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actiniumwrites · 2 years

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𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃

synopsis: heizou offers you a deal to go on an investigation with him, and given that you have feelings for him, you agree. you, unfortunately, didn’t anticipate how long and emotional this investigation was actually going to turn out to be.

wc : 5.6k

characters: heizou x reader

warnings : fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, kinda slow burn ?, mutual pining, heizou is kinda mean, kinda rivals to lovers, idiots in love, written pre-heizou release (possibly ooc), lots of cussing

a/n: at the time this is released, we only have heizou’s splash art and some voice lines or little things from the game about him so i had very limited material to characterize him with. that being said, i apologize if he ends up being ooc from what he’s like in the game when he’s officially released !!

It was a rather normal, and if you were being quite honest, boring day at the Yashiro Commission today. As a detective, you’d think you would be out doing things like solving huge cases with long chases and impossible puzzles to crack, but those were the kinds of things you dreamed of as you read those fictional mystery books as a child.

You remembered them fondly as you sat in the courtyard of the Kamisato Estate, the books you read as a child. Your brain was filled with various tales of detectives of all kinds and the adventures they went on soon made their way into your dreams at night. And those dreams at night eventually became your goals, to become a real detective-

“Uh, y/n-”

“Oh- Thoma!” you jumped at the sight of the Kamisato’s housekeeper.

“I didn’t mean to scare you, I swear!” He exclaimed.

“No, it’s okay, Thoma, really!” You waved your hands around, “I was just lost in thought.”

“Uh anyway, I just came to check on you, you normally would’ve been out working right now so I found it a bit odd to find you sitting out here so late in the day,” he explained.

“Today’s just been really slow, there hasn’t been much to investigate around here recently. I’m not really sure if that’s a good or bad thing now that I think about it,” you reached up to scratch behind your neck.

But just as your nerves were beginning to calm, a guard came rushing in through the front gates, “Detective y/n, a letter has just been dropped off for you, the deliverer expressed that the sender requests you open it immediately upon receival.”

“A letter? Strange…” You mumbled as you fiddled with the firm paper of the envelope.

“This seems kind of urgent, I’ll see you later, y/n!” Thoma said as he entered back into the Estate’s interior.

“Bye, Thoma!” You called out as you waved goodbye.

Finally opening the letter, you unfolded the faded and wrinkled piece of paper inside. The handwriting seemed awfully messy and nearly impossible to read, you felt lucky to have been so experienced in handwriting analysis.

Reading over it, the letter was anonymous, but you had a good idea of who it had been. The mysterious sender had requested you meet them down in Ritou at sunset, but since you had nothing to do, you set off early.

—

When you arrived down in Ritou about an hour later, you weren’t shocked to see the red haired detective from the Tenryou Commission. Yet, you couldn’t lie, your heart felt as though it skipped a beat when you saw the way the light was hitting the side of his face, perfectly illuminating all his features.

“I thought I told you to come at sunset,” Heizou spoke, not turning to face you.

“I know, but work’s been slow today so I just came early,” You explained.

“Aw, couldn’t wait to see me?”

“Shut up, Heizou, you’re the one that asked me to come here,” You snapped back.

It was true though, you did come here for him. Normally you would’ve been suspicious of a letter like the one he sent you. Who wouldn’t? Faded and old looking paper with a strange request to meet someone anonymous, but you knew exactly who it was from. Even though you were from rival commissions, you could never ignore him.

“I’ll get right to the point, normally I wouldn’t ask this of someone of lesser status and value than me, but I need your help,” he spoke with a serious tone.

You could tell he looked almost nervous. It was obvious he didn’t want to ask you for help and it was seriously damaging his pride, it almost made you want to laugh.

“Help with what exactly?” You questioned.

“I thought you were supposed to be smart?” He mocked, “We’re both detectives, are we not? Shouldn’t it be obvious I need your help with a case?”

“Guess I’m just shocked you’d even ask me for help.”

“Here’s the thing, this case is a bit different,” he began, “Here in Ritou, there’s been strange sightings of people going in and out of the docks, foreigners to be specific.”

“What’s so strange about these foreigners? The ban was lifted a while ago so what’s the issue here?”

“If you would actually shut up and listen, you wouldn’t have to ask such stupid questions,” he rolled his eyes at you, “As I was saying, these foreigners appear to be from Sumeru, or at least coming from Sumeru. That’s where you come in.”

“Let me guess, you want me to help you because I studied at the academia in Sumeru and you need my knowledge?”

“Bingo,” he said as he threw finger guns at you, “I’ll make you a deal.”

“What kind of deal?”

“I don’t know, we can work that out after we solve the case, “ he said as he leaned against the wall behind him, “If you help me solve the case, then I’ll do something for you. But get in my way or mess it up, then you get nothing.”

“Fine, I’ll help you.”

You didn’t need the deal to accept his offer. Truthfully, you’d already made up your mind to help him the moment he had asked. The thing is, you’ve had a major crush on Heizou for a long time. Even though he belonged to the Tenryou Commission, you’d always admired him.

Sure, a lot of people in Inazuma greatly disliked him, but you? You were the outlier.

He’d intrigued you since the day you met him. You weren’t sure if it was his odd clothes for a detective or something simpler like his red hair or bright green eyes. Perhaps it was his cocky personality that a lot of people hated, but you didn’t care. Annoying as he could be, you liked him as he was.

Every time you were around him, your heart would beat faster, similar to the way it was beating now. You would feel a little more flustered and stutter over your words. You were shocked that for being such a great detective, he’d never noticed it.

—

It wouldn’t be until three days later that you would be meeting back up with Heizou again. He said that he needed to get a bit more information before finally debriefing you and getting you caught up. He also called you slow but you chose to ignore that part.

He’d told you all the details of the case: criminals appearing to have been from Sumeru, suspected to be a more elite kind of treasure hoarders, have somehow been illegally bypassing the Outlanders Affairs Agency at the docks of Ritou. The problem is, they’re using tactics from Sumeru and are suspected to have been smuggling in illegal technology.

He explained that he needed your expertise from the academia in order to understand how they’re getting in and what kinds of tech they may be bringing in.

“Okay, I think I understand the case now, “ You told him as you flipped through various pages of notes and documents from the case, “Hey, how long has this been going on again?”

“About a month I think?”

“How has this passed by for a month and no one has noticed?” you questioned.

“I don’t know, probably because ninety-nine percent of the population of Inazuma are dumb people.”

“Archons, Heizou. Not everyone is gonna be as smart as we are.”

He laughed, “Don’t flatter yourself, you know you’re not as smart as I am.”

You didn’t return his laugh, instead choosing to stare down at the file you were holding to tune out his insults, “C’mon, let’s just get to working on this case.”

“You’re no fun, but fine, we’ll stake out at 1:00 am tonight down at the docks. Be late and I’ll make sure you lose your job.”

“Heizou!”

—

The next day you were exhausted, though there hadn’t been much going on with work recently, you felt all the exhaustion from previous cases beginning to settle in. And staying up all night watching for the suspects was not making things any better for you.

“Morning, sunshine,” a voice from behind you called out.

“Why are you up so early, Heizou?” You groaned as you took another sip of your coffee before resting your head back down on the courtyard table.

“Well, I was gonna go to sleep but then I figured we should probably get back on this case so I can stop having to hang around you.”

“Can’t you ever say something remotely nice?”

He put his hands up in surrender before joining you at your table, “I’m just being honest.”

He set his files down and began spreading them out in front of the two of you while you quickly finished your coffee and called one of the staff members over to take the cup back inside for you.

“Do you have the photos from your kamera?” he asked, nodding toward your bag.

“Uh yeah, let me go grab them really quickly, they’re inside,” You said standing up from the table.

Turning around to walk back into the Estate, you nearly tripped out of embarrassment. You cursed Heizou in your head for showing up so early.

As you got inside, you walked around the corner before grabbing the photos you had placed in an envelope and bin for safe keeping. You counted them to make sure they were all there before gently sliding them back in their envelope and heading toward the door. You didn’t, of course, forget to check how you looked in the mirror before heading back out.

“Archons, how long does it take you to grab some photos?” Heizou yelled out to you.

“Sorry,” You mumbled, though in reality, you had only been gone for around 3 minutes. Heizou was just impatient.

Spreading out the photos, you organized them by people, objects, and anything else that may be suspicious.

“Hey, does this symbol look familiar to you at all?” Heizou questioned while holding up the photo directly in your face. Rolling your eyes at his brashness, you pushed it back a bit before inspecting it for yourself

The photo was a picture of a crate and it appeared to have a strange symbol on its lid.

“Yeah, actually it does,” You squinted your eyes trying to get a better look at the rather low quality photograph, “We studied a lot of symbols at the academia, but that’s not a Sumeru symbol, it’s from Fontaine.”

“Fontaine, huh?” He glanced at the photo before cocking his head to look at you like a curious child, “You think these guys are from Fontaine?”

“Looking at the other photos, I think it’s likely,” you said before meeting his bright green eyes, “The symbol on the crate belongs to a manufacturing company based in Fontaine. While that may not seem important, that company actually doesn’t source its products to other nations.”

“How do you know it then?” He interrogated as he rested his head on one of his hands while leaning closer to your face and squinting his eyes.

“We got lucky that someone had donated them to the academia. They lived in Fontaine before moving to Sumeru, they actually taught us a lot about Fontaine’s inventions and high-tech manufacturing equipment. The stuff in these photos actually looks very similar to that equipment.”

“Interesting,” He mumbled while sliding back against his chair and away from you, “So they’re criminals from Fontaine, not Sumeru. That makes a lot more sense.”

“Still, these guys are obviously using Sumeru academia tactics in order to bypass the Outlanders Affairs Agency and smuggle their stuff in,” you commented, “there’s also the fact that we still don’t know what they’re bringing in.”

“Alright, then it’s settled,” Heizou announced as he jumped up from his chair and messily grabbed his things, carelessly shoving them into his bag, “We’ll go back to the docks early tomorrow morning before the sun rises and see if we can get a hold of one of their crates.”

—

You could barely see where you were walking as you and Heizou carefully approached the docks. It was around 4 am and not a single person was in sight. You lightly shivered as the wind picked up a bit and you noted how empty it seemed to be.

“Heizou,” you whispered out, “It’s really empty around here, do you think they moved everything?”

“No, there’s no way.”

You didn’t get much time to actually have a look around before Heizou was pulling you down by the arm. You nearly crashed into his chest as you both sat with your backs against one of the wooden stalls that were stationed near the front of the docks and closer to Ritou’s entrance.

You stared at him with wide eyes trying to telepathically ask what was wrong. He held up a single finger to his lips in response, signaling for you to be quiet. Then, he pointed to his left with a smirk.

You craned your head up as an attempt to see what was going on. You squinted your eyes trying to get a better look at what appeared to be two men talking in a hushed tone, flashlights searching through the parked boats.

As you observed them, you noticed their expensive looking outfits, ones that seemed far more modern than any other nation. ‘Definitely Fontaine,’ you thought to yourself.

“Should we leave?” you whispered to Heizou as you turned back to him.

“Not yet, we need to see what they’re doing,” he said eagerly.

The two of you carefully shuffled your position so you both could remain hidden but also giving you the viewpoint to observe the men. They appeared to be picking up the crates and moving them onto some sort of metal cart. A third man appeared every so often to take the filled cart with the crates and then bring it back empty. It was repetitive, but they were clearly taking things to another location.

With that you had your next clue to solving this case, now you just needed to find out where the criminals were taking the goods.

–

The following few days were a lot less exciting, the two of you had just spent all your time reviewing photos, files, documents, interviews with witnesses, etc. The only change of pace you got was that you were now working at an outdoor table at the Tenryou Commission headquarters instead of an outdoor table at the Yashiro Commission headquarters.

It felt like things were becoming slow. You could tell Heizou was becoming antsy too, more so than he normally was. You just needed a breakthrough.

“Why is it so goddamn hard to find this stupid ass warehouse?” Heizou spat out as he stood abruptly from the table, slamming his hands down.

“Careful!” you grabbed the files from under his hands, “You can’t damage our evidence just because you’re upset over the case.”

“I can do what I want, thanks.”

“Not really, this is our evidence and quite literally the only things we have for this case. How are we supposed to solve it if you ruin all of it?”

Heizou crossed his arms, “I don’t know, you can figure that out for yourself.”

“What, are you leaving me to work on this case all by myself now?” you joked.

“Maybe I will.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“I would.”

“Heizou.”

“Y/n.”

A third voice joined in, “Break it up you two, this is rather unprofessional of the two of you.”

The two of you jumped back, you hadn’t realized how close you had gotten to his face. Too focused on not breaking the staring contest. So focused, you also missed the faint shade of red that now painted Heizou’s face.

“Ah, Kujou Sara.”

“Heizou.” the general greeted back, “How’s the case coming along? I’d hope the two of you are making good progress seeing how long this is taking.”

“It’s been a little slow recently, things were really coming together in the start but now we’re just stuck,” you answered.

“How so?”

“Ah, ah, ah!” Heizou cut you off, “This is our case, Madame Kujou. You can know the details when we’re done with it.”

“That is no way to speak to someone of higher power than you, Mr. Shikanoin,” Sara snapped back, “I’ll have you know that I can have your position as ‘detective’ revoked shall I see fit.”

“Whatever, you guys need me and you know it,” he shot back rather arrogantly.

You held a hand to your face to hide the small laugh that nearly left your lips, you had found it quite amusing to see him put in his place. Though you had quickly regained your composure once she glanced at you.

“I apologize, Madame Kujou,” you spoke hesitantly, still wary around anyone from the Tenryou Commission, “We really do need to get back to this case though.”

“Alright, I’ll be taking my leave then,” she turned around but stopped in her tracks, not bothering to turn around to face you, “Please keep Heizou in check, the last thing this commission needs is him screwing up even more that he already has.”

“I’ll try my best,” you called out to her.

As she left, the two of you got back to viewing the evidence. And though only an hour and a half had passed, it felt like it had been hours. Your head was practically slipping out of your hands as your eyelids began to feel heavier and heavier by the second while Heizou looked like he was about to pass out on the table.

“Can’t we just call it a night?” Heizou yawned as he complained.

As tired as you felt, you ignored him as you looked closer at the photo in front of you, “What the hell?”

“What?” Heizou leaned back up in his chair suddenly feeling more awake, arms now crossed and leaning forward as he got up to stand over your sitting form.

You felt a little flustered at the action but kept your composure nevertheless, “Um- I think,”

“Why the hell are you stuttering?” He cut you off.

“I’m not,” you couldn’t even look him in the eye, “just- look at this photo.”

You handed him the photo and he examined it carefully before tossing it back on to the table, “I don’t see anything special about it.”

“Don’t you recognize that symbol right there?” you pointed.

“Yeah, it’s the Kanjou Commission’s symbol, what’s so special about that?”

“Heizou, this whole thing has been happening down in Ritou where the Kanjou Commission is stationed. If their symbol is on all of the crates and the strange building in this photo, then do you know what that means?” You said as you smiled at him, excited to finally have made a breakthrough.

“That the warehouse they’re storing everything at belongs to the Kanjou Commission. How else would everything be getting past unnoticed? Dammit it’s been right in front of us the whole time!,” He answered quickly, a cocky smile now plastered on his face, “We’ve gotta get down there.”

“Wait, Heizou,” you grabbed his hand as he got up, “Shouldn’t we come up with a plan or something?”

He looked down at your hand holding onto his for a brief moment before dropping it, however he felt about your hand holding onto his, he wasn’t showing it.

“We don’t have time to sit around and wait, we’ve been stuck on this for days, who knows how far they’ve already gotten?” He stated, “Besides, we can come up with a plan once we get there!”

“Archons, I can’t believe I’m agreeing to this,” you muttered as you picked everything up off the table.

Heizou had already begun leaving though and before you knew it, you were off to Ritou to visit that very building that belonged to the Kanjou Commission.

–

When you arrived back in Ritou about an hour later, you and Heizou had begun looking for the warehouse. Ritou was small, but wherever this warehouse was, it was hidden pretty damn well.

“We’ve nearly searched the whole island, where the hell is this damn warehouse?” Heizou groaned rather dramatically.

“Well we know it has to be here somewhere because it belongs to the Kanjou Commission’s headquarters which is stationed here.”

“Yeah, no shit,” he snapped back.

The exhaustion from 2 hours ago was beginning to set in again. Not being able to find the warehouse was bringing down the both of your guys’ adrenaline rushes from finally making progress in the case. Now you both were just crashing.

“What if we just come back tomorrow when it’s actually bright outside? Then we can come back later tomorrow night and check it out,” you suggested.

He was quick to shut you down though, “No, we’re not doing that. You heard that stupid general, we have to speed this case up.”

“Didn’t think you were one to follow rules.”

“I’m not, you should know that by now,” he was getting really snarky with you now, “I’m not trying to lose my job, if you want to go back, go ahead. I can do this without you.”

“So you really invited me to help you with this case and now you’re throwing me out?” you retorted back, “and when did you start caring about the Tenryou Commission so much anyway?”

“Woah woah woah, I did not ‘invite’ you to this case, I was practically forced to because I don’t know shit about Sumeru!”

“So what, you were just using me then? I thought we had a deal, Heizou?”

“If that’s how you see it, then yeah, I guess I was just using you, not like you provided much help anyway,” his voice was rising louder and louder with each word.

“I haven’t provided you any help?!” You exclaimed, now frustrated with him, “Which one of us knew about the equipment? Which one of us knows what systems they’re using? And which one of us realized where this goddamn warehouse is actually located and who it belongs to?”

“All of that is practically useless! Don’t you understand, y/n? We haven’t found shit, all you’ve given me was information I probably could’ve found in books or from people on the island. And we haven’t even found this stupid ass warehouse, you just figured out the Kanjou Commission is involved because of their logo!”

You were silent as he kept yelling.

“Do you even realize how stupid you are? I mean really, I don’t think you even deserved to study at the academia in Sumeru.”

Just as you thought he would stop, he just kept going, “You don’t deserve your position as a detective, you know that? Archons, I can’t even believe I even asked for your help. What a waste of time.”

Not being able to look him in the eye, all you could do was stare down at the floor at your feet. His words felt like a dagger piercing through your heart and it hurt, so much so that you began to feel hot tears pooling in your eyes.

You wanted to say something, anything. You wanted to tell him he was wrong, that you were helpful and that you did deserve to be a detective, but no words would leave your mouth.

His face was filled with shock as you finally tilted your head back up to look at him, but he quickly recovered his uncaring facade and spoke one last thing to you that night:

“Just go home.”

—

The next morning you didn’t go into work. You were too paranoid you might run into Heizou or Kujou Sara or anyone else that may question you about the case. All you could think of were the words Heizou screamed at you last night and you suddenly felt insecure again.

Every time they would ring out in your head you felt like crying again. Small tears would start to form in your eyes and your stomach would begin to ache all over again, just like the way it did last night.

You hated that you felt like this, but even more, you hated that you still held feelings for him. And because of that, you blamed yourself.

Was he really right about all the things he said?

That very question just kept echoing over and over again in your head until you began to believe everything he had told you.

It was ironic, you thought as you sat on the small steps outside your home, the clouds outside were a dark and gloomy gray. It was like you were out of one of those silly books you read as a kid. Like one of those scenes where the main character cries on their porch because someone upset them or their day went everything but right. Your inner child couldn’t help but laugh at the irony that it was now you sitting on the porch instead of some fictional character.

And you hadn’t realized it, but the past two weeks you had spent working on this case with Heizou had provided you with a lot of adrenaline, it sparked something inside you.

It was different from your other cases. As much as he liked to trash on you, you never really got upset about it. Working with him was exhilarating and you were happy to even be spending time around him. It never felt awkward, and as weird as your dynamic may have been, it felt natural being around him.

But that was just one more thing to add to the list of things that now made you upset. You thought that you may never see him again, that the two of you will probably part ways and avoid each other for a long time.

All that thought did was just bring more tears to your eyes as you once again rested your head on your knees outside below the now darkening sky, brainstorming all the ways you could fix what had happened between you two.

–

Walking down to the Tenryou Commission, you nearly bumped into a lot of people.

“Hey, watch where you’re going!”

“Sorry!” You apologized.

You looked rather disheveled and you knew Ayato would probably get on you for it later once he heard about all the citizens who complained about an ‘emotional looking detective running through the streets of Inazuma City’.

You stopped at the gates once you arrived and suddenly you felt more nervous than you ever had in your life. So nervous you even contemplated going home and just wrapping back up in your blankets and crying again.

“Detective Y/n?”

Shit! you thought as you turned around slowly.

“Detective, are you alright?”

“Madame Kujou! I uh- I’m fine,” you practically stuttered out, “Is um- is Heizou here?”

Sara tilted her head to the side in confusion as she looked at you strangely, “Mr. Shikanoin is here, yes. I thought you should know that, didn’t you guys finish the case together early this morning?”

Huh? Finished the case?

“Uh-I was just double checking something! We have to wrap up some reports, you know how it is!” you quickly made up an excuse, “Is it okay if I go in and talk to him?”

“Of course, just let the guards know I said to let you in,” she said as she walked off, still confused at the sight of you but stoic nevertheless.

You walked into the building practically shaking from all your built up nerves.

“Y/n?” A voice you knew all too well called out.

Your stomach dropped and you felt as though you had lost any confidence you had as his voice rang out, but nevertheless, you turned to your left to meet his eyes.

“Heizou, I um…” you started, “I’m really sorry.”

You looked down at the floor, cursing yourself as your hands started shaking.

Though you were barely holding your composure, you continued while still staring down at your shoes, “You were right and I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to get in your way and I know that I’m not that smart! And you were right that I probably didn’t deserve to study at the academia and I don’t even deserve to call myself a detec-”

You were cut off by two arms suddenly embracing you with such force that nearly caused you to fall over.

“Don’t say those things about yourself, you shouldn’t be the one apologizing,” Heizou spoke gently, contrasting his normal arrogant tone, his voice muffled by his head being tucked into your neck. He hated how dejected you looked right now, but hated himself even more because he knew he was the one to blame for all of this.

You stayed quiet, but sniffled softly, arms now wrapped around him too as he continued, “You never got in my way and I don’t regret asking you to help me with this case. And if we’re going to be honest here, I never actually needed your help with this case. I asked you out of selfish personal reasons.”

“What?” You breathed out with a whisper.

“Why do you think I kept coming back early to help with the case?”

“I thought you said you wanted to get it over with so you wouldn’t have to see me again?” you said as you leaned back to look him in the eyes while still holding onto him.

He felt a pang in his chest as he looked at your now tear stained face, “I was lying, I kept showing up early because I wanted to spend more time on the case with you.”

Now it was his turn to look down at the floor as he released you from his arms, it took a lot out of him to bite his own pride and admit all of this to you.

“Why did you say all those things to me then?”

“I never wanted to hurt you, I swear. But I also didn’t want you to figure out that I liked you,” he admitted.

“And what about the things you said last night?”

“I was exhausted, we both were. I was also just frustrated that we couldn’t find anything and that Sara was getting on our asses about the case. Believe me when I say that I didn’t mean any of that.”

“One more question, Sara said that we completed the case, what did she mean by that?”

“After I told you to leave last night, I finished the case. I found the warehouse and I was able to successfully obtain one of the crates and bring it back before sunrise. Turns out it belonged to one of the Kanjou Commission guards just like you suspected. He was providing all the information to the criminals.”

He paused before continuing, “It also turns out that that dumbass guard had previously studied books on the academia and even spent some time in Sumeru. It’s how he helped them implement their Sumeru and Fontaine tactics to bypass all the enforcers down at the docks. They made the arrest and raided the warehouse this morning.”

“What are we gonna do now?” You asked him. Truthfully, you didn’t want it to be over just yet and you were hoping he felt the same.

“Well we had a deal right?” he gently smiled at you.

“Huh? I thought you called that off since you told me I didn’t help you?”

“I also told you not to take anything I said seriously, so the deal is still on and you get whatever you want.”

You stared at him nervously, it was a lot of pressure. You could ask for anything, and your silence was only making him nervous too.

“I know we’re from different Commissions and all, but I like to think that we worked pretty well together,” You spoke hesitantly, scared he would decline what you were about to suggest, “That being said, Heizou, do you think we could be partners more often?”

He was shocked, but you kept going, “If I’m being honest, I don’t want this to be over. I’ve had a lot of fun this past week and I don’t want to see it end. But only if that’s okay with you, of course!”

“I don’t want it to be over either, so yeah, I’ll be your partner,” he spoke but not before meeting your eyes with that mischievous smile of his, “On one condition, though!”

“Heizou!”

He shushed you quickly before walking closer to you and leaning in to meet your eyes, “You have to go on a date with me.”

You smiled softly as you gazed into his eyes, “Of course I’ll go on a date with you. Didn’t you know I have feelings for you?”

His smile dropped, “You have feelings for me?!”

“You didn’t know! I thought you were some great detective?”

The two of you stared at each other for a brief moment before bursting out laughing together, nearly falling to the floor as you clutched your stomachs at how stupid you both were, especially for having the reputation of the two best detectives in all of Inazuma.

Slowing down his laughter, he returned your soft smile from earlier with one of his own, “All jokes aside, are you free on Friday?”

“I do believe I am,” you spoke with a jokingly proper accent, “So Mr. Shikanoin, where do you plan to take me?”

“You can find that out on Friday,” he rolled his eyes yet a smile remained plastered on his face.

“Then I guess I’ll see you Friday.”

Needless to say, neither of you could stop smiling after that, eager for Friday to come sooner.

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Ties that bind

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"You know, when you showed up at my door this morning I didn't wanna let you in." Kara's words are a soft vulnerable truth, but the weight of them lodges deep in Lena's chest.

She knows, had seen the inky lines of mistrust etched across Kara's face that morning when offering the beginnings of an apology and a plea to help stop Lex.

There's tension in the lines of Kara's shoulders and Lena's eyes get stuck there as she looks down at her feet and stacks her hands on her hips. Then they dissolve into silence.

Well why are you still here? Lena wants to ask. Why am I here? But the words feel heavy, hurt springing like blood on her tongue.

Guilt immediately rushes in, you stole from me, you convinced me to steal for you and you used kryptonite on me!! an echoing ring in her ears that instantly liquefies her resolve. Her jaw tenses and ticks, and she dips her head, shifting her eyes away from the otherworldly gravity that Kara's holds.

Kara lifts her head and her eyes fixate on Lena's as the silence stretches, a stormy sea of emotions churning in their blue depths. The intensity in them tenses Lena's spine and she folds her arms tightly across her chest like a physical shield from their direct assault. She doesn't recognize this look, hates the uncertainty as bitter indignation crowds her stomach and the words you betrayed me, you broke my heart lock with startling force behind her ribcage.

"Alex was right," Kara chuckles humorlessly, "I'm not rational when it comes to you. I think with my heart and not with my head."

"Funny, Lex said the same to me."

Kara's expression turns inscrutable, and Lena doesn't know if it's because of the mention of her brother or their similarities when it comes to dealing with each other. She figures it's a little of both.

"But…" Lena continues, swallowing her pride and the lump forming in her throat, "is that such a bad thing?"

Kara doesn't answer. Instead, she lets out a shallow breath, forehead crinkling like this conversation had already become too much. She had shut this conversation down one too many times when Lena had tried to broach it earlier. But damn if it doesn't make Lena want to crawl out of her own skin.

She'd thought they were making some progress, had felt the tentative stirrings of reconciliation as they'd worked together to stop Leviathan.

It's disconcerting that she can't get a read on Kara's eyes as she takes a step back, red boots scuffing against the floor. And Lena's heart aches at the physical distance like an ever widening chasm between them.

"On Krypton, trust was something sacred." Kara starts softly, inhaling a large gulp of air that draws Lena's eyes to the glyph on her chest. "We broke that in each other, we caused each other so much pain and -"

"Pain is a necessary part of life," Lena says hoarsely, the words quivering on her tongue. "I learned that the hard way when Non Nocere failed."

Another bout of silence falls over them and Lena uses it to turn away from Kara, gathering strength for what she's about to say next.

"So I get it. You don't have to trust me in order for us to keep working together."

"But I want to…" Kara answers immediately, and there's earnestness in the soft tremor of her voice. "you came through today at every opportunity and I - I'm not saying that you have to keep doing that but, I want to trust you, Lena. I want to let you in again."

Lena releases the breath she didn't realize she was holding, relief spreading like fissures across her heart, a warm hopeful balm in her veins as she squeezes her eyes shut.

"Kara," she breathes out, lips trembling as she forces out the word. A host of reasons why they shouldn't do this flashes through her mind, the biggest of them being that Lena didn't think that she deserved to hold on to the tentative reins of trust being offered.

She hears her take a step.

Then another.

And another.

Until Kara's pressed right against her, a comforting warmth at Lena's back that makes her heart tremble as those warm familiar hands land on her shoulders. The touch nearly makes Lena flinch. She doesn't know why it surprises her since Kara has always been the more tactile one between them. And her brain stalls in trying to furiously calculate exactly how long they've been apart.

Kara notices, of course she does. She breathes out shakily, hands drifting along the curve of Lena's shoulders and the small of her back.

Lena trembles at the feel of it, her touch starved body aching to be held in Kara's arms again. Because Kara is warmth and light and Lena still loves her with the inevitability of a new day and the gravity that binds them to each other.

Kara's touch is an irresistible force and Lena can't even find it within her to be angry that her defenses were practically nonexistent as the tension melts from her in seconds.

That warmth reaches all the way to her toes as those hands slide in a comforting press down the arch of her spine to settle lightly at her hips. Before Lena can think herself out of it, she turns, just to see her face as the desire to reach out, to touch, loosens the threaded beat of her anxious heart.

The hands on her hips bunches in Lena's blouse almost to the point of contention and she freezes, lifting her eyes to Kara's. This is the closest they've been in a while but the uncertainty in Kara's eyes is almost Lena's undoing. She allows herself a small conciliation, grasping onto the hands already clinging to her, as if that could somehow convey the mix of emotions thrumming inside her chest.

The wall between them all but falls away as Kara loosens one of her hands to reach out and cup her face. Lena leans readily into the contact and Kara's eyes soften, allowing her a glimpse of the woman she'd fallen in love with.

"How do I let you in again?" Kara asks, a shaky plea that loosens tears from her devastatingly attractive eyes. Lena wants to reach up and kiss them away, but her insecurities leave her rooted to the spot.

"Maybe you shouldn't," She answers truthfully, her doubts manifesting as those small broken words.

Kara's palm trembles against her cheek and Lena closes her eyes, moving to shift away. But Kara's other hand presses more insistently against her side, warming her through her clothes and Lena nearly chokes on her name, can't find her voice which gets lost somewhere in the trembling cry struggling to break free.

"I know I hurt you by not telling you my truth." Kara says, drawing Lena's eyes to hers. "And I'm sorry. I haven't had a lot of practice doing this. Growing up I was forced to hide my abilities because the people around me could get hurt and I - I know that's no excuse, but I hope -" Kara stops abruptly, lips trembling too much to continue.

And Lena doesn't want to talk about this anymore, can't talk about it without breaking down again. Her heart aches for Kara, for this woman born of different stars and the hardships she faced. So she closes the rest of the distance, folding herself into Kara's embrace.

"I'm so sorry you had to go through that." She whispers, tucking her face against Kara's neck as those warm arms go around her.

"Lena," the way that Kara says her name has never failed to make Lena's breath hitch. "I hope that one day you can forgive me."

Her trembling arms lock around Kara's shoulders, and Kara nuzzles against her hair, chest expanding as she breathes Lena in. Lena closes her eyes and oh, Kara's touch is grounding and these arms feel more like home than any place on earth ever could.

She doesn't expect the soft lingering kiss that Kara leans in and presses to her temple and the intimacy and affection of it shatters Lena's careful composure. Tears fills her eyes, tears that spill down her face as her breathing shortens and they don't have time for this, they have to stop Lex from whatever he's plotting, they have to -

But patient, gentle Kara frames her face between warm palms, tenderly brushing the tears away with the pad of her thumbs and the anchoring force of another kiss pressed sweetly against her skin.

Her kiss is light dawning in the darkness, darkness that rushes out from Lena's heart and flees from the crevices of her soul as Kara's kisses move across her temple and down to her eyebrows. She doesn't stop, pressing them in reverence across her eyelids, sweeping along the bridge of Lena's nose down to the apple of her cheeks, a sweet calming force that quiets Lena's mind.

It's new, this level of intimacy, the fact that they've never really used kisses for comforting each other in all of their years of friendship. Lena finds that she can't get enough of it, craves the press of Kara's warm mouth on her skin and can't believe that they've never done this before.

She flushes brightly when Kara tilts her chin with a hand covering her jaw to drop a kiss just below Lena's ear and stills long enough for Lena to reopen her eyes.

Kara's cheeks are a lovely red and Lena's eyes get stuck there, admiring their rosy hue. She doesn't know what expression her face forms as Kara moves back a little but they stare at each other, all heavy lidded eyes and soft breaths mingling in the short space between. The staring lengthens to the point where Lena feels like she's about to combust beneath the allure of those magnetic blue eyes.

So she moves in, drawn to Kara, softly touching their noses together. The action elicits a wobbly smile from Kara's pretty pink lips and Lena closes her eyes again, hands falling to grasp onto Kara’s suit clad biceps. Her nose skims across the rise of Kara's cheek, and down to her calming fluttering pulse, overwhelmed by the scent of peaches clinging to her skin.

One of Kara's hands finds her hip again, the other mindlessly tangling in Lena's hair and Lena can't think of a safer place than these arms as she absentmindedly noses along the slope of Kara's neck till the point where the supersuit starts. Her lips tingle where they accidentally meet warm skin and she draws back a little to intentionally press them lightly against the hollow of Kara's throat.

It's a bit concerning that she doesn't have the wherewithal to be mortified by her actions, but Kara's only reaction is a quiet breath against her ear.

So she does it again, soft, tentative.

This time Kara makes a tiny noise of encouragement that fills Lena with ardor and she wants to hear it again, has to hear it again. So she opens her mouth a little and scrapes her teeth along the corded muscles of Kara’s neck, feeling them flutter beneath the soft roll of her tongue. Kara's breathing turns heavy.

Lena delights at the response and the feeling of Kara's fingers tightening in her hair. She grows bolder with her kisses, moving back up Kara's neck and across the line of her jaw like a woman possessed.

This isn't something that best friends do. But right now they weren't even friends. And Lena's always been a little too in love with Kara to truly make her an enemy.

"Lena," Kara says, the name a soft aching sigh as Lena presses a litany of sweet kisses along Kara's soft reddened cheek, unable to stop or draw herself away as those fingers clench tighter in her hair.

Kara's breathing is a mess, and she closes her eyes as Lena carefully tucks a lock of blonde hair behind her ear, lips still pressed to soft warm skin.

"I'm sorry too." She whispers, soft, penitent. The tears come again, the shame at what she'd done a suffocating force as her lips tremble against Kara's skin, dangerously close to the corner of her mouth. "I hurt you and I know I can't make up for what I did but I promise, I'm going to try."

Kara's hand slips beneath the blouse that had loosened from where it had been tucked in her jeans and Lena's breath hitches as her warm hand lands on equally warm skin. She kisses Kara's cheek again, pressing closer, feels like they aren't truly close enough as she kisses her again and again.

Kara's lips catch the last kiss aimed for the corner of her mouth and her hand slides around to Lena's lower back, making Lena's heart flutter.

She doesn't lose stride, if anything, she's embolden, her silken mouth parting Lena's lips with a soft tremor. The kiss immediately deepens, no prelude, no hesitancy, only a soothing whisper of Lena's hands moving to tenderly frame Kara’s face and kisses as inevitable as freefall.

Kara's kisses are transcendental and Lena's mouth parts below hers as her thumbs sweep against the apple of Kara's cheeks, lips aching with apologies and promises.

The crest of the House of El presses tight against her chest and Lena presses a palm directly over it, a silent promise, a deep shuddering breath escaping her lips as Kara's second hand moves to join the other as they frame the dips on her lower back.

Lena's hands shift to tangle in the red cape on Kara's back as she kisses her with salt on her lips and forgiveness on her tongue. Kara's mouth trembles against hers, a reminder of the more difficult parts of the conversation still to come and a sweet tentative taste of the reconciliation awaiting them.

Happy Supercorp Sunday everyone!! Once again this fic was written on Twitter today in response to the gif tweeted above by @CSIRJen who's awesome and just provides inspiring tweets that make me write these weird little stories 😅 thank you to everyone who's gotten this far, I'm always amazed when people read all of my rambling words.

#supercorp #supergirl #lena luthor #kara danvers #ties that bind #s5x19 scene extension #basically i saw supercorp's handshake in this scene and thought the cee w could have done better #my toxic trait is that anytime i see s5 angst as a gif or video i think supercorp should just hug and kiss about it #so here is me making them do exactly that #nothing like kisses to heal wounds 🥺💗#my writing #my fics #supercorp twitter fic #twitter fic chaos #s5 finale re-do?#happy supercorp sunday

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lololollywrites · 3 months

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New fic alert! (Complete)

Breathe

I'm so sorry it's taken this long, everyone! I was so thrilled by the reaction a little blurb of this fic in my "WIP Friday" post last week garnered - thank you all for reblogging and commenting! Do note that the text in that post has changed a bit with edits and revisions. Unfortunately, the full story just took more time to complete than I had anticipated. It's here now, though!

BREATHE: Sherlock's death is announced a bit... prematurely. Things spiral from there. (HLV fix-it)

M, Chapters 1/1, 8,525 words

Temporary character death, grief, angst, musings on shock and its various forms, mentions of blood, canon-typical violence, as in Sherlock's gunshot wound, mentions of vomit, Mary is not nice, John really goes through it here, feelings realization, character study of a short, John and Mycroft having an honest conversation, rating for language

“Sit, Dr. Watson. I beg of you. I’ll get you some water and then I’d be happy to take you to him so you can say goodbye.” “Ah. Mm. No. No. It’s not possible, all right? It’s Sherlock. Sherlock. I already… I already…" I already suffered this once. This time, it’ll kill me. “Is there anyone we can call for–” But John was no longer listening. He was walking. Fast; in strides as long as his legs could manage. Away from Dr. Fredericks. Far from the A&E waiting area. Toward the grand glass entryway. Shouts followed him as he went – requests for him to come back, to sit down, to listen. They faded in volume the farther John’s feet carried him and dissipated entirely as soon as the automatic doors slid shut.

@johnlocky, @totallysilvergirl, @discordantwords, @jrow, @missdeliadili, @battledress, @helloliriels, @mxster-jocale, @cortinita, @calaisreno, @englandwouldfall, @kettykika78, @algyswinburne, @7-percent, @naefelldaurk, @inevitably-johnlocked

#my fics #bbc sherlock #ao3 #breathe #so happy this is finally done!

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m00ngbin · 3 days

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Hey :] I finished it :D (EXPLODES)

It's October 14th, 2004 and Shou is watching his first solar eclipse with his mother (the title is really direct and literal skjkajska)

#happy shou sunday #ohh im so happy i finally got it done #ive had the suzuki family bug for like a month and i finally wrote something #out of all of the fics ive ever written (2) this one is my favorite #ANYWAYS IF YOU READ IT I HOPE YOU LIKE IT #mp100 #idk if anybody was actually waiting for this bc ive only mentioned it like three times but if you were i am happy to report that its done #and im very proud of it #damn. its like three days after i planned to have it finished 😮‍💨

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insoukokuhell-434 · 8 months

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My main blog :]

- @lovingiseasy-434

Soukoku Fic Rec Masterlist <3

Literal Sleeping Together/ Cuddling & Snuggling

Care-taking & hurt/comfort

Dazai takes care of Chuuya

Chuuya takes care of Dazai

Fluff

First Kiss

Getting Together/Love Confessions

Angst & Fluff

Angst with a Happy Ending

Adding more when I can find the time!

You can check my ‘skk fic rec’ tag for fics I’ve reblogged if u want more :]

And ‘skk writing’ for some fantastic short form writing!

Happy Reading! ❤️

(I’ll be updating this post whenever I post new rec lists)

#I'm so happy I finally got this done!#I've wanted to do this for 2 years :')#sierra’s recs #skk fic rec #ok to reblog #sierra’s posts 🌸

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blorbocedes · 11 months

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footnote in someone else's happiness

E, 4.6k, galex (background chalex)

infidelity, complicated relationships, unreliable narrator, character study, the misogyny is the point, pwp except it's exposition with some sex

summary:

George's wife has filled their flat with chintz. To keep it real Alex fucks him on the floor.

Alternatively;

George can access a shameless naked ambition that blinds Alex to look at. You're not supposed to want to marry the social climbing leech, and he's not supposed to admit he is one.

#finally. after MONTHS #omg I'm so happy it's done 🥹 I think it's really interesting and I hope you find it too!#done just in time before succession hours. no actual spoilers of the show just vibes #galex #my fics #f1 rpf

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novantinuum · 4 months

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Anyways, I declare this era as Steven Universe Fixation 2: More Fun, Less Bullshit

#the fandom is more peaceful finally #there's less people being noisy with takes i disagree with #my fics are going to get less traffic thus less chances of rude commenters #i am Not majorly active in any SU servers #i do Not have to deal with my ex friends #instead this is a happy and joyous time for creativity #like legit... i got seven pieces of art done in the past two weeks #and i've written over 5K words since the beginning of the year #it's been so nice to reconnect with old stories #and to start dreaming up new one-shots #i just feel like sometimes i need to grit my teeth and go 'it WILL be different this time'#bc there's nothing i'd hate more than to drag myself into the same patterns and let the same things bother me again #so nope!#we're going to be Better than that #we're going to block when things mildly annoy me #we're going to stop looking at youtube comments #we're going to stop looking through the tags #we're going to focus on creativity instead of comparing to others #so speaketh jen #jen rambles

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astaraels · 4 months

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A Place for You to Love Me

Chapter 3 - "The Boy's No Good—The Boy is Just No Good"

He's going to be the death of him if they keep this up. But he can't bring himself to stop, and can't keep himself away.

#shameless soulmates au #gallavich #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #mandy milkovich #leinth writes fic #gallavich fanfic #shameless fanfic #ian x mickey #mickey x ian #shameless #IT'S FINALLY DONE this chapter took for fucking ever but here it is and i'm so happy with how it turned out!!!

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revolutionsoftheheart · 10 months

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“We ended our relationship—” “Our romantic relationship. For the… the fifth time.” Five times Jean-Luc and Beverly tried to make it work.

[read five on ao3]

#picard x crusher #beverly crusher #jean luc picard #star trek tng #star trek picard #tng fic #picard fic #it's finally done people!!!#i am both nervous and extremely happy #made this little photoset to celebrate #i hadn't opened photoshop in ages #this is so old school hahaha #oh well #now to go distract myself so i don't refresh ao3 for the next couple of hours

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thebluestbluewords · 1 year

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I'm Not Scared of What You're Gonna Tell Me

(~2k, Jaylos, TW for food issues/isle related food restriction. Seriously. This one is a little heavier than I usually write for tumblr.)

“When did you last eat?”

Carlos pulls himself out of the schematic he’d been mentally working on. It’s easier to focus on certain things (like the problem of where to put the extra wire in the blender he’s trying to reconstruct) when he’s got something to do with his hands, and even easier still to get absorbed in the mental work when he’s got someone there to watch his back. “What?”

Jay makes a soft noise. He’s perching on the windowsill again, but at least he’s on the outside this time. It’s not that anyone in Hell Hall is going to come into the kitchen, but it’s safer to have an easy escape route. The last time he came inside they had to jam him into the kitchen closet when Jasper unexpectedly poked his head into the kitchen, and while the closet is great for storing things like the occasional rusty canned goods and unrotten potatoes they get sent over from the mainland, it’s not a great place for a human person to hide in, and the amount of dirt they had to try and clean up wasn’t worth the small increase in comfort that Jay gets from sitting inside the window rather than on the sill outside. “You’re always in here,” he says casually. “but I don’t think I’ve ever seen you eat anything you make. When did you last eat?”

There’s a pile of walnuts sitting on the countertop, next to the cutting board. Carlos reaches over with his left hand and picks up a single broken nut. He pops it in his mouth. It’s small enough that it won’t be missed from the sauce. “Right now.”

“Doesn’t count. C’mon.”

Carlos gestures down at the fully loaded cutting board he’s still working with. At the bubbling pot he’s got sitting on the stove. At the unmentioned presence of his mother in the next room, drinking herself to death and waiting for her nonexistent servants to bring out dinner to her and the guests, who also don’t exist and probably wouldn’t want to stay for dinner regardless. The Isle is a bit lacking in ingredients, and tomato-walnut soup isn’t exactly the level of fine dining that Cruella’s high-society patrons would have been used to had they ever existed, much less now, when they definitely don’t and likely won’t ever exist again.

Still. Even without servants, without ingredients, and without a hope of ever getting off the Isle of the Lost again, dinner must be served. “I can’t leave,” Carlos explains patiently. “I have to be here until dinner’s done.”

Jay rolls his eyes, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. “C’mon outside for one minute. She won’t notice, I promise.”

She will. She has before, even just for a moment, even when it’s just a second of fresh air because the smoke inside the house is making his lungs close up again. “She will.”

Jay shifts again, restlessly. His is a body meant to be in motion. He’s not built for sitting still and watching like this, but he keeps coming by to do it despite the fact that he’s definitely got more interesting things to do with his night. It’s weirdly sweet of him to keep coming by just to sit on the windowsill and keep Carlos company while he attempts to scrape something together to feed his mother and her minions, but it’s also wholly unnecessary, and they both know it. “What if you just hop out here for a sec? No door opening and closing means no problem with the noise, right?” Jay offers, hopefully.

“She’ll notice if the noise in here stops. I can’t leave until this is done–” Carlos gestures with his chin towards the pot bubbling on the stove, not stopping the smooth chopping motion he’s been practicing since he was probably too young to hold a knife. Red juice drips down the sides of his hands, coating them in the sticky mess that he’s going to have to wash off the cutting board and the entire counter later. Jay would probably lick it off, if Carlos would let him. “And she’s eaten and left me the dishes to clean. I can maybe steal a few minutes while I’m supposed to be washing up, but nothing before that.”

Jay whistles through his teeth, the sound low and impressed. Or maybe not. Villains are villains no matter where they are, and just because Cruella has a house to maintain doesn’t actually make her worse than any of the other adults on the isle. “Damn. Tight leash much?”

“You know it. So, you gonna stick around for…” Carlos hesitates. At least another forty minutes for the soup to be done, and then twenty minutes of coaxing his mother to put down her drink and actually eat, and then dinner and cleanup after that. “At least an hour and a half until I’m done?”

Jay nods. “So long as you promise me you’ll eat something after that.”

It’s one of the easiest promises that Carlos has ever made. “Sure thing. I’ll meet you in the treehouse once I’m done here. I’ve got food in there that my mom doesn’t even know about, and it’s not even moldy this time.”

“Sure,” Jay echoes back. There’s a weird furrow between his eyes that’s not usually there. “You have food up there?”

“Yeah, I just said that.” Carlos says, letting a hint of the irritation he’s feeling bleed into his voice. He’s tired, and hungry, and the smell of the tomato soup is making his stomach ache. “What else do I need to repeat? Hour and a half, treehouse, we’ll both be there. You can hang out down here until then, but I can’t give you anything from the kitchen tonight, I’m sorry. There’s barely enough for my mom and her henchmen as it is, and if we take anything she’s going to notice and have my hide for it.”

“I didn’t ask for anything,” Jay says, sounding irritated as well, even though he wasn’t just a moment ago. “I get it. You can’t share tonight.”

It feels like they’re talking at odds with each other, which isn’t how talking with Jay usually feels, and it’s making Carlos more pissed off than he has any right to be. “I didn’t say that,” he snaps. “I said I can’t give you anything from the kitchen. You can have whatever you want from my stash, you know that. It’s all up where it usually is. If you’re just here to take my food you can go up and eat already, you don’t have to wait for me to do it.”

“I’m not going to leave you to starve down here while I go through your stash,” Jay insists, gesturing short and sharp and irritated. “Dude. I’m not that much of a dick. You deserve it more than me.”

Carlos doesn’t deserve anything, not until the food is done and his mom and her henchmen have had their fill. He cooks and cleans and survives on the scraps they don’t want, and that’s how it’s always been, and he’s fine. He’s got his treehouse and his machines, and the barrier that keeps him from dying outright from the hunger. He’s not like Jay, who steals all his meals himself and doesn’t get pushed around at school and isn’t afraid to tell people no when he doesn’t want to do something.

“I–” Carlos huffs out a sharp breath, annoyed at the way things are going. “Whatever, man. Just do whatever you want.”

A dark, sulky look passes over Jay’s face, and then he relaxes into his usual carefree expression. “Fine,” he says, letting whatever irritation he’s been carrying fade away into nothing. “I will.”

Carlos breathes out a sigh of relief, and turns back to his pot, where the broth he’d made ages ago, back when he’d had a string of good luck with his machines and sold one of them for enough money to buy a whole chicken from the market, is bubbling away. They’d had a freezer up until about a day ago, when the stupidly old-fashioned thing broke down again in the first heat wave of the year, so now he’s using up the few things he’d had squirrelled away in there before they go bad. Or, worse. Not much makes it over to the isle before it goes bad, and the original broth had been made with some pretty questionable root vegetables, in addition to the chicken carcass that he’d saved after picking it clean.

Jay clatters his way inside the window, and Carlos turns back to him, irritation faded but not forgotten. “What’re you doing.” he asks, and it’s not a question. “You can’t be inside when my mother comes in, remember?”

“I know, chill the fuck out.” Jay says, leaning down to tuck his head through the open window. “I’m just helping you out for a sec.”

There are only so many things that Carlos can worry about at once, and the whims of another teenage boy aren’t one of them. “Thanks.”

“No problem,” Jay says, grinning, and presses their lips together.

Carlos opens his mouth into the kiss on pure instinct. Sweetness blooms across his tongue, bitter and rich and complex all at once. Jay slips his tongue deeper, and the flavor spreads, somehow even sweeter than before as it melts and spreads deeper. It’s like nothing that Carlos has ever tasted before, and he’s kissed Jay a lot of times, in a lot of situations. It therefore stands to reason that this isn’t some new and previously unknown kissing ability that Jay’s developed, and is instead some rare treat that he’s chosen to share. Through kissing.

Well then.

Carlos tips his head back, going pliant and soft under the attention. The flavor is somehow hot, sweetness combining with the bitter bite of it and spreading to make his mouth feel warm and tacky with whatever the treat is. Jay nibbles at his lip, and Carlos obediently opens his mouth wider, so that Jay can slip more of his tongue inside, and–

Oh. Deposit a soft chunk of something inside his mouth, something that tastes amazing and even more delicious when it’s not diluted by two people’s worth of spit and slick kissing messiness.

Jay pulls back, one hand guiding Carlos’s chin up so that he closes his mouth properly around the treat, the other planted firmly on his hip, holding him upright. Gods, but it’s nice to have somebody around who knows exactly the ways that Carlos likes to be kissed, and also understands that the wobbly thing that always happens with his knees afterwards is fine and normal and just means he needs a second more support before being let go again.

Gods. Carlos is a man (teenager. whatever.) of science, but a treat this good deserves the invocation of some sort of higher power, because there is no way that Jay got something this good on the isle without divine intervention. It’s soft and sweet while not being overpowering the way the usual boiled sweets they sometimes get over are, and the background flavor is somehow bitter like coffee without being like coffee, and it’s so good that Carlos doesn’t want to swallow the last little sliver of it and have it be gone forever.

He does, because keeping a mouthful of sweet spit in his mouth forever would actually be disgusting, and opens his eyes to find Jay grinning at him.

“It’s good, right?”

Carlos nods. “It’s so good. How did–what is it?”

Jay laughs. “It’s called dark chocolate. My dad got a case from one of the goblins, and he’s been trying to sell it without letting anyone know he has it. I got curious, and–” he gestures between them. “You’re the best cook I know, so I figured if anyone deserves to try it with me, it’s gotta be you.”

Carlos shouldn’t be greedy. He’s a– He’s a villain. He’s allowed a brief indulgence of greed. “Do you have more?”

Jay pulls a paper-wrapped package out of his hip pocket. “Not much. I was gonna wait until later, but…”

Carlos is still so hungry that the smell of cooking chicken broth and tomatoes is making him faintly nauseous, and the soup will have to be tended to soon, and his mother is still in the room just across the hall, and could come in at any moment, but. “I will literally suck your dick right here in this kitchen if you let me have more.”

Jay laughs. “Dude. No dick sucking necessary. I brought it over here for you.”

Carlos breathes in slowly, pulling the air in through his mouth. The flavor of the chocolate is still lingering on the back of his tongue, and he wants.

“Give me an hour,” Carlos says slowly, letting the words drag over his tongue as he says them, imagining that they’re as sweet and delicious as the chocolate that Jay has waiting in the paper wrapper for them. “One hour. To finish this. And then I’ll meet you in the treehouse, and you can have whatever you want.”

“Deal,” Jay whispers against his lips. “Don’t be late.”

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finally

fluff & angst | juke | 1.9k | ao3

“Come oooon Luke, just one date.” Julie slumps against Luke’s side, head resting on his shoulder as she tilts her face up towards his to better flutter her eyelashes at him, pout already in place.

Luke’s eyes flicker down to look at Julie, only to regret it a moment later. He closes his eyes, jaw ticking, as he grits his teeth in an effort to clamp down on the surge of unwelcome emotions. They’ve been best friends for years and yet his feelings only managed to get stronger, never wavering.

With eyes still closed, he turns to face the ceiling, head rolling against the back cushion on the old weathered black couch.

It was always easier to keep it under control when he wasn’t looking at her.

“I don’t see how me taking her out on a date helps you out in this scenario.”

“She likes you! She’s always talking about how hot you are, and knows we’re best friends — if I manage to set you up with her at least once, she might finally get off my back.”

“And what’s in it for me?” He says, but knows he’ll regret it the second he asks.

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“You get to go out on a date! With a rising star at that, who’s pretty popular with most of the guys our age,” Julie grins, seemingly proud of her pitch.

Luke sighs. “I never said I wanted to go out on a date, let alone with Carrie, Jules.”

Julie bumps him side with her shoulder. “You haven’t been on a date in ages Luke, you gotta make yourself available. Test the waters,” she shudders at her words, shaking her head before continuing. “You know what I mean. And this is the perfect opportunity! A win-win for the both of us!” She ends her speech on a bright note, fist pumping the air in front of her in triumph.

He knew that reasoning was coming, knew she’d bring that up again, trying to push him to go out and date even when he’s never shown any interest in anyone.

Anyone other than the oblivious best friend resting against his side.

He swallows back against the lump in his throat, and answers her.

“Julie I said no.”

“Luuuuuke, you don’t even need to look at her! Just one date and I can finally catch a break at work. I’m still the newbie and the b-listers won’t stop picking on me.” Julie shifts against his side, arms coming up to wrap around his bicep. Luke takes in a sudden intake of air at the sudden contact, eyes still squeezed shut.

“Jules…” he grits out, jaw clenched.

“Doesn’t even need to be dinner! You can just walk down the street side by side, maybe get a coffee and just let Carrie do all the talking. She’s good at that,” she adds in a disgruntled tone. “Pleaaaaaaaase.”

Luke can’t help groaning out loud at her pleading, his self-control reaching its limit.

“No.”

“But-“

“No.”

“Luke-”

“Julie!” He snaps, “can you just stop trying to get me to date other women?!” The outburst takes them both by surprise, Julie pulling away from him. Luke immediately regrets his loss of control, repeatedly cursing himself for letting that slip in front of her. He takes in a deep breath, and then another, before allowing himself to lift his head and open his eyes.

He finds julie sitting a few inches away from him, her eyes wide. She looked like a deer caught in headlights, and it squeezed at his heart — he did that.

“I-I’m so sorry Jules, I didn’t mean- it’s been a long week and that just kinda slipped out...” Luke continues to ramble, hand automatically creeping up to rub at the back of his neck as he keeps his eyes fixed on her, carefully watching and hoping to see that expression melt away from her features.

“I’m sorry,” he repeats, bringing his disjointed apology to an end.

Fuck. After years of being able to keep it under control, he managed to fuck up in the most explosive way.

“Julie,” he tries again, gently nudging her with his knee, “please say something.”

She blinks once, twice, then shakes her head, eyes slipping away from his. He watches her as she looks at anything but him, curls sliding down her cheek and obscuring his view, while her fingers nervously start fiddling with the ripped edges of the hoodie she stole from him.

Luke can feel his heart sinking to the floor, cold and heavy, as he realises this might be the first time he’s ever seen Julie this nervous around him.

Avoiding eye contact.

He tentatively reaches out with his free hand, aiming to brush away the curls keeping him from seeing her, but immediately stops when he sees Julie subtly sway to the side and away from him. He curls his fingers into a fist, dropping his hand back onto his lap. Nodding once to himself (and to Julie’s unspoken rejection), Luke lets out a deep breath, and pushes himself to his feet.

“I think I’ll uh- head home a little earlier today. Reg said he wanted to catch the last episode of love is blind, and uh- yeah. I’ll- I’ll see you around, Jules.” He keeps his gaze fixed straight ahead of him, too scared to look down and see Julie still avoiding his gaze — or worse, looking at him with hurt and disappointment. “I really am sorry, Julie.”

He moves to take a step around the coffee table and head towards the exit, only to stop mid-motion when he feels warm fingers wrap around his right hand.

He looks downs to find a familiar hand holding him in place.

“Wh-what did you mean by…by ‘other women’?” at the sound of her hushed voice, Luke’s gaze gets pulled away from her hand as it travels upwards in search of hers-

But comes up short.

She still isn’t looking at him, but she’s touching him, talking to him — that’s gotta mean something, right? Hopefully something good?

Except when his brain finally catches up to him, to the situation at hand, and registers the words that accompanied the voice he treasures most, Luke feels the swell of relief that had subconsciously started to rise up in his chest deflate very, very quickly.

His mind stumbles to catch up, to think of something to say, anything, but any time he tries to blurt out a lie, his lips refuse to budge.

And the longer he stands there in silence, the more suffocating it feels to hold in the truth he’s been guarding for so, so long.

“I-” he starts, before cutting himself off and clenching his jaw. He closes his eyes for a second, taking in a deep breath, and tries again. It isn’t lost on him that Julie’s fingers are still wrapped around his own — it’s strange, actually, how it gives him a very small boost of confidence.

“You’re always trying to set me up with people even though I never asked you to.” Julie’s head finally shifts, whipping up to stare at him with a guilty look in her eyes. Luke quickly continues in an effort to clear the misunderstanding.

“Not that- I don’t mean I’m not thankful- I mean-“ Luke lets out a frustrated huff of air, scratching the back of his head and ruffling his hair in the process. This was impossible.

“I appreciate that you’re thinking of me, and trying to get me to date, but Jules I- I’m honestly not interested in dating any of the girls you- I mean just dating in general. Not- at least…” Luke takes in another deep breath as he averts his eyes, heart pounding in his throat. “Not if it’s not you.”

Luke’s too worked up to take a look at Julie, choosing to focus on the hanging chairs in the ceiling instead. He feels her fingers grow slack, the grip they had on his hand loosening until they’re dropping away.

His hand feels cold.

They stay that way for a few minutes, each passing second more excruciating than the next.

He scared her off with his feelings — he feels too much all the time and music was always a good conductor, but his feelings for Julie have been building up for so long he just-

They exploded out of him.

Did he just mess this up? Did he ruin the perfect thing he had going on with his best friend because he couldn’t keep his emotions in check? Luke’s fingers curl into fists, the anger he felt at himself boiling up — this was just like what he did with his mom; he’s always messing perfectly good situations because he can’t keep his fucking mouth shu-

Luke’s eyes pop back open mid-thought when he feels a light touch on the back of his hand, soft and tentative. His head dips down to stare at his hand, finding familiar fingers lingering nearby. He’s too nervous to look up, to meet Julie’s gaze, and potentially face the consequences of his actions, but he did this and this was Julie — she deserved better.

Taking yet another deep breath, Luke slowly lifts his gaze up, following the path up from her wrist to her elbow, shoulder, and then shifts his eyes across her face until they meets hers.

What he finds there takes him by surprise-

She’s looking straight at him, eyes wide and glistening. They almost looked…hopeful?

Luke’s heart skips a beat, getting ahead of itself as it races towards a conclusion that feels way too good to be true.

“You- you never asked.”

This time his heart doesn’t skip a beat, but several.

His mind goes blank for a moment, unable to process the situation he’s in.

Did she just-

No. No way. She didn’t-

“What?” Luke slowly turns to fully face Julie, who was still curled up on the couch looking up at him.

“You never asked.”

“I-” Luke isn’t usually one to be left speechless, but the girl in front of him seems to be able to do it repeatedly.

Did this mean what he thought it meant?

Julie continues to stare up at him patiently, almost expectantly, as if she was waiting for him to get his shit together and…do something.

Luke shakes his head to shake loose words, any words, and opens his mouth.

“Uh-” no, not that word Luke. It’s hard to focus when she’s staring at him like that. He clears his throat and tries again.

“Julie, do you- will go out with me?”

He barely manages a semi-coherent sentence, his mind still unable to believe this is happening. He blinks once, twice, and just stands there like an idiot, waiting for some kind of answer from Julie.

Hopefully a positive one. It has to be, right? She wouldn’t just say that and then brutally reject him right? She wouldn’t, righ-

Julie stands up, derailing his thoughts.

She’s standing so close in front of him, he can feel her breaths brush against his face. He wants to step back but he doesn’t — it’s almost habit at this point to always have a safe space between them but maybe he didn’t need to anymore?

Luke watches her as she reaches out to hold his hand, slipping her fingers in between his.

She looks up from their conjoined hands at the same time as he does, their gazes meeting.

“I’ve been waiting for you to ask for a long time,” she says, a small smile lifting up the corner of her lips. “I’d love to, Luke.”

Luke isn’t sure what happened next, who moved first, who did what when, but all he knows is that he was suddenly cradling her face in his hands, pulling her closer and closer and closer.

Finally.

#MORHERIFIFBEJBR FINALLY DONE #oh my God this is so extra and dramatic #but after 277363 months i finally finished it #happy juke jeudi!#jatp #juke #julie and the phantoms #the mood switches in this are wild #SO DRAMATIC #my fics #hmm might just post this on ao3 i miss that birch #jatp fics

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