticed she feels safe and well rested.

“You were crying out in your sleep.” He says. She stiffens, she didn’t realize he was up already. But relaxes right away.

“I didn’t wake you or anything?” she asks.

“No, I got in the house and heard you yelling my name.” he says.

“It’s just…” she says, trailing off. Before casting her eyes away from his, letting tears escape.

He felt her shudder, letting sobs silently escape.

“Hey, it’s okay sweetie.” He says. He brought up a hand, brushing some hair behind her ear, getting it out of her face. Cupping her cheek when he brought his hand down.

“I never stuck around a group before. Or been in the company of other people. Either they use me for sex, or to get them supplies like cheap labor. Or, they die off, like I’m some kind of bad luck or curse.” She cries. “It’s like I’m getting these poor people killed.” She sobs.

Wheels in his head began to work in her direction. “Wait, do you blame yourself for Jared?” he asked.

When she didn’t answer, his heart sank.

“Sweetheart, that wasn’t your fault. Shit happens, you just have bad luck. You’re not the bad luck. Just, call it bad timing.” He says, as he holds her close in a tighter embrace. She sobbed, crying hard in his arms. Part of her believed him, but the demons in her head kept trying to convince her otherwise.

He plants a gentle kiss to her forehead. “It’s okay sweetheart. I don’t blame you for anything, I bet Jared wouldn’t either.” He says.

She pulls away to look at him, to see if he’s lying to her. But she sees a soft and gentle look from Jensen that tells her he’s telling her the truth.

“Have a few extra minutes to yourself, I’m gonna get us something to eat.” He says, getting out of bed, working her out of his arms doing so.

She turns onto her back, wiping her tears from her face taking a deep breath, relaxing.

After a quick breakfast of apples picked from nearby trees, they hit the road.

“What were the kids odds with the fever and all?” she asked after some hours on the silent walk.

“Misha said with JJ, she has a shot. The twins it might be hard to tell since their immune systems are still developing. But with Danneel, it was attacking her hard-core. Said it threw her immune system into overdrive, she might not have a chance.” Jensen said.

“Well, we just need to hurry with these meds. She might have a shot.” Y/N said.

“How can you remain so cheery, and positive?” he asks.

“I don’t know. But it’s how I am. I always smile, because I have to. It keeps me somewhat sane. Keeps me from ending it all.” She says.

“Like hell I would let you kill yourself.” Jensen says. “It just amazes me in all this, death and despair, you’re still happy and all smiles. Well, maybe not always happy.” He says.

“I amaze myself sometimes.” She says.

A loud boom interrupts their conversation.

“That sounded close.” She says.

“Yes it did.” Jensen says.

It all happened so fast. A shot rang out, and Jensen was on the ground clutching his side, just near his hip. Y/N ducks down, low to the ground. But once they were out of sight, the shots kept going but not towards them.

“We’re near camps.” Jensen says gasping. He held on to his injury for dear life to stop the bleeding.

“A war?” she asked.

“More than likely,” Jensen says. “We gotta get out of here.” He adds, squeezing his eyes shut from the pain.

“You’ve been hit.” She says. Crawling over to him. She assesses his injury. “God you’re just gushing,” she says, shimmying out of Jensen’s flannel he lent her. She moves his hands briefly to place the flannel over the wound to help with stopping the bleeding.

When she tried to look around, after she got Jensen set with slowing the bleeding, the shooting began to come back to her. She gets down low.

“We’re surrounded.” She cries.

“We’re gonna die if we can’t get out of here.” He says, voice rough from him fighting the pain.

“We might have to back track, wait them out.” She says.

“However long that may be.” Jensen says.

“Jay, you’re bleeding out, if we try to get around them, you’re injury will get worse, with ducking and dodging bullets. Yes, we lengthen our time out here if we head back to the cabin, but we need to get you out of the open, and patch you up.” she says.

“You’re right, god I know your right I just want to get back home.” he says.

“I know, I want to at least make a home for myself, and we’ll get there. But first, we have to actually get there first. Alive.” She says.

He nods. She can see him growing tired.

Shit, he’s still losing so much blood. She thought.

“How much do you think you can move?” she asked.

“I’ll make do, let’s head back and wait them out.” He says. As he rolls to his stomach and prepares to army crawl out of the crossfire.

Once they were clear, crawling for what seemed like several feet to nearly a mile. She helped Jensen to his feet, and they hurried to the nearest cabin.

Y/N checked to see if it was occupied, silence confirmed they were alone.

Jensen plopped down on the couch, the color leaving his face quick.

She searched each and every pack Jensen had on him, finding a kit for stitching and removing unwanted items.

“Okay, this is happening.” She says. “I didn’t see an exit wound, so the bullet is still in you. We need to get it out, despite it holding the bleeding, kind of.” She says.

“I know the drill, trust me. I’ve been through worst, Jared’s removed bullets from me before.” He says.

“Don’t…don’t tell me the stories yet…” she says, getting worked up. “Now, take this.” She says, handing him a strip of leather. He puts it in his mouth, biting down on it.

She takes a flashlight, putting it in her mouth aiming it at his wound. She heads in with the surgical plyers. He jerks, grunting, even holding back a yell.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” She tells him, holding back tears.

As she enters deeper, she doesn’t feel anything.

He turns his head, working through the pain as he continues to writhe in pain.

“Jay, I don’t feel anything.” She says.

He spits out the leather. “Keep looking, get it out of me.” He shouts. She nods. Grabbing the leather, putting it back in his mouth for him. He bites down on it hard. Letting out a yell of pain.

She kept going till she felt something hard. She clamps down on it, and begins to slowly pull it out.

“I think I got it.” she says. Pulling out of his wound, revealing a bullet. “Got it.” she says with a sigh, panting a bit. Getting worked up and anxious.

He spits out he leather once again. “Fantastic.” He pants.

“Okay, from the looks of it, no artery was severed, so I’m gonna stitch you up really quick.” She says.

Grabbing the kit, some thread she begins to patch him up like she did before.

Jensen was out of it the whole time. In and out of consciousness as she stitched him up.

Once done she coaxed him awake. He weakly opened his eyes.

“We need to get you to a bed to heal, the couch is no place for it.” she says.

Not arguing it, he nods and gets up. Only to wince, and jerk back down on the couch. Clutching his side.

“I’ll help, try to keep your torso straight.” She advised. Taking his hand, she helps pull him up to his feet. Letting him lean against her as she helped him to a bed, just down a short hall from the living room.

She takes off his shirt, pants and boots. Leaving him in boxers and socks. She put a large bandage on his wound to keep it protected, prevent it from getting infected as best as she could.

As the day wore on, she could still hear the battle rage on down the road. All she could do was shake her head.

We should all band together, unite, not fight. She thought.

She stayed up the whole night, keeping watch.

One day, turned to three, she noticed Jensen wasn’t getting better.

She changed his bandage. Seeing it red, it was infected. She had used the antiseptic from earlier, but now they’re out, when she checked their packs.

“Shit.” She says.

Jensen, stayed asleep. His body fighting.

She noticed his color never came back. She placed a careful hand on his forehead.

He’s burning up.

I got to get him antibiotics, fast. She thought.

TO BE CONTINUED…

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erismerald · 4 years

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𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐲 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 (jacob frye x reader)

heyooo guys, here I come to bring another little story. to change the fandom a little this time I bring on this trip into the past Jacob Frye. this story is dedicated to @noromeojulliet , I hope you like it, my love!!!

However I have to warn you again that English is not my first language and the text may contain errors, if you see any error I would be grateful if you told me!!!

GOOD READING!!!!

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𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: semi mature, romance, semi explicit content

It was about 10 o'clock at night, I had already finished my tasks on the train and was already going to my carriage.

I was already living with the frye brothers and their partners for 6 months, they welcomed me when no one else did.

mr.frye always made me very nervous, he was very affectionate with me at first, but when i began to live with them i realized that he was like that with all of them.

From the moment I started living with them, Jacob moved away from me and without saying anything he started being cold to me. But still…i continue to be in love with him. I loved talking to him and listening to his crazy ideas, and always worried when he got hurt. he was 3 years older than me and I felt...I don't know, maybe nervous and anxious every time I thought about being closer to him.

he was very attractive and loved to flirt with any woman that passed by him, and I noticed sometimes how he looked at me.but never said anything about it.

on the way to my carriage evie passed me and greeted me.

"Good evening Y/n, is everything all right?" she said with a nice look.

"Good evening, miss evie, yes it's all right, just tired and you?" I said with a fond smile

"also my dear... ah if you see, jacob please tell him I'm looking for him" she said a little upset

"Have he gotten into trouble again?" I said laughing

"Yes, in big trouble…”she sighed “ sometimes he doesn't even look he had 23… but that's it, dear, good night," she said affectionately.

I wished her good night and walked to my carriage when it started raining a lot.

I went in and started to put on my pajamas, I was singing a little, after doing everything I sat down in front of the mirror and dyed my hair, until I dared a huge thunderstorm outside.

The light of the lightning invaded the sky, I liked thunder a lot, it left me quite calm and even helped me sleep better.

I had a little candle near me, and used it to read some letters that my sister had sent me, until I heard a huge noise at the door.

I got up quickly and ran to see what was going on, and when I opened the door I saw jacob all soaked, and with some scratches.

"Mr. Frye? What happened?" I said worried, not that it wasn't norrmal he shows up like that, but at my door...

"May I come in?" he asked with a bit of a sarcastic look.

"Sure, come in," I walked away from the door a bit to give him space to pass, and after closing the door I put myself in front of him.

"What happened?" I asked him again, helping him remove his coat.

"I was fighting with some ignorant guys near the train line and I ended up falling to the thames...and to get better it started raining" he took a short break "I lost the key to my carrige and at this moment, I don't want to hear evie complaining about my inresponsibility... what I want to say is..."

I noticed in his gaze that he was quite uncomfortable, and could feel a cold nearby, so I interrupted his thought.

"Yes, you can stay here, mrs. frye, I'll help you in any way I can" I spoke in a loving voice, in order to show him sympathy.

I know...he could be a huge idiot with me and everyone else, but he was a good person, just a little irresponsible and childish at times, but at that moment he needed help, and I wouldn't refuse to help him, since he was the one who gave me shelter, and since he is my boss.

"Thank you my love" he answered with joy.

"The first thing to do is to get out of these wet clothes, I must still have some of your clothes here that Miss Frye told me to sew" I said as I headed to the small compartment where the bathtub was, filling it with hot water.

When Jacob came out he's already removed his shirt, leaving his chest showing... he was very attractive and muscular, no wonder almost all the women in London had already gone to bed with him...but I still couldn't get it on...I felt my face burn, but luckily he didn't notice that part.

"It's all ready mr.frye... if you need anything you can call me" I said and he nodded to the bathroom.

While I was waiting for him to leave I started to prepare my bed so he could sleep, I didn't mind sleeping on the little sofa. I was distracted by my own thoughts when Jacob called me.

"Y/n love, can you come over here and help me?" I put down my bedding and headed to the bathroom.

When I walked in he was still in the bathtub, and I turned on my back, my heart was beating very fast and ruthlessly.

"y-yes? what can I do for you?" I asked a little nervous

“im a little tired and sore from the fall you'll help wash my back?" I could feel the malicious smile on his face even with my back turned.

"s-sure mr.frye" I turned slowly and took a deep breath... I couldn't panic or be ashamed, it's my job.

I approached him and knelt down slowly, still shaking hands of course, it's not that I've never been near a naked man before, but he made me super nervous.

He was already with his back to me that made me a little calmer.

I took the little sponge and plunged into the water, and started rubbing his back, and shoulders... he was very muscular and had a lot of scars, and that made me remember the adventures he told me.

It was a very uncomfortable silence, I felt my hands shaking immensely, and when I finished my work I was going to get up when Jacob held me by the hand.

"thank you my dear... but I still have one more favor to ask you." he paused and climbed his hand up my cheek "as you can see I'm having some injuries, if you could help me with this"

"of course, it's just better to get out of the water first" I laughed a little nervously and prayed to god to get out of there fast

"Of course I'll be out of here in minutes," he replied as I left the bathroom.

I ran out of the bathroom and started looking for something to help heal the minor injuries.

When I found a small first-aid kit, I grabbed it and put it on the bed, even though Jacob came out of the bathroom with only his pants on.

"Could you please sit down here" I asked quietly, again trying to ignore the fact that he was shirtless.

"okay doctor" was serious? he was flirting with me? I laughed a little and looked in the mirror, I was flushed and could see my breathing speeding up.

when he sat on the bed i sat down next to him and grabbed his arm

"ouch" he moaned in pain "that's really sore hum" he said laughing a little but I still noticed the expression of pain on his face.

"I'm sorry mr.frye, but to tell you the truth it's pretty bad," I tried to make a confident voice.

"Please stop calling me mr.frye, make me look like an old man and I'm only three years older than you, you can call me jacob," he said staring at me... for a few seconds our eyes crossed and I quickly turned my head.

"s-sure... sorry ahm you know…you are my boss and its an habit. I thought calling you "mr.frye" was more respectful"

"So you just see me as your boss?" he asked sarcastically.

"No... I mean yes... sometimes ? I don't know very well excuse me" I started to laugh to calm down

"It's okay, but I've never seen you as a maid, I've always seen you as a friend... sometimes even more than that," he said, grabbing my hand and holding his arm.

"What do you mean?" I looked into his eyes with a little shame.

"You know... you're the only woman I haven't been able to hold in my arms yet, you're harder than the others," he said by putting his hand on my face again.

I couldn't deny that I wanted him... I couldn't deny that I was attracted to him but there was nothing I could do.

As much as I wanted to have him, I wouldn't last another night.

And I don't want that for myself, I don't want to get hurt like that.

"Can you say something?" His voice brought me back to reality and looking into his eyes again...and then I could see deep in his eyes that he was being sincere...he was nervous because he could also see that his breathing was speeding up.

"Sorry Jacob... I don't want to be just another one on your list, I'm sorry..." I said honestly but deep down I didn't want to hurt him and even less maim my feelings

"I don't want you to be another one on my list” he stopped and quickly laid me on the bed underneath him.

have the view of jacob frye on top of me, it was exciting, but I didn't know if that was right, I didn't want to end up getting hurt " I want you to be with me all the time Y/N... Since we met I've always tried to impress you, but you never surrendered to anything. Then I started using other women to forget about you and that wasn't right in my mind, and for a while here I feel like I was cheating, I really love you Y/N! "He was telling the truth, his eyes weren't lying to me, at that moment I was happy and nervous at the same time.

"I love you too, to be honest, but I was never able to talk to you because I thought I had no status" and without warning a silence remained in the air, and the only noise was the sound of rain falling, the only light was the little candle, and yet I could see love on Jacob's face.

Without saying a word Jacob lowered himself and kissed me, a slow kiss but full of feeling, we both yearned for this and that kiss was just the beginning.

His kisses went down to my neck, and when we noticed already our moans and clothes were scattered all over the room. with time the candle went out and the dark involved the two bodies, which unified.

The sensation of his skin on mine, the sensation of his lips going through every piece of my being was exciting, the erotic sounds coming out of his mouth, and the force he exerted on me, were driving me crazy.

A few hours later I woke up with the sun caressing my face, and next to me was Jacob, smiling

"thank you for helping me... thank you for being by my side... and thank you for being mine, my love."

"You're welcome love" from that day my heart had won an owner and I had become the owner of the heart of jacob frye

#Assassin's Creed #assassin's creed iii #assassin's creed brotherhood #Assassin's Creed Syndicate #assassin's creed fanfic #jacob frye headcanon #jacob frye x reader #jacob frye #evie frye

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Big Hero 6 Colorverse AU

(I apologize in advance for the lack of proofreading, I may come back later to do it but I am too tired right now after typing this post to do so ^^;)

Colorverse AU Concept: You know how in animes the heroes always have brightly colored hair and tend to follow certain tropes based on their color (blue = water powers, green = loves nature and peaceful, etc.)? In this world, those heroes aren’t always born heroes--heroes are made by circumstances. Or at least that’s how people think it works. Genetics might be a factor as well (for example, if your parents is/was a hero you might be predisposed to being a hero as well)--the government has invest a lot of money into studying this phenomena. But suffice it to say that when someone who is possibly predestined to be a hero has their catalyst hero moment, their hair and blood both change to the color of their assigned character trope/power. And most heroes aren’t alone--over time they find people of other colors who are destined to be their teammates. It used to happen naturally and these teams saved their cities and sometimes even the world from evil. But that was many, many years ago. Times have changed.

The government decided that, for the “safety” of all, any newly turned heroes are to be brought to government training facilities to “train” and “find their team” before being sent out into the world to be heroes (closely supervised by the government, of course.) Some people blindly believe these lies, saying that heroes being taken away from their family and loved ones is just what’s best for the common good. But most people know the truth: there is nothing natural about this, the government takes these heroes, brainwashes them until they completely forget their true past, stamp out any “imperfections” in their personalities that don’t fit with their assigned traits, and then assigns them to a team based on facts and figures before sending them out to fight various “evils” (often times heroes who escaped who are trying to fight for their freedom.)

Now that we have our universe, let’s introduce our characters:

Tadashi (color: silver): Tadashi became a hero when he was eight. As a silver hero, he is a natural born leader, as well as having a strong sense of intuition (not quite future vision, but he gets flashes of possible outcomes.) His powers came about in a car crash that killed his and his little brother, Hiro’s, parents, and almost killed the both of them as well. Their dad was driving a bit too fast and Tadashi kept begging him to slow down because he had a “bad feeling” but his dad was in a rush and wouldn’t listen. Tadashi had his first major flash of a possible future seeing the car crash only moments before it happened, and he managed to throw himself over Hiro to cushion the impact. Tadashi briefly blacked out, and when he woke up there was silver blood coming from a gash in his arm. After making sure that Hiro was okay, he wrapped himself in a blanket and refused to let anyone remove it until his Aunt Cass arrived.

Aunt Cass (color: white): Aunt Cass had been protesting for heroes’ rights long before she ever became one.Her own hero turn was prompted by Tadashi’s--every team needs an older, wiser, more experienced person to look after them, and that’s what Aunt Cass became for Tadashi (and later Hiro’s) future team. She doesn’t have any explicit powers, but she’s became very good at talking her way out of things and misdirection to keep others from noticing things that they shouldn’t. For example, when Tadashi finally let her see him under the blanket and she saw his silver hair and blood, she managed to convince the police officers to let her drive her boys to the hospital herself instead of taking them in the ambulance where Tadashi would be discovered and taken away. It wasn’t until she had both boys in the car (they could not, of course, go to the hospital, she had to care for them as best she could at home) and they were driving home that she realized that her hair had turned white. At first she thought it might be because of the shock, but eventually she accepted her place as guardian of the team. Like most heroes who were trying to go undiscovered, she promptly bought hair dye for both her and Tadashi and made sure that the roots were touched up on a weekly basis.

Fred (kaiju): The first new member of Tadashi’s team was his best friend from school, Fred. Fred is not a traditional hero. He is, in fact, a kaiju,the result of more recent genetic mutation that started to randomly appear all over the world. Although most kaiju are peaceable and can switch back and forth between kaiu and human form, most kaiju upon discovery of their other form (which doesn’t usually occur until puberty) are immediately taken away and locked up or used as military weapons. Fred got the genetic mutation from his dad, who is also a kaiju--the only reason that his father remained free is because his parents had government connections and enough money to bribe them from keeping the secret ever getting out. Fred knew that he might be kaiju, but no one had known for sure if the gene would pass on. It did, and it was while sleeping over at Tadashi’s house one night when he turned for the first time in the middle of the night. He of course completely panicked, but Aunt Cass and Tadashi managed to calm him down and help him, and of course reassured him that they would never turn him in. That’s when Tadashi finally told him the truth about himself, and Tadashi realized that maybe this was the start of him finding his team--his real team, not one forced on him Fred was of course very excited at the idea of becoming a hero--a real one, and Aunt Cass started helping them train in secret.

Honey Lemon (pink): Honey Lemon was in Tadashi’s chemistry class in high school and discovered her powers when one of her classmate’s chemistry experiments went wrong. She managed to control the chemical overflow and turn it into something benign--no one really saw what she was doing as the room was evacuated, but when Tadashi saw her come out of the room and noticed a pink streak appearing in her hair, he and Fred both rushed her to safety, covering her hair until they could get her back to Aunt Cass’ for her first of many, many dye jobs. Honey Lemon doesn’t fit the typical airheaded pink magical girl stereotype--she may love all things pink and sparkly, but she’s got a genius mind for chemistry, which makes her power being able to control the elements and create brightly colored projectiles from the elements in her surroundings (or the ones she carries in her bag) just that much more potent!

Gogo (yellow): Gogo discovered her powers of speed at a fairly early age, saving her little sister who had run out into the street after an escaped ball from being hit by a tram. Gogo had to figure out how to dye her own hair (knowing that her parents were the type of people who would consider it their “duty” to turn her in), and rebelliously added a streak of purple, partially to make people wonder if she might be a hero but also to throw them off the trail of the real color of her hair. She is by no means your typical friendly and funny yellow hero--she never wanted to join a team, but she made friends with Tadashi in one of her classes at SFIT before knowing that he was also a hero, and once he discovered the truth about her he managed to convince her to join the team.

Wasabi (green): Wasabi’s powers manifested as a result of his anxiety--although he would try not to let the rest of the world see how anxious he was all of the time, as he got older plants would start randomly growing around him whenever the anxiety got to be too much for him. So in a way, the person he ended up saving was himself: once in the middle of a really bad anxiety attack, he locked himself in his room until plants had fully grown all around him, and somehow he managed to find peace being there in his own, safe space, realizing that the plants were trying to comfort him--lavender for calming, lamb’s ears providing a soft cushion, luminescent mushrooms making soft lighting. After that Wasabi stopped being afraid of his powers, but he still struggled to control them and keep his secret, as sometimes his anxiety would get the better of him and plants would start growing again. Tadashi also met him at SFIT and was the first to notice his powers, and of course he immediately invited him to join the team. It took some time for Wasabi to agree, but he finally did. He’s not the serene plant lover that you might expect of a green hero, but he’s learning to be comfortable with himself and the world around him more every day.

Hiro (red): Hiro never really expected powers of his own although he was admittedly a bit jealous when others started joining Tadashi’s team, wishing he could be a part of it himself, which is part of the reason he starts delving into bot fighting like we saw in the movies, only in this case he was hoping to get the chance to be a hero and spark his own powers. He finally gets his wish, but half wishes he hadn’t. The events of the Expo take place, and when Tadashi runs into the burning Expo hall and the explosion happens, that’s when Hiro’s powers finally spark (sorry, unintended pun.) He actually manages to control the fire, keeping Tadashi from dying or even getting burned. As soon as Tadashi realizes what’s happened and sees Hiro’s hair starting to change color, he throws his blazer over Hiro’s head and he and the others rush Hiro back to Aunt Cass’. The events of the movie still play out, only instead of having to invent their own powers, Big Hero 6 becomes the first independent team to take down a supervillain. You can imagine that the government is not happy about there being a vigilante team out there, and the team has to work harder than ever to keep their identities a secret. But they start a chain reaction, helping other hidden heroes like themselves take their lives back and starting to fight back against the unfair system!

#big hero 6 #colorvese #big hero 6 au #tadashi hamada #hiro hamada #aunt cass #fred #honey lemon #gogo #wasabi

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smutfanfictionlover-blog · 4 years

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HIDDEN SECRET- THE BOYZ SANGYEON SMUT FANFIC CHAPTER IV. LAST DAY OF STAY -RATED M

NOTE: FOR CHAPTERS WITH “R” MEANS RATED/HAVE SMUT SCENES

WARNING: VERY DETAILED SMUT SCENE!

CHAPTERS: 1 / 2 / 3 / 5-R / 6-R / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10-R / 11-FINAL-R

It was Thursday morning and Jinhee was the first one to wake-up and she went to Y/N’s room and when she went to her room, she suddenly heard Y/N saying Sangyeon’s name while sleeping and...

“Hey! Y/N wake-up! We might be late!” Jinhee said and Y/N woke-up with a shocking face and Jinhee noticed it.

“Why? Did you dream of Sangyeon? I heard you are saying his name while you are sleeping” Jinhee asked.

“Are you sure Jinhee?” Y/N said.

“I really like to capture a video or record it but I have no time for that because we might be late for work.” Jinhee said and she laughed.

“Oh! Ok! That’s all you heard Jinhee?” Y/N asked.

“Yup! Why is your dream to him a nightmare or a good one?” Jinhee asked.

“Of course! It’s a good one! We should go take a bath now!” Y/N said and Jinhee nodded and they took a bath and prepare themselves for work.

WHILE IN SANGYEON’S ROOM...

Sangyeon wakes-up and he remembers that it was the day where his main reward for Y/N will be given to her.

“I am so excited to give my reward for Y/N!” Sangyeon thought and smirked. Then someone called him and it was Hyunjae.

THEIR CONVERSATION...

Hyunjae: Good morning Sangyeon!

Sangyeon: Hey! Good morning Hyunjae! Why did you call me?

Hyunjae: I just remembered that this day you will do your plan to Y/N.

Sangyeon: So, what do you want to ask me Hyunjae?

Hyunjae: Why are you going to do this for Y/N? I am just really curious.

Sangyeon: I am just thinking that will be just private fan service for her.

Hyunjae: Is that all Sangyeon? Are you not that really interested to Y/N?

Sangyeon: Hyunjae, I hope you understand me I have no interest for dating someone now because I still have an issue and I want to clean my name first and then I will date someone.

Hyunjae: I get it Sangyeon! Just tell her about your intentions because she might think that you are dating her.

Sangyeon: Don’t worry I will tell Y/N about it and I hope she understand it. It seems you are really worried to Y/N. Tell me Hyunjae, do you like her?

Hyunjae: Yes! I like Y/N but I don’t expect that she will like me since her heart is only for you.

Sangyeon: Oh! I see! Don’t worry Hyunjae ok? I will let her understand it.

Hyunjae: Ok! I just don’t want Y/N to be hurt in terms of her feelings.

Sangyeon: I understand you Hyunjae! No worries!

Hyunjae: Ok! Thanks, Sangyeon! I have to go and I have a client to train today. Have a nice day!

Sangyeon: No problem Hyunjae! Take care and have a nice day!

END OF CONVERSATION.

“I didn’t expect that Hyunjae will like Y/N! But he has a point, I shouldn’t hurt her feelings.” Sangyeon thought.

IN THE FRONT DESK OFFICE...

While they are starting their shift, Y/N can’t focus in work because she had a dream to Sangyeon.

“Y/N, is there any problem? You seem to be distracted?” Younghoon asked.

“My gosh! How can I tell him that I have a dream to Sangyeon?” Y/N thought.

“I am really ok Younghoon! Don’t worry!” Y/N said and smiled at Younghoon and someone butted in their conversation.

“Y/N, just tell us now because we really see that you are not focused in work and Kevin might scold you for being distracted while working here.” Jacob said.

“Jacob is right, tell us right now your problem.” Jinhee said then Kevin went to them.

“Guys, go back to work and I will talk to Y/N it seems she is not comfortable to tell it to everyone.” Kevin said. Then the rest left Y/N and Kevin then she followed him in the office and she sat in the chair in front of his desk.

“Y/N ever since Mr. Lee or should I say Sangyeon stayed here for the past 2 days, you seem to have problems or you seem to be distracted in work instead of being inspired because you are fan of him. What did Sangyeon do to you? Tell me Y/N.” Kevin said.

“Should I really just tell him that I have a weird dream to Sangyeon? Y/N thought.

“I really don’t want to tell you this Kevin because you are also a guy ok? I bet this will be awkward to say that I just had a strange dream to Sangyeon and that’s what bothers me. Sangyeon did nothing to me while I am delivering his requests to him.” Y/N said.

“A strange dream to Sangyeon? What do you mean “strange”, Y/N?” Kevin asked.

“This is making me crazy! I should just tell him.” Y/N thought.

“Fine! I will be direct to the point Kevin. It’s a freaking wet dream ok? That’s what bothers me.” Y/N said and then Kevin laughed at her.

“Oh! I didn’t expect to hear that from you Y/N, but is that really just the thing bothers you? Because we also noticed that every time you deliver the requested items to him you took a long time to go back here in the front office desk.” Kevin said.

“In terms of being inside Sangyeon’s room for a long time, he just gave some things like drinks or sometimes food for me. So, no worries Kevin! “Y/N said.

“Fine! I trust your words Y/N. You can go back to work and I will let you continue to accommodate the requests of Sangyeon since it will be his last day here and he will check-out tomorrow at 12noon.” Kevin said.

“Ok! Thanks, Kevin for understanding me!” Y/N said and smiled at him.

“No problem Y/N! You should be more inspired since your favorite personal trainer trusts you more than everyone here.” Kevin said and smiled back and Y/N nodded and she went back to work and in the next few hours, Sangyeon keep calling in their office for requests and Y/N delivers the requested items and every time she went there, he keeps kissing her in the lips while inside the room and Y/N going back to the office really shocked.

“My gosh! Why does Sangyeon keep requesting things and it’s his last day today staying in the hotel! How many kisses did he do to me this day? This is making me crazy! I know I am his fan but this is too much for me to handle!” Y/N thought and tries to focus in work.

“Y/N it seems Sangyeon really tries to take advantage of the time he has with you today so much because it’s his last day here and he will check-out tomorrow.” Younghoon said.

“What are you going to do tomorrow before Sangyeon check-out the hotel?” Jinhee asked.

“I don’t know Jinhee! I will still think of a plan.” Y/N said. Then someone called then Jacob answered and...

“Y/N! Its. Mr. Lee!” Jacob said.

“My gosh! What is it this time?” Y/N said and they laughed.

“Here we go again! Sangyeon will make me come in his room again!” Y/N thought.

“I thought you are a fan of him! Go Y/N! You should do it for him! Remember this is his last day.” Jacob said.

“I have no choice! Fine! I will talk to him now.” Y/N said and Jacob gave the telephone to her.

THEIR CONVERSATION...

Y/N: Good day! How may I help you again Sangyeon?

Sangyeon: I bet you tired now huh?

Y/N: I shouldn’t be tired since you are our valuable guest here.

Sangyeon: *Laughs over the phone* Don’t you like my kisses to you whenever you come here in my room?

Y/N: We shouldn’t talk about that now ok? What do you need now?

Sangyeon: Can I have an extra towel and toiletries please?

Y/N: Ok! I will deliver to you! Just wait for me there!

Sangyeon: Ok! Thank you very much Y/N!

END OF CONVERSATION.

After their conversation, all of her co-employees are smiling at her and she just looked at them and all of them made way for Y/N to get a towel and toiletries for Sangyeon and then while she is in the elevator...

“What is he going to do now? Every time I go to his room now, I am getting nervous and anxious.” Y/N thought. Then when she reached his hotel room, she pressed the doorbell and Sangyeon opened the door a little bit and he grabbed Y/N inside his room and she was shocked of his actions and when she was inside his room, she saw a shirtless Sangyeon in front of her and...

“OMO! He has really a hot and sexy body! Why does he have to be like this!” Y/N thought and stared for a moment and she tried to focus in other things.

“It seems Y/N really likes my body! “ Sangyeon thought and smirked.

“I almost forgot here’s your towel and toiletries you requested. I should go now!” Y/N said and she gave it to him and when she is going out to his hotel room, Sangyeon hold her hand and kissed her in the lips passionately.

“My gosh! Here we go again!” Y/ N thought then her thoughts were cut-off when he pulled Y/N closer to him and she just responded to the kiss and while they are kissing, she felt that Sangyeon’s hands are going to her skirt.

“OMG! What will he do to me!!Shit! I don’t know what to think now! Is he horny now?!” Y/N thought and then Sangyeon pulled out from the kiss and looks at Y/N with lust.

“Y/N, this will be just quick for now. But if you want me to go all in for you, then you can just come here in my room after your shift. Because I can’t control myself to you!” Sangyeon whispered to her and licks her ears and he kissed her neck and she moaned and he kissed her lips again. Then Sangyeon, unzipped her skirt and he removed her underwear and she felt that his fingers are going inside her core and he inserted it and thrusts his fingers to her.

“OH SHIT! SANGYEON! AH! AH! UGH!” Y/N moaned and holds in to Sangyeon’s shoulder for support and he kissed her lips again to prevent her from moaning loudly. Then he thrusts his fingers to Y/N fast and hard to her then Sangyeon stopped kissing her.

“Y/N, cover your mouth so that no one will hear your moans ok?” Sangyeon said and Y/N nodded and she covered her mouth to prevent some noises and he went to her core and while he is still thrusting his fingers, he also starts to eat her in a wild way and because of that, Y/N pushed his head more to her and she still moans in her hands and Sangyeon felt that her legs are starting to shake and he holds it and as he continues to eat her...

“Sangyeon! I will cum!” Y/N said in a shaky voice.

“You can cum Y/N!” Sangyeon said and looked at her with a lustful gaze and smirked at her and then after few minutes, she cum in his mouth and fingers and he removes his fingers to her core and help her put her underwear and skirt and when she was about to collapse, Sangyeon carried her first in the sofa and...

“My gosh! What I got myself in to? This was really an unexpected one!” Y/N thought and he looks at her.

“Did you like it Y/N?” Sangyeon said and winked at her.

“I really don’t expect you that you will go this far to me. But yes, I liked what you did now!” Y/N said and tries to calm herself and he laughs at her.

“You will like it more tonight. if you really want to go to my room after your shift. You can decide first and if your decision is yes, you should not call me in your office and of course, you will tell your friend Jinhee that I just invited you for dinner so, that she will not be suspicious to us. But if your decision is no, then you can call me over the phone within this day. Are we clear Y/N?” Sangyeon said.

“Ok! I will think first and If my decision is no, you should expect a call from me at 6pm but if I don’t have any calls 6pm onwards and then it means yes.” Y/N said and she fixed herself.

“Ok! I will remember that Y/N!” Sangyeon said and smiled at her.

“I have to go back to work. I expect that many of my co-employees are waiting for me now because it’s already lunch break and I think you are also going to take a bath right now, Am I right?” Y/N said.

“You’re right Y/N! I think I just took advantage this time for you to see me like this.” Sangyeon said and winked at her.

“You are teasing me again Sangyeon! I really have to go! Bye! I will still think about your offer to me.” Y/N said and he laughed at her.

“Ok! Have a nice day, sexy Y/N!” Sangyeon said to her and she blushed and he kissed her lips quickly and Y/N waved goodbye to him and while she is in the elevator...

“How can I not forget what Sangyeon did to me now! I have to calm down myself and prepare some alibis to them I bet they will ask many questions to me!” Y/N thought. Then as she went back to the office to have a lunch break, many of her co-employees are looking at her and...

“Why? Just eat your lunch guys! I will eat now too and I am really hungry.” Y/N said.

“Why did you take so long again in Mr. Lee’s room again?” Kevin asked.

“I just helped him with some things, that’s why I take so long in Sangyeon’s room.” Y/N said.

“Are you sure? Why is your hair messy?” Jacob asked.

“OMG! I didn’t fix my hair a while ago!” Y/N thought.

“When we are organizing and fixing things inside his hotel room, my hair got messed up.” Y/N said and smiled at them.

“Ok! I bet we have no problems with her! Let’s just continue eat lunch.” Younghoon said. Then after few minutes, their lunch break ended and

“I still have to decide for Sangyeon’s offer and I should decide before 6pm whether I will tell Jinhee to go home without me or I will just go home with Jinhee and refuse his offer to me. This is killing me inside especially, what did he do to me a while ago!” Y/N thought.

“I should just decide later. I will try to focus now and I will be alright.” Y/N said to herself and someone heard her words.

“You will be really alright if you just do your job Y/N! You can just decide later whatever you are thinking of, right now.” Kevin said.

“OMG! He heard my words.” Y/N thought.

“I will now go back to work Kevin. I will be really focused now.” Y/N said and smiled at him and Kevin nodded and he went back to his office and Y/N continued to work. Then as time goes by, she still thinking about Sangyeon’s offer to her and it was 5:50pm and she should decide now.

“I can’t get enough of this! Fine! I will accept it! Since I am really attracted to Sangyeon and I am his fan and even though this will be just nothing to him I will just try to understand him!” Y/N thought and she went to Jinhee.

“Jinhee you can go home without me because Sangyeon invited me for dinner again.” Y/N said.

“Oh! Ok! Just take care when you go home later Y/N.” Jinhee said and Y/N nodded and she smiled at her. While in the room, Sangyeon looked at the time and it was almost 6pm.

“It looks like Y/N already decided to be with me tonight.” Sangyeon thought and smirked.

Then Y/N’s shift ended.

“OMG! This is a thrilling moment for me!” Y/N thought.

“Y/N have fun having dinner with Sangyeon and I will try to wait you later. Bye! I have to go!” Jinhee said.

“Ok! Good night and Take care Jinhee in going home!” Y/N said and smiled at Jinhee and after she left, someone approached her it was Younghoon.

“Hey Y/N! Aren’t you going home now?” Younghoon asked.

“Sangyeon wants to see me in his room. You can go home now. Bye and Take care!” Y/N said.

Ok! Bye Y/N!” Younghoon said and waved goodbye to her and he left and then she went to Sangyeon’s room and when she was in front of Sangyeon’s room...

“I have no choice but to accept his offer and I wanted to be with him just this night!” Y/N thought and she pressed the doorbell and Sangyeon opened the door and she went inside the room and he guided her first in the sofa and there are some foods.

“We should eat dinner first before going to the real deal ok? Because you might get tired Y/N.” Sangyeon said and winked at her and she blushed.

“Ok! Thanks, Sangyeon!“ Y/N said and smiled at him.

“Did your co-employees asked you many questions after you came back to your office?” Sangyeon asked.

“Thankfully, I am not asked too many questions while we had lunch break a while ago and they believed my excuses to them.” Y/N said and Sangyeon laughed.

“Wow! I am glad you can make excuses to them Y/N.” Sangyeon said. Then as they finished their dinner...

“Y/N before anything else, I want to ask you are you a virgin or not? “ Sangyeon asked and looked at her.

“Ummm... I am a virgin Sangyeon.” Y/N said and blushed and didn’t looked at him and he smirked.

“It means you are lucky that I will be your first Y/N.” Sangyeon said and winked at her.

“I didn’t imagine that I will give myself to my favorite personal trainer!” Y/N thought.

“Should I say I will be a successful fan of yours?” Y/N said.

“Well, you have a you point! Let’s not just talk now and I can’t wait to have you for myself Y/N!” Sangyeon said and he looked at her with lustful eyes.

“OMG! He is always hot when he is like this!” Y/N thought and he walked closer to her and he carried her and throws her in the bed.

“My wet dream is going to happen!” Y/N thought and her thoughts were cut-off when Sangyeon removes his clothes and Y/N stared for a moment but was shocked at the same time.

“OMG! How will I handle him and I can’t deny he’s big! I will be really wrecked tonight!” Y/N thought and while she is still staring at him...

“Isn’t it unfair that I am only the one who is naked now? or Should I help you remove all your clothes Y/N.” Sangyeon said and smirked at her.

“It will be hot if you will help me Sangyeon!” Y/N said and winked at him and he went to her and helped her to remove all her clothes and he checked-out Y/N first and...

“Wow! Your body is not bad Y/N! You are sexy! It seems you don’t need a personal trainer like me.” Sangyeon said and looks at her and he kissed her roughly and Y/N responded to the kiss and she tries to fight for tongue dominance but Sangyeon won and he dominates her mouth and his two hands went to her breast and massages it and she moaned in to the kiss and Sangyeon’s kisses went to her neck and he licks and bites her neck that made a hickey in to her neck and she continues to moan and then Sangyeon went to her breast and he sucks and licks it.

“UGH SANGYEON! AH! AH! AH! UGH!” Y/N moaned and she pushed his head more to her breast and he just smirked and continues to suck her breast roughly and after he gave an attention to her breasts, he kissed her stomach and went to her core and sucks it roughly.

“UGH! SHIT! SANGYEON! MORE! UGH! AH! AH!” Y/N moaned loudly and he continues to lick and suck her clit and he inserts a finger to her and...

“SHIT! AH! AH! AH! SANGYEON! FUCK!” Y/N screamed and held the bed sheets tightly and she tried to look at him and...

“SHIT! Sangyeon is so good at this!” Y/N thought. Then while he is still sucking her clit, he also thrusts his fingers to him in a faster pace.

“GOSH! LIKE THAT SANGYEON! UGH! AH! AH! I AM FUCKING CLOSE!” Y/N moaned.

“You’re so hot Y/N moaning my name like that! You can cum anytime!” Sangyeon said and he continues his actions to her and few minutes...

“FUCK THAT WAS HOT Y/N! YOU JUST SQUIRTED ON ME AND YOU ARE DELICIOUS Y/N.” Sangyeon said and smirked at her and he kissed her lips that made taste herself and they pulled out from the kiss and...

“You should also satisfy me Y/N, I know this will be your first time but I will let you experience it tonight!” Sangyeon said and looked at her.

“Sure! I will do everything for my favorite personal trainer.” Y/N said and winked at her and she went to him and she licks Sangyeon’s cock first and...

“Don’t tease me Y/N, I want now your mouth to me!” Sangyeon said and she puts his whole cock to her mouth and she tries to bobs her head in a fast pace and she also licks his whole shaft.

“FUCK! Y/N! LIKE THAT! YOU ARE SO GOOD! UGH! AH! YES!” Sangyeon moaned and he pulls Y/N’s hair and thrusts his cock to her mouth and as times goes by, his thrusts to her mouth became more faster that made Y/N in to teary eyes and she looked at him.

“OH! Y/N! YOUR MOUTH FEELS SO GOOD! I AM CLOSE AH YES!” Sangyeon moaned and in few thrusts of his cock to her mouth, he cum and she swallow all his cum and showed her tongue to him in a sexy way and...

“You’re such a good girl for me Y/N. Swallow my cum like that!” Sangyeon said and smirked at her and he pushes her in the bed and kissed her again passionately then they stopped and he puts a condom into his cock.

“You know that it will be a painful for a first-timer, right? *Y/N nodded* don’t worry you will like it later and while you are in pain you can hold on to me or bite me Ok?” Sangyeon said and Y/N nodded again.

“Prepare yourself for me Y/N! I will go in now.” Sangyeon said and she waited for him to insert his cock and then few seconds he inserts his cock to her and...

“OH GOSH! SANGYEON! FUCK! IT HURTS! UGH! AH!” Y/N moaned and she held on to Sangyeon’s back and he kissed her neck to distract her from the pain.

“Don’t worry Y/N, you will feel pure pleasure later.” Sangyeon said and he kissed her lips and he still slowly inserted his whole cock to her and he stopped when he was fully in her and waited for her to adjust and in few minutes...

“Sangyeon, you can move now.” Y/N said and he obeyed her and he starts with a slow pace and as time goes by, he thrusts his cock to Y/N in a fast pace.

“UGH! AH! AH! SANGYEON! FASTER! HARDER PLEASE! UGH!” Y/N moaned.

“YOU’RE SO TIGHT Y/N! FEELS SO GOOD! UGH! UGH! “ Sangyeon moaned and his thrusts became more faster and harder and the room was full of skin slapping noises and sexy moans.

“OH GOSH! YOUR COCK FEELS SO GOOD SANGYEON!” UGH! AH!” Y/N moaned and because has a good stamina, his thrusts became harder and rougher.

“SHIT! RIGHT THERE SANGYEON! UGH! AH! AH! UGH!” Y/N screamed when he hit her g-spot many times.

“YOU LIKE THAT HUH? I WILL GIVE YOU MORE Y/N! SHIT! UGH!” Sangyeon moaned and when his rough thrusts are still stable...

“SANGYEON! I WILL CUM! OH GOSH! SHIT! UGH! AH!” Y/N moaned.

“WAIT FOR ME Y/N! UGH! AH! AH YES!” Sangyeon said and in few thrusts they cum and he collapsed on top of Y/N.

“Shit! This is my amazing first time with Sangyeon!” Y/N thought and then Sangyeon kisses her lips and lays beside her and looks at her.

“How’s the experience with me, Y/N?” Sangyeon asked.

“It was a mind-blowing first time for me Sangyeon. I don’t know why did we go this far.” Y/N said.

“Me too! I just planned it for you Y/N. Also, it seems you will not be able to go home tonight and it’s getting late” Sangyeon said.

“I bet you have already prepared an excuse to them tomorrow. Am I right?” Y/N asked.

“Yup! No worries! Also, I bet your friend Jinhee will call you tomorrow too. I can talk to her too. You can work at 9 am right?” Sangyeon asked.

“Why do you ask Sangyeon?” Y/N said and looked at him.

“I want you to be with me until 9 am. Then 12 noon I will check-out and you will also accommodate me tomorrow.” Sangyeon said and smiled at her.

“Ok! You want to call Kevin, our manager right now?” Y/N asked.

“Ok! So, that no one will disturb us.” Sangyeon said and Y/N called Kevin and she handed the phone to Sangyeon.

THEIR CONVERSATION...

Kevin: Good evening Y/N! Why did you call?

Sangyeon: Good evening this is Sangyeon.

“Why did he use Y/N’s phone?” Kevin thought.

Kevin: Oh! Good evening Mr. Lee! I am kind a shocked that you are the one who is handling her phone. Is there any problem?

Sangyeon:I will ask a permission again for her.

Kevin: What is that Mr. Lee?

Sangyeon: Can you adjust her start time of work to 9 am?

Kevin: 9am? Why Mr. Lee?

Sangyeon: I need her to be with me until 9 am before I check-out in the hotel tomorrow and she will help me with some things here.

Kevin: Oh! Ok! I understand Mr. Lee. Y/N can be with you until 9am only.

Sangyeon: Thanks, Kevin and Good night!

Kevin: Ok! Good night Mr. Lee!

END OF CONVERSATION.

“I becoming more suspicious to them and why does Y/N is still at his room and it’s late.” Kevin thought and in other hand, Jinhee is still waiting for Y/N.

“It’s late and Y/N still is in Sangyeon’s hotel room? I bet she already sleep to his room. I should just call her tomorrow.” Jinhee thought and went to sleep.

IN SANGYEON’S ROOM...

“Kevin approved your 9 am start of work. I will still have you until 9 am!” Sangyeon said and Y/N smiled at him.

“Thanks, Sangyeon! I bet you want to tell me also that this was just like a friends-with-benefits relationship right?” Y/N said and looked at Sangyeon and he just became quiet.

“Y/N I hope you understand me because you know that I still have an issue and I want first my name to be cleared from the controversy and don’t worry I will make up to you again if we will still see each other after checking-out tomorrow.” Sangyeon said and looks at her.

“I understand Sangyeon and don’t worry this whole thing about us will be just a secret between us.” Y/N said and looked at him.

“Thank you, Y/N! I will really make it up to you after I clear my name. I promise!” Sangyeon said.

“Don’t make promises Sangyeon it will be hard for you to keep promises because I am just your fan and you are famous ok? But I can consider that we are now friends.” Y/N said.

“Ok! Thank you very much Y/N!” Sangyeon said and kissed her lips.

“I didn’t expect and imagine that you will be my first and you let me experience all this.” Y/N said and smiled at him and he slightly laughs.

“Well, my plan is not bad at all right?” Sangyeon said and Y/N nodded and they smiled at each other.

“We should go to sleep I am already sleepy and tired because of what you did to me.” Y/N said and they laughed.

“Ok! Good night and sleep well Y/N! Dream of me!” Sangyeon said.

“Good night and sleep well hottie Sangyeon!” Y/N said and he slightly laughed at her and he hugged Y/N when they sleep.

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