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kkami-writes · 1 year

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Black Blood — chapter eight. a familiar face wc. 2.4k cw. dissociative moment in the beginning. references. all in dance practice / ta dance practice

This week had felt impossibly long, time dragging and stretching taut in the recesses of your mind. After the filming of fandom tour, the boys had gone straight back into practicing. Tomorrow they would be filming two performance videos and with the Asian Artist Awards right around the corner they were incessant on making sure everything was perfect.

Right now you were supposed to be working with Minho on dinner, the boy had agreed to let you help while simultaneously teaching you some tricks he had up his sleeve. It was a nice experience, getting some alone time with the one person you were supposed to be the same age as. Minho was a bit of an enigma however, his personality seemed to change on a dime. One minute he’ll be stoned face, seemingly uninterested before saying something rather unhinged. You could tell that he was still a little reserved around you, catching his cautious glances towards you. Still, Minho was interesting to say the least and you had made it your goal to get him to drop his guard around you more often.

You had planned on a quick shower before helping with dinner but you had found yourself stuck in front of the mirror, gazing into your rather lifeless eyes. Fingers grip almost desperately into the marble of the sink and it’s the only thing thats grounding you to reality right now. Your reflection flickers between the illusion you’ve been wearing for three weeks now, to your true form. But which one was the real you? You had hated your “human” form for the sole reason that you looked exactly how you did when you were alive. If you were honest, the last few weeks you had been pretending you were still alive, indulging in the fantasy for even just a second. Now that you practically lived in this form you had found yourself slipping, forgetting the fact that you are for all intents and purposes, dead.

But when you flicker to your “true” form, the one with blood red eyes and matching horns; sharp black fingernails and a swirling tail - you’re not sure if this is really you either. This had been you the moment you had been dropped into hell. This version of you hadn’t felt like you either, nor had your “angel” form. It constantly felt like you were a stranger in your own body, unsure of who you were anymore. You wonder if you had ever really known. Even when you were alive. You flicker back to the illusion, your eyes glazed over and lips parted, reflection starring blankly back at you.

Your head is fuzzy, a white noise ringing in your ears as the grasp you have on reality continues to slip from your fingers. It’s uncertain just how long you’ve been standing here, just staring at someone you don’t recognize in the mirror. A knock suddenly slams your consciousness back into your body, head whipping towards the door.

“Um, are you okay in there?” It’s Bangchan. “You’ve been in there for awhile,”

“Yeah. Sorry. I’m coming,” You turn the faucet on, cupping your hands to splash water onto your face. The cold water does nothing in terms of making you feel any better, patting the excess away with a towel before you finally exit the bathroom. Bangchan is still there, just waiting for you beyond the door. He has a concerned look on his face but you simply wave him off, making your way towards the kitchen.

“Sorry Minho, I’m here now. What do you want me to do?”

Minho notes the flat tone of your voice and when he turns towards you, you look rough. Your eyes are still slightly glossy and even though you’re facing him, he can tell you’re not quite looking at him. Not really.

“You can cut the vegetables,” He motions to where he has set up the cutting board. You nod in response, immediately getting to work and hope it’s enough to distract you. However Minho finds it strange. You’re usually at least a little talkative, asking him question after question in an attempt to get to know him. So to see you so devoid of anything, it’s a stark contrast to your normally sassy self.

He wants to ask what’s wrong or even reach out to place a comforting hand upon your shoulder. Minho hesitates. He’s not one of the clingier members, unlike Felix and Jisung who haven’t been shy about getting your attention, Minho isn’t sure how to go about it.

So he lets you be, constantly glancing over at you throughout the night.

Why they had decided on an old empty warehouse for the filming location had escaped you, but you weren’t in charge of that so that was neither here nor there. If you were honest you didn’t understand the baseball uniforms either but you were certainly not complaining. If your eyes wandered a little lower then usual, no one but yourself would know.

Everyone was gathered in the spacious room they would be filming in, the boys chilling off to the side while the camera crew was finishing setting up. Their stylist were checking them over for what felt like the third time, making sure everything was perfect. You noticed Felix talking with Jeongin and as your eyes glanced over the blonde you notice the slightly obvious dirt mark on his ass. You call out to him, motioning for him to come over. He obliges, waddling over to you and blinking up at you with those bright eyes.

“Turn around Lix,” He’s slightly confused but does so anyway. “Did you sit on the ground? You’re dirty dear,” It’s probably a little inappropriate but you can’t help yourself from teasing the boy as you pat the dirt off his bottom. Felix’s ears flush to your delight and you give him once last pat when you’re done. “There. Be careful, you’re wearing white. Don’t give your poor stylist a heart attack,” Felix just nods before fleeing and you watch him run off with a laugh falling from your lips.

With a final check on the camera equipment, it’s finally time for them to actually film the performance. If watching them during their dance practices had impressed you, it was nothing compared to actually watching them perform. Their precise movements and the way they effortlessly moved their bodies had amazed you. Even the ones who weren’t the strongest dancers were able to keep up and if you didn’t know any better you’d honestly think they were all professional dancers, not a bunch of idols.

Honestly they just continued to show you just how talented they were and it almost irritated you with how perfect they were. Of course, you knew they were far from perfect. You might have only been living with them for three weeks but it was enough to pick up on their strange habits. Of course you had only found them more endearing than anything.

They only need to do two takes of the dance before the producer deems it perfect, sending the boys on a lunch break before they needed to change into new outfits. You had gone off to find a coffee for yourself, literally anything that would give you any semblance of energy. It was only mid-day and you found yourself drifting off. You had to feed soon or you’d be feeling the consequences.

With two iced americanos (one for you and the other for the caffeine addict that is Hyunjin) you made your way back to the waiting room, only to be met by a firm chest. One of the coffees collide into your own chest, staining the white blouse you have on. You groan.

“Ugh, I really liked this shirt too,” You huff, using a hand to uselessly wipe away the liquid.

“You could easily clean the stain with magic,” The voice is familiar and you don’t even need to look up to know who it is. Yet you still find yourself shocked when you come face to face with the male in front of you. He looks the same as ever, long silver hair and a rather mischievous smile for an angel.

“Jeonghan? What on earth are you doing here?” You blink in disbelief, poking him in the chest to see if he was actually here and not just haunting you.

“Well, I was just assigned to this little group called Stray Kids. Apparently there’s a demon that’s been hanging around them. You wouldn’t happen to know anything about that, would you?” He says in that oh-so-smooth tone of his but you know him better than that and you can hear the underlying teasing mirth.

“Mm, weird. Don’t know ‘em” You shrug, raising an eyebrow. Jeonghan laughs, moving to ruffle your hair to which you swat at him, nose scrunching up in indignation. You will never admit how much you had actually missed the endearing gesture.

“I’ve missed you,”

You hum. “Yeah…haven’t seen you since-“ No words need to be said, he knows what you’re referring to. With a wave of his hand, Jeonghan clears the spilled iced americano off the floor. He points to the stain on your blouse.

“Gonna clean that?”

“You know, I actually think it adds more character,” Jeonghan looks at you pointedly and you stare back, not willing to back down.

“You can’t, can you?” It’s not a question and you both know it. “When is the last time you fed?” You shrug, looking away from the angel. “Hey” His voice is stern and it forces you to look back at him. There’s an uncharacteristically stern look painted on his face. You know he’s serious. “You have to remember that you’re in the human realm, you can’t get away with feeding every few months. The fact that you’re exhausted and can’t even do basic magic is proof of that. Promise me. Promise me you’ll feed soon,”

You let out a sigh, running your fingers through your hair. “Fine, fine. I promise,” You grumble out. Of course you’d never tell him that he was right, his ego was already big enough. It was true though. You didn’t want to think of what would happen if you didn’t feed soon.

“Good. Because I will not hesitate to call Seungcheol,” You cringe.

“You’re so overprotective still. You do know I’m not an angel anymore right? Won’t you get in trouble for even speaking to me? And if you’re the new guardian angel for stray kids, shouldn’t you be banishing me to hell?” This time it’s your turn to interrogate the male in front of you, eyes squinting and leaning into his space. He has the audacity to roll his eyes at you.

“First of all, what they don’t know wont hurt them. Secondly even angels don’t have the power to break these kinds of contracts,” He shrugs at that but you get the feeling he definitely knows much more than he’s letting on. “And you not being an angel never mattered to us, we still think of you like a little sister,”

You look away again, biting at the inside of your cheek. Jeonghan lets out his own sigh.

“I should get back, I should avoid being seen and I’ve been freezing time for too long now,” It’s then that you realize the angel has indeed stopped time, glancing around you.

“I hope you get in trouble,” You tease and he childishly sticks his tongue out at you. At that he vanishes in a quick beam of light, temporarily blinding you. When you look down you frown, the stain is still splattered across your chest.

Groaning, you walk towards the dressing room finding it empty. The boys probably already back in the area where they were going to film the second dance, having finished eating and changing. You need to find a shirt since you can’t clean the stain nor can you magic a new shirt but there’s nothing here except for the boys casual clothes and their baseball uniforms. Humming, thinking about your next move before shrugging and grabbing one of the uniform shirts. Not even bothering to check whose it is, you slip it on after throwing away your ruined blouse.

You make your way back to where everyone else is, not at all bothered at the fact that you’re just casually wearing one of the members shirt. They definitely notice though, eyes zeroed on you immediately once you walk through the door. Hyunjin is blinking at you in disbelief as you hand him his coffee.

“What are you wearing,” He asks bluntly, still looking at the shirt that you’re wearing. It’s slightly baggy on you, even after you tucked it into your pants.

“Oh, I spilled my coffee over my blouse so I had to change. There was nothing else and you guys had finished with these outfits so I figured it’d be fine,” You shrug as if it’s not that big of a deal. And to you, it isn’t. It’s just a shirt. But the boys can’t help but stare just a little, the thought of you in their clothes is at the forefront of their minds.

Their gazes linger on your form even as they move to start recording. This time there are lots of backup dancers, all of them getting in formation. Just like before you’re in slight awe of the boys, how well they move and easily stand out from their backup dancers.

In between takes the boys have finally stopped glancing at you, all except for Changbin. You can practically feel the heat of his stare, eyes flitting down to the shirt you’re wearing. It’s then you realize that it’s probably his. You’re unable to read his emotions but the slight darkness in his eyes leads you to believe that he quite likes the fact that you’re in his clothes.

And it’s true. It’s the only thing in his mind right now, your frame almost swallowed by the larger shirt. He shouldn’t feel this way. Why does his chest swell at seeing you in a shirt he had just worn a few hours ago? Why does he like the way it almost feels like it’s marked you as his? What with his name emblazened on your back. He has to push away these feeling, unable to unpack this jumble of emotions in the middle of filming.

Changbin has to adjust his pants just a little, actively avoiding looking in your direction now. He’ll have to message the group chat later because he certainly didn’t miss the look in his members eyes either.

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edgar-allan-possum · 5 months

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"The original submission had NONE of this info and only says that the character was from China. It didn't even have his name and this guy keeps complaining that people didn't read his mind and know exactly what he was talking about. Come off it, anon."

One this ask got answered very late and should have been up a long time ago (infact i thought it already had been but i looked and couldnt find it so whatever"

Two i shouldnt have had to explain every little detail to justify myself. My ask was about the problem of people assuming everyone is christian and that was inspired by seeing someone talk about xiao practicing religion the christian way, and i used him as an example because thats what inspired the ask.

And It was vague on purpose. genshin characters get talked about often here especially xiao or zhongli. I decided that the details of who the characters were was not necessary. And it shouldn't be. Why is christianity the fucking default for you people. Why do i need to write a fucking essay in order to convince you guys that he not christian? Why would i need to do that with any character especially if they are of a different race, born with a different culture, or in a different place than where Christianity originated? The character being from a region BASED ON china should have been enough. It takes no thought to understand a fictional place based solely on a real place would also include its religions and not ones from outside.

Thats my problem. Its that everyone thinks christianity is the default and no one has ever bothered to learn about other religions on a basic level.

If a character like that is christian then they are but there are so many characters like xiao that are so far from anything christian related that it's just ignorant to assume they would be. That any religious practices they would do are automatically christian.

What pissed me off was them saying "he would be religious" and then listing off christian religious practices. Like he isnt already religious and has his own practices. They just automatically assume that what he does (or is for that matter) isnt connected to any religion and that he would by default be christian.

You can't tell me shit like that isn't ignorant or downright offensive and racist.

What made me mad was people like you trying to defend that shit and making up excuses for why a character might be christian instead of just acknowledging that yeah a lot of people just assume this shit and its a problem and understanding not everyone is christian by default.

First, I want to include your original submission.

Your point, as far as I can see based on the wording here, is that a character from a country based on China cannot possibly be Christian. China actually has a Christian population that is facing genocide from their communist government. They've been there since the Tang Dynasty in the seventh century.

Second, "people like you". I don't play Genshin, don't know this character, and had no idea what your submission was about beyond claiming Chinese people can't be Christian. I understand that you are annoyed about people not doing research into Chinese religious practices for this character, but the majority of people will fall back on what they are familiar with when coming up with headcanons. It's not racist, they just aren't familiar with other cultures' practices and may not know where to start researching them.

Third, you may not feel that you had to provide details in the original submission, but you can't then also be angry that people didn't know what you were talking about. I believe you have mentioned that Xiao is some sort of religious leader? If your submission had been about people headcanoning a character who is a devout member of a specific religion as a different one (which seems to be the actual issue), then I probably would have agreed with you somewhat, even if I still don't see it as worth getting so worked up about.

Lastly, Christianity was not founded in America. It is a Mediterranean religion.

#long post #longpost #asks

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tacittherapist · 3 months

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TT: Tell me if this is everything. You've betrayed and been betrayed; you're beaten, but not broken; you've learned everything except that which you need to know; and you're still grasping about for purpose. Is that all of it?

CA: wwhat the fuck are you talkin about CA: i havvent said a single wword to you yet CA: you literally just told me to sit dowwn here and started sayin that nonsense like you knoww me

TT: Oh, but I do, Eridan Ampora. I know you very well.

CA: alright usin my full name aint sellin the mystic seer shit as wwell as you think it is so can wwe drop the esoteric pretense an actually talk

TT: Fine. What's on your mind? Or, pan, I suppose.

CA: look it aint impressivve that you knoww alternian lingo

TT: Do you think I'm trying to impress you?

CA: yeah wwhat other reason could you havve for layin it on thick like this

TT: Have you considered the idea that I'm trying to set a more relatable tone by using terms familiar to you?

CA: wwhy wwould you do that

TT: Generally, therapists need to find a common thread with their patients. Otherwise, there's no connection and the therapy falls flat. How can one offer advice or empathy to a stranger without some modicum of shared experience?

CA: no wwonder youre all such blowwhards CA: psychiatractors in alternia wwould just scoop your pan right out of your skull an wwash out all the impurities

TT: I'm sorry, did you say 'psychia-tractors'?

CA: yeah from the wword psyche that means mind an tractor that means one wwho movves

TT: Understood. Continue.

CA: so you just bought the wwhole pan scoopin thing huh? no questions about howw they could possibly sevver the grey matter an somehoww wwash it all wwithout killin the person?

TT: I'm not here to question your long-dead culture. I'm here to help you examine your motives and behavior.

CA: ok wwell anywway CA: i dont evven knoww wwhy im botherin wwith this CA: seems like an huge wwaste a time

TT: You're dead, Eridan. You have all the time left in the universe.

CA: i knoww that you blitherin ninny i wwas talkin about howw you havve no real qualifications nor expertise

TT: As far as you know. But despite your presumptions, you remain stuck here, at least until the bubbles change. So why not try to make this dream a productive one?

CA: you dont mean productivve like t-

TT: I don't mean productive like that, thanks for asking.

CA: okay just makin sure CA: thanks for not chewwin me out for askin i guess CA: a lot of people seem to havve this misconception about me that wway

TT: I can't possibly imagine why.

CA: sigh wwell i guess if wwere really doin this CA: i didnt havve a lot a friends as a wwiggler...

TT: Let's pause. Could you speak to me in the second person, please?

CA: wwhat

TT: Second person perspective. Refer to yourself as 'you', as you narrate your story.

CA: thats so fuckin wweird but wwhatevver CA: you didnt havve many friends as a wwiggler...

#tacitTherapy: Eridan

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luxwritings · 2 years

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Heyy, I hope you’re doing well!

I really liked your “monster trio reacting to making you cry” and I would like to request a similar scenario with the bucci gang. (If that’s too many people then just Abbacchio, narancia, Bruno and mista) thankss 🥰

I gotchu eventhough this reply is a year and a half late

Abbacchio, Narancia, Bruno, and Mista reaction to making you cry

Reader: g/n

Abbacchio

One of those guys that really wouldn’t mean to make it on purpose, but because of his semi-harsh tone theres one time where it does it hard enough for it to make you cry. His voice is deep and rough, and paired with his little attitude he can give sometimes, shit can hurt.

So when you and the rest of the bucci gang are sitting together, and you ask a question where.. the answer mightve been obvious.. Abbacchio’s tone and voice made him come off as rude and annoyed as he answered your question in front of everyone else. Thankfully, no one really batted an eye since they’re used to him being that way sometimes, but as his significant other you are used to getting a soft treatment.

You began to overthink this, and you excuse yourself from where him and the rest of the bucci gang is sitting to be alone for a while. Abbacchio however, can read you like an open book, and knows right away something is wrong. The second you stand up to leave, he is right behind you.

“Why do you want to be alone, mi amore? Whos bothering you? Mista?” he asks, while you two reach privacy

You smile a bit, “You are”

He gives you a confused look, and silently waits for you to continue

“I dont know..” Your voice begins to crack as you try to communicate the pain, “Maybe I misread your tone, but earlier, when I asked kinda a dumb question, you responded a bit rudely”

As he listens, your tears flow and you cant help but to feel a bit pathetic.

But, you feel that familiar hand on your head that stops you in your tracks of crying for a second. You look up, and Abbacchio is lightly petting your hair. He opens his mouth to speak and says, “Don’t cry. I know I can be an asshole sometimes, I’ll be more careful, okay? I’m sorry I didn’t realize…”

You smile in response, and he continues in his serious voice, “No more tears, I’ll make it all better, I promise.”

“Yes,” you pout jokingly, “Make it all better.. pat my head more.”

He chuckles in response, “No but seriously, I’m sorry mi amore”

Narancia

I would just have to say that Narancia making you cry must be done physically because lord I can barely imagine him saying something hurtful to his s/o even on accident

Its a normal afternoon, and you and Narancia are doing you and Narancia things, also known as being overly energetic at random times in the day. What does today bring? Wrestling match.

Its usually very playful with him, and many of the rest of the bucci gang is around doing their own thing as Narancia is struggling to pin you on the floor and count to three. However, you dont go down without a fight, so there is a LOT of resistance on your end. This definitely causes issues.

In the mess of limbs and fighting noises, Narancia’s fist clashes with your lip in attempt to move his hand to pin your wrist. Your hand flies to your mouth and you back out a bit, stunned. The tears in your eyes begin to brood, but you tried to keep it in.

“Owww Narancia!!” But, your voice cracks, and somehow some tears escape your eyes. The embarrassment pushed you to the edge to let the crying release, especially since you and Narancia weren’t alone.

“What happened??” Mista shouts from the other room from all the commotion.

“N-Nothing!” and Narancia begins to slightly freak out, and his eyes automatically turn back to you in panic. “Y/n! I’m sorry!! Don’t cry!!”

But your hand is still over your lip, and youre sure theres blood thats began to come out. Narancia reaches over and gently removes your hand, wishing to look at where he hit you.

And surely, there is a bit of blood he sees. He gasps at the sight, “Does it hurt?!”

You cock your head a bit, “Yeah, a little.”, ending with a sniffle from your continued crying-runny-nose.

Though, he continues to look extremely concerned, and its quite cute, but you dont want him to overly worry. “That means you got a foul and you lose, though”, you grin widely

If theres one thing about Narancia, its that your smile is absolutely contagious to him, just as much as his is to you. So as you can imagine, he grins, really big, “Well, thats okay, you can punch me and we’ll be even.” he says, gloatingly.

You shake your head, reaching to wrap your arms around him, as he reciprocates. You tumble over holding each other laying down, room filled with laughter.

Bruno

It genuinely feels impossible to think of a scenario where Bruno could make you cry

But the thing about Bruno is like, he can get pretty invested in his gang, rightfully so. I mean, he is a father of 5.

Bruno really doesn’t like to get you included in all of the gangs details, like as in violence, missions, etc. His main priority is protecting you from harmful things, and he believes that having you included in his work is one of them. That also means that.. theres days with no message from Bruno. Theres nights on end where you are lonely because he isn’t there, hes working.

On one certain night, you decide to dial his cell and call him from home. Your hands shook, pressing each number, as you were already crying at the sight of your empty living space you came home to once again.

The phone rings, and stops. “Bruno.”

“Yes?”

“You are never here, and you’re always vague about whats going on and what you’re doing.”

He’s silent, so you continue. “I feel neglected.” you sniffle, “For the last few days, I’ve been falling asleep alone and I don’t even get informed on why you’re even gone because of your gang.”

You hear a small sigh on the phone, “I know. I need 20 minutes, I must finish something and I’ll be home. I’m sorry.”

“Okay.” you say in response, quite sadly still.

“Y/N. I know you are crying. I don’t want you to cry, but I understand why you are.”

“I get your work, it’s just, I miss you. I’m not mad or anything.”

Another moment of silence passes, where Bruno momentarily thinks for the best solution to keep you satisfied. “How about I shift all of my responsibilities on Giorno for the next few weeks and we can spend time together, okay?

“Okay!” you say, more excitedly this time. Its obvious your mood has lifted up, extremely thankful for Bruno. “Oh.. and.. when you come home, can we watch TV?”

“Of course my darling”

Overall pretty easy to be soothed by Bruno, especially since his demeanor is just calming and he never tries to have malicious intentions with you, so theres a lot of trust there.

Mista

I feel like he’d probably say some stupid shit during an argument that would push you to the edge of making you cry. I’m not tryna be angsty here but… that just makes sense to me. So I’ll twist my idea a bit (if yall are interested in a separate more angsty piece that regards mista and y/n arguing however ..)

You and Mista do bicker a lot, and its usually very jokingly in a way that you guys just like to fake argue and be silly. However, on moody days, things can get out of hand, and out of hand fast.

Mista didnt realize that you werent up to any sort of jokes like that today, so when he makes a comment on something you were insecure about today through a punchline, it does not tickle your funny bone. (had to slide in a white phrase)

Mista overall is quite sensitive in the sense that hes very aware of things that can hurt you. But man, the moment you gave him that death stare in response to his joke, he knows he fucked up… But, before he can open his mouth to speak, the waterworks begin. You did have a moody day, after all.

“H-hey…”, He approaches you closer, taken aback by a reaction he certainly did not expect. “I didn’t really mean it, okay?! I was just joking.”

“But you know I’m not feeling well!”

“I didn’t know! I’m sorry for making you cry babe..”

Your voice softens as you whine his name, and his tone reflects yours, “Dont cry.. okay?”

You slightly nod, looking up at him. As your eyes meet, he suddenly pulls you into a bone-crushing hug, rocking your bodies together back and forth.

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lubdubsworld · 3 years

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Change of Heart ( Taehyungx OC)

Pairing : Taehyung x OC Werewolf AU!!

Genre : Romance, Explicit Content.

Warnings : None. ( Some mild violence but mostly off screen ) werewolf sex, ruts, knotting etc

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3/ Chapter 4

[ Summary :

Times are changing.

After years of being oppressed, werewolves are taking a stand against humans , demanding equal rights and fair treatment. Heading the movement is Kim Taehyung, the breathtaking heir to the Kim fortune and one of the few remaining Alpha werewolves in the country. His disdain for the human race is well known and well warranted. They killed his family after all…..

He wants to change the world , to put humans in their place but when his five year old daughter takes a shine to their very human neighbor , maybe he has to start with a change of heart , first. ]

Chapter 5

I found myself breathing through my nose, woozy and incoherent as the doctor fussed over me.

“This is looking pretty damn bad, Dr. Jeon...” He was muttering while Jungkook sat next to me gripping my hands. My throat went dry at the words, fear making my heart jackrabbit against my ribs.

“The bullet’s hit pretty close to artery near the clavicle, she’s lost a whole lot of blood. “

“Seo Joon’s going to prison for this... “ Jungkook swore, stroking my palm as I tried to stay conscious.

“Tell me I don’t have to stay in the hospital for a long time...” I begged, desperate.

Jungkook rolled his eyes.

“You got shot... It’s not a playground scrape, Mirae....” Jungkook sounded exhausted.

I nodded.

“ Whats going on with my father? Seo Joon was pissed off about something with my father....” I said, remembering the reason the wolf had been so pissed in the first place.

“We’ll talk about this later- You need to rest and-”

“Just tell me damn it!!”

Jungkook sighed.

“Your father got called out for trying to sabotage the vaccine drive going on on the island and he played the whole, ‘ why would I sabotage something my daughter helped make...’ card on TV. It’s had an effect....”

I swallowed.

“What do you mean by effect?”

Jungkook looked a little angry now.

“Can’t we talk about this tomorrow...you’re bleeding and hurt ...you need to fucking rest...”

“What’s going on...?” I demanded.

“The weres don’t want the vaccine anymore. They think...well they think you may have tampered with it....” He looked uncomfortable and I couldn’t comprehend what I’d just heard.

I stared at him, my jaw going slack in shock.

“I’m not.... I have nothing to do with the vaccine...that is so far above my paygrade..I’m a lab tech..... what even-” I was too outraged to even think clearly.

“People don’t know that, Rae. All they know is that they have always associated your father with bringing harm to the were community and somehow his daughter is here working on something that has the potential to both hurt and heal.....”

I bit my lips.

“He’s not even my real father.” I choked out.

Jungkook looked surprised at that.

“What?”

“It’s true. He adopted me because he raped my mom and she fucking killed herself over it. I was eight years old at the time and the bastard did not want any loose ends...” The words came out , bitter and edged with anger but it was an old hurt. An old rage that had long faded into a blunt sort of ache. I had been so young. Too young to fully comprehend

Jungkook looked completely stunned.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry....”

“He wanted me to marry one of his anti-were associates . That's literally all he raised me for. When I refused , he cut me off completely. I’ve literally been on my own for years now and my job is the only thing keeping me from dying on the streets....”

I hissed when the nurse touched my shoulder , the physical agony of my shoulder somehow intensifying as the nurse moved to finish dressing the wound. I would have to wear a sling next but I couldn’t even fathom moving, let alone sitting up for that ordeal.

The nurse gave me a slight smile.

“Your ribs are bruised again , this time its going to take longer to heal because one of them actually has a hair line fracture.”

Great. That explained the woozy breathlessness.

“It doesn’t hurt much...” I said confused.

“That’s because you’re on enough drugs to fell a horse...I’m actually surprised you’re still conscious.” Jungkook shook his head.

“It’s just the adrenaline...that and the fear of being fired.” I muttered.

Jungkook laughed a little at that.

“Don’t worry about anything. Just rest for a while and we’ll talk tomorrow , yeah?”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I woke up to fingers in my hair, soft and gentle.

My eyes fluttered open and I felt my breath catch when I saw who it was.

“Yuggie ??” I croaked out, my brother’s face coming into focus as I blinked back exhaustion.

“Welcome to the land of the living...” He said softly, keeping his fingers on my hair, stroking the strands back gently.

“What..... how did you get here so soon?” I whispered.

“You’ve been out for forty hours, baby....” He laughed a little and I blinked,

“I....I got hurt.” I whispered bleakly. My shoulder was still throbbing and the pain in my rib was now a bit more prominent. I took a deep shuddering breath.

“I’m glad you’re here.... “ I whispered, lifting shaky hands to hold his face.

“Dad called me. He wants you to come back home.”

I felt my entire body going cold, hands going clammy at once.

“That’s not going to happen.” I said sharply and Yugyeom looked worried.

“He’s really upset , Rae. Kim Taehyung winning the election was not a part of his plan and he’s desperate to try and cover his ass before he gets carted off to prison.”

I blinked at that.

“what do you mean by prison?”

“We can’t talk about this here. He’s not allowed on the island. None of his cohorts are. So he’s been trying to get you transferred to a hospital in Seoul. Jeongguk was the one who called me. They’re holding off on the transfer but ....you know how dad gets.”

I felt my head pound .

“What does he want me for?” I whispered in disbelief.

“I’m not sure. But I think you should at least go see him and find out what it is that he wants.”

I shook my head .

“I’m not going anywhere near him, I’m-”

The door swung open and I found myself jerking in surprise, the movement jostling my ribs and making me wince. I felt my eyes widen when I saw who it was, fingers scrambling to grab Yugyeom .

“Dad...” He whispered, sounding terrified and I felt that familiar jolt of sickening fear .

“There she is.... my precious little one.” My father’s eyes held no emotion as he stared at me, lips curled in a perfect smile. He looked so much like a good guy that it was nauseating.

I took a deep shuddering breath.

“the management here is terrible. I had to petition the fucking courts to get a permit to visit my own daughter.” He shook his head as he made his way over and I lurched away instinctively.

“I’m taking you home now. Bout time you came back to me.” He smiled, chillingly and I shook my head.

“No...thats not going to happen. I’m an adult, you cannot force me to...”

“You are my daughter. And you will be my daughter till you live. Cha Eun woo is still single. He’s looking for a wife and you were promised to him a long, long time ago. “

“Dad.... she’s fucking hurt...she got shot like three days ago can you not do this right now...” Yugyeon had stood up, reaching out to actually shove my father away and he looked surprised for a second.

He gave Yugyeom a glare but my brother didn’t back down, towering over my father easily.

“Forgive me. I didn’t mean to sound insensitive but it just worries me that my only daughter is choosing to stay in an island full of beasts and getting mauled quite often . Isn’t this the second time you got attacked in that same cabin, by wolves?”

“that doesn’t mean you can just offer me as a gift to one of your buddies.” I hissed.

“He’s one of the richest men in Seoul....you should be on your knees thanking me for letting you so much as breathe near him.”

“Isn’t he a werewolf?” Yugyeom frowned in confusion.

My father shrugged.

“I’ve since learned that your sister has a preference for them. Well if she’s going to spread her legs for an animal, better an animal I happen to hold the leash to....” He stared down at me with calculated cruelty.

The crude words made nausea rise up in my throat and I almost dry heaved.

“You’re not pimping me out to serve your own selfish purposes.” I shook my head.

“He’s here. Outside. He’s going to stay here and he’s going to bring you back to his apartment in Seoul and you’re going to stay there with him. End of discussion. Yeom, I want you to come back to Seoul with me now. “

Yugyeom looked torn as he stared at me and I bit my lips. Yugyeom was still a kid, still in college. He couldn’t afford to antagonize my father.

“I’ll be fine. Go ahead.” I smiled.

“I’ll send Eun Woo in.... “ My father nodded at me and then sighed. “ contrary to what you think, I don’t want you to hurt. I’m offering you a good life. Marry the fellow and spend your days lounging around in luxury. Thats hardly a punishment now, is it?”

I turned my head away in disgust.

Less than two minutes after he left, I felt a hand on my arm and I jolted.

“Mi Rae ssi.... I’m Eun Woo.”

I glared at the man in front of me, barely looking at him.

“I have no interest in being your wife.”

He looked bored at my outburst.

“I have no interest in indulging your interests. Your father is paying me handsomely to take you off his hands and that's all I’m doing. If you happen to be good at taking my knot, that's just gonna be a pleasurable bonus?” He pressed a thumb to my lips, stroking the skin in an almost gentle caress. .

A knock on the door made him pull away and I glanced up, relief flooding me when I saw it was Jungkook.

“She’s going to have to rest now, Mr. Cha. Her father told me that he’s arranging her transfer to Seoul but that's going to have to wait for tomorrow at least. “ He was staring at the beta with narrowed eyes and Eun Woo bowed lightly.

He shot me one leering glance before walking out casually.

“So...fiancee huh? You’ve been holding out on me...” Jungkook whispered thoughtfully and I flinched.

“Didn’t know he existed till five minutes ago..” I muttered.

“Are you in trouble, Rae?” Jungkook looked worried and I hesitated, before shaking my head.

“I’ll be fine. I can handle him. I just hate the thought of having to leave the preserve... even if its temporary. But I don’t want to annoy my dad right now... He’s... He can be irrational and i don’t want him to take it out on the Preserve and do something harmful to the research program itself , just to be petty.”

It was exactly the kind of thing he would do, too. My shoulder still had a lot of healing to do and it was unlikely that Cha Eun Woo would actually hurt me , at least till i got better. My dad, for all his anger was still rabidly protective of what he considered his. And i was definitely high on that list.

“So you’re going then?”

I caught the hint of disappointment in Jungkook’s tone.

“Aww....is my poor Jungkookie gonna miss me? If I weren’t sporting a broken rib and a messed up shoulder, I’d definitely, at least give you a handjob…” I waggled my eyebrows.

Predictably, his eyes went wide , lips tinged fire engine red in a second.

“Wha- Shut the fuck up, noona” He whined and I laughed.

And then I sobered up when he sat next to me, linking his fingers with mine .

“I’m serious, Jungkook. I’m gonna be just fine. My dad’s upto something. If I stick close, I can at least figure out what he’s planning. I don’t want him to hurt you guys.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Right little firecracker his daughter is. So fucking pretty and man, those lips. I’d like to take a drink from that....” Cha Eun Woo gripped the shot glass hard, throwing back the whiskey with practiced ease.

Taehyung struggled to keep his features neutral.

“ Yoon Jae hyun’s daughter? From the preserve?” He had meant to sound casual but he sounded like he was being strangled.

Eun Woo hummed.

“ Yeah....Her name is... Mirin....no wait ? Lirae? Mirae? ….. whatever. Poor thing. Apparently she has a tendency to get mauled by wolves too often. She was in bad shape when i saw her. “

Taehyung felt his heart lurch at that. He had wanted nothing more than to sink his jaws into Seo Joon’s throat, when he’d heard what had happened. If it weren’t for his abysmally packed schedule he would have rushed there as soon as he could.

As it was he had talked to a few of his acquaintances who were in prison. Seo Joon was going to go to prison and he wasn’t going to be coming out alive.

“So, she just.,...agreed to marry you then?”

“Not like she had a choice. The old man is going senile. Dude really thinks he stands a chance with his whole Reform Camps proposition. Wants to put weres in concentration camps.... What the fuck, are we in the middle ages..? He also thinks that betas are naturally resentful of Alphas or some shit. Kept feeding me crap about how you alphas want to subjugate the rest of us. Of course the fucker’s feeding into my Hotels and resorts so i just nodded along and agreed to his shit. Next thing I know he’s offering me his daughter in return to me being an ally in his campaign.. Figured I’d agree. See if i could get some inside dirt on him. I know you’ve been trying to bring him down for years, Tae...” Eun Woo gave him a reassuring smile.

Taehyung felt a jolt of pride for the beta. Cha Eun woo had been a close friend of his from childhood and he knew he would never betray their kind. He had worked hard to earn his position as one of the biggest tech moguls in the country and he stayed true to his roots. Taehyung liked Eun Woo.

Admired him even....

But the idea of him touching Mirae.....

His claws nearly popped out at the mere thought of it.

“And well if I get to fuck a nice little human bitch in the process, so be it right Taeh- Fuck!! “ Eun Woo jumped when Taehyung’s claw popped right out, shattering the beer mug in his hand and spraying both of them with the frothy liquid.

“Fuck...” Taehyung groaned and to his utter horror his fangs had dropped as well, his words slurring around the lengthened canines and he felt embarrassment flood his face. . When was the last time he’d popped a fanger in the middle of a fucking conversation....not since he’d been through puberty.

“Uh...you okay, pal?” Eun Woo looked worried now, beta eyes flashing green as he stared at him and Taehyung waved him off.

“Be uh... Be careful with the daughter.” He muttered , trying to sound nonchalant.

Eun Woo just waved him off.

“Whatever , I know the type Tae. Likes a good, feral fuck from a wolf that knows how to give it to her good, you know?. Could smell her all over the alpha doctor who works there... Jungkook was it? Yeah... Girl gets around a lot, i could tell. And you can just tell that she’s going to be so fucking tight when you knot her you know, i mean human bitches always are but those hips just look like they-” Eun Woo stopped, stunned when Taehyung suddenly shoved the table away from him, hard. The older gripped the table and stood up on shaky limbs.

“ I need to get going...” Taehyung fought the urge to shift, his wolf warring inside him, snarling at him to shift and leap across the table and devour the man across from them. To lock his fangs on the beta’s throat and rip his jugular out.

He’s threatening our mate...... He’s talking about what is ours....

The voice in his head was so clear and concise that he nearly blacked out at the very force of it.

Eun Woo was saying something behind him but Taehyung was moving swiftly , stumbling to the bar where Jimin was taking one of the shifts.

“I need to go home...” Taehyung choked out. “ Call....fuck... Call my chauffeur.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Pre rut symptoms....are you fucking serious...?” Taehyung growled at the doctor taking his vitals. the man, long used to Taehyung’s intimidatingly deep voice, merely hummed. The man had been one of his father’s dearest friends. And one of Taehyung’s most trusted confidantes.

“You’re body believes you mate is around. A mate you haven’t yet claimed. It’s reacting to it.”

Next to him Ji hyun was looking disturbingly excited.

“It’s not you.” Taehyung snapped at the tall woman who recoiled in shock. Taehyung felt momentarily bad but the truth was he had been trying to break up with Ji hyun for a month now. The model was just so shamelessly clingy it was getting to him. and he most certainly did not want her around if he was going into rut.

What he wanted was a luscious, chestnut-haired human with ebony eyes and a scent like heaven.

Fuck... he was burning up and his skin felt like it was stretched thin.

“You need to leave Ji hyun. I want to talk to the doctor alone.” He demanded and the were bowed, moving out of the room quickly. Taehyung turned back to the doctor.

“So what do I do?” He demanded. “ I don’t.... my mate died two years ago. “

The doctor sighed.

“She was not your mate. I told you that already. She tricked you. She was wearing your mate’s scent but it wasn’t hers...” The doctor shook his head.

Taehyung growled.

“I fucking know that..... And I’m gonna fucking bury Yoon Jae hyun into the ground for what he did to me..... But I need to have my senses about me if I want to do that...Him and his entire drug cartel is coming down.....But. That's not gonna happen if i go into fucking rut now.. so close to me taking over office. So tell me how to fix this. “

“Who is the girl?” The doctor said casually.

“What?”

“the girl who smells like your wife. Like your mate. Who is she?”

Taehyung sighed.

“Its Yoon Jae hyun’s daughter.” He muttered.

Dr. Lee’s eyebrows shot straight up to his hairline.

“Oh no... do you think he .... again?”

Taehyung shook his head. He had distanced himself entirely from Mirae just to make sure he wasn’t being pulled into another fucking trap. But so far , from what he learned, the drug did not work on humans. There was no way a human’s scent could be manipulated to fool his wolf.

And that meant that it wasn’t a trap at all.

His wolf really did find a mate in a fucking human of all things.

God, he couldn’t believe the sheer irony of this.

“it doesn’t work on humans. It is her scent. She’s... She’s the one I want.... “ He groaned.

The doctor chuckled.

“ You mean, she’s the one your wolf wants?”

Taehyung frowned.

“Isn’t that what i said?”

“No, you said she’s the one you want and it makes me wonder.....do you perhaps....care for the girl?”

Taehyung shook his head swiftly.

“I barely know her...she...she used to look after Luna. “ He finished.

“Luna...? Interesting. “ The man’s words carried a hint of amusement and Taehyung felt his hackles rise.

“ What does that tone mean?”

“I’m just saying.... You don’t let people watch Luna that easily. You’re fiercely protective of your daughter. If you let this girl watch her, you must trust her at least.”

Taehyung sighed.

“I.. of course i trust her …. she’s a good girl. A good....person...”

“ I would suggest spending your rut with her. Claiming her if she’s interested. With you being you, I doubt she’s going to refuse.” The older man’s eyes fairly twinkled,

“I’m not knotting her when I’m on my fucking rut …” He snapped. “ I’ll likely break her in two. “

The doctor chuckled.

“It wouldn’t be a very pleasant experience for her, yes. But ….there's no reason why you can’t make it enjoyable for her. “ His tone turned gentle and more serious. “ Listen to me Taehyung-ah...… There is a reason wolves mate for life. We are not meant to be alone. If your wolf has found a mate, he’s not going to let you function till you claim her. That's just the way our body’s are built. You need to talk to her. Make some sort of arrangement. You have three weeks at the most before your rut hits and trust me you don’t want to be alone when that happens. “

Taehyung felt his insides churn at the prospect.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“No fucking shit.... You couldn’t have just told me that instead of letting me mouth off about her like that ? “ Eun Woo groaned , watching Taehyung with guilty eyes.

Taehyung brushed him off.

“It’s fine. I just.... can you just...keep her at your place till she gets better. I’m ...not in a good headspace right now and i don’t want to hurt her. she needs to recover.”

Eun Woo nodded.

“The doctor says three weeks and she’ll be fine. I’m a bit busy myself so I’ll just arrange for her brother to pick her up. Her dad’s busy meeting some suppliers. I sent the details to your men.... Did they get it?”

Taehyung nodded.

“The guy’s a bigger idiot than i thought. He’s actually met a few of these dealers himself. We just need one of them to ID him and he’s going to get locked up for life.”

Eun Woo nodded.

“Everything by the book, Tae. We stick to the laws....no bloodshed without cause and no one gets hurt. He likes to hide behind the fucking law when he’s trying to destroy our entire species , we’re gonna use that same ;law to rail him to the ground .”

Taehyung grinned.

“ Not just on the ground, Eun Woo. I’m gonna be putting him six feet under.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The recovery from my shoulder was surprisingly easy compared to the bruise on my ribs. Movement was difficult and it definitely hurt but my pain threshold had definitely gone up. It helped that Cha Eun Woo had stayed away from me and Yugyeom was on a three week break . We crashed out at his apartment and It was like being a kid again.

We spent the days lounging by the indoor pool or playing video games. Yugyeom was a great cook and he liked cooking.

Two and a half weeks after I had moved in, I was finally out of the sling. The physiotherapist visited me at the apartment and after making me move my hands well, she gave the go ahead to start my normal routine ahead.

“I still want you to take it easy. Your ribs are healed and so is your shoulder but no roughhousing.... I’m only saying that because i know how it is i when siblings live together.” She smiled and I laughed, nodding.

“I’ll make sure she’s resting well, noona.” Yugyeom said seriously.

I closed the door as the doctor left, smiling as I watched Yugyeom trip over my sling on the couch, when the doorbell rang again.

Surprised , I turned back tot he door.

“ Did you forget something, Unnie-?” I froze in shock.

Kim Taehyung stood leaning against the wall, looking like he had run all the way from his home across the city.

“Taehyung-ssi?” I stammered out, taking in the untucked shirt, sweat drenched hair and flashing red eyes .

“I’m.... I fucked up.” He whispered, eyes fluttering shut. It took me a second to realize that he was falling and instinct made throw myself under him, holding my hands out to catch him.

Pain shot straight up my shoulder as it took the entire brunt of his weight. The pain only lasted a second though, because Yugyeom was shoving me out of the way and grabbing the taller alpha by the waist.

“Holy shit....is this Kim Taehyung?” He looked awestruck as he stared at him and I felt my heart race. Taehyung seemed conscious but his breathing was raspy.

I pressed my palm against his cheek and his eyes fluttered open .

“I’m... I need you.” Taehyung growled right at me.

Yugyeom froze next to me and I felt my throat go dry.

“I... sorry?” I squeaked out.

“You...need you....under me... fuck...”

“What the fuck, Rae?” Yugyeom hissed , face turning red as he tried to maneuver the alpha werewolf to the couch .

I stayed frozen, having no idea what the fuck was going on.

Taehyung scrambled to a sitting position on the couch, gripping the cusions and he was paniting, his eyes wild as he stared right at me.

“Mine.” His voice was ten times deeper than usual, fairly vibrating with power and Yugyeom went completely still. He was shaking as he reached for me, the terror evident in his face.

“Oh, shit... Rae...is he....? Fuck , is he -” My little brother sounded terrified and I pulled him behind me.

Taehyung’s eyes flashed red again and then they shifted to my brother. His gaze narrowed and his mouth opened.

There was a split second when I knew exactly what was going to happen and I whirled around , grabbing Yugyeom and shoving him straight into the hallway leading to the front door.

“ YUGGIE, RUN!!!” I screamed with all my might, and behind me Taehyung let out a vicious growl, pouncing across the room at my brother. Yugyeom managed to avoid him by a hairsbreadth and instinct made him move faster to the door but he stopped near the door looking terrified but torn.

“ Rae...come with me,...come...”

I stared at the alpha on the floor, my heart racing.

Taehyung was clearly fighting against the wolf in him, trying to stay down, on his knees, fingers gripping the carpet to ground himself but the little growls that he let out told me that it was a fight he wasn’t winning. He looked up at me and there was so much pain and contrition in his gaze that I felt my heart break.

“I’m...sorry...” Taehyung gasped out eyes fluttering shut. He was panting harder now, fingers clenched into fists around the carpet and voice ragged. i looked up at my baby brother and he looked so young and scared that I couldn’t stand it.

“Its okay.... just go... I’ll be fine...he won’t hurt me... Just go...” I whispered desperately and Yugyeom shook his head.

“No... No... you’ve got to come with me... Rae...Noona....”

He never called me noona. I realized just how scared he was and tried to comfort him, but wary of going near him, lest Taehyung attack him again.

“Yugyeom listen to me carefully. He’s on his rut. He’s not gonna hurt me, he just thinks I’m his mate. If you stay here he’s going to see you as a threat, so you need to leave..If I come with you he will hunt us down....I’ll be fine. I can take care of myself. You just need to go.”

Yugyeom nodded, moving to the door and I turned back, feeling my stomach clench when Taehyung’s claws came out, tearing through our rug with ease.

I heard the door shut behind me and I stayed perfectly still.

Taehyung was still trembling and he finally looked up at me. Now that we were alone he was distinctly calmer.

“I shouldn’t have come here.” He rasped out.

I nodded.

“So why did you?” I asked, staring at him as he stumbled to his feet.

“You smell ....fuck you just smell like. ....like...”

“Like your wife, yes.” I muttered . “ So you want me to be stand in for your wife tonight?”

Taehyung’s eyes shot up to stare at me.

“My wife .... she worked for your father.” He choked out.

I straed at him, the blood running cold in my veins.

“What?”

“Your father hired her.... to get rid of me. She... used a drug . A drug that confuses a wolf’s senses. Makes the wolf think he’s found his mate. Wolves cannot hurt or live without their mates. Its important to us. She...She got pregnant on the night we mated and by the time I found out she was already carrying Luna and there was nothing I could do....I couldn’t...it wasn’t even a fucking bond.... I couldn’t sense her...couldn’t feel her...couldn’t muster any kind of affection for her but ... but she was carrying my baby and I just couldn’t bring myself to send her away......”

“Taehyung...” I whispered, remembering how Luna had talked about her father not liking her mother.

“Its not natural for a wolf my age to be without a mate. But ....that scent ....I... I never picked up on it with anyone else till I... “ He sighed.

“Till you met me.”

“Till I met you.”

I stared at the floor.

“I’m not.... I’m not actually in rut yet. It’s still a day or so away. i didn’t want to come here but.... I’m supposed to be taking over the office in three days. When I do, I can finally use my position to bring your father down. He is using his drug dealers and suppliers to mess with our biology and its ...something sacred to us. Wolves mate for life and to make a wolf doubt his ability to choose his mate is the worst kind of sacrilege.....”

“What do you want me to do?”

He stared at me....

“If I go into rut and I don’t have.... my mate ...it’s going to fuck me up. I don’t wanna go into the gory details but I most certainly will not be able to take over the office. ” He laughed without mirth.

There was nothing else to be said , was there?

“You have no right..... asking me to do this.....” I whispered , angry .

“I know.... I know and if you say no, I will walk out this door and you will never see me again.”

I laughed.

“I think you came here because you knew. “

He didn’t respond.

“You fucking knew I wouldn’t be able to say no to you. “

His gaze was steady as he stared at me.

“I’ll take care of you.... I won’t...this isn’t a one night stand or a no strings attached thing, Rae..... You will be mine. I’ll be yours. “

“And yet, your eyes tell me that there is nothing you hate more, than standing here asking me to be your mate......” I said bitterly.

He didn’t deny it.

“Will you come with me , then?”

I stared at his handsome face , the surreal beauty of it. And I thought of my father and how he wanted only to destroy anything that he didn’t understand. If Taehyung was going to bring my father down , I wasn’t going to be the thing that stopped him from doing it.

“Let me get my clothes.”

AUTHOR’S NOTE : IT WAS EASIER GIVING BIRTH THAN WRITING THIS FIC

just kidding i love werewolf tae. Please let me know what you thought uwu

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sillyroyalty · 3 years

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hellooo i saw your post about wanting some haru kato x reader and i just enjoyed the ones you wrote, you talented bro!

could i request that its reader and haru’s anniversary and reader noticed how tired he seemed lately so they decided to set up a nice romantic dinner and surprises him cause man he deserves it for dealing with daisuke HDKSBFJEHR it would be sooo cuutee!!

thats all and i hope you have a fantastic day!! stay hydrated and stay safe

Hello ! Thank you for requesting! I’m glad you like the stories I put out. 💓

This was fun to write and I’m sorry it took a little while to put out. I hope you like it ❤️

Please let me know what you thought in the comments and if there’s any changes or tips you would like to see carried out in future works 😊

Notes: I tried to make the reader gender neutral but then my dumb head out them in a dress so I decided to make the reader female, Daisuke is in it for a little bit too because he doubted your existence for a hot second lol but don’t worry he’s only there for a small interaction ☺️

Eyes anxiously scanned the shelves at the grocery store, looking for the ingredients that could throw together a decent meal. In a few short days the day of your and Haru’s anniversary was approaching fast. Safe to say you pondered of all the possibilities you could do to surprise your partner.

You could buy him something nice ? But Haru would stress over the price tag. You could arrange a nice romantic getaway for the both of you ? But sadly Haru’s job hours were unpredictable due to him being too passionate about overtime. After listening your options you settled on preparing a nice candlelight dinner for him, sure it was a bit cliche but even simple moments with Haru felt magical. Eager to get home and start cooking the recipe you found online you picked up the ingredients, payed and made your way home. Ready to spend the rest of the day in preparing the meal.

Haru packed his papers into his bag ready to bid his co-workers farewell.

“Leaving so soon ?” Daisuke questioned condescendingly, “what about the rest of the case ?”

Haru groaned contemplating starting another round of bickering with the new detective, but instead swallowed his anger.

“Yeah I have something important today...someone’s waiting for me-“

Haru tried to wrap up the conversation before Saeki interrupted with shrill excitement.

“Oh my gosh !” She squealed “ It’s Y/n-San isn’t it ?! “

“Y...yeah” Haru nodded bashfully smiling “it’s our anniversary so I want to be at home with her tonight”

“Y/N who?” Daisuke questioned “you have a partner?”

“YEAH! WHAT IS THAT SO HARD TO BELIEVE?” Haru yelled irked, “whatever I’m leaving BYE!” He grabbed his bag throwing it over his shoulder making his way to the exit.

“Wait,” Daisuke’s monotone voice cut in following Haru out “I’m coming too”

“WHAT ?! No you’re not ?!” Haru yelled “you’re not invited!”

Daisuke tagged along unfazed, “isn’t it fair for me to meet your family ? You’ve met Suzae and my grandmother already after all, return the favor”

Haru reached your shared apartment sighing in defeat. Daisuke stood cooly behind him. Despite Haru’s attempts to shake him off he persisted. To say Haru was annoyed was an understatement, all he wanted to do was cuddle and bask with you on the bed dozing off lazily tonight, to share his week with you and to hear your cute laugh...unfortunately here was Daisuke tagging along to suck the comfort out of his night with you like a leech. Taking a deep breath he rung the door bell for it to fling open and be greeted by a bright smile.

Gosh you looked absolutely stunning, a dress that covered you snugly with hair done up with clips letting some loose strands fall over your shoulders, your smile beaming as you hugged Haru. He mirrored your grin wrapping his arms around your waist inhaling your perfume in, basking in your embrace for a few moments before his solace was interrupted by an abrupt cough from behind him. You peeked behind your lover to see another man standing behind him.

“Hmmm?” tilting your head up to look at Haru quizzingly

Haru grimaced and introduced you to his Daisuke begrudgingly.

“There now that you’ve seen my lovely girlfriend please go” Haru ushered Daisuke eager to shoo him away to which Daisuke coldly stared back Haru challengingly. Sensing the tension between the two you decided to step in ease the situation.

“Hello Mr.Daisuke, its nice to meet the co worker Haru holds in high regard,” you cheerfully proclaimed “ please join us for dinner at least”. You figured it was the polite thing to do despite the fact that you certainly were not prepared for any guests.

Haru gave you a side eye glance to which your squeezed his hand lightly, ‘be polite Haru’

Daisuke thankfully assessed the situation and smiled at you thanking you for the offer, “I’m afraid I must head home unfortunately but thank you for the offer, I hope you and Kato San have a nice evening,” with a polite bow and patting Haru on the back, he was gone.

Haru blinked confused at the rich man’s bizarre actions, perhaps he really did want to see whether Haru was bluffing about someone waiting at home for him everyday and wanted to confirm you in fact were real, regardless how that he saw you his purpose of visiting was done and he’d leave the couple alone for the evening ( to Haru’s absolute joy). After you ushered him inside and he got in to take a shower and get changed.

Walking out in more comfortable but presentable clothing Haru came out drying his hair with a towel to find you neatly setting up a dinner table with various dishes. He scanned the menu recognizing some of the dishes- they were some the meals you and Haru had worked together on when you first started dating. Seeing them all lined up and well plated reminded him of the time when the both of you first started to have stay at home dates. He’d teach you how to cook various recipes, the both of you becoming extremely flustered whenever you two got a bit two close or made contact of hands. Eventually the two of you became less shy and comfortable with each other, years passed by and you guys became inseparable.

You finished setting the table to look up and see Haru leaning on the door frame with a goofy smile on his face to which you beamed back. He walked up to you and slowly to your surprise pulled you in for another hug placing a small kiss on your cheek.

“The dishes-“he began messing with the ends of your hair,”the ones you made tonight ? You did this on purpose right ?”

Your eyes light up happy that the subtle thought you put into the menu was noticed. You pointed to a plate of pastries that sat on the table, ”So you noticed ? Remember this one ? It was the first time I came over to your place and we made this.”

Haru nodded and pointed to the dish next to it, “ and this one is the first thing we cooked when we moved in to your new apartment together!”

The hug grew tighter and a familiar warmth bloomed in your chest as Haru whispered “Thank you...for everything, I love you” before pulling you over to the table to enjoy the evening sampling a bite of what you made.

#fugou keiji x reader #fugou keiji balance: unlimited #haru kato x reader #fugou keiji haru #the millionare detective balance: unlimited #anime x reader #haru katou x reader #haru x reader #Hanako works #requests

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theravencawsatmidnight · 3 years

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A Kings Touch

Part Seven

Art by @knifeewifee ily bb !

Reader is chosen to be Katsukis wife whos only purpose is to give him a son. He has lived for many many years and never once been given one forcing him to kill his wives and children. A curse has been put on him without his knowlege. And maybe you can finally break it.

Tags/ @myunicornpet-unique @tired-marshmallow @fukyouthink @happygalaxymilkshake @insane-without-delirium @random-fandom-24

Kirishima was a little lost for words right now, he knew it would be bad if he ran after his King. there was no talking to him when he was like this. He wouldn't listen, only thing he could do was wait for him to return, hopefully calmer and more level headed. So Kirishima turned his attention to you with his hands up .

“So uh.. Dont worry about..that uhm.. Hes fine. Anyway! Lets have dinner yeah?”

“But.. the King..”

Kirishima pat your head giving you a fangy smile. “Trust me, you dont wanna go after him when hes like this, sometimes he just gets moody is all. “

There had to be a reason… something..someone? What about that room you cant go in?

“alright. .. uhm.. Are you staying for dinner?”

“Only to eat, i have to finish gathering supplies for the winter, cant freeze the second ya get here !”

You faked a giggle at the Dragons words and decided it would be best to get him out of the castle so you could go investigate. So you did what you did best, entertained.

King Katsuki stomped through the dense forest cursing up a storm at himself and everything around him. Heavy boots crushed the weak twigs under him and his sword cut through hanging branches like they were nothing. He had no idea if he was going the right way , was he lost? Maybe. But he could always call for Kirishima and be brought back to the castle. So he was never lost, just angry.

“Gave her everything she wanted.” kick

“Foul witch, i will have a son. This one has to be different. If not , ill kill her .. just like the rest. I cant die so ill just ...keep….trying…” very big kick knocking over a rock.

“Woah, easy there stanger” said a voice from the other side of the rock. “Cant plant crops if ya kick the nature around” the voice stood up revealing a tall young man with blond hair and a happy smile. “Are you the King or just playin dress up?”

King Katsuki stood his ground while he looked this person up and down. Who the hell was this? And why did he look slightly familiar… that smile… “i am the King, King Katsuki, youve got five seconds to explain yourself”

“Me? Im just plantain crops my King.”

“In the forest?”

“Yep, no one to bother me, and my guardian said its better for the crops to grow .”

“Your guardian sounds like a loon” spat the King.

This got a hearty laugh out of the young man, “shes alright, promise. But whats got you so worked up friend? I heard cursing and stomping not too far from here”

“Tch.. “ ‘friend’ “none of your business, why should i tell you anything? Im the King”

“Thats true.” the man sat down on the same rock that was kicked to wipe his brow of sweat. “But talkin might help, my King , ya know? My guardian always says to keep your thoughts out in the open , just incase ya get stuck”

“Hmph” Katsuki threw himself down on a nearby stump and stabbed his sword into the cold grass . “this … witch” he finally said, under his breath.

The young man leaned forward as if he was a child anticipating a story from a parent, stars in his eyes.

It did not take long to get Kirishima out of the castle; winter was coming fast and the castle needed to be ready. As soon as he left you picked up a knife and made your way to the room you were not allowed in. the chains on it were already cut which was weird.. Gently you placed the knife down on the nearby table and pushed the old heavy door open , the lock falling off its hook and onto the hard floor. Whoever was in here left in a hurry, the King? What could have made him so mad in here? A few more steps in brought you to the middle of the room where a single light was shining in from an old glass window.

“What is .. that? Its so pretty..” you stepped closer to the small table seeing a very large vase with a dying Lunar Tear in it . it had one petal but it was holding on for dear life, the rest were at the bottom of the floating flower making a pile.

“A Lunar Tear? Is he upset about this?”

You turned going deeper into the room to see the cribs smashed together in the corner of the room. They were so old.. Broken… . one crib had a small pile of blankets in it. They looked like babies blankets . “ Prince.. Katsuki?” you picked one up to read over the pretty lettering . “so the stories ….”

“Are true, yes” Kirishima said from the doorway making you drop the delicate blanket.

“i…!!!”

You jumped turning around to see Kirishima walking in with a hand up. “Its alright, your the first to go in here im surprised, then again he did leave the door open.” he sat down by you and pointed his chin at the flower “let me tell you, the real story y/n”

“And thats it “ Katsuki stomped his foot into the cold soil. “Thats the story, she gave me what i wanted, and i gave her what she wanted, and now i have this shitty scar on my hand and im cursed or whatever , i dont believe in magic, its all stupid!”

The young man was just staring at the angry King in disbelief . “wow my King, that sounds like its a lot im sorry ya gotta deal with that”

“Tch…”

“Is… uhm.. Being immortal nice?”

“Yes and no” he was.. Surprisingly cooperative with this kid.

“Do you.. Miss your son?”

Katsuki looked at the young man with hatred in his eyes, he hated every single kid he saw now, ever since that damn day. They all reminded him of his son, even this damn farmer reminded him … “does it fucking matter? “ he barked .

“I.. i supose not My king, im sorry, are you hungry? My guardian makes -”

“No, im going home. “ he stood up turning away.

The young man got up picking up his basket of seeds . “it was nice to meet you my King, you remind me of me in a way, i cant place my finger on it.”

“Tch..”

The young man turned on his heel walking back to the his home where his Guardian was waiting for him. She was a happy woman, not a peasant but well off . “hello Ski! Welcome home welcome welcome…” the woman hugged the man tight. “My Ski Bakugo, what took you so long?”

“I ran into the King believe it or not! He sure was upset , something about a witch. Witches dont exist though do they?”

The woman pulled Ski in for another hug. “No.. no my Ski.. “ the womans eyes changed to match the witches. “They certainly do not……”

#AKingsTouch #bakugo x reader #kirishima x reader

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natewrightt · 4 years

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PART 2 OF THE SHY READER YOU BEAUTIFUL BEAUTIFUL HUMAN 😤💞

Summary: While refusing to admit that he’s jealous, Five spies on your date

Ship: Five Hargreeves x shy!reader

Warnings: an annoying ass date, Five being a tease, slight angst and fluff

Notes: this was highly requested lol

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“Why did you say no?”

“Because I said so!” You told your friend, Allison, for the seventh time today. Both of you had just arrived back from a mall trip after a man that worked as a cashier just asked you out. She was shocked when you politely refused.

“You said what?” Five asked, jumping into the room suddenly. He looked you up and down before speaking again. “Nice leggings, by the way. It gives me a great view of your ass.”

You groan while Allison slaps him in the face, earning a chuckle from the boy as his eyes remain on your figure.

“You can stop flirting with her, by the way. Y/N has a date.”

“No I don’t.”

“No, she doesn’t.” You and Five both mutter confused at the same time. Surprised at his statement, you turn around and see that he’s gone. Shaking it off, Allison starts to speak again.

“I got his number for you. You are going to call him and tell him that you would LOVE to go to Griddy’s with him. Trust me, it’ll be good for you!”

You sighed, grabbing your phone as she squeals in excitement. After all, what was the worst that could happen?

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Well, you figured it out.

“Anyways, you see this watch? Yeah. I made it by myself. That’s pure gold, babe. Also...” He rambled on and on about his success, not even allowing you to get a simple word in. You sigh, wiping your mouth with a napkin as you stand up.

“I have to go to the washroom. I’ll be right back.” You told him while plastering a fake smile on your face. He nods and allows you to go into the woman’s restroom. The second you’re there, you splash water all over your face. Damn, this was gonna be a long night.

“He sure is something, isn’t he?” A familiar teasing voice said behind you. You didn’t even have to turn around to see who it was.

“What the hell are you doing here?” You ask, finally facing him. He had the same outfit as before, just with his hair combed to the side and his famous smirk on Five’s face.

“I happened to see you walk in. Thought I’d...check it out.” He comes a little closer to you. “Nice dress, by the way. It really shows off your-“

“Ass, I know.” You mutter, feeling a tinge of red on your cheeks. Five notices this and smirks, about to say something snarky, but you interrupt him. “What do I do?”

“Ditch, obviously.”

“I can’t just bail my date!” You exclaim. “Unlike you, I actually have manners.”

“Hey! I have manners. And besides, it’s either that or you’re stuck with him talking about his hat for another half hour.” Five defends, opening the door slightly so you can get a good view of the man sitting on his chair, checking himself out in a pocket mirror. Great. As much as you desperately wanted him to teleport you two away, you just couldn’t bring yourself to be mean. Taking a big inhale, you turn to Five before walking back in the cafe.

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“He looked nice! What happened?” Allison asks as Y/N comes back from Griddy’s looking awful.

“Yeah well, he thought that too and told me all about it, not even giving me a chance to talk! Then he had the nerve to kiss me.” You mutter just loud enough for them to hear, quiet on the last part. Five hears it, though, and can feel anger boil inside of him for some reason that he just couldn’t figure out.

“I’m sorry, N/N. I just want you to be happy.” Allison sighs, putting a hand on your shoulder. You smile back again before speaking.

“I am happy. I have you and thats all I want and need. You’re a great friend, Al. I’m lucky to have you.”

You two hug for a few moments before she yawns and looks at the time, freaking out when she sees it’s 12AM. She sends her goodnights to you and Five before leaving the room.

Now it was just you and him.

In a room.

Together.

Alone.

Your shirt lasted a good 10 minutes before being pulled off of your torso by him.

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Muahahah. I left it on a cliffhanger on purpose >:) send requests people! I’m not really proud of this one but whatever 😃👍

#tua #the umbrella academy #umbrella academy #five hargreeves #five hargreeves x reader #number five #number five x reader #five #five x reader

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bibbawrites · 4 years

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She - Carrie Wilson x Female Reader (SMUT 18+)

Request: girl x girl with Carrie having a bad day cause of Julie and needs to let off the anger with giving the reader an/some orgasm(s)?

Word Count: 1770 words

Summary: after being upstaged by julie at the school spirit rally carrie needs a way to work her anger out, and you are more than happy to be of assistance

Warnings: sex (obviously), oral sex (female receiving), fingering, use of sex toys, swearing, overstimulation, slight dom

A/N: i finally got the motivation to write this and i dont completely hate it which is good haha sorry for any mistakes in editing, i got a bit lazy and just skim read it while cuddling a kitten lol so if theres any mistakes thats why also no hate to julie or flynn but obviously carrie’s girlfriend wouldn’t like them and neither does carrie so yeah thats why they get shit on anyways, hope you enjoy!!!

Tag List: @happinessinthedarkesttimes @littlemissaddict @vicesvsvirtuesfanfic @headheartbellarke @lovesanimals @bartok-the-magnificent @juliefromaustralia @multi-universe21 @rangerelik @kaitieskidmore1 @katrina765 @fandomxreaders @ifilwtmfc

“I swear Molina does this shit on purpose, just to piss me off.” Carrie ranted as the two of you walked down the hallway after the spirit rally.

“Do you know how hard I worked on that routine? And she just has to go and upstage me with some stupid fucking hologram act? Which came out of nowhere, might I add.” She continued, and you nodded, not wanting to sat the wrong thing and make it worse.

You stood back and watched as your girlfriend confronted Julie, rolling your eyes at Nick who decided to step in. He never truly knew how to deal with Carrie. He followed as Carrie walked away and you hurried to catch up, grabbing onto your girfriend’s hand as she repeated her rant from earlier.

The bell rang as Carrie turned to walk away, pulling you along with her.

“Where are we going? Science is the other way.” You questioned. Carrie shook her head.

“We’re not going to science.” She replied, pulling you into a janitors closet and shutting the door behind you.

“Oh.” You said, understanding the situation.

Carrie pulled you towards her, your lips crashing against hers. She tasted like she always did, like her favourite peach lipgloss and mint. Kissing Carrie was like the perfect duet, her lips were made to intertwine with yours.

You were snapped out of your thoughts by Carrie shoving you against the wall, her lips moving from yours to trail down your neck, sucking marks into your skin as she went.

“Carrie.” You mumbled. “Are we really gonna do this here?”

She took a step back, eyeing you carefully, before pulling out her phone and pressing it to her ear.

“Dad? I need you to call the school and excuse me and Y/N for the rest of the day.” She spoke and your eyes widened. You could hear the muffled sound of Carrie’s dad talking on the other end. She bit her lip.

“It’s a girl problem.” She said after a moment. Her dad replied and a smile appeared on your girlfriend’s face.

“Yes that kind of girl problem. Poor Y/N is feeling horrible, the cramps are just so bad on the first day of her cycle.” Carrie put on a sympathetic voice and after a moment she gave you a thumbs up and said goodbye to her father before hanging up.

“How good are you at acting?” She questioned. You shrugged.

“Decent enough, why?” You replied.

“My dad is coming to pick us up and drop us home at my house. You’re having a really bad period and you need to get some rest.”

You nodded in understanding, and together you made your way outside, waiting for Trevor to arrive, and once he did you made sure to clutch at your stomach and lean on your girlfriend as she helped you into the car.

“Do you need anything Y/N?” Trevor asked, as he drove the two of you home. “I can get whatever pads or tampons you need, and I can heat up a heat pack or get medication for your cramps.”

Your heart swelled at the caring gesture.

“I should be okay with just a lie down.” You replied. “But I’ll let you know if I need anything. Thank you.”

“Of course. Anything to make you more comfortable.” Trevor responded as he pulled the car into the driveway.

“I’ll go get you girls some pizza. I know Carrie loves comfort foods on her period.” He offered. You and Carrie exchanged a look, but agreed, and before you knew it you were flopping down onto your girlfriend’s king sized bed.

“I feel kinda guilty.” You admitted. Carrie sighed.

“Me too. Why does he have to be such a good dad?” She groaned.

“Too late now to backtrack.” You said. Carrie nodded, rolling closer to you and pulling you into her arms.

“Guess we should just make the most of our time together then.”

An hour and several slices of pizza later and Carrie and you had her whole house to yourselves, with her dad leaving for some meeting that would take several hours.

Carrie had been staring at the wall for the past 15 minutes and you were starting to get worried about your girlfriend. You moved slightly, placing a hand on her shoulder, and she turned to look at you.

“Are you okay?” You questioned.

“Just thinking about Julie again.” She explained, an annoyed look appearing on her face.

“You need to forget about her babe. She’s not worth your time.” You stated, but Carrie ignored you, staring back at the wall again.

“I just can’t believe she upstaged me after all the hard work we put into our performance.” She ranted. You took her hand.

“If it makes you feel better, I thought that Dirty Candy was better by far.” You said, squeezing her hand.

“You have to say that, you’re my girlfriend.” She rolled her eyes, but the light blush on her cheeks told you that she appreciated the compliment. You fell into silence for a moment, before an idea popped into your head.

“Carrie.” You said.

“What?” She replied, without even looking at you.

“Remember that time that Flynn called me your bitch and I got so pissed off at her and you worked my anger out with some of the hottest sex we’ve ever had?” You asked. That got her attention, and she turned to look at you.

“Yeah?” Her eyes lingered on your lips for a few seconds.

“Use me.” You stated. She bit her lip.

“You sure?” She checked. You nodded.

“Positive. I’m all yours to do whatever you want to me.” You assured her.

“In that case...” Carrie sat up, her look suddenly very serious. “Take off your clothes. Now.”

You obeyed, pulling your Dirty Candy t-shirt and your denim shorts quickly, and after a quick glance at Carrie, stripped your underwear and bra off too.

“Lie down.” Carrie instructed, and you did as she said. You watched as she moved down her bed and spread your legs, her eyes never once leaving yours.

She lent down and licked a strip up your pussy and you moaned loudly, not holding back since you knew that Trevor was gone.

Carrie smirked, before moving to eat you out, her tongue swirling against your clit as she inserted a finger into you.

“Carrie.” You moaned out, and she grazed her teeth along your clit as a response.

“Holy shit.” You muttered, tangling your fingers through her hair.

She added a second finger and your head fell back in pleasure. She really wasn’t holding back. You could feel the familiar feeling of your orgasm pooling in your stomach.

“I’m not going to last if you keep doing that.” You breathed out, and she ignored you, curling her fingers inside you to hit your g-spot. You gasped loudly.

“Carrie, please.” You moaned.

“Cum for me baby.” She said, her mouth never leaving your clit, and the vibrations sent you tumbling over the edge, cumming with a loud moan of her name.

She worked you through your orgasm before moving away, and you shut your eyes to take a moment. The bed dipped as Carrie climbed back onto it, and before you could react she was pressing a vibrator to your already sensitive clit.

“Carrie, what?” You asked, eyes opening quickly.

“You didn’t think I’d stop at one, did you?” She teased, pressing the vibrator against you again, causing your already sensitive body to twitch. You bit your lip, unable to respond. She grinned at you.

“How many orgasms have you had in one go before?” She questioned.

“Three.” You answered. She paused, thinking.

“You can do more than that.” She decided, and your eyes widened. You opened your mouth to reply but she pressed the vibrator to your clit again, this time turning the level on the vibrator up. You squirmed, not even having time to warn her before your second orgasm hit.

Smirking, Carrie left the vibrator on your clit, holding your hips down with her spare hand to stop you from trying to move away. The intense vibration so soon after your second orgasm had you cumming again in what felt like no time.

“Please no more. I can’t take it.” You begged. Carrie shook her head.

“Yes you can baby, I know you can.” She assured you.

“I can’t Carrie, please.” You whined. She paused.

“One more.” She decided. You whimpered as her fingers entered you once again, stretching you slightly, before she slid them out and slid the vibrator into you.

You cried out, hot tears spilling down your cheeks as Carrie put her mouth back onto your clit, every little movement sending shudders through your overly sensitive body.

“Come on baby, one more, you can do it.” Carrie coaxed, her tongue swirling against your clit. She angled the vibrator to hit your g-spot and that was enough to bring you to your fourth orgasm.

“Good girl.” Carrie praised, removing the vibrator from you. Your body was shaking and your face was wet with tears. You knew you looked like a wreck.

“I think we should have a bath.” Carrie decided, helping you into the bathroom.

She helped you to sit on the closed toilet, before starting the bath, adding in your favourite Lush bubble bar that she always kept for when you were over, and some soothing bath soak. Once she was done she turned back to you.

“I’ll be right back, okay?” She whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. You just nodded, too exhausted to speak.

Carrie was back in no time, carrying two pairs of soft pyjamas, and some apple juice with ice. She placed them down on the cabinet before turning the water off on the bath and adding in a bath bomb. She lit the candles surrounding the bath before turning her attention to you.

“Ready to get in?” She questioned.

“Yeah, I might need some help though.” You replied, your voice shaky. Carrie grinned, walking over to you and wrapping her arm around your waist to help you over to the bath. She helped you climb in before stripping off her clothes and climbing in with you, sitting herself behind you so that you could lean back against her.

“Feel better now?” You asked in a soft voice. Carrie pressed a kiss to your bare shoulder.

“I do. Thank you, I love you.” She murmured.

“I love you too. And anytime, I’ll always be here.” You responded, shutting your eyes as you snuggled against your girlfriend.

And you meant it.

#carrie wilson #carrie wilson x reader #carrie wilson x female reader #carrie wilson smut #reader insert #lesbian carrie rights #carrie is a good girlfriend #trevor is a good dad

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miraculousrainbow · 4 years

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Sleeping In The Bathroom Is Better Than Home

Description:

Chat noir cannot stand being at home anymore and by chance stumbles upon Marinette wich turns into an unexpected sleepover

Hurt/comfort

Marichat (can be viewd as romantic or platonic)

Oneshot

Trigger warnings : mention of verbal abuse, mentions of neglect, discussions of bad mental health, bad mental health, insomnia, anxiety, trapping a child mention (ask to tag)

"Im done and sick of it"

He couldnt think straight, he just knew that he needed to get out as fast as he can

Plag popped out in a look of concern but before he could say anything Adrien already climbed out the window and yelled "Plagg claws out" and jumped out

His movement wasent his usual cat like swiftness

It was heavy and frantic

He was stumbling around in the dark and crashing into a wall or a random pole every once in a while but ignoring it as nothing happened and just, keeps going

He was going around blindly

With the only purpose of just, getting away

After a while of hanging about at the dark he calmed down a bit, but he was still fearful

His dad yelling still ringing in his ears and with each sound feeling like another hit

"Ignore it he insisted"

"You are here, you are safe, you are not at home anymore."

"You are safe." he whispered to himself loudly with a bit of a panic in his voice and a desperation to make these words feel true

But it was getting late he knew that soon he will need to go back home but he couldnt bring himself

He would rather sleep outside

"The only problem is that he would be an easy target for hawkmoth or criminals depending on the form"

"Or he could just stay a-"

His thought had been cut mid sentence while he was walking he realised he sees a familiar light and in the light had been basking a familiar figure

"Marinette!" He exclaimed with relief in his voice

"It was nice seeing a friend out here and a light source when everything else seems so dark and bleak and eerily quiet..."

"Chat Noir?" Marinette blinked trying to figure out where the dark ends and where the cat starts

"Its nice to see you" he said with a sheepishly smile

"Is there an akuma" Marinette eyes darted from place to place while her expression seemed so focused she wouldnt miss a fly

"Not tonight princess" he replied feeling a bit guilty he made her worry

A sigh of relief escaped the teen's mouth and her expression softened

And when she looked up to his surprise she looked like she is actually happy to see him

"So what brings you here ~Chat Noir~." she said his superhero name like you would call someone a royalty title jokingly

"Wich... was fair, but! he just hoped she knew every time he called her princess it was full of fondness"

"Oh um, just going for a walk, getting some fresh air"

"At two at night"

"I can ask you the same princess" he stumbled on his words he didnt expect that

"He havent being keeping an eye on the hour"

"He hoped he wasent missing for too long"

"But with his father absence he sometimes thinks he could of being kidnaped by hawkmoth for days and he wouldnt even notice"

"and sometimes he could of just barged into the room out of the blue"

"For ones he hoped for the first one"

Marinette unexpectedly decided to be the first one to break the silence

"Thoughts, just too many thoughts" she replied honestly and wiped her eyes in tiredness and maybe tears

Even though her answer seemed quite generic he recognised the real weight these words hold

"You?" She asked softly in sleepiness

"I just couldnt handle staying there anymore"

He blurted out choking on a bit of tears

"Her honestly just made him feel like he couldnt keep it inside anymore and that he could just share it safely and it will be okay"

"Like he didnt have to keep it down anymore and he really couldnt not like this not when he finally feels safe and the adrenaline from earlier is starting to die out and the tiredness is kicking in"

"Not next to Marinette"

"When she just comes with honestly openness and without anything to hide behind"

"She could of waited a little longer he would have come up with a joke to sweep her off her feet or at least made her laugh thats a win too"

"And just have a normal conversation"

"But she chose openness and he couldnt help, but choose it too"

He was a bit shaking he didnt notice till Marinette put a hand on him "hey, do you wanna go talk inside?"

The cat was frozen in surprise at the sudden touch

but as soon as it went is as soon as it goes

"And I know your identity needs to remain a secret for yours and the safety of your loved ones"

"So tell me just as you can and want of course" she made a serious face in the end but he couldnt ignore how cute it was

He noded thankful and followed her in

"Not surprisingly her room was much warmer than the cold outside"

They set down and Marinette asked while fiddling with her fingers "So, what happened?"

"My dad just yelled at me"

"Again" he rolled his eyes with a snort of someone who learned to turn their anger into despair and nihilistic jokes

"Its or he leaves me alone and neglects me or he yells at me and traps me"

"And in the past it used to be or he neglects me and traps me or he yells at me and traps me"

"But good luck trapping Chat Noir ha ha" he said with exhaustion and finger guns

"Unless you are hawkmoth if he would of being I bet he would have trapped me then too" another bitter laugh escaped his mouth

"What about you?"

"So you know those nights when you try to go to bed and you just lay there but you cant stop thinking and your thought are running and running and you just start shaking and you cant stop and no matter what you cant sleep and you wish so badly you can but you just cant so you stand up cause you cant take it anymore"

She blurted out as well just more in a mini frantic tangent

Instead of a frantic blurt out

"So maybe" she says with a twirl of her hand like she tries to drag the word longer and just not let the sentence end

"Im having one of these nights"

She covered her face with her hand and looked away like she is even ashamed of having a problem

"Wich is super unfair everyone has problems" he scoffed in his head

"And also one thing was made sure by this conversation she was crying earlier"

"Actually yeah" he replied looking up from his knees and surprising them both

"I do get these nights from time to time"

"Now it was his turn to look away"

"Now he is the one feeling shame in having problems"

"Honestly, he thinks it made both of them feel better knowing they are not the only ones even though he and of course Marinette! would never wish this upon each other it was still nice being in the same boat"

"Its exhausting" she exclaimed and looked like she was trying to rest her had on air and getting grumpy each time it doesnt work

Chat tapped to time on his knees to signal that she can use him as a pillow

Marinette without taking a second thought took the invite and settled down

At the moment of contact Chat Noir felt like lightening were running up his spine he just hoped he didnt move

He wasent used to other ppl contact much

And he always withdrew away quite quickly

"Its not that he didnt like others touch"

"Its just that it would always overwhelm him so much"

"And it made him feel like he needed a break but every time he was ready to come back"

"There was nobody left"

"And lets not talk about how it was before school when there was nobody to begin with"

"She looked so comfortable like it was all natural being so close to someone and just putting your head down"

"He wishes he could feel like that too"

"He hopes one day he will"

After a moment of rest and a sigh of relief Marinette asked "So, whats the plan?"

"Kinda how he would of asked his lady on battle he wondered if thats how he looks like"

"Uh, I kinda planned on staying awake outside until I will collapse of exhaustion..."

"Well, thats a horrible plan."

"In retrospect, he agreed but its not like he had any other options" he thought to himself

"The only room with a decent lock is the bathroom but I cant let you sleep in the bathroom!"

"I considered sleeping outside so this sounds much better"

"Chat!" She protested

"Its not like I have any better options" he sighed into his hand

"Okie but Im putting a clock to 5 in the morning so you will be back before anyone notices"

"But then what about you? dont you need any sleep?"

"I dont think I will fall asleep befor 5 am to be honest" she made an awkward laugh in an attempt to make it seem not as bad

"And, having company for a change even if will be a sleeping one soon is nice."

She looked up to him still resting on his lap with a soft smile that looks like it means Im really thankful you are here but you need to go to sleep now

"Marinette I-" he couldnt help but let a sigh of relief escape his mouth "I cant thank you enough"

"Hey what there are partne- pretty good friends for!"

"She started stammering. Now he was sure she was too tired for communication and needed some rest"

"So lets get ready for the sleep part in our kind of spontaneous sleepover!" she said like it was all part of just a regular late night party

He chuckled and replied with a simple sappy "yeah" and he got ready to bed

And in a long time he actually had a good sleep even though it was in the bathroom

The end <3

Update: thank you everyone for the feedback!!!

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snnbnny · 2 years

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I just realized something

When I’m not writing fanfiction, I almost if not always am writing fantastical fiction- Like fae, werewolves, witches, vampires, etc. It’s not often the main focus of my writings but it is there. Over the years I’ve built up this whole world, as most writers do, whatever thats not exactly what we’re here to talk about.

But when I was writing a bit of history for the supernatural world I had randomly thought of in the shower (as one normally does), when it dawned on me. The vampire and werewolf rivalry, depending on how its written and how far you look in, can be very much an example of racism. I don’t know how much this has been talked about before but yeah-

Think about it for a second before you continue reading.

The werewolf vs vampire rivalry is a common troupe in fantastical pieces, such as Dracula or even Twilight and the various shows and books taking place in the vampire diaries universe. It’s always something thats been in my writing as well, for the purpose of personal sanity I will be using my own writings/world as an examples for this.

This is a quote from the pieces I mentioned above which is unfinished: “In general, this ‘stereotype’ (talking about the hate/distaste/rivalry between vampires and werewolves) is more upheld by the wolves [especially the generational werewolves] than vampires, although it is not uncommon to find a vampire that makes a joke in this manner or has some sort of distaste for the other race. This fact isn’t just because the population of known werewolves to known vampires is almost 2:1, but something much more deep rooted although almost no werewolf can tell you the true origin for this hate.”

It was the rereading of this paragraph after it was written that made me realize the symbolism. Later on I plan to mention how this hate is more a subconscious and more recognized thing modern day but is still a very much prominent issue, sound familiar?

I’ll continue this essay later but I wanted to share.

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sorenskyhigh · 4 years

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How the Haikyuu boys would get their s/o out of their zoom meetings (for example, pretending that they are getting kidnapped and getting dragged off screen) My sister did this before and my teacher was cracking up. THANK YOU BEST FRIEND :)

YES! I love this! Imagine if they took you on a sweet little date afterwards and you both just mess around all day!!! o(≧∇≦o) and thank you so much for supporting me!!!!!

Also I want to apologize for not writing anything, there's been a lot going on and I've just had no will to do anything ˚‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )‧º·˚

Includes Daichi Sawamura, Koushi Sugawara, Asahi Azumane, Yū Nishinoya, Tetsurou Kuroo, Kenma Kozume, Toru Oikawa, Hajime Iwaizumi, Koutaro Bokuto, Keiji Akaashi, and Satori Tendou

Not proof read

Getting You Out Of Zoom Class

Daichi Sawamura

Daichi may end up being a cop and he may seem like a stickler for the rules, but........

He is super smart

And I definitely wouldn't put it past him to break some rules here and there

Daichi knows you hate the particular class that you're sitting through right now

The teacher was an ass and the class was just not your forte

Daichi was sitting just out of shot and you angrily scribbled down notes. You knew you could lie and make excuses for why you didn't do the work but, your conscious just wouldn't allow you.

Every once in awhile Daichi would reach out a soothing hand under the table and rub his thumb a couple times over your knee to sooth you.

At one point Daichi got up and just stood there for a second.

He intook a large breath before picking you up out of the chair and swinging you over his shoulder.

Hus face appeared in your camera and he just smiled wide and said, "Sorry, they've got something more important to do."

With that he left, not even bothering to turn off anything before he walked out to the kitchen with you and started making a lunch for you two.

Koushi Sugawara

We all love our chaotic Sugamama

Suga though isn't exactly theatrical person

What he would do would be simple and easy but very effective

Koushi was in your kitchen making a cute little brunch for the two of you. He had set everything up in your living room.

Nice, comfy nest on the floor, open windows, a short table to set everything on.

You had been particularly stressed since you had had to start online classes. A lot of people could learn this way, but, you just couldn't

You were busy working and didn't notice when your feed cut out and froze then turned off.

He had asked Yamaguchi what he could do since Yamaguchi was surprisingly good with electronics.

He had gotten into your account and was messing with it. Somehow, since a computer and and his laptop were trying to use it at the same time it genuinely messed it up but that was a worry for later.

"Awww c'mon!" You said before you screamed in surprise.

Koushi had popped up from under your desk,"I think you need a break."

Asahi Azumane

Asahi is a super nervous guy, we been knew

But when he saw just how stressed his little baby was over your online classes

You were sitting in your living room on the floor, all your stuff spread out. You looked like you were spread so thin as you tried to keep up.

Suddenly your front door slammed open and big guy in a mask came in and snatched you up and took you outside after shutting your door.

You were of course until you got outside then you both started laughing.

Asahi had gone over this with you many many many times es just to make sure you were okay with it.

Aftwards he also kept worrying over you on whether he hurt you or not.

Nishinoya Yū

You know this boy would go all out for this

As loud and wild as he can make it

Yū had decided to be as obnoxious as possible. It was simple, yet highly effective.

Not only did you have to turn off your mic but your teacher asked you to turn off your camera as well.

Yū wasn't just a auditory nuisance but a visual one as well.

As long as he could be seen or heard he would either be being a pest or too funny for anyone to concentrate.

After your teacher had asked you to cut off your sound and camera you both obviously left.

Yū wanted to go and eat your entire fridge while you watch horror movies.

Tetsurou Kuroo

You know this man would bring in straight facts

He would cut down any of your teacher/professors excuses as to why you had to stay

"Too much time on a computer, phone or TV screen can cause serious retinal damage. If they can't see then they can't do the work you want them too. Life would be so much harder for them if they lost their sight."

With that he hurriedly turned off your computer and rushed you out of there so you guys could hang out and watch probably an animal science documentary.

Kenma Kozume

You know this boy is tech proficient

He would have your computer so screwed

Why even try

You go to get into your class but the potato filter is on and you can't fix it.

Your teacher is angry at you bc 'you're young and apart of the generation that grew up with this technology so figure it out and blah blah blah.

You're struggling so with the sound, you sound like you had just sucked on a can of helium.

Then the loud celebratory noise emitting from your computer and an all too familiar voice came over and said, " Not today, pudding." Then your entire computer "crashed".

Kenma entered the room very queitly as you sat there.

"It's not broken. But if you don’t play video games with me I won't fix it."

Toru Oikawa

This twink ass drama queen

I pity whoever dates this man if you have to take zoom classes

You know he would be super dramatic about it

You're sitting at your chair and are dutifully taking notes when your bedroom door is flung open.

There stands Toru.

His hands are on his hips and he's pulling his little pouty face.

"Now, little cutie. You have been ignoring me for weeks."

You look at him as if he had lost his mind. You just talked to him this morning.

"If I didn't know ow any better I'd say you had the hots for someone in that class!" He was slowly raising his voice.

"I thought we were happy?! I love you and I wanted to marry you."

Disconnected

After he had unplugged you're entire computer he giggled and kissed you, "Sorry little cutie, I just hate to see you so stressed from those stupid classes."

Hajime Iwaizumi

He gets enough drama from Shittykawa

So he's not going to create any of his own if he can help it

But he did think that video of someone "kidnapping" their friend was pretty funny

You were in the kitchen with a glass of water when Hajime very quietly came in. You had just baby heard your front door close.

He held his finger up to his mouth and pulled a bandana up over his mouth.

He skillfully it over him since this wouldn't be the first time you had had distractions from your friends during class.

You were curious about what he was doing.

Then all of a sudden you were grabbed from the side, the stool falling over as Hajime shut your laptop.

He carried you outside where Shittykawa, Mattsun, and Maki were waiting.

"No more classes for today."

"Yeah you get to have just so much fun with us," Maki said sarcastically.

Koutaro Bokuto

This man

This MAN

I love him to death but not only would he get the entire team in on it but he would screw it up somehow

You were on your bed with your laptop on a blanket in front of you as you listen to your teacher drone on and on and on.

Then you shrieked when your bedroom door was thrown open and three fairly big guys came rushing in.

Naturally you screamed in fear.

Koutaro was the one carrying you as the Konoha turned off your laptop and Akaashi stood there. He was so not with this.

The thing is, Koutaro didn't tell you on purpose so your reaction would be genuine enough to fool your class.

He got you so upset that Akaashi, Konoha, Anohori, Komi, Onaga, Sarukui, and even Washio were chastising him for it.

They weren't having his dumb shit today, no sir.

He made it up to you though, so did the rest of the team.

Keiji Akaashi

After dealing with Bokuto for what felt like a lifetime

He wanted to keep things simple and easy

Akaashi had just walked into your room while you were sitting at your desk.

He had pushed your chair out of the way and simple turned everything off. Saving any documents you may or may not have had open first of course.

Then he took your hand and he took you to a nice and quiet Cafe where you guys spent the rest of the day.

Satori Tendo

Itcha miracle boi

You know that when he starts to make you leave ethe teacher say soemthing he will fight them ლ(ಠ益ಠ)ლ

He's ready to dish it out

Straight up insults them

You were sitting in bed with your laptop while Satpri was sprawled across your lap.

He hadn't disturbed doubt thus far. He was actually being very well behaved.

Thankfully with how you and your laptop set up, no one saw him chillin' like a villain in your lap.

That is until he groaned and started to whine about how boring it was.

Your teacher addresses you and scolds you for having Satoir there.

"Why, it's not like I'm distracting you. You're not doing anything anyways. Let's leave, my Paradise."

After that Satori had a long argument with your teacher, your teacher very clearly losing. More than half your class was losing it at this point.

"Look, you abarrent brat,'" thats when you got mad.

"Excuse me? What did you just call him??!!" You slammed your laptop shut after that.

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#haikyuu!!#haikyuu headcanons #daichi sawamura #sugawara koushi #asahi azumane #yū nishinoya #tetsurou kuroo #kenma kuzome #bokuto koutaro #akaashi keiji #oikawa toru #hajime iwaizumi #satori tendou

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janekfan · 4 years

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ive been Searching and Craving for any scenario/canon divergent au where jon and tim make up because jon shows tim thats hes just as much a victim as anyone else and tim is just like... ah. so we're both assholes. and jon insists that tim didnt do anything wrong (and obviously its all very whumpy and hurt/comforty). basically just... tim and jon making up because tim wants to after jon tugs at his heartstrings enough (because im a sucker for the whole "whatve i done" bit)

Here we go!! Sorry these are taking so long but I’m still working on prompts!!!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26972698/chapters/67878991#workskin

Too Much Chapter 2!

Watching Martin remove the evidence of panic by carefully, slowly, swiping a damp flannel over Jon’s skin, Tim continued holding the cold pack in place. The man between them made a sound, nondescript, shifting enough that his lips parted with a soft sigh as he settled.

“He’s made a right mess of these.” Martin lamented, gingerly lifting one hand to examine the heavy bandages, soiled with fresh blood and coming undone. Not altogether certain he wanted to know what was hidden away beneath, Tim stayed silent. “Would you mind fetching the first aid kit while I get rid of these?” He used the time away to take a deep breath, attempting to gather his rampant thoughts now that he was roped into fixing up their boss. There was always the possibility of giving him the kit and hightailing it out of that place and never setting foot near document storage again but before he realized what he’d done he’d accumulated other supplies he figured they might need and the relief in Martin’s eyes when he slipped back into the room was palpable. Jon’s hands were bare, blisters laid over blisters, broken and bleeding sluggishly from torn welts, one palm layered over with a nasty burn. Tim couldn’t help the noise torn from his throat in sympathy as the walls he’d built around himself began to crumble under the weight of Jon’s wounds--and he wasn’t even the one to bear them! Jon had acquired more scars, more shadows in the gaunt hollows carved into his body by his bones since Prentiss. It was like laying eyes on a stranger, or opening his own and finally seeing what his negligent ignorance had truly cost.

Were these marks, this pain, not proof that Jon had every right to be scared? Paranoid? To suspect them? When it was his own “friends” raising hands violently against him?

“What. Martin, what happened?” He accepted the water, easing Jon’s arm over the edge of the bed and doing Tim the kindness of not reminding him that he’d never cared to know before.

“I couldn’t tell you what caused most of this, but you know. Daisy.” He swallowed, eyes narrowing as he dabbed away the worst of the scarlet slicking his skin and Tim saw red at the reminder. How dare she touch him. “Hush now, you’re alright.” Jon’s arm twitched, an aborted attempt to tug his hand away from Martin’s surely painful ministrations. “Just cleaning these up.”

“Hnn…” Saltwater-soaked lashes fluttered and damn his body’s reactions but Tim was at his side on the cot before he could blink and wholly unsure of what to do now that he was there, settling on running fingers through tangled curls, teasing out the knots as Martin worked. Clouded and slightly crossed, Jon’s glazed brown eyes peered up at him, through him, blinking slow, and Tim could feel the heat of his fever under his palms.

“Hey, bud.” Surprising himself with his own softness, Tim continued combing through his hair. “Close your eyes, boss. Marto’s fixing you right up.”

“Hur’s.” Badly slurred and tinged with vulnerability he wasn’t used to anymore, Jon’s voice sent a chill racing up Tim’s spine.

“I know.” He said anyway. “It won’t soon.” Trust and exhaustion won out, dragging bruised lids closed. “Martin.” Tim didn’t look up, tracing silver strands, so many, with the fingertips. “I would like to know. Please.”

Martin hummed, finished up the first hand, the worst hand, and cradled it over Jon’s stomach in a poor attempt at elevation before starting on the next one.

“I haven’t gotten much out of Jon--not because he won’t tell me!” He amended, remembering the promise Jon had made to be honest with them and clearly worried it would make Tim angry again if he thought he was keeping secrets. “He’s just. I mean.”

“I understand.” After leaving Elias’ office, whatever tenacity and fortitude Jon managed to scrape together after his ordeal with Daisy and Basira had faded quickly. Even Tim wasn’t able to ignore how bad off he was, more along the lines of being unable to explain than lacking any desire.

“I know she, she hit him. He’s bruised all over. Clocked him with her gun I assume, to leave him concussed--I still can’t believe I didn’t notice sooner.”

“It’s alright. We’ve all been. Preoccupied.” Some of them only with themselves.

“He was filthy, covered in dirt and I think bl’blood? Not his. Or, not all of it I think.” Martin rubbed his own neck thoughtfully, tracing a path that mirrored the red grin carving up Jon’s throat. “I think.” He looked into Tim’s eyes, haunted. “I, I overheard them saying he’d been made to d’dig a grave.”

“His grave.” There was no real proof, not yet. But it felt right. And Tim felt sick. “His hands.”

“The burn is bad, I don’t know how he got it.” A crease formed between Martin’s knit brows. “I. Tim.” He sighed. “You’ve been so furious with him.” He dragged both hands down his face. “Jon’s doing his best. Please, you have to believe that.”

“I think I’m beginning to.” He’d yet to stop his detangling. Jon liked when people he trusted played with his hair, especially when he wasn’t feeling well. Unbidden and effervescent, memories rose to the surface of Tim’s mind, each a different moment, beads of time strung on delicate silk strands. Sasha. Sasha, whose true face, true voice, had been written over and worn, her hands on Jon’s shoulders, working out the tension he carried there despite his complaints. Tim himself draping a cardigan over him where he slumped forward on his desk in Research when he succumbed to sleep. A rare moment at someone’s apartment, Jon three drinks in, flushed bright red and ridiculous, throwing himself into Tim’s lap and nuzzling his stomach until he got what he wanted; hands in his hair, on his back, honest to god cuddles. The embarrassment in the morning would paint him vivid with blush and he would accept the painkillers and tea with a shy grin.

That Jon was still in there.

Right?

For the first time in his career Tim chose to come into work early, heading immediately to doc storage to find Jon curled up against Martin, ruddy face squished against his chest and arm slung over his waist as though he’d recently been clinging there.

And if this had been another time, another universe, he would have teased them both, but the shadows under their eyes were beginning to match.

“We had a hard night.” Martin yawned hugely and Tim caught a quick glimpse of glassy brown at the movement but Jon passed out again in the next second. “Nightmares. You remember Crew?” Tim nodded. “Explains the vertigo. He’s going to want to work.” Martin’s palm found its way to the back of Jon’s head, tucked him under his chin as he exhaled, slow and measured.

“And you want him to rest.”

“He won’t.”

He didn’t.

But the dizziness kept him in his office for the most part and Tim helped keep an eye on him, checking up regularly, awkwardly. It was almost like old times. Except Jon was careful not to speak. Not now that he might force answers out of someone. Not now that he might be hurt because of it. Jon was smart. He tried to remember the things he learned because he only seemed to learn the hard way and right now he was trying to figure out Tim while Tim was trying to figure out himself, wary of the change towards him, confused when instead of lashing out, he asked if he needed anything.

“N’no, thank you, Tim.”

“It’s no trouble.” But it was physically painful to watch the gears turn as Jon balanced the possibility of pissing him off with how uncomfortable he was in this situation. “I’ll check back later, yeah?”

“Uh. Y’yeah. Yes. I mean, yes.” Nervously, he shifted between folders. “Of c’course.”

The day dragged and Jon’s fever and groggy exhaustion lingered, kept barely in check by Martin plying him with the painkillers and fever reducers because he refused A&E. It was frustrating, even if he was looking somewhat improved. When they caught him asleep it was often in the throes of a taxing nightmare. He was a shadow in his attempts to avoid them all, to focus on work, and now that Tim was paying attention he didn’t like how Basira was so cold, how Daisy made Jon flinch on purpose, how Melanie went out of her way to collide with him in the narrow hallways. How he was slight enough, unsteady enough that it sent him into the wall.

How he did nothing about it except murmur apologies and move past them as quick as he could.

Jon was back to pushing himself too hard, not bothering to ask for help because he’d never gotten any before so it wasn’t worth bothering with it now. He was alone. Deserted by everyone except for Martin--and oh the way his expression lit up at the sight of him. How soft his voice became when he thanked him for the tea. Tim knew Martin couldn’t see it yet, or wouldn’t let himself realize, but Jon was taken with him. Smitten. And already believed beyond a doubt that he had no worth. As prickly as Jon could be there was so much love in him just vying for a way out.

How could Tim have forgotten that?

Tim paced the length of the archives three times before heading back to check on Jon, alarmed when the office was empty. Worry, both familiar and unfamiliar, twined its way around his heart. He'd watched as the afternoon hours slipped by and Jon became worse and Tim didn’t bother asking anyone he came across; they didn’t care, he wasn’t supposed to care. But there weren’t many places Jon would go and Tim found him in the breakroom stabilizing himself on the sink. He didn’t react, didn’t turn, didn’t seem to know anyone was behind him, and Tim could make out shivery, deliberate breaths. Jon let go, lifting a hand dazedly to his forehead and staggering backwards such that Tim had to steady him.

“Whoa there, Boss.” Softly, quietly, Tim knew his head was still pounding more often than not no matter how adamant his denial. It didn’t stop Jon from flinching like he’d been struck or attempting to whirl around and only making it all that much worse as eyes filled with fear rolled back into his head and Tim had to catch him outright, lowering him to the floor and pillowing his shoulders in his lap. Unconsciously, he laid a palm over his overwarm forehead, dragging fingers back through damp strands rhythmically and wondering how he’d react to waking up with Tim staring down at him. They were dancing around each other, or at least Tim was. Jon couldn’t do much more than sit at his desk in what amounted to pyjamas and pretend to work in an attempt to wedge some normalcy back into his life.

“What happened?” At least now Martin’s inquiry wasn’t accusatory as he knelt beside them and checked over Jon himself. “How long?”

“Minute. Maybe two? He, uh. I surprised him and when he turned…” he trailed off, gesturing with a sigh.

“Ma’tin…” nothing more than a small breath of awareness in recognition of his voice, eyes still closed.

“You should be at your desk.” Lightly scolding.

“Nn...was col’...tea…” Tim met Martin’s eyes with worry at the barely coherent jumble of syllables caught on his sluggish tongue and he held up a hand, signaling him to wait.

“What’re we going to do with you, hm?”

“...Dunno…” He’d failed to understand the gentle ribbing for what it was, instead answering honestly, tearfully, and it tugged on Tim’s heartstrings. Martin chuckled kindly to ease the sting, moving forward to lift his weight off from Tim and standing still to let Jon wind a hand loosely into his jumper, hanging on for dear life with a gasp.

“You sound tired.”

“Mmyeah...tire’...” And that discordant admission alone was enough to cause alarm, doubly so when his body lost all rigidity in Martin’s hold.

“Martin--”

“Shh, Tim. He’s alright.” Protectiveness urged Tim to follow them back to document storage. Concern made him sit down before Martin asked. “Stay with him? I don’t want him to forget and wander off again. I’m gonna get that tea and something for the fever.” Tim supported his chin with a hand, elbow digging sharply into the top of his knee, and watched Jon sleep. With his eyes, he traced invisible constellations over the worm scars dotting his skin and connected their lines to the ink dark splash of lashes twitching as he dreamed. “What’re you thinking about?”

“How much running I’ve been doing.”

“Mm.”

“How much easier it was to ignore all this if I just hated Jon instead. Blamed him for it.” He lifted his fingers in a bitter and general indication of their unreasonably bad situation. “He’s made mistakes. We all have. And his are the only ones I’m not willing to forgive.” Tears prickled at the corners of his eyes, stung. “Why is that?” His skin blushed with heat when his voice broke on a sob and before Martin could speak they were interrupted.

“Head’spounding…” He could barely keep his eyes open.

“Ah, I’m sorry, love, I know, here,” he was like a rag doll when Martin lifted him. “This’ll help.” Tim watched the ease with which Martin navigated Jon. All sweet and kind, steadying his hands when they proved too shaky to hold the cup, testing his temperature with the inside of his wrist when Jon was distracted with swallowing down the medicine.

“Shouldn’t do this.” Whispered, lost and undone, as Martin tucked him in, gripping back tightly when Jon grew dizzy with the change. “M’sorry.”

“You say that too often, Boss.”

“Hush, both of you.” To Jon, “we can all talk later, when you’re feeling better. It’s okay to need help. It’s okay to rest.” And while he didn’t look convinced, he was helpless against the drag of that heavy, insistent tide of exhaustion.

“Never liked to owe people, our Jon.” Martin sighed, frustrated.

“It’s not a transaction. I wish he’d trust that I only want to help.” Tim snickered ruefully as Martin tucked stray salt and pepper strands behind Jon’s ears.

“He’s always been suspicious of decency.”

“That’s not right.” There was a lot wrong with it, and far too much to solve at this moment.

“You look knackered, Martin. Go home.” He needed caring for after keeping them all together like he’d done. “I’ve got it from here.”

“I don’t want to ask that of you.”

“You’re not asking, Marto.”

“Tim--”

“I need to. I. I need to do this.”

Tim was worried that the only reason Martin left him here alone was because he was too tired to spend another night here keeping an eye on the both of them. He only had himself to blame when it came to the loss of trust.

It was no secret his dislike of Jon.

He hadn’t forgotten his treatment of him just the other day. Yanking him up off the ground and shouting at him, blaming him for his confusion and unsteadiness, for worrying Martin while he’d been the one ill and frightened and unmoored on the dusty floor. A mournful cry jolted him out of his musings, and the nightmare didn’t sound kind, wrenching Jon awake and leaving him panting, narrow chest heaving, eyes wide and unfocused in the dim.

“Hey.” Soft and quiet, it didn’t stop Jon from jumping in surprise, nearly swooning when he jerked his head in the direction of his voice. “Back with me?”

“Tim.” Real surprise, he blinked hard, trying to clear his bleary vision. “Yeah. S’sorry.” Jon offered him a sheepish quirk of his lips.

“I’m the one who needs to apologize, Jon.” He swallowed thickly and Tim could hear the click in his throat, somewhere behind the bandage hiding that yawning red grin from sight.

“Wh’what?”

“I’ve treated you unfairly.”

“No, no, Tim. You. You had every right! I was out of line and suspected the worst with no proof and didn’t trust yo--” Jon was trying to get up, ignoring how it had to hurt, and when Tim made to stop him, he flinched in real fear and backed himself into the corner. “S’sorry. I. It’s, it isn’t you, I swear.” Guilt wrapped around Tim’s heart like a thorny vine at his stammering apologies, at the way Jon laughed at himself and scrubbed his face with the back of a bandaged hand, staring up at the ceiling as new tears pooled in his eyes. “A lot’s h’happened.” When he closed them, the damp rolled down his cheeks into the grey at his temple. “I,I,I know you don’t w’want to hear it. But I, I don’t have anything else left t’to offer and I’m so s’sorry.” Jon tucked up his knees and buried his tear-stained face in the blankets he pulled around himself. Scared and small and awaiting derision. Tim edged closer.

"Jon.” He reached out to touch and thought better of it. “I think. I think I'm ready to hear it now." Consumed by constant fear and torment, run ragged for months and months, when Jon risked glancing up at him Tim could finally look past his anger and see him. Flushed with fever, thin and drawn, bruised and beaten and burned.

But still Jon.

Still Jon, terrified of the kind of help he'd been taught by experience not to ask for. Not to accept. Not to trust. Not to need.

“No, n’no, Tim. It’s.” He sniffed, tried to offer Tim a watery smile. “M’not feeling w’well, heh. You know how I, how I am.”

“I know you don’t take care of yourself.” He continued before Jon could interrupt. “I know I’ve left you to deal with this alone.” Indeed, at the very first sign of trouble, Tim abandoned him to his own devices. “I understand why it’s been difficult to trust me.”

“Not just you.” Tim had to strain to hear him, voice tiny, wavering with misery. “It’s so hard to trust, I have to, to think about it, choose it, don’t I. Talk myself out of how a’afraid I am all the t’time. I can’t even trust myself, my words. I. They. It’s easier to not speak at all, if it can be helped. And I try. But. Tim.” Fraught, brown irises nearly swallowed by black pupil bored into him, begged him to listen, to see. “I’m a monster.”

“Jon--” He tugged at messy curls, ignoring the pain it had to cause, the spots of blood, and if Jon would let him, he would need to fix the wrappings after this. He’d folded into himself even tighter, rocking himself just slightly in an attempt at comfort.

“If everyone is saying it, it must be true. But I’m trying. I promise, Tim, I promise. I was hoping it counted for something, anything. I can’t. I.” He broke off, attempting to pull himself together, face contorted and when he noticed Tim’s stricken expression, stumbled on with half-thought out reassurances. “I, I won’t stop! T’trying, that is. I, I, I want to, to be better. I don’t want to hurt anyone. It’s not about counting, it’s about doing the right thing. Or something close to--it never seems to work out, I’m not. I keep doing the wrong things so I know--but I p’promise--and besides, D’Daisy’s watching, if you’re worried, heh.” He laughed, a little broken thing, tears glittering in his eyes. “She’ll put me d’down. If that makes you feel any better.”

And god how could he think Tim wanted that? Jon, living with the knowledge that any mistakes he made could lead to--

Hanging over his head. Just awaiting collapse.

“That’s. Jon, I don’t want her to do that.”

“Oh. Did.” Tim realized the pause was an attempt at managing his powers of compulsion. “Did you want to? Instead I mean?” Tim recoiled in horror at the genuine curiosity, the dull acceptance that they all might be waiting for their chance. Numbness flooded his fingers. And even though Tim knew Jon was trying to use the right words, the ones that would make him feel better, he was furious.

“How could you think that?!” Jon held up his raggedly bandaged hands, the blisters from digging his own grave and who knows what else hidden from view.

“I, I’m sorry, I. You’re right, that was stupid of me. I’m sorry, Tim, I’m sorry, I--” Tim cut him off by sweeping him into an embrace, pressing his face into his shoulder. He was little more than bones rattling around in a scarred and ruined skin, shaking in his arms, his own held away, stiff. Dear lord, what had he done? “T’Tim? I, I’m sorry I’ve upset you.”

“Stop it, Jon.” And he collapsed, spent from his outpouring, breath loud in Tim’s ear. “Just stop.” Tentative, Jon wrapped him up in return. “I’m going to do better.”

“You don’t--”

“I do. And I am.” Damp soaked into his sleeve despite the silence with which Jon sobbed, little more than uneven, ardent gasping as they clung to each other.

“B’but.” He pressed closer, starved for it. “I.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I’ve been so afraid.” Murmured against his shirt, Tim could feel the shapes of his words, the trembling of his lips.

“I’m sorry.”

“Are you. You mean. If, if you--I couldn’t stand it. If it wasn’t real.” Desperately, he whispered, thick with tears. “Don’t think I’d survive losing you again.” Too much loss. Too much all around and not one time had Tim thought about who he still had.

“I’m going to help you.” Tim realized then he’d been crying as well. “Like I should have from the start of this mess.” Gently, he pulled him away, took his damaged hands. “Let me get these fixed up. If Martin sees them, he’ll have both our heads on pikes.” For a moment, Tim was worried it was too soon, that Jon would need to hide this vulnerability from him, and he held his breath, until he nodded, just once.

It would take time, but they’d made a start.

#TMA #the magnus archives #tim stoker #jon sims #martin blackwood #pining #mending fences #sick #fever #injuries #fears #blood

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HomeBound, a TTP Fic

PSA- I don’t know how to do the “read more” thing and this is a long fic so, apolgies in advance for this long post. Also I wrote this at midnight in my notes app with absolutely no editing so, read at your own risk.

Summary: It’s been weeks since the Crown Prince of the Heartlands, Prince Wensclaus ran away from home. During his absence, he’s taken a spunky aspiring knight under his wing to distract from the pain of his disapproving parents. Although, anyone can tell it’s more than that. He genuinely cares for the kid. As for his own family, however, they are not content to lose him. Featuring aro/ace future Wensclaus, a non-binary TTP OC I made named Law, and an older, wiser, but generally unchanged Joan.

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Although it’s been years since Wensclaus has been to the Hinterlands, there’s something familiar about the way the wind whips at his hair, heavy with the promise of rain. There’s something familiar about the dull, incessant roar of leaves in the breeze, and there’s something familiar about the dry crunch of dirt beneath his heels as he bites his lower lip, drawing blood as he parries and ripostes a rather impressive attack to his left side.

This place definitely had never held the warm glow of home to him, but the landscape tugged at Polaroid memories all the same.

His assailant, far more used to the northernmost elements than Wensclaus, circled at a wide radius, letting limp their wrist in exertion and dragging the point of their sword in the dirt. Their face was leveled in an annoyed glare (it was rather early). Beneath their tunic, their chest rose and fell in quick succession.

“Careful,” Wensclaus muttered, “We just had the blacksmith sharpen that.”

His adversary lept back into action, once again assuming a rather bold offensive strategy, yet left their form with much to be desired. At any moment, really, he could send them toppling on their back, but this skirmish wasn’t staged for the purpose of an expedient victory.

Although they only employed a handful of successful attacks on Wensclaus, he couldn’t help but to find himself surpised by their skill level. That, or the fact that without the rigid background of swordsman training, they were afforded the ability to combine techniques in a fluid manner without so much as a second thought. It was a skill that he himself envied.

The sparring match between the pair often drawn a crowd of onlookers, as entertainment in the Hinterlands dwindled after Barrabas returned to the Midlands. However, the mist on the plains had yet to evaporate and the cock had yet to crow, so they were alone in their back and forth dance.

Or so they thought.

Through the mist, an imposing horseback figure drew closer and closer, regarding the fight with vague curiosity. She watched the epic climax, and subsequent end, as the younger swordsperson unexpectedly threw Wensclaus off balance and tumbling to the ground.

“Do you yield,” Law said with a false air of suave.

“Ah, I’ve been bested,” Wensclaus replied in a similar play of false airs, “I yield, I yield! Spare me, lest I suffer a worser fate.”

Law laughed and held out a hand to Wensclaus and pulled him up.

“Good work with your offense,” Wensclaus praised, “Your footwork has improved greatly.”

“While yours has only grown sloppier since you’ve been gone.” The mystery spectator cut in. Her horse drew closer in the mist, and with horrifying realization Wensclaus realized it was his Aunt Joan. She dismounted and strode towards the pair.

Wensclaus gripped his sword, unsure if he wanted a fight or a reunion.

The head knight in question stood with an innate intimidating posture that made Wensclaus feel like a child again. However, that clearly wasn’t the case; Wensclaus had grown into his gangly limbs and assumed a self-assured posturer, and the constant eroding factor of time had etched wrinkles into Joan’s face and dusted Grey into her hair.

“Look, It’s the no-fun police,” Law scowled, crossing their arms, yet hiding slightly behind Wensclaus. He only sighed.

“Your fathers have been worried sick for you, Wensclaus,” Joan said softly, “they miss you terribly.”

Wensclaus kicked a stone, “Thats very inconvenient for them. I hope they feel better.”

“Wen-“

“No.” Wensclaus shouted. He wanted to continue, but he then became hyper-aware of Law, himself over seven years their senior, ducking behind the heavy mass of his cloak and gripping it slightly. He sighed. Not here.

“Can we continue this somewhere else?”

——

After a whispered argument that warmed Wensclaus’s heart but ultimately convinced him of Law’s protective yet stubborn nature, he found himself seated across the table from Joan in the only tavern in town and Law sulking outside as they waited for the adults to finish up. A daunting mug of root beer sat in front of him, which was much more interesting than the steely grey eyes of his pseudo-aunt.

“I can’t believe they sent my babysitter to come pick me up,” Wensclaus began, deciding to skip the small talk and poke the sleeping elephant with a stick. Or whatever the idiom is about.

“Wensclaus,” Joan began.

“Like, ok, they have a kingdom to run, but I’ve seen my Dad pull holidays out of his ass so we could have a vacation. They could have come themselves-“

“Your fathers did not send for me, Wensclaus.” Joan cut Wensclaus off with an impressive gulp of definetly-not-root beer. “I doubt they even know where you are. Not that they haven’t been searching, of course. As far as they’re concerned, I’m farther up North to check up on a dwarf problem your Uncle Darling is having.”

Wensclaus’s face drew up as he straightened in his booth. “Wait, then how did you-“

“It just made sense,” Joan replied, “You experienced perceived rejection and to cope you returned back to the place where you first received rejection. The little knight you found, however, was a nice touch. They’re coming along quite nicely. I’m proud.”

The explicit praise did not fly over Wensclaus’s head, “I’m that predictable, huh?”

“You’re not predictable, just human,” Joan shrugged, then at Wensclaus’s face, continued, “That’s just what Cecily has been telling me. And for the record, I’m not telling them you’re here until you’re ready to be found.”

Wensclaus leaned back in his chair and stared down at the frothy mess of his root-beer.

“They all miss-“

“It’s just hard.” Wensclaus said, without emotion. Joan remained quiet this time.

“It’s hard when, you know, everyone is talking about you, like, oh look at Prince Wensclaus! He’s like, I don’t know, in his mid-twenties, and tied down to no one,” Wensclaus laughed dryly, “His parents, they were married by age eighteen. Basically invented love and all that shit. How massive of a failure do you have to be to not love anyone when those are your role models?”

“You must be pretty fucked up.” He wiped a tear from his eye. “God it’s just... it’s so hard. I’m nothing like them and... it’s so hard.”

“You love me, don’t you?” Joan said, “And what about your Aunt Cecily?”

Wensclaus regraded Joan strangely, “Well, yeah, but not like-“

“What about your Uncles up North, Darling and Percy?” Joan continued, “Or your little knight?”

“Joan, it’s not like-“

“Your fathers?” Joan pressed, “Do you not love them?”

“I do, Joan, but that doesn’t count!” Wensclaus snapped. A few patrons across the bar glanced over. Face flushing, Wensclaus lowered his voice and relaxed his clenched fists, “That’s not the point, it-“

“You’re right,” Joan said, “The point is that you feel angry because of the high expectations inadvertently placed on your shoulders by your fathers because you’re different. But to say you love no one is so... far from the truth. Love takes many forms, and they can all be fulfilling.”

Wensclaus gave no response, instead favoring the mug in his hands than making eye contact with Joan. He was holding himself back from lashing out again.

“When I came out to my father, as both gay and a knight,” Joan began, “He tried to fix me.”

This caught Wensclaus’s attention.

“He set me up with all kinds of guys,” Joan laughed, “even a pig farmer. Enrolled me in all these classes for lady-etiquette and had me fitted for a ball gown corset. I was so angry, I ran away.”

“But you and your dad get along great,” Wensclaus said, “He’s over at your and Aunt Cecily’s cottage almost every weekend.”

“Now we get along great,” Joan corrected, “But this was all when you were very young.”

This satisfied Wensclaus’s confusion.

“I guess in the end he was afraid for me and afraid for himself,” Joan said, “Everything I was doing he had never seen done before, and that was scary. When people are scared, they do dumb things, like threaten to estrange their children.”

“Why are you telling me this?” Wensclaus asked slowly.

“When Cecily found out about what my father had threatened, she marched her little sequined self down to the pub he was hiding out in and gave him a piece of her mind,” Joan continued, “After you left, that’s exactly what I did to your fathers.”

“What?” Wensclaus finally cracked a smile, “You yelled at my dads?”

Joan shrugged, “It’s not the first time. I love them, Wensclaus, I really do, but they can be incredibly thick sometimes.”

That sobered him up, “Yeah.”

“They reacted the way they did not because they didn’t love you anymore, Wens,” Joan reaches across the table and grabbed his hand, “They reacted that way because what you were describing was something they had never seen done before, and they were scared for what that meant for you.”

“That still doesn’t make it right,” he replied.

“You’re right. It was wrong, which is exactly why Rupert has written and rewritten his formal apology to you several dozen times, so you know that in fourteen different languages that he loves you no matter what,” Joan replied, “And Amir is currently drafting legislation to nationally recognize aromanticism as a romantic identity and provide funding to revise public service announcements to include it. It was wrong of them to react the way they did, and they only thing they want in the world is to take it back.”

“Wow, I-“ Wensclaus suddenly found himself speaking through tears, “I don’t-“

“I’m not going to force you to come home before you’re ready,” Joan said steadily, “But I want you to know that when you are, there’s a place for you.”

It was embarrassing, the way that Wensclaus began sobbing in the tavern like that. The eyes of half a dozen hitherlandians landed on his shaking frame as the head knight of the heartlands held him to her chest. She ran her fingers through his hair, just like she used to when he had nightmares about the Despair. But this was so much worse, because this was not about an enemy he could defeat; rather, it was the floodgates of relief mixing with the festering hurt that had been building in him ever since he stepped foot out of the palace gates. Dimly, he was aware of the soft reassurances his aunt whispered into his ear, but in his determination to speak through his tears it all was mush.

“I want to go home,” he said hoarsely, and he felt the same relief within Joan.

—-

As the door to the tavern opened, Law jumped up from the ground and ran up to Wensclaus. However, after they took in his tear-stained face and Joan’s arm on his shoulder, they stumbled back, as if flinching in pain and disbelief.

“So you’re going back?” Law seethed, “Just like that?”

Wensclaus made brief eye contact with Joan, who released her arm from his shoulder and walked off with a nod. He returned his attention to Law and wiped his eyes.

“Yeah,” he said, “I’m going back. I can’t hide here forever.”

“But they said-“

“And they realized they were wrong,” Wensclaus finished, “I want to give them another chance before I cut them off entirely. If Joan can do it... then I guess I can too.”

His rationalization only caused his mentee to spiral further, “A-And what are you going to do, huh? Just.... leave me here?”

Wensclaus’s face drew up as an emotional knife stabbed cleanly through his heart. This scene felt all too familiar, except never from this perspective.

“No, no, of course not. No. Never. You’re going to come with me and Joan,” he said, placing his arms in Law’s shoulders in an attempt to ground them, “I mean, only if that’s what you want.”

“I won’t fit in,” Law said quietly, “It will be... weird.”

Wensclaus laughed, “I didn’t fit in either. It’s not that weird.”

In a conspiratorial tone, he added, “Plus, everyone there is weird. Just wait until you meet my Uncle Darling.”

That caused Law to smile as they held their hands on top of Wensclaus’s on their shoulders.

“Wensclaus,” Joan called out from her horse, “Little Knight.”

The pair glanced up from their conversation as Joan trotted closer.

“You coming?”

Wensclaus straightened up, leaving a hand in Law’s shoulder.

“Yeah. Let’s go home.”

#the two princes #the two princes podcast #prince rupert #prince amir #prince Wensclaus #sir joan #sir Joan ttp #the two princes fic #wens and Joan call everyone aunt and uncle because I’m a baby for the found family trope and the og ttp gang all are a family #rumir

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