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swimming fool —- k.mg

☀︎ pairing: kim mingyu x fem!reader ☀︎theme: summer 2000 au, coworkers to lovers, lifeguard!reader, swim teacher!mingyu ☀︎ w/c: 10k ☀︎ warnings: 18+ MDNI, jealousy, switch!mingyu, switch!reader, semi public make outs, protected sex (that's a yes yes), marking, fingering, multiple orgasms, oral [f. receiving], mentions of drinking/getting drunk, set in ohio (yes that's a warning), meddling joshua, thirsty for milfs hoshi, dk is really bad at cornhole, seungkwan is competitive, wonwoo is somehow a lifeguard with glasses, and chan needs to up his security ☀︎ a/n: written as part of the Carat Bay collab put on by @camandemstudios - make sure to check out the full collab masterlist here go have some fun in the park! thanks a million to my lovely beta readers: @gyuswhore, @haologram, and @seungkw1 special thanks to @highvern for enabling my crazy ideas and @lovetaroandtaemin for having to hear me crash out about this every 2-3 business days. love you all so dearly.

“Have a great summer, Mr. Kim!” Small arms wrapped around the teacher’s waist as he was waving outside his classroom to all of the students heading out to the freedom of summer break.

“You too, Lindsay!” He smiled down at her. “Will I see you at swimming lessons this summer?”

“No,” the girl deflated. “My mom signed me up for horse camp this year.”

“Lindsay! That’s awesome! You love horses, you'll have a great summer!”

“I hope so!” She smiled at him remembering her favorite animal. “See you next year!” She waved at him and skipped down the hallway. When the throng of elementary students began to thin out he ducked back into his classroom to finish up cleaning before he too left for the summer.

He was erasing the chalkboard when he heard another person enter.

“Mingyu Kim!”

“Hi Josh.” Mingyu continued erasing the board as Joshua crossed his classroom and took a seat at Mingyu’s desk, kicking his feet up on top of it.

“We made it! Two months of freedom!” Joshua watched his friend erase various art works on the board from his students.

“Maybe for you, I start swim lessons next week.” Mingyu laughed.

“You can never leave that girl alone can you?”

“What?” Mingyu turned to look at the other man, “it’s not about Y/N, it’s about having money over the summer, asshole.”

“Mhmm, and how long have you wanted her?”

“Joshua, drop it.” Mingyu rolled his eyes and returned to his task.

“Dude you gotta get laid this summer.” Joshua stretched out his arms.

“I don’t wanna ruin the friendship, it’s a no go.” Mingyu put the eraser on the chalk tray, turned toward Joshua, and crossed his arms.

“See!” Joshua pointed at Mingyu. “That’s what I’m saying! I didn’t even say by Y/N! You’re too hung up on her, man.” Mingyu sighed.

“Maybe you’re right.”

“I am,” Joshua stood up and started to head toward the door. “Seokmin says you’ll have a girlfriend by July, I say no way.”

“I wish you would stop talking about my dating life with people who aren’t me.” Mingyu frowned.

“I will not, anyway, get laid, have some fun, bring somebody to teacher dinner in July.” Joshua smirked, “Make a fool out of me, I’ll owe Seokmin 50 bucks.”

“I’m so happy you’re back!” Your mom exclaimed as soon as you crossed the threshold of the house.

“Me too, Mom.” You smiled as you wrapped her in a hug. “Where’s dad?”

“He had to work late tonight,” she frowned, “I’m sorry sweetie, but we can make the most of it! We can watch a movie and order in if you want!” Your mom always had a habit of trying to make everything the most fun thing you’ve ever done. Usually it’s more involved than dinner and ordering take out so this was good.

“I’d like that.” You smile.

Over dinner she asked you all about your year away at school. She was so proud of you when you got into graduate school directly from college. She missed you a lot of course, but she was thrilled you were following your dreams.

“And you’ll be back at the pool for the summer?” She asked.

“Yeah, just like every summer.” You laughed at your summer job that you had gotten attached to. You weren’t sure what you would do after you got a real job and couldn’t be out at the pool with your friends every summer.

“Well that’s good, you’ll get to see everyone again!” She grinned, “Mingyu is still there right, he was always so nice to you.”

“He quit a couple summers ago, but last year he had some swim lesson slots, so maybe he’ll be doing that again this year, I’m not sure.” You admitted, hoping that it was true.

The afternoon sun beat down on you as you waited for the shift change. You watched a teenager belly flop into the pool with a painful sounding smack as he made contact with the water. His friends all laughed from the line behind the diving board and heckled him for the red tinge to his chest and stomach as he climbed up the ladder.

“Y/N!” You heard a soft voice call up to you. “Shift change!” You looked down to see another lifeguard, Nako, smiling up at you. As you jumped down the last few rungs of the ladder of the chair she added, “Enjoy your lunch!” You smiled at her in appreciation.

The lifeguards and attendants that shared your lunch slot were already taking up a long table near the snack bar when you approached with your lunch box. Whistles and fanny packs were strewn about the table, mixing with sandwich bags and water bottles. You smiled at the familiarity of it all before stealing a seat between Hitomi and Soonyoung.

You could have technically called any of the staff at the park your friend but you took Nako and Hitomi under your wing when they started here a few summers ago. They have been glued to your side ever since.

“Hey Y/N!” Soonyoung slung his arm around your shoulder, his half eaten sandwich in his other hand. Soonyoung was the employee tasked with showing you the ropes when you started, he was 17 and thought he was hot shit.

“Hi Soonyoung,” you carefully removed his arm. “How have you been?”

“Been great.” He beamed. “Still at the dance studio teaching every night!”

“Cool beans,” you offer. “I’m finishing graduate school this year.” You began to unpack your lunch. The lifeguards only get 30 minutes for lunch and you didn’t feel like wasting them most days. The conversation buzzed around your head while you scarfed down your own sandwich.

“Yo! Wonwoo!” Soonyoung threw a grape at the other lifeguard’s head.

“What the hell dude?” Wonwoo grumbled from the other end of the table.

“You talk to Mingyu Kim outside of here don’t you?” Soonyoung stood up to get a better look at Wonwoo over everyone’s heads. You looked up at him, trying to figure out his angle.

“He’s literally my roommate.” Wonwoo deadpanned.

“Oh nice!” Soonyoung exclaimed. “Is he coming back this summer or is he a real traitor?” He narrowed his eyes at Wonwoo. Mingyu quit the water park two years ago in favor of teaching swimming lessons. He typically has one or two days a week every summer that he teaches lessons at his old stomping grounds, so Soonyoung was making sure he wasn’t leaving for good. You perked up slightly at the question, wanting to be sure you would be seeing him this year too.

“Thursdays.” Wonwoo replied simply.

“Sick.” Soonyoung pumped his sandwich above his head. “I think this is the year people! Mingyu Kim will help me bag an older woman this year, I feel it!” He plopped back down in his seat with a satisfied smile.

“You are disgusting.” You muttered.

“Oh!” Soonyoung turned to you. “Speaking of Mingyu, are you finally gonna let the poor guy smash this year?” You heard Hitomi cough behind you.

“What?” You dropped your Capri-sun onto the table.

“Oh don’t be dumb,” Soonyoung rolled his eyes. “The entire state of Ohio knows at this point.” “Knows what?”

“That Mingyu’s had a fat crush on you since 1993.”

“Cherry! When is your break?” You heard a familiar voice call up to you in the lifeguard chair at promptly 9:55 am on Thursday.

“10:45, sharp!” You called back. The kiddie section of the pool was calm enough for you to steal a glance in his direction. He was smiling up at you and using his hand to block the sun. You had to force your eyeballs to not pop out of your skull at the sight of him.

You’ve known Mingyu since the first summer you bagged a job here, when you both were 16, that was eight years ago now. So to say that you watched each other grow up would be somewhat accurate, and how he continued to come back each summer bigger than the last is a mystery to you. His tan skin contrasted against the white t-shirt he cut and tore the sleeves off of last summer.

Before Mingyu had the chance to respond there was a shrill squeal of Mr. Kim and he turned to face the child speeding toward him. He glanced over his shoulder to see you put your whistle between your teeth and quickly motioned for the girl to slow down.

“Oh my God, Samantha!” The girl’s mom breathed, catching up to her. “You can’t just run off like that!” She shifted her focus to Mingyu, “Hey Mr. Kim, sorry about that.” She smiled in the way all the single moms smile at Mingyu. You rolled your eyes, luckily they couldn’t see from the ground.

“No worries, Ms. Owens!” Mingyu smiled back at her. They chatted idly until the rest of Mingyu’s class trickled in, some moms glaring at Ms. Owens as they realized she got here early to chat up the teacher. Eventually, she and the rest of the parents took seats at the deck chairs behind your chair.

Mingyu was great with kids, which made sense considering he was a teacher year round. You watched as he assisted each student in a lap around the small shallow area for lessons.

Eventually Mingyu led his class out of a pool and walked them around toward the area of the park with slides. He always left ten minutes at the end of lessons so that each student could go down the kiddie slide twice each. As his class approached Soonyoung popped out from behind the small slide and pretended to be a tiger. The shrill screams and laughs of the class filled the air.

At 10:45 you climbed down from the lifeguard chair, Mingyu was waiting with a few students whose parents dropped them off for lessons instead of staying. He signaled for you to wait a second for him. You meandered toward the front of the park towards him, taking your time. A few minutes later Mingyu was sending the kids off with their parents.

“The usual?” He grinned down at you once he was free.

“Obviously, I’ve been waiting all year for this, Kim.” You smirked, “You have 10 minutes.” Mingyu nodded at you once and turned on his heel and was off. You followed him in toe and stopped in front of the window of the snack bar while he snuck around the side.

“Hi Y/N!” Chan, the snack bar attendant, sent you a toothy grin.

“Good morning Chan!” You placed your hands on the counter and straightened out your arms so your feet left the ground and you could see over the counter.

“Uh, how was your school year?” Chan sputtered at you crowding his space, the counter between you. Out of the corner of your eye you saw the side door of the snack bar crack open.

“It was great!” You tried to not watch as Mingyu slipped his hand into the freezer near the door. “I got to take a brain and behavior course this year.” You smiled at the blush creeping up his neck. The freezer door slammed on Mingyu’s hand.

“Shit!” He hissed. Chan whipped around toward Mingyu.

“C’mon you guys!” He looked between you and your accomplice. “You can’t keep doing this!”

“Chan chillax,” you hopped down from the counter and ruffled his hair. “They’re a dollar, you can take them out of my pay if it makes you feel better.”

“You know, I used to run this place.” Mingyu announced digging through the freezer. “No one would have dared to steal from me!”

“Yeah. I’ve heard.” Chan deadpanned, “No one stole from you because you worked here! You can’t steal from yourself.”

“Well, still,” Mingyu plucked two popsicles from the back, “Up your security, little man.”

“Up your security little man.” Chan mocked as Mingyu walked out of the snack bar and toward a table.

“Thanks Chan!” You called over your shoulder, following Mingyu to the outdoor tables. He hands you a popsicle as you sit down across from him.

“Cherry.” He looked at you as you unwrapped it. This is where he got your nickname, you’ve been demanding the cherry popsicles since the first summer, back when he ran the snack bar. “Grape.” He unwrapped his, “just like always, he tried to hide our flavors at the back.” “Of course he did.” You laughed. The summer heat was starting to rise as the day hurtled toward afternoon, the two of you would need to make quick work of the treats if you didn’t want to be a sticky mess.

Evidently Mingyu didn’t get the memo because he quickly had grape popsicle running down his hand. You watched as he slowly licked it up. Your summer work friend licking his own hand probably shouldn’t have made your stomach swirl like that.

“Mingyu Kim! Just the guy I wanted to see!” Soonyoung leans against the lifeguard chair you were occupying. “How is the summer treating you?” “Uh,” Mingyu chuckled. “Well, it’s week two of swim lessons now, so fine I guess.” He continued to sort through the kickboards he was planning to use for his lesson today.

“Right, right.” Soonyoung flipped down his sunglasses. “Those rugrats really love you, huh?”

“Yeah, I teach at the school most of them go to, so they see me a lot.” Mingyu moved the kickboards from the supplies box to the edge of the pool.

“And their moms do too.” Soonyoung added.

“Is that why you’re talking to me right now, Soonyoung?” Mingyu looked up at Soonyoung from his squatting position, shading his eyes with his hand.

“Noooo, c’mon Mingyu, don’t be like that! We’re friends!”

“So you don’t want to talk about the single moms that stay to watch my class?” “Well,” Soonyoung sputtered. “I mean if you want to talk about them, who am I to stop you?” Mingyu stood up to his full height and moved closer to Soonyoung.

“Tell you what,” Mingyu lowered his voice. “I’ll introduce you to Ms. Owens, just between you and me, I think she’s kind of desperate.”

“Noted.” Soonyoung waggled his eyebrows and reached behind his ears to press the stems of his sunglasses so they moved up and down on his face.

“Just uh, don’t do that shit when she gets here.” Mingyu told him, glancing up at you trying not to laugh. Soonyoung dropped his arms to his sides in defeat.

“Noted.” He said somberly. Soon after Ms. Owens and Samantha approached the two of them, Ms. Owens was always early.

“Good morning Mr. Kim and tiger guy!” Samantha chirped.

“Good morning Samantha,” Mingyu laughed ruffling the girl’s hair, “Ms. Owens.”

“Good morning, Mr. Kim!” Ms. Owens made a show out of checking Mingyu out.

“Hey, Ms. Owens,” Mingyu grabbed Soonyoung by the arm and pushed him forward. “Have you met Soonyoung? He’s one of the head lifeguards here!”

“Oh..hi.” She lowered her sunglasses to get a better look at him.

“Samantha, do you want to help set out the kickboards?” Mingyu asked the girl who agreed easily and they left Soonyoung and her mom alone. You took a mental note to grab Soonyoung and get all the information later when Mingyu inevitably steals popsicles from Chan.

You watched the rain pound against the window from the safety of one of few tables inside the small shelter at the pool. The room was small and packed with employees and a few patrons that came to the pool before the sky opened up and forced everyone inside. Days like this were always weird, there was nothing to do besides wait for the rain to stop, or at least lighten up enough to let people back outside.

Between the heavy rain and the sounds of Soonyoung and Chan attempting to commandeer a table to turn it into a makeshift ping pong table, it was hard to focus on any one thing. You watched Hitomi through the reflection in the window as she gave up her table to the boys and walked over to the other side where a bulk of the other lifeguards were sitting and squeezed in next to Nako.

You felt his presence before he even had to speak. Even so, you continued to watch the rain until he decided to make conversation. He bumped your knee under the table as the chair creaked slightly under him.

“Hey,” Mingyu said softly.

“Hey,” you returned and faced him. His hair was slightly damp from the rain and his loose t-shirt was sticking to his skin in some places. You forced yourself to look at his face. “I figured you wouldn’t be here today, lessons are cancelled.”

“Yeah, but what else do I have to do on Thursdays?” He smiled lazily and then opened his mouth like he had something else to add but thought better of it.

“Anything else,” you laughed. “What I wouldn’t give to not be stuck here with these idiots all day.” You gestured to Soonyoung and Chan who have made a net out of napkins and are using Soonyoung’s flip flops as paddles. Mingyu followed your gaze and choked back a laugh at the sight of Soonyoung’s bare feet on the floor.

“Nasty.” He states simply turning back to you. “But entertaining, you have to give them that.”

“I won’t,” you deadpan. “That would give them big heads.” He held his hands up in surrender and let a comfortable silence fall between you. The sound of the rain continued to beat on the window behind your head and you turned to face it. You could feel Mingyu’s eyes on your back but you tried to ignore him. Ever since you were young you thought the bubbles that form from rain falling into water were cool, you wished you could go see them up close.

“Are you on weekend rotation this week?” Mingyu broke the silence from behind you. You turned back around and shook your head, you had the weekend off. “Cool…” He nodded.

“What?” You pushed and leaned on your hand.

“So like what are you doing on Saturday?” He looked around the room.

“Uh, nothing?” You couldn’t figure out his angle. “I live with my parents.”

“Okay, cool,” he flustered, “well not cool that you live with your parents, but like, cool that you’re free!” His leg started to bounce. “So, some of the teachers and I are getting together at Sailor’s on Saturday.”

“Okay? And?”

“Do you want to come?” He finally looked back at you.

“I mean, I don’t work with you, I’m not even a teacher.” You reminded him.

“Oh,” he smiled sheepishly. “I meant, like, as my date?”

“What?” You nearly shrieked.

“Listen,” he sighed. “The other teachers were taking bets on the last day, about whether or not I get laid this summer, I just need you to pretend, for a night! That’s all I swear!” You stared at him, this was not where you expected this conversation to go. “Please Cherry, help me out.”

“What’s in it for me?” “You’ll do it?” He perked up.

“I didn’t say that,” you pointed out, “I asked what’s in it for me.”

“I’ll buy you dinner?” He said it like a question. You gestured for him to keep going. “And three beers.” “Four beers.” You wagered.

“Three beers and we can split one.” He countered. You considered this for a moment. It could be fun to actually go out and actually see Mingyu, and people your age, outside of work.

“Fine,” you watched Mingyu light up, “but you can’t touch me.”

“Deal!” He said too enthusiastically. “I’ll pick you up on Saturday at 5!” He sprung up from his seat and jogged to the entrance before you had the chance to change your mind.

Mingyu had barely made it out the door before Hitomi was sitting across from you. She smiled at you widely.

“Hi!” She said brightly.

“Hi Tomi.” You couldn’t help but smile at her enthusiasm.

“What are you doing Saturday morning?”

“Y/NNNNIEEE” You heard Hitomi squeal across the mall food court bright and early on Saturday. You looked up to see her and Nako linked arm and arm, headed in your direction. You raised a hand to wave at them.

“Good morning!” Nako laughed as they slid into the seats across the table from you.

“Where does she get the energy?” You asked Nako, teasing Hitomi.

“Good question.” Nako joked, bumping the other girl with her elbow.

“I’m just excited!” Hitomi crossed her arms over her chest, “the three of us never get the weekend off together!”

“You’re so cute, we’re just teasing.” Nako poked Hitomi’s cheek. “Have you been waiting for us long, Y/N?” She asked.

“Oh,” you looked between them, “No I just got here like a few minutes ago.”

“Oh good!” Hitomi smiled, “so. Tell us everything.”

“What?” You blinked at her.

“Your date with Mingyu?” Hitomi said as if she was appalled that you could have forgotten.

“What?” You snorted. “How do you even know about that?”

“Nako is a really good listener.” Hitomi said dreamily. Nako nodded.

“I heard you two talking all hush hush yesterday.” “It’s not a date.” You corrected them. Hitomi huffed. “He needs a favor and he agreed to buy me dinner if I help him out with his work buddies.”

“It’s not even real?” Hitomi whined dramatically. “When will he grow up?”

“What are you talking about?” You asked.

“Everybody, and I mean everybody, knows that he’s had a crush on you for like ever.” Nako noted.

“Everybody keeps saying that!” You slump in your chair.

“Because it’s true?” Hitomi leaned forward. “You should get a new outfit, show him he should make it real!” She grinned.

“Is that why you guys invited me here?” You peaked at Hitomi.

“No!” Hitomi squeaked.

“Yes.” Nako laughed at the same time.

Not even fifteen minutes later they were walking you through one of the clothing stores in the mall. You had your arms full with shirts, jeans, skirts, everything. You stopped in front of a rack and picked up a top that was your style.

“No red.” Hitomi swooped in. “You’re a lifeguard, he’s only seen you in red!”

“You ready?” Mingyu asked, putting his car into park in front of the bar. He spent the short drive across town filling you in on whatever he thought a girlfriend should know about him. What grade he teaches, what school, who would be there.

“Sure thing!” You scoffed. “As if this is not the weirdest thing you’ve roped me into.” You glanced at him.

“That can’t be true.” He smiled at you.

The two of you approached the entrance and Mingyu jogged ahead to hold the door for you. As you crossed the threshold you felt the ghost of his hand floating just behind the small of your back. You chose not to mention it.

“Mingyu!” You heard someone shout from across the room. You looked toward the source of the voice to see a man smiling brightly and waving enthusiastically above his head.

“Cherry, that’s us…” Mingyu muttered close to your ear, making you jump. You know he was just trying to speak to you above the noise but that didn’t stop you from flushing at the proximity and the use of your nickname, like the moment was just for the two of you. He led you through the other groups of people cluttering the room until you were in front of the table filled with Mingyu’s coworkers and their partners.

He introduced everyone one by one, the guy waving was Seokmin. You already knew Joshua’s name from the car ride over, remembering him as the ringleader of the bet that got you here in the first place.

“Nice to finally meet you,” Joshua smiled at you, “I’ve heard so much about you.”

“Have you?” You steal a glance at Mingyu, who looked like he could kill his friend.

“Hey if the waiter comes by, will you grab me?” Seokmin interrupted. “Seungkwan and I are going to play Jenga!” Before anyone had the chance to respond he was running toward the patio where there were several games set up for patrons.

“And we won’t see them for another hour.” Joshua laughed. “So, how has the pool been?”

“It’s a water park.” You corrected before you realized what you were doing. Joshua looked at you amused.

“Very serious about it?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Oh my God, no!” You covered your mouth with your hand.

“Our first boss at the park was extremely serious about insisting it was a water park,” Mingyu reached for the bowl of pretzels on the table. “We used to get in trouble for calling it a pool.”

“Oh God, really?” Joshua pushed the bowl toward Mingyu. “Like how our school colors aren’t yellow and blue?”

“They are gold and royal!” Mingyu held up his hand in a salute motion, sending Joshua into laughter.

“Oh hang on,” Joshua pointed toward the waiter making his rounds and jogged out toward the patio as well. Mingyu ordered for the two of you, looking at you for guidance on what beer you wanted. You told the waiter what you wanted and added a basket of fries to the order. Joshua returned with Seungkwan and Seokmin, the three of them putting in orders as well. The rest of the table ordered and the low buzz of conversation returned around you.

You watched Mingyu interact with people he sees every day. He was close with everyone, knew things about them all. It was simultaneously familiar and foreign to you. Joshua and Mingyu continued complaining about the principal with Seokmin and Seungkwan chiming in every now and then.

“What about you, Y/N?” Seokmin piped up when you were about halfway through beer two. “I know you work at that water park in the summer, but what do you do the rest of the year?” “Oh, I’m finishing up grad school this year.” You steal a french fry from Mingyu’s plate. He gave you a look, clearly confused why you took one from him when you had your own. You gestured toward your empty basket. He smiled fondly and rolled his eyes. Something akin to butterflies exploded in your stomach.

“Oh yeah?” Joshua sipped his drink, “What are you studying?”

“Anesthesiology” You down a good fraction of your beer. “Like drugs for surgeries and stuff.”

“Dude, you better keep her.” Joshua turned to Mingyu. “She’s smart and can put down a beer, she’s like your dream.” Mingyu coughed on his own beer and sputtered. You laughed at the tinge of pink on his cheeks and the thumbs up he gave Joshua.

The conversation flowed easily for the entire night, you could honestly say you liked Mingyu’s friends at this point. That could be because you were three beers deep and out on the patio facing Seungkwan and Seokmin in cornhole, but you were having a good time.

“Min, you have to at least get the bag on the board!” Seungkwan yelled across the patio at the other man.

“Kwan, I’m trying but it’s tough when there’s like three boards.” He launched another bag into the ground. While he took his turn you crossed the court and tugged on Mingyu’s arm.

“What’s up?” He looked down at you.

“Beer, Kim.” You snatched the bottle from his hand. The beer you promised to share was never poured into glasses to give you both half. That was out of the question at the end of beer two. You took a swig from the mouth of the bottle. The entire night Mingyu kept his end of the deal, not touching you. He even sat on his hands to stop himself before the boys challenged the two of you to a game.

You did not make that promise easy on him as soon as you were on to beer three. Your head felt heavy and it was easier to lean onto Mingyu, considering how solid he was. Several times earlier at the table he itched to wrap his arm around you and have this feel even more real than it already did to his swimming head.

Now, outside on the deck you returned the beer to his hand, your fingers swiping his on the way. He smiled like an idiot as he watched you return to your spot on the opposite board. Mingyu and yourself faired about as well as Seokmin and Seungkwan, considering all of you had been drinking all night. Mingyu tossed a bean bag with his free hand, it hit the ground and rolled onto the board.

“That’s a point!” Mingyu cheered.

“No it isn’t!” Seungkwan piped up from beside you, “if it hits the ground it doesn’t count!” “Says who?” Mingyu yelled back.

“Says the rules of cornhole!” The two of them bickered about the scoring for several minutes. Mingyu began shouting and walking toward Seungkwan who was standing in the middle of the court at this point. Seokmin looked like he couldn’t decide whether to laugh or cry. You walked toward Mingyu and tried to get the beer from his hand. He kept talking with his hands so you couldn’t get it from him.

“Kim.” You grab his face and turn it toward you. “If you don’t stop arguing about a point that you know isn’t valid and give me that beer I swear to God.” He stared at you in stunned silence and you plucked the bottle from his hand. You downed the rest of the beer.

“I knew I liked her!” Seungkwan said to no one in particular.

Your team did manage to squeak out a win before Joshua came to collect everyone to close their tabs. Mingyu followed him inside while you helped the others clean up the game supplies you had used.

Mingyu leaned on the bar while the bartender calculated his total. Joshua studied Mingyu’s slightly tipsy demeanor.

“There’s just no way you bagged her.” He said skeptically.

“Why?” Mingyu smirked.

“Because you’ve been blabbering everyone’s ears off about her for years.” Joshua pointed out.

“Ready?” You snaked your arms around Mingyu’s waist, cutting off the conversation as you returned from outside. You looked up at him and he looked like he could short circuit, you shot him a warning look and he twisted his face into a smile.

“Yup!” He finally wrapped an arm around your shoulders. “Let’s get outta here, thanks Josh, see you in August!”

Mingyu gripped and let go of the steering wheel about three times before he turned to you, “I don’t know if I can drive.”

“What? You didn’t drink that much.” You mumbled against the passenger’s seat.

“Yeah but I still drank.” He studied your face. “And maybe I just don’t want to go home yet…”

“Me either.” You admitted.

“Let’s go on a walk.”

The alcohol in your system warmed your skin the entire evening, but once you were away from all the people and the warm atmosphere it did little to keep you from shivering. Wordlessly, Mingyu pulled you into his side, his warmth radiating off of him. You told him about all the times you rode your bike down this path when you were a kid. It was your first taste of freedom, your parents let you meet up with your friends at the pool almost every day after you turned 12.

That pool would eventually expand into a small water park where you would meet Mingyu several years later. The two of you stop walking right in front of the entrance to the park.

“We should break in.” You look up at Mingyu.

“What are you talking about?” He looked down at you, bewildered.

“Come on!” You grabbed his hand and he let you pull him toward the entrance. You fished your keys out of your pocket and stepped toward the front office.

“You know it’s not breaking in when you have keys, right?” He chuckled.

“Would you want Mr. Lloyd knowing you came in here after hours?” You cocked an eyebrow at him as the door creaked open.

“Great point!” He followed you into the dark office and shut the door behind him. The two of you fumbled through the small room. You could feel Mingyu following close behind you, his chest almost flush against your back. The cold doorknob was heavy in your hand as you opened the back door.

The water in the pools was still, you don’t remember a time where there weren’t patrons splashing around. You stood in the doorway and watched the reflection of the moon on the surface of the water. Mingyu’s breathing was the only sound you could hear for miles. A serene moment that you wanted to hold on to. Your eyes scanned the park, remembering all the summers you’ve spent here.

“You okay?” Mingyu whispered, seemingly not wanting to break the moment either. You turn to him, surprised by his proximity, and nod. The lifeguard chair near the kiddie pools stood tall, contrasting against the inky sky.

“Remember when they got the slides?” You asked, walking toward the row of water slides. Mingyu jogged to catch up with you.

“Yeah it was like, the year before we started here right?” He glanced from the slides to you.

“Yup!” You popped the P, “Mr. Stewart got mad that King’s Island got a water park.” You laughed.

“Oh yeah!” The two of you arrived at the base of the biggest slide, “Weird thing to be mad about considering this was a neighborhood pool and that is a theme park.” “A theme park that’s three hours away!” You laughed.

“He really thought a few slides would get us on that level.” Mingyu shook his head. “Have you ever tried any of them?” “The summer we got them, yeah.” You walked behind the slides.

“I never did,” He admitted sheepishly and followed closely behind you. “Do it now.” You challenged, stopping in your tracks and turning to face him. He took a step back from you.

“What? Are you crazy?” He chuckled awkwardly.

“Unless you’re too chicken.” You shrugged.

“I’ll do the kiddie slide.” He ran toward the smaller slide. “My students love it, it can’t be that bad.” He kicked off his shoes and peeled off his socks.

“You’re such a child!” You shouted. “Too easy!” Mingyu climbed to the top of the slide. He peeked over the side at you.

“You won’t let me drown, right?”

“You’re literally taller than the slide, Kim.” You crossed your arms over your chest.

“Okay but what if I fall?” Mingyu wrung his hands together, he had never looked smaller.

“Again, taller than the slide.” You reminded him. With that Mingyu took a deep breath and sat down onto the stream of water trickling down the slide.

“Here I go…” He mumbled. He pushed off from the top and was in the water in less than ten seconds. Mingyu was almost tall enough to stand straight up in the shallow water where the slide deposited him. His head popped up above the surface, “I don’t get why they love that so much, it’s kind of lame.”

“For a third time, you’re taller than the slide.” You moved toward where he was in the water. “Much more exciting for someone who isn’t six foot something.” He pulled himself out of the water and grabbed you and pulled you into a hug. You didn’t even have time to think about what was happening before the water seeped into your clothes. “Mingyu Kim!” You squealed.

“What?” He squeezed you tighter. “I’m just so happy you’re here!” You attempted to escape him but he held you tight. He wiped his arms onto the back of your shirt for good measure before he let you go.

“You’re the worst.” You informed him as he shook out his hair, looking like a puppy as he continued to splatter you with water.

“I could have pulled you in, you should really be thanking me.” He pushed his hair back away from his forehead.

“Whatever.” You plop down on a deck chair. You watched Mingyu as he walked over to take the chair next to yours. His shirt stuck to his chest and his jeans looked like they weighed a ton. There was a stretch of comfortable silence, you watched the sky and thought about what to say next.

“This might be my last summer here.” “I almost got stuck on the slide.” The two of you spoke at the same time. You looked at each other and he sat up quickly. “What did you say?” He sounded almost panicked.

“I might not be here next summer…” You sat up, your knee brushed against his. He didn’t move. “I’m graduating and I’ll be interviewing for real jobs.”

“God,” he pressed the heels of his hands into his eyes. “As soon as I’m maybe not super terrified to tell you how I feel, you’re leaving.”

“What?” You sputtered.

“What?” He looked at you with wide eyes.

“How you feel about what, Kim?” You narrowed your eyes at him.

“Would you hit me if I said you?” He attempted to joke, but he was clearly so nervous it didn’t land.

“No I don’t think so…” You dropped your voice to a whisper as if you two were about to share the biggest secret. But his confession never came. He leaned forward with a rush of confidence and pressed his lips to yours. The kiss was swift, but first kisses didn’t happen every day, so you wouldn’t forget it quickly.

“He pisses me off.” You muttered to yourself while you folded towels.

“Who?” Hitomi piped up from behind the dryer in the employee laundry room. She followed your line of sight, leading directly to Mingyu. Mingyu who was laughing with Ms. Owens, her hand on his muscular arm. “Oh.”

“She’s so sleazy, who tries to fuck her kid’s teacher?” You slammed the towel down on the pile.

“Wait, I thought we were mad at Mingyu?” Hitomi looked at you. “Why are we mad at Mingyu again?”

“You remember a few weeks ago?” You looked over to her. “When I was his fake date for that teacher thing?” Hitomi nodded. “He kissed me.” “What?” She covered her mouth with her hands. “And you didn’t tell me?”

“Well it clearly never meant anything to him.” You sighed. “So what’s the point in making a big deal out of it?” You didn’t give her a chance to respond before you were pushing out the door towards the lifeguard chair.

“Mr. Kim, you’re just so good with Samantha and her friends!” Ms. Owens gushed.

“Lesson slot starts in two minutes, Mr. Kim.” You interrupted as you passed by them and informed Wonwoo of the shift change. You could feel Mingyu’s eyes on you as you climbed up the chair.

You clenched your jaw through Mingyu’s lesson. If looks could kill Mingyu would have been dead 44 minutes ago. You jump down from the lifeguard chair and begin storming toward the employees only area again. A large hand wraps around your wrist before you get too far and he pulls you until you turn toward him.

“Are you mad at me, Cherry?” Mingyu looks down at you with large eyes.

“No.” You spat.

“Well that was a lie…” He muttered. “Were you about to ditch popsicles?”

“I don’t have time for that, Kim.” You rolled your eyes.

“You always have time for popsicles.” He blinked at you. He was still holding your wrist and suddenly it was all too much.

“Mingyu, this needs to stop.” You whisper. “We can’t keep pretending, you’re not mine. It shouldn’t matter that you’re flirting with Ms. Owens. But it hurts.” His gaze grew confused as he listened to you talk.

“What?” He blurted.

“This has to stop, I can’t take it, not when kissed me and then acted like it never happened.”

“Acted like it never happened…” He repeated quietly. “Y/N I thought you were my girlfriend.” You blinked at him, wondering where he could have possibly gotten that. Twisting the wrist Mingyu had in his grasp you grabbed his wrist and dragged him into the employees area, you moved through the laundry room and pushed open the door to the lifeguard office. You know the shift schedule at this point in the summer so you knew no one would be in there at that moment.

“Talk.” You let go of his wrist.

“You’re gonna burn my skin off if you keep gripping it like that, shit.” He rubbed his reddening skin with his hand. “I don’t have much to say, I dunno,” he shrugged. “We both pretty much told each other we like each other.”

“Mingyu no we didn’t.”

“Didn’t we?” He stepped closer to you. “I said I wanted to tell you how I feel and then you kissed me.” “What?” You laughed at the absurdity of it all. “You kissed me!”

“Same difference,” he smiled, “I wasn’t flirting with Mrs. Owens. I was telling her that Samantha is doing well in class, and she was trying to flirt with me.”

“Trying?” You put your hands on his hips and pulled him closer to you.

“Yeah, I was too preoccupied with looking at you.” He leans in closer to you.

“Mingyu, are you hard already?”

“Yeah kinda,” he blushed, “You were either gonna yell at me or kiss me, and honestly, both pretty exciting.”

“You have 10 minutes, Kim.” He smashes his lips to yours. He lifted you up and plopped you on the desk. You pull him to you, spreading your legs for him to stand between. His hands itched to touch you more, but he settled for resting them on your hips. You tangled your hands in his shaggy hair and pulled lightly on the strands at the nape of his neck.

He pulled your bottom lip between his teeth and bit down lightly. A whine escaped your lips and Mingyu ate it out of your mouth as he dove back into the kiss. Your lips were sure to be kiss bruised and you knew Chan would notice your absence at the snack bar.

“Mingyu,” you breathed, pushing back on his chest. He chased you as you attempted to speak to him. “Mingyu.” “What baby?” Your head swam at the pet name.

“I need to relieve Nako.”

“Fuck,” he ran a hand through his messy hair. “Ten minutes isn’t very long.” You hopped off the desk and shamelessly raked your eyes over his body.

“Take care of that before you let anyone see you.” You eyed his dick and laughed, leaving him alone in the office.

“Are you sure you can’t come with us, Honey?” Your mom leaned on the doorway of your bedroom.

“Nah,” you folded your shirt and put it into one of your suitcases. “I have work tomorrow.”

“Okay, well we should be back pretty late so don’t wait up, get some rest.” She and your dad left the house soon after and you were alone, just to pack and go to bed. You placed a CD into your stereo in your room and got to work.

A few hours later most of your laundry was done and packed, just stuff you absolutely need for the next few days. You stop the music and bound downstairs to get a snack. While you were rifling around the drawers in the kitchen there was a knock at the door.

You put your eye to the peep hole and suddenly it was as if you were 17 again. Mingyu was standing on your porch shifting his weight from foot to foot. The scene was almost identical to when he was the only person you knew (besides Soonyoung) with a car and he offered to drive you to the park staff get together at the mini golf course in the next town over.

He straightened up as you opened the door. He smiled widely and visibly relaxed when he saw it was you.

“I had a whole thing prepared for your mom.” He rubbed the back of his neck.

“Go on then.” You crossed your arms over your chest. He took a deep breath.

“Hi Mrs. Y/L/N. Is Y/N home? I’d really like to talk to her. See? The whole thing.”

“Oh yes, very well prepared.” You teased, stepping aside to give him room to step into the house.

“I really do think we should talk.” Mingyu told you over his shoulder as he moved past you.

“Well, yeah,” you closed the door. “You can’t lie to my mom like that.” You led him upstairs to your bedroom, which only struck you as slightly embarrassing as you entered the room and saw your Backstreet Boys posters from high school.

“Nice decor” Mingyu chuckled.

“Listen–” “I knew you when these guys came on the scene, no use denying your obsession.” He pointed out taking a seat on your bed like the two of you had done this a million times.

“Okay, don’t mention this and I won’t tell Soonyoung about the Clueless poster you had in your employee locker in ‘96.” You sat next to him, close enough for your knee to brush his. He looked at you with wide eyes and a blush creeping up on his neck. “What? I notice things.” You shrugged.

“Not everything.” He mumbled, not looking at you.

“What?” You blinked at him.

“I’ve liked you since the second summer.” He blurted. “I want you to be my girlfriend, I’ve wanted that for seven years, maybe even the full eight if I think hard enough about how you made me feel the first time we talked and I know I need to ask you properly but I get scared and dumb and–”

“I’ll be your girlfriend.”

“What?”

“I thought I made it pretty clear that I like you in the office the other day.” You shrugged.

“God, I am so stupid.” He scrubbed his face with his hand.

“A little bit.” You pulled his hand away from his face and his body toward you. You pressed your lips to his for the third time in the last month. Mingyu didn’t waste time deepening the kiss and began greedily licking into your mouth. He held you as if he was afraid you might turn to dust at any moment. Carefully he pulled you into his lap.

“Are your parents home?” He breathed between kisses.

“No, no. Not for a while.” You chased his lips. He crashed his mouth back to yours at your answer and confirmation that the two of you were alone in the house. His tongue explored your mouth as his hands began to roam your body. You couldn’t help but whine at the feeling of his strong hands on your waist, your thighs, your breasts.

Mingyu felt all encompassing, everything else melted away. You felt him grow hard under you, the feeling going straight to your core. Experimentally you rolled your hips against his length. This earned you a whine from the man under you.

“God, baby,” he was breathless and his hands were firmly on your hips guiding you to continue the roll of your hips. Pleasure mounted in your stomach as you weakly stimulated your clit with his clothed cock. He whined at the friction, it wasn’t enough, he wanted to feel you with no barriers. He carefully laid down against your pillows, pulling you on top of him. He nipped at your lips and let his hands wander down to the swell of your ass. For a moment he just rested his large hands there, reveling in the feeling of finally being able to have you like this. Soon he was fiddling with the hem of your tiny Soffe shorts.

“Take them off.” You mumbled into his mouth. He ran his thumbs under the elastic band and swiftly shucked them off of your body. HIs hands returned to your ass as you slowly continued to drag your clothed cunt over the hard bulge in his basketball shorts. You felt like a teenager again, dry humping in your childhood bedroom.

Mingyu’s hand drifted down, padding the wet patch of arousal on your underwear from behind. He let out a sound somewhere between a moan and a grunt at the feeling of you being wet for him. His fingers stroked your heat through your panties, making you whine.

“Baby, Cherry,” He panted, “take these off, please.”

“You’re fully clothed, that’s not fair.” You didn’t stop the movement of your hips.

“Y/N,” his voice became gravely, “you can have me any way you want me soon, but I need to taste you.” His pupils were blown. “Sit on my face, baby, please I need it.”

“Beg for me.”

“Y/N” Mingyu moaned your name in the most delicious way you had ever heard. He bucked his hips to meet the roll of yours and it almost sent your eyes to the back of your head. You could feel how big he was through layers of clothing. “Please baby, I want to make you feel good, I want to taste you,” He groaned.

You sat up, still grinding on his length. Mingyu began trying to help you out of your underwear, it took some maneuvering and you ultimately had to stop moving so you could get them off. He helped you up to his face and positioned you right above his mouth. “You’re so beautiful.” He marveled quietly into your glistening cunt.

He pulled your hips toward him until you felt him lick the first fat stripe up your cunt. You whined at the contact, he was warm. He ran his tongue through your folds, mixing your arousal with his spit, making a mess but he didn’t care. Experimentally, he dipped into your entrance shallowly. You gasped as his tongue pumped slowly in and out and his nose bumped your clit. The stimulation had you reaching out to steady yourself on your headboard.

Sensing your reaction Mingyu continued to pump his tongue into your entrance, now attempting to get deeper and draw more sounds out of you. You felt the heat licking your insides and tightening the knot in your stomach. Mingyu pulled away from you just slightly, you whined at the loss of warmth. “Ride my face.” He grunted below you and dove back in. He wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked. The sounds filling the room were nothing short of obscene. You felt your high rapidly approaching and then he pulled back again. “I need you to cum on my tongue.”

He began to tongue fuck you again, his nose bumping your clit. You began to buck your hips, increasing the stimulation. Mingyu was moaning shamelessly into your cunt which only spurred you on. Your body felt like it was on fire in the most delicious way. Suddenly the thread snapped and you cried out in pleasure. Mingyu lapped up everything you gave him as you rode out your high.

Mingyu took you in his arms and rolled you onto your back. You looked up at him, his mouth and chin were slick with you. Butterflies erupted in your stomach at the visual. He smoothed your hair with his hand, “you did so well for me.”

“Want you, Gyu.” You cradled his face in your hands.

“About that,” a scarlet blush decorated his tan skin, “I didn’t think this is how this would go, I didn’t bring a condom or anything…”

“Oh, no worries.” You wiggled out of his grasp and crossed the room. You dug through some boxes from your apartment. You pulled out a small box and spilled the contents into your hand. You turn to him and shake the packet. “I gotcha covered.”

“Why do you have condoms?” He sat up in your bed.

“I’m a college girl.” You shrugged. “You wanna fuck me or not?” You pulled your shirt over your head, now completely bare for him.

“Oh my God” He groaned, “you’re gonna be the death of me.” He hopped out of bed and ripped off his shirt. You always assumed you knew what he looked like under the tank tops he wore in the pool for lessons, and you were pretty much right. But it was one thing to imagine Mingyu, it was another thing to actually see his body.

You moved past him, raking your nails across his toned stomach on your way, and sat on the bed. He fumbled with his shorts, getting his foot stuck in the process and almost fell flat on his face. Steadying himself he pulls down his boxers, his cock springing free. He’s big, you felt that earlier, but it still surprised you.

He crawled over you and kissed you again. His lips moved slowly, savoring you. He tasted like you, but you didn’t care. The feeling of desire quickly returned in your stomach and between your legs. You felt the pads of his fingers swipe through your folds as he kissed you, you felt a bit sensitive but you didn’t care. Slowly, he sunk a finger into you and you arched your back at the feeling. He began to work you open for him. Soon a second finger was inserted and he quickly found the spot inside of you that had you seeing stars.

“Mingyu, please.” You whined. “Fuck me.” He looked at your fucked out face and removed his fingers from you. He didn’t break eye contact as he put his fingers in his mouth and licked them clean.

“If you insist, baby.” He bit his lip. He busied himself with opening the condom and rolling it down his length. You opened your legs wider for him and he felt like he could cum untouched. He lined himself up with your entrance and slowly pushed himself in. The stretch was obvious even from the first push. “I got you,” Mingyu encouraged.

He bottomed out and stayed still, giving you time to adjust. The stretch was delicious, you thought you could feel him in your stomach.

“Gyu,” you mumbled.

“Yes, pretty?”

“Move for me.” He didn’t need to be told twice, he carefully began to thrust into you. You felt every drag against your walls, “Mmm, Gyu you fill me so well, I feel so full.” You breathed. His cock jumped inside of you at the praise and a moan escaped him.

“I won’t last long if you keep talking like that.” He grunted between thrusts.

“Maybe I don’t want you to,” you felt yourself tumbling all too quickly to a second orgasm. He picked up his pace, pounding into you. He buried his face in your neck and desperately chased his high. He began sucking hickies into your soft skin, a desperate mix of lips, tongue, and teeth. You tangled your fingers through his hair in an attempt to anchor yourself.

Mingyu’s hips sputtered and his thrusts became erratic. He snaked a hand between your bodies and began rubbing tight circles around your clit. Your pleasure mounted and you knew you would snap soon too. Mingyu thrusted into you and whined at the pleasure of release. He rode it out as he continued to stimulate the bundle of nerves.

“Cum for me baby, please.” He breathed into your ear. You screwed your eyes shut and felt yourself tumble over the edge of your second orgasm. “That’s my girl, there you go.” Mingyu cooed. He let you ride his cock and he made a few more passes at your clit before pulling away from your neck and looking at you.

“Hi.” You whispered.

“Hey,” he whispered back with a smile. “Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?” You nodded and directed him where your towels are. He grabbed a small one and disappeared down the hall for a moment before returning with the towel wet with warm water. He carefully cleaned the mess between your legs and leaned over to place a kiss on your cunt.

You watched as he moved through your room, depositing the towel in your laundry basket and carefully removing the condom, tying it up and placing it in your trashcan under some other trash. He came back and joined you in the bed. His strong hands massaged out your things and you could feel your eyes getting heavy. Mingyu hummed to himself as he watched your tired form melt into the warm bed.

“Oh my God!” Your eyes snapped open.

“What?” Mingyu panicked. “What’s wrong?”

“You need to leave! My parents will be home soon!” “Shit!” Mingyu jumped up and gathered the clothes he discarded earlier. He was dressed in seconds flat. “Bye! I love you!” He realized what he said but didn’t correct himself as he was flying out the door.

“He’s gonna freak out.” “When does he not? He's Soonyoung.”

“He’s gonna do that thing where he screams at me and like vibrates.” You run a hand through Mingyu’s hair, trying to soothe him. He leaned into your touch and hummed contentedly.

“He’s gonna find out eventually, might as well rip off the bandaid.” You suggested. Mingyu nodded and took your hand. The two of you approached the door to Soonyoung’s apartment where he was hosting the yearly end of summer employee party. Music was already spilling out the door and Soonyoung was probably already drunk.

You pushed through the front door, he always kept it open for parties in case he didn’t hear someone knock. The lights inside the apartment were low and the music pretty much smacked you in the face upon entry. There was a makeshift bar on the kitchen table, lines of bottles and red solo cups strewn about.

Hitomi smiled at you from her seat, a pleasant buzz and Nako in her lap prevented her from getting up to greet you. You watched as her eyes traveled from you to the person who entered the apartment behind you. Her eyes went wide and flashed back to you.

“Are you with him?” She mouthed to you from across the room. You nodded at her with a smirk. She leaned forward to whisper in Nako’s ear who immediately looked at you as well. The two girls jumped from their seat and hurried over to you. “We’re borrowing her!” Hitomi squealed at Mingyu before dragging you to a quieter corner in the kitchen.

“What the hell?” Nako exclaimed, alcohol making her a bit bolder. “When did that happen?”

“Uh, like two nights ago.” You told them as you began to pour yourself a drink.

“Um, hello?” Hitomi demanded, “tell us everything! I can’t believe you didn’t call me!” You picked up your cup and turned to her.

“When you were gonna tell me you were dating Nako?” You cocked an eyebrow. A blush creeped over Hitomi’s round cheeks.

“I-” she hesitated.

“We’ve been together for a year.” Nako chimed in. “I thought everyone just knew.” You coughed into your drink.

“A year!” You sputtered.

“Now you tell us your thing!” Hitomi deflected.

“Mingyu came over and fucked me two nights ago.” You said matter of factly. Hitomi and Nako barely had time to react before Soonyoung entered the kitchen and dragged you all back to the party. Hitomi reclaimed their seat together and you found Mingyu talking to Wonwoo. You offered him a sip of your drink. Mingyu took it and took a hearty swig.

“This is strong, what happened in there, Cherry?” His cheeks heated as the alcohol settled in his stomach. You rolled up to your tiptoes to lean into Mingyu’s ear.

“Nako and Hitomi have been dating for a year.” You whispered.

“No shit! Really?” Mingyu glanced at them and put his arm around your waist to steady you. He barely had his hands on you before Soonyoung was yelling and pointing from across the room.

“Did Mingyu Kim finally do it?” He shouted, drawing everyone’s attention to the two of you. “We’ve only been waiting since 1992!”

Mingyu looked down at you and shrugged. He pressed a sweet kiss to your lips which was met with the sounds of cheers from around the room.

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His Lady Love (7)

pairing | aemond targaryen x vampire!mikaelson!reader

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word count | 6,1k words

summary | you leave for the reach, angsty love confession, false rumors travel to king's landing.

tags | (MDNI), SMUT, unprotected sex (this is asoiaf so all sex is unprotected), p in v, death, heavy angst/NO COMFORT, vampire powers, heavy miscommunication

note | I'd be really interested in knowing if you guys made a name for the reader, in my head her name is Krystyna Mikaelson (yes, I googled norse names and chose my fav) So did anyone else read George R.R Martin's blog??? Anyway, I'm just here for Ewan, Olivia and Phia tbh. I was thinking that reader could be a witch. Like I know witches can't be vampires, but Siphoners can. Like just imagine her father was from a Gemini coven, and she doesn't know she has magic and since she's an original, she's her own power source, hence first heretic.

likes, comments, reblogs are much appreciated ✨

𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 - 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 - 𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫

You had woven yourself into a web of deception, and now, the strands began to unravel. The Hand’s summons rang ominously in your ears, commanding you to escort Prince Jaehaerys to your so-called "home" in the Reach. Yet, the truth was far less straightforward; your true home lay not within the verdant fields of the Reach, nor did it belong to this mortal realm at all.

Time pressed against you—tonight, you would depart from Kings Landing. What could you possibly say to the watchful White Cloaks accompanying you? The question gnawed at you, demanding a rapid strategy as you struggled to quell your rising panic.

For the moment, the Hand had instructed you to gather only your essentials. As the hour of the wolf approached, you prepared to meet the call at the courtyard and bid a bittersweet farewell.

Your hands moved with urgency, tossing your cherished Mikaelson amulet into a trunk, alongside an array of simple dresses that would serve you for the arduous journey ahead. But amidst the flurry of preparation, the creaking of your chamber doors momentarily pierced through your focus. The air thickened with the unmistakable scent that sent a thrill down your spine, a presence you knew too well.

Stubbornly, you continued to pack, resolutely ignoring his entrance. You were a fool playing a game rigged against you—fostering feelings for a prince destined for a mortal being. Unlike your sister Rebekah, who pinned her affections upon every charming face, you fought against the tide of your own heart. Yet, in the shadows of your denial, an undeniable pull towards Aemond Targaryen had ensnared you, leaving you trapped in a whirlwind of desire and longing.

“I knew something would eventually go awry,” he murmured from the shadows, his tone laden with the weight of foresight.

You stubbornly continued to gather your belongings, your hands trembling ever so slightly. “I know not of what you speak,” you replied, defiance lacing your words like poison.

The atmosphere shifted as Aemond crossed the threshold, his presence a storm—intangible yet fierce. You felt the warmth radiating off him, enveloping you as he positioned himself behind you, the scent of dragonfire and leather filling your senses. “Whenever I find a fleeting moment of happiness, it is whisked away quicker than it appeared. The day I claimed Vhagar, and now, as I stand here with you,” his voice wavered, betraying an edge of vulnerability.

You clenched your jaw, a frown creasing your delicate features as an unbidden ache tightened around your heart. “I do not know how long I shall be gone,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

Strong hands found your waist, pulling you into the warmth of his chest, a silent promise wrapped around you as he whispered, “It matters not; I shall await your return, no matter how long it may take.”

With a pained sigh, you turned to confront him, your eyes glistening with unspoken sorrow. “You shouldn't.”

Aemond's brow furrowed, confusion etched across his handsome face as he tightened his grip, unwilling to let you slip away. “Why would you utter such foolishness?”

Your insides twisted as you longed to lay bare the truth that lay heavy on your heart. A truth about your eternal curse—a vampire destined to walk the earth forever, but never to grow old alongside him, to bear him no heirs. Instead, you shook your head, you voice trembling as you whispered, “A prince cannot wed a bastard.”

His brow knitted deeper in perplexity. “What do you mean?”

“I am not my father's daughter,” you confessed, the words tasted bitter as they left your lips. “And that alone should be reason enough for you to forsake any thought of marrying me.”

The admission struck you like a blade, a noose tightening around your spirit. Aemond’s disdain for bastards echoed hauntingly in your mind—his vitriol directed at those he deemed unworthy. If claiming your own truth was the only path to forging a distance between the two of you, then so be it. You would bear the burden of his scorn, if it meant sparing him from the shadows that clung to your existence.

In a flicker of desperation, you realized the power you held—the gift of compulsion. You could erase every whispered promise and shared secret, rendering him a stranger to your existence. Yet, the thought pierced your heart like a dagger; to be forgotten was a torment worse than heartbreak. Aemond’s scorn would be a balm compared to losing him entirely, for you would rather endure his hatred than vanish from his memory.

Closing your eyes, you braced yourself for the inevitable scorn, the revulsion you feared would pour forth from his lips. Instead, you felt his hands, warm and tender, gripping your face with an intensity that stole your breath. “Look at me,” he urged, his voice a gentle command.

With reluctance, you opened her eyes, meeting his piercing violet gaze that seemed to see through to your very essence. "I do not care," he declared, as though his unwavering love could alone mend the fractures within your heart.

A tidal wave of anger surged through you—not directed at him, but ignited by the very depth of his relentless love. With a swift motion, you pushed him away, desperation fueling your words as they spilled forth like a torrent. “You should care! You must understand, Aemond— I am not good for you, and I am certainly not worthy of your love.”

Aemond’s frustration prickled in the air as he gestured animatedly, his brows knitting together as if you had unleashed a storm within him. “And who are you to declare yourself unworthy? Do you think Aegon worthy of the Iron Throne?”

You let out a derisive scoff, the incredulity igniting your tone. "Comparing me to Aegon? That is a completely different situation," you stressed, your words punctuated with defiance.

"I cannot fathom your urge to push me away," Aemond's voice rose, desperation lacing his every syllable. The calm mask he wore shattered, revealing the turmoil beneath. “Is it because you do not love me?”

The weight of his question struck you like a lightning bolt. You could feel the tears welling, and you felt the weight of your own heart as it threatened to overflow. Unconsciously, you yelled, “Of course I love you, Aemond! How could I not," The urgency in your voice rose, a plea wrapped in desperation. “But what you fail to grasp is—”

“You love me," All traces of anger evaporated from his expression; instead, a spark of something else ignited in his eyes as he latched onto your statement.

You faltered, momentarily confused. “What?”

“You love me,” he echoed, his voice rising with fervor, amplifying the truth hanging in the air like a spell.

With a scoff, you shook her head, trying to dismiss the revelation. “That is not the point of the matter, Aemond—”

“It is indeed the point,” he countered, stepping closer, his presence overwhelming as he reached out, cradling your face in his hands. “Because you love me, and I love you.”

A weary sigh escaped your lips, the weight of his insistence pressing down on you. “Aemond, you’re not hearing me.”

“I am,” he replied earnestly, his thumbs brushing softly against your cheek, “I hear you, and yet your heart speaks a truth that cannot be silenced: you love me.”

And as Aemond leaned closer, that fierce violet eye consuming your own, your defenses began to crumble. His lips brushed against yours, igniting a spark that uncoiled like wildfire within you. Resistance became a ghost, fading in the heat of your shared breath as your mouths melded together. Aemond's tongue slid past your lips, a tantalizing invasion, and you found herself yielding to the irresistible pull of desire, your essences intertwining in a dance as ancient as the realms you inhabited.

With each caress from his skilled hands, the world around you faded into oblivion, thoughts dispersing like ash in the wind. You clutched at his neck, your fingers tangling in his silver locks as you deepened your kiss, hungry for more. Aemond's grip roamed boldly across your form, igniting a fire beneath your skin that made your pulse quicken—a symphony of passion building between the two of you. You could feel the unmistakable hardness of his desire pressing against you, stirring a yearning that enveloped you.

As the kiss broke, your breaths mingled, thick with anticipation. Aemond trailed hot kisses along the delicate curve of your neck, his lips sending tremors through your body. A gasp escaped your lips as he scooped you up with effortless strength, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist, your body fitting perfectly against his as he pressed you closer. Your bodies met, his erection unmistakable even through the barriers of your clothing, igniting a primal need that demanded resolution.

He carried you to the nearest table, as he laid you down, the cool surface contrasted with the heat emanating from your bodies. Aemond’s fingers deftly hiked up the hem of your dress, each inch sending electric thrills along your spine, leaving your breathless.

"Do you want this?" he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper yet filled with a primal urgency that stirred something deep within you, all of your hesitation gone.

With languid desire pooling in between your legs, you yielded, your desperation spilling over into your voice as you breathed, "Take me now, Aemond. I wish to feel you in me, even after I've departed."

His response to your words was immediate and animalistic, a predatory instinct awakened. A growl rumbled deep in his chest, words lost to the fervor that gripped him. Like a tempest unleashed, he tore away the delicate fabric that separated the two of you, casting it aside with a fervent urgency. His fingers deftly unfastened the laces of his trousers, the sound echoing in the otherwise quiet room.

In an instant, he pulled you closer, your bodies colliding with an electric urgency. The tip of his cock grazed your slick heat, a tantalizing tease that sent ripples of desire coursing through your veins. With each passing moment, your body ached for him, the need swelling within you like a tide crashing against the shore.

“Please,” you breathed, your tone rich with longing, “I cannot wait any longer.”

Before you could utter another plea, Aemond surged forward, his curved tip breaking through the barrier of your softness. Moments stretched into eternity as he filled you, a divine sensation that stole your breath. It felt like fire and ice intertwined, the ecstasy consuming you both.

As you joined together, he leaned over you, your faces mere breaths apart. His lips found yours, capturing the essence of your fervent connection in a searing kiss that tasted of bloodlust and boundless craving.

You were not a creature of restraint, especially not in the heat of the moment. With a sly, vixen-like grace, you entwined her legs around Aemond's waist, ensnaring him effortlessly. The force of your pull sent him slamming into you, your bodies colliding with a fervor that made the very air sizzle with electric desire. Aemond groaned, a primal growl escaping his lips as he felt the intoxicating warmth envelop him completely; he was ensnared by you as if caught in a hunter's trap.

Your soft moans echoed like a siren's song, urging Aemond on as your lips trailed kisses down the cool expanse of his alabaster skin. Each kiss was deliberate; it was a tantalizing dance between temptation and control. Your fangs tingled with the hunger for his fiery dragon blood, simmering ever closer to the surface, but for now, you quelled that urge with sheer willpower.

Yet Aemond, with his predatory instincts ignited, began to thrust into you with a relentless rhythm, your flesh meeting with a damp slap that resonated through the great hall like a heartbeat as Aemond thrust himself into your cunt over and over. The air thickened with the sweet scent of lust, pleasure, and something darker that lingered in the wake of your intensity.

“When will you truly understand?” Aemond rasped, his breath quickening as he plunged into you with fervor. The rhythmic, wet sounds reverberated softly in the room, his hand finding its way to your most sensitive spot, teasing your clit with skilled flicks. “You were made for me, just as I was for you.”

Pleasure surged through your veins, overwhelming your senses as you murmured, “I love you.”

With deliberate movements, Aemond traced slow, firm circles on your pearl, lowering his body closer to yours as he whispered against your lips, “I love you.”

A soft whine escaped your lips as your body tightened around him, waves of ecstasy crashing over you in a blinding storm of sensation. Aemond was drawn to your peak, his own release spiraling just behind yours. He let out a deep groan, his essence spilling inside you as he collapsed against you, panting, entirely lost in the moment.

You felt Aemond's warm breath against your skin as he leaned closer, his lips brushing your ear. “Nuhon,” he murmured, his words carrying an electricity that entwined your very essence with his. (Mine)

For a fleeting moment, you tightened your grip on him, reluctant to sever the bond that pulsed between you. Yet, time was against you, and Aemond slowly withdrew himself, his gaze piercing into yours, leaving an ache in the space inside you. A soft gasp escaped your lips; the void he left behind felt cavernous, devoid of his heat, as you only felt emptiness.

Silently, you watched as he regained his composure, the delicate dance of his fingers deftly lacing his trousers. As he turned, casting his attentive eye around the chamber, he picked up a handkerchief with a gentle touch.

What followed was an act more intimate than what the two of you had just done—the careful way he wiped away the remnants of your shared passion felt surreal. Aemond's hands were gentle, almost reverent, as he smoothed your skirts back into place, making you feel cherished in a way that transcended the physical.

His hands found their home on your waist, solid yet gentle, your fingers instinctively wrapping around his shoulders. With a graceful lift, he eased you from the tabletop, setting you down on the cold stone floor. His gaze shifted downwards, landing on your stomach, and a wave of panic surged through you, yet you instinctively placed your hand over your stomach, wishing to shield it from his penetrating stare.

“You must drink moon tea before you depart,” he murmured, his voice laced with a trace of regret, as though he carried the weight of unspoken truths.

A harsh swallow caught in your throat. It was an empty act for you to do, as your womb lay barren, yet the implications of his words hung heavy in the air. You turned your gaze away from him, a flicker of vulnerability dancing across your features, and nodded nonetheless.

His hand, warm and reassuring, cupped your cheek, gently guiding your eyes back to his. "I shall fetch some for you. Wait here, I will return shortly."

Silently, you nodded, feeling the electrifying brush of his lips against yours in a fleeting kiss, a soft collision of breath that sent shivers through your being. It was a moment suspended in time, brief yet profound, leaving you yearning for more. But before you could fully savor it, he withdrew, leaving your chambers cloaked in the bittersweet essence of his absence.

You busied yourself, gathering the few belongings you possessed, when Aemond returned with striking swiftness. A sense of discomfort washed over you as you drank the vile tea, acutely aware of his watchful eye.

After a brief silence, you dared to glance up at him, a question dancing on your lips. "Do you intend to escort me to the courtyard?"

His gaze remained piercing, an unwavering ember in the flickering light. "Indeed," he replied with a hum that resonated between you.

A sigh escaped you as you reached for your trunk of belongings, but before you could grasp it, Aemond’s hand was there, lifting it away with a possessive ease. A small spark of frustration flickered within you, yet words eluded your lips as you and he made your way through the dim hallways toward the courtyard.

The silence stretched between you, heavy and palpable, each lost in private thoughts as you pushed open the grand doors leading into the courtyard. A sea of anxious faces greeted you, their attention fixed squarely on your arrival.

Shame washed over you as you realized you were the last to come forth, and with Aemond at your side, the scrutiny felt even more intensified. Yet, this was a moment that demanded courage. You squared your shoulders and set your gaze ahead, making your way toward Helaena.

Her eyes danced with sorrow as she stepped forward, cradling her sleeping son, and placing him tenderly into your arms. You held him protectively, your voice dropping to a fervent whisper. “I promise I shall protect him with my life.”

Helaena's expression softened, her hand gently caressing the boy’s delicate face before nodding in earnest agreement. As you turned, your gaze met Aegon’s, his watchful eyes drilling into you, fixated on the sleeping prince nestled securely in your embrace.

With a steadying breath, you made your way toward the carriage, but a hand on your shoulder halted your steps. You turned to find Alicent, her eyes reflecting a sadness that tugged at your heart. She offered you a tight smile, squeezing your shoulder in a gesture of support. “You’re performing a great service for the crown,” she said, her voice filled with sincerity. You could only nod in acknowledgment as she added softly, “Promise me you’ll look after yourself.”

“Of course, My Queen,” you murmured, tightening your hold on Jaehaerys, his warmth a comforting presence against your chest.

Her smile deepened, and she said, "I will pray for the safety of both you and Jaehaerys."

“Thank you, Queen Mother,” your heart swelled at her words, while you whispered the word 'mother' as if it was sacred.

As you stepped into the carriage, you turned once more, your gaze locking with Aemond’s, unspoken words hung heavy in the air between you. Just then, a white cloak swept to close the door, sealing you and the sleeping prince in an intimate cocoon of silence.

When Jaehaerys stirred awake, panic etched across his delicate features, his bright violet eyes wide with confusion, had required an abundance of soft whispers and lots of patience from you. With tenderness, you had reassured him, carefully explaining the necessity of his departure, a necessary measure for his safety.

“What of Jaehaera?” he inquired, his voice laced with anxiety as he searched your face for answers.

A frown tugged at your lips as you deliberated, knowing the harsh truth—that his life must take precedence, for he was the heir. Instead, you offered a gentle smile, fabricating a reassuring lie. “She is being taken somewhere else, my Prince.”

“And Shrykos?” the small prince pressed, his tiny hands fiddling with one of the lemon cakes hastily packed in by the Queen Dowager.

You gazed down at Jaehaerys, who nestled against your side, “Shrykos and Morghul will remain safe within the Dragonpit,” you whispered softly.

A deep sigh escaped him, a pout forming on his lips as he burrowed deeper into your embrace. “I've never been away from Mama or Jaehaera before..." he murmured, his small frame trembling with a mix of fear and longing.

Wrapping an arm around him, you tightened your hold, "Fear not, my prince. I will keep you safe. And soon, you will be reunited with them," you murmured.

You were suffocating in boredom. Two endless days cooped inside this rickety carriage left you feeling more drained than when you began. The road to Highgarden loomed ahead, a serpentine path promising nearly a month's worth of dreary travel. Restlessness gnawed at you, a specter whispering in your ear, as you devised a plan.

Murdering the three White Cloaks tasked with your escort was an appealing thought. Yes, it would be regrettable, but the crude vulgarities spilling from their lips, laced with the foulest lechery as they leered at you, twisted the notion into something almost justifiable.

Once the deed was done, once the lifeblood of those pompous guards stained the earth beneath you, you would take Jaehaerys and make your way back to King's Landing. You would craft a tale of treachery—how you were ambushed by Rhaenyra's sympathizers, forcing you to retreat and return.

As Jaehaerys slept peacefully beside you, his form curled like a contented cat, you decided now was the best time to act. With delicate care, you shifted him onto his back, ensuring he remained undisturbed. You then directed your attention to the partition that separated your lavish prison from the brutish guards beyond.

With a purposeful knock, you roused their attention, your senses heightened, attuned to the disgruntled murmurs that reached your ears as the carriage shuddered to a halt. The door swung open abruptly, revealing Ser Loren, his face taut with irritation, the kind one might expect of a man dragged from the warmth of the sun into the chill of night.

“What,” he snapped, brows furrowing with annoyance, the tone of a man used to being in command.

In response, you offered him an enchanting smile, sweet as nectar dripping from a ripe fruit, and raised a hand to cup his cheek. The confusion flitted across his features, but your grip was steadfast as you redirected his gaze to meet yours.

“Ser Loren,” you murmured, the subtle power of your compulsion thrumming through you like a siren's song. “I need you to slay your fellow guards for me.”

His eyes widened, the flicker of uncertainty sparking a thrill within you. Yet, you tightened your hold, your voice dropping to a velvety whisper as you compelled him anew. “Do not utter a word,” you commanded softly. “You will carry out my will without hesitation, and when that is done…you shall take your own life.”

“Now go,” you urged, the finality of your words binding him as surely as any ancient spell.

As he departed, you closed the door with a soft click and settled back beside the peacefully slumbering Jaehaerys, the anticipation coursing through you like a potent elixir. Through your enhanced hearing, you could make out Ser Loren’s hesitant movements as he drew his sword. The air was thick with tension as you tuned into the muffled voices of his comrades, their puzzled murmurs a prelude to chaos.

Then came the dreadful sound of steel meeting flesh, followed by the piercing screams of two men, echoing in stark contrast to the quiet of your carriage. The ritual continued—a whimper preceding yet another stinging strike of blade on flesh—until an oppressive silence fell, wrapping around you like a shroud.

Rising to your feet, you opened the door and stepped out into the chaos. The sight that met your eyes was macabre: the fallen guards lay sprawled upon the ground, their once-pristine white cloaks now marred with blood, a stark contrast to the pale of their skin. Only the soft whicker of the horses broke the stillness.

With a satisfied hum, you turned your attention back to the carriage, intent on retrieving Jaehaerys. By horseback, you would make your way back to King’s Landing. Slipping back inside, you knelt beside the sleeping prince, your heart sinking as you perceived an ominous shift in Jaehaerys.

Gently placing your hand against his brow, a frown twisted your features upon feeling his rising temperature. Panic bubbled within you as realization struck: the boy was burning with fever, likely the consequence of his first venture beyond the castle walls. His frail immune system was struggling against the onslaught of illness. Children, as you knew all too well, were vulnerable, and fevers could turn grave in the blink of an eye.

Time was of the essence; you needed to find safety for him, a sanctuary where he could heal swiftly.

With care, you gathered him into your arms, cocooning him in a soft blanket to protect his fragile form. Then, you climbed onto a horse with him nestled closely against you. Urging the steed forward, you set your sights on the nearest village, aware that King’s Landing would have to wait—your priority was the precious life cradled in your embrace.

What you were blissfully unaware of was how swiftly whispers of three slain white cloaks would flutter to the ear of King's Landing. Such is the nature of tidings that venture too far from their origin—truth, like shadows, warps in the light of rumor.

What reached the capital painted a grim picture: three white cloaks brutally cut down, their carriage reduced to cinders, with the lady and the prince within consumed by flames. Perhaps there lay some truth to this tale; after you'd fled with Prince Jaehaerys, desperate commoners stumbled upon your carriage, and in their frenzy, laid it to waste.

And so, that account flew to King's Landing with the swiftness of a raven on the wing.

"He's dead," Aegon breathed, his voice thick with disbelief, as he struggled to absorb the weight of the news. "He's dead!"

In a fit of rage, Aegon hurled a glass goblet against the stone wall, shattering it into a thousand shards, his fury echoing within the council chamber. "I’ll kill them all!"

He pounded the table with sufficient force that the goblets rattled, while the rest of the council sat in stunned silence, their eyes upon him. "This is war! I declare war! I declare war!" His voice rose, raw and strident.

With cheeks flushed and a face streaked with remnants of tears, Aegon turned to his Grandsire, his expression a tempest of anger and anguish. "This is your doing! All of this is your fault!"

Alicent, glancing nervously between her father and her son, sought to defuse the tension crackling in the air. "He did not kill Jaehaerys, Aegon," she insisted softly, her voice trembling with urgency.

"No! He merely sent him forth to meet his doom!" Aegon shouted, his despair morphing into a howling tempest.

Otto's gaze remained steady but weary as he leaned back in his seat, allowing a heavy sigh to escape him. "It was a miscalculation on my part."

"A miscalculation that cost my son's life!" Aegon's anguished cry reverberated through the chamber.

"And yet, no one was privy to Jaehaerys’ departure, which suggests treachery lies among us," Lord Larys Strong observed softly, his voice laced with a chilling certainty.

Aegon turned his gaze to the council, suspicion etching lines on his youthful face. "Then it could very well be any one of you!" He thrust a finger towards the council members, prowling behind the table as a predator.

“While Lord Larys raises a point of merit,” Otto continued, as Aegon sank heavily into the head chair, the weight of his grief palpable as tears fell freely down his cheeks, “Jaehaerys will do more for us now than a thousand knights in battle. You will have your war, Your Grace. But if you wait a short time, you may yet double your strength.”

"Mother," Aegon whispered, his voice a fragile wisp swirling in the air, laden with unshed sorrow and searching for comfort.

Alicent stepped closer, her hand settling gently on her son’s shoulder. "The Hand sets on a difficult path, my darling, but it, it might be the right one."

Otto, with an air of finality, declared, "Let us continue with the funeral procession for Jaehaerys. He shall be honored with a grand casket, and riding behind it, the Queen, and with her, the Queen Dowager."

Alicent shook her head in disagreement. "No, I no longer wish for it to become some grand spectacle."

“The realm must see the sorrow of the crown,” Otto asserted, his tone brooking no argument, “a sorrow best expressed through its most gentle souls.”

Casting one last mournful glance at her son, Alicent firmed her resolve. “I think you’ll all agree the king himself must be spared.”

“No. No. It cannot be true,” Helaena whispered, her voice barely above a breath, as she shook her head in disbelief. Alicent stepped forward, the weight of the grim tidings looming over her like a storm cloud, heavy with sorrow.

“The carriage… it was consumed by flames,” Alicent spoke, her voice trembling with the pain of the knowledge she bore.

Helaena’s denial tightened its grip on her heart; she paced restlessly, the fabric of her gown whispering against the stone floor. “She promised me,” Memories of warm embraces and gentle reassurances echoed in her mind, each one a testament to the promise that now lay shattered, “She swore she would protect him.”

“Helaena—” Alicent's hand reached out, a mother’s instinct to comfort surging forth.

Yet Helaena recoiled from the touch, wrestling her emotions. “They are alive, I can feel it,” she insisted, the desperation in her voice soaring.

“There were no survivors,” Alicent replied, her tone heavy with the weight of acceptance, an acceptance that felt like betrayal.

Helaena’s eyes glistened with tears as she twisted her fingers together, seeking solace in their familiar dance. Alicent took a deep breath, gathering herself before adding, “The funeral for Jaehaerys will go on as planned, and… we’ve been asked to ride on a wagon throughout the city.”

With a swift turn, Helaena faced away from her mother, leaning against a sturdy timber beam that framed her bed. “I don’t want to,” she murmured, her voice defiant yet frayed.

Alicent’s expression twisted with empathy; she understood her daughter’s pain all too well. “Neither do I,” she admitted, her heart heavy with the weight of duty. “But when a thing like this happens… a blow to the king is a blow to the realm. When the people share our grief, they draw closer to us.”

“I don’t want them closer,” Helaena shot back, “I don't know them.”

“Sometimes, we have to pretend,” Alicent whispered.

Defiance shattered, the tears Helaena had valiantly held at bay now cascaded down her cheeks. The truth settled in her chest like a stone. “Why?” she questioned, her voice choked with pain.

Alicent stepped closer, “We are representatives of the throne. We have a duty,” she reaffirmed.

Helaena offered no reply, her silence a testament to her grief. Instead, she turned away, allowing her tears to flow freely as she braced herself to mourn not only the loss of her son but the fading light of her dearest friend.

You were dead.

Those haunting words echoed relentlessly in Aemond's mind, a cruel mantra he could not shake off. You were gone, and he would never again behold your celestial beauty, nor bask in the warmth of your radiant smile. The soft comfort of your embrace, which had always been his sanctuary, was lost to him forever. You were gone, and with that, the future he had imagined—a life entwined with yours, filled with laughter, children, and the tender joys of family—vanished into the ether.

He knew he should have fought against the tides of fate, should have raised his voice and insisted on accompanying you to The Reach. But in that fateful moment, he had faltered, and now the price was your death.

The one soul who had loved him unconditionally—perhaps the only soul that ever had.

In the throes of despair, he had ravaged his own chambers in a storm of sorrow, crashing furniture and shattering glass. Yet, even amidst the chaos, he found no solace. Driven by a desperation he could hardly understand, he stumbled to your chambers, longing to find you smiling, blissfully unaware of his turmoil.

But the truth awaited him there, stark and unforgiving: your room stood as a mausoleum, empty and frigid, a world devoid of the warmth you once brought. A wretched reminder lingered in the air, a bittersweet trace of your scent that was now inseparable from his suffering.

And so, in his agony, he lay upon your bed, a canvas of despair draped in the remnants of your essence. He curled around your pillow, desperately inhaling the lingering fragrance of you, each breath a silent prayer for your return as tears slipped from his eyes, tracing paths down his cheeks.

There was a desperate thought that flirted with the edges of his grief—perhaps he should end it all, surrender to the oblivion that beckoned. In that darkness, he imagined a reunion with you, a sweet escape from the relentless pain of war and dread. Yet even in his muddled sorrow, a flicker of sanity held him back, urging him to cling to the slivers of his own existence, the remnants of a life that felt achingly incomplete without you.

Even if he were to shatter this fragile existence, he knew deep down that he would not be reunited with you; heaven would welcome your pure soul, while he would drown in the torment of hell's grasp.

Shame twisted in his gut as he found himself in the Blue Pearl, entwined with a woman who was not you. The very same woman who had robbed him of his innocence so many years ago, the one who had snuffed out the last vestiges of his untainted childhood.

"The love of my life is dead," Aemond murmured, his voice barely more than a whisper against Madam Sylvi's soft, perfumed skin. He was acutely aware of the hollowness inside him, a well from which no more tears could flow.

"You are still young, my prince. There will be many more to come," Sylvi cooed, her voice a melodic attempt to soothe his anguish. But her words only ignited a flicker of anger within him. How could she presume to understand? How could she speak of future loves when in his heart, there was only room for you?

"The last time I laid eyes on her, she told me she loved me," he said, squeezing his eyes shut as if he could summon forth that cherished moment. "I was the happiest I had ever been. And yet, how swiftly that joy was cruelly ripped away."

"Daemon sent them to kill me," he continued, his tone darkening with the weight of truth. "I was out."

"You were here," Sylvi stated.

"In truth, I am proud… that he considers me such a foe," Aemond confessed, a grim satisfaction threading through his grief. "And that he seeks to murder me in my bed—he fears me. His actions have borne my lady love’s tragic end, and he will answer for it."

"As well he should," Sylvi replied, her gaze intense. "The boy is grown into a man." She leaned closer, her lips hovering tantalizingly close to his.

"Mm. No. Not here," Aemond said with a frown, his body recoiling from her advances. Disgust flooded through him as he shifted away from her, seeking refuge on her thighs, though his thoughts were elsewhere. The brothel faded into the background as memories of you flooded his mind—your laughter, your warmth, the connection that ignited his very soul.

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kinktober day seven: edging kink

>>> i can just see kento being such a punishing dom like i can't help it?? i really hope you guys r enjoying so far! this marks the first week of kinktober <3

>>> starring: kento nanami x curvy!fem!reader >>> cw: uh edging probably, possessive nanami, jealous nanami, he hates gojo lmao, one pussy slap, creampie, punishment. >>> wc: 2.8k >>> event masterlist

the way other sorcerers talked about nanami pissed him off. they always spoke about how boring and strict he was, so plain and simple. sometimes they even went so far as to question how he even managed to score you in the first place, much less keep you satisfied. how much more could you insult a man? sure, he kept to himself. he enjoyed keeping his private life private, and there was no harm in that. he found little reward in wearing his heart on his sleeve or bearing all that was important to him out in the open, considering that you were probably the only thing in that category anyway. his friends from school should find themselves grateful they even know about you, but to criticize the way he loves you? that’s intolerable.

if his friends or coworkers asked you about your relationship, you would gush for hours about how attentive he is, list all the ways he spoils you rotten, sing that you’re the luckiest girl in the world. not to mention your sex life, goodness—he was by far the best you’ve ever had. that’s the best part about a boring mask, looks can be oh so deceiving. nanami was insatiable, and he had so many different moods. he was skillful, tender, and loving always, but that comes across differently in missionary than it does with you bent over the kitchen counter, doesn’t it? your body just so happens to be the cure for all his ailments, any concerns or worries that plague him are usually abandoned once he crosses the threshold of his home to see your sweet smiling face happy to see him.

keyword being usually. today was especially bad. gojo’s insufferable as always, but now he even has yuji questioning him about you. all planned by the special grade sorcerer, no doubt, but still grating on his last nerves, nonetheless.

“i didn’t know you were dating l/n-sensei!” yuji says, walking alongside his favorite mentor. gojo trailed them, trying to contain his giggles as he watches nanami’s back straighten.

he sighs, adjusting his glasses up his nose a bit. “yes. she is my partner.” he says, letting his eyes slide to the side to examine itadori’s perplexed expression.

“but she’s so—”

“youthful, exuberant, charming and fun?” gojo interrupts as yuji struggles to find the words to explain his sensei-induced-confusion. itadori nods vigorously.

“yeah! and she just seems like the type to be adventurous! you guys make a funny pair i guess! i always thought l/n and gojo sensei would end up together!” yuji explains with his signature innocence, no idea how biting that sentence felt. meanwhile gojo just watched with a fiendishly satisfied smile, able to recognize the clenching of nanami’s jaw for the jealousy that it was. and yuji kept going. “they just seem so close! they always laugh at each other’s jokes and eat lunch together!”

kento’s brow drew up to his hairline at that, the infamous swells of envy stabbing deep in his chest. “oh? i had no idea they were such good friends. you know they say opposites attract. i suppose my maturity is what attracts her to me.”

he doesn’t fool anyone, not even himself. all he can think about is itadori’s words and the smug expression on gojo’s face when he looked at him. and as tender and loving as nanami is, nothing can calm the jealousy running through his veins. as soothing as your presence is, nothing can keep the anger off of his face when he enters his home.

your grin dissipates at the sight of his stoic irritation, and you wonder what could have happened at work today to garner this level of rage. he watches as you rise from the couch, where you already have your favorite show to watch together queued and waiting for him, no understanding of why he watched you like a predator. your smile is hesitant now, because you can read him so well and can tell he’s pissed. you approach anyway, taking his coat off with a peck to his cheek.

“rough day, my love?” you frown, hanging his coat on the hook. he debates on what to say in response. is he angry? of course. at you? moderately, but he knows it’s unreasonable. he knows you love him more than breathing, and he trusts you more than anyone on the planet. but, you also know better than anyone how much he disdains satoru gojo. he’s been a pain in his side since he can remember, and you have quite literally always known that. even in school, you would tease him over his annoyance over the sorcerer. it got worse whenever you started working at the school with gojo. nanami was sure the white-haired menace would flirt with you if only to get under his skin—not to mention the possibility of him actually wanting you for himself. but it wasn’t your fault. you couldn’t help the fact that you’re gorgeous and bubbly and wonderful and all those things gojo described you as. you also couldn’t help the fact that the special grade sorcerer was the only person around that could stir up nanami’s feelings of high school envy and inadequacy.

but you can help him get control back.

“go get in bed for me, darling.” he replies, the muscles in his jaw ticking with every passing second. he’s staring through you, in a mental place far away from here. you know better than to question that tone, and the heavy set of his brow coupled with the intensity swirling in his woodsy brown eyes has you nodding obediently. you walk towards your room, feeling his angry stare against your back the entire way. you wonder if this has something to do with you, given just how irritable your fiancé seems. still, you can’t deny the flicker of excitement shooting down your spine as you peel your clothes off. you can hear the click of his shoes approaching as you crawl rather provocatively onto the bed.

“itadori tells me you and gojo-san are so very close.” he says as he leans against the door way. he thinks it’s so cute how you wiggle your ass a bit to try and get out of the trouble you know is coming. gojo is a sensitive subject, and though you can’t see his face, you can tell by the tone of his voice that he is indeed sensitive about it. a slight fear creeps through your veins, but it tickles a dark corner in your brain.

“he’s mistaken.” you purr back easily, laying flat on your back to look at him. he’s absolutely brooding, those deep set brown eyes boring holes into yours. he’s roughly loosening his tie, a mockingly amused smile tugging at his tightly drawn lips. you look good enough to eat, and he certainly plans on it. your body is such a treat, all spread out with that deer in a headlights look on your face. he can’t wait to show you why gojo could never come close.

his brows inch upwards as he slips his tie off and starts working on the buttons of his shirt. typically, that would be your job, but this all played into nanami’s game. you’re already sucking in a deep breath at the sight of his toned and tanned physique, his dark blue button-up falling in a pile on the floor.

“is that so? gojo himself seemed amused by the notion.” he drawls, the smoothness of his deep tone so silken and even you almost forget the storm brewing in his gaze. you watch his deft hands move towards his belt, undoing it easily as he waits for your next rebuttal.

“we’re coworkers.” you enforce, looking at him with such surprise in your eyes. you knew kento had his issues with gojo, but you never thought he would seriously doubt you. “don’t be ridiculous, darling, please. you know how much i love you.”

“and you know how much i hate him.” he spits out in reply, dark clouds covering the room. you gulp in an effort to escape some of the tension, your mind caught in between genuine worry and the heat you feel licking up your body at his possessiveness. you’re struck silent by the weight in his voice, the near growl that comes out. he slides his pants and boxers down in the same push, his erection almost as angry as he is. your thighs start rubbing together automatically at the sight of him, he’s perfect. he’s long and curved, his hair perfectly trimmed to accentuate his pretty length. “yet i’m told you eat lunch together every day.”

there’s that tone again, that gruff snarl at you for playing right into the special grade’s hands—he’s warned you about this, about gojo’s manipulation. you shake your head in an effort of apology as at last, he pulls his glasses off and sets them carefully on the desk slowly to torture you with the sight of his god-like body.

“more like once a week–kento please, it’s not like that at all! we lesson plan! he’s just trying to get to you.” you assure, biting your lip to keep from pleading for his touch. you’ve been laying here neglected for ten minutes now, but begging could possibly only make it worse.

“it’s working.” he grumbles, his hateful stare making the desire multiply in your gut. he was always so tender and caring, but you had a feeling he would be anything but tonight. he sits at the edge of the bed and you subconsciously spread even wider for him. he rests his hand on your shin, rubbing rough circles on the flesh. nanami had to remind himself that you were his, and clearly you needed the reminder too. he lays flat on his stomach, aggressively keeping your legs parted. “always laughing together, hm? i hope you find this humorous, then, my love.”

you go to respond, to try and sing your innocence one last time, but your feisty lover’s wet tongue silences any protests as it glides through your folds to bump up against your nerve bundle. your legs jerk up a bit in surprise, but his harsh grip keeps them from reacting too violently. normally, between your legs is kento’s favorite place to be after a long day, the ambrosia taste of you was the cure to any and everything, even now, he moans out in satisfaction. this time though has a frenzy to it, his tongue flicking over your swelling clit as his fingers dig into the plush beneath him. he knows the grip will bruise, but he couldn’t be bothered to care all that much at the moment.

your hands fly to his honey locks, the feeling of his teeth grazing your need skillfully had the knot in your stomach coming loose with every passing second. he’s making animalistic noises as he devours you, the air quickly filled with the sounds of your meek pants. it’s so cute how you rut your hips into his face, desperately trying to chase your high. you’ve always been this way, so addicted to the feeling of his mouth on your sex that your body can’t help but beg for more. he can tell by the sounds that you’re making that you’re close, and he can’t help but grin to himself.

you tug on his hair a bit harder, your other hand fondling your chest. he’s hungry and rough as he nibbles and laps, and you know you won’t make it much longer. that is until he pulls away, looking stern when your eyes fly open to meet his. you’re pouting already, tugging his hair again. “baby, don’t be mean.”

he chuckles darkly at the whining, shaking his head. he likely won’t respond either, all part of the torture. you frown even deeper if possible, so annoyed with gojo right now that you may quit your job altogether.

“kento–” you chide, wanting to fight for your right to cum, but he interrupts you with a harsh slap to your cunt. it makes your body jolt forward and a little squeal tears out of your throat, the sweet pain making your mind a little dizzy. he sits up, tapping his length against your clit now. it still makes you jump a little every time, the hazy look in your eyes after just one denial was so sweet it almost had him rethinking the punishment altogether. “i’m sorry, he’s just my friend, i won’t even talk to him any—”

he stuffs his cock into you all at once, the burn and surprise making you gasp instead of finishing your sentence. his jaw is still hard set as he puts your knees over his shoulders, not caring about the vicious angle he makes while lifting your hips off the bed. he doesn’t want to hear any apologies, he doesn’t want you to make any promises, he just wants you to be so marked up and unable to walk when you see gojo tomorrow that no one ever questions him again. he plants his foot on the bed and starts driving into you, brutal and quick. his need to claim is obvious, he can’t stand that smug look on his fucking face ever, but especially not in regards to his woman.

you don’t even have the opportunity to scream, his pace so punishing you can’t form a thought to speak out anyway. it hurts so good, how heavy he feels inside you, the sting from him colliding with your cervix over and over until your eyes are scrunched closed in pleasure. your core burns again, your hole flutters around him so prettily he knows he’ll only be able to go through with this from sheer determination alone. he can tell you’re about to come undone again, the little pants coming from your lips and the way you claw at his forearms is all the evidence he needs. he draws out to the tip, stilling and watching with slight amusement as you whine and pout again, moving your hips in an effort to keep him going.

“so mean to me, baby..didn’t even do nothing, please!” you huff, frustrated with his relentless denial. he knows exactly how to drive you crazy, sending you spiraling quickly. perhaps this is what he needed, to control you utterly and completely, to make you plead for him. “please ken, just wanna feel good, just want my man to make me feel good, i’ll be so good for you, i promise, won’t even talk to him no more!”

he chuckles a bit, thrusting back in to stop your stupid babbling, as cute as it was. and yes, the begging was a slight boost to his ego. besides, you’ve almost learned your lesson, and he’ll need to let you cum for it to really sink in. he fucks you like he hates you again, turning you to your side, folding one leg over the other to make you his own personal pretzel. it lets him hit so deep you’re almost scared your organs will take permanent damage. you can’t hold back your wails, colorful orbs dancing across your vision as you mindlessly scratch at the headboard in front of you.

“if you want to cum at all, do it now.” he commands, the roughness in his voice may have been enough to bring on an orgasm all by itself, but you have no problem following his orders with the way he pounds you. you nod because it’s all you can bring yourself to do, squeezing down on him and coating him in all the pent up release you’ve been denied. he quietly groans, dick jumping until he covers your insides.

“oh darling, you can talk to him. in fact, i want you to. tomorrow, i want you to waddle into the teacher’s lounge and answer all of his questions.”

#kyleewritesjjk #kylee's kinktober event #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #kento nanami x reader #jjk x reader #nanami kento #nanami x reader #jjk nanami #nanami thirst #nanami smut #nanami x edging

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sommerregenjuniluft · 1 year ago

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@jegulus-microfic march 25 - eyeliner - 2341 words

<33 of losing babies and chance meetings in hawaii

Regulus rubs at his eyes, smudging the remains of eyeliner from the previous evening probably only more.

It’s been a wild night out given that Regulus found himself the only one out of his friend group appearing down for breakfast at the hotel’s buffet. He went for a classic hangover comfort food, coffee with beans and toast and while he longed for the sausages and eggs and fruit and frozen joghurt Regulus isn’t fool enough to think he would have been able to keep all of that down.

Sleep is already tugging at the corners of his mind again when he presses the elevator button to bring him back up to his hotel room to doze away another few more hours. There’s a nice breeze coming in from the double doors leading out to the pool and Regulus leans against the cooling marble of the wall, eyes closed, soaking it all in.

It’s been Pandora’s idea, to get the five of them out for a few days over easter, away from home. From work and family—not that the latter was much of Regulus’ concern—and Regulus must admit that this one is definitely one of her better experiments.

The elevator doors ding and Regulus blinks open his eyes and steps forward only to come to an immediate halt because—

Because there’s a baby in the lift.

Just– all by itself.

Sitting in its buggy. Completely at ease.

Alone.

No like…parent or guardian inside.

What appears to be a small boy with the wildest sort of curly, black hair Regulus has ever seen sits in his seat, one spiderman sock barely hanging onto his toes, chewing away on a toy in his lap and gazing with big, intensely green eyes up at Regulus.

“Uh, hi there, baby,” Regulus says. He sets a foot onto the threshold to keep the doors open and bends down, “Where’s your family, buddy?”

The kid suddenly throws his little body back into the padding of his buggy with a blinding grin and a screech of what Regulus assumes to be ecstatic elation, “Pafoo!”

“Bless you, mate,” Regulus replies politely.

The little boy reaches his hands out to Regulus, “Out!”

And, well, the little bugger might be onto something here because as of right now Regulus must look like a right nutter talking to the inside of an elevator and if the little one’s parents are going to try and find him they’ll probably start at the elevator areas on each floor.

So Regulus gets the small kid out of the elevator and wheels him over to where a set of dark leather sofas and armchairs are gathered opposite the elevator doors.

When Regulus sits down across from the little boy he giggles, happy as ever, as if nothing was amiss.

Well, at least the one time Regulus finds a lost baby it’s a happy one. Lucky draw, he thinks.

The boy is back to chewing on the little rubber ring again and Regulus eyes him curiously, chin propped on his fist. The boy’s skin is a warm brown, similar to Evan’s and Pandora’s and there’s a faint layer of freckles dotting his nose—just like it will happen to Regulus after a few more days out under the Hawaiian sunshine. There’s a small patch of drool on his yellow shirt but he looks clean otherwise.

After another moment of inner contemplation Regulus finally reaches out and tugs the sock back into place.

The boy snickers, wiggling his foot and Regulus finds his lips tugging at the corners.

“Pafoo, out!” the boy repeats again.

Regulus frowns, “Yeah, mate, I already got us off the elevator.”

The little boy keeps squirming in his seat.

“Oh,” Regulus makes when it dawns on him, “Oh, out. Er– yes, sure, hold on.”

He scoots forward on the leather to inspect the little belt trapping the boy in his seat. Eventually Regulus finds the lock, figures out the mechanism and untangles the boy from his buggy. Before he has the chance to freeze and wonder if the boy is even old enough to be able to walk yet there are small, chubby arms reaching out to him and tangling around his neck.

“Oh, okay,” Regulus blinks, feeling his tiny body warm where it’s pressed into his chest, “Um, okay, I’m– okay, uh. Hi.”

The boy pulls back from the crook of Regulus’ neck, smiling brightly. “Hi,” he replies, sweet as sugar and waving a hand at him. Regulus’ heart does not melt.

Regulus’ eyes however clock the small bracelet on the boy’s wrist, donned with little letters spelling out the name Harry.

“Harry, huh?” he asks. “My name is Regulus.”

Harry makes another one of his loud, elated noises, “Pafoo!”

“Nah, mate, Re-gu-lus.”

“Pafoo,” Harry grins.

“Fine,” Regulus sniffs, “I guess I shouldn’t expect too much from a one or two year old.”

Harry giggles again, nose scrunching adorably and hiccuping little laughs into Regulus’ shoulder.

If Regulus had ovaries he’s pretty sure they would be actively doing something right now which– is decidedly a disturbing thought to have. In a manner of trying to distract himself Regulus looks around, gaze landing on the socks once more.

“So what’s your favourite Spiderman movie, Harry?”

“Spidey!”

“Yes, which one?”

“Pafoo.”

“Mine’s probably the one with Andrew Garfield.”

“Mo!” Harry yells suddenly, pointing back at his buggy.

“Mo?” Regulus asks, confused.

“Mo,” Harry makes again, knocking his tiny, loosely curled fists against each other.

That’s when the clarity washes over Regulus, lips dropping open with a silent oh of understanding. It’s sign language for more.

He’s seen young parents teach their babies sign language for easier communication and with Dorcas being hard of hearing Regulus and his friends obviously have taken on learning a whole lot as well. The basics are as easy for Regulus as English and French are by now.

“More of what?” Regulus asks, doing the according signs.

“Tea!” Harry responds, smiling brightly, clearly happy with being understood.

Regulus kicks at the buggy to turn it and then fishes a sippy cup out of the holder next to the handles.

Harry slurps away at his cold tea content and does the little gulp ahh thing small kids do when they exhale once they’re done drinking.

Regulus does not think about adopting a baby.

“Harry!” someone calls from the end of the hall suddenly and may the gods stand by because the person running over is undoubtedly the most handsome man Regulus has ever seen.

The small boy in Regulus arms is literally a carbon copy what with the wild, black hair, the dark skin and the bright smile.

“Dada!” Harry yells, as if it wasn’t clear as day that they share the same DNA.

Regulus’ hands start sweating where they’re still around Harry’s now wiggling body, watching the young man rush over.

“Oh, god, thank you thank you,” the stranger chants, carefully lifting Harry out of Regulus’ hands, “Hi, baby, hi. Daddy’s here. Oh, holy fuck.”

Regulus snorts a little at the crude language but, alas, Harry is probably too young to remember anyways.

He gives them their little moment of embracing, fighting against the restless squirming in his stomach, the thing scratching at the inside of his walls demanding to find out everything about the cute boy’s father.

Once the young father has got enough squeeze time and Harry starts trying to wiggle free, he lets out another string of curses, this time Spanish, and Regulus barely refrains from whimpering.

He has to trap another one behind his teeth when the man finally, actually glances at him, relief clear on his features, laughing breathlessly and chocolate brown eyes glinting happily and with ebbing nerves.

“Thank you, I’m–” the handsome stranger blinks a little, mouth working uselessly before he slips back into a lopsided grin, “Hi, I’m James, you- wow, hello, uh– thank you, um, for Harry. I’m so glad he’s okay, I’m James– by the way. And you are? Aside from my gorgeous knight in shining armour.”

Regulus cocks a brow, hands on his naked hips right above the elastic of his short running pants and below his cropped, black shirt with pink letters saying those are bold words for someone in stabbing range. It was a Christmas present from his friends and the first thing he saw after rolling out of bed with a hangover this morning, sue him.

“No problem, he’s a little sunshine,” Regulus replies, gazing at Harry where he’s fiddling with James’ necklace, “I’m Regulus.”

“Wait,” James says, jaw dropping, “Your name is—”

“James!” it comes from the other side of the hall, followed by another rush of footsteps and Regulus turns to see two more men jogging over to them. One of them being—

“Jesus, fuck, I’m so glad you found him,” Sirius says, eyes fixated on James and Harry.

Sirius, as in, Regulus’ older brother Sirius.

Sirius, as in, Regulus’ older brother that he hasn’t seen in four years.

Sirius with his long-ish hair falling down to his armpits now in long, soft curls. Sirius with his arms full of tattoos and wearing red bootie shorts and having pierced nipples and Sirius with pink cheeks and a relieved look on his face and Sirius having his fingers interlaced with another man’s.

Sirius blowing out another breath as he strokes the little boy’s cheek carefully, “Where’d you find h—”

Sirius that swivels and looks right at Regulus standing dumbfounded in a random hotel lobby on fucking Hawaii.

“Regulus.”

“Sirius.”

“I– what are you doing here?”

Regulus narrows his eyes, “I found Harry.”

“You what?”

“Are you deaf?” Regulus shoots back, “I found your friend’s baby.”

Sirius’ mouth drops open, “Excuse me, that is my godson.”

Regulus slips into a frown, suddenly and stupidly feeling a bit possessive over the little kid that is clearly taken with him but apparently supposed to be his older brother’s godson.

He sniffs, crossing his arms, “Well, you’re clearly not doing your job well seeing as you’ve lost him. Also he called me his Pafoo.”

Regulus expects Sirius to volley back another insult, a counter-argument or something of the likes but instead he lets the loudest, most dramatic gasp rip from his throat.

“Oh God,” James mumbles, blanching but failing to keep his lips from twitching.

The man next to Sirius looks just as conflicted, instantly cooing into Sirius’ ear soothingly and rubbing his shoulder as this one whimpers like a wounded dog.

“What?” Regulus asks, looking at James.

The handsome father winces with a badly concealed grin before he ducks close, murmuring, “It’s Padfoot. That’s what we call Sirius, it’s sorta his nickname.”

Regulus can’t help it, the gleeful laugh bubbles right out of him. He could kiss little Harry right now.

“No!” Sirius wails, letting himself fall back into the lanky, taller man’s arms. “Betrayal!”

“Come now, Pads, he’s 18 months old,” the third man says soothingly.

“Remus is right,” James concurs, “Harry doesn’t even know my mum from our neighbour most times.”

“Effie doesn’t live with you,” Sirius cries out.

Regulus thinks there might actually be tears forming in his eyes.

“And neither do you,” James says pointedly, “You’re across the hall and you work full time, might I remind you. You’re over maybe four times a week.”

“Five! At least!”

“Sirius, darling, please stop yelling,” Remus mutters, glancing at a passing old couple with a wobbly smile.

Regulus grins, “No, please keep going, this is the highlight of my vacation so far.”

There’s a poke in his naked side and when Regulus looks over James is giving him a playful scolding glare.

Regulus digs his teeth into his lower lip, voice purposefully innocent, “What?”

“Don’t be a tease,” James chides but it sorta loses the edge with how wide he’s smiling.

“Or else?” Regulus counters.

James hums, giving Regulus a once over before clearing his throat, looking back at his friend, “Here, Moons, can you take Harry for a second?”

Sirius makes an affronted noise, looking downright stricken and he quickly takes Remus’ outstretched hands, pulling, what is presumably his boyfriend, out of reach for James. “Two Potters in one day!? Prongs, are you trying to kill me?”

James sighs, pulling Harry back against his hip which then decides to reach out his hands to Sirius, “Pafoo.”

“That’s right,” Sirius sniffs, crossing the distance and ripping Harry from James’ hold, “I love you, little stinker. You’ll get it with time, I know you will. You’re such a smart boy, Hazza.”

Harry immediately starts playing with the thin braids in Sirius’ hair and his brother swivels to level Regulus with a triumphant smirk.

“Whatever,” Regulus says, crossing his arms again.

But before jealousy, no matter over whom, can spread itself in Regulus’ chest, Sirius is stepping closer.

Regulus is certain their flip flops nearly touch and Sirius is staring at him intensely with the same eyes he sees in the mirror every day, and it makes him swallow. The freckle over Sirius’ mouth is just the same as four years ago, as is the one on Regulus’ temple.

“There’s a baby swimming lesson at the pool I wanted to attend with Harry later at 2,” Sirius says, voice husky, “Care to join?”

Regulus was supposed to meet the others back in Barty and Evan’s room at 3 but they’re probably passed out until then anyways. “I think I can make some time,” he replies airily.

Sirius blows out a heavy breath through his nose, before slipping into a grin, “Good.”

“Good,” Regulus mimics.

“I bet Harry floats better than you,” Sirius taunts, “Do you still sink like a stone?”

“It’s amazing how much of a talent you still possess for making me regret things,” Regulus snips back.

Sirius bumps their shoulder together, making Harry giggle and Regulus purses his lips in an effort to hide his smile.

And then James is there on the other side of him, taking Harry back from Sirius and smiling sweetly down at Regulus and for some reason his cheeks feel a little warmer suddenly.

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[also for personal reasons i need everyone to know these were the booty shorts sirius was wearing]

#dad james potter #i'm rewatching modern family and mitch and cam lost lily in an elevator on hawaii so now we have this #jegulus #jegulus microfic #starchaser #sunseeker #wolfstar #baby harry potter #toddler harry potter #lune writes #lune’s tiny fic #regulus black #james potter #black brothers #sirius black

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alexanderwales · 10 months ago

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Addendum to the post about Stardew Valley type games:

You know how in games like that, everyone has their set daily routine that changes according to the days of the week, the seasons, etc.?

I think it would be fun to have a game that's just that. You can see what path everyone walks and what they do every day, it's all lines on the ground to you from a bird's eye view: these people are creatures of habit. But their daily routines aren't just something that happens, it's also something that affects them. Bridget spends every day going to stare out at the sea, and it makes her a little bit more sad every day, because it reminds her of her father, who passed away when she was little. Nathan searches for bugs in the woods, hoping that if he gets the right one, he can bring it to show the woman who runs the museum.

So in some sense, this is a train game, but with people instead of trains. Everyone is on their tracks, and possibly there are interrupts to their schedules, but mostly what you're doing is nudging the tracks in various ways and trying to minmax their social interactions and routines.

So if Bridget is staring out at the beach feeling lonely and sad, you can nudge Nathan to go hunt bugs there instead of in the woods, and if you nudge him correctly, he'll end up at the beach at the same time Bridget is doing her mope session. And then, because it would be weird for them to both be at the beach in silence, they get to talking, and their little friendship meter or whatever fills up. And then, at some particular threshold, you get a notification that their routing has changed. The lines on the ground are redrawn, the schedule is updated, and Bridget and Nathan are friends now, and there's no reason for her to be at the beach anymore, because that lonely void has been filled. In the new routing, Nathan and Bridget hunt bugs in the woods together, hoping to find an interesting one but mostly just hanging out.

Your goal is to make everyone as happy as you can.

There's a lot that I'm still trying to work out here, I had the idea five minutes ago. For one thing, I'm not sure how the player should actually go about adjusting the routes. I guess I'm envisioning it like what Google Maps shows you, where you have multiple routes and can select different ones. Or maybe there's an option to change the destination sometimes, if it's one where the actual location doesn't matter. Kids will always have to go to school, but their mother has a choice of different part-time jobs so long as she's making a little extra income, so you can route her to either the doctor's office where she'll be a receptionist or to the mayor's house where she'll clean up. Some routes are therefore locked down hard for various reasons, while others are more flexible. And as the game goes on, which is which will change: someone who sort of didn't care where he was whiling away his time will get a job that's very important to him, two lovebirds will want to spend all their time together, but the carpenter divorces his wife and suddenly has a lot of free time on his hands, or the electrician finally finishes fixing the lighthouse and now is just sort of waiting on orders.

The other major question is how much we're exposing to the player in terms of the whys of our little train-schedule people. I think trying to do this with any more text than a handful of cutscenes would be a fool's errand, and instead you'd want to abstract it out as much as possible. Characters would have Motivations, Goals, Tasks they're making progress on each day, Friendships, Romances, and in general you should be able to look at their route and say "okay, this is motivated by this, this is motivated by that". I think Friendship Points are a kind of ridiculous concept, but they would work here, with each "stop" on the route adjusting friendships and romances up or down on the scale. Tasks gain some completion with every route completion, which is another way the game progresses forward.

The last major question is ... how do you build this? How do you create a town of thirty or so people with their own individual routes in such a way that a player can figure things out and be satisfied with each small solution? Because this is sort of a puzzle game, and as laid out here, it's the same "board" the whole way through, with everything interlocking. I think maybe you could map out the early game pretty easily, solve some trivial problems with a bit of extra routing, have everything else "locked" and unknown to limit scope, but I'm unsure how you advance past that.

Perhaps there's a version of this game where everyone has their routes but we're only looking at tiny slices of the whole town at a time, two or three routes that we can figure out. Maybe there's a man who doesn't care what his job is, so we make him the teacher, which frees up a woman to take a different job she loves, which means that she winds up in the gardens after work and meets a gardener we diverted there, and together they start a pottery club, which becomes a new event that people can be diverted to.

And at the end of the game, everyone is in the job they're best suited for, you've made people couple up, you've fixed all the problems, and the little clockwork town is humming along.

#game design

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sobeautifullyobsessed · 6 months ago

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Happy Christmas, Mr. Holmes

Sherlock Holmes x OC, established relationship, some fluff, some romance, humor, and sweet holiday feels🎄❤️🎄 four chapters, complete

Christmas comes to Baker Street in a form Sherlock Holmes had never envisioned. There's a sweetness in seeing the holiday through someone else's eyes, and there are lessons in holiday spirit and the nature of giving--as well as how Love makes the season even brighter--to be learned.

(One of my oldest fics, this is also one of my favorites ~ for it was motivated not only by my love for BBC Sherlock, but even more so by my love of Christmas. I put a lot of my heart into this one, and if you should give it a read, I hope you find it pleasing, and in keeping with the season! Excerpt under the cut.)

Somehow, without even meaning to, Sherlock's path had taken him here: Notting Hill, Saint Mary of the Angels Church. He certainly had not intended to end up here, not as he left the shoppe (its final customer of the day), his hot food wrapped up to be consumed along the way. Had he been woolgathering so much that he'd moved without thinking to the place he knew Tessa to be? Or, he asked himself truthfully, had he intended to get here all along, knowing that his heart really did long for the comfort of community which the brightly lit church represented, the warmth that seemed to flow out with the strains of music coming from within? The thought of Tessa inside, joined in prayer and song with others of her faith--was that the magnet that drew him here? A man who stood outside of everything this building represented, yet now wanted nothing more than to do as he was doing--opening the door to feel the tide of shared and simple Christmas gladness wash over him.

Sherlock allowed himself to enter the vestibule, but stopped there, feeling it was enough for now. He knew, not just from what he could hear (and remembering similar services he had attended as a boy), but from the time itself, that the service was almost over. It was quite enough to imagine her inside, singing joyfully, and most likely wishing he was there to share it with her. He felt a sense of peace that had eluded him all day long, a sense of belonging that had for so many years been out of reach. He thought of those who had made it possible for him to feel he finally fit in somewhere--of John and Mrs. Hudson, of Lestrade and Molly, and of his Tessa, who had worked a minor miracle of sorts; they had gotten him to this marvelous threshold, and she had managed to carry him across it at last. Sherlock felt such a swell of love for all of them, that he was grateful to be alone, fearing the light of it would shine so obviously upon his face that he might be taken, by strangers, for a fool...

tagging: @strangedreamings (who may have seen this a few times before😉) @ben-locked (putting the 'ship' aside, just for the Christmas feels?) @mousedetective @darsynia (because you 'get me' enough to appreciate this fic) @aphroditesdilemma @hithertoundreamtof23 (dunno if you like Sherlock, but I'm betting you like Christmas stories) @aeterna-auroral-avenger (for the Faith we share & which makes you a Christmas person 365 days a year)

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gingervitus · 1 month ago

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WIP Wednesday

much like Kelly Clarkson, here I am once again.

thanks for the tag @mythals-whore

tbh this was just going to be a drabble I was just going to post here, but I'm 1000 words in and haven't gotten to the point I wanted to make.

So here's a fluffy little thing I'm working on because real life is a little sad and sucks sometimes, and I just needed to give the illusion that Davrin and Silvia could have a happy ending in some distant timeline.

soft tags to @thatgaymerguyb @thedissonantverses @partially-controlled-chaos @serensama and whoever else wants to play. I was doing this every week long before anyone would have wanted to tag me because I love a WIP.

The appearance in the mirror requires a thorough inspection and a checklist of necessities before deemed appropriate for the day’s events. However, a sea of pale blue fabric leaves the rest of the list moot. Not a single thing matters if the bloody dress slops over slender shoulders like bed sheets. Shifting beneath the material, the figure in the reflection frowns. No moves seem to make a difference. The thing is more like an un-wrangleable beast than any sort of garment. All lopsided and ill-fitting in the morning light, a soft groan leaves lips as the first sound of life in the small room in hours.

“Fucking…” A series of incoherent grunts followed by several movements into different gaps in fabric that might be a sleeve bounce off of the wooden walls. “Putain de robe... pourquoi tu ne peux pas travailler putain?” The garment slides over a lean muscled shoulder, unceremoniously pooling at the pit of an elbow. “Putain!” Birds are chittering outside the window. A squirrel perches itself on the edge of a branch, attempting to pry open a walnut. “I’m going to look like a fucking idiot.” A sigh, defeated and resigned to the fate of a fool leaves a deflated chest.

Rook hasn’t felt so hopeless since she actually used that name. She’ll owe whatever gods might actually exist some sort of fortune if she just makes it through this day, but it’s feeling less and less certain that she will as the morning marches on. That’s fortunate, she supposes, because despite saving the entirety of Thedas from being consumed by the Blight she has little material to show for it. Not that she had been doing it for some sort of reward. Well… maybe initially, she had been hoping for some sort of incentive behind taking the reins and fighting elven gods. Crows do have a habit of getting paid for their work.

She isn’t a Crow anymore, though, nor is she a Rook.

Rolling her neck, she listens to the series of cracks as her spine resets. Eyes closed, the pops resonate in her ears. Grounding her to the moment. Reverberating beneath her skin. Should she maybe be stretching prior to this? There’s no harm in stretching. It never hurts to do so, at least. She isn’t preparing for a target. Isn’t staring down a contract. Just trying to wrestle herself into a dress. This shouldn’t be as difficult as it is.

“I don’t think anyone will think you’re an idiot.” An added voice isn’t expected and has her eyes shooting open. In the mirror, she finds an amused smile and a relaxed body leaning against the doorframe behind her. “Ridiculous? Absolutely, but not an idiot.” It was that easy smile that had this irritating habit of roping her in without hesitation. The very first time she saw it back at the Lighthouse she was done for. Her heart skipped a beat and she might as well have started getting into this stupid fucking sheet at that very moment. At the very least, she would have been ready by this point.

“Davrin,” she huffs, throwing her arms out at her sides to display the lopsided monstrosity she has been told to wear this day. “This is not a fucking dress.”

He pushes off of the threshold to saunter across the room toward her. “That’s because you’re wearing it wrong.” Laughing, he is laughing. At her misfortune, no less. What an asshole. “Do you want help?”

HAPPY WEDNESDAY!

So Silvia is originally from Orlais and sometimes will slip into some French in moments of frustration. Here's some translating for you.

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT SPEAK FRENCH. (having Lucanis mutter things in Spanish is far easier for me, so please be gentle)

putain de robe - fucking dress

pourquoi tu ne peux pas travailler putain - why can't you fucking work?

putain - fuck

Silvie has a terrible potty mouth.

#wip wednesday #davrook #davrin #davrin x rook #datv #dragon age the veilguard #oc: silvia “rook” de riva #rook de riva

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missmarveledsblog · 10 months ago

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Call me cupid part two (Joel Miller x reader)

Summary: after reassuring ellie sunshine was ok joel was finding himself more drawn to the woman, the two find an indifference on who should have the only bed and a face from sunshines past shows up leading from the best morning in a long while to the all too familiar feeling of fear

warnings : It's a fluff age gap sort of thing. angsty too soz , one bed trope , shitty people from the past , tommy and ellie being loveable yet smart asses

Walking into the millers was different than before , granted she was there during the day and leaving when the sun is setting . The second she walked through the threshold she felt a pair of arms wrapping around her waist almost knocking her back out the door with the force.

" she's ok ellie" she could hear joel's voice as her eyes looked down to see the girl holding her tightly.

" it was a nightmare i promise i'm safe" sunshine held the girl rubbing her head feeling the worried tears soaking through her shirt . "

you scared me " though it was muffled she could hear the girls words as clear as day .

" i'm sorry i scared you i promise i'm ok " she cooed kissing the girl on top of the head . " hey how about i come up sit with you til you fall asleep " she offered earning a nod in return. he watched as Ellie had a hold on her , pulling her hand as they walked up the stair , reminding him of sarah when she would have a bad night . He watched as sunshine completely put aside her own fear she still clearly had just to make sure Ellie was OK. He noticed that a lot how she would help anyone out no matter what was going on , he wondered how many times she done it when she was not feeling the best or when she was battling something no one could see.

That caring good nature was one of things he fell for . It was between that and her smile one that could melt the icebergs in seconds it was radiating warmness , her eyes that weren't dulled by the shit storm of the world , one's that still had a twinkle and a shine to them . though she was kind hearted soul , she still had that fire in her not afraid to let someone know her opinion or stick up for someone if they needed it . It wasn't hard to fall for sunshine though he knew he was older hell everyone gave them strange looks but even that didn't matter anymore , he was happy just to be her friend but maybe if he got the chance. Take the big jump and see if she felt the same , was that worth the risk of losing the friendship with such a person . Would Ellie forgive him for ruining it . There it was the part holding him back , the fear he held on to so tight .

" hey she's out cold " her voice rang through his every fibre of his soul .

" go take my bed " he smiled softly already seeing her ready to fight him on it .

" nuh uh now I will take the couch , unless you need me to tell you stories to help you go sleep I will go set up " she teased already going to grab her things only he was quicker .

" you can tell me your story when I set up on the couch , now darling I ain't taking no for an answer get that ass up those stairs and get yourself comfy " he ordered only for her to cross her arms and arch her brow letting him know she wasn't giving up on it . " I ain't taking your bed , plus your back fucked as is , sleeping on that sofa ain't gonna work for it so give me my things" she huffed going to grab them but it was useless he didn't even bother to retort , just walking past her and making his way up the stair as she whisper yell the whole time wanting to get her point across yet not disturb the sleeping girl in the room across . " oh you stubborn old fool " she huffed .

Before she even realised she had done it she pulled the man on the bed sitting on top of him . " I ain't getting up til you either accept I sleep on couch or til you fall asleep " even she was impressed, she could keep her tone strict, giving the close proximity and her own stupid move.

" So you're gonna be koala now , this is childish take the bed " he was laughing full on bell laugh .

" well I guess I'm a koala " she nodded not moving though she should before she did or said something stupid , holding her stubborn front .

" ok ok how bout we share the damn bed , it's big enough " he rolled his eyes pretending he wasn't in absolute heaven giving the situation .

" ok deal " she beamed taking it as a win climbing over to the inside of the bed. Pulling her shoes off and throwing them across the room . The delight in her win short live when she turned seeing the man taking his shirt off making her mouth salvate and dry up all in one go . The broad shoulder she would look at almost tripping her up due to the hold they had on her , tanned skin littered in scars showing how he didn't have it easy either during the who apocalypse.

" stop staring and go sleep you " he smirked hiding his face from her .

" i was koala at wrong damn time " she mumbled turning around her eyes heavy as sleep took over well not before she had the feeling the weight of his arms around her waist .

" wakey wakey love birds " Ellie voice rang out through the room making her groan and her head nuzzle more in his neck... Shit his neck. Her eyes flew open before she went to pull back only to feel his hands pull her in more .

" we will be up in a minute go way " joel's sleepy voice had her biting her lips so hard she could of sworn she tasted blood .

" joel and sunshine sitting in a tree " Ellie sang walking down the stairs .

" we gotta get up you know " she mumbled her hair ghosting over his chest .

" fine i'll go make coffee you get changed " he groaned getting up out of the bed giving her one last look before going to join Ellie. Now that he was not looking forward to,The teasing that awaited him just down those stairs while in his room she was changing .

" well you sly dog " god he wished the ground would swallow him whole , seemed everyone in his damn house .

" why you here Tommy " he almost growled walking to start making the coffee .

" was going to tell you patrol is covered when i seen sunshine's door was open , well spilt in half , I'll get some one fix that . I wanted to make sure she was ok , but my surprise to see my grumpy big brother cuddling like a dang Teddy bear " he could barely get the words out and he and Ellie fell over laughing.

" oh hey tommy " she flushed seeing the younger man there .

" well ain't you radiant this morning " he teased.

" Well ain't you an ass all the time " she bit back .

" your off patrol while you cuddle bugs were enjoying your morning I got someone to fill in for you I can't stay long got two new faces this morning , meeting them in canteen " .

" oh wait me and Ellie will go we wanna judge them " she giggled throwing her shoes on as Ellie nodded running off to grab her own .

The two girls stayed behind wondering who the newbies were , how they would fit in . While Joel was being the butt of all Tommy's wise crack and for first time he didn't give a shit , he had the best sleep in decades . They walked in seeing the the couple standing in center of the room watching everything around them .

" hey sunshine you ok " Ellie words had the men turning to see the usually happy woman completely still.

" I'll be a son of a gun y/n is that you " the man called making her stomach turned .

" hey its your little friend " the woman snidely smirked .

" you son of a bitch " One minute she was there next she was barging toward the two .

" hey hey look it's in the past now you best get over it " he shrugged .

" get over it ,you left me for that , took everything I had, left me on my own not caring if I could defend myself or not you selfish cheating son of a bitch " she yelled making everyone's gaze land on the commotion.

"Oh still your mad he got better childish really " the woman snickered .

" ain't no one around than sunshine , miss " a man stood .

" she not worth it , never was something to keep the bed warm "her ex growled .

" we ain't want them here " another called. " yeah anyone who could hurt sunshine can't be trusted " she stood in awe as the towns folk stood up for her .

" sunshine what do you think? " Tommy asked.

" I wanna say let them stay but they will take everything you have when your backs turned , hell i doubt their even truly alone " she turned only to hear the click of the gun and the feeling of the barrel on her back .

" now honey why you gotta go and say such a thing like that " .

Part 3

#joelmiller #joel miller x y/n #joel miller #the last of us #fanfiction #joel miller x reader #grumpy x sunshine #ellie williams #tommy miller #TLOU #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal fic #fluff #angstwithhappyending #the last of us joel #tlou joel #the last of us hbo

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meraki24601 · 10 months ago

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Helloo! I wanted to say that I loved your writing of the "Indulge Me for a Moment" story so much!! It's likely one of my favorite things I've ever read on Tumblr and I have no idea if your requests are open, but I'd be really really happy to see it if you ever decide to make another part to that! ^u^

I'm not even sure how I could even describe all the things about your writing that I thought was incredible, but the hero felt so tragic in a way that just hit right, and caretaker was so good too!

Okay, so I almost cried at work when I read this. Thank you so much!!! I don't really have any ideas for continuing the first story, but I did want to explore how the scene might have changed if Caretaker didn't know who Hero was. I definitely feel like Caretaker was a bit of a Hero fan the first time around to recognize them immediately, so... here we are! Thanks again for your kind message, friend. I hope you enjoy!

Indulge Me for a Moment: Version 2

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Caretaker knew what their new roommate was the first time they stepped into their apartment. They were a complete idiot. Although Caretaker had taken extra care to clean the entryway, they tripped and fell over the threshold. Caretaker managed to catch them before they hit the ground, but they still finished the tour with a limp. An idiot through and through.

Later, once Caretaker had lived with their new roommate long enough to be good friends, they would remind Friend of that first meeting just to watch them blush. Each time, they would deliberately ignore the flush on their cheeks as they remembered how Friend had looked up at them. The way they’d sighed in Caretaker’s arms, “My hero. Seems this is destiny, my dear.”

They would soon wish they could go back to thinking an idiot was all their friend was. One day, “Friend” brought work home in such a way Caretaker would either be cruel or just a fool to ignore it.

Caretaker was home later than usual. Villain had attacked the building next to their office, and a fight broke out between Villain and Hero. Even if the battle hadn’t blocked the roads, Caretaker wouldn’t have been able to pull themselves away from the window long enough to leave. The way Hero fought, unafraid to take a hit if it meant protecting innocent civilians, nearly brought a tear to Caretaker’s eye. They admired how Hero prioritized others even after the fight ended, directing emergency responders to others over receiving care themselves.

Footage of the fight wouldn’t be released until the next day, but Caretaker was nearly bouncing with excitement as they burst into the apartment, ready to recount the experience to Friend.

The mood dropped as the smell of bleach assaulted their nose instead of their cat, Pounce, attacking their feet. The faint remnants of the last of their scented spray only worsened the effect. Friend’s quiet voice in the kitchen was the cherry on top of the disturbing greeting, “‘M making ramen. W’nt some?”

“I think I’m alright.” Caretaker made their way to the kitchen, nearly tripping over Pounce, stationed just inside. Even the cat had wide eyes as they looked at what had happened to Friend.

Though Caretaker knew Friend’s job was occasionally dangerous, they had never come home that beat up before. Friend was prone to accidents and occasionally came back with new scars after one of their sudden work trips or family visits. This was far beyond normal clumsiness.

Caretaker cringed at the clumsy wrapping on Hero’s arm, the two large regular band-aids slapped on their forehead that had already bled through, and the steady growing stain on Friend’s side. They had no idea why Friend hadn’t gone to the hospital, but something about the order of the marks kept them from suggesting one. “Hey. You okay? What happened?”

“I’m fine, citizen. You don’t need to worry about me.” Friend whispered. They leaned forward to rest against the counter and stared down into the too-large pot of water on the stove. The burner hadn’t even been turned on.

Caretaker reached over to turn the burner on. They decided to ignore the way Friend pulled away from them. “Citizen, huh? Did you get mugged? You look like you’re going to pass out. Why don’t you have a seat and tell me what happened? You tell your story, and while I rewrap your injuries, I’ll tell you about the fight Villain started just outside my work.”

“Villain. Villain can’t hurt Caretaker.” One of Friend’s hands ripped at their hair while the other clutched the handle of the pot with a death grip.

Whatever this was, talking it out wasn’t going to help anything. Caretaker trusted Pounce to watch Friend as they ran to the bathroom to get the first-aid kit. The room reeked of bleach. Presumably, Friend had treated their own wounds in the small space and made a decent effort to clean up their mess despite their condition. There were still a few splatters of blood around and a full bloody handprint on the empty, bagless trashcan. Caretaker had noticed the bag sitting just outside the front door but hadn’t paid much attention to it.

The bag consumed their thoughts now. Even the first-aid kit was left a mess, but Friend had taken out the trash. They needed to see what was in that bag.

First aid tucked under their arm, Caretaker slipped silently past the kitchen and cracked open the front door. Blood was smeared across the inside of the clear garbage bag, and something sharp had poked a hole in the side. Caretaker only just managed to bring the bag back inside before the object broke through.

Caretaker had to swallow back the vomit. The bloody knife on the floor was all too familiar. They had watched Villain jam it into Hero’s side less than an hour ago.

Suddenly, several things began to make sense.

“Hero!” Caretaker burst into the kitchen. Their Friend, no, their Hero was completely bent over the oven, arms bracing them on either side of the pot, too close to the now hot burner for Caretaker’s comfort. They seemed fixed on the small but steady drops of blood that leaked from their nose and disappeared into the water below.

“It’s you. You’re Hero.” Caretaker swallowed their tears. They didn’t know if it was joy or worry that brought them to their eye, but they were certain that now was not the time. Not when Hero slowly turned to look up at them, and Caretaker saw Hero’s tears mixing with the thin lines of blood.

“No. I’m not. You don’t…” Hero whined. Their voice seemed to be all Pounce needed to strike. The cat bounded over to Hero’s side and raised up on her hind legs to lovingly claw at the back of Hero’s leg. Her strangled meow was overwhelmed by the sound of Hero’s pot smashing against the opposite wall and crashing to the floor. It was too much for both cat and human, but Pounce was the only one composed enough to run out of the room.

“You’re safe!” Caretaker cried as Hero collapsed on the floor in front of the oven. “Can you hear me? Breathe. You’re alright.”

Whining into the hand covering their mouth, Hero curled in on themselves. The low squelch the action caused made Caretaker sick. They had to move this along. Consequences be damned.

Caretaker whispered each move they made out loud. Scaring Hero again would be bad. Likely very violent, too. Unfortunately, the only way they could think of getting Hero’s attention might potentially turn out even worse. Even the sound of them setting the first-aid kit on the floor nearby made Hero flinch.

Raising their voice only slightly, Caretaker decided to test their luck. “Hero.”

Hero’s reaction was more than enough proof that Caretaker had discovered the truth. The shock of hearing Caretaker use their hero name was enough to pull Hero out of the depths of whatever memory they had been drowning in. They didn’t react more than looking up dazedly with a soft frown.

“Hero, It’s okay. You’re safe.” Caretaker didn’t dare move so much as an inch.

“No.” Hero’s voice was rough. Barely half of what it had been when they called out to Caretaker only moments ago. “I’m not…”

“May I touch you, Hero? You’re hurt.”

“I’m not—”

“I saw the knife. I was still at the office when you were fighting with Villain. I saw them stab you with it. It’s alright.”

Hero met Caretaker’s eyes. Caretaker wasn’t sure what their friend saw in them, but they were relatively sure it mirrored the fear Caretaker saw in Hero’s. Whatever they found seemed to be enough to convince them. For a moment, Hero shifted, their back straightened and Caretaker could see the hero in them. They saw the person Caretaker had spent hours talking about. Their idiot Friend became their true Hero.

Their Hero fell forward on their hands and knees. Blood sprayed the floor below them as Hero’s groans turned to deep chest-rattling coughs.

“Okay. It’s okay! Breathe, Hero.” Caretaker picked up the damp rag they had brought, lifted Hero’s head, and gently wiped away the blood and tears. Hero didn’t fight the touch, so they kept working. Removing the sloppily placed bandaids and cleaning the cuts was simple and quick.

“I, indulge me… for a mom’nt.” Hero stuttered. “Tell me— what you, you thought. Like n- normal.”

Caretaker tried to move on and unwrap Hero’s arm, but Hero pulled back with a barely audible “Wait.” So Caretaker did. They sat back on their heels, supporting grip still on Hero’s arm, and rambled about Hero’s fight. They pretended they hadn’t learned about Hero’s identity and went off like a teenage fangirl talking about their favorite celebrity. They kept going, even when Hero nodded permission for them to care for their arm. Caretaker could give them this moment were everything was almost like it was before. They didn’t let the way Hero kept flinching away from even the softest touch drive them away.

Once Hero’s arm was bandaged correctly, Caretaker pulled Hero into their arms. “I know now, Hero. You don’t have to deal with this alone.”

“It won’t be the same.”

Keeping their grip on Hero steady, Caretaker lowered Hero to lie on the floor. They were glad they’d mopped it earlier. They kept their face carefully neutral as they pulled Hero's shirt out of the untreated wound in their side. Hero's eyes drooped as the pain sapped the last of their strength, but their hand clung tight to Caretaker's shirt. “Don’t worry about that right now. For now, let me save my hero.”

Version 1

#whump fic #whump #whump scenario #whump writing #whump ideas #whump tropes #hero #caretaker #hurt/comfort #secrets revealed #weak hero

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mj-iza-writer · 11 months ago

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Masochist whumpee who messes up simple tasks to get hurt by their master. When whumper notices this they get very angry and decide to show whumpee what real pain feels like

Warning: lab whump. Inclusion of detailed amputation.

"Whumpee, you're going to get into trouble if Whumper catches on that you are messing up their experiments purposely", Test Subject 2, watched from their cell.

"I can't help it... It's the only way we get attention is when they test us", Whumpee held onto their side as the stinging went away, "I just want attention. I don't care how I get it."

"We are test subjects for this lab, we don't get things like that", Test Subject 3 sighed, "just behave before you get in a lot of trouble."

Whumper came in and opened Whumpee's cell.

"Come on. Let's try this over again", Whumper sighed as they lifted Whumpee into their arms.

Whumpee laid their head against Whumper's chest as they were carried to the room.

"Don't get too comfortable", Whumper scolded, "I'm not exactly happy with how your results are going. You've been causing a lot of unnecessary issues. I know it's not my test either, as the others are doing just fine."

Whumpee gulped.

"Wow, it's almost like night and day, you did that perfectly", Whumper frowned, "almost too perfectly considering earlier you barely understood what I was asking from you."

Whumpee nodded and looked down.

"You aren't purposely screwing up are you?", Whumper glared.

"N-no Master, I just thought a little more about what you wanted and was able to complete it now", Whumpee smiled weakly, "I-I'm sorry."

"Ymhmm", Whumper leaned on the table and pulled out their phone, "how about this video. I decided to place a camera in Test Subject 4's cell for a different a test and was upset to learn this behavior."

Whumpee gulped again as their conversation was played in front of them.

"Do you have anything to say for yourself?", Whumper grew angrier, "you have no rights in this lab. You have no rights to having wants for attention. You are a pitiful rat. My rat. I do not like that you played me as a fool."

Whumpee held their head down, "I-I'm sorry, I-I just want to be loved. I miss...."

Whumper backhanded Whumpee, sending them off the lab table and to the floor.

"You don't get to have wants", Whumper yelled and stomped toward them.

Whumpee crawled backward until they ran into the wall.

"Please... please", Whumpee pleaded.

Whumper grabbed them by the neck and pulled them up.

Whumpee stammered and choked as they were pushed against the wall.

"You want attention so much.... you just signed up for my newest experiment", Whumper grinned evilly, "I've been waiting to do this to somebody, but I didn't know who. It will be rather painful you see."

"No please", Whumpee whispered.

"You want my attention so much. Well, here you go", Whumper dropped Whumpee and watched them fall to the floor.

"Prepare them", Whumper stomped out of the room.

Whumpee was strapped down to a table and dressed in surgerical drapes.

Whumper came in dressed in surgical dress.

"Please Master, forgive me", Whumpee pleaded, "I won't do it again. I won't ask for anything. No wants, nothing. I won't even talk unless you want me to."

"I know you won't... not after this", Whumper sighed.

A team came in, also dressed for surgery.

"This test it to study how much pain the human body can be in. The test subject will be getting amputated at their wrist on their right arm. They will have to meet a certain predetermined threshold before anesthesia is offered", Whumper looked over the team, "this will also prepare this subject for future planned test. This subject is right-handed, so I will be able to study the effects of losing that hand."

"Please", Whumpee yelled, "don't do this... please."

"To late", Whumper didn't look at them, "everything is prepped, I'm not stopping now."

The first slice was made.

Whumpee's scream was blood curdling.

Whumper continued, ignoring Whumpee.

"We will leave some skin here for me to sew the stitches", Whumper sighed.

Whumpee continued to scream.

"Place something in their mouth for them to bite down on", Whumper continued to cut, "prepare the bone saw. I've already cut the arteries and veins, we are tying them off now. Nurse hold that."

"Whumper, they are reaching a very high rate. May I recommend anesthesia now", a different person showed them the screen, "they don't look like they are doing alright."

Whumper looked at the screen, then at Whumpee.

Whumpee was pale and shaking, sweat glistened from their skin.

"No, not yet. I want to see what happens once we hit bone", Whumper grinned.

Whumpee whimpered. They were in too much pain to even attempt yelling now. Their vision blurred and everything sounded muffled.

"Whumper in my professional advice may I...", they tried again.

"No you may not", Whumper sighed calmly.

Whumpee whimpered as they heard the saw start.

"Please", Whumpee whispered quietly.

Their back arched as the saw hit bone.

"You may give anesthesia", Whumper watched.

Whumpee was taken to their cell and laid down on the floor.

The other test subjects watched sadly as the nurses walked away.

"Ar-are you okay?", Test Subjest 2 broke the ice.

"N-no", Whumpee rolled over to look away from them. They cuddled what bit of their arm was left.

Whumper removed more than what was originally planned. After the anesthesia was given, Whumpee fell unconscious. Whumper decided to take more.

"What happened... what did they do?", Test Subject 3 asked curiously.

"They uhm", Whumpee couldn't say it. With tears in their eyes they showed the left over part of their arm.

"No", Test Subject 1 gasped.

"I wasn't given anesthesia until they cut into the bone. I felt it all", Whumpee sobbed, "I just wanted attention", they whispered, "is that bad of me? ""

After a few days Whumpee was taken back into the room so Whumper could examine the wound and make sure it was healing properly.

"How are you feeling?", Whumper talked absent mildly.

"Ok", Whumpee whispered, they made a small whine when the bandages were removed.

"What nothing else to say. You know you can talk right", Whumper moved the stump around.

"No Master", Whumpee kept their head low.

"Hmm, I guess that's fair. The surgery took a lot out of you, I bet. Your recovery seems to be doing well. You're eating and progressing. No signs of infection either", Whumper started to put new bandages on, "looking back, I believe I may have gone a bit too far by doing this to you... at least without the proper anesthesia for you. I'm sorry about that. You just made me so mad. I couldn't help myself."

Whumpee let a few tears fall. They splashed onto their uniform.

Whumper reached up and lifted Whumpee's face.

Whumpee's eyes were sunken in and dark. Their color was much paler than before the amputation. Their lip quivered as Whumper studied them.

"I understand that I shouldn't have messed with your results, bu...", Whumpee sniffled, "but what was so wrong about wanting attention. It's not like I was asking for much, I was happy with you beating me up. I just craved human touch.... wa-was that wrong?"

More tears fell from Whumpee's eyes as Whumper studied them.

"I have no answer for you besides the fact you ruined my research. In that, you irritated me to which I didn't care what you wanted", Whumper frowned, "I..."

"I know", Whumpee whispered in frustration.

"Hmm, alright back to your cell with you", Whumper frowned, "I'll consider if I want to give you any gifts for an apology."

"Don't bother, in the end you got what you wanted. You wanted an amputated test subject, you got one", Whumpee sighed.

"Watch your tongue", Whumper warned, "you can be upset, I understand that, but you may not speak freely."

Whumper sat at their desk studying some notes.

A nurse entered.

"How can I help?", Whumper frowned.

"Whumpee is refusing to eat, they denied breakfast and lunch", the nurse sat down, "they are dangerously close to getting sick if they don't eat. After that procedure."

"Tie them down and tube feed them then", Whumper frowned.

"No I'm not doing that", the nurse crossed their arms.

"Excuse me?", Whumper looked a bit shocked.

"After what you did to them, and what you do to those test subjects, you owe them all an apology", the nurse frowned, "they are all severely touch starved, you need to do something before they all die of broken hearts."

"I do, do I?", Whumper grinned, "tell me... since your the professional, what should I do to make a bunch of test subjects happy?"

"They're test subjects, but they're also people... can't you agree on that?", the nurse frowned.

"Fine if you are so concerned you can be the one to ask each one if there is something that can be provided to make them comfortable. I guess I should make it up to Whumpee, and it wouldn't hurt to boost their morals. Whumpee can't have anything until they eat though, got it?"

The nurse came back and handed a paper to Whumper, "everyone has spoken."

"Let's see what the idiots want", Whumper looked at the paper.

"Test Subject 1 wants some books... approved. Test Subjest 2 wants thicker blankets... approved. Test Subject 3 wants me to die or a coloring book and markers. Coloring book is approved, but they get crayons, I don't want marker everywhere. Test Subject 4 wants to die... makes since they are going through a bad experiment right now. They would like softer blankets... approved", Whumper frowned, "Whumpee wants attention and cuddles... they get a weighted blanket and a weighted teddy bear", Whumper went through the rest of the list. "Everything else is approved."

Whumper went down the corridor where the test subjects were kept. All of them huddled into the corner of their cell.

Whumpee turned away when they saw Whumper walk by.

"I thought I'd let all of you know your request were approved, at least most of them I don't plan on dying or killing any of you", Whumper sighed and started to leave.

The nurse entered minutes later with a cart.

"I come bringing gifts", they announced.

Every one came close to their cell doors to look.

Everything was handed out, but Whumpee still sat in the corner of their cell... they watched.

"Pss.. Whumpee, come here", the nurse finally came by, "Whumper approved for you to have a weighted blanket and weighted toy so I hope you like these, but you can also ask me for a hug whenever you like. That goes for all of you."

Whumpee took the gifts and nodded, "thankyou so much", they tenderly walked back to where they were sitting. Covered up with the blanket and cuddled the stuffie.

It wasn't enough, they needed more. They were thankful to the nurse for getting these things for them.... but one thing they had learned was not to voice their wants or desires too loudly. These items would have to do for now.

Probably a different type of story, I hope it's okay and that you enjoyed it. Thankyou for the ask.

#whump community #ask response #asked and answered #whump writing #whump ask

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cedarxwing · 1 year ago

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crying and throwing up thinking about you writing this

Brownham

Mamihlapinatapei

Mamihlapinatapei - The look between two people in which each loves the other but is too afraid to make the first move.

It’s late winter when Will comes home from the hospital, still hobbling with a cane from his gut wound.

Matthew is sitting on his front steps, playing fetch with Will’s dogs. They pant with excitement around him, eyes trained on the slobbery old tennis ball until they notice Will’s arrival and rush to his side. They jump for attention, but bending down would set his stitches on fire.

He plays absently with the tips of Winston’s ears. “Out on good behavior?”

“Yup,” Matthew says, glancing guiltily at Will’s cane. He’s not dressed for the weather, wearing only a light jacket and track pants, but he isn’t shivering. “They put me on mood stabilizers.”

“You feel more stable?”

“Not really, but I’m good at fooling the nurses.”

Will isn’t feeling particularly stable either. There’s a cavern in his chest where his heart used to beat, darkness heaving and coiling within. “What will you do now?”

“Not sure. I’ll probably go back to drifting. Pick up some work at a prison out of state.”

The thought of Matthew going under cover as that lisping dullard again doesn’t sit right with Will, but he shakes the feeling off. Not his business.

Matthew helps him up the porch steps, a steady hand at the small of his back, careful not to let him slip on the black ice. Will’s instinct tells him to push him away, but the support is… surprisingly nice.

It takes a while for Will to open the storm door. The lock always sticks when it’s cold, and he only has one hand to fumble with the key.

“Here, I got it,” Matthew offers. He deftly unlocks the door and holds it open. The living room beyond is dark and dusty.

Will pauses at the threshold, his dogs milling around at his feet.

Matthew has that fresh-out-of-jail look: pale, jittery, hair grown out over his forehead and ears. He’s rumpled and scarred and could use a bath. It’s kind of cute in an ugly sort of way—Will’s worst weakness when it comes to strays.

The obsession is still there. His eyes are too wide, too fixed on Will, like they’re trying to absorb him entirely. But Will’s used to obsession, knows how to handle it. Hell, he has a bit of it himself these days. And it’s not like he has much left to lose.

He rolls his tongue across his teeth before asking, “Do you know anything about boats?”

***

It takes several months to repair the Nola, but it would’ve taken much longer without Matthew’s help. He does all the heavy lifting for the first few weeks, hefting engine parts and sailcloth, operating the boom at Will’s direction.

“This is just like Castaway,” Matthew says as he watches Will rewire the bilge pump. “You’re Tom Hanks, and I’m the volleyball.”

Will wants to say that volleyballs don’t talk half as much as Matthew does, but the truth is he appreciates hearing a voice coming from outside his head.

Sick of the draft, Matthew takes care of the shattered living room window (“What the hell kind of mutant stag crashed through here anyway?”). In the evenings, he runs the dogs around the backyard until they’re too tired to jump all over Will. Once, when Will slips off the deck and lies face-up in the snow, paralyzed with gut pain, Matthew runs to him, carries him indoors, and frantically checks his stomach for tearing. Will isn’t allowed outside the house for three days after that.

Matthew cooks when Will doesn’t see the point of eating. Ham sandwiches, boiled hot dogs, and Kraft mac and cheese in cartoon shapes (“The extra crevices trap the sauce better”) are a welcome change from what he’s used to being served. Will doesn’t complain when his pancakes are burnt or when they have instant ramen for the fifth time in a row. He’s just happy to be completely sure of what he’s eating.

Mostly it’s nice to have someone else making noise around the house. The clatter of kitchen cabinets and the rat-tat-tat of video game gunfire keeps Will from getting lost in Hannibal’s kitchen, where he lies bleeding out on the floor, hands scrabbling uselessly at Abigail’s hemorrhaging carotid, distant footsteps echoing down the hall before the front door slams shut.

Matthew’s constant attention reminds Will that he’s not a ghost, especially in the middle of the night, when life is most like a dream.

Sometimes he comes down from the upstairs bedroom for a glass of water and finds Will staring out the newly-fixed window.

“Are the shadow people creeping around again?” he asks, peering over Will’s shoulder. For him, there’s nothing out there besides the gnarled hickory leaning over the driveway.

Will knows Hannibal isn’t really there, standing knee-deep in the snow, scarf snapping in the wind. The real Hannibal is done chasing. He wants Will to find him instead.

He glances back. Matthew’s shirtless—like always—except for the bathrobe he found buried at the back of Will’s closet when he first moved in. This close, he can feel the heat emanating from Matthew’s chest. He’s like a fucking furnace.

He’s tempted to reach out on a chilly night like this, if only to feel something, anything. He wants Matthew to press him against the mattress and make him forget. But Will’s teeth are growing sharper by the day, and his hands remember snapping Randall Tier’s neck mere inches from the bed. If he lets himself get too close, if Hannibal appears, sitting in the armchair by the fire, watching them…

Matthew places a warm hand on his shoulder. Sniffs subtly, checking for whiskey on Will’s breath, but he hasn’t had any tonight. “Come on, let’s get you back into bed.”

Will wants to protest whenever Matthew plays the orderly—this isn’t a nursing home, and Will isn’t his patient, for Christ’s sake—but he can’t find the energy. He lets Matthew guide him under his covers and swallows a pill with the water held up to his lips.

Matthew sits on the floor, head resting on his arms crossed on the mattress. He studies Will, unblinking. No one has ever cared this much about Will without asking for anything in return. It’s an awful feeling. He doesn’t deserve it.

Right before Will drifts off to sleep, he feels gentle fingers brush through his hair.

***

Come June, Will’s all healed up and the boat is hooked up to a truck, gleaming with a fresh coat of paint, ready for launch in the nearest marina. He does the final checks in the early morning, when he knows Matthew is still asleep. Once he’s sure she has no leaks or loose wires, he hops off the stern and pulls out the keys.

Matthew is leaning against the truck door, blocking his way. “Thought you’d sneak off on your own, did you?”

Will squints at the empty green field and over the trees, toward the sun rising in the east. “Listen,” he says awkwardly, shifting on his feet. “Thanks for all the help.”

A muscle in Matthew’s jaw twitches. “It’d be easier sailing with a second hand. We could sleep in shifts.”

Will doesn’t trust himself alone on the open sea with Matthew, not for the full month it’ll take to cross the Atlantic. Already, he struggles with perception. People are flatter, washed out, like watercolor illustrations in a children’s storybook. He looks at Matthew and sees raw material. He sees meat.

“I only packed enough food for one.”

Matthew lets out a disbelieving laugh, voice thick with pain. “You still think about him, don’t you? All the time. After everything he did.”

It hurts to say it, but Will won’t lie. “Yeah. Yeah, I do, but—” He scuffs a foot in the gravel. “Stuff like that doesn't really go away, does it? Part of me probably will always think about him.”

Matthew’s face screws up, tilting to the side as he processes that. Will wants nothing more than to draw him into an embrace, but how cruel would that be, when he doesn’t know if he’s ever coming back?

“I’m going to kill him, Matthew,” he murmurs. “I’ll cut him out of me, one way or another, and then I’ll be myself again.”

Matthew nods, but he doesn’t seem reassured. Reaching into his back pocket, he pulls out a hunting knife and folds Will’s hand around it. The wooden handle has a pleasant heft.

He pulls Will’s head close to his, forcing him to look into his bright green eyes. There’s anger there, but fierce determination, too. “Whatever happens, I’ll be here when you get back. Me and the dogs. Remember that, okay?”

Will swallows. “Okay," he says, but it feels like a promise he can't keep.

#ask game #brownham #cedar writes #long post #(should i write a sequel set during Digestivo? Hannibal carries Will back to Wolf Trap and runs into Matthew? 👀)

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wow635 · 7 months ago

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Chapter 6 Sorry guys, a bit late, I had too much on my plate right now but I’m happy I could get it out! Not proofread

A couple of days after the whole Quidditch Cup fiasco, Harry, Hermione, the Weasleys, and I head to Diagon Alley to get our school supplies for the year.

We split up into separate little groups so we aren't all cramped together in chaos. I go off with Fred, George, and Ginny, while Harry, Hermione, and Ron head off together. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley take the opportunity for a much-deserved lunch date.

We stroll down the bustling cobblestone streets, weaving through other shoppers and wizards going about their business. The air is filled with the scent of spellbooks and potion reagents, and the sound of owls hooting from the Owl Emporium.

Merlin, I love this place. All of it. I couldn’t imagine myself without magic now. But sometimes, I do wonder what my life would've been like if I’d never discovered the truth about my parents... or if I wasn’t chased by an evil wizard every school year.

I snap out of it as we enter Flourish and Blotts. The moment my foot reaches the threshold, I smell so many magical aromas. Old parchment and ink fill my nostrils. We begin gathering the textbooks as required from our lists. I help Ginny, George, and Fred find the books they need for their respective classes.

We pay for our books and walk toward the door, talking amongst each other, when I accidentally bump into someone, causing all my books to fall out of my arms and scatter onto the floor. Startled, I bend down, gathering my books, apologizing profusely.

I’m just about to pick up the last one when the person puts their foot on the book. I look up to see who it is, and my face drops. Standing above me is none other than Draco Malfoy, with his usual band of fools behind him.

I stand up and hold my books closer to my chest unconsciously. I feel Fred, George, and Ginny step closer to me, and I brace myself for whatever is going to come out of Malfoy’s mouth today.

"Well, look who we have here," Draco drawls, his voice dripping with disdain. "Y/n Potter, the precious golden girl." He leans closer, his face inches from mine, filled with ignorance and mockery.

"Piss off, Malfoy," I respond, backing away, my face contorting in disgust.

"Oh, and there goes that charming Potter attitude," he sneers, a cruel smile forming on his lips. "So predictable, so pathetic, just like your parents."

I feel the sting, almost as if he’d just punched me in the gut. But I don’t show it. I know that’s what he expects, what he wants. I’m about to retort, but I get interrupted by a voice behind me.

"Watch your tongue, Malfoy," Fred warns, low and threatening.

"Don’t you have anything better to do with your pathetic life than torment other people?" I answer after Fred, bending down to pick up my last book.

Malfoy smirks, his gaze filled with arrogance. "Not really," he replies smugly, his tone laced with arrogance. "It's amusing to see you Gryffindors get all riled up over a few simple words." The tension between us escalates, the air thick with disdain and anger. But despite the hostile atmosphere, I keep my composure, determined not to give Malfoy the satisfaction of seeing me lose my cool.

I brush past Malfoy, bumping his shoulder with purpose. The impact causes him to stumble slightly, but neither of us falters in our stride. As I walk away, I can feel the weight of his gaze burning into my back, but I refuse to look back, holding onto my unwavering determination and pride.

A couple of weeks later…

Earlier last week, Dumbledore had announced that this year would be the year that we continue the Triwizard Tournament.

People, including Fred and George, were ecstatic upon hearing the news. I wasn’t too fond of it. It wouldn’t be something I’d ever want to do. But I’m safe because I couldn’t have put my name in even if I’d wanted to. Only seventh years are permitted—Fred and George couldn’t even get past the age line.

Today, we all gather in the Great Hall for Dumbledore to pick the three names of students from the three schools who would participate in the Triwizard Tournament this year.

I am sat with Harry, Ron, and Hermione, ready to hear who will be picked.

First, Dumbledore calls up Viktor Krum from Durmstrang. A loud wave of cheers erupts from the Great Hall, and Dumbledore points to the back room, motioning Viktor in that direction.

Another small paper flies out of the Goblet, and Dumbledore catches it. "Fleur Delacour from Beauxbatons School," he announces with authority. The room fills with applause as the chosen champion from Beauxbatons makes her way to the back of the Great Hall.

As Dumbledore reaches into the golden Goblet, the tension in the room grows palpable. The entire hall holds its breath, waiting in anticipation to see which Hogwarts student will be chosen. He unfolds it slowly, his eyes scanning the name written on it.

"Cedric Diggory," Dumbledore announces, the name echoing throughout the hall. Cheers and applause erupt from the Hogwarts students, congratulating him. Cedric makes his way to the back, pride evident on his face.

Dumbledore begins another speech about how the tournament is going to go and how we are all going to proceed when there's a loud noise from the Goblet. A fourth piece of paper flies out, and Dumbledore catches it in awe.

I lean forward in my seat a bit. No one else was supposed to be entered in the competition. I look over at Fred and George, wondering if one of their foolish plans worked.

Not paying attention to Dumbledore, I focus instead on the Weasley twins. Particularly Fred. I don’t notice him standing there, his eyes scanning the paper, a stern and contemplative expression on his face.

I only snap out of it when I hear his voice. "...Siena, Siena Potter," he announces.

I can feel the color drain from my face.

I turn to Harry, the terror evident in my expression. "You, Siena Potter," Dumbledore states, his gaze fixing upon me. "Have been selected as a fourth champion."

I rise from my seat, my legs threatening to give way beneath me. The walk to the front of the hall, where the other champions are waiting, feels like an eternity. Every step feels heavy, as if I was treading through quicksand. I can feel the eyes of the entire Great Hall on me, their gazes filled with shock, confusion, and a touch of anger. It’s as though the world has stopped spinning for a brief moment, and all that matters is the weight of the unexpected role I now find myself thrust into.

I walk past Dumbledore and head straight into the room where the other champions are. I walk in, and Cedric turns around upon hearing my footsteps. I put a shaky hand to my mouth. My heart pounds in my chest.

Cedric, noticing my trembling and the fear etched across my face, quickly moves closer, concern evident in his eyes. He approaches me. "Siena, are you alright? What are you doing back here?" he asks gently, his voice filled with genuine worry. "You look quite shaken."

"I don’t know what I’m going to do," I say in a shaky voice. "I don’t know what happened."

He looks at me, not knowing what's happening. He puts his hand on my shoulder.

Then Dumbledore comes running.

Dumbledore bursts through the door, followed closely by Professor McGonagall. "Siena, did you put your name in the Goblet of Fire?" he says, grabbing my shoulders.

I shake my head fiercely, my voice wavering with a mixture of shock and fear. "No!" I protest, my eyes wide and pleading. "I didn’t. I didn’t do it, Professor?"

Dumbledore studies me closely, his expression shifting from uncertainty to a slight frown. The weight of his gaze leaves me feeling vulnerable, as if he were searching for a hint of deception or guilt within me. But there is none, only the lingering fear and confusion over this unexplainable turn of events.

"This isn’t good," he says to McGonagall.

Snape's voice, laced with his signature coldness, breaks through the tension, questioning my honesty. "How do we know you’re not lying?" he challenges.

I shoot back, my voice firm yet tinged with defiance. "Why would I lie?" I retort, frustration coloring my words. "I couldn’t even if I wanted to. There was a bloody age line. Who could have done this?"

Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall exchange a glance, each seemingly deep in thought. They know the power and security of the age line placed around the Goblet. It is an impenetrable barrier, one that shouldn’t have been crossed by anyone below the seventh year of Hogwarts.

Next chapter ————>

#fred weasley #fred weasley imagine #harry potter #fanfic #fred wealsey fic #fred weasely x y/n #fred weasley headcanon #fred weasley smut #fred weasly x reader #harry potter hcs

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magicshopaholic · 2 years ago

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Getting Ahead (Jimin x OC)

Summary: You reflect on your past relationship with Jimin and wonder if history might be repeating itself.

Pairing: Jimin x OC

Genre: Exes; angst potential

Word count: 3.1 K

Rating: 18+

Warnings: none

A/N: A little nervous about this one, not gonna lie. It was supposed to be another "story" story but ended up being a Sooah drabble instead. Features Chaeyoung in detail, and is set approximately four months after Never Have I.

Also, special shout-out to @oddinary4bts who read one fic a day and finished my entire masterlist in record time - plus reviews on each! This is the first fic she will read on release so, yay, Ella! Loved loved loved every single notification I got from you <3

Tagging: @bbl32@ quarter-life-crisis2 @meirkive @dreaming-with-happiness @confessionsofamarshlily @jiminjhang @faearchives @margopinkerton @purpleseoul7

Listen to: “breathe” by anna nalick

jimin masterlist | main masterlist

Sooah had grown up in a blur. Her parents’ passive aggressive marriage, the aunts and uncles who’d moved in and moved out, the friend groups that evolved faster than a virus. Even her job was a blur; each event, scrambling to be put up, pulled off with hard work, and onto the next.

It was all a blur. Sooah was used to the blur. She was the only thing that stood steady within the blur, unmoving, watching the chaos of teenage angst in a state of borderline dissociation.

That was until Park Jimin entered her life, however, and suddenly her axis stumbled. He was clearer than anything else ever had been; he was sweet, he was kind, he loved to dance. He was shy and introverted, but he made her world go round.

Sooah watched Jimin pluck up the courage to tell her how he felt for months, and she was enchanted. He was all brains and maths and it was very impressive, but every time their gazes met for more than a second or their fingers accidentally brushed, all that shaky confidence melted into a series of stutters and he’d look away.

Eventually, Sooah asked him out after one of their study sessions. Truth be told, she hadn’t needed his help after the previous semester ended but she’d kept the routine going anyway, enjoying this blushing boy’s company more than expected. His cheeks predictably went pink but he nodded and Sooah, unable to resist smiling, promised to meet him later that week.

She also made the first move and kissed him at the end of their date; it didn’t seem like Jimin was going to risk crossing a line he wasn’t sure of and Sooah personally liked the fact that he cared enough to overthink it. She wasn’t going to handhold him forever, though; she promised herself that the next move would be his, and she waited nearly three months before he asked her officially to be his girlfriend.

Or, he didn’t quite ask. His exact words were So… does this mean I’m your boyfriend? Or are you - are you my girlfriend?

Given that this question was asked while they fooled around by the bushes behind her parents’ house, it took Sooah a little by surprise. She sat up on her elbows, ignoring the grass in her hair, and squinted at him.

Are you asking me to be your girlfriend, Jimin?

No. I’m asking if - okay, yes. Yeah, I am. I guess.

You guess?

I am!

She giggled at his whiny exclamation, his eyes wide and dramatic, and kissed him in response. They progressed for the first time from the bushes to her parents’ couch that evening, feeling like they’d crossed the ultimate threshold, until he had to leave for dance practice at Big Hit.

—

It’s no longer a blur. Not the same kind, at least. Now, it’s like a ride at the amusement park, one of those dangerous ones that goes in all directions - except she’s been on it at least five hundred times.

It’s unbecoming of her, a professional with a job, to be peeking at her phone every few minutes while she’s at a client site. She walks alongside her manager, pinstriped trousers and sharp heels, hoping she looks chic enough to blend in with the people at this fashion label that’s hosting a luncheon with a group of buyers next month.

It’s all about faking it till she makes it. Fake the fun, make the friends. Fake the studious nature, make the parents happy. Fake the confidence - make the event a success.

Her manager nudges her subtly then, asking her if she’s taking notes.

Of course she is. This is her job, her priority. Not even an absentee boyfriend can distract her from it. Once she’s done for the day, however, the boyfriend takes centre stage in her mind again.

Sooah wants to text him again, but at this point, it will come off as clingy. Or paranoid, depending on the wording. The last text she sent him was Can we talk before you go to bed? It’s borderline desperate, not to mention pointless, for she’s sure he doesn’t even have his phone.

It’s probably with his manager, or his stylist. He won’t get it until after practice, after the stage rehearsal, after the fitting, after the backstage filming. After that, someone will have ordered a disproportionately small amount of food for the group; the boys will inhale it and pass out in the car on the way to their dorm. Alex will most likely not even look at his phone until tomorrow morning.

Unfortunately, she knows these things.

Her fingers itch with the desire to send another text, a passive aggressive one this time. Not because it’s his fault really, but because the niceties aren’t getting his attention.

After a moment, though, she shakes her head and tosses her phone into the laundry bin for good measure, hoping to get rid of any temptation. It’s too early in this relationship to show her true colours, and there’s no telling if Alex will be up for a fight.

Fake the peace, make the relationship.

—

The sun is bright - too bright. Even in the cold of December, it’s too bright.

The sun is too bright, the coffee is too hot, the dude at the next table is too loud, and Sooah is too annoyed. She hangs on to the annoyance, though, somewhat enjoying how it’s making her walk faster, how people seem to be stepping out of her way on the pavements - it’s strangely cathartic, despite how unfair it is.

She keeps it going all the way to Chaeyoung’s apartment, knowing she’s about an hour too early to pick her up for their lunch and movie date. But she doubts Chaeyoung would mind; in the few months that she’s known the younger girl, Sooah has picked up on her slight discomfort with her roommate, Sungmi - and her boyfriend, Ice.

She also thinks she’s picked up on a mild loneliness of sorts - the same one Sooah remembers she’d felt when she’d finished college and started working in Seoul by herself. Having finished high school in Seoul, she’d already had friends to begin with. Chaeyoung didn’t say it to her in so many words, but her delight in realising she’d made a friend outside of work was both sweet and transparent.

It initially amused Sooah, but being Chaeyoung’s friend has felt like one of the easiest relationships of her life so far, despite the bar being laughably low.

This neighbourhood isn’t the safest one Sooah has been to, but with one hand on her purse and the other clutching her keys, she hurries into the small building and up the flight of stairs. Chaeyoung throws open the door just as Sooah is about to ring the doorbell, and there are two quick shrieks in succession.

“Holy crap,” pants Chaeyoung, opening the door further and stepping aside. “Unnie, I wasn’t expecting you till -” She breaks off and pats the pockets of her pajamas for her phone and checks the time. “- at least another hour.”

“Yeah, I know,” mutters Sooah, trudging inside and sighing, realising only now how pathetic it could seem that she ambushed Chaeyoung in her own house. “I’m sorry, I just couldn’t sit in that stupid coffee shop anymore. At first it was just pitying looks and subtle questioning, but then -” She huffs and falls into a chair at the small dining table “- one of the baristas brought me a pity muffin. Just to make it absolutely clear that I’ve been stood up, in case anyone had any doubts.”

“Oh, wow.” Chaeyoung winces. It’s clear she hasn’t even started getting ready yet; her hair is still in a bun and she’s still wearing what she presumably wore to bed. “Alex didn’t make it?”

“No, and I don’t even know why I’m surprised.” She waves a hand. “Sorry, don’t let me keep you. Take your time getting ready. I’ll wait.”

“Yeah…” Chaeyoung bites her lip slowly. “I was going to text you, unnie…”

“No. No, Chae!” Sooah whines, her shoulders falling. “Not you, too!”

“I’m sorry! I just got the call a little while ago,” she says quickly. “I have to go to the office for a lunch meeting.”

“That is just perfect,” mutters Sooah, putting a hand to her forehead. “Today’s just one of those days, I guess, where everyone seems to be cancelling on me.”

“I’m really sorry,” repeats Chaeyoung, taking a seat next to her. “It’s a client meeting. It was supposed to be on Monday but then they cancelled and said that they were only free today - plus, this is like my first big project ever and I’m supposed to cover the entire history of the brand from inception…”

Chaeyoung is rambling. Sooah instantly feels guilty for lumping her in the same category as her boyfriend, so she nods, waiting for her to finish.

“- not wanting to be fired.” Chaeyoung swallows, eyes wide with guilt.

Sooah nods again. “It’s fine. Really. It’s your work, you don’t have a choice,” she elaborates, giving her a small smile when she sighs in relief.

Chaeyoung is quiet for a minute. "I'm sorry your date sucked," she ventures uncertainly. “Would you like a beer?”

Sooah nods absently, her gaze deliberately fixed on the mismatched salt and pepper shakers on the dining table. "It can't suck if it didn't happen."

“I’m sorry I added to it.”

“Don’t be. At least you have a genuine reason.”

“Alex doesn’t?”

“I don’t know!” Sooah blurts out in frustration. “Because he never actually called me.”

"Maybe he got busy,” suggests Chaeyoung, returning from the kitchen with two bottles and an opener. “Like, putting-out-a-fire-at-work kind of busy. Or his car broke down. Or he got in an accident!" When Sooah looks up at her incredulously, she shrugs self-consciously. "I - it's not ideal, but at least it's viable."

"Forget it," sighs Sooah after a moment, accepting the beer even though it’s seven degrees outside. "This wouldn't be the first time I've been stood up at a coffee shop."

She can sense that Chaeyoung wants to ask but is struggling not to. It warms her heart without meaning to, and she clinks her bottle with hers.

“Am I making you late?”

“Not at all,” replies Chaeyoung at once. “I don’t have to leave for a couple of hours.”

“I just can’t believe I’m back here,” says Sooah in a low voice. “After all these years, I’m right back where I started. I’m - I’m basically dating my ex all over again.”

Chaeyoung frowns. “What - wait, do you mean Jimin?”

Sooah nods, cringing inwardly. It’s not a fun thing to admit. “How do I choose these guys? How do I always end up in one of these relationships where I’m literally the last priority? And it’s my fault,” she adds, without waiting for Chaeyoung to respond, “because I pick these guys.”

“These guys,” repeats Chaeyoung slowly, “like, idols? Do you - do you always date idols?”

“No,” she huffs, “I’ve dated other guys. But after Park Jimin, this is probably my longest relationship to date.” She replays that in her head and shudders. “It’s pathetic, I know.”

“No judgement.” Chaeyoung pauses. “So, wait - is that why you’re with Alex? Is that, like, your type?”

“No,” answers Sooah immediately. “Alex and Jimin are nothing alike. It’s just their jobs that are similar and… I’m not a teenager anymore. I don’t have the time to stay up at night and worry about why my boyfriend hasn’t called me.”

“How long has it -”

“Eleven days.”

Chaeyoung’s eyes widen. “Eleven -”

“Eleven days since we’ve spoken on the phone,” confirms Sooah. “It’s just been one-word texts and missed calls, mostly from me. But, yeah, eleven days since I’ve actually heard his voice. And, no,” she adds, holding up a hand, “hearing his songs at Starbucks doesn’t count.”

Chaeyoung nods thoughtfully. “You know, that may not be the worst thing in the world. I mean, Hoseok has started this new thing where he warns me of a different disaster every day,” she says, rolling her eyes. “He acts like he wants to know how my day is going but then latches onto something stupid and gives me a whole lecture on it. Yesterday, it was about boiling water. He told me the steam could soften the plaster on the ceiling and lead to seepage. The day before that, it was about the dangers of the subway.”

Sooah squints, sensing that Chaeyoung might be losing the plot. “I don’t think this is… quite like that,” she says delicately. “Alex is basically AWOL, and Hoseok is…”

“An interfering arse, I know. You’re right, it’s not the same thing.” Chaeyoung sits back in her chair. “My point is… wait, hang on - do you want me to make a point?”

“What?”

“You know… do you want to actually talk about this or just vent and have me listen? Because I can do both,” she says earnestly.

“Oh.” It’s quite insightful of her, given how young she is, and Sooah is suddenly glad she landed up here an hour early. “Yeah, no, I can talk about it. Not angry enough to vent yet,” she points out.

“Alright. My point was… what does all this have to do with Jimin?”

Literally everything.

Sooah bites her lip, reliving it for the millionth time. “This is exactly how it started with him. Everything was going well, he was sweet, he had dreams and I - I liked being that person,” she confesses. “I liked being that person he shared his hopes and dreams with, who got to see him grow and become big.” She sighs. “Until he got too big.”

“And is Alex getting too big?”

“No. I mean, not yet. I mean -” Sooah shakes her head. “I’m not trying to sound evil. I want him to be big, I want him to get what he’s been working for because he deserves it, but… where does that leave me?” she asks in a small voice.

“What do you mean? You’re right here.”

“No, but when those guys started touring and all after debut, everything changed. Jimin changed.” Sooah wrings her hands in her lap. “It was like… like I was his life before, when he was sweet and shy and wore glasses, and now he was in the after, with orange hair and that stupid smirk. And I didn’t fit into that.” And then he dropped me a goddamn text.

“Is Alex changing?”

“No. I don’t know. It’s too soon to tell,” she admits. “But how productive of a person would I be if I ignored the similarities and made the same mistakes all over again? I mean, shouldn’t people be learning from their past relationships? Isn’t that the whole point?”

Chaeyoung opens her mouth as if to say something, but then seems to think the better of it.

“What?”

“What what?”

“You were going to say something.”

“No, I wasn’t.”

“Chae.” Sooah gives her a look. “Come on, you’re the smart one, wise beyond your years and all. Tell me.”

Chaeyoung half-chuckles, bringing one leg up on the chair and resting her arm on her knee. “I… don’t think you’re going to like what I have to say, unnie.”

“Wh- sure I will. Or I wont, but I can take tough love.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yes. Out with it.”

Chaeyoung licks her lips and observes Sooah for a moment. “I think… you’re being a little unfair to Alex.”

Sooah says nothing, not liking where this is going.

“I think everything you’ve told me so far has been about Jimin and not Alex,” she continues. “And I get it, it can’t be easy not hearing from him for days and getting stood up and stuff, but… would you be this worried if you’d never dated Jimin?”

“I think I’d be more worried. At least now I know it’s not about me. This is all him.”

“But which him?” Chaeyoung asks patiently. “Are you just projecting all of your… I don’t know, baggage with Jimin onto Alex? Because then you’re not even giving him a fair shot.”

Sooah was right; she doesn’t like where this is headed at all. “Would that really be the worst thing? Knowing what I know and using it to make an informed decision?”

Chaeyoung bites her lip and tilts her head, and it takes Sooah a moment to realise she’s solved her own crisis. She hates where this has ended up.

“I hate you.”

“Look, maybe you’re right and Alex doesn’t have the capacity for a relationship right now. In that case, just break it off before it gets ugly. But if you’re wrong and you think Alex can still make it work…” She shrugs again. “You can’t date your boyfriend and your ex-boyfriend at the same time.”

Fake the clarity, make the choice.

Sooah stares at Chaeyoung. “How old are you again?”

“Twenty-two.” She grins. “I know, I sound like I’m… thirty or something.”

Sooah scoffs, taking a large sip of her beer. “You don’t sound thirty, believe me. You sound… like, sixty-five.”

“Sixty-five.”

“Yeah. It’s good. I think I could use more sixty-five year old friends.”

“I’d be the fittest sixty-five year old you will ever know,” promises Chaeyoung, flexing a thin, largely invisible bicep. “Plus, then I’d be retired and wouldn’t have to work on a Saturday.”

“I’ll remind you you said that when you text me every single detail of the meeting like you did last time,” promises Sooah, drinking the last of the beer and standing up. “That’s my cue to leave.”

“You don’t have to,” begins Chaeyoung, but she stands up as well. “If Alex doesn’t get back to you by tonight, do you want to hang out?”

“Oh, if Alex doesn’t get back to me by tonight,” says Sooah, gathering her bag and making her way to the door, “I will have definitely progressed to the venting stage.”

—

It’s still a blur. Experiences, missed calls, tearful fights, passive aggressive texts. They’re all there, swimming around in a sea of deteriorating relationships, while Sooah struggles to pinpoint a time and place to each of them. She can’t, though, not when it’s a blur and the only tangible thing she can feel is the dull throb in her chest that seems to have no distinct cause, only a constancy impossible to ignore.

Sooah stares at her phone, big and black on her bed. She won’t call Chaeyoung tonight, no matter what happens. It’s just not the night. She’s going to have to have a tough conversation with at least one important person in her life, and it all depends on whether her past with Jimin has damaged her to the point of second-guessing every relationship she ever has in her life.

She thinks of the word Chaeyoung used. Baggage. Implying that it’s not Jimin that’s the problem, but whatever she’s still carrying from their time together, including the sweet and shy smile, all the way up to the orange hair and dumbass smirk.

Face the past head-on, make the future a little clearer.

Sighing, she picks up the phone.

—

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