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Tether Me - Chapter 2

Pairing(s): Geto/Gojo/Reader

Summary: “Hey! Didn’t keep you waitin’ too long, did we?”

“No, not long,” you assured, fighting hard to keep your eyes off his friend for however long possible, vainfully clinging to your sanity. You knew that as soon as you centered your vision on him, your ability for conscious thought would evaporate.

You wanted to present yourself as at least marginally normal as a first impression, though you doubted you were achieving that by avoiding the obvious third presence. You were surely coming off as rude, you really should–

“This one's Geto Suguru,” Gojo introduced the noiret by his side, nipping your overthinking at the bud.

At last, your full attention was guided to him.

Oh.

Oh. That was a mistake.

AN: there's a couple mentions of emotional eating (in thoughts). Degrading words towards self (slut, whore, etc) but not self-degrading. I think that's it? Lemme know if I missed something, it's 5:50 am at time of posting and I am eepy, so I'm sorry if I did ♥

Ch: Prologue | Ch: 1 | Ch: 2 | Ch: 3 | Ch: 4 | Ch: 5 - 1 | Ch: 5 - 2

WC: 12.9k

The scent of something marvelously delicious wafting through the air had you groggily rolling over from your stomach to your back in bed, stretching your arms above you and practically vibrating the way a cat would as you eased away any sleep-induced tension from your muscles.

You honestly hadn’t slept that well in a long while. You were bleary-eyed, sure, but refreshed. You didn’t have any heavy bags under your eyes, you didn’t experience any nightmares of being hunted. Just calm, good, dreamless sleep.

As much as you wanted to laze around in bed all day, though, the watering of your mouth couldn’t go ignored. Or the rumble in your stomach, for that matter.

With a sleepy groan and big, feline-like yawn to match your stretch, you shuffled out of bed and rubbed the crusties from your eyes as you pulled on some comfortable clothes. Hell if you knew what you were going to do for the day, you could figure that out after you sated your appetite.

You were downright drooling when you left your room to do your morning routine and groused like a toddler that didn’t want to brush her teeth before devouring her weight in breakfast. But you were a grown ass woman that quite preferred to have good hygiene, thank you very much. The intoxicating call of sustenance would have to wait until after you scrubbed your face and polished your teeth to perfection.

Catching sight of yourself in the mirror made you choke when you saw how chaotic the nest of hair on your head was. You felt like a cartoon character that got zapped, your tresses sticking in every direction.

You must have slept really well, then.

You combed your fingers through the messy strands, trying to smooth the misbehaving locks. It took some effort to tame them into a somewhat presentable fashion, which was the most you cared to do when you were dying to eat already.

Your eyes flickered towards the remaining bottles you left on the sink countertop from last night and you nearly lost your shit.

Just what did Satoru put Ijichi through to get you high end skin products like these? And in such a short amount of time? You guessed the poor man broke a few speeding laws to get these in time for you to use. That, or maybe Satoru had informed him earlier, when you initially agreed to take him up on his offer to stay at his place. Or he already had them and was keeping them around for this kind of situation? Did he use the same brand?

Well, whatever. You were going to use those zealously, so help you god.

And, by the heavens above and seas below, they were fucking incredible. Your face was baby-skin soft. Lustrous, dewy, you were glowing, and certainly felt like it, too. You couldn’t stop touching your cheeks and forehead, they were just so smooth.

No wonder rich people always had the clearest skin. If you had these while growing up, you never would have had to deal with getting acne in your teens and into your adulthood.

So fucking unfair.

Lamenting how Satoru was born with a silver spoon in his mouth while you were robbed by the universe, you followed the delectable wisps of the tasty aroma in the air like a drunk cupid with tiny wings and a dazed veneer on your face. There you found the man himself in the kitchen, humming an unfamiliar song to himself.

You continued to be baffled that he knew how to cook. It seemed almost unnatural, in a way. He was the prime example of a rich boy that you could find reclining on a poolside chair, hands behind his head as a servant hand fed him grapes. Yet here he was, cooking away, an apron tied around his neck and waist (with frills and little hearts, too, the flashy ass). You wouldn’t be surprised if it had ‘Kiss the Chef’ written across the front and oh, would you look at that, you were right.

“Goooood morning!” Satoru exclaimed, turning away from the stove to greet you. The apron was even flashier than you thought. For fuck’s sake, it had sequins on it. “How’d you– whoa. Nevermind, your hair answers that question.”

You subconsciously tried to flatten down your frizzy tangles once more, grumbling and pulling your gaze away from the atrocious fabric covering his chest that you would totally wear as well, gods, it was horrific. Your morning hair never liked to cooperate with you. “Morning.”

Yawning against the back of your hand, you climbed onto one of the barstools at the kitchen island and veered your body to the side, trying to see what he was cooking around his arm. It smelled sweet, the kind of sweet that was almost enough to make you nauseous, but wouldn’t actually cross that line. Kind of like dessert after you’ve filled yourself to bursting with dinner.

“What are you making? It smells really good,” you said.

“Pancakes!” He exclaimed, sliding an already finished plate to you, soufflé pancakes stacked high atop, drizzled in chocolate and syrup. He even added fruit slices in an arch around the back, just to make it extra fancy.

Someone had a sweet tooth, it seemed. That, and it was obvious he was trying to show off his culinary skills, having the perfect reason to do so now.

But who were you to point that out? You were getting free food, and not even for the first time! Of course you were going to stuff yourself sick with these. Because, honestly, they did look incredible. You would have felt bad about devouring such art if your stomach wasn’t going nuts.

“Wow, these smell amazing,” you said, scooping up a bite with the fork he passed you. You admired it, tilting it a few degrees in the light, then chomped down on it.

The noise you made was downright unholy. Straight to the Second Circle with you, don’t even think about looking at the pearly gates of Heaven.

“Fuuuuck,” you keened as you immediately shoved another piece into your mouth. You savored the delectable meal with chubby cheeks, letting the sugary and fluffy delight overtake your senses. “This is so fuckin’ good.”

He cackled at your reaction as he finished cooking and styling up his own plate, ditching the eye-bleedingly ugly apron, and you realized a trice too late that you just stroked his ego considerably. “I didn’t know you could make those kinds of sounds,” he quipped. The sunlight pouring through a nearby window caught the lenses of his glasses when he slid into the seat beside you, making them glint the same way his eyes would if you could see them unobstructed. “Makes me wonder what other noises you can make.”

You almost choked on the pancake you were greedily wolfing down.

Okay, he was not allowed to say things like that while you were eating. And especially not in that voice, the one that lowered a couple octaves and had you squirming in your seat. Barely 10 minutes into the morning and you were already struggling to keep your composure around him.

You swallowed down your food stiffly and patted your sternum with a wee cough. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

“I’m not opposed to that.”

“You promised you’d let me use your hot spring first.”

“I can be patient!” Exclaimed the man who very much could not be patient.

You deadpanned, but your lips quivered as you tried to restrain a grin. “Somehow, I doubt that.”

He moped like he was told he couldn’t go to the park today. “You’re so mean to me. How could you? And right after I graciously agreed to house you, too.” Wow, he wasn’t kidding about not letting you live that down.

To make up for it and bring the whiny baby back into a good mood, you let him have a few bites of your food, and he lit up like a damn firework, scarfing them down without a second thought. He had this sort of boyish charm that was difficult to resist in a way that made you want to tease and taunt him endlessly. His statuesque features certainly aided his charisma.

“By the way,” Gojo began, speaking around a piece of syrup-covered strawberry from his own dish. “There’s someone I want to introduce to you later. You’ll like him.”

You gave him a sidelong glance. Was this the second ‘someone’ Granny mentioned the day before? You shuddered at the thought of dealing with two Satoru’s. You barely knew the first one, and he was already a handful and a menace. You chewed quickly and swallowed to answer.

“Is he anything like you?” You asked, doing your best to be ladylike and eat the way a normal person would. You weren’t really succeeding.

He grinned wide. “He’s the best! Second to me, of course.”

“That does not answer my question,” you pointed an accusatory fork at him.

“Pshh, don’t worry. He’s cool. Well, not as cool as me, but very close.”

That still didn’t answer your question. More so, it put you on edge. You were already mentally preparing to get acquainted with this potential twin, doppelgänger, and/or clone.

“Can you at least tell me his name?”

“Geto Suguru,” he responded.

Geto Suguru, huh?

Same initials as Gojo Satoru. Same amount of syllables, too.

You were so fucked, weren’t you?

The thought of having two copies of the gremlin beside you had you preemptively putting your hands on your nape to ease the tension. Figuratively, but possibly literally, depending on if height was something they shared.

“Alright,” you said. “When do you want me to meet him?”

“Oh, the time will come, you shouldn’t worry your pretty little head.”

Well, if that wasn’t the most cryptic shit that definitely had you worrying your pretty little head. Asshole, he was doing that on purpose, confirmed by that cunning expression he had as he observed you with his temple resting on his fist, elbow on the counter. He liked toying with you.

You narrowed your eyes at him. “Don’t look at me like that.”

He raised his brows. “Like what?”

“Like you’re planning some shit.”

Satoru pressed his fingers to his chest, feigning innocence. “Why, I’d never!”

He was absolutely planning some shit. All you could really do now was brace yourself for whatever was to come, though you were certain that no amount of readying yourself would keep you from getting swept off your feet. “I’ve got my eye on you.”

That was the wrong thing to say, considering he fucking swooned and tipped over, resting his head on your shoulder and closing his eyes, sighing like a schoolgirl. “I knew you thought I was handsome.”

You gave a long-suffering exhale and poked his cheek. “I said no such thing.”

“Yeah, but you looked it.”

“The hell does that even mean?”

“Just keep your eyes on me, pretty baby,” he directed and sat back up, reaching for his fork. “What’s on the agenda for you today?” He asked as he scooped up the rest of the syrup on his plate with the last bite of his food.

You coughed to cover your blush, grateful for the topic change. “Well, I guess take stock of all I’ll need to do with my house. I got a job at Granny’s store, so I’ll start working there in a few days.”

“Shit, really?” He gaped at you. “That fast?”

You nodded around your final piece of pancake, closing your eyes to savor the sublime flavor. You’d have to make him teach you to cook like that sometime, too.

A ‘whooh’ sound left him. “Impressive.”

“It’s weird,” you said. “Everything’s worked out so far, and I’ve barely been here for two and a half days. I’m getting suspicious.”

“Why?”

Your shoulders lifted and dropped. “Seems too good to be true. Gotta stay on my toes, y’know?”

Satoru ruffled your hair as he stood to stack your empty plates into the dishwasher. “You think too much, sweetheart.”

You crossed your arms over your chest. “Let me be paranoid.”

“You’ll just give yourself worry lines like that,” he cautioned, returning to press his index finger between your brows, “riiiight here. You gotta relax, princess. Chill out, do something fun.”

It was hard to, after spending so many years escaping metaphorical ghosts. Old habits die hard, you supposed.

He was right, you could really use a break from non-stop wariness. This was supposed to be a fresh start, after all. You washed your slate, unmarked of everything on purpose, keeping next to nothing but your name and the clothes on your back. No contacts, nobody waiting for you somewhere, no responsibilities or obligations holding you back. Who knew how long you’d get the chance to let go like this? Might as well take advantage of it.

You weren’t sure what would qualify as ‘fun’ here, but you were a new sprout, after all. What better way than to learn firsthand?

“Alright,” you agreed. “Recommend anything?”

“Hmm,” he lolled his head side to side. “Go to the bakery. It’s not far from Granny’s store, a couple streets north. Hard to miss, it’s got a big sign. We saw it on the way to Granny’s yesterday.”

You scratched through your memory, trying to remember exactly where it was. You had a fuzzy idea, but the benefit of living in such a small locale was that it wouldn’t be too difficult to find. “Will do, thanks. I’ll go after I check out my place first. I’ll need the emotional support after that.”

“Fair enough, I saw why,” he chortled. Oh, the exterior was nothing compared to the interior, sweet summer child. “You want a ride there?”

You considered it, then shook your head. “Nah, it’d be better for me to walk there to get more familiar with the town.”

“You sure?” He raised a brow, a teasing, lazy smirk crawling up his lips. “Won’t get lost?”

“Probably,” you snorted, “but experience is the best teacher, eh?”

He chuckled low in his throat. “If you do get lost, don’t be afraid to call me. I’ll be your prince in shining armor.”

You made a ‘pffft’ noise and glared at him. He just smiled back like the dork he was. “It’s knight in shining armor.”

“Prince is better. I’m not some lowly knight.”

Drama queen. “Alright, whatever you say, prince. I’ll see you–” In the midst of slipping off the stool to get ready to leave, you stopped, remembering a key piece of information. “Hey,” you spoke up, rotating to scrutinize him with a squint. “How did you know my back door doesn’t have a lock?”

He shrugged nonchalantly. “My friends and I would go there on dares when we were younger. Believed it was haunted, dumb kid shit, you know how it goes.”

Oh.

That– yeah, that sounded way more plausible and understandable than whatever ghost stories about kidnappers and serial killers you came up with. But he still could have phrased it better than he did, he didn’t have to go creepy-mode to convince you to stay with him for the time being.

“Why?” He chortled. “Thought I was gonna kidnap ya?”

“Yes,” you replied automatically, scratching the spot behind your ear sheepishly. “Sorry about that.”

He snickered at your expense, bending down and lowering his voice into a rumbling murmur. “You never know. Maybe I will.”

“Har har,” you replied flatly. “Very funny.”

His lips curled further, eyes gleaming behind his shades. “Better keep your guard up, princess. Someone might just come and snatch you up when you least expect it.”

You scoffed as you swiveled and headed towards the front door. Satoru followed you in a way that reminded you of a puppy, or a mischievous cat, observing you as you tugged on your shoes. “I’m sure I’ll be fine. I can scream really loud.”

“And if they cover your mouth?”

“I bite,” you grinned toothily.

He crooned. “I’ll keep that in mind. You sure you don’t need a ride?”

“I’ll be fine,” you dismissed his uncertainty and double checked your purse as you put it on. “I’ll catch you later.”

“Ah, wait, before you go,” he halted you, reaching out to search through a bowl on the console table pushed up to the wall. After a second or two of digging around, he pulled out a key attached to a ring and held it out to you. “Here, in case nobody’s home when you get back.”

You took it from him and turned it over in your palm, evaluating its untarnished sheen. “Thanks,” you tucked it away safely into a pocket in your purse. “Is it new?”

“Just a spare,” he stuffed his hands into his pockets. “Put it to good use, yeah?”

“Sure,” you agreed.

He patted your head and you scowled at him. “I’ll be awaiting your call for when you need to be rescued.”

You stuck your tongue out at him as you opened the door and stepped out of it. “Dream on.”

His rolling laughter was the last thing you heard as you closed it behind you. The purity of the air awed you again. It was like a medium between you and nature, tickling every one of your senses. There was this certain liberating power in this valley, one that swelled behind your heart and spread out like hot tea on a cold winter morning.

It swirled in your stomach and radiated from your chest in time with your pulse, lulling and salving. Why had you never considered going to the countryside before?

You were a city-hopper, bouncing from metropolitan hellscape to metropolitan hellscape, where the streets of downtown reeked of anything sickly, apartments were expensive to rent, and you only ever felt like a side character.

Restaurants there were always jam-packed, cafés were less of early day respites and more places of palpable depression. The bars were grimy and boozy, ear-piercingly loud and sweltering with the body heat of dozens of people pressed too tightly together, but at least they were good for one thing.

They were good for shutting down your brain. When it got too loud and too full, when the alcohol burned too much and the people were too touchy, that was when you went into autopilot and thrived in the bliss of silence created by the endless droning of the bass vibrating from your feet to your scalp. You hated liquor, just the thought of it made you queasy, but you craved the buzz it gave you back then.

You didn’t have that luxury now, but you didn’t need it. You hadn’t so much as thought about partaking in that vice since moving, actually. Had you known about the kind of life you could find here, you would have ditched the neon streets a long time ago.

The placidity of mostly untouched vegetation and of the tightly knit community provided a different kind of solace, one that distracted you with things far more interesting than paranoia and anxiety-driven overthinking.

You didn’t feel lost here. Not in the metaphorical sense. Literally had yet to be seen. It remained unfamiliar, but your panic had smoothed out from the first steps you had taken off the train. You could breathe without feeling like there were matches being held too close to your lungs, or needles aimed at your heart.

You didn’t hold onto hope, though. The pattern remained the same. Once you got used to this place, you’d hop on the next train and be on your less-than-merry way.

Will I ever stop running? You asked yourself frequently.

Nobody ever answered.

That’s alright. For now, you were okay.

Choosing not to indulge in those ideologies, you followed the curving road back down the incline, noting that the car Ijichi had brought you in was gone. You’d need to find a way to thank him, as well as Granny. You didn’t like being indebted to people, especially if it put you at risk of getting tied down.

Satoru was a different problem entirely, since he was letting you live with him. Chores, rent, maybe another thing or two to keep the score level. You weren’t great on brainstorming ideas on how to return favors, but you’d figure it out. A good walk always helped make the creative juices flow.

You ruminated on who he wanted to introduce you to later, coming up with ideas about what he might be like. Hopefully a counterpart and not a duplicate, you weren’t sure how much you’d be able to handle if that was the case.

If he was friends with Satoru, though, the likelihood of him driving you insane in one way or another was highly likely.

“I bet he’s disgustingly handsome, too,” you muttered cattily under your breath. “I’m gonna see him and the last brain cells I have are gonna explode.”

It didn’t help that you had no idea when you were going to meet this ‘Geto Suguru’. Would you have time to anchor yourself mentally? Would it be today, or a week from now? Could you even prepare at all?

Ugh.

Satoru was right, you thought too much.

As you roamed around, the shrine caught your eye once more, and you stopped to take it in. You hadn’t been to a shrine before – not this kind, anyway. The bigger ones in Tokyo didn’t count. You vaguely remembered how to pray, though you weren’t sure if you should. Paying respects, though, that was fine.

You nibbled on your bottom lip, debating. In the end, it wasn’t a hard choice. You would take any chance to procrastinate and delay facing the disaster awaiting you as much as you could. Except for the bakery Satoru recommended, you were saving that for after you made a plan for your house. You figured you’d want to stress eat afterwards to balm your troubled heart.

Besides, you weren’t sure if you’d have the time to visit after you got started on everything. You had a few days to use up, why not use them to check things out?

The trail leading up to it was easy to find, and though clearly well-traveled and requiring some exertion to traverse, it was clear that it was loved. The flowers on either side of the path were tended to with a compassionate hand, blooming and fragrant. You took a break on several occasions just to sniff a few, admiring them.

Usually, you were picky about flowers.

Most were less redolent and more bitterly pungent for you, such as roses. They were elegant, no doubt, but their scent always bordered on perfume-y in a way that reminded you more of an old folks’ home rather than pleasant and subtle beauty. Generally, florid notes made your face scrunch up like you ate something unexpectedly sour.

These flowers were just right, though. They still had those floral undertones, of course, but presented salubrious and fruity essences atop it. It made you mull over why every other flower you smelled before wasn’t palatable.

Soon, the shrine entrance was in clear view. You traced your finger along the edge of a petal one last time before standing up from your squatting position and making your way over to it. The tower itself was mostly vertical in terms of size, decently small in contrast to the typically larger ones scattered about Japan, but it fit in perfectly with everything else here.

There were two stone benches on either side of the archway leading in, pressed up to the sturdy cobblestone foundation, and lanterns situated at the corners of both, reminding you of a few animated movies with similar designs you’d seen in the past. They were slightly shaded, turned a few degrees away from the sun, and you imagined it would be nice to read there and watch the sun fall asleep beyond the horizon.

The doors were open, guarded by dog-like statues, a bit crudely carved out. Satoru had mentioned it was a shrine dedicated to the wolves that used to roam the mountains, so the statues were likely meant to resemble them. You were curious about the interior, wanting to see the altar up close, since each place of prayer had their own uniquely made one, but the sight of a person clad in white and red kneeling in front of said altar within had you nixing that idea. You could do it another time.

She must have noticed your approach as her head lifted and she peeked partially over her shoulder. She rose up and rotated to face you, and you withheld your exasperation.

Right, this was just fucking ridiculous now, what the fuck.

Why was there another criminally attractive person in this godsforsaken valley? You got scammed, you wanted your money back. Everyone here was so out of your league, you felt like the dog that caught the baseball bat after it’s thrown rather than a player in the game. What, was there going to be an additional good-looking person, ready to knock the wind out of you?

Probably Geto.

If any of these people told you to get down on your knees and bark, you would have without question.

Seriously, why?

You should have been relishing existing in the presence of so many charming folks, but in reality, it just made you feel self conscious.

“Hello,” she greeted as she walked over to you, bringing you out of your internal raging monologue. “May I help you?”

“Oh,” you fluttered your lashes and stammered minutely, trying to recollect yourself. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to distract you. I just wanted to see the shrine.”

The shrine maiden’s lips tilted up politely. “You’re fine, don’t worry. Are you a tourist?”

“No,” you fidgeted with your thumb and index finger on your right hand. “I moved here recently. I’m checking around to get more acquainted with the area.”

Her brows rose a millimeter short of being comical. “Really? That’s surprising. Did one of the villagers leave that I didn’t know of?”

“Also no. I bought the house on the outskirts, uhh,” you twisted to scan behind you and pointed in the general direction of it. “That way.”

“That house? I thought they’d torn it down a long time ago. Why that one?”

You lowered your arm. “It was cheap. Gave me an excuse to move here properly.”

“I hope you’re not staying there, it’s dangerous,” she frowned, using a stern yet caring voice.

“I’m staying with Gojo Satoru while I fix it up.”

Immediately, the woman’s face twisted into a sneer of repulsion. Scorn shadowed over her honey-brown eyes, causing yours to widen as hers narrowed. “Run away while you still can,” she told you firmly.

Well, that’s not worrisome at all.

What the hell did he do to her?

“What? Why?” Your brows furrowed.

She sighed as if the mere mention of Gojo had stripped a few years off her lifespan. “He’s the devil in disguise.”

Was anyone ever going to give you a straight answer about him? “Did he…do something?”

Her scorn turned to ire and agitation in a snap. “He’s so obnoxious! And arrogant, I can’t stand to be around him, he pisses me off to no end,” she downright snarled, heat rising to her cheeks from her anger. “He acts all high and mighty when he’s just a spoiled brat that refuses to respect his elders!”

“Oh–”

“Me!” She pointed harshly at herself. “I’m his elder! Well, I mean, not the only one, but still! He was raised like a golden child, given everything he wanted. He loooves getting on everyone’s nerves, especially mine. Get away from him or he’ll send you to an early grave, miss.”

You didn’t know what you were expecting when you came to view the shrine, but a rant from a peeved miko definitely wasn’t anywhere on your list of possibilities. His name alone sent her into a tailspin, and you would have regretted it if seeing her go off about the man wasn’t more entertaining than it had any right to be. You did feel bad, but madly interested, too.

“I…see,” you reacted stiltedly, stifling a laugh. “Are you, like, exes or something?”

She gaped at you as if you had informed her of her puppy’s passing. “What? No! Absolutely not! I– how could– never even mention–” She abruptly stopped herself, took a few intensely deep breaths to calm herself, then she was smiling kindly again as if nothing had happened. “Where are my manners? I’m Iori Utahime, a miko. It’s a pleasure to meet you. And you are?”

Left reeling from her unexpected 180 in demeanor, you stuttered out your own name in response, to which she nodded in approval.

“A lovely name. You said you moved here recently? How fun! What brought you to this valley?”

Satoru had several questions to answer for the next time you saw him. If you had a notepad and pen, you would have been writing them down like a P.I., bobbing your head with a solemn face as you asked Iori to recount her history of events.

“I came to study abroad in Tokyo a few years back, and fell in love with the country,” you said. “I’m not big on cities, though, so coming here seemed perfect.”

Maybe you were embellishing your story a bit, but in all fairness, you didn’t know her. Besides, clean slate; you had no story before this, why not paint one now that you had the freedom to?

You weren’t going to whip up some grand tale about how you were this astonishingly intelligent, leading programmer in your country that did impressive work for science (that was your mother), but it didn’t hurt to fib the truth a small amount. The part about studying abroad was true, anyway.

She appraised you with an interested visage. “I see, I see. Where are you originally from?”

Man, people loved asking that, huh?

It’s not like you could blame them, you’d do the same in their place. You were a foreigner, they were going to treat you like one.

“Ah,” you told her of your place of origin. “It’s nothing special. I mostly traveled.”

“Oh? How did you make money?”

“Freelance,” you answered. “Odd jobs here and there, enough to keep myself afloat. Have you traveled before, Iori-san?”

You could see the overjoyed spark in her eyes that someone was finally respecting her. “Only within the country,” she responded, somewhat somber. “I’ve always wanted to see what it’s like outside Japan.”

You tilted your head back to see the sky and think of suggestions. What do the stars look like here? “Depends on where you go. Some places are very packed and have lots of things to do no matter where you go, like Europe. Other places are more sparse, like the States.”

“But the States have more people,” the woman pointed out.

“Yeah,” you confirmed, “but that country is massive and people there tend to group into major cities, rather than be spread out. California is technically bigger than the entirety of Japan, but has way less people.”

Her eyes bulged in surprise. “Really?”

“Yep. It’s why you might hear Westerners say ‘there’s nothing to do here’,” you glanced at the structure behind her. “You guys revere wolves here, right?”

Utahime clapped her hands twice eagerly. “That’s correct! How’d you know?”

Based on her reaction to you merely mentioning Satoru, you figured it’d be best if you didn’t tell her the source of your information. “I’ve heard about it. I was curious, I haven’t been to a smaller shrine like this one before. Only the bigger ones in Tokyo, but those were part of my assignments, rather than for leisure.”

“Oh, it’s not much,” she espied at it from over her shoulder, but you could see the pride in her eyes. It was well taken care of, with love and chariness. It easily passed off as something constructed more recently, given its meticulous maintenance.

“How long ago was it built?”

“Around the same time the settlers first came here.”

This time, your eyes were the ones that opened wide. It had to have been at least 350 years old in that case, based on a rough estimate. “That far back? Wow, it’s in seriously good shape.”

The woman puffed up her chest. “Though the wolves have long since died out here, we still honor them. They helped us with hunts and allowed this village to thrive when we needed it most. They protected us from cursed spirits, as well. It’s only right we treat them and the bounties they’ve given us with respect.”

Oh, there was that term again: cursed spirits. “Could you tell me more about cursed spirits?”

Enthusiasm bubbled up in her the way it would in a child about to tell their parents about the story they wrote up. She skipped over to one of the stone benches and plopped down onto it, patting the spot beside her. You slid onto it, a chill shooting up your spine from the cold temperature. Being shaded from the sun made the rock gelid, go figure.

“Now! Let’s start from the beginning as we know it,” she cleared her throat and took on the role of a teacher. “The origin of cursed spirits and jujutsu sorcery as a whole is largely unknown. It’s speculated that spirits have lived alongside humanity from the beginning of it, as cursed energy is formed by negative emotions, and cursed energy is what spirits are born from.”

She was very animated when teaching, you noticed. Lots of hand movements, facial expressions, and a bouncy attitude to boot. It made for a very entertaining show, and did well to keep you engaged.

“Curses were invisible to humans. Only a select few could see them, and even fewer could actively interact with them in some way or another,” she continued. “Smaller curses would typically leech off of people without them knowing it, feeding off their bad emotions. Stronger curses, however, could be incredibly powerful. Sometimes to the point of standard weapons being completely useless against them, which is why jujutsu sorcery came to fruition. We needed some way to fight back against the spirits, so we developed a way to do just that by manipulating the natural reserves of cursed energy we had within us.”

Folklore from other countries always captivated you. From the creator of mankind in some Chinese mythos named Nüwa, to the counterpart of the equivalent of Santa in Germany, the origin of Halloween and turnip lanterns – even the oddly terrifying ones without nefarious intentions, like Mari Lwyd.

You adored hearing about legends, stories, and tales passed down through oral and written history over the centuries of life existing in each respective land. To say she had you hooked would be an understatement.

What were curses like? Assuming they were real, of course, and that jujutsu sorcery didn’t follow the same ideology as hanging witches. Were they ugly? Bipedal? Humanoid at all?

“Many natural disasters are blamed on curses, even to this day,” she began lifting her fingers as she counted off a few examples. “Earthquakes, tsunamis, droughts. Pretty much anything you can think of.”

“Were they kinda like demons?”

“Eh,” she tilted her hand side to side a few times. “Yes and no. Depends on who you ask, really. They could be different from demons of hell, or they could be one and the same.”

“I see,” you pinched your chin. “So, where’d they go, then?”

She grasped one of her pigtails, running her fingers through the open and loose portion at the top of it. “Nobody really knows. Some think that sorcerers were able to eradicate them at the source, and died off since they weren’t needed anymore. It could be that the curses have simply lost power due to the progression of mankind, and particularly therapy, though it’s…still kind of taboo. Some claim they’re still around, we just don’t notice because we aren’t able to see any of it.”

Satoru’s words on the matter echoed in your mind. ‘Even if they are real, there's no way they'd beat me.’

You bit your cheek to hold back an unwitting snicker. Leave it up to Satoru to say some brazen shit and have it pop up in your head at random.

“What about you? What do you think?” You asked.

Utahime flicked a piece of invisible dirt off the front of her hakama. “I believe they exist. It’s part of why I’m a miko, and one of the reasons I maintain this shrine. It’s my duty. Curses may not be the same now as they were back then, but that’s no reason for me to slack off. Complacency breeds contempt.”

It was heartwarming, in a way, to see someone still holding onto traditions like these, working to keep her friends, family, and home safe, upholding the rules within and outside places of prayer. You admired her for it.

Not that you would personally want to be a shrine maiden, but you held them in high esteem nonetheless.

“And you?” She peered at you. “Do you believe in the supernatural?”

You closed your eyes for a moment, stretching your legs in front of you and idling back on your hands. “I’m agnostic, neither here nor there. I respect spaces that are considered sacred, I’d rather not get hexed, but I don’t go out of my way to hunt down, let’s say, ghosts.”

“I commend you, many could stand to learn a thing or two from you,” as she spoke, she stood up and brushed off the back of her kosode. “You are good company, though I fear I should get back to work soon.”

“Ah,” you got up as well and bowed to her. “Thank you for sharing your stories with me, Iori-san. I’m sorry for disturbing you.”

She waved her hand. “You didn’t, don’t worry. Come visit me again soon, okay? I’d love to hear stories of your travels as well.”

“Sure,” promised easily, more than content to exchange tales with her. “Stay safe.”

“Likewise,” the noirette disappeared back into the shrine with a final word of parting, leaving you to your devices.

While you didn’t get to see the altar inside, you considered the visit worthwhile, and got a new acquaintance out of it, too. You could come back to check it out another day.

Having burned through all the reasonable amount of procrastination time you allowed yourself, you voyaged back down the path, appreciating the blooms the whole way down the same way you had when you went the other way. You had to ask Utahime if she was the one tending to them next time you saw her.

You were proud to say that you only got lost twice. But you did find the bakery on the way, and memorized where it was once you located the path home. Not bad, not bad at all. You managed to find your way around, and you didn’t need to embarrass yourself by calling Satoru to come to your rescue.

It’s sad how low your standards for happiness had fallen, but you’d take any crumb of serotonin you could find.

You noticed the trip to your house was shorter whenever you actively didn’t want to go there, as if it was a living creature that purposefully made you arrive faster, just so you had to give it attention.

It stood, looming, mocking you. Taunting you, the monstrosity. What an asshole.

The outside matters came first, the less time you had to spend inside, the better. You pulled up the notes app on your phone and began the task of drafting everything you needed to deal with, denoting it as the ‘Outdoor’ section in your native tongue.

Fence, you typed down, scribbling sporadic thoughts as you went. Tear down? Repair? Replace?

You checked the ends and noted that the fence only went back about halfway into your property, leaving the back uncovered. Covers only front. Built like that? Collapsed/removed in the back?

You felt the stalks of yellow-ish green leafage with your palm, the tips reaching your hips. Cut down grass and weeds. You should plant pollinator flowers if the yard was ever cleared out well enough. It’d be nice to have some butterflies and bees around to help everything grow nice and healthy.

You lightly nudged a piece of a busted plant pot with the toe of your shoe. Dispose of broken pots. A slight stumble had you leering down to see a strangely shaped tile. You tilted your head in confusion, then peered up at the edge of the roof, deducing it was a shingle that had fallen off. You stepped further away from the roof, just in case. And fallen & loose shingles.

Rounding the side, you waded through the overgrown flora, poring over the condition of the rundown house’s environment. Remove ivy from walls. Set up trellises. Lattices to form a backyard/patio/garden/thing?

Angling your chin up, you placed your hand over your forehead and assessed the roof. From on the ground, you wouldn’t be able to completely acknowledge the damage done to it over the years it sat untouched, but you were reluctant to climb on it to see first hand. You didn’t have a ladder, for starters, and you liked having unbroken bones and working shins.

Get a ladder.

The back of the estate was in the same condition as everything else. Which is to say, disheartening.

“What’ve I got myself into…” You muttered.

You spotted a narrow garden plot built into the back of the house. Overgrown, yes, but it’d be perfect for planting stuff when you got it all cleared up.

It wasn’t a question of ‘if’, unfortunately. You had no other real choice besides mending what was left in your hands.

You were still miffed at the real estate agent. You likely wouldn’t have purchased this piece of land had you known what was ahead. Or if you were in a better state of mind, honestly, rather than being in the middle of your fight-or-flight phase of living.

“No good dwelling on the past,” you whispered to yourself as you circled back to the front. “Can’t change it now.”

You took a deep, long, full breath, enjoying the fresh and crisp air while you still could. You savored the temperate hints of nature and the clement weather, treating it like it would be your last time experiencing such comfort. You didn’t know if your nostrils (or you) would survive the excursion into hell you were about to go on, so you weren’t risking taking the breeze for granted.

Exhaling all in one big puff, you steeled your shoulders and pushed open your front door, your free hand covering your nose in anticipation. Replace hinges and/or front door.

It managed to punch you in the gut regardless.

New section in your notes open, you got to work typing. The most obvious issues came first, such as the floors, the peeling walls, and exposed boning and pipes. A lot would possibly need to be replaced, such as the counters in the kitchen, cupboards…

Floor rotted(?) and sticky. Wash?

Spackle for holes in walls? New drywall instead?

Check insulation.

Your spirits fell more and more with each additional item of note you wrote onto the list. Could any of this be salvaged? Were you better off tearing it down?

Remove tatami. Replace? Don’t?

Stepping into what you assumed was the master bedroom, you made your way over to the sleeping bag you left behind and cautiously rolled it up, maneuvering around the grime stuck to it, and placed it against a corner. You’d toss it when you got the chance to.

M-bed closet missing doors and shelf.

Seeing the window, you tip-toed to it, hoping to open it to air out the room. Your nose formed bunny lines at the cobwebs littering the sill and edges. While there weren’t any spiders – as far as you could see – you still did not enjoy touching them in the slightest.

Pushing up from the center of the window proved to be futile, the frame wasn’t going to be budging anytime soon.

Windows stuck.

Remove spider webs.

There was litter here and there – torn pieces of paper, a ripped open baggie, fabric – that you decided to leave as is. Along with not having gloves to pry them off the ground, you didn’t have anything to throw them away into. They got to live another day.

Toss out trash.

The shower and bathroom had a cupboard tucked off to the side, but opening it showed the middle platform separating the top and bottom within was crumbly and would break if you put any weight on it. Replace shelf in bathroom cupboard.

The tiles were all fucked up, too. Some were chipped, others were outright broken or missing. Rust had gathered around the tap and drain in the tub, likely from years of having a leaky faucet before it ran out of water to drip.

Clean out rust in bath/pipes. Throw away broken floor tiles. Replace.

You pulled the left handle of the sink faucet and waited for a few seconds to see if the plumbing was functional.

Which was a big, fat no.

Plumbing. Faucets.

Limescale on shower head, wall tiles.

You scrolled through what notes you had already created and chewed on the corner of your bottom lip, thinking of what else you might have needed to write down. You fixated blankly on the wall in front of you as you went over everything, then quickly typed out a few more things.

Electricity.

Check for asbestos, lead in paint.

You figured the tasks you needed to do would pop up as you went along, considering your notes to be a simple skeleton outline. You could jot down other things as needed, and work through them one by one.

Having done as much as possible while staying inside for as long as you could tolerate, you walked back outside and dug around in your purse for the piece of paper Granny had given you, the one with names and numbers of people that could help you in this endeavor.

To say you were beginning to panic would be an understatement. You already bought the damn thing, and doubted you’d be able to resell it and get all your money back. You also didn’t want to subject anyone to repairing the thing when it was both a health hazard and an embarrassment.

You had some reserve money, but it wasn’t a whole lot, so you required that job Granny gave you.

Gojo said you could stay with him for however long you needed, but that was with the expectation that you’d leave once your house was fixed up. Given the village’s size, it was unlikely that you would find another place within it to live in, even after saving up some money working for Granny. You didn’t want to piggy-back off anyone and be an imposition; the only reason you felt less guilty about staying with the moon-haired idiot was due to the sheer amount of space he had in his mansion.

You were swiftly running out of options.

Your lips paled as you pressed them tightly together, trying to wrack your mind for ideas. You couldn’t sell it, and you didn’t want to deal with the humiliation of having strangers work for you. In such a small town, word spread like fire on a dry wick. Who knows what they would say about you?

Realistically, it wasn’t your fault, you knew this. The house hadn’t been built under your name and, hell, was likely older than you by at least a decade or two. It didn’t fall to ruin because of you, but you were the owner of this house now, the responsibility rested on your shoulders.

You read through the list of handymen under your thumb, the paper shaking slightly from the death grip you had on it.

Repairing it on your own was technically an option, but you would be basically begging for severe injuries or even death by attempting that. You wouldn’t even know where to start. Foundation? Floors? Structure? Roof? You didn’t fucking know how to do any of that shit!

…Or you could just burn the damn eyesore to the ground ‘til there was naught but ashes left.

No, that was a stupid idea, but you were out of any good ones.

The thought you had previously of tearing it down and buying a garden shed to reside in was feeling more and more tempting by the hour. It was unreasonable, you knew, you simply…didn’t know what you were supposed to do.

You were used to doing things alone. You relied solely on yourself, trusted only your own words and intentions. Letting people in was not something you did for many reasons. Maybe you did crave closeness and camaraderie at some point in the distant past, but the concept was out of the question entirely now. It made uncomfortable butterflies sit heavy in your stomach, the urge to vanish into the treelines and never be seen again increasing with each extraneous person you invited into your life.

You sighed. “I should have just moved into the woods and turned into a witch,” you grumbled low, then scoffed sardonically. “Right, as if I wouldn’t accidentally poison myself with a weird mushroom on day three and die a horrible, painful, slow death.”

The two lists you had remained in your somewhat reluctant hands. You knew you were way in over your head, and you’d probably unintentionally curse the house sooner than you managed to make a positive change, but…you weren’t used to asking for help. Always the type to manage shit on your own, get things done yourself, be independent. Could you really be faulted for having a hard time reaching out to anyone else?

Especially since you hadn’t even met any of them yet. That would be disconcerting, asking folks you’d never seen – let alone spoken to – before to work for you.

Your phone singed your fingers. You did know someone, and knew that he was just a phone call away, but did you really want to deal with him of all people? He would take this chance to rub it all in your face and then some.

You carefully weighed your choices.

Rebuild the house yourself with no former experience with anything beyond shitty popsicle stick bird huts.

Call someone on the list, explain your situation, and ask for help.

Call the prick.

…By the gods, you really hated making calls to people you didn’t know.

Shamefully carping to yourself, you dialed Satoru’s number, trying to ignore the contact name he had set up for himself. It was so glitzy, the ✨❤️ Satoru ❤️✨ sitting at the top of the call screen making you stifle a short laugh, ironically lifting your spirits. “Here goes nothing…”

He answered within three rings. “Yo, been a while, princess” Satoru purred as if you hadn’t seen him that morning, and you rolled your eyes, despite not being there in person for him to see.

“You greet every girl like that?”

“Nope, just you,” you could hear his grin. “Whatcha need?”

Now came the part where you set aside your pride and voiced what you very much did not want to. Again. You’d known this man for barely 24 hours and he already had several wins over you. In…whatever game you decided you were losing. “Look, I…I need your help.”

“Oho? What’s this? Is the princess finally admitting how much she misses me?”

Smug dick.

“I did not say that,” you immediately berated him.

He simply hummed, unaffected. “Same thing.”

You ran your hand down your face, already exasperated just 30 seconds into the call. “You– ugh, just, can you help me or not?”

“Depends on what you need, sugar plum. Did ya get lost already?”

This man was going to be the cause of your madness. The bridge of your nose ached where you pinched it. “Granny gave me a list of people to call to help me with my house and I really don’t want to call any of them.”

“Then don’t.”

“And, what, do everything by myself?”

You could envision him shrugging. “Why not? I could help you.”

“Satoru, I trust a wild forest fire more than I trust you with a hammer.”

“Ouch,” he sucked air through his teeth, faux whimpering. “You’re such a bully. Fine, I’ll help you with contacting everyone.”

Oh, that took less fighting and groveling than you expected. You exhaled in relief. “Thank you–”

“On,” he interrupted you, “one condition.”

There it is.

Your skin began to sting as you dug your nails harder into it, leaving curved indents between your eyes. “Y’know what, I think I’ll be fine–”

“Ah-ah-ah, hang on a second there, pretty girl. Hear me out.”

Conceding, you sighed and urged him to make his request. “Fine, what is it?”

"Cook something for me,” he requested. “Consider it evening the score.”

Your face scrunched up into a question mark. “Wait, that’s it?

“What, do you want it to be more?”

“No, no, I can do that,” you quickly declined, biting on the edge of your thumbnail as you tried to think of something to prepare for him. “Do you have any preferences?”

“Sweets.”

Sweet stuff. Okay, you could work with that. You could bake some pretty killer macarons. You didn't know what ingredients he had at home, or how to operate his oven, but you'd just figure it out, right?

“Alright, I can do that,” you answered.

“We have a deal, then?”

You took a moment to consider. You could back out, but your introverted personality made that notion null. It was only baking, too, rather than the ghastly demand you were expecting him to make. Baking it is. “Deal.”

“Great! We’ll be over in a flash!~”

“Okay–” wait. “‘We’–?”

He hung up before you could ask. You groaned and contemplated smashing your phone against the ground, but decided against it. You needed the thing, unfortunately.

Since you had to wait for however long, you chose to add in some thoughts to what you’d already written down, brainstorming how you wanted to proceed. It was difficult to tell at this stage, before you started on anything. But you could pick out what you might want to plant; flowers, vegetables, a fruit tree or two. So what if you were fantasizing? It helped keep you calm. Escapism was a valid coping mechanism.

It was too hard to picture anything given the state of the house, though. You’d need to snip down the field first and go from there, when you could see everything clearly.

How much did contractor services cost in Japan? What about the people Granny knew, how much did they charge? What kind of services did they provide? Your toe tapped repeatedly as you stepped outside your fence, trying not to pace.

Would you need one, or multiple? Were you going to have to get materials from the nearby city by yourself, or would they do that? If the former, how?

“I need an adult,” you lamented, your shoulders slouching and arms folding over your chest. “I wanna die. I’m not mature enough for this shit.”

You recalled what your mother told you often when you were younger: ‘not everything at once.’

Easier said than done. Sleep on it, one step at a time, break it down into shorter tasks, nothing was taking the edge off your stress.

“I’ll just start with the grass,” you muttered, eventually succumbing to the need to pace. “I have to start somewhere, and I’ll need to get rid of that before anything else can be done. Oh, but, fuck, there’s so much of it…not to mention debris, rocks…do they still make scythes? Can’t launch a pebble with a scythe. No, wait, that’d be so much more effort and take more time…”

A flicker of alabaster down the road caught your eye, halting your hurried back-and-forth roving and hushed bleating.

Satoru was always easy to spot from a distance. It was hard not to see him when his hair redirected the sun like a mirror, blinding anyone who saw him from the wrong angle. He was the angel on your shoulder with the personality of the devil, urging you to dive into your most heinous and blasphemous thoughts. The light bouncing off his head created a glowing aura around it, resembling a silver halo, further pushing that deceptive angel motif.

Would the halo turn gold in the light of the crimson rays of fading day?

You uncrossed your arms, ready to greet him, only to notice the man beside him. They were conversing, and the latter must have said something funny, as the former guffawed hysterically. It echoed off the mountains on either side of the valley, reaching you with no concern for distance.

Did such bellows reach across the entire settlement, or was it localized, feeling louder than it actually was due to an echo chamber effect?

Gojo’s cachinnation dissipated when the pair were close enough to you, at which point he waved his hand high in the air to greet you avidly, like you weren’t only 20 feet from them.

“Hey! Didn’t keep ya waitin’ too long, did we?”

Truthfully, the fifteen or so minutes you had been waiting for them had gone by in a flash when you were so deeply buried in your spiraling thoughts while remembering dumb shit sprinkled into your internal ranting. The only evidence of your anticipation for their arrival being the barely present ache in your heels from where you rested most of your weight on them.

“This one's Geto Suguru,” Gojo introduced the noiret by his side, nipping your overthinking at the bud.

At last, your full attention was guided to him.

Oh.

Oh. That was a mistake.

‘This one’ was breathtaking.

His midnight hair caught the sunlight in a scintillating iridescence that shifted between the deepest phthalo blue you’d ever seen and a mesmerizing sheen of violet when the light caught it just right, like the feathers of a raven. It struck you how glossy and luxuriously silky it was, and you wanted to pull it out of the high bun he kept it in to run your fingers through it endlessly. That one loose section of his bangs that hovered over his eye was just so cute, your digits itched to tug on it.

And, speaking of, those eyes.

Sharp enough to cut diamonds and make you stand straighter. Heat rose to your cheeks as he observed you, head cocked to the side with a smooth and sweet smile that absolutely melted your insides like soft-serve ice cream, lily-livered and defenseless against the blazing sun incarnate in the form of a man.

They were dark, yet warm; a rich chocolate in hue that you could swear had flecks of gold within and rings of wisteria coiling around his abyssal pupils.

He was tall and foreboding, just like Satoru, but in a completely different fashion. He was the radiant Sol, pacifying and precious heat licking at your skin, soothing away the frostbite of winters long past.

Beside him stood the Moon, reflective and brilliant and so goddamn cocky that it made your cheeks hurt – whether from biting the insides of them to hide back a smile, or to prevent yourself from smacking that shameless attitude out of him, you didn’t know. It didn’t matter.

Satoru’s pearly locks contrasted sharply with Suguru’s obsidian lace, providing a striking visual. These godly beings towered over you, imposing and otherworldly and too good to be true, yet you knew your imagination could never come up with men like them.

And you?

You poor, dear, sweet, dumb little lamb. A pathetic speck caught in the gravity they created. Two black holes, eager to suck you in and rip you to shreds, and you were tempted to let them, practically falling into them without their overwhelming influence affecting you.

Their presence, their power, their very existence that demanded you drop to your knees to worship and beg like the tragic whore you were dominated your consciousness, filling it with fantasies you hadn’t experienced in…gods, ever. Nobody exuded the same aura they did, nobody made you weak-kneed and left you aching between your thighs, not like this. They created a desire in you that you wanted to have fulfilled – needed, even.

The pop of your knuckle in your fist that you had subconsciously created managed to snap you from your revere and back into the present, reminding you that, perhaps, you should do something, rather than drool like an idiot.

You’ve gone fucking crazy. That was it, the last straw, the last hauntingly magnificent person. Why, oh, why did you move here?

With no small amount of embarrassment at the realization that your panties were a bit more damp than they were a minute ago, you clenched your jaw hard enough to anchor yourself, and made a mental note to get rid of the problem between your legs as soon as you were alone and could succumb to the pleasure, the yearning, you hadn’t experienced in ages.

As well as pretend it wasn’t caused by them, the iconic duo that had you in a mental fit.

Hoping you hadn’t made a total fool of yourself, you turned and bowed respectfully, saying your name in return as you stared at the ground in an attempt to clear your mind of the filth it created on its own, unprompted. “It's a pleasure to meet you, Geto-san.”

Suguru studied you for a few seconds (don’t look at me like that, please, I’m begging you, spare me), then faced the male beside him with an amused expression. “Are you sure this is the same girl you were telling me about? The brat?”

Oh, heavens, that voice.

Fire exploded across your cheeks and pooled deep in the lower pits of your stomach when you heard him say that word; enunciate it clearly, croon it in that damned tone that had electricity jolting up your spine.

Not now, slut. Focus.

It was significantly easier to ignore the unholy fantasies plaguing your sanity when you centered all that pent up energy into being annoyed at Satoru, questioning your already questionable friendship when you learned of what he called you in private. Your eyes narrowed into an icy glare, primed and deadly. To your agitation and further chagrin, he only smirked boyishly at you.

“That’s the one,” he replied with a widening grin as he tucked his hands into the pockets of his pants.

“She's far too polite,” Geto countered.

Satoru snorted. “Trust me, she's a spitfire.”

“Is that so…” The onyx-haired man bent down to come closer to your face, and your breath hitched in your throat, refusing to come out properly. His scent embraced you. Mild, pleasant, like warm chai and jasmine, making your muscles instinctively loosen.

His eyes softened into closed curves as he beamed at you. You really hoped he couldn't read your mind. There was nothing holy or sane in there.

“Your name is lovely as is,” he murmured as his voice lowered into a roguish octave, “but I think I have a better one in mind.”

“W-What?” Your own vocal cords strained just to get the one word out in a wimpy squeak, and of course you just had to stutter. Whereas the air Satoru emitted naturally made you want to tackle him to the ground, Suguru’s wrapped around you like wisps of incense smoke, soothing and gently demanding your obsession with its fragrance. It inexplicably made you want to thaw into a puddle, to give him your full and undivided focus.

His canines peeked through from the way his lips curled further, entertained by your sudden timidness. He remained quiet, merely viewing your reactions as he lifted a hand to loop a strand of your hair around his finger and by the gods, don’t look at his fingers and how long and big they are and how perfect they’d feel–

“Angel,” the man said, practically cooing it at you.

You stifled a croak, verbally cuffed out of your totally, positively, very wholesome thoughts. “What?”

If you could die from embarrassment and be let out of this hell hole, you’d keel over on the spot when he simpered. “Angel,” he so graciously repeated for you. “I believe it suits you quite well. Wouldn’t you say so, Satoru?”

Satoru was having the time of his life, you were sure of it. You could feel him staring into you, see that stupid sexy fucking smile on his face from the corner of your eye as he teased you and, shit, why were you in the middle of this? Had you committed some heinous sin? Was this your punishment?

“I don’t know,” he hummed in deliberation. “I prefer bunny. Or mochi.”

“Mochi?” You and Suguru questioned at the same time, swiveling to regard the alabaster man.

Gojo nodded. “Small, probably tastes sweet, squishy.”

“Squishy?” You gaped incredulously, relocating your befuddled scrutiny to Geto when he burst out into laughter.

“I can see it,” Suguru coincided, earning himself a pretty nasty glare, too.

You groaned and tilted your face up, pleading with the sky to give you strength. “Don’t you start, too. One Satoru is enough, thanks.”

He hummed and smirked, something mischievous twinkling in his eyes. You didn't like that countenance. Not one bit. “Well, it’s a pleasure to meet you, too,” he bowed his head towards you, changing the subject. Thank fuck. “You moved here recently, yes?”

“Yeah,” you affirmed, molling the racing of your heart that was just a few beats short of being uncomfortable. “Technically the night before yesterday.”

“You had a safe trip, then, I hope?”

You sent the stone stepping path partially hidden by the overgrown grass a particularly scathing grimace. “I almost ate shit and died on my own porch, but I did, yes.”

His husky laugh was messing up your insides. “Glad you’re in one piece. It was the stepping stones, wasn’t it?”

“Yes, oh, my god. They’re out to kill me, I swear.”

“They’ve gotten me a couple times, too. It’s good to see this house will finally be getting some love.”

“I think you’re the only person that’s been positive about this so far,” you scratched your cheek with your index finger. “Everyone else has told me it’s grossly dangerous. Wish I’d known that before I skimped out on finding a place to stay for the first night…”

Suguru’s browline furrowed in disquietude. “You slept in there?”

You exhaled harshly and hung your head. “Don’t remind me.”

“You aren’t feeling sick, are you?”

You shook your head and patted his arm reassuringly. “No, just humiliated.”

His expression relaxed, the hardness in his deep maroon eyes tempering. “That’s good. If you do feel ill, don’t brush it off. Excess activity can worsen your health and prolong sicknesses.”

Aww, a mother hen? He was in your good books now, you felt all fluffy, being cared for by him. “I’ll keep that in mind, thank you.”

Satoru pushed his way between you two, resting one arm on Suguru’s shoulder and the other on your head, coveting your attention. “So, what’s the plan, mochi?”

“Good question,” you said.

There was a brief pause, as if you were all waiting for someone else to speak, before he leaned down towards you. “Well?”

“What?”

“The plan? What’s the plan?” He lifted a brow.

“Oh,” you darted your eyes between them. “Oh, no, I don’t have one. I just said it’s a good question.”

Suguru frowned. “Nothing at all?”

You pulled up your notes app and scrolled through it. “I guess cut the lawn, and call up the folks on Granny’s list for starters.”

“Can I see her list?”

“Mm,” you held out the paper to him, cringing when you saw how your fingers wrinkled the corner of it out of stress.

A crease in his forehead formed, deepening the more names he read, making you nervous. On top of how nervous you were already feeling. You were nervous-squared now.

“What is it?” You asked.

“It’s nothing. Just…I don’t think any of these guys will have enough free time to help you out. Not for a while, anyway,” he returned the sheet to you. “However, I grew up assisting them, so I know a thing or two. Mind if I go inside?”

Well, if that wasn’t soul crushing. “If you have a gas mask, go ahead. The smell inside could knock out a grown man. I don’t want to trouble you, though.”

“It’s no trouble at all. I’ve been needing something to do these days, this could be the perfect excuse for me,” he assured you. “I’ll be quick.”

“Oh– hang on, there might be asbestos in there,” you warned.

“There isn’t,” he assured confidently.

Satoru narrowed his eyes. “How do you know? Huh? Were you there when this house was built? Didn’t think so.”

Suguru leveled him with a vacant lour. “Asbestos wasn’t used in the construction of any houses here. Besides being expensive to import, our village was constructed with traditional methods. This building was Western inspired, but it wasn’t built with Western methods.”

You crossed your arms over your chest, nervously picking at a spot on your forearm. “Who built it?”

“From what I know, it was someone from either Kobe or Osaka that visited a state in America on vacation and fell in love with the architecture. First thing they did when they came back was buy this plot of land and build an imitation house on it,” he answered.

“Why’d they leave?”

He raised a hand, then dropped it in a half-shrug. “Any number of reasons. Some of the older folks say that their spouse fell ill, and they had to return to the city. My mom says they moved out because they got sick of driving an hour and a half one way to get to work every day. Dad says their sister gave birth and they had to return and assist her since she worked full time. Who knows.”

“Eh?” Satoru’s expression twisted into one of confusion. “I thought the owner just died or something. Hence why the house is haunted.”

“The house isn’t haunted, Satoru. Don’t scare her.”

You cracked your knuckles one-by-one. “If it is haunted, I’m gonna give that realtor hell. He promised it wasn’t. He also promised it hadn’t been touched in only ten years, so he’s already on my list,” you growled, then deflated and wilted. “I suppose I’m not in any rush, I’ll need to save up anyway. I’m bumming off Satoru for now, but I don’t wanna prolong that.”

“I already told you,” he patted your upper back. “Stay as long as you need.”

“Thanks, Satoru. I really owe you,” you said. I hate owing people. “Oh– be careful, Geto-san.”

He gave a pacifying hand wave as he pushed past your open gate, heading towards your house. Satoru hopped up and hurried after him. “Oi, wait up! I wanna see, too!”

“Satoru, you’ve already been in there before,” Suguru reminded him as you followed them about halfway, wanting to steer clear of the inside for a while.

Satoru twisted the door knob and pushed inwards. “Yeah, when we were kids. Imagine how much it’s changed!”

“I doubt it’s changed much,” their voices grew muffled and eventually silent to you as they disappeared into your home.

You began counting in your head. If they were gone for more than two minutes, you were going to assume they died. Then you could officially label the house as haunted and hunt that realtor’s ass down. After you set up a prayer altar for the boys who so bravely sacrificed their lives for you, obviously, they deserved that at the very least.

You’d have to check with the villagers to see if either of them practiced any particular faith to ensure you provided the correct funeral services for them, and to know if you needed to follow any specific spiritual rules when it came to the deceased.

Should you leave their bodies in there? Probably not, no, but it wasn’t going to be you fishing them out. You were tiny compared to them, you wouldn’t be able to drag them out yourself, even if you wanted to and tried really hard.

Your peculiar funeral fantasies were cut off when Suguru came back outside, still very much alive and well – from what you could tell.

“You lived,” you congratulated him.

“That I did,” he affirmed and stopped beside you, turning to face the house as his arms folded neatly.

“Is he still alive?”

“Last I checked, he was. I’m surprised he didn’t leave as soon as he went in. I think he’s trying to out-man me and impress you,” he teased, making you laugh.

Out came Satoru right then, dusting his hands off, acting like he did anything more than recce. “Alright, I’ve got good news and bad news. Which d’ya want first?”

“Good news,” you requested apprehensively.

He clapped his palms together. “Good news, the interior condition isn’t as bad as it seems.”

Well, that was good news. But you were wary to celebrate. “And the bad news…?”

“There are, indeed, a shit ton of spiders.”

You squealed, racing to hide behind Suguru’s tall frame. The man himself chuckled at your reaction, his arms still crossed over his chest as he tilted his head back to peer at you from over his shoulder, way too relaxed for the situation. “Not a fan of spiders?”

“Fuck no!” You cried out, clutching the back of his shirt in tight fists as you buried your face against his spine. “Fuck that! Burn the damn thing down!”

Gojo grinned darkly, eyes lighting up with mischief. “All you had to say, princess.”

The noiret (the only reasonable one among you) sighed and shook his head. “No, we’re not burning her house down.”

“Boo,” Satoru whined. “You’re no fun.”

“You aren't afraid of spiders?” You peeked around Suguru's arm to leer up at him, still using him as your shield.

“Nope.”

“You monster,” you hissed.

His best friend snorted. “Look on the bright side. It means he can get rid of spiders for you.”

You paused to consider his words, squinting up at the poised man you hadn’t let go of.

“Okay, nevermind, I take it back,” you declared, doing a complete flip in behavior, “you're my god, now, Geto-san.”

He showed you that shut-eyes smile that had hummingbirds dancing the tango in your stomach. “Don��t worry, angel. I’ll protect you.”

Blush dusted your cheeks at his pledge and you averted your eyes. Having either of them in your field of view for too long was not good for your heart.

Satoru wouldn’t be Satoru if he didn’t go and embarrass you further. “Aww, she’s blushing!”

“I am not!” You barked back.

“I think it’s cute,” Geto’s cheek dimpled and you were flashbanged by the faces of not one, but two ethereal beings.

Mama, you thought, if you can hear me, send help. I don’t think I’m making it out of this one.

You gulped, the noise far too loud in your ears, and tried to subtly cover your face with your hand to retain some dignity while releasing Suguru’s shirt from your death grip. “A-Anyways, uh…should probably start calling people.”

“I’ll handle the calls,” Suguru announced, already pulling out his phone and dialing numbers. “I know these guys well. I’ll try to work something out with them.”

“Oh, you really don’t–” and there he went. You knew you asked for help, but you felt bad inconveniencing Suguru. Satoru, not so much.

“What’d I say about worrying?” Speak of the devil, the milk-haired boy bent down to your height and nudged his pointer finger between your brows. “Relaaaax, princess. It’ll work out.”

You worried your bottom lip as you watched the other man chatting some distance away. Detaching yourself from your perpetual anxiety was…difficult, to describe it in the least amount of words possible. Your guard was stuck to you, pinned, screwed, and soldered into place over time. Letting it go meant undoing years of work.

It was there to shield you. You needed it to hold your untempered heart and keep it safe. If it got hurt, you weren’t sure you knew how to recover.

But you weren’t really letting them in by allowing them to help you, right?

Yet, as you sized up the small incline and the shack falling apart on top of it, you couldn’t shake the impression that the world was about to tilt on its axis. The tides were receding, tectonic pressure was increasing, the winds were stirring, and you were in the middle of it all. Mama, you reached out one last time. I think it’s too late.

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wonysugar · 6 months

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it’s so over for me…. ch. 21

a date!! no shivers

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you stared at her latest message, “only if you want it to be<3” before scoffing.

ugh. who does the fuck she think she is?? making you giggle like an idiot like that.. embarrassing, really..

upon sending your latest message, the one containing your dorm number, you immediately threw your phone on the bed and rushed to your closet, already thinking of a possible outfit. this exact sequence of actions gave you very vivid flashbacks of the night of the party, which made you scoff.

cause, yknow, that was the same night that an intoxicated aeri was tongue deep inside you.

that really wasn’t relevant at the moment, what especially mattered was the amount of bomb ass ice cream you were gonna eat later,

with a very sober aeri.

you giggled as you looked into your closet, smiled wider when you thought of a potential cute outfit (thanks to that one trip to h&m), grabbed the necessary clothing for it, and quickly got dressed, enthusiasm and excitement definitely showing through the speed of your actions.

after getting (very nicely) dressed, you patiently waited for an indicator that aeri was here. thankfully, it didn’t take long at all for her to show up and be at your door, the sudden sound of the doorbell getting you even more excited about the ‘date’ in question.

“hey whore.” she said, wearing a wide grin, so wide that it made her look stupid.

“hey slut.” you said back, grinning just as much as she was, because you apparently didn’t mind looking stupid, either.

she stood there, stared at your outfit with a dorky smile, then subconsciously, slightly, nodded her head at the sight. i mean, you dressed up for her, she’d be crazy not to notice that. what she didn’t notice, though, was that she was staring for a bit longer than she intended to. you internally laughed, god she really was a dork.

in response to her staring, you teased, “didn’t think i could wear cute clothes, huh?”

snapped out of her trance, “yeah.. y-yeah, nice to see you at least have some fashion sense.” she nervously giggled, attempting to seem just as rude as she always is, stepping aside from the doorframe, leaving you space to leave your dorm. “anywaysss uh– after you.” she added, avoiding your gaze.

you could’ve sworn you saw a tint of red on her face, she was blushing at least a little bit, you were certain of it.

with a grin, you walked out of the room, the action followed by the sound of her gently closing your door, her rhythmic footsteps so loud, so loud that they were practically resonating in the hall.

or was that your heartbeat? you really couldn’t tell.

“yeah so then i was like… ohhh my god like please shut up and just let me copy your homework, like it’s really not that deep, you know?” she explained, sitting on the driver’s seat of her fancy car with you, by her side, as she took occasional licks from her very basic, very vanilla ice cream. you, on the other hand, were already done with your food, and waited for her to finish.

you nodded, “so you were the exact same in high school. you never change, huh?” endlessly teasing her as she laughed with you.

“basically, yeah. it’s in my blood.”

“you know, if i was your classmate in high school, i would’ve let you copy any sort of homework you asked for.” you said, trying to get another one of her flustered reactions out of her. which very much worked, as per usual, considering she quickly stumbled on her words and slightly fidgeted with her hands. it was a thing she did whenever she got nervous.

oh it was so fun seeing her like this.

“oh if i did ask you it’d be a way of flirting, probably— anyways uh!! so like i was saying–”

you smiled warmly as you listened to her every word, looking at her eyes, her lips, the structure of it all, her whole face in general. you even watched her body language, the way she paid close attention to not breaking her nails whenever she did any sort of movement, the way that, despite that, she’d still dig them into her fingers whenever she fidgeted with her hands.

god she was really cute. the best way you could describe it is… yknow– if a loser girl randomly woke up in the body of a super attractive mean girl one day and asked no questions, just quickly took advantage of the fact that pretty privilege existed and did whatever she wanted? yeah, that was her.

that was aeri uchinaga.

she was a huge bitch, yeah, but once you got to actually know her? once she let you see what was behind that ‘bad bitch’ facade she always seemed to have, she was a sweetheart. for example, she definitely didn’t want you to notice, but she got you five extra napkins and asked for extra sprinkles when she ordered your ice cream; but you did, you did notice.

in other words, she was a softie, she just didn’t wanna show it.

you’d get it out of her one day, though! you were determined.

“–like i get reading books, but if you seriously expect me to read planet of the apes and enjoy it enough to answer stupid fucking study guide questions about it, you need to be locked up as soon as possible?? like, how is someone as sick and twisted as yo–”

“wait, books??” you quickly exclaimed, your selective hearing really coming through on this one

she sighed, “yes, y/n, books. were you even listeni–”

“oh aeri i love books!”

oh there you go.

“i don’t think you read much but god, reading is so fun! especially romance books and especiallyyy sapphic books!” you added, rambling, on and on, as she listened to you, on and on.

“okay– well…” she quickly cut you off before you continued, you stopped, worrying that you might’ve talked too much. you truly never shut up about your interests, particularly books.

“ugh okay– hate to admit that you’re right but yeah no i don’t– i don’t read. so do you have like.. any recommendations? like, what a beginner should read and shit?”

oh my god.

oh my god?

is it too early to propose??

“aeri, you really didn’t have to get me a&w, you know that?” you stated, holding onto the bag of junkfood before settling it down on the drawer next to the door.

“we drove around for like 2 hours y/n, i’m not making you go back home on an empty stomach, i’m not a man.” she joked around, smirking and leaning into the frame as you giggled at her words, mentally high fiving herself for making you laugh at one of her jokes.

“well, it’s not like i can eat this whole thing alone.” you muttered, making her eyes perk up at you.

“h-huh, what do you mean, do you not have a big appetite?”

you smiled, she really was clueless,

“i’m asking you if you can stay the night, aeri.”

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glorious-sunset · 3 months

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Reflections on Ep. 5 of LBFAD on rewatch

Arbiter Hall, Day 4: DongFang QingCang (DFQC), after a torturous morning collecting dew drop by drop for Xiao Lanhua (XLH), finds her and the plant spirits gleefully celebrating his departure!! He has many enemies who scheme behind his back and want to kill him, is aware of Shiyuntian’s unflattering propaganda around him, and never gave these insults a second thought. But when XLH says that “even the air becomes clearer” without him around, it is like a sharp stab to his gut. When even the thoughts of the mightiest kings don’t bother him, why should the words of an inconsequential little flower?

XLH’s relief at his disappearance soon turns to sadness and worry. She misses Da Qiang terribly, and wonders if he is back at Haotian Tower. She knows he had been imprisoned for tens of thousands of years – how much longer would he have to stay if he went back? He is a good man and doesn’t deserve it. The plant spirits go to sleep and she feels bereft – until DFQC presents her with her morning dew! He looks more breathtakingly handsome than ever in a new set of robes and smells intoxicating from his fragranced bath.

DFQC tries hard to be patient with her requests to make the dew more palatable. When he blows on it to cool it down, it reminds her of her master Siming blowing on her porridge when she is sick. Since Siming left, nobody ever lifted a finger to care for her until now. Da Qiang promises to collect dew for her every day from now on – but how can she accept his kindness? Her heart belongs to Changheng (CH) doesn’t it? She is torn.

DFQC overdoes everything that the Xilan scroll suggests in his attempts to heal XLH! The amount of dew he collects is several times the amount she would normally drink, his efforts to keep her warm take him to the volcanic magma of Cangyan Sea, and only the best place will do to see the sunrise – the home of his enemy! :D It would be easier if he took her back to Cangyan Sea, let his medics attend to her, and retrieved his Jade Ring to block her emotions. He could then coerce her to fix the destiny leaf without emotional fallout. But the scroll said that the roots of the Xilan holy plant should not be moved except on particular days.

Yunzhong Water Pavillion: Yunzhong admonishes CH for ignoring his arranged marriage to the Goddess and for keeping another woman’s handkerchief. CH is dutifully shamed, discarding the Immortal Pill that he had poured his spirit’s vitality into creating over the last three days for XLH. If only he knew that XLH was actually his fiancée! :D Too funny.

Arbiter Hall: DFQC has been away all day and XLH, worried for his safety, has stayed up long past her usual bedtime to wait for him. When he returns and approaches her in her bedroom late at night, she retreats nervously. His proximity feels dangerous and exciting. He offers her the spark of Eternal Flame from the magma of Cangyan Sea, and is pleased when she recognises it from her books. But how could he have entered such a dangerous and distant place just to keep her warm – what if he had lost his life?!

Fountain Palace: CH reminisces about the momentous day he spent with XLH 500 years ago, which he then wiped from her memory without her consent!! There are many striking parallels between his history with XLH and DFQC’s continuing story with her. XLH did not know the true identity of either CH nor DFQC, but showed kindness to them both simply because of her caring nature. To CH, aggrieved by the attentions of simpering fairies chasing him for his fortune and status, this was the purest form of kindness he ever knew. XLH cured both men with her Xilan magic – for CH, this involved healing his physical wounds. CH appeared to have been mortally wounded and it is possible that she saved his life. For DFQC, she healed the damage to his Tree of Emotions, and mended his relationships with his father and brother. XLH is also the first person to try to protect either of these men, who everyone else relied on to protect them but were never offered care and protection themselves. In ep. 8 she protectively wraps DFQC in her arms in her attempt to save him from CH and his troops. What a woman! CH and DFQC never stood a chance. Also, CH, you are an idiot :D

Arbiter Hall, Day 5: It’s still dark when DFQC enters XLH’s room to take her to see the sunrise. Of course she’s reluctant to get up, lazy creature that she is, but the first rays of the sun are vital to her recuperation. Let’s see, she can’t go dressed in her nightclothes. He creates a soft and feminine lavender gown for her in keeping with her preference for light-coloured clothes, and gorgeous pastel hair accessories to match. Amazing!! We’ve seen him magically change his own clothes in ep. 2 and he does the same for her now. The next thing she knows, they are flying up, up, up, faster than she has ever travelled before and it is scary but exhilarating! Her arms encircle DFQC tightly and she feels safe in his embrace.

The lavender gown that DFQC created is the most beautiful out of all of XLH’s Fairy Realm outfits. The sleeves fall in soft, translucent frills, the bodice is lavender and the skirt is a collage of multiple pastel hues. His impeccable taste in fashion isn’t limited to his own wardrobe! (you can be my fairy godmother any time DFQC! :D ) This dress becomes XLH’s favourite; she wears it for the fairies’ examination in ep. 6 for good luck, and is seen wearing it in two scenes in the LBFAD end credits :D

Yunzhong Water Pavillion: DFQC watches with wicked amusement as XLH, not realising they are concealed by his invisibility cloak, panics at the sight of the heavenly soldiers approaching. They are now physically very comfortable with each other, and she grabs his waist, his arm, his wrist, as she tries to hide behind him and persuade him to leave before even more powerful high celestials arrive and capture them!

DFQC has to admit that the home of his arch-enemy is beautiful. But this reminds him that the Shuiyuntian dictators greedily hoard the best locations for themselves; they determine the class of others based solely on the status they were born into, and not on their personal merits. In Cangyan Sea, anyone can rise in status if they work hard enough and show potential. Shuiyuntian oppresses any member of the Moon Tribe simply because they are labelled as Moon Tribe – no other crime is necessary. In the lead up to the Battle of Two Tribes, Shuiyuntian had been cruelly and unnecessarily using their spirit-vanishing arrow formation (mentioned by his father in ep. 16) against the Moon Tribe, which meant that those they destroyed could never reincarnate and their spirits would never be at peace. The Moon Tribe had had no counter to their genocidal attacks until DFQC learned to control Hellfire.

They teleport to a romantic private balcony bordered with flowers just in time to catch the first rays of the rising sun. It’s the first sunrise XLH has ever seen! She can’t believe how beautiful the view is from the highest point in Shiyuntian! Not even high gods are allowed up here without being summoned by Yunzhong. To her enormous excitement, Cloud Whale, whom she has regularly spoken to over the past thousand years but never seen in person, makes an appearance!! Da Qiang made this possible for her, and she can’t help but love him for it.

Her radiant smile and soft, tender gaze upon him captivates him. From this moment, he is unable to take his eyes off her, and a smile tugs at the corner of his mouth! :D Even the flowers on the balcony bloom in response to XLH’s happiness. Unknowingly, the two of them are by now completely enchanted by each other.

Arbiter Hall: XLH takes the Universe Pill that Jieli gave her, and both she, and DFQC in response, experience excruciating stomach pains (shame on you Jieli! :P ). While DFQC dispels fire energy from her stomach, she tells him that despite being a grouch, he is not a bad person. “Within the three realms, nobody is worse than me!” he declares, followed soon after by “if you feel sad, I feel sad too” :D He roughly pulls a blanket over her on his way out – this small but very significant gesture is not born from the necessity to heal her, but from a new desire within him to care for her. He was trained to be ruthless, nobody taught him how to be kind, but from this point on he is slowly learning how. In ep. 8, he roughly brushes a tear from her cheek, and his small gestures of kindness only continue to become smoother and gentler.

Unfortunately, XLH continues to be sad while missing Siming and the hundred flower soup she used to make for her and DFQC can no longer stand it! His face keeps crying and it is distracting him from his reading!! How hard can it be to make soup? He is not familiar with the kitchen equipment but has some experience with cooking over a campfire. So, he uses his hellfire to create a campfire on the rooftop. Bad idea, as smoke goes everywhere and flowers burn in the cooking pot :D But, XLH is overjoyed at his thoughtful efforts to cheer her up, which are well outside his comfort zone! He reminds her more and more of her master Siming, who was the dearest and most important person to her. All of the flowers in the greenhouse now bloom in response to her joy and affection (only two flowers bloomed for CH, in ep. 1 :P )

Here is a link to my episode 6 review (contains spoilers). All of my LBFAD articles and episode reviews can be viewed with the tag #lbfad reflections (hyperlinked) and the table of contents to these is here.

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alexblakeisgay · 4 months

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Dating App Mishaps (Ch. 3)

Ship: Alex Blake/Reader

Summary: Alex didn't have Tinder by choice...but that doesn't mean it isn't going to come in handy.

Word Count: 1054

Alex hated how Midlife Crisis it all was... She hadn't had sex without anything that didn't require batteries in over a year, hadn't kissed anyone besides James since her early twenties – hadn't even kissed him since before he filed for divorce eight months ago – and here she was using an app she had serious doubts about in a feeble attempt to make him jealous with a woman half her age.

Every part of this screamed bad idea. She knew that.

But she was also just buzzed enough that she really wanted to rub James' stupid smug face in how happy she was...even if said happiness was fake.

Because what wasn't fake was the gorgeous twenty-four year old who had matched with her (God knows why) and the way the picture of her in a bikini had want thrumming through her...

So, she did the thing the three devils on her shoulder – named Emily, JJ, and Garcia – advised and messaged the girl to meet her at the bar as quickly as possible.

When her phone pinged with a response, the answer was anything but what she'd anticipated... Namely, the words, "It'll cost you a pornstar martini. Table under the hideous painting by the bathroom."

"She's already here," Alex blurted out.

"What?" Garcia squealed, reaching to snatch her phone. "No way!"

Alex managed to narrowly avoid having her phone stolen, but she was nevertheless holding it like it was a bomb about to detonate. "What do I do now?"

"Go over there," Emily ordered. "Right now."

"But..."

JJ offered a faint apologetic smile, but proceeded to lightly shove Alex out of the booth with a significant stare.

Alex heaved a sigh, but she knew she had no choice now that she'd set things in motion. And if she was trembling a little with nerves, well...she hid it well.

__________

From your spot at the back of the bar, you spotted Alex approaching the bartender to order your requested drink...and decided to have a little fun. You snuck up beside her – which wasn't hard, considering the noise of the packed bar – and murmured beside her ear, "This must be my lucky day..."

She jumped, startled, whirling around to face you; her expression quickly changed to relief when she recognized you. "Y/N..." she said, "You, umm... I wasn't... I didn't..." Her stammering faltered suddenly as something over your shoulder caught her attention. "Forgive my forwardness, but...kiss me."

For a moment, your brain stalled. It was one thing to talk about making out with a stranger, it was another thing entirely to actually be faced with the prospect. "Oh, umm...right now?"

Rather than answer with words, though, she surged forward to capture your lips with hers. For a few moments, you were stunned to the point of inaction. When your lips moved against hers, Alex let out a little whimper and that quickly spurred you into action.

You tangled the fingers of one hand in her hair, the other hand finding the hem of her shirt and slipping underneath it so your palm was flat against the warm skin of her back. You weren't entirely sure what to expect from her, in terms of how intimate she wanted the kiss to get, considering the whole thing was a charade to make her ex jealous, so you were pleasantly surprised when she hooked her fingers in your belt loops, pulling you closer until you were flush against her body.

You let out a little gasp when your back hit the bar – part pain, part surprise...but neither stopped you from delving your tongue into her mouth, tasting the wine she'd been sipping all night. Kissing her was intoxicating and you could swear your head was swimming, though you'd been clear-headed only moments ago. It was a feeling you were certain you could get addicted to if you let yourself.

When she finally needed to breathe again, Alex reluctantly pulled away from your lips and turned her attention to somewhere over your shoulder. "Oh, hello, James," she said with false pleasantness, "I didn't see you there."

"Alex."

You could hear the bitterness in her ex's voice and you couldn't help but smirk to yourself as you turned to face him, slipping your arm around Alex's waist as you did so. "Babe," you said, as if surprised by the interruption, "Who's this?"

Alex seemed momentarily surprised that you were continuing to play along, but it didn't last long before she answered, "This would be my ex-husband..."

"Oh," you said flatly, wrinkling your nose in distaste as you looked him over.

He was quite obviously checking you out (you were suddenly glad Quinn had insisted you wear one of the sluttier dresses in your wardrobe) and it took him several long moments before his eyes stopped wandering and met your pointed gaze. "James Blake," he introduced himself, extending a hand for you to shake.

You reluctantly accepted the handshake. "Y/N," you replied with false sweetness and a Barbie doll fake smile. "Now, if you'll excuse us, we were in the middle of something..."

Alex seemed a little surprised by your quick dismissal, but she didn't say anything...possibly because you were once again pulling her in for a kiss and she certainly wasn't about to refuse you that (for admittedly selfish reasons).

You could still feel James' gaze on you, so you decided you might as well really give him something to stare at and proceeded to let your hands slip down Alex's back to cup her ass. She gave a little squeak of surprise and you briefly thought you'd pushed too far...but rather than complain, she kissed you all the more ferociously.

You couldn't help but smirk to yourself as you felt her teeth scrape along your bottom lip, coaxing a little whine from your throat. She pulled back slightly, silently asking if she'd hurt you and when you failed to complain – perhaps even flushing slightly with arousal – she smirked as well and began to trail her lips down your throat, punctuating the kisses with sharp nips until you were melting under her touch.

#criminal minds #alex blake #mine #fanfiction #alex blake/reader

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Girl From The Belly Ch 4

Ch 4 - word count: 4050 Previous - Next

Cassian needed to see her again.

He needed to find out if the entire encounter with the tiny woman he rescued from Lord Babbledon’s drunk clutches was real, he was beginning to suspect himself of dreaming the whole scenario. If it was all a dream, then Cassian was lonelier and more depressed than he thought. He couldn’t help but feel like it was real, the way her tiny body felt sitting in the palm of his hand, the way she moved so realistically, exactly like a real person except doll sized. It had to be real, right?

Cassian had no idea, no clear answer. All he knew, was that he thought of the woman often. So often in fact, he was distracted from his regular hobbies and royal duties. He would frequently be caught lost in his own world, daydreaming, imagining what he would say to the woman if she ever showed up again, what questions he would ask. Maybe she would never show up again, it wouldn’t surprise Cassian if she turned out to be some kind of angel, destined to never show herself again. He certainly hoped not.

That woman, whoever and whatever she was, fascinated him. Despite her not being more than five inches tall, she was less afraid of him than other people his own size were. All his life, people filtered themselves and never spoke freely around him, not even people his own status. They were either fearful or wanted to gain something from him. Cassian had learnt a long time ago that people were not to be trusted. However, for the first time ever since his mother’s death, he was impressed by someone. That mysterious little woman intrigued him, there was something about her that pulled him in. Maybe it was her wittiness, or her cheeky smile, or the fact that she wasn’t afraid to tease him. Cassian wasn’t used to anyone teasing him, he also wasn’t used to anyone acting so carefree, it was almost intoxicating. He needed to know more. He needed to speak to her again or else it would drive him crazy. He’d been so deprived of enjoyable conversations that he felt desperate to latch on to this woman and never let go, whether she was real or not.

“Cassian! Has your sleep been interrupted as of late? Do pay attention!”

The prince in question snapped out of his daze, caught daydreaming for the fourth or fifth time that day.

“Forgive me, Father,” Cassian replied, catching the annoyed gaze of his fiancée.

It had been a difficult day for the prince to be present for. Now that the engagement festivities were over, the wedding planning was underway, much to the annoyance of Cassian. He simply hated everything around him, he especially hated being where he was at the moment, sitting on a sofa in the King’s study, his fiancé next to him, listening to his father go on and on and on with his advisor about his wedding, the guests, the celebration in the capital, and most horribly of all, the wedding night.

Cassian would rather die than think about the wedding night where he will undoubtedly be expected to consummate the marriage and start popping out heirs as fast as possible. He glanced sideways at the Duchess, she seemed poised and perfectly polite as usual, nodding along to whatever the King let pour from his mouth. It was moments like this where he felt the pang of his mother’s absence. He knew that if she could’ve been present, she would be on his side, and maybe he wouldn’t feel quite so alone, so lost, directionless, ambitionless, and isolated. God, he missed his mother. It was then that Cassian finally checked back into his father’s ramblings.

“I do hope to finally be rid of the pianoforte which resides in the music room. I’m afraid I do not see the use in continuing to pay for its tuning if it’s not regularly played.”

“Forgive me, Father for interrupting, but surely you recall the piano’s most frequent visitor?” Cassian interjected. His mother used to play his favorite pieces on that very pianoforte.

“The Queen is no longer here to play that dusty thing,” The King waved his hand dismissively, “and you, my son, shouldn’t be playing it either. The pianoforte is a woman’s instrument, an unfit occupation for a gentleman.”

Red hot anger coursed through the prince’s body. He couldn’t possibly be serious. How dare he speak about his mother in such a flippant and disgusting manner? His fists clenched at his sides, doing everything they could not to go flying at the King’s face.

“If I may speak, your majesty. I do play quite a lot these days, I’m sure that pianoforte still has its uses,” The duchess spoke up, trying to ease the tension in the room.

“You make a lovely point, your grace. However, even if that were true, I fear it may be too much of a temptation for the prince. He needs to prioritize more productive pursuits, such as his riding, his fencing, and his royal duties.”

Cassian merely sat, unresponsively. It was a normal occurrence for his father to ignore him, to speak about him like he wasn’t in the room, like nothing he said mattered. It made no difference in the outcome whether he protested the pianoforte’s removal or not. His father would simply remove it anyway, and once again prove the point that Cassian’s opinion did not matter in the slightest to him.

“Father, that pianoforte is an important heirloom to-,” he tried to say, but before he could finish his sentence, the King interrupted him with a dismissive “shh!”

“I will not entertain your childish fixations on this matter.”

All of a sudden, it felt as though the room had shrunk, it was hard to breathe properly due to the intense wave of anger and despair that hit Cassian. He said nothing, merely standing to his feet, crossing the room towards the door in brisk strides, and exiting the room. Tears threatened to spring to his eyes as he marched down the hallway, but he wiped them as quickly as they came. He heard the sound of the door opening and closing behind him, followed by hurried and delicate footsteps.

“Your highness!” The voice of the duchess called. The last thing Cassian wanted to hear.

“Your highness, stop!” He ignored her again.

“Cassian!”

The prince stopped in his tracks. He whirled around to see his fiancé standing before him, looking at him almost sympathetically. He wanted to throw up, he despised the superficial pity of others.

“How dare you address me by that name?” He spat.

“Forgive me, your highness,” she bowed, “I only meant to gain your attention.”

Cassian stared at her impatiently, waiting for her to continue.

“His majesty only wishes to see Feywen prosper, I’m sure, your highness, that you are aware of that?” Cassian scoffed at that, “Aside from this matter, we must discuss our marriage.”

“What is there to discuss?” the prince asked, crossing his arms.

“There are many things to discuss,” the duchess replied firmly, “I understand that you may dislike me, but I do hope his highness can put away his personal qualms in time to produce an heir to his throne.”

“Need we speak of heirs before we are even married?”

“You won’t speak to me of anything else!”

Cassian opened his mouth to try and dismiss her again, but she beat him to it.

“You act as if I am the cause of all your misery! We both realize the purpose of this match. I only wish for his highness to stop childishly avoiding his responsibility to his country!”

“You dare refer to me as childish, your grace?” the prince lowered his voice, “I’d advise you to stay out of my way, nothing good happens to those who overstep their boundaries.”

He turned and marched down the hallway out of sight, leaving his future wife alone.

“Insufferable…” She muttered to herself before making her way back to the King’s office.

Lina was almost floating.

Instead of sweeping the floor of the main room, like she’d been told, she was busy humming the beautiful melodies she heard playing at the ball.

The same ball that brought her into the hands of the prince.

Lina twirled around as she swept. Even though the night had gone horribly wrong, from her falling into the cake, to being kidnapped, it had ended in the most fantastically wonderful way. She remembered how hard it was to sneak back into her room and go to sleep as if nothing happened, as if the prince did not make her promise to see him again. Although she didn’t explicitly promise to him, she had every intention of meeting him again. She just had to be careful how she did it.

Even though Lina wanted to run back to him the next day and catapult herself into his hands, she knew she needed to be patient, or else her family would discover her secret. Another day would have to pass before she would meet him again. For Lina, this would be the hardest task in the world. Ever since that fateful night, prince Cassian occupied every thought in her head. How could he not? Lina remembered how it felt to be held by him, his warm calloused hands protectively cradling her to his chest, the amount of strength and care in his touch was almost overwhelming to recall. The way he spoke to her so kindly, asking her if she was hurt, comforting her when she was literally blubbering in his hands.

“Your laugh suits you much better than your tears…”

Just remembering the gentle tone of his voice uttering those words was enough to cause her to squeal. In the past, when she would spy on him, she could never recall seeing the stoic prince smile or be gentle towards anyone. He always seemed very reserved and even cold at times, but he wasn’t like that at all towards herself. His smile was warm, his eyes were alight with genuine curiosity, wonder, and humor. She was rescued by the prince, and he wanted to know her, what more could Lina ask for in life?

Suddenly, the broom she had been using to dance about the room was snatched from her hands. Lina shrieked in surprise at the sight of her sister before her.

“Did you go see the prince again?” Eunice questioned, crossing her arms.

Lina clutched her chest, trying to catch her breath.

“Why would you think that?”

“Lina please, you only act like that when you’ve gone to spy on him.”

“Act like what?” Lina attempted to seem clueless. She had certainly done more than spy on him.

“Like you’re in a fantasy world or something! What did you do this time?” Eunice was losing patience.

Lina fixed her eyes on the floor. “Well, I didn’t exactly go spy on him.”

Eunice stared impatiently, nodding at her sister to continue.

“I went to watch the ball…”

Lina looked up to see her sister pinching her nose bridge in a very frustrated parental manner.

“Why am I not surprised?” Eunice muttered in disappointment, “don’t let mama catch you acting like a fairy princess.”

She handed the broom back to Lina and walked out of the room, sighing loudly as she went.

“Don’t forget we have to babysit for Mrs. Kettle tonight!” Eunice called out.

“I won’t!”

Lina sighed to herself, was she really that obvious?

She really needed to be more careful. She didn’t want to give herself away to her entire family. At least it was only Eunice who had seen her dancing around. Being secretive would certainly be a challenge for Lina, she was horrible at keeping secrets. Whatever she was thinking or feeling in a given moment was always reflected directly onto her face and body language in an almost exaggerated manner. This habit had certainly gotten her in trouble throughout her life. This, combined with her honest and passionate way of speaking, gained her a reputation as a loudmouth, headstrong, and stubborn girl.

If you were a woman in The Belly, that reputation was a recipe for spinsterhood. Nobody wanted to marry a woman who couldn’t keep her mouth shut.

It wasn’t like Lina cared about being marriage material in The Belly, that was something Eunice and her mother worried about far more than she did. It was an unfortunate issue to stress over in Lina’s mind because the pool of men to choose from in their community was filthy. All the young men were simple, sloppy, rude, entitled, and incredibly selfish. Although she understood her own mother’s desire to see her married, it was almost insulting to oneself to choose. Lina compared it to having to sift through garbage. This problem is also the precise reason why Lina would prefer to never be married.

In her mind, the prince was the only man who could even measure up to her standards. If he was a borrower, Lina would have married him faster than it took Mrs. Acorn to spread a rumor. It was a real shame that he had to be human. Interactions with humans were forbidden, unheard of, and punishable by exile in The Belly. It was absolutely imperative that nobody was to find out about her little run-in with the prince, less she be exiled to who-knows-where, never to see her family again.

Although she knew about this very heavy risk, Lina had to see Prince Cassian again. Was it stupid? Irresponsible? Risky? Yes. Was she still going to do it? Of course.

Following rules wasn’t exactly her style.

The next day brought more wedding planning, arguments, and misery for Cassian.

This time however, he at least tried to be involved. He spoke to his future wife more, and finally remembered her first name, Andrea. He discussed names for their future children, and he did his best to be civil towards his father, whom the duchess was finally able to convince to keep the beloved pianoforte the late Queen used to play.

Through all his fake politeness and civilities, Cassian couldn’t stop thinking about that fateful engagement ball, where he rescued that miniscule woman. By now, he’d concluded that he was having a very intense hallucination due to his stressed and exhausted state that night.

It was almost tormenting him that he never learned her name, which was very strange for Cassian who had just now begun consistently recalling the name of his future wife. There had simply never been anyone he’d met who had left such an impression on him, but he’d never met anyone who was the size of his hand either, nor had he held them, or spoken to them, or laughed with them, or felt as strangely drawn to them as he did that woman.

As he sat in his private study, dipping his quill into the ink, and writing in his journal, he did his best to recall the entire encounter in detail. Cassian figured that if it was all an elaborate dream or hallucination, it would be beneficial to put it into writing. Maybe this would be a fantastic bedtime story for his future children. It would be like the stories his mother used to tell him, about fairies and mythical creatures of the forest, complete with life lessons geared towards children at the end.

In Cassian’s case, he had no idea what the lesson could be. What lesson could be learned from rescuing a miniscule woman? Maybe the story didn’t stop there, it wasn’t finished yet.

The cool nighttime breeze from the open window blew softly over the pages of the journal, flickering the flames from the lit candles. The fireplace crackled and popped in the quiet room, blanketing Cassian’s mind in tranquility, warmth, and fondness as he remembered all the simple details of that fateful night. Like the fact that the mystery woman was almost caked in chocolate, and when he gently wiped her tears away with his handkerchief, there was a brown splotch left on it from the chocolate frosting. Cassian smiled to himself. Although she had clearly been through a traumatic and stressful situation, the mystery woman still smiled as if she didn’t have a care in the world, and for that, he admired her. She was so different from anyone he knew.

Cassian could recall the King becoming enraged when the napkins on the dinner table were not arranged in the correct way he would have liked. Or that time he was forced to attend a coming-of-age ball for a distant cousin of his, where many other royals and noble families were in attendance. Just remembering the slimy smiles of the people who bowed and greeted him, who then turned around to scream at a footman for no reason, made his lip curl in disgust. They lashed out over the most superficial and unremarkable things.

There was just so much about the mystery woman that he didn’t know, that he wished he knew, or wished he asked, it was a shame that he would most likely never know the answers to all his questions for her.

Cassian put his quill back in the inkpot and closed his journal. Slowly, he rose to his feet, crossed the room and stood in front of the fireplace. Almost hypnotized by the dancing flames, he closed his eyes and listened to the crackles and pops emitted by it, letting the warmth of the fire drape him in peace.

Tinkle* Tinkle*

He opened his eyes in confusion. Silence. Instead of turning around, he closed his eyes again.

Tinkle* Tinkle*

What was that noise?

Cassian turned around only to freeze in his place when he saw it.

When he saw her.

He couldn’t believe his eyes. Standing on top of his desk, his journal open, struggling to write something with his quill which looked humongous compared to her, was the mystery woman. He watched her huff and puff with his quill a moment longer, scratching something onto the paper of his journal before he said something.

“It’s you…” Cassian said breathlessly, an excited smile creeping onto his face.

The woman’s face snapped out of concentration mode to notice Cassian standing there watching her. A wide grin broke out on her face.

“Good evening, your highness,” She dipped her head in a slight bow.

“What are you doing?” he asked amusedly, walking slowly back to his desk.

“Oh nothing, just leaving a message…” The woman grunted as she attempted to write.

Cassian took a glance at his journal. She had written an A, a d, and seemed to be writing another a as well. He sat down, folded his arms together on the desk, and rested his head on them. The woman turned and shot him a fake annoyed look.

“Are you not going to help me?” she asked, raising her eyebrows.

“I was under the impression that you were self-sufficient,” Cassian shrugged. He reached out and lifted the quill from her grasp, hearing her gasp a little from the sudden intrusion of his hand.

“What do you need me to write?” he asked, leaning closer to the desk so he could hear her better.

He saw her tiny freckled cheeks go slightly pink before she started to spell the word she was writing. Eventually, he ended up with something. A name.

Adalina.

Cassian’s eyes widened in realization. “Is this your name?” he asked.

Her smile widened in glee as she nodded. “I go by Lina, your highness.”

“It’s beautiful,” he whispered, “my apologies for not introducing myself sooner. My name is Cassian.”

“I’m aware of your name,” She stuck out her tiny arm, still smiling from ear to ear, “pleased to make your acquaintance.”

How was this woman so smiley? Cassian didn’t know, but it was certainly contagious, and he felt himself smiling back at her.

Lina. That name suited her.

He reached out and carefully grasped her hand in between his pointer finger and thumb. While he shook it as gently as possible, he marveled at the sensation of her microscopic digits. He could feel every individual one against his own fingers. He let go, still taking in her appearance.

“I must admit, it is wonderful to see you no longer covered in chocolate,” he mused.

“Oh yes!” Lina replied sheepishly, “may I ask you to erase that memory from your head?”

“I’m afraid I cannot,” Cassian opened his journal to the entry about her, “I’ve written it down right here.”

“You wrote about me?” Her expression was one of genuine surprise.

“Well of course. It’s not everyday that one runs into a woman the size of one’s hand,” Cassian held up his hand next to her for comparison.

For a split second, her expression turned grave. Worried he may have made her uncomfortable, he quickly added, “I can rid of the entry if you wish.”

“Oh no! It’s alright!” Lina said, snapping out of her trance, “You can keep it! I just want to ask something. Will you please keep it a secret that I’m here?”

“I give you my word,” he said earnestly, “however, even if I were to read this journal out loud for the whole kingdom, I doubt there would be a single soul who would believe me.”

Lina cocked her head to the side slightly at the almost bitter tone in his voice. He noticed the splay of freckles running across her face, made clear to him by the flickering golden light of the fireplace. Cassian quickly corrected himself.

“Never mind that. Why has it taken so long for you to make yourself known to me?” he propped his elbow on his desk, resting his chin on his hand.

Lina let out an amused laugh. “Your highness, it has been four days.”

“Four days too long.”

“I didn’t realize you would miss me so much.”

And there it was, that cheeky, gleeful smile was back. Was she some kind of impish, wingless fairy? He was envious at the amount of joy she held.

“I was worried I had dreamt the entire thing.”

Cassian’s other hand was resting on the desk. She moved closer to it, resting her own miniscule hand on top of one of his knuckles.

“Does this feel like a dream?” she asked, locking eyes with him. Her eyes were hazel, they reminded him of a beautiful sunset.

“No,” Cassian said. He was utterly mesmerized.

“What about this?” She draped her body across the back of his hand.

“No,” He could even feel the soft wisps of her auburn hair on his knuckle. He felt goosebumps erupt on his arms. Thanking the universe that she couldn’t see that, he leaned down.

“May I?”

Lina rose and nodded.

Cassian took his time. Taking her hand in between his pointer finger and thumb, he gently caressed it, feeling every little digit beneath his fingers. Then slowly, he moved upwards, grazing his thumb along her arm. Before he knew it, he had reached her shoulder, then he slowly began caressing her back. Lina leaned back more and more into his hand until he was holding her around the waist. She looked completely blissful, her eyes were closed. He gently began playing with her hair as well, just marveling at her. She was so small, so fragile, and she trusted him. It blew his mind how she was even alive.

Knock* Knock*

Cassian quickly let go of Lina and sprang up.

“W-who goes there?” he asked in a fluster.

“Mr. Cutlet, your highness.”

Cassian sighed in exasperation, marched over to the door, and opened it halfway. He stared expectantly at the butler.

“Correspondence from your fiancée for his highness,” the butler held out a letter for him.

The duchess had traveled back to her home country to visit her family for a time, she must have sent word of her safe arrival. Cassian snatched the letter from Mr. Cutlet.

“Thank you,” he said stiffly, shutting the door.

When Cassian turned back around, a pang of sadness struck him.

Lina was gone.

Shaking his head in disappointment, he could only hope that she would visit again soon.

And he certainly couldn’t wait for it.

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Estera - Ch 25 - Cracks

The next one got super long so I’ve split it.

Scott’s rambling inner monologue again? Ah go on then. And there are Things that must be wrestled with…

And the important question of - is there anyone who is immune to the dimples?

(What went before)

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“It’s not your job to keep me safe.”

The sudden rush of fury was almost intoxicating.

How dare she? He got this enough from his brothers. He’d thought she had understood but she couldn’t possibly understand. Not if she didn’t get it. If she didn’t see why he had to keep them safe. All of them. Her too. That if he couldn’t do that he wasn’t… he didn’t… How dare she! His gut twisted. They’d had such a good day and she had to go and…

An outburst of sharp, hurt-fuelled words rushed like magma towards the surface but was held at bay by his sudden need to focus on navigating a roundabout without getting them both killed. He slammed on the brakes less elegantly than he’d intended. Bloody weird British way of doing a junction.

He gave way to the van trundling towards them from the right and caught the eye of the driver who gave him A Look, probably related to his sudden stop a couple of feet past the give way line. But he was arrested by the memory of being on the receiving end of similar eyebrow artillery in a sumptuously decorated clinic in West London. It was in fact exactly The Look Patricia had given him the time he’d first told her Estera was alive. When he’d been… not quite… well… and had incoherently rambled about how good it he was that he had a second chance, that he could ensure he would get it right this time and she wouldn’t be in danger.

“Will that always be your raison d’être, Tracy?”

Well of course not. He had many raisons actually and not all of them were about looking after people. Just… maybe most.

She’d warned him about this, in her subtle way. And he thought he had been so careful, so Healthy about it all this time. Yet he’d reverted to type so quickly. Poor Estera had just joined the long roster of people he desperately needed to protect. To ‘smother’. Damn it.

He glanced over and saw she was biting her lip and worrying at the lid of the coffee cup again. The anger dissipated as quickly as it had arisen. He sighed heavily and the tension slumped from his shoulders. He didn’t want her to believe she couldn’t be honest about what she thought and if he was defensive and snappy… He took a breath and tried to be less… Scott Tracy… about it.

“You might not be wrong there” he cleared his throat a couple of times, without much success as there still seemed to be a blockage there. “It’s a… a thing. I’m guess I’m, err, working on it?”

“You don’t need to apologise. I’d just quite like to not see you nearly die quite so frequently.”

“I’ll see if I can arrange that.”

She smiled faintly then returned to looking troubled. “I’m sorry, I overstepped.”

“You didn’t. I’d rather know what you’re thinking.”

She huffed slightly.

“Honestly.”

The sat nav piped up that their destination was on the right and he pulled up outside what he guessed must be her apartment block.

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Without the faint hum of the engine and the road noise the car suddenly seemed very quiet and Estera kicked herself for making things awkward. She didn’t want to leave things on a sour note and so she cast about for something to fix it before she said goodbye. He looked over at her and the flash of blue was a sudden reminder.

“Before you go, I actually have something for you. I know I missed your birthday…” he looked up in surprise “but it took a little while to… organise… and so I was planning to show you when we next met. But then of course today was a surprise so I didn’t have it with me.”

“Oh! You didn’t need to…”

“But I wanted to. It’s just upstairs.”

He seemed to hesitate.

“Bez is with my neighbours. I thought I’d be back much later what with the bus times and he’d have been lonely so, he’s, um not there.” She looked down at her hands “Or… or you can wait here and I’ll bring it down? That’s probably better. Save yourself the stairs, the lift’s broken again and it’s… I mean there’s nothing much to see, it’s a tiny apartment and probably a complete mess now I think of it. It’s not what you’d… There’s barely a bathtub let alone a pool…”

She was rambling again and had somehow failed to notice he had left the car until the passenger door opened and he was reaching down a chivalrous hand while doffing an imaginary cap with the other.

“I’m sure I can handle some stairs.”

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“Ok, that WAS quite a lot of stairs”

They both paused at the top to catch their breath and laughed as she mock-glared at the cordoned off elevator door.

“It keeps me fit at least.”

She fished a bunch of keys from her pocket and waved happily at the elderly face which appeared at the window of the next apartment along. A series of hand gestures seemed to suggest she’d be round later. Ah, must be the dog-sitting neighbours. The gentleman shifted his gaze to Scott and narrowed his eyes. Scott countered with a friendly smile and a little salute which was met with a raised eyebrow and open scepticism. The face disappeared. O…Kay then…

“You get on well with your neighbours?”

“They’re a godsend. Such warm, lovely people. They rather adopted me when I arrived and they are absolutely wonderful with Bez.”

He was saved from the need to reply by her turning the lock and shoulder barging the door open.

“It gets a bit swollen in the damp weather. Should really get it seen to at some point.”

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Estera did a quick scan of the living room, immensely grateful that she’d cleared up last night’s dinner things and put away the laundry that had been drying on the radiators.

Everything suddenly felt very… small.

“So… I guess you know where I live now.”

He smiled wryly. “I can try to forget how we got here if you like?”

She looked around and cringed as an image of her apartment on that ridiculous day briefly intruded and overlaid the present… all her moveable furniture and pretty much everything else she owned piled up against the inside of the front door, Bez frantically begging for a walk while she’d huddled in the corner of her bedroom wearing all of her clothes at once, desperately trying and failing to banish the chill from her bones. The poor creature had ended up peeing on the kitchen floor and he’d looked so forlorn about it. And the messages… she shivered. Not her finest hour.

“I really am sorry about all that.”

“Don’t worry, all forgotten”

“Is it? I haven’t. I wasn’t…”

“It’s fine, honestly.”

“No, it’s not. Please… let me say this?”

He inclined his head and she took a deep breath and did her best to look him in the eye, the intensity in the blue so familiar yet so incredibly unsettling.

“I wasn’t fair. Or kind. And you had been nothing but both. I have no excuse. I just… it was as though my logical mind shut down and all I could think was I was a fool for believing you’d ever just be… nice.” She couldn’t hold his gaze any longer and dropped her eyes to where he was rolling the car fob over his knuckles. “To me. After… after what I did to you. And so I extrapolated too quickly and panicked and… and it got way out of hand. I’m sorry.”

The fob stopped moving.

“You didn’t do anything to me.”

“I… yeah, ok. Of course. Um, do you want a coffee?”

She dropped her bag on the counter and busied herself picking the best mugs and the good coffee from the cupboard.

“Estera? Please look at me.”

She stared at the kettle on the worktop to his right, unable to lift her eyes any further.

He crouched down and put his face in her eye-line. Blue shone earnestly up at her and blurred almost immediately. She blinked, cross with herself.

“It wasn’t your fault.”

She bit her lip hard as her tear ducts betrayed her and she closed her eyes as if that could stop the hollow-sounding splatter onto the packet of coffee beans she was clutching. He took it from her and she clenched her shaking fists.

“Do you want a hug?”

She shook her head vigorously. And then paused, took a shuddering breath and nodded, eyes still screwed shut.

She couldn’t control the flinch as his arms surrounded her gently and he rested his head lightly on top of her own. Unable to contain all of the Everything any longer she buried her face in his shirt and sobbed.

“It wasn’t your fault.”

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Welcome to My Nighmare Ch. 2

I absoluty clown on david in this and my scrunkly boi deserves it. Also, I fully believe that Paul uses the most cheesy words/phrases in his speech. He’s pulling no bitches, he’s hypnotizing women to convince the boys he has sex appeal.

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Chapter Two: The Freaks Come Out at Night

There was a dead guy on the porch of my new residence. Jesus-fucking-Christ, I’m with crazy people.

“Dad?” Lucy checked on the old man on the steps. “Dad?” She asked sounding more worried.

“If he’s dead, does that mean we get to go home?” Sam excitedly asked. Lucy gave him a stern look but was brought out of it by the dead guy.

“Playin’ dead. And doing a damn good job of it!” The old man finally spoke. Lucy hugged him, laughing off the encounter. She then told us to go inside and unpack.

“So, you’re living with us now?” Michael asked.

“Sorta,” It was kind of a complicated question, “I’m only staying until I can afford another place. Don’t get me wrong, you guys are nice, I just, Uh, want somewhere else to live. Plus, I’m sure it’s kinda weird for you guys. I mean you did just move states after your mom got a divorce and now you got some homeless kid in your house.”

“I guess.” Michael left it at that. “Well, it’s still nice to meet you. It’ll be nice having someone other than Sammie around.” Same gave him a dirty look for that.

Lucy introduced me to ‘Grandpa’ which I guess is what I was supposed to call him, the brought me to the attic. “It’s not very big, but,” she trailed off. I cut her off saying it was fine and that I was more than happy to have somewhere to be. It wasn’t really an attic anyway; it was more like a small room that had a few steps above the rest of the walkway. It overlooked a field in the back, I gazed out of the window and noticed some horses playing with Nanook. Horses are a symbol for total freedom from everything. I think maybe I finally got that freedom, even if it’s a little unorthodox.

In the room was a full-sized bed and an old chest of draws that came up around to my chest. At least there were sheets on the bed; however, they most certainly weren’t my style. It looked like someone’s grandma died and became the bed. It didn’t help that dust covered every corner of the room. I decided to unpack the few things then sweep. All my clothes fit in one of the five drawers. On top I set my Walkman, wallet, book, and new pair of sunglasses to give it a little bit of a homey feel.

“Here,” Mr. Emerson gave me some kind of taxidermized animal, “As a welcome gift.” He smiled at me. I smiled back and said thank you. At least it was kind of cute, it was a fox. I think. Maybe it was a janky coyote.

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Later that night, we clamored into the car heading for the boardwalk. It had such a different feel to it at night. I’ve always been a bit of a night owl, but oh my god this was beautiful. The lights, the salty air, the music, everything felt so alive! It wasn’t like during the day where kids rounded every corner crying and parents gave you dirty looks for wearing a crop top. No, at night, it was when the real freaks came out. Goth kids, weird surfer guys, bikers, and drunk teenagers flooded the area. They infected every corner, crevice, and as much surface area as possible. It was intoxicating.

I quickly remembered that I needed a job, fast, so I looked anywhere for a help wanted sign. I went into that bookstore from earlier, but the man just looked at me with pity. He gave some excuse of not being able to afford more people besides himself. Then there was a burger joint, the manager looked at my low-cut crop top before saying no. Seriously, what gives? I looked at a few other places and almost gave up, but a jewelry store had the sign saying HELP DESPRETLY WANTED, WILL HIRE FELONS. Couldn’t hurt, right? Every other place rejected me.

“Hi! How can I help you?” A girl a little younger asked me. She had long, straight, black hair and wore what some would consider too much blush. She was tan wit freckles, so I guess it events it out.

“Actually, I saw the sign for help wanted. Who should I talk to?” I asked as polite as I could. The girl yelled for a woman in the back.

A woman who looked like blonde Joan Crawford came out from behind a beaded curtain. She had dark purple eyeshadow and dark purple lips to complete her look. “I’m Ms. Brenda Cheney. I heard you’re looking for a job?”

“Yes ma’am,” I shook her hand and said It was nice to meet her. “When can I start?” It was a little bold, but damn I needed a job.

“Tomorrow!” she smiled while chewing her gum. “I like you kid. Be here by nine am, Jennifer will show you how to open.” Thank God. I introduced myself to Jennifer and spoke for a little bit. The rumbling of my stomach brought me out of it. I told her goodbye and that I would see her tomorrow.

After I ate probably a too processed hot dog, I noticed a really sweaty guy playing a saxophone. I didn’t usually go into crowds for fear of pickpocketing, but why the hell not? I literally just packed up and left home and I’m doing pretty good so far. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a dude that looked like Billy Idol got his shit rocked and was washed out from fame. He looked disgusting, it was a little hot. The other looked like a tall, punk Shaggy, with longer hair. I think I would have been put off by a Scooby with him. They made eye contact with me. It was kind of creepy how much Billy Idol was into it, so I decided to lose him in the crowd.

I saw a familiar glimpse of black hair in the crowd and spotted Jennifer with a guy. “Hey!” I said. “Do you remember me?”

“Of course!” She said “You’re that girl that came in earlier, it’ll be nice to have someone other than Brenda and James around. This is my brother Adam,” She gestured to the guy beside her.

“Hey,” He was a little taller than me, freckles, dark brown curly hair, and best of all he had a nice ass. I noticed from when I walked behind them to catch up. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too, do you guys mind if I follow you for a bit? I’m not from here.”

“Sure! I know all the best places here. Let’s do the Ferris Wheel, ice cream shop, then I’m thinking the movie rental. Sound good?” she asked.

“Sure, you seem like you got a plan.” I laughed. I scanned the boardwalk trying to locate where Jennifer was talking about, spotting the Billy Idol guy. He was just watching me. It was creepy instead of mysterious now.

“Oh, she’s bossy.” Adam piped up. I laughed, damn was he cute. Once we got to the front of the Ferris wheel they split us up into groups of two, I told them I’d catch the next one.

“I could be your rider.” The shaggy guy from earlier said, “I’m Paul, sugar."

“I’m not sugar.” I hated men like that. He apologized and asked if he could ride with me. I caved; he was weird but sadly I liked weird. I had to admit, he was decently interesting and had a good face. “And if you look over there, there’s a bridge that I jumped off of.” He pointed to a bridge not too far from here. He had been pointing to almost every location and telling me tid bits of his ‘adventures.’

I laughed, “It’s like when your mom asks, ‘if your friends jumped off a bridge, would you?’ I’ve always like falling from really high places, which is ironic since I have a fear of height.”

“Nah, it’s like flying,” we reached the top. “So, you looking to hang our with some cool cats?” Paul finger gunned me. “Oh, by the way, the coaster goes higher.”

“How charming, but no thank you.” I did consider it, only for a moment, “You’re really cheesy, ya know? And maybe I’ll ride the coaster with you.” I peered down into the crown and spotted that white haired guy again, Jesus Christ he’s persistent.

“Hey, that’s what draws the babes!” Paul said bringing me out of my daze.

“I don’t think it does Paul.” I had noticed we reached the bottom when the attendee pulled the safety bar off. I thanked Paul for riding with me and suggested the coaster again, he said he had to get going. Just when you think a guy’s into you.

“Who was that guy?” Jennifer asked.

“Uh, Paul. He rode with me, so you guys didn’t have to wait.” I explained.

“Oh, ok.” she said. I spent the rest of the night with the both of them. The ice cream was good, Adam is a strawberry guy. I noticed a glimpse of white hair in the distance. I should find Lucy and go home before it’s too late. What if he’s stalking me? Is he gonna kill me?

“What’s wrong?” Adam asked. He noticed I had been acting a little weird.

“At the concert that happened earlier, there was a guy and I made eye contact with him. I started noticing him at the Ferris Wheel and at the ice cream shop. It’s like he’s stalking me.” I felt weird explaining it to Adam, maybe it was all a coincidence.

“That guy got kicked off of the boardwalk a couple of days ago, that night, the security guard that kicked him off went missing.” Adam said. I guess I was making a weird face since he said, “Well, maybe it was just a coincidence, ya know? I don’t think he wants to kill you.”

“Ok.” I didn’t really believe him. “I think I’m gonna find my ride and head back home. It’s been really nice to get to know you guys.” I waved my goodbyes and made my way to find Lucy. I spotted Nanook about 30 feet away.

“Hi Lucy, are you about to leave?” I asked her.

“Oh, yeah. I was looking for Michael, but Sam said he wandered off with someone.” She dug in her purse for her keys. We clamored into the car and mentioned her new job at the video store.

“That’s nice, I also got a job to help pay for some rent. It’s at a jewelry counter here on the board walk.” I felt bad for what I was about to say. “My job starts at nine tomorrow, it’s ok if I can’t, but could I borrow your car to get here?”

“My shift starts at ten tomorrow, so I’ll just drop you off and wait for Max’s store to open up.” She explained.

“That’s great, thank you.” Thank God. I didn’t want to have to walk like 12 miles to get here.

Once we made it back to the house, everyone started to settle in for the night. Lucy gave me some pajamas and hygiene products. It was a set she was gifted and never used. They were still in date and actually smelled pretty good. After peeling off the clothes that reeked of other people, I scrubbed every inch of my body. My mind wandered to that man from earlier. I couldn’t understand why he was watching me.

I stepped out and dried off, thankfully Lucy’s pajama’s fit me. They had hearts all over them, it was probably also gifted in the bathroom set she didn’t use. I made my way into my room and began to close the window. A man with white hair. I quickly shut the curtains and went to bed. There’s no way he knows where I live. Even if he did, we would’ve seen headlight following us, right? Eventually, I found a way to calm myself enough to fall asleep. That’s a problem for tomorrow.

#the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #the lost boys david #the lost boys paul #the lost boys marko #the lost boys dwayne #david the lost boys #paul the lost boys #david x reader #david tlb #paul x reader #paul tlb #dwayne the lost boys #dwayne tlb #marko the lost boys #marko tlb #david x rear

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You Could Know Me pt 2

Chapter One

Jason was regretting going to the manor this morning. For one, the whole family was dealing with the League of Assassins again. Unbeknownst to most of them, Ra’s apparently had a pretty big grudge against Tim. Jason was impressed to hear about the whole blowing up all of the league bases, but that isn’t the most important thing here.

No, the most important thing about this whole thing is that Ra’s was trying to get back at Tim, and Jason had been left with a choice to make. It was Tim, Duke and Jason facing off against an army of highly trained ninjas. Tim was injured, barely able to stand, and the rest of the bats were held up in some sort of trap downtown. Jason never did get the details on that situation.

No, Jason was too busy trying to keep Tim out of Ra’s hands. Duke, Jason’s new favorite brother, took his advice to get Tim and get out while Jason stayed to take on the ninja horde. At that point, Tim was barely conscious, but Duke was able to use the shadows to sneak away, who wouldn’t have if Tim had been able to make a coherent sentence. Jason hoped they’d gotten to the medbay and were able to figure out a way to save the others before it was too late.

As for Jason, well. He was just now waking up in one of Ra’s’ bases, who knows where, broken ribs on one side and nasty cuts all over. Possibly a concussion too, Jason amended. He took stock of himself, disappointed but not surprised to find most of his equipment gone. No body armor, lockpicks, guns or knives anywhere, much to his discomfort. At least Ra’s couldn’t take away the All Blades, Jason thought wryly.

Not long after he woke up in the cell, the doors opened. Two assassins stepped into his cell, ordering him to follow. Jason did so, grumbling in displeasure. He knew he wouldn’t be able to make it out of there without his weapons. No, for now he needed to play along, gain some information. He needs to know what Ra’s plans are for Tim, and if he’d managed to capture anyone else during his adventure in Gotham.

“If it isn’t the Red Hood,”Ra’s drawled when Jason came into view. He’d been led to an absolutely massive room, and much to Jason’s terror he caught sight of a green glowing pool not too far away. “I apologize, I was not quite prepared for you.”

Jason grinned,”Upset about Red Robin foiling your plans again?”

Ra’s didn’t take the bait, instead continued. “It is of no matter. Plans can always be changed.”

Jason’s eyes narrowed. He wasn’t sure what Ra’s was playing at, but knew he wouldn’t like it one bit. Looking around, he noticed a few guards around the Lazarus Pits, but looked away to avoid the green glow in his vision.

“You see, I had wanted Timothy to meet a special someone, and yet, I find myself thinking that you might be a better fit for my plans,”Ra’s said chillingly, tilting his head towards the Pits.

Meet someone? Jason thought wildly, mind running through all the people closest to Ra’s. “I doubt Tim would be more willing to play your games than me,”Jason scowled.

“And yet, he is the smarter of the bunch,”Ra’s sighed wistfully in a way that made Jason want to gag,”You see, years ago, around when Timothy was born, there was another child born that caught my attention,”Before Jason could ask where the fuck this story was going, the creepy bastard continued,”I had been surveilling the Bat, as I’m sure you’re aware, when I came across information of a woman leaving a certain Gala. I thought nothing of it at the time, but nine months later she’d given birth to a small child.”

Jason’s mind raced with the possibility of another of Bruce’s bio kids, Ra’s next words made him freeze up,”Imagine my surprise when the child was not of the Bats, but of the birds.” Ra’s dropped, and Jason could barely breathe.

“You see, Miss Mary Parker had attended the gala and had a bit of a fling with the young Grayson. You know, young love is so fleeting, it was no wonder that the two were horribly intoxicated when they conceived the child. And yet, when her parents found out they had planned to use the child to blackmail billionaire Brucie Wayne.”

“For money?” Jason whispered, in complete shock that Dick had had a whole child as a teen, and the poor girl who was caught between such shitty options. And if the kid was already Tims age that meant Dick was only 16 at most when it happened. Jason felt sick.

“Naturally, I couldn’t let the Bat become distracted with this matter, at least not yet,”Ra’s smirked, catching Jason’s eye. Jason didn’t even care if he was showing his emotions on his face, this shit was horrible. He hadn’t known Dick had… Jason shook his head. He had to figure out what Ra’s game was. Freak out could come later. “So I had her and her parents killed.”

“The baby went to Miss Parker’s brother and his wife for the time being. The boy was to grow up with his aunt and uncle until I had a use for him,”Ra’s said, beginning to let out a more sadistic grin. “All the more reason for you to be here, I suppose.”

“What do you mean?” Jason drawled carefully. None of this made sense to him, especially when he was still reeling from the shock of the whole thing.

Ra’s tsked. “You had been changed by the pits, angry, destructive,”The assassin listed. “Imagine your family’s surprise when yet another family member has the same affliction.”

Jason blanched, watching as Ra’s made some sort of signal to a guard, who left the room. “You want to put the kid in the pits? And what, send him to kill his own dad?”

Ra’s looked at him with a glint in his eye. “I assure you, I have much bigger plans for the boy. For starters, I can’t allow you to leave now that you know about the boy. I can’t imagine they’d cope well with the boy’s backstory, not to mention his current situation. I bet you’d understand quite well how badly that can go, hm?”

Jason gritted his teeth. “And what? You put the kid in the pits and hope he doesn’t go insane? What’s your plan here, and why would you need me at all?”

Ra’s seemed in the mood to indulge him, and merely answered,”You’re merely here to witness the rebirth of Red Hood’s origin,”He grinned sickly, and Jason lunged for the man, only to be stopped by a total of four assassins holding him back.

At the same time, the doors at the far wall opened to reveal a small form being dragged between other assassins. Jason watched with horror as he recognized it as a kid, no older than 15 and dressed in torn and bloody civilian clothes and familiar curls on dark brown hair in between the assassins. The kid didn’t move or react at all to being dragged towards the pits, and Jason wanted to rage and run and pull the kid to safety all at once.

“Young Peter Parker was raised by his aunt and uncle, until his Uncle died by gunshot right in front of him. Quite the coincidence, no? That the Bat’s own parents succumbed to the same fate. Of course, when we retrieved him, his aunt was still protective of the boy, so she had to go as well,”Ra’s stated calmly, like he was talking about the weather. It only made Jason more angry.

Jason tuned out everything else Ra’s was saying as he struggled, gritting his teeth and watching this poor teenager get stabbed through the chest with a sword and unceremoniously tossed into the pit of glowing green water. Jason couldn’t breathe as he stared at the pools of green, surface still moving from the splash the kid made. Ra’s was going to pay for this, Jason promised himself, over and over for what seemed like hours until a scrawny pale hand breached the surface frantically.

Letting out a breath of relief and trepidation, Jason shouted at Ra’s as the small boy dragged himself out of the pool of green, coughing and sputtering. His arms were shaking from the strain of holding himself up as he retched onto the ground. Moments later, assassins grabbed hold of him again and he saw the boy go limp in their arms. Jason continued to shout at Ra’s until he was hoarse, not even comprehending what he was saying.

The rest passed in a daze of anger and fear and past memories as Jason was tossed back in the room disguised as a cell. He paced, yelling and banging on his door. He just wanted to see the kid. Peter. Dick’s son. He needed to make sure the kid was alright, to tell him none of it was his fault, to make sure he wasn’t alone when he woke up.

Jason sat against the wall with his head between his knees, trying to calm his breathing. He needed to think. If he could get out and get to Peter… He cursed, mind racing with all the stupid shit his family’s been put through and what they’d ended up putting this kid through.

Jason just hoped the kid would be okay. If he knew his family, they’d make sure of it, one way or another.

Chapter 3

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Sparrow - Ch 2

One Piece Fanfic (Drama/Romance/Suspense)

Pairings: E. Kid x Reader, Sabo x Reader, Lucci x Reader (one sided)

Rating: EXPLICIT, 18+ ONLY

CW: Violence, Language

Chapter Summary: You took nothing with you. No phone, no cash, no weapons, not even a proper pair of shoes. Even intoxicated, he would notice if you took anything with you that wasn't necessary for your task. It was a miracle he allowed you to leave the room in the first place. He had to believe you were only going down the hall. He had to believe you intended to return.

You had to escape.

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Chapter 2: Escape

Lucci swallowed hard. He wasn't above taking you by force, in fact, it looked like he was about to. There was just something about seeing you seem willing for him that made him falter.

He loosened his grip on you and eased back. Reluctantly, he tore his gaze from you to glance at the empty whiskey bottle left on your dresser.

"There are a few bottles in the kitchen," he stated cautiously.

"Good, I'll be back in a minute."

His grip on you tightened as you tried to slip away, and you struggled to hold in a whimper.

"You can go yourself if you prefer. Although, you might find it hard to hide the state of you if anyone else comes looking for a midnight snack."

He followed your gaze down to his tented pants and finally relented, fully releasing you from his grip.

"Don't keep me waiting." It was his final warning before allowing you to leave.

You didn't prepare. You took nothing with you. No phone, no cash, no weapons, not even a proper pair of shoes. Even intoxicated, he would notice if you took anything with you that wasn't necessary for your task. It was a miracle he allowed you to leave the room in the first place. He had to believe you were only going down the hall. He had to believe you intended to return.

You glanced back one final time once you reached the doors to the kitchen. The hall was still empty. Good.

You kept moving, walking calmly and swiftly until you reached the freight elevator. You didn't hesitate to move inside and select the ground floor. There was no turning back now.

The elevator moved agonizingly slow, but somehow you made it down all nine stories. The exit was only a few paces away after you reached the ground floor, and you didn't hesitate to push yourself out and into the dark alley. You almost lost your balance when the cold night air hit you. Your thin cotton t-shirt and shorts did nothing to protect you from the frigid temperatures, but you didn't care. You felt fucking amazing.

You only allowed yourself a second to bask in that feeling before you started running. You weren't sure where you were going. You could figure that out later. Right now, you just had to put as much distance as possible between you and your now former sensei. It wouldn't have taken long for Lucci to realize what you had done. You knew he was already pursuing you. He knew New World City better than you did, especially the district you were currently in. You had to go further, faster. You couldn't take a cab since you had no cash. You could try to boost a car, but that would take time. In the end, your feet made the decision for you as you headed toward familiar ground.

You lost your slip-on shoes as you vaulted over the turnstiles at the subway station entrance. It was a miracle they stayed on as long as they did, but you still cringed as you landed on a floor that looked like it had never been cleaned.

There were only a few trains that were still running this time of night, and you cursed at your own stupidity when you realized none of them were pulled into the station. You hid yourself behind a far column and waited for the next one.

It would be at least another five minutes before the nearest train arrived, but the hairs on the back of your neck were already standing on end. His slow footsteps echoed against the walls of the empty station, announcing his arrival and the end of your pursuit.

"There is no use hiding from me, Sparrow." His low voice carried easily across the platform.

You knew it was going to be tough to get away, but you didn't think he would find you so quickly.

"You have nowhere left to run."

He had you there. Lucci was standing between you and the exit. The only other way out was by train, assuming you found a way to keep him from following you into it. If you could stall him a few more minutes, at least there would be that option. With a lot of luck, you might even be able to push him in front of it as it rolled into the station. Wishful thinking, but it did still bring a smile to your face.

You slowly peered out from behind your column. There was still a large distance between the two of you, although you knew he could close it in an instant if he wanted to.

"Come here, Sparrow. Come to me." He spoke as if he was coaxing out a frightened animal, as if he was afraid that you would try to run again. It surprised you since you knew he could kill you any time he wanted. You could see the gun on his belt, and you were shoeless in nothing but your pajamas.

You took a step out from behind the column, moving parallel to him but no closer.

"Sparrow," he warned. The anger he felt was bubbling further to the surface the longer you made him wait.

You glanced around the station. For a place that filthy, it was severely lacking in debris. There was nothing in sight you could possibly use as a weapon. Your eyes moved to the tunnel where the slowest train that ever existed would eventually arrive. You swore you caught movement out of the corner of your eye, but if the train was that close you would have heard it by now.

Lucci took a step closer, and your eyes flicked back to him. His gaze swept across the darkened tunnel before landing on you again.

"I'm not leaving here without you, Sparrow. You belong to me, and I'll kill anyone who tries to keep you from me." He was becoming more tense, and the way his eyes were straying to the shadows behind you made you question if he was only speaking to you anymore.

"I guess you'll have to kill me, then," you stated plainly. "I'm not going back."

His fists clenched at his sides and his nostrils flared as he seethed in rage. It felt good to make him lose his composure, even it was because he was about to kill you.

You squared your shoulders and slightly bent your knees. You knew you didn't have a chance, but you weren't going to go down without a fight. You didn't know if you were as plain and small and unintelligent as Lucci claimed you were, but you knew you weren't a coward. You at least had that.

You waited for him to attack, but it never came. Instead you watched his eyes widen.

"Don't-" His words were cut off just as darkness fell over the station. You barely had time to register an alarming amount of footsteps before you felt a cloth covering your mouth, pulling you back towards the tunnel. You instinctively gasped for air. That was definitely the wrong move because you recognized the scent as soon as you inhaled it.

Your body fell limp as you quickly lost consciousness. All you could think of in that moment is how you wished that train conductor would suffer a worse fate than death.

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"I can't believe it. It's really her," Koala thought aloud as she helped get you into the back of the car.

"Did you have to drug her, Sabo?" Robin asked as he put the car into gear. The second all of the doors were closed, he hit the gas.

"Robin, scan her. If she's got a tracker, we need it out of her now." He sternly dismissed her question, but there was desperation in his voice. He had almost given up on ever seeing you again. Now that you were back, he had to make sure they wouldn't lose you.

Robin took out a small electronic cylinder from her pocket. She held the object a few inches from your skin and moved it across your body.

"She... She's been gone too long. We have to be careful until we can get somewhere safe," he finally explained.

Robin gave Koala a worried glance but continued scanning you with her tool until a red light indicated she found what she was looking for. Koala held you down while Robin cut into your arm, removing the small electronic chip with thin plyers.

"We need to split up. I'll take the tracker and lead them west," Robin offered.

Sabo slowed the car just long enough to let Robin out. He wasn't worried about her. She was the best they had when it came to hiding from the government. She would lead them on a merry chase before eventually dumping the tracker down a sewer grate. She would probably even pick up donuts on her way back to home base.

"Sabo... what happened to her?" Koala asked from her place next to you in the backseat.

Sabo grimaced. That's what he wanted to know. You were the same you, but you seemed so different. The way you looked at him on the train without a shred of emotion had left him, first officer in the Revolutionary Army, frozen with fear and doubt. What worried him even more was what he heard Rob Lucci say to you just before they pulled you out of there. He pushed the thoughts away as soon as they came. He couldn't let himself get distracted now.

"The man with her was CP9. We will get to the bottom of this Koala, but we have to find a safe place to lay low until we can be sure we aren't still being followed."

"Ivankov's isn't far from here," Koala proposed.

"No. I don't know if he recognized us as Revolutionaries, but it's safer to assume he did. Knowing that, Iva's is the first place they'll look." Sabo grimaced. "In fact, we can rule out any safe house she knew about before she went missing."

"You don't think she would have given that up to them, do you?"

"Twenty four hours ago, I thought she was dead. I don't know what to think." He checked the rear view mirror before making another sharp turn, aimlessly speeding across the city.

"We can take her to Ace? He was never affiliated with us anyway, but you know he'd do anything you asked," Koala suggested.

"Can't. He's over in the Grand Line for at least a week. You think the doctor will take her?"

Koala shook her head. "You already owe him enough favors. Besides, do you really want an asshole like him watching over her?"

Sabo let a sly grin form on his face. "No, but that gives me an idea."

"What is it?"

"I don't think you're going to like it."

"Sabo, did you just turn south?"

"In fact, I'm pretty sure you'll hate it."

"You can't be serious."

"She never met him. We didn't even take him on as a supplier until after she was gone."

"He's a criminal! How can you trust him with this?"

"He hates the government as much as we do, he's done much worse for less cash than I'm willing to offer, and even though he's an asshole, he's a man of his word. If he accepts, he won't betray us."

Koala shook her head as she finished dressing the wound on your arm. She brushed the stray hairs out of your face and muttered under her breath, "This is going to be a disaster."

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I'm Yours - Ch. 6 Mystery of Love

Toto's POV

Her question lay heavy in the air; it was not the tension that made it dense; it was the exact opposite, actually. All she did today was tease, and by no means were her actions tortuous; it was the fact she was doing it unintentionally. I wish she knew the effect she had on men, or for the first time, I found someone who makes me struggle to think clearly. Being around her made me feel warm, wanting her close to me, especially right now, even when she could barely make eye contact with me on her little proposition to unwind together for a bit. My heart gushes to protect her timidness, but soon, that will change; I hope she will no longer have to fear me when she requests anything because I will give her anything she desires. I soften my actions as I get up from the chair and step directly in front of her, almost towering her. I take my hand and use my index finger to hook under her chin and reply honestly, just above a whisper, "I would love to." Those doe eyes and her smile have me weak; only if she knew. I can get lost in the eyes all the time. I take this chance to lower and extend my hand to her. Y/N takes hold, and I lead us to the sofa.

This time, I want to position us and make it more comfortable since I am still determining how long we will have like this together. We walk towards the sofa, and I sit first and then look up at her; I won't lie. Seeing her standing in front of me in the little gap between my legs was a beautiful sight; she was assessing my every movement, but I couldn't help how perfect she looked, just ready. I let out a breath; I didn't know what I was holding and tried to stop my mind from running wild on the possibilities I could do with her like this. I take the chance to guide her on how I want her to sit and position herself so she is as comfortable as possible. "So you're going to sit on my right.....but you are going to lay both your legs across my thighs. That way, you can wrap your arms around me and lay your head on my chest if you want to.....Are you okay with that if I put my arms around you?" I don't often ask whether my actions are okay. Still, since this is intimate, her consent is a little necessary, especially since I want her to relax. She just nods, and even though I would take that as an answer, I need to draw the answer out of her; I want her to be vocal, "Schatzi, I need words." I was in awe to see her shiver; I hadn't realized that even though I spoke softly, my register was relatively low, but she reacted instantly. I see her gulp, almost clearing her throat to say, "Yes, you can put your arms around me."

"Okay ..... Good.... now come and sit," I nod and can't help but grin. I hold out my hand so she has something to steady herself as she sits to my right and then lifts her legs until they are over my thighs. She makes eye contact but then glances at my chest and back up to my eyes; I know she is silently asking again if I am okay, and I nod. She shuffles towards me to wrap her arms around me and lay her head on my chest. I am engulfed in her warmth; she radiates so much heat it's intoxicating in the most pleasant way. I take the chance to wrap my arms around her waist and lean back into the sofa so I'm not stiff as I sit and look down at her.

I couldn't believe she was in my arms again. I take the chance to sit and reflect on the previous day and all of today's events. Everything has so far been surreal, and the thought of this all ending soon in a matter of days will kill both of us. I have never craved anyone more, but Y/N is the only person whose touch I want the most. She has become a necessity; I don't know how I will last long without her touch. I need to devise a plan to bring her to England during the winter break, give her a tour of the facility, and get her used to everything before starting in February. That's the plan; it's away from her to get used to her future normalcy and would be a nice vacation for her. I pull myself out of my own thoughts and check to see if Y/N is comfortable and to break the silence. "Y/N...." "mhmmm....." "Are you feeling okay?" "I am quite content, actually." "That's good to hear," I just feel her nod. "I have never felt this peace before; everything feels right, Toto." I know this will break a boundary, but I kiss her head and then rest my chin on top of it. Her responsiveness to my actions brings another level of possessiveness; she melts further into me. "I couldn't agree with you more, Schatzi." I feel the vibration of her hum. We sit in silence for a little more until I feel her arms uncoil from around my torso to place them tucked in between her body and lay on my torso. She softly speaks, "No offence, my arms got tired, and you are huge to wrap my arms around." Her comment made me chuckle, "It's okay, as long as you are comfortable, that's the only thing that matters to me." in saying that, I placed another kiss on her head.

This time, she lifted her head to look up at me; even though the room was dim, I could see her pupils were blown wide. The desire is evident in her eyes for the first time, but I see her bite her bottom lip, almost too timid to act. I unclasp my hands around her waist and wrap my left arm around her waist. I bring my right hand to cup her neck and have my thumb stroke her cheek. Her head lulls into my hand as if she depended on my touch. I pull her face forward to kiss her, to feel her lips on mine. The kiss starts slow and gentle, but the more it progresses, the more it becomes passionate. Her hands move from between us to both resting on my chest. I pull her closer, not wanting any more space between us. I feel her shift her legs, so I lose my grasp, but I do not want to break the kiss and feel her adjust until she sits. She goes from her legs draped over my thighs to straddling them, but she is too afraid to move forward to press into me. With both my hands around her waist, I pull her in closer. Even though I'm slouched on the sofa, she sits just below the navel. She is propped up on her knees, making it so we are almost level kissing each other, and I make sure to hold onto her waist, making sure she is steady. Knowing she won't move now, I want to explore more of her and feel every inch of Y/N's skin on my lips. I start peppering kisses from her lips onto her jawline and back to her ear.

I take a second to focus on that area below her ear where her neck meets, nip at the skin, and then soothe it with my tongue before leaving more kisses. Her moans in my ear encourage me to keep what I am doing. I note that her sweater is in the way, and I start tugging at it, signalling if I can take it off; she nods frantically. Now, I could just rip it off her, but where is the fun in that? I take my time; I move my hands from her waist and travel up her torso through the bottom of her sweater; she gasps at the new point of contact but has yet to remove the clothing. She gasps and lets her head fall back, a bit encouraged. I start to place more kisses around her neck, her scent intoxicating my nostrils, but at the same time, I could stay buried in her neck for ages.

Finally ending my little tease of running my hands up and down her torse inside her sweater, I move my hands down to her waist, pull the shirt until it's over her head, and toss it to the side of the sofa. She takes a chance to sit on me, not realizing our actions have made me rock hard. I let out a little groan; she immediately went to her knees, her face laced with concern. A smirk pulls to face, and I entertain her little reaction; she must be so new and doesn't know how to react. Y/N is flustered by my touch, and I decide to rub my hands up and down her thighs to calm her down, and I hear her speak. "Toto, are you okay? You let out a groan." Her eyes kept darting from my eyes to my lips, trying to figure out if she should be concerned. "Ohhh, I'm perfect schatzi... you don't know what you do to me...." I keep rubbing her thighs, making her shiver; I feel her lean her forehead to mine, "Toto, I could say the same for you...." She pulls at my collar to kiss me again. Her fire is like none other, but I am afraid this could be new to her, that this is all new to her, and I decide to break the kiss. "Y/N, I have to ask, not because I am not enjoying this. But have you ever been with someone..." She bites her lip, and I see her cheeks turn red, and she instinctively goes to bury her head in the crook of my neck. I take it as a confirmation that it is, and I make sure my tone is comforting. "Ohhhh schatzi, please don't be embarrassed..... everyone has a first." I feel her huff into my neck so weirdly that I am even more turned on by her embarrassment. She is my perfect little angel; she is my good girl, and it's cute to see her flustered and experiencing everything for the first time. I want to be her first for everything she shares. I feel her lift her head from the crock of my neck. She pulls away slightly, now facing me, "Is it that obvious, like I never intended to wait this long in my life, but being with you, I want to experience new things and ...." I cup her face and kiss her gently with much tenderness, and she does the same, dropping her hands from my shoulders to my biceps. "Y/N, I want you to experience every first with me, including this one, I just don't want to hurt you, and I feel bad for being in a shitty hotel room to do it." I feel her toy with one of the buttons on my dress shirt and let my words sink into her head. I gently push her to sit on my lap again, but this time directly on my hard cock, and hearing her gasp is music to my ears. Still, I want to continue what I was saying to lighten the mood because I don't want to make it seem like I can't put out either. "You feel that... I'm hard all because of you. Y/N, you make me like a horny teenager at school, I can't resist you, and I want to have my way with you, but I don't want to start out rough if you don't know the pleasure..." I intentionally leave that thought open-ended, hoping she questions it.

"Pleasure?" There is my good girl, "Yes...pleasure... if you’re still up to it, let me give you a taste of it...." She bites her lip, giving it some thought until I see her hesitantly nod agree. "Schatzi, you know I like words; use that pretty little voice of yours," "Yes.." "Yes, what.." "Yes... I... uhh. I want a taste of pleasure..." I cup her cheek and stroke my thumb over her bottom lip, quivering, "That's my good girl." She just nods again, and I pull her in for another kiss.

"When I get up, wrap your legs around me, okay?" "Okay." I make sure that both my hands are under her thighs and get up in one swift motion. I guide her legs to ensure they wrap around my waist, and she hooks her arms around my neck. I have her in my arms, and she giggles at my actions and us standing. I lean in to kiss her again, make my way toward the bed, and place her gently on it, making sure not to break the kiss. Once I lay her down, I pulled away and stood in front of her. She propped herself on her elbows, curious about what would happen next. "You trust me, right, Y/N?" I hope she learns by now that I like hearing her verbal confirmation instead of simply nodding; she nods, but I see her ready to speak, "Yes, I trust you, Toto." I let out a hum of approval, "Good... before I go further, you okay if I say strip you down to achieve your pleasure?" I can't help that my lips slightly curl into a smirk, but her not knowing what I have in store for her has me hard just at the thoughts. I see her nod again, and just as I think, I need to remind her of words, "Yyy... yes... you can, uhh, strip me." "Good, that's my good girl." I come to the other side of the bed, where I can sit with my legs hanging off the edge of the bed; this way is more intimate and less intimidating for Y/N. Closing the gap between us, I start kissing her again, but it is soft and tender; I cupped her cheek to not rush the subsequent few actions. I take my other hand and tug at the tank top button, telling her I will take off this piece of clothing first; she nods into the kiss. I move both hands to the bottom of the shirt and gently pull it over her head, only breaking the kiss for a second, tossing it in the same direction as her sweater. She is now left in a cream-coloured bra and her leggings. I take the chance to start kissing down her jawline to her neck and pepper kisses along her collarbone down to her chest and back up. I kiss every inch of her exposed skin as I slowly remove her bra straps off her shoulders and move my hand up to unclasp it from behind. Doing so, I feel her shiver under my touch. I make myself aware to see if she starts feeling self-conscious since I know she has a habit of that and wants to be there to reassure her; taking this mental note, I begin to remove the Y/N's bra and toss it to the floor next to us. I keep kissing her to ensure she feels warm, knowing that her body is starting to feel all different things and soon collide with other extremes.

Moving my kisses back up her neck, over her jawline, and to her lips again, I slowly nudge her to lie entirely on the bed. Once I have her laid down, we kiss sensually until I start back on my path, but this time to remove her leggings. I know this is taking my time with Y/N, but it matters most that she is comfortable and confident the entire time; I do not want her to walk out of this room with any self-pity or loathing. It would be painful to see that hurt the most beautiful woman I've seen. Continuing down my string of kisses until I'm in between her breasts, I lift my right hand and, taking the back of my hand, I brush her nipple. I hear her gasp and look up to see if she is okay. To my sight, Y/N has her eyes closed and enjoying the pleasure. I continue on a few times until I get to use my hand and message the breast; she moans and arches into my touch. I resume my actions but start rubbering my thumb other the now erected nipple, making sure that it is perked up; feeling satisfied and seeing that Y/N is feeling enjoying herself, I bring my mouth close to her nipple and lick it softly, looking up to see her reaction, she gasps loudly and looks down, I smile wickedly and continue until my mouth is latch on and sucking and flickering her nipple with my tongue. Her skin tasted so sweet, and I started doing the same with the other nipple as my mouth was attached to this one. I ensure it's fully erected and tender enough to toy with it in my mouth. Y/N the entire time is very responsive; her gasping my name, arching into my touch, and every now and then bucking her hips into me gives me a sense she might be ready for what I have next in store for her. Deciding this is enough teasing of her breast, I start placing a kiss in between the valley of her breast and down her stomach to her leggings. I reach the top of her navel and tug slightly at the material, seeing if it is okay to take them off; she nods again. I hooked my fingers on the material and kissed every inch of newly exposed skin, going down her legs, removing the entire bottoms along with her underwear, and placing kisses as I returned to her navel again. I stop to look up at Y/N; she looks gorgeous naked in front of me, and I take this time to explain one thing before moving forward. "If anything I do hurts, you let me, and I will stop, okay, Y/N?" "Okay, Toto."

Pleased with her response, I place both my hands on her knees and gently push them apart. Just looking at her pussy, its glistens in the dim light. I kiss the inside of her thighs until I reach her pussy, not wanting to start right away, latching my mouth on her clit; I want to toy with her, see how many orgasms I can get out of her, to hear her scream my name in pleasure. "Look at you so wet for me, and I have barely started," I take my index finger and swipe up her slick, and her moan escapes her lips as I do this. I bring the digit to my lips and suck on her slick, fuck, she tastes so sweet; I could be buried in the pussy for ages just eating her out; I look to see she is blushing seriously at what I just did. I let my hand fall from my lips and used that same finger to trace circles on her thigh, "Y/N, you have been holding back on such a sweet pussy, now I can't resist, but first we start off slow, okay." She nods again, the finger I use to trace circles on her thigh; I bring closer to her pussy. I run my finger up and down, spreading some of her juice as a lubricant. I prep her pussy and slip just one finger in; I hear Y/N moan and look up to see her head toss back in pleasure. I continue to push the finger in until it bottoms out. Fuck, her pussy is so tight, and she squeezes my finger; I can't help but think how my hard cock will feel pushing into her, and I feel my cock twitch in my pants. I slowly move my finger in and out, ensuring she feels no pain. I see that she is moving her hips to my movement and take this as a chance to add a second finger. I hear her moan again and the new feeling, but I sense that she is enjoying it with her head back and hips meeting the thrust of my fingers. I leave it at just two fingers, not wanting to overwhelm her in one go and start finding a rhythm. As I begin to thrust my fingers in and out of her faster, I feel her walls flutter; she is close, so I pick up the pace a bit more, hearing her moan my name as she reaches her peak, "Toto.....ahhh....don't.... aaah...stop." It's music to my ears, and I keep pace until her walls are tightened around my fingers. "That's it cum for me, Y/N, be a good girl and cum." I feel her walls clamp on my fingers, and she lets out an elongated moan. I don't stop thrusting my fingers, letting her ride out her high; once a few moments, I slow my thrusts and see if she is okay.

I don't know what washed over me to start giving her names, but at this moment, that was all I wanted her to do: claim my possession over her. "How's my little princess feeling? You were amazing for your first orgasm." She is a little breathless, so I let her calm down. I want to draw as many orgasms out of her today as I can; I want her to crave this feeling more; I want to see her unable to walk from my doing. "Mmmm, that was amazing da... Toto." I see her blush; she just tried to call me daddy, fuck I can feel the wetness in my briefs; she's daddy's little girl, daddy's little princess; I want to draw it out of her; I want her to call me daddy. "What did you call? What did my little princess say, hmmm? I want to hear it ..." I see the hesitation in her eyes, but he takes a deep breath.

"I... uuh... I... called you da...daddy?" She is almost wincing, thinking I would be mad, and is the opposite; she's my little girl, "Are you daddy's good girl? You think you can handle what daddy's going to do next?" I see her frantically nod. I wish she knew by now that I love hearing and wanting to be vocal about what she wants. "No, princess, Daddy needs words." I don't say it too sternly. Still, with enough dominance to tell her to correct her actions, she breathes again, "I'm ready for more, Daddy." "Good girl, my good little angel."

I say this and lower my mouth to her pussy and lick a long strip up her slit. I see her head tossed back and moaning from my actions. I smile and continue a few more times and latch my mouth to her clit and start sucking lightly. I'm sucker her little bundle of nerves and flick her clit with my tongue a few times, her moans turning into whimpers. Seeing she is thoroughly enjoying the sensation, I continue my tonguing her clit and sucking, alternating between the two until she is close. She was really enjoying my mouth on her pussy because she was leaking more than before, her slick running down my chin, making my face a mess, and it was making my cock hurt, especially since I was making her feel on cloud nine while I'm still fully clothed. I know how to relieve myself, but I want Y/N to cum a few more times before I satisfy myself. I feel her breathing start to pick up, and I focus more on her clit, just flicking it constantly with my tongue, which was now making her chase her release more, "I...I'm... ahh....close... ah.....d....don't ...stop..." "Mmmm, that's it.. mmm cum...mmm for daddy!" Just like that, she came, her juices flowing out of her so fast I couldn't catch it all in my mouth. I kept lapping up whatever I could and felt the rest dripping down my face. I looked up to see her back arched high up off the mattress and gripping the sheet, her chest rising and falling rapidly. I could feel that she was now coming down from her high, so I pulled back where and made my way to her to see if she was doing okay. I want to ensure I will continue on; I already made her cum twice; I just want to make sure before I do more I'm not hurting her.

I am close to Y/N on the bed, and I reach down to cup her cheek; she looks blissed out as I rub my thumb gently on her cheek, "You are doing so well, Y/N, more than I had anticipated. You have the most sweet-tasting pussy; you help back on me. Hmmm.... see for yourself." I lean down and capture her lips. She kisses me hungrily, pulling her head up a tad to deepen the kiss and allow my tongue to enter. She immediately concedes the fight for dominance and is, at this point, French kissing. I pull back slowly and look her in the eyes, "How are you feeling, Y/N? Nothing too painful; you think you can last another round?" I let my question sink into her mind for a bit. I don't want to force her to overwork her body; these feelings are all relatively new to her, and to feel the extremes collide, you just have to be careful.

I take a second as I stroke her hair with my other hand to look at the time; it's roughly 9:40pm, meaning I could draw out another orgasm and give her proper aftercare and be able to drive her home. I hope she says yes; if not, I am still more than happy to make the aftercare session longer and talk more about what she liked from the session and what I hope this can do, not just sexual but as a relationship; she pulls me from my thoughts. "I... I... I'm feeling bliss.... uhhhh.. a little sore, more muscles tensing and releasing, but I don't feel pain... I think... I can do another round," She says, the last part biting her lip as if shy to say she wants to keep going. I couldn't help but smile widely; she was pushing herself, and I was making her limit, but she had confidence that she could handle it. I lean down to give her a gentle kiss and nod my mouth okay.

I pull away and start kissing down her jawline and pepper more down her neck. As I leave kisses down her neck and start moving towards her breasts, my hand massages her breasts. Trying something new, I rub my thumb over her nipples until they harden; once they are perked, I start to pinch them with my thumb and index fingers, hearing her gasp as I move further down her stomach and soon reach her navel. I place a few kisses around that area and down to her inner thighs, feeling her squirm underneath me from all the tease the rest of her body is getting. I move my hands from her breast to wrap my arms around her hips and legs as if in a headlock, but with one hand, resting the small area below her navel to keep her still. She is looking down at me, waiting in anticipation once I dive my head in, hoping I will break eye contact. Instead, I latch my mouth on her clit without breaking eye contact and suck; her eyes rolling back in pleasure, turned me on and sucked harder. Moving from her clit to licking her slit, I place my thumb on her clit and start rubbing it in small circles. She tried to buck her hips but failed because of my grip around her hips and legs. Her moans fill my ears as I continue pursuing her pleasure. I would stop one action and continue the other; I wanted to edge her to orgasm and see if she could handle a little pain before intense pleasure. She has taken everything so well today; I am genuinely proud of her, especially since this is the first time she has felt the satisfaction of such intensity. Deciding to stop the alternating actions, are start to rub her clit in tight circles and suck harder on her pussy lips and lick my tongue against her slightly; her moans begin to be drawn out and soon become whimpers. I feel her getting closer and closer, and I pick up the pace, my thumb moving faster and start flicking my tongue to her clit as well. I hear her moan become drawn and turn into whimpers, "That's cum for me, cum Y/N," continuing my actions, she cums, but the amount of assault I gave her pussy thus far caused her to squirt. Her stimulation caused me to create such a beautiful mess that I kept lapping her juices as she squirted, not wanting any of it to go to waste.

"So beautiful for daddy....mmmm....yes squirt more princess.... mmm....squirt for daddy... make a mess ... ohh fuck daddy loves that you make a mess for him" I move one of my hands away from Y/N's leg and go to start buttoning my pants. I slowly lap her juices and quickly work my pants until my cock is unleashed from its confinement. I hiss as the cold air hits it; I need to relieve myself now; her squirting was the last straw, don't get me wrong, I can go without cumming, but her action put me at my wit's end. "Daddy is going to use your slick, okay? He needs to use your slick to cum" I just see her nod frantically, now watching what I was doing. I take my hand and open palm her pussy, she whimpers at the overstimulation, and I smile at her, bucking her hand into me; I give her pussy a slap, and she moans and looks at what I'm about to do. I take that same palm and smear her slick all over my cock. She bites her lip, seeing her like she is turned on by my action but too tired to help. I look her in the eyes, and I start jerking my hand up and down my cock, "Daddy.... got so horny... uuhhhhh...seeing his princess cum so many times... you see... how hard.... daddy is for you." I could barely get out what I wanted to say, the sensation hitting like a freight train. She moves closer to the edge of the bed, watching my actions intently, and as my hand moves faster on my cock, I know I'm getting close. I hear Y/N pull me from my thoughts. "Cum for me, Daddy, make a mess on me. I wanna see my daddy cum for his little princess" I groan so hard hearing those words come from her mouth, those exact words sending me over the edge as ropes of cum land on her stomach and breast. I come down from my high and see her smiling up at me; I have never felt more lucky to have her; she is my everything.

I lean down and kiss the top of her head, and she lets out a hum, just being content with the happenings of this evening. "You did so well for me, Y/N. I am very proud of you. Come here, let's go shower, and I'll drop you off at home." She nods at the command I give her; I hold my hand out to see if she can stand on her own two feet. Her tiny hand takes hold of mine, and she can stand, but her legs look like they can give at any minute. I place my hands at her waist and help guide us to the washroom. I turn on the lights and have her lean against the sink. I head to the shower and turn on the water, making it slightly hotter than usual to help her muscles relax. I returned to her to ensure her safety and started taking off my button. She reaches out, "Let me," Stunned by her request, I nod and step forward. She starts unbuttoning the shirt; I steady her face; even though she is blissed out, her actions are concentration. I feel her pull at the shirt to remove it from my pants, and I let it drop to the floor. I take the chance to slip off my boxer briefs and pants in one go, and I see her put her hair in a bun; I make a mental note to not wash her hair. Seeing her done, I move closer, placing my hands at her waist and placing a tender kiss on her forehead, feeling her lean into the kiss.

I help guide her into the shower and put her under the water first; she hums at the temperature approval. I let both our bodies get completely soaked for a while, enjoying the warmth from the shower, and I lean down to your ear, speaking gently, "Are you okay if I shower you?" "mmmmm.... yes, Toto, I would love that." I smile at her answer, then kiss her temple. I remove one of my hands from around her waist and grab the shower cloth, placing it under the water to soak; I hold my shower gel, wanting her to feel comfort in my scent and put a generous amount of the cloth. I lather the liquid into the fabric a few times before placing it on Y/N's skin. Satisfied by its look, I set it around her neck and take the cloth and wash that area of it, moving it around to see every inch of that area covered in foam, moving down to her shoulders and then running the cloth all around her back then down to her plump ass.

I move my hand with the fabric back up to her shoulders and pull her backside into my front side, allowing her to lean into me as I shower her front. I went to wrap both my arms around her torso and placed a gentle kiss on her temple; she leaned into me, more relaxed. I could see the smile on her lips, and it brought me peace. I unwrap my arms around her torso, take the cloth, start from across her chest, and see the foam cover up on her body down her body; those small actions make her gasp a little, making me chuckle silently at her reaction to my touch. Finishing lathering her body, I guide her under the water to rinse it all off. I put my hands around her waist to guide her in, turning around to allow her to rinse off her back; she is now facing me and places her hands around my waist, and I lean down to kiss her lips. Our kiss is soft and gentle, just taking in the moment of the care for her; I pull away slightly and just our foreheads to each other, "All clean," I say and couldn't help but smile, and she giggles. She whispers, "Now your turn," she takes the shower cloth, puts a bit more of my shower gel, starts at my chest, and works her way down to my torso. I see the concentration in her eyes and the amount of care and gentleness she takes. This is truly the first time she has me in awe, and it becomes a realization that making sure and double-checking is care, not timidness. I leave this thought in my head when she says, "Okay, time to rinse." I nod and move to the showerhead.

Once I'm done rinsing off, I turn off the water and step out of the shower to get us towels. I take hold of the first one I see and give it to Y/N before taking another and wrapping it around my waist. I help Y/N step out of the shower, "Why don't you dry off, and I go grab your clothes?" "okay, thank you Toto." I smile and exit the washroom; I go find all her clothes to see that she is dried off, but still, as the towel wraps around her, she thanks me again for the gesture. I close the washroom door to give her a bit of privacy, and I start doing the same, but in a quicker manner. I pat dry my body and go to the drawers to grab a pair of joggers and a black cable-knit wool-cashmere sweater.

Is it a little cliche to forgo underwear? Yes, is it only a drive to her house? Yes, but honestly, I am returning to the hotel and will be stripped naked before sleeping. So it's one less thing to wear. I slip on my sneakers, and as I am done, I see Y/N step out. She is wearing her leggings and sweater, but I can see she is also taking the chance to not wear her tank top. The material in her hand looks more than just that item of clothing. I don't put more thought into it as she smiles shyly and walks to her bag to put those items of clothing away and then gets her boots on; she doesn't tie up the laces since she will be taking them off as soon as she gets home. I look at her, "Ready to go?" "Yes." "And... are you good to walk... or would you like me to carry you?" She smiles towards me while lifting her arms up, squealing, "Carry me!" I smile, take her bag, and put it on my shoulders; I place my hands around her waist, lift her up, and pull her close. She wraps her legs around my torso and her arms around my neck, placing her head in the crook of my neck. I put my one arm as if it was like a ledge for her to sit on and the other wrapped around her back. As I did so, I couldn't help but chuckle; it had dawned on me that she was not wearing her bra; she also wanted to be more comfortable. She could get a sense of my new discovery and started to giggle. I chime in, "Schatzi, did you decide it was a good idea to not wear anything underneath?" I hear her laugh but answer my question, "Mmm.. no" "Are you lying to me, Schatzi?" She giggles again, "Maybe... what are you going to do about it?" playing along with her little antics, I tap my hand on her ass, causing her to shiver. Does she like that? I can't tell, so I repeat my actions with more force; she gasps; she definitely likes the idea, "Ohh, does my princess need to be punished?" "I promise it won't happen again," she chimed quickly; I let it go instantly but mentally noted the idea of trying again next time. "Okay, Schatzi, but only because you promise." She kisses my neck and hums to my answer; she will be the death of me. With that, I head toward the door to exit the hotel room; I glance quickly at one of the surrounding clocks, and it's 10:30pm as we head out.

#toto wolff #daddy toto #f1 #formula 1 #totowolffsmut #aftercare #daddyslittleprincess #showertogether

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theladyofshalott1989 · 5 months

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Meet Sebastian Sallow and Damien Evans from the Like Moths to a Flame series on AO3!

Sebastian Sallow POV

Male Ravenclaw MC

Sebastian Sallow x Male MC Slash

#characterstudy #slowburn #friendstolovers #eventualsmut #excessivehandholding #furioussnogging #willtheywontthey #sebastiansallowneedsahug #sebastiansallowgetsmorethanonehug

2 completed stories...

2 collections of one-shots...

175,000+ words and counting... Book One: Like Moths to a Flame Collection of Sebastian and Damien one-shots: Heart's Pleasure First Book Two: Burning Bright Collection of Ominis and Anne one-shots: Love's Not Time's Fool

With wonderful reader fan art (!) and author-curated Spotify playlists :)

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Some Excerpts from Likes Moths to a Flame (Book One):

Ch. 2: Sebastian nodded, standing up from the table. "Well, I should get going. Can't keep my new charge waiting."

"Good luck." Ominis saluted.

Sebastian made his way out of the dining hall, his mind racing with questions and possibilities.

Who was Damien? What was his story? And why had he requested Sebastian specifically?

Sebastian would have to investigate for himself.

Ch. 6: "Looks like we were followed," Sebastian whispered.

Damien grimaced. "It seems so."

"Maybe we should invite them over to tea and have a nice chat."

"I guess we should be flattered," Damien replied, snickering under his breath.

Ch. 13: Sebastian, not one to be one-upped by a Gryffindor, followed Natty's lead, and when there was a small break between casts, shouted at Damien, "Give 'em what for!"

Damien scanned the crowd, searching for Sebastian, and when they made eye contact, tossed him a winning grin with an unexpected wink. Sebastian blushed.

It took Sebastian a moment to realize Natty had stopped watching the match and was looking at him with a curious expression.

"What?" Sebastian asked, his voice coming out rougher than he intended.

"He didn't wink at me."

"What do you mean?" he said, feigning ignorance.

Natty gave him a sly grin but kept quiet. She shifted her attention back to the duel.

Ch. 23: Sebastian's fingers tangled in Damien's hair, pulling him closer as their bodies pressed together. The feel of Damien's warmth against him was intoxicating. Damien smelled like fresh, uncut grass and the delicate aroma emanating from the pages of an old book. But there was something else lurking beneath the surface, a hint of excitement and the thrill of the unknown, as if he carried the essence of adventure itself in his very being.

Ch. 37: What did he want? He wanted Damien, without a doubt. Damien was his. But how could he say that without pushing him away?

#sebastian sallow fanfiction #sebastian sallow x male mc fanfiction #sebastian sallow x male mc #sebastian sallow x mc #hogwarts legacy fanfic #hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow

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babstheyaga · 1 year

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Fear Me Or Die: Ch. Two: The Bath, Day 1

Pairing(s) for chapter: BumbleBee/Reader, Optimus/Reader, Oc&Reader

Previous ch. - Next ch,

Word count for chapter: 8.8k

Rating for chapter: Explicit

Warnings for this chapter: Violence, choking, blood, attempted sexual assault, curse words

A/n: This is where it starts to get a bit spicy...

Derek and I had talked for a while, Optimus taking his grand ol' time as we presumed he was lecturing them thoroughly. I was getting more worried about the dark haired man. His nose never stopped bleeding, his forehead seeping blood as well. I couldn't do much with my hands tied but had asked him to half-way take off his shirt, just so he could hold it to his face to try and stop the bleeding. But he told me no, making me upset that he was denying care from even me. I cared about him enough to not want him to die, I cared about him enough to not want him to be in as much pain as he was now.

But right now, he just needed a distraction. And honestly, so did I. I wasn't as worried about myself as I was worried about him. Sure BumbleBee decked me, and my jaw still sent pain spikes down my neck and up my head... But let's face it, that was nothing compared to the beaten man before me. I leaned into him, giving him the option to lean his head on mine, to which he did. He was exhausted, as was I. The cool, quickly turning into night air, it smelled a lot different than it did in the city. I had never really been able to go out into the middle of the woods before... The sound of crickets and cicadas chirping at full volume drowned out the yelling of the excited terrorists. But it wasn't enough to drown out my intense thoughts.

The repetitive motion of the male's breath on my head was calming my mind, just realizing that someone else was there, someone who didn't want to kill me or hurt me... It made my racing thoughts slow, it made my heart at peace. I wanted to sit here for as long as possible, taking in the fresh, crisp air through my dried, painful airways. The atmosphere sending chills down my spine and relaxing nature of the outside world was like nothing someone could describe in a moment like this. The occasional sound of a bullfrog, or possibly a toad croaking over the loud noise of crickets, signaling that a lake or a swamp was near.

I wanted this moment to last ages. Even if both of us were in pain, even if our lives could possibly be taken away from us in the next upcoming days... We found peace in the madness, peace in the chaos that seemed to wreak havoc on this day from start to finish. The quiet evening air made me nuzzle my head into the nook of Derek's neck, his warm, tough skin pressing against my forehead as I took in a breath of his scent. He wasn't the best smelling person at this time, sweat and iron lingering in my nose and stinging the backs of my sinuses. I didn't want to move, though it was an uncomfortable scent, I sat still and tried to enjoy it. Feeling his heart racing on my head was like a tell-all sign that he was living. That he was okay. I didn't want to lose him, he was my protector now. When BumbleBee had hit me, he stood up for me. Something I wasn't quite used to in my younger years.

I knew this moment wasn't going to last ages though. I knew Optimus was probably on his way back towards us as we sat here and thought to ourselves. I blinked a few times, allowing my distressed, blood-shot eyes to flutter open and look around. I took in a deep breath, signaling to the man above me that I needed to stretch. He pulled away, taking in his own deep breath and opening his eyes as well. He yawned, intoxicating me and causing me to do the same. He chuckled at my sympathy towards his action, me giving him a soft grin in return. I swallowed, looking past the male next to me and towards the threesome walking towards us.

BumbleBee was signing something to Arcee, and to my surprise, she was signing something back. Perhaps they did not want Optimus to hear...

Optimus began by saying my name. I tilted my head up and watched them approach us. “Derek, Arcee would like to say something to you.” The dark male stepped aside, allowing for the Asian woman to let out a huff.

“I was told not to hurt you anymore. It got out of hand and I'm sorry...” She mumbled the last part, earning a clearing of the throat from Optimus. “Optimus, I'm not a child- I shouldn't have to apologize to this politician boot-licker! He cussed at Bee, and you know how I feel about people doing that shit to-” But he just cleared his throat louder. She went silent, shaking her head and huffing a deep puff, she crossed her arms and licked her canines. “I'm sorry.” She rushed out, earning a nod from the tall man.

“BumbleBee?” He asked the shorter male. He looked at Optimus, then at me. Glaring daggers into my soul as he struggled to even lift a finger at me. I honestly didn't want an apology, because I knew the second he got another chance to hit me again, he would do it. So as the blonde man argued a little with his boss, I interrupted.

“I-I don't need one. I-I know that I was in the wrong and was out of place. Please don't make him say something he won't mean.” I could feel my head sit a little higher at those words. My pride showing, even if I stuttered, I could see my sight clear up a little.

“Oh?” Optimus questioned. BumbleBee stared at me, brows folding awkwardly. He was clearly shocked, not sure how to respond to my surprising action. I was being honest, but maybe not entirely. I was honest when I said he wouldn't mean his apology. But I wasn't being honest when I didn't say full reasoning. If he apologized now, and if Optimus left us alone again... I was positive he would somehow use it against me. He would find a reason to hurt me again, and I didn't want to hear someone lie to me.

“You're a lucky one to have her, Bee. Yup, that's a keeper.” Jazz dipped in, pulling his glasses down slightly and winking at the blonde before doing an odd shimmy away from the crowd and towards a silver Porsche. Getting the middle finger from BumbleBee, Arcee swatted his hand down, trying to keep him out of more trouble.

“Are you sure about that, little lady?” Optimus asked me, turning his head and smirking a handsome smirk. I really didn't understand why everyone was suddenly being so nice to me, not even an hour ago, I was being thrown onto cars, punched in the face, and man-handled.

“Y-Yes...” I replied. He nodded slowly. Studying me before turning back to the brute.

“BumbleBee.” He told, earning the attention of the distracted blonde who was talking to Arcee. “Why are your wife's hands still bound...?” He asked coolly. I felt a spike go down my back, opening my mouth, shock taking me by surprise that they were being serious about the whole wife thing. The blonde rolled his eyes, bringing his thumb to his chin, flicking it off dramatically, before bringing a flat palm to his chest, then brushing his chin with his closed thumb and connecting it into flat palms together. He snarled his nose at the giant, shaking his head and starting to walk toward me. “The quicker you accept it, the quicker you will get over yourself.” Optimus told him, watching him carefully as he made his way to my kneeled body. He reached a rough hand down to my arm closest to him, helping, yet forcing me to stand. I flinched at his harsh grip on me, turning around where I could only see him from the corner of my eye.

He searched his cargo pants for something, going through three zippers before Arcee said a quick, “Bee, here-” She tossed a small shiny object to the blonde, him grabbing it mid-air and propping it open, revealing a switch blade. My back straightened, feeling uneasy at the sight of one of my captors being near me with a knife like that. He grabbed my wrists, sawing at the thick rope for only a second before it snapped, he did that with three rows before slapping my wrists down and to my front.

I carefully pulled my hands to my stomach, the cramps in my arms making it difficult to move them right away. I gently rubbed the bright pink indents in my wrists, thinking to myself that it might have scarred... Damn, that'd be one hell of a scar story.

BumbleBee grabbed one of my wrists, making me whimper and flinch, almost attempting to back up but only to see him examining my wound. In the middle of either of my inner palms were nail indentations, dried blood covering my fingertips and hands. He picked at it, making me try and take my hands away as it hurt. He saw me react, looking into my eyes, glanced down at my wounds then back up to me. I gulped, moving my lips uncomfortably. Having a hard time understanding him but thought that I got what he was trying to say.

“I-I did them...” I admitted, he shook his head abruptly, like he was shaking the shock away. He let go of one of my wrists, but I kept it hovered. He brought one flat hand up to his head, pulling away and only leaving his pinky and thumb up, shaking his head like a question. I panicked a little, looking to the only two people who could speak ASL.

“He's asking why. Why did you do it.” Arcee answered, situating herself on one foot, leaning on it, and crossing her arms.

“O-Oh... I um... I got nervous...” I said weakly, trying to retract my fingers into my palms because his sight on my open wound was making me anxious. He kept his other hand free, signing too quickly that it was hard to keep up. I looked to Arcee again for help.

“Why would you do something like that? Like what are you some kind of masochist?” She explained. I looked down at the ground, not really understanding the word masochist. He suddenly slapped my hands, making me jump and pull them to me. I looked to him and saw him laughing, signing something that Arcee also found funny. I brought my wrists to my chest, placing my fingers on my neck as I instinctively felt my pulse.

“BumbleBee, Arcee, it is unfair to her that she does not know how to speak sign language. You can not make fun of her without her being able to stand up for herself.” Optimus ordered. I felt my face flush, watching the blonde male laugh silently, while the blue-haired female was snickering loudly, trying, but failing, to hold it down. I looked down at the man next to me, his hands still bound in front of him as I flicked my eyes between his.

“If you two are going to be acting like children all night, then I will have Ratchet and Jazz watch over them while you two do clean-up duty.” Optimus barked, glaring at them as they straightened themselves, either of them flinging their hands back and forth, telling him no. “No? Then act-” He hit BumbleBee's head, “Your-” He smacked Arcee, “AGE!” He hit them both. BumbleBee rubbed the back of his head, still trying to hold down a stupid grin, while Arcee shook it off and straightened herself.

“Yes sir, sorry sir.” The woman apologized. An open thumb would tap BumbleBee's forehead, to his chest then a fist circled his torso, what I assumed was him apologizing as well.

“Bee!” Ratchet, the silver-haired medic man from earlier that day shouted out, making him peer up and do a quick jog over to him. I watched him ask him what he needed, Ratchet saying something that I couldn't hear, but when he moved behind one of the vans, I assumed he was needed.

“Arcee, tend to Mr. Derek's wounds, if you feel he is obedient enough then you can untie him. When you are done, bring him inside and take him to the blue bedroom.” Optimus ordered, but she groaned in response.

“Oh come on Boss, it's bad enough I have to smell him out here, let alone in my own damn room!” She complained loudly, frustration filling her hands as she smacked her forehead, upset.

“Then give him a bath.” He said back. She rolled her eyes, shaking her head and mumbling under her breath before moping towards the bound, beaten male. I watched her kneel down saying an aggravated something when Optimus caught my attention by saying my name.

“How is your head?” His voice was his regular raspy, deep yet somehow calm tone. I was still terrified of him, inching slowly behind him as he stepped away from the noise going on in the group around us. I played with my fingers, my bare feet on the gravel, and scrapped, ripped jeans causing the cold air to make me start to shiver. I looked down at his boots, silently comparing our shoe sizes, and mentally smiling at how he must have been three times my size.

“Um...” I started, blinking a few times to get my mind straight. “My... My jaw still hurts... I can't open it all the way, otherwise, it p-pops, and that really hurts...” I brought a hand to my face as if I could feel where the pain was. He brought his hand to my chin as well, lifting my face to look at him. I blinked up to him, my head having to look straight up just so I could make eye contact. His eyes glowed in the dark, quite literally, the night sky behind him made it look like his orbs were stars. I felt like I got lost just staring at him, scruff on his beard and toned cheeks sculpting his face perfectly. If I wasn't forced into this situation, then he would be one of the prettiest men I've ever seen. The glow in his optics was shining onto my face, he was built like a god, looked like a god... Yet he acted like the devil himself. I couldn't let myself get captivated by his good looks and angelic grin.

He had pulled my hair before, he had hurt me and made me scared. And it would be a blunt lie if I said I wasn't scared now, horrific thoughts and worry keeping me on my toes. Though he seemed concerned, caressing my chin and looking me over properly, wondering if I was still hurt from earlier.

“What else hurts?” His tone was intoxicating me, he was the devil in disguise. An incubus that was taunting my every move, my every blink, my every breath.

“U-Um...” My cracking voice was betraying me, making a fool of myself in front of the leader of the Autobots... “My um... My knees, from-from um... Kneeling on the gravel all-all day.” I whimpered out, nerves getting the best of me the longer I tried to keep eye contact.

“Your knees?” He asked. I nodded. “Do you need help to stand?” He leaned into me, testing my confidence levels as he got closer to me. I gulped, swallowing a hard lump in my throat. I opened my mouth to say something, only having a small cry come out. “I could just let you stand there, getting weaker the more I talk” His unexpected words made my face flush, my knees twitching and slowly turning into jelly the more I struggled to look at him. “You're precious, fragile. Don't you want to be broken?” My insides flipped at this, slight fear lingering in the back of my mind, while confusion clouded the rest. “You're not mine to touch, yet your body aches for me. A pathetic little girl.” He dared get closer, he dared tease me in such a way, and there wasn't a thing in the world stopping him. My legs were shaking, a hotness in my stomach traveling down, lower, and lower.

“You're still a virgin, I can tell just from your sweet smell.. And you expect the youngest to take good care of you?” His free hand that wasn't holding my chin stretched up my chest, the giant's palm encapsulating my entire neck and gently, ever so gently, putting pressure on it. My mouth surged open, gasping for needed air as adrenaline hit my body like a tsunami wave. He chuckled, shaking his head softly and narrowing his eyes. “You like being abused, even the slightest touch makes you gasp for air. You don't need a child teaching you how to act. You need a grown up, someone that knows how to treat you-” With ease he gripped onto my airway, forcing both of my hands to grab onto his. I folded my brows upward, my lungs searching for air that couldn't make it to my throat. I gripped onto his gigantic hand, gentle nails clawing at it like I was scared I would hurt him.

“It's okay, you can fight me. You won't win anyway.” He gave me permission to grip onto his hand, to fight him. I felt weak, I felt helpless to this beast of a man, yet every ounce, every inch, every spec in me was screaming at me to fight. I wanted, I NEEDED to fight, the adrenaline clouding my mind and sight as I pawed at the talon around my neck. I pulled, I scratched, I scraped, but he was tougher than a board, completely untouched, completely unscathed at my worthless attempts at my life.

A deep, dark chuckle formed in the back of his throat, smirking down at me before saying, “You wanted me from the beginning. You can go back on your chosen person. BumbleBee doesn't want you anyway.” His grip tightened more around my neck, my skin going pale and clawing turning into full-blown tearing. My sight filled with tears, panic consuming me and fear peaking in my body. “Say you want me. Chose me. You mean nothing to him. You want to be owned, you want to be used and abused.” I sobbed underneath him, trying so hard to catch even a hint of a breath as I cried and shook my head, spots showing in my vision.

“No?” He laughed, “Hmm...” His grip on me felt like my bones were going to snap, his growling voice making my ears ring. “If you want the bug more than the Prime...” He let me go, dropping me to the ground as I fell to my knees and gasped for air. Hands trembling on my throat, the skin sensitive to the touch. I sobbed, back bending as I crumbled into myself, choking on my own air, trying to catch my breath but also swallow or at least wet my mouth. My entire body was convulsing, my head trying to rush blood to my brain, I struggled to calm myself. I was hyperventilating and quickly, hysteria lacing my mind and vision, tears rushing down my face and wetting my shirt.

“BumbleBee,” Optimus ordered over the shorter male. I flinched at the sound of his voice, trembling and whimpering that he was going to hurt me again. The sound of the heavy-footed man came jogging behind me. I searched the dark ground before me for any form of comfort, barely able to touch my face without feeling his hand on me. I bawled, hiccuping on my tears as I tried, again and again, to stop my breath from hitching. “Your wife needs comforting. Take her inside the cabin to your room. Give her a bath, make sure she sleeps well, protect her from the others, and if I hear that anyone else touches her, you will find your hands being broken in more ways than one.” He demanded of the brute. I couldn't see him, but I knew that he nodded in response.

I felt a tap on my shoulder, and I broke into pieces, sobbing as I saw the blonde man kneel down in front of me. He placed a worried hand on my shoulder, but the second I saw him, I reached out to him, telling him to pick me up to take me to the cabin. My face was a soaking mess, his expression turned frightened, concerned as to why I suddenly wanted to be held by him. He was soft, calmly, slowly reaching down and picking me up by my underarms. He stood to his full height, my hips reaching to straddle his as he lifted me off the ground. I hugged onto his neck, stuffing my face into his wife-beater and bawling into it. He turned, not sure where to place his hands, but decided to put one on my back, and one on my bottom to help carry me. He gave a strange look to Optimus like he didn't fully trust my actions.

He took the two of us away from the vans and cars, the awful smell of death turning quickly into burnt wood, a smokey calmness to it as we entered the cabin. I kept my head hidden from the lights around us, scared of my eyes flinching at the brightness. He carried us out of the kitchen, into a hallway, and past Arcee's room.

“Hey- Bee! Check out what I got on my... Whoa...” He shushed the woman harshly, her being obviously confused but went with it anyway. I heard him open a door, turning on the lights to the room, and entering into it. I felt us come to an edge of a bed, him leaning over it and snaking his hands between my arms hooked around him. When I didn't give in, he tapped my shoulder, telling me I could let off now. I hesitated, but as embarrassment washed over me, my shaking hands sluggishly pushed myself away from him. I unhooked my legs from behind him, he was soft when he helped me onto the bed.

I pulled my legs to my chest, wrapping my arms around them and nibbling on my thumb. BumbleBee looked to Arcee, signing something slowly. She stared at him for a couple of seconds, then turned to me. “He wants to know what happened?” She asked, her voice gentle for the first time. I wasn't sure if it was right to tell them... And I doubted I would be able to use my words at all, even my sobs were rasp, like I screamed my voice away. I sniffed and hiccuped, gradually lowering my legs to the floor off the bed, I lifted my chin, barely touching my neck as I revealed huge, fresh deep purple bruises around my neck.

BumbleBee lifted his head, straightening his back, and dropped his expression. He was uncomfortable seeing that. While Arcee looked away, situating herself awkwardly as she bit her tongue.

The silence was odd, distressing, and ill-fitting. Arcee didn't seem like she wanted to believe that the merciful, kind-hearted leader would do that to someone who didn't deserve it. But she also seemed to want to add reasoning to it as she asked, “Did you... Slap him? Or something?” She still couldn't look at me, waving her hand around as she questioned me. BumbleBee hit her stomach, her flinching as she making a 'what?' face.

The male approached me, his heavy steps on the floor making the wood creak. He reached down to me, gently picking me up bridal style. I brought my arm around the back of his neck, placing my other hand on his chest, feeling his calm heart pump into my fingertips. He carried me out of the room, down the hall more, and into a small bathroom. He sat me on the edge of the sink, me bringing my arms around my chest shyly.

He put a hand up to me, telling me to stay as he signed something to Arcee and he walked back to his room. The woman leaned on her foot, tapping her index finger on her elbow, clearly agitated. I stared at the diamond-tiled flooring, not really seeing it as I sniffed. Each time I would make even the slightest noise, Arcee jumped a little. I don't think she could comprehend what happened, either if she was still deciphering how it happened, or she just didn't want to believe it at all.

I couldn't help but feel like I ran myself into it. I couldn't help but think that I could have fought back more, he obviously wanted me to. Maybe if I struggled more then he would have stopped sooner. He wanted me to, “Chose him.” He said I enjoyed being abused. Maybe he took it wrong when I didn't want to accept BumbleBee's apology... I wasn't sure, I just knew I was uncomfortable. I felt dirty. I felt awkward and disgusting. I guess it was a good thing I was about to take a bath... Yet I couldn't stand... Shit, was he going to have to give me one?

BumbleBee came back into the room, holding up a white t-shirt and a pair of red boxers. Arcee gave him the eye, looking him up and down like she couldn't take him seriously. He shrugged and shook his head, telling her he couldn't do better. He squeezed past the female, pushing down the toilet top and sitting the clothes down on that. He turned to the woman and signed something, earning a shake of the head from her.

“You don't need my help for this.” She sassed. He rolled his eyes, pointed to me, put a open handed thumb to his chin then to his chest. I looked to her for validation. “Yeah? And? She's your wife too.” She shrugged, her crossed arms making her look even more sassy. Every time they said that was like new. I didn't know how to react to it, unable to comprehend that I was marrying this man. He gave her a death glare, flicking his hand at her as if to say, “Whatever.” He pushed her out the door roughly, giving her the finger before closing it.

I flicked my sight back to the floor, but he looked at me. He came in front of me, putting a hand on the countertop next to me, and the other on his hip. I felt awkward under his gaze, trying to find the will inside of me to tell him I couldn't stand.

I gulped, lifting my knee and showing my bloodied, scabbed, and busted footing. He brought his hand down to it, barely touching it as he checked it out. He shook his head, his disbelief showing as he sighed. He looked back up to me, a sense of disappointment in his eyes and he scratched the back of his head. He signed something to me with one hand, pointing to me, made a closed handed thumbs up and moved his hand in a circle, then brought his hand up above his head and motioned almost like he was describing sun rays beating down on him.

I moved my lips, confused. I dropped my foot, fidgeting with my hands and switching my eyes between his. “I... Don't understand, I'm sorry.” I looked down, watching my nails unwillingly pick at my cuticles. He caught my attention again though, when he pointed to the shower, then gave me a sideways thumbs up. Understanding now that he was asking me if I could shower.

“O-Oh... Um... I don't think I will be able to um... Stand for very long, so I can... Um, take a bath if I need to.” I couldn't keep my gaze on him up this close, him leaning on the counter right next to my thigh, his thumb bumping into my skin... I tried not to think about it.

He took in a deep breath, standing up straight and giving me room to take in much needed air. He started to remove his leather jacket, folding it in half and putting it on the toilet top. I blinked up to him without moving my hung head, his back facing me. He reached behind him, bundling up the gray wife-beater before stripping himself of it. I felt my face flush at the sight of his naked torso. His deep autumn-colored skin on his back was sculpted, a toned line going down the middle indicated he was muscular, and rather muscular at that... There were a few scars, them being big and looked deep. His shoulder blades protruding out his skin and showing that it wasn't just his back that was strong, but his arms too.

My curious eyes moved up his back, past his shoulders, and to his meaty arms. There was a tattoo on his arm closest to me, his bicep having an Autobot logo in black ink, three lines coming out of it, circling his full bicep. I had only heard rumors about seeing the Autobot logo in person. It was a sign of death, well known to the world that if you saw that logo, then somewhere in that city was going to either be bombed, or a mass shooting was going to happen. It made me uncomfortable seeing it tattooed on his arm, it permanently inked into the flesh. It showed that he was proud of his work, and it meant he would always have that with him. Even if he wanted to leave the organization, he would always have that sigil with him, never being able to escape it.

I rushed myself out of my thoughts when he turned back to me, a gasp entering my nose, feeling slightly lightheaded. He stepped back over to me, suddenly reaching for my shirt which shocked me back to reality. I darted a hand to his chest, my palms pushing him away slightly, jumping at his action and opening my mouth to gasp properly for air. He stepped back a little, putting his hands up as if asking me what was the matter.

“You-You-You can't just force a woman to-to-to strip without her-her permission like that!” I stammered out, unable to even look at his chest as my face turned a bright, hot red. He snorted a little, obviously finding it funny. He stepped back, shaking his head and crossing his arms, leaning on the wall behind him. He gestured for me to do it myself, and my face grew hotter. “Can you at-at least turn around?” I asked. He smirked, tilting his head to the side and shaking his head no. I held my breath, picking my cuticles to the point they were starting to bleed. I bit my tongue, staring intently at the ground and feeling my bottom lip quiver. I thought that maybe if I stood my ground and hopefully just waited for him to understand that I wasn't going to do it, then he would give in and turn around. But as I sat there for a good minute, he brought out his hand and checked the time on his nonexistent watch.

I gulped again, this time I was the one to give in... I brought two shaking hands to the edge of my shirt, slowly lifting it off my stomach, then my chest, revealing my yellow polka-dotted bra. I could see him smirking, looking to my feet then up to my face as another chuckle made his chest bounce. I blinked up at him as he brought a hand up to his chin, ring and pinky down as he moved his index and middle like he was scratching his chin. I was too scared to even want to know what that meant...

“I... I need help to take off my... Pants...” I whispered, feeling my stomach turn upside down at the thought of needing help for something as stupid as that. His brows lifted, placing a hand to his chest, then put a flat palm on the bottom of a thumbs-up and lifted the two, then connected his index, middle and thumb together, shaking his head and gesturing one hand at me.

“I-I can't speak sign language!” I shouted, but quickly shushed myself and mumbled multiple apologies. “Can you please just-just help me... Please...” I said in a much lower tone. He put up his hands in fake defense, pushing himself off the wall and coming towards me. He stepped in front of me, his bare chest so close to me that I could smell the leather scent coming off of him. He patted the counter behind me, signaling to me to lay back, to which I did. He hooked his fingers onto the top of my ripped jeans, tugging on them quickly as I held myself up with my hands underneath me. I didn't realize that he was taking my underwear with them before it was too late.

“Hey-Hey, don't-” But he ignored me and pulled them past my knees, then my ankles, and finally into his hands. I sat up and put a hand over my heart, squeezing my legs together and wrapping a shaking hand onto my stomach as I felt sick. He took the two pieces of clothing apart from each other, folding the ripped jeans and putting them on the floor while my pair of underwear... He picked them up, either ends hooked into either index fingers and held up to my chest from afar, realizing that they were matching with my bra. My mouth dropped open, suddenly trying to reach for them to grab it, but he pulled away and shook his head. My face was redder than a fresh rose, my eyes starting to water out of embarrassment, but that didn't seem to phase him. He silently laughed some more, before pointing to my bra, then my panties, and giving me a thumbs up. I swallowed and held myself, cringing immensely... He just told me he liked my underwear... He folded my panties and put them with my shirt next to the sink.

When he got close to me again though, he did not ask for permission when he went for my bra. Unhooking the two hooks behind me instantly. I jumped and shouted out a terrified, “W-Wait! Just- Wait!” But he didn't listen, taking it off fully and putting it with the rest of my clothes. I could feel tears drip from my face, a breath getting stuck in my throat at just the thought of being forcefully nude in front of the likes of him.

I wrapped my hands around my breast, giving him the chance to pull his arms underneath my legs and bridal carry me to the tub. He stooped over and sat me in the water, kneeling down on the outside and feeling the temperature with his elbow. When he was satisfied that it was warm enough, he reached over me and grabbed an exfoliating wash rag, reaching to the corner of the bath and grabbing a men's 3-in-1 soap and squeezing it onto the rag. He grabbed my wrist away from my breast, making me whimper but not fight back. He scrubbed my arm, the dirt and grime dirting the low water I sat in. He went over my palm, I flinched, crying out when he accidentally scrubbed a little harder than intended. He softened his touch when he went over my other palm as he started on my left arm.

I felt self-conscious when I had to puff up my chest, him just washing over it once, being as gentle as possible when he brushed my neck. He grabbed my leg, scrubbing it harder than the rest of my body as it was extra dirty. I leaned on the end of the tub, he softly brushed the bottoms of my feet on either legs. He moved back up my body, gripping my face a little rougher than expected. His index finger and thumb held my jaw, it still sore from when he had punched it earlier that day... And I was sure he didn't forget, yet he was still harsh with me. He wiped my cheeks, under my eyes, nose, and forehead from grime, then started to put more soap into his bare hand. He guided my body into the water, wetting my hair and letting me come back up where he started to wash it. I closed my eyes, trying not to get soap in them, and slightly enjoying the feeling in my skull. When he was done with that, he rinsed my hair and the rest of my body.

He got up off his knees, flinging the water off his hands, putting on his gray wife-beater, and reached for a pink towel. He motioned for me to stand up. I scrubbed the water out of my eyes, holding onto the edge of the tub before pushing myself up and onto my feet, though it hurt to stand, I didn't want him to touch my naked body again. The cold air hit my body, making me instantly shiver and hug my stomach and chest. He wrapped the towel around my head, his manhood showing as he scrubbed my hair with it, silently telling myself that my hair would be a puff ball after. After a long 30 seconds of having my head shaken around, he pulled away and wrapped the now wet towel around my body. When he dipped into me to pick me up, I smelled just how different me and him were. His clothed chest next to mine reeked of strong leather, rubbing alcohol, and somehow car oil. It was anything but comforting.

I held the towel around my body, his tough arms placing me onto the sink counter. My hair was still wet, the small droplets dripping down my naked shoulders, and just making me that much more cold. He reached for the white t-shirt and boxers he picked out for me, coming over and smacking my hands away from the cloth around me. I felt and watched the towel drop from my chest, looking away from the male because I couldn't keep eye contact. He pulled my arms up, telling me to lift them so he could put the shirt on me. I was eager to put it on, my bare chest quickly being clothed, yet my perky breast poked up underneath it, my erect nipples doing me no justice.

He padded the counter behind me, telling me again to lay back so he could put the boxers on me. I scooched to the edge, leaning back and watching him take away the towel. My legs were between his hips, my spread entrance making me red in the face. I put my hands over my eyes, hiding my redness and embarrassment. He pulled my legs into the boxers, pulling me to him sharply. I squeaked, rushing a hand to my mouth to prevent any more involuntary sounds from escaping me. I looked down at him through spread fingers, watching intently as he dressed me fully.

When he got done, he placed either hands beside my hips, locking me in place. My legs relaxed off the edge of the counter, my feet pushing my knees up on the side. They were spread slightly, my thighs instinctively trying to squeeze together, but my knees hit his hips. Even the hands over my face couldn't hide the redness consuming my ears, shoulders, and neck.

I felt his hands take hold of my wrists, taking them off my face, making me shake my head but reluctantly allowing him to strip me of my only comfort. He pinned them above my head with one hand, my mouth jarring open as I tried to take in a breath to calm my racing heart. I couldn't help the small tears that ran down my cheeks, the water feeling cold against my flushed skin. He was leaning over me, his lower half pressing up against mine, which made me a mess. But he wasn't bothered in the slightest. Either he was used to treating women like this, or he just genuinely didn't care about how it made me feel. His strong grip around my wrists was hurting, his deathly expression caused my mouth to go dry, nervousness hitting me like a truck as I squirmed slightly. I had no where to look at except at him. I could finally see him up close and personal.

His big, glowing baby blue eyes stared seriously down at mine. His nose child-like and small. His lips plump, but not big, and his entire face covered in deep brown freckles. His dark, brownish-gold skin complimented his hair and eyes. A small beard lining his jawline, it spreading up his chin, giving his young face a sense of maturity. Either side of his head were shaven, a dark deep brown that would be mistaken as black from afar. The top fluffy and soft, a platinum blonde that I couldn't tell was natural or not... He didn't seem like the type to dye his head, let alone care about his looks too much. He was handsome, there was no doubts in that. Yet my mind wouldn't let me see him as anything other than a threat, a bully, a killer.

His angered eyes stared down at mine, his folded brows telling me he was frustrated. I blinked the tears away, my terrified insides felt like I was going upside down on a roller-coaster, or driving down a steep hill. I moved my legs uncomfortably between his hips, trying to get my nether region away from his, even if it was by a millimeter. If I wasn't touching him, even by a tiny bit, then I would feel immensely better. But his glare on me was intense, the thought of a baby rabbit came to mind. A rabbit so small that they couldn't run, being picked up and mauled by a beast of a wolf without an effort. I was that rabbit... And he was that wolf.

He brought me out of my thoughts by signing something to me. He reached a finger to his cheek, brushing it down like a tear, then brought a hand up to the side of his head, pushing away and only leaving his pinky and thumb up. I swallowed, trying my best to understand him. He obviously was talking about me crying... I tried to piece it together. The hand to the head was kind of shaped like a Y, the pinky and thumb up looking like a 'hang-loose' sign... So... 'Crying... Y' … He was asking me why I was crying?

“You... You scare me.” I simply replied. His brows lifted, flicking his orbs between mine, thinking of something I couldn't quite tell. But what most people would do in a situation where someone told you they were frightened by you, he did NOT do. Instead of backing off, instead of giving me space and giving me my hands back... He slammed the countertop beside my head with his fist. I jumped out of my skin, doing a small hop on the counter, and terrified eyes staring up at him. My breath picked up, my heart pounding in my ears as more tears ran down my cheeks, faster and faster everything went. His glowing orbs flicked between mine, soaking in the fear lacing my face. His serious expression turned into a joyful one, eyes narrowing down at me as he straightened his back, towering over me and looking down at me like I was childish... The smirk on his lips sent chills all down my body. My legs tightened around his hips, the need to get away from his sight was overwhelming, yet I was stuck underneath him.

He peered down at me, anticipating my next move. My bottom lip quivered as I moved my face to the side slightly, scared he will scream in my ear, or spit on me, I don't know... Something!! He tilted his head with mine, a satanic grin on his plump lips and searching every inch of my face, taking in every detail. I was suppressing my sobbing hiccups, them building up into a tight, painful ball in my throat. He reached his free hand down to my hip, my bent legs pressed against the sides of his stomach. He went past my hips, going behind him and unzipping a pocket before bringing something into view... His switch blade. I choked on something in my airway, coughing as I started to try and wiggle my wrists free, shock hitting me like a bullet.

He was quick to undo the blade, rushing it to my chest and silently telling me to sit still. I bit down hard on my tongue, holding my breath and feeling every part of me spike in horror. He sat there for a moment, the sharp edge making the goosebumps form on my skin, the chill causing my nipples to erect and he didn't waste time when taking notice.

His eager, on edge eyes and smirk formed into something more... Lustful. I saw his orbs darken, the bright glow fading and turning into deadly, hollowed-looking pupils. He leaned down into my neck, his hot breath on my ear pushing everything out my chest, a small, submissive whine leaving my lips. The edged of his teeth could be felt on the crease in my shoulder, brushing my frail skin gently. He stuck his tongue onto a vein, bringing his mouth down and latching onto it, sucking on it. I was being violated, the humiliation already surging through my mind in thought that he was putting a mark on me for others to see... This was no better than Optimus, both of them doing whatever they pleased with my body. I choked up at the thought, being forced into this position at the looming thought of being stabbed to death for not allowing him to tear into my flesh with his mouth.

He shocked me, a loud cry of pain leaving my throat and a shutter releasing into my body. He had bitten into me, and hard at that. His sharp, animal-like canines sinking into my shoulder, the fresh, virgin blood tang on his lips somehow made him go feral. He slammed the bladed object next to my head on the counter. My eyes gawking at it, yet even if I wanted to, I couldn't get to it...

He slapped a hand to my outer thigh, my leg bucking involuntary and tightening around his sides. He dragged his claw like nails down my thigh, pushing down on my hipbone and forcing a better position on his part as he leaned on my lower self more. I was mumbling, pleading with the man to stop, or at least slow the torment momentarily for me to catch my breath. I wasn't ready for any of this, I didn't know how to react, my tears flooding my face and soaking his shirt. I was a snotty, teary, fearful, and currently bloody mess. And that just made him feel all the more crazy. Me crying for him, gently begging him to spare my soft, precious, yet fresh flower. God, if it was one thing that could get his rocks off, a tiny thing like me pleading for my life was definitely one of them.

His nails left bright white intends in my skin, slowly moving up my stomach, past my rib cage, and directly to one of my plump breasts. His hand was giant compared to my tit, digging his claws into it and squeezing it till more blood was spilled.

All I could do was sob. Trying to hold down the sniffs and whines, as each time I made any form of noise, his teeth logged inside my neck would go deeper, quickly biting into muscle. I was in agony, my body feeling like it was being ripped apart, and to think, some people thought a situation like this would be arousing... What a virgin girl nowadays wouldn't give to be man-handled by such a handsome and tall brute like this crazed man was.

I felt something uncomfortable bumping into my inner thigh, the quick and terrifying realization that it was his erect member against me, twitching behind his jeans. Andif the feel of it brushing my skin behind clothes wasn't enough, if I wasn't crying hard already, to bawl like a baby at him.

He knew I took notice to his cock, a devilish grin pulled his lips off of my neck. He licked the running drip of red off my shoulder, pulling back and looking down at me with insane, greedy eyes. I saw his face smudged with blood, his canines profound, emphasizing incredibly on my play on words that he was a wolf earlier. I really was that bunny now. Completely trapped in his jaws, completely powerless to this dog before me. He looked down at his crotch, caressing my outer thigh before gripping onto it and tugging me somehow closer to him. I whimpered, hoping, praying, pleading with whatever god to not let this be the way I was deflowered. Not like this, not in some rusty old cabin, not to some lowlife, not to THIS man. I had to do something about this, I couldn't, I WOULDN'T let this beast just take my innocence.

“I-I deserve to be on a bed, or at a proper house, our house! We are supposed to live the rest of our lives together, right? D-Don't you want me to be happy? Don't you want to love your wife, not fuck your wife? I know you do, please-, I will do anything, just not this way! I'm not ready, please!” The plead for my flower made him stare at me, the lifeless lust faded ever so softly. I took notice to the glow coming back into his eyes, and I rushed to continue. But this time I lowered my tone, trying to calm his arousal with words. “You-You can have me. I-I'm just not ready now. You can have all of me when the time is right. I'm nothing compared to you, we-we both know this. But-... But please. Anything you ask me to do from here on out, I-I swear to you, I will do without hes-hesitation. You-You have my word.”

… Silence...

Silence. No movements. No signs. No cries. No pleads... Nothing.

He just... Stared.

I felt myself grow restless, yet at the same time, I could see his glow coming back fully. He broke the non-movement moment when he blinked. He blinked a few times, slowly pushing himself completely off of me, his hard-on now gone and properly fitted back into his pants. His arms were still hovering over my hips, still being strict with taunting me with how close he was. I got a small sense of self-confidence though, pushing myself onto my elbows, then sitting up. The open, bloodied wound on my shoulder dripped down my chest as I sat up. My face was uncomfortably close to his, and yet he was the one to flinch back. I could feel my confidence boost at that. Situating myself higher than I normally allowed myself. He folded his brows, puzzled by my confidence, but when it hit him, but when he got even a whiff of my dominance, he shut that shit down quicker than it started.

He rushed two beefy hands around my upper hips, picking me up and throwing me over his shoulder. I squeaked, flopping my hands onto his back and panic washing over me. He rushed out the bathroom door, towards the bedroom, and practically body slamming me onto the bed. I whimpered, backing up into the headboard and letting my back hit it, telling myself that I was cornered... Again.

He was at the end of the bed, signing sentences upon sentences, me biting my tongue and struggling to swallow away my nerves. I watched his pissed off, probably coming down from a hormone high, rage. He flung his hands in every which way, and when he started to slow, he made sure he emphasized three different signs.

He pointed to himself, twisting his index finger, telling me drastically that he was talking about himself.

He plunged his fist into his palm, strictly telling me 'beating.'

And lastly, he pointed at me.

I was stupid in more ways than one, but even I could connect the dots on that one.

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Seven Times I Hated Kim Seokjin: Ch 3

CHAPTER 3: "When You Kiss Me Heaven Sighs"

Chapters : 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05(M) | 06(M) | 07

MASTERLIST

Pairing: Idol!Jin x Female Character

Rating: M (language and future sexual explicit scene)

Summary: Kim Seokjin really knows how to ruffle my feathers. I was happy with my mundane life. What gave him the right to disrupt it???

Status: Complete

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"I hope you're aware that nothing funny is going to happen tonight," I told Jin teasingly as I stood at the entrance of his dorm.

He let out a light chuckle as he helped me out of my sweater and hung it along the wall. "I know. I only wanted to bring you here so we could have a little more privacy."

"Why would you want more privacy?" I asked, my eyes narrowing in a chide-like way. I was clearly joking, of course.

He hung his head down in embarrassment as he smiled. "Stop insinuating I'm insinuating things."

"I'm just asking simple questions, is all," I said, turning on my heel and stepping into the open living room.

Looking around the area, one would never guess that seven males in their early to mid-20s lived here. I had a brother and cousin I grew up around and both of them were messy. There were several items that seemed out of place and a few corners I could spot that were dirty, but overall, it was pretty clean and neat. A skeptical part of me believed Jin had thoroughly cleaned the area right before I arrived. The smell of floral chemicals were lingering in the air.

"So, what are you planning on doing with me if it isn't to stain my virtue?" I asked, turning to him.

His smile had yet to leave. Motioning me to follow him, we went over to the kitchen.

On the stove, I could see he was preparing something. It smelled pretty good. The smells worked like magic and pulled me in. I found myself hovering over the stove, my mouth salivating at the sight below me.

Jin had prepared a good amount of food and it all looked intoxicating.

There was a reason I had never been slim in my life. I loved food too much to give it up. For a good portion of my life, I had considered becoming a chef. However, after finding out from professional chefs that they hardly cooked at home due to their vocation, I let go of that possibility. It thrilled me when I made a dish for my loved ones. It was more important to me to create something for my family to enjoy than it was to create something for complete strangers. I had other skills, so it wasn't too heartbreaking to let go of that dream.

"It should be done already," Jin said as he took a spoon to get a taste. After tasting it, he gave a nod of approval and turned off the stove. Then, pretty expertly, he finely chopped some green onion and began to set the food up on different dishes.

I tried to help, but he swatted me away and demanded to wash my hands so I would be ready to eat. I gave a small pout but did as I was told.

It was our fourth date. The previous ones had all been different. The first date had been a very nice dinner. We had gone on a nice walk along the river once during sunset on our second date. Not many people were present, so we were able to feel a little at ease. And on the last date, we went to a bar and had a private room to ourselves where he showed me how to play pool. It was there that I mentioned to him I loved to cook. My mother developed arthritis when I was very young. She loved cooking, but due to her condition, she decided to teach me everything she knew. Since then, I had always cooked for myself. Other than take-out and at restaurants, no one had ever cooked for me since then.

"Well, that's about to change," he had said with a voice of conviction.

It was the confidence that made my heart flutter and made me feel a little hot. Truth be told, while Jin was physically gorgeous, his face nor his shoulders were his best attributes. The most attractive thing about Kim Seokjin was his confidence. There was a self-assuredness he carried with him that took hold of my attention. He didn't seem to like someone in his 20s; more like well into his 30s.

I had to admit, it was definitely a nice change from dating guys who didn't know themselves very well and questioned everything they did.

Jin managed to take all the plates to the table himself. He took out a nice bottle of wine as well. A warm smile on his face, and his warm brown eyes met mine as he pulled a chair out for me.

His gentlemanly ways were also gaining a lot of points.

Once I was settled in my seat, he sat across from me and we started to eat.

The conversation was the same as our others: giving small bits of information about our personal lives. Every now and then we shared stories or info that went a little deeper.

I opened up about the stress I felt financially. I was doing ok, but there were times that I wished I had a little more so I didn't have to be so frugal with my money. Thankfully, I had gained the promotion, so that had taken much of the pressure off my shoulders.

Jin then went on to share his struggles of being an idol. What bothered him more than anything was the inability not to do whatever he wanted. He felt restraints coming from all over.

I had known him for not even a month, but I believe I had learned how to read his face and energy a little more clearly. As he spoke of his lack of freedom, I felt the heartbreak.

Jin didn't seem to wallow in disappointment too much because he began to list all the things he enjoyed about his job. One of his favorites was touring. However, that came with a negative.

"I get to see different cities, cultures, and most importantly, fans. But then I'm away from home. It's difficult to stay in contact with loved ones from another country. Calling family and friends becomes a struggle," he said as he took a sip of his wine.

His voice had a slight hint of sadness. I kept my eyes on him and listened intently.

"We're set to go back on tour in a few weeks and we have some things to do on our schedule for America. Prepping for the tour and schedule is going to be quite busy," he said, his mouth turned downward.

"How long will you be gone?" I asked, a feeling of disappointment creeping in just a little.

I had gotten so used to him these last few weeks. On top of our dates, we had talked on the phone and messaged each other almost every day now. Hearing that communication wouldn't be the same was disheartening.

"A little over a month." He looked up, catching my eyes.

Quietly, I nodded. I took a slow bite of the food, letting the information he was giving me sink in.

This was one of the many reasons I didn't want to date an idol. They had hectic schedules that didn't give them much of a personal life. The communication between us came in waves throughout the day as it was. Sometimes, I would go hours without hearing from him, but then we would be talking non-stop for a solid two hours. His schedule wasn't consistent, so I was left checking my phone every ten minutes.

Yeah, dating an idol wasn't a good idea. Maybe after he left for his tour he would forget about me. By the time he came back, he might stop calling me and find some other chick to laugh at his jokes and drool over his gorgeous face.

How long until he left, though? How many more dates did I have until Kim Seokjin walked out of my life?

There was a slight cramp in my chest all of a sudden. I coughed it up to heartburn and tried to ignore it.

"When will you be leaving for the tour?" I asked, trying to sound casual as the jab in my chest deepened.

"In a couple of weeks." His eyes stayed on me as if trying to get a reading out of me.

I felt taken aback. "Two weeks?!"

He gave a slight nod but didn't say anything. His eyes followed me closely.

My stomach started to feel a little unsettled now. What the hell did I eat that was making me feel so bad all of a sudden?

"That's not too long from now," I said, wondering why I was sounding pouty.

"I wanted to see you as often as I could before things got too busy," he then began. "I don't have any days free, but there are gaps late in the day where we can hang out. Or you can probably come on set and hang out behind the scenes."

I frowned at this. "Girls are allowed to come around?"

"Yeah. Some of the other guys have girlfriends too and they come around while we're—" his eyes became wide as he caught himself.

I had caught it as well. "Other guys have girlfriends, too." I felt my cheeks get hot.

Suddenly, that self-confident guy disappeared. "I didn't mean to say 'too'. Sorry, that's a mistake. Of course, I don't consider you my girlfriend—I haven't asked you properly yet, so—" he stumbled on his words once more and his eyes grew wider with worry and embarrassment.

I was finding the room pretty stuffy and warm. I took a sip of water, trying to cool myself.

"Not yet, I meant that if you were to be my girlfriend, I would definitely ask and not just assume. It would be very impolite of me to do that and I want you to know that I very much respect you." Jin was speaking so fast that I had trouble believing his lips were actually moving.

Thump!

The sudden crashing noise made the two of us jump in our seats. Jin let out a scream of shock. I covered my head out of impulse. I didn't do well with loud noises.

"Oh, sorry," came a gruff voice off in the distance.

"Ah, Yoongi-ah," Jin said. "You scared me."

Seeing that nothing bad had occurred following the noise, I felt it safe to peek out of my arms and turn to where the noise and voice had come from.

A slim figure wearing all black was straightening a lamp up. That's probably what had fallen down.

My arms came down and I took some breaths to try to slow my heart rate.

The slim figure shuffled his way a little closer to us. He looked like a sloth by his slow movements. He had a bucket hat on that was covering half his face; I wasn't completely sure if he was even human.

"Aren't you supposed to be in bed?" Jin asked in a scolding manner. "You're sick, remember?"

Sloth man let out a low grunt. "Need more tea."

"The kettle is on," Jin informed him. "Want me to prepare it?"

"I got it." The sloth creature finally reached us. He glanced at me and he gave a light greeting gesture. "I'm Yoongi."

I introduced myself to him, giving him a smile after meeting his eyes. Yeah, he was a guy. A very sick-looking guy.

As Yoongi made his way toward the kettle, I noticed the clock on the wall. Shit, I really needed to get home. I had something due for work tomorrow. Jin knew this and had agreed to take me home by a certain time.

"Jin—the time," I said, motioning him to take a look at the clock.

Jin turned and let out a curse under his breath, which he quickly apologized for. "I'll call a car. It shouldn't take them too long to get here." He took out his phone to make the call.

"Can I use your restroom?" I asked, getting up from my seat.

Jin nodded, pointed to the hall Yoongi had walked out of a bit ago and gave me directions on how to get there.

I couldn't imagine how long I had stayed over. I had hoped it would only be two hours, but we had doubled that. I sent my coworkers a quick email letting them know my portion of the work might get to them a little late. Truth was that I was done with it, but still wanted to go over it one final time before submitting it.

After I was done, I came out of the restroom. I was walking down the hall and about to enter the living room when I heard Jin and Yoongi talking. I caught my name, so I pulled back and decided to hear what they had to say.

"You're lucky I was here. I saved you from that embarrassment," I heard Yoongi say with a light chuckle.

"What embarrassment?" Jin asked defensively.

Yoongi let out a low laugh. "You were making a fool out of yourself with her. Kept stumbling over your words. You should have seen how red you got."

"How long have you been watching us?!" Jin demanded.

"A while."

"A while?!"

"Hey, it's not my fault you have no perception of time with her. I agreed to stay there for two hours. You should be grateful because I sent the young ones a message to not come home for another two hours. They would have walked through that door and made things worse for you." Yoongi's voice definitely sounded sick, but he sounded extremely perky.

Jin let out a grunt. "That would have been a pain to deal with."

"I should have recorded it though and sent it to them."

"What?"

"How you look with her. Really, you couldn't keep your eyes off her as you blabbered on about how much you respect her."

Smack!

Yoongi let out a laugh then a groan. "That hurt."

"I think it's time you go."

"I gotta say goodbye first. It would be very impolite of me. And I very much respect her—" he started to say with a mocking tone.

Smack!

Another laugh and groan from Yoongi. "Ow. You haven't hit me that hard in years. You must really like her."

"Out," Jin demanded.

Yoongi let out another chuckle. "Ok, ok, ok."

I knew I couldn't stay hidden anymore. I pretended as if I had just walked out of the restroom and Yoongi and I met at the end of the hall, next to the living room.

Yoongi made eye contact with me as he held onto his tea. He greeted me, saying my name pretty loud. I knew he was making sure Jin heard. "It was nice meeting you," he said while he bent his neck.

I bent mine back to him. "Nice to meet you as well."

"I'm sure I'll see you again," he said with a smirk and walked away.

I saw him disappear into the hall. Turning back, I saw Jin walking towards me.

He gave a small smile. "There was a driver nearby. He should be downstairs shortly." He motioned towards the door.

I made my way over to him and together we put on our sweaters and shoes. Jin made sure to put on his mask, just in case anyone outside caught us.

Once downstairs at the entrance, there was a black van waiting for us. We made our way in and were driven to my apartment.

We spoke a little on our ride.

Once we reached my apartment complex, Jin insisted on walking me to my front door.

As we made our way into the building, I asked for one of the recipes he had used, but he refused to give it to me.

"Why can't I have it?" I asked with mocking irritation.

"I'd rather teach it to you," he explained. "We'll do it all together. Prepping, cleaning, mixing, cooking. It'll be fun."

An image of Jin and I cooking together came into view and I couldn't help but feel the excitement. Cooking was something I always enjoyed doing and every date I'd had with Jin had been quite meaningful. To combine both things, I was sure he would have me melting.

"I'll look forward to it," I said as I stopped. We arrived at my door.

"So this is your place?" he asked, nodding to the door.

I gave a nod and looked into his beautiful features. "Thank you for today. It was nice to have someone else cook for once."

"It was my pleasure." His voice was low and sultry as he took a step closer. There was a look in his eye that I had seen before in guys. And the half smirk on his lips told me I was right on my suspicions.

My heart rate began to spike. I opened my mouth to come up with an excuse for needing to hurry inside, but the words never came out.

Pillowy, soft lips were gently placed on my lips. The feeling of warm, large hands came on either side of my hips, pulling me closer to him. My eyes closed as my heart fluttered. Butterflies flew all around my stomach once I felt his lips move along mine. I lightly felt the tip of his tongue brush on my top lip. Instinctively, my arms came around his neck, holding him tight. My lips moved against his as well. He went on to hold onto my bottom lip and tugged at it using the right amount of suction. The kiss was soft and gentle at first, making me feel like I was in the clouds. But slowly, it became a little intense. On tongues stayed inside our mouths, but the movement of his lips and how they nibbed at mine with the right amount of pressure...made me feel like my skin was on fire.

I heard a noise come out of me I had never heard before. And I felt the smirk upon his lips immediately following the noise. He was so damn proud of himself.

And I hated him.

Hated him for the way he kissed.

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