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Bite-Size Drarry - Under 10k (Part Three)

Pausing my RWRB reading (I have an ask about firstprince fics too and I’m working on it!) to answer this, which is the nudge I’ve needed. I’ve done this for Dramione before (under 5k), but I especially love tempting readers to Drarry.

Short works are the unsung heroes of fandom. They don’t get enough love, which makes me so sad, because you definitely don’t always need 100k to deliver a stunning story. These are your bedtime stories, your palate cleansers, your individual serving sizes of serotonin. It’s okay to enjoy these even if you only read slow burn 100k+ fics, I promise. Live a little!

This is a sampling of some amazing favorites, but I’m always reading new things and will add to it regularly. If you find something you love, I know the author would love to hear it, and so would I! Take a deep dive into their work to find other gems.

Here's Part One and Part Two if you missed them.

Bite-Size Drarry - Under 10k (Part Three) below:

Everything We Have by @thesleepiesthufflepuff. E, 5k. When Ron leaves the Horcrux hunt and Hermione goes after him, Harry finds solace in Malfoy, the fourth member of their party. Feeling broken and uncertain as they wait on a riverbank in Wales, together they find that some things are worth the risk.

Thermodynamic Equilibrium by @dorthyanndrarry. T, 5k. Harry’s too hot, Draco’s always cold. Together they create a perfect equilibrium.

No Bones About It by @peachpety. T, 5k. To remain eligible to play football for Hogwarts University, Harry needs to pass his gen bio exam. Too bad he chose the course based on the hotness of the TA and not the leniency of the professor. With the help of his friends and a Magic 8 Ball, Harry seeks tutoring from Draco Malfoy, Hot TA. Cue: chance encounters, flirting in library nooks, and prophecies fulfilled.

Closer by @pennygalleon. M, 5.1k. All who know them are convinced that Harry and Draco are a couple. But that's just ridiculous.

Draco at Nineteen by birdsofshore. E, 5.1k. It's the middle of the night and Harry Potter is sitting on my bed looking distinctly weird. I've had some fucked-up dreams in my time, but this one... this one is something new.

Yeehaw by @coffeedrgn87. E, 5.1k. In which Harry discovers that not only is he utterly gone for Draco, he always has a very specific fetish that revolves around Draco and a very particular pair of shoes.

From the Day We Met (I Loved You) by @dodgerkedavra. M, 5.1k. Harry receives a tiny, mysterious advent calendar on December 1. It takes him until December 24 to work out who it’s from.

Alabaster by @slytherco. E, 5.3k. It's not just for Harry, it's for them.

The Way You Say My Name by InnerLilith. E, 5.3k. In which Malfoy calls Harry pet names to get him flustered and riled up, and Harry gets flustered and riled up because he secretly likes it. The problem is that Malfoy is only teasing…or is he?

Mise en Place by @corvuscrowned. T, 5.4k. Draco needs to learn how to cook, and luckily, Harry knows his way around a kitchen.

The fact that Draco is using his newfound cooking skills to impress another man... Well, Harry just tries not to think about that too much.

But somewhere, among all of the spicing and savoring, Harry realizes that Draco is coming by for more than just a good meal.

Behind the glass by @quicksilvermaid. E, 5.5k. Harry would do anything for Draco. And that includes helping him satisfy a very particular kink.

Two of Us by @iota. E, 5.5k. The gang goes to a gay bar. Or: five times Harry accidentally pretended to be Draco’s boyfriend and one time Draco told him to put out or shut up.

Be careful what you hiss for by @maesterchill. E, 5.6k. Potter's speaking in tongues.

About his tongue.

And about his Auror partner Draco's tongue.

And about other parts of Draco too.

It's all very distracting.

A Sure Bet by @kbrick. E, 5.6k. Draco and Harry make bets during Auror training - and they keep upping the ante.

acts of service by @oknowkiss. E, 5.6k. Harry's sick, and Draco just wants to take care of him, but they're two idiots in love, so it couldn't possibly be that easy.

light as the sky above by icarusinflight. E, 5.6k. Harry notices Draco leave. Harry’s always had one eye watching Draco, and old habits die hard.

Letters Through Time by @julietsemophase. T, 5.7k. Harry has been gone for the past few years, unable to tell those he loves whether or not he was alive or dead. When he returns home, he is surprised to find he has some very important letters waiting for him.

Matched Set by @astolat. E, 5.7k. “No one asked you to look, did they?” Draco said, eyes glittering and intent on Harry’s face—like he’d just wiped off the years and turned back in time to when their greatest ambition in life had been to knock the other off his broom in front of the school and grab the Snitch first, before they’d both gone to war and come back with scars.

Intelligence by aideomai. T, 5.8k. “I don’t believe it,” Ginny said, voice low with venom and fury. “Did you know?” “I knew there was a spy,” Hermione said.

It’s Raining Drarry by @keepcalmandexpectopatronum934. E, 5.8k. After a quiet evening at home, the last person Draco expected to see on his doorstep in the torrential rain was a very wet and very naked Harry Potter.

Not Nineteen Forever by iota. E, 5.9k. A rogue charm hits on a mission and suddenly, Draco is nineteen again. Harry is still thirty-five and doing his best to look after his de-aged Auror partner (and forget about his long unrequited crush) until St. Mungo’s can brew the antidote. Only, Draco insists on wandering around Harry’s flat wearing nothing but Harry’s pants, flirting like his life depends on it and in the end, Harry’s only human after all.

Sugar Sweet by @the-sinking-ship. T, 5.9k. Draco thinks everyone forgot his birthday. (They didn’t.)

Take a trip into my garden by @andithiel. E, 5.9k. Harry has only been dating Draco for about two months, but he’s already obsessed with the git. And he knows that today, Draco has something special planned, something that includes him being dressed in skimpy lingerie.

Lay Your Weapons Down, Baby by @mushroomheadgirl. E, 6k. What started as a fight the third night back has turned into a ritual. You don’t talk. You don’t ask questions. You just meet in the abandoned classroom on the fourth floor when one of you gives the other that look. You fight. You call. You leave. And you finally get some sleep. — In which the boys fight until they fuck. Then, they fight and fuck. Then, they just fuck until the fucking isn’t fighting anymore but something else entirely.

Postcards From Italy by iota. E, 6k. A pool party, a nightclub, a bathtub. Draco Malfoy is the last person Harry expected to run into the summer before his third year of university, but he's not complaining (at least not anymore).

home is wherever i'm with you by @softlystarstruck. T, 6.1k. “Okay, well when are you going to finish decorating your room then?”

“What?” Draco asks. “What do you mean?”

“I–” Harry blinks, looking bewildered. “I mean, I’ve only been in there a couple times, but don’t you need to unpack the rest of your boxes? It’s been a few months since you moved in.”

“I don’t have any more boxes,” Draco says, feeling as lost as Harry looks.

“But all you have is your bookshelf and your bed. Don’t you have knick knacks? Or– or plants?”

Draco slowly shakes his head.

A story about what it means to build a home.

Head Over Heels by birdsofshore, @shiftylinguini. E, 6.1k. Bloody Malfoy. Always turning up when he’s not wanted, making Harry notice things he doesn’t want to notice...like Malfoy’s new tattoo.

Luckiest Fucking Size Queen Alive by @l0vegl0wsinthedark. E, 6.2k. Potter escorts me home, presses me into my front door and kisses me with a ferocity that’s exhilarating.

And then Potter asks me, in a growl that makes my cock throw a wet tantrum in my pants, how many more dates I would deem mandatory before I let him fuck me.

I drag Potter to bed.

Dancing on His Own by @writcraft. E, 6.2k. Under the decadent lights of London’s gay bars, Draco and Harry find one another again after years of searching.

I Think I Want to Marry You by @phdmama. T, 6.2k. 5 times Harry Potter asks Draco Malfoy to marry him and Draco doesn't answer. And then the one time he does.

Two Hours Later by @lazywonderlvnd. 6.3k. Two hours after the Battle of Hogwarts, Harry runs into Malfoy outside the Room of Requirement and returns his wand.

The Great British Wank-Off by @p1013. E, 6.3k. It’s eighth year, and all the boys have a bit of a competition. Harry challenges Draco to best two out of three.

Packing the Flat by @marguerite26. E, 6.3k. Months after their explosive breakup, Draco insists Harry return to their flat to remove his belongings.

A Darling Family by @nv-md and @lqtraintracks. E, 6.3k (Drarry + Teddy). Harry hates all the public appearances that go along with being the Chosen One, so Draco and Teddy concoct a plan to make the next event much more enjoyable—and rewarding.

Stage Five by @slytherco. M, 6.4k. Draco broke up with Harry four months ago, and he's been a wreck ever since. He visits the flat to retrieve his Auror badge and is quarantined while there, unable to leave.

Mirrors inside me by @cavendishbutterfly. E, 6.4k. Draco’s been in love with Potter forever. And just because they work together, and they fuck, and they text and break up and get back together regularly doesn’t mean Potter needs to know. In fact, it’s a pretty good reason why he shouldn’t.

A Problem for Another Time by jalesidor. G, 6.6k. Harry enjoys his evening walks by the Thames. Nothing to do with Draco Malfoy's dog, or Draco Malfoy reading poetry on a lone riverside bench. No sir. Nothing at all.

An Emerald in the Sky by @corvuscrowned. E, 6.6k. The hardest part about shagging an Unspeakable is that they’re not allowed to speak of anything. All Draco knows is that Harry works in Time. Harry works in Time, and while he’s out there in all of that time, it is as unforgiving to him as it is to anyone.

Somewhere along the way, Draco realizes he's been thinking in lines, when he should have been thinking in circles.

This Could Be Good by @cassiaratheslytherpuff. E, 6.6k. As a child, Draco had always loved his mother’s tales of soulmates, but he never thought he’d experience it himself. The universe, apparently, has other plans. Or, the one where Draco saves a dog and gets a soulmate.

Like This and Like This (Dreams of Lace) by @primavera-cerezos. E, 6.6k. Harry gets a peek of Draco's black lace knickers over the top of his trouser waistband, and can't stop thinking about it.

Heavy by @onbeinganangel. E, 6.6k. Potter isn’t nearly as slick as he thinks he is, is all Draco can think about through the alcohol haze and the dizzying atmosphere of the club. He really, really isn’t. Potter is across the club, surrounded by his usual entourage, looking at Draco when he thinks Draco isn’t looking back.

I'm lying when I'm looking away by InnerLilith. E, 6.7k. Sometimes it takes a Purim party and a flapper dress for Harry to figure out what he likes. (Spoiler: He likes Malfoy.) Or: Come for the hamantaschen, stay for the sex.

Last Offices by @tackytigerfic. M, 6.7k MCD Harry prepares Draco's body in pureblood rituals with the help of his friends after his partner's death on the job.

Trouble with your tie, Potter? by @tenthousandyearsx. E, 6.7k. The last thing Harry expects when Slughorn partners him up with Zabini is Malfoy shooting them furious looks throughout the whole class and then unceremoniously snogging Harry in the corridor.

Intention by @the-sinking-ship. E, 6.8k. Harry really ought to listen to whatever Ron is saying, but it becomes impossible to focus when a familiar figure across the pub curls his fingers around another man’s tie. And when that man leans in with a wolfish smile, Harry sees red, and all he can think is mine.

Snug by @moonflower-rose. E, 6.1k. Potter can't keep his hands off himself. Draco can't look away.

Champion by @shealwaysreads. T, 6.9k. Harry thought his Eighth Year would be simple and easy. And it sort of is, though not in the ways he expected.

Continued in Part Four!

Give the authors some love! I also adore hearing if you found a new favorite fic or author.

I’ll be regularly adding to this, so if you’re seeing this as a reblog, feel free to check my Master List of Recommendations for the most current list. If you see yourself and you’re not tagged, or I've got a broken or misdirected link, please let me know!

#drarry fic rec #drarry fanfiction #drarry fanfic #hp fanfic #drarry

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strawberryspence · 2 years

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i am in a very emo mood right now so here’s a disclaimer: i cried writing this and its very long.

Steve and Eddie have been together for seventeen years now. Both are very happy with their relationship, they’ve been engaged since they were twenty three and they haven’t looked back since. Gay marriage is legal by then in some parts of the country but not in Illinois (They’ve been living in Chicago since ‘87 when Robin started college and Steve packed up all of their stuff to follow her.) It’s not something they actively seek out, because would marriage really change anything in their relationship? They already refer to each other as husbands and they already wear wedding bands.

But kids. God, Eddie never really thought he would want kids. He grew up in an abusive environment that made him hate the prospect of procreating. At the age of thirteen, he realized he was gay and yeah, that was it, he won’t have kids, ever. But when he met Steve, Steve already had seven kids under his arms. Everyone knew about the six nuggets dreams and it’s always been a source of insecurity from Eddie, but Steve has been adamant that he didn’t need those things, he only needed Eddie. He jokes around about it, “I already have seven kids, okay? Eight if you add Robin.”

‘99 brings the first member of the Party 2.0. It’s Max and Lucas, of course, and though it was a long road to it, they made it. Max and Lucas are the two that moved out to California for college, but then moved back to Chicago to stay close to them. Eddie thinks it’s an unspoken agreement between Steve and Max, siblings bonded by trauma and love. They got married around ‘95, just a few months after Max and Lucas graduated college. Four years later, Eddie won’t ever forget Steve’s shaking hands when Max hands him Eleanor May Sinclair for the first time, her little tiny hands holding onto his finger as Lucas tells him that he was going to be the godfather. Steve smiles down at the tiny little red head, with her father’s eyes and her mother’s freckles and promises, “I am going to spoil you rotten, you’re going to hate it.”

‘01 brings the second member of the Party 2.0. It’s Jonathan and Nancy, who didn’t get married until around ‘98 because they were both too focused in their blooming careers. By then everyone had bets on how much longer before the two finally give in and get married, Argyle wins the biggest money and they still think there has been some kind of cheating. It’s a cold winter night when Nancy goes into labor. Steve and Eddie (with Robin, Max, Lucas and Ellie) takes the next flight to New York from the moment Jonathan called them that Nancy’s going into labor. Robin’s hailed as the godmother, because the skittle six all stayed close friends but there has always been some kind of women solidarity between Nancy and Robin. Eddie has to hold Steve’s hand when he starts crying when Nancy tells them her name, Barbara Arya Wheeler-Hopper. Nancy smiles at him, eyes glassy from exhaustion and emotions, as Steve holds her for the first time, voice shaking as he finally meets her, “Hi Barb.”

In the same year, the third member of the Party 2.0 is born. It’s Dustin and Suzie. That one was a looong story. After the Vecna fiasco of Spring and Fall of ‘86 (where they finally killed Vecna and closed the Upside Down for good), Suzie and Dustin broke up due to some miscommunications and because her father has been much more stricter after the Cali gang's visit. By chance, they meet again in MIT in ‘89 and remained friends for another two years (In Steve and Eddie’s dismay this led to long hours of telephone calls from Dustin pining over his ex-girlfriend-now-turned-bestfriend) before they finally got their act together when Dustin drunkenly proposes to Suzie (they don’t get married until ‘96). Steve and Eddie has come down to California about a week before Suzie’s expected labor day for moral support and just to help. Suzie goes into labor in a grocery store with Steve, while they were out buying peppers to induce labor. Steve has to drive them frantically to the hospital while a chill Suzie drinks her strawberry milkshake in the passenger seat. After 36 hours of labor, Edward Stephen Henderson was born. Eddie’s the one who cries more when Dustin announces the name, he’s also the first one in the party to hold the newborn. Eddie smiles down at Edward, laughing as he looks up at Steve, “I will do everything in my power so that you won’t end up with your father’s ego.” Cue Dustin’s protests in the back and Suzie laughing so hard she pops a stitch. Steve’s hand on his waist doesn’t leave even for a moment the whole night.

By ‘02 Max is pregnant again, Robin and Vickie’s adoption papers were processing and El’s been looking into Artificial Insemination. Will and Mike are the only two who doesn’t seem interested in having kids and are happy to just be the gay uncles that shower the kids with expensive ass gifts.

Steve’s hiding it well, Eddie will give that to him. Steve’s always been good with kids, always had that glow whenever he's around them and there is no doubt in Eddie's mind that his husband will be a wonderful, amazing father. It also helps mask the baby fever he’s had for about four years now since Ellie was born. Eddie doesn’t miss the melancholic looks he gets when it's time for Max to take Ellie home or the look he gets when they visit Barb and they have to say goodbye to her big brown eyes. Eddie knows his husband has wanted kids for as long as the’ve been together, but doesn’t say anything for his sake. So he takes a long look at his life. Does he want kids? Does he want to come home with kids in the house? Could he ever be even a sliver of the father that Steve was born to be? Would he be anything like his biological father?

He calls Wayne, talks to him for hours about every fear and doubt he has. He loves Steve so much and it hurts him to not be able to give this to him just because he’s being a coward again. Wayne soothes every shaking nerve in his body, and Eddie thinks, he’ll be fine. He’ll be fine because he wasn’t raised by John Munson, he was raised by Wayne Munson.

He’s done so much research about gay adoption that he has to hide the thick folder under a loose floor in their shared office, just so Steve can’t find it. He wants to be ready for this before he talks to Steve about it and by Christmas ‘02, he’s ready.

Its the quiet lull just before Christmas. The tree is decked out with numerous gifts, the house full of fairy lights (fairy lights they made sure would never blink), outside it just started snowing. In 24 hours, the house would be full with their family coming from different states to celebrate the holiday with them. Steve's wrapping the last few gifts, hot choco on his side when Eddie sits across him on the floor, handing him the thick folder.

Steve opens the folder with a bewildered look, his face shifting to shock in seconds. Steve looks up at Eddie with teary eyes, "Before you say that you don't need kids because I don't want kids, hear me out, okay?" Eddie reaches out for his hand, "I do want kids. I want kids with you. I've had kids with you since '86 when Dustin and Max decided to look for me. I've always wanted kids with you. I was... I was just scared that I'd end up like my dad, you know?" Steve sighs, hand tightening in his grasp, "Eds."

Eddie shakes his head, "Wait, I am not done. I talked to Wayne, you know? And I thought about it and I want kids with you, Steve Harrington. In any shape or form. If you don't want it right now, we can put a pin on it and if you tell me you never want it, then we forget this conversation ever happened. We could adopt, we could get a surrogate, hell, if I can get pregnant I will do it, sweetheart. I want a kid that's half you and half me and that might not ever be possible but we can raise and love a kid together and that'll be just as good." Steve's smiling now, tears still flowing from his face as Eddie cups his face, using his thumbs to swipe away the tears.

"So what do you want, baby?" Eddie smiles as Steve starts laughs, nodding. "Yeah, yeah, I want a kid with you. Fucking hell, Eds." Steve hops up, tackling Eddie into a hug and showering him with kisses. They stay like that for an hour, just soaking in the pure adoration and love they feel for each other.

It's not until October '05 that their kid comes home. Elijah Syl Harrington-Munson was a 6 month old boy. Steve cries the first time he holds him as Eddie embraces him, Elijah holding his index finger in his tiny palm.

"Stevie, he has your hair." Eddie comments and there's no hint of joke or trick in his voice, just full of awe and Steve just cries even more.

When Elijah finally opens his eyes, Steve can't help the tenderness that bursts through him, "Eddie, Eds, he has your eyes."

Elijah's not a Harrington-Munson in blood, but he's Steve and Eddie's son through and through. And yeah, Elijah grows to have the same brunette wavy hair, styled just like his Dad's and the same brown doe eyes just like his Pa's. Sometimes, he sits in the living room as he reads a thick book with a basketball game playing on the background, Steve and Eddie thinks he's always meant to be theirs.

They adopt more kids. Not six because fuck no. But they do have their three nuggets, half Steve Harrington and half Eddie Munson and he won't ever have it any other way.

#and they lived happily ever after #i cried writing this #the harrington-munson show sounds like a sitcom that i would 100% watch #i love my dads #steddie rants #daeheadcanons #steddie fanfic #steddie headcanon #steddie fic rec #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve harrington x eddie munson fluff

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reallyromealone · 2 years

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You have curly colbalt hair as that is what their hair blended would be. Everything else is up to you

"Na-ho-ya"

"Oyayayaya!"

"How about Sou-ya?"

"Soa!"

The Kawata twins were currently laying on their stomachs Infront of their baby brother, the babe was learning words and the twins would be damned if it wasn't their names first.

So far (name) was doing pretty well with their names, not the complete name but they would take what they could get honestly "we gotta take you to a meeting buddy, so you gotta be good ok?" Nahoya smiled at his baby brother as he lifted him up while Souya grabbed the baby bag and the two headed off, leaving a bit early as they couldn't drive with the baby.

(Name) was a happy baby, many would say he's like Nahoya but when he started crying....oh god.

Not a lot could calm the baby down.

Thankfully the twins kept up with his needs when their mom was working so (name) was pretty content 90% of the time.

(Name had his own tiny twin devil's gang jacket, made of softer materials of course as the twins plopped down in their usual spots with little (name) seated in the eldest lap, Souya popping a pacifier in the babes lap and the twins acted like they didn't just bring a tiny baby to a gang meeting.

"You gonna elaborate on this?" Pah asked pointing at the baby, the rest of the gang staring at the twins curiosity "new recruit, duh" smiley said holding (name)s chubby little arm and making him wave "oh, (name)s here?" Baji asked walking in, the wolfish boys presence made (name) clap happily and squeal much to Baji's delight.

"Baji, you know the kid?"

"Yeah he's their baby brother, learned about him by accident"

"Huh"

"Well why is he here?"

"Mom had work so where we go, he goes" angry said seriously, his resting pissed face would normally scare children but (name) just held his arms for the other demanding to be held and Souya couldn't refuse as he took him in his arms.

"Mitsuya how hard would it be to make a baby toman uniform?" Mikey asked, mouth full of snacks "not long at all"

"Then that settles it (name) is now apart of toman"

The meeting continued, pausing half way as (name) began fussing, the twins quick to pull out a bottle for the baby boy and feeding him and urging the meeting to continue as they fed him.

(Name) gave a cute burp and surprisingly no spit up this time and once the meeting was over was introduced to the gang, each member excited to meet "toman-chibi" who stuck to his brothers shyly "he's not used to so many new people" Nahoya said fixing his baby brother colbalt afro gently, knowing the babies scalp could be sensitive.

Eventually it was time for (name) to head home, the baby out cold in Souyas arms as the three kawatas walked home, Mikey mentioning off handed that the babe was now protected by toman before they left when the baby managed to say the latter half of his name"key" over and over again, boosting the blonds ego to the max.

The twins just wanted (name) to presue whatever he wanted and to know he was loved always by his brothers.

Because they sure did love him.

#tokyo revengers x male reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers fluff #smiley kawata #smiley x reader #angry kawata #angry x reader

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theredquilt · 3 years

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@rhettjmc @lallyloo Please prepare yourselves for copious tiny faces and noises in the more. I was sadly unprepared and nearly perished 😔

#tiny rhett gang #this of course goes out to all tiny gang members #lethal amounts of tiny today #stay safe out there

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erodasfishtacos · 3 years

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has harry ever come before yn? and how did he react to it

warning: um this is straight up filth, sorry (not sorry)

CEO!H

“Baby, c’mon,” He huffs in frustration, his thumb slips once again because she’s just so wet for him.

“M’trying!” YN bites back, “You’re expecting me to come in two seconds all because you got yourself worked up by rubbing your dick on my tattoo.”

Harry can’t deny even after a few years of the ink being on his wife’s bum doesn’t make it any less hot to him.

It takes one more harsh pump of his hips before he’s groaning and coming, his fingers faltering on her bud once again.

YN is whining - these displeased, spoiled little noises that prickle the skin on the back of his neck and grit of his teeth.

“Y’sucha god damn brat,” Her husband spits out, not even enjoying his release because of his impatient, perfect wife.

“M’not,” YN retorts as she flips onto her back and lays down, not even disgusting her pout.

“Out of the hundreds and hundreds of times I’ve fucked you and made sure y’finished first - the one time y’dont you want to get all huffing and bent out of shape.”

YN squints at him, because he’s not wrong, she chooses to bite back with a bit of attitude, “Well you had some clumsy fingers tonight.”

Harry barks out a laugh, spreading her legs roughly, and muttering, “I’ll fuckin’ show clumsy fingers.”

Then continues on to make her come twice if his fingers along just because.

MLBrry

“Oh my god,” YN giggles loudly when Harry curses as he spills inside her - legitimately after only about three minutes of being in her.

“Shut up,” He whines, ego bruised a bit as he pulls out with a look of betrayal at his already softening cock, “Y’looked so good in m’jersey at the game tonight. Flauntin’ y’tits like tha’.”

YN smirks widely, turning around from where he had her bent over their bathroom counter, “I know, I saw how many times you had to ‘adjust’ yourself in your uniform.”

Harry hauls her up until her bum’s on the cold marble and her legs are spread to show him where she’s dripping from him.

“Can’t help it. It’s nearly impossible not to come the second I’m in you,” He pouts, it was the truth - usually he had amazing stamina but every once in a while his body was a traitor.

YN let’s out a quiet sigh when he tucks two fingers back inside her, twisting and curling in the way that make her toes crinkle.

“You amaze me. I’ve given you four babies and y’still as horny as ever,” YN giggles pleased and confident because of her husband’s constant want for her.

Harry pushes forward to lick into her warm, sweet mouth before he’s resting his forehead against hers and watching his fingers work into her perfect heat.

“Only horny f’you, mama. Course s’just for my wife, m’so fuckin’ in love with you. In love with your body, this beautiful thing has given us our babies - how could I not be obsessed?”

YN comes panting in his mouth and a smug smile on her face when he hardens back up against her thigh in the process.

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Deaf!Harry

Harry’s lips are bright pink and swollen, his narrow hips pushed against the tiny counter in the frat bathroom as YN kneels in front of him.

“Baby, baby, want to fuck you. If you blow me I’ll come,” He signs in warning, attempting to coerce her into standing up but she doesn’t budge.

Her hands are quick on his belt and skinny jeans, letting his thick length rest towards his tummy as she leans forward to lick at the head.

He wasn’t joking, right as she suckles harshly on the head with her hand stroking the rest - he flexes and released with a loud loud moan.

“Didn’t know my mouth was that good,” YN gestures as she stands up with a teasing lift to her lips, thumbing a lose drop.

“You know when you grind on me it gets me going,” He accuses to justify his short span, “Don’t act like you don’t come in a second when I have my mouth on your clit and three fingers up in you.”

YN swallows harshly at the dirty talk, startling when someone bangs on the door, stating the need to use the toilet.

“I’m totally telling Niall you came in legit two minutes,” YN signs before swinging up the door and disappearing into the crowd - leaving behind her flabbergasted boyfriend.

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Vamprry

“My leg is cramping, H,” YN complains noisily as he keeps her leg lifted a she fucks in from behind as they lay on the bed.

Harry is so so close.

His annoying little creature wasn’t going to find her end because of a god damn leg cramp.

“Bat, just let me - oh fuck,” Harry snarls loudly as he can’t control himself any longer, fucking harshly into her a few more time before he comes.

Ad soon as he’s lowering her leg, he’s met by her displeased, grumpy whimpers that make him want to bite her until she’s limp or kiss her sweetly - sometimes he can’t tell which.

He drops her leg, planning to finish her off but she pushes his hand away which has him baring his fangs and snarling fiercely at her.

“No, I’ll finish myself,” She grunts, rolling onto her back and propping up her legs, one hooked over Harry’s thigh.

Every time he tries to reach over to help as she rubs quickly and precisely at her bud with short puffs of air - she smacks him off which makes him hiss angrily as he watches on.

“You’re like a million years older and you can’t control yourself still?” YN teases breathlessly as she feels a ball of fire start to pool in her stomach.

Her grin gets wider when his eyes blacken and his lip curls completely back to reveal his glimmering white canines.

“Pest, you are not doing it correctly. Let me make you come,” Harry demands with agitation, his hands clenching to not just grab her.

“Shut up,” She snaps back, two fingers rubbing in languid circles that have her hips bucking - it really shouldn’t turn her on that her vamp boyfriend is threatening her with his fangs.

“I rarely ever come before you. Please little human, you are annoying me and I wish to make you come now,” Harry tries to use a more gentle tone.

YN finally gives in, letting him take over with his own fingers, two tucking inside and his thumb right on her nerves.

His fangs ascend back into in gums as he admires his squirmy mate who is restless until she tense and releases on his hand.

It’s only a matter of second before she is coaxing his fangs back out - because she loves to torment him, “Better luck next time champ.”

“Enough,” He growls at an ear-shattering volume before he’s biting at her mating mark to get her to submit.

Works everyday.

—

Influencer!H

Harry was getting himself overly worked up, as soon as YN pressed record for a little something that she could watch when she had to leave tour for two weeks.

“Honey bee, c’mon,” Harry rasps, voice as deep as it goes as he sits in the armchair in their hotel room - legs spread and feet planted on the floor.

“Hold on, just want a shot of this,” She replies, he was so fucking hot - couldn’t grasp that this man was her’s sometimes.

He had a firm, lazy grip on his cock - thumb circling his extremely sensitive tip every so often which made him shutter.

“Slower, tease yourself,” YN murmurs as she films him, watching raptly as he slows down his strokes but fucks up into his hand.

“Want t’be in you, bee,” Harry tells his with a wrinkle between his eyebrows as he twitches in his palm.

“Then listen to me,” She orders in a voice she rarely uses - a authorative voice that has Harry moaning as he squeezes himself.

“M’listenin’, I promise.”

“Stop,” YN replies, eyes following when he releases his grip and it sways before resting on his taut belly - pink and swollen.

She props the camera on the desk, shimmying down her underwear, and straddling him on the chair - letting herself sink down.

“Oh fuck - baby, m’gonna - bloody hell,” He moans as he comes within seconds, hand squeeze her plush hips.

His forehead is sweaty, lips puffy, and YN is so pleased with him, whispering that he’s so fucking good for her, she can’t wait to watch it when she’s away.

Cheating!H

“Y’takin’ it so good, darlin’,” Harry grunts out, teeth gritted and hand grasping her jaw to keep her mouth against his.

YN was in a mood tonight.

“C’mon, we don’t have much time before Anna comes looking, H,” YN goads coyly, her plush hips digging into the counter where her bum is pressed against.

“Hush up, pup,” Harry scolds, biting at her swollen bottom lip before hiking her up a bit more to hit her spot right on.

“She’s gonna be so bummed, y’can’t get it up for her tonight after fucking me,” YN doesn’t stop with the filth.

“Y’act like I have ever fucked ‘er. I’ve only been givin’ it t’you for the past ten years,” He mutters, tongue licking into her mouth to shut her up.

When someone knocks on the door, they don’t stop, Harry determined as he pounds into her with hard, meaningful strokes.

“Harry, are you in there? Are you feeling alright?” Anna asks from the other side of the door - it was super loud because of the party.

He comes right then on the spot.

“You’re sick,” YN giggles, pleased as he pumps in a few more times to fill her up - claiming her as he always did.

—

Gang!H

It started with the god damn fucking teasing.

Rival gang members, the police, literally nobody gets under his skin - just his bloody nuisance of a wife and she took full advantage.

She got in these moods were she would fuck with him, tease him, wind him up until he had her pinned down with a sore arse.

He loved her so fucking much.

It started at the bar, she had leaned over with way too much cleavage on display as she fluttered her eyes to get men to buy her a drink.

Harry who was currently in the middle of a lucrative deal couldn’t concentrate as a man offered to buy her a glass of wine.

He didn’t care who saw, he excused himself and pushed her harshly into the bar until it would bruise her hips.

“Cut it the fuck out now, m’busy,” He hisses menacingly in her ear, ignoring the men who were staring wide eyes at the exchange.

Her hand comes back to subtly palm at his crotch before humming, “All these nice men are willing to pay attention to me.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Harry rumbles, gripping her wrist and moving it away from his groin with force.

“Whoa, man! You can’t talk to a lady like that!” A brunette gentleman squawks after watching the interaction.

Harry steps back, a sly smile rising the corner of his lips, and he purposefully lifts his shirt just a bit to flash a shining gold desert eagle tucked in his waistband.

The man’s eyes widen in horror which makes Harry chuckle darkly, “Don’t tell me how to treat m’fuckin’ brat of a wife, she fuckin’ loves it anyways.”

With that, Harry storms back to continue his meeting and YN grins, a little flushed as she sips on a glass of water - aroused beyond belief.

After a bit, YN disappears down the hallway to the restroom, and sends Harry a text that has him excusing herself.

Please help me. Woman’s bathroom, hurry.

Harry’s reaching back for his gun, not hesitation as he rushes down the hallway - heart pounding at the thought of his love in trouble.

He slams open the single stall bathroom, gun drawn but all he sees is his beautiful wife, on her knees with lust obvious in her body language.

“Y’tha’ fuckin’ desperate?” Harry scoffs, locking the door and placing his gun on the counter - already reaching for his belt and zipper.

“Please sir.”

It sends a harsh, electric zip down his spine as he hisses when his wet tip hits the cold air, he bends down first - forces her mouth open and spits.

But his words are soft and loving after, “Brat, love you s’much. Y’the love of m’life.”

Her eyes twinkle but she can’t speak because he’s guiding himself in her mouth with a long push that has her breathing heavily through her nose.

Harry surprises himself when he ends up spilling right after she pulls off for a breath and jerks him, rasping out, “I love living life with you.”

Yeah he comes at words and he isn’t fucking ashamed.

It has him pushing her up against the wall and licking her out until she’s teary from sensitivity and legs quivering pathetically.

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lhs - runnin’

lee heeseung [a. + f. 4700 words] runnin’

to you

you came up on some new

i know i shouldn’t feel blue

‘cause i was runnin’ out of time for you

synopsis: you met heeseung in your freshman year of college and immediately hit it off. you’ve made it to your third year and when everyone including yourselves thought that you were each other’s endgame, the devastation when you two split was immeasurable. you both know there’s still love between you. this break allows you both to realize new things. can you two find your ways back to each other? will this be the final goodbye?

genre + tropes: angst. fluff. comedy. college!au. establishedrelationship!au. exes!au.

warnings: fem reader. swearing. arguing. nosy friends. cold heeseung and cold reader. drifting relationship. interventions. slight suggestive themes but it’s only mentioned like once. they both pine over each other. mentions of alcohol and binge drinking. maybe not a happy ending. if you choose to see it that way. whoops. appearances of the rest of enha plus txt yeonjun and soobin.

i. the break

“so this is how it’s gonna end? i thought we were doing fine.”

heeseung erupts into an even angrier fit, “are you kidding me? we are not fucking fine. in what world is this fine? tell me!”

you scoff from where you stand cross-armed on the other side of the bedroom. “well, can you really blame me? it’s hard to see if there’s something wrong if we never see each other.”

“exactly my point! we don’t see each other.”

the two of you have been at each other’s throats since heeseung showed up at your apartment. you have no idea how long ago that was or when the argument started. all you remember is coming up to him when he arrived, wanting to actually spend some time with him. instead he shrugged you off and ignored you, blaming the fatigue. the rest has been a blur. one of you made an offhand comment and now here you are: frustrated and in another fight.

a quick recap: you two met at a mutual friend’s party. you thought that each other was attractive and he ended up asking you out. from there you kept going out, fell in love, dated, and everyone thought you were perfect together. three years later and it’s getting tiring. life has been draining trying to balance it all.

“and who’s fault is that?”

annoyed, he snaps back, “oh please, you can not put the blame solely on me.”

“bullshit. i sure can when i’m the only one making an effort here. i’ve actually been trying to save us. you, on the other hand…” you pause again, rolling your eyes, “well, we both know just how much you care.”

his jaw drops, defensively he spits back, “are you genuinely implying that i don’t care about you? about us? that’s rich.”

you move to sit on the edge of the bed, staring at a single spot on the floor. you can see the shadow of heeseing pacing back and forth. you sit there, not looking at each other. the only sounds to be heard are his footsteps and the heavy sighs from you. you think back to the last several weeks. you recall each of the times you have been able to see each other. there’s no substance, nothing memorable. the only thing that comes to mind is that you always end up not talking at all or arguing.

just like right now.

“be real, heesung. when was the last time we went on a date? when was the last time you stayed the night without it ending up with you just knocking out? when was the last time we actually sat down and had a conversation? be honest because i will. i can’t remember.”

“and yet you thought we were fine?”

“well it’s better to believe a good lie than face the hurtful truth. i’m trying to save this relationship. i’m trying all the fucking time and you don’t do shit.”

he spits back frustrated, “well maybe that’s because there’s nothing to be saved.”

“are you kidding me right now? am i supposed to be scared? you tell me that there’s nothing to be saved and expect me to just give up?”

“sorry but i’m not running from this anymore.”

“you’re not sorry and we both know it.” you push yourself back up to stand, resting your hands on your hips, “you can’t say you’re sorry and expect me to forgive you. that’s not how this works.”

“this isn’t what i wanted to happen. this isn’t how it was supposed to go.”

“then make it work.”

“i- i can’t,” he holds his hands over his face, running one through his hair, “it’s too much.”

“so what? what do you mean?”

he finally stops. he takes a deep breath and lets it all out, “i just can’t see this working anymore, at least not like this.”

ii. week one

you thought this would be more difficult. that this would be the hardest pill to swallow. the first week apart may actually be the easiest. nothing has really changed. that’s probably because you haven’t told anyone that you two are no longer together. perhaps the time that you didn’t spend with each other before the break up had trained you for this.

life goes on, with or without heeseung. that’s what you keep telling yourself. you choose to get caught up with your life. you have other priorities. it’s not a crime to focus on yourself for the first time in three years.

heeseung feels the same. he doesn’t see any point on dwelling on the breakup. sure, he was the one who made the decision. he’s the one who put it out there. he’s the one who ended it and the one who is taking responsibility.

lucky for both of you, you don’t have any courses together and your schedules don’t really coincide. there’s no chance at any awkward run-ins. there is this weird, tiny feeling though. there’s this small inkling of something missing. you both suppress it. i mean, hell, the breakup just happened.

iii. scheming

meanwhile, your friends have all seemed to notice that the two of you are off. they aren’t sure what it is. they get that you two have had some time apart, but you’re both adults with lives. you have your own classes, jobs, other friends, and such. no one mentions it because they don’t think it’s their business.

but come on… there’s no way they won’t get to the bottom of it. our resident gossips, sunoo and sunghoon, team up and make it their mission to snoop around. of course, they take precautions to not get caught. the scheming duo find out nothing, to no avail.

now the gang of the scheming duo plus jay, jake, and niki have convened in the common room of jungwon’s dorm building. the 02z are all playing billiards in one corner. sunoo battles jungwon in a game of ping pong. the youngest of the group sits by himself on one of the couches, contemplating if he should speak up. they’ve been in a heated discussion as they try to figure out what exactly has been irking them.

riki, against his own conscience, speaks up to the five. he has this gut feeling and innocently wants to voice his opinion. “what if,” the young boy start out while gauging the faces of the others, “now don’t get mad and just hear me out.” he stops again, taking his time to make eye contact with each of the older boys, waiting until they all nod, “what if… they broke up?”

the group of friends all exchange glances with each other before breaking out into laughter. jay composes himself a bit, still chuckling when he says, “seriously? you think they broke up? heeseung and y/n? yeah, no way.”

sunoo leans onto the ping pong table and eggs him on, “they are literally soulmates.”

jungwon sets his racket down and goes to plop himself next to riki on the couch, “there is no way in hell the two of them split.”

iv. breaking news

“yeah, we split.” plain and simple. three words that crushed the poor hearts of jake and jungwon. he broke the news over brunch. he sensed their curiosity when they deliberately never brought you up.

“good joke there, dude. almost had me for a second.” jake says, awkwardly with a forced laugh.

the youngest of the three chiming in and agreeing, “yeah, that’s really funny.” a silence hits the booth. “you are joking… right?”

the oldest then looks back and forth between the two, tilting his head to one side like a confused pup. he doesn’t see why they think he would joke and simply replies, “nope. you guys haven’t asked so i’m guessing you tried to snoop around and pick up on my cues. i’m also guessing sunoo’s behind this whole operation.”

“ok wait,” jake interjects, “what do you mean you broke up? you can’t just break up.”

jungwon agrees, “he’s right. you two are just playing a prank on us.”

“guys, i’m serious. y/n and i are no longer together.” the two just freeze, jaws dropped, eyes wide. “besides, it’s better this way.”

v. bad timing

meanwhile the remaining four members of their friend group have met up in the campus library in an attempted study session. so far, they’ve just gone back to gossiping and slacking off. the boys all find themselves teetering on the verge of sleep. that is until sunghoon catches you walking in. immediately going to softly pat the others back awake, they all look up confused. trying to stay subtle, hoon jerks his head to the side in your direction.

you make your way to one of the shelves, searching high and low for a book you need for your literature class. sneaking up behind you comes choi yeonjun, the library aid and a friend of yours.

“need any help?”

“no thanks, i’m good jun.” you give him a polite smile.

unbeknownst to both of you, the failure of a study group has creeped to a closer table. they knew that you two were friends but they still can’t help but eavesdrop. “will you two please shut up so we can hear them?” the annoyed face evident on sunghoon’s face at the bickering of sunoo and niki. he turns to see jay, snacking and not paying attention. he rolls his eyes at the group, his gaze then catching yeonjun leading you out of the shelves. quickly shushing the three and nodding his head in your direction again, they finally get the hint.

yeonjun steps in front of you, “so you know my friend soobin, right?”

“soobin… as in choi soobin?”

yeonjun flashes his bright smile, “that’s the one.”

“yeah i know him. we had a stats class together a while back. he definitely taught me a few tricks around a calculator.” you laugh with him, “he’s super sweet, and needless to say cute too.”

“well, am i glad to hear that! long story short, he’s kinda been crushing on you lately and wants to know if you’re free. he mentioned your shared class before but he said he never got your number.”

“since you have mine already, go ahead and give it to him. tell him i’m free whenever he is.”

yeonjun raises his eyebrows at your boldness, “will do. i just wanted to ask you first before i gave it to him because… y’know…”

“no worries, i completely understand.”

he gives a quick goodbye before going back to his desk. storming quickly, four faces appear in front of you, all a combination of confusion, shock, and anger.

sunoo starts, “um… y/n. why are you telling yeonjun to give your number to another guy?”

“yeah, are you cheating on heeseung?” his partner in crime, sunghoon, joins in.

you pause and scan their faces. your face dawns an equally as confused expression. “how can i cheat on someone who isn’t my boyfriend?”

four jaws simultaneously drop. riki’s being the first to close and answer a bit hushed, “i knew it.”

jay turns to him in disbelief, “not the time, niki!”

“did heeseung not tell you guys?” you ask them slowly. “i assumed he would be the one to let you all know.”

“that you two broke up?!” sunoo asks angrily, being shushed by yeonjun from the counter. giving an apologetic smile then tuning back into your conversation, “what do you mean you two broke up?”

“we just… broke up. that’s it. end of story. now if you’ll excuse me, i have to actually study.”

they watch you check out the book you came in for originally and walk out the doors, unsure of what to do next.

vi. the intervention

arranging your monthly movie night was not exactly the easiest task given the tensions surrounding two people in your group. so the only logical solution that they all could think of was to simply not to tell one of you that the other was coming over. a fool-proof plan.

in the dorm of the 02z, you did not expect to see heeseung when you walked in.

he gets up from his spot on the couch, “what the hell is going on here?”

“yeah, an explanation would be nice.” you cross your arms as you glare at the younger boys.

niki, trying to act as mediator gestures for both of you two sit on the loveseat—the same loveseat that was always reserved for the two of you before. “this is an intervention.”

after the confession of their intentions, everyone goes quiet. not a single word is spoken for several minutes, no one knowing how to start. after much internal contemplation, jungwon finally attempts to start. “we brought you two here today because- you know what, i can’t do this.” he stops and cuts himself off, burying his face in his hands.

sunoo sits next to him with his arms crossed. “how dare you two? our parents gets divorced and we don’t even get a notice.” it was common for them to refer to you and heeseung as the parents of the group, being the oldest. although something about sunoo still calling you by that nickname stings, him shaking his head to display his disappointment making you feel guilty.

you see heeseung out of the corner of your eye avoiding looking up to your friends. “look, i don’t see the big deal. we broke up. that happens when relationships don’t work out.”

sunghoon quickly intervenes, “how can you say it isn’t a big deal? you’re letting three years go to waste and that’s all you can say? that’s what happens.” he scoffs at how shameless you come off.

“well, would you rather us stay together even when we were unhappy?” their reactions were a mix of shouts, the words yes, of course not, and duh all blending into each other.

that’s what brought your ex boyfriend out of his daze. “y/n has a point. we broke up and it’s over. we were no longer happy and i don’t see the point in bringing it up again either. it’s in the past. let it go.” he says rather coldly and sternly. him actually saying it and acknowledging it caused that weird feeling to come back. his body language is off, too. your years together has taught you enough about heeseung to know when he’s upset, especially with himself.

jake takes his turn, looking down at his fidgeting hands and muttering sadly, “but you promised each other forever.”

that prompts you and heeseung to glance at each other quickly, making eye contact and it lingering for a couple of seconds. you look away first, not noticing that his stare doesn’t leave you.”some promises just can’t be kept.” your response then making him turn away.

“bullshit.” it’s the first word uttered by jay this entire time. “neither of you are the type to break promises.”

“some things can’t be helped,” heeseung defends.

jay, getting angrier, asks his friend, “did you know that she’s already going on a date? yeah, that guy, soobin. i’m pretty sure you know who he is. your ex,” he makes sure to stress the last word with a certain degree of annoyance, “thinks he’s cute.”

emotionless, heeseung answers back, “good for her, then.”

you were sure that you were over him, that’s why you said yes to the date. but something about him not caring leaves you feeling odd.

jungwon stops your train of thought, “no, you’re supposed to be upset. you’re supposed to get jealous and confess you still want to be with her. you’re supposed to fight for her and be together.”

another quick glance between the two of you, lasting longer than the previous one. no words are said on his end, but you know exactly what he’s trying to say. “he doesn’t have to fight when i’m the one who ended it.” you knew him. you knew he couldn’t admit to the others his decision. after all, he wants to be a good role model even in his darkest times. he couldn’t crush their idea of love and you did what you had to do. you lied for his sake—and maybe even yours.

vii. him

two months have passed since the breakup. there’s tension amongst the friend group, the six not wanting to pick sides between you and heeseung. they’re constantly going back and forth, like they’re walking on eggshells as to not bring up something that only happened with the other.

to get your mind off everything, you’ve found comfort in soobin. well, more accurately you’ve found comfort in between his sheets, or wherever you two decide for it to go down. that’s not to say the dates aren’t great. you’re not official and you both know that. your latest date, however, couldn’t help but feel weird.

the date was going pretty well. don’t get me wrong—soobin is a great guy. he’s sweet, caring, funny, and handsome. you have a lot in common like your taste in drinks and movies. maybe if you had met him first, you would’ve dated him… but you didn’t meet him first. you met heeseung first, and soobin isn’t heeseung.

you found yourself drifting from the conversation now and then, thinking about how heeseung would’ve been at that moment. you think back to his habits, particularly the way he raises his eyebrows whenever he’s excited or talking about something he’s passionate about. you always found it endearing. over the course of dinner, you are able to notice that soobin has some cute habits too, like him covering his face when he gets shy or puffing out his cheeks. but it still isn’t the same.

“you two deserve each other.”

soobin catches your attention again with that comment. “what?”

“you and heeseung. i know that look. don’t try to lie to me.”

“look, heeseung is my past, and i want it to stay that way.”

“do you really want it to stay that way, or are you just afraid of what could happen if you let him back into your present?”

you give him a teasing glare, “don’t get all philosophical with me. i just don’t think he and i can go back to how we were before.”

“what’s so bad about you two changing? obviously if it didn’t work out, you shouldn’t try to be what you were before.”

“can’t i just try with you?”

“as much as i would love for you to give me that chance, i can’t do that to you or to myself. it’s not fair.”

you hesitantly ask him, “but is it worth it?”

“that’s not my decision to make.”

viii. her

now that you’re virtually not in his life, he seems to be looking for you everywhere. actually… rather than going out of his way to look for you, everything just reminds him of you. the jingles of the commercials you always sang along to, your favorite songs on the radio, the reruns of 90’s shows you always binged. hell, even when he was making ramen, he was reminded of how you would make his favorite for him every time he was stressed over an exam. he was sitting in the back of the lecture hall, trying so hard to stay awake for his 3 hour long class with the most boring professor on campus. he fought the urge to text you since it felt like second nature to rely on you to help cheer him up.

there was a particular night when it really hit him. reality smacked him in the face late one evening. heeseung was bored out of his mind, laying alone in bed, aimlessly browsing netflix to find something to watch. he thinks to himself y/n would’ve slammed this laptop closed and talked all night about random and obscure topics. he laughs to himself, reliving the memories. right then, it’s obvious. he misses her.

ix. promises

the rain hitting your bedroom window had no help on your already gloomy mood. what did help was the bottle of soju- well more realistically, four bottles of soju. it was all the liquid courage you needed to call heeseung at three in the morning.

you sat drowsily on the rug of your living room, your phone on speaker and placed in front of you as you stared out the dewy glass. you heard the phone ring seven times, ready to hang up until you heard his groggy voice come out from the other end. “hello? y/n, why are you up?”

you laugh softly and ask him, sounding loopy, “why are you up?��

“because you’re calling me. would you like to give me a reason why, and are you drunk?”

“maybe. anyways, you know… i was thinking. we broke a lot of promises and it hurts. i have to know that we’re not bad people. i have to keep at least one, right?”

heeseung groans but lets you ramble, knowing that you won’t stop until you’ve said it all, “go on…”

“we made a promise that if something was going on, if we were in a dark place, that we would talk to someone. well, if you couldn’t tell by now, i’m not in the best place. the first person i thought to talk to was you.”

“why me?”

“shhh… don’t ask questions. i know you’re tired so just stay on the phone and let me talk. ok?”

he goes quiet for a bit, sighing, “ok.”

“i miss you. i do. i don’t expect you to miss me but i just want to say it,” pausing to hiccup, “soobin helped me realize some things, saying some crap like we deserve each other.” you chuckle as you recall his words, “maybe he said it because bad people deserve bad people. maybe he said it because in our own fucked up lives, we’re the only ones who can understand each other. i did a lot of thinking and i’ve come to the conclusion that we don’t. because if we stay together, we can’t move on. we can’t grow. we can’t become good people, no matter how much we want it. that’s life. sometimes, no matter how much we want something, no matter how much we wish on stars or pray, some things just aren’t meant to be.”

“y/n, get some rest…”

“wait, i’m not done. you already can tell i’ve been drinking and to be honest i have been, for a while. i do it,” starting to choke up and sniffle, “because it helps me forget. even if it’s just for a minute that i can forget what happened, i’ll drink as much as it takes. i’ll grow out of it, eventually. i know i will, but for now… i have to do what i have to do. i’m sure you can relate.” you laugh again, getting more drowsy. you bring your legs up, hugging your knees. faintly, the sounds of heeseung’s snores play from your phone. you smile to yourself, “i wish you were here, singing me a lullaby. i don’t know when you fell asleep but goodnight. take care of yourself.”

cuddled up in his bed, heeseung hears you hang up. he lets you believe he didn’t hear what you said. he knows the reality of it all and the weight that you both are carrying. knowing that you won’t check your phone for the rest of the night, he sends you a quick text: bookstore, saturday, noon. goodnight.

as he turns off his phone to try to fall back asleep, he sees his reflection in the black screen. he sees his puffy, red eyes and his tear-stained cheeks. the end of it all is coming and finally, you two are ready for it.

x. love song

seeing him in person is a good idea. clearing the air, letting it all out, getting closure. all good ideas, you hope. walking into the bookstore was a weird feeling. when you spot him sitting by the window, you quietly make your way over. he looks up at your new presence, his feet shuffling out of nervousness. you notice the glass of pear juice on the small coffee table in front of him, already half empty.

“hi,” he says like a whisper.

“hi,” you awkwardly respond. it’s unlike the two of you to not know how to start a conversation. you make your way onto the cushioned seat, letting yourself get comfortable to help ease the tension. you each avoid the other’s gaze, not knowing how to begin. you sigh and finally ask, “how have you been?”

“busy,” he says as he nods, “finally took up actual music lessons. thought it would be better to have someone who’s played piano and guitar professionally instead of trying to teach myself.”

you softly giggle, “that’s good. you’ve always loved music.”

“yeah… how about you?”

“same, busy. i got the t.a position i applied for like forever ago.”

“congrats! you still looking to become a teacher?”

“well, generally yeah. i was having my doubts before but i just fell back into it. finally being able to be there, present, and guiding others… that’s what i want.” you sit there across from him, watching him and taking it all in. the man in front of you is heeseung, but not the heeseung you knew. no, this is the better version of him. the version of him where he can focus on himself. the version of heeseung that’s glowing and happy and ready to take on the world. “so, look. there’s no easy or delicate way to put it but i think there are things we both need to get off our chests.”

“agreed. since it all happened—the fights, the breakups, the ambush interventions—we haven’t actually talked.”

“those interventions… they were silly but the guys did help me realize some things. we’re growing up. sure, i thought we had this plan of us graduating, getting married, having a family, settling down, growing old. we both wanted that type of life. sadly, it’s not what happened and we have to live with it.”

he lets out a chuckle, “heeseung and y/n: meant for each other and meant to be.”

“but not meant to last. what a bittersweet and poetic ending."

“it’s like people always say: right person, wrong time.”

“you know… you used to tell me that our love song was the soundtrack to the best life you could live.” you reach out and take his hand in yours, “i just,” pausing to take a deep breath and compose yourself, “i just want you to know… that if anything happens-”

he cuts you off with a quiet gasp, whispering your name with a shaky voice, “don’t.”

you shake your head and gently squeeze his hand, “if anything happens… if in the end, we don’t find our way back and it isn’t us, don’t think we ended on a bad note.” you drop your head as you chuckle lightly before continuing, “cause you were always on key.” you give him a small grin, trying your hardest to not make things worse by crying. “we were just playing different tunes.”

he pulls you in closer to him, placing his hands softly on your cheeks. “i always hated seeing you cry,” he says as he wipes away the tears on your face, not bothering about his own. he wraps his arms around you, holding you close for the last time.

you stay there in his warmth, hearing him sniffle as he tries to hold back the falling tears. when you pull away, you tell him “i will always love you. maybe not in the way i thought i would but it’s still there.”

“maybe in our next life, it’ll be the right time.” with that, he leaves a kiss on your forehead, leaves the bookstore, and leaves your life. your duet that worked in perfect harmony now playing a beautiful cadence—two wandering artists, free to fill your own wretched worlds with new melodies, the bliss and tranquility of it all. the hope that maybe one day, you’ll be in each other’s lives again is enough.

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griffintail · 3 years

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I’ll set the scene, cause I feel like this needs a lil explaination, but imagine this:

One of the The Parent Gang (this is how I refer to the characters you’ve written all the wonderful parental stuff about) is wandering around an area they’re unfamiliar with, mainly just lookin to get some new resources or find a decent mine, when they stumble upon a water well in the middle of an empty field. The first thing off about this is there isn’t a village around for MILES, secondly the well is completely dry and empty, and third of all when they look into the well (which goes down pretty deep compared to the usual village wells), they see a CHILD at the bottom of it. The kid’s clearly malnourished, clothes in rags, dark circles under their tiny eyes, and when they see the Parental Gang member everything about the child brightens up; whoops, guess who’s gonna be a dad~!

- from, an Anon Who’s Trapped in Their Own Love of the Found Family Trope and Never Wants to Leave❤️❤️❤️

Yeah, I love those tropes. I love any child reader tropes though! XD

Wilbur is also my favorite thus, I picked him from the gang!

Well Met

Pairing: Parental! Wilbur x Child! F! Reader

Warnings: Mentions of malnourishment, Implied Mistreatment, It’s light angst that rapidly turns into fluff

Wilbur was hoping to find a place to loot to get a few bits of equipment for L’Manberg. Maybe he could even find a village that would like to trade for a few bits of good gear to keep in case of emergency. He really didn’t mean to wander so far out though.

“I should have brought a horse.” He muttered as he put his hands on his hips, looking up at the sun at the highest point in the sky.

He needed to head back if he wanted to get home before the night struck. Looking around, he hoped he could find something that would be a good enough landmark to remind him where he stopped when he came back out with a horse. Instead, he squinted thinking his eyes were playing tricks on him.

In the middle of the spruce forest, there was a well that Wilbur would usually see in a village, but there wasn’t one for miles, hence his search. Taking another quick look at his surroundings, he went over to the well. It was an older well, moss growing along the sides and a severed rope where the bucket would hang. He heard no water, so, he looked down, nearly falling in as he startled seeing something that was most certainly not water.

He stared in surprise as he looked at the small figure of what he could only assume was a child. As they looked up at him, he had to restrain himself from just jumping down the well. Big, innocent (E/C) eyes met his, looking so dull for a moment with bags under them before they sparkled with hope. When she, Wilbur assumed looking at them, looked up at them, he saw the rags she wore and how tiny she was. She opened her mouth but only a cough left her lips.

“Relax.” He quickly told her as she whimpered at the pain the cough brought her. “I know you’re here. I’m going to get you out as soon as I can. Just give me a moment.”

Desperately, he dug through his bag and breathed a sigh of relief that he did pack rope in case he found any sort of temple.

“Alright, darling.” He talked to her to keep her calm while he tied the rope to the nearest tree, not trusting the possible rooting well wood. “I’m going to come down and get you. We’ll see what to do when I get you up but we’re going to do this one step at a time.”

He gave a hard tug to the rope and it held. Carefully, he tossed it down and he felt so much relief that it ended close enough at the bottom for him to get down.

“I’m coming love.” He told her as he climbed in.

Scaling down the wall, he tried to think how this poor small child got in this situation. If someone left her there, he would not rest until he found those people. But one situation at a time.

He hit the floor and he saw how skinny the poor girl was. Not a drop of water was on the floor so he could only assume she was dehydrated as well after that violent cough. Carefully, he crouched in front of her, giving her a gentle smile. She couldn’t be any more than six as well and it made anger grow in the back of Wilbur’s head.

“Hi, sweetie. Let’s get you out of here, ya?”

She gave a small, slow nod.

“Alright, well I’m going to pick you up and you’re going to have to hold onto me like you’re giving me a big hug, ok?”

She gave a similar nod.

“Ok, here we go.”

He picked her up carefully, noticing how she flinched slightly and how cold she was. Since he was so warm, she gave no hesitance to hold onto him as she nuzzled into his chest to take in the warmth. He hesitated in surprise before wrapping his other arm around her, patting her greasy hair, which made him wince at the feeling.

“It’s ok, we’re going.”

He held her with one arm now and grabbed the rope with his free hand.

“Keep holding on like this.” He reminded her lightly before starting his climb.

It was much more difficult with a passenger to climb up and even more difficult when he could only use one hand. He stayed determined though to get out, not for himself but the little girl clinging onto him. The climb was long but he reached the top, hugging the girl tighter as he swung himself out. Sitting on the ground, putting his back on the well wall, his breath came out rapidly as he tried to catch it while the little girl stayed nuzzled in his chest.

“We made it.” He let out as he closed his eyes for a moment.

He waited till his breathing calmed down before he took in his situation. He had a possible starving and dehydrated child, miles away from L’Manberg. The sun would set soon and he’d be slower with the extra weight to bring along. So, he needed to set up camp.

“Alright darling, I have some water and an apple in my bag. I’m going to put you down and give you that while I set up a quick camp for us to rest in till morning. Ok?”

The little girl gave a nod and he lightly squeezed her before putting her down instead against a tree, kneeling in front of her as he went through his bag.

“Drink slowly, don’t want to make yourself sick.” He gently told her, giving her the water before taking a cloth and the apple.

Carefully, he cut apple using an unused arrow as she slowly drank. He put the cut-up apple on the cloth giving it to her.

“There were go, darling. You rest up and I’m going to get a fire going to warm you up.” He gently patted her shoulder before he stood up.

He took off his jacket and hat before working on getting a fire going. As he worked on getting materials, he took off his walkie.

“Tommy.” He called out on the public L’Manberg channel.

“Wilbur! Where are you?” Tommy questioned.

“I’ve gotten held up exploring, I’ll be back tomorrow. Keep everything together for me alright?”

“Of course, I will! I’m the Vice President!”

Wilbur chuckled lightly. “Right, thank you, Mr. Vice President. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

“Ok. Be careful out there.”

“Will do.” Wilbur nodded before putting his walkie away again.

He came back and started the fire. The little girl scooted closer to the warmth coming off the flames as he tried to set up a little shelter for the night to hide from mobs using large branches.

“Alright, we have somewhere to sleep little one.” He smiled as he sat next to her, wiping sweat off his forehead. “I should introduce myself now. I’m Wilbur, I’m President of a nation called L’Manberg.”

The little girl played with the rags she wore before she looked at him.

“I’m (Y/N).” She let out quietly, her voice still having a slight rasp.

He smiled wider hearing her speak. “That’s a very pretty name. Do you have a home?”

(Y/N) paused as she scrunched up her nose when she thought.

“I-I don’t remember things very well Mr. Wilbur. I don’t know.”

“Hey, it’s ok.” He put a hand on her shoulder. “I can take you back with me and you can think about it somewhere safe ok?”

She nodded. “Ok.”

“Then we’ll do that in the morning darling.”

When night fell, Wilbur shepherded her inside the shelter and made her comfortable little corner, laying his jacket on top of her. He stayed up during the night just incase with his bow at his side. As the night went on, he’d glance at the little girl to make sure she was alright. He was worried about how she might have gone down the well.

Was her bit of memory loss from how long she was down there? How long was she down there?!

He’d make sure she was ok though.

In the morning, he went out to check for any stray mobs before he woke up the little girl.

“It’s morning darling. Let’s get to L’Manberg.” He smiled gently as she rubbed her eyes sleepily.

“Ok, do you have more water, Mr. Wilbur?” She asked.

“No, I’m sorry love. I wasn’t planning on being out so late last night.” He apologized. “I’ll get us back as fast as I can so we can get more water.”

“Ok.” She muttered.

“Why don’t I carry you so you don’t tire out?” He offered as he put on his hat and his bag. “You can put my jacket on and then ride on my back.”

He helped her out before picking her up.

“Here we go (Y/N).” He smiled before making the walk home.

It was another half a day’s journey but he moved as quick as he could. As he walked, he told her dorky little stories to make her give little giggles and even sang a few songs to her, just wanting to keep her entertained. Before even he knew, half a day was gone and he grinned as he saw the welcoming walls of L’Manberg.

“There’s home.” He told her. “L’Manberg.”

“It looks pretty.” She mumbled.

“It is. And it has very nice people inside. I have a friend in there, Niki, I’m sure she’ll make you some cookies if you ask her nicely and we’ll get you some water.”

His own stomach grumbled but he didn’t feel it as he felt the little girl squeeze onto him lightly.

“That sounds nice Mr. Wilbur.”

“Just call me Wilbur. I’m going to be taking care of you until we see if you have a home, so no need for all that mister stuff.”

“Ok.” She smiled this time, hiding in his shoulder.

“Now, let’s get down there and get you cleaned up. Then, we can go look around with some cookies.”

He went down, smiling to himself. He didn’t know if (Y/N) had a home. He’d look, but he doubted there was any place that she belonged to but she’d have a home now if that was the truth. He’d give her the best care and live in one of the best nations, where he’d always keep her safe.

#mcyt x reader #mcyt imagine #mcyt fanfiction #wilbur soot x reader #dreamsmp #dreamsmp x reader

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legendaryoikawa · 4 years

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haikyuu boys as part of the mafia + how he met you

note: i just thought of this while im washing the dishes HAHA. female reader insert. also happy birthday to the ultimate baby bokuto 🥺💖

warnings: nsfw, mention of violence, grammar issues because im dumb asf

bokuto kotaro

decoy/manipulator

has a two persona that is best used especially when he is in the midst of a deal

even though he’s a decoy, it is enough to send a rival down to his knees and beg for his mercy

Because bokuto doesn’t show tiny bit of his mercy especially when his dominating side takes over him

Is a good manipulator. To the point that you would have constant nightmares with just the slip of his words.

Good with his hands. Quite aggressive. Yet he plays his cards elegantly like the man he is.

you met him in a luxurious casino. you were the attendant of his table and you could always note how fast his mood changes and it was scary. you carefully stacked the chips in front of him, feeling the heavy weight of his stern gaze. you saw from your peripheral how his hands slid down the edge of the mahogany. “play with me.”

you didn’t answere and continued on organizing the stacks for a new game as per bokuto’s request but he repeated those words again, “play with me. you. im talking to you.”

and you did. he lost. and that’s what made you terrified even more. he grew dejected and stormed out of the casino like a raging tsunami.

that didn’t made bokuto happy at all, so he made sure to find you so he could play with you once more. it didn’t caused him a sweat when he found out where your apartment complex is. and his words have shaken you when he laid the stacks of money on your table and said, “play with me. the loser gets to kiss the winner, if you’ll allow it of course.”

there’s something with his words that are like witchcraft spells. and you found yourself nodding, yes.

daichi sawamura -

the kingpin.

daichi is the leader of the mafia group: karasuno or better known as their alias ‘lethal crows’.

daichi is born into the syndicate. so he doesn’t get caught up unlike amateur people in the black world.

undergone strenuous training just to prove himself as the worthy kingpin.

he often orders the assassination and criminal deals.

he isn’t as ‘intimidating’ like how people expect kingpins to act, but daichi has his own way that makes people so afraid of him. if he wishes to kill on the spot, he kills. even if you’re something important, if you annoyed him to the edge, you’re six feet deep.

however, one flaw of daichi is that he prioritizes his members that he doesn’t oversees the barriers coming his way.

you met him during this time when curiosity get the best of you. you entered this fancy yet abandoned building in hopes of scavenging something that was left by its past owners. however, no treasure came to your view, rather a drug deal with bunch of rogue looking guys.

“daichi?” you were so shocked to see your co-worker in an expensive designer coat sitting in this throne like chair with stack of bills piled in front of him. he isn’t the typical guy you were used to seeing: the goofy guy in the fryer with his greasy apron.

you didn’t expect him to be so, different.

“who’s this?” tanaka rose up to his seat. cracking his knuckles while giving you a dangerous look.

“let her enjoy her remaining life as a free citizen. after this..” he counted the bills and paused at look at you, “you’re coming with me.”

akaashi keiji

weaponry/gadgets specialist

Quite reserved.

He is often hired to big projects but he would turn it down if it requires his apperance.

No matter how much his members push him to bite off the job he wouldn’t, not unless he works up in the roofs, alone.

Usually works in the shadows. Where his identity is hidden.

Ask him about any weapon, he’ll have an answer in a few.

give him a vague description of a bomb, he’ll have it ready, ticking, for you.

he met you when you walked into his first walked in his gang’s base, with your red stilettos clicking aggressively against the marbled tile. then comes the second meeting and the third till you’ve both made good acquaintances. you liked him. for both his smart mouth and big dick. if he wasn’t just too difficult to persevere.

but you could see that way his breath hitched the moment you walked in with your fitted versace dress. which made you cocky from head to toe.

he could note the way your lips tugs upward as you scan the whole interior of the place. you didn’t need it though as you know every curvature of the place. you were just that shit going around him so you could give him a good view of yourself that he refused indulge in.

you stopped midway to stare at him from head to toe then back to his pretty face. gaze fixated on his kissable lips. despite your urge to kiss him up, you decided to tease, “give me something bold.”

“pardon?”

“you heard me, akaashi.”

and he gave you a fancy handgun, a caliber. however that wasn’t your request. you pulled his shirt and whispered to his ears, “i said i want something bold. want me to spell it out for you? A-k-a-a-s-h-i”

and you walked away. just like that and things just became bold in your apartment complex.

oikawa tooru

underboss/ loverboy

Smooth talker. Usually uses his pretty face as an advantage to get something off girls that swoon over him.

he is quite unpredictable as well.

he approached you out of nowhere in the met gala and you were forced to be in his own disposal. he isn’t really a headache to deal with. but you aren’t here to flirt around especially with pretty boys like him. there is something in him that is similar with a ticking bomb. so best is to admire guys like him at a distance.

however, oikawa is determined to chase over you. because you are like a diamond in a room full of charcoal.

he approached you immediately when you stopped by in the concession stand to nurse yourself a cocktail.

“fancy a dance, miss?”

you looked at him. oikawa tooru. beautiful as they say but you immediately walked away.

oikawa smirked to himself, “if you just don’thold a precious information. i wouldn’t chase over a doll like you.”

tendou satori

head of intelligence

can predict the moves of the rivalry gang

so in result they end up getting butchered thanks to tendou’s half assed predictions.

guess monster

the boys entered the room with a agitated expression painting their faces.

tendou raised a brow and looked at the boy filling in their ammos. “what’s up boys?”

“we got played.”

tendou grinned. “oh, interesting. who pulled an ace card?”

“y/n of the yakuza.”

tendou made sure to track you down for meddling in his play.

kyoutani kentaro

torture specialist

All the dirty work is assigned to him

But kyoutani is quite carefree with his job, to the point where oikawa needs to step in to clean after his mess.

he is really brutal when it comes to finishing a rat pack from a rivalry gang and he gives no mercy.

knows every possible way of killing

but he fancies using the bat since it can strengthen his arm strength and it’s practical.

loves the sound of metal clashing with hard skull with the splasing sound of fresh blood slightly staining his skin.

you were both childhood sweethearts. however, you were the only one pursuing him because he doesn’t want to commit anything to you. not until you found out about him and his crucial job out of accident and he was forced to confess to you, and it was the reason why he don’t want to accept your heart.

one time he went home and he couldn’t find any trace of you. panic coursed through his veins when he heard your cries over the line.

“fucking touch her and i will drench all of you in boiling acid.”

ushijima wakatoshi

hand to hand combatant

people are usually afraid of him because of how he could flip people off easily without drenching a sweat

he has the capability to run a whole gang just by himself

but he would just rather go and fight fist first

and chill afterwards

both of you met when you were scouted as a new member and part of the group’s test is to have a hand to hand combant against wakatoshi.

you were mortified when he approached you. with his large built and driving aura.

“ready?” he asked lowly.

“no?”

he raised a brow, “i bet.”

and he let you win just so you would get accepted in the gang.

tanaka ryuunosuke

hand to hand combatant

really moody

aggressive and violent

could kill with just the use of his hands, alone.

but he has his soft moments too but this happens when the moon turns blue.

you were tasked to be his sparring mate. and to be frank, you were really spooked and frightened that you won’t get out of the arena, working let alone, alive.

and to see him up close, it was really, a deal. he’s tall, with a slim yet broad frame, and really is intimidating. he gave you a look and ruffled your hair.

“i don’t hurt girls.”

that was the first time you saw him smile. rumors said he never did.

sugawara koushi

consigliere

smart shit.

he’s usually responsible for the activities of the group.

master at hiding the illegal stuff away from prying eyes

and a genius at continuing the legal stuffs even though it’s just for a front

he is also the adviser of the kingpin, especially at plans and deals on heists and forgery

at some point, he is the official diplomat for Japan.

he met you when he is trying to study the floor plan on the central bank. he was in this beige tux, with his gray hair brush up to give justice to his whole other persona.

you came up to him and offered him installation plans and bank deals perfect for a bachelor like him.

he gave you a smile, “i will be meeting you soon.”

and he did. in a creepy dali mask and a red overalls. “i told you, i will be back.”

iwaizumi hajime

sniper

he goes with codes to maintain his anonymity

he works like a black panther, often sleek yet deadly

even the police couldn’t catch up with his hideous crimes because he never leaves unwanted trails behind

kills in his own special way

one time, he made someone swallow a C-4 and stitched his neck leaving it looking so grotesque

and boom, red, bloody like a slaughter house

he once made his way onto one of oikawa’s fancy bar to unwind. however, things went distrupt when there was a sudden shootout. he was beyond amused at how petty the shooters were aiming down at him. it was full of chaos.

he ducked down to fill in his ammos but he could see a figure crouched down underneath the satin cloths drench haphazardly above the tall tables.

he yanked the cloth and saw you there, looking lost as fuck. “what the hell are you doing here?!”

your eyes widened at the sight of the handsome man looking down at you as if you’re some unknown species. “uhm— chilling?”

he repeated your words. “chilling? in a middle of a fucking shoot out?”

“yo. i was lost okay? i don’t know where the exit is”

he grabbed you and threw his arms over your head so you’re protected from the stray bullets ricocheting over the place. “you’re a fucking goner.”

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i hope you guys like this 🥺💖💖

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jamespotterthefirst · 3 years

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Flirt (Ethan x f!MC)

Book: Open Heart, Book 2 Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Lilac Allende) Word count: 1.1K Premise: Who would have thought that Ethan Ramsey would one day follow Bryce Lahela's romantic advice?

Author’s Note: This takes place in book 2, sometime after the attack and before the gala when Ethan and MC are in a secret relationship. Thank you anon for the request (sorry it's so late!). Thank you @aestheticartsx for the ideas!

The beginning notes of Lahela's playlist resound around the otherwise empty gym. With a groan, Ethan releases the heavy weights, the clashing metal serving as a glorious reprieve from the electronic, fast beat of the music. From beside him, the newest member of their workout entourage groans as well, with as much disdain as Ethan. He feels a surge of vindication at the fact that, though they may disagree on music preferences most of the time, they can at least agree on this.

“Bryce,” Lilac calls out over the song. Her voice fails to carry over the music and over the sound of Lahela’s sneakers hitting the belt of the treadmill. “You’re welcome to torture yourself on that treadmill but don’t torture us too with your awful music.”

Ethan fights back a grin at the quip. Lahela, meanwhile, clutches his heart with exaggerated flare.

“Ouch, Lil. You wound me.” He punches a few buttons on the dashboard, bringing the machine to a much slower pace. In spite of the exertion, his smile remains as charming as ever, not a hair on his head out of place. “I’ll have you know this is beast mode music. It’s a running remix created at 150 BPM to optimize performance—”

“It’s overproduced garbage.” Ethan interrupts the impassioned speech.

“It’s Ice, Ice Baby,” Lilac adds.

Despite himself, Ethan snorts, which in turn elicits a lovely bout of laughter from her. He sobers up at once, too preoccupied with watching how her attractive features light up the entire room. A second too late, Ethan realizes he is gaping at her, like some kind of moron.

To his dismay, the surgeon catches this. Then again, how could he not when Ethan must have looked like an entranced imbecile gawking at her. Luckily, Lahela doesn’t comment, instead choosing to hop off the treadmill with impressive agility.

“If I would have known you two would gang up on me, I would have never invited you, Lil.”

“That’s the reason you invited me and you know it,” she returns with easy charm. “To keep you two on your toes.”

Her eyes swivel to Ethan’s and his stomach swoops pleasantly.

“As fun as this has been, I have to go stretch. I have a kink in my back I really want to get out.” She announces this quite suddenly and with a rather enthralling sway of her ponytail. She turns to go, giving Ethan a deliberate view of her curves in the colorful leggings she wears. Before she makes it further than a few steps, however, she glances at Ethan over her shoulder. “I might need some help getting it out.”

Those green eyes he dreams about on most nights are heavy on his, shining bright with promise under a fringe of dark lashes. Ethan’s throat feels suddenly very dry.

“A colleague of mine is a chiropractor,” he blurts out. “I can give you his contact information if it's a persisting problem.”

Lilac's smile falters imperceptibly, nodding once before moving to the mats and out of earshot. Ethan can't help but notice there is less enthusiasm in her gait as she goes.

From beside him, Bryce lets out a low whistle.

“What?” Ethan asks, unable to keep the edge off his tone.

Bryce takes it in good stride, laughing. “You're so lucky she's already crazy about you.”

“She's—” Ethan pauses to collect the jumble of thoughts in his consciousness. His heart, meanwhile, beats with such ferocity, he can feel the echoes of his pulse in his throat. “What makes you— I can't imagine what you mean.”

The young surgeon mops the sweat off his brow with a towel, laughing. “Lilac was totally flirting with you just now.”

“She was?”

“She wasn't exactly subtle.”

Ethan cringes internally as his mind replays that encounter and his less than stellar reply.

“And all you did in return was offer to set her up with your chiro friend?”

It sounds worse when someone repeats it out loud, Ethan realizes.

“You do know chiropractors are the most attractive doctors? Aside from surgeons, of course.”

It is the most ridiculous claim Ethan has ever heard. Yet, he pauses.

“Lilac complained about her back. She could be misaligned…”

The incredulous look Bryce stabs him with makes him stop talking.

“What was I supposed to do?”

“Offer to help her stretch?” Bryce offers as though it is the most obvious alternative imaginable. “Or better yet, offer to make it worse.”

Ethan opens his mouth to voice his confusion, but his mind catches the innuendo belatedly.

“Whatever you do, do it with confidence.”

As Ethan stands there, glancing at Lilac gracefully stretching a distance away, he is hit with the ridiculousness of the situation.

For starters, Ethan and Lilac are already in somewhat of an unofficial relationship. They haven't exactly defined it yet, but given that she spends most of her free time over at his place and steals kisses from him when no one is watching, Ethan is confident they are an item. It shouldn't be surprising that she is attracted to him, but somehow, Ethan finds himself unable to believe he'd ever be so lucky.

Also disconcerting is the fact that Ethan is receiving flirting advice from Bryce Lahela himself. The worst part is that said advice is sounding pretty reasonable to Ethan at that very moment.

“However you decide to play it, you better go do it now.” Bryce glances at the digital clock mounted in the wall. “Those guys from ICU always start their workout at six and that's in like ten minutes.”

With renewed confidence, Ethan starts towards Lilac. As a worrying thought occurs to him, however, he halts, frowning at Bryce.

“About Lilac and I,” he begins, but the surgeon is already shaking his head, grinning wide.

“Don't worry, Dr. Ramsey. My lips are sealed.” He follows this proclamation by pantomiming closing a zipper over his lips. “Plus, I'm pretty sure I'm the only one who's noticed you two pining for each other.”

“Sienna knows.”

This actually elicits genuine shock from him, which is as comical as it is uncharacteristic.

“She never told me. I can’t believe she never said a word,” he says, already throwing on a shirt and heading for the exit, as though determined to find the tiny doctor and demand more information.

After he vanishes, Ethan moves over to Lilac, stopping at the foot of her mat. She is attempting to do a complicated maneuver with an arched back and tangled limbs. Despite her evident struggle, Ethan watches her fondly, thinking her the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.

“How's your back?”

“Stiff,” she returns, giving up on the stretch and getting to her feet. “Are you referring me to your friend?”

They are alone. Ethan celebrates that fact by wrapping his arms around her, her back pressing pleasantly against his chest.

“Not a chance in hell.”

She laughs. “So you've decided to help me after all?”

“I could,” he murmurs darkly into the shell of her ear, his hands gripping her spandex clad hips. His voice dropping lower still, he says, “Though what I have in mind might blow it out instead.”

“Ethan!”

Lilac quivers in his arms, twirling around to face him when she recovers. She gives him a surprised yet impressed look before her eyes darken.

“That was…” She trails off and Ethan is pleased to see her blushing. The way she kisses him in response, hungry and hard, forces Ethan to admit that the scalpel jockey's advice had been correct after all.

*Sorry again, anon! This is over five months late.

Anon is referring to this post.

Thank you so much for reading this!

*Tagging separately!

#open heart #ethan ramsey #ethan x mc #playchoices #My writing

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krewbies · 4 years

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can't wait to see some of your writing! can i maybe ask for a bolin x reader who's maybe a tiny, innocent seeming airbender, but is actually insanely impressive at their bending? maybe the avatar gang underestimates their skills and ends up pleasantly surprised (especially bolin 😏) if not, just anything bolin would be amazing ✨❤️ thank you!!

so i decided to combine these two, i hope that’s okay! i also thought that hc format would be best, just because its stretching over a longer period of time. the next thing i’ll be working on is NOT a request but i will get to the requests as well :) anyways, i hope you enjoy!!

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so like, you first meet bolin at the park in republic city

it was actually really sweet; you’re sitting on a bench and he thinks you’re GORGEOUS and asks if the seat is taken next to you and of course you say no because bolin and pabu are both cute as hell

usually bolin is a pretty straightforward guy but right off the bat he noticed how sweet you were and he didn’t even feel the need to flirt with you like he just felt comfy sitting with you

you guys decide to hit up this little noodle place together after sitting for a while and he’s convinced it’s love at first sight

you were especially endearing to him because you didn’t watch movers and you literally didn’t know wtf the fire ferrets were, and while bolin loved to be loved, he also really liked just feeling like a normal person???

you didn’t have your tattoos (yet) so he first noticed you were an airbender when you did this little spinny thing to mix your tea

the look on this mans face... both hands on his cheeks and wide eyes

“ooooh! do it again (y/n)!”

you happily obliged because you thought he was adorable

you guys kept in touch after that day, often ‘accidentally’ running into each other in random places

OBviously he told mako, korra, and asami about you. they didn’t tell bolin that he sounded like a lovesick puppy cause they just thought it was sweet

mako got the most of it, like they’d be heading to bed for the night and bolin would whisper ‘i wonder what (y/n) is doing right now’ and mako would just GROAN

anyways, it wasn’t too long before you met the rest of the krew. you had gone to get ingredients for dinner tonight and bolin pointed you out to them cause they were walking down the same street

‘they’re a lot shorter than i thought they would be’

‘shush korra, they’re perfect’ (aww he called u perfect)

anyways, your relationship with all members of the krew grew beautifully after your first meeting

mako actually warmed up to you quickly, appreciating your calmer and innocent personality; you and asami both had very gentle souls that meshed perfectly; korra picked up a sort of ‘annoying big sister’ dynamic with you that you both enjoyed

and oh my god did they get exasperated with the two of you quickly

it was obvious to anyone with eyes (or feet) that you and bolin were SO interested in each other

whenever you talked, bolin would look down at you with this softass smile on his face and if someone interrupted you EVER he got so defensive... like just let his baby speak!!!!

you always listened to whatever bolin had to say and laughed at all of his jokes, even when the other three were rolling their eyes

like even in a silent room you two were always whispering to each other, and he pulled you along with him on all the krew adventures

none of them would ever tell you guys this but they thought you and bo were perfect for eachother

mako actually thought you were a perfect balance for his little bro, and after meeting you he got a lot more lenient and understanding whenever bolin would gush about you

‘did you hear what (y/n) said today! they’re so funny’

‘mako mako mako they’re so precious how do i TELL them!!!’

‘i wish (y/n) were here.... THEY would’ve laughed at that’

one time asami, korra, and you decided to hang out without the boys and you were not prepared in the slightest

‘so how’s it going with bolin?’ korra asked nonchalantly

you almost choked on your drink you were like ???

‘wait are you guys not dating?’ asami followed that up with. she and korra gave each other the most appalled look

‘n-no? should we be? i mean he is, well, i wouldn’t be opposed-’

‘you DO like him. mako said he likes you too. like a lot.’

‘korra ur joking right?’

even after that the looks and red cheeks did not stop between the two of you, asami was this close to just pushing the two of you together

don’t think the three of them didn’t notice you glancing at his lips, his hands, his arms...

and vice versa, he was always making direct eye contact with you and looking at your lips when you talked and every time he saw you, when you weren’t looking, he’d just look u up and down and it was literally this emoji 👀

so a few weeks after that ordeal the five of you were sitting in front of a shop and all of your interests are immediately piqued when you see these 8 super shady guys walk up to the store nextdoor

obviously stuff goes down. you and bolin end up chasing 3 of the guys down a side street while the others are dealing with the other 5

bolin is shooting rocks at these guys left and right but they are LIGHT on their feet and tbh his precision is a little off because ur there

‘bolin i got this’

‘what?’

you release this HUGE gust of air and topple all three of them off their feet and raise them up in the air, basically controlling 3 mini tornadoes and bolin just looks at you

he KNEW you were an airbender but oh my god he’d only ever seen a group of airbenders pull off something like that

korra, asami, and mako run up behind the two of you and mako looks at bolin like ‘the fuck dude?’, korra is straight up IMPRESSED, asami’s just smiling because she knows from experience that the most intense and talented people are the ones you least expect

after that whole ordeal is over (i’d like to mention that lin is also pretty impressed by you), you and the others are sitting up against a brick wall together, j chillin

‘you should kiss me’ you finally mustered up the courage, thinking back to your conversation with asami and korra

‘yeah i sho- wait WHAT?’ bolin looks down at you because your head is on his shoulder and your sides are pressed together, and he’s blushing. this dude is a tomato.

you nodded at him letting him know that he heard you right

he did NOT hesitate after you gave him consent, he wrapped his arms around you and kissed you SO proudly he didn’t even care that you were surrounded by your friends

and, well, the rest is history. i’ll be at the wedding.

(IM SORRY this ended up being so long)

@nancbyers :)

#bolin x reader #bolin #legend of korra #legend of korra x reader #lok #lok imagine #bolin fluff #requests open #krewbies writes #baby bolin ily

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killerandhealerqueen · 2 years

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Hi could you add this to your prompts of SCI ?

Zhan Zhao was a famous assassin and no one knew his identity but he always marked the body of the victims with a 'Z' so that's hoe they recognize him. So in a case (idk how they got there but etv) a gang has the SCI team cuffed in a old building and they separate Zhan Zhao from the rest (put him in front of the others) and the leader keeps bragging about how easy it was to got them and ZZ with his head low says something like "you messed with the wrong people" and the idiot respond "b*tch please look at them they're helpless" but ZZ looks up, smirks and says "I wasn't talking about them" then he gets free, punch the one behind him, snatches the gun from him and shoots the one who was near the switch turning off the lights and the only thing that is heard are grunts. When the light comes back, Zhan Zhao has his hands with blood and a knife in one of them and the only one left alive is the leader. ZZ walks slowly to him and shows him a pendant that has a Z that is the one he used to mark to his victims later he kills him(mark him as well)and goes to free the others.

In resume in that moment or after that they argue a little cause they recognized the Z, the next days the ambient is tense in the office and no ones talks to zz cause they thinks that is a bit hypocrite kill people and then chase others that do the same (Although ZZ stoped when he came back from USA where there he just did rescue missions for mafias etc AND he just killed bad people criminals,p3d0philes,r4ppist,etc)

A few months later things where still tense and in a case the bad guys kidnap Zhan Zhao and transmit everything like on live to the team, they cut him a little,mark him with this things for cows(?,etc etc. Bao Sir (who always knew what zz did) notices that he is holding back and won't fight so he ask "the fuck did you tell him? why is he not fighting he would have break free by now" and Yutong says that he told zhan zhao that if he ever killed again he would distance himself from him for ever. Bao Sir starts screaming at ZZ to stop holding back and just fight or wtv, when he is in the floor and the leader tries to abuse of him he snaps out of it and ends up knocking everyone unconscious but didn't kill anyone.

That's all, honestly i had this idea a looooong time ago but i don't know how to write so if you could it would be awesome☺️☺️☺️🥺🥺🥺 (obviously you can change it and decide the final)

Also if i wrote something wrong or anything dm me ;3

Thank you for sending in this ask! I love the idea of assassin!Zhan Yao and I hope I did this prompt justice! I hope it’s everything you wanted!

Killing was either incredibly easy or incredibly difficult for people. And for Zhan Yao, killing was as easy as breathing air. Why, you may ask? Well, you see, Zhan Yao was born into a family of assassins and learned from the time he was old enough to hold things in his tiny hands how to kill people, taking to it like a duck took to water. And once he was old enough, his parents decided that it was time for him to choose his “signature” or his way to mark the body in case it was ever discovered. Zhan Yao, of course, never had a flair for dramatics like either of his parents and just decided on a simple “Z” carved somewhere on the victim’s body. His parents weren’t too fond of his signature, but they couldn’t stop him because it was his, and his alone, just like his assassination technique: sniping. Out of all the members of his family, Zhan Yao was the best sharpshooter; like the rifle was an extension of his own arm. And, like all good assassins, they had their own clients that they worked for. Zhan Yao’s parents both worked for big name clients and triads but Zhan Yao…while he knew they paid well; they weren’t who he wanted to work for. He wanted to help people, as crazy as that sounded, so Zhan Yao spent some time searching for clients until he was watching the news one day and saw that a rather wealthy pedophile hadn’t gotten jail time for assaulting a young girl. After seeing the news, he was enraged and quickly went to find the victim’s family, introducing himself as someone who could “help” them get justice for their child. The parents, of course, were a little skeptical how he could help them, but he just assured them that he would “take care” of the person who hurt their child and they would never have to worry about them again. When they heard that, they were more than willing to accept his help, even offering to pay whatever his prices were. Zhan Yao just waved his hand, assuring them that he didn’t want money and that he was doing this as a favor to them. When the parents asked how they would know Zhan Yao kept his word, Zhan Yao just smiled. “You’ll see” he declared before he turned and disappeared into the night. The next day on the news, when the parents saw that the pedophile who assaulted their child was found dead, shot in the temple with a “Z” carved just below their ear, they knew that Zhan Yao kept his word. Soon, Zhan Yao’s name began to spread from family to family of abused, molested, raped, or murdered children as someone who would “take care” of the person who hurt their child. His name was never spoken, for he had never given his name to the first family he helped, but everyone knew that if a child was hurt, in anyway, he would somehow appear and offer his services. Of course, his assassinations always took place at night, mainly because he didn’t want to attack during the daytime, especially when it could alert his neighbor and best friend, Bai Yutong. You see, Bai Yutong was from a family of cops who definitely had no idea that his childhood best friend was a fucking assassin. And Zhan Yao definitely wasn’t having that conversation with him, so he tried to keep his assassinations very…on the down low. ~*~*~*~*~*~ Of course, Zhan Yao didn’t want to do this line of work forever (I mean he could but after a while, it got boring) so he decided that he was going to study abroad and get his Ph.D. in criminal psychology. Why? Well why not? Understanding a criminal’s psyche was very important, especially when trying to understand why people like pedophiles, child rapists, abusers, and murders did what they did. The human brain had always fascinated him, both in how it worked and how it looked whenever a bullet went through it and splattered all over the pavement. Bai Yutong, of course, wasn’t particularly happy with his decision to go abroad but Zhan Yao just assured him that it was for the best. “Can you even speak English?” Bai Yutong demanded the night before Zhan Yao’s flight as he laid on Zhan Yao’s bed, his head on Zhan Yao’s lap as Zhan Yao ran his

fingers through his hair. Zhan Yao scoffed. “Mouse, I’ve been taking lessons for the past six years when I was in undergrad and in grad school…I think I’ll be okay” he assured. Bai Yutong sighed. “You know I’m just worried about you, right? You’re kind of useless without me” he teased. Zhan Yao tsked and pinched his cheek, causing him to squawk in pain as he sighed. Bai Yutong wasn’t exactly wrong; Zhan Yao was excellent with a sniper rifle, but in all other aspects of his life…he was pretty shit. Bai Yutong was really the only reason he had a reasonable eating schedule and sleep schedule…and he was the reason Zhan Yao didn’t kill himself from food poisoning because…Zhan Yao could not cook to save his life. “I’ll be fine, Mouse. Maybe I’ll finally learn how to cook when I’m over there” he mused. Bai Yutong laughed. “That’ll be the day” he agreed. Both men then fell into a comfortable silence, neither of them saying anything, until Bai Yutong looked up at Zhan Yao. “Cat” he started, making Zhan Yao look down at him. “Hmm?” he hummed. Bai Yutong then smiled weakly. “I’m going to miss you” he whispered. Zhan Yao’s eyes widened and he felt his bottom lip tremble before he leaned down and wrapped his arms around Bai Yutong, hugging him tightly. “I’m going to miss you too” he croaked.

~*~*~*~*~*~ The next morning was bittersweet as Zhan Yao and Bai Yutong said goodbye, both men hugging each other tightly before Zhan Yao pulled away, looking into Bai Yutong’s eyes. “Call me, okay?” he whispered. Bai Yutong smiled. “All the time” he replied. Zhan Yao nodded and Bai Yutong smiled weakly before he pulled Zhan Yao in for another hug. “You be careful, you hear me? I won’t be there to kick people’s asses” he murmured. Zhan Yao chuckled and patted his back. “I’ll be fine, Mouse” he assured. And he wasn’t lying; he was going to be perfectly fine. He was a fucking assassin for god’s sake, he was pretty damn sure he could take care of himself. They then pulled away, Bai Yutong smiling fondly at Zhan Yao. “’m proud of you, Cat” he declared. Zhan Yao looked at him tearily before he smiled. “Thank you, Mouse” he whispered. Bai Yutong nodded before he fondly slapped Zhan Yao on the ass. “Now go on, you gotta get through TSA or else you’re gonna miss your flight” he stated. Zhan Yao smiled and nodded before he turned and headed towards the TSA lines, glancing back over his shoulder every now and then to see Bai Yutong still standing where he left him, a fond yet proud smile on his face. He then waved, Bai Yutong returning his wave, before he turned and continued towards TSA, a small smile on his face. ~*~*~*~*~*~ After getting through TSA and sitting through a ridiculously long flight, Zhan Yao soon arrived in America, looking around with wide eyes. Since he was in a relatively new place, he followed the crowd from his plane to the baggage claim and waited with the rest of the plane for his luggage. Once he finally saw his luggage, he quickly grabbed it and turned to head outside to flag down a taxi to take him to his dorms when he noticed a man standing off to the side with his name, written in Chinese, on a sign. He frowned in confusion before he slowly made his way over to the man and stopped before him. “You’re Zhan Yao, yes?” the man asked, in perfect fucking Chinese. Zhan Yao blinked in surprise before he nodded. “Yes. And you are?” he replied. The man laughed. “Who I am isn’t important. I was just told I was to pick you up from the airport and escort you back. And please don’t make this difficult for me…it wouldn’t end well for you” he stated. Zhan Yao hummed; he had a feeling that the man wasn’t lying about the “it not ending well for him” part. He then frowned. “But, I’m supposed to be heading to my school to move in—” he started when the man waved his hand. “Don’t worry about that. You can talk it over with the boss. Now come on” he instructed, motioning for Zhan Yao to follow him. Zhan Yao looked at him warily but followed him through the airport until they came upon a black car, which the man motioned to. “Get in” he instructed. Zhan Yao frowned but did as he was told, getting into the car as the man got in after him, after placing his luggage in the trunk. Once the man was in the car, the driver started the car and drove away from the airport and through the city until they arrived at a rather fancy villa, making Zhan Yao blink. “Where are we?” he murmured. The man smiled. “You’ll see in a minute” he replied as he got out of the car, motioning for Zhan Yao to get out as well. Zhan Yao nodded and slipped out of the car after him, following him into the villa and up the stairs to a room where an older gentleman was sitting at his desk, a small smile on his face when he saw Zhan Yao. “Ah, you must be Zhan Yao” he greeted. Zhan Yao dipped his head to him before he frowned. “I’m sorry, but what am I doing here?” he asked. The older gentleman smiled. “I’ve heard a lot about you, Zhan Yao. One of China’s best snipers” he stated. Zhan Yao blinked. “You’ve…heard of me?” he asked. The older gentleman laughed. “Of course. Which is why you’re here” he explained, motioning to the villa. Zhan Yao frowned. “I

don’t understand…what am I here for?” he asked. The older gentleman smiled. “We want you to work for us” he declared. Zhan Yao frowned. “Why me, specifically?” he demanded. The older gentleman shrugged. “You’re good at your job. Simple as that” he replied. Zhan Yao huffed. “But I didn’t come here to be a sniper. I came here to get my Ph.D.” he argued. The older gentleman nodded. “We know. Which is fine with us. You can still get your degree while working for us. We won’t contact you all the time, only when we need a hit. It’s like you won’t even know we’re here” he assured. Zhan Yao frowned, making the older gentleman smile. “Are you here on scholarship or a full-ride?” he asked. Zhan Yao blinked. “Um…scholarship” he answered. The older gentleman hummed. “Tell you what, how about we sweeten the deal a little? What if I tell you I will pay your entire tuition for the entirety of your program if you work for us?” he stated. Zhan Yao’s mouth fell open in shock. “You—” he started when the older gentleman nodded. “I meant what I said when I said I wanted you to work for us. Money is no problem for us. I’m willing to pay whatever” he declared. Zhan Yao looked at him for a moment before he sighed. “You’ll only call me whenever you want a hit?” he confirmed. The older gentleman grinned before he nodded. “Only when we want a hit” he assured. Zhan Yao then took a deep breath before he sighed again. “Fine. I’ll work for you” he agreed. The older gentleman smiled and clapped his hand before he raised an eyebrow. “Are you staying on campus?” he asked. Zhan Yao nodded. “Yes sir” he answered. The older gentleman shook his head. “No. You’ll stay here” he declared. Zhan Yao’s eyes widened. “What about my—” he started when the older gentleman waved his hand. “I’ll take care of everything. It’s much more convenient for you to stay here at the villa. Besides, we have everything here and my men can drive you to school if you absolutely need to go” he assured. Zhan Yao looked at him before he sighed and nodded. “Alright” he agreed. The older gentleman clapped his hands in delight before he motioned to Zhan Yao’s bags. “Show him to his room” he instructed. The man who escorted Zhan Yao to the villa nodded and motioned for Zhan Yao to follow him up the stairs, Zhan Yao doing as he was told. They then headed upstairs and down the hall to a room at the end of the hall, the man pushing open the doors before stepping aside. “Your room” he murmured. Zhan Yao’s eyes widened as he stepped inside and looked around before he turned to look at the man. “This is my room?” he breathed. The man nodded. “Mm” he replied. Zhan Yao blinked before he cleared his throat. “Tell him thank you for me” he requested. The man nodded and shut the doors behind him while Zhan Yao looked around the large and spacious room, which was equip with a king size bed, a large desk with multiple computer monitors, a bookshelf of his very own, and over in the corner of the room, a rifle box. At the sight of the rifle, Zhan Yao raised an eyebrow before he placed his suitcase down and walked over to the rifle box, opening it to find the latest and newest sniper rifle on the market inside. His eyes widened in surprise as he gently ran his fingers over the weapon, staring at the rifle in awe; the thing must have cost this mafia a fortune. ‘They really weren’t kidding when they said they wanted me to work for them’ he mused as he closed the rifle box, his phone suddenly vibrating in his pocket. He frowned and quickly pulled his phone out of his pocket, looking to see who was calling him and once he realized who it was, he grinned and swiped the button to answer, placing his phone to his ear. “Mouse” he greeted. “Cat! You fucker, you were supposed to call me when you landed you asshole!” Bai Yutong shouted on the other line. Zhan

Yao chuckled. “What, are you pacing around at home, wearing a path into your flooring?” he teased. Bai Yutong huffed. “Maybe. But enough about me. How are you? Are you okay? How’s America? Do you like it?” he asked. Zhan Yao hummed as he looked around his room before he smiled to himself. “I think I’m going to like it” he agreed. ~*~*~*~*~*~ Over the next six years, while he worked on getting his Ph.D., Zhan Yao worked and lived with the American mafia, acting as their hitman whenever they needed him, which surprisingly wasn’t as often as he thought. Considering the type of people he usually went after, he thought there would be more instances that he would be needed, but he was hardly disturbed. Whenever he asked why he wasn’t needed for certain jobs, the boss just smiled and waved his hand, assuring him that they wouldn’t use his talents for anything other than the “big guns”, otherwise known as the really wealthy. And while Zhan Yao appreciated that, sometimes spending all day locked in his room with his computer and just staring at screen after screen made him want to fucking shoot something so sometimes, he would beg the don to let him take on a “lesser” case, just to let off some steam. The don always laughed at him whenever he asked to take on those cases, but he never said no and allowed Zhan Yao to do whatever he wanted. And Zhan Yao was quite grateful for that because if he didn’t have those chances to “blow off steam”, he was sure he would have snapped a long time ago. ~*~*~*~*~*~ After six long years, Zhan Yao finally received his Ph.D. and while he liked America and the friends he had made, he felt like it was time for him to return to China. When he told the don, whose name he learned was Tony, his plan, Tony frowned. “You sure you don’t wanna stay? You’ve done a lot of good here, Yao” he stated. Zhan Yao shook his head. “I’ve enjoyed my time here, in America, and with you all…but I’m not going to lie, I am a bit homesick” he admitted. Tony smirked. “For that boyfriend of yours, I suppose” he mused. Zhan Yao’s eyes widened. “Boyfriend?” he repeated. Tony chuckled. “Yutong, I think his name was? You talk to him almost every day. He must be the one you’re really missing” he stated. Zhan Yao blushed; Bai Yutong was a bit part of his homesickness, but he really did miss Hong Kong too. Tony then laughed and waved his hand. “Say no more, say no more. I’ll make sure you’re on the next flight out” he assured. Zhan Yao dipped his head. “Thank you” he thanked. Tony laughed. “We should be the ones thanking you. You put a lot of families at ease, Yao” he stated. Zhan Yao smiled and shrugged. “Just doing my job” he replied. ~*~*~*~*~*~ When Zhan Yao returned to Hong Kong, the first thing he did was take a taxi to his apartment and then pass out on his bed, not even bothering to let Bai Yutong or even his parents know that he was home. And when he woke up from his jet-lag fueled slumber the next day, he quickly changed out of his pajamas and into more professional looking clothes before he headed out of his apartment and took a taxi to the Hong Kong Police Department. When he arrived, he paid the driver before getting out and heading inside, making a beeline for the information desk. “I’m here to see Bao Sir” he stated. The officer blinked before he quickly picked up the phone and dialed a number, placing the phone to his ear. “Bao Sir. Someone’s here in the lobby to see you” he stated. He then hung up the phone before he looked at Zhan Yao. “He should be right down” he assured. Zhan Yao dipped his head and stepped away from the information desk, just in case someone needed to report something, waiting for the chief of the Hong Kong Police Department, Bao Heizei, to arrive. He thankfully didn’t have to wait very long because soon a man of average height with light tan skin, brown eyes, and curly black hair walked through the automatic gates over to him, a

bright smile on his face. “Dr. Zhan” he greeted. Zhan Yao smiled as he shook Bao Heizei’s outstretched hand. “Bao Sir” he replied. Bao Heizei smiled. “Thank you for coming. How was your flight?” he asked. Zhan Yao huffed. “Long” he murmured. Bao Heizei chuckled. “I bet. Come, come, follow me” he instructed, motioning for Zhan Yao to follow him through the automatic gates and over to the elevators. They then stepped into the elevators and rode it up to the eleventh floor, where Bao Heizei’s office was located, Bao Heizei quickly ushering him over to his office before he motioned to the chair in front of his desk. “Sit sit sit” he urged. Zhan Yao nodded and sat down as Bao Heizei sat down across from him and smiled. “I’m glad you replied” he stated. Zhan Yao smiled. “Well, I’m glad you reached out…I had no idea there was a psychology department here at the police department” he replied. Bao Heizei chuckled. “Well, we could use a brilliant mind like you here in our department” he explained. Zhan Yao hummed before he took a shuddering breath and looked at him. “Bao Sir…you know what I really am beneath my Ph.D., don’t you?” he asked. Bao Heizei nodded. “Of course I know. It’s why I asked you to join us” he replied. Zhan Yao shook his head. “But why?” he demanded. Bao Heizei huffed. “Because you’re more than just an assassin. I think you can do some real good police work, Zhan Yao” he declared before he looked at Zhan Yao. “Does Bai Yutong know?” he asked. Zhan Yao’s eyes widened. “No!” he exclaimed before he cleared his throat. “No…I’ve never told him. I don’t think I could…or can” he murmured. Bao Heizei hummed. “Well…let’s just keep this a little secret between us, hmm? No one has to know” he declared. Zhan Yao looked at him in shock before he nodded. “Okay…thank you” he thanked. Bao Heizei smiled and nodded before he stood to his feet. “Come, let’s meet your new team” he declared. Zhan Yao frowned. “New team?” he asked as he stood to his feet and follow Bao Heizei out of the room. Bao Heizei nodded. “Mm. I created a new department called S.C.I. and I told them I was going to introduce a new member today” he explained. Zhan Yao frowned. “S.C.I….isn’t that the team that Bai Yutong heads?” he asked. Bao Heizei hummed. “It is” he agreed as they headed over to the S.C.I. department. ~*~*~*~*~*~ Meanwhile, the S.C.I. department, Bai Yutong and his team members, Wang Shao, Zhao Fu, Ma Han, Bai Chi, and Jiang Ling, were waiting around, wondering where Bao Sir and the new team member was. “Who do you think the new team member is?” Ma Han wondered aloud. Bai Yutong huffed. “Whoever they are, they sure are taking their sweet ass time” he grumbled. “Well excuse me, I’m a little jet-lagged” a voice called out, making everyone turn to see Bao Heizei and Zhan Yao walking into the department, a small smile on Zhan Yao’s face. “Zhan Yao?!” Bai Yutong exclaimed the minute he saw him. “That’s Deputy Team Leader Zhan Yao, to you” Bao Heizei declared before he looked over at Zhan Yao. “I think you can handle it from here” he murmured. Zhan Yao nodded and Bao Heizei clapped him on the shoulder before he turned and headed out of the department. Once he was gone, Bai Yutong stormed over to Zhan Yao and threw his arms around him, hugging him tightly before he pulled away. “You…you fucker! You didn’t even bother to call and tell me you came home!” he exclaimed. Zhan Yao smiled weakly. “Sorry Mouse…I was just so exhausted it hadn’t even crossed my mind” he murmured. “But I could have come to get you!” Bai Yutong exclaimed. Zhan Yao shook his head. “I didn’t want to bother you” he replied. Bai Yutong huffed before he turned to face the rest of the S.C.I. team, who were looking at him in confusion. “This is Dr. Zhan Yao, criminal

psychologist. He’s going to be joining our team” he declared. “Woah, wait, you’re the Dr. Zhan Yao?! I’ve heard things about you, you’re amazing!” Wang Shao exclaimed. Zhan Yao blushed as Bai Yutong waved his hand. “Alright, alright, alright, get back to work” he ordered before he looked at Zhan Yao. “And you…follow me” he ordered. Zhan Yao nodded and followed Bai Yutong over to one of two offices, Bai Yutong opening the door before motioning inside. “This is your office” he declared. Zhan Yao looked around appreciatively before he walked over to his desk and placed his briefcase down as Bai Yutong shut the door and crossed his arms. “I really am hurt Cat, that you didn’t even bother to tell me that you were coming home” he murmured. Zhan Yao looked up at him and smiled softly. “I’m sorry, Yutong. I just…wanted to surprise you” he explained. Bai Yutong huffed. “Well, this is certainly one hell of a surprise” he murmured before he clapped his hands. “Let me get you up to speed on what we’re working with” he stated, quickly exiting the room and grabbing some files before entering Zhan Yao’s office again, handing him the files. “Since we don’t have any active cases at the moment, Bao Sir’s letting us take a crack at some of these cold cases…we think it’s the work of a serial killer, but we can’t be sure. What do you think?” he asked. Zhan Yao hummed before he opened the file, looking through the reports before his eyes widened at the evidence photos. They were all photos…of his work. Of all the hits he did in the past years before he went to America. Oh…oh this was bad. “Well? Do you think this is a work of a serial killer?” Bai Yutong asked, snapping him out of his thoughts. Zhan Yao then shook his head, blinking, before he cleared his throat. “I think so…but I can’t be sure” he murmured as he looked up at Bai Yutong. “Let me talk to Bao Sir about this…maybe he knows something” he suggested. Bai Yutong nodded. “Sounds like a good idea. I’ll go with you” he offered. Zhan Yao’s eyes widened before he shook his head. “No…no. It’s alright. I’ll be fast” he assured. Bai Yutong frowned before he shrugged. “Alright, up to you” he replied as Zhan Yao stood up from his desk and quickly slipped past him, heading out of his office and out of the department, making a beeline for Bao Heizei’s office. “You let them take my case?!” he shouted the minute he burst through the doors, making Bao Heizei look up with wide eyes before he huffed. “Close the door” he ordered. Zhan Yao then slammed the door behind him as he stormed over to Bao Heizei and shook the case files at him. “You let Bai Yutong take the “Z” cases?! Are you insane?! How am I supposed to keep my past a secret if it’s literally staring me in the god damn face!” he hissed. Bao Heizei huffed. “I tried to dissuade him, but he wouldn’t budge. You know how stubborn he is when he gets something in his mind that he wants to do” he reminded. Zhan Yao groaned. “What am I supposed to do then? How can I play “profiler” on my own fucking profile?!” he exclaimed. Bao Heizei shrugged. “Just lie” he argued. “Bai Yutong can read me like a fucking lie detector! It wouldn’t work!” Zhan Yao exclaimed. Bao Heizei huffed. “Zhan Yao, I don’t know what more you want me to do. Just…play along. Make up a fake profile…hopefully a new case will come soon so that you can stick these cases back in the box and never touch them again but for now…just play along” he instructed. Zhan Yao looked at him for a moment before he took a deep breath and nodded, straightening himself out before he turned and headed out of the office, heading back to the S.C.I. department. When he stepped back inside, Bai Yutong walked over to him and raised an eyebrow. “So? Was Bao Sir helpful?” he asked. Zhan Yao looked over at him before he shook his head. “Not really…I’m going to have to

study these a bit more before I can come up with a profile” he stated. Bai Yutong nodded. “Take your time. They’re cold cases, there’s no need to solve them right away. We’ve got time” he assured before he laughed. “And who knows. Maybe a case will come along, and we won’t even have to worry about those old cases” he declared. Zhan Yao smiled thinly before he walked past Bai Yutong and headed back to his office, his smile immediately falling the minute he walked away. ‘Let’s fucking hope so’ he thought to himself. ~*~*~*~*~*~ Thankfully Zhan Yao’s prayers were heard because almost the next day, they had gotten an anonymous tip saying that an informant had some information on a local gang that S.C.I. was trying to stop. So, after they had gotten the anonymous tip, the S.C.I. team headed out to the warehouse where the informant said they would meet and when they arrived, Zhan Yao immediately frowned. “This seems like a trap” he murmured. Bai Yutong tsked. “I’ve met informants in weird and sketchy warehouses before, this is nothing” he assured. Zhan Yao frowned but followed him into the warehouse, the others following behind. As they looked around, they noticed that it was eerily empty and incredibly dark, making it almost impossible to see anything inside save for the few overhead lights that were shining down on them as the windows had been all blacked out. “Bai Sir, are you sure this is where we’re supposed to meet the informant?” Bai Chi asked, looking over at Bai Yutong. Bai Yutong said nothing as he continued to look around before he frowned. “You know, maybe…maybe this is a trap” he murmured, just as the warehouse doors suddenly slammed shut, making everyone whirl around in shock before Bai Yutong looked over at Zhan Yao and glared. “Don’t you say a word” he growled. Zhan Yao scoffed, just as his eyes fluttered and the world suddenly went black. ~*~*~*~*~*~ When Zhan Yao woke up a little while later, he found himself on his knees with his hands bound by zip-ties in front of him. ‘What the hell?’ he thought to himself before he looked over to find Bai Yutong and the others also bound, but they were all tied together in one bundle, ropes wrapped around their torsos and wrists. “Bai Yutong!” he exclaimed, making Bai Yutong look up at him with wide eyes. “Cat!” he cried, just as a low, dark chuckle echoed throughout the warehouse, making everyone turn to see a man dressed in all black step out of the shadows. “Not so tough now, are we, Bai Sir?” the man sneered. Bai Yutong snarled. “Zhang Jie, when I get out of here, I’ll kill you” he growled. The man, Zhang Jie, laughed. “When you get out? That’s cute, Bai Sir…but none of you are getting out of here alive” he declared. “That’s what you think” Zhan Yao murmured, making Zhang Jie look over at him and raise an eyebrow. “What was that?” he asked before he walked over to Zhan Yao and grasped him by his face, forcing him to look up at him. “Huh? Speak up. It’s rude to mumble” he growled. Zhan Yao smirked. “I said, that’s what you think” he snarled before he spat in Zhang Jie’s face, causing the man to stumble backwards in surprise. Zhang Jie then huffed as he wiped the spit out of his eyes before he growled at Zhan Yao and pulled a gun out of his belt, pointing it at him. “No!” Bai Yutong shouted, causing Zhang Jie to turn and point the gun at him, making Zhan Yao’s eyes widen before he pushed himself up onto his heels and launched himself at Zhang Jie, crashing into the man. As they crashed to the ground, the gun went skittering out of Zhang Jie’s hand, causing Zhan Yao to look over at it with wide eyes before he pushed himself off Zhang Jie and ran over to the gun, picking it up. He then pointed the gun at Zhang Jie before he glanced over at Bai Yutong and the others, Bai Yutong’s eyes wide in shock but there was also a hint of pleading in them…to not kill the man. Zhan Yao took a deep breath

before he suddenly pointed the gun at their own source of light in the warehouse and fired a shot, shattering the bulb and plunging the warehouse into darkness. “Zhan Yao!” Bai Yutong shouted, searching the darkness for the man but he couldn’t see anything; even if there was a hand in front of his face, he wouldn’t have been able to see it. As he searched around the dark, trying to figure out where Zhan Yao and Zhang Jie were, he heard the sound of fighting before a gunshot suddenly rang out, making him and the other S.C.I. team members flinch. “What the fuck was that?” Zhao Fu hissed. “I don’t know” Ma Han whimpered. “I hope Dr. Zhan’s fine” Wang Shao murmured. “He’ll be fine” Bai Yutong snapped, just as the warehouse suddenly flooded with light, making everyone squint at the sudden light. “The hell?” Wang Shao exclaimed, just as Zhan Yao suddenly appeared before Bai Yutong, smiling softly. “Cat” Bai Yutong breathed, staring at Zhan Yao with wide eyes. Zhan Yao chuckled before he quickly untied the ropes from around Bai Yutong and the others, allowing them to stand to their feet. “What happened to Zhang Jie? Where’d he go?” Bai Yutong demanded. Zhan Yao looked at him before he sighed heavily and motioned for him to follow him over to where Zhang Jie’s body lay on the ground, a single gunshot wound to his temple. Bai Yutong’s eyes widened and he knelt down, studying the body when he noticed a familiar symbol carved behind Zhang Jie’s ear. He frowned and stared at the symbol for a moment before he slowly looked up at Zhan Yao, who just hung his head, never saying a word. Bai Yutong then slowly stood to his feet, his eyes never leaving Zhan Yao before he let out a huff. “You’re Z?” he whispered. Zhan Yao looked at him before he nodded slightly causing Bai Yutong to shake his head in disbelief. “YOU’RE Z?!” he shouted, making the other members of S.C.I. look over at him in shock. “Bai Sir, what the hell are you talking about?” Ma Han exclaimed. Bai Yutong then looked over at them and motioned them over as he pointed to Zhang Jie’s body. “Look at the symbol. Right behind his ear” he ordered. The other S.C.I. members frowned before they walked over to Zhang Jie’s body and knelt down, looking at the symbol carved into his skin behind his ear, their eyes widening in horror before they all looked up at Zhan Yao. “Dr. Zhan” Bai Chi whispered. Zhan Yao said nothing and just looked away, causing all of S.C.I. to stare at him before Bai Yutong turned and stormed out of the warehouse, Zhan Yao’s eyes widening as he turned to watch him leave before he rushed after him, leaving the other S.C.I. members alone in the warehouse, stunned and confused. “Dr. Zhan…was the one who killed all those people? It can’t be…” Ma Han murmured. Zhao Fu shook his head as he pointed to Zhang Jie’s body. “But the evidence doesn’t lie” he reminded. “What the fuck…” Wang Shao whispered. ~*~*~*~*~*~ Meanwhile, Zhan Yao rushed after Bai Yutong, who was heading over to his car. “Bai Yutong!” he shouted, making Bai Yutong stop and turn to look at him with piercing eyes before he huffed. “Get in the car” he ordered. Zhan Yao stared at him before he quietly walked over to the passenger’s seat and got in, Bai Yutong getting behind the wheel before he turned on the car and drove away from the warehouse, heading back to the police department. The drive back was incredibly awkward as Bai Yutong clutched at the wheel so tightly that his knuckles were almost white while Zhan Yao stared out the window, not sure what to say. After a while, Zhan Yao looked over at Bai Yutong and sighed. “Bai Yutong—” he started. “Don’t” Bai Yutong growled, his eyes never leaving the road. “I don’t want to hear it” he snarled. Zhan Yao looked at him before he sighed again and rested his head against the headrest, shutting his eyes, a single tear streaming out of the corner of his

eye. ~*~*~*~*~*~ When they returned to the police department, Bai Yutong and Zhan Yao headed inside and up to the eleventh floor, where Zhan Yao quickly headed to his office and shut the door behind him, leaving Bai Yutong alone in the bullpen, just as the other S.C.I. members walked in, immediately looking at him. “Bai Sir, is Dr. Zhan really the one behind those cold cases?” Bai Chi asked. Bai Yutong just shot him a glare and he immediately cowed under his gaze as Bai Yutong huffed. “Get back to work” he ordered. The other S.C.I. members nodded before they walked over to their desks and began working as Bai Yutong headed to his office, glancing over at Zhan Yao’s office before he headed inside his own. He sat in his office for all of five minutes before he let out a groan and quickly stood to his feet, heading out of his office and over to Zhan Yao’s, throwing open the door, startling Zhan Yao into looking up from his work. “Bai Yutong?” he asked, frowning at him. Bai Yutong stared at him before he let out a huff. “How long?” he demanded. Zhan Yao frowned. “How long what?” he asked. Bai Yutong pointed at him. “How long have you been killing? And don’t fucking lie to me” he snarled. Zhan Yao looked at him before he sighed. “All my life” he answered. Bai Yutong stared at him in disgust before he huffed. “You have some fucking nerve, Zhan Yao. You’re a fucking killer and yet you’re a cop. Is this job some kind of joke to you? Am I some kind of joke to you?” he demanded, making Zhan Yao look up at him. “Bai Yutong—” he started. “No, you know what? You’re a fucking hypocrite, Zhan Yao. You chase down people who fucking kill and hurt others and yet you’re JUST LIKE THEM. You’re a fucking KILLER!” Bai Yutong roared. Zhan Yao said nothing and just stared at him, tears glistening in his brown eyes, causing him to sigh heavily. “You know what? I don’t want to see you anymore. Just…leave. Just go” he murmured. Zhan Yao looked at him for a moment before he quietly packed up his briefcase and stood to his feet, slipping past Bai Yutong as he headed towards the door when Bai Yutong looked at him. “And Zhan Yao—” he started, making Zhan Yao stop and turn to look back at him. “If I find out that you kill again…I’m walking out of your life. You will never see me again. Do you understand me?” he growled. Zhan Yao just stared at him before he nodded silently and stepped out of his office, walking past the other S.C.I. members before heading out of the department. Wang Shao, Jiang Ling, Bai Chi, Ma Han, and Zhao Fu watched him leave before they turned back to their work while Bai Yutong let out a heavy sigh as he sat on the edge of Zhan Yao’s desk, placing his head in his hand. He couldn’t believe it. His best friend…a fucking killer. ~*~*~*~*~*~ After leaving the S.C.I. department, Zhan Yao headed to Bao Heizei’s office, knocking on the door. “Come in” a voice called from inside. Zhan Yao then opened the door and stepped inside, Bao Heizei looking up at him. “Dr. Zhan? Is there something I can do for you?” he asked. Zhan Yao said nothing before he closed the door behind him and walked over to Bao Heizei’s desk, sitting down before him. “He knows” he whispered. Bao Heizei frowned. “What do you mean?” he asked. Zhan Yao looked up at him, tears in his eyes, before he sniffled. “Bai Yutong knows. S.C.I. knows. About me. About what I’ve done” he whispered. Bao Heizei’s eyes widened before he frowned. “How?” he demanded. Zhan Yao sighed. “We got a report…an informant said that they had some information on a case and when we went to go see them…we were ambushed” he murmured before he looked at Bao Heizei. “He was going to shoot Bai Yutong! I couldn’t let him kill him” he exclaimed. Bao Heizei hummed and nodded as Zhan Yao huffed. “In that moment, I didn’t care what happened to me…I didn’t care if I was the one who got shot, if

I was the one who died…hell if I got thrown out of the police department…I just could not let Bai Yutong die. So I killed him” he growled. Bao Heizei nodded again before he sighed softly. “Why don’t…you take some time off? Give Bai Yutong some time to take it all in, give you some time to just…rest” he murmured. Zhan Yao nodded. “Yes sir” he murmured. Bao Heizei then watched as Zhan Yao stood up and headed over to the door, opening it before stepping out, quietly closing the door behind him. Bao Heizei watched him walk away before he let out a heavy sigh. “Oh Zhan Yao” he murmured. ~*~*~*~*~*~ A few weeks after Zhan Yao left S.C.I. at Bao Heizei’s suggestion, Bai Yutong was briefing a new case to S.C.I. when the television suddenly switched from Jiang Ling’s computer screen to a black screen, making everyone look at it with a frown. “What the hell?” Zhao Fu grumbled, just as a cackle echoed throughout the sound system. “Bai Sir~” a voice suddenly cooed, making Bai Yutong frown as the television suddenly switched from black to a livestream of what looked like a person, their face covered with a bag, in a warehouse, shirtless, on their knees, their face and body covered with cuts and bruises as well as some pretty gruesome brand marks. “I believe I have something of yours, Bai Sir~” the voice purred before a man dressed in all black walked over to the person on their knees and yanked the bag off their head, revealing Zhan Yao. At the sight of Zhan Yao, the S.C.I. members let out gasps of horror and shock while Bai Yutong just stared at his partner with wide eyes. “You must be wondering how I kidnapped him…it’s a secret” the man declared before he pulled out a knife and slashed Zhan Yao’s arm, causing him to cry out in pain. Bai Yutong flinched at the sound of Zhan Yao’s cry, but he said nothing as the torturer just chuckled and tsked. “Oh? No reaction? Looks like I’m going to have to try a bit harder then” he mused before he suddenly kicked Zhan Yao in the side with the steel-toed boots he was wearing, causing Zhan Yao to gasp in pain as he crashed to the ground, curling in on himself as his face contorted in pain. Seeing Zhan Yao in pain made Bai Yutong curl his hands into fists, and he growled low in his throat, but he still couldn’t get over Zhan Yao’s betrayal, so he just stayed quiet as the torturer grabbed Zhan Yao by the hair and yanked him up so that he was on his knees once more. As they watched the livestream, Bao Heizei walked into S.C.I. and frowned. “What’s going on here?” he asked. Wang Shao said nothing and just pointed to the television screen, making Bao Heizei turn to see Zhan Yao, on his knees, shirtless, wincing and hissing in pain, brand marks and slash wounds covering his body. “What the hell is he doing? Why isn’t he breaking free? Why isn’t he fighting?” he demanded. “Because I told him that if he ever killed again, I would cut myself out of his life forever” Bai Yutong answered, his voice tight. Bao Heizei looked over at him with wide eyes before he stormed over to him and grabbed him by the front of his shirt, giving him a hard shake. “SO YOU WOULD RATHER WATCH HIM DIE THEN LET HIM FREE HIMSELF?! HUH?! YOUR PARTNER?! THE PERSON YOU WOULD DIE FOR?!” he screamed. Bai Yutong looked at him with wide eyes before he shoved him away. “He claims to be a cop and yet he’s killed people! He’s a fucking hypocrite!” he shouted. “LIKE YOU HAVEN’T KILLED PEOPLE YOURSELF! WHAT MAKES YOU ANY DIFFERENT FROM HIM?!” Bao Heizei roared. Bai Yutong blinked before he opened his mouth to protest when Bao Heizei pointed a finger at him. “You don’t get to judge him when you’ve done the exact same thing. You’ve killed people too, Bai Yutong” he hissed. Bai Yutong shook his head. “But that’s different!” he exclaimed. “Is it?” Bao Heizei demanded. Bai Yutong’s mouth fell open in shock before he shook his head again. “I—” he started. “You’ve

killed people to stop them from hurting others later on, correct? Those criminals whom you knew were going to keep hurting people unless they were stopped?” Bao Heizei demanded. Bai Yutong stared at him before he nodded slightly. Bao Heizei then pointed to the TV screen. “He’s done the exact same thing” he declared. Bai Yutong frowned. “What do you mean?” he asked. Bao Heizei huffed. “Even before he went to America, Zhan Yao was hired by people, mainly by the victim’s families, to assassinate pedophiles, abusers, child molesters, and child rapists. He’s never killed an innocent person in his life” he growled. Bai Yutong looked at him in shock before he shook his head. “Why didn’t they just go to the police?” he demanded. Bao Heizei scoffed. “If the abuser, molester, or pedophile is a rich or affluent person, you think the police is going to do anything? You know how rich people are, they like to get their hands on the investigation and pay a lot of money to just have the whole thing covered up or “solved”. And Zhan Yao refused to let that happen, let another victim suffer and let another monster go free so he killed them. It was deserved and the only thing he could do to stop them” he snarled as he looked Bai Yutong in the eyes. “Do you know why he never told you any of this?” he asked. Bai Yutong shook his head. “Because he knew you’d react like how you are now. He knows how much justice means to you, so he hid that part of himself away. But deep down? He’s still the Zhan Yao you grew up with. You know that day that you got ambused? And he killed Zhang Jie?” Bao Heizei asked. Bai Yutong and the rest of S.C.I. nodded as Bao Heizei huffed. “That day, you know what he told me?” he asked. Bai Yutong shook his head again. “He said that he didn’t care what happened to him. He didn’t care if he died, if he got kicked out of the police force, none of that matter except for your safety” Bao Heizei declared, pointing a finger at Bai Yutong. “He cared more about you and your safety then his own god damn well being. That’s why he killed Zhang Jie. And all those cold cases you were looking at. The so called “Z” cases? Did you never once realize that all the victims in those cases…were rapists? Were pedophiles? Were child molesters? Were abusers?” he hissed. Bai Yutong blinked, just as a pained screamed echoed through the sound system, making everyone turn to see Zhan Yao doubled over in pain, a brand-new brand on the middle of his back as his kidnapper cackled, having far too much fun with his torture. Bai Yutong stared at the screen and his hands slowly closed into fists as rage began to course through his body before he turned and looked at Jiang Ling. “Jiang Ling, track the IP address of the video and once you figure out where it’s being transmitted from, send me the address” he ordered as he headed for the sliding doors. “Wait, Bai Sir, where are you going?” Bai Chi called out. “To save Zhan Yao!” Bai Yutong called back as he stepped through the sliding doors and headed for the elevators. ~*~*~*~*~*~ Bai Yutong then ran to his Lamborghini, his phone pinging with a text from Jiang Ling with the location of IP address. He quickly pulled out his phone and looked at it, pressing the address to send it to google maps. Once the address was typed into the GPS, Bai Yutong got into his Lamborghini, turned on the engine, and gunned it out of the parking lot, eyes constantly shifting between the road and the GPS as he broke nearly every traffic law in the book but who was going to stop him? Everyone in Hong Kong knew him and his car, so he knew that he was perfectly fine to keep speeding down the roads and through the lights (he was very careful of cars though) until he reached the address. He then quickly parked the car and got out, first checking to make sure that his gun was fully loaded, before he ran into the warehouse, Zhan Yao’s torturer turning at the sound. Before he could even move, Bai

Yutong was already pulling the trigger, firing bullet after bullet into the man until he fell to the ground, dead. Bai Yutong then ran over to Zhan Yao, first kicking the camera off the tripod and watching as it crashed to the ground, plastic pieces going everywhere, before he knelt beside Zhan Yao and carefully pulled him into his arms, Zhan Yao immediately slumping against him. “Zhan Yao. Cat. Kitten. Can you hear me?” he asked, his voice full of panic. Zhan Yao let out a soft groan before he weakly looked up at him. “Y-Yutong?” he croaked. Bai Yutong shook his head as he carefully wrapped his arms around him and hugged him tightly. “I’m sorry Kitten. I’m so sorry” he whispered before he removed his arms from around Zhan Yao and quickly took off his jacket, carefully wrapping it around Zhan Yao’s torso. “You’re gonna be okay. You’re gonna be okay, I’m gonna get you to a hospital. You’re going to be okay” he promised as he reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, dialing 110 before placing his phone to his ear. “This is Sergeant Bai Yutong of S.C.I. I need medical personnel right now; an officer’s been injured. I repeat, an officer’s been injured” he reported before he put the phone down, keeping the line open so that the dispatch officers could figure out his location while he carefully wrapped his arms around Zhan Yao again and hugged him tightly, rocking him back and forth as he whispered apologies over and over until the paramedics arrived. Once they got there, they rushed over to them and had to practically pry Zhan Yao out of Bai Yutong’s arms because he just would not let go. After finally getting Bai Yutong to let go of Zhan Yao, they rushed him to the ambulance while Bai Yutong grabbed his phone, hanging up the call before he stood up and rushed out to his Lamborghini, waiting for the ambulance to leave before he quickly turned on the engine and followed after them. ~*~*~*~*~*~ When Zhao Yao woke up hours later, his entire body felt as if it had been constantly run over by semi-trucks and just…everything hurt. As he tried to sit up, he let out a gasp of pain and clutched at his ribs, his face contorting in pain, just as a gentle hand appeared on his shoulder. “Shh, don’t move Kitten. Don’t move” a voice soothed, causing him to turn and look over with wide eyes to see Bai Yutong sitting beside him. “B-Bai Yutong?” he whispered. Bai Yutong smiled softly. “Hey Kitten” he greeted. Zhan Yao shook his head. “What…where am I?” he croaked. Bai Yutong sighed as he reached out and began to pet his hair, his touch almost ridiculously gentle. “The hospital” he replied. Zhan Yao stared at him for a moment before he frowned. “What are you doing?” he demanded. Bai Yutong raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?” he replied. Zhan Yao huffed. “You’re suddenly so nice to me even though a few weeks ago you looked at me as if I was the fucking devil incarnate, and you told me you never wanted to speak or see me again” he sneered. Bai Yutong looked at him for a moment before he sighed heavily and continued to gently pet his hair. “I’m sorry” he apologized. Zhan Yao blinked. “What?” he whispered. Bai Yutong nodded. “I’m sorry. I was wrong and an asshole and if I hadn’t said anything, you wouldn’t have taken time off and wouldn’t be in the hospital right now” he explained as he looked at him. “Bao Sir explained everything to me…I’m really sorry Zhan Yao” he apologized. Zhan Yao looked at him in shock before he shook his head. “So you don’t…you don’t hate me?” he whispered. Bai Yutong’s eyes widened. “Hate you? Zhan Yao, I could never hate you! I just…I didn’t understand why you did what you did. And I get why you never told me…I was kind of a dick” he murmured. Zhan Yao huffed. “No, it’s just that you…always held a stronger sense of right and wrong. I tend to…toe the line. Which is why I did what I did. And why I couldn’t tell you.

Because I knew if I told you…you would hate me” he whispered. Bai Yutong shook his head as he leaned forward and rested his head against Zhan Yao’s. “I could never hate you, Kitten. I just wish you had told me” he replied. Zhan Yao chuffed. “Because that’s an easy conversation to bring up” he murmured. Bai Yutong chuckled. “True” he agreed before he pulled away and looked into Zhan Yao’s eyes. “I’m not mad, Cat, and I don’t hate you” he promised. Zhan Yao looked back at him and tears began to fill his eyes before he squeezed them shut, tears streaming out of the corners. Bai Yutong then leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his forehead. “Shh…shh…it’s alright. It’s alright, Kitten. Shhh…shhh” he soothed as Zhan Yao continued to cry, Bai Yutong’s lips never leaving his forehead. Once he had finally calmed down, Zhan Yao sniffled and looked at Bai Yutong. “What are we going to do now?” he asked weakly. Bai Yutong shook his head. “Don’t think about that now. Just focus on getting better. We’ll figure out what to do when you get out of here” he assured. Zhan Yao nodded as he let out a sigh and relaxed back into his pillow, shutting his eyes. Bai Yutong smiled softly at him before he reached out and began running his fingers through his hair again, Zhan Yao letting out a hum of content. “Yutong?” he murmured, causing Bai Yutong to look at him and raise an eyebrow. “Yes Kitten?” he replied. “Thank you” Zhan Yao whispered. Bai Yutong blinked in surprise before he smiled and nodded slightly. “You’re welcome” he replied. ~*~*~*~*~*~ A few weeks after Zhan Yao was released, S.C.I. was pretty much back to normal. There was no uncomfortable or awkward tension, Zhan Yao and Bai Yutong bickered as usual, Wang Shao and Zhao Fu got into trouble, Bai Chi, Ma Han, and Jiang Ling worked, and Gongsun rolled his eyes at all of them before locking himself in his lab to work and keep out the noise. The only real difference to the department was that in Zhan Yao’s office, sitting next to his filing cabinets, was a black duffle bag that didn’t used to be there before. And the duffle bag was hardly ever used unless Bai Yutong came into his office with a case in his hand and a look in his eyes. Whenever that happened, Zhan Yao would just glance up at him before he quietly reached behind him and grabbed the duffle bag, standing to his feet. They then would head out of the department, the other S.C.I. members watching them quietly before they went back to work, none of them commenting on what they saw because what was there to say? One of their bosses was an assassin and the other one was totally fine with it. So, like…did their opinion or comments really matter? No. Not really.

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