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justagalwhowrites · 1 year

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Homecoming - DBF!Joel x Female Reader

It's been years since you moved away from home but you never stopped wishing your dad's best friend Joel Miller saw you as something more. Request from @reds-ramblings!

Pairing: DBF!Joel Miller x Female Reader

Warnings: No Outbreak AU, legal age gap (Joel is 40 you are 26), SMUTTTTTTT oral (f receiving), p in v sex, one shot. No use of Y/N. Minors DNI 18+ only!

Length: 4.4k (sorry guys, I got carried away)

You sighed, looking up at the ceiling of your childhood bedroom. It was still that popcorn shit. Your mom had redone most of the house since you’d moved out but your room was still intact. Still had the movie posters, the caricatures of you with your best friends from trips to Six Flags in the summer, the mountain of stuffed animals that were covered in a fine layer of dust in a hammock that hung from the ceiling.

It was a little like being in a museum, relics of who you’d been a decade ago when you’d first moved into this house in the Austin suburbs with your parents. You hadn’t known how to drive yet when you moved in here. You were a different person now. A different person who lived in Chicago and had a job you loved and still came running home to your childhood bedroom when shit got hard.

You sighed, bouncing a tennis ball off the popcorn ceiling.

“Fuck it,” you muttered, getting up and rifling through your suitcase.

Your parents weren’t home. They wouldn’t be for a few more days - too busy lying on a beach in Maui - so you had the place to yourself. At least there was the pool.

You found the sluttiest bikini you had since you’d be too embarrassed to wear it around your parents anyway but dammit you’d bought the stupid thing so you were going to wear it. You slid into it, admiring yourself in the mirror for a second. This would have looked way better on a beach in the Caribbean. This was a swim suit meant to make a man fuck you in the ocean. It was not a swim suit meant to be worn in your parents’ pool. But you needed something to feel good about.

You put your earbuds in and pulled up your favorite playlist, dancing a little as you put on the gauzy white coverup, straw hat and flip flops before heading downstairs.

It was almost like the shuffle mode on your playlist was reading your mind. Lizzo came on just as you made it to the kitchen and you turned it up as loud as you couldn’t without fully deafening yourself.

“Why men great ’til they gotta be great?” You more yelled it than sang it, grabbing the tortilla chips and salsa you’d picked up on your way to the house the day before. You went into the freezer next, grabbing the frozen margarita pouch.

“You coulda had a bad bitch, noncommittal,” you nudged the drawer closed with your leg. “Help you…HOLY SHIT.”

You almost leapt out of your skin, dropping the plastic container of salsa and the bag of margarita to the tile floor. You clutched your heart that felt like it was threatening to burst out of your chest with one hand and tore your earbuds out with the other.

Joel Miller was leaning against the counter, watching you and smiling, arms crossed over his chest.

“Jesus Christ, Joel!” You panted, dropping the earbuds to the counter before leaning against it to keep from falling over. “What the fuck, man?”

“Don’t stop on my account,” he smiled a little wider. “You were puttin’ on a great show…”

“Ha ha,” you glared at him.

“No, really, stadium quality performance there, Princess,” he said. “I’d buy tickets…”

You rolled your eyes before bending over and picking up the mercifully still intact containers of salsa and frozen margarita, trying to not think about the fact that you were in the sluttiest bikini you’d ever owned in front of Joel fucking Miller. Joel Miller, your dad’s best friend. Joel Miller, guy who lived across the street. Joel Miller, man you’d basically been in love with since you were 16 years old.

How was it that he’d gotten better looking? There should be limits on this shit, men who were as gorgeous as Joel Miller shouldn’t be allowed to get hotter as they aged. His graying hair made him look experienced, wiser somehow. The wrinkles around his eyes made his already gorgeous chocolate brown gaze look softer and sweeter. It was a dangerous combination.

“What are you doing here?” You asked, heart rate returning to normal. Or, normal for when Joel was in your immediate vicinity, anyway.

“Your dad told me I could borrow a ladder,” he shrugged. “Said it was in the shed out back. Told me to let myself in. DIdn’t mention you’d be here. Promise I wasn’t trying to scare you.”

“What kind of contractor doesn’t have a ladder?” You frowned. “Sounds like you’re falling down on the job, Miller.”

“I don’t have it at my house because I left it on a job, Princess,” he stepped closer, smile shifting to more of a cocky smirk. “But needed one at home and didn’t really feel like drivin’ clear across Austin to pick it up.

“But that’s beside the point, what are you doing here?” He asked. “Ain’t you some big time city girl now?”

You rolled your eyes.

“Just decided to come home for a visit,” you replied.

“While your parents are on vacation,” he said, skeptical. You narrowed your eyes at him. “C’mon, what’s goin’ on.”

You sighed and groaned a little.

“I was supposed to be in The Bahamas this week,” you said. “Booked it a few months back.”

“So why aren’t you in The Bahamas this week?” He asked after you were silent for a minute. You rapped your fingers on the counter, nails clacking on the granite.

“I got dumped, alright?” You groaned. “It was supposed to be a trip with my now ex for our one year anniversary but we broke up a month ago and now he’s in The Bahamas with Laurel from accounting.”

“Shit,” Joel’s face fell a little. “I’m sorry that…”

“It’s fine,” you sighed. “I wasn’t really that into him, honestly. I was surprised we lasted as long as we did. But I wasn’t about to sit in Chicago in April when I’d already bought enough bikinis to last a week on the beach. And hey at least there’s a fucking pool and it’s above freezing here.”

When you mentioned the bikinis, his eyes finally left your face, quickly trailing up and down your body before looking back at your face.

“He’s a fuckin’ idiot, Princess,” he said. “Promise there are better ones out there than that and lord knows you deserve better.”

“Thanks,” you smiled a little. “Anyway, you’re here for a ladder, not to keep me company.”

“Depends,” he nodded at the margarita pouch. “Got another one of those?”

You scoffed.

“C’mon,” you went into the freezer and grabbed another pouch. “The hell do you take me for?”

You poured the drinks into the plastic margarita glasses your mom had bought for a party when you were a teenager and handed one to Joel before you both went outside. Joel sat on a lounge chair but you set your glass down on the edge of the pool, stepped out of your flip flops and draped your coverup on a chair next to him.

“You’re getting in?” He asked. “Thought that was more of a… layin’ around swim suit thing you girls like to wear.”

“Didn’t fly across the country to not get the suit wet,” you glanced over your shoulder at him. His eyes immediately rose from your ass to your face as you did. “You’re welcome to join me.”

You jumped in the water, sinking down to the bottom, water so cold that it made your nipples harden and press against the thin fabric of the suit. You swam back to the surface and to the edge of the pool, grabbing your margarita. Joel was watching you.

“You coming in or not?” You teased.

“Don’t think I feel like goin’ and getting changed,” he said.

“Never said you had to,” you said, taking a sip of your drink. “Come on. You saw me dancing around my parents kitchen and heard my sob story. I think I can see you in your underwear.”

He looked away from you for a moment, a twitch in his jaw, before he shook his head for a moment.

“Alright, Princess,” he stood up and pulled off his shirt in one fluid movement. You were trying not to stare. It’s not like you’d never seen him without a shirt before. He’d been swimming at your house with your parents before. He took his shirt off when mowing the lawn and you’d peer through your window and watch him when you were a teenager. But this was the first time he’d taken his shirt off because you wanted him to and that fact almost made his biceps seem more sculpted, his chest more beautiful. His hands went to his jeans as he stepped out of his boots. He unbuttoned and unzipped his fly, starting to pull the denim down. “Your wish, my command.”

“That is how I like it,” you took another drink.

He stripped out of his jeans and down to his black boxer briefs. You resisted the urge to lick your lips at the sight of him, just a thin layer of fabric covering his thick, long cock.

You shook yourself mentally. Yes, you’d had a crush on Joel for 10 years. Yes, you wanted him to fuck you six ways from Sunday. Yes, it looked like his cock would be far and away the largest you’d ever had. But he was your dad’s best friend and 14 years older than you. His daughter was closer to your age than he was. Nothing was going to happen.

He jumped in the water, purposely landing close enough to you to splash you with it and you laughed, wiping the chlorinated water from your eyes.

“Fuck that’s cold,” he said when he came up. “Feelin’ like you got me in here under false pretenses…”

You swam for a bit, catching up on life, drinking your margaritas. Joel told you about Sarah, how she was doing at A&M and about one client he’d been stuck with who kept changing shit half way through the project.

“Swear to God the next time this woman changes her tile, I’m driving off a fuckin’ bridge,” he said.

You told him about your life in Chicago. The promotion you’d just gotten at work, the fact that you’d become enough of a regular at the bar down the street from your apartment that the bartenders knew you now.

You’d been in the water long enough that your drinks were long empty and your fingertips were starting to prune, leaning against the edge of the pool with your arms propped on the ledge, close enough that your elbows touched.

Joel’s eyes ran over you, from your hairline to your face to your throat to your chest. Your nipples were still peaked against your suit and your wet hair clung to your neck.

“What?” You asked, smiling a little.

“Any plans later?” He asked. “Can’t have you sittin’ at home all by your lonesome when you were supposed to be havin’ a good time this week.”

“Offering to show me a good time?” You teased.

“Don’t tell your dad that,” he teased back. “But I’m going out with some of Tommy’s friends later. Think you’d have fun if you wanted to come along. Just some drinking, music, dancing. Usual shit. Assuming you don’t have plans with any old friends from school or somethin’.”

“Ah yes, my vibrant social life in high school,” you said, smirking a little.

You’d been a wallflower before you went to college. You hadn’t fit in well with your classmates, you hadn’t really grown into your body yet - all awkward limbs and unruly hair. College had been your chance to reinvent yourself and you’d leaned into it. You still remembered the first time you came home on break from school your freshman year.

You and your roommate, Carolyn, had become fast friends and she was easily the most fashionable person you’d ever met. She’d helped you come into your own in your first semester away and you’d basically replaced every item of clothing in your closet with finds from every thrift store within a 20 mile radius of Northwestern. You’d changed your hair, figured out that blue eyeshadow was NOT your thing and just started feeling more confident.

That Christmas break, you had just grabbed a package off the porch for your mom and were carrying it around to the garage to stash where your dad wouldn’t find it when Joel stopped you.

“Hey,” he said, sounding a bit defensive as he jogged over to you. “That yours?”

You stopped, frowning, before turning to face him. His eyes went wide.

“I mean, it’s my mom’s…”

“Shit, I’m sorry Princess,” he said, looking you up and down. “Didn’t even recognize you! Must be liking Chicago…”

You definitely liked your new sense of style even more after that.

“I’d be down to go out,” you said. “Better than playing catch against my ceiling all night.”

“Pick you up in two hours?” He said. “We’ll hit the town.”

Once Joel left with the ladder, you focused on calming yourself down while getting ready to go.

Yes, it was Joel. Yes, he might have checked you out a bit in the pool. Yes, you’d do more than you were really comfortable admitting to get him into bed. But he was still Joel, your neighbor and your dad’s best friend. That made him pretty much off limits.

Right?

You’d brought a few of the dresses you’d bought for The Bahamas and you slipped into the one that hugged your curves in just the right way. Just in case.

“Shit, Princess,” Joel said when you answered the door. “Think you might be a bit overdressed for this crowd.”

“I can change,” you frowned.

“No!” He said quickly. Then cleared his throat. “No, don’t… Don’t worry about it.”

Joel drove you to a bar with live music and a table full of people he seemed to know about half of. Tommy, his brother, clapped him on the back and whispered something in his ear that made Joel glare at him.

He’d been right, though, it was fun. You stuck close to Joel at first, bodies near enough that your arm would brush his chest if you picked up your beer. But then one of Tommy’s friends asked you to dance and pulled you onto the dance floor. His name was Jim and you were pretty sure he was closer to Joel’s age than Tommy’s. His hands slid down your body, pulling your hips against his as you moved with him. Joel’s eyes were on you the whole time.

You only danced with Jim for a song and a half before Joel appeared over his shoulder.

“Mind if I cut in?” He asked, giving Jim a look that made it seem like he didn’t have a lot of other options. Jim stepped back just as the music started to shift to something a bit slower. Joel took one of your hands in his and slipped the other around to your back, his fingers splayed wide against you, pulling you against him.

“DIdn’t take you for the dancing type,” you smiled a little as you started to sway.

“M’not,” he said. “Not usually, anyway.”

“Really?” You teased. “So I’m a special case, hm?”

“Somethin’ like that,” he said. “Can’t let my best friend’s little girl go runnin’ around with some old man.”

“But what if I like old men?” You asked.

“Should pick a better one than Jim then,” he replied.

“Never said I liked Jim,” you said. “Not my type.”

“What is your type?” He asked, his eyes drifting over your face to your neck to your breasts.

You swallowed, hard.

“Contractors.”

He ground his teeth for a moment before stepping back from you and leaving the bar.

“Shit,” you muttered, trailing behind him to the parking lot.

“Joel!” You called out to him. “Wait!”

He stopped and turned to face you.

“You don’t know what you’re sayin’ in there,” he said. “So just give me some space, OK?”

“I know perfectly well what I was saying,” you said.

“No,” he shook his head. “You don’t. You shouldn’t go around sayin’ shit like that…”

“Oh, so you wanted me to lie then?” You asked.

“Princess,” there was a warning in his voice. “You don’t want to go here.”

“Yes, I do,” you said. “It’s not like I’m some little kid, Joel, I’m 26 years old…”

“That’s too damn young,” he snapped.

“It’s not like I don’t know what I want,” you replied.

“You’re my best friend’s daughter,” he said.

“So?”

“Get in the truck,” he growled. You frowned. “Want to talk about this like adults? Get in the damn truck.”

You hesitated for a moment before you obeyed.

“You don’t know what you’re sayin’,” he said again after he’d been driving for a few minutes.

“Do you really think I’m that stupid?” You asked, offended now. “That I just say shit I don’t mean with no understanding of the consequences?”

“No, I think you’re young,” he snapped. “Too young to be even joking about getting involved with someone closer to your dad’s age than yours.”

“Wasn’t joking,” you said defiantly. He glanced over at you before looking back to the road.

“Princess,” he said, the warning tone back in his voice.

“Joel.”

He glared at you.

“We’re not doin’ anything,” he said. His grip tightened on the steering wheel.

You stared out the window, the ache between your thighs warring with the hurt in your chest.

He dropped you at your door and you practically jumped out of the truck, not saying a word. He sighed and followed you, catching you as you were trying to unlock the door without crying. It was hard not feeling stung by it. Yes, he was your dad’s best friend. Yes, he probably had better options. Yes, there were plenty of reasons why you shouldn’t fuck or anything more. But this rejection hurt somehow more than your ex dumping you for fucking Laurel in accounting.

“Princess,” he said quietly.

“Look it’s fine if you’re not interested,” you said, sniffing a little. “But don’t act like you’re doing it for my benefit. It’s shitty.”

“Not…” he touched your shoulder, making you turn around. “You really think I’m not fuckin’ interested?”

You shrugged.

“How the fuck would I not be interested?” He asked. “Jesus Christ, spent half the goddamn afternoon thinkin’ about baseball stats so I wouldn’t get a hard on in your fuckin’ pool. All I am is interested.”

“Interested in what?”

“Interested in fucking you until you can’t see straight,” he said. “Interested in makin’ you cum so much the only thing you remember is my goddamn name. Interested in eating your pussy til I drown in ya. Interested in your dad punching me in the fuckin’ face over you because I’m too old for you but I don’t give a shit, bein’ with you is worth it. I’m interested.”

He stepped closer to you, your back against the door.

“You should come inside then,” you breathed.

He kissed you then, pressing his body against yours, his tongue slipping into your mouth. You could feel him through his jeans, thicker and longer than what you saw in the pool before. You fumbled with the door until it opened, both of you spilling into your parents’ entryway.

You didn’t make it past the living room.

Joel slid the straps of your dress down your arms and you pulled his shirt over his head, throwing it to the floor. You backed up until you were against the arm of the couch, his hands ranging over your skin. He pushed the dress lower until it was over your hips and it fell to the floor. You were just in your panties and your shoes when he nudged you down onto the arm of the couch.

He kissed down your body, over the swell of your breasts and down your stomach until he reached the top of your panties. He guided your hips off the arm of the couch for a moment and slid your underwear down and cast them aside before kneeling in front of you and spreading your legs.

“Fucking hell you’ve got a pretty pussy,” he reached out and ran his thumb over your slit, pressing down a little when he reached your clit, making your back arch as you moaned. “Can’t wait to taste you, Princess.”

He ran his tongue over you, delicately pressing the tip into your folds. One of his hands slid up your body to your chest, gently pushing you back until you were lying on the couch as his mouth worked your slit.

“Fuckin’ perfect view,” he said before thrusting his tongue into you. You groaned, rocking your hips against his face, his nose pressing into your clit as you did. You could see his eyes devouring the rest of you the way his mouth was devouring your pussy, like there was no part of him that could get enough of you.

His fingers dug into your thighs, spreading you open wider so his tongue could get deeper, your core tightening around him. Just as you were getting close, he slid his tongue from you, making you whimper as he kissed up your slit to your clit. He took the delicate nub into his mouth, licking and sucking as he thrust two fingers into your dripping pussy, making you gasp and your hips stutter.

“Good girl,” he pulled his mouth away from you just enough to praise you. His fingers pressed deep, hooking into you and finding the spot inside you that made you gasp. “Want you to cum for me baby, don’t be shy now.”

He went back to sucking, his tongue unrelenting, his eyes drinking you in. Your hand flew to the cushions of the couch and you gasped as you came, moaning his name.

His mouth stayed on you until your body stopped pulsing, his fingers gently working you through your orgasm. He almost reluctantly pulled himself from you and licked his lips as he stood, unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans, stripping off the last of his clothes as you came down from your orgasm. He reached out and took your hand, pulling you back upright on the arm of the couch.

Joel kissed you again and you could taste yourself on his tongue. He guided your legs around his waist and slid his hands below your thighs, picking you up and making you gasp.

He didn’t take you far, only to the couch. He sat down, making you kneel on his lap as he reached between your legs and started stroking himself, close enough to you that his knuckles brushed your overwrought slit as he did. You looked down between you, the first chance you really had to see his cock.

Your eyes went a little wide at the sight of it. He was so thick and long with a slight curve, you were almost afraid he wouldn’t fit.

“Take it at your own pace, Baby,” he said, all but reading your mind. “M’not in a rush.”

He adjusted his cock a bit, making it so the edge of him rubbed your clit as he worked himself. The contact made you needy, a sharp ache growing in you, a feeling deep inside that you knew you couldn’t reach but he could.

You rose up on your knees, your hands on his shoulders, and he rubbed his thick head against your slit, your wetness spilling over him as he worked it lower down his shaft, coating himself in you.

“So fucking wet for me,” he groaned, lining his head up with your entrance.

“All for you,” you breathed, lowering yourself onto him.

You moaned at the intrusion as you pressed him into you, a spark of pain with the pleasure as he stretched you.

“Fuck Baby,” he groaned, his hands going to your hips, guiding you down over him as you sank lower onto him. “Fuck, so tight, so goddamn…”

You couldn’t help but smile a little, watching him start to lose himself in your body, his head falling back, eyes closing, fingertips sinking into your flesh. Your body opened for him, his cock parting your inner walls and stretching you. You groaned when you finally took all of him, his head pressed flush against your back wall as his hips ground against your own.

“Good girl,” he gasped it out, his hands traveling up from your hips to your waist. “Knew you could take it all…”

You started working over him, rising and falling on his cock, working your hips down against your own. His hands slipped up your back as he looked up at you, kissing your neck, your chest, trailing his tongue along the swell of your breasts.

Joel pressed you close to him before he thrust deep into you and shifted, laying you down below him on the couch and sinking somehow deeper into you, making you moan.

He started fucking into you harder and faster then, angling your hips so your clit was pressed against him with every stroke.

“Fuck, Joel,” you groaned, pressing yourself against him, wanting to feel him everywhere you could. “Harder… need more…”

He groaned.

“Fucking perfect,” he buried his face in your neck as he started working you harder, faster. “You’re goddamn perfect…”

It wasn’t long before you were cumming around him, your pussy gripping him so tight it almost hurt to hold him that way. He fucked you through your orgasm, his breathing faster, his kiss sloppy.

The second your walls stopped fluttering around him, he pulled out of you. He sat back and fisted his cock.

“Where?” He said quickly.

“My clit,” you panted.

“Fucking hell,” he moaned, jerking his cock just twice before pressing the tip against your swollen nub and spilling his warmth over you, making your ultra sensitive pussy shudder again. He collapsed on top of you, his face buried in your neck as you both caught your breath.

“Please say you’ll visit more,” he said, not moving from on top of you.

“Think I’ll be visiting a lot more.”

A/N: So this was my first request and my first one shot! I am NOT good at keeping things brief lol so I appreciate any and all feedback. Thank you for reading! Love ya!

#fanfic #joel miller x female reader #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #smut fic #oneshot

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hywenhywen · 10 months

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0.03 light - kang haerin

synopsis - moon gazing and sneaking out turns out to be a quite enjoyable activity.

warnings / notes - loosely based off of light by wave to earth, cautious haerin + careless reader, haerin doesn't smile very often, reader would give up anything to see haerin smile more, reader likes buying small things for haerin, they're a little awkward at times but it's cute

wc - 2.0k

“are you sure about this?” haerin asked.

“you said you wanted to go see the moon,” you said, stretching your hand out for her to grab. “and i just want to see you happy.”

“what if we get caught?” the cat-eyed girl said. “we'd be grounded, for a long time.”

“but what if we don't?” you rebutted. “it's supposed to be a full moon today.”

after one final worried glance towards her door, haerin agreed. “fine.”

“i have everything we need for tonight.” you said, patting your school bag.

“shhh, we'll get caught.” haerin hushed you.

you mimicked zipping and locking your lips. you carefully walked on the roof and made your way back to the tree you climbed up a few minutes earlier.

“be careful with this branch!” you whisper-shouted. “it's very weak.”

haerin nodded her head and continued down the tree, carefully testing every step she took. after about three minutes you were both on ground level and heading towards the bus stop.

“did you bring some change?” you asked, nudging haerin lightly.

“for what?” she asked, tilting her head a bit.

“the bus fare.” you responded.

“oh.” she said, her eyes widening slightly. “i forgot.”

“you're lucky i work at my parents shop.” you said, shaking your money pouch.

“it's a whale..?” haerin said, observing your money pouch.

“yes, but no.” you said. “it's a shark.”

“then how is it a whale?” she asked.

“it's called a whale shark.” you said. “so just based off of the name, it could be a whale.”

“oh.” she said, stretching out the word.

“it's cute right?” you asked.

“it's nice.” she replied.

you nodded and continued your walk towards the bus. silence fell upon you two, it wasn't awkward, it was pleasant. you could hear grasshoppers chirping and the occasional car drive by.

“girlfriend.” you said, facing haerin.

“hm?” she hummed, turning to face you.

“are you excited to see the moon?” you asked, watching how her face slowly lit up.

“of course i am.” haerin said. “we've been talking about this for a while.”

“oh!” you exclaimed suddenly causing haerin to jump at the loud noise. “sorry, i have something to give you.”

you rummaged through your bag a little, opening and closing zippers. your hand finally stopped once you grabbed the item.

“it's a money pouch.” you said, handing haerin the frog shaped pouch. “i wasn't sure if you'd like that one or the cat one, so i got both.”

your other hand popped out from the side and you placed the cat shaped pouch in her other hand.

“one can be for school and the other for other occasions.” you said, smiling from ear to ear. “they reminded me of you.”

“thank you.” she said, turning her head to smile at you. “i'll take care of them.”

“don't move, don't move!” you said, getting your phone out from your pocket. “let me take a picture!”

haerin giggled at your excitement over her smile, she knew how much it meant to you. she always did her best to smile more often.

“ah, you're so cute!” you said, bouncing from place to place. “how'd i get so lucky?”

you continued smiling from ear to ear like a fool. you calmed down after you got around 12 pictures of her smile. you grabbed her hand gently and turned to look at her.

“we should hurry, the sun’s going to set soon.” you said while checking your phone.

you picked up the pace and haerin followed suit. after a bit, you reached the bus stop and waited a bit before the next bus came. you had spent a few weeks finding routes for the perfect spot to observe the moon. the bus driver greeted you as you and haerin got on. you led haerin towards a row for two people, near the middle of the bus.

“wanna listen to music?” you asked, extending an earbud for her to take.

she nodded gently and took the earbud from you. you scrolled through your playlist, haerin looked over every once in a while. you took turns choosing songs to play. haerin rested her head on your shoulder and in response, you rested your head on hers. you two remained like that until you reached your stop.

quickly paying the fare and thanking the driver, you and haerin rushed to the spot. only having a few minutes left until the sun fully set. you reached the spot in record time and had just enough time to set everything up. you laid down a picnic blanket and set down a small lantern. you set up small pillows so your heads didn't rest on the rocks and uneven ground.

you set your bag aside and sat down with haerin. you observed the sunset in silence, basking in each other's presence. you reached over to grab her hand, giving it a soft squeeze. she turned to face you and gave you another smile. you smiled as well, grinning from ear to ear.

“i'm glad i get to do this with you.” haerin said, breaking the silence. “it was worth the risk.”

“i'm glad i get to do this with you too.” you said. “you're always worth the risk.”

you both turned to face the now rising moon. it shined brightly, the way it illuminated the area amazed you. it felt almost as if time had slowed down. it was just you and haerin in this moment, nothing else mattered. all the scoldings and punishments would be worth this moment.

you turned to face haerin. she looked ethereal, the moonlight gleamed perfectly on her features. her eyes seemed to hold all the answers to your problems. she was beyond beautiful in this moment. this sensation surpassed all of your previous expectations.

nothing would even feel the same. this moment was perfect. you had seen a beautiful sight, with a bright glow. she was your sea, your sunshine, your star, your moon. she was your everything.

in that moment, she turned to face you. she smiled from ear to ear, a smile that one could only dream of being lucky enough to observe. you truly had met your everything. your heart skipped a beat, your mind had gone blank. in that moment you knew that kang haerin was your first love.

“thank you for this y/n.” she said, still smiling. “i'll remember this forever.”

“no,” you said. “i should say thank you.”

“why?” haerin asked.

“cause i get to spend this moment with you.” you said. “i'm glad we're here, together.”

“i'm glad too.” she replied. “i really enjoyed this.”

“we'll do this more when we grow up.” you said. “there's a whole universe to see.”

you looked back at the moon. “one day, we'll hold the moon in our arms.”

“i’ll look forward to that day.” she said, looking intently at the moon.

in that moment, kang haerin was shining. you knew she always had you, and she always would. although you were young, your love for kang haerin would never change. it was like the moon, even in the the clouds, it still shined. it always would. you promised you would do whatever it took to make her smile everyday.

after about two hours in the moonlight, fatigue finally hit you. the school day caught up with you both and had begun taking effect. sleepily, you and haerin picked everything up and began your trip back home. you offered haerin some mint gum to help keep her awake. you made your way to the bus stop and waited for the bus, which seemed to be taking forever.

after what seemed to be an eternity, it finally arrived. you boarded the bus and did your best to stay awake as haerin occasionally dozed off. your heart was at ease, seemingly you had forgotten that it was nearly midnight. you looked out the window, the town was dimly lit by old lampposts and the windows of some shops. you began to tap haerin’s shoulder realizing you were reaching your stop.

she woke up and you helped her get off the bus, paying the fare and thanking the driver, you began your walk home. your house was closer to the bus stop than haerin’s house. betraying your better judgment, you took haerin to your house, unlocking the door and stepping in quietly. your parents weren't home tonight due to a delay in their flight, so you were home alone. you led haerin up to your room and let her sleep on your bed, you quickly changed in the bathroom and went to sleep on the couch.

“y/n wake up.” you heard someone say.

“l/n y/n!” the person shouted.

your mind quickly registered it as your mom’s voice. you shot up from the couch and sheepishly smiled at your mom.

“hi mom..?” you said.

“why are you sleeping on the couch?” she said, raising a brow at you.

“uh,” you said. “i felt like it, nice change of pace.” you chuckled awkwardly.

“don't lie to me.”

“fine.” you sighed in defeat. “i took haerin to go see the moon yesterday and we stayed too late. she was tired and her house was still half a mile down the road!”

“so you're telling me that you stayed up past curfew, left home without permission, and snuck haerin out of her house?!” your mom asked.

“how'd you know i snuck her out?” you asked.

“her parents called me asking if i knew where she was.” she said, tapping her foot on the floor.

“i’ll go wake her up. i’ll walk her home too.” you said, lowering your head.

“we're gonna have a serious talk later.” she said as she walked away.

you stood up from the couch and made your way up the stairs towards your room. once in front of your door, you knocked twice to see if haerin was already awake. taking the silence as a no, you carefully opened the door. you walked over to the side of the bed and lightly tapped haerin.

“haerin.” you mumbled, tapping her repeatedly. “wake up, i need to take you home.”

haerin slowly stirred from her sleep, turning to face you.

“good morning.” she whispered.

“morning.” you replied, “c’mon get up, i need to take you home.”

she opened her eyes slowly, adjusting to the brightness. rubbing her eyes and stretching, she sat up and yawned.

“what time is it?” she asked, reaching for her phone.

“it's 10 in the morning.”

“10?!” haerin said, her eyes going wide. “my parents are definitely going to ground me now.”

“then hurry and come with me, i’ll take you home and explain to your parents.” you grabbed her hand and gently pulled her along, out the door and out of the house.

“so you snuck haerin out through the window and took her to go see the moon?” haerin's dad asked.

“yes sir, i'm so sorry.” you said, your head hanging low.

“if you girls wanted to go out i would've let you.” he said. “you're still going to be grounded because you snuck out, so next time, just ask.”

“really sir?!” you asked, shocked at his response. “my mom and dad would've never let me out that late.”

“i typically wouldn't allow haerin out that late either, but since she'd be with you i suppose it would be fine.” he explained.

you chatted a bit with haerin's dad about the moon, explaining every detail to him. he told you about how he proposed to haerin’s mom, how it all happened on a date to go observe the moon. you talked for a while before telling him that you had to go back home. you went to go see haerin in her room.

“rin..?” you said, pushing the slightly ajar door open. “i have to go home.”

“we should go see the moon more often.” she said. “maybe one of these days you'll propose.” she joked.

“hey, don't tempt me. i’ll buy you a ring pop.” you said. “i'll see you at school, since i don't think i'll be allowed out for a while.”

“ok, text me when you get home. don't do anything careless.” haerin reminded you. “bye girlfriend.” she said while waving at you.

“bye girlfriend.” you said, grinning from ear to ear. “i’ll see you in about two days.”

you left haerin's room and walked out of her house. you hummed a soft tune while walking back to your house. you should really go moon gazing more often.

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Little mouse in an ocean

Stucky x little reader

Word count: 1,803 words oops lol

Warnings: intense sensory overload that leads to a more internalized meltdown, loki shows up, sippy, caregiver names like daddy, and dada, little names like baby boy, and munch short ofr munchkin, fidget items, sound canceling headphones, chest binding, comfort items.

Edited to the best of my ability

Age regression is a coping mechanism, if your not knowledgeable and uncomfortable of the topic either read up on it or ignore please <3

Reader is a trans man, no weight, ethnicity or hair type mentioned, reader is at least slightly able bodied in this

Dont like it dont read it especially when theres warnings

You’d been anticipating the event for a while so it didn't sneak up on you or anything but the Impending stress of having to mask for several hours and converse with people like it was on your everyday agenda, this was nothing of how you liked it, well beyond the several month warning, it gave you time to prepare both mentally and physically, gathering items you would need incase of a worst case scenario in a messenger bag, ranging from two different means of music, noise canceling headphones around the front part of the strap, Bluetooth earbuds fully charged and inside of the most front pouch accompanied by an infinity cube graced with rubber edges to not click like a normal cube, not wanting to bring attention to your discomfort in any situation.

Your favorite book, a couple small sweet and salty snacks depending on the situational needs, alongside a comfort snack , your smaller communication cards, a few more fidgets and essential items.

Bucky and Steve helped pack this bag for you, it being perfectly assembled for anything you could possibly need.

With that Bucky took you out to find a nice casual suit with fabrics that don’t irritate you.

All the small things arranged, it had your mind settled enough not to stress through the remaining time.

That is until you got there, when walking into the event hall you tug on the bottom of the jacket to your suit, adjusting it, "do you even pass?", whether or not you’re shorter, curvier, if your voice is deep enough , or if your handshake was firm enough, what ever your though in comparison may have been the idea of not passing was terrifying, Steve walking on your left puts his right hand on your shoulder leaning in, "you look handsome, i promise you’re absolutely perfect" his whispers calmed the choppy waters in your mind from becoming rapids.

You worked with some of these people, you knew a good portion of faces, knew even more names, your social analyzing has you determining who is good to talk to and who isn’t purely based on how they carry themselves, the people they talk to and how people look when they walk away, all factors you use to keep you most comfortable.

The best places to be in situations are either outside separate from people or around the food table where most often people are too occupied with collecting snacks and other food items, keeping your talking to a minimum and keeping your social battery higher for longer.

You figured you’d head over that way if it felt dire but for now you stuck with Bucky and Steve.

Trailing through the large people filled room, your boyfriends on each side of you to keep unwanted physical touch to a minimum.

Director fury approaches you three, shaking each persons hands, you know fury pretty well, the conversation going quick and simple, just as easy as the night had gone so far until people started ushering Steve one way and Bucky the other, leaving you disoriented, not entirely sure who you should go with, the confused lapse in time has you loosing them in the crowd, that’s okay, you’re big right now, you can fend for yourself, maybe find Nat or Thor, maybe Thor forced Loki to come along with.

That would be nice, a silent companion to keep you company while sitting in a dark corner avoiding most interactions, actually corners probably have the most amount of echo, at least perspective wise that is, you'd be able to hear everyone and than being next to a corn means you’re closer to the sound reflection hearing it twice, that’s something that would absolutely irritate you, possibly even give you a splitting headache.

Being in this room no one by your side, having to navigate your way through a crowd of now unfamiliar faces, peoples conversations bouncing off of one another, high heels going in all directions, clicking like shark teeth in infested feeding water, social vampires, maybe not everyone but gods did it feel like everyone.

People feasting off of communication, jingling keys like lures, or maybe bells, like the service indication bell in your local comfort food restaurant, so many indications, so many people, all sounds equally intrusive you just want to shut it out but you cant until you’re in a place where no one will question why you have headphones on at a party.

A constantly shifting maze of people, hands patting your back as people pass through the crowd, a few people stopping you for conversations that you try to keep to a minimum saying you’re looking for Bucky or Steve.

Standing in such a room alone, you would be able to feel the air currents change but this room packed with more people than an official tony stark party, it felt like the air itself had stiffened and is on the brink of collapsing in your lungs, it felt suffocating to the point holding your breath would be a better means of keeping yourself together than breathing at all.

With everything swirling, people constantly touching you, talking to you, your mind slips fast, in moments like this you put on chapstick and pretend its superglue so not to make a cosmic fool of yourself if you could even manage to get words out.

You finally make it out of the crowd only to realize most of the drinks are probably spiked, you refrain from drinking anything you don’t know, you make a b line to the patio door stepping out into the cool fresh air, the bite of cold in your lungs amongst a deep breath being the edge of the blade, it was soothing, so soothing that everything from inside broke loose, a quiet choked sob broke from your chest, if you were big right now you would know what to do but you feel so small, so very small, like a mouse in the ocean next to a baleen whale.

Your hands trembling as though electricity was pulsing through your veins, rapidly looking around, dazed vision making everything quite unclear, bumping into someone you begin to stumble back, just your luck, both big and small you know that waterfall of black locks anywhere, and he knew you.

Loki, one person who understood the entirety of the situation, carefully he leads you aside, "you’re okay, its going to be okay, we'll find Bucky and Steve" mumbling it out quietly, the first vast difference between him and the room, his voice like Bucky and Steve’s voices was safe.

He takes the headphones off the front strap of your messenger bag, helping you put them on over your ears, feeling the world go silent, sound has pressure so the lack of sound felt less like a kick drum in your ears and more like a deep breath in winter air.

Taking the communication cards out of your bag he finds two cards, showing each one, you look at him with big eyes, tears still threatening to spill you show him the mouse card.

Small.

He nods, handing you one of the small fidgets, closing your bag and taking your hand, into his cold delicate one.

He signals for you to take a few deep breaths with him and than you’re once again back into the warped room, warm of people, sharp of knowing all the sounds, he leads you through the very best route but even still people are bumping into your, patting your back when passing and trying to stop you in your tracks.

You can see Steve’s golden hair practically glowing, you let go of Loki’s hand trying to rush past people to your boyfriend but another sturdy intruding body gets in the way, bumping you causing you to drop your fidget, looking to the ground to find it.

A small mouse in the ocean amongst a group of narwhals in the eye of a thunderstorm.

Electricity raging in your hands, in your arms, in your chest and in a split second your dominant hand slams down hard onto your thigh three times just above your knee, grabbing your fidget, doing your best to hold back the electricity, you watch as Steve turns around.

Its as if he’s in slow motion, you cant get to him fast enough, you’re being held against his chest, holding tightly to his shirt fabric creasing in your grasp, he’s talking to Loki getting the most of what he can on what happened.

He has you turn around so you can walk but your eyes are closed he’s directing you through, making sure nothing touches you.

You feel the cool air touch your tear streaked cheeks cooling the tear trails.

Sitting in the car you wait for Bucky, eating one of your snacks and drinking a water based drink Steve had poured into a spare sippy he kept in the car.

"I’m so sorry munch, i turned away and you were gone, we didn't mean to put you through that, I’m so proud of you for finding Loki and letting him help", you nuzzle further into his side, touch may be unsafe but theirs was magic.

Bucky hops in the front seat turning to look at you and Stevie cuddled together in the back, reaching out for Bucky he takes your hand and holds it to his lips, he can tell just how small you are from how easy you are to maneuver. "Hi baby boy, daddy is here, lets go home now, is that okay?" You didn't respond, you were too busy feeling the metal plates of his hand.

The drive home was quick, tucked into dada Steve’s side, feeling the thrum of his heart in his chest between each breath, now inside in comfortable clothes and out of your binder one of Steve’s hoodies on you with the sleeves rolled up so your hands could peek out, laying safely between both of your caregivers, the havoc of the day having tired you out.

Bucky gets a notification saying that the food he ordered was delivered, he leaves only to return with dinner and your stuffy he picked up from the living room on his way back.

Little jerks and jolts here and there from remnant electricity occasionally causing you to hold your breath only for one of your daddies to find a new way to remind you to breathe, this time dada Stevie tapped the tip of your nose causing you to quietly coo, breathing.

Words aren’t an expectation, neither are sounds, they just want you to feel better and if that means holding you safely tucked between them than so be it, they would do anything and everything to keep their boy safe.

Because they’re with you til the end of the line.

This is twice as long as i meant for it to be but you absolutely deserve a longer fic, thank you so much for your patience and thank you for requesting <33 @valetim09

I had to fix the layout because for some odd reason it got all mixed up

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That Dragon au Part 4

@cafecourage Dis is for buddy!

Everybody buckle in. It’s about to get wild. XD

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Chapter 4: Cia Attacks

“Soooo how much can I get away with here? Like on a scale of 1 - 10.”Enno leans on Warrior’s arm, tracing small patterns on it. “I don’t want you to get in trouble but I also want to deck someone.”

Warrior hums. "Maybe 8. Zelda is pissed as well and Lana is exasperated. I also plan on doing some damage should it become necessary...."

He tails off, his grip on their hand tightening. "Are you sure you want to come with me? It could get a bit messy. She's only gone this far once before."

“Don’t worry too much. What’s the worst that can happen?” Enno teased, not really wanting to know the answer. “But I get to be a menace, so I don’t mind. I do have to care if she starts yelling again but at this point-“ They shrug. “It’s just a vibe you know? I’ll just make her uncomfortable with my crying, I guess.”

Warrior's hand tightens around theirs exponentially.

There’s sudden yelling just beyond them, behind closed doors and down the hall.

Warrior pauses and then looks at Enno. "Let me go in first, ok? And then when this calms down a bit, you can come in."

His thumb runs over their knuckles and he starts walking again. "Just listen at first and then make the call. I don't want you to be in any danger and it wouldn't be wise to simply drag you with me."

Enno chose to ignore him. “I’m coming in. I want to know what’s up. The Queen did call for me too. So it’s not like we are skipping steps here.”

Warrior makes a non comical sound and keeps on walking forward.

The screeching continues and they hear something made of glass being shattered.

Warrior shifts into his half dragon and wraps his wing around Enno. He doesn't look anywhere but ahead and his face has gone cold and stoic.

They both reach a door and Warrior turns the handle. When it opens, a whirlwind of sound is unleashed and Cia is in the middle of it.

"Do you not understand how serious this is?" She yells. "They need to leave now!"

"You don't have the right!" Zelda yells. She is also in her half dragon form.

Enno froze, blinking and going into their pouch. They take out a small project that they and Legend were working on. Ear coverings!

“Jeez, someone is overreacting.” Enno hissed, putting the ear coverings over their ears like those athletic earbuds without the bud part. It was just a cushion. They weren’t perfect but it dampened the sound.

Lana tries to hold Cia back but she's on a rampage.

"I have every right" Cia screams. "Have you forgotten who I am? What was my purpose? My job?"

"Link can choose whoever he wants to be with!" Zelda yells back. "No matter what era he's from!"

Warrior guides Enno in quietly.

Cia yells and throws her staff around. "That little harlot with the Hero of Time is one thing, but for that two bit faced-"

Warrior clears his throat.

Cia brightens instantaneously before she notices Warrior’s company. Her gaze twists and darkens. "You."

“Wassup?” Enno popped the P and had the casual attitude of a college student ready to die, “I didn’t get to say this before but I am glad to see you're still alive and kicking.”

Cia goes red in the face before she begins to stalk toward them.

Warrior steps in front, intent on meeting her halfway. He also looks pissed.

"Link, get out of my way."

"No."

She falters. "I don't want to hurt you."

"I'm not afraid to fight you." He replies easily. "I did it before I can do it again."

She looks taken aback by his words, if a bit hurt by them. Warrior isn't going to back down from crocodile tears though.

Zelda stomps over to Cia and pulls her away. Lana looks shaken and desperate.

"Listen here. You have no control over any of them. You cannot force them to do what they don't want to do."

Cia growls, pointing the staff in Enno’s (and consequently Warrior’s direction as well) "But they-"

"Don't talk about them." Warrior says firmly.

Cia spins to him. "Have they clouded your mind so much already?"

Warrior growls, deep and threatening. "They did no such thing."

Now that Enno can actually hear her at a normal level I’m enjoying this a lot more. “Please Sis, I’m the one in the choke hold here. This guy is the one that stole my brain cell and I don’t know what to do about it but just let it happen. But again, nice to see you again.”

Enno popped up from behind Warrior with figure guns, still with that nonchalant attitude. “I’m disappointed that we can’t get along. I wanted to ask you a ton of questions. Mostly about history but let me live. Books can only get so far man.”

They grinned, knowing full well that they were not particularly participating in the conversation nor adding anything to it. They wondered how far they can get with being eerily knowledgeable about Cia herself. “Though honestly I wanted to know why you were looking into the timeline…. Timelines? When your original job was to look after the balance of the triforce.”

Enno put a hand on their cheek, smiling.

“Read that one in a book.” They lied. “Also what’s your story? What’s your background? Can you just like, please tell me things because I am genuinely curious about these things. You’re like someone who shows up out of nowhere and you’ve been there the whole time! Since when? The beginning? When the Avocado name Demise came out of the fisher? Or was it like further back with the golden goddess making the world. Bestie, please, I need to know.”

Enno was rambling. As they kept speaking the tension began to shatter. They were riding a giddiness high. This is not where this whole conversation was supposed to go. Their plan was basically making Cia get a taste of her own medicine so she can realize how Link felt when he first met her.

“I mean come on- I know there are like… What? 10? 11? Of these guys and they're super cool, I understand trust me. I can tell you a lot about each of them. But there are so many other people in this broken as hell timeline that are soooo much more interesting, like yourself!… Oh are you immortal or have you like- been vibing in another location this whole time.”

Cia was fuming by the time they're done.

She had gone completely red in the face with steam coming out of her ears. She was breathing heavily by the time Enno finished and pointed her staff at them once more.

"Take it off."

"Cia-" Zelda tries to intervene.

"That's not yours." She spits, venom palpable with every word. "You can't have that."

“My shirt?” Enno tilted their head, confused.

“I mean I don’t mind but why do you want to see that? We are right in front of the Queen so I don’t think it’s a good idea to do so now.” Enno said, confused. “My marks are the same on my chest. Nothing special. Don’t even know why I have them tbh.”

Yes, they actually say the letters tbh.

"Take off the scarf!" She screeches. "That's not yours, it's his!"

"Cia, they can wear it. I let them." Warrior crosses his arms.

"But what will the people think?" She huffs and stomps her foot.

"And what will they think?" He challenges her, his eyes sharpening as he loses himself to his dragon form. He doesn't transform all the way, but he no longer resembles a human.

Cia, to her credit, holds her ground. "They'll think you're together. And you can't be! Not with them! You're not supposed to!"

Enno stood up and was slightly stunned, overly curious about Warrior’s dragon form but there was a mission they needed to do. "I mean. As of last night I would have hoped we were together."

They reach out and give Warriors a reassuring pet. "Also I don’t get the 'you're not supposed to' part. If I was from this Era and from Hyrule would you say the same? I don't know what problem you have with me personally. Like I know you were jealous in the beginning and everything, and honestly I thought you would have gotten over that."

Enno kept rambling, trying to get to their point. "Link isn't his spirit. He is just a guy. A guy that can wave around a special sword but a guy nonetheless. Cia can you even distinguish one unique distinguishing trait about each of them that wouldn't noticeable unless you look for it?"

Warrior turns to look at Enno after their first sentence. His tail swung back and forth happily.

Cia looks ready to start frothing at the mouth. "You aren't supposed to be with him! It doesn't matter if you're from Hyrule or not!"

She takes a step closer and Warrior goes full dragon, blocking her way. Her gaze still zero ins on Enno, eyes glaring daggers in their direction. "Of course I can! Time has a scar on the inside of left pinky from when he tried to fix a fence post for the first time. Twilight is afraid of lizards. Wild hugs people in his sleep and still hums his mother's lullaby despite not remembering her. Wind didn't learn to swim until he was nine years old because his sister fell into a pond too deep for her to stand up in. Legend still has his uncle's favorite hat, he likes to hold it in his sleep on his worst nights. Hyrule can see farther in the dark than any of them and he has more power at his disposal than he's willing to recognize. Sky doesn't like to eat carrots and Four doesn't like green peppers. And Link...."

Her voice softens. "And Link is the bravest and kindhearted of all of them. Did he mention, then, what happened to his family?"

"CIA!" Flame crosses over, pouring from Warrior's mouth. "THAT'S ENOUGH!"

"Ok first- rude you forgot the first hero. You know, the guy who made the spirit in the first place? 10K… I know nothing about him. Hero of Spirits is the goodest train bean and are we counting Ravio? .... No. No. We aren't." Enno pointed out, still trying to poke away from Warriors. "Also the way you said that really makes you sound like someone who read about them. Not someone that found out while trying to get to know them personally. Just because you know something doesn’t mean you need to tell them you know about it sweetie. Boundaries are a thing."

They deconstructed her words. "I would never want to know something Link doesn't want to say yet. Even if I start suspecting something, I wouldn't say anything until he is ready to tell me. Knowledge is a power but shouldn't be flaunted."

"Cia, maybe it's time to just let go." Lana tries again, putting a hand on her shoulder.

Cia shakes her off, spinning to her other half. "YOU DON'T GET TO SAY ANYTHING."

Warrior blocks Enno with his body, growling up a storm. Smoke is coming off him in waves. Not enough to be bothersome but enough to be noticeable.

"Link, please." Zelda hisses. "Calm yourself down."

Warrior does not in fact, calm himself down. But he stops growling as loud as he was prior.

"Cia." Lana frowns. "Enough."

"No!" She shouts. She's facing away from them and they don't see her face but her voice cracks. "It's not fair!"

Lana steps toward her, her patience infinite. "It's not about whether it's fair or not. We don't get to choose."

"No... No, no, no, no!" Cia blasts magic up into the air.

Warrior is quick to move his body and covers Enno with his wings. He takes the brunt of the hit from the magical rain.

It's quiet for a moment.

"You may leave now." Zelda says.

"Thank you." Warrior grunts, shifting down into his half form.

“For what it’s worth I don’t actually blame you. Cia is just as much suffering with stuff mentally. While it’s not an excuse, you needed a bit of therapy. I wish you all the best and I really do hope we can actually get along. I wasn’t joking about that part.” Enno sighed then spun around following Warriors.

He was storming a bit ahead of them. They went to grab his hand. With a sudden flash of light and a magical flare, Enno then felt a searing pain, landing on the floor.

Warrior hurries to pick them up and dashes out of the room. He uses what little he can to fly down the hallways and enter back into his room.

"Where are you hurt?" He hisses, placing them on the bed. He freezes and gulps.

"Uhh... hmm... This is new."

He sits on the bed just beside them and fluffs the pillows around them, trying to make it as comfortable as possible. "Talk to me Enno, what's wrong?"

Enno groaned as the pain was feeling more like a burn. Their eyes were screwed shut as they buried their face into the blankets. "I think I know what a guardian Laser feels like now!"

Warrior didn't know what to do. His wing was killing him, but everything in his body was telling him to make sure that Enno was ok first.

He soothes their shoulder and takes their hand. It feels scaly.... but not in the way they had thought. It's almost like he's running fingers over scales... Hold the phone. Why do they have scales now?

Enno sits up.

"Hey..." Warrior seems shaken. "It's going to be ok."

He leans in to take a strand of their hair. He pulls it forward and they can see that it's curled. Warrior doesn't know what to think of it.

Enno felt their anxiety ride up as things slowly started to click. And with their climbing anxiety comes the mounting horror. Not knowing why, they started crying, out of confusion? Fear? Both? Who knows truly.

"I-'' There isn't much they could say, but they were shaking because they were afraid of what this was going to mean for the two of them. They didn’t know whether or not Warrior would still want to be around them when they’re like this. Then they notice his wing.

"You’re hurt." They sobbed. That, out of all things, broke them. "I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry."

So many apologies started to pour out.

"No, no, no... don't be." Warrior moves in to scoop them up into his lap. "I didn't protect you in time."

He runs his hands over their back and wings, rocking them back and forth as much as his injury allows him to do so. "I'll get Lana and Zelda to look at it later. I just needed you to be away from her."

Warrior gulps, a few of his own tears falling into your hair. "You're going to be ok. I promise."

They tried to stop Warrior from moving, but he was too stubborn despite his injury.

"You’re hurt. Stop." They sniffled, not really wanting to look at what they had turned into. "Here I was wanting to see your full form again. It was adorable."

They couldn't even begin to say that without hiccups. they let out shaky breaths and small sobs.

Warrior shakes his head, holding them close.

"Enno... I'm a beast. I'm not adorable." He says through a watery voice. "Are you still in pain? Is there anything I can do?"

"I think what I’m feeling is suddenly growing wings and a tail." Enno whined. It still hurts but it's sore.

"It's not that bad... It's fading but it's super sore. Like I pulled a muscle." They try breathing in his scent, now noticing it. It relaxes them slowly. "You're an adorable beast."

Warrior sighs and transforms fully, surrendering to their request. "You'd be the first to tell me that."

He begins to purr to calm them and nuzzles as gently as he can. "You're part dragon, my sweet. That would probably explain why you're sore."

He wraps his tail around them and whispers against them shyly. "For what it's worth, your looks carried over. You're gorgeous."

"A shining pearl among swine." He adds a bit bitterly, a mocking laugh at the end. "Honestly Darling, we'll get this sorted out in the end. Hero's honor."

"I will repeat it until my dying breath." Enno pushed forward to splay out on him, giving him a hug. As much as they tried though, they couldn’t really wrap their arms around him. "Thank you... I should get a clear look at myself though. It seems like I look like how I do in my world. Which will be a cause for concern."

Warrior's purr is cut short by their words. "Wait, why? Why is it cause for concern?"

He begins to sniff the air and push gently against them.

There's still the vanity in his room. It's the only mirror.

They don't really want to look… However, "I have some medical issues that didn't translate over here for some reason. One is just an allergy to gluten, but the other is what we call type 1 Diabetes. Basically an organ in my body doesn't produce a chemical I need to convert food into energy."

They tried to explain the bare minimum so that he would understand the main problem. They look at their hands. Claws? Just fidgeting.

Warrior takes a step over to them, rubbing himself against them much like a cat would. His purring resumes. "I'm sorry to hear that, Love. If things start feeling weird, we'll get you help. But for now, I should get Lana and see if she can undo what Cia did... whatever she did..."

He sighs and once again wraps his tail around them. His head pushes into their side, nearly toppling them over. They put a hand down to balance themselves.

“I will… I’m sorry for dumping all of this on you…” They said, still feeling emotional. “You don’t deserve any of this.”

They reached down to pet him, trying and failing, to get their emotions under control. “You’re such a sweet person. More so than I originally thought when I first met you. I’m really happy to get to see more sides of you and could spend this time together.”

"Please don't make it sound like you're dying." He whines. "I just found you."

His purring increases. "When I chose you, I would have followed you anywhere. I knew I would have done anything for you. I would never have been able to leave you by yourself. I can help. We're a team. You said so."

"I'm not dying." They shower his face with kisses, still crying, "I just- I need you to know. That I didn't know much about you. It was really when we were traveling and I saw the small things you do for others, that I actually started to like you. You're amazing and sweet. I am happy to learn so much about you. You're something else. But… I don’t want to add on to the things for you to worry about. I already went too far before. And now-”

Warrior leans up, kissing their tears away as gently as he can manage.

"Relax sweetheart, you're not in trouble. We'll work it out. I liked you because of your wit and sass and you weren't afraid to challenge me." He purrs against their chest, sending the vibration into their very core. "Things will be ok."

They purr back automatically, trying to follow his breathing trying to calm myself. Letting go of him, they finally pull back to see his full dragon form.

“Whoa….” They stare in awe of him. They reached out to hold his face, stroking his head lightly. “I didn’t… get a good look at you. You’re gorgeous.” Then they notice his wing. “But let's get that wing looked at.”

Warrior shakes himself and simply rests against them. His tail whips around and tugs on a chord by the wall. It ends up ringing a bell.

"I haven't had the need to use that but I don't feel like moving." He mutters, avoiding the little possessions he has as his tail sways back and forth.

They noticed that it appeared as if the wing had had acid spilled on it. The wound appears to be already cauterized and is black and irritated.

The red of the currently scabbing blood contrasts against black of his charred scales and the green and purple colors of his healthy, non damaged scales.

"Lana will be here soon." Warrior closes his eyes and rests. "The bell was put there in case Cia got in when all the mess started but I never had to use it."

“I need to apologize for this morning again.” Enno whispered with a sigh, cuddling into him in a way that hid them so they wouldn’t be seen right away by the door. They almost felt weird like this. “We need that wing to be cleared up first. It doesn’t look healthy.”

Warrior shook his head, looking away. This was a problem that he wasn’t prepared to handle, but he was going to do it. He had to.

For their sake.

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