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danwhobrowses · 9 months

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One Piece Chapter 1090 - Initial Thoughts

Confusion

That was certainly the thoughts that arose upon hearing news of spoilers in a week that's meant to be a break. Honestly I thought it was fakes, attempts to stir fans unaware with falsities.

But lo, they do look very real. If they do become fake expect me to delete this one but the panels, the colour, it all seems to track. Of course TCB hasn't translated it yet so I've had to go back to my older sources, so the context may not be as good.

Spoilers for the Chapter, maybe? Still tentative, but support the Official Release of course

A very rare Kuro return...in the cover page, I do still wonder about the East Blue guys; Kuro, Morgan, Krieg, Gin, not Arlong though don't really give a crap about the shahaha man

We haven't recapped what happened yet, but we've picked up where we left off

Luffy's out with his regular introductions across the Den Den Mushi, which is kinda alarming with the Gorosei on the other side

He confirms to be allied with Vegapunk and uses York's safety to barter the fleet backing off

Embodying evil lads have you considered why humanitarian genius Dr. Vegapunk is allying with a Yonko against the World Government right now?

Ooooh Kizaru's not the only ones listening in, Morgans is too, which means Vivi's getting the scoop...Wapol's also there

The Gorosei engage in Monkey D. Luffy for the first time, asking about their numbers

Luffy goes to answer with 'including the injured' but Robin (identified by the Gorosei) shuts off comms

WHO HURT OUR ROBIN!?

Robin, bandaged around her bare chest, reminds Luffy not to give the enemy information

Through spoiler-talk I couldn't avoid a post saying that Robin was 'uncharacteristic' with people hoping that Devon had already swapped with Robin but this didn't seem uncharacteristic at all

Plus Luffy was hoping that giving them all the info would make the Marines back off, which Usopp points out is not likely

Saturn's already plotting though; they need to keep York, Punk Records and the lab for the Mother Flame (changed back to Flame by Stephen...who still won't fix Zoro/Zolo)

Vice Admiral Doberman does make a case for Lucci and the CP agents, which Saturn affirms is an option and he's just prioritizing the worst case scenario

Aaaaand there it is 'Humans are like insects, they will always reproduce'

Back to York, who uses her communication with the Gorosei to try and threaten the Straw Hats against harming her, only to be smacked by Nami

No seriously who hurt my queen, my wife, my light of the Revolutionaries? I will break them, they will wish they were never drawn

Of course Robin's baby boy Chopper is tending to her so she's in good hands, hooves, hand-hooves

Ah Kaku is also recovering, lamenting taking 2 of the Seraphim

Guessing that means S-Hawk and another (maybe S-Snake) went after Team Atlas/Chopper/Robin, meaning Kaku and Zoro must've engaged against the two since they were following S-Hawk, causing Robin to get hurt

Lilith also mourns Shaka, Pythagoras and the still-alive Edison

For all that aggression Lilith did care, even for Shaka

Lucci's reviewing the situation, which Kaku notices...sus

Usopp contacts with Underground, with the CP agents

They're living it up, dining for the first time in months, they've gone the way the G5 have with the Straw Hats

The Seraphim are also down there, with the CP agents, but trapped in bubbles

The bubbles are reinforced with the same stuff in the Mark 3 Pacifista, with some sea prism energy too

The Seraphim don't look too roughed up, though Snake and Hawk look additionally perturbed

Franky also thanks S-Snake for depetrifying them, which Vegapunk was curious about

Turns out that S-Snake carries the same weakness for Luffy, which Jinbe points out also having seen it first hand

Vegapunk does wonder about the Lineage Factor playing in, I guess he only got Boa's blood after Marineford

Atlas has gotten systems up and running, but the dome remains up, because York locked it in a password she kept from the Records

Stussy is also still here, reviewing the problem with the giant fleet, so she and the Stella look to Nami

The log hasn't reset, but they can still move to the ones active, they set their sights on one of them, which Stella confirms to be Elbaf

Visible shock from Luffy and Usopp, and surprise from Robin too, which leads to singing

Since they cannot escape from the coast, they must leave through the back, but there's still the matter of the fleet and the shield

The VegaForce can fly the Sunny but only out to Egghead's borders, but Franky reassures Vegapunk that they can Coup de Burst the rest of the way

As a result, Atlas, Edison and Stella plan to hack past York's password

With Lilith in charge of the VegaForce, she, Bonney, Luffy and Franky are off to the Sunny

Lilith seems excited, but Bonney and Luffy will miss the food

Bonney praises Sanji though, I wonder if something happened with her and him in the night to make her see him in a high regard

Luffy mentions she's cheerier now though, having given up on killing Vegapunk, since she was crying last night (almost a parallel to Morgans saying the same to Vivi)

Ah sneaky cat, Lucci has been contacting the Navy, that's why he was muttering before, he's given them the whole report

Kizaru and Saturn still feel confident that Luffy's cornered though, though I also feel like they're overestimating the crew

Saturn asks if Kizaru can bypass the shield, since he is light, Kizaru can but notes Sentomaru is down below

Interesting stuff though, even though Saturn suggests ignoring him, Kizaru refuses, he has his own ethics there and he refuses to ignore someone fighting for their duty

He does also pragmatically note that the fleet will be attacked by the Sea Beasts and Mark 3s

But Lucci already found the lab where the Mother Flame is made, which is concerning, York may not be needed at all

The Vice Admirals ready themselves, planning to assault the sea beasts first with intent to free the CP agents

Kizaru makes the move, and Sentomaru is braced for it

The pacifista are ordered to sink the fleet, so down below's gonna turn into a mini-warzone

And Sentomaru and Kizaru clash, the former's Ryou-based ultimate defense vs Kizaru's lightspeed kick

The impact shines bright underneath the labophase, and Luffy senses Kizaru's presence

It's a good chapter even if it is fake.

Taking the impression that it's not because it likely isn't, we do seem to be developing on an exit strategy from Egghead, whether that means direct confrontation with Kizaru remains to be seen.

On the one hand, Kizaru vs Luffy or vs another of the Monster Trio is considered to be the fight of the arc, but maybe it isn't the case? There's still that Blackbeard ship to consider after all. Plus with Saturn coming all the way here we have to expect some physical activity from him. It's not entirely clear how it will go, Oda likely baited a lot of fans with the nine Vice Admirals on the fleet but with Robin injured she may not be as handy in a fight right now. Lucci is still on their side too, and I would guess he plans to strike Stussy at the most opportune moment.

I think I'm most worried about this lab, because you can't make more Mother Flames without more catastrophic consequences. The Gorosei outrank Vegapunk when it comes to the Seraphim so they'd still have them on-hand too. I wonder if the Straw Hats, Vegapunk and Bonney can simply leave Egghead with all that there, plus all that cool tech they could use to upgrade Usopp and Franky, knowing that the Gorosei still get what they want. So we might be in for more delay from leaving, we are expecting an incident to occur after all. I also can't shake some Sabaody energy in this chapter, they say 'we're going to Elbaf' but now Kizaru's here, it's very much like 'we're going to Fishman Island' but now Kizaru's here...it took so long to get to Fishman island and it's taken so long to get to Elbaf XD Still excited though, doubt Shanks will still be there but you could get more Kid and maybe even Big Mom, maybe even Law because Bepo has to surface somewhere.

I am still hoping we track back to what happened the previous day, for the fights and for the Kuma memories, I still also hope Franky gets some shine before leaving the island of his hero. Also I need to put whoever hurt Robin on my list.

But yeah it's a weird spot, since my brain still says 'we're in a break, where did this chapter come from? It must be fake' but it also says 'it looks too much like other chapters to be fake, right down to the grain' so it's messing with my head a little. Either way we'll know next Friday, which means we're getting a week with no official chapter either way.

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smolcuriouskitten · 1 month

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How many days has it been? How many nights have passed? Shes lost count at this point. The only thing she got up to do was make sure Kimchi's automatic feeder and water was still going and full. She didnt move from the couch at all. Her phone kept going off, probably her sister or brother or Onyx. She didnt want to be bothered. She just wanted the world to disappear.

She watched the trees as the wind danced through them, the big window in her living room felt alive despite how bleak she felt. The grass kept growing, the flowers were blooming, it was beautiful to see nature continue florishing and the world continued to spin even without her doing anything. When was the last time she even said anything? Did anything productive?

She turned her back to the window, not wanting to have her mind continue to race about how the world kept moving without her. Roxie was out of the house, her sound system ran out of music, it was just silence but her thoughts were so loud. So loud in fact, she couldnt hear a car coming into the driveway.

A few soft knocks. "Rocky." A voice called from the window which she didnt react to. 'This is Roxie bothering you. Dont engage. It will go away.' She thought to herself, remaining still until a door opened. "Rocky. You okay? Ren and I have been worried sick." The voice continued, slowly inching closer and again, Rockelle didnt move. He remembered a thing she told him years ago about Roxie and how she would cause horrific hallucinations for her. 'If I ever go non-verbal or dont respond when you call, say neko neko nya. Its Nekoian for I love you.'

Kimchi greets Chris, tail wagging and yipping. He pets the doggo with a smile. "Hey boy. Neko neko nya." He said, Rockelle slowly sitting up to face Chris. She looked horrible. Bags under her eyes the size of handbags, her hair was down to her feet, and her clothes were dirty. It was clear she hasnt showered or moved in quite awhile, the room didnt smell the best.

Rockelle didnt say anything to Chris, just looked at him blankly. "Hey....I know you are nonverbal for now. Put up your left hand if you want to be left alone or right hand if you want a hug." He asks, sitting on his knees in front of her and she lifts her right hand. Chris then nods and hugs her tightly, rubbing her back. She broke down crying in his arms, clutching onto his shirt.

"Its okay. Its okay, I got you." He holds her close and rubs her back with a soft sigh. "Renelle is coming in a bit. I just wanted to come by to make sure you were okay." He said, rocking her in his arms. "This will feel a bit familiar for you, bare with me okay." He continues, Rocky tilting her head at him, sniffling. "Focus on me and hold my hands." Chris directs and Rockelle follows them with a confused expression.

"Take a deep breath. Squeeze my hand when you do." Then it clicked. Chris was a good kid when she babysat him, polite and a sweetheart but when he was angry, it was catastrophic. He was a witch as well and controlling your emotions are important, especially in your earlier years. This was a technique she used during his tantrums.

"But I want that comic book! Rockelle!!" Chris whines, tugging on her pant leg. He was 5 at the time, that stage where kids want everything they see. Rockelle did spoil him, as much as she could in fact, that his parents told her to quit it. Why you may ask?

He has most if not all of the toys he asks for! He doesnt need doubles! Rockelle tried to play it off as 'well he needs toys for both houses!' but the Luna's werent having it. So now she has to restrict him from new toys and damn did she hate it. Her father spoiled her and Renelle rotten, so why would she not spoil Chris?

"You cant have the toy darling, you already have it. We have to go now, come on." She calmly responds, gently holding his hands that were balled up. "No!! I want that toy!!!" He screams, falling over and crying, throwing a tantrum. Storegoers looked at them since he was causing a scene which Rockelle kept a level head.

Despite his thrashing, she sat down next to him, tapping beats on the floor to keep herself grounded and calm. A child throwing a tantrum is one thing. An adult losing their cool and yelling and being irrational doesnt help at all. So one of them had to stay calm. After a minute or so of Chris showing out, she gently grabs his hands. "Hey hey hey. You have to calm down. You cant have that toy." She stayed firm and Chris went to fall out again but Rockelle held him up.

"Aht. You already fell out. We wont do that again. Look at me Chris." She firmly continued which Chris looked up at her sniffling and pouting. She held up her hands in front of him, then pinches his cheek. "Now you see my hands? You feel them pinching your cheek?" She asks, Chris nodding and sniffling. She puts her hands in a thumbs up position. "Now hold onto my thumb." She directs and he takes his hand and holds both of her thumbs.

"Now I want you to direct that anger you feel and blow on my thumb, as hard as you can! Blow until all that anger leaves your body!" She directs, which he follows the direction, blowing as hard as he can. After the second deep breath, he began to giggle and laugh. "You see how silly it feels to do this?" She smiles at him and he laughs and nods. "Just to make sure all that anger is out of your body, squeeze my thumb as hard you can!"

And sure enough, he was laughing loudly, squeezing at her thumb and Rockelle laughs with him. "Now do you feel better?" She asks and Chris nods. "I do. Im...Im sorry." He said, giving Rockelle a hug, feeling bad for what he did. "Its okay baby. Now we have to go, your parents are making your favorite today, we cant be late." She directs and Chris nods, wiping his eyes. "Can...Can you wipe my face please?" He asks and Rockelle nods, taking out a baby wipe for him. "Of course I can. Stand still okay?"

Rockelle was laughing at Chris making her blow on his thumb. "Now you see how I felt all those years ago." He said with a smile and hands her a baby wipe. "But I got you to calm down didnt I?" She giggles, wiping her face. Renelle sat on the couch beside them, shaking her head. "You used that on me after I would throw a tantrum. How did you even come up with that?" She asks and Rockelle lets out a sigh.

"When I was isolated all those years ago, I picked up an anxiety help book. It told me to take radium and take a nap, I didnt do that for obvious reasons. The one tip I took away from the book is that if you blow on your thumb, it calms your heart rate and takes you out of flight or fight mode. I tried it during a spiral and it worked until Roxie threw another hallucination at me." She lets out a sigh as she explained, pressing her head back onto the couch.

"Speaking of her, where is she anyway?" Chris asks and Rockelle shrugs, the couple nodding in response. "Do you want me to make some food for you?" Renelle asks and Rockelle shakes her head. "No I-" Renelle gives Chris a look and hes already heading to the kitchen. "Trick question, I know you havent ate in a few days. You and me are going to go and fix you up, come on sis." Renelle stands up from the couch and Rockelle slowly gets up with her.

"We can play moms records as I fix you up." Renelle chirps, holding Rockelles hand as she goes upstairs with her. Chris watches the two and smiles, taking out the ingredients to make Jjigae, a comfort food for the pair. He thought it would be a good idea to make it for them given how sad Rockelle was. Even if Chris wasnt related to the pair, he felt like he was a part of a family that he didnt have before and he didnt want to make it any other way.

@bewitchingbaker

#i think too much; {drabbles}#sisterly love; {Renelle}

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violentlilly-blog · 4 months

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The Price We Pay

I’ve been working on a fan-fiction for this fandom for about… oh, half a year? Roughly. This scene wouldn’t really have an appropriate place in the story I’m working on, since the fan-fiction I’m writing has more to do with Friend, Sweetheart, and Keagan being in high school still, the plot centering around Keagan and Sweetheart’s relationship, the break in Friend and SH’s friendship, and everything involving the break-up between SH and Keagan and the rekindled friendship of Friend and SH.

Dunno when that’ll be done, but I got this terribly morbid idea and wrote it all out. I didn’t put as much effort into this as I would a full story - I barely edited it, and I wrote it in about thirty minutes, so go easy on me. It’s been a good seventeen years since I’ve published anything, and I'm pretty self-conscious about my work. I hope it's alright.

Side-note; it's a cold open, so there's nothing leading up to this scene. It's just an idea that struck me while I was writing the other fan-fiction, and I wanted to get it down.

TW: Depictions of Graphic Violence, Character Death, Blood, Dark/Morbid Themes

“This parasite… this leech who thinks he has the right… who thinks he’s justified in putting his nose where it doesn’t belong…” Friend’s voice was soft and measured, though there was clear malice punctuating each word as he spoke, his eyes aglow with simmering crimson rage as he glared down at Keagan’s body crumpled below, his hands tightened to trembling fists as he clutched the blade within his right hand. “You think after what you did to her, you deserve to have a say? That you have the right to be here? To be seen by her? To even be in her presence?”

Coughing, blood splattered in small crimson droplets at my feet as Keagan struggled to rise, the wound to his belly severe, though non-fatal; if he received medical treatment, at least… “You crazy fuck… I knew… I knew…” he wheezed.

Friend snarled as he knelt down, reaching forward and gripping his hair as he yanked him up onto his knees, facing him away as he yanked his head back, exposing his throat.

I leaned forward and screamed, “NO! Friend, please!”

Leaning close, Friend set his mouth next to Keagan’s right ear and whispered, “You knew what, exactly? Hm…?”

Hacking, Keagan pressed his hands to the wound in his gut in an effort to stem the steady flow of blood leaking from his abdomen, his stained hands trembling. “I knew… you were a fucking… stalker freak… I knew…” Coughing, his haggard breathing halting his words with each laboured breath, he struggled to speak. “I knew she wasn’t safe with you in her life…”

Friend’s eyes widened as he comprehended these words. “Not safe…?” His grip tightened on Keagan’s scalp, tearing hair from his head and drawing blood, wet red droplets trailing from his hairline onto his forehead. “You have the audacity to tell me what’s safe for her? After what you did?” he bellowed, his body trembling.

“I was a fucking dumb, drunk kid!” Keagan screamed, tears prickling across the waterline of his eyes, threatening to spill. His bright blue eyes found me, wide and terrified, though equally pleading. “I was a stupid kid…” he grunted, his words strained through the pain he was enduring. “I fucked up… and I lived with the guilt of what I did every fucking day of my life.” His words choked, catching on subtle sobs which threatened to claim him. “I was eaten alive with the guilt, and because of the actions of a stupid fucking kid, I lost everything… I lost you,” he whispered to me, his eyes focused entirely on mine. “And… I’m so fucking sorry… I’m so sorry…”

My eyes widened with each word he spoke, my heart aching at this admission and my features twisted in disbelief and pain. He had suffered - Keagan had suffered more than enough. Nodding, I attempt to smile through the tears which obscured my vision as they fell, hot and thick, down my cheeks. “I know…” I whispered back to him, drawing Friend’s attention briefly before he focused upon Keagan once more, unperturbed with Keagan’s heartfelt apology.

“A little late, don’t you think? It only took you a decade and a near-death experience to bring it out of you,” he sneered at him, his tone of voice dripping with sarcasm.

Ignoring this statement, Keagan struggled to look back at Friend, his desperation bleeding into vehemence as he glared up into the lifeless, deadpanned eyes of his attacker. “But you… what excuse do you have? I was young… dumb… and drunk… I made a mistake… but you… You’re not making a mistake. You’re just fucking crazy-”

Friend brought the knife he held to Keagan’s throat, silencing him instantly as he sputtered on his words, his eyes growing wide as the blade bit into his neck. “I’m crazy? I’m crazy? You’re the one who was pining after a broken relationship for the past decade, never once trying to move on and better yourself! You let your mistakes consume you, ruin everything you could have had afterward, and I’m the crazy one? Look at you…” His eyes bore right into Keagan, devoid of any empathy or concern. “A sad little boy still yearning for the one that got away… Pathetic.” Tightening his grip on Keagan’s hair, he dug the blade further against his throat. “What did you hope to achieve by coming here, baseball star? Let me guess… You wanted to come in here and rescue my sweetheart. To whisk her away and play the hero to someone who doesn’t need to be rescued in the first place. What? Did you think you could make her love you again?”

Friend’s words cut through not only Keagan, his eyes growing even wider as he called out each and every secret suppressed deep within Keagan’s heart, but through me as well. To see Friend so callous and cold, a blade held to the throat of my past love… my best friend’s eyes empty as he mocked and verbally berated the one person who genuinely tried to save me… it didn’t feel real. None of this felt real. It felt like a terrible nightmare I desperately wanted to wake from - but I knew the truth. As badly as I wished this to be fantasy, the stale and chilled air of this basement, secreted away deep within the heart of this abandoned city, the metal of the cuffs biting into my wrists, and the pungent, metallic smell of blood flooding my nostrils with each frantic breath I took… I knew this was real. It was all horribly, nonsensically real…

“Did you think you could come in here and take her from me? To steal away the only person who’s ever really cared about me? You think I’d let you do that, you piece of shit!” Friend’s stoicism broke as he screamed in Keagan’s face, his muscles tensing and right then I knew what was coming, what Friend was about to do.

Keagan grimaced, his body tensing as he reacted, unconsciously preparing to die.

Without thought, my body moving entirely on its own, I lurched forward and screamed, “I’ll stay with you!” the instant before Friend could slide the blade across Keagan’s throat, causing him to pause as he looked up, his eyes suddenly wide in shock at my interjection. “Please! Please… Friend… you don’t have to kill him. You…” my throat tightened, choking on the sobs which threatened to overtake me, my voice and body trembling violently. Strengthening my resolve, I forced myself to speak, my focus set, unwavering, on Friend. “You could let him go… I promised, didn’t I? Didn’t I promise…? That I’d never leave you again… I promised you that, remember?”

Faltering briefly, Friend replied, “Of course I remember, sweetheart… How could I ever forget?” His tone of voice and expression had softened as he gazed over at me, remorseful, if only for what this situation was putting me through.

Nodding, I attempted to crawl forward with difficulty, my knees dragging against the concrete flooring as my bound wrists tugged backward with each desperate inch I crossed, trying to shorten the distance between us in hopes that I could reach him - if not physically, than through a connection only years of love and friendship could convey. “Then you know you can trust me when I say that I’d never leave you…”

“What the fuck are you doing, Clover!?” Keagan screamed, his expression wild as he realised what I was promising. “You can’t be fucking serious!”

“Shut your fucking mouth!” Friend hissed, pressing the knife firmly to his throat once more.

“No! No, no! Friend, listen to me…!” I screamed, desperately attempting to draw his attention onto me once more. For fuck’s sake, Keagan, shut the fuck up… please. “Listen… I’m not going anywhere, okay? So you don’t have to do this…” My eyes burned from the salt of my tears, my throat restricted and raw from the tension in my muscles as my entire body strained against my binds and the fear which raged within me. “You can let Keagan go, and I’ll stay. I’ll never leave you… okay? You trust me, don’t you?” I smiled at him, pleading with all of my heart. “You trust me?”

Relaxing, Keagan finally grasped what I was attempting to do. If I was able to convince Friend to let him go, his wounds would be more than enough evidence to push the police to investigate this area. Certainly, by the time Keagan would arrive back here with the police, Friend and I may be long gone… but my sole priority in this moment was to get Keagan out alive. That’s all that mattered to me. Please, God… Please…

“You trust me… don’t you?” I repeated, stressing the word trust.

Once more, Friend turned his tender eyes unto me, his expression gentle as he smiled. “Oh, sweetheart… of course I trust you…”

I relaxed, breathing a deep sigh of relief as I quickly contemplated what else I could say to reach him and secure Keagan’s release.

“It’s him I don’t trust…”

And just like that, in an instant - before I could even blink or register what he’d said - the blade was swiftly drawn across Keagan’s throat, sending a cascade of thick crimson spraying from his neck.

Keagan’s eyes, wide with fear and disbelief, were focused upon me as the colour nearly instantly drained from his face. Convulsing, his body immediately going into shock, he slumped forward onto his stomach, his eyes rolling back as his blood pressure dropped, blacking out upon hitting the stone floor.

I don’t know how long it had taken Keagan to fall to the floor. Some distant logical part of my brain reasoned it must have been only seconds; but it felt like an eternity, the world around me slowing nearly to a halt as Friend released Keagan’s hair and let him fall.

I didn’t even register the screams which pierced the crushing silence…

#stnaf #seethruneedafriendgame #fanfic #Friend #Keagan #See Thru: Need a Friend?#yandere

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outhereinnevada · 3 years

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Could I please request some fluff/smut with Auditor? Thank u

WOOOO! Alright, time for the first NSFW fic!

Warning: NSFW content ahead. Minors DO NOT INTERACT.

Anyways, onto the fic! Enjoy anon!

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Relieving love - Auditor x Reader Smut

You've known the Auditor for as long as you can remember. Long before Nevada was thrown into madness.

When he founded the AAHW, he made you his second in command knowing that you had very similar ideals to him. If he was out and taking the day off, you would be put in charge.

The Agents and Engineers really loved having you around, you always made sure that they were well taken care of, especially the MAGS. The MAGS really enjoy just holding you in their hands to talk to you about whatever they had their minds on.

Auditor was very appreciative for your hard work in his absence and loved that you took the time to make the Agents and Engineers feel welcomed and readied in the AAHW. You were essentially a therapist for them.

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Another rough day for Auditor, a lot of shit went down. Hank and his crew raided the base that the Auditor was at that day, very few got out alive, but he finally got home. Closing the door a bit harshly, he sat down on the couch with his head in his hands, obviously stressed out.

"Auditor? Are you alright dear?"

He looked up to see you crouched in front of him, you took his hands into yours feeling the tension he radiated. He sighed, letting himself calm at your touch.

"It was another rough day, the base I was at got raided by Hank and his lot. Very few of us got out of there, a lot of casualties."

With a soft gasp, you placed a hand on his cheek. He nuzzled into it, putting his own hand on top of yours.

"Oh Audi...thank goodness you weren't harmed. I don't what I would do without you."

His body heated up, he adored when you used that nickname. The flames around his body got a little more wild.

"s/o...you know I get flustered when you call me that."

You giggled, sitting next to him, you threaded your fingers around his flames playfully. He kept getting more and more heated until he snapped. He turned to you and gripped your wrists, your surprised, blushing expression staring right at him.

"Audi?! Wha-what are you-"

He quickly cut you off, seeming incredibly desperate for some reason.

"I-I'm sorry s/o, I c-can't stop myself anymore. You're just too irresistible."

You stared into his loving gaze, you knew what he wanted, what he needed at this moment. You gave soft smile before slipping out of his grip and giggling. Shocked, he turned his tomato red face toward you.

"Well, you'll just have to catch me then!"

Not wasting a second, you ran around the house. Auditor catching onto what you're doing, got up and started to playfully chase you. You ran around for a bit before running into your shared bedroom and jumping onto the bed, with Auditor following your actions and landing beside you.

You two laughed for awhile before Auditor got back into his previous mood, his body once again heating up. Hovering over you, his hands placed beside your head he leaned closer to you. Your face now turning more red from how close he was.

"Caught you~"

His voice became huskier, a sign that he became needy. You looked away shyly, burying your head into your arm.

"W-well, here's your prize then."

He chuckled, you knew you were in good hands with that laugh.

"Oh darling, you're in for a treat tonight~"

He gently pulled your arm away from your face and brushed your hair away from your face.

"I wouldn't want anything less~"

That set Auditor off, he leaned in to give a brief kiss on your lips before slowly moving to your neck. The light licks on your neck gave you sudden chills before he started to lightly nibble and suck on it, giving you hickeys.

"Au-Audi."

You let out a soft moan indicating your pleasure. He decided to take it a step further and really bite down. A sharp gasp emanated from your submissive form.

"AAH, please...a bit more gentle."

He reeled back a bit. Noticing, you put a hand on his shoulder to reassure him.

"I apologise s/o. I'll a bit more gentle for you."

You kissed his cheek, a sign to keep going. He kept biting and sucking on your neck, trying to find your sweet spot. A yelp from you signalled that he found it.

Continuing to abuse your sweet spot, he snaked his hand up your stomach to your chest. You raked your fingers through the flames atop his head, your breaths hot and heavy.

He chuckled heartily at your flushed expression, proceeding to toy with your breasts as he left a few more hickeys on your neck. You decided he need some pleasure too, you lifted your leg to grind against his crotch. He let out a subtle groan, his face coated in red.

"Oh~ You want to play that game do you my love? Very well."

You didn't even notice that your shirt and bra were gone, before you could respond he started to nibble and suck on one of your breasts and massaging the other with his hand. The bliss was too much for you, you became putty within The Auditor's hands.

"P-please, I-I need you more. Just-jus-."

You couldn't finish your sentence as you let out another lustful moan.

"I could make you wait longer, but that would just be cruel of me~ So let's just get to the point."

You smirked, getting an idea. Before he could try anything, you flipped him over putting him on the bottom. You revelled in his shocked expression.

"Sorry dear, but I believe that you need some attention as well."

You quickly unzipped his pants and pull down his boxers, letting his cock spring up, the tip leaking with anticipation. You ogled at the grand size of it. You gently laid your fingers on the shaft, even the lightest touch got Auditor worked up.

"Wow, you really were holding out for me weren't you?"

Letting out warm, shaky breaths, he gripped onto your shoulders. You rubbed the inside of his thighs before pressing your soft lips against the head of his length, lightly sucking on it. Auditor gripped the sheets hard out of the sheer amount of satisfaction he was receiving.

"Ke-Keep going, you're doing so wonderfully-"

Multiple whimpers and moans escaped him, interrupting himself. This only prompted you to go down on him properly. Slowly taking more of his member each time he let out even a single noise, you pumped whatever you couldn't fit in your mouth.

The Auditor was in absolute ecstasy, he could barely speak. Your tongue swirled around the shaft as if you had done this many times before. You had taken in so much that it was hitting the back of your throat and you started to choke and gag.

"s-s/o. I-I'm-AGHH!"

Without warning, Auditor shot his load deep into your throat with a strained groan. You tried your best to swallow every drop of his seed as to not make a mess on the sheets. Finally ceasing, you released his cock from your mouth with a satisfying pop.

"Goodness, you...you were really pent-up. That was a lot to swallow."

Gazing into your tired eyes, he laughed to himself. He flipped you back to bottom position, a hungry look in his crimson gaze.

"I don't believe we're done yet, since you so rudely interrupted me when I was trying to please you."

He swiftly removed your pants along with your panties, he wiped two fingers on your opening rubbing his fingers together taking note of the wetness.

"Hmm, already soaking wet and I've barely done anything to you. Let's fix that shall we~"

Plunging the two fingers deep into your slit, he scissored you wide open to prep you for the ravaging he was about to give you. You tried to hide your increasingly high-pitched moans but the pleasure was just too much to keep quiet about.

"I hope you're ready s/o because once I start, I won't stop until I'm satisfied."

The threatening but alluring tone of Auditor's voice sent you into a downward spiral of lust and want. Removing his fingers, he lined himself up to insert himself into you. Leaning closer, he could feel how hot your breath was against his skin.

"Please...be gentle, it-it's my first time and feel it might break me if you go too hard and fast."

He caressed your cheek, giving you a gentle kiss. He rubbed the tip of his shaft against your entrance seeming eager to pop your cherry seeing as he was your first.

"Don't worry, I'll make sure you aren't harmed. That is a promise."

You nodded, slowly but surely he pushed his way into you. With every bit of his length that pressed in, you let out a strained but pleasured whimper. Finally hilting himself within you, the tears finally ran down your cheeks. He tenderly wiped away the tears and rested his forehead against yours, awaiting your signal to go.

After a couple of minutes, you shifted and a sultry whine was your response. Given the all clear, Auditor wasted no time getting into a rhythmic pattern. You wrapped your arms around him tightly, nails scratching his back which only made him speed up. Your lewd yelps and screams were music to his ears.

"Yes, keep screaming my dear, let me know that I'm giving you what's rightfully yours!"

You were tightening around his member by the second, each thrust leaving you seeing stars. Not wanting to be the only one, you bit down his neck and started leaving your own hickeys on him though they wouldn't be as noticeable as yours.

Your body trembled against his, his movements were getting slower and sloppier. You couldn't hold it in anymore and he neither could he.

"AUDI!"

"S/O!"

At the call of each others names, you both released, there was so much cum that it leaked out of you, so much for not making a mess. Finally coming down from your highs, he pulled out seeing all of the excess fluid, he quickly cleaned you and himself before pulling a thick blanket over the both of you. You buried yourself into Auditor's side as he flopped down next to you, snaking an arm around you to pull you close to his radiating warmth.

"That...that was amazing."

"I agree, you did incredibly well for your first time. I'm proud of you."

You giggled as he planted a kiss on the top of your head, petting your head as he lulled you into a peaceful sleep before falling asleep himself.

"Goodnight s/o, may your dreams be pleasant tonight."

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WOOOOOOOOOOO! FIRST NSFW FIC IS DONE! I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS ANON CUZ I SURE DID.

#madcom x reader #madcom reader insert #madness combat reader insert #madcom auditor x reader #madness combat auditor x reader #madness combat x reader #smut writing #madcom auditor #madness combat auditor

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sonder-paradise · 3 years

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Request: Chuuya Nakahara + 17 “Desperate kisses after you thought you’d lost them” - @missrown (consider this your bday present too~)

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Genre: Fluff, Small Bit of Angst, Chuuya is scared of having a crush

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Pairing: Chuuya Nakahara x GN!Reader

In all honesty, there were a lot of things Chuuya feared. Despite the over-confident facade, he feared himself, the demonic god inhabiting him, and especially you.

He constantly found himself scared of you. You were capable of making him feel things beyond just the realm of his norm. He was scared of the way you made his lonely thoughts disappear or the way you smiled at him. Because deep down, he knew that he was scared of losing you.

But to love you was one thing. To confess was another. Day and night he craved to tell you the words constantly lingering on his tongue. But he was scared. Just like the worries of the god of destruction within him, he worried that you didn’t see his humanity. Though, in his eyes, his humanity was not really all that apparent. More of questionable at most.

Despite his doubts and worries, he enjoyed being with you. The late nights when you accepted his invitation to go to the bar or when he accompanied you on a mission, he relished those moments. They reminded him that he wasn’t lonely. That not everyone in his life left.

“You got your gun?”

“Mhm.”

“Knife?”

“Strapped on my thigh.”

“What about the damn bomb?”

You paused, staring at Chuuya as if the man was insane. Honestly he knew that he sounded too worried over nothing but the boss had just placed you on a solo mission. Usually he accompanied you on missions but this one was meant just for you and you alone. He wasn’t allowed near the vicinity and he wasn’t allowed to interfere. No matter what.

“I have the bomb. I’ll plant it and then get out just as fast. You worry too much, Chu.”

He hated that nickname. But he loved when you said it. And upon hearing it, he visibly softened up. “Yeah, yeah. I just want to make sure you don’t blow your fucking head off.”

He watched as you walked off, laughing at his stupid comment. “I’ll be back in three hours! Don’t lose your hat waiting for me~” With that, you were gone. And Chuuya could feel that sinking feeling returning.

The clock only made it worse. Paperwork did little to settle the raw and untamed worry in his mind. So may questions and so much time left to spend combing through them. His thoughts were only barely countered by the annoying tick, tick, ticking on the wall above him. He was tempted to throw the clock out the window.

But his thought process was interrupted upon hearing a knock on his office door. It couldn’t have been you. He doubted that you of all people would knock on his door. So when he saw a random Mafia grunt enter, his heart sunk along with his stomach.

“Where are they?!” He exclaimed, bursting through the medical ward’s doors. His eyes were flooded with a sea of panic and desperation. It felt as though his whole world had crumbled beneath him. A tidal wave of despair decimating his peaceful times with you. Out of everyone that had left him in the past, he just wanted you back.

“They’re undergoing a checkup at the moment. Just to make sure their injuries aren’t too severe.”

The words faded after that. Any other information given to Chuuya had been lost entirely as he sunk into a chair nearby. What were the chances? How could he have been so stupid? What if you left him too?

He couldn’t bear the thought. In that moment, he should have just confessed to you. He should have made sure that you knew how much you meant to him. And now all he could do was wait for you to come back.

“Chuuya?”

He had never gotten out of a chair faster. Hearing the sound of your voice felt more beautiful than any music he’d heard before. Bandages were wrapped around your shoulder and he could faintly see cuts painted onto your sweet skin.

Chuuya’s eyes were filled with a morbid relief as he grew closer to you. He had no right to kiss you like it was your last. Nor did he have to right to caress and touch your skin like the two of you were intimate. But he realized something in that moment.

“Hey, is something wrong…?”

Chuuya paused, staring at you before reaching out to caress your cheek. You blushed slightly, quieting down to let him process whatever thoughts he was going through.

Finally, he took a breath, staring anywhere but your eyes. “I used to think that my greatest wish… was you. I thought I needed to win your affections and your heart because that was my greatest desire. But when now I realize that that’s not even close.”

You clutched his hand in your own, confusion rippling through your thoughts. “Chuuya, I don’t.. understand.”

“My greatest wish was never for you to be mine. It was to always make sure you were safe. Even if you aren’t mine, as long as you’re fucking alive, that’s all I want. So please don’t scare me again.”

He felt your hand tilt his head up to meet your gaze. A faint smile appearing as you pressed a kiss to his lips. It was sweet at first. It took him by surprise. It was so delicate. His fears were eradicated from your touch so easily.

And then kiss after kiss after kiss he found himself pulling you closer. It was desperate and weak but hell he was already addicted to the taste of your lips. So when you pulled away to look at his blushing expression, that soft feeling reappeared.

“If I can fulfill your greatest wish, then I’ll stay by your side forever.”

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#ariel writes #100 follower event 💌#happy bday rown #bsd chuuya #bungo stray dogs #chuuya x reader #chuuya x you #bsd x gender neutral reader #nakahara chuuya #chuuya x y/n

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thevictorianghost · 3 years

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If you could rewrite legend of korra and make it your own(or just in general better) how would you do it? The villains would stay the same and korra and crew are the same(personalities you can definitely tweak a bit. I would definitely not have any love triangles and make korra and asami happen in the beginning) how would you do it with your ships being canon as well?

Okay so I’ve never actually watched LOK. I’ve heard A LOT about it through watching countless video essays on Youtube and reading Tumblr posts about it. I know the who, the what and the how, I just haven’t wanted to watch it because, even though it looks cinematically gorgeous, the story was written by Bry/ke and there’s a LOT of it, worldbuilding and storywise, that I just can’t bare to watch.

So here goes. This got long. Enjoy!

1) Remove the Decopunk world.

A Decopunk world is a world where technology is 1920s-ish, but very advanced. We have cars, tanks, radio, bobs and faux bobs, cloche hats, short skirts, nice suits, etc. I adore Decopunk. The 1920s are one of my favourite eras. An optimistic way of looking at the world, partying, illegal alcohol, the remnants of the Great War... I love it. I really do. But it doesn’t work in the pre-established world of Avatar. It brings elements that are far too imperialistic and colonial in nature (which prompted the comics to be imperialistic and colonial in nature, with the Northern and Southern Water Tribe, you can find many posts about that), which came along hand in hand with the Industrial Revolution, as this article puts it so well. Please read it, it’s awesome.

Why did they feel they had to denature Avatar’s world? They already had everything they could possibly want.

The Fire Nation could be more Steampunk, which is a little less advanced than Decopunk (First Industrial Revolution vs Second Industrial Revolution) because there were elements of Steampunk in the Fire Nation Army (such as the tanks, the navy and the dirigibles). But it could be for them only. It could show us how Zuko transformed the Fire Nation from a war industry to a steam-powered country. This could be the new way to channel firebending (and please, no more “anyone can do lightning bending”, you don’t need lightning bending to get electricity and it makes Zuko, Iroh, Ozai and Azula weak in the show!).

We’ve seen waterbending used in clever ways in the Northern Water Tribe. How could Katara’s waterbending and Sokka’s engineering influence the Southern Water Tribe to make them use waterbending more? Canals, waterfalls, waterways, etc.? In new and different ways? Could the Southern Water Tribe use hydroelectricity, but in a clean, sustainable way? Why does the Southern Water Tribe port look so... mundane?

The Earth Kingdom already had a working train system in Ba Sing Se. And the postal system in Omashu. Toph could have taught earthbenders how to follow the Badgermoles way and dug tunnels throughout a nation in peace. Then boom. Subways. But instead of machines pushing the people along, you can have benders do it. Instead of messenger hawks, the postal system could run through the entire kingdom instead of just Omashu and be much more efficient. The Earth Kingdom could be praised for its fast postal system that could, maybe, work as telegrams.

I’ll come back to the Air Nomads.

Those are just examples from the top of my head. I don’t mean “never allow technology to “””progress””” (I use that word veeeeery loosely because it has huge imperialistic undertones). I mean instead of trashing the fun parts of bending to make way for Decopunk technology that doesn’t need bending, work with it! Get creative! This worldbuilding feels... too easy. When Avatar: The Last Airbender was praised for its worldbuilding.

I adore Decopunk. I enjoy it far more than Dieselpunk and it’s much less known that Steampunk. But it has no place in the Avatar world.

2) That doesn’t mean “remove Republic City”.

First of all, it should honestly have a better name. It’s kind of like naming a city “Democracy City”. Which is way too on the nose. Harmony City sounds better, and that’s the first thing that came to mind. Anyway.

I really like the idea of a city being built in the spirit of Iroh and the White Lotus. To allow the Four Nations to live together in harmony in one city. But why is Republic City literally New York City with an “““Asian””” flair? What is up with that? I know New York is the MOST Decopunk city ever (you can’t encounter anything Decopunk without seeing New York, with its Art Deco buildings, the Harlem Renaissance, the Prohibition, etc.). But they do NOTHING with it! They just take New York, change some names, add some Asian flair, and call it a day.

I don’t want 1920s New York for Republic City. I want Zootopia.

What happens in a city where all the Four Nations are represented? How does Water, Earth, Fire and Air work together? Big cities tend to be quartered in neighborhoods, so each neighborhood could be a smaller version of their nation. We could have a Northern Water Tribe next to an Earth Kingdom next to... you know what I mean? Each neighborhood could be a small-scale introduction to the nation for Korra first, then you can send her to that nation afterwards!

Which leads us to this.

3) Have Korra follow a traditional Avatar’s journey.

I really don’t know why they decided that Korra would learn three elements before the age of sixteen (when that’s the age Avatars usually START their journeys) and then only have her learn Airbending during the entire show. Wasn’t the structure of each Book being about Aang learning one element at a time a good structure? Why go out of their way to NOT do that? Why was it the White Lotus’ prerogative to train the Avatar in the first place, too?

So let’s have Korra know waterbending first (and show Katara teaching her, please!), then she can learn Earth, Fire and Air. By going to the Earth Kingdom, to the Fire Nation, and to the Air Temples. This could help develop each nation and show us how they have grown through the years. And it could lead Korra and the audience to figure out that there’s not only Aang who has had children to represent the Air Nomads, but there were other Air Nomads who survived the genocide and we can actually see the Air Nomads as a thriving culture.

So about Republic City. As I said, we could keep it. But now that Korra is going on a traditional Avatar journey, you could have, say, one episode at the beginning and one episode at the end of each season taking place in Republic City. To show us how each Nation’s neighborhood works and as an introduction to Korra before she actually takes the plunge to travel to that nation.

Please! Build upon the Avatar world at large more! Come on!

4) Stop it with the love triangles.

Many have talked about the Mako, Korra, Bolin and Asami love triangles. I’ve read once that they don’t exactly feel like friends, they’re only colleagues who share the fact they all dated Korra at one point. Which is sad. Knowing that the Gaang is so beloved because they’re such GOOD FRIENDS first!

So work to build strong, healthy friendships first, THEN start thinking about romance if you have to. And please, if you want a ship to be endgame, don’t have it so you have to confirm it on Twitter.

Don’t.

Oh! And also. Bolin and Eska’s relationship was unhealthy as all hell and treated as “funny” and “comic relief” because a woman was being emotionally abusive to a man. That’s terrible. Please don’t do that.

5) Don’t let Katara fall to the side like she did.

Many, MANY before me have talked about how Katara got the short end of the stick in LOK. Where’s her statue? Where’s her recognition as the Greatest Waterbender in the World? Why is she day in and day out in the healing hut, when she said “I don’t want to heal, I want to FIGHT”? Does she even have a waterbending school? Or is that completely fanon? Why does she allow Aang to take one of their children on life-changing field trips while leaving their other kids behind? Aren’t they also Air Nomads by birth??

It’s okay to worship the old Gaang because, well, we all love them! I do love Aang, even if I give him a hard time a lot, but I love the character. I just don’t like the way Book 3 Aang was written. But some characters shouldn’t have everything while others have nothing. Aang is LITERALLY THE STATUE OF LIBERTY. But where was Katara’s statue? And also, what happened to Suki?? What happened to Mai or Ty Lee, too?? Or even Sokka?? He died some time ago and... that’s it??

Which brings us to this.

6) Zutara, Taang, Sukka and Mailee.

I’ve seen that picture of Toph, Aang, Sokka and Katara being edited with Zuko and Katara next to each other, Toph and Aang next to each other, and a (suddenly alive!) Suki next to Sokka. I think that’s so good! It feels so healthy!

Not all relationships that started when people were kids work out. Sokka and Suki seem the strongest relationship at the end of the show and they’re probably the only ones I could see working out in the end. Sokka could become the Southern Water Tribe Chief and Suki could become his Queen when she’s retired from the Kyoshi Warriors.

Katara and Aang would be lifelong friends, of course they would be, but I don’t really see them lasting. Aang was twelve when they started dating. They’d date a few years, then they’d decide they want other things. That’s a good thing to show kids!

I’ve written many metas about Zutara, but Ambassador then Fire Lady Katara would show a changing world, where the Fire Nation, now no longer a war industry but a Steampunk country, is moving forward, with Zuko literally marrying a woman the Fire Nation tried to wipe out. They would be equals and leave an equal mark upon the world. Together.

Toph and Aang would be amazing together. They’d be a great team, working in the Earth Kindom, helping rebuild the old Temples when the Air Nomads came out of hiding, and bringing peace around the world. I don’t think they’d be a conventional relationship. They’d do their own thing for a while, find each other for a while, work together on some projects, then continue doing their own thing. Aang being the Avatar who travels the world and Toph teaching metalbenders and working with the King in Ba Sing Se and Bumi in Omashu and wherever she’s needed. I think Toph would be much more fulfilled than what we’ve seen of elderly Katara. She doesn’t have Katara’s abandonment issues (I’ve talked about them here) and she’s more independent, I believe.

I know I haven’t talked about them much yet, but I want Mai and Ty Lee together in the end. Badass ladies challenging their respective stereotypes and create a new world for themselves. Mai could find herself away from the Fire Nation court (I don’t know what she’d do, but circuses love people who throw knives, don’t they? She could be a circus performer for a while), and I think Ty Lee, in this version, could work at the circus and with Aang to rebuild the Air Nomads. I love the idea of Ty Lee being a descendant of the Air Nomads.

All of them should be shown creating Zootopia-like Republic City. Because of course they should be! They’re the Gaang!

So yeah, that’s how I would see the world of Avatar grow beyond the borders of the original show! :)

#atla #avatar the last airbender #anti-lok #anti-bryke #zutara #sukka #taang #mailee #darkcrowprincess

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anime-simper-xy-female-edition · 3 years

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Masterlist

𝕀'𝕞 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕙𝕖𝕣!

𝔸𝕟𝕘𝕤𝕥 🥀 (spoilers maybe)

𝕊𝕒𝕟𝕖𝕞𝕚 𝕩 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

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There it was. The worrying sound of another fight between the wind Hashira and, as he described her, the love of his life. The fight was over something so entirely simple, that others wondered why it happened?

To think, that such a kind, caring and gentle person could ever fall for the brash, always angry and violent Sanemi. It was always a mystery. It was always a question Y/n was asked. And she couldn't blame the one's who asked.

" WHY THE FUCK DID HE HUG YOU!?" Sanemi's voice was loud, filled to the brim with absolute anger and hidden jealousy as he glared at the H/C haired female who'd still be calm.

" I told you Sanemi the hug I gave Kyo was just that of a friend. We've know eachother since we were kids." Ah yes. The cause of this fight. A simple hug that she gave to her childhood friend is appearantly enough to make the wind Hashira angered.

" I saw everything! That wasn't just a normal hug! You have feelings for him don't you!?" He roughly grabbed Y/n's hand and held it up, gripping it tightly as he stared at her dead in the eyes. Y/n fliched at the sudden pain at her wrist and shook her head.

" No! You know I only love you Sanemi!" Her voice was starting to raise as the pain on her write increased with each word that left her mouth. Sanemi growled in annoyance.

" WELL THAT HUG SAID OTHERWISE! WHY CAN'T YOU JUST BE LIKE KANAE AND JUST STAY BY MY WIDE WITHOUT QUESTION!"

It seemed as though Y/n's world had snapped in two as soon as she heard the words leave his mouth. She quickly snatched her hand away and took step away from the male she vowed to love with her everything. " Why did you have to bring up Kanae? How many times do I have to say I'm not her!? Why do you keep comparing me to her!?" Her shoulders shook as she glared up at him. " I'm not Kanae! All this time when I thought you loved me for me you only saw me because I act like her isn't it!? All those times you've said you love me were just filthy lies weren't they?! I'm just another Kanae for you!"

Sanemi slightly shrunk back, not expecting that outburst, however out of anger he immediately replied back. " Yeah your right. I shouldn't compare you to someone like Kanae. Besides! Unlike Kanae I didn't hate her from the moment we met!"

There it was. The stinging sound of a slap filled the air. Sanemi's eyes widened as he turned to fight back only to stop when noticing the tears falling from her eyes. Her eyes were glued to the ground as he hand stayed in the same position from where her hand made contact with his face. He couldn't see her face expression, but he knew for a fact he went to far. Thinking that he can fix this like he usually does, he quickly ran to comfort the male only to have his body pushed away. " Don't touch me..." Her voice sounded so pitiful and shaky, it stabbed his heart after noticing that he was the one who caused this. He tried to reach out towards her again, only for his body to get in contact with the ground from outside. She glared through her tears. " Leave. Don't ever come back. Go back to Kanae." And she shut the door right in his face, locking it soon after.

Sanemi stayed still, his eyes staring straight at the door as he didn't know how to move. His breathing was uneven as he started to get us shakily. He used the door as a support as he tried to open it, only to sigh in absolute regret after realizing it was locked.

However what made him feel the most regret ever, was hearing her cries filled with pain being heavily muffled by the door. He rested his forehead against the door as he hit himself mentally.

'Why did I say that?'

That's his final thought as he walked away in absolute pain. Pain of the heart.

" What do you want." Sanemi jumped at the cold tone coming from Y/n. He tried to remain calm as he quickly held her arms, about to open his mouth to apologize only to have a katana pointed straight at his neck. " Don't bother. I don't wish to hear your pitiful lies ever again."

Sanemi gasped before quickly shaking his head. " Please! I'll change.... I'll change for you. Just please don't leave me..." His voice was barely above a whisper after the first sentence as his hands started to shake. Despite the sword directed right there with just a thrust it'll plunge into his throat killing him painfully, he only cared about her answer.

He was shocked when he was pushed aside from the female as she walked away. Sanemi smiled. 'She didn't refuse...so it must be that she's willing to give me a second chance!" Oh but that wasn't easy.

Oh no. Every single thing he did for her .Ade her want to cry at the find memories she has with him. However ber treatment to him never changed. She called him by his last name, requested that they don't interact much and many more.

She wanted to look like she hated him with every fiber of her her being...but if that's the case, why does she still feel the butterflies forming in her stomach when he cooks her her favorite meal? Why does she smile so fondly after seeing him asleep next to her bed on a chair? She didn't know that answer for those to questions at all. And she hated it. She hated herself for having such a terrible resolve. She hated that she couldn't hate him. She hated that she was still so hopelessly in love with the hashira who played with her hearts for years now.

But time passes by. The wind Hashira was holding onto name's arm as they get ready for battle. " I know that I haven't completely proven myself....but if we both live....please allow me to cherish every moment of time you have to spend with me. I just want you back..." He muttered the last part to himself watching the demon girl blink before sighing.

Why was her resolve so weak when it came to him? She just didn't understand. However she accepted. " You better come back alive then Sanemi."

Sanemi smiled happily, such a bright and loving smile as he got ready, ready to kick some demon king ass that it. Along with his subordinates. A piece of cake.

It was not a piece of cake. He stared into Name's dulling eyes as he felt a hand softly grab his cheeks rubbing it with her thumb. " I'm.... S-Sorry I-I.... couldn't k-ke-ep my promise." Sanemi felt his heart breaking. He felt so entirely sick.

" No no....Y/n please don't die! Don't leave me......" He held Y/n's body closely to his own as he felt her breathing start to shorten. She Chuckles bitterly.

" I'm sorry Sanemi... just know that with all my heart...I love you. I love you with every fiber of my being........ you're my e-ev-very-" before she could even finish her sentence, she coughed out blood. She tightly grilled Sanemi's clothes as the pain of being injured starting to take it's toll. As her eyes closed she could heard the constant begging and tear drops falling onto her face. Oh how heartbroken she felt, and watching him to be heartbroken as well, only caused her more pain.

" this is my fault..."

#shinaguzawa sanemi #sanemi x reader #angst #kny angst #kimetu no yaiba #demon slayer #x reader #character x reader #female reader #demon slayer x reader #fights #toxic relationships

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tellywoodtrash · 3 years

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sorry for the radio silence........

.......... i'm still here; just barely alive coz i just got my first dose of the vaccine AND my period on the same day hahahahahahaha kill me.

i'm also not consuming any tellywood whatsoever coz i'm truly sick of the whole industry and everything it's churning out currently, and i guess mais aur @mukhtaleef ke saaaaaalon ki dua/tapasya/tantrik magic finally rang laayi coz that netflix login i mooched off of someone has got me watching allllllll the kdrama. (follow on the main @m0hinii if you wanna keep up with what i'm watching in that dept!)

will get to your asks but like.................. once i feel alive again. filhaal toh brain as empty as a tellywood character's, and i have zero thoughts and opinions other than "ow everything hurts." take care of yourself babies!

#status update

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polpoka · 3 years

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Neighbor Au

Characters- Kim Rok Soo, Alberu Crossman, Lee Soo Hyuk, Choi Jung Soo

Ratings- K+

Shippings- Kimrokberu

Type- (Fluff)

Part 3

Alberu turned around awkwardly to see the elder man, and spoke with a face flushed in red, “Say….Would it be alright if I stayed at your house for a while?”

Kim Rok Soo met his eyes, confuzzled at the sudden request, “Why? Don’t tell me you forgot your ke-” his voice faded out as he was scanning Alberu.

His neighbour had indeed forgotten them.

He heard Alberu nervously chuckle and shrug, “I’m sorry, but at least now I can see the cats.”

Kim Rok Soo sighed, before opening his own door and motioning the other to come inside, which Alberu graciously obliged.

Alberu blinked trying to process what his eyes were busily examining everything in the room.

It looked modern from the large white lace on the plain ash coloured walls in the room that was adorned by plosh white furniture. A black table in front of the couch, beneath which Alberu could see a furry rug which looked like it had been taken extra care for, to the remaining empty looking hall.The only splash of any vibrant color that Alberu could see was a vibrant shade of pink on a photo frame.

He walked over to the French window, as if in a trance and opened it up to see an overhead view of the park that they had just left. It indeed looked pretty. The greenery made him feel at peace. It was serene and he could feel the brisk wind blow past him, which prompted him to ask rather unknowingly,

“Have you ever had tea here? It seems like a perfect place to do so, it seems so-” ‘free.’ He dare not say the last word out loud. It was to forever remain in his thoughts.

“Tea?” Kim Rok Soo confirmed, trying to register the strange words he'd just heard.

“Yes,” Alberu took a deep breath whilst inhaling the fresh air of the morning. It was still before 8:30, and he had time to relax, he looked back at Kim Rok Soo,

“Tea. Don’t you drink it?”

Alberu compared the apartment to his own green and plant-filled room, his chamomile plants, his bedside aloe vera, not to mention the hibiscus and the sleep inducing lavender, which never seems to work, seeing as to how he keeps waking up too early. He remembered how all his plants were scattered around his numerous balconies.

The difference was striking but Alberu gladly welcomed it. He also observed that the tiled off-white floor underneath his feet was as clean as a mirror. The room was mostly devoid of colour if Alberu avoided the two small shapes resting on the white sofa with plush black cushions and a small ....pink frame with a picture on a desk. Alberu didn’t pay much attention to the photo, he just assumed that they were people that were dear to this person.

Kim Rok Soo had no expression on his face.

“I do. Somewhat. I mostly drink coffee,” Alberu thought to himself at that moment and chuckled out loud, ‘This person’s personality really matches his house. Devoid of any emotion unless it’s important to him.’

“So…you’re allowing me to stay here until?” The young man asked.

“Until the spare key comes over,” Kim Rok Soo’s bass-like voice replied.

As Alberu looked over to him, Alberu’s hair was swaying so wildly Kim Rok Soo’s eyes couldn’t tear away from the dazzling brunette no matter how hard he tried. He remembered this feeling, but where?

Alberu smiled warmly, but it was a phony; Kim Rok Soo could tell, “Tell me hyung, are you always this defenseless? you're allowing me to stay here, and when you're not even going to be here at that.”

Kim Rok Soo scoffed and looked amused at the question, “You’re special.”

The younger one grinned at the expected response, this smile was genuine.

Looking at the blinding sun that reflected the darker man’s skin brilliantly. Kim Rok Soo felt as if he had swallowed a honeycomb which hadn’t been processed and was still raw, containing actual bees. As if they were still alive in his stomach, giving him a buzzing, tingly and brambly feeling. It was a familiar feeling, something he hadn’t felt in a long time.

Was it this person? That was a plausible yet a ridiculous thought, he doesn’t even know this person. How can he miss him? Logically speaking, he didn’t even know who this person was and last night was the first time they had met each other. He possibly couldn’t feel that way at the second meeting itself.

He ignored the gnawing feeling of reminiscence, ruling out all the possibilities that seemed like the only answer, most of which would have been rather crucial for him to come to the correct conclusion.

“You should smile more often.” He remarked. Alberu asked, confusedly, “Pardon? Aren’t I always smiling?”

Kim Rok Soo’s face looked unimpressed at the false words, “You shouldn’t lie to someone older to you, unless you’re trying to con them. It’s easy to find out.”

Alberu flinched, a bit uncomfortable, his hand had moved from the railing and was now putting his loose hair behind his ears which seemingly hadn’t bothered him before, “How could you tell?”

Kim Rok Soo laughed silently, “It's because you and I are the same kind of people.”

Alberu smiled half-bitterly, “If I knew that earlier then I probably would not have talked to you.”

"Do you regret it? Getting up in the middle of the night, I mean." Kim Rok Soo questioned.

“I always do, but that night, surprisingly I didn't. Is it because I got to meet you?” he said, twirling the loose hair,”I'm pretty sure not, I think it's because of the …” he paused for a bit, scanning the room for excuses, his eyes eventually landed on the small cats and he exclaimed, “Cats! Yes, cats!”

“Yep.Yep, definitely cats.” Alberu said, clearly panicking, “Nothing else.”

It was a terrible excuse but still, it was better than spilling out the current feelings of nostalgia and yearning that were running rampant in his mind.

“Cats?” The other repeated,

Kim Rok Soo hummed disbelievingly, before sighing, ‘I guess he doesn’t want to tell me.’ He changed the topic, “So your secretary will be coming to give you the keys. What was his name again?”

“Taerang.”

Kim Rok Soo checked his watch and blinked in surprise at the time. He was going to be earlier than he intended. “I'm going to get ready. You can make yourself at home.”

Alberu nodded, as a response.

He walked towards the coat rack right in front of the door he entered and removed his jacket, the sleeves slipping gently down his arms like silk touched a pane of glass. Kim Rok Soo couldn't help but be captivated by the sight of the dark man, his eyes remained fixed on the other.

Alberu could feel Kim Rok Soo's gaze, it was something Alberu could easily notice…..well in this case anyone would. It was rather obvious.

Alberu felt a bit uncomfortable, and turned his head towards the cause of his discomfort and cleared his throat, to snap the other man out from the trance he seemingly was in.

Kim Rok Soo’s eyes lazily moved from Alberu's arms to his face, completely calm, and only then did his lips part,

“Yes?”

Alberu’s visibly wrinkled forehead was quite visible as he spoke, “Your hands have stopped moving. Weren't you busy?”

‘Ah.’

Kim Rok Soo smiled politely, “I’m sorry if I bothered you. I'll get going now.”

He walked over to a room adjacent to the balcony, and locked the door.

“Really. What a strange man” Alberu muttered, before numerously trying to tug at the suddenly clingy jacket a few times. Now a bit tired at the vainless attempts, he pulled on it harder, this time, completely pulling the jacket off himself. He huffed at his victory and hung the jacket on the rack, his hot pink shaded turtleneck sweater now soaked with beads of sweat. He walked over to the nearest sofa and collapsed on it. ‘Haa….’

He blinked and stared at the ceiling, thinking about all the incidents that had led up to this one.

He sighed, ‘I shouldn’t have forgotten my keys.’

Alberu’s eyes still remained locked on the ceiling, unmovingly. He murmured a barely audible tune, that was until he heard the locked door open. As soon as he heard the sound, his eyes darted to meet the other’s, like a moth to a tube light.

It took him a moment to swallow the other’s outfit. His hyung was rather….stylish. Unexpectedly so.

It was a two piece suit, his hair was sloppily slicked back which made Alberu actually think that Kim Rok Soo was his age.

The jacket was like midnight, and his bow tie was the same magnificent shade. His stoic and calm face painted the picture rather well. On his back, Alberu could see a case hanging on back, also darker than the night itself.

“You look rather dashing. Didn’t know you could look like that.” Alberu said, making a passing remark, to hide his real thoughts.

Kim Rok Soo ignored the jab and eyed him carefully, he liked the way Alberu looked right now, he looked unbelievably pretty,

Kim Rok Soo said nothing except, “You don’t look too bad yourself.”

“Mmm?” The object of Kim Rok Soo’s gaze hummed as his eyebrows began to scrunch up,

“Why’re you staring?”

“Thanks, I guess,” Alberusaid, confused at the sudden compliment. He hadn’t expected this man to care about social cues.

On closer inspection Alberu saw that Kim Rok Soo’s hair wasn’t in place, and him being the utter clean freak he was, he had to go and fix it. He walked towards the taller man, a bit annoyed. His hands were now on the older man’s hair and his arms extended over Kim Rok Soo’s shoulder, “That is not how gel works, hyung” He murmured, fixing the two strands of hair, to see it perfectly in place.

Kim Rok Soo maintained a cool face, despite the inward panic he was facing right now.

He closed his eyes and let the younger man finish what he had begun. Alberu was too focused to notice the little or no proximity between his and Kim Rok Soo’s face. After he was done, he smiled, satisfied at his accomplishment.

“Are you done?” Kim Rok said, after realizing that he no longer felt the cool touch of the calloused hands on his scalp.

Alberu nodded, “Looks better.”

Alberu looked down and also noticed that Kim Rok Soo’s bowtie was crooked. He hadn’t noticed that from a distance, but now that he was closer, he clicked his tongue, “Up.”

“Up?” Kim Rok Soo asked before Alberu sighed and tapped the bowtie, “It’s crooked, so, look up. I need to fix it.”

‘Ah.’ Kim Rok Soo quietly moved his head up and the younger man gently but efficiently tied the bow.

It was as if time had stopped at that moment. ‘He’s quite good at it. Probably used to it.’ Kim Rok Soo’s thoughts started to drift about his performance today.

It was at the wedding of his subordinates, Kim Min Ah and Bae Puh Rum. The couple that were the ones to have a trident as their soulmate symbol. In all honesty, Kim Rok Soo thought that they made a cute couple. They complimented each other’s personality. He ended up losing himself in his thoughts, and didn’t register the feeling that his tie had already been fixed until Alberu lightly tapped his chest and spoke in a harsher tone, “Did you not hear me? It’s done.”

Kim Rok Soo shifted his head, and blinked. Alberu thought it looked like an owl waking up after fourteen hours.

“Thank you.”

Alberu could hear the sloth-like tone, and immediately giggled. He had heard that tone several times, he just didn’t know where. “I guess no matter how much you dress a person up, they’ll always act the same.”

Kim Rok Soo’s eyebrows formed a slight frown, “What do you mean by that? Would you rather I act differently?”

“No, I’d prefer the you right now.” Alberu’s hand unknowingly went to touch Kim Rok Soo’s face, before Alberu himself understood where it was going, he had no idea where it reached until the darker hand entered his field of vision. ‘Ah,’ he awkwardly reeled it back, as he stuttered, “I-I’m sorry. I have no idea what came over me.” Alberu sighed, ‘Why was this even happening? I swear to god.’

Kim Rok Soo just nodded at the some and moved towards the door,

“I’ll head out now. Here are the keys.” He said, throwing the keys across the room, directly into the very surprised Alberu’s hands.

“Keep them.You can return them later.”

Alberu scoffed, quite fed up with Kim Rok Soo’s haughtiness,

“What makes you so sure that we’re gonna meet after this?”

Kim Rok Soo quietly spoke, “Well, you did tell me that you were going to call me hyung, and I didn’t pin you to be the kind to call just anyone hyung.”

Kim Rok Soo could see Alberu’s cheeks light up as he clamped his near open mouth shut.

Kim Rok Soo softly smiled, “Do remember to make yourself at home.”

Alberu nodded his head, as he walked towards the door, and bowed,

“Thank you for helping me.” It was against Alberu’s principles to not express gratitude to someone who helps him, especially without any ill intentions.

Kim Rok Soo didn’t know what to do as a response, he simply didn’t want to feel responsible for a frozen neighbour. That’s all.

He wondered how to get himself out of this quagmire, so he simply gave an excuse, while awkwardly turning and rubbing the back of his neck,

“I just didn’t want to see a person I just helped freeze. That would be a terrible premonition, would it not?”

Alberu couldn’t help but laugh at the excuse. It was so stupid, yet hilarious.

“Pfft-”

Kim Rok Soo turned his head to see a now straight standing Alberu laughing at his excuse.

He gasped for his breath, “Premonition…” he tried to say, struggling to contain his laughter,

“You really don’t seem like a…pfft-”

‘It was like a never-ending spiral’ thought Kim Rok Soo,

“Superstitious haha-” he cracked up again,

Kim Rok Soo could not understand why the other person was laughing,

“Person,” he said in a higher pitch than usual, “I’m sorry. It’s just too-,” he wheezed, trying to stop himself, utterly failing, though. “-funny.” He moved one of his hands to cover his face. “You might want to head out, I’m really sorry, but this is a bit pfft- too too funny.” Kim Rok Soo nodded his head before turning it away, before once more being interrupted by the younger man,

“See you later then, hyung.”

Kim Rok Soo couldn’t get mad at that face. He sighed, “See you later.”

Alberu smiled contentedly at the expected reaction.

***

“Why isn’t he here yet?” Alberu said out loud, his thoughts momentarily escaping his mind, filling the empty room. His hands were lightly caressing the two baby cats who purred, enjoying the affection.

An hour had passed, and Taerang still hadn’t arrived. This made Alberu have the need to drink water in the morning after eating something spicy.

‘I’m thirsty. Where’s Taerang? He usually isn’t this late. I can’t just use a random cup. What if it’s his favourite and he doesn’t want people touching it. Wait, does he even have a favourite cup? He sure as hell looks like the person that would.’ with all these thoughts and the overwhelming thirst, Alberu’s brain collectively drew one decision, ‘Wait, couldn’t I just not tell him? And he did say that I could treat this like home so, don’t mind if I do.’

He picked himself up from the couch that was kept in front of the table, his slouched position switching to a more animated one.

He walked over to the kitchen to see that it was rather large, neatly arranged and sparkling. Not a single sign of greasiness, and not to forget, he could see everything, from the first traditional chef’s knife to the last peeling knife, plastered on the white wall with black columns. The shelves were all flanked towards the left side of the large space, the middle remaining clear and spacious.

He opened the fridge to see a jug of water sitting on the first cell. He took it out, and walked over to the counter and placed it on the plane surface, before scuttling around to find the mugs. His eyes landed on the shelf on his right which contained several rows of cups and glasses.

Alberu picked the white mug, since he thought that Kim Rok Soo would be the least angry if he chose it. Little did he know that the white mug in particular was Kim Rok Soo’s favourite.

He set the mug down right next to the jug and began to pour the water into the mentioned mug.

After he was done, he put the jug in the fridge, exactly where he had placed it and walked out of the kitchen along with the cup.

He sighed as he took a seat again on the sofa.

He slowly tried to structure his thoughts on this person,

‘Was it simply nostalgia or something more than that? And if it’s not as simple as me missing something, then how deep w? How deep were the feelings I felt?’

As he sat down with his emotions and reasonings for those particular emotions, he took a sip of the cool liquid.

Unlucky for him, he didn’t expect that one of those cats would move, since in the entire hour he was there they hadn’t and so, quite unstratergically, the red cat jumped over him, propelling itself onto his chest where he had carefully positioned the glass of water leading the mug to spill over him.

He cursed and screamed at the freezing touch of the liquid inwardly, “Really?” he asked, turning to the cat, who had nestled itself on his chest, despite not expecting an answer, it would have been nice if the cat gave him the reason for this unsuspected pounce.

He received a cute ‘mew’ as a response which made him a teensy bit lenient towards the cat and ended his annoyance with just a warning and the kitten being put down.

He sighed as he searched for a bathroom and consecutively found one, he began his search to find a mirror to check the parts which had been soaked. It was easy to do so, since the mirror was quite visible, he walked over and used to see his reflection. In it, he could mainly see a smudge all over his turtleneck, it looked like the water had gotten everywhere. No wonder, he could feel the cold temperature of the liquid grip the entirety of his skin.

He pulled over the turtleneck slightly over his abdomen to take a closer look, but as he saw something else caught his attention, and needless to say, it was not a smudge. More like a symbol.

‘Huh? What’s this-’

***

On Kim Rok Soo’s end, the arrangement had gone quite well. The other members had also played their part splendidly.

He felt a pat on his shoulder, which made him turn around to meet the eyes of the conductor, or as he was better known to him, his hyung.

“Oh Rok Soo-ya, you did well, today.”

Kim Rok Soo sighed, and as soon as he did, he felt another pat, this one on his head,

“Rok Soo-ya, today you were going rather fast. Did something happen?” Kim Rok Soo spoke clearly, “Nothing out of the ordinary.”

Choi Jung Soo, being the closest to his age amongst the three, could easily tell what was going on inside his dongsaeng’s tiny little and prone to overthinking brain, he sighed, his eyes that were fixed on Kim Rok Soo’s face, were now filled with mischief,

“Oh ho~ Doesn’t really seem like anything. Did you perhaps,” he gasped and whispered the remaining words, “-finally find your soulmate?”

Kim Rok Soo was rather confused and surprised at how Choi Jung Soo reached that conclusion, but before he could say anything else his other hyung joined in on the fun. “Oh~ Is that so, dongsaeng? Details, details. Don’t be shy.”

“What-”

“Shush, Rok Soo-ya. We need to hear everything about this.”

Kim Rok Soo could barely get a word in before the two began to drag him to a restaurant.

“Wait-”

As they got a table, Kim Rok Soo had only one opinion of this fiasco, which was that he didn’t like this. He didn’t like this one bit. The two sat in front of the other.

“This feels like an interrogation.” Kim Rok Soo said, still stoic.

“As it should,” said Choi Jung Soo before ordering a whiskey for Kim Rok Soo, a beer for himself and an orange juice for Lee Soo Hyuk instead of the beer the man usually drank.

“Wait, shouldn’t I be allowed to drink the most easily here?” Lee Soo Hyuk asked, surprised at the clear injustice when he’s the eldest and the hyung here.

Choi Jung Soo eloquently countered his argument,

“Well, we obviously need Kim Rok Soo to be drunk and excluding Kim Rok Soo, you are the only one who knows how to drive, so you have to be sober.”

Lee Soo Hyuk grumbled something along the lines of, “How unfair.”

Kim Rok Soo, who was the witness to this short exchange had just one thought in his mind,

‘When did I ever say I was getting drunk though?’

“So,” Lee Soo Hyuk started as he turned to Kim Rok Soo, “Who is this mysterious soulmate of yours?”

Kim Rok Soo sighed,

“First of all, he isn’t-”

Choi Jung Soo gasped, “A man. My my, Rok Soo-ya. How cute.”

“Listen to me-”

Lee Soo Hyuk asked very intrigued by this unknown person, completely pushing aside Kim Rok Soo’s stance,

“What does he look like?”

Kim Rok Soo opened his mouth to refute the fact and state that his neighbour couldn’t possibly be his soulmate. Though, he was rather charming. It simply couldn’t be possible.Though, it was clearly visible that his disagreements were most probably going to be discarded or thrown away. So he simply gave up defending his case, and described his neighbour,

“He has bronze skin-”

Before he could finish he was cut off by his two energetic hyungs who couldn’t wait for him to finish his sentence.

“Bro-bronze skin! Does it look pretty!?”

“Ye-”

‘I know right,’ thought Kim Rok Soo, but refused to share his opinion with the two.

Before he was going to speak, the waiter arrived with their respective beverages and Choi Jung Soo handed one over to Kim Rok Soo and the youngest obliged, taking the glass mug off the other’s hands, before pressing it on his lips and guzzling it down.

He kept it down and spoke, his voice a bit hoarse after drinking so much in a gulp,

“He also has the cutest fashion sense.”

“Oooooh,” Choi Jung Soo wooed.

Lee Soo Hyuk took a sip of his orange juice and asked,

“What’s his name?”

Kim Rok Soo didn’t hesitate to say his neighbor's name. After all, that wouldn't be important, would it?

“Alberu Crossman.”

Lee Soo Hyuk’s reaction was maybe not the best.

He spat out the orange juice which then resulted in the volatile liquid planting itself onto Kim Rok Soo’s face quite unsophisticatedly.

“Wha-” Choi Jung Soo had a similar reaction to Lee Soo Hyuk but luckily, it did not end up with Kim Rok Soo being soaked in both alcohol and orange juice.

Kim Rok Soo distinctly remembers the citrus juice burning his eyes as he had promptly excused himself to tactfully retreat to the washroom to wash his face, hair and possibly dab some water on his now utterly soaked suit.

As he splashed the water on his eyes, feeling some relief, it wasn’t much but still it was much better. He poured some of the water that was violently gushing down the tap on his hair to remove any traces of the liquid from there too. He sighed as he removed the blazer from his shoulders, which quite persistently stuck itself to his shoulders. The substance was sticky and rather difficult to remove. He pulled it down hard, resulting in it finally getting out. He looked in the mirror to see the places that had spots created by the orange juice. But instead of him catching any of that, a single thing caught his attention, an undeniably weird symbol right underneath his chest caught his attention. He frowned as he unbuttoned the dress shirt, revealing a symbol of a small sun encompassed in a bigger moon.

His mind was going wild, but only one thought solidified in his head,

‘I guess hyung was right. I really do have a soulmate now.’

#tcf #trash of the count's family #kim rok soo #lee soo hyuk #choi jung soo #this hurt #i love you bonbon but this no-#4k words agh hurt #alberu crossman #caleberu #kimrokberu

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howlingday · 3 years

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Blake: Oh, this doesn't look good.

Weiss: It's hopeless! Truly, utterly hopeless!

Yang: You're telling me! (Throws her controller down) I'm losing to a dog!

Zwei: (Barks happily)

Weiss: That blonde buffoon is out there playing hero during a Grimm raid, and we're stuck here waiting for survivors.

Blake: True, but we better not upset Ruby. She's worried enough already.

Yang: Ah, she'll be fine! Rubes is a tough kid!

Blake: Sh! Here she comes! Remember, keep calm.

Weiss: Of course.

Yang: Easy-peasy!

Blake: Like a statue.

Ruby: (Walks in) Any news? Has Jaune come back yet?

Blake: (Shakes, then cracks) Ruby! He's a lost cause! You know how his heroic nature always gets the better of him! He could be getting torn apart by Nevermores, or skewered by a Deathstalker! (Sobs into Ruby's shoulder)

Weiss: ...Like a statue, huh?

Ruby: She's right, though. Jaune's out there risking his life with his team, and we can't even provide backup.

Yang: (Picks up her controller) Relax! He'll be fine! (Picks a knight character, Selects Giant Shield item) If I know Jaune, he'll be able save that town and get them back here without losing even half his aura.

Ruby: You really think so?

Yang: Of course! (Pulls out a piece of gum and chews it) Jaune'll get everyone to run this way, and when all those Grimm have moved on, he'll be right at your front door with flowers and a cheesy pick-up line.

Ruby: What makes you so sure?

Weiss: (Rolls her eyes) Because he likes you, you dolt. I mean, out of the four of us, you are the cute one.

Yang: (Six pieces of gum in her mouth) I thought you were the cute one?

Weiss: No, I'm the elegant one, Blake is the beautiful one, and you're the stupid, disgusting slob with the big mouth!

Yang: (Blows a huge bubble, Pops it) What exactly are you trying to say?

Weiss: (Places a hand on Ruby's shoulder) Trust me, Ruby. He'll be back to you in no time.

Yang: You got that socially awkward charm you both share!

Blake: And tall girls aren't exactly his type.

Yang: And girls like us are everywhere in Remnant. But you? (Tousles her hair, Wraps her arm around her shoulder) You're a one of a kind! Look...

Vale, the Continent of Lovers is glowing this evening.

(Shrugs) True, that's because it's on fire, but still, there's l'amour!

(Waves her arm outward) Somewhere out there, in the fight, his heart is also alight,

(Pokes Ruby's chest) And I know the gal he just might be burning for!

(Spins Ruby around) A girl like you, he's never known, kid!

(Holds up her scroll, Shows photos of girls from Beacon) A girl like you, a guy does not meet every day!

(Takes a picture with her scroll) You've got a look that's all your own, kid!

(Looks at her picture) Couldn't there be two?

(Cocks an eyebrow) Like you?

(WBY wave their arms) No way!

(Leans against a support beam) Those other girls that he could lean on,

(Hides behind the beam, Alternates poking her head from behind on both sides) All act the same, no matter how tall they get!

(Ruby investigates) You're a surprise on every level!

(Lifts Ruby) Sweet Oum, above,

(Spins with Ruby in her arms) He's gotta love a girl like you!

(Hands Ruby a Lien card) A girl like you gets extra credit!

Because it's true, you have a (Struggles to find the words) certain social rank!

(Fist pumps) You're flawless, kid!

(Shows photo from their restaurant date) You talk a few, and he won't forget it!

(Pops up) It's something new!

(Nods) That's true!

For sure!

(Summons her knight) We all have seen, those ill and fraudulent!

(Ties a bow around the knight's pommel) But we all know that the real beauty comes from inside!

(Sitting on the knight's shoulder) And because you're caped and so good-hearted!

No question of!

He's gotta love a girl like you!

(Carries a feather boa) Call me a hopeless romantic, (Caresses Ruby's cheek) but Ruby, I feel it!

(Ballroom dances with Ruby) He loves you so, at any moment, (Spins Ruby towards a door) he'll come through that door!

(Kicks through the door, Hair in a ponytail and holding a tray like a shield) FOR!

A girl so swell!

A girl like you!

With all the joy you bring to him!

Ooh, I can tell!

It's like he fell!

FOR YOU KNOW WHO!

You're not just a Belle!

You're a Belle-ringer!

And he wants ooh-la-la!

And he wants you-la-la!

He will discover why, you're just right for the guy!

Who wouldn't love a girl like you?

You've got a lot to-

He better not do-

But we know he loves a girl like you!

???: Miss Huntress! Come quickly! There're more survivors, and they brought an injured Huntsman!

Ruby: Oh no!

Jaune is brought in bleeding and barely conscious. Ruby tells everyone to make room and help Jaune to a bed to be treated. Yang asks Nora and Ren about what happened, and learns they rescued the last of the survivors, but Jaune almost died killing an Alpha Beowolf. Weiss and Blake help Ruby treat his wounds. A few hours after he's rested.

Jaune: Where-?

Ruby: Shshshsh! It's okay. You got into a tough fight.

Jaune: Did I win?

Ruby: (Chuckles) You're alive.

Jaune: And the others?

Ruby: (Pours water into a bowl) Also alive, and safe, thanks to you.

Jaune: ...So I did win.

Ruby: Yes, you won. You won the prize for saving innocent people by either being the bravest Huntsman, or the craziest.

Jaune: Last I checked, we're ex-Huntsmen and -Huntresses.

Ruby: (Rolls her eyes) Whatever. Can you sit up?

Jaune: A little.

Ruby: Here, let me help you. (Helps lift Jaune's torso, holds a bowl of water) Here, drink this.

Jaune: (Sloppily drinks entire bowl, Sighs heavily) How'd I do?

Ruby: (Smiles) Terrible; you got more on you than in you.

Jaune: (Chuckles) Nuh-uh, I drank it all!

Ruby: No, you didn't. (Points to his stomach) You got some here, (Points to his chest) here, (Points to his neck) under here, (Notices she's close to his face, closes in) and... (Kisses Jaune for a few seconds, Breaks away) here.

#rwby #weiss schnee #blake belladonna #yang xiao long #ruby rose #jaune arc #lancaster #zwei #the hunchback of notre dame #a guy like you

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jackoneillistheman · 3 years

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Drunk and inspired

Just listened to the newest Jake Scott song on YouTube (Meet My Shadow), and this happened....

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Luke sat alone in the studio, Alex and Reggie were off doing other things. He thought Alex had mumbled something about meeting Willie, and Reggie had said he was going to go hang out with Ray.

Luke didn’t mind at all though. He thrived on chunks of quiet time when he could just write whatever was in his head. Music gave him an emotional outlet that even his boys, his brothers, didn’t and couldn’t quite understand.

The left door of the studio creaked open, and he looked up in anticipation, only to mentally sigh in slight disappointment at the sight of Flynn. Luke loved Julie’s bestie, but he wanted to see Julie.

“Yo, Sleeveless? You here?” Flynn glanced around the studio with slightly judgmental eyes, “Julie had a hard day and she’s up in her room. I really don’t know if I approve of this crap, you’re dead and that’s not a healthy relationship, but she does want to see you. I actually think I hate this, except heartbreak could be inevitable with a living dude, and you seem to care more than I can argue with after those last performances.”

Luke played a sad, but questioning, riff on his guitar.

“Yeah, whatever. I’m assuming that’s you, so get your cute ghost butt up to her room and comfort her. The freaking Universe knows how this will ever work out, but, if you’re what she wants and needs I won’t stand in the way. Give me a sign you got this, please?”

He strummed an affirmative and determined chord, and she huffed a breath and left. Barely a second later he was poofing up to Julie’s bedroom.

“Jules?” Luke’s voice was soft, and it cracked a tiny bit at the end as he caught sight of her on her bed. Her face was buried in a pillow, knees drawn to her chest, and intermittent shudders wracked her body.

“Lu-ke?” his name was broken by a ragged breath, her tears only suppressed by the tiny sliver of control she was desperately holding onto.

He was there almost before she finished speaking, laying next to her and wrapping her close into his soothing embrace. It may have only been a few days since the Orpheum and her magical hug that saved him and the boys from Caleb’s stamp, but he couldn’t help but send thanks to any and all deities and higher powers that he could touch (feel) her now.

Julie burrowed into his chest like she was yearning deeply for the physical contact. Luke almost sobbed at how much he wished he could take on her pain so she wouldn’t have to feel it. He knew she kept her true grief close and behind walls, though. As much as he had managed to coax her into sharing, it wasn’t all of it.

“Jules? Can I sing my newest song to you so you can give me notes?” He had been thinking about it ever since Julie had brought ‘Unsaid Emily’ to his parents. He wasn’t mad about it, but there was more that the song didn’t capture that he felt she should know.

Julie nodded into the space of his chest near his collar bone, and he nervously gulped air in before softly singing.

“Midnight moon

Caught in a rush

Now there's you

And there's us

Toe the line

Hope it's enough

To stay alive

'Cause we just

Keep on swimming in the shallows

Running round in circles

Before we dive right in

I know we've been

Dancing in the light

But there's a darker side

Thinking that before we get too close

Baby you should meet my shadow

Voices in my head

Words I've never said

There's some things about me

You should know

Baby you should meet my shadow…”

She just listened with slowly steadier breaths, and when he finished she brokenly whispered, “Tell me.”

The bubble created around the two of them in the aftermath of stripping their walls down to let the other in was impenetrable through the night. Thankfully, Julie had made it through dinner, and Flynn had covered and convinced Ray she was going to bed early.

Neither could claim to know how long they would have each other, or where this road of feelings between them would lead. Just, in this one, single moment, this solitary night, they could open themselves up… and no one could take that away from them.

#jatp #drabble #might have been drinking #juke #fluff but angst?

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yacoka · 3 years

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AMOR FATI

──⊱ aut simul stabunt aut simul cadent

character(s) — akaashi keiji

pairing — akaashi keiji x reader

genre — angst

warning(s) — blood, death, war, mortal wounds

word count — 1700+

beta(s) — @/doughnuts-5ever

Your first meeting was in the midst of battle, the scent of death heavy as red mist sprayed through the air, the sounds of men fighting and dying all around you. You were two soldiers on opposing sides, powerless pawns destined to die for your countries in a senseless war that had waged for years.

You had entered the army with no hope, only the desperation of keeping your family fed. There was no other way to earn money, not in a war-ravaged country barely surviving the failing economy while the rich hid in their castles built on the bodies of slaves. Your weak arms, arms that had never carried a sword before, now swung it robotically. It was an extension of your body, and you had long numbed yourself from the guilt and horror of taking another’s life. You did what you had to, for your family.

It was the same every day. Fight an already lost battle, get injured, get sent back to recover. Pain wasn’t a foreigner anymore, and you learned to tune out the sharp pain into a dull ache. Until him. You felt the it as the sword sliced through his neck, the death blow sending you reeling as you felt his life gushing out with the blood that leaked from his throat.

Terror and shock filled your veins, jolting you from the numb haze clouding your mind. Your hands scrabbled at your untouched throat, coming away dirty, but still blood-free. How can there be no blood? How can that be when you could feel it trickling out of the phantom gash, filling your lungs with its sticky, thin heat. It just didn’t make sense, how did it, how did it, how did it-

Your eyes met his, and the questions died out as you watched the life leave his eyes. A hollow resignation that faded into a look of nothing, and it burned into you as you choked on his blood. That was the first time you died together, in fear, in confusion, in relief.

The darkness seemed endless, and the solidity of the nothingness beneath your feet was disorienting. Every step was so, so heavy, and yet so, so light. You screamed, you cried as you begged whatever power there was to free you from this silent hell. Didn’t you suffer enough? Hasn't life taken too much from you already? Could they not spare you this small mercy of moving on?

You awoke days, weeks later, screaming as you struggled past the dead bodies piled upon you. This was no mercy, you screamed at the heavens, tears streaking through dirt caked upon your face. The only response that came after was a sharp, biting rainstorm that drenched you to the bone, filling you with a chill that lingered long after the storm had stopped.

It was a miracle, they said. A God-given gift to win the war, they proclaimed as they shoved you back into your suffocating armor, stuck a sword in your hand and tossed you back onto the frontlines. Every cut, every slash, you felt them just as strongly as you did years ago, when you were nothing more than a mere novice on the battlefield. And you embraced it, the only thing grounding you from the unsettling emptiness that lay within you.

And so you swung your sword like a dutiful little soldier, cutting down enemies and stealing their lives from them, tucking the memory of the light draining from their eyes at the back of your mind. Brown eyes, black eyes, green eyes, blue-

Gunmetal blue that stared right back at you, shining brightly beneath the grime upon his face. Those unnerving eyes that stared right past your freezing walls and into the dark crevices of your mind. You never broke your gaze once, not even as your swords clashed and you gained new wounds. Even as he laid the killing strike that sent the both of you to your knees, your hands clutching the sword stuck cleanly into your chest.

“Your name,” you gasped, forcing yourself to stay a little longer, blood spilling from your wounds, painting the ornate handle red.

“Akaashi Keiji,” he choked out, his previously calm eyes now panicked. His hands clutched at his chest, broken nails leaving a frenzied trail of red.

“Th-that’s a be-beautiful name, Akaashi Ke-keiji.” A weak smile rested upon your pained face as the darkness claimed you, his name lingering upon your lips.

The third time you met was surprisingly not amidst battle, but in the neutral ground where both sides had called a ceasefire to recover their dead. You had been lifting the body of your fellow fallen soldier, his face mutilated to the point of unrecognizability when Akaashi snuck up behind you, bending down in the guise of inspecting another fallen body near you.

“I didn’t catch your name the last time,” his voice was low, steady despite the horrors laid around you.

There’s a slight pause as you hesitate. Was it safe to give your name when you now knew neither of you could die? What if he used it against you? A glance at the man crouching down beside you had your name slipping out before you could stop it. It was only fair that he knew yours. After all, you had his name too.

He stood then, grunting slightly as he hefted the body across his shoulders, tilting dangerously close to you. “Why does it keep happening?”

You knew exactly what he was referring to, but you didn’t have the answer to that question. How could you explain why you two would always die together, and come back alive once more, just to repeat the vicious cycle? This was a question no mere mortal had the answer to, and you left him there, with a single word.

“Fate.”

You had begun to lose count of the number of times you had died and come back to life, the vicious cycle becoming a mundane routine to you now. And as you performed yet another deadly dance with Akaashi, you picked up from your last conversation, having been cut short by your deaths.

“So what did you want to be, before you got dragged into this war?” You panted, darting back as his sword swiped through the air, narrowly missing your stomach.

“A writer,” he replied, bringing his shield up to block your attack. There’s a resounding clang as your sword crashes against it, and you grunt as you pull back from him.

“I could see it,” you hummed, before letting out a short gasp of pain as his shield knocks into your face. There would be some ugly bruising later on, you think mournfully. “Leave the face out of this, pretty boy.”

“Sorry,” he jumped to avoid the swing you take at his ankles. “What about you?”

There’s a pause in the conversation even as you continue to parry. You never really thought about your dreams before, and the saddening realization deflates you a little. “I don’t know.” You admitted. “I never had any dreams, and I was raised to be a soldier.” You lunged at him, successfully sticking your blade into a chink in his armor.

Your heart twinged as you watched his face screw up in pain, and you fell to the ground with him. The pain may have been mirrored onto your own body, but the sight of his dying hurt more than any mortal wound ever could.

“See-you-next-time-I-guess,” he wheezed out, a bloodied hand reaching out to caress your face with a gentleness you had not yet seen from him. Smiling sadly, you covered his hand with yours, returning the sentiment and faded back into the darkness, awaiting your next encounter.

Somehow, through all the gore and death that hung between you, you had fallen in love with him, and him with you. The first confession escaped through his dying breaths, and you didn’t get the chance to return it until the next duel with a glittering smile and the agonizing knowledge that you wouldn’t be able to hold him in your arms, nor kiss him. Nor live a normal life with him.

A year of killing and watching each other die had passed, but the ache in your chest only grew every time you watched his figure walk up to yours. Every step he took is heavy, and his shoulders are slumped, weighed down by the impending death.

“Why do we keep doing this?” You cried out, tears streaming down your face as you defended yourself.

“Because it’s the only way we’d get to see each other,” came his steady reply, even as his eyes brimmed with tears filled with love and anger and regret. These were tears he’d never let fall, for to do so would mean giving up the tiny shred of hope he had left.

“What if we ran away?” Your voice is filled with desperation, your swings losing their determination.”

Akaashi pressed his lips together tightly, eyes flickering away from yours for a second, almost as if he was considering the possibility. But the words that follow shatter your foolish hope. “They’d only catch us and force us back into this, you know that.”

“But I hate this! I hate having to kill the man I love, over and over again, watching the life drain out of you as we die for a war that will never be won.” It doesn’t matter that the soldiers around you could hear your traitorous proclamations. You’ve been through too much, died too many times to care anymore.

“We don’t have a choice!” He roared back. His hard gaze softened. “I don’t mind dying, for a second with you is worth a thousand deaths.”

With a yell of frustration, you let your guard down and his sword, one that you’ve grown accustomed to over time, ran straight through you.

“See you next time,” you grinned weakly at his horrified face, blood dribbling down your chin.

“You’re an idiot,” he snarled back, wrapping his hand around yours and squeezing tightly. “I’m supposed to take the hits, not you.”

You shook your head at him, and with shaking hands, you yanked him to you, pressing your lips tightly to his. If you were to live a life of death and misery, you deserved to have at least this. This small piece of mercy in a merciless world.

“I can’t always be the reason why we die.” You whispered against his lips.

“And I can’t bear watching you die.”

#akaashi keiji #akaashi x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu akaashi

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wonderlandleighleigh · 4 years

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Sand In Your Shoes

2 YEARS LATER

He lets himself have few pleasures these days.

Hiding from the Empire as a wanted man means that the comforts he knew on Coruscant at the Jedi Temple are, for the most part, long behind him.

Now, there is sand, and there is his little hut in the middle of nowhere.

And there is his very old caff maker.

Which is broken.

This will not stand.

A fresh cup of caf every other day is one of his few indulgences, and by the Force, Obi-Wan Kenobi will not be denied.

So Obi-Wan Kenobi packs up his caf maker, and hops on the bantha he’s been using to get around (he’s lost his left leg, and getting around is still difficult even with the mech replacement two years later), and rides into Mos Espa.

He’s heard some of the farmers talk about there being a little fixit shop on the far edge of town that does marvelous work, quickly and for reasonable prices.

That seems nice.

When he gets into Mos Espa, he leaves his bantha and heads slowly towards the edge of the city, and the little fixit shop with it's big window in front and dusty sign that reads "repairs."

When Obi-Wan steps in, he finds an incredibly tall woman in lightweight clothing, her long, dark hair swept up away from her face. She's clearly Hapan, though how she got all the way out here, Obi-Wan wouldn't know.

How anyone winds up on this giant sand trap of a planet…

Suddenly he misses rain. And snow. And Satine and Anakin and Ahsoka and everything all at once.

Amazing how the grief hits at inopportune times.

"Can I help you?" The woman asks, stepping away from the shelf of electronics she's organizing.

Obi-Wan shakes himself out of his thoughts. "Er...yes. Yes, please, I…" he fumbles around clumsily in his sack, pulling the caf maker out. "If there is any way to repair my caf maker…"

She nods and gives him a surprisingly kind grin. It looks out of place on her rough features, but it's welcome. "Of course, of course. My repair tech for today is running late, but should be here soon. Have a seat."

"Thank you," Obi-Wan nods gratefully, and carefully sits on one of the benches carved into the building, looking around.

“While we wait, I’ll start a ticket for you,” The Hapan woman says, stepping behind the counter and pulling out a beat-up old datapad. “Name?”

“Er...Ben,” he tells her. “Ben Kenobi.”

She nods and types it in. “Broken caf maker...I’m guessing this is a job you’d like done as soon as possible?”

Obi-Wan grins sheepishly. “Yes. Yes, please.” He takes a breath. “Is this your shop?”

“Mhm,” she tells him as she keeps typing into the datapad. “Been here about ten years now.”

“That’s quite a good run,” he comments.

“Well, we’re good at what we do around here,” she tells him. She huffs and checks the chrono on the wall. “Except, apparently, for timeliness.”

“Is your technician often late?” Obi-Wan asks conversationally.

“Ah, he’s got a two-year-old,” she waves a hand with a slightly annoyed grin. “Single dad. I try to be understanding about it.”

Obi-Wan nods. Padme’s twins would be around that age now. He hopes they’re at least doing alright. The last time he saw Padme, she was holding her newborn babies.

Anakin’s babies.

When he’d heard the transmission from Mandalore...that both Ahsoka and Anakin had died under Order 66, he had broken down into tears for his apprentices.

No.

His family.

Those days just before leaving Coruscant for the last time had been…

“Sorry I’m late! Li Sh’ka.”

It’s a deep, clear voice that rings through the shop. One Obi-Wan can’t believe he’s hearing.

“Finally!” the woman - Li Sh’ka, snaps with a chuckle. “Where have you been?”

“Luke had a blow-out,” the man says as he settles a little boy onto the counter. “We’ve been working on potty training but so far, he’s a little afraid of the toilet.”

Obi-Wan watches the man in wonder. He has deeply tanned skin, and short, blond hair. Tall, and blue-eyed.

One arm.

Scar bisecting one of his eyes.

Obi-Wan opens his mouth to speak but nothing comes out as the man continues not to notice him.

“Kids,” Li Sh’ka grunts joking. “I gotta make a run across town. In the meantime, we’ve gotta customer with a busted caf maker.” She grins at Obi-Wan. “You’re in good hands, Ben.”

He manages the slightest of nods, his eyes still trained on the new arrivals.

As Li Sh’ka leaves, the man snaps up the datapad as the little boy lays down on the counter.

“Hot,” he says.

“I know, buddy,” the man says as he reads over the information. “We’ll get some water after I’ve finished helping Ben Ke-”

He stops. His eyes slowly lift from the datapad to the bench, wide, disbelieving. “No...bi…”

Obi-Wan shakes as he gets to his feet, his mech leg feeling heavier than ever. He somehow manages to get words out, though he has no idea how. “You mean to tell me,” he croaks. “That you have been here the whole time?”

The man - who is absolutely Anakin Skywalker - just keeps staring.

“Hi,” the little boy says, sitting up. “Hi.”

Obi-Wan takes a deep, cleansing breath and wishes for about the sixth time that morning that he could reach into the Force and gather his calm. “Hello there,” he says, smiling at the little boy.

“Daddy says hi,” the little boy tells him solemnly.

Anakin drops the datapad and quickly hops over the counter, bum rushing Obi-Wan and flinging his arm around him, causing the older man to stumble backward.

“I knew you were alive,” Anakin sniffles against his shoulder. “I knew it.”

It takes Obi-Wan a long moment to return the embrace, his eyes still wide with shock. “My caf maker is broken,” he says in a horse tone.

Anakin gives a watery laugh and pulls away, patting the other man’s shoulder. “Hand it over.”

“Where is your other arm?” Obi-Wan asks as he hands it over.

“Around,” Anakin tells him, stepping back behind the counter. “Luke, this is your uncle Obi-”

“Ben,” Obi-Wan snaps. “I’m going by Ben now.”

Anakin nods slowly and sets the caf maker down on the counter. “Ben. Your Uncle Ben.”

Luke lights up and flings his little arms into the air. “Unca!”

Obi-Wan smiles sadly and strokes Luke’s shaggy hair. “Yes, I remember you. I was there when you were born. Little one.”

Anakin looks at him with such emotion. “I’m so glad,” he says quietly. “That one of us was there for Padme.”

Obi-Wan swallows. “We...we have so much to talk about.”

“We do,” Anakin nods as he gets to work, his hand shaking a little. “But I’ve got an entire day’s work to get through before we can. Where are you even living?”

“Past the Jundland Wastes.”

Anakin gives a low whistle. “That’s far.”

“Why? Where are you living?” Obi-Wan asks, looking concerned.

“The other end of Mos Espa.”

“Anakin!”

“I have a toddler,” he says. “I need to be near resources, and I know how to hide in crowds. I barely look like I used to anyway.”

“You could be staying on the Larrs farm,” Obi-Wan says.

“That’d go well,” Anakin grumbles as he keeps working. “Obi-Wan, really. I have this covered.”

“Yes, until the inquisitors get here,” Obi-Wan grumbles.

Anakin lifts an eyebrow at his old master. “And which one of us is still wearing his old Jedi robes?”

Obi-Wan’s mouth closes.

Anakin smiles widely. “I missed you, Master.”

Luke reaches out and tugs on Obi-Wan’s outer robes. “Blankie.”

“He’s been sleeping with mine as a blanket since he was a baby,” Anakin explains as he keeps working on the caf maker.

“Back!” Li Sh’ka calls as she steps back in. “How is the repair going?”

“Fine!” Anakin says quickly. “There’s just some sand where there shouldn’t be. A good clean-out..maybe replace one of the grinders. We should be good to go.”

“Good,” Li Sh’ka nods, grinning at Obi-Wan. “Parts and labor, that’ll be fifty credits.”

“A fair price,” Obi-Wan nods, fumbling with his pack again.

“Li Sh’ka, Ben is an old friend of mine,” Anakin tells her. “I had no idea he was in town until I looked up and saw him.”

“Oh yeah?” Li Sh’ka says, looking at Anakin. She then turns to Luke. “He a friend, bud?”

Luke, again, raises his arms in excitement. “Unca!”

She laughs and ruffles Luke’s hair. “Okay. Naberrie. You can knock five off the price for him.”

Obi-Wan gives his former apprentice a judgemental look, mouthing ‘Naberrie?’

“Maybe he can take Luke out for a walk while we’re working.”

“I’d...I’d rather not,” Anakin says. “I heard there’s some bounty hunters in town this week, and you know Luke. He says hi to everyone.”

Li Sh’ka nods, chuckling a little. “I suppose that’s true. We wouldn’t want him getting sold to the Hutts.”

“No,” Anakin says grimly. “No we wouldn’t.”

“No,” Luke repeats. “No no.”

Li Sh’ka nods. “You okay manning the fort? I’ve got a few more errands to run. I’ll bring back some lunch.”

“Sounds good,” Anakin nods. “We’ll be here.”

Once she leaves again, Obi-Wan gives him a pointed look. “Naberrie? Really? You don’t think that’s suspicious?”

“Me? you’re the one who didn’t even bother changing your last name,” Anakin hisses. “ Ben Kenobi? You don’t think that’s a little noticeable?”

He waves a dismissive hand. “Are there really bounty hunters in town?” Obi-Wan asks.

“We’re on Tatooine. There are always bounty hunters.”

Obi-Wan grins just a little, and watches Anakin as he pokes and prods at the caf maker. He feels both younger and older than he has in years. Watching Anakin tinker with some electronics just like old times...but with Anakin’s two-year-old son watching as well, it almost feels like a completely new experience.

He smiles anyway.

#Sand in Your Shoes #Anakin Skywalker #Obi-Wan Kenobi #Luke Skywalker #fic #au #baby Luke

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ghosttotheparty · 3 years

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while the world ends around us (make believe with me)

2. I just wanna go where I can get some space AO3

Lucas doesn't know what to do with himself.

He still hasn’t worked up the energy or motivation to unpack beyond what he needs, even after weeks of being in Antwerp. He’s barely even worked up the motivation to get out of bed.

He’s barely left the apartment, even after his two-week quarantine mostly in his room (during which he unpacked a few shirts and the white comforter that’s strewn across his mattress, which lies on the floor next to a window), despite his father’s demands that he get groceries. That was their first fight after Lucas moved in. Words had been thrown around the room. Lucas wishes he had thrown other things too. Anything that might just convince his father to send him back to Utrecht. Maybe some plates. Glass. But he figures that would probably just get his father’s belt lashed at him.

When his father finally surrendered to letting Lucas stay home, he told him to unpack. And then told him that he isn’t allowed to put anything on the walls. Not even with tape.

So Lucas has boxes and boxes filled with things he can do nothing with but look at. Photos he’d printed before moving specifically to put on his walls, that he now just thumbs through longingly, gazing at Kes and Jayden and Isa and Liv. He even has photos of Noah, whom he’d gotten closer to in the days before the move. Noah had given him a goodbye gift of a set of pencils accompanied with a wink and a hug later on that night. He’d told Lucas that he’d caught him doodling on a napkin at a get-together a few weeks before.

“You’re pretty good,” Noah had told him. “You could do it seriously.”

“I do,” Lucas had responded. “I just don’t show anyone.”

“Well maybe if you show more people, more people will get you new supplies.”

Lucas had just made a face and allowed him a “Maybe.”

The pencils are in the same box as all his sketchbooks, the ones he’s started filling with drawings and doodles, and the ones that are completely blank, bought before he moved just in case he wouldn’t be able to buy any after arriving. In the box, he also has watercolours and paints and an abundance of brushes, along with palette knives he’s never used. The box is on the floor next to his door. He moved it from the top of a stack of boxes after needing to find his lined notebooks for school. And his clothes.

Anyway.

The photos.

He remembers when they were taken. He heard a lot of laughter that day. He had taken some before Kes had snatched his phone (freshly cleared of storage just for the occasion), and taken more than Lucas had bothered to count. Pictures of Lucas and Isa, Isa by herself, Lucas and Liv, Lucas and Janna, Lucas and Engel, Lucas and Noah, Lucas and Jayden, Lucas and Ralph, before he had begun taking photos of them not posing. Photos of them eating, laughing, talking, hugging. Them all existing.

They were beautiful.

Lucas had told Kes he could be a photographer. Kes had said he’s never thought about it.

Then Lucas had taken his phone back and taken photos of Kes and the others until his storage ran out.

He printed each and every one of them.

He flips through them whenever he can, grinning and rolling his eyes at the photos of Jayden making a face and the photo of Noah flipping his middle finger to Kes with a flat face, smiling fondly at the photo of Liv and Isa hugging, Isa’s cheek squished against Liv’s, gazing longingly at the ones of them all together.

He sighs.

He supposes he feels lonely now. Of course, he’s still been talking to them, chatting and giggling at the stupid videos and memes they send, but he hasn’t seen or touched them since he moved. He thinks he misses that the most. Hugging, shaking hands, receiving cheek kisses from Isa and Janna and Ralph. Sitting on a sofa and immediately feeling someone’s leg press against his, or lay over his lap. Feeling someone’s head rest on his shoulder, someone’s fingers mess with his curls. He misses when Isa would stand too close while talking to him, close enough for him to wrap his arms around her waist and hold her close while she speaks. He misses when Kes’s thigh would press against his as they sat side-by-side, and when Jayden would greet him with a fist to his shoulder, or Ralph with a pinch on his cheek.

He hasn’t touched anyone since moving. He doesn’t think the accidental brushes against his father’s shoulders as he storms past count.

He misses it, more so sometimes than others. Sometimes he misses it so badly he aches, pulling a pillow to his chest, or wrapping his arms around his legs, trying to feel some sort of contact, some sort of pressure. Sometimes he wonders if he’ll forget what it feels like to touch other people. He, no one for that matter, doesn’t know when it’ll be completely safe to touch others, to hang out with them without covering their faces, to greet them with kisses on the cheek, the way Janna likes to. He doesn’t even know if he’ll have anyone he’ll want to do those things with.

He doubts he’ll find friends like Kes and Jayden, kind of doubts he’ll find friends full stop.

It’s not like he’s going to have the opportunity to get to know anyone at school, as they’re not even at school. And it’s not like he really wants to make friends, anyway. He’ll just leave Antwerp after high school, just have to say goodbye. The first chance he gets, he’s leaving on a train back to Utrecht. He’ll figure his life out from there.

But for now, this is what he has: a mattress on the floor. Blank walls. Towering cardboard boxes. A stash of cigarettes and weed hidden between his mattress and the wall. His skateboard propped up against a stack of boxes. His laptop sitting on top of a box, ready for when he finally starts school, which he’s dreading.

Just more things to do.

More chores.

Everything feels like a chore lately. If he thinks about it, everything’s felt like a chore for a while now. Instead of a to-do list, he has a fuck, I still have to do that list. It takes energy to roll out of bed. It takes commitment to wake up.

It’s gotten worse since he got to Antwerp. Maybe, he thinks, because it’s so much work to exist in the same place as his father, who blames him for every single thing the universe throws his way. But he also thinks it’s because there’s no one here to shake him out of it. Back home, he would get texts and texts from his friends, telling him to meet them at the skatepark, at a cafe, at some party. Giving him things to do.

Here, he still gets texts.

He answers them laying in bed.

He doesn’t know how to explain it.

It feels like something is missing. Like there’s an emptiness in him. It’s easier to ignore when he’s around other people, when he’s listening to loud music and talking and laughing, or scrolling endlessly on social media. It’s easier to pretend there’s something there, on that empty shelf in his chest.

Sometimes it’s sadness, he thinks. Especially since he moved. Sadness from missing home, missing people. But most of the time it’s just… nothing.

And he can’t really spend time with his friends, so he scrolls. Or draws or paints. But he hasn’t been making much art beyond sketches lately.

Part of him hopes he might make some friends when school starts, at least some people to chat with, or hang out with when it’s safe. But if he’s completely honest with himself, he’s not expecting to. He doesn’t even remember how he became friends with most of the friends he has. Kes and Isa had, for lack of a better word, adopted him when they were younger, had taken him under their wings and shown him the ropes of existence.

Which feel like they’re unravelling.

Lucas rolls over in bed, looking up at his laptop on the boxes, sighing. This is his life now. Boxes and the internet. The sound of his father tripping down the hall, grumbling to himself because Lucas isn’t there to scold. (This is just about the only instance Lucas can think of when he hears his father’s voice. The amount of words they’ve exchanged outside of their fights could usually be counted on two hands.) He’ll finally hear some voices that don’t belong to his father next week when he goes to class.

The thought of going back to school, even through video calls and online assignments, makes him itch. He’s picked his lips red and raw in the past few days, without Isa to swat his hands away from his face before he can start tasting blood. When he lets his mind wander, his leg starts to bounce. His mom would set her hand on his knee, making it stop, and chuckle while telling him he’s making her seasick. He doesn’t even realise he’s doing it.

He already has lots of emails from teachers; he checks every time he uses his laptop, but he hasn’t responded to any of them. They all sound the same.

This is new to all of us The school year looks very different this year Thank you all for doing your best! These are uncertain times This digital landscape is difficult to navigate This is a unique challenge This could be an opportunity for you

All monotonous, inspiring voices of people waiting.

He doesn’t know how the hell he’s supposed to respond to any of them.

He tries to think that is really is something everyone is experiencing. That This is new to all of us and We’re all doing what we can, but he feels like he’s in it alone. He knows even Kes and the others aren’t seeing each other in person, aren’t hugging and hanging out the way Lucas longs to, but at least they’re at home. Lucas is stuck in a box, and it feels like it’s closing around him.

He sighs again, shutting his eyes. It’s not quite dark yet, but he feels exhausted, even after doing nothing all day. He’ll probably wake up in a few hours anyway. And he’ll open his blinds, looking out at the city, just half-alive, just like him.

#this is shorter than id like but #baby boys not doing great #also warning rn this *is* going to be a sad fic #but! dont worry about either of them #you know i wouldnt hurt them #also take care of yourself pls #lucas would want you to #i love you #wtfoc #wtfock #skam #skam nl fic #vds #van der stoffels #van der stoffels fic #lucas vdh #lucas van der heijden #jens stoffels #while the world ends around us (make believe with me)

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