#god i can't wait to see the hurt/comfort unfold

[thenon-fictiondays]

ok so i got super fucking depressed and started reading the kagihira manga to make myself less depressed and kagi blowing their team's tournament qualifier is lowkey cheering me up bc i know just how miserable we're about to see him and somehow that's making me less miserable about my own misery

so uh where do i fall on the bdsm scale 😅

[mariaxxxxx]

Chapter 2 - My fate dyed in green

Summary: To save your nation You are given as a bride to a sea god.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY/ Minors DNI, Angust, Hurt comfort, Sex, Apologies, Crying, Creampie, Passionate sex, virgin!reader, size difference, smut, soft!dom!, HEA, somnophille, slight degradation, duvious consent, pregnancy, arranged marriage, inexperienced reader, abortion commented, unprotected sex (don't do that wrap this thing), kidnapping, aftercare, curse words.

A/N: English is not my mother tongue. I apologize for any errors.

A/N: Reader is heavily implied to be Mexican but i tried to keep it as free to the imagination as possible

Work count: 1.941

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You found yourself confused and in pain, unable to open your eyes fully without a pain in the back of your neck hitting you. You whimpered, bringing your hands to your eyes to rub them. The movement made made you realize that you were on a soft surface that swayed with any movement.

You finally awoke, moving your hands to the surface beneath You; the feeling of soft fabrics made his mind work faster. You looked down. Thick, gold-embroidered blankets covered her entire body and colorful pillows were positioned to comfort her head and feet during unconsciousness.

When you tried to move, the bed your body rested on rotated and you fell to the floor. To try to soften the impact, you directed both hands in front of your body, but the feat did not have a good result; You fell face first onto the cold stone and injured your right hand.

"There!" You groaned when you saw the blood appear from the wound.

The voices, previously muffled, seemed to get closer. You took your eyes off the wound and looked around, searching for anyone other than You. The moment you looked around, You noticed your surroundings; it seemed to be a cave with bright blue lights stuck in its rocks, all around it water sparkled everywhere against the rocks. The space was large, and looked like it came out of a book.

You can't help but stare in wonder at the blue light reflecting off the water around you, such beauty never seen before. You were so amazed by everything around you that you hadn't noticed two people approaching.

A voice sounded behind you, melodious and meek, You turned your head and saw two young women standing there. Blue. They had blue skin, just like those who had waited for you on the beach. You noticed the mask of water covering their mouth and nose, and the sides of their neck. They wore dresses decorated with richly worked designs. Your eyes opened, scared, when one of them spoke in a language you didn't understand.

One of them repeated that strange language and gestured with her arms. You were still on the floor, static, understanding absolutely nothing. The other girl seemed to notice your lack of understanding and slowly moved towards you, she approached you like someone would when approaching a wounded animal. She nodded towards her hands, which were holding a pile of colorful fabrics. You quickly stood up and stood in front of her, You held out your hand to accept the offer.

Very gently she placed the fabrics in your hands, giving you a quick bow before turning things to You and leaving with the other blue girl, leaving You alone. You guided her eyes to her hands, unfolding the fabrics she handed you. They appeared to be dresses made from a silky, thin and light material. You looked around, seeing no one near You.

The cold suddenly touched your skin and you realized that you were still wearing the clothes chosen for the procession, they were damp and heavy. The chills were intensifying more and more, no breeze could be felt, but even so, it was cold. You spread the dresses over the net.

Three beautiful dresses were given to You. One of them was orange in color, with one shoulder and beautifully sculpted braids around the bust and waist; You would have chosen this one, but you did the trick of staining it with blood. The other had a blue color as clear as the sky, it had beautiful designs embroidered in gold thread; This one You also stained with blood.

So, you have the last dress left. It was thin, light and green in color, it looked like a kind of robe that covered her entire chest, legs and arms, it contained two braided ropes that tied well below her breasts. It was a blessing when you got rid of the old clothes and put the dress on your body. The fabric may be thin, but it provided impressive warmth.

After getting dressed You sat on the hammock waiting for some instruction on what to do now. A few droplets of blood escaped the wound on your hand, you tried to stop it with your old clothes. I didn't want to stain the dress I was wearing, I had already done it to the other two and you were afraid of what might happen if the blue-skinned girls saw the damage done.

Some time passed before the blue girls returned, this time accompanied by four other blue-skinned women using the same type of device that kept water between their nose, mouth and neck. Two of them carried large buckets of water, two others held small bottles of gold-colored liquid and the girls, the ones You had seen before, held jewels in their hands that You had never seen before.

You quickly got up from the hammock when you saw the small squad go to You. Some let out giggles when they saw You dressed. Embarrassment rose in your stomach when you realized they were laughing at you. One of the blue girls, the one holding the bucket, dropped it on the floor with a thud and ran towards you.

quickly. She grabbed her injured hand and held it up for the others to see.

Suddenly, they were all on top of you, feeling your wound and speaking that strange language. You tried to explain yourself, but all that came out of your mouth was stutters and disjointed mumbles. One woman shouted something and the others moved away from You. The woman continued to speak while the others kept their heads down and sighed sadly. When the woman finished speaking, the others turned to You and began to feel Your body.

You tried to avoid the touches, but the effort was completely in vain. They took off her dress and underwear, leaving her body completely exposed. The buckets of water were used to wash You, a rough sponge was passed over your body, burning the skin, they rubbed every little piece of sand stuck in your body. You were washed, scrubbed and touched in very intimate places.

They did the same with their hair, using water and a comb, getting rid of all the knots and trapped grains of sand. His wound was stopped with an ointment with a color that reminded him of seaweed and a kind of gauze as golden as gold. After bathing, his body was wrapped in a fluffy white fabric.

The woman, the one who had reprimanded the girls, left along a stone path and returned shortly afterwards accompanied by a woman with blue skin wrinkled like raisins. The old woman walked slowly towards her; She supported the weight of her old body on a wooden staff. Her hair, as black as a raven's wings, was braided and weighed into a spectacular hairstyle, her aged body was covered in a robe-like dress and a large colorful chalet. Like the others, her mouth, nose and sides of her neck were covered by a device. On his nose, a green piercing was present, as well as on his ears.

The old woman stood before You with a gaze so intense that it seemed to see beyond her bones. The fabric has been taken from You, leaving You completely naked and vulnerable. The old woman circled his naked body analyzing every bit of it. She stopped in front of You, extended her arm and felt a breast. You screamed and pushed her away, but two girls held you by the elbows, keeping you trapped.

The old woman touched, squeezed and pinched her breasts, stomach, thighs and butt. She crouched down and pushed her knees apart, stuck her fingers between her feathers and gave what felt like a pinch, in a way that made you scream when you felt her thick fingers being moved. When the old woman finished she wiped her fingers on a cloth and turned to one of the blue-skinned girls and said a series of long sentences that You didn't understand.

You knew that type of inspection very well; they needed to prove that You will be delivered pure and untouched to your husband. An examination like this was carried out at her home, her mother stayed beside her the entire time, holding her hand, while a priestess with loose skin analyzed her intimate area. It was humiliating before and it was humiliating now; on both occasions you wanted to cry, but you remained firm.

The old woman said half a dozen more words to the blue-skinned girl and left the same way she came. The others returned to scrub, exfoliate and clean their bodies.

Scented oil was spread over her skin, her hair was combed and braided, the green dress was put on You again and gold jewelry decorated her fingers, wrists, neck and ankle. They handed him a mirror when the work was done. You were amazed at what you saw, you had never been so beautiful in your entire life.

  “Much Ko’oten tin wéetel. (Please come with me.)” One of the blue-skinned girls spoke. You tilted your head.

"What? I don’t understand… I…”

“Much Ko’oten tin wéetel. (Please come with me.).” He repeated, waving his hands towards you in a going motion.

“Do you want me to follow you?” You asked, your face written in confusion. The girl just repeated the movements.

You stand up straight and take steps forward before she turns and leaves. The other girls followed her in an orderly line. You ran after them.

As you walked you realized that the cave was much bigger than you imagined, the corridors were made of stones and blue lights, everything was so wide and well connected. Fear was still present in every cell of your body, but you allowed yourself to admire the lights on the stone ceiling covered in light. Water sparkled a perfect blue hue and spread everywhere.

You were so amazed by the wonders around you that you didn't notice that all the girls had stopped.

“K'uchko'on in reina (we have arrived my queen).” The unknown words brought You out of your astonished state.

Her companions had stopped in front of a hut, covered in wood carved in designs that seemed to have come out of their history books.

At the entrance to the hut, on the left side, a feathered serpent was carved into a blue-green rock.

You were so overwhelmed by the things around you that, for a brief moment, you forgot about your uncertain future. His admiration was interrupted with a gentle push on his waist. You looked to the side. One of the girls waved her hand for You to enter.

“I..I-I..” You tried to speak, but the stutter wasn’t letting you.

One of the girls walked to the entrance of the cabin, she opened the curtain that served as the door and motioned to you.

You were so sick with worry that you couldn't take a step forward. His eyes filled with water and his heart was terrified at the possibility of facing the unknown. The girl, the one who waved you in, noticed your scared face and your tears.

“Ma’alo’ob. Ko'oten, mina'an necesidad u yaantal sajakil. (It's okay. Come, you don't need to be afraid). She said as she waved You in. Like always; No words spoken were understood, but a strange feeling of comfort and security hit You when those words reached your ears.

One step was taken by You, then another and another until you entered that hut, accepting whatever fate was given to you.

[h4ndwr1tten]

note - i wrote this bc this is literally me lol. can never clean my room. anyways first post :0

cw - gn!reader but it's implied that reader has slightly long hair (just long enough to tuck behind the ear), mentions of stress, strong language, yelling, crying, hurt/comfort. not proofread too. let me know if i missed anything :)

one thing about you was that you could never clean up your messy room. you never found the motivation or energy too. it wasn't that you were lazy, or, maybe you were, but it's just that you were never really in the best state of mind to do small things like clean. for the most part, you were so stressed with studying and your part time job that all you needed was a break. plus, your loving and caring boyfriend, nanami, always helped clean, offering to organize your desk or put your clothes in the hamper. so you didn't see this as much of an issue.

today, your room was quite messier than usual. this week, it had been messy, but over the course of the days, it had gradually become more crowded with things such as dirty clothes, folded laundry, old papers, and water bottles. you were lying on your stomach and on your bed, scrolling through your instagram feed and waiting for nanami to come home.

not much time had passed when you heard faint familiar footsteps from the hallway. a smile slowly grew on your lips, just like it always did whenever you heard your boyfriend come home. the footsteps became louder by a bit, indicating that he was at your door. just like every other day, he lightly knocked three times, before opening the door and entering your room. you sat up, offering him the warm smile you always did.

but instead of him smiling back at you and crawling onto the bed with you, he was staring at the floor. specifically, the mixed pile of clean and dirty clothes and stacks of unorganized papers. then his eyes wandered elsewhere, to the side of your unmade bed, where folded laundry was found wrinkled and unfolded.

"ken?" you called to him curiously.

there was an unreadable expression on his face, but you could see hints of irritation and frustration through the tiny crease between his brows. was it work that had him like this?

"your room," he spoke after a moment of silence, "is so... fucking messy."

ouch. that stung. you knew that he was right, but it was that he had cursed, which he rarely does, and more importantly, it was his tone. as if he had enough with this nonsense.

"wha—"

"i'm tired of always having to clean this room for you! can't you get up and not be lazy for once? is it that hard to put things away? God!"

nanami was growing red in the face, seething. staring at you, breathing heavily after yelling those harsh words. you could only stare back, his figure blurry thanks to the tears swimming in your eyes. a few more seconds passed before he stormed out of the room, slamming the door shut too. your eyes were glued to your lap as his words replayed themselves in your head. your sweatpants had grown damp, dotted with drops of tears that had fallen from your eyes.

he had never snapped or yelled at you like this, never yelled at you at all. he always talked things out calmly. so what happened today? you wondered.

maybe you should actually clean. maybe he was truly tired of having to do shit for you.

slowly, and with tears still sliding down your cheeks, you climbed off your bed and began picking things up. choking back sobs as you threw away bottles and old papers. wiping your eyes as you put the clothes in the hamper, not bothering to sort out what was clean and what wasn't. you folded the laundry once again, some of it catching your salty tears. even your desk seemed as good as new, beautifully organized despite your hurt state.

your heart ached and felt heavy in your chest, eyes red and puffy, and your lips swollen because of you pressing them together to keep a sob at bay. you finished folding a blue button up, nanami's blue button up, one he gave you when you were out of shirts to use. looking at it made you cry more, another wave of tears taking over you. you tucked it away with the rest of the clothes, and the room was clean. no more mess. who knew your favorite person finally having enough could motivate you, huh. maybe he should start yelling more often.

three knocks on the door. you didn't want to see him right now. you were embarrassed, ashamed even. and you probably looked terrible in this state.

nanami walked in, peeking his head in and searching for you. he found you in the corner of the room, by neat stack of the re-folded laundry, sitting on the back of your feet with your hands trembling in your lap. your head hung low, hair untucked from behind your ear and covering your face. he stood still for a moment and heard your quiet sniffles, a few brief coughs from how your throat hurt because of the lump in it. his heart broke into a million pieces. he had never, ever wanted to hurt you. but he had a tough day, and he did.

"sweetheart?"

you brought your hands to your face, wiping at your wet cheeks. the sound of footsteps approached you, and you looked away, knowing nanami was going to kneel in front of you.

"hey, look at me? please?" he softly pleaded. you only shook your head, continuing to face away from him.

you then felt his hands gently cupping either side of your jaw, turning you to look at him. a frown instantly crossed his face upon seeing your teary eyes and red cheeks. the sight of him made you want to cry even more, and he knew by the way your eyes watered once again.

"i'm so, so sorry, my love. you don't know how terrible i feel. i had a rough day, but that doesn't excuse the way i treated you. i'm truly so sorry, i hope you know i don't mean it, and that i understand why you keep your room the way it is," he spoke, never once breaking eye contact.

you croaked through sobs, "i'm suh-sorry, ken... i don't wanna b-bother you and make you clean my... my room."

his frown grew deeper and he pulled you in in a warm embrace, cradling your head on his chest and resting his chin on top. carding his fingers through your hair.

"nonono shh, shh, darling," he cooed as you sobbed harder. "you don't bother me, you could never, okay? i enjoy being able to help you as much as i can, i know you need a break from all the studying and work you do."

"but—" you begin, about to apologize once more when nanami cuts in.

"don't apologize, my love. you did nothing wrong," he assured you, pulling away slightly to look you in the eyes. telling you he was being sincere. "and wow, look, you cleaned your room! even though it was perfect the way it was before. i'm very proud of you, y/n."

he pinched your tear stained cheeks teasingly, but he meant his words with his entire being. you let out a soft laugh, wiping underneath your eye. you sighed, no longer crying. nanami shifted his position so that he could scoop you into his lap, and you huddled closer into him, your temple resting against his shoulder.

"thank you, ken," you muttered, playing with the buttons of his shirt. "for everything. and always cleaning my room for me."

he kissed your forehead and your eyes shut, a smile sitting on your lips. his lips lingered in that same spot for a moment as he replied against your skin, "of course, my love. anything for you."

your smile grew wider, and your hold on each other felt tighter. you truly, truly loved this man, and he loved you.

"now, let's go make dinner?"

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[silverynight]

Comfort omega

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Chapter 9

Eijiro knows his friend is going to snap soon; he can smell it in his scent, he's desperate to be with Midoriya, he can't help it.

"He has it really bad, doesn't he?" Ashido whispers next to his ear, as they walk slowly behind Bakugo; the streets are quiet that day, but they're on a mission and know chaos is gonna unfold soon.

"Yeah, but our dear omega is in heat at the moment and I don't think it's wise for him to go check on him," Eijiro tells her. "I know he's worried, but anything can happen..."

Ashido looks at the way the explosive alpha walks, determined, but slow, almost like he's in pain; he looks quite lost. Then she turns to look at Eijiro again.

"You know what? I think Blasty will be fine; he's clearly worried and loves the green bean so much..." Ashido looks at the grumpy alpha with a smile, even though he's so immersed in his own thoughts to realize his friends are talking about him. "He would never touch him like that, at least not now when he's not sure if Midoriya actually wants this or not. Blasty is a good alpha."

She's right, of course she is; Eijiro visibly relaxes next to her, feeling a lot better now. Because he knows Bakugo is going to snap at any moment and probably run to check on the omega.

Just as he thought, Bakugo stops around to look at them both with the most concerned expression they've ever seen.

"He's not answering my texts..."

"It's okay, Blasty. Maybe he's asleep... You know omegas need to rest more during their heats..."

Bakugo's shoulders fall as he nods; Eijiro knows he's not entirely convinced or feeling better at all, but he's trying to calm his inner alpha down.

"I need to make sure he's alright."

"Why don't you call his friend again?" Eijiro suggests. Sure, even if Bakugo finds himself outside Midoriya's door he's sure he won't lose focus, but there's the possibility of the sweet omega getting angry with him for not staying away like he asked him to. Eijiro knows Bakugo would feel bad later if Midoriya got mad at him.

"Alright," Bakugo mumbles, clearly not satisfied with the answer.

Ashido looks at Eijiro for a moment, before nodding at him and putting one of her hands on the blond alpha's shoulder.

"Why don't you go back to the office so you can call him? We can handle this."

Bakugo is usually very stubborn, he loves to be a pro hero and has always been really professional... He doesn't leave in the middle of a mission, not even if he's seriously hurt, so the fact that Eijiro can see the hesitation in his eyes is proof enough that he's absolutely head over heels in love with Midoriya.

Eijiro tries to hold back a grin.

"Alright," Bakugo finally mumbles. "Call me if you need me. Thank you."

"Don't worry, Blasty," she says, trying not to look too surprised after hearing their friend thanking them.

"I think Bakubro is going to get married soon..."

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves, Kiri," she chuckles.

"I'm going to be best man!"

"Kiri, oh my god..." Ashido laughs again, but looks at him fondly. "Well, maybe... If we're lucky and Blasty doesn't ruin it. Wait, didn't you say comfort omegas can't have mates?"

Yeah, he did. And it's unfortunately true... But maybe the green haired omega can reconsider... Eijiro is sure they'd be really good for each other.

But things are never that easy.

***

For the third time in a couple of minutes, Izuku turns on the couch, feeling cold and restless. The suppressants are strong enough to keep him mostly coherent and not horny all the time, but the omega still feels like something's wrong.

The scent Bakugo left on his couch is almost gone and Izuku is suffering because of it, at least his body is... It's like he can't feel warm anymore no matter how many blankets he uses to cover himself.

He really wants the alpha to come and cuddle him, but he knows it's not possible and it's probably wrong considering they're just friends.

A couple of tears slide from his eyes and Izuku can't stop the sob that escapes from his lips as he wishes everything to be over soon.

Hours pass like a torture, they're slower than usual, but at the same time Izuku is not aware of them; it's like living in a bad dream... But he cannot get himself to sleep.

So far this is his worst heat yet...

Izuku blinks a couple of times and watches as Aoyama opens the door, snaps at someone to stay outside and rushes towards him after closing the door behind himself.

There's a hint of a scent that reaches Izuku's nose and prompts him to sit down in a couple of seconds. Suddenly, Aoyama is leaning in front of him, gently pushing him back down.

"Is Kacchan outside?" He doesn't recognize his own voice for a moment, he sounds like he's in pain.

"Yes, the grumpy alpha is outside," Aoyama sighs. "I only agreed to bring him here because he wouldn't leave me alone; he wanted to make sure you were alright..."

Izuku sobs, feeling a wave of warm emotions through his body.

There's a noise coming from outside, like something heavy is leaning against the door.

The omega can't hold back a needy whine, Aoyama covers his mouth quickly though, rolling his eyes as he does.

"I knew this was a bad idea..." He whispers before turning his head towards the entrance and yelling: "You promised me you'd behave, grumpy boy!"

The silence is his only response; Aoyama sighs, before looking back at his friend.

"You haven't slept at all, have you, mon ami?"

Izuku shakes his head, feeling really tired. Aoyama finally moves his hand away, but strokes the shadows under the omega's eyes a couple of times.

"Listen... You can talk to him... But don't open the door, okay? Maybe listening to him will help you feel better..."

He doesn't hesitate, he rushes towards the entrance and sits on the floor, ear pressing against the wooden door.

"Kacchan?"

"Are you alright, Izuku? Do you need anything? Have you eaten enough?"

A relieved smile curls up the corners of Izuku's mouth. His alpha is here, he worries about him... His alpha wants to make sure he's–

Blushing to the tip of his ears, Izuku stops his train of thought suddenly, scolding himself for letting his inner omega take control of his mind for a moment. Bakugo is his friend, just like Aoyama, of course he's worried about him...

"I'm fine, I have everything I need," he forces himself to say, even though he still wants Bakugo to come inside and cuddle him. But Aoyama is right, that'd only make things more complicated.

"Are you sure?" The alpha insists. "You don't sound good..."

The genuine concern is what makes Izuku lose control for a moment, just for a couple of seconds, but that's enough for him to blurt something stupid out.

"Would you let me borrow a piece of your clothing? Are you wearing a hoodie? Or maybe your t-shirt..."

"Midoriya!" He doesn't blame Aoyama for scolding him, he knows it's wrong because Bakugo is not his alpha.

"I'm sorry–"

"It's okay. You can have my h-hoodie." His voice sounds different for a moment, deeper and a little bit shaky... His scent has grown stronger somehow...

"I'm basically babysitting two idiots..." Aoyama huffs, but he still runs his fingers through Izuku's curls softly before gently pushing him out of the way. "Stay here, I'll go get the hoodie."

Izuku can hear Aoyama arguing with Bakugo at the other side, before the blond omega is back inside.

He hands Izuku a black hoodie that smells absolutely delicious. The omega doesn't hesitate to put it on and purrs in delight when he realizes that Bakugo's scent is all over him... It's like the alpha is giving him a hug.

Izuku feels so much better now.

"Thank you, Kacchan."

"You're welcome, Izuku. Just... don't wash it once you're done with it..."

"What? But..." The omega stops before he actually says it; it'll still smell like him, especially because he plans to wear it until his heat is over.

"Please, Izuku."

"O-Okay."

He talks to Bakugo for a while through the door, it's not the same than having the alpha in front of him, but it's okay for now. Besides, Izuku no longer feels cold anymore... He's warm and completely relaxed. He feels so good he doesn't realize his eyes are closing on their own until Aoyama carries him back to his nest.

"Tell Kacchan I really appreciate this..."

"Sure, mon ami... Now go back to sleep."

***

The grumpy alpha certainly doesn't know how to hide his feelings at all; Yuga can't believe Midoriya hasn't realized what's going on yet.

Bakugo looks at Midoriya's apartment door with something that looks a lot like longing and Yuga has to stop himself from rolling his eyes. Sure, it's cute, but that doesn't mean he'll let the alpha stay.

"He's asleep now. He has everything he needs," he assures the pro hero.

Bakugo nods, even though the worry doesn't vanish from his eyes.

"Come on, we have to go and you know it." After noticing the concern in his scent, he adds: "No one can get inside. Besides, his neighbors are all omegas and betas and they're very fond of him; they won't let anyone with bad intentions roam around the building."

The alpha nods before following Yuga, even though he is not happy at all.

"He's wearing my hoodie," Bakugo mumbles after a while, it's just a whisper... And, for a moment, Yuga thinks he's only talking to himself, until he looks at him. "Do you think this means he..."

He doesn't finish, but the hopeful glimmer in his red eyes says a lot.

"You have to talk to Midoriya about this... Once his heat is over," Yuga finds himself saying. He could've given him an answer, but he knows those two need to have a serious conversation as soon as possible.

Bakugo nods again, although this time he looks and smells absolutely pleased with himself.

He's a good alpha and is more than obvious that he adores Midoriya... But that green haired omega can be really stubborn sometimes and stupid because he usually lets himself believe he doesn't deserve to have good things.

And that's when things get a lot complicated.

***

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[sharri-byfaith]

The Power of Patience: Trusting God in Seasons of Waiting

In life, we often find ourselves in seasons of waiting—waiting for answers, waiting for breakthroughs, waiting for changes, waiting for restoration. These periods of uncertainty can be challenging and even painful, testing our faith and resolve, sometimes no matter how much action we take it seems all you have left is your Faith, Faith without action is dead but sometimes there is no action to take other than having faith and believing it, speaking to the Lord and trusting him are also actions. However, as believers, it's crucial to remember that God has a purpose for every season, and even in the waiting, there is an opportunity to grow closer to Him.

Scripture reminds us of the importance of patience and trusting in God's timing.

In Psalm 27:14, we are encouraged to "Wait for the Lord; be strong, and let your heart take courage; wait for the Lord!" Similarly, Isaiah 40:31 tells us, "But they who wait for the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings like eagles; they shall run and not be weary; they shall walk and not faint."

These verses remind us that waiting on the Lord is not a passive act but rather an opportunity to strengthen our faith and character. It's a time to lean on God's promises and trust that He is working behind the scenes, orchestrating everything for our good (Romans 8:28).

Yet, trusting in God's timing can be difficult, especially when we've been given signs or indications of what's to come. We may question why God seems silent or why our prayers remain unanswered. However, it's precisely in these moments of uncertainty that our faith is refined.

Consider the story of Abraham and Sarah in the Bible. God promised them a son, but years passed without the fulfillment of that promise. Despite their doubts and impatience, they continued to trust in God's faithfulness. Eventually, Isaac was born, fulfilling God's promise in His perfect timing (Genesis 21:1-7).

Similarly, Joseph endured years of hardship and injustice before seeing God's plan unfold in his life (Genesis 37-45). Yet, through it all, Joseph remained faithful and continued to praise God, knowing that His purposes would prevail.

Trusting in God's timing requires surrendering our desires and plans to Him, even when it's painful. It means acknowledging that His ways are higher than ours (Isaiah 55:8-9) and that He sees the bigger picture, even when we can't.

So, how do we trust in God during seasons of waiting, especially when it hurts?

First, we must remain rooted in prayer and the Word of God. Prayer keeps us connected to God, allowing us to pour out our hearts and concerns to Him. Reading Scripture reminds us of God's promises and faithfulness, providing comfort and encouragement in times of uncertainty.

Second, we must cultivate an attitude of gratitude and praise. Even in the waiting, there are blessings to be found. As we focus on God's goodness and faithfulness in the past, we can trust Him for the future.

Psalm 34:1 reminds us, "I will bless the Lord at all times; his praise shall continually be in my mouth."

Lastly, we must surrender our timeline to God and embrace His perfect timing. As we wait, we can rest assured that God is working all things together for our good (Romans 8:28). Our job is to remain faithful and obedient, trusting that God's plans for us are far greater than we could ever imagine (Ephesians 3:20).

In conclusion, seasons of waiting are an inevitable part of life, but they are also opportunities for growth and deepened faith. By patiently trusting in God's timing, remaining steadfast in prayer and praise and standing on Faith, and surrendering our desires to His will, we can navigate these seasons with hope and confidence. So, let us wait upon the Lord with eager anticipation, knowing that He is faithful to fulfill His promises in His perfect time.

Sharri Van Zyl

14-03-2024

[dickmastersfruit]

The Noble House

Pairing: James Potter x Black!reader

Summary: After being forced to come home for "business" everything goes terrible as you end up on James living room floor unconscious.

Warnings: use of y/n once, abuse, hurt/comfort, some death thoughts toward the end

Wordcount: 2.2k

The great hall erupted with voices as the owls descended above the tables quickly dropping letters. A thin white letter with a black stamp was dropped into your hand. You looked at the cursive writing that plagued your mind daily.

You wanted to burn the letter and not read it. You wanted to so badly. You wished you could. You sighed and opened the letter trying to prepare yourself for what you were about to read.

Dear Y/N,

You are being required to come home for the winter break. We have important business to tend to. You will finally have to live up to the black name. If you do not show up again we will be required to use our own forces to get you here

Orion and Walburga Black.

Your eyes scanned down the rest of the Slytherin table before meeting Regulus's scared eyes. You couldn't bear to look at him, couldn't bear the hurt in his eyes. Despite not wanting to admit it, you knew what business you had to tend to once home.

You could feel eyes on you and you knew who was looking at you. You also knew that if you met the eyes of your older brother and your boyfriend you would crack. You knew if you looked at them you wouldn't be able to stop the tears that threatened to fall.

Instead what finally made you look up was the fact that the great hall had gone dead silent. You looked around confused before your eyes set on the empty space where James and Sirius had previously been sitting.

Suddenly you jumped as two boys set their hands on your shoulders.

"Lets go" Sirius demanded as everyone stared at the three of you.

You swiftly got up as the three of you exited the great hall. The minute you left you could hear the sound of chatter start up again.

"What's up?" You smiled, pretending that everything was fine.

"They want you home don't they?" Sirius asked.

You sighed, biting your lip. "Yeah, and I can't skip out on it this time".

"Why.. you haven't been home in years" James asked.

You really didn't want to explain. You knew James knew about your home life from the story's Sirius had told him. You also knew that Sirius tended to make them seem happier than they were, not wanting anyone to know the full truth of what went on inside those dark walls.

"You don't understand I have to this time... I need to be with Reggie" You started. "Sirius was there when I needed help but Sirius was able to get out completely. Some of us weren't so lucky" You looked over at Sirius who had guilt etched into his face.

"I just hate knowing you're gonna be with them and we won't be able to talk to you" James sighed. "What if something happens''.

"It wont" You say, assuring James as you looked over at Sirius. You both knew you were lying right through your teeth. "It will be fine... just watch. Plus maybe I can sneak you a letter" You smile before leaning up to kiss James cheek.

...

The five of you sat in a carriage together barely fitting in the tight space.

"Will you stop that?" Sirius groaned, kicking your leg as you tapped your foot up and down. You stopped the action and gave him an apologetic smile as the train came to a slow stop.

"Oh god" You whisper seeing your mother waiting for you at the platform with an annoyed look. Her face is sharp and cold as she stares at the train that has now come to a complete stop.

You, James and Sirius walked off the train together, your hand in James's. Your mother stared down Sirius and James before her gaze moved to your hand. Suddenly she grabbed your wrist and pulled you away from them, almost knocking you down in the process.

A few bystanders watched the scene unfold between the black family and the Potter kid.

"Still associating with others less than you I see." She griped, her harsh grip on your wrist never faltering as she scolded you. You rolled your eyes trying to release her grip. Instead it tightened as she pushed you closer to your father who was now walking toward the group.

You rolled your eyes as you watched Regulus walk over. His face was flushed as he gave you a small smile and kept quiet. At least he knew not to say anything, you on the other hand couldn't keep quiet.

"Still being a bitch to everyone i see" You mocked staring at her. You were waiting for some reaction or a foul comment. Instead she smiled down at you and told you to come along as the three of them started walking away.

Your face dropped as you looked at regulus who had started following them. You had a chance to leave right now as nobody was watching you. However, by her reaction you knew you were in deep shit and you would end up in more pain if you left.

"I love you" You said to James quickly trying to cover the fear that wanted to be released.

"I love you too my pretty girl" He murmured as Sirius faked gagged

...

The house seemed more daunting than ever as you slowly walked in the door. It seemed darker and colder as you stepped through the door. There were groups of people in every corner, their cold glares sending shivers down your spine. There were a few faces you didn't recognize but they clearly knew who you were.

You kept your head down for once, and even when you wanted to talk you had this heavy feeling and no words would come out.

You and Regulus were standing in front of your fathers office waiting for permission to enter. You could hear the voices flowing through the house, but none were loud enough for you to figure out why you had been summoned.

"What do you think he wants?" I whisper to Regulus.

Regulus stared at the giant dark oak door not wanting to move a muscle. "I don't know, but it's not good" He started. "I can feel it" He shook his head slowly letting out a deep breath.

Father opened the door and your mother stood right next to him. Her cold glare freezing your body to the point of exhaustion.

"Follow... Now" She demanded walking away as you watched your brother be pulled into the office forcefully.

You were guided to another office. One with large bookshelves and a beautiful fireplace that took up the back wall. There was an emerald green couch, and a coffee table as dark as the night sky. Your mother took a seat on the couch and stared at you.

"What..." You began before a screeching noise filled the house. You looked back at the closed door trying to comprehend what it was.

"Is that?" You whispered to yourself. "What are you doing to him?" You yell at your mother who sits there with a malicious smile.

"No. No" You yell as you run to open the door. You knew she had locked it but that didn't stop your efforts. You pounded on the door till your hands were red. You could feel the warm liquid leaking down your hands. The door and your hands began to be painted with blood as you cried and screamed.

You thought you could hear her yells but you could only focus on Regulus screams and the way your hands had gone numb. A sharp pain flooded your head as your mother grabbed you by your hair spinning you around to look up at her.

"Listen to me child" She yelled, yanking your hair closer to your scalp, the pain flooding through your body. "You will listen to me" She screamed, sending a hard slap to your face.

"No stop get away from me" You sobbed trying to kick at her. Eventually you were able to kick her legs making her harsh grasp leave. You looked around the dark room trying to figure out a way to escape.

You noticed green powder by the fireplace. It was stuffed in a little jar that sat lonely on the floor. She clearly knew your plan as you ran to the other side of the room trying to reach the fireplace in time. You threw yourself into the fireplace not caring about the pain you felt from the bricks.

You watched her pull out her wand as you grabbed a fistful of floo powder. The powder coated your hands green as your head snapped up to give your mother a last look.

Suddenly she shouted "Crucio"

Your body withered as you felt your heart stop for a moment. As your heart raced the shooting pains wracked your body. Every part of you felt like it was being crushed to death with lightning bolts. Your body writhed as you let out blood curdling screams.

Even though you couldn't move you managed to drop the floo powder hard enough for it to transport you. Your body felt numb as you were thrown out the other side of a fireplace. You took in the smell of pine trees and vanilla and knew you were home.

You were so out of it as you ended up on James's living room floor. The only thing you heard was James yelling for help, and the soothing touch of his hands before you fell unconscious. 

...

The silk sheets grazed your skin as you laid on a bed. The ends of your fingers and the bottom of your legs were numb. You tried to move, but nothing would move as you laid there. You started to freak out and your throat felt tight as you tried to control your breathing. There was nothing you could do. You wished you were dead at that moment.

That was until the warm hands you had learned to love and appreciate touched your arm. You opened your eyes to stare at the beautiful man who wore a sad smile.

"Your ok my love, your home" He whispers. His soothing voice makes you melt into the bed. Your breaths slowed as you slowly regained feeling in your body.

"Did they do what I think they did?" he asked, his voice shaking with worry.

You remained silent and that alone answered his question.

Regulus's screams replayed in your mind over and over. He was hurt and you knew it, and now there was no way to get him out of there.

"They did it, they gave him the mark" You croaked, your tears spilling faster than a waterfall. "Oh god my Reggie" You sobbed.

James's parents and Sirius walked into the room for a checkup. You watched their faces drop and you could see the tears that had stained Sirius's pale skin.

"Oh honey" Mrs. Potter cooed as she walked to the side of your bed opposite of James.

"I have to go back" You declared. The four of them looked skeptically at each other before Sirius scoffed.

"You may hate him, but I don't. Our parents hate us and that's our fault not his" You say loudly. Loud enough that your already sensitive throat made you start coughing like crazy.

You watched Sirius fiddle with his fingers as he just stood there silently. "I want to save him... but I can't," You whispered, admitting defeat. In reality you knew that now there was nothing you could do to save him. He was already marked.

"They marked him, and I had to listen." You made eye contact with your brother. He just sighed as he stared at his feet. You could tell he didn't want to admit it but he still cared more about Regulus than he liked to admit.

"Do you mind if I just be alone?" You asked, looking at Mrs. Potter who was moving your hair behind your ears.

She smiled softly brushing a tear off your cheek. "Well you heard the girl, git" She laughed ushering the boys out.

"Wait James, stay please" You whimpered as he started getting up. "I need you here with me".

He nodded, sitting back in his chair. He leaned forward placing a kiss on your temple as the two of you were left in the room alone.

"Do you wanna lay down?" You ask softly starting to shift over so he could get under the covers with you.

"Oh sweetheart I don't know.'' He responds hesitantly. His eyes flickering between yours as he rolled his lip between his teeth.

"You wont hurt me, trust me you could never" You assure before he slides under the covers carefully. Trying not to accidently apply too much pressure on any part of your body. 

"You can touch me, it's ok" You whisper, reaching out for his hand. You held his hand in yours slowly bringing it up to your cheek. His warm hands contrast the coldness of your face.

His other hand slowly came up to the other cheek as he held your face in his warm delicate hands. He moved the dark curl that covered your eye.

"My pretty girl" He whispers with an emotion you can't quite pinpoint. He placed a soft kiss to your pretty pink lips before placing a protective arm around your waist. "I love you" He murmurs.

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𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨 𝙄 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪 | E. Kirishima/ Reader/ K. Bakugo

𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙩 1

𝙎𝙮𝙣𝙤𝙥𝙨𝙞𝙨: after weeks of Bakugo distancing himself from you and Kirishima you finally get the chance to talk out what happened the other day, one thing leads to another and...

𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, thr*esome, oral (f! and m! receiving), double penetration, fingering, p*ssy slapping, dacryphilia, all characters portrayed are over the age of 20

𝘼/𝙉: I'm so sorry this took me so long. I know this is 6.5k with little to no plot but I hope you enjoy this, hehe, thanks for all of the notes and amazing comments on the last one. I'll be reblogging in a few minutes with the tags in those who asked. Also. This is top Kirishima. Top top top top Kirishima.

It's been two weeks now that you and Bakugo exist in different timelines.

He's never home, lost in patrol after patrol, leaving a hot mess behind him in his room, belts, gear, his back up costume messily sprawled across his room -you guess he doesn't have enough time to clean everything up. Still, the rest of the apartment always looks inhabitable, save for the little mess you make in the kitchen when you cook; he never cleans what's supposed to be your task.

You feel yourself growing sadder every day. It's something Kirishima notices and informs you he feels as well, rooted deep in how Bakugo is treating the two of you ever since that night. And the worst part is you can't do anything about it. He doesn't return his phone calls nor does he ever pick up, and by now you've accepted that he purposely avoids being in the house with you. It hurts even more knowing that he and Kirishima see each other at work every day; at least he knows Katsuki is doing okay, though as he reports, he rarely ever talks more than patrol and business.

You only wonder why he acts the way he does, thinking you don't deserve to get ghosted over for what happened. He's your roommate and one of your best friends, whatever made him feel like he has the right to ghost you with such each is not going to go by so easily and you're not willing to wait it out anymore either.

Thus, this Thursday night you call in sick for work and emerge yourself in the bathtub after checking the clock. 7.25pm. It's still an hour until Katsuki is off his shift, which means you have plenty of time to do some self care. Shave your legs, scrub your whole body with your coconut scrub- anything to calm down that put of anxiety that's starting to boil in the pit of your stomach.

You fear for the worst. That Katsuki doesn't want to be your friend anymore, and losing him doesn't sit right with you. Not over just catching him masturbating once.

There's a ton of things you want to say, or ask him. The lingering thought of him liking Kirishima or you digs deep enough into your brain and plants itself there, getting comfortable right next to the thought of him being jealous of your relationship. Could this be it? Could he just be lonely? He never talks about meeting anyone or having sex -that must be it, he's lonely, that's all.

Your bath doesn't last for long because you're nervous and the water runs cold before you have the chance to enjoy yourself. Maybe it's time to start turning the heating on in the apartment and you curse yourself because you have to talk this out with Bakugo as well -fuck its hard to not live on your own when you have to make shared decisions with someone. To your stomach's turbulence dismay you can't get out of talking to Katsuki.

"No, I literally won't tell you where she is Bakugo"

Your heart skips a beat at the sound of the door unlocking and closing again, followed by your boyfriend's familiar voice. You don't make a single movement to exit the bathroom yet- you're frozen, opting to rest on top of the toilet cap until you hear Bakugo's reply, your gut falling into a muddy pit of panic.

"I swear to fucking god if you two are trapping me to talk about it"

Typically of him, he shouts, barking and chewing a few sounds of what he's saying. Kirishima knows he's all bark and no bite though, you're eager to figure out how he'll oppose him.

"She wants to talk to you, you can't just ghost her like that when you live with her" There's a long pause next "and you should have told me that you're in fucking love with her"

"What?" Katsuki exclaims

What?

"You think I'm an idiot? Or that I can't comprehend basic human behavior? I know how people who feel the way you do act"

"What are you even saying Kirishima? That I'm jealous?"

You blink feverously, trying to take in what you're listening to unfold in the other room. You know a part of you has been wishing that this scenario wasn't true.

"Yeah, that's what I'm saying. You should have told me you liked her in the beginning. I would have never made a move"

They bicker back and forth for a few minutes; Katsuki accusing and Eijiro defending, then switching back and forth before going silent. It's then that you think you should emerge from the bathroom. It feels wrong to not be part of this conversation when you're the reason for their bickering, but at this point the guilt in your stomach is rotting and polluting your insides.

With a sigh, you turn the doorknob and inhale deeply. You tell yourself you can do this. You have to do this, yet your eyes are filled with hot and salty tears as you approach the living room.

Both of them eye you simultaneously, pursed lips and hands crossed over their chests; the only relieving thing about this is that they're sitting next to each other on the couch, their calves slightly touching. You know they'll make up again, they always will, but you're scared you won't be able to be part of that make up. Not with the information that's been poured onto you.

"Hi" You whisper and despite being sure both of them heard you, they make no effort to open their mouths and talk back "I uhm" You clear your throat "I heard what you were ah saying"

"Course ya did" Katsuki growls "course ya fucking did"

"Baku- I-"

"Save it! I'm gonna-" He snaps and makes a move to get off the couch, though Eijiro has other plans; he slams him back down with just a push of his hand

The same hand that's extended to you, overlapping Katsuki's chest, wordlessly asking you to join them on the couch. Your heart warms up slightly. Kirishima always does his best to make you feel included, it's no surprise he's smiling at you when you take a seat next to the blond.

"You're not going anywhere Bakugo. And babe, you can speak now"

Though you smile nervously with your lips, your first word falls silent, in awe of a lung filling sigh. Then by the time you gather some thoughts together your chest is shivering and the tears that you managed to drown before are now threatening to spill from your eyes again.

Kirishima is watching you religiously, pouting as you throw your head to the opposite direction of his to let out a small sob. He tightens the grip of his hand around yours and barely notices Bakugo batting his eyes to that direction.

"Hey, no, don't cry"

"I just don't want to lose Bakugo because of this" you sob and Kirishima shoots a killer gaze at the blond, biting the inside of his lip.

"You're not losing anyone idiot" Bakugo says, clearing his throat, giving Kirishima a strained look as well

"Babe, don't worry, Bakugo and I will be fine, you and Bakugo will be fine"

You sob again, wiping a stream of tears that's falling from your eyes and Kirishima wastes no time on cupping your cheek after bullying Bakugo to do the same. A nice change, you think, two hands reaching out for your face, you could almost get used to this.

"Yeah, you're not losing me" Bakugo tries to soothe, though by Kirishima's demand he adds to his words "I- uhh, I might want you but this has nothing to do with us not being friends"

"Yeah?" You sniffle, looking up

"Yeah"

It's too soft how you're cuddled into their arms instantly, pulled on top of them to sit on both of their laps, held tightly in both of their embraces. You coo into their arms for a while, content when Kirishima kisses your cheek and sobbing faintly when Bakugo rubs your back in circles.

"Do you want a beer baby?" Kirishima asks, softly patting your back and kissing your nape as he leaves you clinging onto Bakugo. You nod into the crook of Bakugo's neck in reply and Kirishima smiles from the other side of the couch.

The sound of the fridge opening is timelines away from what's entering your mind. Is it wrong that you like that cuddle too much? And is it even more wrong that you want more? Bakugo feels nice when you're curling up onto his lap and Kirishima adds warmth and love into everything he's touching, you almost feel your thighs clench at the idea of where your mind's traveling to.

"What if we had a threesome?"

It's so faint when it comes out of your mouth that you're convinced there shouldn't be any loud reaction to it, though you hear the can of beer that's presumably in Kirishima's hand hit the floor, you feel Katsuki's hand freeze on your back. Both of them wonder if they've heard correctly, but never asking you to repeat it.

"A uhm.. Threesome?" Kirishima asks "you'd like that?"

"Yes"

You try to hide your face deeper into Bakugo's neck, but he doesn't seem to approve of it- he pushes you back softly, with a thick hand on your stomach and another still on your back. You feel your face burning as you're forced to face him

"You'd really want a threesome?" You nod and Bakugo gulps "Right now?"

"Mhm" You gulp too, your nose almost nuzzling against his "if- if you want to"

The way you're swamped with attention is overwhelming. From the way Kirishima jumps to the edge of the couch towards you, to the way Bakugo lifts you up and stands on his feet, urging you to do the same as your feet land one by one on the carpet underneath you.

"Fuck okay uh, are you fine with it Bakugo?" The redhead asks, scratching the back of his neck.

"Yeah, I am."

Kirishima gulps when he sees Bakugo latch onto you, placing his hand on your shoulder and coughing up slightly "Should we set some rules?"

"Yes" Bakugo coughs as well, though you can feel him getting hard to where your thoughts are meeting his "wanna suggest anything?"

"Great uh, maybe no kissing between the two of you, since she's my girlfriend? And Katsuki you're wearing a condom too. Are these fine?"

Both of you gulp and nod. It's natural for Kirishima to ask this. Sharing you out of the blue can't completely sit right with him; it almost flicks a switch on inside your gut, making you gulp again when you feel him hugging you from behind.

"Safeword?" Bakugo asks

"Red" You reply cooing when your back finally hits your boyfriend's chest.

You don't even have enough time to count down seconds before you're pounded and squished between the two of them. It's a miracle that you somehow manage to convince them to move it to the bedroom.

Even if making a small stop at the hall wasn't in your original plan

Kirishima's hands are everlastingly on your waist pulling your back into his chest. He's nibbling on the nape of your neck, his fingers light as feathers as they're peeling your T-shirt off of you. He almost grunts at your exposed back, leaning down just to place a kiss on each of your shoulders before latching onto your ear

"It's fine baby, it's fine if you're embarrassed okay?" He blows into you then takes a bite of your ear lobe to which you shiver as you snap your head to his face. “what? Are you that excited?"

You gulp, nodding with your eyes shutting, an expression on your face that looks almost painful -Bakugo can't help but palm himself, searching Kirishima's carmine eyes with his, waiting for a sign that he should make a move or retreat. Anything that doesn't involve him getting a front row seat to how your chest bounces as Kirishima runs his hands on your torso from behind.

"Fuck, I-" He says, swallowijg his tongue in the process, just when Kirishima's hands change paths, now wiggling underneath your sweatpants.

"Enjoying the show Bakugo?" Kirishima's smiles and fuck- when did he adopt such an attitude? "Come 'ere"

Bakugo does as he's commanded, guided by Kirishima, as he trails your torso with his hands intertwined with his, squeezing your upper hips, trailing your belly button, eyeing you with doe eyes before launching a kiss to your navel. You writhe and wiggle in Kirishima's embrace- the feeling of another man too new, too strange to take in in less than a few moments, but Eijiro's got you, kissing your nape, your cheek, softly playing with your breasts above your bralette. Whispering his praises with his hands across your body.

"Good girl" You're sure he whispers in your ear "I got you" But all you can feel is Katsuki's breath as he's placing open mouthed kisses across your tummy, over the valley of your chest, your cheek.

Kirishima is overly alert by this, jumping in between the little scene, capturing your lips with his, using a hand to push Bakugo into the kiss as well, pulling him in as lips as smeared against lips, your saliva trailing out of your mouth. You instinctively rub your thighs together to relieve some of the burning sensation between your legs

Soon enough, Bakugo is taking off your pants, rhen his shirt, Kirishima's taking his off too, managing not to let you go all while pushing the three of you into the bedroom. There's nothing but a trail of clothing in the hallway that could suggest what's happening inside the room once the door closes shut; three pairs of sweats, three different t-shirts and maybe the white ghost of hot and heavy breathing.

On the bed, it's way more comfortable. Your arching back is finally resting against the pillowy mattress, Kirishima's smile from upside down soothing and forgiving, you almost melt away while he cups your face and bumps his nose to yours, giggling slightly, before glaring at Bakugo. He guides your head into his lap, still holding your cheeks, still rubbing circles onto your soft face, pouting hard before facing your friend.

"You good babe?" He asks you and you nod again, humming a small reply to him "you too Katsuki?"

"Yeah, fuck yeah, I am" He gulps, pumping himself twice.

"You're not getting in without prep by the way"

You writhe in Kirishima's lap, gooey eyes and mouth open wide as he leans to pry your legs open, trailing his middle finger across your clothes slit. Your chest jumps when you hear him chuckle. You know he's struck the gold vein he's searching for, your panties swimming in a puddle, completely damp from getting your neck attacked only a few minutes ago.

Katsuki marvels a finger across your slit as well, avoiding your clit purposely or flicking it occasionally, moaning every time his finger touches the chilly dampness of your underwear.

Kirishima pries your legs open wider, hooking his middle finger under your panties and pulling them over and slightly to the side, flashing the blond with a glimpse of you -you swear you see him gulp. Hard.

"Want a taste?" Kirishima asks, chuckling, as if Bakugo isn't frothing at the mouth at the mention of the action, as if he isn't diving in between your thighs like a starved man.

He almost rips your panties by pulling them to the side. Your hands link through his platinum hair and you almost whine at how soft it feels, or, about the moaning sounds he makes as he's digging his fingers in the plush skin of your thigh, swinging your leg wider. You slide a little further along, laid completely flat on the bed -head still on Kirishima's lap.

Sweetly, Kirishima captures your inner lips with his fingers and circles them around before making you hump on him, his knuckles bumping with Bakugo's nose when he chuckles again. You almost tear up by the over stimulating pressure Kirishima's fingers provide for you, but you decide to hold it in; not sure hitched breath leaves your mouth until Bakugo takes an experimental lick across your slit.

With a thumb presses to your clit he retreats for a second, just to watch as he sinks his middle finger inside of you and -"oh my fucking god Katsuki"- he's back at it again, licking at you religiously. Softly, like Kirishima always does, patiently. Just like you love it.

It has your back arching, chest bouncing for Kirishima's eyes to enjoy. He decides he won't have you hanging, bouncing and thrashing. With two huge palms he cups your breasts, flicking your nipples, massaging you for just enough time to make your heart burn, then he wiggles a finger to the hood of your clit, applying throbbing pressure.

The knot in your stomach is tight, your vision blurry, you're sure what you think is silent moaning is probably full-on screaming, mewling or pleas of pleasure that you can't comprehend.

Kirishima is smiling at you from above, still wiggling his finger on you left and right in Bakugo's business and you can't help it- you yelp, pushing Bakugo's face deeper into you. It feels good- too good, like your legs are nothing but jello, your stomach and thighs feeling like they've transformed into liquid smooth. You mewl in Kirishima's arms, coiling, desperately eyeing him in hopes that he and Katsuki won't stop what they're doing.

"M so close" You slur when Kirishima takes a hand of yours away from Bakugo's hair, softly turning it upside down, until your palm is met with the wetness of his foreskin, the pulsing slit of his that leaks precum into your hand.

He whines -"ohh"- when you wrap your fingers around him, instantly pumping your hand up and down, your grip firm and steady as you twist your wrist with every bob of your hand.

"Suck me off baby" Kirishima softly commands, rubbing an experimental circle with his tip on your lips, smearing some of his precum around your mouth. You gulp at how carelessly he pumps his base, until he pries your lips open.

You take him eagerly into your mouth, feeling your stomach churn and your thighs freezing in place by Bakugos movements; so long as you're steadily sucking Kirishima's cock into your mouth, he scissors his fingers inside of you.

"You like that?" He moans into you, eyeing Kirishima "you twitched- fuck you're twitching"

"Show me how wet she is"

Kirishima commands and Bakugo complies by taking his fingers away from your heat and shining them into Kirishima's face. You whimper but how good it feels when he moans against you, blinking as you watch your boyfriend take your friend's fingers in his mouth, sucking in eagerly, before popping the digits out of his mouth, leaving a trail of saliva fall faintly onto the valley of your breasts

"Your pussy's s'wet baby, you're dripping all over over Katsuki's hands" Kirishima thrusts in your mouth "you taste so good" then turns his attention to Bakugo "tell 'er, how fucking good she tastes"

Bulky fingers rub on your clit once more and Bakugos hand secures your tummy in place while pinning you down; you feel it then, the inevitable end of what has been building up in your stomach for such a long while and you can't help but scream at the feeling of coming undone. Shaking, struggling to take a breath without popping Kirishima out of your mouth.

"Fucking perfect"

Your vision is white, your head is buzzing and your legs are frozen. You can feel Kirishima fucking into your mouth once, twice and ever so slightly, depending in how relaxed your jaw is as he's moaning. You don't choke when he hits your throat, you simply moan onto him, too blinded by the afterglow of your orgasm to even react to what's about to unfold.

"Fuck- take 'em off- Fuuck" Kirishima says, you notice. Bakugo probably does as he's told; you hear shuffling and grunting, the soft pop of his dick to his stomach. You want to see-

Bakugo, hazed and drenched in you, cups your womanhood with his hand, landing his thumb on your clit and you yelp again, thrassing onto the bed, finally popping Kirishima out of your mouth. He tugs and drags his fingers away- he's opening you up, of course, that's it- and you can't help but roam your eyes all over him. Searching for his cock, wanting to see it dive inevitably into you.

It's unfair that Kirishima has a better view than you do, but at least, you hope he enjoys the view. You buck your hips forward when you feel Katsukis thighs grace against your own. His skin is unbelievably cold, making the hair on your legs and tummy raise; a tear rolls down your cheek then the moment the tip of his cock touches your clit.

"We've got- ah- condoms in the first drawer. On your left" Kirishima says cheerfully, bucking his hips away from your face, kneeling just to place a kiss on your forehead- your nose- your lips, finally bumping the tip of his nose to yours when he sucks your inner lip into his mouth

"You liked that baby?" Kirishima breathes "You liked Bakugo eating you out?"

"Mhm" You nod, not wanting to break away from the kiss, unlike Kirishima

You can hear Katsuki cursing, slamming the drawer shut as he fidgets with the condom. Everything seems slow, from the way his thick fingers can't grasp the tiny edges of the wrapper, to him finding out what's the right side to put it on -he grunts, inevitably- stealing giggles from both you and Kirishima

"Ah man, you're struggling, come 'ere let me help"

Bakugo grunts once again, although this time it's not out of frustration. Kirishima playfully pulls him close, places a kiss on his navel and extends his hand underneath Bakugo's, politely asking for the condom -you know his lips are pressed into a goofy smiley line right now just by the way his body moves.

Kirishima lets your cheek rest on his thigh when he moves to grab Katsuki's cock, to roll the condom on him while twisting his fist on him no more than twice -unfair- before playfully slapping the blond's ass, urging him to climb onto the bed again.

It's then that your hips are jerked and raised towards the blond, huge palms on your hips, pulling you towards him. Nervous touches, unspoken apologies for potentially harsh movements, his eyes are flickering into yours and his lips are all pouty, scrunched, his cheeks plump with embarrassment. He doesn't know if you notice, nor does he think he ever will, but it's killing him -that he's only allowed to line himself up with you under this circumstance.

Whether you notice the hurt in his eyes or not, you don't comment on it, nor do you spare him any worried look. He doesn't even know if he wants you to take pity on this state of his.

No.

No, he doesn't.

He only hopes Kirishima won't get mad when he cups your face tenderly, nor when he traps your face with his other hand caging you away from the redhead thigh -it's for better leverage he'll say if he's asked to- but you melt into his touch.

And his chest burns.

It's worse when he finally pushes into you. His heart won't stop beating hard and fast and he's scared he's going to have a fall. No-no- he shouldn't think about it, if he does think about it, he'll definitely have a fall.

"Ooh, ooh, ooh," You murmur, feeling the voice come from the depths of your chest.

That's the only confirmation he needs to ignite his ego and light it on fire. You feel good, you're sucking him in deeper and your cheek is still melting into his palm. It's more than enough; he ignores Kirishima's gaze and whatever it may carry behind it. It's for his own sanity he reminds himself.

"You're doing so good babe,'' Kirishima asks you, cupping your other cheek. He's smiling- no need to worry about him not having a positive reaction to Bakugo caressing you

(The rules that had been presented to him were simple- wear a condom and no kissing)

"You're taking it so well, isn't she Katsuki?"

"Fuck yeah" He grunts, thrusting harder

"So, so well baby, we'll make sure you get to come first okay?" You ogle your eyes at Kirishima, teary and soft by his words, clapping your lips together and pouting, begging him silently for a kiss. Only to feel the void when his soft lips don't come in contact with yours

"Oh no, no kiss for baby. You're so naughty, wanting me to kiss you when you're getting fucked by our friend"

"What?" You whine, popping on to your left elbow "Eiji- i want my kiss"

"None can do" He smiles and Bakugo snaps his hips into you "unless you earn it"

Your stomach is tied in a knot again, gummy walls tightening around Bakugo, back arching. It's almost painful to watch you sprawled like this underneath him, reacting in peak with the rhythm of his hips, begging him to go faster, harder. At one point, he's losing himself in the speed he's fucking you with, feeling like he's about to combust from inside out is not helping either

-He thinks, he'll be spent for days after this-

It's guttural, the way you feel as Bakugo thrusts inside of you, the way you mewl and twitch and feel your eyes roll to the back of your head. You feel full, so much that you mutter it, slurred and incomprehensibly at Kirishima. It's more than enough for him to rub your chin with his thumb and buck his hips on your face again. You take him eagerly, smiling with your lips when he lands on your tongue. You swirl it around, pump him deeper into your mouth, suck on his tip until he moans in sync with you.

"Bakugoo" He hisses, biting his lip as he's eyeing you "don't chase your own satisfaction! Go slower and rub her clit too" He takes Bakugos hand away from your face, tracing it down your body before landing on your heat, pinching your clit softly making you moan "ah so responsive"

For a while he doesn't move his hand away, focused on guiding Bakugo's fingers on you, teaching him how to make you feel good while he's fucking and you're on fire, gut churning and chest tight, ovestimulated by how good it all feels. You can't even take a proper breath as Kirishima humps deeper into your mouth. He groans too loud when his tip hits your cheek.

You know this is too much for him, you know he can't hold back any longer, but you grab onto his shaft and twirl your grin on his base, bobbing it into your cheek and popping it out before swallowing it again.

And while Bakugo's thrusts are becoming desperate, Kirishima bursts into your mouth, holding your hair softly, pulling you closer to you- closer, closer, until your nose hits his navel, biting on his cheeks and squinting his eyes so he won't shut them, drunk on the view of you overflowing with his come. He only grubs your chin, swiping his thumb on the white trail that's spilling from the corner of your lips, trying his best to smirk at you without taking a breath.

"Swallow it sweetheart -ah- that's right, you're so -fuck- perfect for me"

Your lower stomach is protesting, bursting slowly as Bakugo is thrusting faster into you. His speed, him hitting that spot in your gut repeatedly, creating the perfect feeling of numbness, it's all too much and not enough all at once, you want to cry out- you gush and you writhe as your legs hook around Bakugo's waist.

Your boyfriend retreats from his previous position, smiling as ever, petting Bakugo's blonde hair, massaging your breast, kissing your nipple, then attacking your upper chest, trapping supple skin in between his tongue and teeth, dragging Bakugo along with him. It's what ultimately leads Bakugo over the edge, his tip feeling numb, blood rushing all over his body, he thrusts a few more times before he pulls out, spilling his own satisfaction into the condom, feeling his heart race faster than ever before.

"Your doing sooo good" Kirishima says once more, pecking your lips repeatedly. "Wanna ride me? Or are you tired? "

"Fuck no, lay down"

"That's my girl" He smiles "Katsuki, come here"

Kirishima rubs your wetness up and down, grunting when he finds your clit, grazing it with the back of his hand, whispering about how wet you are, to which you respond by hugging your arms around his neck, hiding your face in the crook of his neck. You only pull back when he lets you coo into him by petting your hair softly.

You're instantly met with Bakugo's eyes blazing into yours from above- it's not intimidating, rather, it's lustful, but you still need some time to pull yourself back, despite the eagerness in his eyes. You must have missed the point where he discarded his condom, or just how thick he actually is, because he's standing hard and proud before you, nervously searching for Kirishima's approval.

Your boyfriend's approval comes with gripping on him and easing him close to you. You take him in both of your hands, relying on Kirishima to keep your torso lifted, focusing on twisting your hand around him in the same way you did for Eijiro. Too bad you almost lose grip when He snaps his hips into you.

You can feel Katsuki's dick twitch into your hands as you pull him down lower, getting your tongue out of your mouth to place kitten lips all over his length. Eijiro mimics you, licking the tip when you're not licking the base, letting you take control when he ceases his movements for a bit, to lift both of you a little higher, so you don't have to bend your neck as much. He strokes some sweaty strands of hair away from your face, he kisses your cheek and Bakugo is already thrusting into your mouth feverously.

"Fuck"

"You're so wet baby, you feel like you could take us both" You yelp, wide eyes as you freeze on the spot "want to take us both?"

"I do" You yelp with tears in your eyes "I do I do, I do I do"

"Oh, look at you being so desperate, want to get -ah- wrecked, don't you?"

"I do Eiji- you cry out

"Then ask Katsuki to take you too, ask him to shove his cock into you while I'm fucking you too, like the greedy little thing you are"

At this point, you think poor Bakugo isn't going to make it to the end of this.

"Katsu" You plead, watery eyes staring into desperate carmine ones "Katsu fuck me while Eiji fucking me too-"

"Say please" Kirishima interrupts, pinching your nipple "or I'm not going to let him"

"Please, pleaseplease, please"

"Fuck yeah" Katsuki replies "ill fucking wreck you" The sounds he's making are supposed to be words, though they're far from being clear and understandable, his veins are pulsing into your mouth. He's too excited for this, so excited that you know he'll never make it to the drawer to reach for a new condom. So Kirishima is doing it for him, hooking the little rubber between his fingers as he's opening the drawer.

"Come on baby, pull back" He taps on your shoulder and places a kiss on your collar bone, thrusting deeper into you this time. The reaction is immediate, you're throwing your head back in seconds and Bakugo whines at the sudden departure of your warm mouth.

Kirishima allows you to kiss his thighs, his tip, his navel, to squeeze the small of his back and his ass before letting you wear the condom onto him.

You lose track of Bakugo until you feel wet kisses being planted on your thighs and ass, the back of your knees. You feel his hand being placed on your thigh, the warmth of his palm as he's soothingly rubbing it up and down your skin, to prepare you, raising his thumb to graze at your crotch occasionally. You whine every time he thumbs your clit, or flicks it when it meets with Kirishima's navel.

"You good? I'll start with my fingers" You choke on the sound of his words and nod frantically. If only you could actually watch him when he delves his middle finger in you along with Eijiro's cock. Still you whine loudly, when another finger joins the first one, slowly scissoring inside of you "fuck you're gonna take it so well aren't you? Kirishima's right. You love this"

"Answer him," Kirishima whispers, teeth biting down in your lobe. He grabs your face, trapping your cheeks between his fingers, turning you in Katsuki's direction, pushing your cheeks together. You swallow when you see the blind focused on watching you stretch.

"I love it

But Eijiro isn't satisfied with how you're trying to make your words get past from your lips

"Say it like you mean it doll, or I won't let your friend put it in"

You eye him dangerously, putting your lips even further before muttering a soft 'fine' -your redhead doesn't make a comment on your little attitude, probably because he's gotten what he's wanted from you- and Katsuki hisses, fisting his cock faster.

"I love it so much Katsuh"

"And Eiji- you mean. It's not only him that's here" Kirishima smirks and this time he pulls out of you, flipping your body so that your back is facing him. One hand comes to your wetness, spreading your lips apart, stretching you wide open "Try again" He lets go just for a moment, to slap your clit loosely. Once. Twice. Never ceasing when you whine. Your hips buck up towards Katsuki.

"Look at how nice I am, I even gave you a full view. Am I not?"

"You are Eiji. You're the best, the best. And I love this so much, I'm going to combust"

"Oh you will?" Katsuki interrupts, grunting when Kirishima pulls his dick closer to you, rubbing the head on your clit until Katsuki gets the hint. You let out a guttural groan at the feeling, tears starting to form in the corners of your eyes from being too overstimulated for so long

"Yes baby, I will, just please"

"M going in-" Katsuki announces, earning a nod from Kirishima "If he won't let you come, then we don't listen to him 'kay?"

Kirishima chuckles at the one and bites the top of your ears dragging his tongue to the base of it- a warning- to not try and agree with what Katsuki's offering. And being obedient definitely pays off when you feel your boyfriend's head poke against your entrance.

It feels splitting and painful all at once; the tears in your eyes are pouring, and none of the caresses you're receiving is helping. You need time to adjust and both men provide that for you. Minutes pass spent with soft kisses. Kirishima sucking your neck and Bakugo kissing your breasts, the three of you making out- anything until you feel like you can get used to them.

And when you do, they go slow, each at their own pace, simultaneously hitting spots that you don't know could or should ever be hit at the same time.

"You good?" Both men ask and you have to gulp that frog that sits at the top of your mouth if you want to talk, but you can't. Your throat is too tight, your eyes are too watery

"Babe"

"Better than I thought I'd be actually"

You get lost in the haze of their hips, their thrusts and you can already feel Katsuki collapsing onto you, chasing his own pit of pleasure when it hits you. Your gut coming undone for the last time has your heart leaping and skipping beats; you hook your arm around Katsuki's neck, jumping up and down from how fast both men are thrusting into you and you bring your face to his, cooling your mouths together.

When he feels you clamp down on him -and Kirishima- he pulls out, rolls the condom off and strokes himself slightly. You whine at the sudden departure of him inside of you but you quickly clamp down on just your boyfriend, before feeling him shifting from underneath you, finally pushing down the small of your back. You take Katsuki into your mouth while Kirishima slaps your ass, thrusting fast and hard into you.

There's no sweet talk right now, authority and intimidation hiding away as satisfaction is being chased. Sloppily and not carefully at all. It's evident in how you're sucking Katsuki off. There's no consistency in your rhythm, you're squirming as Kirishima is slowing down before picking up his pace again, running his hands through your hair affectionately. When he comes, he coats your insides in white ropes of pleasure, riding off his orgasm softly, until he feels himself stop twitching.

By the time he pulls out you've made Katsuki come as well, hearing his high pitched grunts as he lets it all out in your mouth. Although this time you're not overwhelmed with the amount; it's his second round nonetheless.

Katsuki's hands don't cease to take this chance, even if they're awkward and shaking he's grabbing your cheeks squishing them just like Kirishima did a while ago and kisses you, poking his tongue in your mouth, moaning at his own taste, pulling your lips under his teeth.

You know your lips will be bruised by this. And you don't care. Because when he pulls back, Kirishima is kissing you as well, pulling you into his arms, caging you into his chest.

You even smile as tiny, peppery kisses are pressed onto your skin.

"You did so well" Kirishima smiles "you too Katsu, you both were amazing"

Katsuki smiles, popping onto the bed as well, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling himself onto you and Kirishima. He nuzzles his nose at the crook of your neck and for the first time in a while he feels warm, content, calm and collected. Or so you think by the kiss that's planted onto your back by him.

It's tender and soft, mimicking Kirishima's but feeling nothing like your boyfriend's kisses at the same time. You collapse further into Kirishima's chest and he kisses the top of your hair and your cheek, mellowy.

"Wanna take a bath?" He suggests under his breath and both you and Katsuki nod, sinking further in the sheets with heavy eyes. Maybe when your feet won't feel like they'll betray you, you'll get up and have a warm bath, sandwiched between Katsuki and Eijiro, smothered in kisses, lathered in lavender soap, maybe you'll make a cup of chamomile for the three of of you and cuddle between them before you go to sleep.

Until then…

[popcorn1989]

Could I request a fic where the Witcher boys (and cahir) react to ready sleeping in random places instead of a bed or a bedroll.Like what their reaction would be :D

Thankss,hope you had a wonderful day

Wonderful good day,

I had another idea, I don't take the Witcher boys, because they don't really care, where they have to sleep. I take the small group consisting of Cahir, Jaskier, Regis and Geralt. Thanks for your request, I'm a little out of ideas at the moment.

Characters: Cahir, Regis, Geralt, Jaskier

Warning: None

Words: 952

"𝔰𝔥𝔲𝔱 𝔲𝔭 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔤𝔬 𝔱𝔬 𝔰𝔩𝔢𝔢𝔭!"

It was supposed to be a regular route, just going from one place to another, but with Jaskier, every journey was an adventure. He either fell down, sang or screamed, because something frightened him. This time, the small group of men took longer, and it was getting dark. "Jaskier, next time, just change into comfortable pants or go naked," said Regis evenly, Cahir looked up at him and grinned. "What are you thinking, Regis? That I, just walk around like a farmer? I'm a poet."

Geralt grunted and put more wood on the fire, which lit up the small square, where the men had stopped to wait for the next day. "No, of course not," said Regis, rolling his eyes. Jaskier looked around, his eyes locked on Cahir. "What?" Cahir asked without looking at him, out of the corner of his eye, he could see that Jaskier had a question on his lips. "Do you think we can't just keep walking?" - "No" said Geralt curtly and answering for Cahir, he got up and went to his horse to feed him an apple. Cahir grinned again, "We have to stay here for the night" Cahir said and continued carving his little piece of wood.

Jaskier looked around, with a disgusted expression. "But there's grass and dirt and small animals everywhere..." Regis got up and went to a nearby tree to sit down. "Just say...." he said curtly, and lay down on the ground. Jaskier looked at him, for a long time, before returning his gaze to Cahir. "But...but I forgot my Bedroll last time." Cahir raised an eyebrow and for the first time, he looked at Jaskier, the lights from the campfire dancing around his face. "And what do you think I should do now?" Cahir was already annoyed, and then he saw Jaskier's gaze wandering over to his Bedroll.

"Out of the question," he said shortly, pointing the sharpened stick at Jaskier. "But... But I hurt my back, this morning," Jaskier said, putting a hand on his back. "Leave Cahir alone, it's not his fault, that you hurt yourself while running. I mean... you just ran, Jaskier," Geralt said when he came back to the campfire. "No, I looked around for a moment, and then I sprained my back" - "You sprained not only your back, a lot more" Regis spoke now, who was already half asleep. "What do you mean?" Jaskier said indignantly. Cahir grinned again and looked at Geralt, who was about to unfold his Bedroll.

"Lie down here," said Geralt, pointing to the adjusted bedroll. Jaskier put his hands on his knees and shook his head "What now?" asked Geralt, Cahir gave a short laugh, then became serious again, when he noticed Geralt's face. "I can't..., it's much too thin, that's not a bedroll, it's more of a blanket, I'll cover myself with that," said Jaskier and his gaze went back to Cahir's bedroll. "God, then take it..." Cahir said, reaching back and throwing the Bedroll at Jaskier. Geralt sat down on his "blanket" and watched Jaskier and Cahir. A light snore came from Regis.

"Well, thank you, Cahir, you're always so nice to me," Jaskier said as he got up and spread the bedroll up, next to a tree and sat on it. Cahir had looking all this, with a shake of the head. "Let's sleep, we have to be rested for tomorrow" - "Okay" said Cahir, he threw the wood aside and got up. Here there was really only dirt and grass, here and there branches on the ground, which he kicked aside with his foot.

Cahir loosened the ground a bit with his soles before sitting down and looking at his fellow travelers once more. Regis has never had a problem sleeping on the ground, he had even seen him sleep standing up, since Regis is a vampire, he was sure, he could sleep hanging from a bough. Geralt didn't care, where or how he had to sleep, every Witcher probably has that in them, at least you get sleep. Cahir's gaze wandered to Jaskier and at the same moment, he regretted it, Jaskier tossed and sat down suddenly "I can't... I can feel every branch" Geralt groaned "Jaskier...."

Cahir grinned and watched Jaskier getting up and lifting the bedroll to clear the branches, even the very small ones. "Jaskier..." said Geralt again, "I'll be almost done" Cahir looked at the fire, it would burn through the night and give them the warmth they needed. "Now..." Jaskier meanwhile said and lay back down, Cahir shook his head. Jaskier always had trouble sleeping outside, and he was the only one with a bedroll, and even that wasn't enough.

Jaskier lay still and Cahir looked into the fire, one last time, before lying down, and it wasn't comfortable, but it was more comfortable than sleeping on stone in a cell. He was about to close his eyes, when Jaskier made a noise, "Jaskier, what is it now?" Geralt asked in a calm tone, and Cahir was amazed, that he remained so calm. "I'm cold" - "We have a camp fire!" Regis said, he's asleep, but always has an open ear, he's warned the group of dangers at night before. " Yes, but I can't sleep like this without a blanket,"

Jaskier wailed, Cahir sat up briefly and saw how Geralt gave him the blanket, he had just been lying on. "And now rest," he said, and went back to his sleeping place. "Of course, I'm tired," said Jaskier, he covered himself up and lay on his side. Finally, Cahir thought and closed his eyes again. "You know...." - "Shut up, Jaskier and go to sleep!" Cahir said angrily and finally, there was silence....

End.

[goofyhoffy]

Chapter 1

Fanfiction : My First Kiss 'just a kiss'

Genre : best friend to enemies to lovers! Roommates au! Classmates au! Romcom.

Pairings : Taehyung × reader

Series: a drabble fanfiction of 3 sets.

Word count : 2.9 k

Summary : you shifted to a new city for your best friend Taehyung. He's your bestie since birth. You admitted to his school where you find life difficult. Taehyung being a fuckboi and you being is bestie he shares everything with you even his sex life and moves. But your character is far more different from him. You always looked for your comfort person. You dreamt of spending time with your future partners. Summary : you shifted to a new city for your best friend Taehyung. He's your bestie since birth. You admitted to his school where you find life difficult. Taehyung being a fuckboi and you being is bestie he shares everything with you even his sex life and moves. But your character is far more different from him. You always looked for your comfort person. You dreamt of spending time with your future partners. Even you're in high school you haven't kissed anyone as you want to secure your first kiss for your special one. What happened when Taehyung seized the chance from you of your first romantic kiss! you're in high school you haven't kissed anyone as you want to secure your first kiss for your special one. What happened when Taehyung seized the chance from you of your first romantic kiss!

Warnings : fuckboi, bestie bad words, private talks, best friend sharing sex life, abusing, angst, misunderstanding, bullying, kissing, smut, fluff, explicit, student life, dirty talks, wet dreams, hitting on, making out, Dom,sub, yandere.

Author note: here you go again, I loves writing this fic as it's have Loads of dirty talks we shared with our bestie, so just enjoy and read. Tell me your opinions then.

Chapter 2 ∆ CHAPTER 3

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Sitting on your couch you were unfolding the clothes you took from home last weekends. The purple frill short dress of your sister is now yours as she already left for her higher studies at aboard. You were  happy but missing your family a bit more these days cause you were new in this high school where only friends of yours is Taehyung. The dumb. Your bestie since ages.

Yesterday, you came back from your hometown Daegu to Seoul for the studies. Or you can say to help your best friend Tae in his studies. As his mother forced you to stay with Tae in Seoul because of his poor academic performance. You're not so happy staying in Seoul leaving your family far miles away. But only for your bestie you were there. The last high school year you were gonna spent with Taehyung. You haven't met him since so long but he was the only one you keep on texting, calling every day when you both live far away from each other.

Here the academic things are quite different. Taehyung was helping you in all of that. He was so happy that you were accompanying him there. Living with eachother was both of your childhood dreams and now it's fulfilling. You and him live in his two storey building. You were on the ground floor and he was on the top. You were stressed but happy that Tae was still the same here. Nothing between you two have changed. He still baby care you like he used to during middle school. You were on the random thoughts of memories.

Suddenly someone patted from the back and you looked "Tae how are you?" He hugged you.

"You already home? I missed you." Tae replied.

"Yes, I'm. Unfortunately only for you here. By the way where were you?" You asked.

"Umm... Just Making out!" Taehyung sighed

"You're life is cool. Making out with Seulgi your girlfriend as much as you want." You smirked.

"Wait, no. I'm not making out with her. Apart from that also Seulgi is just my contract girlfriend. We have nothing like that stuff. We didn't even kiss. Soon our contract being a couple will end. Understood!" He scoffs

"I know. Then whom did you make out with?" You asked.

"Umm... Uhh.. actually I don't her name. But she's also new student in our school like you. But she's junior. But  tomorrow I will ask her name!" Tae frowned .

"You're such a dick. Didn't even know her name. Only God can save you." You eyed.

"I'm an angel. Huh. She's the one kissed me first. I just kissed back. But her plump red lips taste like watermelon. God I want to kiss her again." Tae excitedly said.

"Stop. Maybe she use watermelon taste Chapstick. You never know." You chuckled.

"Whatever she uses is delicious. But she bite me in my lower lips so hard. It got redness and swell so much. See." He point out his lips to you.

"Aha! My poor baby got hurt. Use my lip serum or else it will get lump, you stupid." You handed over him your lip serum.

"Don't call me your baby tomorrow at school please. I'm the most popular here. Only your baby bestie at home." Tae smiled.

"Well, I got something to tease you. Baby bestie." You giggled.

"Stop now." Tae frowned.

You chuckled and put the clothes on your shelfs. And arrange your study desk. While you're doing all this Taehyung was sitting there and looking at you all the way. He was looking at your long dark hairs, pale fingers, thin postures and your beautiful small face. After completely setting up all the necessary changes you sit at the couch.

"You have changed a lot. Huh!" Tae asked.

"Me? Why!" You eyed him.

"I mean.. nothing. It's just when I saw you two years ago at our hometown you're so different. Now, everything about you changed. You're not my lil baby bestie anymore." Tae sighed.

"Shut up. I'm still your baby bestie for ages. Might be I'm little more glowing here. You know good looks matters." You smirked.

"Yeah, good looks. You got so much prettier. Now you have curves and boobs-" you cut him off.

"Of course. Got so much wiser too. I'm not 16 anymore. I'm a 18 year old girl with beauty." You said proudly.

"Leave that. You have packed your bag for tomorrow school?" He asked

"Yeah. Pretty much. You've plan for tonight?" You pinned.

"Umm... Yeah. If you're asking me to stay then I can actually. What's your plan? You probably should sleep!" Tae said.

"No, I'm just gonna watch something. You're good to go but remember your mother send me here to look after you. So, don't be late or either I will call Mrs. Kim aunt." You glanced.

"Okay, okay. Don't be so demanding. I'll be back at midnight after clubbing. You can do whatever you want in this home. With whoever you want-"

"Wait. What?"

"Sorry, my mistake. You're single. No one is there to do any fun with you. Poor _____, you can probably drink milk and sleep." Tae laughed so hard.

"You! Fucking Kid. I'll kill you.  Stop." I screamed.

"Catch me if you can. Meet you at the morning. Byee." Taehyung said as he gone for clubbing.

You're sitting there getting bored so you watched some shows. Watching webseries is a whole mood. Romantic movies and your imagination for your loves one just increases. You were still searching for that special one who can get you butterflies in your stomach. The show was on climax where the protagonist gonna kiss his lady love. But suddenly you heard someone open the living room's door.

"You're watching porn?" Someone screamed after slamming the door. You can't see cause it's dark in the room and only the television screen light makes the person slightly visible. But you recognized the voice. It's Taehyung.

"What the fuck! You scared me asshole." You screamed.

"What's are you watching, is it porn? I haven't expected that from you."  Taehyung sighed.

"Shut up, you ruined my moment. They're gonna share their first kiss. You know how much first kiss mean actually?" You gritted.

"First kiss! Lol! Is there something you should highlight like first kiss?" Taehyung eyed annoyingly.

"Yess! Fucking yes! You don't know how much first kiss mean for everyone. Most importantly for me. I want to share my kiss to my favourite, trustworthy and love of life. I have huge dreams for my first kiss." You explained.

"Ugh! I never thought about like this. My first kiss was... Um.. uh.. I don't even remember who it was! And you're still dreaming for your first kiss?" Taehyung rolled his eyes.

"Is dreaming is prohibited here? If no then shut up. I live in hope and imagination. One day, at the sunset into the sea shore, me and my love gonna share ourselves." You smiled.

"Ew. It's so cringe,______. Your lips gonna die virgin. You get it." Taehyung arrogantly said.

"What's so ever. But you're so early at home? Any special reason or were you missing me?" You asked giggling.

"Ah! That girl. She's the worst. I mean she runied my whole mood. She didn't even know how to moan." Taehyung sighed.

"I see. You were making out again and she wasn't good at it.?" You asked.

"No,she was good but she didn't moaning my name. That's the thing. Moaning is important." Taehyung said.

"Why? You want to hear her screams? Ew." You chuckled.

"It's the best thing. The pleasure in hearing your name when you're getting pleasure is insane. But she's just so silent. That's so important. That motivates me to go hard you know." Taehyung gritted.

"Well, you're just overreacting and nothing. How even moaning matters if anyone is good.!" You yawned.

"Huh. You will not get it. You still are a huge Virgin. Moreover your lips are too virgin. You have such a sad life,_____" Taehyung chuckled.

"I'm not like you. The one who got my lips will be special. Huh." You exclaimed.

A deep silence between two of you turned. Taehyung gazed on your orange plump lips with his pointed eyes. And then he smirked.

"How your lips will taste?" Taehyung smirked.

"Umm.. stop your flirting skills at me. You dickhead." You growned.

"Just kidding. I know it will taste like your peach Chapstick. I used it infinity of times. So I don't need to know." Taehyung chuckled.

"Now, go upstairs and sleep. Tomorrow it's my first day of school. I don't know how the kids gonna treat me there. I'm worried." You sighed.

"Don't worry, I always got your back,____" he pinched your cheeks.

"Thanks for always. Good night, bye. Sleep well, baby Kook." You wished him and went to your bedroom and slept.

Walking down the streets for the school. You looked at Tae , he was playfully kicking the rock across the road and he seems really happy. But on the side, you're super nervous for your first day of school. The hands keeps getting wet of sweat. You again remembered if you have take all your books and stationary in place. You dressed well and you look great as a high school kid. You keep on calculating things you need to tell others to befriend with them. And finally with handful of step counting you arrived on the front gate of your new school. It was huge, big then your previous school. Paintings, article and quotes all over the wall. The names of the top grade student at the board. You were excited to go inside and explore more but your nervousness can be seen.

"____,you look so nervous. Don't worry. I'm here. Student are quite friendly. You gonna love this place. Trust me." Taehyung smiled.

"Y-yeah. I have to love this place." You confidently answered and both of you entered the building.

With entering Tae just left you and went to a group of boys. You decide to find your class on your own and explore the school. The walls were coloured in yellow and purple. Neat and cleanliness all over. You look for the twelve C class at the school map and make your way there. Student are quite disciplined there, sitting at their places and making zero chaos. Looking at all the classroom you finally find yours. Not many student are there. Only some girls sitting at the last benches goosiping about something. You find a known face out of them. It's of Seulgi, Taehyung's girlfriend. He have quite a many times send you her photos. But in reality, she looks more hot and gorgeous. With out interacting with anyone you straight up choose a bench and sit. Few minutes after, the empty classroom get filled with student. You saw Tae with his group of boys. Laughing and kidding with each other. A chaos shifted when they entered. But at your surprise, Tae even didn't look at your face or talked to you. He completely ignored you. But then the teacher walks into and everyone settles to their place.

"Good morning kiddos. I think you probably have seen our new student,____. Introduce yourself to the class,____." Teacher asked me.

"Hey, I'm _____ from Daegu. Your new highschool classmate. Please treat me well." You introduced.

Everyone just rolled their eyes, pretending like they didn't even care about me. No one even came up to you to befriend. The class was horrible basically the kids there. But Tae's behaviour is the most shocking, he didn't even asked or introduce any of his friends to you. You felt really guilty to be there only for Tae. The teacher was kind to gave you enough attention and praising. You answered well in the class as no one other than you was interested in the class. For the first few classes you didn't speak to anyone but at last you thought of talking to Tae.

During the lunch time,you went up to the last few benches which were covered with boys. There your bestie was also present. You walked to him, but all the boys were looking at you. They were making laughing faces or most probably mocking you for talking to Tae.

"Tae, you want to have lunch with me?" You asked him.

He felt a little uncomfortable while speaking to you. "umm.. actually I don't really eat with anyone. We boys gonna eat together. Go help yourself." He rolled his eyes.

You just can't processed what he said. You still were blank. You thought of yourself what he mean by not eat with anyone. He was your fucking bestie and why he was pretending that he don't know you. You felt regretted asking him and walked out of there.

"Another gold digger, Taehyung. Don't let the girl trap you."

"I don't know that she also will be like everyone."

"Taehyung, she's hitting on you. Your pretty face always traps everyone gaze."

"This little nerd also have a taste to ask the most popular guy like Taehyung for lunch. Huh."

Everyone started to speak trash about you. You were just hearing everything carefully. Trying hard not to cry or fall a tear. Tae is literally standing there and hearing all that shit about you and not letting them stop. He just hummed with everyone. You were keep on cussing your self for thinking about anyone betterment. Those tear can't hold but fall from your eyes. You let out a sigh and ignored all of that and ate your lunch.

You were so distrubed that you decide to take a break from the classes and sit on library. You started to read a book comfortably.

"Taehyung, What's I'm hearing? The new nerd is hitting on you?" Seulgi asked

"Ya. You know, perks of being the most popular kid." Taehyung smirked

"Basically I came up to you, cause I just want to tell you that our contract of being a couple is gonna end." Seulgi said.

"Thank god. At last you get the boy you were looking for? Then let's post that officially. Taehyung and Seulgi broke up." Taehyung excitedly said.

"But before that you have to do one thing. That boy whom I'll be dating should know that we broke up because you cheated on me. Okay?" Seulgi said.

"I cheated, why? Then how would we show that I cheated? Any plan." Taehyung sighed.

"Kiss the new girl,____" Seulgi smirked.

"What? No way. She's my bes-" Taehyung stopped mid way.

"She's hitting on you. Then if you kiss her, then probably she also get happy. And you're for sure a fuckboi. So go for it." Seulgi said.

"It's enough. I'm not going to kiss anyone. Shut up." Taehyung arrogantly said.

"Well, then I think I should reveal your secret to everyone. Huh? Do you want it?" Seulgi rolled her eyes.

"But it's totally wrong. I ca-" Tae frowned

"You have to. Or else your secret will be no longer a secret." Seulgi giggled devilishly.

"Umm.. uh.. Fine. I will." Taehyung sighed.

He thought about you so much. He even know that you have high expectations for your first kiss. He knows you haven't kissed anyone. That's you're pure. But he realized that after all you were his bestie. The one you trust the most. The one you love the most. Starting from the birth you were with each other. He realized that you were gonna accept his mistake to take away your first kiss.

Reading your favourite novel of all time. You feel someone call you from behind. You take a look at the back and see it was Tae. You make a annoyance face at him cause he was acting like he don't know you.

"Hey." Tae underconfidently said.

"What?" You growned.

"Umm.. can you lend me something?" Taehyung said and looks at Seulgi and her group who was watching you both.

"Why are you acting so weird today? Don't you know me?" You asked.

"I said can you lend me something?" Tae arrogantly bunched the table Infront of you. It's like he desperately need you.

"Ya!" You screamed.

He walks closer enough to close his dark eyes. He softly breathed across your soft cheeks. You hitched and took a back from the chair. But he pinned you with hand on your arms. You were just going to tell him to stop. But he quietly plant a kiss on your smooth peach lips. For some seconds the moment was out of control, you can feel his plump red juicy lips of your. He again pushed you further to kiss back. Without your knowledge, you can't resist his lips and kissed him back. His soft delicate tongue hit your teeth, you just asked him to enter all along your mouth. The kiss you first shared with your own bestie. But as you gather the knowledge of what's happening, you just pushed Tae so hard with all your strength. He hit across the wall. The moment was shabby, you never thought something like this you have to face in your entire lifetime.

The anger of your first kiss going away, gives you severe pain. That pain turns to anger. You got panic how your own best friend can do this to you. You realized he's isn't trustworthy anymore. He was the same men like everyone who just want to get into your pants. You shuttered to even remind the memory. You looked at Tae with your anger and panic face, he was looking dumfounded.

You walks up to him and straight up slap him in his golden cheeks.

[normal-thoughts-official]

I LOVE LOVE LOVE YOUR BEAUTY AND THE BEAST IDEA. But may I also propose: Magnus cursed from a young age (probably bc of Asmodeus) that anyone who touches him is hurt by a blast of magic he can't control. (This may result in his mother's death). He locks himself away of his own will. Alec teaches then that it's fear that makes him lash out. Featuring: touch starved Magnus.

this idea is GENIUS actually and i love it. tbh me and my friend have a similar idea that we talk to each other about (lol) but it isn't a B&B thing, its more of an adventure AU. anyway, lets go!

so in this universe i guess magnus banished asmodeus like in the original sh verse but asmodeus cursed him with the "everyone you touch will be in indescribable pain" thing. maybe just as revenge, maybe to try and use it as bargaining chip because okay magnus, is it freedom that u want? u want to be able to have ur own friends and ur own life? fine. get me back, and ill leave u alone, and ull be free to have friends again. if not, ull be still isolated just like before. so is it gonna be win-win, or lose-lose?

but magnus doesn't budge because he knows that if he lets asmodeus free things will only get worse not only for him, but for the whole world. he is too dangerous to be out there. so, magnus resigns to his fate

and i guess in this version he wouldnt have a lot of close friends because he had been with asmodeus his whole life before he was cursed, so he was just. alone in his self-imposed isolation with no one to talk to. maybe he enchants the furniture so they gain sentience but they can't really feel pain, so at least he has someone to talk to. god im so fucking sad already

so is the furniture his friends in canon? im not entirely sure how i feel about that but also the idea of ragnor as that clock from the original movie is great. thats my most important thought on the subject ngl

btw its 4 degrees Celsius in here so im typing with gloves on so ull have to excuse my typos i am a mere brazilian and i want death

anyway okay so i guess his friends are like pieces of furniture that he spelled into sentience and they aren't his servants or anything cuz that's gross but they just like, hang out. wow im actually managing to type pretty well all things considered

so at least magnus has people to talk to but he's still touch starved because you know... a clock can't hug you and that'd just be weird. maybe them becoming sentient was an accident? lmao like magnus just wanted to automate some functions like having the clock talk to tell him the time or something and it turned out that they became sentient. possibly his magic is a little fucky because of the curse so that's why that happened? or maybe he just is way more powerful than he realizes and we all know he invented the spells he used to try and automate the things anyway. but if he gets people to talk to, well, he's not complaining

im focusing too much on this. anyway. id also like to note that im making rapha the cook/stove thing because i mean, come on. it's right there

and ok i guess alec comes into this because he uhhhhhh no u know i might go with that izzy thing. so izzy ran away from home because of maryse's bullshit and alec was sent to bring her back. so he was going after her but in the middle of the path there was the whole wolf attack thing that scared off his horse and LUCKILY magnus' house/tower/whatever was right next!!! so of course they take alec and his horse in but also WHOOPS there's a huge snowstorm that lasts for days (par the course for where magnus lives, actually. he DID want somewhere people would avoid. but also i think maybe his magic being fucky has something to do with it) so i guess alec is stuck at magnus' for the foreseeable future

which is HELL for magnus because he is terrified out of his mind that they will accidentally touch and alec will be hurt. and like.... his Constant Crave For Touch is already bad on a regular day, but having someone who could actually hug him in theory just makes it worse, you know? he hasn't interacted with other human beings in so long, just having one there is enough to make his need for touch almost unbearable and just... completely constant. it's hell

so magnus is scared, which means that he keeps to himself. so he tells alec not to go into his room, he tries not to eat at the same time, and other stuff like that, bUT his friends keep sabotaging his plans because they want him to have another friend, jesus christ!! (rapha being like "come on now magnus, you don't want my soup to get cold, do you? i'll be deeply offended. i guess you have no choice but to eat with alec". so magnus goes but the first thing he does is magic his regular table into a gigantic rectangular table with 41908410 seats and seat on on the side opposite to alec. alec just sighs

so like he's constantly coming across as rude because he is trying to avoid alec, alec just doesn't know why

but alec is also a stubborn bitch who goes stir crazy and refuses to just sit around isolated doing nothing while they wait for the stupid storm to finally be over so he can go get his sister. and magnus saved his life, so it's the least he can do to repay him in some way. besides, this is what, the first time that he's been completely away from his mom? for such a long time too? and he's finding that he feels... weirdly free and just relieved and he doesn't want to waste that opportunity with standing idly around alone all day. he had enough of that at home, thank you very much

besides yeah magnus is being rude but alec is used to straight up assholes and abusers (jace. i'm talking about jace. also maryse ofc but mostly jace) and magnus is not that. in fact he makes very polite conversation and is actually pretty fun during dinner, all things considered. he's just.... super private, i guess

AND magnus' friends are all being a nightmare with the making them interact so you know. they end up interacting. and alec makes it a point to help him take care of his house because it is a certified Depression Lair™. magnus can take care of it magically but it's like... so dark and almost suffocating at times and there is stuff like bad painting and piping problems that he never bothered to fix because it isn't affecting the functionality too much but it DOES makes life harder and alec "everything must be at 100% always" lightwood is not here for it so for a few days they are working on fixing the house and... magnus actually feels a lot better when the place has actual sunlight and looks inviting and like a home, he has to admit. when he says that to alec it might be the first time he's given him a real smile and man, is alec smitten

sidenote i guess this means that magnus doesn't exactly... dress well in this au lmaoo i mean it makes sense too because canonically magnus uses dressing up as a way to convey an image of power and untouchability and he doesn't really need that in this AU since he is completely isolated. so i guess he is a bit more like twi magnus - bare-faced and wearing comfortable clothes and the like. this isn't a twi au i'm just saying that it makes more sense for him to dress like that in that context

anyway. after the whole house fixing thing, they officially become friends. it turns out that alec also knows a bit about what it's like to feel isolated and touch-starved (altho he's always had izzy to help in that department, but still) and also what crappy parents are like. magnus shows alec his little mirror that he's enchanted to be able to show him anything he wants and how he uses it to be able to see all the places in the world he'd like to visit - he loves people, he loves culture, and sometimes it's all he can do to watch what's going on in Mumbai and it makes him feel a little better, so, he does that. he also admits that sometimes he catches on some drama happening and uses the mirror to see the people involved and make sure they are okay. kinda like a soap opera of his own but he has the means to interfere and help because of magic, so he will have someone who's struggling with money suddenly find hidden cash or have an "unknown dead relative" give them a lot of money in their will, or something like that. and if he also watches some of their personal drama that unfolds, well. he is lonely and it's not hurting anyone

but magnus doesn't tell him about the curse, and he still makes sure to keep his distance. it stings a little to alec, but it hurts magnus the most because fuck, maybe he just desperately needs someone who will give him the time of day, but he likes this guy and that only makes it harder to keep his distance. he makes it a point to always be at at least two arms length from alec, which alec thankfully respects and doesn't try to get him to breach, but. shit. it's still so hard to not want to just rest his head on his shoulder or get a hug or even fucking touch pinkies like stupid children and he can't. alec even once jokingly suggests that they have a ball since magnus doesn't know how to dance and magnus is actually excited for a second before he remembers that he can't, it would have to mean that alec touches him, and he can't

someone - maybe ragnor - even suggests that maybe he could try gloves and heavy clothing so alec isn't really touching him but magnus refuses to try because he doesn't want to risk it not working and alec getting hurt, because he'd never forgive himself. besides, getting a taste would only make it hurt more. he can't. he can't

but it's alright because at least he has some human company - he loves his friends, he does, fiercely, but it's different when they kind of have no choice but to be with him and also are enchanted creatures. he doesn't even know if they aren't nice to him just because he enchanted them into life, even tho to be fair if he had a choice ragnor wouldn't be that grouchy - and alec makes him laugh and gets him and helped make his place feel more like home, a little bit. and he can pretend that he feels the warmth from alec's body when they are sitting by the fire and feed these crumbs to his desperate need for touch and company

and then the snowstorm ends and it's time for alec to go

honestly, alec himself is kind of heartbroken, but- he loves his sister, and he can't just leave her alone in god knows where, even if he dreads the thought of coming back home now that he's been away from his family for so long. but magnus doesn't want to keep him, and doesn't want alec to feel pity for him, so he's all but pushing alec out of the door (not literally, of course. he can't do that, it would mean touching him) all "go, go, you never know when another storm might start. go see your sister. take my mirror, you can find her more easy". and alec's all "but it's been the only thing-" and magnus waves him off, of course, all "i can always make myself another one. besides, you'll have something to remember me by. now go"

so.... alec goes

and hooo boy magnus is heartbroken and a mess because even tho he knew how much having someone else there helped he had almost forgotten what it was like to be the only human in the house. he just feels extra lonely and even kind of bad about it because hey, his friends are there - not that they begrudge him for it, of course. it's not like they don't also hope for the chance to get out of the house and do other things, but well. they can't. so they understand him. and they know how awful he's feeling right then, but what can they do?

meanwhile alec finds izzy pretty quickly - she's living with this one insufferable villager named clary that alec absolutely can't stand, but- she's happy. and she doesn't want to come back, which alec expected, but he finds that he can't actually insist for her to come back. how could he, when he himself doesn't want to go?

and izzy insists that he stays with her - there's no reason for him to come back. they can stay in the village, and work, and build a life for themselves. alec is the only thing she's been missing ever since she left, and in here the both of them can actually be happy. and do it together, like they're meant to

and when he first gets into the village is the first time since izzy ran away that he was hugged and fuck, it's hard to say no to her

but also... he misses magnus already

and he doesn't know if he can just stay and leave him behind

and of course izzy is like "who is magnus?" so alec tells her the story, how he was attacked by wolves and rescued by this house that miraculously was in the middle of the single most inhospitable placealec had ever seen in his life. and the kind but wary stranger who always keeps his distance but seems so eager for connection, who made alec feel welcome and laugh and feel like he built a life for himself there

and clary tells him that she's heard of the story, but she never knew it was more than a legend - no one really remembers what happened. some say that magnus made a sacrifice to rid the village of a demon, and it turned him into a beast, forever locked in his castle. some say that he himself is the demon, and it's the tower that's containing him and keeping the village safe. some even say that he died battling the demon, and it's his ghost that keeps watch on the tower

she wants alec to explain which one is true, but it's all alec can say that none of these are right and he knows nothing because magnus never told him. all alec knows is that he doesn't want to leave magnus behind

and clary is like... well, if he's not a demon or a ghost, maybe we could bring him to the village too. he has magic, right? he could bring the tower closer. and maybe the other villagers could, you know, visit him and hang out. and he wouldn't be as lonely, and then alec and izzy could both stay

driven by this failproof plan, they decide to go back to magnus and tell him their great idea

except they are IDIOTS and forget about. you know. the damn wolves

and like holy shit is this pack big or what? like no seriously why are there infinite wolves in that one singular pack in beauty and the beast. like holy shit dude there's more wolves near the beast's house than in the whole yellowstone park

anyway there are Many Wolves and while alec is a good archer, izzy is a fantastic fighter, and clary is Fucking Crazy if you give her something stabby, there's only so many wolves they can take on at the same time

good thing magnus is a pining idiot who did in fact make himself another magic mirror and was watching alec with it. so he knows that the dumbass is in trouble and for the first time in years, he uses the portal (his own invention, and he had never gotten to use it before!) to get to them and fight off the wolves

so magnus saves all their lives, at the cost of getting severely injured and passing the fuck out. izzy, who's the one closest, runs to get to him and help put him on one of their horses... and is immediately hit by a blast of magic that almost makes HER pass tf out too

which is when they finally learn that, oh. that is the curse

izzy is fine, of course - the pain ended as soon as she was away from magnus

but it does pose the problem of How The Fuck Are They Getting Him Back To Safety, because they can't exactly wait for magnus to wake up (it's freezing, for starters) but with this amount of pain it won't be physically possible for them to hoist him up and get him on the horse. shit, will the curse work on the horse?

they bring alec's horse (by far the strongest of them because alec is huge buff mcgee) and try to get him to touch magnus and the spell does NOT work on the horse because in order to be dramatic asmodeus was like "you shall never feel human touch again" when he cast the spell, which accidentally gave a LOOPHOLE for non-human animals. so magnus could have had cats the whole time, which he had always dreamed of, but he didnt want to risk testing. besides, his house would be a poor environment for a cat and [self torture noises]

anyway thats one less problem to deal with, 99 to go, so they use some ropes to hoist magnus on top of the horse and bring him back to the tower (it's closer than the village) so they can tend to his wounds. thankfully, as the assigned Big Brother of a very irresponsible izzy, alec has experience with first aid, altho he never really dealt with anything quite this bad. and magnus' friends help, too, as much as they can. inevitably this means that alec ends up touching him even if by accident sometimes, but he knows what to expect so he Powers Through It because he won't let magnus die, damn. and as horrible as that is alec has experience with powering through pain, so. he's gonna bandage him up god damn it

izzy can't stand to see him dealing with that himself tho, so she helps, and clary ends up helping as well because they figure sharing the pain makes it easier and alec doesn't have to be too hurt. minimal touching accidents for alec! good

*narrator voice* And Then Magnus Wakes Up And Alec Hugs Him

full on launches on top of him and brings him into his arms and Magnus screams like NONONO OH MY GOD WHAT ARE YOU DOING ALEC NO GET OFF ME YOU'LL BE HURT and his shock and distress at the whole thing sends another whole blast of magic that explodes that whole mf before it can touch alec and alec feels no pain and magnus is like.............. did i just COUNTER the spell? and everyone's like well! it looks like u did!

which earns him ANOTHER hug (oh my god alec stop he's so stressed out by this) (who knew alec was so touchy?) and this time he's paying attention to that gut reaction and because magnus is a Certified Magic Genius he realizes what it is that he's doing to counter the spell and immediately starts working on a way to turn this into unhexxing himself for good

which he DOES after some time idk how long but alec stays with him meanwhile and maybe izzy and clary do too, because magnus needs all the company he can get and besides, izzy has always wanted adventure and clary has never left the village before, so this is interesting to them at least. and magnus gets to meet new ppl which is nice

eventually the Begone Spell spell is performed and it works and turns out that when it does that it also unfucks magnus' magic and perfects his sentience spell turning all of his friends into humans WOW WHOD HAVE THOUGHT. so all of them are free to leave the tower as ppl at the same time and GROUP HUG!! and magnus cries like a baby in the group hug because holy shit hes been needing something like this so bad for so long and he never expected to have that with his friends but here he is :)

and then yeah they all move to the village to live a simple but fulfilling life and Magnus and Alec start living together in a little cottage and become husbands the end <3 this is so long too rip me

[goldheartedsky]

Hi, this is an apology because i have been a part of the people who have harassed you on tumblr and i am so sorry. I was ignorant and misinformed about the whole situation.I have been following lgbtmazight and her tumblr friends since i entered the tog fandom, that means for almost for a year. Now I feel decieved!! A few days back I saw the long post about lgbtmazight and i thought it was just some made up thing. So i was waiting to see their response for this and i was constantly checking the other blogs too that are friends with hers.Other than some shitty excuses ,i found nothing.

I can't believe that i trusted everything they posted.I reblogged and liked everything they wrote, including things they said about you. I am so sorry. I saw the posts that you made too about what had actually happened in the server about the whole antisemitism -zionism conversation, but i thought you were lying like they said. I believed the person who posted the "apology", and still lied about what had happened. Now, i connected all dots. Of course lgbtmazight would only side with the person who made the antisemitic comments and theres proof that she too is an antisemitist.

I am a non english speaking brown person and i feel like i betrayed myself and my community. I never knew they were bullying and harassing actual poc and muslims.I saw that she used racial slurs on marwan kenzari and none of her tumblr friends are talking about it!! I have unfollowed and blocked all these people. I hope many like me did the same, if they haven't either they are just stupid or racist!!

I feel so bad that i believed these racists and somehow took part in their whole strategy of harassing people.Looking back i dont actually remember any of them posting or reblogging anything about bullying or harassing in the fandom. Its because they knew they were the bullies.Fucking liars!!

Again i am so sorry for somehow hurting you when they were the liars. God knows, what other posts with a whole sack of lies I have supported.

I just want to start off by saying thank you for sending this and, in all honesty, when I first read this, I actually started crying. Like, full on sobbing. This situation has been so hard to watch unfold because I almost left the fandom over what was being said about me and the messages I got, and then to see people in the fandom who I once respected either stay silent about this or double down on protecting her has been just another slap in the face.

I just want to commend you on having the guts to own up to what you did and the lies you believed—both about her and what was said about me. It takes a lot to admit when you were wrong and to actually apologize directly to the people you’ve hurt. Not a lot of people have owned up to this. You’re the first to apologize to me.

Thank you for sending this to me. I really needed it.

Also, if you feel comfortable, please don’t hesitate to message me off-anon. I promise I don’t bite and I really would love to thank you in person.

[fangirl-everythang]

Happy Father's Day Part 3

Summary: 3/3 Well, its the last part.

Warning: Sad, Mentions Death.

Word Count: 2269

"Harry? " I answer the phone.

"It's not Harry but glad you know your numbers." that high pitch annoying ass voice squeals. Rubbing my stomach, the baby's in go position and any day now my oven will be done baking. And of course, this bitch is answering his phone.

"Well bye-bye just thought you should know where he was at. " In the background, I hear Harry's voice going on about something so it must be true. Hanging up I sigh letting the hot tears roll down my cheeks. Stupid, stupid, stupid. I blame myself really, I let him back into my life and this doesn't surprise me. I gotta pee.

Waddling over to the bathroom door a gasp leaves my mouth feeling the surge of liquids fall between my legs. Holy shit. My water broke! Fuck gotta go. Thankful my bag was already in the car. Harry had insisted once I hit the 36-week mark claiming Styles's are either early or fashionably late.

Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. My knuckles turning white as I grasp the wheel. Nope, I'm not pushing anything out of my vagina. Can't do it. I refuse.

The contraction going away after a few brief moments of completely unreasonable pain. Dialing the numbers, I know by second nature, thankfully she picks up on the fourth ring.

"I don't think you should drive y/n"

" Just call 911. I'm almost there! " Gemma ecstatically shouts. She's just like her brother, "Where's Harrold? "

I put the seatbelt on and wince. It's just 28 minutes I can do this. "He's with his whore."

I can hear an audible gasp, "he wouldn't he's so excited for Athena"

"Well I just called him and she answered. " I grunt keeping my eyes on the two lanes ahead of me. Fuck I hate merging lanes people don't know how to drive.

"I'll be at the hospital as soon as possible but my phones gonna-" the line went dead. She did say she was on like 10% oh well.

I can do this just focus y/n. "Hear that baby girl we're almost there, hang on okay Hunny. " I say as a reminder to myself that soon I'll be leaving with another human with me.

6 miles to go that's what I'm talking about, another sharp pain spreads throughout my abdomen while waiting for the light to turn green. "OH COME ON. FOR FUCKS SAKE!" they're getting closer by the minute. Shit. Arriving at a four-way intersection. I'm relieved to be at a red light, the contractions are longer and much more frequent. "Almost there Athena, this is the last light and a straight shot from there."

Abruptly my car is jerked forward with a sharp impact pushing to the oncoming lights. All I see are lights from both directions colliding with my 3,000-pound piece of metal. Sounds of shattering glass and sirens are the last thing I hear before it all fades to black.

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Harry's POV

"Has anyone seen Mr. Style's phone?" The helpful aid asked around the dressing room. I could've sworn I put it down for a moment. Y/n could go into labor any minute now and how I am supposed to know. Fuck. I'm stupid.

I was supposed to be here to perform and list nominees and then go back home to y/n. I can't wait to propose to her, she's all I could ever want and she's giving me the most wonderful gift I could ever ask for. Running a hand through my damp hair, the lights really build a sweat, I hear a familiar voice. "Looking for this lover? " she asks slipping my phone into my pocket.

"Good luck at home. " she smiles and winks. Before I could question it she walks away.

Looking down at the device my heart skips a beat, I have 146 missed calls. And I've been gone for 5 hours. Seeing Gemma's name on the screen again I swipe to answer.

"Hell-"

"Harry," she says sniffling.

"Gemma what's wrong? did I miss it? Oh my god I hope not"

"I think it would be best if you came now Harry." she breaks her voice cracking.

"Gem what?"

"Listen Harry, she needs you right now so please." she cries. Not needing another word, I tell Jackson the address and that I need to be there as fast as possible, 45 minutes later we're pulling into the Labor and Delivery section of the hospital.

"Congrats Harry!" Jackson says letting me out at the door. "Thank you!" I beam back at him.

Seeing Gemma, her eyes are puffy with tears still flowing. "Gem what's wro-," a sharp pain to my right cheek stings. Never has Gemma hit me like that, well not since I cut her prom dress. "How could you Harry? Cheat on her again WITH TAYLOR for Christ sakes!" She yells.

"I didn't cheat," I explain to my sister as calm as I can.

She looks at me with wild eyes pulling me into a hallway with fewer people, "Then what happened Harrold?" I clench my jaw instead of speaking, how dare she accuse me of cheating on my pregnant soon-to-be fiancé. Y/n Styles has a great catch don't you think?

"Is she here yet? Gem where are they?" I ask ready to see my new family.

She begins crying again "Harry there was an accident." Those five words make my breathing come to a halt. My heart shatters in a million pieces "Is Y/n okay? What happened?" She begins walking me to a door. "This one," she points. Looking through the glass I see y/n with bruises and cuts to her beautiful face, her stomach nearly deflated from when I last saw her this morning, a cast on a swollen leg of hers, and a sling holding a very damaged arm. Tears brim at my eyes looking at my love on that hospital bed. "She's awake." Gemma walks past me running to the outside.

I gently knock on the door, waiting for a response which I don't get. "Y/n?" I approach her almost as If I were going to help an injured puppy. "Hey love" I smile at her which she glares at me and then turns wincing in pain. "You wanted this didn't you Harry?" I look at her confused. "This is probably great for you, a way out. Well leave." She states using whatever energy she can find.

"Baby I didn't want- I want you and Athena" She breaks down in uncontrollable tears.

"You were with that her and couldn't even bother to pick up your phone!" she screams. "Y/n I wasn-" a knock at the door interrupts my sentence, "Come in" She says glaring at me as a nurse opens the door.

"Hey there Mama, we have a visitor." the nurse wheel in a tiny cart that has a bunch of equipment coming from it. She looks at me and asks Y/n, "Is this dad?" she nods and rolls her eyes. "About time you made it!" She smiles my way. Placing the beautiful baby in front of us. She's so small and fragile. "The doctor will be in shortly to talk to you." She states picking up the tiny child and putting her in Y/n's arm.

"Hi pumpkin," Y/n coos into her ear. "Guess who decided to show?" She smiles, a tear falling from the corner of her eye. She nods her head towards me as I go to hold her. She's so soft and precious. Her small eyes have a gorgeous mix of both mine and Y/n's. She has such a cute round face, I couldn't imagine her looking any different.

"Hi there angel, I'm so sorry I was late." I see a spot dampen on her blanket that surrounds her, knowing that I'm crying. Her small eyes shining like twinkling stars. So small I can feel her fragile body between my large hands.

Another knock before the door opens when several doctors walk in. "Mrs. Y/ln, unfortunately, we have some bad news,"

"Oh, hello there Mr. Styles." They state acknowledging my existence. One of the female doctors places a black and white image on the lighted board illuminating the small figure.

"Unfortunately, due to the accident, Athena has suffered from what we call a fetomaternal hemorrhage."

"What exactly are you saying?" Y/n ask looking at the child still in my arms.

The slightly shorter male doctor points to the image. "This is an abscess of blood in the brain. Unfortunately, the risk is too large to operate. I'd give her another day at most."

"You m-mean," Tears start pouring down her face" I was so scared she was hurt. I-I promise I saw the light it was red, and I-I stopped but," She began heaving losing more air with each word. I gently rub her back as I cradle Athena with one arm.

"She's still being monitored but I'm afraid she won't have much longer." The first doctor breaks the silence. "According to the police report the car that struck you from behind happened to be a drunk driver, Gage Joyce." I can feel the anger surging through me. "I remember the clashing of metal, glass breaking, the sirens but it all went b-black." She mumbles, seemingly remembering the awful experience. I grab her hand in hopes of comforting her but it doesn't seem to work.

"After striking your car at 72 mph it had ample force to push your vehicle into the opposite traffic. Your vehicle took the most impact and was hit by four other cars. On scene, EMT's said you were in and out of consciousness mumbling about a baby. Taken and brought to the L&D." he finishes.

"Fetomaternal hemorrhages are often caused by trauma and sometimes can be revered but in this case, we've done all we can do." They all frown looking at the small girl still in my arms.

"No, there's got to be more you can bloody do! We're in a hospital for Christ sakes!" I exclaim, passing my daughter to the love of my life. She gently caresses her soft skin. She's literally a perfect combination of us. I cannot lose my family.

"You can leave, thank you all for your help." y/n says quietly, they oblige by her wishes and leave us with our daughter.

"Harry," she wipes a tear from her face cautious of the IV placed on her hand, "If what they say is true, I just want to spend time with her." She sniffles. I nod understanding. She looks back at the small being in her arms, "Hi pretty girl, Mommy's so happy to meet you," she unfolds the blanket from her. I sit next to her on the small bed in the room that smells of sterilization. Placing my finger near hers' she wraps her small hand around my thumb, her grip so tight for someone so small. Y/n kisses her forehead, "Harry," she runs her finger along her small legs.

"Can you sing the song?" nodding and softly singing Isn't she Lovely by Stevie Wonder, in the small hospital bed as our new life falls asleep. All night I watch her little chest rise and fall allowing y/n to get some rest soon following my two loves.

By the early morning, nurses are rushing in because of the loud beeping from the monitor, waking y/n and I. It feels like everything is happening so fast but in slow motion right in front of me. Those three words are the ones I didn't want to hear. "No! no. I have to take her home. She's gotta go home..." Y/n screams, not being able to see her face due to the tears in my eyes falling and rebuilding themselves faster than the speed of light. "Call it." One of the nurses shouts.

"Time of Death 6:18 am March 7th, 2019"

As they cleared out the room, I see her small lifeless body curled into a blanket, almost as if she were sleeping, but no longer do breaths fall from her small heart-shaped lips.

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Y/n hasn't said a word since we got in the car. It's been four days since we lost Athena. She slowly climbs into the car, still sore from the accident and birth. I go to the backseat holding back my emotions and putting the empty car-seat in the trunk of the car that should have been holding three of us.

Starting the silent journey back home she continues to look out of the window, a frown etched on her mouth, tears rolling down her cheeks as she instinctively touches her somewhat deflated stomach. What kind of sick joke is this?

"Harry why were you with her?" she asks me looking down at what used to be her baby bump.

"I wasn't love, she took my phone while I was on stage." She just nods and remains silent until we pull up to the flat. She begins walking up the stairs as best she can. "Y/n wait, let me help."

"No Harry!" She yells. Pain evident in her voice, ignoring her I open the door and help her inside. "Harry I can't do this." I stare at her confused, "What can't you do y/n?"

"Us Harry. I can't look at you and not think of her." She sobs.

"Y/n we can-" I try to reason with her.

"No Harry, please just go." She whispers.

"I'm not losing both of you," I state holding back my own sobs. I feel like everything feels like it's getting smaller around me, suffocating in grief.

"You already have."

A/N: What can I say I have a thing for dark endings. Anyways I really appreciate the support loves. I hope you enjoy these! Right now I've been working on a Loki piece, I'm so excited for it. I changed the writing style tho, so it's not 1st person per usual. I think it's going pretty well so far.

xoxo Janelle

[forever-your-soldat]

Warning: kinda very angsty

It was as loud as ever in the compound, what with a party from Tony Stark making the night feel lively, but Y/n couldn't help but find it quiet as she sat on the couch, watching as everyone busied themselves around her. She never really bothered since Natasha was always there to get her and whisk her into their own private space.

But she wasn't there.

Y/n watched with sad eyes as Natasha spoke with Carol.

It had been like that ever since she came back.

Maybe it was from the five years she had disappeared. Natasha had no one until Carol came and helped her. As much as she tries not to think about it, five years was a long time for a person to wait. But Y/n hoped that their love was different.

She had hoped that Natasha truly did love her and that her absence didn't make her love grow less.

But seeing her now, eyes lighting up as she spoke with the blonde, had her heart breaking to pieces. Never mind that it was already in pieces after the weeks that she would see the two spending more time together than Natasha did with her own girlfriend.

Carol was strong though. Beautiful and smart, too. Of course, Natasha would love to have someone like that. She was literally out of this world and she was exactly the type of person that would keep Natasha on her toes with a sense of thrill so long as they were together.

So Y/n watched from the side, allowing her heart to break as she watched the woman she loved happy with someone else.

It had been way too quiet and Y/n just didn't feel like talking to anyone. Frankly, she just wanted to crawl into bed and never leave, but she can't keep sulking. She can't keep hurting.

She's given it a lot of thought, and tonight... maybe tonight was the night she finally said her goodbyes. Properly this time.

"Stone cold, stone cold, you see me standing, but I'm dying on the floor." Her voice was low, wrapped in her emotions but she willed herself to stay composed as people listened after Tony shoved her onto the stage.

"Stone cold, stone cold, maybe if I don't cry, I won't feel anymore." She had to shut her eyes and inhaled sharply before opening her mouth to continue. "Stone cold, baby, God knows I tried to feel happy for you, know that I am, even if I can't understand, I'll take the pain." Her voice trembled and it alerted Natasha as she finally looked away from the blonde to find her girlfriend's eyes, only for her to lock on Y/n's figure, standing on the stage and her lips formed into a small smile.

Though as soon as Y/n's eyes reopened, her smile disappeared at the unshed tears that were begging to escape. "Give me the truth, me and my heart, we'll make it through. If happy is her, I'm happy for you."

Their eyes locked and Natasha saw all the hurt, all the unsaid things in those bright e/c eyes that she felt a pang of pain wash over her.

"You're dancing with her, while I'm staring at my phone. Stone cold, stone cold, I was your amber, but now she's your shade of gold." Y/n offered her a small smile and Natasha immediately felt her heart sink. She knew that look. It was the same look Y/n gave her when they were fighting Ultron. It was when Y/n had finally told her how she felt, but ran into the battlefield right before she could answer her.

"Don't wanna be stone cold, I wish I could mean this but here's my goodbye." The first tear fell and Natasha quickly excused herself from her conversation with Carol.

How could she have been so stupid? Y/n was right there, seeing everything unfold before her but she didn't say a single thing.

Seeing her now, shattered and broken, Natasha felt like she was being suffocated and it didn't help that she couldn't pass through the throng of people that blocked her from her girlfriend.

"I'm happy for you, know that I am, even if I can't understand."

Girlfriend.

Her girlfriend was watching her run to someone else's arms, someone else's comfort and she felt the world crashing down on her as she tried to hurry to the front, forcing her way through that she didn't even care about the annoyed looks people sent her way.

"If happy is her, if happy is her..." Their eyes locked one more time before Y/n let out a small breath. "I'm happy for you."

As the song ended, Y/n was quick to leave the stage and exited the room. Natasha gave chase, her heart pounding in her ribcage as she desperately tried to run after her.

The one person she swore to protect, she ended up hurting more than anyone possibly could.

And the way she looked back at her when she caught her wrist just as they reached the halls made a chill run down her spine.

"Y/n, what was... what was that about?" She hated that she couldn't say anything else. But she hated that Y/n was feeling this way because of her, more.

The h/c looked down at her hand before she carefully placed the other over it and gave Natasha's hand a small squeeze. It felt as though she was squeezing her throat. "Natasha..."

No. Y/n never called her that anymore. It was either Nat or Natalia. Never Natasha.

"I can't keep doing this anymore."

Natasha was internally panicking as her grip tightened, but Y/n kept her hand still. "W-What are you talking about? We're fine, Y/n."

But she only shook her head and gave her a sad smile. "You're fine, Natasha. You're perfectly fine. But me... I'm broken."

"We can-"

But Y/n didn't let her speak, gently pulling her hand away from Natasha's before she took a step back. "You were in love with me."

"I was!" Natasha exclaimed as she desperately tried to fix the situation they were in but Y/n only nodded before she was wiping the tear that fell from her eyes.

"You were. That was five or so years ago when you were in love with me."

Y/n's forced smile made the redhead's heart clench. "Loving someone and being in love with someone are two separate things. I can tell you that I'm in love with you. I can say that without a doubt, without hesitation. But when you tell me you love me, your eyes are elsewhere." She mumbled and Natasha hastily shook her head.

"Y/n, please. Carol is a friend. There's nothing else and-"

"I never said this had anything to do with Carol."

Natasha screwed her eyes shut, tight.

This couldn't be happening. It just couldn't.

"I knew, Natasha." Y/n broke her train of thought and she was reluctant to meet her gaze. But when she did, she was pained to see the love still there, present and unconditional.

"I knew, all this time, that you would break me heart. But I trusted you and still willingly gave it to you." She whispered softly before smiling lightly. "Maybe one day I can look at you and not feel my heart hurt. Maybe one day I can be in the same room as you without feeling as though someone's strangling me."

"Please." Natasha croaked out, ignoring the hot tears that fell from her own eyes, mirroring those that stared back at her.

"You're happy. That's all I ever wanted." Y/n told her before flashing her one more smile and turning around, leaving for her room to grab her things, and soon, leaving the compound to her new location.

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What Is This Feeling: Chapter 9

Fem!9th Doctor x Male!Rose Tyler

WITF Masterlist

The last time we saw our dynamic duo they had picked up a stray from Utah. Adele was only with them for one adventure, before she almost got them killed. She also got an information port embedded into her forehead which is a big taboo. You never try and change the future or past in a dramatic way. So, the Doctor once again had to save the day. Needless to say, Adele was dumped back off at her place once they were out of danger.

Ross and the Doctor were currently relaxing in the control room throwing around ideas on which place they should explore next. The Doctor was sitting on the jumper rolling a ball between her hands.

"How about the planet of Junifer? It's really beautiful this time of year. They have one of the best flower festivals in the universe," she suggested with a smile.

Ross shook his head. He seemed really off this morning. She had asked him earlier if anything was the matter. He had denied that something was wrong. The Doctor left it at that assuming he had wanted his space. However, this was the fifth place that he had rejected.

"Alright. Is there any place that you're wanting to go to," she asked.

"Well… there is one place I've been thinking a lot about. Well it's more of a time rather than a place," He started. "I want to meet my dad. Peter Alan Tyler. The greatest man in the world. Born 15th September 1954. My mum would always take out a photo album and start telling me about him. I wasn't old enough to remember him. He died on 1987, 7th of November. It was the day that Stuart Hoskins and Sarah Clarke got married. That what mum always said. So I was thinking, could we, could we go and see my dad when he was alive," he said somberly.

"Where's this come from, all of a sudden," she furrowed her brows at him.

"All right then, if we can't, if it goes against the laws of time or something, then never mind, just leave it," he mumbled as he began to absentmindedly touch knobs on the TARDIS's console.

The Doctor furrowed her brows as she studied her favorite pink and yellow human. This was a simple adventure. There's nothing wrong with Ross wanted to see his dad alive. She was just a bit worried how Ross would take in the event. Humans seem to be much more emotional than Time Lords.

"No, I can do anything. I'm just worried about you," she gazed at her companion with concerned eyes.

"I want to see him," Ross confirmed.

"Your wish is my command," The Doctor smiled. "But be careful what you wish for."

The Time Lord hopped up onto her feet and began her dance around the console, hitting buttons, twisting knobs, pulling levers. This console is originally meant for at least 8 Time Lords to operate her. It was miracle the Doctor was able to do it by herself. Although she has had many years of practice under her belt now.

The pair arrived just in time for the wedding ceremony. They didn't want to be noticed to much in case people came asking questions, so they sat in the back pew. It wasn't very formal. Jackie didn't even wear a white dress. She was in a baby pink pencil skirt with a matching blouse and blazer. As she walked down the aisle towards Peter she seemed to be a mixture of happiness, nerves, and dare she say doubt. Peter, on the other hand, was all nerves.

"Repeat after me. I, Peter Alan Tyler, take you, Jacqueline Angela Suzette Prentice…" The officiant spoke.

"I, Peter Alan Tyler, take you, Jacqueline Angela Suzanne…" Everyone's eyes grew large with the mix up. Peter tried to correct himself but dug himself an even further hole. "Suzanne Anita…"

"That wasn't even remotely close," The Doctor thought. "I never thought I would say this, but poor Jackie. This bloke must have been sneaking around behind her back. And yet she still wants to marry him."

All eyes were on Jackie now, awaiting her response. "Oh, just carry on. It's good enough for Lady Di."

The Doctor grinned. Of course, it was such a Jackie response.

"I thought he's be taller," Ross whispered.

After the ceremony, they snuck out before the newly bride and groom could make their rounds greeting all of their guests and thanking them. They were back in the TARDIS once again.

"Well that was fun, wasn't it?" the Doctor grinned as she practically skipped around the console. She had hoped this would make her little human feel a little bit better. She hated it when he was feeling down.

Ross moved towards the Doctor slow and hesitantly. He still wore a frown on his face. His eyes were trained on the ground.

"I- I remember mum telling me that no one was there. When he died that is. It was a hit and run driver. Never found out who. He was dead when the ambulance got there," Ross finally looked up and met the Doctor's gaze. "I want to be that someone."

The Time Lord of course gave in. "November the 7th?"

"1987," he finished.

The Doctor flipped some switches and the Time Rotor once again started up. Once they landed the TARDIS parked herself between a telephone junction box and a road sign by Park Railings. They stepped outside to the sound of Never Can Say Goodbye playing off in the distance. The Doctor took a deep breath in and looked around.

"It's so weird. The day my father died. I thought I'd be all grim and stormy. It's just an ordinary day," Ross softly spoke and also gazed around.

"The past is another country. 1987's just the Isle of Wight," she looked at her companion. "Are you sure about this?"

"Yeah," he quickly replied and nodded his head. He also threw the Doctor a reassured smile.

"Alright then. Off we go," she spoke with a smile before walking off.

A few blocks away Ross stopped and stared at a road with minor disbelief.

"This is it. Jordan Road. He was late. He'd been getting a wedding present, a vase." He started to choke up a little bit. "Mum always said, 'that stupid vase'."

Just then a car rounded the corner. It was Peter.

Ross continued narrating the scene unfolding before them.

"He got out of his car…" The car pulled up to the curb. "And crossed the road…" He watched with slight horror. "Oh God, this is it."

The Doctor wrapped Ross's hand with hers and held it as Peter got out of his car. She wanted to comfort Ross that was the only subtle way she could do it.

The two watched in silence. As Peter got out he was instantly hit but the driver. Ross shut his eyes during the impact. The car zoomed away leaving Peter and the vase lying broken in the street. The Doctor turned to Ross.

"Go to him. Quick."

Ross stood there frozen in horror. Tears formed in his eyes as he watched his father slow die in the street.

"I can't…" he softly whispered.

Once the Doctor realized that he was in shock and not going to his father's aid, she slowly steered him away. The went around the corner and sat on the ground with their backs against the brick wall. The Doctor held Ross's hand slowly running her thumb over the back of it comfortingly until Ross snapped out of his daze. The ambulances sirens could be heard arriving.

"It's too late now. By the time the ambulance got there, he was dead." Ross looked at the Doctor sorrowfully, with tears running down his cheeks. It pained the Doctor to see him like this. "He can't die alone. Can I try again?"

She caved once more to please her little human.

The Doctor and Ross hide behind the corner to see themselves waiting by the curbside.

"Right, that's the first you and me. It's a very bad idea, two sets of us being here at the same time. Just be careful they don't see us. Wait till she leads him off, then go to your dad," the Doctor informed him. Peter got out of his car.

"Oh God, this is it," Past Ross said.

"I can't do this," Present Ross spoke, slightly panicked.

"You don't have to do anything you don't want to, but this is the last time that we can be here," the Doctor told him.

Ross suddenly sprinted towards Peter as he was getting out of his car.

"Ross! No!" The Doctor yelled.

Ross wrapped his arms around his father and threw both of them off to the side of the road out of the way of the driver. The previous Doctor and Ross disappeared. Oh, no no no! This was not good!

The doctor didn't notice Peter pointing at her. She was too busy seething. Stupid, Stupid humans! This was all a ploy, wasn't it? Have her take him back just so he could save his father's life! Was he planning this all along? Buddy on up to her and then convince her to take him here. It's no bloody wonder he hoped on in the TARDIS as soon as he said that it could travel back in time.

The Doctor hadn't said a single word the entire way to the Tyler's flat. Even once they were inside and Peter started to yammer on about some invention. The Doctor waited until she was alone with Ross in the living room. Her arms were folded across her chest and she leaned against the door frame. She watched Ross analyzing the place and continue to speak about unimportant things in the apartment like his father's bowling trophy of health drinks. The Doctor could honestly care less and glared at Ross completely cross.

"'Kay, look, I'll tell him you're not my girlfriend," he said thinking that's why she was so annoyed. How could this daft human no understand the entirety of this situation?! How could he? He was just a stupid little human.

"When we met, I said travel with me in space. You said no. Then I said time machine," she spoke trying to cover the hurt in her voice.

"It wasn't some big plan. I just saw it happening and I thought…I can stop it," Ross defended himself.

The Doctor gave herself a sad smile. "I did it again. I picked another stupid ape. I should've known. It's not about showing you the universe. It never is. It's about the universe doing something for you."

"So it's okay when you go to other times, and you save people's lives, but not when it's me saving my dad-"

"I know what I'm doing! You don't!" She cut him off. "Two sets of us being there made that a very vulnerable point," she tried to explain.

"But he's alive!"

"My ENTIRE planet died. My family! Do you think it never occurred to me to go back and save them?"

"But it's not like I've changed history. Not much. I mean he's never going to be a world leader. He's not going to start World War Three or anything," he tried to rationalize.

"Ross, there's a man alive in the world who wasn't alive before. An ordinary man. That's the most important thing in creation. The whole world's different because he's alive," she kept trying to explain to him.

"What, would you rather him dead?"

"I'm not saying that," she shook her head in annoyance.

"No, I get it! For once you're not the most important person in my life," he told her full of bitter.

This struck a pain in her chest. She, at one point, was the most important person in Ross Tyler's life. Above Mickey, her mum, everyone. And now she wasn't. It hurt so much. It angers her that it hurts so much. Why does she feel this way? Why did she have to form feelings for this ape? She should know by now that they all hurt her. They all leave her in the end. Why did she think that this one was any different?

"Let's see how you get on without me, then. Give me the key." She held her hand out. "The TARDIS key. If I'm so insignificant, give it me back," It truly pained her to say these words, but she put up her cool, stony look so he couldn't see what he had done to her.

"Alright then, I will," he said and placed the key into her hand.

"You got what you wanted, so that's goodbye then," she spoke coolly, before turning around and began to leave.

"You don't scare me," he cut her off and stood in front of her. "I know how sad you are. You'll be back in a minute, or you'll hang around outside the Tardis waiting for me. And I'll make you wait a long time," he yelled after her.

She quickly left the flat. She didn't want him to see a truly sad she was. Her pace was quick as she walked down the sidewalk towards the TARDIS. Hot tears were forming in her eyes. She angrily wiped them away. Why was she crying over a stupid ape? She very rarely cried, and she was not going to start crying over Ross!

The TARDIS was in sight. Just as she reached it a cold wind blew past right. She felt as if something was watching her. She looked up towards the sky to find nothing there. She shook her head as she unlocked the door and started to push open the door. That familiar hum and warm was gone. Throwing the doors open she found that the inside of the TARDIS was gone! Now it was just an ordinary telephone booth. She must have been too busy arguing with Ross and feeling sorry for herself that she didn't notice the connection to her old friend had disappeared. This was not good! Everyone was in trouble.

"Ross!" She yelled before sprinting off towards the church the wedding was being held at. The flat would be empty by the time she got there. An old church might actually be the best place to be in a situation like this. She ran as fast as she could. She just hoped that she would make it in time.

As she turned the corner leading to the church she saw Ross standing on the side walk along with the bride, bridesmaids, Peter, and more. They all are in immediate danger.

"Ross!" Ross turned around and smiled knowingly at the Doctor assuming she came back because she missed him. "Get in the church!" She yelled. Ross's smile fell.

Just then they both looked into the sky to see a large creature with bat-like wings appear. It was very devilish looking. The reaper hissed and started to swoop in on Ross. He cried out in fear as it almost latched its talons onto him. The Doctor quickly took action and pushed them both onto the ground and out of the reaper's grab.

"Get in the church," she said once again, to everyone.

The ground quickly headed for the church only to be stopped at the inside of the gates when another reaper appeared. The Doctor put herself in front of the other's ready to distract the beast if need be.

"Oh, my God. What are they? What are they," one woman cried.

"Inside," the Doctor kept yelling trying to coral them in.

"Sarah," the groom yelled for his bride-to-be and stepped outside.

"Stay in there," the Doctor yells at him.

One man, the father of the groom, took in the situation and decided to try and escape. The reapers pounce on him before he could even get a few feet away. Another one appears in the bride's path and she just screams at it, scaring it away. It decided to take that vicar as its next victim. This gave the group some time to make it safely into the church.

Once inside the Doctor began to survey the area making sure they the reapers couldn't get in. Their screeches rang loudly outside of the church.

"They can't get in. Old windows and doors. Okay. The older something is, the stronger it is. What else?" Her mind was racing a million miles a second. She had to make sure they couldn't get in. At least for the time being so she could figure out how to get them out of this mess. "Go and check the other doors! Move!" She cried out orders like the true warrior that she once was.

As the Doctor began to move around Jackie followed. "What's Happening? What are they? What are they," Jackie asked.

"There's been an accident in time. A wound in time. They're like bacteria, taking advantage," she informed her as the Doctor began checking other doors and windows.

"What do you mean, time? What're you jabbering on about, time?" Jackie snarked back, like always.

"Oh, I might've known you'd argue. Jackie, I'm sick of you complaining," the Doctor rolled her eyes.

"How do you know my name," Jackie demanded.

"I haven't got time for this-" the Doctor was cut off by Jackie once more.

"I've never met you in my life," Jackie exclaimed.

"No, and you never will unless I sort this out. Now, if you don't mind, I've waited a long time to say this. Jackie Tyler, do as I say. Go and check the doors," she ordered the woman.

Jackie was shocked to finally be yelled back at. She quickly nodded her head and replied with a 'Yes Ma'am' before running off to check the doors and windows.

"I should have done that ages ago," she laughed.

The groom walked over to the Doctor. "My dad was out there."

"You can mourn him later. Right now, we need to concentrate on keeping ourselves alive,'" the Doctor told him.

"My dad had-"

"There's nothing that I can do for him," she told him firmly.

"No, but he had this phone thing. I can't get it to work. I keep getting this voice." He passed to phone to the Doctor. She put it up to her ear and listened.

"Watson, come here. I need you," it said. The Doctor smiled.

"That's the very first phone call. Alexander Graham Bell. I don't think the telephone's going to be much use," she passed it back to him.

"But someone must have called the police," he said.

"Police can't help you now. No one can. Nothing in this universe can harm those things. Time's been damaged and they've come to sterilize the wound. By consuming everything inside," she explained to everyone. Her eyes locked with Ross who was standing in front of her.

"Is this because… is this my fault?" He asked. The Doctor didn't answer as she stepped around him.

She was still really made at him, so she decided to go off and work rather than say something she might regret later. The Time Lord strode up to the front of the church and began to use her sonic to bolt the doors down. Just was she was doing so the bride and groom approached her.

"Excuse me, Miss," the groom said.

"Doctor," she corrected him.

"You seem to know what's going on," he stated.

"I give that impression, yeah," she said not removing her eyes from her work. In reality she really had no idea how she was going to get them out of this situation.

"I just wanted to ask-" he was cut off by his fiancée.

"Can you save us," she asked abruptly.

This made the Doctor stop her work and turn towards the couple.

"Who are you two, then," she asked, look at them both up and down.

"Stuart Hoskins," the groom said.

"Sarah Clarke," the bride followed.

The Doctor's eyes strayed onto Sarah's slightly protruding stomach.

"And one extra. Boy or a girl?" She asked.

Sarah looked down at her stomach and smiled while caressing it, "I don't know. I don't want to know, really."

"How did all this get started," the Doctor cocked her head, and asked curiously.

"Outside the beatbox club, two in the morning," Stuart grinned at Sarah.

"Street corner," Sarah added with a laugh. "I lost my purse, didn't have money for a taxi."

"I took her home," he said happily.

"Then what? Ask her for a date," the Doctor laughed.

"Wrote his number on the back of my hand," Sarah confirmed.

"Never got rid of her since," he grinned. " My dad said-" he trailed off with a frown.

"I don't know what this is all about, and I know we're not important-" Sarah began sadly.

"Who said you're not important? I've travelled to all sorts of places, done things you couldn't even imagine, but you two. Street corner, two in the morning, getting a taxi home. I've never had a life like that. Yes. I'll try and save you." The Time Lord smiled at the pair.

Suddenly Jackie began to call her over. As she walked over to the blonde she began to prepare for another lecture of some sort. She was surprised when Jackie asked if she could watch baby Ross while she went and looked for Peter and little Mickey. She of course obliged. Little Ross looked up at her and began to smile. This made the Doctor's heart soar. Even though she was still a little ticked at her Ross, she had no reason to be angry with this little one. He was even as cute as his current Ross.

She sat down beside him and offered him to play with her fingers a she smiled down. She began to talk to him knowing very well that he would not understand her. However, the present Ross approaching them would.

"Now, Ross you're not going to bring about the end of the world, are you? Are you?" She gave a sideways glance to Ross. "Jackie gave her to me to look after. How times change."

Ross gave a small laugh. "I'd better be careful. I think I just imprinted myself on Mickey like a mother chicken."

He began to lean in close to the baby. The Doctor put her hand on his chest to stop him.

"No. Don't touch the baby. You're both the same person. That's a paradox, and we don't want a paradox happening, not with these things outside. Anything new, any disturbance in time makes them stronger. The paradox might let them in," she informed him.

"I can't do anything right, can I," he mumbled dejected.

The Doctor looked at him and frowned. She knew he was hurting, but he needed to learn from his mistake. If he wanted to continue to travel with her then he can't make stupid and dangerous mistakes like this again.

"Since you asked, no! So, Don't. Touch. The baby." She emphasized every word so he would understand.

"I'm not stupid," he glared at her.

"You could have fooled me," she shot back. Ross looked away, sad and a little angry. She knew that she had to be the one to cave first and fix this bitterness between them. She really hated it when they were like this. "Alright, I'm sorry. I wasn't really going to leave you on your own."

"I know," he looked at her with apologetic eyes.

"But between you and me, I haven't got a plan. No idea. No way out," she confessed.

"You'll think of something. You always do."

"The entire Earth's been sterilized. This, and other places like it, are all that's left of the human race. We might hold out for a while, but nothing can stop those creatures. They'll get through in the end. The walls aren't that old. And there's nothing I can do to stop them. There used to be laws stopping this kind of thing from happening. My people would have stopped this. But they're all gone. And now I'm going the same way."

"If I'd just realized…" he began.

"Just… tell me you're sorry," she looked at him.

"I am. I'm sorry," and he meant it.

The Doctor reached out and placed a hand on his cheek. Ross held onto it with his hand and leaned into the touch. The Time Lord grinned at him and the both fell into a hug. Ross leaned back with a small jolt.

"Have you got something hot," he asked. He reached into her jacket pocket and pulled out the TARDIS key. It was scolding hot which made him quickly toss it to the ground.

"It's the TARDIS key," she grinned and quickly took off her leather jacket to pick up the flowing key. "It's telling me it's still connected to the TARDIS. Everyone! I have an announcement!" She ran up to the back of the church and faced the entire crowd. "The inside of my ship was thrown out of the wound but we can use this to bring it back. And once I've got my ship back, then I can mend everything. Now, I just need a bit of power. Has anybody got a battery?"

Stuart quickly grabbed his dad's phone and passed it to the Doctor.

"Fantatic!" She grinned. She took the battery and began to charge it up with her sonic. Once it was ready she placed the key where the door would be and it held in place. The TARDIS slowly began to materialize around it. "Right, no one touches that key. Have you got that? Don't touch it. Anyone touches that key, it'll be, well, zap. Just leave it be and everything will be fine. We'll get out of here. All of us. Stuart, Sarah you're going to get married, just like I said." She grinned at the couple.

Afterwards there was nothing much to do except wait. Ross and the Doctor sat in one of the back pews with Peter in the one directly behind them. Ross leaned towards the Doctor and began to speak softly.

"When time gets sorted out-" he began.

"Everybody here forgets what happened. And don't worry, the thing that you changed will stay changed," she finished his thought.

"You mean I'll still be alive, though I'm meant to be dead. That's why I haven't done anything with my life, why I didn't mean anything," Peter started from behind them.

"It doesn't work like that," the Doctor said.

"Rubbish. I'm so useless I couldn't even die properly. Now it's my fault all of this has happened," Peter said with a frown.

"This is my fault," Ross reassured him.

"No, mate. I'm your dad. It's my job for it to be my fault," Peter stated.

The Doctor got up and shook her head in frustration. Of course, Ross told him.

"Her dad? How are you her dad? How old were you, twelve? Oh, that's disgusting," Jackie said, overhearing the entire conversation.

"Jacks, listen. This is Ross," he tried to explain.

"Ross? How sick is that? You give my son a second-hand name? How many are there? Do you call them all Ross," Jackie yelled defensively.

"Oh, for God's sake, look! It's the same Ross," Peter said taking baby Ross out of Jackie's hands and place him into Ross's hands.

"Ross! No!" The Doctor yelled, but it was too late. She grabbed the baby and placed him back into Jackie's arms.

Just then a reaper formed inside the church causing panic. "Everyone! Behind me!" They all ran behind the Doctor as she held her arms out in a sad attempt to protect them all. She stared up at the creature with fear in her eyes. "I'm the oldest thing in here."

Within a blink of an eye the reaper flew towards her. There was a second of pain. Then darkness.

The Doctor woke up on the ground where she was attacked completely unharmed. She felt her body and did a quick once over. She was fine, and was not regenerate. While getting up on her feet the first thought to cross her mind was to find Ross. As she stepped outside she began to observe the situation. Peter was lying in the middle of the road once again with a broken vase. He must have sacrificed himself to set everything right. She walked up next to Ross.

"Go to him. Quick," she told him.

With that bit of encouragement, he ran off to be with his father during his final moments. The Doctor finally approached the scene once I was over. She held put her hand for Ross to take. He did, and the two walked hand in hand back to the TARDIS for some much needed down time before their next adventure.

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✒ P.S. I Love You ✒

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XII

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"I think we should cancel the wedding, after all."

It's what Avery told V earlier that morning after rushing Nico to the hospital.

But, of course, the poet refused, telling them that Nico wouldn't want it to be cancelled. Therefore, he made a solemn vow to solve the mystery and drive out the evil spirit in their house as soon as he can. He even strictly instructed the couple to stay out of the house and wait for him to solve the case so nobody else could get hurt.

And a few hours later, he's back in the kitchen with his own familiars, reading and rereading (Y/N)'s journal, which manifested three months' worth of entries in a single day, as well as the strange writings on the photographs.

While (Y/N)'s entries on the diary itself bore the same stories of how she and Victor fell in love during those three months, the writings on the photograph were a different case entirely. Bearing messages like, I wish I'm with you right now, I wanted to see you so much, I wish we could read books together again, and Please, forgive me, V could not help but speculate that something happened between her and Victor that most probably tore them apart as lovers. And based on what he has seen the other night, with the way Victor and (Y/N) spent the evenings together? He actually came up with another speculation, a theory, suggesting another thing that could very well change the way Avery looked at her ancestor.

Oh, God, if it is true, then,...

"Young master, you should eat. Or you'll lose your vitality." Maria told him motherly as she patted his shoulder to get his attention.

V looked up from the photographs and saw the kind housekeeper offering him a plate of the most delicious - smelling cherry pie he has ever laid eyes on. "You and your grandchild should have stayed away from here just like your employer. Or you might get hurt."

"My grandchild?" Maria's eyebrows shot upwards at what V said, and when she realized who he was talking about, her face lit up with a smile and then slumped once more into her usual melancholic look. "Oh, that little boy! We're not related in any way." She told him as she placed the plate of pie on the table in front of him.

"If he's not, then,... ?"

"He was a lost little boy who couldn't get out." Maria vaguely confessed, giving V another issue to have a headache on. "Ever since then, he has stayed with us."

Us?

V sighed as he reluctantly took a slice of the pie. He took a bite, letting its wonderfully complimenting flavors explode in his mouth. Then, he took a few more bites, finishing the slice in less than a minute. Overall, it was a really fine meal. Avery really was lucky to have her as a helper,...

"You have not answered my question." V told her a few moments later, almost forgetting it because of the amazing pie. "Why did you choose to stay here despite the danger that is lurking in this place?"

To this, Maria only smiled as he offered him a glass of warm milk. "I have a duty to fulfill to the young lady. I can't leave until it is resolved."

"I see." V replied as he watched her take a seat on the chair next to him, just like on the first day he met her.

Maria nodded, then, all of a sudden, her mud - colored eyes widened as she stopped moving. "And I almost forgot!" She exclaimed as she fished out something from her pocket. She held it out to V. "I think you dropped this last night."

"I'm sorry - ?" Confused, V looked at the slightly crumpled noted in his grasp. He carefully unfolded it and revealed the message in it.

July 27, 1898

My dearest and humblest poet, Victor,

I will never forget the very first time we met. You kneeled before me, took my hand, then you kissed it, reciting to me a very sweet poem as you looked into my eyes.

I will never forget the days after that, of our little talks, of our how are yous and how's your days, of the way we embarrass each other when we caught ourselves looking into each other.

I will never forget the first time I sang for you as you played the piano, of the sweet melody that conveyed how I felt towards you. I will never forget the days, and nights, we read poetry together. I will never forget those mornings we have to sneak away from father to have little chats and laughs in the garden.

And most importantly, I will never forget those nights we wrote to each other and passed those notes through that crack in the door as you sat just outside my room while I waited on the other side.

Such little trivial things that other women might have done for you that I will always remember. You may forget me in the future when you meet others more memorable than I' am. You may tell them amazing stories as you did for me. You may find other reasons to laugh and smile with another as you have laughed and smiled with me. You may play the piano for another belle who would sing willingly for you. You may find more pleasure reciting and reading poetry for someone else. You may call another your "Little Wanderer", "Evening Star", "Beloved Muse", "Little, Innocent One", and "Little Lamb".

And most importantly, you may exchange little notes in the middle of the night with someone else.

All of these may happen when you finally meet the one for you, and you may fall for them just as easily as I have fallen for you.

I'm aware of all these things. How could they not love you? How could anyone not offer their heart to you?

We will part ways within a month, maybe a week, as my father has decided to enroll me in a boarding school in Paris. But, I want you to know how honored I' am to have met you. Of how grateful I' am when you indulged my foolish fantasies.

Of how thankful I' am that, in a very short time, you have made my dull and unhappy life meaningful and filled with hope.

Please, don't forget me, my dear, humble poet, and of those times we spent time together.

I will cherish those moments for as long as I live.

I will never forget May 11. I will never forget I have met the most wonderful man in the whole wide world.

I will never forget you for as long as live, V.

Yours truly,

(Y/N), your Little Wanderer, Evening Star, Beloved Muse, Little, Innocent One, and Little Lamb.

P.S.

I Love You

This letter,...

The one she gave Victor that night before she lost her innocence to him,...

It's the same one! It's -

"Such a curious little thing." V heard Maria say. He looked up and saw her holding his metal cane in her trembling, old, wrinkled hands.

"Maria, give me my cane back." V told her as he stood up, holding out his hand to her.

But, Maria wasn't listening to him. "To have witnessed such happiness, such tragedy,... such unspeakable horror. No wonder it draws out equally unspeakable powers of its own." She, then, looked at him and pointed the tip of his cane at him. "No wonder it has awakened the past." After a few tensed seconds, she finally gave the cane back to V and took the empty plate on the table. And before leaving, she looked at him one more time and spoke, "I think you should stop dwelling on the upper floors and explore other places here. You may find something worthwhile." And with a smile that truly unnerved him after those very vague words, she finally left him.

Her gentle, and yet sick, smile was still on V's mind as he walked around the very quiet ground floor that evening. Despite Maria's weird statements and his growing suspicion of her, he trusted her. After all, she's the one who gave him a clue regarding the second floor and the one who pulled him out of the vision last night.

And now, V was wondering whether he would actually see something on the ground floor -

He almost got a panic attack as he turned to his right and saw Doctor Christopher Lancaster's live - size portrait once more. But, compared to the time he first saw it that morning, the doctor's features somehow looked more sinister and intimidating now. His eyes looked realistically wider and more bloodshot, and the creases and veins in his face looked embossed from the painting, that if he so much as put one finger on it, he would definitely feel the warm blood rushing through it -

V was taken aback as the doctor's eyes unmistakably landed on him. And what startled him even more was when the doctor in the painting turned towards him and stepped out of the rectangular frame, leaving only the empty canvass where he formerly stood. The doctor strode with much resolute steps and easily went through V like he was smoke, feeling the freezing cold that emanated from him from his instant contact with him. He turned and saw the doctor discreetly making his way to the second floor.

V followed suit, and when he caught up with Lancaster, he saw Victor embracing (Y/N) as she cried, his hands going up and down her back to comfort her.

"Sshh, it's alright. I'm here. I will never leave you." Victor whispered to her. V turned to his right and saw Lancaster hiding just in time behind one of the pillars. He was eavesdropping. But, why?

"Father will take me away! He doesn't want me to be with you! He thinks you're too poor to marry me. He - "

"Sshh, now, now,..." Victor gently hummed as he cupped her cheeks and brushed her tears away with his thumbs. "Did I not promise you to give you everything in the world? Now, do you trust me?"

(Y/N) nodded as she laid her hands on his, feeling their warmth and drawing out the energy she needed from them to prevent herself from collapsing.

"Well, then, let us run away from here! Go with me to England, start a family of our own away from these aristocrats!"

"What if father finds out? He will have you thrown in a cell! And worse!"

Victor wrapped her in his arms and held her very close to his heart. "I will die before anyone could lay a single finger on you. This may sound unbelievable but, I have strong connections in Europe. Once we get there, no one here in America would be able to go after us."

"And what about the others? And Daniella?"

"We'll inform them beforehand so they could escape. I'll keep you and the others safe, I promise."

(Y/N) nodded once more as she and him shared a passionate kiss. V looked away just in time when Lancaster narrowed his eyes at the lovers planning their elopement. And when their lips parted, he cupped her cheeks once more.

"Let me know as soon as you have made your decision. I will contact my brother to prepare everything for us. Understood?"

"Yes, V."

"I love you, (Y/N)."

"I love you, V."

"You should take a rest, for now, the moon claims you.”

She nodded and after one final kiss, the lovers parted for the evening.

And so did the doctor.

V swiftly followed after him as he made his way back to the ground floor towards the drawing room where several men were having a conversation. The doctor cleared his throat and caught the attention of the gentlemen.

"What brings you here in this ungodly hour, Lord Lancaster?" The oldest of the gentlemen questioned.

"Your daughter, Lord (L/N)."

The gentleman Lancaster referred to as Lord (L/N) sat up straight and regarded him more seriously now.

"And what about my only beloved daughter, (Y/N)?"

"The impoverished poet is planning to take her away to England. He claims that he has powerful connections there and that he would kill you if you so ever lay a finger on your daughter."

"My God!" Lord (L/N) exclaimed. "I never expected to have a murderer under my roof! Let alone someone as deceitful as Victor Blake!" He thundered, bringing down his fist against the glass top table that trembled beneath his wrath.

Lancaster came forward and went on with his lies even further. "Victor Blake is a traitor, a madman, and, as you have surmised, a murderer. And as we speak, he is shamefully having his way with the pure and innocent (Y/N). He will use her over and over again, and when she's worn out and he has finally become tired of her, he will toss her aside like garbage in the fires of Gehena and look for a new victim."

"And you have proof of this?"

"I do. Roselle?" Lancaster called and a few seconds later, a petite blonde maid stepped forward and curtsied before the gentlemen.

The blonde woman in white,...

The gentlemen's eyes widened as she undressed before them and showed them multiple wounds and bite marks all over her body. There were some ugly bruises on her thighs which looked like they were caused by a blow of a really hard object.

Was it,... from the cane? But, no! It can't be! This is impossible! Victor will never do something like this! He - !

"Victor Blake did this?!" (Y/N)'s father bellowed as the frightened maid put her clothes back on.

The maid didn't say a word and only nodded as her own shame made the tears fall from her tired eyes. Lancaster dismissed her and turned once more to the gentlemen, especially the Lord of the house.

"I beg you before anything like that happens to sweet (Y/N)." Lancaster pleaded. "Allow me to marry her, and then I will protect her. I give you my word as an honorable gentleman."

Not even a few seconds have passed when the oblivious father nodded. "Very well. Then, you shall have my daughter's hand in marriage, Lord Lancaster."

V's eyes widened as the things unfolded right before his very eyes. He closed his eyes and suddenly, he found himself standing amongst the small crowd in the entrance hall of the mansion. The Lord of the house was standing in the grand staircase, and as he loudly cleared his throat, successfully calling the attention of his very few guests, he raised a glass of wine and smiled at them.

"For this evening, we shall all celebrate! As our little summer gathering comes to a close, allow me to partake with you of a very wonderful announcement that would put a smile on your face for many years. Doctor, would you kindly do the honors?" Lancaster came forward, joining Lord (L/N).

The doctor looked at the guests before him, his sinister eyes purposefully lingering at Victor and (Y/N) who were blissfully whispering things to each other, laughing and not paying any attention to him or the Lord of the house.

He, then, smiled, just as V's eyes narrowed and his eyebrows furrowed in anger of the manipulative man.

"As you wish, my Lord. And I will not falter. It is of great honor to announce that my beloved (Y/N) has agreed to finally join me in the altar to proclaim our wedding vows."

To this, the smile on Victor's lips vanished, and there was a look of utter shock in (Y/N)'s face. He dropped her hand, feeling the intensity of her supposed betrayal come down upon him like a rocky landslide.

"(Y/N)," Victor breathed in disbelief. " ... why?!"

"A cheers for the newly engaged!" Lord (L/N) announced, finally downing his wine as the others followed suit.

And right then and there, as the last drop of wine made contact with the greedy Lord's lips, he convulsed, collapsing on the stairs and dying in an instant, foam coming out of his opened mouth.

"Father!" (Y/N) called, unable to believe the chain of unlucky events that were crashing down upon her.

As everyone in the room shrieked and panicked, V's surroundings changed once more and he was transported to another room where (Y/N) was talking to the maidservant named Roselle. She and her personal maidservant were both wearing black.

"Roselle, I order you! Tell me what truly happened! Please!" (Y/N) pleaded, her eyes red and worn out due to the many tears she has shed. For her father who mysteriously died of poisoning, and Victor, who was still furious with her.

The poor blonde maid, now with more wounds on her face than ever, cried before (Y/N). "It's Lord Lancaster! He forced me to lie about young master Victor so your father would agree to have the doctor married to you!"

"Why?! Why didn't you tell me about all this?!"

"He threatened to kill me and my family!" Roselle kneeled in front of (Y/N) and clutched at the lacey helm of her black skirt. "Forgive me, my lady, please!"

"YOU, BITCH!"

V heard a furious howl from a distance at the same time the atmosphere around him changed. And as he opened his eyes, he saw several men in white taking away a body covered in a white blanket. It was lying in a stretcher, blonde hair coming out of the thin sheet.

Then, V saw (Y/N) reel in with pain, her face contorting in sheer torture. She held her stomach and kept one hand on her mouth as she ran away from the scene.

And before he could even catch up to her, the atmosphere changed once more, and he saw Daniella and Victor facing (Y/N) in another room.

With a black lace veil covering her face, she turned towards the two most precious people in her life and smiled at them.

"(Y/N), tell me you're lying!" Daniella begged her friend. "Tell me you won't marry that Lancaster! He has a reputation and,… he will kill you!”

"I have made up my mind. I will marry Christopher Lancaster." (Y/N) told them without so much as a pause or a tremble in her voice.

This made Victor inhale sharply as he turned on his heel and walked away from (Y/N) and Daniella. Not a minute has passed when (Y/N) went after him and called his name.

"Victor, please!" She begged as she collapsed on the floor and took hold of his cane.

"PLEASE, WHAT?!" Victor looked down at her, hurt and anguished beyond possibilities. "WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME, (Y/N)?! WHAT IS IT?!"

"Listen to me! Please!" The girl pleaded as she cried and clung to his cane. "Let me explain! I - "

"SHUT UP!"

And then, the unmistakable happened: as Victor forcefully pulled the cane from (Y/N)'s grasp, it hit her face, making her fall sideways and hit her head quite badly.

And as her maidservant came to her, helping her on her feet as she wiped the blood off her nose, Victor left her there.

And (Y/N)? She cried and called him over and over again, begging him to not leave her.

But, he still left.

He left her.

"MR. V!"

He heard a familiar voice from a distance. And when he opened his eyes, he found Roman staring worriedly down at him. He sat up, his eyes stinging, his chest feeling heavy.

"Mr. V, are you okay?" Roman asked him as he and Griffon helped him.

"It's him." V whispered, feeling the pain in his chest increase.

"Who?"

The poet clutched at his chest, feeling his own tears come down his face at what he just witnessed. He looked at Roman and Griffon, and with an anguished voice, he spoke,

"It's Christopher Lancaster. He was the one,... behind (Y/N)'s suffering. And Victor,” V inhaled deeply as he clutched at the metal cane in his hand, his anger overwhelming him and taking over what’s left of his sensible reasoning as he began seeing red in utter madness and hatred. “He,… DID NOT LISTEN TO HER! HE,… LEFT HER!”

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So Show Me (I'll Show You)~ NamJin Social Media AU

Before Jimin could even let out a small whimper, a tall man approached the group. His hands were stuffed into his coat pocket, a coat a doctor would wear. A quiet groan came from Namjoon, making Jin even more confused.

"Kim SeokJin? You're friends with Mr. Min, correct?" The man asked as he gestured at Jin. He man looked rather familiar, but Jin couldn't quite put a face to name at the moment.

"Hello, dad," Namjoon muttered as he shuffled his feet slightly, Namjoon using Jin as to hide himself.

Ohhhhh

Jin sees it now. Now he sees where Namjoon got his height from. His father is fucking huge! He must be like, six foot one or something. Damn, he was good looking too.

"I, uh, yes! That's me!" Jin squeaked out, his cheeks tinted a deep red. He already embarrassed himself in front of his handsome man, let alone the man being Namjoon's father. Jin must be dreaming.

"Come with me, Mr. Min is in room 333."

"Room 333?"

"The paramedics shared a funny story about your friend," Dr. Kim chuckled as Jin groaned quietly. "He said he wanted a room with only three in it. His exact word were, 'If the room has any other number than three, I don't want it. I would rather wait out in the hallway than sit in a room that has a four in it.' So, he got what he wanted."

Jin was covering his face in pure embarrassment as Jimin giggled quietly to himself. The two knew Yoongi's lucky number was the number three, but they didn't know it was that intense. At least it put Jimin in a lighter mood, which was the important thing.

The walk to the room was long and quiet, the group having to go up multiple floors to get to said room. Luckily the room was on floor three, to which Jimin giggled again at the coincidence.

"He really likes the number three. It's his lucky number after all," Jimin said with a fond smile, the smile soon fading after he realized he and Yoongi were technically broken up. This put a frown on Jimin's face, but he quickly covered it up with a convincing smile.

Mr. Kim was quick to notice Jimin's sudden chance of mood and decided to lighten up the atmosphere. He put a hand on Jimin's shoulder and gave it a little squeeze, bringing Jimin's attention to the doctor.

"He was talking about you, Park Jimin. The paramedics were telling him to calm down and that everything was okay. They told him to stay quiet so he could save his energy. He said something like, 'Where is my boyfriend? He's the really cute one. I think he has pink hair? Or is it sandy blond? Wait, we broke up. Oh.. Oh. Fucking God damnnnnn itttttttttttt.' He was quite upset about it too. They said he even got teary eyed about it."

Jimin had to press a hand against his mouth to muffle his giggles and his quiet sobs. He was beyond happy that Yoongi still had feelings for him, but the whole situation had him rattled. He just wanted to hold his lovely boyfriend close and never let go, maybe never leave his side again, but Jimin will just test the waters for now.

"I.. Uh.. How is he?" Jimin asked as he fumbled with his hands, the doctor reaching for the door handle. The doctor didn't even hesitate as he pushed the door open and walked in, the small group following behind close to the doctor. They didn't need words to see how bad Yoongi was.

Half of Yoongi's head was shaved, staples a-lining the once gaping open wound, the staples holding said wound close. His neck was bandaged up, large pillows placed under his back and up, supporting his damaged neck. His shoulder was all bandaged up, the white strips of fabric covering the stitches from the surgery. His right arm was placed in a sling, a black cast covering his wrist to elbow.

What hurt Jimin the most was the fact Yoongi needed help to breath. A long incision covered Yoongi's chest, stitches closing the wound that saved Yoongi from suffocating to death. A punctured lung was something serious and Jimin knew they got him into surgery right away.

"Oh God," Jimin cried softly as he looked to the side, the sight in front of him being too much for him. He was the first to move though. Quietly grabbing a chair, Jimin carefully set the chair down next to Yoongi's bed and sat down. He gently grabbed Yoongi's hand and just held it close, Jimin quietly crying into Yoongi's hand, his emotions going haywire from all the events that had gone down in the last hour.

The doctor handed Jin a clipboard, bowed slightly at the group before taking his leave, shutting the door behind him. That's when everyone let the whole thing sink in. It was going to be a hard few hours, but Jin could deal with it for now.

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"Its already midnight guys, we should get going." Jin looked at the group that crowded the small room. Hoseok and Sangwoo took a chair, Hoseok draped around Sangwoo's lap as he looked at Yoongi with tired eyes.

Taehyung and Jeongguk took the couch, the two cuddling as they looked intently at Yoongi with blank eyes. Jeongguk was sat between Taehyung's legs, Jeongguk playing with the slightly older boy's hands as he yawned softly.

Namjoon sat in the window sill, his feet resting on the back of the couch, his hands pressed up against his chin as he looked at everyones tired eyes. Namjoon wasn't any better off, but he more worried about everyone else than himself at the moment. His eyes shifted over to Jin, his eyes locked in the eldest as he made his way across the room.

Jimin had made himself at home laying next to Yoongi. The nurses and doctors helped Jimin maneuver his way next to Yoongi, allowing Jimin to whisper all kinds of apologies that he could possibly apologize for. He played with the older man's hands, Jimin pressing the top of Yoongi's hand to his lips, leaving him a soft kiss as a apology.

Jin had dark circles forming under his eyes. He had finished all kinds of paper the hospital bombarded Jin with. He voice was quiet, a hush tone he had been talking to the doctors with. He had spent more time talking with doctors than actually with Yoongi, to much of Jin's disliking. Now they had to leave and Jin was just pissy.

"You guys can leave, I'm staying with hyung tonight," Jimin said with a yawn, Jimin nuzzling his face in the crook of Yoongi's neck. He let out a satisfied sigh before adjusting himself, drawing out a low groan from the sleeping man.

Everyone froze as they watched Yoongi bring up his left hand and rub his face, bidding the sleep to go away from his eyes. His eyes fluttered open before he let out a small hiss, the bright lights blinding him significantly. When he finally managed to open his eyes and look at everyone, he groaned.

"Are we having a party or something?" Yoongi barley managed to get the words out before Jimin was all over him, sobbing out his apologies as he hugged him close. Yoongi just wrapped his arm around Jimin's waist and give his back a little pat.

"Don't ever fucking do anything like that again, Min Yoongi," Jimin sobbed as he buried his face in Yoongi's chest. "Don't ever leave my side like that again. Oh my God Yoongi, I thought you fucking died. I don't know what I would do if you fucking died. I don't know if I'd be able to live with myself if you died after a fight. Please, I love you so much and I can't handle losing you because of me."

Jin had covered his mouth with his hand as he watched the scene unfold, Jimin, a sobbing mess and Yoongi, calm and collected comforting him. It was adorable indeed, but the look of pain quickly bled into Yoongi's features.

"Okay, Jiminie. Let's just let go of Yoongi and give him some space to move," Jin chuckled as he plucked Jimin's arms away from Yoongi's body, Yoongi letting out a shaky sigh from the pain all over his body. Jimin was quick to apologize before he curled back into Yoongi.

"Let's all just stay the night tonight. I think it will help Yoongi heal faster." With a annoyed groan from Yoongi and a bark of laughter from Jin, everyone made themselves comfortable. Let's just say everyone slept lighter that night.

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After his terrible accident on the ice, Kim Namjoon must give up his passion for skating and find a new career. Not wanting to give up the cold, but thrilling adventures of winter, he decided to hire himself a snowboarding instructor. Well, he's in luck. By mere coincidence, he is set up with the gold medalist, Kim Seokjin, champion of snowboarding for the last five years. Will these two be able to keep things between them professional, or will one of them slip up at the worlds biggest game?

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