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shikai-the-storyteller · 10 days ago

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Ok I'm a liar, I liveblogged things after all.

Transformers: Earthspark, Episode 1 - 8 watch!

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Episode 1 & 2 (mostly episode 2 because I didn't commit to liveblogging Episode 1)

Love the G1 animation that's so cool

Copying the first two posts I made before committing to this liveblog:

Just started watching Earthspark (finally) and: A) It seems cute but I'm definitely not the target audience for this, so I'm very quickly re-adjusting my expectations B) MEGATRON???? FIRST-NAME BASIS WITH A HUMAN MEGATRON??? Bro's talking about Optimus like every single one of those "The Autobots and Deceptions reconcile their differences" AU fanfics, I'm frickin cryin'

Optimus: Autobots, roll out! [Long pause] Megatron: [Sounding amused and fond] I can never tell if he means me [too]. Me: FALLS TO MY HANDS AND KNEES

What kind of ''Couple who broke up decades ago but recently got back together and are trying to make amends'' ass energy… /pos

The way I SCREAMED "WHIRL????!??!?!" seeing this, MY GIRL!!!!!!! MY BABY GIRL

TIDDY WIPERS........ I cannot believe he wiped his hand on his chest then casually wiped it off with his wipers, I'm frickin cryin, he's just like me fr

Love how Optimus and their mom are BOTH doing the "Disappointed parents hands on hips" stance, you can definitely tell there are some big TF fans in the production team lmao

THE TEXTING STYLES.... WEEPS....

I was about to compliment whoever did the explosion SFX because that looked sick as hell but immediately got distracted by this because YEAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MY BOYS!!!!!!!!!

I'm so easy to please — put Optimus and Megatron on the same side fighting together and I'm jumping out of my seat whooping and hollering like a Superbowl fan

Ok I said I wasn't the target audience for Earthspark, and while that's still true, it's also true that there's so much stuff in here that got me shouting in delight

Megatron: By all means, resist! It's my favorite part. Me, jumping out of my seat: THAT'S MY GUY!!!!!!!

THE FUSION CANON!!!!!! SICK AS HELL

The SFX explosions and fire and stuff really is incredible, gosh I love that. Cyberverse had some awesome effects too, I wonder if they have the same person (or one of them) working on this too.

I love the dad he's such a geek "Alright minivan, if you're secretly an Autobot now is the time to let me know!" HES JUST LIKE ME

Episode 3

"Whirlybird" WEEPS.....

Bumblebee trying to call Optimus and Megatron picking up, what kind of fanfic is this I'm DYING I love it

Megatron and Elita are objectively the worst people to give advice on this pfttt

Oh nevermind Elita actually gave him great advice, I'm sorry for doubting you

"Got you!" Oh he's such an ass LMAO I love Optimus

"I'm busy hanging with my family" > Implying Optimus isn't family Ouch. RIP Optimus, shouldn't have ghosted him

Episode 4

I'm so sad this show doesn't have an opening animation

Belated note from Episode 1: I'm so glad the mom isn't a cop, I saw her in uniform in Episode 1 and I was like "Ugh" and then they said she was a ranger and I was like "Oh!!! Ok!" Also love that she has a prosthetic

Another Episode 1 note – I o think I called one of the bots "Swindle" in one of my first liveblog notes tags complimenting the New Yorker accent but that definitely wasn't Swindle lmao

Is that "The Pebble" instagram just Dwayne the Rock Johnson's alter with a wig??? LMAO

WAIT THAT WAS SWINDLE, IM NEVER WRONG!!!!!

"He disappeared while saving orphans during the war :(" I frickin SHOUT-laughed at that, pfttttt

"I feed off the thrill of victory" she's just like me, I'm so competitive

THE FRICKIN LIVE LAUGH LOVE MEGATRON PHOTO IM DYING

"I still think it's a bad idea, but somebody's gotta protect my little brother" Awwww

That's a good way to resolve the "No bots in the house" rule. I mean, the rule makes sense but it still feels kinda mean (especially since they put them in a TENT pftt)

Episode 5

"Playground chatter... saved my squad in the Knee Slapper Valley Incident" pftttt

"Are you two like, 'forever' mad, or 'need a snack' mad?" I love him

THE LITTLE CATCHPHRASES ON THE BROCHURES... CUTE....

OPTIMUS IS SUCH A DORK I LOVE HIM

UNICRON LEVEL 14.....

"Feel the steel of my third wheel!" is such a good line

WING SWORDS WING SWORDS WING SWORDS WING SWORDS!!!!!!!!!!!! SICK AS HELL

"What does GHOST do with the Decepticons you catch?" "That's... classified" OMINOUS AS HELL??? OPTIMUS HELLO??? DO YOU NOT KNOW????

"I wasn't always a warrior, you know." AGH. My heart... Archivist Orion... :(

Episode 6

Awh it's so cool that they have an episode about heritage

Bee says he won drag races at the airport and I immediately thought of a different kind of drag race than the one he meant

WAIT DID THE DAD THINK THAT TOO? LMAO that's awesome

WHEELJACK??

IT IS WHEELJACK!!!!!

SHES SO LITTLE...

"You're kinda like... my dad! :D" Wheeljack: God forbid

Nooo Twitch poor baby :(

I LOVE HERRRR

NOOO SHE WANTED A HUG AND HE WALKED AWAY BECAUSE HE DOESNT KNOW WHAT THAT IS, THATS SO SAD

Aww she got her hug after all :') Thank goodness

"It worked! I gotta spend more time with Alex" I LOVE HIM the VA's delivery of that line was frickin perfect

That episode had a really good discussion about identity and heritage, I loved that.

Episode 7

"Wow, our teacher is a HUGE jerk." "What did you call me?" Pfttt

SOUNDWAVE WHAT?????

HE EXPLODED A CASSETTE INSIDE HIS CHEST??? HELLO??? THATS NOT A FUNNY STORY BUMBLEBEE

The smile that popped onto my face hearing Soundwave's name dropped SO fast wtf

Ok yeah I was really wondering about the energon situation, I didn't think they'd bring it up

Aww, Bee picking them up in a huge hug :') He was worried too

Me gasping and pointing at the screen to the spider symbol like I don't already know Tarantulas is in this show

Episode 8

RAVAGE??? RAVAGE??? IS THAT RAVAGE???

IT IS RAVAGE!!!!!!!!!

Ohhh so this implies that Soundwave is still a rogue Decepticon. Wait that's true, the only Decepticon that's been confirmed to be on the Autobot's side is Megatron

Oh my gosh that is tragic and juicy, all the Decepticons are still Decepticons except Megatron???

Wait does that mean STARSCREAM is in charge??? Are he and Soundwave gonna be in this show??? I hope so

Optimus running after Ravage like he's a cat that got ahold of some plastic and won't spit it out

LAZERBEAK!!! Or Buzzsaw.

OH MEGATRON IS THERE TOO

FRENZY?!?!?!?

FRENZY'S IN THIS SHOW!??!?!??!?! HOW THE FRICK DID THAT NOT GET SPOILED FOR ME

Optimus: Stop pulling your punches – these Decepticons are criminals Optimus please, those are his kids by association

Megatron: These Decepticons simply want to live in peace. Whoa who switched these guys' lines

Megatron: A childish prank, these Cassette Bots wouldn't hurt a fly Oh my heart aches for Megatron being terribly fond of the little Cassettes, despite them all being little war criminal bastards like their papa

Megatron be like "These pranks aren't that bad, you should've seen what Starscream got up to on the daily" lmao

Optimus: You were saying? Damn Optimus, stop being so salty about him still liking his ex's kids

THEYRE JUST KIDS LEAVE THEM ALONE OPTIMUS!!!!!!

"I miss adults" pfttt

"Megatron! Use your canon!" SHUT UP OPTIMUS WTF???

Soundwave can you please show up and kick Optimus' ass

"Hi Mr. Optimus! Are you calling to wish me a happy half-birthday?" I adore her

ARCEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!

Earthspark stop teasing me with that Soundwave on that comic book cover, you're making me worried he'll never be in this show

The cassettes are such bastards, I adore them > Remembers how the show confirmed one of them died in Soundwave's chest > HEART CRACKS A LITTLE BIT

I don't know if Megatron's expression was supposed to be funny, but it's ringing alarm bells for me. To me, he looks shocked and disgusted. It read like "Why do you have weapons like this?" or "Why do you still have weapons like this?"

Megatron: I will never touch those... things. OH OK, I WAS RIGHT

Optimus: It's a means to an end, Megatron HELLO???????? OPTIMUS????????? WTF???

AND HE'S RIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It's time for Cybertronian War: Part 2 baby!!!!!!!!!

Optimus: He's just doing his job! And depending on Megatron's background in this show, he was at the mercy of bots who were "Just doing their jobs" for centuries

Bruh why is Optimus sounding like such a villain. Also how the hell did Megatron ever agree to peace if this is how things have been going

"Fealty" is an interesting word choice, hmm...

Pftttt

ARCEE'S REACTION TO TWITCH'S BACKTALK, OOOO GIRL

"You seem different in the comics" pfttt

Buddy her character's gone through a lot of changes the past few years

Arcee has such scary white girl energy I love her LMAO

Dude I frickin LOVE that Frenzy's alt mode is still a cassette, I love that they didn't change that.

HM. CONCERNING.

I love how they're all in alt modes and yet you can practically SEE the awkward tension

Megatron: At least I do not follow orders blindly, like a coward. OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO GET HIS ASS

The amount of times I've shouted "AND HES RIGHT!!!" every time Megatron speaks isn't new but this has got to be a new record

BABYY

ITS MY BOYYYYYYYYYYYYY

SOUNDWAVE MYF RICKIN BELOVED

KICK HIS ASS

OHHHH ITS ABOUT TO GET AWKWARD

"Attack Megatron" oof, how times have changed

Megatron: Do not make this personal, Soundwave! Soundwave: It already is Me: *pointing* Exes

The fact that he broke his speaking style for that too, OOF

That's so sad though — you follow this man's philosophy and ideology for thousands of years, you fight for him, you kill for him, you lose the people you love while fighting this war in his name, and then one day he decides to give it all up? Yeah. I'd say it's pretty personal too.

"Autobot sympathizer" I won't crack the joke I want to make here but

HE CAUGHT OPTIMUS' AX LIKE A FRICKIN BADASS, HELL YEAH!!!!!!!

I love that that's Arcee's alt mode, it suits her so well

OHHH THATS A SICK ALT MODE no wonder Soundwave has so many Gurren Lagan glasses-shaped things on his design, that's literally what his alt-mode is

"You left the kids alone up there?!" PFTTT I love that Bumblebee's character in Transformers media (in the last 10 years) has gone from him being "the kid" in all TF animated series to him having to be the one in charge of the kids now

Love how he looks at Optimus when he says "Well treated" like it's both a warning and a threat

Tbf Optimus does sorta nod in acknowledgment. I don't trust GHOST though and he's blindly putting a LOT of faith in them

OHHHHH HIT HIM BACK WITH HIS OWN WORDS, THATS MY BOY

"Ok, that's catchy" I love you Frenzy

Also I didn't mention it before, but idk if Frenzy's design is just sorta meant to be interpreted as whatever or if he's a girl in this show, but I love the design. Very queer

I love Arcee but her running on the wall and Soundwave just casually dropping a huge rock on her was very funny. Like, "None of your shonen protagonist ass bs today"

This frame literally only shows up for half a second but I frickin love it, the art direction and certain style choices are so cool

AGH THIS IS SO SAD

"Traitor." AGH

AND MEGATRON'S REACTION, AGH!!!!!!!!!!!

Optimus: Megatron is a better protector of our kind than you will ever be! This would sound so much stronger if you weren't frickin working with an organization who was doing who knows what with captured Decepticons, Optimus

Agh but Megatron being painted as someone who does things for the sake of Cybertronians, not for one side or the other, is a good characterization. That's not necessarily what Optimus is saying here (it is a bit) but that's what the show's been saying.

Netflix's subtitles are so bad even on a good day but it's astonishing that they can't even subtitle a show in English correctly. Embarrassing

"What even is a cassette anyways?" BRUH.

That's so awkward, Optimus and Megatron are talking and Soundwave is just. There. Sitting on the other side of the truck.

Megatron: I said some things you might not have appreciated today. BUT YOU WERE RIGHT!!!!!

Optimus: I needed to hear them YOU DID!!!

Oh wow Optimus saying he'll look the other way if Megatron vouches for the Cassettes (and Soundwave too? Sounds like it might just be the cassettes)

I'm so glad he crushed those things that locked them in their alt modes, but something tells me this won't be the last we'll be seeing of those things

Oh nvm, guess Soundwave doesn't get to be free

Frenzy: We're free now! You don't have to follow him anymore! AGH. THATS SO SAD WTF

Why is everything surrounding Soundwave the saddest thing about this show BRUH

Have they always felt this way? Is it merely a difference of opinion? The Cassettes (or at least some of them) being willing to let go but not Soundwave? Or does this have to do with one of the Cassettes dying because of Soundwave, because he was running so low on energon he malfunctioned? Frickin hell man...

If they didn't always feel this way, and this was brought on by one of the Cassettes dying, I wonder if that's what sorta spurred this change in opinions. Like, Soundwave and his Cassettes were all very loyal to the Decepticon cause and Megatron, but when their sibling died and Megatron defected, (some of) the Cassettes saw a way out of this war. A way out of this thing that starved their host and led to their sibling's death. But Soundwave refuses to let it go, and they're stuck in that same cycle.

What a sad frickin episode oh my gosh. Me pulling up the writer's list for this episode and the other episode that mentioned Soundwave like "WHOSE FAULT IS THIS"

Bruh I'm gonna have to pull up my own dang fic after this to heal my aching heart. > Remembers that most of the cassettes canonically died in that fic too FRICK

We'd better get an answer about this whole Soundwave and Cassette situation someday

OHOHOHO SOUNDWAVE GOT CAUGHT ON PURPOSE, ATTABOY!!! THERE'S MY SPYMASTER, HEAD OF DECEPTICON INTELLIGENCE!!!

How the frick did Ravage manage to get back to him without them noticing

Is that frickin Stars– IT IS STARSCREAM I KNEW IT!!

Frickin villain laugh, I missed him

I SAID I WAS ONLY GONNA WATCH ONE LAST EPISODE BUT FRICK DUDE. WHAT AN EPISODE TO END ON o(-(

#i talk #I'm watching Earthspark #Primordial robot hell #I love how this was all normal liveblog stuff and then I hit Episode 8 and this turned into a massive Soundwave analysis #I stay true to my brand as always #My neck and back are killing me though I watched way too long

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riverripplespeaks · 10 months ago

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the sillies!!!!! im gonna put the information here and i think u can only do cut on pc and im on mobile so sorry kinda long post.. also if u saw the other pebbles one some of the information maybe be the same or some may be contradictory idk. either way this one is the right one

Echo/Five Pebbles

gave himself the name “echo” when he realized he was a slugcat, and also an echo. also it was the only name that made sense that he was able to say in slugsign

yes, the pearl on his chest is the music pearl

how he met fisher was he got attacked by a red lizard, but the electrical shock killed it before it could bring him to its den. fisher found him and patched up his wounds, and in return he let her stay with him and help him

he grew kind of fond of fisher even before he knew that she was moon

he cant eat more than the bare minimum (a couple bluefruits or batflies) because if he eats too much it will give energy to the rot, leading to it taking over his body

he is constantly starving because of my previous point. for reference, if he didnt have the rot, his kind of slugcat (similar to the kind arti is) would be carnivorous, and eat about two small lizards per cycle.

he can let out electric shocks with his tail while jumping, letting him propel himself in the air. the shock itself doesnt propel him though, he has to do that.

he can let out electric shocks strong enough to kill a small lizard if his tail is touching it. he can also create electric spears, though his are a bit stronger than the scavengers

he is constantly in pain because of his right bottom leg, and kind of feels hes a burden on fisher (and, eventually, the rest of the group) because he always has to stop and take a break.

he experiences frequent panic attacks and hallucinations, especially in the small cramped shelters. he usually cuddles close to fisher during these (even if he’s embarrassed to), and she helps him realize that what he thinks is there really isnt there

he is pretty sure the reason he got echo’d and reincarnated as a slugcat was because of the first karmic urge, violence. no one will ever know, though.

Fisher/Looks to the Moon

when she first saw echo on her way to the other iterators superstructures, she immediately knew he was pebbles, for multiple reasons. she decided not to tell him just yet, because she figured all of this was already a lot for him and he didnt need more.

she is bigger and fluffier than pebbles, but thats just because she is just a big and fluffy slugcat. pebbles is just average

she usually had to convince pebbles to eat something, because he hated the sensory of it and was absolutely terrified of the rot, but she figured that eating something, even if its uncomfortable, was better than dying of starvation

she generally saw herself as a bit of a caretaker for pebbles, even if he would hate being seen as “needed to be cared for”

she actually kind of enjoys killing creatures, of course she doesnt do it for funsies, but when she has to, she loves showing off her strength and skills.

her absolute favorite food is blue fruits, she thinks the texture and the lil pupa in the middle is DELICOUS.

she is absolutely terrified of spiders, especially mother spiders and spitter spiders, and creatures that look like spiders, like dropwigs. when she sees one, she will go screaming and crying and bolting away

she likes holding pebbles whenever she can tell his leg hurts, even if he goes off kicking and hissing. she can tell its a relief for his overworked body

she was able to tell pebbles who she was and that she knew who he was in pebbles chamber, where all there was left was pearls. (she basically pointed to pearls abt her and back at herself, and pearls abt him she pointed at him)

she is sosososo happy that she gets to physicslly hang out with pebbles (and the other two later on :3)

the red on her body is bioluminescent and glows in the dark and water

she is a fantastic swimmer, despite not having any fins or anything. she can literally hold her breath for almost an entire cycle

she is super strong, like her spear throw is a bit stronger than gourmands, and she doesnt get tired.

she assumes that she got held back from true ascension by karmic urge 3, companionship. like pebbles, though, we will never know

#wowsww rant over that totally didnt take abt an hour to type #rw scugerator #rw lttm #rw looks to the moon #rw fp #rw five pebbles #rw au #rain world au #rw scugerator au

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go-against-fate · 1 year ago

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tged oc info dump because ive got fuck all to do

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Frédéric-Ange Robillard

He's a painter who came from a noble family of Seers. The future is revealed to him through his paintings. As if his hands has a mind of its own, it illustrates the reality of what's to come. He doesn't have visions of it and he never knows if the future that's revealed to him would be good or bad. He just knows that his paintings has never been proved to be false

In TKOBAI he was executed via decapitation for not obeying Alicia's order to use his Seer ability to predict the actions of her enemies. His blood would paint the ground red. And it would be his final art piece.

In TGED, a lot his paintings involved a certain brown hair civil engineer. He gets a bit tired of being shown the same guy over and over but hes glad to know that this man is trying his hardest to bring peace to the world. He eventually retired and lived a quiet life with his family

Kalei

Hailing from a small village in Sortino Barony, she's a self taught... mage? She wouldn't exactly call herself one. But either way, she can manipulate the mana around her. She always had a fascination of its correlation with life. Too bad that same fascination is also what lead her to lose her home village.

One day she was just attending the village gathering to welcome the autumn season. Then she felt a sudden surge of power roaming inside her, gradually increasing in volume. Her small body couldnt handle this huge abrupt supply of mana inside her and she could feel herself coughing until her lungs hurt, until her throat burns, until red liquid poured out. She could hear muffled screams before she blacked out. Something happened in between that and she couldnt remember. All she knows is that when she opened her eyes, everyone (but her) in the village lay lifeless and cold; her parents not excluded.

She spent the next years trying to survive by herself. It's just a good thing she had plenty of knowledge and crafty hands to aid her

In TKOBAI she would spend the rest of her remaining years alone in the forest, isolated from any human interaction. The feeling of impending doom lingers in the air. Her forest companions whisper of death and despair outside the woods, yet she's not concerned anymore. She only wonders when the sunlight would finally peek through the dark clouds. After all, her plants need sunlight to grow

In TGED she wandered north and eventually arrived to the Frontera Estate. She was given a warm welcome by the people that she met and they even gave her a place to live, food to eat, and.. a job. She doesnt complain much about it though, she's glad that her ability to help plants grow is more useful than ever now

I created Kalei before Fred, but her lore is still unfinished compared to Fred whose story I felt is already pretty solid. The one i kinda struggle to figure out with is how exactly did she absorbed the life out of the people in her village ತ⁠_⁠ತ

I was thinking maybe.. she picked up like an ancient relic when she was playing in the forest near her village thinking it was another pretty rock for her collection. And the celebration triggered the relic to activate. Basically a pebble sized life absorption relic used in ancient times during a war or somthn

Im not rocking (🥁) with her outfit now tho:/ i want to redesign it

But anyway, random facts about Kalei:

Shes that weird kid who would torture bugs by slurping their mana out of them, watch them writhe, and when theyre in the brink of passing away, she would return their mana. Shes done this to plants too. It's rather cruel but shes literally just a morbidly curious child (⁠・⁠–⁠・⁠;⁠)⁠ゞ Guess she had a fascination with how abrupt a being's life could end (funny how that is considering her backstory lol) She has done the opposite of if this too tho! Sometimes, she would give them (specifically plants) a piece of her mana and watch as they grow a teensy bit faster than before

She likes collecting rocks that she thinks looks cool. There's a corner in her room dedicated to them

She has a cane because she has a limp in her right leg. It developed after The Incident™ she tripped and sprained her ankle. Never bothered to treat it because she thought that it'll just go away on its own. It never did tho. Instead, it got worse. It's to the point that she couldnt bare to put pressure on it. In TKOBAI she straight up just amputated her leg and crafted a handmade prosthetic. However, in TGED, she did get it treated but the damage has already been done

She had to fight a squirrel for acorns once. It was not a fun memory. And not only that, she had to fight with a lot of forest critters for food. Ate a lot of dubiously edible food. I think her taste buds are dead at this point. In general tho, she was dubbed a menace to the forest creatures and they made sure to stay away from her path

#teh talks #kokotehart

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is-on-its-way · 1 year ago

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Christmas, perhaps, means a little bit more - 3 But is was merry. Very.

Post-Episode: s06e06 How the Ghosts Stole Christmas

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

Part of the Scully is a human Series

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She walked outside expecting to see Mulder pulling out or already gone. Her heart fluttered when she saw him standing by his car leaning on the door. Seemingly waiting for her. She walked across the lawn to him and dropped her bags in the grass. She stepped off the curb and leaned on the car next to him, still holding the bottle of whiskey. They stood silently for a while before Mulder spoke.

“If I was a smoking man I'd be having one right about now.”

“Mulder I’m sorry.” She turned her head to look up at him.

“Don’t worry about it Scully.” He looked back at her “Its not Christmas in the Mulder household without someone screaming about repressed emotions. It was like home. You’ll have to excuse me for leaving I didn’t want to ruin the rest of your very normal family’s night.”

“Were not normal. We’re Irish. I could tell you a ton of stories just like this.” She sighed.

Mulder laughed “Well I think getting into a fight with your brother would’ve ruined the night for everyone.”

She laughed for a split second but it turned to tears. Mulder put an arm around her and squeezed her close. She wiped her tears and shook her head trying to smile.

He looked up at the stars. “You’re not responsible for Melissa’s death Scully.” He said quietly. “Krychek is, and I promise you one day, I’ll be there when he faces the consequences.”

Scully sighed and leaned into him.

“I left. Im going back with you.”

“No, you’re going to go back inside to work it out with your family.”

She pulled away and gave him a determined look. A look Mulder knew well and adored. “Mulder I’ve had enough of people telling me what I can and cant do for one night. Besides I told Bill I’m dead to him, I cant go back in there now.”

Mulder looked sheepish “I’m sorry Scully, I shouldn’t have come.”

She put a hand on his cheek. “Mulder this isn’t your fault. My brother takes after my father, he’s controlling and he thinks thats love.” She turned back to the car crossing her arms “But my dad was good-natured and cheery. Bill’s devoid of humour and has a mean streak like no other.”

Mulder played with a pebble in the road and nodded.

She pursed her lips and tilted her head.

“Drive to my place and I’ll make us some tea.” She held up the whiskey and Mulder laughed.

“We can watch a movie or I can tell you about the great Scully feud of ’83.” She didn’t want to let him alone after the things Bill had said. She didn’t want to be alone after the things Bill had said to her either.

Mulder smiled at this and looked up at the stars again.

“I rented Die Hard” She said in a sign song voice.

He smiled at this and met her eyes. “The answer was going to be yes anyway.”

“Good” She said smirking. She gathered her things, went to her car and got in.

She pulled up behind him and parked, he was leaning against his car again apple cake container on the trunk. She climbed out of her car and got all of her bags.

She walked up to him a smile on her face

He said “Beat you”

“I didn’t know we were in a race” she said playfully defensive.

He scooped up the apple cake.

“We’re always in a race” he smirked and took the bags from one side of her shoulders.

She laughed as they made their way inside.

“This is incredible” Mulder said his mouth full. “I completely renounce apple pie.”

“It's good isn’t it.” Scully smiled taking a bite of the piece in her hand.

They were sitting on her striped plush couch facing each other. Scully was cross legged, the bundt shaped cake between them a knife lying on the top. They had no plates and were eating with their hands.

“I hope your mom knows Ill be expecting one of these every Christmas.”

“Ill let her know” Scully smirked.

They washed the cake down with healthy pours of the whiskey. Mulder sipped. Scully downed hers in one. She drank whiskey like it was water, there was no trace of disgust on her face. It impressed and intrigued him.

Mulder raised his eyebrows. She shrugged back.

“What” she said

Mulder shook his head, “You’re impressive thats all. Where’d you learn to drink whiskey like that?”

“I think it started with whiskey on our gums when we were teething.”

Mulder blinked

“Cradle to grave” she said pouring another glass and setting the bottle down on the coffee table.

Mulder couldn’t help but find this version of Scully extremely attractive.

He finished his piece, put the cake on the coffee table, and put his knee up on the couch getting more comfortable.

“How was it growing up with that many cousins and siblings and aunts and uncles?”

“What do you mean?”

“I didn’t have much family growing up, I just want to know how you liked it I guess.”

“Well… it was a lot of fun. The was always someone to play with or to talk to, or someone coming over with food or games or something. I guess I never really thought about what it would be like not to have all that. Even when we moved to San Diego, there was always family coming to stay during summers, and school vacations.”

He nodded “What’s you favorite childhood memory?”

Scully thought for a moment “The summer before we moved to San Diego. We all went to a beach in Maryland as a sort of farewell. I don’t even remember where, it had cabins and barbecues. The grown ups set up hammocks and a campsite, and everyone played in the water and spent the whole week in swimsuits. We ran through the woods playing cowboys and Indians and Missy, Corinne, Connie, and I teamed up against the boys.” She smiled fondly “At the end we went out on boats and watched the 4th of July fireworks on the bay as the sun set.

“That sounds like heaven”

She nodded “A perfect summer memory. Whats you favorite childhood memory?” Scully faltered she hadn’t been thinking when she turned the question back around. Mulder hadn’t had the happy childhood she’d had, it had been marred by his sisters abduction.

Mulder saw her apprehension and said “Its okay, I do have happy memories from before Samantha was taken.” He looked off to his left, remembering. “She called me fennec when we weren’t fighting.” He smiled at the confusion on her face. “Because her favorite animal was the fennec fox, she’d seen one on some tv report about Algeria or something. She went to the library and checked out the one book they had on foxes and sent away for a poster."

Scully's eyebrows knit and she pressed her lips together in empathy. He looked at her quickly before continuing.

"We used to ride our bikes around the whole island in summer. We'd skip rocks in the ocean, and collect mussels, and sit on the bluffs and watch the sun rise. We had a tab at the local ice cream shop and we'd get some every day. She'd try every flavour by the end of every summer, but I just stuck to rocky road. I… That was when I was younger, I wasn’t so nice to her that last year, somehow she turned into my annoying little sister.” He looked down shamefaced.

Scully said "Mulder" quietly.

“I was horrible to her. I was impatient and mean.” His voice grew husky with emotion and he blinked his eyes rapidly. “The last thing I said to her was…” he shook his head, he couldn’t say it out loud. ‘Get out of my life’ he’d told her. And then she had.

“You sound like me and Charlie. You know, you remind me of Charlie sometimes. He was always getting me into some sort of trouble.” She said fondly and the edges of Mulder’s lips turned upward against his sorrow. She put her hand over his resting on the back of the couch. “Thats not mean Mulder. You sound like any two brother and sister with a bit of an age gap. You just never got the chance to grow out of it and get close again. You don’t have it in you to be truly terrible.”

Mulder looked like he was having trouble believing her. She said "I mean it. You're a good person, Mulder."

Mulder swallowed but didn't say anything. He didn't think he'd be able to if he tried. He settled for taking her hand from where it rested on his and giving her a squeeze.

Scully’s face fell slightly, pensive, then she said. “Bill liked to torture all of us, me especially. I think because he could tell I was our fathers favorite. He’d take pleasure in seeing me cry, he’d shove me to the ground any chance he got, and throw things at me." she gave a hallow laugh. "but only when we were playing in the woods, away from our parents.”

“He sounds like a great guy” Mulder said grimacing.

“I never tattled on him. I knew our dad would punish him for touching a girl. And I was one of the boys.” she said the last bit with a sarcastic smile.

Mulder squeezed her hand again.

She looked down and whispered “Do you know once I got this bunny from the yard. I spent days making friends with him, he’d hop right up to me. I called him Hops. One day it was raining and he hopped up to me soaking wet. So I bought him up to my room. Bill found out and was so enraged I had him.”

“But why?” Mulder asked enthralled.

“He… I don’t know” She looked ashamed. “He told me he’d cook him and turn him into stew and I’d seen him kill animals before, I knew he'd do it if he got the chance, so I hid him. I put him in my lunchbox and gave him water and a paper towel and I told him I’d be back to get him in a little while.”

“Oh no.” Mulder said looking stricken

She looked up at him chin quivering “Well I went back the next day. He was dead by then, suffocated.” Scully had tears streaming down her cheeks. Dripping on her collar bones.

“It had been a heat wave.” She whispered “I can still remember the smell.”

Mulder stroked her arm.

“That wasn’t your fault.” He said gently

“I guess I know that now, but I spent so many years after that praying for forgiveness. Knowing I was going to go to hell for it.” She took a deep steadying breath and shook her head “He’s always been horrible and Ive always excused it and forgiven without question. Always.” She looked at him with devastation on her face and whispered “Why did I do that?”

“He’s family." Mulder said gently. "It's hard when your family lets you down, you know what they’re supposed to be to you. Kind. Loving. A safe place to land when the world beats you up. So you see that idea of them, instead of what they actually are, because if you acknowledge the pain they cause…” He shook his head.

Scully nodded. “Yeah, thats it exactly.” She had an inkling he was speaking from personal experience.

She let go of his hand and leaned into him. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

She breathed a long sigh “Thank you for coming here Mulder” she said quietly

He was lost in thought. Of his parents and his childhood and his sister and Scully’s family and her childhood.

A while later he asked “Do you want to watch that movie now?”

Mulder looked down, she was asleep, mouth slightly parted. He chuckled softly. He loved this Scully. This wild out of control version of her that sometimes reared its head. She was a sight to behold when she was indignant and offended. When she let her guard down. She was normally so exquisitely controlled and sensible. He loved that about her as well.

He slid his other arm under her thighs and picked her up easily. she slept on, as he carried her to her bed. he placed her down and with trouble took her shoes off. He got her under the covers with some difficulty, pulling them out from under her. She turned over and muttered

“Don’t make the fish drink the whiskey.”

He chuckled again, they were going to be so hungover tomorrow. He returned to the living room. He was too drunk now to drive home. He flipped on the tv and played the movie. Wrapping himself up in a crocheted blanket.

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iloveavatar · 2 years ago

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blue

(im still trying to work my way around this app bc i’m not used to writing on it at all😭😭)ALSO! i’ve finally found motivation 🫡

neteyam x fem!reader

friends(?) to enemies to lovers (i honestly have no idea this whole story is everywhere and i apologize for it being so chaotic and it being so late🫶) SLIGHT ANGST I GUESS?

neteyam has many memories that have stuck with him and have made him the na’vi he is today. however, there is one particular memory that he holds dear to him, seeing as it leads to many more with one specific girl.

he was about the age of 12…. his parents had trusted him to watch lo’ak, and his preteen self had the amazing idea to teach the child who doesn’t listen…how to catch a fish. with a sharp object. that can easily cause damage to everyone within a three foot radius. to him that didn’t scream “DISASTER” at all!

the two boys made their way down to a small stream where neteyam could see at least five fish obliviously swimming already. ‘pfft! they have no idea what’s coming to these fish…’ neteyam thought

neteyam gave lo’ak a 10 minute speech about how to hold a bow, how to aim, and how if he missed he would not hold back his laughter.

after the speech, the two got ready to shoot when neteyam saw a humongous fish that was 100% bigger than lo’aks fish. it was a shimmery blue when the light hit it just right. he took aim, breathed in, and shot the arrow.

neteyam dashed into the water ignoring his brothers cries about scaring the fish and went to find his target. he saw the fish by the side of the stream by some grass. he picked the fish up with a huge smile adorning his face. he went to turn around to brag to his younger brother about how good he is at fishing when he was hit in the back of the head with a small pebble.

he whipped his head around to see who would dare throw a pebble at neteyam the mighty fisherman.. however when he turned around he made eye contact with a small na’vi girl. she looked to be around the same age as him. she looked innocent enough since she wasn’t carrying any weapons, however the massive glare that was on her face said otherwise.

“what are you doing!?” she screeched

“…..uh fishing?” neteyam asked sheepishly as he presented his fish

“you’re fishing with my pet fish! that one right there was blue! he was the biggest of them all.”she huffed

lo’ak heard the commotion and decided to be nosy and join into the conversation. “we didn’t know these were your fish… but in reality these are eywas fish!” he declared with a smug look on his face.

the girl widened her eyes even more, which neteyam didn’t know was possible, and took slow threatening steps towards the two boys.

“eywa gave me these fish to take care of, and you two decided to shoot them as a game! you’re like babies. not knowing what to do! ughh!” she growled lowly and scrunched up her nose to show her little canine teeth.

“you two owe me a new fish. bigger than blue” she stated with her arms crossed.

“bigger than blue??” neteyam asked with his mouth agape. ‘how do i find a fish bigger than this one?’ he thought

“yes. bigger than blue. i’ll give you two eclipses’ to have it returned to this stream. if not i will make your life very, very hard.” she said with a little smirk on her face that told the two boys she was serious.

the two boys look at each other and then neteyam sighed and started to say “ok, we will bring you a fish bigger than blue. however we need to know who we’re bringing the fish to.” he declared

“my name is y/n. now who are the two knuckleheads that will be bringing me my fish.” she asked, no demanded with her arms still crossed.

“i’m lo’ak!” he quickly said as if he just wanted to make his appearance known…incase they forgot he was there..

“i’m neteyam. and don’t worry i’ll bring you your fish! you’re going to be amazing with how big it will be!” he said with a determined look

“i’ll be waiting then!” she said with a smile as she turned around to go back to wherever she came from.

neteyam and lo’ak watched her leave and then quickly ran back to tell their parents how they needed a fish. for personal reasons!

the boys returned two eclipses’ later with a giant fish, being carried by their father who was curious as to why they need one in the first place. they put the fish in the water and neteyam then called out for the girl he met.

“y/n! are you here!? we brought you your fish!!” he yelled

“woah woah, wait a second you needed a fish for some random na’vi you met?” jake quizzically asked.

“yeah! she said if we didn’t bring her a fish, she would make our lives suck!” lo’ak explained with a smile since he used the word suck in a sentence properly.

“….oook?” jake slowly responded to him. he then turned his head back towards his eldest to find him still calling for the girl, his tail flicking back and forth in anticipation.

the trio heard a stick break and saw the small na’vi girl come through the bushes. she crossed her arms and then declared “show me the fish.”

‘geez,this kid means business… no wonder the boys needed the fish asap’ jake thought with wide eyes

“this way.” neteyam said with a slight eye roll that made his brother and father chuckle at.

y/n then walked up to the other two and caught sight of his father. she gasped and froze with her mouth agape.

“y-your toruk makto! you’re here. by my stream. looking at me. “ she stuttered out trying not to scream

neteyam slowly turned around with a smirk on his stupid face. “are you about to fangirl over my father?” he smugly asked

“n-no! i’m just admiri- wait did you say father?! FATHER? as in you two are-“ she stopped when she heard laugher from neteyam who was doubling over in humor. lo’ak almost fell over into the stream from how hard he was laughing. she felt even worse as she heard the slight rumble of laughing from toruk makto.

in the precise moment..she wanted to curl up and die. like blue.

she slowly hugged herself, feeling embarrassed as her ears lowered and tears welled up in her eyes. she sniffed silently as she felt the hotness on her cheeks.

jake heard the sniffling and looked at the girl seeing the state she was in. he then gently stood up at made his way towards the girl. he kneeled down and tried to make eye-contact with her, however it was very difficult seeing as the child avoided his eyes as if he was the plague.

“hey..” he softly cooed “it’s ok! it’s nice to be appreciated by younger na’vi! i’ll tell you a secret the boys might not know..” he slowly started to whisper. he heard the boys quiet down in order to eavesdrop and hear the ‘secret’. “my boys don’t give me compliments like other na’vi children, so i find great joy in hearing them from others” he whispered while seeing a small smile flash across her face.

he softly smiled and then proceeded to say “don’t be afraid to knock them upside the head if they make you feel embarrassed again ok?” he mentioned

y/n giggled and then nodded her head very enthusiastically as if she was waiting for someone to tell her that.

“ok ! thank you toruk-“ she was interrupted by jake

“please! call me mr sully” he smiled

“o-ok sir! i mean-!” she stuttered

he softly laughed at her frustration. then turned to his two boys who were still eavesdropping on their conversation.

“what do you two knuckleheads say to y/n?” he asked in a authoritative tone.

“sorry y/n” the boys said in unison.

y/n looked at lo’ak and said “i forgive you”

she then looked at neteyam and blinked.

he blinked back.

she blinked twice.

she took a breathe and neteyam prepared himself for her to accept his apology.

“you’re not forgiven.” she stated with her chin tilted upwards.

“WHAT!?” neteyam shouted

jake and lo’ak looked speechless, however at the same time ready to burst with laughter.

“your not forgiven.” she repeated

“and why not?” he asked with his hands on his hips.

“first of all, you’re very sassy. look at your hands on your hips and everything! secondly you’re the one that killed blue in the first place! thirdly you made me feel embarrassed infront of your dad!” she stated as she hit the side of his head, as his dad suggested.

neteyam was shocked. his mouth was wide and he looked to his father and his brother for help. when he made eye contact with them, they both looked up and pretended to be involved in a very interesting conversation about leaves. lo’ak even went as far as putting a hand up to his chin as if he was admiring them.

‘traitors.’ neteyam thought still shocked.

y/n then hummed and bounced over to his father and brother and went to say her goodbyes.

“wait! will you ever forgive me for killing your fish? i brought back a bigger one like how you wanted! what can i do?” he desperately asked.

“hm… you can…. uhhhh”she thought

she then looked around as if eywa was going to give her a sign and made eye-contact with jake. jakes eyes widened as he had an answer. however in order to give her an answer be needed a question answered first.

“y/n do you have any siblings?” he asked

she shook her head no and then proceeded to say “no sir, my mother died while giving birth to me… so it’s just me and dad right now!”

“would you like to meet my daughter kiri?” he asked

her eyes lit up as she turned to neteyam “ you might be forgiven if you take me to see your sister.” she declared with a smug smile, knowing that the great toruk makto was on her side.

neteyam shot his father a look of betrayal as his father simply shrugged his shoulders. neteyam than sighed and turned his attention back into y/n who was practically jumping in delight.

“fine! let’s go see my family then…” he reluctantly said

y/n smiled is glee as she follower the three boys to their home.

a couple years have past from this moment. don’t worry… neteyam was forgiven! however y/n still found clever new ways to annoy him. eventually neteyam was sick of her games and was on the verge of losing his temper on her one day.

they were both the age of 15 when y/n had pulled a prank of him with lo’ak. they found it hilarious, however neteyam was at his breaking point. a couple hours later he was seen by the same stream he had met y/n at, with his bow in hand aiming at something swimming. he took a deep breath and was about to let go of his arrow in 3..2..1-

“RAHHH!” y/n screamed as she emerged from behind bushes. neteyam jumped and missed his target completely. he sighed frustratedly and tan a hand through his braided hair. he whipped around to find y/n doubled over in laugher.

“y-you should have seen your face” she wheezed

“would you knock it off!” he snapped

y/n stopped laughing in shock because of his tone.

“i-i’m sorry nete.. it was a jok-“

“DONT call me that! that is a nickname for my friends to use!” he yelled

“i thought we were friends…” she softly stated with her ears slowly lowering. that was something she did whenever she was emotional. the whole sully family knew whenever she was feeling sad about something because of the way her ears were.

“we’re not. we never were. you’re like this- this parasite that i can never get rid of! “ he declared in a strong voice.

y/n took a step back in disbelief. she felt the tears in her eyes. suddenly she felt like she was 12 again with the feeling of embarrassment.

“i’m sorry neteyam.. i didn’t kno-“ she started

“you never do! you never know! i should’ve never brought you back that stupid fish. it was my own stupid mistake that you’re still here.” he huffed

y/n was speechless. her mouth open and tears falling down her face. she took a deep breathe and slowly released.

“ok.. i’m sorry. i’ll leave you alone from now on.. i’m sorry again neteyam.” she slowly said while back away. her ears still low.

neteyam watched her leave and turned his head back towards the stream with a glare still present on his face. he sighed in anger and sat by the water. he ran his hands over his face realizing what he had just done. he didn’t know what to do from this moment. does he go after her? leave her be since he is finally alone now? he didn’t know.

the entire sully family noticed how y/n had stopped smiling around them. she became more distant and they had no idea as to why. she became stone cold. she stopped playing pranks with lo’ak on neteyam. there was a time where she eventually stopped coming to the sully family all together.

an entire year passed where the sully family didn’t see y/n anymore. she completely distanced herself away from anyone except her father. neytiri caught sight of y/n sitting next to her stream that she’s had since forever. she heard the sobs of the young girl and immediately rushed over to see what was wrong.

“sweet girl, what happened?” she softly asked while putting her hand on her back.

“my father.. he-he’s gone. he died a little while ago and i just- i ran! i didn’t know where else to go.” she sobbed. she longed to have someone as a sense of comfort, but she didn’t want to feel like a burden.

she didn’t want to see neteyam that’s for sure.

neytiri gasped at the news and gently took the girl by the shoulders. she then slowly stood, pulling the girl with her into a standing position. “you can always come to my family. we are always here for you.” she stated.

y/n looked up into her eyes and shook her head. her ears were at their lowest point. “thank you mrs sully, but i think it’s best if i’m alone right now..” she said with tears in her big eyes.

“ok… just know,that you have a home. with us. “ she declared

y/n nodded,saying nothing else as fat tears rolled down her cheeks.

about a month past from y/n’s father passing away. everyone could see that she was struggling to stay sane for the clan. neteyam even noticed it. however whenever he tried to get closer to her she shut him out. neteyam now knew how it felt to be ignored from someone you want to console emotionally. and to think hes been ignoring her for years.

neteyam felt guilty.

y/n had continued to ignore neteyam while neteyam tried not to make it obvious he was always staring at her. he noticed her face slowly lost its natural blue glow and almost turn into a sickly color. so he had an amazing idea one day that could potentially get him smacked upside the head. again.

he noticed her sitting outside her tent sharpening her knife she got as a gift from her father. he slowly walked up to her, almost as if he was timid to approach her.

“hey” he said in a small voice.

she looked look but said nothing. the two made eye contact for a little while. she took a deep breath and sighed a little bit. “hello neteyam. “

ouch.

“i was wondering if you wanted to go fly with me later? i know it’s random and i know it’s probably weird b-but i would just like to talk…and apologize. properly for what i’ve said in the past. for the things i’ve done. so please meet me by our stream at eclipse” he almost sounded as if he was begging.

she took a good look at him and realized that he was practically pleading for her to go. she answered him rather quickly incase he decided to get on his knees and start asking again.

“..i would love that. i’ll see you there later?” she softly asked

“y-yeah! i’ll see you! and thank you for giving me the chance to apologize soon.” he thanked her

“i’ll believe your apology when i hear it neteyam” she teased. she had a small smirk on her face that reminded him of when they were younger.

he missed that stupid smirk.

she smiled back at her, excited that she made a facial expression.

and it was towards him

as promised, she met him by their stream. no longer her stream… but theirs

she sat on a rock and faced the water. she saw the giant fish from all those years ago that just so happened to replace her favorite one by the name of blue. she softly smiled to herself due to the memory.

she heard a rustle in the woods and turned her head. she watched as neteyam emerged from the greenery with his riding visor.

“i was beginning to think you stood me up since you’re so late.”she stated while crossing her arms.

neteyam chuckled at her annoyance.

“i am not late at all, you’re just freakishly early.” he said

he walked over to where she was sitting on the rock and gently grabbed her hands. he pulled her so she was standing with him.

“come on! i have an apology to say, however i’m going to wait until we get there.” he declared

“….get where?” she questioned

moments later she found herself on top on her ikran following neteyam. she looked at all of the glowing bioluminescence that resided on the ground. she always loved flying at night. how neteyam knew that… she has no idea.

the two were like their 12 year old selves all over again. they were teasing each other while flying in circles, passing comments, making jokes… they both had genuine smiles on their faces.

the two stopped on one of the many floating mountains neteyam lead them to, in order for the ikran to take a rest.

they were both laying down side by side looking and the stars. neteyam softly sighed and sat up. y/n, thinking something was wrong, sat up as well.

“are you ok?” she asked

“yeah, yeah i’m ok. i want to apologize now.i am so so sorry for yelling at you by the stream… it was wrong and i honestly don’t know why i did it. you’ve been nothing but kind to me… annoying maybe but still.” he started out trying to lighten the obvious tension.

“and i am so sorry for not comforting you when you’re father joined eywa. i’m so sorry. i’m sorry for everything i have done to you, how i made you feel. please, i beg you to forgive me. because if you don’t.. i don’t what i’ll do.” he stated with tears in eyes.

y/n looked at him with her mouth slightly agape. she was shocked at the apology. she knew he was going to, but to see him almost crumble and literally beg for her forgiveness has her in shock.

“neteyam…” she softly started “of course i forgive you. we were both going through some things and we’re both -unfortunately- people who prefer to handle things by ourselves. and don’t apologize for how you made me feel. how i feel should not have to be apologized for. how i feel about you is nothing negative, believe me. everything i feel for you is- is indescribable. so please don’t apologize for that.” she strongly finished as she cupped his jaw.

now neteyam was the one in shock.

“w-what feelings are indescribable. can you at least try to describe them…please” he whispered

“they’re the type of feelings you have for someone… when you deeply care for them, constantly worry about them.. they’re the type of feelings that make you feel like your stomach turn in the best way possible.” she whispered while slowly leaning towards him.

“you know… i think i know exactly what type of feelings those are. i have the same ones for you.” he stated while also leaning in.

the two closed the gap as their lips touched. y/n’s hands wrap around his neck to bring him closer to her somehow. neteyam put his hands on her waist as he slowly pushed her so her back was against the soft ground. the two put all of the unsaid feelings into the kiss.

neteyam gently cupped her cheek as he parted the kiss.

“you don’t know how long i’ve waited to do that.” he said while smiling, showing off his fangs.

“and how long would that be?” she questioned while smirking.

“when you demanded that you needed a new fish since i shot yours. that stupid smirk you had on when you said that.. i think that was when i knew i started to have feelings. back then i didn’t know what they were obviously, but now i do.” he finished while wearing a grin.

y/n smiled as she then closed the gap between them once more.

all because of a stupid fish.

this specific moment is one that is engraved in neteyams mind. this is the one memory that made him the na’vi he is today. y/n has made him the na’vi he is.

and he is forever grateful for that.

grateful for her.

and that stupid fish that brought them together in the first place.

thanks blue.

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i wanted to add details and a backstory but then school started again and i lost motivation 💀 but. i really like this and hopefully it’s not too rushed bc i did wanna add details, since it took me forever to write LMAOOOO

PLEASE send more requests! or ideas!! i don’t know what to write from here. i’ll hopefully get to them whenever i can!

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starbuckie · 4 years ago

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𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠

pairing(s): college!peter parker x reader, dark!steve rogers x reader, dark!sam wilson x reader, dark!bucky barnes x reader

words: 8.1k words

warnings: DARK!FIC, SMUT 18+ (unprotected sex, foursome turned fivesome, gangbang, non-con/dub-con, daddy kink, oral M and F-receiving, spit kink, degredation kink, praise kink, creampie), age-gap (reader is in her early 20s), cheating, angst, there’s like zero fluff

summary: peter should’ve made it back to the tower for date night on time, or maybe just before he found his girlfriend being fucked by three other superheroes.

a/n: eee my first dark fic! im so so happy with the way this turned out, and even though it was a pain in my ass for nearly three months, im so hapy to share it with y’all. this idea was brought up by an anon from @mypoisonedvine’s saturday sleepover a few months back, but i switched up tony and sam bc i didn’t like the tony and peter stuff. hopefully my smut has improved from the first time i wrote it in january, and just a reminder that in no way, shape, or form do i condone rape of any kind. there’s a large difference from the page and the real world. i try to put all tw’s in the tags and warnings, but if there was something i missed please tell me. thank you to my lovely bestie @mermaidxatxheart for beta-reading(i have no fucking clue what i’d do without your help). feel free to leave a comment or two and reblog, but don’t repost anywhere or i will hunt down your ass. thank you again and please please enjoy <3

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Bucky wasn’t planning to fuck Y/N as soon as he saw her.

It started with a faint mention, something Tony had thrown around along the lines of, “Parker’s bringing his girl down here tomorrow, don’t be an asshole”. He didn’t give a damn what Tony said or how he acted around Peter’s girl. Years of being thrown between gruesome mind-wiping and being half-dead, asleep in a freezer would do that to a man.

So the next day when Peter brought his girlfriend in, he was scratching his ass like a fucking ape and downing a beer with a messy bun at the nape of his neck, until he actually saw her. Neat hair, even neater laces with a sweet smile but a body that could kill. Didn’t matter that she was bundled under Parker’s hoodie and a pair of jeans- he could always admire a pretty dame, but Bucky could see that she was beyond that. It was as if God had intentionally made the one being, the one ethereal creature beautiful and angelic enough to be a sin away from him, so that he couldn’t touch her. Because she was young, and in her twenties, and that shouldn’t have even been the first two things that popped up in his mind because she was also Peter’s girlfriend.

But then she had the audacity to stick her hand out, a shy grin and twinkle in her eyes as she gave her name. It sounded so pretty rolling off of her tongue, and he wondered what it would sound like while he groaned it into her cunt.

Y/N.

So, yeah, maybe Bucky wasn’t planning to fuck her as soon as he met her, but it was pretty damn close after.

Steve Rogers was one of very few men who said they had the pleasure of banging nearly every woman on the north side of Manhattan. Bucky indulged in the fact that the man who had once been too shy to do so much as meet a gal’s gaze was now “a dollar whore”, but he was more than happy to keep that title if it meant he could continue to get off in the nearest woman’s mouth everyday.

Every time he walked down the streets of New York with just a simple ball cap and jeans, he could feel stares on his back from what seemed like miles away, girls on every street corner just waiting for him to take her into the nearest public bathroom and fuck them dirty. CEOs, baristas, girls fresh out of getting master’s degrees with stars in their eyes and big dreams, until he shattered them by making them gag on his cock and scream his name into bedsheets. Or tile floors. He didn’t care as long as they were screaming. The girls of this century were just too delectable to turn down. He didn’t discriminate. His dick had been in women of every height, stature, hair color, and he had quite the variety throwing themselves at him as well.

And then Tony ruined it all and sat him down with a simple explanation that the image of Captain America was being tainted with disturbing stories of girls being fucked in the ass and thrown on their knees in dirty bathroom stalls. The blond was beyond pissed when the billionaire told him to stop dicking around, but he couldn’t do anything else if he wanted to keep his title and job. In a new century, even if he’d had a few years to adjust, he was still absolutely oblivious when it came to anything outside of aliens and sex. There was nothing left for him outside of being an Avenger, so reluctantly he agreed to keep his number of conquests to a minimum, and most definitely inside of the tower rather than out on the street.

However, inside of the tower seemed to be no problem at all when Peter brought his girlfriend over, all smiles and straight A’s, and that’s when Steve realized that he’d yet to fuck a bright, little college student. He could see himself stripping her from the innocence in her eyes, loosening up her pussy with his thick cock against the wall in his room.

Surely Tony couldn’t reprimand him for spending a little time trying to bond with Peter’s new girl, right?

Sam Wilson was a simple man. He had a job, a well-paid one at that, somewhere to live, a girlfriend, or a woman to keep him company, that’s for sure- but for once in his life he was seeking out something other than missions, something that would keep him busy when he was feeling bored, something like-

Pleasure, and he knew that he’d finally found what he was looking for the moment Peter brought his girlfriend through the elevator doors on the fifty-sixth level of the Avengers tower. She’d shaken his hand so daintily and spoke so politely that if he were to see her without any backstory, he’d think she was another innocent, dim-witted college student, breaking her bank account every Saturday morning and naively believing that her relationship would last longer than a few months. But by the things Parker had told him, she was much more than that.

Was it shitty of Peter to tell his teammates, the people he worked with, how Y/N was in bed? By the majority’s vote, probably, and by Sam’s strict conduct of his own morals, definitely, but when Peter’s girl looked like that and he was so incredibly bored with his routine?

Well, fuck, Sam had never been happier that the Spider-kid had told everyone how his girl gave head.

Peter brought his girlfriend in daily after that, and every one of her visits, she grew less shy and more friendly, and the Falcon saw each of his friends gape at her growing comfortability with a wolfish demeanor. It started with the water incident with Steve in the kitchen, where he so clearly spilled water on her already thin, white camisole with intention. Sam couldn’t say he was upset though, after all Steve had offered him and the rest of the Avengers quite a show when he tried to clean up her shirt, taking his sweet, sweet time to fondle her tits as subtly as he could, his eyes staring at her pebbled nipples poking through the material. He could see Bucky hiding his boner under his cereal bowl on the couch that day.

Then of course, he’d been no better than America’s sweetheart himself when he greeted Y/N with a hug that in hindsight, was a little too enthusiastic. His large hands squeezed into the pockets of her back pocket, and if the college student found anything weird with it, she didn’t say so, but Sam graciously palmed the round globes of her ass in his hands, feeling the muscle clench under his fingers. Oh, how he’d never hugged someone that tight ever before in his life. Maybe he would’ve gotten a bit further than squeezing her ass had it not been for his own girlfriend standing behind him, ready to introduce herself to Y/N.

Bucky, well, Sam could admit that Bucky had the most guts out of all of them. Though the super-soldier was normally well-reserved and polite, the dark glint in his eyes the day he met Y/N let him in on the secret that he had a much dirtier mind than most thought. It had been movie night that time, and he barely even tried to cover up how much he wanted the girl, his hands resting all over her as they watched Inception. Hardly a movie to get so riled up over, yet Bucky’s hand still inched its way up her thigh, his rough fingers gently carressing the flesh until they started to lightly trace the apex of her thighs.

If she noticed anything then, she didn’t comment on it, doe-like eyes just marvelling at the screen in great intrigue. It was only when Peter’s arms wrapped around her a bit tighter did she scooch away from Bucky’s touch, with a small apology and shy grin.

That only made his dick harder.

On the other side of Bucky, his super-soldier counterpart tapped his knee gently, forcing their blue eyes to meet each other. No words had to be said between the two, three men when they looked over to Sam, because they all recognized that look they saw in each other's eyes; predatory, dark, nearly voracious in the way they all wanted to be balls deep inside of Y/N.

And they would get there. No matter how long it took, they knew that the ultimate prize of tearing their prey apart would be more than worth the wait.

“Hey, babe, I’m gonna be a little late. Ned and I got stuck back in the lab, so we’re gonna need to stay until eight or nine. Can you make it to the tower by yourself alright?”

Peter’s concerned voice made Y/N smile gently as she trudged along the rainy streets of New York. He always loved to worry about her, especially when it was dark and gloomy out, but she could handle herself pretty okay. By pretty okay, of course meant she could kick ass like no other twenty-something year-old, but she wasn’t one to brag. Y/N readjusted the Kate Spade purse on her shoulder with her right hand, attempting to keep her umbrella over her head with the other. “I’ll be fine, Pete, just go finish up and get back to me. I’m gonna be waiting in your room at the tower before you go off on that mission this weekend.”

A small sigh came through the speaker, “Okay, I’ll try to get back to you soon. I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too, Pete.”

“Oh,” she could hear the shy but no less mischievous smile that was taking over his face, “I left you a little present on the bed, make sure you open it before I get back.”

Y/N’s face heated at the implication. “Peter Parker, you dirty little-” He ended the call with a laugh, and she huffed out a small chuckle at his childish antics.

The walk to the Avengers tower would have been nice, had it not been for the downfall of rain, making everything mushy, socks being absolutely soaked through her sneakers by the time she arrived. The receptionist at the front desk, Jenny, if Y/N remembered correctly, stared at her a little oddly, probably not expecting to see the young college girl in such a state of disorder, but it didn’t affect her at all. She confidently strutted up to the elevator, pressing in the floor number where all the rooms were located. Y/N scrolled through her Twitter feed on her phone while classic rock blared through the elevator with the constant shuffling of people moving in and out. Seven minutes and thirty-two seconds later she was sprinting down the halls with soggy shoes and damp hair, her cold body screaming for warmth.

Peter’s room was the farthest down the hall, and the room was fairly empty. He rarely stayed at his room in the tower, preferring to stay with his Aunt May or keep Y/N company in Brooklyn. When she entered the room, she saw a plain white shirt and a pair of socks strewn upon the carpeted floor, but what really caught her eye was the red box wrapped in a pink bow on the bed. Deciding it would add more suspense if she opened it later, she quickly hopped in the shower, letting the hot water warm her freezing, rigid muscles under the spray.

Peter didn’t have all the products she’d usually use before she knew they were going to have sex, so she had to make do with the half-used bar of Irish Spring and his small travel-sized bottles of shampoo and conditioner, promising the fresh, breezy smell of citrus and mint. It was a quick process; two squeezes of shampoo, shaving with the green soap as best as she could without cutting herself, one squeeze of conditioner. A fuzzy towel sat waiting for Y/N on the rack, with the Spiderman symbol as a prank gift from her to her lovely boyfriend, and without a second to let the heat leave her damp skin, she wrapped herself in it, quickly hopping out to the bedroom again.

The lingerie she set out on the bed was a deep set burgundy color, with lace decorating the delicate corset and the trim of the satin panties. The packaging really did not do it justice. Y/N grinned at the new set, one that she knew would happily be torn from her body later. A shiver ran through her as she let the cold air fall over her skin, carefully slipping the lingerie on. It was a damn shame, really; the set was quite nice, and she reminded herself to buy more of the nicely suiting color for their nights together.

Click.

Y/N’s heart thumped with anticipation as she heard the door open and she took a quick moment to ready herself. Hair in perfect style, legs stretched along the length of the bed to make herself look as seductive as possible, a small smirk thrown on her pouty lips.

But in the darkened room, it wasn’t Peter’s shadow that appeared. Three men, three tall, bulkier men’s shadows appeared at the foot of the bed, and horror washed over her as she realized who they were. “Goddamn, dolly, I’ve imagined what you would’ve looked like under those sweaters, but this is much sweeter than I expected.”

The sinister face of Bucky Barnes came into her view, just a sliver of moonlight lighting up his pale skin. His eyes raked over Y/N’s uncovered skin, and goosebumps appeared as she tried to cover herself up under his predatory gaze.

“W-what are you doing here?” She whispered worriedly. Sam and Steve flanked the bed on either side of her, plastered sickly sweet smiles on their faces, providing her with a false sense of security that made her heart scream in fear. Though she wasn't making any noise, her lungs felt like they were going to give out, her throat closing up like an allergic reaction.

Her head whipped every which way in robotic movement, her brain seeming to fail her as she scanned the room for an exit. Several moments of shortened breaths, cold air chilling her body, before she came out of her freezing shock to realization.

“Why are you here? Please, get out, just g-get out!”

A calloused hand pushed away Y/N’s left arm that covered her tits, and Steve groaned at the sight of her pebbled nipples. “God, baby, they’re as pretty as I thought they’d be. Been trying to feel them up all week, but you knew that, didn’t you?”

Saturday the week before at lunch when he’d spilled water over chest and tried to clean her up. Sam’s friendly hug that became a bit less friendly when his hands slipped into the back pockets of her jeans. The movie night on Monday when Bucky’s hand caressed her thigh a little too close to her core. All of their touches began to make more sense, and her eyes filled with tears at the realization.

“Please,” she begged, tears blocking her vision, “I promise I won’t tell anyone, not even Pete, but please just go.”

“You just don’t get it, do you?” Steve asked. He grasped her chin roughly, his face close enough to hers so that she could feel his fiery breath on her lips. “We’re not leaving, sweetheart. You’re gonna let all three of us play with your pretty little body, and you’re gonna make the prettiest sounds for us, alright?”

Y/N shook her head violently, too afraid to make noise, but also bold enough to make one last attempt at freedom. The hand that held her chin quickly moved to slap her cheek, and she hated the way the sting made heat stir in her lower belly. She tried to shy away from their touch again, but Bucky’s face simply held the same smirk as he trailed his vibranium fingers up and down her leg.

“Oh, come on, Y/N, don’t act all shy now. Peter has been telling us how good you’ve been to him and don’t think he hasn’t told us about your little childhood crush on little ol’ me. Been wanting to fuck you ever since.” Bucky’s hand quickly left her body, instead moving to palm over the bulge in his pants. “Fuck, sweetheart, got me real hard just thinking ‘bout your pussy swallowing my cock. Bet you’re gonna be a sweet, obedient girl for me, right?”

Fire started to course through Y/N’s veins, and with all the power she tried to dampen it down with, it seemed to push through her body that much more dangerously. She despised the fact that she could feel herself growing wet for the three older men, but God, she had never felt the need to be filled up as badly as she did in that moment.

“You’re a bit of a slut, don’t you think?” Sam mocked. He kneeled on her right, his eyes fixated on her panty-clad pussy, a wet patch already forming on the soft satin. It really didn’t help that three of her teen celebrity crushes were eyeing her nearly naked body like a piece of meat. “I mean, look at you, already growing wet and needy for three cocks. Is that what you want, honey? Parker not treating you good enough?”

She hesitated. Goosebumps rose across her skin at the sinister tone of his voice, like he already knew it was true. And it was true and she hated that Sam was right, but as amazing as Peter was a boyfriend, it was clear from the vibrator hiding in his apartment’s bathroom that he was not amazing in the sheets. Every time, she held hope that it would be better, that she would finally get to stop faking an orgasm before he rolled out of the bed with a filled up condom, but she knew deep down inside of her that it wasn’t happening anytime soon. Y/N forced herself to nod weakly at Sam’s questions, and Bucky chuckled. “Oh, you poor dolly, we’re gonna have so much fun with you. Treat you better than that little boy ever could.”

All it took was a whimper, a nearly audible, deadly silent whimper that managed to squeak its way past Y/N’s throat, and the three men took it as permission to ravage her body however they pleased.

Steve made quick work of his pants as Sam lifted her chin to kiss him, his tongue hot and heavy against her mouth, coaxing her lips open. The sound of belt buckles hitting the floor shamefully turned on Y/N even more. Panic coursed through her senses, her mind wanting to scream for them to stop, but her body knew her too well as she felt a wave of slick run down her thighs. Cold metal digits slipped under the waistband of her panties, moving to her wet folds, and she whimpered into Sam’s mouth at the touch.

“You look so nice, baby, so pretty all laid out for us like this.” Bucky’s hands pulled down her panties as Steve pinched her peaked nipple through the lace, laying lavish, open-mouthed kisses down her torso. The cool air hit her pussy when Bucky’s hands pulled her legs wide open, fully exposed to the three men ready to use her against her will. “Knew you’d be so wet for us, sweetheart, just look at you. Dripping all for your daddies,” Steve murmured against her skin.

Hot breath fanned over her cunt before they rolled her over on her stomach, someone’s hands forcing her up onto her knees with her face smashed into the cotton pillows. She could feel two rough human hands pulling her ass cheeks apart, spreading her ever wider for their view. “Would you look at that, boys, look how fucking hot she is for us.”

Sam’s thick finger ran through her folds, the calloused pad of his finger just teasing her clit before landing a harsh smack to the inside of her thigh. Her moan was muffled through the mattress and she prayed they wouldn’t hear how being treated like whore made her wet like nothing else.

Hot slick dripped down her thighs, a pool of it staining the pristine sheets by each knee. It was quite a sight, Steve, kneeled by the bed as his face hovered next to her ear, whispering filthy things into her ear as Bucky stroked his hard, leaking cock right next to him. Sam’s lips were making their way up the inside of her right thigh, cracked skin gliding across her sticky flesh. “Oh, baby,” he purred, “you smell so good. Bet you taste even better, don’t you, little girl?”

His tongue reached the apex of her thighs, finally licking a stipe up her center with no warning. Y/N sobbed into the comforter below her, mascara stained tears marking up her face. Two fingers edged their way between the bed and her face, forcing her head upwards and arching her back. Steve’s face was caught in a dirty smirk above hers, lip pulled taut between his teeth, until he saw the tears trailing down her face. “Oh, sweetheart, you look so desperate like this.” His fingers traced her smeared lip gloss around her lips, before opening her lips harshly. “Open up, you dumb baby.”

Y/N forced her jaw open wider, just enough to watch a string of Steve’s saliva drip into her mouth. The thick spit pooled on her tongue and she tried hard not to grimace in front of him, in hopes that he wouldn’t make her-

“Swallow it, sweetheart.” He saw the hesitation in her eyes, how her lower lip trembled at his words, but he just laughed at her. “Now.”

The warm saliva slid down her tongue and more black tears ran down her face as she obliged his orders, finally gulping it and cringing at the taste. Steve loved the way her face screwed up in displeasure, how she still had the audacity to pretend she hated what they were doing though she was moaning and whimpering with Sam’s tongue attacking her entrance.

“What do you want, sweetheart? We might give it to you as long as you use your words.” Bucky taunted lightly.

Y/N stared up at the brunette, staring menacingly down at her with his cock in hand. “Please,” she whimpered.

The three found it woeful, the way she could barely get a full sentence out as Sam went to town with his skilled tongue, but even with that onslaught, a simple please wasn’t enough for them.

“Please what, honey,” Sam moaned from between her legs, “you gotta use your big words or we’ll never know what you want from us.”

Steve and Bucky nodded in fake-agreement even though they all knew exactly what she wanted and where.

“I don’t-” her widened eyes glanced into Steve’s, blown-out and teary. “I don’t want anything, not from you.” She lied through her teeth harshly.

Sam removed his head from between her thighs and Y/N immediately whined at the loss of contact almost hilariously. “You don’t want anything, little girl?”

The air felt static, every hair on her neck rising in the pressured silence. The angel and the devil clawed at her heart, each trying to show her what was right. And she wanted to sin, God knew that she would love nothing more than to let that little greedy part of her take over, but she’d already cheated on Peter and that damn good part of her conscience stole the wheels of her brain.

Slowly and shamefully, she shook her head, though the downright dirty monster inside of her wanted the men to ignore her words and keep assaulting her body.

“That’s a shame, baby, I thought we were having fun.” Sam sighed. He met Bucky’s gaze on the side, and though they seemed to be in resignation with her wishes, their eyes twinkled devilishly. He positioned his body over Y/N’s kneeled over form, his bare chest glued to her sweating back as his hands ran up the sides of her ribcage and to her front, just barely grazing over her sensitive nipples. “You mean, you don’t want me to touch you here?”

He pinched the darkened buds and she had to use every ounce of self-restraint to not collapse at the sensation. His calloused hands moved back even further, tracing down to the stretch of skin just above her mound, swiping a finger across the skin delicately. “How about here? Or even,” he brought three fingers around her body, over her ass, and into her glistening cunt again, just rubbing along her entrance, not daring to go further in. Y/N couldn’t hold in her reaction to his prodding anymore, his teasing chipping away all of her dignity and pride in a few simple touches.

“Yes, please, please, use your fingers,” she blurted against her will. Where shame should have washed over her, there was only lust, raging red and coursing through her body so forcefully that she felt braindead. “Put your fingers in me, daddy, please.”

The pet name rolled off of her tongue so easily and she was barely ashamed of how it made her feel. The name especially shocked the three men, who smiled even wider with their cocks harder than before at the little slip up. “That was all you had to say, dolly, gonna have your daddies make you feel real good,” Bucky laughed.

Sam finally plunged his thick fingers knuckle-deep into her cunt as Steve’s mouth captured hers, effectively swallowing her scream with ferocity. The long digits scissored and swirled inside of her, pressing against new unexplored areas that she’d never even gotten to with her own fingers. White dots danced along the front line of her vision as teeth clashed against hers and though it’d been mere minutes she already knew she was close and the men did as well.

“I can feel you clamping around my fingers, honey,” Sam taunted. His lips were moving sinfully around her ass, planting sloppy kisses and drooling all over her skin while he fingered her deep. “Are you gonna come soon, baby?”

“Yes, daddy, I’m so- fuck,” Y/N panted into Steve’s mouth, “m’ so c-close.” The blond bit her tongue hard enough for her to taste blood and she yelped as she heard Sam and Bucky laugh.

“Watch your language, dolly,” Bucky sneered from the side of the bed. His hand was rapidly moving around his cock, corkscrew motions edging him towards the brink of pleasure.

“Little girls like you don’t get to use big swear words,” Sam’s face was still buried between her legs, his soaked fingers pulling out of her cunt only to rub at her little pearl of nerves in circles. His tongue still lapped at her dripping entrance and he could feel her tight hole start to pulse as her breathing picked up. “Oh, baby, you’re getting close, aren’t you?”

Y/N was hesitant to answer at first, the sweat on her body seeming to cool immediately in fear of what would happen if she messed up. But after five seconds Steve stopped kissing her, gripping her chin and staring into her eyes deeply. He looked as debauched as she felt, with his rosy lips swollen with spit and cheeks tinged with pink. “Are you gonna answer daddy, sweetheart?”

That knocked her into shape real fast.

“Yes, daddy, I’m so close. P-please let me come,” she whimpered. The whine in her voice pleased the two men, and Steve went back to exploring her mouth before she felt something poking against her asshole.

“Gonna let daddy put his cock in you, little girl?” Sam asked gently. His words had panic coursing through her system, a chilling realization like water being poured on her head and she began to wiggle around, trying to free Sam’s hand from her hip. Her arms weakly pushed at Steve’s chest, trying to push him as far away as he could, but the men only laughed at her flailing limbs. Y/N wanted to scream no to them, and despite her contrasting love-hate relationship with Sam’s fingers inside her cunt she knew it was time to go. It was laughable how much she would continue to say that to herself for the rest of the night.

But Sam managed to sense her panic, knowing exactly what the issue was before harshly spanking her and effectively stopping her struggle. “Don’t worry, baby, I won’t come inside of you. I’m not risking knocking up a whore with my kids, I’ve got more dignity than that.”

He led the leaking tip of his dick down her crack, rubbing it along her slick entrance before pushing in with a groan. “Oh my fucking God, that is so hot.” Bucky admonished from the side. “Gotta get in on that soon.”

Steve chuckled against Y/N’s lips, pulling away with a strand of saliva connecting them. He adjusted himself up so his dick was centimeters from her face, a knee propped up on the bed for balance. “Gotta wait your turn, Buck, we all want a piece of her.” He noticed the way Y/N’s eyes were transfixed on his cock, the red mushroom head smeared with precome along the slit, nearly purplish veins standing out prominently on his shaft. Yeah, he couldn’t even deny that he was big because he already knew how many girls had dropped down on their knees for him. “Go ahead, sweetheart, open up those pretty lips for me.”

Almost too excitedly, she dropped her jaw, allowing him to slide his cock into the silky warmth of her mouth. As his hips started to thrust into her mouth, Sam’s started to do the same into her cunt. Both men moaned in tandem with their movements as Y/N’s worries faded away to the back of her mind as they stuffed her to the brim.

“You can come now, baby,” Sam nearly ordered, “go and cream on daddy’s cock- fuck, I know you’ve been waiting.”

It was a harsh bump of his head against her G-spot that sent her over the edge, walls clamping down with ferocity and milking him for all she was worth. Y/N reeled in the sunlight infested warmth that coursed through her body as she finally let go, whining around Steve’s dick as he continued to abuse her throat with long, deep thrusts.

Bucky was still holding his orgasm off, fondling with his tight, heavy sac while his dick remained a painfully hard mess, glistening with precome. “I’m so glad I got to see you come, dolly, look so fucking pretty when you do.”

She couldn’t deny the little skip of her heart at the praise, just a few simple words that made her feel like a good little girl. But no, God-fucking no, she wasn’t supposed to let them make her feel this way. Guilt washed away that warmth in her chest just as quickly, knowing that her boyfriend was just waiting to come back to see her, finishing up his studies so that they could live their lives out together after college while she was getting her pussy and mouth absolutely wrecked by his co-workers.

As soon as Y/N got her brain thinking straight again, Sam started moving inside of her again and she garbled out a strangled cry. “If you thought we were done here, baby,” Sam laughed, “you’ve got a lot left ahead of you.”

“We’re not leaving until all of us have come, brat.” Steve’s palm gripped the back of her skull roughly, pushing her head so far down on his dick that her nose was squished against his abdomen. “Greedy little bitch.”

Both men started to thrust into her again, and just like that she was back to being absolutely lost in desire and lust like the bitch in heat she was until there was a sudden shift in the air. So much that the sweat on her body began to cool her skin, Sam’s hands still gripping her hips so tightly she knew they’d leave marks that she would have to hide when she wore her favorite low-cut shorts.

Bucky’s eyes seemed to drift from her tits moving with each movement of her hips, checking behind the door as if there were something lurking there, but she was too afraid to see for herself. If she stopped she would get spanked, and they’d probably prolong her second orgasm even further, and her pussy couldn’t handle any more subtle teasing.

“Hey there, Parker, why don’t come on out here?”

But that, that was what made the hairs on Y/N’s neck rose, dread filling her to the fullest as she realized the implications of Sam’s words.

Peter had seen everything. Peter, her boyfriend, had seen three of his co-workers, three men who she barely knew, fuck her deep into his mattress. Peter, her boyfriend, had watched her get fucked into his mattress, without trying to stop them whatsoever.

She couldn’t tell if it was the guilt of cheating on her boyfriend or the freezing realization that he hadn’t done anything to stop the three men that hurt more.

Yet Peter still walked from behind the door, dressed in a NYU hoodie and a pair of khakis slung low on his hips, just drawing attention to the sizable bulge that stretched out his zipper. His umber eyes, normally full of so much joy and love, were possessed by the same lust and darkness as the three men, as much as he tried to hide it behind a shyer facade.

His eyes were trained on the tightness of how Y/N’s pussy was gripping Sam, her lips glossed over with come and spit wrapped around Steve’s dick. The girl stopped in her movements, her eyes no longer full of tears for just being gagged, but as soon as her mouth came to a halt around the base of his cock, the blond slapped her across the face. A sharp crack echoed around the room and though she couldn’t see him, she heard Bucky’s feral growl of pleasure at the whorish treatment she was receiving.

“Didn’t say you could fucking stop, sweetheart, keep working on daddy’s cock.” No more words needed to be said as Steve gripped her hair once more, forcing himself farther back into her throat to the point where she couldn’t breathe. Sam’s thrusts were quickening, closer and closer to release as the sounds of the girl struggling to breath made his balls tighten.

“Fucking shit, baby, you feel yourself squeezing my dick? I bet you like teasing daddy like that, don’t you?” One of his hands were brought down on her ass in a quick smack that resonated with Bucky, who was staving off his orgasm for something much sweeter than his hand. She was moaning raucously around the dick stuffed in her mouth, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure up every nerve in Steve’s body as he came with the tip of his dick nearly being swallowed by Y/N’s throat. There was barely any time for her to fully down the thick come in her mouth before Sam was threatening to orgasm. “I’m gonna come so soon but you better fucking not, little girl, you hear me? Gotta let your daddy come before you, you ungrateful little bitch- oh.”

It was a really fucking close call, Sam’s dick pulling out of her with one quick movement before spilling pearly ropes of come onto Y/N’s spine. A high whine escaped her mouth, clit throbbing as she was so, so close to coming, and she was too far into her crazed pleasure to realize that she was letting three older men, men who fought to defend the universe from evil, use her as an over-glorified fleshlight.

She couldn’t really blame them for calling her a cockdrunk whore.

Bucky sauntered over to the bed, eyes trained on the pool of come centered around the base of her spine before flipping her over onto her back with his large hands and shoving three vibranium fingers back into her hole. She gasped and held onto his forearm as he continued to fingerfuck her to her second orgasm, eyes screwed shut in a delirious haze of contentment for being filled with at least something again.

“Bucky, Bucky, Bucky, please-” Steve slapped her along the face, correcting her words immediately. “Daddy, daddy, please let me come.”

Bucky chuckled, tweaking one of her nipples with his flesh hand as he hovered over her face. “I don’t know, dolly, you’ve been a little naughty, callin’ me the wrong name, not listening to Stevie’s orders- don’t think you deserve to get what you want.”

A muffled whimper escaped her swollen lips, and he sighed in surrender. “Okay, dollface, go ahead and come on my fingers. Let me see how you wet ‘em up real good.”

Y/N’s hips bucked into his metal digits with finality, come leaking out of her cunt and soaking the sheets below her. Her sweat-glazed skin shone even against the darkening sky, and all Bucky could do was chuckle at how her chest rose quickly as she tried to catch her breath. He thought about teasing her clit again, just circling around the little bud of nerves to get a rise out of her, but he decided against it. Sam probably had better plans for her anyway.

On the other hand, Y/N’s orgasm was starting to wear off as she noticed the hardened stare from the edge of the room. Her boyfriend.

“Peter, I…” Y/N made eye contact with him, suddenly noticing how mousy he looked in his own bedroom.

“I nearly forgot you were here, Parker,” Sam smirked darkly. “Why don’t you come over here and fuck your little whore. I’m feeling a little generous today.”

Steve and Bucky nodded with the same infuriating smugness as Sam. The brunette boy opened his mouth to object to the degrading statement, but when he met his girlfriend’s eyes nothing needed to be said. There was no escaping this. Nothing he said mattered to the three older men, because really they had already gotten everything they wanted right in front of their disgusting, perverted eyes.

He unbuckled his belt, letting the weight of it drop his khakis to the floor. Maybe if he’d known he would be forced into join a fivesome later that night he’d have picked any other boxers but the Ducktales one, but no one seemed to say a word about them, rather focusing on what they were failing to conceal.

Peter’s cock had always been admirable to Y/N by its length and God, definitely its thickness. Curved upwards towards his abdomen with a vein running along the left side up to the bulbous head, it was definitely more than average. It was really just a shame he didn’t know how to use it well enough.

His shirt was pulled over his head just as quickly, and if Y/N knew any better she would say that he was excited to get to fuck her in front of the three men. He placed himself in between Y/N’s parted legs, standing in the same position as he had so many times before.

But when Y/N cried out in pain and pleasure as he slid into her, Peter knew that this time, it was different. This time three men, men that he used to trust with his life, stood on either side of him and his girlfriend and jerked their hands up and down their cocks as they watched her get fucked relentlessly. It wasn’t sweet, it wasn’t romantic, but he couldn’t really think when his thick cock was stuffed inside of her stimulated pussy, juices and come leaking out of her abused sex.

“Go faster, Parker,” Steve instructed, his face contorted in pure pleasure. The pace of Peter’s thrusts sped up, and he threw Y/N’s ankles over his shoulders, hitting deeper inside of her, with the sound of her sobs only turning them all on more. “Oh, right there, shit, shit, shit-”

Steve came first, a low groan escaping his lips as streams of come landed on her tits, still bouncing with every movement of Peter’s hips.

“Open up,” Sam gritted through his teeth, and Y/N obediently opened her mouth to let his bitter come coat the inside of her throat, some of it landing on her face and neck. The string of curses he let out made Peter thrust even faster into her, and he hated, absolutely despised the way it turned him on to see the three men use his girlfriend to their pleasure. But soon enough a hand pushed against his chest away from Y/N and he reluctantly pulled out.

“Move aside, kid,” Bucky instructed, “Wanna come inside of her.”

As he lined his gigantic cock up with her entrance, her eyes widened with fear. “No, please, I didn’t take my pills, I can’t- I won’t, please not inside-”

“Shut the fuck up, you slut.” Bucky’s fingers came to slap her clit harshly, and she cried out in pain. “You’re gonna be quiet and let me come wherever I damn want, right?”

He punctuated his last word as he thrust inside her, filling her up to the hilt with his girth. She was too drunk on the feeling of her cunt being filled up to argue again. It was painful, extremely so, even though two different cocks had been inside her overstimulated pussy already and Bucky stretched her out wide, his cock thicker with veins to hit every pleasure point. With her legs tossed around his tapered torso, he slid out until his very tip was left in her, then slammed back in with a small moan. The head of his cock relentlessly pounded into her cervix in a nearly soundless tempo and all Y/N could hear were her own gasps of pleasure, jaw-dropping moans that made drool slide back down her throat in her laid down position.

She turned her head to the side, and though her vision was bleary through the tears, she could see Sam and Steve watching Bucky fuck her while Peter, her boyfriend, her sweet, sweet boyfriend, was caught up fucking his hand to the sound of Bucky’s balls slapping against her ass.

“Fuck, ‘m not gonna last much longer, dollface.” Bucky gasped. “You gonna come soon? You’re gonna come for daddy one more time. I think you’ve got a third one in you, you little fucking slut.”

“Shit, shit, daddy, please ‘m almost there,” Y/N wailed absentmindedly. A thumb came down to circle her clit quickly and she felt the coil in her stomach grow tighter and tighter, until she finally let out a high whine, finding her release as Bucky’s cock pulsed inside of her, ready to come just as easily as her. Her pussy clenched around his cock as she rode out her orgasm, fingers grasping at the sheets in order to find some sort of grounding. His come painted her walls white, and Bucky could’ve sworn there was no better feeling than feeling his blood warm in every vein as he finally let go. With stunted groans, his hips slowed its rhythm, lost in watching how his cock disappear into Y/N’s pussy, her slick juices coating his dick each time he pulled out.

“Ah, fuck, dolly, you did so good for me. Pussy tight as a fuckin’ vice.” Bucky hugged her limp body close to his sweaty chest, letting his dick soften inside of her for a good few moments before pulling out. He tossed Y/N back onto the bed below him, barely even caring to clean the come dripping down her ribcage and out of her cunt before grabbing his boxers from the cabinet next to the bed.

Steve was already buttoning his jeans up, checking the notifications on his phone before shoving it back into his pocket. The blond seemed to have better things to do so soon after, rushing his way to the door before pausing where Y/N laid to watch come drip out of her pussy. One more time he pushed Bucky’s come inside of her abused entrance, watching as it oozed out from behind his digits. “Look at you, fucking full of of his come. Such a goddamn whore,” he muttered under his breath.

Those were the last words he said to her before patting Bucky on the shoulder and leading him out of the opened door.

Maybe Sam was a bit more kind, or affectionate at least. He was already dressed but visibly hard again beneath the thick denim of his pants, and he made sure Y/N knew it, taking her left hand and placing it over his dick. “You still got that effect on me, honey, even when you’re all fucked out like this.” He dragged his fingers through the thick ribbons of come that coated her chest, bringing them up to her mouth so she could taste. Even though she was more than exhausted, she wrapped her tongue around the two fingers that were pushed past her swollen lips, sucking them clean with a tired vengeance. Satisfied with her work, he kissed her chin one more time before leaving without so much as another word, slamming the door shut on his way out.

Click.

It ended exactly the way it started, the lock jostling into the doorknob just as easily as the high of Y/N’s final orgasm slipped away.

Stifling silence suffocated the room around them. Peter refused to meet her eyes, just as much as hers did his. She laid motionless on the bed with him standing at the foot, his dick soft and if she narrowed her bleary eyes just a bit, she could see how his knees were shaking. Neither of them were able to say anything, losing the ability to converse as soon as the three men left the room.

“Peter,” her voice was throaty after the rough fucking she took, “C-can you please get me a drink?”

The brown-haired boy looked down to meet her face, and she could finally see the reason that he had hid it from her. His eyes were red and bloodshot, snot running from his nose with tears running down his cheeks. She’d been so caught up in the after haze of the sex that she didn’t even notice how his bare chest was heaving so deeply, nearing hyperventalation.

But still, he grabbed his boxers, pulling them over his weakened legs clumsily. “Y-yeah, what kind do you want, Mr. Stark has a ton-”

“I don’t care.” She cut him off firmly, a sharp tone in her voice as she rolled over on her side. Y/N tucked her knees to her chin, fingers running over the side of her neck which was marked with bruises and scratches. “I don’t fucking care.”

Without another word Peter slipped out of the room quietly, knowing better than to try to talk to her about what they had been forced to participate in. It wasn’t as if there was much to say anyways.

Rain pattered against the window. It was only six o’clock in the evening. Cars honked and beeped and Natasha’s Igor Stavinsky record played for its fiftieth round of the day, and to anyone else in the tower it was a normal night. Normal, just like the ones spent sitting on the couch with Bucky’s hand creeping up her leg or Sam’s hands groping her ass, but this time they’d made a move.

The silence was far too much to handle, the unspoken truth of what she’d done with Bucky, Steve, Sam, and Peter finally hitting her, knocking the air out of her lungs as she suddenly struggled to breathe. Gripping her face, clawing at it like a goddamn wolf, Y/N began to cry. Silently at first, gradually growing into heartbroken sobs, she let her trodden pride carry her voice wherever it wanted to go.

The men’s whispered words haunted her mere moments after they’d left the room, but most audibly she could hear a faint husk of a voice, Sam’s low moan in her ear looming in the dreadful silence of the room:

Thanks for sharing with us, baby.

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LOVE AGAIN ─✎ 송.민기

❖❳；Pairing; Song Mingi x Fem!Reader (ft. P1h's keeho, itzy's ryujin, and wooyoung)

❖❳；Genre; Greek mythology au, angst, reincarnation au.

❖❳；Words ; 6.2k

❖❳；Warnings; Mentions of death.

❖❳；Synopsis; A mission to find your lover who was reborn in the mortal world became a mission for heartbreak as you watched him fall in love with someone else.

❖❳；A/n; I honestly don't know what happened near the end, very disappointing but oh well. Not very proud of this so im sorry and don't get your hopes up.

❖❳； Note; My entry for @/sleepylixie and @/delicatewerewolfsoul 's hamartia collab. This might contain inaccurate representations of greek gods but for the sake of the story, just go with it. Slightly modernized as well.

The sun rises on the horizon, casting light all over Olympus, waking the gods in slumber, reminding them of the work they need to do. However, you wanted to fight the sun for rising so early. The rays piercing through the depths of the ocean, just enough to peek through the windows of your room.

You stir under the covers, not wanting to get up. The light blinding your closed eyes, preventing you from going back to sleep. You were honestly hoping you won't wake up the next day. You didn't want to wake up in agony knowing there's nothing to wake up to. You still picture his crescent eyes when he smiles, his laugh that echoes in your ears as if he is there with you. His hands that felt soft and warm left a mark on your skin, reminding you of how he held you in his arms.

Every night you see him in your dreams— for a while at least. Your heart was hurt, it wanted to remind you of all the things you could've done, but it knew that if you kept dreaming about him, you would have died grieving years ago.

A loud knock on your door suddenly erupted, a groan escaped your lips. You rolled to the other side trying to bury your head under the covers to drown out the sound. Then, your door busted open, making you sit up in surprise.

"What the fuck," you furrowed your brows, watching your father fix the dislocated door hinge.

"Don't use such language on me, young lady," he leans his trident beside the door. "You have a very important schedule to meet your suitors today."

Your eyes widen, "Suitors?!" You shrieked, your father's face contorts.

“Father, I think this has gone long enough for you to know that I am not interested.” he let out a sigh. He’s well aware of that.

"Look, I understand, but I will not have you sulk for the rest of your life just because that good-for-nothing son of Athena died," your blood boiled at his words.

"No father, I don’t think you do understand," You said with resentment.

You tried to bury the tears back down, not wanting to cry in front of your father. The pent up anger made you want to lash out like what he said was the last straw but your pride was much stronger.

"It's rude to keep them in line, they've travelled far just to get here, so I suggest you make yourself presentable and be there as soon as possible," his last words before shutting your door closed behind him.

The knick-knacks on your shelf shook as your father slammed the door shut. He wasn't mad, he was just….strict, as your father and god of the sea, you are under his territory thus, giving you no choice but to follow him.

You laid back on your bed, pulling the covers, letting out a muffled scream into the blanket. Only kids get treated like this, he acts like you aren't already a hundred years old.

You didn't want to meet another batch of mermen with plastic smiles and fake personalities. They were only after you because of your title, daughter of Poseidon, god of the sea, with a legacy that soon passes unto you. You had sisters and brothers, you didn't understand why it had to be you, but Poseidon himself already had it all planned.

You swam near the big stadium-like structure, with large pillars that were carved so intricately in quartz. The end of the stadium planted Poseidon's throne where he sat so elegantly. You hid behind the pillars, spotting the men that were seated to the side, waiting for your arrival, but you already decided you weren't going to attend. Not this time.

You took the longest route to Olympus, making sure no one spots you, escaping the suffocating vast seas that used to be called home.

"You know one day I could get killed by your dad," Wooyoung set the teacups filled with hot liquid on the dining table where you sat.

It's been a while since you set foot on land, you didn't miss it, the painful after-effects of walking for too long did make you wonder how land dwellers live.

"He won't since I made him promise it," your cheeky smile made him roll his eyes.

"But won't he easily find you here?"

"He will but he couldn't be bothered to travel all the way here," you took a sip from the cup, hot liquid running down your throat.

"I'll be home by sundown, can't have him wash Olympus just to find me," you force out a laugh, wooyoung giving you a sympathetic look.

He knows you are still mourning. Deep inside you are still in pain, but you try to keep it hidden.

"You know, it's been years and he is still bringing me these men I barely even know and he wants me to pick one to marry?" You planted your forehead on the table, hiding your face in frustration. "It's getting annoying." After those annoying years of having to pretend you are ok and just sitting pretty in front of dozens of merpeople, making yourself look like a prize in a glass box waiting for a winner to take you home.

But of course, it's still your choice and you chose to be with none of them.

"Were any of them attractive at least?" You hear the familiar charming voice. You look up to see Wooyoung's mother— aphrodite— adorned in her usual attire, laced with gold sequences, a headpiece in gold, and jewellery that complimented her skin.

You shook your head as you gave her a soft smile, "They always have this forced appearance to look strong and the wide creepy smiles that they think will help attract me to them," she listens to your rant, pouting slightly, "What a shame, you know your father's taste was never that good," she winked. You knew she was talking about your mother, whom you didn't know that well since she is always focusing on your brothers.

"I thought you went out early," Wooyoung questioned. Aphrodite cupped her son's cheeks, kissing the top of his nose.

"I just forgot something dear," you giggled at her ways of babying her son. Fixing his hair and touching up the light makeup he puts on every day. You can't deny how attractive Wooyoung is, you could see the features that he inherited from his mother.

"Poseidon won't stop what he is doing though, I suggest you do as his wishes y/n, or you'll face his consequences," strips of memory to that day cross your mind again. It was truly painful to recall, it made your heart clenched and you wanted to scream your head off.

"Look, whatever it is you want to do, just make sure it isn't something stupid," Wooyoung held your hand in his, rubbing your skin with his thumb. You remembered the last stupid thing you did.

You were grateful to have met someone like Wooyoung, he has always been there for you. Even though your father had been skeptical of him for so long, he still let you be around him.

But you can't promise him this time because another stupid idea just popped up in your head.

"Are you kidding y/n? Didn't we just talk about this?" Wooyoung follows you from behind as you walk through the forest. The last time you were here was the day your world fell apart.

You swore to not cross paths where it reminded you of him but right now, it is important.

"Look, demigods are bound to be reincarnated, there's a chance I could see him again," you explained, stepping on sticks and pebbles, slashing through vines and large leaves with your bronze dagger. Mingi wasn't like you or wooyoung who had both parents that are gods. Like Athena, he was created by her from her mind. He wasn't born….normal.

"And then what? What will you do if you see him?"

In all honesty, you didn't plan that far, all you thought of was to meet mingi in the mortal world. Wooyoung's concern for you just became worse when the silence answers his question. You have no plan, you just wanted to see mingi again.

You ignored Wooyoung's continuous nagging until you reached your destination. The tree that grew sweet magical berries that can only be found deep in the forests of Olympus. The berry that could help the gods enter the mortal realm.

"Y/n…." Worry settles in, Wooyoung knows the side effects of these berries. You weren't as powerful as your parents who were able to visit the mortal realm on your own, you needed help and you were certainly not gonna ask your father.

"I'll be fine," you picked a few handfuls of berries and stuffed them in your bag, "Atlantis won't be that far, If I need to, I’ll just come back." You smiled at Wooyoung.

"I leave tomorrow."

"What about your dad? Won't he get mad?" You two made your way back out of the forest, taking the path of where you came from.

"I just told him I'm sleeping at your place for a while," Wooyoung freezes in place. As expected of his role as your best friend, he's responsible for covering you up.

"You owe me big time."

Arriving at the mortal realm, alone and slightly scared. But the sight of what seemed to be the city made you giddy all of the sudden.

You walked around exploring the beautiful structures of the city. Tall buildings surrounding the area, billboards, and giant screens with lights and flashing colours. You were overwhelmed at first but it was quite interesting. It was nothing like you have seen before.

There were tons of people who wore casual attire, some wore suits as they travelled to work. Big buses and cars drove by in the streets— you almost got run over by one, not knowing the purpose of the blinking traffic light; the horrendous sound of the car horn almost did make your ears bleed.

Settling down on one of the park benches, you took a break from walking. The sandals you brought weren't doing any justice for your feet.

Your surroundings were peaceful, pink flowers scattered across the concrete, different coloured leaves decorating the trees, getting ready for the fall season. Suddenly, you felt a gust of wind. The eerie grey smoke rising in front of you. Chills running up your spine, your mind having a clear idea of where it's coming from.

A cold mischievous laugh emitted from within, your initial reaction was to pull out the dagger from your side, clutching the handle tight until your knuckles turned white.

"Relax, it's me," the same annoying voice you dreaded hearing.

"Ryujin, what are you doing here?" You scowled. She was bad news— the spirit of mischief lives within her, wherever she goes, chaos follows.

"Hmm, are you not happy to see me?" Her Cheshire cat-like smile plastered onto her face as she took a seat beside you, crossing her leg on top of the other. Her hair was shorter than the last time you saw her, eyes still full of mischief.

"I was hoping to not see you again after the incident 20 years ago," you spat, hatred lacing your words.

"Right, the poor boy, died so soon," her face turned into a sad look before smiling once again.

Ryujin was the main cause of his death. Your father just made it happen. Leading Mingi to that place in the forest where she knew your father was there, he hated Athena's children, he wouldn't hesitate to kill one in sight.

You wished there was a way to go back in time to stop Ryujin from leading Mingi to his inevitable death. But as expected, she felt no shame or guilt whatsoever.

"What is it that you plan anyway, there is a reason for you to come here, right?"

You kept your mouth closed, not wanting to possibly give your plan away for the spirit of mischief to take its course. And so, you kept quiet. Ryujin clicked her tongue in annoyance. She wished she could read minds, but that's her brother's power.

"Fine, keep it to yourself," she stood up, grumbling something under her breath, "Just so you know, I am not leaving without having a bit of fun," another gust of wind blowing in your direction leaves swirling in a circle on the concrete just below her feet, the puff of smoke covering her figure as she disappeared.

Your mind was in shambles. Usually, she would try and pressure you into answering but she brushed it off so soon.

You let out the breath you didn't know you were holding, the weight suddenly leaving your chest. Sometimes the presence of Ryujin gives you this uneasy feeling, but it was better than getting a visit from her brother. He is ten times worse.

You finally adapted to the mortal world, got a place to stay all by yourself. There were obstacles on the way but you got over them easily.

You lay quietly on the bed, and to be honest, it was a bit uncomfortable. The covers are placed over you up to your neck. You stared at the ceiling, counting rams in hopes of helping you fall asleep. And on your 1117th ram, your eyes finally grew heavy.

But to your dismay, your throat decides that it was parched. You sat up from your bed, wearing your slippers, and made your way to the kitchen. Grabbing a glass and filling it up with water, but before you could take a sip, you saw a figure on your couch.

You dropped the glass, shattering across the floor. The figure whipped his head around and you couldn't believe your eyes. Is this a dream? You must be dreaming… You might have even gone mad.

"Mingi?" You stuttered. You haven't called out that name in so long.

"Y/n, be careful you'll hurt yourself," he stood from the couch, making his way to you. You took a few steps back. Mingi's face shows a look of confusion.

He stepped on the glass unfazed by it. Did he not feel that? Of course, this is a dream, he's not real.

"What's wrong?" His arms out to reach for you.

"N-no, I'm dreaming, this can't be—" you shook your head, tears pricking your eyes. You felt warm hands cup your face, it was so real, your knees so close to giving out.

"What do you mean?" His eyes were the same shade of brown. His hair is styled the same way he always has it in.

"You're real?" Your voice croaked, mingi chuckled. The same smile you saw years ago, but as expected, his face started to fade. This is definitely a dream. It was impossible to have mingi physically there, you saw him….die, right in front of your eyes.

"Of course I'm real," his voice was soft, comforting even. You were really hearing his voice, this is his voice. He pressed his forehead against you, kissing the top of your nose promptly.

At this point, you couldn't stop the tears from falling. You sobbed making mingi pull away and look at you with worry in his eyes.

"Please don't leave me again," you pleaded. You wished it was real, your chest grew even tighter. What kind of cruel punishment is this?

"Why would I leave?" He wiped the tear on your cheek. "I'll always be here," he said in reassurance as he pulled you in his embrace. You missed it so much—you missed him so much. The same warmth was still there, but it eventually started to feel cold. Like Hades was paying a visit to take him back to the underworld.

You finally got to see him again, even if it was only a dream, it really felt like he was there, body and soul present. You didn't want to let him go, there's no way you are losing him again.

His image starts to fade, you start to feel the emptiness again. His hold on your body began to feel like nothing, it was cold like ice. You tried to grip his shirt, keeping him from disappearing. You spewed out pleas, begging him to stay. At Least for a little longer.

But then you woke up, hot liquid running down your face.

You were crying, something you haven't done in a long while. Slapping your cheeks, making sure you were really awake.

"Come one y/n, it was just a dream," you said to yourself out loud.

20 years and you thought you were over him. But those agonizing years were torturous. Everything seemed to remind you of him. Wooyoung almost didn't see you for 18 years until you finally decided to visit him. You wouldn't know what to do if wooyoung was never in your life, you might as well have been asleep for the rest of your life.

The clamshell that sat on your bedside table glowed. It was a magic shell that sends messages back and forth in writing. You gave one to Wooyoung so you could communicate from a distance.

"Did you find him?" The letters glowed as they appeared.

"Not yet." you wrote back, watching the writings disappear indicating that he is reading it.

"Time is ticking y/n." Anxiety washes over you again. Soon the berries won't be enough to hold you there and you'll be needing to come back home.

"Y/n, you there?" A voice startled you, making you almost drop the shell. It would be bad if you did, it was a fragile thing, you could risk shattering it and won't have anything else to communicate with.

"In here!" You called out, quickly hiding the shell in the dresser.

"I brought lunch," mina smiled, holding up a paper bag filled with takeout.

The day you moved in, still exploring the apartment that you rented, you heard a knock on your door.

You peeked through the peephole. A woman stood in front of the door patiently, short brown hair— half of it tied into a ponytail— dressed in a leather jacket and denim pants. She looked about 20, maybe 21 but she doesn't look older than 25.

You almost pulled out your dagger but resisted, remembering that they are mortals and you could get in trouble. You slowly twisted the doorknob open, opening it slightly so your body is visible but not the room.

"Hi, I'm mina!" She said in a bubbly tone. Her energy made you slightly overwhelmed. "I'm your neighbour, just next door." She pointed to the apartment beside yours.

You nodded, not knowing what to reply. "Have you finished unpacking?" You tilted your head in confusion. "Do you need help with boxes or anything?"

You looked back in your apartment, body moving aside just enough for Mina to have a clear view.

"Did you not bring any stuff?" You shook your head.

"I only brought a satchel," you gripped the strap that hung across your body. She gazes at the small bag attached to your body.

"Well, it looks like you need help settling in, why don't I cook dinner for you? You don't seem to have any pots or pans or food either." Your stomach grumbled at the mere mention of food.

Mina giggled, making you heat up in embarrassment. "I'll take that as a yes."

Since then Mina has been your source of food and company. She's been a great companion for the past few days. You told Wooyoung all about her and he just replied coldly. The thought of your best friend getting jealous of your new mortal friend made you laugh.

"So, I just started my 3rd year of college, and honestly, I am tired of it— I've been thinking of dropping out but then my mom might whoop my ass…" Mina rants while you sit there, zoned out watching the floor like it's the most interesting thing in the world.

"Earth to y/n," mina waves her hand in front of you, snapping you out of your daze.

"Oh sorry, What were you saying?" The girl pouts, eventually brushing it off to discuss other things.

"Oh right, so I met this guy on campus and he is like, really cute. He is super tall and like, maybe a bit built..." You listened to her attentively but still in the back of your mind you couldn't help but discuss your plans on how to find mingi to yourself.

"Should I ask him out?" You blinked— you weren't paying attention again.

"I'm sorry?"

"The guy I met on campus on my first day, should I ask for his number?"

"Oh totally, you should," you said plainly, you feel really bad for not paying attention but you couldn’t help it when your mind is being occupied with something else. Mina just brushed it off, not noticing your spaced-out expression. She continued rambling while your mind wandered.

Time was running out, you needed a plan.

"Remind me why I am on your college campus again?" You said, mina dragging you by the arm. She woke you up at an ungodly hour just to travel early to her college campus. Few students were walking around campus, on their way to their scheduled class.

"Look, I barely have friends, also do you go to college? You look to be around my age," your eyes widen. Atlantis doesn't have schools, you had to travel to Olympus just to make it to class, but you only had to go until you turned 18. And you are immortal, you haven't been to school for a hundred years.

"I graduated," you just said. Hoping she won't ask further questions.

"Oh so you're older than me then," you nodded. She stopped to sit by a tree in the campus garden, patting the grass beside you. You sat beside her, leaning on the tree.

"I don't have class 'till after lunch, we can grab something to eat before you can go back to your apartment," she took out her textbook and paper to finish what she didn't the day before.

"Sorry for dragging you, You are always locked up in your apartment so I thought why not take you here with me," you were planning on exploring more of the city, just to take note of the possible routes to get around.

"Won't I get in trouble? I don't go here."

"You are fine, besides, it's an open college, anyone can visit here," she explains as she gets back to her work.

Your eyes wandered off somewhere else, spotting the students who were early, sitting on the grass as they got some sleep under the trees. Some were reading books and some were having their breakfast.

It makes you sleepy after a while, deciding to lean your head against the tree, closing your eyes for a brief moment.

A pair of shoes tapping against the grass, crunching the leaves on the way. You didn't bother to open your eyes so you just stayed and listened. Must be one of mina's friends as you hear her voice ushering for them to sit.

They sat on the other side of the tree beside mina, talking about classes and homework but something about that voice tingles your brain. The familiar deep husky voice made your heart ache. You were confused as to why you were reacting that way.

Soon the person left and you were forced to open your eyes when mina shook your shoulder abruptly.

"Guess who just gave me their number," she said, grinning from ear to ear.

"Who?"

"The hot campus boy," she squealed, waving the paper in her hand. "His name is mingi and it's kinda cute and his voice was deep, not that deep, but like...deep."

Your eyes widen, "mingi?" She nodded. You felt like your world stopped spinning. Your mind is in shambles, processing the information. Your ears deafened the sounds around you, muffling mina's continuous babblings.

You thanked the gods that he's here, but then reality hit. He doesn't know you for he is only a reincarnation of the mingi you knew. He is no longer the son of Athena, he is just human.

"Are you sure it's the mingi?" Wooyoung's message appears from the clamshell. You lay on your bed, a book on your lap as you were reading just a while ago.

"Yes, Mina's description fits so perfectly," you bit your lip, anxiously fidgeting with your necklace. What if it wasn't him? You can't confirm that it really is him, he has no memory of his past life.

"Ok, so what are you gonna do now? You found him, what's the next step?" You mentally slapped yourself for being unprepared. You wanted to see him again, that was your main goal, and now that you know he's here, you have no reason to stay.

You want to be with him but it's impossible, you are immortal, he'll age while you stay young. Well, nothing much was changed when he was a demigod, but he had the opportunity to become immortal. It's not like there is some way a mortal can become immortal.

…..or is there.

"I'm coming back," the writing disappeared letter by letter as wooyoung's message appeared right after.

"Really? So that's it?"

You shook your head as if he could see you. "I have a plan"

"Oh no," wooyoung thought. Letting out a deep sigh. "She's gonna get into more trouble isn't she?" Wooyoung wished that somehow something would knock some sense into you.

"Y/n!"

"Mina, hey," she threw herself at you, engulfing you in a tight hug.

"I'm gonna miss you," she squeezed around your neck, restricting your airflow.

"Mina," you patted her back, making her apologize with a sheepish grin, "I'll be back soon though, you don't have to miss me too much."

"I know— wait, are you free right now? I was wondering if you wanna go eat before you leave," you thought for a second. Though it isn't difficult to travel back to Olympus, you're unfortunately on your last berry.

"Sure," you hoped it'll last you for another few hours.

Arriving at a restaurant with mina, ordering food as soon as you sat down. Your eyes wandered around. The restaurant was busy, waiters quickly passing around, trying to get to the customer's table as soon as possible.

"Finally," Mina says, standing up on her seat. You turned your head to the person she was referring to.

"Sorry I'm late, I got stuck in traffic."

"I invited mingi, I hope you don't mind y/n," Mina says with a sorry smile.

"I don't mind at all." That unsettling feeling soon washes over you, seeing mingi stand in front of you, face to face. You find it weird to see him like this like he didn't die. He looks like the same mingi years ago, it just felt….different.

You took your seats again, Mina helping mingi order his food. The three of you waited for your orders, chatting about anything that comes to mind. Mina talking about classes and homework that is due and mingi asking if any of you were free to a party this weekend.

Of course, you can't go.

"So, Where are you from y/n?" He asks you. His voice sounded so natural to you but at the same time, it felt foreign, like you just heard of it now. Technically you did but, the way demigod reincarnations work is they get reborn the same. Meaning they'll look the same, speak the same, and their personalities are most likely the same. Nothing will change once they get reborn— except, they won't remember anything from their past life.

"Atlantis," you blurted out, panic rushing through you. You can see the confusion in their faces.

"Like, the lost city of Atlantis?" Mortals, what are they teaching them?

"I mean Atlanta," you corrected yourself, body stiff as stone.

"America? That's far, do you have a flight?" Mina intervened. You didn't even know where that was, you just so happened to remember that book you read before coming here and the main character lived in a place called Atlanta.

"Uh yeah, sure," you felt cold sweat trickling down the back of your neck. You just hope they won't ask any more questions.

You let out a sigh of relief as the two of them get back to chatting with each other.

Finally, the food arrived and the sooner you finished the sooner you got to go home. And with your last berry, you popped it in your mouth after the meal.

Leaving the restaurant with mina and mingi you were finally able to go back to Olympus.

As you are ready to part ways, Mina engulfs you in a tight hug, cutting off your airflow. "Mina, you're squishing me," you said in a choked out voice. "Be quick ok," she gives you a final hug before walking in the other direction.

You waited until the coast was clear and hid somewhere secluded.

You arrived safely and with just a minute to spare. You were gonna go to wooyoung's place first before going back to Atlantis when you saw a lightning strike. A gust of moist air blows your way, a growling thunder piercing through your ears. Your mind immediately assumed that it was Zeus but when the clouds cleared you saw your father, sitting on a cloud with his trident on his lap.

"Father," you said, greeting him with a bow. Though he didn't look pleased with seeing you at the gates of Olympus, he still gave your hair a ruffle.

"You have me worried sick y/n, where were you?"

You expected yelling, hearing these words and this kind of tone shocked you. Especially even after telling him that you were staying at wooyoung's but still found you at the gates

"Look, I know I may have gone too far— with...you know, the marriage," he admits. Avoiding eye contact with you as much as possible. Not that it wasn't sincere, he just wasn't used to admitting he was wrong. But he loves you dearly and he'd do anything for you.

"It's ok, I actually forgot those happened." there was an awkward silence. Then, Poseidon left, after informing you of what time dinner was gonna be.

You finally arrived at your best friend's house and instead of a worried wooyoung, you were met with a furious wooyoung.

"I knew this was a bad idea, your father almost killed me!" He said. You rolled your eyes at the exaggeration.

"Relax wooyoung, nothing happened," you placed your bag onto his bed, taking out the souvenirs you got.

"Did he say anything to you? You are still alive so I'm guessing you haven't met yet?"

"I met him at the gates and he said he was worried." Thinking back to that moment made you shiver, it's like someone replaced your dad with someone completely different.

"Huh, well ok then— Ooh what are these," he was quick to change the topic as his curiosity fills in. Wooyoung takes the bag of candies you brought, ripping it open to take one of the wrappers with the sugary treats inside. You chuckled, watching wooyoung chew on the candy.

He notices your gaze stuck on the floor while you get lost in your own thoughts.

"Hey, did something else happen there?"

You snap back into reality, taking a while to process what wooyoung just said. You shook your head in response.

"Actually, is there a way to stay there without the berries?"

He stares at you for a moment, he honestly thought you were done and you weren't going back there. It's dangerous for you since you are not as strong as your father. Even with something more efficient than a magical fruit, you are bound to get in trouble.

"My mom has a necklace," wooyoung says, he didn't want to say it but he knew how important this is to you. Eventually you'll stop, knowing mortals and gods cannot stay together forever.

"She used to make me wear it when she let me go to the mortal world with her."

"Can I borrow it?"

"Y/n!" Mina ran to you with open arms, "I missed you so much," you giggled at your friend.

"I've only been gone for a week."

"A week too long," she pouted.

She takes your hand in hers, pulling you to whatever direction. You arrived at the airport, making it look like you got here by plane. Passing security check out and exiting the building.

"You still remember mingi right?" She asks.

"Of course, I left for a week, it doesn't mean I forgot anything that's here," she grinned.

"Why, what happened?" You asked, hiding the hint of fear in your voice.

"Oh nothing," she sing-song, trying to stop her lips from smiling too much.

You both stopped at the front of the main entrance, waiting for you-don't-know-who. Until a car stops in front of you. Mingi came to pick you two up, giving you a ride to your apartment.

"So, what's it like in your hometown," she asks, taking a bite of her food.

"Uh, It's….you know —uh…. there's trees and buildings."

Mina nodded slowly as she continued eating her food.

After you two finished eating, Mina left to finish her college work— probably with mingi.

You didn't want to think the worst but considering mina's behavior around mingi, you couldn't stop the thoughts running around your mind.

You gripped the pendant that was tied around your neck. It's pearly white color glowing due to the light reflecting on it. Its sharp edges indicate that it was shattered into parts.

The other half is with mingi.

Atleast, when he was still with you. It symbolizes your promise to always be together and be there for each other.

But fate just wasn't on your side. And it still isn't.

As you walked out of your apartment to get some fresh air, you spotted the two by the parking lot. Their faces are inches away from each other.

You didn't know why but you felt your heart sink. Tears welling in your eyes. You reminded yourself that this mingi isn't the same mingi that promised to be with you. He wasn't the same mingi that helped you run away from home whenever your parents were arguing again.

That gave you a reality check, you can't be with him anymore. You have to let him go.

Your gaze still stuck on the two, not noticing the sudden appearance of another spirit.

This time, it made you feel chills.

"Keeho," you said in a whisper. You didn't bother to look in his direction.

"Oh, I'm glad you recognize me," he said, a mischievous smile growing on his lips.

"Ryujin would have loved to see this, after all, this was her plan." You curled your fist into a ball, tight enough until your nails dug into your skin.

"Why?" You managed to let out. You didn't want this to affect you but it does. After everything you did, it all didn't matter in the end.

"I don't know, ask ryujin. I'm just here to relay a message."

Keeho pushed himself off the wall that he was leaning on and came over to you.

"Don't try to bring back something that was meant to be taken away, it'll come back to bite you in the ass," he whispered against your ear, sending chills down your spine.

Then he left, disappearing into the mist again.

Even though you just came back, you were already itching to leave. Packing your bag and locking the apartment. Giving the keys to the landlord.

Mina notices you in a hurry to leave, running after you to catch you.

"Y/n! Where are you going?" She grabs your wrist making you stop. You didn't turn around, you stayed rooted to the ground. Swallowing the thick lump in your throat before speaking.

"I'm sorry Mina," you pulled your wrist away from her and left. You felt guilty, she was your only friend and she felt betrayed. You left without an explanation.

"Y/n? You're here, did something happen?" Wooyoung read your expression.

You shook your head, clearing your thoughts as you replaced the sad look with a small smile.

"I'm great, I just didn't like the whole vibe there," you lied.

You removed the ruby crystal around your neck giving it to wooyoung, muttering a thanks. Alongside you removed the pendant that was tucked under your shirt. Wooyoung was shocked as you never took it off and you swore you never would.

You tucked the necklace into your pocket, taking a mental note to put it away when you get home.

Although you didn't accomplish your original mission, you did realize that it's always good to let go of something. Never let anything or anyone tie you down. You are still heartbroken, but you are sure you could get over it soon.

Of course, the siblings that stared at you through the window, mischievous smiles on their faces, will not let you live just yet.

#8makes1teamnet #ficscafe #destinyversenet #fkp-net #knet-bakery #: ̗̀🌺; collab fic entry #❪ 🐿️ ❫ ─ oneshots #ateez #ateez mingi #song mingi #ateez angst #ateez scenarios #ateez imagines #mingi scenarios #mingi imagines

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kingofthehilltoday · 4 years ago

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King of the hill review s1e1 "Pilot"

(I'm gonna start watching koth and typing these out season by season, depending on my work schedule/metnal healt will depend on how often I put them out, with the occasional single episode ones like this one which I've already typed up so much for. A lot of people seemed to like just the Meer idea of this so im gonna finish this one and post it)

We're introduced to the main characters surrounding a truck with the hood up. The first lines of dialogue they have in the series is their iconique "yep" "yep" "yep" "mhm" followed by a short silence (aside from the alcohol consumption).

Bill is the one to break the silence and demonstrates his understanding of automobile engines.

He is followed by Dale who demonstrates himself as an idiot. "Ford stands for: Fix It Again Tony."

Boomhauer, who without subtitles i wouldn't have been able to understand, also demonstrates he understands automobiles.

Hank who does not have the courtesy of subtitles does not understand what Boomhauer says and brushes him off and instead dribbles on about George Bush in Japan? This establishes his conservativeness/dumbness (if there's that much of a difference between the two.)

Hank grabs more beer and Dale breaks off into asking about a new episode of Seinfeld dating the beginning of the show.

Boomhauer immediately starts squaking about it.

This episode of Koth aired January 12 1997, although it doesn't seem to take place in a winter month. Most likely a spring one. I want to say the episode that Boomhauer is talking about is The Wig Master (April 4, 1996) as it is an episode that features Kramer and Kramer is the subject of Boomhauers tangent.

Boomhauer ends his giggling with "Just a show about nothin." And the theme song begins to play. A good introduction into what King of the Hill is about, and so far a great way to start the show off.

Theme song ends and Hank enters Bobby's room, despite Bobby telling him he wouldn't like it Hank decides to listen to Bobby's music to find: he doesn't like it. Admittedly because it isn't music (which Hank claims to like new generation music) but because instead it's just a fart? Bobby for some reason just listens to farts.... I guess this does establish that the boy ain't right....

Hank leaves Bobby's room telling him to get ready for the game, which Bobby is clearly already dressed for?

Luanne shows she hasn't learned how to lock the bathroom door when Hank busts in to a fully toweled Luanne. He still avoids looking at her the entire time after the initial door opening. Luanne gives slight exposition by explaining her parents are currently fighting, giving her a reason to be in the Hill House.

Hank, Bobby, and Peggy pile into a car and head to the game. Peggy tells Bobby to do his best and Hank insists he should give it 110% instead of 100%. They then keep suggest 1% higher until Peggy says 13 is an unlucky number. The driving scene ends with Hank miffed saying "just give it 112%."

At the game Bobby shows his inability to play baseball and Hank shows how overzealous he is about getting Bobby to play. Bobby gets hit with a ball when he's not paying attention giving set up for future events within the episode.

Hank Hill stops at the Mega Lo Mart for WD-40. Its not that important that I mention the WD-40. I just like the way he says Dubya Dee Fordy.

Two gossips see Hank interact with Buckley (who doesn't seem to recognize Hank, let alone where he even is in the store) along with Bobby who has a black eye following close behind him.

As Hank gets more and more frustrated with Buckley, Bobby begins swinging a cardboard tube around like a baseball bat. The gossips see Hank with his temper and wonder if he gave Bobby the black eye (theyre voiced by Nancy and Peggy without changing the voices even a little bit). Bobby swings the bat a little too close to some cans and knocks them over prompting Hank to scream YOU'RE FIRED (???? who gave Hank the authority???) at Buckley when he tells Hank that he'll have to pay for the damages.

The two gossips' words spread around and eventually get to the erroneously named Arlen County Child Protective Services (I suppose Heimlich County hasn't been established yet). And we're introduced to Anthony Page whos proportions make him look like he's in the wrong cartoon.

We cut back to hank and friends and Dale goes on his rant about Glo-Bal warming. He says we'll grow oranges in Alaska. Hank calls him a giblet head and tells Dale he'll hold him personally responsible if Texas gets any hotter in the summer. His anger is further pushed by a thumping noise.

Which we see is Bobby playing ball in the house while watching TV. He accidentally smacks his mother in the face with it when she pauses to lament about a man on TV who had botched surgery.

Bobby is once again throwing the ball in the house, enter the social worker, and Hank fixing his truck. The sound distracts Dale from pointing the flashlight correctly which then causes Hank to screw up and the hood of his car to fall on him and Dale runs off instead.

"Hank is as gentle as a lamb," says Peggy followed by Hank barging in, grabbing the baseball and throwing it screaming, "STOP BOUNCING THAT BALL!" Note: the ball zoomed past Mr. Page and into the street making a glass shattering noise. What glass he could have shattered at that angle I'm not quite sure of.

After Tony insinuates the bruise on Peggy's head was caused by the same ball they told him hit Bobby in the eye, he asks if Bobby is their only child. Peggy manages to tell this random dude about Hank's narrow urethra and Hank gets loud.

Our Italian alien looking friend tells Hank "Loud is not Allowed." This sets Hank off on a rant about how he works for a living as opposed to writing down nonsense. This is the first mention of Hank's job selling Propane and Propane Accessories.

Hank's face turns visibly red as talks about his tax dollars going to fund... CPS? I understand that twig boy is very much not doing any actual investigation and is completely biased but... come on now Hank? Chuld protective services?? Anyways Hank asks for some B.C. Headache Powder and a glass of water. He then proceeds to yell at Anthony again and threatens him to get out before he gives HIM a black eye. Not the best choice of words there Hank. Also both of these rants are set to the National Anthem for some reason.

Our self proclaimed hero of this story then goes on to interview neighbors about Hank. Starting with Dale who is interrupted by Nancy leaving to get a headache treatment from John Redcorn. "You've been going to that healer for 12 years and you still get headaches every night." Imagine getting dicked down roughly 4380 days in a row.

After Nancy leaves it goes back to our city slicker asking if Hank has ever hit his child which Dale explains that Bobby is his pride and joy because of his Narrow Urethra. Very interesting world where Dale knows Hank has a narrow urethra but not that his own wife is cheating on him. Joseph is introduced and the paper white boy does a double take as he's the spitting image of John Redcorn.

Boomhauer has mistaken the defunct social worker as??? Someone whos there to do something about a barking dog? Once again if not for the subtitles I'd be lost on what he's saying but what the hell is he talking about. Our pencil pusher backs away slowly.

Bobby and Joseph are trying to get pebbles into the exhaust of the truck in the next scene, impressively they make a few shots. Joseph asks to reassure that Hank does not in fact hit him and Bobby confirms that Hank is all Bark and proceeds to mock the propane salesman. Joseph proceeds to try and while he's making fake threats in Hank's voice our Valiant Savior overhears and somehow mistakes his voice to actually be Hank's....

Cut to the actual Hank and he's found Luanne's panties. They're very cute pink ones. Peggy calls Luanne in to Hank's protests and she comes in crying and expositions about her mother attempting to stab her father with a fork then being sent to jail. She says her trailer was tipped over but does not elaborate as to how. Although she does say it will be on a TV show! Kind of wish theyd make an episode out of that alone.

Hank assures Luanne as best he can and lets her know she can stay with them until her mom comes home. Hank offers to let her use power tools to style a wig that was also damaged in the process of the trailer being flipped over. This immediately calms Ms. Platter.

A doorbell is heard and the Hills (minus Luanne) answer the door to find Our Holy King making his return to try to get our Poor Abused Child to come outside and go live with a family in North Arlen (not even gonna try to find somewhere in a different town??) Hank tries to offer him Luanne instead. The social worker makes an effort to try to get Bobby to come with him but Bobby clearly doesn't care or want to go. Hank chases him away and even hits his car, Ladybird making her first appearance running with him and barking at Anthony.

Mr. Page is confronted by his boss about not having found any actual abuse but recommending state custody. He called the entire neighborhood redneck city to a man with a strong country accent, bruh. The boss asks him if he talked to the little league coach, WHICH THE BOSS KNOWS BY NAME (Harvey) and our Los Angeles boy is sweatin fierce.

Cut back to Hank and Peggy with their ears covered they come outside to BOBBY WITH A STOP SIGN HE CUT DOWN USING A DRILL THAT HE'S HITTING WITH A HAMMER??? How did he get a Fucking Stop Sign??? Hank immediately yells at Bobby about this and Bobby calmly states back that Hank can't yell at him or the state will take him away. This frustrates Hank but he does his best not to outburst again after Bobby picks up the stop sign and runs away dragging it behind him.

Once inside the house Bobby answers a call from CPS, they inform him the case has been dropped and our boy from L.A. will be heading back home. He chooses not to tell his parents instead opting to tell them it was a wrong number. After this scene the stop sign is never seen again 😔.

Hank apparently makes bacon and mayo sandwiches. Hold the bacon grease. No wait he adds the bacon grease back. Luanne comes into the kitchen and demonstrates that she knows more about cars than any of the guys as she has fixed his truck's problem: a clogged fuel line.

We cut to Hank outside the garage asking Bobby to plug in a power tool in the garage, Robert (with Joseph in tow) agrees and does so but also grabs the opener and starts opening and closing the door on his father. Hank begins to yell again and Bobby reminds him that it isn't proper adult-child conversation. Hank settles down a bit and through gritted teeth asks Bobby to return it to factory setting of down and walks away. Joseph is very pleased by this.

We then see a montage of similar things happening in succession. Bobby knocking a fence down with a bat, dressing ladybird up and taking pics of her on his mower, and finally spraying Hank with a hose. As he does this the Anthony's ex boss comes over and knocks on the door.

We cut over to Bobby in his bed making sound effects. He is informed by Peggy that the man came over and told them the investigation was off. Bobby says he likes his father better this way he can "make him love me even when I screw up" and Peggy asks if he really thinks that.

Peggy is shown going into the bedroom (not really sure if this is their bedroom... there is a picture of cotton on the wall [pre shin loss] and it doesn't look like their bedroom in future episodes) and she insists Hank vocally tell Bobby that he loves him. Hank explains that he can't do that "you know how I was raised" followed by a flashback of a young Hank and a shinless Cotton telling Hank not to cry about his knee scrape.

Hank heads out to the porch to talk to Bobby who is sitting on lawn furniture. And Hank stumbles over words trying to explain to Bobby that he cares for him. Bobby doesn't understand and Hank makes some weird voice cracking sound. "You.... family." Hank then, after little bit more stumbling, manages to blurt out "ILoveYouNoMatterWhatYouDo." And then offers food.

Bobby asks if he's not a disappointment and Hank assures him that he's proud of him and cares for him. He then play fights with Bobby and the city boy sees it and proclaims he was right but is cut off by another passenger and says "never mind." And the episode fades to black. Cue theme song.

The quoted line at the end of the episode is blank. This episode predates that tradition apparently.

Okay so now for some more of my own thoughts

I joked around a lot but I do see where the social worker is coming from on some level. He believed he was investigating a case of abuse. He just wasn't very smart about it. He really should have talked to the coach immediately after hearing about the baseball incident. Or literally anyone that could have been at the game that day. That's all it would have taken and he would have still have had a job. But it's a good thing he doesn't anymore because his own negligence could have separated a family.

I won't claim they're the most functional family. But if the most Hank does (up until this point, not gonna count that awful smoking ep just yet) is simply yell at Bobby then they're a much better family than I had growing up. Does Hank need to work on his anger issues? From this episode alone I'd say a solid Yes. He was a dick to a store employee which is very much not a cool thing to do. There was some justification in being angry at Bobby, I mean the kid tortured him at the end there, but he should have sought a better release than the one he had.

Overall I'd say this is a really good episode to start the series on, it's entertaining and funny and properly builds up the world.

#king of the hill #koth #hank hill #dale gribble #bill dauterive #luanne platter #peggy hill #bobby hill #long post

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shotokimchi · 5 years ago

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What If?

Summary: Everyone can fall in love, falling for Bakugo gave you a hard time but when you learned that he felt the same, it was too late. Because you were already married.

WARNINGS: +18 SMUT SMUT SMUTTTT! and a lot of Angst.

Note: Kiri called you pebble, did ya’ll see what i did there, nah? ok... (Yagami Yato stans where u at *cough cough*)

“Y/n L/n, will you marry me?” Tears started to well up in your eyes the love of your life, Eijiro Kirishima was on his right knee with a black box in his hand, asking you to be his partner for the rest of his life. Eijiro was the kind of man that every woman would want in her life and you felt so lucky for that. It was your birthday, so Eijiro promised to take you out to dinner and when you got to the restaurant you noticed that bakusquad was there too, waiting for the both of you. After having dinner with your friends and your boyfriend, everyone gave you their presents and Eijiro suddenly stood up and read you his speech it was sweet but he started to get sentimental and it made you emotional as well. He held you by the hand and started to tell how he was so in love with you then in an instant he was on his right knee... “Y-y/n?...” Eijiro's voice woke you up from your thoughts, and you realized you still haven't given him a straight answer. He was starting to panic and you quickly smiled. “S-sorry, i...i’m just so happy Eiji.” he gave a sigh of relief and looked at you with those beautiful ruby eyes. “Yes, a million times yes...” Eijiro jumped to his feet and hugged you with his strong arms “Wohoo!” Mina popped a bottle of champagne. Sero and Kaminari screamed with joy, but there was someone who kept quiet all night and his name was Katsuki Bakugou. When it came to Katsuki, you'd rather shut up. He was the kid you liked in high school. Even after you finished high school, you continued to love him, and your whole college life was about trying to forget about him.

You were sure Katsuki didn't have anything to do with you, he was very strong and had goals, love wasn't his area of interest so you gave up on your one-sided love and decided to see Katsuki as a friend. After Katsuki, things were getting better. You realized how thoughtful and wonderful Eijiro was, and after a long time, you started believing in love again.

*Flashback*

“Come on Y/n! This is gonna be our first time attending to a college party!” Mina was trying to persuade you to go to a party hosted by an upperclassmen and after 20 minutes of trying, she was successful. Jirou had bought you a sexy dress and Mina was ready to do your hair. You were so lucky to have Mina and Jiro. They were the only ones who knew about your feelings towards Katsuki and they always supported you. They also knew about your new feelings towards Eijiro and they were giving their all to help. You weren’t in love with Eijiro, at least not yet. Everything was happening so fast, after finishing high school and trying to forget everything about Katsuki you were only focusing on your training and your grades. Your new blossoming relationship with Eijiro was exciting, it was just a little crush nothing big.

“This place is on fire, lets dance!” Mina started swaying her hips and Jiro joined her on the dance floor, after complaining for fifteen minutes, you started dancing with your friends and for a short while you forgot everything that bothered you. Mina found you a cup of beer and the three of you started drinking. “I think i saw Kaminari and Sero!” Jirou shouted bc of the loud music and Mina wiggled her eyebrows “That means Kirishima is here too! Lets go show him your dress Y/n, you look sexy and im sure he is gonna fall for you!” You covered your face with your hands and Mina laughed then you started to feel dizzy, you werent a heavy drinker after all but the feeling of the beat and the alcohol in your veins was urging you to dance some more, then your back collided with a toned one and the smell of caramel flooded your senses, your heartbeat quickened. You knew that smell very well but you didnt wanted to turn around and confirm it. Then you felt his hands on your hips “Katsuki...?” He rested his chin on your shoulder and the both of you started to move with a slow pace. “...Short dress.” It was obvious, he was drunk. But it wasnt impossible to form a conversation so you asked “My dress?” He nodded. “Why are you here Katsuki? I didnt knew that you were a party person.” He scoffed “Dunce face forced me to come here.” You smiled at the nickname that he used for Kaminari, he was the same Katsuki, it didnt matter if he was in high school or college. He was the same... So forgetting your feelings for him was the best desicion you have ever made. “Where is Kirishima?” He raised his head and you turned to meet his eyes but your nose touched his and a slight tinge of pink dusted your cheeks, you didnt knew if it was bc of the alcohol or not “He’s not here.” He answered but started to lean closer and closer... Then his lips were on yours, it was slow but hot then his tounge licked your bottom lip and your mouth opened, welcoming his tounge. “Lets get out of here...” He sighed into your mouth and you nodded. You didnt care about anything else, everything around you was about Bakugou. The smell of caramel, the warmth of his hands, you always wanted to feel him, always wanted to touch him. The house was big so Bakugou dragged you towards the stairs and both of you clumsily reached the 2nd floor, he opened one of the doors and when the both of you got in, he immediately locked it. There was a clean bed, it was untouched. He yanked off his black dress shirt and pushed you onto the bed, his lips crashed with yours and he earned a moan from you, that excited him even more, his hands found the hem of your dress and rough scarred hands slowly made their way towards your thighs. “Do you want this?” His crimson eyes took your breath away, his gaze was so intense and you only managed to nod. You wrapped your arms around his neck and inhaled his scent “I wanted you for so long...” That took him by surprise but he didnt took it seriously bc you were drunk. He really wanted to believe your words, he liked you for so long but didnt said anything bc of his goals and all he just didnt wanted to got distracted. On top of that, he was terrible when it came to expressing his feelings to someone else, especially to you since he was crazy about you but everything was going to be okay bc he was going to confess to you tonight. “Same here.” Your breath hitched in your throat, he wanted you too? No, this couldnt be true, he was saying this stuff bc he was drunk, just like you. “Katsu... come on.” The nickname made his heart pound, he started to leave open mouthed kisses on your jawline and he nipped at your neck, when you mewled into his ear he bit down, hard. “A-ah, Katsu...” Then he licked the abused spot and found the zipper on your back, when his eyes met with your matched lingerie set, he smirked “Naughty girl~” Licking your collarbone, he threw the dress onto the floor and unbuckled his belt. His grey boxer felt tight around his crotch, his long fingers found the wet spot that formed on your panties “Someone’s getting excited~” You averted your gaze and he grabbed your chin “Keep your eyes on me Y/n.” He slowly took of your panties and slid his index finger into your core, you gave a pleasant sigh and started to buck your hips he was relieved, even though he looked confident the last thing he wanted you to feel was pain, his thumb found your clit and you cried out. “F-faster, Katsuki!” His smirk widened and he added his middle finger and quickened the pace. “You are holding onto my fingers for dear life, sexy~” Your thighs started to shake then it came crashing down on you, with a loud moan you came around his fingers. You were panting and trying to get yourself together then you saw his fingers, he was playing with your juices “See this Y/n?” He shoved them into his mouth and sucked them clean, your body was on fire. “Get on all fours baby.” He ordered and you placed yourself on your elbows and knees, he pushed your waist onto the mattress. For a moment there was silence so you opened your mouth wanting more from him but a harsh smack landed on your ass. “Ah!” You shouted and buried your face into the pillow “Thats it baby, let me hear you!” Then he activated his quirk and landed a smack onto the other one. “K-katsuki!” Then he checked the drawers of the nightstand and luckily managed to find a condom package. Then you felt it, his tip was pressing into your entrance “Y/n, are you ready?” His breath was erratic and the both of you were so excited “Yeesh~” You moaned out and he chuckled, then with a swift move, he pushed every inch of him into your tight cunt. You screamed and he started to thrust with a stable pace “Feels good...” He managed to breath out and started to quicken his pace. The both of you were moaning like horny animals and the sound of slapping skin was filling the room “K-katsu please, faster!” Your moans and pleas only boosted his ego and he let out a pleased growl “Scream for me!” Then he thrusted into you with full force and it made you shove your face into the pillow, your moans got louder and louder, then your fingers found your clit and drew messy circles. Then he yanked you towards him and pressed your back to his chest, he squeezed your mounds and nipped at your neck “Katsuki, oh god!” Then you came around him and his thrusts turned messy “Fuck Y/n, fuck fuck FUCK-” with the last thrust, he came and both of you panted. He layed onto his back and pulled you to his chest, after gaining his composure he started to talk “Y/n i- damn it, i like you for years now and fuck- even if you tell me to fuck off i just wanted you to know.” He closed his eyes and prepared hisself for rejection but the only thing he heard was your light snoring so he sighed with dissapointment. “When the morning comes, i’ll tell you.”

But he couldnt, bc when he woke up, you were gone. After that night, the energy between you and Katsuki was very strange, you were always avoiding him, and Katsuki chose to leave you alone. After two weeks of avoiding Katsuki and getting advice from Jirou and Mina, you decided to give him a call and talk things out. You felt disgusting, leaving and avoiding him, doing things like this while starting to feel some things for Eijiro... But you and Eiji weren’t a thing so it was not a crime is it? Yes, it was a crime but for you. Loyalty was so important to you and here you were, gettin drunk and having sex with your old crush.

Katsuki was in the living room while Kirishima was making some protein shake, Kaminari and Sero were out meeting with some of their old friends. Kirishima noticed the weird atmosphere between you and Katsuki but didnt wanted to talk about it since you avoided the topic several times and Katsuki just told him to ‘fuck off’ he wasn’t offended, this was Katsuki’s way of expressing his emotions and they were best friends, so Kirishima decided to give him some space. When he finished preparing his protein shake aka ‘KIRISHAKE’ he walked towards the living room and saw Katsuki, looking out of the window with a thoughtful look on his face. “Whats up bro?” Katsuki turned and looked at his best friend and immediately felt bad, he was still smiling and doing everything he could to make Katsuki feel better even if he was acting like a jerk for two weeks. “Tch, you blind? Im sitting.” Kirishima laughed and a soft smile appeared on Katsuki’s face, he was so lucky to have Kirishima by his side, he hated himself for laying with the crush of his best buddy but he couldnt help it, he loved you too, no matter how many times he told himself to forget about you, it wasnt working. The guilt felt heavy on his shoulders bc today, Eijiro was supposed to took you on a date but you called him and postponed it and told him that you were supposed to see your relatives. “So Bakubro, lets play Mortal Combat!” Kiri’s voice woke him up from his thoughts and he nodded, but just when he was about to grab the console, his phone buzzed in his pocket. There was a message, from you. His eyes popped out of their sockets and he got up from his seat. “Bro?” Kirishima was looking at him with a confused expression “Wait here.” Katsuki dashed towards his shared room with Kirishima and slammed the door shut, he immediately unlocked his phone and read your message.

Y/n: Katsuki, can we talk? Im gonna send you a location of where i am, please come.

After wearing his grey sweatpants, he checked his appereance and immediately grabbed the keys of his car, just when he was about to open the door of the shared apartment Eijirou’s voice stopped him in his tracks “Bakugou, where are you going?” Kiri had a worried expression on his face and Bakugou’s stomach twisted with anxiety. “The old hag just messaged me, uh... I should leave.” Kiri grabbed his arm and Katsuki tensed “Bro, if something is wrong let me help.” At this point, Katsuki wanted to punch himself in the face, instead of gettin suspicious, Kirishima was still concerned about his wellbeing. Katsuki sighed and shook his head “I’ll tell you later, Kirishima.” Then he left.

You were sitting on a bench, playing with your fingers, waiting for Katsuki to come. For these two weeks you couldn't look Kirishima in the eye, you were disgusted with yourself, and you hated yourself for ignoring Katsuki. You’ve had enough so figuring things out with Katsuki was going to be your first attempt to fix things. Then you spotted a black car and immediately recognized it, it belonged to Katsuki. Then the front door of the car opened and you eyed his muscular figure, he was flawless. He spotted you and hesitated, then you gave a small smile, he relaxed and slowly approached you. “Hey.” you breathed out and he sat at the opposite side of the bench, then he gave a small nod. After some minutes of silence, he decided to break it “You said you wanted to talk?” You slightly jumped and turned towards him, he was already looking towards your direction so your e/c eyes met with his crimson ones. “Katsuki, i....i’m sorry.” When he didnt give a response, you took that as a sign to continue “I didnt wanted to ignore you but... i felt disgusting.” Then you saw something flash in his eyes, was that hurt? “D-dont get me wrong! I was disgusted with myself, it doesnt have anything to do with you...” His eyes softened and eyed your tired form, all he wanted to do was confess his feelings but just when he was about to open his mouth, your voice started to shake “You know that Eijirou and i are growing closer and... I felt disgusting because, i-i love him.” His heart stopped beating and after all these years, Katsuki Bakugou felt like crying. “You love him?” He asked and you hesitated, you were feeling some things towards Eijiro but... Was it love? It should be, right? “Y-yeah.” Then he remembered the thing you said at the party, when you were alone in one of the rooms. *I wanted you for so long...* So you told him that just bc you were drunk... “I see.” His voice cracked and he quickly stood up. “Lets forget about it.” Your eyes started to fill with tears and you only managed to nod. Your heart felt heavy and you felt like the same Y/n in high school, the one who was in love with Katsuki Bakugou. You forced a fake smile and nodded “Yeah, lets forget about it.”

After your conversation with Bakugou, he distanced himself. You wanted to talk with him, you wanted to be friends but you didnt wanted to force him. On the other hand, Eijiro took you out on several dates and you were falling in love with him but this time, it was real. Shortly after, Eijiro asked you to be his girlfriend and you happily agreed. You and Eijiro were so happy and everything seemed fine, but your best friend Mina was trying to make sense of Bakugo's strange attitude. As much as you didn't wanted to believe it, she claimed several times that Bakugou could have a crush on you. Mina wasnt satisfied so she decided to talk with Bakugo, she talked with Jirou and after getting her support, she dialed Katsuki’s number. Luckily, he answered.

Katsuki: “What do you want, Pinky?”

Mina: “Hey Bakugou! Its nice to hear your voice. Can we talk?”

Katsuki: “Hurry up Pinky, i need to go for a run.”

Mina: “No i mean, face to face.”

Bakugou sighed, he was running out of patience but judging from Mina’s serious tone, he knew it was important.

Katsuki: “Whatever.”

Mina: “Great! Let’s meet at the cafe that we used to go when we were in high school. I’m already on my way, see ya.”

“Bakugou, right here!” Mina waved, she was sitting at the corner with a cup of coffe in her hands. Bakugou scoffed but walked towards her and sat down. He was fiddling with the hem of his shirt, he was nervous. Mina immediately sensed his anxiety “Dont be nervous Bakugo, im your friend.” Bakugou’s eyes slightly widened but he quickly recovered. “What do you want Pinky?” Mina sighed and nodded “Listen, you are acting strange Bakugou whenever we are hanging out, you’re less talktive end energetic than usual.” Bakugou tched “You are making zero sense.” Mina raised a brow and smirked “You are my friend, i know you well enough. Everyone noticed the changes in your behaviour, Kaminari and Sero are worried especially Eijiro.” Bakugou kept silent and Mina decided to ask the main question “Bakugou, whenever you saw Y/n you always make an excuse to leave or keep quiet. Did you guys had a fight?” Bakugou panicked and his eyes met Mina’s worried ones. He shook his head “Nothing happened, idiot.” Mina’s suspicion was growing “Bakugou do you have a... um, i dont know how to say this. Do you have feelings for Y/n?” Bakugou jumped in his seat and knocked the coffe cup that was sitting on the table. “What the hell Racoon Eyes?!” His heart was pounding like crazy, was it too obvious? Mina’s eyes softened, he was in love. “Bakugou, its ok. Everyone can fall in love, even you.” Bakugou growled “What’s that supposed to mean?!” Mina giggled and her expression turned serious “Bakugou, Eijiro is my friend but you are too. But... to be honest, im so mad at you, arent you supposed to be an observer?” Bakugou was confused, so he continued to listen “Y/n... She was in love with you for 4 years.” Bakugou’s breath hitched in his throat, every bone in his body were shaking. You were feeling the same? No. It was in the past... But was there hope? Mina’s expression changed to a pained one, she was readin him like an open book “Bakugou no, you are too late. She is already in love with Eijiro, so dont ruin their relationship, Eijiro loves her.” And with that, she stood up and gave him a small smile, Katsuki’s mind was racing, he didnt wanted to believe the fact that you were over him. He immediately stood up, get into his car and started to drive towards the agency you were working at. When he arrived, he confessed everything to you and made things worse, your heart was screaming for Eiji but it was aching, what if you confessed at high school? Would things be the same? You cried and before you knew it, his arms were around you. Silent tears fell from his eyes, everything came crashing down on him. Pain, guilt, longing... “Katsuki, we’re too late...” It was like a whisper but he managed to hear it and his arms tightened their hold around you “Y/n...”

*End of flashback*

Eijiro was driving the car while singing happily to one of his favourite songs, his one hand was on the steering wheel while the other one was resting on your thigh. “Thanks for tonight, baby.” You leaned and planted a kiss on his cheek, he laughed “You missed my lips babe!” You started to laugh and grabbed his hand. “I’m so lucky to have you, Eiji.”

“Eiji, i cant find the keys.” You were looking for the keys of your shared apartment then Eiji chuckled and you turned to look at him. “Are you looking for these?~” You pouted and tried to reach for the keys “Thats sneaky!” He laughed and his other hand grabbed you by the waist, your chest collided with his and a lustful look clouded his face. Your breathing was starting to get heavier, he leaned towards you and closed the distance, the kiss was sweet at first but it turned to something steamy and rough. “Ei~” You moaned into his mouth and he opened the door “Jump, pebble~” you hopped and wrapped your legs around his waist. He was nipping at you earlobe while walking towards the bedroom. He gently placed you onto the bed and just when he was about to take of his black dress shirt, you stopped him. “Take a seat, Red Riot. Let me take care of you~” He sat onto the bed and separated his legs. You massaged his thighs and started to unbuckle his belt, when your hand brushed against his crotch, he hissed and it made you smirk. When you got rid off his pants, his erection was poking through his underwear. “Dont tease me pebble come on~” He moaned out and you started to stroke him with a slow pace, just when he was about to tell you to go faster, you took him into your mouth. His precum left a salty taste in your mouth, after circling the tip with your tounge, you started to bob your head with a steady pace. “Oh, Y/n...” He gave a pleased sigh then started to move his hips. His right hand started to massage your scalp and slowly gripped your h/c locks. “You are amazing, pebble~” Then his hips started to move faster and it made you gag around him. “Just like that, oh- Y/n, look at me.” Your teary eyes met his lustful ones and he growled “Beautiful, so beautiful...” It only got rougher, he was fucking your face in a merciless way. “I’m c-coming Y/n!” Your moans vibrated around his cock and with a powerful thrust he spilled everything in your mouth. You swallowed and opened your mouth to show him what you did, waiting for his praise. He chuckled, his thumb started to stroke your puffy lips. “You did such a great job, baby girl~” Then he layed onto his back and you crawled towards him, You sat onto his semi-hard member and started to grind your hips. Your panties were soaked, after throwing your dress onto the floor you unhooked your bra and Eiji’s hands immediately found their way to your breasts. “You are so wet, pebble~” Your load moans were like music to his ears. “Ei~ please...” He pushed your panties to the side and started to draw some firm circles around your clit. “Ei, i want you...” He smirked and the tip of his member started to push into you “Ride me, baby girl.” You sinked down onto his member and his hips started to buck. You placed your hands onto his firm chest and started to bounce with a fast pace. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck-” Your eyes were closed shut, the only words that leaving your mouth were some curses. “You’re clenching down on me Y/n, fuck-” Eijiro started to thrust from below and your movements got faster and faster, it was unbearable you wanted to cum so bad. Eijiro’s fingers were drawing messy circles around your swollen bud. A weird feeling enveloped you but you paid no mind and continued to bounce on your lover. “S-something’s coming, Ei!” Eiji interwined his fingers with yours and moaned encouragin words “Its okay baby, c-come on~” Then everything turned white and you screamed “E-eijiro!”, your juices coated his member “H-holy fuck, you just squirted! So sexy~” Then he gave some sloppy thrusts and came inside of you, painting your walls with white strings of cum. Both of you panted and you collapsed on top of him, his arms wrapped around you and Eijiro kissed your temple. “I love you, pebble.” A soft smile crept its way onto your face and you replied “I love you too.”

“I dont wanna do it, im so scared!” You werent feeling so well and decided to call your friends, Mina and Jirou. You were having terrible stomach aches and you were always getting dizzy, you just thought that it wasnt important but Mina and Jirou said something that made your heart stop. “No, what is you’re pregnant?!” Mina replied. Even though you said you didn't need to take the pregnancy test, they were not convinced. “Y/n, we are concerned about your well being” Jirou took your hands in hers and gave you a soft smile, sighing you grabbed the test and walked towards the bathroom. Your hands were shaking, what if you were really pregnant? Well, you always wanted to build a family with Eijiro but you guys werent even married, he was already busy with hero work and working on wedding preparations only made things harder for him. You didnt wanted to him to get stressed over the baby, what if he didnt wanted to have kids? What if he leaves you? Tears started to well up in your eyes and you took a look at the pregnancy test and when you did, your heart stoppped beating. There were two pink lines, it was positive. Your legs gave up on you and loud sobs were bouncing on the walls, your friends heard you and rushed in. “Y/n are you okay?!” Mina shouted and they saw your shaking form. Jirou quickly embraced you and tried to whisper calming things “It’s okay Y/n, everything is gonna be okay...” Your nails started to dig into her shirt and tears soaked her shoulder. Mina crouched down and started to draw calming circles on your back, “It’s okay just cry and try to relax.” Your paranoia scared you even more, you didnt wanted Eiji to leave you, he was the love of your life, your tears continued to fall like little raindrops. “Wh-what if he leaves me, i love him s-so much...” Both of the girls stopped their movements and shared a sad look, Eijiro was a good guy, he would never leave someone behind, especially the love of his life... Jirou took a deep breath and patted your had “No, im sure he’s gonna get surprised but Eijiro is not a cruel guy, its the exact opposite.” Mina nodded and tried to cheer you up “Yeah! He loves you as much as you love him, dont stress yourself with these kind of thoughts, its not healthy for the baby!” Your sobs turned into quiet whimpers and sniffles. “Lets choose a movie and have some ice cream!” Mina suggested and Jirou nodded, a small smile appeared on your face and the girls sighed with relief “Y-yeah, lets do that.”

When the night came, the anxiety made its way to your stomach. Eijiro was still working and you were trying to think about a way tell him that you got pregnant. Then you heard the front door and started to take deep breaths. “Baby, im home!” Eijiro’s tired but happy voice broke your heart, he was working too hard. Then you felt muscular arms around your waist and a muscular chest pressed itself to your back. “I got a call from your agency, why didnt you go to work?” When you kept silent, Eijiro started to get worried and tightened his hold on you “Y/n?” Your body started to shake, you couldnt wait any longer, it was eating you up inside. “Ei-eijiro” He started to pepper your neck with kisses “Tell me what happened baby, you can tell me anything.” You took a shaky breath and managed to croak out a “I’m pregnant.” When he didnt give you an answer, panic started to well up inside of you and you squeezed your eyes shut, preparing yourself for the worst. “W-what, are you serious?” You nodded and waited, it was over. But instead, his arms squeezed you tighter and he buried his face into the crook of your neck. “I... love you so much Eijiro. If you want to leave, then-” He cut you off “No! We did this together and im staying with you until the end, i know that its too early for a kid, we are about to get married but that doesnt mean that im gonna give up on our child!” His words squeezed your heart and you hated yourself for questioning his love and loyalty. You turned around and faced him, when he eyed your shaking form his eyes softened and he pulled you in a sweet meaningful kiss. “I love you Y/n and only you.” Your arms wrapped around his neck and you took a whiff of his scent “Thank you for always being with me, Eijiro.” This was your fiancé, Kirishima Eijiro. The sweetest man on earth.

When the weekend came, Eijiro left the house to meet with the boys of the ‘bakusquad’. He was going to share with his friends that Y/n was pregnant, he was very excited but nervous at the same time. He knew that his friends would never judge him but this was something different, he was going to be a father. When he got to the bar, he saw his friends sitting at the usual table, drinking and chatting. “Hey guys, having fun without me?” Denki and Sero welcomed him with a wide grin while Bakugou acknowledged his best friend with a nod. Kirishima sat down and after having a glass of beer, he decided to bring the ‘important topic’ to the table. “So, uh... You guys know that Y/n and i are getting married soon.” Denki dramatically sighed “Man, dont rub it on our face like that, we know that we are lonely as hell~” Sero laughed and Bakugou rolled his eyes. Kirishima chuckled and started to scratch his neck “The thing is, uh...” Bakugou raised a brow and started to observe his best friend, why was he nervous? “Just spit it out, shitty hair.” Sero raised a brow and eyed his redheaded friend “You okay man? You guys didnt get in a fight, right?” Kirishima shook his head and sighed “No, its just... Y/n uh she-” With the mention of your name, Bakugou gave all of his attention to Kirishima. “Y/n is pregnant.” Kaminari choked on his drink and Sero’s brain was having a hard time with processing his friends words. Bakugou’s heart shattered to pieces, he knew that he had lost you completely when you said yes to Kirishima but hearing the fact that you were pregnant was wrecking him. Before he could even think, his mouth opened by itself and let out a “What the fuck?” Kirishima looked hurt and Kaminari interfered “Wow wow okay, we know that you are surprised bro we all are but that was kinda rude.” Sero patted Kirishima on the shoulder and gave him a sympathetic look “How are you guys handling the situation?” Kirishima licked his lips and sighed “Well we didnt expect something like this to happen but im gonna be there for her.” There was gentleness in his words and Sero smiled “She is lucky to have you, Kirishima.” Bakugou clenched his teeth, Sero was right. Kirishima had something that he didnt, gentleness. Denki smirked and tried to lighten up the mood “You guys are pretty active huh~?” With that, Kirishima’s face turned red just like his hair “K-kaminari!” Bakugou didnt wanted to think the things that you and Kiri were doing, he didnt wanted to imagine you laying in Eijiro’s arms. “A-aren’t you gonna say something, Bakubro?” Kirishima’s question caught him off guard and he saw the pleading look in Kiri’s eyes. He wanted to hear his opinion, Kiri always came to Bakugou for advice and this time it wasnt any different. “Didnt mean to sound rude. Congrats, weird hair.” Kirishima gave him a soft smile “Thanks bro.” Katsuki’s eyes softened, he couldnt stay mad at you or Kirishima, you guys were in love after all and it was going to happen sooner or later.

After that, you and Kirishima quickly got married, all of your friends attended to the wedding even Mr.Aizawa was there, you were so happy and Katsuki slowly accepted the fact that you were now his best friends wife.You were in the 4th month of your pregnancy and Eijiro forced you to take a break from hero work. The bump in your tummy was visible but you were still going on walks to stay healthy, Katsuki was visiting you and bringin you some stuff for the baby, you didnt asked for it and seeing him regularly was weird but you two managed to grow closer and closer. It was just like in high school, joking and laughing together... Even he was so busy with hero stuff, he was trying to pay you a visit. Kirishima was so happy that the love of his life and his best friend was getting along well just like it was used to be. It was a regular day for you as usual, waking up, going for a run then taking a quick shower, reading your favourite book and baking some delicious cookies for your husband and friends. After baking some delicious chocolate chip cookies, you devorated them on a plate and left them on the kitchen island for later. It was already 3:00 pm so you decided to watch a movie but the knock on your door stopped you. “Coming!” Eijirou, Bakugou and the girls were still at work so you wondered who decided to visit you this early, when you opened the door, you saw the hotheaded blond with grocery bags in his hands “Katsu?!” The nickname you used always had an effect on him. “What are you doing here, arent you supposed to be at work?!” He rolled his eyes and smirked “What, you arent gonna let me in?” He was always teasing you and you were always falling for it, he loved the expressions that you made. “N-no, ofc not Bakugou, i love your company!” You moved to the side and he took off his shoes, just when you were about to take the bags from his hands, he scoffed “Dont lift heavy things.” You smiled and nodded, “I made chocolate chip cookies, want some?” He rolled his eyes “Geez Y/n, you are consuming too much sugar.” You chuckled and ushered him to the kitchen. You made some tea and handed him a mug, the both of you sat with comfortable silence. “So Ground Zero, mind telling me why you wanted to pay a visit this early?” Hearing his hero name from you, made his heart flutter. “Just finished some paperwork and wanted to see how you’re doing.” Your cheeks grew warmer and you gave him a goofy smile “Awww, thank you Katsu!” He averted his eyes and tried to blush on his cheeks, these four months were so hard for him, you were right in front of him but it felt so far away. He wanted to tell how he felt and he was going to do it. “Y/n, we need to talk.” You took a sip from your mug and nodded “Sure Katsu, you can tell me anything.” He took a deep breath and pinched the bridge of his nose, “Listen Y/n, this isnt something easy to talk about, do you remember the night we had, while we’re in college?” Your eyes widened and memories from your past started to cloud your mind “W-what are you trying to say, Katsuki?” He sighed and looked at you with sad eyes. “Y/n im in love with you. It’s been fuck- like what 11 years?” Your hands started to shake and your breath hitched in your throat, what were you hearing? Was it true, if it was that meant the feelings you had in high school was mutual. Tears started to well up in your eyes, why was he telling you this, you were carrying his best friend’s baby, you were in love with Eijiro. But what if you were carrying his child instead, what would happen then, would you be happy? “K-katsuki...” He shook his head and sighed “No, Y/n. You dont need to tell me anything, if i knew you had a crush on me sooner, things could have been different, i had goals and i didnt thought that you were feeling the same.” His voice cracked and his crimson eyes shined with tears. Your eyes met with his and you slowly stood up. Even if you were in love with Eijiro, Katsuki was your first love and there was a part of you that still loved him. Your shaky hands grabbed his and his eyes widened “I’m sorry for being a coward, Katsuki.” He clenched his teeth “No! If i told you how i felt-” You cut him off by wrapping your arms around his torso and the both of you quietly cried for the loss of the years. “Y/n, let me...” He tightened his hold on you and rested his forehead on yours, you nodded and closed your eyes. He slowly lovered his face and his soft lips met with yours. Katsuki Bakugou was your first love and this was his way of saying goodbye, he didnt wanted to suffer anymore, he didnt wanted to feel the pain in his heart whenever he saw you with Eijiro...

The last five months of your pregnancy flowed like water and in the end, you gave birth to a beautiful baby girl. Her name was Kaori and she looked just like you but her red ruby eyes was just like his fathers. After Kaori’s 1st birthday, you started working again and your mother was looking after your daughter. Kirishima was the sweetest dad ever, he was doing everything he could to help you and Katsuki was protective when it came to the little girl. Mina was always buying her a new Red Riot onesie and Jirou was always singing her the best lullabies.

After dropping Kaori at your mothers place, you started driving towards your agency and texted Eijiro that you were going to be busy. When you got to the agency they immediately called you for backup. There were a chaotic villain group and you left with some of the pros. The buildings were on fire and some of the pro’s were badly injured, you even saw some of your old friends. Then you heard a scream, it belonged to a little girl. Her sobs were so loud and it was coming from a burning building, before you could think of anything, your legs started to move towards the building. Your quirk was called ‘Telekinesis’ and it made you control objects and sometimes humans. “Help me, mommy!” Your heart shattered to pieces and you quickly activated your quirk, after moving the rubbles to the side you managed to spot the girl but she was at the 4th floor. You ran into the building and started to call for her “Hey, little girl where are you!” you continued to shout and run, then you heard it “Im here, please help!” You kicked the door open and saw the girl, sitting on the floor. Tears were flowing from her eyes and you crouched down “Im gonna take you out of here!” Then just when you were about to carry her, she started to laugh and it turned to a scary one. “Ahahahaha!” Your eyes widened and the girl transformed into a scary man, “W-what is this?!” it was a trap, he was a villain. “Bye bye, hero.” Everything happened so fast, you felt something sharp in your chest and tried to look at it. Then your legs started to tremble and you fell to the floor, blood was everywhere, it was yours. The villain managed to shot you in the chest. A warm feeling surrounded you and the people you love came into your mind. Kaori; your little girl, Katsuki your first love and friend, Mina, Jirou then Eijiro, the love of your life, the best husband ever, the reason of your happiness. “E-eiji...” Tears fell from your eyes and everything turned dark.

Eijiro was trying to reach you for hours, the last thing he got from you was a text message, saying you’ll be busy bc of work. He was getting worried because there was a dangerous case going on and he knew you went there for help. Just when he was about to ask for permission to leave, his phone started buzzing and he quickly answered “Hello?” a woman started to speak “Hello, is this Mr. Kirishima?” His heart started to beat faster, there was an uneasy feeling in his gut. “I’m calling you from the hospital, we wanted to inform you about Mrs.Kirishima’s condition.” With the mention of your name the world stopped spinning “W-what happened to my wife?!” The woman sighed and there was a long pause “Mr.Kirishima can you please come to the hospital?” He quickly hung up, he didnt know what to do. What if something happened to you, what was he supposed to do? The only person he could call was Bakugou, so he did that. Katsuki tried his best to calm Kirishima down and both males started to drive towards the hospital.

“Bakugou!” Katsuki turned towards the voice, it was Kirishima. His teeth were clenched and he was running towards the reception. Bakugou came to the hospital before Kirishima and tried to gather some information about you but the nurses were so stubborn they were waiting for Eijiro to come. “Where’s my wife, where is Y/n?!” He started to shout and Bakugou grabbed his arm. “Bakugou, where is Y/n?!” Bakugou shook his head “Calm down, Kirishima. I know that you are worried but you are not helping.” Katsuki tried to sound calm but his voice was shaking, he knew something was wrong. The nurses werent saying a thing, he wanted to see you, he wanted to wrap his arms around you and never let you go. Then the doctor arrived, he had a melancholic look on his face. “Mr.Kirishima?” Kirishima and Bakugou turned towards the voice and Kirishima shouted “I want to see my wife!” When the doctor kept silent Katsuki’s blood started to boil “Say something, damn it!” They both wanted to see you, they both wanted to kiss you, protect you. “Mrs,Kirishima got shot by a villain and lost a lot of blood.” Eijiro’s heart started to ache and the air left his lungs, Katsuki was in shock he didnt know what to think, his eyes were wide, trembling. “We tried everything we could, im sorry...” And with that Kirishima collapsed to the ground, his painful sobs were echoing throught the corridors “Y/n!” His body was trembling, the love of his life were gone... Katsuki’s hands found his hair and started to tug at the blond locks. Tears were falling from his eyes, he let out a painful scream and hated himself for not being there to protect you...

When the funeral come to and end, Katsuki wanted to see her grave for one more time, there were flowers in his hand. “Y/n...” It was like a whisper, after crying for so long, he couldnt find the energy to speak. His heart was shattered to pieces, everything felt empty, the world wasnt colorful anymore, everything felt either black or white. “I thought you'd be here.” When he heard his best friend’s voice, he turned to see a broken Eijiro. He tried to smile but it looked more like a grimace, both men stood in silence then Eijiro started to speak “I knew that you were in love with her.” Katsuki’s eyes widened and he couldnt meet Eijiro’s gaze. “How?” He managed to croak out. “You are my best friend, i know you more than anyone else.” Katsuki felt like dying, these three days were horrible, he lost the love of his life and now he was going to lose Eijiro’s friendship too but just when he was preparing himself for Eijiro’s harsh words, Eijiro pulled him into a hug. “I cant blame you for falling in love with her, she was amazing.” Katsuki started to tremble and hugged him back, he was harshly nodding. “She left us a piece of her, i cant love anyone else but im not gonna let Kaori suffer because she doesnt have a mother.” Katsuki squeezed his eyes shut and continued to nod. Both men cried together for the loss of their love, for the woman they fell for. After calming down a little Katsuki opened his mouth “We’re gonna take care of Kaori, we gonna make her the happiest girl in the world for Y/n.” Kirishima smiled at his friend’s promise and nodded “For Y/n.”

“Hey Y/n, i cant believe twelve years had passed. It’s like you were here yesterday, our daughter is a beautiful lady now, she is so energetic and full of positivity, just like us. Everyone misses you so much, especially me. When i wake up, i want to feel your warmth beside me, i want to see your beautiful face after a long day at work. Your clothes are still in our closet, i dont want your scent to go away, our pictures are still on the walls of our house. Kaori always looks at them and tells me how beautiful you are. She is right, you are the most beautiful woman in this whole existence. Kaori loves chocolate chip cookies, when i told her that they were your favourite she wanted to make them and now we are always baking cookies with uncle Katsuki and aunt Mina. Jirou also visits us regularly and sings her the most beautiful melodies. Kaminari and Sero always make stupid faces to make her laugh, Midoriya and Shoto bought her some presents, you should’ve seen her face! She loves all of our friends but she loves Katsuki the most, she always calls him ‘Uncle Suki’. Katsuki and i promised each other to pay you a visit regularly. We missed you Y/n, we missed you so much. God, i wasnt going to cry but i cant help it baby, without you there is always something empty but i promise you that no matter what happens, im going to make our daughter the happiest in the world, you are her hero and she wants to be strong, just like you.”

-From, Eijiro

After putting the letter at the side of your grave Kirishima smiled softly and looked at his right, Katsuki was standing with a small smile on his face, then Kaori broke the silence “See you soon mom, i love you!” They both ruffled her hair and Kaori linked his arms with his father’s “Dad, uncle! Lets make some chocolate chips cookies.” Katsuki smirked “Dont eat too much sugar, brat.” Kaori pouted but laughed. Your absence was painful but they were going to make good memories, for you...

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Eros et Psyche - Part 2: Eros

💘 Genre: Romance, Fantasy, Adventure, Drama, s2l, Greek God myth AU

💘 Pairing: Im Jaebeom x (f) OC

💘 Rating: 18+

💘 Warning(s): swearing, alcohol consumption, doubt, feelings of uncertainty, oral (f. receiving), consensual sex, unprotected sex, breast and nipple play, multiple orgasms, jealousy

💘 Word Count: 9.5k

💘 Credits: Beta read by the marvelous @yoongsgguktae 💜 ily sis thank you

💘 Summary: A modern take on the Greek myth of Eros and Psyche.

💘 A/N: Part of The Intimacy Anthology Project hosted by @peonybane found here

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He did take it seriously.

Psyche sat motionless in the back of the town car as it drove her up the hill overlooking their town. After the tears, screams, and threats over the past few weeks, she finally agreed to this absurd agreement. The hill the matchmaker instructed her to be at was near one of the larger forests outside of town. Her father informed her she’d be making the journey alone. Again another round of arguments erupted, but he was stubborn. She would have to go by herself and that was the final decision.

Psyche felt highly emotional while saying her goodbyes to her father and sisters. Not knowing what the future held was frightening. From a person so used to order and schedules, this was a foreign idea. Still, she put on a neutral look and bid them all farewell with hugs and well wishes.

The car began to slow down as it approached the area. Psyche’s heartbeat hammered loud in her chest. She chewed on her bottom lip as the driver parked and opened her door for her. With a quiet thank you, she stepped out and walked over to the edge of the road. The most unusual thing about this was that she was told not to bring anything with her, no clothes, toiletries, anything.

“Everything will be provided for you.”

That didn’t settle her mind. She clutched the coat around her arms as the temperature dropped slightly. Luckily, she opted for a longer dress rather than the short Michael Kors number Jessica kept pushing her to wear.

“This isn’t a celebration. I’m grieving,” she had said.

Psyche looked around as she heard the engine die off as it turned the corner and went back down the winding path. Now she was alone. Glancing up at the sky, the clouds had blocked the view of the moon. Supposedly tonight was to be the “Rose” moon. She scoffed looking around for a place to sit. If she was being pranked, it was better for her to sit down.

A small rock big enough for her to use as a seat caught her eye. She plopped down and waited, not even a phone to use to pass the boredom. It was part of another strange request. No electronics. So she was officially alone. Then again it might have been a good thing. The young model usually avoided all social media about her, and rarely saw pictures of herself. Besides the few covers her father would save, Psyche never liked to see herself in pictures.

She hummed to herself, kicking at the pebbles by her feet. Her breath came out in cold wisps as she sighed out loud.

“This seriously has to be a joke,” she muttered to no one. “All this mystery. I bet no one will show. I’ll look silly and someone gets a free laugh. I think–”

She looked up in surprise as the moon peeked behind the clouds, a halo of pink adored its rim. She stared in wonder as the sounds of clomping came off in the distance. Her eyes widened as a team of horses pulling a pure white carriage rounded the bend towards her. The ebony sheen of their coats contrasted with the white. Her jaw dropped as it came more into view. The horses kicked at the dirt whipping their manes around. She stood up from the rock and stepped forward in shock. No one was pulling the carriage. She bent down to look under to see if it was motorized.

Nothing.

She straightened back up and gave the horse a stare.

“Am I supposed to drive you or–”

The door to the carriage swung open slowly as steps folded down. She raised her brow at the steps then back at the horses.

“You don’t expect me to get in, do you?”

The horses snorted, bobbing their heads up and down. Psyche mumbled as she stepped toward the open door of the carriage. “You’re not much help,” she taunted. The horse reared its legs grunting. “Alright, alright, I’ll get in. No need to get nasty,” she sighed climbing in.

The steps retracted and the door closed once she settled in. The carriage lurched forward as the horses began a steady trot down a path leading into the forest. The shades were drawn and even when she pulled them back, the windows were blackened with tint making it difficult for her to see outside of where she was going. By the way the carriage jerked, she could tell the path had changed drastically. She bounced in her seat as she continued the journey.

After what seemed like hours, the carriage halted making her fall forward. Psyche squeaked as she was shaken in the carriage. The door swung open once more as the steps unfolded. She peeked outside the carriage curiously.

If she had been surprised before, her expression was even more in awe. The large architectural home was a blend of rustic and modern. Large glass windows set in dark mahogany wood. A lake painted the background making the home look almost ethereal as the fog from the lake swirled around. The moonlight added to the view taking her breath away almost.

Who could live here?

She stepped out tentatively glancing around the entrance. Suddenly a group of people exited from the home and walked towards her. She stepped back near the carriage. Once they'd gotten closer, she noticed the group consisted of two women and one man. Each wore a mask that covered their face except their mouths. They bowed as soon as they reached her. The man stepped forward, dark hair upon his crown.

“Welcome Madam to Locus Manor. We are the loyal staff to your new husband. I am Anteros,” he explained, stepping back.

The closest woman to her curtsied low, strawberry blonde hair shimmering past her shoulders. “I am Harmonia, Madam, our Master gave strict instructions for us to take care of you,” she brought out a note wrapped in ribbon and held it out for her, “Please read.”

Psyche, still bewildered, took the note in her trembling hands and untied the ribbon. She glanced over the handwriting.

“To my dear Psyche, unfortunately, I cannot be here to greet you on the day of your arrival. The staff has explicit instructions to make sure your time here is comfortable. Clothes have been laid out and a meal prepared. Enjoy my love.

Always and forever,

J”

She looked up at them with a frown. “So he’s even not here to see me. What do you expect me to do?”

Another woman stepped forward with another curtsy, dark hair styled in a short bob. “Pleased to meet you, Madam. I am Adrestia, we shall get you cleaned up and ready for dinner.” She gestured towards the front doors. “If you’ll follow me.”

She felt frustrated that no one was listening to her. It was all so confusing. This mystery man “j” wasn't even there and she was to trust these people. What did he do? Why all the mystery and smoke and mirrors? For now, she’d play by their rules until she knew what was in store for her.

If the exterior surprised her, then the interior was beyond anything she’d ever imagined. They gave her a tour of the place pointing out the details. The color scheme was white with bursts of red and silver. The fronts doors led into a large open space that was considered the living room. Plush couches encircled a large fireplace. Off to the side behind double doors was the dining room. A large rectangular table sat in the middle surrounded by plush chairs. On the opposite side, a winding staircase led up to the higher floor. A concealed door opened to reveal the large kitchen decked with the latest appliances surrounding a marble island.

Harmonica took her upstairs to the master bedroom. The large king-size bed took up much of the room, it had a canopy overhead draped with silk. The maid gestured to the sliding glass doors.

“That leads to the balcony. In the morning it gives the perfect view of the lake.”

Psyche nodded seeing something catch her eye. A dress was laid out on the bed. She ran her fingers over the material gently. It was certainly more expensive than she was used to wearing.

“Ah,” Harmonica said, beginning to walk over to a large door. “This is your walk-in closet. It has everything you need.”

Psyche’s jaw dropped as she entered the closet. Racks of dresses, shirts, pants, shoes, and accessories covered the walls. “How did he know my size?”

The maid chuckled. “Master has his ways of knowing.” She stepped out of the closet beckoning Psyche to follow her. “Let's get you freshened up for dinner.”

After soaking in the large clawfoot tub, Psyche made her way down to the dining as they set the table for her. They bowed as one pulled a chair out for her to sit. They poured her wine, serving her the salad first. The two maids stood off to the side.

Psyche took small bites, chewing slowly. “Um, during the tour, I noticed a room upstairs we didn’t go into,” she wiped her mouth with a napkin staring at them. “What’s in there?”

The air suddenly grew tense as the maids gave each other a look. “Madam, we aren’t allowed in that room. It belongs to the Master.”

“Even you are forbidden from there. Please stay away,” Adrestia warned.

Psyche gave a small nod and continued her meal in silence. Everything was so strange. From the clothes fitting perfectly to her favorite dish being served. This so-called “j” was an enigma. How did he know so much about her in such a short period of time?

The dishes were cleared as Psyche let out a yawn. Anteros chuckled as he extinguished the candles around the room. “Time for bed Madam. You need your rest.”

Psyche smiled sleepily as she bid him goodnight and trudged up the stairs to her...well their bedroom. That was a silly thought. There was no more “her” only “them”, if she ever were to see him. She settled on a silk blush nightgown that tied in the back. She gave a small twirl in the mirror over her vanity.

“Not too bad.”

It was an upgrade from all the oversized shirts and shorts she wore normally. Pulling back the satin sheets, she propped the pillows up and took one from the other side of the bed to hold. With the fragrance of lavender lingering in the air, it didn’t take long for Psyche to drift off to sleep.

“Psyche. Psyche? Darling, wake up.”

Her eyes fluttered open as she looked around. She was in her bed still, the moonlight filtering in through the windows. It gave a hazy look as fog off the lake rolled in. She sat up with a start seeing a man standing at the foot of the bed. There seemed to be a glow surrounding him, making him look ethereal. Being in his presence seemed to calm her nerves as he stared at her. Dark hair framing his face, pulled back so she could see his features, sharp jawline, full lips, dark eyes that always seemed to be smiling.

She pulled her hair back off her face suddenly feeling shyness take over. “Who...who are you?”

“Anyone. It’s your dream love,” Jaebeom said with a grin. Decked in only a pair of white linen pants, low enough to bare his Adonis belt, Psyche felt lightheaded all of a sudden.

She licked her lips nervously averting her gaze. “I’m dreaming, huh.”

He chuckled with a nod. “Yes. Yes, you are.” He moved closer, sitting on the edge making sure to keep his distance. “No one can hurt you here. Least of all me.” Jaebeom’s eyes softened momentarily at the thought. “I could never wrong you, Psyche. Trust is all I ask.”

She gave a small nod as she mulled over the thought. She couldn’t feel any unusual vibes from him and something about him seemed so familiar, she just couldn’t place it.

What the heck was she thinking about so hard in a dream?

Psyche froze as she felt his fingers on her chin, tilting her face towards him.

He studied her face with a smirk. “What’s on your mind? You looked so serious all of a sudden.”

“I…” she began, meeting his eyes, entranced for a second before chuckling softly. “It’s silly and not very important,” she answered.

Jaebeom shook his head running his thumb against her cheek. “Don’t sell yourself short. You’re more important than you’ll ever know.”

Psyche leaned into his touch, the warmth from his hand radiating on her skin. It soothed her. She felt his breath against her lips as she instinctively leaned forward.

“Psyche–”

“Kiss me,” she whispered. Opening her eyes to look at him, she purred softly. “Please. There’s nothing else I want more.”

He gulped, feeling his heart hammer in his chest. Exhaling the breath he held, Jaebeom cupped her face moving closer. His nose nuzzling against her cheek as he trembled. “You never have to ask my love.”

Jaebeom began placing light butterfly kisses along her neck, shoulders, and collar. Psyche closed her eyes letting out a breathy moan. There was almost a calculation in his movements but still passionate. Jaebeom wanted to make her feel good and needed this for himself. It seemed like an eternity had gone by since he last saw her. He craved to be close. Moving his lips to her throat, his teeth grazed her pulse points causing her to gasp out. Psyche didn’t know what to do with her hands, eventually resting them on his shoulders. Nails digging into his flesh as he worshipped her body.

He was teasing her, never actually meeting her lips. Jaebeom took his time, relishing in the moment of just being with her. Her moans only heightened his desire for her. The growing warmth that surrounded him couldn't be sated. He opened his eyes meeting her gaze. A dull moan passed his lips before his tongue dragged against her bottom lip. The motion made Psyche jump, warming her core.

So erotic in nature, his eyes were full of lust. She pressed her body against his needing to be close. He gladly obliged, finally placing a kiss on her lips. So light it almost didn’t feel like it was there. But he was testing the waters, making sure each move was approved by her. Seeing that she was okay, Jaebeom pressed his lips firmly on hers. Psyche melted into the kiss as it grew heavy. His lips danced with her, one hand venturing to wrap around her waist touching the small on her back and the other cupping her cheek.

His tongue grew impatient pushing against her mouth wanting a taste. With the slightest hesitation, she opened her mouth partially as he delved in, devouring her. Psyche let out the lowest of whimpers, her body weight shifting, needing something to anchor her in place, wanting to release.

Jaebeom reluctantly pulled away as both their bodies demanded oxygen. Chest heaving, he leaned against her, chin propped on her head. He bent down leaving the gentlest of kisses on her forehead as he wrapped both his arms around her frame. Psyche took this time to consider the possibilities of this dream. It felt so real. His lips, his hands, every touch on her body felt like fire.

Jaebeom noticed how quiet she was and moved to pull her chin to stare at him. He checked her eyes carefully. “Still with me?”

Psyche’s lips spread into a smile as she nodded. “Yes.”

He smiled back giving her a quick peck on the lips. “Good.” Once said, the desire in his eyes returned as he raked over her body. The nightgown did little to cover her modesty. Her nipples strained against the fabric, stiff. His Adam’s apple jumped at the sight. His fingers traveled up her arm caressing her skin as he went until he reached her shoulder. Maintaining eye contact, his fingers slid under the straps of her nightgown and tugged. Psyche let out a soft gasp as the air made contact with her nipples. Already erect, it became almost painful. She whimpered looking at him with pleading eyes.

Jaebeom reached out as his hand and cupped her breast, running his thumb across the peak. Psyche hissed as she tilted her head back exposing her neck. He wet his lips as he watched her movements, switching from the light to firm touches, pinching her nipples, tugging and rolling them between her fingers. Psyche gripped his bicep so she wouldn’t fall backward. He took his time, torturing her with the pleasure and pain alternating. He bent down placing light kisses on her neck to calm her.

“Lie down,” he instructed in between kisses. Psyche obeyed as she fell back against the pillows. He tugged at the hem of her nightgown pulling it down her body. She lifted her hips up helping him to remove it easily. Once off, he threw it aside leaving her only in what looked like lace panties. Jaebeom stirred gazing at her longingly.

“You’re beautiful,” he said in a hushed tone.

Psyche closed her eyes as her cheeks tinted with pink. Embarrassed by his words, she couldn't look at him. He bent forward caging her between his arms hovering over her breasts, quite enamored by the shape and dips. His breath warm on her skin caused goosebumps to form. Lips parted, his tongue dragged across one of the stiff peaks before suckling on it gently. His tongue swirled around, a hum on his lips making the vibration wrack her body.

Psyche let out a needy moan, squirming underneath him, her nails massaged his scalp, afraid he’d disappear if she couldn’t maintain body contact. Clenching her thighs together, she felt the throb, a sensation she hadn’t felt in so long. He barely touched her and by now she knew her arousal had soaked through her panties. Jaebeom switched between her breasts, groping the other as he gave equal attention, darting his tongue up to lap at it.

His eyes scanned her reactions, quite pleased with it. The sounds she made only made him want her more. All he could think about was pleasing her, worshipping the woman before him. Plucking his lips from her breasts with a soft pop, his eyes now blown out with lust, he glanced downward at her womanhood. Psyche’s legs parted instinctively as he stared. A guttural moan passed his lips as he noticed the damp spot on her panties.

“May I–” his voice now rasped, “have a taste?”

She shivered all over giving him an incline of her head. Jaebeom let out a hitched breath as he jerked her lingerie off carelessly tossing them across the bed. The fragrant smell of her cunt sent him into a stupor. He grabbed a stray pillow, positioning it in under her head to support her neck.

“Comfortable?” he asked once she was settled.

“Very, but–” Psyche bit down on her lip. “You never told me what your name was.”

Jaebeom winked, tracing his fingers on her thighs. “Psyche, I’m whatever you want me to be,” he crooned, crawling down to the end of the bed until he was eye level with her mound. “Right now, I am a man in desperate need to show you what it feels like to be worshipped.” He passed a chaste kiss on her thigh as a helpless whimper passed her lips. “Can I do that for you, Psyche?”

The back of her fingers brushed his cheek. The look in her eyes was enough to get the message across. Jaebeom hooked his arms underneath her thighs trailing kisses towards the treasure that awaited him. He pressed his hand against her mound gently pulling her pussy lips apart. The strings of arousal dripped down coating her thighs. Psyche wiggled in his grasp, anxious as he stared at her cunt. His tongue found her clit easily as he finally tasted her.

And what a feast it was. Head buried between her thighs he devoured her with no hesitation, tongue lapping at her relentlessly. Psyche’s fingers gripped at his dark hair, anchoring him in place. Jaebeom wouldn’t have moved even if he tried. His only focus was her. A finger joined his tongue, coaxing out more of her melodious sounds that rang out in the bedroom. Sweat rolled down her body as her hips bucked forward chasing the high. Her core gripped his fingers as her body readied for an orgasm. Her pants and moans grew louder as she raised up her hips, teeth-gritting as a sudden wave crashed over her. She sought his free hand, gripping it tightly.

“M-My Eros,” she shrieked, eyes shut as she rutted her hips against his face. The orgasm rocked through her body making her convulse.

Jaebeom stopped dead as he drew away from her pussy, lips coated and glazed with the traces of her desire. “What did you say?”

Psyche’s lids flickered open as their eyes connected. Flushed, she looked away. Still shivering from the sheer force of her climax. Her chest heaved as she tried to keep her movements still from oversensitivity.

“It was the first thing that came to my mind,” she whispered out between catching her breath.

Jaebeom groaned, staring at her with eyes full of devotion. “Call me that.” He detached himself unwillingly from her thighs and sat up. Psyche was already in a haze from the pleasure, she could barely move an inch. He laid next to her, brushing the hair off her face. Soft words of praise lingered on his lips as he held her. Psyche rested her head against his chest letting his heartbeat soothe her.

Once she was able to regain some strength, Psyche moved her fingers to interlock with his. Jaebeom pressed his lips to her hands with a soft smile. “Tired yet?”

Psyche shivered against him with a nod. “I-I need you E-Eros. More than anything right now.” Her body began reacting to being so close to his. Jaebeom grunted low, eyes cast down at her nude form. He kissed her again before getting off the bed. Psyche noticed the strain of his erection against his pants. A clear patch already forming from the precum that leaked.

Jaebeom untied the strings from his pants plucking the waistband from around his hips. His cock springing from its confines as he let out a low hiss, relieved from the pressure. Psyche gulped at his size. He was lengthy, the shaft wide but not extremely girthy, veins punctuating down his length, the head swollen with tinges of red–the precum glossing the slit.

He fisted his shaft, pumping his erection without much effort as he watched her lay outstretched across the mattress. He grabbed her legs and swung them over the edge of the bed, parting them as he stood between them. He caressed her cheek bending forward and lined himself against her entrance. While he wanted to take things slow, Jaebeom fought the urge to plunge deep inside her. Breathing hard through his nose, he met her gaze.

“Psyche,” he moaned faintly. “Are you ready?”

She writhed against him entangling her legs around his waist from her position. “just do it Eros, please...no more teasing,” she begged.

Jaebeom closed his eyes momentarily before glancing at her. One hand on her hip and the other guiding himself in. She tensed at the pressure and Jaebeom began messaging her sides.

“It’s okay. Relax. I won’t do more until you're ready love.”

“N-No,” she breathed, giving him a purr. “K-Keep going. I’m alright.”

He smiled, kissing her once more as he pushed inch by inch of his length past her folds, surging from the sensation of how her walls clung to his shaft. He took his time, whispering words of care as she grew accustomed to him until he bottomed out. Jaebeom stilled as he leaned forward nuzzling against her cheek.

She wrapped her arms around him whimpering at his size. Psyche was grateful he remained still as she relaxed against him. She let out an airy plea as he planted kisses on her neck. Her nails dug into his back, squirming under him.

“E-Eros, do it,” she cried. “Move, now.”

Jaebeom suckled a spot on her neck groaning with each squirm. He raised his hips as he pulled out until only the tip remained and plunged in deep.

It knocked the wind from her chest. She felt so full. Shuddering as her eyes rolled back. He thrust deep but slow, rotating his hips as they connected. Psyche locked her ankles, gripping him tighter against her body. He was deep and she could feel him brush her cervix. He kissed the tears away off her cheeks as they pooled down.

Raking his hand through her hair his eyes softened. “I love you,” he croaked out, focusing on his pace.

Through teary eyes, she sobbed, “I love you too.”

She grabbed the back of his head crashing her lips against him. “Ravish me.”

Jaebeom didn’t need any convincing. His tongue wrapped around hers tasting the caverns of her mouth as he picked up speed. Bracing himself against the mattress he delved deeper, snapping his hips against hers. Grunts spewing forth as he gripped her hips anchoring himself in place. Psyche grabbed the duvet, holding on as she cried out, his balls slapping hard against her ass.

Only the sounds of their lovemaking ringing out in the quiet of the room.

“I-I’m close love,” he stammered, slowing down until he just grinded his hips. Psyche dragged her nails down his back making him wince. He suddenly rolled over until he was on his back with Psyche straddling him. She paused adjusting to the new position on top of him. He cupped her breast squeezing around the glob of flesh.

“I want to watch you climax,” he groaned.

Psyche could feel her body aching to release. She placed her hands palms down on his chest as she started to bounce on top of his dick. She hissed each time she came down on him, moaning out, frustrated with the need to cum. Jaebeom wrapped his arms around her waist helping her move, wanting to feel her, be joined with her. The knot in her abdomen loosened as she quivered above him. Through gritted teeth, Jaebeom knew he wouldn’t last long.

“F-Fuck Psyche. Cum for me, love.”

He teased her clit, flicking against it for added sensation. That was the last straw. Psyche threw her head back as her mouth opened but no sound came out. The silent shriek racked her body as she convulsed on him. Her cunt gripped him like a vice. Jaebeom sat up holding on to her so she wouldn’t fall over. He switched their positions once more as he chased his own orgasm through hers, not too far along as he thrust. She held onto him, her teeth biting his shoulder as another orgasm shook through her body once he came. Jaebeom hissed out her name as he painted her walls, freezing over her until his thrusts came to a stop.

With care, he shifted until he was on his side holding her close. Both breathing hard, not wanting to make any sudden moves. He gazed down at her, kissing her temple as he brushed the damp hair from her face.

“You look even more beautiful.”

Psyche blushed looking away and she swatted his hand away playfully. “Beautiful? More like sweaty and disheveled.”

He clasped her chin, lifting it up, pecking her lips. “Yes, the most gorgeous creature I've ever laid eyes on. And all mine.” He reached under the pillow and brought out a small box. With some effort, he opened it to reveal two rings. One fashioned in diamonds and garnet stones and the other wrapped in silver with diamonds and garnets in the middle. He beamed sliding the jewelry onto her left ring finger.

“Forever mine,” he purred. He placed the matching ring in her hand as she slipped it onto him. “Forever yours,” she echoed staring at him.

Her cheeks flushed and her stomach fluttered as he kissed her once more. All his. She couldn't help but wonder about the mystery j. This wasn’t really cheating. It was only a dream after all.

Nuzzling against him, she interlocked her fingers with his as she drifted off to sleep content by the gentle strokes of his fingers on her back.

^^^

The sounds of the birds chirping stirred Psyche from her sleep. She murmured as her body became alert as she began to wake. Covering her eyes from the sunshine washing over the room, she could make out to see Harmonica opening the doors to the balcony.

She turned giving a curtsy. “Good morning Madam. How did you sleep?”

Psyche wiggled under the comforter with a sleepy smile. “I slept...well better than I have in ages,” she answered sitting up.

The maid turned away with a giggle. “Oh, Madam, there’s a robe by your bed for you to use.”

Psyche chuckled. “Nonsense, I–” she looked down to see that she was nude. With a squeal, she covered herself up blushing profusely. “Oh! I–”

How did her clothes get removed? Harmonia rushed to put out her outfit and ran to the door. “Breakfast will be ready by the time you freshen up. just call me if you need anything!”

Psyche watched as she practically ran off. Shaking her head in disbelief, she wiggled into the silk robe and went into the bathroom. Further inspection showed she had hickeys littered over her skin. She froze bringing her hand up to her face. The ring.

She jumped back as she removed it and placed it on the sink.

What had happened that night before? She combed her mind for any details, only concluding that it must have been one hell of a dream.

But it felt so real. His hands, lips, everything about it. She mumbled to herself turning the showerhead on. Dreams weren’t real. It was silly to think otherwise. Yet, as she stepped out of the robe and into the shower letting the water cascade down her frame, nothing about this place seemed ‘normal’.

Psyche washed quickly and put on the outfit laid out for her: dark denim jeans and a white tank with a loose black duster. She walked down the stairs just as they finished setting the table for her. The staff greeted her as she took a seat, being served from the numerous dishes on the tables.

All for her. It was quite a change of scenery having been used to seeing her family surrounding the table. She smiled to herself thinking of all the breakfasts her father would cook for them. Her sisters bickering over the fruit. She missed the chaos, regardless if it drove her crazy. They were still her family. A twinge in her heart made her tear up.

Clearing her throat, Psyche settled on a bowl of fruit and toast with a glass of orange juice. Nibbling on a corner of the toast—slathered in butter and strawberry jam—she looked around the place now that it was light out. Still as beautiful as ever. The sunlight seemed to make the place glow. The metal finishing almost looked like molten gold.

Anteros came in with a package, bringing her from her thoughts. "For you Madam, from the Master,” he explained holding a note for her to take.

Psyche thanked him for opening the note to read over the writing.

“Good morning my dear wife. Again, I regret not being able to be in your presence. Here is a gift for you, something for you to capture the beauty of what life has to offer.”

Psyche unwrapped the gift to reveal one of the latest digital camera models. She smiled to herself holding it with care. She glanced at the butler in surprise. “How did he know I liked to photograph?”

“Master has his ways,” he said airily. “Enjoy your day.” Psyche ran her fingers over the camera looking out at the lake.

After breakfast, she walked outside, camera in one hand as she explored the property. They were right, the lake looked absolutely stunning in the early morning fog. She was thankful for the duster as it kept off the chill.

The only sounds were the wildlife flitting about. With amusement she watched a family of rabbits hop around the meadow nibbling at clover. She snapped a quick picture as they paused, noses wiggling under the grass.

Psyche ventured towards a gazebo near the lake. She plopped down on one of the benches sniffing the flowers that decorated the rails. Bursts of reds, yellows, oranges, and purples of the daylilies came alive on her camera screen. Just as she clicked the button, a hummingbird appeared in the viewfinder searching for nectar. It was truly a sight to see.

Everything seemed so calm by the lake. Content by the buzz in the air, her eyelids grew heavy as she fell asleep drooping against the rail.

^^^

Who knew how much time passed as one of the maids came upon her sleeping and roused her awake gently.

“Madam?”

Psyche yawned as she stretched her limbs. With blurry vision, she squinted at Adrestia rubbing her eyes. “W-What time is it?”

“Half-past noon,” she answered, helping her up.

Psyche stood more a moment getting her bearings. “That long?”

“Yes, it's time for lunch. Let’s get you some tea. It’s chilly out here by the water. You’ll catch a cold.” Adrestia fussed at Psyche leading her back inside. She sat back down at the dining room table as they made her some herbal tea to sip on while lunch was being fixed.

The chamomile tea warmed her to the bones as she rested against the arm of the chair. Psyche shivered in her seat. Maybe being out there that long wasn’t the smartest idea. Anteros served a bowl of vegetable soup, placing it in front of her.

“Enjoy Madam.”

Psyche gave him a smile of reassurance as she sipped the broth. She sniffed between swallows as fatigue set in. With a groan, she pushed the soup aside, too exhausted to eat. Harmonia entered to check on her, tsking as she felt Psyche’s forehead.

“You’re running warm Madam. Let’s get you upstairs to rest.”

Anteros assisted with helping her up the stairs and getting her into bed. Psyched sighed into the mattress as it enveloped her. She cuddled further under the blankets as they made sure she was comfortable. “We’ll come check on you later Madam to see if you are better.”

Psyche nodded off to sleep just as the lights dimmed.

The afternoon slowly changed to dusk and her temperature only worsened. Psyche's body shivered all over as she was drenched in sweat. Muttering in a fitful sleep, she whimpered. Nothing seemed to break her fever and the staff worried about what their Master would do if they knew she was like this.

Jaebeom appeared as the sun set, worried about her state. His staff had sent word to him about Psyche and he rushed home to help care for her. He placed a cold compress on her forehead as he held her hand, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on her skin. Fear crossed his face. She looked troubled in her sleep. What could he do? Hopefully, Jackson received his correspondence. Only he would know what to do.

Psyche whimpered in her sleep, “Papi, come back, please...sisters…I...I miss you.”

Jaebeom frowned as the realization sunk in. She missed her family. He felt selfish keeping her away from them, but they’d never be able to come here. For their safety and hers. It would be dangerous. He shuddered to think what his mother would do if she found this is where he hid her away. He noticed the absence of her ring and scowled. Adrestia entered with more cold water in a basin and Jaebeom turned to glare at her.

“Where’s her ring?”

She pulled it from her pocket and tossed it to him with a look of annoyance. “She left it by the sink in the bathroom.”

He mumbled, ignoring her, and slipped it back on Psyche’s finger. “Why’d she take it off?” he asked rhetorically.

“Don’t be daft brother. You know the answer,” she huffed, setting the basin down on the dresser. “Jackson just arrived. Shall I bring him up?”

“Uh-huh,” he said, more to himself.

Adrestia sighed, exiting the bedroom. Moments later Jackson glanced over at Jaebeom. He shook his head stepping closer. “I got your note,” he began. “What’s wrong? I was in the middle of something.”

Jaebeom turned, looking stricken with grief. “She’s ill and her fever won’t break.”

Jackson frowned stepping closer. “Get up,” he ordered as Jaebeom stood but kept a hold of her hand. Jackson closed his eyes and swept his hand across her body. Furrowing his brow he looked over at Jaebeom with a crooked grin. “She’ll be fine. It's just a rough bout of the flu.” He flicked his hand as a pouch appeared. “Place the powder in a drink. She’ll sweat it out over the next few days.”

Jaebeom sighed deeply, taking the pouch. “Thanks, Jackson.”

The God of the Sun smiled, clapping a hand on his shoulder. Giving him a once over, the frown settled back on his face. “What else is troubling you?”

Jaebeom nibbled his bottom lip detaching his hand from her as he began to pace. “She’s lonely. She calls for her family in her sleep. But I can’t have them here. Too much exposure would bring attention to my mother.” He stopped combing through his hair. “What should I do?”

Jackson exhaled heavily. “I think you should consider what will make her happy the most. I don’t think one visit would cause harm. just set precautions to be sure.” He smirked with a shrug. “It will put her at ease.”

Jaebeom nodded as he watched Psyche sleep. His fingers lingered on her cheek with a sigh, resolution crossed his as he settled into the decision. After a moment he gave a hum. “Alright, thanks I appreciate the medicine and advice.”

“Sure thing. Good luck,” Jackson waved as he shimmered away.

Adrestia peeked her head in once Jaebeom was alone once more. “Everything alright?”

Jaebeom held up the pouch. “Mix this with some tea,” he ordered, eyes back on Psyche.

She took the pouch, walking out the door once more. “Be back soon.”

It didn’t take long for her to return with a steaming cup of tea. Propping her up, Jaebeom held Psyche, tilting the cup towards her lips. “Psyche, drink.”

Through her deliria, Psyche’s lips parted as the warm liquid slid down, coating her throat. Her body tingled as the medicine worked its way through her system. She coughed suddenly, groaning in her semi-conscious state. It didn’t take long for her to fall back to sleep. As Jaebeom combed his fingers through her hair, she let out a content sigh snuggling against his hand.

He stayed like that with her the remainder of the night and into the coming days. After a few days, her fever broke and he knew he wouldn't be able to be near her once she woke. As dawn approached on the third day, Jaebeom sat up begrudgingly leaving her side. He could make out the early morning ray’s peak from behind the trees. The sunlight filtering into the room made almost a halo glow around her. He couldn’t believe how breathtaking she looked. Knowing time grew short, he kissed the back of her hand just as he disappeared from the room.

Psyche rolled onto her side frowning as the space beside her was now empty. She grew more alert moving her hand to the spot noting the warmth still there. Her eyes finally opened as she realized she was alone once again. Sadness crossed her face recalling the sweet dreams of her Eros.

Harmonica entered after a soft knock and smiled warmly at her. “It’s lovely to see you up, Madam. How do you feel?”

Psyche sighed, rubbing her eyes of sleep, and propped herself against the pillows. “Better than I did a few days ago.”

Harmonia walked over to pull the curtains aside. “Would you like to take your breakfast in bed or downstairs?”

“Up here is fine,” Psyche answered, still occupied in her thoughts.

It wasn't until the three staff members served her breakfast that she decided to go with her plan. They must have known who slept beside her the past few nights. Seen him even. This J still hadn’t made an appearance and she was getting restless in the house being alone.

As Anteros poured her tea, she met his gaze. “Where is my ‘husband’? Have you seen him around? Surely he doesn’t think I should be alone here.

They gave each other knowing looks. “The Master has–”

“Yes! You’ve said it before. He has his reasons,” she snapped back. Taking a few breaths, Psyche gave them an apologetic look. “I-I’m sorry. I just miss my family.” She pushed away the tray getting out of bed and went out to the balcony closing the door behind her.

Adrestia scowled removing the tray as she cut her eyes to her siblings. They left Psyche upstairs as they went back into the kitchen. “He needs to figure something out. It’s getting exhausting lying to her every single day.”

Harmonia shook her head as she cleaned the dishes. “She’s not going to stop asking questions. We have to figure something out.”

Anteros slammed the cabinet close as he rounded on his sisters. “We don’t have to figure anything out. That’s his shit to sort. We’ll only add to the problem.” His shoulder slumped as he leaned against the counter. “Besides, if he loves her so much, he’ll find a way.”

“Excuse me,” Psyche said, entering the kitchen. They all jumped, faces paled at her arrival. Once she’d been able to calm, she thought of a way to contact J. Maybe this would help her get to understand him.

She gripped the paper in her hand and set it on the counter. “I-I wrote him a letter. Maybe he’ll understand how I’m feeling after reading it.”

Psyche bit her lip shuffling her feet on the floor. “Can you please give it to him?” She fiddled with the ring on her hand as she looked down.

Anteros let a grin spread across his face as he bowed. “Yes, Madam. We’ll be sure the Master gets it.”

“Thank you,” she replied, giving them each a nod and left to go back upstairs.

Harmonia sighed in relief looking at them. “You think she heard any of it?”

Adrestia shrugged. “If she did, she’s got a good poker face.”

^^^

Another day passing into night. Psyche spent the day walking the trail around the lake. The fresh air was a godsend after being inside the house the last few days. Hopefully, he received her message. Once dinner finished–solo as usual–she readied for bed soaking in the bathtub and changed into another set of pajamas, a pair of silk shorts, and a tank top.

She would have been lying if she wasn’t looking forward to seeing him in her dreams again. He’d become something of a confidante, a lover even. She felt a pang in her chest as she closed her eyes. Only her dreams weren’t real life.

But he returned whispering promises of love and devotion.

She felt his hands wrap around her middle, pulling her close, her back pressed against his chest. His lips easily finding her shoulder trailing butterfly kisses. Psyche sighed into touch, eyes still shut.

“Another round? I don’t think I have the strength,” she giggled.

Jaebeom smirked against her skin, tickling her stomach gently. “I’m insatiable,” he teased, cuddling closer. “I’ll let you rest for now.”

Psyche opened her eyes as she felt his breathing slow. She shifted causing Jaebeom to rouse from his nap. Frowning, he sat up leaning over to see her expression. “Love, what’s wrong?”

Psyche exhaled avoiding his gaze but he wouldn’t let up until she stared back. “I-I just feel so lonely here.”

Jaebeom’s heart sank. He pulled away to run a hand through his hair. He had gotten her note earlier in the day, Anteros made sure of that. Psyche poured her heart into the note, expressing her unhappiness about being by herself. How she truly missed being around her family. Though he couldn’t tell her he knew about her letter.

“Why do you feel lonely, Psyche?”

She rotated to look at him fully. “I-I cherish our time together, but it's only confined to this–my mind. I sit around wishing for someone, who still hasn’t appeared before me.” Tears welled in her eyes as they trickled down. Jaebeom used his thumb to wipe them away.

“What do you want? Truly?”

Psyche sniffed as she leaned into his touch. “I want to see my family again,” she let out a teary laugh shaking her head, “They drive me absolutely mad, but I still love them despite what they do.”

He kissed her lips and sighed pulling her into his lap. Psyche rested her head on his shoulder as he rocked her to sleep. Her eyes dropped snuggled close to him. When her breathing deepened and Jaebeom was sure she wouldn’t wake, he placed her under the covers. As the sun began to rise, he gave a reluctant nod.

“Very well. If this is what will bring a smile to your face, I’ll grant your wish Psyche.”

He placed the note on her vanity before taking his leave. Something unsettled him. As if this was something he would regret. A darkness loomed over his face, but he only wanted Psyche to be happy. This would make things better.

How wrong he was.

^^^

Psyche busied herself straightening the living room, making sure fresh flowers replaced the older ones in the vases around the room. She felt a weight lifted from her chest. The previous morning she received a letter from J. In it, he granted her request for her to see her family. His stipulation:

“They can only visit for one day.”

One day seemed so short, but at least she would get to see them. She sent word out to her family inviting them out to the lake house. They were coming today, and if she was being honest, Psyche was nervous. She thought about what they would think of this arrangement. She pushed her concerns to the back of her mind as she checked on the lunch Harmonia was preparing all morning.

“Is everything almost ready?”

“Yes, Madam. The meat just needs to be grilled, but everything is ready,” she answered.

Psyche gave a reassuring smile as she willed herself not to pace across the floor. Her ears strained as the door opened.

Anteros entered giving a short bow. “They’ve arrived, Madam.”

Her heart thumped in anticipation just as Victoria and Jessica entered. The sisters shrieked running over to squeeze Psyche into a large group hug. Psyche stumbled back holding them gingerly. As they pulled away to give her air, her brows knotted in confusion. “Where’s father?”

Jessica scoffed, putting her hands on her hips. “That’s all you can say? It’s been almost a month and you only worry about father.”

Victoria patted Psyche’s hand warmly. “He wanted to be here, but he’s away on business overseas.”

“Oh,” Psyche hid her disappointment. As much as she cared for her sisters, she wanted to see her father. Call her a daddy’s girl, but she needed him here as well.

Jessica circled the room with genuine interest. “So this is where you've been. We didn’t know what to expect. After dad came home, we for sure thought you got kidnapped or sold.”

Victoria chuckled nervously. “How about a tour Psyche? I’m dying to see the lake.”

Psyche pressed her lips together as she glared at Jessica. Same old attitude. Bitter. She took Victoria’s hand tugging it to the patio deck. “Sure. Let me show you everything,” she looked over her shoulder at Jessica with a hum. “C’mon, I think you’ll like it too.”

And they did.

Envy swept across her sisters' faces as Psyche led them around the manor, pointing out all j had–from the latest appliances and equipment to the sheer vastness of the estate. Psyche finished the tour by the lake as they would be having lunch near the gazebo. Anteros manned the grill as Adrestia and Harmonia finished setting the table for them. Jessica sat as she held a wine glass up to be filled. Harmonia filled their glasses as the food was served. The staff disappeared giving the sisters alone time.

Victoria chatted happily, still impressed by the place Psyche now lived in. “Psyche, your home is beautiful,” she gushed.

Jessica huffed as she sipped her wine eyeing Psyche from the rim of her glass. “I’m curious though. When do we get to meet this mystery man?” She looked around with a frown. “How does he afford all this?”

Psyche choked on her wine giving them a nonchalant shrug. “I-I’m not too sure. We–” she mumbled while taking another sip.

Jessica leaned forward glaring. “What was that?”

Pink tinged Psyche’s cheek as she stared at the salad on her plate. “I haven’t met him yet.”

The oldest sister crossed her arms. “What do you mean you haven’t met him?” She gave her a stare, her voice dangerously low. “Psyche–”

Psyche glanced away biting her lip. “Er...not met per se, but I get notes from him every morning–”

Jessica hissed slamming her glass down as wine spilled on the table soaking the tablecloth. “How daft can you be Psyche? I was sure you were the most intelligent of us three, but you’re just as dumb as Victoria.”

“Hey!” Victoria shot Jessica a look and went over to comfort Psyche. She knelt down in front of her holding her hands. “Honey, do you know anything about him? It seems unusual you’ve yet to see him.”

Psyche felt her lip tremble as her throat tightened. “He’s been nothing but cordial and welcoming to me. Yes, I know it's a little odd we haven’t, but I don’t think he would do me any harm.”

Jessica fumed, still gesturing wildly to the home. “Don’t tell me you've been this disillusioned by the splendor. For all, you know he could be a killer, a psycho, old and creepy, or some sick joke!” Chest heaving, Jessica calmed as she gave Psyche a sticky sweet smile reaching across to hold her hand. Victoria sat up on the bench to hold their younger sister.

“We’re not doing this to be cruel, we only want what's best for you,” Jessica cooed.

Victoria pressed a kiss to the top of Psyche’s head, squeezing her gently. “We’re worried about you Psyche. just be careful, love.”

“What should I do?” she whispered trembling as Victoria smoothed her hair down.

Jessica sighed and got up to join her on the bench. She pulled something from her purse. Psyche looked taken aback as the silver gleamed in the sunlight. The knife had a beautiful ornate handle as small gems decorated the helm. The blade, while small, still looked deadly.

“Find out what he is hiding from you. Take this to protect yourself,” she instructed.

Psyche felt numb. Was she being naïve? Were they right about everything? How was she supposed to be married to someone she never laid eyes on. Without a sound, she took the blade, concealing it in her back pocket.

They finished lunch with Psyche remaining silent throughout. The sisters chatted adamantly to each other about the food and the skills of the staff, but it went on deaf ears. As they left, she hugged them each, wishing them a safe journey home as they loaded into their car. She waved them off as the car disappeared around the bend.

Psyche felt more lonely now than ever, a heavyweight on her chest and dark clouds looming over her head. The knife still in her back pocket, she couldn’t help but feel saddened. She rested against the front door till in her thoughts.

Harmonia poked her head out of the kitchen, giving her a smile. “Enjoy your sisters' visit?”

Psyche bobbed her head practically running for the stairs. “Yes. Thank you for cooking an amazing lunch!”

Harmonia gave her a curious glance before going back into the kitchen.

She remained in her room pacing about, letting the staff know she didn’t want to be disturbed. Psyche ran the plan through her mind for the hundredth time. It seemed fairly simple: she’d sneak into the room in the east wing and look around. He had to be hiding something. She stared at the knife on her bed. It would only be for protection. Psyche had also snatched a candle from one of the drawers downstairs just in case.

She grabbed the knife and the candle, slipping them in her back pocket, and walked out into the hallway. Her ears strained for sounds. All she could hear was Harmonia and Adrestia chattering in the kitchen. Anteros offered to drive her sisters home, so he would be gone for some time. This gave her maybe a half hour before they would try to get her to have dinner.

Psyche walked slowly towards the east wing. Though it matched the interior design, she felt something strange in the air. She couldn’t place her finger on it but only her curiosity made her venture on. The door at the end of the hallway loomed closer. With bated breath, she gripped the knob and turned. Much to her surprise, the door was unlocked.

Her eyebrow raised. For a room she was forbidden to enter, it seemed strange that the door would be open. Shoving her anxiety aside, Psyche pushed the door as it creaked slowly on the hinges. With enough room to squeeze in, she closed the door behind her as the room filled with shadows. Psyche exhaled softly in the darkness. Fumbling with a match, she struck it against the door and lit the candle. The small flame embraced her with warmth and a glow. Not giving off much light, she held it out in front to lead her around. Every few steps she stumbled having no luck finding a switch. So far from what she could see, nothing stood out. She made out a dresser and mirror in the corner.

How curious. Did someone live here?

just then a snore cut into the darkness, almost making her scream. Psyche clutched her chest before grabbing the knife from her pocket.

Who’s in here?!

She stepped with caution towards the sound and saw a couch. Not noticing much around her, she tripped against a small table. With a muffled cry, she dropped the knife trying to catch the case that fell. Psyche winced as something poked her hand as she grabbed the objects placing them back on the table. Her body tingled with warmth. Crouched down, she grabbed the candle, noticing she was close to the source of the sound.

With her face covered in a sheen of sweat, trembling hands held out the candle. What she saw made her almost cry out.

He laid there asleep, curled against a pillow. Dressed only in pajama pants, she could see the definition on his muscles. Dark hair fanned around him. That chin, those lips...wait were those wings?! It was him! The man from her dreams. Eros!

Psyche jerked back as she tripped forward, the candle sliding from her hand as it dropped on his arm.

Jaebeom opened his eyes with a painful shout, his wings spreading out as he jumped back holding his injured arm. Meeting her gaze, gloom washed over his face.

“You–” he said, voice hoarse with sleep.

Psyche, still shaken up, didn't realize she had pricked herself on his darts. The tingling she felt earlier increased.

“Y-You’re him,” she whispered.

Jaebeom held back a wince as the burn grew worse. “That’s beside the point. You broke my trust, Psyche.”

“B-But I-I–”

Her heart sank as he turned away from her, his wings concealing him. “I only asked one thing of you. You were to not enter the east wing under any circumstance.” He choked back a sob. “Now we can’t be together.”

“Wait, please Eros–” She reached to hold his hand.

He jerked away, swatting her hand from him. “Don’t touch me. You lost those privileges to call me that name.”

She stepped back hurt, clutching her hand as her eyes welled with tears. “Please, I’m sorry.”

“It’s too late,” he stepped away. “I loved you, Psyche, but you betrayed me.”

She sank to the floor as a light cast in the room surrounding him. And then he was gone.

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STAR CROSSED LOVERS~ JAMES SIRIUS POTTER

Summary: Harry Potter does not get along with his old Slytherin classmates. He doesn't let his son talk to his either. But what happens when James Sirius Potter falls in love with the Slytherin daughter of Blaise Zabini?

Warnings: fluff, kinda angsty, slightly ooc Harry and a few swear words

This is for @im-a-writer-right writing challenge

Gif not mine

Being the daughter of Blaise Zabini is not always easy. My mother had left us when I was just a child. I was left in the care of my not so motherly grandmother and her troupe of new husbands and my father, who was really trying his best. He wasn't very fatherly by nature but he tried to be there for me whenever he could.

After the war things were better for the wizarding community. They tried to be mom judgemental based on blood status or house, but old habits die hard. My father and his Slytherin friends especially uncle Draco were shunned and looked down upon. All for the mistakes made by their parents. People would glare at them whenever they passed by. Finding jobs wasn't that easy for us. Not that we needed it but dad wanted to find a way to redeem himself. So he and uncle Draco joined auror training where obviously they were most disliked. Seeing all this around me made me determined to grow up and fight this prejudice. I told my father what I thought and he smiled and patted my head saying that he believed in me. That was all eight year old me wanted to hear and she believed it thoroughly.

But things are not as easy as it seems. I started Hogwarts soon after. I sat in a carriage all alone for a while for no one wanted to sit with a Zabini. Then came in a boy with messy black hair and brown eyes. "Can I sit here? Everywhere else is full." I was delighted! "Yes ofcourse!" "James Potter." He said extending his hand. Oh. A Potter. He'd get up and leave the moment I told him my name. "Y/n Zabini." I said preparing myself for him to walk away disgustedly. I looked up at him after a few moments. "Why didn't you run away screaming?" "Why should I have?" "Because your dad hates mine. My father is Blaise Zabini. Draco Malfoy's best friend." My words sunk in. "So you're the girl my dad told me to stay away from." I felt crestfallen. Why had some old mistakes caused me this? I blinked away tears that threatened to fall. He made no move to leave and continued to stare at me. "Why are you still here then?" "You seem like a nice girl and I think we'll be good friends." "What about your dad?" "He'll get over it and besides rules are meant to be broken." Hd said winking. I laughed. Maybe things would not be so bad.

An hour into the train ride, a boy with tan skin and red hair came to our compartment. "James! There you are. Ive been looking everywhere for you." "This Fred. He's my cousin." James told me. "Now who might this pretty girl be?" He said looking at me. I introduced myself to him, waiting for a reaction. "So this is the girl your dad warned you about?" "Yep." "Nice." "As he already told you, I'm Fred, Fred Weasley. My parents warned me too, but you seem nice and I love breaking rules so, let's be best friends." He said with a genuine smile. I nodded. My biggest fears were wiped! I hadn't reached Hogwarts and I already had two friends!

"Anything from the trolley dears?" Said the trolley witch. "Just jelly slugs thanks." I smiled. She handed it to me. I opened it and shared it with the boys. "So which house are you going to be in?" James asked me. "We're certainly gryffindors." Fred finished with a smirk. "I, uh, I think I'll be in um Slytherin." They had a shocked expression but wiped it off quickly. "Well, Slytherin would have gained a brilliant witch then."

The rest of the journey was quite uneventful. We were nearing the castle and I was quite excited! I had heard so many stories of the castle from my dad. We exited the train and walked up to this giant man who was calling all first years to him. I started walking toward him with Fred and James behind me. We reached a large lake with lots of boats. The boys ran ahead and sat on a boat. They beckoned me to them. Honestly, I was still shocked they actually wanted to be my friend! I climbed on with them and we looked at the castle in awe. The ride was relatively silent as we were all mesmerized by the view. The boat ride was over and we were at the entrance to the great hall.

A tiny profesor who introduced himself as professor Flitwick gave us an introductory speech. I listened intently getting more nervous as the time passed. Seeing my face James squeezed my hand and Fred (who was half a foot taller than me) patted my shoulder reassuringly. The large door opened and we walked in. The great hall was everything I imagined. I looked at the celing it was enchanted with the night sky and floating candles. It was beautiful! The sorting ceremony was about to begin. There was a wierd hat that burst into a song. I got quite the shock.

Professor Flitwick called out names. Some girl names Jessica Greene was sorted into Slytherin. Daniel Walker was sorted into Hufflepuff and so on.

"Potter, James." I squeezed his hand and he gave me a small smile and sat on the stool. The hall started murmuring at his name. The hat had barely been placed on his head when it called "gryffindor!" James jumped up in glee and ran to the gryffindor table. "Weasley, Fred." I smiled at him as he sat on the stool. "Gryffindor!" The hat called after a few seconds. Eventually only I was left. "Zabini, y/n." I breathed in trying to calm myself. Dad would love me no matter what house I was in. Grandmother was a different story, but still. Calm yourself y/n. I climbed onto the stool and the hat was on my head. "You are different." The hat told me. "You've got great ambition and thirst to prove yourself and to change the world. But you're also very brave and chivalrous. Where to put you? Better be Slytherin!" I smiled to myself and walked to the Slytherin table. James and Fred smiled at me and threw me a thumbs up.

"Jessica Greene." Said the blonde girl I had seen earlier. "y/n Zabini." I smiled and shook her hand. She smiled. "I think we're going to be great friends." I felt so happy! I had made 3 friends when I thought I'd make none. Headmistress McGonagall gave us a welcome speech and gave a list of forbidden places and objects; which by the look James and Fred shared and then gave me; they intended to break all of them. i giggled to myself. Hogwarts truly was a magical place. After the speech was over, the tables magically filled up with the most delicious smelling food ever! I immediately piled my plate with a variety of dishes. " You look like you've never seen food before." snorted Jessica. "I have seen food before, just not as good!" I proceeded to finish up my food while conversing with Jessica and the rest of my housemates. They were all very nice, none of them having pureblood only ideas. the feast ended and we were led to the common rooms. The Slytherin common room was in the dungeons. It was green and very cozy. i liked the vibe of the place. i shared my dorm with only 3 other girls since there were only 4 slytherin girls in first year. My bed was beside the window and i loved it!

Jessica decided that since there were so few of us, we needed to bond and stick together. So after all of had got dressed we sat down in a circle and introduced ourselves. "I'm Abigail Larson." said the girl with long brown hair and green eyes. The other girl introduced herself as Anika Smith." she had tan skin and deep brown eyes with dark brown hair. The four of spoke till late that night. I woke up a bit early the next morning, excited for our first day. I got dressed into my school robes and then went to wake up the others. Anika and Abigail woke up easily while Jessica was a whole different story. "Five more minutes." she groaned. "Ok sleepy head, but if we miss our first day of classes i doubt the teachers will be happy. She groaned again but woke up anyway. While i waited i wrote a letter to my father. I told him about my house, the sorting and my new friends." I had just finished the letter when Jess was ready. "Ready to go?" i nodded and the four of us head out to the great hall.

I split from the group so i could owl the letter. I was on my way to the owlery when i felt an arm wrap around my waist and another around my shoulder. "Well, look who it is Fred! Our little snakey friend." " Why yes it is james, say y/n already forgotten about us have you?" I giggled at the comment. "Ofcourse not! I was just about to send this letter before you two slowed me down." "Our sincerest apologies." said James not looking sincere in the slightest. They continued to follow me to the owelery talking among themself. i quickly tied the letter around my owl's leg and gave him a few treats before he took off. " Lets head to breakfast before we get late yeah?" "oh little Zabini, ever the punctual girl." Said Fred snickering slightly. I hit him in the arm and walked toward the great hall. I bid they boys goodbye and sat at the slytherin table with my friends.

First year passed by relatively fast. I topped most of my classes and was the favourite student of most of the professors. Potions was my favourite class, closely followed by charms. The year was at it's end and Fred, James and I were walking by the black lake. I kicked at a pebble before turning to the boys. "Did you tell your parents that you were friends with me?" i asked hesitantly. "Not exactly, no." they said. "Our parents would not be too happy about that." "I understand." i said sadly. I should have known,their family wouldn't welcome me with open arms would they now. "Don't be sad little snake. We'll figure it out. I promise." i smiled.

I sat in the train carriage with the girls, excited to be home. I was top of the class, a slytherin and the teachers loved me. Grandmother would be pleased. Dad, well he is proud of everything i achieve and i love him for it. During the ride James and Fred walked in. "Hello ladies, mind if we borrow our little friend here for a minute?" They nodded and I walked out of the cabin with the boys. "So we have come up with a plan for you to meet us during break without our parents getting to know." I looked at Fred and motioned him to go on. "Our close friend and fellow gryffindor, Alec Thomas lives near diagon alley. We have made a plan to meet him during the break at his house. We spoke to him and he agreed to let us stay over at his place during break. If you could come to diagon alley around the 13th of july (thats my birthday lol) we could meet up for ice cream!" "That seems like a good plan." I said thoughtfully. I was planning on telling dad about the boys anyway, this could work. They grinned. The train sounded as we drew nearer to the station. I grabbed my bag and got ready to get off at the station. I hugged the girls who had grown to become my best friends although i was closest to Jessica.

I walked around the station looking for my father. "Y/N!" His voice came. I dragged my trunk and ran to him. He pulled me in for a hug. "I missed you so much!" "I missed you too dad and i have some great news!" I told him about all my achievements and my new friends. "Your grandmother will certainly be proud. She missed you although she won't admit it." I giggled at that. We apparated home where grandmother was waiting for us. A there was a man behind her whom i did not recognize. He must be her new husband! Yeah, grandmother changed husbands like she changed clothes. I went and hugged her. "How was school?" "It was great!" I told her too of all my achievements and dad was right, she was proud of me.

The days flew by quickly. I received an owl from James asking me how I was and reminding me of our meeting in a few days. Right. I had yet to tell my dad about them. I would do it now. As i was preparing to tell him the door opened and there he was. "Hey darling." "Dad I need to tell you something." "Okay." he said cautiously. "I am friends with James Potter and Fred Weasley. Please don't be mad." He smiled at me. "I am not mad dear. In fact i am happy for you. You have made so many friends! And besides I am not going to control who you are friends with. It isn't fair. But darling, be careful. James and Fred may be nice but their family won't accept you easily." "I know that. And i will be careful. Besides, they have asked me to meet with them this week at diagon alley, Can I go daddy?" He thought about it and and sighed. "Alright. You can go." "Thankyou so much!" I hugged him.

On the morning of the day I had to meet the boys I woke up early out of sheer excitement. I ran down and ate breakfast quickly. Grandmother looked shocked to see me up early but didn't comment. I ran up to my bedroom and got dressed. "Ready to go?" Dad asked coming into my bedroom. "Yep!" We were going to get my school stuff before I met the boys. We apparated to diagon alley. Dad said he had some work to do and told me to go and buy some quills and ink in the mean time. As I left the shop my father walked toward me grinning, holding something behind his back. "As a reward for doing so well, I decided to get you this." It was a broom! Oh I loved quidditch. I used to play with dad and uncle Draco sometimes. Scorpius never liked the sport. "Thankyou so much!" It was one of the best brooms out there. Oh I'm definitely trying out for quidditch this year. He patted my back. "Looks at the time! You'll get late to meet your friends. I'll get the rest of your stuff. You go ahead." I bid him goodbye and ran to the ice cream parlour.

There on a small table were James Potter and Fred Weasley. "Hello boys." I said as I walked up to them. They greeted me cheerfully. We ordered our ice cream and sat down. "Shit!" Said James loudly. He frantically pointed at the window. I looked to see what on earth was bothering him when lo and behold the famous Harry Potter was walking toward the shop. "What do we do?" Mr Potter had already seen us so I couldn't exactly run away. "Don't mention your last name no matter what ok." Fred told me. "Hey kids." Said Mr Potter. "What brings you here dad?" James asked a bit nervously. "Oh I was just in a meeting near by and thought I'd come say hi to you both. I called Dean up and he said the two of you had come here to meet a friend who I'm assuming is this young lady here." He said pointing at me. I shot him a nervous smile, not quite knowing how to react. "Yes. Dad that is y/n. She's in our year. Top of the class." "It's great to meet you." "You too sir." I started to get nervous and I think James noticed because he said. "Dad it's getting late we better get going. Good bye!" Mr Potter looked confused but left anyway. "I'd better leave too boys. See you at school." They hugged me goodbye and I went to find my dad.

***

Fourth year

The whole incident was long forgotten. The boys and I became very close. We decided not to meet such a way ever again. The stress was too much for me.

The boys had decided that it would be fun for them to join me and the girls on our train journeys and while eating dinner ever since Albus and Scorpius had been sorted into slytherin in our third year. My friends gave me suggestive looks but eventually got bored of it and accepted the boys joining us. The train journey wasn't that different this year. "Hello ladies." Said Fred sliding into the compartment. We greeted them with a chorus of hellos. Fred sat down opposite me beside Abi. Although there was a ton of space next to him, James squeezed himself next to me almost pushing Anika off her seat. She glared at him and stood up muttering coulourful words while setting herself next to Abi. "How was you guys' summer?" He asked. "It was terrible!" I cried. It truly was. "Hey! you spent half of your summer with me." Said Jessica in mock offense. "Jess, you know what i mean." She simply smirked. "What happened?" James asked. "Well, for starters I had to help set up this stupid wizarding gala with my grandmother. She wanted to show off and sell her jewelry to other folk while at the same time hosting a ball like thing, whih mind you was boring as hell. The only people who showed up were stuck up old ladies. They had brought along their reluctant grandsons who i am sure my grandmother wanted as a potential suitor for me, and had she had her way it would have been so, but my dad would not allow it. Anyway, I spent a week of my break in that way." I finished with a sigh. I could see how badly everyone wanted to laugh or sympathize with me. "Go ahead and laugh." Everyone burst out laughing and i found myself laughing too.

We spent the rest of the journey laughing and having a gala time. We reached hogwarts and watched the sorting. Slytherin had gained 9 new students. We heard the standard starting of the year speech and tucked in. We chatted merrily until bedtime like every year. It had become a tradition to chat all night on the first day of school. I went to bed that night with a smile on my face.Hogwarts is truly a magical place.

Today was the first day of classes. I had dropped divination and taken arithmacy instead. I had heard it was a wonderful subject. Professor Howard took arithmacy and he was a brilliant teacher. I truly loved the class. I sat down at my place when in noticed a head of shaggy black hair in front of me. "James?" I asked surprised. "Y/n!" James said. "I didn't know you took this class." "Neither did I. But apparently I do now." He joked. "Only kidding. I never took divination after hearing how boring it was from my dad." 'Why don't we sit together?" He nodded and jumped over his seat and onto the one next to me. "You could have just walked you know that right?" He just grinned and shrugged innocently. I just rolled my eyes.

Fourth year wasn't as bad as i thought it would be. I actually quite enjoyed it. I was sitting by the black lake. "I need your help!" came the voice of Scorpius Malfoy, following behind him was Albus Potter. "Whats up Scorp?" "Well, I like this girl and want to ask her out. But I think she hates me." "Who is this girl?" I asked. "It's my cousin, Rose." Albus cut in. Rose Granger Weasley. Another person who hated people like Scorp and me, it was because her dad doe s not like ours, but unlike the Potter boys, she refused to change her views. "Well Scorp, you should be nice to her, try being her friend, only then ask her out. If she refuses to be your friend, then I guess she is not worth the trouble. No offense Albus." "None taken. I know that Rose is a bit stuck up which can be pretty annoying." Scorpius looked dejected but nodded nonetheless. I felt a bit bad for him. But I can't really help him can I?

Today is the first quidditch game of the season. Our captain has been working out butts off sine a month. "Ready to get your arses beat?" I smirked at Fred and James. "You wish Zabini." They retorted. I walked to the slytherin changing room where our captain, Elena Johnson was waiting. "Alright. We have worked long and hard for this. Use your strategies and no cheating and we can win." We cheered and got to the pitch. I was a chaser on the team and so was James. I mounted my broom and smirked at him. He smirked back. Madam Hooch blew the whistle and the quaffle was in the air. I dived to catch it, but James caught it first. Dang it. I chased after him to try and catch the quaffle. He threw the quaffle to the hoop and just as it was about to score, my fellow chaser, Andrew caught it. He passed the quaffle to me and I scored! James was behind me now, I threw the quaffle to the third chaser, Ben who threw it at the hoop. We scored again. Slytherin was in the lead and I was ecstatic. The gryffindor chasers were trying their best to up their score. The beaters were sending bludgers left right and centre. Fred knocked a bludger in our direction, not intending to hurt anyone, but unfortunately James had come in the way and he got hit. He was a foot away from me when I saw him fall. The crowd gasped. I don't know what came over me and I dived to catch him. He nearly hit the ground when I broke his fall. I set him on the ground gently. "James. James?" I tried to shake him, but he was unconscious. Madam Hooch took him to the hospital wing and the game continued. I hoped the seeker would catch the snitch because I was unable to focus. My wishes were answered because the snitch was caught and Slytherin won the game.

I should have stayed back to celebrate but I was too concerned about James. I changed and rushed to the hospital wing. He was lying there asleep looking so peaceful. I sat by his bed and looked at him. I think I must have been there a long time because I had fallen asleep and for some reason when I woke up I was holding James' hand. I quickly retracted it. "Y/n? Is that you?" James asked. "Yea, it's me. You took a pretty bad fall there you know?" "I know. I did it so it would not hit you." "What?" "Yes." He said and before I could say anything else he fell asleep again. Typical.

What he said that day never left my mind. He obviously did it because he's my best friend. Right? RIGHT? I voiced my thoughts to Jess but she simply have me a knowing look and was no help at all. I eventually decided to let it go and move on with my life. James seemed to have forgotten he said it too. So I pretended he didn't and we were back to being best friends.

Sixth year

Although I pretended that I had forgotten what James said, I never did. His words kept resounding in my head and he never left my mind. All the tiniest things he did made it seem like he liked me. Although, he's been like that since the start. I spent the entirety of fifth year deciding whether I liked him or I was just being paranoid. Eventually I decided that I did like him and I was just lying to myself saying that I didn't. I told my friends about my revelation when they stayed over during the summer and they all responded with a "Finally!" Or something along those lines. Rude.

After I accepted I had a crush on James, I because hyper aware of him whenever he came near me. I would immediately tense and blush. I think I was pretty obvious but James was oblivious as always. Even Fred noticed and asked me about it. I tried to avoid answering his questions but he is a stubborn prat. I made him swear not to tell anyone and told him of my crush. He jumped and screamed. "I KNEW IT!" he was convinced James liked me too, but how could he? He was my best friend and besides, his father would probably kill him.

Fred seemed to take my confession as a challenge to set us up. He even managed to rope in my friends. They made us sit together I'm class, while eating. They left us alone for long periods of time but nothing. I decided that it was worthless waiting for James since he obviously didn't like me back. I would try move on. It was hard, obviously when I so clearly in love with him.

I was sitting in the library finishing my potions homework when Andrew Higgs came up to me. He was a sweet boy and was in the quidditch team with me. "Hey y/n." "Hey Andrew. What's up?" He rubbed his neck. "Do you want to go to hogsmeade with me?" I was about to say no but then I remembered that I wanted to move on. "Sure!" "Great! I'll see you tomorrow then?" I nodded.

I skipped back happily to my common room. "What's got you so happy?" Abi asked. "I got a date with Andrew." "The chaser?" "Yep!" "But what about James?" "He doesn't like me. I may as well move on." I shrugged. The girls didn't look convinced. I ignored it and left the common room for my prefect rounds. Yes I was a prefect. I had rounds alone today so I had plenty of time to think. I spent most of the year pining after him and now I only have three months left of sixth year. I may as well go on a date or two and see how it works out. As I was lost in my thoughts, I bumped into Fred. "Well well well. Look who is out after curfew." I grinned at Fred. "Is it true you have a date?" I nodded. "Don't go! James will be crushed." "I am going and he's made it clear he doesn't like me. And even if he does maybe this is the push he needs to ask me out." Fred sighed in defeat but headed back to his common room.

The weekend was here. I dressed up in a cosy but warm outfit and left for hogsmeade. I met Andrew at the three broomsticks. He hugged me and pulled out the chair for me. He was a perfect gentleman and was so much fun to talk to, but something was missing. He wasn't James. "This was fun-" I started. "But you don't like me that way?" I sighed. "I'm sorry Andrew, you're a really great person and I'd love to this again but as friends. I don't like you that way." "It's fine. I know you like Potter and it's ok. I like this ravenclaw girl but she doesn't seem to notice me so I thought I'd try to move on." I grinned at him. I bid him goodbye and headed to honeydukes to re stock my candy. I was about to pay for my sweets when fred and James came up behind me. "How was your date Zabini?" Fred asked. "It was ok." I shrugged. "You went on a date?" James asked a bit accusingly. "Yep." "Oh um that's nice. I uh I gotta go." He said practically sprinting out of the shop. " I told you he liked you." "No he does not." I was still in denial. I paid and left the shop.

James started to act wierd since that day. He started to avoid me and barely spoke to me. Heck even Albus and Scorpius noticed it. I asked Fred about it but he always just shrugged. I started spending less time with the boys and more time with my friends.

The year was over and we were on our way home. I decided that I would speak to James no matter what. "James!" "Yes?" He asked avoiding my eyes. "We need to talk." He shuffled nervously and looked at his feet. "Why have you been avoiding me?" "Avoiding you? I have not!" I gave him a look and he gave me a nervous smile. "Look i-" the train stopped and all the students came rushing out. "We'll talk about this later ok?" He said walking away. I sighed. I'll never get anything out of him.

Seventh year

James ignored all my owls that summer. He didn't even respond to the one about me becoming head girl! I told my dad of it and he sighed and patted my back. Fred still spoke to me though. He told me that James wasn't doing so well. He was always moping. That is very unlike him. Summer before my last year was pretty uneventful. Scorpius and his dad spent a lot of time in our house, not that I minded ofcourse. I wrote letters to the girls who were all travelling to different countries. Since it was my last year, I wanted to try interning with a lawyer of the wizengamot just to get a feel of what my life would be like. It was quite fun to be honest. Summer passed quickly and soon I was walking through the platform for the last time as a student. It was a bitter sweet feeling.

I dropped off my stuff in my compartment and chatted with my friends for a while. Since I had become head girl, anika was the replacement prefect. We headed the the prefect compartment where I had to give out duties. I still didn't know who the head boy was but I guess I'd find out. "James? What are you doing here?" He turned around with a guilty look. "I'm head boy." He said. "But you weren't even a prefect!" "I know, it's odd." I glared at him. He ignored me all summer and now I have to share a dorm with him?! What a life.

I ignored his presence and instructed the prefects of their duties and responsibilities. I have them the schedule and sent them off. As I was about to leave James called out my name. "I don't want to hear it Potter." I threw him an icy glare and walked out. My heart hurt. After all this time I still liked him.

After the feast we all headed back to our respective dorms. It was the first time I'd be away from my friends in school since first year. Usually I would have been happy with James as head boy but at the moment I was very angry.

I set my things in my side of the dorm and head downstairs to the common area where James seemed to be waiting for me. "Y/n! Please just listen to me." "No James. I listened to you last year during school, in the train, I sent you letters but you never responded to them. I think you've lost your chance." I said turning around. He grabbed my wrist and kissed me. I found myself kissing him back.

Realising what I did I pulled away. "No you can't do that! You can't just ignore me and then kiss me!" "I'm sorry I did that to you. When you went on that date with Andrew I got jealous. I was going to tell you I liked you that day but then you went on a date with him and I just snapped I guess. I thought if I distance myself from you my feelings would go away but they didn't. They just became stronger. That's why I didn't answer your letters and I'm sorry." He said looking genuinely sorry. "Why didn't you just talk to me?" I asked making him look at me. "I don't know, I just felt guilty after a point I guess." I wrapped him in a hug. "I forgive you but please never do that again." "You mean that?" I nodded. He immediately kissed me again. My heart fluttered excitedly in my chest. I pulled away for air. "But James, your dad!" "He'll get over it. For now, I just want to be with you."

We didn't plan on telling our friends they way we did. They walked in on us kissing and boy were they pissed. They got over it though. James and I spent most of our time together. It was quite nice actually. Our NEWTS were coming up and I decided to stay back at Hogwarts for Christmas to study. James stayed back too. We occasionally tried to study together but it always failed.

The NEWTS weren't as hard as they were made to be. I think I did quite well honestly. On our last week of school, James and i called our close friends to the head dorm where they would stay the night and we would have fun. We stayed up for most of the night and i cuddled into James' side. "You two are sickeningly sweet." Fred fake gagged. "It's not like you and Audrey are any better." I stuck my tongue out at him. Audrey was Fred's girlfriend. She was nice. "I will really miss this place." Ani sighed. "Me too." "We made so many memories here!" "Let us all promise to stay friends after hogwarts and for the rest of our lives." Said Fred. "Deal" We all said together.

Our graduation ceremony was everything I imagined and better. We sat in the Hogwarts Express for the last time ever as students. I walked onto the platform and sighed. "There's my dad." I pointed in the crowd. "Can I meet him?" James asked me. "You want to?" He nodded. "If you can't meet my father yet, atleast i can meet yours." He followed me to my dad. "Dad, this is James. He is the boyfriend I told you about.""So you are the handsome young lad who stole my daughter's heart? It's great to meet you son. I hope you're taking good care of my daughter.""It's actually her who takes care of me, but I try my best." Dad chuckled. "Good answer. You've got a good one." He told me. I moved to kiss James on the cheek but he moved his face so i kissed his lips. "I'll see you soon, hopefully." He grinned and walked away. I followed my dad and we apparated home.

James' POV

Just as I was about to find my parents, dad walked upto me. I was startled to say the least. "Who's the girl?" He asked me. "Oh no one." I shrugged nervously. "So you just go around kissing no one?" I laughed nervously. Thankfully mom came and saved me. "Ready to go?" She asked. I ran up to her and we apparated home. I spent a few days avoiding dad. I didn't want to answer unnecessary questions about my girlfriend. Unfortunately luck wasn't on my side for long. I was sitting in our backyard when he sat down beside me.

"So tell me about your girlfriend." Well, there was no escaping this now. "She's really sweet yeah, cares about me alot. She's smart and great at quidditch. She's perfect in my eyes." "And her father, doesn't happen to be Blaise Zabini does he because I remember her with him." I started to get angry. When would he see past this silly prejudices. "Yes dad she is his daughter." "I want you to stay away from her." "DAD NO! YOU CAN'T DO THAT!" I yelled at him. "I can do anything I want because I'm your father. That girl is nothing but trouble. Look at his family tree! A whole lot of death eaters they are." "Her father wasn't a death Eater. And nor is she. She's the best thing to happen to me and you can't make me leave her." "Then you leave us. It's either your family or that girl." "THEN I PICK Y/N! Atleast she doesn't make me pick." "Alright then. Leave." "You can't be serious." "I am." "Fine!" I stormed up to my room and whipped out my wand. I packed my belongings and went to Albus' room. I hugged him and then went and hugged lily and walked out the door. But where would I go? I can't go to Fred's house because dad would obviously find me there. So I apparated to the Zabini manor.

I knocked at the door hoping she would be home. "Coming!" Came her sweet voice. "James? What are you doing here?" She asked looking very confused. "I'll tell you everything, but can I come in first?" "Yeah ofcourse." She let me in and I told her everything. I could see the regret and heart break in her eyes when I told her the story. "Oh James! You shouldn't have left!" "What and break up with you?" "If it means you wouldn't lose your family then, yes!" "But what would I do without you? I love you!" "James, my love, you mean everything to me. But family is always more important. You will find someone else to spend your life with. You need to let go." " I can't do that. I need you." "You need your family more. I'll tell you what. Spend a few days here and then go back. Cool your mind. But I'm not going to be with you if it costs you your entire family James. I love you too much for that." I felt years brimming in my eyes but I nodded. She stopped me in a hug and ran her fingers through my hair.

"Y/n? Who is that?" "It's just James dad. Can he stay here for a few days? He got into a fight with his father." "Alright. I'll tell Jenny to fix up a bedroom for him." "Wait dad, is it ok if he sleeps in my bedroom?" "Ok but only for tonight. And no funny buisness you two. I don't need grandchildren this early." She chuckled lightly and shook her head. We went up to her bedroom and got changed. She lied down and pat the space next to her. I joined her in bed and wrapped my arms around her. "I'll love you forever no matter what." I heard her whisper to me before I fell asleep with the love of my life in my arms.

I had stayed with her for a few days and I had to return home that day. I grudgingly packed my things. I kissed her one last time and apparated home. "So you're back I see." Said dad smugly. "Yes. And only because the girl you hate so much forced me to come back." "See. I told you she would ditch you." I started to get angry. "She did not ditch me. She said she'd rather I break up with her than lose you and my family. But clearly she was wrong." Dad looked a bit embarassed after my out burst. I went back to my room and ignored him for the rest of the day. Albus was the only person I talked too because he understood my situation. He was sad too because he liked her in a sisterly way very much. It was a week after I returned and I was looking at career options when dad knocked on my door.

"I just wanted to say I'm sorry. I realise I was wrong in making you break up with that girl who you clearly love. I spoke with hermione and your mother and they too agreed that what I did was wrong. So I am now here to say you have all our blessings." "Really?" I asked unable to believe my ears. "Thanks dad!" I hugged him. "Now go get her tiger. But wait. I want you to give her this." He pulled out a box with the most beautiful ring. "But dad we're so young!" "I know. It was my mom's. I got it back much after I got married so I kept it for you or Albus. You don't have to give it to her right now. But if you do, I wish you all the best." He gave me the box and left. I thought about what he said. Maybe I do want to marry her.

I apparated to Zabini manor and frantically knocked the door. The door opened revealing a disheveled y/n. "James? Why are you back i-" I cut her off and firmly kissed her. "I missed you so much." "I missed you too but what about your dad?" "He's ok with it. He realised his mistake." "That's great James! I'm so happy for you!" "Yeah me too. I also wanted to give you this." I got down on one knee and opened the ring box. "I know we are young, we have so much of our life ahead of us! And I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I love you more than words can say my love. So will you y/n Zabini make me the happiest man on earth and marry me?" Her eyes started to water and she smiled at me. "Ofcourse I will! But not right now. I will stay engaged to you but I want to settle down first you know?" "I understand I do. And I totally agree with you. I'm with you all the way." I got up and spun her around.

I heard a sniffle and we jumped apart. "That was cutest proposal ever!" Said Mr Zabini. "Thank you mr Zabini." I grinned. "Well you might as well start calling me dad." There was a knock on the door. "Oh that must be your father James. I called him when you started your speech." The house elf opened the door and I saw my parents and siblings enter. "I guess it's time to make amends." Dad said to mr Zabini, I mean, other dad. "You must be my future daughter in law." "Yes sir. I am." She smiled at him. Mom came up and hugged her. "It's great to finally meet the girl who is going to marry my oldest little boy!" Mom gushed. "Mom!" I said embarassed. They started to mingle among each other and I sighed happily. Things did get better and I could not be happier.

Four years later

It was finally the day I was going to marry the love of my life. I flattened the non existent creases on my black suit when Fred walked in. "Chill out James you look fine." "How is she?" "She's good too." He was my best man and also one of y/n's best guy friends and so he got to see bith of us but we couldn't see each other since a week which was a bit unfair you know? We were engaged for 4 years which is a long time. In that much time, y/n became a lawyer, I became a professional quidditch player. Time sure flew by.

"Alright James. It's time." Mum said entering my room. "I can't believe you're getting married! It feels like just yesterday you were in diapers." She sniffed. "Mum!" I groaned. "Sorry. Let's go now." I walked to my position on the altar waiting for my beautiful bride to arrive. What felt like hours but was infact only five minutes I saw her. She looked like a godess. Radiance reflected out of her. She looked gorgeous in her white dress. I felt myself tear up as she walked down the aisle with her father. She stood infront of me and grinned.

While the priest spoke I could not take my eyes off her. I was so distracted I didn't realise I had to say my vows. The crowd laughed and I blushed. I recited my vows and so did she.

"I do." "You may now kiss the bride." I was waiting for those words since the start of the week. I kissed her with all the love I held in my heart and the crowd awwd.

At the dinner table fred who was my best man had to give a speech. He spoke of our time in Hogwarts and all the embarassing things I did. Next Jessica who was the maid of honor spoke of y/n's side of things. The guests laughed at our antics. It was time for our first dance. "May I have this dance m'lady" "Yes you may kind sir." She smiled and extended her hand. I pulled her up and we walked to the dance floor. I out my arms around her waist and she on my shoulders. As we swayed to the music I could only think of her.

"I love you Mrs Potter." God I loved saying that. "And I love you Mr Potter."

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#riaswritingchallenge #james sirius potter x reader #james sirius potter #harry potter x reader #harry potter next gen

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angiethewitch · 5 years ago

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bonfires: tell us your favorite story 🌼🌿

when i was little I loved the story "the water babies" by Charles Kingsley! the story goes:

there was a chimney sweep named Tom. he was owned by master grimes, and he was always dirty from sweeping, but he never really cared. his master was cruel to him. one day master grimes had a new customer who was rich and lived in a big mansion, and tom was set to sweep their many chimneys.

on their way, tom and master grimes met a woman, not knowing she was a fairy. she was very handsome and had a pretty shawl. she was the first person who ever asked tom about himself.

when they reached the house, tom swept the chimneys, and he was so tired he accidentally came down the wrong one into a white room with a beautiful little girl lying in bed. tom suddenly saw himself in the mirror and was horrified by how filthy he looked in comparison to the room and the beautiful girl. the girl opened her eyes and started to scream, and her nurse chased him out the window. when he was outside the staff was chasing him, so he ran and ran and ran into the moors. he had no idea the fairy he met earlier was following him, and he kept running into a valley, where he heard bells and headed down a cliff towards the bells to see if he could find food and water.

he finally came across a building and went inside, seeing it was a classroom with an old teacher. the children laughed at his dirty, scrawny figure and the old woman teacher asked him what he wanted. the woman at first told him to go away but eventually saw he was sick and gave him some milk and a place to sleep.

tom thought of the girl and how he terrified her with how dirty he was and suddenly found himself in a meadow with a river, where he took his clothes off to wash. the fairy with the shawl was there and entered the water without Tom seeing where the water fairies gave her a royal welcome. she told them to take care of him but not to let Tom see them. tom had to learn to be good first.

tom had no idea the fairies were turning him into a water baby, and all he knew was that he liked swimming and being clean. he met some strange creatures but eventually became lonely. he confided in a lobster that he wanted to meet more friends, not realising they were all around him.

he ended up on some rocks. it turned out the little girl was there and her name was Ellie. she was with her old professor, fishing for something strange and pretty to show Ellie, and accidentally caught poor Tom, now a tiny little water baby. tom became frightened and bit the old professor, who dropped him im the weeds.

tom met a water baby and planted a garden of sea anemones with her, but caused trouble by putting pebbles into the anemones mouths instead of food. an old woman called Mrs Bedonebyasyoudid came and gave all the babies sweets but put pebbles in toms mouth instead, as he did to the anemones.

tom was sorry for what he did and a pretty lady called Mrs Doasyouwouldbedoneby came and cuddled tom. he had never been cuddled before and promised to be good. sadly, he tried but didn't stay good. he stole cakes from mrs Bedonebyasyoudid. she didn't punish him but just shook her head in disappointment.

eventually, Mrs Bedonebyasyoudid brought tom a teacher, and brought the girl in white, Ellie. she was a water baby too! she recognised tom as the chimney sweep after a week. Ellie told tom how the water babies saved her life when she fell in the water.

before tom could become a real water baby, he had to travel to Shiny Wall and meet an old fairy called Mother Carey who would direct him to Other End of Nowhere where he had to meet master grimes.

when tom met master grimes, he was sad to see what a state his master was in. he was sticking out the top of a chimney and guarded by a magical truncheon which hit him if he complained. the fairies had put him there to punish him for being cruel to tom, a child. he forgave mr grimes and the fairies released him.

tom returned to the river where he met Ellie, where he promised they would marry when he was grown up, so they could live happily ever after as water babies.

sorry this was longer than I expected, I have the book in front of me so I could tell the story. I loved that story as a kid. as an adopted kid, I always felt like the odd one out, I loved the idea of eventually belonging. its a story very dear to me

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multi-fandom-imagine · 5 years ago

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You Are The Reason || Ben Hargreeves ||

A/n: I’m doing it...im doing this idea. So with that being said...Spoilers for Season 2.

A/n2: So I decided to give the reader the ability of Healing with the sub-ability of Resurrection.

Warnings: Death/mentions of death, light smut/hinted at smut, small amount

Summary: You and Ben Hargreeve’s have been close ever since your parents reluctantly let Reginald help you better understand your powers though after the death of Ben and how Reginald treated you. Your parents took you away, it’s not until you received an invitation for a funeral that you see the boy who should be dead but thanks to practice of your powers you’re determined to take a shot at bring him back again....you just hope nothing will go wrong.

Song Inspiration for this fic: Calum Scott & Leona Lewis - You Are The Reason (Duet Version)

Summer: 2002

You did your best to ignore your parents hush whispers though it was hard not eavesdrop on what they were saying. They were talking about you again, about what you did.

/She brought the cat back to life...that’s not normal/

/She’s still our daughter...I’m not sending her away/

Wrapping your arms around yourself you tried to ignore them, so what if you brought your cat back! He was your best friend and it’s not like you meant too do it...all it took was some concentration and he was in your arms again. You didn’t care if your head hurt after words, nor did you care about your nose bleeding after the incident.

Wrapped up in your own thoughts you felt your body collide with another. Wincing you felt a pair of hands steady you. Looking up you spotted a boy your age. Though glancing away from him you knew your father was keeping his eyes on another person. A tall man with a beautiful blonde woman standing beside him along with six other children.

“Can we help you.” Your father nearly growled out, his hands landing protectively on your shoulders drawing you in close.

“I couldn’t help but over hear your predicament...perhaps I can be of help.” Tensing under the mans gaze you felt your father give your shoulders a nervous squeeze.

“Y/n...why don’t you..go ahead and play for a bit...” Glancing up at your father you noticed him tightened his hands into a fist.

“Okay daddy.” Biting your lip you rushed off noticing one of the kids following you.

“Um...I’m Ben.” Holding his hand out you let out a small laugh grasping it giving it a small shake.

“Y/n...wanna play with me?”

Giving one last glance back to Reginald Ben then back you a smile. “Okay!”Beaming at the boy you happily grabbed his hand pulling him towards the swing set.

“We’re gonna be best friends Ben...I know it.”

Fall: 2005.

Smiling you tossed your body on the bed as Ben peeled off his mask, sighing you watched the boy struggle to wrap his wrist.

“Come here idiot..let me help you.”

Dropping his shoulders Ben gave you a small scowl he sat next to you on his bed. “I don’t need you babying me all the time.”

“I’m not babying you Ben...I’m healing you...it’s part of my powers you know.” Lips twitching into a smile Ben just snorted as he held out his injured hand to you. Sighing you shook your head hovering your hand over his, watching the wound slowly close the boy kept his gaze on you.

“You’re amazing.”

Eye’s going wide, you felt warmth on your cheeks as you gave him a shy smile. “You’re pretty amazing yourself Ben.”

Smiling, Ben lent forward as he clumsily pressed his lips against yours.Keeping your eyes open you did your best to return the kiss though it took the door slamming open for you two to pull apart.

“Oh my god! I was right! DIEGO! YOU OWE ME TWENTY BUCKS! THEY TOTALLY KISSED.”

Watching Klaus run out of the room you let out a laugh before standing up you placed a kiss against his cheek.

“See you tomorrow?”

“Y-yea...I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Winter:2006

“TRY HARDER!”

You tried to ignore the man screaming at you but you were to focused on the body laying in front of you. Tears streaming down your cheeks your hands shaking as they hovered over the boy you cared so much about.

Why was this so hard? You brought you cat back?! Why wasn’t this working.

With your hands glowing blue you squeezed your eyes shut praying this would work. Fighting back the crushing feeling in your skull, ignoring the blood trickling out of your nose and the shouts of Reginald pushing you. You missed Klaus screaming at his father to stop and Vanya clutching a phone.

You ignored the slamming of a door, it was your fathers fimiliar voice that broke you from your trance. Blood streaming down your nose, over your lips then finally dripping on your shaking hands your broke down in your fathers arms.

“I couldn’t bring him back daddy! I couldn’t bring him back!” Sobbing you clutched your father’s shirt tightly. Standing up the man slowly backed away, clutching your head to his chest keeping you from seeing the body lying on the table.

“You’re sick...my daughter is not you toy...this....this is it...y/n is not stepping foot in the house again.” Glancing over at the rest of the children his shook his head then quickly left the home.

Spring:2007

You hated this feeling, you never felt so alone.It was strange, with Ben gone you felt a part of you was missing.

“I’m such a failure.” Wiping your eyes you slipped off your bed as you finished packing your things away. After what happened to Ben your father had cut all ties with the family. He wanted to stay far away from the Hargreeves and what better way was that then to move. It was easy thing to do and part of you was glad, you didn’t know if you could face Klaus and the others. Biting back more tears you turned your attention to the window noticing small pebbles hit it.

Opening it up your eyes went wide spotting Klaus, quickly helping the boy in you were surprised by the smile on his face.

“Y/n! I have great news Ben!”

Cutting off you turned your back to him. “Is dead and it’s my fault.”

Klaus sighed stepping close to you, the boy placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. “It’s not your fault y/n and I know that Ben wouldn’t want you to blame yourself.”

Sniffling you shook your head. “You don’t know that.”

“I do because-.”

“Y/n! You ready?!”

“Almost dad! I’ll be right down.”

Frowning Klaus shook his head. “Ready for what?”

“I’m moving...goodbye Klaus....can you...can you tell everyone I’m sorry and if you can speak to Ben...tell...that I...never mind...”

“Wait y/n! you can’t move! Ben...he doesn’t.”

“Stop saying his name Klaus! just stop!.” Tears were now sliding down your face, you didn’t care how much of a mess you looked like. “Leave me alone...goodbye Klaus.”Biting your lip you picked your last box as you walked out the door.

Stepping forward Ben wanted to scream to you the he was still here! He wished that you could see him, he hated seeing that look on your face. Swallowing thickly Klaus stood by his brother painful watching Ben’s heartbroken look.

“I’m sorry Ben...I.”

“It’s fine Klaus....lets just go home.”

Spring:2019

You were surprised that you got an invitation to Reginald Hargreeves funeral, though you were more surprised at yourself for even going to the damn thing.

Smoothing out the black dress you wore then let your hand hover over the door. About to back away it seemed that fate had other plans since the door swung open.

“Klaus!”

“Y/n” laughing you pulled the man in for a hug, he was the only Hargreeves you Kept in contact with, it made things easier when he talked to you about Ben.

Scowling Ben pushed off the couch though his eyes went wide. “When did you get so beautiful.” He’s always knew you were cute but if he wasn’t dead the young man knew you would be taking his breath away.

Looking at the two of you, it was really the first time in a long time that he’s seen that look on Ben’s face. Puffing out his chest he felt a small idea form in his head. “Y/n. Ben say’s hi oh and he thinks you look beautiful.”

“Klaus.”Ben let out a small hiss, really wishing that he could knock his brother up side his head.

Feeling the warmth in your cheeks you cleared out your throat wishing you could see Ben again. You knew it took a lot of energies for the talks you two shared and half the time it was Klaus that had to finish for you two but it felt nice knowing that he was here right now. “He does?...well hi Ben and well thank you...now I wish I could see you so I could pay you a complement too.

Eyes going wide for a moment a large grin formed on Klaus’s face, pushing up from the seat he then grabbed your wrist tugging you up the stairs to his old room.

“Klaus?! Where are we going!”

“Just humor for a minute please y/n?”

Sighing you shook you head stepping into Klaus’s old room.

Glancing around the room your shoulders slumped missing the fact that Ben was sitting on Klaus’s bed.

“I need you to close your eyes for me.”

“Klaus.”

“Y/n...just trust me okay.”

Biting your lip your lip you then closed your eyes as he gently grabbed your hand. “Now I need you to picture Ben...but he’s like us...corporeal.”

Squeezing your eyes tightly shut you felt a smile form on your face. A few tears sliding down your cheeks as you did your best to imagine Ben. First as the boy who took your first kiss then as the man he might have became.

Clutching your hand Klaus took a deep breath in. Klaus was as a blue aura envelop yours and his hand.Hoping that this would work he sent a small pulse of his power, it mixing with yours sending a small jolt of pain to both your finger tips.

“What the fuck Klaus.”

“Did it work?”

“Did what work?! I swear if this is another stupid prank that you and Ben?”

Trailing off your eyes went wide as the quickly moved to where Ben was sitting.

“Ben?”

Standing up Ben stepped closer to you, scared this might be some joke. “ You can see me?”

Nodding your head you bit back a sob as you went to wrap your arms around him. You weren’t expecting much. In reality you were still thinking that you’d fall right through him but what you were touching....he felt real. While his body may have been cold and you could feel his heart beat, you were still holding him.

“I missed you.” Whispering into his chest Ben clung to you like you were his last life line.

“I missed you too y/n” Thumb gliding across your cheek he dropped his hand from Klaus’s loud voice.

“Are you kidding! I mean I can’t believe it worked and really this is adorable you two but why can’t I touch you...okay that came out wrong.”

Shaking your head you gave Klaus a smile followed by a hug before you shoved him out the door.

“Thank you...thank you so much but I would really like some alone time with Ben.”

“Are you going too! He’s still a ghost y/n! You can’t fuck a ghost!”

Clutching the door you gave him the best smile you could. “Doesn’t me I won’t try!” Slamming the door in his face you turned your attention back to Ben he let his hand cup your cheek.

“Can I...can I kiss you.”

Smiling you pressed your chest against his body, this was going to be interesting. “I’m hoping you’ll do more than that.”

Kissing you deeply,Ben moved his hands to your hips before he helped you to the bed. This was going to be an interesting night.

Closing his eyes Klaus continued to bang his head against the door, he did not enjoy the fact that he had to listen to your cries of pleasure as his ghost brother fucked you. Taking a swig of his drink he sighed closing his eyes.

“At least someone is getting it.”

Wrinkling his nose he then pushed himself up before taking on last sip of the alcohol he then pushed the door open.

“First of all gross, second how in the hell is that possible and third...really on my bed.”

Rolling your eyes you scrambled to put back on the black dress. “It’s sex Klaus, which I’m sure you have plenty of, second he feel’s feel to me see.” Turning to Ben you gave him a smile before giving his cheek a small smack.

“Owe.”

“Third...well it’s your fault for even bringing us in here.” Glancing over at Ben you were about to leave before you placed your hand on Klaus’s shoulder. “I have an idea!.”

Grinning you quickly rushed down the steps with both of the boy’s trailing after you.

“Idea! what the hell are you talking about?!”

“Think about it Klaus...if we can make Ben solid...I think I can bring him back.”

“That’s a awful idea” “That’s a great idea!”

Ben turned to glare at Klaus, of course he would agree to this. “Y/n...I’m not going to have you risk yourself for me...not again.” Stepping close to you Ben then grabbed your hand gently.

Sighing you shook your head then gave him a small smile. “Ben...I know what I’m doing. I’m getting better at it so please let me do this.”

Frowning Ben then sighed then took his head as he gave your hand a squeeze, while part of liked that he could touch you. He still wanted to take you out in public, to be normal. “Fine...I doubt that i’d be able to talk you of of it.”

“Perfect...lets do this before everyone arrives...”

Klaus snorted shaking as he grabbed a few item’s that you might need. “The funeral isn’t until tomorrow so I’m sure you’ll be fine...I mean what can go wrong.”

“Okay!..this bad...this is really bad but I...I mean at least nothing went wrong right.”

Narrowing his eyes Ben cradled you against his chest waiting for the ambulance to arrive. “Went wrong? are you out of your mind! She’s unconscious Klaus! what if she dies.” he snapped glancing down at you again spotting the blood tricking out of your nose.

Klaus was about to reply until the door swung open as everyone came through the door.

“Ben!” Ignoring Allison's shocked voice the young man quickly rushed out the door spotting the ambulance arriving.

“I don’t have time for this. Mind filling them in Klaus.”

With know one being able to reply, everyone's attention quickly turned to look at Klaus.

“Soo...uh hi everyone...as you can clearly see Ben is alive again.”

Luther narrowed his eyes for a moment. “What the hell Klaus...do you mind explaining this.”

“I didn’t do anything...y/n is the one to thank.” Grabbing some liquor off a shelf he took a large swig. “She used her resurrection shit...brought him back and then she passed out...probably slipped into a coma...but hey she’s to dead at least.”

Vanyan shook her head then grabbed her coat. “We have to go see if she’s okay...and Ben shouldn’t be alone.”

Deigo nodded his head as he followed his sister’s out the door. “They’re right.”

“Oh fun!”

Watching your unconscious form on the bed, Ben grabbed your hand gently giving it a small squeeze. “This is all my fault....I shouldn’t have agreed.” sighing he brought your hands to his lips. “I just missed you so much y/n...I love you and I just...wanted to be.”

Slowly opening your eyes, you glanced over at Ben letting out a chuckle. “Why are you....so worried you big baby....I love you too.”

“Y/n...wait you do...you love me too?”

Laughing you sat up then winced rubbing your head then sighed as you glanced around the hospital room.

“So I passed out.”

“Yes.”

“Well at least I’m not dead.” Chuckling you then swallowed thickly as the other siblings slipped into the room though you were more shocked to see Five standing in the doorway.

“Five?”

“Hello y/n...”

Summer: 1960

Wincing, you sat up glancing around the area. Stand up you heard a shout come for Ben as the man rushed over to you.

“Thank god you’re okay.”

“I can say the same for you.” Letting out a sigh of relief your fingers brushed Ben’s cheek though the man pulled you in for a hug.

Though pulling back from Ben’s embrace you let out a nervous laugh taking in your surroundings.

“So...where the fuck are we?”

“I think when’s a better question my dear y/n.”

Sauntering up to the pair, Klaus gave his brother and friend a smile though the man was nearly knocked over when you tugged him in for a hug.

“Klaus! thank god you’re here with us.”Smiling at the two you then grasped Ben’s hand.

“Well...how about we go find out..ya?”

#ben hargreeves #benjamin hargreeves #The Umbrella Academy #the umbrella academy season 2 #ben hargreeves x reader #one shot #one shots

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teen-heart-throb-mr-hyde · 5 years ago

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Why Didn’t You Stop Me - Chapter One

bro i can’t believe i actually wrote this anyways im pretty proud. if you wanna read it on ao3 it’s right here

The rain was strange that night. It came infrequently, in short tapping sounds upon the bedroom window. Despite the rain’s strange quietness, it woke Emma.

She stared at the darkened ceiling of her room, feeling her stomach rise and fall with her slow, even breathing. She sighed. Drowsily, Emma pushed herself to sit upon the edge of her bed. Her bare feet touched the cold floor as she stood and hiked up her nightgown ever so slightly with slow fingers. Each step towards her bedroom’s window was passive and delicate in an attempt to stop the floorboards from creaking, which she achieved with some success. With her other hand, she reached to open the window. The whistle of the wind and the hum of a dreaming London always helped her sleep. Moonlight made her thin fingers turn white as she reached for the window’s latch when she paused. There was no rain.

Then a small rock bounced against her window.

Having been knocked out of her tired stupor, Emma rushes to the window and threw it open. She looked down. Standing just a few feet below, rearing back to throw another pebble, was her fiancé, and love of her life, Henry Jekyll.

“Henry!” She called, trying not to laugh. “What on earth are you doing down there?”

He jumped, clearly not expecting her to appear at that particular moment.

“I needed to speak with you!” He called back up.

Emma leaned on her windowsill, her head tilted in amusement. She felt like Juliet.

“Why didn’t you just come in?”

“I needed to speak with you privately.” Henry amended his last statement. “Just…get dressed and come down.”

A sigh escaped her lips. Not of frustration or distress, one of longing. The type of sigh you can only give when the one you care about above all does something incredibly ridiculous. The kind of sigh that can only lead to the utterance of one phrase.

“I love you.”

Emma only caught a glimpse of Henry’s face lighting up in pink and red before she pulled back inside. She dressed as quickly as she could manage, throwing on a pale blouse and simple blue skirt that swept across her feet. She barely put her hair up and rather scandalously, in her mind, didn’t bother with a corset. Besides, she was just meeting Henry. She was getting married to the man in six weeks. Only after a few minutes later, she appeared outside.

When Henry saw Emma, like a beautiful apparition in the moonlight, he rushed to her and caught her in an embrace. She ran a hand across his cheek, coaxing his lips to hers. His kiss felt like the first breath of autumn. Henry pulled away, unable to pull his mouth out of a smile.

“Emma,” He said. “I need your help with my experiment.”

She giggled, slightly perplexed.

“What do you mean?” She asked. “Your proposal was rejected, you don’t have a subject.”

“I know that.” Henry took a few steps from her. “But, I do have a subject.”

Emma placed her hands together. Her stomach knotted with dread.

“Henry, you’re frightening me. What do you mean you have a subject.”

“I’m going to use myself, Emma.” He looked back at her.

That’s what she was afraid he was going to say. She padded forward, clinging onto his arm.

“You can’t be serious…” She said. She rested her head on his shoulder in a fruitless pleading gesture.

“What else am I to do?” Henry pressed his hand over hers reassuringly. He kissed her gently on the cheek. “But I can’t do it myself, I need a witness. I need you.”

It took her a long time to speak again. Emma clung to Henry’s arm, letting the cold wind of the night pass over her skin. She held his arm a little tighter and took in a sharp breath like she was ready to plunge off a cliff into a raging ocean.

“I’ll do it, Henry,” Emma said. “But why come all this way to get me? Why not just get John or Poole to do it?”

Henry turned to look at her, gently taking her hands in his.

“Emma, I’m going to be spending the rest of my life with you.” He said. “If I am to become altered in some way by this, I need you to be there.”

“Oh, my darling, I doubt you’ll change that much. You’re already perfect in my eyes.”

***

The laboratory was never a place Emma was fond of. She would never tell Henry, of course. It was frigid and not particularly well lit and the surgical tools, strange apparatuses and now-empty animal cages that decorated the relatively small room gave her the creeps. Her least favorite aspect of the room, however, was how much time Henry spent toiling away inside. It wasn’t healthy, spending hours, sometimes entire days at a time locked within its confines. Emma supported Henry’s work, no matter what anyone said about it, it was the extreme lengths he went to complete it which worried her.

Emma watched, holding Henry’s journal and a pen at the ready, as he mixed his formula. The process involved several different liquids and powders, none of which Emma knew the name of, much less how to pronounce, all to produce five centiliters of blood-red fluid. Henry raised the hypodermic syringe the formula resided in aloft. He looked back at Emma.

“It’s a thing of beauty, isn’t it?” He asked.

“It’s a bit strange to me.” She said.

“No matter,” He said as he rolled up his left sleeve. There was something frantic in his voice. “This is the moment.”

Despite his visibly shaking fingers, in one swift movement, Henry plunged the straight iron of the syringe’s needle into the vein right in between the end of his forearm and the beginning of his bicep.

“Our moment.”

He injected the formula.

A pause. The air felt so cold that it burned. A single point of black ink bled into the white paper as Emma held the pen to its surface in anticipation.

“So,” She began. “How do you feel.”

Henry stood still. Very still. More still than Emma had ever seen him in fact. His eyes searched the room as his mind searched for the right words.

“Warm. Very warm.” He finally said. “Like there’s this heat spreading through my veins.”

Emma quickly wrote his statement down. Just as she finished, Henry stumbled back, catching himself on the table.

“Henry!”

“No, no, I’m fine.” He waved his hand, smiling a very strange smile. “Just a bit lightheaded.”

Emma watched with bemusement as Henry began to laugh. He placed his head his hand, his whole body shaking ever so slightly from this sudden onslaught of glee.

“A slight feeling of euphoria.” He could barely speak the words.

Delirious laughter echoed through the laboratory. Emma quickly stepped over to the table, putting the journal and pen aside, and grabbing her fiancé by the shoulders.

“Henry? Are you alright?”

As slowly as he lifted his head, his laughter died down. Yet Henry could not remove the grin from his face.

“No noticeable behavioral differences.” He barely managed to keep the laughter down once more.

Emma smiled and sighed, removing her hands from his shoulders and retrieving the journal again. She quickly wrote down the few coherent things he had mentioned.

“Now, the die is cast.” She said, flicking out one last letter.

“I suppose it is,” Henry said, placing his hands on his waist. “We just have to wait. But I’m right.”

Emma covered her hand with her mouth and smiled. She’d got him on one of his little monologues.

“I know I am.” He continued. “But only time can prove my theory now. Prove it to all those fools who didn’t believe me.”

His breathing was ragged.

“I’ll prove it to them. I’ll show them.” He thrust his hand forward as if gesturing to some unseen audience. His smile was full of pride. “I’ll show the world I—“

Henry’s hand dropped. His whole body seemed to go limp from some shock. He stumbled again, and again caught himself against the table. But worst of all, the pride was gone, he looked terrified.

“Henry?” Emma asked, somewhere between horror and good spirits. She felt her own feet stumbling backward. “Is something wrong?”

“Oh, God... What’s this?” He barely choked out. A question to the air. His chest rose and fell at an alarming speed with each hyperventilated breath.

Emma was shaking. She clutched the journal so tightly her knuckles turned white and her nails dug into the black leather of the cover.

“Emma,” He barely stammered. “Some-Something is happening, I can’t explain it!”

Henry’s head suddenly whipped downward. He clutched his face in his hand and desperately gripped to the table with the other. Before his face disappeared, Emma could’ve sworn there was a change in it. Some horrible, near undetectable change.

She couldn’t speak. She couldn’t move. She couldn’t look away.

“There’s something inside me!” He cried out. His voice was strangled. Each word was pushed from his throat with painful effort, and each word was louder and more frantic than the last.

“Emma, it’s driving me insane—“

Henry could barely finish that last word before his voice twisted from barely coherent words to loudest, most agonized scream Emma had ever heard. Both Henry and the journal clattered to the floor. He writhed, his whole body contorting in agony with each cry of anguish. Henry’s voice itself was contorted as well. It began to rasp, seeming to drop deeper as he cried out. Emma wanted to help him. More than anything she wanted to cover her ears and scream, loud enough to drown him out. But she couldn’t. She was paralyzed. Suddenly, Emma felt her eyes playing tricks on her.

Was Henry’s body changing?

She couldn’t bear it. She couldn’t bear to look at that horrible prodigy. Tears came bursting forth from Emma’s eyes as she shielded them with her shaking arms. Her mind was completely submerged in terror.

And then it all stopped.

No more crying out, no more desperate gasps, just silence. Silence and this ever so quiet ragged, rasping breathing.

Slowly, Emma lowered her arms, only to see Henry, no, someone like Henry, standing with his back turned to her. His back was near bent, hunched over the table, as the stared into the mirror just on the opposite side. Emma gasped, tripping backward. He suddenly straightened his posture. He heard her.

With a slow, sweeping movement, his claw-like hand pointed to the journal and pen on the floor. He flicked his wrist upward, wordlessly indicating for her to pick it up. She did, frantically flipping through the pages. The pen rattled in her hand.

“Midnight…” He said. His voice was too low, too deep, too gruff to be Henry’s. He rolled back shoulders. His shoulders were broader than Henry’s, too. “And all’s well.” He added a sing-song tone to his voice.

This creature that stood before Emma and his hands through his undone hair, laughing breathlessly. Calmly, he turned to face Emma, leering and looming over her like some abominable shadow. And finally, when she saw his face, another dagger of fear was driven through her heart.

His face was some gruesome parody of her beloved’s features. Limp strands of hair cast a shadow across his sunken cheekbones, pale lips and dark, merciless eyes. He looked down at his hands, stretching his fingers and savoring the sensation before finally, to her dismay, casting his gaze upon Emma again. His eyes searched for words again, a leering smile pulled his lips.

“Free.”

And once more, laughter echoed throughout the room.

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