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Awakening Past

Chapter 7

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pairing: Ashley Graham x Leon S Kennedy.

Content: (+18) romance, angst, gore, erotic/suggestive themes at some point, slow burn, violence, action, self-harm, death talk,

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The birds chirped with the coming of the good weather. It was nice, as long as the only pigeon in the neighborhood didn't decide to stay on his balcony and sing good morning for forty-five minutes.

He adjusted his belt with a grunt. He still had to admit that he had managed to catch up on his pending hours of sleep.

He looked at himself in the mirror, tying the buttons on the sleeves of his shirt and putting on his black leather jacket.

He slipped the gun into the holster and tied his shoes before leaving the room.

He knocked on the front door and heard a "come in."

The two big dogs greeted him enthusiastically, causing Leon to smile and pet them as they sat on the couch.

“What are you going to do with the dogs?”

The owner took a few seconds and then appeared in the hallway. He had to admit that she looked good in those jeans with a simple brown T-shirt and a dark green jacket.

“They're coming with us, is there going to be a problem?”

Leon looked at the animals who sat obediently in front of him, pulling a smile from him.

“Not as long as they don't make a fuss.”

Ashley nodded and tossed him the car keys.

“I'll drive back.” she informed him, grabbing her backpack from the hall closet.

Dr. Petrov was passing through some DSO offices in Boston, where he had arranged to meet them so he wouldn't have to make them drive all the way to Washington.

Leon unlocked the car and Ashley loaded the dogs into the trunk. The agent looked at his watch and made sure they were on schedule. Ashley fixed the netting between the trunk and the back seats and closed the door. Leon sat behind the wheel and started up as she climbed in.

“How was the night?” asked the woman, putting on her seat belt. Leon turned the wheel, accelerating gently.

“ I almost shot a pigeon.”

“You've met Henry then.”

Leon turned to her.

“Hen- you named the pigeons?”

“That pigeon. As you may have seen, it's quite distinctive.”

“More distinctive with a bullet.”

Ashley let out a chuckle, leaning back against the door. They hadn't spoken again about what had happened a few days ago. They didn't feel like arguing, it wasn't a good way to start. Leon played it down, but Ashley did want to tell him some things, not all of them, but... the ones that mattered most right now. It wasn't the time though, not yet. Not after seeing how he reacted to seeing her confrontation on campus.

“Do you mind if I turn on some music?”

Leon shrugged his shoulders in affirmation without taking his eyes off the road. Ashley turned on the CD player and let Amy Winehouse play in the background.

“I've got rock if you want to switch later.”

Leon nodded in rapt attention, glancing at the mirrors frequently. They were silent for a few minutes during which Kennedy went over the questions he wanted to ask Ashley about the accident, but didn't know where to start.

“Are you going to ask at once?”

Leon turned in confusion and saw her eyes closed and her head cocked to one side.

“Ask you what?”

She went on talking without parting her eyelids.

“About the university and the incident.”

The agent looked at her in surprise.

“What makes you think I wanted to ask you about that?”

“Since you've been here, you haven't brought it up again, and besides, you tense your jaw when you're thinking about something.”

“Do I do that?”

“Only when you're thinking about it a lot and you're not convinced.”

“And when I'm convinced?”

Ashley was silent for a moment.

“You smile and do it no matter how bad it is.”

“I don't jump in if it's a bad idea.”

“Says the one who threw me down a waste chute.”

“I knew we'd be okay.”

This time her golden eyes locked on him for a second.

“You had no fucking idea what was at the bottom.”

The man fell silent and gave the steering wheel a squeeze.

“I had a hunch, and they usually work.”

“I don't dispute that.”

This time it was he who looked at her, seeing her, again, with her eyes closed.

“Are you going to fall asleep?”

A subtle, faint chuckle came to him.

“Depends, do you have any interesting topics to talk about?”

“I'm the driver, shouldn't you entertain me?”

He seemed to have already forgotten what he wanted to ask her about the incident.

Leon could see Ashley's smile out of the corner of his eye. He knew she was making that gesture, he was sure of it.

And he didn't have a good feeling about it.

“Did you know penguins have teeth?”

“They have beaks, not teeth.”

“Oh yes, they have teeth inside their beaks.”

“What…”

***

The receptionist looked up from his screen to find probably the most attractive man he had ever seen in his life.

Leon S. Kennedy.

He had heard of him, but, unfortunately, had never managed to coincide his shift with one of the agent's visits, but finally, there he was, and he had to admit that the rumors had fallen short.

"We have an appointment with Dr. Petrov," she said. His vibrating voice coursed through every cell of the receptionist.

"Yes," he replied sheepishly, "you are accompanied by..." he looked at the list and his body froze. "Did you come with A-Ashley Graham?"

Leon looked confused by the man's reaction.

"Eh, yeah?"

The two turned as they heard the front doors open and a woman walked in with two dogs. The canines sat down across from the secretary and Ashley grinned from ear to ear.

"Ben, I haven't seen you in a long time!"

The receptionist began to blush as his heart raced violently.

"A-Ashley, h-how are you do-doing?" he stammered helplessly.

"All right, I brought the puppies with me today."

Ben stood up to look over the counter and his eyes sparkled with excitement.

"These are Min-nt and P-pepper?"

"Yes, they can stay with you if you like."

It was as if the sky had opened up for the man.

"C-can I?"

"Sure!" Ashley pulled them in with the man and ordered them to guard their position.

"If someone bothers you, you tell them to bark."

Ben nodded with a huge smile and gave them the number of the room where they would be met by Petrov.

Ashley and Leon were about to start walking down the hall when Ben spoke.

"Ashley, t-thank y-you f-for the o-other t-time.

She smiled.

"No problem."

They got on the elevator.

"Is there something I should know?"

Ashley waved her hand dismissively.

“His asshole ex-boyfriend came after they broke up demanding to get back together, saying that without him he wasn't capable of doing anything because of his shyness and stuttering.”

Leon looked at her, fearful of the story.

“I assume you got in?”

The young woman's laughter was enough.

“Well, I just cleared things up a bit.” She saw the agent's worried expression. “ I only threatened him with an urgent visit to the dentist, that's all.”

“Nothing more?”

“It was enough for him to see Dana with me.” she paused thoughtfully. “I'd have to visit her, I haven't been able to come to the last training sessions.”

The elevator doors opened.

“Do you want me to tell you another curiosity?”

Leon looked at her in horror.

“No, don't even think about it. Between the penguins and the dolphins, I've had enough of you.”

Ashley laughed, stopping in front of the office door. The agent noticed that the woman was hesitating with her hand on the knob, but not turning it. He watched her take a few seconds to catch a deep breath.

“Are you all right?”

“Yes” she paused, exhaling. “It's a moment before meeting new people.”

Another puff and she blew the air out. She turned the knob and stepped inside.

The giant bear who called himself human turned toward them. Leon stepped forward to shake his hand in greeting.

“From what I can see Miss Graham does know how to keep her appointments.”

Ashley laughed watching as Leon rolled his eyes with a grunt and then fixed her gaze on the man to step forward and extend her hand as well. Petrov took it firmly, something that made Ashley's body tense subtly under Leon's gaze.

“At last I met the president's daughter, it's a pleasure.

“The pleasure is mine.”

The doctor motioned for them to sit across from him.

“Well, I guess Dana told you why you're here.”

Ashley's golden eyes locked onto the man's chocolate ones.

“Regarding the incident on campus, or am I mistaken?” Leon asked.

Petrov looked at the agent for a moment and then turned back to the young woman. The two looked at each other.

The doctor realized that something didn't add up. Weren't they supposed to be close? After all, they went through all that... oh. He looked at the golden irises that vibrated for a moment as if they were denying.

He understood.

But he had to investigate. For science? Maybe a great motivation was his simple curiosity.

“That was one of the reasons, but I can see that you are in good shape.” He paused, taking notes. “Do you mind taking off your jacket?”

Ashley nodded and left it on the chair showing her compression bandages. The doctor stood up pointing to the gurney for him to sit down and proceeded to remove the cloth. Leon stood silently and watched from the side. He perceived the blonde's skin completely even as if she had not been the victim of any blow. Was it normal for the blow she received to heal in just 4 days?

“I see that the training with my wife has paid off.” laughed the doctor, pulling a smile from Ashley.

“If I can't block a kick I'd be screwed.”

They both laughed as the man examined and felt the young woman's forearms, which were completely healed, something that did not go unnoticed by Victor.

“I wanted to ask you a series of questions.” He looked sideways at Leon. “If it's all right with your guardian.”

“About what?” Kennedy's voice was calm, but with a tinge of concern.

“Similar to your reviews.”

Leon seemed reluctant to agree, folding his arms across his chest.

“Is it about Spain?” the female voice startled them both. “Or after quarantine?”

“Have you developed psychic abilities, Miss Graham?”

She laughed.

“No, but apart from the campus event that's the only thing I could be called here for.” He stared at her and the doctor understood.

“Yes. I've been in charge of Leon since you came back from quarantine and since his other mission.”

Ashley arched her eyebrows.

“His other mission? I thought he was in charge of my father's security.”

Leon cleared his throat, shifting his weight uncomfortably on his leg.

“I was called back to Spain.”

“WHAT?!” she exclaimed. It almost seemed calculated. “why didn't you tell me anything?”

“I guess for the same reason you didn't tell me about the confrontation on campus.”

This time it was Ashley who rolled her eyes.

“I can't believe it. Are you going to continue with that?”

The agent didn't answer, he just looked at her.

“He was sent to assist the BSAA unit they deployed there.”

“I had heard some of that from my father.” She nodded.

“I went to guide them through the terrain.”

She looked at the ground.

“I see…”

Petrov looked at Leon and he responded with a look on his face that implied guilt. The doctor decided to leave it aside.

“Well, back to the subject, miss. My wife has been informing me of your progress over the last few years. Would you like to add anything, is there anything unusual that you have noticed?”

Ashley stared thoughtfully at her hands.

“I wouldn't know. When I started training with her I noticed that I had developed more strength and may have even grown since then.” she laughed nervously.

The doctor smiled at her and asked her to squeeze his hands when asked.

“Do you do any sports apart from training?”

“Climbing. It helps me calm down before I face things, I guess it's like a meditation for me.”

Leon looked at her surprised by her answer, although he could more or less understand why she was saying it.

“Any anomalies?”

This time the agent looked at the doctor remembering that very question at his last checkup. Ashley stared at the floor thoughtfully. She didn't know whether to answer. Should she?

If she did...maybe they would want to study her or...maybe they would re-medicate her.

“It’s not getting out of here.” The doctor told her, to which Ashley couldn't help but scoff.

“We both know that's not true.”

Leon held back a smile at the cheekiness of the answer but Petrov did not.

“Well, I see you've learned since then.” His words were understood only by the two of them.

“My sense of smell.”

Leon turned attentively.

“Excuse me?” Petrov said to her somewhat astonished.

“I feel that my sense of smell has improved.” she paused for a moment "a lot.”

The doctor approached the table to write it down.

“How well developed do you think you have it?”

“Do you have a parakeet?”

Leon looked at her quizzically, but the way Petrov turned to her gave away that she had got it right.

“How did you…”

“Your hands smell like feathers and not pigeon ones, I'm used to those.”

The doctor looked as enthusiastic as when he gave Leon the hearing test.

“Can you smell anything else?”

Ashley shrugged her shoulders.

“I smell more distinctly, but you'll have to be more specific.”

“What do you smell in this room?”

She closed her eyes and the agent looked at her, curious.

Had she suffered similar anomalies to his?

“ Well, watermelon, dust, newspaper, gasoline, metal, cologne... isn't that the perfume Dana used to wear? No, wait, it's mixed with something like... vanilla? She mentioned to me that her sister was a vanilla lover.”

The doctor's laughter startled them. The man slumped back in his chair.

“What a pair of specimens.”

“Hey, we're not lab rats.” Kennedy growled.

Petrov looked at him mockingly.

“Those guys can't hear the secretary's footsteps.”

Ashley was surprised.

“The one with the raspberry shampoo?”

They both turned in confusion and Petrov replied in puzzlement.

“I guess so, but what's she got to do with it?”

“She's on her way up.”

The three were silent for long seconds, then Leon subtly cocked his head.

“Oh, yes, she's coming.”

Petrov crossed his arms.

“How do you know it's her?”

“She's lame.”

Leon and Ashley looked at each other at their synchronicity and laughed hopelessly. Petrov watched them in disbelief until a minute later when someone knocked on the door.

The doctor let in the plant secretary, who walked in awkwardly.

“Is something wrong?” he asked worriedly.

“Nothing, doctor, just a blister on the sole of my foot, nothing important.”

Victor handed her some special band-aids and asked her to avoid heels for the time being. She nodded and left.

The doctor sighed, massaging the bridge of his nose. Ashley looked at Leon not knowing what to do, whether she should get up or not. The laughter that echoed from underneath caused the two to turn to the veteran only to see him burst out laughing.

“This is why I became a scientist.”

They watched him notice a number of things with a huge smile on his lips, as if he had found a new treasure to investigate.

“As far as I can see.” he began again. “The anomalies present are more noticeable in Ashley than in you Leon. I'll attribute it to the length of exposure you each had to the parasite.” He paused before getting up again. “I'd like to examine that wound on your back.”

Ashley went to take off her shirt.

“Would you mind keeping an eye on Ben? I'm sure he'll be fine with the dogs, but keep an eye on them for me.” she asked Leon.

He seemed to hesitate, but when he saw her lift her shirt he moved on impulse out of the clinic.

“I'll wait for you downstairs.” he announced before closing the door.

She and Petrov were left alone. The doctor sat on a stool behind the young woman and unfastened the clasp of her bra to feel the wound. He asked her to place her arms in different positions to see how the skin behaved.

“Is he far away?” he asked suddenly. Ashley took a few seconds to answer.

“Yes" she finally said.

“Do you want to ask me something?”

Ashley shifted her arms and sighed.

“Does he... remember anything?”

Petrov touched the ends of the large scar.

“I'm sure there are things he hasn't told me, but from what I've seen, no, it seems not.”

“I see.”

“-Why don't you tell him?”

“Even my father doesn't know, Dana must have told you. Maybe it's better this way, you don't know how furious he was when he saw the footage of the campus attack.”

“You're not a child.”

Ashley let out a giggle.

“I don't think he's yet able to see that I'm no longer hiding in containers.”

“Wouldn't it be the right thing to tell him, then?”

She fell silent at the doctor's words.

“Probably, but first I want him to see that I can do things without him being afraid I'll fall, maybe when he understands that I'll be able to tell him.

“Besides me and Dana, who knows?”

“My escort Maria, my friend Emily Connors, Katherine Connors' daughter, Ingrid Hunnigan and Chris Redfield.”

“I'm surprised your father didn't find out.”

“Hunnigan made sure it stays between us.”

The doctor finished looking at the old injury and Ashley tied her bra back on.

“Leon is not stupid.”

“I know and that's why I have to be more careful. I know he'd be more upset to find out on his own than to be told by me.”

Petrov smiled.

“For the short time you were together I have to admit you know each other quite well.”

Ashley looked at a distant point.

��It is said that it is in critical situations that a person's true nature shows through. I guess we had enough time to see that side of each other.” She paused as she put on her shirt and jacket. “By the way, do you know who were the guys that wanted to take Narsson away?

Petrov denied.

“They're interrogating the one you caught, but it looks like the second explosion has given him some kind of amnesia. They're working on it.”

“Hmm…”

“We'll keep Leon posted on that, in the meantime, everything seems to be in order.”

Ashley nodded and opened the office door.

“By the way doctor, Dana is going to kill you if she finds out you hid the cake from her.”

The man paled and sniffed his hands as he heard the young woman's laughter trailing off.

This youth. Between Leon and her, they'll keep him entertained until retirement.

She found Leon chatting with Ben. It seemed his charisma had made the shy receptionist open up to him. The dogs rested at the agent's feet, as familiar with him as if they had known him for some time.

She went to approach them when she caught a familiar scent but didn't know where exactly it was coming from.

Ashley stood on guard catching Leon's attention, who was puzzled by her behavior until he saw a mastodon leap from the second floor railing. He drew like lightning, but Ashley rolled at full speed dodging the behemoth and its embrace of death.

“Ashi! It's been a long time!”

“Dana!”

Leon felt a shudder as he saw the massive, nearly six-foot woman approach Ashley. She was a mountain of muscle, a veteran of countless battles, and the wife of the bear doctor named Victor Petrov. Graham gave her a hug and Dana responded to the gesture for a second before turning her hips and putting her in a headlock. The young woman went airborne causing Leon to exclaim, but in one swift motion, she grabbed the collar of her assailant's jacket and clung to it landing on her feet.

“You were too confident last time.” Dana laughed, releasing her grip and gently patting her shoulder.

“Yeah, you almost broke my rib.”

They both laughed as Leon holstered his gun and approached.

“Are you crazy?” he caught the big woman's eye. Dana turned to him and her lips quirked into a huge smile.

“It's you, Leon! How are you doing, pup?”

The agent growled, rolling his eyes.

“Are you going to keep calling me that?”

“You two will always be my cubs.”

“They're all cubs to you Danna.” laughed Ashley mockingly.

“That 's true too.”

Her thunderous laughter echoed through reception.

She was a formidable woman. She was in charge of instructing new recruits and would fight anyone who asked her to. It was another thing to win if you could even land a punch on her.

He still couldn't believe that Ashley had been training with her. It was understandable then, how she had improved so much in such a short time.

“What brings you here?” she asked, releasing her and resting her hands on her hips.

“The check-up you mentioned to Maria.”

“Oh, yes, I remember now.” He looked Leon up and down again. “You've changed these last few years Kennedy, it's been almost 5 years since I've heard from you.”

Leon smiled.

“Let's just say they wanted to keep me in one piece, so they moved me to Washington.”

Dana laughed and pointed to Ashley.

“She's stuck it out longer than anyone else with me.”

Leon looked at her.

“And that's why you taught her to do crazy things? You know she threw herself at armed soldiers?”

She patted the blonde on the back.

“That's my girl! Hit first and ask later!”

The agent grunted, scrunching the bridge of his nose.

This woman was definitely hopeless. Why had he thought she'd tell Ashley off? He looked at his watch.

“We'll have to find a place to eat, don’t you think?” he asked, trying to change the subject and making Graham realize what time it was.

“Leon is right, as much as I would love to stay, I have work to do. I'm preparing for my final exams.”

Dana's expression softened and a sweet smile formed on her lips.

“I know little one, I wish you all the luck in the world, you'll do great. You deserve it.”

Ashley smiled, giving her another hug under the agent's watchful eye. When they parted, the blonde whistled softly and the dogs came calling. They said goodbye to Dana, who gave them a couple of treats and they said goodbye to her and Ben, but not before the veteran agent recommended a place to eat.

The sun gently caressed their faces. They walked down the sidewalk following the directions Dana had given them.

“I didn't expect you to pull the gun.” said Ashley.

“What do you expect me to do if I see a grizzly jump off the second floor onto you?”

Ashley laughed. It was true that Dana and Victor looked like two giant bears, but deep down they were pieces of bread.

“It's their way of saying hello.”

“Yeah, and to kill someone if you don't dodge it.”

They both let out a laugh as they continued walking towards a small park.

Between two buildings was a narrow alley leading to an inner courtyard. This led to an outdoor terrace, covered by a roof of creepers that wrapped around wooden beams. Ashley waited at the door while Leon asked for a table. Drinks were brought out to the terrace for them along with metal bowls for the dogs. The two sat in the shade.

“It's been a while since I've eaten outside.” she whispered, looking up at the hanging flowers.

“Don't you usually go out?” he asked, taking a sip of his wine.

“You mean parties?”

He nodded.

“No. Just small celebrations of people I know, but as far as college parties go, I've never liked them.”

“I thought you were popular in those circles.”

She let out a giggle.

“What was popular was my cleavage and my wallet. Blonde with little brains and money. I guess they'd see an easy prey in me, that's why I stopped going after my freshman year.

Leon's gaze darkened for a few seconds.

“Is there anyone on campus I should be worried about?” His voice was serious and deep, showing his cautious and distrustful side.

Ashley smiled, trying to calm him down.

“It's been a while since I've had a hand laid on me, don't worry.”

Leon arched an eyebrow.

“What do you mean it's been a while?”

“I'm not going to lie to you and say there hasn't been some asshole who thought he had the right to grope me, but since I made it clear to him that if he did it again he'd never see a sunrise again he didn't.”

“Your father could have locked him up.” He said teasingly, though Ashley noticed in his tone that he would have done worse.

“Yes, but, honestly, it has served me better to earn a reputation as a rough bitch rather than a rich fool. It keeps people in line.”

“Wasn't there an agent with you?”

“I made a deal with them that they would escort me to the university, but that they would leave me free while I was inside. One of them was always on campus.” She paused to sip her lemonade and take in the deep look Leon gave her. “I can tell by the way you look at me that you're going to be by my side at all times, right?”

He only gave her a subtle nod.

“Not even in class?”

He denied softly.

“Only to go to the bathroom as far as I can see.”

He nodded again.

“Until we know who they are and what these mercenaries want I don't plan to leave you alone.” he stated.

Ashley sighed.

“You don't have to keep an eye on me, you have very good hearing, you can hear me from across campus if I need help.”

Leon just looked at her seriously, not angry, just impassive and she understood.

“I'm not going to be able to convince you, am I?”

He swayed his head slightly so that his lips could follow.

“Nope.”

The two stared at each other. Ashley fixed her eyes on his sapphire ones and took a deep breath.

“Do you still see me the same way you did two years ago?”

The question caught him by surprise and he looked at her puzzled.

“What are you saying? You're still the same Ashley you've always been, why would I see you any different?”

She gave a faint smile and shook her head.

“I'm still Ashley, but I'm not the same as I was two and a half years ago, Leon. You taught me that I couldn't go down that road.”

“Me?”

“If so, as soon as I saw you I would have demanded to know why you left, why you didn't stay with me. But now I can only say, thank you.” she smiled a gesture that left him speechless “ I had to learn to fight my own monsters because I saw that there was no one there to pick me up from the ground when I fell. I had to get up and thanks to everything you did for me it gave me the strength to be what I am now and I want you to see that.”

“Ashley…”

“I know it's your job and I'm not asking you not to protect me. I'm asking you to be with me, not as a victim but as someone who knows how to stand up for herself and can have your back. I want you to value me for who I am now, not who I was before.”

Her golden eyes drilled him with such intensity that he hadn't realized he had been holding his breath. He sighed, dropping his shoulders, aware of his words, of what he had been doing without realizing it.

He had been treating her like a child.

Like the fragile person he'd found in Spain and believed she was still that way.

Until he saw the recording and felt afraid.

Because now she was able to face problems. Dangers he used to face only to protect her.

Suddenly he felt ashamed of his behavior, of having taken for granted that she was not capable of facing problems, that he needed him.

And it wasn't like that anymore. She no longer did. She no longer needed him as her infallible guardian but as a partner to count on if she was in trouble.

Leon clenched his fists aware now of what his words had implied when he walked into her house with the recording.

He parted his lips in regret.

“I'm sorry.”

With the same sweet smile, she leaned toward him to brush his knuckles and make him look at her.

Amber and ocean met.

“Promise me you'll worry less and let me deal with things first?”

He let out a defeated chuckle.

“I'll try, yes.”

“Here's your order, enjoy.”

The waitress put the plates between them and their eyes lit up like embers at the delicious smell.

“Did you save the address?” asked Ashley.

Leon took a bite.

“Definitely yes.”

They both laughed and began to eat with new energy.

Ashley felt a great weight lift from her shoulders as a great joy washed over her at being able to start a new phase with Leon.

Getting to know each other as normal people, without fear that they could be attacked from behind. They could have a nice, normal friendship, as they discovered during their time in quarantine. They were eager to learn from each other and after all, being the daughter of the president and a secret government agent was a lot to talk about.

“Highway to Hell!”

The dogs barked the chorus.

The driver drummed on the steering wheel and the co-driver laughed, humming the refrains.

“Come on, don't leave me alone!”

Leon let out a laugh and joined her in the melody.

He'd rather hear her. It wasn't that he sang badly, if he didn't go up to very high notes he could pitch pretty well, but compared to Ashley he was nothing. It was better to listen to her, but as swoony as she was he couldn't help but let her energy rub off on him.

So the two of them sang rock and cursed on some metal and then chilled out with some soul at the end of the road.

The dogs ended up lying down from so much barking and Leon closed his eyes with his head against the window as Ashley hummed under her breath.

“I'm sorry I didn't tell you about Spain.” The humming stopped and silence reigned for a few seconds. “I didn't mean to worry you.”

Ashley took a few seconds to respond, as if she was waiting for Leon to add something else, but he didn't.

“I understand, and I'm glad you're back safely.”

She heard a chuckle.

“I'd better be, I'm still waiting for you to ask for this back.” He raised his left hand with the bracelet dancing on it.

“Not yet.” she laughed, looking straight ahead.

They stood in silence for a few seconds until the agent changed his posture and turned to Ashley.

“When do you have your exams?”

“At the end of this month and then, I will present my work.”

“What is your project about?”

“I'm studying and doing a glossary of fossils from the Cretaceous to Cenozoic transition. An analysis of specimens that were frozen in the Ice Age compared to those that evolved.” she saw Leon's expression of uncertainty and added with a laugh. “the mysteries of the past are something that has always caught my attention and the transition from dominant reptiles to giant mammals is something very curious..”

Leon's smirk set off Ashley's alarms.

“Who knows, you might discover the source of your stubbornness.”

“Something much better! Maybe I'll discover the gene that made you look like a normal person, but makes you behave like a compulsive jerk.”

“Do you know where to start?”

“With mollusks, you have a certain resemblance.”

Leon tapped her on the shoulder with a laugh. Ashley turned the corner and opened the gate to the building's garage. They opened the trunk to let the dogs out and went upstairs to their respective homes.

“Next week I'm going to pay Professor Narsson a visit.”

“She's still in the hospital, isn't she?”

“Yes." Ashley suddenly fell silent as if she realized she had just made a big mistake. He looked at her questioningly.

“Ashley?”

Her amber eyes watched him and her lips twitched.

“I have a feeling I'm going to run into her on campus.”

He arched his eyebrows.

“But she hadn't been discharged yet, had she?”

Ashley laid her hand heavily on his shoulder.

“I'll tell you when we get back to class.”

Leon laughed and pulled out his keys.

“I'll be filling out reports if you need me.”

“Now that I know you can hear me through the walls, I don't have to come looking for you.”

“Come on, are you going to yell at me?”

She laughed and passed her door, but before closing it she added.

“I'd like to try the seared meatballs you made.”

Leon turned around in disbelief.

“How do you-”

Ashley tapped her nose, mockingly.

“Go to hell.” The man reddened with embarrassment at his failure and went home, hearing her giggle in the background.

They decided to resume their chores for the rest of the afternoon now in better spirits since the discussion. Maybe he could finish those reports today.

He was going to shoot it.

He swore to his mother he was going to shoot the pigeon.

Two hours.

Two fucking hours it had been chirping.

And to top it off he didn't know on which window, he couldn't see it.

"Stop please."

The knocking at the entrance startled her. She opened the door to her bodyguard.

“Please tell me your dogs know how to hunt.”

She looked at him puzzled, trying to understand his long face then laughed.

“Is it Henry?”

“It's going to be Henry the stew if he doesn't shut up in twenty minutes. Tell me you know how to make it stop.”

Ashley leaned against the doorframe.

“The infamous Leon Kennedy desperate for a pigeon?”

He growled.

“My patience has a limit.”

She smiled as she let him pass and then headed for the kitchen. She picked up a piece of dry bread and broke it into crumbs. She opened the window and left a trail to the wooden frame.

The dogs sat obediently beside Leon in the living room and the agent was surprised when he heard her chirp in much the same way and then wait. Ashley remained knelt beside the trap in silence. No one moved and several minutes later they heard a flutter. A pigeon with a black wing and the rest of the body white appeared. It pecked at the trail of crumbs tucking its body into the landing with surprising familiarity. Leon didn't expect for Ashley's quick movement to grab the bird and hold it in her arms. He watched her carry it toward the back of the hallway where she had a small studio with caving and climbing tools. A wide table occupied the central area with fossil replicas, stacks of papers and tools. In one corner of the room, on the floor, was a small cage with a blanket and she tucked the pigeon inside.

Leon arched his eyebrow, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning against the door frame.

“It's not the first time, is it?”

Ashley smiled, closing the door and throwing the blanket over it.

“There are times when he moves from apartment to apartment, but this week he seems to have taken a liking to your house.”

Leon let out a chuckle.

“Ashley Graham, the flying rat whisperer.”

“Poor thing, don't call him that.”

“Sorry, do you prefer Henry, the pigeon that almost ended up in my oven?”

Ashley rolled her eyes, closing the workshop door.

“I'll release him when you finish the reports.”

“I don't know if I feel like finishing them now.” sighed the agent, stretching out his arms.

The young woman looked at him for a few seconds.

“When does Hunnigan need them?”

“First thing tomorrow.”

The two looked at each other for a moment, impassive, until Ashley proposed.

“I'll fix you the steak from last time if you finish it in two hours.”

Leon opened the front door to head for his apartment on the spot.

Ashley smiled heading back to the dining room with her notes. She would heat up the oven in a bit, she had a feeling he was going to finish the papers in less time.

***

The sky was cloudy.

The looks were elusive and the red brick buildings seemed grayer than usual. The campus was emptier than usual because some students had requested to follow their classes online due to the incident a week ago. The gates at the entrance were closed and only let in students with ID.

They parked the jeep and looked around.

There was more security than usual, but nothing alarming, after all the last thing they wanted was for the campus to look like a concentration camp.

Ocean orbs scanned the surroundings.

It was strange to return to a student center. He hadn't been to college, but the Police Academy was a hotbed of hormones, definitely an experience. He couldn't help but stifle a sly smile thinking about what he would find there.

“Leon?” a soft voice sounded beside him and he turned to meet those bright amber eyes. “Is something wrong?”

He shook his head and unbuckled his belt.

“Nothing, I was just thinking about the drastic change in my line of work.”

Ashley gave a mocking sneer.

“Do you think you're going to hold up?” she hated it when the agent gave her that devilish lopsided grin, so seductive and mocking that it made her want to slap it off.

If he wasn't careful he'd be dealing with a pack of hyenas after him.

The woman grabbed the bag, got out of the car and headed for the entrance. She gave her escort a sidelong glance.

“Do I have something on my face?” he scoffed.

“I'm just thinking about what kind of day is going to be with you here.”

He chuckled under his breath.

“Any warnings? Any idiots I should know about?”

“Na, when you meet them you'll know it's them.”

They both smiled and crossed the threshold of the grand entrance. Even with students missing, the hallways were crowded. The buzz of voices overlapping each other gave Leon a headache. He turned to Ashley and saw her scratching her nose.

“How are you doing with the sniffing thing here?

She turned around somewhat surprised by the sudden question.

“The first time in Boston I threw up. That week was horrible. It took me a while to get used to the sudden changes, but now it's just my nose that usually itches, and you?”

The agent looked in the background as he heard some books fall.

“Headache until I manage to tune out the banalest sounds.”

“Like Henry.” she scoffed.

“I wish I could ignore that damn bird.”

They crossed the inner courtyard as the incident hallway was closed. Sasha had sent her a message a few days ago informing her of the room they would be in until the end of the term. He hadn't said anything to her regarding Narsson, but when they reached the crossroads that led to the classroom hallway, Ashley sighed.

Just as she had feared.

“I can deduce that there shouldn't be that many people in that classroom, right?”

“Nope.” She paused as she caught other scents as she approached the door. “I guess the other one is Patrick.”

There was a chuckle.

“Yap.”

He grabbed the doorknob and they entered the room.

“Speaking of the devils.” Greenish eyes bore into his student's amber.

Ashley threw her arms up in the air without taking her eyes off her teacher.

“Shouldn't you be in the hospital?”

Leon froze and turned to the blonde ¿in what language had she spoken?

“The food sucks.” replied Narsson. Patrick and Leon looked at each other blankly and Maria walked over to them.

“Enma is from Norway. She speaks in Norwegian to Ashley and Sasha.”

The three of them turned to the heated conversation that was beginning to form between teacher and student.

“You ate at least three meals a day.” Ashley pointed to the crutches propped up against the desk where Emma sat. “ What have you done to be discharged?”

“Nothing.”

They both locked gazes in silence. Sasha couldn't hold back a smile as Ashley turned to the three agents.

“Maria, what has she done? Tell me she didn't start a fire.”

Narsson rolled her eyes indignantly.

Maria laughed.

“Sorry, Emma.”

“Traitor.”

“She was being too annoying and they sent her back in exchange for going twice this week for a checkup.”

Ashley's face suddenly changed and became incredibly serious.

“With what car?” This time she spoke to her in English.

“I was hoping you would come with me this week.”

With menacing slowness, Ashley crossed her arms over her chest.

“So I'm no longer your punctual chauffeur, but you've given your word in a hospital that I'll accompany you?”

Narsson shrugged her shoulders somewhat embarrassed now.

“Yes?”

“You know I don't like hospitals.”

“I know, but it's only two appointments, it's not a big deal.”

Leon's eyes saw the seriousness in Ashley, understanding why she wasn't amused. Even if he hadn't lived through it, he still remembered how they chased her down and tied her up in quarantine.

So he couldn't help but step forward.

“I'd like to avoid unpleasant places for her.”

Those greenish eyes turned to the man's oceans looking him up and down. He stood stoically at Ashley's side.

“And you are?" she finally asked him.

“Leon Kennedy, I'm in charge of Ashley.”

The teacher scrutinized him and leaned back in her seat.

“So you're Leon Kennedy.”

The agent arched his eyebrows in confusion.

“Have we met?”

“Ashley has told us about you, the one who accompanied her to Europe for her operation.”

The agent glanced sideways at the blonde who cleared her throat and set the bag on her desk.

“I hope good things.” he teased the man, eliciting a sigh from his protégé.

Narsson smiled. He glanced at Ashley but out of the corner of her eye he watched the agent.

She had to admit he was a sculpture. That strong athletic bearing that hid under those flattering jeans and attractive jacket. That straight hair, perfect for tangling your fingers through his locks and those ocean eyes that made you get lost in them. If you told her he was a model she'd believe it.

Leon adjusted his gloves and approached Narsson, extending his hand.

“It would be a pleasure to work with you.”

Enma accepted the gesture feeling the strength of the grip the same as Ashley's and then watched him greet Sasha the same way.

“I'm Patrick Johnson.” The brunet held out his palm to Ashley with a smile. She mimicked his gesture and squeezed it resolutely, catching the man's attention.

“Ashley, nice to meet you. My father has told me about you, but we've never met.”

“Now we'll have time to catch up.” he joked with a chuckle. She was infected by the man's joy and couldn't help but laugh too.

“Well.” Sasha's voice caught the attention of those present. “I'm going to give you an update on classes and meetings. If the agents have to be with us, they need to know our schedule.”

Narsson and Ashley nodded as they both continued with their notes. Sasha updated them in a jiffy. Thanks to him the teacher didn't miss any of the meetings or calls she had to make. Ashley didn't usually forget things, but sometimes time would fly by and Sasha would have to let her know to go to class. He liked to manage and organize and was an incredible help to the small team they had formed. Thanks to him they were more efficient and made better use of the time they had.

“By the way Emma.” Narsson glanced back at the group. “Your secret admirer comes back.”

The teacher rolled her eyes, leaning back in her chair and throwing her head back.

“I want to shoot myself, can't you understand things?”

Sasha arched her eyebrows.

“Maybe he's not too sharp with hints.”

Ashley scoffed under her breath, still with a glance at her notes.

“If burning the flowers and leaving them next to a note that says "please stop" doesn't seem like a direct enough hint, well, I don't know.”

Sasha turned to Narsson.

“You burned the flowers?”

“Because I don't get him first, otherwise....”

The three stood in silence with Sasha and Narsson looking at the agents, now aware that they were not alone.

Leon smiled.

“Oh, don't worry about having government agents listening to your insinuations of murder, it's okay.”

They both went white and heard Ashley laugh.

“Don't even listen to him, he's the first one who would break someone's hands.”

Leon turned to the blonde indignantly.

“It's not like I'm a bully.”

She pointed at the three bodyguards.

“You're walking weapons, so I'm within my rights to say you're dangerous.”

This time, it was Maria who laughed helplessly.

“Says the one who puts heads in toilets.”

Leon gave Maria a puzzled look, then turned to Ashley whose cheeks began to redden.

“It was one time.” she defended herself in embarrassment.

“The president's daughter putting other students in toilets?” Leon's mocking voice made Ashley turn to him, her face still flushed.

And how he liked that new expression.

“It's justified if he was snooping on people in the bathroom.”

Patrick laughed.

“Does your father know?” Johnson asked.

“He'd have a heart attack.” she gave the three agents a withering look. “This is not getting out of here.” her tone was threatening. The trio put their hands up in surrender and sat down.

While Narsson, Sasha and Ashley worked in silence, the agents chatted calmly.

“How's it going with Hunnigan?” smiled Leon looking at Patrick.

“You won't believe what she said to me the other day.”

“Surprise me.”

“She said, I forbid you and Kennedy to get into trouble. I don't want to do any more paperwork than I already have without getting my coffee."

“I told you the coffee was a good idea.” the blue-eyed man hit him on the arm and turned to Maria. “How is James? Ashley told me he got shot.”

“It takes more than a bullet to finish him off. He's like a grumpy old man because he can't go on the tatami.”

“A vacation is what he needs.” sighed Patrick stretching.

Maria let out a chuckle.

“We all need them, Johnson.”

Ashley subtly raised her eyes to see Leon's tired smile at those words. She hoped his time with her would be quiet and he could rest from everything else. He'd had enough battles that neither Maria nor Patrick could imagine. In the end, what reached their ears were his feats once he returned.

But nothing was said about what he lived to achieve them.

They continued working and chatting for a while longer. Ashley looked at her watch and started to pack up. Leon heard her and turned to her and then stood up.

“Shall I help you with something?” he asked when he saw her with so many notes. Ashley's look of despair was comical.

“My will to live. I hope you had sugar for breakfast, because you're going to need it.”

They said goodbye to the rest and went out into the hallway.

“I have to stop by the bathroom for a moment.” Leon nodded and held her notebooks and bag while he waited outside. He pulled out his cell phone to entertain himself in the meantime.

"Have you seen that one?" a whisper came to him, as clear as if spoken aloud.

"He's hot as hell, isn't he?"

He lifted the cell phone subtly to peer over the screen without giving it away. A small group waited between the stone columns in the hallway.

"Are you going to ask for his number?"

So this is what Ashley was referring to.

“Sorry to keep you waiting, there was a queue.”

He raised his eyes to Ashley, who picked up the notebooks from the man's arms.

"Is he with Graham, Narsson’s little bitch?"

Leon was static. What had she just called her?

"What do you want to bet she's sleeping with him?"

"With those scars and those hands...I'd cringe."

"She'll pay him, she's got nothing else."

Leon clenched his fists and with an impassive look turned in the direction of the group and made eye contact with them. The two women shrank back and fell silent all at once, only to look away from where they were going.

“Is something wrong?”

The soft voice made him turn to look at Ashley. He couldn't say anything to her, only look at her. She noticed the direction he had been looking in and saw the small group with their backs to them.

“Oh, don't mind them, shall we go?”

They started walking, but he whispered worriedly.

“Did you hear them?”

She denied.

“I can get an idea. That was faster than I thought!” she laughed "you're a sight for sore eyes!” she joked, smiling at him.

He didn't know how to react.

“Doesn't it bother you?”

“You get used to it, it's like trying to convince two flat earthers that the earth is round. Better to pass.”

The agent looked straight ahead, dodging a student.

“I don't understand why they would say such things.”

Ashley scoffed under her breath.

“I went over a course, Leon. It's easier to justify that I got that through sexual favors than through merit.” she paused, "The only thing I'm worried about is that you'll find yourself in all that trouble because of me.”

Leon gently bumped Ashley's shoulder to make her look at him.

“Princess, they tried to eat me, murder me and disintegrate me. Do you think I care what some kids who don't have two functioning brain cells think?”

Ashley held back laughter as they went to enter the classroom.

Leon approached the professor for a few minutes. She watched him show his identification and the man nod intensely. It was curious what different facets Kennedy had. When he took on the attitude of an agent, he became serious and intimidating. His voice deepened faintly and his eyes hardened and it was difficult to disagree with him when he inspired such authority. The professor shook his hand and he walked between the seats until he reached Ashley's side.

“Are you ready?” she whispered almost inwardly, but aware that Leon could hear her perfectly well.

“Come on, I don't think it's that big of a deal.”

“I remind you that in two weeks we have the final exam, please those of you who have not handed in the work, you have until the day after tomorrow, otherwise, you will not be able to choose to take the exam.”

Exclamations of distress were heard from the back of the room, causing the professor to leave in exasperation.

Ashley was picking up the papers when she heard the body next to her slump over the table. She turned to Leon, who was muttering with his face against the desk.

“I'm going to shoot myself if every class is like this.”

Ashley smiled.

“Well, this has been the most entertaining so far.”

Leon turned to look at her with an expression that screamed, "Really?”

“If he pulls another one of those jokes, I'll throw myself out the window.”

“He was doing it because you're here.”

“What's that got to do with anything?”

“An agent attending his class?”

“I told him I'm here for protection, not as an educational researcher.”

“He doesn't know that. But thanks to you I didn't fall asleep.”

Leon grunted, banging his forehead on the table.

“How did I come to this?”

“You want to go back to chainsaw chases?”

“Don't tempt me.”

Ashley laughed and slung the bag over her shoulder.

The agent mumbled one last time before following her. They walked silently down the hallway to the next classroom. Leon watched his surroundings like a hawk, feeling the weight of his gun at his side. Even after so many years, being in crowded places made his body hopelessly alert. And he knew it was the same for Ashley, even though her calm appearance didn't show it, he could hear her heartbeat as it quickened. The amazing thing was how quickly she had to have gotten used to it.

She had no choice.

Missing class was a focus for bad rumors. The president's daughter's bad reputation could affect her father and unlike other rich people's children, Ashley was aware that her actions were out in the open and she should not make a false move.

And we all know that forcing something is not good.

But there she was. Walking beside him through the crowd of students about to finish her degree and get out of that cage of beasts who wanted to see her falter.

He had to admit that he didn't have to live that contempt. At the Academy he had good colleagues who supported him in hard times.

But what he did have were some eyes on him.

"Is that Graham's bodyguard?" he heard some whispers.

"I wish he'd follow me into the shower."

Leon let out a chuckle ,catching Ashley's attention.

“Something wrong?”

“I'd forgotten how horny people are in college.”

She laughed.

“I told you you'd give me more headaches.”

“Hey, it's not like I'm the only one on campus. I've seen some very attractive people.” he paused hesitantly for a moment, but his mouth was faster than his head. “You'll have interested people, too.”

“Why do you say that?” Ashley was curious, intrigued to know what his answer would be.

“Oh, come on, you'd have to be blind not to see that you're beautiful.”

"More so now than even two years ago" thought the man, but he kept that to himself.

A tingle ran through Ashley's stomach and her cheeks flushed subtly.

It was... different when others told her. Ever since she got back from Spain she stopped caring so much about her appearance. Between training and climbing she stopped wearing makeup and nail polish, though that didn't mean she stopped liking to dress up once in a while. It was just that... she began to attach more importance to feeling better herself than to others seeing her look good. And in part she felt more liberated, but it was hard with the scars.

Aside from her back, she had several smaller ones scattered all over her body. From all the struggles, falls and fights in Spain, plus the new ones from her training and outings in the mountains, although she usually used to say they were scratches from the dogs.

Maria and James also thought they were from that. Only their father and Leon knew where they really came from. They weren't very visible, you had to look, but once you did you couldn't miss them.

Unconsciously she brought her hand to the side of her neck, where a fine knife mark had left a nick.

“I'm calmer this way. I had enough in Boston.” Leon saw her amber gaze harden. “I'm tired of looking like a broken doll that anyone can take a piece of. I'm tired of grinning like a fool while being treated like an idiot.”

Leon listened to her in silence, sensing the fury contained under that affable look.

How far had she been holding out for those two and a half years?

It looked like she was trying hard to get through college as soon as possible and get out of there.

They turned the corner and Ashley growled deeply at the unpleasant smell, confusing Leon.

“Graham, I see you're still in one piece.”

“Talking about idiots.” she growled through her teeth.

Leon looked down the nearly empty hallway. A platinum-haired woman was watching them sitting on one of the benches, accompanied by two other people. He turned to Ashley, who gave the fakest smile he'd ever seen in his life.

“To your misfortune, I am, Carla.” She spat out the words as she opened her locker and changed her stuff.

“Wow, that's your new bodyguard? I see you don't waste your time, how much did you pay him to "take care" of you?” The venom in that word was exaggerated and Leon stiffened his demeanor going into agent mode.

“Excuse me, Miss…”

“Carla Hoffman.”

“Miss Hoffman, I would appreciate it if you would refrain from making such comments.”

Carla's smile subtly widened at the sound of Leon's voice. Harsh but velvety, made to whisper in the dark.

“Excuse my manners agent, it's just that I find it a shame that you have to protect a bitch, how much is she paying you, I could offer you a better deal.”

"When you meet them you'll know who they are." Ashley's words came to him causing him to clench his fists and subtly tense his jaw.

Oh, no, he wouldn't let that one go. He was going to tell her a couple of things.

A violent thump startled him and Ashley looked at her with the darkest eyes he'd ever seen.

“Less than what you pay those you call friends.”

Carla's smile faded, darkening her expression.

“Do you feel safe around him? Are you afraid to come here?”

The throaty chuckle that emerged from Ashley gave Leon chills, and in the muscles of her shoulders he could see the tension.

This side of her was... new.

“And you? Do you feel safe insulting me from there? Do you want me to come closer? go ahead, or are you afraid I'll know who you've been with this time? of all people, you're the last to call me a whore.”

The woman's face began to turn red and her expression of pure fury broke her composure.

“What do you k-”

“Stop meddling in my business and I won't meddle in yours.” her voice grew violently aggravated. “But do it and you'll wish you hadn't spoken to me the first day. Trust me, you don't want to be on my bad side.” She gave her one last warning look and took the key out of her locker to return to the hallway. Leon heard her curse her under her breath before walking into the commotion. He glanced sideways at Ashley and took a few seconds to speak.

“I could leave you the gun to scare her.” He joked, though still overwhelmed by the violence in the blonde's expression.

She was slow to respond, her face still scowling and her teeth clenched, then growled.

“I don't need a gun to break her teeth.”

He'd never seen her threaten anyone. Fuck, He'd never seen her angry like that.

He still remembered two and a half years ago, when he'd gone looking for her at the White House and a woman among the guests had made a pass at Leon. When she dismissively branded Ashley as a broken little girl. He remembered how Graham cringed at those words and simply backed away, like a little scaredy cat.

And now...she had the fury of a tiger that wouldn't let her claws be cut and her teeth removed.

“Don't you think you've gone too far with the threat?” Leon asked.

Ashley turned to him with an arched eyebrow.

“Do you think I've gone too far?” her voice sounded sly and a faint, lopsided smile tugged at the corners of her lips.

“Not a bit.”

They both smiled and went upstairs to the second floor classrooms.

Sometimes he forgot. He might not be fighting undead or human-eating monsters now, but he had entered a realm he hadn't stepped into in a while. People could also be monsters hiding under fine clothes and friendly smiles and what made it partly more complicated than fighting beasts was that you didn't know who the monster was and when they might attack. And she'd had to adapt to that situation faster than he had, who was sent on missions with hardly any human contact.

But as her bodyguard there were lines he couldn't cross to defend her without giving the wrong image. Ashley mattered to him, perhaps more than it suited a mere bodyguard, but after all they had been through it was inevitable and so he had to be cautious. He couldn't throw a punch at the first jerk who insulted her. He couldn't help smiling to himself.

It was true. He didn't need to.

She would be the one to punch them.

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MavDad: Drivin’

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Mav smiled at Brad as he excitedly ran down the stairs to the kitchen, today was the day he was getting his learner’s permit. They had an 8AM appointment with the BMV for him to take the written test, then he had to complete 50 hours of driving and turn 16 to get his license.

Brad made his way to the table, a box of cereal under his arm to make room for the milk and bowl in his hands.

Mav laughed, checking the time, it was 6:30 in the morning, “Bradley I don’t think I’ve ever seen you awake this early, let alone eating breakfast.”

“Well, I wanted to start the day right,” Brad said around a mouthful of lucky charms.

“Bud, its only 6:30, we still have another hour and a half before we have to be there,” Mav told him, trying to hide his laughter.

Carole, who had just made her way down the stairs, was surprised to see Brad up so early, “Honey, why are you up so early? Its a Saturday.”

“My appointment to take my driver’s test is today,” Brad said, before shoveling more cereal in his mouth.

“I know that, its been on the calendar for a month now, that still doesn’t explain why you are up so early,” Carole teased him as she made herself a cup of coffee.

“I don’t want to be late, mom,” Brad said, “If I miss this appointment then I will have to wait at least 3 more weeks.”

Carole laughed, “Okay honey, I’m sure you won't be late, its only a few minutes away.”

“Yeah, I just wanted to be prepared,” Brad said.

“No harm in that, the military always wants us overprepared,” Mav said before taking a sip of his coffee.

Carole smiled at them both before the room descended into comfortable silence between the 3 of them. Carole was sipping her coffee and reading a book, Mav was reading through the technical specs of an aircraft they wanted him to test, and Brad was nervously reviewing the material that his school gave him for the driver’s test.

As the clock approached 7:00, Brad jumped up from the table, bringing his cereal bowl to the sink to wash it out. He finished washing out the bowl before turning to Mav, “Dad you better be ready to go by 7:30, we are getting there early.”

Mav laughed at him, “Alright, I guess I’ll go get dressed then.”

As Brad made his way upstairs Mav turned to Carole with a smile, “Should I let him drive us home?”

“I think that would make his day Maverick,” Carole said.

Mav got up from the table just as Brad called down to him, “You haven’t even come up to get dressed yet!”

“I’m coming!” Mav shouted back, “I’m old you can’t expect me to move that fast.”

“You aren’t that old,” Brad said as he made his way back downstairs.

Mav ruffled Brad’s hair as he passed him on the stairs, he was sitting at the bottom tying his shoes. Brad had gotten tall in the last year and Mav missed the days when he could ruffle his hair or give him a hug without feeling short.

Mav got dressed quickly, Bradley was pacing by the garage door and Mav was worried that if he took too long Brad would make a hole in the floor. He came down the stairs and checked his watch, it was 7:30, “Okay, when do you want to leave?”

Brad looked at him, Mav could see the nervousness in his eyes, “Now.”

“Well let’s go then,” Mav said with a smile.

Carole got up from the table, before Brad could escape into the garage, and pulled him into a hug, “You’re going to do great Brad, don’t second guess yourself on the answers, okay?”

Brad let out a deep breath, Carole’s hugs always made him feel better, “Okay mom, love you.”

“I love you too sweetie, good luck,” Carole said before releasing him from her tight grip and planting a kiss on his cheek.

Brad walked into the garage, Mav grabbed the keys to the Bronco off of the hook by the door. They rode in silence for the short drive to the BMV, Brad was still visibly nervous. As Mav parked the truck he turned to Brad, “What are you so nervous about Bradley? You’ve been studying this for a few weeks now, and you know the basics of how cars work, this is going to be a breeze.”

Brad thought for a moment, “I just don’t want to mess it up, I don’t want to be a burden to you and mom anymore and getting this means I am one step closer to getting my license.”

Mav couldn’t believe what he was hearing, he grabbed Brad’s shoulder, “Bradley, you have never been a burden to your mom or I. We take you places and do things for you because we are your parents and we love you. You could never be a burden.”

Brad sighed, “I know that, sometimes I just wonder if this is what you wanted for your life.”

Mav was quiet for a minute, “What do you mean?”

“Well you haven’t gotten married, and you never seriously date women. Sometimes I wonder what your life would be like if you didn’t have to take care of us,” Brad said seriously.

“Bradley, even if your dad was still here, you guys are my only family. I would still be a person very much involved in your life. I have always helped out your mom and dad and they did the same for me even now,” Mav said with a sigh.

“I love you like you are my own son Bradley. I know that you wish your dad was still here, hell I do every day, he deserved more time with you and your mom. I’m here because he was my best friend and I promised him that I would take care of you both if anything happened, but I am also here because I want to be here, because I’d be right beside your dad if he were still here,” Mav finished passionately.

Brad looked at him, tears in his eyes, “Okay, I’m sorry for bringing it up.”

Mav pulled him into a hug, a few tears in his own eyes, “Don’t be bud, I want you to know that I am here for you because I want to be,” he gave a watery laugh, “I was never good at keeping women around anyway, they tend to get upset with you when you don’t talk to them for months on end.”

Brad laughed, sinking into Mav’s embrace, “I can see how that would be an issue.”

They heard the door lock from the BMV click open, both turned to look at the clock on the dash to see that it was 8:00.

Mav let Brad go, “Alright bud, you got this, there is nothing to worry about.”

Brad nodded, “Okay, let’s do it.”

They went into the BMV and Mav took a seat in front of the counter next to Brad.

“What can we do for you today?” the lady behind the counter asked.

“I have an appointment to take the written driving test,” Brad told her confidently.

“Okay honey, and what’s your name?” She asked, typing on the computer.

“Bradley Bradshaw,” Brad said.

“And is this your father?” the woman asked, looking between the two of them.

Mav spoke up, “No, but I am listed as a legal guardian.”

That was Carole’s idea in case anything happened to her then Bradley wouldn’t be taken from the only family he had left.

“Okay so you are Mr. Mitchell then?” the woman asked.

“Yes, that’s me,” Mav said.

“Alright, well Bradley is going to take the test on the computers over there,” she began, pointing to the computer across the room, “when he is done and if he passes then you will both fill out some paperwork and we will get his photo for his learner’s permit.”

“Sounds good,” Brad said, “which computer do you want me at?”

“Just take number 1 honey, once you click on the screen the test will start,” the woman said to him, “Mr. Mitchell, you can take a seat in the waiting area until he is done.”

“Thank you, ma’am,” Mav said, before he and Brad got up, giving Brad one last pat on the back, “You got this bud.”

“Thanks dad,” Brad said, giving him a smile before making his way to the computers.

While Brad took his test, Mav thought about the conversation they had in the parking lot. Why would Brad think that he is a burden? Mav loved spending time with him, hell he found a job he loves because of Brad. He couldn’t say that he never wanted a wife or a family of his own, but he was just not willing to give up flying to obtain that. So as far as he was concerned, Carole and Brad were the only family he needed.

Mav, who was lost in his own thoughts, didn’t realize that Brad had finished his test until Brad bumped his arm.

“You okay?” he asked.

Mav shook his head, “Yeah, I’m good. Did you pass?”

Brad gave him a grin, “You were right, I breezed right through it.”

“What did I tell you?” Mav said smiling, “Now let’s get this paperwork filled out.”

The BMV lady walked them through the paperwork before taking Brad’s picture for his permit, “Alright honey, you are all set. Your official permit will show up to your house in a few days once the paperwork is fully processed.”

“Thank you for your help,” Mav said as they both got up to leave.

“My pleasure!” she said smiling, “Drive safe out there!”

They all shared a laugh as Brad and Mav made their way to the door. Once they were outside Mav tossed the keys for the Bronco to Brad with a quick, “Heads up.”

“Really?” Brad asked, awe in his voice.

“Really,” Mav said with a smile, “Just don’t kill us.”

Brad laughed at him, “I won’t kill us.”

“Good,” Mav said as he buckled up, “Now take us home nice and slow.”

“Alright,” Brad said as he started the engine.

Mav white knuckled the dash the whole way home. How in the hell Goose could sit back-seat in an F14 he would never know, sitting shot-gun with Brad was like riding with himself behind the wheel. As Brad backed them into the garage, Mav just hoped that Brad wouldn’t take after him in the air too.

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The Bards Sister Geralt XFemale!Reader Part 1

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Summary: Geralt of Rivia and his long time travel companion Jaskier find themselves in Jaskiers home land. A place geralt had not only never seen nor heard of. Jaskier is ready to reunite its his family after traveling and exploring the world for 20 years. The one person he missed the most was his baby sister (Y/N). Who he hadnt seen since she was 5. The journal is long, but the pay off is grander then they would ever be able to predict. I know i am trash at summaries.

Trigger warnings: NONE a lot of Geralt and Jaskier in this first part. Your charicter doesn’t come in till closer to the end.

Pairings: GeraltxReader JaskierxSister!reader

Word count: 6,095 longest fanfic I’ve ever written!!

A/N: hello my loves!!! I got my Insperation back!! I’m hopping i will be regularly posting agin!!! I ove you all so much you consistent love and supoort has not gone unnoticed. The constant likes and reblogs truly means the world to me. I love every single one of you so much. Thank you for believing in my writing the way you do. All my love -Lilith ps. I have reviewed and edited but I will be doing a more in-depth review soon!

“Where are we going, Jaskier.” The Witcher’s brooding voice echoed threw the flowered valley. His horse trotted not far behind his companion. Jaskier looked back at him and just rolled his eyes.

“How many times have you led me on endless roads, towards the middle of nowhere speaking little to no words to me no matter how much I ask?” Geralt said nothing. Jaskier snorted looking back towards the road.

“Exactly. No shut up, your brooding is giving me a headache.” The bard was giving the witcher a taste of his own medicine. The idea that Jaskier was leading him to somewhere he had no idea of the location, made him uneasy. Did he trust his bard? Absolutely without a doubt. Would he ever admit it to him? No never.

Their travels continued till the sun was barely hanging in the sky. The air had grown crisp replacing the harsh burning of the full summer sun. Jaskier pulled his mare to the side of the road, climbing off her, tying her to a tree. Geralt followed, realizing they were stopping for the day.

“We still have a couple hours of daylight left.” Geralt said as he took Roach’s saddle and tack off.

“We don't need a couple hours, we are nearly there. Maybe an hour and half.” Geralt cocked an eyebrow at Jaskier.

“Then why did we stop?” Jaskier pulled his saddle bags off his horse, putting them beside a log as he gathered some sticks for the fire.

“Because I have to debrief you as to who we are going to see and you must bathe before we do so. The stream here will do the trick.”

“Gods Jaskier, will you just tell me where we are going? The secrecy is bullshit.” The broot of a man was losing his patience with his friend.

The duo had been on the trip for nearly two weeks. They left Tramieria and headed east. Much further east than Geralt could ever remember traveling. Yet the bard seemed to know exactly what turns to take and when. The closer they drew to their destination the more the witcher could hear his heart beat faster.

“Jaskier if this is some stupid plot for me to protect you from some man who’s wife you slept with again-“

“It's not Geralt-“ Jaskier pinched the bridge of his nose, his stress causing a minor headache. “Just go bathe then I’ll tell you everything.” Geralt studied his friend, his eyes searching his face, his ears tuning into his heart beat trying his best to figure out what he was getting himself into.

With a low grunt the witcher grabbed his last set of clean clothes and the bar of soap from the bard's hand before stomping off to the river.

“Clean EVERYTHING!” Jaskier yelled over his shoulder. Only getting an unfriendly finger in return.

Nearly an hour later, the sun was completely hidden behind the canyon, the glow of the fire Jaskier started illuminating their small camp. Jaskier’s fingers strummed mindlessly at his lute, his eyes fixed on the stars that were making their presence known more, humming to himself softly. He heard his friends footsteps as he approached, his hair was wet at his shoulders. A fresh white Cotton tunic hugged his muscular build, black trousers hugging his legs. He smiled nice for once. All thanks to the lavender and honey soap Jaskier had received as a gift.

“Now don't you look better.” Jaskier said with a chuckle. The witcher sat down across the fire from him, his golden eyes staring heavily at the bard.

“Spill your guts Jaskier.” Jaskier rubbed his hands over his face and nodded. His eyes looking anywhere but at his friend.

“I haven't been completely forward about my family life.” Jaskier’s eyes landed on the moon above them. It was nearly full, he was doing well with time. He knew they would reach their destination well before the next full moon.

“Jaskier.” Geralt’s harsh voice broke the silence. With a loud sigh Jaskier finally looked his friend in the face.

“I’m royalty Geralt.” The Witcher’s expression did not change. He just looked at his friend. He could hear Jaskier's heart beat become uneven and unsteady. At first he thought it was a joke but the nervous energy radiating from his long time friend made him think better.

“My family, they are wonderful people. My mother, bless her, taught me everything I needed to know about writing and music. Convinced my father to let me train at Oxenfurt Academy. My father is a noble and loyal king. He served our people well. Still does to my knowledge. I haven't been back in nearly 20 years…” the bard trailed off, his eyes fixated on his hands, his fingers twildilling with a ring he had on. The ring was that of his family. Their crest engraved into the gold.

“I was never meant to be a noble. I lived for adventure, for more than just sitting on a throne and watching people come and go. I was never fit to be king. My parents knew that. They understood. Understanding people they are.” His voice trailed off again, hopping his friend would say something. Ask a question. Anything. He didn’t know where to go next.

“Why didn't you ever tell me?” Geralt finally asked.

“Because it never came up. My family never needed me. I never needed them. I love them all dearly of course. But we were never the closest people in the world. Well, my sister and I were.” That caught the Witcher’s attention. His eyes narrow slightly, he made sure to not let his expression scare the bard into not telling him more. He was genuinely curious about his family. But he couldn't lie and say he wasn't disappointed that in the 7 years they traveled together he never heard of them.

“You have a sister?” The bard's eyes lit up. His memory raced with images of his tun little sister chasing him around the courtyard screaming, yelling his name. Her giggles and laughs pulling at his heart strings.

“Yes. Her name is (Y/N). She is about to be 25. Big age for a princess. I havnt seen her since she was very little.” His heart started to break softly. His neglect to his baby sitter weighting heavily on him.

“I write her often, as much as I can. She was...well, a surprise to my parents to say the least. I was 15 when she was born. I left home at 20. I was only around for her toddler years. I never got to see her grow, blossom into a young woman. I missed so much.” Jaskier had to fight back the tears, his throat becoming tight and dry. His body filling with regret.

“I just kept pushing it back Geralt. I alwasy said I’d make it home. I alwasy had it in the back of my mind to go back and see her. But I never did.”

“Why now?” Geralt asked.

“She wrote me a few months back. It was nearly a book. It was filled with tales of her new travels around our country. She had been training heavily with an unmanned matester of combat. She traveled the countryside with the man. She referred to him as an uncle. In the letter she asked me if it was true that I’d been traveling with you. She said the songs and tales of Jaskier the Bard traveling with the White Wolf made it to her ears.” Jaskier stopped talking for a brief moment, rummaged around his rut sack and pulled out a notebook. He untied its string and a large pile of papers fell out into his hand. He unfolded the parchment and scanned the writing.

“I wrote her back that week. Only to receive this in return.” He began to read;

“Oh dear Jaskier!! I cannot believe its true. I thought he was only a legend. The white wolf. Please tell him he is a hero here. We love his stories. Many have written books of him. Children run round calling themselves the butcher of Blaviken here to save the damsel and distress. I love his stories, mainly because they involve you. Please come visit me this year. I miss you terribly. I want to hear of your travels with the wolf. Mother said he is more than welcome to stay if he wishes to travel with you. I do miss you Jaskier. More than I think you know. I do not mean to guilt you or make you feel bad as i know you are traveling the world to your heart's content and would never want you to feel as though I do not support you-“ Jaskier stopped reading for a brief moment. A small tear dripped onto the page he was reading. Geralt listened to every word he read. He couldn't help the small tug of his lips when he read about the children pretending to be him. It was a breath of fresh air for the witcher. He had constantly been told he was a monster. To hid your children from him. Yet here was an entire country that loved him, yet he had no idea. Jaskier cleared his throat and continued. “But i miss my brother. And maybe, just maybe. I could come with you. If you deem me fit. I have been working tirelessly with a friend of fathers. He trains me in not only swordsmanship, but Herbology, and monsters as well. I can name nearly every monster that has inhabited the Continent and how to slay it. He thinks I’m ready to leave the nest and I think mother and father are getting a bit tired of me as well. I cannot stand another somber, dull, dinner party with nobles who look at me like a piece of meat. So please. Visit me soon. Come and stay a few days. Catch up with your dear sister and maybe, if he isn't too busy and if it doesn’t inconvenience him, bring the Wolf with you. He’d be a welcomed hero. All my love dear brother. Xoxo Love always, (Y/N) Irene Pankratz

Jaskier folded the letter, placing it inside his notebook before safely storing it inside his sack again. He ran a hand over his face, his eyes slowly moving from his hands to his best friend. They sat in the silence for a while. Geralt’s brain replaying the words he had heard from his friend.

“You could have told me about her Jaskier. Why didn't you? You’ve been in contact with her all this time, planning to see her and your family again. Bringing me along for the ride, yet not a single word in 7 years. Do you not trust me with such a secret Jaskier?” Jaskier was taken aback by his friend's words.

He never knew his secrecy would have such an impact on his friend. When it came to Geralt he learned long ago, the little words, the better. The witcher can only handle so much before he loses interest and stops listening or walks away. He never in a million years would have thought he cared about his life that much. It warmed the bards heart to know his dear friend, the only brother he ever had, cared that deeply for him.

“It has nothing to do with not trusting you Geralt. Is has everything to do with the shame I hold for not seeing her sooner. For treating her like a dirty secret form the world. There is no logical reason for me to keep my family such a big secret. Yet I have. For 20 years.” Geralt’s hands rubbed together softly as he listened to his friend. He understood the secrecy. He was a box full of secrets that nobody could get into.

“Its okay Jaskier. I understand the secrecy. Is that where we are going tomorrow?” Jaskier nodded, a smile appearing on his face.

“Her birthday is the next full moon. I’m hoping my gift will be a good start in time lost.” Geralt looked at him curiously. He hadn't noticed any major item in Jaskier’s possession that could make a good gift for a young princess.

“You’re her gift Geralt. I wrote her back after that letter and told her I’d be back for her next birthday. But that you simply were to busy with your work. I told her that you greatly appreciated her support and that youd consider writing to her in the future. She has no idea your coming with me.” Geralt didnt know how he felt about being a gift. He never ever saw himself as a gift to anyone. More of a burden the a gift. He shook his head at Jaskier and tutted at him.

“Jaskier if your that broke you could’ve asked me for a few extra coins for a real gift.” The witcher attempted to joke with the bard. It made Jaskier smile more. Geralt could be funny, but his humor was incredibly dry, much like Jaskier’s father.

“Geralt! Did you just try and joke around with me??” Geralt rolled his eyes, laying down stretching his muscles as he looked up at the starts.

“Best get some sleep Jaskier, you’ve got a rather big family reunion tomorrow.”

The next morning Jaskier was up and awake before Geralt, a rare sight. He truly hadn't slept more than a couple hours that night. His nerves kept him awake. He feared his sister wouldn’t be as loving as he pictured, she had every right to be mad at him, hate him even. By the time Geralt was up, Jaskier had bathed, changed and had his horse completely ready to go.

Geralt had to do everything in his power to not laugh at his friend. He looked rather ridiculous. His normal bright attire was replaced with a royals outfit. A green and blue velvet tunic and some extremely uncomfortable looking black trousers. His hair was combed back and his face was freshly washed. He even cleaned under his fingernails. He looked rather ridiculous in Geralt’s opinion. He couldn't help the low chuckle that left his lips as he put his bed roll away.

“I don't understand why you're laughing. I have some clothes for you to put on as well.” Geralt’s expression changed instantly, from humorous to angry.

“No. Absolutely not. What I’m wearing is perfectly fine. I’d wear it to meet any king or queen.” A bag was chucked at him, he barely caught it before it smacked into his face.

“This isn't any normal king and queen Geralt. This is my family. And besides, you are no ordinary witcher in my kingdom, you’ll be treated as royalty there. You may as well look the part.” Geralt huffed and threw the bag of clothes back at his friends feet, glaring daggers at him. He hated dressing up with a burning passion. Everything was too tight, not easy to fight in. If anything happened he’d have to rip the seams on every piece of clothing to be able to maneuver his weapons properly. And fancy clothes dont have space for weapons. He didn't like that one bit. Jaskier looked at his friend. His eyes pleading with him.

“Please Geralt. Just for today and her birthday. I couldn't care less what you wear at any other point on this trip.” He had walked closer to Geralt now. About a meter away from him. He extended his hand, the bag in his hand. Geralt looked from the bag to his friend. His teeth and jaw clenched.

He let out a loud huff and grabbed the bag from the bard.

“Fine.” He said through gritted teeth and began taking off his clothing. Jaskier smiled before turning his attention to Roach, getting her stalled and tacked so when Geralt was dressed they could leave.

“If we move with a bit of a haste we could make it there before breakfast.” Jaskier said as he mounted his horse, looking at his friend. His hand slapped over his face. The witcher looked utterly ridiculous in his new attire. The bright red and orange vest a-top a cream tunic, his legs tight in some disgustingly ugly corduroy pants. The pants were obviously smaller than the seamstress he bought them off claimed them to be. The ends of the pants came nearly mid calf on Geralt’s legs. His pasty white ankles and feet shining in the early morning sun.

“Jesus Geralt. Those are worse than the ones I got for Pavetta’s party.” The bard could no longer hold in his laughter. Did Gerarlt look like a nobleman? Sure, but his size, white hair, and bright yellow eyes really didn't help the situation.

“Jaskier, I will kill you for this.” Geralt grumbled angered as he pulled his socks up his feet and over his calves. Luckily for him (and Jaskier) his boots went higher than his pants, making it harder to notice that the pants he was wearing were way too small.

“At least I’m not making you wear a big hat with a feather, those are truly hideous.” Geralt mounted Roach, more carefully then he normally does in fear his pants could bust at the seams.

“I had to wrap you up nice and pretty to present you to my sister.” Jaskier commented as he led his horse; Napoleon to the main road, Geralt and Roach in tow.

The two men rode in a comfortable silence for some time, but as they got closer and closer to Jaskier’s home, all Geralt could hear was his frantic heartbeat. Jaskier’s palms get sweaty and his throat dry, no matter how much water he drinks from his water skin.

“Jaskier. You need to calm down. Your fucking heart beat is driving me insane.” Geralt hissed. They could see the end of the valley they had been traveling in. Geralt looked out in the distance, his eyes saw the castle first. It was very far, but he could tell how beautiful it was from where they were.

“Maybe you just shouldn’t listen to it then.” Jaskier barked back.

“You know I have no control over it, idiot. Take a deep breath. I know you're scared, I understand. But from the sounds of it your sister desperately misses you, I don't think she would ask you to come see her if she was going to hate you.” Geralt didn't talk much at all, that everyone knew. He was a man of few words. But when he did speak it was wiser than most people ever expected. People tended to forget the age of the white haired man, as he stopped ageing physically in his late twenties.

Jaskier smiled softly at his friend's words, he listened to him and took a few deep breaths, calling himself down. Geralt was right. His sister seemed eager as ever to see him again.

The two men approached the entrance to the city. Geralt was more than shocked. He wasn't sure if he had ever seen a city so beautiful in his entire life. The streets were lined in beautiful stone, flowers, vines, greenery all around every corner. The banners that were hanging on the outside of the main gates caught Geralt’s eyes. The crests on them were brightly colored in greens and blues, a very large diamond in the center. Their horses rode into the entrance of the town. Jaskier’s heart was calm, steady, his face was bright and had a smile Geralt had never seen on him before. He was finally home.

“Welcome to Inritha (In-Rithe-A) the capital of Unthya (Un-The-A) Geralt. Welcome to my home.”

Their horses traveled down the stone brick road slowly, the city was buzzing already even with it being the early hours of the morning. Geralt was surprised to see everyone look so...happy, care free. Enjoying their lives. They looked as though nothing was a fret, no monster looming. Geralt was mesmerized by the city. The buildings were built out of what looked to him like limestone, a building material he so rarely saw in other parts of the Continent. The buildings were being taken over by vines and moss, flowers all over. He’d never seen so many butterflies in his life.

“Jaskier-'' his voice was barely a whisper, the bard turning to look at him as they rode side by side. Jaskier couldn't help but smile as his friend admired the beauty he himself had so easily forgotten over the years.

“I know, it's beautiful. I've forgotten myself.”

The two men continued riding their horses up the road closer and closer to the castle. The longer they road tho more attention they got from passer buys. Geralt could hear their whispers.

It couldn't be. Could it?

THE Geralt of Rivia? Here in Inritha?

Mummy look! It's the butcher!!

Has Prince Jaskier finally returned home?

For the first time in what seemed like his entire life, the hushed whispers Geralt heard as he rode through a city were not of hate and disgust. But of admiration and curiosity. The entire time Geralt and Jaskier rode through the city, he never once had the urge to grab either of his swords that were at his side.

The two men approached the gates of the castle, four armored guards stood outside. The put their hand up in motion for the men to stop. One who looked as tho to be the commander of sorts stepped forward poking between both men. Eyes lingering for a long while on the two.

“State your name and what business you have in Inritha at this early hour.” Jaskier dismounted his horse, waking a few feet forward.

“My name is Jaskier Alfred Pankratz son of Dastrill and Alvere Pankratz. This is my companion Geralt Of Rivia, we are here on behalf of my sister, (Y/N) Irene Pankratz’s 25th birthday.” Jaskier bowed his head lowly, keeping eye contact with the commander in front of him.

“Prince Jaskier?!?” The man clearly looked flustered and embarrassed for not recognizing the prince of his own kingdom. All four men quickly bowed their heads.

“Please accept my apology your highness, we welcome you home. As do we welcome your honored guest.” Jaskier smiled and told the men to not trouble themselves with an apology. Geralt continued to watch from atop Roach, still not use to being idolized instead of feared. Honored guest. Geralt thought to himself. He could get use to the new treatment. Jaskier remounted Napoleon the gates to the castle walls opening. The both road threw, all four men bowed their heads as the two walked threw. Not once did they threaten Geralt’s life. They were led by a guard to the stables where they left their horses.

Geralt could hear Jaskier heart beating again in his chest as they were led inside the castle. Geralt tried to concentrate on his friend, to be there for him but he couldn't help but let his eyes wander all over the castle's walls, it was a bright exterior. The walls polished, candles everywhere. Large windows allowing for natural lighting. Nothing dark or gloomy about the castle at all. He felt uplifted..cheary almost. As they neared the entrance to the grand hall where the King, Queen, Princess along with some others were. Geralt could hear the light conversation, and the clicking of silver on plates, they were eating breakfast. But he could still hear Jaskier’s heart beating in his chest. Geralt placed a comforting hand on his friend's shoulder as they walked, giving it a soft squeeze. The action made Jaskier more worried if the witcher was feeling alright, as it was abnormally out of character for the man. But he said nothing, appreciating the gesture.

They got to the door and just as the guard was about to push the doors open Jaskier grabbed his arm.

“Could we maybe skip the loud over dramatic announcements of my arrival? I have not seen my family in years.” The guard only nodded, bowed his head and walked back outside to his post. Jaskier looked over at his friend, as he put his hand on the door ready to push it open.

“Now or never.” Jaskier said as he opened the door. Both men walked into the large room, the talking stopped almost instantly. Geralt stood at the door, not wanting to impose on the important reunion of his friend and his family. He followed Jaskiers gaze to the table ahead of them in the front of the room. The room was lined with huge floor to ceiling windows, the light of the early morning sun shone brightly making the marble floors glisten.

“JASKIER!!!” The loud scream of a girl nearly made Geralt jump out of his skin, his hand reaching back for a sword that wasn't there in instinct.

It made Jaskier jump but the smile that covered his face was even bigger than the one he had seen as he walked through the city. Geralt followed Jaskier’s gaze to a young woman. The sight of her alone made Geralt want to pass out. He wasn't sure if he had ever seen someone so beautiful in his entire life. Her hair was the same chestnut brown that Jaskier had, but it was long, hip length. She had it pulled back slightly out of her face, a few baby hairs framed her face. Oh her face. Geralt thought as though he was looking at a living breathing angel. He heard her chair scrape roughly on the ground before it loudly crashed on the floor. She raced around the long table from her mothers side and sprinted to her brother. She practically threw herself on him. Her arms wrapped tightly around his neck. He quickly wrapped his arms around her, stumbling back a few steps. Everything was quite as the two embraced. Geralt's eyes went to the king and queen who were now standing. The queen looked just like (Y/N) but her hair was black, long stripes of grey peeking through her hair. The crown atop her head glistened in the light. Her right hand was tightly around her husband's arm, her other hand placed softly over her mouth as she looked at her children. Her husband looked much like Jaskier. His hair was the same color as both of their children, but much like his wife’s, much of it had turned grey. His eyes were the same cornflower blue that Jaskier had.

Minutes passed in silence before Jaskier put his hands on his sisters shoulders, pulling her away from him. He put one hand on her cheek as he examined her features. Her pale cheeks were damp with tears. But not sad tears. Tears of joy.

“My sister, how you’ve grown.” Geralt could hear the tears in the bard's voice. He couldn't see him but he could hear everything.

(Y/N) fingers gently brushed over her brother’s face as she smiled at him.

“My brother, how you haven't aged a day. You look just as I remember you. Maybe a few more wrinkles.” She teased. He laughed softly. Wiping his eyes with his hand before pulling her into another bone crushing embrace. She was much shorter than Jaskier, barely shoulder level with him. Geralt was shocked to remember she would be turning 25 in two days. She was still young in the face, beautiful. He wanted nothing more than to see her more up close.

While the siblings spoke their parents moved from the spots at the table, standing behind (Y/N). Alvere was the first to pull him into a tight embrace after her daughter let go. Her fingers gently combed through his hair as she inhaled his scent deeply.

“My dear son how I've missed you.” She whispers slowly into his ear. Geralt was starting to feel bad for eavesdropping. Not that he could help it. He was still standing at the entrance to the grand hall yet he could hear everything.

Jaskiers father hugged him next, it was not nearly as long as the outer two but both men were okay with it. Understanding that their relationship had never been one for long father son hugs.

“It is good to see you again my boy.” His hand clasped down on his son's shoulder.

The four of them stood close together, smiling more than Geralt ever thought possible. It almost made his heart turn. Deep, deep, deep, down the witcher longed for a family that would look at him the way they looked at Jaskier. He often cured the universe for not giving him an option when it came to what he had become. He clung to the few memories he had of his mother. But as years passed they became harder and harder to remember, more painful. But he had. Made a new sort of family over the years. From Jaskier, to his brothers at Kaer Morhen.

“(Y/N), mum, dad, there is someone I’d like you to meet.” Jaskier turned his head towards the door to the hall. Geralt stood tall, shoulders pressed back, his hair framed his face gracefully. Even in the entirely ugly attire he was in, he made himself as presentable and as proper as possible. (Y/N)’s eyes grew bigger when her eyes met his. He once again was taken aback by her beauty. Her eyes were a powerful emerald green matching similarly to the color of her brother's tunic, but brighter. Her mouth fell slightly agape when she realized who it was. The eyes were a dead give away that he was in fact a witcher, but once she saw the silver medallion that rested on his chest, she knew.

Jaskier nodded his head for Geralt to walk forward and he did, his footsteps were light, his pace slow and steady as he walked closer to the royal family. (Y/N)’s hand gently covered her mouth in excitement. Her eyes flickering to her brother who grinned at her.

“A bit of an early birthday gift.” He winked. Once Geralt was closer to the group Jaskier turned so he could introduce them, at his sister's side. All eyes were on him. Even the few people who were still seated at the table were looking at him. He started to feel a bit more uneasy. He started to remember how far away his swords were if he needed them. This alone was beginning to make him panic. He was not used to being welcomed into royal courts unless it was specifically for a hunt.

“This is Geralt of Rivia, one of the most feared, renowned, and skilled Witcher’s the content has to offer. And also my best friend.”

Geralt's eyes were back on (Y/N)’s, his worries dropped more when she smiled brightly at him. Her eyes gleamed.

Geralt bowed his head to the three of them, “ it is an absolute pleasure to meet you, your highnesses.” (Y/N) was nearly blown over by the sultry sound of his voice. She had only heard stories of the witcher. Never see him for herself and definitely had never heard him speak. She never expected a monster hunter to be as handsome as he was. She admired every feature he had. Her eyes fixating on his chiseled jawline, the light gray stubble across his chin and cheeks.

“My, what a pleasure it is to meet such a famed warrior as yourself Geralt!” The king spoke before (Y/N) could, which she was happy about as she did not trust her voice to not waver at his beauty in that moment.

“You my dear are very popular around here. Your stories are legendary. The school children even host yearly plays, Reenacting your most beloved stories.” (Y/N)’s mother added her finger pointing light hardly at Geralt. Her hand came out gracefully from her side to shake the Witcher’s hand. He gently took it, a small smile pulling at the corners of his lips. His attention returned to (Y/N).

“I’m terribly sorry I’m the birthday gift from your brother this year.” She shook her head almost as soon as the words left his mouth.

“Do not be sorry Geralt-'' the way she said his name made him feel as though he could keel over. “I would like to thank you, for protecting my brother for the years you have. He never skips on his gratitude for you in his letter to me. For that we are all eternally grateful for you.” She reached her hand out. Geralt wasted no time in grabbing her hand, shaking it gently. He was dying inside, but he couldn't let her or anyone else see. He took a gentle step towards her, his head lowering softly, his soft lips were placed on the back of her small hand. The small action made the young girls' faces burn red. Her eyes flicked to her brother who smugly smiled, knowing danm well his gift was going to take the cake.

“Well, you both should come join us, we just started eating.” The king said with a smile, with a quick wave of his hand two more places we set.

(Y/N) gently removed her hand from Geralt’s. Walking towards the table, both men in tow. As she reached her spot she moved her plate and glass to the middle seat that had been prepared, leaving Jaskier a seat next to their mother and Geralt a seat next to her. They all sat and waited as food was served to them. (Y/N) could feel Geralt watching her as she ate, her brother deep in conversation with her parents about his most recent travels. But she wasnt listening. Her attention was only on the man seated to her left. She looked over at the man, eyed him up and down then turned to her brother. For the first time she noticed how ugly their attire was.

“Gods Jaskier who dressed you two?” She asked as she sipped her orange juice. Both men looked at her. Jaskier looked a bit hurt and Geralt only snorted.

“I told him the clothes were horrendous.” Geralt said beside the young woman making her giggle. The sound made his heart beat faster. This was also when he realized how sensibly everyone else in the room was dressed, and how much they stood out. (Y/N) was in a thin white cotton dress, it was around knee length and a light sweater was on her shoulders. Her mother and father dressed similarly. Their clothes looking normal, comfortable.

“Oh my dear brother. What have you done to the poor witcher.” She laughed, turning her attention to him. She could see how uncomfortable the clothes made him. The vest was way too tight and he was practically bursting out of his pants, not that she minded, she gladly enjoyed the view.

“He is torturing me. That's what.” Geralt scoffed and she couldn't help but giggle again.

“You're so dramatic Geralt it's truly not that bad.” Her head flicked to her brother.

“Jaskier don't be rude.” She tutted him like a mother, it made Geralt snort under his breath as he took a bite of his eggs. She stood and walked behind him. He was stiff at her movements.

“Do you mind?” Her fingers were on the strings of the vest. He shook his head no and she quickly untied the tight strings, and it fell from his shoulders. She took it off and handed it to one of the maids

“You can burn that horridly ugly thing.” She said as she sat back down.

“I do not remember you being so rude, little sister.” Jaskier quipped.

“What I think is rude is how you made sure you got the more presentable clothing and dressed your poor friend in those horrendous colors. Have you seen his pants, Jaskier?? It's a miracle he can still breath.” Her eyes looked towards the witcher who was already looking at her with a cocky smirk on his face, glad she was putting Jaskier in his place for the ugly outfit choice.

“I can take you to the seamstress later today, if you’d like Geralt.” Her smile was like a drug.

“I’d appreciate that m'lady.” He said softly.

“And I can show you around the city, both of you. But in return I would like to hear some of your stories, first hand if that’s doable.”

“That sounds like a reasonable trade.” Geralt quipped back.

“Then it's a date, Witcher.”

“A date it is.”

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aliwritesfic · 3 years

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The Night Shift part 7 (F!Reader x Frankie Morales)

Summary: Sunday lunch with the nightcrew bois, what secrets will come out?

Warnings: Emotional abuse

W/C: 1.9k

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Part 1 Part 8

The sun was too fucking bright. You groaned and rolled over, mouth dry and head pounding. Your phone told you it was almost eleven, which meant you only had an hour to get ready. That was okay, though. You weren’t exactly dressing to impress. It was only Manny and Frankie . . . Frankie.With a wince, you remembered your conversation with him last night. Had it been painfully obvious that you were talking about yourself? Surely not, if he was drunk too. But as you showered, you thought about what he said, and realised that he was right. At least, he was right about what you could remember him saying. Leaving Kurt wouldn’t mean you would be alone and unloved. You had Manny and Sara; you knew they loved you. But that didn’t change that if you left, you’d have nowhere to go. You had never been the type of person to ask for handouts, especially sympathy handouts. There was just too much to think about.

A text from your phone from Sara told you as much as you needed to know about her night went.

Manifestation WORKS 😉 sent 8:34AM

You spent a few extra minutes washing your face, enjoying the feel of cool water on your skin. Flecks of makeup that you had slept in swirled down the drain, grey and black and blue. Tiny bits of glitter glinted on your cheeks, reminding you of days past when you would drown yourself in glitter to go out clubbing. The memory made you smile, remembering how carefree and happy you were just a few years ago.

Grabbing your darkest pair of sunglasses, you were ready to go. You hadn’t bothered with styling your hair beyond running a quick brush through, and your face was devoid of makeup aside from any remnants left from last night.

It was a quick walk to the bistro, your stomach roiling the entire time. You knew it was food you needed; you had already thrown up several times last night after arriving home. The thought of filling your stomach spurred you on, your feet moving slightly faster. You whipped out your phone to text Manny.

Get. Bread. Please.

There were a few unread messages from Kurt. You knew that avoiding him was immature and would only come back to bite you on the ass when he came home, but the thought of opening them and actually reading them made you feel ill. And he would know when you opened them; he complained whenever you turned your read receipts off. So, you kept them on, to keep the peace, and just avoided opening his messages until you were ready to deal with them.

The bistro came into view, and you saw Manny already sitting at your usual table on the outside terrace. You sat down gingerly next to him and flashed him a weak smile.

“You look terrible,” he said gleefully, pushing a basket of bread and butter your way. You grabbed a small roll and broke it open, inhaling the warm scent.

“I feelterrible,” you told him. “Hangovers don’t suit me.”

Manny laughed ruffled your hair. You groaned loudly, swatting his hand away, which only made him laugh harder.

“Lover, I’ve never seen you in this kind of state before, let me tease you a little,” he said. You flipped him off and ate another roll.

“Is Frankie here yet?” You asked, trying to keep the hope out of your voice. Judging by the look on Manny’s face, you had failed miserably.

“Crushing on the cook, are we?” He waggled his brows.

“No! Of course not!” You said quickly. Liar a tiny voice whispered in your ear. “I was just wondering if he got the right place.”

“Well, wonder no longer, that’s him isn’t it?”

From your spot on the terrace, you could see the familiar figure walking down the shady street to the bistro. Your palms dampened with sweat at the sight of him.

“Francisco!” Manny called, waving him over. Frankie broke into a half jog, raising his arm in a wave. You sunk slightly in your seat, praying that he wouldn’t bring up your conversation with him last night.

“How’s your hangover treating you?” Frankie asked, taking a seat at the table.

“Fucking terribly,” you said, “this is not at all what I was promised last night when I did my fourth shot.” Manny snorted and turned to the waitress who had appeared at your table.

“Good afternoon, dearest Andrea,” Manny said.

“Manny, hun, you know I hate when you use my full name,” Andi, as she preferred to be called, said. You liked Andi, she a couple years younger than you and working her way through a master’s in engineering. “What are we all having today?”

“My usual, please,” Manny said.

“The greasiest thing on the menu for me, I don’t care what it is,” you said. Andy smiled at you in sympathy, knowing the tell-tale signs of a hangover. She then turned to Frankie.

“I don’t believe we’ve had the pleasure of meeting before,” she said, her voice suddenly an octave higher.

“Francisco, or Frankie if you like,” he said. “Can I have the alfredo?”

“Of course, Frankie, anything else I can get for you?”

You and Manny glanced at each other, Manny with his eyebrow slightly raised. You knew Andi was a flirt, you’d seen her flirt with customers dozens of times, but something about this felt different. Personal. You chewed the inside of your lip, hoping your annoyance didn’t show too plainly on your face.

“So, what didyou do last night, lover?” Manny turned to you once Andi left.

“Drank too much,” you said. “Kurt’s out of town and Sara’s in town so I . . . I could go out. And I saw Frankie and his friends out.”

“Are your friends all as gorgeous as you?” Manny asked, turning to Frankie who blushed deeply.

“I wouldn’t say I’m gorgeous,” he mumbled, adjusting his cap slightly. “I’m just average.”

“Gorgeous and humble,” Manny said, “your partner is a lucky person.”

“I’m not- I uh don’t- I’m not with anyone,” it dawned on you that Frankie was terrible at taking compliments.

“Maybe it’s my personal bias, but out of all his friends, Frankie is truly the most attractive of them,” you said. You knew this could lead to something dangerous, but the chance to see Frankie flustered was just too good to miss.

“Yo-you do?” he asked, turning an even deeper shade of red. You nodded seriously.

“Whoever you date in future is going to be very lucky,” Manny said. Then, never one to linger on a topic for too long, Manny took a sip of his water and declared that it was feelings time.

“Feelings time?” Frankie sounded uncertain.

“Well, neither of us can afford therapy, so we use each other as therapists,” Manny explained. “We started it when I was working at Lou’s, and it’s been so long since I’ve had a good feelings time. Of course, you don’t have to participate if you don’t want to, and if you do want, keep it as light or as heavy as your heart tells you. Consent is key.”

Frankie nodded, obviously still unsure of the whole situation. It struck you then how strange you and Manny would seem to an outsider. Andi returned with food for the three of you, placing down the biggest burger you had laid eyes on in front of you.

“Enjoy,” she said with a wink to Frankie. “Come find me personally if you’re not satisfied.”

You could’ve thrown up at the blatant flirting. What made it worse was Frankie seemed to be enjoying it, smiling up at Andi.

“I’ll start,” Manny said, once Andi was gone again. “I’m feeling overwhelmed recently with my new job and the house renovations James and I are undertaking. We had a big fight over fucking tiles last night, and I know we wouldn’t have if I could just be decisive.”

“Does James know how you’re feeling?” You asked. Manny shrugged.

“I don’t know. I’d normally tell him about it in a heartbeat, but he’s been stressed too, and I don’t want to add to it.”

“He’s your husband, right?” Frankie asked and Manny nodded. You glanced at him in surprise. “Husbands should support each other. You usually feel supported by him, right? So why is now any different? His stress is your stress, yours is his. That’s what you signed up for when you got married.”

“Yeah, you shouldn’t be afraid to tell him what’s going on with you,” you said, realising how ironic that was coming from you.

Manny looked thoughtful as he cut into his vegetable stack. “You’ve given me a lot to think about. Now your turn, lover.” You groaned. Feelings time was fine when you were listening to other people, and when the feelings you had weren’t so messy. But you could filter your feelings, and you trusted the two men you sat with.

“Okay,” you took a deep breath. “Okay, I’m feeling like I want to end my relationship. I feel like I’m fucking miserable, but I also feel like I’m trapped. Frankie, you remember that friend I told you about last night? It’s actually me.”

“I know.”

“You know?”

“Yeah, it was pretty obvious, but I didn’t wanna make you uncomfortable by saying that.”

“Oh, my god,” you rubbed your face. “Right. So, like I said, I want to break up with Kurt, but it’s not easy to do.” You waited for one of them to interrupt you, when they didn’t, you went on. “For one, I don’t have enough money to move out. I don’t have much in savings at all because I keep needing to dig into it when he’s short on rent or money for bills or whatever. I don’t love him anymore, I don’t even know if I like him. Also, he said hedkillhimselfifieverleft.”

“Excuse me, he said what?” Manny leant forward, rage curdling his usually placid face. Frankie too, looked furious.

“He said he would kill himself if I ever left,” your voice was small. “I tried, one time, and-and he sent me a video of him tying a noose to a ceiling fan telling me it was my fault he was doing that. So, I went back, because I don’t want his death on my hands.” You realised with growing humiliation that you were crying.

Manny reached across the table and took your hand, holding it gently. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I didn’t want to bother anyone,” you said, “it was my problem to deal with.”

“When does he come back?” Frankie asked quietly.

“Tomorrow,” you said. Manny and Frankie exchanged a look and Manny nodded.

“If you let us,” Manny said carefully, “we’re gonna help you get out. We won’t force you into anything, but we want to help.”

“Wait,” you sat back, confused, “wait. Have you too been conspiring behind my back? How? When?”

“No, not til this morning. I gave Frankie my number when I first met him, in case he had any questions. Then he messaged me this morning, and we got to talking about how we can help you.”

“If you want our help,” Frankie said. Part of you felt like you should’ve been angry, but you couldn’t be. Instead, you were overwhelmed with gratitude, with love. You grabbed a napkin and dabbed at your eyes under your sunglasses.

“I think I want help,” you said finally. You knew you couldn’t do this without help, even though it embarrassed you to admit that. Frankie nodded, satisfied.

“Alright, we need to make a plan.”

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gothighunicorntolerance · 4 years

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Baited

Logan is kidnapped by the Dragon Witch, a notorious super villain.

AO3

Putting his laptop in his bag, Logan stood from behind the librarian’s desk.

“Bye, Logan!” His coworker Patton said. “Have a nice day!” “Goodbye, Patton. You as well,” Logan slung his bag over his shoulder and started walking to where his car was parked, behind the public library where he worked. Stopping to fish his car keys out of his pocket, his thoughts briefly wandered to his boyfriend, Roman, who would probably be finishing up his shift at the restaurant he worked at. When Logan got home to their apartment, they would change and then go out to dinner- they had been planning tonight for a few weeks now, and though Logan wouldn't admit it to anyone except Roman, he was quite honestly very excited.

Right as Logan found his keys after checking all his pockets, he heard footsteps behind him. It was likely Patton, though he new Patton didn’t normally leave until later-

Before he could turn around, a pair of hands clapped over Logan’s mouth, muffling the shriek that escaped his lips.

He struggled, trying to shake off his attacker, but they were too strong. Logan was kicked to the ground from behind, someone still holding him. His head hit the asphalt and his vision became blurry- he was now just dimly aware of his hands being bound together.

He now lay helpless on the ground, his cheek and glasses pressing into the concrete, a knee on his back.

“Get him to the boss,” someone said before a cloth was pressed over his mouth and nose. His vision blackened as hands grabbed him around the waist and started dragging him away from his car, away from tonight’s dinner plans.

Roman sat on the couch, looking at his phone and waiting for Logan’s text that he was heading home. As the hours ticked by, Roman became increasingly worried. If Logan was staying late, wouldn’t he text? It wasn’t like Logan to miss or forget plans, so what was the hold up? He and Logan had been planning this dinner for weeks, and their reservation was in half an hour!

Roman bit his thumb, a nervous habit that Logan was trying to get him to stop, and decided to call his boyfriend. Even though Logan was very strict about his rule that he had his phone on silent while working, surely he would pick up, right?

Roman took a deep breath and pressed the call button. It rang once, twice, and Roman mouthed “please answer, please answer, please answer…”

He answered!

“Logan! Hey, I was getting worried! Are you staying late?”

“If you want to see him again, you’ll come to number 7 Sanders Street. Be there in an hour or he goes. You will not tell anyone you have received this message, and you will come alone.”

The voice that replied wasn’t Logan’s, but it was a familiar one nonetheless.

“You! Dragon Witch! What did you do with him!?” Roman shouted into the phone, already jumping off the couch.

“You’ll have to find out,” she crooned. “Be there. I’m waiting.”

She hung up the phone and Roman let out a grunt of anger. How could he have been so stupid? He should have protected Logan better, he should have never made so many enemies!

Logan blinked his eyes, and for a moment thought he was still asleep. He sat alone in a pitch black room. He tried to stand, but found himself tied to a chair, handcuffs on his ankles and hands, the other end attached to the metal chair. He tried to shout for help, but all that came out was a pathetic “mhph!”, the duct tape digging into his lips.

And to make it truly impossible for him to escape, a rope was wrapped around his torso, tying him to the back of the chair.

Suddenly a ray of light fell on his face as a door opened and someone walked in.

Though he had never seen them in person, he knew exactly who just walked in.

She stepped closer to Logan, dragging a talon across his forehead. When she pulled away, something dripped down the claw- blood.

She smirked and, without warning, ripped off the tape that served as Logan’s gag.

“Dragon Witch,” Logan spat through his stinging, swollen lips.

A grin spread across her face. “Oh, you recognize me! I was sure I had to do some introduction!” “Why am I here?” Logan snarled. “Let me go.”

“Let you go? No, I don’t think I can do that. And as for why you’re here? Well, from what I hear, you’re very smart. So you should be able to figure it out.”

“Wha-” Logan was cut off by her hand covering his mouth- something he was getting very tired of people doing to him.

Another piece of tape covered his mouth, this one much larger than the last, almost covering his ears that he now realized were not supporting his glasses.

The Dragon Witch turned around, her cape flourishing behind her. Before she closed the door and left Logan in the dark, she looked over her shoulder and looked at him. “Oh, and for your sake, I hope you boytoy comes for you.”

As the door locked with a click, suddenly everything came into place.

The odd bruises Roman came back home with. The odd scars Logan saw on Roman’s back. And Logan knew who he was here.

He was bait for The Prince, the superhero who was also his boyfriend.

Roman drove, his heart pounding. The only thing he could think of was Logan- how afraid he must be, how angry Logan would be if he found out that Roman, of all people, was a superhero! Roman had planned on telling Logan, honestly! He just… was afraid of what Logan would say! But now Roman drove to 7 Sanders Street with his only fear being that Logan would be hurt.

He parked the car a block away and climbed up a fire escape. He would enter the building from above, find Logan, and get out, hopefully without confronting her. His cape dragged behind him and his mask was already sweaty from his anxiety for his boyfriend- oh, if he ever saw that damn Dragon Witch, he wouldn’t go easy on her!

Sparks flew out of Roman’s clenched fist, and he took a deep breath. What was Logan always saying?

Be calm, or else things can go wrong. Anger can figuratively cloud your judgement.

Right, Roman had to be calm. “Logan, I’m coming,” he whispered. “Just hang on, my love.”

Roman leapt across buildings, illuminated only by the moonlight, until he was on the roof of number seven. He opened the door that led to the rooftop and began his descent, his only light source a spark of electricity held between his fingers.

He silently trod through the warehouse, looking for any sign that Logan was here.

If he was the Dragon Witch, where would he keep his prisoners? He shuddered to think that Logan was a prisoner, but thought where he would be anyways.

Of course! The most central room at the top story- it would be the most secure room, and surely she would be expecting him to charge in from the front door!

Roman made his way toward the middle, and listened for any signs of struggle.

There- a faint noise behind one of the doors!

Roman closed his hand around the door handle and searched for a sign of life- he was able to find heartbeats after he learned from Logan that every human being gives off a small amount of electricity!

And there it was! A heartbeat!

Roman slowly opened the door, his other hand ready to blast electricity at anyone who wasn’t Logan.

But there, in the center of the room, tied to a metal chair, was Logan, his head slumped to his chest.

Roman rushed in and knelt beside him.

“Lo?” He whispered, touching Logan’s cheek. “Lo, it’s me, please look at me!” Roman said tearfully.

Logan’s eyes fluttered open and then widened in surprise.

“Lo, I’m going to get you out of here. Nod if you understand. Logan nodded.

“Okay. Okay, this is going to hurt a bit. I love you so much,” Roman said, peeling the tape off Logan’s mouth and cringing as he saw the extent of Logan’s injuries: a bloody lip, a black eye, and a cut on his forehead as well as a multitude of bruises on his arms and neck.

“R-Roman, I-”

“Logan, I’m so, so sorry I didn’t tell you sooner-” “It's okay, love. We’re going to talk later,” Logan said hoarsely.

Roman nodded and began untying the rope around Logan’s torso. With the rope gone, Roman saw the next problem. Everything else was metal- the chair, the handcuffs that held Logan down still, and even the floor.

It was as if the room had been designed to keep Roman from using his powers. And, knowing the Dragon Witch, it probably had.

Logan noticed his hesitation, because he said, “Roman, what’s wrong?” Roman could hear the twinge of fear in his voice.

“I- I don’t want to hurt you,” Roman hesitated.

“What can you do?” Roman looked away. “I’ve said too much already, and you probably figured out the rest… but I generate electricity, and- and everything here is metal.”

“Oh.” Was all Logan said. “Well, that explains the static.”

“Logan! I’m going to hurt you if I use my power, and you’re going to get even more hurt if I leave you here!” Roman was close to full tears now- he couldn’t see a good solution!

Logan thought for a minute. “Take my shoes off.” “W-what?” That was not what Roman was expecting to hear.

“Take my shoes off,” Logan repeated. “My socks, too. Then I need to put my feet on the floor, and then any electricity you use will be conducted by the metal and away from me.”

“Okay. Okay, Lo, I swear I am going to get you out of here. I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Roman. Now stop wasting time and do it.”

Roman did as instructed and looked to Logan.

“Don’t tell me when you do it, I need to be relaxed. Now come on, Ro,” Logan closed his eyes as Roman put his hands on the cuffs, ready to spark.

Concentrating on the cuffs, Roman pictured electricity running through the chains to the locking mechanism, forcing the pins to open. And with a click, the locks around Logan’s wrists sprung open.

Logan stood from the chair, though his ankles were still bound.

“One more, Lo,” Roman crouched, putting his hands on the other set of cuffs, and with another click, the cuffs fell off.

“Can you stand?” Roman asked, holding out a hand.

“I think so-“ Logan got to his feet but collapsed with a quiet shriek.

“What’s wrong?”

“My- my knee-“

“That’s okay, I’ll carry you out of here if I have to,” Roman said.

“Ro-” Logan was cut off by a shriek.

“You!” Roman turned around to face the Dragon Witch. “You did this to him!”

Logan, his knee still injured, stumbled back into the chair as he watched the confrontation with a mixture of fear and awe. How could he be so lucky to be in love with someone who was so fearless? Who would face injury or death to protect him?

The Dragon Witch unfurled her leathery black wings as Roman’s hands crackled with electricity.

Roman took a step backwards and put himself in front of Logan, ready to Leo in front of anything aimed at his boyfriend, his love, at the nerdy librarian he was so lucky to have seen that night….

Her wings flapped, a gust of wind blowing Logan’s hair in his eyes. Her taloned fingers began to move in a circle, black mist sprouting from around her.

Then, before Logan could react to the burst of light shooting from the Dragon Witch, he was being thrown over Roman’s shoulder.

Roman sprinted out of the small room, the Dragon Witch right behind them. Roman ran up the stairs the way he had come, but all too late he realized the flaw in his plan.

He wouldn’t be able to jump around the rooftops and carry Logan at the same time.

Logan saw his hesitation, and, as Logan was prone to do, came up with a plan. “Roman. The authorities, while utterly useless, always come to the fights they think are going to cause collateral or infrastructural damage, right?” “Yeah, but I don’t see what that has to do with getting you out of here!” Roman shouted back, still running.

“It means you need to put me down and fight her! Then the police will come and take me to the hospital or something! I’ll say I got in the way of her plan or something, so she took me to this warehouse and then you saved me!”

Roman realized that Logan was right, as he usually was.

“You might get hurt!” Roman had reached the rooftop, the Dragon Witch still thundering after them.

“I know. But that’s a risk we have to take if we want to get out of here,” Logan explained, cupping Roman’s cheek as he was set down by some discarded wooden pallets.

Roman turned to face the witch as she climbed up to meet them.

“Dragon Witch,” Roman said with more anger than Logan had ever heard. “You hurt him. You will pay for this!”

“Will I, now?” She lunged at Roman, the black mist gathering again. A bolt of electricity shot out of Roman’s palm, striking her in the wing. She howled in pain, forcing Logan to clamp his hands over his ears. He watched with a morbid fascination as flurries of blows were exchanged, each landing hits on the other.

Roman’s fist connected with her shoulder while her talons scratched his arm, blood dripping onto the concrete roof. Angling himself into a sitting position behind the pallets, he clenched his jaw as he heard sirens approaching from below.

“Hey! Up here! Help!” Logan shouted, peering over the edge and waving his hands. A firefighter looked up in horror and began to run inside while another started to set up a ladder. The Dragon Witch looked over and let out a yell of fury. As Roman, unaware, readied another bolt, the witch dove in front of Logan just as Roman let the bolt go.

Logan couldn’t move, only seeing it come towards him. The white hot energy crackled through the air as it pummeled toward Logan.

It hit him square in the chest, the electricity spreading out through his arms and legs. The tingling sensation spread until he was numb all over and his eyes closed, but not before seeing Roman’s screaming face.

***

Logan woke in a hospital bed, IV tubes and heart monitors and other medical equipment in and on him.

The first thing he registered was the beeping, and not a moment later a group of nurses came in. The next hour was a blur of activity, of being asked questions like what did he remember (he was on the rooftop, watching the fight), who’s the president (that orange asshole, but not for long!), and who he wanted to see.

The last question was the only one he truly paid attention to.

“Roman,” he said. “I want to see Roman.”

A minute- or perhaps an hour- later, a nurse came in, followed by Roman, red eyed and disheveled looking.

Roman gasped and ran to his side.

“Logan, I-”

“Ro. Roman, I love you so much. C’mere,” Logan put his hand over Roman’s.

“Logan, Logan! I thought I lost you, and I couldn’t live with myself if I had. It would have been my fault, and I love you too much to ever be able to let go. Starshine, I love you so, so much. I love you more than there are stars in the sky.” Roman began crying again, and Logan put a hand on his face to wipe away the tears.

“It’s not your fault, Love. Please don’t blame yourself.”

“But Logan, I hurt you!”

“No, no you didn’t. You saved me, Roman. If you hadn’t come, I would still be tied up in that dark room, and I wouldn’t know where you are. But I’m here with you, and that’s what matters to me. Now stand up and kiss me, you sap.”

Roman knelt over the hospital bed and met Logan’s chapped lips. Never had he been so glad that he was kissing his boyfriend, his Starshine, the love of his life.

And in that moment, Roman resolved that nothing, nothing would ever lay a hand to hurt Logan ever again.

And in that moment, Logan knew that Roman would do anything for him, and he would do anything for Roman.

“I love you so much,” they murmured against each others’ lips.

#logan sanders #roman sanders #logince #thomas sanders #sanders sides #sanders sides fic #logan x roman #tss logan #tss roman #tss fic #tw kidnapping

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violet-knox · 4 years

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Kindness is Overrated

Year 7 - Chapter 63

Summary: You spend Christmas morning with Connor and Severus exchanging gifts.

Word count: 3876

Warnings: A bit of naughty touching

A/N: Wow this update is so long overdue. I should have come back to this story a long time ago, but I at the very least wanted to post a chapter before I started posting my Snape Bang entry. As I mentioned before in a previous ask, I’ll be alternating between writing a chapter for this story and fulfilling my request todo list. I’ll also be posting my Snape Bang soon so stay tuned for that. Writing this chapter, I realized it’ll take me a bit of time to get back into this story and I’m so sad I missed the opportunity to post this chapter on Christmas. There’s even a chapter coming up focused on Severus’ birthday and I know I won’t be able to post that any time soon, but that’s okay. It’ll just be a delayed celebration. I hope you enjoy and I hope my posting rate will increase this year (low key new years resolution?) compared to the last.

Previous Chapter - Chapter 1

Severus was so insistent yesterday on spending the night in his dorm despite the fact you’d done just that every day for the past week. You’d begun to cherish your mornings together and couldn’t imagine any reason why last night would be any different, but you had to admit, waking up today felt nothing like it had this past week. The warmth of Christmas morning enveloped your body as you felt the gentle brush of slow, sensual kisses trailing across your neck and collarbone. It was nothing like the last few mornings you’d spent together, and you understood why Severus was so persistent yesterday, constantly making sure you were planning to sleep beside him.

“Happy Christmas,” you mumble through your sleepy state, your eyes open just enough to catch the light of the morning, your fingers twirling around strands of Severus’ hair as he continued to press his lips to your skin. This holiday was always meant to bring people such joy and year after year you’d see families gathering, friends exchanging gifts, an overall feeling of love and joy passed from one person to the next. But it was never a holiday you’d found yourself caring for. Last year you thought the Yule Ball was your one chance to experience what everyone else felt this time of year, but it wasn’t until this morning that you’d understood why Christmas was such a special holiday.

“Happy Christmas,” Severus whispered into your ear before lightly grazing his teeth against your earlobe, teasing you as he let one of his hands travel up from your hip to your waist, resting against the side of your breast. Pressing his knee between your legs, he moved to press as much of himself to you as he could. With your chest against his, your hands in his hair and his lips finally meeting yours, he felt his heart swelling with such glee. He’d been looking forward to Christmas all year, needing it to be perfect to make up for what he’d done last Christmas. He wanted to please you, to show you how much you meant to him as best he could tonight, starting with the passion he put into your morning kiss.

You blinked away your sleep as you parted, your eyes finally meeting his, your hand slipping from his hair to rest on his jaw. You smiled as you felt yourself floating in bliss, feeling guilty about having to ruin this wonderful morning by telling Severus you’d have to meet Connor for breakfast in the Great Hall. the idea of bringing it up to Severus these past few days had loomed over you, saddening you when you saw how happy he was to be spending so much free time together over the holidays, you didn’t want to ruin it.

“What’s wrong?” Severus saw the burden in your eyes, worried he’d already done something to ruin such an amazing day. He propped himself up on his elbows and peered down at you, studying your face as he waited for an answer.

“It’s nothing-”

“No,” he interrupted you before you could even try and come up with an excuse, anything to explain your sudden shift in mood without upsetting him. “I know that look, something is troubling you. Tell me (Y/N), you know I’m here for anything you need.”

Your lips stretched into the widest of smiles, elated by his words. He’d been so supportive this year, your rock to lean on, someone you knew you could go to with anything and you loved him more for that. It was hard to tell him the truth now, knowing he’d do anything to protect your happiness only to have you turn around and snatch his away from him.

“Okay, don’t get upset but-” you pushed him from over you and sat up against the wall. “I told Connor we would spend Christmas morning with him.”

“(Y/N)!” You could already see his anger bubbling to the surface as he sat opposite to you, his fingers running quickly through his hair like they always had whenever he was stressed. Your heartbeat fastened as you so desperately hoped to salvage the moment, your hand finding his, squeezing it tightly.

“I’m sorry! I know how much you wanted to spend the holidays together, but we couldn’t avoid him forever Sev.” You leaned into him and let one hand slowly rub up and down his bare arm, trying to assure him the day was not lost. “Please don’t be mad at me, it’ll only be a couple of hours.”

Severus took a deep breath before looking up at you, the corner of his lips twitching into a subtle smile. He couldn’t believe you’d asked that of him when he knew very well there was nothing you could do to make him mad at you. Of course he was upset this day wouldn’t be absolutely perfect, but he would never hold it against you, nor would he blame you for wanting to brighten the day of everyone around you with the privilege of your company.

“I promise I’ll make it up to you,” you offered with a sly smile as you crawled out from under the covers and over his lap. You settled atop him, wrapping your arms around his neck, his hands slipping from your legs and over your pants, resting on your waist under the shirt you wore. Pressing your lips to his, you sealed your promise with a kiss, happy to see your morning plans hadn’t ruined his mood.

“We should get dressed,” you whispered as you trailed kisses down his jaw, one hand gripping his hair. You felt his own hands slither to your back and press you against him, lifting your shirt up as they rested between your shoulder blades. You loved the feeling of his skin against yours, especially with the contrast of the cold dungeon air, but you knew if you didn’t get going now, Connor would start to suspect there was something between you and Severus. There were times where you thought telling Connor the truth would make life much easier, but every time you thought of saying something, you could only imagine the abandonment he’d feel knowing two of his friends were dating and you couldn’t do that to him, especially on Christmas day.

“I never thought I’d say this, but I cannot wait to spend our next Christmas away from Hogwarts.” You chuckled, taken back by his words, never thinking you’d see the day that Severus Snape would prefer spending his time away from Hogwarts. Slipping off his lap, you took his hand and smiled knowing you were the reason he was happy enough to find a home outside of Hogwarts. You stood in front of the bed, Severus joining you before he reached into his trunk and handed you your uniform.

You both got dressed, Severus taking his time, knowing now there was absolutely no rush to start the day since he’d be forced to waste hours of it in the company of others. You watched him lean back on the bed when he was done tying his shoes, smiling at you as if you’d just returned from class, ready to call it a night and cuddle with him. Shaking your head, you grasped his hand and pulled him off the bed, dragging him out of the dorm until he finally stopped resisting, trying to enjoy the last few moments he’d get to hold your hand before you both found yourself in the Great Hall.

It wasn’t until you’d stepped through the large doors you realized you’d spent longer than usual in the Slytherin dorm this morning, everyone else already present, seated at the table. Two empty seats stood waiting for you beside Connor and without a second thought, you sat next to him, placing yourself between Severus and Connor. The feast began and you enthralled at the food appearing before you. You’d always loved Christmas at Hogwarts, but nothing could ever compare to this year’s Christmas, the feeling of love, care and acceptance flowing from one side of the table to the next. House rivalry was forgotten, and all sat at the same table as equals.

Severus did his best to engage in conversation with you and Connor. He wanted to see you happy, glad you were smiling all throughout breakfast, but he felt envious. He wanted to be the sole reason for the smile you wore, to be your happiness like you were his. It was selfish of him to think like this, he knew that, but he was at least glad this Christmas was going a lot better than last years. At least with Connor here, Severus was more inclined to keep himself grounded, letting you take the lead instead of jumping the gun like last year. He even felt himself enjoying a conversation with Connor, less resentful towards the fact he was stealing alone time with you until owls interrupted the feast, one landing in front of Connor.

The box it was carrying weighed down the poor creature, struggling to keep itself upright when it finally landed. You offered the owl all the food you could grab and filled your empty goblet with water, hoping it hadn’t travelled too far to deliver whatever it was Connor’s parents had sent him. You were surprised to see Connor push aside the gift as if it wasn’t important, always assuming Christmas would mean a lot more to those with caring families. His attention instead lay on the gifts he pulled from his robes, handing one to you, the other to Severus.

“I suppose now is as good a time as any. Merry Christmas,” he told you both as he handed you your gifts. You smiled in return and reached into your own robes to hand Connor and Severus their gifts. Connor’s face lit up, happily opening the gift you gave him, Severus feeling much less elated than him. His lips stretched into a frown as envy took him over once more. He felt humiliated for being the only one without gifts to give at breakfast and enraged that you and Connor had thought of each other when shopping for Christmas this year. He watched the boy sitting on the other side of you tear apart the wrapping paper you’d so neatly folded over the present, holding out a Herbology starter pack that you’d taken the time to buy for him. He held his breath as Connor thanked you, watching you open his gift to reveal a broomstick polishing kit. He’d been so busy drowning in his own fury, he’d neglected to open his own present, your voice the only thing reminding him of the fact that you’d taken the time to buy and wrap his gift too.

“Sev, open it!” You pushed, unable to take the anticipation any longer. You’d put so much thought into his gift, looked everywhere for the perfect item to give him, you couldn’t wait to see the look on his face when he unwrapped it. Severus’ lips twitched into a smile, his shoulders dropping as he felt himself let go of the resentment he’d felt towards this holiday and very delicately began to reveal your gift to him. “Come on Sev, the new year will arrive before you finish unwrapping it!”

Severus scoffed at your comment, but didn’t let it affect his speed, wanting to cherish this moment as much as he could and salvage every piece of care you’d put into this gift. Finally he pulled back the wrapping and his eyes were met with the most beautiful dragon scale notebooks he’d ever seen, a quill set placed atop them. His nimble fingers hovered over the items feeling completely unworthy to touch them as you smiled with satisfaction. You were overjoyed at his reaction, knowing he would love the delicacy of the items, the rich cover of the two notebooks and the intricate metal casing holding the most stunning quill you’d ever seen.

“(Y/N), this is-” Severus was at a loss for words, wanting so badly to kiss you and spend the rest of the day simply staring at the quill and notebooks you’d bought for him. “They’re remarkable. Thank you.”

You took his hand, smiling in response as he grasped your hand and ran his thumb over your knuckles a moment before letting go. He picked up the quill set and opened it to reveal a beautiful flaming red phoenix feather quill, accompanied by four detachable tips and a self-filling inkwell. He grazed his fingers over the feather, deciding it was too perfect to ever be used. He wanted to keep this quill and the notebooks that came along with it forever, never to be tarnished, never to be ruined. The notebooks were made with the same high-quality craftsmanship as the quill, the spine carefully pressed, the covers beautifully made. They were absolutely perfect and he couldn’t have wished for a better gift.

“Well, now I’m not sure you should open my gift Severus. It’ll never compare to something like that,” Connor gestured to his gift, Severus almost forgetting he had one more present to unwrap.

“I’m sure whatever it is, Severus will appreciate it,” you lied to Connor, knowing full well it didn’t matter what either of you gave him. Severus would cherish any present from you over anything anyone else would give him. That of course didn’t stop your curiosity as you watched Severus tear open Connor’s gift to reveal a small set of potion ingredients.

“Thanks,” Severus mumbled to Connor with as much of a smile as he could muster. The ingredients Connor had given him weren’t cheap and he was thankful for them, but his thoughts still lingered on your gift. He couldn’t take it anymore. He’d entertained the idea of sharing Christmas morning with Connor long enough. He needed to spend the rest of the day with you alone, needing to show his appreciation and hope you’d like his gift half as much as he loved yours. “I think I’ll go drop these off at my dorm.”

Severus wasted no time gathering his belongings and jumping to his feet, his eyes briefly meeting yours as he walked out of the Great Hall. You could barely keep from reacting before you found yourself standing up as well, excusing yourself and thanking Connor one last time. You ran off before he could ask to meet in the evening and left the Great Hall after Severus. You caught up with him as he was making his way to the dungeons, seeing him stare down so intently at your gift in his hands.

“Well, that wasn’t so bad was it?” You chuckled, thinking back to his disappointment when you’d mentioned spending the morning with Connor. You were glad to see Severus making conversation during breakfast and knew your gift would help lift his mood. You could only look forward to whatever the rest of the day had in store for you, ready to properly celebrate Christmas with Severus.

“I suppose not.” Severus pushed his gifts to one hand and held yours with the other. He gave you a soft smile as you walked down the stairs to the dungeons feeling grateful to have you in his life. He couldn’t have been more thankful than he was in this moment, but his growing love for you kept him afraid. He worried over losing you, over ruining things to the point of no return or have someone else take you away from him. He worried over Connor’s intentions and couldn’t help but nitpick on every move he made towards you.

“You know, I think Connor fancies you,” he commented casually, feeling unsettled by his thoughts. He already knew you’d think it was ludicrous and your laugh confirmed just that, but jumping to the worst case scenario in his mind was something he couldn’t help but do. He knew you loved him, he knew what you shared was real, but that didn’t stop him from assuming the worst.

“Why because he’s nice to me?” Your laughter died down, but the absurdity of his comment kept your smile from fading. “Severus, just because a friend is kind to me, doesn’t mean they fancy me.”

He was being paranoid, and you weren’t surprised. Connor hadn’t done anything to warrant these accusations, but Severus didn’t have the best track record with the people he cared about, and you understood his hesitation to trust others. You didn’t expect him to trust Connor or to open up to him when it had taken years for you to reach that point in your relationship with him, but you hoped that he at the very least had faith in you and trusted you to do the right thing if what he claimed was true.

“Don’t be so sure. We started off as friends,” Severus agued, thinking back to how kind you’d been to him when you’d first met. He hadn’t done a thing to deserve your kindness, yet you’d blessed him with it and continued to do so until you became the one person in his life he couldn’t live without. He remembered you standing by his side when everyone else turned against him after the Whomping Willow incident, not even questioning why he was there or what happened. You’d just sat there with him, comforting him while the rest of the school put Potter up on a pedestal. He remembered every kind gesture you’d ever given him, the job he’d received over the summer, the happy memories he’d gotten to build at Cokeworth because of you. He could never repay the happiness you’d given him, and he worried that Connor was now giving you what he couldn’t; a show of appreciation.

“That’s different!” you protested, dismissing his worries, finding them completely ridiculous. “Besides, even if it were true, it wouldn’t matter. You’re the one I want to be with.”

You smiled as you stepped into the Slytherin common room, making your way to the boy’s dorm. Severus immediately walked over to his trunk to put away his gifts, taking special care of your notebooks and quill as you threw yourself on his bed.

“So, where’s my gift?” You leaned back on the bed and looked down at him, smiling in anticipation. You knew Severus would only want to give you your gift in private despite the fact you’d already given him his. Even if you’d told him ahead of time, you knew he wouldn’t want to buy Connor a gift, so you decided it was best to hand him his gift with Connor’s and ambush him for your gift later.

“Gift?” Severus questioned like he had no clue what you were talking about.

“My Christmas gift!” you leaned towards him at the edge of the bed, offended he would dare forget your gift after all the thought you put into his. Your eyes widened as you waited for him to apologize and give you your gift. You weren’t at all materialistic, nor did you care for expensive gifts, but the idea of someone shopping for you, of wrapping a gift with you in mind was something you’d always cherished. You wanted to feel loved and you wanted him to take advantage of one of the only excuses he had to show his love for you.

“I don’t recall agreeing to exchanging gifts this year.” Severus smirked as you pouted, half believing his lies, acting like a child who’d received a chunk of coal for Christmas. He chuckled and gave up his ruse, pulling out a neatly wrapped gift from his trunk. He closed his trunk and walked around the bed to sit beside you before handing you your gift, watching as you smiled. You placed the gift on your lap and took care when unwrapping the paper, just as he did with yours. Severus held onto every moment that passed, watching you intently as your eyes sparkled with wonder, your heart filled with love and your smile proudly displaying your glee for him.

Pulling back the wrapping paper, you revealed a large brown photo album with gold braces on each corner. In the centre was one word, letters partially faded, written in cursive gold lettering: Memories. Inside were three photographs, pinned to the first page. The first was a Muggle picture, a still image of you standing with Severus in the middle of the bookshop on your last day of work. Mr. Davis had insisted on taking the image, knowing you wouldn’t come back to work for him again, but you had no idea Severus had asked for a copy, never seeing him as the type to enjoy photographs. The second was a picture of you flying on your broom, waving as you went in and out of frame. It was your first game as Captain, you knew because of the nervous look on your face, the lack of confidence that you had now. The final image was a polaroid of Severus, one he’d taken himself. You smiled as the figure in the photo waved at you, his eyes filled with love.

“Oh Severus,” you whispered as your fingers traced the border of the last image. “It’s beautiful.”

Severus smiled, delighted with the warmth in your eyes as you stared at his gift. It really wasn’t much of a present, nowhere near as expensive as yours, but when he saw the album in the window of the antique shop he passed by on his way to work over the summer, his mind going back to it all day, he knew he had to buy it for you. He knew that you’d soon start your lives together and he wanted you to keep all your memories of the life you’d build together all in one place.

“Do you really like it?” he whispered back, a small bit of nervousness in his voice. Despite your words, he really wanted to be sure you liked his gift as much as he did yours. You tore your eyes from the album and took your hand in his, smiling from ear to ear.

“I love it,” you assured him, tucking his hair behind his ear with your free hand. You cupped his jaw and watched a look of content wash over his face, the joy of Christmas and the love shared in your gifts enveloping you as you leaned in. Severus returned your motions, pressing his hand against yours as he tilted his head and closed his eyes. Your lips brushed against one another, his soft touch sending sparks jolting through your veins as you kissed.

You set aside the album for now and leaned forward as Severus lay on the bed, accepting what you’d consider your second Christmas gift. He hummed in delight as he pressed you to him, wrapping his arms around you. He couldn’t have asked for a better Christmas and it seemed that all those years of wishing for a holiday where he wouldn’t have to spend it alone was all worth it in the end. He never would have pictured his wishes coming to life in such a simple way, but he was glad they had, and he was glad that they’d all been fulfilled by you.

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#Severus Snape #Severus x reader #Severus Snape x reader #Snape x reader #young Severus Snape #young Snape x reader #my fanfic #my writing #pro Snape #snapedom #female reader

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the-badger-mole · 4 years

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Arranged Marriage AU: Aftermath

Katara had heard it all of her life. She knew that people thought she was overly emotional. It wasn’t untrue; she felt things powerfully. Joys. Sorrows. Love. Hatred. She felt them all in a way that so many people didn’t understand. She considered it a strength. Her emotions powered her bending and lent her stamina far beyond what others could handle. That stamina helped her defeat Azula astoundingly quickly. That stamina was now the only thing that was sustaining her now as she threw every spare ounce of strength into keeping Zuko’s heart beating.

After sparing half a moment to make sure Azula was being handled, Katara had rushed to Zuko’s side, her hands already enveloped in glowing water. Ty Lee and Iroh found her crouched over him protectively. Iroh made the near fatal error of grabbing her shoulder, but managed to talk her into letting the palace physicians carry Zuko inside. Then she brushed past everyone without a word and set back to knitting the burned flesh together. She had done this once before. She could do it again.

(She pushed the thoughts of Spirit Water out of her mind ruthlessly)

There was so much damage to repair. Azula’s bolt had missed directly hitting his heart, but she had done enough. There was bleeding and wounds on organs Katara had only a theoretical knowledge of, but it was still more than the FIre Nation physicians had.

“You have to survive this, okay,” Katara pleaded with Zuko. “You never give up without a fight. I need you to fight now, okay?” Zuko’s unsteady breathing was the only reply.

Just after sunrise on the second day after the Agni Kai, Iroh tried to convince Katara to rest. She shook him off brusquely when he touched her arm.

“You haven’t eaten in two days,” Iroh reminded her. “And you’re using a lot of energy.”

“He’s still hurt,” Katara managed to force out through her clenched teeth.

“He wouldn’t want you to make yourself sick.”

Katara’s hand froze for half a moment before she resumed finding and fixing anything that the lightning had done. Iroh sighed and sat down at the head of the bed. He brushed Zuko’s sweat soaked hair off of his brow.

“He’s breathing easier,” Iroh noted. Katara didn’t say anything. Iroh continued his observation. “You must have done enough to stabilize him.” Katara’s hands paused again.

“Iroh...” she sighed irritably. Iroh placed his hand on her arm and met her eye gently. Katara nearly burst into tears when she saw the worry in his dark rimmed eyes. Fire Lord Iroh, the Dragon of the West, the man who’d had such a strong hand in raising the man she loved, had aged a decade in two days. It wasn’t just concern for Katara; it was fear for Zuko. She could trust the intention behind those eyes.

“A bit of breakfast and a few hours of sleep,” he implored her kindly. “Enough to get your strength up. I’ll be here with him until you get back.” Katara hesitated, looking down at her husband. Zuko’s face wasn’t pinched with pain, and she had stopped the worst of the bleeding, internally and externally. She knew Iroh was right about Zuko being stable enough to leave him for a few hours. She knew she needed rest. She knew that Iroh was just as eager to protect Zuko. But...

But...

If she left him and something happened, she’d never forgive herself. Iroh saw her wavering.

“I’ll have food brought up here,” Iroh said. “Your room is just across the way. I’ll send for you if anything changes.”

Now that she had stopped working, Katara felt the days catch up with her. She realized she had never changed her clothes, and she was still caked in dirt and soot and blood. The lack of rest and food caught up with her suddenly, and she swayed on her feet. Iroh caught her elbows and guided her towards the door. Ty Lee was in the sitting room. Katara barely had time to wonder at that when Iroh motioned for her.

“Please assist the Princess Katara in getting cleaned up,” he said. “I’ll send for food and tea.”

Ty Lee sprang to action, guiding Katara into her room and setting her on the bed. Then she rushed to fill the bathtub, forgoing the normal oils and salts and bubbles in favor of a practical wash. While the faucet ran, she came back for Katara, pulling the crusted clothing off of her unresisting body. It was almost as if Ty Lee had been trained as a lady’s maid. Katara wondered how often Ty Lee had done this for Azula.

The thought made Katara recoil from Ty Lee’s touch.

“Are you okay?” Ty Lee asked, holding her hands up as a shield. “Did I hurt you?” Katara blinked rapidly and nodded. She motioned to her under clothes.

“I can handle this,” she said. Ty Lee took a step back and gave Katara room to finish undressing. She moved forward to help Katara into the tub, but Katara stopped her.

“I’m not an invalid!” She only just kept from snapping. None of this was Ty Lee’s fault, after all. She had tried to help.

The hot water felt good on Katara’s sore muscles, but she didn’t linger. Bending the water around her body and through her hair, Katara cleaned most of the last two days from her skin and was out of the tub just in time for her meal to arrive.

“It isn’t much,” Ty Lee said, uncovering a dish of congee with eggs. “The Fire Lord didn’t think you’d be up to a big meal.” Katara nodded mutely. She didn’t say anything when Ty Lee sat down cautiously across from her with her own meal.

“It’s been a confusing couple of days,” Ty Lee said. “Azula is in the dungeons for now, but the physicians say her mind has gone.” Katara’s jaw clenched. She forced them apart and swallowed another mouthful of congee without acknowledging Ty Lee. If it was a move meant to discourage the other woman from talking, it didn’t work.

“Mai has been arrested, too,” she continued. “Along with her father and uncle. They were...they were supporting Azula’s bid for the throne.” Again, Katara met her with silence. Ty Lee cleared her throat uncomfortably and tried desperately to think of something else to say.

“I hope Zuko wakes soon,” she tried next. “I really do hate seeing you and Fire Lord Iroh so worried. And Zuko has always been such a...” She didn’t really know how to finish that. Katara lifted her eyes to Ty Lee’s. The dark circles beneath them gave Katara a tragic, haunted look, and Ty Lee was reminded powerfully of a heroine of the romance stories she liked so much.

“You should plan a trip,” she suggested impulsively. “A getaway, just you and Zuko. It’ll give you something positive to look forward to when this is over.” Katara reeled back, as if she had been slapped, startling Ty Lee.

“When this is over?” Katara repeated, a sob forced its way out of her throat, and Katara jumped to her feet. Ty Lee shrank into herself apologetically

“Katara, I-”

“Zuko’s hurt!” Katara shouted. “He’s hurt and he won’t wake up, no matter what I’ve tried. There is no when this is over!" Katara’s breath was coming in short, pained gasps. "There's no tomorrow; no next week! There is nothing until I know he's going to be okay!” Katara’s face crumpled and she bit down on her fist to keep the her sobbing under control. Ty Lee moved forward, cautiously and wrapped her arms around Katara.

“I”m sorry,” she murmured. “I’m so, so sorry.” After a moment’s hesitation, Katara slumped into Ty Lee and cried all the tears she had been holding back since Azula struck Zuko down. Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11 , 12 ,13 , 14, 15 , 16

#arranged marriage au #zutara #atla

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illfoandillfie · 5 years

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“#god his fucking arms... #imagine handcuffing him #tying him to the bed and watching his muscles flex as he tried to wriggle out” you genius! Or even knowing that if he really wanted to, he could get out, but he doesn’t use his full strength bc he wants (needs) you to be in control. Maybe even... like biting on the vein a little bit...👀👀👀 (@queenmylovely)

lauren oh my god here i am trying to write soft 70s boyfriend rog and you gotta go and send me absolutely feral for ben…rude…i love you.

anyway here’s a little something. Wrote part of it at like 7 in the morning and then the rest at midnight so I hope it makes sense lmao (under a cut cause its nearly 2k and also smut)

Thehandcuffs had been a gift, intended for you to wear. The pink fluff around themto keep you comfortable while Ben had you locked in position, playing outwhichever evil scheme he’d decided you’d both enjoy most. Your friend, evercheeky, caught one glimpse of Ben’s toned chest and overheard one tipsy joke youmade about being pushed to your knees and decided you’d get some use out ofthem. They weren’t the best handcuffs ever, cheap and flimsy, but they did thejob well enough. Perhaps not the job your friend had been hinting at but howwas she to know Ben was the one who preferred being tied up. One day you’d haveto upgrade, find something a little larger and a little more durable. Ben hadcome close to snapping the chain once or twice and the day was bound to comewhen he’d succeed. Until then though, they’d suffice.

Bencertainly enjoyed them, probably more than you did which was saying somethingconsidering seeing Ben restrained was one of your favourite sights in theworld. It was the vision that swam to the forefront of your mind when you wokeup one morning, Ben’s side of the bed empty and cold. There was a note on yourbedside table explaining he’d gone to the gym and you couldn’t help but thinkyou wouldn’t have to wake up alone if you kept him chained to the bed. It wastempting to stay in the cozy covers and follow the thought to its naturalconclusion, but instead you managed to talk yourself into getting up and goingthrough your morning routine.

Benwalked through the door an hour or so later, wearing a tank top with SunsOut Guns Out emblazoned on the front and a grin at the sight of you. It wasa fitting choice of shirt, his muscles bulging as he pulled you into a hug.

“Morningbabe,” he said, wrapping his arms tightly around you and dropping a kiss toyour shoulder.You squealed as you felt the damp from his sweat stained shirt transfer to yourown, “Benny you’re all sweaty,” you half whined, trying to wriggle free.

“That’swhat happens when you spend all morning lifting weights,” he mumbled into yourneck, squeezing you tighter, “glad you’re up now though. You have any idea howhard it was to drag myself out of bed knowing you were still there in yourskimpy little PJs?”

Youlaughed and pried his fingers from you so you could move back a little, “me andmy skimpy PJs missed you this morning,”

“Didyou now?”

“Bigtime,” you dragged a finger along his shoulder and down his arm, following themuscles that had been worked out that morning.

“Well…‘m here now and…”

“Andwhat Bub?”

“Andif you cuffed me to the bed I wouldn’t be able to leave again,”

“Greatminds think alike,” you said through a grin.

Itdidn’t take long for Ben to strip to his underwear and lie down, arms above hishead, so practiced at getting into position. You straddled his stomach,clicking the cuffs into place.

“AllGood?”

“Mmhmm,”

“Nottoo tight?”

“Onlya little tight, just the normal amount.”

Youdouble checked the slightly too small cuffs were properly secured before youshuffled back, deliberately grinding against his crotch just to hear his sharpbreath.

“Tease,”he muttered when you came to a stop again.

“Ihaven’t even begun to tease, Benny,” you pulled your own shirt off, adding itto the pile of clothes Ben had left in the middle of the floor, leaning down toquickly kiss him before you pushed yourself from his hips and took off the restof your clothes too.

Ben’sfingers twitched as you reclaimed your place on his lap, the chain of thehandcuffs rattling slightly with the movement. You rewarded him by rolling yourhips, feeling the smooth material of his underwear sliding against your folds.

“Fuck,”he said softly, realization of what you were planning dawning on him as youcontinued to grind against him, able to feel him getting harder beneath you.

Itdidn’t take long for you to find the perfect rhythm, the perfect angle, yourclit dragging against his hardened cock over his underwear. Soft whines werefalling from Ben’s lips, his arms tensing and relaxing and tensing againwhenever you varied the pressure with which you pressed down onto him. Your ownbreaths were coming in pants, small moans escaping between them.

“GodI’m close,” Ben suddenly said, squeezing his eyes shut and pressing his headback against the pillow. A vein stuck out in his neck and you shivered at thesight.

Youstopped your movements, “Already? Jesus Benny, for a big strong boy you don’thave much will power do you?”

“Ido,”

“AllI’ve done is hump you and you’re whinging about being close. And I’m nowherenear done with you yet.”

“Y/N,please,”

“Youknow the rules.”

“Iknow,” he panted, trying to calm himself down enough, “I don’t cum until youdo,”

“Good.Now show me you have enough will power to not cum in your pants. I’m going tocount to five and then I’m going to keep going whether you think you’re readyor not. And you’re going to hold it.”

Benjust nodded, eyes still closed as he fought to relax.

Youcounted down out loud, watching Ben closely. His lips moved though no soundcame out, as if he were speaking to himself, and his arms were tense in therestraints. But when you reached one and began to find your rhythm againhe didn’t complain.

“Goodboy,” you purred, leaning down to trail your lips over his chest. A thin sheenof sweat already clung to him, left over from his morning workout as well aswhat you’d been putting him though, salty on your tongue as you dragged yourmouth towards his neck.

“Christ,”he whimpered, voice breaking a little when you sucked at his pulse point,making you laugh.

Slowly,you moved your mouth across to his shoulder. Another love bite, another soft whine.You could feel his muscles move, his arms flexing in the restraints as youfollowed a vein with your tongue. Ben swore, hips bucking up towards you, whenyou sunk your teeth into the skin around the vein, sucking until you were surethere’d be a mark. You pulled back for a second, watching to see if he’d make aproper effort to break loose, whether this would be the day he’d actuallyachieve it. He didn’t and it wasn’t.

“Maybeyou do have some willpower after all,”

“Y-yes,”he stuttered, “why?”

“You’rebeing very good trying so hard not to tug on the cuffs too much. I know youcould get out if you wanted.”

“Idon- don’t want to,”

Yougave him a reprieve, pausing your grinding as you captured his lips in a bruisingkiss. He kissed you back, needily, trying to follow your lips when you brokeaway.

“Howclose are you?”

“S-sofucking close,”

“Thinkyou could hold on a little longer if I was riding you?”

Hisbreath hitched, “Not sure. But I’ll try to hold it, promise.”

“Loveyou,” you whispered against his lips, sinking into another kiss before you backedoff to pull his undies down, a large wet patch decorating the front where you’dbeen rubbing yourself.

Onanother day you might have teased him even longer, made him beg as you wrappedyour hand or your lips around him, but it seemed unfair to keep him waiting. Asit was, he hissed when you did take hold of his cock, lining him up with yourentrance. You paused for a second but he didn’t even have the chance to ask youto hurry up before you were sinking down on him, slowly, letting yourselfadjust. You kissed him as you began to ride him, bracing your hands on hisshoulders to give yourself a little more support and control. He bucked hiships up, pushing his cock deeper and making you gasp against his lips.

“S-sorry,”

Youshook your head, “Do it again,”

Hesmiled and did as you asked, repeating the movement.

“FuckBen,” you panted against his lips, trying to match him thrust for thrust.

Hisbrows were knitted together with the effort of holding back his orgasm, a beadof sweat rolling down the side of his face. You weren’t kissing any longer,though you remained close enough to, rough breaths mingling in the spacebetween, both of you too concerned with your impending orgasm to worry aboutwhat your lips were doing.

“Pleasete-tell me you’re clos-se,” he said, gritting his teeth as he desperately triedto follow your rule.

Youjust nodded, curling your fingers around one of his biceps as you shimmied yourother hand between you, towards your clit. It only took a few firm circlesuntil you were cumming, squeezing his arm and crying out.

“CanI?” he gasped as you rode your orgasm out, tightening around his cock, almostmaking him break.

“Godyes, cum for me Ben,”

Itwas all he needed to hear, letting go before you’d even finished talking.

Yourhand was still on his bicep, fingertips digging into him, and you felt themuscles flex again as he coated your walls, pretty moans dripping from his lipsto be swallowed by you.

Youcollapsed against his chest, small shockwaves still making you twitch as you felthis racing heart and every heavy breath he took.

“Hey,babe?”

“Yeah?”“Can you uncuff me?”

“Shit,yeah, sorry,” you carefully pushed yourself up and let him slip from you,wincing slightly with the sensitivity, once again resting against his stomachwhile you fiddled with the clasps of the cuffs, “does it hurt?”

“No,nothing like that. Just, if you’re going to lie on me like that I’d like to beable to cuddle you back, y’know.”

“Goshyou’re cute,”

“Ihave been told that before,”

Youtook one of his hands before he could wrap them around you, and then the other,checking his wrist for any potential broken skin, but aside from a few smallindents that disappeared as you rubbed the area there were no marks.

“Toldyou it was fine,”

“Iknow, but I wanted to make sure,”

“Nowwho’s the cute one?”

Youlaughed as he did what he’d been wanting to do almost since the moment you’dfirst cuffed him, pulling you down into his arms, “Still you.”

“Agree to disagreethen,” he said softly, loosening his arms just enough to let you shuffle into acomfortable position before he wrapped you up again. His skin felt hot and stickywith sweat, but you didn’t even consider changing position. For one thing, youcouldn’t imagine you were in a much better state, and for another, being heldby him, surrounded by his soft skin and firm muscles, felt too nice. No one cuddledas well as Ben did. You decided that losing him to the gym a few times a weekwas a small price to pay for such a comfort.

#my writing #my blurbs #ben hardy smut #ben hardy x reader #ben hardy imagine #now i'm gonna go to sleep #and hopefully i'll be dreaming of domming benny #because it's what i deserve #whilstyouwalk

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The In-Between Chapter 4

Stranger Things x It Crossover

with some Bill Denbrough x reader

Word Count - 5,710

Warning - cursing (if some people don’t like that kind of stuff)

A/N- ahhh chapter four is here!! so I got a little carried away with this chapter and had to cut it down (this only means that chapter 5 is already partially written so yay). this is a pretty action packed chapter, but I hope you guys like it! we are so close to the Party and the Losers’ Club meeting🤩I’m super excited!! thank you for all the love and support!

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T H E I N - B E T W E E N

Intro The Losers’ Club The Party Prolouge 1 2

3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 Epilogue

As much as it pained the Losers to have to wait another day to save Mike, they knew it would be no use if they went into the whole situation more tired than they already were. So after getting the few hours of sleep that they could and having to go through another dreadful day of school, you could say they were a little impatient by the time there was only a minute of the school day left.

Y/N bounced her knee up and down, her toes being the only thing touching the ground as she violently shook her leg. Her eyes were trained on the clock at the front of the room and she was biting her lip nervously, the only thoughts she could think of being that she wanted nothing more than for the school day to be over.

Bill watched the girl silently from his assigned seat across the class. Back when the teacher had allowed them to sit anywhere, the two had sat side by side. However one pair of girls had ruined it for everyone the day they kept talking during class which meant the teacher could think of nothing more to do than create a seating chart.

Y/N was placed at the front of the room while Bill was in the back, but Bill didn't complain. He would've liked to sit next to the girl, but luckily for him, his spot in the back gave him the perfect side view of the girl's face, allowing him to admire her from afar without her even noticing.

In that moment, his eyes kept flickering between the clock and Y/N who he hesitated on a little bit longer each time. It was only when the bell rang that Bill seemed to snap out of his thoughts and he was quick to get up from his seat and race over to Y/N, grabbing onto her hand and dragging her out of the room as the teens raced to find their friends.

Neither of them had to go to their lockers and it seemed the other Losers didn't either because Beverly, Richie, Eddie, Ben and Stan were already waiting by their bikes when the two made it.

"Finally! You two just couldn't save your make out session for later, could you?" Richie asked causing both teens to simultaneously blush and glare at the boy.

"Shut up, Richie," Y/N muttered as she reluctantly let go of Bill's hand and got onto her bike. "Come on. We can go to my house."

The others nodded and not even fifteen minutes later they were at Y/N's house, locked away in her basement with papers and pencils on a huge table in front of them.

"The portal you guys saw," Y/N began as she took a piece of paper and drew a long line across the middle of it, "it goes to a place called the Upside Down. I know I've mentioned it before, but I don't think I've ever really explained it. One of my past teachers once explained alternate dimensions like this. Think of this line as a tightrope and the tightrope represents our dimension."

Y/N drew a little stick figure on top of the tightrope before saying, "For an acrobat, they can only go backwards or forwards along the rope since the rope is flat. They can't turn upside down or they will fall off."

She then drew a tiny dot on the rope. "This is a flea. Now the flea is different than the acrobat. It can go forwards and backwards, but it can also go up and down meaning that it can get into the other dimension. The portal is like what makes us fleas, allowing us to cross over into this other dimension if that makes sense," Y/N explained.

"I'm confused," Stan muttered. "How does something like that even exist?"

"We don't know. It's just kind of been there and we don't exactly know why it's all decay either," Y/N replied.

"Why do we have to be fleas to go into the Upside Down?" Richie asked gaining everyone's attention. "I don't want to be a fucking flea!"

"What? Richie-" Y/N began as she shook her head.

"I don't want to be a flea, Y/N!" Richie exclaimed while Eddie shook his head at the boy.

Before Richie knew what was happening, Eddie had whacked him on the back of the head. "You idiot, we aren't going to turn into fleas. It's just a metaphor, dumbass," Eddie said with a roll of his eyes.

"Oh," Richie said as his eyes lit up in realization. The others just shook their heads in disbelief.

"So what's the game plan then?" Beverly asked.

"Yeah, how are we going to save Mike? We can't all go to the Upside Down, right? What if the portal closes?" Ben asked although Y/N knew he only asked because he didn't want to be the one to go into the portal.

"That's where my experience with the Upside Down comes into play. Now I've only been in there once, but I know enough to make my way around and stay safe. We don't need everyone going, so I'll just go and have a rope tied to myself so that you guys can pull me back if I yank hard enough," Y/N explained.

"I-I-I'm going w-w-with," Bill declared causing the young girl to look at him with raised eyebrows.

Y/N let out a small laugh before shaking her head as she smiled at the boy, "No, you aren't."

Bill furrowed his eyebrows and frowned. "I-I-I'm going, Y/N," he insisted.

The girl shook her head. "You don't get it. I am the only one who knows what this place is like. I'm not about to bring any of you, especially you, into that place. It's just not happening," Y/N told him.

"I-I-I will be fine b-b-because I'm with y-y-you, but I w-w-will not let y-y-you go in there a-a-alone even if you d-d-do have experience w-w-with this thing," Bill said, crossing his arms as he gave the girl a serious look that told her he wouldn't back down.

Y/N frowned, obviously not pleased with Bill's decision, but nodded. "Fine, but you aren't allowed to leave my side even for a second, got it?" she asked.

Bill smiled and let his arms fall back down to his side. "W-W-Wouldn't want to be a-a-anywhere else," he said. Y/N felt her face heat up at that and she quickly looked away while the others all looked at her in amusement.

"So what do we need to do now?" Eddie asked.

"Well we can't exactly just waltz right into the Well House," Y/N explained. "We're going to need supplies like weapons of any kind, flashlights, masks and rope."

"Lots and lots of rope."

- - -

"I can't believe you're doing this," Eddie muttered, his face pale as he stared at the pulsing goo in front of him that lined the basement wall of the Well House. He looked as if he might puke or pass out. Maybe even both. "That thing looks like an infection just waiting to happen."

"Oh, hush. They'll be fine. It's just decay anyways," Beverly noted from where she was tying the rope around Y/N's waist, remembering what Y/N had said about the Upside Down being a world of decay. She finished tightening the rope before standing back and looking at the girl who grinned at her.

"Be careful and go kick some demogorgon and It ass while you're at it," Beverly told the girl. Y/N smiled and the two girls high fived before Beverly gave her a quick hug just in case something were to happen.

"Remember, we are just trying to figure out what is going on in there and hopefully you guys will find Mike while you're at it. No unnecessary fighting if you can help it," Stan said.

Y/N nodded and the two did a small fist bump before Y/N turned to see Bill talking to Richie, Eddie, and Ben. Her eyes locked with Bill's and she gave him a small nod. "Ready?" she asked.

Bill nodded and pulled his bandana up and over his mouth and nose, a technique Y/N had advised him to use to keep the decay out of his lungs. "Ready," he nodded.

Y/N nodded back and put the bandana over her mouth and nose as well before looking over at Richie, Eddie, and Ben and saluting then. Eddie chuckled and waved to the girls while Ben quickly saluted her back. Richie tried to hide his small smile as he rolled his eyes at the girl, but he couldn't stop himself from smiling at her goofiness and looked to the ground.

Bill lightly grabbed onto Y/N's hand, instantly gaining her attention for a moment. Their eyes locked and he squeezed her hand slightly before she squeezed back. The two then looked before them and took a deep breath before pushing their way through the goo portal, the ropes attached to their waists staying on the other side with the Losers where a huge pile of rope they had managed to find from town laid by their feet.

It took about a minute for the two to break out of the other side of the portal and about fifteen seconds for their eyes to adjust to the sudden darkness around them. Y/N shuddered at the sight before her, the familiar sight of decay in front of her bringing back too many memories.

Bill let out a small gasp, his eyes wide as he looked around and muttered, "What the hell. . ."

Y/N ignored the boy and was quick to flip on her flashlight. "Let's go," she said, her hand still tightly holding onto Bill's as she took a step forward.

She held onto him so tight that Bill thought his hand might break, but he knew she was just afraid and thinking of her many experiences with the world they were in so he held her back just as tight and rubbed a thumb along the top of her hand.

Bill followed at her side and pulled his flashlight out as well as the two began to walk deeper and deeper into the Upside Down. Bill didn't know what to think as he looked around, still shocked at the place that was before him.

They seemed to be in the Well House still, or at least a version of the Well House. Bill had thought the house was already broken down, but this just proved how much worse it could be where half of the building was practically crumbling to ashes while everything was covered in a grayish green decay.

The teens quietly made their way up the stairs of the basement and began to make their way towards the front door, making sure to be quiet enough not to let It or the Demogorgons know they were there.

"We should check outside first. Mike's bike was left outside, so maybe we could find clues," Y/N told him in a whisper and Bill nodded in response.

Luckily the door was already open so all the two had to do was step over some of the broken wood from the door before they were outside. Bill almost gasped louder at the sight of the outside world.

Just like Y/N had said, the scenery around him reminded him of Derry. There were buildings and streets identical to the ones he was used to seeing every day. The only difference was that this landscape was covered in decay and a green and gray tint to everything.

Bill could only stare in shock, so Y/N gently tugged on his hand as she pulled him forward. They couldn't afford to get distracted or separated. Not in a place like this.

The two walked down the front stairs and Y/N dragged Bill over to the same bush that Mike's bike had been in, only the bush was nothing but a bunch of broken twigs while all that was left of a bike was the rusty handles broken in pieces on the ground.

Y/N frowned and bent down to pick a metal piece up. She stood up and studied it for a minute before looking up and around at the scenery in front of her. She was quiet as she looked around, her eyes scanning the area as if she were waiting for something to happen or looking for clues to anything alive having walked through these parts.

Her questioning gaze was soon answered when a small almost screeching noise came from the house behind them. . .the same house they had just walked out of.

Y/N's eyes widened while Bill stilled beside her. "W-W-What was th-th-that?" Bill asked as he looked to the girl beside him confused.

Y/N shook her head and turned to look at the house, but as soon as she heard what sounded like claws scrapping across the ground as something started running through the house, she immediately burst into action.

Her grip tightened on Bill's hand and she bolted, yanking the boy forward as she yelled, "Run!"

All she could hear was her own heart beating in her chest and the cries of a demogorgon as she ran. She knew Bill was yelling at her, possibly trying to figure out what was chasing them and what they were going to do, but she wasn't able to function or process his words so all she heard was a muffled voice yelling from behind her.

Y/N didn't know where she was running as they rushed forward, but she knew that she had to find somewhere to hide, someone where the demogorgon would have trouble finding her. Why she thought the creepy woods was a good idea, she had no idea. But then again, everything in the Upside Down was creepy so how could the woods be any different?

"This way!" Y/N yelled as she pulled Bill into the forest with her. All the trees were bare of leaves, some of them even having branches and twigs broken in odd angles, but there were so many of them bundled together that it was easy for the girl to find them a hiding spot between two large trees towards the middle of the woods.

Y/N had to remind herself to keep her breathing low, that it didn't matter how scared she was. If the demogorgon heard her breathing, then it would be able to find her. It took a second but she finally managed to get her breathing to almost inaudible.

The only problem was Bill who was holding onto her hand with a deathly grip as his other hand held onto his chest. His eyes were looking around frantically and his breathing was almost so rapid that his body shook with every breath.

Y/N frowned sadly before quickly turning her body so that she was in front of the boy. Her hand was quick to go over his mouth, instantly making his breathing ten times quieter. Bill stared at her with wide eyes and she tried to remain calm as she looked at him.

Sweat was dripping down both of their faces and fear was evident in their eyes. Bill shook below her touch and Y/N gave him a sympathetic look before letting go of his hand so that she could brush her hand through his hair, a small gesture she always did when she needed to calm him down.

It seemed to help a little bit and he just blinked and watched her silently as she kept her hand over his mouth. Once she knew he was calm enough for her to look away, Y/N peaked her head out and around the tree so that she could look back in the direction they had just come from.

A snap of a twig had her pulling back and practically launching herself at Bill, the two huddling together as Y/N kept her hand over his mouth and bit her lip to keep herself quiet. Both teens were shaking as they heard the crunching sound of dead twigs and leaves and Bill squeezed his eyes shut before leaning into the girl more, never having felt this scared except for three years ago when they had fought Pennywise.

He hadn't even seen the thing, but it didn't take much for him to realize why Y/N was so freaked out and the sound it made only added to his own fear.

The two were so quiet that the crunching of the leaves and twigs was the only sound that filled the air. So when the sound suddenly paused before starting back up again and growing distant as it did, the two knew they were safe. Y/N waited a moment after the sound had disappeared before pulling away from Bill and looking around the tree.

She let out a small sigh of relief once she saw that the coast was clear and she turned back to Bill before pulling her hand away. Their noses were touching from how close they were, their rapid breaths mingling together as they stared at each other.

"W-W-What was th-th-that?" Bill asked, his eyes frantically searching Y/N's as if they held the answer to his question.

"A demogorgon. Something you do not want to meet," Y/N breathed out. She let her eyes flicker over Bill's face before she looked at him worriedly and used a hand to cup his cheek, her thumb rubbing his skin as he leaned into her touch. "Are you okay?" she asked worriedly.

Bill instantly nodded. "Y-Y-Yeah, I'm okay," he told her before he reached up and brushed a strand of hair that had fallen out of her ponytail behind her ear. "Are you okay?"

He knew how much the Upside Down and the creatures inhabiting it had affected her. There had been countless nights where she had showed up knocking on his window with tears in her eyes and where he had held her in his arms as she cried and shook in his hold from how frightened and upset she was. Bill had never minded much especially since Y/N returned the favor whenever he had nightmares of Georgie and It.

Y/N let out a shaky breath and nodded her head, "Yeah, I'm-"

Her sentence fell on deaf ears as an ear piercing scream filled the air. Y/N instantly tensed while Bill looked at her confused. Y/N ignored the boy as she quickly pulled away, her eyes wide as she looked around. "That scream. . ." She muttered making Bill furrow his eyebrows.

"W-W-What scr-" Bill didn't get to finish because Y/N's wars were suddenly filled with another scream that made her eyes widen.

"It's Mike!" she cried out. "This way!" Before Bill could even get up, the girl had bolted and by the time he was up, she was already gone.

"Sh-Sh-Shit," Bill muttered as he realized him and Y/N were now separated. "Y/N!" he cried out, but there was no response. Knowing there was no way in hell he would be leaving without her, Bill took a deep breath before running in the direction she had went, silently wondering to himself what screaming she had been talking about.

The screaming may have not been real for Bill, but for Y/N it was very real. So real in fact that she didn't even think twice about running off to find Mike. She knew about the horrors that came with the Upside Down so she could only imagine what was happening to him at that moment.

However, it wasn't until she reached a small clearing where Mike was standing with a blank expression on his face that she realized she had been tricked.

"Mike?" Y/N called out, confusion laced in her voice. Upon realizing it was him, she let out a sigh of relief and ran over to the boy, a smile on her face. She reached the boy in a matter of seconds and was quick to wrap her arms around him in a hug. "Thank goodness you are okay! I don't know what I would've done if I-"

The girl fell short as she realized Mike wasn't hugging her back. Confused, Y/N pulled way to see that Mike was staring at her with a blank look on his face, his eyes wide as he just stared at her in silence.

"Mike?" Y/N questioned, a nervous laugh escaping her lips. "Come on. We don't have time for games. We have to get out of here."

Y/N turned to leave but before she could even take a step, Mike's hand was suddenly grabbing onto her wrist before he let out an eerie laugh.

"Oh, but games are so much fun, Y/N," a voice that didn't belong to Mike told her. The girl tensed at that and slowly looked behind her to see that Mike had disappeared and been replaced by It.

The clown grinned at her, his sharp teeth shining as his eyes stared at her. "We can play a game," It suggested while Y/N shook her head and began to pull against It's iron grip. Tears were in her eyes as she struggle, but It didn't seem to notice. "The other kids love my games. You can float too, you know. You'll float too. You'll float too. You'll float too! You'll float too!"

It's voice was so loud that Y/N's ears hurt. Letting out a strangled cry as tears began to stream down her face, the seventeen year old tried deservedly to escape his iron grip. It just laughed and Y/N's eyes widened when the clown's mouth opened up to reveal rows of sharp teeth.

Just when It was about to clamp it's teeth into her arm, Y/N remembered the rope around her waist and yanked on it before using her leg to sweep It out from under his feet.

On the other side of the portal to the Upside Down stood the Losers' Club who were all staring at the portal ahead of them with frowns on their faces. "You think they're okay?" Stan asked quietly, his voice just above a whisper.

As if having heard his voice, the rope that belonged to Y/N suddenly began to move forward faster than any of them had seen. Beverly's eyes widened and she quickly grabbed ahold of the rope, only then realizing that Y/N was tugging against it to signal that she needed them to get her out.

"She's pulling on the rope! Y/N needs help!" Beverly exclaimed, the others' eyes all widening as they hurried over to the girl and began to pull on the rope.

Y/N let out a small sigh of relief as she began to run, the rope pulling back against her not only helping her run faster but also telling her that her friends were trying to help her.

She had lost It a little ways back, but Y/N was no fool and knew that he was not far behind. Stumbling through the woods, Y/N was barely paying attention and accidentally slipped onto the ground.

The girl let out a groan as she sat up, but it was only then that she realized the tugging on the rope had stopped. Y/N furrowed her eyebrows, a small panic rising in her chest as she hesitantly reached out for the rope and began pulling on it. It was as if the rope was as loose as could be and before she knew it, Y/N came face to face with the frayed end of a rope.

The rope, her way back home and the connection to her friends, had been cut.

"No," Y/N muttered as she felt the bubble of panic rising in her chest. "No. No. No. No."

"Y/N, please don't run! We can all be friends down here!" It's voice sang from a little ways away causing the girl to drop the rope in her hand and scramble to her feet.

Y/N didn't know where she was going at this point, the rope not being of any help anymore. Everything in the woods looked the same and the longer she ran through it, the more scared and upset she got. She just knew that she had to get away from It.

She hadn't even realized she was crying before her vision got so blurry that she was literally just stumbling around. Her breathing was heavy as she ran forward, her eyes flickering all around her.

Hadn't she passed that tree a minute ago? Why did everything look so familiar? Wasn't that the place her and Bill had hid from the demogorgon?

Y/N froze at that. Her eyes wide as she realized Bill was no longer with her. When had that happened? She didn't know whether to be relieved since he didn't have to deal with It or scared because she didn't know what was happening to him.

"Bill!" Y/N cried out frantically, tears streaming down her face even more as she suddenly became frightened for Bill's life. "Bill!"

A loud screech from behind her made her jump as she realized both the demogorgons and It were now after her. Knowing she had to find Bill, Y/N took a deep breath before running back into the thicker parts of the woods, making sure to still run away from the creatures that were following her.

"Bill!" Y/N yelled as the branches on the trees scratched her face and pulled at her hair. "Bill!"

She ran through the thick trees for a second longer before she suddenly came stumbling out into a small clearing. No sooner had her feet touched the ground that something came barreling into her side causing her to hit the ground as she let out a scream of terror.

Y/N squeezed her eyes shut as she began to cry, knowing that this was it. A fucking demogorgon had gotten her and she was about to die. She really hoped Bill had found his way out, that he had made it back to the others and that they would work with her friends from Hawkins to kill these motherfuckers.

"Y/N?"

The girl's thoughts were hushed at the sound of her name and she slowly blinked her eyes open to see Bill propped up above her. "B-B-Bill?" she questioned, still leaning back slightly and shaking because she wasn't quite sure if this was actually the boy that had stolen her heart or some sick hallucination caused by the clown.

But then she saw the rope attached to his hip and the concern in his eyes as he gently reached up and cradled her face in disbelief before hugging her tightly. "F-F-Fuck. Don't sc-sc-scare me like th-th-that," he muttered as he held her close to his body, stroking her hair and pressing a kiss to her temple as he did so.

And she knew it was him.

A loud sob left her lips as she clung onto the boy, a feeling of relief washing over her at the fact that he was okay. However, the two didn't get long to comfort each other before a loud almost howl like screech filled the air.

Y/N perked up at that, instantly remembering why she had been running in the first place. "We have to go," she told him before she grabbed onto the rope around his waist and began to yank on it. Within a couple of seconds, the rope was starting to pull Bill up onto his feet and through the woods. Bill was quick to grasp onto Y/N's hand and the two began to run as fast as they possibly could in the direction the rope was pulling them.

It didn't take long for them to exit the woods, the Well House coming back into sight. Y/N silently wondered if the house had been that close all along and if the woods had just been a trick of her mind.

A red flash of lightning came from behind them and Y/N felt the hairs in the back of her neck stand up. She hesitantly looked behind her before gasping at the sight of the Mind Flayer, a creature from the Upside Down that she hadn't seen in two years. She had thought he was dead.

"We got to go!" Y/N exclaimed, pulling Bill along faster towards the house. A howling screech filled the air before it was followed by another one and then another. It didn't take much for Y/N to realize that the Mind Flayer had sent a herd of demodogs after them.

"Shit," she muttered as she pushed Bill into the house, glancing back to see a herd of demodogs and demogorgons running out from the woods they had just come from with the Mind Flayer right behind them.

Bill looked outside as well and his eyes widened before he quickly grabbed Y/N's hand and began to pull her towards the basement. The two could hear the creatures that were hot on their trail and for a second they both even swore they heard the sound of Pennywise laughing from behind them.

But then they saw the flashing portal and didn't even think twice before lunging inside, the two flying through and onto the floor of their world causing the Losers to all jump back in surprise.

"Holy shit! You guys okay?" Beverly asked as she hurried over to help them up, but neither of them made a move to get up. Y/N had started to cry while Bill held her close to his body, his eyes trained on the portal in front of them as if he couldn't believe what had just happened.

"Guys? Why aren't you talking? What's wrong?" Ben asked worriedly.

"Yeah, what the fuck happened in there? And why the hell was Y/N's rope cut?" Richie questioned in anger as he held up the frayed end of the rope that had been on their side.

"What about Mike? Did you see Mike?" Eddie asked.

The questions all came barreling at the two, but neither were able to process just what their friends were asking. Y/N was shaking as she held onto Bill, the boy shakily holding her back as both of them stared at the portal in front of them.

Just then, the lights above the group began to flicker causing everyone to look up confused.

"Oh no."

The Losers all froze and turned to look at Y/N, their faces paling slightly at the look of sheer fright and panic on her face. "What's wrong?" Stan asked, not knowing if he actually wanted to hear the answer.

However, he got his answer sooner than he expected when a slimy looking hand pushed its way through the goo portal on the wall. Before any of them could blink, the face of a demogorgon appeared, it's whole face opening up like a flower to reveal rows of teeth as it screeched at them.

Everyone let out a scream while Richie yelled out, "What the fuck! What the fuck!"

The next few seconds were a blur as everyone scrambled towards the stairs, tripping over each other as they did. The demogorgon chased after them, but somehow the teens were able to be just a step ahead of the creature.

They ran towards the front door and Y/N quickly pushed her friends outside before they all stumbled across the front yard. The demogorgon was right behind them and Y/N pushed her friends across the street only to trip and land just on the other side of the road.

"Y/N!" Bill cried out once he saw that the girl had fallen behind. He went to run back, but it was too late, the demogorgon was already standing above the girl with its mouth opening up even wider if that was even possible. Y/N whimpered and tried to crawl away but the demogorgon's hand was suddenly latching onto her ankle.

But its hold on her disappeared almost as quickly as it had happened. The hold was suddenly ripped away as a car came barreling past the group, the front of it hitting the demogorgon so hard that the creature went flying back.

The Losers all blinked in surprise before looking to the car that had stopped in front of them. Y/N was breathing heavily as she pushed the strands of hair that had fallen from her ponytail out of her face.

Her lungs and ankle were on fire as she looked up at the car and she was shaking out of fright, but she still managed to smile as the window rolled down to reveal that face of Steve Harrington. The boy ran a hand through his hair before glancing down at Y/N who was lying on the ground still.

"L/N, still don't know how to stay out of trouble I see," he mused, the corners of his lips twitching up slightly as he looked at the girl.

Y/N let out a laugh of relief that had the Losers all looking at her with wide eyes, wondering how the hell she was able to laugh after what had just happened.

Then they saw the smile on her face and the way she looked at the boy as if she couldn't believe her eyes and they knew this person was obviously important to her and she was relieved to see him. This all together made them look to the boy confused, wondering just who the hell this guy was.

"Harrington, still don't know how to drive I see."

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suicidalcatz · 5 years

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DOG DAYS ARE OVER : CHAP 7

Pairing : Jake Kiszka x reader

Genre : College AU

Previous parts : Prologue ; Chap 1 ; Chap 2 ; Chap 3 ; Chap 4 ; Chap 5 ; Chap 6

Masterlist : here

AN : You’re so gonna hate me for the ending. And the twins are Taurus just like me so I based some of their personality traits after some knowledge I have of our zodiac sign... I’m writing part 10 atm ! Please feel free to message me or tell me what you thought of this part! I can’t say it enough, thanks for the love and support ! Each week I’m more excited to post the new chapter.

Chapitre 7 : Won't you come over ?

Replying to Jake's texts after what had happened felt wrong, but I couldn't leave him on read. Our relationship was great so far and I couldn't sabotage it for a misunderstanding with Josh. What I could do, on the other hand, was talking to Josh. So I started testing the waters when I met Jake in front of the school the next morning. It was the last day we were giving out flyers. The festival was coming soon and then we were all on Christmas holidays so we had to give as much as we could today. It was exhausting but every minute spent with the brunette was worth of everything else.

- Just ask.

We were both quiet before he spoke out of the blue, leaving me confused. Did I think out loud ?

- I can see there's something bothering you, he said without looking at me. Shoot.

With a defeated sigh, I let myself slouch, taking a break from our activity. Jake did the same, sitting on a step and gesturing for me to join him. Not many people wandered outside at this time of the year, and the stone was so cold under my butt I felt a shiver run down my spine. A few more minutes sitting there and it'll get anesthetized. Jake must've caught it because he gently rubbed my back in a vain attempt to keep me warm. I couldn't feel it through all the layers of clothing I had on my back but it felt good nonetheless. His caring attitude always succeeded in making me feel better.

- Have you heard anything from Josh ?, I asked tentatively.

The boy next to me raised his eyebrows in a knowing way before interrupting his back rubs, taking a pack of cigarettes out of his jacket pocket and politely offering me one. He lit his own when I declined his offer, and took his time blowing the smoke in the air before answering me.

- Not after his lunch extravaganza from yesterday.

The choice of words made me wince a bit. He didn't sound as patient as he had been the day before.

- I don't know what got into him, admitted Jake while admiring the park before us. He wouldn't talk to me when I got in our room after school, so we just kept silent. He can be very stubborn and never explains what upsets him, expecting you to guess. I tend to be the same, so I know it'll pass. Don't you worry about it.

Even if Jake's advice was to let it be, it bothered me too much to just wait for things to become less awkward again. Was it really siblings' rivalry ? I couldn't tell. And as much as I understood and respected Josh's choice of not wanting to adress the issue, it wouldn't solve anything at all. I couldn't possibly just sit here and wait for him to come talk to us. What if he did that with every little things we did that upset him ? We had to talk it out.

It was now my time to admire the scenery in front of us. The peacefulness of it calmed me a bit. When all the students were already lining in front of their classrooms, the quiet melody of the wind brushing the trees' leaves accompanying Jake's soft inhaling sounds put me at ease. The singular smell of tobacco didn't threw me off, in fact it mixed weirdly well with Jake's perfume. There was something very him in that mix. Tobacco, shampoo, incense, and something that I could only describe as his scent. Something I'd love to make a scented candle of. Sometimes, after spending entire hours together, I could smell it on my coat, or hair, and at times like these I'd smile to myself thinking how it'd be nice to sleep on his shirt, to bath on his scent.

- Mama are you listening ?

- I'm sorry, what ?

Daydreaming of him when he was just a few inches near made me embarrassed enough for my cheeks to turn pink and my voice to crack a little. As someone who tended to be lost in his thoughts a good portion of the time he didn't take offense in it and got on his feet, repeating the part I missed.

- I said you must be real popular because half of the flyers were taken by the Illustration Department.

Always the polite one, Jake offered his hand to help me get up and I took it this time, enjoying the light squeeze of his fingers under mine as he got me on my feet.

- Not really. But I manage to get along with everybody, curiously so.

- I don't think that is.

The brunette spoke seriously, stuffing his cold hands in his pockets as he lead the way to the nearest entrance. Can't say I was a fan of cryptic messages but I couldn't bring myself to ask him for precisions either. Truth to be told, deep down I understood the subtle praise but acknowledging it would mean falling for him even deeper than I had already. And it scared me.

Nobody came to what Mandy had baptised The Lunch Club today. And it wasn't because of the overly obvious movie reference but simply because the four of us weren't comfortable enough to eat or even hang out together given the current situation. Josh would probably skip it because he was still upset, and getting together without him just didn't feel right. Of all things it would just prove Josh's point, if I had understood it correctly. And I would lie if I said that eating in the dorms wasn't convenient. It had a lot of advantages. First of all, the heater. Comfort. And actual warm food.

Mandy came back from the workshop just as I was making pasta, already exhausted and looking like she didn't have a proper night of sleep in days.

- Are you alright ?

- I'm so tired you have no idea, I worked all week-end to finish a stupid dress.

Poor girl, she couldn't feel her fingertips and her hands were covered in band aids. She sinked into a chair and I patted her on the back to try and bring her a little bit of comfort while she explained everything that I missed over lunch, keeping me updated. We didn't have much time to talk these last few days since we were so busy working on our assignments, and also because I went home for the week end.

- By the way, she said with a mouthful of pasta, How's Jake ?

The death glare I gave her only made her grin grow wider as she set her plate aside. To be fair maybe I owed her an explanation because she got caught in that extremely awkward Kiszka situation last time and she doesn't even know anything about it. Well, she did know a bit of it but we didn't have time to properly gossip yet.

- Well... We text sometimes and he's... I don't even know how to put it into words dude, he's dreamy.

Mandy motionned for me to give her my phone so she could look at our texts and I did. There wasn't anything private in here anyway, just friends chatting. Sometimes getting cocky. Studying her face and biting my lip, I saw her blinking a few times, opening her mouth in false shock, or whistling.

- Oh my, you guys get along, don't you ?

I shook my head in disbelief.

- We do. But there's nothing that interesting-

- Not yet, she cut me with a raised finger. But I can tell you're going there, just be patient. Or maybe be more daring, you know ? Test the waters.

Of course I took note of that. Mandy didn't seem like it but she was of very good advice (most of the time). And she had way more luck with boys that I did. Hell, she even had luck with girls. Being more daring, noted. Jake himself, without being flirty, liked to tease and wasn't afraid to sound over-confident, so being bold wouldn't do me any harm, I guess. I'll show him that two could play this game. But right now, my mind was set on something else.

- Do you know where I can find Josh ? I'd like to talk to him.

Pausing, Mandy squinted her eyes, thinking hard. Every hint was good to take, the school wasn't as big as most campuses, but there was enough students to form a small town.

- Try asking Jake ? He must know, she shrugged. Last time I met him was this saturday night, he was carrying snacks and wandering around the school in his Pjs. Man he must love those cheese balls.

Although the last sentence was more rhetorical than directed to me, it made a lightbulb lit up in my brain. Without any explanation, I put my plate in the sink, excused myself, grabed a coat, my sketchbook, and stormed out of the dorms. Saying that I was running to my destination was a bit of an overstatement, but walking very fast was an accurate description. My coat was halfway wore and hung loosely around my shoulders, allowing the cold air to caress my neck and make my skin tingle. My hair must've looked like a mess because I had tied it while cooking, and don't even get me started on my panting, lungs frozen and cold sweat running down my spine because I hurried like someone was after me. By the time I got to the vending machine near the cafeteria, there wasn't anything I wanted more than to nap right here right now. But at least, I caught Josh on time.

- We need to talk.

Was it the heavy breathing or the way my back fell completely against the candy dispenser, I didn't know, but the boy jumped, letting go of his change in the process.

- Fuck you scared me ! What the hell are you doing, surprising people like that ?

- Trying to chat with my friend.

I kept my eyes on Josh as he knelt to get his money, studying his back tense and his movements stop. The boy let out an audible sigh before raising his head to me, searching for something into my eyes, probably sincerity. He couldn't hold my gaze more than mere seconds before focusing on his candy again, and a wave of panic started hurtling my body, setting in my stomach, tying it in knots.

- I'm sorry.

It wasn't me speaking, it was Josh. The boy nervously scratched his neck, refusing to look at me.

- I shouldn't have snapped at you, it wasn't fair. It's not about siblings rivalry or anything, you know ?, he murmured while idly twiddling his bag of chips. I guess I was feeling a bit left out, got a little jealous...

His voice was barely audible now, and seeing him looking vulnerable and ashamed to admit the truth had my heart tighten.

- I can't ask of you to tell me when you text my brother, I don't have any right to do that, it's just... It was stupid, I...

- Josh, I interrupted. It's okay. I'm sorry too. We should've included you or tell you. It wasn't fair of us, and I don't want you to feel left out.

My hand found its way on his shoulder, and I felt him relax a little under the comforting touch. Maybe he knew I was being honest, because he gave a small nod and a bashful smile, a look I didn't know I'd see on his face one day. It gave me the courage to keep up my momentum.

- You know what ? Why don't you drop by our dorm after school ? We'll chat and have a drink. Just the three of us.

Mandy wasn't bothered at all my our improvised get together, on the contrary. She loved the guy, in a friendly way. We both did. When I texted her this afternoon in the workshop she got so excited she said she'll buy some beer when she got out of her lecture. Josh and I had exchanged numbers too, so all misunderstanding was clarified now, and receiving both of their overly enthusiastic texts got me in the mood too. By the time the teacher said we could pack up, I was already at the door, jumping out of my shoes and tidying the room as much as I could before Josh's visit. He needed the key to enter our building, so Mandy picked him up while I was putting some music, and both were already very loud by the time I heard them climb the stairs, laughing and exchanging jokes while carrying huge bags of booze.

- Do you know it's an honor for you to get invited to our lair ?, said Mandy as she put the beers in the fridge. You're actually the first person we ask to come over.

- Are you serious ?!, Josh inquired, pretending to be shocked. Ladies, it's an immeasurable pleasure to be your first. I'll be worthy of it, I'll behave, and you'll be so amazed by my charming self that you'll keep asking for more afterwards.

The dirty joke made us snort real loud, and even made my cheeks color, as I yelled his name, outraged by his unabashed and salacious humor, looking very proud of himself. It was something Mandy and I often used to question a few weeks ago, his flirty behaviour. And whereas we thought he was a womanizer at first, it turned out that it was just his usual self. Josh was over confident, much to handle, loud, energetic, witty, kinky, and all over the place, but damn was he right. The boy was a delight to be around. We went from cracking jokes, to confessing shameful sexual anecdotes, to having passionate conversations about the meaning of life, all the while drinking, and it was amazing and fascinating. The more time passed, the more I was sure we were gonna be long time friends, and it filled me with an indescriptible sense of bliss.

- If you’ll excuse me ladies, I have to go to the bathroom, could any of you show me the way ?

Mandy got up to accompany him to the hallway where the public toilets were, and I took the opportunity to clean the mess we made on the kitchen, putting beer cans in a plastic bag and carrying it outside, with the rest of the dorms' trash. Living in the dorms wasn't exactly what you'd call quiet, since everybody invited everybody to stay for the night, have a movie, sex, or booze. What was great, on the other hand, was all the freedom we had. We were all 18 or above, so the school let us be, not being bothered by boys and girls mixing, or what we did in here, only sending a supervisor once in a while to check for any drugs or broken stuff. In times like these... we all were in trouble. Like a shitload of trouble. It happened a few times, of course, but most of it we behaved, only throwing some parties once in a while.

I put the trash in front of the building, then got back inside, gradually hearing their loud voices giggling maniacally the more stairs I climbed. They probably had way more drinks than necessary and didn't even bother closing the door to our room, voices so heavy I could hear them clearly one floor below.

- Come on, you're telling me you girls are single ? Can't believe it.

- Do you really think we have time ?, replied Mandy incredulously. Besides, she's more into long-haired, most-of-the-time-disconnected-from-reality brunettes.

Okay. This wasn't smelling good. I had a really bad feeling about this conversation. I didn't want to believe it, but deep down I just knew where this was going. Adrenaline rushed through me when I heard Josh's confused voice so out of it he didn't understand why Mandy was being so precise, and it was even worse when I couldn't hear them at all. My shaky legs ran, leading up the stairs, nearly tripping over at the last step and turning right to enter the dorm, not even taking the time to close the already ajar door behind me. They weren't in the kitchen. Why weren't they in the kitchen ? I heard noises and a low admirative whistle in the other room, where our shared bedroom was. Oh no, no no no no no no.

- Mama you've got some real talent, said Josh while glaring at something.

Lump in my throat, I took a step forward to see what he was intently staring at, only to discover a huge painted canvas of Jake's face. My heart skipped a beat, my eyes went wide. Mouth agape, I could feel all the color leaving my face, only able to stay frozen in place, watching our guest trace the outlines of his brother's long hair on the canvas with his fingers, admiring every bump of paint, every detail of the portrait I made. Never have I been so ashamed in this moment. All I wanted was to disappear, to go far, far away. There was no way he couldn't recognize his own twin. My brain, in a last attempt to save my dignity, did the only logical think it could think of at the moment. Lie.

- Why, thank you sir, it was a lot of work. Wasn't too pleased about forgetting all my magazine pictures at home, I had to use what was left. Unfortunately, a selfie of Jake. We should avoid telling him, by the way, he'll get too cocky.

It physically hurt, lying like that. First because I was keeping this secret from Josh, and second because it wasn't true. Jake would never be my last choice, ever. And speaking foolishly about him even if he wasn't here made me feel bad. It was bullshit. It wasn't a lot of work, and I didn't have a picture to look at. All of this, I painted it using my memory, only closing my eyes and remembering the glimpses I captured of him, relishing the memories... But even if it felt wrong to lie, I just couldn't tell him the truth. It was fucking creepy, he'd probably freak out or worse, tell Jake about it. Mandy must've realized her mistake because she went very silent and didn't dare contradict me when I gave Josh that false explanation. With a bit of luck, Josh won't even remember it tomorrow.

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cocomoraine · 5 years

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Meet Me At Chernobyl (And At St.Petersburg)

This is the result of me ignoring my studies, then watched a romance film, and got ideas.

Here’s a little drabble, and I’ve got to stop getting fic ideas from everyday things I see, hear, smell, eat, and feel, damn, I need to study. This is a short thing, just a mess of thoughts put up by me, so I may not be posting this to A03, because, yup reasons. Unless, you guys think I should? I also used tons of liberties from the ideas generated by the lovely and amazing people at the discord of hell, so thank you sm guys!

Rating: probably just Gen. Just watch out for some internalized homophobia, and talks about death. Otherwise, it's all romantic movie tropes. Unbeta’ed because this is a spur of the moment reaction. WARNING. IT'S SO EFFING LONG OMG. (3k words, I am at disbelief with my self sometimes)

Here y’all go.

Meet Me At Chernobyl (And At St. Petersburg)

1956 (Moscow)

Valery Legasov turned towards the warm coffee shop, intent on just ordering one black coffee to satisfy the employee, and prevent him from getting kicked out so he can organize his papers in peace.

Kurchatov Institute may want him, but he has to prove himself in order to officially get in. If he will not be able to pass this paper in time, with the correct answers, he might officially ruin his chance to step inside Kurchatov.

Settling in at a table near the window, Valery instantly bent down to finish his work. He didn’t notice the door of the small coffee shop he just found at random open to admit a middle-aged man, wearing a dark coat and gloves, face covered by the hat he is wearing.

Valery is within his own world, that he didn’t notice the newcomer coming towards his table.

A deep voice resounded above him. “I don’t usually deliver other people’s orders, but the coffee is so strong it would be such a waste not to give it to you.”

Valery’s head shot up.

The man, late thirties, has removed his hat, and now holding out a cup of black coffee towards him.

Valery’s jawed dropped. He stammered out excuses. “Oh god, I truly apologize, I have forgotten about that, it just I am so preoccupied with these papers I have to finish so I can…”

“Take the goddamn cup, will you.”

Valery instantly stopped talking, and took it. Placing it at the far end of the table, away from his precious papers. He blushed, refusing to meet the stranger’s eyes.

“I apologize, please, don’t let me be on your way, I just--”

Valery shuffled his papers again. He looked at the man.

“Did I?”

“You at least managed to pay for it before just sitting out here, expecting for the worker himself to serve it to you. You really are taking advantage of the working class--”

“Again, I didn’t mean to.” Valery looked for the man on the register. He waved and raised his voice. “Keep the change!”

The man nodded. The other man in front of him smiled, albeit little.

Valery took a good look at him. Politician. He might be older than me, but he still looks good, for his age.

“It’s rude to stare.”

Valery blushed.

“At least invite me to your table first.”

“What?”

The stranger looked at him, then pretty much seated himself at the table. Valery was shocked.

“Kurchatov?”

Valery was having a whiplash with everything that has happened, he can only nod mutely as an answer to the question.

“Are you a little young to be working there?”

“I am not. I mean, I am not working there, yet.”

“You are trying to get in? Impressive, especially for a man of your age.”

Valery looked at the man. There are no hint of ridicule or judgment in his eyes, only open curiosity and a little bit of awe.

“Shcherbina.”

He extended his hand towards Valery. Valery could only stare at it for a few seconds.

He swallowed. Stop being so rude, Valery. Appreciate this good looking stranger getting to know you.

“Legasov.”

“Tell me your whole name, after I place my order.”

The man stood, but Valery knows he will be back.

***

“How come I already told you mine, but you still haven’t said yours?”

The stranger’s smile fallen off his face. Valery was afraid he might have offended the man, then, he would sentence him to death by a thousand shots he is an apparatchik for god’s sakes, well, by the looks of it, but he spoke.

“Boris. Boris Shcherbina.”

“Well, Boris,” the way his name feels on his lips, “What else do you think we can talk about?”

***

They talked for almost 2 hours, Valery nearly finishing his paper, when Boris stood, take a look at his watch, and smiled ruefully.

“I have to be off. Things would go to shit down there if I stayed out longer, though I deserve it for putting up with a lot of them.”

Valery was writing the final equation, then looked up at him.

“What it is that you do, really?”

Boris smiled.

“You are a smart man, Legasov. You can figure it out. Till next time.”

The man put on his hat, and walked out of the coffee shop.

Valery’s eyes followed him until he disappeared into the streets. He took a look at his own watch. 7 pm.

I was only supposed to be here for just 30 mins.

He never saw Boris again.

1966 (Kurchatov Institute of Atomic Energy)

Valery wanted nothing more but to go home and rest, but his superior said he needed to stay, especially that some Career Party men have made their way to this event, and of course, to make sure they are on the good side of the Party, so that they will provide them the budget they need for future projects, which are all good in Valery’s opinion.

But socializing for a whole night is not made for him.

He was quietly listening to whatever his superior said to the apparatchik I forgot his name already, when someone at his back bumped him, nearly making me spill the vodka into his superior’s clothes.

Luckily, a steady hand braced the movement, avoiding the disaster.

“You need to pay more attention to yourself, Comrade Legasov.”

That voice.

“Comrade Shcherbina?”

“I am flattered you still remembered me.”

Valery ducked his head to avoid the piercing gaze both from his superior and from Boris. He adjusted his glasses.

“Memory served me quite well, despite all the work here at the Institute.”

Boris smiled. One of the apparatchiks engaged in an earlier conversation with Valery’s superior asked, “You two seems to have been acquainted. How did you meet?”

Valery was frozen, he didn’t know how to phrase his chance meeting with this man that has never left his head since last time into a more polite, and something free from insinuations, but luckily for him, Boris took the wheel.

“I just passed by him here at Kurchatov during one of my earlier visits. He does have a reputation here, so clearly, a name you cannot easily displace.”

The warmth emanating from Boris felt like a welcoming gratitude for Valery.

***

“How have you been?”

“Don’t play that game, Boris. It doesn’t suit you.”

They were talking, some semblance of being alone, at the outskirts of the function hall.

“You and all career Party men at least have an idea of almost every project done here at Kurchatov. And we are trying our best to please you all, so the support will keep on coming.”

“Kurchatov has been good to you, Valery, it seems. Looks like a road to directorship not far from here.”

“Nonsense. It will be a long time for such a daunting task.”

They looked at each other, some intensity and unlabeled emotion dancing around their eyes. Was it always been there? Since that chance meeting at a coffee shop?

Valery dropped the gaze first. He can’t do this. Not now. Not here. It’s wrong. His eyes immediately get caught around the golden band in Boris’s left hand. His brain short-circuited.

“I suppose, congratulations are in order?”

Valery sounded hollow even to his own ears. How is this even possible, it cannot be.

Boris followed Valery’s gaze. His face immediately became a mixture of forced happiness, and politeness. “Yes. I’ve married her last June. We’ve been together for almost three years, before tying the knot.”

Three years. Including that time I met you.

“Congratulations, Boris.”

Valery walked away, taking a large gulp of vodka, intent on leaving the institute, and go home, to sort whatever mess of thoughts his brain is concocting on him now.

Valery didn’t see the faraway look Boris gave to him as he watched him walk away.

April 26, 1986

Valery was awoken to the sound of his telephone ringing.

He never knew that his life will never be the same again after that phone call.

“Professor Legasov?”

It cannot be.

“Yes, speaking.”

“Professor Legasov, no time for pleasantries. There has been an accident at Chernobyl.”

1986 (Chernobyl)

They eventually found the time to talk about the two of them, in the middle of a radiation poisoned land, in the middle of both a political and international crisis, in the middle of them arguing, politics versus science, in the middle of sentencing thousands of men to their deaths, in the middle of conspiracies and buried truths, in the middle of a tragedy.

Valery Legasov gave all of the time, energy, knowledge, expertise, his life, to fix Chernobyl. Boris by his side, his rock, his friend, is he stopping there. Being his friend.

Boris Shcherbina gave everything he had, the power, the influence, all the men, equipment, lunar rovers, anything Valery needed. Valery always by his side, the voice of reason, of salvation, his friend, is he stopping there. Being his friend.

Valery has no one he can fully call his friends. Except maybe for Ulana, a woman stronger than him in more ways than one, and Boris. His Boris.

“Valera.”

The moment he called him that, Valery couldn't take it anymore. Whatever thing he held for the man in front of him now, it finally made sense, when he told him they would be dead in five years, he understood.

He noticed, he never saw the gold band in Boris’ left hand since they arrived at Chernobyl.

***

Boris wanted nothing more but to finally put a label to what he feels for the man he met at a random coffee shop in Moscow. But they are now in the middle of a disaster larger than both of them.

It shouldn’t be the place for something called love to bloom.

Yet in the radioactive wasteland Chernobyl has become, the seed was planted. And it grew.

***

Boris and Valery kissed, silently, desperately, tearfully, inside Valery’s room in the hotel. They never asked about the absence of the gold band in Boris’ left hand, or how long did you felt this way?

They never asked questions about it. For they are both afraid of the answers it brings.

***

“To hell with our lives.”

Valery and Boris were brought together by invisible forces. Twice. But now, they were brought together by the system. And now, Boris will lose Valery Legasov through it.

The truth indeed hurts more, it will forever hurt their love and both of them.

***

In the middle of a sunny, abandoned park in Chernobyl’s Exclusion Zone, Valery told Boris that he was the man who mattered the most. Boris tried to fight for whatever they have. To keep this last piece of heaven and goodness he had found. That they both found.

Realism is something Boris should’ve had since being a career Party man. He prided himself for being the voice of reason and realism to Valery ever since the start, but now, he was willing to abandon it all for what he and Valery found. What he and Valery shared. He was willing to throw it all away for them, for this.

But sooner, Boris will discover, in the most painful way as possible, that whatever he was willing to give up for them, Valery also did the same.

Twice the value over.

“Maybe we are just meant to go by one another. Always a passerby. That is what we are. Lovers in passing. Never stayed. Never truly left.”

(St. Petersburg)

The starkness of the snow falling into Valery’s face brings out the cold, but he welcomed it. The cool air around calms him and his nerves.

For the first time in a while, Valery felt calm, his breath sending up smoke into the air. He was watching the snow fall from the sky, then turned to look at his surroundings.

The people around were mostly minimal. They all go on their ways, as if all of them had a destination, unlike him. Valery is mostly here to look around, enjoy the sights, and the weather.

He felt, peace.

He suddenly bumped into a tall man, wearing a dark coat. Just by seeing the back of the man’s head, he knows, ohmygod, it can’t, how?

Boris turned, the initial shock and a little bit of annoyance vanishing in his face the moment their eyes met.

And somehow, despite the snow falling into them, the warmth came back full force, unstoppable.

***

“The city just looks wonderful this time of the year, isn’t it? I find it kind of surprising that not a lot of people are outdoors.” Valery mused aloud. One thing he learned from Boris is that, the man will listen to him no matter what thoughts he voiced out. He may not agree with all of it, but he will listen. No wonder I was so captivated by him even the first time I met him.

“Well, not all people can survive walking around in this cold weather.” Boris smiled, it made his face years younger. The effects and shadows of radiation, gone, from his face. Valery tried to estimate the state of Boris’ health just by looking at him. All the past shadows that bought him and this man down, seemed faded and not present in this time, as they walk around the city.

“It’s not that cold” Valery raised an eyebrow.

Boris turned to him, judging from his eyes, he is also looking straight into Valery, calculating or seeing the changes brought on by radiation to the scientist. But like himself, Boris could find close to nothing.

“It’s snowing, and it looks like it will continue on for a few more hours.” He held his arm out to Valery. It might be cold, but he knows Valera, he would continue on exploring, until all of his curiosities are satiated.

“Shall we?”

Valery held into Boris’ arm. People be damned. Let me have this. Let us have this.

Valery smiled. “It's not that cold, really.”

***

They walked and talked, all those things they can think of, sooner or later, the topic goes to the territory they tried to avoid back then, but now, it seems there is no running away from it.

“Did you ever find peace doing it, Valera?”

Valery smiled, never met Boris’ eyes. “I know they will do their best.”

Boris stopped walking and turned to him. “Valera,”

“What has happened, will stay that way, Borja. The only thing we can do is to go on.”

“Do you still believe we are just meant to be in passing?”

Valery suddenly felt cold, despite walking around the snow-laden city for almost an hour now, he never felt the chill. But now, it's there.

“What happened to her?”

They both know what ‘her’ meant.

Boris looked far into the horizon, the snow, and trees around them. “She stopped loving me the moment she married me. Ironic isn’t it?”

Valery’s face remained impassive.

“She told me it’s because I have changed, since that day I was assigned to the Kremlin. When I came home, after going to a random coffee shop my secretary said to me, just because I wanted to get myself coffee on my own for the first time. I changed that day, and she said I never became the same again. She married me because it was expected of us, and she wanted to protect me. At first, I balked at the idea. But all she wanted at the end of the day was the best for me. We became friends, but sooner, the work just drifted us away. She filed for divorce the day I was sent to Chernobyl.”

“I’m, forgive me, I’m sorry, Borja.”

“Don’t be, at least, now I’ve relieved you of the burden.”

They turned to one another, eyes meeting, the unspoken emotion flowing. “You don’t need to burden yourself, Valera, because this time, we are free, and we have each other.”

“Do you think it would be easy, Borja? That just because she left you, that things would be back to the way they were? We are broken men, we have seen too much, done too much. We will never go back to the way we were once then. Maybe that is the reason why we always just pass each other by, never staying, never truly leaving.”

Boris took one of Valery’s hands. It felt warm, despite the gloves covering it. Warm. Solid. Alive. As it could be.

“There is no such thing as going back to the way we were back then. You said it yourself, Valera, what has happened, will stay that way. The only thing we can do is to go on.”

We are here, and we have this place, we have each other. For me, that is enough. I can only hope that for you, it will be also.”

Valery looked at Boris. Nowhere to hide. Nowhere to go. But there is no other place I would rather be.

He buried his face into the crook of Boris’ neck. We could have this. We could have each other. Maybe it’s more than enough. Maybe, we can be more than passersby this time. Maybe this time, we can both stay and never leave.

“It is, Borja. It is enough.”

***

If you catch my eye across a crowded room

I'll fall into the atmosphere surrounding you

If you pull me close just to disappear

The chances are I'd wait for you a thousand years

If you light the fuse you know that I'll react

If you wrap us in your love just to take it back

You could hurt somebody like that

#valoris #shchergasov #fic ideas #fanfic #drabble #inspired by the movie meet me in st. gallen #but happier ending #hi cocomoraine here how may i help you #cocomoraine writes

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storytime || Part 1

Full Title: storytime: my lover’s an assassin and he tried to kill me!

Pairing(s): Markhyuck, Norenmin, Chenji/Chensung

Genre: ??? Not entirely sure what to call this???

Word Count: 5,000+

Warnings: None

Author Note: so um!! this has been a long time coming!! me and my best friend (weirdandawesome15 on ao3!) have been working on this for about two months and we’re finally ready with the first chapter! also, this chapter does jump around quite a bit so please, please, please pay attention to timestamps and dates!! it starts out in the future and then goes into the actual present of the story!

mark had been kidnapped before, someone snatching him from the grocery store aisle just behind his mom when she had her back turned. that was nothing like this, there was no rope around his wrist and no group of people hiding weapons standing in front of him. then, he had screamed and struggled, but now? he’s calm, if only for the fact that their leader is cute.

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2:16 p.m, 8.13.????, location: ???’s backyard

it was a nice gathering, mark had to admit. he wasn’t exactly sure what they were all there for, but food was involved and mark didn’t like paying absurd amounts of money to feed himself and hyuck, so there they were, surrounded (mostly) by people they knew. mark had taken one of the lawn chairs for himself, hyuck settled on one of his thighs with his feet perched on another lawn chair, with someone mark had never met sitting across from them - but hyuck seemed to know him well, considering the way that he was talking animatedly and without the use of honorifics. of course, they had been introduced to one another, mark and the stranger, but mark was horrible with names and couldn’t remember the stranger’s name to save his soul. so he suffered in silence.

that is, until hyuck mentioned his name and mark tuned back in to their conversation, dragging his eyes away from where renjun had jeno in a headlock to keep him from rushing towards the neighbors’ cat, a fluffy thing with bright green eyes that made eye contact with jeno exactly once, and he now swore he was in love.

but mark won’t let himself linger on that. instead, he focused on the words spilling from hyuck’s lovely lips, and the laugh that followed soon after. “…and we didn’t notice until like, five minutes later. renjun went to hit him or something, and mark threw his hands up real quick to protect his pretty face and we all just kinda looked at him like “what?” and mark was like “oh, yeah, i wasn’t supposed to do that”.” hyuck even imitated the way mark had said it, causing the older to pinch his side in retaliation.

the stranger laughed in response to the story and impression, gesturing for the younger boy to continue on with his story even though mark was sending him a withering glare that could kill. “so then what happened?” he asked, eyes alight as he watched the lovers’ interaction.

“well obviously, our beautiful leader aka moi had to tie him up again because that idiot,” he coughed loudly and pointedly, the sound vaguely coming out like ‘jeno’, “can’t tie a proper knot to save his life.” hyuck scoffs and shakes his head in exasperation, “they may be assassins but they’re actually really dumb, all they can do is panic and be gay for their boyfriends.”

the stranger snickered into his hand, “huh, sounds like a certain someone else that we know, eh, hyuckie?” the aforementioned male just sent the other a blank look.

“look johnny, if they were like me, then they would have been much more fabulous and less…ah… mediocre. maybe they’d actually be good at their job.” hyuck threw back, shifting as though he was gonna lunge for johnny had it not been for mark’s hands suddenly on his hips. while hyuck settled back against mark’s chest, mark was burning johnny’s name into his mind, telling himself not to forget it.

renjun scoffed in reply, his hearing suddenly increasing tenfold at the mention of one of his beloved boyfriends. “listen, lee donghyuck,” his lips curled as he playfully spat out the name of the other, while his grip loosened on jeno and the boy finally broke free, “the world doesn’t have enough room for anymore egos like yours. it’s already the size of mount kilimanjaro.” hyuck looked offended at this, tsking playfully back and muttering something under his breath.

when jaemin traipsed out into the backyard to announce that the sweets were ready, he found chaos outside that he thought he had escaped from in the kitchen. under the watchful eye of johnny, jeno and hyuck were wrestling, jeno shouting something about “renjun’s honor”.

jaemin? he turned tail and retreated back to the kitchen, preferring to deal with the two babies covered in flour over the fully grown adults playing in the yard.

7:34 a.m., 5.28.????, location: unknown

an abandoned warehouse was the home of a very peculiar group, one of whom was a male just surfacing from a drug-induced state of unconsciousness. a groan slipped past his lips as he forced his eyes open, feeling cold metal underneath him and something tied tightly around his wrists and ankles, and strung across his hips and chest. the material chafed when he tried to move - ‘that would be rope’, his mind helpfully supplied. with a quiet curse, he looked around, taking in the unfamiliar setting that he found himself in. “shit, how did i – oh my god, i got kidnapped. they told me i’d never get kidnapped but yet, here i am.” his brain was still muddled from the drug, leading him to not fully process the situation, but as he took in more and more of the cracked walls and abandoned machinery, it began to fully sink in. it took everything in him not to struggle, instead trying to calm himself by taking deep breaths. “it’ll be fine, maybe they’ll just let me go. yeah, that’s it, they’ll just let me go and i’ll never tell anyone and –”

the boy’s ramblings to himself were cut short, as a loud voice boomed around the room. “lee minhyung, aka mark lee. current age is 22, born on august 2nd, 1999. you were born in vancouver, canada, but lived in new york, toronto, and now seoul, having moved here in 2009 due to your parents wanting to relocate and reconnect with their roots. currently, you manage ‘ty track’s cat cafe’ alongside lee taeyong, a seoul native born on july 1st, 1995.”

with the reveal of his own information, the boy - now identified as mark - turned to try and find the source of the voice, but to no avail. the warehouse was mostly shrouded with darkness, little sunlight slipping in through the cracks in the walls and broken windows. as more and more information slipped from the stranger’s mouth, a second shout could be heard. “he works at a cat cafe? why didn’t any of you mention that?” the second voice sounded slightly different than the first, slightly lower pitched and more upset. a thump was heard, followed shortly after by a whiny “ouch!”. “jun, why’d you hit me?” the second voice complained loudly, followed by a deep sigh that was clearly the product of many hours of suffering.

“because you were being a dumbass and ruined the whole plan!” a third voice replied, softer than both of the others. although, it sounded not quite as soft with the irritation that was clearly infused into it.

a fourth voice sighed. “i’ll get the lights.”

after a few quiet moments, there was a ‘whir’ and a ‘click’, then light flooded the room. mark squinted blearily, trying to adjust quickly to the light he was attacked with. he heard footsteps coming closer, and by the time he could see properly, there was a group of five men in front of him, and another walking towards them, hair colors ranging from cabbage green to dark brown to a peachy pink and two with faded orange. judging just by expressions, the first voice had to have come from the mousy brown haired boy with streaks of color run through his bangs. the assumption was also supported by the microphone in his hand, and the terribly unamused face he sported.

‘it looks cute on him.’ a voice whispered in the back of mark’s mind, the part that fell too hard and fast and that should really shut up.

the second voice had to be the darker brown-haired man, who was still pouting and holding the back of his head, where he was presumably hit. he kept sending pitiful glances to the shorter of the two orange haired men, who could only be the third voice. what mark assumed to be the fourth person was the cabbage haired boy, who was heading to the empty spot beside the tallest member of their group. now that mark began to look closer, the men - boys - couldn’t be much older than he was. in fact, they looked as though they were a few years younger. mark’s attention was drawn to the conversation that was being had between the dark brown haired boy, and the shorter orange haired boy - ‘jun, that has to be jun’ mark tells himself.

“–mark works at a cafe, and not just any cafe, a cat cafe! a cat cafe, jun! why wouldn’t you tell me that, of all things?” the dark brown haired boy continued to whine, hands gripping onto ‘jun’s sleeve and shaking it slightly. with a sigh, his hand was removed, but it just latched on once more.

‘jun’ gives up with a resigned look. “because we knew you’d react like this, jen.” there was an indignant huff from ‘jen’, and the pink, cotton candy haired boy moved towards the pair, sneaking his arm around ‘jen’s waist.

“aw junnie, you don’t have to be so mean to him. he has a point, after all.” he jokingly scolded ‘jun’, sending a wink his way as he ran comforting fingers up and down his side. ‘jen’ fake cried into his shoulder, making a show for all to see as he turned into the slightly shorter boy. the group could hear him uttering phrases like “you’re the only one that understands” and “see, this is why you’re my soulmate”, which caused ‘jun’ to roll his eyes at the dramatics. the pink haired boy consoled him, patting his back comfortingly. internally, mark was screaming, “this is ridiculous”, but instead of saying anything, he opted to roll his eyes.

“this is sweet and all, but we’ve got other things to do, ladies.” mark’s attention shifted to the boy with the multicolored highlights, who he assumed to be their leader. he certainly acted the part, his attitude screaming a mixture of “cross me and you’ll die”, but also “bitch i’m fabulous”, the latter making mark scratch his head. mentally, of course, given the fact that his hands were still tied. the deadpan look that highlight boy sent to the members made them stop and freeze, quieting their bickering in a second.

mark would never admit the “hot” that echoed around his brain at that.

highlights boy was perched on top of a large crate or box of some sort, twiddling with the microphone in his hands, but hopped off after he began to speak. he clapped his hands twice, drawing everyone’s attention to him. “i guess we can make our guest,” he glances quickly at mark, “feel a bit more comfortable and introduce ourselves. maybe he’ll talk easier if it’s to acquaintances, and not strangers.” he smirked a little at that, a weird twinkle in his eye startling mark for a second.

they form a half-circle around mark, introducing themselves with an air of boredom. the cabbage haired boy called himself ‘zhong’, and the tall boy next to him was ‘park’. it quickly became apparent that these were aliases when the cotton candy haired boy introduced himself as ‘nana’, then ‘jun’ and ‘jen’, who wondered amongst themselves if they should use their last names as well. ‘jun’ shrugged, and said that they should just stick with what they had already.

after their initial ‘introduction’ of sorts, the air became tense with the weight of the questions held on the members’ tongues. mark’s eyes shifted between the six, never stopping for more than a second on each of their faces - except for one. the chestnut-haired boy with the multi-colored highlights was the only one to keep his identity a secret, not even giving mark an alias or code name. there was something in mark’s head that directly associated the caramel hue of the boy’s skin with the sun, officially dubbing him as ‘sunshine’ in his head. it totally wasn’t because of the images that he held in his head, the thoughts that would never see the light of day, definitely not.

‘park’ meandered forward, squatting down in front of mark so that they were eye level. ‘zhong’ followed behind, placing his hand on the taller boy’s shoulder, either to steady him or to control him.

mark wasn’t sure which it was, and didn’t care to find out.

“so, do you know why you’re here?” ‘park’ asked flatly, draining the emotion from his voice. mark shook his head, replying with a barely heard “no”.

the pink haired boy - ‘nana’, was it? - stepped forward from their circle. “it’s because you’re dangerous, mark.”

with the reveal of that information, mark made a sound in the back of his throat that sounded vaguely dog-like. three of the boys stopped, their pokerfaces nearly falling, and ‘jun’ hit one of the other two. “dude, it sounded just like you!” he laughed, and ‘jen’ hissed a “shut up” in reply. ‘jun’ seemed to shrink away, nodding quickly. ‘jen’ noticed his posture, and wrapped an arm around his waist. ‘sunshine’ huffed, muttering something about “the dumb hets that he was forced to deal with”, causing the others to drop their facade completely and begin arguing amongst themselves. “you can’t just call people dumb hets, haechan! especially not the ga-” ‘zhong’ was stopped in his tracks as ‘sunshine’, now known as ‘haechan’, lunged forward and dropped the green haired boy to the floor, fingers interlocked at his neck.

“And you can’t just go around revealing people’s aliases, ch - zhong!” haechan seemed to stutter over his words, and seemed disgruntled when ‘zhong’ began laughing, ‘haechan’ being pushed around by the force of his laughter.

mark just watched in confusion, fingers twiddling with the knot tied over his wrists. amidst their fighting, none of them heard the soft thump of the rope hitting the floor, and mark found himself unable to move due to shock.

it took a few moments for the room to quiet, but when it did, they could hear a pin drop outside if they tried hard enough. mark caught himself counting the cracks in the ceiling, aimlessly wondering if it was sound enough to not come crashing down on them if they were in there any longer. a sigh drew his attention once more, eyes flickering over individual faces before landing on ‘jun’. ‘park’ and ‘zhong’ had retreated silently, standing to the side of the others, and ‘haechan’ had moved to take their place.

“so, you really don’t know why you’re here?” he asked quietly, watching mark’s face intently. mark shook his head, and ‘haechan’ let a sigh slip past his lips. he moved to squat in front of the tied up boy, then seemed to change his mind as he nearly threw himself down and sat cross-legged instead, settling into his position with a groan. ‘zhong’ made a nearly inaudible comment about ‘haechan’ becoming an old man, said boy turning to send a glare his way that could kill if it was possible. ‘zhong’ didn’t seem phased, laughing quietly behind his hand as soon as ‘haechan’ turned away, but it didn’t take long for ‘park’ to shush him and smack the back of his head, gesturing for him to listen. mark’s eyes immediately focused on ‘haechan’ again, waiting patiently for him to start speaking.

‘haechan’ tried to keep up his angry facade, but a smile slipped onto his face when ‘zhong’ just laughed harder. soon enough, the entire group had dissolved into giggles, following the leader. it was infectious, clearly, since none of them knew what was funny, but yet still laughed their hearts out. ‘jun’ was the only one to stay quiet, a fond smile on his lips as ‘nana’ clutched his sleeve, doubled over due to the force of his laughter. even mark had a small smile on his lips, but he would never admit that it was due to the loud, raucous laughter issuing from ‘haechan’. mark simply watched with something akin to fondness in his expression, but soon realized what was wrong with that. ‘they kidnapped you, you idiot!’ he internally berated himself for letting his guard down, remembering exactly where he had been prior to this.

–

11:32 p.m, 5.27.????, location: ty track’s cat cafe

mark sighed as he took a look at the rest of the paperwork spread out in front of him, covering nearly the entire countertop that he normally served drinks over. taeyong, the manager that was meant to deal with the paperwork, was currently on a vacation, leaving mark to watch over the cafe for a week and a half. with a sigh, he realized that there was no way he was going to finish this tonight, and decided to stow away what he had left for tomorrow. the cafe was empty, the other staff having already left him alone to close. the young male let a yawn escape his lips, stretching a bit, and listening to some of his joints pop in the process. he returned all the leftover papers to taeyong’s office, before beginning to put chairs up and sweep the floor, picking up the little bits of waste that were left behind. one of his coworkers, jungwoo, had already washed all the dishes and things, which just left mark to clean up the main area, wipe down the counter, and then he was free to lock up and leave.

he did just that, checking the clock every few minutes until he was finally free to leave. it wasn’t until a quarter ‘till midnight that he was finally walking to his place, to the tiny apartment he called home. the streets were quiet, small groups of people milling around outside of bars or clubs, but they left mark to his own devices as he answered texts that he got during his shift, assuring his manager, taeyong, that he had closed up shop without a problem and was getting home safe.

the walk wasn’t more than ten minutes, and soon he was entering the code for his door, stepping inside and taking off his shoes before venturing inside. he didn’t even bother to put on his slippers, instead padding upstairs to his bedroom that took up the space of a small loft. he threw himself down onto the bed, only after shimmying out of his work pants and sliding on a pair of shorts instead, toeing off his socks as he tried to get comfortable. he knew he smelled of strong coffee and shots of hazelnut, but couldn’t find it in himself to care as his tired body became one with the bed and he slipped into the strange in between state of not quite unconscious, but not quite conscious, either.

he laid like that for a while, the quiet of the apartment creeping into his bones and leaving him there to stew in his thoughts for a few hours before he could drift off.

–

3:15 a.m, 5.28.????, location: mark’s apartment

a crash broke the silence in the small apartment. six figures crept not so sneakily through the space, the two youngest not even bothering to be quiet in their whispering. one of the eldest turned to them, shushing them with a finger to his lips and narrowed eyes that seemed to spit sparks at them. “park, zhong, we’re never gonna secure the target if you two don’t stop with your shenanigans.” the two youngest glanced at one another, shrugged, and crept away the second their hyungs’ backs were turned. the four left continued their journey, ignoring the crashes and bangs that echoed in the kitchen, praying to all that is holy that their target was a deep sleeper - or better yet, dead to the world.

in addition to that noise, there was a small incessant meowing that emitted from the arms of one of the taller boys. the cat bearer was the next to be reprimanded by the shorter male. “and jen, did you really have to bring the cat?” ‘jen’ snorted in response, leaning into the slightly shorter boy next to him. “nana, please tell him it wasn’t necessary to bring the cat. he has no purpose!” the shortest teen complained again, yanking at the sleeve of the significantly taller figure, identified as ‘nana’. before he could reply, ‘jen’s nose was in the air as he huffed out a “well, at least he has a purpose, unlike you” with a pointed glance at the male. he stomped off, kitten in hand, to go join the two youngest in their kitchen escapade.

“so, nana, are you gonna explain the cat?” the shortest turned to ‘nana’, and gestured towards the kitchen, where they could hear whispers of glee and the purrs of the kitten. ‘nana’ gave him a sheepish look, murmuring something under his breath that the shortest couldn’t hear, the only thing he caught being his nickname and alias, ‘jun’. “oh, none of that ‘but jun’ nonsense, spit it out.” he snapped quietly, tapping his foot impatiently. the only other person in the room with them stared at the two, watching as they tossed words back and forth like a tennis match, his eyes flickering back and forth between the two.

“you gotta believe me, i told him not to bring the cat but he gave me those eyes and you know i can’t resist our boyfriend when he gives me those puppy dog eyes.” ‘nana’ pleaded desperately, trying to escape the scorn that he knew was coming.

instead, ‘jun’ rubbed his temples and heaved a sigh. “alright, but next ti-”

his words were interrupted by a loud crash that shook the floor. ‘jun’ knew that soon the neighbors would be calling the police on them, so he grabbed ‘nana’s wrist and hauled him into the kitchen to find out what the others were doing.

the last male, who still stood in one spot and went unnamed, just rolled his eyes at the commotion. “i could have ended up with any other gay squad, but it just had to be this one.” with one more glance at the kitchen, he began the ascent up the stairs to search for their intended target - lee minhyung, aka mark lee.

–

2:50 a.m, 5.28.????, location: mark’s apartment

mark couldn’t sleep. that was not a rare occurrence, but never before had he tossed and turned so much, only to be avoided by sleep. it was as if his brain couldn’t shut off, too many things running through his mind. “i have to balance the budget and finish those papers and be up by 5 so i’ll be able to get to the cafe at 7 and –”

the thoughts just kept coming, poking and prodding at his consciousness in order to keep him from slipping into a blissful sleep. the 22-year-old rubbed at his eyes and yawned, turning on his side to fumble around in the dark for his phone. he was greeted by the blinding brightness of the screen, which he dimmed quickly as he squinted at the device in his hand.

it took a minute of scrolling through his ‘sleep’ playlist, eyes catching on anything from classic titles like ‘the nutcracker’ by pyotr tchaikovsky, and songs from disney movies. in the end, he decided to shuffle it, listening as the beginning of ‘part of your world’ from ‘the little mermaid’ began to pour from his speaker. then, it was a mission of turning to his other side in order to dig out a book from the pile on his other nightstand, before the lamp was finally flicked on, his glasses were settled on his nose, and he was leaned up against the headboard, hoping to find sleep in the pages of the book.

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3:28 a.m, 5.28.???? , location: mark’s apartment

the unnamed male opened up doors as quietly as he could, peering inside the rooms to see if the target was in any of them. he passed by a storage closet, a bathroom, and a small guest room before finally spotting the soft light that spilled out underneath one of the doors. “of course it would be the last place i check.” he grumbled, heaving a sigh as he padded towards the door as quietly as possible. there was a small click as he loaded a tranquilizer dart into his gun, before pushing the door open with one hand, the other holding the gun with his finger just above the trigger, ready to shoot at a moment’s notice. he had expected the target to be asleep when the door opened, but instead, his eyes met with a panicked pair of brown eyes. “oh, shit.” he swore under his breath, aiming carefully before pressing on the trigger and watching the dart fly through the air as if in slow motion.

the target - mark - let out a small whine when the dart pierced his skin, and he seemed to get sluggish quickly as the two of them made eye contact once more, the unnamed male waiting for the drug to seep into his bloodstream. he was by mark’s side when his grip relaxed, the book falling to the floor and mark almost following it. he, as gently as possible (come on, he’s not a complete monster), slung the unconscious boy over his shoulder and made his way back downstairs and to the kitchen, humming a tune under his breath.

as he turned into the kitchen, the first thing he saw was ‘jun’ sitting in the corner, seeming to have lost control of the chaos. ‘zhong’ was seated on one of the countertops, ‘park’ slipped in between his legs as they had a quiet conversation, eyes darting around occasionally as they talked. ‘jen’ and ‘nana’ were watching the kitten walk around on the island, cooing every time it meowed, even when ‘jen’ had to stop and sneeze. with his free hand, the unknown figure raised his fingers to his mouth and whistled loudly to catch their attention. “it’s time to go back to base, target acquired.”

the rest of the group gaped at him, their shock seeping out as they shot rapidfire questions at him. their voices melded together, into ‘what’s’ and ‘what about our target?’ and ‘i thought we had a mission?’. their leader nodded in response, gesturing to the figure slung over his shoulder. “the job’s already done, target acquired as i said.” he repeated smugly, tucking the dart gun back into the waistband of his pants as he spoke. there was more clamoring and questions, but the one thing that stood out to the leader was the “aw, i wanted to shoot him!” accompanied with a pout, that came from ‘park’.

they all glanced at the youngest member, and he just shrugged nonchalantly. “what? i’ve never gotten to use it on a mission before.”

“that’s because you’re the baby!” ‘zhong’ cooed as he pinched the youngest’s cheeks, laughing all the while.

their leader gestured for them to follow him out of the room, the noise of ‘park’s retaliation following them. “yah, i’m only two months younger than you, hyung!” ‘zhong’ just laughed in response, curling up against his taller boyfriend as they walked. despite his pout and clear disdain for being called the baby, ‘park’ wrapped an arm around his shoulders and pulled the elder closer.

however, after laying mark in the back of their van and leaving the two maknaes to watch over him, they realized that their leader was not taking them to their main base. “we’re going to the investigation station!” ‘nana’ cheered, as their leader turned down a familiar road that started the journey to the abandoned warehouse that they used for questioning.

“you guys better not mess this up like last time.” their still unnamed leader spoke, barely glancing at them through the rearview mirror before his gaze was fixed back on the road, catching a glimpse of ‘zhong’ and ‘park’s faux innocent faces.

“but hyung,” the second youngest whined, “it wasn’t all our fault last time! how were we supposed to know that those cans of spray paint still had paint in them?” ‘park’ nodded along, backing up his words.

their leader arched his brow at that, sceptically looking at the two in the mirror once more. “oh so you guys just happened to spray paint on us and the target, but it’s not your fault at all, right?”

“he made us do it.” the maknaes pointed accusingly at ‘jen’ who looked offended, quickly sputtering out a reply in order to clear his name, but ‘nana’ cut in quickly with an accusing look focused on his boyfriend that quickly morphed to an innocent one as he threw ‘jen’ under the bus in order to lessen the impact it would have on the maknaes.

“but jen, i swear i overheard you saying something about a bet and –” a soft slap echoed in the van, the culprit being ‘jen’s hand landing over ‘nana’s mouth, muffling the words that the other still tried to form. the rest of the van’s occupants stared at him and ‘nana’ expectantly, but ‘jen’ just laughed nervously in response.

after whispering something inaudible into ‘nana’s ear, ‘jen’ turned to face the rest. “okay, so maybe i did something i shouldn’t have, but the past is the past, man! forgive and forget, you know?” he did his best to plead with the others. the only ones to give in were his boyfriends, one falling victim to his infamous puppy eyes and the other having been threatened into silence.

soon enough, the van was filled with complaints, ‘jen’, ‘zhong’, and ‘park’ arguing amongst themselves while ‘jun’ and ‘nana’ mediated. their leader just sighed in mild annoyance and moderate despair, sending up a quick prayer to whichever deity was willing to listen to him (he really wasn’t picky) to not give him strength, but to give him the patience it would take to endure the rest of the ride. if one of the deities gave him strength…bad things would happen, and somebody would likely end up hurt. more than likely one of the maknaes, but that was besides the point. he turned on the radio quietly, just loud enough that he could focus on it and not on the bickering in the back.

if he hadn’t, he might’ve combusted on the spot and who knows what would have happened to the rest – he knew for sure that it would end in jail time for murder on his part, if they didn’t stop arguing. that would be ironic, he thought, considering the fact that he was an assassin. his thoughts trailed off into other careers that he might possibly be able to take up, that would allow him to never see the annoying group in the back ever again.

he made a mental note to look when they went back to headquarters.

#nct fic #nct dream fic #markhyuck #chenji #norenmin #chensung #mark lee #lee donghyuck #zhong chenle #park jisung #lee jeno #huang renjun #na jaemin #nct dream #nct

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justbtsstuffsforfun · 5 years

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Harder than it Looks

Pairing : Taehyung x Jin

WC: 6,240

Warnings: Mentions of rape.

A/N: Forgive me for my pathetic title. And I’m nervous.

“Where is Jin-hyung?” Taehyung asked, scanning the crowd. Having been promised that the latter would come and pick him up, it was only natural for him to ask about his missing boyfriend.

“Hyung is…a bit busy.” Yoongi replied, maintaining the stability in his voice while answering Taehyung. He’s definitely not gonna let this poor cub know about the hyung’s condition.

“Then let’s go to his filming site! We can go and surprise him!!” Taehyung clapped in excitement. No way was he going to miss the surprised look on the older man’s face.

“No. Tae-tae needs rest. Carry gramps Yoongi back to the car.”

“Hyung, I’m the one that needs rest and- Hey!” Taehyung fake-exclaimed, seeing his hyung climb on to his back. Damn, it’s been too long since he felt this excited to carry Yoongi again.

“Hyung cut some slack for this 31-year old kid!” Taehyung pouted, adjusting his backpack and the sloth-like Yoongi. “And what about my mask? People might recognize me.”

“Mask? You look like a caveman with that thick beard. No one would even imag-“

“OH, MY GODS! THAT’S KIM TAEHYUNG!” a petite woman screamed in excitement.

“AHHH!! TAEHYUNGIE WITH A BEARD!! AHH!!!” another joined.

“YOONGI OPPA LOOKS LIKE A KITTEN!!” the third one started bawling her eyes out in astonishment.

“And this is why I should never listen to Hoseok. Run towards my car in that corner!” Yoongi face palmed himself and hid his face on Taehyung’s shoulder.

“L-leave meee, I have to gooo. Tae babe’s waiting.” Jin slurred, chugging in another mug of beer. “He’ll see me and break up immediately. I’m so ugly, fat, blond, no muscle, blah blah blah.”

“Hyung, I get the fact that you’re worried but seriously, why would you call yourself ugly and fat when you’re neither?” Joon asked, pulling the older away from the kitchen counter. “And for God’s sake, what has got you so upset huh?”

“Tae baby will run away from me.”

“No, he won’t. In fact, he’ll run towards you. No stop drinkin-”

Clang! There goes one of Jin’s favorite plates. Namjoon quickly pulled the light-weighted man to the couch.

“Hyung, please don’t break your favorite stuff one by one. You’ll end up regretting.”

“Tae-baby will break my heart.”

“WILL YOU STOP WITH TAE BABY? It’s cringy hyung!”

“I waaant beer. Gimme a kiss. Come here.”

“And I’m not your Tae-baby hyung!” Joon smacks Jin’s head in frustration. “Stay here for a while. I’ll make a call and-“

“DON’T CALL TAE-“

“WILL YOU STOP!” Namjoon literally blew up, confusing Jin. “Stay here Jin-hyung, I’m calling Yoongi-hyung”

“Okay.”

Namjoon quickly walked to the corner of the room, dialing Yoongi’s number. It’s been quite long since the two of them saw Seokjin so drunk and wasted.

It had all started when Jin’s drama director had personally contacted Namjoon in the bakery that afternoon.

“What! Jin didn’t show up for 3 days?!” Namjoon almost crushed the macaroons on hearing the news. “That’s strange. He always returns missed calls and messages.”

“Really? Is he sick? He hasn’t picked up any of my phone calls!” the director asked, a bit confused. Jin quickly became people’s favorite actor after his debut drama.

“Really?! Gosh, I’ll check up on him today.”

And, as Jungkook’s and Jimin’s train was arriving in 20 mins (Hoseok’s going to get them), Namjoon had no choice but to pull the busy Yoongi-hyung along with him.

And Yoongi thought his idea-less -day couldn’t get worse.

The smell of alcohol and beer welcomed them as soon as they opened his apartment door. And right on the floor was Jin, with god-knows-which-mug and the third empty bottle.

“What in the world?” Namjoon exclaimed which also, somehow, brought Jin back to planet earth.

“Pick up Taeehyungie,” Jin called out, searching for his car keys on the floor.

“On it. Take care, Namjoon.”

And that’s how Namjoon was left alone with poor, depressed Jin.

“Hyung! Please come fast. Jin needs help and pep talk.” Namjoon quickly took a glance at Jin, who had now made himself comfortable on the couch.

“Yah, his baby is dozing off right next to me. Don’t be so loud!” Yoongi whisper-barked on the phone. “I’ll drop him and come.”

“Jooon,” Jin called out. He was staring at Namjoon with his blood-shot eyes, pleading for the younger man’s presence beside him.

“What is it hyung?” Namjoon quickly cut the phone and rushed beside the dark-haired man.

“I’m sorry.”

“Finally back to your senses huh?” Joon gave a small smile, letting his hyung know that the apology has been accepted.

“I wanted to drink so that I could sleep.”

“I know. At least pick up your director’s calls man. Don’t scare us like this.”

“Hmm.”

“What’s troubling you so much hyung?”

“What if Taehyung leaves me?”

“Why would he?” Yoongi asked, locking the main door. “He was practically nagging me to take him to the shooting site. He wanted to surprise you.”

“But guys, wh-what happens after that? You know how much Tae wanted me to wait? I-I literally betrayed him!” Jin choked towards the end of his sentence.

“Drinking isn’t going to change the result hyung. You should talk to him about it.”

“I’m scared. I don’t want him crying his eyes out like before.”

“Hyung, our Taehyungie has matured a lot since debut days.” Yoongi tossed him the painkillers and the bottle of water. “So stop overthinking and trust that guy. He loves you a lot.”

“Anyways…we have to leave now,” Namjoon replied, after reading the message. “PD-nim wants us there. We’ll finally have a meeting tomorrow with the seven of us.” The two of them put on their standard hoodies and black masks. “Try to make it, please?”

“Yeah. I’ll try. And guys?”

“Yeah?” the two of them turned in unison.

“Promise me you’ll be with Taehyung no matter what happens.”

“Hyung shut the fuck up,” Yoongi answered back. “The 5 of us will support your ugly asses no matter how hard things get. We are supporting now too, aren’t we?”

“Just go sleep peacefully hyung. Tomorrow might surprise you.” Namjoon smiled, slowly closing the door.

“Yeah, surprise,” Seokjin repeated those words loudly in his now empty room. And within an hour, the brightly lit, alcohol smelling flat turned pitch black, with a figure walking out of the building, praying no one notices his absence.

“Jungkook-ah, you seriously have to watch Jin-hyung drama! Like damn, the way he acts as the waiter is so priceless; any girl would fall for him!” Jimin jumped like a happy dog in excitement. Jungkook, on the other hand, was busy doing his push-ups.

“Don’t forget about guys, Jimin.” Hoseok reminded the latter while tying his shoelace. “You know, Jeong Jaehyun was so damn ready to ask out Jin after watching the first episode! God, you should’ve seen hyung’s face he was-“

“WHERE THE FUCK IS KIM SEOKJIN!” a loud, deep voice interrupted Hosek’s chirpy, happy tone.

“Chill Taehyung, do you miss him-Holy shit!” Looking at Taehyung disheveled condition, Jimin immediately ran towards him, almost tripping over his own shoes he had thrown across the floor.

“What happened?” Hoseok followed Jimin, quickly wrapping his hands over the messy guy.

Taehyung pursed his lips, trying really hard not to shed a single tear on this special day. They were finally spending time together after 5 long years and here he was in his pajamas and sleep-deprived, swollen eyes, ready to ruin the mood of the studio.

“N-nothing.” Taehyung replied, putting on his best fake smile.

“Yeah sure. Hyung, you would never come to the studios in pajamas if it was nothing.” Jungkook pointed the obvious out in a matter-of-fact tone.

“Taehyung-ah, tell us. I’ll bash Jin-hyung for you.” Hoseok moved on to hold Taehyung’s hands that were miserably bitten and sore.

“Hyung, J-Jin hyung-” Not being able to speak another word, he thrust his phone onto Jimin’s hand and ran to the washroom.

“Hyung, wait,” Jungkook called out and followed the older man to comfort him.

“Seriously guys, it’s been 5 years since the 7 of us met and you guys are al-“Yoongi abruptly stopped, almost pouring a bit of his Americano on his white sneakers. “Why are you guys gaping at me like you’re seeing my soul?”

“H-hyung, read this.” Jimin quickly handed him the phone, unable to digest the messages on the screen.

Nothing made sense to Kim Taehyung. Tears were streaming down his eyes. His lips were constantly quivering. In addition to his beautiful condition, he had successfully managed to ruin their reunion, even before it could start. And to add up to all this, Jin never showed up.

Namjoon and Yoongi were sitting; gaping at each other, wondering the exact reason why Jin was drinking last night. That’s when they realized that they’d been perfectly fooled by their hyung really act.

“Tae…we’re so so sorry.” Namjoon patted him on the head, which slowly turned to soft strokes. Tae didn’t know how to react. Well, it would be safe to say that he really couldn’t process anything after reading the message.

Taehyungie, I’m sorry but I’ve lost interest in you. Since I love myself a tad bit more than how much I love you, I’m breaking up with you.

Please don’t follow or search for me as you would be wasting your precious time and energy. Also, please don’t waste time sending messages or trying to convince me to get back with you, since my feelings for you have become insignificant.

Do take care of your health and mind. Health is really important for a beautiful looking man like you.

I wish you the best of luck for your future goals and achievements. Do not message back. I won’t reply to any of your messages.

Take care of the members. Make sure they take care of you.

“So does this mean he’s going to leave Bangtan too?” Jungkook asked, his voice completely depressed and upset.

“He didn’t tell us anything about it last night.” Namjoon quietly told them. He and Yoongi then recalled the entire scene in front of the men. How their oldest hyung was a mess. How he kept calling Taehyung’s name over and over, fearing that he would break up with Jin.

After 10 mins of dead silence in that room, Taehyung asked “Hobi hyung, can we check his house and workplace. Please? I would really like to wish him good luck. I know he h-hates me b-but I just…” Tears don’t seem to stop falling from the young man’s eyes. He had never really expected or imagined that his Jin would one day forget about all those memories they had made together. Didn’t the bracelet mean anything? Were they supposed to end like this, with the world thinking that they were fan service all along?

“Hyung, let me join you too. I don’t know what happened to Jin-hyung but he made me stay. Now it’s my turn to do the same.” Kook sniffed.

“Kookie, I know you have your reasons sweetheart but Tae-tae should be the one to talk and settle things with hyung.” Jimin held his hand, to stop the maknae from getting up. Namjoon nodded in agreement.

“Okay then. Taehyung, get changed. You can’t walk to his office like this.” Hoseok got up from the floor and walked out of the room, to get changed and screw Jin for one last time.

“Manager-nim, I would be taking leave for a month.”

“Seokjin! First, you don’t return my calls for 3 days straight and now you want a holiday? Is your success getting to your head?”

“No hyung, it’s just…you know there has been a lot going right? There are a few people who aren’t really happy about me coming out!”

Director Sooshim pushed his specs over his nose bridge. Jin did have a point there. Even though he was pretty supportive of this newbie star, many people in the office itself had trouble accepting him for who he was. People still have a long way to go, unfortunately.

“Fine Jin-ah, I’ll give you. But, the moment you returned back, I will make full use of your presence. You’ll have to take up more than 4 roles in different dramas.”

“Aish, you and PD-nim never go easy on me.” Jin smiled at their similarity. “Fine. As long as it benefits me, I’m cool.”

“Good. See you in a month then!”

Jin quickly put on his mask and walked out of the room. Now, the only thing that remained was getting a ticket to Gwacheon.

He decided to take a short visit to his room on his way back to pick up something. Something that might be of no use for him from now on. A necessity to memory, he mused.

He wanted to show Taehyung his newly renovated room. It was bright blue, just the way he would like it to be. In the far corner, towards the window were the plants they had bought together. It was almost time for the lilies to bloom. Tae might tear up looking at them.

But right now, none of it mattered.

Jin slowly walked up to his desk. For one last time, he opened the left-middle drawer. There it was, his favorite pic with the man of his life, right at the heart of Paris.

He could literally feel that sick feeling rushing up his throat. That crazy feeling which he had been trying to subdue since last night once he broke up with Taehyung. Jin slowly moved his shaky hands over the picture. He did look exceptionally young, more like 22 when he stood beside Tae.

“I guess that’s how Taehyung makes everyone feel. Young and confident.” Jin chuckled, slowly kicking out the pain within him. He definitely should get out of Seoul, before his feelings take over. Taehyung has to be safe. That’s all.

Just before Jin could throw away all his memories (BTS pics), someone quickly rapped on the main door.

“Come in I’m-“ Jin froze as he saw who it was.

“Oops, did I walk in at the wrong time?” the woman smirked, casually playing with her hair. Jin quickly averted his gaze from her. The last thing he wanted to do was get into another situation.

“Aren’t you going to reply Seokjin?”

“Walk out of the room. I don’t even want-”

“To look at me.” She completed his sentence, smiling to herself. She walked towards Jin, pushing the latter back, till his back made contact with the wall. Jin could feel his legs trembling.

“Of course. Truth is always harder to accept, Jin” She pouted scanning all the photos on the table. “You are a huge disgrace now. Bangtan would be better without your ugly ass.”

Jin didn’t lookup. He knew she was right. Especially after that happened.

“Wow, you agree. Sluts remain sluts forever I guess.”

“Get the fuck out of here, Soojin,” Jin replied in a shaky voice, his anger at its peak. He’s had enough to deal with this week. All thanks to this pastel yellow-dress woman standing in front of him.

“Lol. Your ugly secret is safe with me. Farewell Actor Kim. Walk out of the this place as fast as you can!” She took off, satisfied that the man had been scarred for the rest of his life.

As soon as the woman left, Jin collapsed onto the floor. For the first time in 33 years, he put his head down in shame, disgust, and fear, praying that none of this affects the other 6, especially Taehyung.

“I guess this is our last resort.” Hoseok looked up at the tall glass building, which looked exceptionally posh with the 3 pm sun rays falling on it. He turned towards his left, to make sure that the younger man was still holding on.

Taehyung didn’t bother much this time. He had completely lost all hope. He was never going to find Jin. Period. All their moments together were insignificant to him. Jin, that bratty asshole only loved himself. Taehyung was never a permanent part of his life. And neither was Bangtan.

“Hyung, how could he simply throw all of us out of his life without a second thought? I thought we were a…family.” Taehyung quietly asked, not bothering to turn towards Hobi’s direction.

“I know. It’s tearing me apart too Taehyungie” Hoseok took hold of Taehyung’s hand. Upon holding, he noticed that the bracelet was still there. Taehyung was still subconsciously hoping for Jin to return. For all this to be a sick nightmare.

“That’s why we’re here aren’t we? To bring back Jin-hyung!” Hobi’s answer somehow managed to get Tae’s attention. “Taehyung-ah, you know how stupid our hyung can be right? What if he was just pranking? Maybe he’s just testing you. And us.”

Taehyung immediately raised his head at that possibility. A slow, unsure smile started showing up. “If that’s the case, Hobi hyung, let’s kick that ass right in the balls.”

The interior of that building turned out to be even more posh-looking. The crazy chandeliers, white lights, huge ass lobby gave the entire place a more royal look. Taehyung made a mental note to tease Jin with this. Provided they find him and bring him back.

Right on their way to the third floor, the two of them spotted director Sooshim.

“Director!” Taehyung called out, taking quick, long steps to catch up with him. Hobi followed, a bit relieved, finding a known face.

“Taehyung, Hoseok! What a pleasure!” Sooshim quickly bowed. “Is everything alright? The two of you seem to be in-“

“Where’s Jin?” Taehyung quickly cut in, annoying the older man. Noticing the annoyance in his face, Hoseok covered up. “ Sorry hyung, we haven’t really met him these past few days. Taehyung here is just worried.”

“You too?” Sooshim’s face relaxed. “Jin didn’t tell you anything too? Aish that boy.”

“Did you see him hyung?” Taehyung asked, the concerned boyfriend-look plastered all over his face.

“Yes. He has decided to go on a month’s leave. You know, till things settle down.”

“What things?”

“Taehyung, you don’t read the news or what?” Hoseok asked, turning towards him. “Jin came out. People now know that he’s bisexual.”

Taehyung was stunned. Annoyed and stunned, to be more precise. That fool…didn’t they discuss that they would come out together? Like a perfect kiss in front of their fans, something romantic like that?

“When did this happen?” Tae huffed.

“A month back.”

“WHAT?!” Jin definitely didn’t really care about him.

“Yeah… and many people still have problems with it. So he said he would like to take a break till things settle down. Poor boy.”

“Where is his room?” Taehyung asked, his voice taking a dejected low.

“Turn right from here on the sixth floor. You’ll see a bright blue room that screams Jin.” Sooshim laughed.

Well, let’s be honest right here. The two of them never, ever expected all these actors to be their fans. As soon as they reached the sixth floor, a huge crowd blocked their path to Jin’s room. And 80% of the crowd was going crazy over Taehyung’s beard.

After 5 mins of pushing and pulling, Taehyung openly shouted: “Do any of you know where Jin’s room is?”

On hearing Jin’s name, the entire crowd went silent. All of them were staring at each other, in confusion and fear, baffling the two men in the process.

“You guys don’t know Jin?” Hoseok asked looking around to see people’s reaction.

“Who wouldn’t“, someone from the far corner replied. It happened to belong to a mid-forties guy with dirty blond hair. “Come this way.” He gestured them to follow him.

“Why did everyone stop at Jin’s name?” Taehyung asked the man, as soon as they had turned towards the right to the empty corridor.

“Well, …we did have this party where your man became the star. And showed his true colors.” The stranger replied, turning towards them.

“That definitely sounds like our hyung” Hoseok nodded in agreement.

“I know right! His skin was so soft and perfect!”

Taehyung froze at that spot. “Perfect what?”

“Skin. It was so soft and gorgeous. All those bites we added on to it made it look more beautiful. In addition to that, gah, his moans and pleas! That soft, drugged voice of his that was calling for someone to help him could seriously-”

Taehyung didn’t hesitate to punch that man right in his face. In fury, he smashed the guy’s head into the nearby vase. “You sick bastard! How dare you touch him?”

“What else do you expect us to do to sluts like him that can sleep with both guys and girls huh?” the man replied, wincing in pain.

“Call his boyfriend a slut again, I’ll fucking make sure that your ugly dick goes out of use” Hoseok replied ramming his foot on the man’s dick.

“How many more people were there that night? Answer me you bastard!” Taehyung growled pulling that man up by the collar.

“Tw-twelve. Ahh…T-the entire floor was sent a video of it. It hurts, let me go, please.”

“Huh? Let you go? D-didn’t he plead t-the same way that night?” Tears were threatening to fall from Taehyung’s eyes. “And how d-dare you take a video of what you’ve done, you asshole. Who started this entire shit?”

The man gave a blank stare. He knew the consequences. But did he have a choice? The two men standing in front of him were ready to rip him to shreds. Especially that bearded guy.

“Are you gonna tell us?” Hoseok asked cracking his knuckles. “Or would you like us to get it out of you through the hard way. I recommend you not to worry much about the consequences. Either way, the 6 of us will make sure you and all the other bastards rot in jail.”

“Tell me, or else” Taehyung tightened his grip over that man’s neck.

“S-Soojin. It was Soojin.” The man’s face hardened. “She said bisexual assholes like him can take advantage of both men and women. So she and I decided to teach him where he belonged. Now you can see the type of slut he is.”

“Slut?” Taehyung spat out. “You assholes rape him, drug him, bite him and then call him a slut?”

“He walked in the next day like nothing bothered him! He was perfectly enjoying it!”

“You Bastard! You fucking bastard. He wasn’t enjoying it. Nobody enjoys sick things like that. He walked in keeping in mind that he had to finish his part as an actor! That’s how he is! Work and profession is always his first priority!”

“Why don’t you try this on your wife huh? I bet she would have-”

“Taehyung enough!” Hoseok glared. “Don’t bring his wife and children into this. I know you’ ve-“

“Why not? How dare he touch my Jin-hyung!” Taehyung fought back. “H-he did n-nothing hyung. Why does he have to suffer? Why do we have to suffer because of random dumb-fucks who can’t control their shitty desires?”

“This is not the way you handle a situation Taehyung!” Hoseok raised his volume. He knew the younger man’s anger. Forget that, He himself wanted to break all this man’s bones. But, judging the condition and position they had reached as a team, doing something irrational would make them look bad.

“Taehyung-ah, take my car and find Seokjin. I’ll handle the rest, calling the other members.” He tossed his car keys on the latter’s hand. “Go find him before he does something stupid!”

“Yuck! All trains to Gwacheon are full!” Jin kicked the small pebble out of the cliff in frustration. Even the sun’s beautiful orange glow didn’t seem to make things right today. Watching the sunset from a high place has always brought happiness. No matter how miserable or sad his days were.

“Why can’t you make me feel better today, you stupid sun?” Jin screamed out loud, not expecting anyone to come and witness his actions. “Gah! Why does it have to be like this?! If things didn’t turn out this way, I-I could’ve brought him here! He would be so happy you know?”

“Who would?”

“My boy-” Jin immediately turned to find the owner of the voice. Taehyung was leaning on the trunk of the cherry tree, giving his regular smirk. Jin had to bite his tongue to prevent himself from giggling looking at the young man. That asshole actually grew a beard?

“I told you not to come in search of me.” Jin stiffened, which gave him an indifferent look.

“I do what I want. And how can you assume that I was searching for you? Aren’t you a bit too eager to see me?”

Yes, yes he was. Jin could literally feel his heart clutch looking at the man stand so far away from him. 10 feet becomes a great deal when you don’t touch your love for two years.

“Fine, I’ll leave then. If that’s what you want.” Jin took his backpack in such a hurry that all the photos stuffed within it fell off. God, things were getting out of hand.

“I thought you didn’t want anything more with any of us.” Taehyung smiled, slowly picking up their Paris picture. ”And yet you still have this-“

“Give that back” Jin snatched the pic from his hand, trying his best not to show his fear.

“But it’s mine too hyung. You’re mine too.”

“No-“ Jin flinched when Taehyung’s hand accidentally brushed over his. Jin’s face turned pale, partially in fear and shock at his sudden reflex. “N-Nonono. Shit, I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to- Shit, why did this happen?” Tears broke out of Jin’s eyes. Never in this goddamn world had he expected himself to flinch at his hands. How could he fear the hands he was supposed to feel safe at.

“D-Don’t touch someone as disgusting as me Taehyung-ah, please. I-I don’t even like myself anymore.” Jin sobbed, completely losing whatever control he had. “I-I want to rip every part of my body, every inch of it. D-don’t come near me! Please! Th-they would do the same to you.”

“No one would touch me Jin-ah. And you’re not disgusting. You’ll never be disgusting in my eyes.” Taehyung slowly moved his hands towards Jin’s hair. Seeing no reaction from the latter, he gently stroked it, trying to bring the older man at ease.

“Don’t cry sweetheart, it hurts to see you cry like this.”

“Y-you don’t u-understand!” Seokjin choked.”They-“

“Shh” Taehyung pulled the older man’s head towards his shoulder. He didn’t even realize that tears were falling from his eyes. “I know baby, I made sure those bastards got what they deserved. Especially Soojin.”

“I’m sorry Tae. I’m so so sorry that you have to touch a slut-“

“NO!” Taehyung snapped. “Don’t you dare call yourself that. My boyfriend is not a slut. My angel will never be a slut.”

Boyfriend…yes. Hearing that word, another set of unexplainable emotions engulfed Jin. Realization dawned upon him. He almost threw away the most important part of his life, probably the only part that would help ease the pain and embarrassment.

Taehyung could feel Seokjin’s tears soak his shirt once again. All that pain and grief he had experienced, was now being let out on his shoulder. And he couldn’t do a single thing to make him feel better.

“I broke up with you.” Jin told in between his hiccups.

“And now we’re back together.” Taehyung kissed his head.

After silently remaining in each other’s presence for 10 mins, Jin lifted his head up. “Taehyung-ah, Thank you.” He kissed off Taehyung’s tears, making the younger smile at his improvement. “For accepting me. I would never admit it but, the fear of not being able to see you anymore almost killed me.”

“Well…don’t break up like an ass then. Talk to us.” Taehyung smacked his hyung head, in the name of knocking some sense into him.

“By the way, can I try putting my hand over you? It’s been so long and I just can’t resist myself. I promise I’ll be gentle hyung. Pl-”

Well, let’s just say that Jin had been feeling the same way. Taehyung moaned in pleasure as Jin’s plump, swollen lips crashed onto his. And literally kicked out the word ‘gentle’ from the latter’s dictionary. Although soft, Taehyung’s lips now fought to take control. He slowly bit back on the older man’s lips, creating an entrance for his tongue to explore.

“Tae,” the older man moaned, tightening his grip over Taehyung’s shoulders.

“You’ll be safe,” Taehyung replied, gently caressing Jin’s chin with his empty hand. He then slowly moved down, tickling Seokjin’s neck with his soft pecks, making sure not to leave a single mark on his soft skin. “Hyung is so beautiful. So soft.”

“Gosh, I missed you.” Jin laughed, giving him a quick peck on his cheeks.

“Me too.” Taehyung hummed, resting his head on Jin’s shoulders.

“Hyung?”

“Hmm?”

“Do you feel better?”

“Yeah. Really better. And safe.” He slowly wrapped his arms around Tae’s muscular body.

“I love you Taehyung.”

“Love you too, hyung.”

“And I think the five of us here need an explanation for your extremely rational act,” Yoongi called out, a few meters away from the two lovebirds.

“Don’t you dare apologize Jin-hyung” Jungkook ordered him, rubbing his puffy eyes. Jimin and Hoseok were literally throwing daggers at him with their gaze. And Namjoon looked defeated, probably tired of explaining the situation their oldest was in.

Jin heaved a heavy sigh, his hands quickly grabbing Taehyung’s. “Stay here with me okay?” he mumbled tightening his grip over the younger’s hand. Taehyung gave a small nod, resting his hand on Jin’s shoulder.

“I-I know what I did was wrong. So-“

“Wrong?” Jimin questioningly raised his eyebrows. “You made Taehyung cry. Literally, cry.”

“I know and we’ve-“

“No one makes him cry. You made that bloody rule and you-“ Hoseok clenched his fist, his eyes still fixed on Jin.

“I-I didn’t want to hurt him! I really didn’t want to hurt any of you.” Jin teared up, focusing on the dusty floor. “We had gone through so much. We worked so hard. And I didn’t want anything to break our reputation. Namjoon and Yoongi were busy making new songs, and raps. Hobi was teaching other idols. Kook, Tae, and Chim were working. It-It would be selfish of me to throw such a huge bomb on your faces!”

“Nonsense,” Namjoon called out. “We found sleeping pills along with empty beer bottles at your place. How long were you hiding this from us?”

Jin could feel Taehyung’s head turn towards his. “A-A week after I came out.”

“Hyung, I thought we were supposed to share problems. Didn’t you make all of us promise that that night? When I confessed about my dislocation?” Yoongi softly asked, making sure the oldest understood his pain.

“I’m-I-“ Jin choked.

“Jin-ah, cry.” Taehyung nuzzled him. “It’s okay. Cry as much as you want. I’ll cry with you. We’ll cry with you.”

“D-Don’t.”

“Let us, please?” Jungkook asked, walking towards Jin. On coming closer, he slowly patted Jin’s head, giving his best teary-bunny-smile.

And for the third time that night, Jin cried. Literally cried like a five-year-old kid. All that pent up fear, frustration, and sadness came out in the form of tears. Every time he tried apologizing for his mistake, more tears fell. But somehow, it felt safe. It felt relieving.

Taehyung just quietly hugged Jin from the back, his tears soaking his boyfriend’s shirt. Jungkook and Namjoon sat beside Jin, the younger resting his head on the oldest’s shoulder while the leader, a bit embarrassed by his tears, silently sat beside his best friend. Hoseok and Yoongi sat opposite to their hyung, with Yoongi on Hoseok’s lap, sobbing miserably, hurt and annoyed at the oldest actions. Jimin found a place between Tae and Jungkook, gently patting Taehyung and resting his head on Jungkook. At times, he also consoled Jin by whispering into his ears.

After silently reliving the entire experience while crying, Jin cleared his throat to get his member’s attention. He knew he had to get over the disgusting feeling within him. And, the only way to do that was: talk.

“It-It all started when my drama became a huge success. She was jealous, as expected.“

“Two days before I had a discussion with Joon about coming out, she blackmailed me with the pic I took in Paris.” Jin took a glance at Taehyung’s startled look. “Yeah Tae, ours.”

“She asked me to leave acting and find another place. Initially, I didn’t give a crap to her words, cause why should I? But then, she made a deal with dispatch…and things went out of control.”

“So you decided to come clean.” Namjoon interrupted. “You told the world you are Bi.”

“Exactly. And it did solve the problem with dispatch, luckily. I guess she probably asked them to stalk me or something. And since my hand had covered a major portion of Tae’s face during that kiss, it was hard for them to recognize him.”

“And then she and some ‘really orthodox’ people decided to put you in the right place. ” Jin sighed, looking at the irritated Yoongi, who completed his sentence.

“Is there any way in which I can make it up to you Yoongi? All of you in fact. I know I screwed up big time and I don’t deserve the six of you after what I did-“

“Hyung.” Jimin smiled. “Shut up please.”

“What?”

“It’s our fault too. We didn’t do anything to make you feel better.” Namjoon replied, running his hand through his brown hair.

“You should’ve told us, but still, we’re partly at fault.” Hoseok smiled, nudging Yoongi to do the same.

“Hmph!” Yoongi huffed, side-eyeing Jin.

“I’m sorry Yoongi. Really. I promise. No more secrets between us.”

“You cook tonight. I’ll accept your apology if the food tastes good.”

“Fine. Let’s go home then.”

“No. Cook here.”

“Here? Yoongi, I get the fact that you’re pissed but seriously, are you asking me to steal eggs from the bird’s nest?”

“No hyung. Well…since you completely ruined our lovely reunion, we decided to camp out here.” Jimin laughed, patting Yoongi on the head. “It was his idea, by the way.”

“Yah! Don’t embarrass him! He’s trying his best to act all serious.” Hoseok replied, trying really hard not to chuckle.

“Give him some time Jin-hyung” Namjoon replied, putting his hand over the older man. “How about you and me go out and try some really cool cuisines. Just the two of us.”

“Sure! Next week” Jin smiled, secretly eyeing the possessive man who was freaking out in the corner.

“Hey hyung, get the food ready,” Jungkook ordered, setting up a bonfire. “You’ve depleted my energy and ruined my routine!”

“How is it my fault that- yah! Don’t poke me with that twig! Fine fine, I’m going- I SAID I’M GOING JUNGKOOK! Don’t put that thing on me!” Jin playfully smacked the maknae, who was threatening the former with a slug he had found on a branch. And just like that, the depressing mood between the seven lightened up.

“So…may I know why you were acting so aloof and annoyed around me, Kim Taehyung?” Jin teased, making himself comfortable beside the younger man, who was lying on a mat, looking up at the night sky, free of city lights.

“Go spend time with Namjoon. You didn’t even comment on my beard.” He pouted.

“I have the entire month free. I’ll take you wherever you want.”

“You’re very bad. Every time I try to stay angry with you, you- you lighten up the shitty mood.” Taehyung turned towards Jin, his eyes sparkling. “That’s cheating.”

Jin gave a soft laugh and placed his head on Tae’s chest. And in a matter of few seconds, Jin could feel Taehyung’s thumb trace his lips.

“Taehyung-ah?”

“Hmm?”

“Why do you love someone like me?”

“Should I have a reason to love you?”

“Shouldn’t there be?”

“I don’t need one. All that matters is that I do.”

“Aish…you’re so simple.” Jin quickly lifted his head and adjusted Tae’s shirt, before looking at him in the eye. “Your turn, lie on me.”

Taehyung quickly got up and made himself comfortable in between Jin’s legs, quickly leaning on his shoulder.

“The beard doesn’t look that bad.” Jin chuckled. “It just becomes extremely annoying when you try to nuzzle or breathe over my neck.”

“Yoongi-hyung said I look like a caveman.” Taehyung pouted.

“Yeah. Definitely.”

“Hyung!” Taehyung whined, making the older give him a quick peck on his forehead. “Caveman or not, you’ll always be mine.”

“Then don’t leave like today. Like I did the last time.” Taehyung immediately turned, his eyes turning serious. More than pain, Jin could feel the latter’s determination, to make things work, in his voice.

“Never.”

“Promise me. That you’ll never leave or hide anything from me. We’ll work it together. No matter how small or big the problem is.” Taehyung slowly held Jin’s hand, caressing the older’s knuckles with his thumb.

Jin continued to gaze at Taehyung’s hair, a beautiful mess all thanks to the late September wind. There was no way he was going to leave Tae. There was no way he was going to experience that dreadful feeling once again.

“I promise.” Jin smiled, watching the boxy grin creep into the younger’s face.

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Threesome is fun

So here I present you my wildest fantasy, a threesome with harry and Shawn. This is the smuttiest I’ve ever written and has a slight twist. I would love to know your thoughts about it, plus reblog if you like!! Tagging @chonisberonica , there you go love:)

I had to post it again it cuz tumblr is shit.

Warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUT

Word count: 6k

Y/n’s tired feet padded on the wooden floor as she hung her coat on the stand and stood on one leg supporting herself by the wall to take off her heels and rub her sore calves. Her eyes scanned the house looking for her curly headed man, but her eyebrows furrowed the second she realized he is no where to be seen. Maybe he was in kitchen? So Giving her thought a try, she walked inside the pantry only to be met with nothing but clean and tidy shelves.

She smiled to self knowing it was harry who did that. When she woke up in the morning, it was already half past 8 and she had her meeting at 9, the time of the lovely morning had to be spent with hurry scattering her clothes everywhere and leaving the kitchen a mess. She remembered whining about it how much of untidiness she has created but harry reassured her, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead and then lips.

“Go love, I’ll clean it up for you.”

And that was 7 hours ago when she last saw his alluring face, unshaven chin, hair all ruffled up and eyes full of sleep. Maybe he’s sleeping upstairs, after all he gets tired working in his office—writing, creating the melody. Grabbing a hair tie from the bowl that Harry kept on the dinning table full of hair ties, even if he finds any vibrant color rubber band, he’d pick it up and drop it in the bowl because they too need a place to live baby, plus I need them all the time, harry said when she asked him why he did that.

Tying her hair up in a messy bun, a bit greasy from the tiring day she made her way upstairs. The cold floor felt amazing against her under feet, even though the cold winds had already started knocking the doors of London, she—for some reason felt good feeling the chilly wood. Their huge house, for a living of two was taken over pin drop silence, not even her walking was making any sound cuz she was bare feet. And by this time she was sure that harry was fast asleep, so she pulled her phone out from her back pocket before turning the camera on, in a hope that she might get some pictures of Harry’s angelic sleeping face.

And suddenly she stops moving. The house that once was nothing but silent, fills up with the filthy moans and grunts. She hears one loud throaty moan that she can bet is Harry’s, and oh maybe he’s jerking off? He’s been out for a quite few days to have his time with her, so this might be the reason he got all worked up and thought about giving himself a good release since he didn’t know she called her day off a bit early and luckily her boss granted her wish.

Smirk replaces the soft look of her face as all the tiredness washes away. She too did in fact gave herself a few good treatments while he was away and wanted nothing but to have him inside of hers back again. She opens the first four buttons of her shirt and pulls it wide enough for her black lacy lingerie to sneak its head out. Pulling out on the hair tie, she lets her hair fall back on her back and ruffles them a bit knowing they’re still a bit greasy to look sexy but oh never mind.

And for the fourth time when she’s about to have another thought of what she’s gonna do with him, her breath hitches and her feet feels heavy, she mentally thanks her luck for the day, she made it to his room. This moan doesn’t sounds like Harry’s, in fact it isn’t of any man but a woman this time. She bites her bottom lip, and twists the knob of door and sneaks head inside. There wasn’t any woman but harry alone and naked pumping himself to some porno, her and eyes were burning into his laptop. Her feet finally feels the weight lifted off as she walks inside and closes the door behind her with a loud thud.

“Fucking Christ y/n! Don’t do that ever!!“

He gasped huffing probably getting scared by her sudden action. He obviously didn’t notice her presence before, and now he couldn’t help but feel embarrassed as she walked to him. Harry extended his arm for hers to accept his invite and sit beside his naked body. Her eyes scanned his flushed self before making its way to the screen.

“Threesome huh?” She chuckled shaking her head and getting up so she could take off her shirt completely. She already was feeling warm with the dirty thoughts she had before and here Harry laid completely bare with his cock hard—veins popping out, top swollen and red, made the surrounding hot. So taking the laptop off his thighs, she nestled herself between and took his hard manhood between her hands.

Harry immediately threw his head back feeling pleased with just a touch of her hands on his dick, his hands were fast to grab her hair and guiding her mouth on him. She let out a loud laugh at his eagerness and heard Harry mumbling a shy ‘sorry’ before kissing his shaft from end to the tip. Her eyes were fixed on his, and he felt himself drowning in those orbs of hers. Her eyes were hallucinating him, making him feel dizzy. And her lips kissing him softly, her tongue licking him was just adding to the clouds he was seeing.

She peppered him with kisses before taking his cock inside her mouth, and popping it out making sure to leave a ‘pop’ behind. He knew that she was gonna tease him, after all she caught him jerking off to a porn that had a naked woman indeed who looked nothing as compared to her.

“Please baby, no foreplay.” He whispered biting his lip hoping for a nod. But instead she just shook her head no, she wasn’t having it. Y/n did excepted to find him jerking off but not to a sex movie.

She gave his waist tattoo a little peck that read Brazil before lowering her mouth on him, taking him deep inside until she felt him hitting the back of her throat. Her one hand held him from the base whereas her other was busy rolling his heavy balls on her palm. The growing swell of his balls gave her a good idea of how he was getting close to losing himself.

Once again Harry’s hand were in her hair pushing her head down making her. Her eyes burned and well up with tears as she pushed her head up to breath, saliva dropped down his cock lubricating it well for her to glide her hand up and down squeezing it at the bottom. Harry’s eyes closed shut as he felt his gut tightening with every move she made. From leaving his cock and replacing her hand with her mouth gagging on it, he could feel the burn.

“Fuck fuck fuck gonna cum baby.” He groans and all she does is gives him a yes with still his cock in her mouth, the vibration of her throat that touched his tip was the last edge and he was cumming down her mouth. When it was too much to take it, she pulled out giving him few more pumps to have him giving in in multiple spurts all over her lace bra.

Shooting him a grin, she collects all the cum off her chest before licking her fingers cleans. Where harry just laid there panting, seeing stars. His breath was heavy because of the sex goddess he was in love with.

“So..”

“Soo?”

“Do you wanna have a threesome?”

Harry asked pulling her down so she laid on him. The air in their room carried the aroma of Harry’s orgasm as she kissed Harry’s chin. Threesome wasn’t a bad idea after all, if harry was okay with it why shouldn’t she be.

“Sure! But with who?” Harry felt like a giddy kid who just was given the permission to buy chocolates at Tesco.

“Shawn. He’s in city for a few days, and he was asking if we could hang anyways.”

“Hmm, okay. I like Shawn, I mean I trust him enough to have a threesome with him.” She replied tapping his nose. The bubbles inside Harry’s belly were too much to handle at the time. He always wondered how it must feel, seeing it in movies as it looks sexy. Y/n was well aware of how adventurous guy harry was, and she trusted him enough with all she had to know that she would never suggest anything that could made her uncomfortable or have any regrets after.

She never doubted any of his suggestions until now. Harry was very possessive of her, and they both were clearly aware of the fact. She remembers how once he texted a guy saying how he’ll beat his ass up if he doesn’t stop texting you, not knowing he’s your cousin. She had enough faith on him but she didn’t want him to do something that would make him feel bad afterwards.

“Then Shawn it is.”

It was no longer than a week when Harry called his friend over their place to have a chat, he did in fact, mentioned about the kinky plan the couple had in mind receiving a big approval from his friend. Shawn was very much hyped about the whole threesome concept just like both of them. Not to bring to Harry’s kind attention but Shawn admired y/n a lot. He always found himself having wild thoughts over her whenever he was returning home from a party or just a simple meet and greet with the couple. Shawn was every much aware how he shouldn’t be having such wild fantasies about Harry’s girlfriend when He genuinely respected harry, being senior to him in age as well as the music, he saw him as a silhouette to success.

But y/n was something else. He fancied her in every little way he could, from her shy self to sudden quirky nature, her good sense of humor never failed to made Shawn snort, even when her jokes were terribly awful, Shawn couldn’t help but let out a loud laugh. And one thing that he was very much aware of, was, that all the feelings he had towards her was nothing but lust. He always imagines how her soft lopes would feel against his, or how her body would feel rocking along the rhythm to his while he pounds senselessly inside of her.

So when harry popped up the question, without a second breath he replied with a loud yes. That did made harry doubt him a little though, but shrugging it off to the fantasies of young boy just like he did when he shared the same age as Shawn, let him be.

So when it was the day, Y/n paced around the hall as harry waited up for Shawn to ring the bell already. She wasn’t paying attention to anything harry was saying, she did know what he was talking about, so I saw this porn with two girls having threesome with a boy and baby it was fucking hot as hell. His words were making their way to her brain but were getting registered. All she could think was how harry was gonna act after, it wasn’t like she had any insecurity with Shawn, whereas she did too bad some wild dreams with him. Always wondered how it would feel to kiss him, not to mention those wondering were from before she met harry.

But knowing his over-protective nature was giving y/n a hard time to believe that harry was actually ready to see someone else do what only harry is suppose to do to her. And maybe when he witnesses it in real, he won’t be able to handle it?

And the sound of the bell snapped her head in the direction. Harry got off from the couch and before he could open the door she held his wrist. Giving her a glance, he took in her expression and his hand immediately was flying to rest on her subtle cheeks.

“You okay baby? Sure wanna do this?” Harry asked searching her eyes for any second thoughts, his face full of concern as he scanned her features.

“Want to ask you the same.” She replied pressing a kiss to the inside of his hands making harry nod and press his lips to his forehead.

“Okay, then let’s do this!” She chirped and opened the door open revealing y’all Canadian dressed in a black v-cut tee shirt under a leather jacket with some blue denim jeans to go along with this. His hair ruffled a bit, probably because of the windy weather of London. Y/n’s sudden change in her attitude, the nervousness now replaced with the bold and confident self that both of the men felt attracted towards.

And Shawn, looked nothing but deliciously sexy.

“Well hello there Shawn. Come in!” Y/n smiled stepping away so the brunette could come in. Harry welcomes him warmly with a hug and soon Shawn turned his face to her. He stared at her alluring self, oh how he already felt himself growing hard for her. She smiled wrapping her arms around his neck pulling for a hug. Shawn smiled hiding his face in her neck, he breathed in the scent of vanilla and cinnamon—such a mouth watering fragrance she wore before pecking her skin softly, making her shudder at his sudden move.

“I see what you did there mendes, plus I already see you getting hard.” Harry said rather straightly clearly annoyed with the fact he got worked up so early, way too early before even hearing the rules that he made.

“Well there are quite few things you need to remember. Number 1, she’s my girlfriend” Harry said making sure to emphasis it.

“Number 2, make sure you’re not hurting her in any way. And lastly the most important one, don’t forget that she does not belongs to you” Harry finished. His intentions weren’t to scare Shawn to shade him in any way, but to remind him.

“Alright man, will remember that. After that I respect you both a lot.” Shawn nodded to both of them with all respect he had for them both. He knew how much they were in love, and he never, even by mistake would do such thing that can hurt them or cause them pain. He was very much aware of what y/n meant to harry, he loved and cared for her as if she carried the world with her, which was what she was to harry. His whole world. And Shawn never wanted harry to lose his everything.

This simple and sweet gesture of Shawn made y/n feel absolutely safe, like a reassurance that maybe Harry’s gonna be okay after this ends.

“And you my darling, I love you.” Harry mumbled wrapping his arm around y/n’s waist and pulling her in a warm embrace. He rested his head on top of hers as she mumbled the words of love back to him, pulling his head down so she could seal her verbal words emotionally. Harry’s lips found their way to her soft ones as they worked together, kissing every inch they could before Harry pulled away.

“I guess we shall get going then.” Harry announced and y/n was walking to Shawn the next second. She wrapped her arms around his waist as Shawn took her chin between her index finger and thumb, god she looked so beautiful to him. If he could, he’d keep her with him forever. Brushing the baby hair off her face, Shawn takes his time to admire the beauty in front of him. The way her orbs stared in his made his knees weak, he was really doing it. After all imagining things in his pretty little mind, he’s gonna witness how it feels to have her lips pressed against his. So he dips his head down and attaches his colds mouth to hers.

Shawns hands finds their way to cup the back of her neck and the other goes to rest on the swell of her bum, giving it a gentle squeeze earning a subtle moan from y/n. Her hands were busy in shawn’s hair, their tongue massaging each other’s. She was enjoying it. Though the kiss didn’t give her butterflies like Harry’s did, but it wasn’t that bad. But Shawn was having the time of his life, kissing her, felt exactly what he dream of. Her lips were juicy and molded into his perfectly, he wondered if it was the same with Harry’s. A wave of jealousy hit his veins as Shawn trailed kisses from her lips to her neck, not missing any spot. He pulled the sleeves of her stop down, so he could kiss all the way up from her shoulder to the sweet spot behind her ear.

Y/n’s eyes were close shut pleased by shawn’s magic, too blind to notice the change in Harry’s eyes. He wasn’t feeling what he was before, it’s not like he was hating it either but seeing another man putting his hands, lips on her body somehow made his blood boil with anger. So without thinking twice he pulls her by her wrist and pushes back on the couch forcefully. Not to mention, Shawn saw the change, but deciding to shrug it off, he removed his clothes feeling hot and bothered with all the clothing.

Harry hovered y/n’s body as she passed him a teeth grin, his heart felt the similar tingle it always did whenever he was this close with her. Tilting his head harry places his lips on hers, feeling this urgency to dominantly kiss her, maybe because he wanted to remind Shawn all the rules. She’s my girlfriend. Meanwhile their lips worked their way on each other’s, savoring every inch of the skin too lost to remember about the naked standing young man who’s staring at them with his hungry eyes.

Before Shawn could, Harry started leaving a trail of hickeys down her chest, stopping just right over her breast. A smirk took over his face as he tugged on her tee, with a wink she raised her arms helping harry to glide the top off her body. Gladly, she wasn’t wearing any bra and harry found himself immediately matching on her boobs, taking her left breast in his hand—he licked her right nipple. His tongue felt absolutely cold, with his warm breath blowing over the wet hardened bud. His mouth leaving a ‘pop’ sound whenever he left her nipple, his hungry eyes traveled down, between their pressed up bodies and stopped to the attraction.

Leaving tiny feather kisses all over her body, making sure to mark every inch of her, harry took her legs in his hand. He rubbed the smooth skin of her and trailed his lips delicately till he reached the waist band of her shorts, she knew every passing inch was becoming heavy for both the boys, so without any further adou, she lifted her pelvic up and removed the last piece of clothing article (yes she wasn’t wearing any lingerie ) and threw it at Shawn. And Shawn felt his cock twitch that sprung over his lower belly. To her notice, she just saw him standing bare when her eyes flicked to the standing beauty of his figure. Her mouth watered at the sight, harry was huge no doubt, but Shawn wasn’t any less.

Spreading her legs wide, harry caught the glistening. She was wet, wet enough for him just to glide his cock inside the second. But he had different plans. His eyes were dark once again. And he could inhale the aroma of her sex, her fragrance spread across in the air that both boys found savoury.

Harry’s fingers, opened her slick wet folds collecting the wetness with his fingers and sliding them in his mouth, recollecting the taste of her. And the taste lit the fire in him, the sudden outburst of hormon made him put his mouth of her core the second after, his lips sucked the numb bud not caring that Shawn was staring with lust full eyes. He just wanted to devour the taste of his baby.

Y/n head threw back with ecstasy taking over her body when Shawn for the third time caught her eye, standing alone giving himself pumps. Her eyes travelled down his body as she reached for him, a sheepish smile covered shawn’s lips with his legs carrying him to the laid down woman in front of him, getting eaten. She wrapped her hand around his thick shaft and gave it a few good pumps, hearing those moans leaving his lips made her feel proud, knowing she could make him feel good. His hands were in her hair as she leaned forward and sink her mouth on him.

“Fuck. Your mouth is magic y/n”

Shawn moaned in his deep Canadian voice. He was feeling his legs going jelly with the amount of pleasure she was causing him. She gagged on his cock, sucking on it like a lollipop, a sweet meaty lollipop. Giving him the acknowledgment, she hummed. But the humming of her throat gave him the delicious vibration he craved far, making it difficult for him to stand.

Where y/n was busy blowing Shawn off, Harry pulled his mouth from her pussy before giving her clit a good quote few rubs. The sudden friction, made her ache her back making harry chuckle. He knew what impact he had on her, and there wasn’t any suspicion that he wanted to have his mouth on her to keep savouring the taste of her pussy. But her hard cock wasn’t having it, so taking her joggers down in a one swift motion, he rubbed his cock on her wet slit, giving it a few hard slaps before sliding in with an ease. The stretch she felt was nothing but full of contentment.

Her moans on the other hand gave Shawn a feel of dizziness seeing stars, as he felt himself getting close to the edge of letting himself go. He felt the coil inside his belly tightening with every moan she made. The whole house was filled with the voices of their larynx made. It wasn’t less than any movie scene, expect just a bit more sexier.

“Shit am gonna cum baby, “ Shawn cried holding onto her hair tightly as she gave his balls a light squeeze telling him to let go. And within her approval, he was shooting his cum all inside her mouth. She felt his warm load of cum making its way down her throat giving her taste buds an appetising smack.

His pants filled the room along with Harry’s grunts who had y/n’s legs thrown over his shoulder as she slumps back down on the couch. A slight bit of cum dripping down her chin that Shawn catches with his index finger. His eyes burned in her skin, taking in every curve of her body, every swell, every stretch mark. And though she wasn’t perfect, like all the other models, he couldn’t take his eyes off her. Maybe it was her smooth, soft, delicate skin—or maybe little freckles over her body. She was one of the prettiest and beautiful woman he every saw.

“Like what you see?” Harry said breaking Shawn’s gaze from her body as he nodded. His cheeks burning up a little, feeling embarrassed to be caught staring at his girlfriend. Chuckling upon the flushed state of the young man, harry pulled out earning a loud, why from y/n as whines with the lost of contact. Her lips out in a pout as she sits up licking the sticky cum off her fingers.

“Ca-can I?” Shawn stuttered asking if he could make a move. Y/n giggled at his shy self before giving him a nod and standing up, motioning him to sit. She has never experienced double penetration before, so why not this time. Obliging to her, Shawn sits down on the couch as y/n sinks in his dick. And it’s not even a blink of an eye, harry has his cock sharing the same opening as Shawn. The sudden and whole new feeling of her wide outstretched pussy, was something else. She never thought, never in her wildest dream that she’d do a sandwich with two most hot and handsome folks ever. Luckily one of them was her boyfriend that she couldn’t help but connect her lips with.

She could feel her eardrums banging with the sound of her heart beat mixed with the low grunts of two guys she’s in between. The pounding of their manhood inside of her, made her feel what she’s never felt before. Extreme confidence.

Shawn’s hands were giving her boobs a squeeze ever then, with his lips resting on her shoulders and neck and everywhere they could reach. The way she clenched her walls around his bare cock made him twitch inside of her, what a shame it was for Shawn. She held the capability to make him come within seconds. Harry himself too felt the coil heating up inside him as he continued his hard thrusts, moaning inside her mouth, not leaving it once.

“Fuck doll. Look how good you look taking two fucking cocks so well”

“Yeah mate, couldn’t agree more.”

The two men conversated. Sweat sliding down the bodies of them three as the air they breathed in smelled like their sexes. The aroma of their cums mixed with the sweet scent of her vanilla and cinnamon perfume that Harry gifted her randomly which he brought from Italy, lifted the mood of the room that was already on fire.

“Shit am gonna cum guys.”

She panted holding onto shawn’s hair from reaching behind.

“Let it go beautiful” Shawn whispered in her ear and she wasn’t to be told twice as she let herself flow for the first time the day. But seeing such intimacy between both of them made harry feel a sudden emotion of jealousy. It was him who always told her to let go. He furrowed his eyebrows instantly pulling out of them as y/n’s cum flowed down the space resting on shawn’s thighs that he collected from his fingers and sucked upon.

“Why’d you pull out babe?” Y/n asked with Shawn still inside of her, his hand resting on her boobs and lips pressed to her neck, covering Harry’s hickeys in a darker shade. Harry’s intense stare at their naked body made her wonder if all she was worried before was actually true. Noticing the change in her expression from pleaded to concerned, Harry shook his head giving her a soft smile. He didn’t want his jealousy to ruin the moment she was enjoying. But enjoying with another man?

He swallowed the gulp of anger.

“Nothing, just need a glass of water.”

“But you didn’t even cum once baby. I’ll help you, come here.” Y/n said already standing up a bit as Harry pushed down on her shoulder so she sank on Shawn once agin.

“No no, it’s okay doll. I’ll be right back.” He smiles trying to reassure and get her to settle on his words.

“Okay. Be back soon.” She have him a warm smile, the one that always gave him the feeling of butterflies in his belly. But this time he didn’t feel it, it was like all the butterflies died seeing her having a moment of lust with Shawn. She looked so really into the feeling of drowning in the pleasure Shawn was giving him. Made Harry wondered if she ever felt the same with him. He felt insecure.

The second Harry left, Shawn switched there positions. It was so quick that y/n didn’t even notice Shawn on the floor with her legs thrown on his shoulder. His flushed face now deep buried between her legs, attached to her core. She felt his hot tongue licking its way to her clit, giving it a few hard flick making her gasp. Shawn’s curls tickled her thighs, and for a moment she forget that it was Shawn between her legs. Her hands tangling in his soft hair gave her the similar feeling of being holding onto the hair of harry. So soft and curly.

She let out a loud Yelp when his lips sucked on her clit vigorously until she came undone. Shawn licked every drop of her cum, not wasting any of it as if it was the holy water, too pure to touch the ground. And for the first time,he felt his thirst growing for her. Her sweet taste gave his tongue an addiction of savouring it again and again like an action on repeat. Now he understood why harry was addicted to her like she was his marijuana. Her body, her eyes, her heart? Everything about her was so captivating and Shawn felt lucky to experience a few hours of intimacy with her.

“Jesus you’re so good Shawn.”

“Well it’s all because you’re a fucking sex goddess y/n” Shawn laughed kissing her allowing her to have a taste of herself on his tongue.

Both of them were too indulge to notice Harry’s absence, who was hiding in the kitchen, hearing every moan they made, every kiss they shared. He was hearing everything which made his stomach churn and making him want to throw up. Threesome looked good only in porns because there aren’t any feelings involved, but it’s different with the person you love. The sight of seeing other man making love to your love absolutely kills you, and that’s what harry was going through. He was regretting every second of it, because now there wasn’t any turning back. There was no way he could get the picture of them off his eyes.

“Oh my god harry did you see how cute Shawn is!! He asked us if he could make love to me” y/n blabbered happily recalling every moment that happened the day past few hours. Harry kept his head low as he stirred the vegetables in the frying pan preparing them for the stew he was making. He could y/n going on with all the fun she had faintly in the background because all the insecurities had his attention that time.

A part of him wanted to console himself that she did this all because Harry wanted to, it wasn’t her idea to have a threesome, even asked him for confirmation before Shawn arrived asking him whether he was sure or not. He knew y/n belonged to him and had his heart nestled inside Of her safely, he even believed and was very much concious how she would never break his heart, but she did. Unknowingly, unintentionally she did. And harry hates himself for it, only if he didn’t popped up the horrible idea of having a threesome—knowing how he can never bear his love enjoying sexually with someone else.

He didn’t even wanted to blame Shawn for this. Poor boy just agreed upon his words. Harry was warmed how Shawn respected him and his feelings towards y/n. But, men will be men.

“Harry?”

Y/n sensed it the moment Harry left to get a glass of water, because never ever before during sex he needed water, you’re the reason I’m always thirsty and now that I’ve you, I’m not longer feeling it baby—that’s what he always told her. She knew something was wrong the way Harry’s eyes scanned them too, she knew he was feeling it, feeling what she was afraid off. And she knew how harry is a sensitive baby.

“Baby..are you okay?” She walked to him and rubbed his arm, but what come next was unexpected. A tear slide down his cheek as Harry turned off the stove and marched to the living room with y/n following him behind. Her heart was absolutely crushed seeing tears in those green beautiful orbs of him. She immediately sat by his side on couch rubbing his arm as harry continued to sob.

“I-he wasn’t making love to you okay? That what only I am suppose to do! What only I do!” He half yelled. And there it was, everything she feared of. Harry sometimes could get very insecure, he always thought how he was never good enough for her. Having numerous affairs and dozens of magazines calling him a womaniser that he used to burn in his fireplace with tears rolling down his cheek. He never had a real girlfriend, whom he could trust with his heart until he met her.

She was the centre of his world, never he ever though would be able to love. He never thought a girl like her would lend her heart to him, to adore and love. Would accept his imperfect self and mould him in a better man, making him perfect for the world. She was his strength and his weakness. And he feared one day what if she finds a better person and leaves him?

“No no sweetie, that’s what you do. It’s you whom I love harry, Shawn is nothing to me. Jesus I’m so sorry.” She cried feeling a tear excaping her eyes as she pulled Harry’s slumped tired body to her chest. Resting on her words, Harry wrapped his arms around her waist hiding his face in her chest as he rocked their body slowly.

“I-it’s just you wanted to do it harry.”

“I know, hate it now.” Harry whispered through sobs as she laid down back on couch with harry resting his head on her chest. Her fingers combed through his hair, scratching his scalp with her nails reviving some sadness. Harry nuzzled his face further in her neck taking in the scent of her shea butter body lotion, she always applied after having shower.

“It’s you baby. Always gonna be you. I’m sorry I was so caught up” y/n mumbles pressing a long kiss to Harry’s forehead and he mumbles a small ‘it’s okay’. Finally he felt the warmthness radiating her body, he tightened his grip around her waist hitching one leg over pulling her closer if that was even possible.

This moment of intimacy was just confined to both of them. No one knew that her body always smelled like shea butter after she took shower or how her fingers got cold when she harry wasn’t holding her hand. No one knew how sometimes harry had to sing her because she couldn’t go to sleep, or how she loved when Harry liked her hair giving her a scalp massage. No one knew all these little things, that every single beat of Harry’s body was used to. And no one would ever know that either because it was a thing they both did alone.

Everyday comes with a lesson, that day too taught harry few things. First how much he loved y/n. How he could never stand any man touching her, how much she meant to him. He realized that she was the woman he wants to marry, even though he sensed the feeling long before the moment he saw her. Secondly, how possessive he’s of her. Can’t even bear a mosquito touching her skin. Thirdly, threesome is not fun.

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