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bloatedandalone04 · 2 days
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Midnight Rain
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➪the one where bradley is the best boyfriend you could ever ask for, but even he can’t fully erase the bad memories of your last relationship.
Warnings: fluff, smut, angst, oral (f receiving), mentions/descriptions of bad past relationships, mentions of abuse, past abuse, toxic ex, trauma?, bad coping habits, arguments, crying, swearing
Word Count: 3.6k
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Bradley Bradshaw is the love of your life. 
While you had no plans of ever leaving him, you still knew that no other love you could ever have will live up to him. 
He completely flipped your world upside down and opened your eyes to everything you thought you knew about love. Well, turns out you knew nothing about it before. 
He showed you with every sentence, with every word and action that he loved you and cared so deeply for you, neither of you knew what to do with it. 
It was almost overwhelming. 
Almost. 
It was nearing ten in the morning, and you probably would have slept for even longer if it weren’t for the way Bradley was softly pressing kisses to the skin of your bare shoulder. 
The quiet moan you let out had him grinning and pulling you against him so your back was pressed to his chest, and his arms enclosed around you as he murmured, “Happy birthday, baby,” deeply next to your ear. 
His morning voice had you moaning again as you kept your eyes closed and reached a hand behind you to grab hold of his hair. You blindly guide him into a kiss that had him releasing a content hum before pulling away. “It’s just another day,” you mumble before burying your face back in your pillow. “Sleep with me for a bit longer.”
Really, you hadn’t been sleeping for long. He had kept you up well into the early hours of the morning in the best way he knew how to. So you couldn’t be blamed for wanting to stay in bed with him, but in a different way this time. 
Bradley laughed quietly and pushed your hair away from your neck so he could lean in and kiss along your skin. “Not a chance,” he muttered. “Today's my favorite holiday.”
You scoff but are powerless to stop the smile from taking over your face. “My birthday is not a holiday,”
But he just shuts you up with another kiss to your lips. This one was deeper than the last, and when Bradley rolled you onto your back, you opened your legs and allowed him to settle his body in between them. “It's the most important day of the year,” he said against your mouth. “The love of my life was born on this day, twenty nine years ago.”
You cover your face with your hands and groan. “Don’t remind me how old I am,”
Now it was Bradley’s turn to scoff. “Are you forgetting that I’m four and a half years older than you?” He asked and took both your wrists in one hand, pinning them above your head on the pillow. “Now, will you let me go down on you before taking you out for breakfast?” 
You blush and nod almost instantly, any and all ounces of sleep disappearing from your body. “Is this my birthday present?” You ask, already breathless from the way he keeps your hands pinned as he kisses his way down your body. 
“No,” he answered as he used his free hand to pull back the sheets that were covering your naked body. “Tell me, baby, are you sore from last night?”
He was referring to the way he fucked you for hours last night as if he hadn’t seen you in months, when in reality he’s been home from deployment for over two weeks now. 
Still, Bradley wasn’t a slacker in bed. He wasn’t satisfied until you were, and if that meant railing you until two in the morning, then that’s fine by him. 
“Just a bit,” you reply and bite down on your lip when he hums and leans in to gently run his tongue down your folds. Your body jolts when he does it again, and the small smirk he wore had you whining. “Feels good.”
Bradley made a noise of approval and began to circle your clit with the tip of his tongue. You bend your knees so your feet are planted on the bed at either side of his shoulders, and you push up against his hand. 
He lets go of your wrists and almost immediately your hands find home in his hair. “Tell me if it’s too much,” he practically begged, not wanting to ever push you past your limits and provide you with discomfort rather than pleasure. 
“Okay,” you breathe, knowing he would stop if you didn’t give him a verbal response, and you would probably cry if he did. 
Bradley was amazing at eating you out, and he left you craving more and more each time. The first time he did it, back on the third date, you were left clinging onto his bedsheets and crying out so all his neighbors could hear. You were embarrassed about it a while after, but Bradley was all over you for the rest of the night, successfully pushing your worries and insecurities aside. 
In fact, the last time you felt super insecure about yourself was about two years ago, just before your second date with him. He’s made you feel like the most important person in his life ever since then, so you had no reason to feel like you weren’t good enough around him.
“Oh, God,” you moaned when he worked you open with his fingers until you were taking them to the knuckle. He wraps his arms around your thighs and pulls you closer to his face and pretty much buries himself in you. 
He enjoyed this as much as you do, and that much was obvious with every stroke of his tongue as he got you off with his mouth and fingers. 
You were a panting mess when he pulled away and kissed you deeply, and were lightheaded when he tugged you off his bed and towards the bathroom, where he had you stay still as he washed your body in the shower. 
You were still reeling from the morning’s events when Bradley guided you into the Hard Deck later. Your fingers were loosely laced with his as both your friends and his wished you a happy birthday. 
Phoenix was staring at your necklace that Bradley had given you just before you arrived, and she teased him for branding you as his own with the simple ‘B’ that was attached to the chain, but you both knew that she was probably your biggest supporter. 
Nat had actually been the one to give him enough confidence to ask you out, and that was something she proudly held over his head since it worked out extremely well for him. 
As the night went on, you got a bit bored of the music coming from the jukebox, and Bradley took it upon himself to unplug it and sit down at the piano. He pulled you onto his lap and reached around you to begin playing the chords of your favorite song that turned into the birthday song towards the end. 
You blushed and turned to bury your face against his neck as he kissed your forehead, not used to the attention being solely on you for so long. 
Before Bradley came into your life, you were in a pretty rough place. You had just gotten out of a bad relationship a few months prior to meeting him, and you thought you would’ve needed at least a few years to move on from what you endured from your ex, but you were proven wrong. 
Bradley tried his best to make you forget about your pathetic excuse of an ex boyfriend, who laid his hands on you more than once in the three years you were with him. 
You felt stupid for staying with a man who very clearly didn’t love you, but back then you felt like it was as good as it was gonna get. 
Oh, how wrong you were. Bradley was very good at proving just how wrong you are about a lot of things regarding your ex. 
“Happy birthday,” Bradley said for the fifth time since waking you up. His lips were peppering kisses all along your skin as he pressed his body close to yours against the railing outside the Hard Deck. 
“Thank you,” came your breathy reply as his lips trailed all over your neck. “This is probably the best birthday I’ve had in a while. Well, this one and my last two, all thanks to you. You make everything better.”
Bradley pulled away with a smile and caressed your jaw with his fingers. “You make everything better, too, baby. I can’t remember who I was without you,” he confessed and leaned down to kiss the side of your head. “A prick, probably.”
You shake your head and jump up, the way he effortlessly caught you making you feel a bit light headed. You were sure you would never get over how strong he is. “You weren’t a prick, Bradley,” you say and kiss all over his face. “I know you weren’t. You’re far too kind and sweet and caring to be a prick.”
He grinned up at you and secured his arms around your middle as you cling onto his shoulders. “I think you’re the sweet one,” he mumbled and began walking towards the parking lot. “Let me take you home?”
You practically moaned at his question and nod, kissing him multiple times before pulling away. “Please, take me home,” 
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Tears burned your eyes as you used the key Bradley gave you to unlock his front door. 
You had the worst day possible at work, and it only got worse the more you thought about it. Everything that could’ve possibly gone wrong did, and you felt like you were on the verge of a full on breakdown. 
Swiping furiously at your eyes, you try to blink away the oncoming tears as you drop your key into your bag and set it down near the door. 
You just wanted Bradley. After a terrible fucking day, all you wanted was your sweet and far too caring for his own good boyfriend. 
And it seemed like you were getting him. “Baby?” He called out from the kitchen. “Is that you?”
You were a bit scared to try out your voice, since you spent the whole twenty minute drive here sobbing. “Yeah,” you weakly say back, cringing at your hoarse voice. 
A silence followed your response, and a few seconds go by before you hear Bradley’s footsteps near the doorway. “Baby?” He said again, and you squeeze your eyes shut as you keep your back turned to him. “What’s wrong?”
You bite down on your lip as you prepare yourself to allow your boyfriend to see you in this state. Turning to face him, you dig your nails into your palms and shrug, watching as his eyes widen and he tosses the dish towel he was using to dry his hands somewhere behind him. 
“Hey,” he rasped, taking one stride towards you and wrapping you up in his arms. “What’s wrong? What happened, baby?” 
“Bradley,” you cried as you pressed your face against his chest. “Today’s been terrible.” 
He cradled the back of your head with one hand while his other ran up and down your back. “Why?” He softly asked. “What happened?” 
Your body shook against his, unstoppable tears flowing down your scrunched up face. “Everything went wrong,” you sobbed, leaning into your boyfriend’s touch when he used his thumb to wipe away your tears. “Mandy forgot to get the presentation ready for today, and when it was time to go up and deliver it, I was the one who got blamed for it.”
Mandy was your slacking co-worker, and she’s made problems for you many times in the past. That was just one of the reasons Bradley strongly disliked her. 
That and the way she always flirts with him whenever he goes with you to your work parties, despite him arriving with you under his arm. 
“I had my things ready, I was prepared, and she completely threw me under the fucking bus,” you continued, finding a small bit of comfort in the way Bradley ran his hand up your back until it began massaging your shoulder. “I got screamed at in front of everybody, and she just laughed. She laughed, Bradley.”
He scoffed, “Yeah, well, I never liked her, so I’m not surprised,” he muttered. “And I’ve never liked your choice of work, you’re surrounded by fucking idiots there that take advantage of you.”
You stay quiet as you let him gently rock you back and forth, and already you are feeling better now that you are with him. 
“I’m sorry you had such a bad day, sweet girl,” he murmured, kissing the top of your head as your cries quieted down. “What can I do to make it better?”
You shake your head, placing your hands on his biceps and pressing yourself closer to him. “You’ve already done it, Bradley,” you whisper, closing your eyes as the weight of the day comes crashing down onto you. “Just being with you is enough.”
 Bradley kissed your head again and abandoned whatever task he was doing in the kitchen as he guided you towards his living room. “Let me take care of you,” he requested in a quiet voice, gesturing for you to sit down on the couch. “Do you want me to make you something?”
You shake your head and lay back on the pillows he had scattered on the couch, one of the few things he had around that made the house look lived in. “I just want you,” you pathetically answer, even though you knew he would never think you were that. “I want to lay with you.”
Bradley nodded and leaned down, caressing your jaw in both hands as he pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Okay,” he mumbled. “I gotta go turn the oven off, then I’ll come lay with you, okay? We can put a movie on or something.”
You nod in agreement, and he leaves the room, picking up the dish towel on the way back to the kitchen. He was back in under a minute, and then he was gently laying down on top of you, careful to not put too much of his body weight on you. 
Honestly, you wouldn’t care. You wanted him to crush you with his weight right now, you were so desperate to feel that he was with you at the moment. 
Bradley wraps his arms around you and presses his face against the side of your neck as he whispers, “I love you,” 
You bury your nose in his shirt, inhaling the intoxicating scent that only belonged to Bradley. “I love you, too,” you say back, leaning into the way he peppered kisses all along the skin of your neck. 
-
“I can’t believe you right now,” Bradley muttered as he threw his keys onto the table next to the front door. 
You stay silent as you hover near the still open door, your eyes guarded and your fingers picking at the skin around your nails. 
At your lack of response, Bradley turned to you with a huff, lifting his arms in a quick shrug. “Well? Are you going to say anything?”
You chew on your lip as you meet his eyes. “What do you want me to say?”
He lets out a humorless laugh as he pinches the bridge of his nose. “What do I want you to say? What do I want you to say,” he echoed, dropping his hand abruptly afterwards. “I want you to explain to me why I had to basically carry you out of that fucking restaurant because you couldn’t keep your mouth shut.”
Your smart remark dies on your tongue and you quickly look away as you feel the heat rush to your face. 
Bradley was beyond pissed at you right now, and you suppose he had the right to be, but you hated fighting with him. You always tried to avoid getting into arguments, because you were both stubborn and it didn’t make it easy to win said arguments, though you both tried to every time. 
“What? Got nothing to say now?” He mocked and shrugged off his jacket, leaving him in just a dark button up and his jeans. “You couldn’t stop talking when we were out, and now you can’t seem to give me a simple response.”
You huff and dig your nails deeper into your palms, and you watch as his eyes narrow at it. “I’m embarrassed, Bradley,” you mutter and he laughs.
“Yeah, well, that makes two of us,” he grunted and ran a hand through his hair, his gaze dropping back down to your hands as you pierce the top layer of your skin. “Okay, baby, stop that.”
You furrow your brows then realize he was talking about the way you were scratching up your palms, and you drop your hands with a loud sigh. “I can’t help it, Bradley,” you say, closing the door loudly behind you before turning back to him. “It’s how I cope with this kind of thing.”
Bradley’s eyes narrowed again and he placed his hands on his hips. “How you cope? No, that’s how you coped when you were with your piece of shit ex,” he nearly growled. “You cope with me by talking things through.”
“I’m embarrassed, Bradley, I don’t want to talk-”
“Well, tough!” He cut you off, making you shut up as he took a step towards you. “That’s what you and I do; we talk. I don’t yell at you or degrade you or get in your space and-”
He lifted his hand and you were powerless to stop the quiet cry that left your lips as you cowered away from him. Realistically, you knew he wasn’t going to hit you like your body reacted to, and when you looked over at him and saw the look of horror on his face, it just confirmed it.
Flashbacks to when your ex would hit you during heated arguments flicker through your head, and you feel your whole body tense up at the cruel reminder of who you had wasted too many years of your life with.
It was almost scary how quiet it had become. Your involuntary reaction had quite literally knocked the wind out of him and left him speechless for a few seconds before he regained his sense of voice. 
“Hit you,” he finished what he was going to say and you squeezed your eyes shut as you didn’t want to see the look of pure guilt he was giving you. “Baby, did you think…you thought…that I was-”
“No,” you instantly answer and shake your head. “I swear, I wasn’t thinking that. It’s just, I was…You were talking about it and I started thinking about it and I just…I had no control over that. I’m sorry. I know you would never.”
“I would never,” he echoed and you opened your eyes to see his pained expression. 
“I know,” you say quickly, walking over to him but keeping your hands to yourself. Bradley looked nervous and on edge and like he wanted to touch you but was holding off on doing so. You knew what kind of thoughts were probably running through his head, the comparisons and regret, and you wanted to put a stop to all of it. 
He was not your ex, and he was nowhere near being anything like him. You knew that, and he knew that, he just needed a reminder. 
“I know you would never hurt me,” you say and reach down to take his bigger hand in both of yours. You press his palm against your face and lean into his hesitant touch, looking up at him with a sad smile. “You’re not him, Bradley. You’re nothing like him. You’re everything, Bradley. I love you.”
“You’re everything,” he said back and your words must’ve been enough for him to feel like he could hold you right now as he took you into his arms and pressed you tight against his chest. “You’re everything to me, Y/n. I love you so much, baby. I promise, I’ll never hurt you, I’ll never do anything to make you feel like I ever could. I could never, sweet girl.”
You nod and wrap your arms around his middle. “I know,” you whisper and bury your face in his shirt while he pressed multiple kisses to the top of your head. “I’m sorry I reacted like that.”
“Don’t ever apologize to me,” he rasped, holding you tightly against him. “Not when it comes to something like this. I’m so sorry I brought back those memories. That’s the last thing I ever want to do, especially over something so fucking stupid like what happened at dinner. God, baby, I’m just so sorry. I love you.”
“I love you,” you say back and bunch up his shirt. “It’s okay, Bradley. We’re okay.”
“We’re more than okay, sweet girl,” he murmured, pulling away just to be able to kiss you properly. You kiss him back and melt into the way he held you as if you were the single most important thing in his life. “We’re everything, you’re everything. I’ll do better, okay? I promise.”
You wanted to assure him further and say that he already was doing everything right, but he was too far in his own head right now, you knew he just needed to be with you. And that was fine, because you needed to be with him just as much. 
So instead of going back to the conversation of dinner, you take his hand in yours and pull him towards his bedroom, where you kick off your heels and guide him into bed with you.
Then you held each other for hours, still dressed in your formal outfits and not caring a single bit about the wrinkles you knew would form on your clothes.
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shu-porang-porang · 22 hours
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Kiss It Better
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No one knows what a needy kitty he is but you.
Pairs: Lee Minho (Lee Know) / reader (gender not specified)
Theme: just fluff coz I'm such a sucker for fluffy Minnie
Warnings: not proofread
Word count: 0.7 k
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You’re in your shared apartment, reading a book on the couch, with Soonie curling up in your lap, purring as you pet him. Except for the occasional mewing of the cats, it’s so quite you can hear your heart beat in your ears. You’re growing restless, can't stand waiting for him anymore, you even stayed a bit longer at work so you’d have to spend less time alone. You look at the clock on the wall, he’s late. As you reach for your phone to call him, the apartment door clicks open and the sound startles Soonie off your lap.
He enters and you hear him dropping his bag on the floor. He shuffles out of his sneakers into slippers and finally appears in your sight.
“Hey jagya” he offers you a tired smile and walks over to you.
“Hi love” you reply as he bends to give you a quick kiss before heading to change his clothes.
He comes back and plops on the couch next to you. You put your book down and open your arms, inviting him into your hug. He circles his arms around you and buries his face in your chest.
“Tough day?” you ask as you play with his hair and draw circles on the small of his back with your other hand.
“mhmm” he hums hugging you tighter.
“It’s okay baby. Your tough day is over. Now you’re with me.” you keep massaging his scalp and he’s practically purring now. What a big kitty!
“You did great today, you always do, and I’m so proud of you.” you finish your sentence with a kiss on top of his head and he looks up at you. His gorgeous sparkly eyes looking at you like a lost puppy melt you into a puddle. The little pout on his perfect lips makes it all the more impossible to resist him. So, you cup his face and kiss the pout away.
“I missed you so bad” he sighs against your lips. His lips get back on yours as if they’re finally where they belong. The kiss is slow and sweet, no hurried or sloppy movements, you both take your time pouring love into it. The moment is so pure and wholesome that overwhelms you.
“I love you so much” you break the kiss to remind him of that.
“I love you more”. It’s probably true.
Of course you fell first, he was a world-renowned idol after all, but everyone who knew him could tell that he fell harder, way harder than you’d ever thought possible. Soon enough you became his safe haven, the main source of joy in his life, the one thing he really cared about. That’s why on days like this, the only thing that could help him get through was knowing that you’d be there for him. He often questions himself how was he ever able to live this stressful life before you? But it doesn’t matter anymore, he doesn’t need to worry about his life without you, the only thing that matters is that he has you now.
Your heart is flooded with love. You lean in to gently kiss his forehead. He closes his eyes with a little satisfied smile on his lips, entirely letting himself go in your arms, basking in the warm glow radiated from your love. You plant the softest kisses on his eyes and then the ridge of his nose, it scrunches up cutely.
“Look at you, my adorable big kitty. How did I get so lucky to have you?” you chuckle lightly. His smile grows wider but he keeps his eyes closed, he wants more.
You generously offer him more kisses, on his temple, on his cheek, around the shell of his ear. You make sure to pepper kisses on every inch of his face. How could you not when he’s being so soft and needy for you?
“Are you feeling better baby?” you ask him, caressing his cheek with your thumb. He finally opens his eyes.
“I do, so much better. Thank you”
“Anything for you, love” you lean in for another kiss before he lays his head on your lap and drift off to dreamland with your fingers in his hair, soothing him even more.
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jl-micasea-fics · 3 days
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Freak Show Talk | 3racha, lmh
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𝙭𝙡𝙞𝙭. 𝙞'𝙢 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙨𝙤 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙙
! fwb, free use ft. all, fujoshi fem reader, poly, enm, angst, smut, dead dove do not eat. <1k wc. 18+ readers only !
「Contents List」 「Act 1」  「© March 2024 by jl-micasea-fics」
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She finished work two hours ago. He can’t put it off any longer.
His loitering in the bookstore—a place he would argue is much designed for loitering—loses its novelty when his already blistered feet begin to ache. He scopes the city streets to find further employment, but three coffees from three different cafes soon inspire altogether different urges—ones he’d rather see to in the comfort of his own bathroom.
As he enters the apartment, he hears—to coin her term—culinary chaos. Pots and pans clang, a tempting sizzle leads him to the kitchen, where the girl he’s been thinking about all day despite his very best efforts appears to be cooking.
Thoughtlessly, he approaches, peering around her. A frying pan of steak, butter and garlic simmers on the induction hob. She startles on his presence, almost tips the pan until he steadies her elbow.
“Hi.” She blinks up at him.
He swallows. Lets her go immediately. His fingertips burn. “You’re cooking?”
“You’re always telling me I should try.”
“You couldn’t have started smaller?”
“When have you ever known me to do that?”
“Fair.”
In a summery, loose dress befitting the sweltering weather, he wants to point out she's not dressed for cooking, especially where hot oil is concerned. So much skin is on display; her smooth chest, her arms, her lovely neck. His face flames; he busies himself with a glass of water.
“How was your day?” she asks.
Hell. Yours?
“Fine. Yours?”
“Same. Supervisor Jin wasn’t in though, which was nice. We got to choose the playlist.” She grins— Minho can’t bear fucking it. How is she so okay? Did she not cry? Did her heart not tear down the middle like his? Does she really not care?
He slams the empty glass to the counter. “I’m going to take a shower.”
“Want me to bring you a towel?”
Fuck this.
“Do you not remember what happened last night?” Minho snaps.
Her face falls. “Of course I do.”
“Really? Because you’re just acting like—” He gestures vaguely. “Like nothing’s changed. Like we’re still best friends, and we’re still—”
“Are we not best friends? You called it off to save our friendship, didn’t you? Or did I misunderstand?”
“N— No. I did. I mean; that was one of the reasons. I just didn’t expect you to be so... fine.”
She blinks. Her face is bathed in a stream of afternoon light, and like a diminishing veil, he sees her eyes glistening, her chin quivering, her cheeks aching with the force of smiling.
“I’m not fine.”
Her voice breaks. Tar oozes in Minho’s gut and squidges through his intestines, cramping everything. He wants to die.
“I’m so far from fine I don’t know if I'll ever be again, but I'm trying. I’m trying to just... get through the next hour. I’m trying.”
She cries, and he feels like his world might end. It’s always been this way. He can’t fucking stand it. Can’t stand her pain, her secrets, her issues—
“Would you rather this instead?” She swipes her damp cheeks. “For me to be miserable?”
“No. You know I hate it when you cry.”
“I don’t want to cry. Fuck, Minho— I just... I want to be better. I don’t want to be like this anymore.”
“Like what?”
She shakes her head. “I want to be the girl you could actually stand to be around.”
“Don’t say that. Please, don’t. It’s all wrong. This is all fucking wrong. I just wanted to understand you. To make sense of this disconnect. But you won’t talk to me. I feel like I’ve lost you and I don’t even know why.”
She boldly steps towards him, takes his hands and holds them to her chest.
“I know you don’t understand, and I’m sorry. One day you will. I hope. But I’ve got to get better, Min. I’ve got to learn how to manage all this. I’ve got to be kind to myself. I want to be able to tell you everything without worrying that the truth will force you away from me. I want to share my thoughts with you without all the shame. To open the box and show you what’s inside without being fucking terrified of it.”
Minho stares. Her hands are cold, her chest warm. He feels the pulse of her heart beneath her skin.
“I’ll get you back, bestie,” she whispers. “Count on it.”
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inklore · 2 days
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eyes on me
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prompt: you look so pretty right now
pairing: frankie morales x f!reader
contents: m receiving oral, dirty talk, praise, deep throating, love bombs, frankie’s soft as hell | wc: 554
note: this man could sweet talk me out of these undies and i’d gladly throw them at him as i twirl my hair. that’s my truth!
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Before Frankie, you never thought this could be intimate.
That there could be softness in the way his hips push up, the way his hands splay against your arms, fingers in your hair light and feathered, and digging into your scalp with such care. A need that goes beyond simply getting off.
And, while there were times when this—you on your knees between Frankie's legs, cock hard and thick against your tongue—felt dirty and rough, tonight was not one of those nights.
It was one that made your entire body feel more alight. 
More attentive to the rough palm running up your forearm. More butterflies in your lower belly with the soft whimpers and sighs Frankie’s letting slip. The slow roll of his hips pushing his cock further down your throat done with a loving hand at your neck.
The gentle “that’s it” and “always so good”’s making your cheeks warm. 
Making something in your chest flutter in the same breath your pussy does. 
Before Frankie, you only viewed blowjobs as something messy, quick, a means to get to another step in sex, or a quicker, less time consuming way to get your partner off. 
It’s silly, laughable, and embarrassing the way you used to look at a lot of things before him.
Before he came into your world, and tilted it completely off it’s axis. 
You hadn’t known intimacy—the difference between fucking and making love. 
Frankie Morales had completely changed you.
And you loved it.
Just as much as you love the way he sounds right now. Love the way the further he goes down the throat, the deeper the noises coming from his open mouth sound. How even with how out of it—how into it and completely consumed by you he is—he’s still so gentle. Still so slow with the way he thrusts into your mouth. 
Not only savoring your mouth, but making sure you’re enjoying this just as much as he is. 
His palm brushes against your cheek, and his thumb briefly slips between your lips as he pulls himself out of your mouth. “Suck the tip,” he says too affectionately. His eyes blown out with pleasure. Too soft for how his chest is heaving. For the want and desire that’s coated in love in both your bloodstreams. 
Your eyes lock on his as you do what you’re told. Your mouth wrapping around the tip of his cock, hollowing your cheeks slightly, sucking, the tip of your tongue coating in precum. 
The sound Frankie makes makes your thighs squeeze when your tongue runs along the head of him. Pushing you to do it again and again, until he’s hissing and looking down at you with a sheen in his eyes. 
“Fuck,” he swallows, out of breath. “You look so pretty right now.”
You want to tell him he looks just as pretty, if not more. 
Want to reach up and push his hair off his forehead because it’s making him look too freaking pretty and you can barely handle it. 
It doesn’t take much longer—a string more of compliments and commands and I love you’s before he’s about to come. Before his thumb rests on your cheeks, his breath puffy, eyes droopy with pleasure as he looks down at you and says, “look at me. Look at me, pretty girl.”
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Chapter 40: Hot Stuff
Wednesday, December 23rd
You stayed there, soundly asleep in each other’s arms, silently breathing in and out as you slipped between slumber and awareness, Sirius would sometimes press kisses to your temple and you would reply to those with soft kisses to his cheek or neck, whichever was easier to reach, sometimes you’d even and lift your face to his and softly grace the warmth of his mouth with yours, giving Sirius the experience of lazy morning kisses he’d never had. You’d often reach out for his hand, intertwining it with his and he would sometimes play with your fingers, or drum his own over the back of your hand, creating a soft melody that neither of you could hear but both could feel. He’d often brush the pads of his fingers over your nails, feeling how some were soft and others sharp, and how the nail you’d broken on the past moon was already as long as the others; he smiled, still half asleep as he continued toying with your hands. 
Time seemed to lose its significance as you lingered together, completely enraptured by the other. The world outside faded into nothing as the minutes stretched into hours, slipping away like grains of sand on a time turner, and you might have stayed there for longer –or forever– if it hadn’t been for James, who opened the curtains and hastily pulled the covers off the two of you, partly because he wanted to take revenge on what you had done to him back on the first snow day, and partly because he needed to wake you up. 
“Vixen!” he said “VIXEN!” 
You groaned in response, Sirius pulling you closer to him as you did, you used his chest to block the intrusive light that was now slipping in through the opened curtains. 
“Bloody hell the two of you!” he said, slightly exasperated. “Lily came over worried sick! She said she was scared our plan hadn’t worked and kept wondering why you didn’t go back to your room.” 
“Just kiss her until she calms down,” Sirius replied groggily.
James scoffed but decided to ignore his remark, “Anyway, she was more worried because Minnie was looking for you in the morning and you weren’t in your room!” 
“For me?” Sirius asked, still half asleep, “I haven’t done anything.” He was going over everything he might have done that would deserve a scolding from McGonagall and there was nothing, at least not this week, he’d been especially careful not to do anything that might garner such attention, all with the purpose of having last night free. 
“No, you Twat, for Vix!” He said pointing at you. “Said something about a potion?” 
You incorporated in an instant, so fast even Sirius looked taken aback, “Fuck.” 
“Fuck?” He asked, leaning over his elbows and turning to look at you.
“Yeah fuck,” you replied, “I was supposed to falsify a letter from my mum.” 
“What for? You can’t cheat Minnie that easy.” 
“No shit, Sherlock,” you said as you stood up hastily. Pacing around the room as you thought of a solution. 
“Starshine?” Sirius asked. 
“What time is it?” you asked, turning to James. 
“1 pm.”
“Double fuck.” 
James gave you a look, “Double fuck?” 
“I haven’t packed.” 
“What? You had all week to pack, and you left it until the last day?!” Sirius asked. 
“Ah, because you have packed already,” you replied in a huff. 
“I have!” he said as he pointed at his trunk, closed neatly at the end of the bed, “We all did. ‘Cept for Remus, but he’s not leaving ‘till New Year.” You blinked a couple of times after that, not quite believing the boys would have been so much more prepared than you. Even Peter’s things were all tidily arranged.  “Why didn’t you pack?” 
“I was going to!” you argued, “and then you came with your ‘Assez de temps pour que tu me fasses un câlin’.”
“Oh,” James said as he looked at the two of you. James knew enough French to keep up with your conversations, even if he never spoke it, he used to hate his French classes, “So he seduced you to stay in bed with him.” 
“He did!” you said and Sirius laughed at your distress. 
“You can stay and cuddle me more, promise all your troubles will go away.” 
“Godric no! If Maggie finds out I was here instead of my room, she will for sure tell Mum.” 
“Why would she care?” 
“Because I asked her for a contraceptive potion,” you said between gritted teeth, you weren’t too eager to tell them about it.
“Dirty linen’s out!” James teased.
“Prongs!” You complained as you looked at him, he was clearly diverted, “I did it to save your asses,” you pointed at the two boys, “back at the last Gryffindor party when you should have been in your room because you were coming back from detention!” 
“Mhm,” James teased, “Mind passing the recipe to Lily once you have it?” 
You scoffed at that, “We already had it!” you said in response, and that seemed to wipe the smile right off his face. Of course, you were just teasing, but it was certainly fun to give him a taste of his own medicine. 
“You did?” Sirius asked, clearly curious. 
“And the letter is so McGonagall thinks your mom gave you permission to learn such potions, isn’t it?” James chimed in. 
You gave Sirius a look and nodded to James. “I’ll just pack a few books and make up some excuse while at it, see you at the infirmary at 2, sounds right? We can walk back to the carriages together.” 
“Want help with packing?” Sirius asked as he pulled your arm to get you to spot pacing around. 
You shook your head “No, no. I can deal with this one. Go check on Rem, he seemed all right in the morning but he had a good deal of sharp cuts.”
Sirius nodded in response and pulled you to him, you placed a quick kiss on his lips and waved goodbye to James. On your way down the stairs, with a disillusionment charm, of course, you started wondering where Peter had gone off to, but your curiosity didn’t last long, since a few more steps down you heard a groan coming from one of the broom closets under the stairs. Since you hadn’t seen much of him last night, you thought that perhaps he’d gotten hurt and was trying to deal with it himself, so you followed his voice and opened the door. 
“What was that?” A girl –Annie Doxon, you realised– with her blouse half unbuttoned and Peter’s hand under her skirt. 
You gasped and covered your mouth with your hands. Peter, who already knew how good your disillusionment charms were, knew instantly it was you and gave you an exasperated look. when he managed to discern your figure. You winced at that and mouthed a short “Good luck!” as you gave him a thumbs up and got the hell away from there. Sprinting so fast you didn’t see the steps and tripped, using your hands to stop yourself from falling headfirst onto the floor. 
You held back the exasperated “fuck” you were about to let out when you hear Annie’s voice again. 
“You heard that one, right? Pete? You think it could be Peeves?” 
“No, Luv, it’s just the creaky floorboards in the Gryffindor tower, sometimes they move around because of the cold and the heat,” he said, he had heard Lily talk about something similar, a muggle explanation for ghosts and magical creatures. “Don’t worry about it,” he added and then shut the door. 
You let out a relieved breath and carefully stood up, wincing as you placed your weight on the hand that had stopped most of the fall and realised you had scraped it, badly. You had scraped your hand badly. Wasn’t that the perfect excuse to not be in your room in the morning? You could easily say that it had happened in the bathroom or something and that you left early for the infirmary. 
“Sounds like a plan,” you whispered to yourself as you stared at your bleeding hand. But what about packing? You bit your lip as you thought of a solution to that one, and then resolved to ask Marls to help you out. You walked down into the common room and pulled a piece of parchment from the recycling section Lily had started a few years back. You grabbed a pencil someone had left on the floor and wrote a quick note to Marlene, asking her to drop all the books on your desk onto your backpack and to bring them along with her to the carriages later on. 
You were sure there were enough clothes at home for you to get away with not packing anything at all if you wanted, but taking the books from school, especially the ones from Transfiguration, since you hadn’t been doing so well, and you had still not asked Remus to help you out. It seemed like you were always busy with something or the other and you had let that one slide, not that he didn’t help you if you ever had a technical question on study group sessions.
Once your note was ready you bent it into a small paper plane and charmed it so it would find her, then you walked straight towards the infirmary, making sure to turn the disillusionment charm off as you used your hand to knock on the door a couple of times. 
“Come in,” you heard Pomfrey’s soft voice from the inside. You walked in with a smile and waved your hand at her awkwardly. “How may I help you?” 
“I tripped,” you said as you showed her your hand. The blood you had purposely not cleaned off made the scrape look a lot worse than it really was, but that was exactly what you needed. Except for the fact that Remus’ curtains were drawn, and he went pale the moment he saw your bleeding hand. While he remembered most of what happened the previous night, he also remembered Moony had been pretty rough while he played with you, there was none of the consideration he had whenever he was around you –or anyone for that matter– he had to hold his strength back to make sure he wouldn’t hurt you. 
Moony wasn’t like that at all, he had played with you as if you had just been another member of his pack, the same way he would play with Padfoot or Prongs, though he did tend to be a lot rougher with Prongs (he wasn’t sure if it was because Prongs was much bigger or because the Wolf felt the same attachment to Pads he did to Sirius. Could wolves even like male wolves? You probably knew, with how much you’d read lately, but there was no way in hell he asked you that without raising some kind of suspicion. 
“Oh, sweetheart,” she said in a somewhat upset tone as she walked over to you and checked the injury. It was such a small thing you felt silly coming to the infirmary over that when you had quite literally been clawed at by a werewolf, sliced with diffindo, and had even fallen from your broom in the middle of a game, and that was just in the past month. 
While Remus stared, he was trying to think back to everything that had happened last night, to try and pinpoint the moment he had done that to you, but the memory –there wasn’t one– seemed to be completely gone from his mind. 
“It’s nothing, but it’s kinda bothersome since it’s my writing hand,” you said as the mediwitch inspected your wound, cleaned it and started casting a spell over it, to help it close faster. In a matter of minutes, your hand looked brand new, and you looked at it amazed, it had been insanely fast, especially compared to how much your arm had taken to heal, even if that was a completely different kind of injury. You decided that you had to learn more about medical magic if you were going to continue the lifestyle that you had been taking up lately. 
“There you go,” she said with a smile. Pomfrey wasn’t stupid, she had seen you fall off your broom and reject medical attention, you were strong, and probably had a high pain tolerance, so the fact that you came for a scrape was suspicious enough. Now, thankfully, she assumed it was because you wanted an excuse to see Remus rather than because you needed an alibi for not being in your room in the morning.  “I must go tend some things, you may stay if you like,” she said nodding towards a chair and giving you a small potion vial, “This should help the remaining sting to go away, but it might make you a little light-headed, so take it easy afterwards.” 
You nodded with a tight-lipped smile “Thank you,” you said and took the small bottle in your hand, she nodded and started walking towards the door “Merry Christmas!” you added as she reached the exit. 
She smiled and turned to you, “Merry Christmas to you too, darling.” She then gave you a courteous nod and left the room. 
“Was it me?” Remus whispered once he made sure Pomfrey was out of earshot.
“What?” you asked with a frown as you turned and walked towards him, sitting right on the edge of his bed. 
“Your hand… Was it Moony?” 
You were taken aback by his question. “No!” you said with a frown, “I thought you remembered everything.” 
“I do! But maybe Moony didn’t see that he was hurting Vi–” 
“Remus,” you said as you shoved him lightly, he groaned in protest since his body was still in the very delicate process of healing, you had never visited him so early after a moon, his limbs were sore and his bones seemed to still be accommodating back into their place. “Sorry,” you said with a small wince and pulled your hand back. You then licked your lips and sighed, “I fell off the stairs after I spotted Peter snogging Annie Doxon in the cupboard under the stairs.” 
“What?!” he asked with his eyes wide open, he knew Pete was seeing Annie, he had no idea he was snogging her already though. 
“Yeah,” you said as you tried to eliminate the memory from your head, you were sure Beth would hex him for having his hand so high up her cousins’ tights if she ever found out. “I needed an excuse since Minnie had been looking for me, thought coming to the infirmary would do.” 
Remus nodded, also thinking it was a good enough excuse, but then his mind went back to the news you had given him earlier, “Like… really snogging?” 
“Remus!” you reprimanded with a smile. “But yes, really snogging. Half buttoned shirts and hand under her skirt and all, he might actually be getting some before the trip.” 
“Oh that’s awful,” Remus said as he looked at you. 
“You asked!” you said in self-defence. “Besides, bet Annie will be pretty pleased with herself as well… As long as Wormmy doesn’t fuck it up.”
“How could he even–” 
“They’re about a hundred ways a boy can fuck it up,” you said before he even asked. “Of course, you wouldn’t know,” you added. “Bet girls wouldn’t even tell you, too happy to be with Mr. Handsome to speak.” 
“Oh, really?” he asked with raised eyebrows.
“Yeah,” you nodded. “Be honest, did Alice ever tell you you were doing something wrong when you were still with her?” Remus seemed to think about it for a second and shook his head. “Point proven.” 
“Or maybe I’m just really good.” 
“Or maybe you’re just really good,” you said with a shrug. “If you and Sirius have anything in common–” 
“Ugh stop!” he said with a grimace. He certainly didn’t need to know what Sirius was good at from your mouth, he’d had enough boasting from back when he had just started hooking up with girls, and he did not need more reasons to feel jealous of you. Or of him, for that matter, Sirius’ stupid satisfied smile when he’d snogged you was telling enough. Remus didn’t want to know what he was missing. 
“What? Don’t act like a prude! I’m not the one with condoms in my bag.” 
“Would you tell Sirius if he was doing something wrong?” he asked as he pulled the hand Pomfrey had just healed towards his face, inspecting it. Partly because he wanted to check on you and partly because he wanted to feel your pulse as he got your answer. 
“Obviously,” you said, you weren’t lying. Your hand looked like it hadn’t ever even been bleeding in the first place and your pulse was steady. “But I’m very outspoken, and that can lead you into trouble, as you’ve seen,” you added with a shrug. “Some people don’t like being told what they’re doing wrong. At least I know Sirius would care about my input.” 
“He better,” he responded defensively, still toying with your hand, you turned to look at him and then at the empty potion vial on the auxiliary table next to the bed, if your hand offered Remus some kind of comfort, then he could have it for as long as he wanted.  “If he doesn’t I can knock some sense into him.” 
You laughed at that, “Worry not, I can knock some sense into him as well.” 
“Knock some sense into who?” You heard Sirius say from the door. Remus didn’t make a move to let your hand go and you didn’t make a move to pull it away from him even as Sirius strolled in. Remus was still staring at your palm when Sirius sat beside you. “What’s wrong with her hand?” 
“She tripped when she accidentally spotted Wormmy snogging Annie Doxon. Really snogging her, I asked.” 
“Used it as an excuse,” you said as you continued with the explanation, “If I was here because I fell then, of course, Minnie didn’t find me in my room earlier.” 
“And I was just about to ask why you were here and not packing.” 
“Gave that one up,” you admitted. “Marlene will help me pack some books for studying over the break and I’ll just wear the clothes I left at home.” 
Sirius rolled his eyes, and huffed, “Of course, books would be your priority.” 
You shoved him off playfully, “Merlin knows I needed to brush up on transfiguration. Another ‘P’ and I’ll have to take a summer course with Minnie or something.” 
“It still baffles me you’re so bad at it. How did you even manage to turn into Vixen?” Remus asked as he finally let go of your hand. 
You shrugged, “It wasn’t as hard as turning a pot into an animal…” Then you turned to the side, towards Sirius’ backpack. “You’ve got parchment there?” He nodded and you plopped down from the bed and towards the floor, pulling his bag open and looking for a piece, taking it out and placing it on the floor. “Rem, you have that letter from my mum I lent you last week?” 
“Front pocket of my bag,” he said, luckily the house elves always brought his bag to him when he was at the infirmary since they knew he liked to read when he got sick. Sirius leaned over Remus and pulled his bag from the floor, to pass it.
“Ouch,” Remus complained as he felt the weight of his friend on top of him, he had to look to the side to try and hide the blush threatening to appear on his neck. 
“Sorry, Moony,” Sirius said carelessly and continued with his task, taking the letter and passing it over to you. You hit Sirius on the leg reproachingly. “Oi!” 
“He’s still sore, don’t be a prick!” you scolded him, and then took the letter in your hands. “But thank you.” 
“Yeah, don’t be a prick!” Moony repeated, just to fuck with Sirius who pressed his hand onto Moony’s leg in retaliation.  They went back to bickering, but their words slowly faded into the background as you opened the letter and started analysing the handwriting.  You didn’t hear when Remus offered you a quill and didn’t notice when the two boys exchanged looks with each other at your blatant ignoring of their calls. At some point, they had both just stared at you and at how concentrated you looked as you inspected the letter and the empty parchment. You took a pencil from Sirius’ bag and started scribbling on the back of your mum’s letter. 
“Is she–?” Sirius asked Remus as he leaned a little closer. 
“Yeah, I think she’s trying to make that fake letter she owes Minnie.” 
Sirius turned to Remus with a frown, “How do you know about that? I didn’t know until hours ago.” 
“She told me when it happened,” the taller boy responded with a shrug. 
Sirius raised his eyebrows and nodded, you and Remus always seemed to be on the same wavelength when it came to those kinds of things. Just like you and him seemed to always be on the same wavelength when it came to pranks. He discovered he didn’t mind it at all, he’d never been jealous of you hanging out with Remus in the same way he had been of you hanging out with Tom, or… of Remus kissing Alice in front of his face. 
That, he realised the more he thought about it, probably had something to do with the fact that he had somehow developed something akin to a crush on his best friend. A crush that he couldn’t and wouldn’t act upon. Perhaps he’d have to tell you about it at some point, but he was terrified that you would leave him if you found out he not only liked boys, but he liked one boy in particular. Because of course, you being you, would probably be supportive of his freshly discovered bisexuality, at least until you found out about his crush. Sirius didn’t like the idea of you being jealous of Moony, let alone when you were literally cuddling them both every other night. 
He had never missed Hogwarts when he was with the Potters, but he might start missing it now, especially when he knew once you came back, he’d have the perfect excuse –that being the entire time you were away from them– to get back into cuddling you, even as Pads. Sometimes he couldn’t help but think what it would be like to cuddle Remus without turning into Padfoot, of being able to use his hands and touch, but he always tried to drive those thoughts away from his mind. He should be thinking of touching you, his girlfriend, not his best friend. 
You were still looking at the two parchments when you wrote a few more runes onto the empty one and took out your wand. “Gemino littera nummularius,” you whispered.  Suddenly words started to appear on the empty parchment, along with the delicate golden edges of your House’s stationary sets. The parchment became paler and less crinkled and now the two sheets of paper looked like they had come from the exact same batch, except they had different wording on them. Suddenly, you stood up, holding the two pieces in your hands. “Can you tell which one’s real and which one’s fake?” you asked. Sirius took the letters in his hands and started reading the contents. “No wait,” you said as you pulled them from his hands, “You can’t read the contents or you’ll know.” 
Sirius gave you a look and took them from your hands again, carefully inspecting the text and the words, the wording you’d used and the way the letters had been accommodated on the paper, he then passed them over to Remus. Their hands brushed over each other for a second too long and you squint your eyes at it. Turning to check on Remus’ expression who looked as calm as ever and then at Sirius, who had gone straight to take your hand in his, fidgeting with your nails like he had done in the morning. 
You were staring at your hands intertwined with Sirius’ when Remus spoke. “I think it’s a fantastic falsification,” he said as he passed them over to you. “Cannot even feel the traces of the magic you used.” 
“I used ancient runes to dispel it, as long as she reads it inside the castle, she’ll interpret it as if the magic came from around her rather than from within it,” you explained. “Took me so long because I couldn’t remember the right runes that had been used for the castle”. 
“I can barely tell the difference,” Sirius agreed. “You’re more than set, Kit.” 
“Thank you,” you said with a smile and a small bow from your head, and bent one of the letters in four and placed it in your pocket while you handed the other back to Remus. 
He took it and placed it on the nightstand, Sirius gave him a curious look, “It’s for the map,” he explained. 
“Mom’s really good at the Homonculous Charm. I asked her to give some details on how to use it, and Remus has been working on his own version to use on the map. That’s how I knew about the runes, we had to do some digging in the library to be able to match his charm with the ancient magic that was used to build the castle.” 
“You know, if you used your time to practise transfiguration instead of researching werewolves and mapmaking, you would have already become top of the class,” Sirius teased. 
You scoffed with a smile at that, “Remind me who convinced me we had to go back to the forbidden section before the next moon to do –and I quote– a little extra research?” 
“No idea,” he said, with a small smile playing on his lips. 
You were about to say something as a reply when you heard someone clear their throat by the door. You turned to find McGonagall. Both you and Sirius were sitting on Remus’ bed and Sirius had his hand on your leg, which was probably what caused her to react in the way she did. It was not helping your case, you didn’t even notice when Sirius’ hands came back to you, it felt so natural you didn’t even consider it would be perhaps too much PDA for the general public.
“Minn–” you started but quickly corrected yourself, “Professor McGonagall!” You then pulled a charmer’s smile, and feigning concern you asked, “Are you alright? Madam Pomfrey left some time ago, she said she had some things to tend to…” 
You knew McGonagall was there because she was looking for you and not because she was looking for Pomfrey, but you still had to play the part. Both Sirius and Remus eyed each other then, both seeming impressed by your charming abilities. You may have had no fairy powers, but you had kept the right amount of charm.
“I’m actually here looking for you,” she said. “I thought perhaps you’d come to check on Mr. Lupin since he was feeling down.” 
“Oh, well, I came to get my hand fixed,” you said as you pulled your hand up. “I tripped in the morning and it had been bothering me, then I spotted Rem and decided to stay around a little longer.” 
“Of course,” she said with a nod, seeming at ease now that she knew where you had been, you wondered what she would think if she knew you had been first playing with a werewolf and then cuddling your boyfriend. The small frown that had just disappeared from her face would probably appear again and you might have gotten detention for the rest of the school year. “Did you get that–” she looked at the two boys slightly uncomfortable, as if she wasn’t sure how to say it, “letter, from your mother?” 
Sirius held back a laugh and Remus kicked him forcefully from underneath the covers. You avoided turning to them, in case you two would end up laughing and instead focused your gaze on Minnie. “Yes,” you said quietly and stood from the bed, taking it out of your pocket as you walked over to her. 
She took the parchment and carefully opened it, appearing a pair of glasses out of thin air and putting them on as she pulled the parchment closer to her face. The three of you tensed as she read, the moment seemed interminable as her eyes went over each and every one of the lines in the letter. Once she was done she smiled, evidently pleased. She bent the note again, placed it on her belt and nodded towards you. “Excellent, the first reunion is today before the train leaves, I’ll see you in my classroom in about 15 minutes?” 
You nodded, “Of course, Professor.”
She nodded one last time and left the place, shutting the door as she walked towards her classroom. You turned to the boys with a triumphant smile “It worked!” you said, moving your hands up and down in a sort of victory dance. 
“But now you actually have to go to the reunion,” Remus said and you groaned in response, letting yourself fall on Sirius dramatically. Your arms over his shoulders and your head leaning close to his neck. He could feel your breath against him and he seemed to be rather pleased with himself when he moved one of his hands to play with your hair. 
“You’ll learn useful stuff,” he said with a cheeky smile. And you huffed in response, a small pout in your face. 
“You think it’ll be too long?” you asked. 
“Probably,” Remus said, “I mean she’ll at least give you enough time to catch the train.” 
You sighed as you stood straight again, Sirius had kept his hands on you until your weight was fully supported by your feet. “Means I won’t see you till next year,” you said then, and leaned closer to Remus, leaning in for a hug and stopping yourself just seconds before your body crashed onto his, “It won’t hurt too much if I hug you will it?” 
Remus couldn’t hide the small smile that came to him, only biting his lips to stop it from making it bigger as he shook his head and opened his arms for you to hug him. “Merry Christmas, Rem!” you said as you felt his arms tighten around you.  
“Merry Christmas, Little Witch,” he whispered. You didn’t pull away from the hug until he loosened his grip around your back, and he only did it because he knew you had to go to the reunion, if it had been his call, he would have hugged you until you lost your train and night fell. 
As you pulled back you sighed and looked at the two boys with a resigned smile, “Off to learn adult witch potions.” 
“I don’t get a Merry Christmas hug?” Sirius teased.
“You’ll hug me all you want on the train ride, Pups,” you replied with a smile.
“But I want a hug now.” 
“Hug Moony then,” you joked. 
“I just might,” Sirius teased back. 
“Go ahead, I’m giving you permission,” you said, “I mean, he might elbow you for trying but I’d love to see that.” 
“That’s so mean!” Sirius complained. Remus was looking at the interaction with his lips parted, a mixture of amused at your back-and-forth flirting and horrified that he might actually have to react in some sort of way if Sirius hugged him. 
You leaned closer and placed a chaste kiss to Sirius’ lips, one that left him a little surprised but satisfied nonetheless, and excused yourself. 
“Hold up!” Remus said when you were near the middle of the room. 
“Yeah?” You asked as you turned to look at the two boys. 
“You’re not going back to your room, are you?” 
You shook your head, the plan was to see Remus and then catch the carriages, and now it was to go to Minnie’s reunion and then catch the carriages, there was no time for you to go to your room whatsoever, if only you had your hands on a time turner. 
“Take this then,” he said as he threw a balled-up sweater your way, “It’ll be cold on the way to the train,” he said motioning to the window, there were small snowflakes slowly falling from the sky, a bit of snow already pilling up on one of the corners of the stool. 
You gave a wary look at Sirius who just shrugged. Remus’ sweaters are fine but Minho’s are a definite no, got it. 
“Thanks!” you said as you pulled the warm wool sweater over your shoulders and waved the boys another quick goodbye. 
The same little thought that had consumed you back on the day of the friendly game with Neil and Nox came back. It must have been due to the smell of the pack, right? Were you seeing things that weren’t there? Or perhaps, you were blind to things that actually were…
“Sly-sprite!” Tom said as he placed his arm over your shoulders and started to walk alongside you, “Ready for shopping?” 
You smiled when you spotted him and nodded, “Yup! Beth?”
He nodded, “We’re walking to Diagon and doing all the shopping there, she already has a list of all the shops she wants to visit, you?”
You hummed in response, “Not quite, but I do have a list of all the things I want to get,” you responded, “Or at least the names of the people I want to get stuff for… What about muggle London?” 
“For that, I’ve got the list,” he said as he pulled out a list of Muggle shops, “Mary helped me pick them out, she said they were some of the coolest shops in the city.” 
You read over the titles, remembering some of the shops you had visited during the summer, at least 2 of the big stores you remembered walking into were on Tom’s list. You walked with Tom the rest of the way to Minnie’s classroom and he looked at you confused as you waved goodbye to walk inside. 
“Why are you going to McGonagall’s Classroom?” 
“Tell you about it when we’re shopping,” you said with a wink and walked inside. 
Your “SexEd” class wasn’t as tedious as you thought it would be. Maggie had always had a sort of charm while teaching her classes and the fact that this one was regarding a rather delicate subject, wasn’t an exception. And to your surprise, Maggie didn’t exclusively teach you preventive methods (the potion you asked about) but she also gave you recipes for special potions for the day after. She did mention that they weren’t the best option, since they were pretty strong in flavour and a bit more complicated to brew, but that they were excellent in case of an emergency. 
She also mentioned that in case any of you ever required that potion, she always kept a few in her office and that you were more than welcome to ask for it. She also mentioned you’d be brewing batches of all the potions she mentioned along with her and gave you the list of ingredients you would need if you wanted to participate in said classes. It was a rather long list, sectioned by the 4 different potions that you would be brewing: 2 contraceptive ones (one for males and one for females), the next day potion and one that –and she refused to elaborate much more on this one– would be extremely complicated to brew and exclusive for the kind of emergencies that hopefully no one in the group would ever have to face. She didn’t mention the fact that said potion was still in debate by the ministry since it wasn’t precisely approved, but it wasn’t illegal either. 
You realised why the reunion had to be that day, so the older students who didn’t want to discuss such matters with their families could get the ingredients necessary during the Christmas break. You were damn lucky the spell you had used on your falsified letter was good enough to trick her, McGonagall might be one of the sharpest witches you’d ever met, having planned the entire set of “off course” classes to help last year’s students while still keeping them relatively secret was an immense planning job. If Minnie had ever been part of the Marauders, they might have never ended up in detention at all. 
She had also gone on and talked about other interesting portions, variations of Polyjuice that could permanently alter your body, and explained how the contraceptive stuff would have to be used in those cases. 
Overall, the class was insanely interesting, and Minnie had done a fantastic job at handling all the questions from the students, leaving every single student satisfied with their choice of going. The moment you stepped out of the classroom, Lucas and Teddy were over you. 
“How the hell did you convince Maggie to let you in?” Lucas asked. 
“I… well… It wasn’t quite my intention to end in this class in the first place.” 
“You’re kidding!” Teddy said. “Not even the elder Gryffindors talked about the secret classes when we asked.” 
“Yeah… I was covering for Pads and Prongs and I had to improvise to entertain McGonagall, let’s just say I ended up asking some rather embarrassing questions, a letter from my mom later, she told me to come.”
“So a letter from my parents was all it took?” Teddy said.
“Highly doubt your parents would have given you such a letter,” Lucas retorted with a short laugh as he nudged Teddy. 
“Well, who said it had to be legitimate?” 
“No way in hell you can cheat Professor McGonagall like that!” Lucas said, “Remember when Johnny Ackley tried to do it? He was on detention for 3 whole months the moment he handed that fake letter about skipping COMC because he was allergic to Niffler hair, and it was a good fake, I saw it.”  
You couldn’t even hide the small smirk that appeared on your lips, the fact that you had actually done it made you feel pretty damn capable. You might not be particularly good at Transfigurations, but you were exceptionally good at charms and combined spells, your letter being perceived as legit by Minnie was proof enough. You walked all the way to the carriages with a very self-satisfied expression on your face, while you idly talked to the boys about the potions and then about the classificatory for the Quidditch Regional Championships. Apparently, the Holyhead Harpies would have their first match against the Chudley Cannons which had both boys pretty excited since the Harpies were Teddy’s favourite team and Lucas had a huge crush on Meridia Weekes, the Cannons’ fastest chaser. 
Eventually, you got to the horseless carriages and took separate ways, you rode towards the train with the girls, Lily and Mary were telling you all about Muggle Christmas, and apparently, it wasn’t that different from what Wizards did. Of course, they didn’t have games of exploding snap, exploding Christmas crackers or floating decorations but they did have the carols, and the presents and they even had their own version of Father Christmas, although according to the girls he had been adopted as the mascot of some greedy soda conglomerate. 
You were walking behind the girls on the train when you felt a hand pulling you towards one of the compartments. You gasped and pulled your wand out, ready to hex whoever had pulled you in such a crass manner when you spotted Sirius with a sly smirk at the end of your wand. 
“Bloody hell, Puppy! I almost hexed you,” you said as you huffed and placed your wand back in your pocket. 
“Worth it,” he said as he leaned over to give you a soft peck on the lips that left you startled. 
You shook your head with an amused smile as the two of you sat next to each other, “This will be your first official train ride with the Marauders,” he told you. “Welcome to our compartment.” 
“Moony’s missing, and I’m pretty sure you cannot claim ownership of a compartment.” 
He raised his eyebrows at you and crouched down on the floor, making a gesture with his hand for you to follow, you complied, once down there he used Lumos to brighten the space under the seat you had been on and pointed inside. There, right in the middle, there were 4 pairs of initials carved onto the wood: R.L, S.B, J.P. and P.P. 
“I’m pretty sure that’s vandalism,” you said as you stared at the neatly carved letters, “and that still doesn’t make the carriage yours.” 
“It does though, we’ve hexed it, unless we invite you in, you’ll end up with an awful headache.” 
“Sirius!” you admonished, but he didn’t even flinch at your tone and handed over a small hairpin. 
“What’s this for?” 
“You’re an honourable member, you should be free to enter as you please.” You raised an eyebrow at that. “Go ahead, carve your name before the trolly witch comes over.” 
You shook your head and gently let yourself lay on the floor and crawled halfway under the seat to start carving your name, you’d taken Sirius’ wand from his grasp while he sat in the corner of the opposite seat, looking out through the windows to make sure the Trolly Witch wouldn’t show up out of nowhere. 
You were struggling with the blunt end of the pin as you rubbed it back and forth over the wooden plate, right above Sirius and Remus’ initials. You weren’t sure why you had chosen that precise spot but the wood seemed supple enough to actually let you dig through it. After you’d gotten to the “x” your arm was already tired and you decided to skip the “e” altogether and replace it with a capital “N”. 
Sirius, who was supposed to be on the lookout, was most definitely not looking at the small bit of lower back skin that had appeared as your shirt –and Remus’ sweater– raised slightly due to the way you had to crawl under the seat or the way you were moving your hips to try and reach the wall better. 
It’s not that his throat was dry and he was not imagining things because that would be the kinds of things a horny teenager would do and he was well above that, he was not some random pervert. He was merely glancing at you to make sure you were alright and you hadn’t gotten stuck or hurt as you continued with your task. Or at least that is what he kept telling himself as he stared.
You were just carving the last line of the N when you heard someone clear their throat by the door. You froze in your place since you had identified the voice instantly. 
“Is there something wrong, darling?” Seraphina asked. 
You wiggled your way out of there and made sure to wipe off the sawdust from the end of the pin as you stood up, your hair slightly amiss as you brushed over it with both of your hands, “Yes, I was just looking for this,” you said as you showed her the pin with a smile. “Do you need anything?” 
She gave you a wary look and then nodded, accepting your excuse, your smile grew just a little bit more after that. “I was looking for you to hand this over,” she said as she pulled a book from her robes and pushed it into your hands. It was a dark navy book, so dark it looked almost black, and it had silver indents on the corners. It had no name on the cover. 
You looked at it and then back at her, “Homework?” 
She nodded, “I believe it will be useful to you during the break, read attentively and practice every day.” 
You gulped and nodded, “Yes, Professor.” 
“Well then, I’ll leave you to your thing,” she said as she gave a rather stern look at Sirius who squirmed in his seat uncomfortably. Did she see me staring? He wondered, the fire in Seraphina’s eyes answered the question for him and this time he was the one who gulped. She raised her eyebrows at him slightly and Sirius averted her gaze uncomfortably. 
You looked at the interactions with furrowed brows but decided to ask Sirius about it later. “Merry Christmas,” you said as she left the carriage. Once she was gone you turned back to look at your boyfriend. “So much for a lookout.” 
He huffed in response and kneeled down to check on what you’d done as you handed the hairpin and his wand back to him. There, written neatly over his and Remus’ initials read “VixN”. He smiled at the spelling and went over the last line of the “N” again, to make sure it was deep enough to not fade with time. 
“How did you not see her coming?” you asked as he pulled himself out and sat beside you, wiping the pin from the pain residue and placing it back in his pocket. 
“Let’s just say I was distracted,” he said as he averted your gaze. 
You narrowed your eyes at him after that, “Distracted? Sirius!” You reproached. “Whatever the hell could have distracted you so much?” 
He swallowed, “Your jeans look really good.” 
You drew in a sharp breath, “Sirius Black! You were looking at my ass!” Sirius shrugged, a bit of an apologetic look in his eyes as did, and was about ready to apologise when a small smirk appeared on your face. 
“What?” 
“Nothing,” you said with a shrug, as you turned your gaze away, the smirk firmly planted on your face still. 
“Starshine?” he pressed. It was proving really hard not to laugh at him. 
You turned back to face him and smiled, leaning over to press a hand on his thigh and whisper in his ear. “I also think your jeans look really good on you.” 
His eyes opened wide as he turned to you, but his expression slowly shifted into a smirk, mirroring your. “What if I tell you I had to go straight into the bathroom after you left our room in the morning? And it was not because I wanted to evacuate.” 
It was your turn to swallow, and you inched your hand up just a little bit in response to his taunting, enough to fill the slight tent in his pants your little talk had caused, Sirius’ breath hitched as he felt your hand on him and he was about to crash his lips into yours when the door of the compartment was hastily opened and James walked in. Sirius turned to him with visible annoyance and you just sighed as you let your head fall on Sirius’ shoulder, your breath fanning against his neck, since his body was still turned to yours. When you realised the tent was still rather evident, you took your bag and placed it over his lap. 
“I need your help!” James said as he sat across the two of you, his hair was a mess –more so than normal– and he looked incredibly agitated. 
Sirius looked at him with an annoyed look that James ignored completely. Rummaging his hands through his hair as he bobbed one of his legs up and down. 
You sighed audibly and turned your head to look at James, still leaning against Sirius, though your hand was in his, rather than on his leg now. 
“James I–” Sirius started but was hastily interrupted.
“I was with Lily.” 
“Congratulations! Why don’t you go back with her?” 
“Sirius!” You reproached softly and he took a deep breath, allowing James to continue with whatever predicament he was most definitely gonna lay down for the two of you now. 
“We were in the bathroom, snogging and–” 
“Merlin, I should not be hearing this,” you said as you stood up but Sirius pulled you down in an instant. 
“You’re not going anywhere, you promised hugs, and I won’t see you in days.” 
“But James is–” 
“Don’t care. James doesn’t care either,” he said as he eyed his friend in a rather stern way, “Right?” 
James, ever so mortified, shook his head. “I actually think your input could be as helpful as Sirius’,” he said as he tilted his head just a bit. 
You sighed and then turned back to look at him, “Fine then, continue.” 
“Okay, so I was snogging Lily and things started to heat up–” You sighed again, you honestly thought the most awkward conversation you’d have that day would be with Minnie, but you had been so very wrong. “And then you know she reached down and grabbed my–” 
“James!” you spat. 
“Hear me out,” he pleaded. 
“I do not need to hear James Potter’s Harrad Experiment.” 
“The what?”  He asked, confused. You sighed and turned to Sirius who looked just as confused. Where was Remus when you needed him?
“Never mind,” you responded as you shook your head and sighed again. 
James looked at you with an apprehensive sight and then turned to Sirius as he continued on. “She grabbed my thing.” 
“So?” Sirius asked, he was pretty impassive, this was so not the first time James interrupted him while he was with you and at this point, he was already plotting to do it when he was with Lily to return the favour. 
“Well, little James started to wake up and–” 
“Merlin, what have I done to deserve this?” you muttered under your breath as you closed your eyes for a second as you started to contemplate the life choices that had led you to this moment. 
“I ran out before she noticed.” 
That snapped you out of your misery, “You did what?!?” 
Sirius looked at him with an amused expression, apparently, he wouldn’t even have to sabotage James, he was doing a damn good job himself. 
“I ran away when–” 
“No, no!” you stopped him from talking with a raised hand, “You’re telling me you left Lily in the bathroom alone when she tried to initiate something?” 
“I shouldn’t have? I could go get her…” 
“She’s still in the bathroom?!” 
James shrugged in response. “Mate, I love you, but you’re an idiot,” Sirius said as he moved his hand over your thighs. “If Lily was initiating things, and if she was the one to place her hand there then–” 
“She probably wanted to feel your reaction, James,” you completed. 
“Does that mean she–” 
“She was expecting to feel your boner, you saphead,” Sirius responded matter of factly.  
“And you left the poor girl all hot and bothered in the bathroom,” you added with a sigh as you reclined back in your seat and placed your hand over your temple, genuinely trying to think of a solution to James’ little self-crafted issue. “Had you never made out with anyone before?” 
“Well I–” 
“James?” You asked, more surprised than bothered at this point. 
“What about that girl in 4th grade? The cute Ravenclaw,” Sirius offered. 
“We kissed a couple of times but we never actually, you know,” he said the last bit with a slight tilt of his head.
You let out a short breath in disbelief as you leaned your elbows over your legs. 
“What?” Sirius asked. 
“Wormmy’s had more action than Prongs,” you said as you nodded, assimilating the newfound information. Sirius held back a laugh and turned to look at his friend, but you beat him to speak. “No wonder you’re always so eager, buzzing about the entire castle. You’ve been starving yourself!” 
“I’m pretty well fed, thank you,” James said with a frown. 
Sirius eyes him with incredulity, “She doesn’t mean that kind of food.” 
“You need to talk to her,” you said simply. “Explain your situation, I’m sure she’ll understand, it’s Lily Evans the one we’re talking about after all.” 
“But then what should I do?” He asked. 
“Well you’d have to–” Sirius started. 
“Nope!” You stopped, “I do not want to hear this conversation!” you said as you motioned to stand up but Sirius held you in place yet again. 
“Puppy!” you whined, a small frown filling your face. 
“We’ll charm you out of the conversation,” he offered. “Stay?” he added with a small pout that could only be compared to Puppy eyes and you nodded with a small roll of your eyes, pulling out the book Nightshade had given you and accommodating yourself to rest your head on Sirius’ leg as he charmed you. 
You read for a while, sometimes getting distracted by James’ very expressive face reacting to whatever the hell Sirius was explaining to him, at some point, without even realising you fell asleep. When you woke up again, the daylight was gone. Sirius was playing with your hair absentmindedly as he stared out through the window. You stared at him for some seconds, just admiring the way his hair cascaded over the sides of his head. His eyes looked grey today, reflecting the grey skies left after the sun started to fade. You stirred and he turned to you. 
“You’re awake,” he said with a smile as he turned to you. “We’re pretty close to arriving now, can’t be more than a few minutes.” 
“I slept for most of the trip?” you asked with a gasp. He nodded calmly and you looked around, “James left?” 
“He went to talk things out with Lily,” he said. 
“Oh, after the masterclass you gave him?” you teased and he nudged you. 
Then he shrugged with a smile, “What can I say, I’ve got some rather interesting talents.” 
You shoved him lightly as you smiled, sitting up to place the book you had been reading on your backpack just to realise Sirius had already done it for you. You smiled and accommodated next to him again, “You’ll send me an owl when James tells you how it went?” 
“Thought you didn’t want to hear about his Harrad Experiment,” he teased. 
“Not the dirty details!” you replied with a scoff. “Just if he fixed things with Lils.”
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B'ella, the Pale Child (Dark Urges Redeemed)
Class: Warlock (Barbarian subclass)
Romance: Bae'Zel
Besties: Scratch / Owlbear / Wyll / Gale / Karlach
One extra egg among all those eggs wouldn't make a difference, nor would they complain about having two extra hands to fight for the "glory" of their queen. This way, the hatching of this egg surprised the elders of that Creche a little, a child as pale as the moon and with eyes as red as blood that possessed a fury worthy of a demon, certainly that child had something inside him, but the Githyanki wouldn't get rid of a healthy child just because of surpestitions based on one of the babies' appearance... But should they?
B'ella was obedient, precise, deadly, her teachers could see and feel the almost insane pleasure she felt every time she beat her opponents in training, every time she made them bleed and beg... Something so... Sadistic... Even for a Githyanki child, it was unusual to have such an appreciation for death and the ways of killing, but then again, they weren't going to get rid of such a dedicated and useful fighter like her just out of superstition.
Her adulthood was only accompanied by an insatiable hunger, B'ella could have had her uses in combat, an animal, a monster, but when her abilities began to affect other Githyanki they finally realized that having her there was no longer safe or suitable for Creche, so in a clear desperate act they tried to contain B'ella, they tried to tame the monster inside her... The Slayer, but that obviously didn't go as they expected and her sadistic, cruel and psychotic fury spread to everyone in that Creche. Every teacher, every warrior, doctor, student, child, egg, all murdered, torn apart in a bloody dance that spread throughout each hall and that was when she heard a voice, a small creature that praised her... A praise that she never found she was going to receive, I told her that there was a place where she could be who she really was, where she could know what it was like to have a family that truly admired her for what she did...
That male human, that Enver Gortash, intelligent man. Tasting Gortash, subduing him to her whims was satisfying, but her devotion was only to her creator, to her god, to her father, Bhaal... But everything had been thrown into the trash with the betrayal of that insolent child, that damned and jealous changeling who took her rightful place.
Waking up on a ghaik ship with no memories left her disconcerted, but her focus now was to get out of there and return to her people and achieve purification. Having someone as adept in battle as Lae'Zel made it easier since the rest of her companions with the exception of Karlach left the pale gith with disgust in her mouth regarding combat.
It wasn't so bad being around that bunch of big noses, they entertained her, they seemed to care about her dark desires, not just for them, but also for her? This was new, not even she remembered the last time she received any kind of help (literally)
Lae'Zel... Zhak vo'n'fynh duj... B'ella could barely understand what she felt, she could barely know what she felt, she didn't know or remember that feeling, but with Lae'Zel everything was clear. .. She was her world, her sword, her flame, the source of her joy...
Finding out that she wasn't a child of Gith broke her, even if she managed to hide it well, it destroyed her completely inside, knowing that the years she spent in her Creche, that her "egg", that her life, was a fake life designed by her "father". That wasn't for her, even if it once had been, now it wasn't... B'ella would no longer be a Bhaalspawn, now she would be a child of Gith and follow Orpheus and her beloved Lae'zel into battle against Vlaakith's tyranny
Some extra information about B'ella
Her memory was "reset" to her times at C'reche as soon as she lost her memories, before her dark impulses took over.
She has a strange habit of keeping a lock of her enemies' hair for no reason, she just likes to have a memory of good battles, but when the enemy wasn't good enough she just crushes his head (She has a lock of hair with her from the hair of Minthara/ Ketheric/ Raphael)
Even though she appears to be reserved and cold, B'ella is considered TOO romantic when she is with Lae'Zel and only Lae'Zel, only her source of joy can see B'ella that way
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Before The First Light
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Rating: T Word count: 884 words Tags: Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, nightmares, minor injuries, Steve Rogers needs a hug, (light?) angst
Written for @catws-anniversary || March 26 prompts: on your left, PTSD, endurance
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He’s running. 
Steve’s running so fast that even with the serum coursing through his veins, his lungs are starting to burn with the strain of exertion. He barely pays any attention to the bullets whistling past him, dodging and weaving to avoid them, almost just on instinct. It is on instinct. There isn’t much time to think about anything but getting out.
The place is a fucking maze though, so it’s taking longer than he’d planned.  So much for that damn song, he thinks, almost laughing at the irony. So much for being the man with a plan.
He presses on, through endless corridors twisting and turning, Hydra soldiers hot on his heels. Steve thinks that maybe they’ve finally figured it out, judging from the screaming and cursing. That he’s just a diversion so the other Howlies could go to work. 
By now, they’ve definitely set the place to blow.  By now, Steve should’ve made his way out. 
A bullet grazes his shoulder, but he tries to ignore the searing pain as he pushes himself harder, his heart hammering in his chest. 
Suddenly, he’s outside, the building exploding behind him. He’s hit with a blast of air, pressure, heat, but it just propels him forward faster. There’s still no time to think. 
There’s more cursing and shouting. This time it’s not in German though.
 It’s in a heavy Brooklyn accent, his favorite in all the fucking world. 
“Are you fuckin kidding me? Are you tryin’ to get blown to pieces? For fuck’s sake Rogers!!”
“Just brushing up on my German,” he yells back as he gets closer and closer to the source of the cursing and shouting. “You know, they’d call you an Arsch-”
“Don’t you even think ab- fuck, Stevie, watch out! Three at your 9 o’clock!” 
Steve twists and turns to the right, still running towards the treeline that Bucky is shouting at him from.  He doesn’t slow down or turn back - he’s made that mistake before and gotten an earful - as Bucky takes out the Hydra goons with his rifle.
He doesn’t slow down or turn back until he gets to Bucky’s position. That’s where he draws the line. Steve’s not ever going anywhere without him. 
By the time he comes to a stop, Bucky has taken care of the last stragglers, and Steve collapses against a tree. 
“Fuck.”
“Yeah, you can say that again,” Bucky grumbles as he drops down from a tree branch. “What the fuck?”
They start running again, side by side, Bucky on his left like always. There’s no benefit in sticking around. There might be more Hydra soldiers out there, and the other Howlies will definitely give them shit if they take much longer catching up to the group. 
“Hmm.”
“I was this close to coming in and dragging your ass out. Did we not have a plan?” 
“I was fine. I am fine, stop bitching, Buck.”
Bucky pushes his shoulder against Steve’s, and he winces. Of course, Bucky notices. “Fine, huh? I’m thinkin I should just tie myself to you so you don’t go runnin’ off making stupid ass decisions.”
“What makes you think I won’t do that with you tied to me?”
“Good point,” Bucky huffs. “You’d probably enjoy it, and then you’d just drag me int-”
The rest of his sentence gets cut off by a blood curdling scream. Steve’s heart stops. It’s Bucky. 
****
Steve jolts awake. 
He’s drenched in sweat, his senses still reeling. A little disoriented, he scans his dimly lit room, heart hammering against his ribcage, the image of Bucky lying motionless on the ground, blood staining the fabric of his uniform, still seared freshly into his mind.
It’s hard to ground himself. It seemed so real for a moment, like it was yesterday. But he’s not waking up in a tent in the French countryside, or on his cot back at SSR headquarters in London. He’s not waking up with-
He wakes up alone, in his DC apartment, and it’s never felt more suffocatingly small.  
With a heavy sigh, Steve swings his legs over the edge of his bed.  His muscles are protesting with the weight of exhaustion that still clings to him, but there’s no point in staying in bed. It’s not like he’s gonna get much more sleep now. He knows what images he’ll see if he closes his eyes.
Instead, he forces himself out of bed, switches out of his sweat-drenched clothes and into his running gear, and makes his way out of the apartment as quickly as he can. 
Running - ironically, given tonight’s dream - will help. Just to have a moment, an hour (or two) to not have to think, that’s all he needs. It doesn’t matter that it’s barely light out. He’ll be at it for a while. 
Maybe he'll try a different route today. Make his way south towards the Potomac, run a couple laps around the Mall before it’s run over with tourists.
Yeah, that’s what he’ll do. The sunrise over the Mall will make a pretty sight. Not enough to dislodge the dream still haunting him, but he doesn’t think anything ever will be. 
He doesn’t take much time to warm up, even if he knows he should. Soon enough, he’s running full speed.
He’s running. 
Steve’s running fast, but his lungs don’t burn. His heart, though. His heart aches.
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Harry doesn't have time for romance or finding an Alpha between balancing work, studying and looking after his daughter, Bella. Enter Louis Tomlinson who's a romantic sweet Alpha, determined to win the omegas heart and turns Harry's whole world upside down, making him question everything he's ever wanted and known.
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If Harry Styles thought he was going to have a peaceful winter while staying far away from the rake who lived across the street, he was sorely wrong on two fronts. A Victorian AU.
📖 Ace of Spades by @allwaswell16 (78k)
Living as a sheltered omega in a farming village has not prepared Harry for life aboard the most notorious pirate ship to sail the Atlantic. Or Louis is a pirate, Harry is his captive, and no one is who they say they are.
📖 Bikestrike by @thinlinez (68k)
What would you do if you saw someone riding your bike, which had been stolen weeks before, across campus? Omega Harry chose to show no mercy. He didn't know it would all lead him to his own demise.
📖 There You Are by @tiredtiredtzofiya (55k)
Prince Harold, youngest pup of the House of Lancaster, has a secret. Louis, a healer at the king’s court with a keen knowledge of plants and herbs, simply wishes to know the shy young prince better. When Harry, the heir loved by everybody yet needed by no one, takes ill after several arduous heats, lonely Louis is the one entrusted to care for him, and the resultant bond that forms between the two tests the limits of in sickness and in health.
📖 Angel Baby by @brightgolden (51k)
When Louis’ sugar-baby-turned-mate suddenly wanted a pup, he simply couldn’t say no to his bright-eyed omega. After all, who didn’t want a mini Harry running around the house? He should have known that it wasn’t all wonderful in the wonderland of baby making.
📖 Some Records Turnin’ by @ireallysawanangel (49k)
Harry is a soft alpha who owns a record store and Louis is a closeted singer omega masquerading as an alpha who randomly stumbles into Harry’s store.
📖 does it always end in heartbreak? by @onlythebravest (47k)
Life never plays out the way one wants it to and no one ever goes through it unharmed. A story of two relationships, two life stages and more than only two broken hearts.
📖 put a little love on me by @larrydoinglaundry (29k)
Two people who are always taking care of someone else’s needs while ignoring their own, just happen to cross paths.
📖 'cause I want you (for the worse and for the better) by @absoloutenonsense (26k)
When Louis gets invited along to Anne's wedding, Harry is prepared to let people think whatever they want about their relationship. That's what Louis said -- let people think whatever they want. That changes when Louis sees his ex, who turns out to be Anne's future husband's son. Now, Louis wants to prove that he's an omega that an alpha could want, and Harry wants to get through this weekend without letting his best friend figure out he's in love with him.
📖 Not Safe For Work by @greenblueish (23k)
the one where the boys work at Niall's fashion start-up 28 Programme Designs, and omega Louis has a lot of not safe for work thoughts about his colleague Harry, but little does he know that the alpha can read minds.
📖 Incandescent Love by @marchessa (21k)
the one where Alpha Louis is a world famous musician, who could get anyone he wanted, but instead he fell for a proper omega of high society. Too bad Harry shows no sign of wanting to settle down and start a family with him yet. The omega seems to be perfectly happy with their friends-with-benefits relationship. Louis is pining hard, and he might be running out of time when Harry’s father decides to start meddling with his only son’s future.
📖 Your Eyes Outshine the Town by @insightfulinsomniac (19k)
When a freak French snowstorm traps Harry's family in Paris, he's suddenly left flying home for a Christmas spent alone. However, everything changes after a chance encounter with an undeniably attractive, generous alpha who suggests that Harry join his family's Christmas celebrations. Against his better judgment, Harry agrees, and follows Louis back to Doncaster for the holidays. Little does he know, he'll not only become attached to the alpha, but to his entire family. Maybe his Christmas won't be as lonely as he expected. Complete and utter fluff ensues. Sappy Christmas tropes abound.
📖 Swap me for your shadow by @lunarheslwt (16k)
If Louis thought being in love with his best friend was a knife that continually twisted into his heart before, it was nothing compared to when Harry started to go around talking about having fallen for someone else. A 5+1 fic; 5 times Louis has to listen to Harry’s vague confessions of love for his ‘omega friend’ and the 1 time Louis snaps and confesses his love for Harry.
📖 The Room Thief by @2tiedships2 (12k)
When Louis comes home and is confronted by his knothead alpha flatmates, he knows it won’t result in anything good, but he didn’t expect to be left homeless, effective immediately. He definitely didn’t expect to fall for the specific knothead who stole his room.
📖 No (Birth) Control by @haztobegood (2k)
An unfortunate situation left Harry without contraceptives a day before his heat.
📖 Untraditional Rut by @dreamersdivin-headfirst (2k)
Ever since then, he figured out why he’s never enjoyed his traditional ruts. Because he’s not into the whole primal animalistic stereotype of alpha ruts. He’s into spanking and wax play.
📖 we don't fight fair by @hellolovers13 (2k)
Nothing like a little chase to start off Louis' heat.
📖 hey stupid, i love you by @enchantedlandcoffee (1k)
The one where self-proclaimed Valentine's Day hater, Louis, surprises his boyfriend on their first Valentine's together.
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Alright hear me out. Pythor x Overlord yaoi. Think about it. The only people the Overlord has really interacted with are yes-men he created to serve him, such as Kozu and Cryptor, or people he's manipulated after rescuing at a low point in their lives, so Garmadon and Harumi.
Pythor is different; He's someone wholly independent of the Overlord, who went out of his way to find and rescue him, totally of his own volition. The Overlord might not have even known Pythor existed up until they met. Others, the Overlord has had to control and take advantage of, but him and Pythor are always on the same track, there's no moral hesitation on his end. They have an evil laugh together, the Overlord outright tells Pythor that he likes him.
Of course Kozu and Cryptor do everything for the Overlord, they were made for that. Pythor CHOSE to be unconditionally loyal. He says he wants the Overlord as a means of revenge against the ninja, but he still took a bullet for the Overlord, which necessitated Zane's sacrifice. Maybe Pythor was more assured of the Overlord's ability to destroy the ninja than his own, and was willing to die for vengeance because what else does he have left?
He's an outcast by Serpentine standards; In the canon Pythor's Revenge book, part of his motives for stealing the BorgWatch ahead of its release was to impress his fellow Serpentine into letting him back in, but they don't. Everyone blames Pythor for nearly getting them killed, he's hated by his own kind now, and was evidently somewhat of a black sheep even amongst his own Anacondrai, who eventually did recognize him at the end of S4.
Does Pythor even know what he's doing with his life anymore, or is he just angry and bitter and looking for an outlet? Has he been driven twice mad, first by surviving the starvation and Donner Party cannibalism of his kind, and then burning inside of the Great Devourer? He was all alone after the Great Devourer, vulnerable and having to take care of himself.
Maybe he sees himself in the Overlord, someone considered an absolute monster with nobody else on his side, who just wants to lash out at the world. Maybe there's a kinship between the two, where Pythor gives him the helper he himself needed. Multiple times, he is the Overlord's savior, when usually it is the other way around between the Overlord and his found champion; There are times where HE is guiding the Overlord with advice, having a grounded, mortal perspective that he needs. The Overlord has had minions and pawns, but him and Pythor genuinely feel like an equal standing.
Don't you think it's kinda sus that the Overlord trusts Pythor more with his damaged condition, than the Nindroid he literally programmed to serve him? He knew Cryptor longer. But Pythor's willing, unconditional loyalty really is something else; I think the Overlord's never had a mortal choose to be on his side without coercion of some kind, so he's like his first real friend. The only person he actually respects enough to listen to; Someone the Overlord trusts to intimately hide in the body of, over any other mechanical means up until this point. Maybe he was just sick of robotic confines and wanted to feel flesh. But maybe…!
Cryptor is wary of Pythor and learning the Overlord really did trust this Serpentine more than his own creation is frustrating to him. He thinks they're both vying for paternal affection from the Overlord. On Cryptor's end, that is the case. But for Pythor, he, um. Fucked that old man.
In Crystalized, I kinda see the Overlord as replacing the twisted paternal role that Harumi tried to place Garmadon into. So in addition to any possibly objections over the mastermind of her parents' demise being on C.O.C.K., not only is the Overlord justifying it by explaining that Pythor is loyal, but also. Also he's his husband. Evil purple couple. By extension that makes Pythor her dad, her fourth dad. Harumi has to explain to Mr. F that Pythor fucked her dad.
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no friends in the industry.
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she's my collar. chapter six.
synopsis. familiar faces meet finally, and old friends become new enemies.
characters. bonten. chifuyu matsuno. kazutora hanemiya.
contains. this chapter focuses mainly on plot progression! threats of violence. some fluff. yes i changed the name of xjland. arguably ooc kazutora. a lot of pov changes.
disclaimer. the events depicted in this are works of fiction and are in no way, shape, or form glorifying or promoting them. this is not suitable for children. this work is for those 18 years of age and older.
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It’s been years since Mikey’s been on this side of town. This side is more…reputable. Domestic, if you’d prefer to call it that. Lined with quaint little eateries, longstanding book shops and music stores, it’s not a side of town that Mikey belonged in. His Bentley Bentayga stood out painfully against the backdrop of children running around chasing behind basketballs and frisbees, but none of the executives cared very much. With him he carried Sanzu, Ran, and Rindou. The others were off doing other tasks he’d issued them, Kakucho still occupying your time so at least he didn’t have you to worry about.
Briefly he wonders if you’d like to show him the things you bought after this. Something about the thought of you mindlessly babbling about shoes and shirts while he sits back in his office chair, half full glass of whiskey on ice in hand, dark eyes taking in your movements while his ears barely register the words you say calms him. Allows him to step out of the vehicle with a neutral look on his face, allows him to enter the pet shop without immediately making a beeline towards his current prime suspect and snap his neck in a blind, likely misguided fit of rage.
He’d think about your affect on him later. There were more important issues at hand.
The bell at the top of the door jingles, and in walks the four men. Luckily the store is seemingly quiet- aside from the barking and mewling of cats and dogs out back, smaller pets line the walls out front alongside arrays of treats, toys, and pet care. Mikey takes his time, shoving spindly fingers into his dark pockets, allowing sweaty tips to dry off against the expensive fabric. He blankly looks over the pets as he makes his way through the aisles, dark eyes trailing over the small animals, smiling at the little ones that look up at him curiously. He wonders if you’d like a pet; were you more of a dog or a cat person? Perhaps a rabbit? Maybe a hamster?
He doesn’t realize he defaults to thinking of you when he’s nervous until he hears a voice he didn’t think he’d hear again. The thought of your surprised expression at being presented with a bunny is enough to keep him grounded long enough to respond to the voice.
“Welcome to Redemption Pet Store! Are you just browsing or are you looking for anything specific?”
Redemption. He wonders which one of them came up with that name.
“Actually,” Mikey keeps his expression controlled and mentally braces himself to face the man he hasn’t seen since he was a kid. Since he got courted off to juvy, or jail, whichever it was, he hadn’t seen this man or heard much about him. Mikey didn’t even keep tabs on his old friends anymore, doing his best to allow them to live happily and freely without him. That was his full intent this whole time, not to drag anyone down in his world any longer, but apparently sometimes you couldn’t help the inevitable. Some people found their way back no matter how much you pushed them away.
Mikey turns his head, onyx irises finally meeting gold. He wishes the way bitter recognition immediately floods over his old friends’ face didn’t make some part of his cold heart ache. The black and blonde haired man’s smile falls, and with it, the corners of Mikey’s lips twitch up politely.
“Hi, Kazu. I’m looking for Chifuyu. Could you go get him for me?”
Mikey thinks if he told Kazutora he was here to kill them both the other man would’ve had a less terrified reaction. Kazutora blinks, examinine Mikey, wide eyes flickering back to the three brooding, suited men behind him. He distantly remembers them from his youth- the Haitani’s specifically. They’re dangerous, all of them are. And they’re running with Mikey now, the most nefarious man in the entire country. Who now stood in his pet shop asking for his best friend. Kazutora blinks, and then his eyes dart back to Mikey and he swallows.
“You better not-” His heart starts to slam against his chest anxiety welling beneath his pale skin. “W-What do you want with ‘Fuyu? He’s not- you better not hurt him-”
“Does it look like I’ve come to hurt anyone?” Mikey cuts him off with a clipped tone, and just like in Kazutora’s Toman days, he seals his mouth shut and gapes at the younger man. It’s amazing how influential Mikey was, to still have such a terrifying grip on those around him even if it’s been years since he’d last seen them. “I want to talk to him, that’s all. I have something to ask. Go get him for me.”
The tone of finality has the elder man turning on his heel to fetch the other owner. Mikey takes a moment to reel his thoughts in. His heels press into the soft soles of his sandals, shoulders slumping with a sigh. His eyes just roam over the small litter of puppies mewling in the corner, stumbling around the little display pen, when he hears a door shuffle closed followed by a set of footsteps. His ears perk up, shoulders rolling, pleased when he finds that the footsteps are a single set. Kazutora had enough sense not to come behind Chifuyu. Good boy.
A head of cropped black hair enters Mikey’s vision, with eyebrows slanted inwards and the tinge of a weary frown on his face. Mikey doesn’t allow the yearning of seeing his old executive and close friend to settle in, neutralizing his emotions immediately, allowing the hollowness to seep in.
“Mikey?” Chifuyu’s eyes dart between Mikey and his executives. “What are you… doing here?”
“Looking for you.” The shorter man says simply. Chifuyu blinks, full focus now on his friend. “It’s been a long time, Chifuyu.”
The dark haired man’s jaw twitches. “What do you want, Mikey?” His words come out a little strained, forced through gritted teeth. Mikey pays no mind, allowing himself to return to perusing the pets that tumble over each other in their pens. Sanzu, on the other hand, allows himself to raise an eyebrow. His hands remain stuffed into his coat, but gloved fingers tap against the detailed handle of his favorite dagger. All Mikey has to do is say the word. Maybe Chifuyu wouldn’t have a tongue to hiss at anyone again after Sanzu was done with him.
“A chat.” The blonde continues. He starts to walk slowly and Chifuyu makes way for him, briefly glancing at the three men that trail him. They look uninterested but he notices how Sanzu glances at Chifuyu on occasion. Chifuyu swallows at the growing lump in his throat before turning to his old friend. “Chat about what?”
“Do you still read those shōjo mangas?” Mikey doesn’t have to turn around to see the look on Chifuyu’s face. His beet red cheeks and wide eyes have been imprinted in Mikey’s mind since they were kids and they teased him about it. “You always gravitated towards the ones that made the man the hero.”
“Did you just come here to insult me, Mikey?” Chifuyu’s hands clench and unclench at his sides. “What, you don’t have anything better to do so you bully your old friends?”
“Watch your tone, pretty boy.” Sanzu says with faux casualty. The handle of the switchblade feels warm through his gloves. He turns to shoot Chifuyu a smile, scarred corners thinning and stretching as perfect, pearly white teeth show forth. “Unless you want to match scars with me.”
Mikey doesn’t allow Chifuyu to open his mouth again. “Do you still have that hero complex, ‘Fuyu?” The black haired man’s gaze snaps to Mikey at the sound of the old nickname. “Still want to be someone’s savior?”
It’s bitter. The words hang in the air for a moment, heavy implications intact. Memories shared between the two men drift to the forefront of their minds without consent, plaguing them with brief flashes, recollection of their youth. Images of their times together, of their lives together, of the circumstances that broke their friendships to pieces. Times when Chifuyu tried to feed his heroism, tried to satiate his need to save his friend, but the opposite happened. When Mikey refused his help and fell deeper into his self-actualized abyss.
“When are you going to realize that you can’t save anyone, Chifuyu?”
The heaviness that falls between them is thick, thick enough that the brothers behind them share a look and Sanzu’s head tilts to the side slightly in curiosity. He wonders what the other man will do, carefully watching his movements.
Chifuyu’s hands twitch. They clench into a fist, knuckles whitening rapidly, shaking under the strength of his hold to the point where thin veins pop out against his skin. He blinks as the pressure of blood rush in his ears. For a second the old anger he had flares up, the anger that boiled for years after Mikey left, rage that accumulated as a result of loss, guilt, shame, and betrayal. It’s anger that he can’t afford to unleash, not not when he’d be overpowered so easily. It’d be his final death sentence, one he couldn’t come back from this time. So, instead, he swallows.
“What do you want, Mikey?”
Mikey ponders for a moment. What did he want? Well, that was a loaded question with answers that Mikey knew Chifuyu didn’t have. He wanted lots of things. But, at this very moment, he wanted Chifuyu to remain alive.
“There’s a girl.” Mikey begins, turning to the display case filled with puppies. He stretches his hand down, allowing the small animals to lick and nip at his fingertips. “She has a tattoo on her back. You know her.”
Chifuyu’s mind immediately runs to you. He can’t, and doesn’t bother to hide away the alarm that enters his voice. “Don’t touch her. What are you trying to do with-”
Mikey doesn’t bother hearing the man out. “Stay away from her, Matsuno.”
Chifuyu doubles back. Matsu- Who the fuck- “Excuse me?”
“I didn’t stutter.” Mikey’s hint of a smile is gone now. He doesn’t pull away from the animals but he doesn’t have to, ice frosting over the brittle darkness of his voice. “Stay away from her if you know what’s good for you. I won’t hesitate to have you killed if you don’t follow instructions.”
Chifuyu’s jaw tightens. His lips curl into his mouth for a second, one testing second, before his fists flex and he’s snapping his tongue from the roof of his mouth. “You don’t have a say in what I do in my free fucking time, Manjiro-”
His words cut short immediately, as does his breathing. He locks it in his chest and it stays there, the rise of his diaphragm stopping mid inhale. His jaw snaps shut and twitches again but his eyes follow suit. A smart decision on his part, Sanzu thinks, pressing the flat, cool blade of his dagger into the soft junction between Chifuyu’s neck and jaw. The pinkette leans down, long painted fingers wrapped around the front of the smaller man’s neck. He leans down to his ear, minty breath hitting against the red-tinged hull, pulling Chifuyu’s body into his chest.
“You don’t listen very well do you?” Sanzu hums. “Or do you have the memory retention of a fucking pigeon? I said to watch your goddamn mouth, you fucking mutt.”
“God, don’t kill him in front of the kittens. They’re too innocent for this.” Ran laments, a dry sentiment that falls on deaf ears. Chifuyu opens his eyes reluctantly, in time to see Mikey pull away from the pen. He wipes his hand on a rag hung over the edge of the case, turning on his heel and slowly walking towards Chifuyu.
“Don’t make this any harder than it has to be.” Mikey’s eyes are hardened over with a depth no one can wade through. “Stay away from her. Stay away from her apartment. Stay out of her life. Anybody asks you about her, tell them you never saw her. If you want to be somebody’s hero so bad, then be her hero and leave her alone.”
There’s a tense moment shared between the two men. Hard, steeled over eyes that stare one into another, set jaws and stony faces. Mikey’s words are oaths, promises. His visit to Chifuyu was that of mercy- Chifuyu has no doubt that had he been anyone else, Mikey wouldn’t have bothered letting the man off with a warning. There’s a glimmer of the man he once knew swimming down in the depths of Mikey’s heart, some innate consciousness that Chifuyu should be appreciative of- it was the only reason Sanzu didn’t get the order to see how dark Chifuyu’s blood ran yet. But there’s also something else, another emotion seemingly foreign to Mikey, something he doesn’t think he’s ever witnessed on the man in all their twenty-something odd years of living.
That emotion causes Chifuyu’s blood to boil darkly, pinning his mouth shut while Mikey has the audacity to offer him something resembling a smile. “It looks like you’ve understood. We’ll be leaving now.”
Sanzu retracts his blade, pressing it shut and throwing it back in his pocket. “Good boy. I wasn’t planning on ruining my suit this early anyways.”
“Say hello to Kazutora again for me, ‘Fuyu.” Mikey calls out as he departs. He walks out casually, hands still in his pockets, dead eyes still unmoved and unshaken. But he’d be a fool if he didn’t notice the look in Chifuyu’s eyes back there. Chifuyu liked you, and something about that revelation made Mikey’s rage simmer more than the prospect of simply being acquainted with you.
He swallows down the poisonous feeling of jealousy when they cross back into the car, Sanzu taking over the driver’s seat, the Haitani’s filing into the back. “That went well.” Rindou hums, rapping his blunt nails on the arm rest. “Think he got the message?”
“If he’s smart he did.” Ran remarks. “Think he’s smart?”
Sanzu snorts dryly, switching the car on. One hand wraps around the steering wheel, the other arm propping itself on the windowsill, thumb and index coming to cup his chin. “Think he’s stupid enough to pretend he isn’t.”
“Keep eyes on him.” Mikey says, eyes unfocused and hazed over in thought. “Track his phone. He may try something.”
“Yes, sir.” Ran’s on his phone immediately, contacting whomever to complete Mikey’s orders. Sanzu glances at Mikey briefly before returning to the road, the questions and opinions left to fester on his tongue until they got back to the office.
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When they do arrive at the building, everybody breaks off into their tasks for the day. Mikey returns to his office and Sanzu follows, the Haitani’s going off to deal with tracking Chifuyu. Sanzu trails after his boss, eyebrows just barely pinched inwards. He waits until Mikey settles into his chair, both of them completing the usual ritual after an outing: Sanzu shutting the door and immediately crossing over to the marble counter on the opposite wall, plopping one singular large cube of ice from Mikey’s mini fridge into an awaiting class, pouring Mikey his whiskey and placing it in front of him. He waits, moving back over to close the expensive bottle shut, waiting until the cup drags lightly against the wooden table, an indication that Mikey’s picked it up.
“Forgive me for asking, Mikey, but are you alright?”
The shorter man raises an eyebrow, cup grazing his lip. “Why do you ask?”
“Because,” Sanzu pauses, placing the bottle down. “I haven’t seen you that serious in years. You don’t get worked up over much any more, but I almost thought you’d take the knife away from me and finish him off yourself.”
Mikey takes a long moment before he responds. He blinks, cold glass gently pressing against his lips, and he takes the second to sip at the cool, strong liquid. Pink muscle runs along the bottom lip as he finishes, pulls away, and swirls the liquid around in the glass. His eyes still seem distant, deep in thought. “Maybe I would’ve.”
Sanzu crosses his arms and leans against the counter. “Because of the girl?”
Another moment. Another sip. Ice clinks against the walls of the glass. “Because of the girl.”
“This is unlike you, Mikey. You’re not one to get beside yourself, especially not that easily.” Mikey’s sipping again, ignoring the burn of the drink. His face twists by impulse as he sets the glass down. “You don’t lose yourself easily anymore.”
“I know,” He sighs. “But she just…” He takes a moment to find the correct words to say, but in the end, he feels almost juvenile in his explanation.
“I don’t know. There’s something…different about her. I can’t explain it.” Mikey blinks. “It’s scary, almost. The things she does to me without even trying.”
Sanzu studies the man sitting in front of him. “Is it that you like her?”
Mikey takes another moment.
“There’s a possibility.”
Mikey’s heavy office door opens and in steps the topic of their conversation. You, trailed by Kakucho, different sized bags from every department and designer store you could think of carried in both your hands (moreso Kakucho’s- Mikey didn’t anticipate he’d let you lug all that up here on your own). There’s a wild look in your eyes, carefree and exhilarated, glinting with your signature charm that brings ease to Mikey’s shoulders. He finds the right corner of his mouth softly moving upwards at the sight of you.
“We’re back.” Kakucho breathes out with a sigh. “Never going to the strip again in my life.”
“You’re just upset that the old lady wouldn’t rest until you gave her your number.” There’s light in your voice that Mikey wishes to hear more of. Your eyes trail between the two men and a small pout forms on your delicate lips. “O-oh, was I…interrupting something?”
Sanzu speaks up immediately, pushing off of the counter. “No, not at all. I was just about to leave actually.” He excuses himself without a word, and Mikey turns to address Kakucho.
“I take it everything went well?” It’s unspoken. He wants to know if there’s anything he should be alerted about. Thankfully, Kakucho nods without jagged hesitation. Mikey hums. “Good. Thank you, Kaku. You can leave us alone now.”
And then there were two.
Mikey’s gaze is heavy. You find yourself shuffling from heel to heel, silently praying one of the stilettos doesn’t give out and send you toppling over to the ground. He takes your now bashful presence in slowly. His eyes roam over your figure, over the pretty white milkmaid top and flared jeans that accentuated your body. He makes a mental note to purchase more of those shirts, finding that he liked them on you a bit much.
“Did you have fun?” Mikey asks, pleased at the way you look up at him through your lashes. You bite the inside of your jaw, glossed lips pushing out softly. “Mhm,” You hum, and then you’re gasping and patting over your pockets. “Oh! Before I forget!” He watches, two fingers sliding into your back pocket. You’re walking towards him, heels clicking soft against the floor, and he’s watching you like his own personal divinity, shining when you stand close and hold your hand out. There’s his card, placed between your fingers, and Mikey’s slightly confused why he likes this sight so much.
“Your card.” You breathe, other hand swiping against the side of your jeans. “Thanks, again. I really appreciate it.”
“You’re welcome.” He says, taking the card away from you. He tests the weight of the words forming on his tongue for a moment, and then he’s acting on his impulse. “But,” he begins. You stand still, frozen, adrenaline making your skin buzz in anticipation as you watch his actions. He doesn’t make a move to put it in his wallet, instead reaching around your waist. You feel his fingers brush against your hips and you gasp shortly in surprise when you feel his thumb press into your back, feeling of the square plastic sliding back into the pocket you just pulled it out of. Your eyes trail up and you meet him already staring up at you, studying your reaction tenaciously. Both of you fail to remember the importance of breathing, too wrapped into the splendour of each other and the delicacy of the moment to care.
“Keep it. You probably have better use for it than I do.”
Your heart thumps wildly against your chest. He tries to ignore the way the swell of your breasts visible over the cut of your top bounces gently. You blink, breathing out, “Think so?”
“Yeah.” He says softly, automatically. “You do.”
And Mikey’s pleased again when you don’t fight against him, instead just nodding without complaint. “Okay.”
He wishes he didn’t like you as much as he was beginning to.
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The executives of the Blood Angels wearily glance down at Hiroto, each man wearing their concern hardened on their faces in different ways. Most didn’t know what they were more concerned about; their vice being trapped, bedridden for the time being, or Hiroto’s reaction to the news of it all. Possibly the latter, because for once, the loud, buff, burly, brooding man was silent. Unmoving since he got the news, sat at his desk with hardened, unreadable eyes staring down at his rings. Fat fingers twitch, the first movement he’s made in hours, and all the men in the room share a collective look before looking back at him. He inhales deeply, dark, and then comes his voice, low with bass that rumbles through every eardrum in his proximity, sinking into the dark walls of the conference room.
“Bonten.” He says. The other men make no move to question him, waiting until he speaks again to provide context. He takes a moment, a slow-moving, tense moment, before a dry chuckle just barely sounds low in the room. “Message received.”
“A-Are we-” Takuya, his number three, clears his throat. “What’s our next move, sir? They know our original plan, there isn’t much we can do.”
The advisor, Yamagishi, agrees. He pushes his rimmed glasses up his nose and opens the folder sat in front of him. “Chonbo was forced to tell them everything he knows. They know that we planned to advance on either Hanma or Mikey himself- Bonten’s guard is up now, there’s no crossing that barrier. Finding Hanma is like finding an urban legend, no one’s heard from him in years.” Yamagishi licks his lips. “I think it would be wise to lie low while Chonbo is in recovery. That way, we can move in when Bonten’s guard is down. In the meantime we gather intel and-”
“No.”
Yamagishi blinks, scorching ice running over his neck. He glances wearily at his superior. “No?”
“No.” Hiroto shakes his head. His hands, previously steepled, curl over each other. He presses down the knuckles of the left hand until they crack in unison. “We’re not waiting for Chonbo to recover. He’s not going to recover.”
“What do you mean he’s not-”
“Chonbo is a traitor now.” He says simply, stress of anger laced in his tone. “He gave away our information to a known enemy- willingly, at that. He’s no longer a Blood Angel.”
There’s an implication in his tone that makes the breaths of the executives hitch. Akkun is the one who dares to speak. “Boss, you’re going to kill Chonbo?”
The larger man’s eyes trail to Kita. He’s silent, and then he speaks. “Yes.”
It’s easy to forget just how cutthroat the life they chose to lead was. You spend so much time with people, so much time around your colleagues that you forget the vow you made. Your life was sealed away with uncertainty, and those who forgot their promises were reminded in the harshest ways. Glamour was paid for by blood, and those who forgot their place would be reminded of their fate. An air of somberness fell over the room, the veil of invincibility pulled away. At the very core of any gang there was one common rule, one rule that nobody could run away from.
Traitors must pay.
“Chonbo’s of no use to us now.” Hiroto begins. His hardened gaze is steeled over, unreadable to any emotion behind them. He looks over his team, his colleagues, and a piece of his heart aches. But Hiroto’s a leader first, and leaders don’t get that title being lenient with the rules they hold in high regard. However, Chonbo was one of them. Most importantly, his best friend, done an injustice by an enemy that’d caused him so much trouble over the past few days. So, Hiroto presses on. “But his death won’t be in vain. We’ll avenge him.”
The words make everyone’s heads lift. Hiroto’s tone remains steady and firm, and more importantly, sure. “Bonten’s forced our hand. I wanted to be political, deal with this like men, but they’ve forced our lead. So, we’ll give them what they want. Starting with the girl.”
“How do you plan to do that?” Yamagishi’s eyebrows pinch. “The girl’s untouchable.”
Kiyomasa huffs from the opposite side of the table, pushing the butt of his cigar into an ashtray. “Do we still have eyes on her?”
Takuya leans back into his chair, crossing tattooed arms over his chest. “Our men have been combing surveillance on every camera within city limits, nothing yet.”
“She’ll show.” Hiroto hums. “She’s a woman, she has needs. Not to mention she has no business in Bonten prospects- they’ll have to let her out of whatever facility she’s in at some point. Keep searching. But we have another outlet, someone else we can use to get to her.”
At this, every man in the room raises an eyebrow, curiosities peaked collectively. “Who?”
Hiroto presses his left hand into the knuckles of the right,flexing downwards until a satisfying crack rings in the room. His eyes stare straight ahead, still unreadable, masking thought that swarms his flooded brain. His eyebrow twitches for a split second, and then, a smirk slowly pulls on the right corner of his face.
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“Chifuyu?”
Chifuyu paces around the back room of the pet shop restlessly. His hands shake- really, his whole body shakes. In fear, in fury, Kazutora assumes a mix of both. The streaked blonde looks at his best friend wearily, unease settling in the pit of his stomach. His mouth goes dry and he has to swallow at his throat when Chifuyu finally opens his mouth to speak.
“The fucking audacity of him. The fucking audacity of him!” Kazutora flinches when Chifuyu’s voice raises, but the latter doesn’t notice. “He- he’s selfish, so fucking selfish, still only concerned about what he wants and nothing else. It’s insane! It’s like he never fucking grew up.”
A lithe, bony hand comes up to rub at the back of Kazutora’s neck. “M-maybe you should listen to him, ‘Fuyu. He’s not…” He pauses. “Not the Mikey we used to know.” Inwardly, he flinches. Of course it’s a revelation he’s come to terms with over the years, but the shock of coming out of juvy to find your friend group and gang you’d run with for years disbanded because of it’s leader’s selfishness would never really wear away. Moreso, Kazutora learned to become accustomed to it. Didn’t mean it doesn’t hurt when he’s faced with that cold reality, such as now. Chifuyu scoffs bitterly, running his hand over the sides of his mouth, dragging it down his chin.
“You think I don’t know that by now, Kazu?” He spits out with a cold laugh. “Fucker came in my store like he owns the goddamn place. Him, and that pink haired fuck of a lapdog he’s got running after him.”
Chifuyu seethes to himself when he thinks of Sanzu holding that blade to his chin again. Kazutora, who’d seen the entire ordeal over the cameras, swallows before he speaks again. “Just- whoever she is, ‘Fuyu, leave her alone. She’s not worth this.”
Not worth this? First of all, Chifuyu’s confused as to how you’d even gotten mixed up with the likes of Bonten. With the likes of him. He’s shaking his head absentmindedly, bright eyes steeling over by the second. “No, I can’t. I can’t let him have her. She’s- she’s mine, not his, he can’t just take what’s mine and expect me to lie down like some dog and let him.”
He’s burning inside. What was Mikey’s business with you? Chifuyu was sure it wasn’t something Bonten related, not by the way Mikey was reacting. Or maybe it was. Maybe that tattoo had finally gotten you in the trouble he knew it’d get you in. He thought the extent of your issues would just be with Hiroto. Hiroto, Chifuyu could deal with. He’d talked to Hiroto with full intentions to divert his attention until Chifuyu could get his hands on him and end that man’s petty life himself. Truth be told, if Hiroto was a problem for Bonten, had Mikey waited another day or so he wouldn’t have been an issue anymore. Chifuyu was secretly plotting ever since he’d learned about the raid on your apartment the day before. He’d find out who you found refuge in after the imminent threat was rid of.
But now, now Hiroto wasn’t much of a threat anymore. An opportunity, maybe. A means to an end. What was it that Mikey wanted with you? Was it possible that Mikey felt the same way about you that Chifuyu did, too? It was unlikely- this was Mikey. Mikey, who’d never been in a romantic relationship in his life, who lost his ability to care about anyone except himself. He wouldn’t- he couldn’t suddenly care for you. He didn’t have the emotional intelligence or mental capacity to handle something as complex as feelings for another person.
But there was that look in his eyes. That tense, heavy, warning look, accompanied by the same tension in his voice. Tension that didn’t appear in a man who cared for a woman. Mikey saw Chifuyu’s fight, understood the reasoning behind Chifuyu’s actions, and challenged it. That’s not something someone does unless they feel the same way.
He fishes his phone out of his pocket and blindly dials the number that called him the day prior- your number. It doesn’t even ring, shrill notes of the dial tone flooding the speaker, automated message soon after. The number you have dialed is out of service. He starts to see red.
Mikey likes you. The revelation makes Chifuyu’s blood boil hot underneath his skin. He’s livid. Mikey likes you too. And you belong to Chifuyu.
“‘Fuyu?” Kazutora blinks, watching the other man dial another number. “What are you doing?”
“Calling someone.” Chifuyu rubs his chin. “Someone who can help fix this.”
“What?” Kazutora’s brows furrow. “Did you not- Mikey told you to back off.”
“I know that, Kazu. Mikey can kiss my ass.”
“‘Fuyu, you could get killed.”
There’s desperation in Kazutora’s voice. Surely Chifuyu wouldn’t throw his life away like this, right? Mikey wasn’t forgiving- in a way, he never really was, he just opted to move past it. He’s unhinged now, he operates with reckless abandon and null of care for the people he once knew. He’d kill Chifuyu. He would actually kill the man. Hadn’t they been through enough?
Chifuyu sucks in a breath. He knows this, of course he knows this. But he was tired of allowing Mikey to walk all over whoever he pleased. Tired of letting him have his way. Tired of failing when he should keep fighting. Tired of losing to the likes of Mikey.
“I know.” His voice is shaky but determined. He doesn’t make a move to hang up the phone. After two, three, four rings, the voice on the other end of the line picks up. “Hello?”
“Hiroto.” Chifuyu breathes out. “I have some information you’ll be interested in.”
Kazutora’s heart drops. Hiroto, on the other end of the line, raises an eyebrow. Chifuyu’s timing is impeccable, Hiroto still sat in the conference room with his executives, having mentioned the man’s name not too long ago. “Oh, really? About who?”
Chifuyu seals his fate with his next words.
“About the girl.”
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Mikey retreats from your body slowly. His thumb twitches; he’s eager to wrap his hand around your waist, feel the warm skin under the hem of your shirt. But that’s inappropriate for this moment. He’d tested his luck long enough.
“I have,” He glances down at the way you shiver. Was it from the temperature of his office or from him? He forced himself not to dwell on it for long. “I have some work to finish up, so someone else will be taking care of you today.”
Your hands come up to rub your arms, goosebumps rising under your sleeves. Mikey’s fingertips ghost at your sides and your toes curl in your sandals. “Someone..else?”
“Yes.” He says, and suddenly you’re reminded of your circumstances. You were harbored as evidence of something, not because the powerful man sat in front of you liked you. The thought is enough to pull you back down to earth from your cotton dreams and fantasies, prompting you to hold your arms closer to yourself. Mikey’s attention turns towards his desk, far too many folders and papers littering the dark wood. “Takeomi and Amara will be here for you shortly.”
Takeomi and Amara. Briefly, images of the two cross your mind. Takeomi, the tall man with blonde streaking both sides of his head who spoke to you in gentle tones, and Amara, the woman who ripped into you, only to treat you with the same gentleness when her findings deemed you innocent. Suddenly you’re aware of the mark on your back again, and subconsciously a hand twitches, moving up your arm to rest near its residence. “Did you…the tattoo..” You pause for a moment to find your words. “Is it…what’s it so important for?”
Mikey ponders for a moment. He could go into depth, tell you things you’d have a hard time believing, but there’s no use for that. You weren’t a part of Bonten. You weren’t gang affiliated, at that. His business had nothing to do with you, and it included the meaning behind that tattoo.
“If you’re lucky, nothing at all.”
It’s unsatisfying, but Mikey’s demeanor allows no further room for inquiry. A part of you marvels at his countenance, at the way he’s able to be somewhat soft, yet switch so quickly. You watch as he calls out to whomever was at the other side of the door. Takeomi, they identify. They’re here to collect you, just as Mikey said. He allows them permission to enter, and when you pick your head up, you meet the dark, warm eyes and thick, curly blue hair that you’d become accustomed to seeing almost every day now.
“Ready to go?” Amara beams. She tucks her hands in her pockets, ignoring a softly grunting Takeomi as he picks up all the bags you brought up. “Heard you went shopping, maybe we can have a little fashion show, yeah?”
It’s hard to believe this was the same woman threatening to kill you a few days ago.
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It’s even more hard to believe that she was such a jovial person otherwise.
“Oh, where’d you get that? I’ve been looking for a maxi dress like that for ages, that looks so good on you! Do a spin, let me see!”
Amara’s perched on her bed, sitting on her knees as the contents of your bags lay scattered all around her room. You stand in front of the closet (walk-in closet at that), bashful as you spin in the newest dress she had you wriggle your way in. “Uh, Balenciaga, I think?”
Amara’s eyes are dazzling when you meet her again. “It’d pair so well with the Bottega shoes you got- the white ones! Go put them on, you’ll see what I mean.”
You shuffle to the ottoman in the corner, all the shoes you got piled right next to it. Picking out the set in particular she referred to, you busied yourself with pulling them on. There’s a soft knock on the bedroom door as you do, and you look up in time to see Takeomi peeking his head in.
“You two doing alright in here?” He asks, and while you go to assure him that you’re fine, Amara’s raising an eyebrow after you.
“It’d do you some good to offer her a drink, y’know.” Her tone is playful as she shifts on the bed, folding her legs to sit criss-crossed. “You’re a terrible host, Akashi.”
His eyes move towards her and match the playful glint she wears so proudly. His lips twitch upwards, and he chuckles softly. “You’re right.” He calls to you, waiting until your head perks up in acknowledgement. “Would you like anything to drink?”
“Uh,” You don’t have the chance to begin before Amara’s tutting again. “Didn’t even tell her the options. Sweetheart, do you drink wine?” You nod, and she turns back to Takeomi, who is already looking at her with a smirk on his face. “We’ll have wine then. There’s a bottle of Pinot Noir in the cupboard- bring it with two glasses.”
“As you wish, princess.”
Your eyes flit between the two and you have to force yourself to swallow back a giggle, knowing look crossing over your features. Amara scrunches her nose playfully, and when Takeomi quietly exits, her gaze returns to you. You both meet eyes and her eyebrow raises. “What?”
“Nothing!” You say quickly, but there’s a giggle in your voice that you can’t quite hide. The darkskinned woman squints, crossing her arms over her chest. “You know, I thought you knew by now that lying doesn’t work on me.”
“You and Takeomi seem pretty close.” You hum, shoving your foot in the other shoe. “That’s all.”
Amara shrugs. “We work for the same gang, of course we’re close.”
“Not that kind of close.” Shoe on, you sit up straight. “Then what kind of close are you implying?”
Did she need you to spell it out? Or was she just playing coy? You take a brief glance at her, at the way she fidgets in her seat, the smile teasing her pretty face. There’s a blush written all over her features that you don’t need to see the color of to identify. She definitely knows. You raise an eyebrow at her knowingly. “The kind of close you get when you’re dating somebody.”
Her eyes widen almost comically and she fakes a dramatic gasp. “I’m not dating him!”
“Amara.” You deadpan, crossing your arms over your chest. “I may not be you, but I can spot a blatant lie when I see one.”
Debatable, because you couldn’t spot the fraud Shuji was, but thankfully the other woman was too busy being bashful to call you out on that. She stammers for a few seconds, avoiding your eyes, but one look at your face and she’s melting all over herself. “Okay, fine. We might be dating.”
“Might?”
“Okay, we are. We are dating.” She breathes, and there’s a softness that crosses over her that makes you coo. She kisses her teeth and shakes her head, waving you off with a roll of her eyes. “Shut up! Don’t go telling anyone, we’re keeping it a secret right now.”
“You two are cute together.” You smile. They are, and judging by Amara’s very, very painfully obvious attraction to the man, they worked well with each other. A question starts to burn at the back of your tongue and you’re asking it before you have the chance to dwell on it for long. “How do you deal with him?”
“Hm?” She’s folding her arms over her knees and rests her chin on top of them. “What do you mean?”
“Like,” And suddenly you’re the fidgeting one, picking at the hem of your dress until she barks at you to stop doing that otherwise you’ll ruin the seam. “He’s busy and constantly in danger all the time. He has to be secretive sometimes too, I’m guessing, because of business or whatever. How do you cope with that?”
Amara thought she was the obvious one. Your feelings couldn’t be painted more clearer on you if you picked up a paint brush and illustrated it yourself. It’s what made you so easy to read, and when you were in a business that required you to deal with liars and manipulators every day, your shamelessness was a breath of fresh air. No wonder Mikey took such a liking to you. In a way, Amara sees herself in you.
She takes a second, her eyes watching how you’d subconsciously console yourself. Your gaze fell to the plush pink carpet on the floor, to your toes that you got redone (Kakucho said Mikey would be okay with it), to the cushioned pattern of the shoes you wore. She’s smiling again, chuckling softly to herself.
“He comes home,” She begins, drawing your attention back up to her. “And he kisses me on my cheek, and my nose, and my chin. And then we make dinner, which is mainly me chopping up veggies and whatever else he asks me to while he’s doing the actual cooking. When we’re done we eat on the couch because it’s more comfortable and so he can watch those stupid sports highlights he likes so much.”
“He’s into sports?” She giggles. “Yeah. He’s obsessed with basketball and football. Favorite teams are the Spurs and 49ers. He’s in hell right now.”
Both of you share a laugh. The domesticity of it is revealing. It’s simple, calm, mundane, wildly different than their actual day to day lives. A part of you would almost think they wouldn’t like something so humdrum, but the gentle ease of a glow on her features confirms the contrary. “That’s how.” Your eyebrows pinch in and your head tilts softly. She recognizes your confusion and only smiles wider.
“It’s worth it.” She rests her cheek on her forearm. “All the stress of what we choose to do doesn’t matter at the end of the day. He comes home to me, and it’s all worth it.”
Amara wonders about you. How did Hanma treat you? Did he love you? You loved him, or maybe you still do. It was clear as day on your face back in the interrogation room, the raw, unfiltered pain of being lovelorn drawing jagged across your soul. Lovelorn and destined for death, marked by the man you gave your all to, only for him to disappear from your life without a second thought. She wonders if that’s why you asked- did you miss him, too? Wait up for hours on end when he left, hoping he was safe, praying he’d return to you? Was that why you were asking? She examines your demeanor again. Your hands pull at each other, your bottom lip pulled between your teeth.
Or was it because of someone else?
“He hurt you, didn’t he?”
You didn’t have to look up at her to know what she was referring to. You smile, a bit bitterly, and nod. “Yeah, he did.”
“Men like him,” She begins, taking a moment to piece together her thoughts. “I’m not gonna tell you they’re one in a million, because unfortunately, they happen a lot. Guys are assholes and they break your heart, and chances are they don’t care about it afterwards either. They suck.”
“Yeah,” You breathe out a sour laugh, watery words garbling in your throat. The backs of your eyes sting and you blink. “Yeah, they do.”
Amara smiles pitifully. She’s been there, she knows how you feel. She’s shuffling out of the bed as you press the heels of your hands into your eyes, crossing to squeeze onto the seat and wrap her arms around you. You sniffle, apologizing, but she shushes you, resting her warm cheek onto your shoulder. She smells like brown sugar and honey and the scent helps to calm you down, paired with her soft hands that rub soothing patterns into your skin.
“They do, but someone better always comes along. Someone who makes you forget about everything that’s happened before, makes you forget the names of the men who’ve wronged you. Someone comes, and they exceed your every standard, push past every obstacle, do everything in their power to put a smile on your face and keep it there. Someone comes along, and they come home to you. They help you take off your shoes after a long day and massage your ankles while you yammer on about the stupidest of things, like how the local grocery store ran out of red onions on the one day you absolutely needed red onions.” She grins when you giggle softly, sniffling in between. “Someone comes along, and they make everything worth it again.”
A part of you feels childish and pathetic, but that’s what heartbreak does to some people. Especially the heartbreak that you’re forced to relive after trying so long to get over it. You turn to look at her, red rings around your irises but half a smile on your face. “You think my someone is gonna come along?”
Amara doesn’t even have to think about it. “I think he already has.”
Your brows furrow, confusion all over your face. Was she about to tell you what she was thinking? Of course not. Instead, she giggles to herself and pats your shoulder.
“Don’t worry, you’ll figure it out soon.”
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Chifuyu. Of all the people in Tokyo you’d find to befriend, it had to be Chifuyu. One of the few people on this earth Mikey did his best to actively avoid crossing paths with. What a woman of wonders you are.
Mikey scours through the papers strewn across his desk, screenshots of surveillance footage, Chifuyu’s figure seen exiting your apartment the morning you got ambushed. He checks the time stamp on them. 05:32:08. He searches for the snapshot of his entrance and checks the time there. 00:04:19. You were dropped off at your residence sometime after 11 that night. He checks your phone records- no calls made, but a text sent to his number at 11:43. Chifuyu arrives twenty minutes later and leaves five hours later. Mikey chooses not to think of what he was doing there- the possibilities should’ve been vast, but the sinking, definitive feeling in his chest had already guessed what Chifuyu’s business with you was. It makes his skin crawl in annoyance. His guess was right all along. Chifuyu did have feelings for you. This only cemented it.
Did you have feelings for him too?
Mikey’s door opens suddenly, but if the white-haired man was startled by it, he makes no effort to show it. His eyes stay glued onto his papers. “You knock before you enter my office. You should know better.”
Whoever it is, their shoes tap against the floor, the sound stopping in front of Mikey’s desk. Mikey can see a pair of familiar purple striped trousers above the paper. “What do you want, Sanzu? I assume this is urgent.”
“It is.” He breathes. Mikey looks up at him fully from above the glasses perched on his nose, lowering the paper onto the desk. Sanzu looks manic in a way, eyes widened, his mullet blown out with how fast he’d ran over to Mikey’s office. He swallows, and a hand comes up to comb his hair out of his face. “You’re not going to like this.”
Oh? Mikey raises an eyebrow to urge the man to continue. Sanzu takes a breath, his other hand ducking into his pocket, wrapping around the pill container to ground himself. Inwardly he’s cursing the Haitani’s. This is their unit’s fuck up after all, why was it Sanzu’s responsibility to be the bearer of bad news? Probably because Mikey would quicker kill them than Sanzu, but that’s not the point here. He takes a once over of his boss’s face, hoping the neutrality on it would stay when he delivered the news. His thumb taps against the cap on his container, and his mouth opens to say the words that run Mikey’s blood hot and cold at the same time.
“Chifuyu’s gone cold.”
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sokkastyles · 3 days
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Thanks for answering my ask.... If you don't mind me asking (again), what do you think are Zuko and Katara’s greatest personality strengths and weaknesses? Why? What do you love about their dynamic? Sorry if you've answered these questions before.....
Well, I'll break this question up so it's easier to answer.
First of all, Katara's greatest strength. I would have to say it's her love for others. Katara cares so much about the world around her, and it's often both her greatest strength and her greatest weakness. Which is often true with well-written characters, btw. Katara's caring is what drives her, and what motivates her. Katara loves the world and always wants to see the best in others, and will do what she can to help others. This is both a strength and a weakness because it also means she sometimes has impossibly high standards, both for other people and herself. Katara always wants to see the best in others, but that means she is frequently finding herself disappointed when that best doesn't materialize. She is driven to make the world better, but that means she often runs up against the most painful parts of it and gives so much of herself with very little return.
Zuko's strength is his determination. Once he puts his mind to something, he will go after it with single-minded force. As his Uncle says, he is an idealist with a pure heart, but it took a while for him to be able to listen to that heart. The downside of being an idealist is the tunnel vision that can come from the single-mindedness of following an ideal, especially if it's someone else's ideal that you're trying to follow. The other downside of being an idealist is that sometimes idealists have a hard time viewing the world as it is vs how they think it should be. I think Zuko at the beginning of his narrative was a good example of the conflict that comes from such a personality. He had trouble reconciling his ideals with the reality of the war, and reconciling what he believed was right with what was expected of him, reconciling who he thought his father was with who he really was. Zuko could not grow until he was able to reconcile these things and find balance within himself.
One of the things I love about their dynamic is actually how well their strengths and weaknesses mesh together. Zuko and Katara are actually very similar, both high minded individuals who care and feel deeply who need their world to match how they feel inside. This is both what causes them to clash and what brings them together.
As far as what I love about their dynamic? There are so many things, but one of the things that initially drew me to the ship is that despite being the enemy, Zuko is the one who reaches out first. Zutara is never about Katara "fixing" Zuko, because when she tries it doesn't work, anyway. But Katara doesn't try anything until Zuko shows her that he cares about her, first. He's the one who apologizes and tries to establish some common ground, not because he's trying to connect with her in a way that isn't genuine (like he did with the waterbending scroll) but because he sees someone who is hurt and sees himself in her. It's the rare enemies to lovers dynamic where an oppressed person is not responsible for doing most of the emotional labor, and it's also rare for enemies to lovers to actually no longer be enemies at the end of the story and genuinely become friends.
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hiding-in-the-vault · 19 hours
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I would love to know more about the cave au. Why are the cave more dangerous now? Who's death Dream managed to get safety for bringing them back?
And because I'm a huge fantasy dwarves and fallen london fan : how did the architecture change? Is it safe to build underground or is everyone nomadic now? How is the food situation?
Long post oh boy!
The cave au is kinda like taking Dream's original mention of a "world altering event" and making it very literal. In minecraft terms, I'd describe it like the cave and cliff update installed overnight except on amplified mode. All of this is because there is so much imbalance™, that's the overworld is behaving erratically.
Most of the shifting already occurred underground by the time they noticed something was wrong. But things shifted a looott to the point where what they had explored had been altered or displaced, and what now expands below dwarfs their existing tunnels in comparison. So to answer the first question, it's essentially uncharted, for one. For two, the mobs are acting as unpredictable as the earth is, swarming the tunnels en masse. But more importantly, the longer theyre down there, the longer this goes on, the more the mobs get altered themselves. (which originally was so i can say hey more things glow now :) pretty!) But now, we're talking like massive spiders in every classic work of fantasy. I'm mulling over introducing new things here too, for flavor. (like those mods with the huge centipedes ughuhg) Maybe a warden or two gets displaced and starts wandering the tunnels, who knows! On that note, sculk is probably on the rise as well and they need to be careful about keeping it from getting too close.
As for who dies-- ngl, I haven't decided 100%. For what it's worth, this is only the First death, not the only one. I've been thinking one of the teens, as they seem most likely to wander too out from camp and get Got by something. First I thought Tubbo, but I don't really want Tommy to have to ask Dream to bring him back. (not like he'd do it alone- the entire group wants to avoid casualties) Then I thought Tommy, but discduo can't hog limbo forever, right, we've been there and seen that! My desire to not repeat things that already happened in canon vs whatever actually feels most likely, FIGHT!!
I haven't put too much thought into generated structures yet, like the dungeons or ancient cities, but I would like there to be some change there as well. It'd be coooool. (shaking your hand, i loove dwarven architecture) The walls of the caverns themselves often have a stretched feel about them. A looot of stalactite and stalagmites, on massive scales. I'd say it is safe enough to build, once they find a place that feels fitting- a cavern big enough for them but not too big that they'll have to share it. Water, nutrient rich dirt, existing vegetation preferred, etc etc. But even then, the caves do still shift on occasion. Basically earthquakes that will require them to do some repairs and plan structures around, but it's possible! They think, anyway :D
And finally food. They go in prepared the best they can. A lot of them has massive farms and lots of animals, ofc. They can't drag too many animals into the caves with them, but they prepared as much food as they could before going on, with intentions to start new farms once they settle down. Lots of potatoes, yay for Dream! And Some the underground lakes have a surprising about of fish in them. In all the uproar above ground, there was a lot of flooding, but many of those bodies of water pooled underground as well, taking the fish with them. This becomes a bit more reliable as time passes as well, as the fish adapt.
I'm kinda rolling with mobs very short life cycles and using that to explain why they change so much faster. Also Magic™
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thegoldencontracts · 2 days
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Azul and his past. An odd relationship indeed.
Notes: Angst with a happy ending or hurt/comfort, restrictive ed implication, azul-typical issues.
When had it started, Azul's effort to better himself? He remembered the day crystal clear. He was ten, and he'd finally been pushed to his limit.
A group photo in his class. He'd been the odd one out, of course. Fatter than the rest - teary-eyed, awkward, clumsy, dumb. Nothing to respect.
It had all been pointed out by his classmates, of course. In the end he'd even been removed from the photo.
"I'm sorry, but you're just a bit of an eyesore," his teacher had said. "You must understand."
He did. All too well, in fact, for people had been telling him that for years. He was unwelcome and no one wanted him around. That was really the core message.
That day was the day his humiliated sobs had begun to emanate rage. He'd show them. He'd be more desirable than any of them ever could.
It was from that day that he'd begun to spend his days studying in the library, learning all sorts of magic. He'd learned more about business.
Then, Azul realized that no matter how intelligent he was, his hideousness would forever make him seem undesirable. He was fat, and his expressiveness was a pain. Not to mention the tears of ink.
He'd stopped eating as much. Calories were precious, each and every one to be counted. Junk food wasn't a luxury that someone as fat as him could afford.
He stopped crying, too. Tears were for the beautiful. For those with doe eyes, whose cheeks shimmered in the light when they cried as their friends rushed to comfort them. He had no such friends. He was never meant to have any, after all. Only business partners.
His efforts paid off. He met Jade and Floyd, made contracts to steal talents so he could pretend to be strong, and went to Night Raven College. There, he became a housewarden. He was feared and revered alike for his talents. Azul even managed to open his own restaurant. Lovely.
But then, in Sophomore year, his contracts had been destroyed. Nothing left but the pathetic little octopus now. He'd overblotted in his desperation. How risible.
Afterwards, his whole world seemed to crumble. He wanted nothing more than to sob, to kick and scream his, frustrations. But he couldn't. No one cared. All he had were business partners. Even then the twins would leave him someday, and then he'd be all alone.
So, he did what anyone would do. He buried himself in work. Little to eat, little sleep, just work. Perhaps if he did this enough he could forget about his irrational urges.
One day, in the midst of his work, Azul heard a knock.
"Come in," he said absentmindedly.
The door opened, before being locked.
There stood Jade, a polite smile on his face. Could he tell how Azul was on the verge of a breakdown? Hopefully not.
"You know," Jade said. "You've been quite cooped up in your office."
Azul just nodded.
"Yes, well, this paperwork won't fill itself out, will it?" He said with a fake laugh that was tinged with desperation.
Silence. After a while, Jade's expression seemed to soften.
"Azul," he said pointedly. "If you have pent-up emotions, it would be prudent to express them. We've both seen what happens when you don't."
And that's all it took for the dam to break. Azul could no longer hold back his misery, his tears.
He could feel a bit of ink built up. So Azul was still an ugly-crier, it seemed. That just made him even more miserable, more teary.
"A-Apologies, Jade." Azul wanted to say something else, but it was cut off by his tears.
Then, then, something happened that Azul would've never expected.
A hand on his head. It wasn't applying any force, but it was there, and it was comforting.
Someone had taken pity on the little octopus. How odd.
"I-I just-" he sniffled out before he could help himself. "Why can't I b-be enough?"
Azul was a fool. An absolute fool for exposing himself like this at the first sign of care.
Still, he'd scold himself later. For now, well, this felt good. Someone cared.
Jade seemed silent, though Azul could vaguely make out a murmured 'you are'.
As he slowly drifted to sleep, he couldn't help but think that all this was going to be less difficult from now on.
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thefiery-phoenix · 2 days
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YANDERE SEUNG EUN HAN(JOHAN SEONG) HEADCANONS
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I feel so bad for what he has to go through, he does NOT deserve whatever he has to go through 
You'd meet Johan Seong when his dog Eden would run off from him as usual. He was hunting for Eden as usual when he spotted him with you, you were petting his head and stroking his ears as Johan smiled softly to himself, glad to see that Eden was okay and he struck up a conversation with you. The two of you would talk for a while and Johan would be lying if he said he didn't like your company. He actually liked spending time with you and wanted to spend more time with you, which was something he didn't feel since a long time. He wants to know more about you however his mind will be telling him to cool it for the time being. He's quite disappointed even when he doesn't show it that you have to leave, he wishes he could spend more time with you and get to know you better 
He wouldn't exactly fall in love at first sight, he doesn't believe in the whole love at first sight thing and has a rather logical outlook on the world. With his mom's blindness and his decreasing sight, he knows the only way to survive in the world is if he gets stronger and has power. Falling in love was the last thing he'd ever wanted, so why was his heart racing wildly against his chest and his face felt warm and flushed whenever he kept seeing you? Perhaps he was getting sick...that could be the reason, he isn't supposed to fall in love. He'll keep denying his feelings for you at first but when he sees you with someone else he'll get really cranky and annoyed. Why the HELL are you hanging with some other random dude when you have him by your side? Is this a way of telling him that he's not good enough for you or something? You should have known you're supposed to be by HIS side since the day you've met Eden and him 
He has abandonment issues and trust issues, a LOT. He'll do extensive research on your likes and dislikes and your personality and he'll have your habits memorized too. He literally BLENDS in with the shadows of the night which makes it easier for him to stalk you and tail you whenever you're going back to your house. He'll end up breaking into your house as well at some point maybe when you're away or something. He'll take in every single detail of your room and ensure Eden doesn't mess up your room. His eyes will land on the pictures of you with your friends and his expression will darken slightly. He doesn't care if they're people from your past but he does hope you're in contact with them any longer, else he'll have to make a few house calls 
He'll take a few 'souvenirs' for himself as well, not major things which you would realize would be missing, small things like your pens, pencils, your favorite lip gloss so he can imagine what it would be like to kiss those beautiful soft lips of yours...He has insecurities as well, he's worried you'll leave him like everyone else one day and that can't happen. The thought of losing you scares him, he can't lose you. He gets annoyed when someone else tries to steal you away from him, it just pisses him off to the core. Once you've left, he'll deal with that pest immediately by breaking their bones or just straight up murdering them. He shows NO mercy to those lousy scumbags who want to take you from him. The other day while you were speaking to one of the guys from your school, you didn't realize he was being too flirty with you and touchy with you, you failed to observe the slightly perverted look in his eyes but someone noticed it all right. A certain brown haired guy who always followed you around noticed it from the shadows, dressed in his usual black hoodie, white shirt and red sweatpants as his fists clenched till his nails dug into his skin 
After you left, Johan followed the guy back to his house and just as he was about to enter his house, he grabbed him by his hair and dragged him to the back of the alley nearby and slammed him against the wall as he warned him in a ominous tone to stay the hell away from you as he beat him unconscious to a bloody pulp. If he decides to ignore his words, he could always pay a night visit to get rid of him permanently. You have to hand it to him, he's determined when he wants to be. When he's determined to make you his in every way and manner possible, you better believe he's willing to do whatever the HELL it takes for that to happen. At frist he'll cleverly isolate you from your friends with slight emotional manipulation and guilt tripping from his side till you realize what's happening and it'll be too late for you to do anything 
Due to his insecurities and fears and all the immense paranoia of losing you, he'll kidnap you quicker than expected 
You'll wake up in his house and you'll be confused why Eden is with you, nuzzling his head against your hand. Johan would just calmly walk into the room and tell you what he did with a stoic look on his face while you'll be freaking out and panicking at what happened. He'll be slightly annoyed with you panicking, why are you getting scared? He's doing this for your own good, he's protecting you and saving you from every single thing that could potentially harm you. You should be glad, but he'll feel slightly bad when he sees you crying. He'll let out a soft sigh and grumble slightly as he'll wipe your tears with his thumb and caress your cheek softly and lovingly as he'll make some food for you. Don't think of abstaining yourself from eating or starving yourself, he'll just make you sit on his lap and feed you as he shoves mouthfuls of food into your mouth. You're eating one way or another and he'll make sure of that even if he has to FORCE you to eat and take care of yourself 
He's closed off and stoic around other people but he's like a hurt innocent child when he's around you. He feels like he can trust you, you've managed to tear down those barriers and walls caging his heart so it's a big deal when he starts telling you his feelings. When you hold him for the first time and hug him, it takes him all his will power and self control not to just tear up in your arms. He'll sigh in content as he'll pull you closer to him and bury his face in the nape of your neck. Yeah, whatever plans you've had afterwards will have to wait because once you're in his arms he'll refuse to let you go, clinging onto you like a leech or moss on the bottom of a rock 
Did I mention he was incredibly clingy too? He NEEDS to be around you, he'll hug you from behind whenever you're doing something. Even when you're sleeping he doesn't let you be, he'll be the big spoon as he pulls you closer to him to cuddle with you and he feels like he's protecting you from something. Just humor him unless you want to deal with him being sulky, grumpy and annoyed for the rest of the day. Literal embodiment of a puppy sometimes, with murderous pent up rage. Growing up, he didn't really have a lot of attention. He always had to shoulder responsibilities and he just needs someone to tell him they're proud of him and show him some affection. Even the slightest touch from you will send his mind into an overdrive and he'll start blushing and become flustered. He likes it when you pet his head and he likes giving you kisses on your head and your hand or nuzzling his cheek against yours. See, he does have his soft moments at times. He might not be able to afford really fancy and expensive stuff given with his mom's eye surgery but he's willing to buy and make small things for you to see you smile. Besides, it's the thought and the actions that counts more than the gifts in his opinion 
Don't escape from him for both of your sakes. If he returns back to find you gone, his dread and paranoia will start to settle in as he realizes his worst fear of losing you is coming true. However he'll compose himself as he's determined to find you no matter what. He'll have Eden track you down by identifying your scent and you can be DAMN sure he'll lead Johan to you. Johan will give you an icy glare as he drags you back home. Scream, kick, cry he doesn't care, he will not put up with your little temper tantrums. He won't hurt you physically but he'll yell at you for leaving him with tears running down his face, angry and hurt that you've betrayed him and he'll start with the guilt tripping of how Zack, his mother, everyone left him and how people like Gun took advantage of him to tug at your heart strings 
It will be quite a long time for him to trust you again. He'll calm down eventually but that doesn't mean you're off the hook either. He'll punish you by taking away your favorite items and FORCE you to cuddle with him every day till he's satisfied. You'll have to deal with him being suspicious and sulky for a while because of your little escape attempt. Every night he'll whisper in your ear about how you'll never be able to leave him. He doesn't feel guilty or bad even in the slightest that he's abducted you, he feels like it was necessary, you're HIS and only his. He's usually gentle and soft spoken towards you too. Under NO circumstances would he let you join God Dog, he doesn't want you fighting and getting hurt
He won't take it lightly when someone tries to take you from him. He'll deal with them quickly sending them to their literal death no matter who it is. He gets quite insecure of his eyes at times but his heart would melt when you comfort him about them which fuels his possessiveness towards you even more. Ultimately at the end of the day he just wants to come back to you, hug you and hold you in his arms and love you. Is that TOO much to ask? 
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hello,
can I, like, ask for Chris in a wedding first dance scenario?
doesn't have to be long, I'd love it if you could write it with Because The Night or Total Eclipse Of The Heart in mind 🥺🥺
OMGGG STOP. The first dance at his wedding, oh I'll sob. Somebody, please get this man in a suit (for me duh). Thank you for this ask, I'll feed into this lovely idea, and for the record, I did listen to both songs and thought Total Eclipse of The Heart fit more. <3
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The seasons were starting to change, right on the cusp of summer turning into fall. The sun beamed brightly, the temperature warm enough to not need additional layers but a soft breeze limited the chances of the day being scorching. The right time to get married, at least that was what you two originally thought when going over the details with the wedding planner.
After a long time waiting to tie the knot with the man you loved and adored, Chris snagged a few months of leave to fully enjoy his wedding and honeymoon, not having to stress about missions and bioweapons. He was all yours for longer than you've had him home in probably ever, and you weren't going to complain not one bit.
The ceremony went off without a hitch, walking down the aisle with your bouquet of custom flowers and dressed in the finest and most expensive garment you've ever worn. Every intricate detail was woven to fit your body, a snug fit around your hips, and cutouts on other parts to show enough skin for it to be comfortable.
As you walked further down the aisle with everyone watching you closely, your gaze was drawn to the gentle brown eyes ahead. Chris stood with his hands folded over his body, his fitted black tux accentuating his physique in a way you‘ve never seen before. He offered you a nervous smile as you reciprocated, not being able to take his eyes off of you the entire time you walked towards him.
You noticed the tears that started to fall down his cheeks, feeling his love fill the entire room, like an overwhelming tide that washed over you the closer you got to him. He tried to keep it together for your sake, a chuckle from his sister Claire and a reassuring squeeze on his shoulder from his best man Leon brought him back to the moment. He didn’t want to embarrass you by crying in front of everyone, but he just couldn’t help himself.
You didn't even care for the officiant speaking out loud, the gentle hold of your hands in his own was all you could focus on. From the exchanging of vows to the first kiss as a newlywed couple, everything was perfect, down to every detail. The crowd cheered as the officiant finished speaking, walking down the steps and up the aisle with Chris’ hand in your own, squeezing it the entire way down.
The reception started soon after, spending the past couple of hours until then with your now husband, away from the crowd and decompressing before meeting everyone else. There were no other intentions towards meeting with him, simply enjoying some quiet time and being present before dancing the night away.
As you both walked into the dancing hall with your guests clapping and a few whistles, a spotlight was put on you both to signify the first dance as a married couple. Chris didn’t hesitate to bring you in towards him with a hand on your lower back, a live piano rendition of Total Eclipse of The Heart playing in the background.
He began to sway his body along yours on the dance floor, one of your hands on his shoulder while the other was being held upwards. You rested your head on his chest, ear against his heartbeat and feeling the rumble of every breath he took. Leaning his head against your own, he held you closely, thumb caressing the diamond that adorned your ring finger and humming the song so only you could hear it.
You smiled to yourself, tuning the whole world out and focusing on being here with Chris, on feeling and breathing him in. He was your person, always has been, and now he’s right where he belongs, with you by his side.
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peppermintpegis · 4 months
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netflix one piece live action feels a little like fanfic in that it makes sure it hits all the important notes but doesnt do all the work to make them hit which works in fic where the reader is supposed to bring all the emotional story investment from the original but doesnt work in a multi million adaptation that is supposed to be able to stand on its own or even serve as an intro to the series. it even does this in service to have more koby and helmeppo gay moments in this essay i w
#one piece#opla#the fleshing out of koby and helmeppo is like honestly good its a beacon of light its truly really fun#and all the actors are great it is just what they are given .#they didnt let nami do any real betraying. they didnt even have her steal the merry!! she just stole the map that they added in!!!!#ddont get me started on the gutting of sanjis intro. i dont give a shit about if don krieg appears or not i need to see this guy fuckin#feed the hand thats about to kill him im going to start shaking like a dog.#im almost madder krieg appeared for just a little id rather have that time be used for. anything else really.#like have one of arlongs guys starved half to death when they get to arlong park!or idk anything! no gin appears look its gin! you know him#sanji doesnt even get to beat the shit out of a shitty guest. like i guess he does a little but it feels so blink and you miss it#+the first like two eps were good!! buggys great hes scary and weird and fun. i dont mind that he sticks around longer in theory#but the way he is comedic relief instead of basically every character having funny bits is like. ahghhhgggg. its a symptom of this really#mean and edgy feeling the whole thing has. like the removal of people missing usopps pirate calling :( and how cocoyashi didnt know#nami was working to help them. like p. please. can we have caring and bonds in this world?? trust and love???#anyway. sorry for having expectations of a netflix show im so close to putting this into a more proper form rather than tags. just to get i#all out of my system cause fuck man.#anyway solid 7/10 not as bad as it couldve been
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