#my headache seems to be gone now so I'm debating whether I want to try to finish that Blender tutorial or just sketch some more

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Hello I am alive. I haven't really drawn much since August due to BG3 brainrot (and this month I've been learning how to mod the game) but this morning my brain decided I wasn't allowed to look at computer screens so I did a little sketch of Shel. She was originally supposed to be like a miniboss for a friend's campaign but it never happened so I ended up making her in BG3.

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The green armoured Daimyo

CHAPTER 3 / THE CALM BEFORE

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Boba Fett x f!reader 9.5k words War is trying to break out, the search for re-enforments is happening, but the dinner wasn't the only place were the main course was Dom! Boba Fett x sub! Reader Chapter warnings: Some slight degradation, drinking alcohol, slight choking, oral (M) receiving, face fucking, hair pulling, masturbation, fingering, we got a lot of praise in here too Mando'a translations: Kaysh mirsh solus - He's an idiot mesh'la - beautiful di'kutla - useless/stupid/worthless cyar'ika - sweetheart/darling copaanir gar chur ni - want you under me alor - leader/boss (also means chief, officer, constable but for context of this story it's only the other two)

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You didn't mean to have a nap waiting for people to return, but unfortunately you did. Naps usually gave you headaches if you fell asleep without actually being tired, so you prayed this wouldn't be the case today.

That almost confirms it to you that you need either a hobby or a way to visit Mos Espa easier and spend some time outside the Palace to entertain yourself between shifts.

Are they back yet? You wonder to yourself. Walking out your door and wandering down the corridor to try to hear if anyone was around, focusing hard. Then there it was, the slam of a cell door and Fennec's voice in the distance say ''have fun in there.''

Did they bring back a prisoner? But why? Who would they need to imprison here?

Could it be the mayor? Would they really arrest the mayor?

Does Fett even have the right to arrest people?

Now you were debating whether you should have left your room or not, unknowing if there was a possible dangerous prisoner in the Palace now.

You take a deep breath in, go to turn to leave back to your room when you hear someone coming out a door at the end of the corridor, muttering ''kaysh mirsh solus'' quietly to themselves. Then you see Lord Fett appear out of the door, with a hand resting on his head.

His head shots up and turns to you as your boots squeak on the floor after your body halted, echoing down the corridor. His helmet is back on, meaning you're unaware of how his face was expressed, not knowing if he is annoyed you're there or not.

It felt odd now knowing what he looked like under that helmet, how he actually looks, that your brain couldn't connect them being the same person.

You open your mouth to apologise for seeming to be nosey before he speaks first. ''Hello again, mesh'la'' coming towards you.

''How did your meeting with the mayor go, sir?'' You ask, ignoring your nervousness of him walking towards you.

A small scoff comes from under his helmet as he says ''never had one, he has already gone to hide with the Pykes. We've got his di'kutla majordomo locked up, probably won't be much use though.''

At least you didn't need to ask many of your earlier questions since he has just answered them for you. ''Can you do that? You know, since he is the mayor's mayjordomo'' you ask.

Fett is now in front of you, the helmet making you feel so small. ''Are you questioning my authority, little one?'' There's an annoyance in his voice, your body tenses up out of embarrassment.

''N-no sir, not at all, I-I just wasn't sure how it all worked. I'm sorry-''

Before you can carry on his fingers are resting on your chin as he presses on your lips with his thumb, shutting you up. ''Need you to shut that pretty mouth of yours, before you say something dumb'' his voice is so low now.

There was no way in telling if he was annoyed at you or not. Not knowing if you had insulted him or if he was just teasing you. Regardless you let out a heavy breath through your nose, melting under him from his touch, staring directly into the black visor.

''Seeing as I am Daimyo, I can do whatever I please if it goes against my rule. My rule being respect, and the mayor clearly has little respect for me. So I can imprison his mayjordomo to state a point to him. Do I need to explain myself further to you, or can your silly little brain take all that information in?''

Legs pressing together before you can force them not to, the slight degrading from him made your pussy clench around nothing. You nod, unable to speak as his thumb is still pressed against your lips.

He is just staring at you, you want to know what he is thinking, as you know he saw your legs press together. Wanting to know if he would ever do anything to your reactions, if he would give you want he knew you wanted.

The thumb leaves your lips, he then spins your bodies so you're facing the empty corridor towards the kitchen, with your back against his chest. His hand places on your neck, adding a slight pressure and cutting off air as his cold helmet rests next to your ear.

''Be a good girl and go do your shift, before I decide to not accept your apology.''

When his hand leaves your neck your legs move quickly to the kitchen, not daring to look back. You can hear his feet behind you, a bit of fear creeping in wondering where he was going, but then you hear him ascend the steps into the throne room.

How had you gone from your encounter with him last night where he was calling you 'eager' and clearly trying to turn you on, to you being an idiot and insulting him, but yet he was still slightly teasing you.

Maker this shift was going to be tough, your pussy was begging for attention. At least your headache didn’t stay.

****

You'd managed to not see Lord Fett for about two days, scared to see him out of fear of embarrassment from insulting him.

As you emerged from the kitchen from cleaning the Mods lunch dishes you see Fennec come down the corridor, heading towards the throne room. ''Haven't seen you in a few days, everything okay?'' Fennec asked with a warm smile on her face.

''Oh yeah, I guess... I'm not sure'' you reply coming towards her. She gave you a puzzled look, stopping her walk as you reach her. ''Did something happen?''

''I don't know, the other day when you brought in the mayors majordomo I bumped into Lord Fett and he told me about the arrest. I asked if he could do that as I don't really understand the politics on this planet, but I think he thought I was questioning his role and insulted him'' you answered.

Fennec stood there and took in your answer for a minute, then responded ''that man is something I'll tell you that, I'm sure he knows you never meant it in a disrespectful way. He likes loyalty, a lot, so when someone questions pretty much anything he does he doesn't respond in the best way.''

''I did try to apologise, but he kind of... stopped me'' you say and her puzzled look returns.

''Have you not spoken to him since?''

Shaking your head no, ''hence why you haven't seen me.''

''Well, I'm currently on my way up to speak to him now, do you want me to mention it to him?'' She asks, and you give it a wonder.

Her asking would make it easier for you as it was one less thing for you to worry over, but you felt it seemed weird for her to bring it up to him and not you. ''Maybe, but can you not say I spoke to you, l-like maybe just say you haven't seen me around recently or something. I don't want anything to feel.. weird.''

She nods, gives your arm a stoke and heads up towards Fett's quarters.

You felt like some weight has been lifted off your chest as you head towards your room. Thankful that Fennec has offered to clear this kind of, obviously she doesn't know that he did 'technically' accept your apology as you went to your shift that night like he told you to. Giving you that small praise beforehand.

Suddenly Drash passes the end of the corridor with her speeders keys in her hand. She spots you and says ''hi'' with a small smile on her face.

''Hey, you off to patrol again?'' You ask. The Mods have been patrolling Mos Espa recently, trying to spot any Pyke activity and trying to find the mayor. ''Not today, I was just going into town to grab some bits'' she responds. Her voice was so pretty to listen to, she had this accent that stood out so much and it was so nice to hear.

''Mind if I come with? I've been trying to figure a way to travel out of the Palace'' you ask.

She nods and gestures to follow her. When you reach the garage she hands you a pair of goggles to protect your eyes from any sand that would get into them when you zoom over the sea. You get onto the back of her speeder bike, and her hands grab yours to place them around her waist.

''Hold on'' she says before you head out the Palace.

The bike was faster than you anticipated, you weren't used to this type of transport. However it was smooth, you assume Drash and the other Mods probably modify their bikes as it would make sense, especially since they were decorated too. They probably held so much pride in their bikes.

The whole journey you keep your mouth tucked into your top to avoid sand getting into it, but your eyes are just wandering, taking in the views.

Mos Espa came into view, it felt to weird coming back here. It had been almost two weeks since you were last here, and this place felt like a stranger to you now. You wonder how much has changed, or if anything had changed at all.

''Anywhere you practically want to go?'' Drash asks as you slow down on the edge of town, pulling her goggles off her head.

''Just the markets really, but I'd like to visit the Sanctuary for a little and see Garsa'' you answer. Your stomach begins to bubble, excited to see her again.

As you're slowly driving through Mos Espa you lifted your goggles over your eyes and clipped them to the top of your pants

Drash parks up in front of the Sanctuary, meaning you were going there first. As you got off the bike you just stared at the building, wanting to know how different everything would be, wondering if anyone missed you.

You entered alone, Drash declining to come with you and staying with her bike. Everything was the same here, Max and the band was playing, droids carried drinks on their trays, your old co-workers working hard.

As you head towards the bar to ask for a drink you hear your name called from that same beautiful voice that was your ex-boss. You turn around and give her a big smile, she rushes over to you and pulls you into a hug.

''Oh my, it's so lovely to see you, how are you my dear?'' Garsa asks, your arms wrapping around her. ''I'm good, how are you?''

''Doing better seeing you'' she says pulling back, her hands resting on your arms, that smile still plastered on her face.

''I missed you, I miss it here to be honest'' you say. Her smiles drops a little and her gaze changes as she asks ''are they not treating you well there? Is everything okay?''

You give her a reassuring smile and shake your head, ''no, no, that's not the case at all. I actually enjoy it there, I just miss working with others and speaking with you.'' A sigh of relief leaves her, her smiles reappears.

She heads over to the bar and gets a drink sorted for you both, then the pair of you head into the back to her office. You take a moment to look at what she is wearing, she was wearing this beautiful white dress that showed off her breasts, with white fabric wrapped around her head tails. She looked absolutely stunning.

Not that she didn't always, but it was also a rare sight for her to have her chest out. You wonder what made her feel more confident than usual.

''So, any interesting gossip?'' She asks with a smirk on her face as you both sit at her desk.

''Well, Mistress Shand doesn't seem to have a partner as there is no one she spends her time with'' you inform her and the smirk grows as she picks up her drink, ''however I can't tell if Lord Fett has an interest in me though.''

Garsa stops sipping her drink and turns to you with wide eyes, ''seriously? Please, do tell.''

You giggle at her interest, deciding to finally tell her all your encounters with Fett. Starting with the party incident to what happened earlier with Fennec. Garsa starts to understand why you were so quiet after the party, which makes you feel less guilty about her feeling bad. She seemed to agree that Fett clearly had some interest, but seemed concerned he may just be leading you on for his own entertainment, almost like you worried he was.

She also did warn you to be careful, because not only was he your boss, but also the Daimyo and an ex-bounty hunter. She seemed worried that he might screw you over, and didn't want him to hurt you by abusing his power.

It was something you needed to take into consideration if he was truly into you.

After a little while you inform her you probably should go as Drash was waiting outside, which then she suggested that she could leave her bike round the side and it would be safe here. So before you left you told Drash this and she agreed, seeing as it would be easier for her then parking it outside the markets.

''Well, I hope you have a lovely shopping day, and if I don't see you later before you head back to the Palace, then I hope everything continues to go well. I'm still so proud of you, and I hope you come to visit again soon'' Garsa says with that warm, beautiful smile on her face.

You give her another hug before departing with Drash and searching the stalls together.

The air is full of the smells of different fruits, some catching your interests and wanting to try some. You had never really bought any of them before due to not wanting to waste money, but since you didn't need to pay for your meals anymore thanks to living at the Palace why not treat yourself.

Drash is looking at a table full of necklaces holding silver trophies on them, she picks one up to show you and you examine it. It was short and had a small cone shape hanging off it. ''It would suit you'' she said quietly, her hands running back over the necklaces, finding one for herself.

You held it between your fingers, it was pretty, but would you ever need to wear it? You hadn't had a need for these types of accessories for years, maybe it was worth treating yourself more today?

So you decide to buy it, while Drash herself buys a few leather bracelets and silver rings, picking some up for the other Mods too.

It had been so long since you last looked at the stalls here, it was before Fett and Fennec arrived, as you were overworking at the Sanctuary out of fear of war kicking off. You were trying to hide there almost, it was your safest place.

Yet now you knew there was something happening with the Pykes, unsure if it would be war, and here you where. Wandering around the markets, outside the safe Palace.

Well, you knew it wasn't that safe now since the attack the other night.

''What do you think?'' Drash asks you snapping you out your thoughts, holding a black corset style top. It fitted her style so you encouraged her to get it.

It was odd how quickly you two seemed to be bonding, glad to be making some kind of friend in the Palace. Someone close to your own age too.

Time passed before you knew it and the twin suns had set.

You knew you needed to get back soon as your shift was in the next hour, so you both headed back to her bike at the Sanctuary.

As you turn the last corner you see Krrsantan standing there, facing the door of the Sanctuary, someone stood in front of him.

Your feet stilled, you were aware Fennec and Fett had freed him and at the end of the day he was just being ordered what to do, but you felt uneasy. Knowing he was just wandering free, no consequences to what happened.

But why was he here? Had he been inside the Sanctuary?

Also, who was he talking to?

Drash was still walking, clearly with no worry of the Wookie. You were still stuck in your position just watching, as she got closer you hear her say ''evening Mighty Daimyo.''

What? Fett was here?

So you finally picked up your feet and followed after her, and here he was. His helmet under his arm, clearly discussing something with Krrsantan.

''Evening ladies'' he says, his eyes moving from Drash to you as his mouth turns up in the corner into a smirk as he says directly at you ''don't you have a shift to get to?''

Once again embarrassment crawled through you. This was the first time in a few days you had seen him, and this was how he was going to act?

Again though, was it teasing or annoyance?

''We were about to head back to the Palace now sir, my bike is being stored here thanks to Madam Garsa'' Drash informed him. She then hurried off to grab her bike, so you go to follow her until your arm is in his hand, stopping you.

''I'm having a dinner meeting tonight with the other families, so I apologise in advance for the amount of dishes you'll have to deal with'' his voice is low, it brings you back down to calm, almost forgetting what happened the other day.

You just nod, trying to pull your arm away yet he doesn't let go.

''Also I wish for you to know I did accept your apology the other day, after all you did go do as you were told'' there was a look in his eye you'd not seen yet. Unsure how to describe it.

''Thank you sir'' you reply, was thanking him the right way to accept his statement? This man made it so difficult for you to speak and answer him.

He let go of your arm to turn back to the Wookie so you head into the Sanctuary to say goodbye to Garsa when you see some commotion had gone down. There was a Trandoshan laying on the ground, he was missing an arm, whilst people either helped him or stared.

Garsa had her back to you, speaking to the other Trandoshan's, ''I am deeply sorry for what happened, please know your drinks are on the house tonight.''

What happened here?

She turned around and you saw the tiredness on her face. ''Hi, I just ran in to say bye and everything, but I take it now's a bad time'' you say to her, your eyes not daring to look back at the commotion.

''You just managed to miss it. Krrsantan had a few too many drinks and deemed that man his target'' she answers in sigh, ''thankfully due to their species his arm should grow back soon.'' Krrsantan did this? He pulled that persons arm off?!

''Are you okay? Do you need any help?'' You can only imagine how traumatic that must have been to watch, and knowing she will be flooded with questions from customers all night, you just know she will get zero rest.

Her hands rise up and she says ''no, don't worry about it child. Please go home, enjoy the rest of your day, don't let this ruin your time.'' You missed this, her caring attitude. You wish you could hear it everyday.

Outside you can hear Drash pull up on her bike, meaning you had to head home.

Home? It still weird odd to refer to the Palace as your home now.

''Go, everything will be fine. I appreciate your visit today, and I hope you visit again soon, or vice versa'' she gives you that familiar warm smile.

You smile back to her and say ''I will, please take care.''

And with that it's back to normal, you on the back of Drash's speeder heading to the Palace, mentally preparing yourself for this dinner tonight.

You try to figure out how many families there would be, and how many bodyguards they'd most likely bring with them. Praying that it won't be too overwhelming as you were already tired from your day out with Drash.

Once you reach your quarters you change out your clothes, putting on the same green dress you wore for the party, adding your new necklace from today too. Even though you would be in the kitchen you decided to look at least a bit nice considering there were guests here.

Plus, it couldn't hurt if you came across Lord Fett whilst looking good. You felt so relieved that the incident with him seemed to be fixed, and that he was 'back to normal' with you.

A small smile is plastered on your face, you're so glad you got to spend the day out today. It made you feel more relaxed knowing Garsa was doing well and getting to speak to someone about the events that have happened, and her giving zero judgement.

Before you left you grabbed one of the small fruits you bought today to eat, it had a hard shell with a soft inside, it was quite sweet. Nothing really special, but you were happy you got to finally try some of them.

You're fixing your hair as you head towards the kitchen when you overhear Fennec talking to someone outside the throne room.

''Look, I understand your deal with the Trandoshan's, I get your anger. However doing it inside her building reflects poorly on us'' you hear her say. The were a few roars in response which indicates she was talking to Krrsantan about his earlier events.

''I get that, and honestly couldn't care less that you did it, but I'm trying to keep it peaceful with her'' Fennec says clearly understanding Wookie.

Keep it peaceful with her? Was she referring to Garsa?

He gives some response that you don't understand as you can't speak Wookie, then Fennec says ''no, it's got nothing to do with business deals. I have an interest of sorts with her, and don't want her to think badly of me.''

A smile tries to come onto your lips, did Fennec have an interest in Garsa? Trying to figure out what you were listening to fully.

You then hear them both head back into the throne room, and so you wait a couple of minutes before you continue your walk to the kitchen. The smell of food was already in the air, meaning the dinner was about to start.

**

It seemed to go well, there was one point you heard some kind of rumble and the plates shake on the table. Your guess was Fett threaten them with the rancor since the table seemed to be on top of the pit.

There had been no yelling or clear signs of disagreement which you hoped was a good sign for them.

Luckily for you it wasn't too bad with the dishes, the Mods had been worse on some days.

Unfortunately though it was getting late, you don't think you'd worked this late here yet, and you were still tired from your day out.

You let out a yawn as you hang your apron up and wash your hands.

''Hey'' Fennec suddenly appears in the doorway, startling you, ''want a drink? Don't worry it's on the house obviously, just thought you might fancy one as you have been working hard tonight.''

''Sure'' you shrug, one drink couldn't hurt plus why not relax a bit after that mess?

You follow her into the throne room, there was no one actually working on the bar currently. Then you look around, no one else was in here, just the pair of you.

Fennec stood behind the bar and asked what you wanted, so you told her to surprise you, and maker did she. It was nice, but very strong, you almost gag on it after the first sip causing her to laugh at you.

''So, how was your trip out today?'' Fennec asked as she sipping her spotchka. ''Oh, it went well, I haven't been to the markets in a long time so it was nice going and not feeling scared to spend money'' you answer.

Stomach feeling warm out of appreciation of her asking, you hoped that one day you could be close with Fennec.

''Also, thank you for earlier, for speaking to Lord Fett for me'' you added, sipping your drink.

She shrugs and says ''it was no problem really. When I mentioned to him that I hadn't really seen you his response was just 'she needs to learn more about how everything works here' and tried to make it into this whole thing, but I told him to put himself into your perspective and I guess he took the hint.''

''He did bring it up earlier, how he had accepted my apology'' you replied. Your mind wandered off thinking about how if he wanted to he could teach you a lesson or two on how everything works here, not letting you out his sight until he did.

''But anyway'' Fennec says pulling your attention back to her, mentally slapping yourself for thinking about Fett in such inappropriate ways whilst talking to his closet friend, ''next time you wish to go into town just ask me, I need a break from here sometimes. Plus there's a few places I want to visit without Boba constantly over my shoulder.''

You were glad she brought it up, since you had wanted to mention it to her a few days ago. ''That would be great, I'd like that. Could even take you to the Sanctuary, since I could get us drinks cheaper'' you say.

She nods and adds quietly ''I've been meaning to find a reason to visit it actually.''

''What do you mean?'' You turn to her, rising your eyebrow.

''Just, you know'' she smiles to herself, ''just someone I wanna visit there.''

So you were right then? Was Fennec interested in Garsa like you earlier suspected?

You let out a little giggle, ''oh I see. Well I think there's someone there who wants you to visit'' you wink.

Fennec grabs her drink and takes a big chug of it, a smile still sitting on her face.

Could you do this? Setting up your old boss with one of your new bosses wasn't something you actually imagined doing, but you didn't mind helping if needed.

Out of all people Fennec could ask for help on Garsa you would be the best option.

The pair of you drink more, she complains about the Syndicates and the three families, whilst you listen and it goes over your head. She asks a bit about you, she said she already knew a decent amount about you. She knew you were from off another planet, so she asked what it was like there and why you left.

You explained to her how beautiful it was there, how it used to be so peaceful and how the community used to look out for each other. Then you told her how quickly it all changed, that once the Empire fell so did everything else. Telling her how a civil war broke out, your loved ones dying, and how unsafe it was.

This was the second ever time you had told someone what happened back home. Garsa had been the only person you had ever told.

''Oh, so that makes more sense now why you have some fighting skills'' she says, recalling when she attacked you as part of a test when you were moving in.

She promised you that you would be safe here with her and Fett, that they would protect you. She did also offer if you did ever want more training that she would help, but you declined her, you weren't really the fighting type.

It was strange, you didn't imagine she would be the supporting and comforting type, that under her assassin façade was a nice woman. A woman who clearly carried a lot of care.

Which did make sense since her job now was to protect Lord Fett and the people of Mos Espa, but still, it was a nice surpise.

''You know, I once walked in on Boba talking to himself in the mirror, practicing to introduce himself, but just in his underwear and his helmet on'' she laugh drinking her drink. You two had since moved from the depressing and oversharing drinking stage to finding everything funny stage.

You held your stomach as curled over from laughter. If you were sober you wouldn't be finding it this funny, but the alcohol in your system was convincing you this was the funniest thing you'd ever heard.

However at the same time the image of it seems so sexy, Fett wearing nothing but his helmet. Wondering if he would fuck you only wearing his helmet, causing you to readjust in your seat.

''What's so funny ladies?'' A voice emerges in the doorway.

''Just telling our friend here about you practising in your underwear and helmet'' Fennec says with a smirk on her face and her drink in her hand.

His feet get closer to the bar, you are yet to turn around so you don't know how close he is to you. ''Did you tell her about the time I found you asleep on the throne with your feet in the air and your head dangling off, nearly falling off it head first'' Fett's voice was right behind you as you giggle at the thought of Fennec sleeping in such a stupid position.

''Yours is more embarrassing'' she shrugs placing her now empty glass back down, ''but anyway, I'm going to turn in for the night, need to have a look through our contacts for re-enforcements in the morning.''

She stands up straight, completely unfazed from how much she drank, clearly able to handle her drink.

''Coming?'' She turns to you, offering her hand. You go to reply but someone else does for you ''don't worry about her, I'll take care of her and walk her back to her quarters. I want to have another word with the majordomo.''

Fennec nods, giving you a smile and then heading up the stairs to her room.

You're back to facing the bar, finishing the last of your drink. Then a pair of hands rest on your shoulders, your body is pulled back ever so slightly so your head is resting against his stomach.

He is still wearing his armour, it's cold against the back of your head, and your shoulders fall onto his soft but also tone stomach. You shut your eyes for a moment, maybe it was the alcohol but you felt so comfortable here.

''How did your meal go sir?'' You ask, focusing hard so your don't slur your words. His hands are stroking your shoulders as he replies ''I think it went well, don't think I can trust any of them with my proposal. I'd like to believe they won't betray me.''

Why would anyone dare betray him? Did they not fear him like you did?

Well, you still didn't exactly fear him. More you fear the idea of going against him.

''I wouldn't betray you'' you whisper, your mouth moving before your brain can fully catch up.

One of his hands move along to your chin, tilting your head back. Your skull was resting on his stomach, just under where the armour sat, looking directly up at him.

No helmet on.

His gaze was locked onto yours, ''I'd like to think so, princess.''

Princess?

Your cheeks instantly start burning, you move your head down as the hand that was on your chin twists the stool around, so that you were now facing him. His hand returning back to your face, but this time stroking your cheek.

''Oh don't get all shy on me now'' he smirks.

Now you take notice of how close he was to you, he was towering over you, almost caging you in.

His eyes are scanning over your body, ''were you trying to catch my attention again by wearing this?''

You give him a confused look, so he leaned down so he was level with your ear. His hot breath on your ear and he says in a low voice ''I would remember the dress you wore the first time I laid my eyes on you. How it hugged your body, how breath-taking you looked in it. Do you know how good your ass looks in it?''

A heavy breath leaves your lips as he carries on.

''You have no real need to be wearing this tonight since you were working. I reckon you were hoping, begging almost, that you would see me'' the hand from your shoulder moves onto your clothed thigh, ''so that I could see you in this. Is that right cyar'ika?''

''Maybe'' you whisper. Your underwear were soaking as your pussy was dying for attention, wishing the hand on your thigh would move higher up.

That same low chuckle leaves Fett as feel his smirk against your ear.

Slowly he rises back up, a look of desire in his eyes as his eyes meet yours. The hand from your cheek trails down to your hand, tugging you slightly.

''Let's get you to bed then'' Lord Fett says.

Oh, of course, he was just teasing you like always. Why would you expect much more than that?

You tighten your hand around his gloved one, he pulls you up but you stumble a bit. Forgetting how strong the drink Fennec made you was.

Thankfully Fett catches you, giving you a small smile and saying ''don't worry, I've got you little one.''

If he hadn't been holding you then you would've fell again, his words literally making your legs weak. You look up at him and say ''sorry sir.''

''It is no bother, I'll take care of you'' he says, giving you a moment to gain your footing before heading out the throne room.

Your eyes are locked onto where your hands are still joined, he was holding it with enough strength to help keep you steady but not too strong that he was crushing your hand.

This shouldn't be as attractive as you find it, but yet you're getting aroused by it. His hand in yours, such a unique feeling.

For some reason it surprised you that he knew the way to your quarters, your brain forgetting for a moment that he was your boss and is the one who probably assigned you to this room.

The Palace was quiet, no one was around currently, but that was to be expected considering the time.

Then your quarters come into sight, and you move your free hand to get your key card when you remember that you left it in your apron.

''Shit, sorry sir, my card is in the kitchen still'' you say as you reach your room.

He then looks at you, pulling out a card from one of his many pockets on his belt and opens your room. ''This is my Palace, I have access to every room'' he informs you.

Which made sense, why wouldn't he. Your dumb intoxicated brain wasn't thinking straight. Or was it your horny brain?

So you let go of his hand and manage to make it to your room with steady footing, turning around once you're in the doorway to face him again.

''T-thank you for walking me back'' you say, your brain daring to invite him in, wanting to see how he would take care of you exactly.

Lord Fett once again gets closer to you, like always placing his fingers under your chin to force you to stare into his eyes. You pray that this time he can read your mind, wish he would take you right now.

''Copaanir gar chur ni'' he mumbles, his eyes locking onto your lips.

''I don't- I have no clue what you're saying'' you reply quietly.

A smirk appears on his mouth as he says ''what if I just showed you instead then?'' You respond with a nod. He moves you further into your room and closes the door with his foot.

Then it happens, he uses the fingers on your chin to pull your face closer to his, pressing his lips against yours. You close your eyes and allow yourself to be in this moment.

His lips were rough, but also somewhat soft at the same time. There was a slight taste of wine on them, you weren't sure what kind, but it didn't really matter.

At the same time you move one of your hands to his shoulders as he moves the fingers off your chin to hold your cheek, his other hand resting on the bottom of your back.

He nibbles on your bottom lip, pulling you further into the kiss. You try to match his pattern, but he was hungry. Then his tongue appears, asking for permission to enter and you allow it.

You were melting.

But you wanted more, you needed more.

Before you can stop it a small moan is muffled between you both, causing his hand on your back to pull you closer to him. One of his knees nudge your legs, opening them a bit so your crotch was resting against his thigh.

Then he pulls away slowly, the hand on your cheek cradling your face whilst he says ''if you wish for me to stop, tell me now and we will never speak of this.''

So you bring your hand not on his shoulder up and move his from your cheek, resting his thumb on your lips. Luckily he clicks on to what you're suggesting and pushes his gloves thumb into your mouth. You wrap your lips around it and stare at him with desire.

''You want me to carry on?''

You nod and hum against his thumb.

Was this possibly a bad decision? Maybe, but right now you needed him in any way he would let you.

His mouth then attaches to your neck, leaving wet kisses along it, slightly biting sometimes too. This caused you to moan again against his thumb and you can feel smile on your neck.

Next his thumb is out your mouth and he his back to being level with your face, the way he was staring at you was soaking your underwear.

''So I was correct, you are eager then'' Fett smirks at you, ''but just how eager?'' So you decide to show him in the best way you could think of.

Moving back slightly to remove his thigh from your legs, and then you slowly lower yourself to your knees. Resting the palm of your hands on your thighs, rising your gaze back up to him.

Completely submitting to him.

A small groan leaves him as leans down and moves a few stray hairs out your face, ''oh, what a sight.''

All worry is flushed out your body, he clearly had an interest in you and he knew you very much did for him too.

''Are you gonna let me use you? Let me ruin your body in whatever way I please?''

Legs once again pressing together and you reply ''please sir, I want you.''

You knew that it was the alcohol giving you this false confidence, you couldn't imagine yourself actually saying what you really wanted. About how badly you wanted Lord Fett to ruin you, completely claim you as his own. Be his.

''Then you best start worshipping your alor, little one'' he states before rising back up, towering over you.

So you reach your hand out towards his growing bulge, and start to pull the zip down on his pants, a pair of grey underwear peaking through the black flight suit. Under your finger tips you can feel how badly he wanted you, so you start working quicker. You reach your hand in and grope his cock through his underwear, was this actually happening?

He then decides to remove his belt, you give him a hand unbuckling the section on his thigh and then pull your focus back to his growing cock. Now it was easier to gain access to him. So you fully open his pants, and drag his underwear down to release him.

Marker, he was thick!

Now you can feel your underwear are ruined, they were drenched, and yet your mouth was practically drooling for him.

You wrap your hand around him, your fingers just unable to reach each other. Precum leaking out of him, slowly running down and meeting your fingers.

''If it gets too much tap my thigh'' he informs you, giving you some ease.

Then you lean forward and take his tip between your lips, licking the precum off his dick. He was salty and musty, different to what you had ever tasted before, but you didn't hate it.

Tongue dancing around his tip, causing his hand to rest on your hair. You took this as encouragement and pushed the rest of his length into your mouth, taking him as far as you possibly could. Your lips were being almost being tickled by the black curly hairs at the base of his dick.

Your jaw had never been so stretched from someone's cock just resting on your tongue, it wasn't causing any pain, well yet anyway.

Taking a deep breath in through your nose and start to bob your head back and forth, sliding him against your lips.

''Such a talented mouth'' he praises you as his fingers tug on your hair slightly.

The praise almost causing you to lose focus, but you just kept moving your head and taking as much of him in your mouth as you could.

You couldn't get enough, the sensation of him in your mouth was such an unique feeling. The thickness giving you no space to breath in your own mouth, and yet you enjoyed that.

''Want to know how deep you can take me'' he mutters, ''show me.''

So you once again take a deep breath in and slowly take his full length. When he is at the back of your throat you can feel him pull tug on your hair harder, your moan muffled as it vibrated against his cock.

Never had you felt so turned on by giving someone else head before, it was new to you.

You swallow around his cock, taking him deeper into your throat and a small moan leaves his mouth.

Fuck, you wanted to hear him do that again. It was such a beautiful sound, enough for your pussy to grip around thin air.

''Hold still'' he says, his words so demanding but his voice so soft. The hand holding your hair tightens a bit and before you can react he then starts thrusting into your throat.

Trying to knock your gag reflex off, allowing your body to relax as he fucked your face.

''You look so pretty like this, with your mouth stuffed of my cock'' he tells you. You then dip your hand down between your thighs, and you may as well not have been wearing underwear anymore since they were that wet.

''That's right, touch yourself as I fuck your pretty mouth'' the grip on your hair loosening a bit.

So you do as he said and moved your underwear to the side, stroking between your soaking folds. Finding your clit with two fingers and start massaging it, whilst you allowed Lord Fett to claim your mouth.

You wish to remember this moment, the first time Fett kissed you and then fucked your mouth after.

His cock stiffens against your mouth as your moans vibrate along it, he lets out a deep groan and picks up his pace.

Tears start to fill your eyes and spit dripped down your chin, you had never felt so good before. It wasn't unbearable, feeling no need to stop as tears roll down your cheeks.

Your eyes dare to look at his, taking in his face through your half shut lids, to catch him staring right into yours. ''You enjoying this mesh'la? Enjoying your king take your mouth?''

Another muffled moan leaves you, slighting nodding in response to his question.

Your fingers are still playing with your clit, but you need more.

''Been dreaming of this, thinking of this mouth since the first time we met. I bet you've been thinking the same, probably touched yourself countless times. Don't worry, cyar'ika, from now I'll take care of it for you'' he says breathlessly.

Wishing you could answer him, but you don't wanna lose the feeling of his cock inside your mouth.

Whilst also wishing you could feel him inside your other hole, wanting his dick to fill you and be deep inside you. You imagine how much he would stretch you, how thick he would be to clench around.

Maker you needed his touch, needing him to pull you closer to your release whilst you help bring his own.

His thrusts get a quicker, causing you to choke on him a little, yet this just causes him to carry on. Above you he is mumbling curses under his breath, ''so good, such a good girl.''

Your eyes roll back before shutting, fuck you wanted him to make you cum.

The hand in your hair has tightened again as he thrusts move at a new pace, and you just allow your mouth to be abused by his cock.

''I'm gonna cum so deep in your throat princess, want you to swallow it all for me'' Fett says.

So you remove your fingers from your underwear and hold onto his thighs to brace yourself. He is fucking your mouth so uncontrollably that tears are flowing down your face, as you feel his cock stiffen up meaning he was very close.

He lets out a low moan, leaning back a little as warm salty liquid hits the back of your mouth, causing you to gag a bit, but the force on your head kept you in place.

You swallow all the cum in your mouth, then your tongue dances around the tip of his cock to carry out the last of his orgasm.

Slowly he withdraws himself from your mouth, and you let out a long breath. However missing the feeling of his cock sliding against your lips.

''You did so good for me'' he praises, stroking your head and moving your hair all out of your face as he carefully pushes it up to face him, ''now let me take care of you little one.''

He tucks himself back into his pants, then he places his hands under your arms and helps you up. You look at him, dazed still from him using your face, the taste of cum in your mouth.

Then he says ''go sit on the edge of the bed for me'' and you waste no time to obey him. Doing exactly as he said with shaky legs, him following just behind.

As you sit down he is already in front of you, parting your legs with him own, standing between them. He places his fingers on your chin as he leans down and places a kiss on your lips, defiantly able to taste himself on your lips, but it didn't seem to bother him.

His hands wander to your thighs, holding the end of your dress, pushing it higher up your thighs as he whispers against your lips ''lift'' and you do. Your dress is then slowly slid up your body.

Once it reaches your breasts he moves back and watches as he removes it from your body. As you were in a rush a bit earlier you didn't bother to find a bra so your tits were now free, right in front of him. You're now sitting in only your underwear in front of him, starting to now feel embarrassed.

Your arms go to cross over your chest before he protests, ''what are you hiding for? I want to see how perfect you look.''

So you lower your arms, allowing him to see you. Both of his hands move forward and squeeze them, his thumbs playing over your nipples, causing a quiet moan to escape you.

''Look at you, so good.''

He then leans down and pulls your nipple between his teeth, your head rolls back as you let out another quiet moan. One of his hands move down to your thighs, traveling up and stoking over your underwear.

''Cyar'ika, you really are eager. Do you want me to touch you?'' his eyes meet yours, ''want me to take care of you like I promised Fennec?''

You nod and close your eyes, but then a small smack hits your tit causing your eyes to fly open.

''I need to hear you say it, tell me what you want me to do babygirl.''

Babygirl, fuck that was a new one.

''Please touch me, take care of me. Make me cum for you Lord Fett.''

That same beautiful smirk appears as he pushes you onto your back, dragging your underwear off your legs, completely exposing you to him.

His hands trace along your body, taking you in.

''Maker, you are so perfect. I am going to ruin you one day'' he promises, and you hope he stays true to it.

You feel his hand rise up your thigh, heading towards your aching folds. Letting out a heavy breath as your body slightly shook in anticipation.

A finger traces through your folds, your body twitching in the process and you grab the sheet slightly. He lets out a low chuckle, then with two fingers starts to massage your clit. You let out a low moan, it had been too long since someone else's hands touched you like this.

''See I would edge and tease you, wanting to see how needy you are exactly, but you sucked my dick so good I think you deserve to be rewarded.''

You moan in response, then he slides one finger into your pussy.

Your back arches and he uses his other hand to push your hips back down to the bed. He is using his thumb to still massages your clit as he pumps you with his finger.

''Think you can take another one?'' He asks, and you nod.

His fingers were as thick as you imagined, he was already stretching your hole. Going deeper than your own fingers ever could, filling you in the way you wanted, in the way you needed.

However, if his fingers were this thick, you have no clue how you'd ever be able to handle his cock inside you.

He moves the hand off your hip and places it onto your breast, playing with the nipple between his fingers. Your eyes find his and your pussy clenches, the look in his eyes was enough to make you cum then and there. He was looking at you with such desire, like he really was admiring you.

Then you feel him move his fingers, ''want to know if you can take one more.''

You are about to protest, but he already pushes it in and even though it was tight and a little painful, you had never felt so good. Goosebumps cover your body, feeling overstimulated by one man.

His fingers curl, hitting that one spot impossible for you yourself to hit. Your breathing gets caught in your chest, maker you were close. If he carries on like this you'll be a mess under him in minutes.

''Is this good girl getting close is she?'' he asks in a teasing tone.

You nod and moan a bit louder than you had been. ''I want you to tell me when you're close'' Fett demands.

His hand moves to your other nipple, all the nervous in your body are standing up. The motion on your clit speeding up, pulling you closer and closer.

This feeling was something else. You had dreamt of him touching you, hell you'd masturbated over the idea of him touching you. And here you were. Just had your throat fucked and came in, then getting finger fucked to orgasm by him.

It felt like dream.

But then the pit in your stomach grew, reminding you this was in fact not a dream, and that you were so close to cumming for your boss.

Cumming in front of him, from his touch.

''I'm so close s-sir'' you whimper out.

His speed increases, your hands grip the sheets harder.

''Cum for me, cover my fingers princess'' he tells you, and that was it.

Your pussy clenches tight around him, your hips rise before he shoves them back down. Eyes shutting as darkness covers them, fireworks exploding behind your lids. You let out a loud moan and say his name.

He is still pulling and pushing his fingers inside you, however it's slower now, just working you through your orgasm.

The orgasm rushes through your whole body, cumming harder than you ever had before.

Then he slowly pulls his fingers from you, you let out a quiet whimper. Already missing the feeling.

You open your eyes and stare at him in a daze. Your mouth is completely dry, you throat tired, and your whole body exhausted.

Fett places one of his hands on the bed next to your head to balance himself and strokes your cheek with the other. ''You did so good for me'' he smiles before placing small kisses on your lips. Your heart skips a beat and your breathing halters from the praise as you press your lips against his.

After a little while he rises from you and tells you to stay there. You watch as he enters the fresher and hear water start to fill the bath. He then returns, taking his gloves and gauntlets off, and then helps you sit up.

Your legs are shaking a bit. If this is how your body is reacting to him just fingering you then maker knows what you would be like after he fucks you. Well if he ever fucked you. There was no point in getting ahead of yourself.

Without warning he lifts you up, carrying you bridal style into your fresher and placing you in the bath.

You had sobered up by this point, your brain only really catching up with you.

Fett then reaches and grabs a small towel and helps wipe the sweat off your face. It was such a soft gesture, like there was really a caring man under all that armour, more than just a powerful ruler.

''Was that all okay? With what just happened?'' he asked in such a soft voice you almost didn't recognise it.

Giving him a warm smile and replying ''yes, I enjoyed it.''

A look of relief waves across his face for a moment, like he was worried he took it too far. At the end of the day he would always have more power than you, and you think he was scared he overdid it.

''I'm glad then, now let's get you cleaned up.''

He wipes your face again, cleaning off the dried spit from your mouth and chin, and wiping around your eyes from the tears staining your cheeks. Just helping clean your body after he managed to dirty it.

After you were clean he grabbed a towel for you and gave you a hand out the bath. He hugged the towel around your shaking body, both from the sudden coolness and the adrenaline calming down from before.

Picking you back up again and carrying you to your bed, helping you dry your hair off a little on the towel before making sure you get into bed.

''Sleep well little one, don't worry about your shift in the morning, just rest'' Fett says, placing a kiss on your forehead.

''Thank you sir, have fun with the majordomo'' you say resting your head on the pillow.

He chuckles a little and shakes his head, ''oh mesh'la, that was a clear lie.''

Your face burns up realising that the was trying to get back here with you from the moment he entered the throne room. If you weren't suddenly so tired then you would've found this arousing.

''Oh, well... goodnight then Lord Fett.''

''Boba, you can call me Boba little one'' he says with a small smile on his face.

You smile back at him, ''okay, goodnight then Boba.''

''Goodnight cyar'ika.''

And with that he is gone.

Laying back on your head you smile to yourself, tonight had been something.

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New Years Prompt: Gundham Tanaka w/ falling asleep before midnight.

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Entry for @the-invincible-mikey

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In hindsight, you probably should have seen this coming. You were always the only one to stay up to midnight, no matter how hard he actually tried to keep his eyes open. You do have to admit, he did try. That's all that you could really ask out of him at this point.

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Of course, you did almost have to blackmail him into staying up with you in the first place. The man always went to bed early, usually around 8 or 9pm. Then he'd sometimes get up before dawn to start work. Somehow he always made sure not to wake you up while going through this process.

"Aren't you going to stay up with me?"

"I have a quest to finish at the eve of the rising sun."

He has to get up early to work in the morning. How wonderful. Not only will he not stay up with you, but he'll be gone by the time you wake up. You can already tell he's tired, but this so not up for debate.

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"You never want to stay up with me."

"I refuse to let a plague intoxicate my body. As a dark ruler yourself, I wouldn't think you allow yourself to prey victim to mind warping creatures either."

"The dark devas already said they'd stay up with me. Plus, I'm a night owl, remember?"

"Ah yes, your rituals before dawn. Assaulting my senses and casting spells upon me. Be glad I didn't cast my own hex on you for disturbing my slumber."

"You can't stay mad at me for waking you up once."

"You fiend, your rituals have happened more than once in a fortnight!"

"Well then I guess you're going to have to stay up with me, because when it hits midnight I'm using party poppers."

"You wouldn't dare."

"Gundham. I'm fully committed to celebrating the new year whether you are or not. You're not getting in the way of my fun."

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You had a feeling he wouldn't exactly make it to midnight. Gundham, despite most people's beliefs, was very much a morning person. The latest he'd ever really stay up was 10pm, and that was when he was having issues calming his "wild beasts". That would lead him to a bad headache in the morning. He never really let it affect his work, but it occasionally would dip into his speech. The pain would cause him to be irritable, or straight up make him drop the "Prince of Darkness" act altogether. Hearing him talk like everyone else seemed foreign. Though it would also happen if he got sick, being miserable can do that to people.

"Y/N, please not right now..."

"Gundham?"

"What?"

"You want to just go back to bed for a little while?"

".....I have work to do..."

"I can take over for a while."

It's rather surprising just how tired he can get from missing just two hours of sleep.

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In all honesty, you didn't really care if he couldn't stay awake that long. You just wanted him to be a little bit closer to you when midnight hits. Leading you to the very situation you're in right now.

"If I awake with a curse, then you must prepare for the gates oh hell to open."

"I'm sure I can handle you being irritated and sleepy for a day or two."

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Gundham barely made it past 11pm. He was so close to midnight, just an hour longer and he would have made it. Well, if you had kept waking him up he probably would have made it. But that would be mean to just torture him like that.

When he was out cold, that was game over. So the moment he slumped over onto your shoulder lightly snoring, it was time to start wrapping things up. No party poppers, you lowered the volume on the tv so it wouldn't disturb him, moved him to a more comfortable position on the couch, turned the lights out, and covered him with a blanket. The only thing he did while out was shift onto his side to avoid the glare of the tv shinning on him.

As well as let out a small whine of which you will never bring up to him for the sakes of his confidence.

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You moved to sit on the floor and continued to wait for the countdown to commence. It almost seemed like an agonizing punishment with Gundham now asleep, at least the small talk you were doing previously would distract you from the time. You could always play on your phone, watch a YouTube video, check your social media accounts. Anything to distract you from the boredom. Though, if you did, you'd mostly likely become too absorbed in what you were doing and end up missing the count down altogether.

After what felt like forever, the count down finally started, you very quietly started counting back with the closed captioning on the television screen.

"10! 9!"

"8! 7!"

"6! 5!"

Moments like this always seemed to go by way too fast. It was over as quickly as it started really. With that, you gave Gundham a quick peck to the cheek and turned the tv off. The devas had already burrowed into the scarf he forgot to take off, seemingly fast asleep. They did keep their promise, so another victory for them.

"Goodnight Gundham."

"Night."

It surprised you that he responded at all. You though he passed out over an hour ago. You must have woke him up again. You really need to stop doing that, he's such a light sleeper!

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I tried with this one. It's obviously different than others I've done in the past. I hope you liked it though! Sorry it's shorter than the others, I just couldn't think of a lot to write for Gundham.

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Mikans last Christmas.

So this story was something I was going to release on christmas but then i gave up on it, but then I diddnt, so here you go. Disclaimer its kinda gory n stuff has some naughty language and its a tad bit suggestive but its pretty pg bois.

Twas the night before christmas, when all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. Though there were no stockings by the walls, nor trees or presents to brighten up the halls, but instead were cupboards and draws blocking out the doors and half flipped scattered tables to shield a man that was barely keeping himself stable.

Every piece of furniture was stripped from their place, only to be used as blockades to keep out any new face. In normal circumstances many people would think  the house was a tip but when it came to the biggest, most awful, most tragic event in human history, everyone had to get a grip.

Behind one of the half flipped tables near a cracked television, a large man wrinkled with age sat roughly on the floor with his rear resting against the desk's backside. The man had a slight beer belly, his scalp was just beginning to lose its hair and overall he just about had enough of life; what you'd expect from a fifty year old man who was down on his luck in the world, although ever since a certain wanker decided to ram a glass dagger into his right arm - ever since the world went tits up out of nowhere, his lucks been shit.

"Haaaarrgh...grrrrrr!"

The man gurgled and growled out his pain as he attempted to thrust a towel he found in one of his daughters med kits onto the red bleeding pool that flushed out of his arm. '

Apply with firm pressure? Even the fuckin manual's trying to kill me.' The squirming man thought to himself. Soon enough, he simply gave up and just decided to lie on the floor of his living room to try and get at least a wink of sleep, trying his best to ignore the niggling and nagging of the nerves in his wounded arm. It was hard finding the peace of sleep though, as the outside world he once knew had now become a hostile alien planet he might die in at any given moment and it didn't help that the air felt thicker than usual.

A few weeks.

It had only been a few weeks since he had his last pint, but now everybody started stabbing each other. It had only been a few weeks since he last relaxed watching his favorite shows on his favorite armchair, but now he was shivering on the floor, lacking the courage to go and sleep in his own bedroom. It had only been a few weeks since his worthless daughter had enrolled in some school for smart sods...

But now she was probably dead.

"Daddy?"

Almost feeling like a second after his conscience finally slipped into slumber, the rugged man abruptly snapped awake once more upon hearing a voice call out from the darkness, presumingly for him.

"Daddy? Are you still here?"

The female voice sounded so slender and savoury yet innocent and playful and it chilled the man to his bone. The man couldn't figure out how someone broke through his homemade barricade, but he couldn't feel surprised either, but it didn't matter now. He was now sharing his house with the one of many psychopaths that infested the outside world.

"Daaaddy~ where are you?"

'The sick fuck must be getting some sort of kink out of this' the man swore in his mind. Suddenly without warning, a heavy shower started to spew and spatter outside and somehow, the individual splats and taps managed to pierce through the man's ear drums, yet at this point the girl's calm yet threatening voice was able to drown out the rain itself.

That bitch was getting closer.

The man now knew he had no time left. He knew that it was do or die, he knew it was time to be a man. The voice sounded like it belonged to some kid, so why was he pissing his pants in his little time out corner? Finally, he remembered that he had one of his kitchen knives sitting around his used med kit and picked it up. He wasn't gonna let some little shit be the end of him.

"There you are daddy."

Before he could even start to gather his courage, that cold, icey siren of a voice was already singing next to him and a chilling warmth somehow caressed his ear. The man's heart skipped a beat. She was this close already.

He should have just skedaddled, the man should just have vamoosed but instead his bottom was eternally bound to the floor and all he did was instinctively turn around in complete despair. The man expected the intruder to stab his stomach or simply inject another piece of glass into his other arm, but instead, The very same second his heart refused to beat, his mouth was suddenly covered by some sort of thick tissue and then caused a sudden drowsiness to spread inside him. He felt weak. Before his very being fell into darkness he only caught a brief glimpse of his assassin's eyes, but it was enough information he had to know to effectively deduce who it was that had sealed his fate.

Out of anyone in the world that could have taken away his pointless life, it of course had to be his very own daughter. It was the same child he had neglected for so many years and if it was her out of all the other crazy fuckers ending his life; the man didn't seem to mind.

The man's muscles soon refused to twitch let alone break his fall as he plummeted, back first onto the floor. Despite the fact that his entire body was instantly shutting down though, somehow he managed to keep the dumbbells weighing upon his lids alift for a few seconds longer, just to try and see for certain if whoever stood above him really was who he thought and sure enough the thin girl that invaded his thoughts toward before the man.

Her straw-like hair was tangled and drowned in scalp snot and her usual nurse-like outfit was filthy and terribly torn. Her small speckless face though, in a way relieved the man with its familierality but at the same time horrified him with its grave difference in expression. The constant worry from her puppy-like eyes was gone, now replaced with an expression that the man couldn't possibly describe as happiness, but she was smiling; harder and more larger than she ever smiled before. 'Come to think of it', the man last thought, he had never seen his own daughter smile. He regretted that he had to think such a thought and he regretted how it came to this. He regretted everything and in his last moments of consciousness all the man could do was regret.

Why didn't he ever notice that he had such a beautiful daughter?

The saw sinks right into the leg bone~

The right arm tears off the elbow~

Apply firm pressure, don't leave the wounds open~

Don't forget to sterilise with cream~

"I did it daddy. Merry christmas."

After what seemed like an eternity, feeling as if at random, the man's eyelids finally decided to open, while at the same time his stomach felt as if it was still debating whether or not it wanted to burst open. He was on a bed and it felt impossible to get up. The man's sight invited him back to a blurry mess of a world, mangled with muddy pixels of blacks and greys that were meshed with a glowing orange that most likely represented light, and on top it all off, he was just about having the shittiest headache he ever had in his life. He wasn't dead at the very least, but dear god he might as well have been.

"Daddy, you're finally awake!"

Listening to that voice yet again...he now unmistakingly knew that it was his daughter who was talking.

"Mikan, what happened? What are you doing here?" The man's gritty growl of a voice, strained from obvious- stress finally uttered the name of his child. The pixelated colours that represented his proposed daughter were still mixed in with the blacks and greys of the room but slowly yet surely, he could already tell his sight was reorganising the world back together again.

"The outside world daddy." She purred. "It's scary out there. People who I thought were my friends started stabbing each other and some even started slicing off their hands and fingers and if it wasnt that they'd end up killing themselves. I was so scared."

She wasn't being serious. Given The context of her small speech, the man should have been able to feel some small amount of sorrow, but he felt none. All he could catch was the disguised yet painfully clear sarcasm in the girl's voice, which drained all the weight from her words.

"I came back home because I knew it would be safe."

That wasn't true, was it? She was back to kill him, just like the rest of me. It was the only thing that made sense; to get revenge on how he treated her. After thinking about it for a second though, the man probably deserved it.

"I saw you fainted on the floor when I found you daddy. So I took you to my room and took very special care of you."

Another obvious lie added to the man's paranoia and was beginning to feel iller by the second. What in God's name did mikan-

!

He couldn't move his right hand. No. He couldn't feel his right hand. In disbelief as well as desperation, the man worriedly wiggled every last limb that was still attached to his body, and where his lower left leg should have jolted...

Shit! He was drugged right? He must've been dreaming right? It was a dream. It had to be a dream! The meshy fog in the man's eyes finally felt like clearing and with all his inner strength he turned his head round to face his right arm; but all that was left was the arm and all that came out of its tip it was a small lump of thickly layered bandages, dyed in dry blood.

It was a fucked up dream. The man continued thinking. He couldn't feel the pain right? So it was just a fucked up dream, birthed from his newfound daily stresses. The pain from his old arm injury must have been giving him a horrific nightmare.

"It was hard patching you up when you were bleeding so heavily daddy." The bitch went on. "I had to give you a ton of painkillers and stuff to keep you from feeling the pain. I'm sorry. You must feel terrible right now. It's a good thing I saved you."

She was fucking insane. Painkillers? No- the only reason he couldn't feel the pain was because he was dreaming; This was just my mind's way of punishing him. There's no way he should still be alive like this.

"Good thing the ultimate nurse was here to save you daddy and don't worry I'll take care of you. I won't let you die like everyone else daddy. You're safe with me daddy."

"All you need now is me."

Fuck. Shit. fucking shit. This cant be fucking happning! How the hell did it come to this? The man couldn't curse enough. This was too fucked up to be a dream, but at the same time it was too fucked up to be real, but it just had to be fucking dreaming. Being drugged by his own daughter had to be a fucking dream. All of the last few weeks had to be a fucking dream. He had to believe it was. He had to for the sake of what small sanity he had left, and as if by reading his thoughts the monster smiled. Mavoilevent, vengeful and pure evil were the only words that spawned when the man's now mushy mind attempted to decipher such a grin. This was how he died: by the hands of his own fucking kid. Now accepting that, the man then realised that keeping himself aware of the living world was only going to make him fearful of the inevitable and so he let his heavy eyelids fall just so he could at least have the luxury of dying without knowing what hit him, but something out of place then uttered from Mikans small lips.

"So what do you want to do first?"

A question instead of a threat. Was it curiosity instead of bloodlust? Despite still hearing that wrongfully playful tone in his daughters still silk like voice, for whatever reason, the girl's strange question gave the man enough hair on his balls to open up his eyes to his assassin yet again. This time he was eye to eye with mikans face; her straw like hair gravitated towards him and her skin: crystal clear, causing what was left of her innocence to glow, while also horribly smudged with scars and bruises of the past, reminding the man of why he was here now. She was almost on top of him and only her slender arms held her above the man, acting as cemented pillars beside his neck. The man's response was delayed by the surprise of Mikan's random actions and all he could offer in exchange was a limp wimper of confusion.

Was she going to kill him or not?

Mikan then suddenly retreated from her pose and sat down at the end of the bed, avoiding squishing his leg. Well, the one that still had an end to it.

"Comon’ daddy, now we can play anything you want. Maybe you can try drawing on me, everyone always loved doing that back at school so you should give it a try!"

"What?" The man finally spat out.

"I'm sorry!" She blurted apologetically, while also completely out of place. "Maybe that's too weird for you. Do you want me to squeal like a pig again? You always loved doing that daddy. Roleplay was always your favorite."

Why? Why was she asking this? Did she develop a thing for fucking massicasisom while she was gone? He couldn't question everything enough, the man's mind just began to melt from stress and confusion. Despite the lingering silence the man couldn't help but create though, without any sign of permission Mikan settled onto the floor boards on all fours and simply started to squeal like a pig.

This was it. This was hell. This was God's heavenly punishment.

"@#$@%*!"

It was his fault she ended up like this. The man knew this now. Why did fate have to ram the fact down his throat?

"#$@%*^=!"

He fucking got it. He made his kid into a fucking physcopath. Big hoo-fuckin-ray! Just kill him for it already!

"Oink. €£#$@%*^=! oink oink."

But the universe thought death wasn't enough. Oh no, the sweet release of death was never enough to right this mans wrongs, experiencing the end of the world was never enough, being disected like a fucking frog was never enough. No.

"#$@%€¥₩! Oink."

He had to endure the desperate screams for attention. Take in the blood curdling cries for mere notice. He had to tolerate the broken girl's ungranted wishes for a better father.

"₩¥€*$%@! $$%£@!"

And he did...until he couldn't.

"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!"

She stopped squealing, but the animalistic screams still remained in the man's ears.

"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!"

"...Daddy?" She mumbled, somehow sounding shocked at his response.

"Shut...up. please." The man begged. He couldn't take it any more.

"I'm sorry Daddy." The girl apologizes again. With her voice finally sounding more mellow than sadistic. "I forgot you liked to see me do that with all of my clothes off...give me a second."

At this point The man was truly bewildered how he raised such a sad creature.

"Mikan." The man once again called out the name of his child as his eyes began to leak. "Please, enough of this."

Mikan then climbed back onto the end of the bed and locked with my eyes; hers instantly succumbed with certain grief as if she feared those words from the start.

"Daddy I thought you liked playing with me."

I stared back into her eyes with an assertive glance. One way or another, she had to learn that tearing off people’s limbs was some fucked up shit and no way to get what she wanted. It was the only way of redeeming himself, yet not even several seconds passed before she couldn't bare the silent treatment.

"Don’t ignore me Daddy. Dont do that again, please dont ignore me! please forgive me. I know I cut off your arm and your leg but I only did that so you wouldnt leave me alone again, I only did that so we could play forever. I only did that for us Daddy, because I love you! And Daddy loves me."

....

"...right?"

The man did not deserve to admit he loved her back because now he realized that He never deserved love. Not from his daughter, not from his late wife, hell, not even from his own old folks. The man now realised that he was human shit and all he ever offered was a shitty stench to smell for everyone around him and now he had intoxicated Mikan with his vulgar stink. The least he could do now was to relive some of the fumes and stop his daughter from absorbing any more of his odour. All he had to do was ignore her and be lucky for the man: that was what he did best.

!

As if satan himself sent everything he had to crush every shred of the man's newfound resolve, an intense surge of pain he had never felt before, striked at the ends of the dismembered body parts the man had almost forgotten about. He already saw his arm freshly bitten off and his leg cut clean but his mind was only now reacting to his sights and now every ounce of thought he once carried was instantly drowned out by a powerful, primordial pain.

"Ahhh...ahhhhhggghha. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaggggggggghhhhhhh!" This time it was the man's turn to squeal like a pig. The entire world's suffering encapsulated in one single moment - all the man could do was vent all the pain out for all to hear.

"Daddy, Don't scream! Please...please stop screaming like that!"

Panic flourished in the depths of the girl's mind. The painkiller's effect wore off more quickly than she had originally calculated and it was only a matter of time before her dad died of the pain caused by his dismemberment. She knew she had to drug him back to sleep immediately and wait for his wounds to heal, but somehow, the few words that slithered out of the dying man's lips, kept her sat, frozen on the bed.

"Mikan...help me please."

Those few words changed everything.

Her legs were glued. Her heart beated faster and faster but her head paused and her sense of urgency plainly disappeared. The girl's body simply couldn't be bothered to move anymore. What was this feeling?

"Mi-kan....Mi-"

Daddy was dead.

The girl felt no grief. No regret, no remorse, not a trace of despair birthed from her mistake.

She just sat there.

The nonexistent glue still sews her short legs to the mattress of the bed. Her beating heart was still rapid, but her mind acted first.

That feeling was so close to euphoric. She might have been unusual but she always imagined the death of her only family would make her sad but she felt far from that. Then she knew why.

"Daddy...-I was the last person daddy was thinking about. I was the last person on Daddys mind."

All she wanted was attention, all she wanted was agnolegenent, all she wanted was to be loved. Her patients were always weak and broken but thanks to that they depended on her, they were grateful for her and they gave her all the attention she could ever ask for. Drugging daddy and immobilizing him was just a way to make him like one of her patients and if dismembering daddy was going to make him love her forever then that was what she should do. Instead though she ended up murdering him and now she was all alone again But still, that emotion remained. The fact that she was daddy's last thought accelerated her and the feeling of knowing that made her feel so relieved and somehow Mikan couldn't barely bring herself to regret what happened. Daddy was nothing but a corpse now, she knew that she had failed at being the so called 'ultimate nurse,' she knew she'd never see, touch or talk with her father ever again and yet the final begs and pleads for his life felt like more attention than he had ever decided to give to her.

"Daddy is dead." She sobbed. Lines of tears streamed down her skin.

"But I was his last thought. Daddy yearned for me. Daddy wanted me to save him." She giggled. She didn't know why but she went on giggling until the giggles evolved into laughter and eventually the seeds of her laughter bloomed into a savage song of sorry cackles. The conflicted emotions of depression and pleasure clashed in war inside Mikan's mind and the effects of their battle gushed out of Mikan in the form of chuckles and sobs. She didn't know what she should have felt anymore. Mikan had now truly lost her mind.

!

Warmth. Embrace. Love. It was all in a single moment. Her beloved.

"Jun-ko?"

"Shush now Mikan. It's okay."

Her beloved was here and for the first time in ages, Mikan felt cleansed. Her wobbling knelt legs gave way and tumbled down sideways like skyscrapers that crashed down onto the dovay, as the warmth from Junko's breasts aroused her. A Slender yet tender arm caressed the girl's hip and softly squeezed her core; while another gently stroked off the pieces of dandruff burrowed within her straw like hair, giving Mikan an inviting fuzzy feeling inside. It was pure love. If only the world could let her stay like this forever.

"Junko..." Mikan began to vent. "Your plan didn't work. D-daddy just decided to ignore me in the end." She went on. "A-and when he died he said my name, he begged me to save him and then I-I had this strange feeling."

Junko's voice then hummed in Mikan's ear. Her boiling breath was gentle and warm and just like the sun in a snowstorm, it melted every little bit of Mikans of well earnt fatigue.

"What kind of feeling was it?"

"It was a pleasure. I-I felt good. I even felt happy, even though he's dead now..."

Before a seed of panic could begin to spread in Mikan's soul, the slight sound of Junko's voice once again quelled any flames of anxiety lit within her and the words that were delivered with that voice, finally Settled the mental storm brewing within Mikan.

"You're just like me Mikan."

That was it. She was just like her beloved. It made so much sense now and with that everything was right again. Suddenly the frail girl broke free of the others hug just to turn around and dive into the cushiony breasts of her beloved and just like that she let it all out.

"Merry Christmas my little Mikan." Junko made one last whisper.

"Now get on the floor. I wanna hear you squeal like a pig again. Dont forget to strip down nude this time you little shit."

"Of course." Mikan faintly mutterd and soon did. She diddnt like it, but if it was what her beloved wanted hee to do. If it made hee beloved happy, then she was more than willing to do anything for her.

***

Hajime.

A skinny girl, dressed in a smart yet tattered nursing uniform stood anxiously outside a holiday cabin. This girl was no ordinary girl though as in the last few hours she had mercilessly murdered two of her own classmates. The girl felt no grief, no regret, nor remorse as she felt nothing but joy when being the last reflection of someone's eye before it was darkened forever. Ibuki and Hyoko were really nice friends and they just had to be her next victims to help relieve herself, as well as in helping along Junoko's killing game but for some reason, instead of covering up her tracks, her instincts brought her here. To her neighbor's beach cabin who was coincidentally investigating her crime.

It was a dumb move in the persective of a killer to randomly show themselves up to the detective but to Mikan; it was something she had to do. As expected, the door was open and just by opening the door the girl could see the boy she was looking for completely conked out on his bed. Being the ultimate nurse she could instantly tell that hajime was sleeping on the investigation due to obvious stress but despite that she couldn't help herself and without a second thought the girl dug under the boys covers and gently squeezed the slumbering life saviour to her core. Just like last time in the hospital, her hunch was correct. Hajime was just as warm, soft and comforting as her beloved.

She held the boy tight and as the emotions that came with the memories of her last Christmas came back to haunt her, she held tighter and tighter. The raging battle inside her soul was back. The truce of those emotions was not going to last forever. The fight between love and pleasure. What was more important to her? Seeing her friends free themselves from her beloved's killing game and live out the rest of their lives together? Or was it making sure that she was the last face, the last person, the last thought everyone would have minds before they finally die and witnessing all their anguish and hatred for herself? The attention she always craved was so close in her reach but the accursed emotion of guilt she thought she had repealed long ago was getting in the way again.

She then came to an ultimatum And whispered in hajimes ear

"Hajime. I did it."

...

...

He was still asleep.

With her internal struggle more or less settled, the girl squeezed the boy one last time and slept peacefully beside her second yet brief love.

Art credit:

Picture made by 'lil Mikan.' https://www.pixiv.net/en/users/1118770/manga

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I HAVE A DREAM (PART 8)

Kim Hongjoong Fanfic

Warning: Angst. Cheating. Heartbreak. Cursing. Fluff.

Hello fellow atiny and kpop stans 👋🏼 I am back with part 8 of I Have A Dream as promised. If any of you guys missed the last update or didn’t read the top part, from now on I will be updating every Friday so please look forwards to that 😃 Now I present to you guys I Have A Dream Part 8 😊

Y/N had never regretted anything more in her life then in that situation she was in that moment, the constant walking up and down the isles of clothing causing her already throbbing feet to swell in her white flowered sandals. In her hands, she carried multiple varieties of colored dresses and shirts.

A couple feet in front of her stood Mrs. Park with her hands also full, the excitement in her eyes causing them to glint in the sunlight. Never in her entire life had Y/N meet someone with such a deep passion for shopping, as if that person thrived off of just swiping their credit card left and right with multiple bags to accompany that action.

She really regretted calling Mrs. Park to hang for the day but as she giggled at her crazy squealing and constant fawning over the brand new collection of maternity dresses, she honestly couldn't ask for a better person to have in her life.

“ Y/N come over here! You need to try on the dresses I picked out.” Mrs. Park calls out and all y/n can do is sigh in defeat, knowing that she won't let her get away from her little fashion show.

Dragging her tired feet towards the dressing rooms she watches as Mrs. Park shoves multiple dresses in one of the small stalls, then turn towards her. “ Okay sweety, now just try on the dresses and show them to me! I'll love to see how you look in the bright colors!” Mrs. Park exclaims clapping her hands with an excited look on her face.

“ You know fall is just around the corner? Why am I trying out dresses?” Y/N says and all she gets in return is a blank stare. “ You can wear leggings under your dresses and plus once you get bigger all you'll be able to fit in are dresses. You'll thank me later baby girl so don't worry your pretty little head off.” Mrs. Park says as she pats her on the head.

“ Can we at least take a break after this? I'm hungry and my feet are killing me” Y/N says and Mrs. Park winces when she mentions her feet, remembering the days when she would limp from how swollen her feet we're during her pregnancy. Nodding her head, Mrs. Park shoos Y/N back into the dressing room telling her to try at least 3 out of all the dresses in the big pile.

Turning towards the pile, she picks two soft peach-colored dresses and a soft mustard colored knit dress. The softness of the dresses already convincing her that the three are the ones she'll purchase but she still decides to try them on for the sake of pleasing the older lady waiting for her outside the dressing room.

Tugging the dark blue curtain back, Y/N walks out the dressing room in the mustard dress and before she can say anything Mrs. Park starts fawning over her attracting the attention of the other customers in the store. “ Look at you honey!!” she squeals and Y/N can feel her face start flushing red from embarrassment.

“ Thanks, Mrs. Park” Y/N mumbles out causing Mrs. Park to reach forwards and pinch Y/N’s arm. “ What did I say y/n-sie~~~ Call me auntie” she whines out and all Y/N does is chuckle out, causing Mrs. Park to let out an almost childish like huff.

“ Can we go eat now? We can get back to dressing up later but right now I need some food in my system and it seems like I'm not the only one.” Y/N says as she rubs her stomach causing Mrs. Park to let out a gasp. “ Oh my goodness! Yes, of course! I can't let my two babies starve now can I?! Your brother would kill me if I somehow forgot to feed you two.” She says and with that she forces Y/N back into the dressing room, telling her to change back into her original dress.

Y/N doesn't need to be told twice because as soon as those words get out of Mrs. Park's mouth she books it back to the small room and changes back. Making sure that all her belongings are still in her purse and that she has the three dresses tucked under her arm, she quickly exits the dressing room and passes the other dresses to Mrs.Park to put them back. Walking towards the register, she takes out her wallet and waits for the cashier to ring her up.

Swaying on the heels of her feet, she waits for the cashier to tell her the total before the hairs on the back of her neck start to rise. The feeling of being watched again causing her to let out a shaky breath, the goosebumps that raise on her skin causing her to rub her arms up and down.

All throughout her day out with Mrs. Park, she had been feeling as if someone had a constant eye on her. The feeling of someone watching and following her every move scaring her beyond belief. She didn't tell Mrs. Park as she thought that maybe she was being paranoid, maybe it was Kyung Mi playing a prank on her, or maybe the little boy Jinyoung wanting to say hi to her again.

She honestly had no idea, but she was trying to keep the positive feeling in the air, knowing that freaking out and causing Mrs. Park to freak out as well would only ruin the day. Either way, if being followed and constantly being watched is what she felt then she knew she could hold out her own. The pink small taser and pepper spray shoved in the bottom of her purse reassuring her that she would be okay at least for a pregnant woman.

Paying for her dresses, she quickly shoved her credit card in her wallet and tucked it in her purse. Bidding the cashier a good day and a quick goodbye, she walked towards the exit where Mrs. Park (or in her case auntie) was standing and together they walked out the maternity clothing store.

Standing there for a couple of seconds, they start debating whether they should head towards the village's popular restaurant or towards the various food stalls lined just a block away. Knowing how packed the restaurant can get from working just across the place, they finally decide to head towards the crowded but not packed food stalls.

. . . . . . . . . . . .

Mingi had never been one for conflict, always deciding to let things cool out before actually fixing the issue. From the looks of it, it seems as if Hongjoong and San were going to be fighting for a while and even though Mingi blamed no one but Hongjoong he really wished that everything would be resolved right away.

After the argument that broke out in the kitchen that morning the guys had spread around the big house wanting to escape the heavy tension that lingered on San. Wooyoung seemed to have gone to his room as well as San was sitting alone in the living room, staring blankly at the tv. Knowing that San would only drive himself insane with how quiet and how deep he was in his thoughts, Mingi decided that the least he could do was distract him for a couple of hours.

“ San, let's go out to the town square. I don't know were thing 2 is but he's obviously not going to help so let me be the one to comfort you for once.” Mingi says, breaking San from his train of thought.

“ I'll like to go... But what if we bump into y/n?.. I don't want her to think that we followed her and cause her to leave again.” San says as he rubs the skin between his eyes, letting Mingi know that whatever he was thinking about was causing him a headache.

“ Then I guess we'll just have to keep an eye out for her. C’mon you need fresh air and food. We can go get some food if you want.” Mingi walks towards San and lifts him up by the back of his shirt, causing San to let out a startled woah and stumble from the way Mingi was dragging him towards the door.

Knowing that Mingi won't take no for an answer, San takes his pair of brown boots and shoves them into his feet. Nodding towards Mingi, they both grab their wallets and phones exiting the big home and walking towards the town square.

Mingi knows that San just wants peace and quiet, the constant fighting with Hongjoong seeming to wear him down little by little due to his appearance. He wants San to let everything out, to finally be the same happy and giggly San but he knows that something like that won't be accomplished easily. The constant fighting not only affecting San and Hongjoong but all of them, all Mingi can do is pray that by the end of the month they can all return on good terms.

San expected Mingi to interrogate him the minute they walked out the door, but instead they both walked in silence. He exhales in relief mentally thanking Mingi that he didn't mention anything, the quiet chirping of the birds around them and the cool breeze dancing around them causing his shoulder to drop from their tense position.

Quickly arriving at the town square, they both decide to head towards the food stalls craving some spicy tteokbokki. They don't seems to make it far into the bustling food stalls before Mingi quickly grabs ahold of San’s sweatshirt and drags him behind a wall.

“ What happened?!? Why did you drag me over here?” exclaims San as he looks at Mingi and all Mingi does is tell him to be quiet and point towards the direction they were heading.

A couple of feet in front of them stood Y/N with Mrs. Park, the both of them giggling to each other while eating portions of glass noodles. They watch as the older one shoves more food towards Y/N telling her something before patting the younger ones swollen belly.

San stares at her in awe, the first time he saw her seemed like a blur and he didn't remember much but now he can clearly see her and watch as she freely throws her head back in amusement to something the older lady in front of her said.

He lets a small smile invade his face as he watches in adoration, the sight of her being happy and healthy causing his heart to beat rapidly. Beside him, Mingi stares at Y/N in wonder. The sight of the woman he once knew as somewhat quiet and reserved fully enjoying herself at the moment.

This was the first time he has seen her since she left and finally looking at her completely all he could do is smile warmly at the sight of her baby bump. The way she would pat her stomach or the way the older lady would lean forwards and talk to Y/N’s stomach causing him to let out a small childlike giggle. Turning towards San, he saw the look of pure love and adoration said man had for the woman just a couple feet away from him.

In that moment, Mingi knew that no matter what happened between the three currently involved in the recent events he hoped and prayed that San was the one who would get picked in the end.

Turning back around to look at the duo they were currently hiding from, they watched as they finished up their food and got up to head towards the shops. They decided to keep an eye on them in case they walked towards them and then finally eat but as they watched them walk away from the table, Mingi let's out a barely audible gasp causing San to turn towards him.

“ What happened? Did she see you?!?” San asked in a panic, getting ready to book it out of there if they were discovered but all Mingi did was grab San by the neck turning him towards where Y/N was standing.

It took San a couple of seconds to figure out what he was supposed to be looking for before his eyes finally set on her.

There a couple of feet away from Y/N stood Ji Woo. Taking slow almost cautious steps towards Y/N and the older lady with her.

Mingi watched as San’s eyes turned hard and icy, his scary glare set on the girl quickly approaching Y/N. Before San could jump up and run towards the obvious interaction that was about to occur, Mingi quickly wrapped his arms around San and told him to stay in place.

All San could do was watch helplessly as Ji Woo called out Y/N’s name, watching as the smile on her face dropped just like his heart did the minute he saw her happiness slip away like sand between his fingers.

. . . . . . . . . . . . .

“ Wow... I honestly never in my life had such amazing glass noodles as this one's.” Y/N said as she patted her stomach letting out huff from how full she is. Mrs. Parks lets out a small laugh then leans down so that she's staring at Y/N’s belly. “ You were quite hungry weren't you little man.” She says and Y/N raises and eyebrow at her question.

“ Little man huh? Youngjo said that it was going to be a girl.” She says as she starts to clean up the mess around them, causing Mrs. Park to quickly jump towards her and clean up instead. “ Your brother is a dummy, take my advice instead okay? Throughout my pregnancy, I knew I was having a boy and I was correct. So take it from me, it's going to be a strong, healthy boy.” Mrs. Park rants on and all Y/N does is smile at her, appreciating all the little tips and advice she has been giving her in her three months living there.

Finishing up, the both start heading towards the shops on the opposite part of the street away from the food stalls. As they walk towards the direction of a clothing store Mrs. Park desperately wanted to visit, the feeling of being watched again causes Y/N’s heart to start thumping in her chest.

Choosing to ignore it, she continues to walk with Mrs. Park before the call of her name brings her to a complete stop. She feels her entire body freeze in disbelief, the person who called her taking that as a sign to continue calling her name.

Slowly turning around, she holds her breath and prays to God that whoever it was that called her isn't who she thinks it is. Her prayers seems to fail, because standing just in front of her is Ji Woo.

“ Y/N... How.. How are you?” Ji woo stutters out and all Y/N does is stare blankly at her, at loss for words. “ You left so suddenly, I didn't get the chance to talk to you.” she mutters out causing Y/N to grip onto her blue dress in order to calm herself.

Mrs. Park seems to sense her distress because she immediately stands in front of Y/N, hiding her from Ji Woo’s view. “ Can we help you, young lady?” She asks as she carefully observes Ji woo, getting ready to stop her if she decides to walk any closer.

“ Oh please call me Ji Woo, I'm Y/N’s best friend.... I came to talk to her.” Ji woo babbles on trying to get as much as she can out there in case she gets dismissed by the older lady.

Mrs. Park immediately tenses up once Ji Woo gives out her name, the name of the person she desperately wanted to curse when Y/N told her the reason she moved into their small homely village.

Clearing her throat, Mrs. Park rolls her shoulders and gives Ji Woo the best fake smile she can pull off. “ Nice to meet you Ji Woo, but me and my friend here have to go so if you'll please excuse us.” Mrs. Park tells her, quickly turning around and taking now Y/N’s trembling hands.

Walking right behind Y/N in case Ji Woo decides to grab her, Mrs. Park start to speed walk towards the direction of her house before Ji Woo’s scratchy and nasally voice stops them in their tracks.

“ Y/N, please... Please don't leave again. I want to apologize for what I did. I want to make it up to you.” she begs, following closely behind the pair. Y/N rapidly shakes her head, and tugs at Mrs. Park wanting to get out of there as quickly as possible.

Ji Woo seems to be growing impatient as the volume of her voice increases the more they walk away from her. “ Y/N CAN YOU PLEASE JUST LOOK AT ME, YOU CAN’T JUST DROP YEARS OF FRIENDSHIP OVER SOMETHING SO DUMB.” she screams out, attracting the attention of people around the area.

“ STOP RUNNING AWAY FROM YOUR PROBLEMS Y/N! HOW ABOUT YOU FACE ME LIKE A REAL WOMAN HUH? CAN YOU DO THAT FOR A MINUTE! HOW DO YOU EXPECT TO BE A GOOD MOTHER IF YOU CAN’T EVEN FACE ME RIGHT NOW!” Ji Woo yells out causing the duo to stop in their tracks and the chatter around them falls down to just whispering.

Y/N lets out a small sob, the shaking of her hands now having consumed her whole body causing random people around them to whine out in sympathy. She slowly turns around to look at Ji Woo but instead makes eye contact with Mrs. Park. She lets out a small gasp from how mad she looks, the soft look that she would always have in her eyes completely gone instead replaces with the sharp look of anger.

Ji Woo seems to still be yelling out towards them, attracting more attention to them, “ LOOK I’M SORRY I SLEPT WITH HONGJOONG BUT IT MEANT NOTHING TO ME! IT’S NOT MY FAULT YOU WEREN’T A GOOD GIRLFRIEND TO HIM.” she continues to scream, and her last statement seems to shake the crowd around them looking at Ji Woo in disbelief and disgust.

Before Y/N can stop her, Mrs Park swiftly turns around and marches straight towards Ji Woo. The look on Mrs. Park's face seems to shut Ji Woo up as she watches her stomp towards her in a menacing way. Nobody seems to stop her as Mrs. Park lifts up her hand and strikes Ji Woo across the face, the loud sound that resonates from the harsh slap causing everybody to let out a gasp. A couple of feet away from the scene stand two guys leaning against the wall watching the turn of events, one of them gaping at the slap in shock and the other one smirking and mentally cheering for the older lady.

“ I've never in my life raised my hand at someone, much less thought about hitting someone... But you.. You deserved this and so much more.” Mrs Park spits out, rubbing her throbbing hand from how much force she used to smack Ji Woo.

Ji Woo carefully lifts her shaking hand towards her already bruising cheek, the bottom lip split and bleeding. She watches as various people crowd around Y/N to comfort her and multiple other people stand behind Mrs. Park to come to her defense.

“ Now you listen to me very closely, I may not know you well but I know just enough to figure out that you're the good for nothing ”best friend” that slept with y/n’s boyfriend. Of course he's as much of a low life as you and even though I don't like the idea of hitting someone I'll gladly do it to him as well.” Mrs Park says as she watches Ji Woo tear up.

“ I expect you to leave this village and never come back. The police in this place may not be that bright, so if it comes down to it I'll personally drag you out of here myself. Do I make myself clear?” she says and the people around her yell out in agreement, the small crowd around Y/N who are currently comforting her nodding their heads along as well.

Knowing that the older lady in front of her won't hesitate to do as she says, Ji Woo gives one final look at Y/N holding eye contact for a couple of seconds before finally turning around and running away towards her car.

Mrs. Park watches her to make sure that she leaves and once she sees Ji Woo’s car speed away from the area she quickly turns around and pulls Y/N into her arms. Thanking the people around her for taking care of the girl she considers family.

Shushing the crying girl in her arms, she covers her with a black floral cardigan and carefully begins to lead her towards her house. The group around her clear a path for them, giving out words of comfort to the pregnant woman, letting her know that if she ever needs help they'll happily help her telling her that she's apart of the village family.

Making it to Mrs. Park's bright yellow house, they both enter the warm and spacious living room. Leading her towards the soft beige L shaped couch, she sits Y/N in the middle of it taking notice of her quiet sniffing.

Carefully peeling the cardigan off of her, she takes Y/N’s face into her hands and wipes away the tears falling from her eyes. “ You're okay now sweety, she's gone now. I won't let her near you again you hear me.” she firmly states causing Y/N to throw herself onto Mrs. Park’s arms, wanting desperately to be held by someone.

“ I don't want to be that sad ever again. I don't want to cry the moment someone mentions what happened... I want to be happy for me and my baby. I want to finally forget everything and live in peace.” Y/N says as she weeps into Mrs. Parks arms, hiding her face in the older woman's shoulder.

“ I won't let you be that sad ever again baby... You'll have a happy life, you'll live in peace. You and your baby and whether you decide to open up your heart again maybe even a boyfriend or husband, you'll be happy I know it. You want to know how I know this? Because I'll make sure of it.” Mrs. Park whispers to the crying girl in her arms, lifting her hands and rubbing her back.

“ I'll take care of you two... You won't ever have to feel alone again sweety. Auntie will take care of you and your baby.” she says as she caresses Y/N’s stomach, the girl in her arms slowly calming down.

They sit there a couple of seconds before Y/N's broken whisper breaks the silence.

“ Thank you... Thank you so much for everything... I love you auntie.”

Mrs. Park feels her eyes water at the nickname, having been the first time that Y/N actually used it. Pulling the pregnant girl closer, she places a tender kiss to her head.

“ I'll take care of both of you... You don't have to worry about a thing... Not a single thing my sweet girl.”

[harryfreakinstyles2]

Torn (Part 4) H.S

Harry's body relaxes in the seat across from me and it makes my heart feel like it could burst in my chest.

"So, since we are friends now," I say beyond excited that I get to ask him all the questions I have been dying to know the answers to.

"Let's get to know each other." I say with a smile and his eyes widen. "How long have you been in America?" I ask him genuinely wanting to know the answer.

I rest my elbows on the table and lean forward waiting for his answer. His smile widens across his face making his deep dimples appear, and I feel like I can't breathe. This just friends thing is going to be harder than I thought if he continues to look at me like that.

"I've been here for a little over four years now. I got a scholarship to go to school here and I kind of fell in love with the area and decided to stay after I graduated this past December."

I'm slightly surprised that he came here on scholarship, but why wouldn't he. Of course, he's smart. But what surprises me more is that he already graduated. I assumed he was still in school as well.

"Oh, you already graduated? I didn't know that!" I respond genuinely surprised.

"There are a lot of things you don't know about me." Harry says with a smirk and winks at me.

I roll my eyes at him and I try not to smile as I avoid the playful smirk he is giving me that seems to be stuck on his face today. I ignore the spark it ignites in my stomach and continue with my questions.

"So what's your degree in then?" I ask continuing the conversation.

"Business management. I would like to own or run a hotel or restaurant or something like that someday." He tells me still making too much eye contact and making me shift in my seat.

"Wow! That's cool!" I say annoyed that he is not only smart and drop dead gorgeous but he also has plans for his life. "How old are you?" I blurt our on accident.

"Twenty three, but enough about me. Tell me something about you." He says copying my position and leaning towards me with his elbows on the table and he mocks me by placing his hands under his chin with a cheeky smile. He is good I will give him that.

We are closer than two friends should be while casually talking but I can't get myself to pull away even though I know I should.

"Ummm." I stutter for a minute not being able to process my thoughts when he is so close to me. "Well, I am twenty one. I will graduate in May with my degree in English. I'd like to work for a publishing company or something along those lines for a bit or maybe become an English teacher I haven't really decided yet." I say faster than normal. I keep having to look down every few seconds because his stare keeps making me flustered.

"Hmmm a teacher huh?" Is all he says in response.

His tone sounds sarcastic and his face is hard to read and I can't tell if he means it as a joke or what. Does he think I can't be a teacher? But I am already on edge "You don't even know me," I snap defensively while leaning back in my chair.

"What? Why did you say that?" He questions me in a serious tone, catching me off guard. He's staring me down and I realize he's waiting for me to answer.

"I don't know. You sounded like you were mocking me," I say my tone sharp.

"I don't know you well, yet. But I'm trying to. I want to." He states. "I was not making fun of you. I was just joking around." He looks at me with pleading eyes. "I wish you would lighten up a little. You are so serious." He says softly and I can tell by his voice that he is being sincere even though his words piss me off I try to push my irritation aside.

"Sorry. Really." I say leaning down to meet his eyes slightly thrown by his quick change in mood. "I didn't mean to snap at you. Just a habit I guess."

Lightning flashes outside the window followed by a rolling thunder distracting both of us from our conversation. I know I need to head home before the storm hits and it is getting close to my dinner plans with Julie.

"I need to head home." I sigh grabbing my backpack and car keys not wanting to leave just yet despite the change in mood.

"Okay." Is all he says in response his eyes focused on the table.

I can feel a shift and there is an uncomfortable tension between us. I get up from the table and start making my way towards the door when I realize he has nothing else to say. A weird wave of sadness hits me at his simple response wishing he would ask me to stay longer.

"Wait," I feel his now familiar warm hand wrap around my arm stopping me before I reach the door. I turn to face him not sure what to expect but happy the conversation will not end the way I thought it was going to.

"I'll see you again soon, yeah?" He asks with a soft smile. He says it like it's a question that he needs me to confirm as he searches my eyes. And just like that, everything feels okay again.

"See you soon." I confirm with a smile and walk out the door.

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I arrive back home just as the rain starts, making me run for the front door. Rushing inside I drop my stuff on the kitchen counter and find Julie watching tv on the couch.

"Did you get the stuff for dinner?" I ask her. We have a tradition since we moved into our apartment together last year where every other Saturday she buys the groceries and I make dinner. Then we spend the evening watching Greys Anatomy on the couch together. It gives us a chance to catch up no matter how crazy our schedules get.

"Yeah, it's all in the fridge. Did you get a lot of studying done?" She says making casual conversation without looking away from the tv.

"Uhhh yeah," I say shrugging my shoulders even though she is not looking at me. The guilt comes back but this time I know I deserve it as I choose to not tell her about Harry showing up at the coffee shop and continue the conversation. "Was this all you had planned for today?" I say gesturing to her current spot on the couch hoping to get a reaction out of her.

"Basically, I was supposed to hang out with Harry but he got called into work." She responds still not looking away from the tv and I feel panicked.

I am so thrown off by her answer that I can't think of a response. Did he tell her that he had to work so he could come see me? Is she making it up? Why would she make that up? He said he told her they were done. But why would she lie about having plans with him? Why did he lie. I have no idea what the hell is going on anymore and it is starting to give me a headache.

"Hey, I was thinking we could have a movie night here tomorrow. Is that okay with you?" Julie asks me bringing my attention back to the present as she gets off the couch and joins me in the kitchen.

"Uhh yeah sure sounds good to me," I say not really paying attention.

"Awesome! I'll text everyone. Does 8 o'clock sound good to you?" Julie asks while already typing away on her phone.

"Perfect." I agree.

The evening drags on without much conversation. Julie stays on the couch while I make dinner in the kitchen replaying my conversation with Harry over and over again. One of them is lying and I can't figure out who or more importantly why. After dinner we watch one episode of Grey's and I head to my room for the rest of the night not wanting to have forced conversation with Julie any longer. I don't like how weird things feel between us now. I know it's only me. I'm so used to being able to talk to Julie about anything.

I pass out around 11 o'clock which is early for me but the last two days have been so draining I need the sleep and as soon as my head hits the pillow I am gone.

I wake the next morning still conflicted and debating whether having Harry around is worth all this confusion and the headache that follows. I know it won't end well but I am not sure that I can stay away from him. The morning and afternoon hours blur together as I stay in bed watching tv all day, my usual Sunday routine lately.

I finally look at the clock on my nightstand telling me it's now six thirty in the evening and I have been in bed all day. My stomach grumbles reminding me I haven't had anything to eat since eleven this morning so I force myself out of bed and slip on some jeans and grab my favorite hoodie. The weather outside my window is as gloomy as yesterday the clouds are covering the whole sky, and it has been raining on and off all day adding to my own gloomy mood.

I walk out of the bedroom and find Jules in the living room bringing pillows and blankets from her bedroom to the couch.

"What are you doing?" I ask her confused.

"Bringing out extra pillows and blankets for tonight." She says looking at me like I am an idiot.

"Oh crap! I forgot about that. Did you pick a movie?" I have been so in my head I forgot about her stupid movie night here tonight. I feel like I don't have the energy or mental capacity to deal with anyone. Perfect.

"No I can't decide so I'm just going to pick two and let everyone vote." She says while still arranging pillows on the couch and floor.

"Alright, well I am going to grab some food I will be back soon. Do you need anything while I am out?" I ask her secretly hoping she will say no.

"No I'm good, I bought popcorn and some candy when I was at the store yesterday and Maya and Tabs are bringing some snacks too." She tells me.

"Okay well, I'll be back." I say while grabbing my keys and heading for the front door.

"Okay see you later." She says with a smile.

As I walk to my car I sigh with relief at being alone again even if it is only for a short while.

I run through a drive-thru and back with about fifteen minutes to spare before everyone is supposed to come over. I rush into the apartment past the kitchen and Julie's room hoping she doesn't see me. And then head straight through the living room and into my room. I change out of my jeans and into some comfy yoga pants deciding to keep my hoodie on because I don't care to make to much effort in my appearance today. I finish the rest of my food in a hurry and decide to freshen up my make up a little so I don't look like complete crap when everyone comes over. Just as I finish up I hear an array of voices enter the house. Walking out of my room and into the kitchen I find Julie with Maya, Tabs, Dylan, and Sam all talking over each other loudly. Maya is pouring chips into bowls, Julie is putting popcorn into the microwave and of course, Dylan is loading the wine and beer into the fridge. I smile at my crazy group of friends even in my exhausted state.

"Is Emily coming?" I ask the whole group while taking a seat on the empty bar stool next to Sam.

"No she had to work tonight." Tabitha informs me while stealing a chip from Maya's bowl.

"Awe alright," I say disappointed because we haven't had a chance to catch up in a few weeks. "I'm gonna grab a blanket from my room really quick, will someone get me a bowl of popcorn please!" I say as sweetly as I can as I am leaving the kitchen.

I make my way back to my room and grab a blanket and pillow, and my phone from my nightstand before hearing the group make their way into the living room. I take a deep breathe already exhausted and walk back out.

Julie, Maya, Dylan, and Sam are all squished together on the couch and Tabitha took the chair which means I am stuck on the floor alone which I am actually okay with because it means I can watch the movie and relax without distractions. Just as I am getting comfortable on the floor I hear a loud knock at the door. Everyone sits not moving and then looks at me. Everyone is here already so I have no idea who it could be.

"Don't worry everyone, I'll get." I say sarcastically groaning as I get back up off the floor and they all smile trying not to laugh at my dramatic response.

I make my way to the door and open it not sure who to expect but definitely not him.

My mouth drops open stunned, "Harry?!" I whisper yell so everyone in the living room can't hear me.

[loserkusen]

A Change of Heart

It’s 20-BiTeen bitches!!! In celebration the girl in this fic is bi, like yours truly, cause representation matters and if you don’t like it block me. Anyways the anticipated Julian fic.

Oh yeees 😍 can you write a jealous Julian blurb ?♥️

Based off FACE by BROCKHAMPTON 🧡

Word Count: 2,179

She never though she’ll end up in the same position again. After how hard she had worked to convince herself that love wasn’t for her and that it was okay, she found herself stuck in the same spot as always. Wishing she hadn’t started anything to begin with.

(Y/N) had been seeing Julian for a couple of months now. Due to the amount of men and women that had broken her heart, she hated admitting the feelings he evoked in her. The deep connection they had formed was nothing she had felt before which exited her, but made her fearful of the unknown emotions. So she remained guarded and made their relationship as informal as possible. No titles. No commitments. Simply two people getting along and having casual sex.

What she didn’t expect was for her to be sitting in Julian’s kitchen at 2am debating whether to return to bed with the boy she was falling for or to gather her belongings as quickly as possible and walk away from him like she had done many times before. She always felt horrible after the latter, but it was the only thing she could think of doing whenever she laid wrapped up in his arms wondering how she was going to save herself the heartbreak this time.

The sudden hand on her waist startled her causing her to jump off the kitchen stool. Luckily, the familiar arms held her up saving her the pain and embarrassment of hitting the floor.

"What are you doing up right now?" He held her closer, his feathery hair brushing against her cheek.

"I um- I couldn't sleep" she sat back down turning in the seat to face him. His sleep clouded face and shirtless body stood illuminated by the dim light peaking in through the windows. "I have a headache and was wondering if you had pain killers. I thought they'll be in the kitchen, but I couldn't find them."

"They're in the bathroom angel. You should've asked me."

“I didn’t want to wake you.” Your gaze diverted away from him. Doing anything to avoid his eyes hoping he wouldn't see your watery ones.

"You okay?" He stepped closer, his fingers caressing your cheek as he lifted your chin. Silence followed his words. She wasn't. She was quickly realizing she was far from okay. Falling for someone who seemed too good for her. Unable to accept the possibly that he could be the one exception. Slowly slipping into a state she promised she would never come close to again.

"I'm just tired Julian." He starred into her eyes for a moment before nodding and reaching for her hand. She followed him back to his room, silently getting under the covers as he searched his bathroom cabinet for the pills. Julian returned with a glass of water and a crewneck sweatshirt too.

"You should put this on. Being cold is probably going to make it worse." You pulled on his soft sweater which happened to smell like his favorite cologne. The familiar scent worked to calm you down and soon enough your stress induced headache settled down. Not much later, you felt Julian's grip on your waist tightening. His arm pulling you close to his chest was becoming a routine whenever you slept over. He held on throughout the night up until the morning. Almost as if trying to make you stay forever.

The next morning, Julian was awakened by the sound of your feet shuffling around his room. He took a deep breath not wanting to open his eyes and see you rushing to leave him once again. His sad reality hit him at the feeling of the empty spot next to him on the bed. Hesitantly, he sat up catching your attention from across the room.

"Hey Julian." She looked caught off guard as she stumbled trying to step into her boots as quickly as possible. "I didn't think you'll be up this early." She looked tense. The quiet room heightened her uneasiness as Julian remained quiet simply gazing at her. It took a couple of minutes for Julian to break the dense silence eating away at both of them.

"Do you have to leave?" His voice was faint making her feel worse for trying to leave unnoticed once again. She turned around searching for her bag trying to avoid his stare. The truth was, she did have to leave. She had to leave before she did something she regretted. Running away from him temporarily allowed her to breathe. She felt like one more moment with him would reveal the inescapable fact she had been trying to avoid for months now; she was in love with him. She was afraid her brain would win over her heart and she'll break whatever relationship they had out of fear of being mistreated again. Julian had stood up now. His hair laid flat against his forehead and various purple marks scattered around his neck. "We could go get breakfast if you want. I would cook for you, but that wouldn't be really smart." He tried to ease the tension sensing your anxious state.

"I actually promised Rachel she could meet me at my place this morning." You turned around finding him closer to you than before. "I'm probably running late at this point." Your hands searched through your bag making sure you weren’t leaving anything behind. His hand reached forward lifting your chin while his other arm wrapped around your waist. Slowly, he leaned in, his lips just hoovering over yours. unable to resist the urge, you leaned forward pressing your lips to his. He pulled you closer, the kiss quickly escalating. After a minute that felt simultaneously like just a second and an eternity, he pulled back but remained close to you.

"Why cant you just stay? At least one time." He stood over you, his eyes trying to read the true emotions hiding behind yours. You stood quietly allowing yourself to lean into his touch. "You always leave (Y/N). I don't understand why." The frustration in his calm voice pulled at your heartstrings.

"Julian I have to go. I'm not doing this right now." You turned on your heel making your way out of his room and straight towards his front door. It was impossible to stop the tears as you walked outside towards your car. Knowing Julian wouldn't follow you, you remained inside your car taking deep breaths to calm your heavy breathing before starting the car on your way to your house.

"I don't know what to do Rachel!" You had been arguing with your best friend over your situation for over an hour at this point. It was all pointless. The conversation just kept going in circles.

"Just admit that you're in love with him and let him know! He wants you (Y/N). I don't understand how you can't see that." She sat on your couch nonchalantly causing your irritation to rise.

"You just don't understand Rachel. How many times did someone else seem to want me before? And how many times did that not end up with me crying over them to you?" You ran your hands through your hair in utter exasperation at the inability to do anything to help yourself. "I don't want to get hurt again. I promised this wouldn't happen to me again, Rachel."

"Just give him a chance (Y/N). He's Julian! Not some trashy guy I warned you about before. He's just as fucked over by the fact that you're not together yet as you are." Tears you thought you couldn't have anymore began to stream down your face again for what seemed like the hundredth time in just a couple hours. "Come here." You slowly walked to your best friend who sat waiting with open arms. You buried your face into her neck silently letting it all out. She knew how much this was hurting you even if you were the only one overthinking the situation. You sat with her for a couple minutes, her hand soothingly running up and down your back. The quiet moment was interrupted by the front door opening revealing a distressed Julian who just stared at the both of you. Quickly you wiped your tears standing up feeling the lump in your throat returning.

"Julian, what are you doing here?" The tension you felt before had returned, only this time it was worse. You saw Rachel shifting behind you probably just uncomfortable as you were.

"I wanted to talk to you. I didn't know I was intruding I'm sorry. I'll leave." His voice was higher than normal hinting that he was trying his hardest to hold back. You stayed quiet simply staring back at Julian who still stood in your living room despite his words.

"You're not intruding. I was about to go." Rachel broke the silence quickly grabbing her phone and walking out the house before you could stop her. Julian remained quiet even with Rachel gone which left you no other option but to start the inevitable conversation you had been dreading.

"What do you want to talk about Julian." You sat back down hoping he would follow.

"You know why I'm here (Y/N)." Tip toeing around the subject wasn't going to help either of you.

"Don't be ambiguous Julian. Please get to the point." He took a deep breath before unleashing everything he had been holding in.

“What are you waiting for?” His words instantly jab at your heart. “Do you just want to sleep around with me for eternity? Do you just want someone to not be alone?” You kept quiet knowing he had every right to complain. “What do you want us to be?” He turned his body towards you now hoping to get a response from you.

"It’s not that easy, Julian.” You knew that's not what he wanted to hear, but that was sadly the only thing you could come up with without completely breaking down.

“Do you even really want to be with me? Do you want to be with somebody else? Do you want to be with Rachel?” The comment instantly caused you to snap your head towards him.

“What are you talking about?” Out of everything he could have said this was the last thing you could've thought about.

“I just don’t understand what you want! We spend every second possible together. We talk about everything. And no matter how much closer I think I get to you, you always walk away. You walk back to her. And if that's what you want, then that's okay. Just tell me. Talk to me. Don't ignore whats going on.” You shook your head not knowing how to express every single thought that was currently running through your mind.

"Julian it is definitely not what you think. I don't want to be with Rachel. She's just my best friend and the only one I've been able to talk to about this whole mess. She's not part of it." You instantly shut down his suspicion moving on to the painful part. "And I don't blame you, okay? Not even I know what I want at this point." The tears unwillingly resurfaced. "I just want to be happy." You gave up all composure you had, immediately slumping forward dropping your face into your hands. Not two seconds passed before Julian was next to you holding you close to him.

"I'm sorry." You shook your head.

"No Julian. This isn't on you. It's on me. We're in this mess because I don't trust myself to be in a relationship again. Every time I try, everything goes wrong. I don't want that again." You finally looked up to see him. His eyes soft and empathetic. ��You have no idea how many times I’ve been fucked over Julian. How many times I’ve been lied to.”

“I would never lie to you.” You smiled reaching for his hand, squeezing it softly.

"I know. And that's why I don't want to fuck this up for us." Julian pulled his hand back placing both of them on your shoulders now.

"Listen. I know people have treated you wrong, okay? I can see it. You’re hurt. You don’t trust that we'll work out. You don't believe I can love you. But you’re wrong this time, baby.” He smiled looking at you wishfully. "You're completely wrong."

“I’m being cautious Julian.” The more he spoke the less your argument seemed valid.

“You’re being cautious with the wrong person. I just want to love you." You sat up moving towards him now, his arms instantly on your waist pulling you onto his lap. He pressed kisses against your face as he held you tightly. You held his cheek, your fingers ghosting over the light stubble, as Julian moved forward capturing your lips in a gentle kiss.

"Good thing I already love you, Julian." You felt his lips forming a smile as you mumbled the words into the kiss.

"I know you do." He pressed his lips against yours once more. "Because I do too."

[fiercyy]

Take My Hand But Leave My Heart [5/?]

a/n: Super short chapter today but a long one to come in the next few days, forgive me?

In the aftermath of the war and his return, Sasuke and Sakura's relationship was moving towards Something. But when Sasuke must bind her with an ancient jutsu, their chance at happiness together may be ruined irreparably. fluff. angst. trope subversion.

Read from chapter 1

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Six Months Ago...

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He returns and Naruto thinks that Sasuke can slot himself back into the space he should have occupied in all their lives. But Sasuke knows better. He is a satellite doomed to careen out of their orbit soon enough. Except that he doesn't want that at all. He just doesn't fully believe that he can have it.

Naruto has made it his mission to debate Sasuke over the best way to live his life- as if either of them have any clue.

"Why did you come back?"

"I thought I had become a man who deserved to be here."

And Sasuke questions it every day.

He and Sakura never talk about her letter. The Letter.

Instead, he waits. He wants to see if this life will stick.

It's not a matter of whether or not Sasuke wants to stay. It's all he wants to do. With each passing year Sasuke aspires more and more towards a quiet existence in the village. He realized something that culminated in a screaming match between the New Sannin.

"The best way to change something is from the inside!" Naruto shouted, "Look at me. Look at Sakura. This is our home, your home. And like anyone else who lives here, you're one of the people who makes it what it is. This village can be better, I genuinely believe that. Do you?"

The thing is, he believes in his peers. He trusts Naruto and the future he keeps a weathered eye out for. He admires Sakura who is always questing for ways to make people whole.

"Konoha can be everything that me and you needed it to be when we were kids."

"The village failed you," Sakura said quietly. "It's our job to build a future so that it never happens to anyone. Never again.

And Sasuke knows he can help. He might even be required to help.

He just needs to figure out how.

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Sakura awakes with a splitting headache and unbroken fury in her heart.

She needs to blow off some steam. She needs to get away.

She had three weeks before she's due in Suna, more than enough time for a mission.

Sakura had been serving as diplomatic envoy to Suna for a little over a year. It was decided in the early days following the war that greater cooperation between the Five Nations was needed. Sakura is well-liked everywhere, but particularly in Suna. Their leaders owe her their lives, the people give her their trust and adulation. She finds that moderating Sasuke and Naruto, then later Sai and Naruto, prepared her well for politics.

It's been wonderful. It's not that Sakura doesn't love the hospital, but she never wanted to be confined to one place. Ever since her first mission, her first steps outside the village, she'd loved seeing new places. She's getting that itch again. She can't wait.

Kakashi is shoulder deep in stacks of paperwork by the time she gets to his office at noon.

"How's it going your Lordship?"

Kakashi doesn't glance up, but sighs deeper into the pile. "Such a shame, you were always my most polite, adorable student."

"At least I'm still adorable." She hops on his desk, comfortable as can be, "So I need a favor."

"You and every single other person in this village."

"Anyone else in this village been bought like chattel recently?"

Kakashi props his head up with his elbow on the table and a hand under his chin, "Thankfully no."

"I want a mission."

"I see you're taking it well."

"I'm taking it amazingly, shut up. How well am I supposed to take this?" Sakura's shoulders slump and she stares at the ceiling. She feels tears coming on and she'll be damned if she angry-cries in the Hokage's office. Again.

"Have you guys talked about why?" he throws his hands up in ineffectual defence. "Not that it makes it right. Just asking. I can have him killed if you want, I've got a lot of pull these days."

"I don't care why."

"Of course you care."

"Fine, I can't care yet."

"Can't stay mad if he has a good reason."

"Exactly," she sighs. "I might take you up on the assassination thing. For now, can I just have a mission?"

"You're due in Suna-"

"Just a short one!" she implores him with her eyes, "I need to not be here right now. I need some space. I need-"

"Fine." Kakashi sifts through his drawer for a scroll and hands it to her. She unfolds her crossed legs and slides off his desk. This next part is a harder request.

"One more thing?" she tries not to twiddle her thumbs, "Can you get my house key back from Sasuke?"

Many questions enter Kakashi's head at this request. Perhaps they were further along in their budding relationship than he thought. They could both be such secretive brats. In a better moment he might have teased her about it, but instead, "He doesn't really need a key if he wants to get into your place."

"It's a symbolic thing," just like giving it to him had been.

It's so petty, but she can't seem to stop herself. She's still under the wave, waiting for it to crash on shore. The worst will come and she will be braced for it.

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"-Anyway, that's how I feel."

Naruto considers his friend. Sakura and Naruto's backs each rest on opposite arms of his couch. It's small, so their crossed legs bump up against each other. This is how all their serious talks go.

He rubs the back of his neck, "Geez, I'm sorry. Do I really do that?"

"...Yeah," she replies reluctantly, "I know you want to see the best in him, but I really needed you to be on my side here. You don't need to be mad-"

"Oh don't worry, I'm really mad."

"-But I don't need to hear 'he must have had his reasons'. Y'know?"

"Want me to beat the shit out of him?"

"Maybe."

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Sasuke goes through three phases: confusion, anger then right back around to his greatest hit.

The self loathing is sour and hot in his gut.

He takes her key off the ring and places it in Kakashi's palm. "Still think she'll get over it?"

"Don't give me that self-pity. I'm mad at you too." Then why is he smiling? His old teacher is possibly the most confusing person he's ever met. Kakashi waved him away. "Begone. I'll call you when I get intel."

.

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"Oh shit, I've gotta go. Mission." Sakura hops off the couch and leans down to kiss Naruto's cheek goodbye. "I'll see you in a bit."

"Bye Sakura!"

She opens the door to find Sasuke, hand raised to knock. "Oh."

Sasuke awkwardly avoids eye contact. "Uh, Naruto and I had training."

"What?! We did?" Naruto scrunches up his face, trying to remember, "Shit no, I'm not talking to you."

"Hn."

"Nope. I see no one. But if I did, I would tell them to go away."

"Naruto…" Sakura sighs.

"Sakura." She crosses her arms and tries not to think about the way he says her name.

"I have to go."

"Wait."

She stops cold. Not by choice. It's a grim reminder.

Sasuke had reached out a hand to grab her arm, but upon realizing what he's done, withdraws. "I'm… sorry. It wasn't my intention-"

Sakura starts to shake, she clenches her fists. The burning in her eyes returns, but this time she glares at the floor. "You have to tell me I can go."

He looks at her and she's reminded of the way he looked as a kid, angry and afraid because he couldn't protect everyone on his own. She shakes it off as best she can.

"...You're free to go."

She's gone the next moment.

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