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aeternallis · 10 months

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Kim’s Redemption : A Rant

I think one of the things that I tend to question and kinda struggle with at times being a KP enjoyer is the fandom’s general tendency to soften certain aspects of Kim’s personality and his actions as a way of redeeming him, either due to the influence of Jeff Satur’s media personality and/or when he’s compared to Vegas and Kinn.

And before I say anything else, this is not a jab towards anyone in particular, it’s just me ranting about my favorite character, so you can go on about your day if you don’t wanna read what I gotta say. 😆

I think part of my struggle comes from the fact that since Kim barely has any scenes in the show that lasts longer than 2-3 mins, I’m also somewhat constricted from the few assumptions I can make in how I interpret him, especially when I’m writing fic (which I am doing atm). Which in and of itself isn’t totally a bad thing, at least I don’t think so; if anything, I think that makes it a lot more fun as a challenge.

For example, if you were to ask me how do I think Porsche would react to finding out Kim had used and manipulated his little brother, I honestly couldn’t tell you. Kim and Chay’s storyline was so cut off from everything else in the beginning that ngl, it was a bit of a whiplash once their narrative finally began to intersect with the main plot, lol I can't really see Porsche getting angry, if nothing else due to his ignorance of Kimchay's situation (which also imo, isn't really a bad thing), but I also don't know if I can see him being lenient towards Kim, because he's also overprotective of Chay.

So in the end, I just choose not to think about it, and work within that framework instead~

But anyway, I digress!

Jeff's media personality and its influence on how Kim is interpreted as a character, that one is pretty much unavoidable, since the two men share the same face and body. XD Some can differentiate between the two much more than others, some tend to meld them as a sort of hybrid and use Kim as the container of a Jeff-esque fantasy, and all in all, that sort of thing is entirely dependent on preference and said fantasy, yknow? So it's just one of those things that I tend to scroll past or move on.

What truly gets me so befuddled though is when Kim is compared to Vegas and Kinn, and between the three of them, somehow Kim is taken to be the least problematic of the three, in terms of how they treated their romantic interest. And I'm not really sure how that conclusion came about, lol. In fact, I even remember reading a meta on here somewhere saying something along the lines of, compared to Vegas and Kinn's actions towards Pete and Porsche respectively, what Kim did to Chay was somewhat lenient and doesn't warrant that much groveling.

And I agree with that, at least in regards to the technical details, because OP was right. Kim never blackmailed Chay, nor assaulted or threatened him; in regards to physical intimacy, Kim never touched Chay in a way that was non-consensual.

But be that as it may, that way of thinking comes from the audience's POV, not Chay as a character.

And it really doesn't, right?

Chay doesn't know--or at the very least, we have no confirmation he's aware--the extent of what Porsche suffered through during the beginnings of his relationship with Kinn; he knows they're together, but I highly doubt Porsche told Chay he was pretty much sexually assaulted that first time. He REALLY doesn't know what's involved in VegasPete's relationship, much less their BDSM proclivities. Lol XD

In other words, Chay's actions and feelings post break-up with Kim (as well as the subsequent reconciliation) are and would be entirely based on his own experience, as they should, not based on the assumption that, when compared to Porsche and Pete's experiences with their respective Theerapanyakul, he got off lightly.

I think personally, something that often tends to be forgotten when Kim is made a lot more soft uWu babygirl than (imo) he really is is the fact that what Chay went through emotionally is, in and of itself, also a form of trauma. Sure, Chay was never physically hurt by Kim, but I don't think the emotional damage Kim dealt him is something that should be taken just for granted either.

There's a reason why this boy spiraled right after that devastating break up, and why he cried out the way he did. So how you interpret and imagine what Chay's next course of action would be if/when forgiving Kim is entirely up to you, including how he would respond and deal with the emotional trauma of that break-up. That scenario would come about based on your own interpretation of the show, your own preferences, and frankly, your own beliefs and life experience. If you think Chay is the type that needs some groveling/begging from Kim in order to heal, go for it, that's completely valid; if you think he can get over it easily enough, that's valid too.

It goes without saying, but just in case~

I stand by what I said before that although Kim has not physically harmed Chay in the way Kinn and Vegas has with Porsche and Pete, he's just as capable of doing that as his brother and cousin. And honestly, that's what makes Kim and the rest of the characters such an awesome bunch to me; a character doesn't have to be morally good in order to be a good character, yknow? Besides, I think that's what makes all three love stories strong enough to stand on their own: these Theerapanyakul men can love fiercely, but they can and have hurt and manipulated the people they love just as fiercely.

The physical and emotional wounds Porsche, Porchay, and Pete have suffered in varying degrees is incomparable, because by doing that in the first place, the characters' agency in turn is taken away.

And don't get me wrong, if you genuinely see Kim as a soft, uWu babygirl because that's how you HC him, go for it and more power to you! XD But if you HC him as being soft, uWu babygirl because he never physically assaulted Chay when you compare his actions to the shit Vegas and Kinn did, well...more power to you too, although I imagine this rant probably feels like a personal attack. Sorry about that~

But for my own interpretation (and limitation I admit, as well as it not being my preference in general; Kim can be soft for Chay and his family, but otherwise, there's a reason Korn doesn't trust him and in the books, is secretly made the true heir), I guess the reason I'm not inclined to see Kim as having a lot of the softer edges fanon!Kim has to the point that it's made part of his overall personality, is because, for me, it almost feels like I would be trivializing Chay's emotional trauma, just so they can quickly get together again and share in the fluff and puff, yknow? Almost like trying to resist the urge to think, "in order for Chay to be able to handle Kim, you gotta soften him up a little bit."

Because then I would be doing a disservice to Chay's character, who imo is more than capable of handling Kim's problematic tendencies. This boy had no problem blocking Kim's ass and pulling away from him, he can handle himself~

And just so we're clear, I'm not saying those fans who do see Kim as a soft, uWu boy with stunted emotions is doing just that, not at all. Just that for me personally, that's kinda the mental block in my noggin. XD Besides that, I'm just a sucker for angst, man.

But meh, at the end of the day, to each their own, yknow? XD That's what makes fandom so much fun, you can pick and choose what you want to engage with.

As an artist / fic writer, I'm just grateful I can feed myself the food I want to see~ Hehe!

#kimchay #meta #kinnporsche #rant post #kpts meta

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feathers-little-nest · 2 months

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And here it is, the list of my fav Iron Widow moments! Enjoy?

As always feel free to discuss with me or share your favorite moments!!

It's below the cut bcs spoilers

- chapter 5, I figured that I could note my fav moments of this book as well XD

- starting on not the best note, I fucking hate Yang Guang, I hate him so much, I want to rip his guts out,

- chapter 8, the fight was so epic!! I love how MC just kinda forgor about the whole dying thing and went with the flow

- and that she killed that motherfucker! I didn't have to tolerate him for too long >:D

- it's honestly quite funny that Qin Zheng was killed by pox (I hope I'm getting the name of the illness right lol, I'm reading this in Polish translation and have 0 knowledge about any medical terminology in English)

- just a note but it's harder for me to keep up with those notes for Iron Widow than for Qian Qiu. I think it's because 1. its pace is faster 2. its chapters are shorter. so anyway

- chapter 10, Wu Zetian just needs to scream 24/7 and I respect it so much

- chapter 12, idk, Li Shimin is kinda cute

- I also like strategist Zhuge but that may be just because he has a fan

- chapter 13, those qi power statistic are so untrustworthy lol. I wouldn't be so happy to have so much higher qi stats than the average if the margin of error is like 17k

- chapter 14, damn, I miss Yizhi...

- chapter 19, oh my god, Yizhi is back!! T^T

- I absolutely love all the tiny historical details in this story. I'm probably missing a lot but those which I can catch are amazing (and satisfying, good to know that I know something about Chinese history after all that learning)

- chapter 20, OMG YIZHI IS BI?? IS THIS FINALLY SOME GOOD BI REP??

- ZETIAN IS ALSO BI?? AM I IN HEAVEN? WHAT'S GOING ON??

- omg Gao Yizhi grabbing Li Shimin's leash is one of the things I need to draw, damn, it paints such a clear picture in my mind

- chapter 21, Sima Yi is just a hater by nature and I start to enjoy it,

- chapter 23, Yizhi screaming "you can't shoot me I'm rich!!!" I love this boy

- chapter 29, god, Yizhi, Shimin and Zetian are sooo cute

- also "one traumatized Xing Tian", that made me laugh out loud

- "usually adding qi of a third person only strengthened the dissonance (...) no one knows why we succeeded" yeah I wonder why, hmmmmmm

- chapter 30, MY BABYGIRL LI SHIMIN GOT CALLED AN ALPHA MALE I'M DYINGGG

- I kinda like Gao Qiu. I know he's probably bad news but damn, he's fun

- also a Wu Zetian fan nr1, seeing his reaction I'm surprised that he didn't ask for an autograph (I forgot that he's sexist af)

- tho, tbh, I think he's more afraid of what he can't control than purely sexist; interesting guy, I want to dissect him,

- I wonder if anything happened between LSM and GYZ during that party at Gao's, hmm,

- chapter 31, OUR THIRD PARTNER YIZHI, AWWW

- chapter 36, I actually think Sima Yi might be one of my fav characters? come on, the guy came to the wedding just because he wanted to support his little dumdums

- chapter 39, YES FUCK AN LUSHAN

- damn I didn't think they'll actually kill him. oh well. he won't be missed. judging by his character, even his son won't miss him

- Yizhi is the wife in this throuple, isn't he /jk

- OMG THE TRIANGLE IS FINISHED, THAT WAS SO CUTE!! WAAH

- chapter 42, I like how Wu Zetian's reaction to something not going well is just "maybe we should burn ourselves alive actually", relatable queen

- Sima Yi just lost his good guy badge. he better have a damn good excuse for abondoning MCs this easily,

- chapter 44, QIN PIERDOLONY ZHENG, już zawsze będę go tak nazywać 🫡

- chapter 46, is Qin Pierdolony Zheng playing snake with hunduns instead of apples¿?

- I still can't believe that Shimin is actually dead. Like. Dead dead. Super dead. Human marmalade dead. How... why him T^T

- chapter 47, I love how among all this death and destruction the worst problem Qin Pierdolony Zheng has is inflation,

- epilogue, DID SHIMIN BECOME A GOD PLS TELL ME HE BECAME A GOD

- Qin Pierdolony Zheng has a beef with gods, I think he's the most rel character now

#iron widow #xiran jay zhao #żelazna wdowa #the next victim is as promised SVSS 🫡

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teekays · 11 months

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Davo for the character ask thing please!

this one took me so long because i have THINGS to SAY. i have cried in an airport over connor mcdavid. lets begin

First impression

i will be so real when i first got into hockey i totally fell for the like... this guy is the BEST agenda. mostly because i think i noticed that the praise he got was SO strong and i wanted to know what made him so good as opposed to other guys but i also noticed he got a lot of hate for being boring and i was like... they're all boring. why do we hate him for being boring specifically? and that led me on a quest to tease out The Connor Mcdavid Story

Impression now

i'm a mcdefender sorry. i know!! he's the most interesting guy in the world actually. like he IS boring but that is so clearly a purposeful obfuscation of whatever else he's got going on there that he developed because of course you're not going to just have your heart out there in the open as a first overall who's been hyped up for years as the Next One placed on a flop team in a flop city... it's also interesting to have seen that kind of relax a little bit in recent years and i think that relaxing is directly parallel to him becoming a little less like. black and white in his thinking which he very much was for a long time. like he's someone with a very strong sense of right and wrong and very strong ideas about How Things Should Be Done and as that has loosened up (because that's not conducive to like, being alive yknow) and as he's gotten more secure in his position he's gotten a little more willing to put himself out there which is fun. the morals thing does come out sometimes tho in that he will speak up if he feels like he needs to in the name of fairness. also i find his like, earnestness and the ways he's different than the nepo babies of the hockey world to be deeply charming even when they suck. like he's a shill grinding for his money but he's honest about it and i have to respect it. make your terrible millions and have a zero tolerance policy for being irreverent and Too Cool for the media while doing it. go white boy go

Favorite moment

sitting on mitch's lap in the everglades was a foundational babygirlism but also. right after the draft i don't remember who it was but little baby connor freshly in that oilers jersey was like "why are you ripping him to shreds rn he literally just got drafted" it makes my heart break into a million pieces i feel like when spongebob lost gary. because that's sooo... it's not him anymore really. but it will always be him and who he was.

Idea for a story

my sick and twisted mind has been percolating Mccareer ending injury for so long because i would like to see him freed from the shackles of hockey and having to build a life outside of what that means to him. who is connor mcdavid? find out next week when he escapes to a beach for a week and hates it

Unpopular opinion

say it with me now. estrogen could fix him! but also once again i think he is much less miserable than people want to think and if he is then it's justified. he lives in edmonton. you'd be sad too. also i covered this but he's actually a little freak and not boring at all if you know how to look at him!!!

Favorite relationship

i'm a mcstrome warrior til i die hashtag Your dead best friend is walking up the stairs hashtag I ain't a kid no more we'll never be those kids again. that being said i think also him and leon should get married. and another thing this may be also an unpopular opinion BUT i am actually so obsessed w ambitious girlboss lauren kyle and the way she so clearly runs their whole lives and he's so deeply okay with that... i think a common hockey boy trait is kind of always wanting to be told what to do because that's what you've done your whole life but to see someone quietly own it that way is so fun to me. i think she should lean into it and be like the tweet that's like "if two guys were in love with me i would manipulate them into doing gay shit together"/"if i had two boyfriends i'd dress them up like twins" with connor and leon and like leon is there for connor's benefit but she makes him think it's her idea so as not to upset the delicate balance. yknow?

Favorite headcanon

this is also from what we've seen mostly based in fact but he's absolutely dogshit at other sports. like. some guys are athletes and other guys are hockey players and he is absolutely a hockey player to his core. hilarious

#i could have made this even longer like you can't even begin to understand the amount of things i could say abt him #asks

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philistiniphagottini · 2 months

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Tell. Me. Them. ALL. I WOULD LOVE TO HEAR YOU YAP ABOUT THEM ANYTIME OF DAY OR NIGHT‼️ IF YOU WANT MY THOUGHTS ON CERTAIN CHARACTERS PLS DO ASK I HAVE SO MANY

-💧

First of all, feel free to yap about any character to me. One of the reasons I have Tumblr is so I can interact with people and we can all cry over fictional characters together. So, feel free to share your thoughts on your faves. I insist. Please I beg I am starved for interactions.

And secondly, I will try my best to keep this brief and name a few of my absolute favourites. And I will do my best to avoid spoilers for their respective stories.

First up. Devil May Cry. I think at this point you are probably aware that I love Dante. I love the whacky, wahoo, shooty mcbang bang, funny pizza man. I like his sense of humour and I also love the fact that he's more than just a silly guy. He has depth. You learn his flaws. His traumas. His weaknesses. But he chooses to be kind and help others and I like that about him. First met him in DMC4 and was immediately intrigued by him (sorry Nero XD)

Genshin Impact. There are a ton of characters and I picked my top 3 favourites. Kazuha Kaedehara. Second five star I ever got on my account, first being Klee. I was stupid lucky in getting him and I fell in love with his play style (always on my main team), his character design and his personality. He is just so kind, soft and warm. He has a nice, calm voice and I absolutely adore him. He would make sweet love to me and whisper so softly into my ear I'm going to melt ahhh.

Alhaitham. Good character design. Always in one of my teams that go through the spiral abyss. I don't even have to think about majority of boss mechanics. He will destroy things for me. Even the dendro chicken which has like 60% dendro resistance. He doesn't care. It's health bar will still melt. Love his personality. Yes, he's blunt and doesn't sugar coat words, but as someone (me) who is quite shy and introverted, I admire that he has no problem with speaking his mind, even if it pisses someone off. He is also introverted. Likes to read a good book too. I love me a literate man.

And third is Neuvillette. Constantly works. Barely rests. Basically married to his job. Is a little emotionally stunted. His character quest made me cry like a little bitch because deep down he cares ALOT, he just doesn't know how to show it. Very pretty man with long flowing hair. He is my other main DPS on the second team that goes through the abyss. He uses hydro pump and he makes everything de-spawn :) 10/10 character. There is another big reason I like him but that is spoilers.

Honkai Star Rail. I have Honkie Star Bucks to thank for my recent writing improvement. I have really dug my teeth into the fandom since October last year and it has really inspired me to write. Anyways, fave three. Dan Heng. The reason I tried it in the first place. I saw a pretty man on the screen, asked one of my Tumblr friends about Honkai Star Rail and they highly encouraged me to play. Been playing since. Dan Heng is a pretty man, he's calm, also a little emotionally stunted, but he cares a lot for the Astral Express crew, his new family. And I obviously love characters that are the caring type.

Jing Yuan. Constantly makes this :3 face. Big, strong powerful man. Is lazy. Likes taking afternoon naps. Has a pet lion named Mimi. He is babygirl and no one can convince me otherwise. Been through a lot of shit in his lifetime. Basically lost all his friends and feels regret that he was powerless to do anything about it. I love a character who is kindhearted despite all the shit that could have turned them sour.

And then there's Blade. The one I am completely feral for. Also love me a character that is a bit insane. And he is insane. Great fucking voice, I could listen to him all day. Brooding. Has killed a lot of people. His body is littered with scars and I NEED to get my mitts on him. I main him and IL. He's at E2. He can get fucking nasty with his damage output. Is constantly running on 1HP and gets pissed when my Luocha saves him from the brink of death :) Blade also has been through a lot of shit. He's just a tired man. I will always write him as a softish sort of lover and you can pry that from my cold, dead hands. ((there are many reasons why I write him that way but I'm very prickly about sharing why))

And I think I will wrap it up here. I'm pretty sure by looking at this list, you can guess my type. Don't worry, there's a lot of "problematic" characters I like too but I won't share that info unless asked. Oh and women. I like a lot of women too but I think people tend to forget that cause I usually just post about the men. I swear I love women too but no one seems interested so I leave that stuff for A03. Okay, now that I have probably made everyone in the room uncomfortable, I shall take my leave. Thanks for reading, feel free to ask me more questions :D

And now, some rapid fire characters otherwise this will turn into a five page essay. Katakuri Charlotte from One Piece. Big, mochi man. An absoulte unit, insanely strong, is a family man, has a big heart. Has a big sweet tooth. He loves donuts and he sings a little song when he eats them. He is kawaii desu ne.

Kaito Tenjo from Yugioh Zexal. Favourite out of all the Yugioh characters. Little scary at first. He seems cold at first but when he is with his little brother who he cares for so much, he turns so soft and I love him. Also his deck archtype is Galaxy Eyes. I fucking love dragons and I main Galaxy Eyes irl when I go to tournaments it is fun to use a deck filled with dragons, machines and space wizards.

Vector from Yugioh Zexal. A big piece of shit. Used to be a kind person but he snapped really fucking hard. He is a menace and honestly? Can low key get behind the chaos he causes. Go off.

Shinjiro Aragaki. Recently playing Persona 3 Reload and of course he is my type. The cold, aloof type that is secretly a caring person. Yeah. That's my type. He is that. Also strong. I love characters who are physically strong because as someone who is chubby, I like to imagine these characters can pick me up into a bear hug with literally no problem. (A girl can dream TT^TT)

Every single fucking Uchiha from the Narurto franchise. Without fail, I have had a major obsession with them. Every. Single. One. There's something wrong with me for falling in love with an entire bloodline.

Leon and Raihan from Pokemon. Leon is dumb with big tits and Raihan is a titan that has a strong dragon theme. Sign me up.

#anon #ramblings #have i bored you yet?#this was so fun thanks for asking #i don't get to yap often because i don't want to bore people #but i'm so happy someone finally asked #let me give you little forehead smooches you kind beautiful creature #i will probably think of more faves i could have added and then i'll cry

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twisted-tales-told · 6 months

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Hey hey I was recently lurking Tumblr and I know you're into astrology so I was wondering maybe you could gauge the compatibility between me and this guy I've been seeing. I know its not what you usually do but I loved a reading you did previously, so if it's not an issue.

So my planets are Leo sun, Gemini moon and Libra rising (with Libra Venus and Scorpio Mars) and his signs are Aquarius sun, Cancer moon and Scorpio rising (with Pisces venus and mars).

I've been hearing a lot of mixed reviews about the placements so maybe you could give an overall idea of how it might turn out.

Babygirl (gender neutral) I hope yall are out there living the most insane relationship to date because those astrology placements are a wild ride start to finish

First of all I am sure you are a lovely human being but your placements terrify me. You are all fire and words & I respect that. You’ve got a temper to show for it, and letting people past the surface is a harrowing experience for you. Libra rising & Libra Venus means you’re so so so gorgeous btw. It does mean you have siren like qualities and could lure men to their deaths tho.

As for his placements, personally, would not touch him with a 10 foot pole. But that’s mostly because my father is also an Aquarius sun and cancer moon. And I may have daddy issues but that’s one step too far for me.

He’s hard to read and slightly emotionally manipulative but not in like a super bad way, more in a “he doesn’t know how to tell the truth from his feelings” way. And for you miss libra rising & Venus, that’s going to cause some problems.

He’s got a lot of delicate lil feelings tucked away in all sorts of corners. You might want to get angry, but he’s just going to turn inward and get sad.

Don’t kill each other my guy <3

#astrology ask

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davidpastrsnack · 4 years

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back for more - matthew tkachuk

a/n: first of all idk what this title is i just wanted to post this lol. back with more matty but this time with a splash of smut. wasn’t expecting it to be so filthy but here we are. let me know what you think! (it seriously means the world to get feedback)

This wasn’t supposed to happen.

You grew up in St. Louis, becoming quite close with the Tkachuk family when they moved in next door. You were basically inseparable from Brady and Taryn, but Matthew had been another story. He knew exactly how to piss you off, somehow managing to strike a nerve with every comment he threw your way. It didn’t help that he made you so nervous, he was attractive and he knew it. No matter how much both your parents tried, there was no way you two could peacefully coexist. Safe to say you avoided him at all costs, which wasn’t a lot with how close your families were. When Matthew left for Calgary, you finally got a break, able to enjoy your time at the Tkachuk house without his constant bickering.

Fast forward four years and you were offered your dream job right out of college. But there was a catch: it was in Calgary. It wasn’t even a decision to be made, this was the opportunity of a lifetime and you knew that the city was big enough to avoid Matthew. Except apparently it wasn't, and now you were stuck in a seemingly endless cycle of winding up in his bed.

You were lucky enough to know one of the other girls that worked at your company, quickly falling into an easy friendship with her. It was Saturday night and you and Ella decided to go out, both looking your absolute best. You went for all black, throwing on your favorite jeans, v-neck bodysuit, and heeled booties. As soon as you walked into the bar, you were hit with the dense, warm air, your attention drawn straight to one of the tvs showing highlights of the Flames win that night. You scoffed, not even wanting to think about Matthew, and pulled Ella to go get your first round. Soon enough, you found yourself talking to a guy at the bar, the definition of tall, dark, and handsome. But little did you know the young guys of the Flames had just walked in, in the mood to celebrate their win. Matthew felt his breath hitch in his throat the second he saw you. He knew you had moved to the city, his mom begging him to reach out and make you feel welcome, but of course he hadn’t. What he didn’t know is how unbelievably good you looked. He had always harboured a crush for you, something about the sweet girl next door just doing it for him. But you quickly became close with Brady and he didn’t want to intervene if there was something there. So in typical teenage boy fashion he did his best to annoy you at all times. By the time it was clear that you and Brady were just friends, he had already established his dislike for you and felt that it was too late to backtrack. But now here you were. Maybe it was the way your jeans perfectly cupped your ass or the high he was still riding from scoring two goals just hours before, but Matthew headed straight towards you.

There was no denying that the guy in front of you was hot, but something about his personality was straight up boring you. Just as you began plotting your escape, you felt a tap on your shoulder. You eagerly turned, expecting it to be Ella coming back from the bathroom, but your face dropped when you saw him. “Matthew,” you sighed, a self-satisfied smirk already on his face.

“Long time no see Y/N, hmm?” he grinned.

You may have hated him, but you couldn’t say he wasn’t beautiful. He towered over you, messy brown curls falling onto his forehead just above his baby blue eyes. His black t-shirt fit him perfectly, tight on his broad shoulders and around his biceps. His scent was intoxicating, daring you to move closer to his frame. And that’s when you knew you were a goner.

He somehow charmed you into coming home with him that night, not that you were putting up much of a fight. Nearly two months later, you found yourself under his spell, spending night after night together.

Tonight was no different. After a long east coast road trip, Matthew was begging you to come over despite the early hour of the morning. And that’s where you found yourself, pressed up against his door weakening beneath his body. His hands were heavy on your waist, moving his mouth from yours to trail hot, wet kisses down your neck. You whimpered as he started to suck your sweet spot between his teeth, feeling him smirk against your soft skin as he wound you up. “Matt- Matthew, please,” you begged, hands gently pulling his curls making him groan. With just a few touches he had you dripping for him, no one compared to the way he worshiped your body. He moved his hands down your body, splaying across your ass then your thighs. He gently tapped them urging you to jump, which you did right away, gasping when you felt how hard he was against you as you wrapped your legs around his hips.

“What do you want babygirl? You just gotta tell me,” Matthew whispered in your ear, making sure to grind into your core a little extra as he spoke.

“Fuck,” you whined. “Your t-tongue, your fingers. Please Matty.”

Matthew moved to carry you into his bedroom, continuing his assault on your neck. “Whatever my girl wants she gets.” You tried not to overthink his possessive language, and luckily you were quickly distracted as he dropped you on his bed. You couldn’t help but giggle as you bounced on the soft material, him grinning down at you, eyes full of admiration. It was moments like these that made you question the original agreement of just sex. He could be so sweet, so respectful. But you didn’t let yourself go there, knowing he had no interest in a relationship, especially not with his former childhood enemy.

Your thoughts were interrupted as Matthew went back to work, lips reattaching to your neck and rough hands slipping underneath your sweatshirt. You arched up into him in desperate need of more friction. He was taking his sweet time marking up your collarbone, but you couldn’t wait any longer, pushing him off your body so you could pull off your top.

“Someone’s eager,” he chirped with a smirk.

“Oh shut up,” you snapped back, pushing his head further down your body.

Matthew chuckled and wrapped his hands around your back, gracefully unclipping your bra and throwing it across the room. His pink lips trailed down, covering your boobs in fresh bruises, the partially healed ones still lingering from previous nights. Once he reached the band of your leggings he wasted no time pulling them off your legs in one swift motion, but he left your panties behind. He wasn’t quite done teasing you. Matthew hooked both your legs over his shoulders, settling in. His dominant hand moved to finally ghost your core, fingers faintly dragging up the black lace. He smiled up at you as he took in the sight in front of him. You were squirming beneath him, already losing control of your body completely. His thumb rubbed your clit in painfully slow circles, your arousal becoming visible through the material.

“Mattttty,” you whined, begging him to do something, anything.

He normally hated that nickname, it reeked of desperation from girls he had no plans of calling again. But when it fell from your lips he felt his dick twitch and his heart melt. No matter how many times he told himself differently, you weren’t just another girl and deep down he knew it.

“Okay, okay princess. I got you,” he cooed, finally pulling your panties off. “Fuck,” he groaned as he saw you glistening before him, “So wet for me baby.”

He delved right in, dragging his tongue up your slit, reveling in hearing your moans as he finally gave you what you needed so desperately. Your hands flew straight to his head, pulling at his curls making him moan into you. Slowly but surely he reached your clit, wrapping his swollen lips around it before detaching his mouth with a pop.

“Mhm, you taste so fucking good babygirl,” he groaned.

You didn’t have time to respond before he went back to work, tongue massaging your clit just right. You had learned very quickly that this boy knew exactly what he was doing. With one finger he teased your entrance, feeling you out before sliding it in.

“Fuck, fuck,” you whimpered, your back arching off the mattress as he curled it against your g-spot perfectly.

Matthew smirked against you, blue eyes lifting to lock with your gaze. He added another finger and picked up his pace. He knew you were close, and he also knew just how to finish you off. He flattened his tongue against your clit and shook his head back and forth, arm resting heavy on your waist to keep you from moving.

“Ma-Matty I’m gonna cum, fuck, fuck,” you yelled out, not holding back in the least bit. His name continued to fall out of your lips in a chant as you reached your high.

Matthew milked you through your orgasm, making sure to look up and watch as you fell apart. It was his favorite sight: the way your back arched, face twisted, and legs shaked. He finally slowed his movements, pulling back to watch your cum spill out as he removed his fingers. You sat up on your elbows trying to regain your breath, in awe of the man in front of you and the earth shattering orgasms he never failed to give you. He locked eyes with you, a devilish smirk on his face as he moved to suck his fingers clean.

“Feel better?” He teased with a self-satisfied grin on his face.

You rolled your eyes and laughed, dragging him up by his shirt to kiss him, sighing as you tasted yourself on his tongue. He gently bit your bottom lip, making you pull away to urge him to shed his clothes.

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Two more orgasms later, you fell back against the mattress, chest rising with each breath as your body started to come down. Matthew laid next to you, his head tucked into the crook of your neck and his arm heavy across your waist. The two of you stayed like this for several minutes, basking in one another’s warmth. Neither of you would ever admit it, but this was your favorite moment of the night. That short bit of time when it was acceptable for fuck buddies to hold each other right after sex. But eventually you found yourself fighting everything within you and escaping from his grasp, moving to the bathroom to go clean up. Like usual, Matthew loosened his grip on you and watched you walk away, the door closing behind you.

Normally he would push his feelings to the side and let you leave, but he didn’t know if he could handle pretending tonight. Before he could talk himself out of it, he got out of bed, throwing on a fresh pair of boxers and grabbing a t-shirt. He sat on the edge of the bed waiting for you to emerge, heart beating out of his chest.

When you opened the door, you were expecting to see Matthew already half asleep, mumbling a goodbye to you. Early on in your arrangement, he insisted you stayed over in the guestroom, not wanting you to go home alone so late, but you refused. The best he got out of you was a text when you got home safe. You just couldn’t allow yourself to wake up in his apartment, that would be a cruel joke to your true feelings. But tonight, he was waiting up for you, a t-shirt in his hand.

You gave him a confused look, suddenly feeling very exposed in front of him.

Matthew moved his hands out to you, urging you to grab the shirt.

“What are you doing?” you questioned. There was no way this was what you hoped it was, he wouldn’t.

“Put it on,” he said, as if it was the most obvious thing ever.

“Wha-,”

“I can’t do this anymore, okay? I can’t watch you leave every night and then fall asleep alone wishing I was holding you. So put the shirt on and get back in bed.”

It was almost like you didn’t believe him. You gave him another quizzical look, to which he responded by gesturing it towards you again. You finally reached out and grabbed the shirt, slowly pulling it over your head. It was big, and you couldn’t deny that your heart fluttered as the soft fabric fell over your frame. You hesitantly moved towards the bed, climbing back under the sheets. Matthew slid in behind you, immediately reaching and grabbing your waist, pulling you flush against him.

You stayed silent for a minute, but your mind wouldn’t shut off. You couldn’t just pretend that this was normal.

“You know we have to talk about this, right? You’re not that dumb,” you mumbled at the end.

He scoffed, but it quickly turned into a chuckle as you turned in his arms and he saw your face, laced with confusion.

“What is there to talk about?” he smirked.

“Matty,” you warned, not blind to how his cheeks pinkened at the name.

Matthew sighed, “Look, Y/N, I don’t think you hate me as much as you pretend to. And I’m telling you that I never hated you like it seemed for all those years. Correct me if I’m wrong, but I’m pretty sure we’ve been exclusively hooking up for a while now and fuck, I want more,” he declared.

You of course agreed with him, but you decided to have a little fun.

“How do you know you’re not just one of many on my roster, hmm?” you teased, but he saw right through you.

“You’re here almost every night I’m not away. I would honestly be impressed if you were doing that,” he laughed as he looked down at you, moving his hand to play with your hair.

You didn’t even have words, just cupping his cheek and pressing a slow kiss to his lips. When you pulled back, he was staring at you with the softest eyes, and after so long you finally let yourself stare back.

“Okay but I’m not telling our parents. That’s on you,” you spoke.

“Umm, about that, I already told my mom-”

“You told your mom that we’re fucking! What is wrong with you Matthew?” you exclaimed, playfully hitting his bare chest as he burst into laughter.

“No! I just told her we started hanging out a little bit. That’s all baby.”

“Oh thank god,” you sighed, relieved that the woman you basically considered a second mother didn’t know that your relationship with her son started as a Saturday night bar hook up.

After another fit of giggles, the physical and emotional exhaustion of the night finally struck. You turned into Matthew’s body and nuzzled into his chest, his arms holding you close. His lips grazed your forehead, whispering goodnight. But just when you felt your eyes slipping shut, you heard that voice one more time.

“I should probably tell you though, Brady knows about the fucking.”

“Mathewwwww,” you groaned into his skin, feeling your body shake as his vibrated with laughter.

Even though you had a lot of explaining to do back home, you were so happy to have the pest by your side through it all.

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Off The Deep End

Warnings: violence, harsh language, fainting, miscarriage, and lots and lots of crying.

Derek Morgan, if you go over to those curtains one more time, I swear on all my plushies back at Quantico, I will beat your ass myself.” Penelope threatens for the fourth time in the past few hours. She receives a smile from Emily who’s seated beside a napping JJ.

“Babygirl. I’m just trying to open a window, it’s too hot here.” He squints at her, with sweat beads on his forehead.

“I don’t care!” She snaps, placing her laptop aside a little rougher than she'd like. She gets up from her spot on the couch, and shoves Derek aside from the open window, “You’re going to sweat through your clothes, you are going to make a puddle on this floor. I don’t care! But, we are not opening these, because if these open, then my internet fades away, and if my internet goes away, then I can't do any digging to find Spencer. So, no, Derek, you may not open the window!” She snaps.

He stares at her for a moment with wide eyes silently. As she returns back to her spot he follows her and sits at her feet.

“What?” She growls frustratedly. He softly takes her glasses off her face and folds them, putting them aside. “I can't see without those, Derek.” She huffs, going to take them back. He stops her hands, and brings them to his mouth and gives her knuckles soft kisses.

“Sweetie, I know this is stressful. It’s hard on all of us,” He speaks to her with love, “but, it's important we don't lose our temper with each other.” She looks at him dearly with teary eyes.

“I just wish I could do more.” She sniffles quite like a mouse, tears dripping from her eyes, “I feel like we’re not doing enough to help him.”

The team is all at wits end. It’s very clear. Earlier, Hotch had lost his temper with JJ because she hadn’t ‘talked to the local police about the case yet’. Even he knew that was a ridiculous thing to argue over, because, the local PD had nothing to do with this case. But, nonetheless, he had yelled at her, and she had argued back, causing the both to walk away from each other heated.

“Well, then talk to me. Tell me, what is it that can help you work better.” Derek wipes his dear friends cheeks, “Want me to help set the internet a little better?” He asks, stroking her cheeks with his large hands.

Her lips perk up at the corners, “Now you're talking my language, Baby.” She nods like a little child. The two continue back and forth for a bit. They don't realize they have a watcher from afar.

From the dining table in the kitchen, Amelia sat watching the two agents longingly. She knew they didn't have a romantic relationship, but she envied the way they were touching each other and smiling and loving. She envied them and she hated herself for it. Because, with every hour that passed without Spencers being found, was another hour that she was growing angrier.

Not at the team, she knew they were trying their best. But, at herself? She didn't really know; she just needed to be angry at something, or someone.

“How are you feeling?” A hand on Amelia's back startles her. She looks up to see Aaron.

He was older than her by a good decade or so, but Spencer always spoke with such respect to his name. Not so much as a father figure, but more so an older brother. So, eventually that's the role Amelia gave him in her life also.

“Alright,” She lied, taking a sip of her unintended cold coffee.

He takes a seat beside her. He’s about to say something when Derek and Penelope both call for Amelia.

Both of the two seated in the kitchen come into the living room. Hearing their call startles JJ awake, as she was napping on the love seat opposite to them. Emily places a hand on her thigh to reassure her nothing has happened.

“Ameilia,” Garcia starts off just above a whisper, “did you ever have anyone come and check your internet?”

All eyes are on her, “Yeah,” she's confused. She already said the internet was slow. Why does it matter? “I called someone a couple months back, but he didn't really help. In fact, I think it just got worse after he checked it.” She half shrugs. “Spencer thought I was crazy when I told him that.” She gives a ghost of a smile.

“What exactly did he do? The man you called for the wi-fi?” Penelope pries.

“Why does it matter?” Hotch asks.

“Just give me a second to figure this out,” Penelope stalls, looking back to Amelia, “What did he do when he came?”

Amelia licks her dry lips, starting to get anxious, “Um- he checked our router and our modem. Said it was old school, and he would give us a new one free of cost.” She takes a shaky breath in, “Why?”

“Where’s the new system he set up?” Derek asks, standing up from the couch he was seated on.

After Amelia points to the closet in her room, she comes back to Penelope. “Pen, what is it?”

“I have a hunch,” Garcia says, typing on her laptop, “I don't want to be right about it.” Derek comes out of the room with a tiny black box with flashing red lights. He hands it to Garcia, who without a beat says, “But, I'm afraid I am.”

“Sweatpea, this isn’t a new modem. This is a blocker.” Penelope says, turning it around and switching off numerous buttons on it. “The guy, whoever he was, came in here, and planted this on purpose.” She speaks directly to Ameila, though the whole team is watching her with wide eyes.

“Why would - why would someone do that?” Amelia stutters.

“It all makes so much more sense now!” Penelope's brain switches a flip and she tosses the blocker onto the floor, and starts typing hard on her computer. She laughs, “My internet is back! And I got something else too!” JJ gets up to stretch her legs and is instructed by Pen to go and open the curtains.

She's confused, but follows orders as told.

“Derek Morgan, I could kiss you.” Peneople is in her own world.

“I would love that, I really would. But, if we could know why…?” He snaps in front of her screen but she shoos his fingers away. She's in a trance. Maybe it's just because her internet is back up and running, but Amelia begins to get impatient.

She finally turns the screen around to show the team what she's looking at. She's panting as though she ran a mile in under a minute.

The whole team looks at her screen in confusion. “Is that-?” Emily starts.

“Is that us?” Amelia finishes.

“That's us.” Morgan confirms as he raises his arm just to watch his arm raise on the screen.

“What is going on?” Aaron looks at Penelope.

Penelope waits for a dramatic pause, and then she says with complete confidence, “Amelia, someone has been watching you and Spencer for a while now. That same someone was the one who had that blocker planted in your apartment, so they could block any interruptions in and out of here. My bet is,” She turns her laptop back around, “they’re the ones in charge of Spencer's kidnapping.”

Amelia takes in all the information one by one. “But, I called the internet guy just out of chance.” She recalls her memory.

“Where did you find his number?” Emily asks.

“Spencer gave it to me. Actually, he’s the one who called him.” She remembers, “I had complained to him that I was having trouble working on my kindergarteners report cards, so he said he had found someones number on a bulletin board. He’d spoken to him himself, and said the guy would come over the weekend.”

“This is good,” Hotch says, “this is the closest thing to a lead we’ve had since Spencer has gone missing. Emily and Derek, you two go and check out the bulletin boards back at the office, and check if you can see what number Spencer had gotten in contact with.”

The two agents nod, and head out of the apartment, “Penelope,” Hotch says. As she looks up, he replies, “great work.” She beams a smile.

Amelia feels something deep in her stomach. Maybe it's the baby she never forgets about. Or, maybe it's the sense of guilt taking over her. Because, if she hadn't complained to Spencer about the crappy wi-fi, then the man wouldn't have come over. If he didnt come over, he wouldn't have planted the blocker which would mean they wouldn't have surveillance on them. Which would mean Spencer wouldn't have gotten kidnapped, and then he’d still be here today holding her close and-

She begins to feel lightheaded and loses her footing slightly staggering in place. Aaron quickly catches eye of her losing balance and runs up to her. He quickly places a hand on her back and seats on the nearest couch.

“Amelia, we will find him, you have to take it easy..” He reassures her. Most, if not all, of the team knew about her pregnancy. Only the females had made it verbal, but the males also showed just a little extra care towards her in the past 24 hours

Emily and Derek roll up to their Quanatico office half an hour after the conversation back at the Doctors apartment. They both step out of the car. “So, what are we looking for?” Derek asks, taking off his sunglasses, tucking them into his back pocket.

“Well, Amelia said Spencer had found the electricians number on the bulletin board. Our first best bet is probably the one in the kitchen.”

“But,” Derek opens the door for Emily, “is it really like him to just call a random stranger over to his apartment? I mean, the guy doesn't sound like he worked for a big company.”

The two file into the elevator and start heading up, “Well, he's not really one for technology, is he? He wouldn't really care as long as the problem got solved. Amelia said herself, the problem wasn't bothering him, it was bothering her.” Emily walks out of the elevator first after it stops.

“And, he would do anything in his power to help her be happy.” Derek says as they walk into the bullpen and head for the kitchen. “Even if that meant calling up a stranger and asking for help.”

When they walk into the kitchen nothing stands out to them. Coffee is brewing for other agents, sing has a few dirty mugs, and the bulletin board is just filled with papers they'd seen before.

Derek skims the pages and doesn't seem satisfied, “This is all the regular stuff. Flyers for newbies, orientation timings, and lectures by older agents. Nothing about electricians.”

“Well, there has to be something somewhere.” Emily grunts as she goes to fill herself a mug of hot caffeine. She offers to make Derek a cup, but he declines politely.

“Okay, so I’m Pretty Boy, okay?” He looks at Prentiss, “My wife needs help with the internet at home. I don't know jack squat about that stuff, so what do I do?”

“Ask someone else for help?”

“But, I'm also too shy to ask someone myself. I don't see any flyers here at work, so…” he trails for a second before continuing, “maybe, i see a flyer at my regular cafe.” He lifts an eyebrow suggestively.

Emliy hums in agreement, “Could be.” She nods, “He does get to work with coffee in hand, so he has a regular spot. Someone was already watching him, so they probably knew that. Could’ve planted a trap for him there.”

Derek takes out his phone and dials a memorized number on speaker, “Speak to me, Chocolate Thunder.” Penelope answers.

“Hey, Mama. I need you to look up the route from Spencer's apartment to work. Tell me what coffee shops you see between us.”

Typing begins on the other side before the hear Amelia's shy voice.

“Is this regarding Spencer?”

“Yeah,” Emily answers, “would you happen to know where he got his morning coffee from, Amelia?”

“Uh, yes,,” she replies, “it’s this small cafe like ten minutes from here.” She pauses, “I think it's called The Corner Brewery.”

“Already sent you the address to your cells.” Garcia adds.

“Of course The Genius marries a Genius.” Derek smiles, “You're a lifesaver, Amelia. You too, PC. Get back to you two soon.” He hangs up.

“To the The Corner Brewery we go.” Emily jangles the keys.

Amelia is in the kitchen making some pasta. No one is hungry, including her. But no one stops her, because she needs something to keep herself busy or she goes back into overthinking mode. Unhealthy for her and the baby.

Penelope sits clacking away at her computer. She had a router backtracking number from the camera she had gotten connected to (the surveillance footage one), so she was hoping she could find the location it was coming from.

Hotch sat across from her, on the phone with Strauss because she was on his ass about his entire team being absent from work with no notice. Hotch was winning the argument, he usually is.

JJ walks into the kitchen, “Can I help?” She offers.

“No, thank you.” Amelia says quietly and politely.

“Amelia,” JJ calls for her attention, “Em and Derek are so close to getting more information. We’ll find him. I promise.”

“Aren't you not allowed to give empty promises like that?” Amelia locks eyes with JJ for the first time all day. It knocks the breath out of Jennifer because she sees just how broken Amelia looks. Her eyes are puffy and rimmed red from constant crying. Her nose is red, and her lips are trembling.

“I’m sorry, I-”

“It’s okay, I just-,” Amelia turns back to the pot she was stirring, “I really want him to come back home, but please stop giving me false hope.”

It breaks JJ’s heart seeing Amelia so broken. They were never super close, but Amelia was Spencer's wife. And, Spencer was her best friend, and that was enough for her to love Amelia.

A knock on the front door breaks the girl's attention away from their brief conversation.

Hotch stands up immediately, and JJ protectively stands in front of Amelia, with her hand immediately on the gun on her waist. Hotch takes a slow step towards the door, and calls out loudly, “Who is it?”

No answer.

Hotch looks back at JJ, and when she nods, indicating she's ready to fire on command, he swiftly opens the door, pulling out his own gun simultaneously. There's no one at the door, which makes Amelia exhale a breath she didn't know she was holding.

Theres a small package on the welcome mat outside, and just as the previous package, in messy handwriting, it has Mrs. Reid scribbled on it.

Hotch quickly looks outside the door left, right, then left again, and brings the package inside. After shutting and locking the door, he places it on the center table.

Amelia, still traumatized from the last thing they received slowly approaches it, “What is it?”

Aaron shrugs, “Light,” he lowers himself to inspect the package before opening it, “doesn't seem like there's much in it.”

“Maybe you should go inside,” Penelope offers, “since last time-”

“No,” Amelia quickly interjects, “I can handle it. I can do it, I have to. This is about my husband.” She inhales deeply, “I can be strong for him. Open it, Aaron,” She encourages him with the fakest face of courage she can muster up.

He waits a moment, but realizes she's not going anywhere. He begins opening the packing cautiously, just to realize it's a cardboard box. Inside is just a disk. A CD. No label, no tag, no writing. Just a CD.

All heads turn to Garcia, and she nods and holds out a palm to Hotch, “Pass it, I’ll check what it is.”

He hands it to her and she inserts into her laptop. Amelia is seated beside her watching her work away on her laptop.

“There’s a single file on here. A video.” She squints at her screen.

Without another movement made by Garcia, a video opens up on her computer. Her and Amelia gasp in unison. It’s Spencer. Tied to a chair, bloody rag covering his now four-fingered hand.

He looks scared, and bloodied and bruised. His hair is matted down to his forehead and one of his eyes is so swollen that it’s shut. Breathing labored, he tilts his up towards the camera slightly, his messy hair moving with him.

Amelias eyes water and her lips tremble. She covers her mouth with a shaky hand to stop herself from crying. Be brave, she reminds herself, be brave and strong for Spencer.

Penelope places her equally shaking hand on her friends thigh, just as to remind her, we’re here for you.

“Whenever you’re ready, Spencie.” A voice says from off camera. Garcia places the laptop front and center on the living room coffee table.

Spencer takes a deep breath, “Amelia,” his bottom lip quivers, “I am so sorry, Sweetheart.” At the mention of the nickname Amelia whimpers. “I didn’t mean for any of this to happen, and I would never have hoped you would be involved in this also.” He shut both his eyes and looked down at his lap. “We’ll figure this out, Buttercup.” This nickname causes Amelia's eyes to water and start streaming silent tears. “Just you and me, against the world.” A small smile from him earns him an identical one from his wife.

“And, Amelia, I promise you,” he swallows hard, looking back up once again. His face almost unrecognizable, this time JJ looks away with her eyes shut, “once I get out of here, you and me, we’ll go on that date to Griffith Park observatory you’ve always wanted to go to. But, maybe we’ll skip the ending, I don’t like the end of the observatory.” Amelia furrows her brows, her heart beating a mile a minute. “And, then, maybe we could watch a movie. Like that one Jim Carrey film. What was it? Something, Ventura? It was top class acting, I know you said that.” Amelia can sense something off, but she couldn’t place her finger on it. She messily wipes her tears, sniffling. She stands up catching the eye of JJ.

“Please, Amelia.” Spencer pleaded desperately, “I love you.” He was crying too. His voice was shaking. He was at his breaking point.

“Hey, Lover Boy!” The same voice from before came loudly. A man walked from behind the camera, keeping in mind of not showing his face. He walks towards Spencer, his back to the viewers, “Would you like to give us the password now?”

Amelias breathing shallowes, and she unconsciously placed a hand on her stomach. As she stares at Spencer with wide eyes, the man swings a punch straight to his gut. “Couldn’t hear you, dear.” He chuckles evilly.

Amelia watches in horror as the man cracks his knuckles, “Speak up for me.'' Another punch gets delivered to her husband's chest.

“Please stop.” Spencer pleaded, spitting blood. The sight made Amelia cry loudly, and Aaron tries to move her from in front of the screen.

“Garcia, turn it off.” He orders, equally shaken up.

“I’m trying,” she cries, tapping at herkeyboard, “it won’t go away.” She sniffles desperately.

“You know what I want. Give it to me, and I’ll stop.” The man threatens. He walks away for a second just to return back into the screen with a large metal rod.

“Garcia!” Aaron scolds loudly.

“It won’t turn off!” She yells back, scared.

Spencer squeezes his eyes shut, and as if Amelia's body couldn’t handle seeing her husband get hurt any longer, her eyes shut on her, and she falls straight to the floor.

“I’ll tell you!” The team hears Spencer plead on camera. But, no one is watching the screen anymore. Instead, they all quickly huddle around Amelia, who lay on the floor. Eyes shut with tears streaking her cheeks. The commotion of the apartment is loud for the next few moments.

Spencer in the video giving a password to his captor. Garcia is on the phone with the police, telling them to send an ambulance to her current address. JJ is trying to wake up Amelia, her head being softly placed onto the agents lap.

JJ strokes Amelia's hair softly, “Amelia, please. Please wake up.” She whispers, her eyes ready to leak tears.

Aaron, in the midst of the chaos, turns his attention to Spencer just to hear him say the last few letters.

“That’s not right.” He mumbles, grabbing JJ’s attention.

“What?” She looks up.

“That’s not the code. If the code they want is the Integrity Files one, he gave them a faulty password.”

“Why would he do that?” She asks.

A few moments later, paramedics rush into the apartment. After Garcia argues her way into the ambulance also, JJ and Aaron agree to meet at the hospital.

“I’ll let Derek and Emily know.” JJ says to Garcia as she sits next to a still unconscious Amelia. Penelope nods and the medics shut the ambulance doors.

Back at The Corner Brewery, Derek and Emily walk with purpose. The barista asks them for their orders.

“No coffee, although, we were wondering if you guys had a bulletin board of any sort?” Emily asks as Derek takes a look around.

The cafe was very large. It was busy, and the amount of customers made Derek nervous if they would find any information they seeked.

“Yes,” the man behind the counter replied bored, “we allow paying customers to post any advertisements they want over there.” He points to a cork board that hung at the end of the store.

Very big, and very much covered in papers, and stickers and flyers.

They nod, and before heading to the board, Derek feels the need to flash his badge. Just to show that he has a reason to be here.

“Where do we start?” Emily gawks at the board. There’s at least 50 different papers layered on top of one another.

The two agents start to remove paper by paper to see if they can see any ads that may stand out. After half an hour of unsuccessful searching, Derek excused himself.

“I gotta take a bathroom break, Prentiss.” He walks away as she nods. He walks up to the barista and asks for the men’s room. As he’s about to walk away, he catches glimpse of a page hanging behind the wall the barista stood in front of. “Hey, my man.” He grabs the servers attention, “What’s that?” He points to the page.

The barista comes by. He tears the paper off the wall and hands it to him. “An ad, probably hung up by one of the other servers here. Customers aren’t allowed back here.” He gives a half shrug before walking away.

Need help with bad internet? Call us today!

Derek rushes back to Em to show her what he found.

“Hey, check this out.” He hands it to her.

She reads it over. It looks simple, like it was printed at home. A stock photo image of a computer with a large red cross over it. The heading was big and bold. Loud enough to catch attention.

At the bottom of the page, there was a name and number.

“Leonel Cassum.” Emily reads the name at the bottom.

“I think we should give him a call,” Derek looks over at the number, “after that bathroom break.” He turns back around to where he was before.

“So, Leonel,” Derek starts, sitting opposite of the male they called in for questioning, “tell me, how’s business?”

He’s confused. The freckles on his nose move as he scrunches his nose, “It’s alright, going decent enough.” He looks from Derek to Emily and back. “Am I allowed to ask why I’m here?”

Derek gives a large smile, almost condescendingly, “Of course you are,” he pauses, waving over Emily. She hands him a folder. “now, do you know who Dr. Spencer Reid is?”

The young blonde shakes his head. “No, why am I here?” There’s a shake in his voice.

“Because,” Emily takes a seat next to Derek, “Dr. Reid is missing. And you’re our only lead. The whole case is sitting on your shoulders.” She points her index to him.

He stares back, mouth agape, “W-what? No, no that’s not possible.” He leans forward, “Look, you guys have the wrong guy. I didn’t do anything. I don’t even know who that is!” He looks desperately from one agent to the other.

“Really?” Emily raises an eyebrow, “Well, it says in your call records,” she opens her folder, “that you spoke to Dr. Reid exactly three months ago. It was a five minute long call. He had called you, at,” she squints at her page, “8 in the morning. Early, huh?” She looks to Morgan.

“Well, maybe Leonel here isn’t an early riser. That’s why he doesn’t remember who he spoke with. Right, Leonel?” Derek looks to their guest.

He stares back, “I- I may have spoken to him.” He shrugs, “But, I speak to a lot of people everyday. It’s nothing significant.”

“Well, it must’ve been. Because, you spoke to him on a Friday, and agreed the very next day. Fast service for such a busy company.” Emily counters.

Leonel looks to the dark haired agent, “It must’ve been a slow weekend, I really don’t know what you guys are intending.” He continues his innocence.

Emily stands up slamming the table with her palms, scaring the kid, “We’re intending you spoke to the Doctor, came to his house, placed a blocker in his home,” she inches close to Leonel's face, “and have been watching him like a stalker since then. Now he’s gone missing! So, who’s head is that on? Yours!” She yells in his face.

Leonel scoots back, “I didn’t do any of that!” He cries.

“We have footage of you walking into his apartment, Leonel!” Emily walks around the table so she’s next to his chair, “How much are you going to lie before you break?” She stares at him menacingly. Derek quietly watches, playing the good cop between them.

Leonel's shoulders start to shake.

“I’m real tight on money.” He squeaks. “Some guy came up to me at a cafe and told me he’d pay me hefty if I just go along with a few things he wanted.” He looks to Derek, almost ignoring Emily.

“It started off small, like just making a flyer. Then he told me I'd receive a call,” he wipes his nose with his sleeve, “and after a few days, I did. I was told what to say, and I did exactly that.” He wipes his tears quickly, “All I did was set up a small blocker in his apartment.” His breathing gets shaky again, “But, that’s all! That’s all I did! I didn’t kidnap anyone! I didn’t hurt anyone! I swear!” He cries.

Emily goes back around next to Derek, “If he’s saying the truth, then there’s another surveillance guy.”

“I don’t know who he is,” Leonel speaks quietly, “but,” he swallows hard, “I can tell you where he’s at. I heard the guys who hired me talk about it once.”

Leonel gets sat with a facial artist first, to hopefully get a rough sketch of the man who hired him. And then he gives the address of what he thinks should be the place the creep who was watching Spencer is set up.

Derek drives to the given address, which happens to be just a street opposite of Spencer and Amelia's abode.

“Makes sense, seeing as how close this is to Amelia's place,” Emily gets out of the passenger seat and looks up at a tall building, squinting as the sun hits her eyes.

“Well, this is the address blondie gave us, so let's give it a look.” Derek starts to walk into the apartment complex before them.

They walk in and quickly come to realize that anything could happen in this building, and no one would know. The place was empty. Maybe there were residents living there, but whoever they were, they were very much to themselves.

The two agents make sure their badges are on display on their belts, and start to inspect the building. Slowly making their way up each floor, they finally stop at the 7th floor. As the elevator doors open, Derek stops the doors from closing with his hands, “Well, this looks promising.”

The floor seemed to be under construction. Paint buckets laid everywhere, and plastic sheets hung from the walls.

As the two stepped out of the elevator, they hear a paint can fall in the distance. Instantly whipping their head in that direction, Emily calls out loudly, “Federal Agents! Who's there?”

When instead of a reply they hear footsteps running, both of them grab a hold of their weapons and start running towards the sound. Derek gives a quick and quiet hand motion, telling Emily to split up to over more ground.

It a large floor and the place is split into different sections just by plaster or lanky wood. Once the footsteps stop, the only sound they hear is wind and their own breathing. Neither of the agents say a word.

Then, a sound behind Morgan, something sounding like a rustling makes him whip his entire body around and instinctively tackle. And rightfully so, because down goes the man they’re supposedly looking for.

Emily comes running up next to the two men who are wrestling, (although Morgan is most definitely winning). She hands Derek a pair of handcuffs and pulls out her vibrating cell to see JJs caller ID.

“Great time, JJ,” She breathes into the phone catching her breath. “We’ve got good news.”

“I’ve got some bad news.” JJ says at the same time on the other end. When Emily doesn’t say anything else, she continues, “What’s the good news?”

Emily walks a few feet away from Derek as he forces his handcuffed man up forcefully. She walks towards a set up right by an open window. A camera, a laptop, a few other boxes that are beeping green and red, and something that she didn’t expect; a large sniper rifle. All aiming straight at the dear doctors apartment.

“We found our peeping Tom. Well, he seems more like sniping Tom, but you know what I mean.” Emily says, “What’s the bad news?” She furrows her brows.

“Amelia fainted at the apartment.” JJ says, “We received a video of Spencer and she passed out while watching it. We’re headed to the hospital now.”

“Okay, we’ll meet you there.” Em replies, following Derek into the elevator.

“Oh, yeah, and Em?”

“Yeah?”

“This is about the Integrity Case. The kidnappers were torturing Reid for the password on camera.”

We’re so sorry. Sorry. So sorry. We tried. Our deepest condolences.

It doesn’t make any sense to Amelia. Sorry about what? She can barely remember what’s happened, and here doctors and nurses apologizing to her.

She continues to stay silent as a male doctor stands before her speaking of something that doesn’t register in her brain.

She’s in a hospital. She knows that. She’s been changed into a gown, she knows that also. Her mind feels woozy, that’s something also.

A nurse steps in front of her, “Is there anything I can do for you, Darling? Before we leave you for a bit.”

Amelia licks her lips before speaking, “I’m just a little lost,” as she speaks, she realizes she’s slurring her words slightly, “what’s happened?” She blinks hard.

“Oh,” the nurses blinks, “well, you’re friends out there say you had a fainting episode. And, well, sometimes if the body is undergoing a lot of stress, it can put a lot of stress on the baby also.” She's speaking slowly and clearly- unlike the doctor before her. “Sometimes, that can cause the fetus to get over worked,” she tilts her head slightly, “and, in your case, unfortunately, the fetus was far too young to try and save.”

The words slowly start to settle into Amelia's already foggy brain. Her hand goes onto her stomach.

Sorry. So sorry. We’re so sorry.

“We did try our best, but there was only so little we could do.” The nurse says sympathetically.

“The baby,” Amelia's voice is quiet, “the baby… is gone?” She asks in utter disbelief.

“We are so terribly sorry for your loss, hun.”

And before another word can leave anyone else’s mouth, Amelia's shoulders start to tremble as she breaks down. Loud cries leave her room as she cries over the loss of her unborn child.

A nurse comes outside and informs the team of what happened. Some shed a tear, others conceal their feelings till they’re in private. But they all hear the cries from Amelias room. Loud and clear.

It’s all pent up feelings.

Grief, because even if the baby wasn’t in her arms, it was still inside her. She was still talking to the baby. Telling them about what a great father Spencer is. Talking to them about how wonderful a mother she will be also. How much she’s looking forward to them growing everyday. Telling them just how much they’re loved, even before they’ve entered the world.

Anger, because Spencer isn’t here with Amelia. He didn’t know she was pregnant, much less know she’s lost the baby. She knows it’s ridiculous to be angry, but she is upset. He should’ve been here. If he was here, she wouldn’t have lost the baby.

She knows it’s not his fault. He wanted a family just as much Amelia did. They’d been trying for years, and when they did finally succeed-

Amelia screams. Again, and again, and again.

Some words. Some just incoherent screams. Her voice is not nearly loud enough to express all the emotions she’s feeling. Her screams boom through the whole maternity ward. While some mothers are cradling their newborns, this mother is mourning the loss of hers.

JJ decides to stay back with Amelia, even if it does mean just waiting in the waiting room. Garcia and Derek team together to go back to the apartment to gather all their belongings to head back to the office. Hotch and Emily agree to head into question their newfound suspect.

Amelia is left alone in the room.

Missing her husband.

Missing her child.

Losing everyone she loves, one by one.

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whimsicallyreading · 3 years

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The Death of Me

Part Two-

Danika stares at the gelatinous pony on her bedside table with empty eyes. It’s lifeless gaze kept a constant vigil that she found strangely comforting, especially after Ruhn Danaan ordered her ass home.

Now she was basically a prisoner in her own room. Sabine and the 33rd had already wrung all the information they could from her. Bryce’s piece-of-shit father hadn’t even bothered to show up at HQ.

She would rake him for that.

To ignore your child in life is one thing. But to ignore your daughters death and allow the CC Media to run wild with the stories as they have been? It was disgusting. It made her ill. He would pay for his negligence.

But first, she had to talk to Ember.

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Lunathion’s Party Princess gets taken down a peg!

Notorious partner in crime, Bryce Quinlan massacred in the up-and-coming Alpha’s mutual residence.

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Danika new it would be a rough phone call. She knew that the woman on the other side of the phone would be grieving. That grief makes people act out and say things they don’t mean.

Still, the guttural cries on the other side of the line shocks her. It evokes the first twinge of emotion she’d felt outside of her own pain in days.

Guilt.

“What happened, Danika?” Her surrogate mother sobs over the speaker. “They won’t tell me how it happened. I don’t even know when they will release my daughter’s body for burial.”

The weeping increases in intensity, as Danika bites back her bitter thoughts. Ember would likely never get to see her daughter’s remains. There was nothing left. No fixing the damage done to Bryce’s frame. She was cracked like a shell and vacated, the autopsies they would need to perform would only further ruin her flesh.

“I can’t tell you anything yet,” Danika consoles. “There’s a lot I don’t know, but I will find out the details. In the mean time...I know this is a lot to ask-“

Danika chokes over the words. Emotions were never her strong suit. On an average day it didn’t matter, people knew it was her nature to be blunt. They took no offense to her crass personality. Even if her words hit a mark, who would say anything to her?

Ember was different. She cared for the woman who’d loved her like she was flesh and blood. Who mothered the person that was her soul friend. Danika didn’t want to cause Ember any more pain than she was already going through, but this request would not land lightly.

“What is it?” Ember’s voice rasps over the phone.

Danika pulls air deeply into her lungs and closes her eyes. “I need you to stay away from the city.”

Silence.

“It’s dangerous right now. I don’t know why Bryce was targeted. If there is any link between you and the killer whatsoever I don’t want you in their line of fire.” Danika knows she rambling, but her composure couldn’t exist in the blanketed quiet.

“I promise I’ll take care of everything. I’ll figure out where Bryce is and make sure she gets home to you. Paperwork, medical issues, I’ll take care of it all, Mama Ember.” The promises she makes are big, she’s not even sure she can fulfill all of them. “Just please, stay back and keep safe.”

More silence. Danika’s stomach is rolling and she’s not sure if Ember is ever going to reply when a new voice sounds from the device.

“Danika, it’s Randall. We understand what you mean. Ember is just- processing right now.”

The loving, vibrant man who mailed them chocolate croissants, and could out shoot every member of the city’s aux units sounds hollow. None of the normal jovial inflections or calming vibrato. Randall sounds like he’s been choking down glass. “We will stay in Nidaros.”

Danika’s shoulders curl in relief. “Thank-“

“On one condition.” Randall cuts her off commandingly. “You bring whatever is left of my babygirl home, Danika. We don’t want her body dumped in that river.”

He wetly sniffles and something shatters in the background.

“I promise,” Danika whispers, feeling like a small child again. “I promise.”

Bryce Quinlan’s questionable lineage could be to blame!

Could halfbreed Bryce Quinlan’s vanir parent play a roll in the brutal death she received over this weekend?

“A bastard daughter is never a good look to a powerful vanir,” says councilwoman Sabine Fendyr

Connor and Bronson had a grip on either of her arms as she tries to refrain from clawing her mother’s face off.

“You bitch! You had no idea what you were talking about,” Danika spits, and it only makes her blood boil further when it misses the mark.

Sabine was too poised for a woman who’s daughter was actively trying to kill her. She fiddled with the rip that Danika’s claws left in the shoulder of her expensive suit, and raised a manicured brow. “I only spoke the truth. Are not most young demifae deaths due to domestic disputes with the vanir parent?”

“For children, yes!” Danika can feel her wolf pushing under her skin, begging to take control. “Bryce knew her father, he has no interest in her whatsoever. You are distracting from the actual killer.”

“Danika, I know this isn’t what you want to hear,” Sabine steps closer, only to stumble back as Danika’s wolf releases a throaty growl. “It looks like a home invasion. Things are missing from the apartment. Quinlan was in the wrong place at the wrong time.”

“No,” Danika half growls, half whimpers.

“Someone wanted a token from one of the most powerful alphas in all of Midguard.” Sabine continues. “Bryce, with no magic to her name, no way to defend herself got caught up in the mess. It’s unfortunate.”

“You called her a halfbreed,” Danika can’t force the tears back anymore. They run in rivulets down her cheeks, and Connor leans his face against her shoulder as he cracks too.

Sabine shakes her head, “It’s what she is. I raised you to be more logical than this, Danika. You can leave when you regain some semblance of composure.”

The door clicks behind her. She’d locked them in her room. Danika growls and storms over to the door, grabbing the knob with clawed hands. The wood gouges, and the hinges creek as she shakes the lock.

It doesn’t budge.

Bronson walks up beside her, currently the calmest of the three of them but equally downtrodden. He eyes the door, and with one swift movement, kicks the door and sends it flying off the hinges.

“Screw her,” Bronson mutters under his breath.

Connor is sitting on her bed, head in hands. “They are dragging her name through the mud.”

Danika purses her lips, but she can’t disagree. The headlines were only becoming more inflamed.

Bryce Quinlan’s History of Public Indecency

Reed Redner claims that Quinlan attempted to solicit him for a chance to stick her hands in the family fortune!

Does Jesiba Roga’s apprentice manage her dark dealings in Lunathion’s Meat Market?

Leaked! A photo of Bryce Quinlan with Prince Ruhn Danaan. Secret lovers or vengeful baby daddy?

“She’s going to pull the aux units off the case,” Danika breathes out. “She is already setting up an alternative story to pacify the media and her family.”

Connor shakes his head, “her family will never go for the home invasion shit.”

“They won’t,” Danika agrees. “If she pulls the wolf aux off the beat, that only leaves the Fae or the 33rd looking into this.”

“So we gave to work with the 33rd or the faerie squad? Great.” Bronson rubs his face. “Just great.”

They would have to work with one or the other. When Sabine pulls them, they will lose access to all of the research equipment and aux recourses. Danika would not sit idly while Bryce’s death was swept under the rug.

“Let’s start with the Fae. Ruhn is as invested in this as we are, he may be of some assistance.” Danika pulls out her phone to texts the rest of the pack.

Fury Axtar- Danika. What’s going on? yesterday at 8:07

Fury Axtar- I heard. I’m coming. yesterday at 8:10

“Well, it looks like Fury is on her way. We’ll have more help than we thought,” Danika texts Fury to come to the packhorse, not the apartment.

“Do you think she could do something about these articles?” Connor gritted through his teeth, his phone white-knuckled in his hands. Alerts had been popping up on their news apps all day. They’d tagged everything with Bryce’s name thinking something useful may come up, but it was all gossip and slander.

“That’s not really Fury’s expertise,” Danika thinks out loud. “Declan Emmet may be able to help with that.”

“Anything to get this shit taken down,” Bronson’s wolf flashes in his eyes. “Her family doesn’t deserve to be bombarded with this shit.”

“Bryce wasn’t like this,” Connar rakes his hand over his scalp. He was already looking sallow from lack of rest. There was a hollowness to him, that Danika could feel echo in her own soul. Neither of them would forget what they’d seen

“She wasn’t. We will fix it,” Danika makes another promise. “All of it.”

Bronson and Connor tip their heads in respect. They trust her as their alpha to lead them. Bryce was honorary pack. All of them are grieving and looking to her for guidance. To avenge the lost member of their family.

All Danika can do is assure them and hope she’s telling the truth.

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isolemnlyswearpevensie · 4 years

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I’ve Been Missing You Lately | Caspian x Reader

Warnings: Parents fighting/arguing

Word Count: 1.2k

Time/Era: Years after the Voyage of the Dawn Treader

Summary: After a big fight between Caspian and Y/N, their two kids are worried their family is falling apart

Request: Please write more Caspian imagines (Narnia). The last one was so cute! Maybe you could write one that you and Caspian got into a fight and your kids heard you and Caspian argue and they are afraid that you guys don’t love each other anymore and your comfort them and then Caspian walks in trying to apologize and ALOT OF FLUFF please and thank you 💕

A/N: Phew lots of Caspian the past few days! Do you guys still like them? I’ve been getting a lot of requests for him, but the posts haven’t been getting many notes. It’s not an issue, obviously, cause notes aren’t why I’m writing, but I was just wondering! Thank you for requesting this and for the compliment! I hope you enjoy! If anyone has a request, send it my way! I love writing! It doesn’t have to be for Caspian; I also write for Edmund, Peter, and various Harry Potter characters!

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“All I’m saying is it would be nice if you joined us for dinner!” Y/N slapped the kitchen counter with the tea towel in her hand. He had arrived late for dinner, again, and missed tucking in their children. Their daughter, Juniper, was eight, and their son, Tallon was four, so the nightly bedtime ritual was important to them.

“And all I’m saying is that isn’t possible right now. For the love of Aslan, Y/N! I’m the King, I have work to do.” He had his hands pressed against the backrest of one of their kitchen chairs with his arms straight.

“So much work that you can’t spend three fucking hours with your wife and children? They’ve been asking where you’ve been, by the way. If you even care. You leave at the ass crack of dawn and get home hours after they’re put to bed. What the hell am I supposed to tell them? Daddy’s too busy to play with you?” Caspian had never seen Y/N this angry, at least not at him. It was odd and scary. Odd and scary made him defensive.

“You tell them that their father’s the King of Narnia, that’s what you say. My times fucking important, I need to use it wisely.” He pushed the chair forward, making it screech against the tile floor and slam into the table.

“Oh, so we’re not important enough for your precious royal time? Nice to know, Caspian.” Y/N leaves the kitchen quickly, trying to hide her tears. Caspian lets out a deep sigh and runs a hand down his face. He was beyond exhausted and now, instead of treated his wife like the Queen she was, he treated her like garbage. He knew she was right, too. Y/N wasn’t asking much and yet he let his temper get the best of him.

Y/N closed the door to her and Caspian’s room quietly. While the married couple had been discussing loudly in the kitchen, the bedroom was closer to her children and she didn’t want to wake them.

She stared at her reflection in the mirror. Makeup was running down her cheeks and her eyes were red and puffy. She took a damp rag and wiped away her smudged makeup.

“Mama?” A high pitched voice behind Y/N sounded. She turned around to see Juniper holding a crying Tallon’s hand. Juniper also looked like she had been crying, judging by the tear streaks on her cheeks.

“Oh, sweethearts, what happened?” Y/N took Tallon into her arms and he immediately clung to her. She kissed his dark curls and sat on the bed.

“You and Daddy don’t love each other anymore,” Juniper sniffled as if she was trying to hold back tears. She had to be strong for her younger brother. Y/N reached out her free arm and her young daughter stepped into it.

“What makes you think that, pumpkin?” Tallon rested his head on Y/N’s shoulder and began to suck his thumb.

“You and Daddy were not very nice to each other,” She answered solemnly, looking up at Y/N with her big doe eyes. She had the same eyes as Caspian and they melted Y/N’s heart every time.

“Oh, I’m sorry we woke you, sweetheart. Me and Daddy just disagreed about something, that’s all. We still love each other very, very much. And we love you two even more.” Y/N kissed Junipers temple. She always seemed to look more like Y/N, except for her eyes. Tallon, however, was a spitting image of his father. He had inherited Caspians hair, face structure, and eyes. Both had Caspians strong will and Y/N’s kind heart, making them both very polite and sweet kids.

Caspian knocks on the open door hesitantly. “May I come in?”

“Daddy!” Juniper yelled, rushing from Y/N and into his arms. She hadn’t seen him in over a week.

“Juni!” Caspian replied, scooping the young girl into his arms and attacking her face with kisses. She giggled loudly and hugged her father’s neck. Watching them together made Y/N smile and some of her distaste towards her husband melted away. Some. Caspian’s gaze met Y/N’s and he set his daughter down.

“Love, I’m sorry about what I said. I didn’t mean it.” He walked over and sat next to her on the bed. “I should prioritize my family, and I haven’t been. You all are so important to me.”

“So what are you going to do to fix it, Cas?”

“Well, I’m going to make sure to be home by six. That way I can have dinner and maybe read these monkeys a bedtime story.” He poked Tallon’s stomach and he squirmed.

“A bedtime story?” Juniper asks, a smile gracing her face.

Caspian sat in the big rocking chair in Tallon’s room. Juniper was situated on his lap and Tallon was nestled in his bed. The younger boy was already more than half asleep, but the girl was intent on hearing the story.

“Then, just as Princess Y/N was about to steal the evil Telmarine’s sword from his hand, another came and took hers!” Juni gasped with her hands in knuckles.

“Oh no! Does she die?!”

“No, because a handsome, dashing, chivalrous, brave man by the name of Prince Caspian-”

“Handsome? Dashing? Brave? More like annoying. Princess Y/N had it handled.” Y/N laughed fondly from her place leaning against the door frame. Juni erupted into a fit of giggles and Caspian shot Y/N a playful look before returning to his daughter.

“Anyway, as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted… the handsome, dashing, chivalrous, daring Prince Caspian rode in on his horse and saved Princess Y/N. He pulled her onto his horse and together they defeated the evil Telmarines. Princess couldn’t help but fall in love with the Prince, and he the Princess, so the two got married and lived happily ever after. The end.”

“That’s it?! That’s the end?! What about the other Kings and Queens? Did they ever fall in love and get married?” Juni propelled herself off of Caspian’s lap and looked at her mom expectantly.

“That’s a story for another day, love. It’s time for bed, it’s way past your bedtime.” The eight-year-old whined and stomped into her room.

“Go put her down, I’ll be in our room.” Y/N told Caspian and walked out the door.

“Love, are you mad at me?” Caspian said as he entered. Y/N had already tucked herself into bed and had the light turned off.

“I’m not mad, I’m hurt.” Caspian rid himself of his day clothes and crawled into bed next to her, wrapping an arm around her waist.

“Babygirl, I’m sorry. I should have never said those things.” He kissed the back of Y/Ns shoulder.

“I know, but it still hurt. You’re never home anymore and I miss you. The kids miss you.”

“I promise I’ll be home earlier from now on. I let work get in the way of my family and that’s not okay.” Y/N turned to face him. While it was dark, she could still see his piercing eyes.

“You’re right, it’s not okay. But, I reacted badly too, and I’m sorry. I should have been more understanding of your schedule. I should have respected that you have responsibilities outside of home.”

“It’s alright, my love. I need to be here for my family. I love you, Y/N. Let’s get some sleep and talk more in the morning?” He kissed her forehead on his pillow, his hair sprawling out in every direction.

“I love you, Caspian. Sleep well.”

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heathenarmyimagines · 4 years

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Title: The Alliance

Summary: Ivar takes his betrothed to meet a very special person before they depart.

Pairing: Ivar x Reader

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A/N: I know, I took FOREVER to post this but at last here it is in all its non-proofread glory. I hope you all enjoy it.

His father had once told him about this ridiculous Christian thing called a miracle when he was a child, it was a word he used when describing his washing up back on Kattegat shores.

Something that is not possible.

While he did truly hate the entirety of the Christian religion and those who believed in it, Ivar didn’t know any other words to describe how he had gotten a ship ready so soon.

It was almost purely a coincidence that out of a small fleet of ships that had been used to raid in England last year one hadn’t yet been completely stripped down. So Ivar hired a large group of young able bodied men and a single experienced old timer to lead them in preparing the boat.

Of course the ship being partially prepared already didn’t mean that there was not still a lot of work to be done. They still needed rations of food, ale and drinkable water for those on board to make it to Tunisia without starving. There was also a need for even more essential things like oars, a new sail, blankets, ravens and ropes.

All these things kept Ivar in a constant state of annoyance and stress, none of which was helped by the fact that he hadn’t had much time spent with his betrothed.

While he himself was very occupied with preparing for the journey, Princess (Y/N) was preparing for the arrival.

Going over details with Ragnar and hand picking the warriors she wanted to journey back with them, as well as teaching everyone her language.

It had already been discussed during first meal that she would teach Ivar privately on the journey so that he wouldn’t have to take time away from his preparations.

At last tonight the ship was fully stocked and prepared to make the journey to Africa. Ivar felt such a sense of relief in this moment that it was only second to the feeling of winning (Y/N)’s hand in marriage.

He was so exhausted he nearly fainted on the docks.

But he managed to pull himself the rest of the way to his chamber and was surprised to find (Y/N) sitting in his bed.

‘Ah, a pleasant surprise.’ he said as he pulled himself up onto the mattress next to her.

‘Sorry to intrude, I just needed a minute away from everyone, it feels as if I haven’t had a moment to myself since the feast.’ she said.

‘I understand, I am glad you find comfort in my chambers, since we will be sharing it rather soon.’ Ivar sighed as he laid down.

‘Tired?’

‘Exhausted, I’m honestly wishing we could just skip the weddings and just be married at this point.’ he yawned.

‘Really?’ (Y/N) asked as she laid down beside him.

Ivar was surprised by this, a small part of him had expected that now that he was here that she would leave.

‘Yes, of course I cannot wait to meet your family, I just wish the boat was easier to prepare, or at least less tiresome.’

‘I understand, Sven seemed stressed when he had to prepare for the journey to bring us here. I wish I could bring you some comfort.’

‘You already are, just being here.’

‘Do you really find my company so comfortable? No nervousness?’ she asked, turning onto her side to face him a bit better.

‘Why should I be nervous?’ Ivar countered.

‘Lots of reasons, you will soon be on a boat for the first time in your life to meet the family of the woman you will be marrying.’ she said.

‘I have wanted to be on a boat on my way to new places since I was a boy, it is only now that I have the opportunity. If anything I am thankful to you, and despite how tired I am from preparing for it, I am excited for the journey.’ Ivar said softly.

‘I am nervous.’ the princess confessed.

‘Why? I cannot imagine a woman as amazing as you being nervous.’ Ivar replied as he sat up.

‘You are the first man other than my father to be in my life, and he wasn’t in it long enough. I have never felt anything for a man, but I feel something for you Ivar. Something I have never felt before and sometimes it scares me, I think that I will not be a good enough wife to you.’ she confessed.

‘I know you will be a great wife, Freya will guide you to be the best wife in all of Midgard.’

‘Who is Freya?’

‘Freya is Odin’s wife, the goddess of fertility...and a few other things involved in marriage.’ Ivar explained.

‘Other things?’ the princess asked in confusion as she sat up and began removing her rings from her fingers.

Ivar watched almost in a trance as she reached behind her back began to undo the laces of her dress.

‘She is also the Goddess of things like war and death.’ he said, mouth going dry as the princess began comfortably removing her dress and skirts.

‘Does war and death naturally go along with marriage?’ (Y/N) asked as she finally removed the last of her skirts.

‘No...but she is also associated with beauty, lust...and sex.’

‘Sex? I imagine that is a large part of a healthy marriage. Just another reason to feel nervous I suppose.’ she said as she got back in the bed.

‘Sorry if my disrobing made you uncomfortable, I was becoming a bit warm. May I help you out of your clothes as well...My Love?’

‘My Love?’ Ivar asked, deciding not to answer her request to undress him.

‘My mother used to call my father her Love, when I was a girl I couldn’t wait to say that to someone, but then I began training and it took over my mind to the point that I forgot about my silly little dream.’ she said as she began tugging at Ivar’s tunic.

It seemed she had taken his silence as compliance and decided to just go ahead and undress him, and Ivar was too stunned to fight it. So he raised his arms and let her pull the material over his head.

‘I used to listen to my parents call each other all sorts of things, very rarely anything nice.’ Ivar said quietly as he began to become self conscious.

(Y/N) was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen and her naked body was a blessing to behold, and he knew she would never find such a beauty in his broken bones.

‘I noticed, I always knew that all marriages were not out of love, but all the ones I have seen normally have a bit more...respect between them. I imagine a lot of anger has been between your mother and father, I’m sure they each have reasons.’ she said as she stood in front of him

‘They have plenty of reasons, they share them quite often, I’m sure you will find out once we are officially married. They will grow tired of acting civil quite quickly once they no longer need to impress you. Pretty soon my mother will be complaining drunkenly to you while my father seethes.’ he tried to joke to mask the way he flinched when she went to remove his pants.

The princess saw his tenseness and stilled her motions.

‘I want to see them Ivar...I want to see you. I am to be your wife and you are to be my husband. You belong to me just as I belong to you, please let me see you.’ she asked.

‘You are kind...and naive. I can look at you and see that you have never felt disgust; true and complete disgust, the kind that makes you want to turn away so that when your stomach lurches you don’t have to worry about adding your sick to an already unpleasant sight. I do not want you to feel such a thing for me yet.’

‘I would never find you disgusting, you are the man who bested me in combat. What about you could be disgusting? Your strength, your character?’

‘My legs, more than once I’ve seen women look away from me in favor of my brothers.’ Ivar said.

‘I have never favored your brothers, not to say I do not like them. They are not attractive to me physically, but your spirit....I’ve never seen anything so beautiful and magnificent.’ (Y/N) said holding Ivar’s face gently in her hands.

‘You are only saying that, and I appreciate it, but I assure you once we reach Tunisia you can pick any man you like to come back with us. To satisfy your needs that I never could.’ Ivar replied sadly as he tried to turn away.

‘No man, no matter if his skin was as black as war paint and his dreadlocks flowed down his back like rain, could ever have a spirit as great as you.’ she swore, keeping her hold firm on him, making him meet her eyes.

She tried to make her sincerity pour out of her brown eyes, so that her intended could be assured that he had no reason to feel insecure. She felt no disgust toward him and she had no desire to lay with any man other than the one she was to be married to.

Ivar did not look away this time, instead he just looked at her, searching for any of the signs that she was lying. Her eyes didn’t shift, her eyebrows didn’t twitch and her face didn’t tense up...she was telling the truth.

She really didn’t find him repulsive, and that was a reality that he was almost unprepared to accept.

‘May I undress you...my Love?’ she asked again.

‘Yes.’ he said so quietly that even he barely heard it.

She unlaced his trousers, slowly so that if Ivar truly wished for her to stop he could let her know. Despite how he was gripping tightly at the furs on his bed, he did not push her hands away and easily raised his hips so that she could pull them down.

Once the pants had been removed she stood and took in the sight before her, Ivar’s legs looked truly broken...practically tortured.

‘In Tunisia we have so much gold that if we really wanted we could boast being one of the wealthiest kingdoms in all of Africa, but we don’t. In all honesty...we don’t value it at this point, obviously we know everyone else does but do you know what we truly value?’ the princess asked as she kneeled before Ivar just as she had when she proposed the Matrimonial Fight.

‘We value this.’ she said running her fingers over one of the many scars over Ivar’s right leg.

‘Scars, we cherish them. They show what a person has been through; how they have lived and how hard they have fought to keep living. Some warriors wear scars to show how many kills they have made and how many battles they have fought. I believe the Great and Many Spirits gave you the scars in advance because you are destined to see many victories.’ the princess began.

‘We bleed our people, a scar will show their loyalty and their endurance. I was born into a royal bloodline, so other than minor scrapes from training I have had no scars...until these.’

(Y/N) ran her hand over the scar where he cut her chest when she had proposed the fight, then the one on her shoulder that claimed her as his bride to be.

‘These scars were given to me by you, do you know what that means Prince Ivar of Kattegat?’

Not trusting himself to speak without his voice shaking, Ivar shook his head.

‘It means that I am fated by the Spirits to endure you, no matter what you do I will be at your side. You can not scare me away Ivar, you can’t push me into the arms of another. You are mine to endure, just as I am yours...My Love.’

If her words weren’t enough to move him to tears then her leaning down to place a kiss on the scar she had been touching certainly was.

He tried to cover his quivering lip, but he couldn’t stop his sob from escaping his mouth.

(Y/N) moved to sit on the bed and wordlessly pulled Ivar into her arms, and without hesitation he accepted the affection.

He cried into her naked chest for what felt like an eternity but had really only been about thirty minutes, not that Ivar could be blamed for this; he had fallen asleep.

The princess carefully laid back and pulled the furs over the two of them, seeing as the fire was dwindling.

As Ivar slept in her arms she thought of how she had found herself here; she had been so desperate for some peace and quiet. Between teaching Derja to so many people with different learning styles and your servants chattering about how excited they were to return home the princess needed a break.

So she devised a plan to get away; a simple plan that consisted of simply telling different people different things. Telling the servants to go to her chambers to sleep while she teaches the royal family and then telling the royals she was going to rest. Then she thought as to where she should go now that she was alone, at first she considered taking up one of the empty chambers but did not want to make unnecessary work for the slaves.

For a while she just silently moved around the long halls until she spotted Ivar’s thrall leaving a room carrying a basket of sheets. Assuming that the room was Ivar’s and the sheets had already been changed she snuck into the room while no one was in the hall.

Ivar’s room was very obviously his, and it even showed more of who he was than he probably realized.

Most of the furniture was placed very closely to the bed so that he wouldn’t have to crawl as much, unlike the other rooms where everything was spread out to fill the space. There was an almost infinite amount of scratches and dents in the wood works of the room as well as the furniture from years of Ivar throwing weapons around during his many anger spells.

The room was empty and full and beautifully scarred just like Ivar, in an odd way just being in this room put the princess’s mind at ease.

She knew that at some point Ivar would come back to his chamber and they would obviously address her being here, but she did not know that it would lead to this. Ivar sleeping in her arms, not that she minded at all.

In fact she soon joined Ivar in the land of peaceful slumber; in her dream she was chasing after a large beast through the fields of Tunisia to turn into the most magnificent fur for her husband, in his Ivar was fighting in a great battle, standing strong and whole and at his side he saw his princess fighting alongside of him.

Both of them would have been happy to stay in their dreams forever, but of course it was not meant to be.

Trya entered the room an hour before the sun was set to rise, just as she always did with her shield and a small pebble. And as usual she threw the pebble from the door toward the bed and held up the shield.

However, on this morning, there were more daggers thrown her way than normal.

Cautiously she lowered the shield to see her master was not alone in his bed, the African princess was also there.

Both royals were, as far as she could tell, undressed.

Trya...good morning.’ Ivar greeted as he sleepily stretched and yawned.

‘Good morning Prince Ivar, Princess (Y/N).’

‘Good morning, I hate to trouble you, but could you fetch my servants from my chambers and have them bring me a courtesy robe, so that I can leave you to your own morning chores.’ she requested politely as she covered herself with the furs.

‘Of course, right away your highness.’ Trya bowed before she left, leaving Ivar and the princess alone.

‘Well this will be our last day in Kattegat before we board the ship, there will be quite a feast tonight.’ Ivar said.

He had no intention of speaking on their emotional conversation last night, or the fact that they had just been in a very obviously compromising position.

‘I have been told, Leena and Kya are so excited that they get to help prepare a traditional African meal. I am more excited to go home and see my family, I’m sure they are worried, I was not meant to stay this long.’ (Y/N) said.

‘Really?’ he asked, to which the princess nodded.

‘When Sven proposed the marriage I agreed to only one week, if only to meet the man I might marry. It’s been a month, so I can’t imagine what my mother must think is keeping me here.’

‘I hope she doesn’t assume we are keeping you against your will.’ he said.

‘No one knows what the mind of a worried mother is capable of coming up with.’ the woman sighed.

The door opened and in walked the one of the Tunisian servants holding a white robe made of fine silk folded over her arm.

‘Princess, Ivar Prince.’ she greeted as best she could in Norse.

‘Prince Ivar.’ (Y/N) corrected as she got out of the bed.

This time Ivar didn’t look away, he had seen all of her last night, and it didn’t feel like he was doing anything wrong now. She had consciously let him see her full beauty last night, and she would also be his wife, there was no reason for him to feel guilty for looking at her.

However, none of that changed how breathtaking he found her to be.

The princess was dressed and politely left to get dressed for the first meal of the day, leaving Trya to dress Ivar.

As usual the room was silent as she helped him into his trousers but this morning the silence seemed pregnant.

‘You have something you wish to say Trya?’

‘No Prince Ivar...just that I am happy for you, in all my years serving you I have never seen you like this. So...happy.’ the thrall commented as she put on his boots.

Ivar thought about it and he realized that she was right. In the months since the Tunisians had arrived he had found himself generally in a good mood. He was no longer waking up to do nothing but crawl through the markets to watch the people live regular lives with working legs.

Now he had important things to do, he had a princess to make his wife and a boat to board; he had real duties.

‘Thank you Trya, I hope my good mood lasts while we are on the ship.’

Soon Ivar made his way to the high table, taking his time to look around and trying to memorize all the little things he never paid attention to.

Tomorrow would be the last day he would see these things before he boarded the ship to go to Tunisia. From how everyone has been speaking of the feast that would be held tonight, he imagined he’d be far too drunk to pay much attention then.

‘Brother.’ Ubbe greeted as Ivar crawled into his seat.

Ivar grunted tiredly in response, taking notice that (Y/N) had not yet made it to the high table.

He also realized his mother was at the table quietly eating her meal without looking up at anyone, seeming as if she had no idea her entire family was even there.

It was the first time Ivar had seen his mother since he told her that no matter what he would be going on this journey.

Aslaug hadn’t really spoken to anyone really, not even just to fight with Ragnar; which was truly odd. Her silence was clearly her way of showing her disapproval of this entire journey, and it pained Ivar not to be speaking with her.

‘Mother, will you be joining us on the journey? I made accommodations for you.’ he said.

Of course he received no reply.

‘Her mood aside it is nice to see you and the princess are already getting along so well.’ Ragnar said.

Hvitserk and Sigurd snickered as they ate their meals.

‘What are you talking about?’ the youngest asked.

‘Don’t be shy brother, you two are to be wed, no one can blame you for not being able to wait. I doubt any of us could if we were so lucky.’ Ubbe said.

‘The thralls saw the princess leaving your room in a courtesy robe, good for you brother.’ he continued.

‘It has only just happened, how do you all know already?’ Ivar asked in pure confusion.

‘Forget all that, we want to hear about it.’ Hvitserk said eagerly.

‘Quickly before she gets here.’ Sigurd urged.

‘There is nothing to tell, we just slept. She wanted a moment alone so she went into my chamber, when I came in we spoke then fell asleep.’ he explained.

‘He is being truthful.’ the princess said as she entered the Great Hall with her usual party in tow and took her place.

‘Good morning princess, may I apologize for my sons' crudeness.’ Ragnar said.

‘No need King Ragnar, the one thing that spreads faster than illness is gossip. And they, as his brothers have the right to be curious.’ she smiled politely.

The princess looked to the queen and sighed, seeing there was no point in trying to have a pleasant exchange.

‘What will you all be doing today, checking over our luggage?’ Aslaug asked, surprising everyone.

‘Our luggage?’ Ivar asked.

‘That is what I said, I guess if my entire family insists on drowning we might as well do it together. So that I can be smug when we all arrive in Valhalla.’ she said snidely.

Ragnar rolled his eyes at his wife's dramatics.

‘I see must apologize again for my family.’ he sighed.

‘And again there is no need, she has every right to be upset, in all honesty I imagine my own mother will be far worse to deal with and I will be doing a lot of apologizing in Tunisia.’ she said.

‘And there will be no need.’ Ragnar lightheartedly mocked the princess's voice.

From anyone else (Y/N) was sure she’d be offended, but something about King Ragnar was oddly charming.

‘Why don’t you all go enjoy your last day in Kattegat. Say your goodbyes.’ Ragnar suggested.

‘Yes, go through the markets and see how many gifts you will get this time princess.’ Sigurd said.

‘Ah! Speaking of gifts, I have something for Ivar, the blacksmith gave it to me for you. He said he wanted to give it to you after the fight but it wasn’t ready.’ (Y/N) said before wordlessly looking over to one of her servants.

The girl nodded and left to retrieve the gift and while they all waited for her to return they gave their guesses for what they thought the gift was.

More than likely it was probably a set of daggers or some new welding tools that he was thinking about.

At last the servant came back but she certainly wasn’t holding daggers or tools.

‘What is this?’ Ivar asked as she approached him.

‘Crutches, he said he had been working on the design for a long time, and he wanted to give it to you as an engagement present.’ the princess said as Ivar was handed his new gift.

Ivar looked over the craftsmanship and sure enough he could tell that a great deal of effort had been put into each one.

They were made of bronze, with oak wood handles that had very finely sanded as to not cause splinters and at the bottom there were sharp spikes that he assumed were meant to root into the dirt, but he also figured if he needed to he could use them as a weapon.

‘Amazing.’ he said as he inspected them.

‘Try them out Ivar.’ Aslaug smiled.

The first smile anyone has seen on her face since the Matrimonial Fight, it seemed no amount of her anger could compare to her love for Ivar.

Ivar pushed his seat away from the table before firmly planting the first crutch, making sure the spike was stabbed into the wooden floor before doing the same with the second crutch.

Once he was fairly certain that the crutches wouldn’t slide he began to pull himself up.

This was the closest to standing he had ever been in his entire life, he was obviously not at his full height but he had never stood this high before.

‘Do they feel alright Ivar?’ Ubbe asked.

‘Excellent brother.’ Ivar answered excitedly.

‘Try walking.’ Sigurd said, an underline of malice in his voice.

‘Sigurd.’ Aslaug said in warning, sending her third son a look only a mother was capable of making.

‘No, he is right, crutches are made to help men walk, not just stand around like trees.’ Ivar said, returning his brother’s look.

Ivar straightened up his position a bit more and very cautiously moved the right crutch a few inches in front of him before he used the strength of his arms to pull his top half forward; his legs dragging behind him.

He looked very focused as he did this a few more times until he seemed to get the hang of it, he stood a bit taller as he moved about the room, smiling with an almost childlike glee.

‘I take it you are pleased with this gift Ivar.’ the princess asked.

‘Of course I am, this is the first time I’ve ever seen things from this height, I didn’t even know I was this tall.’ he replied happily.

‘Still the shortest out of us.’ Hvitserk teased in good fun.

‘And you’re still the dumbest.’ Ivar returned in kind as he moved back to his seat and sat down.

‘Never mind all of this, tonight will be our last night in Kattegat before we all board the ship and sail off to Tunisia.’ Ragnar said.

The princess noticed a small, barely there, look of distaste in his eyes as he looked at the crutches at Ivar’s side.

‘It is and I would like to at last spend some time with my fiance.’ Ivar said smiling at (Y/N).

‘Why not spend the day with your beloved brothers?’ Ubbe joked.

‘I see you all too much for my liking, besides, she is better looking.’

The rest of the meal was full of joyful banter between Ivar and his brothers, every so often the princess would join in. Overall everyone, with the exception of Queen Aslaug, was in good spirits and anxiously waiting for the feast.

Eventually everyone began to go their own ways; the queen leaving wordlessly as Ubbe and Hvitserk began to speak of all the women they planned to see.

Ubbe, Hvitserk and Sigurd left to see who could bed the most women before morning, leaving Ivar, the princess and Ragnar at the table.

‘Well now that we have a bit of peace, what do you actually have planned for today?’ the king asked.

‘I want to take her to meet Floki, it has already been too long since I’ve seen him. Between my engagement and his preparing to set sail with Bjorn we haven’t had the time to visit.’ Ivar answered as he grabbed his crutches and pulled himself up.

Again (Y/N) noticed a look of distaste come over Ragnar’s face as he looked at Ivar stabling himself; and again she decided not to say anything.

‘Come Princess, let us start our last Viking outing.’ the prince invited.

(Y/N) stood and her servants bid her farewell before heading to the kitchens to prepare tonight’s feasts, and Bintu went to follow behind her princess when she was stopped.

‘Bintu, it is our last day in this country before we return home, don’t you want to spend it doing something you enjoy?’ the princess asked.

‘I enjoy keeping you safe.’

‘I can think of another person you’d rather spend your time with.’

Bintu was visibly flustered as she looked around for a second to see if anyone else had heard (Y/N)’s teases.

‘Hush now, there is nothing else for me to do...with anyone.’ she said quickly, hoping no one would be able to translate it fully.

‘Then go on and enjoy a day of peace alone, see what else this country has to enjoy...I want you to have fun today.’

Bintu looked ready to argue some more but her princess would not let her.

‘I’m just going to keep teasing until you go, and you know it.’

‘All these years later and you still exhaust me just as you did as a child.’ she sighed in defeat as she left.

‘What did you say to her?’ Ivar asked.

‘Nothing she wasn’t hoping I’d say; trust me she will be enjoying her day with a mutual friend of ours.’ (Y/N) smiled.

‘Sven.’ Ivar and Ragnar grinned.

It was true that despite Bintu’s determination to keep her activities with the old man a secret Sven was proudly boasting their affairs to anyone who would listen.

‘Go on now you two, I will busy myself elsewhere. Ivar, be sure to send Floki and Helga my love.’ Ragnar said.

Finally Ivar and (Y/N) made their way out onto the markets and they were met with an almost immediate silence.

It would seem everyone was in shock to see Ivar’s face without having to lower their heads.

‘Come this way, to the stables.’ Ivar said, trying to ignore all the attention on him as he led the princess through the separating crowd.

‘Why must we go there?’

‘Floki doesn’t live in Kattegat, even if my legs worked it would still take days to get there on foot.’

‘Is your friend a recluse?’

‘Of course not, he is just…’ Ivar paused to find a word to describe the man that helped raise him.

‘He is just Floki, there is really no other way to describe that old man. He prefers to be in the company of the Gods over other humans, you will know when you meet him and meeting him is something no one ever forgets.’ he settles.

The princess hummed in response.

‘I believe I have heard of the name Floki...is he a man of power?’

‘Floki seeks no point in power, he feels he hasn’t the mind for it. In his eyes the Gods made him to follow; to follow their will and the men they favored.’

‘If not a man of power who is he? Who is he to your people and to you.’

Ivar laughed as the two of them reached the stable and he gave a boy direction to set up a cart to carry them to Floki’s estate.

‘Floki helped to raise me...whenever my parents fought which as you’ve seen to be often, mother would take me to Floki because she didn’t want me to be as my father.’

‘Why? King Ragnar seems to be a very good man.’

‘He is; the greatest and most famous man in our country, but he is not a conventional Viking. He has questioned and even denied his own belief in the Gods, befriended and protected Christians. Even now under his tunic he bears the cross of a Priest named Athelstan, the first Chritian he’d ever spoken to.’ Ivar explained.

The princess took a minute to process this information as she and Ivar were helped into the cart.

‘This tells me who he is to you, but it doesn’t tell me who this man is to your people.’

‘Floki is our boat builder, his ship took Ragnar to England for the very first time, every man who calls himself a builder has consulted with Floki. His craftsmanship is only second to the dwarves. The Gods gave him the ability to pick the best trees and the foresight to know exactly how to build a boat that could cut through water like a knife though fresh bread.’ he answered.

‘So he is the man who created those ships, I must say I’m excited to meet him. My people… we see many visitors and wanderers; and a great many just jump on ships to far away places, but we have no way to travel independently. The boats we will receive in this alliance could change our way of living.’ (Y/N) said.

‘And the gold we will receive from your country will help us fund raids and wars that have long been fated.’

As they spoke the cart carried them out of Kattegat and the princess looked at this new scenery in wonder. There were so many trees here, and the earth was so moist compared to the almost desert-like village she lived in.

‘I wish we had known about the abundance of trees you had here, I imagine we will be trading some of our gold for wood.’ she said absentmindedly.

‘Do you not have trees in your country?’ Ivar asked in mild disbelief.

‘Of course we do, just not many, not enough to build anything.’

At last the cart stopped and the thrall helped them get off safely, making sure not to be too rough while sitting down the most feared prince in all of Kattegat.

‘Thank you for delivering us safely, take this as a token of my grace. Please be sure that the horse is rested while we visit.’ the princess said as she handed the thrall a golden ring from her finger.

‘Princess I can not possibly-’

‘Take it, you won’t find too many charitable royals boy.’

With swift reflexes Princess (Y/N) threw her dagger at the sudden voice that came from behind her.

The dagger landed at the feet of an old man; he stood more than six foot but was lightly leaning against an even taller walking stick. his eyes were lined with charcoal and his bald had was covered in faded tattoos.

His very presence made the princess feel as if she, a royal princess of a rich kingdom, was no more than a child hiding behind the huts of Tunisia once more.

‘Whew! I see this one does not take kindly to surprises.’ the man chuckled madly.

‘You can't fault her for defending herself, you are quite a horrid sight to a young woman.’ Ivar said with a glare.

‘That may be true, how many daggers has she thrown at your crippled arse?’ the old man snapped back in response.

(Y/N)’s eyes were nearly out of her head, she had never heard Ivar speak so rudely to anyone, nor had anyone ever been so disrespectful to a royal in her presence.

Before she could voice her dissatisfaction Ivar and the old man began to laugh wildly.

The old man threw aside his stick and moved towards Ivar and wrapped his arms around him.

‘Floki!’ Ivar said cheerfully.

‘Ivar the Boneless.’ the man smiled as he let go of the prince.

‘I want you to meet someone very special, Floki; this is (Y/N) Princess of Tunisia. She is to be my wife.’ Ivar said proudly.

‘I know who she is, some gossip of Kattegat can still reach this old boat builder’s ears. I hear she gave you one hel of fight.’ Floki said.

‘She did, but I would be disappointed if she hadn’t, I wanted her to meet you before we depart for Africa.’

‘I’m glad for it Ivar, let me get a better look at her.’

The old man placed his hands on her shoulders and held her in place and just looked down at her.

Floki really was a very tall man, even though she could tell he was slouching and not at full height he was still stood almost a head over her.

His eyes were lined thickly with coal, but nothing could hide the age on the man’s face, it was obvious to the princess that this man had lived a hard life and known much loss and great sadness.

‘I can see she has the same sight as me… she is reading me just as I’m reading her. What do you see princesses?’ he asked.

‘I see that you wear coal on your eyes to hide the sadness in them, your scalp is tattooed, something that I’m sure pained you, but it was far from your truest pain. You are old, and a great many heartbreaks can be gained in a long life lived hard.’ she answered.

Floki smiled and closed his eyes as he let out a sigh.

‘What do you see in me, Floki?’ the princess asked in return.

‘I see that you have been raised to keep face in front of people, but you are more than a princess; you thirst for blood. You want to fight on the battlefield for glory, but you have never seen it. You are naive to how horrid it is and you know it...but still you want it.’ Floki guessed.

She was shocked to have what she considered to be her deepest desire exposed by a stranger.

‘I do, but if the spirits are kind to my people I will never see the reality of war.’ she said once she regained her composure.

‘She will either be the best thing that happened to you Ivar, or she will be the end of everything. Only time will tell which one.’ he said gravely as he looked between the young royals.

A pregnant silence filled the atmosphere and for a moment neither Ivar or (Y/N) knew what to say, thankfully Floki laughed.

‘Come on, Helga is going to want to send you off to another country ten pounds heavier.’ the man said as he dragged Ivar off toward the small house.

(Y/N) picked up Ivar’s crutches and Floki’s walking stick before she followed behind the two Norsemen and thought to herself that Ivar was right.

She would never forget meeting this man.

#the alliance #vikings imagine #ivar the boneless #ivar x reader #Ubbe Lothbrok #hvitserk lothbrok #sigurd snake in the eye #aslaug #Ragnar Lothbrok #floki the boat builder #vikings

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I Hate You, Park Jimin!

Chapter 17

Words Count: 5.9k ripppp

TW: SMUT

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And so the next day, after spending the afternoon to evening studying- or more like me trying to stop each of Jimin’s advances because I was trying to show how salty I was at him for leaving me wanton but of course he’d been oblivious- at his place, we were inside the car, Jimin driving towards a restaurant where he said we’d meet the boys and have dinner together. He said it’s a restaurant they frequented too.

I kept on fidgeting with my black skirt that covered just right above my knee, feeling more and more anxious as we neared the place.

“We’re here.” He said.

Jimin pulled up outside an expensive looking building as he eased the car into a parking lot filled with luxury cars. His sleek Audi can certainly fit right in. Ah- shit of course the restaurant they frequented had to be an expensive one.

I gulped and looked down at my outfit. If I’d known that he’d take me to a fancy restaurant like this, I’d certainly would’ve dressed better- although I doubt I have something much better in my closet- or at least put some more effort in my makeup over my pale face.

Jimin pulled my door opened and I gasped.

“Come on.” He said, hands held out. I sighed. He had dressed impeccably in his button down pastel blue shirt, slightly unbuttoned at the top and black slacks. He’d dressed formally but still looked casual enough without blazers or expensive coat over it. His sleeves were folded to the elbow and I had been drooling ever since he put it on just now.

“Don’t you think it’s a bit too fast to be meeting them now?”

He rolled his eyes at me.

I put on a whiny expression, trying to persuade him.

“Come out now before I pull you over my shoulders.” He warned.

“You wouldn’t.” I snorted.

“Oh really?” He gave me the are-you-challenging-me look.

Goddamn it Park Jimin. I climbed out of his car almost reluctantly. His hands laced mine immediately.

“God- it’s so hard to get you moving today.” He said, chuckling as he led me inside.

Because I’m dreading this meeting! This morning I had woken up so early trying to calm my nerves as well as trying to decide on my outfit. Jimin had arrived to pick me up before we went studying at his place. It took me so long to get ready and he was getting exasperated.

“I’m sure you look just fine Hana!” He yelled in exasperation outside my bedroom door.

“But-“

“I swear you only have 2 seconds before I drag you from in there-“

“Okay, okay fine!” I yelled back before he could barge in and definitely not before he breaks my bedroom door.

“Do you have reservations, Sir?” The seemingly too friendly waitress asked. She smiled all too sweetly at Jimin but didn’t even spare a mere glance at me. Hey- I’m right here!

“Yes, Park Jimin. I’m a regular here.” He added the last part in a condescending tone and the girl got flustered while saying sorry. Is it bad that I smiled at that? He then untangled his hands from mine. My heart clenched- was he trying to show that he’s single or-

Shit. I was wrong. He untangled our hands but then proceeded to place firm arm around my waist and pulled me closer. The waitress had to acknowledge my presence because my cheeks were almost bunched up against his shoulder. She nodded at me.

Shit. Why do I always think of the worst of Jimin? Because that’s what you always do, my mind answered and I decided to ignore.

“This way, sir.” She led us inside and I was stunned by the interior of the fine dining restaurant. The atmosphere was quiet, formal with soft music playing in the background as we walk past a number of tables. Where are we heading? There’s plenty of empty tables here.

“This way, Sir. Your company has all arrived.” She nodded politely at Jimin and me as she held the door open. Hm- at least she’s professional on her job.

“Come.” Jimin asked for my hands and I gratefully took it, gripping it a tad bit too firmly.

He just smiled at me in amusement as he led me inside.

The room immediately erupted into a loud noise as soon as we entered.

“Hey!”

“There’s the lovebirds!”

“Finally, I’m starving.”

Of course, they’d had a private room to themselves and I momentarily wondered if the room’s soundproof because their voices were definitely octaves higher than allowed here.

I finally get to have a good look at all five of them after Jimin gestured me to sit between him and the incredibly good-looking Jin although he was a good space apart from me.

“Hey Hana- you know me right?” Namjoon waved at me from across the round table. His dimpled smile forming and I wanted to hide right away. I may like Jimin but he’d been my senior crush since forever.

“Hyung- careful. She has a crush on you.” Jimin said casually and my eyes widened. My hands went to pinch his thigh underneath the table.

“Oh- really?”

“I- I respect you a lot.” I smiled awkwardly at him through gritted teeth, Jimin mumbling an ouch beside me.

“Wah.. it’s an honor.” He said and once again flashed his perfectly aligned teeth in a genuine smile.

“I’m Jin.” The one beside me held out his hand and flashed a gentle smile. Dang- thousands would melt at that immediately. I shook his hand in full nervousness.

“Yoongi.” The one beside Jin said, which sounded more like a grunt to me. I flashed an awkward smile, his gaze only meeting me briefly. Does he hate me? Perhaps I should-

“Hey Hana~ Heard a lot about you! I’m Hoseok.” He was smiling so wide I can’t help but to grin back at him. Suuuuper different than Yoongi sunbae.

“Hi. I’m Taehyung.” The one beside Jimin said with a voice so low I almost choked on air. I’d known him for years and yet I was still mesmerized by his beauty and... his voice.

“We’d been pestering Jimin so much about meeting you. Ah~ I’m finally seeing the sister-in-law..” Hoseok threw his hands out in a satisfied manner. I felt my cheeks reddening in embarassment. Can this get anymore embarassing? Six god-tier looking handsome guys putting all their attention at me? Except for Yoongi sunbae I guess because he was looking at everyone else except me.

“You don’t know how much Jimin had been losing sleep when you ignored him.” Namjoon grinned.

Wh- what? My face turned to my side instantly. Jimin looked ashen.

“Ah~ it was a good time though. Someone needs to teach the boy about patience.” Jin spoke up.

“Oh God are you guys ganging up on me?” Jimin finally spoke and everyone else laughed. I did too. Who knew he’d be such a softie? The bad boy, Park Jimin.. I tried to stifle a smile.

“You’re laughing at me?”

I froze.

I didn’t realize Jimin had leaned down so close to my ears and the way he whispered those words sent tingles down my body.

I slowly shook my head and gulped.

“Good. Don’t try be naughty, babygirl.. or you’ll regret it,” he whispered again and I almost choked on my drink. He backed away and when I looked up at him, he had continued chatting casually with Taehyung beside him. God- I swear-

“So, Hana, how’s the preparation for the Olympiad?” Namjoon from across the table asked, immediately stopping me from cursing Jimin mentally.

“Um- it’s okay, I hope. I’d just been doing previous sets although I’m still not sure whether it’d be enough.” I smiled at him.

He nodded. “I think that would do. The questions doesn’t usually stray from the past year patterns. Sure, there’d be elements of surprise but I think your brain can handle it.” He winked at me and I flushed.

“Yah~ I really can’t join these geniuses’ conversation. Yoongi hyung why don’t you say something? Isn’t it about time you show some of your random knowledge?” Hoseok said.

Yoongi just threw him a look and I just smiled at their antics. I’d come to know that Yoongi sunbae was just like that, it wasn’t that he wasn’t friendly or something. Perhaps he just preferred to observe.

The main courses had arrived and everyone was savouring their meals while launching into conversations of their own. To be honest, I had no idea what my meal was. Jimin ordered them all, obviously. Although Jin was kind enough to tell me what my meal was- which now I know was lamb salad with fregola- and even kindly explained the capers, the arugula and all sorts of other ingredients in it. I learned that Jin likes cooking because he enjoys eating.

I was worried coming here because I thought I would be out of place but everyone else seemed very pleasant to me while Jimin seemed so engrossed talking to Taehyung. I looked at him briefly and I’ve no idea how he knew that I was staring but he turned his head towards me immediately. My eyes widened when I felt his hand went towards my thigh and shivers ran down my spine as he lightly squeezed my thigh before continuing his conversation with Taehyung. After a while, my body relaxed and Jimin maintained his palm flat over my thigh, the action seemingly harmless.

I enjoyed listening to Namjoon talking- he seemed unable to carry out the conversation without turning philosophical every once in a while and Yoongi would then just shoot him down with his realistical thought. Their friendsip was so adorable and in all the time I just smiled fondly at them.

I was almost through with my meal and deeply engrossed with my conversation with Namjoon and Yoongi chirping in sometimes about the Economics (it’s not boring people!) when I almost choked on my food as I felt Jimin’s hand had moved lower towards the hem of my skirt before his fingers lightly trailing higher and slowly hitched my skirt up.

“Are you okay?” Namjoon asked immediately and I glanced at Jin who’s face etched with worry.

I frantically nodded. “Yeah- yea I’m fine.” I quickly reached for my drinks and chugged them down vigorously. Thank Heavens they didn’t think much of it and Namjoon and Jin continued with their conversation.

Jimin’s hands moved again and this time his hand was successfully placed between my thigh, dangerously close to my core before he pulled my leg extremely slowly to spread them apart. My eyes went wide and I immediately looked at him, trying to figure out what he was trying to do. But Jimin wasn’t looking at me at all. He seemed deeply engrossed in his conversation with Taehyung, his face maintaining the poker expression.

My left hand immediately went under the table to stop him from spreading my legs further apart but to no avail. He simply pushed my hand away. My eyes blew further- is he trying to touch me in this public place while his friends are all present? If he is, I am deeply fucked.

I pulled my hand back up because I need both my hands to continue eating. But honestly- I don’t think I have any appetite anymore - not when I felt myself getting aroused but also fuming with anger at Jimin. How dare he does this when this is my first meeting with the boys?

I swallowed thickly when I felt Jimin’s hand continuing his ministrations- his fingers slowly danced along my exposed thigh and then languidly moved inside my thigh, tracing dangerously high towards my clothed core. When his fingers lightly grazed my core, I choked again over my lamb. This alarmed the boys and I panicked.

“Hana are you really okay? You look pale.” Hoseok said.

I struggled to swallow my food before frantically nodding. “Sorry- it just went down the wrong way. I’m-“ I drew a breath, trying to steady my now heavy breathing, “I’m just not used to these kind of fancy food you see.” I said weakly, attempting to smile in the meantime.

They bought it- thank God. Jin just smiled kindly at me. “Don’t worry about it Hana. It’s just food.” He reassured me. Oh- only if he knew.

I suddenly felt hot breath near my ear and my body stilled.

“Keep still baby, and you’ll be fine.” He whispered so low to me in an act disguised as kissing above my ear and I shuddered. As he did so, my gaze went towards Taehyung who was watching me intently and I could’ve sworn his lips had tugged slightly at the corner as if to smirk but it was so brief making me unsure of myself. “You okay?” Jimin asked, this time loud enough for people to hear.

I swallowed before nodding my head and he seemed casual enough but I could see amusement dancing in his eyes. I glanced at Taehyung but he was no longer watching me. Instead, he had now turned towards Namjoon and Jimin joined their discussion.

Hoseok was now talking about this one girl in his year who kept being hostile towards him when he did nothing to berate her.

“Like- the lecturer asked me to gather all the assignments and she suddenly told me she didn’t need me and she’d submit it herself? What did I do?” He complained.

I tried so hard to ignore the fingers that had now firmly placed itself on top of my heated core, shifting uncomfortably in my seat as I tried to focus on the conversation but how could I when Jimin was relentlessly torturing me down there?

My breath grew heavier when Jimin slyly pull my underwear aside, exposing my sex to the cold air and I struggled to fight my body from trembling. I felt goosebumps trickling all over my arms. By the time Jimin’s knuckles grazed over my core, I was sure I was already a hot mess down there.

I looked at Jimin and even though he appeared nonchalant, it wasn’t a mistake spotting his lips tugging up slightly into a smirk when the tip of his fingers were immediately soaked with wetness from my core. Fuck- he knew what he does to me.

I gripped my spoon more tightly- oh fuck- I barely managed to stop the words from slipping out when his fingers ran up and down over my entrance. His lazy movement was torturous and I almost pressed my legs together, desperate for friction when I unintentionally lurched forward as Jimin slipped his two fingers inside me.

Fuck, fuck, fuck-

He wasted no time pushing further, circling inside and I swallowed hard before biting my lips to contain my moans.

I glanced at Jimin who sure remained impassive as he gloriously finger fucked me in this public place, a fucking restaurant, around his fucking friends.

God- if anyone happened to drop something on the floor and bend down to pick it up- we’d get caught instantly and it’s an image I don’t want to picture.

His fingers slowly traced deeper, towards my hilt and I struggled to maintain a straight face when his fingers slowly started to fall into a pace, thrusting dirtily in and out of me. I bit my lip a tad bit too hard, trying to remain sane because honestly- I was a mess, my brain’s all fuzzy I could no longer focus on the conversations at all, my core was dripping wet.

Jimin’s fingers delved deeper and I could feel my orgasm slowly building inside my stomach and eventhough his face remained stoic, I knew he was aware that I was almost at my limit because my walls were pulsating around him as I spread my legs further, briefly thankful that Jin sat further away, and bucked my hips towards his fingers more when I noticed now that his jaw was slightly clenched as if he had a hard time controlling himself too.

I grew even more aroused at his sight. So he wanted to play.. yet he could barely constrain himself. I smiled thinking of a revenge plan.

But right now- I gotta chase my orgasm that I knew would come so soon considering how Jimin was thrusting into me without mercy.

Fuck- fuck oh Lord- I thought and immediately my walls tensed around Jimin’s fingers and I closed my eyes, riding through my fucking good orgasm I no longer cared if anyone’s watching.

When I opened my eyes, Jimin was staring at me, his eyes glinting with devil and amusement. He slipped his fingers out and carefully fixed my panties and skirt back to its original position. I took a deep breath trying to calm myself down before crossing my legs (to prevent further not-so-unfortunate events) and smiled at Namjoon before chirping into the conversation.

Our plates for main course was cleared and desserts arrived soon. I smirked down at my creme brulee and picked up my small spoon. Good- I only need one hand.

“Oh, Professor Lee told us that we would be covering questions on algebra next week right, Namjoon sunbae?” I asked sweetly, happy to finally found my voice.

And then, slowly, my hand went towards Jimin’s thigh. He froze immediately when I didn’t stop and continue to stroke his inner thigh, dangerously close to his crotch while keeping a straight face. His face turned to me in a speed of lighting but my gaze remained towards Hoseok who was talking now.

Out of the peripheral of my eyes, I spotted him gulping hard when finally, finally my hands grazed his cock. I was surprised it was already hard- not even semi hard but then again he’d finger fucked me so good of course he would be affected by it too. I was simply amazed he could control himself when he was this hard.

Jimin let out a small gasp but managed to cover it as cough when I cupped him underneath the table. Slowly and languidly, I stroked his length up and down. I pressed my legs together when I felt myself getting aroused as well. Damn it- this plan is gonna backfire. I never wanted so hard to just get on my knees and suck the life out of his cock that must be throbbing in pain right now- asking to be released.

I gripped his length hard and his jaw clenched harder when I started to stroke him faster. God- I wanted to pull it out of his pants but I was scared to get caught.

I scanned around to see if anyone’s actually caught up to our dirty acts but no one is looking at us. It also seemed as though they were really taking their time to savour their dessert- mostly chatting through it and I had a feeling that they won’t be finishing soon so I had plenty of time.

Oh screw it.

I glanced at Jimin briefly, my movement stopped and his head turned towards me too. His expression slightly tensed and enquiring as if trying to gauge my intention. I smirked briefly before turning towards Jin beside me who had been sharing his exclusive recipes that he himself invented.

Jimin relaxed slightly beside me, but not before he tensed again as my fingers moved towards his zipper. Slowly, I undo his zipper and this made Jimin catch his breath. I tried not to smile satisfactorily. Then I grabbed the hem of what I was quite sure to be his Calvin Klein boxers and swiftly pulled it down, letting his erection out under the cloth-covered table. He hissed slightly from the exposure but immediately shut his mouth tight, jaw tight when my fingers clasped around his erection bare. He was hard- hard as fuck but I need to lubricate him. I struggled to think of how. And then I pulled my hand up and Jimin just stared at me as I casually sipped my drink. Obviously he thought I was gonna stop there. And then I brought my left hand to my mouth, posing as if I was wiping my mouth clean but in actual fact, I was licking the palm of my hand and carefully let my spit out without anyone noticing. God- I feel so dirty but I was so determined to win Jimin over his game. I could sense Jimin’s eyes blown wide beside me because if he was watching me- he’d know what I was doing.

And when I ran my hands - my wet hands - up and down his erection, he swore under his breath. Soon, I picked up my pace, palming him fast and then slow and then going so low towards his balls he had to shift uncomfortably in his seat as his legs spread open for me.

And then Jimin accidentally let out an audible gasp and everyone turned to look at him. Others had worried over their face- except Taehyung I guess? Because I think he was eyeing me instead of Jimin. Fuck- am I caught? Did I take it too far?

“Jimin, you’re pale, you okay dude?” Namjoon asked.

Jimin suddenly cleared his throat. “Yeah- I don’t really feel so well today, feeling slightly cold I guess. I think we might just head home earlier.” He said.

W-what? My hand was still on his cock. He swiftly took my hand away from his cock and within seconds his zippers was done again before I could even process anything.

“Oh really?” Hoseok asked, frowning in worry.

“Then that’s not good. Go home early. We’ll head back with you too. We’re almost done too right?” Namjoon looked at the others.

“No hyung, it’s okay. Let Taehyung finish his desserts. We’ll head out first.” Jimin stood up and looked down at me before lightly tugging my arms. Confused, my brows furrowed but still stood up with him.

“Ah, okay then.” Namjoon said.

“It was real nice meeting everyone.” I said and smiled fondly at all of them.

They all replied the same thing and flashed a grin at Namjoon who told me to study hard. I blushed when Taehyung said not to keep Jimin in his apartment too much to which Jimin rolled his eyes at. I nodded politely at them and they did the same, shouting goodbyes as we head out of the room.

Jimin looked at me with an expression too gentle for someone who had blue balls as he waited for me out before placing an arm around my waist and led me out of the restaurant after stopping briefly at the counter and asking them to put the meals on his tab.

As soon as we were out, I welcomed the fresh air that hit me but immediately shivered from the cold air. I thought we were heading straight to the car but Jimin just laced his fingers with mine before tugging me with slight urgency towards an empty corner not far from the parking lot.

“Jimin- where-“ I was cut off because he has pushed me towards an empty wall and his lips was on mine within seconds.

Always- and I think I will forever be- so drunk in his kisses. His lips molded into mine so perfectly, that sweet familiar scent invading my mouth so forcefully but none that I wish hadn’t. I love his kisses- a lot- his kisses are possesive, urgent, sensual, protective yet calming and soothing all at the same time.

My hands immediately flew around his neck, while his held me firmly at the back of my neck.

“Had fun teasing me?” His voice low and raspy, laced with threat. I shuddered- from the cold and from his words.

Desire spread like wildfire inside me when he placed his thigh against my core and I moaned into his mouth.

“Jimin-“ I whimpered, barely audible. “God, Jimin- I want you- I want you so bad,” I whispered.

He cursed before letting me go, both of us completely breathless and already panting hard from the intense makeout. His eyes dark, half-lidded with lust and intensity.

“I swear you’re the death of me, Hana.” He murmered before giving me a soft chaste kiss at the edge of my lips then pulling back to thread his fingers with mine. “Come. Let’s get out of here and into a bed.” He smirked and I blushed wildly knowing it’s impossible to deny the heat that radiated throughout me from his words.

Even then he gently tugged me towards his car because I was wearing high heels and flashed me sweet knowing smiles and I wonder if I can blush even harder. He’s so.. irresistible.

The heat of the car calmed me instantly although not the burning desire inside my stomach.

“Fuck the Lord I’m hard as fuck now,” he growled as the car roared to life. He glanced at me briefly, smirking slightly. “Damn Hana, things you do to me.” He murmured and then proceeded to floor the gas, cutting through other cars, maneuvering swiftly between lanes.

I had no idea what went through me but suddenly I moved to tug the strings on top of my blouse, slowly letting it fall apart and revealing my perfect cleavage.

“Baby...” he said through gritted teeth, warning me. He wasn’t even looking at me! How the hell does he know?

He always knows.

“What?” I asked a little too innocently. “I’m just feeling a little too hot.” I said and sensually (I hoped) spread my legs, hitching my skirt up a little. I was too far gone in my arousal. We were closing in to his apartment since I could recognise the familiar streets. Gulping when he glanced at me briefly, he stepped further on his gas and soon the car made a turn towards his apartment area.

“You’re driving me insane Hana.”

“I like driving you insane.” I blurted out without thinking.

“Fuck.” He swore harshly and turned hard into the parking lot. It was dark in the basement parking lot but not completely as I could still see his face through the illuminating light from the moon and the distant lighting of the parking lot.

Jimin shut his engine down but before he could climb out of the car I held his wrist and immediately moved to kiss him on the lips, my hands frantically touching him literally everywhere. I was breathless and a total hot mess.

“Hana- baby-“ he struggled to say because I wouldn’t let his lips free.

“Mhm-“ I hummed to answer but came out more like a moan. My hands immediately went to his fly and swiftly unzip his pants.

“Hana-“ he called again, breathless from our sloppy make out session but apprehensive too. “Baby we’re in the parking lot-“

“I know-“ I couldn’t care less anymore. I wanted him now. I pulled away from his kiss and before he could say anything I bent down and immediately put him inside my mouth.

“Fuck!” He groaned out loud.

This was actually my first time doing this for him and I knew it wasn’t the best and most romantic place ever but honestly- I don’t care anymore. I was too far gone, lusting over Jimin. I tried to do as much as how Ah Young taught me (she explicitly gave me a free lesson going something about hacks to make your man stays) but I didn’t know whether I’m doing it right at all.

“Oh fuck Hana- shit shit-“ he growled even louder as my tongue swirled deliciously around his length.

“God- you’re so good-“ he whispered breathlessly. One of his hand went to stroke my hair lightly while the other went to reach my ass that was high up in the air, and pulled my skirt up exposing my ass bare. “Fuck- you’re so gorgeous baby.”

His fingers played with my underwear and then then pulled them swiftly to my knees. I feel so bare and so aroused both at the same time. The tingling sensation heightening each time.

He then moved his seat backward and truthfully my knees was starting to hurt from kneeling on the seat but Jimin moved enough to give me space so I moved to kneel infront of him, cock still fully stuffed in my mouth.

He swore as he stared down at me. “I can just cum from seeing you kneeling in front of me like this, sucking the hell out of me.”

I looked up at him and I remembered Ah Young saying to look at him sensually and I tried to do so. As I swirl my tongue around him, taking him deeper, I looked at him expectantly and a plethora of curse escaped his mouth. His hand went to grab a handful of my hair and guided me to bop my head up and down his erection. I feel so powerful watching him coming undone, moaning loudly as I tasted him.

“Shit Hana, you’re so good at this damn it.” He said, a little frantically and all heavy breathe. “Come up baby.” He ordered and I complied immediately because my pussy was throbbing to be filled with him too.

He pulled me up and placed his hand on my waist gently as I straddled him. I stared at him, full of love and lust as he aligned himself to my entrance and then slowly, I sank down onto him and we both gasped.

“Oh, God-“ I shuddered from the pleasure. I felt so full when he filled me entirely and Jimin cursed as his head sank towards my shoulders. “Ah- you feel so good in me Jimin-“ I breathed.

Then I started to rock my hips up and down his length, placing my hands on his chest for support.

Jimin played with my blouse and cupped my breast that had been hardening beneath my blouse, groping them tight, earning a whimper from me.

“Ahh fuck- you’re so fucking hot-“ he said as he continued his ministrations on my breasts. Now wet with beads of sweat, he tugged my blouse and I quickly pulled my hands up to slide my blouse off me. He wasted no time tugging my bra down, attacking with his lips and earning a series of moans from me.

Right now anyone could be pulling up into the parking lot and see us but I really don’t care because the only thing I can focus right now is how good his cock felt inside me. The thrill of possibility of getting caught and the adrenaline rush made this so much hotter. My head kept lolling back every now and then, feeling overwhelmed with the way he filled me entirely, hitting all my walls and I started to pick up the pace and rode him faster.

Jimin’s hands went to my waist. “Fuck Hana- ugh you look so fucking good God damn, I love it when you fucking ride me baby, fuck the view is fucking amazing-“

“You’re so sweary-“ I chuckled while continuing my grinding.

He managed a smile before leaning in to kiss me deeply. “Because you fucking made me an animal,” he said staring lustfully at my flushed form, tits bouncing wildly as I grinded my waist in and out of his cock. I bit my lips from the overwhelming pleasure.

“Jesus look at your tits fuck baby-“ he panted and his hands flew to wrap around me before he started thrusting into me, taking over with fast, hard pace. The dirty sound of our skin lapping filled the car and I moaned harder. “I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum-“

I was almost at my limit too. I hugged Jimin tighter, crying out his name as I chased my orgasm. “Jimin- ah Jimin ahh ahh-“

“Yes baby, fucking scream my name-“ He growled and thrusted deeper and faster, hitting me at all the right spots.

“I’m coming, Jimin- ah-“ I said, barely audible as my vision goes blurry, my walls clenching tightly against Jimin’s cock and my grip against his shoulders tightened too.

“Fuck me too baby-“ he said, completely breathless and he pulled out of me, cumming all over my pussy and my stomach. I collapsed into him and he did too, his head buried into my shoulder as we both tried to catch our breath.

“That was...” I croaked, damn- sex till you lost your voice- wild, Kim Hana.

“Insane.” He finished for me while mumbling against my shoulder. I hummed in response.

As soon as we both calmed down, he backed away slightly to grab some tissues from the dashboard and wiped me off his cum. After I was fully dressed again, I came off off him and went back to my seat while he readjusted his seat.

I just stared at his post-fucked out form, his face glowed, cheeks tinged with redness, lips swollen from intense kissing and a messy hair. Even so he looked so hot with his button down shirt slightly unbuttoned at the top.

“Didn’t know you were into public sex.” He said casually, winking at me.

I flushed crimson. Oh my god- did that really just happen? And I’m the one who initiated it? I cupped my own heated cheeks and I could hear him chuckling. Biting my lips, I looked up at him. “Do you.. um.. still need me to follow you upstairs?”

“Why?”

“I’m.. mm.. I’m worried that if I stay..” I trailed off, too embarassed to continue.

He looked at me questioningly, clearly waiting for me to finish.

Oh screw it. “I’m afraid that I won’t get any sleep.” I said it so quickly, as if that would reduce the embarassment.

To my surprise, he laughed.

I went redder.

“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to..”

“I know.. but sometimes.. I find it hard to listen to my brain when my body wants something else.” I muttered under my breath.

Jimin obviously heard me. “Fuck. I honestly have no idea how I’m going to control myself around you.”

“Then don’t.” I whispered softly.

His eyes widened. “Shit- Hana, if you continue to say stuffs like that, I won’t have even an ounce of self control left inside me before I fuck your brains out you won’t be able to walk for a week.”

O-oh. I gulped.

Then he leaned towards me and I pressed myself to the backseat, gone was insatiable Hana, back to the one who goes a complete mess in the near proximity of Park Jimin. “You have no idea what you do to me,” he whispered then kissed me gently.

“So.. um.. do you want to send me home?” I asked.

He shook his head. “Stay the night with me?”

It’s probably a bad idea. But I nodded nevertheless. Because Jimin melt my whole system all the time and that included my brain and thus my thinking ability went out the window.

But that night Jimin stayed true to his words. He let me shower alone in peace, prepared his huge T for me to wear after I showered and as soon as he wrapped his arms around me, I drifted to sleep, too worn out and exhausted for any further physical activities.

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strawberries-n-sugar · 4 years

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Sound Waves pt 2

Summary: Tom accidentally overheard something he shouldn't have from your room only for things to become more awkward the next day

Part1

Author: I have decided to make this a plus size reader, I am not plus sized so please don’t be upset with me, I’m not sure if I want Tom and reader to be a couple or not, let me know if you ship it.You guys didn’t ask but I thought you may be interested, thankyou for your feedback <3 @tomsfish @sherlockfan4life

“Tom, Tom wait up!” Someone calls out to Tom as he is wrapping up for the day and coming down the hall towards his room. “Yes?” Tom answers the unfamiliar voice.

“Hold up,” the owner jogs up to him, “Have you seen Y/N?” “I saw her earlier today at breakfast, pardon me but, do i know you?” This boy was obviously no older than 17, “How do you know Y/N?”

“She’s my mom, I’m Logan,” he offers Tom a handshake and Tom accepts after picking up his chin from the floor. “Yes, of course, you look just like your mother much taller though”

“I get that a lot, can you help me find her?”

“Yes, you may want to suggest to your mother to hang something-how old are you, Logan?” “16, I just got my license so I drove over. Check it,” he flashes his new license card with pride.

“Congratulations,” Tom chuckles. “Tell mom what?”

Tom considers for a moment if saying it would be appropriate or not, “tell her that she may want to put something on the door handle, she will understand,” Tom smiles, “I’m concerned for her privacy. Tom turned to walk faster ahead, that was safe to say, right?

“I understand that too, what happened?” Logan asks curiously and catches up to him. “Did you walk in on something?”

“No, no, I didn’t walk in on anything”

“So you were eavesdropping?”

“No. I simply overheard what I believe was meant to be a moment of privacy for your mother, that is all. I won’t say anything else. I respect your mum and it wasn’t for me to hear,” Tom made clear as they walked around looking for you.

“What did you hear?” Logan presses on but Tom didn’t answer. “Was it hot?”

“That is your mum,” Tom scolds him only to be laughed at, “Alright, was it just her?”

“I believe so,” Tom lets slip on accident, stopping and squeezing his eyes closed and biting his knuckles at what he just let slip to the boy.

“OO~ I know what you heard,” a wide smirk fills your son’s face, “that’s why dad got pissed”

“Is that who she was on the phone with?” Tom asked before he could think it over.

“Yeah, why?”

Tom shoved his hands into his pockets and kept walking, this wasn’t his business, he shouldn’t even know, “Just tell your mum the walls are thin...”

“Mhm, maybe~”

“Why wouldn’t you? You want others to hear her private moments?”

“I couldn’t care less about that, but you’re flustered and it is hilarious,” he laughs at Tom. “Is that her?” He asked as they enter the hotel ball room where food was out and you were pacing with a cupcake at hand and waiting on Logan to message you about how his driving test went because he promised he would and he hadn’t. Your mind was going to the worst thoughts as you worried. “Yes, don’t you recognize your own mum?”

He shrugs, “I haven’t seen her in a while and she has just gotten a bit more uhm,” he tries to gesture that you had gained weight.

“More what? How long?” Tom asks curiously and tilts his head, glancing between you and your son. “Just more,” Logan looks you up and down from the doorway they stood at, tilting his head sideways to look at your behind. “Logan, be respectful. How long has it been since you last saw her?” He shrugs, “lost count after four years” “That is terrible......”

“Tom,” you glance over and wave when you notice him and start walking over.

“What do I do dude?” Logan freezes. “Hug her and say hello I suppose,” Tom gave what he thought was the best answer as you notice who is standing beside you.

“Logan!” You run over and squeeze him, kissing his face and holding his face. You had long forgotten your fallen half of a red velvet cupcake and didn’t care about the icing on your fingers. “I’m sorry,” you laugh realizing and wipe his face with the napkin you had. “Look at you,” you step back and wipe your own face because you felt icing around your lips. “I missed you, I didn’t know you were coming. Did you pass?” You ask him excitedly and punch his arm, “Text me next time I was scared to death”

“Yeah, I drove myself....,” he smiles awkwardly but it softens when you rub his arm and kiss his cheek. “I am so proud of you but-....does Paul know you’re here?”

“No....I didn’t tell him because I wanted to see you.....I told him I was with Rebecca....”

You nod, “You should go, but thankyou so much baby,” you kiss his cheek and the two touch foreheads for a long moment. “I love you so much, you know that?” He nods. “I want you to keep texting me and calling, please. I want to know what you have going on, alright?” Again, the boy nods. You give him a kiss and he pulls you closer into him, “You look different....” “Yeah...I know....how is babygirl?” “Bad,” he laughs, “Really Logan Christopher y/l/n...she never calls or anything and she won’t respond to me” “She is good, but I’m not happy with her right now” “Why?” “Since I got my license dad is forcing me to drive her to the mall and making me look after her while she buys bras”

Your eyes widen and you cover your mouth, “She is wearing bras now? She has boobies?” “Kill me,” Logan mumbles and Tom who was still standing there silently tries not to laugh. “Do you have any pictures of her? Please,” you plead and he nods showing you a selfie that he and his sister took together. “Oh Megan, Tom, this is my daughter,” you finally realize that he was still standing there and beckon him to come look by pulling his hand. “She is beautiful,” Tom smiles noticing how she was your spitting image.

“Well, I have to go so I can get back before dad figures out where I am. I had to see you and I wanted to see how you were doing, and oh! Tom, Megan’s birthday is next week and she is obsessed with you, may I get an autograph?”

“How about a video of your mum and I?” “Dude, she would flip, seriously?” “Ofcourse,” he smiles and stands beside you as Logan steps back to record.

“Hello,” Tom smiles and waves at the camera, “Your mum and I just wanted to wish you the happiest of birthdays, you are a lovely and very lucky young lady she and your brother care about you very much” “I love you baby, please text me? Something,” you both blow her a kiss.

“Thanks, it was nice meeting you! Bye, mom!” Logan waves running off.

“Tom, thankyou so much for that”

“I wanted to, it was nothing. Logan is quite a character,” he chuckles.

“Yes, he always has been”

“I am sorry about the comment he made in regards to-” “No, it’s alright. I understand it just took him by surprise. I was a lot smaller then,” you laugh, you had found comfort in foods and sweets with all that had happened in the past five years. “Honestly, I like this me though. I am so much more confident in myself,” you say honestly.

“I am very happy to hear that,” he smiles handing you another cupcake. “you dropped yours. I didn’t know you had children”

“Oh, thankyou and yes I have three”

“Is Rebecca the other?” “Yes, she is the eldest. She and Logan were planned but Megan came as a surprise, after that I promised myself three was plenty,” you laugh, “I love them so much”

“I can see that, Y/N”

“Yes?”

“I think I need to tell you something. I want to clarify that I was not purposefully listening in but I overheard you this morning,” he chews his lip.

“Oh my gosh,” you hide your face that is now the same color as your cupcake, “Tom, I am so beyond sorry”

“Don’t be,” he smiles a little, glancing at you and as if possible you grow redder.

“I’m glad it was you and noone else”

“As am I, I could lend you a sock,” you both laugh.

“Thankyou, but, it will never happen again....”

“Something is bothering you....”

“It’s- the cupcake reminds me I will be missing another one of their birthdays.....”

“May I have Logan’s number please?”

“Sure?” you write it on a napkin

“Thankyou,” his mind was already scheming

#tom hiddleston #tomhiddleston x reader

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halstudandruz · 5 years

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Tease

*Not my gif*

Pairing: Matt Casey x Reader

Requested: Yes

Prompt: Reader enjoys teasing Casey

Warnings: Smut (18+), swearing

A/N: Matthew Casey is a babe. That is all.

We were working night shift and it had been a slow night. People were scattered throughout the station. Most people either in bed or in the lounge area. I had found “Forrest Gump” and turned it on about 20 minutes in. Cruz, Otis, Brett, and Stella were scattered about in the lounge room as I was cuddled up on the couch blanket resting over me. The lights were out and the only light was coming from TV.

“Whatcha watching?” Casey asked walking in and falling down on the couch beside me, but not too close, throwing his feet up on the coffee table.

“Forrest Gump.” I mumbled not taking my eyes off the screen, but throwing the blanket over Matt’s lap. He relaxed leaning back more focusing his attention on the movie. Matt and I had a “thing” if that’s what you want to call it. We had hooked up, we had texted and talked a lot, but it never turned fully into a relationship. We kept it on the downlow from everyone else in the station. Matt had been through a hell of a lot in his past relationships and I respected that, not pushing him although I had the biggest crush on him. Surprisingly nobody had ever picked up on a thing in the three months that it had been going on. Except Severide, he seemed to be a little suspicious, but we also pushed it to the side dodging his not so subtle questions. After about another 20 minutes I started to get bored of the movie noticing how hot Matt looked as the colors from the TV illuminated his face. I knew it was dark enough that nobody could see anything, not to mention there was a blanket covering us so, I got a great idea. Well, a great idea for me. I nonchalantly slid my hand over resting it on his crotch. Out of the corner of my eye I seen him visibly tense slightly. I couldn’t help the smirk that spread across my face. I began to palm him through his pants as his breath hitched. He closed his eyes trying to compose himself, but I could feel him growing under my fingers. I worked his belt open along with his button and zipper finally sticking my hand into his pants. I was proud of myself for how quickly I got it all done with one hand. As well as how hard Matt already was from my simple action. His glare turned into pleading whenever I very slowly and teasingly began to move my hand up and down his dick. He apparently couldn’t help himself bucking his hips up into my fist, shaking the coffee table in the meantime from the weight put onto his feet. He tried to cover it up shifting his feet making it look like nothing was happening when that couldn’t have been further from the truth. I picked up my pace not wanting to tease him too badly. I could very slightly see the sweat dripping down his temple and I’m pretty sure he was drawing blood from how hard he was biting his lip. I decided he was being good enough to get his release. I used the pooling precum at the head of his dick to my advantage making it easier to slide my hand up and down faster. I smoothly moved my hand up and down his shaft, occasionally paying extra attention to the head of his dick. I could feel his dick starting to throb as his breathing quickened. I leaned over to his ear, “Come on baby. Cum for me. In front of all your friends. In front of everyone you’re in charge of.” I whispered quietly. I heard a low growl come from the back of his throat just loud enough that only I could hear, before I felt him twitch in my hand. He threw his head back, eyes closed tight as he came into his pants. Once I got him through his orgasm I pulled my hand out licking what had landed on my hand as he just stared at me. Weird mix of embarrassment and lust in his features. I could hear him zipper and button his pants again. Just as he moved to stand up, assuming he was going to change, the lights turned on whistle blowing.

“Truck 81, Squad 3, Ambulance 61, house fire on 487 Thompson St.” The speakers blared.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me.” Matt whined running a hand down his face going to stand up. I couldn’t help the loud laugh that escaped my lips as he just glared at me. I followed everyone out to the trucks hopping on the Squad. The fire was quick just a small kitchen fire that got a little out of hand. Every so often I could see Matt shifting uncomfortably which made me feel even more accomplished and turned on than before. Once we arrived back to the station everyone headed off to bed. I slumped down into my usual bed right in front of Casey’s office. I laid in bed for about 45 minutes before I heard my phone buzz beside my pillow. I picked it up seeing Matt’s name light up the screen.

“You still awake babygirl?” I read before replying with a simple kissy face emoji.

“Is anyone else still up?” He asked.

“Severide maybe, his light looks like it may be on. I think everyone else is asleep.” I typed back.

It wasn’t long before I heard Matt slowly open his door looking around in a tight shirt and pair of jeans. He walked over grabbing my arm and quickly pulling me into his quarters. Shutting the door and locking it behind him before he pushed me up against it, hands resting on each side of my head. “You think what you did was funny?” He asked trying to act serious but amusement was clear on his face. I shrugged smirking at him. “Do you understand how uncomfortable that was? It was wet and sticky and gross and I had to deal with it for over an hour.” Casey complained raising an eyebrow at me his breath glazing over my face.

“I personally think that it was pretty hot. You can stop acting like you didn’t like it anytime now.” I shot back looking into his eyes that were clouded over with lust, but still a gorgeous blue.

“It wasn’t funny.” Casey sternly said.

“What are going to do? Punish me?” I asked sarcastically, but also challengingly. Casey looked from my eyes to my lips back to my eyes before snaking his hand to the back of my neck roughly pulling me into his lips. I moaned into his mouth sneaking my hand below his shirt feeling up and down his chest and abs. He backed us away from the door lips still attached as he walked me over to his bed pushing me down before crawling on top of me. He gave me just enough time to pull his shirt off before he attacked my neck. I moaned softly feeling him suck right under my ear and then nipping at it, knowing it was my sweet spot. Matt leaned up pulling me up with him just enough to get my shirt off tossing it over his shoulder. He laid me back down gently kissing my nose, moving down to my jawline, but he got right above my bra. He teasingly kissed right along the sweetheart neckline before he reached behind me unclasping it and throwing it wherever my shirt was. He took my breasts in his hands throwing me a little smirk before he lowered his head licking a single strand up one of my nipples. I sighed heavily waiting for him to do more. He did it a few more times alternating between each breast before he finally gave in wrapping his lips and swirling his tongue around it. I arched up into him instinctively. He wrapped a hand around my back taking this opportunity to work on getting my jeans off as he continued to work on licking, sucking, and biting my nipples. I had to help him, but eventually my pants were littered onto the floor. He began to kiss down my body lower.

“You’re. So. Gorgeous. Babygirl.” He smiled against my skin between each kiss. Once he reached my hip bones he bit them each followed by kisses to the inside of my thighs. He settled for a single kiss to my clit over my panties. I tangled my hands in his hair pushing him closer to where I wanted him. He grinned turning his head to kiss up and down my thighs.

“Matt. Baby. Please.” I begged squirming underneath him.

“What baby? What do you want? Tell me. I want to hear you beg.” He cockily asked looking up at me.

“Oh my god, just please give me your mouth.” I pleaded, whine clear in my voice.

“That’s all I needed babygirl.” Matt laughed before quickly removing my panties and taking no time in diving into my pussy. As soon as I felt his tongue hit me I couldn’t help the loud moan that escaped my lips. I looked down at Matt as he raised an eyebrow at me smirk clear on his face. “You have to be quiet.” He whispered before going back to circle my clit with his tongue. All I wanted to do was scream, but I kept reminding myself of where we were, hand clapsed over my mouth. Now, Matt is great at sex he definitely is, but his head game is strong as hell, and it didn’t take long for me to feel like I was ready to release. He was working diligently tongue thrusting in and out of me, occasionally sucking and taking extra care of my clit. I pulled Matt’s head back forcefully trying to pull him up to my lips. “Excuse me. I’m quite enjoying myself down here. So, if you could leave me be that’d be great.” Casey explained lips glistening from my wetness, and damn was that a sight.

“Baby if you don’t stop I’m going to cum.” I explained trying to pull him up towards me again. He chuckled running a finger up my wetness before slowly pushing it in. My breath hitched and head flew back once he attached his lips to my clit once more sucking hard as he thrusted his finger quickly in and out of me. My hands gripped the sheets biting my lip hard. He must’ve felt me get close because a second before I came he quickly pulled back climbing back up to my lips kissing me. “What the fuck Casey?” I huffed.

“You’re supposed to be getting punished are you not?” Casey retorted amusement on his face. I rolled my eyes pulling him into my lips before I worked on his pants. I could still taste myself on his lips. He pulled back biting my bottom lip with his teeth before he got off of me standing up beside the bed to slide them down along with his boxers, dick immediately springing up head red and swollen, precum already dripping out. I couldn’t help but whine at the sight, mouth watering. He crawled back on top of me aligning himself at my entrance before looking at me for the go ahead. I nodded quickly wrapping my legs around his waist before I felt him slowly began to push in. He groaned into my ear at the contact and I was sure that sound made me even wetter than I already was. He started off slow undoubtedly trying to tease me, but he seemed to be getting the brunt of it more than I was. “You’re so fucking tight babygirl.” Matt moaned into my shoulder making me whimper at his slow pace. I dug my nails into his biceps enjoying every single thrust, but I couldn’t handle the teasing.

“Oh my god, Matt, please just fuck me already.” I moaned into his ear. Seeing as he was agonizing himself he must’ve taken that as enough begging picking up the speed of his thrusts. I could feel every throb and twitch of his dick and I was loving every single second of it. I raked my nails up and down his back trying to control the sounds that were coming out of me. With each second passing his thrusts just got deeper and faster, and I was in full out bliss. I quickly began feeling the knot grow tighter in my my stomach. “Harder baby, yes. Right there. Fuck yes!” I begged as he hit my g-spot hard and harder before reaching down to rub my clit with his thumb. I was pretty sure I was living my dream and this is all I could ask for in life. Matt Casey fucking me into oblivion. “Matt, I’m going to cum.” I tried to get out between each hard breath. Matt bit my shoulder saying over and over again how good I was.

“Yes babygirl, cum for me. Cum on my dick. You’re so incredible. Fuck baby.” His words and groans were all I needed to put me over the edge. I arched up closing my eyes tight seeing stars screaming out into Matt’s neck. The clench of my pussy from my orgasm put him over the edge as I felt him release into me curse words and my name rolling off his tongue. Once we came down from our highs he collapsed down onto me. Sweat covering his body. “Wow.” Matt breathed out trying to catch his breath as I giggled agreeing. He rolled over onto the other side of the bed as I shivered from loss of body heat. He must’ve noticed as he reached down picking up his t-shirt helping me put it on before pulling me closer so my head was resting on his chest. We laid in silence for a little before he spoke up, “I did kinda like it.” Matt admitted looking down at me.

“Yeah, I know.” I winked kissing his chest. I heard his phone vibrate on nightstand. “Who’s texting you at 2 in the morning?” I asked as he reached over to grab it. After reading it he broke out into a laugh before handing me the phone. It was a text from Kelly that read,

“Haha I knew it. Good job man. Next time though be a little quieter, we don’t need the whole firehouse waking up.” I blushed hard stuffing my face into Matt’s neck as he just chuckled, bringing my hand to his lips. Matt and I talked for a little longer before he finally fell asleep. I sighed trying to move his arm from around me as gently as possible not wanting to wake him up, but failing.

“Where are you going?” Matt asked eyes still closed grabbing for me.

“I have to go back to my bunk babe.” I sighed trying to slip out of his grasp.

“No. Stay here.” He stated like it wasn’t an issue opening his eyes just enough to see me.

“I can’t, everyone will-“ I started before he cut me off.

“Please? I don’t care if everyone finds out, just please stay.” Matt begged not letting go of my wrist. I stayed silent contemplating what to do before he cupped my cheek with his hand pulling me down into his lips. I couldn’t help but sigh at the feeling of his lips against mine. Eventually I pulled away looking into his blue eyes, which was a mistake on my part, knowing I wasn’t going to be able to put up a fight when he looked at me like that.

“You’re quite the persuader, Captain.” I teased laying back down beside him. He chuckled lightly pulling me closer into his body kissing me on the forehead.

“Please, don’t ever leave me.” He whispered lowly almost enough that I couldn’t make it out.

“Never Casey.” I smiled at the emotional side of him that I very rarely ever got to see. I tilted my head up kissing him on his cheek, before closing my eyes falling asleep in his arms. Everyone at the Station did indeed find out, but only because I forgot I was wearing Casey’s shirt from the night before when I got up the next morning, which he purposely didn’t point out, grinning ear to ear as everyone teased me.

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keichanz · 5 years

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Shadows

i stayed up past my bedtime to finish this lmao whoops ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

drama? in my inuyasha family au? it’s more likely than you think l;ajdfoiajdf

*maniacal cackling*

Spooktober Day 24: Shadows

so when are we gonna tell em?

Parked on the street in front of Izayoi’s school, Inuyasha whiled away the time on his phone while he waited for his daughter to emerge from the building. He’d gotten out of work early enough that he’d had time to go home and change before driving the short trip to pick her up from school. Usually Kagome drove both of them home since it made more sense; Tai would either walk to her classroom after his lessons or she’d go to him, and usually Izayoi waited outside for her mom to pick her up.

This time he figured he’d save her the trouble since he had the time anyway, and he always loved the look of pleased surprise on his babygirl’s face when she spotted his truck waiting outside for her. A daddy’s girl through and through, Inuyasha wasn’t ashamed to admit that part of the reason he’d wanted to pick her up himself was to selfishly spend time together, just the two of them, even if it was only ten minutes on the way home.

His phone chimed with a new text and Inuyasha tapped the notification to open it up.

Mmm I think it’s best to wait until after Iz’s birthday. Don’t wanna steal her thunder.

steal her thunder? she’d probs think it’s the best bday gift ever kagome

She’s turning 13 Inuyasha. That’s sort of a big deal and it wouldn’t be fair.

kagoooomeeeeeeeeeee

After her birthday, Inuyasha. You can wait a few more days can’t you? <3

Chuckling, Inuyasha sent a brief “love you wench” and put his phone away with a sigh before glancing out the window toward the school. It was just before 3 pm, so Iz should be coming out any time now—

Inuyasha froze, sat up straight in his seat, and then leaned forward amber eyes narrowed dangerously. His lip curled and a low growl rumbled in his throat as his hand clenched tightly on the steering wheel, claws digging into the black leather, but he didn’t notice.

Some punk was chatting up his babygirl and standing way too fucking close. Inuyasha was out of the truck and storming toward them before he even realized what he was doing, murder on his face and golden eyes boring a hole through the punk’s head that dared flirt with his daughter. She was too good, too pure for the likes of him, for anybody, and he’d be damn sure to let the little asswipe know that in no uncertain terms.

“...And the skirt is going to be layered brown lace with some white ruffles—ugh, I’m sorry, this would be a lot easier if I had a phone so I can just show you a picture. Sorry I don’t have one yet.”

Izayoi blushed and gave an awkward smile, embarrassed that she lacked something most kids her age already had. Heck, even Rin had a phone. Granted, she was a year older, but she’d gotten it months before she turned thirteen. If it weren’t for her overprotective father and worrywart of a mother, she’d probably have one by now. Or at least she liked to think so.

Ugh, her life sucked.

Raiden smiled. “Nah, it’s cool,” he assured with a one-shouldered shrug, blue-green eyes warm as gave a lazy grin. “Mine was a gift for my fifteenth birthday so I haven’t had it long. Couple months, tops.”

He shrugged and laughed and oh well would ya look at that, her life suddenly sucked a lot less. Who knew a one Raiden Mashimo was the solution to a sucky life?

“That’s awesome!” she gushed, perhaps a bit too excitedly, and Izayoi flushed again before clearing her throat and saying much more calmly, “I’m hoping I’ll get one for my birthday too in a few days. I feel so left out, you know?”

She shrugged helplessly and smiled and gosh darn it he was just so freakin’ good-looking.

Raiden visibly perked up, his head tilting a little to the side as he queried, “Your birthday’s soon?”

Dear god why was she blushing again? “Um, y-yeah. Next week, actually. Monday.”

The dark-haired teenager grinned. “Wicked. And I have an idea now: how about after school, we can go the Halloween store and you can help me pick out my costume to match yours? Then afterward, if-if you want to, that is, we can maybe...I dunno, go somewhere and get some celebratory hot chocolate, or somethin’.”

Raiden offered a shy smile and rubbed the back of his neck. Izayoi wanted to gape because it was the first time she’d ever seen him anything other than his usual confident, easy-going self and she found this shy, sweet side of him made her heart race in her chest as butterflies erupted in her belly.

“Oh,” she breathed, her eyes widening as she realized what that meant. A smile slowly bloomed across her face and she bit down on her lip, fighting against the urge to hop around in excitement like an idiot. A date! He’d asked her out on a date!

“I—I mean,” he continued, wincing a little as pink dusted the bridge of his nose and cheeks. “If you’re doing something with your family or whatever I completely understand, we can do it the next day or—”

“No!” Izayoi hurriedly interjected, waving her hands and shaking her head vigorously. At his startled look, she blushed and elaborated, “Er, I mean no, I don’t have anything planned, and yes I’d love to go with you.”

Visibly relieved, Raiden’s lazy grin reappeared and he nodded. “O-okay. Good. Cool. I mean—” He coughed and tried again. “Sounds like a plan. So should I wait for you or—uh...”

Raiden’s eyes suddenly went very wide as his gaze shifted behind her and Izayoi frowned.

“Raiden? Are you ok—”

The deep, dangerous growl that reverberated from behind her was very familiar and the sound, filled with lethal warning, had the bottom dropping out of her stomach and her heart jumping up into her throat. She stiffened and sucked in a sharp breath, ears pinning into her silver hair as horror seized her every thought.

No, she thought, even as she watched Raiden take a tentative step backward, noting how he kept shooting her nervous glances. Belatedly Izayoi noticed the shadow that had fallen over her and never before had she wanted so much to crawl under a rock and die. No, no, no, no nononononooooo...

Despite his obvious trepidation, however, Raiden – bless his heart – swallowed his nervousness and offered a wavering smile.

“A-ah, um, M-Mister Taisho,” the younger dog demon began, recovering from the initial shock of the imposing and slightly frightening figure the half-demon made. He cleared his throat and though still clearly nervous, he dipped into a shallow bow of respect.

Izayoi wanted to give him a big kiss for standing his ground and not running away. She knew from personal experience how intimidating her stupid dad could be sometimes and she knew he was purposely laying it on thick right now in an attempt to scare Raiden away. She knew she liked him for a reason and she may have just fallen a little harder for him right then.

“It’s…nice to meet you, sir,” Raiden said a little haltingly, however not once did he look away from the half-demon’s intimidating glare. “Uh, my name is Raiden Mashimo. I…go to school with Izayoi.”

When Inuyasha did nothing but continue to glower fiercely at him, arms crossed with a light scowl on his face, Raiden faltered slightly and glanced at Izayoi. She could do nothing but offer a trembling, apologetic smile, face burning in embarrassment while her eyes begged him to forgive her. If Raiden never talked to her again after this, she was never going to forgive her stupid overbearing father.

Raiden returned he smile, though it came across as more of a grimace, and swallowed thickly before focusing his attention back on her silent father. Inuyasha’s jaw tightened but he said nothing.

“We were just, uh, talking about our costumes. For the party. At…your house?”

Inwardly Raiden winced and wanted to kick himself. Oh yeah. Real smooth, idiot.

That finally received a response and the half-demon narrowed his eyes before growling, “Costumes?”

Encouraged, Raiden seemed to breathe a little easier as he nodded eagerly. “Yeah! I mean even though she lives there, we decided we’re gonna go together and, y’know, match up our cost—”

“I don’t think so,” Inuyasha cut him off, his tone cold and his stare hard.

Raiden balked and blinked in surprise. “What—”

“He means okay,” Izayoi hastily interjected in a voice unusually high pitched, her eyes wide and imploring as the stared at the boy in front of her. “Don’t worry, he’s just—”

“I mean,” Inuyasha snapped, shooting his daughter a sharp look to quell any further interruptions while simultaneously demanding her obedience, “that you’re not going anywhere with my daughter and you sure as hell ain’t gonna ‘match costumes.’ I can’t stop you from coming obviously, but I catch you anywhere near her and I will personally escort you off my property.”

Izayoi whimpered and smashed a hand over her mouth as her eyes brimmed with tears.

Raiden gaped incredulously as the half-demon finished with, “We clear, whelp?”

Dropping his gaze to the girl before him, Raiden stared into amber eyes glistening with unshed tears and easily read the desperate plea for him to forgive her for her father’s unfair behavior. She removed her hand and mouthed “I’m so sorry” over and over, shaking her head, and he sucked in a sharp breath.

Nodding once to her, hoping that she understood that he did not blame her at all, Raiden steeled himself and focused his attention back on her father, carefully schooling his expression.

“Understood, sir,” he murmured, gave another short bow, then meeting Izayoi’s teary gaze with an apologetic wince, Raiden turned and walked away, hands in his pockets and posture stiff as a board.

Inuyasha snorted as he watched the kid go, more or less satisfied with how that exchanged had gone. Granted, he’d looked more confused than truly intimidated as that had been what he’d been aiming for, but whatever. Didn’t matter as long as he got the message that his precious babygirl was off limits.

“Least this one seems to have more brains than the wolf’s brat,” he commented before dismissing the boy and heading for the truck. “Let’s go, Iz, it’s cold out and you forgot your jacket again.”

When he didn’t hear light footfalls following after him, Inuyasha paused and looked over his shoulder with a frown. Izayoi hadn’t moved, still standing there staring in the direction that little punk had wandered off to. It appeared she hadn’t even heard him ears completely immobile and face blank.

His frown deepened. “Izayoi,” he called. “Let’s go. Your mom’s probably wondering where we are by now and I’ll have ten missed calls and thirty-seven texts on my phone.”

Once more he went ignored and Inuyasha sighed impatiently. She couldn’t be that hung up on some kid, could she? He opened his mouth to demand she get her butt in gear, unafraid to stalk over and carry her if he had to, but then the salty scent of tears drifted over to him on the breeze and Inuyasha faltered. What the—was she...was she crying? What the hell—

“Iz?” he asked, turning around and crossing the distance between them. “What’s wro—”

“How could you?” Izayoi suddenly hissed and the amount of venom in her voice had Inuyasha stopping in his tracks.

Inuyasha studied her silently for a moment, trying to figure out why she was so upset, but when nothing came to him he shook his head and asked carefully, “How could I wh—”

“How could you?!” his daughter shrieked this time, whirling around to pin him with a fierce, baleful glare it momentarily took Inuyasha aback. Tears were running unchecked down her face, her hands were clenched into tight fists, and her ears were flattened against her head.

Recovering quickly and unwilling to let his child get away with such a show of temper, especially to him, Inuyasha pinned her with a glare of his own and bared his fangs as a warning growl echoed in his throat.

“Watch your tone, pup—”

“No,” Izayoi snapped, glowering at him even more fiercely as the tears continued to spill down her cheeks. “I can’t believe you just—I can’t even—ugh!”

With a wordless cry of fury, the young hanyou growled her aggravation before abruptly spinning on her heel and storming away, back stiff with anger and teeth clenched so tight her jaw ached. She tried to ignore the hallow ache in her chest, tried to swallow the sob of despair that welled up in her throat and fought to escape past her lips as her stomach clenched painfully. She felt cold all over and was vaguely aware that she was shaking, but none of that mattered.

Her mental anguish far outweighed anything that she might have been feeling on the physical plane because Izayoi was positive now that Raiden would never talk to her again and it was all her stupid dad’s fault.

“Hey!” Inuyasha called after her, but she ignored him. “Where the fuck do you think you’re going? Get in the truck, Izayoi. I’m taking you home and we can discuss this—”

“I’m walking,” Izayoi spat back at him without stopping or even looking at him. Like hell she was going to voluntarily be in the same space as him right now. She was too angry, too hurt; she couldn’t even look at him without wanting to break down and weep. Just thinking about it had another sob catching in her throat but she bit it back, pressing her lips together as her eyes burned with more tears.

“The hell you are,” her father snapped and stomped after her. “Quit the attitude and get in the truck, Izayoi. Now.”

Izayoi ignored him and kept walking, a little faster this time.

Cursing a blue streak, Inuyasha stopped, crossed his arms, and barked, “Truck now or you’re grounded.”

His daughter stopped. Straightened her shoulders. Then whirled around to pin him with a withering glare so intense, if looks could kill he’d be six feet under by now.

Unmoved, Inuyasha stared back evenly, not giving an inch, however the slight narrowing of his eyes, a not so subtle warning, suggested she would do well to heed his demand and promptly.

Izayoi glared murderously at him for another minute, no doubt pissed off that he’d used such an unfair threat, then finally did ass he was told and stalked toward the vehicle still sitting on the street.

Inuyasha waited until she was inside with the door shut, not putting it passed her to bolt at the last second, before following suit, jogging the rest of the way just in case she decided to get smart and lock him out. Thankfully she did and when he slid behind the wheel she refused to look at him, arms folded tightly across her chests as she glowered out the window.

She was still shaking and Inuyasha turned up the heat before pulling away and making a U-turn to head home.

“You gonna tell me what the hell all that was or you gonna keep being pissy?” he asked her, flicking a glance at his silent daughter through the review before looking straight again.

Izayoi tightened her jaw but otherwise did not respond, remaining in stony silence.

Inuyasha sighed and hung a right. He hated fighting with her, but sometimes it was the only way to solve the problem at hand. How fortuitous to be blessed with a daughter with a temper that matched his own?

And by fortuitous be meant annoying as fuck.

“I don’t know what the hell you’re so mad about,” Inuyasha growled as he turned onto their street a few minutes later, “but this attitude needs to stop, right now, because if you think I’m gonna let you talk to your mother like you did with me, you got another think comin’, kiddo.”

Izayoi scoffed loudly and grabbed her backpack, getting ready to open the door and bolt the instant they pulled into the driveway. Another wave of tears pricked the back of her eyes and she bit down hard to stifle the whimper that threatened to escape. Her chest ached, her throat tightened, and she squeezed her eyes shut tight.

Glancing at her in the review, Inuyasha frowned but didn’t say anything more since they were just about home anyway. Predictably Kagome’s SUV was already parked in front of the garage and he pulled in next to it, hoping that the brief car ride had cooled her temper somewhat like it had his.

He hadn’t even put the truck in park before Izayoi opened the door and darted out so fast she didn’t even bother to close the door behind her. Inuyasha cursed and hurriedly shifted into park before cutting the engine and hastily following after her, not wanting to spare the extra second to close her door but he did.

Kagome was in the kitchen fixing up an after school snack for her daughter while Tai watched cartoons in the other room when the side door suddenly slammed open and the hanyou in question came tearing through it.

“Iz—” she tried but her daughter didn’t even spare her a glance and Kagome heard what sounded like a muffled sob as Izayoi tore past her and ran toward the stairs, not even bothering to take them one at a time and instead using her hanyou strength to launch herself to the top in two leaps. Seconds later another slam reverberated throughput the house as she closed herself in her room.

“Izayoi!” her husband barked a second later right before he came crashing through the door and Kagome blinked.

“Oh, dear,” she whispered and putting down the peanut butter covered butter knife, Kagome hurriedly moved to intercept the obviously ticked off hanyou intent on following their daughter.

“Dammit—” Inuyasha hissed, scowling as he stormed after his rebellious offspring, but small hands were suddenly pressed against his chest, stopping his warpath, and he turned his glower on his wife.

“Outta the way, Kagome, I need to—”

“No,” Kagome said firmly, her tone brooking no room for argument. “Not like this, you aren’t. I have no idea what happened, but you need to sit down and cool your temper before you go talking to her because you’ll just end up making it worse.”

He snapped his jaw shut and glared at her, offended.

She shrugged because it was true; she knew first hand how her daughter and husband’s arguments could be like because she was often in the middle of them.

“Go sit, drink some cider,” Kagome told him, firmly but gently as she reached up to fondly tweak his ear. “Let me talk to her first, okay? Sometime tells me you’re the last person she wants to see right now, anyway.”

And it was if those words took the wind right out of his sails because Inuyasha deflated, ears lowering as he closed his eyes, shoulders slumping. Dammit, she was right, as usual; his daughter could be just as headstrong as him, and if he went to her now, they’d just end up in another shouting match, getting nowhere fast.

Kagome’s hand on his cheek prompted him to open his eyes to find her smiling gently at him, her caramel colored eyes warm with understanding and his throat tightened as a whine threatened to escape.

“Let me talk to her,” she repeated and leaned up to kiss his jaw. “It’ll be fine, love. Just give it some time. I’ll be back soon.”

With that she patted his cheek and headed for the stairs to get the story from their clearly distraught daughter.

Inuyasha took a steadying breath, pinched his nose, and wandered into the living room to see to their five-year-old. He could hear little sounds of distress coming from him, no doubt wondering what was just happened, and he couldn’t bear to have both of his children upset.

At least this one didn’t want to tear his face off, Inuyasha sourly mused as he hefted Tai into his arms where he immediately burrowed into him and then sank down onto the couch to wait.

He hated waiting.

Mercifully it wasn’t long at all before he heard the sound of a door being closed and light footsteps coming down the stairs a few seconds later. Reclined on the couch with Tai napping against him, Inuyasha’s ears perked up and he turned his head as Kagome entered the living room. Her small smile was encouraging, but he didn’t let his hopes get too high; it was entirely possible Izayoi still didn’t want to talk to him. He didn’t know if it was because she was female, nearly a teenager, or just because she had his blood in her veins, but when his daughter held a grudge, she held a grudge.

Kagome settled beside him and smiled down at their napping son, smoothing back his hair. She was silent as she gathered her thoughts, trying to find a way to explain as best as she can without upsetting him again because she knew he wasn’t gong to like what she had to say.

“Well, she told me what happened,” she remarked with a sigh. “And I know you’re not going to like this, but you shouldn’t have done that.”

Her husband set his jaw and looked away, glaring at the TV that at the moment had brightly colored cartoon characters on it.

Kagome shook her head, unsurprised at his reaction. “She really likes this boy, Inuyasha. And you embarrassed her by putting on your ‘I’m-so-intimidating’ act and pretty much forbidding her from going near him and vice versa. And threatening to escort him off the property if he gest too close? Inuyasha...”

Said hanyou scowled and refused to comment.

Kagome dropped her gaze to Tai’s sleeping face and tenderly smoothed back his bangs, remembering when her little girl was this small and she was still able to pick her up. She couldn’t believe she was going to be a teenager in just a few short days. How time flies...

“She’s too good for him,” Inuyasha suddenly grumbled, a slight pout of his face. “She’s...she’s innocent, too young to be thinking about boys.”

Kagome smiled. Now she understood.

“Inuyasha,” she began softly, moving her hand to cradle her husband’s jaw and adding gentle pressure to get him to meet her eyes. “Whether you like it or not, she’s going to be thirteen in just a few short days. She’s going to start being more independent, more outspoken and rebellious, and yes, she’s going to start dating, too.”

Inuyasha flinched and looked about ready to argue, but Kagome spoke up before he could get a word in edgewise.

“I know it’s a little hard to accept, but she’s not going to be your little girl forever, Inuyasha.”

He sucked in a breath and closed his eyes with a wince, the words painful to hear however true they were.

Kagome smiled sadly and continued, “You can’t be her constant shadow, protecting her from everything and essentially stunting her growth. She needs room to grow, to make a few mistakes and learn from them, to become a lovely young woman with a good head on her shoulders. She’s not stupid, Inuyasha, you and I both know that. She’s fully capable of taking care of herself, or do I need to remind you of Daisuke?”

Inuyasha blinked and then a slow grin curved his mouth upward, recalling how she’d broken the brat’s nose for being too forward. Heh. She could take care of herself, couldn’t she?

Kagome suddenly sighed and stood up, leaning down to take Tai from his arms and cradle him against her shoulder; he remained fast asleep.

“I don’t think she’s ready to talk yet,” she said, casting a glance at the ceiling. “Let her come to you, alright? I know you want to fix this, but you won’t get anywhere if only one of you are willing to mend the bridge.”

Sighing in defeat, Inuyasha nodded and thrust a hand through his hair. She was right. Again, goddammit.

Slim fingers caught his ear and rubbed the soft flesh soothingly. Inuyasha closed his eyes and leaned into her touch.

“It’ll be okay,” she whispered before warm lips pressed against his cheek. “Just give it time.”

With one last warm smile, Kagome left, probably to take Tai up to his room to have the rest of his nap in peace.

Inuyasha watched her go and withheld a whine.

Fuck, he really hated waiting.

It was just after 9 pm when Inuyasha padded down the carpeted hallway to her room, steaming cup of hot cocoa in his hand and hopeful mindset. Izayoi had only come out of her room to eat dinner and shower before retreating from whence she came. Though she still wouldn’t look at him – or even acknowledge him, really – his daughter was no longing glaring death at him so he would call that an improvement.

Maybe it still wasn’t the right time, but he couldn’t wait anymore. He’d done nothing but think about what happened and now he wanted to reconcile with his little girl. He wanted to feel one of her hugs, wanted her to smile at him again, and he desperately wanted to hear her say “I love you, daddy.”

Even if his efforts were wasted, he at least wanted to try.

Stopping before her door, Inuyasha took a breath and knocked.

“Iz?” he called out softly, confident she could hear him through the heavy wood. “Can we, uh, talk?”

Nothing.

Ears lowering, he tried again. “I brought you some hot cocoa. The way you like it, with the marshmallows and whipped cream.”

More silence. Not even a rustle of clothing, though he did hear the gentle whistling of the wind outside.

He closed his eyes and leaned his forehead against the door. “Please, babygirl. I just wanna talk. Can you let me in?”

Still nothing, and Inuyasha frowned. “Iz?”

Taking a chance, he turned the knob and cracked open the door enough to peer inside. He wasn’t expecting it to be dark inside his daughter’s room and instantly concerned, he opened the door the rest of the way. When he didn’t see her right away the beginnings of panic started to set in and he whipped his head around, amber eyes searching the shadows of the room for his daughter, and he was just about ready to bellow her name when a he felt crisp wind on his face and something fluttering in his peripheral.

Inuyasha snapped his head toward the window—and relaxed, the breath whooshing but of his lungs as realization dawned.

Heaving a sigh as his ears drooped low – it looked like he wouldn’t be getting that talk tonight – Inuyasha ambled over to the open window where the curtains were gently swaying in the breeze and set the mug of hot cocoa down on the nightstand beside the window.

Hidden within the shadows of the large oak tree in their backyard, Inuyasha caught a flash of silver and gold as Izayoi pretended she hadn’t noticed him at her window and the older half-demon tried very hard to ignore the ache in his chest as he left his daughter’s bedroom without a word.

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