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sailorhyunjinz · 3 years

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~ 𝕃𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕍𝕚𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕠𝕣 ~

The mystical bookshop on the opposite end of the street seldom had customers but your boredom was getting the best of you, having just moved to a small town without any acquaintances. The last thing you expected when entering the dusty bookshop was a handsome boy glimpsing at you from behind his glasses. Maybe this innocent boy could cure your boredom?

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The ivy green building on the corner was rarely visited. It’s white pillars with gold swirly capitals looked inviting as you had just moved to the apartment complex across the street and were in need of some entertainment, having moved to a new town all by your self. Through the cloudy show window you saw litterary classics leaning against small mahogany painting aisle and crystals in all different shapes and sizes, all scattered across a velvet maroon piece of cloth.

You leaned against the window, sheilding your eyes from the sun using your hands as you looked inside but to your disappointment you saw nothing but your own reflection. The warmth of the sun radiated on your back as a cool breeze stinged your cheeks. ‘It sure would be nice to sit in the small shop and read’ you thought as you wrapped your hands around the chipped golden door handle, pulling it down and being exposed to the smell of bound books.

The bell above the old wooden door rang as you entered through the rusty ivy green door, embellished with small colored glass panes.

“Welcome to I.N bookshop, how can i-”

Jeongin peeked from behind a big book, fascinated over how such a cute girl had entered his dusty little shop. His round glasses covered most of his face, light pink cheeks hiding behind them. Putting the aged leather book away he stood up from his seat and scratched his thick, slightly curly black locks. This situation was unusual to say the least. The shop was after all only sought out by elders that wanted to find the books they had read in their teenage years when youth still glowed around them.

A smile spread across your face as you saw the young boy shifting his eyes over the piles of grubby books, some of them piling up hindering you from coming closer. He blushed upon the state of the store but promptly walked up to you, keeping his eyes glued to the creaky floorboards underneath his feet.

“Oh, hi u-uhm... I’m Jeongin! Nice to meet you” he said sheepishly, eventually sneaking a glance of your cute face.

“Hi, nice to meet you. I’m y/n! I just moved across the street a couple of days ago and have just been staring at the shop from my window. Thought I might...c-check it out”.

You felt a shyness creep up on you, shifting your skirt slightly as you felt Jeongin’s looming eyes on your cleavage, silence widened over the small wooden cabinet-like shop.

Jeongin snapped back into reality after you looked at him questionably, your head tilted as you tried to cover yourself from his predatory gaze with your hands. The curly haired boy gulped before shoving his delicate veiny hands into the pockets of his black dress pants.

“Uhm.. so.. w-what do you usually read?” he asked while peering up. Looking into the same direction you saw a cozy half loft nuzzled into the far right of the shop, a corroded ladder being the only way to get up there.

“I like pretty much anything,,, d-do you have any favorites?” you asked shyly as your gaze returned to the floor, seeing books piled up around your feet.

He laughed timidly as he made his way over to the rusty ladder, stepping over heaps of untouched books and guiding you to do the same, kicking and pushing some piles away.

“I usually sit up there and read so all of my favorites are hidden from the customers heh...” he anxiously grabbed the back of his neck, looking down to the left as he spoke.

“We can sit up there if you like!” Jeongin added, his voice getting excited since he gets to talk about his favorite literary works with you! Shyly, you nodded as your hands wrapped around both sides of the ladder, stepping onto the first step. Cautiously you climbed up and with every step you could see more of the loft unfolding in front of your eyes, your gaze on floor level. Jeongin decided to help you by holding the ladder, making sure you didn’t fall but this soon proved to be a mistake. He looked up with the intention of seeing how far up you’d gotten but his eyes landed underneath your skirt, your light pink lace panties on display for his puppy eyes to see. His breath hitched upon seeing the outline of your cunt and his hormones were flying like sparks, causing a painful erection to form inside his boxers.

After what seemed like an eternity of fumbling on the ladder you finally stood on the half loft, carefully peeking down to see Jeongin still gripping the ladder while his cheeks were flaming red.

“uhm,,, you coming up or..?”

He cleared his throat as he looked up, seemingly lost in thoughts.

“Yeah,,, totally” he said awkwardly while climbing up. You offered him your hand as he neared the loft which he grabbed, seizing the opportunity to hold your soft hand that were enhanced by small gold rings and a bracelet. His heart was in his throat as your touch effected him more than he thought. He coughed to clear the nervosity from his gut but to no avail.

When his hands travaled down to his pockets that’s when you noticed the tent between his two legs. A thousand thoughts flashed through your mind as your body came to a standstill. Should I run away and never look back? Should I help the poor boy? After all, he seemed awfully lonely enclosed in these 4 walls all day long and so were you, not having anyone to contact in the new city.

Jeongin noticed your stiff figure, the light mumbling of a radio being heard from the white speakers on a small coffee table next to two old mustard yellow armchairs. Your eyes eventually met his. His gaze was as sweet as honey and his musky scent enhanced by the aroma of the ancient books. You felt yourself tensing up, your crossed legs clenching as you broke the eye contact with the fox-like boy. His eyes hooded whilst being filled with a bashful aura.

“Kiss me”

You blurt out without even thinking. The neediness in your cunt growing wetter by every minute. Jeongin’s eyes brown orbs widened.

“W-what...here? Now..?”

“Don’t act dumb. I see...t-that” you glanced down at his erection for a split second, gulping as you saw the size.

Flustered, Jeongin tried to cover himself from your eyes as a hot flash descended down his body. His blushed state, his innocent eyes hiding behind those black wired glasses and his veiny hands peeking through the paws of his dark blue sweater made you just wanna slam him against a wall, taking his innocence from him.

You inched closer to him, his face in level with yours due to your similar heights. Your head tilted slightly, a pleading expression contorting across your features as he stared at your plush lips, wide eyed. His delicate hands form into hard fists, trying his best to not let his loneliness get to him.

But he’s too weak.

Cupping your crimson cheeks, he pulls you into a deep kiss and without hesitating you kiss him back on his precious coral lips. Your hands explored his body and to your surprise a toned abdomen was hiding beneath his warm appearance. Coaxing his tongue, you lick his bottom lip, moaning into the kiss as his hands stroked your back and gropes your ass. Heat rose to your cheeks as your cunt was sopping, having not been touched like this for a while but you weren’t the only one reacting this way. Your hands wandered down before momentarily stopping, you hesitated before palming the dark haired boy through his slacks but was pleased once you earned a moan from his petal-like lips. You pulled away from the fiery kiss, smirking as you spoke in a slightly hoarse voice.

“Sensitive babyboy, I barely touched you”

He stiffens in your arms that were wrapped around his waist, his eyes settling anywhere but on yours. With a cocky smile you grab his tiny face by the jaw and force him to look into your lustful eyes.

“You’re a virgin, right?” you asked with a smile on your lips.

“N-no,, no I’m not!” Jeongin huffed out, visibly flustered.

“I don’t like people that lie”.

Your cold voice scared Jeongin but the fear added fuel to his neediness. He needed you. You pushed him down, the boy landing in one of the dusty armchairs with a thump.

“Y-yes I am a...v-virgin”

He hesitated uttering those words, his lip quivering from the sexual tension but he also felt vulnerable, not having anyone to talk to about such matters. Jeongin watched you with hungry eyes as you pulled your shirt over your head, disheveling your hair in the process.

“What you staring at? Come on, off with your clothes” you said as you pointed towards his member. He obeyed in an instant but not losing eye contact with the soft skin that you revealed once you stepped out of your skirt that was now pooling on the floor, leaving you with nothing than your bra and panties. Jeongin’s hands were shaking as he tried to unbutton his pressed slacks. You rolled your eyes at his pitiful attempt.

Your knees hit the wooden flooring as you helped him remove his pants, Jeongin bucking his hips slightly causing you to pull them down the entire way. Embarrassingly enough his precum had already created a wet stain on his boxers which made you snicker. You trace along his clothed dick with your fingertip, feeling him pulsating under your touch as blood accumilated between his legs.

“How cute. Babyboy is throbbing from anticipation, isn’t that right?” you cooed to which he glared at you, mad for being humiliated by someone he barely knew but secretly enjoying it in his perverted fantasies.

Upon pulling down his boxers you were greeted by his erect member that was barely touching his clothed abdomen. Your mouth watered from the sight, how fine purple veins snaked up his shaft and how his sensitive carmoisine tip glistened with a droplet of precum trickling down. You glanced up at his slightly puffy face and he nodded as if you had just asked him for premission. Using the tip of your tongue you lapped up his precum like an animal, eager to taste his sweetness as you pursed your lips and inserted only the tip into your wet mouth.

Jeongin’s knuckles whitened as he gripped onto the armrests for dear life, his orgasm already looming around him due to his inexperienced nature. Your hands stroke his inner thigh wanting him to relax but that was the last thing on Jeongin’s mind. If he relaxed he would cum faster and that would be too much embarrassment to handle in one day, especially in front of you. Your pursed scarlet lips cascaded down his shaft as your hand wrapped around the part that wouldn’t fit down your throat. Small whimpers were heard from the boy with glasses everytime you lifted your head upwards, swirling your tongue around his leaking tip before plunging down again, all whilst your hand jerked off his girthy base. It didn’t take long before the poor boy was unable to controll the lewd noises that pierced your ear like the sound of music. For his every moan you got wetter, those pathetic whines of his causing you to dig your nails into his thighs, holding back from marking him up with hickies and showing him that he’s your new playtoy.

The high-pitched moans mixed with the subtle murmuring of the radio still going in the background, the sloppy sound of your spit as you bobbed your head intensely driving Jeongin closer to his release. Just as he felt him twitch between your cheeks you pulled off, kissing his tip before looking up at him with doe eyes. The expression that haunted his face was priceless. You smiled at his bedraggled state, his twinkling eyes and heaving breath signaling that he was lost in pleasure moments ago.

“Liked it, babyboy?”

He nodded in agreement before grabbing your narrow wrist and standing you up, pushing you against a bookcase causing a couple of lightweight books to fall on either side of you. His mouth was dangerously close to your ear, his body close enough to radiate heat.

“But don’t call me that”. Jeongin’s voice changed, now more raspy.

“Aw, does babyboy get shy when I call him that?” you ridiculed him but soon regretted it when he raised your eyebrow at you before turning you around and bending you down, you hands grabbing onto the shelf.

“Hey! You can’t ju-”

Your moan cut you off as the tip of his cock entered you with ease, your juices almost dripping down your leg from the arousal as he pushed your panties to the side. Jeongin hissed as his member advanced into your throbbing pussy, desperate to feel you around his sensitive shaft. Small whimpers spilled out your mouth as he felt much bigger than he seemed, moving at a slow pace yet still hitting your g-spot with every thrust. His cold laugh sent shivers down your back where Jeongin’s hand was stragically placed in order to keep you bent down, the other hand wrapped around your hip.

“You’ve been fantisasing about this, haven’t you?” he groaned to which you tsked.

“I think you’re talking about yourself, babyboy. With your nose in those books all day you surely must have read heaps of erotica.”

He slammed his hips against yours making you mewl out in pleasure, trying to hold onto the shelf but only knocking down more books.

“Don’t c-call me that!” he defended himself from the shameful nickname you had given him but you couldn’t help but to laugh.

“You’re adorable, you know that babyboy?”. Your gibbling laughter annoyed Jeongin causing him to push you back, his big hands wrapping gently around your neck and choking you slightly making your high-pitched whimpers more frequent. His pace quickened as he was nearing his orgasm and you could once again feel him twitching, only this time he was twitching inside your sopping cunt which further caused the knot in your stomach to tighten.

“J-jeongin,,,f-fuck”. Shutting your eyes you saw a spectrum of colors fly by as your head spinned from the impending orgasm. The dark haired boy smirked, his eyebrows furrowed as he thrusted into your squelching cunt, the filthy noise completely muffling out the babble of the radio. Being his first time he was annoyingly good, pleasuring you in the ways you were longing for.

A broken moan erupted as the hand around your neck descended down, stopping for a moment to give your nipples a twist before settling at your swollen clit. The fast circling movement of his long fingers paired with his relentless thrusting made you see stars behind your stinging eyes. You were unraveling at the seams in his touch but so did Jeongin, his final thrusts sloppy as a string of whines left his soft lips.

Your legs gave up on you when you finally released, the knot in your core melting away as your juices coated Jeongin’s aroused dick. Jeongin crashed his hips against you one last time, the impact causing your butt to bounce against him. He pulled out quickly, dick twitching in his hand before his hot semen ran down your buttcheek as you were panting, holding onto anything on the dusty and creaky wooden shelf.

Jeongin last cries echoed in your ears as he milked his dick out of every cumdrop, his glasses slipping off the tip of his nose. The hot substance quickly cooling off while trickling down as you tried to stand up, putting a hand onto Jeongin’s shoulder.

“Y-you good?” he stuttered, scared that he’d hurt you.

“Yeah... think so” was what you managed to say before falling into Jeongin’s sturdy embrace. He let out a surprised squeal as he caught you, snickering quietly at your struggle to hold yourself up.

“I guess I’m your first friend in town now” he smiled shyly as you looked at him naively. Blushing profusely, you looked deep into his dangerously sweet eyes that were rimmed by his thin wire glasses.

“I guess you are”.

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justimajin · 3 years

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Til Death Do Us Part ♜ Pt.9

➟ Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

➟ Genre: Angst, Fluff, Eventual Smut

↳ (5.2k), Arranged Marriage AU

➟ Summary: If someone told you that you’d be marrying the Kim Namjoon, you would think you were being lied to, or worse, that you were hallucinating. However, fate seems to have it’s own ways of making the impossible possible and before you even know it, the title of Mrs. Kim is bestowed onto you. There’s just one problem: you’re not sure if Kim Namjoon is the person he says he is and the truth of your own identity is dangling by the strength of a mere thread.

➟ Warnings: 18+ rating, graphical descriptions of blood and violence, character death, things get a little steamy 👀

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➟ Previous Parts: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

➟ Next Update: Tuesday, February 16

Your body lies on the bed, a blanket resting over you as if you were in the midst of a deep slumber. The normally coral hue to your skin has steadily vanished, lips chapped and dark circles already formed beneath your eyes.

Namjoon paces the room frantically, his arms crossed and gaze never leaving your sleeping form. Seokjin stands in the corner, his eyes sparking in intrigue as Jimin rises from your side with a sigh.

He shakes his head, as if caught up in disbelief himself. Peering up at Namjoon who immediately appears alert, he hesitantly speaks.

“I think….I think Y/N’s been poisoned.”

“What?”

He gestures towards you, “The symptoms are all lining up….and it doesn’t seem like the normal kind.” He explains, “This one’s stronger, but slower. Like trying to kill someone as painfully as possible instead of just trying to get it over with.”

Namjoon’s jaw tightens, brows furiously contorting.

Seokjin shakes his head in dismay, “I guess torturing her wasn’t enough for them....”

At the mention of your previous experience, Namjoon lets out a deep exhale and rubs his temples. He was ecstatic at finally locating, immediately wanting you to recuperate.

But this, this just diminishes all the hopes he had with your recovery, tying his hands together completely.

Seokjin makes brief eye contact with him and gestures him to follow after outside of the room, knowing that simply gazing at your sickly form wouldn’t allow his friend to think logically.

Once the door closes, Seokjin doesn’t hesitate to indulge Namjoon in his thoughts. “We have to go back.”

Before Namjoon can retaliate, he continues, “They’ve used a poison Jimin isn’t usually familiar with ‒ that means we’re dealing with something specific here and the one way to find a cure is to go back where the poison was found.”

“An antidote.” Namjoon annunciates in realization, “It’s worth a try.”

Seokjin hums, “I’ll go ask Jimin how much time we have.”

Namjoon nods, continuing to pace around with knitted brows. Seokjin re-emerges after a moment, but the expression on his features isn’t one Namjoon was hoping for.

“Three hours.”

The alarming news simply aids to add more weight to Namjoon’s shoulders, but he knows that if there’s any chance in saving your life, he would take it within a heartbeat.

Seokjin keenly eyes him, and he knows exactly what he needs to do.

***

Going back is on par with welcoming death and destruction towards his gates ‒ and it’s something that both he and Seokjin have the displeasure of facing.

Seokjin bolts towards a wall, crouching down immediately to avoid the splinter of bullets flying over his head.

“Is it just me or do they seem rather angrier this time around?” He playfully questions, cocking his gun and positioning it to fire back. A small smile curls on Namjoon’s lips at the latter’s sense of humour during such a dire time, yet he can’t help but counter on his own part.

“I would be too if I broke in for a second time and made a mess out of their building.” He aims alongside Seokjin, shooting back with twice the force.

“Well, if they happen to ruin this face of mine, I can’t promise that I won’t do anything.” He hurriedly rushes forward, getting into a more compromising but better position for him to fire back.

Namjoon shakes his head, acknowledging that his partner was simply trying to ease up the tension augmenting in him, but the steadily growing numbers surrounding them counteract all of his intentions. Although he had trusted Jimin to look after you in hopes of a faster recovery, he can’t help but think how much his absence has rendered them in a disarray.

Seokjin carefully heads forward with time, opting out to simply striking down the resistance rather than waste anymore of his precious bullets. Namjoon’s eyes light up in recognition when his actions form a clear pathway, and he doesn’t hesitate to sprint forward.

“It was around here, no?” Seokjin mumbles as his eyes flicker around, exhausted beyond belief but content that the two of them made it through. Namjoon hums, the walls feeling familiar and the passageway striking a recollection from him.

Together, him and Seokjin quickly thread through the hall and target the room where Namjoon had discovered your cell. Seokjin isn’t entirely sure if they can find something there, but he rather not leave any stone unturned in the midst of their presence in the area again.

At the sound of rustling, Seokjin places a hand on his shoulder and steadies him back.

Save for the empty cell in the corner and the bare room, a shadow is cast against the ground, bustling around the area.

The two of them are in hiding, cautiously watching the burly man’s actions from a bird’s eye view. He suddenly pauses in his tracks, head snapping in their direction.

His deep voice breaks the silence, “Who’s there?”

Despite neither of them making a single peep, the man stands his ground, eyeing the corner. Seokjin eventually sighs, raising his gun and slowly coming out of the dark.

Namjoon follows behind him and Seokjin’s stare is intent, prepared to seek out answers, “Y/N L/N. Do you know of her?”

His eyes flicker, a gigantic grin spreading across his features, “One of the spies.” He utters right away, “You must be the Kim’s.”

Seokjin keeps his gaze concentrated as he steps forward in intrigue, interested in their sudden appearance rather than blatantly disgusted.

Once he stands a couple of metres across from them, a question slips from him, “Why are you here?”

At that, Seokjin glances at Namjoon from the corner of his eye, holding back his words with the intent of being vague.

He smirks, before a chuckle escapes him, morphing into a boisterous laugh. It startles the two of them as he lowers his head, the brutish smile not leaving once.

“She’s dying, isn’t she?” He shakes his head in amusement, “I’m not very surprised, she was always the weakest out of us.”

His lingering smile causes Namjoon’s pupils to flare, “You should be happy too, no? You’ve just gotten rid of one of our insects.”

It’s like a sudden flash. One moment Seokjin is aiming his gun at this person with the intent of information in mind, the next Namjoon is pinning him against the wall, voice rough and spiking up.

“My wife is dying, how could you possibly think I would be happy?!”

“Namjoon.”

He huffs, releasing the man immediately and stepping back. Seokjin glances at him in concern, before directing his piercing gaze to the individual that’s fallen onto the ground.

“Where. is. the. antidote?” He grits out, only for him to laugh in retaliation.

“As if I’ll ever tell you anything.”

Seokjin’s eye twitches, “Then I have no use for you.”

He fires without grimacing, scarlet splattering all over the ground. Stepping away, he gestures Namjoon to follow him.

The latter stares at him in confusion when he begins surveying your cell, simply baffled at the way his friend paces around and examines the bars carefully.

After a moment of contemplation, Namjoon speaks up, “What are you doing?”

Seokjin doesn’t retort, choosing to instead crouch down and crawl into the cell himself. Reaching into the pocket of his suit’s jacket, he yanks out a vial and a swab, carefully rolling it over the ground where Namjoon had first discovered you.

A sound of exhilaration leaves him, and Namjoon is still left staring in bewilderment as he rises to his feet and stares at the vile with a spark in his eyes.

“It’s traces of the poison.” He clarifies, “Sure it’s mixed in with some blood, but I figured this would be enough for our chance at reproducing it and creating an antidote instead.”

Namjoon’s mouth falls agape as Seokjin places the vile away safely with a soft smile. He shakes his head, a chuckle escaping through.

“Seokjin, you genius.”

His friend sends him a knowing smile to counteract, and they begin to head out of the room, fully aware that they’ve found a potential source to a solution. However the alarming sound of voices results in them halting their steps, becoming one with the surrounding walls instead.

If the two of them thought it was difficult getting into the building a second time around, there’s a sickening surprise waiting for them.

Three, Seven, Twelve? Namjoon can’t even begin to count the individuals practically pouring into the room, eyes snapping up to meet Seokjin’s which are also twisted up in disbelief. The thought of trying to get past them barely comes across as a suggestion, but when Seokjin’s eyes glimmer for the briefest of seconds, Namjoon knows there’s only one simple way to counteract.

Keeping a firm hold on his gun, he leaps for the opportunity when Seokjin begins to sprint.

Their sudden movement and sound alerts the ears of the dwellers, voices spiking up and heavy footsteps beginning to grow in volume. From the split second that bullets start to fire, the two of them quickly take cover.

Seokjin heaves, “If I end up dying here today, can you promise me that you and Y/N will name your first child after me?”

Namjoon takes out his gun, staring at the former perplexed, “Don’t be in such a hurry to plan your own funeral.” He narrows his eyes, attempting to focus on the mass of individuals heading in their direction.

The question lingers in his mind, making him shake his head. “And what makes you so sure it’ll be a boy?”

Seokjin shrugs, “If it’s a girl you can still name her after me.”

Namjoon continues to stare at him flabbergasted, but once the sound of a gun firing hits his ears, he swivels around.

“Nevermind that, we have company.” Raising his gun, he begins to rapidly fire the weapon as Seokjin does the same, but nonetheless it seems like their efforts are futile from the steadily growing numbers.

“What do you say?” Namjoon asks in amusement, cocking his head in their direction.

Seokjin simply smirks in response, before leaving his cover and grabbing the first person he sees. His knee rams into their head, their form slumping onto the ground as he raises his gun at another, shooting them instantly.

Namjoon soon follows through, aiding him by using as much physical force as possible. However in the midst of the chaos, Seokjin is slammed against a wall, immediately wincing in pain.

He pushes the individual away, but there’s an angry blotch of red beginning to seep from his suit’s jacket, and that’s when he hears the faintest of clinks resonates against the ground.

Seokjin’s eyes threaten to pop out of their sockets, a familiar vile with a broken cap landing onto the ground and rolling about. He attempts to swiftly retrieve it right away, but before he has a chance to do so or to inform Namjoon, the man that threw him against the wall slams his foot down with a huge grin.

“NO!” He curses, resulting in Namjoon whipping his head around in concern, only to see remains of the poison split on the ground. He isn’t even given a chance to think of a way back to possibly retrieve more, two hands grabbing onto his jacket and threatening to rearrange his perfectly sculpted face.

Gritting his teeth as he takes his gun out, he doesn’t even hesitate to fire as Namjoon hurriedly dashes over.

“We have to collect the poison again somehow.” He continues to shoot, mumbling his words as defeat runs through him, “There has to be a way.”

Seokjin doesn’t get a chance to respond, “You’ll be better off in just letting her die.”

Namjoon swivels at the sound of the voice, the man grinning. In fact, the closer he looks, the more he can see the exhilaration surfacing on other faces.

The same man speaks, words becoming more venomous, “We’ll have finally gotten rid of that leech once and for all.”

Namjoon is truly speechless. Here he was, desperate to find an antidote, lingering drops from splotches of the poison, anything possible that would allow you to continue breathing ‒ all in the midst of being surrounded by individuals you would consider to be a part of your family.

There’s not even a single morsel of concern in the people in front of him.

“H-How…” He mumbles, eyes blinking in disbelief, “How can you be so happy to kill a member of your own family?”

“She was compromised.” The man spits out, as if it should be enough of a justification for their horrid actions, “She deserves to have death invited at her doorstep.”

It’s simply unfathomable what overcomes Namjoon in that single second, be it anguish, fury, or even disgust at how deep your vengeance and hatred for each other’s families runs.

He despises how much of a tool you really are, and with how strikingly parallel your routes are, like two sides of the same coin.

Unable to describe what consumes him in that moment, he ultimately decides it would be best for his actions to speak for themself instead. Seokjin blinks at the abrupt surge of strength he suddenly displays, but opts out in aiding his friend instead of questioning it.

Namjoon doesn’t remember how many times he’s grimaced or had a wave of pain jolt through his body, his partner having to forcefully drag him away for an escape instead of continuing to fight back. He chooses to follow, fully aware that any moment longer was a minute away from you surviving through the day.

Although Seokjin races at the prospect of obtaining more of the poison, Namjoon is unsure if it would be enough, if the destroyed remains of the vile he had previously collected was the last of what could have potentially saved you. It sends him into a state of distraught, failure probing into his mind as he slows down.

A feeble arm suddenly shoots out, grasping onto his shoulder and abruptly whisking him into a room. The door is slammed shut and Namjoon blinks, remaining vigilant as tension floods through his form.

The bleak room is completely silent, save for the middle-aged man that quickly turns away from him and begins to rummage through a row of shelves in the corner.

Namjoon’s hand threateningly lingers on his gun, irises locked onto and scrutinizing every action of the man before him. He continues to peer around before Namjoon, searching as if he had lost something.

His frail hands wrap around a small bottle, carefully inspecting it before he turns. There’s a soft smile curved at the corners of his lips, eyes kind and inviting.

Namjoon can only stare in puzzlement as the man reaches out for his hand, gently tightening his own fingers around the bottle. He peers up, smile reaching his crinkling eyes as he lightly pats Namjoon’s hand.

“Take care of her.” He quietly says and that’s when Namjoon’s orbs are darting all over the man’s features. His soft smile, the kind eyes, the way his presence is not hostile nor hateful, simply silent and tender in its presence.

The similarity is striking the more he thinks about it, mind flashing back to the day you became husband and wife. His memory finally allows him to distinctly remember the identity of the man, the very person who had gently brought you down the aisle and the same presence that faithfully watched over you as you agreed to the priest’s vows.

His hand tightens around the bottle and he firmly nods, noticing a sense of deep relief that fills the elder’s eyes.

He jolts as the door strikes open, a fumbling and clearly fatigued Seokjin glancing around. At the sight of the man close to Namjoon, he instantly rushes forward, but is stopped when his friend raises a hand in front of him.

“Let’s go.”

Seokjin stares at him baffled but when Namjoon raises his hand and showcases the bottle he holds, his eyes light up in recognition and he nods.

In the process of escaping, Namjoon turns back for the briefest of movements, a faint glimmer of water appearing in the elder man’s eyes.

Jimin instantly scrambles to his feet.

“What happened?”

Seokjin simply shakes his head, fully aware of his own disarranged appearance that involves his jacket splotched with red and teared into shambles. Namjoon is within a similar state, and although Jimin is previously accustomed to the sight, his eyes can’t help but linger at how utterly exhausted and battered the two individuals before him look.

Namjoon’s orbs hold a glint with them, eyes eagerly darting around to catch a glimpse of the bed you were situated on. A grimace runs through Jimin, and he shifts, revealing the view of your deteriorating state behind him.

Your skin appears as if someone drained all the life out of you. Instead of the parched appearance you had before, this time sweat has collected against your forehead and lashes, the sight of twisted veins beginning to steadily form against your neck and forearms.

Namjoon harshly inhales, pupils frantically darting all over you. Jimin is rendered silent, unsure if there’s anything he can say that would aid the former.

Seokjin beats him to it, showcasing the bottle in hands that has Jimin’s brows perking up. He immediately snatches it, exiting the room within seconds.

Namjoon collapses onto a chair near your beside, shoulders deflating with defeat. Seokjin walks over and stands by him, gaze raking over the way you continue to let out shallow breaths, colour rapidly depleting from your skin.

A moment of silence passes by in wait of Jimin’s return, but every minute feels too drawn out, as if time was growing stall and running out of patience.

You let out a small cough and Namjoon’s head snaps up, rising from the chair.

Seeming harmless at first, it morphs into a wheeze, as if you were struggling to breath. Namjoon is deduced to simply watching as your chest heaves, unable to do anything.

Seokjin disappears from the room in search of Jimin, but as he returns, he’s astounded to see his friend’s eyes glossed over right before he turns away.

The two of them exchange a look before Jimin hastily advances forward, crouching by your bedside and administering whatever he could conjure within the short time person via a syringe. Seokjin aids him by constricting your movements so as to not make the process difficult, but the effects on your body don’t seem to fade even as the antidote makes its way through your system.

Seokjin turns around with a sigh, placing a comforting hand on Namjoon’s downturned posture. His back is still facing you, his forehead scrunched in his hands as his shoulders shake the slightest.

As the three of them helplessly stand and pace around the room, a large inhale suddenly slips from your lips and captures everyone’s attention, the slightest tinge of pink beginning to gradually spread over your skin.

You gaze into the mirror, one hand raising up to gather your dangling locks while the other searches around for a pin. The small token of metal falls within your gasps and you carefully fasten it in, tucking them behind.

It compliments the ruby red gown you're wearing, the material silky to touch and dropping down to cascade into a long train that spreads onto the ground. It’s paired with your hair briefly tossed into a part, a faint glow of purple sitting at the base of your throat.

Your hands come to rest by your side, stare roaming around the image that is reflected back at you until you catch sight of the corner, noticing a pair of eyes with crossed arms and furrowed brows watching your every single gesture.

A small smile cracks on your lips, and you’re already aware of the words he’s aching to spew.

“You should really be resting.”

You resume fiddling around with your dress, ensuring it was secure enough. “You already know my answer to that.”

Namjoon deeply sighs, pushing himself off the wall and striding over to you. You can tell he’s tired of simply observing you, watching for the hints of your skin paling or for a cough to suddenly break out of you in between your reassuring and coaxing words.

Although you can understand his genuine concern, news of coming across the person that wanted Namjoon dead at a mass banquet reigned heavier on you. You hadn’t hesitated to prepare yourself for the occasion, knowing that it would be a difficult task to have something escape by your perceptive eyes.

But Namjoon can’t admit defeat, frantically circling around you near the mirror on the table. You immediately swivel around, eyes coming into contact with his right away.

His hands rest against the edge on either side of you, leaning against your form.

“What if you feel unwell?”

You can’t stop the earnest smile that tugs at the corner of your lips, hand reaching out to softly rest against his cheek.

“We need to figure out what’s going on and I’m not going to let you do that alone.”

Namjoon’s shoulders slump down and even though you understand to a certain degree, just solely based on how you can still feel fatigue beneath your lids and your limbs aching despite being able to walk, the thought of encountering the person that nearly tried to kill your husband alongside you is frightening enough on it’s own.

He shakes his head, an exhale leaving him in defeat. As you laugh at the gesture, his amused eyes snap up to meet yours.

The laughter suddenly diminishes, hand slowly dropping down the longer your eyes stay connected. There’s a weight in his gaze you recall seeing before, the memory of having him close abruptly arising in your mind and spreading a sweltering tinge of heat to your skin.

You can tell that his mind is swimming with the same thought, irises darting down to your lips for the briefest of moments. Your body moves on it’s own, his lips hovering so closely that you can feel his warmth breath against your skin.

Your eyes flutter shut.

“We know who’s running the gathering! I couldn’t believe tha‒”

Jimin’s voice dies out as you and Namjoon break apart in an instant. There’s still a rapid hue of red radiating from your skin and Namjoon sheepishly stares at the ground, seemingly pretending that he's just simply standing next to you prior to the intrusion.

Jimin glances back and forth perplexed between the two of you as Seokjin shows up from behind him.

“Did I interrupt something…?”

“N-No!” You clear your throat immediately, waving your hands, “Y-You were saying…?

He stares back at you almost as if not fully convinced and Seokjin quirks up an amused brow at Namjoon, who has decided that staring at the ground while cursing underneath his breath is the right mode of action.

“Uh, well, as I was saying…” Jimin carefully says, noticing both Namjoon’s and your own attentive eyes shifting back to him, “We managed to figure out the identity of the person leading this gathering, and it’s someone you know very well.”

Namjoon tilts his head to the side and Seokjin slips him a photograph, his eyes widening.

“Hoseok?”

Jimin hums, “Apparently, he’s been keeping a low profile after Taehyung’s demise and associating with lesser known parties from your company, including the man that was after you.”

Seokjin hands him a picture of the man’s corpse, the very person you had shot, being seen conversing with Hoseok prior to the incident.

Namjoon peers around at the information with a scoff, glancing up at Jimin, “So you’re thinking that if we can find him, he’ll be able to provide us some answers.”

“More or less, but perhaps in a nicer way.” Jimin innocently grins, assuming that the shareholder will be kind enough to talk without any added persuasion.

Namjoon nods as Seokjin collects the evidence, carefully storing it away. Taking your hand, the four of you prepare to infiltrate the banquet.

***

It’s surprising grandiose for what was proposed as a quick get together.

A chandelier hangs low from the ceiling, illuminating conversing faces and greeting guests with the faintest of glows. There’s faces among the small groups that you don’t recognize right away, understanding the assumption Jimin gave that many of the individuals present are ones part of the business, but never indulged with outside of the company. It makes all of you on alert, patiently waiting for the man of the hour that has seemed to create an audience without their knowledge.

As your eyes roam around the crowd with intrigue, you’re taken aback for a moment. There is indeed unfamiliarity with the presence of those around you, but somehow the situation reminds you of the time you were first wedded to Namjoon, innocently presented as his wife to gawking eyes despite the fact that your own were scrutinizing their every trait.

Your eyes do continue to wander about in search of a person by your husband’s side, but at the same time, it’s different.

Your eyes glance over at Namjoon, who stands beside you as your hand is looped around his arm, not a single drop of naivety in his expression.

Eyes firmly set in stone, his jaw is tightened as his sharp gaze is on the brink of memorizing every single individual’s face.

A smile unknowingly rises on your lips, and when your hold on him tightens, Namjoon jostles and diverts his attention to you.

In an instant, his features soften, eyes gazing at you curiously. “Is something wrong?”

You hastily shake your head, “I was just remembering the gathering we attended after our marriage.”

A line draws in between his brows until a glimmer of light flickers, a breathtaking smile rising on his lips.

“When I introduced you to members in my company.” You nod as his eyes scan his surroundings, slowly comprehending the connection you’ve made.

He diverts his attention to you again, “Were you...nervous? From meeting all those people?”

“A little.” You admit, “I already knew who they all were and the stories behind their backgrounds.”

Namjoon hums, “I was mainly occupied with digging up information in those moments...”

“Did you feel nervous around me?”

“Um, not quite.” A chuckle leaves your lips and Namjoon’s eyes light up at the sound, curiously gazing at you, “I think to say, I was very taken aback when the heir to the Kim empire had a set of indoor plants he was tending to…”

A flush creeps onto Namjoon and the laughter slips out of you, raising your hand to cover your mouth. He eventually laughs with you, sheepishly shaking his head in embarrassment.

“It seems like I left quite the impression on you.”

He eyes you with a smile and you return it, sight landing back on the crowds of people immersed in conversation. There still isn’t any visibility of the Hoseok and with that, you slump down with a wistful sigh.

“You know,” Namjoon’s deep voice beckons you, “You look very beautiful tonight.”

Your eyes widen and you realize his stare is fixated on the jewel that sits on your neck before his eyes flicker up, meeting yours with a tender smile on his lips.

Despite knowing that Namjoon doesn’t shy away from giving compliments, there’s a heat that spreads over your skin as you abruptly grow bashful. However the moment you connect your gaze with his once again, your breath hitches in your throat.

There’s something brewing beneath his lids, his gaze feeling heavier than before. You can’t seem to look away, left wondering if he can see it reflected in your eyes.

You bite down on your bottom lip, a gesture his eyes are quick to follow with. His breathing becomes laboured and you can’t seem to recall if you were the one that shifted closer, but the moment Namjoon flutters his eyes shut and presses forward, there’s no hesitation on your part.

His lips collide with your own and you have to stifle back the moan that threatens to escape from you. In an instant, his hands are circling around your waist, one of them lifting up to firmly hold the nape of your neck in place. His kisses are a mixture of desperate yet passionate, clouding your mind into a complete daze.

You’re no longer able to contain the carnal urge that bubbles up, a soft sigh managing to leave your lips. Namjoon abruptly breaks apart from you, his chest heaving.

Your hand is suddenly grasped as you’re being roughly tugged away, head still swirling with heat. You’re only given the opportunity to register the sound of a door opening before being promptly slammed shut, your back falling right against the cold wood.

Within seconds, Namjoon’s lips are crashing against yours and this time you have no courtesy holding back the wanton moans that tumble from your mouth. Namjoon hungrily presses against you as your hands loop against his neck, kissing him back with just as much desperation.

His insatiable hands are roaming down your waist, the heat of his palms ghosting over your thighs. A gasp leaves your lips when he suddenly grunts and lifts you up, your fingers attempting to find secure purchase around his neck before you can topple over.

His lips are molding against yours in no time, his tongue slipping in with no reservations. You welcome the muscle into the heat of your caverns, mouths nearly battling against each other as if engaged within a ruthless warfare.

His mouth abruptly breaks apart from you, and before you have the chance to complain from the loss of contact, the scorching heat of his breath is washing over the skin of your neck. Your eyes lull back, your bottom lip becoming battered from your merciless biting. He unexpectedly suckles the juncture behind your ear, drawing out a breathy whine out from you.

A loud blare bursts through the room, and on the third ring, you tumble into Namjoon’s arms as he reluctantly places you down.

Namjoon yanks his phone out, his chest rising and falling as if he has been running through a marathon.

“What?”

The sharpness in his voice has your eyes peering upwards, attempting to catch your breath.

“What?” Namjoon suddenly says again, “He’s here?”

It’s transparent to you ‒ the way Namjoon is failing at steading his breath, eyes having taken upon a carnal appearance, but how he’s trying to think straight, desire-stricken eyes frantically darting around.

For some reason, it stirs up a painful ache in the pit of your stomach.

“Okay.” His voice sounds clearer now, accompanied with a hum, “Keep an eye on him, we’re coming.”

The line is cut off and Namjoon reaches his hand out for you, but it’s hard to ignore the way his eyes can’t seem to leave your form.

“Y/N?” He breathes out and your daze snaps, grasping onto him.

The door widens and you hurriedly rush out together.

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wonderland-in-bloom · 4 years

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the battle for a princess pt.2

[dorm leaders x reader]

@selfinsertheaven asked: Yaaaaaaay I've been waiting for this!!!! If it's not too much to ask, could I get a oneshot of the House Leaders falling for female reader who's basically a Disney princess (kind, gentle, can sing really nice, the works) and them trying to make her fall for them/compete for her heart. Thank you so much I absolutely adore your writing!!

part two!! lezgooo!!

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“shh, shhh. it’s okay little one.” he cooed. “want to help me take care of him, (y/n)?” what you and riddle both failed to realize, was that the three remaining dorm leaders had a plan up their sleeves. you and riddle managed to treat the little hedgehog. it had a little injury on it’s left leg and you managed to wrap it up pretty nicely. “you’d make a good nurse, (y/n).” riddle complimented you as you rubbed the bridge of the hedgehog’s nose, hoping it’ll fall asleep. “you think so? maybe animals yeah...but people?” riddle smiled a gentle smile, something the heartslabyul students rarely see. “of course. you did cure my broken heart after all.” you giggled. “ah riddle, the overblot situation? it was nothing...”

it didn’t cross your mind that riddle was flirting with you. you just assumed he was being friendly. this didn’t matter to riddle however, he got to spend time with you and had all the time in the world to win you over. “(y/n)...i-” riddle’s sentence was cut off with cater and trey running towards his direction. “RIDDLE! SOMETHING! BAD! HAPPENED-” you two followed cater and trey to go to the area of the gardens with the rose bushes. riddle’s jaw dropped when he saw the roses painted in blue and green paint. his face began to get redder by the second, and you tried your best to calm him down and didn’t make him explode. you felt a tap on your shoulder and you saw jade and floyd from a shrub. “you wouldn’t wanna see this, come with us.” you hesitantly left riddle to let cater and trey take care of him while you muttered a small ‘sorry’. you followed jade and floyd who was presumably heading to the mostro lounge. “i assumed you two did that?” jade only let out a small chuckle but covered it with a cough and floyd just smirked. “the roses were waaaaay too boring. they’re just red or white. can’t the choose another color?” you shook your head. the truth was, azul told the two of them to distract riddle somehow so the both of them could lure you away all the way to the lounge.

when the two double doors opened, you stepped into an empty lounge. the purple lighting only illuminated one table, with an all too familiar figure sitting there. “my sweet, precious (y/n). have a seat.” you shuddered at this eerie atmosphere. but you hesitantly took a seat across azul. once you sat down, the lights all bursted alive and the room was illuminated in different shades of color. you were shocked to see new decorations such as corals and chandeliers. “azul! look at what you’ve done with the place...” he chuckled. “of course i got the finest quality of decor. the finest, just like you...” you giggled. “you’re too sweet azul!” he smirked to himself. with a click of his fingers, a rainbow of food appeared in front of the both of you. “i’m planning to have new menus. please, be my taste tester.” you spent the whole afternoon with a happy heart and happy stomach. besides, you also got a chance to talk a lot with azul. this made him extremely happy, and he was actually shocked that there were no distractions from the other dorms at all. when the clock struck at around 8 pm you thanked azul for your little time together and left. on the way back to your dorm, you chuckled to see a figure leaning against the old dead tree of the ramshackle dorm.

“isn’t it too late for a lady to be roaming around at this time of night?” you shrugged as you entered into the property of the dorm. closing the gate, you turned your head and gave malleus a small smile. “ehhh, i think it’s fine like this.” you approached malleus and that’s when he fixed his posture. “the night we met, i thought you said you would find other abandoned places to relax in.” he sighed. “it’s different now. would you believe me if i said i wanted to see you.” malleus was not the type to joke, you thought to yourself. you just shook off the thought however. “hmm. probably.” was it really though? or was he planning something? well that didn’t matter. “you must’ve been tired from today. you should get some rest.” malleus gently took a lock of your hair and gently kissed it. “goodnight, princess.” all you could do was giggle. you really didn’t know how to react. “goodnight, malleus.” as he exited through the front gate, you couldn’t refrain yourself from smiling. today has been such a weird day with different events involving all the dorm leaders. weird, you thought.

after cleaning yourself and already tucked in bed with a loud grim snoring beside you, you received a video call from idia on your phone. you picked it up and saw him laying down on his bed. “hey (y/n)...i know it’s late. are you going to sleep yet?” you waved at him. “nope, it’s fine.” he sighed in relief. he promised you that the call would be short but it actually ended two hours later when the two of you were drowsy and really sleepy. “i think you should sleep now, (y/n).” you yawned and nodded. “i’m sorry for being weak at staying up late.” you chuckled. idia brushed it off. “it’s alright! really. after all, i’m the one who keeps talking to you.” idia hesitantly raised his left pointer finger and thumb to form a small little heart symbol while his left hand held his phone showing you his face and hand. “sweet dreams, (y/n). i hope you dream about me.” how adorable. “i really hope we can call each other again tomorrow. it’s been fun talking to you.” and with that the call ended.

that night, you had a little trouble sleeping. you never realized how different and how caring all of the dorm leaders were towards you. were they in love with you? noooo of course not. well. at least you thought that was the case.

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hey guys! i’m sorry if i write less nowadays (however i’ll try my best to upload one or two things each day) because i had a bandaid around my pointer finger and it’s actually really annoying to type with, and also cause the spark of inspiration for drawing came back lololol. i’ll promise to update everyday though :)) stay safe, stay healthy, stay happy guys!

love, a♕

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dontcare77ghj · 4 years

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Secret

Natasha x reader x Bucky

Y/N had one job her entire life, keep her secret a secret. A secret that could be the end of her if anyone ever found out. A secret that had ended her own mother's life.

Y/N was a mermaid.

From what she knew, Y/N and her mother had been some of the last of their kind. When Y/N was twelve her mother had taken her to the cove for the full moon.

Their little tradition that Y/N looked forward to after a month of legs. That night, the waters felt different. It was a warning they should have listened to. Men who Y/N would later come to understand as HYDRA, stormed the area and snatched her mother out of the water.

Urged by her mother's command, Y/N had swum as fast as her young body allowed her to. She had gotten away but had lost the only other of her kind she had ever known.

She had lost her mother.

After that night, Y/N had rarely used the abilities she was born with. Her tail was coveted by those who knew about it, her magic was wanted by terrible, evil, men.

So Y/N ran. Ran from the coastal home she shared with her mother and ran from her past.

Years later, Y/N had moved on as much as she could from that night. She had found a new life for herself in New York. It was here she met Wanda, at a yoga class of all places. Wanda quickly became almost a sister to Y/N.

Wanda found out. Wanda was the only person to ever find out but that was merely because of her abilities.

Not long after meeting Wanda invited Y/N to one of Tony Stark's famous parties. It was here, Y/N met Natasha and Bucky.

It was easy to fall in love with the two. Harder to get them off her mind. Y/N was sure these feelings were merely wishful thinking on her part.

Bucky and Natasha were in love, and Y/N not be the one to ruin that for them. They were her friends before she gained these romantic feelings and she wished to remain friends.

Fortunately, Bucky and Natasha did want to simply be friends. It had been two years since Y/N met Bucky and Natasha and a year since the three became a couple.

And yet Y/N had still not spoken of her secret.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to come over?” Wanda asked through the phone. “You sound like you need someone there.”

“I’m fine, Wand. I’m going to take some medication, take a bath, and pout that Tash and Buck are away.” You answered before letting out several harsh coughs.

"If pouting causes you to make noises like that, don't please." Wanda giggled.

"You're so funny, I forgot to laugh." You deadpanned.

"I'm sorry but you need to stop pouting, they'll be back soon. Another week at the latest." She assured you.

"A week and I'm still not allowed to ask where they went?" You complained, rifling through your medicine cabinet.

"Oh please as if they don't tell you everything," Wanda said, causing you to freeze. "Sorry should have thought that sentence through."

"It's not your fault." You sighed. "You didn't mean to make me feel like a terrible girlfriend."

"You are not a terrible girlfriend, Y/N." Wanda chided you. "You are guarding yourself. I know you're scared and when you finally tell them, you are going to feel much better. But until then, this is your secret. When you do tell them, they're going to understand." She told you.

"God why are you so sweet?" You teased her. "You're like sugar." You smirked and before coughing harshly.

"Don't you have any magic spells to help you feel better?" Wanda asked as you grabbed a box of medication.

"Not unless you have green coral on hand." You told her, downing the pills dry. "I already checked my mother's book, any type of cure needs about four things from the deep blue."

"Go to bed. Take your medication and go to bed. I'll come over later with some ciobra de perisoare. A Sokovian remedy." She said.

"Yes mom." You teased your friend. You and Wanda said your goodbyes and you made your way into your bathroom.

Your apartment itself was in a shitty neighborhood but you did not mind the area because the apartment had all you needed. And your favorite part, by far, was the extra-large tub that was apart of your bathroom.

It was deep and large enough you could change without worry of overflow. It almost felt like residing in a small lake.

Stripping off, you sunk low into the deep tub. The water warmed your chilled bones and caused you to let out a loud moan.

A smile crossed your face as you allowed your legs to change. The vibrant shine of your tails scales glittered under the bathrooms lights. It had been so long since you felt the want to change, but you would never forget the luminous scales you inherited from your mother.

You weren’t sure how long you laid in warm water. Your head felt fuzzy from the medication and you might have fallen asleep in the luke-warm water if you didn’t hear your door open.

Your head snapped up when you heard multiple sets of footsteps walking towards you. Quickly you changed your tail back into legs and sat upright in the bath.

Your eyes remained on the door as you reached for the gun Natasha had stored under the tub.

“Y/N, doll? Are you here?” Bucky called, causing you to exhale sharply.

“In here.” You called back, putting the gun down and sinking back into the bubbles.

“What a welcome back," Natasha smirked, leaning against the doorframe. Bucky came up behind her and smiled at you. Both were still wearing their mission gear and though they smiled at you, they were both clearly tense under their heavy uniforms.

"There's room for three." You offered, crooking a finger at them. The two didn't need any more encouragement before they were stripping off and climbing into the tub with you.

"How's our favorite girl?" Natasha asked, pulling your back into her front. "Anything interesting happen while we were away?"

"No, nothing interesting ever happens without you two around." You smiled sweetly at the two. “How was your week in Siberia?”

The three of you lounged in the tub until the water had long since turned cold, talking about your week apart. And never once did you mention the sight they could have walked in on.

Soon. You would tell them soon.

Soon was a four-lettered lie that you told yourself too often. It had been six months since you were almost caught with your tail out. The three of you had been together for two years now and you still had not told them.

This week would be the week. It had to be. The three of you had been together for two years. For your anniversary Tony had gifted the three of you the use of his beach house in Australia.

This was your opportunity. If you couldn’t tell them now, you would never be able to and you didn’t know how much longer you could keep this a secret.

“I wish we didn’t have to go back.” Bucky sighed, pressing his face into your neck. The three of you had been away for four days and it had been four days of absolute bliss.

“I think Tony would have something to say about that.” You smiled, tracing shapes on his chest.

“Not if he wants his precious liquor collection to survive,” Natasha smirked, running her fingers down your side.

“This place is amazing.” You said, intertwining your fingers with Natasha's. "I'm so happy to be here, I'm happy to be here with you."

"You get really sappy after sex, you know that right?" Bucky commented, causing Natasha to laugh and you to smile widely.

“How about I make dinner tonight? A nice lasagna and some homemade garlic bread.” You suggested.

“Doll, that sounds fantastic but we have a meeting tonight,” Bucky told you regretfully.

“I thought we agreed no work.” You said, sitting up in the bed. “We agreed, we’d come out here and we said no work.”

“We know and we’re sorry,” Natasha said as she and Bucky sat up too. “Steve called last night and they wanted us to come back but after a bit of negotiation we got them to agree to let us conference over call."

"We'll be in the study for most of the night," Bucky added with a frown. "We’re sorry doll, we didn’t have much of a choice.”

“It’s fine.” You sighed. “I can’t be too mad, it’s your job.” You said, giving them a weak smile.

“God, you’re so sweet. What did we do to deserve you?” Natasha questioned, taking your hand in hers and pressing her lips to it gently.

“Do you want me to get the list?” You teased her. In a series of rapid movements you soon found yourself on your back and looking up at Bucky with Natasha peeking her head out next to his.

“We have about five hours before we need to call the team,” Bucky started, staring down at you with a smile. “I think we should thank our doll for being so sweet. What do you say, Nat?”

“You can have some really good ideas when you want to, James,” Natasha told him.

Needless to say, the three of you really used the next five hours.

Natasha and Bucky had locked themselves away in the study hours ago. You’d managed to keep yourself busy for the most part but you couldn’t quiet the restless part of your mind.

It was a full moon. It was a full moon and you were on a private beach.

There was no-one around for miles and it had been so long since you’d swam in the ocean. After a lot of deliberation you’d finally made your choice. Leaving a note on the counter, you made your way out of the house and down to the ocean.

The smell of salt and the sound of the crashing waves were a comfort that you held close to your heart. You had almost forgotten how much you happiness the glowing moon over the dark waves brought to you.

In an almost dazed state, you shed yourself of your clothing and walked into the water.

The change ended as swiftly as it began. The pain it once caused you as a child had faded many years ago. All your senses became heightened as your body adjusted to the change. You dove deep down into the waters and just let the above world slip from your mind.

After swimming for what felt like years, you sank down onto the ocean floor. The full moon above looked twisted and morphed as the waves moved and it had never looked more beautiful.

You were laying on the ocean floor when you sensed a change. It seemed almost as if the waters went quiet and the ocean life stilled.

Moving quickly through the water, you ended up in a small cave that was close to the house. Your intent was to change back and find the threat but you stilled at the two figures before you.

“Bucky, Natasha.” You breathed. You were sitting on a large rock, tail still flicking in the water below.

“Lovely night for a swim.” Natasha smiled gently. “Does your eyesight get better when you change?”

“I was going to tell you, I swear. It was going to be tonight but you had a meeting and my plans got kind of ruined. And since that didn’t work I was going to tell you in the morning I swear-” You began to ramble as your heart quickened in fear.

“Hey, hey, hey. You’re okay, doll. We’re not mad.” Bucky cooed, moving forward and grabbing your flailing hands in his. “Doll, you’re shaking, you need to take a deep breath.”

“What do you mean you’re not mad? I’ve been lying to you both for three years.” You cried, going limp in Bucky’s hold.

“We haven’t exactly been 100% honest either,” Natasha admitted, sitting next to Bucky and taking your hand.

After you calmed yourself and changed back the three of you headed back into the house.

For Australia, it was a cold night. Neither appeared angry as Natasha set a blanket around your shoulders and Bucky lit a fire. The three of you almost seemed to collapse into seated positions in front of the warmth of the fire.

“How do you know?” You croaked after several silent seconds.

“Well first you should know two things about us,” Natasha began. “We’re about as human as you are.”

“Continue.” You whispered when she went quiet.

“It was a side effect of my serum,” Bucky stated. “It was an unplanned side effect but it made a good weapon.” He explained before his eyes flashed a deep red color and his incisors grew in length.

“You’re a vampire.” You nodded to yourself. Bucky nodded and allowed his teeth to shrink and eyes to fade back to their usual blue. The man smiled as you took his hand and squeezed it.

Turning back to Natasha she took a deep breath as she centered herself.

“I’m a witch.” She said bluntly. “I was born like this, I’m not sure which parent gave it to me but I’ve had to keep it a secret for whole life. I never told the red room and before today only Wanda and Bucky knew.” She explained.

Natasha’s hands were shaking, clearly she was worried and you didn’t like the sight. Opening your arms and the blanket towards the woman, Natasha gratefully sat with you.

“How did you know about me? I was so careful.” You questioned her.

“You really were. If I didn’t know who Natasha was or what she was capable of, I would have thought she was crazy.” Bucky chuckled.

“I knew from the moment we met.” Natasha admitted. “Every person I’ve ever touched, I’ve seen images, memories of their lives.”

“So when I shook your hand at that party...”

“I saw your mother, I saw the two of you on full moons, and I saw what happened to her.” Natasha nodded.

“I should have told you myself when we got serious.” You said, eyes plastered to the fire in front of you.

“We understand why you didn’t.” Natasha said, squeezing your hand.

“And it’s not as if we were honest ourselves,” Bucky commented, throwing his arm around both your shoulders. “Doll, we’re not mad. We still love you, Y/N.” He added, lifting your chin with his other hand.

“With all we have.” Natasha agreed, capturing your lips with hers.

“You’re not angry with us either, are you?” Bucky asked as you and Natasha pulled apart.

“Of course not. I can’t ever be angry with either of you.” You said, pressing your mouth to Bucky’s.

That night, the three of you fell asleep bare in front of the fireplace. Wrapped around each others limbs, there was nothing between the three of you anymore.

There were no more secrets to weigh on minds or on shoulders.

There was no more secrets to be found in your relationship

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ikaris-whore · 5 years

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The Sea Cures All

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Reader

Prompt: Post-endgame, civilian!Bucky accidentally gets dragged into a dangerous situation and does his best to remain anonymous, leaving Reader to take the lead.

This is for my HBC Summer Meet Cute Partner @beckzorz! I hope you like it. 😬 Surfing Bucky has been something I have wanted to see for a while, so here we goooo.

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Bucky slipped his rash guard over his head and his gloves on his hands before walking out the back of the house he was staying at along the beach of the North Shore. The sun was just rising as he padded across the back deck, and down the stairs while eating a particularly fresh pineapple. His toes hit the cool soft grains of sand, he looked out at the mighty blue sea as he heard the waves lapping up against the shore. Taking a deep breath, he could smell the salt in the air. He had learned in his days since he landed on the island that what everyone told him about the sea was true; it not only healed cuts with salt (not that he needed help with that) but triggered a state of calm and contentment in him. It made him focus only on the present, like his past was washed away as he stood there immersed in the moment. He really needed this after fighting Thanos twice and being snapped for what was apparently five years.

After finishing his morning snack he gathered his hair into a bun as to not get in his way, took his longboard from its place on the side of the deck and started to prep it. Laying it in the sand, digging a hole for his fin to rest safely in, he pulled his pink surf wax out of its container and was assaulted with the sweet tropical smell. He started to work the wax lengthwise, then crosswise creating a crosshatch pattern of wax forming the small bumps he needed in order to keep his traction on the board.

He was doing a once over of his work when the adorable lifeguard showed up for her shift giving him a wave and a smile as she walked past. She had caught his eye the other day, he thought it was endearing the way she distracted the kid, stung by a jelly fish, with her own story about a sea turtle coming up on shore. She called him Crush and they did a handshake when she was all done taking care of him “Fin. Noggin. Duuuude.”

Pleased with his work, he placed his wax back in its container, brushed off his hands, made sure his metal arm was still hidden from view and picked up his board under his arm and walked in to the ocean, hopped on board and paddled out as the smaller waves came at him pushing up on the board to allow the white foam of water to pass between him and his board. He finally reached where he wanted to and assessed the waves as they came in sets and lulls, a steady rhythm as he rocked up and down sitting on his board.

He finally spotted a good wave coming his way, he leaned back on his board and used his legs to turn himself to face the shore. He swiftly laid himself even with the board and used his arms to propel himself forward. Feeling the board being pushed up from behind him by the wave he paddled a few more times a popped himself up into position. He caught the wave no problem and rode it straight into shore. He repeated this process for several hours. As the day went on the waves got bigger and Bucky got braver. He was overly confident, which caused him to miscalculate and he was thrown off his board as the wave he was riding closed in on him.

He was at the mercy of the ocean. He could feel himself being tossed around as the wave curled in on him. He felt a sting on his head as the mighty ocean continued to thrust him into something hard and sharp. Was it coral? A rock? His board? No. not his board, he thought he could still feel the slight tug of it on the leash attached to his ankle. He didn’t have time to think, he just needed to get to the surface. He started reaching around for air, anywhere, he just needed to find daylight and bring himself to the top.

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You were admiring the new surfer from a far as he continued his runs. But then he went under and was taking a while to come up, you could see his board bobbing up and down in the water but he was nowhere in sight.

You jumped up from your stand and grabbed your orange rescue can, blowing your whistle in three short blasts over and over to warn the other lifeguards as you ran towards the water. You jumped in, never taking your eyes off his position, his board still bobbing with the waves. You made it to his board, grabbed the leash and tugged on it. He was still attached, that’s good. You used the leash as a guide to find him, his head popped up, gasping for air just as you were about to dive down to grab him. Following your training you identified yourself “Hello sir, my name is (y/n) I am here to assist you. Do you need help?”

His head whipped around at the sound of your voice, you saw him wince and could see the red liquid making its way between his furrowed brows from his scalp. “Ummm. Uhh.” he stammered. “Do you need my help?” you repeated. Bucky knew he would heal fast, but a civilian would need assistance, he was still trying to blend in, stay anonymous. You stayed close to him as he grabbed a hold of his surfboard to catch his breath. Still no answer.

“I would really like to check you out at the stand if you would let me. Looks like you got quite a cut there on your head, and who knows where else.” You stated as your cheeks turned slightly pink at the mention of you checking him out. Who are you? Pull it together.

His demeanor seemed to change at that, “Uh… sure.” was that a smirk trying to crawl across his face? “I suppose it won’t hurt to get the ole wounds checked.”

“Think you can make it to shore? Hop on your board and I’ll pull you in.”

He did as you said, even though he felt perfectly fine, and helped you by paddling as you pulled him behind you. You both walked up the beach and you invited him to sit at the stand so you could give his injuries a look. First you started on his head after asking him to take his hair down. Your suspicion was right, he hit some coral in his tumble and from the looks of it he shouldn’t have been conscious. It was in there good. You started to remove the pieces of coral you could find and distracted him with questions while you did.

“Sooo what’s your name?” he replied curtly “James.” Okay, he is going to be a tough cookie to crack.

“You’re not from around here?” he nodded in answer, “So where are you visiting from?”

“New York.”

“You’re a pretty good surfer aside from your little tumble you had. How long you been doing it?” you washed his head wound out, brushing your fingers through his hair. He had a delightful look on his face as you did.

“About a week. Had a lesson or two with a local surf instructor, I pick things up fast.” You stood there mouth agape, nobody you ever met has been that good that fast. “What? Like its hard?” he snarked obviously in reply to the shock on your face as you knelt next to him to remove the coral you saw in his thigh as you both came out of the water.

“What other skills have you acquired this week?” He winced slightly as you dug a little too hard at his leg. “Sorry, this one is deep in there.”

“It’s okay. Doesn’t hurt too bad. Let’s see here I’ve done some scuba diving, paddle boarding, and lots of hiking.”

“Hiking!” Your ears perked up at that as you washed out his wound on his leg. “Where have you gone? Stairway to Heaven yet?” It was a favorite of yours, although illegal.

“It’s on my list. I was actually thinking of going tomorrow.”

“Make sure you go up the legal way and walk down the stairs, less likely to get in trouble that way.”

“I’m not too worried about that.” He said with confidence, a fine would be worth it to see that view. “But I would love a guide.” His voice cracked nervously on the last words.

Was this his way of asking you out? “Just so happens I am off tomorrow; I can show you the way myself.” You applied some ointment to his wounds and gave him a once over, gave him a curt nod and a pat on the shoulder. “All done, soldier”

“Meet me at my house tomorrow morning? You can lead the way.” He pointed to where he was applying his wax earlier.

“Sounds like a plan, Bucky.” You winked. You had seen the glimmer of his arm when his sleeve crept up his arm as you were rescuing him but finally put it together.

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afewmarvelousthoughts · 5 years

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Only For A Moment Ch. 33

Master List: @afewmarvelousthoughtsadmin

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Summary: For most of your life you’d been able to keep your abilities a secret, that is until Hydra got wind of you. After years of being in their clutches, you break out when The Avengers expose SHIELD/Hydra. Since then, you’ve been on the run. Things are going as well as you could hope when you see a familiar face… Could the Winter Soldier really be in Bucharest too?

Warnings: Feels, angst.

A/N: Well... look... all I’m going to say is don’t @ me. I know. Trust me I KNOW but also... Just... I’m sorry.

And seriously, from the bottom of my cold heart, THANK YOU ALL FOR GOING ON THIS JOURNEY SO FAR WITH ME! OFAM is my first baby and I have learned a lot working through this story and I’m sure I’ll learn more as this winding road continues (I know where it’s ending but we aren’t there yet). I can’t say enough about all the amazing people who read this and tell me what they like and reblog, and just love on me in general. Y’ALL ARE THE BEST!

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Bucky’s mind has been in overload since the flashback so it’s nice to be on the bike, to lose himself in the feeling of the wind on his face and the sound of it. One thing keeps slipping into his thoughts though. Louder than the bike, sweeter than the wind sliding over his skin. The look on your face this morning.

He’d been terrified to give that key to you. Unsure what you may think of it or if you’d even want to share a space with him after… But the way your eyes filled, the way you smiled, how you cuddled into his chest like it was the only place you wanted to be. It was better than any reaction he imagined.

About an hour outside of the city he begins to feel a bit guilty. Lying to you wasn’t something he was fond of but he knew if he had explained what he was really doing you’d protest. Plus, it wasn’t entirely a lie. He did do day labor here and there and he intended to do some labor today.

He pulls off the main road onto a dirt track. The open fields to either side were both peaceful and unnerving. No cover here. If someone were to- No, he wasn’t going to go down that dark train of thought. He has a plan, he’s going to see it through.

A small outcrop of trees rise to the right and he veers down the barely visible driveway.

This was where he first hid out when he made it to Romania. Finding it felt a little like luck. No one had lived here for years but the old house was still sound. There wasn’t electricity or running water but he had done without those things in the past. Trees grew around most of the property providing plenty of cover. The best part was the solitude; there weren’t people around for miles. He needed that for the first couple of months, and would still retreat here when things in the city or in his head overwhelmed him.

Pulling the bike up to the side of the house he hops off, shifting the rucksack to his left shoulder. He avoids the trip wires and various traps as he makes his way to the back door. Setting the overstuffed bag down he unlocks the door and disables the trip wire it automatically set off, more than a little pleased he doesn’t have to replace the battery just yet.

In the old kitchen, he sets the bag on the table with a thud and begins unloading it. He pulls out some cured meats, crackers, protein bars, canned vegetables, dry pasta, and an unholy amount of coffee.

Nervously, he runs his hands through his hair. Maybe he should have brought some nicer things. Wine? Did you even like wine?

He laughs a little at himself, the sound somewhat startling in the quiet place. This wasn’t some romantic getaway. Romance… wasn’t even on the table. This was about sustenance and there was enough to keep you both comfortable for a couple of days, plus he’d bring more tomorrow.

There’s still some wood by the stove, and likely plenty in the barn out back. Bucky walks through the small one bedroom house pulling sheets off the ramshackle furniture, making sure no water got in anywhere, disarming the window trip wires to slide them open and let fresh air into the stuffy space. With the house sorted he heads out back for the real work.

The corral is a good size for what he needs and the bushes surrounding it are almost his height providing a bit of extra coverage. It is, however, sporting a miniature forest. He heads to the barn and gears up with some of the old tools and gloves.

Hours later he’s got the coral cleared of any overgrowth and debris. The area is tilled leaving the ground soft. Perfect for a sparring area. On one side he’s set up some makeshift targets with slats from the partially destroyed fence. He’d need to bring something to mark them with tomorrow.

Back in the barn, he heads into one of the two stalls slipping his finger into a knot in one of the floorboards. Half the floor lifts to reveal a large metal locker. He opens it just a crack to disarm the trip wires that would set off the bombs inside the box before opening it.

After finding this safe house getting armed was all he focused on. The small arsenal had been easy enough to come by, well, easy for someone like him. He triple checks the ammo and knives. Plenty of different kinds for you to practice with. Sighing he grabs a knife and sits back leaning against the wall of the stall. Absentmindedly he flips the blade in his right hand, skillfully spinning it and twirling it.

You were going to fight him every step of the way on this. If he was being honest with himself he’s not too thrilled about it either, the risk of hurting you is high. But he’d trained others in the past, as the soldier, and not injured them too badly. That he remembered… he remembered almost everything about being the soldier. It was almost the ultimate cruelty he thought. Leaving him with the monster, making him fight to find the man.

With a swoosh and a thud, the six-inch blade buries itself into the opposite wall. He stares at the quivering handle for a second.

“What the hell are you doing, Barnes?” He asks aloud. His left-hand drags across his face, smooth metal fingers scratching at the scruff of his beard.

Some other part of him, the part that isn’t quite Bucky but isn’t exactly the monster either, once again whispers that he shouldn’t try this, should let you go. He stares down at his metal palm curling it in. Hydra’s fist.

They took everything from you when you’d already suffered and fought enough in your short life. What right did he have to even think of touching you with hands that had shaped the century for them? Hands that helped make their destruction of your life, of your family, possible. None. He had no right.

He promises himself right then, after he knows you can defend yourself against anything, even him, he’ll go. It was the good thing to do. Not like it would even begin to wipe away the bad but… it was better than what he wanted. And what he wanted… he couldn’t have.

His eyes burn. Clearing his throat he pushes the emotion away. He plucks the knife from the wall and replaces it, rearming the locker and putting the floor hatch back. Back in the house he resets all the security trips and locks up.

The sunset is colorless to him on the ride back. His jaw so tense it hurts. The selfish boy in him doesn’t like this choice he’s made. No part of him likes that he won’t tell you this last piece of his plan. That’s ok though. It’s what’s best.

In the elevator, he thinks that maybe you just won’t be there. Just maybe you’d have come to your senses and flew the coop while he was gone. It would hurt worse than that fucking chair he knew but…

As the doors slide open he hears music spilling from the apartment. He tries to tamp down the smile on his face but can’t seem to manage it. Hating himself a little at how happy he is that you’re still here.

For a moment he stands outside the door just listening to you sing along to some song about a killer queen. It sounds ridiculous but he kind of likes it. Or maybe he just likes the joy he can hear in your voice.

He knocks loudly so he doesn’t startle you, “It’s me.” He opens the door and steps in.

Inside he’s hit not only with the level of the music but a smell that slams into his brain like a bullet. Apple pie. It literally knocks him off kilter. He leans against the wall, holding his face in his left hand, wrapping his right arm across his chest.

So many images flood his mind. His hands, but smaller, both flesh and bone, working the pie dough in the kitchen while his Ma sang some old Irish song. She was pregnant with… Mary maybe? He and Steve running to their place after a fight when they were still just kids. Ma cleaning their cuts and giving them each a slice before his Pa got back. His Ma giving him a pie wrapped in one of her good linen towels, tears in her bloodshot blue eyes… his eyes… to give to Steve’s Ma after his Pa passed. On and on and on.

He doesn’t even notice that the music has stopped. Can barely feel your gentle touch on his right forearm, the caress of your delicate fingers on the back of his metal hand. A hand that…Thank god his Ma never… He realizes he’s… crying.

“Bucky?” Your voice makes the images slow.

He swallows a sob as he moves his left hand. You’re hovering just a bit so your face is level with his own. Those gorgeous eyes, big with worry. Your bottom lip caught in your teeth as you try to suss out what may have happened. Tenderly you move some stray strands of hair from his face and wipe at the tears.

He takes both your hands in his own, “I’m ok, doll… sorry.”

You shake your head, “You don’t have to apologize.” Your tone is so sincere so… kind, “And you don’t have to be ok.”

A smile softly curls his lips, “I know. But,” he clears his throat, his emotions settling, “I really am.” His lips graze your palm, a part of him wincing, remembering his promise, his plan. That’s not right now though. Right now you’re here and he’s home.

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baileypie-writes · 2 months

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Ok this one is interesting so any pretty cure girl of your choice with a big sister reader where the reader finds out that her sister is a part of pretty cure and decides to help them because they won't let anyone hurt her little sister at all and the villains are absolutely scared of the reader because the reader just has that scary big sister energy and the reader is not afraid to teach the villains why they shouldn't mess with her

A/N ~ Sure! I decided to go with Cure Coral, because I thought she would go well with Reader’s energy. Hope you enjoy!

~Not on my Watch~

Sango Suzumura/Cure Coral + Big Sister!Reader

Fandom: Tropical Rouge Precure

Fanfic Type: Oneshot

Reader: Female

Relationship: Familial

Genre: Fluff

Rating: PG

Synopsis: You just found out Sango is a Pretty Cure. Despite this, your big sister instincts are still intact.

Warnings: Cringe, Reader threatening a child(Elda), Reader throwing rocks in said child’s direction(not aiming directly at her)

(Reader would never actually hurt a child, she’s just trying to scare her. Though, I still don’t condone her behavior.)

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Sango sat across from you, a look of guilt and embarrassment printed on her face. She fiddled with the hem of her frilly skirt as she avoided to look you in the eye.

You found out. You knew that she was a Pretty Cure. You saw her transform and fight with her friends. After the battle, you dragged her back home, and demanded she tell you everything. So she did. And now, she awaited your response, with her friends standing to the side.

You sat in your chair, arms folded. All that she told you was marinating in your brain, and you almost struggled to believe it. But after seeing the girls summon a giant pink elephant, and having it power kick a monster, you realized it was probably all true.

“So,” You began. Sango and her friends jumped, nervous to hear your response. “you’re super heroes?” Sango nodded, still avoiding eye contact. “And you fight those monsters to save the Mermaid Kingdom?”

“It’s the “Gran Ocean” actually.” Laura cut in, clearly offended by your incorrect naming of her home place.

“Right, right.” You half-apologetically replied. You looked the pink haired girl up and down. “So, you’re a mermaid?”

She chuckled, before magically growing a blue tail. “Yes. And a beautiful one at that!” She held up her tail, waving it at you. “Wanna feel?”

“Uh no thanks. I’m good.” You refused her offer, slightly uncomfortable.

“Humph. Suit yourself.” Laura huffed.

Finally, Sango looked up at you. “Are you mad at me?” She asked, mumbling.

You sighed. “No, I’m not mad. Just disappointed. Why didn’t you tell me? Don’t you trust your big sister?”

“Of course I do! It’s just… Pretty Cure’s supposed to be a secret. I wanted to tell you, but I couldn’t. And I didn’t want to put you in danger either.”

You smiled. “I guess that makes sense. But you don’t have to worry about my safety. It’s my job to worry about yours.” Sango smiled too, and rolled your eyes at your classic overprotectiveness. “Which is why, from now on, I’m coming with you on your fights.”

“What?!” All the girls shouted in unison. Sango shot up from her seat, about to argue with your statement. But before she could form the first syllable of your name, an explosion was heard in the distance.

Everyone looked out the window, and sure enough, there was a Yarane-da.

“Twice in one day? That’s new.” Asuka said.

“Let’s go girls!” Manatsu ordered. Everyone nodded, and made their way out of Pretty Holic, and began heading towards the Yarane-da.

You tagged along behind them, hoping to go unnoticed by Sango to avoid argument. But she heard an extra set of footsteps, and stopped in her tracks.

“(name), please go home. You could get hurt!”

“Remember what I said earlier? You don’t have to worry about me.”

“But-“

“Hey!” Asuka interrupted. “Let’s leave the sibling quarrels until after the battle okay? (name)’s already here, so it’s too late to do anything.”

You smiled smugly, as your sister sighed.

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It was obvious when you arrived at your destination, because there was lots of destruction. There were also people lying on the ground, completely uninterested in running away from the danger, or doing anything for that matter. You remember being informed earlier about motivation power being stolen, so you assumed that’s what was going on.

Your attention snapped back to the girls when you heard them shout something along the lines of “Tropical Change”. Before long, they were in their Pretty Cure forms. You’re sure that you’d never get used to seeing Sango with that much hair.

“Finally, the Pretty Cure are here! What took you so long?” You heard a high-pitched voice say. You looked up to the direction of where it came from, and saw a strange half-shrimp-half-child thing. Next to her was the Yarane-da, which was in the form of a plate. You and everyone’s reflections were looking back at you on its shiny surface.

“Who’s the kid?” You asked Sango.

Said kid turned towards you. Her expression changed to a nervous one, and she ducked behind the edge of her floating boat thing. “And who are you? You look much too lame and boring to be a Pretty Cure. Not to mention scary…”

You huffed, annoyed by the girl’s bratty voice and behavior. “I, in fact, am not a Pretty Cure. But I’m a strong ally. And you better not do anything to hurt my sister!”

The girl-shrimp snickered mischievously, putting on a brave face. “Oh? Or else what? You gonna hurt me?” She suddenly puffed out her cheeked, and put on some puppy eyes. “I’m just a little kid you know. You wouldn’t hurt a little kid would you?”

“If you hurt my sister, then yes, I definitely would.” You bluntly stated without hesitation.

Her cute, innocent expression shifted into one of fear. “What?”

The Pretty Cures’ eyes went wide in shock, and they all slowly craned their heads in your direction. But you payed them no mind. Your eyes continued being locked on the girl’s.

“Yeah. I won’t let anyone hurt Sango. I’d fight anyone and anything to keep her safe! Even a weird shrimp-child!” You shouted without shame.

Sango was absolutely embarrassed. She was hunched down slightly, and her hands were covering her face, which was beet red.

“You’re mean!” Cried the girl. “Get her, Yarane-da!”

As commanded, the Yarane-da began walking towards you. But you weren’t scared. Well, not that scared. In fact, you had a plan.

You darted at the Yarane-da with full speed. You jumped, and collided with its center. Being a plate and all, it wasn’t super heavy, and knocked down pretty easily. You stood up, completely pinning it down. But you knew that just your weight alone wouldn’t be enough to keep it down. “Girls!” You yelled to the Pretty Cure. “Stand on it!” They followed your order, running over and joining you.

“How about we finish this thing?” Minori, ah, Cure Papaya requested.

“Sounds good! Back up, (name)!” Cure Summer told you, gently shoving you away.

You did as she said, backing up many feet. You watched in amazement as they did their power move a second time that day. This time, you laughed as the big elephant completely destroyed the Yarane-da.

“What? How did you beat it that fast? No fair!” The shrimp girl whined. She then proceeded to flop on her back, and throw her hands and tail up in the air while screaming; throwing a tantrum.

“It’s like I told you; no one messes with my sister! Not on my watch!” You yelled up at her.

The girl got up. Her face was scrunched up in anger. “You’re so mean! Just wait until I tell the others!”

“Go ahead and tell them! I’m not scared! Anyone who messes with Sango will have to go through me!” You said. You picked up a few rocks from the ground, and proceeded to throw them in her direction. You weren’t actually going to hit her, of course. You just hit her floating boat thing. But that was enough to scare her.

“Eek! Okay, okay, I won’t tell! Just don’t hurt me!” She cried over-dramatically. She then floated away to the direction of the ocean. You could hear her crying “She’s scary!” as she did so.

When she was no longer in sight, you turned to the girls. You wore a proud smile, both for you and them. They de-transformed, and ran over to you. Manatsu was immediately cheering. “You were so cool (name)!” You chuckled as she jumped on your back, nearly knocking you down.

“You weren’t actually going to hurt her… were you?” Minori asked, concerned.

“Goodness no! What kind of person do you think I am? I was just trying to scare her.” You responded.

“Well it worked. She ran with her tail between her legs.” Asuka said.

“She didn’t run, she flew. And she doesn’t have legs.” Minori stated.

“You know what I mean…”

You all laughed. But that’s when you noticed Sango was standing off to the side, away from the group. “Sango?” You asked. “What’s wrong?”

“You didn’t have to do that.” She mumbled. She was looking off to the side, avoiding eye contact.

You smiled, and walked over to her. You stopped just about two feet in front of her, and gently placed a hand on her shoulder. “Yes, I did. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if my little sister got hurt.” You pulled her in for a hug. Sango didn’t reject. In fact, she hugged back. But not without a playfully annoyed sigh. You could practically hear her roll her eyes too.

“I know. Thanks.” She said.

After a few seconds, you let go. The other girls were standing off to the side awkwardly. You laughed, feeling bad for making them watch you and Sango’s sibling moment. “So!” You clapped your hands together, about to declare your idea. “How about I buy us all some Tropical Melon Bread? To celebrate our victory!”

The others cheered in agreement. You turned back to Sango, giving her a small smile. “Let’s go!” You said, before taking off running.

“Hey, wait! Don’t leave me behind!” Sango shouted, before trailing after you. A grin crept onto her face as she attempted to catch up. You could be overbearing at times, but she knew that this was just you being the best big sister you could be.

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