#v://let every man be master of his time//god au

[fineprintedsunsets]

JAWBREAKER

This Is For Haunted Hoedown Day 1 | My Haunted Hoedown Master-List

Synopsis: Bucky's been hired to watch you as a favor to his best friend; your father. But when a game of spin the bottle has Bucky choking on his words, he just can't help himself anymore.

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: age gap (both are consenting adults). dbf!bucky x f reader. mentions of violence against others (nothing undeserved) jealous bucky. unprotected sex. (wrap it before you tap it.) dirty talk. possessive bucky. p in v sex. is a hired bodyguard a stalker? maybe? idk. lots of praise + pet names.

taboo au + "this is fucked up" "you like it"

How Bucky ended up at a Halloween party for drunk teenagers was a mystery. A ghost-themed one at that. Kids who he wasn't even sure should be drinking clutched red solo cups filled with various alcohol, laughing obnoxiously and passing hushed whispers.

He rolled his eyes.

Teenagers.

He was sent here by your father, and although he loved the man (practically his best friend) this was the one event he regretted agreeing to accompany you to. You were 19, and why you wanted to go to a ghost-themed party with sixteen and seventeen-year-olds was beyond him.

Nevertheless, he agreed to supervise you for your father's sake. The second he steps foot through the frilly-decorated entrance, he smells the overpowering scent of marijuana and Axe cologne.

Thank god he didn’t grow up in an era where boys would wear that shit and think they were the coolest fuckers around. His nose turns up, turning to its source. It was indeed three teenage boys with what must have been a gallon of gel in their hair and crooked smiles splayed on their features.

They accompany a girl at the table, he can't see her features due to the blocking backs of the boys, but he can see one of them lift their fingers to brush ever so slightly against her arm.

The girl moves away, and when she does, Bucky's eyes catch on her.

It’s you, his best friend's daughter. He tries hard not to let his eyes linger on you, knowing he has only one job here tonight, and it’s to keep you out of harm's way. There was only one problem with that. Your father kept most of his work life hidden away from his wife and since he worked with a lot of cruel people, he decided not to involve you either.

Which means you had never met his best friend. You didn’t even know he had one. Bucky was sent here to watch you from afar, your dad didn’t want you to know he sent someone to supervise you every single time you went out.

You pass the boy a look, awkwardly shaking your head. You attempt to laugh it off and walk away, but the boy grabs your wrist. Bucky bristles where he stands against a wall, having just entered.

He can’t approach you, he couldn’t risk you finding out who he was. But oh how he wanted to break all twenty-eight of Jelly Hair’s pitiful knuckles.

“Let go, Jake.” You growl out, but Jelly Hair won’t let up, wrapping his digits around your tiny wrist and forcing you to sit back down. It angers him, how the other boys he’s sitting with laugh at his antics.

A loud crunching sound echoes from someone over at your table and Bucky leans away from the wall, getting ready to intercept, thinking he may have hit you. He should be ashamed of the anger that blossoms through his chest.

Jake’s fingers slip from your wrist as the other boys jump up. Jelly Hair turns toward the door where Bucky is standing, allowing him to spectate the blood now running from his nose.

He can’t help the smile that graces his features.

You hit him.

“My girl” Bucky finds himself whispering. He tucks his hand in his pockets, moving away from the entrance and more profound into whoever's house this is. White lights flash from the rooms as music blares from speakers in the living room.

Everyone is dressed like a ghost, some people; like you are wearing a t-shirt that displays a cute drawing of a supernatural creature. Others wear sheets with glasses placed overtop of them, or uneven eye-holes cut out of the white fabric.

Bucky grabs a solo cup and fills it up with Cola, the only non-alcoholic drink on the ping-pong table. His metal fingers grip the cup and bring it to his lips, only to spit it back into the cup.

“What the fuck.” He mutters, scrunching his face in distaste. He does a double take on the bottle, bringing the contents up to his nose, Rum.

It’s fucking Rum Coke.

He takes the cup anyway, having no intention to sip from it anymore. He blends in this way, holding a solo cup just like the other hundred people here. His blue eyes search for you in the crowd, spotting you right away, your body settled on the lap of a man, early 20’s he’d say.

A feeling he’s all too familiar with when it comes to you surges through his veins, seeing the white skirt you're wearing hike up, allowing him and everyone else to see his hand knead at your ass.

Bucky’s jaw clenches as he watches you lean into the man, your lips wrapping around his, your eyes closing. Bucky has no idea who he is, but whoever he is, his dick is growing hard under you, having very clear intentions of what he’s about to do. And Bucky will be damned if he allows you to get fucked by this piece of shit.

Not that it should matter to him. You should have a man that would treat you right, protect you, pleasure you. Not this dick-wad who wants a quick fuck. Your father wanted him to keep you out of trouble, and that’s exactly what he’s doing.

At least, it’s what he tells himself.

Bucky watches for a few more seconds as you rub yourself over his cock, painfully humping it. He knows you aren’t getting any pleasure out of it, it’s evident on your face. The dick-wad beneath you is, and that’s what makes Bucky’s fingers ball into tight fists, making him grind his teeth down again, on the verge of breaking his goddamn jaw.

That’s what you were.

A fucking jawbreaker, surely you were smarter than this. You had to have known you were worth so much more. You had to know dick-wad couldn’t make up for a quarter of that amount.

“Spin the bottles starting downstairs!” A girl announces from the banister. She’s drunk, very drunk, Bucky notices. She also must be the owner of the way her fingers wrap around the railing.

He could just tell.

Bucky feels the relief flood his chest when you turn away from the man, clearly seeing a good excuse for escape. He growls but lets you go as he soon follows suit. Bucky has no interest in watching you play spin the bottle, but of course, he has not all a choice.

He couldn’t decide whether it was his job, (why he was here in the first place, he’s had to repeat that to himself a few times throughout the night.) Or because he didn’t want to watch a bunch of horny teenagers shove their fucking tongues down your throat, heat bloomed in his chest, mixing with anger.

Either way, he would have to break more than fourteen knuckles tonight.

✪

Bucky’s already taken his place on the wall, going unnoticed as the kids gather around in a circle, sitting with their legs crossed, fixated on the bottle that is situated in the middle.

You sit on the right side, next to some other girls he recognizes.

Women.

You were 19 years old for god sake.

The woman from earlier, the owner of the house, Bucky had now learned the name of, Jess plops next to the man from earlier, her eyes analyzing all the players. Other people stand, just here to spectate the game, giving Bucky plenty of cover.

“We need one more player!” Her voice slurs, looking up from her sitting position, searching for the correct person to fill the gap right across from you. Your eyes search around with Jess’s until both pairs land on him.

No.

Absolutely fucking not.

“What’s your name?”

Bucky grinds his teeth together again, he’ll be very surprised if he has teeth after tonight.

“James.” He grits out, trying his very best to seem like he doesn't want to be here. Which isn’t very hard.

He doesn't.

“You look a bit old to be here, James.” Jess' eyes roam the others, looking for the attention she so desperately wants. The others let out faux chuckles. Bucky can still feel your eyes burning through his, even though over fifty pairs are now aimed at him, you stick out.

You always have.

“Who invited their dad, guys?” Jess pokes again, her ghastly features twisting in a terrible laugh. Other people laugh now, but Bucky doesn’t mind. You don’t laugh, your features scrunch at Jess’s words. The man didn’t look old at all, older than a teenager sure, he was quite handsome.

“Come on, James. Join us!” You call, and the man's eyes immediately meet yours. You can’t help yourself, you gasp at the intensity of them, the beautiful blue irises that stare back at you.

Bucky still didn’t move from the wall, it was very evident he had no choice in this matter. “A little party never killed anybody, James.” Jess’s cat-like mouth squeaks.

“Bucky-” He corrects, heaving a sigh. “Just Bucky.” Bucky walks over to the circle, watching the gathering crowd part. Allowing him to sit like the rest of them, occupying the spot across from you.

“Let’s get started, Anon, Why don’t you spin first?”

Anon, a very stereotypical frat boy reaches for the bottle, his companions cheering behind him. The glass spins as everyone's eyes follow it, even Bucky’s.

The end lands on Jess, which is ironic. Bucky is checking off his mental checklist, he’s no matchmaker but..

Obnoxious Voices. Check. Annoying Presence. Check. Feline Like Faces. Check. Rich Pieces Of Shit. Check.

Those two were made for each other.

The two kiss awkwardly, the whole crowd kicking and screaming taunts, acting like children who just touched a deceased insect. Bucky settles into the hard-concrete floor, getting ready for a very excruciating game.

✪

It’s about an hour before you finally get the bottle in your hands. Everyone waits on bated breath as you capture your bottom lip between your teeth. You grab the bottle and spin, watching the glass glide across the concrete floor.

It clicks and clanks before it stops, and the endpoints to the stranger.

The older man that’s been stuck to the wall the whole party. You’ve never seen him before but were quite intrigued when you caught him looking at you during the game, pretending as if he wasn't.

The stranger's eyes flick open, looking at the end pointed towards him and then where you sit across from him. You smile to yourself as Bucky stays in his position.

The chanting starts when Jess’s voice echoes through the room, “You have to kiss the old man!” She’s 20, but acts like a five-year-old.

“Kiss!”

“Kiss!”

“Kiss!”

People around you repeat, and so you do the only logical thing to do. You place your hands in front of you and crawl to Bucky, knowing full well your skirt is riding up as you do so.

You can see his jaw clenching. You arrive in front of him, propping yourself up on your knees, Bucky's eyes look up at where you slightly tower over him.

You reach your fingers to graze his jaw, and when your fingers meet his subtle, the fifty pairs of eyes disappear. Right now, it’s just you and him. “Come here.” You mutter, bringing his face to yours.

Bucky hesitates, but lets it happen anyway. He’s captivated by you, you can tell. He wants to pull away but can’t.

Time seems to slow as your eyes close and your noses touch, stopping before letting your lips meet each other. Heat builds in your stomach, anticipation and want bubbling deep inside your core.

“This is fucked up.” He whispers, his breath grazing your wet lips.

“You like it.” You answer, before pulling his face to yours, your lips colliding in perfect harmony. Heat fills your stomach, settling itself between your thighs. Bucky’s hand comes up to cup your scalp, molding his palm to your head, crushing his lips against yours.

Your tongue slides into his mouth, entangling with his own. Your breath heaves as your stomach urges for more, your thighs pressing together in your kneeling position. You pull away before you can go any farther, breath heaving, a string of saliva still connecting your puffy lips.

The words that exit his mouth are barely audible, but you catch them. “That’s why it’s fucked up.”

“Get a room, lovebirds,” Jess calls, laughing with the others. But you ignore them, your eyes are still pulled into that trance, still feeling Bucky’s lips on yours.

The next thing you know, Bucky is getting up, his hand reaching for your own. You gulp at his gaze now, seeing the intensity switch to something different.

Something primal.

✪ Somehow you ended up in a closet, with Bucky’s breath fanning over your neck, his cock painfully straining against his jeans. It took all but four seconds for your clothes to be off, Bucky’s joined yours short after, pooling on the floor of the large closet.

“Sweetheart-” Bucky sounds breathless as he reaches out, his metal hand (which you okay with, apparently) running down the curve of your breast, dipping in your bra to twirl a cool digit around your semi-hard peak. (Especially when they made you feel like that.)

“How old are you?” You press, moaning as Bucky’s other hand cups your waist, making sparks fly up and down your skin. This closet, which is bigger than the master bedroom, has suddenly gotten small.

Bucky fights the urge to smack your ass in response, you didn’t care about age when you were grinding on that man’s cock.

“106.” He answers thoughtfully, but you only laugh, catching he wasn’t going to tell you his age. Bucky’s face scrunches in wonder, but it quickly fades when you press your body into his own, running your smooth fingers over his muscled abdomen.

“You sure you want to do this, baby?”

“Positive.”

Bucky brings your lips to his, all while taking hold of your hips, backing you into one of the closet's white walls. You engrossed in his touch, the feel of his fingers on your bare stomach, pushing you against the wall.

“I’d make you hump my cock, ‘show you what real pleasure is. But there’s no couch in here, sweet girl.” You feel your pussy clench at his words, you hadn’t known he was watching you then.

“Just gonna have to take me bare,” Bucky mutters, his hands grabbing your back, flipping you around so your palms are planted above you, your ass jutting out. His fingers knead at the meat of your ass, making sure to erase any hand-prints dick-wad may have left. You moan, bucking into his touch, wanting more.

“Greedy girl, you think you deserve my cock? Bare, too? You think you can handle that type of pleasure?” His fingers ghost over your panties, barely hitting your clit.

“Bucky! Please.”

Bucky smiles, knowing what he’s doing to you. If he wasn’t about to fuck you in a closet at a party he would tease you a lot more, and make you pay for letting that man touch you. You both knew you couldn’t wait that long, and neither could he.

Bucky pulls down your panties, noticing how your slick coats the fabric. “These are drenched, all for me, hmm?” He was so hesitant at first, to kiss and touch you, but now he didn’t give a shit.

You were his now.

Your panties soon joined the rest of your clothes. Bucky’s breath caught when he looked down at you, making your thighs clench together. He runs a metal finger through your folds, collecting your slick.

You cry out from the spark of pleasure, attempting to keep yourself up against the wall.

“You're so wet for me, sweet girl.” You feel lightheaded as Bucky releases himself from his boxers, you can’t see anything, only the white paint of the wall.

You can feel his tip nudge at your entrance, as he leans down, placing soft kisses along your back. “I’m gonna fill you up, baby. Okay? You want to be filled with my cock?”

“Yes!” You buck your hips, your eyes tightly closed as you feel his cock slide itself to the hilt, using your gathered arousal to aid in his thrust. You cry out, the stretch is both painful and pleasurable. Bucky groans, feeling the way you clench around his cock, feeling the tightness of your cunt.

“That’s it, sweet girl. Taking me so well.” For a few moments, you just stand there, Bucky letting you adjust to his cock, to the feeling of being filled up completely. You had sex before, plenty of it, but you never took a guy bare.

But Bucky, the way his cock sat inside of you, not even moving and it still shooting sparks into your stomach, was something you’d never thought you’d experience.

“Can I move, baby? You alright?” You nod your head while Bucky places another kiss on your back, pulling his cock out to the tip, and pushing back in.

“Ahh-”

“Feel good, sweetgirl?” Words simply do not exist anymore, Bucky whispers against you with each thrust of his cock, his movements slow at first, allowing you to take the most pleasure out of it, trying so hard not to cause you any pain.

The wet noises of your body's meeting over and over again fill the air, and somehow it drowns out the music of the party. Bucky’s groans and your moans tangle together as you buck your hips to meet his thrust, accommodating his cock.

“So good, baby.” You clench at his words, milking his cock. Bucky smiles, looking down at you.

Bucky’s metal arm comes around your bare stomach, making your thighs fall open wider, “Like when I praise you? Your pretty little pussy loves when I tell her she’s doing a good job, baby.”

A single digit finds your clit, Bucky rubs at it, slow tantalizing circles as you buck into him.

“I want you to come on my cock, I need to see this pussy clench around me harder.” Your body involuntarily does as he asks, your cunt clenching down on his cock as his thrusts speed their tempo and his finger matches the torture at your clit.

“Fuck!” You cry out, feeling your orgasm stirring deep in your belly, the heat from the room going straight to your head, encasing you in its bubble.

“That’s it.” Bucky praises, dragging out both words, “Good girl, come for me.”

You do, moaning loudly as your orgasm rushes through your veins, as Bucky chases his release, making sure you get over the edge first. His breaths come out in pants as his cock pushes into your cunt at a punishing speed. “I wonder how your daddy would feel if he knew you just came on his best friend's cock.”

“What?”

[c0rpsedemon]

actually wait quimcourse is essential romeo deenstaynight lore i need every1 to know what happened or i'll die.

tl;dr all the way back in ~october 2020 this guy (he ended up being a sucky person as w like. half the people involved here) made an untagged tumblr post abt a bizarre + awful tma fanfic he found once which was 100% abt the author's self insert-ish oc having sex w every man in the podcast and uhm. in tma there was a character named mike crew whose whole deal was p much a trans allegory but like. possibly unintentionally. and there's an important plot point abt how he used to try and cover as much skin as possible bc of this massive scar he was trying to hide but after he began serving this evil god* (*oversimplification of the century) he began to embrace it and started wearing loose revealing clothing and it doesn't sound like that's that important but the way ppl describe him in-podcast is used to help understand the timeline and it's a bigger deal than it seems. and this guy. the one who made the post. his whole brand was centered around mike crew. so the part of the fic he made fun of was the fact that it had mike crew post-serving the evil god* wearing a turtleneck and leaving it on during sex. and also briefly mentioned another character who's like immortal* (*oversimplification) and from the regency period referring to the main character's pussy as a quim despite otherwise speaking entirely modern english.

and so in december of 2020. the author found the post and started harassing him, everyone who'd ever interacted w him more than once, and everyone who so much as alluded to the situation bc she's uncannily good at tracking down every post so much as vaguely mentioning her. the drama was stupid, one-sided and memeable and she was v pressed abt how her use of the word quim was justifiable and so every1 just sort of let this unfold for the night and then blocked her once it stopped being funny. the next day i made a joke abt mike crew's turtleneck to a blog called straighttma which was like. a tma parody* (*not quite) blog which speculated on what the podcast would be like if it were heterosexual. y'know. typical terminally online lgbt teenager shit. and added a little 'iykyk' to the end. a lot of ppl didn't know so i ended up giving a tl;dr in the notes.

fast forward to january when she found the post and started harassing me for misrepresenting her (made a joke in the REPLIES (NOT EVEN A RB. THE REPLIES) abt just how much cooking show rpf is on her ao3 profile. bc actually it was just inappropriately tagged master chef au rick sanchez/stan pines fic. bc that's such an improvement and so much different. and so everyone memed on her for a few hours and then realized how old i was (i was 15 but like. my bday's in november so it'd only been 2 months and the younger end of 15 is wayyy different than the older end of 15 so like. i was a Baby here) and got stuck on the fact that she (age 37) was being superr inappropriate towards me (bc again. this all started bc of a smut fic) and blocked her again bc it wasn't funny anymore. and then she blocked me before i could block her. presumably so she could still read my blog.

so then i made a joke abt her blocking me meaning that i could call her a motherfucker now (bc i'd been. wayyy too polite to her bc i was obsessed w everyone liking me at the time) and pinned it to my blog. then march rolled around and guess who took issue w being called a motherfucker and THREATENED SUICIDE OVER IT before dropping off the face of the earth for several days and siccing her fiance + sockpuppet account on everyone for 'possibly driving her to suicide' (100% done to frame herself as the victim here). she was fine and came back a few days later when every1 was ignoring her and i got so worried abt this woman over 2x my age who'd been stalking me for 2 months (she brought up things i'd posted which she had no business knowing esp considering i was blocked so she had to have been deliberately opening my blog) that i got physically ill bc of it.

then in like. may/june she decided to unblock me for a second time a couple days before i got a mysterious anon accusing me of cyberbullying. i dmed her a bit . she once again outted herself as stalking me . and i was. too nice once again. if only 15 year old me wasn't afraid of using the words 'raging cunt' and also made a post abt her being back then went offline. in the brief time i was offline it turns out she'd made another quimcourse-dedicated blog and started self-identifying as quimberlyann (a nickname we gave her derived from a word that means pussy btw. just a reminder.) and trying to reclaim the situation. she got lightly memed on bc by this point in time every1 was sick of her and then disappeared and has since deactivated. batshit crazy situation which i sometimes look back on fondly bc of the sheer wtf factor and also bc she was. so damn quotable. but then whenever i start to do so i remember the feeling of sobbing alone in my room bc i thought i might've killed a woman who had nothing but bad intentions regarding me and i'm more angry at her for deliberately pulling that stunt (bc that's exactly what it was. she had an active sockpuppet at the time. she was faking the whole way through and had planned it out in advance) for the sole purpose of hurting me than anything now. esp since i'm now old enough to recognize that's exactly what it was. and more than anything i'm mad that we parted on somewhat amicable terms when like. i hope she thinks of me as frequently as i think of her and i hope that just once the guilt from what she did to me makes her feel half as bad as she made me feel that night.

[floralseokjin]

⤑ made-up love song v (m).

Your first encounter with Kim Seokjin doesn’t go so well, nor your second, or your third… and maybe that’s because it shouldn’t work on paper. You’re an elementary school teacher, never left the country despite hitting the third decade of your life not so long ago, and you’re unable to remember the last time you dated. He’s the dad of one of your students, nearly a decade older than you and divorced. Oh yes, and just another minor detail – he’s a multimillionaire. 

Your lives are lightyears apart, yet somehow, your paths having now crossed, things just seem to fall into place…

pairing; kim seokjin x reader  au/genre/warnings; strangers to lovers, romance, eventual angst, single dad! seokjin, ceo! seokjin, elementary school teacher! oc, age gap (oc is 30, seokjin is 37), seokjin is a dilf, fluff, smut; a shit ton of kissing, oral (f), seokjin likes eye contact, slight overstimulation, he also seems to have a slight potty mouth when turned on, romantic sex, protected sex, shower scene, oral (m), this chapter is basically just sex, enjoy! (yes, the dilf dick is b i g) lingerie described found here for the visuals ~  words; 9,572

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chapters; i • ii • iii • iv • v • vi • vii • viii • ix • x • epilogue (+ drabbles)

Saturday couldn’t come soon enough. You were like a little kid at the lead up to Christmas. You couldn’t remember the last time you were this excited for something. Actually, on second thoughts, you couldn’t think of a time you were this excited for anything, period. And all over the prospect of sleeping with Seokjin, and definitely not in the innocent way… He had in no way explicitly stated that you’d be having sex this week, but the insinuation was heavy in the air. Everything leading up to this moment was suggesting come Saturday night you would not be sat in front of Seokjin’s 75” television watching boxsets… 

On the morning of you decided to pack a few things in a small case. You definitely planned on returning home in the day if needed or bored while Seokjin was at work, but the essentials were required: underwear, pyjamas, a few outfits, toiletries and skincare, your iPad, miscellaneous chargers. Soojung on the other hand was acting like you were never coming back… 

“I’m going to miss you.” She whined, having been hovering around you as you packed. “Leaving me alone with smelly Tae.” 

In a bid not to be alone in the evenings she’d invited her smelly boyfriend over for the week, but although she sounded irked it was all just an act. God knows what they’d get up to while you were gone, you dreaded to think. On second thoughts, maybe it would be best to stay at Seokjin’s place all week… You had no clue what you’d walk in on in your own home.  

“I won’t be gone the whole week. Besides, we can meet up for lunch and stuff.” You often visited her at the department store, perusing the food court until it was time for her lunch break. You weren’t secluded from the whole world while away. What did she think was happening? 

She helped you fold your clothes in momentary silence, deep in thought it seemed. “What if you love it there and want to stay permanently Dilf mansion?” 

You scoffed immediately, taking the small pile of t-shirts from her to pack away. “Soo, way to jump the gun.” You’d been dating barely six weeks, hadn’t even had sex yet, moving in together was number 1 on the highly unlikely list. Although, sliding in a couple of pairs of flats into the top pocket of your case and zipping it up, you hummed in consideration. “Dilf mansion does have a ring to it though…” 

Soojung’s attention was on another pile of clothing now – one you would be wearing this evening to leave for Seokjin’s house. Her fingertips brushed along the delicate baby blue lace of your lingerie, sitting on top of the pile and she looked up at you and grinned wickedly. “You’re going to knock his socks off with this.” 

You and her had spent yesterday browsing the mall with a very important task. To decide on the most perfect lingerie set. Knowing Seokjin for a while know, you’d noticed he had an inclination for the colour blue, so your chosen piece had to be a winner – practically see-through, littered in beautiful lace flowers. You were well and truly prepared for tonight, you were a woman on a mission. 

“His Dilf socks,” you corrected your best friend, both of you instantly exploding into a fit of giggles. 

Arin had left with her grandparents this morning, and as much as Seokjin was eager to get this weekend started and see you immediately, he actually had a few things he needed to take care of at work. It wasn’t until around 5pm that you got into your car to make the short journey, Soo waving you off proudly like you were about to attend your graduation. You were honestly quite calm given the circumstances, although one look at Seokjin as he stepped out the front door to take your case and all inner composure was lost. You were one big ball of excitement, most of it flurrying around in the pit of your stomach. Yet you kept cool on the outside, grinning at the handsome man in front of you despite your lingerie burning marks into your skin. 

And handsome he was today, (as if he wasn’t every day), his dark hair parted in the centre of his forehead naturally, his eyes crinkling as he smiled and leaned in for a kiss. You tasted a hint of mango on his mouth, an obvious sheen to his plump lips, and you presumed he’d applied some chapstick before you’d arrived – the chapstick you’d bought him not too long ago after he’d complained of cracked lips to you on the phone one night. 

“Hey,” he greeted softly, his arms around your waist, body pressed snuggly into yours. 

“Hey yourself,” you murmured, wrapping your arms around his neck, gazing into one another’s eyes before you lightly teased him. “Are we going to stay out here all night?” 

Chuckling heartily, he reached behind you, lifting your case with ease. “Let’s go put this in my room.” 

You’d never once stepped foot onto the upper level of his house before, so you were very observant on your way to his bedroom, eyes catching art pieces (you noticed numerous of Arin’s) and photos along the walls, light fixtures, as well as the odd plant here and there. You had to walk two flights of stairs to get to your destination, one average in length, the other shorter, veering off to the left of the corridor to reach a landing leading into his bedroom. You remembered what he’d said about changing and designing his bedroom himself, so you were very curious as to what it looked like inside. Yet still, the sight of it stunned you to brief silence. 

His was the largest bedroom in the house, the master bedroom if you were being fancy, but in your opinion it was more like a mini home in itself. All it needed was a kitchen and you would be good to go. It smelt just like him – of his cologne and the recognisable vanilla scent his house seemed to waft of every time you visited. The walls were warm grey, décor similar with dashes of cream and gold. The bed matched the whole vibe of the room – insanely large, and you could already tell it was going to be the comfiest thing you’d ever slept on. Directly opposite, but a long way away, were a sofa and love seat sat around a TV hooked to the wall above a stunning fireplace. There were two sets of double windows, from the ceiling to the wooden floor, dark grey drapes open – not that it mattered. Seokjin’s house was out-of-the-way, no chance of being seen. All you were met with as you looked down, was a small patch of garden you hadn’t seen before, plain and simple, but very beautiful. Tranquil. 

To the left of the room a door opened into another, perhaps a quarter of the size – his closet, and you followed him inside, still pretty much lost for words. He said there was no point putting your belongings away tonight, you could do it tomorrow, but he’d saved a drawer for you and there was an empty section of hanging space you could use too. There was also a dressing table you could put to good use, because he sure didn’t, and then he whisked you away into the bathroom, which was probably the most beautiful room in the house. Everything was warm marble in colour. A separate bath and shower (both gigantic) and double sinks. 

“I got you a robe,” Seokjin pointed out, and you followed his gaze to behind the door, two fluffy white robes hooked to the wall. 

Oh, boy. You could get used to this. 

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Seokjin ordered takeout for dinner – from an Indian restaurant Namjoon kept raving about apparently. With the amount he ordered you could have sworn he was feeding a whole party, not just the two of you. You were stuffed in no time, curling up on the sofa with a glass of red wine as Seokjin loaded the dishwasher. He still hadn’t cooked an actual meal for you, and when he joined you, of course you reminded him. This week he was preparing dinner for you one night, and that was final. You needed to see what Chef Kim had in him – even if he insisted his skills were long forgotten.  

You cuddled as you watched a movie, which more often than not meant you’d start to become sleepy – just ask Soojung – but tonight was different. You were wide awake and practically thrumming with excitement. You were begging for the movie credits an hour before they were due, and when they finally popped up your heart started to beat harder in anticipation. It was nearing 11pm. Your lingerie was still burning welts into your skin… 

Seokjin kissed the top of your head, your back pressed into his chest where you’d been snuggled into him, legs across the sofa, for the duration of the night. One of his arms was crossed around your front, the other free to drink his wine as he propped his feet up on the glass topped coffee table. You could really get used to this. 

“What did you think?” He hummed, reaching forward to place his glass on a coaster. You grabbed his hand, not wanting him to leave you and he chuckled, quickly resuming position to now loop both arms around your shoulders, pressing you further into the warmth of his body. 

“I enjoyed,” you replied with a small shrug. In all honesty it would’ve been a great movie if you hadn’t been so distracted. 

You felt him lower his head, breath hot against your ear as he spoke. “I’m glad you didn’t fall asleep on me.” You giggled as he started to kiss the column of your neck, his barely there presses of his lips tickling you. Yet still you pushed into his hold, letting your head fall back. He took the opportunity to suck your earlobe between his lips, eliciting a sweet sigh from you. “I really can’t wait to spend this entire week with you.”  He whispered. 

You tried to keep your voice as uninvolved as possible – which was a lot harder when he now had your earlobe between his teeth. “Eh. I’m so-so over it.” 

“Y/N!” He scolded playfully, groaning a laugh as he lifted his head away. “Stop. Now’s not the time for joking around.” 

“I’m sorry,” you giggled, latching onto his hands. 

“Face me,” he murmured almost suddenly. “Let me kiss you properly.” 

His kisses were gentle and loving, his hands cupping your face as you leaned into him, hands placed across his hard chest. He was wearing a simple white t-shirt tucked into some black pants, he’d looked irresistible all night. He pulled away slowly, lips upturned almost drunkenly. “What’s that grin for?” 

Seokjin’s gaze flicked from your lips to your eyes repeatedly as he replied, thumbs massaging circles into your cheeks. “I’m just very happy. Is that allowed?” 

Giggling, you pressed your mouth to his, wrapping your palms around his neck to pull him in closer. He hummed loudly – indulgently, and let you lick into his mouth, his own hands slipping down to your neck and down your torso, gripping your middle. Your chest was flush to his and you welcomed the heat of his body. You were happy too. It had been a long time since you’d last felt this content, and tonight you’d realised just how lovely it was to be able to lounge with Seokjin and be in his company so casually, so naturally like this. You would become spoiled this week, but you couldn’t feel too worried right now. 

Breaking away again, it seemed like he wanted to say something, but your mouth was a greedy thing, finding its way down his neck and across his throat as he leaned his head against the back of the sofa, his breathing shallow as he let you wonder. His fingers brushed up and down your back distractedly, until he seemed to remember what he wanted to tell you. “Hey,” he whispered, breath catching in his throat when you pinched your teeth into his Adam’s apple softly. “Hey, stop for a moment. There was something I wanted to say before…” He trailed off, unsure how to finish the very obvious direction of his sentence, and as much as you wanted to nosedive straight into that pool, you pulled back to look into his eyes, waiting patiently. 

He straightened his back and you eased off him a little, finding his fond smile contagious. “I’ve enjoyed these past few weeks so much.” He began, sincerity in his tone . “I know I’m not old old by any means but dating you has made me feel like I’m young again. I mean, grinding in the middle of a bar is something I didn’t even do back in my college days.” 

“I fail to believe that,” you laughed. 

“Really,” he insisted, looking amused. “I was a nerd. A handsome one, but a nerd nonetheless.” Before you could roll your eyes he was continuing. “What I’m trying to say is that, I really like you, Y/N.” His fingers played with the ends of your hair lovingly.  “You know that already. Shit, I’m crazy about you. Just hearing your voice makes my day better. No matter how short a time we spend together, even if it’s just on the phone to say goodnight, I feel happy – I feel relaxed.” He paused to take a breath before moving to cup your face with one hand. “No matter how stressed I am you make it better by just existing.” 

“…Seokjin,” you murmured, a little lost for words at his declaration. 

He chuckled warmly, tops of his cheeks tinged somewhat rosy. “Too cheesy?”

You shook your head adamantly, reaching for his face as well. “Not at all. I’m crazy about you too.” His face lit up instantly and you couldn’t help but kiss him. “I’m so happy we met,” you confessed against his mouth. “I don’t want this summer to be over.” 

“It’s not over yet,” he laughed. “We still have time to make it even better.” You wanted that more than anything. Finding it difficult to keep away from your lips, he practically had to tear himself away. He was out of breath. “I know saying this out loud is silly given everything, but… Let’s make this official.” 

Your heart started somersaulting. You felt like you were in high school again, over the moon because Kim Rowoon had asked you to prom. Only this was better than that – much, much better. Linking your arms around Seokjin’s neck you tilted your head to the side, a grin unable to keep off your face. “Are you asking me to be your girlfriend, Mr. Kim?” 

“What do you say?” He sounded hopeful and soft. 

You hummed out loud, thinking hard. “Can I get back to you? 3 to five business days seems about right.” You immediately squealed as you finished your sentence, Seokjin’s hands finding their way around your butt to tug you forward. You gripped onto his shoulders with the surprise. 

“Too bad because I’ve already been calling you my girlfriend at the office.” 

You didn’t have a chance to reply, the hard press of his lips against yours knocking you senseless. You found yourself in his lap not long after, fingers dragging through his hair as you clung to him, mouths moving in gradual urgency until you began to feel out of breath. Your tongues seemed to grow more daring, intent, as your soft moans mingled with his quiet groans. You hadn’t quite found yourself in this position before, usually moulded to the soft leather but this time you had Seokjin pinned tight, a heat that was quickly becoming unbearable burning between your bodies, and his hands running up and down your back didn’t help. 

Each brush of his fingertips had your skin prickling with warmth, dizzying your mind, and when you felt him brush against the curve of your left breast you leaned forward into his touch, desperate for more. Seokjin grunted, encouraged by your action as he cupped the soft flesh, his thumb grazing your nipple which hardened from the touch. Your kiss turned a lot more frenzied after that, Seokjin roaming your body with confidence, his unoccupied hand cupping your butt to rock you against his crotch. 

He was hard. You’d felt it stiffening ever since you’d climbed into his lap, but now he was solid, flesh pressing (probably painfully) against his pants, and feeling emboldened you lifted your hips, hovering over him for your hand to slot in between your bodies, cupping his erection firmly. He stiffened under your grasp, his breath hitching and you took that moment to drag your tongue along his, teasing him as you slowly started to stroke him above his slacks. He felt thick and rigid between your fingers, pulsing erratically against your hold, and he broke away from your mouth, head falling back as a loud, drawn-out groan slipped from his throat. You gazed at him – eyes closed, eyebrows furrowed, mouth parted as he breathed shallowly – and took a mental picture. You wanted to remember this moment forever. He looked gorgeous, basking in pleasure and you wanted to pleasure him more. It was an urge so strong you practically dived on him, mouth slamming into his. He soon gained his bearings, kissing you just as wildly as his hands groped your body. 

“Do you – mm, do you want – mm – to take this upstairs?” He asked against your lips, fingers currently digging into the soft flesh of your ass. The veins in his neck were visible, his desperation for you obvious, and you pulled away from the kiss to nod rapidly. If he didn’t get you upstairs soon you’d surely explode. 

You let out a little squeak as you suddenly found yourself in the air, safely held up by Seokjin. You immediately wrapped your arms around his neck, clinging to him as he began to make the brisk walk to the hallway and towards the staircase. “Oh, my god,” you muttered, laughing as you realised he was about to carry you bridal style all the way up the stairs. 

“What?” He laughed back, his eyes twinkling warmly. Your heart melted at the sight and you leaned in to kiss him, uncaring that you both may fall backwards and break your necks. 

“I may have forgotten about the amount of stairs in this goddamn house,” he panted lightly once you’d made it past the first set. 

“Put me down then,” you giggled. 

“Never,” he sang out, pecking you on the mouth sweetly. 

Once in his bedroom, he placed you down, closing the door behind you before caging you against it, kissing you like he hadn’t seen you for months. You keened into his touch, whole body hot and ready for him, but in the end you couldn’t keep up with his mouth. He’d never kissed you like this, he was a man possessed, you physically felt weak at the knees and you clung to him, moaning softly when his mouth fell to your neck. 

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do this,” he confessed against the wet skin, fresh waves of arousal washing through your body. His voice was an octave lower, gruff and nothing like you’d heard before. “I can’t contain myself knowing we’re going to be alone for a whole week.” 

“What do you plan on doing to me?” You laughed weakly, but to be honest, the time for wisecracks were gone. You were hanging on by a thread, this close to begging him to tear your clothes off. 

Cupping your neck he pulled away to look you in the face. His pupils were blown out, more black than the warm brown you were used to. The tops of his cheeks were tinged red, his own arousal very evident, and when he replied he sounded as sincere as ever. “Anything you want me to.” 

Okay, if he carried on like this, he’d mess up your plan good and proper. He was rude. Very rude. And hot, and sexy, and yours. God, you really wanted him. Your body was screaming for him. You pressed a kiss to his mouth, and then another, and another, determined not to get yourself glued there no matter how much he tried to drag his tongue along the seam of your lips. “L-let me freshen up,” you managed to get out, voice shaky as you (with great difficultly) held him away at arm’s length.  

At your words, he slowly made sense of them, his eyes refocussing before he gave you a short nod and politely stepped back. “Ok.” 

Before you could be tempted by that mouth of his once more, you made a dash for his bathroom, closing the door behind you. Immediately you began to rush out of your clothes, not even bothering to fold them properly because you were in such a hurry. You’d had this planned all night, wanting him to be rendered speechless, and staring at your lingerie cladded self in the giant mirror he had hooked to the wall, you reminded yourself to take a breather. You were going to walk out there calmly, the epitome of composed as you sought out his reaction. With one last look at your reflection, you walked towards the door and opened it. 

Seokjin was sat on the edge of the bed, legs sinfully spread (but oh so casually, which just made it hotter), but he wasn’t looking your way, his eyes darting around the room a little as if he was desperately trying to find some patience. Knowing he was riled and aroused made your head even more dizzy, and stopping by the doorframe, you called out to him. 

He looked your way instantly, eyes bulging even quicker. Actually they practically popped out on storks as he took in the sight of you in the baby blue underwear. He seemed paralysed. 

“Hey,” you smiled, all of a sudden feeling a little shy as you waited for him to say something. 

It took another moment, but then he was swallowing hard, wetting his mouth as his lips parted. “Oh, shit.” 

You smiled victoriously, those simple two words satisfying you fully. 

He outstretched his hand, voice thick and raspy as he beckoned you forward. “Come here.”

You obeyed, closing the distance between you quickly and Seokjin wasted no time clasping his hands around your hips as you stood in front of him, between his legs. If felt so good to finally have his hands on your bare skin. His touch was warm, soothing, but most of all, electrifying. Goosebumps spread as he dragged his fingers up and down your sides, his eyes drowning at the sight of you. 

“Do you like it? It’s not too much?” You asked, looking down at him. You glowed under his gaze. 

He lifted his head up, arching an eyebrow. “Do I like it? Is that supposed to be a genuine question?” He sounded just as baffled as he looked and it made you giggle. His fingers started to play with the thin waistband of your panties before delicately outlining the lace flower petals on your ass. The sensation made you shiver, and a small smile grew on his face as he watched you. “You look gorgeous.” He leaned forward, beginning to place small, gentle kisses on your abdomen and your skin rippled, butterflies appearing. “You’re beautiful.” He murmured, hot puffs of air hitting you, heating you up even more. 

You curled your hand in his hair, needing something to latch on to as you watched him mouth even more kisses along your flesh. The point of his tongue dipped into your navel scandalously, and as you gasped he looked up with his eyes and smirked, tongue now swirling invisible patterns along your stomach. The sight sent you a little gooey, legs feeling weak again as your heart thrummed inside your chest. 

“However… I was looking forward to undressing you…” He teased.

You teased right back. “You still have the lingerie.” 

He couldn’t handle that, growling quietly against your stomach, his hands rounding your ass to mould the flesh in his palms firmly. He’d soon tear the panties if he kept that up. Obviously the idea of stripping you naked sent him feral – something you’d remember well for this week. You yelped when you felt him sink his teeth into your hip bone, pulling him closer to your body by his hair, desperate for more. It was when you looked behind him, did you notice the pillar candles aflame on the two nightstands that sat either side of his bed. They weren’t burning before you’d entered the bathroom. You were sure of it. 

“Seokjin, did you light candles?” You asked without realising, changing the atmosphere slightly, but you didn’t mind too much, not when the image of Seokjin rushing to burn candles for the ~ambience~ was too damn adorable. 

He lifted from your skin, looking up at you. “Um, yeah.” He sounded a little awkward before he chuckled softly. “I thought against the slow R&B music.” 

“Good choice,” you laughed, fingers rubbing small circles into the nape of his neck. That would’ve been hilarious. 

“I’m totally out of my depth here…” He admitted, nudging you backwards a little to stand in front of you. He kept his hands on your waist, ducking down to be eye level with you. “I haven’t done this in a while.” 

“Snap,” you grinned, rubbing your nose against his as you wrapped your arms around his neck to hold him close. You kissed him deeply, feeling happy and relaxed. There wasn’t a nerve in sight and despite his honest words you knew he was at ease too.  

Your hands slipped over his shoulders and down his toned chest, stopping just before the waistband of his pants to tug at his t-shirt, untucking him. “You have to get naked too.” You whined, detaching your mouths. “I’m feeling sorely underdressed.” 

He let out an airy chuckle, immediately reaching for the neck of his shirt to tug it over his head. Your hands greedily started to explore his torso, running your fingers along his faintly lined abs before trailing up his hard chest. He shivered as you brushed against his nipples, a tiny laugh slipping from his throat. 

“What?” You laughed. 

“’Tickles.” He mumbled, leaning in for another kiss. You wrapped your arms around him, loving the feeling of his bare chest against yours, but soon enough you got impatient again, hands reaching for the button of his pants. You popped it open and proceeded to unzip him, at least giving his poor erection some reprieve. It had been pressed up against your lower stomach for quite some time, still rigid but as patient as ever. 

He took over, stepping back to push them past his hips, his lips still attached to yours. “Mm–Bed.” He hummed, taking you by the hips to switch places. You pulled away and sat down, watching him kick his pants off his feet and your eyes zoned in on the curve of his erection, hidden by his Armani underwear – black with a red waistband. His thighs were perfectly toned, his skim glowing in the soft lighting. He looked good enough to eat and your heart skipped a couple of beats as he walked forward. 

You laid back against the mattress, instantly groaning at how soft it was. You practically sunk inside. “Oh, damn this is comfy.” Rolling onto your side as Seokjin climbed on the bed, you hid your smirk. “I could just go to sleep…” 

“I don’t think so,” he told you, hovering over you. His hand smacked you ass causing you to squeal, and you flipped onto your back as he took the moment to cage you under his large body. 

This time his mouth completely bypassed your lips to kiss your chest, pressing into the indents of your collarbones before slipping to the tops of your breasts. He kissed the fabric, wetting it as his tongue traced the delicate flower petals and you gripped onto his shoulders with a moan as he encased one nipple between his lips, sucking gently, soaking the lace a darker shade of blue. “You drive me crazy,” he quietly panted, his hands reaching behind your back, arched into the pleasure he was giving you. “May I?” He asked, fingers finding the clasp of your bra. You nodded hastily, moaning louder when he lifted his head to kiss your lips. His motions were firm, tight pleasure filled grunts leaving him as he freed you of your lingerie. 

Immediately he pulled away, dark eyes soaking in your bare chest like it was the most stunning thing he’d ever seen. Your back arched further when his warm palms cupped your breasts, spreading a heat down your spine that settled between your legs. “You’re beautiful,” he awed, looking into your eyes, causing a sweet moan to fall from your lips. 

He moulded the soft flesh gently, before brushing his thumbs over your hardened nipples. That had you moaning again, pleasure you hadn’t felt in a long time rocketing up your body. It felt amazing to be touched by him, and you were greedy for more. He was on the same page, his lips replacing his thumbs, his tongue flicking against the sensitive bud that had you sighing out his name, your fingers threaded in his hair. He hummed against you, squeezing your breasts and pressing his body into yours – once – his erection pressing into your thighs, before he pulled away, kissing down your sternum before licking into your navel, his hands rubbing up and down the outside of your thighs. 

His lips avoided your clothed heat, which was frustrating to say the least. You were so eager by now, unsure if you could take much more kissing before you exploded, but Seokjin was a man determined – determined on kissing every inch of your body it seemed. He made it down one thigh before moving onto the next and as he got towards your knee you couldn’t help but giggle – it was beginning to tickle, but he didn’t stop, lips pressing down your calf.  

“Seokjinn,” you whined. 

He chuckled as he made his way back up the other leg, bending you at the knee before gently getting you to spread out for him. “What?” He murmured. Although you were distracted now, realising how aroused you had become, your underwear clinging to you desperately. He was kissing the inside of your thigh now, fingers hooked under the waistband of your panties and he was so close to where you wanted him you were trembling. He nosed his way to the apex of your thigh, groaning as he smelt you and then he was hastily tugging the lace down your legs, the last of your covering. Now you were totally naked in front of him, and he looked like he wanted to eat you up. 

“What do you want me to do?” He asked, voice gruff. He sounded so sexy. His eyes were glued to your centre yet he didn’t touch. When you didn’t reply, they flickered to your face. “Y/N. Hm?” 

You mind was a blur, you couldn’t think what to say, mainly because you wanted him to do anything and everything to you. You startled when he nosed the inside of your thigh, his hands sliding down your hips to grip the flesh underneath. “Taste you? Is that what you want?” He whispered, sending your insides somersaulting. He looked up as you nodded, and grinned. “You have to say it out loud, honey.” 

The bastard. He was teasing you. Trying to get under your skin. Your forced yourself to speak. “Taste me.” He hummed in response, pressing his mouth to your hip bone. You raised your tone, more determined. “Seokjin. Taste me.” 

He dived in. Placing gentle kisses up your slit, his lips ever so slightly brushing your clitoris. You moaned quietly, letting your eyes close as you laid back against the softest pillows you had ever felt. Your fists clutched the sheets, hips raising up when you felt the first wash of his tongue. Your breath caught, warmth turning you gooey. “Taste so good,” he mumbled into you – so quietly you wondered if you’d imagined it. 

You enjoyed the sensation for a few moments, quietly moaning intermittently before you felt the urge to take a peek. Opening your eyes and looking down your body, you saw Seokjin watching you, his eyes hungry. You quickly looked away, the back of your hand coming up to cover your mouth as a groan left you, your legs falling wider apart. The scene had been erotic but in all honesty you were feeling a little shy. It had been a long time since you’d had sex, so the idea of someone watching you so intimately made you feel funny. 

Seokjin was there to reassure you though. “Don’t look away, Y/N,” he murmured, pulling back to get your attention. “I want to see your face.” You looked again, watching him kneel low as he ran a hand up your thigh. His lips shone with your arousal. He looked beautiful. 

You moaned lowly when you felt him rub a finger at your entrance, and he watched you intently as he pushed inside, feeling you squeeze around the intrusion. He slowly began to curve the digit, pressing against your inner walls. Committed to pleasuring you, he watched your every reaction and this time you didn’t look away. 

“Does it feel good?” He asked, in awe as you writhed around on the bed, chasing the feeling. 

You moaned as you replied yes, only to jerk upwards when his thumb began to rub tiny circles against your clit. “Seokjin!” 

He liked that. Hearing you cry his name. He wanted to hear it more, dropping low to replace his thumb with his lips. He sucked the sensitive bud of nerves between them, flicking the tip of his tongue against it rapidly, earning him another cry, and he moaned gruffly against you, the vibrations shooting up your body. His free hand moved to your lower stomach, palm hot against your skin as he applied gentle pressure, holding you down. 

Oh god, you were a mass of pleasure, mind addled, unable to think straight. Not when he was making you feel so good. He slipped a second finger inside of you, his eyes flicking up to yours and you made it your life’s mission not to look away, chest heaving up and down as you squeezed around his digits. Your orgasm was building, pressure below getting harder to control – harder to ignore. Seokjin guessed it, breaking eye contact to bury his face further into your heat. The image was almost crude, so were the noises, but the most beautiful kind of crude. A crude that had you desperate for more. You jerked into him, rolling into each snap of his wrist, the pads of his fingers grazing your g-spot. 

“Want to make you cum,” he rasped, before sucking your clit back into his mouth and sucking determinedly. You groaned, head flinging back into the pillow, eyes clenched closed, a hand coming out to grip the roots of your hair as you rolled your hips into his face, giving into the pleasure well and truly. This orgasm was going to blow your brains out – and it did. 

In the end you had you to clamp your legs around Seokjin’s head in a bid to get him to stop, pleasure still rolling through your body as you panted like crazy. He eased from your clit, tongue dragging down your folds instead, meeting his fingers that were almost locked inside of your pulsing walls. With a grunt, he removed himself, kissing your mound one last time before he stopped. With his hands on your thighs as he kneeled between them, he watched you adoringly. 

“Oh, my god,” you panted weakly. Unsure what else you could say to describe what you’d just experienced. Why had he not been doing that from the get-go? From as soon as he’d reversed into your car?! 

That was all he needed anyway, your simple vocalisation, because no sooner had the words exited your mouth, he dived on you, kissing your mouth, your cheeks, your eyes, your forehead – whatever he could reach. “You’re amazing,” he gushed, his lips and chin still glistening with your wetness. You could taste yourself on him. It was glorious. His hands roamed your body like it was all new to him. As if he hadn’t been it for the last forty minutes or so. “Fuck. I can’t stop touching you.”

Your stomach flipped around, the sound of him cursing sending you dizzy. You licked into his mouth, kissing him messily, your hands raking up and down his back, before they settled on his ass. You gave the meat a squeeze and he grunted, pushing his crotch into yours. He was painfully hard – and desperate. (You hadn’t missed the way he’d been rutting into the mattress while going down on you…)

“Seokjin,” you breathed, moving your head to the side to get your words out. His tongue carried on going, swirling across your cheek. You liked getting messy with him. You tugged at his underwear. “Get naked. Need you.” 

“You don’t need a minute?” He asked, tongue now in your ear. He gyrated his hips into yours, grunting as he did so. 

You shook your head. “Like hell I do.” 

He laughed at that – breathlessly, but it was something. He moved, rushing out of the last bit of clothing he had on, and your eyes drunk up the sight. The missing piece. His dick was long and thick – smooth and warm once you got your hands on him. Hovering over you, you ran your fist up and down him steadily, just enjoying getting to touch him. He dropped to your side, pecking your lips before he pulled back.  “I need to be inside you.” 

You continued to touch him, running your fingers along the rigid flesh as he stretched behind him to pull a box from the nightstand drawer. 

It caught your attention right away. You raised both eyebrows as you let go of his length. “A hundred condoms?” 

He chuckled, sounding a little sheepish. “Too enthusiastic?”

“Do you want to kill me?” Death by (Dilf) dick wasn’t how you’d expected to go, if you were being honest. 

“Not particularly,” he shrugged, pulling one of the packet. (Discarding the box to the floor.) He turned back to you with an impish grin. “That’s why I bought the bumper pack of condoms.”

You rolled your eyes, pushing at his chest, but he grabbed your hand and kissed you, distracting you successfully. “No, if I’m being truthful,” he continued, letting you steal another kiss. “They were better value for money. I’m partial to a bargain.” 

“You’re unbelievable,” you scoffed. 

“You should’ve seen me purchasing them, I have never been more embarrassed in my life.” 

“Seokjin, you’re a near 40 year old man,” you judged openly, however on second thoughts – “But yeah, I’d be embarrassed buying a 100 condoms too.” 

Seokjin shuddered, looking mortified. “Just the thought of the cashier knowing I was going to get lucky…” 

You arched an eyebrow. “Get lucky?”

He looked comically caught out, eyes wide for a second before he shook his head. “Less talking now…” And then he was kissing you again…

Between rushed mouths and eager hands, he managed to tear the condom packet, pulling out the latex to slip it over his erection. Kneeling over you, you could see perfectly when he attempted to roll it the wrong way up.  “Oh, shit. Ignore that,” he muttered, fixing it immediately. 

You stifled a laugh. “Ignored.” 

He gave himself a tug, making sure everything was secure and your mouth practically watered. “Just warning you now, this may be a three pumps and Bam! kinda thing,” he informed you as he laid over you, pressing a kiss to your lips. “I am so turned on.”

You giggled, wrapping your arms around his middle. “I don’t mind. Just want you.” 

“I want you more.” He rubbed his nose against yours. 

Hitting his ass, you shot him a look. “It’s not a competition.” 

“Isn’t it?” He asked, pretending to be confused. 

“Quit stalling,” you whined. “Let’s have sex.” 

“Let’s,” he agreed with a warm smile. You turned gooey instantly. 

Pressing his knees to the mattress, he hovered over you, wrapping his hand around his dick to direct it between your legs. He rubbed the length up and down your slit, flesh heavy and hot, coating himself in your arousal. The sensation was good for you, but for him it seemed to blow his mind, eyes practically rolling back into his skull as he grunted. He stopped at your entrance, looking up at you as he slowly pushed the head inside. 

You shifted under him, trying to stay patient. You wanted nothing more than to be stuffed full of him, but realistically you needed to take things slow. You held onto his shoulders, silently telling him to continue. He let out a strained groan as he slipped in deeper, your walls snug and hot around him, begging him for more. Inch by glorious inch, you kept on taking him, until you were filled up just right. 

“Shit,” you uttered, looking up at the ceiling as you adjusted to the sensation. 

“Was that a curse?” He asked, voice tight but greatly amused as he nosed your throat. 

“Hardly.” Your voice was barely there, desperate for him to move. 

“I’d still class it as swearing.” He was holding his breath, yet still felt the need to be a smarty-pants. You moved your hips practically a centimetre and he grunted. He didn’t want you to win though. “I want more. Maybe not tonight, but I will turn your mouth filthy by the end of the week…”

A moan tore from your throat uncontrollably, and you couldn’t look at his face because you knew you’d be met with a gloating smirk. You steeled yourself, nose in the air. “Game on.” 

Seokjin laughed obnoxiously, but couldn’t wait any longer, slowly dragging out of you and then pushing back in. His breath hitched – so did yours, and he carried on, propping himself up with one hand as he gained a steady rhythm. 

“You feel so fucking good,” he moaned, watching your face. 

“You too.” You clung to him, feeling your face heat up and ended up dropping your gaze. 

“Honey, don’t be shy,” he whined, reaching to cup your face, in the process pressing more of his body weight into you. You clutched him tighter, wanting him as close as ever. “I like watching you. Knowing I’m making you feel good.” His mouth on yours now, you sunk into the kiss, moaning softly as his thrusts got quicker. You met each one, rolling into him. 

It wasn’t long before he was on your throat, kissing and nipping the skin, his hands exploring the rest of your body. Your ran your fingers through his hair, sighing sweety when his mouth wrapped around one of your nipples, slipping the hard flesh into his mouth to suck. 

Face pressed against your chest, his movements became a little erratic, breathing heavy until he was panting. You moaned along, loving how he was making you feel. “You are honestly the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.” He awed, voice raspy. 

You let out a weak chuckle, running your fingers through the ends of his hair. “Of course you would say that with a face full of my boobs.” 

He laughed too, kissing his way back up your chest, his hands pressing into the pillow as he leaned in for your mouth. You stared at one another for a little while, your moans mingling together, and it was the most intimate moment you’d ever shared with anyone. 

“Good?” He asked. You were unsure if he was asking how you were or if you were enjoying yourself, but regardless, the answer was the same. 

“Really good,” you smiled, running your hand down his chest. 

His thrust were getting messier, less controlled, less strategic, so it was no surprise when he had a confession to tell you, kissing you once again. “I’m-I’m… close.” 

He’d exceeded the predicted three pumps at least… “Hey, you can go a little harder,” you whispered against his mouth. 

He grunted, slacking at your words but quickly got a hold of himself. Each snap of his hips got firmer and harsher, fucking – because there was no other way to describe it – you into the expensive bed. Your cries of pleasure came out stunted and unsteady, his own grunts louder now, gruffer as he chased his end. 

“Seokjin –!” Your hands fell to his ass, holding him tight as he pounded into you. “Don’t stop,” you encouraged, which seemed to tip him over the edge – quickly. 

“Fuck. Coming…”” His face fell into the crook of your neck, panting as he tried to keep moving, and then he froze, his body hot, partly sweaty, a long drawn-out groan sounding against your ear as he came. 

You wrapped your arms around him, keeping him to you because in all honesty, you didn’t want to let him go. You could feel his heart beating against your chest rapidly, even after he’d partially caught his breath, and you knew yours was beating just as fast. You kissed his shoulder when he kissed yours, and slowly he lifted his head, turning to give you a drunken smile. He sighed contently. “That honestly beats any orgasm I’ve ever given myself lately.” 

“I should hope so!” You burst out laughing, not quite expecting those to be his first words and he immediately joined you before hugging you tight. 

.

.

You awoke naturally, light from outside peeking through the loosely closed drapes. Seokjin had his arm around you, his body curved into yours, and you could tell by his breathing he was still very much sound asleep. Proving your point, he grunted softly, rolling onto his back, his grip on you loosening. Carefully, you turned around to face him, taking in the sight of his sleeping form. His lips seemed to be pouted, eyebrows furrowed slightly – of course he had an adorable sleeping face. Of fricking course. 

The bed sheets were pushed down, draped across his pelvis, one hip sticking out, while his broad chest and toned stomach laid bare. You found yourself smiling, insanely happy, wondering if you’d been a saint in a past lifetime – you had to have been. How else had you hit the jackpot? A kind-hearted, beautiful man with a banging body? You’d struck big. 

Wanting to leave him sleep longer, you got up quietly, needing to pee, not worrying that you were butt naked, and as you left the bathroom, you moved to the closet (room) to fish for your phone in your purse. You’d left it there all evening yesterday, not wanting to be interrupted, and low and behold you had a bunch of notifications waiting for you on the screen. You got back into bed, getting comfy before you scrolled through them. Most were unimportant, news updates and social media notifications. You had a text from your mom reminding you to call your grandmother soon, one reminder regarding your phone bill going out tomorrow and then, from half an hour ago, a text message from your best friend. Why the hell was she up so early on a Sunday?! 

Soojung (8:32am) Spill the details girl! How was Mr. Dilf 🥵👨🏻🍆💦 

You snorted, pretty loudly, couldn’t help it, and when you realised you shoved a hand over your mouth, hoping you hadn’t woken your boyfriend (yes, it felt so good to finally use that word) up. You glanced over, but his eyes were still shut, a peaceful look on his face, so with a relieved inner sigh, you went back to your phone, wondering how you should reply. You had quite a lot to say, messaging her “the details” wouldn’t work. Maybe you could give her a summary? Until tomorrow when you could call her while Seokjin was at work. Maybe you could meet her for lunch. And who knew, you’d probably have more to tell her come then –

“Good morning, beautiful.” 

You jumped when you heard Seokjin’s voice, his arm wrapping around you once more as he snuggled closer, encasing you in his body warmth. 

“Seokjin,” you greeted, instantly shoving your phone onto the nightstand, face down. “Good morning.” 

“Mmm.” He rubbed his face into the crook of your neck, burrowing his arm under the covers to touch your skin, hand cupping your waist. He was still sleepy, voice groggy. You settled into his hold, closing your eyes. With a kiss to the top of your shoulder, he spoke again.  “What were you snorting at?”

Your eyes immediately flew open. He’d heard that? “Nothing,” you tried to reply casually. 

He laughed, the throaty sound shooting up your body, leaving warmth in its wake. “Come on, something made you laugh.” He lifted his head, looking at you pointedly, plump lips pressed together, mouth curving up slightly. “You have to share, it’ll be rude not to.” 

It took you a second to give in. “Fine.” It was probably time to let him know anyway. Soojung might try to kill you, but she couldn’t get you if you were gated in at Seokjin’s home…  You reached for your phone and flashed the screen on, holding it out to him. “Soojung’s an idiot,” you sighed. 

He delicately held the back of your hand, steadying the device so he could read the messages. A second later he was deeply amused, lips quirking before he let out a little laugh. “Has that been my nickname the entire time?” 

“Maybe…” Amongst other things… They could wait till later though. 

He hummed, trying to keep his expression casual, but you could tell by his eyes how amused (and smug) he was. “The emojis add a nice touch.” 

You rolled your eyes, about to tell him to shut up, but immediately his lips were pressed against yours. He kissed you sweetly – which was all just an act. When he pulled away, he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, tone arrogant. “So… how was Mr. Dilf?”

“Seokjin!” You exclaimed. This couldn’t be happening. He was just as bad as Soo and Taehyung. 

Laughing loudly, he kissed you again, caging you under him smoothly. Your hands reached for his biceps, feeling them flex underneath you. “Was it good enough for a round two? Don’t expect me to keep my hands off you,” he told you, his fingers tickling your stomach as his face fell to your neck, kissing and biting the skin. 

You began to laugh, squirming under him, but no matter how much you tried to free yourself it was impossible. “Stop,” you whined. “Seokjin, you’re tickling me!” He eased off with the tickling but his mouth only seemed to ramp up, his tongue licking up your throat. “You’re so sexy,” he groaned, meeting your gaze, and instantly laughed. “I love embarrassing you.” 

You grumbled, realising you’d started to blush. “I’m not embarrassed,” you insisted. “I’m turned on.” Two could play at that game. Seokjin’s eyes widened comically, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed. 

“Yeah?” He murmured, getting a hold of himself, mouth ghosting over yours. You nodded, dragging your hands down his back to settle on his ass. You could feel his dick rousing between your thighs. It was so easy to get him. He was like putty in your hands. 

“You’re okay though, mm?” He asked, tone softening as he stared into your eyes. “Did you enjoy last night?”

“I thought that was obvious,” you informed him, but his tenderness didn’t go ignored. God, you were really lucky. “I feel so happy,” you grinned, moving to clasp your arms around his neck. He grinned too, teeth on show, and then you couldn’t hold off any longer, kissing him eagerly.  

“Fuck,” he breathed, after you’d just licked a strip up his jaw line. His hands clung to hips. “I want you in so many ways.” 

You gave him a dangerous smirk. “We have all week, I’m sure you’ll be successful.” 

Groaning, he seemed beside himself, skin hot and sweaty, his hair dishevelled, falling into his eyes, cheeks patched red. Finally, he settled on a decision. “Would you like to shower with me?”

“Okay,” you replied instantly, your excitement already tenfold, and suddenly you were in his arms, rising off the bed to be carried (naked) bridle style to the bathroom. “Seokjin!” You squealed, clinging onto him tightly, but all he did was laugh. You could get used to this. 

His walk-in shower was grand, practically a separate wet room – two glass doors leading inside and a marbled tiled bench to the left with two panelled windows behind it. There were two showerheads – one large one attached to the ceiling and the other jutting out from the wall. Seokjin chose the centre one, knocking it on and enclosing you both in hot water. Warmth radiated from beneath your feet too – heated flooring, of course. 

You spent the next ten minutes wrapped together kissing, hands exploring one another’s soapy bodies. It wasn’t long before there was a very obvious erection bobbing against your stomach. “Someone says hello again,” Seokjin hummed against your mouth, nipping your bottom lip before he broke away and chuckled. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but you’ve been the cause of many an awkward boner.” 

You laughed, hooking one arm around his neck. “I noticed.” Your other hand wrapped around his dick, the wetness of his skin making it easy to glide your fist along the veiny shaft. You gazed up at him, admiring the way he’d pushed his wet hair above his forehead. He looked incredibly handsome – so handsome, you were finding it hard to control yourself. “Was this one of your ways?” You murmured. 

“Maybe,” he said with a smile, huffing out a little when your thumb grazed the sensitive slit across the head of his member. 

“I have a better idea…” You whispered, pushing a little at his chest. “Sit.” 

He obeyed, sitting on the bench while watching you wordlessly (but curiously), his eyes flashing when you moved to kneel in front of him. “Fuck,” he muttered, dick twitching in anticipation. You took him in your fist again, feeling oddly confident as you flicked out your tongue. It had been a long time since you’d sucked dick but you were more than ready. 

You washed your tongue across the head, hearing him grunt above you, and encouraged, you took him in your mouth, sucking firmly around the tip. His hands instantly reached for your head, fingers carding through your hair. He groaned lowly, thighs tense, but when you started to jerk your fist along his shaft, he relaxed into the pleasure, murmuring your name. 

“Okay, this idea seems better than mine,” he admitted, voice tight. 

You hummed in agreement, vibrations travelling up his length which made him groan, fingers in your hair tightening. Taking him deeper, you washed and swirled your tongue as best you could around the thick flesh. Seokjin’s length was impressive, but you had all week to grow accustomed to it, for now, you had your hand, continuing to stimulate him with both that and your mouth. The water from the shower hit your back and calves, the heat beneath you making sure you didn’t grow cold. 

“Should we go back to the bedroom?” Seokjin asked, sounding concerned, despite how good you were making him feel. A hand ran down your back soothingly. “Your knees will start aching.” 

Pulling off him, a string of saliva that attached you breaking apart, you shook your head and ran your palm all the way up his length, twisting against the tip. He bucked into your hold. “It’ll be worth it.” 

Seokjin let out a low growl, eyes dark. “Don’t say things like that.” 

You smirked, spreading your saliva up and down him slowly before speeding up, concentrating on the head. Seokjin’s mouth was open, his breathing shallow, chest littered with red blotches, making it painfully obvious how aroused he was. You wanted to run your hands all over the muscular torso, mouth too – but that could wait. First of all, you wanted to make him cum. 

“You have a pretty big dick. Has anyone ever told you that?” You purred, eyes flicking down to his crotch. 

Seokjin grinned confidently, the hand in his hair reaching to cup your cheek. “You seemed to handle it very well last night.” 

Oh. Heat exploded through your body, settling between your legs, and you took him back in your mouth, a hiss leaving his throat. He tapped your chin, gaining your attention. “Y/N, look at me,” he commanded softly. 

And you did. You watched every bit of pleasure that flitted across his face as you continued to suck his dick, never breaking eye contact, even when he did; eyelids closed, face scrunched up as he came down your throat a few minutes later…

Written 2020 - 2021. Please refrain from posting my work elsewhere. No translations allowed. © floralseokjin 2021

[ladyartemesia]

Fic recs for taehyung? I love your stuff btw I’ve read them all uwu

As a beacon of extra-ness in an already extra world, I am entirely incapable of just recommending fics like a normal blog. No. I’ve got to wax on like a bloomin connoisseur. I have compiled some (but not all) of my favorite works in several different categories and sorted them accordingly. This crazy list is so long I had to add a “keep reading”... but I simply couldn’t bear to leave any of these off the list. They are all so good!

Fics have been divided into 8 categories. Some are under the cut. 

 ▨ FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS and FRIENDS TO LOVERS ▨  ▨ ARRANGED MARRIAGE ▨ ▨ FANTASY ▨ ▨ ANGST WITH A HAPPY ENDING ▨ ▨ HYBRID and ABO (alpha/omega) ▨ ▨ MULTIPLE PARTNERS ▨ ▨ NEIGHBORS AND ROOMMATES ▨ ▨ TABOO THEMES and DARK FIC (Sex Work/Power Imbalance/Very Unsafe Sex) ▨ ▨

▨ FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS and FRIENDS TO LOVERS ▨

Insomnia by @hobiwonder

This is one of those fics I read and literally could not stop thinking about. It is wildly hot and honestly hilarious. Poor reader cannot sleep and the beautiful bro she’s tutoring offers a rather unconventional solution.

(Ego) Hoe Chronicles: KTH by @suga-kookiemonster

Listen. If you find a niche fan blog devoted entirely to Ego Tae... I’m not gonna say it’s mine. But it’s probably mine. I once told suga-kookiemonster that I would literally read a story about Ego Tae going grocery shopping on a Wednesday night and I stand by that. In this lurid romp, the reader falls into the clutches of everyone’s favorite bohemian sex lord and he rails her into another dimension.

Falling, Falling, Gone by @johobi

Pining (mutual or otherwise) is not really my thing, but I would straight up read Jo’s laundry list if she posted it. As usual I was blown away by how everything she does seems somehow better than any other version of it. This reader is really unique as well, and her relationship with the wildly popular soccer star Tae comes to a sexy and hilarious head at a sort of bachelor auction. With sharp dialogue, delightful subtext, and fantastic side characters, you really shouldn’t miss it. It’s pretty much perfect.

A Friendly Favor by @baeseoul

This is the classic “teach me some sex for another woman” trope and it is done so well. Sweet best friend Tae is looking to benefit from your experience, but his is not the only world about to be thouroughly rocked.

Officer Kim and the Criminal Crush by @ddaengyoonmin

This is one of the best twists on childhood friends to lovers I have ever seen. Tae grows up to become a cop and reader grows up to be a societal menace. I won’t spoil it, but it’s the perfect blend of nostalgia, tenderness, and smut. This fic technically doesn’t have a name so I had to give it one to link it. It’s part of an AMAZING series Zoe did that I also highly recommend.

Out of the Blue by @jimlingss

This is one of those stories that blooms throughout the narrative until you are left with this gorgeous flower at the end. I loved the journey of these two characters. It was real and it perfectly captures the experience of finding your soulmate in the person you least expect.

Sin Pijama by @brilliantlybasicb

This fic is a switch culture fic. It is wild wicked hot and this Tae is unreal. I love the way he lets the reader think she is in control just long enough. It is a wild romp with an adorable sequel and honestly you should read it.

Girls Like You by @jjiminah

I was in jjiminah’s asks IMMEDIATELY about this fic because I had FEELINGS. The reader begins wordlessly teasing and tempting Tae on their morning bus ride every day until he is literally losing his mind. Everything that follows is fire. Jjiminah has hinted she will wrote more for these two and I NEED IT.

Sighs and Sonnets by @btsaudge

This fic is beautiful. Like it’s basically art. This is a bad boy who is bad for you. But he has the soul of a poet and the stroke game of a renaissance master. Bittersweet and seductive, this fic is a full experience.

The Text by @taetaesbaebaepsae

Tae is your friend with benefits but it looks like feeling may have been caught by one or more parties. When you attempt to soothe your aching heart with another pretty boy, Tae decides to stake his claim. This was very sexy. The whole fic was sexy.

▨ ARRANGED MARRIAGE ▨

Monster by @neonlights92

Monster and all of its companion series about each of the boys is one of those fics that I reread constantly and also just think about constantly. This is one of the best mafia AUs out there and it’s characters are vivid and unforgettable. Tae’s stubborn resistance to his lovely new wife in contrast with her quiet, clever strength really brings this story to life. A word of warning. The masterlist links are a bit messed up. To read part two you must click on part three. And to read part three must click on part four. The link to part four is at the bottom of part three (or you can just search it on her site. It is definitely all there though).

Dichotomy by @kpopfanfictrash

There is a reason the incomparable Shanna is on this list three times. She is truly incomparable. This is childhood friends-to enemies-to spouses and it is wonderful. I adore this Tae. He is sharp and vulnerable and occasionally heavy handed, but truly a gem. This fic also features one of the best angry sex scenes I’ve ever run my eyeballs across.

▨ FANTASY ▨

Chism by @kpopfanfictrash

The world-building in this story is genuinely awe inspiring. You could write series upon series within this vivid universe. The god of Winter is missing and Summer’s heat burns unchecked for many years. The reader is a warrior with a unique ability tasked with guarding a very interesting prisoner. This story is so good. I mean it is really bloomin incredible. It’s hard to say what I liked best about it, because it was stellar across the board.

Obsidian by @kpopfanfictrash

In the pantheon of delicious Tae incarnations, Obsidian Taehyung is essentially unrivaled as a grey witch who moonlights as a sexy rock star. His extremely erotic clash with a white witch detective plays out as the two of them track down a sinister killer (with the help of some truly memorable side characters).

Out of this World by @ddaengyoonmin

This one is really unique. Tae is a merman scientist on the water planet of Neptune and when the reader and her misguided crew crash into his sea, he takes it upon himself to improve inter-species relations. This fic features excellent world building alongside several twists and surprises. Clever scientist Tae is downright irresistible.

▨ ANGST WITH A HAPPY ENDING ▨

Picking Flowers by @jamaisjoons

So this story is a journey - truly a beautiful one and it’s a gorgeous addition to the hanahaki genre. There is real pain and I cried real tears, but gosh it was so sexy and so worth it. I was surprised by how truly immersed I ended up in this piece. I lost track of everything else. The end is insanely satisfying, but the journey is really what makes this fic unmissable.

Until Yesterday by @jimlingss

This fic destroyed me slowly then slowly put me together again piece by piece. When I say I went through it - I WENT THROUGH IT. The story is loosely based on the movie “The Vow” and it is just fantastic. Beautiful and tender till the last word.

The Foolish Muse by @bibbykins

This is the story of someone who is deeply in love, but knows they deserve better. It is a sexy and evocative work with allusions to mythology that fit seamlessly into the narrative. I think my favorite part is Tae discovering how much the reader meant to him and what choices ultimately lead them to a really delicious conclusion.

Back to You by @ladyartemesia

The last time I did a fic rec list, it got like 700 notes. Ya girl is not makin the same mistake again. I spent hours on this list. My work is comin along for the ride. Kim Taehyung is the love of your life, until one day he disappears without a trace.

Vacancy by @ppersonna

This one is the only idol AU on the list and I normally don’t read those, but Lindy’s work is too good to miss in any setting. I am thrilled I took a look because what I found was a glimpse into a beautiful relationship that weathers and eventually overcomes the challenges of loving in the limelight. There is a LOT of emotional depth and symbolism which really elevates everything about this lovely story. The reader’s internal struggles in the face of her lover’s fame are extremely well done.

▨ HYBRID and ABO ▨ (alpha/omega)

Eye of the Tiger by @opaljm

I am beyond hype about this story which is (very) loosely inspired by Zootopia and features a cocky tiger Taehyung and a fiesty prey hybrid he needs to fake date in order to keep panther Jimin from murdering him. (Tiger Tae got a tad too frisky around Jimin’s mate and now things are dangerously awkward.) This story is already so freakin good. I cannot wait for the rest.

Silver and Blue by @taetaewonderland

What happens when you get on the wrong side of the right werewolf? Very sexy - very crazy times. Chronologically this is the first of the Silver and Blue series which follows barely civilized were-Tae through his courtship and eventually his relationship with the spunky reader. Holla to all my impreg kink homies. This is the fic for you.

Heat Run by @ladyartemesia

As I said before, the last time I did a fic rec list, it got like 700 notes. Ya girl is not makin the same mistake twice. I spent hours on this list. My work is comin along for the ride. Alpha lawyer V is a man of many secrets, but his well ordered reality spirals wildly out of control when he crosses paths with a fiery omega set on saving the world from his wicked ways.

Beautiful Stranger by @interludemoonchild

This was a wild ride from start to finish. Taehyung is a tiger hybrid shifter who escapes from the circus to be close to a veterinary student he bonded with. There is a lot of interesting twists and surprises in this one. I was definitely screaming at the end.

Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell by @jingabitch

A very young wolf hybrid Taehyung adopts you as his pet human when you are just a kid. After Tae leaves to serve in the military he returns to an adult version of his sweet little princess and chaos ensues. Mind the tags for this one folks. It’s excellent, but there are very triggering themes throughout.

▨ MULTIPLE PARTNERS ▨

Level of Restraint by @lemonjoonah

This is not strictly a Tae fic in that he is only one of three major players in this twisted masterpiece. Lemon is the undisputed queen of the surprise twist and this one is truly brilliant. People dropped this fic in the discord calling it the best fan fiction they had ever read and I am not here to argue with them at all. Fair warning, every word - every inch of this fic is sexy and it’s delicious brand of titillation is wrapped around your psyche good and tight by the end.

Four by @luxekook

The quadruplets next door are fueling your very lurid fantasies. It turns out they have some fantasies of their own... You will need water if you read this fic. This is the original patented Kim Taehyung Horny Hive Mind 4D Experience™

▨ NEIGHBORS AND ROOMMATES ▨

The Heat Wave Series by @curly-bangtan

The original story (chapter 1) in this series is definitely famous, but I don’t know how many people have read all 9 chapters and if you haven’t, you are really missing the incredible journey of two very horny idiots stumbling recklessly towards real and amazing love. Everything is set off when the air conditioner breaks and a pair of wild roommates shed their inhibitions along with their clothes.

Flicker by @chimoona

So this fic started out with adorable neighbor dynamics and ended with erotic rope tying. Baby I was ABOUT IT. This was so bloomin hot and also like sweet and tender. Really a sexy and sentimental treasure.

Not Your Typical Flower Shop Story by @jungtaeyoongles

This story goes from “aww” to “WHAT THE-” real quick. Fast paced plot and twist after twist turn the whole flower shop au upside down and then inside out. I can’t say more because spoilers but like - WOW.

▨ TABOO THEMES and DARK FIC ▨ (Sex Work/Power Imbalance/Very Unsafe Sex)

Extracurricular by @ppersonna

One of my favorite professor-student AUs. The reader writes her gorgeous professor a borderline erotic analysis of several major works of art and he feels compelled to discuss it with her privately. Lindy really outdid herself on this one. It is scorchin. Professor Tae is actually really sweet and somehow that just makes the whole thing hotter.

Akrasia by @nitaescence

This is insanely hot. Emphasis on the insane because it’s basically a super erotic romp where you have sex with a man you don’t know (Taehyung) on a crowded public bus. I literally felt my blood pressure going up the longer I read. Whew.

The Client by @jungkookiebus

This one hit me right in the feels. Taehyung is a sweet and lonely man who has a standing Wednesday appointment with an upscale sex worker. As the story progresses, feelings become involved on both sides. When I say I am checking her page thrice daily for part three... This is so engrossing. And this Tae. I just want to hold him.

Daffodil Dreams by @sombreboy

Tread carefully ladies and gents. This story is excellent, but it is easily the darkest fic on the list and, if you choose to read it, please read the trigger warnings carefully. The reader is a psychologist called in to analyze a very dangerous criminal. As their sessions progress, however, several boundaries are crossed.

Obey by @jjkfire

Taehyung is the most feared and ruthless member of the local mafia and you are the world’s most inept escort. You needed a job, but had no real interest in sex work and you’ve managed to fly under the radar as a glorified waitress until Kim Taehyung himself walks into your agency and decides that you’re the only girl he wants. Oh my gosh I loved this story so much. It was downright amazing and there is a surprise at the end that makes everything even sweeter.

[nevertheless-moving]

Suicidal Misunderstanding XI

Part I - - - - - Part II - - - - - Part III - - - - - Part IV - - - - - Part V - - - - - Part VI - - - - - Part VII - - - - - Part VIII - - - - - Part IX - - - - - Part X

Star Wars Time Travel AU #27

Anakin left his first ‘soul healing’ appointment feeling on edge. They hadn’t even discussed anything important! The healer mostly talked at him, giving him rules for future sessions. They had barely touched on the reason he was there, which was both a relief and slightly irritating. ...He was a little uncertain what to do with him time now. 

Obi-Wan hadn’t responded to him at all during his visit that morning, laying motionless in an apparently self-induced coma, and he wasn’t allowed to sit with him again until the evening. He wasn’t allowed to look at anything to do with the war until Mace cleared him. Returning to his and Obi-Wan’s quarter’s was still unthinkable, even though he knew he’d have to go back at some point before Ashoka landed on planet. 

The Chancellor had left him several messages inviting him for a visit, but he was dragging his feet, despite the serious temptation of an always comforting father-figure. The thought of actually seeing the man made him feel practically sick with anger and betrayal. Obi-Wan had been convinced that Palpatine was trying to tear them apart. And while Anakin didn’t quite believe that... he had told Obi-Wan about what he had done after his mother’s death. Maybe someday, when Obi-Wan was better, he would be able to believe it was all for the best, but for now...he was just angry. 

He hadn’t really been angry at the man before, and didn’t enjoy the sensation.

Padme had told him she would be working from home as much as possible the next few days. While he didn’t want to be an annoyance, there wasn’t really anyone else he could turn to for advice or comfort right now, and she seemed almost as desperate for the reassurance of his company as he was of hers...and the Master of the Order seemed to at least tolerate their relationship, even if he didn’t know all the details.

He arrived at her apartment and promptly collapsed on the couch. 

“Is it alright if I join you?” Padme asked softly. 

Anakin smiled at her. “More than alright”

She sat down. He shifted so she could lean against him comfortably.

“Do you want to talk right now, or should I do some paperwork?” she asked neutrally.

He groaned. “It’s- I’m not sure if I’m being immature. Should I go see Palpatine?”

She stiffened. “The Chancellor? I- I thought we had specifically agreed not to talk about him if we could help it. Have his politics started to bother you?” she asked dryly. 

He rolled his eyes. “No, I still believe he’s the best chance for ending the war quickly- you know my friendship with him is personal, not political.”

“This is a personal problem then. Does it...have something to do with Obi-Wan? Are you not supposed to tell him about- what happened?”

“No, I’m sure the council’s already informed him, he is the Chancellor, after all; they would have to tell him if a High General was out of commission,” he replied, a touch bitterly. 

“But it does have something to do with Obi-Wan,” she nudged.

“Yeah. It- he was the one who told Obi-Wan. About me. With the Raiders.” he ground out, suppressing a flash of anger.

“Oh. Oh! I didn’t realize he knew. He- had he urged you to tell Obi-Wan before?” she asked, slightly guilty.

“No!” Anakin snarled back. “He swore to keep it a secret, told me that my revenge was justified.”

“I’m sorry- the Chancellor of the Republic told you that what you did was justified? Padme sounded shocked and Anakin turned to her with wide eyes.

“Do you...you told me you understood...but...we’ve never really talked about it since it happened, have we?” He replied miserably. 

She pulled away, heart pounding. “Anakin...do you think what you did was justified?”

He looked down “At the time I told myself it was...but I don’t know. Even right after...I thought about the kids. You have no idea how much clearer everything seems when your channeling the force with anger even though afterwards...I told myself they were animals but...I...when I was talking to Obi-Wan I realized that...I think I was just scared that if the order ever found out I’d lose everything which made me angry...And the Chancellor agreed that animals sometimes needed to be put down...and you said you understood.” He looked up at her uncertain.

She let out a sigh of relief. Of course Anakin knew his action’s were wrong, if he was so torn up about it. She took his hands in hers, stroking softly. 

“Anakin...I know it’s not exactly the same, but I do understand wanting revenge. I helped personally liberate and clean up many of the trade federation camps. I buried the rotting corpses of my people, who I left to die- then returned back to my office to watch Nate Gunray get out on parole. If someone had handed me the power to kill every single Neimodian at the right moment-” She let out a breath, seething.

“But...no one did. I couldn’t have gotten revenge like that, even if I had wanted to. And now...gods Anakin, understanding why isn’t the same as saying it’s justified- I might still hate the trade federation, but that doesn’t mean that every Neimoidian is guilt of their crime, no matter my personal feelings. I really, truly don’t know what to say about the Chancellor telling you what he did, or keeping your secret, or breaking your trust.”

They sat in silence for a moment as he digested everything.

“I...think I get what you mean about separating out justifying and understanding. Maybe that’s what he meant, and I just wasn’t smart enough to realize what he was saying at the time. I want to ask him, but I’m still mad and... I just don’t want to lose my friend because I’m angry.” he finished unhappily.

She sighed, then pressed a delicate kiss to his cheek. 

“Then tell him that. Leave him a message. A friend would understand holding off a conversation while you’re upset. And a politician should certainly understand holding back your feelings so they don’t dictate your actions.” 

He smiled at her, “How did you get so wise?”

“I was a Queen, you know,” she replied haughtily.

“Oh a Queen, I hadn’t realized, do forgive my impertinence,” he said cheekily, pulling her closer. 

She pushed him back. “Message first. He’s almost certainly in a Senate committee meeting right now, it’s the perfect time.”

He relented. They briefly hashed out what he was going to say. Then she drifted to the other room while he pulled out his mobile official senatorial comm-link, biting his lip nervously.

Much to his dismay, the Chancellor picked up on the last ring, holo opening up.

“Anakin, my boy! So good to hear from you; I had been getting worried. How are you?

Steeling himself, Anakin launched into their prepared monologue.

“Chancellor, you of all people know that I struggle with anger; I’m trying to work on not allowing it to dictate how I act towards those I value. That being said, in the interest of preserving our friendship and until Obi-Wan is fully healed, I think it’s best we avoid unnecessary communications.”

“Anakin! I don’t-” Palpatine tried to reply, but Anakin cut him off.

“Thank you again for your understanding. I will of course diligently reply to any military or professional requests sent through the proper channels.”

Anakin closed the connection with a click, heart pounding. The comm immediately lit back-up.

“What do I do?” he asked Padme, feeling nauseous.

Was this the right choice? Surely his friend would understand. He didn’t want to yell at the Chancellor just because he was still working through Obi-Wan’s issues and his issues with Obi-Wan! Or was he just acting out of fear? Maybe the Chancellor could help.

He started to reach for the comm, but Padme snatched it from the table first. She threw it to the ground, delicately lifted the hem of her dress, then pierced it with the heel of her shoe. It stopped mid trill.

“Let’s go to bed.”

“I love you.” He replied, looking at her adoringly. 

“I know.”

Next (Part XII)

[xjoonchildx]

guilty | knj x reader | epilogue: better than okay

summary: as the man at the top, kim namjoon has almost everything he wants. almost. could a familiar face from the past change his future?

pairing: namjoon x reader

genre: mafia AU, smut, fluff. a lot of fluff. SO MUCH FLUFF. but also smut. am i making any sense? is this thing on?

rating: 18+

word count: 1.9K

author’s note: okay, guys.  here is an unplanned, totally out-of-left-field drabble/epilogue for guilty.  i got a few messages from you guys that you’d love to check in on these two after the night in the penthouse. once i saw those messages, it’s like i couldn’t unsee them and i had to write this before i could move on with my life to give mr. min yoongi the guarded treatment he deserves.  

this is fluffy. lots of feelings? it’s interesting because i’ve never alluded to marriage or children or even had my characters “use the L word” in any of my fics. it’s not usually my style, i guess? i like to leave a lot of the feelings implied. BUT in this case, i felt it was appropriate.

i hope you guys like this. i hope it’s a satisfying wrap to the story of these two characters.  i can’t wait to get going on yoongi’s story and hope to have something out on that soon. beta read by the amazing @ladyartemesia​ and @hobi-gif two brains i cannot live without!

thanks to every last one of you who read and message me about these fics.  i wish you knew how genuinely happy that makes me.

Chapter 01 | 02 | 03

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The villa is quiet but for the muted whirr of the air conditioning units when you return.  

You walk from room to room, coming up empty each time you open a new door.  It’s only when you walk out back to the deck that you find them.

They’re napping together in the sun, faces shaded by an oversized beach umbrella.  

Dasom is curled securely into her father’s side, lashes moist against cheeks rosy with heat.  One chubby arm draped over his chest, possessive over him even in sleep.  You’ve come to accept that this is the way of things these days -- Dasom is in the throes of an all-consuming daddy phase.  Your little girl seems to have conveniently forgotten which of you did all the hard work of bringing her into the world.  

You stare down into her beautiful, traitorous little face -- tucked into his golden, carved body and your heart does a funny little flip.  

You didn’t know it was possible to love this deeply.

Namjoon stirs when you delicately extract Dasom from his hold, careful not to wake her.  He pouts even before he’s fully awake, mourning the loss of her comforting weight.  It’s only then that his eyes open -- hooded and drowsy -- and the corners of his mouth quirk into a tired smile.  

There’s that funny little flip again.

You put one finger over your lips to silence him and he nods, eyes falling shut one more time.

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You handle Dasom with the kind of care you’d give a live bomb.

You carry her back into the villa slowly, afraid to make a sound and careful to avoid any sudden movements.  It’s a painstaking process but eventually your hard work pays off.  After some very careful footwork she is lying down in the crib, one hand fisted into her favorite blanket.  

The one that smells like daddy, of course.

You stand there and watch the steady rise and fall of her chest for a while.  

It’s a stroke of serendipity that Dasom favors your mother as much as she does.  You never would have imagined she’d share a face as well as a name with the matriarch she’ll never meet.  

Life has such an interesting way of coming full circle sometimes.

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Namjoon is still resting when you make your way back to the deck.

His long, strong body is sprawled out across the massive sun chaise, droplets of water not yet vaporized by the sun clinging to his skin and hair. He looks so young like this -- rested and peaceful and bronzed -- millions of mental miles away from the pressure of his responsibilities in Seoul. 

You’ll never get over how handsome he is.

Never.

You’d come home from your massage today with a very specific goal in mind -- but you take one look at your sleeping husband and hesitate.  These moments really are so few and far between for him.  

You should let him rest. 

You bend down to drop a soft kiss on his cheek before heading back inside.  But as you straighten to leave, his hands come up to grab you.  Strong fingers grip your waist, dragging you down onto the chaise.

Onto him.

“Namjoon,” you whisper a paper-thin protest, lips at his ear.  The rough material of his swim trunks scrapes against your thighs as you straddle him.  “I thought you were sleeping.”

“Why would I do that,” he murmurs, hands stroking down your sides, “when I could be doing this?”

Good question.

He kisses you then, slow and languorous, pressing you into his chest with hands splayed against the small of your back.  You sigh when they slip lower to grip your ass -- to drag you against the cock now stirring to life between his legs.

“You really do need your rest,” you protest as his lips move up the column of your neck.

“Quit bossing me around,” he mutters, nipping at you like a reprimand. “I know exactly what I need.”

His hands stray from the cup of your ass then, slipping under your sundress and just a heartbeat later you feel his smile against your skin.  

He hums his satisfaction at finding you completely bare beneath the thin material. His fingertips glide over the soft skin of your legs, touch feather-light. 

“You were gonna let me sleep, huh?”

“Yes, of course,” you insist, rolling your hips experimentally against the bulge you can now feel throbbing beneath you, straining against his trunks. 

“Liar,” he accuses, the deep timbre of his voice sending a shiver up your back. His hands drop to the hem of your dress and he pulls it over your head in one smooth motion, throwing it aside.

You lean into him, claiming a kiss with one arm wrapped around his neck. Namjoon lets you steer this one, content to let you explore his mouth at your own pace.  Your hands card into his hair and you grind down against him as you taste him, taking his bottom lip between your teeth.  

Microscopic grains of sand tickle your skin as your body slides against his.

There’s no concern for privacy, despite the fact that you’re naked on top of your husband in the outdoors.  This piece of Jeju Island is Namjoon’s, and the armed men who stand guard at the entrance to this compound at his command are tasked with ensuring no one and nothing comes near.  

This is the safest place in the world right now.  

At this villa.  On this chaise.  In his arms.

Namjoon makes an impatient sound from deep in his chest while you rock mindlessly against him.  He slips a hand down to your apex and drags one long finger across your opening.  He groans when he finds you messy for him, thighs slick with sweat and excitement.

“Minx,” he teases, teeth at your neck.  “I’m playing right into your hands.”

“So you are,” you agree as he kisses his way down, mouth open and wet against your breast until he reaches one aching nipple, already at attention.  He rakes his teeth over it and you suck in a sharp breath, jolting at the stimulation.  Then he turns his head to mouth at the other nipple, softer this time.  You jerk again in his hold.

“Sensitive?” he muses, one brow lifted.  

“V-very,” you stammer, pulling back.  “It’s too much.”

Namjoon makes a curious sound under his breath as he pulls you closer.  Your nipples graze against the sun-warm planes of his chest but this time the sensation is bearable, skirting closer to pleasure than pain.  

You tighten your hold around his neck, moaning when he sinks one finger inside of you, thumb closing over your clit at the same time.

“Yes,” you whisper. “Yes, yes, yes.”

Namjoon knows exactly how to touch you, where and for how long.  He can take you apart and put you back together with breathtaking precision now that he knows you -- quite literally -- inside and out. Years of trial and error distilled down to the most masterful strokes, culminating in skill that has you shaking in his arms in no time.

“No, Jagi,” he chides, sensing you’re well on your way to coming undone with his fingers inside of you and his mouth against yours.  “Save this one for me.”

You whine on an exhale when he pulls away from you long enough to shove his swim trunks off his hips.  He takes himself in hand, a soft smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as he watches you.  

“What is it?” you ask, suddenly self-conscious.  

You cross your arms over yourself without thinking. Your body has changed so much since Dasom came into the world.  It’s impossible to ignore the new fullness of your breasts, the added roundness in your hips and thighs.

Namjoon tuts under his breath.

“Don’t hide from me,” he admonishes quietly, pulling you back in.  “I just like to look at you sometimes.”  He lifts your hips over his with steady hands, gazing up into your face.  “Still the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

He punctuates that sentiment with his cock, guiding you down and lifting his own hips to meet yours halfway.  You whimper at the perfect fullness you feel when he’s anchored deep, completely sheathed inside of you. 

“Namjoon,” you breathe, rocking impatiently into his deliberate grind.  “God, you feel so good.”

He smiles into the kiss he plants on you; rolling his hips slowly, thrusts careful and unhurried. 

Here there’s no urgent calls waiting, no Seokjin or Yoongi to interrupt -- just you and him melding together against the backdrop of the beach and waves.  He savors this moment -- basks in it -- cock buried deep inside of you, lips plush against yours.

It goes on like that, slow and sweaty and snug, until the release he’d stirred inside of you just a few moments ago threatens again.  You feel it looming, circling when he pulls his knees up and strokes deep against your most sensitive spots.  You pull your mouth away to cry out and his grip on your hips tightens, keeping you from pulling back.

“Come apart for me Jagi,” he groans, thrusts building in intensity,  “Come around me.”

You’ve never been able to deny him a thing -- and certainly not this.  

You stop fighting back against the pleasure, surrendering to the sensation.  You let it wash over you, holding tight to Namjoon for balance as his own release ignites.  He whispers your name over and over as his thrusts become frenzied, thighs straining when he empties himself inside of you.  

You fall onto him then, spent and limp. 

You lie together like that for a while, bodies warm in the sun, the sound of water lapping against the shore lulling you both into relaxation.  Namjoon drops a kiss on your temple, fingers tracing soft lines up and down your spine. 

Everything is going to be okay. 

Your think back to the penthouse and the promise Namjoon made to you at the very beginning. Since then it’s become a shared mantra of sorts, whispered between you both during times of trouble.  

He’d promised you that again when you thought grief would pull you apart at the seams after your mother died. You promised the same to him when his worry and doubts about fatherhood nearly broke him in the months before Dasom’s arrival.  

“Our baby isn’t a baby anymore,” Namjoon laments in a whisper, interrupting your thoughts. “I was watching her today on the beach, walking in the sand. She’s so independent now.  Not much longer and she won’t even need me.”

“Don’t be silly,” you soothe. “She’s always going to need you.”

He hums thoughtfully, chest rumbling beneath you.

“Well, I was thinking -- ” he clears his throat before continuing, “ -- that maybe it’s time for another.”

You tuck your head under his chin, smiling to yourself.  

“Another?” 

“Another baby.”

“That’s a good idea,” you murmur, taking one of his hands in yours.  You guide it down to the swell of your belly, relishing the way he sucks in a deep breath.

“Really?

“Really.”

“Now?”

“Not now now,” you tease. “Now as in about seven months from now.”

Namjoon slips two fingers under your chin to tip your lips towards his.

“That’s good, Jagi,” he exhales, kissing you softly.  “That’s real good.”

He winds his fingers through yours and you stare at your joined hands.

Everything is going to be okay.   

But everything is not okay. 

It’s so much better than that.

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[sashi-ya]

{+18} – Cherry Blossom & Tangerines – Trafalgar Law x Y/n – Part 4

Modern AU. Trip to Jeju Island, SK. No spoilers.

Female reader. No physical descriptions. Everybody is +18, canon ages. Chopper is human.

Tw: NSFW, Bondage, soft sub/dom relationship. Fluff.

A/N: Everything included of Jeju Island is pure research. Excuse me in advance if there is something that’s not 100% accurate! Keep in mind is purely inspired ♥

The drawing was inspired on a draw base I found at Pinterest, I couldn't find the artist of the base, so if you know it please tell me ♥

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31059467

» List of parts: {P1} {P2} {P3} {P4} {P5} {P6}«

Word Count: 4.3K

Chapter 4

Outside, the storm was hitting really hard. The thunder sounds mixed with the waves going violent and some lightings sneaked through the little windows the beacon had. The temperature on the coast had lowered considerably, but inside our love nest, our skin began to heat more and more.

Law slid a hand through my thighs, and slowly lifted my dress. His warm hands traveled through my leg, feeling his fingers burying on my skin as he went up. I got his grey gaze fixed on my eyes; an almost perverse smile garnished his face.

He grabbed the inside of my thighs, firmly, almost violently. A piercing sight that screamed how he wanted to devour me showed on his eyes.

Law smirked, planted a kiss on my lips, and then whispered into my ear, “We haven’t discussed anything about kinks yet, right?”. I gasped, my breathing was already uncontrolled, but I managed to answer a strangle “We… didn’t”. What kinks does this man have?...

“Don’t be afraid, we are not doing anything you don’t want, ok?. I like, sometimes, to have control over others”, he said, and the ghosting breath over my neck and ear made my body squirm. “You do?”, I mumbled. “I do, almost as if you were entering my room… my operation room. Do you want to be controlled, Y/n-ya?”. Of course, I want to, I’ve been waiting for this, Law. “Yes… master? sir?” I asked, and made him aware that I was clearly into that type of sexual dynamics.

“Good…”, he said, now with a bigger smile and a burning eyes. “Stand up, and do as I say. If something makes you uncomfortable, please, tell me. Is that right?. Oh, and Sir it’s ok”, he ordered me.

“Yes, Sir”, I said as I got up from the pillows on the floor. He sat on a little single couch that was suspiciously placed just in front of the spot he had ordered me to stand on.

Law crossed his legs in the most seductive way, unbuttoned the first five buttons of his shirt and said, “Good, baby. Now, undress for me -slowly-”. He told me pointing at a specific spot next to the spiral staircase of the lighthouse.

I had decided to completely surrender to him, he was now, my master. I did as he said instantly. I took off my dress, sliding the soft fabric material over my sunburned skin. I was still in my swimsuit, and stopped for a minute wondering if I had to take that off too. “I love your bikini, but I want you completely naked for me”, he told me, turning his head to the side checking every inch of my skin, every curve.

When I was finally naked, he raised his right tattooed hand and marked me with his index finger to knelt in front of him. I did as he moved his finger, almost if he had some sort of power capable of moving my body.

He stood up, approached me and began to untie his swim shorts. I thought he was going to take the shorts off, but didn’t. He simply took the cord of them, and the shorts slowly became loosen and got lower enough to be stopped by his hip bones, but letting my eyes admire the little happy trail of hairs in the middle of his perfectly V shaped abs.

“Give me your hands”, he commanded me, looking down at me. “Yes”, I gasped. “Yes, what?” he said, frowning. “Yes, sir” I corrected myself quickly as I showed him my hands. “Good, baby girl. I love your wrists, you know?”, my master said caressing them sweetly. Until all of a sudden and with an almost savage movement he brought my hands back and began to tie them with the cord of his shorts on the handrail of the staircase.

“There you go… now I got you completely for me. Are you ok with this? just tell me if you don’t” he said in a sexy tone mixed with true respect for my boundaries.

Truth is, that I love bondage in all of its forms, so I was more than ok. “I’m good, Sir”, I answered him, this time with a lascivious sight.

Law took his shirt off and after worshiping my body for a few seconds, he went straight to my breasts, also kneeling in front of me. “I’ve been wanting to do this since the other night. God, I love your boobs”, he said while massaging them, sometimes brushing his palms over my hard nipples. The tingling sensation that spread around my whole body but that finally concentrated on my core, made my eyes roll back.

He was now using his tongue over my nipples, tracing little circles around them, sucking, biting them. My knees hurt, my wrists too as I moved squirming for the pleasure his skilled mouth gave me. Yet, the pain didn’t bother me, it was only raising up the arousal I felt for that man.

“Get up”, he dictated me. I knew what it was coming, I knew it well. I struggled a little, but my hands were properly tight pretty up for me to stand up with no problems.

Law looked at me from head to toes, and bit my neck fiercely. Again, the pain just made myself even more horny. “Uhg Law…” I groaned. “Spread your legs”, he said and used his right leg to separate them with a simple movement.

A finger, two, three penetrated inside me, up, down, back and forth. Of course, he knew where the critical points of a woman's pleasure were, he knew the anatomy to perfection. The rhythm of his technique increased, and as my legs became weaker for pleasure, he placed his hands over my carotids.

The faster the fingering, the harder he pressed the sides of my neck. I had dreamt of being choked with those inked hands since the first time I saw them.

“L-Law.. I’m- coming…” I said as I tried to gasp for air. “Oh… you do?” he said, teasing me, and when I was about to reach the climax he suddenly stopped. “I don’t want you to cum so fast, baby girl”, he said planting a kiss on my neck.

The frustrating feeling of not being allowed to finally release all the accumulated pleasure, made me instantly beg to him with my blushed cheeks, filled with burning blood, “Please, sir, let me finish”.

“Not yet, baby, why are you rushing? We have all night”, he said as he knelt down. His face was now next to my sex. Law hugged my hips and placed his cheek over my lower stomach. “I want to taste you first, darling”, he said and started kissing my overly sensitive skin, lowering his mouth until the entrance of my cunt. “Mmh, I bet your legs are a little bit tired, why don’t you try sitting over my face?”, he said grabbing my ass pushing me closer to his face. “I like to be in control, but hey, having the pussy of a goddess like you over my face, it’s just too good”. And as he said so, he pulled me even harder so I couldn’t keep composure and let my whole body weight fall over his face. “Good”, I heard him mumble, while helping me place the back of my thighs over his shoulders.

Using his tongue and mouth, he devoured my whole sex. I couldn’t help but brush my fingers through his black hair, pulling some strands as I reached the peak of pleasure. “Come for me, baby”, he said and the knot on my lower stomach finally unleashed. It was the first time a man made me squirt, so I got a little embarrassed, yet, Law enjoyed every last drop of it.

“Very good, baby girl. Your taste is just wonderful… ready for the second round?”, he asked me as he stood up. I noticed the hard bulge on his loosen swim shorts, and thought on how I wanted him to fuck me right there.

Law untied me and ordered me, “knelt there, over the pillows. I want to fuck your mouth, baby”. I bit my lower lip anticipating the sweet taste of his cock and headed to the pillows, “Yes, sir”.

“Open big, show me your tongue”, he ordered me while letting his shorts fall to the floor and revealing his erect member. I licked my lips and opened my mouth, sticking my tongue out waiting for him to feed me with his manhood.

He had his dick on his hand, slowly approaching the tip of it to my tongue. I licked it and tasted his fluids, delighted, looking up at him as I did. That probably sparked the fire inside him because I saw how his gaze turned from calm to one more primal, more desire driven. He grabbed my face, putting one of his hands under my mandible and the other on the back of my head, and penetrated my mouth merciless.

I took every thrust, gaging, drooling. Tears running through my cheeks, and my sight fixed on his. His little moans, groans, almost shouts of pleasure played like a symphony for me. I was all about being completely submitted to his pleasure, I enjoyed it, I wanted him to cum all over my mouth and chest.

He was about to finish, when he stopped. “Good job, baby girl. But now, I want to fuck you hard and cum inside you”. We shouldn’t, I thought, but I didn’t have the power to say no, inside of me I wanted him to impregnate me with his warm fluids.

He pushed me softly and I laid down over the pillows, Law was now above me. He didn’t take too much time and plunge into me. He alternated quick violent thrusts with slower, and gentle ones.

Beads of sweat ran through our bodies, his hard cock spreading my walls, our breathing getting faster, my nails carving into his back’s skin, his hands grabbing hard my hip bones while fucking me. Some kisses, some moaning without taking our lips apart, breathing his warm breath. I was being sent to heaven, or hell, who knows.

“I. Want. To. Fuck. You. Every. Night. From. Now. On.” he said with every deep deep thrust. I could only moan a simple, “uhm, yes Law, please”.

I lowered my eyelids, threw my head back and surrendered to an intense orgasm, followed by my master, who filled me up with his thick, creamy love juice to a hard moan.

We remained like this, covered in sweat, spellbound with the scent of our bodies, with the pulsating feeling that we still had in our sexes. I had the height of Law’s body over mine, feeling on my neck how his breathing slowly returned to normal, was heavenly.

A few minutes after, he rolled to the side, covered his eyes with his forearm and said, “I mean it. I want to fuck you every single night from now on”. I sighed, “that’s a proposal that lacks romanticism, but I’ll take it. You fucked me good, doctor”.

He uncovered his eyes, looked at me, and pulled me closer to his body, “Don’t worry, I haven’t made any proposal... yet”.

“What?... did he…” my thoughts got interrupted with Law placing his arm on my back, pulling me even closer. “come closer…” he commanded me, and I laid my head over his naked chest. His soft, hairless, tanned, tattooed chest made the perfect pillow, I wished I could use it every single night from now on.

Relaxing to the sounds of the storm that was no near to be over, we finally fell asleep. But, the sexy time wasn’t over yet because a few hours later, I woke up being spooned by Law, and even him being asleep I could feel his erection over my ass.

I was exhausted, and yet, I couldn’t help but grind myself against him softly, and if it happened to wake Law up... oh well.

And it did.

Half asleep, half awake, Law lifted my leg and caressed softly my entrance but without penetrating me, with his member on his hand. With a sleepy voice, he whispered from behind, “you are insatiable, right doll?”, and placed a kiss on the back part of my shoulder.

I wanted him to sink deep inside of me, I wanted him to fuck me, fast. He played with his member and the juices of my arousal, lubricating it, while stroking it with his hands. His breathing over my nape, the random kisses he placed. His hand over my breast, squeezing hard. It was like a sweet torture to me.

“Just fuck me already, Law”, I begged him. “heh, your wish is my command, baby girl”, he said and in a single movement he buried himself into me. “Mhhh…”, I moaned in response, loud, relieving.

Law grabbed my face, squeezing my cheeks, introducing his index finger inside my mouth as he fucked me from behind. “Suck it”, he ordered me, and I licked and sucked the “E” tattooed finger. “Good girl”, he said, and brought his hand over my clit. Without stopping the plunging, he traced circles over my pleasure point, making the stimulation even stronger.

After a few more rounds of intense pleasure, our bodies finally fell into exhaustion.

A sunray sneaked through the skylight of the lighthouse and hit directly into my face. I slowly opened my eyes. Law had his arm over my waist, hugging me from behind. I moved on the sly, trying not to wake him up. It was pretty early yet, so I let him sleep a little bit more.

I remembered I hadn’t sent any messages to my friends since last night, so I searched for my phone hoping it still had some battery left. The screen was covered in notifications from my girlfriends, so I rushed to the chat group to tell them I was ok. “@SunflowerDr > I’m fine, -more than fine- I’m sure the boys have told you where I am. I’ll tell you the details when I come back. Don’t miss me ;)”.

“Morning…”, I heard Law saying with a sleepy voice, rubbing his eyes with his forearm and yawning. A few wrinkled blankets were covering his legs from under the belly button. I traveled my eyes over his anatomy, following every inch of it, every inch of his slightly dusky inked skin. I approached him and flopped down on the pillow bed.

Resting at his side, we both looked at each other, “Good morning”, I said. He placed his hand over the side of my head and brushed softly my hair.

I kept admiring the sharp facial features that drove me crazy. His alluring grey eyes, the little eye bags around them, how the sun from the past days has tinted his cheeks a little bit red, his sharped snub nose, the enticing lips and the facial hair he had that made my heart burst in … perhaps… love?.

I’m not sure what he was thinking, but the look in his eyes made me feel at peace.

“It looks like the weather has changed, right?” He spoke. “Uhum, the sun is shining today”, I replied. “I know there is no fancy shower in this place, but we could use the sea. But first, I want to show you something”, he told me, a little worried about the lack of luxury the beacon had. I didn’t mind it at all, I mean, this place was prepared for me with cute details. A night at a luxurious hotel wouldn’t hit the same.

We then stood up, I simply threw my dress over my naked body, and he did the same with his swim shorts. “Let’s go”, he said grabbing my hand and pulling me to the stairs. We climb the spiral staircase up to the last floor.

“Be careful”, he told me, still holding my hand. We entered a room with glass walls, metal floor and a big lamp in the middle of it. The scenery ahead of us was the endless East China Sea. The waves shined as pretty crystals because of the clear sky that allowed the sun to be fully bright. A few seagulls danced in the sky and some ships far away in the distance seemed to be exploring the vast sea in front of us.

I was mesmerized, I loved it. Law grabbed my waist from behind, hugged me and placed his chin over my shoulder as we enjoyed the view.

I had never felt this way before, I felt happy, at peace, I trusted that man with closed eyes even though I didn’t really know him. Every time he hugged me it was a comforting sensation, I felt as if I was being protected from every bad thing in this world. The touch of his skin energized me.

After some minutes enjoying the scene we decided to head outside. I put my bikini on, and headed outside. It was warm enough for us to swim, and the sun had heated the almost white sand that burned our feet. So, we ran to the sea. Law and I submerged into the clear blue water, refreshing our bodies.

We were alone on the beach, as if it was still really early in the morning. I splashed some water on Law’s face, and he responded doing the same. We played like teenagers in love.

“Come here”, he said and pulled me closer to his body. He kissed my lips, laughing, happy. I hadn’t seen him so cheerful since I met him. I’d forever cherished that content expression in my heart.

Law sent the guys a text, asking if they were still at home. Franky told him they had already left home, and headed to Jeju Stone park. We decided to come back to the house, buying something for breakfast on the go and changed clothes.

While in the car, before starting the engine, Law opened the glove box and took off the little bag that I saw yesterday. “Uhm, I saw this little thing on the pharmacy counter, so I bought it… for you”, he said, a little embarrassed and handed me the packet.

“What?? a present? oh my god, thank you!!” I thanked him while opening it, excited. Inside the paper bag there was a little keychain with a plastic slice of tangerine hanging from it.

“I know it’s not something sophisticated, but it reminded me of the time we went to the market, where you fed me the little tangerine slice… I had to fight the urge to kiss your sweet fingers”, he confessed. If you only knew, my dear Law how much I wished for you to do it… “It’s just beautiful, Law. The fact that you bought it because it reminded you of something so little that happened between us, makes me so happy. You are such a man. Thank you, for real”, I said and planted a soft kiss on the tip of his nose.

“I’m glad you like it”, he expressed, still a little shy, started the car and we left the beach.

The stress became busier, the sun peeking through the cute little white and pink sakura flowers, we rolled down the car windows so the warm breeze could hit our faces. The radio blasting a song called “Memories”, that I thought was from a certain anime.

We finally arrived home, I entered the code on the entrance and we headed inside. We discussed what our plans were going to be for the day. We ended up deciding that we would be visiting Jeongbang falls, after visiting a tangerine farm where they let you pick them. My ankle seemed to be a little bit swollen, yet it didn’t hurt at all, so it wasn’t a problem, as long as I kept it bound up and took the anti-inflammatories.

“Law, I’m gonna go and take a shower, do you prefer to go in first?”, I asked innocently. “I’d prefer to take a shower with you, but it’s your choice”, he said with a smirking face. “Come, then…” I said to him, biting my lower lip.

After a refreshing shower - and a little more of intense sex - we got dressed and hoped on the car again. We headed east, to a more rural zone where the typical tangerine farms were.

An old lady and her husband welcomed us and explained everything about tangerine culture. They gave us a pair of gloves, two baskets and some pruning shears to cut the twigs.

“Mmm why are tangerines here so sweet?”, Law asked with his mouth full of the citric juice. “Close your mouth, you are going to stain your shirt” I said laughing while rubbing a tissue over his mouth. “You know what else was sweet and drippy last night, babe….?” he said, arching a brown. “Shut up, there are children in here…” I said, with burning cheeks pushing him softly.

We spent the whole morning there, tasting and cultivating the tangerines, and taking pictures on little hidden spots specially decorated with props for photo taking all over the farm.

Suddenly some notifications sounded on my phone. I unlocked it, and saw that Law had tagged me on a specific post. He uploaded two photos. In one of them I was picking tangerines unaware he was taking a pic and the other one of us with our mouth full of tangerine, smiling. The comments began to appear, Nami, Vivi, Robin, the guys, his family, everybody was commenting on how cute we were -and I was-. He was showing me off, and nobody could seem to believe how big Law’s smile was, how happy he looked…

I reached for his gaze, and smiled at him, no words needed…

We said goodbye to the old couple there and drove to the waterfalls. It was a little bit crowded, because that is a popular tourist spot as is the only waterfall that falls directly into the ocean in all Asia.

The landscape was really pretty, a big stream of crystalline water fell into the ocean, and at the coastline you could see “haenyeo” -sea women-. They were female divers that harvested a variety of mollusks, seaweed and other sea life from the ocean.

Also, according to ancient beliefs, a holy dragon is said to have lived under the falls, and its spiritual water could cure any type of disease. Law suggested me to submerge my foot there, in order to relieve the inflammation of my ankle. And, even the both of us being practically doctors, we were so in love that believing in magic wasn’t hard for us, so I put my foot there and waited.

A few minutes later, Law took off the wet bandages of my foot, planted a sweet kiss over my ankle, and helped me to put back my sandals.

We watched the sunset on the shore. Everything felt like it was a dream, maybe like those fan fictions I used to read back at home. I felt like the luckiest girl alive in the whole world.

We headed to the car, and drove home, as the night fell over us. Law was driving silently, yet with a big smile that reminded me of Rosinante’s. I gazed at my foot and realized that my ankle wasn’t swollen anymore. “Oi, doctor, my ankle isn’t inflamed anymore. Maybe the water really does miracles… or maybe it was just your kiss… who knows?”. He turned his face at me, “I have powers, healing powers, the power of a special fruit!!”he said jokingly. “You wished, haha”, I said, and both laughed.

We spent the last part of the way thinking how to deal with our over excited friends about all of this. We found no way besides just smiling at them.

Everybody was already at home, the blue Hyundai Venue, and the white Tucson were parked on the entrance. “Are you ready?”, I asked Law who seemed to slowly fade his smile. “No, I’m not, but let’s enter anyway”. I learned how Law hated being the center of attention, so I could feel his “pain”.

“FINALLY!! THE HAPPY COUPLE HAVE ARRIVED!!!” everybody shouted at us, clapping, laughing and smiling at us. “Stop it guys, oh lord”, I said covering my face with my hands.

“We were thinking about going to a karaoke bar tonight, what do you guys think? “asked Robin to us. Law didn’t speak, but smiled when I looked at him, so I agreed with my friends.

I went to my room and my girlfriends plus Chopper followed me. “TELL. US. EVERYTHING.”, said Nami, closing the door. I threw myself into my bed and said, “Calm down, I’m gonna tell you everything, but first let me rest”.

We got ready for the night, my body did hurt a little, but I wasn’t going to lose a single minute of my vacations, my friends, and of course Law.

We only took two of the cars, Law and I weren’t used to drinking so we were going to be the “designated drivers” for the night.

We drove to the busy tourist district of Jeju city, Tap Dong Lo, full of lights and nightlife. We parked our cars and started walking looking for the perfect karaoke bar.

Law sat next to Zoro on one of the couches the bar had. I could see how my pretty tanned skin crush wasn’t at all comfortable with all of the loud music, but still chuckled at Luffy and Usopp trying to hit notes on their turn to sing.

I was enjoying the night, dancing with the girls when I saw a girl approach Law in a suggestive way, and sat next to him. Law smiled at her, and gave her a hug.

“Who the f… is she?....”

Part 5

[hauntedbythefanficsofmypast]

Daminette Rough Layout AU #1

Warning- This is a Salt AU, it contains Lila salt, Adrien Salt, Alya Salt and Class Salt. Some of the Salt is dramatized, pkease read at your own digression.

Note- Changing things up a bit-they are in high school now-Damian 16 and Marinette 15 and juniors, obviously things are different from canon. Gabriel gave up both miraculous after Adrien dies in one of the akuma fights, he has Nooroo and Duusu bring them to the guardian. Marinette helps heal Duusu so that if he is ever used again the holder will not start to die. Soon after Master Fu takes back Adrien's miraculous and names Marinette the guardian.

He doesnt lose his memories but he does pass away a week later. Marinette also deletes her original website and makes and entire new one under MDC designs after Lila threatens to leave bad reviews.(This happens before she meets Damian, right when they are entering high school.)

They met online after Damian got tired of his brothers making fun of him for talking like an old man. He found Marinette on Twitter, (She has a very popular Twitter blog where she Tweets in English and is considered a meme god.) and after reading her tweets decided that she'd be a good teacher.

After reaching out they agreed on how much she'll be paid and a time that works best for both of them. Every Monday & Wednesday the video chat when Damian has his lunch and study period. For Damian it is 12 to 1 pm, and for Marinette it is 7 to 8 pm. After two months Marinette has successfully made Damian her friend, and he has began opening up to her more. Meanwhile Damian begins to mess with his brothers using memes.

Tim to Jason- I will die if I don't get coffee soon.

Damian passing by the kitchen on his phone- Then perish.

Jason-...Did he just?

Tim- Impossible.

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Dick over the coms while on patrol-I really want candy right now.

Damian drops down next to him and pulls a tidepod of of his belt giving it to Dick before continuing on.

Dick-What the fuck...

Tim having seen from a distance-What did Damian give you candy?

Dick- He gave me a tidepod.

Jason-Your shitting me Goldie.

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Jason-What are you eating Damian?

Damian taking a bite of a pop tart- Ravioli...

Jason-Im going fucking crazy.

Alfred-Language Master Jason.

They now text each other durning their free time, Marinette loves receiving pictures of Damian's pets and silly pictures of Damian's friend Jon. Damian loves seeing pictures of her newest designs and Paris at night.

Jon is the only person who knows about Marinette and thats because he crashed one of Damian's classes. He gushes over the fact that Damian is talking to his favorite person on Twitter, then full on fanboys a second later when she follows him back on Twitter. Soon after she becomes friends with Jon too, Lila comes back. After two weeks of fighting her she stops after both Damian and Jon point out that if her classmates were really her friends they wouldnt believe someone they just met over her. Marinette stops doing extra things for the class no more free pastries, banners, clothes or anything. She spends majority of her time on school work, her comissions and talking with Damian and Jon.

Madame Bustier at one point asks her to stay after class. She tells her she is disappointed that Marinette is distancing herself form the class so much. Marinette just tells her that she is done, that if she wants a perfect role model then she should use Lila instead and leaves. The next day she tells Madame Bustier she is stepping down as class president, everyone in the class except for Chloe and Marinette vote for Lila. Marinette has had more free time then she has had in a while and is thriving. She is able to take more and more commissions and even allows Jagged and Clara to give other celebrities access to her website. With a push from Jon she also sets up a Twitter and Instagram account under MDC Designs. With in no time everyone is trying to get an MDC original.

At one point she gets a call from Jon asking her how much it would cost for a MDC original for his mom. Marinette smiles softly telling him to just get his moms measurements for her. When he argues she finally agrees to accept payment but gives him a family discount. Jon agrees with a huff, a month later Jon sends her a video of his mom opening his gift.

Lois-Oh Jon love you know you didnt have to get me anything.

Jon-And let Connor out do me this year? No way.

Connor laughing-Oh shut it Jon!

Jon-cone on open it already mom!

Lois lauging before unwrapping the box- Is this? Jon is this a MDC box?

Connor looking at him with wide eyes.

Jon-open it and see!

Clark-So thats why you asked me for her measurements.

Lois pulls a beautiful knee length navy blue pencil dress. It had a classy V neck and flounce bell sleeves Jon is this and MDC original?

Jon-weeell if you look at the inside of the right sleeve your see her signature marking. Thats not all though mom theres another box!

Lois grabs the other box and unwraps it opening it quickly to find a pair of white lace up Oxford pumps with matching navy laces, MDC hand stitched on the back in navy.

Lois-How did you-how did you get MDC originals?

Jon laughing-I'll never tell!

Marinette saves the video on her phone and tells him he wants a photo of her in it for her website. A week later he send her pictures of his mom in the outfit posing with his dad and the next day he send pictures of her posing with Bruce Wayne on the red carpet. She quickly posts them on Instagram and Twitter tagging Lois, Clark, Bruce and Daily Planet.

'I knew Mrs. Lane would make this one of a kind outfit look beautiful! I was happy to make the dress and shoes as a surprise from her son! Mrs. Lane your son has my number, if you ever want another original talk to him! 💋'

Lois immediately responds to her tweet thank her for the amazing gift, while also asking how her son got in contact with MDC.

Marinette- ' 🤫🤫😘😘💋'

Jon-'You'll never know!!'

Lois, with her bosses approval, writes an article joking about the mystery that is MDC at also an interview where she grills her son on how he knows MDC.

Its a blows up and part of Jon's interview becomes a meme. This part;

Jon-Superman, please come save me from my mom!

Marinette being the meme godess she is decides to quote it on Twitter, but she messes up and posts it on MDC desgins.

MDC-Superman, please come save me from these deadlines!

Half an hour later

MDC-That was meant for my personal Twitter...

Now everyone is also talking about MDC memeing.

After talking with the Kwami Marinette decides to tell Damian and Jon about her time as Ladybug, and how she still goes out and patrols to stop muggers. In return one day Damian and Jon flies him and Damian to paris and they finally meet in person and they tell her their own identities. They leave Gotham at 7 am in Gotham and make it to Paris at 3 pm and wait for her outside of her parents bakery. Marinette flips out and practically tackles the both if them in a hug. She pulls them inside happily introducing her parents to her American friends. After they tell her they decide to spend the rest of the day together. Marinette also takes their measurements telling them its for a surprise. Damian tells her that his brothers are obsessed with MDC and how the wouldnt stop hounding Jon when they found out he had gotten in contact with her.

They go out and Marinette shows them Paris while Jon is slowly pushing them together. He is ecstatic when Marinette wraps one of her fingers around Damien's finger and he respond by grabbing and holding her hand. They are all immensly happy until they are passing by a park and notices her class having a party. At first she doesnt care and just shrugs it off, until the class notices them. Alya accuses Marinette of trying to start drama, she rolls her eyes telling Alya she didnt even know about the party and was just showing her friends around. Damian frowns glaring at the class when he feels Marinette hand start to shake and releases her hand wrapping an arm around her waist in support. Jon is also frowning but simply reminds Marinette that they were going out to eat. Marinette nods and begins telling them about the restaurant they were going to while leaning into Damian's side.

They turn leaving the class behind only for Adrien to hurry after them. Adrien tries to convince Marinette to return and spend time with the class saying he missed his friend. Marinette tells him that they arent friends anymore, that friends dont allow lies to be spread about their friends. She takes the boys and they finally make it to the restaurant.

Damian pays refusing to let Marinette or Jon touch the check. They spend the rest of their time at Marinette's house watching movies until they leave at 9pm wishing Marinette goodnight and making it back to Gotham at 3 pm. When they get back to the manor Bruce confronts Damian asking why he got notified that Damian's card had been used in Paris. Thats how Bruce finds out about Marinette.

Bruce- shes been teaching you memes?

Damian-yes.

Bruce-...well at least your making friends.

Damian-dont tell the others, they'll want to meet her and Id rather not be embarrassed

Bruce-I wont say anything until they catch you then.

Around the end of Marinette's junior year Lila accuses Marinette of theft and she is once again expelled. Only this time Marinette gets the school board involved and she is quickly cleared of charges. once again. However she decides not to return to the school tired of their treatment. Instead with the help of Jagged and her parents permission she enrolls at Gotham Academy and doesnt tell Damian to surprise him. Jon does know that way he could help her.

Within the week Marinette is in Gotham in her new penthouse apartment with her new gaurdian, a maid/nanny that Penny had recommended. Her name is Margaery she is in her 60s. The next day Marinette is dropped of at school by Margaery, Jon is already there early and helps her get his schedule and everything. Then they wait for Damian to arrive hiding until the see him open his locker Jon distracts him while Marinette hides behind the locker door. The school is very surprised whe. Damian smiles brightly at seeing her. Within the day she is known around the school as both Sunshine and Gotham's new Goddess.

Soon enough Damian Marinette and Jon are never seen withiut tge other except in classes. Many teachers see Marinette as a blessing classes have been calmer shes always willing to volunteer and shes even started tutoring some of the students. Even though she entered late in the year she starts to help the student council and things were more organized and running smoother. What everyone is really happy about is how she seems to bring out the teen in Damian and encourage him to act his age. The only reason they havent posted about her and Damian's relationship is because Damian made it clear he didnt want his family to know.

He starts calling her Angel and Red Bird. Marinette starts calling him Dove and Birdie. They slowly start going on dates while also making sure to hang out with Jon so he didnt feel left behind. Its the beginning of summer when Marinette gets invited to a Wayne gala by Bruce himself with a little note.

'Miss Dupain-Cheng, I would like to meet the girl that has stolen my youngest's attention. Please do not inform him I invited you, I think it will be quite the surprise for him. -Bruce Wayne

She tells Damian to wear a seafoam green tie because it will bring out his eyes, in a sly way so that they will be matching. She then makes a seafoam green Asymmetrical A-line off the shoulders dress adding layers of tulle that forms teirs and finishes with horsehair hemlines. The MDC signature is stictched on to the second layer of tulle.

The night of the Gala she is dropped off by Margaery and Jon leaves his parents to meet her. She tells him that Damian didnt know either and Bruce wanted to surprise him. Jon starts laughing causing Marinette to dissolve into giggles. This catches Jon's parents eyes and they walk over. Jon wuickly introduces her as one of his best friends. Lois and Marinette quickly hit it off and enter the gala together with Jon and Clark following behind them. After 5 minutes Damian spots them, and discreetly hurries over to them.

Damian-Angel!

Lois and Clark are surprised at the nickname and that Damian is smiling even more surprised when he hugs her and holds her hand gently. They stare into each others eyes for a moment until Lois coughs catching boths attention. Damian greets them as he lets go of Marinette's hand wrapping an arm around her waist as she does the same. They stand talking with each other until Lois spots someone she wants to interview and hurries off with Clark. The three of them share a look before all saying food at once. Jon walks ahead of them as Marinette and Damian follow talking to themselves.

M-'Your father wanted to meet me so Im afraid I will no longer be a secret.'

D-'Of course he did, I was hoping to keep those embarrassments known as my brothers away.'

This causes Marinette to laugh leaning her head on his shoulder.

M-'I am sure they arent that bad.'

They spend a good half hour talking with Jon and eating before Bruce finds them and introduces himself to Marinette. Five minutes later she notices Damian's brothers starring at them in shock. She starts giggling and points it out to Damian who groans. Soon after the boys rush over to interrogate their brother dragging him away from Marinette Jon and Bruce.

While Damian is dealing with them Jagged and Penny both find Marinette. Eventually the boys force Damian to introduce them to Marinette. She hits it off with all of them promising to visit the mansion. Jon convinces Damian to ask Marinette to be his girlfriend. He asks her to dance with him and asks while they are dancing. That night Marinette Damian and Jon leave together for an impromptu sleepover at Marinette's. Margaery picks them up greeting both parents and assuring them that there kids will be safe, and they will be camping out in the living room.

Marinette surprises the boys with handmade pjs once they get to her house and Margaery surprises them with cookies. The next day she goes to the mansion with Damian and gets to know his brothers more piecing together who is who of the Batfamily. At one point Jason insinuates that Marinette couldnt fight so she challenges his to a spar. Jason being cocky holds back and gets his butt kicked, he asks for a rematch and doesnt hold back this time, still gets his butt kicked.

While Damian and Marinette are saying goodbye she jokes about how long its going to take his siblings to realize shes a hero not a civilian. Damian finds it hilarious. When Marinette gets home she tells Margaery that she was going up to the roof to look at the stars for inspiration. Margaery allows her making her take a blanket, hor chocolate and some cookies with her. That night Nightwing lands on her roof and 'startles' causing her to throw her cup at him hitting him in the gut

Robin chuckling-That bitch empty,

Mari and Robin together-Yeet!

Marinette laughs offering him a cookie as Nightwing gets up

Nightwing-Nice throw.

Marinette laughs harder her eyes twinkling.

Mari-Sorry you startled me I must have lost track of time I should head back home now. Have a safe patrol Birdies!

She says before passing other of them leaving the plate of cookies behind for them. Over the summer Marinette and Damian visit her parents for two weeks before returning to Gotham. The rest of the summer is filled with dates between her and Damian the Gotham Gazette is having a field day with them.

They're referred to as the Goddess and the Prince and every date is talked about the next day. When summer is over Marinette Damian and Jon are back for their senior year. Marinette decides to run for student body president and Jon runs as her vice president, they both tease Damian about being the trophy boyfriend and he responds that he is fine with it as long as hes the trophy boyfriend to Marinette. Marinette and Jon win with an almost unanimous vote. It is half way through their senior year when Damian's brothers realize she knows. Bruce and Babs already know. Jason teasingly jokes about Damian outing them to a civilian and Marinette jist goes

Marinette-Jayby(This is her nickname for him), I have beaten you in spars 9 out of 10 times and you still think Im a civilian.

Tim-What?

Marinette sighs before calling Tiki out and transforming. (She has a different outfit. Period. Her hair is pulled into a high ponytail, held by a red ribbon. It has a completely black mask, her top was sleeveless and was a deep red. She had gloves that stopped at her elbows the same deep red but with black poka-dots. Her pants were completely black with a red belt holding her yoyo. Her outfit was finished with red combat boots with black soles.) Everyone is silent as they taken in her outfit.

Damian-God your so beautiful.

Marinette-Aw Dove

Que a sweet kiss where Jason gags jokingly before Tim flips out about her being Ladybug. Marinette jokingly says that he didnt react that way to her being MDC.

Tim-what?

Dick-This time your oulling my leg.

Marinette-You didnt know? I was always giving you guys family discounts.

Tim-Your MDC...my favorite fashion designer is my future sister-in-law. Thats why your commissions always seemed cheaper than others. Im chalant right now.

This causes Dick to burst out laughing.

Dick-Really becuase Im whelmed!

Bruce smiles slightly remembering when his eldest would use to his 'Unwords' all the time.

That night Marinette patrols with them and Gotham gains a new hero LadyBird. With a little shove from Damian and begging from Tim, Marinette begins to grow MDC even more by partnering with Wayne Enterprises. Marinette and Damian are the power couple of the school, they have majority of their classes together both being in AP and Honors classes. As the school president Marinette is notified that during the last quarter of second semester a French class is doing an exchange program at Gotham Academy.

Her and Jon have to escort them around the school the first week. Marinette argues a bit at first.

Mari-I understand that it is important but Jon and I are still heavily working on Prom, Senior's Last Peprally, Senior Awards, Senior vs Freshman Football, Prom King and Queen vote and The Senior trip.

Jon-Mari is right is there anyway we could pick someone else to show them around. There are a few other people in student council that speak French.

They both convince the Principal to allow the Secretary of the Student Council, Candy St.Cloud, to show them around. Marinette, Jon and Damian avoid them, none of Marinette's old class knows Marinette is there until votes for Prom King and Queen pops up and Marinette's name is on the ballet.

Lila bursts into tears claiming her Dami promised her she'd be on the ballet since he goes to that school. They all try to hunt her down and give her shit for booting Lila off. However majority of Gotham academy has noticed their attitude towards Gotham's Goddess and everyone makes sure Marinette is unreachable.

They pretty much only see glimpses of her until Senior's Last Peprally when she and Damian are announced Prom King and Queen. Their boos are covered up by the school's cheers. Marinette and Damian share a quick kiss which causes more cheers as the teachers roll their eyes calling out Pda. Then both her and Jon announce whats going to be happening at the peprally.

At the end of it all the seniors get together for one last class photo in the front is Jon Marinette and Damian. Damian and Marinette are wearing the sashes and crowns and Marinette is in the middle of them. Bustier's class is upset they cant be a part of the picture because they arent actually seniors at the school. The next night is Senior awards the class doesnt go but the trio does.

Marinette and Damian get best couple.

Damian gets the award for best grades.

Jon gets the award for most likely to secede in life.

That night all three are on the news and trending on Twitter when they go out to celebrate at Bat Burger, videos and pictures are posted off Marinette and Jon dying of laughter as Damian cuts his burger with a knife and fork. At the hotel Lila is crying claiming that Damian is cheating in her with Marinette. The class continuously message Marinette even when they get a response saying that the person is not Marinette amd that they've had the number for two months.

The next day at lunch they confront Marinette, they followed Jon to the room the Student council eat lunch in. Que them berating Marinette infront of everyone including the teachers. Marinette just rolls her eyes not wanting to give them the time of day.

Alya-I cant believe you tricked Lila's boyfriend into dating a bully like you!

This causes Jon to launch to her defense, he steps in front of Marinette glaring at the class.

Jon-Lila's boyfriend?? You mean Damian, so Lila was dating Damian first?

Lila-Yes! And Marinette purposely seduced him!

Jon-Really tell me when did you firat meet Damian?

Lila-oh he was so sweet! It was when we were 6 and we met at a gala here in Gotham! A older women was being incredibly mean to me and he stood up for me telling me that he'd have his dad kick her out. We were always meeting up over the summer and started dating at the beginning of senior year!

Jon-Oh so you know Arabic?

Lila-What?

Jon smirking-Well Damian didnt learn English until he was 8, his first language is English. Also you couldn't possibly have met Damian here when he was 6 because Damian didn't come to Gotham until he was 10. When his dad was informed that he had a son. On top of that Damian spends every summer with his family and closest friends. Actually he usually spends a few weeks on my family's farm, this summer he didnt because he went to Paris with Marinette. Also at the beginning of senior year? St. Cloud, when did Damian ask Marinette out.

St. Cloud- Beginning of the summer at Mr. Wayne's first charity gala of the summer, he asked her while they were dancing. It was really cute and Marinette looked amazing in her MDC dress!

Mari-Thank you St. Cloud, I could give you her number if you'd like a dress

Lila runs away embarrassed the class starring at Jon and Marinette in shock.

Alya-who-who do you think you are?!

Mari-Alya do you really not recognize your idols son?

Marinette is disappointed as she introduces them to Jon Kent, after that the teacher finally forces the French class out, while also telling them how kuch trouble they'll be in.

The class starts trying to get on Marinette's good side for the rest of the year but she ignores them. Prom comes and goes and when its finally time for graduation Damian is valedictorian. He gives a fairly inspirational speech and at the end he smirks finishing it with.

Dami-And lastly I would like to thank my eldest brother, without him Id never be able to give this sappy inspirational speech, he is really good at them.

When they throw their caps in the air Damian finds Marinette and dips her pulling her into a deep kiss.

That night while they are all celebrating at the Wayne Mansion Marinette finally lets go of Paris, she decides that her place is in Gotham with Damian.

Lets do a time skip!

Marinette is the top name in Fashion, Damian is Co-Ceo of Wayne enterprises with Tim. They are both married and living in Marinette's penthouse together with Margaery, I am to emotionally invested to kill off her or Alfred even if it is do to age. They visit the mansion almost every day, and family dinners are common.

Jon started going out with St. Cloud and are engaged, he has also taken up the mantle of Superman.

Damian has taken up the mantle of Batman with his Robin, Johnn'i Thomas Grayson-Wayne, Richard and Koriand'r's second child that did not inherit his mothers powers, and his partner Ladybird. That is until Marinette discovers she is pregnant. She surprises the family while they are getting their family portrait redone, with only Kori and the photographer knowing.

All the girls are in chairs with the boys behind them. Seating goes.

Babs, Kate, Selina, Marinette, Kori, Stephanie, and Cass. For a few of the pictures Marinette holds up a sign saying, "Another Wayne is on the way!" Then they hide the sign so they have a regular family portrait.

A few days later when the entire family is gathered to see the photos they are surprised when Bruce stars at them in shock. Alfred and Margaery merly smile offering congratulations, everyone is confused until Bruce turns the picture around.

Damian is looking at the pictures in shock until he jumps up and picks up Marinette spinning her around. Soon everyone is screaming and cheering offering congratulations. While Damian and Marinette hold each other close crying softly.

Mari-Your gonna be a Daddy Dove.

Damian-I love you so much Marinette. So much.

[avarkriss]

of castles and magic: eversio

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Obi-Wan Kenobi x Female Reader (magic royalty au)

Rated: M for Mature

Word Count: 4.395k

Summary: You and Obi-Wan are reunited at last! 

Huge special thanks to @beskars​​​​ ((and her sith!obi anon)) for being a font of encouragement and a second set of eyes

Warnings: canon typical blood and violence; General Grievous and Dooku being dicks, a major character death (but it’s someone that d e s e r v e s it), Anakin doesn’t harm the children I simply won’t allow that, angsty angst, magic and the force don’t work this way but I’m my own god so now they do, reminiscing on the loss of a grandparent, willful rejection of all canon, a happy mfing ending

Image credit: unsplash

Author’s Note: Y’all have waited a thousand years for this chapter and I am so sorry! Thank you so much for your patience, things have been so crazy on my end. I also really wanted to give this chapter the attention it deserved, and wrote and re-wrote so many pieces of it so I hope you do enjoy it!! There is a nice little epilogue in the works as well where I can tie up a few last details that just didn’t fit into this chapter. Hooray for happy endings! Enjoy, share what you can, and be well ~

General Grievous poked at Obi-Wan’s knee with his toe, his cough rattling through the bare stone room. Obi-Wan raised his eyes slowly, rolling them hard at the sight of Grievous wearing his crown. His rings. Even his sword was heavy on the man's hip, and he could make out his small dagger tucked into the wrong side of the boot currently applying more pressure to his leg. 

Obi-Wan’s lip curled. 

"May I help you with something?" 

Grievous smirked, crouching in front of him to take his chin in his hand. 

"Is that any way to talk to your master?" 

Obi-Wan ignored him, eyes stormy and dark. He grimaced when Grievous landed a firm hand to his cheek before wrapping his spindly fingers around his throat, scowl set deep in his narrow face. 

"Shall we end your suffering in front of Ari? Let her see how weak you truly are?" 

Obi-Wan struggled against the wall, his wrists bound tightly behind his back. Grievous laughed and pressed his hand into Obi-Wan harder, learning into him to snatch up the dagger, holding the tip just below his eye. 

"You'll rot before you break me," Obi-Wan wheezed, his voice thin from lack of air. He pulled himself back as far as he could, coughing when the pressure at his throat was released. 

With fleeting relief he hung his head until Grievous hoisted him up by his hair, snarling as he pressed the flat edge of the dagger against Obi-Wan’s lips, splitting the soft flesh with the edge of the blade. 

"You will not speak to me that way," Grievous growled, fire light dancing in his eyes. "But I do expect you to sing." 

-

Obi-Wan wasn’t sure how much time had passed before he was thrown back into his cell, caught by Plo when he stumbled. Too weak to stand he collapsed to his knees, chest heaving as he growled Grievous’s name. 

The general turned to stand at the heavy iron bars sneering at Obi-Wan as he lifted his head, jaw clenched and the edges of his ears as scarlet as the fresh blood at the corner of his mouth. 

“Find your faith, Grievous. Invoke every deity you can because I will get out of this prison. And when I do, I will drag you into the seventh hell.” 

The corner of Grievous’ lip quivered before he strode down the corridor, extinguishing the torches as he went, casting the dungeon in darkness. Plo wrapped his arm around Obi-Wan’s back as Mace paced the far wall, grumbling curses in the old language. 

“I fear for her, Plo.” Obi-Wan’s voice was as shaky as the breath he took in, head resting on Plo’s steady shoulder. He nodded his understanding and clasped Obi-Wan’s hand in his own, willing his calm to flow into the other man. Even without their channels, he was able to inhale more deeply, tears of frustration dying at the corners of his eyes. 

“Meditate with me. Focus on your bond, let her know that you’re safe.” 

Mace came and sat with the pair, joining their meditation with a quiet sigh. He focused on his family, just as he knew Plo was focusing on his granddaughter and Obi on you. Quietly they all reached out across their faded bonds, pulling them tight to their chest with the faintest sliver of hope. 

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

“Through here,” Anakin hissed, gesturing to a door hidden beneath a tapestry. “All of you, get to the tower and lock yourselves inside the library. You must hurry.” 

A young girl at the end of the line paused, looking up at him with great fear in her eyes. 

“What’s going on, your highness?” 

Anakin dropped to a knee, pulling the tapestry further to the side. His aurous eyes blazed, red beginning to creep over the whites. 

“Coruscant is in danger. You must keep the others safe, Ahsoka.” 

She nodded solemnly before placing her small hand on Anakin’s pinky, looking at him as seriously as a child could. 

“You be safe, too.” 

Anakin lowered his head as she ran down the hidden passage, catching up the other younglings halfway to the library by now. He closed the door and with a quiet whisper the metal bolt began to melt, sealing the passage in hopes to keep the young ones safe for as long as he could manage. 

When he stood a sharp pain crackled up his back and he let the tapestry fall back in place, limping his way to the throne room. 

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You looked down at your hands tangled in Dolega’s reins as your group raced up the forested road, a persistent warmth spreading through the tip of your ring finger. It was stronger than before, no doubt enhanced by your proximity to the castle. 

“How much further?” you called to your side, eyes searching for anything recognizable. 

“Not much, my lady. The bridge is over the next crest.” You nodded as Cody continued, gesturing to Rex with his head. “We’ll gather whatever troops we can find. You and Padme find King Kenobi and Prince Skywalker. We’ll be there to back you up.” 

You whispered a quiet thank you, lost in the air between you as your group rounded the bend, examining the castle just as you had the first day you arrived. You were surprised when you saw that there were no guards lining the road; no army taking up post at the gate. It was eerily quiet and you were flooded with fear, heart hammering inside your chest. 

Your party slowed when you passed below the great stone arch, Cody and Rex giving you and Padme a quick salute before turning down the side of the castle, making their way towards the barracks. You didn’t have time to stable the orbaks, bringing them to the stairs instead to dismount and loosely tie them to a nearby carriage post. 

You gave Dolega a quick scratch behind the ears for luck before racing up the steps to meet Padme at the top, sharing a steeled glance before taking your sword in hand, throwing the doors wide open. 

You were ready to swing, hands clenched so tightly around the hilt of your sword that your knuckles ached. When you were met with an empty hallway your face fell, relaxing only a fraction. 

“Padme?” you asked quietly, looking over to her as you straightened your back. 

“I have a bad feeling about this,” she muttered, turning her dagger over in her hands. “We need to get to the dungeons. If they’re alive and being kept anywhere, it’s there.” 

You nodded and followed after her, clinging to the walls as you snuck through the castle. You neared a section of windows and you sucked in a breath, grabbing at Padme’s elbow as you pointed outside. A tall man was pacing in front of rows of scarlet-clad soldiers, barking out orders in a language you didn’t recognize. 

“Tsis guards,” Padme explained, a gentle whisper in your ear. “Hopefully Rex and Cody find the rest of the king’s men soon, we must hurry.” 

You hastened and arrived at an unfamiliar door, finding it locked when you tried to pull it open. Padme held the handle and whispered a few words, releasing the mechanism and allowing the door to swing in. 

“I should have guessed,” you chuckled, pulling your sword from your hip once more. Padme shrugged with a hint of her knowing smirk, descending the stairs as quickly as she could. When the two of you reached the landing there was an eerie hiss that flooded the space around you before moving up the stairs - a newly laid alarm spell, Padme explained. 

You groaned, no time to waste. You and Padme began down the hall when you heard the heavy clamber of footsteps racing towards you. You heard Master Ti call out to Padme and she paused at the cell door, working at the lock as you carried on. 

“Ari.” 

You nearly flattened yourself against the bars of the cell when you heard Obi-Wan’s voice, the heat at the tips of your fingers spreading to engulf your entire palm as you reached for him, fingertips just brushing against his before you were yanked back at the shoulder, cold plate metal biting into your flesh. 

“You don’t want to do that,” General Grievous growled, pushing you deeper into the corridor. You balked at him, Obi-Wan’s crown tight on his head, rings twirling loose on his spindled fingers. 

“And none of that belongs to you,” you snarked, running your tongue over your teeth as you looked for a way around him. 

He underestimated you, obvious in the way his weight was off balance. You thought of Padme’s training - exploit your openings - and so you did, ducking under Grievous’ shoulder and shoving him into the far wall. You moved quickly, flinging your ring through the bars to Obi-Wan, watching him catch it and slip it onto his pinky with a heavy sigh. 

Grievous rubbed his chin with his hand, turning to grab at your neck and sink his thumb into your pressure point. 

“You little -” 

Clank. 

Grievous turned towards the sound to see Obi-Wan standing in the entryway of the cell, Mace and Plo behind him. He turned back to sneer at you before shoving you to the side, cracking his knuckles before taking a step forward. Obi-Wan wasted no time dodging Grievous’ leading punch, maneuvering himself into position to land his own blow straight under the general’s jaw. 

Grievous stumbled back, falling against the bars out cold. Obi-Wan rushed to your side as Plo and Mace dragged the general into the newly vacated cell, stripping him of all the kyber he had stolen and chaining him to the far wall. 

“I’m so sorry you had to see that my darling, it was so uncivilized.” Obi-Wan wrapped his arms around you as he spoke and you let yourself give into the safety of his embrace for just a few moments. He traced his thumb across your cheek, noting the wounds you sported from earlier. 

“I swear I will hunt down every person that dared to lay a hand on you.” 

“You’ve made a good start,” you smiled, a brief attempt at levity before the sounds of the skirmish down the hall began to come closer. 

“He told me I was a fool for loving you,” he breathed into your hair, pressing a firm kiss against your hairline. 

“You -” 

His ears burned scarlet and he swallowed, watching Plo and Mace re-emerge from the cell to lock it behind them. 

“I do. Come now, we must find Anakin. I have a feeling he’s involved in this.” 

“I have a feeling you’re right,” you grumbled behind him, moving down the corridor. You found the rest of the masters standing over the fallen tsis guards, readying themselves with whatever kyber channels they could find. 

“Where’s Padme?” you asked, not seeing her in the narrow hall. 

“Trying to find Anakin,” Master Ti answered, examining one of the guard’s swords before tucking it into her belt. “We need a plan.” 

“Commander Wolffe is in Aquilae and my parents are being held in the dungeons. We captured Count Dooku and he’s currently in the hold of our ship at the port, and Commanders Cody and Rex left Padme and I to search out the other troopers.” 

You paused, feeling everyone’s eyes on you and looked to Obi-Wan, finding his lips parted with the corner turned up, looking every bit proud underneath his wounds. 

“An excellent start,” he praised, placing a hand on your shoulder. “I’ll accompany Ari to search for Anakin, I have no doubts that he is with the Emperor.” He went about assigning his council to their tasks, ensuring everyone had adequate kyber on their person before placing his crown back on his head, letting it tilt to the side as it always had. 

With a firm nod the group broke apart with Mace staying behind to watch General Grievous. General Ti broke from the group next, heading to the stables so she could make her way to the port to collect Count Dooku, and the rest of the masters spread throughout the castle or made their way into the yards, searching out the tsis guards and any traitors. You were halfway to the throne room when Obi-Wan paused, brow furrowed in concentration. 

“It’s Anakin,” he whispered, face dropping before settling into a light sprint. You raced next to him, sword drawn, barreling into the throne room by his side. Quiet sobs alerted you to Padme’s presence as she worked over Anakin, finding him pale and unresponsive, the gold in his eyes reflecting with the lights around the walls. 

“Glad you could join us,” Emperor Palpatine sneered, crossing one leg over the other as he lounged on the throne. “And you brought your pet.” 

You turned your sword in your hand and Obi-Wan took a step forward, glancing back at Anakin. 

“What did you do to him,” he growled, electricity crackling around the tips of his fingers. 

“He did it to himself!” Palpatine laughed, eyes shrouded by his cloak. “He was weak - afraid. The poison set in easily enough. I only wish he could have seen your fall. But he lied to me.” 

You and Obi-Wan knelt on either side of Anakin, and you watched as he examined his body, looking into his eyes before placing his hand on his chest, muttering a few quiet words. 

“You see Obi-Wan, I am going to pull this kingdom apart. Piece by piece.” 

You stood at Palpatine’s words, flexing your grip on the handle of your sword. 

“I wanted to take away your future, and that’s been accomplished in part. But he refused to dispatch the children, hiding them away. We will find them. Your intrusion here is just a momentary setback.” He was smiling, sick and twisted like the gnarled roots of an ancient tree. 

Obi-Wan had long stopped listening, concentrating on a deep meditation with his hand over Anakin’s heart as he chanted a long string of forgotten words. Your fingers twitched and Padme stood with you. 

“Love is the ultimate weakness. You’ll come to find that it’s a waste.” 

With a trembling lip Padme looked to Anakin’s still form, lips parting when she saw the subtle rise and fall of Anakin’s chest. Obi-Wan lifted his head then, eyes shining. 

“We need to hurry if we’re to save him,” he spoke quickly, rising to his feet as if he had forgotten Palpatine was there. 

“How typical,” Palpaine jeered, the tension in the room mounting. He raised his hand and began to whisper a quiet curse while Obi-Wan had his back turned and before you could second guess yourself you were moving towards him, catching the edge of the spell on the side of your blade. 

He turned and shouted your name, stilling for a moment when he realized you were still standing tall, the engraving on your sword beginning to flicker with light. 

“Channel it Ari. Feel, stop thinking. The words are training wheels.” 

You dug your heel into the stone where you stood, feeling his warmth flow from your hand throughout the rest of your body. Palpatine stood to mirror you and took a step onto the dias. Before you had the chance to move, light flashed and Obi-Wan crumpled behind you. 

Palptine’s voice was dark as he stalked towards you, ignoring Padme as she ran from the room. 

“How you’ve grown, Ardyti.” 

“Stay away from me,” you growled, pointing your sword at him with shaking hands. “You don’t know me.” 

“Only because your grandfather never gave me the chance. He wanted to see his precious little destroyer kept safe -” 

The hairs on the back of your neck stood as energy crackled between Palpatine’s fingers, blue lightning erupting towards you. You raised your sword and spoke into the force, the magic, that deep connection to the world that your parents had tried to sever after your grandfather’s death before you knew any better. That connection that had healed and grown, seeds sown with patience and understanding. 

In the second it took for Palpatine’s magic to reach you, your sword began to groan, vibrating with the magic you pulled through the kyber at the hilt. It began to glow and you deflected his lightning, eyes narrowed as you watched Padme escape to safety. 

He had the decency to look briefly surprised when his spell reflected off your blade and into the stone wall, cackling madly before descending down the dias. You moved away from where Obi-Wan and Anakin were laying, hoping to keep any wayward magic away from their bodies. 

“You could have everything my dear,” Palpatine smiled, lowering his hood so that his red eyes shone in the light. “Power, riches, heirs.” 

“I already have everything,” you spat back, following the subtle movements of his hands. 

His laugh was cold and his magic was fast; you moved as quickly as you could to defend yourself against his attack, sparks and lightning ricocheting off the steel of your blade. He was advancing towards you, crowding you against the far wall of the throne room. 

With little space to maneuver Palpatine finally knocked your sword out of your hand, the clang of the metal as heavy as your heart. You were surprised by his strength as he grabbed your wrist, shoving you hard against the wall. Magic was likely the only thing keeping him alive at this point, his skin nearly translucent under the torch. 

“If I didn’t need Dooku to breed you, I would kill you where you stand.” 

You swallowed down bitter, angry tears as you fought back against him, movement catching your eyes for a brief moment as a familiar head of tight golden curls rushed to Obi-Wan’s side. You took the briefest moment to beg the stars to keep him safe, to not let the harm that would certainly find you fall onto him. 

You shoved back against Palpatine again, gaining little ground before he dug his hand deep into your hair, his pointed yellow fingernails scraping into your scalp as he scowled at you. 

“You’re as much a fool as the rest of them. Had your grandfather bent to me your kingdoms would already be mine. He loved you, and do you see what loving you does? Look around!” 

He twisted your neck so you could take in Cee’s panic as she worked over Obi-Wan, fervently glancing between him and Anakin as he breathed slow and shallow by his side. There were cracks in the stones around the once proud dias, scoring all along the walls. Intricate carvings were crumbling, the golden paint had lost its shine. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes while you swung at him, struggling to get away. 

“You’re wrong,” you cried, heart cracking under the weight of his vitriol. 

“Am I wrong, Destroyer?” 

The nickname stung as you thought of your earliest days, stomping around a small pile of blocks. Ardyti, your grandfather called you fondly, tickling you silly until you begged him to stop, setting the blocks up high to knock them over again. He had passed when you were young but you held his memories fondly, carrying his little nickname everywhere you went. It was so innocent then, destruction nothing more than a game. Now, gazing across the once hallowed hall, you found nothing but ruin; a curse you had brought to this once beautiful land. You let your tears fall, that familiar emptiness creeping back into your bones. 

“You are wrong. Love is everything.” 

Padme’s voice was loud, much closer than you had dared to ever hope. Palpatine had just started to release your head when you caught the flash of white kyber and an intricate silver blade moving through the air before it was stained with crimson rain. The pressure on your head released and you scrambled away, watching as the body before you slowly fade to ash.

Padme pulled you to your feet and she rushed towards Anakin as you ran to Obi-Wan, dropping to the ground as he sat with Cee’s assistance, dazed as he took in the scene before him. 

“It’s finally over,” you sighed, pressing a kiss to his chest. “It’s over.” 

-

Commanders Cody and Rex had received their accolades and now stood on either side of Count Dooku and General Grievous as they knelt before your thrones, heads bowed while they awaited their sentencing. The masters had gathered to review the overwhelming evidence and found them guilty on all counts. During their trial they couldn’t go more than a few minutes without bickering between each other, and when Obi-Wan shot you a smirk you knew you were thinking the same thing. 

“The two of you shall live out your remaining days in our dungeon, side by side,” he announced, folding his hands with an air of finality. Grievous coughed loudly before trying to argue, silenced by the back of his hand meeting the butt of Cody’s staff. 

Count Dooku glowered at you as he was dragged away, never to be seen again.

Obi-Wan leaned over to you, whispering in your ear. 

“Good man that Cody.” 

You nodded in agreement, sharing his proud smile. He loved all of his troopers, and you were looking forward to the end of the day when they would be your official family too. 

 When your parents entered the throne room they groveled loudly for forgiveness, citing misfortune and poor understanding. You knew what their arguments would be, barely listening as they pleaded. 

“You may return to Aquilae,” you said cooly, grinning when your parents began to sing your praises before holding up your hand to silence them. “To spend the rest of your days in the dungeons, as supervised by the new regent until King Kenobi and I return or the remains of your mortal souls depart.” 

Your fathers face fell and your mother darkened with anger, their praises turning to curses until Obi-Wan waved his hand, their tongues turning to lead in their mouths. 

“You’ll have to teach me that trick,” you chuckled to him, warming when he placed his hand over yours. 

“So long as you promise not to use it against me.” 

You gave him a noncommittal shrug before straightening in your seat, a trumpet playing a short tune to announce the arrival of the next visitor to the throne room - this one needing a promotion instead of punishment. 

Commander Wolffe entered next, escorted by his betrothed. Wolffe’s long cape billowed behind him, his dress uniform neatly pressed and his hair cropped short. They both bowed before Wolffe knelt at the foot of the dias and you rose, plucking the ceremonial sword from the side of your throne and descending down the shallow steps. 

Obi-Wan stood behind you as you moved, lightly laying the blade against Wolffe’s right shoulder, your voice filling the chamber. 

“Will you, in our absence, rule Aquilae with fairness, and treat its citizens with love and respect, as you do your own?” 

“I will,” Wolffe affirmed. 

You moved your sword to his left shoulder, speaking again. 

“And will you promise to lead Aquilae with strength and wisdom, to work in her best interests, and to protect her with your whole heart?” 

“I will,” Wolffe nodded again, looking up towards you and Obi-Wan, returning your kind smiles. 

“Then rise, Commander Wolffe,” Obi-Wan beamed, “Regent of Aquilae. For your honor and bravery, we thank you, and entrust this highest honor.” 

Wolffe stood to a room full of applause, hugs shared between the four of you before he and his beloved took their place next to the dias, assisting with the remaining sentences. It was decided that Tarkin would also be sent back to Aquilae along with several other prisoners after Wolffe suggested that the Coruscanti traitors should be kept away from the other tsis leaders. 

The rest of the afternoon went smoothly, honors being given to the valiant troopers that helped drive out the tsis guards. The new contract that had been drawn to annex Ziost was signed, a regent to be assigned in the coming weeks. Your marriage contract to Obi-Wan had also been reworked during the trials, and your union became official when you each signed the paperwork, the last event of the day.

There was much rejoicing in the throne room and a feast was announced for the week’s end. As you left the throne room you turned away from the corridor that led to your chambers, bringing Obi-Wan down the hallway of healing instead. 

“Padme tells me Anakin is healing well,” you explained and Obi-Wan nodded with a quiet hum. He never spoke the words aloud but you knew he harbored a deep regret, wishing he had seen the signs of his poisoning earlier. 

You knocked gently on the door and Anakin called you to enter, your brow lifting in surprise after going so long without hearing the low timbre of his voice. He was sitting at the table today, attempting to stand before Padme placed a firm hand on his shoulder. He started speaking so quickly that your head spun as you tried to focus on his words. 

“Obi-Wan, Ari, I’m so sorry; I should have realized, or known, I didn’t -” 

It was Obi-Wan’s turn to raise a quieting hand, crossing the room to help Anakin to his feet, pulling him into a tight hug. 

“You’re like a brother to me. I should have known something was happening. The tsis had been quiet for too long.” 

There was still much healing to do, and Anakin had a long road of physical and mental therapy, but you had faith that he would rise above, growing stronger still. The four of you sat for a while, discussing Anakin’s treatment plans and the upcoming feast, hoping that he might be well enough to attend for a short while. 

Padme nudged your elbow, her exuberant smile casting the whole room in gentle warmth. 

“While we’re on the subject of good news, I have something to share.” 

The three of you looked at her as she nervously drummed her fingers on the edge of the table, finally speaking again with some light encouragement. 

“I’m pregnant,” she breathed, and there was a short pause before a chorus of excited cheers filled the small room. 

The future was bright indeed.

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[maira-writes-shit]

You look cute

Tanizaki Junichirou x Tachihara Michizou

Tattoo parlor x Flower shop AU, meeting, fluff

Junichirou was a very simple person.

He loved his sister, his friends and his job.

He was a florist for one of the best flower shops in town.

Junichirou was currently working on a arrangement for one of their frequent customers. It was a old man that came by every week or so to get a small arrangement for his wife. They had been together for over 50 years now.

The redhead smiled down at the arrangement he just finished.

Their relationship is so sweet...I wish I could have that...

“Tanizaki! You’re back here, right?“

The man in question turned around to see his best friend Atsushi waving at him from the front of the shop.

The redhead nodded and walked out of the back room to the front the shop.

It wasn’t the biggest size wise and it was stacked with plants but it felt as much as home as the little apartment he and Naomi lived in.

„Aku is taking me out on a date. Could you cover my shift for today? Only if you're finished of course!“

„Sure thing, Atsushi! Don’t worry you’ll be fine!“

“Thanks you’re the best!“ the white haired boy then vanished into the back with a big smile on his face.

The older of the two looked at the closing door with a soft smile.

He had sadly been on the receiving end of most of his coworkers rants about this guy he constantly butted heads with but still somehow thought was kind of cute. It actually hadn't been that long ago when Atsushi had finally mastered the courage to ask Akutagawa out.

Junichirou was happy for him (also maybe because he wouldn't get random 3am calls of Atsushi screaming about said boy anymore...hopefully).

Since it was the late afternoon the shift didn't have many customers.

There was the old man coming to get his arrangement, a young man buying the classic (roses), a bride that came to check up on a few things and a mother and her little daughter who bought a couple of single flowers.

Junichirou helped them all and then sat back just scrolling on his phone.

He was just looking at the clock and realizing he should slowly start to close the shop, when the little bell above the stores door jingled.

The florist looked up to see a man standing slightly awkward in the door.

...a very handsome man.

He was around Junichirou's hight, with red hair some shades darker than Junichirou. The man wore a cropped green jaket and a white V-neck shirt as well as...a band aid on his nose?

Wierd fashion choice...b ut it doese look good on him.

He'd look good in everything.

Jun we don't even know his name!

I'm just saying!

Junichirou shook his head to get rid of his thoughts as he put on a smile again.

"May I help you?"

The man jumped a little but then went up to the desk at which the other redhead was sitting.

"Uh yeah. I think you can." Junicirou chuckled. "And how?"

The man rolled his eyes but his cheeks were tinted a light pink.

"I just need an arrangement for the front window of the place I work at." "Oh so you can say stuff that makes sense!"

Junichirou was usually not like this, especially to customers. He didn't know what it was about this guy that made it so easy for him to tease and joke but if he was honest...he liked it.

The redhead in front of him snorted and raised an eyebrow.

"So now that we've established that-" Junichirou stood up and grabbed his notebook and pen. "-what's the style you're going for?"

"Well it's a tattoo shop-" "The one down the street?" "-Uh yeah. Do you know it?"

The florist tapped his pen on the notebook.

"Yeah my coworkers boyfriend works there..." ,he mumbled as he walked over to some of the flowers in he coner that might be of intrest for the man.

"Oh-um well then if you've been there before you should know what type of aesthetic, I guess, we are going for, right?"

Junichirou hummed.

"'kay so I have some ideas. The thing is just you came very shortly before closing and frankly I have a sister at home that will beat the shit out of me if I'm not back on time so-"

The redhead went into the back to get his bag.

"_don't worry I'll have the arrangement finished tomorrow at noon. I'll just need you to write down your name and if you want it to be brought to the shop of course where the shop is. Please make it fast I can't be late."

The taller man in front of him looked slightly speachless but then seemed to regain his mind because he started writing the information down on the pice of paper JUnichirou had given him.

Tachihara Michizou, huh?

I'll remeber that...

Tachihara seemed to linger for a few seconds too long until he then turned around and walked to the shops door.

"Oh yeah by the way."

JUnichirou looked back up.

"You look cute." ,he winked. "Well see ya sometime, Red!"

JUnichirou just looked at the door closing with his mouth open.

"Wha-what the fuck just happned?!"

Honestly Junichirou was just confused.

He walked the short way to his and Naomi’s apartment without paying attention to anyrhing, nearly getting hit by a car.

He was so distracted that even completely ignored his sister who jumped to hug him the second he opened the door, which wasn’t good.

“Hey! Are you ignoring me?!“

“H-huh? Oh! Sorry Naomi!“

“Something must have happned at work today.“ the redhead could feel his cheeks heating up. „So I’m right!“

“Yeah ok ok you’re right.“ Junichirou walked around his sister into the kitchen, where he opened the cupboard to get out two bowls.

“So tell me!“

„You‘re a noisy one, aren’t you?“ „Hey! Don’t be mean to your adorable little sister!“

The siblings sat down as the water started to boil.

There was a comfortable silence between them even if Junichirou could practically feel Naomi‘s questions floating in the air.

“Ok it has to do with a customer.“ Naomi gave the happy little squeak she always gave when he told her, as she called it, „The tea“ from work.

“So I was just about to close where this guy came in.“ his sister seemed to visibly get even more intrigued.

„He was like really handsome. He was tall, had red hair, intense eyes and I’m pretty sure he wore eyeliner. He had an interesting fashion style and had a bunch of tattoos, because he works at the tattoo parlor Atsushi‘s boyfriend also works at.“

Naomi hummed with a smirk on her lips, as she held her head in her hands.

“Well he walked in last minute and asked for an arrangement for the front of their parlor. And of course I was like: „sure I’ll do it. It’ll be done by tomorrow just give me the name of the place and I’ll deliver it“, right?“ Naomi nodded.

“And everything is fine everything is normal.“ his sister raised an eyebrow. „Ok normal with a little bit more blushing.“

“Anyway! He walks out but just before he leaves he turns around to me and says, and I quote: „You look cute.“ and then he winked at me and left!“

The black haired girl in front of him gasped. „He winked?! No he didn’t!“ „Yes he did!“ „Oh god!“

The water was finally done boiling so Junichirou stood up to get it and finish their dinner.

“Well he seems to like you. Wait- did you get his name?“ „Uh- yeah I did. I need it for the delivery and everything, remember?“ „Yeah yeah. So what is it?“ „Tachihara…Michizou Tachihara.“

Even if Junichirou didn’t like the expression on his sisters face he just ignored it and sat down in front of her with the food.

„Good Morning Jun!“

„AHH Oh god Naomi don’t scare me like that!“

“Yeah yeah whatever. Come on I need to show you something!“

„Wait don’t I need to go to-wait it’s 6am. What the fuck Are you doing awake?“ „Pssst!“

Naomi basically ran through their small apartment dragging a very tried Junichirou behind her.

On the small couch the siblings own sat a girl with red glasses, long brown hair and tried looking green eyes.

Haruno, his sisters girlfriend.

„Good morning Haruno.“ „Good Morning Junichirou“, she said giving him a small smile. They suffered together by the hands of the one, Naomi Tanizaki.

“We found something out. Sit down.“ The black haired girl grabbed to open laptop sitting on the table in front of the couch.

With „we“ she probably mean Haruno, and she was just cuddling her half the time…

“Michizou Tachihara, 22 years of age, Tattoo artist. He’s currently single and a bisexual. He has been working at Port tattoo for about 2 or 3 years, not sure about that one. He’s pretty good friends with someone called Gin Akutagawa, but don’t worry they have a girlfriend.“

“Also before you ask: yes Gin is related to Atsushi‘s boyfriend. They are siblings“, Naomi‘s girlfriend piped up.

Junichirou was just stunned.

“Wha-what? When? How? Did you guys even sleep?!“

“No we did not but that is not important! What’s important is that we now know that he is single and probably attracted to you.“

He had no words.

Junichirou was distracted again.

He was just working on an arrangement for a handsome bisexual guy who told him he looked cute…

What the actual fuck?!

He took a step back.

The arrangement was beautiful, one of his best works he’d say.

A lot of dark blues and purples.

The hyacinths blending beautifully with the cornflowers. Just all in all pretty.

Sure he thought it was kind of embarrassing adding the cornflowers, he knew a lot about flower language after all but most of his customers didn’t really care especially for these types of jobs so the redhead bushed those thoughts to the back of his head.

Junichirou took a deep breath.

Lets do this!

Be confident!

He took the arrangement.

The walk wasn’t going to be long so it was fine for him to just carry it.

“Ok I’m off, Atsushi! See you in a bit!“ „Yeah sure thing, Tani!“

…

The walk to the tattoo parlor was blurr and now he was standing in front of it.

Oh fucking god-

Deep breaths Junichirou

Deep breaths

And he walked in.

“Hello how can I help you?“

The woman at the front was a little older than him, had blond hair that she had in a bun and had warm brown eyes. She looked nice.

“Uh I need to talk to uhm Tachihara?“

She eyed him a little bit visibly inspecting the vase in his hand.

She gave him a smirk.

“Yeah he should be free I’ll tell him.“

“Thank you…“

He had only ever been in here once. He had to wait in the front room as Atsushi and Akutagawa were at each other’s throats agin. Oh how happy he was they were dating now. Less fighting…less.

The place looked nice though.

Even if it had a rather cool color palette with a lot of blues, purples and blacks it still seemed very cozy and the seats were the softest things Junichirou‘s ass had ever touched.

Some of the work by the artist that worked here was displayed on the walls. These people were so goddamm talented.

[dreamsmp-au-ideas]

So in the star wars AU we've tortured Dream and Tubbo and Tommy and honestly the whole of the sleepy boys pretty thoroughly which means we now get to torture Eret, right? (Insert an evil laugh here)

Because there's so much angst potential. Eret fleeing out of the temple with about twenty younglings and padawans in tow, their home collapsing behind them in a rain of fire and blood and betrayal. Eret desperately trying to keep their charges alive but they slip through their fingers one by one till there's only Tubbo and Dream left. Eret, as a newly knighted Jedi, having no idea what to do but having all those lives depending on then. Eret dreaming of their former master who died protecting them even if they weren't a padawan anymore. (Eret, dreaming about all the children they couldn't save and waking up screaming, still with accusing eyes in their mind. Eret, wondering why they were the only one who survived and not someone who would have deserved it more).

Eret, after losing everyone and everything they ever cared about, wandering lost and aimlessly (and angry) through the galaxy, searching for something to do. They weren't planning on joining the rebellion. But after they help Hbomb out of a tight spot (and may or may not have accidentally become the king of a planet but we don't talk about that), Hbomb invites them and the anger burning in them makes them say yes.

Eret climbs the ranks in the revolution maybe faster than they should have but their rage powers them. When they meet Dream again after the other became a fully fledged inquisitor, they nearly give in. Later, it will take them years to confess just how close to falling to the dark side they were in that moment. They've lost everything and everyone and every perspective in life they've ever had and Dream had the audacity to stand there and talk about how they could join the person responsible for so much spilled blood? (Later, they'll find out that it was intentional. That the Crimson would have sacrificed half-trained padawan Clay for Jedi Knight Eret in a heartbeat. It takes the two of them a wgile to get over that realisation).

They don't fall. But it's a near thing and the darkness never really goes away after that. It hasn't fully left since they alll watched the temple fall but now it's different. Now it belongs to them in a way it hasn't before. They are scared. They don't trust themself. hey cut off their connection to the force as much as they dare and spend the next years expertly pretending they mever were a jedi.

When they see Tubbo again, they first think it's a hallucination or a force ghost. They'd never thought the padawan would have survived, even if he had always been quick-witted and ressourceful. It's a glimmer of hope for Eret they hadn't had in such a long time.

When they see Dream standing there in the quarters of the rebellion, their first emotion is anger. How dare he. How dare he. How dare he stand here after spilling so much innocent blood. How dare he be the one who survived after he willingly allied with the one who brought the destruction over them in the first place.

Later, when they are calmer and have seen they way Dream acts now a bit more, they are horrified they ever thought like that. But in that moment they are angry and it shows. Their duel is vicious and bloody and when Puffy interrupts them, they both bleed. The interruption doesn't stop them from arguing in a language no one else knows anymore and it takes some time until both the physical and mental wounds heal.

Now, as by the rules, some comfort ;): When Dream has his breakdown in the main hall and everything goes flying, nobody can get to him. Then, suddenly, Eret comes nearly flying out of one of the corridors and sprints to Dream. They somehow (force powers, obviously, but that's not yet revealed) avoid everything flying and cradle Dream's limp form into their arms. They whisper words the other can't understand, in a long-forgotten language that Eret learnt to read a book and Dream learnt just to show it was possible. The others don't understand a word of what is said but one word is repeated again and again: "Clay". (Eret's basically saying " It's okay. It's okay. You're safe, Clay. I got you and I won't let them touch you. I promise.* in slight variants over and over)

Also, after Dream and Tubbo got taken by the Crimson again, Eret is the one who sits with Dream when he wakes up. The two of them have long talks about the force and when Dream quietly reveals how scared he is of falling to the Dark side again, Eret tells him about their own issues. Together, they begin to work it out. Neither of them ever find fully back to the light but they make their peace with the grey and do the best they can.

-V

I should have seen this coming. We haven’t come up with hurt Eret had in the Star Wars au and it was only a matter of time.

God, but them being so close to falling to the Dark Side and them being so angry? Understandable and oh that hurts. That hurts a lot. 

Then we get Dream and Eret being mad at each other for so long and my god, it hurts. This hurts a lot.

Also, hey. That bit where it says that the Crimson was going to throw Dream away if Eret ever tipped over the dark side? Ouch. Oh god that had to be one conversation and a half for the two of them.

On the bright side, comfort! That’s good. We got the two of them with comfort and working their issues out and man that’s great. Healing is great. It’s about the recovery after the suffering and hurt.

[chunhua-s]

congrats on your milestone event!!! id like to request for kita soulmate!au with angst to fluff genre 👉👈 yknow sumn rejection shit bcs im hopeless like that wehee once again congrats! and i love your writing style :3

anon you’re gonna make me cry 🥺 seriously i’m happy you enjoy my writing and that you think my style’s okay! most of the time i go off of what kind of feelings i get when i’m writing or the imagery that comes up in my head and i’m never sure that it translates well enough for you guys to feel or see the same thing. hopefully as i keep writing then i’ll be able to show you guys what’s on my mind better when i’m writing! thank you again for requesting — seriously, it means a lot! and like always, you guys, don’t be afraid to come and talk to me on and off anon! your interactions mean a lot, especially for content creators! we love hearing what you all think, what you like/dislike about our work, what you think of certain characters — absolutely anything! come and talk with us more whenever you can 💕

writing for kita feels calming somehow. normally the things that come up in my chest or my mind when i write gets nearly overwhelming if that makes sense? like i’ll have to pause and remind myself to breathe because it takes up so much of my attention that i kinda get lost, but with kita, it feels more flowey to me. it’s not demanding but more like a gentle coaxing kind of thing or like looking at the surface of a calm river. i was initially scared to write for him because i was worried i wouldn’t get him right, but i feel satisfied with how this turned out, i think. i hope you guys will find it as calming as i found it too! it might not be exactly what you wanted, but because i had already written the rejection of a person for atsumu’s soulmate oneshot, i wanted to play around with kita’s character and make it instead the rejection of a concept/idea? which would indirectly lead to him... you know, rejecting his soulmate initially, but— ahhhhhh it might make sense to just read it!! these rambles keep getting longer and longer :v i’m sorry for that!! please go ahead and read and tell me what you think in the end! 💕

NOTNING MORE THAN HUMAN ➽ KITA SHINSUKE x READER

genre: angst to fluff

au: soulmate

warnings: none

shinsuke kita is human.

and of course, that much is obvious. he isn’t a machine that’s incapable of feelings and emotions, whose heart is unfamiliar with melodies of an overwhelming joy, or the quiet hymns of deep rooted sadness. his skin still burns under righteous fury and anger, his tongue still weighs heavy under hesitance and silent worries. at the end of every long day, he’s still human.

it’s because he’s human that the words on his collarbone feel so heavy, as if they might cave into the bone and destroy him under their weight. it’s because he’s human that the sight of black markings in the mirror clouds his mind with a new kind of fear and worry. shinsuke kita is human, but he’s long since taught himself how to abandon anxiety and nervousness. he surrounds himself in familiar routines that calm the turbulent voices of doubt, he builds habits that ground him to the earth lest he should be swept away by the current. shinsuke has taught himself not to be afraid for the things that will happen everyday, but meeting his soulmate isn’t one of those things he can prepare for.

it’s a strange concept, he considers to himself. shinsuke doesn’t believe in words like fate or destiny, doesn’t care for the higher powers that should judge his actions. as far as he’s concerned, his own will is what dictates where his life goes — he’s in control, and that’s how it’s always been for him. let the gods watch, if they must, but he’s already decided that he’ll live by what is right, and he wouldn’t dare falter in the face of it. and yet — and it’s such a strange thing for him to do so — he pauses under the notion of a soulmate, of a destined partner who’s supposedly bound to him for as long as he should live. at first, he hadn’t given the idea much thought; it wouldn’t serve any purpose to worry about something that would happen whether or not he wants it, he decided. the truth of it is inevitable, just as the leaves must fall in autumn and the earth should be buried under clouds of white in winter. shinsuke is human — what more can he do but to accept it?

the black words that spread across his skin like droplets of ink became the bitter seeds of doubt that he hadn’t felt in a long time. it’s raining a lot today, isn’t it? the sentence by itself is so bland, like something maybe aran or anyone else might say to him in passing, and at first, it didn’t shake him too much, until he was caught one day under a sudden summer storm. seventeen year old kita somehow found himself stranded beneath a small shelter, where the wooden covering could protect him more than his umbrella until the rain passed. it was nearly unconscious, but he somehow found himself on edge, his breath faltered with the harsh pitter patter of rainfall that tumbled from green leaves and tore ripples from the surface of the lake. shinsuke kita found himself with a stomach full of butterflies and a thundering heartbeat that stole him away from solace and calm, cast the peace that he would so often carry with him away and left him stranded among chopping waves. every trembling breath he took stung on cold air and left him with a burning feeling on his lungs. it’s unfamiliar in its presence and shakes him to his core, but shinsuke kita is reminded of his own humanity when he realizes that what he feels, is anticipation and nervousness.

and it’s an odd thing. as he becomes aware of it, he finds himself twisting his fingers together during spring time; he worries his bottom lip between his teeth during unexpected showers. he feels like a child who stands in line to ride a roller coaster for the first time in his life — wide-eyed and drowning in the millions of feelings that race throughout his body. the feeling itself is nothing new, though it’s unfamiliar and intense in its ferocity and demand, seizes his heart and squeezes so tightly that whenever it rains, he’s left breathless.

it’s almost enough to drive him mad.

his very foundation seems to fall apart with the thunder that rolls across grey skies. for every drop of rain that hits the pavement, he finds himself a jittery mess as his heartbeat tears through his chest. the man who taught himself to abandon his fears reverts into the young boy who watched out for god, for the higher beings who watched his every move. and the thought that comes with every brilliant bolt of lightning burns him just as hotly, invasive and demanding when it flashes through his mind on a single, low whisper:

will you be happy?

shinsuke kita is human. he learns as he sees and lives as he’s learned, and what he saw growing up was that soulmates were bounded together till death do them part. a connection that’s set deep in stone, never to be erased by unforgiving weather and to persevere during the cruelest of storms. it’s an inevitable reality that the gods designed, so that mortals like himself should dance on stage and tell them a story. but shinsuke knows that not all these stories have a happy ending.

there are plays that end in tragedy and loss, those that only knew memories of pain and sang with death’s violin. man becomes the actor to a play that he has no choice in and dances on the puppet master’s strings, he surrenders control and gives himself up to the music, and he has no way of knowing the end of it until the curtains should fall. shinsuke has never been one to lay down his will, and yet, as winter melts once more into gray rain clouds and scattered showers, he’s reminded of his mortality, of the fate that’s been sealed away in the falling of rain. shinsuke kita is human, and so he must, like all men do, bend to fate’s will and never utter a word against her.

and for a long time, the sentiment caused him to completely reject the idea of a soulmate.

that feeling of helplessness that would wash over him with the rain turned into a bitterness that crushed his lungs between tightened fist. the acceptance of an inevitable waltz — whether it be to eternal happiness or to a cruel melody — turned into rebellious loathing that spat in the face of destiny. it’s entirely childish in its tale, like a toddler throwing a tantrum because he doesn’t want to give up his precious toy. that toy is his control, the power he had to live his life by his truth, not by that of a higher being. he’s human, after all, and humans are selfish and resentful by nature.

he finds himself with a heavy chest today, as well, as he waits for the pouring rain to subside. the small shelter in the middle of the garden park is familiar, and carries with it the memories of his epiphany, the one that created thunder storms in his once tranquil heart, and for that, he hates this place. the sound of the rain hitting the roof is like nails scratching against the chalkboard; the sound of droplets hitting the lake like an annoying whining that he can’t get out of his head. shinsuke curses this little pocket away from the world with all the childish anger in the world — let it be damned that doing so wouldn’t change anything. for once, he let himself go on a petty grudge against the universe, and against that looming stage and its heavy curtains.

it’s nearly faint, but he picks up on the patter-patter of footfalls that quickly approach him, and he turns bronze coloured eyes to find your rain-drenched figure running for shelter under the little gazebo. you’re out of breath by the time you make it underneath, letting out an exhausted and frustrated sigh as you press your hands to your knees, and shinsuke finds himself sympathizing with the way you bitterly push your hair from your face. you’re an ordinary office worker, from what he can see; you’ve hidden what looks to be a messenger back beneath your coat, leaving you to tremble in a thin button-up. this day’s downpour had been sudden, unexpected as spring would soon surrender to the approaching summer, and he imagines that he would have been in a similar position as yourself had he not packed his umbrella beforehand.

a silence settles over the both of you that’s only broken by the heavy rain, but the presence of it is so soothing that shinsuke finds himself breathing on a lighter air. suddenly the smell of petrichor turns sweeter, the melody of raindrops melting into a distant lullaby, and for the first time, shinsuke feels his heart melt under an indescribable sense of warmth despite the weather. and when your eyes turn to find his, a helpless grin on your lips, he feels that warmth explode under summer fireworks and coarse throhgh his veins like liquid lightning.

“it’s raining a lot today, isn’t it?”

for the second time in his life, shinsuke has an epiphany under the shelter in the garden.

he feels every bit of resentment vanish on a sudden gust of wind, one that sends raindrops splashing against his skin, but he doesn’t seem to notice. not when grey clouds suddenly reveal to him pillars of sunlight that embrace your figure and makes you glow against a background of green leaves. the rain turns into something sweet and enticing, and it suddenly gives shinsuke this unexplainable urge to grab your hand and dance with you underneath the pouring showers, where he can hear your voice ring out on chimes of laughter and innocent bliss. in mere seconds, he manages to let go of the dark clouds that he’d unintentionally harboured on his chest, he let them burst with the weight of anger and childish fury so that they would hit the earth on giant droplets of rain.

shinsuke kita is human — he’s imperfect, mortal. he feels and he thinks and he speaks what’s on his mind. he can hate, and he can love: he can make that decision on whether or not to hold useless grudges and to curse a destiny he can’t change, or to welcome that inevitability with the willingness to learn and grow.

today, as he stands beneath a wooden shelter, hiding from the heavy rains, he decides to stretch his hand out and let the water hit his skin.

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[creatorofclay]

Tag dump 2020(improved): verses

v://there is something at work in my soul which I do not understand//past

c://teen!elijah

v://the world to me was a secret which I desired to discover//CyberLife

v://what can stop the determined heart and resolved will of man?//present

v://life although it may only be an accumulation of anguish is dear to me//post game

variation://post peaceful revolution variation://post violent revolution

v://some men just like to watch the world burn//worst ending

v://and suddenly you know: it's time to start something new//alt post peaceful

v://false face must hide what the false heart doth know//android au

variation://pre-android c://android!elijah

v://that meek darkness be thy mirror and thy whole remembrance//reverse au

c://rt600!elijah

v://let every man be master of his time//god au

c://god!elijah

v://always hungry; never satisfied//demon au

c://half demon!elijah

v://life's only obligation after all was to be interesting//killer au

v://morality doesn't exist. only morale//alt killer au

c://killer!elijah

v://you are the night and the night alone understands you//vampire au

v://outcast in the court//supernatural event

v://give me my robe put in my crown; i have immortal longing in me//alt vampire au

c://vampire!elijah c://dhampir!chloe

v://i can't espresso how much you bean to me//cafe au

v://standin on the edge face up cause you're a natural//singer au

c://singer!elijah

v://fate it seems is not without a sense of irony//watch dogs au

v://when does a personality simulation become the bitter mote of a soul?//i robot au

[durgas]

Title: a pretty enchantress

Summary: Hermione is the Queen of Ithaca in search of her men who have been captured by the famed witch, Pansy. Feelings soon blossom and Hermione finds herself contented upon the island and with the company of Pansy who is rather eager to please.

Pairings: Hermione x Pansy

Written for @hprarepairnet​ & @slytherdornet​ - mythology au challenge

Read on A03 here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26731603

Ancient old trees with barks of silver shaded the path that she traversed. The island was the home of the enchantress, Pansy, whose fine voice was her guide throughout the thicket of the forest. The soft crooning was mesmerising. Each note was sung to perfection, a study in the art of singing. Something that Hermione had never mastered for it was an inaccurate art, it could not be measured and understood but simply felt in the heart. She steeled her shoulders. It would not do to fall prey to the spells weaved by Pansy. Humming a ditty, she moved along the path with the intent of blocking out the very noise that so soothed her. It was a futile experiment. She was shrouded in the singing and could feel the vibrations pulse against her skin. She took a deep breath. The sound intensified as she approached.

The palace was beautiful. Carved from stone, it looked as if wildness had been unleashed for it was no ordinary palace. Dark green vines were weaved across every stone, bright flowers of lemon yellow and purple were nestled in each crevice and tall grass surrounded it from every angle. There appeared to be no way through. A frown appeared upon her face. Hermione reasoned all the possible approaches, going through each scenario with a fine-tooth comb until she spotted a slight indentation in the grass on the left hand side. That must be the manner of entry. She started towards it.

“Pass not without protection.” The messenger god, Hermes, appeared before her very eyes.

Hermione crossed her arms. “I am amongst the greatest witches within these lands, the Queen of Ithaca. I have nothing to fear from a mere enchantress.”

“She will ensnare you within moments of you crossing the threshold, her voice has already led you thus far.” He placed an herb in her palm. “You must draw your wand as you enter and threaten the curse of death until she allows your men to leave without harm.” He paused. “Do not enter her bed until you are certain of the safety of your men for she is a skilled seductress and has caused the downfall of those greater than you.”

Hermione watched as he disappeared, his words circling around her mind like lions to prey. It would do no harm to have her wand ready. Pulling it out of the folds of her cloak, she approached the palace with caution. The enchantress still sung but she did not feel the magic enclose upon her mind. She tucked the herb into her cloak. It was a precious gift and one that was useful despite her initial scepticism. Her heart pounded with anticipation. Her words to Hermes had been true for she was amongst the greatest witches and yet she had relied upon her skill for all of these years rather than brute force. It had been many years since her last duel of consequence.

“Who approaches my palace?” A handsome woman faced her as she entered.

Hermione’s first thought was of her beauty. A face of pure alabaster with eyes of the finest green stared at her. Her dress appeared to be made of vines, criss-crossing against her body and showcasing a deep V between her breasts. It covered less than it exposed. Warmth flooded within her cheeks. She was far more beautiful than the stories told of her. They had spoken of a haggard, bitter enchantress and yet before her stood a woman surely fashioned by Aphrodite herself.  Hermione surveyed her. She was too beautiful to be dangerous.

“I am the Queen of Ithaca, come to reclaim my crew.” Hermione stood tall and met the eyes of the enchantress.

She refused to name the enchantress even in her own mind. Pansy. It was a name that sounded far too intimate and she had no wish to acquaint herself until her men were freed. Though it seemed to be Ron’s fault for their capture. He had never been able to resist the allure of food and wine. She noted the smirk upon the woman’s face and drew her wand to eye-level. It would be a shame to remove one of those pretty emerald eyes for no reason but Hermione wasn’t simply going to walk away.

The enchantress moved closer to her. “Fret not, my Queen,” she said as she dipped into a curtsey, exposing even more of her creamy white breasts.  “Spend a night with me and I’ll free them.”

“Release them and swear upon Artemis that you will not harm them,” Hermione said as she jabbed her wand into the enchantress’s neck.

“I swear by Artemis that I will not hurt them,” she arose from the floor with a smirk playing on her lips.

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief as she heard the vow. It allowed her to relax her shoulders slightly and put away her wand. That had been far easier than she had expected. It was not easy, however, to quell the lust rising in her body. It was as if fire had taken hold of her body, burning through her flesh, until it could be satiated. She raked her hands through the already wild mane. Her men came out one-by-one and left, each of them giving her a passing glance of apology but none more so than Harry whose expression held guilt in every corner. It had been his fault, then. Not Ron as she first suspected. Ron whose blue eyes searched her face and then nodded as he left through the door. It was hard to pay attention, however. The enchantress had positioned herself against the door, her legs stood so far apart.

“Will you spend a night with me then, Hermione?” Her voice was ethereal with a slight purr as she closed the door.

Hermione felt her heart race as shock took hold of her face.

“Worry doesn’t suit you,” the enchantress said as she leant forward to caress Hermione’s cheek. “All of Greece knows your name from your deeds, darling Hermione.”

Pleasure rushed through Hermione’s body at the unexpected touch. “You make a very tempting offer, enchantress.”

“Come now.” She crooked her finger at Hermione. “You are well aware that my name is Pansy.” She pouted.

“Very well, Pansy,” Hermione emphasised her name. “I agree to spend a night with you.”

Anxiety swam in circles around her body. It had been a long time since she had last slept with a woman and never had she met one with dancing emerald eyes like Pansy. She tried to focus her mind upon the rational thoughts buried beneath the nerves. A single night was a small price to pay for the safety of her men and it was certain to be memorable. Of that she was certain.

—

Summer’s days passed into winter nights, swapping bright yellow sunshine for pure white snow and yet Hermione could not bring herself to leave. Pansy was an exceptional host in every way from the delicious food to the mesmerising entertainment to the way she gave Hermione pleasure. Her crew had left many moons ago, leaving her at her request. It was as if she was under some strange enchantment.

“You have not touched your food, love.” Pansy took her hand with a wicked look. “Could it be I did not satiate you?”

Her words set Hermione’s mind aflutter for they were said in such an innocent tone and yet accompanied with a wink that was nothing short of seduction. Hermione kissed her hand.

“It is nothing of concern,” she said as she forced her face into a wide smile that exposed her uneven teeth.

Pansy’s hand crept to her face and Hermione felt her cheeks grow warm. A warrior witch was her reputation and here she was undone by a mere enchantress. It was unfathomable in her mind. Those lively green eyes held mischief as Pansy’s hands slipped past her neck to the soft curves of her breasts. Hermione felt her breathing grow faster. Pansy cupped one in the palm of her slender hand with her long fingernails lightly scratching her.

“I can make it better for you.” Pansy’s voice held a note of reprove.

Delight danced down Hermione’s spine, warming every part it touched as she felt Pansy’s nimble fingers caress her breast. No longer did she feel the shy innocent she had been when she arrived upon the island. Pansy had taught her the many ways a woman could feel pleasure and had been more than happy to demonstrate. A moan escaped her.

Pansy’s plump lips sucked her nipple with greed. “Pansy-”

“Let me ease your mind.”

Panting, Hermione felt desire shoot through her body as Pansy bit down on the very tip of her nipple. She had never felt so comfortable as she did with Pansy. War and politics and learning had come easy to her since she had been a small child but love and lust had been so foreign. No man or woman had ever looked at her sinewy muscles and lion’s mane of hair and loved her for it until Pansy.

Hermione felt as if she couldn’t breathe. Her breaths grew faster and shallower as Pansy moved to her other breast, loving it in equal turn. A glint appeared in Pansy’s eyes and soon Hermione felt her dress slip down from her body entirely. She stood naked. Her hands wriggled down to cover herself but Pansy caught them in a grip of steel. She had been here for many months and still she felt the prickles of discomfort at showing her body to Pansy. It was strange given that she had no such qualms about seeing Pansy’s naked body. Instead, she longed to see those round curves hidden by the green dress knotted at her waist.

“Mine.” A single word yet full of meaning was spoken by Pansy.

A sticky wetness began to pool in her pussy as she felt Pansy move further down her body, kissing and teasing. She arched her back against the wooden chair she was sat in and wove her hands through Pansy’s sleek raven hair.  It was silken and felt so smooth against Hermione’s fingers, a far cry from her own bristled hair. Pansy’s lips left a trail upon her inner thigh, each kiss intensifying the lust in Hermione’s body. She could hear her heartbeat thump in anticipation.  Pansy’s hands were occupied with her breasts, twisting and pinching, until Hermione felt a gush of warmth slide down her thigh. It was not there for long, however, as she felt the warm muscle of Pansy’s tongue lap it up as if it were ambrosia.

Longing took hold of her body. She needed Pansy. She needed to feel those elegant fingers slide into her pussy as they had done so many times since her arrival. Frustration was building upon her face, so evident to Pansy who quickened her efforts. Hermione felt those fingers penetrate, touching and swirling round and round. Loud moans began to escape her. Pansy’s fingers crept ever further inside, rubbing her nub until hot cum covered them which did not take long for Hermione had become so desperate. Ecstasy flooded her body, a sensation to which Pansy had made her accustomed, and she lay back in the chair with an expression of serenity.

“You look happier now, my Hermione.” Pansy seated herself in Hermione’s lap and rested her head against her chest.

Winter nights changed back to summer days, the pure white snow melted to make way for the bright yellow sun and yet Hermione stayed at Pansy’s hearth. Her host was still exceptional in every way. The deep red wine spiced with cinnamon was swapped for a sweeter wine of pale colour, the music became lively again and the constant was Pansy. Her crew came and went several times; still she did not leave with them. Contentment was the spell that Pansy had woven upon her, heady and frenzied, and so very welcomed by Hermione.

It was not yet time for her to leave.

[nevertheless-moving]

Suicidal Misunderstanding VII

Star Wars Time Travel AU #27

Part I - - - Part II - - - Part III - - - Part IV - - - Part V - - - Part VI

CONTENT WARNING: Please be advised this chapter may contain triggering material. More detail available in tags. 

It wasn’t until Anakin was staring at the hot sauce bottles and solitary mysterious green takeout container that he remembered they were at war, and therefore no longer in the habit of restocking the apartment’s cold stasis.

“Obi-Wan, there’s nothing to eat!” 

"I know!” came the call back. “I’m trying to meditate!”

Anakin closed the stasis door and walked back out to the common room. Obi-Wan sat crosslegged on the window sill.

“Do or do not, there is no try,” the knight quipped.

Obi-Wan opened his eyes to look fondly at the man standing before him. Maybe tomorrow, when he woke alone in a dusty desert hovel, he would regret letting himself play pretend for so long. Maybe this whole day would fade from his memory like a dream.

But right now, he felt... peaceful. He wouldn’t claim to be satisfied by the explanations he imagined for Anakin, but it would have been far more disturbing if he somehow came up with an actually sympathetic justification for genocide. He got to say and hear a number of goodbyes. He even got to cry over Anakin with the comfort of his presence. 

Now he had to let go, to be there for Luke. (And he could always get more spice...)

“I guess if you need to meditate, I can go pick us up food from the Temple Tapcaf.” Anakin offered. 

“Thank you, Anakin. Today...helped. More than I can explain.” Obi-Wan said softly.

“I- I don’t really deserve that. Considering it was all my fault.” Anakin bowed his head, helpless for words, but uncomfortable with being praised.

“Not every terrible thing that has happened is your fault. You made a series of terrible choices, yes. But there were, there are, other dark forces at work and not a single Jedi in the order was able to stop them. At least for a short time today I was able to set that aside, so for what it’s worth, thank you.”

“Kriff.” Anakin said shocked. “Of course there’s more. Ok. That’s all right, we-” he was cut off by a growl from Obi-Wan’s stomach. 

A snort of laughter escaped before Anakin smacked a hand over his mouth. “Alright, I’m going to the Tapcaf, you just...meditate until I get back.”

Obi-Wan swallowed and nodded, “I love you so much.” 

“Force Obi-Wan, you’re going to make me start crying again.” He pulled him into a bear hug. “Don’t do anything stupid while I’m not gone, ok? Just...meditate. And drink some water.”

"Hmm, I don’t know. Some of my best choices recently have been stupid,” Obi-Wan laughed. The words were light, but Anakin felt a prickle of unease, a hint of danger. There was no clear cause, and Obi-Wan seemed relaxed but...

Anakin gripped his Master’s shoulders, staring him dead in the eye. “Promise me you won’t do anything stupid.”

Obi-Wan sighed, “I promise.” He pulled Anakin down to press a kiss to his forehead. “Goodbye, Anakin.”

"I’ll be back in 20 minutes.” He paused, then mumbled, “i love you too” before speeding out the door.

Obi-Wan settled back into meditation, reaching inwards. Everything but his body and the light within faded. He magnified his hunger, his thirst, visualizing the pack of dried jerky in his hut, the precious jars of water in the basement. He could almost feel the heat that never quite abandoned Tatooine, even during the short nights. He opened his eyes

and saw the temple apartment.

He shut them again quickly. He was sure he could snap himself out of this. He sank deeper inward, careful to leave his shields perfectly intact. With the galaxy as dim as it was, a real show of force had the potential to grab attention across star systems. Force purging toxins, fortunately, was more a matter of internal concentration than outward power. It was one of the first skills Obi-Wan had truly mastered as a Jedi, thanks to numerous kidnappings at the start of his apprenticeship and hard drinking towards the end. 

It was uncomfortable to be that keenly aware of one’s kidneys, but Obi-Wan managed. It was less intense than a healing trance, anyway. His heart rate increased as various metabolic processes sped up- and almost immediately slowed down. Huh. The drug must of almost run its natural course, and now he 

still in the temple.

Kark. Shit. 

‘Breathe’ he thought. Stress was only going to increase his chances of a stroke. Alright, so meditation wasn’t working. Maybe he could try for longer, but part of him was nervous that if ‘Anakin’ returned he’d lose the willpower, and so far the passage of time had been extremely linear. He was too invested in the fantasy at this point for anything easy.

Remember your training. Your eyes can deceive you, do not trust them. 

Padawans were taught three main methodologies to move beyond mindtricks, hallucinations, visions, and the like. Looking In, Reaching Out, and Breaking Out. 

Looking in wasn’t working. That left the other two options. In the past, when his senses were lying to him he could always trust in the force, but now...it was just too much risk. Reaching out like that, with his whole self, meant the chance of finding someone.

That left breaking out. Obi-Wan jumped up, staring intensely at the details in the molding, the stains on the carpet, at everything. At no point today had he spotted objects fading to grey in the corner his vision, or ripple as memories from different time frames overlapped, but surely there must be some weak point.

Nothing. 

Shit, he really had stayed too long. Alright then, time for more uncivilized measures.

He walked to the kitchen and pulled their butcher’s vibroblade from its block, holding it to his neck, then hesitated.

This had to be done, but it didn’t make it any less unsettling. It was his own fault for lingering in the delusion so long; all the more palatable paths to escape had closed off, and after all he had been through he refused to die from a drug overdose. Gods, it might take years for someone to find the body.

He steeled himself, bringing the blade back up decisively only to drop it with a clatter. Pressing a hand to his throat, he was unnerved but not entirely surprised to find a stinging line of pain. His hand came away wet with blood. He instinctively pressed both hands to the cut, pulse rapid and heavy and slippery beneath his palms.

It’s just a hallucination. It’s just an extremely vivid hallucination.

A thought occurred to Obi-Wan then, and he felt something in the pit of his stomach drop in horror.

What if...what if the blade was real. What if he was actually moving around his home right now, hazily sleepwalking in a pantomime of the peaceful stroll and tender embraces he was imagining. It would explain the immediate relief from the water this morning...hadn’t he found his way to food and water even dazed from sleep-debt and blood-loss during the war?

He had a vibroblade in the desert too...

His pulse pounded harder beneath his hands. The cut wasn’t even that deep, but for the first time Obi-Wan felt the true existential horror of his current trap well up. If he didn’t know where the walls were...how could he escape.

He took a deep breath, acknowledging and letting go of his panic.

He had the force. He would just have to be delicate in his application. He picked up the bloodied tool from the floor but decided to simply to clip it to his belt for now. A force-null object would be harder to distinguish at first touch.

Obi-Wan walked to his temple bedroom and opened the barest crack in his shields, just enough to reach out, get a sense of existing currents in the force. He stirred at one until a small vortex of light formed. To anyone looking, it would appear a naturally occurring, low-powered whirlpool, common enough on Tattoine. Any gentle moves he made in the minutes before it fell apart would hopefully be obscured by its wake.

He hesitantly laid a hand on the lightsaber on his bedside table, lowering his shields a little further. His heart sunk when he realized that his memory had even recreated the perception of force-imbued temple walls in the periphery. The Kyber in his saber reverberated with a familiar song. He jerked his hand away. That felt too much like his real lightsaber. He couldn’t risk it. 

Before Obi-Wan truly began to panic again, he realized something missing. Anakin’s- Darth Vader’s saber. Since picking it up on Mustafar, the crystal in it had screamed at him, halfway to corruption. When he touched the blade he could almost feel... feel what horrors it had been bent to commit.

Most of the time he left it buried under a rock pile in his basement, too afraid to work on healing it.

He couldn’t hear it now- but he could feel the memory of what it used to be.

It sat innocently on his Anakin’s bedside table. There was a tinge of darkness to it of course- this saber had only ever known war. But when he rested a hand on the blade it was clear this belonged to the memory he had walked with today, not the tyranny of reality.

Grasping it firmly, he marched back to the windowsill and settled, intent on his choice. Sunsets here couldn’t compare to tattooine- they were just too different. The binary play transformed the infinite horizon. It was something on Tatooine he unabashedly marveled at.

Courasant, on the other hand, transformed the sun into a reflection of itself. Untold millions of transparisteel buildings refracted the star painfully at some points while casting shadows on the rest. The filter of light through constant smog resulted in strange shades of neon green and blood red. It was beautiful, but uncomfortable to look at too long.

He closed his eyes and pressed the saber to his chest.

---

Anakin was impatiently waiting in the hot service line when the urge to return to his apartment insistently welled up again. He pushed it back of course- Obi-Wan needed food and Anakin couldn’t keep putting his own selfish impulses in front of his Master’s wellbeing.

He held out for a few seconds, but the itch was getting stronger, sharper. He looked down at the tray- it already had most of Obi-Wan’s cold favorites, but he really wanted to get him his favorite soup if the line would just move a little faster. He jolted when, for the first time that day, Obi-Wan’s shielding thinned the slightest amount. Not enough to get anything clear, but the fact that there was movement at all...

He left the line; they could always come back together if Obi-Wan wanted. Hells, maybe they’d do a late night visit to Dex’s for some real comfort food. Anakin still couldn’t get a sense of what Obi-Wan was up to through their muffled bond. He felt a buzz in his ears, not unlike the moment before an enemy blow.

He picked up speed, tea sloshing in its thermoflask. An elder looked at him annoyed as darted around him.

He started speed walking in earnest as the feeling got more intense. A sandwich fell to the wayside.

Speed walking quickly switched to jogging, then running; there was a shout of complaint as he ditched the whole tray carelessly behind.

He took the last few hallways at a full-out force-assisted sprint, the Force itself screaming at him to move. A small part of his mind thought we’re safe inside the temple Obi-Wan promised not to do anything stupid i’m going to get such shit for freaking out over nothing. 

He sensed nothing from Obi-Wan over the bond; not a hint of fear or anger or surprise. He blurred around the last corner, feeling like he might throw up with his increasing, unexplained panic.

Not caringabout anything butgettingto Obi-Wan beforeitstoolate he smashed down the door at the same moment Obi-Wan, sitting peacefully by the window, turned on the lightsaber pointing directly at his heart.

Time seemed to slow. Splinters of the door frame hung in the air as Anakin desperately pulled the lightsaber away from Obi-Wan in the half-second between activation and ignition.

He wasn’t quite fast enough.

Blue plasma pierced Obi-Wan’s chest as time caught up. Pieces of the wall shattered like shrapnel as he turned, shocked to see Anakin. The saber flew away in a straight arrow. 

Anakin threw himself to Obi Wan’s side, wildly trying to draw heat away from the searing hole before it could vaporize the surrounding flesh. He couldn’t tell what the saber had pierced, or how far it had gone in considering its last second movement.

One hand trained on a hundred battle fields robotically reached for his comm-unit to call for emergency medical assistance. His mind however, had largely been left behind a few minutes ago, when he was trying to pick what Obi-Wan would want to eat for dinner.

What came out his mouth was more incoherent shrieking than anything else, but he had at least called the correct line for temple aid.

He threw down the comm, focus intent on controlling the smoldering burn. The air around them seemed to boil and Obi-Wan started struggling to get away. Anakin bodily held him down, finally finding words,

“What the FUCK, OBI-WAN! YOU LITERALLY JUST PROMISED NOT TO DO ANYTHING STUPID! YOU PROMISED!”

“that’s why- hkk I  have  to” Obi-Wan rasped.

“Karking Fuck.YOU- STOP MOVING!”

Anakin felt a twinge of danger come from the side but was too focused to do anything but shift his body as shield. A sharp pain pierced his gut but he ignored it. 

The air crackled with heat and power as the wound beneath him cooled. A faint trickle of dark blood oozed out, probably burns breaking from recent movement, considering the instant cauterization. He couldn’t see any light coming through, which meant he had moved the saber at least a quarter klick before it activated, Anakin thought semi hysterically.

Finally, someone showed up to investigate the disturbance. In truth, probably less than a minute had passed since Anakin entered the room, but he really didn’t care.

“HELP ME!” Anakin shouted.

“What happened?” Mace Windu asked grimly, falling to the ground next to them. Not waiting for an answer, he set his lit saber aside and placed his hand to Obi-Wan’s forehead, stilling the violent thrashing.

Anakin opened his mouth but he just didn’t have the words. He didn’t know. 

“General Skywalker, report.” Mace Windu commanded sharply. 

“I left him alone to get dinner for us. I ran back and when I broke open the door he was holding the lightsaber to his chest. I tried...to pull it away. It pierced him, and I’ve been trying to manage the initial burn risk. I called for medi but I don’t know their eta.”

“They’re behind me. How did you get stabbed?” the Master demanded.

“How did I what?” Anakin looked down to see a vibroblade sticking out from his left side. Right, the pain from before. Obi-Wan suddenly mustered up the energy to wake up despite his state and Windu’s compulsion. He looked around wildly before yanking the knife from Anakin’s side.

Anakin gasped, but managed to still his brother’s hand using the force before he could finish bringing it up to his neck, which Anakin just noticed was bloody.

“STOP TRYING TO DIE!” Anakin screeched.

“...I’m...not....I’m....trying.....to...” 

But before Obi-Wan could finish the sentence, the healers finally arrived, pushing Windu aside to grab hold of Anakin and Obi-Wan. He could feel a buzz of energy go through him, stopping at the growing damp patch at his side. He tried to push the man away but the heat in the room was starting to make him dizzy

“I’m fine! Focus on Obi-Wan.”

Mace placed a hand on his shoulder, and in the gentlest voice he had ever heard from the man, said, “You’ve been stabbed Anakin. Let the healers help both of you- you’ve done well looking out for him.”

Obi-Wan, still occasional thrashing was being loaded onto a hoverstrech for transport. A second stretcher waited next to it. 

“Master Windu! He’s fighting us,” Master Che called sharply. “Can you tell us what happened?”

“Master Kenobi tried to kill himself,” Windu replied flatly. “His wounds are self inflicted and he’s violently fighting assistance” 

There was a beat as that information was processed. Knight Bant, who must have arrived at some point, said in slightly less flat voice, “He displayed erratic behavior earlier today, and I ruled out drug interactions.”

“Thank you, Knight Bant.” Master Che plunged a syringe of some kind into Obi-Wans thigh. He finally stopped attempting to fight, falling down onto the board. “Red team, with me. Orange, you have Skywalker,” She instructed sharply. 

Anakin numbly watched most of the healers leave with Obi-Wan through a hole in the wall. He slowly started to stand and somehow ended up guided into a seat on the hoverboard. Looking down, he was surprised to see his tunic cut away in favor of a large bacta patch. 

“Hey,” he protested. “Who stabbed me?”

“We can discuss that after you have surgery,” A Human healer replied. Master Covamos, he thought.

“This is my fault” Anakin said, suddenly urgent. “I shouldn’t have left him. He told me goodbye, he was saying goodbye all day, I should have...”

“You saved his life,” Windu interrupted. “You got to him just in time, don’t waste your energy on should-haves. Now sleep.”

Anakin wanted to argue more, but instead found himself laying down, vision blurring. His face felt damp, had he been stabbed more than once? Windu said a few more words he couldn’t quite make out. There was a brief stinging sensation, then everything faded away. 

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Part VIII