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sunflowerdarlingx · 3 years

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Fred Weasley - “I need you” 2

Hi I hope everyone is okay!

This is part two of my previous Fred imagine. Part one!

Please let me know what you think, part 3 is coming and will be filled with smut.

Female Reader

Warnings: talk of sex but only a few sentences. Minors DNI

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Three weeks and four days, that’s how long it had been since the war ended. The first few days were spent together, locked away from the rest of the world. Y/N’s parents visited the burrow every day for the first two weeks, now they were back to writing to each other regularly.

Every night, Fred and Y/N would sit outside together under the stars, they had been working on building their relationship. Each night held new conversations about their relationships, discussing old memories, worries, solutions and even planning their future. Fred has always put his maximum effort into everything he does and fixing their relationship was no different.

The time came about a week and a half after the war where Fred introduced date nights, they would happen every Thursday and at least one other night a week. He said having one night dedicated to them every week would make sure that they would have time to talk, no matter what was going on or how busy life got.

Every date he planned was planned with care, he recreated some of their first dates from school, he always made sure they would talk about their feelings like worries and fear (the two main factors in the downfall of their previous relationship) and Fred was not going to let it happen again.

Fred and George decided that they were going to move back to their flat, they wouldn’t open the shop for another while, but they needed to get back to their own space. They wanted to plan a grand re-opening for when things returned to, well, normal. The first night back at the flat Fred had asked Y/N to be ‘officially’ his again and of course Y/N couldn’t say no. She could see how hard Fred was trying, from his creative date nights, to the little notes left around the burrow reminding her of how much he loved her, from the constant cuddles and soft kisses to photos of all their favourite times together popping up around the house.

These cute reminders never stopped when they moved back to the flat, Y/N realised Fred needed the reminders too, so she started doing the same, writing little notes on the mirror just before Fred got out of the shower, or waking up early enough to make him breakfast before he went to the shop to work on some new products with George.

Each morning Fred woke up, he couldn’t be more thankful, his family were safe, and he finally had the girl he loved back in his arms.

It had now been six weeks since the end of the war and Fred and George were working towards their re-opening. Every morning Fred and Y/N would usually wake up together, Y/N making breakfast whilst Fred got ready, but on this particular morning Fred was the only one up, deciding to let Y/N sleep, he grabbed a piece of parchment and wrote her a little note.

Morning cutie,

I’m down in the shop with George, you looked so beautiful sleeping I couldn’t bring myself to wake you up.

I’ve asked George to let us have the flat tonight, so he is going to go and stay with mum and everyone at the burrow. I thought we could cook dinner together, like we use to when we were at home during the summer, only if you are up for it of course. If not, we can go out or order in – your choice.

Come and see me when you wake up, I missed getting my good morning kiss and our usual breakfast date :( and you can let me know what you think about tonight ;)

I love you,

Oh, and there is a little croissant in the kitchen with your name on it <3

Freddie x

Y/N couldn’t help but smile as she read Fred’s note, pulling herself out of bed, she had her breakfast made her way down to the shop. She walked into the storeroom and was greeted by a smiling Fred, “where's George?”.

“Away out with Ange, you just missed him babe”, Y/N made her way over to Fred and he pulled her down into his lap. Y/N buried her head in his neck, Fred placed a few kisses on the side of her head before clearing his throat “So, what do you think about tonight?”, he could feel Y/N smile into his neck, “I think we should cook; it's been a while since we’ve done it together. When you’re all done here, we can go to the shops, sound good?”, “Sounds perfect love, I just need to finish this paperwork and then we can go. I might need you to help me with the muggle money, I still don’t understand it.” this caused Y/N to let out a giggle.

Y/N kissed him quickly before heading to the door “I better go get ready then...and I’ll make sure I’ve got the right purse” with a wink she was off back to the apartment.

As she was stood having a quick shower, she couldn’t help but let her mind wander, as happy as she was with her relationship, she missed the intimate nights her and Fred had. She couldn’t give herself the same pleasure as Fred did. It hadn’t been something they discussed, Fred was worried that Y/N would get the wrong idea about them getting back together and well, Y/N’s insecurity of not being good enough resurfaced. It was all she could think about as she got ready, the long nights of passion, the quick rushed fun during the day or the countless times they were interrupted at the burrow by the fear of getting caught.

Deciding tonight was going to be the night to take their relationship that one step forward in getting back to normality, Y/N decided she would slip away whilst shopping to find herself a new lingerie set. Once dressed she made her way back downstairs, greeted by Fred who then apparated them to a small alley in London.

Fred decided he wanted pasta, so they made their way around the market getting all the ingredients they needed. “I have an idea Freddie” they were walking hand in hand down a cobble path towards the fruit and veg stalls, “oh yea?” he questioned as he tugged her towards him and wrapped his arm around her shoulders.

“Why don’t we dress up for date night? Something fancy” Y/N stares up at him through her big doe eyes, “we can both go look for something new and then grab a bottle of wine before going back home”. Fred is captured by her beauty, the way her eyes beam in the sun, “if that’s what you want love then, that’s what we will do. Will you help me pay though?”, Y/N lets out a little snort as she laughs and Fred chuckles too. “Dork” he teases as Y/N whacks his arm.

Y/N is able to convince Fred to wait outside whilst she shops, grabbing a few different underwear sets and a plain black dress she makes her way to the changing room. After trying it all on she decides on a nice matching red lace set, keeping it simple and a beautiful black dress that highlights all the right places on her body. She pays quickly and meets Fred outside.

He is stood writing in his little book, he looks up briefly and spots Y/N, “Godric you took your time, did you buy the whole shop?” Y/N giggles and shakes her head “guess you’ll find out when we are home” she winks, Fred reaches for the bag to take a peek and Y/N throws it in her bag. “Good luck trying to find that with muggles around”, Fred groans as they make their way into the next shop. Once they’ve gotten Fred a new shirt and jeans, they grab a bottle of wine and head home.

Whilst Y/N gets ready, Fred cleans the flat and sets the table, he heads into Diagon Ally and gets a beautiful bunch of sunflowers for the table. Y/N looks gorgeous, her hair falls beautifully down her back and her make up is done just the way she likes it, she radiated confidence and once she had her dress on, she looked incredible. Fred came into the room just as Y/N was putting on lipstick and his jaw practically hit the floor.

“Wow...” Y/N turned in her seat and Fred couldn’t help but let his eyes roam over her body, she looked breathtakingly beautiful, “baby you look...wow” Y/N couldn’t help but blush under his gaze. She stood up walking towards him, “is it too much?” she asked worriedly, giving him a 360 turn.

“You’re perfect”, Freds grin was stretched from ear to ear “I’m just quickly going to shower... don’t go anywhere, don’t need anyone stealing you off me...I’ll be right back just...just stay right here” he rushed around the room grabbing everything he needed, tripping over his bed and his own feet due to the fact he couldn’t keep his eyes off her. Y/N chuckles and finishes getting ready, spraying some perfume and putting on some earrings and her necklace.

She stands in front of the mirror, pleased with her work, when something catches her eye. In a small tray beside Freds mirror was the ring he gave her all those years ago, the tray was covered in dust, but the ring shone beautifully. Y/N picked it up, holding it between her thumb and pointer finger, twirling it slightly before placing it back on her finger, it felt right having it on after all this time. She heard the shower stop and looked down to her hand, I wonder if he will notice. Deciding to keep it on she took her seat on the bed again.

Fred came booming out, his towel wrapped around his waist, just below his V-line, the sight causing Y/N to heat up slightly. Of course, she had seen Fred like this since they got back together, and the sight was one she always enjoyed but tonight it filled her with a need so strong that she would have dropped her knickers there and then if Fred asked her too.

“Careful love, you’re drooling” Fred winked at her as he got dressed. Y/N couldn’t help but roll her eyes, “you wish Freddie”, Fred could only smirk at the small blush that painted her skin.

Fred recognised the look in her eye, there was a point in time where he knew her better that she knew herself, he was glad that he could still tell every little thing about her from her actions. He could see the neediness, but he wouldn’t tell her that, he wanted her to make the first move and god was he praying she would make it tonight.

Once Fred was dressed, they made their way to the kitchen and started to cook together. Jokes were being cracked left, right and centre whilst they cooked, Y/N noticed Fred was being a lot more touchy than normal and she was loving it, it was like having the old Fred back. He would insist on wrapping his hands around her waist to make sure she was chopping the vegetables right or holding his hand around hers whilst she stirred the pasta.

She decided to use this to her advantage, to see if she could get Fred all hot and bothered like she used to. Every time he wrapped his arms around her from behind, she made sure to push her arse back just a little bit more, she would make sure to run her hand down his arm when grabbing something close to him, ‘accidentally’ dropping things in front of Fred so she could bend over to get them – her arse being his point of view each and every time.

Fred caught on pretty early but was enjoying the show he was getting so just let it play out, although he was thankful when Y/N announced their meal was ready because all of her teasing was making his jeans uncomfortably tight.

They sat down at the table with Fred at the end and Y/N to the side so they could talk better. “Oh shoot, we forgot the wine” Y/N stood up to get it, but Fred took her hand guiding her back down, “it’s okay love, I’ll get it”. As Fred returned from the kitchen, he realised how obvious his not so little problem was, he tried to readjust but it made no difference. He stood pouring the wine and Y/N couldn’t help but smirk down at her plate.

“Thank you, Freddie,” she smiled as he sat down, raising her glass to cheers once he was seated. Freds eyes were immediately drawn to her ring finger and the silver band that wrapped around it, he raised his glass to hers, a grin taking over his features before he took a sip of his wine. He took her hand in his once she put her glass down and started to play with the ring on her finger “you’ve got my ring on”.

“Your ring?” she asks playfully “I thought it was mine” she winks. Fred pulls her in for a quick kiss, “it’s ours” he kisses her again before kissing her hand and placing it back down on the table. “Now let's eat”, they dig in and talk the night away.

They’re sitting at the table with Y/N in Freds lap as they drink their wine, “so...I was thinking Freddie” Freds hand is tracing circles on her thigh and his eyes look up at her “it’s been a while since we...you know...had our fun” she internally slaps herself at her choice of words “and well...I was thinking that maybe, you know, since we have the flat to ourselves that we could...well you know”, Fred can’t help but smile down at his adorably nervous girlfriend.

He wraps his arms around her and kisses her cheek “I’m sorry love but I have no idea what you mean” he teases “what is ‘our fun’?’” he feigns confusion.

Y/N pouts up at him and his mocking tone, she knows it’s all in good fun, but she can't help her nerves...and her neediness. Pull yourself together. She turns in Freds lap, so she straddles him, her arms wrapping around his neck whilst she plays with the hair at the nape of his neck.

“Well Freddie, I thought you were quite familiar with ‘our fun’” she mocks his tone at the last part. “You were very familiar with it at school, we did it practically everywhere” she pauses and kisses him before leaning towards his ear “it usually started with me having a mouth full of your cock before being bent over while you fucked me from behind”.

A small groan left Freds mouth at her word, his hands gripping her waist, “but … I suppose if you don’t remember Freddie, I’ll just have to have the fun myself” and with that Y/N was up and moving towards the door to their bedroom. Fred took all of five seconds to compose himself before running up behind her and throwing her over his shoulder taking her into their room.

Part 3 (18+)

#Fred weasley imagine #Fred weasley x reader #fred weasley smut

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hxlyhead-harpies · 3 years

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You Weren’t Mine To Lose

Pairing: Hermione x reader

Summary: The reader loves Hermione and Hermione loves Ron

Warnings: Angst

Word Count: 1.3k

A/n: i wrote this for @teheharrypotter ‘s 2 weeks of angst!!! i hope you like it!! i also used some prompts from a request because i felt like it fit

The moment that Lavender jumped into his arms and kissed him, you saw Hermione’s heart break. Her eyes immediately filled with tears and she pushed through the crowd, desperate to rip herself away from the tortuous sight. You exchanged a knowing look with Harry before you ran after her, desperate to comfort your best friend.

You knew how much she liked Ron, her having told you late one night at Grimmauld Place. Her confession had stung of course. You had been half in love with Hermione since your fourth year when you had zipped up her Yule Ball dress for her. She made your heart flutter with her brilliant smiles and enthusiastic intelligence. But despite this you pushed it away, not wanting to risk ruining what you already had. And it was clear that Hermione would never like you. Her heart already belonged to Ron.

When you found her in an empty classroom with tears running down her face your knees nearly buckled underneath you. Seeing her so broken made your heart ache more than you could say.

“Oh ‘Mione,” you breathed, causing her to wipe her eyes and look up.

“I’m fine,” she tried to assure you as you sat beside her on the floor. You just pulled her into a hug, leading her head to rest against your chest.

“I know you, Hermione, you’re not fine,” you said. “He’s an idiot.” Hermione let out a strangled laugh.

“No, I’m the idiot. I somehow got it into my head that he possibly liked me. I feel like a fool,” she murmured with a sniffle. You leaned back so you could look at her fully, your hand cupping her cheek.

“If anyone here is a fool it’s him. He has no idea what he’s missing out on,” you said. Hermione averted her eyes.

“You’re unbelievably smart, the brightest witch of our age. You’re kind and your brave. Not to mention that you’re gorgeous,” you assured her. Hermione finally looked into your eyes, her lips parting slightly.

“I’m not gorgeous. At least not like Lavender. My hair is too frizzy and my eyebrows are too thick-” she rambled on.

“Hermione no,” you interrupted. “You are gorgeous. Your eyes are the prettiest shade of amber that I’ve ever seen and I’m beyond envious of your eyelashes.” Hermione’s cheeks began to heat up under your palm.

“And you have amazing cheekbones”- you moved your thumb to trace across them- “and the most adorable freckles across your nose. And you have this dimple on your left side that drives me absolutely mad,” you whispered. Her eyes had gone wide as you spoke and traced your finger across her features.

“Do you mean that?” she asked softly. Your gaze snapped back to hers as if you had been knocked out of a trance. You realized quickly what you had admitted and you began to tilt away.

“I- um… sorry,” you sputtered. Before you could lean too far back Hermione lunged forward, firmly pressing her lips against yours.

Her lips were soft and tasted sweet, just as you had always imagined. You wasted no time leaning closer, grabbing her waist and deepening the kiss. Soon her hands were in your hair.

The moment was broken when Lavender and Ron stumbled into the room, the former giggling erratically. You and Hermione broke apart quickly to meet the eyes of the others. Lavender was shocked as she gripped Ron’s hand, a slightly apologetic look in her eyes. Ron however looked tense. His lips were drawn into a hard line and his eyes were swimming with an emotion you easily recognized. It was a feeling you had felt every time that Hermione had mentioned the boy’s name: jealousy.

“I think this room is occupied,” Lavender said nervously, trying to tug Ron out of the room. Ron scoffed.

“Clearly,” he spat out before storming out with Lavender. You stole a quick glance at Hermione. You didn’t know what you expected her to be feeling but when you looked at her your stomach dropped. She was smirking slightly with a triumphant look in her eyes. As if she had just beaten Ron at some sort of game.

For weeks after that you found yourself holding hands with Hermione in the halls or stealing kisses before classes. It felt like a dream. Her hand fit into yours perfectly and every kiss was as perfect as the first. But before long you realized that these interactions only happened in the presence of a certain someone.

It wasn’t hard to figure out that Hermione was slightly taking advantage of your affection for her. You didn’t doubt that she wanted to kiss you, but it seemed more like she needed someone and you just happened to be there. It stung unbelievably badly, the realization that your feelings were still mostly one sided, but you couldn’t bring yourself to put a stop to it. You basked in her affection too much to care about your own self-destruction.

You sat in the Library with Hermione, a book of charms in front of you. But you paid no mind to the book, only paying attention to how Hermione scrunched up her nose as she read. It was a beautiful sight, truly.

The sound of a familiar giggle caught your attention and you turned to see Lavender and Ron stumble into the library. Hermione’s head shot up and once she caught sight of Ron she reached for your hand across the table. Ron’s eyes zeroed in on your intertwined fingers and you watched as Hermione seemed to send him a boastful smirk that made your stomach churn. Ron clenched his jaw and looked away. Hermione stared back down at her book with a self-satisfied look on her face and you felt as if you might be sick.

You snatched your hand away as if her touch was burning you. Hermione glanced at you with a curious expression as you shoved your books away.

“Where are you going?” she asked with furrowed brows.

“Away from you,” you spat before sprinting out of the library.

You heard Hermione follow after you as you sped off onto the grounds. You desperately wished that she would leave you alone but it seemed that she was determined to corner you somewhere.

“What is the matter with you?” she questioned as you came to a halt near Hagrid’s pumpkin patch. You violently spun around to face her, tears stinging behind your eyes.

“I can’t do this anymore!” you exclaimed. Hermione froze and blinked rapidly as she tried to understand what you meant. “This!” you yelled, motioning between the two of you. She stepped forward but you flinched.

“I don’t understand,” Hermione whispered. You scoffed and shook your head.

“I can’t keep following you around like a lost puppy while you just try to make Ron jealous,” you huffed, causing Hermione to look away in shame.

“I- I didn’t mean to hurt you,” Hermione said.

“What did you think was going to happen? Playing with my feelings like this?” you questioned harshly. Hermione sighed and ran a hand through her hair.

“I didn’t realize that you actually liked me,” she tried to explain.

“How can someone so smart be so daft,” you spat, “how could you not see that I’m impossibly in love with you and have been for some time?” Hermione stilled, the reality of your words sinking in.

“You love me?” she whispered softly. You nodded and looked away.

“And do you want to know the most horrible part? The worst thing is, that even after all of that, I’m still in love with you,” you admitted with your voice full of venom. Hermione gaped at you, clearly unsure of what to say.

“I’m sorry,” she finally settled upon, not looking you in the eye. You stared at the girl who had stolen your heart and simultaneously smashed it, taking in every strand of her hair and freckle on her cheeks. You feared this would be the last time you ever got a good look at her.

“You should be.”

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meher-sumedha · 3 years

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Gwynriel Headcanon - The End

Word Count - 4200 Words (I wrote this in one day idk how)

(yes I know, very long and this is also the end to my series...aaaaa. Also besties, I poured my heart AND soul out in this one so please, for god’s sake - COMMENT and reblog if you like. also this was meant to be like 1500 words but lol)

Gwyn almost shouted at what Eris said, “What!”. Azriel’s surprise could not be hidden. Even his eyes had widened for a second before he slipped back into his cool demeanor.

Would it be so bad? He started thinking and internally smirking at himself when he saw Gwyn’s red cheeks. Gwyn then swatted him sharply on his arm. Azriel asked, suddenly surprised by her action and brought back to reality, “Ow, what was that for?” he muttered and rubbed his arm.

She replied, “Stop smirking” Even though her lips were twitching upward in a smile. Azriel didn’t bother to hide the amusement in his eyes.

Gwyn then turned to Eris and hesitantly asked, “Why do we need to go as..........a couple?”

Her blush was so red, it almost matched the colour of her hair. She then started fidgeting with her fingers, nervous to hear the answer. Why the hell was she so nervous?

Eris replied, his anger barely on a leash, “Well, as much as I hate the idea, it’s our only possible chance of getting in the palace. You see, marriage is like the ‘holy matrimony’ here. If you’re married, your status is immediately higher. It’s even better if you have a child but we don’t need to go that far. I would take you myself but then you would actually have to marry me, as if any of my siblings saw you, they would definitely remember your face.”

Gwyn then stopped fidgeting, “So the only choice we(she said, running her hands between the space between her and Azriel) have is to enter as a married couple?”

Eris took a long breath and said, “Yes”. “Oh” was all Gwyn replied before she started staring at her fingers again. To lesser the tension in the air, Azriel said, “So what’s the plan?”

Eris led them to an abandoned warehouse, saying that there were too many prying ears in the forest.

Eris then told them they’d enter as a couple, right through the palace gates. They would be led to the throne room and then he would make sure they got a room in the palace. As marriages were so rare in the autumn court due to the lack of eligible bachelors, everyone respected it, including the High Lord.

Each couple who was married got to stay at the palace. In the last year, only 2 couples had stayed at the palace. Azriel and Gwyn would pose as a wealthy couple, so that the princes don’t get to suspicious. After the dinner on the first night, they would excuse themselves. Eris told them that the book was on the topmost floor, in.....Beron’s room.

Gwyn huffed and said, “That oughta go well” and let Eris continue. He said he didn’t know where the book was in Beron’s room. Azriel didn’t have a choice except to believe him and hope that he wasn’t lying. Eris also told them that Beron was not in the court at the time and no one was allowed to enter his room.

“How do we get out?” Gwyn asked. Eris replied, “I know about some underground tunnels, I’ll lead you through them, but you’ll have to be blindfolded”, “WHAT” Azriel almost shouted.

Eris smirked, “Calm down shadowsinger. I can’t show you those tunnels. It would be too dangerous for me when I would become the High Lord”. As soon as he finished those words Gwyn’s eyes widened and she asked, “Are you gonna be the High Lord of the Autumn Court? Beron chose you already?”

Eris’ eyes shadowed and Azriel could’ve sworn they flashed shamed. But he wasn’t sure as that shame disappeared after a second. Before Eris could reply Azriel cut in and said, “Something like that”.

“Okay. So when do we leave for the palace?” Gwyn asked, eager to change the topic. Eris replied, “I’ll leave and get you a dress right now. You can change here and we can leave at 7pm, sharp, till then you should rest, all your stitches are ripped, I have already applied some magic on you both so that the colour of your eyes and hair are different for other people”

Before Gwyn could reply, Eris disappeared into thin air which made Gwyn gasp. “He can winnow, big deal” Azriel said sulkily and rolled his eyes, which made Gwyn smile for some reason. Azriel’s eyes then turned to the caring and worrying eyes which Gwyn had grown to love so much.

“You should rest, I’ll stitch your wound” Azriel said and before Gwyn could reply, he lift her up bridal style and laid her down on the floor. He then took off his jacket and placed it under Gwyn’s head, so the wood on the floor wouldn’t seem so hard.

“Thank You” Gwyn replied before sleep took ahold of her......

(After quite a few hours)

Gwyn woke up while facing the leg of a table. She then took ahold of her surroundings and she felt a scarred hand on her stomach, Azriel’s hand. She didn’t need to see his face to know it was his hand, she had seen and felt the hands so many times that she had memorized the scars on his hand, like a map. It was the map the she felt touch her whenever she had a nightmare. It was a map the lead her anywhere she wanted to go. She didn’t move, afraid to wake up the shadowsinger whose chest was pressed against her back and whose face was in her hair.

After what felt like just an hour and her body, which had gone numb from not moving for so long. Azriel groaned and got up, his hand leaving her bare, but well stitched stomach. Gwyn immediately felt the hollowness in her chest when his hand left her body, fuck gwyn. She thought to herself.

Then Eris walked into the room. Azriel must have woken up because of Eris’ presence. Eris had a beautiful dress in hand, one that was modest, as well as beautiful. Eris was slightly blushing while holding the dress, he said “I brought a red one as it is the colour in which people get married in the court. I-I hope you like it” He was stuttering.

The heir to the throne of the Autumn court was stuttering, the thought made Gwyn giggle. While Gwyn giggled and Eris blushed, Azriel was throwing daggers at Eris with his eyes. Gwyn noticed that and said, “I’ll go and change” so that the tension could be minimized. It didn’t.

But that brought Azriel back from his fantasy of killing Eris and he looked towards Gwyn. He said a short “ok” and got up. He then noticed fucking Eris was still standing there. He literally snatched the dress from his hand and gave it to Gwyn.

Gwyn was confused, she asked, “Where should I change?”, Azriel then replied, “You can change here, we can go out”, then Eris butted in, “It’s not safe for her to be here alone in the middle of a jungle-”, “I’ll stay with her then” Azriel replied and Gwyn’s eyes widened. Eris had to surrender, because if he said anything else, his feelings would be known. He didn’t bother replying and walked out of the warehouse.

Gwyn was still confused, she asked, “Wher-where should I change? There’s no room here”, Azriel suddenly realized that and a bright pink blush crept up his cheeks. He said, “Uhh, if, IF, you’re comfortable, you can change here, I-I won’t look.” Gwyn replied with a simple “okay” and Azriel turned around.

He heard the sound of clothes ruffling and didn’t turn, even though all of his instincts were screaming at him to do so, he would not break his promise to Gwyn. Suddenly Gwyn muttered, “son of a bitch” and he heard her jumping. He let out a dark chuckle and Gwyn suddenly stopped, realizing he was still here.

When he didn’t hear anything else he got worried and asked, “Is everything okay?”, when she didn’t reply he asked, “Can I turn around, are you okay?”. The only confirmation he got was a simple “mhmm” and he turned around.

This girl was going to be the death of him. The dress she was wearing was magnificent. Red really was her colour.

Her straps were falling from both sides and she was keeping them up with her hands. When she saw him staring she cleared her throat, as to get his attention. It worked and Azriel’s eyes shot up to her nervous eyes. He silently asked “What’s wrong” with his eyes. Gwyn then replied, “My zip won’t get up, I can’t reach it”.

Bile crept up Azriel’s throat and it took a lot of hard work to keep it there. He then gulped very loudly and went towards Gwyn and stood in front of her. He then asked, his voice almost a whisper and thick with desire, “May I?”. Gwyn was completely red right now, like a tomato, but Azriel’s cheek weren’t looking less red either.

He then put his shaky hands on her shoulders and turned her around. He then took her hair and put it over her shoulder, so he could zip her up, but when he saw the sight in front of him, his jaw dropped to the floor and his lips parted. Gwyn’s hands slightly touched his when she moved her hair more forward, giving him more ‘access’ to the beauty that was in front of him.

The zip ended at her lower back, just above her o so perfect hips. He then held her zip with one hand and the end of the zip with his other, pulling her dress down slightly. He then in a very very slow movement, pulled the zip upward. Making sure to touch her skin as much he could without making her uncomfortable. When he was done, Gwyn didn’t move for a minute, his breath hot on her neck.

Then she finally walked forward a few steps, making a bit distance between them which felt like miles for Azriel, and then she turned around.

Fucking Hell. Now that the dress was zipped, it hugged her beautiful curves tightly. Did fucking Eris find no other dress. All the other males would make a move on her. SHIT.

Gwyn was confused. At first Azriel was staring her down like a prize and now he was frowning. Gwyn asked while straightening her dress, “Is something wrong?”. That got Azriel out of his trance. “NO, No. Nothing is wrong” He suddenly said.

Then fucking Eris came into the room, but he stopped short when he saw Gwyn’s hair, she had her back towards him. Gwyn suddenly turned around and met his eyes. He was frozen. Does it really look that bad on me? It would probably look better on Elain. She thought.

“You look beautiful” Eris choked out but it rather seem forced. She tried her best to smile but failed nonetheless. Gwyn said, slight anger laced in her voice, “You both should get changed, I’ll wait outside”. She didn’t wait for their reply and walked out of the warehouse.

After a few minutes, Eris came out in his robes and Azriel followed. She didn’t even glance at Azriel, afraid that if she did, she would start begging him to kiss her in that suit. Eris didn’t say anything and led the way, Gwyn and Azriel followed. It took them an hour to get there, when they reached the palace, Gwyn slid her arm through Azriel’s trying to smile and appear like a happy wife.

No guard stopped them, only nodded and smiled a little as a greeting and congrats. They then entered the dining room directly. This wasn’t the plan, Gwyn thought but didn’t let the confusion be visible on her face.

She smiled to the other brothers but they just stared at her outright. Eris introduced them and no matter how uncomfortable Gwyn was, she was not going to fail under their stared. Suddenly she felt Azriel loop his arm out of hers and she panicked, for a second before Azriel looped his hand through her waist. The brothers backed up a bit and stopped staring at her, “She’s my mate” Azriel suddenly said and Gwyn’s eyes shot to him.

He was still in his cool demeanor. She didn’t know what to do but the brothers definitely stopped with the staring after that. She ate dinner in silence, not speaking a word, afraid of speaking something wrong. They then excused themselves, sounding eager to go to their bedroom but before Eris could speak, one of the brothers said, “I’ll lead you to your room” and got up.

The shock was visible on Gwyn’s face because the brother spoke and smirked, “Afraid of a little threesome?” Fuck you, thought Gwyn but didn’t say anything.

Instead she remained cool replied boldly, “Not at all, I’ve actually had a lot of fun in them. You should ask your brothers how it was” and suddenly everyone started coughing and choking. Azriel choked on the glass of water he was drinking.

“Shall we?” Gwyn asked, batting her lashes. The brother didn’t say anything and just lead them out of the room. Eris was just gonna leave them in front of Beron’s room but now she didn’t know what was going on. But, the brother lead them to the topmost floor and stood in front of a door, “The bed is extra large” He said coolly and smirked but Gwyn replied, “I hope it doesn’t creak, wouldn’t want to wake you up from your sleep”

And before the brother could say anything Eris came and interrupted him, Gwyn saw him touch a specific door and saw that door open a bit. That couldn’t have been a coincidence, right?

Eris took the brother out of the hallway and Gwyn rushed into the room Eris had touched and heard Azriel’s footsteps following her. She walked in the room but when Azriel came, he slammed into an invisible wall. He rubbed his head. Was this a trap?

Gwyn suddenly rushed out of the room but she was able to do so very easily. Even Azriel was confused. But, then Gwyn took his hand and led him to the room, this time, he didn’t slam into a wall. Gwyn laughed slightly, unable to comprehend what happened. Azriel smiled when he saw Gwyn laugh.

Then they both started looking for the book. They checked everywhere for an hour but couldn’t find it. Their clothes were wrinkled and Azriel’s hair was a mess, Gwyn smiled at the idea of her ruffling his hair but suddenly a tiny mistake in the texture of the wall caught her eye. She went towards it and so did Azriel. As soon as she touched it, two small door opened inwards and she saw the book kept there.

She went inside, holding Azriel’s hand in the tiny cupboard. But then they heard footsteps and Azriel suddenly closed the doors. Gwyn’s confusion was erased when she saw Beron enter the room, but then something else distracted her. Azriel’s laboured breathing.

There was no space in the closet so Azriel had put his hands on Gwyn’s waist and Gwyn had her hands on Azriel’s shoulder. She knew panic when she heard it and Azriel was panicking, He was claustrophobic.

Their bodies were pressed against one another’s and their breaths were mingling. Azriel was panicking and she didn’t know what to do. So, she slightly put her hands on Azriel’s face and moved her face closer to his but stopped just a breath’s inch away. Azriel’s slight nod was the only confirmation she needed before she gently kissed him. His hold on her waist became tighter but Gwyn didn’t speed up the kiss.

She wanted to feel every part of his mouth before they ended the kiss, cause Gwyn wasn’t sure if she was ever gonna get to kiss anyone else. Azriel never wanted it to stop. Even though he was in a place which he considered his worst nightmare, he would come here everyday, just so that he could feel her lips.

She pulled away first, because she was out of breath, but before she could kiss him again, the doors flew open, revealing Eris.

Gwyn then walked away from Azriel and before they could say anything, Eris said, “You need to leave, NOW!” before leaving. Azriel held her hand and tried to winnow. “What’s wrong?” Gwyn asked, “I can’t winnow” He said but Gwyn hear people talking out of the room, their voices were becoming louder.

“We need to leave az” She told him but he still wasn’t able to winnow. But before she could say anything Azriel picked her up and flew out of the window.

She immediately wrapped her hands around Azriel’s neck in the loud rain and thunder. She heard Azriel falter when a lightening bolt struck right behind him. The last thing Azriel said to her was, his voice cracking and full of tears, “I’m sorry love” before they both fell into an endless fall.

Gwyn fell into bushes, but she saw Azriel going far away from her and he heard him fall into the lake. When she finally landed on the ground, she was bruised, terribly. Every instinct in her body was telling her to stop running towards him. All she was feeling was pain but she never stopped, she would never stop for him.

She finally reached the river where she saw Azriel washed up on the shore. She went towards him, she screamed his name a thousand times but he didn’t wake up. So, she did what she did best, She sang and sang, her voice full of tears. She could hear her life being drained from her but she would not give up on him.

Just when she was on the verge of dying Azriel got up and a pang of pain went through him. He winnowed them to a nearby cave which he used to live in. That took a lot of energy to do but he still did it. Gwyn didn’t talk to him, she wouldn’t, couldn’t.

She couldn’t talk to him when she knew he knew the dangers of flying in such a weather, it costed people their lives. It could have cost Azriel his life. She didn’t talk to him and he didn’t speak.

His eyes were pained but Gwyn couldn’t see him in such a condition, couldn’t bear to acknowledge the fact the he could have died because of her. He was the first to break the silence, “Are you okay?” He asked. Gwyn didn’t reply, instead she focused on creating a fire. Azriel came upto her and took two stones and ignited a fire.

It was around 2am right now, the stars were shining. They could be seen easily from the cave and the storm had calmed down. Gwyn went and sat in front of the fire, hugging her knees, still feeling cold. Azriel went up to her and offered her a t-shirt. Gwyn looked up to him with curious eyes, “I come and stay here, whenever I need to spy on this court. Your clothes are wet, you’ll get a cold”

Gwyn took the t-shirt from his hands and went to the back of the cave to change. She took of all of her clothes, even her underthings as they were soaked with water. She then noticed a bag. Her curiosity took the best of her and she looked through the bag and found a water bottle in it.

She took it and sat beside Azriel. “You don’t wanna drink that” Azriel said, with slight amusement in his eyes. Fine, she was never the one to back down from a challenge. As soon as she took the first sip, she threw out the ‘water’ from her mouth. “WHAT THE HELL IS THIS” she asked, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

Azriel was too busy snickering, then Gwyn recognized the taste, “Vodka” she said and Azriel still kept laughing. She smacked his hand playfully, “Why the hell do you have vodka in a water bottle?” He still kept laughing but replied, “It helps with the cold”, “This is literally the Autumn court for fuck’s sake” Gwyn said and Azriel started laughing again.

He then took the bottle from her hand and took a sip. He then let out a contented sigh. Then they both decided to get drunk and play truth and sip. They used to take a drink and the other person would ask them a question.

They had already played 5 rounds but then Azriel suddenly asked, “Have you ever been in love?” and Gwyn reddened, Azriel didn’t know it was possible to blush so much when you drink but apparently Gwyn was a living miracle of that. He saw her nervousness and then said, “Hey, it’s okay if you don’t wanna answer” but then she quietly and shyly said, “yes”, “oh, with whom?”

Gwyn blushed even more, because the only person she’d ever been in love with, was him. But then she quickly replied, letting her drunk and bold self take over, “Whom have you been in love with?” She asked, the vodka now kicking in. “How do you know I’ve ever been in love?” Azriel asked, trying to stall.

“You’ve been on this earth since 500 years, you must have fallen in love with someone except mor”, Azriel was surprised now, “How do you know about mor?”, She shrugged and said, “Nesta told me. Now stop stalling and answer the question”.

“You” Azriel said in a serious tone, his eyes shadowed, “What me?” Gwyn said, laughing a bit at the joke. “I’m in love with you” he said and looked down. “Oh” was all Gwyn replied and took a sip of the vodka.

“So then why didn’t you ask me out?” She asked, serious as well. “I don’t think I deserve you” Azriel said and walked away, “WHAT” Gwyn almost shouted. But Azriel was already getting ready to sleep. He took off his shirt and saw Gwyn staring, he flexed a little bit too. He then started unbuttoning his pants and smirked when he saw Gwyn staring. Gwyn noticed that smirked and suddenly turned around, embarrassed by her actions. “Fuck you az” she muttered.

“You know you’d love to” Azriel replied and she could literally hear the smirk in his face, she was blushing and she was glad when Azriel couldn’t see that. She then turned around, Azriel was in his shorts and his upper body was naked. A little bit of sweat because of the fire, was on his muscles.

Gwyn fisted her hands, only because if she didn’t, she would go right up to him and start tracing his muscles, eager to remember how they feel. Azriel sat down and plopped himself up against the cave. His one leg folded with his knee upwards and one of his legs stranded on the ground.

Gwyn mustered enough courage to go up to him and sit directly in front of him. “Answer my question, please” She almost begged him. But he still didn’t answer and looked away. “Fine then, you know what, you’re not the only one who feels that way, I have felt that too, more times than anyone could count. I don’t think I’m worthy of you because you saved me and I can never repay you.

But guess what, I’ve fallen in love with you, knowing, that you would never choose me. Knowing that I would never be the one. You have no idea how that feels because you’ve always been the one for me. And do you have any idea how special it is to be someone’s ‘one’. Obviously you don’t because your oblivious to every single thing around you.

(And then she came closer to him and cupped his face. touching whatever I write) You’re oblivious to the fact that a strand of your hair runs just above your eyes and all I want to do is ruffle your hair and run my hands through them. You’re oblivious to the fact that you have the perfect jawline. You’re oblivious to the fact that you have a sensitive spot just below the ear.

You’re oblivious to the fact that the scarred hands you’re so ashamed of are the same ones that saved me. You’re oblivious to the fact that whenever I breathe down your neck at training you get shrivers and you’ve been oblivious to the fact that I’ve been in love with you since the first time you came back to the house of wind and you’re oblivious to the fact that all I wanna do is to kiss you-” And before she could speak anything else, he kissed her.

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lokislittlesigyn · 3 years

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OG616 : Thor: The Dark World - Pt.2 [Isolation]

[My masterlist, where all parts of this and my other fics can be found]

Pairing: Loki / Sigyn (basically an oc based off the marvel/myth namesake)

Warnings: None. again, unless you want a warning for sad sigyn and loki

Author’s Note: This one’s a bit longer. Apologies in advance for me being such a horse girl, I can’t help myself.

Taglist: @high-functioning-lokipath , @onaheroicmission

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After Frigga left, Sigyn looked around her room. With the exception of her dirty riding boots off in the corner and a few books and papers lying around, the room was practically untouched, as intended.

What would he want?

She paced a moment. Stopped. The bed… She smoothed her fingertips over the soft, velvety bedspread. Deep sapphire, with silvery accents. She smiled slowly, thinking of countless lazy mornings spent under it. He’ll like this.

She turned, surveying the room. Think. What will he be doing? Probably lots of reading… I should send him books. Where does he like to read...

She looked to their set of chairs and accompanying footstools, which were covered in a similar soft, deep blue fabric. Perfect.

Sigyn gathered a few more things: The book he’d been reading before his fall. A pitcher of water - and one of his favorite wines. A book of spells. Finally, she grabbed a sheet of paper and wrote a short note before folding the paper and tucking it into one of the books. Perhaps she’d do this again, in the future - send him books with letters, little love notes reminding him that someway, somehow, they’d see each other again. She clutched the book to her chest.

~~~~

Later, Sigyn went to Frigga, explaining what she wanted sent to Loki. The queen assured her the items would reach him, and explained she’d arranged for a few other pieces to be sent. Namely a bed, and a washing stand. But before Sigyn left, Frigga stopped her.

“Child,” Frigga said.

Sigyn turned, facing her. “Yes?”

“Please, do not seek Loki out. The Allfather has forbade you do so.”

Sigyn exhaled, nodding. She’d guessed Odin would forbid it - he’d be a fool not to. But then, perhaps he was a fool to think he could keep her away from him…

“I know.”

Frigga looked at her pointedly. “Promise me you won’t go to him yet. For now, these gifts will have to do.”

Silence hung between them.

“Promise me, Sigyn. Please. If you want any chance of seeing him, you must be patient.”

Sigyn’s shoulders sunk slightly. She nodded. “I.. I promise. I’ll wait. I trust you to tell me when it’s.. Suitable.. To speak to him.”

Frigga stood a moment, considering her words. “Good. Thank you.”

~~~~

Loki stood in the center of a crisp, white room. It felt sterile. Cold. Contrasting with what sat in the room - a bed, which he supposed Frigga must have had sent. It was plain, only having sheets and a set of plain pillows atop it. Perhaps Odin would only allow so much comfort. Besides that, and a washing stand with a bowl of clean water, the only other thing in the room was himself.

He turned to his right, faced the glowing orange barrier that separated him from the outside world.

Would death have been better than this? This life, separated from everyone and everything? Hatred was better than apathy, that much he knew. But isolation…

Could he find solace in it?

The dungeon doors opened. A troop of Einherjar, accompanied by a few women - thralls, by the looks of it - walked to Loki’s cell.

“Stand back.” Tyr, the Einherjar leader and seasoned old warrior, held his sword at the ready. The sorcerer at Tyr’s side cast a spell, and the barrier slowly receded, fading like an ebbing tide.

Loki smiled coyly and stepped back with his hands held aloft. “Why, I had no idea you’d bring me gifts..” He eyed the furniture they brought in, his brow furrowing slightly. That chair - one from his bedroom. His footstool. The women brought in water, wine, and fruit, all set on a table. Another woman placed a pile of blankets on his bed - no, not just any blankets. His blankets. Finally, another woman set two books in front of him and quickly backed away, behind the Einherjar whose spears were pointed at Loki’s throat.

“How very generous.” Loki sneered at the warriors.

“These are not ours,” Tyr said as the sorcerer re-cast his spell. The barrier flowed back in place, seeming to solidify. “They are from your wife.”

Loki merely watched him, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a reaction. Instead, he kept his jaw firm, his expression unwavering. “Send my regards.”

Tyr gave him a look. Without another word, the troop left, the heavy dungeon door shutting behind them with an echoing thunk.

Loki glanced at the food and water, only now realizing how hungry he was. Touched the back of the chair - still soft. Walked to the books, picking one up in each hand. The first, he recognized as one of his favorites - a book of spells he often reviewed. He sat it to the side. The second, he realized was a book he’d been reading through before, though had never finished…

He swallowed. Dragged his fingers along the old cover, then tugging the bookmark gently, he flipped it open to the page he’d left it at.

A piece of paper fell to the ground. He caught it just in time, standing back upright and setting the book aside to unfold the note. It was Sigyn’s handwriting.

My dear husband…

Words cannot express my love for you, nor the pain I have felt in your absence.

I cannot imagine the pain and anger you must feel. But believe me when I say, you are not alone. You are never alone. Mother and I are here for you.

We will find a way to help you. And in time, we will be together again.

I love you.

Yours always, Sigyn

Loki’s gaze drifted up from the note, to the barrier of his cell, then beyond it to the door.

Out and to the left. Up, until you reached the main level of the palace. Then up again, with a few turns, would lead you to their room - it was safe there. A place entirely their own, calm and quiet and familiar. She’d be waiting there - waiting for him.

She was probably waiting now, after Odin demanded she be kept there.

Both of us in isolation.

Loki folded the note, tucking it back into the book, which he left on the table. He walked to the bed. Grabbing the blanket, he brought it up to his face - his fingers twitching into a fist as he did. It smelled like her, sweet and warm. He closed his eyes, breathing in the scent…

After a moment, he opened his eyes. Laid down on the bed, on his side, clutching the blanket in a tight embrace.

~~~~

Weeks passed. Sigyn kept her promise to Frigga, never once daring to venture too close to the dungeons. Eventually, she grew bored of staying in the palace, where her good behavior would be on display for all the Einherjar, who were no doubt reporting her actions to the king. It had been long enough, hadn’t it? She could stand to leave the safety of Valaskjalf and venture into the city...

So one morning Sigyn slipped on her boots and sleek riding outfit and went to the stables. She could feel the Einherjar’s gaze follow her as she walked, as though expecting her to make a beeline for the dungeons. And as much as she desperately wanted to run down there as fast as her legs could carry her, she still had a promise to keep. She had to wait.

She reached the stables just as the bleak morning gave way to golden sun. Breathed in the deep, calming scent of hay. She smiled.

“Princess,” A stablehand greeted her, walking one of the horses in from pasture. “Shall I saddle your horse?”

“I’ll saddle him, thank you.”

The boy nodded. “He’s out in the eastern paddock.”

Sigyn thanked him, making her way through the grand stable - a few friendly faces greeted her along the way, big brown and blue eyes turning her way, ears swiveling to catch her footsteps when she passed.

Out in the paddock stood her sturdy dapple grey horse, Villieldr. His name meant wildfire - a name which suited his free spirited nature. Next to him, a chestnut whose satiny coat shone the same color as rust: Sinir. Sinewy, his name meant, and his lean, muscular figure certainly reflected that. They were both geldings, and after so many rides together over the years, they’d become close stablemates.

“Sinir,” Sigyn cooed, and the chestnut turned her way, twitching his shoulder. Loki’s horse always had a soft spot for her. Villieldr walked out to meet Sigyn, his velvety muzzle blowing grass-scented air over her face. “Mm, I missed you too.” She giggled, gently pushing his nose away.

Sinir ambled over, and Villieldr tilted his ears back at the approach.

“Hush, you baby.” Sigyn scratched under his chin, then turned to the chestnut. “Hello, friend. I’m sorry Loki hasn’t been around to see you… You must be missing him, too.”

Sinir lowered his head as she stroked his neck.

“In fact… Forgive me, Vill, but I think Sinir needs some proper attention.”

After giving Sinir breakfast and a thorough brushing, then dressing him in the tack Loki had chosen for him, Sigyn eased into the saddle. She clicked her tongue, and he sprung forward, eager to finally be going somewhere. All the horses were allowed to roam the paddocks throughout the day on a regular rotation - and when necessary, stable hands would exercise them. But Sinir had, no doubt, been bored in his master’s absence. Loki was forever his favorite person.

Villieldr’s distraught whinnies carried over the wind. He was pacing at the portion of the paddock nearest to the entrance, snorting, with his ears pinned back.

“I’ll be back tomorrow!” Sigyn smiled despite herself when Villieldr whinnied again, and led Sinir down toward the city.

Through the streets they rode, past houses and merchants and taverns, down to the rainbow bridge.

Sinir tensed beneath her when they approached the Bifrost, his trot growing choppy.

“Want to run?” She stood in the saddle, squeezing his sides - he didn’t need any other signals. Sinir moved into a hurried canter, then soon into a gallop, bouncing Sigyn down the bridge until she found his stride.

By the time they made it to the observatory, Sinir’s coat shone with sweat.

“Ho,” Sigyn slowed him down, slipping out of the saddle once he was still. “What a brilliant boy you are,” Sigyn stroked his neck and he arched it, his head low. “Thank you for the ride.” She ground tied him, then walked into the Observatory.

“How fare the realms, Heimdall?”

The Gatekeeper stood with his back turned to her, staring out the grand window of the Observatory. Naturally, he wasn’t at all surprised by her approach.

“Full of unrest, my lady. Raiders continue to pillage and plunder, souls are left lost without homes.”

Sigyn stopped next to him, crossing her arms. “I suppose there’s no way to help from here...”

“Einherjar have been dispatched across the realms. Prince Thor, as well.”

“And the Warriors Three?”

“Mm.” Heimdall nodded. “They fight bravely.”

“Do you see Midgard, Heimdall?”

“Of course.”

“How do they fare?”

“After the battle?”

Sigyn nodded.

“Humans are surprisingly resilient creatures - they will rebuild. Even now, Thor’s new friend Stark rebuilds his tower.”

“How far can you see, Heimdall?” She inched closer to the window, watching the vastness of the sky. Even during the day, Asgard’s light only shone so far into the endlessness of Yggdrasil. There before her lay an endless ocean of space, full of planets, galaxies, and nebulae. It felt as though if she leaned too far, she’d fall into it.

She stepped back, looking at Heimdall, who was now watching her.

“What is it you seek?” He asked, seeing right through her question.

“After Loki fell, did you see him? Were you able to see him at all?”

“No.. If I had, I would have told you as soon as I found he was alive.”

Sigyn shifted her weight. Wherever Loki was, for whatever reason he was with those creatures in that mysterious abyss, none of it could be good. Something must have happened there, something that inspired him to attack Midgard…

“What about now?”

Heimdall smirked. Turned, his gaze settling on Asgard. “Reading in his bed. He seems content, all things considered.”

Sigyn exhaled a relieved breath. “Thank you.. I may return, ask you to check on him from time to time..”

“I’d be happy to, my lady.” He offered a small nod as she left.

~~~~

That night, Sigyn sat at the table in her chambers. One half of the chair set was gone, now - thought the thought of Loki using his half of it made its absence easier to bear.

She grabbed a fountain pen and a piece of parchment.

My love,

I took Sinir for a ride today. He misses you - as do I. Vill was less than enthusiastic about it, but he’ll come around. Perhaps you’re right about him being spoiled.

I hope you are enjoying the gifts, if you can call them that: they’re yours anyway, after all.

Someday we’ll go for a ride together again. I’m sure of it.

Yours, Sigyn

Sigyn folded the paper, slipping it into a book of poetry and setting it aside, to be given to Frigga in the morning. She glanced toward the bed.

Empty.

It shouldn’t be empty. Not now, not when Loki was so close…

“Promise me you won’t go to him yet.” Frigga’s words echoed in her head.

She had to be patient. But she wasn’t sure how much longer she could keep that promise…

Sigyn grabbed a blanket and settled back into the chair, closing her eyes.

#loki x sigyn #loki fanfic #logyn #OG616 #thor: the dark world

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angstysebfan · 4 years

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Always The Friend- Part 2

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Summary: You and Bucky are good friends. You consider him one of your bests! Unfortunately for you, you have developed a crush on him. You are too scared to tell him, because you don’t want to ruin your friendship.

A/N: I wrote this because this is basically the story of my life. I was always the friend. I know I am not alone in this case either. It’s hard to talk yourself into telling the truth, when the reality of what might happen is so scary.

The next day you wake up feeling horrible. You can’t believe you unknowingly told Bucky your feelings. You also can’t believe he didn’t even come to talk to you. Now not only is your heart broken from unrequited love, you lost your best friend in the process.

You drag yourself out of bed. You figured you would lay low for the next few days, see how everything is. If it is too awkward, or Bucky and Emily make it hard on you, you will have to make a decision. But for now, you will lay low and stay hidden if possible.

“Friday, is anyone in the hall from here to the kitchen?” You ask the AI. “No, agent Y/L/N.” You sigh in relief and head out your door. You quietly walk to the kitchen hoping to grab coffee and a small box of cereal to bring back to your room. As you get closer to the kitchen, you realized you made a grave mistake. You turned the corner into the kitchen to see Bucky making eggs.

You hope he hasn’t seen you yet, and quickly turn on your heels to leave. “Y/N?” he quietly asks. You close your eyes in both frustration at yourself and to keep your emotions in check. You turn back toward Bucky and give him a face smile.

“Morning. I.... uh... just wanted to get coffee and cereal. I won’t bother you.” You say quickly. You walk over the coffee pot and pour yourself a cup. You try your hardest to not look at him, but you feel his eyes on you.

“I actually wanted to talk to you.” He said. You turn and look at him. “Please don’t.” You say, seeing the confusion in his face you continue. “I don’t need to hear how embarrassed you were to hear what I said in front of your girlfriend, or how you don’t feel the same way. I will assume our friendship is over, which sucks, but I understand.” You voice cracked at the end of your sentence.

Bucky takes his pan of eggs off the heat and walks over to you. You try to grab your cereal from the cabinet and run before he gets to you, but it was just too high. Bucky lightly grabs your arm and turns you around. You refuse to look up at him. He takes his finger and places it under your chin, forcing you to look at him.

“Can I please speak?” Tears run down your face, but you nod. He wipes your tears with his flesh thumb. “I should have come to you right after you ran out, or at least at some point yesterday. I am sorry. I was scared.”

You looked at him for a moment. “Scared of what?” You asked. He gulps and takes a deep breath. “Scared that you didn’t mean it. That you really aren’t in love with me. Because I have been in love with you since the day I met you.” You’re speechless. You look down at your feet before looking back at Bucky.

“I broke up with Emily right after you left the room. Turns out she had a feeling we liked each other and planned all those spontaneous outings to keep us apart. I wasn’t 100% sure about her anyway.” He said shrugging at you. “I’m sorry I didn’t come to you yesterday. I should have and told you all of this right away. I should have told you awhile ago. But...”

You put your hand to his mouth, silencing him. “We both should have said something awhile ago. I’m sorry I never did, but... I love you Bucky. I’ve loved you since I met you.” Bucky smiled at you, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Can I kiss you, doll?” He whispered. You nodded wrapping your arms around his neck as he lowers his head to bring your lips to his.

You and Bucky spent the whole day in your room, in your bed. Between the talking, laughing, kissing, and making love, you were the happiest person in the world. You both finally emerge from your room to join the team for dinner.

You walk in with Bucky, hand in hand. The team all looks at the two of you with a smirk. “About time Tinman!” Sam yelled. Bucky flipped him off as you giggle leaning into Bucky. Bucky looks down at you with a soft smile. He wraps his metal arm around your shoulders and kisses the top of your head. You both head to the table.

Dinner was eventful. The whole team talked about how it was about time you both told each other how you felt. You curled into Bucky’s side blushing by the end of the conversation.

“Well I for one am glad you two finally figured it out.” Steve said as dinner was wrapping up. “Oh yeah? Why is that punk?” Bucky said with a raised eyebrow. Everyone at the table looked at Steve, who had a big smile.

“Because... now I don’t need to hear you whine about whether Y/N likes you or not, like a teenage girl!” Everyone was shocked at this, but then the whole table started laughing hysterically.

You looked up at Bucky, who still had his jaw dropped in shock, and blushing. You take his face in your hands, drawing his eyes to you. “It’s okay baby, I love how much you whined about me. Makes me feel special.” You bring him toward you and peck his lips.

Bucky smiled at you. “You are the most special, doll. I love you.” He kisses you again.

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honestlyimstilllivinginthe90s · 4 years

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Golden |Drew Soulmate AU| Two|

A/n lowkey ngl im like really proud of this chapter. i really hope y’all like it. also idk if i wanna write a smutty chapter for the next part. i’d love to hear your opinion on if i should or not because ive never written smut before so itd probably be trash so...... whatcha think?

Warning: Swearing, kinda fast paced (wish it was slow burn but i dont have the attention span for that), mentions of vomit (at the end)

Word Count: Approx 1.9 k

APRIL 22ND 2020 12:32PM

“I’m going to shit myself.” Y/n said, moving the same strand of hair out of her face.

“Well that’s a really cute dress, you better fucking not.” Naya tutted from her position leaning against her bedroom wall.

“Okay. I’ve got this, right?”

“Yes! Now go get yo man! He’s still outside waiting for you.”

Y/n smiled at her reflection and let Naya drag her out into the hall. Naya walked over to the door and looked out the peephole.

“You didn’t tell me that he was that hot.”

Y/n pushed her out of the way to look through the peephole. Drew was leaning against a street pole and damn did he look good.

“Go get him girly.”

Y/n opened the door, Drew standing up straight at the sound of the door being opened. Drew’s heart stopped. She looked gorgeous and damn red was definitely her colour.

“Wow, you look, wow, you’re gorgeous.” Drew smiled as Y/n did a little twirl in response.

Y/n giggled and linked her arm through his. They walked down the street together to a small coffee shop that Drew said sold “chocolate chip cookies so good you’ll never be able to eat another cookie again”.

“The outside of your apartment looks nice.” Drew teased as they rounded the corner together.

Y/n blushed, sputtering out an apology. Naya hated having guests in their apartment even if it was for a few minutes.

“You’re cute when you blush.” Drew smiled down at Y/n, his hair flopping down against his forehead.

“You’re cute.” Y/n stated, spinning around so she was facing him while she walked backwards in front of Drew.

Drew reached out and took Y/n’s hands in his to make sure she wouldn’t fall over. Y/n’s skin tingled as their fingers interlocked. Damn, she could get used to this.

“Am I now?” Drew chewed on his lower lip as a rosy blush grew across his cheekbones. Drew chewing on his bottom lip when he got complimented made Y/n wanna compliment him for the rest of eternity.

“I suppose.” Y/n shrugged.

Drew gently tugged Y/n’s hands in protest, laughing along with her.

"How long have you been living in LA?" Drew asked, still holding Y/n’s hand.

"About a year or so. Naya, my roommate, we went to high school together and we were best friends. She wants to sing and well her dream brought us here."

"What about you?" Drew asked, tilting his head to look at her.

"What about me?"

"You told me why Naya's here, why are you here?"

"I wanna write. Or paint. I don't really know. Naya knew what she wanted, I'm just along for the ride." She shook her head in embarrassment. "What are you doing here?"

Drew smiled. "I'm an actor. I moved here from North Carolina to find my big break." Drew chuckled.

“Have you found it yet?” Y/n looked up at him as Drew stopped outside the coffee shop. It was a small building on the corner of the street, with window boxes filled with artificial blue carnations.

“I don’t know.” Drew smiled a sad smile before reaching forward and opening the door to the coffee shop, the smell of freshly baked cookies hitting Y/n instantly. Although the place was small, the inside felt bigger than it actually was. There were an elderly couple sitting in the corner beside the door and a young woman sat in the far corner working on a laptop with a forgotten cup of coffee beside her.

“This place is beautiful.” Y/n sighed in pleasure, Drew grinning as he took her hand and pulled her over to a table in the left hand corner beside a small window. Drew pulled out Y/n’s chair for her, she laughed.

“And who said chivalry is dead?” Drew sat down across from her, trying to focus so much on how beautiful she looked when she laughed.

“It’s easy to be chivalrous when it comes to you.” Drew shrugged, looking down at the table trying to ignore the rising blush on his cheeks. He had never felt like this about anyone before, they barely knew each other but already he craved to be closer to her. He needed to know everything about her, he needed to touch every inch of her skin, he needed her like an alcoholic needed a shot of whiskey. And with every passing second it just got worse. He was addicted. And so was she.

APRIL 22ND 2020 2:56PM

They walked out of the café, giggling and talking about everything and nothing at all. All they knew was that this date couldn’t end, not yet anyway.

“Wanna go to the beach? My car is parked around the corner.” Drew asked standing in front of Y/n, basking in her presence, their fingers still interlocked.

Y/n couldn't agree fast enough. Drew’s car was parked just a few feet down the street from the coffee shop, “I might have gone in before our date to ask them to save that table for us.”

Y/n climbed into the passenger seat and Drew drove them to the beach. Y/n reached over intertwining her pinky finger in his as he drove.

She stared out the window, hypnotised by the passing trees. Drew sneaked glances at her, hypnotised by Y/n.

From the Dining Table softly played in the background of their moment. Y/n basking in the presence of her soulmate, Drew basking in the presence of a girl he wished to know. So far from each other despite their interlocked pinky fingers all because of a bond meant to bring them together.

APRIL 22ND 2020 5:57PM

“You’re so golden.” Y/n muttered at Drew as she ran her fingers through his hair. They lay beside each other on an old ratty blanket Drew found in the trunk of his car. Drew’s hands were placed firmly on her waist, rubbing small circles on her still slightly damp skin from when he chased her along the shore.

Drew stared longingly at her lips, trying to tear his gaze away. He was not one to kiss on the first date and the last thing he wanted was to scare her off.

“Am I now?” Drew teased, tugging on his bottom lip with his teeth.

Without thinking Y/n reached out and removed his lip from between his teeth. Him chewing his bottom lip did unholy things to her.

Drew swallowed as Y/n kept her thumb on his lip, carefully rubbing it before moving her hand to rest on his jaw.

Drew’s voice was hoarse, sending shivers down her spine as he said, “I really fucking want to kiss you right now.”

Y/n licked her lips, as Drew’s hand made their way to rest on her hips. “Please,” she whispered, taking in shallow breaths, “kiss me.”

Drew pulled her into him as he pressed his lips to hers, her hands instantly found their place in his hair. The kiss was slow and soft, all movements gentle and cautious despite the hunger in both of their chests.

Drew slowly pulled away, resting his forehead against Y/n’s as the both tried to collect their breaths. It was pointless as the more they tried to catch their breath, all they could smell was each other and before they knew it their lips were crashing back together.

This was needier but slow and sensual. Drew lay on his back, pulling Y/n on top of him to straddle his waist.

One of her hands was under his chin, ensuring that his lips never left hers. Drew’s hands were on the small of her back until one slowly crept up to her hair and the other under her jacket, pressing her even closer to his chest.

Drew slowly pulled away, taking Y/n’s bottom lip in between his teeth, drawing a moan from her as she devoured his lips again.

The connection between them, their soulmate connection, tugged at Y/n until they separated, Drew held her close to his chest. As he told her a story about his time in college, Y/n couldn’t ignore the fear that he’d never realise they were soulmates. Remembering the address that Naya wrote in her phone, Y/n swallowed her fear and enjoyed this moment with Drew.

APRIL 25TH 2020 1:28PM

“Mrs Lopez, I’m Y/n L/n, I’m Naya’s best friend. I need your help.” Y/n stood on the steps outside of a two storey house with vines growing on the walls and an arch of flowers over the front gate.

An elderly woman of average height opened the door, she had dark skin which was wrinkled with age although she held a youthful aura about her.

“Of course, soulmate problems eh? Come on in Chiquita.”

Y/n walked into her house, silently wondering how she knew that she had soulmate problems. Mrs Lopez led her into a small room at the front of the house that smelt of incense. Mrs Lopez gestured to Y/n to sit down at a small table as she took a seat across from her.

“What’s wrong, honey?”

“I, well I, I think I found my soulmate.” Y/n stuttered, she felt foolish but she was desperate.

“Bonita that’s wonderful. What’s worrying you?” Mrs Lopez reached over and took Y/n hands in hers.

“He doesn’t know. He has no clue we’re soulmates and it’s killing me.” Y/n groaned, the pain in her chest returning.

“Oh you poor thing. That is unusual.” Mrs Lopez clicked her tongue, she released Y/n’s hands and poured her cup of hot chamomile tea.

“Are you sure that he’s yours? Sometimes emotions can cloud our spiritual judgements.”

“Yes. I know. He’s just, I know Mrs Lopez.” Mrs Lopez smiled a sad smile when her nose scrunched up suddenly.

“What age is he? When’s his birthday?”

“Em, November fourth, I believe. He’ll be turning 27.”

“Oh Amor.” Mrs Lopez shook her head as she stood up and started rummaging in her drawers.

“What? What’s wrong?” Y/n sat up, watching as Mrs Lopez walked around the room with surprising grace for her age.

Mrs Lopez didn’t respond as she walked back over to Y/n, a small bottle in her hand.

“We have the same soulmate through every lifetime. We may have different bodies, but the soul remembers. Something must have happened to him in his past life that is blocking him from remembering you in this life. You need to get him to remember what happened.” Mrs Lopez handed Y/n the bottle, “A few drops of this in a drink or in food until the memory returns should do the trick. It should take about three months to work. It’s just a herbal remedy, so it’s perfectly safe.”

Y/n held the bottle in her hands, she could solve this.

“Sometimes, the universe is wrong. Make sure you actually want this, you have the choice to choose if you want him to remember you. Some people don’t get that luxury.” Mrs Lopez sounded like she spoke from experience.

“But what did you need to know his birthday for?” Y/n watched as Mrs Lopez’s face fell in melancholy.

“Have you ever heard of the 27 club?”

“You mean the conspiracy about a bunch of celebrities dying at 27?” Y/n chuckled in confusion.

“There’s a reason. Soulmates are precious and rare so you only have so long to form the bond with them.” Y/n felt sick, “You have until their 27th birthday. But sometimes we run out of time and sometimes people can’t handle it.”

“Why? What happens if I can’t get Drew to remember me before his 27th birthday?”

“Amor,”

“Please. Mrs Lopez tell me.”

“You’ll forget. Both of you will forget that you ever met each other and every memory you have together, will leave you. You’ll only be left with a feeling that something is missing.”

Now Y/n was going to be sick.

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missmitchieg · 3 years

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Triple Threat And The Fantabulous Redemption of One Carrie Wilson - Ch 2

Later, she found Nick in the hallway with his lacrosse buddies and bit her lip, taking a deep breath. Well, time to execute step two, miss Wilson. She thought to herself before walking toward him and tapping his shoulder. “Hey, Nick. Can I talk to you?“ She asked softly, biting her lip and feeling her heart pound painfully at the tired, annoyed look on his face.

“I already told you, Carrie. We’re not getting back together.“ He said firmly, arms crossed over his chest. “It’s not happening.“

“No, no.“ Carrie shook her head quickly, taking a step back and holding her hands up. “No. I know you said that. I’m not here to ask to get back together.“

Nick furrowed his eyebrows and tilted his head in confusion, eying her curiously. “Then what’s going on?” He asked, his buddies walking away so as not to get involved in their relationship drama. None of them had ever really liked Carrie or her dramatic antics, but they mostly kept quiet about it when she was around. They didn’t want to deal with Carrie Wilson’s fury, so they only talked about her when she was gone.

“Nick, please. I just wanted to apologize.“ She said softly, tightening her grip on her purse as Nick’s jaw dropped slightly. She felt her chest tighten and her lips form a frown at the realization that Nick was only so shocked because in all the time that they had been together, then broken up, then gotten back together, she had never bothered to apologize to Nick for the way she talked to him. “Can I just have one minute?“

“O-oh.“ Nick said softly, his eyes softening, if only slightly. Ok, that was a good sign, right? That had to mean something good. She had to mean something to him, after everything. “Alright.“

Carrie took a breath before she started to speak again, wishing she knew what Nick was thinking right now. Was he already thinking about rejecting her? Was he thinking about forgiving and forgetting? Or was he not even thinking about her at all? Was he thinking about Julie? Some other person he liked? She quickly shook the anxious thoughts away, looking at Nick nervously.

“I just- I’ve realized that I was never the best girlfriend to you. I was never the girlfriend I should’ve been. I shouldn’t have treated you the way I did. I’m so sorry, Nick.“ She said guiltily, looking back in regret. “You deserved better from me. You deserved so. Much. Better.“ She told him, smiling a little when his eyes softened more. “But you were an amazing boyfriend to me. Whoever gets to call you their boyfriend next is a lucky person.“ She said sweetly.

“Oh. Um... Thanks, Carrie.“ He said softly after he recovered from the shock of everything he’d just heard from Carrie.

Carrie frowned again at that, slumping her shoulders and biting her lip. She’d been doing that so often recently, she was surprised her lips hadn’t broken and started to bleed yet. She licked her lips, twiddling her fingers as she spoke again.

“I don’t know why I ever treated you like that. I was hurting, but that’s no reason not to be a good girlfriend to you.“ She shook her head and quickly blinked a tear away. Now was not the time to cry about Nick. Now was the time to be his friend. Hopefully. She looked at Nick when he licked his lips and started to speak, stiffening under his gaze.

“I don’t know what you want me to say, Carrie. That you’re right, again? That you could have supported me as much as I tried to support you even when you exhausted me? That we look good together, as much as we don’t work? We can’t...” He sighed. “I can’t do this again.“ He said softly, not knowing a bit how much he was breaking her heart.

“You don’t have to say anything, Nick. All I wanted was to tell you how much I regret everything.“ She told him. “All I wanted was to apologize.“

“Well, you did it. Apology made.“

“Right. Um, I also wanted to tell you that I made up with Flynn and Julie today. No more bad blood. We fixed it all.“ She smiled a tiny bit, standing a little taller.

“That’s great, Carrie. I know you were all really close before. I’m happy you guys got all your problems sorted out.“

Carrie nodded, flipping her hair back. “Yeah, we’re all hanging out at Julie’s after school, too.“ Nick raised his eyebrows with a smile, uncrossing his arms and putting his hands on his hips.

“Seriously? The Triple Threat girls are already hanging out at Molina’s again?” He asked happily. Ok, that was another good sign. He was warming up more.

Carrie smiled and nodded again, touched to know that Nick cared enough to listen and remember little things Carrie had told him about the girls when they were friends, like their nicknames. Even if it was in an annoyed, angry tone complaining about how Julie and Flynn had changed and seemingly turned against her.

Now she felt really bad that she had never paid him much attention when he complained about his lacrosse buddies or the coach being a butt. But she could fix that, too. She could absolutely fix that. She just needed a chance to. She hoped he would give her that chance.

“Yes, Triple Threat are officially “calling each other by our old nicknames and hanging out at the Molina’s after school” status again.” She said before turning serious.

“Nick, I know we’re never getting back together, and I have to be ok with that. Like, it’s so ok with me. I don’t deserve another shot at being your girlfriend. But I was hoping that maybe you and I, we could at least try to be friends?“ She asked nervously. “I would miss you too much if you weren’t a part of my life anymore. It would feel too weird.“

Nick looked at her for a second and chuckled, tucking the perfect curl that had fallen out of place back behind Carrie’s ear. “We can try, Wilson. Just as long as you don’t talk my ear off anymore about how much they’ve changed and how they’re out to get you now. And as long as I don’t have to watch The Bachelor and The Bachelorette with you anymore. Those shows are so not my thing.“ He said with a cheeky smile, making Carrie grin again at the new nickname and tackle hug him happily, letting out a giggle.

“I promise I’ll try to be a better friend than I was a girlfriend, Danforth-Evans. You deserve it.“ She whispered in his ear as he hugged her back just as tightly as she hugged him, pulling away after a minute to smile at him. “We should get to science.“ Nick nodded and linked arms with Carrie, walking to their next class.

“So. You asked Julie for a selfie with her before trying to ask her on a date, huh?“ She teased him with a slight smirk, trying not to laugh at him.

“I was nervous and buying time!“ Nick said defensively and laughed, flipping his hair with a blush.

“Oh, yeah. A selfie’s gonna buy you so much time to calm your nerves and know exactly what to say to a cute girl in front of you when you’re trying to ask her out!“ Carrie laughed, too, shaking her head.

“And I asked to be study partners first!“ Nick said, groaning softly in embarrassment at the memory. “What’s wrong with me?“

“Oh, I forgot about that part! That’s really cute, Nick.“ Carrie smiled, squeezing his arm comfortingly. “And hey, just because Julie’s got some other boy on her mind, doesn’t mean you can’t find another cutie to hang on your arm. They’re just... A little lost right now, but you two’ll find each other.“ She told him, shrugging just a little so she didn’t dislodge their linked arms.

“Mm, I guess so. And I guess that person will come to me in time.“ He said, deciding he needed to focus on lacrosse and school and the friends he already had instead of some imaginary person he could date. “Yours will come in time, too. You’ll find each other eventually.“ He told her, trying to comfort her. He did still care about her after all, even if he didn’t want to date her anymore.

Carrie gave a small smile and nodded, telling herself exactly that. She would find someone, but she could focus on that later. Right now, she was only focused on fixing what she already had.

“Hey, I hear Joey from your third period has a thing for you.“ She said, giving him an encouraging smile. “He’s pretty cute.“

“Oh, him? Yeah, he’s cool.“ Nick grinned, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Word in the hall is he’s one of your biggest fanboys. Actually, word in the hall is you have quite a lot of little fanboys.“ She told him, her smile growing.

“Oh, is it now?“ He asked in a joking manner, biting his lip. Joey was really sweet to him and he was really cute. And funny. And he gave nice hugs. And he had nice dimples.

“Indeed it is, my boy. Indeed it is.“ She said before hearing whispering about them, looking to her side. She felt her smile tighten and put a fisted hand on her hip, taking a deep breath so she could think instead of her usual habit of a snarky, mean command to shut up.

“And if anyone in this hall is wondering, Nick and I are just friends now, and we’re not getting back together.“ She said loudly to the crowds of whispering teenagers that were clearly not paying attention to the words being said, only their arms looped and their mouths grinning. “So no rumors about the two of us ever getting back together, please.“

She watched the crowd go silent and nod at her words, wondering if they were shocked silent by her saying “please.“ She frowned at the thought and shook her head, letting Nick go to run to her locker and grab her science text book and notes. She watched him clutch his own notes and walked with him, sitting next to him like she always did.

She smiled as he wrote a little note for her, taking it when the teacher wasn’t looking. She always thought it was really cute that Nick preferred written notes to texting.

“It’s more fun that way, Carrie! It’s how they used to do it before cell phones.“ He would tell her when she asked him about it, his eyes having a certain little sparkle. A sparkle that hadn’t been there in a while since they’d been together. She glanced at him and read the note quickly, shooting him a sweet smile.

She loved that Nick decided to get back into writing her little notes in their newborn friendship. She hated missing them when they weren’t talking anymore. She smiled as she wrote a quick reply and passed it back to him, quickly writing down notes when the teacher turned around.

She walked out after class, Nick giving a little wave as he walked in the opposite direction to talk to his friends. “See you around, Nick!“ She called to him, getting a “Later, Wilson!“ in response. She saw the Dirty Candy girls in the hall, gesturing in the direction Nick went and shrugged with a grin, flipping her hair.

Step two, accomplished. She almost giggled giddily at the thought she just had, deflating anxiously a little when she realized what the next step was.

Oh, well. She would cross that bridge when she got to it. Right now, she was just going to celebrate getting Flynn and Julie back and getting Nick back as her friends. And that she was going to hang out at Julie’s after school. And right now, that was good enough for her. But she had to fix things with her girls tomorrow. And she would fix things with her girls.

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petri808 · 4 years

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@inukag-week Desire prompt

Inukag AU, modern setting, nsfw collaboration: I wrote the non-smut parts & @bmarvels wrote the smutty smutty below the read more ;)

Kagome was barely conscious by the time her husband walked in the door that evening. The man worked long hours as a detective with the Kanagawa police department and today was no different than most. The clock located on the nightstand showed 11pm. She rolls over in bed to see him standing near the doorway of their bedroom undoing his tie.

“Rough night?” she queries, still blinking away the half-sleep in her eyes.

“Yeah,” he groans, “that case I was telling you about with the Kumo clan is starting to really piss me off. I swear to Kami if we don’t find some concrete evidence on their leader Naraku, that bastard is gonna get away from us, again.”

As her husband Inuyasha talks about the case, Kagome just stares and nods at the appropriate times. She was used to this routine of letting him ramble away about a case and get it off his chest. It was better to let him vent rather than hold it in and turn into a grumpy hanyo. Of course, in reality what she was really doing is ogling her husband as he disentangled himself from his work suit.

The night had been a warm one as they moved into the spring months, and her beefy husband had rolled up his shirt sleeves, showing off his solid biceps in the process. If only every day was a warm one because she could never get enough of the pleasing sight.

“…Miroku thinks he’s got a lead. One of his snitches is supposed to meet us tomorrow to let us know where the next shipment of drugs will be dropped…”

Slowly, one by one the fabric pieces unfurl. First, his chest is relieved of its bindings as button after button from the collared shirt is opened, giving her a peak at the firm muscular anatomy beneath it. Next, his belt is pulled away from his waistband and tossed aside into the soon to be growing pile. Unconsciously, Kagome risks licking at her dry lips to rehydrate them. She really didn’t like it when he left his clothing tossed about only for her to pick up after, but tonight…. was worth making an exception.

He strips off the shirt, tugging when the sleeves catch onto the muscles in his arms. Not that she was complaining, but maybe she should buy him the next size up for clearly this one is getting tight. Kagome almost slips a giggle, ’my beefy hubby.’ Inuyasha balls up the shirt and tosses it near the belt. For a moment, he pauses in thought, just stands there like a glorified model posing in some ad. Kami, her heart. The cock of his hip, one hand rested against it while the other scratches at his scalp...

"Now that I think about it, the snitch's name seems... familiar. I think I've dealt with her before in the red-light district, some kind of madame of high-end geisha consorts. Pfft, figures Miroku would have a snitch from that area." Inuyasha shrugs and continues stripping off his slacks. “Guess if she’s willing to snitch, I don’t care what she does with her body.”

Kagome peels her eyes away, thinking for a moment that she’s heard of this person too. “Sounds like you’re describing Madame Kagura. I remember Sango mentioning her business at the community center. Some of the girls go to them for help getting out of that life.”

“Yes! That’s her!” He finishes peeling off his slacks and throws it into the growing clothes pile. “I’d heard rumors the Kumo clan had its hands in the escorts. That woman is probably snitching to get out from under their hold.”

“Mmhmm...” she agrees, “that would make sense.”

Her thoughts drift away from the case once more, training in on her husband’s scant attire. Only clad in a pair of snug boxers, she watches him walk through the room to pull fresh clothing from the dresser. She nibbles at her bottom lip while admiring the view. ’Such a beautiful ass...’ His muscle hewn cheeks, flexing with each step, show through the thin fabric. His thick thighs, those powerful pistons able to chase down bad guys or make her see stars. Oh yes... ’I see you peeking,’ she muses at the bouncing bump that calls for attention as he walks. He pauses, giving her a full-frontal view.

"Hey Kagome?"

Her eyes shift upward to her husband’s face and that's when she realizes, by the knowing smirk plastered on his face, she was busted. Kagome clears her throat, pretending that nothing was amiss. "Yes?" she coos.

"Did you forget I can smell your scent changes?"

"W-Well... you can't blame me for appreciating my husband’s assets."

"Tch," Inuyasha grins wider and saunters over beside the bed, resting a knee against the frame as he leans in. "You know our anniversary is tomorrow..."

"Yeah..."

"Maybe I should give you a gift early."

"Oh?" she sits up and leans closer to him. "And what would said gift be?"

"Hmm, one option is something you've wanted to have for some time, but I was too scared to give you."

Kagome pulls away, her eyes widening. "Really??!! I-I mean I don't want to push you if you're still unsure...."

Inuyasha takes her hand, kissing the back of it. "I'm sure. We're stable enough financially... and I realize, it would be great to have a little rugrat of our own."

"Yes! Yes!... wait how can you be so sure?"

He leans next to her ear whispering. "Your fertility is peaking, a high chance of getting pregnant."

As the full brunt of realization hits, Kagome's eyes mist over from the overwhelming emotions. Motherhood was something she'd always wanted to attain, but she loved Inuyasha enough to be understanding of his fears. He'd lost his own family at a young age only to be raised by a cold and emotionless older brother that resented him. So, he feared that if they were to have kids, especially with his chosen profession, what if something happened to him, to them?

"But what changed your mind?" She questions because she wanted to make sure he wouldn't resent his decision later.

"It wasn't one thing really. Seeing Miroku give up his philandering ways for fatherhood. And I'll admit the twins grew on me..."

She giggles. "They do love their uncle Inu..."

"... But the biggest was seeing my brother, of all people adopt a little girl, then watch him dote after her like a... like a..."

"A father?" Kagome finishes his sentence.

"Yeah! I never thought I'd see the day, and a human child at that! So... if Sessh could do it, then so can I."

"Sit," she pats the bed beside her. When he complies, Kagome wraps her arms around him and rests her head against his shoulder and chest. "I know you are going to be an amazing father Inu, so please don't worry."

Inuyasha returns his wife's embrace, burying his face against her shoulder and neck. "And you're gonna be an amazing mother to our pups."

Kagome sniffles. "Did you say 's' as in plural??"

That makes him chuckle and pull back to gaze into her eyes. He places a chaste kiss upon her lips. "One for now, but who knows," he smiles, “we'll play it by ear."

"Mmm, speaking of ears," Kagome reaches up and rubs her husband’s sensitive fluffy appendages, sending a rivulet string of shivers along his whole body. "I think I'm ready to receive my gift now.”

A heated growl takes Kagome by a split-second surprise from the way her husband has her pinned against the bed before she could even blink. "You know I hate it when you rub my ears, wench."

She sticks out her tongue, teasing him. "No, you don't, you love it, you just hate that it makes you feel vulnerable."

"Oh, the only one vulnerable tonight is you," he smirks and gently runs a claw along her cheek, then down her neck until it snags at her collar. He pulls at the offending fabric.

"Don't you dare ruin my-!"

Too late as she hears the tearing sounds of her t-shirt being ripped down the front of her body.

Kagome narrows her eyes at her husband. "I could have just taken it off."

"Where’s the fun in that? Now you’ve got 10 seconds to wiggle that cute little ass of yours outta them bottoms before I shred it.”

Kagome lets out a squeal, desperately trying to work her cotton shorts and panties off as Inuyasha counts the seconds down.

“8...”

She fidgets and shimmies for all she’s worth, working the offending fabrics down her legs.

“4...”

“Eep!” Almost there! The shorts were easier, but the elastic of the tighter underwear bunches up and snags at her knees. This would have been so much easier if she wasn’t pinned below him!

“2...”

With seconds to spare, Kagome manages to get it down to an ankle where it hangs stuck until with the help of her toes, yanks and flips it off the bed.

“Well?!” she gazes up in defiance at her laughing husband. “Hurry up and strip too!” She pulls at his waist band. “You are so lucky I don’t have claws!”

“Patience woman, no need to rush...”

“Patience?! From the one who ripped-”

Inuyasha sweeps in and silences his wife with a deft blow, crushing her lips with his own. Her protests morphing into conceded moans as her eyes flutter shut and her arms wrap around his neck. His tongue swipes at her lip before entangling with her own. It was always a battle for dominance. She was strong willed and hardheaded. Two of many traits Inuyasha absolutely loved about his wife. It was that fiery spirit of hers, matching the intensity of his own, that drew him more to her.

But he wouldn’t succumb. Not this time.

His tongue sweeps across the roof of her mouth eliciting a shudder that never fails. She relinquishes control to him as his lips travel down her jaw with soft nibbles at her porcelain skin. A breathy sigh past her lips is like a gentle melody to his sensitive ears. Kagome exposes more of her neck to him the closer his lips travel. His hands gripping her hips travel up her sides and to her back to unclasp the last remaining article in his way from fully enjoying her naked body. Her arms quickly move through the straps before tangling her fingers in his silky, white tresses as he throws her bra off to the side without another glance at it.

He buries his nose at the crook of her neck, taking a deep breath as her scent washes over him. A light floral scent from her shampoo, jasmine mixed with sweet undertones of honey, with her hair spread across their pillow, and then her scent that was becoming stronger by the second. That alone was enough to make his cock twitch with excitement. A deep growl rumbles through him as his hands roughly grab her breasts and massage the plump globes.

“Kagome…” his voice low and heady with lust. Sharp canines graze across her collar before hovering above one of her nipples. Hot breath ghosts over it as he watches the little bud perk up. Golden irises shine with excitement. He lowers himself and lets his lips wrap around her pert nipple, his large hands still groping and bringing it up to meet him.

“Inu…” his wife mewls underneath him, nails raking against his scalp as her grip tightens. Her simple actions encouraging him to pick up at rougher pace; squeezing, suckling, and biting at her supple flesh moving from one breast to the other and back. His hands never faltering as they keep in time even as his lips decide to trail down further. Her muscles flex with each kiss down her stomach but he stops at her navel and rests his head against it.

Kagome’s fingers relax in his hair, gently petting down the backside of his head as he rests there. For a moment, he imagines what it would be like with a little one growing inside of her right there where his head rests. How her scent would change, imagining her waddle when she gets too round to see her feet, all the changes that would come with having a little tyke running around their feet begging for attention. The corner of his mouth stretches just a bit before his amber eyes look up to his smiling wife. Her cheeks flushed with a pink hue, her smile soft and deep, brown eyes knowing. Of course, she would know what he was thinking.

“I love you,” he tells her, his voice so tender as his gaze never leaves hers. Her fingers inch back to his ears, lightly scratching behind them.

“I love you too,” she replies but he watches as her grin grows and her eyes narrow. “Now, how much longer are you going to keep me waiting?”

Inuyasha’s smile stretches into a smirk and his sharp nails graze down to her thighs. With a tight grip, claws pricking at her skin, he lifts her supple thighs onto his shoulders as he bites at her. Down the inside of her thigh until his nose is level with her sex. “You’re going to keep waiting until I’ve had my fun, wench.”

His tongue swipes between her folds and he has her mewling again. "Besides, you wouldn't want to rush your gift, would you?" Not giving her time to answer, he delves deeper into her. Her scent overwhelming his nose just to taste even more. Kagome's heels dig into his back, trying to keep him in place. But he wasn't going anywhere. His finger replaces his tongue as his lips move up to her clit. The digit curls inside her while his tongue swirls around the sensitive bud.

"Ahh... Inu!" Her moans draw out his name as little electric sparks travel through her body and up to her brain, muddling any coherent thoughts and replacing it with euphoria. The feel of her husband's lips sucking on her bundle of nerves then inserting another long finger to continue stretching her tight muscles. With two of his fingers now inside her, he reaches deeper and increases his pace. Kagome's nails rake across his scalp, fingers tightening around his silky locks. Inuyasha smirks, loving the different reactions he can draw from his lovely wife.

"Don't stop..." rolls like a pleading mantra in screams and moans from her full lips. Kagome struggles with her breathing as deep breaths become scarce, making her lungs scream for air. He knew all the right spots to get her off quickest, the right pressure and pacing. She could always count on him to bring her to her highest point of pleasure every time they were together like this.

But this time...it was more.

He forgoes the constant teasing, making her beg to get on with it like his usual manner, and focuses solely on making her feel good. Tonight, was different, it was so much more than just fun and sex. This time had a greater purpose, one she had longed for and one he was now happy to gratify her.

Just as her legs begin to spasm and before she hits her climax, Inuyasha removes his fingers from her and he moves his lips to silence her pleads and whatever protests that were about to be thrown at him. His hand grasps his hard cock, throbbing for attention at the mere sight and sounds of his amorous wife, and guides himself inside her slick and sopping pussy. Her tight walls suck him in further gaining a moan that melds with her own between kisses.

Keeping an even pace, his hand slides into her hair and gives a gentle tug, just enough to make her gasp in surprise. Her arms reach out to wrap around his neck and he hoists her up to sit on his lap, her back pressed against their headboard. Breasts flushed against his chest, his lips attack the junction at her neck and shoulder, his teeth graze against her skin to move down her collar, and his hand cups her breast to meet his hot mouth. Kagome’s fingers tighten around strands of his hair and arches her back, wanting desperately for him to ravage more of her.

“Kagome…” he whispers low like a prayer.

She rolls her hips against his, meeting his rhythm of thrusts. Inuyasha feels her quickening the pace, urging him to give her more.

“Inuyasha!” The plea finally comes. “Harder!”

He snaps his hips roughly against her. Kagome cries out in a series of “yes” like her own mantra. His hand presses against her stomach letting his thumb trail to the apex of her sex, rolling the swollen flesh to draw out more of her amorous sounds.

Her hips roll in accordance with his, steadily increasing their pace as she chases his deft fingers. The sounds of flesh against flesh and sonorous moans echoes around them. Everything else had faded, leaving just the sound and touch of each other.

"Inu....so....close" Kagome is barely only able to get those few words out. She can feel the warmth growing in her belly. The coil wrapping tighter and tighter waiting to spring loose.

Inuyasha feels the same as he aches for his release as well as her own. She tightens around him and he knows he won’t be able to last much longer. He feels her muscles convulse as she cries out her release, eyes screwed shut tightly and coaxing his own climax from him. His hands grip her full hips harshly as his hot seed fills her. A white flash dances across his vision and his body goes rigid, feeling her sweet sex milk him for every last drop.

She comes back into view once he slowly comes down from the exhilarating high and he realizes his head resting against her chest while she strokes his hair down his back. Looking up at her, he sees a subtle glow to her smile, and he’s reminded of how much more this meant to her than any time before. Inuyasha uncurls his fingers from his bruising grip to wrap her up in a hug and pulls her down with him as he lays against their pillows.

Kagome snuggles in close and listens to the rapid beat of his heart, feeling the rise and fall of his chest with each heavy breath. His warmth and the lax of her body beckons her to sleep. She tries to fight it but Inuyasha gently rubs her back to sway her towards the land of dreams.

Watching her easily fall asleep brings a sweet smile to his lips. He can hear her breathing even out once she’s finally deep asleep. Inuyasha watches her for a few moments, savoring this tender moment that could possibly be the turning point of their lives. The idea of a mini version of Kagome running around or even a rugrat resembling himself to keep them on their toes brings an unusual wave of comfort to him, knowing the woman in his arms will be the best mom there is and right there by his side to help him through it. He tightens his hold around her in a soft squeeze then lets out a sigh as his body and eyes begin to relax and follows his wife to a hopeful dreamworld of what their future might hold for them now.

#inukag #inukag week #lemony warning #inukag fan fiction #inu kag fan fic #Inuyasha x kagome #inuyasha #Kagome higurashi #inukag au #modern setting #desire prompt

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roses-ruby · 4 years

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Diary of a Nyctophiliac (Rewritten)

Nyctophiliac from Nyctophilia (n). An attraction to darkness or night; finding relaxation or comfort in the darkness.

Hoseok x Female Reader

Genre: Druglord AU!, angst, smut

Warnings: Sex, Oral ( F and M receiving), Fingering, Mentions of Drug Usage, Orgasms, Sir kink, Infidelity, Death

Word Count: 3,673

A/N: Rewritten bitches. I used the ‘short descriptive’ writing style cause I’m experimenting 🤔 Tell me how my smut is, completely uncensored. I need pointers, tip, critics, HELP. This is originally supposed to be a small drabble I wrote after reading Sciascia’s The Day of the Owl which is such a masterpiece. Also let me know what you think and enjoy!

An endless cycle.

Skin against skin. The afterhours of the night and lust conveying the trust words wouldn’t dare. Your hair matted with sweat, licking away at your exhaustion. Gut tucked under his arm, his muscles holding you still and obedient to his chest. The symphony of moans disturbing the quiet euphoria of the darkness.

“S-Sir-”

The young man pounding harder from the call of his sweet siren.

“Please.” you cry

Your death hung from your inner core, your rebirth every time he kissed your crevice. In every thrust was a hidden message. You had told him once that he was like the sun. But you were a woman who preferred the night.

And in that endless night, the bed’s creak, the pouring rain, the pleads were all your liberation from the crawling guilt. The hand you crave to always caress you – forces your chin up and eyes awake. Eyes that constantly avoid him.

Face your sins.

It’s a scolding. The one filled with the most love.

And god you love him.

You considered yourself a simple woman. Danger, secrecy, guns, drugs, money, lust and pain are all part of your life. Married off as a naive maiden, being spoken for by Asia’s most powerful man – hand in hand, joined by force of business, together by word of law.

Separated by younger hands, softer hair, and gentle eyes.

Together every night.

At times after the calloused ones have taken you. Selfishly. Uncaring. Tainted.

But are his not?

His taint you’d wear like a diamond ring. A stone to show off to every patronizing voice, even your own. Yet if only he’d keep his breath after he’s taken over yours.

He carries the dark like a shield and he’ll bend the rules as he wishes.

“I love you.” he says one night

Naked, unabashed, and quenched; laying in each other’s arms. You blink.

“I know.” You whisper and bring your small hand to gently cup his face. His jaw twitches above your palm, but you know – and he knows, this has to be the limit of your words.

If only he’d keep his head after he’s taken over yours.

The lights are so bright, one could spot demons in the shadowy corners of the vast room, yet you can see nothing.

Another unknown arrogant guest from another wealthy family comes to meet you, or more so him, and another fake smile you must sell, another tear unshed.

“So, the Kami Clan is finally retreating I see.”

“Nothing a few underlings couldn’t handle, of course.”

Poor thing was so young, had no parents or family-

Heard he was exceedingly handsome? Missed my chance dammit!

Thankfully his sacrifice made a difference.

“I’m going to grab something to drink, please excuse me.” You smile with your spotless teeth at the already forgotten couple in front of you.

“She looks a bit tired.” The woman feigns worry as you walk away

“Ah, yes. She must be. We’ve been trying for a baby 2 weeks no- “

Keeping your pace faster than the beat of your chest, you were soon too far away for the rest. Wincing at your irritated legs covered with blemishes from another eventful ‘try’ your antagonist had planned, you were thankful your gown was lingering the floor to cover your pain. For what it’s worth, you hope the jewel adorning your neck was covering your heart.

You ask the bartender for a Bacardi 151, “I want to die tonight.”

He snickers but gets to work when you don’t. As he fixes your drink, you look around you. How many of these have you attended by now? Before and after you were sold off…

The huge halls of his mansion, the chandeliers and priceless outfits. How bright was the room, how polished was the floor. Your reflection glares back at you from the tiles. Money wasn’t just green paper, but broken backs, gold mirrors, diamond rings, and bleeding heads.

Haughty looks, competing status, judgmental gossip. And behind it all, they stood as the silent protectors…expendable humans. The hidden protection. A smirk graces your lips, quite a fitting title they wear, as dark as the night.

“Here you are, Mistress.” He places your drink before you.

The glass was wide, the alcohol dim and heavy. It didn’t fit the lit-up area, it didn’t fit you.

The room is spinning. You’re nauseous.

“He left again tonight.” You tell your guard, “I don’t want anyone disturbing my room.”

He nods. And he’s gone.

You don’t have to wait long, just until the darkness is so suffocating it feels as if it’ll swallow you whole. Or until he will.

“Baby doll.” A hushed whisper.

Hoseok slides up to your laying figure. You let go of the breath you were holding.

“I missed you.”

“I missed you more.”

A warmth spreads as he touches you, slightly at first as if to make sure it was still okay. Impatient with his placidness, you jump up from the bed. Throwing your arms around his shoulders, face buried into his neck; embracing firmly.

He smells of roses, addiction and smoke. You were needier than usual.

“What’s wrong.” He giggles, and you grasp harder. Forbidden words die at your throat.

“Jonah didn’t make it back today.”

He frowns, his arms coming up behind you. Every movement displayed exhaustion.

“Don’t worry about that stuff. It’s normal in our line of wo- “

“Shut the fuck up.” You pound his chest with your small fist, empty rage from his words dressing you.

He doesn’t even budge.

“It’s not supposed to be, it shouldn’t be. Not for Jonah, not for Kim, and NOT for you.”

He watches down at you with stoic eyes, like a parent watching a child throw a tantrum.

“Please don’t die.” You cry to him. Your pounding getting weaker. Emotions you’ve kept concealed since the disclosure pouring out like a fountain.

Please don’t leave me.

He grabs your fist, his eyes finally adjusting to the darkness of your room, the darkness your eyes have become used to observing.

Bringing your hand up to his mouth, he kisses. One, twice, until he’s trailing his mouth up your fragile arm, into your neck.

“I won’t.”

You know he didn’t say it, but you swear you heard it.

He strips you of your thin night dress and lays you down. Your nipples hardening at the cool air. You become this barren, body and soul, just for him and he knows that. Takes pride in it. Which is why he hates taking his time, because there’s not a second to waste when he’s with you.

His rough hands, calloused from his every sin, are all over your breasts in a second. Taking turns at squeezing your soft mounds and pinching the hardened bud. There was something about his touch that always shot right through your core, especially when it was this desperate.

Your eyes were closed, the skin of your fondled chest erupting into goosebumps. Light pecks travel up your jaw and just underneath your lips.

You whine

He giggles again, the tease, and you feel it inside your skin.

Forcing open your eyes, you reach up, grabbing his face and forcing him down onto your mouth. He stumbles on top of you, and you could sense his shock at your assertiveness. The room was filled with your slither as you sucked and fucked his tongue. Teeth clashing giving you a flimsy rush, tongues pressing against his as he bites your lips raw.

Your chest collided against him, his warmth embracing you like the shadows. While your arms slid up his biceps pulling him closer to you and wrapping your left leg around his torso, so he can touch your needy, wet cunt. His hands find their places on your ass, tugging at the plump skin till it bruised.

You couldn’t feel his gun today.

As he shifts down your jaw, the man’s knee becomes pressed into your side, and it hurts. Even with the lack of comfort, you only let moans escape your mouth as he bites at your purpled skin, to retrace, to rename. Because you know, if you say something, if you make it known, he’ll move off, he’ll ask what’s wrong. And you’ve waited a million minutes to not part for this one. With him, you’ve come to understand there was pleasure in the pain anyway.

“Hoseok.” You breathe, mouths still on each other, slipping with the way you slurred. Pulling at his coat, you signal him.

He takes it off in a flash, followed by his shirt, and he is on you again. Hoseok was built like a Greek god, which is why you couldn’t stop staring at him in those fitted button ups and black harnesses. Craving him to destroy you, even with your husband nearby. It is also why anytime he was this close, anytime you could smell the cigarettes off his torso like the smoke was inside your own lungs, you clung onto him like a koala. And lastly, while he’s putting all his weight on you, you can feel his hard dick pulse on you through his slacks.

You feel so suffocated, becoming one with the bed; surrounded by his scent, tongues intertwined, so much warmth. Even the mussed-up sheets on your back, every stitch out of place, every lump and wrinkle. It felt like bliss.

Serendipity.

His kisses become rougher as he grasps your hand.

“That bastard, mm, joked abou-ahh about you today.”

He gets up off you, and you stare at him dazed, confused, and out of breath. Your lips were burning, fingers tightly intertwined.

“Said you were a walking cum bag in front of all his men.”

And even in the dark, you could see the fire ignited in his eyes,

“One day, I swear to god, one day, I’m going to kill the old man. Gut him and hang him off a tree, I’m going t- “

“Well,” You intercept, pushing yourself up by the elbows until you sat. He towered over you on his knees, like a shield keeping you safe. With a smirk, you place you free palm on his bicep, and he freezes under you. Dragging your hand through his rocky chest, you land onto his hard crotch. It jerks under your palm and you watch his tough man act drop. “He’s not wrong you know.”

He tilts his head disorderly, probably about to reprimand you by how his brow twitched.

So, humorously scoffing, you gently nudge to flip him over. It almost made you cackle the way he fell over like a domino. Only for you. Now, it was you who hovered over him, still softly rubbing him.

Holding himself up by the elbows slightly, he bites back a moan.

You make your way south, admiring his abs, cultivated by a malevolent angel you’re sure. As you’re directly over his clothed member, you sigh, kissing his dick over his pants a few times.

“I am a walking cum bag…just not his, sir.”

Hoseok’s whole body tightens; his abs clench. You tug at his slacks and he lifts his butt, so you can pull them off. His erection springs up in front of you, the tip glistening in the moonlight who was spying at you both through your large window.

“Mmmm~ want this-” You sigh right above it, giving it a lick and feeling him shiver. “Inside me.”

Your hand glides up and down his length, while Hoseok throws his head back.

You kiss the tip and spread the precum, before gathering the spit in your mouth. With a grunt, you spit it onto him, and hear him shiver. There was a silver string of saliva that still connected your mouth with his length. Pursing your lips, you begin to stroke him softly, letting your wet hand glide through the skin in ease.

“Fuck.” He grunts under his breath

Opening then your mouth as wide as you could, you take his dick all the way down his length before you suck with blunt force.

With him, you never cared about looking attractive or innocent like you do with everyone else. Instead you wanted him to see all your bad sides, you wanted to be his mindless whore. Sometimes you wish you could forget everything and everyone but him. That no one else survived but you both.

He’s always thought you were so innocent. A fragile flower ruined by the harsh winds of this cold word. But you were more corrupted than he could even imagine.

You eat up his shaking and hisses as praise, feeling like an open spring around your heat. Lips are glossy, filled with spit and cum as you bob up and down his length, your fingers playing with his balls. Letting your teeth lightly graze him, you grin with a dickfull as he throws his head back. Hoseok was salty, but it was salt spun from gold. And you always had expensive taste.

Popping off of him, you delicately hold the shaft back, before licking his balls with your skilled tongue. His right thigh is being rubbed by with your digits, because you know how sensitive he is there. Nails gliding and slicing through the soft top layer of the skin. Every time he groans you feel so accomplished.

As you take him inside you again, you make sure he hits your throat, trying to take him deeper and deeper into you. Your expression is so whorish in pure delight – like you’ve never tasted anything better, and he’s never seen anything more virgin. He grabs your head once you are at the tip, before pushing you down on his dick till the hilt. You immediately gag, throat closing in on reflex.

“Just how long did you think you could play with me?”

It’s your turn to shiver, he holds your head down his length with gentle force, but it feels like he’ll take apart your skull. Your eyes roll into the back of your head.

Grabbing a fistful of your hair, he slowly pries your mouth away from his cock by pulling up. The strand he tugs loosely burn through your head, feeling like it’s on fire. Your pussy throbs with desire.

It hurts, and you love it.

The sexiest thing about him was his anger. Such as when you wouldn’t even spare him a glance at those parties, ‘you hated,’ glued to the side of that man. When you’d teased him with dirty gestures throughout the day with everyone nearby, the purest minx he’s ever seen. Even the spaced out look you’d have after every session with that bastard –

He fucking hated it

With a growl, he throws your face into the pillow and positions himself behind your elevated ass. Being exposed like this, in the bleak light was what you loved the most about the night. The air around you was heavy, and without even looking at him, you could just imagine him gaping at your exposed, puckering hole. Your glistening core. Knowing he could do whatever he wanted with you and you’d never protest.

“My walking cum bag should do its job better hmm?”

His deepening voice almost makes you cry.

“Y-yes sir.”

He slaps your pussy hard and you scream out, muffled by your cashmere pillow, while your walls clench around nothing. Unaffected by your pain, he plunges his long digits into you. Moving them apart like they weren’t being restricted by your tight walls. That action has you has you clawing at your pillow.

“Speak clearly”

“Y-Y-…Yes sir.” You state, lifting your mouth off the pillow; holding in the leaky tears.

This taint you’d wear like a crown. Show off to every doubting voice, even your own.

“Good doll.” He takes out his fingers, placing them into his mouth. You hear him sigh at your taste, licking himself clean and your whole-body aches. To praise you, he pats your pussy, mesmerized by your submission.

You scream again when you suddenly feel his tongue inside you, his long fingers spreading your cheeks apart.

His extended muscle stretches inside of you. You were squirming but he held you in place, slapping your ass to tell you to hold still. He contracts his wet tongue toward your folds, licking ellipticals. Hoseok moans at your glaze, you matching the rhythm of his tone. Everything was so wet, you felt so dirty, so heavenly.

Diving back into your walls, he pinches your clit and you cry out. Digits still pulling your ass apart like dough. The man was famished. So much aggression from suppressing his desires every single day the damned sun dared to shine. It was exactly what you wanted, a taste only the luckiest girls get. And it’s all yours.

He brings his mouth forward to toy with your clit, sucking harshly. Your jaw hangs open, thighs shaking so bad you’re sure they’ll collapse, till he smacks your inner thigh, jolting you sturdy.

“Shir, s-s-shlir, ple-I’m gonna-ah-cum, oh god, p-pleash-” You slur around your saliva. Part of you wishes your naïve parents could see you right now, their perfect little angel, a complete whore for a man who wasn’t her husband. No, he was far from it. It gave you pleasure to imagine the horror on your father’s face. The man who sold you without blinking.

How would he feel when he sees you were the actual ruler of this transaction all along? Your body belongs to you, and whoever you choose to give it to.

He removes himself from your insides, breathing out warm air before sitting up. You whine while he watches your pathetic writhing state, licking around his mouth for any juices left over.

“You taste so fucking good, doll.” He squeezes your inner thigh

“Tha-Thank you sir.” The praise was making you light headed, your breath was still as heavy. Your fast heartbeat rung throughout your ears and you felt like you were floating on clouds. It was like that time you took a line with him, although he only let you take it once, you adored that painful feeling of pure pleasure.

He rubs your ass, stroking his cock a few times. The area was red and sore making him wince. For your sake he hoped you could make excuses for any bruising in the future, but on the inside, he was elated. Everyone should know who you belong to. Everyone.

Biting his bottom lip, he slowly he plunges into your heat, observing the way his dick disappears inside you in the darkness. A truly breathtaking sight. You let out a long-drawn whimper as he inches in. The stretch and burn was addictive, transcendental. Making you grip the sheets around you tightly, fingers filled with ache. For a moment there was nothing but both of you and the overcast night.

Once he has filled you to the brim, he waits for you to adjust while you shed a tear onto your pillow, firmly clenching your eyes shut. Although he said nothing, only took exhales, although it was quiet, and dim and you couldn’t see anything. His love was as obvious as your beating dead heart.

He takes his thick, veiny length out slowly before ramming into you again. Over and over and over and over again. His palms gripping your hips. A steady pace, for fallen grace.

And you’re here once more. In the dark, nothing but the music of two sinners and the creaks of your bed. The two most beautiful sounds in the world for the guilty.

“Hoseok, I-I’m gonna cum-”

“Mmm, go on.” he fastens his pace – harder thrusts, louder notes

Your toes curl in and your whole-body stutters, falling in on itself, mouth agape, going through epiphany. Hoseok holds you up by the forearm as you clench around him.

“Fucking shit doll.” He mutters. His hard pace faltering. Soon after, he cums inside you. Milking every last, endless drop. Painting your walls and your heart.

You both drop down onto the mattress, panting hot and hard. Sweat sticking you like soulmates, even the stars couldn’t separate you.

He tugs you closer to his body, giving you a passionate kiss. You kiss him back with the same energy.

Skin on skin. In the afterhours of the night.

He pulls back and stares into your eyes. The darkness is the only place to see things clearly; without any blockage the lights bring. Trapped in his arms, the dark is as clear as the day.

He’d die for you, but you’d never give him the chance.

“I love you.”

“…I know”

An endless cycle.

They say it was painful

It was 2 weeks ago, anything new please?

I heard the circumstances around his death were suspicious? An inside-

Such a waste I wanted to try him out once~

“I’m not feeling well.” You tell him. It’s true this time, it feels like your head will split apart.

“Go inside then.” He says, not even looking in your direction

Huh, no ‘you don’t do shit, the least you could do is smile’ this time, you think as you slip away from the bright lights and hungry, condescending looks, up the stairs.

You step into your room, slipping off your Ralph Lauren and Louboutin’s, turning off all the lights in your chamber. It fills you with an immediate sense of relief. Placing your untouched drink on the dresser, you face the large window. The moonlight peeks in through the broken clouds.

You snort. Broken.

And suddenly the moon is blurry. The only goddamn thing you can see in the darkness is faded. Blinking hazily, you sigh feeling the tears down your cheeks for the hundredth time. It’ll mess up your makeup.

You heave a bit. Nausea crawls up your throat, but you fight it. Close your eyes tight and blur out the classical orchestra blaring downstairs. It won’t happen, it can’t. Because it’s not his, you can tell.

Stained, tragic passion.

“Fucking liar.” You whisper at nothing

“I love you, too.”

You fall into the darkness.

A broken cycle.

Singularity.

#bts #hoseok #bts x reader #hoseok x reader #bts angst #bts smut #hoseok angst #hoseok smut #jhope #R:DOAN

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writing-after-midnight · 5 years

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Between the Office Blocks

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Welp its currently 2:58 am and I just wrote this lil thing for y’all! :) I promise I’m going to get back to my multi chaps and stuff! This probably has a few mistakes, but have mercy I only work when I’m close to utter exhaustion and when it’s past midnight hahaha!

If I made a list to tag people in everything I write (including asks, mini fics, multi chap, etc) would people be interested?

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The day starts as a usual Monday morning in the Prythian Industries office. My colleagues arrive at their desk half-awake, clutching a coffee as they try not to fall asleep in front of their screens; the air conditioning ceasing to work and leaving the block to slowly cook as the summer sun glares in through the windows. The office is never too lively at this time, but not even the boss can bring himself to care about the lack of productivity.

Fighting to keep my head from hitting the desk, I manage to send a few emails to my half-dead colleagues. Too many late nights spent painting the starry sky have taken their toll. Office jobs are the one thing I vowed to myself I would never do, but an aspiring artist with no money to keep herself afloat in the first place would never survive in this city. I feel like my brain is processing everything a minute after it happens. I sigh, and look around. The rest of the people in the office still look half-dead, so I don’t think I’ll be told off if I let myself relax for a little bit. That’s what I tell myself as my head turns the other way to look out of the window, at least.

I’ve always had a fascination with the sky and its colours, but the haze blurring the rest of the city on my left and right doesn’t inspire me today. Still, I just want to get out of this Cauldron-damned office. I watch the cars pass by below me, checking my boss doesn’t pass by every few minutes. Maybe I could just walk out and grab one of those cars, and drive somewhere nice… nobody here would notice. The only thing holding me back is the lack of money when I would get back. Or maybe I could sit in a field and forget about everything. I close my eyes, imagining the soft wind through my hair....

I jerk awake when someone behind me drops one of their folders, the clatter ringing through the office. How long was I out? I know that I should I probably get back to work and emails and planning, but my brain still won’t bring itself to do any of it. Instead, I continue to stare out of the window.

There is another office block in front of me, the same ugly colour and uniformity as ours. Most of the time, I detest looking at the Mountain Inc. building. The people sitting next to the windows look closer to death than half the people around me. Every single one I see look devoid of any emotion, hunched over their computers, continuously typing. I scan over all of them, looking for any signs of life anywhere. And that’s when I see him. The office blocks are so close together I can see him perfectly, directly across from me.

The man is dressed in a black suit, and he is staring out into the sun, seemingly daydreaming. The light reflecting from the window illuminates all of the features on his face. The chiseled jaw, the dark blue eyes that look almost purple in the light, the inky black hair framing his tanned face. The dreamy look he has on his face suggests that he’s feeling similar to me from a few minutes ago. The large window perfectly frames his body, and my fingers itch for a paintbrush, to hope to capture some aspect of this man. And then I realise I’ve been staring for too long. And the man is now staring at me, an unreadable smile crossing his face.

My cheeks instantly heat, and without thinking, I wave. Did I actually just do that? I quickly look behind me to check that nobody is watching, and find him offering a small wave back. His smile widens to a grin, as he holds up his hand in a gesture to wait. Slightly confused, I watch as he turns back to his desk, then faces me again a moment later, pressing four sticky notes to the window.

H i ! The notes said, followed by a smiley face. I can’t help but laugh. It’s his turn to wait as I grab a piece of paper to write my response.

This day is going by too slowly! He reads, as I then grab a sticky note. Name? I ask followed by a smiley face to match his.

Same over here, Darling! He replies. The name he gives me makes my cheeks turn red again. I’m Rhys.

I’m Feyre! I’d much rather be out of this office, everyone’s a zombie.

Can we be office buddies, Feyre Darling? It’s much too boring over here too. We’re the only ones left alive, it seems.

Yes, please.This is so much more fun than trying to talk to Bron at this hour.

I see Rhys laugh, shoulders shaking slightly. I’ve not even met him properly, so how can I already find him so attractive? You’re always welcome to… what is this? Talking? Messaging?

I have just enough time to read what the note says, before a panicked look crosses his face and he crumples it.

A second later, a woman with red hair appears at Rhys’ desk. She seems to be angry, and Rhys’ head hangs a little bit. I cringe, thinking about how I’ve just gotten him into trouble. The woman must have seen what we were doing because she walks to the window and spots me staring at them. Her face goes stony, and I watch as she drops the blind. That’s ended our conversation, then.

An hour passes by, and I do next to nothing on the computer. I can’t help but look over to the black blinds opposite to me every couple of minutes. By the second hour of staring at the screen, I look over to Rhys’ window again, completely giving up on any sort of work. And then, I see a flash of yellow peek through the blinds as tanned fingers press a note on the window. My heart does an involuntary leap.

Number?

Immediately, I scramble for a pen and sticky note, writing my phone number down. I stick the note on the window and wait, watching for any movement on the opposite block.

A couple of minutes later, I see two fingers part the blinds, and the pair of blue eyes stare back at me. I offer back a shy smile, and his eyes wrinkle in what must be a grin. The eyes disappear, and I search through my bag for my phone. Even though I’ve been clearly putting sticky notes on the window all morning, I decide to hide my phone under a folder, just in case I’m spotted. Not 30 seconds later, my phone buzzes.

Unknown number: Is this Feyre Darling? It’s Rhys! Sorry about that! My boss decided I wasn’t doing enough work, not like I’m going to let that stop me from talking to you :)

I actually giggle. Like a schoolgirl. The effort this man is going to, to talk to me makes me blush for the third time today.

This is Feyre! Your boss gave me the worst side eye, and I don’t even work for her! I’d die if I had to work there.

She’s like that all the time, it doesn’t matter who to. Oh well, it’s money!

That’s the only reason I’m here, otherwise I’d be painting.

A minute or two passes, and I start to worry that I’ve gotten him into trouble again, or maybe that he has simply lost interest in the conversation. However, the reply I receive isn’t quite what I was expecting.

This may be a little bit forward, but perhaps you would like to meet after work for a coffee, and you could tell me about your painting? Only if you want to, of course, but I would love to talk to you!

Is this actually happening?

Yeah, that sounds great! What time do you get out of work? I’m out at 4pm :)

I’ll be out for 3:30pm, but I’ll wait outside if you would like? Or we can meet at the coffee shop on the corner? :)

I’m not opposed to walking down with you ;) see you at 4pm!

See you then, Feyre Darling ;)

The last few hours in the office seem to pass by even slower than usual, but at least they feel brighter. It finally comes to 4pm, and I dash out of the office and down the stairs, out onto the street. I look around, trying to spot inky black hair in the bustling crowd. Then a deep voice comes from behind me.

“There you are, I’ve been looking for you.”

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EXCHANGE (3) / JJK

to give something and receive something of the same kind in return

Note: I’ve updated! Yes! First of all thank you for your support and please keep showing your love through likes, reblogs, comments and just by simply reading and enjoying. If there is a spelling mistake or really just something completely off, don’t hesitate to contact me.

Pairing: reader x Jungkook

Genre: romance, non idol AU

Warnings: none

Word count: 3711 words

PART 1 / PART 2 / / PART 4 / PART 5 / PART 6 / PART 7

Summary: Yes, you are an exchange student. You noticed EF also organized trips to Seoul and you wanted something different than the same five people in your hometown. You came to the beautiful city to learn and relax, most definitely not to fall in live with one of the teachers. Definitely not the young extracurricular teacher who seemed to be good at everything.

*Y/N = your name *Y/C = your city/country

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You curled your fingers into the palm of your hand, not even feeling them dig in. If you hadn’t fancied this guy you’d be funny and flirtatious, since you kind of did like him your brain was malfunctioning as much as if you were drunk and hangover all at once. The both of you were walking next to each other in one of the more busier streets in Gangnam. It was hard to keep up with him as people kept bumping into you. You had almost lost him twice in the past five minutes and he was getting a bit annoyed. He looked at you like: you wanted to go to Seoul so you better learn to navigate yourself through it. His hand caught yours and he guided you through the crowd. Your skin tingled where he held your hand but you tried to ignore the feeling it gave you.

After a few minutes he took a left turn and suddenly you were in a more quiet street, an alley to be more exact. A cute restaurant was hidden behind plants and fairy lights. You were mesmerized by the beautiful simplicity of the place so you didn’t notice Jungkook letting go of your hand. You didn’t notice him taking out his phone to snap a quick picture of you being fascinated.

“It is one of my favorite places. I accidentally discovered this restaurant when I was feeling really down and the people and the atmosphere inside really helped me get trough it.” He explained and you noticed the fondness in his eyes. You weren’t sure though if it was for the restaurant or if it was a fondness for you. He took your hand in his again and waited for you to follow him.

“Thank you.” Was the only thing you said before entering the place almost sacred to Jungkook. It was the second time he had shared something personal with you and it made you wonder what was going on in that pretty little head of his. It also made you wonder with how many people had he shared these stories? How many people had he taken to this place? Where you a first or one out of many? You tried to push these thoughts away and smiled. You were glad that your hangover self still decided to wear a dress today instead of your pajama as you first invented to do.

“Table for two.” He said and the both of you were brought to the only remaining table at the back of the restaurant. You looked around at the busy tables. An old couple eating side by side, one glass of wine each. A group of young women in their thirties or so collapsing with helpless giggles as a stern woman dining alone nearby looked on and frowned. American tourists, trying to decipher the menu. The noise level was high but it didn’t bother you.

A girl brought us some menu’s and spoke fast in Korean. Jungkook smiled and said something that got a laugh out of her. You were learning Korean so you understood simple things as ‘hello’ and ‘thank you’ but you felt a bit left out. It almost seemed like he sensed your uncomfortableness as he shot you one of his characteristic smiles that left everyone gasping for breath. Our knees almost touched under the narrow table and you couldn’t help the heath that was entering your body.

“I don’t really know what to order if I’m being honest.” You confessed while staring at the menu. They had some translations into English and some things you understood but you weren’t really familiar with the Korean kitchen.

“I’ll order something for us. Don’t worry.” And with these words you were comforted. His deep brown eyes the color of melted chocolate that stared deep into your soul made your heart race but also calmed your never stopping thoughts.

He called for the waitress at your table and started ordering in Korean. She wrote down everything he said and immediately vanished into the kitchen to give our orders. Silence fell over the both of you and you didn’t know what to say or do. This was a weird situation. Him being kind of your teacher and you only being here for a little of a month. Why were you having dinner with a pretty Korean boy when your return flight was already scheduled?

“How is the hangover?” You had felt embarrassed throughout the day so his question didn’t make you blush as it would have five hours ago. His stare didn’t make your ears go red anymore.

“I’m really good actually. Your greasy breakfast saved me today.” There's that static again, that crackling in the air whenever the two of you got within a foot of each other. It wasn’t the first time you noticed but due to your lack of sleep last night, you felt it more intensely.

“My hangover soup would have been better. Maybe next time when you’re wandering the building and I have to take your crying ass in.” His facial features were babyish, big eyes, soft skin and a cute nose. There was nothing rugged about his looks at all, even his jaw was shaved absolutely smooth. You’d always gone for the lumberjack type before, but he just got you with how kind he looked, how safe.

“I promise you that this won’t happen again. I will stop drinking while I’m here.” Your words were barely said when the waitress arrived with a bottle of soju and two glasses. Jungkook started laughing uncontrollably.

“You should’ve seen your face. You don’t have to drink if you don’t want to but I thought you would appreciate a complete traditional Korean meal with the obligatory Korean drinks.” He said while still having the biggest smile on his face. He opened the bottle of Soju and looked over at you as if to ask if he could fill your glass. You nodded.

“I can’t say no to tradition.” Each drink offered seemed like a better and better idea. The jokes got funnier, you became a comedian of epic proportions and you flirted without embarrassing yourself further.

After the food arrived he immediately started to grill the meat and explained what everything was and how you are supposed to eat it. Every time when something was done he instantly put in on your plate or asked you to open your mouth. From afar it must have looked like you were already dating, already a couple. But if you looked closer you could see your burning red ears and the awkward glances when one thought the other wasn’t looking.

He listened as if your words were golden, perhaps some drug he'd been waiting for. From what he says you can tell he is thinking so deeply, already with a strategy that's several moves ahead of what you’re capable of after too many shots.

“So you’re really close with your parents?”

“Yes, but I don’t live at home anymore. It started to get really tense with just the three of us living together. They didn’t want me to go but now they understand that moving out was the best thing I could’ve done for our little family. Every time spend together is because we want to and when we have a lot to say. When I lived home it sometimes felt like an obligation to go and talk to my mom.Which I hated but I didn’t know how to change it.” The food was already devoured and the both of you were the only ones left in the little restaurant. He had ordered a second bottle of soju and there were no walls around the two of you.

“It must have been a difficult decision to make.” And in his words was a kindness, a concern that is so natural for him. This attentiveness is apart of who he is and that is, if you’re being honest, the most attractive feature you’ve ever seen in a man. And as the hours go by it becomes the best conversation you’ve ever had too, it flows, with listening and intelligent responses.

The walk back to your campus was quiet. His hand didn’t find its way toward yours. The streets weren’t as busy as they had been before. The moment you stepped out of the restaurant, reality struck. This was actually not supposed to happen, you starting to like Korean boy who lived seas away from you.

“Have you ever dyed your hair?” He suddenly asked you. A simple nod of your head seemed to suffice. “I’ve always wanted to dye my hair black, but going to the hairdressers they always said I should cherish my brown locks. I mean, we’re in Asia, you know, a lot of people with black hair.”

“I can dye your hair if you want to.” You offered a bit too enthusiastically as this was a promise to meet up again after today.

“Tomorrow evening I have a dance class but I can hang out after.” The last part came out like question and your heart couldn’t help but skip a bit at his cuteness.

“I’ve applied for that dance class so I will also be available after.” His eyes locked with yours and the both of you were just smiling at each other for what felt like minutes.

“You can go in first so people don’t get the wrong idea or something.” He casually said and that’s the moment you realized you were close by campus.

“I’ll see you tomorrow Jungkook.” Goodbyes were shared and you ran toward your room. You didn’t stop when someone called your name, you barely halted at the stairs running two steps a time. When you finally got in your room, you were out of breath and crashed to the ground. Luckily for you your roommate was out so nobody saw you in this weird state of anxiety and happiness. Apparently the two of them were friends in your mind now and they didn’t stop bickering about your shared moments with Jungkook.

Just sitting there your eyes were staring to get tired again due to your lack of sleep the night before. You had eaten so much of the food that Jungkook had ordered your body was ready for a long slumber. It took all of your last efforts to get up and drop yourself unto your unmade bed. Your personal dreamland opened up his welcoming arms and with a content sigh you were off to wherever your dreams would be taking you that night. Zzz

It was still weird waking up with a snoring roommate in a different country where nobody spoke your mother tongue. All communication had to be done in English or very crappy Korean. The first few days in Seoul have gone by so fast that you had barely seen anything. You had seen the airport, your campus and two bars and a restaurant close by campus. A mental note was taken to sightsee this weekend without a lame excuse like having to drink with your fellow students. Even though you knew you would choose the drinking option if it presented itself at the right time, like right after class.

The weather was going to be great today so you decided to wear one of your favorite summer dresses. Very casual but apparently also an eye catcher as a lot of people complimented you on your way toward breakfast.

“You look nice Y/N.”

“That color looks really great on you.”

“Oh do you have a date or something?”

Were a few of the compliments people had given you. Alfie noticed you immediately when you entered the cafeteria area and made his way over to you. The look on his face was filled with worry.

“Where did you go last night? I saw you running to your room all worked up. Everything fine?”

“Oh, I went to eat out alone and afterwards I quickly ran to my room to call my parents.” The lie was easy and effective as Alfie instantly believed you.

“Good. Then I can fill you in on campus gossip.” His eyes got bigger as he was ready to spill the tea. You grabbed some food and followed him toward his seat.

“There is already campus gossip?” You asked in disbelief.

“Yes, and it involves your boy.” His smile broadened as he noticed he had my full attention.

“I don’t have a boy. You’re my boy here.” You tried to play it cool even though your heart was racing. What could it be? That he was a known player? Did he have a family? Does he have a child? What could it be?

“And it involves you.” Your eyes widened in disbelief. Did somebody see you have dinner? And if so, why would that be gossip worthy? Don’t we all go out and have dinner with handsome strangers?

“Apparently I was right that he definitely took an interest in you.” He said after taking a quick bite of his breakfast bar.

“What could you possibly mean by that? Can you please tell me what’s going on? Do I have to hide in shame?” You looked around and tried to keep your head down. The yoghurt bowl in front of you was suddenly the last thing you wanted.

“No, I think everyone is quite proud of you to be honest. Everyone is staring at you with jealous eyes.” And he was right. Everyone was staring. Maybe that was the reason everyone complimented you and not just because of the dress.

“What are they saying? I mean, if something had happened I would’ve told you so please enlighten me with you knowledge.”

“Some of the staff also have a crush on Jungkook, and to be honest I think every girl and boy on campus has a crush on him. Some of these girls have tried, but like really tried to get his attention but it never worked.” He sipped from his orange juice but you put his glass down and motioned for him to continue.

“He is nice and friendly and will always answer your questions and blabla but he has never dated anyone. Hell, he has never even talked to a girl if he had to initiate the conversation.” You started to realize where this was leading too. It strangely calmed you down knowing the gossip was about Jungkook not sleeping around. Not that you really cared, you know, he’s not yours or anything.

“That’s were you come in the picture. He has initiated a conversation with you on multiple occasions. He immediately notices where you are and is very interested in your extra activities, if you know what I mean.” The last part was said with a naughty look in his eyes so the only thing you could do was hit him at the back of his head.

“Why are you so defensive? Is something really going on?” His voice was only a whisper and you were glad he finally showed a little bit of tact around you.

“No, as I said before if there was I would’ve told you. I just don’t like being talked about especially if I didn’t even do anything. I just excited and people created a much more interesting story around it.” A sigh escaped your lips and in that moment Jungkook wandered into the cafeteria. It seemed like he had overslept as his hair was wild and curly and this made it harder for you to tear your eyes off of him. He quickly grabbed some fruit and sprinted outside without noticing the effect he had on the whole room. If all eyes weren’t on you before they were most definitely now.

“I’m just saying if you could hit that you should. You owe it to all the girls who are eying you with pure venom pouring out of their eyes.”

“He is good-looking but I don’t want to hit anything. I want to learn and I want to sight see and I want to have drinks with you.” It came out more desperate than you originally intended but this whole situation was getting on your nerves.

“Maybe he could learn you new things you know.” Alfie said with a smirk that deserved another hit to the head. “I’m sorry, that one was really too easy. You want to have a drink tonight?” He asked you hopefully. You remembered the plans you had made with Jungkook to color his hair but you couldn’t mention this to Alfie as you had already lied about you whereabouts yesterday.

“No, not tonight. I think I might study tonight. Because of our last drinking session we practically missed a full day of class even though we were in the room. I didn’t learn a lot yesterday.” The excuses and lies were easy for you today and it only made you grow a certain disgust for yourself. That’s why you don’t want to hang out with cute boys. They make you go al coo-coo in the head and you most definitely didn’t have time to be one of these girls who left everything for a certain pair of pretty brown eyes. Tonight you were going to tell him you would not be secretly having out with him anymore as the lies were already building up.

“I’ll try to catch up today in class, speaking of-“ he opened his phone to check the time “-we should be going if we don’t want to be late.” You ate your last spoon of yoghurt and threw the remaining in the nearest garbage can.

“So that ends our class for today. Remember to pair up and wander around in Seoul to take some pictures.” The teacher remarked as everyone was packing up their bags and waiting for his cue to leave. “You can go now.” He finished and everyone jumped out of their seat toward the exit.

“You want to pair up?” Alfie asked you and you happily nodded your head.

“I am extremely honored that you thought of me to be your everlasting partner through the busy streets of S-“

“Yes I get it. Let’s look for some food. I’m starving.” Alfie interrupted you ready to discuss the more important matters, such as food. Your stomach started growling and Alfie shot up a look of fascination.

“It’s really strange how much noise your stomach can make.”

“My belly is just really excited to be here. Asian food has always been my favorite. So stop talking and carry me outside.” You said while jumping on his back. He had an odd kind of spluttering laugh but is was contagious. The both of you were running through campus with the biggest grin on your faces.

“Hey Y/N, Alfie, where are you guys going?” The shrieking twins yelled after us. Alfie dropped me and turned around.

“We’re going to look for some food as we’re both starving. You want to come with us?” You asked them hoping they would say no, which of course they didn’t. They agreed and some other people heard too so now you were going out to have some food with Alfie and six other people of your class.

“So Y/N what is going on between you and Jungkook?” Amalia asked you innocently but her eyes showed an interest you couldn’t quite place. Borderline obsession was the vibe she was giving you.

“Nothing is going on and I don’t really know why people would think that. We had two conversations and I’ve only been here for four days so that would be really quick of me to jump on something or someone.” You tried to explain calmly but in the end your annoyance with the situation showed.

“I would jump that on my first day.” Agate muttered under her breath and everyone started laughing. This wasn’t the only moment they tried to get some information out of you but you always just brushed it off. Food was eaten and some soft drinks were shared and before you knew it, it was time to go and get ready for dance class, with Jungkook, as teacher.

“I’m definitely going to wear something sexy. He can not deny what I’ve been given once he notices.” Amalia said on the walk back to our dorms.

“Well, he first has to notice you as Y/N takes up all his attention.” Agate said while eying your reaction.

“Don’t be worried girls. I will be wearing simple black Adidas joggers and t-shirt.” And so you did what you said. You changed into your only pair of sport pants you had with you and also put on a bucket hat so you could hide your sweaty face while dancing. You were definitely no dancer and nobody had to see your face all sweaty.

“Y/N, you ready?” Alfie yelled from the other side of your door. You took one last look in the mirror and decided to have a good time. Tomorrow there will be other more interesting gossip and people would forget about you and the handsome young man.

“Yes, I am but are you?” You asked while opening the door. He was wearing flashy green pants matched with a blue sweater.

“I am not, but I have the best outfit out the two of us so I will be fine.” He said while tugging at your hat. The both of you were laughing when you entered the rehearsal area. Jungkook was the first you saw in the room and your eyes locked almost instantly. He was kind of wearing the same outfit and a blush was, as always, to be found on your face. The both of you almost looked like a couple matching their clothes and you could hear everyone’s thoughts.

“Why are they dressed the same?”

“Is this a secret confirmation of what we already knew?”

“Why does Jungkook look so good in black Adidas joggers combined with a white T-shirt.”

The last thought might have been yours but you knew everyone must have felt the same. He looked good in everything. Alfie guided you toward the back of the room and the both of you ignored everyones stares.

“Is this what it feels like to be famous?” Alfie whispered.

“This is what it feels like to be hated.” you sighed while you put down your towel and water bottle and went to stand in line next to the shrieking twins. They were both in a rather sexy workout outfits and you couldn’t help but admire their determination. You simply mouthed ‘hi’ to them and they both smiled at you. They might be a little jealous but they were good girls, somewhere.

“You look amazing Y/N.” Agate complimented you and you just smiled.

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Empty bowl aside you sat between Thorin’s legs with your legs up on the cushioned footrest and draped your arms back behind Thorin’s neck gently stroking the skin there under his braid making him smirk as you asked, “Was it that unusual for me to be going off to the meeting alone?”

Thorin lowly hummed as his fingers trailed across the tops of your thighs, “Did they give you a hard time?”

You shook your head, “No. Dain commented that I looked exquisite, and wondered how you let me out of your sights alone. And the twins brought up me coming alone and then the trussing question came up. Is it that quick?”

Thorin chuckled about your comment on Dain then he wet his lips and rumbled back, “Seeing as that was the, what, second time to speak to them properly and fifth time you had seen one another, perhaps in their minds. We weren’t Pear and Patron long, though I’ve known you were talented for quite some time. Being able to see from the sink how we moved, what we needed, no doubt memorizing our recipes, not many can do that. They know you from a distance, they’ll see soon enough if they haven’t already from your meeting.” His lips met your cheek and he purred, “Don’t mind the stubbornness of Dwarves who know the work put into building a legacy. They’ll see you have one of your own.”

With a chuckle you turned kissing his cheek resting your forehead against his cheek, “I had a thought.”

“Hmm?” His arms shifted to curl around your middle as he stroked his cheek against your forehead.

“I know there’s a lot of interest in my Gran’s food, I thought about making my ugly cook book.” He chuckled deeply making you giggle to yourself, “What? I think it would sell. The Feanoreans would love it.”

Thorin nodded, “I don’t doubt that. I suppose that means you’ll be keeping the more appealing dishes to yourself then?”

“For now. Echo and Glori agree it would be a good start.”

He chuckled again, “I think it would be an excellent start. Thought of a publisher?”

You nodded, “Feanor has a younger sister, Irime, she is the head of the top Elven food genre publishers. She hounded Gran for centuries.”

Thorin tilted his head moving his hand to wipe the tear trail from the drop that landed on his arm, “If you don’t think she would approve-,”

You shook your head, “No, she always said she wanted me to make them. She knew she was getting sick. Took a trip and somebody infected her with a morgul blade. Slow and deadly. She started the recipes, had the initial spark, but she always said her recipes blossomed with me. Wanted me to keep them, and help them grow. To make them better than anyone could manage to. That’s part of why she gave me her name, used to have these dreams like most Elven mothers do, of who we’d be, what we’d achieve.”

Another tear fell to his arm, “You know, she used to tell me, Jay’s dream was a small forest, in the middle of a scorched desert, and mine, was so simple, she was standing in the water at the ocean around Doriath and, if you’ve never seen it, the waters are a silvery blue almost transparent. Reflecting the stars and moon, but when the sun rises, it’s endless waves of golden fire. And the sun rises in the sky, and she sees, a small boat in the distance,” you let out a weak giggle, “And it starts raining feathers.”

Thorin couldn’t help but smirk in confusion, “Feathers?”

You giggled again, “Owl feathers, meaning-,”

Lowly he added, “You would be under Mahal’s care.”

“That’s why she wrote to Orcarni about me, why she gave me a Dwarven Godfather.”

“So she knew you’d cross the ocean to us?”

You nodded, “Usually in the dreams it’s just someone swimming in the distance, a ship, well it’s hard to explain, it’s a continuation of the person watching, so to speak.”

“Hmm. You have this Irime’s number?”

You shook your head, “No, but last I heard Feanor paid a visit to Lindon last month, had planned on visiting his great, great? Grandchildren, can’t remember if it’s two or three greats. Out in Rivendell. No doubt he’ll be along eventually. I’ll talk to him about it.”

“You really respect him.”

You nodded, “He’s the one who took us off the Ring scales. I used to hear him say my Gran was his anchor. One of his few great supporters.”

“Did your Gran earn any rings?”

You shook your head, “No. Men exclusive. That’s why Feanor was so upset, his Naneth was an amazing baker and was cast out of all recognition for all she achieved. If you didn’t have a ring you had nothing. You were no one. And they always played favorites.”

“How did they meet, Feanor and your Gran?”

“Gran was best friends with his Naneth.”

“Is she still alive?”

You shook your head, “No. She was part of the Bakers Dozen,” Thorin shrugged and you wet your lips drawing an unsteady breath, “The Baker’s Dozen was a group of thirteen female chefs and bakers who were infected and killed for supporting Feanor in starting up his system. They gathered up Elleths to influence where they could, pop up cooking shows of just women, competitions and petitions to force the great culinary schools into accepting us.”

“They were killed?”

You nodded, “Trail got cold on who exactly killed who, but it all led back to Sauron.”

Thorin rumbled, “Who our forces killed along with his followers in the raids at Mordor and Angbad.”

“After the Baker’s Dozen Elleths were freely accepted. Still held at arms length, but it was a start.”

“I’m so sorry.”

You shook your head, “Funny thing is, they all had daughters or nieces or granddaughters named after them that carried it on.” Making Thorin smirk, “Feanor’s been looking for all of them for centuries. According to Glori, I’m the last.��

Thorin wet his lips, “Have the others done much since being found?”

“I believe I’m the oldest, most are still in culinary courses. Working on the side in their family shops. But they’re expected to do great things.”

“What about you?”

With a smirk you tilted your head to peer up at him, “My Gran is the only one to ever get five Sils. I am expected to be unreachable.” Making him smirk and kiss your lips firmly.

Purring lowly against your lips he responded, “No doubt you will be.”

“What about you? Any new books you’re putting out?”

He grinned, “Still working on the final draft.”

“If I distract you-,” His lips planted on yours again making you hum contently against his lips.

“You don’t distract me. You inspire me in fact. A few of my best ideas are ones we’ve talked about. Ones I’ve made for you.”

“Ooh, like the roast?” He nodded. “Ooh. Like a simple and easy book?”

He shook his head, “More for hearty tastes, for those with, how do I word it, Elven rules for the meat. When I first started at the Stone Frerin was dating an Elleth, who had two places she could eat out. We started going through our recipes, adjusting the sauces so we could cook them fully, bring in more clients. She spread the word at work and we posted it online. It’s been slow, but picking up lately.” His lips met your cheek again, “With your help. I’m not going to let the stone wither by forcing non Dwarfs out anymore. All it does is hurt the ones we love,” his voice dropped to a purr after kissing just below your ear, “And keep my Dearest One from a proper meal.”

You giggled at his lips pressing to your neck, “I hope you won’t be too hard on that chef.”

“He should have known better. I booked that table.” You giggled again as his lips trailed along your jaw, “But for you. I’ll let him squirm a bit then let him off with a warning.” Your giggle was muffled when his lips folded over yours in a fiery kiss that quickly led to him lifting you in his arms to go back to his bed for the night, showing you just how much he was dedicated to ensuring your every desire was fulfilled.

Though after his day of rushing around the night ended only after your second round, so as soon as you woke across his chest a shift of your leg brought the steadily hardening muscle resting under it to your attention. Nipping at your lip you slipped out of his arm stirring an irritated grumble from the Dwarf making him shift his legs, easing your slipping between them to trail your lips and tongue down to his navel making his chest rise higher in his waking peeks for where you were. A smirk eased onto his lips at your next teasing lick landing along the dripping tip stirring a low growl from him.

“Come here, Dearest.”

A moan came from him at your lips sinking around him muffling your, “Nuh-uh.”

His next chuckle melted into another moan lasting until the sudden pop of your lips leaving him just on the end of his climax, expecting him to lay back for a time to rest. However when you had reached his hips he sat up making you squeak at his gripping under your thighs resting each on his shoulders making you grip his hair then gasp at his tongue flicking out against your slick folds and purr, “I got you.”

He licked you again and you replied in a whining moan, “Thorin.”

Easing you closer to his mouth he rumbled against you, “Hmm?”

Through a giggle you asked, “Why your shoulders?” You didn’t get an answer just inhaled sharply gripping his hair tighter through his chuckles while his tongue circled your clit. Rolling your head back you moaned feeling him guiding your hips to rock easing his game, the nearer you got to your peak you didn’t notice one of his arms moving to help him ease back until you were on your knees while your legs were pinned under his back. Holding you right were he wanted you for your final moan in your forward lean against the headboard. A few steadying breaths later he lifted up freeing your legs and smirked at your straddling his hips and finger wag to sit up.

Chuckling lowly he sat up locking his eyes with yours as you asked, “I didn’t pull your hair too hard?”

He shook his head, “Nope.” Easing his hands over your thighs to your ass groaning as you sank around him, “Tug all you like.” A moan from your through your eyes rolling back made his smirk grow and hands to grip your ass firmer keeping your bouncing pattern, “Right there?”

A whimpering moan was all he got for an answer as your head drooped to his shoulder in his harder thrusts into you until you gasped and clutched him tighter trailing your fingers through his hair tugging his braid a bit making him chuckle as he held you close while you steadied again.

The ding of his phone made him grumble, “Oh not now..” Reaching over he grabbed his phone, reading the message from Bilbo reminding him of his coming over in half an hour. Lowly Thorin huffed and set the phone aside, gripping your thighs to lift you and flip you over onto your back making you giggle, “I’m sorry, we don’t have a lot of time. I’ll make it up to you later.”

A tug on his beard brought his lips to yours for the start to his deliberate ploy to tip you both over the edge again ending with his carrying you into the shower. Shifting the shower head so your hair would stay dry and free him to steal another chance to soap you up and rinse you off himself between his knee weakening lip locks. All while you struggled to return the favor in time to dry off and giggle as he eased one of his shirts over your head after you had secured your bra matching the panties he had picked for you. After, you eased your arms through the holes he helped you into the shorts he’d picked and passed you a pair of your favorite knee high socks. Then tugged on a fresh pair of briefs and the pajama pants you’d gifted him in time to grab your discarded clothes and toss them in the hamper while you went to answer the door.

With a grin Bilbo came in seeing your new ring and earrings in place then paused smirking when he saw Thorin shirtless in his new pants. Quickly he pulled out his phone and snapped a picture of him he chuckled at typing something before sending it off, “I see somebody got another gift.”

Thorin chuckled and nodded his head guiding Bilbo into the dining room to the table where you were read the dissolution terms while Dwalin groggily came in through the front door to sit as your witness while Thorin passed Bilbo the revised terms you had edited the night before. A weak chuckle left the Hobbit reading over the changes earning an approving nod as he said, “I will have these drawn up by tomorrow.” Adding them to his bag along with your signed papers while Dwalin watched you walk into the kitchen after giving him a quizzical once over in his sweats and tank top over his moccasin slippers.

“I’m making waffles, how many do you want?”

Dwalin shook his head, “Oh, you don’t have-,”

“Nuh, nuh, nuh, no escaping waffles.”

Dwalin’s lips pursed curiously in his glance at Thorin who smirked at the pair and settled in his chair while you mixed up the batter and poured the first helping into the waffle iron. The trio chatted and Thorin beamed sharing your plan with the two making Dwalin turn to ask, “You’re planning an ugly cook book?”

Your giggle carried into the dining room as you finished the second helping of waffles after drawing out the eggs and cheese to scramble, “Thinking about it. Still have to finalize a few dishes to decide on including or not.” Carrying the food in you set it down as Bilbo came back after darting up to get the plates and utensils while Thorin handled the drinks and glasses.

Dwalin thanked you for breakfast and said when you sat across from him, “Well, I’m certain we could plan a weekly family tasting if you like. We mix up a few dishes a week and we can share out thoughts on them. What we’ve done with Thorin before and Dis’ nibbler book.”

After tilting your head to accept Thorin’s kiss on your cheek while taking his seat and passing you your drink. “Sounds good.”

Making him smirk until his hum sounded at the first bite of his waffles. “We need to eat here more.”

Eventually you were back at work again after your giggling path back to bed with Thorin stealing what time you could alone before having to face the world again. By weeks end the Stone had picked up but word had rippled around if you were working through the Celebration of Starlight the following night, in which all Elves were meant to stay home and celebrate the stars with their kin. With your Cousins already planning on coming back out again you had been given the night off, but what you didn’t expect was for the entire Stone to be shut down for the night so all the Durins could share in the tradition out of respect for their newest member. Neither did the customers, who spread the word quicker than you had expected even triggering a few more eateries in the area to do the same.

But steadily the people flowed in through the doors and until Tauriel walked in with a furrowed brow to Thorin side saying, “An Elf asked for a meal by Jaqi,” Her brows furrowed more as she slowly repeated in Doriathian, “and don’t skimp on the walrus.”

Her hands moved by her sides confused on the meaning as you grinned at Thorin, who had looked to you for an explanation. Your grin held and you asked Tauriel through a giggle, “Red hair, bright blue eyes?”

She nodded and Thorin wet his lips asking, “Wait, catch phrase, Feanor?”

You giggled and nodded and he nodded his head letting you take over his station after handing over his last helping of chicken breast while the men around you grinned giddily after Thorin had shared the food critic was here to test you.

In the lull of dishes they all watched passing you what you needed curiously inspecting the average looking rice dish topped with a few boiled cucumber and squash slices wrapped in bacon.

The left over portions were sampled while you started on the second all too repugnant looking chicken and steamed veggie mix under a disturbingly gray shade of sauce so much worse than the ‘Don’t look, Chicken’ dish from the other day. As it was scooted over Kili leaned closer to Thorin saying, “That is sooo much worse than the other one.”

Dwalin couldn’t help but snort as Tauriel came back in with a replay of the disturbed scowl on his face when she set it down and thanked her for it. After their own tasting of your second dish nearly having them on the ground from withholding the noises it tried to stir from them.

Across the room they eyed you taking the molten cakes you had just pulled out of the oven you were now covering with the sauce and toppings you had chosen turning it into an odd paint splattered mountain that made Tauriel shrug and carry it out only to return with a stunned expression and the cleaned second plate.

They all circled her as Kili took the dish asking, “What? What happened?”

Tauriel, “I, think, he was crying…” She glanced at you only to watch as you kept one of the cakes yourself to sample with the others waiting for them to taste while you leaned against the counter cleaning your fork and filling it again to offer Thorin now at your side.

Thorin asked, “Should he be crying?”

Wetting your lips as he tasted the bite you had offered, listening as you said, “It’s the last meal my Gran made him back in Doriath, that might be why.”

Thorin let out a low moan and Diaa came in to confirm the other customers had paid and headed out to their cars. Just leaving Feanor making you giggle and wink at Thorin then walk through carrying the rest of your plate to the private section he had been shown to finding him seated with fork raised eyeing the dish tearfully. With your foot you eased the chair across from him back and asked him, “Am I going to have to tie you down to taste it?”

Lifting his gaze he let out a relieved chuckle and lowered his fork for a tentative slice then tasted the dish as you settled into your chair. Quietly he cleaned his plate and you finished yours waiting for him to write down his notes into his phone, then stand as you did to fold around you in a tight hug making his dress shirt bunch up under your arms while he held you tightly through the Durins all peering through the propped open kitchen doors. Behind them Frerin and his crew joined the mix asking what he had missed before they prepped to pick up their late shift as a few more of the cleaning crew tidied up the dining halls stealing glances at you while they did.

When you pulled apart he glanced around chuckling as he wiped his cheeks saying, “I’m so glad to see you’re safe.” He claimed your hands inspecting your rings, focusing on your memorial ring identical to his, then met your eyes again, “I am so sorry I could not find you sooner.”

You shook your head with a comforting giggle, “No worries. Pirates are meant to be hard to find you know.” With a nod of your head you said while Kili slipped behind you awkwardly grazing your back on one foot to do so to collect your plates you giggled asking, “They have to switch over the shifts, you can come back to ours if you like, I’ll make some caramel cider.” You asked with a nip at your lip making him chuckle and nod, pocketing his journal in is move to join you into the kitchen to meet the anxious Durins. The ones on your shift eager to join you back to your place as you hung up your jacket and apron joining Thorin to his car while Feanor pulled his around to follow you.

Peering through the back window on his walk back from the guest bath he asked, “Why am I not surprised there is a pirate ship in the back yard?”

You giggled and said, “I was not informed of the pirate ship until about a week ago.”

You gave a playful glare at Thorin who chuckled saying, “I was not aware I was in a relationship with a Pirate. Pirate ship, usually a deal breaker.”

Feanor chuckled then moved closer to sit by you at the table smiling wider at the albums you had brought out. After both laughing and crying at a few of them he got a text message and stood, “I should get back to the hotel, Fingolfin said he’d be sending a search party if I didn’t get back to give him my report.”

Fili sat up asking, “How’d she do?!”

Feanor chuckled replying, “That, will be announced in three days on our weekly edition of our magazine. Full cover story.” He wet his lips and turned to you, “I have something for you.” Instantly you drew in a sharp breath seeing the crystal box he held up from inside his jacket pocket, “I know it was just announced you two are in a relationship, but she would want you to have this.” Your eyes landed on the solid black opal wedding band inside the clear box. A tear rolled down your cheek and he folded your hand around it, “It’s one of a kind. You are the only person that should ever wear it again.”

You peered up at him while his thumb eased over the solid fire quartz band on his hand, “This is-,”

He locked his eyes with yours, “I love her, and I promised her I would find you and look after you. I intend to keep that promise. We might not have had the chance for the wedding she deserved-,”

Your brows furrowed, “You actually got married?” He chuckled as you asked, “I thought Finarfin just used to tease you on not actually ever having the service. When did you get married?”

Feanor wet his lips, “You were still a baby. We took you two off to the butterfly springs. Eloped. My family was pissed. Though we weren’t actually engaged at that point.” Making your brow inch up and him chuckle again, “It was hard, and I was always traveling, and there was all the drama with the Sils. Well, we got a bit carried away on the wine and woke up married. Thing is, I hadn’t told her how much I loved her yet. So we didn’t broadcast it, but eventually I got the courage, and I bought her that ring.” Switching languages he added, “If you hold it up to a light it has a picture of our service, coated in butterflies.”

Again you crashed into his chest and he hugged you tightly in return catching Thorin’s eye to say, “If you don’t mind, I moved to Greenwood, conveniently down the road from Echo and Glori. Hope you don’t mind me dropping by.”

Thorin grinned at him, “You’re welcome any time. How long are you in town for?”

Feanor, “Till Tuesday.”

Thorin nodded wetting his lips then said, “Jaqi said you used to hang out in the kitchen while her Gran worked, you’re welcome to settle at her station and join us for this weeks taping if you wish to. And we’re closed tomorrow night, full Celebration of Stars with Glori, Echo and their little ones, you and your kin are welcome to that too.”

Feanor’s smile grew with tears threatening to fill his eyes, “I would love that.” When you released him he followed you to the door where he added your number to his phone and he wiped your cheeks sweetly smiling at you after pecking you on the forehead, “I will see you tomorrow my little Pirate.”

“See you tomorrow. Gramps.” The last word making his smile grow as he let out a weak chuckle turning with a wave then went to his car. Wiping his cheeks and stealing one last glimpse of you as he backed out of the driveway losing sight of you when you stepped back inside to be folded directly in Thorin’s waiting arms to be carried back to the couch covered in Durins for the film they had chosen. All thrilled to know you had so many more relatives to possibly join in the Celebration of Starlight.

When everyone had left you and Thorin cleaned up and he followed you into your closet where he watched you ease your glowing fingers around the ring casting out the image of them smiling in each other’s arms smiling widely in a sea of shimmering butterflies. Around your back Thorin wrapped his arms purring, “They looked happy.”

You nodded saying softly, “I can’t believe they were really married.”

Thorin, “Is that why you weren’t sent to live with him?” You nodded folding the box closed and set it with your other jewelry. “Well, this, is a big if, if we were to get to the point of getting engaged, it would be a perfect wedding band. Unless you would rather choose another.”

Turning around in his arms you hugged him tightly, “I’m sorry I keep having these surprises popping up left and right on you.”

He chuckled leaning down to kiss your forehead making you peer up at him and his sweet smile, “I hope till the day I turn to stone you never stop surprising me. And I will never grow tired of you and your mysteries. It is perfect, and it would be used as a token from your father’s kin in the hypothetical service you are most definitely not expected to be heading for in the possible distant future.”

Your raised a brow giggling, “Smooth save.”

Making him chuckle as you smoothed your hands over his chest, “I try.”

Chuckling again his eyes locked on yours lovingly as you said, “Thank you, for the invite for Feanor at the Stone and the celebration tomorrow.”

He grinned wider purring, “I think we’re all a bit more curious to see if he’s going to wait till the week is through to say how you did.”

You giggled again, “Oh, I will not be getting any favoritism.”

“I have never tasted anything like what you served him before. You have to have at least, two, minimum.”

You let out a giggle and said, “We will see.” Wiggling out of your jeans.

Turning to set your jeans aside to grab a pair of shorts before he wrapped you in his arms saying, “I know just the shirt I want you in.” Making you giggle and rest your head against his shoulder until he set you down freeing you to pull the shorts on then swap your blouse for the baggy black tank top he offered you showing most of your sides. As he changed into a pair of sweats you climbed on the bed settling back under the covers turning on the tv to pick a film to watch.

Eagerly Thorin slipped out of the room making you smirk curiously and get out of bed until he poked his head back in saying, “Don’t move.” Making you giggle as he darted back out of sight again only to return with bowls of diced fruit and dipping sauces he set on a folding tray over your lap then climbed in to settle under the covers with you chuckling at your playful smirk when he offered you the first piece.

Nipping at it you chewed it keeping your eyes on his seeing his deepening grin, “What?”

He chuckled lowly shaking his head, “My mom had a dream for me.”

“Really? What of?”

“Just that my One would be raised by fire and a mirror.”

Your brows rose and you giggled repeating, “Fire and a mirror. Not bad, all I got was a mountain goat in mine. Just stood there, watching me.”

His smirk deepened and he purred, “Wouldn’t happen to be a battle ram, would it?” You raised a brow, “Thorin, Battle-ram Durin.”

A blush struggled to cover your cheeks and you asked, “You don’t have your own One dreams?”

He nodded, “Mine is a garden of gemstones.”

“Blooming jewels?” He raised a brow with a hopeful glint in his eyes, “My name, it means blooming jewel.”

Without word or warning his lips were on yours for a firm kiss and when he pulled back you giggled again making him raise a brow until you giggled out, “Battle-ram.” He rolled his eyes, “I’m picturing you as a little kid bouncing around,” you curled your hand miming four legs making him smirk, “Just a little Battle-billy bouncing around, bleet, bleet, bleet.” He couldn’t help but chuckle as you actually made the goat sound and added, “You do have the disposition of a goat up front.” He chuckled again after you kissed him on the lips, “A very very handsome goat.”

“And you are the most gorgeous gemstone I’ve ever seen.”

You giggled through a blush saying, “Thank you. I wish my name was something cute like goat.”

He chuckled again, “Trust me, there are Dwarves that would love to have a name like yours. Precious gem is an adorable pet name.” He fed you another piece of fruit purring, “My Darling gemstone.” Kissing you again after you fed him a piece in return.

Pt 11

#Thorin x Reader OC #Hobbit #lotr

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Unknown to Us: C.2 A Million Nights Begin

Title: Unknown to Us || Halloween 2018 || Haunted House / Ghost Hunting AU { Part 1: C.1 || C.2 - A Million Nights Begin || C.3 || C.4 || ……. }

Genre: Horror, Thriller, Romance, Angst

Member/s: Joshua x Reader1 ; Woozi x Reader2

Words: 1.611

Summary:

It all leads up to October. It always leads up to October.

‘Let’s go ghost hunting at Pact Mansion.’ You were never one to take up an opportunity to trespass on private property. But the puppy eyes of one of your best friends has never been something you’ve been able to resist. Now, you along with four men related by fraternity, are about to find out that some things…are just destiny.

A chorus of giggles traveled through Ledis Forrest accompanied by the crumbling of dead leaves. Through the foliage of the trees, slivers of moonlight traveled to illuminate the forest floor; and in those slivers the owners of the giggles could be seen momentarily, walking in pairs and pushing each to trespass even farther.

The animals of the forest, bright-eyed and alert, watched as they made their way through the forest, silently. It was their way to mourn.

“I can’t believe we’re actually doing this,” Joshua whispered to you, bending down as he walked so that he could whisper it into your ears.

You and Joshua walked behind the rest of the group, Minghao, Wonwoo, and Seungkwan. It had only been a couple of hours before that Minghao had walked into Joshua’s room and told him that Wonwoo and Seungkwan wanted to help him with his ghost hunting plan, even if the rest of the Brotherhood had decided they weren’t going to.

At first, he had said no to him because he knew Seungcheol would be mad if he found out. But it had only taken word that you had agreed to go if he said yes to Minghao, to get him to agree. Then, at exactly 12:00 am, midnight, the four of them got up from their beds, dressed from head to toe in black, made a bundle under their bed covers to look like their bodies, and snuck out through the basement.

You, outside your own residency building, waited under a streetlamp with your arms crossed. The sweater you had put on had turned out to be too thin, but just as you were about to turn around and head back to your dorm to grab something warmer, Joshua pulled up in his car.

“I know.” You laughed, nudging him with your elbow, “I was so sure you’d say no to Minghao.”

“What? You didn’t want to come?” He said quickly, a rose-like blush spreading over his cheeks.

“No. No.” You whispered back hurriedly, “I did! I just...well it doesn’t seem like you to go against Seungcheol’s decisions.”

Joshua chuckled hesitantly and rubbed the nape of his neck sheepishly, “Well you never know.”

“Guys we’re here!!” Seungkwan screamed as they neared the clearing in which Pact Mansion rested.

In the amount of time you had spent talking with Joshua, somehow, you and he had managed to get so behind the rest of the group that you could barely just make out their figures. You smiled at Joshua and nodded for him to follow before taking off in a sprint.

You came into the clearing of the home almost tumbling over your own two feet. For a second, you thought you had felt someone push against your lower back and that was what had caused you to nearly trip. But, with Joshua’s footsteps getting louder and the other boys lingering on the porch of the house...you wrote it off as a moment of clumsiness.

“That...doesn’t look much like a mansion.” You said, head tilting as you studied the building.

Joshua coming to a stop next to you, nodded, “That’s ‘cause it wasn’t built with our concept modern architecture.”

“Josh!” Minghao called out from the porch, waving at him frantically to come over.

You followed Joshua up to the house, noting how the paint had blacked and chipped, and how the wood looked worn out. Under the new found weight that you all added, the house creaked oddly and caused everyone to freeze. You gulped. A creak as strong as that made you feel like the house was just waiting for someone or something for it to finally collapse.

“We’re gonna die in this house aren’t we,” Seungkwan said, chuckling sadly.

“Not if we can’t get in.” Minghao shot back, giving Seungkwan a funny look. “The doors and windows all have padlocks and deadlocks on them. People really don’t want anyone coming in here.”

You glanced at the door and sure enough, there was a second door frame with a metal slab over the original door, connecting them and closing off the house with a large iron padlock.

“That… doesn’t look like something that can be picked easily.” You said, frowning.

“No worries,” Joshua smiled coyly, “I have deadbolt cutter in my backpack.”

“And I,” Wonwoo smirked, coming up from being Minghao who was peering into the house’s window, “know how to pick all types of locks.”

“I won’t even ask.” You shook your head amusedly and walked towards the window to give Joshua and Wonwoo space to work.

As they worked on prying open the door, you copied Minghao’s actions and cupped your hands around your eyes to peer into the house. The windows, both inside and out, were coated in a weird, yellowing dust. It stained your hands for a moment before you started to rub your hands to get it off.

“Here.” Minghao said, pulling out a stack of handkerchiefs from his pocket, “I brought a lot since I thought the house might be infested with dust.”

“Thanks, Minghao.” You laughed and took one from his stack, “I’ll make sure to use it wisely.”

When you turned back to the window, you cleaned inside the marks that your hands had created. Then you peered inside, and even though you couldn’t see entirely since the other side of the window was still coated in dust, you found yourself staring in awe at the furniture that seemed to have been placed there when the house was constructed.

Wood paneled walls, funky chairs, carpeted floors, of which the previous two seemed to have been brightly colored, could be seen just in the living room.

“Wow.” You said, still studying the interior. From the corner of your eyes, you noticed that there seemed to be a black lump on the love sofa. You felt your throat close up— no air came in nor out.

A sliver of it, long and thin, seemed to protrude from it, growing longer until it seemed to be reaching out towards you. Closer. Closer.

“Y/N—” You jumped. The owner of the voice and the hand that had just been placed on your shoulder— Joshua, as it turned out when you whipped around terrified, let out a breathy laugh, amused at your jumpiness. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” You grimaced and let out a small laugh yourself.

“Well, we got the door open, so…” He grinned.

You shook your head happily, forgetting about what you had seen through the window, and followed him through the door.

The inside of the house, you noted, looked just as bad as the outside made it seem. All of the furniture was either covered in dust or had moth-created holes in them — and you were only in the main hallway, you could only imagine the rest of the house.

“I’m telling you. I don’t think it’s such a good idea for us to be here.”

“Why not? You haven’t given us one good reason why.”

“We’re trespassing.” Seungkwan hissed at Wonwoo as you walked into the living room.

“What’s going?” You asked, coming up to Minghao who was staring at the both of them.

“Seungkwan wants to leave.” Wonwoo groaned.

“Why?” You asked Seungkwan, looking at him inquisitively.

He floundered under your gaze and hesitated to tell you the truth. But soon he sighed and gave in. “I’m getting a bad vibe, like….like there’s something bad here.”

“The house is old and decaying. I’m sure it’s just because no one has been here in a while. It’s cold and desolate, no one has been here to make it warm.” You laid a hand gently on his right shoulder. “But if you want to go home, it’s alright.”

“What? No!” Wonwoo interjected, ready to start arguing.

You turned to Wonwoo and glared at him with eyes you had no idea could pierce through people's souls and thoughts.

Wonwoo in return stopped and glared at you too, his teeth biting down against each other by the look of his squared jaw and thin frown.

“No. No. It’s okay—” Seungkwan began, shaking his head as he spoke and trying to fall into your gaze, “you’re probably right. It's just the house being colder than normal homes.”

“Speaking of homes…” Joshua jumped in and handed Seungkwan a camera.

“I think it’s time for ‘Shua to give us a little history lesson. Isn’t that right?” Minghao with a small camera already in his hands aimed it toward Joshua. A small green dot and white light emanated from it. It was recording.

The hunt was on.

“Right you are, Hao.” He answered with a goofy smile, shooting finger guns at the camera.

You stifled a laugh.

“We are in Pact Mansion,” he began, smiling widely, “A house not home for the owners of this house never got to live in it.”

A slamming door hushed you all. You gulped.

“Wasn’t that the front door?” Seungkwan asked, his voice coming out in a whisper.

“I think so,” Minghao answered him although he had twisted around to look at in the direction of the front door. After a couple of seconds, he shuddered and turned around again, this time to point the camera back at Joshua.

“You don’t think it was a—”

“Ghost? Ghosts don’t exist, Seungkwan. But they might after I tell Seungcheol that you guys went against fraternity vote.”

Jeonghan’s came slithering in from the hallway and into the room, they sat in before he himself was seen stepping into the room. There was an iciness in his stare that sent shivers down your spines and sent you reeling into the couch behind you.

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dreamwritesimagines · 6 years

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Bad Habit 12- Snap Out Of It [Billy Russo x Reader]

A.N: Your feedback is amazing, thank you so so much!

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Characters: Billy Russo x Reader, Karen Page x Frank Castle

Summary: Double dates never go as planned.

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“Oh fuck.” You opened your eyes as the pain in your head pounded against your skull in-

Not your bed.

You sat up straight and looked around, now realizing it was Billy’s room and there was a note for you along with two pills on the nightstand. You grabbed the note and tried to see through the headache.

Not bailing, something came up at Anvil. Call me when you wake up.

Billy.

Ps: You’re romantic when you’re drunk.

Your jaw dropped as you skimmed the lines once again.

“What did I do?” You whispered before reaching out to get your phone and found his name from the contacts, then hit call.

He answered in two seconds.

“Morning sunshine.”

“The hell you mean romantic?” You croaked out, making him chuckle.

“Do you really want to know?”

“Hit me, Russo.”

“Well, you…” Billy cleared his throat, “You got wasted with Foggy and Karen…”

“I remember that.”

“Then I drove you to my place. You…serenaded me.”

“Oh God…”

“You started with that Britney Spears song…”

“Which one?”

“You’re toxic I’m slipping under?”

“Jesus Christ…” You fell back to the bed, hoping it would swallow you.

“Yeah and that was while I was opening the door. Woke up all my neighbors, then at the house you started singing I wanna hold your hand-“

“Beatles?! I skipped from Britney to Beatles?!”

“I wouldn’t call it Beatles because towards the end of it you turned the song into a rap.”

You groaned, “This is a joke, right? You’re messing with me.”

“No, I have a video.”

“Which you will delete?”

“Nah, not a chance.” He stated and you ran a hand over your burning face.

“And that was the end of the night, right?”

“Nope.”

“No.” You nodded to yourself, “Of course it wasn’t.”

“You’re very creative when you’re drunk, did anyone tell you that?”

“Did I fucking paint your portrait or something?” You whined and he made a noise of disagreement.

“More romantic.”

“Fuck no.”

“If anything it was a good poem.” He said, “I’m sure you came up with it because I’m not sure there are many poems about someone’s facial hair.”

“Please stop.”

“I told you the same thing last night. Didn’t seem to work.”

“I’m never drinking again…”

“Well, that wasn’t so bad, but then-“

“There’s more!?”

“You wanted to go out to find your brother, then proceeded to shout out of my window, something along the lines Come and get me, dickhead.”

You massaged your eyes. “Billy?”

“Hm?”

“We need to stop seeing each other.”

He snorted, “Does it mean you take your proposal back?”

You could swear you felt the blood freeze in your veins.

“Please don’t tell me I actually proposed, because my heart can’t take it.”

“I wouldn’t call it a proposal really. You just said “Sex is good, wanna do it until I’m dry and you have erectile dysfunction problems in old age?”

“We’re definitely breaking up.” You groaned as you popped the pills in your mouth “It was nice knowing you Russo. Thanks for the orgasms.”

“My pleasure. So are you free tonight?”

“Yeah. We can drink holy water and talk about anything that’s not romantic. Guns and wrestling?”

“Guns are romantic.”

You made a face, “No they’re not. So I’ll steal all your valuable things and run away then. Since you left me alone in your place…” You paused, “Dude, it’d be like a roleplay! We never talked about our kinks!”

“Y/N-“

“Cops and robbers, come on, a classic!”

“Why do your all interesting ideas have to come to you when I’m about to go into a meeting?” If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was whining. “I’ll call you later, okay?”

“Yeah, and text me your fantasies, bye!”

You hung up and pushed the covers off your body, still holding onto your head with a groan and slowly, very slowly walked to the front door and opened it. As you expected, Isaac and Simon were already there, waiting for you.

“Morning ma’am.”

You tried to focus, then nodded,

“Morning guys. Isaac, before I forget, are you single?”

Isaac’s eyes widened as he looked at you, and opened his mouth to stammer.

“I- ma’am-what?”

“Are you single? Are you seeing anyone?”

“Ma’am, I’m flattered but…um-“

“Not for me, idiot!” You said, “My friend! She thinks you’re cute, do you think she’s cute?”

“What-what friend?”

“Vicky. From the coffee shop.”

“She thinks I’m cute?” Isaac’s head shot up as hope shone in his eyes, making you smile despite the headache.

“Jesus, you two are hopeless. Drive me to work please, and I’ll introduce you, properly.”

As soon as you walked in, you grabbed Isaac’s wrist and pulled him towards the counter behind which Vicky was preparing coffee with Liz.

“Vicky!” You said, making her turn her head to you and her eyes wandered to Isaac, who shot her a shy smile and looked elsewhere. You tried not to aww at them, and cleared your throat.

“I’m taking over the coffee stuff for a while, you go take a break. Preferably with Isaac, who thinks you’re cute.”

Vicky raised her brows as Isaac cleared his throat, still not looking her in the eye while Liz let out a laugh.

“Right Isaac?”

“I’d- It’d make me very happy if you would drink a cup of coffee with me.”

“She’d be delighted!” You answered on behalf of Vicky and she bit on her lip, trying to hide her smile before nodded.

“You wild kids go and sit there, me and Liz got this covered.” You said and Vicky put the cup in her hands down, then she made her way to a table with Isaac following her. Liz giggled.

“Match maker skills over the top.”

“Come on, they’d be cute together. If you ever get bored of that boyfriend of yours, I can hook you up with people too.” You wiggled your brows and she picked up the cup Vicky had left behind.

“I take it things are good between you and Mr Fancy.”

You bit on your lip, then nodded, trying to ignore the blush creeping up on your cheeks as what Billy had said flashed in your eyes.

“I’m gonna take out the pies, you got this?”

“Yeah.” You nodded, and Liz walked to the kitchen while you made yourself busy with changing the roll of receipt paper, oblivious to customer who approached the counter before he cleared his throat.

“Oh sorry, how can I-“ You raised your head but as soon as you did, you felt like someone just sucker punched you square in the face. He looked exactly like how he looked all these years ago, as if he didn’t change one bit. He shot you a small smile as you gawked at him.

“Hi.”

You tried to pull yourself together as you gritted your teeth, forcing yourself to stand your ground “What the fuck are you doing here, Ethan?”

“I’ve been looking for you.”

“Well then don’t.” You averted your eyes as you walked to the coffee machine, “We broke up-“

“You dumped me. With a letter.”

“Yeah so…get the clue.”

“Y/N-“

“And tell my brother it is way below the belt, even for him.” You said coldly as you turned to look at him, in hopes to catch something, anything, but all you could see on his face was the confusion.

“Your brother? He left the city after he…” He gulped, “Beat the fuck out of me. I thought you knew. I-I thought you left the city together.”

“Cool story, came up with it by yourself?”

“Y/N.” he insisted, “I- I tried to find you. I still have the letter-“ he took a piece of paper out of his pocket and you shook your head fervently.

“I don’t wanna see it.” You said, digging your fingernails into your palms “You should leave.”

“Y/N-“

“Ethan.” You cut him off, “Trust me. You need to leave. I left the city for a reason-“

“Not to hurt me anymore. I know, I’ve read it.” He held up the folded paper “I’ve memorized it by now. Can’t we just talk? Please?”

You knew it was gonna hurt him, but if it would also make him leave, you figured you would manage it once more. Just like you had before.

“I’m seeing someone.”

The expression on his face was so painful that it broke your heart for a second, before he tried to smile again, then nodded.

“I don’t expect anything,” he said quietly, “I just want to talk.”

“I’m not coming anywhere with you.”

“We could talk here? Tomorrow?” his voice was way too hopeful and you couldn’t find it in your heart to hurt him again. So, even if you knew this was a mistake, you nodded, making him smile.

He wrote his number to the back of the paper, then put it on the counter.

“Just in case you deleted it.” He said “See you tomorrow.”

He walked out of the café the same time Liz walked out of the kitchen with pies.

“Hey, you okay?”

You shut your eyes tightly, and took a deep breath before opening them again, scrunching up the letter in your hand.

“Y/N?”

“Yeah.” You nodded, “Yeah, I am.”

For the whole day, you felt like the letter in your pocket would burn a hole through it. You were on the edge the whole day, not being able to focus on anything, and many customers had to repeat their order for you to get it right, even if you tried your hardest to concentrate. Before you knew it, the darkness of the evening fell over New York City, and customers started to leave one by one, slowly. Before you knew it, it was time for you all to go home and Billy walked into the café, busy with his phone.

“Hey.”

“Hi there.” You pecked him on the lips and his long fingers went to the back of your head, massaging there gently.

“How’s the hangover?”

“It’s better, thanks for the meds.” You pursed your lips, “And sorry about the… well whole last night.”

That seemed to make him chuckle as Isaac made his way to him.

“Mr Russo?”

“Yeah?”

“I was wondering if I could be excused for the night.”

Your eyes found Vicky over his shoulder before you turned to him, with a huge smile on your face,

“Yes you can!”

“Can he, Mr Russo?” Billy asked you, his brows raised and you elbowed him,

“Come on, you’re here! No need for bodyguards, or wouldn’t you protect me if something happened? Hm? Ex Special Forces?”

Billy shot you a look, then turned to Isaac, “Sure. Tell Simon he can leave as well.”

“Thank you Mr Russo. Ma’am.”

“Stop calling me ma’am!” You called out after him as he and Vicky walked out of the café and Simon followed them suit.

“Y/N, do you mind if you locked it tonight?” Liz asked you, holding up her phone, “I got this thing-“

“Oh no problem.” You told her, and she grabbed her coat and bag before she walked out as well. You turned to Billy,

“I’m taking that proposal back.”

“Play with my heart, why don’t you?” Billy said “Hey, could I get some coffee while we’re here?”

You nodded and quickly prepared his black coffee with no sugar, then handed him the foam cup before the small paper sticking out of your pocket caught your attention. You pressed a hand over your pocket, then took a deep breath.

“We need to talk.”

“That’s never good.” Billy said, pulling his brows together slightly, “Everything okay?”

“Um… no, I wouldn’t call it okay…” You mumbled and cleared your throat, “Okay, so you remember I said I trusted you?”

“Yeah?”

“This is me at the top of my trust.” You muttered and pulled the paper out of your pocket before you placed it on the counter.

“What is this?”

“This is the letter I wrote to Ethan before I left Chicago. Before I left him.” You tried to smile, “I… um, he dropped by today.”

This seemed to be one of the many moments you had no idea what Billy was thinking, as usual. His façade was calm, but his dark eyes narrowed a little as his eyes fell on the letter.

“You don’t wanna read it?”

Billy paused only for a second before he shook his head and pushed the letter in your direction “You can tell me, I’m sure.”

“It’s very dramatic.” You tried to laugh, “Anyway, um… Since we’re- well…. Since we’re seeing each other, I figured I could be honest with you. I’m gonna see him tomorrow.”

Billy fell into silence for a couple of seconds before he cleared his throat.

“Didn’t you say your brother was behind it? The whole thing?”

“I still have that doubt. I just…” You let out a shaky breath, “It’s all fucked up, but…” You shrugged, “What do you think?”

“Since when you care about what I think?”

“Oh come on,” You shot him a look, “Don’t be like that. My mind is all fucked up, I wanna hear what you think. Do you think I should see him?”

“Well, I think…it depends.”

“On what?”

“On whether you still love him or not.”

You let out a small, bitter laugh, “Billy…”

“No, really. Do you?”

“If I still loved him, I wouldn’t be having this conversation with you.” You stated, “I feel… I feel guilty. It’s not love, it’s guilt.”

“Over what?” Billy asked, and you shrugged,

“I left him. With a letter. I never answered his calls, mails, nothing. And he deserved more than that.”

“Who cares what he deserves?”

“I care!” You snapped, “Anyone would.”

“You don’t owe him shit.”

“So you don’t think I should talk to him.”

He shrugged, “Like I said. You don’t care what I think, but for what it’s worth I think it’s a bad idea. What if you’re right and your brother is behind this whole thing? It makes it way easier for him to get to you, while you’re all vulnerable-“

“I’m not vulnerable!”

“Y/N…”

“I’m not!” You insisted, “I’m not this love-struck girl you think I am, okay? I’m just… he’s someone from my past that I hurt. That’s it.” You ran your hand through your hair “Like I said… I want to be honest with you. I’m being honest with you, so believe me when I say there’s no love going on anymore.”

Billy nodded slowly, looking deep into your eyes “Okay.”

“Yeah. Okay.”

“Simon and Isaac will still be with you.”

“Yeah, I told him I’d meet him here. I’m not that naïve, you know?” You smiled softly before wrapping your arms around his neck, standing on your tiptoes, “Now, Russo, let me just fix this place and we can go to my place.”

That seemed to make him smile and he nodded before he smacked your butt, “Go on then. Hurry up.”

“I’m just gonna take out the trash, do you mind coming with me?” You asked him and he nodded,

“I could carry that.”

“Nope, I got it. Just open the door?” You asked as you walked to the backdoor and he rushed to open the door, then both of you walked outside but as soon as the two figures caught your eye in the dark, you gasped and stopped dead on your tracks.

“Karen?” You whispered, way too low for the kissing couple to hear you. Billy frowned.

“Is that Frank?” he whispered and you narrowed your eyes to see them better under the streetlight,

“That’s Pete.” You were confused now and Billy shook his head,

“Nope, I’m pretty sure that’s Frank.”

Suddenly it dawned on you and your jaw dropped, now realizing why Pete had seem so familiar to you back then.

“Motherfucker…” You mumbled, shaking your head, “That fuckhead gave me his fake name.” You leaned on your hip, “Well, it was about time.”

“How come I didn’t know about this?” Billy nodded at the couple and you scoffed.

“I did see it coming, to be honest.” You said and bumped your shoulder with his, “Hey, wanna ruin it for them?”

“Oh yeah.” Billy grinned “On three?”

“You got it.”

“One, two- There you go, Frankie!”

“Karen! Karen do you need condoms Karen?!”

“Nice one brother!”

“So much for no special other isn’t it?!” You both shouted, making them separate from each other’s embrace and Karen covered her face while Frank raised his brows, flipping Billy. You grinned as they walked towards you and Billy and Frank clapped each other on the shoulder as they hugged each other.

“I’m shocked.” You grinned at Karen who tried to purse her lips to hide her smile.

“You two are horrible.”

“Jesus, what happened to you two?” Billy asked and now you could notice Karen’s messed up hair along with Frank’s bruised face. Frank waved a hand in the air.

“Not important.”

“Like fuck it’s not important, you look like you’re about to drop dead from exhaustion.” You frowned, “Let me get you some coffee, huh?”

“That actually doesn’t sound so bad.”

“Come on.” You said after you threw the trash in the dumpster and all four of you walked into the café. Billy and Frank went to sit to two of the chairs around a table and Karen hugged you from behind.

“Hey.”

“Hey there, pretty. You okay?” You turned your head to kiss her on the cheek. “What happened to you? Bloody date?”

“Something like that.” Karen heaved a sigh, “How about you? How is everything going on with you two?”

You shrugged slightly, “Ethan dropped by today.”

Karen pulled back, “Again?”

“Yeah. We’re gonna…talk tomorrow.”

“You think it’s a good idea?”

“Do you think it’s a bad idea?” You asked back and Karen bit on her lip, deep in thought.

“Well you know him pretty well. It could help you to understand if he’s hiding something.” She stated, “It could help you to gain upper hand on your brother.”

“You’re a genius.”

“I know.” Karen laughed as you filled the cups and she grabbed two cups, then walked towards the table the same time Frank stood up to walk towards the counter.

“Could I get a pie too? I’m starving and those things look good.” He took out his wallet and you waved a hand in the air.

“Oh don’t be ridiculous,” You went to take out one of the pies and sliced it, your eyes finding Billy’s momentarily as he turned his head to look at you. You winked at him, making him smile before he turned to say something to Karen.

“So, Pete not Pete.” You said as you put the pie to the microwave and set the time, “Just so you know, Punisher or not, I’ll kill you in a really painful way if you ever hurt her.”

That seemed to make him chuckle and he nodded, running a hand over his buzz cut hair,

“Fair enough.” He said, “You and my boy Billy, huh?”

You bit inside your cheek to keep a straight face, then leaned towards to counter,

“Yep. Have any warning that could come handy?”

“Oh man… I’d say run for the hills if it was before,” he shrugged, “But didn’t he give you a gun?”

Your head shot up as you remembered the talk you had with him before “Wait, yeah! The gun!” You lowered your voice “He doesn’t tell me shit, what does the gun mean?”

Frank smiled slightly, “I uh… There was this one time I was going away, so I gave Maria- my…wife- I gave her a gun, just in case. I wanted her and the children to be safe. And I told Billy about it later on when we were away, and man, he…” he chuckled, “I never heard the end of it, and soon it became an inside joke with the others, every time we had to go away, we’d ask each other “Did you give a gun to your old lady?” and every time Billy made fun of us, nonstop. But now….” He trailed off and you gawked at him, your stomach doing happy flips in your body. “Good to know he’s choosing quality over quantity now.”

“I’m not… quality.” You managed to say, “I’m the farthest thing away from quality.”

Frank scoffed, “Even so,” he shrugged, “For what it’s worth, I’ve never seen him with anyone like this.”

You smiled slightly, but then Frank’s eyes widened as they fell on your chest. You slowly followed his gaze to see a red dot blinking there.

Sniper.

“Get down!” You heard Billy’s voice and Frank jumped over the counter to push you down to the ground.

Then the shooting started.

Part 13 is up!

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Rainy Traditions

As per request from different fanfic sites and @ycantwebefriends, Pt. 2 of Kidnapped!

Pt. 1

“Marinette, come here!”

The girl ran down the stairs and saw her mother holding a box.

“Mom?”

“Today's the day you're meeting the Agreste's, right?”

Marinette's mind wheeled to yesterday's events. The fashion show, seeing Adrien, winning the competition, watching Rena Rouge and Chat Noir defeat Mireillable (as the akumatized weather reporter called herself) before the girl managed to get to a helpless Marinette.

Then her brain stopped on one specific scene. When Alya told her that it was today that she was to be learning from the Agreste. “OH MY GOD! I COMPLETELY FORGOT! AM I LATE?!”

Her exclamation made her mother giggle. “That's why I woke you up early, Marinette. I have this shirt for you,” Sabine pulled out a pink qipao* with floral designs on it, “I thought you could wear this, show off our tradition?”

The blue-eyed girl nodded, grinning as she carefully took the pink shirt from her mother. “Thank you!” She ran back up the stairs, deciding to wear her pink jeans to accompany the lighter tone of the qipao.

Tom’s large frame popped, scaring the girl as she carefully buttoned the shirt up. “There’s a car outside waiting for you, muffin.”

She smiled, giving him a kiss on the cheek as she walked down the stairs. “Thanks, Papa.” He gave his daughter a chuckle, offering her a basket of cookies.

“I noticed Adrien liked cookies last time.” Her face reddened as she realized it was the cookies that she had made into Ladybug and Chat Noir’s miraculouses, the earring and the ring.

She accepted the basket and ran off to enter the car. “Hello, Marinette.” She jumped, her head hitting the roof of the car as she heard Adrien’s voice right next to her.

“Adrien! He-” Before she could finish the greeting, a voice came from the front seat of the car.

“Marinette, right?” It was the voice of Gabriel Agreste.

She could do nothing but sound out an ‘mhm!’, starstruck by her hero. Adrien sighed. He could only hope that she wasn’t going to be one of the people that only knew how to kiss ass to gain favour.

They exited the car at the Agreste mansion.

“Woah.” Marinette couldn’t help herself as her jaw dropped. It must have been the nerves getting to her from being around her hero and her crush at the same time, but it seemed that her mouth went on autopilot.

“Isn’t it lonely living in such a big house with so little people?” Gabriel and Adrien froze at the same time, their eyes meeting each other in a surprised stupor.

The man turned around, facing the girl in pigtails. “Come again?”

“I mean, to never allow anyone into the place unless they have your direct approval, which, no offense, but you never meet anyone...” She trailed off. “It must be very lonely in a home that has no sound.”

Adrien immediately liked her more than he already did.

This was a refreshing experience for Gabriel. He wasn’t expecting the small, nervous girl to have such a big mouth. “It is a bit, but it’s just precaution.”

“From what?” She asked, her head tilting slightly. “From Adrien being a normal teenager?” Adrien snorted, hiding it as a cough as Gabriel’s eyes went wide.

“What?”

Marinette’s mind finally caught up with what she had said; her eyes widened, “Oh my god, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to say that... I’m digging myself into a deeper grave...” Her voice disappeared, only squeaking at the very end.

He waved off her panic. “It’s okay, you make a good point. You should be a politician.” She shook her head rapidly, mumbling under her breath about Chloe.

“So why did you become a designer?” Gabriel had asked Adrien to go fetch some of the older sketchbooks from Gabriel’s library, and the older man decided to ask her about small things to pass the time.

Her hand had been tracing the new dress ideas he had, but ultimately scrapped because he thought it took after his wife’s outfits too much. She turned to face him, her eyes dreamy as she lazily looked over all the designs he had over his office.

“It started when my father taught me how to design little drawings on his cakes.” Adrien walked back to the office, only to pause as he heard Marinette discussing normal topics with his father. “A woman with a beautiful dress had come in to pick up her cake for her son. The fabric had only brushed against my hand for a few seconds, but I loved the feeling of it.”

“My mother used to work for her parents, making qipao dresses for the young ladies in Taiwan. So I asked her what the fabric was. She explained to me it was silk.” Her eyes glossed over. “I became obsessed with the dress. So I started to draw it. Every day, every paper that I had access to. So my mother gave me some fabric she had gotten at the thrift shop and taught me how to correctly design and make a dress.”

She paused. “I guess it just stuck.”

Adrien walked in, his mind full of curious thoughts. Why did the dress entrance the girl in front of him so much? He let out a breath of relief as he dropped the books onto the desk.

The blue eyes of Marinette lit up, glowing with the same nervous excitement the two Agrestes had seen at the fashion show yesterday. “Are these all of your older designs?”

Gabriel nodded, smiling softly as he saw the girl’s eyes shine again with that raw sense of curiosity that he used to possess. He decided to leave the two teenagers alone. What the Marinette had said earlier about him keeping his son from being a teenager...

Gabriel had to put a lot of thought into that statement.

Adrien left the room for a few minutes to find the milk Marinette had requested.

Only a few minutes.

So when he came back a few minutes later than he had hoped (Plagg was starting to tease him too much for his own good), he nearly dropped the cups in surprise. Marinette had opened the books around her in a circle, her finger tracing one of the designs in the old books. Her hair was out of her pigtails and the pink on her clothing was illuminated by the circle of light shining on her.

“Marinette?” Her eyes snapped up quickly, smiling as she noticed Adrien.

She stood up, carefully leaving the circle of sketchbooks to join Adrien at the small table Gabriel had set up for them. “My father suggested I make cookies since I didn’t know what we would be doing.” She lifted the cloth of the basket, her face slightly flushing as she realized that they were the miraculous cookies.

Adrien grinned. “A hero fan, are you now?”

“I mean- They saved my parents.” He shrugged, it was understandable. “Now, dig in. I want to talk to you about some of the designs your father wrote off.” His eyebrows raised at her direct tone, he did as she asked.

They first discussed the different styles Gabriel had first tried.

Slowly, the conversation turned to normal life, where they happily chatted about school and their insane ‘obsessions’ about the two heroes of Paris.

Adrien enjoyed it.

Much more than anything he ever talked about with anyone else.

The adrenaline had worn off, and Marinette had fallen asleep, her head laying on her sketchbook which Adrien had replaced with a small throw pillow. He flipped through her book.

Most of the drawings were dresses, but there was a large variety included; jackets, pants, shirts- He paused on one page. It was a derby hat.

There were many scribbles on the pages, which he had to squint to read.

What does Mr. Agreste want in the hat?

How would Adrien best suit a hat?

One word circled around many times. Feathers.

He remembered how excited she was as she handed the hat to him, only to realize he was allergic to feathers.

“Adrien?” He looked up from her notes. Gabriel stood in the doorway, his eyebrow raised slightly at the sleeping girl.

“She got too excited about your designs. But look at this!” He took the paper Marinette had written notes on and gave it to Gabriel, watching the older Agreste’s face for any sign of reaction.

The man chuckled lightly, a sound Adrien hadn’t heard in the years that his mother had disappeared. “It seems your friend may have yet to stop coming to our home. She has many interesting ideas.” Adrien felt his heart soar.

Marinette woke up with a comfy pillow. Her head snapped up as she remembered where she was at and realized that it was at least 21:00. “Oh my god!” She yelped, remembering her parents. They were still waiting for her.

“Gotta go, gotta go-” She crashed into Gabriel Agreste. “I’m so sorry I stayed over for so long, Mr. Agreste! I didn’t mean-” Her hero smiled.

“It’s quite alright, Miss Marinette. I’ll have my son walk you to your place, it seems to be raining.” And as if the weather heard the designer, thunder rumbled.

“No, Mr. Agreste. It’s quite alright, I have my things, I’ll be on my way!” She smiled and bolted out of the mansion, into the pouring rain. She ran under an archway, huddling her small figure over her book.

“Goddamnit.” She muttered under her breath, sighing as she felt her damp hair. Plus, she forgot to bring Tikki, so her Miraculous was a dud.

The rain above her head stopped and Marinette blinked in surprise. Adrien stood above her, smiling sheepishly. “Saw you run out. Thought you’d like some help.” She smiled, standing up from her crouched position.

She held her sketchbook over her head as they walked down the alley. Adrien smiled down at her, seeing her blush.

He couldn’t help but think:

If it was always like this with Marinette, then I’m definitely going to hang out with her more.

And fine! Part 2, done. This is the last of this series from Kidnapped ig, too much to be bothered with. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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