#so like there's a main 'sir' he said that since you're coming late you should stay late as well finish all your work and go

[siriuslynephilim]

how are you surviving this flippant friday

babe SO TERRIBLE i almost fought with the superiors at work today because they wouldn't let me go home even tho i had no work????

[writingoddess1125]

I Fell in love Alone pt.2

Are you guys okay!? Why do you want more sad stuff?! Hugs you all

Buggy x GN reader

Sad Angst

No warnings just sadness

Enjoy depression part 2!

It had been three weeks... three weeks since you had stopped speaking and visiting Buggy and he was a wreck... at first he played it cool, acting like he had dropped you for a few toy even betting people to join him in bed but- it wasn't the same.. he had never felt so empty before- not since Shanks betrayed him and that was a feeling had never wanted back.

He was snappier and his temper somehow worse- almost of his late night partners he had tried to fill his space could t even step into the room or touch him before he snapped and sent them away as their presence didn't provide the same comfort.

Buggy couldn't help but watch your every move, Waiting for some indication that you'd come back- That you'd get jealous or maybe lonely like he was.. but that didn't seem to be the case- you seemed okay without him.

You were starting to heal- despite having to see Buggy almost everywhere or see people leaving his room when you past by to get to the crew sleeping quarters, oddly you felt like you were getting better. The cracks were still their but slowly filling with a self love you weren't sure was their before.

You talked to some friends you hadn't spoke to in a while since you had been so into Buggy that he occupied your everything. It had been nice, even if at night you'd feel that same ache or hollowness but it was shrinking...

Tonight had been a party, for what reason you didn't know but it just ment slightly better food and more alcohol for everyone. So seated on a barrel you and your friends play some cards and drink, laughing and just talking.

"(Y/N) I dont want to ruin the mood but...You know- I never did ask, How was your relationship with Buggy?" They ask, You taking a breath as you sip your own drink.

"In the beginning it was great... the passion, the feeling of him being with me- I thought it was love but I think it was just infatuation and easy access for him- while for me it was obsession" You admit, a bitter taste going over your tongue at such words.

"It was when I realized that- he left first always.. never kissed me and used me like some prop..how he never asked about me, never cared and... I wasnt what hebreally wanted- I was just his status symbol" You wince at your own words, hot tears welling in your eyes.

"It was my fault however. I should have never fell in love with him. Cause now I have to learn how to fall out of love with him, thats why next time we dock im leaving..." You admit, your friends looking on you in sympathy as they pour you another drink.

You and your friends cheered together at 'Learning to fall out of love and till the next adventure' And drank together the rest of the night. You had a higher tolerance due to spending so much time with Buggy- so by the time the rest of the crew had retired for the night you went up to get some fresh air on the main deck still raw from the conversation that took place with your friends.

You walk out to see Buggy, drunk off his ass and barely able to stand against the rails of his ship, the almost dozen rolling bottles clued you in he was most likely had binge drank and was close to blackout. Reaching over quickly to grab him before he accidently went overboard and pulling him back-

"Captian what are yo-" You stopped as you saw him, he looked a reck.... His makeup was flaky and old, his hair a awful mess and he looked like he had been fished out of some sewer drain then your Captian.

"D-Dont call me that- I hate it when you c Hic Me Capitan! Buggy- Only you can call me Buggs!" He said angrily, swaying opposite to the pull and push of the waves.

"Sir you're drunk let's get you inside" You say softly, reaching out to grab his coat to pull him inside but he grabbed your hand hard and held it in an iron grasp.

"No! I want you back (Y/N)! You need to come back now!" He yelled, scaring you a bit at the tone of voice but in truth you were scared he was going to hurt himself..

"Cap.. Buggy- Im here i dont" You were cut off again as he staggered forward- almost falling on you if he hadn't caught his own weight slamming into the rails again. You pulling him back.

"No! I want you back with me! I- I want you back...you have to stay..." He mumbled, Your face blooming in surprise by the words coming from his lips.

"I learned them! I learned them all! I know your favorite colors, your birthday, the village you came from and what foods you like and dislike... T-That I embarrassed you..." He started to trail off as tears welled in his eyes and he staggered to the side.

"How you didn't feel like I cared for you... i-i didn't hold you at night and tell you how important you are to me.. how you thought I never kissed you or would leave you in the morning cause i didnt care-" He said the last sentence angrily and tossed the mostly empty rum bottle on the ground watching how it shattered. "How you're going to leave..."

"I.. Buggy how did you-" You mutter, before Buggy stammered towards you and reached into your coat pocket with a heavy hand and pulled out his own ear- you never knew it was missing to begin with and forgot how often you wear this coat. Smacking it to the side of his head as he stumbled at reattaching his limb.

"I kissed you every morning before I left.. I don't get much sl-sleep and so I'd wake up and just watch the sun hit you're face.. kiss you gently before leaving for the day..." He admitted, you feeling your heart squeeze at his words as well as the slight embrassment that he heard your woes to your friends about himself- or worse he drank himself like this cause he did hear you.

"I... don't know what love is.. I don't think I've ever truly felt it.. familial bonds... brotherly kinship.. but never love- B-But I think what I feel for you is it? I-Im not sure but I feel like my chest is being cut open when I look at the bed and you're not there with me... when I dont feel your warmth on my hand... or your voice telling me anything" tears began to roll down his tears fully, He looked so sad and lonely...

"Buggy..." You say softly, Watching tears run down his face washing what remained of his tattered makeup. How he hiccups both from crying and being drunk.

"I-I miss you (Y/N)..." He admitted, falling onto his knees finally as he ignored the pokes of the glass entering him. Tears continuing to flow freely as he bowed his head.

You couldn't watch this... reaching down you help him to his feet, feeling how heavy he was and the sour smell of BO that radiated off of him. Bringing him back to his quarters you set him on the bed to get him cleaned up.

He almost looked comatose, tears still running down his cheeks silently as you clean the makeup from his face and pull off his sour dirty clothes. Getting a wet rag to give him some sort of bath like he was a child- it wasnt like you hadnt seen him naked before, babbling drunk nonsense leaving him as you did so and help him into fresh underwear which he stumbles and ends up just detaching his legs lazily to help. But his hand always an iron grasp onto you in some way.

"Alright let's get you into bed..." You say softly, still fairly conflicted about all of this. Ready to just make sure the captian is safe enough to were he doesn't choke on his own vomit in his sleep and return to the crew quarters but he sobs and grabs you.

"Stay- please!" He begs, Having never heard this level of total panic from him- He looked so vulnerable.. in boxers, drunk, without his makeup of mask and emotionally a open book... you couldn't leave him like this.

So you removed your coat and climb in next to him. He held onto you, like what he would do every night you two had shared together. However now you understood, feeling that desperation in his grasp you had never understood before.

"Please stay with me (Y/N)..." You hear him whisper, burying his face into your neck further like he could hide from the world against you.

"...I know I'm not much... I'm not the strongest... not the smartest and-d not handsome but... I'll do anything for you... just please- don't leave me too" You feel your heart break at the softness of his words and how broken he sounded. How you had manages to crumble this paper lion- you held him tighter and rubbed circles in his back to lull him to sleep silently.

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Come Home

MAIN MASTERLIST

Pairing: (Ominis Gaunt x Reader)

Song: Willow Tree March by The Paper Kites

Concept: What if Ominis’ aunt didn’t die in the Scriptorium and instead left the Gaunt family? What if Ominis went to go live with his aunt in America?

Author’s Note: Starting to finally calm down in my busy life and have a little bit of time to write. I had this idea while listening to the song and I couldn’t help but write it. Ominis, my poor baby, deserves to be happy so I wrote a fic where he does get to be happy. Anyways, I hope you enjoy it!

It had only been a few months since he left. Ominis Gaunt in all his magnificent glory was taken away from his rotten family to live with his aunt in America. Of course, Sebastian and I were overjoyed for him for we knew the true harshness that came with being a Gaunt. Ominis was a kind and gentle soul, so undeserving of his family's cruelty and hatred. So, it made complete sense as to why I should be happy for him. His aunt who was just like him was alive. His only loving and caring familial relation was alive and well and wanting to save him from the very family she ran from. Yet…I believe that Sebastian, Anne, and I were Ominis’s family. We kept him safe and sane all those years. I held him in the undercroft. We laughed with him and played the horrific game of gobstones. Hogwarts was our home, and we were a family, but now he’s gone. 

I remember that fateful day we all saw him off to America. His leather suitcase in hand and hair styled so neatly that no matter how many times I ran my fingers through it it would never change. I knew I’d see Ominis again. I knew we’d write every day, but he was my family and he was leaving. I’d no longer see him next to me in History of Magic dozing off or have his companionship when I went to raid the kitchens late at night. No longer would Ominis dawn his Hogwarts uniform, but instead dawn the one of Ilvermorny. He was going to make new friends. He was going to make a new family. And just as I knew we’d always be friends, he’d move on because that is what happens with life; It moves on and so do you. 

So that’s what I tried to do, move on. Of course, moving on worked just like that day we had blast-ended skrewts in Care of Magical Creatures. Sebastian knew I wasn’t faring well without Ominis, but I knew he was hurting just the same. Natty tried her best to cheer me up. We’d go for walks in the forbidden forest or grab a butterbeer or two from the Three Broomsticks. Poppy comforted me in her own manner and in doing so my collection of rescued magical creatures grew. Yet no matter how much butterbeer I drank, flights over the castle I took, or magical creatures I rescued, the hole Ominis left could never be filled. 

I almost began to think that the hole would never be filled. 

_____

“No Garreth, you aren’t listening. You’ve got to give each of the mallowsweet plants three drops of the water and fertilizer mixture,” I chuckled as I pushed myself onto Garreth’s station. My legs swung back and forth and I observed the red head’s careful measuring. He may have a reputation in potions, but I refuse to let that reputation bleed into herbology. 

Garreth gave me a hearty laugh as his hands carefully distributed the mixture to the mallowsweets. 

“Good,” I smiled before patting him on the head. 

“Merlin, Y/N,” Garreth said, “I’m not one of your puffskein.” Garreth set down the mixture before sending me a smirk. 

“Well, if you're not a puffskein, then why does your hair look like one. Don’t you see how puffy your locks are?” I fluffed up Garreth’s hair and styled it to look exactly like the small furry creatures. 

“Hey, hey not the hair,” Garreth whined. 

“ Sorry, forgive me, good sir,” I sarcastically said, “I don’t want to ruin your chances with Miss Imelda Reyes.”

Garreth rolled his eyes. “I’ll have you know that I am not infatuated with Imel–”

It was a strange occurrence. One moment I’m teasing Garreth until his ears turn pink and the next it’s like I’ve lost my breath. My heart clenches and leaps forward and my hair stands up. My ears are no longer listening to Garreth as the voice in my mind grows louder and louder. 

Run. Run. Run. 

“Y/N? Are you alright?” Garreth asked.

I look down at Garreth. “He’s here,” I mutter. Snapping out of my daze, I jump down from the desk. “Garreth, mind taking my stuff back to the common room for me? I have to–I just–I’ve got to go.” 

I don’t give Garreth time to respond before I’m out of the herbology classroom. I vaguely hear Garreth and Professor Garlick calling after me but my mind, heart, and soul are tuned to the sound of another song: he’s here, he’s here, he’s here. 

The halls of Hogwarts pass me by as I dash down the stairs and across the stone floors. With nothing in my way, my legs take me farther and faster. It’s as if I’ve drunk a potion of speed. The beat of the song grows louder the longer I run. I have no clue where I’m running, but I know where to go. I’m going to him wherever he is. 

_____

“Don’t go,” I whispered. My hand is in between his cold palms. 

“She’s my family.” Ominis said the words like they were law. 

“What about Sebastian, Anne, and I?” I asked. “I thought we were your family.”

Ominis opened and closed his mouth while his milky white eyes darted around. “It’s not the same.”

“But it is. You are my family. Please Ominis. I’ve already lost Professor Fig and almost lost Sebastian. I can’t lose you too.” I began to cry. I am not sure why, but I always seemed to cry in the Astronomy tower. 

The stars were beautiful that night as Ominis tried to comfort me with vague promises. My hands were no longer in his, but now clutching his robes with an intensity I never knew I had. It was if I were to let go, he’d disappear. When I did let go the next morning, Ominis did vanish. He stepped on that boat and was gone. 

_____

The cobbled stone of the pathway beneath my feeling echoed the sound of my boots. The early afternoon autumn sun beat down on my figure, inducing a sweat on my brow. Lacewing flies buzzed to the side as the faint sounds of the forbidden forest chirped in my ears. 

Odd looks passed my way as I darted between wizards and witches promenading along the road. Nothing was going to stop me from where I was going–where I needed to be. 

Soon I passed through Hogsmeade. The smells of candy and butterbeer crept into my senses. Each experience reminded me of him, of where I was running.

As the song grew louder, my feet ran faster, and my breath grew heavier. As I run, I can’t think of a time when I ran this fast without my life on the line. I ran too much during my 5th year at Hogwarts. I ran from goblins, poachers, and villains. I ran from myself and those I loved. I ran and ran and ran. I hated running yet here I was running once more. But this time I was running to something. I was running for something. 

The song grew quiet. The urge to run faded. My feet stopped at the train station. Steam was still coming out from the head of the train. People stepped off and filled the station. My lungs heaved as I remembered to breathe. My eyes scanned over the crowd. I knew he’d be here. I believed. 

People dispersed as they found their loved ones. Kisses were exchanged and hugs were given to those reunited. Each scene made my heart yearn. More and more people left, the more I grew worried. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe I ran for no reason. Maybe I ran here just to run away. Maybe in my delusion and aching, I cried out for Ominis when he couldn’t hear me. Maybe…

There was no one at the station anymore. My breath collected and the sweat on my forehead cooled. It was just me in my uniform and the train about to depart. He was supposed to be here. 

A noise came from behind me. It was either a cough or a grunt, I couldn’t tell, but I didn’t want to believe it. I wanted to have misheard. My head turned around and there he was. 

Ominis with his dirty blonde hair and star-kissed face stood on the platform in front of me. His eyes were nervous as he held his wand in front of him. In his other hand held his luggage. 

For a moment neither of us said anything. I knew he knew I was there, just as I knew. I felt my heart skip and my face heat up at the sight of him. He was just as beautiful as the day he left. 

“Y/N?” Ominis whispered. It was as if he didn’t dare to speak aloud, scared to break the dream.

“Y/N, I’m–” I silenced Ominis with a hug. My arms squeezed tight as my head buried itself into his chest. Ominis’s luggage dropped to the platform and his hand now free wrapped around me with as much vigor as I hugged him. He was here. His heartbeat underneath my ear beating faster than mine. His breath was on the crown of my head. Ominis was home and now so was I.

“You’re home,” I cried into his chest. 

“I’m home,” Ominis soothed. “And I’m here to stay.” 

I pull back from the hug and give him a look of disbelief. “What about your Aunt?” 

Ominis chuckled. His foggy eyes float over my face. “All she asked for was my summer holidays. Other than that I’m yours. After all, Hogwarts is my home.” 

My laugh sniffles my tears of joy. “Well then,” I said, “Let’s get you back to Hogwarts. I’m sure everyone is intrigued as to where I ran off to. After all, I did run out of herbology to find you.” 

His eyes widened at my confession. “What about–”

“Doesn’t matter now that you’re here,” I smiled before locking his arm with mine. Once his luggage was back in his hand, the two of us left the station, loving smiles on our faces, hands held together with Hogwarts in our sights. 

_____

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[mysteryshoptls]

SSR Epel Felmier Dorm Uniform Personal Story: Part 3

"Let me goooo!!"

(Part 1) (Part 2) Part 3

―Time machine delivery day

???: …pel... Epel!

[Ignihyde Dorm – Lounge]

Epel: Yeaaahhnn…?

Epel: Eh… Woah, when did I fall asleep!? 'N wait, why're ya… why are you here?

Vil: I came to check up on you, since your deadline is noon today. Good grief, I cannot believe you fell asleep on the floor like this.

Vil: So? Is the time machine finished?

Epel: Ah… We did. Please look at this!

Epel: You know how there's the story that the "Fairest Queen of All" made some poisoned apples?

Epel: I tried using that as my motif.

Epel: First, you can see that the whole exterior is painted the color of a ripe and shiny red apple.

Epel: It should make anyone want to reach out to grab it… Basically, I wanted to focus on making it look as delicious as possible!

Vil: Mhm… Continue.

Epel: Yessir. Another cool thing I added to the machine is a design that disappears when it's stopped, but appears when it's activates.

Epel: I'm going to turn it on to test it out, so please watch.

Vil: ! There's paint on the tire that was tucked underneath… Is this a drawing of a skull?

Epel: Yes! 'Cause it's said that a skull appeared on the poisoned apple that the Queen made before it turned all shiny and red…

Epel: I tried putting the skull mark somewhere that can't be seen from the outside until it starts up.

Epel: This here's my best attempt at an "appropriately beautiful" time machine!

Vil: …Let me ask you one thing. What was your reason for changing the motif to the poison apple?

Epel: Uhh… When I tried to incorporate the peacock into the design, I really couldn't tell if it was any good, or if it was terrible…

Epel: But then, I reckoned no one's better'n me when it comes ta makin' apples all pretty…!!

Vil: …...

Vil: …Heh. Finally, you were able to find a design that just screams "you."

Epel: …! Yes, sir!

Vil: Alright then, I'll leave the key to this magical wheel with you, Epel.

Epel: Eh? Why me?

Vil: I'll be heading back ahead of you, so you should deliver the time machine to the film club.

Vil: It still needs to be delivered by noon, as scheduled, so don't be late. Understand?

Epel: …If you're in a rush, you should just take it yourself… Wait, hold on!?

Epel: Does that mean that I'm allowed to ride it all the way to the set, then…?

Epel: Oooooooooooo yayyy!!!

Idia: Urgh… Epel-shi, so noisy… You're making my sleep-deprived head throb...

Epel: Ah! S-Sorry, Idia-san.

Epel: I can't believe I'm gonna get to ride on a magic wheel, I've been wanting to do this forever… And it's one I actually designed.

Epel: ―Okay, I gotta go fast all the way to the main building!

[Main Street]

Film Club Student A: Hm…? What's that? Something's coming at us from the main gate.

Rook: That's a magical wheel. The one riding it is… Ah, Monsieur Pommette, or rather, Epel-kun.

Film Club Student A: The vehicle looks shiny just like a real apple… And it's so beautiful, it really goes with his Pomefiore dorm uniform.

Film Club Student B: And on top of that, while he's driving that thing, Epel-kun has a different kind of glow from his usual fragile looking self.

Film Club Student C: I agree. His dignified gaze, his dauntless grin… I'm so drawn in that I cannot look away.

Rook: Did you hear that, Vil? Everyone has nothing but praise for Epel-kun!

Vil: Fufu, it seems it was a hit with the potatoes.

Epel: Ah… There they are! Vil-san! I've come to deliver the product, as promised.

Epel: Gotta put it in park… alright. Uh, alright, I'll be leaving then.

Vil: Not yet, Epel. Stay right there.

Vil: ―Film club members, lend me your ears! I have an announcement to make on our next film.

Vil: About the previously undecided lead role… I've decided to give the part to Epel here.

Epel: Eh… Ehh!?

Vil: You all saw it, yes? Saw how Epel looked while riding the time machine.

Vil: I believe that there is no one more suited for the lead role than this one here. Are there any objections?

Rook: His arrival on the time machine earlier definitely did look to be like a scene one would see in a movie.

Film Club Student B: That's true. I have to give props for how awe-inspiring it was. I suppose I can let him take the spotlight this time.

Epel: W-Wait a moment. Wasn't I just here to help with the design…?

Vil: It's been decided. I'll make sure to thoroughly train you into a proper actor, so best prepare yourself.

Vil: First, we'll need to get you in costume. Costume designers, take Epel to the club room.

Film Club Students: Yes, sir!

Epel: I-I never said anything about doing… Let me goooo!!

Vil: …The way his eyes sparkle when it's something he's interested in versus not is much too different. Really, he truly is a troublesome little apple.

Rook: I agree that the Epel-kun we saw just now was glowing much differently than yesterday…

Rook: Were you perhaps planning this as your finale the whole time?

Vil: ―Now, I wonder.

(Part 1) (Part 2) Part 3

[tenebraevesper]

Five Nights at Freddy's: Salvaged, Night 20: Left Behind

''I was left behind! All this torture will unwind, I was never all that kind! If you were to rewind, then you would find I was left behind! Take your turn to run and hide, I will catch you all the time! This night no longer shines, your tears divine, you'll now be mine! We hope you enjoyed the show within your grave down below!''

– Left Behind by DAGames (Five Nights at Freddy's: Sister Location)

xXxXxXx

Connor knocked on the door of the manager's office, waiting for the lazy ''Come in!'', and entered it. The manager was an elderly man who looked like he'd rather be at home and drinking beer than at this establishment.

''Ah, Mr. Davis, is there anything you need?'' the manager asked. Connor took a deep breath.

''I wanted to voice my concerns about the recent events. A lazy security guard and a missing employee isn't very good for Ricky's. I was wondering whether I could, aside from doing my regular job, also apply for the night guard job,'' Connor said, with the manager frowning. He then added, ''I would just make sure no one is on the premises after closure in order to prevent more accidents like this.''

''I will have to think about this, but considering how you're a longtime employee, have a clean record, are usually the last one to leave and we still cannot find a replacement night guard, you might get the job. Of course, we will also have to discuss your hours and paycheck for that,'' the manager said.

''I believe we will find a solution that problem,'' Connor replied, with the manager rising an eyebrow. ''It doesn't have to even be official. I'll just be on the closing shift as usual, but leave a while later after making sure no one is here.''

He knew that it wouldn't take much to convince the manager. He knew that he wanted to cut costs while pretending that everything was running smoothly and by the book. Not to mention, putting an employee as reliable as Connor was on the night guard position would spare him the hassle of having to hire a new night guard, especially since the day shift guard refused to take the night shift.

''I guess you're getting a promotion then,'' the manager said.

''Thank you, sir,'' Connor replied, exiting the office and walking towards the main area, grinning.

xXx

Sam yawned, checking her phone. It was late evening, with her and Springtrap being in her room after having finished cleaning the kitchen. Emma was a little upset about the broken dishes, although she didn't mourn the vase, calling it ugly and noting how she wanted to replace it anyways. However, she was glad things didn't escalate and Sam didn't end up scarred or worse.

''You seem to be really satisfied about this,'' Springtrap told Sam.

''Of course I am. After all, I managed to help someone improve their life, or rather, afterlife,'' Sam replied.

''Honestly, I'm just glad that she's gone,'' Springtrap said, with Sam noticing the bitterness in his tone. Before she could question him, they heard shuffling in front of the door and Emma peeked into the room.

''You two are still awake?'' she said, with Springtrap giving her a questioning look. She narrowed her eyes. ''You know what I meant, Afton.''

''Mum, could we borrow the car for tomorrow?'' Sam asked.

''As long as you manage to wake up early to drive me to work,'' Emma replied. ''Where are you even going to?''

Sam and Springtrap briefly exchanged glances, only to see Emma giving them a Don't you dare to lie to me look.

''We planned to visit an abandoned building called Circus Baby's Entertainment and Rental,'' Sam said. Emma didn't seem to recognize the name.

''So, what is that place? Are you completely sure that it is abandoned?'' Emma asked.

''It is,'' Springtrap replied, with Emma giving him a confused look. ''At least it was the last time I was there, more than a year ago.''

''Should I even ask why you were there?'' Emma said, crossing her arms.

''I used to own it, and rest assured, it is completely empty,'' Springtrap replied. ''There are no people and no animatronics, just robotic parts and empty rooms.''

''I see,'' Emma muttered, looking a little skeptical. ''Anyways, don't stay up too late, else someone is going to sleep outside. I'm not that picky about who this person will be.''

She added the last part when she noticed Sam grinning, looking satisfied when Sam's eyes widened and her smile instantly vanished. Emma left, with Sam and Springtrap exchanging glances.

''To be honest, I'm not sure whether she was messing with us again or was completely serious about this,'' Sam said.

''I don't think we should take any chances,'' Springtrap replied. ''In any case, we have a plan for tomorrow and we can discuss the details in the morning.''

He was about to get up and leave, only for Sam to grab his hand, forcing him to stay. He was a little confused when he saw the annoyed look on her expression.

''Remember how I told you that I'm getting better at picking up on whenever you feel upset about something? I'm quite sure that there's something you didn't want to tell me earlier,'' Sam said as Springtrap sat back, looking a little flustered and anxious.

''I don't think I need to explain whom that little girl reminded me of,'' Springtrap said.

''No, but the children are gone, aren't they?'' Sam said. ''That chapter of your life is supposed to be over, isn't it? Even though it does influence your current situation.''

''True, but the more I think about it, the more I feel that not all of them are gone,'' Springtrap replied.

''You mean that entity?'' Sam asked, with Springtrap nodding.

''If anything, I'm certain that this entity is completely different from the voice that told me that I'd be back, for whatever reason they had,'' he explained.

''Considering how things are, you've been brought back to be tortured. Apparently, the Hell you faced wasn't enough,'' Sam said, noticing that Springtrap looked quite crestfallen. ''There is something else, isn't it?''

''How would you feel if I just left?'' he asked. He noticed the reluctant look on her expression, as she understood what he meant. It was more than obvious that she refused to let him leave, which he actually felt relieved about.

''Well, if you wanted to leave, it is your decision…'' Sam muttered.

''Sam, be honest with your feelings,'' Springtrap said calmly, in the same tone Sam used to talk to him in such situations.

''No, I don't want to you to leave,'' Sam said, now in a more confident tone, only to feel Springtrap patting her on the head.

''I know. I am not going to leave you,'' Springtrap told her. ''At least not unless forced, and even then, I doubt I would just abandon you. Besides, I'm quite satisfied with being back, so that's an additional reason for staying here.''

Sam smiled, with Springtrap feeling a warm sensation in his chest.

Even if I have to leave, it'll be on my own terms.

xXx

''It should be here somewhere,'' Springtrap said as he looked through the window of the car. The two were searching for Circus Baby's Entertainment and Rental location. Springtrap felt a little tense about visiting it again, as he wondered whether everything remained the same, or whether the location was still there.

''Is this it?'' Sam asked, parking in next to the building next to an empty lot. There was an old rusty sign on it, saying CIRCUS BABY'S ENTERTAINMENT AND RENTAL, with the image of Circus Baby holding a microphone on the top of the sign. However, the colors were faded and chipped. The lot also had a broken fence around it, but it didn't seem like it was necessary for keeping intruders out. The whole place was decrepit and gave off a creepy vibe. The two exited the car, walking over to the building, with Springtrap being stunned.

''I can't believe this place is still here,'' he said. ''I thought that Henry had torn it down and burned the remains.''

''Well, I have no complaints about this place still being here,'' Sam said, looking quite excited. ''Let's go inside.''

Springtrap nodded, although he still stood on the spot, staring at the building. He did feel a little reluctant about entering it, as he didn't know what he might find there. Everything could've been the same as he left it, but it was also possible that there was nothing there. He sighed.

It's time to see what is lurking underground.

xXx

''Is there a bunny plushie?''

''No…''

''But, I want one!''

Kathy looked at her younger brother, who was just as annoyed as she was that the only plushies were those of Ricky and the Misfits. The two hoped that they could find a plushie that looked similar to that green-golden bunny with the purple bowtie.

Speaking of the bunny, nobody had seen it. Sure, the two hadn't visited Ricky's in a while, but they were sure that the bunny would still be here. They asked a few older kids and even an employee about the strange bunny animatronic, but none of them had even noticed that he was there. The two felt disappointed, as they wanted to play with him.

They knew that the bunny was there, but everyone else acted like he didn't exist. What was going on?

''Maybe he doesn't work today,'' Kathy suggested. She then pouted. ''Or maybe he got fired?''

Kyle tilted his head. He didn't fully understand what ''being fired'' meant, although he knew that it was something about adults losing their job, as he overheard his aunt talking nastily about the people that worked in the grocery store. All he could imagine was the bunny animatronic being fired out of a cannon by Ricky, and got scared.

''I hope he wasn't,'' he said. ''That would hurt.''

The two then got approached by Virgil The Owl, who looked at them expectantly.

''Do you want a prize?'' Virgil asked them.

''We want a bunny plushie!'' Kyle exclaimed, holding his share of prize tickets.

''I am sorry, but there are no bunnies here,'' Virgil replied. ''But, did you know that rabbits are fragile animals and are most active in the morning and evening. They prefer to sleep during the day and through the night. Rabbits are very tame and not demanding. They can be trained to learn commands and play games. Rabbits make very little noise so bothering your neighbors will not be a concern. Rabbits love to be handled, like attention, and tend to be active when most people are home. Because of all these attributes they can make an excellent pet.''

''Really?'' Kyle seemed to be awed, turning to his sister. ''I want a pet bunny!''

''Me too,'' Kathy was just as excited about the idea as her brother was, but then quickly remembered why they were here, then turned to the animatronic. ''Did you see a bunny robot?''

''No, there is no rabbit animatronic here. We have Ricky Wolfrun-'' Before Virgil could continue listing the names of the animatronics, he got interrupted by Kathy.

''But, there was a bunny named Spring here!'' she insisted.

''No, there is no rabbit animatronic here. We have Ricky Wolf-''

Kathy groaned, with her brother copying her. Both of them were frustrated that nobody knew about Spring, not even the animatronics themselves.

''Hello, there!'' The twins turned around, only to see Ricky waving at them. ''Do you need any help?''

As much as the twins were aware of, there were two Rickys. One would sing on the stage and the other would walk around and interact with people. However, they would never be seen together. Of course, when they played with another kid their age and told him about it, he said that they were wrong and that they were stupid for believing that. The twins quickly left him, not taking kindly to the fact that they were insulted by someone who couldn't tell the difference between a robot and a person in a costume.

''Have you seen a bunny?'' Kyle asked hopefully. ''His name is Spring!''

''I'm sorry, but I don't know any bunny named Spring,'' Ricky replied. Kyle looked disappointed. ''However, you can play with me and my friends. Just come along.''

He reached out for Kyle, but Kathy grabbed his arm first.

''No, thanks,'' Kathy suddenly said, feeling uncomfortable in Ricky's presence. Even though he was friendly to them, she had a bad feeling about this and wanted to leave. ''Bye.''

Connor observed silently as the two left, feeling angry. He had realized that he basically got his confirmation that there was indeed a bunny animatronic roaming through this town. However, every time he appeared or was mentioned, he would take people he was interested in away from him.

Well, it's time to hunt this bunny down.

xXx

As Sam and Springtrap entered the building, they noticed a thick layer of dust on the floor and every surface. There were cobwebs, as well as a musty scent in the air. It was dark inside, with shutters covering the windows, although Sam brought along her flashlight, shining it on the surfaces. The hallway they entered led to another room covered in posters of Circus Baby, Funtime Foxy, Funtime Freddy and Bon-Bon, and Ballora. There was also a reception counter.

''We're not even at where the animatronics were and I'm already excited,'' Sam said, contemplating whether she could take the posters with her.

''We might have a little problem, though,'' Springtrap said, pointing at the elevator a bit away from the counter. ''There are other entrances, but the primary one, which is reserved for the technicians, is this elevator and I'm not sure whether this place is still powered-up since nobody is using it. Also, just to make it clear, the last time I came here I used a different entrance.''

''Well, we could try it out,'' Sam said, shrugging. Springtrap was worried about the possibility of them getting trapped inside a faulty elevator, but decided to give it a try. Surprisingly, when he pressed the button for the elevator, it actually worked. He and Sam exchanged glances, then nodded, entering the elevator. Sam felt her heart racing when the door behind her closed. It took a few seconds, but the elevator then went down.

As they waited, Springtrap figured that there was a possibility that Fazbear Entertainment was the one who kept Circus Baby's Rental and Entertainment from being torn down. After all, they had already decided to open another location.

Meanwhile, Sam examined the entirety of the elevator, noticing how it looked exactly like it did in the game. The posters were missing, but the panel on which HandUnit asks you to type was still there. Sam traced with her fingers over the torn sticker that said ''MIKE''. She was smiling widely, feeling as if she was dreaming. However, this was much better than a dream.

''Deep below ground, where memories sleep, anger is restless and secrets don't keep.''

''What do you mean?'' Springtrap asked her.

''That was the description for Five Nights at Freddy's: Sister Location,'' Sam explained. ''Speaking of which, something's missing. HandUnit is not active.''

''I guess that someone turned HandUnit off,'' Springtrap said.

''I kind of hoped that we would hear him,'' Sam said. ''He might've offered me some Exotic Butters.''

Springtrap snorted, figuring that he should ask her a little more about those Five Nights at Freddy's games. The elevator finally opened, with both of them exiting it, entering a smaller room with a vent they would have to crawl through. Sam glanced at Springtrap.

''I still don't get why people have to use the vents to get into another room,'' she said, noticing Springtrap grinning, his arms crossed on his back and his eyes glowing in a soft purple.

''It's just a precaution, to make sure that people stay where they're supposed to be. Do you really think that, unless directed, someone would use a vent to get into the next room?'' Springtrap asked.

''Well, you have a point,'' Sam replied.

''If you don't want to use the vents, I'll show you the way around,'' Springtrap added.

''Thanks, but I actually wanted to see what Mike had to go through,'' Sam said, pointing at the vent. Springtrap's ears drooped, with him looking a little anxious. He knew that Michael had been at this place, as he personally had sent him here, but the idea of her retracing his steps didn't occur to him. However, if she did attempt to retrace Michael's steps… Springtrap's eyes widened as he realized what kind of situation he put her in.

''Say, Sam, you'll be fine on your own for a few minutes?'' he asked.

''I guess…'' Sam gave him a confused look. ''Why are you asking?''

''There's something I need to do, but I'll be back soon,'' Springtrap replied.

''What is it?'' Sam asked.

''I'll explain you later. It's just something I forgot about,'' Springtrap told her. Sam tilted her head, a little skeptical, but then shrugged and entered the vent. Springtrap sighed as he heard her leaving, rubbing his temple. ''Why didn't I remember this sooner?''

He then turned back to he elevator, walking around it and opening the door that was concealed in the small area behind the elevator. As he had already noted, there were certain aspects of this place only he was supposed to know about.

xXx

Sam felt a little overwhelmed as she stood in the primary control module room. In front of her was the vent that led to the control room for the Circus Gallery. On the sides were the vents that led to the Ballora Gallery and Funtime Auditorium. She also noticed the keypads used for the controlled shocks, approaching the one on her left carefully, her fingers itching to press the buttons. She felt giddy, still a bit in disbelief that she was actually here, at the Sister Location. As she contemplated whether she should actually try the keypads out, she was startled when the light suddenly started flickering and turned on. Even the screens above her were turned on, albeit showing only static.

She figured that Springtrap was probably the one who turned the lights on and looked through the windows. Both the Ballora Gallery and Funtime Auditorium were empty, albeit there were scraps of metal and plastic lying on the floor. Running from one side to the other, she simply couldn't decide which one to check first.

In the end, she decided to visit first the Circus Gallery, wanting to see Circus Baby's stage first. After climbing out of the vent, she found herself in the control room for the Circus Gallery, leaning against the machinery to see the stage. It was dimly lit, with broken stage lights, but much larger than Ballora and Funtime Foxy's stage. She took a step back and crouched, opening the door to the small space below the desk, which once served as a hiding spot for Michael when the Bidybabs went after him.

She shuddered as she closed it, reminding herself that this wasn't a game or a dream. It was real and people had died here. Not only that, but several incredibly dangerous animatronics had managed to escape by using a human as a suit. Calling it an unnerving experience would be an understatement.

After returning back to the main control room, Sam turned towards the Ballora Gallery, roaming freely through the area, as there was no Ballora or Minireenas to stop her. The room didn't have anything of interest, aside from several decorations and posters showing Ballora dancing. Sam turned her attention to the stage, staring at it for a moment, then shivered, going towards the breaker room.

Now, the breaker room was just as she imagined it to be. She saw the panel for the power, the room being covered in wires and pipes, some tools on a desk at the far end of the room, as well as some machinery.

This was where Funtime Freddy and Bon-Bon resided, at least for a while.

She stepped towards the stage where Funtime Freddy once stood, staring at it briefly, before turning back to the Ballora Gallery, with the intent to visit the Funtime Auditorium next. Once there, she glanced at the stage where Funtime Foxy was, then looked at the floor. While dusty, it was clean.

I guess we'll never know what happened to those two technicians after they were killed.

She then walked over to the parts and service room, which, similarly to the breaker room, was covered in wires, but also had closets and a desk, as well as tools and parts that would be used for fixing the animatronics. As she looked down, she noticed a charred piece of plastic. Picking it up and turning it around, she realized that, while it was quite damaged, it was Ennard's mask.

She gasped, covering her mouth in disbelief as she processed the fact that she was holding a piece of a rather infamous animatronic. She assumed that Ennard, after parting ways with Circus Baby, came here to repair himself, only for that to go wrong. Instead, he became Molten Freddy, a bunch of wires with Funtime Freddy's mask and AI, as Ballora and Funtime Foxy's AI probably ceased to exist at that point.

As she exited the parts and service room, she turned her attention to two other rooms, one being the private room and the other being the scooping room. Biting her lip, she went to the private room, wanting to check it out. As she already expected it, it looked almost exactly as she imagined it to be. The monitors had been turned off, so she had no view of the other rooms. Just as she reached for the monitors, she felt a hand on her shoulder and quickly turned around.

''Are you okay? I'm sorry I scared you,'' Springtrap said as he saw her stunned expression.

''Yeah, I'm fine,'' Sam replied. ''I am actually quite enjoying myself, just like at Fazbear's Fright.''

''I see you have already found something,'' Springtrap said, looking at Ennard's mask. Sam nodded.

''Honestly, I don't think I have even explored half of the place properly,'' she replied. ''Anyways, what were you doing?''

''I was simply making sure you won't get yourself hurt,'' Springtrap replied, with Sam giving him a confused look.

''Thanks,'' she muttered, wondering what exactly he meant, only to figure it out a moment later. ''The scooper, right?''

Springtrap didn't say anything, avoiding any eye-contact with her. He was still troubled over what happened, as well as worried about Sam's reaction to everything. Sure, she had already known about the whole deal with the scooper and remnant, but there was still a difference between knowing something and experiencing it first-hand. Not to mention, considering how curious Sam was, he had every right to worry about her getting hurt.

''In any case, I have visited pretty much every room here, except for the one with the scooper,'' she told Springtrap as she exited the room.

''I think you might want to rethink that sentence,'' Springtrap replied, then glanced back at the monitors, a little reluctant. Although, I guess she already knows, right?

He sighed, feeling torn between letting her continue to explore and telling her that they should leave. After all, this was his idea, but the more he thought about it, the more he felt that he made the wrong decision. There was a reason why I left everything behind.

He sighed, remembering the time he encountered Circus Baby decades after he had left her and the other animatronics. At the time, she had managed to somehow repair herself, becoming Scrap Baby. She was excited to see him, showing no trace of malice or bitterness towards him. She didn't care anymore about being left behind, seemingly forgotten, and wanted to do anything to make him proud. She wanted to be part of this horror show and he allowed it.

She even told him about what had happened to Michael, which honestly shocked him as, while he did sent him to this location, he didn't expect such outcome. However, the possibility of Michael still being alive despite being carved out like a pumpkin for Halloween sparked his interest, causing him to wonder whether he would encounter his son again. Still, that didn't mean that he wanted a family reunion. At that point, he had lost every sense of sanity, only wanting to continue to murder people.

Hell, even Circus Baby was a victim of his insane ideas. He no longer cared whether he was talking to the Circus Baby AI or Elizabeth when he encountered her, simply accepting idea that this is who she was. While he may have not wanted to harm her before, he had accepted her idea of her becoming his successor, while at the same time making it clear that he would also act on his own, without her help.

Springtrap sighed, closing his eyes with a look of anguish on his expression. Now that he thought about everything, he felt sick. He was furious at himself for even taking such dark path, even though he knew that he couldn't change anything about his past. He refused to understand the pain and agony he brought upon everyone, believing that there would be some kind of benefit from his actions. Sure, had had discovered what could be called essentially immortality, but at what price?

Even if put myself into a similar situation, I still would have no idea what they have been through.

Time and time again, he had to wonder why he was still here, why he was allowed to come back. Was he supposed to repeat the horror show? Sure, he tried that, but Sam convinced him that there might have been another reason for his return. Or, maybe there wasn't any other reason for his return and this was just another form of torture? If it was, then they did a good job, as he now felt even worse than he did in Hell.

Still, there was a bit of hope left for him, as he had found someone who was willing to listen to him and help him out. It wasn't a bad deal, despite the constant anxiety and fear about her getting hurt somehow. After all, he had managed to hurt and scar every person he actually felt some connection with, and she might suffer the same fate.

I should've stayed away from her.

He shook his head, his eyes flaring purple. Only because he knew that he shouldn't be around her didn't mean he was supposed to leave her. He had shown that he could change, that he could become a better person. Hell, he even showed regret for his past actions! He wanted to keep Sam safe and happy, and that required his presence, no matter how absurd that idea was.

If this is not why I'm here, what else am I supposed to do?!

In the end, the decision lied within him. Even if he had made a different choice, he would still suffer the consequences, which could've been even worse than what he was experiencing now. Springtrap sighed, exiting the private room and closing the door, then leaned against it, staring across the room.

What should I do?

Suddenly, there was a scream, with something falling on the ground, the sounds echoing through the empty room.

''Sam!''

Springtrap ran over to the scooping room, finding Sam sitting on the ground, clutching her stomach. He quickly crouched next to her, noticing the blood on her arm.

''Sam, what happened?!''

Sam looked at the dismantled scooper, with Springtrap noticing that the remnant injector had sprung open. While had had dismantled it, he forgot that there was a possibility that traces of remnant were still inside the injector and that it might activate if not handled carefully. He assumed that she picked up some of the pieces of the scooper to examine them and got stabbed by the injector after accidentally activating it.

''Sam, let me see the wound,'' he said anxiously, slowly feeling the dread rising in the back of his mind. Sam extended her arm, her eyes tearing. Feeling sorry for her, Springtrap examined her arm, seeing the tears on the bandages and blood dripping out of the tears. He took a look at her, realizing that it was just her arm that got stabbed by the injector. Still, that didn't make him feel less horrified. He looked at her, his eyes flaring purple. ''We're going home this instant.''

Sam was surprised by his stern and serious tone. It was less of a suggestion and more of an order, with her realizing that the situation was grave. She let him help her get up, feeling her arm throbbing and a little dizzy.

''Sam, can you stand on your own?'' Springtrap asked her, with Sam waiting for the dizziness to fade.

''Yeah, I think so,'' she said, even though Springtrap still held her non-injured arm. ''There's a first aid kit in the car.''

''I don't think that it will help much,'' Springtrap said as he looked at her injured arm. The bleeding had stopped, but there were still red stains on the bandages. However, he wasn't worried about her injury, but more about what the injector did to her.

As they walked past the remains of Ballora, Funtime Foxy and Funtime Freddy and entered the Funtime Auditorium, Springtrap directed her towards a concealed door Sam hadn't noticed earlier. It led to a corridor that had a fork. Sam assumed that one path led to the observatory she saw through the panel at the scooping room. Springtrap then gestured to take the other path, which led back to the elevator room. As the elevator went up, the dizziness Sam felt had faded away and she was capable of standing on her own. However, her arm still hurt.

''How do you feel?'' Springtrap asked her worriedly. Sam noticed that there was a hint of panic in his tone.

''My arm hurts,'' she said, holding her injured arm with her non-injured one. ''I also feel tired.''

Springtrap looked dismayed, fearing the worst. He didn't want to risk anything, but he also had no idea what might happen to Sam. After all, he never found out what might happen when someone who was still alive gets injected with remnant.

xXx

The drive back home was quiet. After having her arm once again bandaged, Sam insisted on driving them back home, despite feeling fatigue. Springtrap let her do that, as he didn't want to upset her further. The situation was already bad enough, even more when Sam expressed the desire to go to sleep once they had arrived.

''Sam, I don't think that this is a good idea,'' Springtrap told her. ''You need to stay awake.''

He was slowly freaking out. As much as he knew, remnant was supposed to bind the soul of a dead or dying person to a body, be it artificial or not. However, he feared that, if injected into someone who was still alive, it could outright kill the person. While Sam wasn't stabbed in any of her vital organs, like the heart, it seemed to be affecting her nonetheless.

''I'm sorry about what happened. This is all my fault,'' he told her.

''No, it's mine,'' Sam replied, her cheeks red. ''I shouldn't have touched that stuff. I should've known better-''

Suddenly, her eyes rolled back and collapsed. Springtrap managed to hold her, preventing her from falling down on the floor.

''Sam, wake up! Sam!''

Horrified, he realized that she couldn't hear him anymore.

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its been 8 months,since you heard that you would be giving a little miracle of yours and chris, soon. You still remember the day when both of you saw the baby for yhe first time, as it moved around your belly.

you remember how Chris held your hand when he saw your baby, and said, "it's ours" while crying, you remember the day when he found out it was a baby girl, and he was so happy, and when he told his family about it, they were crying too, because their son's dream came true. Since then he never left your side. Well, he haven't announced it on the internet too . He used to talk to your baby, late at nights, when she won't let you sleep, by endless kickings.

"Hey honey, don't do that to Mama." He says, slowly, and calmly as you laid down next to him, and his hands on your belly rubbing it gently.

"I won't leave your side, y/n." He whispered softly and kissed you. During those times, when Chris got intimate with you, for eg, he would kiss you more often, and lay next to you all the time, hold your hands all the time, you used to blush alot, as if it was a school crush, you could say it was the hormones.

"i love you so much." He says and you smile.

"I love you too and more." You reply and he wraps his arm around you, and kiss your head, and then you gasped as soon as your baby kicks you, because you were giving all the attention to her daddy and not her and even daddy didn't give her attention.

"alright baby, i love you too." He says as he keeps a hand on your belly and you laughed at how your daughter already had control over her Dad, even before her birth.

your smile grew wider, as all those thoughts came to your mind, and Chris noticed how you were smiling, and thinking about some things. He smiled looking at how adorable you looked.

"what're you smiling at, sweetheart." He asks as he comes closer, and kisses you gently.

"thinking of how our girl, already has control over her dad." He smiles as he heard you, it was a very different feeling for both of you.

"Well, trust me, the queen has more control than the princess." He says referring to you and you roll your eyes.

"oh stop!" You said as both of you chuckled, just then, to ruin the moment his phone rang. He groaned, and you laughed at him.

"Always messing up my moments, with my queen." He said, and you blushed at how he made you feel so good.

"Chris, i'm sorry to call you now." His manager spoke, as chris answered.

"No its fine, Joshua? what did you need?" He replied.

"Well, the agency has been calling up alot, for your photo shoot, and i tried to decline it, because you wanted to stay with your wife, but they aren't listening , and said you're their hope."

"alright fine! I'll do it."

"ah thank god!! I'll arrange the dates and timing and inform you."

"Alright!" Chris says as he ends the conversation and looks at you, smiling.

"What's wrong?" You asked

"I have to stay away from you for a couple of hours."

"and what would be the reason?" You asked as he sits next to you and pull you closer to him, and you put your head on his shoulder.

"There's this photo shoot they need me to do it and I honestly don't wanna stay away from you, even if its for a couple of hours, you're now close to your date, I can't just leave you here all alone, when you'd need me." He spoke.

"Chris, i'll be fine, you're worrying too much, babe. I can manage on my own, honey!"

"I know you can, i just don't want to be away from you and our daughter." You smiled as he said that, how your daughter's and his bond was so strong.

"babe!!" You squeeled and hugged him and he kissed you multiple times. Just then the phone rings and he groans again.

"Its the agency, i'll have to take it, i'm so sorry!!"

"Its fine, honey." You said and he answered the call, going into the living room to talk while you watched some TV

"Thank you so much, Chris for joining us!" He said and chris smiled.

"The pleasure is all mine!"

"Is there any arrangements we can do for you?" Just as those words left his mouth, he smiles thinking of an idea.

"Yes! Could i get my wife with me? I want her to be next to me."

"Ofcourse sir! It's our pleasure to have her with us, and we can have some couple photoshoot too!"

"Thank you! See you, soon!" He says and walks to you.

Chris comes back to you and tells you that he's made arrangements for you to come with me, you denied at first but he made you to agree to it, typical christopher  and then the day comes when you had to go with him. You were nervous about something which he had completely forgot about. Announcing about your little miracle.

As soon as both of you entered, the photographers welcomed you both so warmly, and as expected they were shocked by the news, and they were happy for both of you.

As soon as chris finished his part of the work, you two had to pose together, it was all cute with him, and then the photographer requested that you should have a photo or two of your own with your bump and Chris happily agreed to it.

Just after you completed your work, you told Chris, that now seems to be the right time to tell everyone about it. No , only family and some of his close friends knew about this, so he was just concerned about how his fans and co workers would annouce, but you knew things would fall back into a perfect position.

"I posted it." He said and breathed.

"i did too!" You said and smiled.

Just a second later, yours and his phone were filled with notifications, hundreds to thousands, and all were really happy about it, because all of them understood that this was Chris's dream and you could only turn into his reality.

a week or two has passed, Chris had to go through a lot of press , and interviews where the main interest was your pregnancy. As you waited for him to get over with the last interview for the month, and after that he promised he'd take a break, he comes to you.

"How was it?" You asked as he kissed you and sat next to you.

"It was good, i was happy to tell them, how you made me happy, and they obviously wanted you, but i said you were resting."

"Thank you —*gasps* oh shit!" You said and his eyes came out if his eye sockets.

"Baby what happened?!"

"She's coming omg!! My water broke!!!" You said and he panicked, he was roaming around the house finding the baby bag, and you felt contractions, which were going on for a day which you tried to ignore.

"Chris where the fuck are you?!" You yelled, as the contractions hit you again.

"I found it!! Let's go." He said as he helped you get up and rush you to the hospital, through out the ride he didn't leave your hand, and just made you breathe, but it was true, when you're about to give birth, your temper loses, and poor Chris had to listen.

Now you were in the waiting room, with him and yours and his family started to visit you both.

"Hey!" Your mom said and rushed to hug you as you breathed.

"Hey Mom! I'm good? Are you?" You asked and she laughed at you.

"I know, the temper, i gave birth to three kids!" She said and hugged Chris, and he chuckled and stopped as soon as you gave him a death glare.

"come on! my little girl needs a break, how are you feeling honey?" Your dad says and you roll your eyes.

"P A I N!" You said and then your siblings laugh at you.

"Y/n , for real, you need to calm down, also guess what i already have done half of the preparations for my niece!!" your brother says while your sister argues with him that it was she who did it, and that made you laugh, and Chris smile looking at you.

His mother stayed longer with you but then you told her to go, because she looked tired, and she agreed, time passed and you were ready to deliver the baby, Chris started to breathe heavily, he was nervous, more than you.

"Its gonna be fine, babe!" You said and he nods

"I'll be next to you the whole time." He says and you nod.

Slowly the doctors start to give you instructions to how to push till they count till 10 and you agree to it, clearly understanding their instructions.

"Push!" They said and you pushed while your groaned and your grip on chris's hand tightened.

"You're doing amazing honey!" He encouraged and honestly, that made you stay strong till the end.

Just few more pushes later, the cries of your baby girl were heard and you sighed as both of you burts into tears. They laid your little miracle on top of you as Chris adored both of you, he starts to wipe his tears, and the doctor takes your little girl away.

"No where are you taking her!" Chris says and you chuckled at him.

"they're cleaning her, she'll be back soon, with us." You said and he looked at you with  a smile.

"You did so good today!" he says and you smiled at him.

"It wasn't possible without you." You said and he shook his head.

"You're the most strongest women i've ever seen, and  how beautiful you look today! Your glowing baby!" He says and you laugh as he pressed his lips onto yours in a sweet and filled with love kiss.

"I love you so much." He says

"I love you more!" You reply and they bring the baby back to you, and Chris holds her, tears falling from his eyes, as he met his daughter.

"She's so beautiful just like her Mama!" He says and you feel your tears falling.

"Daddy loves you and your Mama so much! He'll do everything to protect both of you!" He says as he holds her in his arms and kisses her multiple times on her head.

"Okay now, Mama also needs attention!" You said and he laughed and kissed you again, and just then you met your family, already waiting and excited to greet their grand child, neice and goddaughter.

Yours and Chris's mother couldn't hold back tears and were crying with joy, while Scott hugged you and cried and you were crying because he was crying , which made everyone laugh and later Scott Shanna, Carly and your siblings already started giving suggestions for the baby names for your little miracle.

It was the best day of your life, you for the first time witnessed how one life can bring so much happiness to so many people, and you were only concerned about your husband, who was on cloud 9 because of his happiness and you couldn't stop smiling because of him. You won't be able to forget this day ever!

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done with your request!!hope you liked it❤️

also, but Daddy!Chris is making me cry😭😭

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🕊️: "our new life starts today"

park seonghwa (박성화) jeong yunho (정윤호) - 2,344 words

     “are you ready, baby? we'll go home all together.~”

Seonghwa was sitting on a chair. his baby, his daughter, was on his knees.

     it had been a long fight for them to have this baby. Seonghwa and Yunho had to go through piles of papers to fill in, informations to give, social workers' meticulous visits to be sure the place they live in was safe enough for a baby. and when everything was fine, the problem came from the family.

     it wasn't new for any of them: Seonghwa's family wasn't really comfortable about their son being in a relationship with an another man, and they never supported them in the steps to adopt their little girl. but Seonghwa was ready to go through this to fulfill his desire to be a father. he wanted to give his everything to his own family.

it often broke Yunho's heart to know they hadn't any support from them. it was more heartbreaking to see Seonghwa determined like this even though, deep inside him, he was disappointed in them.

and today, seeing his boyfriend with their child on his knees was the recognition of all their works the past years, all the choices they had to do, and all the sacrifices they had to do.

     “all together, we will have a happy life from now on. okay baby?”

since Yunho had already his coat on, he carefully picked up their baby in his arms. Seonghwa also put his coat on, and took the baby's bag with all her stuffs. they both respectfully thanked the orphanage workers, and left. it was a whole new life ahead them.

     “we're not late to greet our families at home, at least.”

Seonghwa said as he put the bag in the boot while Yunho was buckling up baby in her car seat.

“well.. i think i should say your family.”

     “don't say that, babe. even though they never supported us the past years in all our steps. we're finally having our daughter at home, maybe they'll be here to meet her.”

     Seonghwa only shrugged. he was pretty sure his parents wouldn't come. why would they? they never asked anything about the baby once they knew they'd have this one. they were not interested in their son adopting and giving them the change to be called grandfather and grandmother.

     the ride to their place finally came to an end. during the past fifteen minutes, Seonghwa often looked back to be sure the baby was doing well, meanwhile Yunho seemed to be even more prudent while driving. he did so well that their daughter fell asleep in her car seat.

     once they reached their place, Seonghwa was the first one to come out of the car. he carefully removed the belt around his baby's body, and picked her up. since she was still very young and still had troubles holding her back and head straight, he was carrying her in a layed position with both of his arms. Yunho took the baby's bag this time, and they both made their way inside of their little house.

     everything was ready for her: there were toys adapted to her age in a corner of the lounge dining room, there also was a playpen for her. she already had her own room, yet her bed was in his fathers' room for the moment since her nights were still complicated. in her room, a lot of clothes were ready. and finally, everything was ready for her baths, from a tiny bathtub to adapted shower gel and shampoo for her delicate skin.

     Seonghwa carefully placed their treasure in her little deckchair, and removed his jacket. she looked to sleep peacefully. he sat next to her, looking her tiny sleeping face with pure love in his eyes.

once Yunho put the things in the baby's bag away, he quickly came and sat next to him.

     “she's stunning.. right?”

Yunho's eyes moved from his daughter to his boyfriend. he couldn't ask for more at this moment.

     “she is.. i just can't believe yet she's finally here.. after so much time.. i can't believe we did it.”

Seonghwa looked up Yunho. their gazes met the other's. with a bright smile, Yunho put a hand on the other's thigh.

     “i know right.. it's unbelievable. we're finally fathers..”

     Seonghwa nodded. with a little smile, he pecked Yunho's lips, and sat up. he knew Yunho was here, around their baby to be sure nothing goes wrong. he left the room to put his jacket away in the entrance hall, and went into the kitchen. he wanted everything to be perfect to greet Yunho's family, and maybe his own. this is why he made appetizers, and prepared few things for a kind of aperitif all together to celebrate this moment.

     a hour after, after everything was done and ready on a table in the lounge dining room, the doorbell rang. this sound scared the baby in a lighter sleep. she started to cry, but Yunho quickly picked her up to reassure her. Seonghwa was the one to meet Yunho's parents, a bright smile.

     “miss Jeong, sir Jeong! welcome here.~”

he let them in, and led them to the main room. Yunho, with a bright smile and a calmer baby in his arms, stood up to greet his parents.

     “mom, dad! thank you for coming today to meet her!”

he almost laughed when he saw his mom putting away as fast as possible her coat and bag to come to see her granddaughter.

     “oh my god... your baby is stunning...”

Yunho's mom was amazed by the little girl's beauty. but Yunho's father, for the moment, was too busy congratulating his son, now a father.

     “i'm proud of you, son. you're finally a father.. you both gave us the chance to be called grandfather and grandmother, and you both gave us an amazing little girl. i'm really proud of the things you've done.”

Yunho's father faced Seonghwa right after. Seonghwa was looking at the scene, a little bit aback. even though his eyes were shining because if his happiness, his heart broke a little too. he wished his parents were here, and he wished his parents were telling him the same.

“the same goes for you, Seonghwa. you're like my son, now.”

     Seonghwa bowed respectfully, his smile hiding his sadness.

     the next minutes, Yunho sat down on the couch with his parents by his sides. the little girl first was restless because of the two people she didn't know. but Yunho managed to calm her down, repeating her he was here and they were her grandparents. she finally calmed down, allowing her grandparents to give her some love with sweet attentions and gestures.

     Seonghwa again stayed aback, watching this scene with a broken heart. the time they asked their families to came at was over now — as he said to Yunho, they wouldn't came.

he slipped away, and went out to walk around the house. his head was full of questions: was it his fault his family didn't come? didn't they care at all about their son, and granddaughter?

Yunho stuck out his head through the door. and when he saw Seonghwa there, he came by his side.

     “hey babe... i know you're hurt your parents didn't come..”

he softly wrapped an arm around his shoulders. Yunho engulfed Seonghwa into a sweet hug.

     “you were right. inside of me.. i hoped they would come to meet our daughter. it hurts to be abandoned like that by my own parents because of a sexual orientation i didn't even choose...”

Seonghwa rested his head on Yunho's shoulder. he was almost crying.

     “i know right, i know right... but now, as you said multiple times in the past, you have your own family. and you have mine. to my parents, you're like their son. you're not alone in this, babe.”

they stayed like this, a few dozens of seconds for Seonghwa to feel better and get ready to go back inside.

     as soon as they were about to go back inside, they heard a car horn. Seonghwa stopped on the doorstep, and turned over. the car coming closer was a car he knew pretty well: it was his parents' car.

with sparkling eyes, he patiently waited for his parents to stop the vehicle and go out. Yunho stayed right behind him, a hand on Seonghwa's waist.

     Seonghwa's mom was the first one to step out of the car. she approached her son. no one could explain or describe her facial expression. it was almost emotionless.

Seonghwa didn't move when his mom stopped in front of him, looking straight into his eyes. his dad also approached them, but the whole atmosphere just tensed up a little more because of this silence. four people, and no one was talking.

    “we came to meet your baby. and our granddaughter.”

the woman finally broke the silence. and it was enough for Seonghwa to tear up. his mom hugged him tightly, and he quickly did the same.

     “thank you mom... thank you so much...”

     Yunho shook Seonghwa's dad's hand with a little smile, and mentionned him to go inside. Seonghwa and his mom quickly followed, and went inside too.

they both removed their coats, and put their bags aside, but one.

of course, both Seonghwa's parents and Yunho's parents greeted each other, even though they didn't know each other very well.

     Yunho softly picked up his daughter again from his mom's arms. after Seonghwa nodded, he approached Seonghwa's parents to show her to them.

     “she is... adorable...”

Seonghwa's mom was admiring her granddaughter's face meanwhile the big baby's eyes were looking deep in the woman's eyes.

     “hello little one. we are one of your father's parents.”

Seonghwa's dad waved to her with a little smile, and then looked back at his son.

“Seonghwa, we're sorry for everything that happened the last few years. we shouldn't have behaved like that. of course, it was a big mistake of us. we used the past years to learn more about homosexuality and about homoparental family. if you both still want us as her grandparents... we are ready to start over the last years to make things better.”

     again, Seonghwa had sparkling eyes. his whole life was changing for the best. he wasn't expecting that at all.

“i missed you both so much...”

     “since everything is going better...”

Yunho's father took out a bottle of champagne from a bag they brought, and placed it on the table, next to the appetizers.

“let's celebrate their new life properly!”

     Seonghwa nodded, and mentionned everybody to sit around the table. on each side, there were a family: the Park family on a side, the Jeong family on the other. and at both ends of the table, Seonghwa, and Yunho.

     Yunho was still carrying their baby who was calmly playing with a little plushie, and a dummy in her mouth. as Yunho was very cuddly, he couldn't help but kiss her face times to times, and stroke the top of her head with his free hand.

     Seonghwa went to the kitchen to grab as much flutes as needed, and came back to give them to Yunho's father. when he was about to pop the champagne, Yunho tried his best to cover baby's ears.

     it was a very cheerful moment. it could have been a very beautiful picture.

     “let's make a toast to their baby, and our granddaughter!”

the flutes quickly got filled with champagne, and everybody took theirs to clink the glasses.

“don't cross anyone's arm.”

     “but you gotta tell us more about her!”

Seonghwa giggled at Yunho's mom comment. he sipped on his flute, and nodded.

     “so.. our baby is about to have five months. she was born on November 26th. she is healthy and has any problem. she's very calm and don't even babble this much. they thought this baby could be perfect for us because of her young age. she will grow up with two fathers and it will be normal for her until she's in the age to notice she has two fathers. but also because she loves being in someone's arms. and they noticed we were quite cuddly when it comes to someone we love.”

with a little smile, he stood up and went by Yunho's side.

“and last but not least... her name is Park Aran.”

      the four grandparents clapped when they get to know her name. they were all smiling, looking at her being so calm in Yunho's arm.

     “Aran, what a beautiful name...”

     “so she is a Park?”

Seonghwa's father asked, and smiled as his son nodded.

     “but.. we didn't really talked about that, yet...”

Yunho looked up to Seonghwa. he frowned, looking quite lost.

at this moment, everybody stopped talking and clapping to listen. they were curious about what will be Seonghwa's answer, and were ready to say something if it ever turned out to be an argument.

     “but i did. and...”

Seonghwa quickly went and grabbed a little red box in a piece of furniture.

“and i think it will be easier for her to have the same family name as us. don't you think so, puppy?”

Seonghwa opened the little box and revealed a beautiful ring.

     this ring meant a lot in the Park family, since it was the ring Seonghwa's mom gave to his father for their very first Valentine's day together. they were young.

Seonghwa's dad noticed it and smiled wider. he was even more happy about what was happening.

     Yunho's eyes got teary. a smile was growing bigger on his face. as a sign, even Aran had a big smile. she bounced in Yunho's arms and let out a cute chuckle that got everyone falling for her.

     “i think she agrees and wants to be a Park too. so, Jeong Yunho. will you marry me?”

     “of course i will!”

Yunho passionately kissed Seonghwa as their parents were clapping and congratulating them.

after this kiss, Seonghwa put the ring around Yunho's ring finger.

     today, a new chapter of their life was starting..

[guigz1-coldwar]

'Old place' : New chapter for "Redemption in a Spirit in a Cold War" is out !

'Old place'

I need you close to me, I'm feeling safer with you !'

Chapter Summary : Yirina remembered one of her main goals in her life right now before an friend got an thought in head......

To read it on AO3, click here !

Words : +4000

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Well, we can say that we have succeed in our little improvised mission to put our hands on Lukas Ritter without having any big problems except for that fight I had with him as he tried to neutralize me but the only thing he has done was to make my bottom lip bleed a little but nothing too serious to me. We managed to corner him in an isolated spot on an parking and we got what we needed from him : he will be forced to comply and to help the MI6 as an insider in the KGB, giving us everything that we need to get Portnova back.

During that little interrogation, I could feel Zasha's anger to hear everything about Portnova and I can understand their pain when we will have to face her after 3 years....let's hope it will go well. We returned back to the safehouse to heal my little wound on the lips, Park make an call to someone in the MI6 to give instructions to Ritter and then, we took a nap back in that car again with Park, Zasha taking the couch back for them and if only we could sleep on an bed instead of the backseat of the car.....too much to ask in that place....

The next day started well because in the first hour in the morning, we received an transmission from Lukas himself, giving us some details on Portnova's team but also explaining that he had to keep an low profile and that he will send only a few transmissions in an day. Even with that, we were relieved that he was willing to work with us. During the next two days, we stayed in the safehouse as Lukas was sending us an lot of details through his few messages and by the odds, the Perseus agents that Woods's team were tracking to get Adler back.....it was the same members of Portnova's team inside the KGB.

With that revelations in head, we shared that intel with Woods and thanks to that and the numerous contacts from Greta & Garrett, they could shorten their trip in here and us too. While they were focused on the team, us....we kept our focus on Portnova herself, trying to find an way to approach her. Today, the 14th of May, after an long day of work, it was time for us to get some heavy sleep so, me & Park....back in the car like always....I'm not going to sleep in the same place as Hudson and if I tell it loudly, I will....if I can see him because I didn't see him at all since two days....he kinda avoid me and it's better for me and for him too.

I was talking with someone in the phone in my old office inside the Lubyanka Building and according to my state and the position I was using inside my seat, that call kinda make me put on my nerves, holding the phone firmly. Zasha was peacefully working at their desk, trying to not make any eyes contacts with me during my call, more focused on their paperworks.

"Yeah, yeah, just get it done !" I affirmed clearly to the person I was talking to throught the phone and redressing myself on my chair  before I decide to hang up the phone. "What an prick !" I whispered to myself, looking at the phone.

"Something's wrong ?" Zasha asked as they saw me, having finished with my call, putting their head up.

"The Perseus guy in charge to give us some transmissions did make an mistake and it's avoiding us to have the necessary papers to work." I explained, taking an breath as I looked at Zasha who was an bit confused. "If he don't give us these papers, we can say goodbye to some vacations."

"Ah shit." They rolled their eyes around at hearing me.

"I hear you, Zed."  I said with an grin on my face.

"You have something planned for the next days ?" They questioned me.

"No, Freya is in an mission in Romania for an undetermined time....so, that's means that I will be alone." I raised my shoulder, biting my lips at the same time.

"You know, you can come with us : I'm taking Dedov & Portnova for an trip." They started, putting down their pen on their desk. "Away from Russia....can be interesting for you."

'I don't know, where did you three planned to go ?" I asked them, my arms going on my desk, looking curiously at Zasha.

"Well, we either think of going in England...or in Miami." My eyes went wide at hearing this from Zasha to be honest, mainly on the second proposition.

"Miami ?" I told them, scratching my nose.

"Yeah, should change of the cold air of Moscow and if it's vacations, we're not going to be harrassed every 5 minutes by Perseus agents." They affirmed, tapping with their fingers on the desk nervously before checking their own watch. "It's strange, Portnova should be here." They looked at the office that was at the other side of the room, empty....her workplace.

"You're right." I admitted, narrowing my eyes by looking at Portnova's desk. "Did she told you if she got something to do ?"

"No, not at all." Zasha replied before suddenly, we could hear some knocks at the office's door that was very silent and very strange.

"Come in." I ordered in an normal voice and then, the door opened, revealing Portnova herself but her hair was like more messier than ever.....

"Hi." She waved at us both, looking very strange, her hair was covering an specific part of her face and by that, me & Zasha looked at each other, confused.

"You're okay ?" Zasha demanded.

"Yeah...yeah, I'm alright."  She breathed in an low voice but before she could move, Zasha immediately stepped away from their chair to get to her, with me doing the same. "Zed, I told you...I'm alright." She repeated but we could both see that there were something bad. Zasha removed the hair that was covering her left eye....and we could discover an black eye.

"Who did this ?" Zasha was getting angry about this as we could see Portnova having some tears out of her both eyes.

"Some..." She started, trying to clean up her tears on her face. "Some assholes in the parking of the building...they tried to harass me while they were fixing their car....they did this 5 minutes ago." She added, making Zasha looking in rage and me too.

'They're still in there ?" She nodded to me slowly.

"Let's go get these sons of a bitch !" Zasha told me and I was fully approving their idea before we start to get out of my office.

We were both in rage, clenching our fists all along the way to the parking. We were only focused on beating the shit out of these guys who dared to hurt Portnova.....our friend like that. That act wasn't going to stay unpunished after all. I think that the guards were pretty confused to see 2 peoples walking angrily towards the parking and once we got out to the parking of the building, we were immediately looking around to see an car that was needed to be fixed and we found it quickly.

There were only 2 guys near it...those fuckers who hit Portnova. Zasha was like an beast that couldn't be stop and I wasn't going to stop them at all. They started to walk rapidly towards the man that was checking the car's engine with the raised hood of it. They immediately took the hood in their hands and lowered it multiple time on the guy that was checking the engine. I saw the other guy that was at the driving seat and when he saw his friend getting beaten, he start to get away from his seat, opening his door to get out.

I kicked the door with my feet furiously, closing it by force and causing the panicked guy to fall on his back. He was pleading for not getting beaten but it was too late as I have already put my hands on him and then, I literally threw him in one of the car's window, hurting him very badly.

"Grigoriev !" A man shouted in anger to me as I was going to finish the guy off....I looked around to see an bald tough man arriving in the scene.

"Kravchenko !" I whispered, seeing him arrive near the car as Zasha stop also to beat the other guy.

"What the fuck did you do to my men ?" He asked me, looking at the guys we just beaten.

"They have hurt an friend so we hurt them." I replied clearly to them, crossing my arms to him. "If your men are dicks, we were in our right !" I added with anger towards him.

"We're going to see...."

"Comrade Kravchenko."  Another man's voice came in....Perseus himself dressed in an KGB high officer, walking slowly towards Kravchenko, his hands behind his back. "Were you trying to....threaten my 'daughter' ?" He questioned him as in me, I was feeling very uncomfortable to be called like this by Perseus.

"No, sir, I didn't threatened Grigoriev, her and their friend just beat my men."  He gestured to the beaten guys as Zasha walk next to me.

"They have hurt Portnova, sir." Zasha explained as Perseus peaked his head towards us.

"So, their actions are justified....you should leave, Kravchenko, you're awaited !" Perseus told him in an very serious tone, making an tap on Kravchenko shoulder before the latter start to walk away, leaving us with Perseus. "You need to control yourself, Yirina." He started before looking at Zasha. "Same for you, Krypto." He added, looking at us an bit worried as Zasha was still angered about what happened to Portnova. I then stepped in front of Perseus, facing him....

"We don't hurt my friends and that....showed to everyone what we are capable of !"

I was quite surprised to relive that particular memory but it showed that me & Zasha, we were pretty serious about protecting our friends, that I was in rage when a friend was hurt. In fact, it did reinforce my intentions to help my friends even further for the future. Suddenly, I could hear knock against an window, waking me up in the car in the middle of the night with Park in my arms. I was the only one who heard them and when I opened my eyes, I could see Zasha standing outside the car, apparently wanting to talk....in the middle of the night.

I wasn't able to let them like that and going back to sleep so I slowly start to move, gesturing to Zed that I was coming silently, not wanting to awake Park in her sleep. I stepped out of the car, closing the door slowly before I walk a few meters from the car.

"Zed....why did you wake me up ?" I started, passing my hands through my eyes, looking more tired than ever before I looked at my watch. "It's 2 AM !" I added in an low voice.

"I know, I'm sorry." They apologized, also sounding low.

"I hope you got something that will excuse that..." I scoffed to them with an small grin before I yawn. "What's wrong ?" I asked them, seeing them an bit worried.

"Well...I had an thought while sleeping." They replied, joining their hands together, looking away from me for an second. "I was wondering if....our old places we were living are still there...." They said, making me raise an eyebrow.

"You're serious ?" I told them, confused.

"I know, it's maybe stupid but I was thinking of it." They said, still sounding apologizing to have wake me up. "Maybe those places are burned, abandoned or used by Perseus but...what if we go to these places ?"

"You want us to go there ?" They nodded to me. "Like....right now ? At 2 AM ?" They nodded again to me, making me roll my eyes around. It was maybe stupid to do this at this time but Zasha got me curious about our places we lived before and I couldn't refuse that opportunity. "Where do you want to start ?" I asked them.

"As I remember, your place isn't so far from here, you were living in the Cheryomushki District so we could go there first as I remember the place well." They responded, putting their hands on their waist. "I was living almost at the other side of the city so, your place is first."

"Okay..." I breathed, looking around towards the horizon, seeing the city from afar before looking at the car. "We need Park to come with us, you're not against it ?"

"No, she should come." They affirmed, causing me to walk back to the car, letting them at their position to go awake Park from her sleep at 2AM....she's going to kill me...

"Park." I whispered as I was back inside the car, moving gently her shoulder with my hands. "Park." I repeated again as she start to slowly wake up.

"Yiri...what's wrong ?" She said in an very low voice, opening her eyes to see me over here, wondering what I wanted.

"Uhm..." I cut myself as I didn't know how I was going to say that Zasha wanted to go to our old places like that at 2AM. "You're maybe to say that we're crazy but....we maybe need to go to my old living place." I finally told her as I could see her eyes going wide.

"What ?" She chuckled, redressing herself to get back on sitting, me moving to allow her to do that. "You're serious ?" She added and I nodded.

"It's stupid but we can try." I raised my shoulders to her, seeing her wide eyes towards me....yes, she's going to kill me. "It's dangerous maybe but we can try our luck."

"Yes, it's dangerous." She affirmed, peaking her head to look outside, seeing Zasha awaiting for us. "Who got this idea ?" She demanded.

"Listen, if you don't want, say it right now." I told her in an normal voice before taking an deep breath, I could see her bit her lips before looking at me, nodding.

"Okay, we will do something...which time is it by the way ?" She asked rhetorically as she check her own watch before her eyes went wide again and she look back at me. "Well, guess that nobody will do something to stop us." She stated, surprising me as I was already seeing her with her hands around my neck to have her woke up at this time of the day before she took an breath. "I'm gonna take my satellite phone in case, tell Zed to get ready !" She ordered as she stepped out of the car, going back inside the warehouse to grab what she need as I was gesturing to Zasha to come in the car.

She came back really quick with her phone as I did install myself in the front passenger seat of the car, struggling to not get myself back to sleep as Zasha installed themselves in the driving seat, they were the one that were knowing where we were exactly living in Moscow so we had to put our hopes on them and it's sure that they are good in it. Park go back inside the car and once fully seated, we drove off the place...going to our mysterious destination as Zasha was the one to drive.

During the drive, everyone was struggling to not get back to sleep actually, putting the radio volume up to make sure that everyone keep their eyes fully open but there were constant yawns for the three of us because if someone was yawning, another will do it in the 15 next seconds and it became an endless cycle with us. Finally, we arrived in an apartment complex in the Cheryomushki District like Zasha said.

"So, this is the place ?" I started, getting out of the car that Zasha parked in an empty space right in front of the complex. The streets were pretty silent at this time of the day, no cars were driving, no bystanders were walking...just us...

"Yes, you lived there." Zasha answered, looking at me as I was checking the building.

"It's looking quite lovely to say." Park said in an curious tone, her left hand on her waist and the other covering her mouth to yawn again.....she was the one who did this the most in the car.

"Well, let's enter quickly then." I suggested as I start to walk away from the car, followed by Zed & Park inside the building that was the place I lived before....let's hope that the place isn't crowded with Perseus agents. We entere the main hallway and our first reaction was to go near the mailboxes. "I lived at the first floor." I whispered, having found my mailbox....still with my name on it despite the three years that passed.

"So this place is still apparently used." Park said in an low voice, not wanting to speak too high and to awake everyone around. "Let's get up." She ordered as we move to get up the stairs....can say that I was lucky to have lived at the first floor of the building....wasn't going to get tired to say. We arrived at the door with throught it, my old apartment maybe empty....or filled with Perseus agents. First thing to do was to take our guns in hand.....before we decided like that....to knock at the door.

"Why I did this ?" I thought to myself as I was the one to knock at the door. I took an breath after that, awaiting but by luck, no sounds were coming inside....either the persons in it are sleeping or there are nobody there.

"Wait, let's see under that carpet." Park pointed at the carpet I was standing on, making me move and letting her check below it....and we discover an key.....seriously ?

"The good old trick of the key under the carpet." Zasha whispered as Park was taking the key in her hand to unlock the door. At that moment, I could feel my heart pounding faster than usual because I was going to go back to an place from my old life...it will go well, Yiri ! It will !....

"Okay, here we go." Park opened slowly the door with her left hand, the other having her gun, getting herself inside the apartment that was in the dark.

We stayed behind her as we were going further inside the apartment....with me still feeling weird to get back here. Seriously, I never thought that it was going to be Zasha themselves who was going to make me go back here and here we are, standing in my old living room at 2AM with our guns in hand because Zasha had the thought of visiting our old places again. The room was like in my memories but there were nothing like pictures or personal things from me and it was looking used recently.

"I'm going to check the bedroom." Zasha proclaimed as they start to walk to get inside the room, leaving me alone with Park after we had check the kitchen that was just at the living room sight before I decide to go sit on the same chair I was always sitting in my memories, trying to get my thought in order.

"Damnit, I never thought...." I said, putting my arms on the armrest and looking outside through the same window. "How do you find the place ?" I asked to Park in an low voice.

"It's lovely to be honest." Park replied, moving to get next to me, still standing up to look outside with me. "How do you feel ?" She questioned me, seeing my state that it was all strange.

"It's feeling so weird to be here, you know ?" I started, holding my head with my right hand as I have already put back my M1911 in my jacket to look at Park. "I come back here as 'Yirina Grigoriev', 'Bell'....well, she would have never acknowledge the place." I scoffed about the end of it as Park moved to get at the same level as me, a knee to the ground. "I could still see myself in that seat, drinking & smoking to forget the fact that I did work with Perseus all this day."

"I'm sorry." She told me, putting an hand on my shoulder and looking down.

"You couldn't know." I breathed, taking her hand into mine. "It was never your fault." I added, sure of my own words as I look at Park who wasn't agreeing at all, she's still feeling guilty that she helped Adler but for me, she's already forgiven....since 3 years...since the moment she said sorry, the moment I stepped out of that room. "Park....it was never your fault !" I affirmed, smiling at her as I moved my other hand to her chin gently, making her look at me fully.

"I.....I.....thanks." She grinned before I put an little kiss on her cheek and then, I redresed myself on the seat, still having her hands in mine but her now smiling. "You know that we're always there for you...that I'm always there for you."

"I know." I smiled at her before I could see Zasha coming back from the bedroom.

"The place is used by Freya !" They exclaimed in an low voice, having something like an picture in their hands. I stand up at hearing her name from their mouth.

"You're sure ?" I asked.

"Yes, got this as proof !" They handed to me the picture but also....an necklace. The picture, it was me with Freya, both in military outfits with Perseus insignia on them. We were young at that time and Freya...her hair wasn't not like today....not shaved on the side, this picture was the third real thing from my old life that I saw. The necklace, it was something that Freya was always wearing and seeing it here means that she was coming here time to time. "Freya must be using your old apartment as an way to not forgive you, it seems."

"In fact....Freya...she saw me last month, she realized that I wasn't dead." I told them as they were unaware of it at all because I never speak about it to them, their eyes went wide about this.

"Wait, are you saying that Freya saw you alive ?" Zasha was sounding more confused than ever.

"Yes but....it wasn't 'Yirina' at all....it was...'Bell' !" I replied in an low voice. I spoke about that to Zasha and they start to slowly realize my words.

"Oh, so you're meaning that she thinks that you're still...brainwashed ?" I nodded to them, biting my lips.

"Yirina think it can be used as an way to have Freya back in our side and I think it too." Park affirmed, standing next to me as she was checking the picture. "She did have Freya's number to call her." She added, making Zasha to look at me more surprised.

"It's been 2 weeks that I didn't call her." I breathed before looking at the phone in the living room, I wasn't in the mood to call Freya right now. "Maybe later." I whispered before I look around the living room.

"So what should we do ?" Zasha asked

"Since Freya is still using the place, you're gonna put her necklace back at where you found it." I answered, handing to Zasha Freya's necklace...but keeping the picture with me before finally handing it too. I wanted to take it but if I did, Freya will have know that I did come here. "We're going to leave quickly before we got any surprises and then, we're driving to your old place." I said to Zasha before they start to return into my old bedroom that I didn't enter and I think it was better that I don't. Since I came back here, my memories in here were like reliving themselves in my ears...my voice, Freya's voice, Zasha's voice....

"Do you think we will come back here ?" Park demanded, putting her hand behind my back and honestly, I couldn't give her an proper answer to that question.

"I don't know to be frankly...." I responded, looking down at my feets and taking an deep breath. Maybe I will come back here, maybe not and I will have to make an choice. This place, it was strange to step in it again and leaving it without something, it kinda make me feel strange & weird like if I never know of this place.....

"We should get out for now....this place is going to freak me out."

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After a successful photoshoot the MCPTF duo took for a detective magazine, Haru bashfuly thanked the camera crew for their work and started to gather his belongings. After a couple of seconds he didn't see Daisuke moving much from his spot at the studio backdrop so he decided to check on him.

Daisuke was still standing there, petting a beautiful cat on his shoulders. He was smiling for the first time in a long time and Haru couldn't help himself but to tease him a little.

"You have a soft spot for kittens, huh Kambe?" "Huh?" "You love animals don't you?" "Don't get the wrong idea. Just because I helped that little boy with a dog back the-" "I get it, no need to get so self-defensive." Haru approached the two and pet the cat as well. Daisuke continued "We had a family cat back in the days but she died from a kidney failure." "I'm sorry to hear that." "Pedigree cats are always difficult to maintain."

He then approached the studio producer and asked "What's the name?" while pointing at the purring ball of fluff. "Oh the name's Kumo-" "No, I meant the name of the breed." "It's a Maine Coon my good sir."

Daisuke took his phone, dialed a number and a lovely lady could be heard on the opposite line "Yes, Daisuke-sama?" "Suzue, do we have all the predispositions that satisfy the adoption of a cat?" "I mean yes but we can't charge a butler to take responsibility for everything. Consider chipping, regular visits to the vet, special shampoos, nail clippers, toothbrushes, specialized treats, eye drops, litter box, toys, climbing frames, there are many factors which need to be taken care of Daisuke-sama. Besides, it's been such a long tim-" "Alright"

Daisuke ended the phone call with a dissatisfied sigh before asking quietly "How much?" to which Haru needed to interfere. "Didn't Suzue-san just tell you not to take a cat home?" and Daisuke gave him an annoyed side-glance "I'll figure something out."

When he arrived to the mansion in his Bentley Continental GT, he glanced at the backseat to address the feline comfortably lying in the fancy pet carrier. "You better not make a sound, understood?" to which the cat just purred in satisfaction. Daisuke felt so silly at this moment, like a little boy hiding a broken vase from his mother.

When he was about to enter the mansion, he accidentally walked on Suzue typing something on her tablet. She looked up and was delighted to see Daisuke coming home safe and sound. Daisuke stood at the doors, one side of his body peering from the corner while the other with a cat was hidden behind the wall. "Welcome back Daisuke-sama, the crack-open naengmyeon is already served on the table, you can take your seat." "Actually, I was planning on doing something else beforehand. Would you please excuse me for a moment?" "Of course." Suzue turned around and waited for him in the dining room. And although Daisuke was very good at keeping his serious demeanor, Suzue still noticed that something was off, with the tone of his voice for instance. It was very faint but Suzue was able to recognize things like this since she knew him so well. Still, she decided not to question him about it.

Daisuke entered his room and laid the pet carrier on the floor. Opening the zipper, the cat jumped out and rolled cozily on his bed. Daisuke held his phone and took a picture. He decided that he couldn't leave it by itself so he went downstairs to the storeroom where he took a litter box and filled it with old newspapers just in case.

After that he joined Suzue for lunch, they talked about Daisuke's photoshoot and Suzue's data she collected on certain people regarding a case. Daisuke told her that the magazine will be published in three weeks or so and Suzue was so happy she promised that she'll be the first costumer to buy it. Daisuke smiled more around Suzue after he let go of his past and threw his father into the jail. Now that all the bad things are behind him, he can finally indulge in his life and pay more attention to Suzue to whom he has yet to make up for all she has done for him over the years. He's thinking about marrying her soon.

While they were eating and pleasantly chatting, a high pitched "mrow" could be heard from the upper floor.

"What was that?" Daisuke let out a dry cough and said "My apologies. It seems that I needed to take a thicker coat before leaving for an appointment." "But.. you always pay attention to things like this." "It's true, but today I was a little late, had other things to do." "Don't overwork yourself, you need to think about your health." "Seems like you need to take better care of me.", he said with a smirk plastered on his lips to which Suzue just laughed and replied "You're so spoiled." and he scooted closer to her whispering "But I like it better when you do it.", and almost kissed her before the two heard a soft thud coming from the above.

"Excuse me for a moment, I need to check what's happening up there. Will be right back.", maybe the moment was ruined but he kissed her forehead nonetheless and went upstairs, leaving her full-hearted and all mushy inside. Her mind was so hazed from the thought of Daisuke kissing her forehead and almost kissing her lips that she didn't register the cause of his concern.

When he arrived to his room he had things to behold; scattered papers and documents all over the floor and the ashtray he typically used after his "adventurous nights with Suzue" was lying on the ground right next to the nightstand. The cat was sitting on his working table licking her paw as if nothing of this concerned her in the slightest. Daisuke sighed in disappointment and put her back in her "baby jail". She already gave him such a hard time but he couldn't be angry with her, she was his baby (yes he already considered himself a dad for god's sake).

Since they already finished with their meals, Suzue went back to her tech room to finish her work and Daisuke took the opportunity to place some meat and water on small plates and bring it to his naughty little friend.

The cat calmed down instantly after she ate and went straight to sleep. Daisuke couldn't believe his own eyes, the audacity, the sheer amount of spoilage this creature showed was unreal. It reminded him so much of himself and he smiled a little. He really missed having a cat.

After he cleaned up and finished his other tasks, he laid on the bed next to her and pet her soft white fur, making her purr louder and snuggle up beside him. Daisuke knows that Suzue is not stupid and that she'll eventually catch up on him sneaking behind her back to give Furry Elise treats (yes her name is Furry Elise, "Für Elise" might be one of Beethoven’s best-known piano pieces and Daisuke knows how to play it too).

And it actually happened that same night. Daisuke was about to fill her small plate with more meat when he met Suzue in the kitchen and she asked him what he was doing. He instantly gave up because it would be so blatantly obvious and incredibly stupid of him to say that he was trying out a new weight-losing tip when no one in this god-forsaken world ate raw chicken.

So he took her to his room and showed her Furry Elise. And although the cat purred really loudly upon seeing them, Suzue wasn't happy about it. In fact, she looked really disappointed and Daisuke needed to apologize. He explained her how it happened and how he wished to have a pet after a really long time. He thought she liked cats as well and therefore concluded that it wouldn't be such a big deal to adopt this cute little feline she loved so much, but apparently it was, so he asked her one more time why she was so reluctant to the whole idea of owning a cat again.

Suzue now shredded a couple of tears and Daisuke was seriously alarmed upon seeing her like this so he carefully cupped her with his hand behind her back and hugged her, asking why she was crying all of a sudden.

"It's just.. I don't want to go though this all over again." "What are you talking about?" "You see, my parents died, your parent died, our previous cat died so soon. I'm living in fear every day and asking myself if something's going to happen to you as well, that's why I'm so excessively worrying about you. And everything I need right now is another sweet creature that I love so much leaving us again. I don't think I'd be able to handle it anymore."

"Suzue.. I never thought..", Daisuke kissed her head and felt a big amount of guilt dawning on him. He was so selfish for only thinking about what made him happy without considering Suzue's emotions. But then he reclaimed his mind and tried to concentrate on saying the right thing. Hopefully he can make her feel better again.

"Suzue, my dear, you shouldn't limit yourself to things that make you happy. It's not healthy. You see, none of us is eternal; neither you, nor me, nor this kitten down there looking at you with so much love in her eyes. But for that very reason that none of us is eternal, we should dedicate our time to one another and make most of it. So please don't deny yourself or your feelings. Instead of dwelling on the sad things, we should concentrate more on our time spent together and be happy, okay?"

Even Daisuke didn't know how he managed to word it this nicely but he did and he realized that both of them were crying by now. They shared a passionate kiss but got interrupted by a small furball rubbing on their feet like it wanted to share a hug as well and Suzue smiled through tears.

She squatted and carefully took the cat in her hands. "What's her name?" "Furry Elise." Suzue now needed to laugh so much and she hadn't even recovered from her previous emotional outburst.

"I love it, you're really good at this.. it's.. the song you used to play for me all the time before you went studying overseas."

He looked at her with so much love and adoration at this exact moment.

"Know what? I think I'm falling for you all over again, Mr. Millionaire." Daisuke swore, his heart was full that night and no money could ever compare to this feeling.

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“I will arrive in West Vancouver at eight o’clock. Do not be late. If you won’t be in the airport at eight o’clock, I’ll come back. I’m not kidding, Andy.”

That was the message left by Andy’s older brother in his voice mail.

- Thanks God... - He sat down on the main staircase of his house after listening it.

Andrew was devastated. Completely. His wife, Hope Mae, was the light of his life, and for almost three days he had no news about her.

The message was left by Wiles at eight o’clock at morning. He passed that Friday flighting at West Vancouver, and Andrew passed all that day looking for Hope Mae - unsuccessfully.

That agony seemed never end to him. He knew that situations like that could happen when he decided to stay with Hope Mae, but he didn’t have idea that could hurt so badly.

Andrew arrived to the airport looking... Well, not good. When his brother came out of the airplane and saw him, he needed to check if was the same person that he remembered. Wiles, who was always elegant, was hoping to find Andrew as elegant as he was, even though his styles were different.

- Tobiah.

- I want to be pay. - Wiles cut his brother.

- That’s not a problem and you know it. - Andrew rolled his grey eyes.

They arrived at Andrew’s house. The mansion looked smaller than when they were children to Wiles. He had so many memories lived on that propriety... And almost nothing has changed since he started to living Alexandria, USA. That detail didn’t help.

- Go up the stairs, your room is the same. I’ll prepare a dinner for us. - Andrews said, walking to the kitchen direction.

Wiles climbed the stairs and walked to his old room. He wasn’t waiting what he saw. Andrew kept almost everything in the same spot. Wiles felt a knot in the throat and closed the door again. He crossed the corridor and washed his hands and face.

- Hey.

- Oh, hi, Tobiah. - Andrew said washing some potatoes.

- Can you stop calling me that?

- Oh, yeah. You’re not Tobiah anymore. Now you’re sir Wiles, like dad. A completely different person than who I used to call Tobiah. Am I right?

- Exactly. Except for the part where you said I'm like your father. I'm a completely different Wiles.

- Oh, sure. You're a better one. - Andrew said squinting his eyes, mimicking the tone his brother used to refer to himself.

- Indeed. What are you cooking? - The smells was amazing to Wiles.

- Well, Tobiah’s favorite dinner: fish with potatoes.

“Why is he doing it? What does he want treating me so gently?” - Wiles thought.

- Let’s talk about what’s matters: what a hell happened with Hope Mae, Andrew?

- She was passing by a delicate moment one year ago. The bipolarize type was depressing and I was taking care of her here. She was on a pretty bad mood. I wasn’t working for a long while because of this, she needed all my attention. - He toke a fish. - With the therapy and medicines, she got better and everything was perfect between us. On any day, Hope Mae saw how late my job was. The gallery had late orders, some works of art wasn’t being sold as we were hoping and she felt guilty. She said we were happy and how grateful she was for had been know me, but wasn’t right the way how she’d always need me. She... - Andrew exhaled. - She said we should stop it while she was stable, and then I’d know she wasn’t being dramatic because of the bipolarize type or her depressing mood. I told her that was nothing that I want more than love her and being with her, and we didn’t talk about it anymore for some months.

- Andrew. You’re crying on the fish.

They laughed a little together.

- Stop it! - Wiles asked, seeing another tear fall on top of the fish. - Let it there, that’s disgusting. Keep going and, after stop crying, you make the dinner.

- Well... - Andrew cleaned his face of the tears with the back of his hand. - Hope Mae didn’t stop thinking about that conversation. She thinks she’s stalling my time, my life. You know, because of her condition.

- Uhum.

- And then she just left me with that stupid letter. - Andrew nodded to the letter on the counter.

- What he letter says?

- “I love you, and I beg you to forgive me. I would never ever do something like this not thinking of you first than myself. You deserve a life with someone who is able to give you all that you dream. What about me? I’ll be fine. Don’t worry. And please don’t find me again, because I can’t resist when you hug me and take me back to home. I desire to you a glorious future, and we both know you will have it without me. Your lovely mess, Hope Mae.”

- Why you made me come here if she left you because she wanted to? Do you wanna know how divorces works?

- No, I...

- Are you guys officially married, right? Do you wanna know about division of common assets?

- No!

- So why am I here, Andrew, listening the history of your relationship if she left you because she wanted to??

- She did not!! - Andrew slapped the center island of the kitchen. Wales got a little shocked, that made him stop talking. - I don’t know why.

- That’s your answer? Really?

- That’s not our first time on a situation like that, is it? Where/when I fell something pretty wrong and you don’t help me. She was...

- Enough. - Wiles said, cutting his brother. He closed his eyes and his hands, trying to don’t lose the control.

- I’m sorry... I...

- No, you’re not , Andrew. - Wiles looked into his brothers eyes. - Pay attention on me: we will find your stupid wife and never ever you will call me again. Deal? - Andrew didn’t answer. - Deal? - Wiles insisted.

- Okay, deal. - Andrew toke the fish again. Wiles got up and walked to out to the kitchen. - Tobiah.

- What? - He said mad.

- I won’t talk about her again while you’re here. Promise. - His younger brother said almost crying again.

- Go to the hell, Andrew.

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ONE DAY (chapter one)

Sakil Mahamud

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A beautiful morning,I am walking alone towards my destination.

The timing is very bad so the mood is very bad. In this new town I am a completely alone girl.There is only one girl friend, there is no other friend. I don't know why everyone runs away from me. Everyone started whispering when they saw me. My dress, my speaking style is their problem in everything. I wish, I had more friends.Like everyone else,If I had a boyfriend.He will always be by my side. He will be the prince of my dreams.

My name is Maria Vladimirovna,My nickname is Rita.

I am a beautiful girl, like a butterfly.I am only 15 years old.

Today I will tell you the new story.This is my story, now you will find me One new Maria.

I am half Bangladeshi and half Ukrainian. My father is from Bangladesh and my mother is Ukrainian.They love each other very much. Since my father is Bangladeshi, I spent my childhood in Sirajganj,

Sirajganj is a district town in Bangladesh.

Now I have left Sirajganj and am in Cherkasy with my mother.Charkasy is a city in Ukraine.

I am the first child of my parents, then I also have a younger sister.Her name is Marisha.

My introduction episode is over, now let's get into the main story.

One day,

Carelessly I was walking down the street.Suddenly a strange man came into view.He should be told,A strange creature that looks like a human.

My curious mind went to him,It looks so crazy to see him.Can't be called completely mad because he was dressed. Her unkempt hair and dirty face made her look strange, But his face is so magical. She who is addicted to the illusion of her appearance will surely fall in love with her.

Who are you?

A being human.

I can see that But what do you do here?

I am waiting for the right time.

What is the right time?

Who are you?

I am Maria,I am a....

Why talk so much?Get out of here.

Stupid man,Threatens me.You are a crazy drunk man.

Get away.I'm not intoxicated.

All drunkards say such things.

Get away...Get away....

Alina told you about this man,But he is half mad.

He looks good,Then why do you call him mad?

Let's talk, then you will understand.

Who's here? Are you Maria?

Yes,But what if you know me?

The smell of your skin,It sets you apart from everyone else. Is the girl your friend?

Yes,Her name is Alina. She is my only best friend.

You talk too much.

I think this is why I have less friends.

No,You talk a lot but your mind is beautiful.

Maria,

You said that man was mad.

Silent! I don't mean that.

No, that's fine.All the people in the world are mad.

We don't understand.

I will say another day, not today.

Why?

Someone is calling me,I have to go now.She is calling me,I have to go.

Who called him?

I don’t know.

Well, let's go home, it's too late.

On the third day I started looking for him but I did not find him anywhere. I sat for a long time for him, if he came. But he doesn't come. In just two days, I had a lot of love for him. He is mad, yet I likes to talk to him.

I sat for a long time and I saw the blue sky,I think the sky is alone like me.

I found him on the way to school today,His clothes are worn out today.

Where were you yesterday?

Maria?

Does anyone other than me look for you?

No.

Answer the question.

Yesterday I went to look for an old friend.

Why are you in this condition?

Some boys and girls on the street would hit me thinking I was mad.

Shit! People are so bad,They found you alone so they beat you. Will you go to my house with me?

Your mother will scold you.

I'll take care of that, now you go with me.

Who is the man?

My friend.

Mad guy,he your friend.Maria, are you kidding me?

Please mom, just one day.Please... Please...

It’s ok,Call him.

yes,Mom is calling you to come inside.

What's your name?

Saki.

Well Saki, take a bath and then go inside.

Yes mam.

You will call me Lina.

Hum..

Maria, you have been given the responsibility to see him.

Yes mom.

If there is a disturbance then you have no protection.

I'll see, mother, don't worry.

Take this towel and new clothes, come and take a bath.There is soap and shampoo in the bathroom.

Thanks little Maria.

Wow! You looking beautiful.You look very beautiful at the end of the bath.

Everything is your achievement.

Come to the balcony after dinner, we will talk for a long time.

What are you doing, sir?

I read books.

Who wrote the book?

Who wrote it is not a big deal, what is written inside the book is a big deal.Maria, what do you want to be when you grow up?

A doctor and I want to serve people.

You are young now so your mind is clear now,But when you grow up, you run after money.Remember, money is not everything in the world.

Well sir give me some advice.

Maria, these are not funny things.

All right, you say.

Pay attention,

The chapter you're learning today, is going to save someone's life tomorrow.

Arrange your life as you wish,Make your own way, not follow the path shown by others.Don't be a blind believer.

There has been a lot of advice.Maria go to sleep now.

Ok mom.

Who are you And what do you want here?

I'm Saki,Chapter of a failed story.

It will be continue......

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Hello there, I hope you're well :)) I was wondering if I could request a story with RAVN, an AU where the reader is an idol who debuted in another group. They were close friends from a previous company they trained in, parted ways, and have reunited again to perform a special stage with Trouble Maker (by Troublemaker) :O I hope that's alright with you, thank you! :))

Thank you for requesting!! I rewrote this a few times since I wasn’t entirely satisfied with how it was turning out *sighs* but I finally managed to write something that I thought you might enjoy, so I hope you do! I tried to make it gender neutral so that any reader can feel comfortable reading it !! (Also, watching the Trouble Maker stage again brought me great memories, so thank you for that

We’ve received many great requests lately that we’re working on, so if you requested something, thank you very much! As always our requests are still open! the groups we write for are in our bio and here are some prompt lists that can help you come up with a request!

Troublemaker - Kim Youngjo

“And six, seven, eight. Give me one, two, and three and four...”

Sweat dripped from your forehead, but you gave your best and followed the voice of your group leader while focusing on making your moves as wide and precise as possible. The fast beat of the song made your adrenaline rush, but the moment the song ended you couldn’t help but let your body fall on the floor, just like your fellow group mates did, and sigh in relief. You were so tired; you didn’t think you could have lasted much longer on your feet.

  “Okay guys! Great job today!” You all clapped and cheered, and your leader brought two boxes full of ramyeon cups and ice cream so that you could eat something and regain some energy before leaving to the dorm.

“Woah… we looked so cool right now. I wish we could come back right now… I don’t understand why we must wait any longer, we could do the whole choreography with our eyes closed! We’ve been practicing for so long…” One of your peers complained while waiting for the food to cool down.

“I guess they are planning to release something else before our comeback, so they don’t want that to sift the focus away from our new album. I’m sure it’s for our sake, so don’t worry about it.” The leader answered.

All of you nodded in response, agreeing with those words and feeling much more relieved.

"Also! Have you guys heard about that new show where they-“

Your friend was interrupted by your manager, who suddenly entered the training room with a huge smile filling his face.

 “Hello! Did practice go well?” All of the members, including you, stretched your backs and sat properly while greeting him, “Ohh, you are eating! Please, continue doing so and don’t mind me. I just wanted to say that we have big news, so, if you could come to my office when you are done so that we can discuss that, it would be great. Now, enjoy your meal.”

“Thank you, mister.” You quickly finished the food and followed the rest of the members to the manager’s office, where he was sitting down between the main producer of the company and the CEO, who immediately stood up to greet you as he saw you coming into the room.

“Oh, you are here already, hello, hello.” He gestured towards the chairs they’d prepared for you, and all of you nervously sat down, glancing between the manager and the CEO, not knowing what to expect.

The CEO cleared his throat and kept speaking, “So… I heard the preparation for your next come back is going great! I’m proud of all of you. I’m sure by now you must be wondering why we have delayed the release of the new songs so much… That’s the reason we told you to come here. We have something to announce.” He shifted his sight to your manager, who took the floor from there.

 “Well… the thing is, we are organizing a concert where you will be able to premiere your new song, kind of like a huge live spoiler, with a special stage that will hopefully increase your popularity while arousing great expectation and buzz about the new album.”

You looked and the rest of your members, who all shared bright smiles and sights filled with hope and excitement.

“A special stage! But… what will it be like?” One of your friends asked, clapping with joy.

“We cannot tell you the details yet… But one of you will collaborate with a member from a popular boy group. This time, we can only choose one member, but we hope that does not lead no any time of jealousy or hatred between members. We promise to bring you more opportunities like this one in the future, so that every one of you can have their own special stage.”

The members all nodded and smiled, not giving much importance to it, “It’s okay, we are grateful for the opportunity, no matter who goes on the stage, we will all be cheering for them.”

“But, which boy group is it?”

This time, it was the general producer who spoke, “we can’t say it yet, since we will sign the papers tomorrow morning, but I have worked with them before, and I assure you, you won’t be disappointed.”

The manager smiled and spoke up as well, “We will also announce the person who will go on the stage tomorrow, after lunch. That was everything we wanted to tell you, so please go and rest now, and we will see each other tomorrow.”

Your friends kept trying to guess which boy group it would be on your way to the dorm, but you didn’t think much about it, although… you couldn’t help but wonder… what if the group was…? No, there’s no way… You thought, shaking your head and trying to think about something else.

Finally home, you threw yourself on your bed and picked up a box of snacks to munch on while you waited for your mates to take a shower before you could do so yourself. You were reading a news article on your phone when it buzzed on your hand, signaling that you’d received a new message.

Kim Youngjo [23:14]: hey (y/n), home already?

It was Kim Youngjo, also known as Ravn, his stage name. Ravn and you knew each other for more than six years, since you had been trainees at the same company before. He changed companies and debuted with a boy group called Oneus, which was popular all over the country, and you also changed companies less than a month after he did and managed to debut with your own group. Sadly, you didn’t hang out together anymore, due to your busy schedules and fear of the nasty comments some people might make. Still, you texted each other pretty often, and you considered him one of your closest friends.

You sent him a picture of yourself, holding a snack in front of the camera and delivering him a wink. You knew he would still be in his company building, and you liked to tease him showing how comfortable you were on your bed, enjoying snacks while he still had to train. You would never do that to anyone else, but with him, it was kind of a private joke by now. He would always respond with another picture of himself, and this time it was him showing off his recently dyed greenish hair, drenched in sweat. He looked as if he was trying to frown, to show how annoying your picture was, but his smile proved he was not mad at all.

Kim Youngjo [23:16]: We are almost done for today… I’m craving snacks now!!

You kept chatting for a bit longer, until you heard your friends calling you and had to say goodbye to him. You were really happy for him, and obviously also for yourself, since you had been able to debut in a wonderful group which was loved by many incredible people. But still, some part of you wished you had more freedom, and could meet your friend and spend as much time with him as you used to…

You took the shower you needed after a long day of hard work, and while the warm drops of water ran down your skin and soothed your sore muscles, a wild thought came to your mind. It would be wonderful… if someday I had the opportunity to share the stage with him…

The next day started just like any other. You went to the main building, where you trained for hours until you had your lunch break and then went back to training. However, as you were on your way back to the dancing room, you heard your manager calling out your name.

“(y/n)! Did you eat already?” He rushed towards you, and you stopped walking and bowed at him politely.

“Yes sir! I was on my way back to practice.”

“Great! Follow me, please, I need to talk to you.” He turned his back at you and walked into his office, and you followed his instructions.

You felt your insides turn, even though you couldn’t think of anything that you’d done wrong. But if it wasn’t because of that, why would he be calling you to his office? Did he want you to advise him on which member to choose for the special stage? That might be it… If he asks me, I should go for our leader, shouldn’t I? they have worked so hard for this comeback… but what about our main dancer? I should ask him first if he’s looking for a dancer or a singer… Or could it be our rapper?

“…so after he comes you will have to start practicing the song together, but I know you will learn the choreography very fast, so it won’t be a problem. Ehm… (y/n)? Are you listening to me?”

You had zoomed out, so you had no idea what he was talking about, “Sorry, mister! I zoomed out for a moment… Could you… repeat that?”

He sighed and shook his head, rolling his eyes as he did so, “I swear young people nowadays never have their head where it should be. I said you were chosen for the stage, so take your things and wait for the other idol so that you can go to the practice room together.”

“I was… what? The special stage? Wait…” You kept stuttering and mumbling, trying to make sense of what he’d told you.

A knock was heard on the door, and a producer from the company came in, “Mister, could I talk to you for a moment? We need your opinion on this new idea…”

“Yeah, sure! We just finished here. (y/n), thank you for your time, he will be here very soon, so don’t worry, you have a lot of time to practice together. Okay sir, let me hear that idea…”

You left the room, confused about what just happened, and decided to head to the restroom before doing anything else. Once you’d finished there and had splashed cold water on your face, which made you feel a bit more confident about the whole thing, you went back to the lobby, where you ran into a familiar person.

You froze, looking at the boy who stood in front of you, taking in his dark brown eyes and the green spikes that covered his bangs.

“Young… Youngjo? What the hell are you doing here?!” Your old friend expression changed into a surprised one and his huge smile made him squint his eyes.

“(y/n)! I wanted to give you a surprise, that’s what I didn’t tell you I was coming to your company!” He laughed and pulled you into his arms, “It’s so good to see you again!”

You let your hands rest on his back and let yourself enjoy his embrace for a moment, “I missed you, Ravn”

He laughed, not used to you calling him by his stage name.

“So, which one’s the way to the practice room?”

“The… the practice room?”

“Of course! We have a stage to prepare for, don’t we?”

A thousand thoughts crossed your mind at that moment. You pushed him away with shock and looked straight into his eyes, “Are you… are we doing the stage together?”

“What? You don’t want to? I already practiced my part of the choreography… and I feel confident to say anyone would like to take your spot.” He smirked and rested his hands on your hips, “But I want you to be the one. Let’s make trouble together.”

You both ran into the practice room, laughing and dancing around. You flashed your hips at him while he showed you his part and sang the chorus of the song. And at that moment, you realized, that was all you’d ever wanted.

The day of the performance, the crowd went crazy. You had great chemistry, and it showed. Youngjo and you danced in perfect synchronization, his hands resting on your boding as if that was where they belonged. Every time his face was in front of yours, he would wink at you, and there was no trace of awkwardness, since you felt the most comfortable around each other. The fans went crazy when your hands travelled down his torso, and then again when he had his solo dance break, which you observed with pride. The song came to an end, and Youngjo took your hands into his and gave you the most heart-warming smile you’d ever seen. It had been a total success, and everyone loved it so much, they kept asking for more.

You’d thought you would never be able to go on the stage with him. But there you were, and, you had to admit, you were a killing duo.

[luv4fandoms]

Private show (Cecil L'Ively x Reader) {Part 1}

(So I have changed my mind about doing individual oneshots for kinktober, but I hope you all still enjoy this and let me know what you think 😊.) I haven't really seen any Cecil stories on here so I wanted to write some.

Original gif imagine by @itoldyounottodoit. And can be found here

You can also find this on ao3 if you prefer that.

(Part 2)

Day 1. Voyeurism

Character: Cecil L'Ively (x files)

Warning: Smut (kind of a given...It's for kinktober) talk of a cheating boyfriend.

Word count:3,916

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When your parents offered you a spot in the old house they had just bought in Maine, you didn't need to think twice before you agreed, needing time away from your town, and your headache of a relationship. Some mountain air was sure to do you some good, so you quickly packed and drove, watching the sunny beaches fade behind you. The drive was around fourteen hours, but it was well worth it when you saw the house. A white three storey beauty with a wrap around porch, how did they afford this?!

"What do you think?" Your mom asked as you stepped out of your car.

"How the hell did you score this?!" You replied, hugging her

"It had been on the market for over five years so the price was super low, needed a bit of work on the inside but our lovely neighbors pointed us to their house caretaker slash handyman and he worked his magic" she explained.

"Awesome neighbors" you laughed.

"Oh they are" she smiled and pointed behind you, you spun around to see a face you never thought you'd see again.

"Margerete!?" You exclaimed, meeting the young girl halfway as she bounded over to wrap you in her arms. Margerete was a young girl you had met when you were little, she came from England, and from very wealthy parents, almost aristocratic you could say. She had been staying with her aunt in Florida when you two met, her aunt had been estranged from the family, but when Margerete's parents had gotten into a bit of trouble they sent Margerete to her for safety. She had been sent back to England when you both were sixteen, and though you two tried to stay in contact, your lives had drifted apart.

"It is so amazing to see you!!" She smiled,

"You haven't changed a bit" you smiled back.

"Why would I? Perfect the way I am" she laughed.

"Have you moved here than?" She asked, her voice hopeful.

"I will be staying for a bit, unsure if I will move yet"

"Well then I'll just have to convince you!" You smiled, you returned her smile, happy that even though so many years had passed, you two could easily fall back into place...When something, or rather, someone, caught your eye. You noticed a man painting the balau swing that sat in the front garden, he didn't seem too concerned about the possibility of getting paint on him as he wore a dark blue coat over his plaid shirt. His hair was short and brown, and you wondered what he looked like from the front. Margerete noticed your stare and smirked, before turning to stand beside you.

"That's Cecil, the house caretaker, I can introduce you two if you want" she stated.

"What?" You asked, still looking at the man, almost willing him to turn around, what color eyes did he have? Did he have facial hair or was he clean shaven?

"I'll call him over" she stated, breaking you out of your trance.

"No! No that...that won't be necessary, I'm….in a relationship anyways" you told her, your voice falling near the end.

"You sure about that? You don't sound like you want to be" she replied a bit concerned.

"It's...it's complicated" you sighed.

"Right! Well how about you go and get unpack, and if you're not too tired, you come back and we can catch up over some tea yeah?" She smiled, causing you to smile as well, she always had that effect.

"I'd like that".

It didn't take you long to unpack, having only filled a couple of suitcases, so you quickly emptied them into the dressers in the small room near the back of the house and freshened up before heading back over to Margerete's. You'd be lying if you said you didn't spare a glance towards the garden on your way up the path, but Cecil was gone already, and for a moment you felt disappointed. Ringing the doorbell you waited for Margerete to answer, glancing around the beautifully landscaped yard, you only turned back towards the door when you heard it open, but it was not Margerete that greeted you. Clean shaven was the answer to your question earlier, and eyes that were the rare kind that seemed hard to describe, they seemed hazel, but more on the brown side. He wore a smile that made him seem friendly enough, but something flickering in his gaze made you think that something was smouldering just below the surface...Either way this man was far too attractive for his own good. 

"Hello there" and he was British too?! Come on!

"You must be (y/n), Miss Margerete said she would be expecting you. I'm Cecil, the home's caretaker" he explain, stepping out of your way and gesturing for you to come in" 

"It's a pleasure to meet you, my mother told me about how you helped them with repairs, I can't thank you enough for that" you smiled at him, he simply waved you off.

"Was no trouble at all, your parents are lovely folk, please right this way, Miss Margerete is on a call with her mother right now but she'll be down soon" he led you to the living room where a woman came in with a tray of tea and cookies.

"This is Kathrine, she's the maid here"

"Very nice to meet you dear" the older woman smiled.

"Very nice to meet you as well ma'am" you smiled, she nodded after setting the tray down and left.

"Your mother tells me that your family always wanted a house here?" He asked, sitting in the chair next to yours.

"Yes, ever since my brother moved here"

"But she seemed surprised when you agreed to come," he added, to which you let out a slight chuckle.

"I'm sorry, that is probably personal, it's just your mother talks," he tried to backtrack but you simply shook your head.

"It's fine, really...They were shocked because my boyfriend recently proposed," you stated.

"Oh, congratulations," he replied.

"Yeah" you said with another weak chuckle.

"Except I told him I'd have to think about it"

"Oh?"

"Not really sure if I can marry someone I've already had to forgive three times for cheating on me" you stated.

"Why did you forgive him at all?" He asked, looking up you noted his look of disgust toward your boyfriend's actions.

"Honestly...I thought I loved him...But now...I don't know" you sighed.

"From the sounds of it you need to throw that wanker to the curb" a female voice rang out, and you both turned towards the doorway, Cecil went to stand but Margerete simply pushed him back down by the shoulder.

"No need to get up Ce, you can join (y/n) and I, she seems to enjoy your company" she stated, sending a smirk your way.

Conversation flowed easily between the three of you while you drank your tea, you caught up with Margerete, both she and Cecil agreed your boyfriend should be your ex, you learned a little bit about Cecil, about how he has been a handyman, caretaker, gardener, in the past but that was as much as he would indulge, Margerete seemed fine with this, but his closed book made you want to know more. He showed off a few magic tricks that had the two of you girls laughing before it dissolved into another conversation. Before you knew it, it had gotten late and you needed to get back over to your house for dinner, you and Margerete agreed to a dinner another time. Cecil though, insisted on walking you back, even if it was only across the street, according to him, it wasn't safe at night. When you reached the door you turned to him, a smirk on your lips as you looked back at Margerete's house.

"But who will protect you against the dark now good sir? You have to walk back by yourself" You asked, feigning concern. He smirked at you.

"Worried about me? We just met" you couldn't help but smile when he did, your character breaking. 

"Don't fret love, I'll be alright." He added, turning to leave.

"I hope we can hang out again..sometime" you stated, slightly feeling like a fool, he was right, you had just met, but there was something about him.

"I'd love to," he said, turning to give you one last look, a now lit cigarette hanging from his lips...odd..you hadn't seen him reach for a lighter.

"Until then love" and with that he made his way back across the street. That night you had gone to bed early, your body tired from the long drive, and as you drifted off you laid completely unaware of the eyes watching you from the window.

The rest of the week had pretty much flown past, when you weren't helping your parents around the house, or writing for your newspaper column back home, you were spending time with Cecil and Margerete. More so with Cecil as Margerete seemed to always be pushing the two of you together, not that you minded. Groaning you answered and ended the call quickly, having looked at the number to see your now ex boyfriend, you had told him you were through, having recently found out about yet another affair, but he hadn't seemed to grasp the concept and swore the two of you could work it out.

"Should I answer it next time? Kindly tell him to fuck off?" Cecil smirked as the two of you continued your walk through the park.

"No, that will just start him up worse" 

"I still don't understand why you haven't told him off yet"

"Mainly because all my stuff is still in the apartment he and I shared back home."

"Why not just go get your things then love?" He asked, God you hoped he didn't notice the shiver that ran down your spine every time he called you love, you would be lying if you said you didn't find the man extremely attractive, had in fact, since you first met him, and having spent so much time with him this week was only making these feeling that had began to flutter around worse. 

"I'm planning to, just have to figure out when" you sighed, coming to lean against a tree.

"Well, whenever you do, allow me to come along." He started, slowly stepping closer to you.

"That way if your ex is still too dumb to take the hint"he added, now right in front of you, so close the two of you were almost touching and you watched as he raised a hand to cup your cheek, turning your face up towards him.

"I can take care of him" he all but whispered, slowly leaning in, his lips so close as you felt yourself leaning in also, just an inch and the two of you would-

"Hello Ms.(l/n)!" A voice called out, causing the two of you to break apart, you looked over and saw Mr.Tucker, one of your other neighbors.

"Hello Mr.Tucker!" You waved.

"Tell your mother thank you for the pie will you? The wife and I loved it!" He smiled.

"Will do Mr.Tucker" you replied before the man turned and left, Cecil and you turned to look at each other before you both laughed.

"Let's get you home, it's starting to get dark" he stated, grabbing your hand and leading you back down the path. To say you were once again wired that night would be an understatement, this seemed to be your body's constant state of self whenever you were around Cecil too long. Like you were a bomb, just waiting for someone to light the fuse. You sighed as you tossed your sheets off, the room suddenly too hot as you thought back to the charming caretaker across the street. It wouldn't be the first time the thought of him has caused a fire in your belly, he seemed to be what kept you up at night.

'Sadly not in the best way' you thought, thinking about him, you wondered what kind of lover he would be, would he be gentle? Take his time and worship you? Or would he be rough? Take what he wanted, pleasing you both in the process? You had a feeling he would be a mixture, that sweet smile always seemed to try to disguise the twinkle of mischief in his eyes. You sighed as you thought back to today, how close you were to finally feeling his lips on yours, you wondered how they would feel slowly working down your body, teasing you with feather touches, making you squirm under him as he worked you up. You sighed again, one hand slowly sliding down to grasp your breast, your thin nightshirt doing little to hide your already peaked nipples, your other hand slowly slid down to lightly caress the front of your panties. You thought back to Cecil, thinking about him taking your nipple between his lips, lavishing it with his tongue before giving it a gentle nip, his hand giving ample attention to your other breast before he switched. Your breathing picked up as you pictured his hand slowly sliding down your front, your hand mimicking your thoughts as you slowly pushed up your top before taking it off completely, leaving you bare from the waist up. You settled back down and was about to return to your fantasy, when the feeling of being watched suddenly came over you and you opened your eyes to look around but didn't notice anything out of the ordinary. You had been having this feeling since you arrived but tonight it seemed stronger, but upon finding nothing you closed your eyes once more and returned to your fantasy. You grasped your breasts, giving them ample attention before the fire in your core became too much to ignore, quickly throwing your panties off you pictured Cecil running his hand along your stomach, gently teasing you right above where you needed him most.

"Please" you whispered.

"Please what love?" You heard him say in your head.

"Please..touch me" you begged into the night.

"As you wish" and with that you slid your finger into your slick core just as your fantasy Cecil did, you knew your fingers weren't as thick as his, but they would have to do. You let out a low mewl as you bagan pumping them, picture Cecil above, giving you that knee weakening smirk as he watched you writher under him.

"You like that love? Like it when I touch you?"

"Yes! Please don't stop" you panted, making sure to stay quiet.

"I wouldn't dream of it, not until you've come for me" he told you, pressing another finger into your core and causing you to cry out, your hips raised off the mattresses as you continued to fuck yourself, the fantasy of him so vivid that it had you calling out for the man.

"Cecil!" You gasped, your movements slowing a bit, you were unsure why you opened your eyes, but when you did you noticed something. The old mirror that sat in the room gave the perfect view of the window that sat diagonal to your bed, and from that view you realised where the feeling of being watched came from. From the window you could see that a slight ways away from the window, partially hidden by a tree was Cecil, one hand gripping onto the tree while the other was hidden in his pants, the movements making it known just what he was doing. Now maybe it would have startled you, or caused concern if your brain wasn't so focused on getting off,  but the thought of him watching you fuck yourself sent a thrill down you spine and made you quicken your pace, your body stretching out so he could see more as you watched him through the mirror just as he watched you. You watched him bite down on his lip, his movements quickening along with yours, while his eyes roamed your body. You couldn't help the moan that escaped you as you focused on his movements, knowing he was getting just as much pleasure as you, and that thought seemed to be what drove you over as you came with a soft cry of his name. You slowed your breathing as you came down from your high, glancing at the mirror to see his head tilted down as he leaned against the tree for support, seeming having spent himself as well. You watched as he looked back up, eyes roaming your body once more before you decided to tease him a bit more and pull your blankets over you again. With a small smirk he turned around, pulled out a cigarette and left.

'So watching is his thing huh?' You thought, the slight thrill still running through you.

'Well then, maybe I should put on a private show'

Another week passed before you had an opportunity to put your plan into action, your parents were leaving for the weekend, so you had the whole house to yourself, you had gone shopping with Margerete recently and picked out a very sexy little black number, one she insisted you were going to wear for Cecil one day, she didn't know how soon 'one day' was. You had done your hair, donned your lingerie and hid it under a robe while you sat in bed reading. Truth be told you had reread the same sentence about five times and still couldn't say what it said, you were too wired, waiting to see some sort of movement in the old mirror, movement, that luckily didn't take that long. You had been flirting with Cecil a lot more this past week, not so much that one would think it was sudden, but enough to get him riled up, so when you saw the slight hint of him standing behind the same tree, you knew it was time to start. Closing your book you sat it on the dresser, slowly you went around and lit the candles that you had scattered around the room before switching off the light, bathing yourself in the soft orange glow the fire gave off. Sparing a sneaky glance towards the open curtain you saw him leaning against the tree, still slightly out of sight, but the orange glow of his cigarette gave away his position. Slowly making your way back to the bed you dropped the robe, giving him a full view of what lay beneath before climbing onto the mattress. First you sat in the middle of the bed facing the window, your hands running along your sides before stopping to cup your breasts, the thin lace only covering your nipples as they hardened under your caress. Your eyes closed while your head lulled back, the thoughts of him watching already had you dripping. Stopping, you slowly reached behind you and unclasped the bra, letting it fall off before tossing it aside, your breasts now on full view for your lone audience. Your hands ran along your thighs, before coming to gently rest on your panties, the wet spot clearly visible against the lace. Your legs spread wider as you slowly ran your finger along yourself, moaning at the feeling that wasn't giving you enough to dull the ache. Slowly standing, you took off the ruined lace before laying back down, your body angled as to give him the perfect view of your soaked core, while your head hung just off the other side, giving you the perfect view of the mirror. He was still out there, hand once again hidden inside his pants as he watched you, though when you spread your legs wider you watched him inhale sharply, before he quickly pulled his hand out and started to unbuckle his belt. Your hands wandered down to gently run along your folds as you watched him lower his pants just enough to free himself, the sight causing you to moan, he was definitely bigger than your ex. He slowly stroked himself as he watched you, his other hand holding his shirt up slightly to keep it out of his way, his eyes never leaving your form while you slowly pressed your finger in, noting how he stroked himself from tip to base at the same speed. You slowly began to pump your fingers, watching him take his own pleasure at the sight of you, his tongue darting out to lick his lips, almost as if he wished it was something else he was licking, and that thought caused you to moan out again, this time his name. Now you had left your window slightly open, enough so that sounds from inside could be heard, so when you called out for him, he heard it loud and clear, enough to make him cuss under his breath and speed up his movements. You quickly inserted another finger, matching his speed as you writhered on the bed, the feeling amazing and yet not enough. You added another finger, calling out his name once more as your eyes closed in bliss, upon opening them you noticed he had moved. Less hidden by the tree and now leaning against it, his back pressed against the bark while he took his pleasure in your form, his body now easily seen from the window. 

"Fuck! Cecil please" you begged, hearing a groan come from outside. You knew this dance the two of you were doing needed to come to an end, helping yourself was satisfying, but God you needed him, and watching him jerk himself was not helping that need. You sped up, watching as he did the same, his hips coming away from the tree as he thrusted into his fist, another groan leaving his lips. You moaned as you bucked into your hand, matching his movements, you were close now, and by the look on his face so was he. You watched as his head lulled back, hips quicking as he groaned, before they stilled and you watched him empty himself, the sight enough to send you over the edge with a shout. When you finally drifted back down from your post orgasam high you sat up and looked at the window, watching as he began to walk away, a lit cigarette once again between his lips.

"Oh no you don't" you stated, quickly walking over to the window and pushing it open.

"Only come for the shows? I should start charging for tickets" you spoke into the chilly night air. You watched as he stopped, slowly turning to look at your still nude form as you leaned out of your window. He opened his mouth to explain but nothing came out, after all, he had never been caught before. Seeing his flustered state you couldn't help but smirk.

"So tell me, wouldn't you rather be part of the show? Instead of just watching it?" You asked, a smirk on your lips while you watched his flustered expression slowly morph into a smirk of his own.

"Are you offering a role?" He asked

"Well you see, I'm in need of the male lead, think you got what it takes?" You challenged, watching as he put out his cigarette and headed for your front door

'Oh this is going to be fun'

There it is! I hope you all enjoyed it, let me know what you think 😊 part 2 will be posted tomorrow

[ally-writes-many-things]

New Unit (Jay Halstead)

Summary: You and Jay were dating for two years and he ended up cheating on you. Two years later, you were transferred to a new unit. The same unit as Jay.

Words: 2443

Requested: No

Prompts:  21: "I don't blame you, I wouldn't love me either"

Warnings: none

A/N: The original idea came from @sweetblink. Hers was so much better. If you haven't read it, you should, it amazing ❤.

Also planning on making another part.

          You and Jay have been dating for almost 3 years now but here lately, he's been getting more and more distant as if he didn't want to be around you anymore. You didn't want to believe that but you couldn't stop wondering.

           It was almost ten when you finally heard him come into your shared house. You removed the covers you were under and walked into the dimly lit kitchen.

        "Hey," You said.

        Jay turns around and smiles slightly at you. "Hey, babe. Thought you were asleep,"

        You shook your head. "No, I was still up,"

        He smiled softly. "Oh well I'm going to sleep now," He said pecking your lips.

        You watch him walk into your room and then followed him and went to sleep.

       For the past week, you noticed Jay began to come home even later than usual and it was always after you were already asleep but when you woke up, he was already gone. Today, you managed to wake up before he did. You sat up on the bed and then off the bed and walked into the kitchen to start making coffee. You heard Jay walked to the bathroom and turn on the shower.

          It had been about half an hour since you have gotten up,  you were just about to reply to your partner saying that you were about to head to the station when Jay comes into the kitchen wearing gym shorts and no shirt. He starts walking towards you but you walked the opposite way to get to the living room so you could get your shoes on. Once you got your shoes on, you grab your phone and your keys and walked out of the door. You didn't have time to play with Jay's bullshit.

                  Your partner had texted you saying that they had a lead in a tough case and you needed to get to the precinct but before you even got to your door, Jay came out and stopped you. "What was that?" Jay asked.

       You looked at Jay confused. "What was what?"

         He looked at you like you were stupid. "What just happened. You just walked out of the apartment without one word to me. Not a bye. Not an I love you,"

         You chuckled. "Oh that's rich coming from you," You snapped.

         He tensed up. "What do you mean?"

         "What do I mean? Jay, you have been coming home later and later and then you leave before I wake up every single day," You said slightly yelling.

        "What? We're on a tough case and I've been needed at-"

        "Now that's where I know you're lying. Your partner told me you've been going to Molly's every night and that all your cases lately have been pretty easy. So either your cheating on me and that's why you're lying or you just don't want to be around me. So which is it?" You asked tears threatening to come out.

      Jay froze for a second.  "Y/N, I'm not cheating on you," He said turning to touch you.

         You backed away.

         "Don't touch me,"

         Jay looks at you shocked and drops his hand. He opens his mouth but closes it.

        "I don't got time for this. I actually have a tough case that got a lead," You said getting in your car and driving off.

      ***

      You just got in your car after a successful day at work, your team finally caught the perp and the D.A is pressing charges when your phone went off. You grabbed your phone that was in a cup holder and it was a picture text message from your partner. You opened it and it was a picture of Jay and a girl all over each other at Molly's.

                             From: Partner

              Did you and Jay break up?

              To: Partner

              No

                          From: Partner

              Do you want me to do something?

                          To: Partner

             No, I'm coming.

         I'm not cheating on you' my ass. You thought to yourself.

       You put your keys in the ignition and drove to Molly's. The closer you got to Molly's the more, your anger got worse. By the time, you got to Molly's, you were crying angry tears. Two years wasted. You got out of your car and walked into Molly's and saw your partner first and he pointed to where Jay was. You followed where he was pointing and you could see the girl was still all over him. You walked over to your partner, you pulled out a ten dollar bill and gave it to him. "What's this for?"

       You looked at his drink.

        "Your drink," You said grabbing his drink and walking over to Jay.

       You could hear your partner walking behind you not you didn't care. Jay was too busy locking lips with the girl to notice you walking up.

        You held back your tears.

       "I thought you weren't cheating on me Jay," You said.

         Jay pulls away from the girl and looks at me shocked.

        "Y/N-"

        "Don't. It's okay. I don't blame you, I wouldn't love me either but you could've told me that you didn't instead of wasting my time," You said taking the glass of beer and pouring it on Jay's head.

          *Two years later*

        You looked at the desk sergeant. "Hi, I'm Detective Y/L/N-"

         She looks up and down.   

         "Oh, so your Y/L/N,"

         "Yes? Your Sergeant Platt?" I asked.

          "Hmm," was all she said. "Go on up,"

          "Oh okay, thank you," You said.

          You walked up the stairs to the new unit that you were assigned. You had no choice in the matter so you just went along with it. As soon as your feet touched the main floor, the Sergeant came out if his office.

          "You must be my new Detective,"

          "Yes sir, Detective Y/N Y/L/N. Nice to meet you," You said shaking his hand.

          "Voight. I had to fight with your old Sergeant for you," He said.

          "Fight for me? If you don't mind me asking but why?"

         "Your skills are going to waste over there. I've been reading your unit cases and it seems like you're the one cracking the cases even though half the time you're on the desk while you should be out there helping take down the perp. Your skills won't go to waste here," He said.

          "Oh," was all you said.

          You never thought of it like. You didn't realize that most of the time, you were put at the desk. Even after you would be the one to crack a huge case.

          "Well thank you for this opportunity," You said.

           "This is gonna be your desk. Get set up. The rest of the team will be here soon," He said walking back into his office.

            You were already finished setting up your desk and catching up on the current case when you heard footsteps, you slightly froze. You haven't had to meet a new squad in three years so you were kinda nervous.

             "New transfers here," Antonio said.

             The squad looks up and see that you were sitting at the desk next to Jay. They were all chill about it but for Jay. As soon as Jay looked and saw that it was, he lost his breath almost instantly and stumbled backward.

          "Woah there," Kevin said. "You okay?"

          "Remember back like two years ago, I cheated on my girlfriend?"

          "Yeah,"

          Jay looked from Kevin to you and everyone instantly knew.

          "You cheated on her? You are so stupid," Ruzek said.

          Ruzek was the first one to walk up to you and introduce himself.

           "So you must be our new transfer," He said.

           "Oh hi yes, I'm Detective Y/L/N but call me Y/N,"

           "I'm Adam Ruzek, you can call me anytime," Ruzek said. 

           You chuckled at Ruzek's attempt to flirt and looked over to the other members of the squad. You could see three other people fully but there was one you couldn't see.

          "Shut down instantly," One of the guys said "I'm Antonio Dawson,"

           He reaches out his hand and you grab it. "Nice to meet you but you look slightly familiar," You said trying to figure it out. 

          "I just got one of those faces," He said walking over to his desk.

          "So thankful to have another girl on the team again.  Having to deal with only guys every day," The only other female said.

           You chuckled. "I know what you mean. My old squad wasn't small as yours but the men overpower the females,"

           She smiled. "I'm Kim Burgess,"

           "Hi!" You said.

           You looked over at the other two and that when you saw him.

          Jay.

       You drove home from Molly's with tears falling down your face. You didn't know when or if Jay will come home. You didn't care, all you wanted was to get your stuff pack and leave before he did.

        You were almost done for the night by the time Jay got home. He saw that you had taken down the things you bought and walked to your shared bedroom. You saw him lean against the door, watching you, but you didn't say anything, you just kept packing. You didn't have anything to say to him.

       "You're not going to talk to me?" was the first thing he said.

        You scoffed. "Why would I say something first? I wasn't the one cheating,"

      He looks away for a second and then back at me. "Will you let me explain?"

     You grabbed the last box and stood up. "There's nothing you'll say to change me leaving. Jay, you lied and cheated on me,"

     Jay just stood there not saying anything. 

    You walked up next to him and looked him dead in the eye. "I hope she was worth it,"

          Jay looked at you and you could tell he was nervous. "Hi Y-Y/N,"

    You forced all your emotions out of your voice and just let out a cold Jay. Everyone around you just standing and looking at you two in pure awkwardness.

        You could hear Voight walking out of his office and stopping right in front of where you were standing. "Do we have a problem?"

       You finally break eye contact with Jay to look at Voight with a cool and collected smile. "None of at all,"

       He nods. "I'm gonna change up the teams for today just to see how Y/N stacks up. Don't worry, it won't be permanent. Ruzek, you with Y/L/N for today.  Atwater, you're with Halstead,"

       You were extremely thankful that you weren't working with Halstead but you had a feeling that after today Halstead would be your partner.

        Voight looked at Ruzek. "Ruzek. Y/L/N. I need you two to go to this house to ask questions about a possible perp in connections

         Ruzek nods. "Come on newbie,"

         You chuckled. "Just because I'm new to this squad doesn't mean, I won't kick your ass,"

        Ruzek looks at you and slightly smiles. "We'll see,"

        You slightly laugh. You look over at Jay who looks upset but you ignore it and grab your jacket.

         ---

        We have been in the car for a few minutes while Ruzek was trying to flirt with you, which you weren't too bothered by.

          Ruzek looks at you for a second and then back on the road. "So are you single?"

         You looked at Ruzek. "I might be, why?"

         He just shrugged. "I don't know,"

         You just looked at him but looked away as he pulled up to the house. You both got out of the car and started to walk towards the house. You took a look around you and saw the gun pointed at you from the upstairs window. You pulled Ruzek behind his vehicle just before the person started shooting. Ruzek quickly regained his focus and started shooting back while you got on your walkie. "This is Detective Y/L/N. Requesting backup at four hundred and one east Shaw. Multiple perps. Shots have been fired,"

"Copy that," the dispatcher came in.

You were still in a gunfight when the rest of your team had shown up. You noticed that one of the perps is about to take off running. "There's a perp about to take off, do you got everything covered here?" You asked.

Voight nodded. "Yes,"

You nodded and take off after him. "Y/N!" You heard Ruzek yelled after you but you ignored him.

You chased the perp through yards and dodged everything he threw at you. When Ruzek finally catches up to you, the perp takes a side of a building where there was only one way to go so you had a plan to cut him off in both directions. "Go that way and I'll go this way," Ruzek nodded and took off the other way.

By the time you got around the corner, Ruzek already had the perp at gunpoint but the perp had a gun at Ruzek. The perp had his back to you so he had no idea you were behind him. Before Ruzek even noticed you were there, you had already had kicked the back of the perp's knee making him stumble to the ground and dropping the gun. "Don't move," You said grabbing his hands and cuffing him.

By the time you had gotten out of the alleyway, the rest of your squad had been waiting there. Voight looked like he was about to lecture you but Ruzek him to it. "Don't go chase after a perp without telling anyone and wait for your partner,"

You looked at him. "If I would've waited for you to catch up, the perp would've gotten away,"

Ruzek placed a hand on my shoulder. "You don't know that. Wait for your partner. I'm your backup. Wait if there were more perps out there? You would've been outnumbered,"

You knew he was right. "I'm sorry, you're right,"

Ruzek nodded. "Now with that out of the way," He said looking at Jay. "Once again, you're stupid. This girl right here is a badass,"

You looked over at Jay and he sat there with an unamused face and rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah,"

You were just about to leave the precinct when Jay grabs your arm. You turn around and pull your arm out of his grasp. "I just want you to know, she wasn't worth it,"