Long Ago...

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Threesome

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Travelling back a bit. Learning a bit more about the mysterious Ada and her intentions. 

Michael X Ada

                                                          1999

It was half past noon. The restaurant was busy from the lunch rush, business meetings were being held, adorable lunch dates were being attended, old friends were meeting, almost every inch was bustling. Almost.

She sat, hidden, in one corner, the air around her heavy and calm. She smoked a cigarette despite the multiple no smoking signs. None of the servers bothered her, and the other customers didn’t complain. They wouldn’t dare.

When the man walked in the atmosphere changed. An air of distraction followed him. All eyes trying to avoid him, but aching to look.

“Ada,” he said with a pur as he sat down across from her.

“Lucy,” she said with a chuckle. “I like your new suit.”

“This old thing?” the middle aged man said, looking over his t-shirt and jeans, feeling his exquisite jaw that was peppered with stubble. “Thought I should put it to good use, it was just laying around.”

“Somethings never change, do they?”

“You being one of them,” he said leaning closer.

Ada took a long drag of her cigarette, maintaining uninterrupted eye contact, before blowing the smoke in Lucy’s face.

“Always good to see you Loulou,” she said after a long pause.

“Must you always give me a pet name?” He grabbed her free hand.

“What? You don’t like being my pet?” She saw his eyes burn at those words, a hidden fury she found rather adorable.

He pulled her closer so that they were both leaning over the table. The man delicately traced his fingers up her neck and along her soft cheek.

“When will you stop with all this mortal toil and come away with me?”

Ada paused, taking another drag of her cigarette. Holding it deep in her lungs, she slowly let the smoke seep from her mouth, like a fog drifting over a graveyard in the early morning.

“When the mortals are no longer needed.”

“Hmm...” he said with a pur as he leaned back. “Then I suppose I’ll never win.”

Ada’s eyes flashed with mischief. “So it’s a game we’re playing, well why didn’t you say so. I love a challenge.” It had been so long since she’d had a worthy one.

The man smiled, and the air shifted around him. A glaze fell over the two of them as he stared at her, considering. “All this time, and all I needed to do was play games?”

“Darling, you’ve never been here long enough to properly play,” Ada said having flashbacks of his visit in the 30′s, the desperately intense and longing feel of his touch as he tried to remember her immutable lines and curves.

“How about we play now?”

“It would have to be something quick.”

“Not necessarily.”

“A challenge then? A puzzle?”

“It would have to be something very difficult.”

“Not that it would be an issue.”

The beautiful man smiled.

“Bring me to this world... permanently.”

Ada gave a laugh and chewed the inside of her cheek. “LouLou we already tried that, and besides if you were up here all the time you’d get bored of me.”

“Never. And I never said it would have to be you that brings me to this world permanently, merely set the pieces in their place.”

Ada’s mouth dropped for a moment, but she quickly closed it. Turning her head to the side in disbelief.

“You don’t- you don’t really mean...?”

“Who better? It’s prophecy isn’t it? There’s no one I’d trust more to see it through,” he said with an unnatural sincerity.

Ada looked out the window, she looked at the sunshine, the trees, the people, she listened to the breeze, the birds, the life. It didn’t mean what it once had. She barely noticed it anymore, it was merely peripheral to her now. Background noise. She really had to look to even see it.

“Alright, I’ll do it. But I have some conditions, some clarifications. If I pull this off with in the next century-”

“Oh please, we both know it would take a fraction-”

“In the next 20 years, if I accomplish it, then he is mine, and I’ll be with him. In a way you’ll have me too. He can do what he wants and you can influence him as you see fit, but he will be mine and I will be his. If I don’t complete the task, then I will be yours. I will give up this world and be with you.” Ada seemed satisfied with herself, as she had no intention of losing.

Lou’s eyes were wild. He wanted to take her. He wanted her soul, her body, whatever he could rip away. She teased him in the most unbearable way, but he knew he could never do anything so long as she remained among the mortals, among the flesh.

“You aren’t going to play fair, are you?” he said.

“Do I ever?”

*****

“Ave Satanas,” Michael whispered as he felt his father flow through him, giving him strength.

Ada had watched with wonder, peaking through the cracks, quietly gasping with delight as she saw the snakes rise, her only real thought being that it was an awful waste of blood. Especially something she knew would be an utter sin of indulgence.

Michael looked down at the ground and dropped the knife.

“Is this part of the job description?” she asked as she walked in unabashedly.

Michael looked to her with horror, not caring about his naked body, but the mere scene itself. He didn’t want her to see him this way, satanist or not, he wanted to be untainted to her, he wanted to be better, clean. He couldn’t bare to think that she might only see him now as he was, a black eyed monster covered in blood wrapped in snakes. But he didn’t see horror in her eyes. He saw understanding and something like joy.

“What are you doing in here?” he demanded, standing up before her, baring his flesh.

“What am I doing?” she chucked as she circled Michael, contained in the pentagram. “You know I never thought you’d actually have to bleed for this.”

“There are a lot of things I never thought I’d have to do for this.”

“Then why do it?” she said with utter simplicity, as if it could ever be so simple.

“You know,” Michael said taking a bloody step forward. “You really aren’t that funny.”

“Well,” she said with a shrug and an eye roll. “Comedy’s so individual, can’t please everybody.”

“What are you doing here?” Michael said, his gaze leveling.

Ada looked around with a certain innocence that Michael found a bit disarming. “I wanted to check up on you.”

Michael was taken aback. Her, check up, on him? That wasn’t right. She didn’t have to do that. Why would she do that? Why would she care?

“Checking up on your meal ticket I suppose,” he said turning away to reach for a cloth, but he didn’t take more than a step. Nails dug into his slick arm as he was force to turn back and look at Ada. He felt the sting first, then the drag of nails across his cheek.

“What is your fucking problem? I’ve never needed you. I came to check on you because you seem a bit fucked, and you are,” Ada spat with clenched fists.

Michael grabbed her wrists, raising them up with a grip so tight it threatened to break bone. “I have done horrifying things to people for less than what you just did.”

“Don’t try to scare me little boy. If your father can’t scare me, you sure as shit can’t.” Ada spread her arms wide with an ease that Michael couldn’t understand, but he allowed himself to be brought closer, chest to chest.

“I don’t need your fear, only your obedience.”

“You already have it.”

Ada looked from his eyes to his lips to his neck. She looked at the blood, the wasted blood. She leaned forward slowly, allowing her breath to fall into rhythm with his. Her lips touched his wet skin. Michael felt her move to pull her arms closer, so much that she felt his magic reaching out to contain her. Ada kissed his neck again, telling herself not to lick her lips, not to allow herself the indulgence, even though she could feel her throat aching for him. But he made her weak. He tasted like the first drops she ever had. He tasted like a grand discovery. He tasted like the freedom she had felt. He tasted like sin.

Ada tore herself away from Michael, a hand to her lips as she backed up against a wall. Michael stared down at his hands in shock, questioning how she had gotten away. He looked up to see the horror on her face, and the ravenous need in her eyes.

“What are you?” 

He was so incredibly curious, and so incredibly aroused. Something had surprised him, someone had.

Ada lowered her hand. “I’m like you kid, one of a kind,” she said, licking her lips.

“What are you?” Michael asked again walked towards her.

Ada giggled. “There never was and shall never be again one such as me. I belong to many, but am none. Time does not bind me, only the flesh. Have you figured it out yet?”

Michael lifted her chin with his bloody hand and traced his finger over her lips.

“A vampire?”

It all happened so quickly. In an instant Michael was pressed against the opposite wall, Ada still in her place, arm outstretched. He fought against this force holding him there, bewildered by his place. Ada took a step forward and let him drop.

“Don’t be insulting. I am nothing so simple.”

“Witch,” Michael spat, as he clung to himself, looking up with black eyes. 

Ada gave him a rather far off look, as if she had been taken by a very old memory. “Once perhaps,” she said coming forward and kneeling down before him. “But not for a very long time.”

“You’re one of them,” he said, a great wave of pain coming over him as he felt a betrayal seep through him.

Ada saw his tearful gaze as the black eyes receded. 

“No, Michael,” she said wrapping herself around him, holding him to her. He was naked in her arms, like a child, like a babe. “But I know who is.”

“Mallory, I already know.”

“Then you must see why we can’t kill her... yet.”

“What?”

“You are your father’s heir, so it seems only logical that you require an heir as well.”

Michael looked at her with slitted eyes, suspicious. He leaned away from her with confusion.

“What? You want me to make my own replacement. Already eager to see me gone?”

Ada took his face in her hands with reassurance, her eyes wide and searching. “No, never. Nothing could ever replace you. Your child wouldn’t be a replacement, they’d be a servant, and insurance. Every King needs an heir, no matter how strong,” she said letting her hand slide down his chest ever so slowly, feeling his breath quicken. “Because if something were to ever happen you need someone to make sure that things don’t seep through the cracks, unwanted things.” Ada’s hand went lower, her nails starting to trail, leaving ripples of goosebumps in their wake. She grasped his now quivering flesh with an eagerness she’d forgotten. He excited her the way no man had in a very long time. 

Michael gasped and buried his face in the crook of Ada’s neck, breath hot and desperate as Ada played with him. 

“Why not you?” he spasmed. 

“Unfortunately no, that was never one of my gifts. This is exactly why we need a worthy vessel, a powerful one.” Ada pressed her thumb along the bottom ridge of his length before slowly stroking. Michael grasped her shoulder to steady himself and began to press his lips against the cool skin of her neck, sucking, wanting her to look bruised and purple and knowing that he had done it. 

“But... I want...” Michael whispered in Ada’s ear, his other arm trying to snake around her waist, but Ada hands were too quick. 

The hand that had been along Michael length was now clasped around his throat as she loomed over him, Ada’s eyes fierce. 

“I know what you would like, but you need to do this. I’ll help.”

Michael looked up at her, shaking, the tip of his penis so sensitive that the slightest movement of air made him take a sharp breath. His need was palpable.

After Apocalypse happens in the bunker when Michael arrives.

Michael x Ada

Mallory x Ada

A/N: Nothing super smutty yet. I really want to make this an interesting relationship and dynamic. I want to explore it. But for my own sake I am going to need to make it a bit smutty in future, but for now, this is where our story takes us.

Enjoy!!

Michael heard the words echo in his mind as he entered the room. Beautiful Boy. Her voice spreading through every vein, every pore, soaking into his bones. Despite three years, one night with her was enough to haunt him eternally.

He’d taken Ada’s advice to heart. No distractions. No weaknesses. Not until it was all finished, and it was. He was certain it was. The world was gone. But he wasn’t, and she wasn’t.

Beautiful boy echoed in his head as he walked into the library. He knew why the minute he saw her. Ada had hidden herself away in one of the dark corners, not wanting to converse with the others, finding their company tedious. She smiled ever so slightly at him, a light sparking in both their eyes, but he didn’t let his gaze linger on her for too long.

Ada listened intently as Michael made his speech about saving them all from a certain death, saving them from pain more accurately. Her mind wandered as she thought of the things she could do with that long haired head. She felt eyes on her and looked to the side to see Mallory staring at her. Intense concentration filling up those big brown eyes as if she were trying to remember every line of Ada’s face. Ada simply shook her head, answering the question before it was uttered, and looked away without remorse at the power she held.

But still Mallory came to her.

“Tonight?” Mallory asked with longing eyes after rushing over the moment Michael had left, an uneasy air hanging around them.

Ada grabbed Mallory’s hand discreetly, rubbing her thumb along the delicate skin.

“Not tonight,” she said before letting go. “Tomorrow.”

Then she walked off, leaving her play thing behind.

She was usually the first one to retire, so she caused no suspicions when she went back to her bedroom early. She stripped down into her underclothes, feeling eyes on her the whole time, paying them no mind deliberately.

“You’ve changed a bit since I last saw you, beautiful boy,” she said turning around to see Michael, his golden locks falling to his shoulders in an ironically angelic way.

“A lot has changed since we last saw each other,” he replied with a coolness he had lacked before. 

She smiled knowingly. “I suppose congratulations are in order.”

“They were, but I’m still not finished.”

“No? You ended the world, I though that was all your job entailed,” she said walking towards him. “You look good, hair’s a bit long, but it suits you.” She grabbed one of his locks before letting it pass through her fingers as she walked past him, sitting down on her bed, as if he were completely inconsequential.

“Someone has high standards,” Michael said looking down at her with a slightly confused yet curious look in his lively blue eyes.

“No, I have no standards or expectations, that’s all you... kid.” She smiled with a glance while applying lotion.

“I think I’ve earned a bit more respect than, kid,” he said with his hands behind his back, demeanour still calm on the surface.

“You’re right, Michael. If the world’s over, and we’re all hiding down here waiting for it to be rebuilt, then what are you doing down here? Bored?”

Michael gave her a sly smile before heading for the door.

“I’ll see you in the interviews tomorrow Ada.”

“It’s Adrasteia down here Mr. Langdon.”

She didn’t remember seeing him leave, but he was gone and stronger than she could have ever hoped.

***

The fire was strong, though not particularly bright which was no hinderance to Ada, a creature of darkness more than even Michael. She knew he was watching her, she knew he thought he was invisible, but the feeling of his gaze was unmistakable. He was leaning against the spiraling staircase, eyes moving over her body.

“I was surprised to see you yesterday. I assumed you died in the blast,” Michael said walking towards the desk Venable had set up for him. He wore a black cotton shirt with a blood red crushed velvet dinner jacket.

“No you didn’t. You knew I was alive. The only thing that realy bothered you...” she said turning around to look at him. “was when you’d see me again.”

He smiled his sly smile, pursing those lips slightly. “I prefer knowing where all my pieces are,” he said folding his hands in his lap, posture impeccable. 

“Is that what I am?” she asked walking towards him, lavender ball gown swaying around her hips. “A piece on the chess board? I thought you destroyed the board and all the pieces.”

“I did. The sides of black and white are gone, it’s just us,” Michael looked a bit surprised at himself and quickly made a correction. “Just me.”

Ada smiled to herself, noting the mistake.

She sat down across from him, unaffected by his piercing gaze that had made many others crumble beneath it. It frustrated Michael. “So what happens next? Now that you’ve ended the world, where do you go from here?”

Michael smirked as he leaned forward lightly running his fingers over his face. 

“I weed out the unworthy amongst the survivours.”

“Which begs the question, what am I?” Adrasteia said leaning forward to match him. 

Michael quickly leaned back and stood up before walking over to the fire, seemingly unnerved by her lack of fear or uneasiness. He stared into the flames, closing his eyes and remembering that night in her arms, that kiss goodbye. They were one of the few things that motivated him. He had been lying when he said he thought she’d died, he’d always felt her, always known she was safe. He would have found her if she wasn’t. She had been a comfort to him. A safe haven, but what was she now? What was he to her?

“A distraction?” she asked.

“No.”

“A weakness?” she persisted.

“Possibly.”

“I thought all your enemies were dead?” Adrasteia stood up and walked over to him, slowing down until she was a few feet from him.

“They are,” Michael said with a slight flare of anger, but still not turning around to face her as she inched closer. Her presence settling over him like a cloak.

“Then what? What’s left? What am I?” she said reaching out a hand. The sound of her dress seeming to fade into utter silence.

“I’m not sure. I did what I was supposed to do, but it feels like it’s not over. It  feels like I failed.”

“Is it a failure of your so called ‘mission’?” she said, her hand delicately clasping his shoulder. “Or is it a failure of yourself? Is this what you really wanted?”

“What I wanted?” Michael spat turning towards her with an insulted look, his eyes appearing black for an instant. “What is it you think I really want?” He faced her and lingered before her, hovering so tantalizingly close to her face.

“I can’t know what you want. I only know that despite everything, you have the freedom of choice just like everyone else, including your father. But I don’t think you ever really took the time to choose, did you? You just followed the path.” Michael began to walk away from her, but Ada grabbed his arm in defiance, the fire roaring slightly behind her. “You followed your anger and that turned into revenge. You followed the easy path, and there’s nothing wrong with easy, but it’s just that, easy. You weren’t made for easy, you were made for a challenge. Easy is an insult, it’s beneath you.”

Michael bore holes into her hand, and looked up at her, his face flashing to his demonic side. “Let go.”

Ada’s eyes flared with wonder, surprising Michael in a way he never thought he could be. She obliged his command with some reluctance. “You can’t fail when you don’t even truly know what your goal was.”

“Aren’t you supposed to worship me and be my follower? Aren’t you supposed to listen without question, do as you’re told?” Michael walked back to the desk, taking deep breathes, trying to calm himself down.

Ada laughed lightly. “I told you, I’m a Satanist, not an asshole. I’d be an asshole if I let you keep digging deeper into the planet sized hole you’ve made.”

“You act like you know so much, like you know me, but you don’t know anything about me,” Michael turned around and stood his ground, hands infront of him, posture regained.

“I know enough.”Adrasteia took a few steps forward. “I know that I found a boy, scared and rejected. I know that he needed help.” A few mores steps. “I know that he felt like a child in my arms and that he enjoyed feeling that way. I know you have no idea who you are, only what you are,” she took the last steps before she corrected a perfect lock of golden hair. “I know that I can help you, if you’ll let me.”

Michael looked at her with an appraising eye before taking a deep contemplative breath. Making note of the talon necklace around her throat, the way the victorian style dress suited it and how natural it seemed to her. He took her hands, looking down at the intermingling of the long elegant fingers they both shared. He felt the coolness of her touch and it brought him back to the simple moments he had felt. The moments of peace. Those rare moments.

“Thank you,” he said backing away and heading for the sliding doors. “That will be all for todays interview.”

Adrasteia chuckled and nodded her head with a casual defeat.

“Goodbye Mr. Langdon,” she said walking past him without a second glance. And just as he did before, Michael watched her leave.

***

“What do you think of him?” Mallory asked as she laid down on the bed.

Ada brushed her hair out, staring at herself in the vanity, taking a moment to admire herself.

“He’s confused, and fascinating,” she said with certainty, making Mallory look over with a pang of jealousy.

“I think he’s creepy, everyone else does.”

“I would hope you’d be more observant than that Mallory,” Adrasteia said tracing her own neckline with a stray finger. She could have Michael by force if she wanted, it wouldn’t be hard. A few simple moves and he would be hers, but Adrasteia always loved a good game.

“I mean he’s hot, yes, but there’s something off about him,” Mallory rolled over, her thin layer of white cotton hiding pink flesh beneath.

“Something...” Ada said before appearing by Mallory, kneeling down on the floor. “off?” In a fluid movement Adrasteia took Mallory’s mouth in her own briefly. 

“You’re different, he’s... off,” Mallory said attempting to pull Ada back in but finding her as annoyingly strong as always.

Adrasteia was a flash, appearing before Mallory, hovering above her on the bed. “Enough about him,” Ada purred as she inched her fingers under Mallory’s sheer shirt, her nails trailing up the little dip in Mallory’s abdomen, making her shiver and inhale sharply.

“Shhhh...” Adrasteia bent down and kissed her smooth pale skin with the touch of a feather, a hand reaching up to cup Mallory’s beautiful young flesh. She felt Mallory’s hips start to rise the closer she got to her pelvis, her skin pulsating with anicitpation.

When Adrasteia got to the soft skin of her inner thighs she unclasped her necklace, a metal talon as the ornament. Mallory shuddered at the motion, knowing what came next. Adrasteia traced the talon along Mallory’s thigh ever so slowly, painfully slow, it made her smile to see her play thing so excited. 

Then Ada stopped.

“Please,” Mallory begged with a squirm of her hips.

Ada came back up to her face and kissed intensely, long languid movements, taking her time with each gesture and touch.

“Do you love me?” Ada asked, seeing the intoxication in Mallory’s eyes.

“Always,” Mallory replied breathlessly, to which Ada smiled with satisfaction.

“Remember that.”

Ada went down again, positioning herself between Mallory’s thighs, talon in her hand. She gently massaged the inside of her left thigh, kissing it delicately in the exact spot she’d chosen. Then with the swiftness of a viper she cut along Mallory’s skin with her silvered talon and quickly brought her aching mouth to the wound. Mallory moaned as Ada sucked with delight, blood flooding into her mouth. Ada had heard of others of her kind becoming addicted to blood. They can’t help but gorge themselves, while others tasted nothing. Ada tasted water. She tasted a refreshingly cool glass of water after spending the day in the hot sun. She felt it running down her throat, her neck, soaking her shirt as she drank to quench her thirst. And Mallory’s blood, well that was even better.

Author’s Note: Okay, I’m a tiny (extremely) bit obesessed with Cody Fern (and by proxy Michael Langdon) right now, so I need to get this story out of my head so I can be less obsessed.

Michael x Original Character

This is a bit of a prequel, and introduction to the new character. Not smutty (yet), but a bit of fluff, just wanted to do some building.

“You okay kid?” a voice asked as Michael slouched down in the back pew. He looked, surprised to see a woman not much older than his “current” age looking back. Long, messy dark blonde curls hanging around her face.

“Um, I guess,” he said, feeling the pit in his stomach growing, the one he thought would never go away.

“Ah, so it’s that kind of day. Looks like life took a giant shit on you.”

“I’m fine,” Michael spit crossing his arms over his chest, wanting to disappear.

“You’re not a very good liar either,” she said sliding closer, he could hear the smirk on her face.

He glared to the side quickly, “Why do you care?”

“I’m a Satanist, not an asshole. Plus, look at you,” she said brushing a matted curl off his temple without thought. The motion scared Michael, but he didn’t stop her. 

“It’s been a rough few days...” Michael started to brush away a tear as he shifted in his seat, thinking of his Ms. Mead.

“No shit,” the girl said reflexively, immediately regretting it as she saw the solemn look dragging down his beautiful features. She leaned down in the pew, trying to meet Michael’s blue gaze. “Hey, I don’t normally do this, but my house is near by. If you want you could come over, shower, eat, rest. I could clean you’re clothes for you.”

“Really?” he said blinking through teary eyes. “Thanks, that’s actually really nice.”

“Well you look like you could use a break.”

After the service, the woman and Michael got into her car, and she was right about her house being close, just five minutes away from the church. Neither of them spoke the whole way, only listened to the radio. The woman thought it was best to leave the boy alone, as he looked so defeated. Michael was too weak and weary to make idle conversation, but knew that he’d have to eventually, though he wondered how long he could keep it together before it all poured out.

“My name’s Michael by the way,” he finally said as they got to the steps of her house.

“Adrasteia,” she said as she theatrically swung open the door and gestured for Michael to get inside. “Come on.”

“Adrasteia? What is that?” he asked, stepping in cautiously, grazing past her body, face to face, his heart beating a bit faster at her proximity.

“It’s Greek actually, but you can just call me Ada. I don’t really have a preference.”

Ada led Michael into her kitchen and placed him at the island counter before immediately heating up a big bowl of leftover pasta.

Looking around the room Michael began to wonder how someone as young as her had a house this nice. “So how did you... how did-” he began.

“How did I get into Satanism?” she said looking back at him with lively ocean eyes before dealing with the microwaved pasta. “Lucifer’s an old friend of mine.”

“Is he how you got this house? Sign your name on a contract in blood, that sort of deal?” he smiled weakly, a light chuckle on his lips, responding to what he thought was a joke.

“There’s always blood involved where the devil’s involved, but this house was all me. I worship, but my soul’s still very much mine, and I plan to keep it that way,” Ada said as she slid the bowl of pasta infront of Michael. 

Michael smiled weakly again as he picked up the fork. “I wish I was as certain about things as you. I had some sort of direction once, but now...”

Ada sighed not wanting to see the beautiful boys face be so sad. “Kid, what happened to you?” she asked leaning up against the island directly across from him. 

“Why do you keep calling me kid? We’re pretty much the same age.” Michael was frustrated, not wanting to be a child anymore, needing to be a man.

Reiterating, she said, “What happened?”

For a moment Michael considered not saying, that he might sound crazy, but before the thought could run through his brain fully his mouth was moving.

“Well, my father abandoned me, my mother tried to kill me, the woman who raised me committed suicide, and my Ms. Mead was murdered, that was four days ago,” he said taking a bite and pausing to appreciate that he could actually taste food, grateful to not be numb anymore.

“What the fuck. Is that true? How are you- well on second thought, look at you,” Ada said as she looked at his dust coated, sweat soaked clothes. “What have you been doing since... four days ago?”

“Mostly just sitting in a circle and threatening to die if my father didn’t give me some sort of sign.”

Ada tapped her nails on the counter, trying to understand. “Okay... who’s your father?”

“The one you worship.”

“Excuse me?”

Michael took a deep breath. “This anti-christ gig is not all you guys hype it up to be,” he said pointing his fork at her.

“Can’t be that bad,” Ada said with crossed arms, not as warm as she was moments before, her ocean eyes turning stormy.

“Look at me,” he said with no hint of amusement as he met her unwaivering gaze. He saw the realization rise in Ada’s eyes as the doubt and skepticism began to fade away.

“You’re serious, aren’t you?” she said looking him dead in the eye.

Michael didn’t say anything, he just lifted up his hair to reveal the mark. Ada rushed to his side, her cold hands making Michael vibrate as she lightly touched his devil’s mark.

He could hear her trying to form words or think of something clever to say, the shock coursing through her. All he could think of was the trace of her touch on his skin. He wanted to look at her, see the surprise. Ada backed away, taking him in, seeing the beauty underneath all that grime.

“I thought you’d be-”

“Taller,” Michael finished with a closed lip smile, making her chuckle ever so briefly. 

“If I’d known... I would’ve made you something... I made you microwaved pasta,” she said with slight panic.

“Honestly, it’s not a big deal. I’ve gotten over it, my father seems to have forgotten about it. And the food’s delicious, but what I could really use is a shower.” Michael attempted to run an elegantly fingered hand through his dark golden locks.

“Yeah, yeah, of course, you can finish this later, follow me,” Ada grabbed his upper arm before letting go, realizing whose arm it was, though Michael wished she had left it there. She lead him upstairs to the main bathroom.

Ada grabbed a t-shirt and sweat pants from the dresser in the master bedroom, leaving Michael to his business. 

Michael had been grateful for the food and the warm shower as he scrubbed the four days of dirt and sweat off his body. He didn’t know what to do. He didn’t want to do anything. He felt helpless and alone, and no matter how powerful he was, he couldn’t change that feeling. He went through all the shit he had been through in his short life. Everytime he lost faith in humanity, everytime something confirmed his beliefs, someone came along to contradict them. Someone like Grandma Constance. Someone like Ms.Mead. Someone like Ada.

When he got out, Michael looked at himself in the mirror. He had been a child not long ago, but now, he was something else. He looked like a man, but he wasn’t sure what he was.

“Hello? Michael? I have some clothes for you to change into...” Ada said as she stepped in with a pile of neatly folded clothes in her hands.

She paused when she came in, taking in his lean, golden body, towel wrapped around his hips.

Walking over, Michael took the clothes from her, lingering on her cool hands. He watched her eyes flicker between his own eyes and his lips. Tentatively he leaned down, eye focused on one thing.

Their lips barely touched when she put a hand up to lightly push him away. A ripple of goosebumps rising in her wake.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I thought...”

“It’s okay, no need to apologize. I just... you’re... you’re too young for me,” she said bending down and picking up his dirty clothes. “Come finish eating when you’re dressed.”

Michael looked down at the clothes in his hands. ‘How can I be too young?’ he thought. They were practically the same age, in a manner of speaking of course.

When he arrived back in the kitchen feeling warm and clean, he was surprised to find that Ada wasn’t there. Michael still ate his food diligently, trying to fill the pit, always starving in some way. He ate in silence and he didn’t enjoy it. He wanted her watching him, marvelling at him.

When he was done he went looking for her.

“Hello? Adrasteia?” he called out as he wandered up the stairs, looking for any signs of life.

“In here!” she called out. 

As he stepped in Ada finished up what he assumed was a letter. “Hey, sorry about that.”

“No problem,” he said, and re-adjusting his posture, straightening his back feeling more himself. “Is this where I’ll be sleeping.”

Ada looked at him with some surprise. “Uh, sure, just let me go get a fresh change of sheets,” she said rushing out of the room.

Michael walked up to the bed. Sitting down he forgot how good a bed could feel and without thinking he laid down. His eyes got extremely heavy as if with every bat of his lashes a layer of clue was adding to the resistance. He wasn’t fully aware of Ada coming back into the room, but he felt her.

She laid down beside him, chest to back, and wrapped her arm around Michael. He turned over instinctually, nuzzling into her chest.

“Do you think I can do it?” he whispered in a light  child-like voice.

She craddled him to her as you would a child, petting his hair. 

“Do what?”

“Whatever it is I’m supposed to do. What everyone thinks I should do,” he said with a fading voice.

Ada breathed deeply, taking in his scent as she hugged him closer. “You can do whatever you want, as long as it’s what you want, not what anyone else wants. The worse life is the one lived for other people. Be yourself, beautiful boy,” she said and lightly kissed him on the forehead as his breathing slipped into the steady rhythm of sleep.

Looking down at his golden head, Ada smiled. She thought of all the things she’d done to get him -every choice and deal made, all the little details that led to his creation- and how easily he had almost thrown it all away. But she would always forgive him. He was hers more than anyone elses.

“My beautiful boy,” she whispered to herself.

***

Adrasteia was at the black mass,watching Michael as he made the sacrifice. He’d woken up after that night feeling rejuvinated, more sure of himself though he knew he still needed direction. When he slit the throats of the man and woman he looked to Ada who stared back with a slight smile. He decided instantly that he wanted her with him, in anyway he could get. She had brought him comfort when he thought he would never feel again. He was grateful.

The others landed on him like vultures, hoping he’d give them some piece of the world’s carcass.

“Everybody fuck off,” she said when the group kept asking questions. She could see the annoyance on his face. “I’m sure Mr. Anti-christ will answer all your questions when he’s done eating.”

They all backed away as her gaze cut through them.

“Can I ask you something?” Michael said between slow mouthfuls.

“Sure,” she said brushing away a stray strand of gold from his face, Michael’s eyes following each movement with intense concentration.

“Would you... would you be able to stay with me?”

“Stay with you?”

“I’m not really sure what I’m supposed to do, it’s a bit terrifiying, but I feel comfortable with you. No matter what I do, I think I want you to be there with me.” Michael lower his face as he could feel himself blush at the thought of her arms around him and his head on her chest.

“Michael...”

“You don’t have to answer now.”

“Is there anyone else that you felt comfortable around? Someone that loves you?” she asked with nervous eyes.

Michael looked at her, a bit hurt that she was asking, that she was trying to pawn him off. 

“Someone that will always be there,” She said with a sigh before looking up at him with smile. “Someone you haven’t known for a day.”

“There was... My Ms.Mead, but she’s gone now,” he said with a sombre tone.

“Oh, the one that was murdered?” 

He nodded slowly.

“Hmmm, in that case, I have an idea. Let science succeed where magic has failed.”

Michael had no idea what to expect when Ada shuffled him in the car the next morning. He knew that he was disappointed. He’d dreamt of her that night. He dreamt of just being with her, feeling her next to him, knowing she was a warm constant that made him feel not alone anymore. He’d woken up with tears in his eyes.

“Where are we going?” Michael asked as they drove down the coast in her red convertible. 

“To someone that can help you figure out what to do next, and who might be able to bring back your Ms.Mead,” Ada said, her wild hair blowing like a rabid animal in the wind. 

“Are you gonna come with?” he asked looking over at her. He wished he could see those ocean eyes through the sunglasses. He couldn’t figure out what she was thinking, and it frustrated him beyond belief that he couldn’t even see through a crack into her thoughts. 

Ada reached over and took Michael’s hand, thumb lightly carressing the back of his hand. “I think it’s best if I stay behind for this part, the fewer disctractions the better.”

“But you wouldn’t be a distraction,” he almost pleaded.

Ada looked over at him, noting his inability to hide anything he was feeling. She didn’t let go of his hand, just squeezed it tighter.

“You care so much don’t you? You want to feel love just like the rest of us, but you need to save that for later. As you’ve already seen it can be a terrible weapon that your enemies will use against you. If I’m not a distraction, then I’ll be a weakness.”

Michael didn’t say anything else. He just thought over her words. She would be a weakness. The witches had so easily taken away his Ms. Mead, they would do the same to her if they learned of her existence, if they found out he had any connection to her. He didn’t want another charred corpse in the place of someone he cared for. The only way he could have her was to complete his mission. He needed to end the world. He needed to kill the witches. He needed to win.

He held her hand till the end.

“Will I ever see you again?” he asked kneeling down on the drivers side of her car.

The building they were infront of looked like a spaceship, one made entirely of glass. But it was silicon valley and it seemed to almost be a competition between companies to see who could make the most “futuristic” building.

“I hope so,” she said taking his hands in hers, kissing them ever so lightly. 

Michael went to stand up, but Ada hadn’t let go of his hands. She wouldn’t let go. 

“Ada?”

Ada reached for his upper arm and pulled him down to her, taking his face in her hands and kissing him without though. Michael breathed into it, his own long fingers lacing into her soft hair. Ada moved her lips slowly against his, guiding him through his first kiss, his first rush. His body flooded with heat and energy. There was something incredibly perfect about the feeling of being with her. Michael felt Ada’s thumb ever so delicately brush over his mark, as if it were some precious thing, as if he were. 

They didn’t want it to end, but Ada knew any longer and he might never leave. He might forget his purpose and take her away, seal her away from anyone else so that it could just be the two of them, alone forever.

“Be what you are, not what they make you. Goodbye, beautiful boy,” she whispered in his ear before pushing him away and driving off. 

Ada didn’t look back. 

Jungkook and V.  no smut, no flut, no fluff really, just some drama. Smut next time.

Description: Kookie and Tae finally meet, and it is anything by comfortable.

Word Count: 1.9k

part one, part two Part Four

no smut, no flut, no fluff really, just some drama. Smut next time.

6 years earlier

The train was leaving in fifteen minutes, it was direct to Seoul. It was a crisp fall day, the sun shining between the rust coloured leaves. Standing on the platform were two kids deeply in love, one with dreams of being bigger, of living grander, and being adored, and there was the girl who loved him and dreamed of him being with her forever. But they’re dreams for a reason.

The two of you held eachother in the cool morning air. You held Jungkook as tight as you could. You couldn’t let him go, you wouldn’t.

“I don’t want you to go,” you sniffle against his shoulder.

“I’ll come back,” he promises, leaning back to look you in the eyes. “I’ll come back for you. I’ll become rich and famous, and buy a big house for us to live and eat noodles and watch anime. I’ll come back for you. It’s not forever. I just, I can’t stay in the town anymore.” 

Kookie was trying to convince himself of that. He tried to deny the truth that he would have no time as a trainee, and he would have no personal life once he debuted. He wanted to be with you, but he needed to chase his dreams, because if he didn’t he would regret it forever, and he didn’t want a reaosn to resent you.

“I’ll miss you,” you say, tears running down your face. You loved him, more than anything. You knew his dreams, but you had hoped that that’s all they’d be, because Kookie’s dream was your nightmare. He would leave, become famous, have hoards of girls screaming his name, and have no time to remember the girl he’d left behind.

“I love you,” he says, a small smile on his lips before he kisses you. Light and sweet, as delicate as a butterfly, as exhilarating as sky diving, but as painful as landing without a parachute. This was the last kiss and the first. He would never come back to this place.

“I love you,” you say quietly before moving away. You hold onto Kookie’s hand as you slowly walk away, while he stays in the same place. You avoid eye contact, scared you’ll lose your nerve.

“Y/N”

You look up into Jungkook’s crying brown eyes. Your fingers are almost parted, making you sob.

“Goodbye,” you whisper and let go.

You try to rush back to your house, wanting to scream into your pillow. Your heart crushed. You would never see Kookie again, at least that’s what you thought.

Present

“How?” Tae asks. Standing inbetween the two of you. 

“Kookie and I dated,” you say, licking your lips nervously.

Tae looked between the two of you, head flitting back and forth. Then with a dramatic gasp, realization comes to the innocent face.

“Jungkook, is Kookie? That Kookie?” he asks you with wide eyes.

“Yeah,” you say quietly.

The three of you stand in silence, each of you occasionally glancing at the other.

“Well this is awkward.”

The three of you sit at the table, chewing your food. You and Kookie keep your eyes down, while Tae, just looks from one to the other.

“How- Uh… How long were you two together?” he asks. You and kookie exchange looks, wondering who should answer.

“Y/N was in my class in my new town. We didn’t talk during my first year there, but in grade eight we were put together in a project. She asked me to the movies and it just kind of snowballed from there. It ended just after I turned 14 and went to become a trainee,” Kookie explains.

“I would have thought Y/N would have told you?” Kookie continued.

“She told me she’d only been with one other person before me, and that it had been serious. Other than that, she wouldn’t tell me anything, besides your name, but she just called you Kookie, not Jungkook,” Tae says, trying to work out the situation.

“Just a nickname, why’d you call him Jae?” you ask quickly. Your whole body completely tense from the situation you find yourself in.

“Um, it’s a nickname too. Jeon Jungkook. JJ. Jae. Plus, it rhymed with Tae,” Kookie says.

“Fascinating. You guys must have been great friends, matching nicknames and all, lots to catch up on,” you say rather frantically, causing the boys to look at you as if you were crazy, which you might very well be by the end of the night.

“Was she ever like this with you?” Tae asks Kookie.

‘Surprisingly. Some people never change,” Kookie says with a smile, causing you to lower your gaze to the table. 

“This is weird. I’ll just finish eating in the bedroom, you two catch up,” you say and pick up your plate.

“Wait, but, you haven’t seen him in a long time either. Don’t you want to talk to him too?” Tae asks, grabbing your wrist, with eyes that were pleading you not to abandon him.

“That’s not necessary,” you say with a grimace, really wanting to leave.

‘Please’ his eyes pleaded as he tightened his grip on you.

“Come on Y/N, don’t run away because of me. A lot can happen in six years,” Kookie says with a slight smirk that makes you narrow your eyes at him. You knew Kookie, and you knew he wasn’t above blackmail if it let him get what he wanted.

“Fine,” you say as you slowly lower yourself back down into your seat.

“So, how’d you two meet,” Kookie asks, a suddenl chiper mood making him smile brightly.

“We both took a Medieval history course, and sat next to each other on the first day. I instantly noticed her,” Tae starts, taking your hand in his.

“I was too nervous to say anything, but I thought he was cute too,” you say, smiling at Tae.

“So I asked for her notes one day, you know, as a way to start a conversation.”

“And the two of you ended up getting coffee, yada yada,” Kookie says.

“No, actually,” Tae says, shaking his head.

“I freaked out and told him I had to be somewhere, and promptly ran away,” you say shoving food in your mouth.

“That doesn’t sound like you,” Kookie says with a laugh.

“It wasn’t until six weeks later that I had to almost corner her into getting a drink with me, that she finally agreed,” Taehyung says, lightly squeezing your fingers.

“I was gonna call it stalking,” you tease.

“Persistent, I would say persistent,” Tae says with a cute smile on his face.

“Then we dated for almost three weeks before he kissed me,” you said, laughing at the memory.

“Oh my God man, what’s wrong with you?” Kookie says with a big toothed smile.

“I wasn’t sure if she liked me, I mean it took twice that time for me to get her to go out with me.”

“Still,” Kookie looks at you with a grin.

“Well when did you two first kiss?” Tae asks.

You and Jungkook fall silent, quickly trading glances, remembering that day.

“Actually, we never kissed, until the day Kookie left,” you say, taking a bite of food and avoiding Kookie’s gaze.

“And you were making fun of me,” Tae giggles.

The teasing continues for the rest of the meal, until you all shifted to the couch. You’d all had a few drinks at this point and you were feeling particularly loose.

“Kookie, tell me, you’re constantly with 5 guys, ever kissed any of them?” you ask abruptly, taking another swig of your Soju, which you had been leaning on since this horrible, awkward night had started. Taehyung whipped his head towards you, wide eyes and a tensed jaw

Jungkook’s gaze shifted from you to Tae and then dropped with a knowing smile on his lips.

“No, that honour still solely belongs to Tae,” he says, placing a hand on Tae’s thigh. He sat between you and Kookie, a pawn that you were now using.

“Oh, really?” you say, raising your brows, sarcastically playing innocent. You place your hand on Tae’s shoulder and shift so your breath touchs his neck. “Have you liked many boy? You never mentioned him when we dated.”

“I was a 13-year-old boy, who hadn’t even kissed the girl he was dating. Fat chance in hell I was going to admit my first kiss was with a guy.”

“Tae told me,” you say.

“When?”

“This-” Tae starts, before you clench his shoulder.

“Doesn’t matter. He told me,” you say, both you and Kookie holding eachothers gaze.

You saw Kookie’s hand flex on Tae’s thigh, making Tae squirm, then he pulled his hand away.

“How lucky for you,” he says leaning back.

“Y/N?” Tae asks.

“Yeah?” you say looking at your sweet Tae.

“What was the name of the friend you saw yesterday?” 

You tense.

“What?”

“Who did you see yesterday?”

You look up at Tae who stares at you with a bit of an accusing look. Then you glance at Kookie whose got a smug grin on his face.

It took mere seconds for you to grab Tae’s hand and drag him into the bedroom, leaving Kookie on the couch. You pulled Tae behind you, but stopped once the door had closed, still holding his hand.

“Y/N, what’s going on?”

You wish you knew. Bringing him into the bedroom, you’ve just made it worse. But you couldn’t do it, couldn’t tell him the truth, with Kookie listening, watching, waiting.

“Sit,” You say, pulling him around you and sitting him on the bed.

He looks up at you, worried. You lower yourself down onto your knees and look up at him, ready to beg. Taking his hands in yours, running your fingers over his knuckles. 

“I love you, you know that right?” you say with watery eyes, more terrified than you ever thought you could be. But this was worse than Kookie leaving, because this time, it was your fault, you were the one that had pushed, who had given him a reason to leave. Tae had put you back together, and without him you were afraid that you’d fall apart again.

“Of course I do, you know I do, but Y/N, what happened?” he asks, taking your face in his warm hands.

You close your eyes and take a few shaky breaths.

“Yesterday, the friend I met, was… was Kookie. And it started completely innocent, it was supposed to be innocent, but we, we…” you trail off, but Tae can fill in the gap, he was in the other room as you and Kookie toyed with each other by toying with him.

Taehyung’s jaw clenches, he releases your face and stands up. His hands balled into fists at his sides.

“Tae?”

He walks out of the room.

“Tae!” you say quickly, following him. You just get past the door frame to see Tae’s fist slamming into Kookie’s jaw.

“Tae!” you yell, rushing up behind him, grasping his shoulders, trying to pull him back as Tae was about to lung forward.

“How could you?” he yells at you, turning around with the speed of a viper. You’d never seen Tae like this, the force of his anger makes you fall back onto the couch.

“Please Tae. I’m so sorry, I never meant to hurt you. I would never want that,” you say with streaming eyes as Tae looms over you.

Jackson smut

This will be shorter a lot shorter than the first part.

It was Jackson’s turn to have a little release.

word count: 1k

I got about two minutes to myself when the doors opened again.

I looked up to see Jackson’s broad shoulders enter the room. They were bare, shown through the tight, black tank top he wore.

He didn’t seem shy, nervous maybe, but not shy.

Jackson came and sat on the bed infront of me.

“I think I need a shower,” he said, lifting up an arm and smelling.

“What?” I asked, a little surprised.

“I need a shower,” he said again and shifted to face me. “Would you like to join me?”

“In the shower?” I asked shyly.

“Yeah,” he said as he slapped the bed playfully. “Do you have a thing against showers?” he asked as he got up.

“No, I-” I started quietly.

“How about I hide under the covers while you get in the shower, then I’ll join you,” Jackson said as he began to hide himself under the other beds covers.

When I didn’t move for a while he said, “You’ve got thirty seconds. Thirty. Twenty-nine. Twenty-eight...”

I hopped out from beneath the sheets and ran towards the bathroom. I turned on the water as quickly as I could, not really thinking. I dove into the not yet warm waters, cursing my idiocy as I did, and scrubbed off my makeup. Then I waited. I started to shampo my hair to distract myself when the door opened

Through the glass door I could see Jackson’s figure, but it was very foggy. He started to undress until his figure was all flesh toned. When he reached for the door I looked away and closed my eyes, focusing on the shampooing.

I felt him behind me, his hands going to my hips, making me shiver.

“Mind doing me?” he asked.

“I thought I was already doing that,” I said, assuming he was talking about sex.

 “I meant my hair,” he said with a laugh. I made a grimace and turned around.

Jackson and I were pretty much the same height, he might of been the slightest bit taller than me, not surprising as I was rather tall and he was most likely the shortest in the group.

He reached over and grabbed the shampoo and handed it to me. I quickly did as he asked, not wanting to deny a command.

Now, before we go any further, I should make something clear. I’m no slut. I’ve never done anything with anyone before this, but when these boys who have always existed half the world away, spend time with you, you utilize every second. The idea that they are real creatures right infront of you, and the fact that they want you, well words like prude or whore don’t apply. You’re just with them for as long as you can be, who cares what you do.

I get closer so I can lather up his short black hair. My fingers run through his wet hair, as they carress his scalp. As I do, Jackson’s hands wrapped around my waist, wet and slick, pulling me closer. I swallow hard. He gets closer, my hands less and less concerned about his scalp. The water washed away the shampoo as Jackson’s lips grazed my neck.

“How was Yugyeom, by the way,” he whispers in my ear. I tense at that.

“He was... he was how you’d expect someone to be during their first time,” I said after a moment.

“How was it for you?” he asked, kissing up my skin.

“It was fine. I honestly wasn’t expecting fire works. I wasn’t expecting any of this,” I said letting my hands fall to his shoulders, my breath getting lighter and lighter. My body was beginning to forget its purpose, it only knew what it felt, and it felt him.

“This is always a rash decision,” Jackson says as he bringshis mouth to mine. He puts a hand on each cheek and forcefully brings me to him.

It was the kind of kiss where you have to remind yourself to breath. The kind of kiss that used every inch of your mouth. The kind that demanded you to be present and controlling. This was how Jackson kissed me, and with every movement he pushed me a little closer to the wall, until I felt cold tile on my back.

Jackson pushed himself against me, aligning himself with me. Then I felt him enter. I pulled my mouth away from his, desperate, gasping for air.

I lifted a leg up to give him more access. His hand went to my thigh for more sercurity as he brings our mouths back together. It’ not as painful as with Yugyeom, but it’s sore, like poking a fresh bruise. I find myself enjoying it. And all the while warm water is raining down on us, making everything smooth and slippery.

“How about we work on the fire works,” Jackson said in my ear, growling.

Jackson was grunter. The fun, annoyingly talkative, happy person fell away to reveal an aggressive lover. He had said he needed this otherwise he’d go crazy, and I’d never want him to go crazier than he already was. So I let my mouth release restrained moans whenever our lips weren’t together.

Me and Jackson went three rounds, two in the shower, and one in the bed. I enjoyed it, but there were no fireworks, no matter how hard Jackson tried to make them happen. I gave him a big show for all the effort he put in.

He was quick to leave, not a cuddler I suppose.

“Thanks,” he said when he was fully dressed and ready to leave, his hair completely dry.

“Xixi,” I said with a goofy smile, he smiled the same. Returning to the original Jackson.

Lets analyze this photo shall we.

J-Hope: Fuck. Yes. Fuck. Me

V: too scared to reach for the fun spot. Pussy.

Kookie: place the hand down gently and nobody gets hurt.

Rap Mon: You can do it Namjoon, you can do it, stick the landing, stick the- fuck, too hard Namjoon, you stuck it too hard.

Jimin: time to give these peeps a heart attack. Penis grab engaged. Shit. Penis grab missed. Fuck it. Belt grab engaged.

Suga: how about instead of grabbing it, I just thrust it, really hard.

There’s gonna be some talking before we get this show on the road.

This is ridiculously overdue, seeing as I saw them in May, 2016.

So here’s my Got7 experience. The concert/fanmeet was amazing. I was constantly jumping up and down, I almost hit my friend in the face. I loved every second of it. JB and Junior were constantly making silly faces, unknowningly of course. JB has this habit of shrinking his face into his neck. Junior is as beautiful as you imagined. Youngjae was always laughing with his big open, square mouthed smile. Jackson and Bambam were exactly as advertised, constantly bantering back and forth, being smart asses. Bambam got a moose. Yugyeom was shy, until he was asked to dance, then he started popping his chest left and right. And Mark, he was probably the most surprising to me. He was the best in my opinion, not that they weren’t all great. But he constantly had eye contact with the crowd and was always smiling. The photo-op rushed, which I did not appreciate, I barely got a glance of Yugyeom (who was at the end) before we had to go off stage.

But it was earlier in the day that was really shocking. So me and my friends left the Toronto convention centre, I can’t remember the particular reason why, probably because nothing was going on. Connected to the convention centre in this fancy hotel. So we were walking from the centre past the hotel, and as the good kpop fans that we are, we saw a cute asian guy and all started talking about him. Then we noticed him looking around, as if he was checking. Then a white van pulled up. We didn’t think to much of it, until someone suspiciously looking like Yugyeom walked out, but it wasn’t till Bambam, wearing his signature cheetah print hoodie thing, that it hit us. All three of us instantly stopped  dead in our tracks, and just stared. We were shocked, they were real and right in front of us, so close we could almost taste them. And they knew we were kpop fans, because no normal Canadian would have given a fuck about those small beautiful asian men. We watched them go by, and the last to come out was JB, and he had obviously been watching us. Because when he came out he paused for a second and kind of looked at each us with an open posture, expecting us to say something, wave, do anything. But no, we wasted that chance of a solo moment with the guys. It will haunt me forever.

So yeah, sadness. 

Seeing our boys live was amazing, if you ever get the chance do it. Also, junior had a boner the whole time.

So in honour of seeing these beautiful creatures, here’s a fanfic inspired by true events (some stuff obviously was not real life, I’m sure you can figure that out on your own) lets start with Yugyeom.

A/N: edited

My friends and I, Cam and Sally, were walking towards a restaurant to get lunch to fill up the hours in the concert. I had bought a new shirt the day before after spilling stuff on my white shirt, it was a black tank top with a robot and a dominatrix in a rather explicit position, over top I sported my rusty orange suede fringe jacket. I thought it worked well with my slightly beat up red converse.

We were walking and talking,  and I looked down at my phone checking a message. It took me a moment to realize Cam and Sally had stopped talking, and when I glanced back I saw them frozen in place, but by then I had bumped into someone.

I bent down to pick up my phone and when I looked at who I bumped into I froze.

Staring at me with quizzical looks was Got7. More specifically standing right infront of me was Kim Yugyeom, his eyes wide from underneath his snapback.

“Oh my god, I am so sorry,” I said, barely a whisper.

“Are you okay?” Bambam asked, right behind him in his leopard print hooded coat.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I’m good,” I said, my voice getting quieter the longer I spoke as the rest of the members came into view.

“You’re Got7.” I said that one quiet enough for me to just hear. 

Then to my horror I reached out my hand slowly and poked Yugyeom in the shoulder. It was like living in slow motion, I wanted to pull my hand back, but I needed to know that I wasn’t hallucinating.

I saw Junior smiling at with the bright, squinty eyed smile that lit up his face.

“I’m so sorry, it’s just shocking to see you’re real,” I said knowing only three of them could understand me. I heard mumbles of Korean between them.

“It’s so nice to meet you, my name’s Y/N,” I said nervously and held out my hand. Bambam came in first, but bypassed my hand and went straight in for a hug. The others followed suit, all saying hi with beautiful smiles, Youngjae laughed as we hugged.

“I’m looking forward to seeing you guys tonight,” I said again. “Well, we are,” I gesture over to Cam and Sally, who are still frozen in shock and awe.

“That’s awesome,” Mark said eagerly with his fangy smile. “We’ll see you then.”

 “Yeah,” I said excited. Then they started to leave, and Cam shouted awkwardly, “Bambam!” And she quickly dabbed as if he were the dabb king and she merely a dabb subject. He dabbed back, which seemingly made her day. And then they disappeared into the hotel. 

 We waited the rest of the day, still not being able to believe that we had seen them. And when we finally saw them perform I couldn’t help but jump up and down when they went on stage. It was wonderful. When it ended it was time for the photo op.

My friends and I lined up as we watched the boys take photos with other fans. Then it was our turn, we had to take our photo with about twelve other girls. My friends and I went forward, and as I followed I glanced over at the boys, and before I knew it one foot twisted in front of the other and I was falling. I slammed down on the stage and hit my head with a deafening thud. 

I felt the pain surging at the back of my head, and it felt like things were moving in slow motion. I reached back to feel the painful bump, and felt hands on my arms, pulling me upwards.

The staff was helping me upwards, and before I knew it I was in between Mark and Yugyeom, ones arm around my waist, and the others over my shoulder. 

The other fans still sat in front, obviously envious.

As the photos were taken I felt Mark slip something in my back pocket. I didn’t look down.

The boys all hugged me and  tried to express the hope that I wasn’t hurt too bad, when Jackson hugged me, he said, “I’ll see you later." 

I rush off stage with my friends right behind me, freaking out in my ear that they touched me, that I had touched them. I check what was in my back pocket quickly, it was a hotel key. I didn't mention it to Cam and Sally and just shoved it in my bag, saving it for a more relaxed moment.

I freaked out with them for a while, not that we hadn't done that earlier, but I had a train to catch and they had somewhere to be. So we parted ways.

I wasn't sure what to do. I had to leave, but I didn't want to. They had given me a clear invitation. So I rushed over to the hotel which was attached to the concert venue. As I walked I saw a group of girls waiting at the parking lot, obviously waiting for them, but I kept walking.

When I got to the elevators, I almost didn't hit the button. I thought I was crazy, it was crazy. Shit like this doesn't just happened. I thought it was a prank. But I couldn't resist, so I pressed the button anyway. Then I heard Korean. I looked over and saw two giant bodyguards coming my way. I kept watching until I see Jackson first, then JB. I make eye contact with Junior and rushed into the elevator and pressed the floor number. I waited for the doors to close, praying for them to close quickly, but they don't close fast enough.

One would assume they'd take a different elevator, I assumed that, though I don't know why.

Jackson walked in first.

"Oh, hey," he said with a cheerful smile.

They others all filed in after him, each smiling. 

"Did you enjoy the show?" Jackson asked.

It kind of startled me, I had been tucking myself against the wall. I was fairly certain that Mark had put the card in my pocket, and Jackson was right, he would see me later, but I didn't know if the others were in on whatever Mark and Jackson were doing.

He was standing next to me, I looked at him and saw the other six returning my gaze. I stared wide eyed for a moment before coming to my senses.

"Uh, yeah, it was great. I've never been to a concert before, so I thought it was really good," I said a little nervously.

"Really? How old are you?" he asks. I thought it was a strange question, but it kind of fit, I guess. I could hear Mark whispering the translations for the others.

"I'm eighteen, uh, twenty in Korea, but eighteen here. I'm actually older than Yugyeom, by barely a month, but still," I said, starting to ramble.

"Do you live here?" Mark asked as the door opened.

"Yeah," I said and got off first as we all hovered in the elevator for a while, not realizing that they had never clicked another floor. We all exited. I don't know why I should have been surprised, at least two of them wanted me there.

"You live in the hotel?" Bambam said with a laugh in his voice. The boys lingered around until I responded.

"No, but from the looks of it I wouldn't be a opposed to it," I said with a smile. The boys dispersed walking towards their separate rooms, except Mark. It was obvious then that he had slipped me the key.

He waited behind me as I opened the door. I kind of rushed in, I could hear the door slowly click shut behind me.

"I'm glad you decided to come," he said as he slowly walked towards me.

"Why did I come? Why am I here?" I asked sitting down on one of the two beds in the room. Mark stood in front of me hesitantly.

"The others will be here soon. We have... we have something to ask you. We talked about it after we met you earlier to day," Mark said and leaned against the wall across from me. I knew that Mark was supposed to be a quiet guy, but he seemed to feel the need to explain, to talk, which was out of character. "Our lives are very controlled nowadays. It's hard to really do anything without permission, not that we can't do what we want, we just... we don't get to very often. We chose this life, and a lot of the time it's worth it. 99% percent of the time it's because of the fans, how much they love us, but that other percent doesn't seem worth it, it makes it hard to go on." He looked around as he spoke, only glancing at me from time to time. It was as if he was saying it for the first time. "So every now and then we have a special night, and that' why you're here."

Then the door opened.

The rest of the members filed in, led by JB, who stared at me until the others had found their spots. Bambam sat right next to me, Jackson sat on the other bed, while Youngjae and Junior sat on the small couch, Yugyeom leaned against the wall, and Jb remained standing. 

It was silent between us for a moment, but JB starting talking to the others, which meant I had no idea what he was saying.

“Are you a virgin?” Bambam asked quietly while the others talked.

I stuttered non-sense before finally answering shyly, “uh, yeah.”

He justed smiled and then spoke to the others, telling them I was a virgin no doubt. I kept hearing them use the word “Cheonyeo”, so I assume that’s virgin, they also keep looking over at Yugyeom who shifts uncomfortabley.

Then they stopped talking and finally addressed me.

“Y/N,” Mark said, looking at me. “We have something to ask you?”

I freeze and shift my wide eyes over each of them. “Uh, what?”

“It’s a bit sensitive, so you have to promise not to tell anyone outside of this room.”

“Sure, pinky swear, and I take those very seriously,” I said holding up my pinky, but then lowing it awkwardly.

Mark took a moment. 

“We only do this sometimes, when we really need it. It could be life ruining if done wrong-”

“Oh my God just tell me. Seriously the suspense is killing me,” I blurted out.

“Will you sleep with us... some of us,” he said loudly, making me stare at him with a slack jaw.

I blinked slowly, taking in what he had asked me, and I must have taken a long pause, because they started talking amongst themselves again.

“Y/N?” Bambam asked from behind me, shaking my shoulder.

“Okay, why not,” I said slightly in a daze, looking at Mark, shaking my head with disbelief.

“Well... well, great, um, we’ll just, we’ll just go,” he said nodding awkwardly, whilst rubbing his thighs before standing up. 

“Have fun,” Bambam whispered before he and the others leave, with only Yugyeom remaining.

After a few moments passed in silence. I finally worked up the courage to say anything.

“Hi,” I said before standing up, walking towards him slowly.

“Hi,” he said, looking down, very shy. 

I took his hand, surprising him slightly as he jumped. Our eyes meet, and I can see the nervous fear in his brown eyes.

“Come,” I said gently, pulling him towards the bed. He sat down, hands between his thighs.

“Cheonyeo?” I asked, hoping I was right in my assumption that it’s the word for virgin.

He nodds silently.

I start undoing my belt as Yugyeom watched, fascinated. But I stopped. I decided that if he wouldn’t take control, I would. I got down on my knees and reached for his jean buttons, he looked at me with wide eyes, shocked that any girl would do such a thing, that she would take charge like that. I undid his jeans just enough, before standing up and undoing my own.

He stared as I took off my jeans clumsily, not as shy anymore, just curious. I made my way to him slowly. I straddled him, my top still on. I could feel him hardening beneath me. His hands went to my waist while mine went around his neck. We pulled eachother close until his head was in the crook of my neck under my chin.

“Gwaenchanha,” I said. ‘It’s alright.’

He looked up at me and made a decision. Yugyeom flipped us over so he now layed on top of me.

His jeans hung loosely on his hips as he hovered above me for a few brief moments. He was trying to figure out a game plan, but I could see he was scared. I was scared. So I reached down for the hem of my shirt, and he immediately followed, lifting it up over my head until only my bra and underwear remained.

I raised my mouth up to meet his. We kissed shakily as my hands slipped under me and unhooked my bra. I pulled it loose mid-kiss and immediately wrapped my arms around his neck, placing a hand on the back of his head. Yugyeom’s hands went up to my breasts and felt them in all their glory. He was a bit rough with them, jerking them about from being overly excited. 

Then hands started to go lower as he reached for his jeans and pulled down his boxers. I did the same with my underwear. And then it was us. Naked, uninhibited, us.

We waited, seeing if the other would back out, but that didn’t happen.

 Yugyeom wasn’t my favourite member, there were reasons I loved others more, as there always are. But I loved them all. It was like choosing ice cream. Sure you have your favourite flavour, but when it came to ice cream, there was no bad option (except cotton candy and bubble gum, I will never understand why that needed to exist).

Yugyeom guided himself in slowly. I winced as I held back the pain, pressing my face against his neck. Yugyeom was enjoying himself, evident by the small moans escaping his lips.

The rest was how you’d imagine the first time between two virgins being. Shakey, nerve racking, slightly painful, and fast. But I will say that all of Yugyeom’s dancing had made him a good thruster. He lasted about thirty seconds at most, which I’ve come to understand is not half bad, for a virgin.

Afterwards the two of us laid in  bed. He wanted me close, so I laid beside him under the covers with my head on his chest. I wanted to tell him he’d done a good job, even if I didn’t come (not that I had been expecting to), but all you can do is be physical with someone who doesn’t understand you.

When I glanced up at him, his eyes were closed and he had a pleased smile on his lips. I nestled into him and for about ten minutes we just laid like that, until there was a knock on the door.

I felt Yugyeom tense, and a few seconds later he started to move to get up. I sat up bringing my knees to my chest and rested my head on them, watching him get dressed. I tried to engrave every inch of him into my mind, not wanting to mistake him for a dream.

He had just pulled his top on when he looked over at me. He leaned across the bed and kissed me delicately.

“Thank you,” he mumbled, thickly muddled by his accent.

“Kamsahabnida,” I replied. ‘Thank you’