#SOBS UNCONTROLLABLY I LOVE THEM SO MUCH YOUR HONOR I LOVE THEM SO FUCKING MUCH AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

[elysialm]

❛ it’s better with you here. ❜

@jiingweii

Her heart sings the ode of love and compassion, bringing the beauty of the world into this land of apocalypse. Elysia softly hums while being inside Eden’s room, doing some small dances here and there while her beloved Golden Star was sitting on the chair at the small table. The tea has already been finished, the sky outside is dark with stars shining brightly and beautifully. What a delightful time, what a beautiful night, what a glorious tomorrow it will be. No matter what others were struggling with, they were looking forward and they were moving towards their destined tomorrow. It made Elysia look at all of them with love and adoration that no one will ever look at them from heavens, even if they will be tarnished and tainted, she’ll love this humanity no matter what will happen. These pure beings, these delightful existences, these lives that were shining so brightly in the eye of the one who lived and loved and remained. 

 Eden’s words only make her heart flutter as she stops in her small dance, opening the blue eyes with a pink iris to showcase the tenderness only allowed for the bearer of Gold. The art, the culture, the beauty were all combined in Eden alone and she shined as the star that led Elysia towards the destined love, she was her soulmate and she was her beloved. Her heart longed for the sound of the songstress’ voice and so did Elysia approach her, on those tiptoes at first, playful in her actions. As if the gentle spring breeze, she would then reach out her hand to caress Eden’s cheek, basking in the delight of this blessing. This melodic voice, this golden gaze, this tender smile and these loving words—all of it made the pinkette feel loved, adored, treasured, and remembered. No matter what, she knew, Eden will remember her and it made the heart of the (First) Herrscher swell. 

“My dearest Eden,” she begins, gently letting her thumb caress the skin of the other once more while looking deeply into those eyes. Eden’s sitting certainly helps with the height difference, allowing the pink fairy to have a rare opportunity to look at the other from above. It was such a rare moment, but one she relished in delighted. With her gaze now half-lidded, Elysia’s gaze softens considerably and lacks that playfulness, instead giving the chance for her immense love and warmth in regards to Eden to shine through, bloom like the prettiest flower on this planet. “Without you, there would be no Elysia as I am today.”

It is a tender confession. The memory of their first meeting, the play Eden showcased will forever live in her memory. It is a memory where their threads intertwined and Ellie - without a doubt - fell in love with the gorgeous star on the stage. The experience was one of the most important ones that have established the person that is Elysia today, an experience that helped her gain the sense of “self” and helped her “love” this world as much as she did. This maiden of melodies and poetry was the embodiment of beauty, the golden apple of immortality that she wished will forever remain shining. No matter what. Though, Elysia understands that struggles of Eden: the wine glass on the table showcases it all too well; thus, the maiden of origin would lean forward just to bit to press her lips to the crown of the older woman’s head. A gentle peck, a symbol of adoration before distancing and once again smiling happily at the other, now wider than before. 

“I will always be with you. No matter what,” she utters, pressing another kiss to the other’s forehead, then cheek, and then finally to her lips. This sweet sensation making her elven ears twitch, but Elysia doesn’t wish to close her eyes before the other, all to remember the sight so beautiful and so magical it would leave anyone breathless. “My dearest, most precious Eden. A part of my heart and my soul, all will forever remain within you.”

[sanjiaftersex]

Pre-timeskip thoughts :

I just finished pre-timeskip and before i get into fishmen arc here are some thoughts

Favorite Strawhat : Sanji, Luffy

Favorite non-Strawhat : nefertari vivi, Bonclay

Other characters I liked : Dr Kureha (girlboss), the baratie workers, portgas d Ace (*sobs uncontrollably*), Hachi the octopus, Vivi's duck karoo, boa hancock, Rayleigh, ivankov HEEHAW,

Favourite friendships : zoro-luffy, zoro-chopper, sanji-ace (sobs uncontrollably), nami-usopp, Luffy-vivi, Luffy-bon chan

Favorite island : Little Garden, Water 7

Favorite Villains :

Captain Kuro and the kuro neko pirates were good and i liked the unique fighting style they had (siam and buchi, then jango was hilarious as hell etc)

Don krieg was the scum of earth but he made the story progress into something more serious and thrilling.

Sawtooth Arlong, the fishmen were all intimidating as hell and the whole arc was filled to the brim with excitement

The Baroque works concept was very cool with all the code names and i felt eager to find out the powers of the duos being revealed slowly. I liked Ms. Goldenweek and Ms doublefinger and would love to see more of them in the future. Finally Crocodile served well as a villain and later as an ally.

Skypiea Eneru (enel?idk) was so formidable and his power was so very unique from all the villains up till that arc, so it was very refreshing to watch. Plus the priests and their fighting style was a good introduction to haki (called as mantra) and its influence in a fight. (Strawhats' fight with satori was fun HOH HO HO).

CP9 were all parts of ruthless and annoying about their government assigned crimes but i like that Chapapa guy the most, he's cute asf and Rob Lucci turning into a tiger gave me a shock lmao. But damn rob lucci as a shipwright was some hot shit

Aokiji gave me blood pressure from how angry he makes me but him letting go off robin in water 7 and all that time ago in ohara, he has left an impression and I'm looking forward to find out more about him

Bartholomew Kuma gave me the HOLY FUCK OH SHIT OH GOD FUCK HE IS HERE AGAIN jolts but then turned out to be a nice person with mysterious lore that im eager to find out so he deserves a place here. Plus his paw paw power is cute

Perona's negative hollow power was hilarious and she's a nice cutie girl who considers zoro a boytoy like me and Luffy so that's a plus

Favourite devil fruit power so far : tori tori no mi : model phoenix (marco) i like the flight and his regeneration power

Favourite moments : Enies Lobby Sogeking shooting down the govt flag as the strawhats announce war against them, sabaody archipelago Luffy punching a celestial dragon (GOAT Luffy), marineford Luffy punching Garp (GOAT LUFFY), Luffy crying after Ace's death, Luffy punching bellamy

Favourite fights : Luffy vs kuro pirates, Luffy vs Crocodile final battle in alabasta, Sanji on the train fighting that ramen guy, zoro vs hachi, little garden final battle

a few tears may or may not have been shed : Chopper's backstory, going merry funeral, little Luffy being kidnapped :(, marineford ace-Luffy

Best arc : Arlong, Little garden, Enies Lobby, Thriller Bark (i love spooky things and tb was hilarious)

Thoughts on the Strawhats :

Luffy : I've grown to love him a lot. His innocence, childlike excitement and badbitchery have rizzed me up, your honor. Also he is a musical genius, minami no shimawa has been SOTY for decades. Plus I really love Luffy's eating moments. He looks so cute and stupid and it melts my heart so much i know a Luffy mukbang show would go SO HARD

Zoro : His backstory felt a bit lukewarm but he later made up for everything. He turned out to be so thoughtful, brave and selfless, especially, zoro's character got new dimension during water 7 saga and ofc thriller bark zoro is one for the history books.

Nami : at first she irked me a bit, but after knowing her backstory, I started loving her. She's strong, resourceful, selfless and smart.

Usopp : his quirks, especially during the G-8 filler arc after skypiea, Usopp's CONDORRRIANO still cracks me up like no other. And him getting all the protective religious gears and garlic necklace when he saw Brook, was hilarious.

Chopper : little baby, soft fuzzy and dumb as fuck but has been so so traumatized. Also Tony Tony chopper has to be the cutest name anyone has ever been given, little baby is always too hard on himself (typical capricorn) and needs to chill.

Franky : I love his dance routines, and his franky family was cool as well. I once even followed one of his routines he does after he landed in the karakuri island (it was a good hip movement after binging one piece for HOURS). Also i miss mozu and kiwi dance icons

Robin : She filled me with rage during water 7, but after her backstory, I understood her more. She's cute and her nihilistic outlook on life is hilarious

Sanji : PERFECTION. He took my heart even before baratie (I saw a person doing leg karate in one of the openings and couldn't wait to meet him). His initial backstory (the starvation and zeff) moved me,and based on that i can see how thoughtful and kind he is. I can't wait to discover more about this wonderful character in depth. His badbitchery with fullbody, His kindness with Gin and don Krieg, the unique way he fights - he had me from the very first appearance. And I can't believe he has more depth to his already beautiful complex character. look at my pretty boy

Brook : i love how polite but chaotic he is and how easily he blends in with the strawhats. And i absolutely love how open minded Luffy was with Brook, and their interactions crack me UP.

General thoughts about op :

- op keeps me on my toes with the constant new islands, the new characters, both allies and villains, being gradually introduced feels very refreshing and thrilling

- Even the Strawhats slowly joined with a fun (sometimes sad) story. The introduction with a fresh face and the development of a new friendship felt good and didn't jumble my brain with too much information at the same time

- I love the dynamics of the strawhats and how wholesome all of them are in their own ways

- The summit war wasn't as exciting as i was expecting, it felt too drawn out and the constant switch between different fight scenes and fighting parties made things feel unfinished. On that note, whitebeard and his pirates were disappointing asf

- Excited to see more of Bartholomew Kuma, shanks, crocodile, mihawk, ivankov, perona, captain kidd, Law

- Bon chan is GOAT and i better be seeing him soon

Looking forward to see what the series has in store for me <3

[1pcii]

SHADAHKNKAS saw u in the notes of some kuina posts and that made me realize that there is simply a bond with kuina and tashigi fans, who may even often be the same fan, because AOUGHHH KUINA I CARE HIM SO MUCH episode 19 literally changed me forever. swords + gender struggles are all you need to hook me on a character sometimes Maybe. the whole greatest swordsman promise... sob. also. something about zoro promising his name will reach the heavens and trans kuina. which made me think.. what if kuina and The trans fear of dying then having your deadname on your tombstone that you can't do anything about because you're dead. kuina dying before they even get to figure everything out and all of a sudden he's just known as kuina forever, and then zoro making a name for himself in kuina's honor or something idk (i like zoro's backstory) (KUINA )

THERE ISS. people who theorise that they are secretly related or the same person or direct parallels are so close to getting it but don't imo (no shade to those theories tho, I just personally find them narratively unsatisfying).

like they are parallels in that kuina is symbolic of the sexism people suffer and tashigi is an adult woman who has come out the other end sword swinging but ultimately so unsure of herself as a result. also the (trans)genderisms, we are all hand in hand 🤝.

MAN KUINAS STORY BROKE ME DOWN ON A BASE LEVEL AND REWIRED NY BRAIN. I had to take a break from reading just to let it soak in it's so good, a swordsmans promise indeed, that scene was beautiful, I love zoro the world's first a accidental feminist <3. zoro carrying on her dream with his will never not have me in hysterics.

FUCK YEA THATS SUCH A GOOD IDEA. I have soo many thoughts about baby!zoro and kuina and trangenderism. egg kuina cis zoro, egg kuina STEALTH TRANS ZORO ABSVDJFBKSHDKDN <333.

little baby zoro looking at his grave with the uncontrollable urge to carve out those letters. to carry and rearrange them and make sure they get back to him in the afterlife spelling 'worlds greatest swordsman'.

trans kuina makes me so emotional because ultimately I don't know if they were canonically trans but it's my FAVOURITE 'what if' for them. they never really got to be anyone outside the dojo masters daughter. the failure of a heir and the girl who beat zoro 2001 times. who would they have been if they got to grow up? come to terms with themselves and unlearned all that heavy, painful biases pushed onto them? as a transmasc who's studying into a (cis)male dominated field myself ik, the feelings of 'betrayal' and 'proving misogynists right' and imposter syndrome and inadequacy issues and perfectionism they might've gone through,,, sobbing my eyes out HE MEANS EVERYTHING TO MEE.

zoros backstory is genuinely one of my favourite parts of the manga idc how 'simple' it was it's still beautiful.

[mindninjax]

for the anonymously tell you what i think without commenting thing. and if you want you can respond with a meme to combine the two memes together ^^

here is what i think about you.

you are a top notch writer and one of my favorite Baku and Kiri content out there. not to mention you do anyone else you write for such justice. you keep to their character and i appreciate it so much! ^^

the way you write...not that's were the magic is. your style, the words you use. i LOVE your inner monologues of characters. you have such an uncanny ability to describe how they feel in such an accurate but professional fashion sometimes i just get giddy over a single sentence you wrote cause i love it so much! your writing is a total gem and i am so glad i found your work as your one of my top favorite writers on here.

now you as a person. you are SO funny XD it never fails i feel like concrete shit and i'll read something you write or a response to something and i will laugh uncontrollably. mostly because you always seem to say what im always thinking but you put it in such a funny fashion i lose it XD not to mention your tags SLAY ME! XD in fact your the reason i started reading tags regularly to find gems like yours on others works XD we always seem to be in the same wave link when it comes to simping, characters, and just in general everything and i love that. honestly i say all the time how honored i am to be friends with you -which i totally do and still feels like a dream come true- but it was just a matter of time XD LOL

you are one of the few people on here that i wish with all my soul i could meet in person and hug. i think hanging out with you would be a blast and i wish it pretty hard XD

when im stuck and needing to get somewhere in my writing your one of the first ones i come to skim through to inspire me in my writing -especially if im writing baku or kiri- for x readers cause for some reason they are difficult for me DX but your so good at them. ^_^

anyway i think thats it from me! i hope you have a brilliant day and i apologize i meant to send this last night but things got busy and had to write it this morning instead ;) go for the moon Puffs! i'm right behind you~

THE WAY I HAD TO RETREAT TO MY FUCKING WORK PLACE BATHROOM TO SOB MY GODDAMN EYES OUT ARE YOU JOSHING ME NONNIE?!?

I—

words I don’t even have them because damn. So instead I can tell you how I immediately read this ask and got up and flew to the bathroom and my coworker was like “Hey you good?” And I had to hide the tears real slick like so she wouldn’t know about my secret life on the internet and also so that she wouldn’t know that I’m literally on the verge of bawling because you were this nice to me.

Please I love you so fucking much! I am SO happy we’re friends I’m happy to have a friend like you and just BDKDBDB. Yeah boo. Also I promised memes so here’s so dumb funny ones I found the other day that legit had me wheezing ok BYE

[lilacsandwhiskey]

Simp prompts "it's okay, I promise, I'll be here when you wake up" for Drake x Riley. I don't care who says it to who...

Leaving 18+

Pairing: Drake Walker x Riley Brooks

A/U where Riley was previously in Drake’s life while he was in college, until the day Leo showed up at his door and whisked the man away. Riley never even got a goodbye. This takes place after running into each other in NYC that night when she’s his waitress.

Warnings: smutttty, angst, trash writing, language, did not proofread:)

prompt from simp softness prompts from @soulmemes

Riley was mad at herself. Furious actually.

When Drake walked into the restaurant she worked at, the thought crossed her mind to walk up and slap him across the face. Or kiss him. Or cry. Or all of the above.

But instead, she walked up, cool, calm, and collected. Drake found that more terrifying than anything. The four men sat at the table, Drake’s eyes practically bugging out of his head, while the other three took part in a conversation among themselves - something about one of them almost died at the top of the Empire State Building or something like that.

The table was already frustrating from seeing Drake, but the remarks from the one with the slicked back hair and fancy suit made it almost unbearable. Drake finally spoke up, ordering for the table before skittishly saying Riley’s name in question.

“Yes, hi Drake. I’ll be back with your drinks.” Riley attempted to look unbothered but as soon as she turned on her heel away from the table she wanted to throw up.

“Stop it!” Riley cried out for the sixth time while Drake pinched the sides of her hips, making her laugh uncontrollably. “Fine, fine.” He pulled Riley into him, lifting up one of her hands with his own and staring at it.

Riley finally caught her breath. “What ya thinking about in that pretty little head, Drake Walker?” Drake played aimlessly with her fingers, looking at her through his dark eyelashes. “Just a future with you, Brooks.”

It was only weeks later that the brown-headed Cordonian boy left without a trace, without so much as a word or call. Soon, Riley’s number couldn’t make it through the dial, and she was left to heal a broken heart on her own. She hated the idea of Drake. The way he held her so close the night before he was gone.

She’d buried her head inside his chest, asking for an answer for what they were going to do after graduation. Graduation was still over a year away but Riley couldn’t help but to think about what was going to happen when they walked across the stage.

After several words of affirmation, Drake held Riley close, kissing her forehead. “It’s okay, I promise I’ll be here when you wake up.”

And then he wasn’t. When Riley woke up, she recognized that the bed was colder than usual, she was free to move around on the small twin xl bed. She figured Drake had left to get something from his room, as this wasn’t like him at all. When an hour had passed by with no trace, no call or text back, she resulted to contacting his roommate.

Riley recalled the sobs that fell from her lips when his roommate was frantic on the phone, mentioning that there was not a single thing left behind except for the clothes he’d left in Riley’s room. They searched high and low for a letter, a note, something, but came up with nothing.

Now here she was, facing the boy turned man that had broken her heart into tiny little pieces. Riley went to the back of the restaurant to control her breathing before facing her past again.

After their order had been delivered, Riley took it upon herself to begin closing up, starting with wiping down the bar and tables. All of this in attempt to occupy her mind. That changed when the blonde who you’d only assume was his friend, Liam, that’d you’d seen in pictures on Drake’s desk, walks up ready to pay for the meal for everyone. Thankful that everyone was told to wait outside, Riley engaged in the casual conversation with Liam.

“So you’re the infamous Riley?” “So, that’s what they call me in your parts.” Riley responded, swiping the credit card through the machine. Liam could only grin, but there was no doubt that he could see why his friend fell so hard for her. Of course he’d gotten to know her over phone calls and video chats when she was in Drake’s room, but seeing her in person, watching the way she was able to pull herself together so quickly in what must have been a hard moment, Liam knew why Drake never stopped talking about her.

Drake hadn’t said her name in well over a year, but Liam had caught his friend stalking her social media just months ago. “Look, I’m sure you have a thousand assumptions about the man, but I promise he didn’t leave you. He had to leave behind a life he created over something he had no control of.” Riley scoffed, Liam noticed she was barely taking in the excuse. “If you love someone, you don’t leave without a trace. It doesn’t matter anyway, that was college and many years ago. Not like it means anything now.”

After leaving a rather large tip, Liam thanked Riley for her patience and hospitality before heading out the door. Liam noticed that Drake had separated himself from the group, wandering around and staring up at the sky as if he was searching for something. “Ready to go?”

——————

Riley felt her phone buzz in her pocket for the eighteenth time, she was sure. When she clocked out, she finally slid her phone out of her pocket, revealing several text messages from Cassie. Riley knew a brisk call would be better than even attempting to read through all of the messages.

“Cassie, what gave you the idea that texting me a thousand times was okay?” “Look, you have to come out with me tonight. Sarah bailed and you know I don’t want to go clubbing alone.”

Riley mumbled goodbyes to the cooks who were closing up, placing the phone between her shoulder and ear. “Cassie…” “Please, I’m begging.” After the night she had, she thought it could be a good idea to get her mind off of things, aimlessly flirt with some guys and get some free drinks. “Meet me at my apartment in ten so I can get ready.”

——————

The driver followed his directions that Maxwell had given to the club. Drake sat with his head at the window, staring at the lights, wishing he could just go back to the penthouse and fall asleep for the night.

“Drake..” Liam pulled the man from his thoughts as he looked over to his friend. “Why didn’t you say something?” “It was clear she didn’t want to see me. And, who knew we’d run into her anyway? That was the last thing I’d expect in this city.” Drake replied, sitting further back in his seat.

“Did you expect her to welcome you with a hug and kiss? Dude, she got her heartbroken. And I feel just as guilty because I know why you came back but she deserves something.” “Can we just drop it?” Liam shrugged his shoulder with a slight scoff, knowing this was how hard-headed his best friend was.

As they walked into the club Maxwell had sought out, Drake felt the dread enter deeply into his body. Individuals dancing on others, music blasting through the speakers, nothing but the smell of too much perfume, alcohol, and sweat. Drake pushed pass his friends to sought out the bar, where he’d occupy for the rest of the night.

Drake reached the bar, taking an empty seat as the bartender diverted his attention to him as he cleaned a glass. “Whiskey, please.” Drake placed his elbows on the counter just as he heard a familiar voice coming up behind him.

“You tricked me, Cass.” “I knew you wouldn’t come if you didn’t feel bad for me. Sarah may have changed her mind, okay.” Drake turned his head the other way, in hopes she didn’t notice him. He couldn’t help but side-eye her though, taking in the tiny emerald dress that was hugging her body - instead of the baggy t-shirt and shorts she was wearing prior. Her hair was pulled out of the loose bun and was now laying down her back in loose waves.

“Whiskey, please.” She sighed. Drake smirked, knowing he was the one who got her hooked on a simple glass of whiskey. Then he heard a groan, knowing she’d looked and noticed him. Drake cleared his throat. “You following me, Drake?” A very Riley thing to ask.

“I wish I could say so, but my friends dragged me here.” “Thought so, you always said this wasn’t your scene.” Riley air quoted as she talked, nursing the whiskey that had been placed in front of her. She never made eye contact though. “You know, I never thought I’d see you again, and now that I do, I don’t even know what to say. Maybe… Fuck you?” Drake almost let out a laugh, nodding his head. “Guess I deserve that.” “Yeah, no guessing. Flat out.”

Drake admired her for keeping herself calm and collected. Drake himself was about to pass out from his nerves of being so close to the one girl he’d loved the most. “It’s been five years. You’ve changed a lot.” “That’s what happens to people, typically.” Riley remarked. “Can we talk?” Drake blurted out. Riley still didn’t make eye contact with him. “Please, I just.. I need to be honest with you.” “For once in his life, Drake Walker wants to explain himself… wants to be honest. What does me the honors?” “Brooks.” “Fine, lay it out.” She patted the table. “Not here.”

Riley’s eyes finally met his face. “You think I want to go somewhere with you?” “You once trust me, didn’t you?” “Yeah, once.” “Trust me again.” “It doesn’t work like that, Drake.” Drake nodded his head. “I get that but please, just not here.” His eyes wandered the room. “Fine.” Riley shoved herself from the table, Drake scrambling to leave some bills on the counter before attempting to catch up with her. She had dragged who looked to be her friends to the side who were eying her with devious smiles, in which she returned with a slight shove.

Drake shot a quick text to his friends that he’d meet back up with them later. When Riley was out hailing a taxi, she still had yet to say a word to him from leaving the table. The ride to whatever location made Drake’s heart wrench. When they pulled up to a brick building, Riley handed the man cash and got out quickly, Drake on her heels.

Shockingly, Riley had managed to feel comfortable enough to bring Drake to her haven, her home, in the midst of New York. “Welcome to my humble abode.” She stood in her studio apartment, leaning up against the counter as she watched Drake observe the room. “Much different than your dorm decor.” “Yeah, not so much into patterns anymore.” Riley replied.

The silence between them thickened. “Okay, Drake, I didn’t invite you to my place so you could stalk around trying to take in the bits of me you missed out on. You said you’d explain yourself. And I’m tired of waiting.” Drake found himself speechless. “See, you don’t even care to say anything. After all these years, after the heartbreak and the hurt you put me through, you can’t say anything. Do you know what you leaving did to me? Do you know how much it hurt to plan a future with someone then wake up to no trace? Hell, I get we were kids but come on, that doesn’t mean it didn’t affect me.” “Riley…” “No, I gave you the chance to talk. I’m taking my opportunity. Do you know how low you have to be to drop the girl who’d do anything for you? I was willing to wait for you. I was so patient with you, for you to come around to your senses that we belonged together. I was there. Do you-“ “Dammit, Brooks.”

Drake moved swiftly, crashing his own lips on Riley’s in efforts to shut her up - and it worked. Drake rested his hand on her cheek, the other on her back pulling her into him, suddenly reminiscing on the times that those lips had been all over him before. Riley slowly lifted her arms up to tug the back of his head, before finally coming to her own senses and pushing him away. “What the hell, Drake?!”

“You wouldn’t let me talk and I need to get this out. For five years, I’ve wondered about you. I’ve thought nonstop about you and what we couldve been. I regretted so much, recognizing that we could’ve been fucking married by now. Isn’t that crazy? Yeah, we were two college kids who couldn’t get enough of each other but I met you and I knew you were special. You wanna know why I left? Because my best friend needed me. I couldn’t tell you what was going on because it’s confidential what goes on in his life. I couldn’t bring you home to meet my family because I didn’t have a home - I lived in a palace with my best friend because my mom couldn’t take care of me and my sister. That’s the truth. My best friend needed me and just like I always do, I went back. I ran. And I missed out on the greatest thing in life but I couldn’t tell you. I was sworn to secrecy.”

Riley stared, lips slightly opened, tears brimming her eyes. “Brooks, I’ve thought about you every single day. Liam told me how stupid I was to leave you, I knew how stupid I was, but I needed to be back. I needed to be in Cordonia. But that didn’t change the way I felt. I thought about you… every damn day.” Riley swallowed hard before stepping just a little closer.

“I’m not saying this will fix everything or hell, I don’t know if you ever want to see me again, but just know I never wanted to leave you. My intentions were to start my own life with you. It’s been five years but that hasn’t stopped me.” Drake took his own step closer to the love of his life, closing the gap between them. “Show me.” Riley said above a whisper. “Hm.” “Show me that you never wanted to leave.”

Drake’s body crashed into Riley’s before picking her up and setting her on the counter. “I never stopped loving you.” Drake mumbled between kisses, moving his lips desperately to her neck. He couldn’t believe this was happening. He never thought he’d see this girl again much less be kissing her.

Drake swiftly brought her from the counter, holding her body close to his as she mumbled directions to her room. This was real.

Drake laid Riley on the bed, careful to make sure she was really in front of him. “Are you.. are you sure?” “Yes.” Riley shimmied quickly out of her small dress, laying back on the bed before urging the man in front of her to prove her wrong - that he did care all this time. Drake felt his heart jump as he slowly hovered over her, kissing her neck, down to her breasts. His fingers slowly traced down her arm, to her stomach, right above her underwear.

“You are so beautiful. Always have been.” He said. Drake slowly caressed the skin above her waistband before inching his fingers down to her heat, slowly sliding a finger in, causing her to arch her back. Drake kept his mouth placed on her own as she let out small desperate moans. This was it.

Drake managed to slide a condom out of his wallet, giving a few pumps before putting it on. “Brooks, are you sure?” “Yes.” Riley consented. With a long kiss, Drake slowly pushed inside of Riley, managing to fit his entirety into her. Gasps came from both of them, wide eyes staring into each other. “Are you okay?” “Yes, go on.” Drake slowly began rolling his hips into Riley’s, moans slipping through both of their lips.

This was different. It wasn’t two horny college students handling their frustrations. This was two adults who needed each other. Two people who were made for each other but didn’t know how the world would work to make it happen. And here they were riding out their highs together, Drake collapsing on Riley as she pulled him into her.

Her hands found his curls, twirling them around on her fingers, recognizing that she hadn’t felt this in a long time - and never thought she ever would again. After the moments they spent together, Riley found herself getting insecure.

Barely any conversation had been held for both of them to really understand what this could be or what realm had just been opened. He still very well lived across the world, and they both had growing up to do since the last time they saw each other. Of course they were different people, but who were they for each other now?

A silent tear escaped Riley’s eye as the man on top of her steadied his breathing, getting up quickly to clean himself up. Riley scooted over, bringing the blankets to cover her body. When Drake joined her again, he wrapped an arm around her, placing kisses to her forehead. “What is it?” He asked, noticing her tears. “Where does this leave us?” “We’re gonna figure this out, Brooks. I’m not leaving you again. It’s okay, I promise I’ll be here when you wake up. We both need to understand what this is and could be and who we are now. All I know is, I’ve missed you, Brooks. And I hope you missed me too.”

[ceratonia-siliqua]

Sweeter Than Sugar (Ch 3)

Collab fic with @send-me-your-hcs

Summary: Tony is a man of refinement. Only the best, the highest quality specimens get added to his collection. Peter, a beautiful and very rare male omega, quickly becomes his favorite of all his pets. The perfect omega deserves an equally-perfect alpha. (Or: An a/b/o au where pet owner!Tony forcibly mates Peter and Bucky together for his own enjoyment.)

Warnings: Underage, noncon, a/b/o au, dark!Tony, confinement, forced pet play dynamics, forced mating/in heat cycles, minor violence, forced daddy kink, forced feminization, gang r/ape, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat.

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Bucky knows something is going down the moment he enters his kennel, Tony can tell.

He hasn’t had to use the reinforced steel stockade in years, not since Bucky was still new to him. Bucky is anxious and wary as Tony secures him tightly on his knees, his neck and wrists bound, rendering him immobile. “Don’t worry, my love,” he reassures gently. “Your omega’s been a naughty little boy, but once his punishment is over, we can all move on. You know Daddy’s very forgiving. I’ll forgive Peter too, just as soon as he asks for it.”

Bucky’s beautiful steel-blue eyes fixate on the bruise marring Tony’s cheek. He gently runs his fingers through the alpha’s long, silky hair as he pops the mouth guard gag past Bucky’s lips, keeping his sharp canines safely tucked away from their guests and his frightening, bone-chilling growls as stifled as possible.

With Bucky properly restrained, Tony heads back upstairs and enters Peter’s cell for the first time since the incident this morning. Peter looks at him long enough to see he’s come alone, then turns back to his filthy blankets, snubbing him. Tony almost smirks to himself as he walks over, head held high, and stops in front of the large round bed.

“Do you want to see your alpha, baby?” he asks. The sound of his voice shouldn’t startle Peter, but somehow it does.

Peter doesn’t look at him. His face is pressed to one of his messy pillows, but he nods, dejectedly.

“Very well,” Tony says. He snaps his fingers and points to his feet, his universal sign of come here. “The sooner you get over here, the sooner you’ll get to see him.”

The boy reminds him of a sullen, sulky child as he drags his limp body to the edge of the bed and onto the floor. He keeps his head down, a dog who knows he’s displeased his master, and waits for Tony to grab him by his leash, deceivingly meek and obedient.

“Turn around, baby. Show me that pretty little hole before it gets ruined again.”

A scarlet blush covers Peter’s face, neck and chest as he obeys, turning and pressing his forehead to the floor, ass up and trembling. His ass has finally returned to a more natural state, baby pink instead of deep red, tight and modestly damp instead of gaping open and pouring come and slick. It’s a bit of an illusion, though - when Tony presses his thumb against the puckered skin, it gives immediately, stretching smooth and straight and opening up for him in that beautiful way only omega holes can. It’s like pressing a button to switch between an asshole and a cunt; untouched, it’s a hole no different from anyone else’s, but as soon as the slightest stimulation comes along, it blooms like a flower in the sun, opens up hungrily and greedily, transforming before his very eyes.

Entranced, Tony fingers the boy’s delectable little pussy as he slips another, albeit weaker heat inducer inside of him. Peter won’t need any detailed stretching or preparation - not this time around - so he plays with the little omega’s broken-in fuckhole purely for indulgence’s sake. By the time Peter’s rim is turning dark red, puffy and starting to leak, the pill has taken effect and the poor thing is whining uncontrollably into the marble floor.

Tony’s tempted to make him crawl all the way downstairs, sobbing and shaking and leaking like a broken faucet, but he’d never risk skinning his princess’s poor sensitive knees. He unhooks Peter’s chain from the wall, gathers his small, trembling body in his arms, and carries him all the way to Bucky’s cell like the compassionate, generous owner that he is.

It’s a chorus of joy and suffering the moment they step inside. A gorgeous melody of pleading cries, muffled shouts, moans, groans, whimpers, whines. Peter flails trying to get to his alpha - Bucky does his damned best to wrench the stockade from its base inlaid in the concrete slab, but it holds firm. Peter is absolutely adorable as he reaches for Bucky with both hands, crying out, “Alpha, alpha…!” Like if he calls urgently enough, Bucky will shatter his restraints and come to him.

His little pets are so fucking cute.

But now is not the time to indulge them. A lesson needs to be learned here, first and foremost. Emotionlessly, Tony chains Peter to the opposite wall, shortening the leash so the feisty little omega can’t quite reach his alpha at the other end of the long room. While the two scramble trying to get to each other, Tony rolls in one of his breeding benches, parks and secures it in the center of the room, and hoists Peter’s flailing body onto it.

Oh, the little omega puts up quite a struggle then. Tony presses Peter’s body over the arch in the bench, his stomach flat on the plush leather, arms folded behind his back, legs spread, ass up to expose his leaking pussy. Bucky gets the best view in the house - restrained on his knees with Peter’s gorgeous fuckhole staring him in the face. If Tony rolled the bench closer and removed the gag, Bucky would be at the perfect height to eat the little pup out.

The thought intrigues him. Maybe after, he thinks.

He tests each cuff on Peter’s neck, thighs, wrists and ankles to ensure he’s secured, then gives the bench a hard shove to make sure the wheels are locked, properly holding the contraption still so it won’t slide everywhere in the middle of the action.

With everything ready, he supposes this is the perfect time to lecture his ornery little omega, circling Peter’s bound body as he clasps his hands behind his back.

“Peter,” he says firmly, earning himself a fearful, hateful glare from those big brown eyes. “I know you’re smart enough to understand the concept of corrective discipline. I’m about to teach you a very important lesson - everything you have, everything you have been given, including your bond with your new mate and all of the pleasure it’s brought you - they are all gifts from me.”

He steps closer, stares down at that beautiful, angry little face.

“You may not like it, you can hate this place all you want, but it doesn’t change the fact that you are mine, Peter, and the sooner you come to terms with that, the better off you’ll be.” He gestures to Bucky, kneeling behind the boy, head bowed in defeat. “I would like nothing more than to keep you and your mate happily tangled together all day long. But this morning, you chose to throw my kindness and generosity back in my face and behaved, simply put, like an animal. So, this is a moment I want you to remember the next time you’re feeling angry or hard-done by: I don’t have to give you any of these luxuries. I can - and will - replace them with much less favorable conditions if you misbehave. Hopefully, the harshness of this punishment will help this lesson stick in your tender little brain.”

He pets the boy’s head gently, then circles around him to address Bucky. “As for you, Bucky, my wonderful boy - perhaps take the opportunity to educate your omega the next time I’m kind enough to leave you two together. He chose to step out of line and brought this punishment down on both of you. If you don’t want it to happen again, I suggest you have a long and thorough chat with him about who’s in charge around here.” He strokes Bucky’s stubble-covered cheek. Bucky’s conflicted, despaired gaze is turned away from him, as good of a sign of submission as any.

Perfectly on time, Tony’s phone dings in his pocket then, alerting him that his honored guests have arrived.

He kisses Bucky’s forehead, pats Peter’s trembling flank, and heads for the lobby to greet their visitors.

—

He gets himself a nice chair for the show.

It’s not nearly as comfortable as his armchair upstairs, but it’s good enough. He reclines in the corner, feet propped up on Bucky’s table between the alpha’s food and water dishes, crossed at the ankle as he lounges comfortably. His guests are standing throughout the room, but each of them knows better than to stand in front of him, obstructing his view. Most stand against the glass wall, in front of Peter’s hysteric, sobbing face, as far away from Bucky’s enraged fury as they can get.

He’s chosen some of the best men he knows. Betas, like him, who lean more to the above-average side of the spectrum when it comes to things like height, weight and cock size. None of them can compare to the sheer massive size of an alpha, but that’s almost the point of this punishment.

Oh, how little Peter screams and fights when the first beta mounts him.

It must be so confusing. His little cunt, dripping with slick, begging to be filled, to be fucked and knotted - only to be given a too-small, too-thin, unsatisfactory beta cock. Some mated omegas have claimed that the semen of anyone apart from their alpha’s burns when it’s pumped inside them, which hasn’t been properly tested or proven, but Tony is tempted to believe it after watching Peter squeal and thrash when the first man creampies him.

And yet, oh, the poor little thing’s hips are moving so desperately. His heat has fully taken hold of him, now - compelling him to be bred, to seek out and attract his mate by any means necessary. With Bucky kneeling so close behind him, close enough to smell and hear, Peter’s body seems to be wonderfully confused. He rides each beta cock that’s humped inside of him like he needs their come to live, then jerks and sobs when he finally gets what his needy little body is after.

It’s a beautiful sight.

Bucky clearly doesn’t agree. Snarling like an aggressive dog, Tony doesn’t blame his guests for quailing away from the bound beast. Frothy spit drips from the alpha’s chin as he does his best to bare his teeth with the mouth guard gagging his lips open. The stockade makes loud, thundering bangs every time he tries to dislodge it from its base, desperate to tear the beta in front of him away from his omega and rip him in half like a Christmas cracker. He’s unsuccessful, of course - Tony built that stockade to withstand an alpha even larger than Thor - but it’s intimidating all the same.

After the third beta has had his turn, Peter goes limp on his bench. He whines pitifully as the fourth man mounts him, sliding inside easily, stirring the mess of come and slick inside of his fuckhole with his dick. Peter, as unwilling as he is, can’t stop himself from moaning and rolling his hips in tandem with the beta’s, trying to make the man’s cock fill him deeper, wider, fuller. Tony smiles at the desperate way Peter is bouncing his hips. It must be maddening, to be fucked over and over again by a series of eager cocks not biologically designed to satisfy you.

Slick and beta come glob onto the floor as Peter desperately rides the man standing behind him. Bucky howls through his gag like he’s being castrated, vicious and frantic to get to his mate and breed him properly. Tony grins at the desperate struggling his gorgeous alpha is still putting up. It makes him rise to his feet almost subconsciously, not sparing the breeding bench a glance as he walks around it and approaches the stockade.

Bucky knows better than to lunge for him. Still, his thrashing increases tenfold when he thinks his Daddy might be crouching behind him to undo his restraints. Tony loves how basic, how single-minded heats and ruts make his pets become, how they reduce them to their most primitive selves. Like this, Bucky can’t even fathom why Tony wouldn’t free him and allow him to defend and claim his mate. Without a doubt, all thoughts of lessons and punishments have been pushed far from the alpha’s mind. He’s a beast, like this. A pitiful, powerless beast.

He grunts and snarls when Tony cups his huge, distended balls. Rigid, swollen and heavy with fresh come, they hang dark and tight between Bucky’s legs, nearly touching the floor. Tony gently massages them, watching the alpha’s massive cock bob and leak precome from the stimulation. Poor thing. He truly doesn’t deserve to be tormented like this, but Tony can only hope he uses this pain as motivation in helping him train and tame Peter.

As five betas becomes six and then seven, Tony stays crouched behind Bucky, gently working his balls with the palms of his hands to provide some relief for his aching, anguished alpha. Peter’s pitiful cries fill the room, louder than the pleasured groans of the men filling him, louder even than Bucky’s muffled screams of rage.

That’s why Tony is able to hear it so clearly when his baby sobs, “I’m - I’m sorry, D...Daddy, ‘m sorry, ‘m sorry.” Sobbing so hard, the words shatter like glass as they leave his damp lips. “Daddy I’m sorry, please forgive me, p-please, Daddy!” Tony stands, almost leaping to grab the beta still humping away wantonly at his princess’s backside and fling him off without a care.

“Baby,” he soothes instantly, stroking Peter’s trembling flank to try and settle his wailing sobs. “Oh, sweetheart, my little princess, hush now. You’re all right.” He leans in, kisses the omega’s quivering back, stroking his sweat-matted hair. “It’s all right now, sweet boy. Daddy forgives you.”

Impatiently, Tony snaps his fingers, dismissing the men without so much as looking at them. As the last one files out, the door automatically locking behind him, Tony undoes Peter’s cuffs but leaves him bent over the bench, hanging there limply, as he once more crouches beside Bucky. He removes the gag, opens Bucky’s restraints, and is quick to jerk back as Bucky surges upwards and descends on Peter with pure animal desperation.

And still, Tony’s wonderful boy is human enough to gather his tiny mate in his arms and carry him over to his bed, crowding him against the dull greys of his bedding as he slots himself between Peter’s spread legs and pumps his cock inside of him. Peter mewls gratefully, arms iron-tight around Bucky’s neck, his trembling legs trying to cling to Bucky’s wide waist, their chests pressed flush together as Bucky sinks his teeth into Peter’s mating bite, sinks his cock into Peter’s well-fucked cunt.

Smiling, Tony returns to the proper side of the glass, leaving the pair to their own devices - or as close as he’s willing to allow them to come to it. He watches for the better part of an hour as Bucky breeds, grooms, gentles and then breeds Peter once again, repeating the process over and over, making sure to pay special attention each time he licks up the mess leaking from his omega’s abused hole, as if the beast cannot rest until every drop of beta come has been cleaned from Peter’s body.

—

The utter lack of sleep his boys have had in the last 24 hours shows when they pass out towards their fifth round. They’d been up talking and fucking the whole night before, and neither had slept a second since their separation this morning. It was bound to happen.

Bucky has rolled onto his side, one of the only (formerly) clean blankets pulled over the two of them. Peter’s face is pressed into the barely-there space between the alpha’s bicep - of which he’s laying his head on - and one of those meaty pecs. They’re chest to chest, and by the way Peter shifts every now and again (and the leg clearly thrown across that broad waist), still firmly connected via knot. Bucky’s other arm is wrapped firmly around Peter’s waist, his nose tucked into the sticky, matted curls of his omega. Only the alpha’s feet peak out from under the blanket, Peter too small to reach that far down under a clearly alpha-sized blanket.

Given that the pair aren’t doing much, Tony decides to attend to a few things. His boys need a bath, badly, but that can wait. Instead, he goes upstairs to Peter’s kennel. Entering with a laundry hamper and gloves, he begins stripping Peter’s bed of all its baby blankets and fluffy pillows. Thankfully, Peter isn’t one to revenge pee. He’s had a few pets who had taken up the hobby. Still, it’s a sticky, come-drenched mess, and dried come isn’t his idea of a good moisturizer.

Usually, a team of professionals come through once a week and clean all the kennels, replacing the bedding, tending to the bathrooms, and grooming some of his other pets. His favorites…well, they tend to get a little more special attention from Daddy. He loves keeping his alphas’ hair long and some level of beard on them. It accentuates the masculinity of already hyper-masculine beings. Trimming and tending to the hairy alphas is a small indulgence of his. The only exception to the hair-loving rule is their balls.

Regularly, his boys receive a waxing. Steve actually had been calm enough for lasering and no longer needs them. Thor enjoys the attention enough to hold still through the tugs, and Tony always gets a nice show of Thor leaning down to clean his now-smooth pair nearly every time. Bucky is…rough at times. His balls are so large, the process takes just a bit longer and it can never be done soft. The waxer tends to always be concerned about too much loose skin if Bucky isn’t hard while getting the service. Tony had never seen Bucky’s skin ever be loose enough to worry much, but now with Peter, he’s beginning to understand it. With Peter’s body to hold all of his come for him, the alpha’s balls have started to show more wrinkles and gentle sagging. Tony’s surprised with himself for finding it appealing, after his love for those balls filled with come has bordered on obsession for a few years now.

Either way, those smooth balls on their hairy bodies is truly a lovely juxtaposition, and his omegas seem to enjoy sucking on them far more without bristly little hairs poking at their face and tongue.

With the bedding now packed away, he lugs it to the laundry shoot to be cleaned. Peter will need spares soon, but his baby is so often cold in the night, all the blankets meant to be extras have made their way onto the bed. His princess loves all things soft and plush, so to deny him any of those things when it’s just so fitting for such a delicate omega, it’s inconceivable, even for him.

The hardest clean-up job will be the pair themselves. As much as he loves seeing them both soiled and rolling in each other’s slick and come, Peter is beginning to look matted and ill-kept, unbefitting of a princess. Maybe Bucky can get away with the look, with his brutish build and gruff disposition, but he is officially mated to Peter and thus now has some upkeep to maintain.

He can’t but help smile to himself a little at the thought. He really does adore the pair. Bucky may have always been a bit of a bull in a china shop, but seeing this soft and irresistibly sweet side to a pet he already loved has pulled Bucky up to a level similar to Peter in his mind.

Wanting to be back with the pair, he wanders down to the basement, watches from behind the pane of glass as he usually does, but with the two sleeping and his hands itching to touch, he slips inside. JARVIS enabled, he goes over to Bucky, letting the tap of his shoes be softly audible so as not to startle the large creature resting on the bed. Bucky isn’t prone to attacking him, not for a long time, but he knows better than to sneak up on him. That is the unspoken agreement between them; so long as Bucky knows Tony is the one there, he won’t make a move to hurt him.

The sound has its desired effect. Bucky raises his head slowly to see who’s coming. Seeing Tony, he rests his head back against the large, spacious pillows that had been one of his birthday presents last year.

Hands wandering across Bucky’s back and up to his shoulder, he leans in close to speak softly to the alpha, not wanting to wake Peter.

“How are you feeling, love? Any pain?” Rubs a thumb along the still slightly red line across the back of Bucky’s neck from banging against his restraints.

“No, Daddy. Just…tired.” Bucky doesn’t make eye contact, but does tilt his head towards Tony, a movement meant to show submission whilst clearly paying attention.

Tony can’t resist kissing up the side of Bucky’s face, working one of those massive shoulders under his hand. “Daddy’s not mad at you, okay Buck? You’ve been such a good boy for me. Not mad at Peter either now; he just needs to settle in and you need to help him with that. Sound doable?”

Bucky nods, eyes darting towards the bite mark. Craning his neck up, Bucky carefully licks at the wound, a clear apology on behalf of his mate, despite the one he had accepted earlier from the boy himself. Tony leans into it. JARVIS would have done something if this was an aggressive move. Years have given the AI the ability to read Bucky’s intentions like a book. Plus, Bucky is transferring some of that sweetness onto Daddy, and he’s greedy for it now that he knows it exists.

He pulls away once the man finishes. He strokes Bucky’s hair, pushing it back and admiring the stunning man beneath his hands. Those steel-blue eyes never fail to drag him under, they were the first thing he fell in love with in his pet. They scream intelligence and speak to a being who feels deeply, even if it’s hidden behind layers of brutal ability and aggression.

Sliding a hand down Bucky’s arm, he touches Peter, letting Bucky see and feel where he’s going with the motion to prevent any sudden, protective moves. Thankfully, it works - Bucky only tightens his grip a little bit on Peter, but refrains from intervening, knowing that Peter is Daddy’s first, even if instinct scream out against it.

Peter’s skin is damn near buttery in just how supple it is under his fingers. He rounds the bed, putting himself where Bucky can see as he runs greedy hands over the boy. It wakes Peter up, but with the punishment still fresh in his mind, he merely curls into Bucky’s arms and gets his fill.

“Petey.” The omega flinches, even as Tony’s tone remains even and soft. “How are you feeling, princess?”

A soft sniffle nearly breaks his heart. Bucky shushes and pulls Peter tight, rocking his hips gently to provide some sort of comfort. Maybe a grounding sensation? He hasn’t had a mated pair like these two, a lot of things are assumptions for the time being.

“Hey, sweetheart, it’s okay. You’ve got Bucky here, and Daddy just wants to make sure you’re not hurting. We won’t do that ever again as long as you don’t go trying to make Daddy hurt again.” He rubs his back, the knobs of Peter’s spine reminding him that the boy hasn’t eaten since yesterday.

Bucky manages to shove his face next to Peter’s, licking up the tears leaking from his tiny mate’s swollen eyes. Being close up now, his pet looks terrible. The betas had been under strict rules not to hurt the defenseless boy, but the bruise on his cheek has Tony feeling terrible. It’s not a dark one, but still a clear sign that he’s raised a hand against the omega. Peter shouldn’t have lashed out, but it’s Tony’s job to be above lashing out in return. Apologizing is not an option. Peter had done wrong and been punished for it, but he still wishes he had reigned in the response. Peter’s punishment should have been more controlled, beginning and ending with the betas.

He runs a gentle, paternal hand through Peter’s curls, bringing in his other one to help gently break up the spunk and sweat-glued strands. Saliva is likely in there as well, but Peter will be getting a bath soon enough to straighten the mess out. It’s terrible to see his hair so flat and limp. It’s an endlessly endearing trait, and why he keeps Peter’s hair on the longer side when all of his female omegas have short bobs or complex plaits and braids to keep things neat.

“Baby.” Taking Peter’s hip in his hand and gently rolling the small amount of baby fat there, he leans down, just out of range of a bite, but still able to be heard in his hushed tone. “You need to tell Daddy where you’re hurting so he can fix it. Can you do that for me, Peter?”

The boy stays still for a few, fleeting heartbeats, before nodding. It takes him a few moments to compose himself enough to speak through his hiccups. “My - my insides. My hole - it burns. Th-they put something in it and it still hurts. E-even with Bucky inside m-me, D-daddy.”

Oh dear, maybe the beta come hurts more than he’d realized.

“Bucky, sweet boy, would you take Peter to the bathroom, please? I need to go grab something. Take a blanket with you, poor omega looks like he’s about to freeze.”

Bucky does as he’s told, gathering his tiny mate up into his arms and moving him to the bathroom. His cock now slips out and swings limply between his legs as he concerns himself with his aching sweetheart.

Going to the supply closet, he pulls out an enema kit. He keeps a wide assortment of tack, gear, medical and various other supplies in it. He has never regretted anything that made its way to the closet, and he’s glad he’d thought to keep such things on hand for times like this.

Moving back to Bucky’s kennel, he goes into the bathroom to find Bucky tongue deep in Peter’s hole, but the poor thing is still shaking and complaining of pain. Ignoring him for the time, Bucky lays himself lightly over Peter, who had been shakily holding onto the edge of the tub during his rimming session. It never fails to make his heart go just a little bit soft seeing Bucky like this. Who knew the beast really just needed a mate - a purpose, really - to bring out something so tender.

He shoos Bucky away, even as the alpha grumbles. Filling the enema with warm water, just a bit closer to the hotter side of things, he caps the bottle with its nozzle. Laying Peter in the tub and having him pull a leg up, he inserts the tip and squeezes the bottle. He has to be careful not to do too much, or the resulting cramps may be worse than the burning semen.

“Now just hold it for a moment, Peter. We’ll do it a few times to wash you out well, then you can have Bucky’s come later without any of the hurting, okay?”

“O-kay.” Curled up and twitching, but covered with a thick blanket from the bed, Peter holds still as the water does its thing.

Moving Peter to the toilet to release the water is easy when you have a 6’9” alpha willing to do some leg work. Peter is repeatedly moved from toilet to tub until the burning subsides and the tears have calmed down. Tony suspects that the tears may have been more from stress than anything now, on the other end of things, but Peter finally calms down enough for him to leave the topic alone.

“Alright, last thing, Peter. You need a bath.” And oh, how Tony would love to be the one to scrub that porcelain body and tame those curls, but that will have to wait for another day. He has work to do, and Peter likely will prefer his mate at the moment. “Bucky’s gonna get you cleaned up.”

He turns to the alpha, sitting quietly on the toilet and now trying to gather Peter into his lap. “I need you to clean him up and keep him clean. If you need to breed again, do it before the bath, but make sure you clean up his curls.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Good boy.” He leans down, cheek turned to Bucky, who gives him a gentle, slightly scratchy kiss.

He looks at Peter. “Are you going to be nice and give Daddy a kiss, princess?”

Peter looks away, nodding.

Tony leans forward, turning his injured cheek to Peter. The little omega gives it the softest of licks and a light kiss to the damage he’s done. Tony gives them both a kiss on the forehead as a reward.

As he leaves, he calls over his shoulder, “Bucky, let JARVIS know what you two would like to eat tonight, I’ll send whatever you want down.”

With that, he exits the basement and removes himself from the mates’ lives, for now.

[shelby-love]

KELLY SEVERIDE

“Love overcomes it all”

Requested: yes

Prompts: none

Warnings: angsty but with a cute happy ending

Authors note: this is from season 2 episode 1 events 

“You’re lying to me.” You sob. Tears are spilling down your cheeks in angry waves.

Kelly Severide, your boyfriend, just told you things are over between you two because he is going to be a father to a baby that’s not yours.

It felt like your heart was crushed in your chest at the thought of him leaving you just because he’s going to be a father. If he loved you like he always said then he wouldn’t leave you.

“Y/N she’s pregnant with my kid,” Kelly kept his eyes steady, resting on your face.

You stayed rooted in your spot, you moved your hair softly away from your cheek that had become so much more prominent with color after the angry streak of tears. Your features buckled just slightly before you spoke. “We can work this out Kelly.”

He’s breaking this cycle of love you two have not because he’s going to have a kid but because he wants to be with the mother of his child. In a messed up way he thinks she deserves his love more than you just because she’s carrying his unborn child.

The situation with Shay and him was different than the current one with Renee and he knew it too.

“No we can’t! Can’t you see Y/N?! We’re done okay? I’m done!” He yells, his temper showing through his dark facial expression.

“So we’re just going to pretend like nothing ever happened between us huh??! You and I both go to sleep together every damn night and tell each other I love you! Does that mean nothing to you?” It took you months to tell him these three simple words and even now you never tell them without truly meaning them. “Do I mean nothing to you Kelly?”

He runs his hands through his hair harshly before connecting one of them to the vase on the counter. The expensive vase flies into the wall and breaks in dozen pieces.

You gape at the man standing in front of you. “I don’t even rezognize you.”

He looks like a bomb that’s seconds away from exploding. You don’t want to believe that you’re over. He can’t just throw us away.

“You’re supposed to be happy for me goddammit!” He rages. You want to press your hands to your ears to stop his words from entering any further. Each word is like a knife through the heart. It hurts.

“If I was your sister then yes! But I’m…was your girlfriend for fucks sake!” You don’t know if the tears are falling because you’re angry or because you’re sad and heartbroken. “I wanted to be the one who starts a family with you.”

He stands speechless in front of you. Still raging but speechless. A trace of deep love sours in his eyes but you look away. “Leave.”

When he doesn’t move you cry harder, “Just leave okay?! Leave! Get out of my life forever!”

Your whole mind and body wants him to stay and fight for what you have despite your words. But he doesn’t.

He rushes past you and goes to the bedroom door.

You don’t turn around to look at him but you feel him standing there for a few moments, burning holes in your back before leaving. The door closes and your guard breaks down. You crash to the floor and sob uncontrollably.

Kelly is gone.

***

You hold the pink transfer paper in your hands and knock on your chief’s office door.

“Come in,” You hear him say and you push the door open. Chief Boden sits in his usual spots, both eyes trained on you. “What can I do for you Y/LN?”

“I’d like to transfer to a different house.” You thought this through. You imagined this exact moment millions of times and not even in one have you decided to stay. It hurts to see Kelly let alone work with him, it hurts to see Renee stand outside the house after every shift waiting for him with her big pregnant belly.

Your Chief looks surprised, “You are our paramedic in charge I don’t think-”

“Shay is perfectly capable of being the paramedic in charge, I trained her myself. And I already spoke to Chout and he’s free to be the second paramedic until you’ve found a permanent paramedic on ambulance 61 Chief.” It took you a few calls to find a replacement and a few more to find out what houses need a new paramedic. “Firehouse 47 needs a new paramedic in charge and I was thinking about transferring there.”

Wallace Boden was sad that one of the best things Firehouse 51 had was leaving and he couldn’t muster an excuse that’s good enough to make her stay.

“Very well. I’ll start the process right now,” He stood up from his chair and extended his hand to you. “It was a honor to work by your side and I’ll be lying if I said I wasn’t sad about your decision.”

You blink the tears away and shake his hand, “Trust me chief. This is for the best.”

Chief Boden nodded and dismissed you. Once out of the door you exhaled and silently cried once more.

***

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” You take off your sunglasses and throw them on the table. Your best friend Shay, also Kelly’s best friend just managed to convince you to meet him.

She attacked you in your own car and made perfect sense. Renee’s baby might not be Kelly’s and you wanted him to know about that possibility. In fact it wasn’t even a possibility and you needed him to know.

“There he is get ready,” She slapped your shoulder and you straightened up. “Be as normal as you can babe.”

A man you didn’t even know you recognize sat down across from you and got straight into business mode. “Hey. These are the last of the bills we need to split up.”

Shay let out an ‘awh that’s sad’ at that but you couldn’t react less even if you wanted to.

“So how’s the hunt for new digs going?” He asked and took a sip of his drink. Now that Kelly was off and about Shay and you were both looking for a new place.

“Good… Well be we haven’t officially started yet,” She said casually. Haven’t started because she was too busy looking for new potential dads and you were too busy leaving the firehouse.

“Wait.. Guys we have to be out of there by the 15th!” He exclaimed.

“We know, we know. We’ll make it work,” You said. It shocked Kelly how much he missed your soft voice.

“Did you and Renee find a place yet?” Shay continued to speak like she was unbothered.

“Closing in one one. It’s got a perfect baby room right next to the master.” He spoke about it so excitedly you almost felt bad for bringing this up.

“Good. Can I ask you something?” His face fell down at your words and he started fidgeting with the bill paper next to him. He answered with a yes and so you continued. “Shay told me you said the baby’s coming on Thanksgiving yea?”

Not knowing where you’re going with it he decided not to ask anything and instead answer. “Yea.”

Your mind froze and you didn’t know how to continue your interrogation without crying, so Shay continued your train of thought for you. “It’s just that ummm… Renee left February 9th? So when was the last time you guys…”

“February 9th.” He confirmed knowing immediately what Shay was asking him.

“Exactly… So the due date should be the first week of November at the latest…”

There’s a pause in the air and the two of you wait to see if Kelly gets what you’re trying to tell him.

Once he does he says, “Shay look…look I know this sucks for you, you wanted to have a baby and now I have one without you… Y/N I’m sorry we couldn’t work out okay? I’m starting a family with Renee…”

Both you and Shay start arguing and saying that that’s not the case and definitely not what you’re trying to say or prove.

“I get it. But it’s not Renee’s fault or mine and for you two to imply that it’s… It’s not mine…”

You two stay silent, “I’ll tell… I’ll tell you what. I’ll handle these. See you back at the house.” He stands up and throws the money on the table before leaving you two alone.

“That baby is not his.” Shay says as she looks at his body that’s slowly leaving the frame. “And I’m not going to let her destroy my friendship and your relationship.”

***

You put the last of your stuff in one of the boxes. You managed to find an apartment that’s close to your new house, in fact, one of your colleagues lives in the same complex building. You have two more shifts at 51 and until the second shift is over your choice can still change.

You haven’t told anyone at 51 that you’re leaving except for Shay which means Kelly doesn’t know your plans. Him not knowing is going to make your final break up a lot more easier.

You kick one of the boxes in frustration. You chant the same thing over an over in your head, No more crying Y/N.

The creek of the door startles you and you look at the door. Kelly stands there, not moving a muscle. Kelly and you seemed to have a silent conversation as you stared into each others eyes. You finally look away, tears threatening to blurr your vision, when a hand encircled yours. It was soft and warm as if the owner of that hand sensed your sadness and desperation.

“Y/N,” You almost break down at the sound of his voice. “I’m so sorry.”

You once again stare back into the eyes you love so much, “You really mean that?”

The tears in his eyes confirmed everything you needed to know. The baby wasn’t his.

His lips turned up into a tiny sincere smile, as he held you tightly to his body. “Yes, I do.” He whispered, capturing your lips into a kiss that felt just right.

You pull away dazed and hungry for more. You don’t understand how you could ever try to say goodbye to those kisses.

“I love you Y/N. I love you so much,” He whispers. “I want to start a family with you. If you’ll have me back of course.”

“Kelly…” You don’t know where to start. Both of you have hurt each other but your love overcomes it all. You know this relationship is worth a second shot. “I love you too.”

The smile that breaks out on his face melts you completely. He brings his lips once more to yours into a passionate kiss that always led to something more.

Looks like firehouse 47 is going to have to wait until they get a new paramedic.

[zankivich]

The Arrangement: CEO’s Son/Dom!Shawn x Black Sub Reader Chapter 16

a/n: it’s all fun from here on out. I love the way that these two love and I’ll be so unbelievably sad to see them go. But you’re all barely here and I’m barely here, so I fear it’s time to let them go. The last chapter is getting longer than I thought so I might break it into two for an epilogue, but for now just enjoy them please. They are warm and beautiful and gentle and they deserve that. K bye. 

WARNINGS: orgasm denial (failed), spanking, slight racist sexism, love and fluff and love and fluff forever. 

*y/n’s point of view*

He hasn’t stopped touching you since the meeting. He had followed you home, close on your heels with his hands on your hips and his lips on your neck. Back at your apartment he wrestled you down to the bed with searching lips, hands tracing every part of you that he could find. It’s innocent in a way, but it’s also soulful. It’s returning home. You feel infinitely safe and calm and warm with him finally back in a space with you. His lips can travel wherever they like just as long as they never disappear every again.

“You’re so beautiful.” He hummed leaning above you with a smile that could take on the sun.

You bit your lip and turned to the side so you wouldn’t have to look at him while your cheeks warmed. Thank god for melanin.

“Don’t.” He whined tugging your chin. “I wanna look at you for the rest of forever. Need to see you okay?”

You giggled but nodded softly. “Okay. Could you maybe kiss me a little though? I--I missed feeling you on just about every level.”

And this six foot two man of muscle and curls and canadian just beams at you like a human puppy. As if you loving him was a treasure, as if loving him wasn’t the greatest honor you’d ever stumbled upon.

“Are you kidding me? Yes, sweetheart. Just--yes.”

And so he kisses you and his hips bracket yours and your fingers refamiliarize with his hair and his fingers touch at your neck with a distance familiarity of the times when he might squeeze down. It’s soft and it’s warm, but there’s an underlying current of hunger. And that’s perhaps what you love most about this thing between the two of you. It’s just...you and him. It’s indescribable but it works.

“We shouldn’t...right?” He whispered at his tongue trace lines down your neck.

You whimpered and pressed your hips more sternly against his.

“Definitely shouldn’t.”

….

*Thirty minutes later*

“Jesus christ!” He grunted.

His hands gripped tightly at your hips trapping you against him so that you couldn’t keep moving. You let yourself fall into the bed and leaned your head against the sweat soaked sheets. Back arched and ass on full display, it was the position that often made you feel most powerful. Especially when Shawn was looking down at you like he could cum just like that, at any second. You peered back at him with gentle, innocent eyes as you clenched around him. His eyes fluttered closed and he moaned quietly. The way he stood on his knees behind you, abs and chest glistening? His curls were a mess and that fucking chest hair was doing things for you that you couldn’t even comprehend. To look at him was half the battle of an orgasm, and now here he was filling you so perfectly and asking you to stop?

“Don’t do that.” He mumbled grabbing at your ass with both hands. “You’ve been bad as hell while I’ve been away, aye? No one to smack this ass and keep you in line?”

You moaned and arched your back even further pressing yourself against him with need.

“Nope. Guess you’ll have to make up for lost time.”

His hand slaps your ass like you haven’t been away from each other for months. It is dominating and hot and it makes your insides boil just a little more. It’s his and he knows it and he’s got no problem showing you that.

“The way this ass fucking moves. God, you don’t know what you do to me.”

You whined playfully. “Spank it again.”

This one rang out against the walls and caused your eyes to roll into the back of your head. Jesus.

“Harder.”

He grabbed at one cheek and began to move his hips again pushing so deep into your body that your toes curled. And then his palm slapped your ass so hard that surely the world stopped for a few seconds.

“Fuck!”

His hips were punishing, his fingers were intoxicating, and you...you just hadn’t been touched in a very long time. He was the only one who really knew what to do with it.

“I’m gonna cum.”

“No. Not until I say you can.” He grunted shifting his hips to hit something primal inside of you.

“Shawn!”

His body leaned forward over yours, one hand reaching for the headboard while the other grabbed at your waist. It was perhaps the most amazing feeling in the world, certainly the greatest feeling you’d ever had in bed. He was moving in a way he’d never moved before, was doing something completely new. The result was that your body sort of lit up like a christmas tree. He’d picked a hell of a time to try and limit your orgasms that’s for sure.

“I--I can’t hold it.” You sobbed it your legs beginning to tremble.

His grunts in conjunction with the headboard hitting the wall were almost as erotic as the feeling of his cock inside you. Your inner walls start to convulse and your legs are shaking and there’s just no way in hell….

“You can. Be a good girl for me, okay? I know you can.” He hummed.

He simply could not have been more incorrect. The moral of the story is: never underestimate a woman’s ability to cum after three months of separation. That’s a real saying.

You know you’re gonna cum when he slaps your ass again in the exact same spot as all the other ones. It hurts so good that you fall even deeper into the bed. All it takes is one more perfect thrust against your g-spot and it’s like a literal firehose. In fact you’re pretty sure you black out a little bit because one second you’re in actual heaven and the next you open your eyes to everything being soaked down. Your thighs and legs. His chest. The sheets. It’s everywhere.

“I’m sorry.” You mumbled into the bed, body still trembling. “I couldn’t hold it in.”

His fingers touch your back and before you know it, he’s flipping you over. And there he is poised above you, dick hard and at attention like always. Your mouth still waters like he hasn’t already dicked you near unconciousness.

“Color?” He whispered moving himself between your legs.

His arms settled on either side of your head, his dick rubbing through the wetness between your folds. Your hips buck uncontrollably at the feeling.

His rosary hung from his neck as he hovered above your body and you could think of no better answer to his question then to let the beads of his necklace fall into your mouth.You curled your tongue and let them slide out one by one until it flopped against his chest again. The dumbfounded look on his face was worth it.

“Green.” You answered just incase the sacrilegious moment hadn’t answered that for him.

“God, I love you.”

He fills you infinitely. And even when he’s chasing his own orgasm, he still manages to take care of you. Your knees were bent towards your shoulders, his fingers intertwined with yours as his hips rocked needy and desperate against your own. It feels so fucking good.

“Shawn.” You whispered between his gasps. “Baby?”

He raised his head from your neck and snuck a kiss against your lips.

“‘M close, honey. Real close.”

“Me too.” You gasped. “Take it home.”

And he does. He fucks you so good you see stars. You see pleasure, pleasure in a way that your body has almost forgotten in his absence. And now that he was back, now that you could touch and feel him again, every nerve ending aches to remember him and to give to him and to love him. You wanted it all. And he served it to you endlessly the way that he always had. Your orgasm is merely a matching of his high, his energy. It’s meeting him right in the middle and caressing him again. In your cries are notes of an apology for ever thinking the two of you could exist without the other. Not when it felt like this.

His body collapses against your own and the second he even thinks about relieving any of the weight you wrap your arms around him in desperation.

“No.” You whimpered. “Stay.”

“I’m right here.” He chuckled. “I’m not going anywhere.”

His eyes find yours, sweat-stained cheeks and satisfied grins meeting in a swirl of adoration. He is beautiful to you now in a way he wasn’t, even before. Because now you know what it means to lose him, what it feels like to be without this. Your appreciation, your love had grown infinitely.

“Hey,” He whispered cupping your cheek. “Don’t ask me to leave ever again okay? I couldn’t take it.”

You shook your head. “Never.”

“Promise me. Promise me this is it.”

It doesn’t matter if it’s crazy. Nothing matters. Not the what if’s, not the control, not the plan for your life or your career. The only thing that matters is the warmth that his body brings and the feel of his smile against your bare chest. In that moment you would promise him the world.

“I promise, this is it.” You told him. “I love you.”

“I love you. So much.”

And it was so.

***

No one mentions the fact that Shawn is practically living with you. After his dad cut him off, he spent his months couch surfing and falling asleep in studios. You’d never asked him to give you his key back, and now that you’re back together he’s just always there. But everytime you come home to him, is another day that erases the months spent without him. You’re never gonna ask him to leave, and he’s probably afraid that the second he brings it up you’ll kick him out the door.

“Hey, how was work?” He smiled pulling you into his arms.

You sighed and hid your face in the warmth of his neck.

“Not good. Trying to negotiate world tour for Khalid for the next album. It’s just a lot of back and forth with the label about if he’s ready for stadiums or not, but still wanting to get the most out of their investment.”

His fingers started dancing against your back rubbing soothingly into the skin. You practically melted against him.

“That sounds gross.”

You nodded. “It’s my job to care about my clients as people and to make them happy, but it’s also my job to relate to the people who only care about money and numbers that my client is going to keep bringing them money and numbers ya know?”

“Yea...you’re kind of kick ass at it though.”

“I know, isn’t it awful?” You chuckled sliding out of his arms to head for the bedroom.

Shawn plopped down on your bed to watch while you got out of your suit and into comfier clothes for the night.

“What about you, how’d the meeting with Andrew go?”

He sighed. “The label wants one more song for the album. They think I need a single, something to catch people’s attention. I’ve sat in on enough meetings to know they want some cookie cutter pop shit though. I’ve been trying to write a song good enough to satisfy them and not sacrifice my own happiness but so far I got nothing.”

You dug through the drawers for one of Shawn’s t-shirts, settling for the saint laurent shirt he’d let you borrow far over a year ago when he’d first asked you to do more than call him sir. The look on his face now when you pull it over your head is enough to make you happy.

“Hmm...so is it just attention they want? Like eyes and ears, or is it about charting?” You asked.

“I don’t know. I guess they wanna make sure that people know who I am before the record comes out, ya know? It’s the numbers and dollars thing, people rarely buy a first album before knowing the artist.”

You bit your lip, the wheels already turning in your head as an incessant need to fix it came to you.

“Well what did Andrew say?”

After a lot of debating, and a lot of Shawn asking you randomly after sex if you were sure you didn’t want to manage him, the two of you had settled on Andrew at his manager. He had the emotional investment because he was the one to find Shawn, and he was young enough to not be too jaded and fall into old school music exec  bullshit. Shawn liked him, and he wasn’t as pretty at you, so you didn’t have to worry about any nonsense. Everyone wins.

“Andrew said he’d fight for me, but he doesn’t think they’re gonna budge.”

You thought about it for a little while. You took your makeup off in the bathroom and did a cleanser and a toner. Shawn didn’t get angry that you went silent. He was used to the way that your mind worked now. If you were silent it usually meant one of two things: either you were pissed at something or someone, or you were thinking. And he hadn’t managed to piss you off quite yet. By the time you were moisturizing your face it had all slotted into place. This was why you were kick ass at your job of course.

“Okay, I’ll handle it.” You murmured at you slid on a pair of comfy socks and headed for the kitchen.

“Woah, wait, what?”

Shawn followed you to the stove where your famous tomato soup was already heated and ready to go for you.

“Will you grab the cheddar please? I want a grilled cheese.”

You reached for the bread you made homemade one stressful weekend when Shawn was away working on the contract negotiations. Baking was a stress reliever for you. You turned around to begin on your sandwich only to be stopped by your boyfriend who had a thing for wrapping his arms around you.

“Hello, remember me?” He chuckled.

You rolled your eyes playfully. “Yes, sir. You don’t have to manhandle me to talk to me ya know.”

“Sometimes if I don’t, your mind goes too fast for me to catch up. I’m not that smart, babe you gotta give me the cliffnotes.”

“You need help.” You explained. “I’m going to fix it.”

Was it not that simple? Enter Ariana Grande “what like it’s hard” gif here.

“Sweetheart what happened to the whole not getting involved thing? That was your thing y/n, not mine.”

“Yea, yea, yea; I’m aware. Look it’s just that Andrew clearly hasn’t figured out how to rectify the situation, which is honestly a little sad. And you’re like a newborn fawn with your gangly little legs in this industry, so if I want things done correctly I’m going to have to do them myself. But I’ll be damned if my man doesn’t launch into the stratosphere of pop stardom ya know?”

He smiled down and you and pressed a kiss to your nose.

“You really think I can do that? Pop stardom, the whole thing?”

You leaned up on your toes and padded lovingly at his chest with your bread.

“I know you can. Because the talent and the music and the voice are already there. The rest is semantics. The rest is our--I mean Andrew’s job to deal with it. And he will get it right, or I’ll lead his ass to the water and teach him how to drink.”

“Have I ever told you how sexy you are when you go all business professional meets inspirational guru on me?”

“No, and honestly you could stand to tell me a little more often, babe.” You grinned.

“I’ll get right on it, my love.”

“That’s what I like to hear!”

***

*Shawn’s point of view*

His girlfriend can be scary. You don’t get to where y/n was at in her career without being a little scary. So when she tells him she’s fixed it and to get his guitar and follow her, it’s not a question. He simply says, “yes honey”, and if he’s lucky, holds her hand while they walk. He is lucky .

She takes him to an apartment in Manhattan. And at first he’s a little confused that it’s not a studio, but when she tells the desk attendant she’s there to see Robinson it all sort of clicks. And then his heart rate immediately begins to increase. He waits until they’re on the elevator to properly freakout, and it doesn’t at all help that the elevator has mirrors on all sides to look at her have not a care in the world.

“Tell me you did not just bring me to Khalid’s house like we’re going to a fucking friend’s house?” He begged.

She rolled her eyes. “Technically he is my friend babe. Just also a client.”

“Oh my god.”

She turned and reached for his shoulders which was comical because she was tiny and cute and beautiful and totally was going to give him a heart attack one day.

“Look, when I said I was going to fix it what I meant was I was going to give you the opportunity to fix it.”

He shook his head in confusion. “What does that mean?”

“That means that the label is right. An act with no name recognition, even if people know Mendes Industries, and even if your sexy and white, is going to need more of a push for a big debut. So I fixed it because I asked Khalid to do a writing session with you. But he only likes you because of that night in the studio, because he knows you live and breathe music. You’re gonna fix it because you’re gonna go in there and vibe. That’s all I’m asking you to do. Not write a classic, not solve world hunger, just vibe. I know you can do that babe.”

“Is that how you get your clients to do things? Throw them off the cliff and smile at them with that adorable smile of yours while you smell like cocoa butter and they just happily fall for you?” He whined.

She shrugged. “Kind of. But I will say no one notices the cocoa butter quite as much as you do my love. Now let’s get this show on the road! It’s your career, honey.”

She practically danced up off the elevator leaving him to take a deep breath and peer up at the ceiling.

“Really God? That’s my forever huh? A little warning next time would be great, woman. Or at least some anxiety medication.”

***

“What’s on your mind right now? Let’s just start there.”

It was always his go-to in recording sessions. He’d seen enough producers work with artists and he knew if he was gonna get through working with one of the biggest artists in the world he was going to have to be vulnerable and strong and real. Thank god y/n had the decency to leave them alone for an hour.

Khalid eyed him a bit skeptically at first. They were sitting on the floor of his living room, Shawn with a guitar while Khalid had a pad of paper and his laptop out. It was really just the two of them trying to make something out of nothing.

“I guess...what’s really been on my mind if I’m being honest is that school shooting that happened the other day.”

Shawn nodded. “I know how you feel. Y/n and I just sat around the house all day watching the news coverage. The worst part is it feels like everyone’s already moved on from it. Like it never even happened. Like even kids don’t matter now.”

“You’re right. It’s like we have all these young people fighting to make change in a world that’s run by dumbass adults.”

“Yea it’s like...like our youth is under attack. But not even just children, but like the concept of it.”

“Yea…”

***

*y/n’s point of view*

They both looked at you like puppies bringing a dead animal as a present to their owner. Shawn was practically bouncing off the walls, nothing new there, but Khalid seemed to feed off of it as well. He was such an introvert and yet an hour alone with Shawn had him bouncing up and down just as excitedly. It was as adorable as it was concerning.

“I’m gonna regret introducing the two of you aren’t I?” You smirked.

“Baaaaaabe just listen, please?” Shawn sighed propping his guitar on his knee.

“Okay, okay. I’m listening!”

Khalid laughed. “I’ve never heard her accept anything that quickly ever.”

“Very funny. Get to singing boys.”

Here I am, stuck on this couch scrolling through my notes

Heart was broken, still not growing, nah

Waking up to headlines, filled with devastation again

My heart is broken, but I keep going

Your eyes widened a little bit and your spine straightened as something completely unexpected came out of the two of them.

You can't take my youth away

This soul of mine will never break

As long as I wake up today

You can't take my youth away

It’s completely the opposite of what you thought they might write, and yet it makes perfect sense for the two of them. Khalid and you had conversations constantly about the state of the world. It actually weighed super heavily on his heart and his mental. And Shawn. Shawn had come to you an arrogant son of a bitch who was so wrapped up in his own misery that it should’ve been simple for him to negate the lived experiences of others. And yet somehow he had never been that way with you. From the start there was an empathy that seemed to radiate from within him. He cared about the people around him, and more importantly he cared enough to listen and to educate himself.

The song was a culmination of sorts. For Shawn, it was the result of the very question that you asked him all those nights ago in Rome when he’d wanted your heart. It was the thick of it, a public acknowledgement that whether he experienced it or not, the world was three ways fucked from Sunday, and he was more than willing to publicly put himself on the line for the safety and betterment of others. At least that’s what your brain saw. The manager in you saw every puzzle piece slot into place. Because the best campaigns? The best marketing strategies? Are the ones rooted in reality and truth. You--or Andrew--could do something with this. This was easy.

Shawn looked at you, eyes puppy like and wide, while Khalid looked at you with a similar expression. As if it wasn’t perfect in anyway.

“You should probably get Andrew on the phone.” You sighed. “He’s gonna need me to coach him through the launch for this. Khalid I hope you’ve enjoyed your break, boy cause we’re gonna put all we have behind this one, okay?”

***

*Shawn’s point of view*

It’s twenty hour days. Wake up at six am to go to the gym. While he’s on the treadmill there’s an assistant that Andrew hired running him through the schedule for the day. And then it’s interviews. It’s, “Hi, I’m Shawn Mendes, please don’t hate me and if you’d like, buy my single.” It’s radio station after radio station after radio station. It’s playing the guitar until his fingers are sore and then playing it again with a smile on his face. He has to fight for it. He had to fight for them to love the record as much as he does.

And make no mistake, Khalid’s there too but it’s a completely different ballgame for him. Khalid gets to send a tweet to four million people, but Shawn doesn’t have that, has to work his ass off to establish that for himself. He does youtube interviews and tiger beat--which he literally didn’t know still existed--and instalives. He has to catch moments of sleep between car rides or there’s no way for his body to keep functioning. It’s insane.

He’d seen this kind of life before, obviously. He’d even run that kind of life for other people before. But it was a completely different ballgame doing it for himself. When the label gives him the hundred thousand dollar premium, it may sound beautiful on paper, but it means they’re not willing to invest much else in him. The assistant he has is an unpaid intern that Andrew found. There’s no publicist, no makeup person, no stylist. It’s just the two of them. And y/n. Who is about as good as “staying out of it” as she is with breaking up with him. This is where his new headache comes in, the y/n vs. Andrew fight. He would’ve happily explained to him that a fight against his girlfriend wasn’t winnable, but Andrew was much more interested in getting his ass handed to him apparently.

“Babe?” She called sweetly. “Will you put this on please?”

She was dangling a shirt between his fingertips from the rack in his dressing room. It was another press day for him, and Andrew had already picked out his outfit. The fact that y/n is trying to change him does not go unnoticed by anyone in the room. He sighs and buckles down for the ride.

“Sweetie, I uh I already have a shirt on.”

She’s on her phone probably doing her actual job while simultaneously trying to manage a client that wasn’t hers. He kind of loved her for it, even if it made things more difficult. When he speaks though she pauses and looks up at him.

“Yea I know. It’s just that, this is better.”

Oh God.

“Actually, y/n I like the shirt that we already picked out perfectly fine. I think it will look great on the cameras. We don’t have time for a change, and it’s really not that important.” Andrew piped up.

Y/n slid her phone into the pocket of her jacket and walked on very high, very pointy heels towards him. He had a feeling if Andrew wasn’t careful he might find one of them stashed inside a crucial artery. She ignores him and reached for the bottom of Shawn’s shirt as she immediately begins to unbutton it for him. It was a little Devil Wears Prada-ish, a movie he had only seen for the first time when she offered him sex on her balcony if he didn’t make her watch harry potter another time.

“You see Andrew that is where you’re wrong, sir.” She smiled up at Shawn as she tugged the simple black shirt off him. “Because clothes evoke feeling, they evoke emotion. When I was fifteen, for example and I was in love with...let’s say Chris Brown prior to him being a piece of shit. The third thing on the list of what I loved about Chris Brown would have been his music. Now before I get to the music there’s gotta be something to rope me in right? For me it was an interview he did on TRL. He wore what by today’s standards would be a hideous blue and white striped shirt and a matching hat that was tilted awkwardly on his head, and some baggy jeans. And I would have died for him. Why? Not because he was wearing just any shirt but because his outfit told me a story.”

The entire time she’s undressing him and redressing him. Gone is the black button up and in it’s place is a white t-shirt with an olive green sweater on top and a denim jacket on top of that.

“You’ve got a sweet, cute face right? He’s maybe fifteen or sixteen at the time. The marketing of Chris Brown depends on a lot of things. He’s going for a predominantly black female teenaged fanbase. So if I’m gonna connect and buy into Chris Brown, I need to see that connection in him. So he’s wearing an outfit that’s relatable, an outfit one of my cousins would have worn at the time. It’s street, but it’s not hood so my momma would buy me his record. It’s what every boy my age was wearing at the time, so I could see myself walking alongside him at the cafeteria, maybe we’re holding hands. You see? Girls want to buy into an emotional experience. I want my artist to be good, to be talented, but I also want some romantic escapism. Shawn is no longer just a songwriter. What he will become is an avenue of love and sollace and warmth in a way that is safe for young girls, boys, and nonbinary folk alike. You see a shirt? I see the entire understanding of who he’s going to be for my daughter in the first fifteen seconds of an interview. And that’s why it matters.”

He watches her the whole time that she speaks. Has to pull hazardly at the sweater so that he can get it over his head fast enough to get eyes on her again. She’s so goddamn smart. So methodical and intentional and...smart. Jesus. How did he get so lucky? How did he ever in a million years--

“See?” She interrupted softly at his thoughts so that he could peer into a mirror. “Much better.”

He bites his lip and stares at himself. He can only hope that he’s worth it in her eyes, because every moment spent in her orbit is a moment of unworthiness.

“What do you see?” He whispered.

She wrapped her arms around him from behind and rested her chin on her shoulder, a deed made much easier by her heels.

“I see... the guy sitting next to me at my local coffee shop journaling. I see my neighbor in my apartment. Maybe the cute guy who works at that one bookstore that I always get flustered around... I see warmth. I see kindness. I see sexiness, of course, but it’s real. I’m not marketing you to be something you’re not, Shawn. I don’t need to. All I did was create a look that tells your audience who you are. A guy who loves music, and knows how to dress well, and would probably be a really fluffy, cute boyfriend. I can attest to that.” She explained. “The thing is, people are gonna love you. I just want them to do it sooner.”

He stared at her lovingly. Placed his hand on top of hers over his waist and leaned into her touch. Andrew was in the corner fuming that she had bested him again. But who the fuck cared? She was everything.

“I love you.” He mouthed into the mirror.

She pressed her body a little firmer against his and nods. She loves him too.

***

The thing about numbers is they kinda don’t lie. So when his song debuts at number five on billboard, the label loses its mind, which means Andrew loses his mind, which means Shawn also has to lose his mind. Everything kicks up another ten degrees. Now that people are interested he has to be on his best behavior, has to work even harder. And he can’t help but notice that y/n doesn’t get any credit for making the single happen. In fact it appears that they think she’s more trouble than she’s worth.

“Shawn! Come in, come in, bud. How are you feeling?”

It’s the CEO for Atlantic, Craig. He kind of gives him weird vibes, but Shawns’ never met a label exec who didn’t. (Remember that whole daddy thing?) It’s supposed to be a meeting about next steps. He’d started getting requests to perform at some of the marches and protests. The school where the shooting had taken place wanted him and Khalid to visit. Y/n was coordinating Khalid’s side and then working with Andrew to get them on the same page. So when Andrew and Craig sit him down he’s thinking they’re about to talk to him about something major. You don’t get the CEO in a meeting for nothing you know?

“I--I’m good, man. I’m happy. Ready to keep working though.”

Craig smiled at him. “Of course you are. Have a seat would you, Andrew and I just wanted to talk to you about something.”

He peered over at Andrew who was giving him a thinly created smile. One of the things he loved about Andrew, and the reason he’d gone with him as a manager, was that Andrew was incredibly bad at bullshiting him. It worked really well in moments like this where they were about to try and bullshit him.

“What’s up, guys?” He asked.

Craig spoke first.

“We’re a little worried about your management Shawn. At least for long term. We’re trying to create you some longevity in this business. We want you to be here for a really long time, ya know?”

He raised an eyebrow in confusion. “Well, I think Andrew has been doing a great job. I mean I know I’m working my ass off, but he’s working his off right alongside me.”

“Yea it...it’s not Andrew we’re talking about here.”

“Well unless I have another manager I don’t know about, I guess I’m a bit confused.”

Andrew sighed. “It’s y/n, Shawn. We’re talking about y/n.”

His heart rate kind of spiked in his chest and he immediately sat up straighter in his chair.

“Excuse me?”

“Look, I love her, I do but on a daily basis she makes it more difficult to manage you. Not easier.” Andrew continued. “And it’s starting to affect our productivity. I thought maybe having Craig here would show you that I’m not trying to be an asshole here, I just want what’s best for you.”

“Y/n is...the smartest person in the room. Always. She--She couldn’t be detrimental because she’s always going to do whatever she can for me to be happy, for me to be successful. We are more productive now than we’ve ever been. You all wanted a single, she got Khalid to work with me. You wanted me to get my name out there, she got me hanging out and talking to artists so that I would become a familiar face. What is--what could possibly be the problem with y/n?”

“It’s just that...frankly she’s a little combative. She doesn’t work well with others. And in all honesty Shawn, she isn’t meant to be managing you. That’s my job. And if I might remind you, it was her who set those limitations that she have no stake in the management of your career, and it is her who is going against that on a daily basis.”

He has to pause. Mostly because he’s not stupid now. Perhaps in another lifetime, back when his balls and backbone sat on a shelf in  his father’s study, he would have been able to ignore it. But he’s got her now. And he’s spent hours upon hours listening to her about her life, about her experiences in the industry. Now he knows. And the human in him can’t let it slide, can’t ignore that there’s a difference in standard happening here. He remembered reading a book about equity and allyship. In the book it said, an ally should uplift the marginalized even when they’re not in the room, especially when they’re not in the room. If you want to look at how someone feels about the oppressed, look at how they respond when the oppressed is not there to defend themselves. An ally will do it for them. An ally must do it for them.

“Can we just... I have to be honest. Because you signed me on the basis of that honesty, and you said we were going to be a real team and a real family. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t believe that.”

“And we are!” Andrew you assured him.

He shook his head. “If we are then you’re gonna have to get comfortable with me calling you on your bullshit. The only reason to be upset with the work that y/n has done for me thus far is she was the one who did it when it should have been you.”

“Now Shawn--”

“No, no listen to me. You trade anything that woman done for me so far and swap her with a man, and she’s no longer combative is she? She’s assertive. She’s a go-getter. She’s a business person. I’m saying this because if we’re going to work together there has to be some serious recognition of your privilege and your own biases, or this is never going to work. I agree that y/n has gone back on what she originally said, and for the future of my relationship with her we probably need to set up some boundaries. However, let’s not forget that the reason I have a top five single right now is because of a black woman and not any of us, okay?”

Their eyes were as big as saucers. Their mouths were practically on the floor. They were silent.

“The next time you’re worried about the long term management of my career just talk to me like a human being. But this? I don’t need this. And y/n doesn’t deserve to be painted as the bad guy because of our own incompetence. She works her ass off too hard for that kind of disrespect. Now is there anything else we needed to go over today?” He asked.

They shook their heads quietly.

“Good. I’ll see you guys later.”

And he left.

***

*y/n’s point of view*

“Listen, listen, I do not care if Beyonce herself shit out bars of gold and offered to let you watch her beat Jay-Z’s ass with it. If you are not at the meeting on time, and I hear about it, you can find yourself a new job. Okay? Okay.”

The door to your office opened and there was a human sized puppy sitting outside of it waiting to be loved.

“What are you doing here?” You asked hanging up the phone, your belly of anger and annoyance immediately replaced with butterflies

He shrugged. “I figured I could take you to lunch. You busy?”

You smiled. “You know I’m always busy.”

“Yea but...not too busy for me, aye?”

“So cocky. I’m in the mood for steak. You’re buying.”

You liked holding his hand and walking down the street. You liked the way your head felt against his shoulder and the sound of his voice rumbling as he talked to you. Most of all you really liked how no matter how much time went by, you always missed him when he was away. It was astonishing to you to not want space, to not want alone time. (not that these were character flaws, alone time is iconic!) but you just would rather do everything you used to do when you were alone, with him right beside you. It was comfortable. It felt like home.

“So I wanted to talk to you about something.” you hinted, once the waitress had taken your order.

He leaned against the table on both of his arms something that would have driven your mother crazy, but somehow had you enamored.

“What’s up?”

“It’s just that...I know you gave up your apartment because it was too expensive. And I know that we don’t really talk about it, but you’ve been at my place for weeks now. I was just--I guess I was curious if it would make more sense for us to move in together. You know? Make it official, or whatever.”

His eyes widened and you reached for your glass of water to avoid eye contact.

“You want me to move in?” He asked. “With you?”

“Well...yes. Do you--do you want to move in with me?”

His smile grew big and wide on his face, taking up all the space in the world. He was beautiful. And kind of perfect. He reached for your hand and pressed your fingers to his lips. You quickly melt to the goo at the middle of the table. How dare he.

“I’d love to. There’s no one I’d rather come home to than you. No one. I love you, you know that?”

“Yea. I know. I love you too.” You giggled. “Guess we’re moving in together then.”

“And you know what that means...we’ll have to christen the house.”

You rolled your eyes. “By that logic you’ve been christening my house for months now boy. If Jesus isn’t there by now, there’s nothing we can do about it.”

“I think it’s a little bit different darling. We’re living together now. Jesus needs to know we’re committed to each other.” Shawn grinned.

“You’re ridiculous. I’m pretty sure that’s only supposed to happen when we’re married, dumbass.”

His eyes brightened then and he leaned stubbornly on his hand to bat his dumb eyelashes at you.

“‘When’, aye? Am I about to get asked to move in and a proposal all in one lunch?”

Your cheeks warmed and your mouth fell open but no words came out. This man was a nuisance!

“No I didn’t--that’s not what I...oh shut up with your face!” You whined.

“Don’t worry sweetheart, I’ll marry you one day. Just give me a little time first. I have some things I wanna get done.”

The waiter came back with your drinks and appetizers, which was really the only reason you didn’t explode right then and there. The worst part was Shawn’s nonchalance. He  thanked the waiter and immediately reached for a fork to start eating the lettuce wraps you ordered. As if there was nothing to freak out about. As if he wasn’t talking about the future of your lives together or something.

“These are good. You want one?” He asked finally looking back up to you. “What’s wrong?”

“I...You...you’re gonna marry me one day?”

He smiled softly. “I mean not without your permission. But...if given the chance, I’d really like to. I thought I had made that clear. I’m sorry.”

“When?! When would that have been made clear for me?” You gasped.

“When I told you, you were ‘it’ maybe? Or when I said:’you’re everything, y/n’? Have you met me?”

You simply continued to blink as if you were going into full break down mode. Your body was no longer computing.

“Look I learned somewhere in the weeks spent without you that I’m not living if I’m not loving you. You’re my best friend, and as long as I can prove to you that I can make you happy and I can love you then I don’t want anything else. Is that okay with you?”

And just what in the hell is one supposed to say to that?

You took a sip of your water, and it did not magically give you any answers. All that you had was your heart and your love and those eyes of his that would never lie to you in a million years. All you had was love, and if you didn’t believe in that then what was the point?

“Yes,” You murmured eventually. “That’s...more than okay.”

“Good. Now try a lettuce wrap, they’re delicious.” He chuckled.

White men. Sheesh.

Lunch is great and Shawn’s walks you back to your office. He reached for your hand and intertwined your fingers like it brought him as much comfort as it did you. For while it’s just silent. You walked beside each other and every now and again it’s little glances. He smiles at you and you smile back. You squeeze his fingers and his whole face lights up. It is so cheesy and so fucking warm, your heart felt like it was gonna fall out of your ass. You couldn’t even remotely believe this man.

“I gotta tell ya something.” He hummed as you waited for the walking sign to progress down the street.

You sighed. “This is it. This is when you finally tell me something’s wrong with you isn’t it?”

He snorted. “Baby, I’m not a hitman. I’m just trying to have a conversation with my girlfriend if I could.”

“Oh...Well, then yes. Of course.”

The hand signal turned to a walking person and you tugged Shawn slowly back to your office. The rest of New York moved quickly and seamlessly around you. It was as if you were in your own little world.

“I have to be honest with you. Mostly because your face is so cute that it acts as a truth spell I’m sure but...Andrew feels like you're stepping on his toes. He won’t admit it properly but you’re incredibly intimidating to him, and the fact that you’re so good at your job and I’m not supposed to be your job is making him nervous.”

The audacity of white men who were not your boyfriend. Ew.

You scoffed. “What a little bitch!”

He traded your hand for your shoulder, tugging you a little closer to his side so that you couldn’t stop and get even angrier.

“Yes. That is probably accurate and I already yelled at him and the CEO of Atlantic records for being sexist and insecure. However, if we’re gonna live together...if we’re gonna really give this thing a try I think that it probably makes sense for us to have some boundaries. That’s what you wanted initially right? And I’ve just been so happy reaping the benefits of your excellence that I haven’t slowed down to really think about it.”

You stopped just outside your office building not wanting to go inside just yet. You peered up at him hesitantly, a plethora of emotions swirling around in your tummy. It was all very confusing, and you didn’t know how to feel. But there was something that made it feel like he was being taken away from you.

“So what are you saying, you don’t want me to help you anymore?” You asked.

He frowned and did that thing where he squeezed your cheeks gently in his big palms. There wasn’t an inch of you that didn’t yearn to be in his grasp, so you leaned deeper into the touch.

“I’m saying...I know you would do anything for me, y/n. I know you’d go to bat for me a million times over. And I know you’re probably one of the best in the business--” You scoffed gently at “one of” and he smiled. “But I don’t think it’s fair of me to have you performing labor as acts of love and not being paid for it. I don’t think you should spend ten hours of your week helping me in addition to the sixty you already work and me not pay you for it. And I know you’d never accept a dime from me anyway. Look all I’m saying is, I think it might be best for our relationship--which is the most important thing to me by the way--if we separate work and home. I want your support as my girlfriend, okay? Not as a manager.”

It was tough to argue with that logic. But, frankly you weren’t a hundred percent sure you could separate the two. You watched people make dumbass decisions every day. The worst part was that nine times out of ten it would never be detrimental to them personally because they held too much power. The thought of watching Shawn crash and burn because of people who only wanted to make a penny off of him made you sick. But, you respected and loved him too much to try to meet his wishes. There was just one thing you had to check.

“You’re not like...mad at me though?” You whispered playing with the lapels of his coat in your hands. “I only wanted to help.”

His eyes widened. “I could never be mad at you. You’re kind of my kryptonite. You did help. More than I’ll ever be able to thank you for. I swear to you. I also told them that the only reason I have a top-ten single on billboard is because of you. You’re incredible.  I’m like...forever in your debt. Now don’t make that face at me please?”

“What face?” You asked still very much imitating a kicked kitten.

“You know exactly what face.” He whined. “You’re killing me here.”

You smiled softly at him which caused him to smile back. Ah. love.

“You really yell at the CEO of Atlantic for me?”

He nodded nuzzling his forehead against yours. “Sure did. Probably against my better judgement, but yes.”

“Mkay...you can kiss me now.”

“Yea?” He grinned.

“Yea.”

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In the midst of all the suffering, in one last effort, her eyes met his and she smiled. A sweet smile she reserved only for him.

(and as a reader kindly told me, I should be putting a side note of my babies being kinda OOC. I'm okay with it in this story, but so all of you know)

It was her blood pouring out nonstop and what it represented that kept him from thinking rationally.

If there was one thing Zoro was proud of, it was his ability to analyze any situation and be able to stay calm on critical occasions. Just like this one.

The difference was that he was doing quite the opposite of what he was trained to do because it was her blood pouring out nonstop and what it represented that kept him from thinking rationally.

Zoro's hands were red and sticky from pressing the wound on Tashigi's back. The bright red blood, the strong smell of iron and the sound of every drop running down his hand and dripping on the floor were starting to make him sick, his stomach twisting as if his body wanted to throw out everything he ate or drank in the past forty-eight hours.

It was her blood pouring out nonstop and what it represented that kept him from thinking rationally.

Tashigi was already in a half-awake and half-sleepy state, but Zoro couldn't, under any circumstance, let her close her eyes. One hand continued to press the wound to her back and the other held her face. Now it was the bright red blood, the smell of iron, the sound of every drop dripping on the floor and her face dirty with the fresh blood that was in his hand that made him sick again, but she needed to pay attention, she needed to look at him.

“Oe, four-eyes, don't you fucking dare to die on me.”

The words were harsh, but the situation was critical and he was unable to stay calm. With every desperate step from Chopper, every weeping from Nami, every yell from Smoker, every gasp from Robin, every curse from Sanji was making the swordsman lose his fucking mind. With each passing minute, it was as if all those noises were slowly muffled and only Tashigi's shallow breathing remained.

Her eyes didn't seem to focus on anything and neither did his. He could only hear her whispering disconnected phrases and every time Zoro told her to not be stubborn at least once in her god damn life because if she kept talking, more blood would come out and God (or any divine entity that exists in this world) knows he was about to lose all sanity.

“I… hurt… Smoker-san… guys… I…”

“For the last time, just keep quiet, four eyes. I’m just asking that of you, damn it. Can you fucking do this just once?”

Zoro really didn't want to swear that much, but all of his brain efforts were focused only on making that woman not close her eyes and, at the same time, continue to stop the blood until Chopper managed to do something.

After getting out of her stupor, Robin also started using Hana Hana no Mi to help him with the task. Because he only has two hands and no one was stopping the blood that spurted from the wound in Tashigi's chest.

Zoro was never a religious man and he doesn't even believe in anything divine, but what he wouldn't give now for his prayers to be answered. Please don't let her die, please, please.

But how do you survive a sword through your chest?

He doesn't know anyone who has survived. But who knows, maybe Tashigi will be the first.

Tashigi. Honored captain, defender of justice, admirable swordsman, co-leader of the Navy revolution, war heroine, daughter of Wano, Kuina's older sister.

The woman who has no regard for her own life if it meant protecting others.

The woman who just sacrificed herself to save his life and his crew’s.

The woman he argued the day before and said so many bad things was now on her knees in front of him with a sword stuck in her chest and blood spurting everywhere.

Tashigi was losing consciousness and was losing fast.

“Hey, hey, hey, just keep looking at me, Tashigi.”

She did, but he could see that her eyelids were getting heavier and heavier.

Please don't let her die, please please.

The lips that he wanted to kiss so much but didn't have the courage now were stained red and heaven knows how he preferred it to be lipstick and not death. Every time she tried to say something, she ended up spitting blood and his face was already soaked, but Zoro couldn't, for anything in this world, care about it.

Robin released him from the task of stopping the bleeding and he managed to put both hands on Tashigi's face to force her to look at him. His hands were completely painted red and he hated to wear her blood - hands, arms, face, chest, everything. It didn't suit him well and he was really about to lose his fucking mind.

She blinked heavily but was managing to maintain eye contact and Zoro let himself be hopeful. Chopper ran around, trying incessantly to control the situation, but the swordsman could see how his little paws were shaking and how his eyes were red from crying.

If Chopper said there was no solution, it was because it was the end.

Please don't let her die, please please.

Not her, please, please.

There was so much he still wanted to say, she couldn't leave now. He wanted to say good things, not the bad things he spat on her face. Instead of saying that she would never be as good as her sister, he wanted to be able to say that she became so strong that she became his rival and that he was so proud of her that the feeling couldn’t fit in his own the chest; he wanted to say that she was an incredibly strong woman and that standing her ground after everything she had been through in life was admirable, but instead, he called her weak.

He vomited so many mean words because uncontrollable anger washed over him when she volunteered for a suicide mission. Wano's war was nearing its end, but they lost so many people in so many bloody battles. Zoro did not want to lose her. My God, not her.

Death, take someone bad, not her. She's too good. Please.

He hurt her. It was the first time that Tashigi didn’t argue back and Zoro found it very strange. But if that was what it took for her not to go out the door and return in a coffin, it would be worth it. She might hate him for the rest of her life, but she would hate him alive.

"After all, I thought you didn't think that way about me anymore. Too bad because I don't think the same about you anymore."

Zoro never saw such sadness overflow in her eyes as at that moment. Not even when she told her story to the Straw Hats - and that sadness was similar to what he saw so often on Robin's face. But what she expressed right after hearing his angry words was as if someone was putting a knife in the swordsman's heart and spinning. She knows that pain now.

“Oe, four-eyes, you're doing well. Just keep looking at me, okay? If you keep doing well, how about I let you train with Wado or Enma? You are now like a sword goddess here in Wano, right? They all obey you, so what do you think?”, Zoro knew he was being a blabbermouth, but he needed to keep her awake and maybe talking about swords could keep her focused on him.

“Sandai… don’t… obey me… you… only master…”

“I know. You found her for me, remember? Do you remember, Tashigi?”

The swordsman looked at Chopper out of the corner of his eye and saw the little reindeer crying copiously on Usopp's lap. Then, Zoro realized that he had no solution. That was the end.

His heart just stopped beating and he couldn't think of anything else. His mind was empty with just a white noise in the background.

No no no no no. Please don’t.

Zoro was sure that he must be looking like a maniac, with extremely wide eyes, frowns and a completely unformed smile. Smiling might make her endure a little longer, so he tried, but it was in vain.

Tashigi could no longer lift her head and Zoro could feel the life being drained from her. He held her face tightly as if that simple act could prevent her existence from leaving this world.

“C’mon, four-eyes. Hold on a little longer…“

“Ro… ronoa…”

“Come on, there's still so much for you to do-”

He felt someone's strong hand on his shoulder, but he felt no comfort at all. This person didn’t want to say that everything would be okay - the gesture was asking him to accept and let go.

No, no, no.

“Zoro. There's… there's nothing else we can do.”

Sanji's voice sounded as choked up as his. Zoro was sure that the cook was crying and then realized that the blood that was running down his face didn’t come from an injury. It was his own tears melting it.

Tashigi spat violently again and he understood that she wanted to say something.

“G-guys, I…“

Zoro already had a scold on the tip of his tongue, but Nami grabbed his arm. The girl bit her lip to keep from crying, but she was failing miserably. She sobbed desperately in the same way as Robin and Chopper. Sanji, Usopp, and Franky wept silently. Torao watched with a frightened expression, not knowing how to react and Smoker did the same.

Zoro didn't even want to think about Luffy's reaction when he found out.

Over the past few months, Tashigi has stood by the Straw Hat by Smoker's order to fight on behalf of the Navy revolutionaries for Wano - her home that has been denied to her for so many years. The captain was extremely suspicious at the beginning of the alliance, but Luffy always manages to unite any type of person and Tashigi was no exception. She fought alongside them and for them.

Her courage seemed to know no bounds.

That's probably why it didn't take long for the crew to fall in love with her and consider her one of them. And being considered part of the Straw Hats meant that she’d have all the treatment that anyone in the crew did. It meant that they would all protect her no matter what.

So where did they messed up so that Zoro was holding a nearly dead Tashigi in his arms?

“Guys… t-thanks for t-taking care… of a weakling like me…”

Zoro couldn't believe the words she had just said. She was dying and that was what she thought? How idiotic were they to make this woman so kind to think that until the last seconds of her life?

“No, Tashigi-chan!!! Y-you're not weak!! If it weren't for you, this war wouldn't be w-won!!”, Nami screamed and with eyes filled with tears.

“Y-y-you're our m-m-mate, Tashigi-chan!! I don't w-w-want you to go!”, Chopper cried like a baby and it was almost impossible to understand what he was talking about.

“Y-you are o-one of the m-most brave person I have ever m-met, Tashigi!!”, Robin's voice was completely choked.

They all gathered around her, hugging her and holding her tightly, trying to keep her there, with them. Everyone hoping for some miracle, anything that would make her not leave them.

Zoro continued to hold her face while everyone cried and sobbed hysterically. In the midst of all the suffering, in one last effort, her eyes met his and she smiled. A sweet smile she reserved only for him.

She whispered with great difficulty, but no one seemed to hear.

Zoro did.

“I-I… I re-really wanted… to be more… than… a  copycat for you… Zoro.”

The swordsman's eyes widened and his heart ached as if it was squirming inside his chest. But no, he wouldn't let it be that way. He had been a coward all these months, never admitting any feelings for her and always admiring her from afar as if the mere thought of getting close to her was wrong.

And now what he has left is a feeling of guilt and regret.

He could have lived so many things in the past few months, but he had been a coward.

He wouldn't be a coward now. She deserved much more than his cowardice.

Zoro leaned in and kissed her lips. Their foreheads touched and whispered in a shaky voice.

“You’re anything but a copycat to me.”

She was almost gone, he could feel it. He kissed her again.

“You are everything.”

She was crying silently, but couldn’t speak anymore. The only thing he had in those last moments was her smile.

"You too."

Zoro opened his mouth to speak, but the sparkle in Tashigi's eyes had already faded. He only held the shell where she lived and he never thought he’d feel so much pain in his life.

It was unbearable and suffocating.

Zoro howled and cried desperately along with his companions. He hadn't cried like that since Kuina's death and even so, now it was so much more. He didn't know how to stop and he didn't even know if he wanted to stop.

His head was heavy, his body ached, his chest looked like it was going to explode, he couldn't feel anything but suffering, but he was able to hear clearly when Luffy cried out Tashigi's name in anguish.

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“Zoro, her funeral is today. You coming?”, Sanji's voice was so hoarse that if it weren't for the years they spent together, he wouldn't have recognized the cook.

Zoro remained silent, his eyes fixed on the waves breaking lightly in the ocean. Probably a considerable amount of time had passed because Sanji spoke again cautiously.

“I think she’d like you to go.”

It had been three days since Tashigi's death and Zoro had entered a cycle of monstrous violence. No one survived against his swords and no one was able to stop him.

Not even his crew.

The captain's death raised indignation inside everyone's chest and even those who had given up fighting decided to step on the battlefield once again. The woman had become a symbol of resistance and neither Kaido nor Orochi would be able to contain the rebellion.

Because this war had taken a woman pure and just. There was no way to forgive that.

Since then, Zoro has survived on sake. He didn't eat, he didn't sleep, he didn't say anything, he just fought. Until Sanji decided to stop this rampant train of self-destruction before it was too late. The cook confronted him ("You're doing everything contrary to what she wanted!! She died to save us and you want to kill yourself!? Fuck you, Zoro!!") and this resulted in a nasty fight between them. Not even Luffy was able to intervene.

Sanji always had that collected manner about him, but he was also in a rage, just like Zoro. The swordsman noticed by the abrupt way he spoke and the bad words he used. But he also realized afterward that Sanji's real intention was to get him to expel all the accumulated anger before it grew to alarming levels. It was better for him to blow up on Sanji now than to blow up on the entire crew. They wouldn't stand a chance against Zoro's bloodlust. Then the cook withstood all the blows, returned all the attacks, sometimes allowed himself to be a punching bag and other times he just screamed at him. Sanji was trying to tire Zoro at all costs.

When neither of them could stand it anymore because of so many injuries, Zoro let out a cry so painful that Sanji ended up hugging him. He understood the swordsman's despair because Tashigi had become a great friend of the cook. The tiredness won and the two could only cry. Soon after, the two felt Luffy's embrace and tears and when they least realized it, the entire crew enveloped them in a huge hug.

Zoro didn't know how much time they stood there in that way because everything looked like a blur, but when he came down from his numb state, he noticed Sanji was holding out a large plate of food for him.

"Please, Zoro, eat. Things are going to get harder now because her death was a huge blow to us and we’re going to need you."

That was the day before. The two ate together and Zoro needed to thank him because Sanji had been, in fact, very patient and, despite suffering too, was willing to help him. Despite always bickering with each other, the swordsman knew that Sanji was a very valuable friend and one who understood him the most.

“I'll go.”

Sanji nodded and kept silent. After a while, he spoke again.

“They’ll grant her the maximum ranking. It should be Vice-Admiral, but they want her to be remembered as an Admiral.”

The cook lit his cigarette and after just one drag, Zoro snorted.

“As if she’d care about that shit.”

“Yeah.”

Tashigi never cared about ranks and Zoro knew that. The only thing that mattered to her was protecting people. For her and Smoker, ranks were just names to inflate empty people's ego.

“Come on, Zoro. Everyone must be waiting for us by now.”

“Yeah.”

Halfway he stopped and Sanji did too when he realized that Zoro wasn’t following him. He looked confused and his expression was one of inquiry.

“Sanji.”

Zoro noticed that the usual eye covered by the blonde bangs widened for a fraction of a second, but then he just nodded, telling him that he was paying attention.

“Thanks.”

Sanji smiled slightly and turned away, walking towards Sunny's exit again.

“Come on, moss head.”

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The funeral was pompous, but it had great honor in the whole ceremony. Zoro couldn't say what it was, but he felt as if everyone present had a huge regard for Tashigi. Hiyori asked for the woman to be buried in her country of ancestry and the Navy granted the request. Luffy asked Smoker for him and Zoro to carry her coffin and the Vice-Admiral had no strength to deny it. Thus, Smoker, Rear-Admiral Hina, Luffy, and Zoro were the last to see Admiral Tashigi's face before she was delicately delivered to the soil.

Zoro was so numb that he didn't even feel his fingertips. Beside him, Nami and Robin were crying profusely - the first hugging Luffy as if her life depended on it and the second had the face hidden in Franky's neck. The two were the ones who became closest to Tashigi and Zoro could imagine the pain they felt for the loss of their friend.

He knew it well because he had lost a friend, a rival and the only woman he loved (and would love) in his entire life.

After the whole ceremony was over, Zoro waited patiently for everyone to say his last goodbye to Admiral in front of her tombstone so he could say some last words to her.

I don't know if there’s this afterlife shit, but if it does, I hope you’ll listen to me, Admiral Four-eyes.

All of the Straw Hats were gone and the last one in front of the tombstone was Smoker. Zoro decided to approach.

Smoker probably noticed the swordsman's presence but chose not to recognize it. The two remained in heavy silence and neither moved. Until suddenly, the marine looked at the sky and grunted.

“You know, that idiot was completely head over heels for a pirate.”

This caught Zoro's attention. Smoker lit only one cigar.

"She did some crazy shit because she said she needed to reach and overcome the damn pirate. She trained her finger to the bone and whenever I asked why he, she always replied that it was because he was the best swordsman she had ever met.”

Smoker took the cigar out of his mouth and held it between his fingers. Zoro bit his lip because he didn't want to collapse in front of the other man.

“She also told me once that he and his crew saved her and made her see how wrong we were.”

Zoro clenched his fists so hard that he was afraid of tearing his hand. Smoker continued.

“She said that this pirate was different. That the bastard and the crew were different and that she’d protect them at all costs.”

The Vice-Admiral continued to stare at the cigar in his hand.

“Tashigi usually had a bunch of imbeciles drooling over her, but she never gave them the time of day. She told Hina that although she hated the fact, she had already been swept off her feet in Loguetown.”

Zoro's shoulders were shaking and his eyes started to water. Smoker sniffed but the swordsman gave the marine privacy. He took the cigar and put it in the base of the tombstone. The pirate seemed to have lost his voice during the Vice Admiral's monologue, but now, in the silence, he seemed to find it again to make one last request.

“Smoker. Can I have Shigure?”

The man answered nothing, just took the sword from his back and handed it to Zoro. The swordsman held Shigure with both hands and for some reason, he could feel Tashigi. Now you’ll be with me, four-eyes. Smoker rubbed his face and turned to go. Before actually leaving, he seemed to hesitate, but stopped and put a hand on Zoro's left shoulder.

“Stay safe, boy.”

And with that, he headed for the exit of the cemetery, leaving Zoro with his chest hurting more than the healthy limit. He sat down, crossed one leg on top of the other, rested Shigure on his thighs and meditated, focusing only on the presence of Tashigi and the longing that suffocated him. He doesn't know how much time he spent there, in that position, with the wind blowing through his hair and swinging his three earrings, but meditation helped to calm his heart.

When his breathing seemed to ease, he decided to throw words at the wind.

“Seriously, how stupid I was… do you forgive me, Tashigi?”

Your sister was my friend, but you were… the most important woman to me.

Zoro looked at the sky and remembered the day when the two decided to have a truce and how Tashigi slept so close to him that she was able to warm him up in the cold night.

“Is there such a stupid thing as another life, Tashigi?”

Zoro covered his face with his left hand and swallowed all the misery.

“Can I meet you in another life?”

The swordsman fought bravely so that no tears would even come out, but judging by the sight that turned into a blur, he must have failed miserably.

“My dream is for you too now.”

Zoro decided to stay for a while, but he knew he was just delaying the final goodbye. Nothing would bring her back, but Shigure would stay with him forever. He even wondered whether his body would support the weight of yet another sword, but he would manage. Finally, with swollen eyes, he untied the black bandana he always carried on his arm and stuck it with a knife Tanto in the base of the headstone.

He got up and headed for the exit. Life needed to go on and it's not like he was going to forget about her. He didn't even know how it would be possible to forget her.

Me too, four-eyes. Since Loguetown.

This time, I wanted to go full angst because I woke up in that vibe hahaha and this fic is test for me to train that style. So if anything feels out of place, I apologize.

Again: everything happens after Punk Hazard, but with headcanons related to the current canonical arc.

A quick reminder that English is not my first language, so forgive me for any mistakes.

[chiimmchiimm]

𝓼𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓶𝓮 ❝ 𝒶𝑔𝒶𝒾𝓃 ❞

FIRST PART  ❥ 01

 𝒫𝒶𝒾𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔: Jungkookbodyguard au x (female: Ariana)

𝒮𝓊𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎: Being the bodyguard of the district judge was an honor for his status and pocket. He had to safeguard his wife’s life and his life at all costs. She lived in an unstable bubble where in the day she boasted her great husband and at night she cried at the blows she gave him. For Mr. Jonh it was just a trophy for Jungkook was just a poor and beautiful woman who had fallen into the wrong hands. One night, in the middle of a party, she decides to put an end to that hell and runs away, when Jungkook finds her and Arianna asks her to take her away he can’t say no.

𝒢𝑒𝓃𝓇𝑒: smut., bodyguard au, fluff, angst, two shot.

  𝒲𝑜𝓇𝒹𝓈: 14 k

Ranquing: +18  

Warning: abuse, sadness, psychological abuse, dirty lenjuage, naked, muscles, relationship vanilla, sex,unprotected sex, heats for tight clothes, escape, love in secret, male oral, mounted.

Author’s note:   I want to thank you, wonderful readers, for giving love to history. As a reward I made it much longer. Without more to say to enjoy!

                                                             Ariana opened her eyes slowly letting herself be seduced by the caresses in her hair. His cheek rubbed lazily against Jungkook’s compact chest. The elder enjoyed the heat so attractive that he brought his body on top of his. He couldn’t help feeling jealous with the sheets for touching the skin of his beautiful raptured girlfriend. Unconsciously his fingers curled against the mattress, feeling the rough surface with longing. That bed had witnessed a night of passion and love. Fiddling with his finger as he slid down the line of his spine. He had so soft skin. His primary instinct yelled at him to make it his own again. The ring on his finger brought him back. Ariana may be married to an idiot who doesn’t value her but since yesterday she was his wife. No one will erase the traces of their kisses and bites. It was his and no one could say otherwise.

Ariana groaned weakly when Jungkook’s hand clenched her hip. Then, the woman woke up. Sliding her small hand down her chest to her abs so she could lean and straighten. He raised his head. Penetrating eyes welcomed her new life. His hair had matted and scrambled despite that image did not repulse him. She was so innocent and pure, so beautiful. Jungkook’s hand raised his body to hers, turning his skins as one. Ariana blushed when her nipples rubbed with the rudeness of her skin. She felt like covering herself but when she reached out to take the sheet, a much larger one caught her on the flight.

“Don’t cover yourself.” Jungkook grumbled in the middle of a childish growl. Bulging his lower lip while pouting with his lips. She was so hypnotized. How is it possible that he was behaving in such an innocent way after last night? He still felt the mark of his fingers press his hips against hers as he fucked her rough and without regrets. The flushing was such that he buried his face in his lover’s chest. Jungkook’s hoarse laugh didn’t help things calm down. Slowly, he brought his mouth to his ear, wetting his shell. “Why so shy if you didn’t stop yelling at me yesterday to fuck you harder?”

“Jungko-ok.” She stuttered in shame as her heated cheeks rose in color. “Don’t say those things …”

He laughed again. His restless hands clung to his tiny waist to raise it completely to his body. The legs on each side of his exuberant hip. His hot cock brushing his wet folds. He couldn’t help moaning in shock when the hardness of his erection bothered his inner thigh. I watch carefully as his dark iris was devouring the brown of his eyes. Jungkook was eager to follow the wild session last night. The moisture between her legs was screaming that she was ready for him. Sliding her palms down the soft vanilla thighs to fit her over his cock. Jungkook groaned pleased when his dampness dampened the sharp edge of his crotch.

“Fuck, do you want it too, right?” Controlling his instinct to mark her nipples with his teeth. Squeeze your fingers and end the suffering of both. But I wanted to hear it from his sweet mouth. There was nothing in the world that will need more. Ariana soaked her lips in response. Jungkook raised his palm and hit his butt causing her to jump stunned. Not because of pain but because of a strange pleasure that made her want more. “You go shy but your pussy drips on my cock.” Should I leave you like this? Needed and made a mess. “

"No-no. Please …”

Jungkook crushed a smile on his cheek. Raising his hands to his rear squeezing it with emphasis to increase suffocating friction.

-Please that? Mm. — I mutter near the corner of his mouth to cause a chill. When I feel that his nails were nailed the skin of his shoulder a low cramp towards his cock and is removed in response. I really wanted him. “Do you want me to fuck you? Is that what you want?”

“I want to ride you, Jungkook.”

“Shit.” He groaned uncontrollably. Squeezing his hands. Joining its entrance with its dripping tip. He dropped his head showing his sweaty neck. His adam nut is restless in anticipation. Ariana took off her breasts to sit on top. Watching the mess beneath. He was so handsome. So magical The way her abs contracted from the tension in her body seemed unreal.

But a knock on the door interrupts the moment.

“I bring you breakfast.” Announced the voice of that teenager last time. Jungkook straightened his head disoriented by external noise. Looking at the wood of the door imagining the poor child loaded with food. The extra weight disappeared when Ariana took it off her and sat on the mattress. Jungkook rolled his eyes in annoyance and stood up. He took his pants and put them on.

“Wait a minute.” Jungkook announced with a shout. He turned to check if Ariana was fit. He almost shit the boy when he sees her in his white shirt. Shake your head so that reason takes over. Later. They had to take strength to continue their journey aimlessly. Jungkook opens the door and lets it pass. The child leaves the trays on the round table and turns to give them a reberence. One pronounced towards Jungkook. The moment her hormonal eyes denote Ariana’s legs, she opens her mouth. Jungkook covers his body by getting in the middle. Giving him a rough look throws him out of the room.

“He was just a child, Jungkook.” He reprimands in a fun way. Letting an adorable laugh escape through his lips. Jungkook relaxed the wrinkle between his eyebrows and turned to his lover. They gave her such fascinating chills when she heard her speak her name. He would sit all day listening to his voice.

They eat with laughter and playful caresses. A couple of insinuations with sexual connotations by Jungkook. Blushing smiles. Everything was going well until the news on television collapsed the foundations of its parallel world. Ariana undid her smile as soon as her husband’s face occupied the entire screen. A smaller photo of them two on a trip to Istanbul. Jungkook watched worried his change of attitude, turned sharply towards the screen. His fingers folded the handle of the fork.

“How do you feel, Mr. Jonh?” A journalist chanted her microphone with her microphone. Jonh looked emaciated. Sinking into the deepest misery. Everyone on the plate seemed to emosize him. Show your support for your cause. Ariana knew she was lying. His inhaled lip. Your dark circles poorly drawn with makeup. It was a farce. This is how I manipulated her psychologically. Jungkook intended to turn off the television but Ariana stopped him by extending his hand up.

“I’m broken. They’ve kidnapped love from my life. That …” a sudden sob stopped his great monologue. “Honey if you’re looking at me I want you to know I’m going to find you. I’m going to save you from that son of a bitch, I promise you . I will rescue you … ”

Ariana turns off the TV taking Jungkook’s immediate gaze. She does not look at him since he is in a state of trance resembling a living nightmare. All those people supported him. They blamed them without knowing the real story. Money did not give happiness but it was an influential factor in the media. His chest was pressed drowning his delicate heart. He had left that delusional hell and then why did he still feel that rope in his neck? His happiness had become so ephemeral in a matter of seconds. Something unreachable. Suddenly, I watch Jungkook with faded eyes. There was no need to say anything, his face was already speaking for her.

“I know him, he won’t stop until he finds us and when he does …”

“Hey.” His heated whisper brought her back, clutching her long, strong fingers at the top of her cheeks. His finger cleansed a tear that she didn’t even know when she had expelled. It just happened. “He won’t find us, I swear. And he won’t hurt you again. Not as long as he’s alive.”

Ariana’s lips peeled after hearing the latest.

“You don’t understand?” She reproached in an attempt to convince herself. “Jonh won’t stop until he finds us. At this point your photo and mine will be at each airport, train station, bus … There is no escape, there is only one exit. And we both know what it is … “

"No.” I negotiated hard in an agonizing sigh. I try to look for her gaze but she didn’t raise her head for fear of getting lost in her eyes. He ran the chair and got up. When his fingers brushed his knuckles he pushed his hand away and moved behind the bar of alcoholic beverages. If Jungkook touched her even a little, she would fall at his feet. He could not let himself be controlled by the influence of his touch. For your sake and for your own. His gesture made Jungkook growl under his breath. Clearly upset by his interest in wanting to get away. Bringing a hand to the back of his neck he disheveled his hair in a nervous attack. He took off his sweet and tasty lips before sending him a warning look: “Are you able to forget about last night? Go on with your life as if none of this had happened?”

But she didn’t find the courage to hold his gaze.

“Look at me, fuck!” His scream startled her. The moment Arianna’s shoulders began to shake, Jungkook pursed her lips, but she didn’t change her posture. What I was proposing was madness, a mission without a return. I couldn’t let it get consumed again. This he did more for him than for her. His conscience would not let him sleep. I couldn’t do it after I had it for him. It might sound selfish but I didn’t want to be rubbed on its side. On the other hand, his ego had been badly damaged. He knew she didn’t want to leave just remembering how a smile formed with every caress he gave her. The laugh that flowed from his bulging lips. And the look of prey that didn’t want to be hunted.

“Last night we were selfish. I should have stopped it because this has no future.”

And there it was. They both knew it but the boy was capricious and didn’t want to admit it.

“And do you think that returning with that son of a bitch is the perfect solution?”

“Not the perfect one. If the right one.”

His snort brought attention to his attention. Averting his eyes to an annoyed Jungkook to the limit. With white knuckles for the clenching of his fists. He wanted to get close. Caress that exact point of the neck. The one who calmed him in stressful situations. But once again, he held back. Her heart shrank when the boy caught her watching.

“Very good.” He took off his lips in a snap. I stride towards the bathroom. His hand clenched the crank. He turned sharply and watched as his teary eyes traveled from his aching fists to his puckered face. It was the drop that filled the glass. “Dress up, Mrs. Ariana. In a few moments I’ll take her back with her husband.”

The slam of the door made the paintings tremble. The lump in his throat painfully pressed his breath. I didn’t know how pitiful it was to be listening to that respectful treatment. Not after they had been one and his mouth had marked his skin. I park her gaze on the ball gown on the nightstand. His legs walked alone toward the furniture. When his fingers squeezed the thin cloth, his hand reacted by just throwing it to the ground. That dress meant submission. Return to a life of gloom. Jealousy. Shouting. Hits. Why did I think it was the solution? I would rather live on the run. Damn it, of course he did. Freedom tasted so sweet. I hear water fall into a bathroom. Kicking the dress was armed with courage and walked towards the door. He knocked with his knuckles but Jungkook didn’t answer. He slightly moved the crank and opened the door. Water vapor came in contact with his nose. The mixture of oxygen and water was a relaxing stimulant. There he was. Trying to calm down under a boiling water fountain. He raised his arms to clear the soap from his face. His biceps bulged deliciously. He didn’t know if it was right to spy while taking a shower but he thought he fainted when Jungkook turned around, leaving behind the majestic sight of his back, and his cock appeared in his field of vision. Raised and hot with the naked eye. In response, Ariana clenched her thighs when she realized how active she had been since her interrupted pampering of awakening. She stripped her shirt without thinking twice, sending the shit what was right or not. I just wanted one thing at this time and had a first and last name.

Jungkook dropped his neck overwhelmed by the pleasant burning in his skin. Frowning and clenching his lips as he waved his adam nut when he treated saliva. Not perceiving, not realizing that the door was run and closed. Hands on the back of his neck made him regain his conscience. To stabilize his head and see the owner. Ariana stretched her legs to give her a tiptoe kiss straight on her left cheek, just above the scar. Jungkook lost control and stamped her against the wall while wrapping her body. Glueing their wet skins. The biggest assault’s mouth is that of the girl in a matter of seconds. A kiss that began in the first room with hurried tongue movements. Ariana’s nails scratched her neck in an attempt to bring it closer. On the other hand, his waist was caught between two large hands that drew small downward squeezes to his butt. I go down to her thighs and squeeze them hungry. She groaned in response causing Jungkook to undid the kiss immediately. Brushing his lips as they mixed their breaths. Ariana took a step forward to delight again the taste of her mouth, but Jungkook leaned back leaving her confused.

“What do you want?” I snort on his sensitive lip. He approached and caught the bottom with his teeth leaving her wanting more. He rushed forward again but Jungkook stopped her with one hand on his chin. “Is your only intention to drive me crazy?” I whisper in a kiss through his jaw. He muttered deeply against his sensitive skin getting a shiver to put his hairs on end. The sound of the waterfall had gone to the background, now, the most listened to were wet kisses and inciting bites against the hollow of his shoulder. A sound lowered from the sky that only increased the humidity between his legs. His thighs in constant friction. Jungkook separated from his body when he was sated from his skin. His dark orbs stained with a dark lust overshadowed his. Jungkook raised a finger to his chin to draw the shape of the bone. Ariana closed her eyes rapt by her tender touch.

“Get on your knees.”

The girl opened her eyes wide. Jungkook’s finger traced his cheek until he pressed his lower lip with his thumb. His knees touched the cold ground when he reached down. Supported to stay upright with one hand on her right thigh. Good support considering how well your muscles were formed from that fibrous part of your body. Ariana raised her head to look for his gaze. Jungkook savored his lip with temptation while watching the bold position. His hand wrapped his hair in a ponytail. His sight cleared gave himself the privilege of admiring the slender cock in front of him. Saliva began to accumulate inside his mouth when he saw his red tip aimed to explode with drops of precum, veins that spread throughout the skin and the fluff that was in the navel line. He felt the softness of his spine when his hand took the audacity to wrap it. In the first movement Jungkook could not cover his grateful groan. Throwing his head back. Swallowing hard. Wrapping your fingers around your ponytail. In the second swing he improved the position of his knees as he approached. The mixture of water and his breathing was an explosive mitigating that Jungkook did not overlook. If he didn’t stop playing with his control, it would end before he started.

“Ariana …” he growled. Overwhelmed by impatience. He approached his face to his cock so that he understood his desires to start the attack of his mouth. Ariana stuck her tongue out to slide along its entire length. Simulating the action of a cat with his bowl of milk. Jungkook gasped in response. The hot touch of his tongue had increased his enjoyment. He was already imagining how good it would feel to taste the warmth of the cave in his mouth. Another lick. This time on the circumference reddened by overstimulation. Leaving aside how good Jungkook’s moans sat, he blunted. He introduced it slowly in his mouth to have the time to taste his skin in contrast to his fluids. It reached the middle. He sucked and pulled his cock out of his mouth with a click. Jungkook waved comb the loose hairs of his forehead as he opened his mouth panting. Watching from above how well his lips were clenched at his base, again. “Oh, fuck look at you. So full for my big cock. Do you think you can take it all, baby?”

Ariana nodded proudly of the depth of her throat.

“I can’t be more anxious about it.”

I intensify his grip to hold it tight. His dominant side came out as soon as a small smile sprouted from his plump lips. Panting. He had wanted to fuck his throat until his cock hugged his vocal cords. With the help of his hand at his base he was introducing it into his mouth. This time with the extra help of moisture until the tip rang his bell. Leaning with her hand on her thigh she took the urge to throw her head back and breathe. His eyes were red, watery, his mouth open with his tongue out while a thread of saliva connected the tip with his mouth. The view seemed better than any ancient landscape he had visited before. Pumping with your hand to stimulate the trunk before opening the mouth and descending. Savoring your skin as if it were your favorite lollipop. The arcades began to attack her when in an act of impatience Jungkook pushed so that he will increase the centimeters inside his mouth. Ariana closed her eyes and let herself go. His nose buried in his pubic hair by filling up his grip. Jungkook began to release broken gasps without much lucidity from the cloud of pleasure that enveloped his head. Ariana retracted to take a breath. Two seconds later his cock plunged back into his hot cavern. Jungkook began to fuck his mouth, initially with caution. However, when he saw that his ability could withstand it there was no average speed. Jungkook moved her with his right hand while she let him do what he wanted. His nails leaving small grooves in his thighs as he squeezed so as not to fall for the impulse. The sensation was so carnal that he no longer controlled the level of his drowned groans. His cock came to hit the walls of his throat. Saliva sprouted through its corners. The hollow sound of his tip against his tonsils. Jungkook crushed a wicked smile under his soaked lips.

-You like? Shit, baby you’re taking it all. ”He cut his monologue with a hoarse laugh when he realized.“ You can’t talk, right? You have my cock everywhere. ”His deep mockery caused the girl to watch the older one with a frown. “You can look at me like that, baby. But we both know it’s only because you like my cock pushing you so deep in your throat that you fight to talk later.”

It only takes two more hip movements for his libido to fly his desire and run inside his mouth. The head falls alone while groaning. His orgasm is so wonderful that he hardly pays attention around him. She squeezes his cock as she drinks to the last drop of her semen. He stands up again in the middle of that daze. Jungkook stabilizes his neck and looks at her. Narrowing his eyes with his chest in tune with his restless shoulders. A prick stuns his knees. Place your souls on top of your chest to hold your tired body. Close your eyes when your thumb dances down your cheek. Jungkook’s brown eyes had left behind that spicy aroma, melancholy bathed the iris of his eyes. Leaning slightly forward his lips spoke over his forehead.

“Take a shower. When you leave we leave.”

He took off from his body taking the heat with him, Ariana’s arms plummeted swaying in almost unpredictable movements. Jungkook ran the window to get out of the shower. The faucet of the tap that until then had remained distant had burst into force with its unexpected loneliness. He listened. He showered, but with a bitter taste on top of his throat. Something was wrong. His suspicions were confirmed when he left the bathroom when he found the room empty. For a moment, panic took over his delicate instability when he imagined Jungkook leaving. Of course, it was only a few seconds before he noticed his jacket on the back of the chair. When he left the room he found him leaning on his motorcycle. Losing sight somewhere on the road. Frowning distressed by the longing. The plastic bag that carried her dress fell to the floor. Jungkook reacted by turning to her. When he opened his mouth to ask if he was okay, his body was being pushed back in a hug. Ariana’s arms wrapped her neck in fear. Your mouth pressed at the junction of your shoulder and neck. He could not calm down until his vanilla perfume overshadowed his oxygen.

“Don’t leave me …” I speak between hipitos in the bargain voice. Jungkook raised his eyebrows in surprise at his request. He then slowly separated her so he could look at him. His red nose and trembling lips was the only thing he found. His thumb played small caresses on his cheek again. He raised his corners in a small but significant gesture.

“Why do you say that?” I whisper deeply. The words are blown by the wind but his tender way of looking at her no one could judge her. Ariana understood that her suspicions were nothing more than infusions created by her low emotional level. The boy was not going to leave her for anything in the world. Ariana was aware of all the dangers that would dawn her trip but the fear of losing him was stronger.

“You were not leaving?” He repeated, in a sad tone.

Jungkook raised his smile.

“No without you.”

A fleeting kiss on his nose made him laugh much calmer. The couple enjoyed their time alone until the old woman at the counter appeared behind Ariana. Jungkook watched her immediately. He wrapped his lover’s waist to place it beside him.

“I know you’re not Mr. Kim.” His neutral accusation made them both look at each other immediately. The old woman’s features wrinkled intensely. She looked annoyed at her deception. Ariana stirred against the motorcycle at the sensation of being discovered. Surely he had seen the news. Jungkook lifted his chin and swallowed. He was nervous but he wouldn’t let the woman notice. He opened his mouth to excuse himself but the old woman relaxed her features and that stopped him. His bright little eyes called understanding and humility. “I’m not going to say anything you can rest easy.”

Ariana was obliged to thank him with a small smile.

“Thank you very much.”

The old woman waved her hand down.

“Nothing, nothing. I have not believed anything that the quacker said. I recognize a couple when I see her and if you knew how to fool me the first time that means you love each other. You can leave with the peace of mind that neither my grandson nor I will open mouth.”

Jungkook nodded his confidence blindly with the old woman’s words. He got on the motorcycle and then Ariana followed.

“Young.” I call Jungkook with a faint smile. “They’d better look for another kind of transportation, there’s going to be a thunderstorm later.”

Jungkook observed his vehicle immediately. Separating his hands from the handle, he made a face. It was all they had.

“I know a car shop. It’s around here,” the girl replied with great confidence. Jungkook blinked a little overwhelmed. What would she know about those things? Although of course, rich or poor, the car needs an occasional fix. They said goodbye to the old woman waving her hand. Jungkook advanced on the empty road. The low morning light gave it a spectacular view when it reflected with the mountain peaks. That area was always a lot, but even the deadliest things can be the most alive. Following the indications of his lover they reached a secondary road that ended with a sign of two English keys. He did not comment on it. I just park the motorcycle between two large trucks and they got off. At the top of the building you could read a sign that said Workshop Kim. The doubt had not left him at any time. Curiosity made him follow her inside.

A man at a counter was the first thing that came through the door. Jungkook narrowed his eyes distrusting his hard appearance. He immediately took the girl’s hand making it turn with a curious look.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

But she slowly denied.

“Trust me,” he said, in a full tone of something that I decipher as hidden cravings.

Another man much taller than the first appeared through a back door while cleaning something with a rag. The man wore a baseball cap and some dimples on his two cheeks. When he looked up at them and I see Ariana, his serious countenance was replaced by one of jubilation. His features stretched in surprise.

“Ariana?” I shout, excited about her reunion for two years. I throw the cloth down and jump is a counter to hug her. A wave of jealousy shook Jungkook when he saw the enthusiasm that the two carried. He observed the tallest with a menacing look. Erect his body to separate them if he didn’t release her. Without hiding his disagreement, he clenched his hands into fists. The aftertaste of his throat began to sting his anger.

“How are you brother?”

Jungkook relaxed his surprised body. I watch the brother couple in front of me in amazement. Namjoon laughed excitedly when I hear his family bond. He separated from her but with his hands still on his shoulders.

“I haven’t seen you in two years, my little sister.” Leaving aside the reproaches, he couldn’t undo his smile. Taking the time to reaffirm the years they had spent seeing how much had changed. Not only physically, his gaze carried more security than when he left there. His brother had also changed. He was taller and more handsome. The metamorphosis had turned them into two butterflies struggling to be free someday. Then, I notice Jungkook’s presence ten centimeters further back. “You are the one who took my sister?”

Jungkook bit his tongue unintentionally. He had had to endure many looks but that chestnut’s looked simply different. He had never had to fight a battle of dominance because he always won.

“I’ve gone with him because I wanted to, Moni.” I scold his brother with a reassuring look. Namjoon relaxed his fibrous body when his sister’s hand stroked her back. Since children that point managed to calm him.

“I haven’t kidnapped anyone,” Jungkook replied, completely annoyed at the distrust his brother showed.

“I know.” Namjoon said. “I just want to thank you for getting my sister out of that bastard.”

Jungkook nodded firmly in line with his point.

“We need a car, Moni.”

His older brother nodded.

“Take whatever you want.”

Jungkook closed the door when she sat in the passenger seat. Namjoon had complied with Ariana’s request and got them a blue minivan. Jungkook was not satisfied with the type of car because he found it too flashy, but it was the one she chose and did not want to take the opposite.

“Where are you going now?” Asked his brother at the side of the car. As the windows were lowered both could breathe the dry air of the saw. Although he had not stopped talking to his sister since they had arrived, this time, the question was directed to Jungkook.

“To New York. I have a trusted friend there.”

Namjoon nodded.

Florida’s sticky heat contrasted with her eagerness to arrive. They had been traveling for two days. Sleeping in the retractable seats of the car. With the only view of stars in the dark sky. There were fifteen kilometers left, Jungkook turned right and went to a gas station.

“I’ll be right back.” I mutter tired of the lack of sleep. Ariana let her head crush in her hand and watched him. Small dark grooves under his eyes. She probably wore them too. Jungkook got out of the car. It disappeared through automatic doors. He closed his eyes to rest for a few minutes, however, a loud music made him jump in his seat. I look in the rearview mirror as a red car full of students parked next door. A girl with a tiny skirt jumps from the interior of the car to the asphalt. In the act you see her black panties but seems not to care. At that moment, Jungkook leaves the store with a small bag in his hands. The redhead sees him and immediately the eyes go out of his orbits. Open your mouth and paste on your friend’s shoulder so she could see what was in front of her. I frowned as I sat up in the seat. Jungkook seemed to be oblivious to the sinful looks of those schoolgirls on her thighs and arms. What was dark brown was to see how the chestnut was pushing her friend to collide “accidentally” against Jungkook’s body.

“Oops, I’m so sorry, I think I tripped.” I whisper under an empty tone of guilt. It was pathetic to see how the girl beat her eyelashes in search of some of her attention. Jungkook frowned at the floor and when he realized that there was nothing on the floor that he might trip over, he smiled wryly. Jungkook caught the bag from the ground and continued on his way. Some red ones settled in his forearm stopping him. “Could you please help us? The car has been screwed.”

And when I thought I was going to hear a rejection from him. The idiot was seduced by that girl and walked to his car. Ariana opened her mouth indignantly as her eyes widened exaggeratedly. Jungkook lifted the bonnet, took out the stick and hooked it into a slit to hold it. He leaned down to see the fault. The two girls were behind. Embracing each other excited by the scene before them. The brown beak with his finger the stomach of the redhead. Hormonal giggles began to sprout from his poorly painted lips. Ha The girl could not be more ridiculous. Jungkook pulled the head from the bonnet and closed it.

“The next time you want attention, make sure your excuse is grounded.”

The redhead opened her eyes when Jungkook circled them ignoring them. He had realized that he had been hoisted and had not found it funny. Arriving at the car. He opened the door and sat down. Ariana kept her eyes fixed on the window. I didn’t even want to see him. Innocent Jungkook thought that his dry attitude was due to lack of sleep.

In twenty minutes they reached their destination. The big Apple. Cars were circulating everywhere so that they did not attract attention. Jungkook drove down some more streets until he reached a set of apartments. He got into the garage. Ariana watched confused as she typed the access codes. Did he know that? No doubt, I didn’t know Jungkook as I thought he did. There was no one in the garage who did not run into endless accusatory glances along the way.

Pressing the button on the second floor the elevator doors closed.

“What’s wrong with you?” I ask through a worried tone. They had not spoken during the trip. Nor on the way to the elevator. Ariana’s dumbness was beginning to show him. Far from guessing what was happening to him, he began to think for himself the reasons.

The doors opened cutting the conversation.

Ariana POV

Jungkook gave me a quick glance before walking through the long halls. I followed him from behind without emitting a single word. Arms crossed and with pursed lips. Jungkook stopped in front of a black marbre door carved with a gold colored knob. He positioned his knuckle to hit her but stopped for a few seconds meditating. Finally he decided to press the bell button. Steps were heard behind the door. Each time closer. Jungkook expired heavily to howl his nerves. I paid close attention to the way the muscles in his back tensed with the sound of the bolt unlocking.

The door opened, a man with mint hair automatically appearing.

“Jungkook …” he stopped his language when he saw me behind his friend. He almost instantly sent a disapproving glance towards Jungkook, who immediately observed me a few seconds before returning to the mint-haired man. He found it denying. I click his tongue before speaking again. “I really can’t believe what you’ve done. Shit, Jungkook is married and not with anyone.” You just can’t. “

"I didn’t come here to scold me.” Nor do I explain my life to you. I need help. ”I turn away his neutral tone interspersed in one desperate to look at me briefly.“ We need help. ”

The mint suffered an internal struggle over duty or its meaning of friendship. Judging the tone Jungkook used to say that they were friends of years and that there was love between them. But, what really surprised me was to see a plaque hanging on his belt. Swallow sharply. He was an FBI agent. Jonh has the apartment bought and if he recognizes me, which he has done, he would take me back with him. I didn’t want to risk going back to that hell. Jungkook’s blind trust was the only thing that held me back.

“Pass.” He offered to step aside.

We enter a modern apartment with lots of light coming from the windows of the penthouses in New York. These departments were expensive so Jungkook’s friend must be one of the greats. I left the bag with my clothes on a small table at the entrance.

“What the hell are you wearing?”, Reprimanded by her abrupt tone, I turn self-consciously. Look strangely at Jungkook’s biker outfit. But his tone does not match his cocked smile. Jungkook palpates his thighs before shrugging his shoulders. Two seconds later they are wrapped in a happy hug for their reunion.

I have to say that the bed was more comfortable than the one in that motel and that sleeping had never sat so well. Jungkook’s heady perfume gave me the security I needed to let myself fall into a deep restful sleep. His arms wrapped around my waist, occasionally giving a slight squeeze to feel me.

Right now, I was carrying a cup of coffee to my lips. The taste of freshly made caffeine was a mitigating that woke my sleepy body. I watched from a distance as Jungkook turned around the room while talking on the phone. Scratching his neck while focusing solely on what they were saying. It had been two days since we arrived and I had barely seen Yoongi. Jungkook told me that he would probably have a lot of work at the plant. That he could not miss his position because they might suspect.

The snap of keys at the front door led my gaze there. Yoongi came in later. He passed by Jungkook and patted his back in greeting. He then undid the knot of his tie and the tank on top of the countertop. His feline eyes watched the clink of my fingers against the pottery of the cup. I raised my eyebrows and prepared to offer him a cup of coffee. During the few days in which I had taken the time to observe him I had realized that he was not very talkative and that his gestures were all I needed to communicate.

Drag the cup through the granite.

“Thank you.”

I nodded shyly.

Yoongi looked again at Jungkook sideways. Imitate his gesture. Now he seemed more upset than before.

“He’s a smart boy, you’ll manage very well.”

“Yes I know.”

“He always did, anyway.” He added before taking a sip of coffee. I looked at him again, this time, with an aloof curiosity. I leave the cup in the oak and gasp for the liveliness that the coffee gave him.

“Since when have you met?” I was aware that my tone was too low compared to his higher. But I felt relieved when I groaned thoughtfully.

“Not more than four years.” I meditate wrinkling his forehead. “He was my partner in the academy.”

“Jungkook was a cop?” I opened my mouth in amazement.

Yoongi nodded.

“The best of all. Jungkook was the best companion I had. When he left they only sent me inept with a sense of hero.”

Tilt my body forward so as not to miss any detail. My gesture gave him the confidence to continue digging up his memories.

“Why did he leave?”

Yoongi bit her lower lip to stop. The only thing that confirmed my remarkable concern was that it must have been something quite strong. Something that even Yoongi himself could not overlook without bringing painful memories to life.

“Well …” I clear my throat a little. I take a quick look at Jungkook before continuing. ”There was a shooting in one of our missions. A girl who was in charge of Jungkook died and he couldn’t stand it… ”He closed his eyes when his thick saliva went down the inside of his throat.“ It wasn’t even his fault, those things just happen. A moron moved from the formation and Jungkook went to save him, he only left her for two seconds. However, it was enough time for two bullets to give him. One of the things they teach us in academia is that death will always be present. After that he left the plate on the table and left the body. He stopped taking my calls and answering my messages. Some time later a friend told me he was working as a bodyguard for an important politician. “

"It’s very sad.” I thought out loud. My melancholy caused Yoongi to wrinkle a grimace. It was a painful story and more than ever my desire not to leave him ran first to an unsafe goal.

Jungkook burst into the kitchen with a confused expression while holding the phone in suspension. It seemed as if someone had told him something and was still thinking.

“Is everything okay?” Yoongi asked.

“Jonh has withdrawn the complaint,” he said, still doubting what his friend from the national police had told him. I jumped off the stool. My feet rumbled so loudly that two pairs of eyes looked at me instantly.

It had been a week since he tasted freedom. Jungkook occasionally went out to the street to go around and check the newspapers, the billboards. But just as they had told him, Jonh had withdrawn the complaint. No more news of my alleged kidnapping. The broadcasters talked about other things. My face was no longer in every program, and how ironic it would be to say that I still had not exercised that right. Jungkook forbade me to leave Yoongi’s house. With a different excuse every time. What if it was a bluff. That when Jonh’s men would step on the street they would see me. I could understand his distrust but I didn’t share it. My future ex-husband was a capricious person, his interest in people did not last longer than a second. It was more than clear that as soon as he saw that I left he got tired of looking for me. Surely, he must be overflowing with one of his countless lovers in which our bed was. Forgetting that it existed.

When the night breeze caressed my cheeks, a rebel impulse clouded my reasoning. I couldn’t even tell when I buried my shoes in the park’s lawn in front of the building. Despite the moonlight I noticed how my color returned. I took a deep breath, importing little toxic air from car smoke.

“A handout, please, I’m very hungry.” A scratchy voice scared me. The figure of a squalid man emerged from the leftovers of the night. Located under the light of the lamppost I could realize that he was nothing more than a tramp asking for help. I smiled sadly as I left the garden and approached the man. Up close, I was able to analyze his dirt-stained face and torn clothes. It was summer and still dressed like winter. Cheeks sucked by lack of weight. The back hunched forward. His pleading eyes.

“I don’t have money …”

The glitter of my gold ring caught my attention when I shake my hands. I blinked by chance. It was my married ring. The one Jonh gave me when he asked me to marry. The cause of my misfortune. Determined I slid it by my finger, pulling it out.

“Taking.”

I offered him the ring with a smile on his mouth. That ring was the object that connected me with my previous life, I didn’t need it. Rather, I didn’t want her. The tramp stained my earth fingers a little when he picked it up. Opening his eyes wide when the glitter disturbed him. I observe myself immediately. I agreed to take it. He would probably need it more than me.

“Ariana!” A scandalized scream rang out behind me. The tramp opened his eyes frightened by Jungkook’s stride race. The poor man ran away in the opposite direction. I frowned a little annoyed at her screams. It was late and people were sleeping. When he reached my side he kept seeing the path where the tramp had run. Expelling some curses from his mouth under his gaze to me. “Can you tell what the fuck you are doing out here?”

I crossed my arms for his bad tone.

“I’m taking fresh air.” I answered in the same accusation tone. Emphasizing the innocence of my action. I shrugged my shoulders simulating a passive attitude. Jungkook blew hot air out of his mouth. His nostrils were enlarged by the speed with which the air entered.

“Go back inside.” He pointed the glass doors of the building with his finger. I obeyed because I didn’t want to set up a scene in the middle of the park late at night. Jungkook had the decorum to open the door and follow me from behind as if it were my own shadow. When he opened the apartment door I went straight to the room. His hand held me in my place. “Are you really going to behave like a capricious girl?”

“I’ve been locked in my right for days!” The voice came out louder than I would have liked but there was no turning back. I was stressed by so much protection, the danger had passed but Jungkook didn’t understand it. I thanked internally that Yoongi will be outside and not being a spectator of this conversation. My face would fall ashamed if he sees us arguing in his house. Jungkook smoothes his face with his palm to calm down but only tousles his hair. I licked her juicy lips and she stares at me, determined not to change her mind. “You can’t treat me like a doll of unlimited edition that you have in a glass case so it doesn’t break. I need to go out, breathe.”

“You’re not going out until further notice.”

Jade outraged. Pressing his lips to his direction and glaring him to the roots.

“Fuck you, Jungkook.”

He opened his eyes wide when he heard that defamatory. He opened his mouth to answer but Yoongi broke into the apartment, staying planted at the door when he noticed the tension between the two. Taking advantage of his mistake, I ran to the room, slamming the door behind me to give life to my discomfort. Later I would ask Yoongi for forgiveness.

The next morning.

“What happened last night?” Yoongi asked as he sat on the little table in the living room, facing the sofa where Jungkook had spent the night. Jungkook growled as he clenched the bridge of his nose. He sat down and accepted the cup of tea that Yoongi had offered him. The bag of herbs was the only thing I observed in his little trance. He swallowed hard and connected his gaze with his best friend. “Kook, you can’t treat her like a fragile doll.” It is logical to be angry, you should talk to her.

But Jungkook denied sleepy.

“I don’t think he wants to talk to me.” I deserve your contempt for how cocoon I have been these days.

He looked so emaciated. Not wanting to breathe even. Guilt didn’t let him sleep through the night, besides, adding to him how uncomfortable it was to fall asleep on that leather sofa. The material was cold and dry. In the middle of the night when I was looking for something to warm up, the only thing I found were pillows, not my body heat, or my smell, just cold and fluffy pillows. My nails pressed the wood of the door of the guest room. My head half peeked as I secretly listened to their conversation. I recognize that I felt a little bad when I heard his voice muffled and I saw his back hunched forward as if he were a puppy that knows he has done something wrong.

I stayed halfway to an impulse to let me see when the kitchen phone started ringing. Take a quick look at the two men talking in the living room but none seemed to notice the device. Walk to the kitchen and pick up the phone. I shrunk my stomach when I thought about my actions. Should I have let it ring? Damn, nobody should know that I’m here. Take the headset to my ear and let them talk first.

“Hello my love…”

Hang up

My hand was stuck to the phone. Frozen by my body paralysis. My ears had recognized that voice at the first moment. His evil vibrato and feigned affection. It was Jonh. It was my husband. I brought my hands to my eyes to hold back the tears. I knew where I was. He had found me. My chest began to rise and fall rapidly. I gasped as I moaned. With trembling hands, I grabbed the back of a chair to hold on and not collapse on the floor.

Yoongi and Jungkook entered the kitchen. The mint froze but Jungkook ran to my side to hold me by the waist.

-What’s wrong? Ariana. — worried she caught my cheeks to look for my watery eyes.

“I need … Air.”

“There’s a Starbucks a couple of blocks down.”

Jungkook watched Yoongi. He nodded and wiped my tears with his thumbs.

I closed my eyes getting used to the midday sun. The tears had dried half an hour ago but the lump in my throat was not falling apart. The discomfort in my stomach either. Sitting on a bench apart from people while waiting for Jungkook and my iced coffee.

It appeared a minute later with two cardboard cups decorated with the brand of the beverage company.

As soon as he gave me the drink, I rushed it to my lips. I closed my eyes when the contrast between cold and heat caused small chills to my tongue. When I opened them I found Jungkook’s worried look directly. He immediately turned his gaze to a couple of children playing near the fountain. I smiled softly when I bathe her pink-red cheeks. Embarrassed for catching him watching.

“It wasn’t your fault.” Just overwhelm me. ”I commented, ending his shame. I connect our eyes intensely. I know he hadn’t told me anything but something tells me that he had been thinking about it. The real problem lands again in my memory. The knot grows and coughs.

“Me…”

The color of his face disappears as he looks behind me. I intend to turn around but his scream prevents me.

“Don’t turn.” He whispers altered.

“Jungkook, what’s up?”

“You take me by the hand of three and we run to those bushes.” His voice sounds somewhat run over by something he is seeing and makes him nervous.

“Jungkook?”

“One.”

“But…”

“Two.”

“Jung …”

“Three!” He shouts and takes my hand.

Stretch my body while running and as a result my glass falls to the ground without being able to avoid it. We reached the bushes and threw me to the ground, so that we lay face down on the ground.

“They are following us.” Shit. Shit. Shit. — begins to rave. It forms a fist of leaves and strangles it with force. His other hand hits the ground in such a way that it raises a dust that makes me cough. I can’t understand what he says until I recognize two of Jonh’s men by a small abujero. Next to the bank where we were, looking towards all directions of the park, surely, looking for us. I get so nervous that I scream scared. Jungkook’s palm covers my mouth and his finger tells me to be silent. I nod slowly. Uncover my mouth carefully while looking at me with small head movements. He slides his hand through his pocket and takes out the phone that Yoongi had given him. Dial a number and put it on your ear. “Yoongi … Fuck, they found us … Yes … Yes … Ok.”

“We’re going to get caught,” he groaned in a shaky whisper. Jungkook sticks his forehead to mine to reassure me. Save the phone and get on your knees.

“I have not crossed half a country for two morons to catch us.” We’re going to run to Yoongi’s apartment, don’t let go of my hand at any time, understand?

Seat.

I have not run so much in my life. Tiredness is present in the middle of the race. Jungkook’s speed is superhuman, there are moments when my foot stumbles on some solitary stone but I don’t let go of his hand at any time. Luck goes on our side because the traffic lights turn green when we pass, I look back and I don’t see anyone, however, I don’t stop running until we get to the apartment. Jungkook lifts the mat throwing it through the air while I support my body on the wall with one hand. The other hooked on his. Unlock the door and put me inside an arm lug. Leave the keys in a bowl and lean on the door so as not to faint from fatigue.

“You’re good..”

He threw me into his arms like crazy. I wrap his neck with such anxiety that his body takes a couple of seconds to react and wrap me. Jungkook sinks his face into the hollow of my shoulder and neck. We are sweaty but we don’t care. I want to feel security again and he is the only one who can fulfill that desire. One of his palms is crushed in the curve of my back to become more attached to his torso. It separates us when his hands press my cheeks. Shock our foreheads again. His breath falls on my lips sending chills all over my body. He threw me to his lips without thinking of the little breath we have. Simply, I follow my wildest instinct and founded my lips with his. Jungkook takes me away two seconds wondering with his eyes if this was really what I wanted. I don’t have to say anything else. My lips parted wet with his saliva and my dilated eyes spoke for me.

With small shoves he led me to a high table. He caught my thighs and placed me on top. When his tongue wet my lips asking permission to enter, I condemned it by opening my mouth. A fight between both muscles with an ending full of pleasure. My fingers embedded in the hair of his neck as I opened my legs to get between them. His palm crushed the curve of my hip, bringing our torsos together while I was constantly breaking my lips. His hard lump stuck on my right thigh, creating a painful friction. Bringing your hands to your hips to remove your sweatshirt. The garment went up to the head, knocking it down. My sweatshirt flew next. My shorts followed suit. Both with underwear. My fingernails on his shoulder blades when he began to delineate my jaw with his tongue, I squeezed when he took a slight bite over my neck. Catch your hips with my thighs causing me to groan in response. Then his hands marked my ass when I get up from there.

“I don’t want to fuck you in the living room.” I whisper licking my bite area. It takes me in careless stumbling blocks to the guest room. His hands tight on my butt to hold me. Closing the door with his foot. He threw me into bed desperate. My back bounced against the mattress. I opened my legs and Jungkook got between them. Under the head and kiss me. Giving way to a moved kiss, full of despair. He slipped his lip in burning caresses all over my neck to my collarbone where he started kissing her. He sank a hand on the mattress to reach the closure of my bra and unfasten it. The strips became looser, lowering them with both hands left me exposed from the waist up. His attack on my nipples was not long in coming. At first, he dedicated himself to wetting in circular movements with his tongue around the nipple. Then small bites close but not touching. Finally one of his teeth caught my nipple and stretched. My foot kicked in response as my neck fell cloudy with passion.

“Jungkook …”

Gemi when one of his palms whipped my cloth covered vagina. I didn’t know where to focus if the pleasure of my breasts or the contractions of my vagina around anything. When Jungkook moved away from my skin a thread of saliva connected my nipple with his lip. I bit my lip when his eyes traveled to mine. His pupils so dilated that the whites of his eyes lacked in the background. Suddenly, his attention noticed the stain of my panties. He stroked my cheek in a descending way with his back, the space of my battered breasts, my navel which took the privilege of bending down to put his tongue, ending the tour in my main annoyance. He whipped again causing him to faint from pleasure. He slid down the mattress until he placed himself between my legs, which he opened on his own with his hands on my inner thighs. Given the privilege of admiring the disaster it had caused.

“From here I can smell the delicious mess you’ve made for me.” I whisper, sticking his lips to my inner thigh near the affected area. Planting a little kiss a little lower. The snapping sound that reached my ears made me groan and flutter in my bed.

“I need you, please, I don’t want to wait any longer …” I exhaled a sharp gasp when his nose caressed my panties. God knows the desire I had that his tongue will play with my sensitive bulge but at this point I was too excited and needed to close around something. Jungkook knelt in front of me while raising a thoughtful eyebrow. He claimed his lower lip tasting his imagination. He was as or more anxious than me. His cock jerked inside his pants when he heard me beg. I followed the movement of his hand towards his bulge dressed with the sight of my legs open.

“Are you wet enough to receive me, baby?” He murmured low as he connected a look full of lust to my eyes wide with anxiety. I nodded quickly to understand my agony. Jungkook drew a self-sufficient smile. He knew he needed him madly and he loved that. I sat placing my legs behind my body to reach his belt. My fingers worked with the buckle for a while until I managed to decipher his hitch. The tape slipped out and fell to the ground when I released it. Unzip the button. Take a quick look at Jungkook who watched my movements closely from above. He walked away to stand up, drag the pants and his boxers down. I frowned in disgust, I wanted to take those two clothes off but apparently Jungkook was more in need than I thought. His cock raised high with the veins marked along his trunk, his pink tip rather than swollen from the urge to press against something, his precum dripping from his tip. Jungkook was beautiful in every way. I had seen her before but I couldn’t help being stunned every time I looked at her. When I realized that I had been bewitched by his cock, a growl came out from the depths of his chest, hitting me a slight push back I fell with my legs open. Jungkook kneeled back in bed, stretched out his hands and under my panties deftly. My naked center did nothing but shake his hungry cock more. He stroked my belly with the fingers of his hand until he placed his index finger on top of my clitoris, crushed it causing me to groan. He separated his finger only to put his middle finger in my dripping hole. A delicious click for my senses made me straighten my head and watch Jungkook masturbate with the intrinsic sight in the movement of his finger.

“You’re bathing my finger so well, you’ll do it with my cock too, baby. I’ll put it in and you will squeeze it as you know how to do it.”

“God, Jungko-ok.” Half shout a groan drowned by the cloud of excitement. I wasn’t even aware when he took out his finger and leaned toward me until his mouth raged voraciously against mine. I opened my mouth to make way for his hot tongue. His big hands grabbed the skin of my thighs by sticking them to his shoulder blade. Leaving me exposed and weak in front of his great body. If there was anything I had noticed during sex, it was that Jungkook had a habit of putting me under him just before I started, and I wouldn’t complain because it got me so wet. I loved that he will control me with his big muscles, looking for the best posture to fuck me as hard as I liked. Separating from my mouth with a thread of saliva connecting our inhaled lips, under one hand to his cock to align it with my entrance. I gasped sensitively from the previous game, I was bathing his tip with my juices. Its length made its way through my tight walls, with the sensation that my head fell back leaving my neck exposed so that Jungkook could give me a tender kiss as I scared that my body would get used to its large size.

“You’re doing great, baby. Very go-od.” He made a desperate groan when he finally came in. It started with a slow sway as a preheat to prepare me for what came next. The movement of her hips was slow but so deep that my eyes rolled in all directions. My fingernails tightened his broad back to continue with his pelvic movement. With his mouth stuck in my chin while his hot breath fell on my neck. His restless hands opened, closed, squeezed, caressed my thighs without an established order. My groans increased in level when the speed began to increase. The quiet ride we were taking had gone to the very shit when Jungkook decided that he had already been too complacent to me. I strongly push his body against mine and he slammed in, filling me deeply to his hilt. I gasped in desperate hiccups as I propelled my body forward with each onslaught. Jungkook pursed his fingers at my hips to change position and get on top of me. “Ride me like the desperate you are.”

He grabbed my butt tightly as he moved his hips up. I groaned, he messed up while he self-penetrated me with his hard cock. My hands that were initially on his chest to withstand the sensual dance of his hips, went down incessantly to the area of ​​his abs. I scratched a couple of little squares when at the end of an impulse one of his hands hit my butt.

“There, there, right there-I … My God, don’t stop.” I shouted a groan mixed with a desperate meow. I was fucking so well that there was not much left to end up touching my glorious orgasm. Throw your head back while closing your eyes. My blindness increased my other senses, feeling completely like his cock shattered my interior without mercy.

“Shit, baby.” Jungkook growled, pushing himself harder. Watching omnibulated how my body jumped on top of his. As his cock was swallowed by my sensitive body. He buried his head in the mattress, letting himself be carried away by pleasure. “You’re the most delicious thing I’ve had around my cock.”

“Ah.” I shouted back for my close orgasm. Jungkook straightened his head to look at my disastrous body.

“No one has ever filled you like me.” I am the only one who has fucked you like that so they are so needed. — gasping their words for over-excitement. He raised his hand to my right breast and squeezed it hard. I straightened my disoriented head again. Opening his mouth while watching him tired from above. His face immersed in pleasure sent a shiver to my starting gun. “Not even your pathetic husband has fucked you like me. Surely he must be imagining how bad a wife you are when opening your legs to me.”

His comment, far from appearing out of place, caused cramps in my lower area. I closed my eyes as I clenched my teeth and groaned. The screeching sound of the front door made me white. I watched Jungkook scared who didn’t seem to want to stop. I tried to separate from his body but holding my leg he knocked me face down on the mattress. He lifted my hips towards him. His big hands brought my butt towards his pelvis to the point of feeling his cock on my butt. He stretched right in front of me to place a pillow under where my head was located.

“Bite, don’t make me stop now.” Far from appearing to be a supplicated supplication, his order came out firm. I plunged my mouth into the silence of the pillow. I could not see his reaction positioned this way but I could imagine a pleased smile. It didn’t make me wait long, as I was prepared and lubricated it easily slid between my folds. I clenched my teeth to feel with this position the depth was something I could feel even if only a centimeter moved. Holding on to my hips, he began to ram me without any precaution. Not caring much if your soul friend listened to us.

Slight knuckle taps flooded the room.

“Are you all right? Have you been followed?” Yoongi’s worried tone made me startle. Punctures of guilt began to bubble through my disturbed heart, he asking for our safety and we here fucking like rabbits in heat. Leaning my hands on the mattress I tried to get up, but Jungkook smoothed my back lying down again. I tilt his body on top of mine to get me trapped while his mouth was traveling to my face.

“Shh …” I murmur straight to my ear. I choke a groan on the pillow when he pushed himself roughly. “We’re fine. Ariana is taking a shower.”

“I feel you upset, are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yes, believe me it couldn’t be better.” He groaned a laugh on my cheek before stretching my earlobe with his teeth. I collapsed on the mattress shortly after when the bovine was released. His cock was squeezed by my walls in contraction. Jungkook buried a heated moan in my hair before its fluids will begin to drip out of my folds. That night we slept hugging, we made love again. However, when I woke up something in me I was shouting that soon the joy would end. I checked later when silly of my I picked up the kitchen phone.

“In five minutes you will have a car at the door. For the sake of that son of a bitch, I hope you get on.”

The story was over as soon as it started. Good memories would always remain in my memory. The last thing I noticed before leaving was the door of the guest room. I imagined a Jungkook curled up in bed, sleeping, disheveled and terribly beautiful. Cover my mouth to stop a muffled groan. He would no longer see his smile upon waking. With that last thought I finally accepted my terrible destiny and closed the door of what was once a good home.

End Ariana POV

Jungkook’s palms smoothed the wrinkles on the sheets. Straightening confused by the lack of heat from a second body, he left the room while yawning lazily. Hoping to bump into her lover in the kitchen, the only thing she found was a Yoongi with a serious look holding a paper letter.

“You are lucky that we have a press conference tomorrow because I want to give you your deserved.” His sweeping voice did nothing but increase his sadness. Despicable looks, denigrating gestures that made her feel worse. There was always something that took her to her brief but beautiful story with Jungkook, be it the fleeting memories or the marks on her neck that she had managed to cover with her scarf. For now, she was safe, as her husband said, they had an act to go to tomorrow and should show me more radiant than ever. Sighing heavily as he looked away at the window. The trip had been short. In less than a shooting star in the sky lasted, he was crossing the great door of the Palace hotel. Jonh was waiting for her smiling, with false emotion for the forced reunion. Then, when they were far from the eyes of her bodyguards, she forced her to her room and the screams began. With the sole purpose of enumerating all the vile and malicious mistreatment he had planned to do for his whim of craving freedom. But he did not know that these things no longer affected her as before, that an angel had passed through his story that had illuminated his life. The only thing that calvary made him bearable was knowing that while Jonh’s hands shook her, Jungkook was well and far from his reach.

Jungkook crumpled the note on a paper ball before throwing it in anger. Yoongi, startled by his change in attitude, tried to touch his shoulder but he removed it.

“I have to go find her.” Jungkook brayed before he shot towards the front door. Yoongi took his forearm stopping him.

“Are you crazy? By now they must have left the country. You don’t know where it is and if you find it, be sure that bastard won’t respect the law. Jungkook will kill you. Please, don’t go . ”

Jungkook collapsed on a tuburete. Taking his hand away from his arm, Yoongi watched as his friend collapsed in the granite of his kitchen. Yoongi had been the first to read the note. I was so surprised by Ariana’s excessive courage. He knew he had done it to protect Jungkook. That he had not cared to destroy his happiness as long as his friend kept his. Yoongi couldn’t see Jungkook like that, especially since the last time he had seen him cry like that Jungkook decided to disappear for two years. If he didn’t do something, fast, blunt, he knew that depression would be the slightest thing he would have. But she had repeated to him throughout the letter countless times, that it wasn’t for her, that she would look for a way to be happy even if that meant stop feeling.

Determined I’ve reached into his pocket to take out his phone.

Jonh had contacts, but he had many more.

“Hello, Min Yoongi speaks chief inspector of homicides of the FBI. Taehyung, I need your help.”

His heel hit the ground when he got out of the car. Encased in a smile that is too exaggerated to satisfy the flashes that focused on them. Jonh circled the car to stand beside him. His dark suit perfectly ironed according to his wife’s long dress. When his palm collapsed in the curve of her waist, pushing her to walk, Ariana could not help thinking of Jungkook’s hands. How well they touched and caressed her. With sad eyes, endless photos were made for entertainment magazines. He couldn’t help thinking that their faces would be on the front pages of the magazines for weeks. That Jungkook would see them, he would see her again with him. Hoping that one day he will forgive her, understand, and erase her from her mind as she intended to do, although she knew that this thing was nothing more than a proposal that she would not carry out.

“Mr. Jonh, here, here! From purple love magazine! What can you tell us about your wife’s escape with her bodyguard?”

She located the young journalist from afar trying to make a hole through elbows. Jonh exhaled pure fire through his mouth. I pull it a little roughly behind the poster full of sponsors.

“You are a whore whore who does not deserve a man like me. Have you seen what your actions have caused? I am the admereir of half a country because of you.” Ensuring that his fire did not ignite the volume of his voice, the noise of the journalist was what gave him foot to take her arm and shake her while shouting in her ear. Hidden behind the huge white sign, Jonh raised his hand to his wife, Ariana watched the action without showing any fear. Why do it? Her husband would enjoy, he would not like it.

“Sir.” The voice of a bodyguard made him close his hand into a fist and lower it. Automatically turning his neck to shout at the man for his insolence. Ariana observed the unknown aspect of the man, did not recognize him. She didn’t think she had seen him before in her husband’s service. Usually, Jonh hired thugs who had nothing to lose and were faithful with a strange salary. However, those brown eyes and square smile were quite particular. “The New York Times magazine has been waiting for you for ten minutes.”

Smoothing the tie came out of there as a soul that the devil wore. That nice man connected his gaze with Ariana for a second. The security he felt in those eyes caused his heart to jump.

“If I like, I can take her to the bathroom.” Her offer confused her. I have lifted a finger to place it on his cheek. “The rhyme has run down his tears.”

Ariana touched her cheekbone, in fact, when I look at the fingerprint it was stained black. I didn’t even know when he had let the tears come down from his eyes.

“If it’s not a bother,” I nodded.

When they took two steps, a tall bodyguard stopped them by placing a palm on the other man’s shoulder.

“Where are you going? Mr. Jonh has said that we take care personally that Mrs. Ariana doesn’t leave here.”

“The lady has had her makeup done. If you want her to come out in the pictures like a circus clown, go and ask Mr. Jonh what she thinks about it. Let’s go to the bathroom in the aisle of the East Wing, we won’t leave the building.

The water in the sink filtered through his black gloves when he slid his hands over the white marble. Close your eyes enjoying the cold wet contrast with your warm hands from sweating. He hadn’t even touched up his makeup, he hadn’t looked in the mirror even once since he had entered ten minutes ago. She thanked that such a nice man did not hurry her, that she gave her time to enjoy that time alone, that more than sweet could not be more bitter. The squeak of a cubicle closing caused him to look up at the mirror.

She turned startled when she recognized those brown eyes.

“Did you really think he wasn’t going to come looking for you?” The huskiness so perceptible in his tone was the indication that his mind was not playing tricks and that Jungkook was two steps away from her. Looking at her with melancholic longing. Frowning his eyebrows hurt by his cowardly decision. He intended to smile, to run to the comfort of his arms, sink his head and return to that Friday night. But this was not a story with a happy ending. Ariana kept the distance, for fear that her irrational part will take the reins of her little self-control. He had missed that pair of dark eyes so much.

“How did you get in?” Ready to not enter swampy conversations, she decided to change the subject. Jungkook snorted in anguish over the coldness of his tone. "Have you lost your mind? Jonh is out there with twice as many bodyguards as he had before.

"Yes, fuck.” He replied coarsely, tired of having to appear calm when his hands kept shaking. The dry scream full of accumulated pain. Taking a step forward, Ariana backed away until she hit the marble. Jungkook froze when he noticed her so nervous, watching her run away, as if she would pose a threat, as if she feared him. “I’ve lost my mind completely because I don’t give a shit how many men are guarding you, they won’t take me away from you. to pass over your husband’s son of a bitch, tonight you come with me. ”

Approaching slowly while talking. Not taking his eyes off his own even though the intimidation startled her. He always felt admiration for the courage so decisive that Jungkook had, if he wanted something, he would break his teeth until he succeeded. That inner fire was what captivated her the first time she saw him. It was a night like this. Under the dim light of the bathroom he was captivated by his bright pupils.

“Me…”

Two loud knocks on the door stopped his words.

“Little daddy bitch or you go out at once or I’ll have to advance your punishment!”

The breath cut short, he watched Jungkook with his eyes open and his jaw trembling.

“It’s Jonh.” He murmured in panic. Jungkook did not need his annealing, he had recognized the delirious voice of his former boss from the first word. So many nights he had stayed on the sidelines, caught by the conciseness of doubt. Today. Right now. On that rainy afternoon, I had only a few meters away and I would not miss that opportunity. The anger shone in his eyes when violent claps rang again. Ariana easily deduced the thoughts of the taller one as soon as her hands, brimming with accumulated anger, had formed an intrinsic ball. Clenching his fists so hard, that the beating veins of his arms were dilated by blood pressure. He took a powerful stride toward the white door. Ariana hooked her little fingers into one of her wrists, preventing the madness from unleashing.

“Get in the cubicle and don’t go out, I beg you, please, Jungkook.” Softening the tone when I lower it to calm him. Jungkook foolishly began to deny quickly as his corners rose ironically. “Trust me, please.”

Something in his vibrato painted security. Even though it shook on the outside like a leaf, Jungkook obeyed and hid behind a door. Ariana decided to walk to the bathroom door.

“What were you doing in there, little bitch?” Out of his thin lips, the only thing that came out was bad shapes. Ariana appealed to her sweet lips to make up a credible excuse, but her husband’s fingers marked her arm deeply, dragging her away from the eyes of her thugs. Forcing it into that bathroom. He threw it against the sink so hard, that if it weren’t for his reflection of putting his hands, he would have fallen from his mouth. “Who has given you permission?”

“The makeup…”

He brought his hand to his chin covering it completely. Jonh swept his face with such delirium that he had little to jump on his neck. Examining his wife’s porcelain skin with vile pride.

“You have become more precious over the years. Why do you have to provoke me like this? I lose control and destroy your beautiful body.” Attaching your mouth to your ear. The disgusting moisture I feel wetting his cheek made it turn. Gimio disgusted without remembering that they were not alone in that bathroom. Jungkook’s fists couldn’t be tighter. He had found the little crack of the lock. His eyes had traveled alone to the couple when the man dragged her sharply. The courage rose so thick that he had little left to get out of his hiding place and grind it. He was groping her without his consent, he was disrespecting not only as a woman, but as a person. Jonh dragged his nose down his wife’s neck to soak up his delicious perfume, inhale deeply. “I love that cologne …”

Jonh laid his hand on his crotch area. Ariana closed her thighs startled by the pressure of her fingers.

“Don’t touch me …” He whispered a whisper.

Jungkook leaned forward and grabbed the toilet tightly. He had to control himself, keep himself hidden because he had promised. But it was so hard, fuck, how much it was. He cursed silently, swearing that if she didn’t stop him, he would shit his position and kill him.

“How long have I not done it?” We haven’t played for a while, honey.

“You always had your lovers. I was only your prize.” Seizing all the revulsion he had before, he took the courage to look into his eyes to transfer all the hate and disgust he had.

“Mr. Jonh.”

The same velvety voice that had previously meant his salvation. The bodyguard appeared behind him like a miracle. Jonh released his grip so abruptly that she destabilized. Jungkook raised his head when he recognized his friend’s voice. He ran in sight of the wooden slit.

“The press room is waiting for you.”

Jonh left foaming at the mouth. Not without first apprehending his worker apprehensively. Ariana kept her fingernails hooked to the counter by the scare crowding her body. Looking at the cubicle for a couple of seconds where Jungkook was hiding.

“Are you all right?” His concern brought her back to the real world.

“Yes.” I clarify quickly. Making sure the man left the bathroom before her.

The crowds rose euphorically with the more than false speech of her husband. The irony of fate allowed a batterer to give a lecture against gender violence. There were many women in the audience, a few were crying for the words of encouragement that my husband remembered to place, others simply frustrated their expressions declaring their lack of trust towards him. In a few seats further back, he saw the defense secretary and his right hand Mr. Woon. Together with her husband, they were the most hypocritical in the country. No one was worried about the struggle of these women. All they wanted was to make press for the general elections.

“Now, my beloved wife will give you some words of encouragement to you, the heroines of the country. An applause, please.” Beating his palms with enthusiasm, he politely moved away so that Ariana could take her place on the great stage. All eyes were on her. Some low murmurs flooded the room but he didn’t care. From afar, camouflaged among the masses of people crowded at the end of the room, he had recognized Jungkook. Covered with a black tracksuit and a hood that covered his head. Beside him, Yoongi dressed in a newspaper suit. His dark, lively eyes gave him the necessary push to start talking.

He brought his hand to his chin covering it completely. Jonh swept his face with such delirium that he had little to jump on his neck. Examining his wife’s porcelain skin with vile pride.

“You have become more precious over the years. Why do you have to provoke me like this? I lose control and destroy your beautiful body.” Attaching your mouth to your ear. The disgusting moisture I feel wetting his cheek made it turn. Gimio disgusted without remembering that they were not alone in that bathroom. Jungkook’s fists couldn’t be tighter. He had found the little crack of the lock. His eyes had traveled alone to the couple when the man dragged her sharply. The courage rose so thick that he had little left to get out of his hiding place and grind it. He was groping her without his consent, he was disrespecting not only as a woman, but as a person. Jonh dragged his nose down his wife’s neck to soak up his delicious perfume, inhale deeply. “I love that cologne …”

Jonh laid his hand on his crotch area. Ariana closed her thighs startled by the pressure of her fingers.

“Don’t touch me …” He whispered a whisper.

Jungkook leaned forward and grabbed the toilet tightly. He had to control himself, keep himself hidden because he had promised. But it was so hard, fuck, how much it was. He cursed silently, swearing that if she didn’t stop him, he would shit his position and kill him.

“How long have I not done it?” We haven’t played for a while, honey.

“You always had your lovers. I was only your prize.” Seizing all the revulsion he had before, he took the courage to look into his eyes to transfer all the hate and disgust he had.

“Mr. Jonh.”

The same velvety voice that had previously meant his salvation. The bodyguard appeared behind him like a miracle. Jonh released his grip so abruptly that she destabilized. Jungkook raised his head when he recognized his friend’s voice. He ran in sight of the wooden slit.

“The press room is waiting for you.”

Jonh left foaming at the mouth. Not without first apprehending his worker apprehensively. Ariana kept her fingernails hooked to the counter by the scare crowding her body. Looking at the cubicle for a couple of seconds where Jungkook was hiding.

“Are you all right?” His concern brought her back to the real world.

“Yes.” I clarify quickly. Making sure the man left the bathroom before her.

The crowds rose euphorically with the more than false speech of her husband. The irony of fate allowed a batterer to give a lecture against gender violence. There were many women in the audience, a few were crying for the words of encouragement that my husband remembered to place, others simply frustrated their expressions declaring their lack of trust towards him. In a few seats further back, he saw the defense secretary and his right hand Mr. Woon. Together with her husband, they were the most hypocritical in the country. No one was worried about the struggle of these women. All they wanted was to make press for the general elections.

“Now, my beloved wife will give you some words of encouragement to you, the heroines of the country. An applause, please.” Beating his palms with enthusiasm, he politely moved away so that Ariana could take her place on the great stage. All eyes were on her. Some low murmurs flooded the room but he didn’t care. From afar, camouflaged among the masses of people crowded at the end of the room, he had recognized Jungkook. Covered with a black tracksuit and a hood that covered his head. Beside him, Yoongi dressed in a newspaper suit. His dark, lively eyes gave him the necessary push to start talking.

“All women deserve respect, love, understanding, to say with sweet words how precious we are. Today I did not come here to give the speech of the year. I have come to this room today because I want to end this. End it not only to mistreatment, but to low insults. Men are no better than us, no one is better than anyone. I would like to tell you that the money that my great husband has raised to help you with this cause … "pointing with his arm to Jonh’s body. Her husband smiled overwhelmed by his consideration, hypocritically denying his merit. ”… is the result of work. But no.“ His neutral expression was changed to a wry one. Some women and men in the audience straightened in their chairs to pay attention. Jungkook watched Yoongi disoriented. He smiled pleased. "Because each of the millions they have donated is nothing more than pure imagination. Checks are nothing more than meaningless papers because all the money is deposited in a ghost account of the Cayman Islands, waiting for the secretary and my beloved husband. It is seven o'clock, which means that every police station, every switchboard that owns a computer will be receiving its location. Today I did not come here to talk about some particular cases. women who have a son of a bitch next door. They don’t deserve that. Neither they nor me. ”

He closed his eyes while smiling incredulously. Panting pleased with his confession, placing a hand on his chest as a sign of relief. Everyone in the room began to shout, clap, crowd in angry ranks against the defense minister and his friend. Taking advantage of his height, he began to search the mass of people for that dark tracksuit.

A hand hooked his arm, dragging her down madly.

“You are a fucking bitch who deserves to be dead …”

I don’t finish his sentence because a fleeting fist knocked him down. Recognizing that back, I enjoy the sight of a Jonh with his mouth bleeding while dying on the floor. Jungkook lifted him from the collar of his shirt, raised his hand to his face but a mentholated hair appeared behind him. Yoongi touched his shoulder, shook his head in the direction of the girl and Jungkook automatically released him.

“Leave it to me, you see. She needs you more.”

He didn’t think twice, ran to his arms. Melting into a melancholic hug that intermingled so many feelings together. Ariana realized at the same moment that self-love was much more important than fear. Jungkook had lit the fuse and she had accepted his explosion. While Yoongi was handcuffed to what her husband once was, Jungkook wrapped an arm around her shoulder. Dragging her away from the flashes of journalists who were screaming for an explanation. Coming out the back door, a dejavu shook his sweet memory. He stopped walking. Jungkook frowned. He squeezed his hand and placed himself in front of her. Ariana raised her head high and smiled. Laughing like children as they ran into an alley, there, isolated from the world, Jungkook cornered his body.

“I love you.” Close to her lips, hugging her waist with illusion. Jungkook cut the distance and kissed her happily, smiling in between as she crushed it against the wall. Emotion was running through his veins, he had finally confessed the feelings he felt when he first saw her. Ariana buried her fingers in her strands as she shook her head to deepen her encounter. Spreading in a snap of lips when she leaned back to admire Jungkook’s beauty.

Biting her lips feeling a silly nervousness caused by her emotion. “I love you, Jungkook. I have never loved anyone as much as I love you.”

Smiling on his lips, Jungkook pecked his cheek with a playful kiss. When he pulled away completely, Ariana didn’t believe what she saw. His motorcycle His fucking motorcycle. He opened his incredulous mouth as he walked towards her. I turn to observe Jungkook, capturing from the outset the loving look with which he looked at her. Finally, he approached his black motorcycle and climbed on. Ariana wasted a small smile on the floor before connecting glances.

“Aren’t you leaving me your jacket?”

Jungkook turned on the bike before leaning his elbow on the handlebars.

“Only if you tell me again.”

[sweetness47]

Gifts from the Sea

Pairing Merman! Sam x Human! Reader

Warnings: smut, sex, language etc...MATURE 18+ READERS ONLY

Chapter 1

She didn’t know what drew her out to the beach so late at night. The entire shore was deserted, not a soul remained, save some gulls looking for a meal. She loved the peace and quiet, the feeling that she had the entire place to herself. She loved the sand between her toes, and she loved the cool water as it lapped against her feet. The hem of the floral maxi dress grew damp as the waves gently washed ashore, but she didn’t mind.

The ocean itself seemed almost magical, gleaming against the bright moonlight. If she listened close enough, she could imagine hearing the splashing and gentle callings of pods of dolphins and orcas. It was beautiful and soothing. It was a vacation, one she fully intended to make good use of, and find herself once more. Between school and work and having no fucking idea what she was going to do with her life, she needed to relax, and decide what path she wanted to take.

Her thoughts had her in almost a trance like state, so when she accidently bumped into a wall…no a person, she screamed, and would have fallen backward into the ocean had it not been for a pair of strong arms grabbing her and helping her regain her footing.

The arms belonged to the most beautiful man she’d ever laid eyes on. He looked like he’d been sculpted from the finest marble, his bare torso and abs had her drooling. And those eyes! Hazel with a hint of green, mesmerizing and so intense. His silky brown locks fell haphazardly around his perfectly chiseled jaw.

All her senses flew out the window when he brushed his hand against her cheek, tilting her face up to meet his. His lips brushed over hers, as if asking, testing, waiting to see if she would accept his invitation.

Her hormones were in overdrive the moment she’d bumped into him, so when he silently asked, she wrapped her arms around his neck, desperate for more, pressing her lips hard against his in response. He seemed to growl, pulling her tight against him as he ravaged her lips, then down her neck, over her chin, down the valley between her breasts. She clung to him, panting, her moans urging him further.

Gently he lowered her to the sand, and she was powerless to resist. Any rationality she might have had left disappeared once he kissed her. Her core ached for him, her hips thrusting against his, begging for more. She was barely aware of her subconscious thoughts that she’d never done this before, but she honestly didn’t care. If she was going to give her virginity to anyone, she was glad it was going to be him.

She felt his hands slip the hem of her dress up, skimming over the soft supple flesh, flicking his thumb over her nipple. Her back arched as she moaned into his kisses. Then he was removing her clothing, including her panties. It was only then she realized that he’d not been wearing any clothing.

She still didn’t care. She only wanted this moment, with this man, here and now. Nothing else existed. She felt his hand move between them, sliding down to her most intimate place, finding evidence of the desire that coursed through her. He slipped a finger inside, then a second, his breath catching as he felt how tight she was. She couldn’t find her voice as he started moving his fingers inside her, pumping them in and out, her cries echoing off the water.

She came hard, the orgasm shattering her from the inside out. Then he was lining his cock up with her entrance. He went slow, as if knowing she was new to this, waiting so she could adjust. Then he was inside her. She never imagined it would feel like this, and when he started to move, pleasure gathered at her core once again. His movements were precise, methodical, finding an angle and rhythm she’d only dreamt about. He pulled another earth-shattering orgasm from her before finding his own, grunting as he spilled his seed inside her.

They lay on the sand together, panting, neither wanting to move or speak. Then he withdrew and sat on his knees, his gaze travelling over her, causing her to blush. His strong arms scooped her up and took her to the water to wash off, but couldn’t stop the passion that ensued once they were submersed. He made love to her once more before taking her back to shore and helping her dress.

She pointed to the small chalet on the cove, her rental cabin for the week, asking him if he wanted to come home with her. He nodded, allowing her to lead him to the humble structure.

Two days they stayed in that cabin, making love, eating, sleeping, and making love again. Hardly a word passed between them, and she didn’t mind. She’d never been more relaxed or happy in her life. He was like a magical drug, nothing else mattered but him, here with her, in this moment.

Reality hit on the third day, when she woke to find him gone. He’d left no note. Just vanished. She checked the beach outside her chalet, finding a few footprints leading to the water, then nothing. Her heart broke, but part of that was her fault, after all, for thinking it could be more than just a bit of fun. But the connection had felt so real, so intense. And it had helped her to relax, so that was something. But she would miss him, his touch, his gentleness. A tear escaped her as she fought the urge to break down. She still had three days of her vacation left, and she fully intended to enjoy it.

The rest of the week went by surprisingly well. Despite being lonely, this by choice as no one else even came close to catching her eye, she shops and sees some of the sites. She soaks up sun on the beach, and though she knows he’s never going to come back, she often walks the soft sandy shore at night, hoping and wishing for him to return.

But he doesn’t.

In the whole, the vacation has definitely provided the much needed distraction she was looking for. Perhaps more than she’d hoped for, smiling as she recalls the first two days. But as for the direction she wants to take in her life, she has made her choice, and that involves business school, Pastry Chef courses, and saving some money. And one way or another, she would make it all happen.

~~

Castiel stared at his cousin. He’d been her guardian since she was 10, and had hoped he’d done a good job of raising her. His wife, Hannah, had been a tremendous help also, although Cas still felt he needed to do the majority of the ‘parenting’.

And for the most part, he had. YN had been a phenomenal straight A student, Honor Roll, and had three scholarships handed to her. She’d returned from her vacation Cas and Hannah had given her for her grad present, stating her intentions for schooling and her business goals.

He couldn’t be more proud of her.

But currently he was concerned. She’d been sick all week, refusing to eat or even go to a doctor. Hannah suggested maybe she had the flu, or maybe had picked up some kind of bug from the trip. But she’d been back for over a month now.

Maybe it was the flu. It certainly wasn’t uncommon, but his gut told him it was something else. He just didn’t know what.

Until Hannah mentioned something, a pattern. YN was only sick first thing in the morning, and was usually snacking at night, any traces of nausea and vomiting completely forgotten. Cas was sure it was just her eating rich foods while sick, but if that was true, it would come back to haunt her way before morning.

Hannah also noticed something else, and upon hearing it, Cas’s stomach dropped.

YN hadn’t used any feminine products since she’d been back from her trip.

What the hell had transpired during her vacation?

Anger simmered beneath the cool calm exterior of Castiel’s face as he went to YN’s room. He knocked and waited for her to respond before entering.

YN was sitting on her bed, wastebasket in front of her full of a fresh batch of bile. He glanced from the basket, to her, and laid into her, despite the protests from Hannah.

“What exactly happened in Greece? And don’t give me any BS. I want the truth. You’re pregnant.”

YN’s wide eyes told him she hadn’t come to that possibility yet. Her normally vibrant complexion paled as she absently rubbed her abdomen. “I…met someone? He disappeared after two days. I don’t know his name or where he lives. But I just couldn’t seem to help myself Cas. It was like a magical spell or something. He was like a god. So perfect and so damn irresistible.”

“You gave yourself to a complete stranger?? YN, what the hell were you thinking? And you didn’t use any form of birth control, obviously. I’m very disappointed. I thought I’d raised you better than that.”

She flinched as he read her the riot act. He continued, and it took every ounce of willpower she had not to cry in front of him. “Damn it.” He saw the tears that brimmed at the surface of her soft green eyes. “I’m sorry I tore a strip off you. But, after everything you’ve been through, after everything I’ve done to ensure you become the smart, strong, amazing woman I know you can be, that I know you are. This one thing makes me question if I missed something in your upbringing.”

The tears fell now. Her heart was breaking fast. “Are…are you going to throw me out?”

Castiel softened upon hearing that. He rushed to her bedside and gathered YN in his arms. “Honey I’d never abandon you or throw you out. I’m disappointed, yes, but I’d never, ever toss you out of my home, or out of my life. I’d never forgive myself. I love you. Never forget that.”

She let loose, sobbing uncontrollably onto Cas’s navy t-shirt, mumbling apologies and promising to never disappoint him again.

~~

Sam had to return to the water, otherwise his skin would dry out. He should have woken her, but she was sleeping so peacefully, he didn’t have the heart. Besides, he was planning to return. He just needed to check in with his family and then he’d be back in her arms.

“Where have you been? Do you have any idea how much worry and grief you caused everyone?”

Sam rolled his eyes at his father and brother. He’d known before he even went to the surface that it was forbidden, especially in areas where humans were known to frequent. But that night, for whatever reason, he’d felt a pull, unlike anything he’d ever experienced, drawing him out of the water so late at night.

Then he’d seen her. And he knew right away what the pull was.

“I just wanted to explore. Besides, since when is this an issue? Dean goes out all the time, sometimes for more than a couple of days. You never berate him. So I disappear for two fucking days and everyone goes berserk? What the actual fuck?” He couldn’t tell them yet. Especially his father.

His tail bristled in vibrant shades of hazel and green, to match the fury in his eyes. He hated being treated like a child. He was 21, plenty old enough to do whatever the fuck he wanted. Hell, he wasn’t even first in line for the throne, Dean was.

He wasn’t some guppy who needed constant coddling. He knew the dangers of the ocean, perhaps better than even Dean. He knew the dangers of the human world, what they were capable of. He had encountered sharks and orcas, and had come out unscathed. His speed and dexterity, along with his cunning wits had gotten him out of a lot of potentially fatal scenarios.

He’d visited the human world only a couple of times. That last visit though, that female, Sam had never been so enamored with anyone in his life. He’d had plenty of females here in Atlantis to choose from, but none had ever caught his eye. It wasn’t for lack of trying on their part, females practically flung themselves at both him and Dean. Even his father, widowed when Sam was young, was the target of many single women who’d love nothing more than to bed the handsome sea king.

The human girl had been so enticing, so fresh, so innocent. She had been just as attracted to him as he was to her, no words were needed between them. The magnetism that drew them together had been instantaneous. He had wanted to stay longer, but his skin needed to regenerate in the salty waters of the ocean every 48 hours. What he wouldn’t give to have been able to stay with her, to bring her to his world.

It was possible, or so he’d heard. He knew it was something to do with soul bonding, joining through intimacy and hand-fasting. Personally he’d never put much thought into when he would find a mate, but the instant attraction to the human would make sense if she indeed was his other half.

His father sighed, bringing Sam back to the unpleasant conversation. “I know you’re not a child Sam. But you are still a prince. People can still use you to try and get to me. I just worry, that’s all. After losing your mother…well I just don’t want to lose either of you boys. That would most likely kill me.”

The younger brother ran a hand through his brown locks. “I get it. Really. How about I leave a note next time I venture out. I just hate being cooped up all day Dad. I want to explore, see the rest of the oceans. Swim with pods of dolphins. Watch fish swim along coral reefs, lay their eggs in deep crevices, watch the baby tadpoles hatch.”

“Nerd.” Dean chimed in, earning a glare from their father, and a smirk from Sam.

John shakes his head. “If you do feel the need to go out exploring, at least take a guard with you. I’d feel better if you did.”

Sam rolls his eyes once again, but nods. “Ok. Fine. I’ll take Charlie.”

John opened his mouth to protest, but thought against it. For as much as Charlie was outspoken and somewhat reckless, she was also one hell of a protector. She took her job very seriously. At the end of the day, even the King had to admit Sam’s choice was a good one. “Ok. Just be careful. Please.”

“I will.”

Sam went off to find Charlie while Dean swam up to John, going over the itinerary for the day. He found her in the training grounds, amidst the sea kelp beds and the rock walls. “Hey red, s’up.”

Charlie turned to the voice belonging to her best friend. “Hey beanpole. Where were ya?”

Sam shrugged. “Out and about. Don’t start with the riot act. Dad already got to me first. But wait till I tell you what happened.”

Charlie raised a brow, then grabbed Sam’s wrist and dragged him away from other merfolk, away from the gossips and away from the guards.

“Ok spill Sam. What the fuck did you do?”

Sam looked around their secret cove, making sure they weren’t followed. “I went to the surface.”

Her eyes widened. “Fuck! Are you nuts? You know it’s dangerous.”

“I met a girl.”

“What!!!” Charlie’s hushed scream was followed by her shaking Sam by the shoulders. “Now I know you’ve gone loco. What the hell?”

Sam sighed. It was the sigh of a man in love. Charlie shook her head at her friend as he spoke. “She was beautiful Charlie, just walking along the shore in the moonlight. I made love to her, spent my entire 48 hours with her. There was just something irresistible about her. It was like a magnetic force pulling us together. Leaving her was the hardest thing I’ve ever done in my life.”

“Wow. Someone finally catches your heart, enough for you to lose your virginity to, and it turns out to be a human. Do you even know her name?”

“No. We, uh, didn’t do much talking.”

Charlie couldn’t help but giggle at her friend’s embarrassment. “Oh my god. Sam is in love. Quick, call the press!”

“Fuck off Charlie. I gotta go see her again. I want to bond with her.”

Now Charlie’s jaw dropped to the rocky bed below. “Shit. You really have gone off the rails. Huh. Maybe she is your fated mate. I mean it’s not unheard of. But your dad and Dean are going to have a fucking field day.”

“That’s why we aren’t going to tell them Charlie. You need to promise me you won’t tell them.”

“Fuck! You know how much I hate lying to your dad and Dean. I’m going with you. At least then I can’t run into either of your family and be forced to lie. I’ll be your guard instead.”

Sam snorted. “Fuck off. You just want to see the girl for yourself.”

“Maybe. I need to make sure she’s good enough for you.” She said, sticking her tongue out at him.

“We’ll need some human clothes, and currency.”

Charlie nodded. “Leave that to me, Your Highness.”

~~

Sam and Charlie made their way to the same shore where Sam had met his mate. After some discreet inquiries, they were able to discover her name, but not much beyond that. She apparently wasn’t from around here. Charlie felt bad for her friend, and decided on a plan that would hopefully help him find her.

The two friends rented a chalet, then got some jobs so they wouldn’t look out of place. At night, every two days, they would go to the water and rehydrate their skin. The chalet provided the perfect location to get away with ducking in and out under the cover of darkness without a lot of prying eyes.

Charlie eventually acquired a laptop and with some trial and error, figured out how it worked. Then she began searching for YFN YLN in hopes that something would pop up. But with each passing day, Sam grew more and more depressed, fearing that he would never see his beautiful angel again.

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Everything in Room 225: Klaus x Fem! Reader

This is a request from @siriuslynore: Klaus x Reader based on the song ‘Everything I Need’ by Skylar Grey.

It’s a lovely song and this is the story it inspired for me. I hope you like it. 😊

Warnings: Mentions of abuse and murder, fluff, suggested sex

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There was no application process for becoming a maid at the Luna Motor Lodge Motel. You simply walked into the office to inquire about the job and - boom - you were hired. That should have been your first red flag, but due to your compromised emotional state, you didn’t care. Cleaning twenty motel rooms every day was physically demanding and often demeaning. Used condoms, shit smears, the occasional blood stain, these were all just occupational hazards. After a few weeks nothing shocked you anymore. That is until you entered room 225…

You hear muffled screams coming from the closet. Then in an act of extremely poor judgement, you open the closet doors. Inside you find a strange man in a towel tied to a chair with tape over his mouth. You scream, scanning the rest of the room, but the two of you are alone. He is bruised and bleeding. His face is pleading with you. It is at this point that you notice how attractive he is. ‘Okay, let’s hear him out,’ you think, and carefully remove the tape.

“Please help me!,” he begs. “They’ll be back any second!”

You untie him. He thanks you, then throws on the nearest pair of pants and an undershirt. His back is turned but you still get an eyeful. “Should I call the police?, ” you offer nervously.

“No. Please just get me out of here…Can you take me to the bus station?”

You must have a death wish, because you agree to give the kidnap victim a ride in your car. His long legs land in the fast food trash on the floor with a crunch. “Sorry for the mess,” you chime out instinctively. You both laugh at the absurdity of that statement given the circumstances.

“So why were you kidnapped?,” you ask, now more at ease.

“Honestly? I have no fucking clue. They were hoping to get Information about my brother, and use me for ransom. But the joke’s on them because I don’t know anything and my family couldn’t care less what happens to me, ‘Klaus, the fuck-up.’ I’m sure they haven’t even noticed that I’m gone.”

You stop at the red light, turn, smile, and shake his hand. “Well, it’s a pleasure to meet you ‘Klaus, the fuck-up.’ I’m Y/N, the fuck-up.” You’ve decided you like this guy. It’s the first positive feeling you’ve had in a long time. When you pull up to the bus station Klaus starts to get out of the car. “Wait. Where are you going to go?”

“Nowhere. Thought I’d just bum some cash and go as far as it would take me.”

“This is going to sound crazy considering I just met you, but I just decided to quit my job and nowhere sounds good. I’ll drive.”

“They’re probably gonna come after me. It’ll be dangerous.”

“I don’t have anything left to lose.”

He looks back at you, reading the sincerity in you face and gets back in the car. You drive all night talking the whole way. He tells you about growing up in the academy. You ask him about his power. When he tells you he can speak to the dead, you start sobbing uncontrollably and almost veer off into a ditch, so you pull over. He comforts you and asks you what’s wrong. You tell him about your best friend who was killed last year by her abusive boyfriend.

“I loved Kara so much. I’d give anything to talk to her again.”

Klaus conjures her right there on the side of the road. As Klaus speaks Kara’s words and listens to yours, he realizes how you loved her deeper than friends, but your love was unrequited. Kara was straight, so you buried your feelings and stayed friends. You just wanted her to be happy. You moved on to other relationships, but your love for Kara was constant.

When Kara met Dylan, she seemed so happy, but then Dylan’s affections turned violent. It broke your heart to watch her endure his abuse. You tried desperately to get her to leave him, to get a restraining order, but she kept going back. You felt so powerless to protect her that you blame yourself for her death. Klaus is in tears while he delivers Kara’s final message: “You were the best friend I ever had, you dork! I love you. There’s only one person responsible and that’s Dylan, may he rot. Now, go honor my memory by enjoying the fuck out of your life!”

Exhausted, the two of you stop at a motel and rent a room for the night. You stand there in the dark with just the light from the parking lot streaming through the cheap curtains. He strokes your tear stained cheeks. You move closer and your lips brush gently against his. Your emotions are running so high, you find the comfort you need in each other’s arms.

In the morning, you head down the coast, ending up in Miami. You get a job at a coffee shop and Klaus tends bar. You are already deeply in love, but it’s messy and it’s complicated. Klaus uses drugs to push you away and suppress his powers, but you meet each relapse head on with your unconditional love and support.

The last night Klaus comes home drunk and high, you clean him up and put him to bed. Then the next morning you decide you’re going to tell him exactly how you feel and see how he reacts. You make him his favorite breakfast and hangover cure: scrambled eggs with cheese and toast.

“Klaus, look at me.” You gently tilt his chin up so you can look into his eyes. “You are everything I need. When we met I was at the lowest point of my life. After Kara died I was so full of grief and self loathing. And then I met you. My angel. You gave me a chance to say goodbye, to let it go, forgive myself and move on.”

You take his hand. “What your Dad did to you was abuse. By trying to toughen you up or whatever he called it, he made you see this power as a curse, something to run from. But remember that it is YOUR power, not his. Reginald doesn’t control you anymore. You’re a good person, full of kindness and empathy. What you did for me changed my life. Your power is a gift. You can right wrongs, give people second chances, help them find closure. Klaus, I…”

Tears fill his eyes and he rests his forehead against yours. “I love you so much,” he says. “But I am just so terrible at being loved,” he laughs.

Klaus finally gets sober and by the next Fall you are headed back to New York, where you will make your home together in the Hargreeves mansion. You go back to school to become a substance abuse counselor. Klaus takes your advice and begins using his power on his own terms. Both of you are passionate about helping people. You are happy now. You are free.

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The Grind- Chapter 30

A/N: Only one more to follow this chapter, my sweets. I’m dotting the “i’s”, and making sure I'm firmly proud in how I close things out with my most precious Liv, and perfectly flawed Colton. And, my heart may, or may not, be breaking piece by piece as I do so. 

“You have my ring, right?”

“Got it, baby. Right where you asked me t’ put it for safe keepin’.” He flashed proof of the dazzling diamond ring looped through the chain of his silver necklace clasped around his neck.

Colton massaged and worked his tough hands over the spasmed mass of my anxious shoulders, and kissed my cheek from behind. Willow, who was chatting casually to Cal at my left, had pulled my hair into taut braided buns to ensure the stubborn mass stayed clear from my tunnel of vison. The cage apparel that Colt suggested fit to a tee, and I hadn’t felt like a fraud entirely when standing to inspect myself in the mirror of my dressing area. Now that I was dressed the part, it was time to rise to the occasion and act it, too. 

I hadn’t seen or spoken to anyone but Colton since 7 a.m., and the pair of us had isolated ourselves to the calm four walls of the bedroom for most of the day. Aside from the very brief, yet extremely placid walk around the block after begging him for a glimpse of the sunshine. I was overcome with excitement reflecting from the night before, and wanted nothing more than to spend the entire weekend celebrating the engagement with the ones I cherished almost as much as my soon-to-be husband. But, I wasn’t a quitter, and staying true and reliable to my word wouldn’t be an attribute I’d abandon. The fight was happening, and I’d save the celebratory kisses and champagne toasts for later.

The floor length velvet of a curtain that shielded me from the babbling gossip of a sizeable crowd was opened hastily, and I was shaken from my daydreams.

“Do you know where my parents are? Did you make sure they got to their seats?”

“Everythin’ is square, baby girl. I took care of it! Mac is with ‘em, and I think they got Drew wit’ ‘em, too. You let me worry about all that.” He whispered into my ear, willing a sensation of calmness like still water over me.

Unsure of where my own thoughts dwelt, or what emotion I should let take the spotlight, a glassy teardrop or fear, contentment, focused intent and divine love stained down my cheek. Colton, understanding better than no one else the overwhelming sense of whirling adrenaline before a competition, and also understanding what a train wreck of busy worry I was, kissed away that spilling down my face and burrowed me into the safe harbor of his reliable shoulder. I choked back the emitting of an uncontrollable breakdown and swallowed down the home-like familiarity his touch made me feel amongst all the background noise.  

“Breath, baby. Breath, and listen to me, okay?” He pleaded surely as he held me into a bear hug. His strong grips, and the suffocating warmth of his embrace seemed to stifle out the painful attack of nerves I felt fogging my thoughts. “You, yeah? You are the single most amazing fuckin’ person I have ever met, Liv. And whatever happens with her, that girl out there in that cage, doesn’t change that. Win? We gonna walk outta here, arms around each otha, and go home. Our home. The home we made together, and we gonna plan that ridiculous fuckin’ wedding I know you already thinkin’ about. And lose? Well, lose ‘n we’re gonna do alla that stuff still. Bu wit’ ice cream. That chocolate, Rocky Road shit or whatever it is you always buy.”

I felt his stiffened muscles loosen around me when he heard my chuckle and sniffling into his fresh shirt. There wasn’t a single shred that doubted he wouldn’t nurse and coddle whatever bruises or breaks I walked out of the arena with in the next few hours, kicking and spewing at anyone who dare make me feel lesser, or ashamed if I didn’t wind up victorious. Even when he fought so hard to convince me that night at Mac’s gym that he didn’t feel right about my whole plan, I knew he’d never turned his back on me.

“And kisses, too. Win or lose, I’d like lots of those too, please.”

“Girl, we are puttin’ your mom and pop on that plane tomorrow mornin’ at 4:00 a.m. sharp, and I will kiss you a million times top to bottom. An’ this time, you won’t have to smother that pretty fuckin’ face with ya’ pillow to keep quiet.”

I sucker punched his relaxed gut, and an outburst fluff of wind came forth. I was starving for those thoughts he was insinuating, but my thoughts needn’t become distracted with the tempting desire for his sinful body at a time as such.

“Liv, you ready, mama? It’s all you, girl.” Willow snuck hesitantly towards the intimate moment between Colton and I, warning my intro was coming up.

I hopped, and danced back & forth on nervous feet, Colton blowing cool breath on the back of my neck to simmer the reddening, heated glow of my skin. He had funded new shirts before his proposal with his original logo for the new gym printed across the back. We spent a hefty chunk of our hiatus day tossing back and forth possible ideas we had for the place, and how we’d manage the renovations along with wedding plans. He grinned and pridefully rambled about how he wanted things to play out, and the goals he had to start training and settle away from the actual competing so he wouldn’t end up a stuttering potato head before he reached 30-years-old. The wife in me definitely agreeable to a decision as such.

I had no foolish hallucinations that fighting would pack up and disappear from our lives altogether, and neither did I want it to. It introduced us, it seduced us, and it reunited us. The octagon was the beginning of us, the middle, and many, many years down the road, most-likely be lingering at the end as well. But, I wanted a healthy, strong, and happy man at my side living his most full life until then.

“Alright Miss Elliott, when you hear your song, I’m gonna pull this curtain back and you can make your way through that open pathway there. Make sure you check in with that official standing outside the cage for inspection. All clear?” A lanky man sporting clear-rimmed eyeglasses and a headset appeared from the outside to line out the play-by-play.

I nodded, my nervous mind delayed processing his information.

“Wait,” I looked to Colton. “How will I know when I hear my song? You never told me what you chose.”

Remaining loyal to our tradition, I allowed him the honor of selecting an appropriate tune to announce my ring-side arrival as I had done for him. Only due to the confidence I had in his impressive taste in the field of music. He’d choose wisely, not welcoming of the backlash that would accompany if he got any ideas about some cheeky, bubblegum pop tune.

“I’m right behind you, silly. I’ll know. Plus, when you hear it, I think you will, too.”

I swished and swallowed from a chilled jug of water, needing the cool down inside my incinerated veins. The focused silence inside the tunnel mollified the sputtering rolodex of jitters, until suddenly a shake-up ensued in the shadows behind us, causing Colton to detonate with protest.

“No fuckin’ way!! Go! Now! Get the hell away from ‘er!”

I shoved, and searched for a simple peep at whatever disturbance had him hovering in front of me, as if to hide me from some sort of oncoming threat.

“Willow, you betta do somethin’ about her. Nobody wants her here, and Liv sure as shit doesn’t need her ruining her focus right now.”

By now, the prowling security, and probably the crowd in its entirety, had caught wind of the troubled scuffle. Two able-bodied guards invaded the area to diffuse the situation, deciding Colton was the source of friction. They secured him around both arms, calmly reasoning with him to get his fit under control and lower his boisterous volume.

When I was finally able to search for whatever intruder had unwrapped his infuriated state, Tia was the seething and spitting through a gnashed frown. Her reddened, angry-swelled face was sordid with tears, and her knuckles were ghostly white in a tensed fist. She sought me out with loud, pleading calls of my name as Willow whispered in her ear, trying to direct that she exit before more drama unleashed.

“Liv! LC, hey!!”

I hadn’t spoken to her since dismissing her at the weigh-in only 48 hours ago, but every fiber in me wanted to reach out. To spill extreme nerves over the fight, to introduce her to my parents who would be returning to Westfield soon, even to screech giddy excitements over visions of a summer wedding at Springwood Manor, no matter how frigid and opposed to the nuptials she might be. Despite her downright bratty, over-the-top behaviors over the last few days, and the painstakingly deep-rooted grudge she continued to hold against Colton, Tia was my friend. She had been the closest resemblance of bond wound like the one I held with Sara, and I wasn’t ready to toss those embers to the wind yet.

“Willow, let her through. It’s fine.” I strangled, swallowing nerve-thickened spit.

She ran to me, dismissing Willow’s grasp, and began to sob herself empty of the regret and apologies eating away at her. Colton, elbowing the solid gut of one of the guards holding him hostage in the wings, broke free considering an interference between Tia’s open arms and my own. But, as a subtle, forgiving smile ghosted across my lips, he bit his cheek and crackled his knuckles, deciding he’d be the bigger person and forgive her, If I was willing to brush away her faults, then he may as well wave the white flag, too.

“I’m just sorry, ok? I’m so damn sorry. I was a bitchy little fucking child, Liv. And I was reckless, and conceited, and I was just trying to protect you, maybe? I don’t know. God, I’m just sorry. I can’t-“

“I forgive you, stop it. Alright? I forgive you.”

She seemed deeply puzzled with my thoughtless decision to welcome her apologies with an uncluttered heart. Her contrite eyes still trickling with tears, I patted her cheeks and kissed them with deep intent of a peace offering despite all the recent crossfire. My quickened acceptance may have slightly been attributed to the dwindling minutes I had before my fateful walk towards battle, as well.

“Now, clean your messy ass up, and walk down with us? I want you out there.”

Rather than doing as told, she uncertainly looked to Colton who was silently lurking on the sidelines of our conversation. It was he who she knew would pose the most treacherous conditions for reaching mercy. He certainly didn’t want Tia within a hundred-mile radius of us, or this night. And he didn’t bother with the fluty illusions of hiding it in his stern features. But, his always desire to stand within the light of my good graces if the matter was something as harmless as such, rallied over his heart of steel toward her.

“If Liv wants you out there, I ain’t standin’ in the way. But, don’t think you’re gonna get out there and get into her head, Tia. She and I have been over this night a million times, and she knows I’ve got her best interest. It ain’t your place to get out there and try to undercut every little thing I say. You hear me?” Colton wiped the tight neck of his t-shirt over his trembling top lip, his face becoming glossier as he unsympathetically chastised her.

“Ten seconds, Liv. You all good back here?” The event director checked his watched and covered the microphone of his headset.

Kissing Colton, and reaching for an assured squeeze from Tia to my left, I gave him the greenlight and waited for my unknown que. For a split second, the steaming lights cut in the building, before I heard a bumping bass tune beat over the arena speakers. Once I recognized the riff of the modern-day rappers hit song, my mind fell back onto the memory of a very particular afterhours grapple with Colt in the familiar home-base of our living room.

One month earlier.

“You’ve got to plant those feet deeper, baby. If she can rattle your stance, you won’t be able to hold the choke.” Colton constructively criticized my two-stepping, shaky feet as I held his impossibly thick neck between my forearms.

He’d bought a mat for living room so I could train some at home when late nights in the office kept me out of the gym. And with the couches lined to the wall, and my bargain-find ottoman scooted into the kitchen, we had plenty of room to rehearse for my big dance. The house entirely dark apart from the standing lamp near the window, and the occasional outside glow from the full moon in the sky, he intended to exercise my worn muscles well into the wee hours of dawn to prepare me.

Colton clad in only slick, gray shorts leaving little to the imagination along with bare feet, paused for a break to power-up the speaker in the kitchen and roll through his own work-out playlist. I turned a chilled bottle of water belly up, my manners dispersing as drippings of a hearty gulp rolled down my chin and the icy droplets soaked into the front of my shirt. Pulling lose the sodden t-shirt, I stripped down to stretch in the elastic of my sports bra, waiting for my live-in coach to return. Colton wheezed in deep breath once steeping back on the sweat-sticky mat, his eyebrows dancing at the dismissal of my clothing.

Taking his apparent state of arouse in a moment of unguarded distraction, and I went lightening swiftly for his legs. Once my grips fought to take his feet from under him, and I realized there was truly no way I could tear him down, my arms loosened with hysterical laughter. Colton amused at my bold attacks began gasping for air with amusement too, before the pair of us fell into a tangled mass on the floor.

My electrified, skin hit atop his own heaving chest, and his flesh kindled me from top to bottom. He smiled, and blew away and chunk of my bangs that had fallen loose to tickle his nose, and brushed a lazy finger down the center of my face. The salty tip trailed down my forehead, over the bridge and tip of my nose, and welcomingly loitered over my suddenly heavy bottom lip. Our stares searched each other, whispering secret fantasies and hopeful flashes of the future together. I felt the outline of each of his rocky abs imprinting into my belly with the rise and fall of his breaths, and my mouth knew nothing more than to kiss him. With his hands cuffed together over the dip in my back, and my grasps massaging over his hot ears into his slickened hair, I sought out some sort of fractioned relief between my thighs. As I ground my hips into the ripple of his toned thigh, he pulled free to speak.

“I’d say this background noise is pretty appropriate for how I’m feelin’ right about now.”

The pulsing bassline of the atypical to my taste hip-hop song chimed throughout the house, and I recognized the tune from the radio a few years back. It was a Drake song, “Make Me Proud,” Colton later informed me. The repeating of the chorus rang out as a man, being proud of the lady in his life, and all of her small, or monumental achievements in life. It may have been a song that I would have most likely been deterred from, but when I stepped into the perspective of my own lover being honored to stand firmly in all things alongside me, and pat me on the back through the journey, I found it to be somewhat flattering.

Whether it be the settling of the lyrics on my mind, or the glowy look of devout pride on Colton’s face as his eyelashes batted, I was mesmerized and entirely untroubled with my life and where it was headed.

“Tell me any place you’d rather be right now, ‘n I’ll take you there.” His words warm like a purr, almost choking back what seemed like a break in his usually sure voice.

He would’ve taken me to the unexplored canyons of outer space had there been a way, if he knew it’s the place I wanted to be. I could’ve demanded a red-eye to some tropical, uncharted sands and we would have packed our bags in an instant. It was evident our happiness was united. My joy meant his joy, and his, mine.  

The memory passed as a fleeting ripple, that felt the full length of some movie I starred in once upon a time. He was holding my hand, and Tia spread the gap of the curtain to the openness of the clambering arena. There was a rough figure of 150 in attendance, but the hot exhales of their anticipating banter of whispers made the air smoggy and intense with the pressure to succeed. It was different than Colt’s fight, loud and rambunctious with fans backing both corners. Not many knew our names, much less truly cared about who availed the prize-less battle.

I began to feel embarrassed at the already abundant residue of jittering sweat pouring off me, but Colton’s whistle-ready lips blowing cools breaths over my neck dried the wetness. I planned my steps to appear assured, not to give away what eggshells really cracked under my heels, and held my head high only looking directly into the cage where my opponent lay in wait.

Amongst the clashing waves of a nervous mind however, I felt a certain whizzing of adrenaline coursing through my blood like wildfire. My fingers tingled as Colton locked his into mine for only a brief second before turning me over to the referee for inspection.

Dumbfounded, and too brain fried to sort through my expected response, Colt tugged gently on the hem of my t-shirt pushing I remove it for my ringside checkup.

“This is it, baby. I need you all in right now, ‘ight.”

I nodded, cheesing as the official sought a view of my mouthpiece. After all limbs were scanned, and my face was oiled with Vaseline thick like bacon grease, he gave me the go-ahead signal to enter the ring when ready.

Tia only smiled, wordless with a thumb of luck, and Willow gave one more gripping massage over my very relax-craved muscles. She planted some thought of what I’m sure was very profound, and heroic encouragement into my ear, but her words couldn’t scream over the booms of heartbeats I heard instead.

I then spun quickly, seeking the guaranteed consolation in the stares of a beard- faced gentleman.

Colton brought his forehead to mine, squeezing my cheeks at the axis of each jaw and I waited. For a kiss, for a speech, for some enthusiastic dose of rigor. But he only stared. Stared and smiled, and nuzzled into my nose.

“I can’t wait to marry you.” He irrevocably declared, as if now was the appropriate time for small talk as such.

I supposed I needed more than that to boost me into a state of fierce fighting fury, but strangely enough his off the wall remark drove me straight into a tailspin of motivated focus. I could’ve wept with stresses as his driving kiss edged me closer, and closer towards the harsh rimmed steel of the cage. I held onto his hand like a fearful child mutely pleading objections, and Colton petted over my tightly tied hair to hush my senseless behavior.

My toes stuck to the stinging chill of the stairs as I climbed them one by one, my indisposed, shaking introduction with the inside of my first competition cage a resisting one. Surely, the very obvious reservations were giving my competition an even deeper confidence on a win.

I tried to mediate upon all those years on the court, eye-to-eye with the spearing glances of a rivaling opponent, and how I’d only laugh in the face of her weak defense inside the paint. Only then, there were no hazards of having my teeth busted loose.

I checked all angles of my surroundings, assuring I had Colton’s eyes in view, and Tia close-by as well. Purposely avoiding that first initial stare down with Katrina. She seemed stoic, and briefed on all grounds for combat with her feet planted firmly. Was she bigger? I couldn’t recall her fists being so sizeable and thick the first time we met merely days ago. Sweat chilled down the stretch of my back as whispers of the referee caught my ear.

“Let’s get the rules out there, and get this show on the road, shall we?” His understanding eyes spoke as softly as his voice.

The upper half of my body understood the message my brain sent to follow his path to the cage’s center, but my feet seemed to be practicing stubborn rebellion and I nearly fell on my face in efforts to take control.

One thing was certain. If I didn’t rally my every cell to the same page, this match would be over long before it began. I couldn’t have all this work end for naught. Never mind the unrelenting hours Colton and the rest of my locker-room support system had clocked.

Once I stood square with Bexley’s remarkably fixated, clear eyes, the starkness of reality walleyed me. I smiled, an uncomfortable quirk that I couldn’t quite squander as she reached forth to touch gloves. I had somehow managed to drift into a soundproof oblivion, missing the referees reiterating of the cage rules and etiquette.

My time had run out. There was no escape plane in motion, no flighty cop-outs in the waiting. It was only time to fight. Time to muster up whatever lame excuse of courage I thought I had, and do the damn thing. Whether it got me killed, or broken in any manner of the word, I had no choice but to step into these burrowed shoes of a fighter, and find out what I was made of.

“Stand tall, Liv baby. All or nothin’, right here.”

TAGS: @torialeysha @eap1935 @mollybegger-blog @littleluna98

[real-sotenbori-hours]

Thistle - *Tachibana Tetsu x Fem Reader*

Summary: He runs a perilous business, which makes your yearning for him hazardous to you. Oh yeah, he's also your boss... but doesn't that make it all the more fun? 

 Warnings/themes: Angst, fluff, forbidden love, tension, frustration, passion 

 Notes: This was my first challenge, I very much enjoyed it! What was the most challenging part about it? Following the No Smut guideline, of course, because I'm a fucking fiend. So I think I'll probably definitely be following up with a filthy Part 2 because Tachibana Tetsu is a savory little morsel that does not get enough love or action and I will personally see to it that he does because he fucking deserves it. 

Ahh, Tachibana Real Estate... your home away from home. A ball breaking, take-no-prisoners realty outfit that stops at nothing to attain what’s in its sights. You might not be one of the team’s heavy hitters, but you do the administrative grunt work. You’re the discs in the spine of this landholding monster, your effort and support allow it to move.

  For a company that operates so heavily in the vein of intimidation, manipulation and mild forms of extortion, you really don’t mind the methods because its head, Tachibana Tetsu is a man of principle, honor and diligence. Ironic perhaps, but you see it as true opportunism and just plain business savvy.

  Plus, you enjoy your work. You feel a special desire to assist your boss in any way necessary, no matter the lengths. The reason is simple: you’re a gaijin residing in Japan, making steady work difficult to come by at times. Or rather, jobs that befit you. Tachibana-san loved that you were a foreigner, as he himself was half-Chinese, half-Japanese. He understood all too well how challenging it could be to find your place in a city not of your origin, and he applauded anyone determined to make it work... as he did.

  Being so appreciated by your boss, a man you admired greatly meant the absolute world to you. He made you feel whole, as a valued member of something. You cared about him and his well-being, considering that his health was a fragile thing, too. He knew that anytime he needed something, especially if of a sensitive nature, he could rely on you... and you on him. 

 To the untrained eye, it may look like the two of you were closer than professional or platonic. When he’d speak to you he’d smile warmly, keeping his eyes on you attentively, to the point that you’d melt like warm honey. If he’d sense that you’re troubled, he’d brush your face with his hand and assure you he’d be there to help you in any way you needed. He’d tap your hand with his, clothed in fine black leather, reminding you that you’re strong and capable of withstanding any adversity that came your way. 

 You truly, deeply loved him, more than you've ever loved any other man. You felt that he denied himself the potential of real happiness because of the tragedies of his past and the complexities of his present. He’s unflinchingly stoic. Irritatingly so. You wanted him to thrive, but you forced yourself to accept his decisions. The subject had been addressed, and the conclusion was exactly what you assumed: the feelings were mutual, but he couldn’t risk harm befalling you. He was convinced if your relationship deepened any further, you’d be in perpetual danger as he had quite the array of formidable enemies. 

 Of course that only made you want him more, but you knew he was right. Though you were willing to roll the dice, he refused to entertain it. He couldn’t stand the idea of anything happening to you, especially because of him. He cared too much for you to test it. 

 To get your mind off of him, you tried to date casually. One cold, rainy evening after a few drinks and a particularly rough date, you walked back up the street to the office to decompress. For a variety of reasons, you felt more comfortable there than anywhere else and you figured you’d take a nap on the couch, resting more peacefully than you do in your own home. As soon as you unlocked the door and slipped in, you noticed the foyer lamps were on as well as the faint splinter of light sneaking out of Tachibana’s office door, slightly ajar. 

 You tried so hard to be stealth and of course as soon as you told yourself to step lightly, you dropped your keys, shattering the silence around you, alarming Tachibana-san, cursing yourself. 

 Somehow, he knew it was you. 

 “Y/N-san?” He called to you from within his sprawling office. You hung your head, you must’ve disturbed him if he’s here this late. You didn’t want to track water all over the floors but even more so, you didn’t want to keep him waiting. You walk slowly to his doors, pressing the further one in with your fingertips and sigh, entering.

  He’s standing with his back to you, facing the wall of windows. “Y/N-san, are you alright?”

  You clumsily grab a chair and sit down, trying your best to conceal your intoxication. You sigh again, deeper this time, folding your hands in your lap. “Not really, Tachibana-san. But I’ll be fine. What about you, why are you here so late?”

  He chuckles and turns on his heel, facing you from behind his desk. As he regards you, a look of concern instantly apprehends his beautiful face. “Y/N-san, you’re soaking.” He darts across his office to a wall of cabinets, retrieving a neatly folded stack of soft, white towels. Almost teleporting before you as he urgently presents them, imploring you to take care, he appraises your expression and that heartwarming smile peels across his face. “Did you walk in the rain?”

  You take a towel to your hair, squeezing the loose droplets of water out of your tresses. “I was just up the street, I thought I’d go out for a bit.”

  He steps closer, sensing your affect as less than content, draping a large towel around your shoulders. “Did you enjoy yourself?” He asks, hopefully. 

 You shake your head nonchalantly, “Not particularly, but so it goes..." Dabbing your clothing with the towel enveloping you, you hang it over the back of the chair and shrug, trying to shift the focus. "So, are you working late, Tachibana-san?” 

 He blinks long and hard. “You could call it that, sure.” 

 You sit up, “Can I help with anything?” 

 He smiles again... you swear, he looks like a fucking angel. “You can help me understand why you’re down, and why you’d come all the way back here after a disappointing evening...” he hands you the last dry towel and crosses his arms, examining you further. 

 And there you go... the way he shows you how much he cares about you, the way he tenderly furnishes you with any possible thing you could need, pressing you to confide in him, staring into your soul with such gentleness... the drinks loosened you up and his presence unzips you and you burst into tears. 

 “I didn’t feel like going home, being alone... I just wanted to be here...” Your breath keeps catching in your chest and you want more than anything to stop crying. Tachibana places a hand on your shoulder, gripping you reassuringly, “It’s okay, Y/N-san. Whatever makes you feel safest.” 

 He bends slightly further at his waist, meeting the distance of your stare, pulling you back into the light. “Please tell me what happened... what upset you? It hurts me to see you so sad.” 

 You bury your face in your hands, muffling your concession. “I went on a date and from the moment it started, I just wanted it to be over. I just can't do it. I try, but I just can’t...”

 “Y/N-san, you’re a very beautiful woman; caring, sensitive... it will be a lucky man that finds you. Don’t—”

 You can’t stand it. You won’t. 

 You leap up from your seat, livid, fists balled at your sides. “No, Tetsu... I can’t hear this from you. You’re breaking my heart.” You begin to sob uncontrollably, shaking. Hiding your face again, you whimper, “You know how much I love you... I can’t even see anyone, all I want is you.”

  Tachibana wraps his arms around you, setting your heart and body ablaze, cupping the back of your head with one hand and your waist with the other. You immediately reciprocate his embrace, resting your cheek upon his shoulder, planting your hands on his chest, reveling in the physical contact... and then you push yourself free, irate once again.

  You cross your arms, fully aware of the angry blush on your face as you glare at him, pouting like an adorably petulant child. 

 He continues to analyze you, somewhat stunned as a knowing smirk appears. “Ah... I see. And you’ve had a couple of drinks, so now you can tell me how you feel?”

  Embarrassment begins to creep in. It’s time to go. You fold the towel closest to you, setting it atop the desk as you grab your bag. “I’d better go. I’m going to get some sleep.” As you turn away, he grabs your arm, pulling you to stand before him. He rests his gloved thumb on your chin, his fingers along your jawbone, he brings his other hand to frame your face as he searches your eyes, pained by your pain, sharing your hurt more than you knew.

  “Y/N, we’ve discussed this. No matter how deeply I desire you, I cannot indulge you because it would be selfish for me to...”

 He’s driving you nuts right now, and not in the good way. “Selfish?! What about MY desire?! If you want me as I want you, what’s selfish is denying me, as if I have no say...”

 He grips both of your arms and looks longingly into your eyes, as if to drive his point home. “I could never endanger you for the sake of pleasure, Y/N-san. I’d be beside myself if anything ever—”

 You shake your head violently. “If you don’t love me, then say it. I don’t just want pleasure, I want you, completely.”

 His lips part, speechless. He narrows his eyes as he scans yours again, gripping your face with both hands. “How could you think I don’t love you? My heart stopped the moment I first saw you. I’ve loved you ever since. But I made a promise to you, Y/N-san. I promised I’d be there for you. If something terrible were to happen to you, how could I keep my word?”

  “That’s no way to live. I can’t keep going through each day, pining for you, pretending that I’m not. It’s killing me. I want to be your woman. But this is too much, I can’t do this anymore... I... I have to go.” You’re sick at the thought of sealing your fate, of possibly leaving the building for the last time. But you made your bed, you said everything. You can’t go back on it now.

  You turn towards the door once again, quickly closing the space as you reach for the handle. 

 Just as your fingers graze the knob, Tachibana’s hand whizzes past your peripheral, slamming the door shut. He grabs and turns you around, pinning you against it, clutching your face, finally crashing his lips to yours. Gripping your face with his gloved hand, pulling you in deeper. Ecstasy. Your lips roll and overlap, tongues immediately running along each other’s lengths, teeth scraping all surrounding skin... a kiss more passionate than every fantasy you’ve entertained. It went on, uninterrupted for minutes... and minutes.

 He runs his hand from your face down your neck, over and along your chest, matching his other hand on your hips, grabbing you hard, deliberately, bringing you in so much closer, sealing it with another tight embrace. You twist your fingers into his sexy slicked back hair, something you’ve longed to do for too damn long. Your mouths would part for a second before you’d both feverishly reunite them, aching for more. You could do this for hours.

  You grab his leather clad hand and bring it up to your neck, pressing down on his fingers, urging him to follow suit. He does, just for a second, then bites and sucks your bottom lip as consolation, pulling away.

  He leans past you and reaches for the knob to the door. You straighten up, watching him intently, desperate to read his mind now that you’ve both reached a place from which there’s no return.

  He can feel your anxiousness brewing and meets your eyes with a devious look in his. “Alright, Y/N-san, let’s get you home. I want to make sure you arrive... unscathed.” He runs his hand down your back, resting it just above the place where your legs meet. 

  Your excitement gets the best of you as you smugly reply, “Kissing me breaks the promise... remember?”

 He laughs. God, you love it when he laughs. 

 Taking your hand in his and once again gripping your face with the other, he muses, “Y/N-san, I’ll keep my promise to you. I’ll be by your side. The promise I’ve broken is the one I made to myself when I hired you, that I’d put you to work and that I’d never cross the line. But I can live with it if you can. Now I want to take you home, and I’d like to stay with you tonight, if I may.”

  Lightning courses through your body. You can’t believe this is finally going to happen. You pull his face down to yours again, kissing him deeper still, tugging on his hair, dragging him against you and breaking away as the passion swelled.

 You eagerly lead the way, pulling the door open, turning to him and beaming as you give him your hand again, tightly interlacing your fingers, tingling. “Just you wait. You’ve no idea how good I’m gonna make you feel, Tetsu.” 

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 162: Mirio Feels

Previously on BnHA: We tuned in to the local hospital where the wounded heroes had been taken for treatment. Aizawa, Kiri, Tamaki, Hot Gum, and RockLockRock are all fine. Eri is apparently still feverish, and Aizawa told Deku that they had her in quarantine due to her dangerous and as-yet-uncontrollable quirk. He then took Deku up to Nighteye’s room where All Might had gathered along with Nighteye’s sidekicks. Turned out Nighteye’s injuries were too severe and he was dying. All Might and Nighteye made peace with each other, and Nighteye was glad All Might had decided to fight against fate. He’d struggled for so long to find a way to change the future himself, and Deku finally showed him that it was possible. Mirio then ran into the room, and at this point things reached ugly crying levels of emotion, with Mirio begging Nighteye to live and thanking him for everything he’d taught him, and Nighteye cupping Mirio’s face gently and looking at his future one more time. He told him everything would be all right and that he would become an outstanding hero, and he told him to keep smiling. AND THEN HE FUCKING DIED. And everyone was sobbing, and with good reason, because it was the saddest fucking shit ever you guys.

Today on BnHA: Gran Torino and Naomasa go Kurogiri-hunting in the mountains and nearly get picked off by one of All for One’s proteges, all because they didn’t think to bring Ashido Mina with them. Back at the hospital, Aizawa gets ready to take his kids back home and Deku goes to talk to Mirio. Mirio is surprisingly chipper for someone who just lost his quirk and his mentordad all in one day! He tells Deku it’s because he wants to honor Nighteye, who told him to keep smiling. Deku, who has been wracked with self-doubt over Nighteye’s belief that Mirio should have inherited OFA, offers to give Mirio his quirk. But Mirio declines before he can even finish the question. He says that even if that were possible, Deku would just end up in his place, and he doesn’t want him to go through that. He also says that Aizawa told him that if Eri learns how to control her quirk, it might be possible for her to return him to normal. In the meantime, he’s taking a temporary leave of absence from U.A., and he tells Deku that he should keep smiling too. We then cut back to U.A., where Todoroki Shouto and Bakugou Katsuki are finally back from the void to welcome us to the next mini-arc.

(As always, all comments not marked with an ETA are my unspoiled reactions from my first readthrough of this chapter. I’ve read up through chapter 187 now, so any ETAs will reflect that.)

whaaaaat

SO THIS IS WHY GRAN COULDN’T GO ON THE RAID WITH THEM OMG. WHO ARE YOU TALKING TO, GRAN

it can really only be one guy if he’s talking about “most troublesome.” holy fucking shit

YEP

holy shit

this definitely helps in the fight against the League. this is excellent. with him captured, that puts a much-needed check on the League’s potential scheming. for example he can’t just warp Tomura into Deku’s bedroom in the middle of the night and kill him in his sleep. which is definitely something I’ve wondered about before in terms of “why haven’t they just...”

and if Horikoshi needs them to regain this ability later on, he can just have Kurogiri break out of prison. it shouldn’t be that hard, since “Breaking Myself Out of Prison” is basically his goddamn quirk

this is really going to piss Tomura off once he finds out, though. I feel like there will be some consequences for this. and now he’s got that quirk-be-gone, too. oh shit

anyway, so Naomasa is there too and he’s telling Gran and the cops to use caution. ya think?

how are they going to restrain him?? so fucking curious about this

(ETA: pro writing tip: if you’re ever not sure how to address a troublesome plot hole, just distract everyone with a giant mountain-crushing villain, and then later on have the characters resolve everything offscreen lmao)

lol Kurogiri is polite as ever

a “ruffian”, huh

and he says he has some business with that ruffian

so that’s what Tomura sent him out here for. who could this ruffian possibly be??

also, if said ruffian shows up and he doesn’t have like scraggly hair and a hobo jacket (or alternately, pompadour hair and a motorcycle jacket), I’m really going to take issue with their choice of description here. don’t get my hopes up like that

Gran’s all “I’d love to hear all about it once you’re behind bars”

dammit Gran, you’re so fucking hard-boiled. but I want to hear about it now though

oh shit, all of a sudden there is a thumping sound loud enough to scare a bunch of nearby birds

holy shit now Kuro is flashing back to a conversation with All for One that he apparently had shortly before the Kamino incident

WHO IS HIM

what is this freaky weather forecast all of a sudden!? DOES THIS PERSON HAVE A WEATHER CONTROLLING QUIRK??? :O

(ETA: nope that’s just the big radio he wears around his neck for as-yet-unknown reasons)

yooooo and now Kurogiri is saying Tomura wasn’t the only one AFO was “cultivating” omg!!?!??

(ETA: rereading this part, I’m finding myself extremely intrigued by All for One’s relationship with Kurogiri. like, Kuro appears to be part of his inner circle, and in hindsight that makes sense, because AFO trusted him enough to watch over Tomura, his heir apparent. but anyways, we’re seeing here that Kuro knows a lot more about AFO’s plans than he let on before, including stuff that Tomura more than likely doesn’t know. very, very interesting.

also, the line “our master has already seen the future” and the fact that AFO specifically planning ahead for something like this makes me more certain than ever that this man isn’t going to stay locked up for too long. oh my god I’m so curious about this long game that he’s playing, and having to wait an indefinite amount of time to find out is going to drive me crazy, I already know.)

OH SHIT

THIS IS THE GUY WE SAW ALL THE WAY BACK IN LIKE... JESUS. LEMME GO CHECK

-- CHAPTER 57. HOLY SHIT. WE GOT ONE PANEL OF HIM, AND THAT WAS IT FOR MORE THAN 100 CHAPTERS. I FORGOT ALL ABOUT HIM. EVERYONE FORGOT ALL ABOUT HIM, MOST LIKELY

(ETA: so as you all know, we also saw him in Kiri’s flashback in chapter 144! he was walking around in Downtown Wherever Kiri Lives and asking middle schoolers for directions to the Springer Hero Offices. who or what or where is Springer?? I sure don’t fucking know. but anyways he was very polite, but he also started to crumble apart a building with his bare hand before Mina came and calmed him down. and he was all “everything I do is for the Lord”, which, given what we now know, was more than likely referring to All for One.

so that’s pretty much all we know about him so far. or at least all I know about him, being about 30 chapters behind still. hmm.)

-- SON OF A BITCH we’re cutting back to the hospital the following morning

fine. we don’t actually get to see if Kurogiri was really captured or not. or who tf this new godzilla dude is. whatever

there’s a TV playing the news, and apparently the police are taking a lot of heat for letting Overhaul’s caravan get attacked and having the “important evidence” stolen

yeah I’ll say they should be taking some heat for that. at least we know they can’t make any more of the stuff

oh snap Deku just walked into the lobby where Aizawa and Recovery Girl were watching

apparently this is his first time hearing this news

(ETA: either that or Aizawa and Recovery Girl just gave him the gruesome details about the attack)

oh Deku

Aizawa is immediately saying he shouldn’t let it get to him and it’s not something he should feel responsible for

apparently Recovery Girl made the rounds and healed all the kids, so they’ll all be heading home with Aizawa shortly

but Deku’s asking if he can stay until Eri wakes up

Aizawa says that Deku being here won’t change the situation and that they need to leave her in the doctors’ care

Deku’s pouting but he’s not arguing back

but he wants to say goodbye to Mirio (who’s going to be staying in the hospital a bit longer)

and he’s just RUNNING OFF before Aizawa can tell him that now isn’t really a good time omg

-- why are you so hot

OH MY GOD

I HAVE SOME CONCERNS ABOUT THIS YOUNG MAN

he’s loudly greeting Deku and proclaiming that he’s in “tip top shape”

Miriooooooo. don’t lie. you don’t have to do that, it’s okay to be upset for a little while. about, you know. LOSING YOUR FUCKING QUIRK AND YOUR MENTOR ALL IN THE SAME DAY

Mirio when will we be done with these feels. fucking when. I can’t with this brave, beautiful boy. I fucking can’t

Mirio I’m going to cry all over again, STOP

and now he’s sitting up

and he says that even though Nighteye was always all 8/!!! around Deku, around Mirio he actually smiled quite a lot

and we’re flashing back to the last thing Nighteye told him, which was to keep smiling

so good. so pure. I can’t. we don’t deserve

he says that if he’s wearing a glum face it will be harder on Eri, too

at the mention of Eri, Deku’s talking about how Mirio protected her even without his quirk

but meanwhile he himself was saved by Eri even though he was supposed to be protecting her

“but if you had been the successor...”

ohhhhhhh

okay. well that’s okay. they needed to have this conversation anyway

also does Mirio have any idea what Deku is even talking about though. DEKU COULD YOU STOP TELLING EVERY THIRD PERSON YOU MEET ABOUT YOUR SECRET FUCKING QUIRK

OH FOR FUCK’S --

after all this, now he decides that Nighteye was right all along?? after Nighteye himself even basically said he was cool with it now

but I think it’s just because he’s starting to feel like All Might always did. that with great power comes great responsibility. he’s been given this ability and he has a responsibility to live up to it

“if you’ve got the strongest guy showing you the ropes, you can’t go losing.” he’s been flashing back to that fight repeatedly throughout this arc. this has been weighing on his mind for a while now

but Mirio. oh Mirio

honestly, an answer like that just cements the fact that he really would have been worthy of it, though

hell, I bet you Mirio could pick up Thor’s fucking hammer

“even if, for the sake of argument, something like that were possible” fucking lol. yes. this is all purely theoretical, of course

anyway, he says that even if he agreed, then Deku would be the one left in Mirio’s place, quirkless

of course we all know Deku has plenty of experience with that already. but he does have a quirk now. and it’s a quirk that he earned and he absolutely deserves as well

Mirio says he doesn’t know what’s got Deku so down, but that he did great

and yeah, he really did. he beat the fucking final boss

oh?

WHAT

I HAVE NEVER SEEN AIZAWA LIKE THIS OH MY GOD??

he looks like he’s the one being comforted??

oh my god. anyway

Mirio says that if Eri is able to regain control of her quirk then they could try to use it to restore him to a state when he still had his quirk

or if they can’t do that, they’ll try to find other ways to turn him back to normal

yesssss. because plus ultra. we don’t give up. s’not how we do things

I’m so glad he still has hope. even if he is amazing and so brave and has been putting on a cheerful face, he’s still a kid and he needs that

and Aizawa knew that. because he’s not just class 1-A’s mom, he’s apparently everyone’s mom. and he saw this crying kid who’d just lost his father figure after being badly injured and losing his quirk, and he couldn’t just leave him like that. so he immediately took whatever steps he could to try to solve the problem and give the kid some hope and comfort

and like, is it even possible to stan this man more than I already did though because damn

and now Mirio’s giving Deku a cute little “cheer up” punch omg

... [hair rufflesssss]

and meanwhile IN THE SHADOWS

feels for everyone!! feels for you, feels for me! angst for everyone! free angst! we’re giving it away! you won’t find this deal anywhere else!! so come on down to BnHA where we have mentor feels and cute senpai feels and angsty dad feels all on the same fucking page!

ffff

so now the narration says that Mirio took a temporary leave of absence from U.A. after that

OH MY GOD

RED ALERT, PEOPLE. red FUCKING alert!!!

IT’S HAPPENING

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

you’re sorry? YOU BETTER BE FUCKING SORRY HORIKOSHI. IF YOU EVER TRY TO PULL THIS SHIT AGAIN I SWEAR TO GOD

I’M SORRY BOYS, BUT. YOU GET HAIR RUFFLES TOO. I’M GETTIN’ IN THERE. MESS THAT HAIR ALL UP

OH MY GOD I CAN’T BELIEVE IT GUYS. WE MADE IT

NO BONUS, but tomorrow there will be one with the character poll results, yay. in the meantime these good boys are getting noogies.

[futurewriter2000]

Glances

A/N:Well....I wrote this. I didn't go to school again bc I have an oral exam and I'm judt a fucking idiot and a coward. God, I'n so stupid. Anyway I wrote this this morning. Hope you like it @duringirl

PAIRING: Sirius Black x reader

REQUEST: Hawo ^^ I was wondering if you could write a one shot where Sirius has a panic attack and reader is there and helps him trough it and just conforts him and yea. Thank u ^^

WARNING: Watch out for grammar mistakes.

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XX

He was there. You were here. He was goegeous. You were average. His smile was everything. Your smile was enough. His eyes were special. Yours were just (y/e/c).

That was what you kept telling yourself, repeatedly as you glanced from time to time at the boy you've secretely liked since Third year.

One glance and your heart raced for a second or two.

You focused back on your parchment, scribbling down the ingridents, pretending to listen to the professor.

Your heart calmed down but with another glance, it started to race again.

" Amortentia, the strongest love potion. Elixir to induce Euphoria. Polyjuice potion, to transfrom from one to another. Wiggendewel potion, to awaken someone from sleep..." professor Slughorn counted down the potions for the upcoming exam, your hand writing them all down and your eyes glancing from professor, to your parchment, professor, parchment and back to him. The boy who appereantly fell asleep to Slughorn speech.

You couldn't blame him. He hated potions and what made it even worse for him, you had potions right first period on fridays.

One glance. It's all it took you to know that three rows before you there was a boy, sitting with his head laid on his arm and pulling in quiet snores to which only James next to him could hear.

"What was the last one?" asked Alice beside you, causing your thoughts of the boy to fly away and the sly smile that crawled on your lips, fade away.

" Uhm...Volubilis potion. " you simpered and she wrote it down aggressively, causing her pen to let out drops of ink on her parchment.

Slughorn's eyes were now focused on the sleeping boy in the third row before you. His eyes narrowed and his lips turned in a thin line. He stopped before his desk and grabbed the books, lifting them and letting them fall back on the desk.

Sirius' head popped up and he confusely looked around. "Fairly, I ought to wonder why Mr. Black would want to sleep through my class, especially the class where I explain the subject of the upcoming exam."

"And fairly, sir, I ought to think that I will do an outstanding work on this exam if I get just enough amount of sleep." Sirius replied. His voice was low and raspy, his hair a bit messy and his lips turned into a grin.

The class chuckled, the corner of your lips turning up as you continued to draw squares on the top of your parchment.

You glanced up, his eyes met yours and your heart stopped for a second. Your pen removed itself from the parchment, your eyes now staring at his before they turned back around at the professor.

"Meet me after class, Sirius." said professor loudly and sharp, turning around with his robes and walking back to his desk.

Sirius' head turned to his best friend, causing James to snicker before turning it around again and lock his eyes with yours once again.

Your head was empty, your ability to move, to smile, to do something was completely unavailable at the moment. He stretched a grin and winked.

You felt your head spin but then again you shook off the feeling and smiled in return.

' He's a friend. Do not get involved with him.' you scolded yourself.

The two of you were friends. Not close but friends. You supressed your feelings for him the moment you started feeling them.

He was a pure-blood. You were a half-blood. He was from the Wizarding world. You were from the Muggle world. He came from a wealthy family. You came from not that wealthy family but not poor either. He was out-going. You kept your feelings and your thoughts to yourself.

The two of you were contrast in many ways than one and who were you to be in his league.

" Hey! (Y/l/n)! " he shouted after you, struggling to get through the crowd and to you.

A smirk crept on your lips and you turned around, tugging your books closer to your chest. "Black?"

He was now close and smiling. " A lovely smile you sent me there." he started but you only rolled your eyes.

"Please, Black. Stop with the flirting and get to the point. You know it doesn't work on me." you snorted and his grin spread across his own lips.

" You should feel honored I decided to come to you. It's not an every day that you get to see Sirius Black." he boasted and you scoffed.

"Yes, especially when this amazing Sirius Black drools on the desk. " you teased and he chuckled. " But yeah, don't worry. Here." you pulled out your list of potions.

"Firstly, I don't drool. And secondly, thank you." he took the parchment and stuck it in his own book. " You'll get it back soon."

Because from all the students, classmages and friends. He decided to get your notes. It's not that he held any feelings for you but it let you wonder.

He could have just copied from James. It's a short list. Could he- no. You shook your head and left for your next class. " He'd never."

---

And a week had passed since then, your list of potions was never returned but you didn't mind. You studied with Alice and she let you borrow hers.

You ran through it one more time while Alice closed her book and let out a huff. " I'm done."

"Already? But we haven't gone through the last three potions." you quirked an eyebrow and she got up, stretching her back.

" I'm going to wing it." she yawned and you let out a snort of laughter.

" That's usually my line."

" I know but it works, doesn't it?"

"What do you mean?"

" Well, whenever you decide to give up on the last minute studying, you say 'I'm going to wing it.' and then you end up passing every exam."

" Not every exam. I can never pass Arithmancy."

"Nobody can pass Arithmancy. Arithmancy is shite."

You laughed at her comment and closed the book as well. " The reason I pass them is becuase I cheat on the exam."

" Yeah about that, how do you do it?" she asled as she started to gather her books.

You shrugged. "I don't know. I guess I wing it."

She narrowed her eyes in envy. "I hate your not caring arse." and she left.

" Love you too! " you shouted behind her and started to gather up your books as well.

Alice. She was always so nice yet so sassy. It was a good combination. No wonder every guy fell for her.

You smiled to yourself and lifted the pile in your arms. Gaining your balance, you turned your way towards the stairs and started walking.

A few steps up and you were already on the floor. Not because you have lost your balance but because someone ran into you with super speed and knocking you down.

" Urgh!" you groaned, rubbing the back of your head before finally looking up at the person. " Sirius?" you asked after the pain disappeared and the surroundings became clearer.

His eyes were wide, scared, filled with unshed tears. You heart grew heavy at the sight but before you could say anything he just stormed out.

Doubting yourself first, you got on your feet and started running after him.

You didn't know what you were doing.

Your back was in so much pain and still you continued to run after a boy who you weren't even close friends with.

But you did it anyway. You ran after him. He was walking fast and with heavy breathing. He wanted to turn into his Animagnus form but couldn't due to a girl following him.

He wantes to say something. He wanted to do something to let you leave him alone. For you to not see him in this situation. But his head was heavy and his heart was racing. The air was suffocating his lungs and a lump in his throat made his stomach knot.

Until he couldn't hold it in any longer. His bare feet touched the cold grass and he just fell on his knees, sobbing uncontrollably.

You stopped in your tracks, rethinking your decision, doubting yourself once again.

"Sirius." you spoke quietly,making your way to him and placing your hand on his shoulder.

He was ashamed to look up. He couldn't lift his head and face you.

Sirius Black crying. Ay, there's something everybody would gladly see.

" Sirius, look at me." You spoke softly and placed your hand against his cheek.

His eyes locked with yours, cheeks completely wet from the tears and his breathing was strong and fast.

"Calm down."

"I-I can't." he sobbed and continued to breathe even heavier. " I- I" he tried to speak but the lump in his throat prevented him from saying a word.

You heart was racing. You didn't know what to do. There was no doubt he was having a panic attack. Crying uncontrollably, choking on his own breath.

You had no idea of what to do so in a desperate situation, the only thing you thougnt of was pulling him closer and hugging him tightly. Both of your were on your knees, your arms wrapped around him as your head was pressed on his shoulder.

"Calm down." you spoke very softly and quietly.

His arms were wrapped around you as well, his head burried in the crook of your neck and his hands knotting themselves in your shirt.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." he continued to pant, cry, sobb...

" Don't be sorry. Just calm down." you whispered back and slowly, very slowly he started to calm down.

After he got his thoughts back together, he sniffed a few times and lulled away. "Guess you want your list back." he joked around, causing you to roll your eyes once again.

"Really? You almost give me a heart attack and you later joke about it."

" Awfully bad habit." he smirked and you threw yourself back on the grass.

Your eyes were set on the starry night and your thoughts running wild in your head, not wanting to settle down. " You want to talk aboit it?" you blurted out without thinking, your eyes on the sky.

" Not really."

" Is it the reason you sleep in every class?"

" Maybe."

You laid on the ground, staring at the stars and staying quiet.

After a few moments, you got on your elbows and looked up at him.

He looked at you as well, somehow ashamed of the situation he was in.

You smiled.

He quirked an eyebrow.

"Come on." you got up on your feet, patting your clothes and offering him a hand.

He got up as well, patting his shorts and smiling. "Where?"

"To the kitchen."

"What? Why?"

" To adopt a dragon. What do you think why? Food makes everything better." you grabbed him by the hand, this time determined.

" You surprise me, (y/n) (y/l/n)." he smiled and you chuckled.

" So do you, Sirius Black."