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Severed Destiny, pt. 11

Summary: Haj-deek leaves Tel Fyr and stumbles upon the Erabenimsun camp. They give her a task to complete to be named Nerevarine, but it leads to something much more than she was expecting.

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Haj-deek stayed another couple of weeks, finding herself extra curious to see what exactly Divath Fyr expected her blood to do to the corprus patients. Or rather, the "serum" he was making from it.

"A few drops and I have the beginnings of something wonderful," Divath said on the morning, "I chose one of the patients to receive your blood directly--one of those that is worst off. The samples I took from him yesterday show a slight reduction in the presence of corprus...not a rapid decrease, but enough that it's noticeable. Progress is progress, after all!"

"Is it too soon to say there could be a cure?"

"Much too soon," he said, "But the fact that there is a noticeable reduction is a miracle in itself. I'll be working on a serum for those with more severe cases, of course, but receiving a direct transfusion - giving your blood directly - seems to be the fastest treatment...so far."

She thought for a moment.

"Maybe you should try giving my blood to those who are...newly brought in? The ones whose infections haven't gone so far?"

"Hrm...I had been thinking of that..." Fyr stroked thoughtfully at his beard, "Give me one more sample, and I shall do exactly that. My stock runs low...and I know you will not stay much longer. I hope to see your immunity pass, and then be reflected in their blood, such that I can pass it from them to another--but I can see I am boring you."

"It's not that you bore me," Haj-deek replied quickly, "It's only that I don't understand."

She shifted a little uncomfortably.

"Have you considered writing a book...maybe a series, on this treatment? You've taken notes, of course. A record put together could be useful, so if this treatment is successful, things could be given...timelines, perhaps, or...it could be helpful somehow. I'm sure. Uupse would be able to give a description of how they act after, given she's the one seeing the most of them day-to-day. "

"I have kept quite extensive notes...but a book?"

"I know Telvanni generally don't like sharing secrets, but--it's not just this treatment, a lot of what you're doing could be beneficial. The magnifier tool, the blood drawing tool...it could help fund things...I'm sorry, I know I'm rambling."

"No, no, that's a good idea." Divath Fyr lifted a finger and almost immediately turned back around to scribble it down. "I suppose you'll want a credit? Though if I mention you're the source of my serum, it could lead to the Temple being...unhappy with you."

"Vivec trained me, and seems to approve. I'm surprised you didn't hear about that, but...you've been busy."

"I stay busy," he replied, waving his free hand absently, "After all, there's a lot to work through here. Even if I never saw you again you've given me a wealth of things to work on."

That felt good...she did like the feeling of knowing she'd helped.

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Haj-deek gave one more sample of blood, after which Uupse insisted she wait a few days before actually leaving. Giving one's blood tended to make one weak, after all. The morning of Haj-deek's departure Uupse questioned her as they served the breakfast porridge out, wanting to be sure she was feeling well.

"No faintness? Dizziness? Nausea?"

"None of that, I swear. I'm fine."

"Have you been eating fish like I told you, to strengthen your blood?"

"Of course I have." She gave a laugh. "Strong as ever."

"You children all think you're invincible," Uupse said with a little smile.

After giving Yagrum his breakfast, the next was the corprus patient that had hugged Haj-deek. He seemed to perk up on sight of her, and his mouth twitched in what might almost be called a smile.

"This one will miss you when you go," Uupse went on, "It's been...good to see any of them interested in anything that's not wandering or moaning."

"I wish I knew why."

"The mind will make strange associations and decisions when it is this far gone. I've said it before, but...he must think you're some friend or relation of his. You fit some part of someone important to him so his mind simply...decides that you must be that person. If he isn't trying to grab you or jerk you about it's best just to pretend that you are who he thinks you are. It keeps them happy when you do things like that."

"It's still strange, but if you really think it will work..." Haj-deek handed the bowl of porridge to the patient. He ate quickly, and then looked back up at her.

After a moment's hesitation he reached a trembling hand up to her face.

There was a tense moment, at least from Haj-deek and Uupse's point of view, but it passed quickly. The swollen hand lowered to one of hers and lifted the one on which she was wearing the moon-and-star.

"That means I'm the Nerevarine," she said carefully, "Isn't it pretty?"

"Mmm....mmmma...." The patient was trying once more to speak, and the thinnest black trickle began to spill from its eyes like a steady stream of tears.

"No, no, you don't need to say anything. It's alright," Haj-deek replied. "Alright?"

"Mmmm..." The patient touched the ring with his other hand, and looked at her again. "Maa....maa...ther..."

"Mah-ther?"

He shook his head and started trying harder, though the trickle was growing thicker. "Ma...ma....ma-ther..."

"I think he's saying mother," Uupse said in a soft tone.

The patient nodded eagerly, and Haj-deek cast a glance back up at her as he spoke again.

"Mo-THER!" The patient finally grated out.

"Yes, it was my mother's ring," she said in what she hoped was a kind tone. "I'll have to be going soon, you know. But if you like, I can come back to see you."

She hadn't really minded taking care of the victims. She liked helping people, and given what Divath Fyr had told her she was doing these poor folk a world of good.

The patient nodded in his eager way again, and looked back down at the ring. The stream of black fluid slow, and Uupse handed Haj-deek a rag to clean the mess of it from his face.

"There, all better," she said with another smile.

"What do you think you'll go for first? The Erabenimsun?" Uupse took the dirty rag and put it aside.

Haj-deek paused, and thought. "That makes sense. They're the closest tribe...but I've also heard they're the most...unfriendly."

"Not of late. Han-Ammu is not so unfriendly as his predecessor, and I'm sure you'll find him more agreeable than your mother found things to be when she made her trip there years ago."

"That's good to hear, at least."

She would take whatever good news she could get. Vivec would probably tell her to come straight back, but...

...but it couldn't hurt to speak to the Erabenimsun. They were close, and likely their favor, whatever it would be, wouldn't take her too far off the trail.

One last visit was made to Yagrum, who had himself been a recipient of Fyr's 'serum' and seemed to be better in some way she couldn't quite define.

"Remember what I told you," he said, "And be careful."

"I will be," she nodded. "And...thank you. You've been helpful for...I'm sure I won't know until I see my father, but..."

Deep breath.

She wanted to stay, but as she'd thought to herself in Ebonheart - she knew she could not. There was no way back, and if she tried, things would only get worse.

The only way out - is through, Vivec's words from some lesson or another came back to her then.

And so she left.

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The trip to the camp itself was more taxing than actually speaking to Han-Ammu. The blight winds had kicked up in a major way, so Haj-deek put on her helmet. Sunchaser absolutely refused to come out from under her cloak.

She made her argument to the wise woman Manirai, who seemed somewhat suspicious of her, but nonetheless directed her to the ashkhan.

"Another Nerevarine?" He asked, "Well, it didn't take as long as some of the elders say it took between the last two. You want me to name you Nerevarine?"

Haj-deek nodded. "I already have the ring, but...it will make things easier if I follow the same path as m--the last one."

He gave his own nod. "There's a task I was about to send a group to deal with...some I have asked to look into the problem have been too superstitious to enter the tomb."

"The tomb?"

"On the very corner between the Arethan and Alas tombs," Han-Ammu went on, "There was a rock slide and a doorway into a tunnel appeared. The first investigation of it showed that it was an abandoned family tomb...but then they noticed...symbols..."

A pause.

"They realized it was a House Dagoth tomb that had been buried...covered up, and refused to go back in. The spirits are no doubt angry at the intrusion, but at the same time the problem has to be dealt with."

"What problem, exactly? The spirits don't usually leave their tombs."

Something leaped inside her. A House Dagoth tomb. She'd thought there were none that actually existed anymore. But if this one was what Han-Ammu was saying it was--

"Simply collapse the entrance again, in whatever way suits you best, and I'll name you Nerevarine."

Collapse it, hide it, cover it up.

It didn't feel right, not at all, but she nodded anyway, and after getting directions to the tomb, turned to leave.

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Back into the blight storm, which was harder still to get through. Sunchaser was trembling the entire way beneath her cloak. Something was spooking her more so than even the storm between Tel Fyr and the Erabinmsun camp, and she couldn't figure out what it was.

The poor thing was just a beast, though, and she figured it must be that. Sunchaser must fear conditions that made it harder to fly...or levitate, as it was.

She had to grope against the rocky walls to find her way, and nearly stumbled into the Arethan tomb thinking it was the one she was looking for. She very nearly went in hoping it would be a respite from the storm, but thought--she was close enough, why not keep going?

Something told her keep moving.

Her mother's ashes had never answered her. Would THESE?

She kept moving, keeping an eye out for danger or anything that might attack her, but the constant whoosh of the storm was all that her senses picked up. How much farther? Maybe the ashkhan had lied to her, maybe this was a chance for him to be rid of her. Maybe he was exactly as unfriendly as she'd heard--

And then, suddenly, she fell. Her hand reached for something to hold to and found nothing beneath it. She stumbled, and tumbled down a slope, and when she finally stood again there was an overwhelming feeling of oppression.

Of silence.

Of misery.

Once Sunchaser calmed down there was no sound but the heavy silence that covered them like a blanket.

"Hello?" she called out. The word echoed, and she fumbled for a torch to light. Once it was ready she lifted it, and looked around.

There was no answer.

She'd tumbled into some sort of tunnel between the different alcoves, and there was dust, grime, and spiderwebs everywhere. Looking into her bag again she took some sea glass and set a few chunks of it on the floor. The light of her torch caught on them nicely, and satisfied, she stood back up.

"Hello?" she called again.

Faint, so faint she could later not be convinced she'd heard it at all, there was finally something.

A sound of someone crying.

She walked forward, looking into the first alcove on her left, that lead into a room with a pit of sorts filled with ashes. As she knelt by the pit she saw several ghosts, or specters, approaching from the back of the room. At once she was afraid--reaching for her dagger, thinking the worst--but after a moment's thought she came up with something to say.

"I'm one of you!"

The specters stopped. Haj-deek pulled her hand away from the dagger and into another bag, producing a bit of pretty sea glass, which she laid on the edge of the pit against the ashes, as she had done so many times with her own mother's.

"I...I offer this bauble," she said in a shaky voice, "In reverence of my ancestors."

She folded her hands, and prayed as she had done for her own mother's ashes, as she had heard others say they did. Surely this would calm them down? If this was the first time the tomb had been visited since it was collapsed...they would have seen no one in all that time.

Guide me in what comes ahead, so I might know what to do to save my father.

It felt...it felt as though she were being watched. Never in all the time she had done this for her mother's ashes had there ever been this sensation of being seen, this feeling of not being alone.

She left the room without trouble, feeling a shift in the air as she moved. Minute, but noticeable all the same. A similar offering was left in the next room, and the next. As she moved along, however, she noticed she was being followed by some of the ghosts.

Who? was the only clear thing heard. Who?

"My father," she said, "My father was--is--one of you, and my mother...died having me."

As she approached the last and largest room, some of them drew closer. As the door opened, one of them--she couldn't quite tell who--spoke again.

(The relief was overwhelming. Family. They were family, in some way or another...she had a FAMILY.)

What is your name?

"H-Haj-deek. It's argonian...because...because I...was raised by argonians."

And then, amidst all the somber feeling, there was a sudden snap and change.

Damn lizards, naming one of our children in their tongue!

"My father doesn't know about me yet, I...I came to ask for...for guidance on how to help him. He's..."

Who is he?

First one voice, then several, then a veritable crowd, in what sounded like every possible age. Visible and invisible, they were surrounding her, swirling about her, clinging to her.

Who?

She stepped further into the room, utterly overwhelmed by the sound and weight of all those voices.

Who?

And then, finally, one last voice. Strong, like a wizened old woman.

Who is he?

"V....Voryn Dagoth," Haj-deek stuttered. She turned towards the pit of ashes before her, and saw a ghost rise from it--spectral robes, long hair, an air of absolute authority...and a face very similar to the one she saw nearly every time she looked in the mirror, albeit with a few obvious mistakes like sharper cheekbones and a softer chin. Was the Dagoth face really so strong it showed in every generation?

The woman, whoever she was, carried herself with the utmost noble superiority.

"In life I was Morvani Dagoth, the lady and head of House Dagoth. This," she gestured to the ash pit below her, "Is where many of the heads of our house were burned."

She turned to look at the ashes and bones, and then back towards Haj-deek.

"You are Voryn's child, you say? Well," the woman said, "That is a bold claim, child. I won't believe it until I see your face. Remove your helmet."

Haj-deek obeyed automatically, and lifted her helmet off.

"Well." The woman's face shifted, and a grim smile appeared. "There is no denying it now, is there? You are certainly Voryn's get. And what has my son to say about this?"

My son. So this woman was...her grandmother?

(You have FAMILY!)

"H-he doesn't know." Haj-deek started to kneel, but the woman stopped her with a quick, "No."

"You are a Dagoth, child. You need not kneel."

She took out a pearl from her bag, the last she had, and lay it on the small altar at the pit's side.

"Now tell me, why do you bear a name of the lizards when you are my son's child?"

"My mother--loved him, but...but didn't want to be part of his evil. She fled south and...and birthed me in the Argonian Embassy. They...gave me one of their names, and raised me."

"I see." The woman's gaze narrowed. "And my son? Does he know?"

"I don't know. I don't think so."

"You must make him aware, then."

Haj-deek took a deep breath.

"I always wanted a daughter, but was favored only with sons," the woman's voice grew gentler, "Approach, child."

She took a few steps forward, and the woman lifted her ghostly hands to Haj-deek's face. Morvani studied her for a few more moments, and then lowered her hands again.

"My son is a stubborn thing, he always has been. It is why I chose him to lead our noble House when my end was near. He had the strength and will to lead the others. But then...those cursed Tribunal betrayers convinced the king that Voryn was not to be trusted."

"Vivec wants to fix things now, but--"

"Now?" the woman was suddenly outraged, "That upjumped whore wants to fix things NOW? Now that he has had our House obliterated? Now that there is nothing for him to lose by raising you up again? Where is our justice for what he and his ilk have done? Where is the restitution for the destruction of our House?"

"Vivec," Haj-deek found her mouth suddenly dry, "Seems to think he has already suffered it."

Here she explained what she'd been shown and told, as far as Baar Dau's fall and the Red Year.

"He SHOULD lose his power. He should lose EVERYTHING, for what he's done to us."

"But for him to do that, I would...I would have to kill my father. I would have to..." Haj-deek took a deep and shaky breath. "Every move I could possibly make seems like the wrong one. Other dunmer always say - pray to your ancestors for guidance if you don't know what to do. What should I do, then? I can't kill him, or Vivec for that matter. If either of them dies Baar Dau destroys the city it hangs over and causes Red Mountain to erupt."

(She wanted not to be a pawn in anyone's plan, but the way OUT seemed too impossible to find without some guidance. And even Vivec was vague about what exactly she was meant to do.)

A few tears leaked out, and she didn't even try to stop them. Morvani observed this with an impassive stare, and after thirty seconds or so spoke up. "Stop your crying."

Haj-deek took a deep and shaky breath, and didn't look up.

"You are certain this is the only way?"

She nodded shakily. "Almalexia is...is...unstable, from what Vivec told me. Sotha Sil he's not sure of. If...I think he...might think my father's an easier bet for change than either of the other two despite...despite everything. Despite the corprus, the religion that he's...c...cultivated. If he falls, so does the rest of Morrowind. More than that, I don't know."

Morvani seemed to think.

"And he cannot craft this change himself. He needs you, the chosen of Azura?"

"I'm not the chosen of Azura anymore." Haj-deek gave a weak and weepy laugh. She felt half-put together, unstable, and yet...at least there, she felt more secure about it. The tomb was full of death, but the dead were all her family, and she fit there. "She wants my father dead too."

"Well. I never put much stock in worshipping her," Morvani huffed. "And now I have more reasons. Here's what you're going to do."

Haj-deek looked up.

"First of all - you're going to swear to me, here and now, that you will not harm Voryn Dagoth unless in self defense, and if it comes to that, you will not kill him."

"I--I will swear that. I do swear it." It was hasty, she knew it, but she didn't want to harm him.

"Secondly," and here the woman's tone softened, "You will not let yourself trust too much in the offered friendship of Vivec. He convinced Nerevar that my Voryn wasn't to be trusted and then stabbed him in the back, you should not rush to give him the chance to do it again...Nerevarine or not, he cannot be long trusted."

"I have the ring, so--and I didn't have a choice until now. I..."

"Listen to me, child." Morvani's tone stayed firm, "Voryn is not himself, which means YOU are my best chance to restore House Dagoth. If you are intent on this course of action with Vivec, I am not letting you do it alone. Are you listening?"

"Yes."

"Thirdly. You will tell me why Vivec thinks my son is more changeable. Did he do something?"

"That part I don't know," Haj-deek said, "He...I think he gave me some kind of power, but..."

"But?"

"I'm not supposed to use the words until it's time to speak them." Haj-deek pulled back and turned to the dust on the wall, and traced in it, AE GHARTOK PADHOME CHIM AE ALTADOON. Then she looked back to Morvani. "Vivec said when the time came to use these words...and I don't even know what they do."

The woman studied the words in silence for two or three minutes.

"I've seen mention of this...CHIM...now and then...but never did I think..."

"He apparently learned it from Molag Bal, if the tales are true," Haj-deek said quietly. "And...I get the idea...that it didn't give him what he wanted."

"Of course it didn't. If you want something, you must have a reason for it, or it will never give you what you seek. You cannot get what you can't define. Now--tell me why you want to save your father."

"So I can finally have one," Haj-deek drew herself up a bit, "The argonians did their best, but...I want a family, some people I can point to and say, 'that is my House.' I want what other Dunmer have. If I succeed here..."

"And that is as good a goal as any, with firm purpose." Morvani gave a slight smile. "You will make your journey, and when you come to my boy you will do everything possible to drag him out of whatever darkness has seized him. Do not rely on this supposed power if you don't have to...use it as a last resort."

"That...was the idea. I don't know what this power is...how it will work, if it even WILL work."

"And that is why it is the last resort."

"But how do I persuade him, then?" Haj-deek asked.

"You start by going to him and stating you wish to be acknowledged as his blood; with your face there will be no denying it. You learn about him--I will tell you what I can but I know very little of what he is now."

"And then?"

"You fight. You fight for him - for us," Morvani said, gesturing broadly toward the rest of the room, "For all those of us who can no longer fight for themselves."

A moment of relative silence passed. Haj-deek bowed her head slightly.

"Now, let me see..." The woman's tone shifted again, all brisk and business. "We must give you a name."

"A name? But I have a name."

"You have a name of the lizards, not a proper name fit for the child of a Great House." A smile crossed Morvani's spectral face. "I did always want a daughter...I had many names in mind...but I was only given sons."

A slight pause.

"You swear to spare your father's life, and to do all that you can to restore House Dagoth?"

"I swear," Haj-deek said quickly. "I will spare my father's life and do all that I can to restore House Dagoth."

Damn Azura, she had never done anything but harm to the family. What use was a daedra or a god who did nothing for her supposed favored one? She had already cast Azura aside but somehow this vow made it feel more, well, just more.

"Then I welcome you into my Great House," Morvani said. "Whatever name you go by to the rest of the world - to us you are now Dagoth Sunnar. A blessing come in our darkest hour."

#thanks trickstarbrave for letting me use mama dagoths name #welcome home nerevarine #nerevarine #morrowind #fanfiction #tes #tesblr #elder scrolls #dagoth ur #divath fyr #corprus #moon and star

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cloudycleric · 2 years

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teehee just a little fic i wrote

“Will!” Joyce called out from the kitchen, waking the boy up. “Mike’s here!”

Will rubbed his eyes, seeing the sunshine of late day make rays in his bedroom. Everything was still. He wished that he could go back to sleep. He had fallen asleep sitting up, reading, wrapped up in the most fuzzy blanket that he could get his hands on. He was warm, comfortable, calm.

Mike. Will sat up straight, causing some folds of the blanket to expose his arm. He shivered at the sudden coldness of it, immediately regretting his decision. Before he could readjust himself, he heard a knock at the door.

“Come in,” he said.

The door opened soundlessly, revealing Mike, looking cute as usual. Will looked away, flushed, and full of shame.

“Hey,” Will removed his blanket, throwing it to the side of his bed. He moved to stand up, facing himself with Mike and his soft face, his freckles, his charcoaled color hair. His eyes, which usually came off cold and uninterested, turning into the most understanding and compassionate eyes that Will had ever seen, rather than the ones his mother gave him.

“What’s up?” His voice was serene, peaceful. A tone that Mike only used with Will.

Will felt like he might die, his heart pounded fast. Calm down. You’ll be obvious if you keep this up. “Nothing, just reading.”

“Cool,” Mike walked towards his nightstand, lingering a bit to read the title of the book Will was reading, which still remained on his bed, tangled in the blankets. “Well, uhm—sorry for coming unannounced…”

“Oh, don’t worry about it,” Will smiled. No matter how much he cursed himself for having a crush on him, another boy, Mike always got to him. He always made him feel safe, a yellowish-orange color, warm in his stomach, forcing a laugh or a smile out of him. Mike made him feel good.

Mike smiled back. “Good.” He walked and sat down on the carpet of Will’s bedroom, looking a bit awkward just sitting there. Will followed his lead and sat down across from him. “Hey—” his voice shook.

“What?” He asked, his voice filled with curiosity.

“Well uhm…” he looked off into the distance, outside Will’s bedroom window. “I’m—okay. This is… let’s see…”

Will’s interest peaked. He unconsciously leaned in.

Mike immediately saw Will limiting the space between them, becoming a little uncomfortable. He tried to not let it show as he slowly let himself lay on the floor behind him, still thinking about how he should act and what exactly he should say next. “I’ve been doing a lot of thinking… and well… okay. I want to tell you something but I’m just—it’s scary. Like what you said back in that junkyard with the cars. About opening up.”

What does he want to tell me? Will thought, maybe he’s in love with me. He immediately brushed the idea off, not wanting to get his hopes up and thinking about how probable that was to actually happen. “Mhm…?”

“It’s just… ugh. Uhm…” He put his hands over his face, struggling to find the right words. “I’ve been talking to Robin lately, and well… I just… I don’t know what to do, Will.” Rubbing his eyes, he tried to collect himself. “I want to tell you so badly. But, if it doesn’t go down well, I don’t think you’ll want to still be friends with me. Which would just be too painful for me.”

Will bit his lip, thinking. “It’s okay Mike,” he replied. “I won’t stop being friends with you over something stupid. I’m with you till the end of time.” Crazy together. He could hear Mike smile briefly.

“I know, I’m probably overreacting, but still, it’s scary.” Mike took in a deep breath and slowly sat up again, meeting Will’s eyes. “I’m just gonna say it. And try not to cut me off until I’m done, ‘kay?”

Will nodded, on the edge of his seat.

“I want to kiss you. I want to kiss you so badly it hurts. I’ve always wanted to, I just never really knew how to process what I was feeling. And what I feel is that I want to kiss you so bad that it hurts. I love you so much, Will. I love you. IloveyouIloveyouIloveyou.” He was turning more red by the minute. “I just, I want to kiss you. I can’t stop saying it. I want to kiss you.”

The entire world stopped. Will was still trying to comprehend what Mike was saying to him, what he felt about it—the overwhelm of emotions made him stop, shut down completely. He felt like throwing up, in a good way. Everything was overflowing from him—especially happiness. He was so happy he couldn’t even smile, it would do his emotions a disservice—he needed something otherworldly to express his happiness.

“I want to kiss you,” he was on the verge of tears. “I want to kiss you. I want to kiss you.”

Will almost started to cry as well. All words left him. He tried to communicate ‘please do’ through the slightest expressions, by the tilt of his head, by the look in his eyes. All he could muster up was slowly moving his hand out, towards Mike’s.

Mike looked down, seeing Will’s hands. He knew exactly what this meant. He always knew exactly what Will meant—years of staring at him, talking with him, laughing with him had prepared him for this moment. There was no greater joy in the world. Mike placed his hands on Will’s cheeks and leaned in, closing the gap between them.

They were finally able to feel each other’s soft lips, the feeling of their faces together. His hands on Will’s face, the way Will’s hands were given a burst of energy as they flew up to touch Mike’s elbow, the way he instantaneously leaned into the kiss. They never wanted it to end. Everything they could have possibly wanted.

The boys stayed kissing until Mike had to break away to get some air. He looked dazed, brushed with cherries and roses. He felt perfect serenity and tranquility. He didn’t take long to lean back in. Will did not complain.

The day would last forever and innocent kisses would fill the minutes, the hours. The sunshine from Will’s window hit them perfectly, adding a pure warmth and coziness that wrapped them up.

From that day on, they were always tangled in each other, and gave each other kisses whenever they had the chance.

They had never been happier.

#byler #byler fic #my writing

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polandspringz · 2 years

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Episode 1 of Sugar Apple Fairy Tale thoughts-

OBVIOUSLY the slave master plot line is making me SO uncomfortable, like I do not want to have to put a “but” in this post BUT I need to get that out of the way

I saw ppl in the CR comments talking about how this series DOES seem like it wants to address the moral issues of it though, and I agree, which is what’s making me not write this show off immediately (like with shield hero)

Anne is an interesting character because she wants to understand fairies, believes she does because she knows about their culture, but at the same time is (and yes you can laugh at me for this) was raised in a culture or society where she thinks she’s “one of the good ones” where she can participate in the buying and selling and fairies but as long as she sets them free at the end she wasn’t bad- I think it’s interesting to think about what else she could have done rather than buying a warrior fairy; she could have bought the fairy and immediately freed it, yes, and she could have also hired a human mercenary to be her guard instead; why a fairy? Unless this is a world where they only use fairies for those sorts of jobs

Anyway, I will be sticking this show out because I AM interested; Shall telling Anne to order him and trying to force her to be cruel was a bit too much for me (I legit was like SERIOUSLY TAKE UR KINK ROLEPLAY OFFSCREEN PLEASE) and I haven’t checked if this is categorized as a shoujo but if so, kind of disappointing they didn’t animate like a full fight scene at the end of the episode (I heard about Rose King being mostly stills during action scenes, so Sad if that’s gonna continue being a problem for shoujo, but this IS jc staff we’re working with). Lastly I’m hoping that Anne just gives him the wing back because GIRL, I get the situation of he would just RUN if she gave it to him but again, cycling back to the whole “she could’ve hired a human merc instead”, maybe she could give him the wing back and then pay him with something fairies value instead like she’s actually hiring him? Like sugar?

#sugar apple fairy tale

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blancetude · 2 years

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Of Rain & Lilacs

Part 02

Alpha!Jungkook x F!Omega!Chubby!Reader

❝ I broke my rules for you. ❞

PART 01

➢ 𝔰𝔶𝔫𝔬𝔭𝔰𝔦𝔰: When Jeon Jungkook first met the strange Omega everyone had been whispering of she looked every bit like a delicate butterfly, not knowing he would eventually pluck her wings.

➢ 𝔤𝔢𝔫𝔯𝔢: angst, fluff, dub-con, strangers to friends to lovers to estranged (lol)

➢ 𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: Verbal & Physical Bullying, Fat Shaming, Eventual Dubcon Smut-ish, Lots of Tears

➢ 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱: 4.1k

** NOT PROOFREAD **

➢ 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

➢ 𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱: @thiccchocolatebar @mwitsmejk

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You huffed as you tried to scratch the annoying itch under your wellness collar. The thick strap of leather hung heavy on your neck and made it uncomfortable to keep on for long.

“Must suck wearing those, they look so restrictive.” Yugeom whispered from where he sat across from you.

You’d gone to the library in hopes of some productive study time before the upcoming exam weeks when you’d run into the giant baby-faced beta.

It was only your second time hanging out with him without Jungkook there, first being a short walk to the science building, but you found his presence to be rather calming. He was adorable and fun to talk to so you didn’t feel awkward at all.

“Yeah, I wish they weren’t mandatory, I mean not all Alphas are lust-driven maniacs waiting to bond with anything on legs.”

Yugeom gave you a sympathetic nod and pout, agreeing that it wasn’t fair.

“Amen sis.”

Since the beginning of time, the government had put heavy restrictions and laws onto Omegas, specifically unmated ones. Those who did not have a mate must wear what they do affectionately call a Wellness Collar, though there was nothing nice about it, it was useful in preventing accidental or forced bonds onto Omegas.

You had no problem with being safe but they were uncomfortable and made you look like cattle. Only mated Omegas were allowed to take them off, them being deemed ‘owned’ already.

If you had it your way you would make Alphas who couldn’t control themselves wear muzzles, why were Omegas the ones who needed to suffer?

“At least yours is cute.” Yugeom added, pointing to a butterfly stick on the left side of your collar.

Your chest puffed out in pride at his compliment, happy that your decorating skills are finally being acknowledged.

“You should see my apartment, I got a lot of crazy cool stuff going on in there.”

“Wow you‘d invite Yugeom before me? And I thought we were close.” You froze as the familiar scent of rain and lilacs filled your entire being.

Jungkook grinned and took the seat next to you after giving Yugeom a side hug, wrapping his arm around your shoulder as a friendly greeting as well.

The Alpha looked like he just got out of the gym, his sleeveless black tee shirt did almost nothing to hide his inked arm and firmly toned biceps.

You had to look away before you actually drooled on your textbook.

“Of course she’d invite me first, I’m obviously the cuter one.” Yugeom grinned, running a hand through his dirty blonde hair.

Jungkook laughed and rolled his eyes before turning to you and giving you the biggest puppy-dog eyes.

“(Y/n)ie, invite me too I wanna see your crazy cool stuff.”

You thought about it for a millisecond before agreeing. It wouldn’t be so bad to have two very handsome boys in your apartment, right?

“Okay, how about this Friday?” You tilted your head in thought.

“A sleepover! I’ll bring the drinks!” Yugeom whisper yelled, fists pumping in the air.

Jungkook tsked at his friends suggestion even if it did sound fun. “Don’t just make plans on your own Yug,” The Alpha scolded. “It’s up to Cherry here on what we do.”

Yugeom raised a brow at his friends words. “Are you sure cause (Y/n) more excited about the idea than I do.”

Jungkook turned back to see your eyes wide and practically sparking at the suggestion.

You blushed softly and looked down, twiddling your fingers shyly at being caught. “Sorry– This is just the first time I’ve had someone so excited to hang out with me, a sleep over sounds fun.”

The boys felt their hearts clench at how pure and innocent you were.

“Don’t worry, we’re gonna show you how to properly conduct a sleep over, trust me I’m a professional.” Jungkook gave you that charming boyish grin that made your cheeks feel hot.

“Party at (Y/n)’s!” Yugeom cheered before getting numerous shushing from all around.

“Sorry sorry-“ Jungkook bowed as you covered your mouth to muffle your giggles.

“We should head out, it’s getting late and I have a test tomorrow morning.” You sighed, starting to pack your things up, Yugeom doing the same.

The three of you barely made it out of the pine double doors before you heard, “Kookie!”

Gaeun and Jangmi stood in their expensive designer clothes looking every bit like vogue models.

Their eyes slim and seductive as they eyed Jungkook and Yugeom so openly, you’d think they’d jump them on the spot.

“Hey Gaeun, finishing class?” Jungkook gave her a friendly smile, Yugeom waving politely to his side.

“Hi– oh you’re here too...” Gaeun’s smile dropped when she saw you in between the two tall boys.

You gripped the strap of your purse tightly, trying not to show your nervous ticks.

“Are you two free Friday? We were planning on going out for drinks!” Gaeun smiled, her perfect pearly teeth peeking out behind glossy cherry lips.

“I thought it was a girls night?” Jangmi questioned, earning an elbow jab to the ribs from her friend.

Jungkook shook his head, his heavy arm slinging over your shoulder. “Sorry but we promised (Y/n)ie that we’d have our own girls night.”

“Maybe next time!” Yugeom concluded before bidding the girls a good night and dragging you off.

“Jangmi looked like she was gonna eat me.” Yugeom shivered dramatically making you laugh, trying not to think about the warmth of Jungkook’s firm side against your arm.

The boys walked you to the end of the large campus happily chatting away about the most mundane things that made your cheeks hurt from the amount of smiles they forced out of you.

Gaeun couldn’t tear her eyes away from the way Jungkook pressed you against his side, almost like he cared for you more than he led on.

She clenched her fist tightly to her side, knuckles white against her already milky skin.

It should have been her with Jungkook. She was always chased by man after man, so why would she get him to spare her even the smallest glance?

She watched until the three of you disappeared from sight before swiftly turning on her heels and stalking off, a worried Jangmi behind her.

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By the time Friday rolled around, you were a nervous wreck. Your hands and knees were raw from all the time you spent on them scrubbing and cleaning every inch of your small apartment.

Now you were at the little convenience store across the street trying to decide what kind of snacks you’d get for your friends.

You weren’t too picky with what you liked and you hoped they were the same. Without much thought you loaded your little basket with a small mountain of snacks and went to the front to pay.

The cashier was a cute looking girl, tall and slim with wavy brown hair and big doll eyes. She didn’t look much younger than yourself.

She must be new you thought, you hadn’t seen here before and you came to the store regularly. Still she looked strangely familiar.

She greeted you with a bright smile that turned her eyes into crescents when it was your turn.

You looked down at your basket, suddenly feeling insecure of the amount of food you had. It was almost like suddenly everyone was watching you, their eyes digging into the back of your head.

Should you put some of them back? They probably weren’t surprised someone your size would get so much junk food. I mean look at you.

Your fingers shook slightly as you lifted the basket onto the white counter, trying to shield the view of your snack mountain with your body as best you could, your eyes glued down.

Just pay and leave, simple as that.

You saw the girls slim fingers bring the basket closer to herself before a gasp left her lips.

There it was. You just knew she was going to comment on your choices.

“Oh my god! They brought the honey butter chips back?! Where did you get these?” The girl held the bag up with both hands beside her pretty face.

You looked up, blinking at her unexpected question.

“Uh… I found them by the drinks.” You pointed dumbly behind you in the vague direction.

“I can’t believe it! I need to put some aside before they sell out! I’ve been waiting for this flavor since like forever ago!” Her bubbly voice rang a bit loud, her hands waving wildly by her sides as she spoke.

You couldn’t help the laugh that left your lips at how she reacted.

“Have you tried the apple flavor? It’s so good! Well not as good as these of course but wow they’re yummy!” She happily chatted away, barely letting you get more than a few words in as she recommended snack after snack while she scanned and bagged your items.

“Thanks for the recommendations, I can tell you have good taste.” You smiled, looping the bag around your wrist.

“I promise you won’t regret it!” She nodded, “I’m hoping to become a chef when I’m older, so I like trying new flavors.”

“How old are you?” You questioned.

“Oh I’m 18!” She held out her hand for you to shake which you gladly did. Her skin was cool and you could almost faintly smell crisp apples and strawberries.

All workers were required to apply scent blocker patches onto their necks as to not attract or disrupt their daily duties but the cashier’s scent was refreshing and welcoming, you guessed just like her personality.

“I’m Saeun! Nice to meet you…” she tilted her head cutely, waiting for you to say your own name.

“Oh! I’m (Y/n), it’s nice to meet you as well.”

Saeun quickly bowed in respect making you laugh at her cute actions. She really was just a kid.

“I hope to see you again (Y/n)!” You hummed and waved, taking your bag out and quickly making your way back to your apartment.

Saeun was adorable, you wished you had a little sister like her. You were the middle child, two older brothers before you and two younger brothers after you.

Being the only girl in a family of boys would sound like a dream for most but it was anything like that for you.

Your Mother made it her life goal to make you feel like your birth was a mistake. You wanted to believe that she did love you at one point in time, maybe when you were a baby but what made her change her mind?

She began to grow colder and colder the older you got. You were never pretty enough, skinny enough, smart enough. Once you presented as an Omega, whatever little love and kindness (if any at all) your Mother had for you disappeared in an instant.

You still faintly remember her retreating figure, disgusted and angry drowning her aging face when you called out for her in fear. The awakening of your wolf was unfamiliar and frightening and you just needed your mommy, please I’m scared.

Your Father was no better, if not worse. He was only a spectator in your endless torture. Only focusing on his sons, even turning the youngest boys against you.

Your youngest brother was such an angel as a child, never leaving you out despite your mother warning him to not get too close to you. He’d sneak into your room at night and huddle with you under your thin covers, giving you some snacks he’d sneaked out when your mother sent you to bed without dinner.

He too changed. When he presented as an Elite Alpha just as his other brothers have, he began to pull away. Your Father told him he was special, that he should not be around a Lowly Omega, that he was better.

You hadn’t thought of him much until this moment. Despite taking the first chance at escaping your family, you still tried to get into contact with your siblings. It wasn’t their fault they were brainwashed, you still loved them. If only they would pick up your calls.

Bing!

You fished your cellphone out of your back pocket, looking through the spam of texts Yugeom and Jungkook sent you in the group chat they created.

You laughed to yourself at their childish use of bunny and puppy stickers after almost every message, letting you know that they were on their way.

You tossed the bag of snacks onto the coffee table that was pushed to the other side of the room, a large mess of pillows and blankets took charge in the middle of your living room.

Despite living with only Alphas, you had no idea what their sleeping needs where. Your Omega became anxious at the sight of the mess. Only having known to make nests, your fingers twitched at the need to make the biggest most fluffiest nest for the boys. But would they be uncomfortable?

Nests were a sacred thing for Omegas. It was so raw and intimate, to be let into an Omega’s nest meant that they trusted you with their life.

You didn’t have time to think it over when two loud knocks followed by a call of your name made you flinch.

Shit they’re here already?

You threw a few pillows around before rushing to the door, swinging it open to reveal your very handsome and excited looking friends.

Yugeom was clad in a large green university hoodie and grey sweatpants while Jungkook had his signature black basketball shorts and oversized plain white t-shirt.

“(Y/n)ie!” Yugeom stepped in, pulling you into a bone crushing hug despite holding bags of what looked suspiciously like bottles and more snacks. “Ready for the best night of your life?!”

Jungkook tsked and playfully shoved his friend further into the room. “Ignore him.” He rolled his eyes before he smiled warmly at your smaller figure, pulling you into a gentle hug. “Hi cherry.” He almost whispered, lips dangerously close to your ear.

You tried to will your beating heart to relax as you accepted the hug, his warmth so kind and welcoming.

“Hi.” You whispered back, disappointed when he pulled away and walked into your apartment.

He let out a low whistle as his chocolate eyes scanned the low-lit room. Your pink walls were generously filled with pastel colored frames containing art prints from your favorite artists while your multicolored furniture sat comfortably on a black and white checkered rug.

Jungkook felt his heart warm at the sight of the messy nest in the middle of the living room.

Yugeom must have felt the same, his wide eyes focused at the same sight.

You followed their gaze, wondering why they were so quiet before your cheeks flushed.

“Oh! That’s just- my bed isn’t big enough for all of us so I thought we could set camp here.” You walked into the nest and tossed a few blankets around aimlessly to keep yourself from nervously picking at your fingers.

Jungkook took one step forward, reaching out to take one of your hands in his much bigger one.

“Look at me beautiful.” And how could you not when he asked so sweetly?

His brown eyes softened, thumb gently rubbing get back of your hand.

“Is it okay for Yugeom and I to enter your not nest?”

In that moment you couldn’t deny what you were afraid of in the past few months.

You liked Jungkook.

You liked liked Jungkook.

He was so sweet and caring. He didn’t judge you when you’d do anything abnormal in fact he even joined you and went out of his way to hang out with you. Before the smoothie incident you were virtually invisible to him and now he was a constant in your life that made you look forward to the start of your days.

Then there was Yugeom. Big dumb baby faced Yugeom who showed you only kindness since the first day Jungkook brought him along. The boy was so childish and happy, you felt like he was the big brother you’d always hoped for.

So of course you wanted them in your not nest.

You gently squeezed Jungkook’s hand, giving him a silent nod.

Jungkook’s bunny smile was dazzling as he stepped in fully into the pile and dragged you down to sit beside him as Yugeom dove in, throwing his arms around you dramatically and thank you for your permission.

The rest of the night was much better than you’d expected. The boys made you laugh with all their jokes and silly stories till you felt like your lungs were going to collapse and they took turns shoving snacks into your hands.

You didn’t know it at the time but Jungkook had been secretly watching you. He noticed that you never reached for food whenever it was present, even if you made it, and when you did you’d only take the tiniest piece as if ashamed for even wanting a taste in the first place.

“Ah this are spicy!” Yugeom whined, fanning a hand near his open mouth as he read the ingredients on the chip bag.

“I told you and you still didn’t listen.” Jungkook laughed from where he lay on your right, fiddling with an eyeliner pen you had on your coffee table.

“So how much did this thing cost?” He held the pen up closer to show you, brows furrowed in confusion since you’d told him the price of your compact earlier.

You told him the price and watch his eyes widen almost comically at your answer. “What?” He gasped, “that’s like five meals worth!”

You shrugged, taking the pen from him and uncapping it. “But it does the job right.”

“I think BamBam uses that brand too–“ Yugeom hummed and he leaned in, looking over your shoulder at your hands.

“I’m not surprised you know that Geommie.” Jungkook teased at the mention of the other Beta.

Yugeom’s cheeks and ears reddened in record time and he sat back like Jungkook had tried to hit him.

“H-He carries it with him so much, how could anyone not know?” He grumbled, turning away shyly.

Almost as if on cue Yugeom’s phone began to ring, the tone a soft piano etude he’d written a paper on.

The screen lit up to show ‘BB’ with an array of hearts after it.

Jungkook didn’t have to say anything, didn’t even have to blink for Yugeom to snatch his phone off the blanket and shoot up from his seat, clutching the device to his chest.

“I’ll be right back.” Was the only explanation he gave before he clumsily made his way out the front door, even forgetting his shoes.

“Who’s BamBam?” You questioned the Alpha.

“Yugeom’s fated pair.” He said simply, watching with a grin as your lips formed a small ‘o’ shape.

“No way? That’s so cute!” You smiled in glee. Fated pairs were one in a million, stuff you see in romantic movies or read about in cheesy novels. The fact that Yugeom was given the chance of a life time made your heart melt.

“How wonderful.” You sighed dreamily, unconsciously snuggling closer to Jungkook. He watched you for a few seconds with his own dreamy smile before playfully bumping your shoulders together.

“You think ya got a fated pair out here somewhere?”

You blinked at his question, taking some time to think.

“Maybe?” You questioned. “At least I hope I do. It seems beautiful to have such a strong bond with someone you’d least expect. But even if I don’t have a fated pair, it’ll just be nice to be wanted.”

Jungkook chuckled and nodded along, resting his head on your shoulder, sending your heart into a fury.

“I agree. Well, to love someone you’d least expect. Crazy how the right person can be right next you and you wouldn’t even know it, huh?”

Oh if only he knew.

You placed with your wellness collar and hummed, not trusting your voice at the moment.

Jungkook looked up at you from his position before sliding down so his head was rested atop your plush thighs instead, seeming content with his new pillow.

“Hey Cherry, you should do my makeup. It’s girls night ain’t it?” You raised a brow at the raven-haired alpha before scoffing a laugh.

“Yeah yeah let me use my expensive eyeliner on your big ol’ eyes.” You giggled and uncapped the pen, leaning down as Jungkook grinned and closed his eyes, presenting his full face to you.

At this angle you could see all of his handsome face. Oh how you wanted to pinch his cheeks, maybe kiss his adorable nose or trace the sharp line of his jaw.

You tried to concentrate as much as you could, you really really did but it was hard when you had the object of yours (and everyone else’s) desires propped so prettily on your lap for the taking.

You stilled your shaky hand and dragged the pen along his delicate lash line, stopping yourself from counting each beautiful strand.

He shifted a little saying you were tickling him only to get a playful flick to his forehead as a warning.

“I can’t work in these conditions!” You huffed, throwing your arms up dramatically. “Mango agrees with me.”

Jungkook laughed and gave you a strange look. “Mango? I thought it was just us here.”

You didn’t hesitate to point to a strawberry plush you had leaning against an armchair.

“Baby that’s a strawberry.”

“Your point?”

You and Jungkook stared at each other, flashbacks to your Smeaches conversation replaying in his head.

He threw his head back and laughed, hand coming up to pinch your chubby cheek between two rough fingers.

“Don’t ever change, promise me you won’t.”

You whined and tried to pull away but it was fruitless as his playful banter suddenly turned into a tickling match that had you pressed back into the floor with Jungkook hovering above you, his attack relentless and unforgiving on your sides as you cried and begged for mercy.

Your laughs were loud and contagious, almost silly and unusual but Jungkook found himself falling in love with the sound, wanting nothing more than to pull his phone out and record the beautiful sound to listen to forever.

“Pl-Please! I surrender, you win! N-No mo–re!” You tried to take in deep breathes, your stomach and lungs contracting painfully as he tickled you like he wanted you dead.

Jungkook suddenly stopped, his arms now resting on either side of your head as he beamed down at you, his black hair falling into his eyes, a beautiful display that left you speechless.

“Sorry cherry, I just love hearing you laugh. You gotta do it more often, okay?”

He leaned down at the last word, as if trying to sell his point.

Your mouth opened and closed making you look like a fish as you tried to retaliate but nothing left your throat. Your omega stirred in desire, trying to force you to present your unmated neck to the gorgeous alpha but you refused. Damn your instincts.

Jungkook kept quiet himself, studying your features closely much like you have but this time without shame.

His eyes trailed from your fluffy hair, your long lashes, cute nose and cheeks, and finally your lips.

Take. Take. Take.

His Alpha purred, not being able to resist such a beautiful omega under himself.

His actions didn’t go unnoticed, your thighs unconsciously clenching as he hungrily eyed your lips.

Did he possibly feel the same way? Should you just go for it? College was all about experience right? Maybe just a little question wouldn’t hurt–

“Jungkook–“

“Woah, am I interrupting something?”

You jumped at Yugeom’s low teasing whistle behind you, shooting up and accidentally tossing Jungkook off of you, sending him tumbling into a pile of pillows.

“NO!“ you yelled, standing and fixing your hoodie, ears burning hot.

“We were just— meditating.”

Yugeom gave you a deadpanned look.

You gave a pained smile back.

“Anyways can we watch a movie? There’s this really scary one I’ve been wanting to see on Netflix.” Yugeom smiled, jumping back into the nest landing directly on the Alpha who grunted.

“I’ll make some popcorn.” You squeaked and made your escape to the kitchen, leaving the boys in silence.

“So did you ask her out yet?“ Yugeom snickered, shoving a blanket at his friend.

Jungkook easily swatted it away, shushing him with a glare.

“Not yet.” He spoke in a hushed whisper. “Soon. Very soon.”

#reader insert #smut and fluff #fluff fluff fluff #alpha jungkook #jungkook x reader #bts x female reader #bts fanfic #omega reader #chubby reader #female reader #blancetudefics

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monocaelia · 3 years

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tending to their wounds

they cannot evade death. but with you around, they're invincible.

feat. albedo, childe, diluc, kaeya, kazuha, xiao

genre : headcanons, fluff, angst [for xiao and kazuha], hurt/comfort

warnings : blood and injury. death mention. minor cursing.

❀ albedo

it's to no one's surprise that albedo isn't human, meaning he doesn't have the same bodily functions as the others in mondstadt do. his body cannot bleed nor can he feel much pain. that's not to say he can't at all, but a simple prick from a piece of shattered flask can't really do the young alchemist any harm.

flasks breaking or nicking himself while conducting his own research never really phased the alchemist. despite the warnings his assistant gave him about laboratory safety, he didn't need to heed them if the injuries didn't apply to him, did he?

it's safe to say that the chief alchemist is... perplexed to say the least at seeing you worry over him. he wasn't expecting you to come rushing through his laboratory door when you heard the sound of falling glass and nearly climbed over all of his equipment to come to his aid.

"really, you shouldn't have to worry," his gentle voice reassures you, but his attempts to calm you down are futile. instead, albedo is met with your furrowed brows in concentration and your fingers brushing against his as you inspect his invisible wounds.

"yeah well, maybe if you were more careful in your laboratory i wouldn't be here worrying over you, would i?" albedo sighs at your response and decides to let you do as you please to his 'injuries.'

the alchemist's teal eyes follow your movements as you reach for the bandages in the first aid kit and begin to wrap them around his finger tips. he doesn't miss the way your tongue pokes out from between your lips as you concentrate on the task in front of you.

despite not needing to worry much about him, albedo finds it endearing that you care so much about his wellbeing. how much you care about him, how often you check up on him and make sure he never overworks himself. you truly are a caring individual, a ray of warm sunshine in his life.

you meet albedo's gaze when your name leaves his lips, eyes filled with curiosity at what he could possibly want.

"thank you for tending to me." he thanks you with tender smile on his face, his spare hand gently ruffling your hair. the flustered expression on your face is hard to miss, especially when you quickly duck your head down and away from the alchemist.

you stutter out that 'this is nothing!' and continue on wrapping albedo's faux injuries. though, the alchemist finds the way your hands shake as they brush against his skin adorable.

❀ childe

childe is a war criminal, in case you missed it. it's not uncommon to find the young man fighting an entire hoard of enemies by himself. the thrill of battle never seems to be enough for him, as he constantly seeks anything that could satiate his need for exhilaration.

finding scars or fresh injuries on the harbinger is the usual for you, regardless of whether or not they're shallow wounds or deep gashes that gush blood and stain your poor floor. not that childe minds anyways, he sees his battle scars as medals of the many fights he has won and wears them with pride.

but, despite being one of the fatui harbingers and an absolute beast on the battlefield, that doesn't stop you from worrying about his wellbeing.

your brows furrow in concern at the sight of childe in front of you; body worn from using his foul legacy form one too many times in succession and injuries sustained from his earlier fight. he shouldn't have protected you, really you could have protected yourself. and yet...

"you're going to ruin yourself if you keep going into your other form all the time, you know." childe laughs weakly at your lecturing; that's all he can do right now anyways. you catch your lip in between your teeth as you rub a cooling ointment on the harbinger's body. "this isn't funny. you can't just die. then no one would be the eleventh harbinger and you-"

"i would leave you alone?" childe smiles when you send him a glare. his rough hand finds yours, squeezing it lightly in reassurance. there's not a chance in the world that he would succumb to death just yet. childe is still young, and there are many others that he hasn't had the pleasure of fighting against.

and he sure as abyss can’t pass away without saying how he truly feels about you.

you grumble to the snezhnayan that you could've handled it all alone, that you didn't need him to go all berserk on the ruin guards that had surrounded you earlier. instead, childe laughs and places a weak hand on your forearm. "i know, but that was the perfect time to show you just how well i can fight. maybe then, you'll finally accept my feelings."

a white lie, really. even though childe knows that you could've handled it yourself, he acted on instinct back then. the thought of you being harmed in any way sends a chill down the harbinger's spine. he wouldn't forgive himself if he reacted a second too late and you ended up hurt as a consequence.

what's the point of harboring the power of the abyss if he couldn't protect the ones he loved.

you roll your eyes at his answer, choosing to quietly resume cleaning up childe's wounds in hopes that he doesn't say anything more embarrassing. as your fingers brush against the snezhnayan's freckled skin, you don't miss the way he leans towards your touch and the happy hum rumbling from his chest.

❀ diluc

the darknight hero is not one to lose his battles, let alone allow any of his enemies lay a finger on him. trained by the knights and his own father, diluc's fighting style is difficult to intercept and finding a weak spot in his defense is futile. even if his sword is too slow, his fists will be glad to meet those that oppose him.

that isn't to say he doesn't get hurt every now and then. you've caught him with bandages wrapped around his hand, blood soaked gauze around his torso. as long as the job was done, diluc didn't mind the wounds he received in battle.

he isn't used to others tending to his wounds, as nobody really knows he's the darknight hero and protects mondstadt in the middle of the night. so when you catch him in the act of cleaning his wounds and offer to help, he kind of freezes up.

diluc wants to decline your offer, sure that he could finish this up by himself. and besides, he doesn't want to burden you with his consequences so late at night. but he knows you would keep bugging him and complain later that he didn't "love you" or whatever dramatic act you'd be committing in the near future.

it's hard to look at you when you're so close to the red haired vigilante. granted, diluc has always been pretty close with you, seeing as the two of you grew up together and shared most of your memories with one another (and kaeya).

but being physically close to you... is another story. your fingers lightly touching his skin, your face so close to his as you inspect other wounds on his body, your hands roaming the expanse of his chest to remove his shirt in case it hid any other injuries you could have missed.

diluc's hands twitch when you inch even closer to him. if he wanted to, it would take one swift movement to have his lips on yours. one swift movement to hold you in his arms and feel the way your skin melts into his.

but the vigilante has self-control and would rather die than make you uncomfortable.

diluc releases a shaky breath when you finally move away from his body, though it's only a brief moment of respite since you immediately move back into your previous position after grabbing more bandages. absolutely perfect for the poor vigilante.

he clears his throat when your hands slide down his arms to reassure the pressure is enough to keep his wounds from reopening and bleeding out. it is then that you realize what you've been doing to the poor red haired man and how close you've been to him and his body.

"oh? what could you possibly be thinking about, mr. ragnvindr?" you tease, raising an eyebrow and sending diluc a playful smile. you fail to suppress your laughter when he scrunches up his face and turns his face away from you, his ears burning a wonderful shade of bright pink.

"i think it's time for you to leave." shocked, you try and apologize and get him to let you stay a little bit more. the night is still young, and he still has more injuries to be looked at! but diluc pays you no mind.

not like he'd have the heart to actually kick you out of his room anyways.

❀ kaeya

the captain of the calvary isn't one to fight, always looking for people to do his dirty work so he doesn't have to. why bother exerting more energy than you already have when you can make others do it for you? it's more fun that way, anyways.

that doesn't mean kaeya is incapable of fighting. if needed to, the blue haired captain would gladly point his sword at the enemy to keep them at bay or spar a fellow knight. scratches and shallow scrapes are what you mostly see from him.

you aren't expecting to be called into the knights of favonius headquarters and be greeted by the calvary captain battered up and bruised in the infirmary.

"you're squeezing me too hard," kaeya comments nonchalantly, as if he isn't bleeding to death on the bed right now. "you'll cut off circulation in my arm if you keep doing that." you shoot him a glare, but the blue haired captain only laughs at you. you tighten the bandage on his arm.

you refuse to get tangled up in anymore of kaeya's antics. it's all his fault you've aged ten years because of him and his stupid actions and refusing to ask for help despite the mission being bigger than anyone could handle. alone at least. it's not like you don't trust him, but a little extra help isn't bad to have.

your frown deepens when your eyes flit up to stare at the blood soaked shirt covering kaeya's chest. you order him to take it off so you can inspect his injury, which was a mistake on your part.

"oh? shouldn't you ask me on a date first before being this forward?" kaeya's laughter rings around the infirmary seeing your deadpan expression at his joke. maybe you should just leave, just leave this stupid man to bleed to death on this infirmary bed. maybe then you would finally be at peace.

"well. maybe i would have asked you on a date if you weren't so stupid to take this dumb mission alone. you could have died, asshole." kaeya only hums in response, which pisses you off even more. it's like he didn't have a care in the world.

in the midst of your grumblings and cleaning of kaeya's wounds, you miss the tender look he gives you; warm and gentle. the captain finds it nice to have someone care for someone like him after so long.

it wasn’t his fault he wanted to do this alone. well, it was, but it’s hard for kaeya to rely on others and be vulnerable to those around him despite how long he’s known them. his walls are built high, refusing to let anybody in in case he accidentally hurts them in the future.

he wonders if you'd miss him if he disappeared one day, but the way your brows furrow in concern at seeing how bad the gash in his chest confirms his answer.

kaeya’s endearing, warm smile is replaced with the usual smug smirk when you look up to meet his gaze. one day, he hopes he’ll be able to let his walls down around you.

"you know, you're really cute when you worry over me. maybe i should get injured more often." the look of shock at kaeya's comment is evident on your flustered face and it takes everything in him to not laugh and open up his wounds again.

❀ kazuha

kazuha isn't one to easily get injured, well at least seriously injured. he was raised by a prestigious family, trained in the arts of the kaedehara clan. with the help of his prior knowledge of fighting and his keen senses, it's hard to one-up the young man to the point of injury.

that isn't to say he has never sustained any injuries. there have been one too many times that the inazuman traveller has shown up at your door with a couple of scrapes and an apologetic smile on his face.

so, it's a surprise when you find kazuha at your doorstep severely injured and clutching something in his burned hand.

it's quiet between the two of you as your eyes scan kazuha's body for any more injuries and your hands quickly move to tend to his right hand. the skin is burnt, bleeding, and his fingers shake from the injuries it sustained.

you whisper an apology to the inazuman when you gently clean the wounded skin with a warm cloth. he doesn't flinch, dazed eyes still staring off in front of you. it makes you wonder what kazuha went through to be injured this badly. though, seeing as the only serious injury was his right hand, you assumed it wasn't from a fight.

"kazuha... what happened to you?" your words are gentle, afraid your voice would scare the inazuman traveller in front of you. kazuha doesn't respond and instead tightens the grip he has on your hand that's bandaging him. his hand is shaking, and you don't realize he's crying until you feel the wet teardrops on your skin.

ruby eyes glazed with tears meet your own when your eyes flick up to confirm that he was indeed crying.

"tomo..." the crack in his voice shatters your heart and you find yourself pulling kazuha into your arms. his own circle around you and his hands grip onto the back of your shirt as he buries his face into your shoulder.

kazuha's body shakes as he sobs at the loss of his friend. he must have held it in until he got to the safety of your home. you were always his safe haven; coming over so you could tend his light wounds and provide a roof over his head if he was passing by your village.

and yet all you can do now is hold him until the storm inside his heart passes by.

❀ xiao

being in pain or having many injuries litter the expanse of his skin isn't unusual for xiao. he's an adeptus whose sole purpose is to serve rex lapis and protect the citizens of liyue, even if it meant throwing his life away.

even then, sustaining larger, more painful wounds didn't make the adeptus bat an eye. despite how horrible it sounds, xiao is used to it all and takes each hit and laceration that comes his way without blinking an eye.

when karmic debt constantly takes a toll against your health and death is the only solution to reaching true peace, it's hard to care about the state of your own wellbeing.

so imagine xiao's surprise when he shows up at the wangshu inn battered and bruised from dealing with a hoard of monsters and seeing you standing in the yaksha's usual spot, waiting for him with a frown etched into your face.

nimble fingers work deftly against xiao's body, quickly cleaning up the lacerations on the adeptus' chest and the scrapes that cover his arms. xiao releases a hiss from the sting of the medicine and you apologize under your breath.

"i knew you would end up like this." your words come out harsher than you intend to. the adeptus doesn't respond. as long as he was the only casualty to come out of this, as long as the innocent lives of liyuens were protected, as long as you were safe behind the walls of the wangshuu inn, it didn't matter how badly his body was injured.

"i just... i just wished you weren't so careless, xiao." the way your voice breaks doesn't go unheard by the yaksha. his eyes snap forward, but your head is tilted down as your shaky fingers worked their way around xiao's torso. "you're always fighting as if no one cared if you died or disappeared one day."

xiao doesn't get it. he doesn't understand why you care about him so much. a being fated to suffer until his dying days are over, one cursed with karmic debt and forced to carry the burdens of the innocent lives he took in his past.

no one should care about him. a monster with blood on his hands.

but here you are, shedding tears for an adeptus who didn't deserve it. the sole yaksha who is fated to succumb to the sweet embrace of death at any given moment.

and yet, despite knowing he doesn't deserve your gentle touch brushing over his wounds, the young adeptus lifts your face with a gloved finger and brushes away the tears that flow down your cheeks. he longs to continue holding you, to feel your skin against his. you're his temporary solace from the karmic debt that hangs over his heart.

an apology slips past xiao's lips, and you cry harder, calling him 'stupid' for almost dying out there. you bury yourself in his chest and he hugs you, afraid that if he let go, you would be nothing but a dream.

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A little birdie told me that you would like to write a crosshair sharing a bed trope... and I would love that too..? 👉👈

(I know your requests are technically closed, but I'll go ahead and take your word and just do it anyway in this very special case. Writers have to follow their heart after all and you deserve to do that 😤)

One Bed, Two Dreamers

Crosshair X F!Reader

word count: 4.3k

Having to share a bed with the worlds most moodiest Marksman was definitely not on your to-do list. At least you were friends... right?

warnings: SFW, mainly fluff, classic share a bed trope with our beloved Marksman. Crosshair is moody as always. Play fighting. We need some cute fluff in our lives. Reader is described to have about shoulder length or longer hair. Smidgen of suggestiveness

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“You and Crosshair are sharing.”

You were currently sitting on a crate outside of the Marauder on the planet Corellia, datapad in your hand as Hunter approaches you, Crosshair trailing behind.

“Sharing what?” You questioned, settling down the device and looking up to the two men as they came up to you.

“A room at the inn.”

To say you were looking forward to this well deserved break was an understatement. You guys have even treated yourselves to staying in an inn type place rather than sleep uncomfortably on the ship for the next few days. Although Corellia wasn’t exactly the dream location you were hoping for, it was better than a battlefield you were so used to seeing.

“Oh.” You say, not exactly annoyed at the fact, although, you were apprehensive to see Crosshairs’ reaction. “Is that alright with you?” You pointed the question towards the man in question and he nodded with a shrug.

“Sure, are you?” He asks and you give him the same reply as he gave you; a simple nod and shrug.

“Sure.”

“That settles that then.” Hunter clasps his hands together, tugging his backpack onto his shoulder and basks in the Corellian sun. “Let’s go.”

You hop off the crate, joining the two of them and lift your one bag. “And where exactly are we going?” You say with a small laugh, finding it both amusing and sweet to see the Sarge so at peace at long last.

“We’re going to drop our stuff off there first then Tech tells us there’s a bit of land just outside the main city. Should be a nice place to chill. Apparently there’s a stream or lake type thing or something.” Hunter shrugged as he walked alongside the two of you, offering to take your bag for you but you denied.

“Well technically the stream had only just emerged several moons ago due to an eruption in the planet's core…”

Tech interrupted your conversation and you couldn’t help but chuckle as Crosshair hung back for a moment, not to be caught in the crossfire of knowledge that was bursting to jump out of Tech’s mind. Not that he minded but some P&Q was needed.

You waited for Crosshair, both of you hanging a little back. “It’s nice to see the others so excited about this. Don’t think we have had time to relax since I joined you lot.” You make small talk with the Marksman, a toothpick hanging between his lips.

“It’s rare. But needed.” He replies, hauling his backpack further onto his shoulder and casts you a gaze. “You sure you’re alright with us sharing?”

You couldn’t help but smile at him, finding it nice that he didn’t want you to be at all uncomfortable around him.

The two of you were friends, good friends in fact. It took a while for Crosshair to warm up to you when you were assigned to them as an emergency medic however. They had apparently had so many medics assigned to them who left so the Republic almost gave up but then you came along. You were their second female medic, the first one being a little bit too sensitive for their humour and living style but you settled in well. You definitely gave back what they gave you in terms of banter.

Crosshair tried his most to break but saw how resilient and actually funny you were so he befriended you a few weeks later. And here you are now, 8 months later.

“Of course! We’re friends. Besides, I’m assuming it’s separate beds so you don’t have to worry about accidentally cuddling me at night.” You joked, earning a scoff and a roll of his brown eyes in return.

“Thank the Maker.” He returns with a hint of lighthearted banter and you nudged him playfully before you both arrived at the inn.

The door code was given to Crosshair, all of you separating into your own pairings. You were with Crosshair, Hunter was with Tech and Wrecker managed to grab his own room which did everyone a favour. Nobody could bear his snoring.

You both lunged up the steep stairs, more than you would’ve liked, and you let out a sigh of relief when your door came into view.

“‘Ere.” He orders, holding out his bag for you to grab and so you did but as it fell into your grasp it nearly dragged you to the ground. Why was it so heavy?!

“What the hell is in this? We’re only staying here two nights.” You gasp, hoisting it with all your might over your free shoulder and he chuckles, punching in the door code.

“Just my weapon kit.”

“And five Sandcrawlers it feels like.” Sweat dripped down the side of your temple, it didn’t help that the inn itself was roasting on the inside as well as the outside.

Crosshair turned to you, and smiled and you smiled back, confused, but then groaned when you saw him hovering over the last number. “Hurry up and open it before my limbs drop off!” You scowl at him and this only adds to his smirk as he hits the button but only for it to be wrong.

“Looks like I’m going to have to do it all over again.”

You wanted to strike him over the back of his head but unfortunately your arms were being weighed down so had to settle on a sour glare at the trooper. “Open. It.”

“Alright, alright.” He chuckled and soon enough the door slid open, grabbing back his bag that was a literal weight off your shoulders and trudged into the room.

Both of you freeze in the doorway however and blink as one bed occupies the room. Heh, at least it was a double and not a single.

“Well this will be interesting.” You smirk over your shoulder at Crosshair as you walk further into the room, dropping your stuff in the centre. There was also no couch for one of you to crash on if one of you so chooses, just a single leather armchair next to a table.

“I hope you like sleeping on the floor.”

Turning back to face Crosshair, you scoff. “Oh come on! You’re acting like I’ll be a nightmare to sleep next to. I don’t snore.”

“Yes you do.”

Your mouth slacked. “No I do not!”

“How would you know if you’re asleep?”

“Well,” you fold your arms, “why do you watch me sleep?”

His arms drop to his sides and he shakes his head at you incredulously. “I don’t need to. I can hear you.”

You chuckled at that and let him win the argument as you moved towards the end of the bed, already picking your side by the window that actually had quite a lovely view of tall buildings and the deep sky. “I’m not sleeping on the floor. If that’s the only option, I’m better off sleeping back on the ship.” You lay back, head setting in the middle of the bed.

“Do that then.” Crosshair snarled although you didn’t take his bitterness personally. Crosshair liked his own space and Hunter had definitely told him that there would be two beds, not just the one.

“Whilst we’re having a break? No.” You say adamantly, tilting your head to see him walk into the refresher just to check it out and then his gaze locked on you.

He twisted his toothpick from one side of his mouth to the other and sighed. “Fine. I suppose I’ll let you sleep on the bed.”

“How courteous of you.” You grin sarcastically and sit back up and grab your bag from the floor and pull out some clothes so they don’t get wrinkled and place them in the wardrobe provided.

Crosshair sits on his side of the bed, hunched over and twirling his fingers around in his hands that made you frown a little.

“You okay, Cross?” You ask him, not softening your tone because the one thing you learned about acting around Crosshair is to not baby him. He hated the soft approach at first whenever he was injured so instead you would be stern with him or act like nothing's wrong as you latch him up; even if he had been in some pitiful states.

“Fine.” He grunts, not acknowledging you but he did look up when your comm went off and heard Wrecker’s voice.

“Are you and Cross ready to get goin’?”

You look at Crosshair and he holds up five digits, before standing and striding across the room to his bag. “Give us five and we’ll be down. Anything we need to bring?”

You heard some commotion between Hunter and Wrecker over the comm, the odd input from Tech. “They say bring anything to protect you from the sun and your swimsuit if you have one. Tech says the water will be fine to swim in.”

“Alright, see you then.”

You grab your things, a new set of clothes and head into the refresher and bolted the door closed before stripping into your dark red swimsuit, grabbing a pair of shorts to go over your lower half and slipping on a pair of comfortable shoes. You pull your hair out of its pin, letting your hair go free as you ruffle it between your fingers and letting it frame your face. You finish off with a spritz of perfume you picked up on Naboo forever ago and left the refresher.

Crosshair was preparing his bag, taking things he didn’t need out of it and waited by the door for you.

“You ready to-?” He fits himself off, watching you walk back into the room and looking, well, breathtaking. Quite literally. He had never seen you so different. Your hair framed your angelic like face, the swimsuit hugged your upper half deliciously and the shorts made your legs look longer and dare he say it, elegant.

“What were you saying?” You asked as you bent over to scavenge through your bag, giving Crosshair to your unknowing a perfect view of your cleavage by accident.

He cursed internally as his mouth watered at the sight and he turned away from you, pretending to occupy himself. “Was asking if you’re ready.” He repeats, voice steady and unbothered although inside he was crumbling.

This small, minute even, crush he had on you had been sending Crosshair crazy for the last few weeks. He didn’t think anything of it at first but he knew something was somewhat wrong with him when you would cross his path and his stomach would erupt with this out of the ordinary flutter. He’d also find himself being more protective and watchful over you when in battle and you were the only one to genuinely make him laugh and smile.

His thoughts were interrupted when you pulled open the door and knocked the back of his leg with your foot gently. “Let’s go, trooper.”

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“I can’t believe he did that!”

Your excited and loud laugh erupted throughout the inn, doing your utmost best not to touch a single thing as you walked up the stairs as you dripped with mud.

The day was fun! The temperature was perfect, the spot was peaceful and quiet and the stream was definitely not a stream, it was practically a lake. Yourself and the boys had plenty of fun throughout the day but hours later it had changed. Well, Wrecker thought it was funny - not you or the others.

On the way there, Wrecker had spotted a large mud bath in a small crater and for some reason Wrecker thought it’d be funny to throw you all into it.

Mouth full of mud, you swam or grasped yourself even to the surface as the thick mud stuck to your body and stared up at Wrecker in disbelief. “WHAT WAS THAT FOR?”

Wrecker cackled. “Don’t worry, you won’t be alone.” And just then, three more bodies come crashing down next to you, all swearing and cursing at their brother who cannonballed in with them.

You turned to each of them but your attention was more on Crosshair who looked beyond furious as he swiped his eyes with the back of his arm. Face like thunder and eyes murderous, you don’t know what possessed you to grab a handful of mud and toss it in his direction. Hunter's eyes were wide as it was a direct hit to the centre of the Marksman's face meanwhile Tech was too busy fussing over his gadgets and Wrecker was erupting in laughter.

You whistled, feigning innocence as Crosshair growled and looked for the culprit until your eyes landed on you. You stopped mid-whistle, lips still poured and you batted your lashes at him. “You got a little something,” you smirk, tapping your chin, “just here.”

Not so unexpectedly, he lunged towards you through the mud. He was fast despite the pressure that weighed him down and soon his hand was on the back of your head, one arm wrapped around your waist and he began lowering it lower and lower to the surface of mud that didn’t look so inviting.

“Cross, Crosshair! Don’t!” You squeaked through laughter, knowing you definitely deserved it and as you tried to hold back he had slammed your face back into the mud.

Crosshair leaves you there for a few seconds before hoisting you back up, chuckling as you splutter mud past your lips but he grows a little concerned as your hand comes up to your face rubbing your eye and he had even heard you sniffle.

“You alright?” He asks, trying not to sound so bothered before moving around to face you as you keep swiping mud away.

“I think a pebble got in my eye.” You mutter, pulling back your hand to see if anything was there but nothing could be seen aside from dark splotches of mud.

Crosshair kicks himself, now irritated that he had accidentally hurt you and so takes your face into his hands and tilts your head up. You say nothing and instead let him brush away the mud, his eyes squinting as he gently pulls on the skin below your eye to check your waterline. “I don’t see anything…” he mutters but then he realises he didn’t care for a moment. Your body was so close to his he could feel the heat radiating off you and he was cradling your face as if it was the most fragile thing in the galaxy. His thumb idly swiped across your cheek, taking some mud away with it as he gazed, unknowingly to you, longingly into your eyes.

You blinked and a grin plastered onto your face as your hand swiped up, plastering his left cheek with mud. “Can’t believe you fell for that!” You chastise with a laugh, clearly pleased with your acting skills and he watches as you swiftly wavered through the mud and back to land.

You couldn’t believe he fell for that but he couldn’t believe he fell for you.

“Tell me about it.” Crosshair mutters from behind you, his blacks covered in dried mud, his once silver hair now brown and messy. You punch in the code, correctly you may add, and the two of you topple in and you’re straight to the refresher and turning the shower and sink on.

You walk back out into the main room and almost shriek in disgust as Crosshair sits on the edge of the bed. “GET OFF!”

His gaze snaps to you immediately and he shoots off the bed, fearing that there was a bomb he completely missed but instead you marched over and swiped at the bed, erasing his mess. “Don’t sit on our bed in your dirty clothes.” Crosshair had rarely been scolded but he was certain this was like getting a slap on the back of the hand from a mother stopping their child from stealing food.

“Yes ma’am.” He hissed, rolling his eyes and moving towards the armchair instead and slid off his boots.

Still unimpressed, you supposed it was better than the bed and you sneered at him, playfully, and took your clothes into the refresher and got yourself clean. It definitely took some harsh scrubbing to get all the mud away from your body but you now smelt delicious instead of warm mud and sweat. You made sure the shower was clean before Crosshair got in, not wanting him to be completely horrified by the mess but you’re sure your shower would be a lot cleaner than Wreckers. You pulled on a clean set of pyjamas, a large shirt and some shorts that stopped just above the knee and stepped out only to be met with a shirtless Crosshair.

Since he was taller than you, it was hard not to look at his chest even when he was fully clothed but now his pectorals were out and you had to pry your gaze away and step to the side. “All yours.”

“Took you long enough.” He quipped, moving past you with a towel slung over his bare shoulder but he was smirking at least.

“Ha ha, very funny.” As you sarcastically put it, you moved further into the room, waiting for the refresher door to shut before giving the room a quick clean down. You grabbed his dirty clothes, and put his as well as yours into a new bag and tied it shut. Then, you began to dry your hair with a device that was given from the inn in one of the drawers which blew hot air. It did wonders and soon enough your hair was dry and even a little more bouncy.

With the sun setting, you found yourself falling fairly sleepy and crawling into bed. But, you considered Crosshair in this and decided to not put yourself under the covers just yet. You didn’t want to break any boundaries between you both.

Crosshair took a little longer than you did but at least he was no longer covered in yucky mud although Tech insisted it was good for the skin and serotonin. He was dressed in his own nightwear, a pair of dark grey joggers that you had seen him use in the gym back on Kamino and a plain black top.

He noticed you on the bed but didn’t say anything as he moved to his side, back to you as he sat on the edge of the bed and finished towel drying his hair.

Eventually, he moved onto the bed, back against the headboard and the room went very awkward very quickly. You wished you have grabbed your holopad before you sat on the bed, but now you both sat in silence. You couldn’t even put on the holonews or a holomovie. Instead, you gazed longingly out the window and watched as the sun set.

What seemed like forever, Crosshair yawned and scoots further down the bed, head resting upon the pillow. He tucks a hand under the pillow and stares at the ceiling and you wait a minute or two before you slip under the duvet, not caring if he was going to or not.

“Crosshair?” You finally speak up, looking over at him as his eyes remain fixated on the ceiling.

“What?”

“Would you be my friend if I was a Gungan?”

Crosshair blinked, slowly turning his head to look at you and saw nothing but a serious face although you asked a ridiculous question.

“What?” He asks again, eyebrows furrowed in annoyance.

“Would Crosshair be friends with meesa if I Gungan?” You try so hard not to slip a laugh in as you imitated the species but Crosshair's face was a picture.

“Absolutely not.” He turns away and you smirk, chewing on the inside of your cheek.

“Ohhhhh. Meesa thinks it a shame if Crossy not friends with I.” You covered your mouth, trying to subside the snort that was threatening to burst out your chest as you see his eyes roll and a hand comes up to his face.

“Never call me that.” He warns, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Call you what?” You ask, your voice still high-pitched.

“What you just called me.” He says slowly, knowing that you were winding him up. You swore you could see an inch of a smile.

“Aw, does Crossy not like nickname meesa give you?” You fake pout and he groans in aggravation. You had to say it, winding Crosshair up was one of your favourite past times.

“Stop it.” He then warned you, pointing a finger in your direction.

You sigh dramatically and smirk at him once more before turning away from him. “Oh very well.” You hear him shift above the duvet, obviously getting comfortable to sleep but you still had some mischief left in you. You waited a minute or so before tugging so harshly on the duvet, it pulled from underneath him and sent him tumbling onto the floor. You rolled over in laughter, holding your sides as you didn’t exactly expect that to work and sit up. You crawl over to his side of the bed, ready to come face to face with an angry Crosshair on the floor but as you leaned over to see, he had gone. Completely vanished.

You pull back for a second, perplexed before you look back down, making sure your mind wasn’t playing tricks on you but before you could react, you felt the bed shift from the other end and a harsh kick sent you forward rolling onto the floor with a thud.

You wince at the impact and jump back to your feet, glaring across at a smug looking Crosshair who hovered on his knees and arms folded in the centre of the bed. “Nice try, sweetheart.”

“What do you mean ‘nice try’? I got you onto the floor first!” You place your hands on your hips, shaking your head at him.

“Doesn’t matter. I still took advantage of the situation.” He quipped back.

You licked your lower lip and Crosshair felt his heart temporarily stop at the innocent action but snapped out of his trance-like state when a pillow was chucked in his face followed by a pair of arms tackling into him.

“You’re starting a war you won’t win!” He laughed, a genuine hearty laugh as he threw the pillow to the floor, arms blocking your playful jabs at him.

“Bring it then!” You retort with a laugh, ducking under his arm as he swiped at you, coming at him from behind and jumping onto his back.

The action surprised him, not expecting your legs to come over his shoulders and your hands wrapping around his eyes to block out his vision. He reaches up, large hands clasping your thighs and doing a sharp twist of his body sending you backwards, your back and head hitting the duvet as he manages to crawl on top of you. He misses some more of your playful jabs, your legs kicking about so he sits on them and grabs both wrists, pinning them to either side of your head and caging you in. You’re panting, heavily, and now not because of the play fight but because a seriously attractive man was hovering over you with a smug look on his face.

“Looks like I win.” He teased, gesturing to your current predicament.

You frown but smile. “Alright, alright. You win ‘Crossy’.” A laugh escapes you at the silly nickname which even made him chuckle softly but soon the laughter died down and neither of you moved. Not like you could anyhow.

Your bodies were so close that each of you could feel the heat radiating off one another from the day's sun. Your eyes were slightly wide whilst his were soft, calm but also with a hint of nervousness. His hands slowly move from your wrists, dexterous fingers tracing over the palms of your hands before your fingers interlocked.

“Oh.” You breathe, the gesture sending your heart into a flutter. He tilts his head a little, his eyes trailing all over your face as he analyses you like a rare painting.

Then, you saw it. You saw how his eyes trailed from yours, down to your lips for more than three seconds and then back up to your eyes. You were speechless, if you tried to speak you’re certain nothing would come out regardless.

Crosshair's mind was running wild. He kept telling himself internally to get off you but he was captivated by your beauty. Like he had done for a while. The innocent ‘oh’ that left your lips sent shivers down his spine and he couldn’t help but notice that you made no attempt to escape him. You didn’t tell him to ‘go away’ or mock him. No, instead you let him entangle your fingers together and you also let him lean a little closer.

Your breath could be felt against his skin, a soft minty smell to your breath that clouded his senses. All he could see, feel, hear, and touch was you. Now, he just wanted to taste you.

If it hadn’t been for the position you’re in, the only possible chance you could get this close to him, you probably wouldn’t have caught his lips against yours. It was chaste, and as you pulled away to engage his reaction, his lips parts and his eyes closed as he leaned further down, kissing you back.

His lips were rough, passionate and so full of want. He lets one of his hands free and cups your cheek with it as he delves deeper into the kiss.

Your chest was heaving, the man completely draining the oxygen from your body as he devoured you in his want.

You kissed him back just as eagerly and you were obsessed; hooked to his body and mind.

“Crosshair.” You breathe against him and he does the same, whispering your name so gently before he manages to shift positions, lips never breaking apart from yours as he lays you down, now side by side.

Legs lacing through his long ones, your flushed against his chest, hands wrapped around the back of his neck and if you’re both being honest? There was no other place you’d both rather be.

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↳ Summary: You’re a creature of habit, you plan everything from each hour to each day, so you can imagine the chaos which ensues after you discover a random guy leaking black goo in a ditch- who just so happens to be an alien.

↳ Pairing: Jungkook/Reader

↳ Genre: lowkey strangers to lovers, alien!jungkook, fluff, smut,

Word Count: 13k

Tags: tentacle sex im sorry, foreplay, oral (f) but not?? jungkook is technically a virgin by human standards ayyy, penetration, nipple play, over stimulation, double penetration, squirting, sub!jungkook, breath play, spit kink, jungkook can make his own lube??, anal im so sorry, praise kink, they become soul mates on accident oops,

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You didn’t see nor understand what JK was talking about at first, he just fumbled along between alleyways and roads and nobody, or what little people were on the streets didn’t look at you twice given your friend was as tall and broad as he was. Perks of being with a man you guessed. You still didn’t know what he was actually talking about except for the assumption that he had found his...friends…?

Eventually JK had dragged you through a lot of fields which had made you increasingly anxious, what if a kidnapper was out here? True you wouldn’t mind him using his talon like tentacles then but still...You also didn’t want to go to jail for assisting a homicide...Standing in an empty field, at the dead of night, was not what you intended on doing on a friday night.

JK seemed excited though as he bounced, grabbing a hold of you, he pressed his thumb to your forehead, your eyes fluttering shut on instinct from being so close to him suddenly but your brows pinched and an uncomfortable ache throbbed in your head before he released you. Rubbing your head you whined before you looked up again, only jumping with a screech at the...ship...in front of you...which was NOT there a moment ago.

“Home!” JK announced proudly as he grabbed your hand, tugging you along against your will, was this really...his ship? Oh god what if he was abducting you...You didn’t have time to think as he ushered you inside. It looked small on the outside admittedly but on the inside it was all glossy and clean, a sleek futuristic look dawning the interior.

Futuristic, he was an alien, you weren’t shocked at the assessment but still. This must’ve been the hanger or...living area… or...hell if you knew ship terms, it looked like the dining room but you didn’t expect two others to appear. All of them speaking in that same throaty tongue as he ran to them, embracing them with pure excitement on his face before he pointed to you, a look of pride on his face as he cleared his voice, “Y/n.” He spoke clearly as if introducing you.

You gave an awkward stiff wave before immediately dropping your arm, you were going to be extremely pissed if this was the LSD trip you thought you were having yesterday. You watched them all speak to one another before the one on the right nodded, saying something before gesturing JK off, who hurriedly ran off leaving you alone....with two aliens…

They both looked at you expectantly as you looked around, “Hi…” You offered an awkward smile, “You guys are terrifying…” Watching the one on the right grab a watering can to pour over a small...purple colored...tree? “You less so…” You turned to the other one, his eyes dark and piercing and wow…if you thought JK was hot you hadn’t even thought about what it would look like to seem someone attractive from his species, “You the most…” You wrapped your arms around yourself uncomfortably.

“He’s just assessing you, Taehyung’s like that with anyone associated with our Jungkookie.” You nearly wheezed at the sound of the one on the right speaking full...English…he offered a dimpled smile as if anticipating that reaction, “Apologies. I’m Namjoon, I’m sure you’re extremely confused and scared with everything going on.”

“...You could say that…” Your twisted somewhat painfully as you nodded rapidly, it was midnight and you were in a fucking spaceship, “Ummm, where did JK go…?”

Namjoon as he called himself suddenly snorted, shaking his head as he sighed, “Told him he should’ve paid more attention in the academy,” He rolled his eyes, “Jungkook,” He emphasised the name, “That’s his full Earth name. He just forgot it because he never pays attention,” He offered a weak smile, “And he’s in the memoir chamber rememorizing English so he can actually speak to you. It’s handy for us Orionian’s in case a situation like this happens and we don’t know archaic languages like English.”

You didn’t understand a word of what he just said, “I’m sorry...I think I’m too dumb to talk to you, honestly…” You felt extremely stupid but much to your surprise Namjoon laughed in delight, as if endured by your words.

“You humans are pretty humble huh,” He hummed as he continued watering the rest of his plants, “Anyways, our ship crashed here on Earth on our way to the andromeda galaxy and Jungkook ended up falling out, it was an...extremely rocky crash…” His smile still weak as if a vague memory entered his mind, “You have our utmost thanks for taking him in when he was injured and housing him.”

“It’s no problem, I would’ve done it for anyone.” You shifted a little, smiling a tiny bit despite still not feeling as comfortable as you wish you could be, it was just difficult to take in everything that was rapidly changing but your words still stood, you would have. Especially for...Jungkook...you lingered on the same, it sounded more fitting for the tall puppy like boy.

“So what are your intentions with Jungkook?” You jumped at how deep the second voice was...Taehyung if you remembered correctly and he only looked about as hot as he was intimidating, “Why did you take him in if you knew his identity.”

You flailed a little, intending to speak yet no words came out...you...you hadn’t really thought about it...at all honestly…”I...I ummm...well…”

“Are you working for them?” Taehyung stepped towards you, his expression becoming cold as you feebly took a step back looking towards the ground and unsure of how to answer or if you’d even given him a satisfying answer.

“Stop.” The new voice was raspy and low, not too terribly deep, but just enough to sound charming and rather rugged, Jungkook had appeared again only this time, immediately standing defensively in front of you, “She found me and even after finding out about me being an Orionian she didn’t report me to any Earth officials. I trust her, and you should too.”

He...he could speak...perfect English now...What!?

Taehyung’s eyes narrowed onto you, still distrustful but he laid off, “Right...and what is this about you bonding with her? I don’t think she’d be a good vessel.”

Jungkook’s jaw twitched and you could see the glow of the crescents on his hand burning in red, “Well I’m not asking for your permission to bond with her.” He spat back, his brows furrowed and his lip twitching in anger, suddenly he didn’t look so cute and puppy like anymore, “And it’s not like we’re getting off Earth anytime soon with the ship in this state, so it’s best if we just resume the plan as originally intended.”

“You think I’d choose a vessel as inferior as humans to have my offspring?” Taehyung’s face curled as if that was the biggest insult he had ever heard and yet you nearly choked at his words, vessel? Offspring? Uh what?

“Stop fighting,” Namjoon sighed and much to your surprise both of the two boys quieted down, Jungkook still stood in front of you, shuffling a little closer as Namjoon sighed, “Jungkook is right…” He made a noise of victory as Taehyung’s mouth twitched in anger, the marks along his body burning a deep red that was just a little scary to watch from afar, “With the technology at hand here on Earth and with Arbitrators searching for us, it’s in our best interest to make the most of what we have here. Besides, Earth is unsuspecting and was one of our forerunner’s best creations. It’s not too far off irony to let them be the vessel of our offspring.”

You stared up at Jungkook’s broad back in disbelief...this man was trying to impregnate you after a half a day of knowing you!? You weren’t sure plan B was prepared for this shit. Jungkook looked deeply satisfied at Taehyung’s reaction though before he turned to you, his expression soft and puppy-like as he smiled somewhat timidly before speaking as if he was a little giddy, “Hi…”

You could’ve said anything in this moment, in which Jungkook looked like he had been excitedly waiting for, and yet your choice of words had been admittedly poor.

“You’re gonna have to bag another bitch, I don’t do kids! I...I did NOT sign up for this!” You immediately backed away from him like he was poison and you didn’t know how these fuckers procreated and at this point you weren’t sure you wanted to learn!

Jungkook’s lips parted and he looked a little hurt before he quickly approached you again, “I don’t expect you to want to carry my children yet….”

“Yet!?” You shouted out making all three of them flinch a little, “I...I just let you stay at my place because you looked like you were dying in a ditch, and now! I’m in a spaceship, I can’t find the exit and you can suddenly speak English and you’re talking about kids!? This...nu-uh this is going way too fast. I...I really need to get home.”

Jungkook’s lips trembled a little as he reached out for you, “I’ll take you back! Or-! Or you could stay here until the morning, you shouldn’t be out alone, Earth has proved to be unsafe at night.” He tenderly held your forearms as your expression awkwardly twisted.

“Nothing worse could happen to me than what happened earlier tonight,” You shook your head rapidly as you sighed, “Just show me the exit, I’ll be fine, really. I’m happy for you! Seriously! I mean it looks like you’re reunited with your kin so there’s no reason for us to stay in contact and it’s been fun and out of this world- literally.” You laughed a little as you rambled, all three staring at you wide eyed, “But like, seriously I’ll keep this to myself and just hope it’s a really shitty drug trip like I originally thought it was…”

Jungkook sighed, lowering his head in defeat and his lips trembled a little in that sulky way it had been this morning as he went to the hatch where you both had come in, dialing a few buttons he waited a moment as he mumbled, “I just want to explain everything to you, I owe you that, at least…”

You said nothing waiting for the door to open as he dialed a few other buttons, and a few more, and again...and again…”Um,” He cleared his throat a little, “Namjoon…? The door?” He asked, his eyes doe like as he stared at his companion who sighed, squeezing between you both as he also dialed a few numbers into the glowing pad.

They both waited before Namjoon’s lips twisted into a sigh as if somehow expecting this to happen before he spoke, “Doors’ jammed...again…”

“This is fucking perfect.” Taehyung swore with a sigh, gritting his teeth as his eyes glared into you briefly, causing you to sheepishly back a little towards Jungkook, “I’m going back to my pod, I can’t deal with this.” He brooded before leaving as you looked between both aliens.

“...Jammed? The door? As in…?”

Jungkook’s lips twisted into a nervous smile, his marks glowing a light purple as he coughed, “Looks like we’ll have plenty of time to talk now…” Fuck! Why did things have to be this complicated, it could have been worse, but it was the same annoyance you had when Youtube played an unskippable ad, or when the lead in your pencil broke, a cookie falling onto the floor, that type of inconvenience.

Unshockingly Jungkook didn’t hold the same feeling as he spoke gently, “I can show you to my pod, it’ll be awhile before the door gets fixed…” He gave you an endearing apologetic smile.

“...As long as you aren’t gonna try to knock me up then sure.” You stared at him in disdain, making him weakly smile as he stepped back up the metal stairs and if you didn’t know any better you would’ve assumed he was actually happy you were stuck with no other choice but to stay.

“Once you see her to your pod, a word please Jungkook...” Namjoon’s gaze was fixed on the door quizzically as if already trying to deduce what had made it jammed, he made no effort to look back at you both but you could tell it was probably important.

Jungkook only nodded eagerly and kept your hand in his as he lead you down the small the hallway, lights flickering and while you were anything but an engineer or mechanic, it wasn’t hard to tell they had crash landed, Jungkook ignored the mess against the walls as he typed in something before a door slid open revealing what you assumed was his room, the door slid shut behind you making you jump a little as you investigated the space. It was a minimalistic room, a few trinkets laid around and a messy bed was against the wall.

“You can sleep if you want...I know you were tired when I woke you up…” Jungkook’s marks glowed a soft pink as he bashfully looked at the ground, scratching his cheek as if he didn’t know what to say, “I um...I should go speak to my brother.”

Before you could even say anything Jungkook had already left looking somewhat sheepish, leaving you to curiously look around the room, it was spacious and in tones of deep brown and black, a few gadgets laying around on his nightstand as you tilted your head.

His pod...so basically...a bedroom. You assumed as much as you couldn’t really make a distinct difference between the two. True you could’ve slept like he had suggested, you were exhausted but too wired to even think about sleeping at the moment due to how bizarre of circumstances you were in. You were in an alien’s bedroom, on a space ship...

You had took your time browsing around the room, curiously holding a few trinkets in an attempt to figure out what they were, time passed slowly and for a while, you began to wonder if this was just a set up for them to butt probe you like Jimin had original thought they would. Not that you would mind as much as him but- besides the point, the longer you were left with your thoughts, the more that piled up.

When the door abruptly opened you nearly jumped out of your skin, hurriedly setting down what looked like a portable flame thrower before whirling around, Jungkook looked a little timid as he smiled, “I’m sorry that took so long...Um...” He closed the door gently before he gestured, “Please, go ahead and rest, from my understanding...um...humans have a standard sleep cycle yes?”

You didn’t fully understand what he was asking besides if you slept at night, rubbing your neck you did as he gestured, taking a seat on the bed before you jumped a little as it did not feel like a normal bed, “Uh I guess...? Why...why didn’t you just leave? You...didn’t have to wake me.” You mumbled, scooping your feet up as you laid down, shifting a little as you tried to get comfortable.

The bed felt almost like a marshmallow, something in between water and memory foam as the bed moved in slow, lapping waves as you attempted to get comfortable again with a pout tugging on your lips.

Jungkook watched you with endearment before he laid on the bed next to you, “You have to stop moving, coranium matches the pattern of your body to keep everything aligned and slowly adjusts to the movement of your body throughout your sleep duration.”

You rolled onto your side to look at him as you curled up a little, his marks still a light pink and his smile a little shy as he spoke, “To answer your question I mean...I feel like it should be obvious, I want to make my bond with you so it was natural I wanted to take you with me. I don’t know Earth well enough to confidently navigate it on my own without getting lost. I couldn’t risk leaving you and then being unable to find my way back. As well as I knew I’d be able to learn English fast in the memoir chamber, so then we’d be able to talk…” he smiled a bit timidly, his eyes fondly washing over your face as you awkwardly scooted a little away from him.

His eyes downcasting a little at the gesture as he frowned, and once again, even despite speaking english now it didn’t help his case in looking like a kicked puppy, “Well...am I supposed to know what a memoir chamber is? And….bonding and...literally everything you guys have said thus far?”

Jungkook rested his chin on his hands as he hummed, thinking about your words carefully before he spoke, “The memoir chamber is in most Orionian ships, it helps us adapt to the planet around us and depending on what region we’re in, the language. Our kind carry human DNA- or...moreso the other way around, so inherently we know all Earth languages as they descended from Orionian dialect, but…” He scratched his cheek, marks glowing pink once more, “I had a difficult time studying earth languages in the academy. It’s unrealistic for us to know them all, so the Memoir serves as a rebrief to put in the language back into our minds.”

God what were you in now? A shitty sy-fy film? You rolled onto your back as you said no more, thinking about his answer for a good long minute before you parted your lips only to shut them...Hold on one damn minute- did he just insinuate his kind created humans? Knowing all languages? What!? “I don’t even know how to unpack that sentence…” You muttered, staring up at the ceiling which twinkled in a galaxy of constellations and if you didn’t know any better you would’ve assumed it was an open glass ceiling to outer space.

It aligned with nebula’s and stars, planets for what looked like miles and miles. You could stare at it for hours in awe, how did you not notice that until now.

“I could only imagine being human, it’s a lot to take in,” Jungkook offered a gentle smile, “As for bonding…” He was pink all over as he scratched his cheek again, eyes fluttering away from yours almost shyly, “It’s what it sounds like, when we Orionian’s find a person who we like and want to share our life with, we begin a bond, and it takes awhile for the bond to grow but once it’s finished, we’d complete it with a mating cycle, and then...We’re celestially bond together.” He mumbled a little shyly, his eyes looked like stars twinkling as he talked about it, almost in a dreamy fashion.

“....” You couldn’t even find the words to say anything before you muttered, “You’ve known me for a day…” True Jungkook was cute, but all of this stuff about bonding and space really made it difficult to grasp the concept in a way which wasn’t him basically proposing to you.

Jungkook looked as if he had been abruptly pulled from his little fantasy world as he frowned, propping himself on his forearm as he spoke, “Time is only a concept for Orionian’s, when we know who our bond is meant for, we just know. It doesn’t matter if I’ve known you a day or your whole life, my feelings won’t change. I want us to bond.” His voice lowered a little, his eyes doe-like and filled with a sugary sweetness as he closed the gap between you both.

You were speechless. Many times in your life you had felt this way, but genuinely, you had no words. An alien just professed his love to you within twenty four hours of knowing him all because...what…? You fed him twice? Let him sleep in your bed once? What had you possibly done for him to think you could be his...his wife!?

“I’m not getting married, I- I mean I’m flattered! I am.” You sat up, once again, pulling away from him as he mirrored you, his lips jutting into an almost frustrated pout, “But like...I just turned twenty one this year....I’m hardly a person let alone wife material.”

“Bonding is hardly even close to the equivalent of human marriage,” Jungkook wrinkled his nose, almost a little endeared, he knew little of human marriage from the media he had watched when you weren’t present, and while humans had similar ideas of romance, it was hardly comparable, he spoke gently, “It’s far more special and permanent. Being bonded is…” He closed his eyes, a half dimpled smile on his lips as he hummed, “It’s like feeling like the universe has completely aligned on your behalf, and that the planets and stardust gifted you a celestial mate who would never turn their back on you, who would always dry your tears and heal you when you’re hurt. The bond extends past this lifetime and into the next and so forth.”

“...You lost me at ‘more’ permanent…” For a woman with a whole baggage load of commitment issues Jungkook was really not selling this idea to you well, “Sorry but I think you got the wrong girl.” You could appreciate the bizarreness of this situation and admittedly you felt like you’d always have a superior ‘main character’ moment story to one up somebody with but this whole business about being stuck with someone for multiple lifetimes and having alien babies was really not something you could follow up with.

Jungkook looked severely hurt which made you do a double take, not quite anticipating such a pitiful reaction as his lips quivering and his eyes even looking somewhat glassy as he spoke, “O-oh...I see…”

wow way to make you feel like an asshole. He had shuffled a little curling up against himself as if trying to make himself appear small as he looked away from you. Sighing you ran a hand through your hair, well fuck, what did you have to lose at this point in your life?

“...Jesus christ, okay...what...what does...you know…” you coughed a little, rubbing your neck as Jungkook’s doe eyes looked at you timidly before darting away when you met his gaze, “What does this bonding shit entail anyway?”

Jungkook was incredibly attractive, there was no denying it and the worst that could happen would be things didn’t work and you just went back to normal non-tentacle men. Jungkook perked a little at your question, still seeming a bit reserved as he mumbled, “Well...bonding is a long process...it’s not something out of human fiction that just immediately happens. When a bond is first created it’s incredibly delicate, you have to be careful and make sure both partners dedicate time to strengthening the bond.”

Laying your head against your arms that were folded in front of you while listening intently you hummed, “And let’s say hypothetically, could the bond be broken?”

Jungkook’s expression crumpled a little as he mumbled, “It can be severed, but the more strengthened the bond is, the more painful it’ll be for both partners. But yes, it is possible. I should also mention a bond is only possible unless both partners are in agreement and want it just as much as the other.”

You hummed, thinking about his words, so technically it wasn’t really possible given both of you had different alignments right now, “Alright well, here on Earth we call it dating, which is a lot less intensive than that, so if you want me to do that then you’re gonna have to go by human standards first.” It was reasonable enough and a happy compromise.

You wouldn’t deny you felt a pull towards Jungkook, ever since he had arrived yesterday morning your life had been anything but normal and yet you embraced every twist and turn so far and...there was admittedly a secret giddy part of you that revelled in old childhood nostalgia that someone had actually fallen from the sky and would now show you a world of many possibilities outside of earth.

The only thing holding you back was the logic and reason that your family held and pushed onto you at a young age, long gone were the days of staring up at the stars in hopes of seeing something supernatural and daydreaming during recess about being whisked off earth. You didn’t know how to connect with that childlike side of yourself anymore, it had been so long since you bothered with those thoughts that now that the opportunity was presented to you, you genuinely didn’t know how to react.

Jungkook had immediately perked up his brows raised and immediate interest in his expression, “I’ll do it! If it means winning your affection,” his smile was a little toothy and innocent as he spoke, “How do humans date? What do they do?” He tilted his head in curiosity while waiting excitedly for your reply.

You couldn’t help but smile a little at how enthusiastic he was, “Well…” you drew a breath in thought, “It’s not too different then it is from now, we’ll go out to eat together, get to know each other, stuff like that.”

Jungkook deflated a little, confusion in his eyes as he frowned, “But that’s stuff we do now...as...friends…” his frown furthered on his lips, “What sets friends and dating apart if we do the same thing…?”

You rubbed your neck, beginning to get a little flustered at his question as you shifted a little, mumbling, “Well the difference is friends are strictly platonic, dating someone means you’re interested in them romantically and...you know...we hold hands...or cuddle or...I don’t know romantic shit…Stuff friends don’t do.”

When did Jungkook get closer to you? His head tilted in curiosity as he spoke, “...And? Is that it? I’m sorry,” he apologized a bit bashfully, looking rather pink, “I’m trying to discern possible differences in boundaries set between a regular human relationship compared to Orionian’s…I don’t want to do anything that might make you...uncomfortable…”

You stared at him for a good moment, as if trying to discern whatever he was trying to say without actually saying it, “Well...I’m not sure how different it can be…” Jungkook said nothing, fidgeting a little as you looked at him for a long moment, “...I’d tell you if you made me uncomfortable.” Was this...going where you thought it was going?

Jungkook shuffled a little closer, his nose nearly brushing yours and his lips that looked so soft jutted into a slight pout, his eyes could hardly meet yours as he timidly asked, “...How...intimate are humans in their relationships?”

Your face felt like it was on fire though as you muttered with raised brows, “Uh pretty hands on...if you wanna fuck me you can just ask.” You looked up at him, feeling a bit bold given he was a little more on the shy side, you could tell just him asking that had obviously taken a lot of courage on his part.

Jungkook’s marks had suddenly filtered from baby pink to a deep maroon, his face looked nothing except shy and a bit hazy as he mumbled, “Would you let me…? I don’t...exactly share the same anatomy as your male counterpart...Orionian’s...intimacy looks a bit different.”

You felt intrigued and horny at the same time, it was tentacles wasn’t it? Please god let it be the tentacles, “You can’t threaten me with a good time,” you laughed a little, trying to take a little bit of the nervous edge off Jungkook as you offered a small smile, “Just show me, I’m...what other humans would consider pretty kinky. Doubt it’ll scare me off.” You couldn’t admit that his tentacles were immediately making your panties soaked because god did you want to be filled up like a scared hentai girl right now.

You squeaked at Jungkook suddenly climbing on top of you, his eyes hazy and he pulled the sweatshirt over his head, revealing the strip of glowing maroon that led up the center of his arms and wrapped over his shoulders, his tentacles suddenly emerging from his back much to your horny excitement, “Our tendons are both are strongest and weakest point of our body.” Jungkook mumbled against your neck, the feeling of something extremely foreign wrapping around your thigh, almost something between like a soft silicon and jello substance.

Not sticky like you had anticipated, but soft enough that it could be almost considered wet, “They protect us but they’re also what we use to procreate with, if they’re cut off or majorly damaged, we become sterilized. My eggs…” He suddenly became a bit timid as he mumbled, “They aren’t fertile yet...But regardless I wouldn’t fill you unless we were bonded, so you won’t have to worry about impregnation. Intimacy is still an act of strengthening a bond though, so it’s utilized a lot at the beginning of an Orionian relationship.”

You weren’t fully paying attention at this point, too busy nearly drooling at the feeling of his tendon slithering along your clothes, “I can understand if you’d prefer to not do this though.” Jungkook seemed somewhat embarrassed and timid, his tendons slithering around your pajama band but doing nothing further.

“No!” He nearly jumped at how you almost yelled it, your eyes frantic and you were nearly dripping at how horny you were, your voice needy as you whined, “I’m literally a slut Jungkook, I’m more than happy to experiment.”

Jungkook didn’t need anymore confirmation then just that, his tentacle that had been playing with the band of your pajamas immediately pushing underneath it as you whined, your legs immediately parting for it as it ran up your panties, the soft wetness that ebbed from it soaking whatever was dry of your panties, was this arousal of his own? He moaned softly as he pressed his face into your neck, “I know you feel this is fast, but Orionian’s tend to not like to waste time.” His tentacles slid along your panties before pushing inside the band.

Your lips parted at the soft wet sensation of it gently prodding along your clit in exploration making a yelp escape you.

Jungkook jolted a little in concern as he looked down at you, somewhat shyly and his cheeks were a deep maroon much like his marks, “Keep…! Fuck!” You whined at the way his tentacles as if testingly flicked along your clit, another tentacle which had been floating behind him absently had suddenly emerged forward, making quick work of your pajamas and panties as the other continued working along your clit making you whimper as your back arched a little.

The second tendon slowly brushed along your soaked cunt, embarrassingly wet sounds could be heard throughout the room as Jungkook moaned in contentment, “This feels so nice,” he mumbled with a whine, the second tentacle which had been stroking you slowly wiggled against your entrance making you squeak. Your horniness couldn’t be put into words at how bad you wanted this man to shove all tentacles inside you.

Your lips immediately parting at the tip of the tentacle pushing inside you, it was too soft to be considered that of a toy or dildo but too firm to be anything foreign, you couldn’t resist propping yourself up onto your elbows, your legs spread as you looked down, your face twisting and cheeks throbbing at the lewd sight of two tentacles hard at work on your cunt, one continuously flicking your clit and rubbing along it while the other began to testingly thrust inside you.

Your lips dropped open as you moaned feeling Jungkook push it further and further inside you before giving it a testing wiggle, a scream nearly ripped from your throat at how it hit all the right spots.

Unable to even support yourself as you dropped back down with a whine as Jungkook quickly began to pick up the pace even more, “Fuck,” he moaned softly, the tentacle pulsed and throbbed as it squished and wiggled while being thrusted back and forth in short motions, your cunt was so tight and your walls kept trapping him further and further inside you as you whined, “Mm, females of my kind don’t have anything like this,” he moaned two more tentacles had suddenly appeared from his back, one pinning your wrists above your head and the other wandering to your flimsy shirt before pushing underneath it, and much to his delight Jungkook found nothing underneath except your soft breasts, “Nothing this- mmm, fuck,” it came out more of a whine this time as you felt his tentacles wiggling in delight at the way your cunt clenched around him, “small, and warm...Fuck,” Jungkook dipped his head, running a hand through his hair, the third tendon wrapped around your nipple making you whimper, jolting as your cunt squeezed around the tentacle that was beginning to roughly split apart your walls as it discovered your g-spot, your mouth parting as whined spilled from your lips at the insane feeling of the tip of his tentacles flicking up against it rapidly.

“Ah! Fuck fuck fuck, Jungkook!” You whined as your back arched, your eyes nearly rolling to the back of your head at how many sensations were going on, between him finding the sweet spot of your clit, the tip of his tentacle flicking up into your g-spot the other one squeezing with just the right amount of pressure on your nipple.

Jungkook’s lips parted and his eyes were hazy but in awe at the way your body contorted, your small little walls nearly entrapping his tentacle as you came harshly, whined and whimpers escaping you as he forcefully kept flicking up into your g-spot, his other rubbing gently against your clit as your body frantically moved, yet your hips kept thrusting up to try and take more of his tendon as you whined, “Fuck…! Jungkook! Ah..!” Jungkook moaned softly as he gave you just what you wanted, pushing himself further inside you until he was dangerously close to your cervix.

His tentacle was soft enough that no pain was even involved as he kept wiggling it into you, soundless moans escaped you as your cunt began wrapping convulsing around him, your clit burning in pleasure due to sensitivity as he kept letting the soft tendon rub against the tender bud.

“Fuck!” You whined, liquid suddenly spewing from your cunt much to Jungkook’s surprise, his tentacle had immediately restricted at the feeling leaving your cunt feeling empty and tears nearly escaping yours eyes in frustration due to it despite his second tendon continually abusing your clits sweet spot, within the second the first tentacle entered your once more pushing with no hesitation right back to its original position as Jungkook began wiggling once again with short thrusts.

Your walls kept squeezing around him causing him to moan as he whined, “You- you need to stop doing that...feels too good.” He mumbled shyly against your skin as you nearly convulsed in pleasure at the way his third tendon was wrapped around your nipple, giving the bit of pressure that had your cunt squeezing around his tentacle, too busy in your own pleasure to care about what he wanted, your hand wrapped around his throat making his eyes widen and his lips part submissively, “I’m gonna keep doing what I want baby- fuck...I think you like it when my little cunt squeezes around it.” You purposely clenched around his tentacle and you could physically feel it throb inside you.

Jungkook’s lips trembled a little a moan escaped him at your hand squeezing lightly around his throat his tentacle immediately fucking you even faster in comply as your lips parted in glee, your hips rolling a little to slide along the slick thick tendon, “Thats right baby boy, I bet you’ve never felt a cunt like this before huh?” You let out a shaky cackle as your hand sadistically squeezed harder around his neck.

His gaze dropped and he only whined, quickly crumbling to your dominant hands that only excited you further, it was one thing to cross off your bucket list getting fucked by an alien, it was two being able to dom one, “Oh am I suddenly in control now?” You mockingly pouted before a twisted smirk curled on your face at how Jungkook wouldn’t meet your eyes any longer.

Power was practically leaking in your veins, you were getting fucked by a tentacle alien and he was a shy little sub? Your squeezed harsher around his neck, a whiney moan suddenly escaping him as his tentacle harshly pulsed inside you before it frozen, his face buried into your neck, impatient and now knowing you could boss him around freely your hips lifted, squelching and slipping around the tendon with ease as his lips trembled against your neck, “Mmm! P-please! You have to slow down…” he whimpered a little at how cruel you were being with him.

You could care less in this moment though, too busy living out your dream fantasy bucking your hips against the soft subtle material, your cunt squeezing around him as you moaned softly.

Your moan twisted to a growl at the feeling of his tentacle pausing in your clit, your hand finding his hair as you harshly balled it into your hand, “I didn’t give you permission to stop.” Jungkook’s gaze lowered and his eyes a little watery despite the angry pout on his face.

“You aren’t listening to me.” He mumbled stubbornly and your lips twitched, outwardly showing displeasure but inwardly seeking the chase he was trying to give. Jungkook fumbled with you had pushed away, briefly his tendons pulled away in semi surprise, at first assuming you had taken his shy words the wrong way but he was quickly mistaken when he was shoved onto the bed, a whine escaping him as the tentacles quickly adjusted to be semi flattened. His lips were quivering at the sight of your naked body straddling him and your hand on his jaw, “Truthfully, I don’t think you want me to listen baby.” You pouted mockingly, the feeling of his stretched tentacles seekingly wrapping around your thighs, “Open.”

Jungkook’s lips parted a little, his eyes watering and looking a little confused at your words, but you had took advantage of the opportunity, spitting into his mouth as he suddenly whined, his ears bright red following along with the magenta color coursing through his body as your hand wrapped around his throat in a firm grip, “Good boy.” You smiled loosely, wiping a stray bit of saliva from his lip as he whined, a tentacle beginning to stroke against your soaked cunt once more but this time he did nothing except in hopes of an invitation.

“Such a good boy, go on, I know you want to.” You cooed out, your head hanging a little and your lips parting at the feeling of the tentacle plunging back inside your warm walls with a loud squelch, “Stay still.” You commanded sharply and with a noisy whine from Jungkook as he obediently listened, you could feel the foreign tendon inside you pulsing still as if it nearly killed him to do so. Your hips steadily began to move along the tentacle, your cunt clenching around it as you took more of him it only got fatter and thicker the more you took.

“Ahh, fuck. That’s it baby, c’mon keep filling me up. I know you want to. I can see it in your face.” You taunted, feeling his tentacle doing a test wiggle inside you as you slid along it, arousal coating him as he whined, you had a great view of his other tentacles sliding from under his back and extending upward, the second quickly made way for your clit much to your excitement, your lips parted and a whine escaping you as it kept rubbing into your sweet spot it had previously discovered.

You were too busy trembling and moaning, attempting to fight off another orgasm at the feeling of your clit almost feeling like it was being ate out at how soft the tip of his tentacle was gently lapping against it and a soft wet arousal of his own leaking from the tip, you had bounced against his tendon in short motions, craving all of him inside you as your body began to convulse, your hands balling against his chest with a whine at how difficult it was to stop yourself from cumming immediately.

Jungkook wasn’t letting go without a fight though, a third tentacle had surprised you, pushing between the cheeks of your ass making you nearly gasp a whine, “Fuck! Fuck, please.” You mumbled in a moment of weakness, giving your consent that you’d like to trust he’d be able to make this feel good. Jungkook didn’t hesitate for a second, the tentacle oozed a slippery liquid, his own arousal along your puckered rim. You were almost too fucked out to even pay attention, your body busy still riding him and trying to focus on anything but the feeling of the slippery tentacle flicking at your clit and finding nearly every pleasurable nerve physically possible.

It was difficult to miss the third one pushing slowly into your ass as your lips jumbled something nearly incomprehensible, your body collapsing semi against him, only being held up by your weak forearms, “Mmph! Fuck baby keep going, just like that. Such a good boy for me.”

Jungkook squeaked out what sounded like a pleasant noise at the praise, perhaps sensing your body beginning to crumble as his tentacles took back over, quickly thrusting inside you once more and wiggling to his heart's pleasure as drool nearly dropped from your lips. Unable to even do anything or say anything with two tentacles plunged inside you.

The tip of the tentacle was just narrow enough to slip inside your ass with a gentle sting but pleasurable enough to make your toes curl and whines escape you at the feeling of the force of his thrusts on either side of your body. His second was still lapping up around your clit, finding that perfect spot that nearly made your vision go white and you weren’t sure what escaped your throat other than possibly the best orgasm you would ever experience in your life.

And it didn’t stop after a second, it just kept going with his tentacles drilling inside you and lapping around your delicate hyper sensitive clit as you whined and cried against him. Jungkook moaned softly as you felt what potentially might have been a second tentacle greedily pushing inside your cunt, whimpers escaping you at how harshly he was thrusting up inside you and how stretched your body was.

Your mouth parting at the feeling of the forth tentacle pushing its way to meet the first as you squeaked and whined against him, a tentacle wrapping around your waist to hold up your lower body that nearly collapsed as your vision blurred with tears at how hard you were being fucked. Jungkook’s eyes were shut tightly and his hands had finally grabbed your waist as extra support as his third tentacle wiggled its way further into your ass. The pleasurable sting becoming more and more noticeable as you cried out at the feeling of one tentacle flicking up against your g-spot and the other harshly thrusting into you while your clit was hypersensitive at the feeling of being rubbed and flicked.

Your last orgasm couldn’t even compete with this one as you cried out, body convulsing and cunt tightening as you nearly scrambled almost looking possessed to the unknown eye, your body had clenched up so hard at being so filled you hadn’t even heard the sharp whine from Jungkook. Hot liquid suddenly spurted everywhere the majority of it inside you but some getting on you, over the bed, everywhere.

Jungkook whimpered and whined, digging his face into your neck and his tentacles were pulsing sharply as if literally pumping out every drop of liquid they could inside you. You were so fucked out you could hardly even ask what in the actual hell he just injected inside you. You had already been tired before but your body was burning and aching, feeling as if you had literally been ripped to pieces.

At least you finally got a piece of that tentacle action.

You were not someone that fucked and then immediately slept afterwards, typically after a one night stand, depending on your relation with the person you would either ghost them by pretending to go to the bathroom, talk and hang out afterwards, or go get something to eat together, or by yourself, you weren’t picky.

Rubbing your blurry eyes you yawned, your body aching with even the slightest movement, Jungkook was the first man who had ever fucked you so hard, you had little to no choice but to fall asleep afterwards, you probably couldn’t even stand if you wanted too. He was curled up against your chest at the moment, his head pressed into your breasts looking way too content at the moment.

Your eyes trailed down at his fluffy raven hair before down the warm tawny skin of his back, something in your chest stirring, it felt like it was almost physically tugging you closer to his body, your hand finding its way to his hair making him stir a little. Jungkook’s arms wiggled against your waist to make himself comfortable once more before relaxed with a content sigh.

The marks on his back glowed a sentient purple, you had never gotten a good look at his back before.

And while this wasn’t that great of a position to view, you were still curious with what you could see, they formed two long strips down his back widening a fair bit and they stopped just at the smallest part of his waist. If you didn’t know any better you would’ve remarked that it looked like he had wings ripped from his back.

As morbid as it sounded, and that is of course if they glowed like this. Jungkook really was the prettiest thing you had ever seen, your hand hadn’t even meant to pull from his hair down his neck, you couldn’t help the tug in your chest wanting to touch.

However the moment your fingers grazed over the mark that covered his left shoulder blade Jungkook nearly flew out of your arms making you jolt in just as much surprise as him, his lips parted and he had sat up, gaze sharp as he looked around as if for any possible intruders. Slowly as he woke up though he came to the realization it was just you and him, your smile becoming somewhat sheepish as you mumbled, “Um, sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.” You cleared your throat feeling bad now, was it just that sensitive? You might not know much about Orionian’s but you could take a guess and assume that was the opening to where his tentacles laid dormant, and given they were also how they procreated...It was natural Jungkook was probably a little defensive about them being touched.

Jungkook said nothing though, only staring at you for a long moment before he whined a little, suddenly crawling back up to you before collapsing on top of you as you huffed, “You can’t startle me like that, my scaling is sensitive.” He mumbled a little shy, grabbing your hand as he placed it back on top of his head obviously wanting affection.

Your fingers dug back into his scalp making a pleasant noise escape him as his body relaxed once more, “...Scaling?” Your brows furrowed at his words, complying with his silent demand to have his hair played with as he curled up against you, his lips tugged into a smile as he rested his face between your breast.

“Yeah, my scales.” Jungkook nodded as he held up his arm, pointing at the glowing marks making you frown, that...looked nothing like scales....Jungkook smiled a little as he rested back down while explaining, “There filled with hyper plasma so depending on the hormonal chemistry of my body will change colors.” You got that part, even before he could speak English, but still...when you thought of scales, you thought of stuff like fish and...scaly things. Not aliens.

Jungkook only smiled happily as he looked up at you, it looked like thousands of stars twinkling in his eyes and the dim lights reflected off his iridescent skin, little tones of purple and blue could be spotted as he lifted his hand up to cup your cheek, his fingers carefully trailing down your jawline. There was a wave in your chest, something strong like...the only thing you could describe was pure happiness, “Hey what did you blow inside?” You hadn’t even meant to ask that question but it had abruptly crossed your mind.

Jungkook’s gaze faltered a little, his scales suddenly turning bright pink and his bashfully lowered his gaze, pressing his cheek on your chest as he mumbled, “It was just plasma, it’s what helps carry eggs when they’re released but...I already told you...my eggs aren’t ready yet. You have no possible chance of getting pregnant without my prior knowledge.”

His fingers tethered against your stomach as if saddened at the idea that his future kin weren’t in your stomach, a wave of sadness fleeting inside your chest briefly as you frowned, why did you feel so odd? You weren’t even the least bit sad about not being pregnant.

“Okay...good I was just..wondering since…” You coughed a little, not finishing your sentence which you were originally going to say because he used you like an actual cum dump- not that you minded. But still. It was good to know. Jungkook said no more, only burying into your chest with a pouty whine.

Yawning you stretched out looking around before grabbing your phone which had somehow made it alive on your night stand, your notifications flooded with Jimin’s drunk texting on where you went last night and why you weren’t home...Wait, your eyes darted to the time, it was noon?! You had a lecture in half an hour!

“Fuck! I have to get to class!” You immediately jolted up making Jungkook whine as he was jostled onto the bed as you limped along in search of your clothes, your body aching and resisting with each fumble before you nearly collapsed out of fatigue while grabbing your panties.

“Can’t you just stay? Just for a little longer?” Jungkook mumbled, his lips in a large puppy like pout as he held out his hand to you, something stirring in your chest that wanted to just curl back up against him, his eyes doe like and soft, almost pleading for you to cuddle back up against him.

“I have midterms coming up Jungkook, I really can’t afford to skip class.” You offered an apologetic smile, “Besides it’s not like we can’t go get something to eat later or anything.” Pulling your pants up you wobbled to the door, frowning as you pulled your sweatshirt back over your head, where was the door handle…?

“..B-but!” Jungkook fumbled as he pulled his shirt over his head before hurrying over to you, “Just five more minutes? Or two? Please…!” There was something urgent in his voice as his lips trembled as if he would be devastated if you left.

Examining the door your lips parted as you pushed the button on the wall, jolting a little as the door slid open, “Jungkook,” You paused briefly, feeling a dull ache in your chest, a brief desire to do as pleaded as you looked up at him, “I really have to go to class okay? I’ll drop by later when I’m finished for the day I’m sure you...have stuff you need to talk about with your...um...kin…” You raised your brow a little awkwardly before you back walking down the hallway, something inside the back of your head almost tempted to stay with him.

He looked so panicked and whiny, it made you feel bad for having to go, and furthermore you secretly wished you could stay longer but you couldn’t afford to miss class with midterms so close.

If your memory was correct this should lead to…! Aha, you felt victorious at the sight of the main, living area? The circular table was towards the smaller three step ledge that went up into the control room and the purple bonsai-like plant which had just been freshly pruned sat delicately on the other side of the room.

“No! I....Can I come with you then? And then we can come back here together later?” Jungkook pleaded, his lips trembling and his eyes almost watery as you paused with a sigh, he was really tugging on your heart strings huh...It was almost easier to deny him back when he was unable to actually speak his wants to you.

“Jungkook I- I mean I guess you could…? But like, it’s just lecture, it’s boring, I have to be focused the whole time and no offense but...I feel like if you came I wouldn’t focus.” You pulled a little away from him with an awkward smile while silently hoping the door had been fixed.

“Morning you two,” You turned around at the sight of Namjoon appearing from the large opening of the control room Taehyung who still looked sour following after him only to lean against the wall with crossed arms, Namjoon stepped down the three steps as he offered a polite smile, “I hope you slept well, I’m sure it’s a lot different compared to human dorms.”

You looked away from Namjoon unable to speak at the question of having slept well, you hardly slept half the night after getting your back blown out, but he was right, it was nothing like human- in any aspect whatsoever, whether it was the bed or who you got fucked by last night.

“It was fine...um the door....Is it fixed?” You pointed your thumb behind your shoulder as you offered a weak smile.

Namjoon nodded stepping closer before he abruptly paused, his brows furrowing before he looked between you and Jungkook without so much as a word, it made you somewhat self conscious as you shuffled in your spot at nobody volunteering to get the door open, “Yeah, it’s fixed, umm…” His smile was a little tense before he looked between you and Jungkook, “Are you both going out? Already?”

Jungkook refused to look his elder in the eyes, his lips plush and pouty, hair dusting over his eyes as he shuffled in his spot refusing to answer whatever unasked question his elder had, “Uh yeah, I’m going to class, Jungkook can stay here though, I’ll be back later.” You shrugged, not understanding what their problem was.

Taehyung had not interjected into the conversation yet, his dark hair brushing over his eyes only in the opposite effect of Jungkook, making him look as if he had a death warrant with your name on it, “And leave Jungkook alone?” He gritted his teeth looking like he was ready to snarl at you, your lips quirked a little and your brow lifted in confusion, wasn’t that typically what people meant when they said they had to leave…?

“Uh yeah, and I’ll come back…?” You trailed off, making it sound more like a question then a statement before Taehyung suddenly pushed off the wall, his walk was by no means in any hurry, but his shoulders were squared and his steps were paced with determination that had you taking a step back at the sight of him not stopping until he was right in front of you.

The energy of the room had gone tense before Taehyung snarled, “You bonded with my little brother and now you’re going to leave him!?”

You shrieked at suddenly being shoved against the wall, your ribs throbbing in pain as Taehyung’s hand wrapped around your throat, crushing your windpipe as you gagged, “Humans really are pathetic selfish people.” Tentacles suddenly wrapped around Taehyung’s hand before he was ripped away from you, hot red scales were a blur as Jungkook stood in front of you protectively.

Your hands rubbing your sore throat as you leaned against the wall gasping for air, “Stay out of this!” Jungkook growled, his lips twitching and his eyes burning into his brothers, “This doesn’t involve you, let me sort it out and if you ever fucking touch my mate like that again I won’t hesitate to rip your eggs straight out of your utaria.”

You jolted at the sight of Taehyung lashing out at Jungkook, both of them slamming into the wall near the hallway as they grappled and yet you could only stare in shock at what had just happened and what you had just heard. Namjoon was immediately between them both separating the two as he growled, “Taehyung that wasn’t necessary! I doubt she even realizes what happened!” Namjoon immediately twisted towards Jungkook with a scowl, “And you! What did I tell you last night?”

Jungkook’s jaw was clenched, his scales a hot burning red that matched Taehyung’s and yet his eyes couldn’t meet Namjoon’s, his lips twitching a little as he glared into the wall, his expression slowly melting as Namjoon snapped, “What did I tell you!? Why can’t you two ever listen for once? If you had we probably wouldn’t even be stuck on Earth right now! This is your mess Jungkook, I told you it wasn’t a good idea to bond this early on in our stay on Earth.”

Jungkook’s expression had turned neutral but something in his eyes still seemed bitter as he stared at the ground now, perhaps too scared to look up at you, who had backed away from all the men in shock. You...but...Jungkook said…The silence set in and slowly each brother turned their gaze towards you before Jungkook was the last, his face filled with remorse at your expression as your lips parted, “You…! You told me-” Your lips parted variously before you finally forced out a sentence, “You lied to me!”

“I didn’t!” Jungkook immediately hurried over to you, his expression filled with guilt and desperation, “I- Y/n I wasn’t even aware we had bonded until Taehyung pointed it out! I’m sorry I had no idea I…!” All you heard was excuse after excuse though, something indescribable filled your chest and your vision blurred in anger.

“I’m going! I can’t…! I can’t even look at you right now Jungkook!” Upset felt like it had magnified tenfold in your chest as you rushed down the metal stairs, punching against the button before the door opened, your throat felt squeezed and like you were suffocating as you ran as far and fast as your legs could take you. What was happening to you?

“I’m fine…”

Jimin and Seokjin exchanged glances, light poured in from the opened door behind them of your bedroom, the blanket wrapped around your body has you held it up above your nose, “Uh don’t lie bitch,” Jimin quirked a brow, his lips twitching in anger at just the sight of you trying to tell such an obvious lie, “It’s been three days since...whatever happened with JK- “Jungkook,” “I don’t give a fuck what his name is, you’ve been a recluse ever since, what happened?”

Just the mention of Jungkook’s name made your chest physically ache as you curled further into yourself, you weren’t in physical pain, you couldn’t even fully describe it.

All of your feelings just felt so amplified, like they swirled at just the surface of your chest and ready to burst out at any given moment. It felt like a physical string around your heart that squeezed and tugged harder and harder that left you in a depressed state with no energy left to do anything except what you had been doing.

Weakly sleeping half the time or scrolling on your phone in a useless attempt to think about anything other than Jungkook. You couldn’t even understand how you felt so attached to him and how much your body ached to just be wrapped up in his arms, but you were still so upset at what had happened.

Questions swirled in your mind and to which you didn’t have the answer too and it made you even more upset that you wouldn’t get answers unless you went back, “Y/n, we’re just worried.” Seokjin raised his brows, his expression apprehensive but softened at the weak state you were in, “You haven’t been out of your room ever since the morning after the party. Midterms are just around the corner, I doubt you slack off for a shit reason.”

You only curled up further before you sighed, closing your eyes as you finally caved in and mumbled an explanation as to what had happened and what you were now suffering under. Seokjin seemed more calm but Jimin’s lips were twitching in anger as he scowled, “You’re joking! Well let’s just go and demand he cut whatever alien ties he has on you.”

You knew he was just trying to help but you only shook your head, “...Taehyung said I was the one that had apparently formed the bond, I didn’t even know that was possible.” You mumbled, you buried into your pillow, a feeling of guilt building into your chest as you tried to forget the ghost image of Jungkook’s hurt eyes in your mind.

“Well it’s obviously affecting you mentally and physically, I mean seriously, you haven’t showered in days, you aren’t eating, Y/n…” Seokjin kneeled down, a frown on his face, “You need to swallow your pride, as stubborn as you are, and go talk to Jungkook about this. We’ll come with you, you probably won’t even have the energy to get there, but he’s the only one who can help.”

You managed to roll over to your side, your back facing them both now as you pulled the blanket over your head, you didn’t want to face Jungkook again, you weren’t sure you were ready to. You had so many mixed feelings and you weren’t even sure what to begin on asking questions.

Neither said anymore before you heard Seokjin reluctantly sigh, “I’ll leave it for tonight, but tomorrow morning you’re giving us directions and we’re going to get this sorted.” They both left shortly after and closed the door sinking the room back into a depth of darkness. A heavy weight back on your chest and sudden ache filling you as you curled up, a dull sense of urgency inside you but you couldn’t distinguish what for. It felt like you needed to cry even despite not feeling sad, but maybe as a way to just release this energy.

But you didn’t do anything besides lay on your back, staring up at the ceiling as you sighed, trying to ignore the dull ache of your head, what a shit show. If you had known what your life would come to by just trying to be a good person, you would’ve left him in that ditch. ----

It felt like your body was being dragged through the mud, through the fire and hell maybe even gitting shit on at this point, “This is so stupid.” You mumbled, curled up in your hoodie as you hugged your knees into your chest in the back of Seokjin’s car.

“You’re the one that fucked an alien,” Jimin snorted, twisting in his seat as he cocked a brow, “Which, what possessed you to do that seriously? Your stupid little hentai fantasies?” He stared at you with a bizarre expression as you snorted weakly.

“Yeah pretty much.”

“Fucking knew it,” Jimin collapsed back in his seat, “We could get our assholes probed by aliens now because she couldn’t keep her panties on at the sight of a slimy tentacle.” He raised his hands dramatically and you could’ve sworn you heard Seokjin try to keep from laughing at you both.

“They’ll probe you with their tentacles too, apparently they make their own lube home made so they’ll slide it right in no problem.” If you had the energy you would’ve died laughing at the way Jimin whipped around in his seat in horror.

“No fucking way. You WILLINGLY let him do that to you?”

You couldn’t stop the weak laugh escaping you as you leaned your head against the window, “I’m a slut.” You shrugged before you lifted your head a little, “Right there! It should be in the field. I think it has some sort of cloaking shield or something.” Seokjin pulled off on the old winding back road which looked familiar enough.

He hadn’t been going fast to begin with and you had already stopped twice and the two other fields had been empty so this one had to be it, and if it wasn’t then it was safe to say you broken Jungkook’s heart right in two and he and his other space fuckboy brothers left Earth for good. Which you hoped not because you felt like you were in a weird limbo between life and death at the moment.

Stepping out of the car you paused as you heaved a breath, leaning against the car as you sighed, the energy feeling like it had been sucked straight out of your soul every passing minute. Jimin looked at you mildly concerned as you waved him off, slowly pushing yourself straight up as you wrapped your arms around yourself.

The comforts of your hoodie keep you warm as you ignore the dull ache in your chest, Seokjin and Jimin both kept close as you all looked like idiots wandering around in an empty field. The empty field however, upon stepping forward had suddenly blurred before the familiar sight of the ship came into view. Seokjin and Jimin were dumbfounded at the sight as they both stared.

You only trudged forward towards the door before you slammed your hand against the metal door, “Well? What are you both doing just standing there?” You asked with a furrowed brow.

“Well sorry I didn’t fuck an alien the first chance I got.” Jimin fumbled out with a huff as he hurried over along with Seokjin.

The door had immediately been opened to a relieved looking Namjoon, his eyes briefly landing on Jimin and Seokjin warily as he spoke, “I’m glad you came back! Come on, hurry in.” He ushered you in, “...I’m assuming these are your...friends…?”

“Best friends, roommates, the same guys that also allowed your little space fuckboy to stay with us.” Jimin growled out as he crossed his arms, standing as a big brother you never asked for as Seokjin snorted.

“Chill,” He shoved Jimin a little who only grumbled under his breath before he spoke, “I’m Seokjin and that’s Jimin, we’re Y/n’s roommates we’re already uh...aware of what you guys are we just...we don’t know what’s going on, we just want Y/n to be okay.”

Namjoon nodded slowly, still a little wary but it was to be expected, he said no more as he widened the latch for the three of you, “Y/n left right at the beginning stage of their bond when it’s imperative that the newly bonded couple stay together and establish a stable connection. If not, it becomes unstable and drains the life force out of both individuals causing a wide variety of ailments and illnesses to take over. It’s good you guys came back when you did, Jungkook is doing even worse sense he was the Si in the bond.”

“What is she doing back here?” Your lips twitched a little at the snarl from Taehyung who had shot up from his seat at the table, his eyes glaring holes into you and honestly, if he could vaperize you into dust at the moment you were sure he probably would.

“Here to break the little probe ass connection your fuckboy put on her,” Jimin snapped back unappreciative at someone talking this way to you especially in the condition you were in right now.

Taehyung’s lip twitched as he shot out of his seat, “My little brother may be naive but he had good intentions and she took advantage of his fragile state! He wasn’t in any sort of headspace to do anything!” You only curled away from Taehyung with mixed feelings, you wouldn’t necessarily describe Jungkook’s state of mind at the time, fragile as it was just horny.

Namjoon sighed as he looked at Seokjin before at you and then the two feuding men who were practically glaring into one another, “Taehyung, don’t do anything irrational, I’m going to get Jungkook.” Namjoon disappeared and it was quiet inside the ship as a tension took over the room.

You tried your best to ignore it as you slumped against the wall, listening to the whirling on the interior running. Not a minute later you heard a loud flutter of steps as you looked up, Jungkook’s hair had been ruffled and he had looked extraordinarily tired, his scales however were lit up a sky blue, his lips parted as if trying to figure out if you were real or not before he hurried to you.

His arms wrapping around you and a small whimper escaping him as his nose rubbed into your neck, your face pressed into his chest with a sigh of relief, the dull ache in your chest fading quickly as you basked in the warmth of Jungkook’s arms. You had hugged many people in your life before and sure it was nice, but you couldn’t even describe the wash of comfort and love that radiated through your entire being at being curled up in this man’s arms.

Jungkook’s nose nudged at your neck a little and buried himself into your embrace as his fingers fiddled with the thick material of your hoodie, “Jungkook,” Jungkook shuffled a little, his body practically wrapped around you as his eyes slowly looked up from his content figure to meet Namjoon’s gaze, “You both should go lay down and begin to properly set your bond together, I’m sure you’re both exhausted.”

Jungkook nodded wordlessly, perhaps not trusting himself to speak as he began to lead you towards his pod, “Woah, wait hold on.” Jimin cut in only for a snarl like growl to escape Jungkook, tentacles suddenly shooting from his back protectively pulling towards the front of his body to create a barrier between you and any threat that might take you away from him.

“Woah holy fuck!” Jimin nearly screeched, holding his hands up and freaking out a little at seeing a killer glare on such an innocent face, “We didn’t come here for this…! What, what do you mean, set a bond? I don’t want Y/n out of our sight…!”

Jungkook’s lip twitched in annoyance as he set his chin on your shoulder, his arms tightening around your waist and you could see the red glow of his scales slowly deepening further into a dark maroon, he did not look happy.

Namjoon put up a hand, offering a tense smile, “All that entails is them being together and being close, they need to stabilize their bond. Once it’s set they can figure out whether they want to...bond further or…” Namjoon didn’t finish his sentence, is eyes warily lingering on the younger’s expression which was sharp and annoyed, “...You get the idea, I would advise against stopping him, trying to separate them now when he just got her back….I can’t guarantee I’ll keep you both alive.”

Jimin and Seokjin shared a wary glance before stepping aside, Jungkook’s gaze broody as he watched them sharply as he trudged you both forward, his tentacles still out and floating behind him now as if ready to strike on contact. The tension didn’t leave until you were back into his pod once more, the room having not been changed except for a lot more clutter accumulation- much like your own room.

You hadn’t even had the chance to open your mouth before you were suddenly picking up, your legs wrapping around Jungkook as you squirmed, “Jungkook!” You squeaked out, his hands gripping your ass tightly but his face kept nudging into your neck as he whined, the killer aura he had not seconds ago immediately disappearing, “Don’t ever do that again,” You were nearly crushed when you were dropped onto the bed before Jungkook collapsed on top of you, “Please.” Guilt nearly devoured your heart at the way Jungkook held back a sob, his voice pleading and cracked, “It’s not fair! You-! You can’t just do this to me then leave. Never again.” You felt warm substance dripping onto your skin and your heart was pounding in your chest.

An innate need coursing through your veins to dry his tears as you did so, “I’m sorry! I’m sorry okay?” You whispered out, your hands cupping his cheeks, that iridescent glow on his skin and his eyes watery and big, “I’m just…! I was just scared, I didn’t know what was going on and I just thought I needed time to think. I had no idea what the effects were and what would happen if I left. I’m not going to leave okay? I won’t leave.”

Jungkook only closed his eyes, tears falling down his cheeks and you couldn’t help but watch in a melancholy awe at an almost glittery substance filling his tears, making the stains on his skin glisten and glitter under the dark lights of his room, Jungkook said no more, perhaps not trusting himself too and only curled himself further against your as your hands soothingly ran through his hair as his body melted into yours. No words were further spoken between you both as you curled against him once more, your nose burying in his hair with the innate need to comfort him.

Feelings were too intense and magnified, as if you could feel every speck of hurt and misery Jungkook had suffered without you and despite being cognitively aware you in any other case wouldn’t be like this, you still were. You didn’t understand what happened, or how it happened, but what you did know was that despite all of the uncertainty, Jungkook needed you.

You weren’t sure how much time had passed, neither of you had talked for what seemed like hours, only staying close in one another's arms, and slow but surely, that unstable feeling in your chest was beginning to fade and was replaced by what you could only describe as a warm, bright thrum.

Both of you were awake, but Jungkook’s eyes looked far away, his face still laid against your chest as you tenderly stroked through his hair, “Jungkook,” He didn’t respond right away, shifting a little before those doe eyes looked up at you, his lips jutted into a soft pout that nearly broke your heart out of guilt, “What....what’s going on? I don’t understand anything.” Your fingers delicately traced his prominent cheekbones, his face immediately nuzzling into your hand as his eyes closed.

Jungkook’s lips trembled only a little as he mumbled, “...I...I’m not sure...I told you before that in order for a bond to be created it has to be wanted between both parties involved,” His nose nudged your hand as you tenderly thumbed his cheek, “Wh-which means...even if it wasn’t a surface thought you still energetically reached out and initiated the bond making you the Fi and me the Si since I accepted without realizing.”

His lips went pouty before he pressed his head back against your chest as you stared down at him mildly confused, perhaps realizing this he spoke further, “Fi and Si are considered sacred opposites, in a bond both people take on one or the other, the initiator the Fi and the receiver the Si, it makes sense you didn’t feel as much as I did, the Fi in the bond isn’t affected nearly as heavily as the Si is because you were the one who created the bond.”

You still didn’t quite understand other than this being a Yin and Yang equivalent with a dash of omegaverse on the side, but then again, if humans had descended from Orionian’s then the apple truly didn’t fall too far from the tree.

“And...the Fi is what…? The more dominant one?” You quirked a brow, a smile threatening to tug on your lips as Jungkook looked up at you, an unfair pout of his face as he set his chin on your chest, leading you to believe there was some merit to your words.

“Not exactly, it just means you were the one who established the bond, making you the one who, in more primal words, the caretaker. With newly bonded couples, it’s imperative that you be together for the first few days to stabilize the bond. Si tends to be more....” He shifted a little, his scales becoming pink as he buried into your chest, “...Clingy...and Fi tends to facilitate and care for Si while the bond stabilizes.”

Your hand made its way back to his hair as you tenderly combed through the soft silky locks as Jungkook’s relaxed back against you, practically melting into your touch as you hummed, “And...if it isn’t stabilized?”

Jungkook shifted a little against you as he mumbled, “...Well, both people become....I don’t know how to truly describe, if a bond isn’t stabilized...it becomes difficult to distinguish your own feelings from your partners, and with the bond unstable it causes an emptiness to fill both which causes sadness and pain, but because feelings can be mutually felt, it magnifies those feelings tenfold...Until eventually….” Jungkook frowned as he shrugged a little timidly, “Both go insane, or end up commiting suicide out of despair. Si feels it a lot more intensely then Fi though because of being the one who was tethered into the bond rather than creating it.”

Oh…

You said nothing, feeling even worse now knowing what had happened and what you could have possibly caused, not only this but for Jungkook to suffer through so much all because you couldn’t just hear him out for less than five minutes, “Don’t blame yourself,” Jungkook sat up a little to look at you earnestly, as if knowing exactly what you felt despite not saying anything, “You don’t know anything about Orionian’s, I...I should’ve handled everything better then I did…” His gaze lowered looking a little glassy as he sighed, “Just...please never do that again.” He collapsed back against you with a quiet mumble, “I was miserable.”

“I won’t baby.” You ushered softly, pressing your lips into his hair as he basked in your love, the silence taking over once more as you relaxed back down against him, intending on letting yourself fall asleep again before you felt a low rumble in your stomach, before you sighed...Well he did say since you were….Fi...that you were supposed to be a caretaker....?

“Hey, I’m starving...you want me to get us something to eat?” You sat up a little as Jungkook shifted beneath you with a whine, his cheeks puffing a little as he huffed, saying nothing but you had a suspicion that he was definitely hungry, “I’m getting us something to eat, what do you want babe?” You got out of bed making Jungkook scramble with another whine.

He immediately latched himself to you as you sighed, “Then we’re going together. Do you guys even have human food here?”

“We have plamatic barrettes.” Jungkook perked a little in excitement as you frowned.

“Can...Are...are they edible for humans?” You raised a brow as you opened the door, doing an awkward waddle as Jungkook back hugged you, happily nuzzling into your neck before he frowned.

“Well...um…” He rubbed his head as you tutted, it wasn’t that you weren’t willing to try it but you were really craving some fries right now and whatever it was they ate, didn’t sound even close to a potato.

“We can try it later babe, I brought my wallet so we can go get something to eat, if Jimin and Seokjin haven’t left it’ll be like a two minute drive.” You shrugged as you both entered the common space.

“You both aren’t going anywhere.” Namjoon had been running around with Taehyung while Jimin and Seokjin were working frantically on...what looked like an engine box as the man turned around with a serious expression making you and Jungkook twist into concern, “The Arbitrators are here on Earth, which means we’re leaving.”

You didn’t quite understand the gravity of the situation but...you had a feeling this wasn’t an ideal situation.

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Drunken in charge

A/N: So I already posted this on wattpad a while ago. I was busy with learning for my exam, but now I finally managed to edit everything so I can post it on tumblr for those who don't read in wattpad

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Pairing: Ouat Felix x Reader

Warnings: Smut, NSFW, fingering, oral, unprotected sex, consuming of alcohol, swearing, really unrealistic sex scene lol, unprotected sex

Summary: Felix is being left in charge for the camp while Pan is absent, so games are off along with every other game. What is there else to do than drink? The second in command uses this opportunity to finally get closer to the reader after being so distant for a long time.

word count: 9968

The Island was harsh and cruel to everyone in an unfair but equal way. Even though the lost boys lived free on Neverland, they still were ruled by the mischievous leader named Peter Pan. Each of them had their own suffering they would not mention to anyone, rather feel the pain alone and the loneliness followed them with every step. But if someone caught Y/N's eye the most, it was the quiet second in command, Felix. He always stayed close to his leader and would always follow his command. His cold facade never told her a single thought, making him special in his own way. He would leave the girl alone and only joined her on missions, but even then, the second in command would remain quiet. Pan on the other hand, tormented Y/N with thousands of useless tasks, while the lost boys worked on their own duties that seemed to make way more fun. No matter how hard she tried, Y/N would never fit in the group of lost boys, their name alone excluded her. None of them treated her fair, always left her out and acted like she was their servant. At first, the boys all seemed curious, and also a little intrigued about her appearance. They wondered why the shadow brought a girl to Neverland and if she would stay forever or just for a while. Their vicious behavior scared her off the first days, keeping her distance in a small tent. There was nothing special about Y/N, and she wondered why Pan brought her here from the beginning. Soon they boys learned that as well, treating her harshly like everybody else. They mocked her for being too weak, being too emotional,- they mocked her for not being a boy. After a while Y/N stopped asking questions and simply agreed to her new life. There were many good things to mention, nothing here was all bad. No one cared about her exploring the island during the day, at least if she did not go too far. If she wanted to cook for herself, there was no one in the way, and if she wanted to read in her tent, they would not enter- also because she was definitely sure Pan forbat it. The lost boy's feared and loved their leader at the same time, the way he let them live the free life they always wanted and not even seeing how dangerous it could be had convinced them. Y/N had distanced herself from them and their cruelty, rarely appeared to any big occasion and rather traveled along the river that ran it's way through the meadow and pastures. It was a surprise when one boy asked her one day to join a game, leaving her startled and unable to answer since no one ever really attempted to talk to the girl. It woke a piece of hope inside her, some of the younger boys already liked Y/N, yet, there was always something suspicious around the older ones.

"C'mon!" The thin boy yelled excitedly and waved his hands through the air, gesturing to follow him.

"This will be fun!"

Y/N avoided the demanding boy and tilted her head while her eyes wandered through the group before they stopped at the second in command, his eyes already burning on her skin when she detected him on his log, not far. His gaze made her nervous, uncomfortable and she questioned the decision to join the game. Something inside her shook the thought off, that Felix would approach her one day for some other reason than Pan made him, or that he would ask her to join a game.

"No…" Y/N answered nervously and looked back to the lost boy, trying to ignore Felix in the back. She did not trust that boy the slightest.

"I have to clean the kitchen." She lied and dropped her gaze to the ground. The boy left as quickly as he came, not even trying to convince her further as if the interest was faked like everything else on this Island. After a while she sat alone in silence, watching the smaller boys play with sticks and some older ones preparing some meat and stickbread for the bonfire. The feeling of being watched did not let go. Y/N tried her best not to look suspicious and quickly let her eyes wander further when she found the guilty boy, Felix.

Why is he still staring at me?

She never found out. The boy stayed exactly where he was and so did Y/N. He would constantly steal a glimpse and for a moment goosebumps spread all over her body, as butterflies rumbled in her stomach. A few days went on and she had catched the second in command staring at her over and over again. Whenever she looked at him, he quickly shifted his eyes somewhere in hope not to be catched. Sitting at the dining table she would catch him, when she did the laundry or cooked in the humble kitchen. The lost boy woke some curiosity inside the girl, the urgent need to know why he would always steal a glimpse, whenever she walked by. He never slipped a nasty comment, definitely strange compared to the other lost boys and their vivid temper. He never approached her or tried to keep up a conversation either. As soon as the sun went down, Pan appeared in front of Y/N's tent, calling her to come out and get some firewood. His second in command stood not far, leaning against the bark of a tree and chewing on a toothpick. He didn't need to wait for his leader's command, already knowing he had to join her.

"Be quick." Pan ordered sternly, pressing his brows together before strutting back to the other boys. Her eyes instantly shifted over to the lanky, blonde boy, a smirk plastered on his pale face. If Pan knew that this was not a good idea? Felix turned on his heels and led the way through the trees uphill where the bushes covered the edges down to the abyss, not looking back once.

"C'mon, girlie." He said.

'Don't call me that!' She snapped back and paced up. The lost boy's camp disappeared on the ground, the higher Y/N followed the path before Felix stopped in front of a dark forest, the leaves swallowing every light before it could touch the ground.

"Princess." Felix corrected cockily, watching her step between the trees. She started to blush and was unable to say something, so she decided to simply ignore the giant boy's nickname for her, no matter how flattering his words seemed. She tried to act tough, tougher than she actually was, in hope he would recognise it.

"How in the hell should we get wood in the dark?' Y/N mumbled as she stared into the pitch black.

"Are you scared?" Felix teased and gave her a smirk. His voice was deep and rough, unsettling but still going like honey through her ears. The girl scoffed at him and rolled her eyes, then led the way with firm steps, not even seeing the ground and suddenly tripping over into a mess of wood.

"Fuck!" She hissed and held her hands to check the unbruised skin. The lost boy started to laugh darkly to himself, before he stepped closer.

"This wood is full of chunks." Felix explained and bent down to pick up the wood. Y/N rose to her feet and grabbed some wood, not saying another word. Felix remained silent as well, heading with heavy back to the camp. After a while he stopped and turned, watched if she could catch up and continued when the girl was close enough. All the time she wanted to talk to him, using the moment all alone with him, but as she hurried to follow the second in command, no single idea for a conversation came to her mind. It was like someone wiped every thought away and replaced it with the heavy drumming of her heartbeat. As soon as she reached the clearing, Felix dropped the wood onto the ground and left them for the other boys to take care of it. Her chunks landed right next to his and she paced up to catch up with the gloomy second in command, when a tight grip on the girl's wrist stopped her.

"Where do you think you're going?"

Y/N tilted her head and faced Dave, a tall chubby boy with messy brown hair, his eyes dark and soft like marbles. The lost boy looked like a bear, warm and welcoming, nevertheless it were his words that often scared her off. He only had nasty comments for Y/N, threats and if Pan wouldn't protect her for being a weak girl, the lost boy would probably harm her physically as well.

"The potatoes won't cook themselves!" Dave barked and pushed her harshly away before his eyes wandered over to the kitchen tent. Y/N bit her tongue to stop slipping a nasty comment, marched over to the humble kitchen and let out a growl when she saw the mess inside.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" She whined as her eyes wandered over the dirty pots and Pan's, knives and forks along with every spoon. At least it was not stinking and disgusting, easy to wash, yet an avoidable effort if every boy would clean after themselves. But why should they? They had Y/N. Deciding to only clean the essential goods and shoving the other things aside, she opened a little basket with potatoes in it and placed them on the little counter. Like she expected, no one came to help her during the cooking, only one boy showed up to ask if she could hurry up. The same boy did not even thank her when she finally gave them the cooked potatoes half an hour later. The selfish behaviour of these boys was the thing Y/N hated most, more reason to focus on the second in command, the only boy who had never shown her this nasty attitude. While every other boy slowly gathered around the bonfire after they ate, Felix stayed where he was. He did not dance like the others and Y/N was not even sure if he could hear what the boys claimed to hear. Pan once said, his flute was special and the girl was supposed to hear her too. None of them had an explanation, still, it did not seem like the first time for Pan, seeing something like this.

The girl's eyes darted back to Felix, his eyes already burning on her skin and she instantly moved her head to make it look less obvious. The tempting idea of walking over to him burned inside her guts, but with all those boys around, she was like being frozen in place. The second in command never talked to her when it was not necessary, not even one muscle in his face twitched when he interacted with the others. Still, something inside Y/N pulled her towards him from the beginning, as if his attempt to block her out was even more tempting. When she distanced herself from the bonfire back to her tent, Felix stayed at his seat instead of following her like she had imagined he would do. A little disappointed she went to bed and kept twirling all her thoughts around the mysterious second in command. There were so many questions about him. No one ever understood Felix, maybe not even Pan, although they were closer to each other than no one else on this whole Island.

The following days Pan left Felix in charge, going on a mission by himself. The absence of Neverland's leader made itself noticeable first, when the lost boys stopped playing their big games and went directly to their duties, almost no words slipping from their usually loud mouths as they worked in silence. The day had started boring for everyone on it, Pan was already away for a few days, so Felix was fully in charge. Games were off, along with parties and especially dances in the evening. If Y/N could tell, the dances were the most annoying thing to the second in command, the thing he hated the most. Felix did not like the idea of taking care of anybody else but himself. So it came that even after weeks, Y/N had barely exchanged some words with him. He would simply avoid her and in case of sharing a task, just stare at her in curiosity. It was a lie to say he did not make her nervous, even when it was not in a scary way. The second in command was weird in any way and whenever he built himself up in front of her, she and broad, he made her look even shorter than she actually was. A feeling almost pleasant instead of scary. It was like something pulled her towards the cold lost boy, but the lack of courage would not let her talk to him. If he felt the same?

Felix was intimidating to look at, it was like something was wrong with his face but Y/N could never tell what. His high pitched cheeks were sharp and narrow and there was an awful scar running along his left cheek up to his brows like an 'x'. The most creepy things were his eyes though, whenever she looked into them, she was willingly drowning in a cold puddle that dragged her deeper in. They pierced her, as if he knew every secret inside the girl's head. Nevertheless, he was not ugly, rather pretty to look at. When his blonde hair hung messy over his face and the way he smelled. Whenever she walked past him, she would smell pinewood and musk. Even though he was well known for his cruelty, the lost boy never raised his hand against Y/N, nor called her nasty things like the others did. She was not even sure on how to do it anyways. Felix always looked busy or like he did not want anyone to speak to him. When she thought of it, the girl could not remember one single boy really talking to the second in command except Pan, but then again,- they only talked about plans and other secrets. He was a mystery of his own, a riddle for Y/N to solve. She glanced over to him and saw that he was carving something into a piece of wood. The lanky lost boy had distanced himself from the other boys, having his seat on a log as closest to the forest as possible. Maybe she could strike a conversation about his passion for carving? He was doing that almost everyday without talking about it and when she thought about it, she had never seen the final results. After a while, courage overcame her, so she stood up and walked slowly into Felix's direction, already noticing in the corner of her eyes the disapproving and concerned looks of some boys. They started to talk quietly to each other and she instantly knew it was about her. Their eyes burned more on Y/N's skin with each step further towards Felix, making her feel nervous and jumpy. Rolling with her eyes at them, she still marched to the lanky blonde boy, stopping when she was close enough to him. The heads of the lost boys instantly shot away, as if they felt too scared to let Felix know about their curiosity when he lifted his heavy head from his broad shoulders.

Felix's eyes darted up, his mouth shut tight and his facial expression went blank like always. His look told Y/N that he was strong, but never how he felt. She tried to say something, but the words got stuck in her throat. Unable to speak, she stared with a deadpan face back at the second in command, trying to find an excuse for her behaviour. The idea with the wood seemed so dumb suddenly and she wished she could just melt into the ground or simply disappear as the lost boy stared back at her, locking their eyes and waiting for her to say something.

"Have you seen Pan?" Y/N choked out and sounded calmer than she expected to be. The blonde boy raised an eyebrow suspiciously and nodded behind him into the dark forest. Big trees hovered high up into the sky, all around the clearing, hiding every view. It was pitch black. Y/N swallowed at the sight of the dark woods and she shook her head slowly, feeling so scared of the unknown dangers. There was no reason for her to see Pan, the leader was not a pleasant person himself and the lie only made her more anxious.

"I think it wasn't important anyways." She mumbled unsure and turned around, feeling how her whole face heatened up at the fact that she talked to the mysterious second in command. Suddenly, the tall boy grabbed her by the wrist, causing her to turn and face him again.

"I'll bring you to him, if you feel scared to go alone." He said dry and rose to his feet, tall and intimidating. The girl was so small next to him, peeking up to him again as her limbs lightly started to tremble. Felix glanced down at her and again, she shook her head slowly. The girl did not know if he simply did not notice it, but when the lost boy shoved her into the pitch black, terror overcame her. What was he doing? Not daring to say a word, before the light around her vanished, she only felt the lost boy's hand on her back as he pushed her gently forwards. Her heart was pounding so hard, she feared he might feel it. Where the hell would he bring her? Where was Pan all the time?

"Don't." Y/N winced and turned on her heels, running past Felix back into the camp. The lost boy instantly jumped around and stormed after her, chasing her across the clearing towards some big trees. She tripped over one of their big roots, almost crashing down but still finding her balance. This was the moment Felix jumped at the girl, crashing down with her, his heavy weight pressing the air out of her lungs. The lost boy spun her around and pinned her arms down on the floor before she could take a sharp inhale. Y/N tried to free herself in panic, but she could not move at all, when the slender boy straddled her and held her down. The colours in Y/N's face faded away and her heart pumped wild inside her as if it were about to explode, unable to tell if she felt excited or scared. Maybe a healthy mix of both. She was sure he did not want to hurt her. Frankly, he never did.

"Why in the hell are you running from me." He asked angry, slightly confused and she thought even a bit hurt as he pressed his brows strictly together.

"Don’t hurt me." She muttered and the pale boy frowned. He loosened his grip and swiftly rose to his feet and pulled his hood back over his head, then strutted quickly away, not even giving her a last glance.

That was strange, she thought. Her heart was still beating furiously. What happened? The lost boy scared her and made her feel like burning at the same time. She took a deep breath and raised to her feet, wiping the dirt off her clothes. Felix was a strange guy and he only confused Y/N. Why did he just stand up and leave? She was not dumb and clearly could add two and two together. But it could not be that the second in command had some interest in her, why should he? The boy barely spoke to the girl, even when they had chores together. Y/N remembered one of the first days, when Pan sent them both to get some dreamshade and the tall blonde did not even let her near one of those plants, not even mentioning why. When he held the filled glasses, the boy walked a big distance between her back to camp, giving her the feeling of not being wanted. Later she had learned the dangers of it and Felix's strange behaviour now. It was an easy addition but she needed to be sure, not even knowing how to deal with this information.

If I am right.

The next day Felix clearly avoided her. Whenever he felt like she was too close, the lost boy would quickly find another place to go. She did not want to ask any of the boys about it, not wanting them to know, but it was obviously something off. They would not answer her anyways, only giving her questioning looks. After that weird situation in the evening before, the second in command completely vanished. There was no big effort to look for him and when the girl went to bed, she completely forgot about him. He had not given her any duties yet, so she took her chance and left the camp to take a shower and later gather some fruits and seeds, everything edible the Island would offer her without having to kill. She did not know how to hunt and was not sure if she could even catch an animal. Peter once told her that his best man would teach her to hunt, but Felix always seemed to be so busy that she simply never asked him to. At first she had avoided the blonde, lanky boy, not knowing his temper. He had scared her so much but now she could not stop thinking of how he had straddled her and how much she liked it. This was stupid. She barely knew Felix and still Y/N pictured herself with him in so many daydreams now. It was always easier to dream about someone and she was not crazy enough to consider anything about the rough boy. But where would he be? What is he doing right now? God, she needed to stop thinking about Felix. She was overthinking.

The time passed by and Y/N found herself at the clearing again, watching two boys fight in the distance, with a small crowd around to cheer their violence. Her eyes wandered over the whole area, searching for the second in command. He sat far away next to a few older lost boys that hollered around while drinking some rum. Since Felix would not let them do anything, the only possible solution for the boys was to drink and do stupid things that would not bother the tall scarred one. They were drinking more alcohol than any adult could ever handle. The girl's eyes shifted over the group, seeing how they stumbled and swayed around. Felix sat on a log with his own bottle of rum in his hands, he kept his distance from the other boys, observing them with a blank expression but it was visible that he was drunk, too. When he saw Y/N entering the camp, the second in command's head spun around, meeting her gaze and she could swear his face lightened up.

"Y/N!" Someone big yelled excitedly and jumped at her from the side, almost swaying her off her feet before she could even think of the name "Felix".

"Drink with us!" The chubby boy cheered with a dizzy voice. His dark, bushy eyebrows hung deep over his small eyes and he wrinkled his nose, making a nasty, slimy sound, reminding her of a mull. He was not pretty to look at, mean and vicious, sometimes insulting for no reason. He was that kind of a boy who would mock one and still complain when they did not want to be his friend.

"No, tha-"

"DRINK!" The chubby boy repeated himself more aggressively and grabbed Y/N's wrist to stop her from leaving before she could even try getting away. His fat fingers would definitely leave a mark later as she furiously tried to yank herself free.

"YOU ARE HURTING ME!" Y/N whined and buried her nails into his wrist, but the lost boy would not let go.

"It will be fun! Don't be such a lame ass." He gave back and tightened his grip. Felix, who had watched the whole scene from a distance, immediately jumped to his feet and stormed towards them, yanking the boy away and threw him violently into the mud. He gave him the most powerful kick that his anger would provoke, that the sound of the fat lost boy's scream caught everyone's attention.

"I will snap your fucking neck!" Felix threatened so calmly that the other boys would not even hear it as he pressed his jaw together, his hands forming into fists that his knuckles turned white. The chubby moonface groaned dizzy and turned onto his stomach, trying to lift himself drunkenly out of the sludge. With a closer look, Y/N understood why they all called him Piggy, instead of Mull. He turned his head confused around before he would drop back onto the ground again. The girl's eyes widened at the sight of this cruelty, even though she felt relieved and maybe a little entertained to see Piggy like this. He truly deserved it. On the other hand, she wondered why Felix came so quickly to help after he had tried his best to get out of her way. Y/N's cheeks burned up and she knew it would be the perfect moment to talk to him.

"Go." Felix said. He turned to her and shoved her gently away from the boys towards the tents. His big hand warmed her comfortably on her back, waking the butterflies in her stomach and causing her to shiver. The second in command rested one one of his arms on the girl's shoulder to keep his balance as he swayed between the tall bushes forwards between the trees.

"You should go to sleep." The lost boy said huskily, stopping in front of her tent, his grey eyes staring at the closed curtains. The excitement inside Y/N turned into disappointment when she saw where this actually went, so she stared irritated at the tent as Felix pulled his arm away and stepped away, slowly heading back.

"I am not tired!" Y/N gave back and knitted her brows together, confused why he just left her now. He could have stayed at the camp instead of joining her in the first place. Why come all this way up here? Felix's head spun around before turning back to stop right in front of the girl. He bent down to face her and made it possible to smell the alcohol in his breath as she stared into his gray eyes illuminated by the pale moonlight. The messy, ashen hair hung half over his face,- Y/N liked so many things about him and right now he was so perfect. He has never been that close before, except when he had tackled her.

"The boys aren't so well behaved," The second in command snickered. "Especially not in that state."

Y/N giggled when she thought of Felix acting like he was a good boy, after all those terrible things he did. There was a reason why he was second in command of this brutal gang and he proved it by the way he treated Piggy.

"And you're not?" She gave back quite bravely, raising an eyebrow cockily. Felix chuckled low to himself, slightly shaking his head before he gave her a smirk, showing his white palette of perfectly lined up teeth.

"If you want me to," Felix purred and wiggled with his brows. "I'll be whatever you want."

The girl felt goosebumps spread all over her body at his words and for a moment, she just stared speechless back at him, unable to say a word and wanting nothing more than kissing those pink lips. Felix was drunk, he could not think straight and definitely did not mean what he said. The lost boy's breath tickled hers and she noticed how close he was and how she just had to lean in, to steal a kiss. There was no way she would risk it, well aware that Pan loved games and she could not let the thought go, his best man would love them as well.

"Do you have any suggestions?" She asked as her nose touched his, her lips almost on his as she gently ran her hands over his chest. Felix ignored the question, moving instinctively and rough, grabbing Y/N's neck and pulling her in to close the distance between their mouths. His tongue was warm and tasted like liquor, still it did not bother her at all, when he vividly explored the inside of her mouth. Felix's hands vanished under her hair, grabbing her head and pressing the girl firmer against him while his intoxicated mind led his actions. Y/N gasped surprised into the kiss, not expecting him to do this even though it was what she wished for. Felix was way taller than her and for the moment he was forced to bend down at her height, holding her in his broad arms that pressed her tightly against his chest. When Felix’s pulled away, his eyes were still shut and he ran his thumb over Y/N's lips, licking his own and let out a gasp when he realised that he did not only imagined to do that. Then his eyes widened and she could see that he realised for the first time what just happened, what he just did.

"Sorry…" Felix mumbled unbelievingly and shook his head with widened eyes. He pushed her harshly away and rose to his feet, quickly checking full terror if someone had watched it.

"I was-" Felix spoke hoarse and slowly took a step back, then another one, a few more, until he turned on his heels and sprinted quickly away, not finishing what he tried to say.

Y/N stood there for a moment as if she were stuck in place, not able to process what just happened. With a swift movement she stormed through the curtains of her tent towards her bed to hide under the covers. She grabbed a pillow, held it against her face and screamed inside it. It was hard to tell if she felt excited or embarrassed. Felix kissed her, so why should she be worried about something? Maybe it was a test and she failed? Hell no, that would be some serious bullshit if that were the first explanation and she had seen his reaction. The way he held her and how he tasted heatened her up. Every cell inside her body craved for more.

No, what are you doing, she thought and shook her head, replaying that scenario in her head over and over again like a broken record. With a swift move she rolled onto her back and stared up at the curtain ceiling, hoping to find an answer to what her next step could be. If the lost boys would find out, they would never stop talking about it, maybe even start to think she was easy to have. Y/N gulped and squinted her eyes at the thought of them all trying to hit on her. Felix was different though. He was tall and intimidating, his cold stare would pierce through her with a burning desire and his smell intoxicated her mind. Whenever he was around, she could barely think straight, desperately wanting to figure out what laid beneath that cold facade. Never in a thousand years, she could have guessed that he liked her back. On the other hand, he was not able to make proper decisions drunkenly and maybe Y/N was encouraging herself too much. There was almost nothing she knew about the tall boy and falling for him that fast could only harm herself in the end.

Y/N closed her eyes and brought her fingers to her lips, touching them, while imaging to feel Felix's on them again and remember what they tasted like. The second in command barely spoke to her and now that? There was definitely more behind it. It had to. Her other hand slowly wandered over her stomach to pull up the dress, slipping a finger inside to play with herself. It was not the first time she thought of him while touching herself, but this time something was off. Deep inside her something stopped Y/N, no matter how aroused she already was. She needed to talk to Felix. Under no circumstances she would let him ignore her for days again. Yanking the blanket away, Y/N jumped out of the bed and eagerly left the tent, turning her head furiously around to find the tall boy. He did not sit next to the others anymore and when she walked downhill to his cabin, she could feel her heart pumping furiously inside her chest. The girl stopped in front of the wooden door to knock and when no one answered she knocked again.

"Felix!" She tried to be as loud as she could be while still not attracting someone else's attention. There was still no answer and she felt dumb for even thinking it was as easy as this to find him after the previous events. He could not be far, the lost boys still needed someone who had an eye on them before someone could get hurt. Their hollering was still audible and the bonfire in the distance let Y/N see a few of them behind the bushes. For a moment she thought of going back to the clearing again, hoping to find Felix there, but the thought of meeting Piggy alone now was no good.

"Y/N." The girl suddenly heard Felix’s raspy voice behind her and she turned dazzled around, the warmest smile sitting on her lips.

Felix swayed dizzily into her direction, closing the gap between them two while he tried to keep his balance. The lost boy's head was too high up, making it impossible to steal a kiss from him now.

"What are you doing here? I told you to sleep." He asked nervously and pulled her away from his cabin towards the trees, his head constantly turning to look if someone watched. When he placed his hand on the girl's back again, his touch sent electric waves through her spine and she wondered how his slender finger would feel on her bare skin.

"Did you drink more?" She asked, noticing how he swayed more and the second in command vividly shook his head in response, grinning like a small boy on a sunny day.

"You have."

"No."

"Yes."

"Uh-Uh."

"I can cleanly tell-"

"I am-," Felix grabbed Y/N gently by the back of her neck and pulled her in, his face coming closer again. "-Not. Drunk."

She started to laugh and leaned into his grip, bringing her own hand up to touch his scar. Felix's blue eyes melted when he felt her fingers, closing them and relaxing as her touch traced as light as a feather down his skin. He relaxed for a moment and enjoyed the touch on his scarred skin, before he suddenly woke out of trance.

"The boys better not see us." He cleared his throat and broke apart, letting go of her.

"No one saw us, Felix." His name echoed through the dark forest like honey and Y/N grabbed his hand tight- she was way smaller than his. The girl felt Felix's breath in her face, how his nose almost touched hers and before he could do anything she had already closed the gap between them two, pressing her lips against his. Felix moaned surprised into her mouth but instantly grabbed her cheeks and slid his tongue inside. She could still taste the liquor and wondered if she might have taken advantage of this situation. The tall boy's moans told her otherwise. He moved his hands slowly towards the girl's waist down to her ass, cupping it rough while her smell intoxicated his senses.

"We shouldn't." He whispered and she heard him move even though it was too dark to see. Nevertheless Felix pressed himself harder against her and she felt through his pants how hard he already was from only kissing.

"Why not." She breathed against his neck, leaving a trail of kisses.

"The boys," Felix said, his eyes rolling back with a soft moan when he felt her tongue on his throat. It was enough to convince the second in command, his fingers wandered over her delicate body, burying them inside her tender flesh. It's been a long time since someone touched Y/N and she could not resist the lost boy's demanding hands. He lifted her dress and wandered with his palm over her skin to the rim of the underwear, enjoying the small moans when his fingers wandered further to her inner thigh, drawing invisible circles on it.

"Felix…" His grip tightened when he heard the girl purr his sweet name in the most delicious way and he almost could not hold himself back to tear her clothes off right at this place. The lost boy dared to slip one of his fingers inside Y/N's panties and when she did not complain, he pushed his slender index inside of her, feeling how her soft walls tightened around him. If Felix had not realised it earlier, he knew at least by now how much she craved him when he felt how wet she already was. Y/N let out a gasp when he started to push his long finger in and out of her, causing the girl's legs to tremble and her knees to shiver in excitement. She closed her eyes, giving up trying to see something in the dark as she melted into Felix's arms, her face sliding down onto his shoulder. She found her balance by grabbing the lost boy's leg and then she realised that he was kneeling in front of her. Y/N was actually glad that the surroundings were pitch black, feeling her cheeks heating up in embarrassment from her uncontrollable sweet moans. Before she would absolutely lose her mind, the girl managed to push the lost boy slightly away from her while her hands moved down to his belt. Her fingertips ran over the leather and the lost boy instantly frowned at her touch, his whole body stiffened and he stopped moving for a second.

"W-wait." He stammered, the adrenaline pushing the dizziness of the alcohol away. "I-I… never…" he continued and stopped, his hands wrapped around Y/N's wrist, insecurities overwhelming him as he held her in a safe distance. Now she really wished to see his face, well aware that he must look like earlier when he kissed her, startled and somehow shy.

"Well," she replied after a small pause, her voice echoing clear through the night, "Neither have I."

There was an awkward silence between them two and if the lost boy would not hold her by her hips, she would probably believe he was gone by now. The second in command was embarrassed for no reason, what did he fear? Y/N had no clue how to do this and if she was honest, it was way more appealing that Felix was a virgin, too, even though she did not expect that. All the time she thought he was so confident and now he was so vulnerable to her. The lost boy still did not speak, so she bent into another kiss, hoping to catch his lips in the dark. Felix gasped when he felt her lips on his scar and pulled the girl back in. This was good, they did not need to talk- should not talk. It would only make this weird. Talking would come naturally. Felix grabbed Y/N's hands gently and brought them back to his belt for her to continue what she had started. She let her fingers trail over the leather to his buckle to open it, enjoying the moment when she opened the button of his pants and slowly pulled down his zipper. The lost boy moaned inside her mouth when she slid her hand into his pants, pumping his hardened cock as best as the tight cotton would allow her to. Felix noticed her struggle and broke apart from the kiss to lift himself up and take off his clothes. Y/N heard how each piece of clothing dropped onto the ground while she waited to be told to do the same.

"Should I keep my dress on or-"

"Keep it on." Felix ordered and chuckled to himself, then pulled her back against him, his cock pressing against her stomach. The lost boy let his hands slide under the girl's dress and pulled down her panties for more access, then kneeled naked in front of her while his fingers did their magic. They felt so long and strange, making Y/N wonder if she could even handle Felix's cock. He already felt so big in her hand when she touched him again, fully exposed and hardened. The lost boy lifted one of her legs over his broad shoulder and before Y/N could even figure out what he was doing, Felix pressed his tongue against her clit. She let out a surprised gasp and giggled at the ticklish sensation. The lost boy felt how tense her leg was and reached for the girl's hand, holding it and drawing invisible circles on her palm.

"Relax." He lifted his head and lightly squeezed her fingers, caressing it a little, then pushed his mouth against her slit, his hot breath warming her as his tongue slid over her clit. The comfort of his touch relaxed Y/N instantly as if the lost boy had enchanted her somehow. He pressed his rough tongue harder against her, burying his face between her legs as he ate her out. The girl could not control herself to keep her from moaning, but led the boy's pace with it, whenever something felt good. He buried his nails into the tender flesh of her thighs and with a swift move he pushed the girl down onto the ground, pushing his fingers faster into her. She could not tell which was tongue or fingers, the overflowing sensation spread inside her body up to her eyes as she felt how she got closer to her orgasm. When Felix’s jaw started to ache he broke apart, breathing heavily and leaving Y/N craving for more on the cold ground in the exact moment she would almost finish. Without saying a word the lost boy pulled himself up to her, placing some sloppy kisses on her mouth before placing his arms next to her, so that his weight would not be too much.

"I want you so much." He panted while he slowly let his thumb circle over her aroused clit.

"Felix-" She pressed her lips onto his and stroked his hardened dick and pulled his torso closer to lead him to her wet entrance. The lost boy let out an uncontrollable moan as he pressed his dick against her dripping slit that already craved him so hard, slowly gliding in to make the girl feel every piece of his mighty cock. He stayed in this position for a moment to adjust this feeling and Y/N felt herself tighten around him, excitement overwhelming her body along with the smell of the lost boy intoxicating her mind.

"Fuck!" Felix hissed as he started to move in a steady motion. His lips caught her once more, pulling her into a long, passionate kiss. Y/N took a sharp breath and pushed her hand against his abdomen, when the lost boy moved, feeling like getting torn apart by him. The lost boy stopped for a moment, shoving one arm under her neck to hold her while his lips softly traced over her chest. After a short moment, Felix moved again. Y/N buried her nails into his skin and rolled her eyes back as the lost boy thrusted into her core, slowly feeling herself relaxing in this position after a few strokes. The pain faded away and she melted into Felix's body as if he was meant to hold her. The sweetest words kept unsaid, too embarrassing, too emotional, still, there was something inside them both that felt more than just enjoying sex. It was Felix who took her virginity and the thought of being the one who took his let her heart skip faster. The second in command felt like a dream,- his sweaty, hot skin pressed tight against hers, his abs flexed and hardened during every move and he was just so fucking tall. Felix moved both of his hands down and cupped her naked butt, lifting Y/N up and pressing her against the bark of a tree. He buried his fingers into her tender flesh and left a trail of kisses on her neck as far as he would reach her. The lost boy held Y/N as if she weighed nothing, pressing her body tightly against his skin. She could not resist sinking her teeth into his neck, sucking on the delicate spot until she was sure he would not leave without a mark. As soon as Felix realised what she was doing, he pulled her head back by her hair. To his own surprise, she let out a light moan, feeling even more excited from his big hand in them.

"The boys can't know." Felix purred into Y/N's ear before he licked over her neck, sinking his teeth lightly into her shoulder to hold him back from letting out another moan.

"Harder!" The girl commanded for Felix's surprise, who had already thought he was already being too rough with her. The lost boy followed the order, pressing himself tighter against her before he paced up, pumping in and out. The sudden sensation flooded Y/N's body and she knew there was something building up inside her, an indescribable feeling of being high. Felix moans got higher, sometimes even stuck in his throat and she was sure he was close too and that he desperately wanted to climax. Before she could realise it, Felix swayed them back onto the ground, gripping her ankles and pressing them against his legs as she wrapped her arms around his neck to capture the lost boy in another kiss.

"I am almost-" Felix spoke in a hoarse tone. It was so dark and Y/M really wished she could see his face at this moment. Felix was so vulnerable right now and even though his moans were the most beautiful melody in her ears, just the thought of a short glimpse of his face made her feel hotter.

"Felix." She purred when he suddenly hit a spot that would not stop making her feel like being on ecstasy.

"I-." She gasped when the knot inside her stomach released and she felt her orgasm roaring through her body with thousands of tiny, electric waves. Jaw clenched and eyes pinched, Felix gave it to her in short, powerful bursts, filling her up with throbbing pumps. His abs flexed and his hands tightened around her ankles. He cursed. His body tensed, and she swore she felt his cock pulsing inside of her as he came in waves, thrusting in and out until he felt himself getting soft.

"Fuck…" Felix let her legs fall to the side as he bent to rest his head on her sweaty chest. "That was…"

She combed her fingers through his messy hair, almost out of words how incredibly good she felt. "That was something."

"Yeah." He kissed the spot between her breasts, "It was."

Felix pulled his dick out, not even seeing the mess he made but still wanting more. Neither of them wanted that night to end and for a while, Felix tried to find his clothes and Y/N thought of how she would clean herself up.

"C'mon." Felix whispered and she heard him step away.

"Wait!" Y/N called and quickly grabbed her underwear- well, the only choice right now-, cleaning herself with it, before running after the tall blonde and crashing into his back.

"Easy, love." He chuckled and grabbed her under one of his arms and strutted towards the dark in one direction, knowing this place perfectly, even drunkenly and without light.

"Where are we going?" The girl asked after what felt like an eternity for her, but in reality it was just a few minutes. The trees left some space for the moonlight now and gave her a chance to take a peak from the second in command's happy face. His cheeks were dyed a deep scarlet and his hair hung messy and full sweat down his face.

"Trust me." He said and paced a little up before he came to halt in front of a big tree, the ladder up to it vanished behind some leaves. Felix climbed up first and lifted the girl up into the tree house when reached the trap door. Felix moved towards a small night desk and lit up a candle. As soon as the light flooded the room, Y/N saw the small cot and a self-made desk under one of the closed windows.

"I built it myself." The lost boy grinned and proudly watched the awe in her face. She swirled around and looked at some little carvings that were placed on the wooden table. Some of them looked like her. When Y/N's eyes detected the little sculpture, she finally understood why she never saw the results and why he burned one earlier. The girl turned around to say something, but Felix stopped her immediately. Before she could say anything, Felix dropped down onto one knee and pulled her into a kiss. His tongue slid over her lips, begging for permission to enter. Without thinking about it, she opened her mouth and felt the lost boy's hand on her hips, pressing her against his body.

"I never thought you would like me too." Felix moaned and eagerly kissed his way down her neck, back to her face and lips, repeating the same thing on the other side and showing how hungry he still was for the girl. Felix clearly had not been touched in a while, just like Y/N, so it was quite natural that they immediately would have a moment like this sooner or later. But why Felix? What was about him that made Y/N constantly crave more, causing her to feel like an addict without his drugs, whenever his lips left hers? Her cheeks heated up and she smiled in the kiss, thinking of the previous events, how Felix's hands felt on her skin. It was special to be with him and the girl's instincts told her that it was more than just sex, that Felix wanted more, too.

"I want you again." Felix licked over his lips and looked at Y/N through half-opened eyes before he slowly melted back into another kiss, this time slow and passionate, synchronising with her while his hands moved down her hips and legs. He gently rubbed his hand against her inner thigh and wandered towards her crotch, to shove a finger inside her still wet hole. He smirked dirty when he felt his mess. Y/N wanted him so much, just like he craved her, maybe even a little more.

"I want to get naked all night long." Felix purred as he pushed his fingers inside and out of Y/N, her light moans echoing in his ears. Without further commands, the girl slipped the dress over her shoulder, letting it elegantly slide down her now exposed body. Felix's cheeks flushed up into the deepest red, his eyes admiring every sight of her that he desired for so long, and truth be told, he was in awe. When the cotton touched the floor, the lost boy grabbed for the hem of his own shirt and ripped it off, then quickly unbuttoned his pants before he crossed them with his underwear through the room. When Felix pinned her down and pulled Y/N into another kiss, he was already hard again, his hot skin burning against hers as her mind drifted off into a feeling of ecstasy. The way Felix's hands trailed down her body gave her chills once more, kept her warm and made her feel wanted.

"Pan would kill us for this." She mumbled into the kiss when the girl thought of how he protected her earlier, something he never did before and sure did not keep unnoticed to the other boys as well. It worried Y/N for a moment, thinking about how Pan always found out every secret, no matter how little it was. And this was definitely not a small secret, something that could be obvious to others. Or maybe Y/N was just paranoid.

"Relax." Felix said, frowning at her words as if the same thought had bothered him for a while now, too. "He isn't here. He won't find out."

The blonde boy rolled over onto his back, pulling the girl with him so she would straddle him. The light of the candle danced over his sharp features, letting it shine in an orange light that spread down to his muscles, constantly catching her eyes as if they were glued on him. Felix always looked beautiful in the orange light of the fire. Every night she would catch herself staring at him. He was perfect.

"You look so beautiful." Felix whispered more to himself than to her, then wiped some hair out of her face. "Unbelievable that someone like you chose someone weird like me."

Before Y/N could correct him, the second in command already captured her lips with his own, burying one hand in her hair while he kneaded one of her breasts with the other one. His words only flattered the girl and she felt the burning desire to finally be one with him again and melt into his body. Felix gasped at her touch and moaned into her mouth when she wrapped her hand around his dick, slowly pumping up and down while gently rubbing at the delicate tip. His member felt long and thick in her hands, but did not scare her off like earlier. Placing the tip at her wet entrance, she slowly slid down onto him, relieved that the lost boy did not push against back,. The stretching feeling made her feel like getting torn apart all over again and she gave herself a moment to adjust to the size. The lost boy rolled his eyes back and shut them with a loud moan when he felt her walls tightened around, rubbing his thumbs against the tender flesh of her hips, when she finally started to slowly move up and down. Seeing the ruthless second in command like this was really stunning and lovely to look at. Felix's mouth was slightly agape and the muscles on his forehead were constantly twitching, moving his eyebrows constantly around. Never had Y/N seen so much emotion in his face before. She pressed her body against the lost boy and sucked at the tender part of Felix's neck. The lost boy used that moment as a chance to turn her over, holding Y/N tight in his arm, the other one holding his weight so he would not suffocate her while he was pumping in and out. Y/N moaned in ecstasy and ran her hands over his muscular back, feeling his skin against them and how his sweat dropped onto her body. She placed her legs on each side of his, clearly noticing the height difference and feeling like a delicate doll as he embraced her. Felix paced up and she rolled her eyes back when he entered in another angle to come even deeper. She never wanted this to stop and kept feeling how the lost boy filled her with his thick manhood, smelling his scent and feeling his hot skin burning against hers. Felix kissed his way down to her chest and caught one of her nipples between his lips, lightly starting to suck on them and intensing it with each time he thrusted in. These were the final strokes that caused Y/N's legs to shiver and tense up every muscle in her body as her climax roared through her whole body, up into her eyes into the back of her head. The lost boy grabbed Y/N's shoulders and when he came, too, the light of the candles danced in his beautiful, scrunched up face. It was a lie to say she did not like that view and the squeaking sound he made when Felix felt his orgasm deep inside her with throbbing pumps. Felix rolled next to the girl, trying to catch his breath and when he did so, he grabbed a towel from the bed for her.

"We could have used the bed." Y/N broke the soothing silence after a while and Felix chuckled, then nodded in agreement.

"Next time." He grinned, pulling his boxers up and placing himself back onto the ground. His eyes did not stop looking at the girl while she grabbed her dress and pulled it back over herself. For a long time they just looked at each other, laughing and giggling, kissing each other but remaining silent. This was clearly something none of them expected to happen.

"What do you see in me?" Y/N suddenly asked, caughting the lost boy off guard, his facial expression went into full confusion. It took him a moment to think about her question before he simply smiled. His eyes would always melt at her sight and in that moment she needed no words from him to realise how much he was in love with her. The lost boy pulled Y/N closer to him and placed her head against his chest, lifted her on his arms and carried her to the bed where he would let himself fall onto the soft mattress. His legs hung over the wooden frame as he gently rubbed his hands over her back while listening to the beat of his heart.

"I would never let anyone harm you." His voice was just a warm breeze on her earlobe, tickling her like a gentle kiss.

"What about Pan?" She asked after a while and took a glimpse at his relaxed face and how her question did not seem to have woken any worries inside him now. He had brushed it off earlier.

"I think, actually, he knew way before me." Felix chuckled low and shook his head unbelieving. "He gave me a chance I got wasted."

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