brinity having matching construction worker costumes. bryce only talking to "dupe trinity". bryce cuddling a pillow and not sydney. bryce saying he's always thinking about trinity. brinity both crying over each other.
Youâve had a rough morning. Woken up by your doorbell, you opened the door to see a group of men.
They had baseball bats and iron steel rods in their hands, grim looks on their faces.Â
You wanted to slam your door shut, but they were quicker â a foot in the doorway allowed them to force their way into your apartment.
They were there to collect your monthly installment â bloodhounds.
A few years ago, when your mother got sick, you had to take out a loan. Banks wouldnât grant you one, which drove you to be desperate enough to lend out money from a loan shark.
You were usually on time with your payments and stayed on top of your interest, but this month was rough on your finances and so you didnât get to pay the whole rate off.
Their message was clear, you understood immediately. But they still had to do what they were ordered to do â and so, you ended up with a lot of bruises all over your body.
Now, in the evening, the bruises started pulsing and took on a dark purple-blueish hue. Maybe they went easy on you, maybe you just got lucky, but you werenât that badly beat up.Â
Still, this wasnât something you wanted your boyfriend to see. Trying to spare him of the sight, you tried to tell him not to come over for the time being. You went with the excuse of a bad cold â that he really shouldnât catch it, because he needed to be fit for work.
You shouldâve known that nothing would stop Allen from seeing you, though. After all, heâd been going on about how excited he was to finally have a date night with you, after not being able to see each other for a while now.
So, it was only a matter of time until the bell rang and your boyfriend was at the door. Hesitantly, you opened the door for him, afraid to show him your wounds, because you knew heâd be worried sick over you.
Once he saw you, his smile dropped off of his face instantly. He carried a plastic bag in his hand, you assumed he brought over cold medicine for you.
âWhat happened?â He asked immediately. âWho did this to you?â
His voice was laced with anger, yet still a bit wobbly with emotion.
You didnât want to tell him, as you didnât want him to be in any trouble. So you shook your head, âIt doesnât matter. Donât worry, itâs not even as bad as it looksâŠâ
The attempt at playing it down didnât land with him. He already knew about your debt and your money troubles this month, so it wasnât hard for him to guess that bloodhounds gave you a visit about it.
âGive me their addressâ, he demanded. âIâm just going to pay off your interest for this month, so theyâll leave you alone.â
This would actually help you a lot. You didnât quite feel comfortable with taking his money, but you were afraid of the bloodhounds coming back if you didnât pay.
So you gave in and told Allen where the loan shark had his place of business. He tapped the address into his phone, before looking back up at you.
âIâll be back soon, babe. Order some food for us with my cardâ, he said with a gentle smile on his face. He handed you the needless cold medicine and his bank card, pushed your hair out of your face and kissed you.
You nodded and somberly smiled at him, before he turned away from your door and made his way out of your apartment complex with his eyes on his phone.
Heâs the best, you thought to yourself, as you closed the door and went to order from his favorite chinese place.
You sat on the couch, the TV played a random show that you couldnât really pay any attention to.Â
The chinese food had been long delivered, placed on the coffee table before you, and had probably already turned cold.
Itâs been about two hours since Allen left. You were getting worried. After all, he just wanted to give them money and come back, and the place wasnât that far away from your home.
Thatâs when your phone rang with an unknown number on the display.
With nerves, you accepted the call. This couldnât be a good sign.
Tears shot your eyes at what the woman on the phone told you. âWeâre calling as youâre the emergency contact in the patient's phone.â
The hospital.
âHeâs not in critical condition, but youâll probably still want to come visit him. Iâm not allowed to give you any details over the phone.â
You wiped the tears running across your face.Â
After you hung up the call, you went to put on your jacket, picked up your keys and purse, before leaving your home.
On the way to the hospital, you did your best to not start sobbing. You knew Allen wouldnât just take you getting hurt and not do anything about it. Yet you still allowed him to go there.
The man didnât know how to fight at all! Heâs a tech guy, not a fighter. This isnât what he does, he shouldâve at least asked the guys from his job to take care of it.
He worked around a bunch of boxers, if he had just asked them to accompany him, he wouldnât have gotten hurt.
You were worried sick all the way to the hospital, until you entered the room a nurse pointed you to after you asked about your boyfriend's whereabouts at the register.
There, Allen greeted you with a shy smile on his face, because he obviously knew that you knew that he lied to you about only paying the bloodhounds off. You wanted to scold him, but you couldnât.
Seeing him, awake and actually not that bothered about getting hurt, just melted all the worry and anger off of you.
âYouâre okayâ, you exhaled. It wasnât exactly a question, nor a statement. Just relief.
He nodded, âMhm, Iâm tough. I can take itâ, his smile grew wider. âPlus, they gave me a lot of pain medication. I donât even feel it.â
That made you laugh. âYou canât take this seriously?â
âI did take it seriously. You, getting hurt. Thatâs serious.â His suddenly very stern expression displayed how he meant it.
âAll that matters to me, is you. I donât care about me getting hurt, I just needed to show them not to fuck with my girl.â
Gosh, you loved this man so much.
You finally settled down next to his bed, on a chair. Your hands grabbed one of his and gently, you held it in both of yours.
Still teary eyed, you looked up at him and assessed his condition.
His left arm was in a sling, his face had a few bruises, but not much else was visible to you. He didnât even wear a hospital gown, still dressed in the shirt and sweatpants he wore when he came to your place earlier.
He could tell that you were inspecting his damage. So he explained, âMy shoulder is fractured and one of my ribs is sprained. But Iâm good and wonât even have to stay here for longer than a night.â
You nodded slowly. âI was so scared when they called me and told me you were in the hospital.â
He sighed. âIâm sorry, baby.â Allen pulled his hand out of your hold and moved your hair out of your face, gentle as he always was. âI wouldâve called myself, but they were busy with my shoulder, so I asked the nurse to call you.â
He patted your head and his eyes flickered between yours. âCâmere, gimme a kiss.â
A soft laugh left your lips, before you got up from your chair to lean into his face and kiss him. He held you by the back of your neck to pull you in closer.
What you intended to be just a short peck, was turned into a steamy mess of spit and tongue quickly.
âItâs honestly so hot that you went and avenged meâ, you giggled, when he let you pull back from his lips.
He chuckled breathily and placed another short kiss on your lips, before you sat back down in your seat. âIâd do it again any day.â
âYouâre my girl, after all. I love youâ, he whispered with passion in his voice. âIâm just sad about our date tonightâ, he pouted. âI was so excited to finally feel you againâŠâ
His sudden tonal switch to flirt with you made you gasp. âAllen! Weâre in a hospital, donât start with me.â
âIâm just saying, itâs been a week since Iâve had you!â He laughed, but there was a glint in his eyes that you could pick up anytime. âI really wanted to make you feel good today, before I saw what they did to you.â
You fiddled with Allenâs fingers, avoiding his piercing gaze. Honestly, you did want to feel him again, too. Because of work, he wasnât able to see you for the last few days, which is why he came to your apartment earlier regardless of your (pretend-)cold in the first place.
You had planned a whole cute date night, with food and a nice movie â that you wouldâve only watched for about twenty minutes before he wouldâve been all over you, anyway.
The thoughts of what tonight was supposed to be, added to how you could feel the rough skin of his fingers on your palms. This got you shimmying in your seat. You bit your lip instinctively as you looked in his eyes again.
âYâknowâŠyou could just close that curtain and join me in hereâ, he nodded his head to the side of him, where he made space in his bed. âThe nurse already checked in on me for tonight, they wonât show up here again until visitation timeâs over.â
For a moment, you hesitated. It was still a public space. But there wasnât anyone else in his room, and he had a point with the nurses.
Youâre usually not one for publicâŠactivities. But maybe, this morning, your head did get injured more than you thought, because you lacked the shame to put a stop to the idea.
So you got up to close the curtain around Allenâs bed and walked back to him. You made a swift notion of pulling down your pants, before climbing on top of Allenâs lap.
He broke out in a wide smile when he saw that he convinced you to be bad for once. The one hand that he could move, quickly found an anchor on your hip and squeezed your flesh.Â
âBaby, this is really, really sexyâ, he whispered, still smiling widely.
âWe need to be quietâ, you warned him before leaning forward to kiss him. He hummed against your lips agreeably before moving his hips up against where your bodies met.Â
You noticed him cringe a bit at the movement. âDoes this position hurt you?â
He shook his head quietly and assured you he was fine. You could already feel his excitement, his dick hard in his pants. He probably wouldnât tell you if it hurt, just because he really wanted you to continue.
Rolling your hips against him carefully â matching his movements â got a moan out of both of you.
âPleaseâ, Allen whimpered almost. âDo something, baby.â
This made you smirk, knowing that you had the power over the situation. But you didnât hold out too long â the teasing got to you, too.
You looked down between the two of you and scooted a bit back to pull Allenâs sweats and boxers down. His penis practically bounced out of the waistband, already erect with arousal. His tip was glistening with precum.
You sat back down on it, still wearing your own underwear, and rubbed your core against his shaft. The pressure made you whine. The fabric of your panties moved with your motions, the friction sending a blitz of pleasure through your abdomen.
âMmh, babeâ, Allen hushed. âTake these off.â With two fingers, he pulled on your panties. Usually, heâd have you underneath him and your underwear ripped off of your body already, but since one of his arms is immobile in the sling, he couldnât move at his pace.
âBe patientâ, you teased with a giggle. You couldnât wait much longer either, but it was fun to see him become desperate.Â
Right as you planned to get up to remove the last fabric separating you, he used his fingers to push your panties to the side and thumbed at your clit.
âNo time for patience.â He worked his thumb expertly over your sensitive bundle of nerves and made you slump over him in pleasure. Your head rested on the non-injured shoulder and you moaned into his neck.
âI wanna be inside you nowâ, Allen murmured into your ear. You could only nod to agree, positioning your hips above his, with his hand guiding you now.
There was still a bit of a stretch that you could feel as his tip slipped inside you and his hips slowly pushed upward. You pressed a hand against his chest to signal for him to wait.
âI need a moment to adjustâ, you whispered as you leaned back. You placed both of your hands behind your back, onto his thighs. This gave Allen a wonderful view of his dick halfway inside, between your wet lips.
You clenched and loosened your hole on purpose to drive him a bit mad, and it worked just as you expected it to. He pinched his eyes shut and sucked his teeth, before looking at you with lust in his eyes.
âPlease, babyâ, he begged. His hand was gliding away from your hip, toward your stomach and his thumb found its way back to your clit.
As he circled it with soft pressure, you hummed at the sensation. You could feel yourself relaxing, so you let yourself move downwards to meet his hips. When you sat fully on him, his dick was twitching inside you.
Allen continued to rub your clit and looked up and down between your face and where your bodies were connected.
âGod, I love being inside youâ, his voice was a bit too loud now, the pleasure clouding his mind.
You shushed him and started moving your hips up, just until only his tip was still inside. Both of you enjoyed sex most when it got a little rough, but you didnât want to cause any more pain for him. So you slowly moved back down, taking all of him in.
You could see that he was about to groan loudly, which made you quickly remove one of your hands from his thigh behind you to clasp it over his mouth. You kept it there as you continued to move up and down on his dick.
Only the wet sounds from your pussy gliding over his length and his hushed groaning beneath your palm filled the room. You tried not to land too hard on his thighs to avoid the extra noise from skin contact, but this meant that you couldnât take all of his dick in.
This bothered Allen, as he loved just burying his full length inside you. So he grabbed your waist and the next time you went down, he pushed his hip upwards â regardless of any pain he might feel with the strain â as he held you down with a tight grip on your flesh.
He kept you there, pressing all of his cock inside you, deep into your pussy. You whimpered at how full you felt.
As you noticed that you couldnât keep completely quiet anymore, you removed your hand from his mouth and immediately slammed your lips against his.
âYou feel so good, babyâ, Allen groaned into the kiss.
Your pelvis rotated in smooth motions toward him and back with his dick deep inside you still. His tongue played with yours and his fingers kept a quick rhythm, swirling around your clit.
You lifted yourself up off of him once, twice more, before you slumped down on him when you finally reached your orgasm.
To ride it out, you moved your pelvis back and forth again, moaning into his kiss how good his cock felt inside of you and how much you wanted his cum.
Your desperation paid off well, as he only humped up into you one more time before you could feel him releasing all of his cum into you. He now held you by the back of your neck as both of you shamelessly moaned in between kisses.
You had half a mind to think about how loud you were being and that someone passing by in the hall would definitely be able to hear whatâs happening in the room.
But the pleasure your boyfriend gave you just now was way too great to really care anymore.
Allen made sure you rode out your high by flicking over your clit again slowly, before stopping his motions and placing his hand at your hip to help you move off of him.
Out of breath, you were laying against each other in the small hospital bed. You felt his semen drip out of you slowly, so you carefully sat up to grab the tissue box that conveniently stood on the table next to his bed.
âLet meâ, he said in a low tone, as he pulled a tissue out and wiped it across your pussy. He smirked when you twitched as his hand pressed against you, but didnât say anything and didnât try to start anything up again.
He just cleaned you up before tugging your panties back into place.
âCâmere, let me cuddle my baby before you have to leaveâ, he cooed. The tissue was thrown on the bedside table, which you cringed at.Â
What if a nurse thinks that was just used to wipe up water or something? You made a mental note that youâre going to have to take that with you and throw it in the trash before you go back home.
But for now, you listen to your boyfriendâs demand and laid back down on his chest.Â
It was a bit of a struggle to find a good position where you werenât applying pressure to his rib or his arm in the sling. But once you found it, you could relax and just take in the moment.
Allenâs fingers barely touched your skin as he glided them up and down your arm. He hummed quietly before chuckling. With a questioning look, you turned your head upwards to see his face.
He answered before you could ask about whatâs got him laughing, âI should end up in the hospital more often, this was the best sex weâve ever had, I think.â
âNo, you should not!â You incredulously called out. But you still joined him with a laugh.
âBy the wayâŠâ, you hesitated to ask. âDid you actually pay them anything? Because I definitely want to pay you back, if you did.â
He hummed again. âYeah, I paid off your monthly interest before punching the guyâ, he smiled at this. He seemed too proud of himself for getting beat up this much. âBut you donât need to pay me back.â
You shake your head no, but he continued, âIn fact, I want you to rely on me more.â His hand reached up from around you to go through your hair.
âI earn more than enough for the both of us. Let me help you pay off your debt quickly and move in with me.â You were taken off guard by his request, but he still wasnât done.
âIâm tired of never seeing you when work gets busy. I want to come home to you and know that youâre always safe.â
Tears slowly collected in your eyes again. He really loved you so much, it filled you with such happiness.
You nodded before you kissed him. âThank you so much, Allen, youâre seriously the best thing to ever happen to me.â
âSame hereâ, he said with a smile before kissing you again.
đŸ summary: As you take up work as a bloodhound under Baek-Jeong and his lackeys, you get caught up in Allenâs sly scheme. Curiosity got the cat, so when the hacker offers something you canât refuse, you fall into his net.
đŸ warnings: violence, reader is a bloodhound, female reader, fingering, porn with plot!, lots of kissing, some swearing
đŸ A/N: This was supposed to be a short drabble just to get my feet wet after coming back from a very long break from writingâŠ. guess that didnât go as planned, whoopsie! There will be a second part, hopefully coming out soon!
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âWhat do I owe you?â You ask, the colorful paper in hand. Before you stood the not-so-trusty mechanic Taejoo, who always rips you off, but somehow you still havenât gotten around to finding a better guy. Whenever your bikeâs got an issue, heâs the one to fix it. Heâs good at his job, just a money-hungry asshole, is all.
âWell, it took some time to get the brakes installedâŠâ, he hesitates, looking around the garage, before his eyes settle back onto you. âSince itâs you, and youâve been coming here for years now, Iâll give ya a special deal. 130.000 Won.â
He smiles ear to ear and stuffs it into his backpocket.Â
âPleasure doing business with ya!â He chimes, making you scoff. No use complaining, since you have your bike back and in pristine condition.
Almost like someone was waiting for you to be able to work again, your phone rang with a certain notification, which you were all too familiar with. You pull your phone out of the pocket in your leather jacket and open the messaging app.
You watch as messages flood the chat, offering up their service. You join in, just a short text âIâm in.â â With such a high salary, itâs gotta be an important job, and you couldnât let the opportunity slip by to earn back what Taejoo just ripped out of your pocket.
Almost immediately, Manji checkmarked only your message, the signal of confirmation on who got the job. Right after, in your private chat, he sent you an address. You smirk.Â
âTaejoo, Iâm off. A job just came up!â You call out into the garage, the mechanic not in sight, but he oughta be around there somewhere, since he called back a quick goodbye from a hidden corner.Â
You sling your leg across the motorcycleâs seat and get your helmet situated on your head. Gloves on, engine roaring up as you turn the key. You push the stand up and roll back the accelerator to speed off, out of the garageâs driveway and onto the streets of Seoul.
Your bikeâs engine is purring as you slowly pull into a parking spot next to the very familiar black van. With your helmet still on and visor down, you look to your side and into the car window. Inside, on the driver's seat, you see Lee Man-Bae â who you also know as Manji.Â
His alias is famous across the underground world of the city and his reach goes far beyond that. Heâs a right-hand man to someone â who that might be, he never disclosed to you. After all, everything you do has to be handled with top secrecy. Which is why you donât know much about the man.
He opens his door and steps around the front of his car to stand before your bike.
âGood to see you again, Dahlia.â His voice is held down to avoid any outsider's attention on your conversation. The usage of your online-username in the group chat sends a shiver down your spine.Â
You were a big fan of true crime â when setting up your account, you took inspiration from the unsolved mystery surrounding the âblack dahliaâ.
âI hope youâre prepared?â He asks, and you only nod in response. âGood.â He adjusts his stance, âI need you to take a man down. Iâll send you his pictureââ he looks down at his phone and taps two, three, times.Â
The notification on your phone goes off and when you unlock it, you see a manâs face.
The picture was almost like a passport photo. He looked straight at you, or, well, the camera that captured his photo. But his eyes seemed to stare through the screen right at you.
You flip up your visor, to look into Man-Baeâs face. âHeâs the guy?â Man-Bae nods to confirm. âSoâŠhe has to live?âÂ
The man nods again.
âItâs of utmost importance that he stays alive until we get the answers we need from him. Only incapacitate him. This is why I picked you for the jobâ, Man-Bae reaches his hand out to the key on your motorcycle and turns the engine off.Â
He looks up at your eyes, not much else visible to him because of your helmet. âYouâre the best bloodhound there is, when it comes to knives. Do what you do best and youâll get paid well. This job could secure you a position with my boss, if you do it right.â
You clamp up a bit, rub your hands, still inside the gloves, on your thighs. Then you breathe in, out. You hold your breath for as long as it feels natural to your body.Â
Then, you nod. âAlright, where do I find him?â
âHeâs in this club. Saw him walk in just a moment before you drove up. Full black outfit, heâs got tattoos on his hands. Youâll notice him.â Man-Bae lights up a cigarette while explaining this to you.Â
You nod along.
âGet him outside, weâll pick him up.â
A question got stuck in your throat. We? Who else is here?
But you donât ask questions. So you take off your helmet, fix up your hair and makeup in the sideview mirror of Man-Baeâs van and strut towards the clubâs entrance.Â
Itâs a staircase down to the door, so as you turn around one last time before really walking in, towards where Man-Bae stood, only your head is visible from his position. You saw the vanâs door open, and a big guy hopping out. There were at least two more men in that car, but you pull yourself back to focus on the job at hand.
You turn back to the door, smile at the Bouncer and get let in immediately. Perks of being a beautiful woman.
The loud music blares out of the clubâs door into your face and you brazenly step into the lights, sound and the feeling of everyoneâs sticky, sweaty skin touching yours, as you squeeze past them to get to the bar.
It does not take long for you to find the man youâre looking for. He flirts with every woman at the bar, and with every rejection heâs coming closer to where you were sitting.Â
You decide to order a drink, to look less suspicious, while you were waiting on the right timing to strike.
Eventually, he does round up on you. He circles you from your left to your right side and starts drunkenly breathing his foul breath into your face. Ew.
You donât have to hold out for long though, as he brings up wanting to leave to a quieter place with you to âtalkâ pretty quickly.Â
âI thought youâd never askâ, you sarcastically bloated out. He took it as excitement on your part and told you to follow him out of the club.
Back outside,he was already three steps up on the staircase, when you think itâs time to start the show. You gasp and look down onto your boot-clad feet.Â
âSorry, I need to tie my shoes, my knot came loose,â you said with a shy giggle. He nodded and very slowly continued walking up the stairs, facing forwards.Â
Thank god, you think, as you use the opportunity to grab a small knife from the inside of your boot. Itâs small enough to almost entirely hide within your right fist.
When you got up the stairs, he had already been waiting on you. Time for the next move.
âLetâs call a taxi to a hotel, yeah?â You ask him, flopping your left hand onto his chest and dragging it down his upper body. He â of course â eagerly agrees and pulls out his phone. You do an expertly stupid move, that really only works with a drunk person, to get him to drop his phone.Â
Immediately, you exclaim âOh god, so silly of me!â and laugh. He turned a little and squatted down to examine his phone on the ground. Just as he was about to get back up, he screamed in pain.
Because as he squatted down, so did you, and you sliced your knife across the back of his ankles â severing his achilles tendons.
He drops forward with his face in the dirt, crying out in pain and writhing around to look at you. But you already turned away from him, watching as Man-Bae, the really big guy you saw earlier and another tall man walked up towards you with quick steps.
âHis phoneâs unlocked and his tendons are cut,â you sing-songed when they came close enough. Man-Bae and the really big guy picked your victim up by his arms and legs and shimmied their way to the van.
The tall man bent down to pick up the victimâs phone. After he stuffed it in his pocket, he stood in front of you with a paper bag in hand. âAh, the remaining amount.â You reach out to grab the paper bag from him, but he pulls it away.
You look at him confused but also quite irritated. Seeing your expression, he breathes out a chuckle.
âOur boss wanted to see you in case you did a good job tonight. Come to this address tomorrow at two pm. He doesnât like waiting, so be on time.â
He doesnât even give you the chance to say anything, just pushes the paper bag, including a sticky note with an address written on it, into your hands. He immediately turns around and walks to the van where he pulls open the door to sit down â and off they go.
Usually, on your jobs as a bloodhound, you never meet this many people. Now youâre supposed to meet their boss? Why should you?
Although, Man-Bae did mention that tonight could get you in with his bossâŠBut who even said thatâs what you wanted?
In your thoughts, you walk back to your motorcycle, pull the helmet over your head and turn the key over.
âUgh, what the hell do I know? I need a drink,â you mumble into your helmet while shaking your head.
Ding!
As the elevator doors open they reveal a chic hallway in front of you. You had your helmet in one hand and in your other the sticky note you received from the tall man last night.
You step out of the metal box onto the heavy marble floor. The address is a penthouse, the door to it right ahead.
Before your hand makes contact with the wood to knock on it, the door opens. Stunned, you look up into Man-Baeâs face.
âYouâre late.â
You tick your head to the side. It was two pm when you entered the elevator, which took you up to the highest level of the hotel. It couldnât have taken more than three minutes.
Man-Bae opens the door further into the room, steps aside and signals with a swift hand movement to enter.
That you do, looking around to scan your environment.
âThis must be DahliaâŠâ, a male voice trails off. âTell me, do you struggle to read the time?âÂ
Your eyes fly to the clock on the wall in front of you, before you look at the man who spoke to you. He sat on the sofa, legs sprawled out. A glass with â you presume â whisky inside, was held by his left hand. His right hand is in a fist, resting on his temple. Head turned slightly sideways to meet his fist, he looked you up and down.
âMy badâ, you say, walking towards the sofas in the middle of the room.Â
You lay your helmet on the pillows and walk around the side of the furniture to sit down opposite of the man, who seemed to be the boss Man-Bae spoke of.
He scoffs at your curt apology. Being on time really does matter a lot to him, it seems.
Man-Bae made his way to the sofa to your left, where another man youâve not come across yet sat. Last nightâs tall guy stood behind boss-man.Â
"AnywayâŠbesides being late, youâre good. That matters most.â Boss-man dropped his right hand and moved it with his words. âLetâs not complicate this. Iâll hire you, Man-Bae will give you the detailsââ
âWho said I want to work with you?â Your question interrupts him and his dissatisfaction over this fact was clear on his face.
An eyebrow raised, he counters: âFor me. Youâll work for me.â With clear emphasis on the âforâ. âAnd donât interrupt me.â
For a change, Man-Bae speaks up. âWorking for the president isnât something you should be ungrateful for. Heâs satisfied with your work from last night and wants you on his side.â
You look at him before asking. âThe president? Of what?â
âI run an underground boxing championship.â Boss-man responds. âWe always need people like you to take care of troublemakers.â
âAnd why should I?â You provoke. âWhatâs in it for me? I earn just fine with what I do now.â
âYouâll earn five times more than any regular bloodhound job will pay.â That got you interested.
You nod your head slowly, contemplating. This seems like easy money, the only downside being that this guy would be your boss. The whole crowd seems odd to you.
You have the boss-man â clearly a narcissist, his attitude pisses you off. Heâs got sharp eyes, his hair tied up in a tight bun with the sides shaved to just a few millimeters of length. The way he lounges on his sofa and talks down to you isnât something you usually tolerate.
Then thereâs Man-Bae, who you only fleetingly know. But what you know of him, has always seemed fishy. He said he used to be some kind of officer, didnât go into detail on where he worked or what exactly he used to do. Heâs apparently the right-hand-man to his boss and acts as Manji, whoâs famous in the darknet for getting everything done. He uses his bloodhounds, including you, to get the dirty work done.
Tall guy over there just stands like a statue, you could see the handle of a knife on his belt. He seems like he could fight well enough to maybe be a bodyguard â which seems odd, since boss-man looks like he can defend himself just well enough.
The really big man from last night wasnât anywhere to be seen today.
Last and maybe also least is the complete stranger sitting next to Man-Bae. Green hair, a lip ring and a few piercings on at least the one ear you can see. Heâs not been participating in this conversation at all, rather focusing on the laptop resting on his lap.
And anyway, what's with this underground championship business? How much could you really get paid from something that probably doesnât reach that many people?
âYou sure you can afford me?â You finally ask. âI donât know you or your championship, how am I sposed to trust any of this?â
âMh, I guess youâre right.â Boss-man nods his head as he straightens up in his seat. âIâm Im Baek-Jeong. Behind me is Tae-geom, this guy is Allen,â he points to the green-haired man. âAnd well, Man-Bae you already know.â
Baek-Jeong stands now and walks to a bar table to the side, to refill his glass. âI run the âIKFCâ.â he explained further. âWe have about four million members across the world, our earnings are more than enough.â
He turns to look at you before taking a sip of his drink. âDonât you worry, doll. Iâm a man of my word, and Iâll make sure youâll get paid well for your work.â
You donât really know what happened back there, but somehow youâre employed by Baek-Jeong now. In a daze, you leave the elevator, back on the ground level again.Â
Heâs really persuasive, this Baek-Jeong guy. He had Allen show you their website, their earnings from their last published fight, and suddenly you signed a contract.
Personal bloodhound for some president of an illegal boxing championship â you wouldâve never guessed this is where youâd be after taking last nightâs job.
But here we are.
You remember Baek-Jeongâs words as you got ready to leave his penthouse: âI like to keep my people close, so youâll move into an apartment downstairs. Man-Bae will text you the details.âÂ
âI guess I should pack my shitâŠâ, you mumble as the concierge opens the doors for you to leave the hotel building.
You turn around in your bed for the nth time that night.
Itâs been three weeks since you moved into the hotel room, not one night went by without trouble falling asleep. Not because it was uncomfortable â the opposite, your room was very nice. A big bed, room service and fancy decor.
Finding sleep is just extremely difficult with your neighbor staying up all night watching movies, playing video games and whatnot.
The wall behind your bed was shared with Allenâs room.
That green haired idiot sleeps almost all day and spends his awake time at night in front of his computer â and you could hear everything.
You always know what game he plays, if he wins or loses the round, which show or movie he watches or what he works on for the IKFC-Website. Alongside the noises from his speakers, you hear his voice, cursing, celebrating, laughing.
Every.little.thing.
Since youâre new, you tried to be the polite neighbor. Itâs not your style to bang on walls or go knock on his door to confront him. But it did irk you.
Sometimes, in order to fall asleep, your trusty little friend comes in handy â after all, a good orgasm will send everyone off to dreamland. Other times, earplugs will do.
But tonight, youâre out of earplugs. And just as your me-time was about to be finished, your vibratorâs battery ran out.
You were left high and dry, with open ears. Which is why now, at 3.37 AM, you are so desperate for sleep, that you even switched your position in bed, so your pillow laid, where usually your feet rest.Â
Nothing helped, the little sleep you were getting lately made you sloppy at work. You even got in trouble with Baek-Jeong over it.
Thinking about that, you finally got fed up enough to just get up, walk over to Allenâs door and knock repeatedly against the wood.
A moment passed, where nothing happened. For a second, you thought he was ignoring you. But then, inside, something clattered and shortly after, the door opened slowly. LED-Lighting greeted you before anything.
âAre you lost or something? Wrong door.â Allen greets you, quite rudely.Â
His face is telling you that heâs dissatisfied with the interruption you brought on. His green hair is ruffled up, standing in all directions. Heâs removed most of his piercings, besides the lip ring and the hoops heâs wearing in his lobes. His bodyâs clad in black sweatpants and a white, a bit loose, blank t-shirt.
You rasp your throat, hand in a fist in front of your mouth, before speaking. âNot lostâ, you state. âI canât sleep, because of you.â
He raises an eyebrow. âHow so?â
Unbelievable. As if he wouldnât notice how loud heâs being every night. When everything else is quiet, barely any cars are out and no hotel staff or guests walk in the halls, every noise is only amplified, so he has to know! Right??
âI can hear everything you curse at in your stupidly loud games, I know basically every movie youâve watched since I moved here. I get that youâre a night owl â me too!â You pause to adjust your footing. âBut you could lower the volume, yâknow?â
Youâre really trying to speak nicely to him, after all, you didnât come here for a fight. But the way he looks at you tells you, he took offense to what you were saying.
âYouâre one to talk, huh?â
He frowns as he looks you up and down. This is when you realize that you didnât cover up, before coming to his door. All you were wearing were your very, very, skimpy, frilly pajamasâŠas in, shorts barely covering your ass, your midriff uncovered and the spaghetti sleeves hanging loosely off your shoulders.
Plus the pink bunny slippers on your feet. GreatâŠ
You pause in your thoughts though. âWhat do you mean by that? Iâm never loud.â Now youâre offended. Is he really trying to shift the blame on you right now?
âI wasnât gonna say anything to you, since itâs probably really embarrassingâ, he starts. His eyes didnât stay on you, shifting to the side, behind you. âBut my stuffâs only this loud to drown out your noises.â
âWhat noises?â You ask with a rough tone, almost wincing at it yourself.
âYâknow what noisesâŠâ, He trails off. When you only look more confused, he steps towards you, close enough for you to feel his breath on your face. He leans into your ear, âYour moansâ, he elaborates. âAnd your vibrator.â
Oh my god.
You can feel your face, your ears, your whole body, warming up. This is so embarrassing.Â
You never thought about it, but it makes sense. If you can hear him calling out things in his games, he can hear you calling out moans, too. The connecting wall was thin, after all.
You could die of shame on the spot. Allen stepped away already, obviously amused with your reaction.
âYou seemed frustrated earlier.â He smugly states. So he really hears everything. Including you cursing at the battery of your vibrator dying earlier and your frustration at not finishing.
You fumble for words. âOkay, listenâ, you start. âIâm sorry for complaining about the noise. I didnât realizeââ
âYou sure?â He pipes in. âSometimes it almost felt like you were provoking me.â Thereâs a smirk on his face when Allen says this.
âProvoking you?â You exclaim. âHow would I provoke you, Iâm justââ
âJust felt like you wanted me to hear, is all.â He interrupted you, again. You cannot believe the smugness on his face.Â
As if youâd want anyone to hear you jerk off, especially one of Baek-Jeongâs guys. Heâs basically your coworker!
âAnd I meanâŠâ, he points his finger in your direction, moving it up and down. âNow you show up here like thisâ, he laughs a little. âYou want me to finish you off since your batteryâs dead?â
Your eyes would fall out of your head, if they could. You stammer around, just shocked at his words. But the way he bites his lip, playing around with the metal ring on his lip, as he obviously looks at your naked thighs, makes you realize heâs totally serious about the offer.
âLetâs justâŠboth mind the thin walls and keep it down in the future.â You rasp your throat again and step to the side, ready to leave and bury your head in your pillow.
As you turn around, your wrist is grabbed, and Allen is behind you. He holds your wrist in his one hand, another pulls your hair away from your neck, gathering it all on one side. His face is close to you again, breath hitting your nape.
âWhyâd you squeeze your legs like that when I suggested it, if youâre just gonna play coy now and leave?â Allenâs voice is but a hush, he almost whispers in your ear.Â
You swallow, let out a thin breath. You couldnât believe he noticed that.
âIâll be really quick, my fingers are fast.â He speaks against your neck. Still holding your wrist, but not tightly, his other hand moves down to your hip and glides down your thigh. âIâm also much better than that vibrator ever could be.â
His big hands on your skin are warm and rough. The way he towers over you from behind, his lips almost touching your neck, the rasp in his voice â all of itâs driving you crazy.Â
So crazy, that youâre actually considering it. You shudder.
âHow fast?â Is all you come up with. Youâre curious.Â
Heâs been making you curious ever since you saw him on that first day. Allenâs got this mystery around him, never saying much, always glued to a screen. You noticed his fingers moving on a keyboard before and have to admit that your mind wandered to dirty places.
He chuckles. Your question let him know that heâs got you on the hook. With the small confirmation, he moves forward and places his lips on your skin for a short moment. The hand on your thigh squeezes your flesh and the hand on your wrist moves up to your shoulder.
âCâmere ân lemme show you.â He utters against your neck. He turns you around to face him and lets his lips clash onto yours. You didnât have much time to think about it, before muscle memory kicks in, as you reciprocate the kiss.
Itâs messy, but thatâs how you like it. His tongue didnât take long to enter your mouth and search for yours to circle it. You let out a small moan into his mouth. Thereâs heat collecting in your abdomen and you canât help but let your hands land on his chest and around his neck.
With ease, he moves both of you mid kiss into his room. He removes one of his hands from your body to close the door behind him and places it on your cheek right after. The hand slides backwards to your ear, into your hair, where he softly grabs your roots. You moan again.
Allen moves his head back and chuckles. âSounds familiar.â
You look at him with annoyance, but he kisses you again before you could counter with anything.
Allen continues to move you in his room. When you feel a mattress on the back of your legs, he leans down against you, to have you sit on the bed.
He stops the kiss again, leaving you with heavy breathing as you look up at him. He still stands in front of you, between your legs. When he straightens up into his full height, he towers over you once again.
âScoot.â Allen orders almost, nodding his head upwards in the direction of his bed. You listen embarrassingly quickly to his words and move yourself up to his pillows.
He smirks again. That pisses you off, how is he so confident?
Yet again, Allen did get you in his bed. So why not be confident?Â
Allen sits down to your right side on the bed, placing his right hand immediately on your thigh to slide it in between your legs. For a second you thought youâd start to feel awkward now, but almost as if he could read your thoughts, he turned your head to him with his other hand.
âIâm gonna touch you nowâ, he states matter of fact. But before he does, he looks you in the eyes and waits. His hand stays in the same spot on your thigh, just a hair away from your center. You nod, but that isnât enough for him. âI want you to actually say it.â
âPlease.â You whisper. âTouch me.â
He hums, pleased with your response. His head moves in for a kiss, at the same time as his finger presses against your shorts. He presses the entire side of the finger against you, rough enough for you to feel it through the pajamas and your underwear.
You thank the heavens that you wore cute panties â entirely by coincidence â tonight, as you wiggle your hips against his finger. The pressure is nice, but you want more.Â
Allen knows this, as he feels your kisses become desperate. He smirks against your lips and decides to move his hand swiftly to slide past the hemline of both your shorts and your panties, onto your skin. He pushes the fabric to the side and presses his thumb almost smack-dab onto your clit.
Surprised at his immediate perfect placement, you moan into his mouth.
He slowly rotates his thumb clockwise on your clit once, then twice. Youâre already wet from just his kisses and the way his hands caressed your whole body on the way to the bed.
He feels this and decides to take his index finger and push into the wetness.
âAllen!â You exclaim with a moan. You didnât expect him to move so quickly, and he chuckles.
âDonât wanna waste any time.â He speaks against your lips. He places kisses to your cheeks and your neck before he moves his head back a little to look at you.
Allen can feel that youâre already able to take his second finger. You sigh, as he pushes his middle finger in with the index. You move your legs around, one now laying over one of his and the other you let flop to the side. It gave him a slither of a view to your privates, but your pajamas covered most of you still.
This frustrates him, so he suddenly removes all fingers, and his lips, leaving you with a gasp. You look at him confused, but heâs already on the task of sliding down your pants and underwear.
Guess it didnât matter whether your panties were cute or not, as he didnât pay them any attention.Â
After he threw the clothes to the ground, he readjusts both of you to the way you were and wasted no time in sliding both of his fingers back into you. His thumb expertly moves with pressure against your clit and the sudden wave of pleasure makes you break out in rows of moans. You grasp onto his shoulder as you look up at his face. He was looking up and down between your face and in between your legs.
âYour pussyâs so wet, I bet you were just waiting for this to happen, hm?â He said, voice laced with lust. âI was waiting, too.â His admission surprised you, because you honestly didnât expect anything to happen between the two of you.Â
âWere youââ you let out a moan mid speaking. âWere you loud on purpose so IâŠâ, you pause when he changed rhythm, âSo Iâd come to your door?â
All Allen did was laugh, but you figured that was confirmation enough. So he provoked you after all, and he was so sly about it, too. But you canât be mad about it, because the way he moves his fingers is definitely something you wouldnât want to miss out on.
You move your hand to the back of his head, grab his hair and pull him into you for another kiss. God, heâs so good at all of what heâs doing to you right now.
His fingers move in synchronicity and you could feel yourself getting close. He was right when he said heâd be better than your vibrator â there was nothing that could compare to this.
âMh,â he wants to speak, so you let your grip on his hair loose, giving him space to move his head back and to look at you again. âWant you to cum for me right nowâ, he murmurs before sliding his tongue back into your mouth.
You nod excitedly and repeatedly, signaling to him that you were about to.
He took this as a challenge, didnât change anything about the rhythm his fingers were plunging in and out of you and moving up to press against the soft tissue inside. He keeps his thumb circling your clit and pressing against it, listening to your muffled moans build up.
When you clenched so tightly around his fingers, he knew you had reached your climax. You nearly screamed, throwing your head back into the pillow and riding your hips against his fingers.
âOh my god, Allenâ, you moan. âPlease, ohââ
âMmh, I knowâ, he whispers, leaning down to place kisses against your neck. He continued to move his fingers, slowing down the tempo but still letting you ride out your orgasm. âGood girl, just cum on my fingers.â
His dirty talk is definitely hitting the right spot for you. You could just feel tingles in your core and the pressure that built up releasing onto his fingers. His lips were against your skin and he placed his free hand onto your head to pet your hair down. You bet itâs all messy from moving around against him and his pillow.
When your breathing calmed down and you stopped moving your hips, he slowly slid his fingers out of you. You look down, out of instinct, and see him taking his fingers into his mouth. He licked off your cum and hummed lowly in his throat.
âYou taste wonderful.â
You feel the warmth in your cheeks again. What the hell is wrong with this guy?
âLet me taste you properly next time.â He smirks.Â
âNext time?â You exhale. Heâs already planning on a next time while youâre just exhaustedly trying to catch your breath. âBut you didnât cum yetâ, you state.
âIâll jerk off to the mental image of this later.â He says this way too casually.
You almost donât want to ask, but curiosity gets the better of you. âDid you jerk off to me before?â
He looks you in the eyes and kisses you before answering. âYeah, of course.â Another kiss. âEverytime I could hear you moaning, all I could do was imagine what youâd look like with my dick inside your pussy.â
You opened your mouth to speak, but turned out to be speechless. How is he so casual about this?
âItâs all I could think of whenever I saw you in meetings too, having you suck my dick while I work, or letting me eat you out on my desk.â He looks towards his desk, as if heâs imagining it right now again.Â
âYou down for any of that?â This time he looks at you, his eyes peering directly into yours. Heâs still got his hands on your head and on your thigh, caressing your skin.
You couldnât believe what you were saying. âSounds fun.â
The Dance Teacher - When you rent the dance studio opposite his motherâs cafe, Kim Gun-Woo canât help but fall for you. But his fear of becoming like his father outweighs his desire to get to know you more. So he tries to keep his distance. But you make it so hard for him to stay away.
Sunday 9th February
Seeking Attention - Hong Woo-Jin has a thing for the new Pilates instructor at the gym. But as someone whoâs been left broken hearted one too many times, youâre going to make the cocky boxer work for your attention.
Monday 10th February
Green Eyed Monster - Park Gyeong-Seok's ex-wife has returned, determined to take back what's hers. But you're not going down without a fight.
Tuesday 11th February
The Gentle Giant - Do Jin-Woong is a talented fighter, and he's drawn into the world of illegal bare knuckle boxing. When he meets you, he turns his back on the sport, desperate to make an honest living. But when it's a constant struggle for money, how long will he be able to stay away?
Wednesday 12th February
Old Habits - When Seong Gi-Hun arranges to meet his estranged daughter, he gets a shock, which sends him stumbling back into old habits
Thursday 13th February
The Path to Redemption - Haunted by the choices he made in life, Hwang Yang-Jung lives a quiet life devoted to helping at risk youth. When he meets you, the beautiful youth worker, he tries to stay away. But he doesn't realise that you're anything but innocent, and that your life had been just as dangerous as his.
Friday 14th February
Your Knight in Motorcycle Leathers - When your sat nav leads you astray, you end up outside Lee Du-Yeong's workshop. Will this chance meeting lead to more?
Cut From the Same Cloth - Hwang Yang-Jung x Fem!Reader
Follow up piece to:
The Path to Redemption
Synopsis: When trying to break up a fight, Hwang Yang-Jung comes to your aid. As the two of get to know each other, you realise you're more alike than you think.
There were so many reasons why youâd decided to become a youth worker. You wanted to make a difference, wanted to give chances to the kids who would otherwise be overlooked. But mostly your desire to help came from a place of understanding, of knowing exactly what it was like to be helpless and alone at such a young age. Youâd found yourself on the streets at only 13, and youâd had to grow up overnight. You were young, too young to be expected to face the hardships of life alone, and yet that was where you found yourself. With nowhere to go, and no one to turn to, you had to learn to fend for yourself, had to learn how to steal and lie and cheat just to survive. Youâd spent freezing cold nights hunkered down in a doorway or huddled under a pile of cardboard in a dirty alleyway. Youâd stolen cups of ramen from convenience stores, only to remember you had no hot water to cook them with, forced to eat the dried, hard noodles straight from the pack with tears in your eyes. Youâd fought off men twice your size, had learned to defend yourself against those who wanted to take your meagre supplies, or worse.
Youâd been given a lifeline by the orphanage, the kindness shown to you by the staff something you hadnât experienced in many years. After three years of fighting tooth and nail to stay alive, theyâd given you a place to stay, had given you the opportunity to be a kid again. It was why youâd chosen to stay, to attend college and train to be a youth worker. The orphanage had given you your life back, and you intended to spend the rest of yours paying them back for the kindness they had shown you. You loved working with the kids, showing them that it was ok to be vulnerable and scared, to teach them how to cope with the overwhelming feelings that came with being homeless. Even though all of the children in your care were safe, many of them struggled to adjust to life away from the streets. It hadnât been an easy transition for you, and you understood how they were feeling.
Some would cry, some would have paralysing night terrors and others would lash out with violence. Youâd taken a punch to the face a fair few times, but each time they lashed out, you made sure to treat them with kindness and respect. It wasnât uncommon for fights to break out between the children either, disagreements erupting over food, water and even colouring pencils.
You found yourself in between two rowdy teenage boys, both far bigger than you in stature and weight. You werenât sure what had caused the argument, but it had erupted into chaos in a matter of seconds. You could hear the cries of the younger children as they shrunk away from the violence, could hear the gasps of the older teens as they stood and watched the scuffle.
âThatâs enough!â you cried, trying and failing to push the boys apart. You were strong, but the teens were stronger, and you didnât stand a chance. You looked wildly around the garden, hoping some of your colleagues would be coming to your aid, but you were entirely on your own.
The boys rained punches down on one another, your shouts for them to stop falling on deaf ears. You were getting desperate now, keen to stop the fight before someone did irreversible damage.
âI said stop!â you yelled, shouting so loudly you hurt the back of your throat. Once again, your orders were met with non-compliance, and you were out of ideas.
âENOUGH!â
The deep, thunderous tone of the voice behind you brought everyone to a standstill, including you. You turned to see Hwang Yang-Jung marching up the pathway, his face like thunder.
âDo you think this is any way to act?â he demanded, staring down the two teens who had ceased their assault on one another. Their heads bowed, their gazes trained at the floor, they shook their heads.
âNo, sir,â they mumbled in unison.
âApologise to your teacher,â he said, his voice softer now, âand go and clean yourselves up.â
The two boys scarpered, as did the rest of the children, returning to their activities as though nothing had happened. Your breathing was coming thick and fast, exerted with the effort of trying to break up the fight.
âAre you alright?â Yang-Jung asked, taking in your dishevelled appearance. Your face was red, your jeans and cardigan covered in mud. You still looked beautiful though, still lit that all too familiar fire in the pit of his stomach.
âYes,â you smiled, brushing off the worst of the mud and grass. âThank you for helping. Were you here to see someone?â
Yang-Jung felt his face flush, laughing nervously as he ran a hand through his short salt and pepper hair. Heâd come to speak to you, to finally ask you to dinner after weeks of psyching himself up. You spent every week at his restaurant, and yet you were always so busy with the kids that you never got to try and of his food. He wanted a chance to get to know you, to show you what he was capable of cooking. Yang-Jung wanted to give you a break, to let you take some time for yourself, now more than ever after witnessing the fight.
âI uh⊠I wanted to ask if you were free tonight,â he mumbled. He felt like a nervous boy asking out his high school crush, his palms sweaty as he forced himself to maintain eye contact with you.
âI am,â you smiled, âwhy? Did you need help with something?â
âNo! No, I uh⊠I wanted to ask if you wanted to have dinner with me⊠At my restaurant.â He could stop stuttering, couldnât seem to stop stumbling over his words. The early afternoon sun made your skin glow, your eyes glistening as you looked up at him.
âThat would be really nice,â you smiled. âIâll see you tonight.â
Yang-Jung had prepared a feast, sparing no expense when it came to creating the perfect meal for you. He could feel the nerves rising as he counted down the minutes to your arrival, putting the finishing touches on the dishes. You were a vision in a red sundress, the vivid colour perfectly complimenting your skin. He found it so easy to talk to you, the conversation flowing better than he ever could have expected. You were funny, and smart, and so full of passion for the work that you did. Â Yang-Jung found himself constantly getting lost in your eyes, the melodic sound of your voice lulling him into a blissful haze.
âSo, what made you decide to become a youth worker?â he asked, pouring you another glass of white wine.
âI was an orphan,â you admitted, taking a large sip of Sauvignon Blanc as you prepared to bare your soul. âI wanted to give something back to the place that helped me.â
You told him about your time on the streets, about the things youâd been forced to do to survive. Yang-Jung had no idea youâd been through so much, had no idea youâd both experienced the pain of homelessness. As he told you about his time living on the streets of Seoul, you felt the air shift between you. Something had changed, the two of you brought together by the hardships youâd faced.
You wanted to take his face in your hands, to kiss away the pain that was evident in his eyes. Slowly reaching your hand across the table, you entwined your fingers with his, smiling slightly as the two of you swapped horror stories. You didnât want the night to end, didnât want to go back to your apartment alone. But it was getting late, and you had early start, and as much as you wanted to spend all night with Yang-Jung, you needed to get back.
âI had a really nice time,â you smiled, both of you lingering by the door, neither of you wanting the night to end. âMaybe we can do it again?â
âAbsolutely,â he whispered, completely entranced by the way your face looked bathed in the light of the full moon. You were radiant, so stunningly beautiful and he wanted to pull you back inside, to kiss every inch of your body and make love to you on the table. You caught each otherâs eye, smiling sheepishly as you both willed yourselves to make a move.
It was you who caved first, standing on your tiptoes to brush a soft kiss across his lips. Your gentle touch lit a fire within him, sending a wave of electricity through every cell of his body. He wanted more, wanted to pull you in and deepen the kiss, wanted to hear you moan against his lips, but something stopped him.
âIâll see you soon,â you smiled, climbing into the taxi that waited to take you home.
As he watched you leave, Yang-Jung could have kicked himself. He hesitated because he was scared, unable to admit that someone like you would want someone like him. The two of you may be cut from the same cloth, may have been marred by similar tragedies, but he still couldnât bring himself to accept that he deserved happiness.
He had to figure out what scared him more: taking the first steps towards a relationship with you, or letting you go?
Summary: After a whole summer away, you see your best friend George and... he's different.
Warnings: Childhood friends to lovers, the reader literally drools for George, George is obvious till the end, fluff, jealousy,cursing, George being a git while Fred plays an important role! If you're a minor, do not interact with this post! I had to change their ages for the story (I know they should be younger!).
English isn't my first language, so please be kind! I do not own Harry Potter's characters. This is pure imagination! Do not copy my works, please! Enjoy!
âË âż Based on Sabrina Carpenter's song! I'm publishing the 1st part of this story because I want to write a longer fanfic!
Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5
You've always been part of the Weasley's family.
Like Arthur, your father worked for the Ministry of Magic in the Misuse of Muggle Artefacts Office. They were both fascinated by Muggles and their ability to live their lives without magic. Molly and your mother, on the other hand, met when they were two teenagers at Hogwarts, sharing the same dorm as well.
When you were born, six years after the birth of your older brother, you have basically grown up with the twins.
The three of you have been, unluckily, separated when the sorting hat chose your house - Hufflepuff, like your grandmother.
But still, you were inseparable. Always spending the holidays together, from Christmas to summer break.
This summer, however, Arthur won the annual Daily Prophet Grand Prize Galleon Draw, and they flew to Egypt to see Bill.
That's why you and your family decided to visit your grandparents in Ireland (even though it was really strange to spend their first summer break away from the Burrow).
For a month, you received letters and pictures from mostly everyone. Seeing their happy faces and their wide smiles made you happy, too.
You sent letters to them as well. Writing long and heartfelt letters, knowing damn well that Fred wouldn't even read them, while George would keep them inside the small box you two made when you were kids.
It's an old cardboard box - one that you and George made when you were around 6 years old. Every time you gifted each other something, you carefully put it inside of it. Now they were both sixteen, and the box was literally heavy.
You and George have always had a special connection. Despite Molly and your mother acting like you two were going to marry one day, you've never thought about him that way.
Merlin, you've basically seen him naked when he was 10! How could you even be in love with George of all people?
Or at least, that's what you believed.
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When September came, you were already rushing towards the King's Cross Station, walking inside the Platform 9Ÿ.
"Dear, stop running! You won't see anything if you run!" your mother warned you, concerned.
"Don't worry, mum!" you giggled, finally stopping on your tracks as soon you saw two red-haired boys.
"George! Fred!" you yelled, running towards them with a huge smile plastered on your face.
"My little butterfly!" George wrapped his strong arms around your waist, lifting you up and spinning you around.
"My little butterfly? Really? Will you still call her that way in ten years?" Fred groaned, rolling his eyes at how cheeky you two were.
"She'll always be his butterfly," Molly chuckled, shaking her head in fondness. "Some things never change!"
But oh, they were about to change.
"You have long hair now! You both have long hair," you gasped, looking at both George and Fred.
"Yeah, guess we wanted to look more mature," Fred murmured, while George grinned shyly.
"You - you look mature, very mature," you whispered, blushing.
"Oh, my two young men!" Molly chuckled, smacking their cheeks affectionately, earning a groan from both of them.
"Hurry up, or you'll lose the train!" Arthur urged them to go away. "Molly, leave the kids"
After you bidded farewell to your families, George, Fred, and you stepped inside one of the train compartments of the Hogwarts Express.
A lady from Honeydukes Express, with a trolley full of sweets, knocked on your compartment... and despite having a sweet tooth, you couldn't fully concentrate.
You were shamelessly staring at George.
When did you get hot? All the sudden I could look you up and down all day.
You shook your head, trying to push those thoughts away. Since when did you drool over George? The same guy who spat a bogey flavoured bean right on your favourite skirt years ago?
That's not possible... right?
"Oi, do you want a bean?" Fred tapped your shoulder, handing you the small package of Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans. "Be careful, you may find another terrible bean"
"Ew, no thanks."
George chuckled, putting a bean inside his mouth smoothly without breaking eye contact.
"Scared you'll eat a vomit flavoured one again?"
You rolled your eyes, throwing a piece of paper in his face.
"I do not want to eat those things anymore. I lost count on how many terrible tastes I've found"
Fred hummed, nodding in approval.
"You're right. But what's life without a bit of risks?" but as soon as he put one between his lips, he threw it away. "EARWAX"
Both you and George made a face of disgust, eyeing the exact same sweet.
"Chocolate frog!" you said in unison, launching towards the small package that was lying quietly on top of the empty seat.
"I said that first!" you replied, trying to snatch the Chocolate Frog from his hands.
"I looked at it first!" George spoke back, licking your hand, causing you to gasp in horror.
"You're acting like two kids who have never seen or eat a Chocolate Frog. George, get out and buy another one"
George huffed and stood up, walking towards the lady with the trolley.
"Excuse me, can I have a chocolate frog, please?"
"You can have mine," a squeaky voice reached his ear. "I bought one for my friend, but she doesn't want it"
The girl smiled widely at him, blushing and batting her last at him.
"Uhm... thanks." George murmured, accepting the chocolate frog with a small nod.
"I'm Lydia, by the way," the girl giggled, waving at him excitedly.
Once George walked back inside the compartment, he sat down next to you.
"I got it for free," he wiggled his eyebrows, grinning. "A girl gave it to me"
Fred snorted, high-fiving him.
"Good job, mate! Was she pretty?"
"Wait, slow down. A girl gave you a chocolate frog without any reasons?" You murmured, furrowing your eyebrows.
"Why do you sound so surprised? I'm irresistible. No one can resist this face." he winked at you, biting down the head of the chocolate frog. "I got Dumbledore once again!"
You ate the chocolate slowly, almost... absently. Your mind was already working, connecting dots and making absurd scenarios.
"But yeah," he shrugged his shoulders. "She's cute... with blonde hair and green eyes, absolutely pretty"
Fred groaned, telling him how 'lucky' he was, while you were biting that damn chocolate frog roughly now.
"Oi, you're destroying that poor frog," George murmured, smiling innocently.
As if he hadn't done anything. As if your heart wasn't beating faster at the thought of another girl flirting with him.
"Who's she?" You didn't want your voice to sound so strained, yet it came out as a choked murmur. "I mean... she's apparently pretty and all"
Fred studied your face, contemplating. As if he was already understanding something that even you couldn't fully understand.
"Her name's Lydia. She's a Ravenclaw." George stretched his arms, locking eyes with you. "But I don't want to talk about her... I missed you"
Your gaze softened, a fond smile formed on your lips. "I missed you, too. Both of you."
"It was weird... not having you with us, spending a summer break without your old books falling from your hands." Fred teased you, ruffling your hair.
"Hey! At least you saw something way older than my books. How big were the pyramids?"
Both of them stood up, mimicking how big the pyramids were, rambling about everything they saw and how they had tried to shut Percy inside a pyramid but failing as soon as Molly caught them.
~~~~~~~~~~~
The familiar castle of Hogwarts welcomed them... but despite their excitement, the sight of the Dementors 'supervising' Hogwarts from any possible harm after Sirius Black's escape from Azkaban made the atmosphere dark.
"It's colder in here, isn't it?" George murmured, wrapping his arm around your shoulder to keep you close.
"This is crazy. Black escapes from one of the most secure prisons, and we're the ones who have to endure these horrible creatures." Fred shook his head, walking towards the entrance faster. "Come on, let's go inside before those things suck our happiness away."
"I'm so hungry," you spoke excitedly, walking inside the Great Hall.
"You're always hungry," George laughed, following you until you reached your house's table. "See you later"
You hummed softly, sitting down next to Alice, one of your closest friends.
"Hey, sweetie," Alice hugged you, "What happened to Fred and George? They're hot as hell."
You rolled your eyes, smacking her arm gently.
"You're talking about my best friends!" You chuckled, earning a huff from her.
"Oh, come on! Have you seen them?"
"I did, yeah." you whispered, glancing at George.
"You're drooling." Alice cackled, covering her mouth.
"I am not drooling!" you replied quickly, looking away from George's direction.
"Who's that girl sitting close to him?"
Your head snapped abruptly towards the pair, your eyes zeroed on the way this mysterious girl was literally clinging to George's side.
"I have no idea," you exhaled, biting your lips hard.
"You're going to make it bleed," Alice whispered. "Besides, you're basically fuming."
You took a slow breath, shifting your gaze to the plate in front of you.
"I'm not fuming. George can do whatever he wants with whoever he wants"
"Suure," Alice muttered while you stuffed your mouth with... roasted potatoes.
~~~~~~~~~~~
A few months later, Lydia kept dancing around George until she successfully managed to kiss George.
And you saw it all.
You were walking towards the Gryffindor common room with two cupcakes in hand, something you had prepared for the twin's seventeenth birthday. You've always loved to bake, especially during special events. But when you saw a red-haired guy kissing a blonde girl fervently, the cupcakes fell from your hands.
George was kissing Lydia.
His hands were wrapped around the girl's waist, and his tie was loosened.
Your feet moved before you could register the scene in front of your eyes, running away without any care.
Why was the sight of George kissing another girl upsetting you this much?
"Hey, little hellion." Fred called you, hands in his pockets and a grin plastered on his face. "Where are you running to?"
"I'm fine, don't worry about me." you whispered with choked voice.
Fred furrowed his eyebrows, catching your wrist firmly. "Don't worry about you? There is clearly something wrong, and you tell me not to worry about you? What happened?"
When you turned around to face him, your cheeks were already covered in tears.
"You're crying..." Fred whispered, wiping away your tears with gentle hands.
Then, from the corner, George appeared - the two smashed cupcakes in his hands.
"Fred, you can't imagine what happened! Hey, little butterfly -" his words came to a stop as soon as he saw you crying. "You're crying. Who did this to you?"
You wanted to shout out loud, telling him that he was the reason why you were crying. But even you couldn't fully understand why you were crying.
So you did what you're apparently good at right now: you lied to him. You lied to yourself, too.
"It's... it's because of a guy."
"A guy? Tell me his name, and I swear I'll punch him as hard as I can"
"It's fine, George. I just need to let him go"
But Fred was still looking at you with confused eyes, wondering if there's something more under that painful truth.
"Anyway... happy birthday to both of you." you whispered before walking away.
When you disappeared from their sights, Fred looked down at the ruined cupcakes in George's hands.
"What are those?" he pointed at the homemade sweets with his finger.
"I found them smashed on the floor," George replied.
Fred nodded absently, fixing his hair. "What were you going to tell me?"
"Oh, yeah!" George exclaimed happily. "Me and Lydia kissed!"
Oh. Oh. Fred's eyes widened. Now everything makes sense. You loved baking. Those smashed cupcakes. Your tears. Everything led him to the same conclusion: you've seen George kissing Lydia.
"You two kissed? Do you even like her, or are you just enjoying her attention?"
George's smile dropped, and a frown appeared on his face.
"Are you implying that I'm just fooling around?"
"No, George." Fred sighed, looking back at the direction you've run off to. "I'm just saying that you should think about it before you jump into this relationship"
"Honestly? This connection is... physical, you know?" George chuckled, fixing his tie.
"George, you're better than that," Fred murmured. "I know you're excited and all, but just think about it, yeah?"
~~~~~~~~~
The following days, you tried to avoid both Fred and George. You were still trying to understand why the thought of George with another girl was bothering you so much... that's why you were currently sitting on the edge of your bed with the box you and George made years ago.
"Are you sure you're not in love with him?" Alice sat down next to you, placing a hand on your shoulder.
"I can't possibly be in love with my best friend, right?"
"Honey, what if that's exactly why you fell for him? You know him better than anyone else"
You gulped, opening the box with trembling hands.
"I don't know anymore, Alice." you whispered, picking up a small origami butterfly. "George made this years ago... Arthur gave him a muggle book where they taught you how to make origami, and he insisted on doing one for me"
Alice gave you a small smile, nodding slowly.
"That's actually cute. I've never understood why he keeps calling you 'little butterfly'."
"He's been calling me that way since we were two kids. We were at the Burrow, playing outside when all of a sudden, I saw a butterfly and began to follow it... but then I lost sight of it, and I literally got lost, too. Everyone was panicking until the butterfly reappeared, and it led me home. That's when George hugged me, crying out loud. I tried to reassure him, telling him that, like the butterfly, I found my way back home. Since then, he started to call me 'little butterfly' because every time he loses himself, he knows that I will always lead him home"
Alice wiped away your tears, hugging you tightly.
"It's never been just a friendship, and you know it. You were his home"
"Exactly... I was." you whispered bitterly. "Not anymore"
"Bullshit! Do you seriously think that Ravenclaw can actually take your place? Y/N, George is completely in love with you. He hadn't understood it yet"
"I wish you were right," you murmured, closing the box of memories.
~~~~~~~~~~~
"You've been avoiding us," Fred stopped in front of you, blocking your path.
"I'm busy, Fred."
"Busy with what? Cut the crap, Y/N. I know you've been upset about something, and you'll tell me why because I'm one of your best friends - Hell, I'm like a brother to you, so stop avoiding me and talk to me!"
"I'M ANGRY WITH GEORGE, OKAY?" You finally snapped. "Is that what you wanted to hear? Because I'm pretty sure you already knew"
Fred let out a loud sigh, rubbing a hand on his face. "Yeah, I've had my ideas... but why? What did he do?"
"Please, don't ask something that even I can't understand." You closed your eyes, unable to tell him everything.
"It's me! It's just me! You can talk to me," Fred begged you, holding your hands.
"I think I'm in love with George."
YAY! I finally wrote this fanfic, I'm so happy with the results. Obviously, this is just the first part of the story (^o^)
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synopsis: while running away from the wreckage of the air ships and trying to lose the ash people on their tails, loâak gets himself kidnapped by you, varangâs tsahik in training. seemingly not for murderous reasons though, judging by the size of your pupilsâŠ
triggers: literally none. thereâs mentions of murder, kidnapping obviously, dead animals, but this is so silly and fluffy that itâs ridiculous.
a/n: guys, i dont know if you know this about me but i love writing chaotic and obsessive female characters, itâs so fun. this is just a cute and silly idea i had had late last night so i decided to write it cause i can. enjoy!
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You first saw him when he was hiding with two other forest people and a sky demon, watching as your tsahik surged energy through her kuru into the one of an air nomads. The front of your body was pressed against the top of a large tree branch, watching their reactions to Varang cutting off their kuru, the naâvi falling limply to the floor. You liked watching peopleâs reactions to atrocities committed by your people because one was never exactly the same as anotherâs. He caught your attention though. You didnât know why. Maybe it was the steel weapon in his hand, pointed at your people, or the fact that he hadnât pulled the trigger yet. His braids were pulled back in a loose ponytail, wrapped with a beaded band, shaved on the sides and decorated with ocean people adornments. His skin was darker, bluer with a touch of purple from sun exposure. You wanted to smell him, see if he smelled like the ocean or now of smoke from the raid. Your smiled widened when you heard the sudden noise of your people noticing them. Then the chase began.
You followed in the tree tops as the pack chased after them on the ground, your body curving and leaping from branch to branch as your eyes stayed locked on them. The one you had been watching turned and used the steel weapon to take out Viâik in one incredibly quick moment, faster than an arrow and looked as if pure air had shot through him. The four kept running as Varang stopped everyone to investigate how her second in command died so easily. You ignored them though and continued following them out of sight.
You caught their names as they spoke to each other, calling for each other to hurry up and which direction to go. The two girls were Kiri and Tuk, you assumed Tuk was the smaller one from the childlike name, Spider was the sky demons, whoâs age you hadnât yet figured out as he was the same size as a child but his voice was deeper than one. Such a small species, itâs ridiculous. And then, Loâak. Your insides practically melted when you whispered it to yourself, loving the way it rolled off your tongue. You wanted him to be yours, your possession, yours to have. A mateâŠperhaps. It wasnât the way of your people, a permanent forever mate, as it was easier to breed the next generation when nobody was limited to one perfect person. But you wanted him all to yourself.
âCome on, letâs go, letâs go!â Loâak whispered harshly to the his siblings and Spider.
Before any of them could respond to him, a black rope shot out from above them and wrapped around Loâakâs body. Everyone screamed as he was yanked off the forest floor and into the trees, gone.
His back hit hard against the bark of a wide branch, a hand pushed against his chest keeping him there as pain shot through him and he groaned loudly. When he opened his eyes, he saw you hovering over him, your yellow eyes wide and wild, just staring at him. Loâak immediately started trying to push you away, wiggle out from underneath your hand but you were very strong. He hissed in your face to try to get you away but you only returned it louder before it tampered off into you smiling like a maniac, like this was funny. Heâd dropped his gun when he was pulled up so he didnât have a weapon anymore, Tuk had his dagger. Your body was hovering over him with your legs pinning his down and the hand on his chest keeping him in place. You leaned down closer to his face which shocked him just enough to look at you for a moment, study you like you were to him. You had the same large red triangle down your forehead to the tip of your nose that that ash woman had with a matching one on your chin, there were red fans behind your ears similar to hers as well but yours were more of a red stretched skin instead of feathers. White painted triangles dragged down the inner corners of your eyes, the color matching the sharp bone piercing your bottom lip. You wereâŠpretty, to say the least. It was your eyes though that caught his attention the most. Your pupils were blown.
âHiâŠâ You whispered to him, your eyes darting all over his face and chest. It almost soundedâŠgenuine. Friendly with an edge of something else that he didnât know. Loâak couldnât trust it though, not after what he just witnessed your people do.
He hissed again, weaker and throatier, which just caused you to giggle at his attempt at scaring you off. Then something sharp jabbed him in the side and he immediately started to feel woozy.
Your cheek pressed to his as you whispered in his ear, âNight night.â
~
Loâak awoke with a start, a small gasp escaped him as his body stiffened wherever it was. Blinking away the blurriness, he saw you sat a few feet in front of him, legs crossed and your hands busy with braiding something. Immediately he tried to stand but his arms were stopped with the rope keeping them tied tight behind his back.
Your head had immediately popped up from your little project at the sound of his voice, your tail starting to thump against the ground.
âHehe, hi.â You said again, shifting into a crouching position to crawl over to him slowly on your hands and feet. Loâak stayed silent as you came closer, your knees touched his as you sat in front of him.
âWhyâd you take me?â He asked, reminding himself to stay on alert, even if it was only you two here at the moment. Youâd brought him back to where one of the air ships had crashed, only a ways away from it while not sitting in the wreckage.
âCause I could.â Your voice was a tell to how youâd become distracted by something on his face. Your hand came up to touch him, which paused for a moment when he hissed and bared his teeth at you. Just like before, you returned it, before it devolved into light laughter. You continued your visual mapping of his face and, especially because he didnât have much choice in the matter, Loâak, let you. Your fingertips traced over his eyebrows, the hair there that you lacked. It was a fascination, your mind locked onto it as you knew what that meant.
âYou are both..â You said, no malice in your tone, just simply curiosity.
âYesâŠI am.â Loâak was confused. What was your goal here? Why had you taken him if this was your goal? To touch him?
âWhy did you kidnap me? Why am I here?â He asked.
âMy people want you and the others, so I took you. They enjoy the chase, I didnât want to take that from them.â You were still completely occupied with the delight his eyebrows were bringing you.
He paused and watched you for a moment, letting his eyes dance over the black leather top you were wearing, multiple sets of different sizes wrapped around you tightly. The choker you were wearing had drop down sets of beads that came down in long loops across your shoulders and chest. Your legs, which were straddling his own, were partially covered with a thin red fabric with large circular rips.
âWhatâs your name?â
Your eyes shot up to meet his at the question and your pupils dilated, pushing the gold out more and more. You told him, and he repeated it under his breath before whispering his own to you. Your tail whipped and curled behind you as you pulled out a small blade.
âWoah-hey-â Loâak tried leaning back away from it but you held him in place.
You pointed it at him and said, âStay.â
Your body wrapped around him like you were hugging him. But your hands and the blade started to pull at his bindings, your hand was holding his wrists as you brought them in between you before you started retying them.
âYou donât need to do that-â He cut himself off when you gave him a look that said âare you kidding me?â Loâak scoffed a laugh at that, âYeah, that was a stretch.â
You pulled his tightly tied hands up to your face so you could inspect his fingers. Your pointer finger traced his pinkies, feeling the thinner finger between your own. Then your head snapped down to bite it, wanting to see if it was functioning and could feel pain.
âOw! Hey!â
You seemed to think it was the funniest thing as you rolled off his lap, laughing to yourself at how silly his fifth fingers were. Heâd never had this reaction to them before, someone laying on her back laughing like a baby at him purely in delight over his extra fingers.
âAre they useful?â You asked as you sat back in front of him, laughter subsiding but the glee on your face didnât. Your sets of sharper teeth than his own were on display, a scarier sight under other circumstances. You were a scarier sight under other circumstances. Your smiles were manic to say the least, like every emotion you felt with dialed up to a thirteen. And your eyes were huge. He could understand being afraid of you, but for him, it was hard to be when you were acting like a curious child.
âUm, yeah, they can be. For grabbing and stuff.â
âFascinatingâŠâ
The whoops and yelling of your people pulled both of your guys attention to the dense forest.
Varang emerged to see the two of you sat on the ground on the wreckage and she smiled wickedly. Loâakâs tail had started to wave behind him angrily as he heard his motherâs voice in his head. âStrong heart. Show no fear.â
âSempa, I see youâve found a pet. Wonderful.â
The terrifying woman stepped forward with her kuru slipping through her fingers when you hissed at her and grabbed Loâakâs body to pull him closer behind you. Everyone seemed shocked at this, even Varang for half a moment before she smirked at you.
âHeâs mine. I caught him, brought him here. I want his fate,â Your brain finally caught up with what youâd done and your head bowed down, âI askâŠplease, tsahik.â
âHmmâŠAlright, heâs yours,â The leader stepped forward towards the two of you and gripped your chin harshly between her claws, still smiling at you, âYou are blessed that I like you or Iâd cut your tongue out to feed to him.â
Your fangs gleamed in the fading sunlight as you smiled your best against her hard grip, âThank you, tsahik, thank you.â
âHmm, good. Now,â Varang let go of you and turned to Mariâska to grab the steel weapon in her hands, before presenting it to Loâak, âshow me how to make thunder.â
âI canât.â He said before his arms are grabbed and heâs yanked from the ground, onto his feet.
âShow me thunder!â
âI canât, no more ammo, no more thunder.â It was true, the clip was probably empty now since Spider had most likely grabbed it and used it after his disappearance.
âUgh, you are useless.â Before he could think, Varang hit him with the butt of the gun and everything went black.
~
âLoâak! Loâak! Wake up, brother!â
His eyes blinked blurrily as the sound of Kiriâs voice pulling him back to consciousness. Sitting up suddenly to pull his face out of the dirt, he saw his family, without his mother, and Quaritch tied up on the ground in the middle of the woods. The Mangkwan seemed to have moved camp from the wreckage of the air ships after knocking him out and capturing his family.
âOh, shitâŠwhen did they get you guys?â He complained seeing them all tied up, along with his father and his sworn enemy.
âA while ago. What happened to you?â Spider asked.
âOh, uh-â
Coming out of the dancing and hollering ash people, all circling a huge bonfire in the middle of them, was you. You smiled widely at him and crotched down in front of him.
âHi, Loâak.â
âHi..â The rest of them watched the interaction with confused looks and furrowed brows.
You placed something wrapped on the ground and arched your back to push it towards him further, âI gutted this for you.â
The leafs fell open to show a dead and gutted stingbat. His eyes glanced between you and the âgiftâ presented to him as you rocked back and forth just slightly on your knees. Your massive eyes stared at him expectantly as you waited for his reaction to your present.
âOhâŠthank you?â
Your face spilt open in a smile as you rushed forward and hugged him. He was so surprised by the action that he didnât even think to try grabbing any sort of weapon off of you before you pulled away and patted his crossed knees.
âWatch. Watch me!â
You practically skipped off towards the fire circle, jumping over the fire with ease as the Mangkwan people whooped and hollered for you. You pulled the concealed weapon that Loâak hadnât noticed at first, two chipped obsidian blades connected by a braided leather band. Your body moved fluidly, spinning the blades around and over your shoulders and hips. Your eyes stayed on him, no matter how many people crossed in front of your gaze. It was like watching a ikran mating dance, the meaning of which flew over Loâak head. His cheeks were flushed purple at your cheeky smile to when once you noticed that he was watching you as well.
âWhatâŠis happening right now?â Kiri whispered to the rest of them.
âI have no idea.â Spider answered, his eyes looking between you and Loâakâs expression.
âI do! If I didnât know any better, Iâd see that freaky girlâs got a hard on for your dipshit son.â Quaritch was practically giddy at the idea of more issues for Jake.
âWatch your language, asshole.â The aforementioned hissed as he used his foot to shove the marine over, only causing him to cackle harder.
You had said it before. That Loâak was yours. And that didnât sound like the worst thing right now.
~
So much had happened in the last few lunar cycles. The prisoners had escaped, after the sky man taught you and your people how to make thunder, something you marveled at with squeals of excitement. Despite everyoneâs best efforts, they disappeared into the water and they were gone. With some more scavenging of the wreckage and the bodies that were left, all of you headed back to your ikrans and flew home to your village at the center of the burnt and broken Home Tree. The following day, as you were sat on the floor of Varangâs yurt while you refilled her oils and herbs with what was found in the forest yesterday. Your tsahik was working behind you on carving a new mixing bowl out of a sun bleached skull cap. You were the only person allowed into her yurt like this as you were her tsakarem, her tsahik in training. You did as you were told and normally quiet when you did, she liked that. You were also honest with her in a subservient way. Today though, you were more quiet than usual.
âWhy are you sad? Stop that.â Varang asked, not looking up from her work as she did.
âI am not, tsahik.â
âDo not lie to me, child.â
You huffed a little, âI justâŠI miss my prisoner. I didnât get to even do anything to him.â You kept your words tight, not wanting her to read underneath your words at what you really felt. That would only cause her to pry into your mind with her powdery drugs and you really hated that. And if she figured out that you were wanting to mate with not only someone outside of the clan but Jake Sullyâs son, sheâd skin you and wear you as a cloak.
Thankfully, she didnât seem to catch on, âWe will get them back, donât worry.â She said simply.
The conversation came to an abrupt halt when you both heard the yelling from outside. Varang held her hand out to you to keep you inside as she stood up and went to see what was happening.
A few minutes later, after youâd become startled by the sound of a single clap of thunder, the opening to the yurt opened and in tucked the sky man, the older one with very short, unpleasing hair. Your lips curled up as you immediately reached for your things, a low warning growl bellowing in the back of your throat.
He let out a small chuckle and threw his hands up as a sign of safety, âNo need to be doing all that, Iâm friendly.â
You rolled your eyes and collected your belongings as Varang walked in behind him.
âYou are dismissed. You may came back later if you still have work to do.â
âYes, tsahik. Thank you.â As you brushed past the sky man, youâd let out a small hiss under your breath, a warning that if he tried anything, youâd have his throat for your collection.
A small disappointed pout graced your face as you left the yurt to make your way back to your own. Why did it have to be him? Why couldnât it had been yours? Your Loâak?
~
Loâak couldnât stop thinking about you, the Mangkwan girl that had kidnapped him and taken an interest of his extra fingers. His mind had been a whirlpool of thoughts since they had returned to their village. You had consumed his thoughts entirely. Your hair, the smell of your skin, your painted face, your piercing yellow eyes. Everything about you was utterly captivating and it was driving him crazy. He couldnât eat, he couldnât sleep. Unknowingly, he had gathered the supplies to make you a necklace, which was stupid considering the fact that he was never going to see you again and the two of you couldnât be together anyway. You were one of the Mangkwan people, the ash people and he was now apart of the reef people. These facts didnât stop him from fantasizing, innocently, as he pouting on a rock not far from shore but far enough away to not gain the attention of anybody.
âWhatâs got you so pouty, brother?â Kiri suddenly asked as she pulled herself out of the water and beached herself on his rock.
His hands were busy with the soaked, flexible bark strips as he braided and twisted them together. Heâd found a dark purple shell that he thought youâd like on one of his dives and decided to do something with it. Ridiculous.
Loâak shrugged, âNothing, justâŠthinking.â
âThinking about that ash girl?â
His head whipped to her as he saw the smug look on her face as her theory was proven correct by the purple dusting his cheeks, âYeah, I figured so. That for her?â Kiri pointed to the half finished gift in his hands.
âYeah.â
âItâs nice.â She commented.
He sighed and put it down for a moment as he rubbed his face, âItâs not as if I can do anything with it.â Loâak looked to his sister as she gently reached over and grabbed the band from his lap to seamlessly continue what he had been doing, âKiri, I donât know whatâs happening to me. She kidnapped me! And yet, I feel like I am drowning when I think about her, her chest gets hot and my throat gets tight like Iâm losing air. My mind gets fuzzy and what am I supposed to do? Itâs not like I can do anything about it.â
âWhys that?â
He scoffed a laugh at that as he gave her a dead look, âAre you serious? We are worlds away!â
âAnd at one point Mom and Dad were literally galaxies apart,â Kiri put down the project and turned to him, âLook, Iâm not saying it will be easy but it is possible, if you really want it to be. The ash people are just past the forest, on the other side of the mountains. Plus, she doesnât seem like someone to let go of something she wants very easily,â
He chuckled at that. It was true, in the short amount of time that heâd been with you, you seemed incredibly possessive of him, even to your own tsahik.
âIt is not over, brother. You will be able to give her your gift soon enough.â
âI hope so.â Despite his hope of seeing you, he knew that also meant facing Varang and your kuru cutting clan, which if that happened, it could mean the end of the reef clan. There was a story about this, wasnât there? A story that his father would tell from his home planet about a girl and a boy whose families hated each other despite them loving each other. How did that end again? Oh, yeah.
~
You did not like them. They were like tiny, little pink bug beneath your feet, and they did not like your smile. They ignored you or were frightened by you, not in a cowardly way like you enjoyed, in a way that spoken as if you were hard to look at, ugly. They were stupid to, with their tiny flat boxes pointed at Varang and your people. You couldnât understand their words, but their eyes said it all. That woman covered in steel and machinery looked at you as if your people were the vermin encroaching on their land, their home. Youâd never felt so angry about sky demons before, youâd never had any interactions with them and your people had their own struggles with survival that did not involve them, but now you understood how they gained their moniker. It made you angry how easily Quaritch had gotten Varang to agree to this, greed had overtaken her mind from the moment he taught her how to use his metal weapons. The day that he arrived to your village, heâd promised her as many thunder-bringing and fire-spitting weapons as she wanted if she and her people helped him bring Jake Sully, Toruk Makto, back to his people. She agreed and consummated their agreement. You hated it. But a plan had formed in your mind from the minute he said the name Jake Sully. Because wherever Jake Sully was, his family was, which meant Loâak would be there. You could take him again for yourself, to keep. That would make this miserable steel hell bearable.
Climbing out of the steel death trap that flew, your stomach turning at the feeling of not being in control of your own movements in the sky, your feet hit the sand for the first time. It squished and fanned in between your toes in a way that made you little out the smallest of squeals.
Varang had ordered you to stay at the back, to snipe from afar if anyone tried anything, so you did just that. Your bow pulled and tilted sideways over your arm as you stayed bent forward and close to the ground. The heels of your feet were positioned as close to the water as you could get without touching it. It frightened you, that small childlike idea of it touching you and your body melting like ash would, that your people had lived in it for so long that youâd become it.
You couldnât make out what everyone was saying over the sound of the death traps whirling and making wind, another design flaw, the amount of noise and disruption it creates. But you knew why you all were here. To take Jake Sully. You knew your tsahik would be irritable if she didnât get to kill someone with her new toy. You were talking about Quaritch or her thunder maker? You didnât even know yourself.
Before you could even think, a hand clasped around your mouth and an arm tightly wrapped around your arms to keep them there. Your yelling in protest was so muffled that nobody heard you. Something sharp jabbed into your side and your whole body started to go lax against your will. Your mind became fuzzy and the last thing you felt before everything went dark was the all encompassing feeling of water starting to surround your body as you were dragged backwards into the ocean.
~
The smell of embers and smoke filled your lungs, pulling you back to consciousness Your arms were bind behind your back, a quick tug told you before your eyes peeled open slowly. It was day now, the sun peering through the tight weaving of the mauri you were currently in. Your whole body lit up when you saw who was sat across from you. Loâak.
You immediately became giddy, laughing hysterically as you realized what had happened, âYou kidnapped me back! Hehe!â
You were too busy laughing with a wide smile to notice the purple flush on his face.
âYou like me! You kidnapped me because you like me!â
âSo what?â He said quietly as he pulled on the drawstring bag in his lap.
You preened at his words as you finally calmed down, the smug look on your face as you watched him toss something across the space between you two. It was a necklace, braided and beaded with bone carved pearls and a large purple shell in the middle. Your tail swished behind you and thumped against the ground as you glazed at it, pupils growing by the moment.
Loâak watched as you stood up, your arms twisting around and popping so that they were now in front of you, something he didnât know anyone could do. You bent to pick the necklace up off the floor as you walked across the large room until you reached him, plopping yourself down in his lap with your bind hands behind his head.
You smiled proudly at him as you nudged your flat nose against his and whispered, âYouâre mine?â
He nodded, his hands creeping their way around your waist, âYes. And youâre mine?â
âMmhmm.â Your kuru had a mind of its own as it slithered over your leg to join his between the two of you. His eyes dipped down to watch as it stopped, waiting for him to make the move.
And if I may just take your breath away / I don't mind if there's not much to say / Sometimes the silence guides a mind / To move to a place so far away / The goosebumps start to raise / The minute that my left hand meets your waist / And then I watch your face / Put my finger on your tongue 'cause you love to taste, yeah / These hearts adore, everyone the other beats hardest for / Inside this place is warm / Outside it starts to pour
Warnings: Mature language and themes. Sexual content.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three: Still I Cling
Marcus stayed late that night. Given the day Iâd had, it was reasonable for him to assume I didnât want sex. But that wasnât the case.
âHere. I got you a glass of water,â he sat back down beside me.
I sat up in bed, slowly taking it as I took a few sips. âThank you.â
He nodded, watching me as I drank. âJust tell me if you need anything else, okay?â
His eyes didnât leave me as I took another long drink. I took a deep breath, set it back down on the nightstand. I looked up at him, hoping to penetrate the veneer of sympathy.
âI do,â I murmured.
I glanced at his lips, then back up at his eyes again. His brows furrowed, and he slowly leaned in. It took a moment for the conflicted expression to disappear before he leaned in. His faced stopped a few inches apart from mine as he looked me up and down. Impatient, I closed the distance, and I kissed him gently. He huffed into my mouth, desire in every breath as he grabbed onto the headboard, his body over mine. My demeanor seemed to erase any doubt that I didnât want this. Why was this me?
I gently bit down on his bottom lip as we kissed. He cupped my cheek, pulling away for just a split second. He had to stop himself.
âYouâre perfect,â he said.
My hand traced lightly down his back, then to grab his ass as he jolted forward. His pupils seemed to swallow the color in his eyes.
âMy girlâŠâ
His hands were underneath my shirt. I helped pull his shirt over his head, I wrapped my arms around him as we kissed. This hug was a prison. He pulled his boxers off, pawing at my shirt as it came off.
âNo bra?â
I shook my head.
âNice,â he grinned.
I giggled as we stripped our clothes off, and Marcus climbed back on top of me. He was gripping my hips, hard, like he was afraid I was going somewhere. I felt light touches between my legs. My fingernails dug into his back as he hissed a little, ecstatic at the touch. His strong hand was between my legs. His fingers stopped at my clit. I taught him that.
âCan IâŠ?â he trailed off.
I posed a question in response.
âCan I cry?â
His expression softened, and his thumb brushed my cheek. âOf course you can.â
All of a sudden, I gasped as I felt him moving in almost harsh circular motions.
âCry all you want,â he whispered an invitation, watching me intently.
I kissed him automatically. I knew it was gross, but it was what I wanted. It was the kind of sick, disgusting thing I could never do with anyone else. He kissed me with a strange sort of passion, the kind that didnât have to be rough to be insane. I could feel his fingers moving frantically, until he stopped. I let out a soft breath as I felt him teasing, about to put one in.
âYou want it?â he asked me.
I nodded. âYeah.â
âCan you say it?â Marcus asked. âPlease?â
âI want it.â
I pulled him down on top of me in a sloppy kiss as he pushed a finger in.
âFuck, youâre wet,â he panted between kisses.
I felt him curl his fingers, searching for the right spot. He slowly pushed another one in.
âFucking Sausage Fingers,â I teased him breathlessly.
He smiled as he kissed me back, my hands in his hair as he groaned quietly. Neither of us were ever fully serious. His fingers began to pick up the pace as I sighed, letting him hide in the crook of my neck as he slowly kissed down my neck. The kisses were light and warm, the cold air I felt in between each one chilling me. I stared up at him as he seemed to jackhammer enthusiastically.
âYou wanna come for me?â he groaned.
âYeahâŠâ
âYeah?â Marcus echoed. âYou gonna come for me?â
His eyes were trained on me as he kept going.
âCome onâŠâ he spoke in ragged breaths. âCome for me, please. Come onâŠ!â
I laid my head back exhaustedly. âFuck.â
âYeah, thatâs it,â he sighed, âCome on, just come for me. Right now, I wanna see it⊠Please.â
All of his attention was on me. I let out a shaky gasp as his fingers moved in and out.
âJesus, youâre tight! Stop doing that,â he muttered. âFuck. I canât take it.â
He nipped at my neck as I grabbed onto his hair, only fueling his efforts.
He whispered in my ear. âCan you take moreâŠ?â
âYeah,â I gasped.
He slid another finger in. âFuck, youâre so tight, oh my God. Youâre so wet, Jesus.â
âDonât bring him into this.â
âIâll bring him into this,â Marcus grinned stupidly as he thrusted his fingers in and out.
âOh my God, youâre an idiot,â I gasped for air.
âYour idiot,â he offered, fingers moving at the highest possible speed. âYou hear that?â
I groaned.
âCome on. Come for me. Please,â he leaned in as he cupped my cheek, giving me no escape. âIâm right here⊠I got youâŠâ
I gasped softly.
âThere you go⊠Come for me. Right here, right nowâŠâ
I felt it as I grabbed onto the sheets. He grabbed ahold of my hand, holding it tight.
âHold onto me. I got you⊠I got you, baby,â he panted.
There it was. My breath hitched, and his eyes widened.
âThere it isâŠâ he sounded almost relieved.
âMarcus!â
He kept going, until I was all fucked out. It was tiring, in the best way.
âThere it is⊠My favorite girlâŠâ he moaned, affectionately kissing at my neck as he closed his eyes.
I felt his wet fingers tracing my lower stomach, holding me tightly still. He seemed to settle on top of me, burying his face in my neck.
âI love the smell of your hair⊠Youâre incredible,â Marcus whispered as he moved to spoon me.
I wrapped his arms around me, closing my eyes. âCome here.â
âIâm not going anywhere,â he promised me, holding me tight as he pressed into my back, âIâm right here.â
*****
A week went by. I got up, almost like a routine, and I kissed Marcus before we both left my apartment, and I dropped Gigi off at school. After I got back in the car, I let out a long sigh. I drove and drove, and then I got out of the car, running inside. I felt my heart beating fast.
âHi. I was here last week.â
âYeah, I remember you, girl! Howâs it going?â Aracely smiled at me.
âCan I see Snowball?â I asked immediately, still anxious and antsy. âI wanna adopt him.â
Her face fell. I didnât understand. I couldn't take it.
âWhat?â I questioned. âWhat is it?â
âGirl, Iâm so sorry,â she breathed, as if letting it all out at once. âIâ We just found him a couple days ago. He didnât make it.â
Now I knew what that face was for.
âNoâŠâ I realized, unable to stop my face from twisting.
âIâm so sorry,â she shook her head, in her own state of distress now. âHe was just. He was too sick, and we didnât treat it in timeââ
âIâm sorry,â I said finally.
She shook her head. âNo, no, Iâm sorryââ
Everything she said to me started to sound like I was underwater. I couldnât take this feeling, this feeling of âtoo little, too lateâ. I was a mother.
