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thevirtualvalentine · 9 months

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002. ONE PIECE, TRAFALGAR LAW.

content warnings: nsfw, med student!law, riding, perv!law, dick sucking, roles switch part way through, college au, maybe more.

plot: oh no! you’ve come down with the common cold and luffy suggest you visit his friend.. traffy? at the on-campus med clinic. seems simple enough till you’re fucking his brains out.

word count: 3.3k

It was just a simple cold, a quick trip in and out of the health clinic is all it would take. Get your decongestant, maybe a cough drop or two and lickity split you’d be better in no time. It’s not that you’re scared of the doctors office, just a bit wary of them whilst the process is long, arduous, and usually results in a headache. That’s why you thought the smaller on campus clinic would be quicker than scheduling an appointment, your friend Luffy said he knew the guy that worked there and added that he was, ‘grumpy but pretty practical.’ Went on a long tangent saying they’d known each other forever, yada yada, “go see him, he’d like you.”

It wasn’t a far walk from your dorm, plus it was a nice day out, the weather didn’t seem to make you feel any worse. When you walked into the small health center, you were shocked to see that no one else was there. The lights were dim in the main office and you would have sworn it was closed if a deep voice didn’t call out to you from another room, “Back here, what can I do for ya?”

You pull your jacket over yourself from the below sub temperatures when you make your way down the hallway. “Um… Traffy? Luffy said you’re studying pre-med. I just feel pretty congested is all..” You eye over the note Luffy had given you to double check the pronunciation, he knows you get pretty nervous at new places with people you don’t know. Annoyance shrouds his voice when he speaks again.

“Traffy? Of course that idiot told you to say that,” you can hear him sigh as you come up to the door. You shove the crumpled up piece of paper into your pocket simultaneously as you enter his office, shuffling awkwardly because he doesn’t look up from the paper work in his hand.

“Sorry bout that, what should I call you?” You can't see his face but he has short black hair that’s a bit messy, his hands show that he has vitiligo and tattoos? A bit built for a doctor, but the white lab coat makes him pop out amongst the pristine and dim space.

“La-” he finally looks up from his stack of miscellaneous books and papers but stutters over his words, “Traffy is fine.” He’s quick to clear his throat while giving a light awkward smile, all annoyance in his tone suddenly gone in thin air. You give a small wave as you pass your weight back and forth on the balls of your feet. The handsome man shakes his head in the act of doing a double take before he asks for your name. “Where are my manners, you are?”

“No no, it’s ok! y/n is fine,” your nerves cause you to mimic his verbiage as you stand planted in the middle of the room. He has these deep yellow eyes that stare you down while he asks you about your symptoms, asking when they first appeared and how long you’ve been feeling unwell.

He tsks which makes you gulp, worried that you’ve come down with a life threatening disease that seemingly has no cure. The snap of latex gloves against his tattooed hands snaps you out of your panic, “Well now, that just won’t do. No worries, doctor Law is here to help.” His low voice eases your nerves. As he stands up you realize how tall he is, and as his face comes into light you’re taken aback at just how handsome he really is. You’re almost annoyed at Luffy for hiding his hot friend from you, scruff that seems to suit him so well across his speckled features. Gold earrings with splotches of white hair scattered across his hairline. You’re praying your fever can explain why you feel so hot all of a sudden in such a cold room.

“Say ‘ahh’ for me.” His large hand rests underneath your chin, subtly tilting your head up to face him. Now you’re certain it’s not the fever that’s making you feel hot, it’s definitely him.

“Ahhh,” you stick your tongue out timidly, trying to avoid his almost predatory gaze while averting your eyes. All of a sudden his free hand enters your field of vision as two thick gloved fingers slide against your tongue, pushing the pads along the slimy surface. “Good,” he remarks monotonously, bright eyes never leaving your face.

Your mouth instinctively closes around his digits and you swear a light smile tugs at his lips before he retracts his fingers slowly. “Shit, sorry about that,” you say nervously, god you could jump off a bridge right now. How embarrassing, or so you think.

“Mhm, no gag reflex?” With his back turned to you he discards the gloves in a waste bin, ushering you to sit down on the examination table with a point of his finger.

You’re confused by his question, does he mean this in a medical sense or a practical one? The man is a doctor you suppose, it’s always best to be honest with your doctor, right? “Only when I’m brushing my teeth, why?” Those butterflies are back, causing you to swing your feet absentmindedly as you tell him the truth.

He returns to you with a stethoscope in hand as he places the ends in his ears. “Nothing, can you remove your jacket for me?” His demeanor makes your heart thump wildly in your chest, words that come out so smooth like he’s a practiced professional. You’re sure there’s something wrong with you because you’re getting turned on from a simple check up in the schools minute clinic.

You try to calm your heart as you take off your jacket, leaving you in a simple flimsy tank top. Hopefully he won’t be able to hear it’s [your heart’s] erratic beat. You curse yourself for not wearing a bra, you didn’t expect your ‘check up’ to go this way when you dressed yourself for the day, it was supposed to be a quick trip.

The cold air chills your nipples, making them visible through the thin fabric as they pebble up. Another pang of embarrassment stabs at your pride when he leans down to press the diaphragm over your chest.“Am I making you nervous?” It’s in the way he doesn’t even look at you as he presses the cold material over your blazing skin. “Your heart is beating so fast.”

“No…” you do your best to lie, hopefully that can save you or else you’ll have to hide in your dorm for the rest of your days while Luffy harasses you over embarrassing yourself in front of his friend.

“Your body doesn’t lie sweetness,” you can feel his stare drilling holes into your forehead now. “Ah, there it goes again.” You think you’re going to melt on top of his exam table if he doesn’t stop revealing things you don’t want to tell him. Your grip on the doctor roll makes it crackle beneath your hands as you try to calm down before you speak.

“What kind of examination is this anyway, I told you I’m just congested.” Defensiveness consumes you as you lean away from his touch, brain too rattled by his other worldly looks and words. You cross your arms and snub your head to the side, unbeknownst to you but most definitely to his own enjoyment it pushes your breasts together. You sigh, feeling bad for raising your voice at him. Maybe a bit of honesty will lessen the tension between you both.

“Look, I’m sorry for yelling, it’s just you’re really attractive and it’s making me nervous.” You drop your guard as you look up at him earnestly, apologizing isn’t always your strong suit.

He could be wrong, but he feels you want him in the way he wants you too. Luffy was right, his friend was hot. He’d heard about you in fleeting conversations, but was always curious to know what you looked like. There was just no way any normal person would want to be around that guy for more than a few minutes at a time. He could kill that guy for hiding such a beauty from him.

“I can help with that.” He turns his back to you once again, setting down his stethoscope. You’re gagged from the fact he blatantly ignored your confession. Your eyes that had drifted to the side now meet his as you stare at him wide eyed in disbelief. He leans over you, slotting his knee between your legs while his hands rest on either side of your head. You blink at him a few times dumbfounded because a few seconds ago you were sitting up but now lay flat on your back as he cages you in. Desire swirls deep in your stomach as you clench your fists.

He doesn’t make any sort of move on you till he has your consent. Sure he’s definitely already used some of his medical practice to his advantage, but he’s not here to hurt you. He won’t do anything to you unless he's sure you feel the same way.

You’re so turned on by it all that your legs squeeze together, interrupted by the knee slotted between them. “Please?” It comes out as more of a whine than anything while you place your hands on his shoulders, dragging him down to kiss you. It's sloppy and rushed at best, filled with mutual hunger as your tongues collide. His knee slides further and further upwards till it makes contact with your cunt that’s slowly becoming needier for more of his touch.

The swap of saliva is anything but sanitary and you almost feel bad for the fact you’ll get him sick after this. When he pulls away a string of spit connects you both, glimmering under the dimmed fluorescent lights, “here, lemme get that.” Traffy, or rather Law, swipes the pad of his thumb across your bottom lip trying to clean up the mess he’s made, a shame, you like it dirty. You catch the digit with your tongue before sucking it into your mouth, working your warm muscle all over whatever’s available to you. His eyes darken a shade as they gloss over when you release his finger with a loud pop sound.

“Is this still part of the ‘check up’” you tease, a coy smile tugs at your lips as you try to rock your hips against his knee. “Cause if so, I think I’m a little sick Doc.” He likes this flirtier side of you, what happened to the girl who walked into his office 30 minutes ago that couldn’t look him in the eye? Who knew such a shitty job with inadequate pay could be so fun.

Law lets his speckled hands run along your sides, groping whatever free skin he can. “Yeah? Think the only cure’s suckin me off. It’s terminal. Better work fast, doctor's orders.” His words send shivers of excitement coasting through you like waves. You’re entranced by that smirk of his, what other kinds of faces can a stoic man like him make?

You sit up to undo his belt hastily while he pulls your tank top off from over your head. It’s a flurry of items being removed till you’re sinking to your knees in front of him. Every part of him is beautiful, dark hair that stands out against lighter skin on his abdomen, additional tattoos that trail down his body that aren’t just on his hands. You could eat him alive and not spare a single bite, he’s tantalizing.

Those same bright eyes watch you now as you admire him, drinking you in. After you’ve finished checking him out you place your hands on his thighs, kissing the tip of his cock which makes him tense beneath your hands. “What, are you nervous, doctor?” He hisses in response, twitching tentatively right before your eyes. You lick from the underside of his base to the tip, running your tongue along his veins.

Law’s more of a pervert in theory rather than in practice, watching you eagerly suck him off like candy brings down all his resolve. His cock slipping in and out of your lips makes his toes curl. He’s trying to suppress whimpers by biting down on the back of his hand. Heat rises to his face as he melts like putty with each jerk of your wrist. “You’re so cute like this Traffy, feel so big in my hands.” He groans at your praise, eyebrows knitting together while sweat builds at his hairline. Those med school types are always such sluts for praise, you should have known.

You slide your tongue along his sensitive slit while your hand twists around his base. “Such a pretty boy, you’d let anyone who walks in suck your dick like this huh?” The role reversal makes him delirious, he’s whining for you like his life depends on it.

“N-no. Just you, swear.” His voice is trembling as he struggles to look you in the eye. He doesn’t want to cum yet but if you keep talking to him like he’s some kind of slut he just might. He can’t remember the last time someone’s sucked him off like this, treating his dick like a prized commodity, it’s too much for him.

You take all of him in your throat while breathing through your nose, grasping at his bare thighs with your well manicured nails. He’s so thick it surprisingly makes you gag around him, tears well up in your vision but you push through, bobbing your head along his length. Spit dribbles down your chin and he’s convinced you’re trying to suck him dry. “Fuck please, do-don’t stop,” he’s never felt this out of control in his life and for once it feels nice to let go. He cums down your throat with no verbal warnings but his body said everything, orgasm ripping through him with a guttural moan.

But you don’t stop, continuing to suck him through his climax till he’s doubled over whining. “You even taste good,” you say while licking the corners of your mouth and then your fingers, letting your tongue slide between the webs of your hands. It makes his jaw drop and he can’t even say anything, his dick gets hard all over again from feeling so desired. Seems he’s found a new favorite patient.

Law can’t just leave you like this, not after you swallowed his load like you’d done it a million times before. He drags your kneeling form up to sit in his lap, letting you settle on him. He finds the placement of your hands on his chest endearing, your fingertips trail his inked skin and it feels intimate for someone who just caused him to break plenty of OSHA laws upon their first meeting. “I want you to use me, show me how to make you feel good,” the tip of his nose grazes your cheek as he speaks low in your ear.

Oh god, he doesn’t even know. It’s like he’s just opened Pandora’s box without a care in the world, and worst of all he personally asked for it. You can only smile sweetly, “this time let me hear you.” He nods like a dog just given orders, resting back against his palms as he waits for instructions. Your hands continue to feel him up, raking your nails across his pecks or squeezing at his biceps while you praise his figure. Law continuously gets harder beneath you, not even he was aware of this newfound kink for praise. Precum leaks from his tip in globs, please for the love of god just fuck him already.

You take him with no prep, usually you’d make sure to stretch yourself but with how wet he’s made you it’s honestly unnecessary. “Aah— fuck wait wait. You’re so tight.” He tries bracing himself when you sheath him, hands come flying to your hips as he grips you in place. “Can’t.. you feel s’good,” he’s breathing heavily trying to ground himself. Maybe he’s bitten off more than he can chew.

“But you’re taking me so well baby, your cock’s perfect.” And again he moans, it’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever heard, he tries biting his bottom lip to silence himself but you roll your hips forwards. “I said, let me hear you.” You wrap your arms around his neck as you push yourself up by your thighs to drop back down again. Continuing the motion while he struggles to keep up beneath you. Law attempts to keep his eyes open but with his previous orgasm it’s borderline impossible, the rhythmic slam of your hips on his dick sends his mind somewhere hazy.

He’s too cute, falling apart like this. Zero composure left to his name as you bounce up and down. The veins on his cock rub so deliciously within your heat, every time they throb you’re sent into ecstasy. The table creaks and gives as you ride him, if anyone walked in right now they could hear it or him whimpering helplessly.

You lean forward trying to position yourself so your clit grazes his pelvis with each grind of your hips. “Touch me Traffy, anywhere please just touch me.” Your close, so close that you can feel the pressure building in your cunt. His mouth latches onto your nipple, kneading the soft flesh with practiced hands. The added sensation sends your head rolling back, tapered pants of how good he is at this and how you don’t want him to stop escape you.

The view is impeccable, delicate tits in his face while your slick pussy engulfs him. He watches the way your mouth moves when you say his name and saves the memory for later use when he’s all alone. It almost feels like a movie to him, but he knows a film couldn’t be as good as this. Even that stupid nickname he’s gotten over the years sounds so sultry coming from you right now.

Your hand comes down from his shoulder to push him off you and he’s startled, figuring he must have done something wrong, but then you’re touching yourself as you fuck him and he’s trying to keep the floodgates from pouring over. You twist and tug at your own breast before trailing it down your body, trying to relieve that desperate ache that’s built up throughout your trip to his clinic. His eyes are blown wide, pupils dilated as he watches your fingers drag through your folds and then your puffy clit. “Said you wanted to watch me, so watch pervert.”

Oh fuckkkk. His hips jerk, biting his own lip hard enough to draw blood as he coats your insides white. He can’t do anything but whimper and shake noisily, gravelly voice failing him because of how hard this second orgasm rips through him. “Yes yes yes! Fuck, you’re so hot.” You must be trying to kill him, he can’t take anymore of your praise or he’s going to have to come back for more.

“Such a slutty face, gonna make me cum all over this dick.” Your fingers work faster and faster over your nub bringing you closer to that euphoria. It’s licking your insides like wildfire and it truly feels like it might be the cure to any disease. Finally it crashes over you, the back of your thighs slap against his for the final time as you cream all around him. Hands shooting for his hair as you grind out the remainder of your high.

It felt so dirty to be used as a cock to fuck but dear god did it look so good. Your heavy breath hitting him in warm fans as your body calms down. “So..” you huff while laying down on top of him, “think I’m cured?”

“No, I think you’ll have to visit for regular check ups.” Those same hands that you first noticed when you walked in rub circles on the dimples of your lower back, another cheeky smirk from the med student following suit.

#law #I enjoyed writing this a bit too much #law smut #trafalgar law smut #law x y/n #trafalgar law x reader #law x you #law x reader #one piece smut #one piece x reader

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writerbri · 16 days

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This is a short fluff without plot bucktommy drabble. I want to get into writing them more including the dom!tommy sub!buck fic that won't leave me alone, but I just wanted to write something simple to get a feel for them. It's been so long since I actually wrote anything for the show that it feels like I'm brand new to it, tbh.

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"I wish I knew you sooner."

Buck breathes the words like a confession, almost hoping they'll go unheard. He doesn't even know where the thought came from, but it seems to play on repeat in his mind as soon as he speaks it into existence.

It's too early in the morning after a too long shift, and he knows that it's still mostly dark outside without having to look. There's a chill in the air but he's warm, burrowed beneath messy covers and curled back-to-chest in the arms of a man who runs hot more often than not.

Not just any man.

His boyfriend.

Buck's mouth twitches into a smile he can't quite contain as he tugs on the arm draped lazily over his waist. Tommy grumbles out a series of syllables that might be words if he weren't every bit as tired from his own shift, but he doesn't pull back.

He moves even closer, if possible, nuzzling at the back of Buck's neck and pressing a soft kiss just behind his ear. Goosebumps break out over his skin at the sensations and Buck is helpless to the swell of utter contentment that blooms in his chest.

He almost thinks that his wish might come true, and that Tommy may not have heard him, as he traces his fingers over the grooves and scars on Tommy's hand. He aligns their palms and notes, not for the first time, that his own hand is ever so slightly smaller. It's something that pleases him more than he can really express.

"M'not sure you'd've liked me sooner," Tommy says, his voice rough with sleep in a way that does things to Buck.

He feels a low tug of something hot in his belly, and can't help the shiver that wracks his body. Tommy mistakes it for something else and pulls his hand away, much to Buck's chagrin, to tug the covers up higher over them both.

"I would've," Buck argues, almost petulant in his disbelief, taking his hand back to lace their fingers.

Tommy snorts quietly, dropping another kiss to his shoulder.

"I'm sure you've heard the stories," he says, a note of regret in his tone.

Buck more than understands, even if their situations weren't quite the same.

"There's more than a few stories about me floating around," he says casually, because talking about the man he once was doesn't sting like it used to. "I've hit a few rough patches. It took a long time for me to understand why everyone didn't just write me off. Sometimes I still wonder if they should've."

It's a lingering insecurity that Buck didn't really mean to voice, and he shrinks in on himself before he can help it. He hears the sheets rustle behind him as Tommy shifts, propping himself up on one elbow and slipping his other hand free to rub his thumb over the tense muscles of Buck's shoulder.

"I've heard how they all talk about you, Evan. You're loved by everyone, more than you know."

Buck lets the words cover him like a blanket, his eyes falling closed at Tommy's gentle kneading.

"Well, I went through a few software updates to get here, I guess."

Tommy laughs unexpectedly, bright and carefree, and Buck can't help but smile at the sound of it.

"Software updates?"

Buck doesn't bother explaining it all to him, instead rolling on his back to finally face him. Tommy's hair is messy in the dim morning light, still curly from the short shower he took before stumbling into bed. He has a few days worth of scruff on his jaw that looks unimaginably good on him, and Buck feels that tug of want again.

"Just had to figure out some stuff about myself along the way," he says dismissively, running his hand over Tommy's arm and appreciating the strong curve of his biceps beneath his touch.

Being with a man comes with a wealth of new experiences, and new discoveries about himself. Realizing just how much he likes dating someone who is every bit as strong as himself is among those realizations.

"Well, it's a good thing you haven't had any recent earth-shattering revelations about yourself, huh?" Tommy teases.

Buck grins in response, shuffling on the bed until he's laid out underneath him. Tommy doesn't miss a thing, one eyebrow lifting as he moves slowly until his hands are planted on either side of him. Buck lets his legs fall open without really thinking about it, but Tommy stays hovering over him.

"You think maybe you wish that you'd have figured out all of this sooner instead?" he asks, tipping his head to the side.

Buck knows what he means, and there's no denying that he wishes he'd have figured himself out long ago. He thought that he knew what it was like to feel wholly himself until the moment he realized that his jealousy wasn't aimed quite where he thought. But that doesn't mean he wishes any less that he'd met Tommy sooner. He suspects it may have saved him a lot of grief.

"I do," Buck admits, stroking his fingers lazily over Tommy's arm. "But both can be true, right?"

Tommy's eyes grow soft, and he finally sinks down into the cradle of his hips as his hand lifts to cradle Buck's cheek.

"Of course."

Turning his head, Buck brushes a light kiss over his wrist and earns an eye-crinkling smile for it.

"Sweetheart," Tommy murmurs, running his thumb over Buck's bottom lip.

He kisses the pad of his thumb too, just for good measure. Tommy exhales a soft breath as if he's giving into some unspoken temptation and he drops down completely, his weight trapping Buck against the mattress in the best possible way.

He shudders as Tommy's lips find his own, coaxing him into a deep kiss. It lasts and lasts, and Buck is breathless when they break apart. Tommy drops a line of kisses along his jaw, each more tender than the one before, and it's all he can do not to melt right then and there.

"I wish I knew you sooner too," Tommy whispers right in his ear, his words soft and laced with affection. "But I'm so glad I know you now."

Buck hums his agreement, hitching his leg high on Tommy's hip as he turns his face for another kiss. It won't be long until their exhaustion hits again, but he's content to take advantage of what time they have until then.

And, as Tommy gives into his wordless plea and kisses him, Buck knows that he wouldn't change a thing about the life that's brought him here.

He knows that this exactly where he's meant to be.

#bucktommy #buck x tommy #evan buckley #tommy kinard #911 #911 abc #bucktommy fanfic #bucktommy fic

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anjaelle · 1 year

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Study Buddies

Pairing: College!Dave Lizewski x Black!Reader Summary: He's decidedly taken permanent residence in this dorm room, and you can't say it bothers you much. Warnings: Language, mentions of bruising/battering. Word Count: 2k a/n: The successor to Dumpster Diving. The same two losers in the same universe. Only because you guys asked so nicely.

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"I feel like this is an abuse of my good graces."

You watched as Dave Lizewski climbed through your window for the third time that week and tripped over your extension cord, falling to the floor with a dull thud. He popped back up, readjusting his hoodie and his glasses.

"You really need to move that somewhere."

"Right," you nodded, nudging the power strip with your foot, "gotta make sure my flurry of suitors have clear access to my boudoir."

He cracked a smile at you, one he rarely expressed in public for other people, and you felt your heart thump against your ribs.

Absolutely fucking not.

You plopped onto your bed and crossed your legs, "Okay, Kick-Ass, what brings you to my window this time?"

You were prepared for another round of bruises and cuts from endless fights he seemed to get himself into. Sometimes he explained the injuries, other times he didn't. But he was just happy he had someone who could help him without asking too many questions.

This time he simply shoved his hands into his pockets and leaned back on his heels.

"I kinda...just wanted to see you today."

"Oh!"

There was a heavy pause and he scratched the back of his head.

"Yeaaaah."

You propped your chin on your fist, inquisitively, eying the way he seemed to fit so seamlessly into your living space. "You just saw me at study group this afternoon."

"C'mon you know it's not the same."

He was right. Sure, you had the tendency to sit next to each other in study group and bump knees. And you could feel his glances every five minutes. And sure, when he wasn't passing glances at you, you were passing glances at him wondering why he wasn't looking at you.

And, yes, you did know what it felt like to have him sleep on your chest while you stroked his soft curly hair. But that usually only happened after you got him sorted out. This was new.

You scooted over and patted the space next to you on the bed, which he happily plopped down on like he always did after leaning over to kiss you on the forehead.

"So you came all this way and climbed the side of a building for little old me? I still don't know why you don't use the front door."

“The security guard creeps me out. Besides, I’m not spider-man. I just used some guy’s ladder.”

“You stole someone’s ladder?”

“He wasn’t using it!”

“What if he’s on some roof trying to get down now?”

He stared at you. You stared back. His eyes widened.

"I'll be right back!" He jumped up and rushed out the door, shouting behind him, "Prop the front door open for me!"

He came back about ten minutes later, red-faced with a thin sheen of sweat on his forehead. His hair was messy like he'd been running, and his glasses were slightly askew.

"So..."he took a deep breath and wiped his hands on his sweater, "there was a guy on the roof. He was really pissed and, uh, I got freaked out and ran."

You noticed the grass stains on his clothes, which was clear evidence that he tripped and fell at least once on the way back. It was hard not to feel the swell of...something...deep in the pit of your stomach.

"Another job well done, Kick-Ass. Always thinking of the common man." You playfully tugged at the zipper of his hoodie, zipping it up and down while he cleaned his dirty glasses off on the Watchmen shirt you got him.

Because that's what friends did. You bought stuff for each other. For fun.

He didn't think twice about stripping down to his underclothes to throw his things in the wash. His reasons were partially because his roommates were always too lazy to clear their machine out for him to use, partially because he really liked your detergent (he admitted that the smell reminded him of you), and partially because he knew you didn't like when he wore his "gross street clothes" in your room.

Which was absolutely fair.

After throwing his grass-stained, dirty clothes in the wash, he flopped onto your bed and stared at the fairy lights that decorated the ceiling. You sat cross-legged next to him, looking him over and subconsciously checking for new injuries. You'd learned first aid just to help him with his stitches...and the occasional bullet removal. You didn't learn the bullet removal in first aid class. You puked the first time. You could still see the messy stitching in his shoulder where he was shot.

The mixtape he made for you played lowly out of the speaker on your desk, and you heard him humming softly to himself in thought.

"I like your room." He suddenly said, tilting his head to fully address you.

You cracked a smile at him, "Yeah I can tell. You've been hanging out here every other day for the last 2 months. You might as well move in."

A light, airy laugh bubbled out of him in waves. It sounded almost like a giggle, which made you giggle too.

"Why are we laughing?" You asked bumping him with your knee.

Dave pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose as he thought deeply about what he wanted to say next. The fact that he lacked a poker face made him relatively easy to read--and he's said the same about you at least once.

He tapped your knee with his knuckle, "Nothing. I--just...nothing. I promise."

You sat in comfortable silence again as the music filled the room and the gentle golden lights cast shadows along the walls.

"Has anyone ever followed you here?" You asked.

"No."

It was a stern, short answer. Absolute. Definite. His eyes scanned you from head to toe before settling on your face. It was the most serious you'd ever seen him. When he propped himself on his elbow to rest his head on his hand, he clenched his jaw.

"I'd never let that happen. I would never come here first because I'd never put you in the position to be in danger."

"I know," you admitted, carefully, "I was just wondering--"

"I'd never let anything happen to you." He stated with a shrug.

You instinctively reached out and pushed his dark curls back and away from his eyes, "I thought I was the one keeping you safe. How did we get here?"

In one swift motion, he wrapped his arms around you to pull you on top of him like you weighed nothing. His strength always seemed to surprise you. You barely had time to let out a shocked squeak.

"You can't keep doing that."

His eyes widened, "Did that hurt? I'm sorry--"

"No," you swatted his chest, playfully, "I'm fine. I'm just never really prepared for it."

When he was sure he didn't severely traumatize you with his displays of affection, he resumed rubbing small, lazy circles into your lower back.

"Sorry for startling you."

"You're forgiven."

He leaned forward and kissed your nose.

Dave Lizewski was an enigma. Beneath the nervousness, the dorkiness, the shyness, and general earnestness was someone who surprisingly had a lot of game. You used to imagine that he practiced his lines in the mirror before he visited you. Then you realized...no. He's just very honest when he's comfortable.

You rested your head on his chest to listen to his strong, steady heartbeat that seemed to pick up speed. When you reached up to gently touch the healing scar on his collarbone where he was nearly stabbed, he shifted under you.

"What are you thinking?" He suddenly asked.

"I get scared for you sometimes."

He said nothing, but you felt his hand pause before continuing its trek down your back.

"You're still a human being, y'know," you added, "even when I pulled you out of the dumpster--"

"Which I still thank you for, by the way."

You snorted, "You're welcome. But even when I pulled you from the dumpster, you could've died from how high you fell. And then there's the stabbing, and the shooting, and you got hit by a crowbar once..."

He seemed to consider this. Then he said, "Someone has to do it. No one else on campus--in town--has stepped up to the plate yet."

"But why does it have to be you?"

"Why not me?"

"You can't answer my question with another question, you asshat."

He laughed at your outburst and lightly patted you on the butt.

"Compromise? I pinky swear to stop after graduation."

You didn't believe him. But when he held his pinky out to you, you wrapped yours around his and he pulled you in for a quick peck on the lips.

"Fine. But if you're still running around lower manhattan in a onesie at 26, I'm telling your dad."

You curled yourself back up against his chest while he curled one of your braids around his finger, absentmindedly.

"You don't have to worry about that, by the way." He said, dropping your hair, "I just really, really like the idea of you still being in my life four or five years from now."

"Why wouldn't I be?"

Dave nervously pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose again, "I dunno. I just...I think you're really cool and I know I can be weird sometimes. And I know you might not see me the way I see you but-"

You leaned forward to kiss him once and then twice. And as your curled your fingers into his hair, he seemed to melt into your touch with a soft groan. He pulled away just enough to rip his glasses off and toss them in the corner before pulling you in again. He wrapped a calloused hand around the back of your neck when you nipped at his lower lip. Your fingernails slipped under his undershirt to walk along the sensitive skin of his lower stomach, just above the waistband of his boxers, and he shuddered.

"Fuck," he hissed, kissing along your jaw and down your throat, "God, I love you."

Your eyes popped open. "What?"

"What?"

He trailed kisses back up to your lips like nothing happened, but you could feel his heart thudding in his chest.

"Did you... just say...you loved me?" You asked, between kisses. He pulled away and stared at you with panic in his wide blue eyes.

"Yes. No. Yes...shit did I ruin it? Do you want me to go?"

"No."

You felt a rush of an unexplained emotion flow through you as you pulled your hand out from under his shirt.

He traced the shape of your lower lip with this thumb before dropping his hand to your shoulder, "I--you don't have to say it back. It just slipped out."

You rolled off of him and crawled up the bed to rest your back against the wall. He hesitated, then slid into the space beside you.

"I lied," he mumbled, "I was gonna say it before, but you distracted me with your mouth. Again."

You sighed and reached over to hold his hand.

"How long?"

"Since last semester."

"Why didn't you say anything?"

You watched him thump his head against the wall, "Because I didn't want to ruin our friendship. But, y'know, we crossed that line the first time we smanged, I think."

"Please don't say smanged."

You could hear the grin in his voice without looking at him, "We smanged."

You flicked him on the shoulder and he laughed. Some of the nervous tension melted away as he squeezed your hand.

"Like I said," he continued, "you don't have to say it back. It's okay if you don't feel the same way."

You thought for a moment about how often you worried about him and how often he watched over you. He seemed to always be around, even when he wasn't physically there. Dave was undoubtedly your best friend. You turned to look at him only to find him already watching you with the most intense gaze you'd ever seen. Felt your cheeks heat up.

"I'm not sure if it's love yet." You said, carefully, "But...I think it could be."

#aaron taylor johnson x black!reader #aaron taylor johnson x reader #atj x reader #atj x black!reader #dave lizewski x reader #jaelle writes

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midnightblues444 · 1 year

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Hades!Choso x Persephone! Reader

Summary: Choso adores you, will do anything you ask and you'd like to return the favor

Warnings: mildly explicit, some inaccuracies, m receiving oral,

Listen to: La leçon particulière- Francis Lai

Hades, the god of the underworld or Choso as you've come to call him, stared at you lovingly while you tend to your garden that he provided for the duration of your stay in the underworld.

By the stars are you beautiful he thinks to himself

When Choso is with you he actively tries to be gentle . Opposed to his exterior, the dark broad man has a soft spot, and has given you his heart. Contrary to what the other Gods would have done, he was taking his time with you, in all honesty because he has zero experience with this kind of stuff.

For instance when you first arrived in the underworld, it was a messy ordeal. His feelings overwhelmed him and the next thing he knew he scooped you down into the underworld with him. You were confused and scared initially, only thinking about your poor mother and how worried she would be, even refusing to eat.

Choso was also scared, he didn't know what the hell he had just done. Trying to figure out what to do with you, and with himself. He tried to be kind and warm, and make you comfortable but naturally it took time. Until the day he begged you to eat something, stating he wasnt trying to starve you to death.

While you ate you asked him questions, starting with why he took you in the first place. Bluntly he stated because he didn't know what to do with his feelings for you. Making you laugh for the first time, you then joined him in other parts of his home. Nervously he led you, explaining how women dont usually visit, making you laugh again.

He wanted you to laugh more, your laugh made him happy. So you spent more time together, he tried to make you laugh more , starting to earn each others trust, even adding a garden for you to his kingdom.

The first time you kissed, it was you who initiated it. After he offered that you sleep in his chambers you felt the gesture was sweet and before you shut your eyes, you tenderly kissed him goodnight. From then on it was like your love bloomed, like a plant or something.

But you still haven't "done it"He didnt know how to initiate anything sexual.

Today as he sits and watches you tend to the garden, his fond smile grows larger when you excitedly approach. Flowers in hand, you had woven him a flower crown, filled with blood red roses.

You sit on his lap without thought, carefully placing the crown on his head fixing his hair to suit the crown, you were squirming on his crotch quite a lot. Choso tries to keep his composure, but can feel blood rushing with every gentle tug of his hair.

His size made his erection hard to conceal, and immediately you feel him prodding at your thigh. Stiffening you both look at each other flustered. He apologizes and goes to move you but you plant your hands firmly on his shoulders.

"It's okay Choso, I can help you, if you let me" you gently affirm, he nods. You kiss his cheek, and his neck, making way to his chest, moving off his lap to fit between his legs to kiss his thighs. Moving his robes to free him, and his pretty leaky tip.

You kiss it before wrapping your lips around him, earning a whimper from the man. Encouraging you to take him further down your throat you slowly bob your head. He whines and claws at your hair, when you teasingly look him in his eyes and he loses any shred of composure he had.

He cant help but push your head to his thrusts, you gag, "'m sorry angel can't help it" he manages between moans. His neediness mixed with his whines goes straight between your legs and you rub your thighs together using your hands to stimulate other parts of him.

"You dont have to swallow- ha~" he says, letting you know hes close. You swallow anyways, kissing him effectively after, he whines into the kiss clearly still sensitive.

"Its okay baby" you coo, "m gonna need you to help me too baby, could you do that f'me?" you ask sweetly, guiding his hands between your legs, showing him just how wet you are, he nods vigorously.

"Anything for you darling" he says, in his mind that means fuck all those things about taking it slow. If his angel needs help, he's gonna help her the best.

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kswlust · 1 year

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crazy what alcohol does.. | k.sw

sypnosis : drunk bestfriend!sunoo tells you about how much he likes you and how much he wants you to rip off his clothes and do whatever you want to him, so you do just that.

pairing : bestfriend!sunoo x afab!reader

contains : underage drinking (don't do this!), reader cheats on her boyfriend with sunoo, age gap (reader is 23 and sunoo is 19), lots of swears, making out, hickies, sub!sunoo and dom!reader, oral (m . receiving), reader fingers herself, unprotected sex (not recommended unless ur ariana grande and want them babies), edging/orgasm denial, they get caught at the end.

'ding dong!' you heard a faint voice shout, along with the doorbell. you looked at the time, making a questioning face. your boyfriend, heeseung said that he was not gonna be home until 3 am and it was only 1. you got up and went to go check it, when you opened the door, to your surprise, you saw sunoo.

"hi, y/n!!" he said happily. he looked so messed up, his cheeks a cherry shade of red, his eyes half opened, his hair all messy. "sunoo?? what are you doing here.. it's 1 am- why do you look so fucked up..?" you asked, genuinely kinda concerned.

"I just went to a party and someone drugged me, fun, right??" he said, obviously joking. he just decided to rebel and underage drink. "haha, very funny." you said sarcastically and pulled sunoo inside, dragging him to sit on your couch.

"why the hell did you drink?? you're not old enough t-" he stopped you, placing a hand on your face and telling you to shush. you giggled slightly before pushing his hand off your face. "I'll get you some water, wait here. don't go anywhere, alright??"

you asked and waited for sunoo to nod before you got up to get a glass of water from the kitchen. you came back to see sunoo chewing on the neckline of his sweater. you stared at him in shock before running over.

"seriously, you had nothing else to eat?!" you yelled, pulling the neckline away from his mouth and handing him the glass. "drink this, quickly-" you said and he immediately followed your order, drinking the glass whole before putting it down on the coffee table and coughing.

"now, will you explain to me why you were drinking?" you asked nicely. the man shook his head as a no. "I wanna tell you something." he said, looking kinda nervous. you furrowed your eyebrows as you stopped the movie that was still playing. "go on.."

"okay, I don't know how to say this but I like you! I know you have a boyfriend and you love him so much but I don't think I can bottle up my feelings inside me anymore. I've liked you ever since the time you tutored me. you just look so fucking pretty and you are so nice to me. you helped me pass my grades and then became my comfort person. you make me so mad because I just can't get myself to tell you that I just want you to rip off my clothes and do whatever you want to me! you looked so hot in that black dress a few days ago, I couldn't help myself but be jealous of your boyfriend. fuck, if only you were mine. seriously, I'm going mad, I'm gonna go fucking mad if I don't get to kiss you right now!" he blurted out, his hand in the air, resisting the urge to pull you closer to him by your shirt.

your mouth dropped, eyes widened, face a pretty shade of baby pink. "but I can't do that, because I don't want to ruin your relationship and our friendship." he said, dropping his hand on his lap.

you were in pure disbelief. there was a very obvious frown on his face. "sunoo, i-" you didn't know what to say. "I'm sorry, y/n, I'll leave." sunoo said, getting up. you felt a pang in your heart. this was so weird and you really didn't know how the hell to react.

the things he said about you kept playing in your head nonstop. you grabbed the bottom of sunoos sweater, stopping him. you pulled him back onto the couch and got on top of him, immediately starting to kiss him like crazy. you could literally taste the flavor of the alcohol as he started kissing back.

you pulled away, staring into his eyes for a few seconds. "y/n.. we shouldn't be doing this, you have a boyfriend." he said as you started tugging at the waistband of his pants. "weren't you the one who wanted this a few seconds ago? you're gonna have to defend me if heeseung finds out about any of this."

if you were honest, you kinda liked sunoo aswell. I mean, he's kim sunwoo, who the hell doesn't like him??? you loved your boyfriend, heeseung, of course but.. sunoos unresistible.

"but if you don't wanna-.." you said, immediately getting cut off. "no, no, please, I do-!" he begged cutely. you smiled, immediately pulling off his pants and boxers in one go, going down and taking him in your mouth.

sunoo threw his head back, letting out the prettiest moan you've ever heard. you started slowly bobbing your head up and down, sunoo resisting the urge to thrust into your mouth. "y/n- please! faster.." he said, gripping onto the couch.

"what'd you say, baby?" you asked, stopping. sunoo whined, a hand going to grip your hair. "faster!" he said, looking down at you. the sight was so fucking sinful. you smiled slightly before going back to bobbing your head, way way faster this time.

sunoo started moaning so loudly, his toes curling. "oh-oh fuck! im close- I'm clo-se.." he alerted you. as soon as sunoo looked like he was about to come, you immediately pulled off him.

"no.. wh- whyd you do that..? thats so mean.." he said, letting go of your hair and trying to sit up, but failing as you pushed him back down and got on top of him. "you said I can do whatever I wanted, so, why don't you behave and take it like a good boy?"

you smiled innocently, sunoos face turned even redder than it already was. he nodded, keeping his mouth shut. you got back on top of him again, rubbing your clothed knee on his dick. sunoo moaned your name over and over again.

"sunoo, I never imagined you as a sub. it's funny how you're under me, behaving so nice and obediently right now. yeah?" you asked, unbuttoning your shirt but leaving it on, just showing your beautiful body. you pulled off your pants and panties aswell, throwing them to god knows where.

sunoo didn't answer, just watching you undress in awe. his dick even harder than before as he stared at your body on top of him. "I asked you a question." you said, pulling him up by the same sweater neckline he was chewing on a few moments ago.

"yes, it- its-" he didn't know what to say, just trying to think of something while panicking was so overwhelming for him. "hush, baby, don't worry.." you said, letting him fall back on his back.

you reached your hand down to your pussy, immediately shoving a finger inside yourself. you moaned softly, sunoo stared at your pretty face as you moaned, pleasing your self. you fingered yourself as a bit of prep.

you pulled your fingers out and stuck them in sunoos mouth, the same mouth he used to confess how he thought about you. you then gon onto sunoo, balancing your self ontop of him before slowly sliding him in.

sunoo moaned so fucking loud, your tight and warm walls just clenching on his dick, making it even harder for him to breathe. you moaned aswell, it felt so fucking good. if honest, better than heeseung.

"y/n, oh my god.. move, move, please!" he mumbled, your fingers still inside his mouth. you took them out and wiped them down on his sweater before starting to move up and down on his perfect cock.

the two of you were making so many lewd voices, it was crazy. this was better than porn. seriously, so much better. you moved fast, kinda desperate for a release too. "y/n, I'm close!" sunoo alerted once again and you smirked. "hold it."

sunoos eyes widened, this was absolutely crazy to him. literally, for so long, you kept telling him to hold it and he was trying to damn hard for so long. he found it unfair how you got to release whenever but he didn't.

"y/n, please.." he begged again, and again, and again, but you never really gave in. you continued cumming whenever and torturing him. now, the only sounds that were heard were you guys' lewd ass noises and wet squelching from your cunt.

you were so busy pleasing each other, that you didn't even notice heeseung walk into the room. "babe, I got you chick-fil-a—" heeseung said with a smile, but his smile dropped as he looked up, immediately dropping the bag in his hands.

you stopped, eyes widened as you turned to him. sunoos heart started beating so fast as he looked at heeseung. well, they were kinda fucked now but the situation didn't stop sunoo from releasing in you when he had the chance.

A/N : OH MY GOD THIS IS SO BAD I'M SO SORRY I'M CRYING I SWEAR I'LL WRITE SOMETHING BETTER NEXT TIME 💔💔💔

#kswlust #dior speaks ♡❀☆#kpop #kpop smut #enhypen #sunoo #sunoo smut #enhypen smut #fanfiction #fanfic #slay💔

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starrgaziinggg · 1 year

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FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS | lee minho

You finally meet the man your friends Felix and Hyunjin have been blabbing about for the past couple months, and he's a royal pain in the ass.

Lee Minho is a legacy at your university. He received an honorary award when he graduated, got a position as a dancer in a company a week after receiving his diploma...and was renowned as the schools famous ice-cold fuckboy.

After coming back from a three month tour, you're introduced to him through your uni friends...and your life does a 180. It's hard enough to pass classes whilst also trying to navigate your failing relationship...but the added tension that comes with the dance prodigy you seem to be spending more and more time with?

Some would say it's too much to handle.

|Non idol AU|university AU|friends to lovers|

part four

"Jesus, you're soaking, come in," Minho rushes. You're honestly surprised he's in on a Friday night, but you're not complaining. He runs a hand through his messy brown hair, furrowing his eyebrows as he steps aside. "What are you doing here?"

Your voice catches in your throat when you attempt to answer him. What were you doing here? Sure, he'd told you that you could talk to him if you wanted to, but Hyunjin and Felix were also ten minutes down the road. So why had you come to Minho's? Maybe you'd never know.

"Honestly? I'm not sure," you rush, taking off your jacket and placing it on his outstretched arm. "You said you'd listen if I needed to talk shit about my ex, and I don't know if you were being serious, but -"

"I was," he cuts you off, placing your jacket on a radiator in his hallway. "Your ex?"

"My ex," you confirm. He raises his eyebrows with a sigh.

"Why don't I give you some dry clothes to change into, open a bottle of wine, and we can talk all about it?" He offers. You only nod, following him to wherever he was going. You end up standing outside his bedroom, nervously teetering in the doorframe as he picks out clothes for you to wear. Once he's done so, he places the clothes in your arms.

"You can change here. I'll be in the living room," he gives you a half smile before turning on his heel. You close his bedroom door, changing into a pair of grey joggers similar to the ones he's wearing, and a loose fitting t-shirt. It's only when you look at yourself in his mirror, clad in his clothing, that you start thinking this was a stupid idea.

Despite yourself, once changed you join Minho in his living room, where he's got two wine glasses and a bottle of red on his coffee table. He looks up at you with an expression you can't really decipher as you take a seat on the sofa, keeping a small distance between the two of you.

"So," he starts, breaking the silence and pouring you a glass. "I take it something happened for you to come here?"

"Yeah," you take a sip instantly, needing alcohol to get through the situation you'd created for yourself. "I was going to talk to Seungmin about it, but he was out with his team."

Minho nods. "What happened?"

You sigh, holding your glass as you lean back into his sofa. "It's a long story."

"We have all night," he points out, taking a drink from his own glass.

"I was meant to go talk to Doha today, question him about if he was seeing someone else," you start to explain, trying to keep your story as short as possible. The quiet sound of whatever show Minho was watching plays on the tv, helping to reduce the awkward silence between your words. "I went, expecting him to say yes, whatever, and go our separate ways. I wasn't going to cause a fuss since I knew we weren't working out, but that didn't happen."

"Don't tell me he was with her went you went to talk to him?" He guesses. You shake your head.

"Worse than that."

"Worse? What could be worse than walking in on them?"

"Walking in on them, and your best friend is the girl he's been cheating on you with," you answer him, your voice cold.

"Fuck," Minho breathes out, his eyes wide. "The she-witch?"

"The very same. We'd been friends for our whole lives. And the worst part is, I was planning to go to see her after I'd seen him to finally tell her we were breaking up, since I hadn't told her yet," you almost laugh.

"How did they react?" Minho asks, and you're honestly surprised at how invested he is in your story.

"Doha just looked shocked, but didn't really seem to care. Sooyun though, she chased me out his dorm crying, practically begging me to hear her out. I told her never to talk to me again."

Minho whistles, a look you could only describe as pride on his face. "Good for you. You not more sad about the whole thing?"

"More angry than sad," you answer, scooping the rest of the contents of your wine glass. "I'm fucking pissed that I spent four years with him, defended him when you guys would talk shit. I feel like a fucking idiot, like, was I that blind?"

"Yeah, pretty much," Minho says, reverting back to his annoying, brazen self, earning himself a scowl. "But, you were only blind because you were in love. People tend to ignore the bad parts of a person when they're trying to make things work."

You nod, letting Minho refill your empty glasses. "I guess. He's just not the same person I fell in love with."

"People change. They forget themselves, it's not hard to do."

You cock an eyebrow.

"Trust me, I'm not making excuses for him. He's a cunt, end of. I'm just saying that it's not your fault," he explains himself. "I'm saying it's easy for people to lose track of what's actually good for them, in favour of what they think they want. That's nothing on you, so don't think that. You don't think that, do you?"

"No," you say instantly. You know you weren't the reason your relationship failed, you wouldn't do yourself the dishonour of pinning the blame on yourself. "It's just...I dunno, the only thing running through my mind is why her? Why, of all people, my best friend? What did she give him that I couldn't?"

"Maybe sex more than once every two months," Minho says without hesitation, and as much as you want to kill him, you snicker at the comment before you can scowl. "I mean, that's just ridiculous."

"It wasn't like I didn't try!" You laugh, squeezing your eyes shut out of embarrassment. "He was never in the mood, or he'd brush me off. I just thought he was going through a phase, fuck knows. I should have known he was fucking someone else."

"Mm, you should have. That's practically inhumane," Minho chuckles.

You scoff. "Okay, not everyone is a sex crazed maniac like you, Minho."

He shakes his head with a laugh, "And how would you know anything about my sex life?"

"Oh come on," you fire back instantly. "Don't act dim. Lee Minho, our universities ice-cold fuck boy. I think every student in the past four years knows the details of your sex life."

"At least my reputation still proceeds itself," he takes another drink. "Wish people would mind their own business more, though."

"When you fuck half the girl population of a university, it pretty much becomes everyone's business," you point out, picking up the bottle of wine to refill your glasses, until you realise the two of you have already finished an entire bottle. Minho gets up to get another from the wine rack by the dining table. "You keep your wine in your living room?"

"Just the red," he answers from the other side of the room, choosing another bottle. "It's warmer in here. Anyway, I definitely didn't fuck half the girls. I'm picky."

"Oh really? That's not what I heard."

"And what did you hear?" Minho questions, returning to the sofa with another bottle, popping the cork and refilling your glasses as you talk.

"What didn't I hear? 'Lee Minho, the most good looking guy in our uni, slept with me. Albeit only once and he never spoke to me again'," you mock a conversation you'd overheard once.

Minho raises an eyebrow. "Who was that?"

"I dunno," you respond lazily, crossing you legs. "Some girl in my year at the end of last term. Doesn't matter, point is I'm right."

"Oh really?" He challenges. "Did you know half those stories were made up? Sure, I've slept with a fair amount of people, but not half as many as people think. A lot of girls started this stupid bet to see who out of their friend groups I'd sleep with, so I just stopped going for uni girls."

You give him a look, and he shakes his head, almost as if he's embarrassed.

"I don't even know why I'm telling you this," he sighs. You point to the bottle on the coffee table.

"It's the wine, makes you tell all your secrets. Do you have any other interesting stories from your university days?" You ask.

And that's how you spend the next hour, talking about whatever springs to mind regarding horror stories from your uni. It was interesting to you, hearing what happened from Minho's point of view. It gets to the point where your opening your third bottle of wine, definitely feeling it's effects, laughing as Minho talks.

"They got caught in the cupboard?" You question, listening to another one of Minho's stories.

"It was awful, the second hand embarrassment I got that day - I'm pretty sure they both dropped out."

"No wonder," you scoff. "Getting caught having sex in a cupboard during a lecture is pretty much the most embarrassing thing that could happen to you."

You were honestly shocked at how well this night had turned out, considering you were running on anger and stress when you'd arrived at Minho's, half expecting him to turn you away. But here you were, laughing at chatting like life long friends.

"Tell me about it," Minho laughed. "You have any interesting stories?"

"Have you heard about the time Hyunjin ripped his trousers in dance practice?" You said excitedly, noticing your empty glass.

"No, I most definitely haven't," Minho replied with a smirk, looking forward to poking fun at his friend. Before he got the chance to, though, you'd gone to reach for the wine bottle and accidentally knocked it over.

"Fuck," you said lowly, the two of you standing up as you caught the bottle. Only a small amount had spilled, and luckily Minho's living room had wooden flooring, but you felt terrible all the same.

"No, it's fine, I'll get paper towels," Minho said, being chill about it and heading to the kitchen. He returned quickly, handing you a couple sheets. You dipped down, using the paper to soak up the wine. Minho did the same thing, moving closer to you to get the bits you missed.

Once you'd managed to clean most of it, he took the used kitchen towels from you gently. "There," he said with a smile. "Not a problem."

It was only at this point you'd noticed the proximity between the two of you. Maybe it was the tension in the room, the two of you drunk off the wine you'd been drinking. Or maybe, you were just feeling rejected, lonely after the awful scene you'd walked into earlier in the night. But for whatever reason, you felt your body leaning towards his, time coming to a stand still.

Until Minho places a hand on your shoulder, slowly pushing you back. "I, uh, don't think that's a great idea."

You literally felt your stomach drop at the words, snapping out of whatever trance you'd got yourself into. Seriously, what were you doing? Throwing yourself at Minho the second you had an opportunity? Sure, you were only doing it because you were drunk, but still. How were you ever supposed to make a good impression in front of Hyunjin and Felix's friends like this.

"God, sorry," you say, backing away from him and standing up instantly. "That was so stupid of me."

"No, just -" Minho started, though it was clear he didn't really know what he was trying to say.

"No, I should go," you say hurriedly, just wanting to get yourself out of there as soon as you could. "Thanks for everything tonight. Sorry."

"No, it's so late - you're drunk, you can't walk back -"

"I'll be fine, seriously," you say, grabbing your jacket from the radiator and heading to the door. "I'll give you your clothes back the next time I see you."

"C'mon," Minho looked at you with wide eyes, hesitant to open the door for you. "You don't need to leave like this."

"Please let me go," is all you say, and you can tell he can read your expression as he wordlessly opens the door and lets you walk out.

You practically fled down the stairs, not looking back. Fuck, what the hell had you just done? You'd taken Minho's unusual kindness for granted and used it as an opportunity to go for him. You felt like such an idiot, for the second time that day, as you sped walked back to your dorm. You went straight into your bedroom without a second thought, closing the door behind you.

You wanted to scream. Your brain felt like it had been blended, unable to pin a single thought down. You snapped out of it when you heard a knock at your door.

"Hey, you there? Minho's just texted me asking if you got home okay," you heard Seungmin say from the other side of the door. You couldn't help the tears that spilled from your eyes, the caring sound in his voice sending you over the edge.

You opened the door slowly, looking at Seungmin through your eyelashes that were thick with tears. He just wordlessly pulled your towards him, hugging you without a second thought.

You spend the rest of your night in your room with Seungmin, telling him everything that had happened, starting from your bus journey to Doha's and ending with you fleeing from Minho's apartment. He didn't judge you for going to Minho's, knowing you only went because you were angry, upset and stressed. He'd even apologised for not being there for you when you got back from Doha's, but you'd told him not to be silly.

You'd sat together on your bed, cross legged as he listened intently while you spoke, cried, whatever. You were so thankful for the boy in front of you. You'd known him less than a year, been close with him less than two months, yet here he was being a better friend than Sooyun had ever been to you. You'd drifted off somewhere in between talking, sound asleep when Seungmin put your bedcovers over you and left.

The next week was consumed with your sulking. Hyunjin and Felix had been given the shortened version of events, the one that didn't include you going to their friends house and making a move on him. Seungmin had promised to keep it a secret, and you knew he would. He also said Minho probably wouldn't tell anyone else, since he wasn't that type of person, which you were thankful for.

When it got to Thursday, you felt drained, a million thoughts running through your head. You were in the library with Felix and Hyun, and you could feel their eyes on you.

"Yes?" You said, looking to and from your friends. Hyunjin quickly looked away, diverting his eyes from your gaze, whereas Felix only increased his sad look towards you.

"I'm sick of this," Hyunjin announces, unable to take your miserable moping anymore. "You need to be reminded of how fun life can be when you're not tied down by a rotten man."

Felix nods enthusiastically, blonde mullet shaking. "It makes me sad seeing you so sad."

You sigh. "What do you suggest?"

"We're all going out tomorrow. Clubbing. We'll get the guys in on it too, what do you think?" Hyunjin suggests, an enthusiastic smile on his face as he waits for your answer.

"I dunno, we've got our mid semester examination next week. I know it's not that important, but still," you counter. It's a weak excuse, and you know that.

"Oh come on, you really think we're going to give in to that?" Felix says sweetly. "We just want to see you smiling again."

That's what gets you. Felix's kind words and Hyunjin's pleading eyes. You end up giving in quickly, and it's not long until you're throwing all the clothes you own onto the ground, unable to find anything club suitable.

Seungmin, Jeongin and, unluckily for you Minho, had been roped into coming clubbing too. Lucky for Chan, Jisung and Changbin, they had valid excuses for not being able to attend, unlike you.

"You ready yet?" Seungmin shouted through to you, clearly waiting for you so you could head out together. You'd planned to have a couple drinks at your dorm with the boys before you went out, so you were rushing to get ready before they showed up.

"No," you answered with a groan. Seungmin pushed open the door to your room and rolled his eyes. "I have nothing to wear."

"You have heaps of clothes," he counters, leaning against your door. "Wait till Jeongin comes over, he's good with fashion, get him to pick you something."

"Okay," you sighed, deciding to put your faith in Jeongin.

"Good, I'm going to the shop to get drink so if the boys come, buzz them in," he lets you know, so you nod up at him. "And, for the love of god, stop sulking. Makes you look ugly. We're gonna have a good night."

You flip Seungmin off, but stand up and attempt to shake yourself out of the bad mood you were in all the same. Not long after, you heard your intercom buzz and pressed the button to let them in, heart rate spiking. As much as you hated to admit it, you were nervous about seeing Minho, after making nothing short of a fool out of yourself in front of him a week ago. You were lucky Jeongin was the first one to walk into your dorm.

"Hey," you said, giving him a wave. Hyunjin smiled at you from behind him, the other two boys behind him. "Seungmin said you could help me pick out an outfit?"

Jeongin seemed to light up at that, a grin appearing on his face. "Of course I can!"

"Good, cause I'm about to have a meltdown," you laughed, motioning for him to follow you to your bedroom. You shouted through to the boys. "Seungmin's at the shops but there's some alcohol in the kitchen."

They nod and chat amongst themselves as they make their way through to the kitchen/living area of your dorm as you lead Jeongin to your room.

"Oh my," his jaw drops upon walking into your bomb site of a room, clothes strewn everywhere. You laugh at his reaction, thankful that you got to see him before inevitably facing Minho.

"I'm the worst when it comes to putting an outfit together. I haven't been clubbing for ages," you explain, watching as he starts rummaging through your clothes.

"Don't worry," he says cheerfully, and you swear you've never seen him without a smile on his face. "I'll sort you something out."

You spend the next ten minutes laughing and chatting with Jeongin as he picks out your outfit, spending a while putting different things together until he picks you out something you honestly never would have chosen, but end up loving it as soon as you put it on. Spending time with Jeongin had honestly loosened you up a bit, since you'd been stressed about seeing Minho all night.

When the two of you walked through to your kitchen/living area, Seungmin had returned and the boys were already downing shots like they were going out of fashion. You're instantly handed a shot on arrival, as is Jeongin, and you both give each other a shrug as you down them. You were going clubbing after all, and everyone knows it's only fun once you get a drink in you.

"So, you excited for tonight?" Felix asks you as he pours you a proper drink using the alcohol Seungmin had bought, the two of you in the kitchen area of the room. Hyunjin and Minho are talking on the sofa, whereas Jeongin and Seungmin have perched themselves on the breakfast bar stools.

"As excited as I can be, I guess," you say nervously, trying not to look at the man sitting on the sofa to the left of you. You'd assumed Minho hadn't told the other boys what had happened between the two of you, since you know Hyun and Felix wouldn't hesitate to berate you for your poor decision making and drunk antics. What better way than to try and forget about them by drinking again? Hair of the dog, as Hyunjin would say.

"Oh cheer up, bubs," Felix smiles, nudging your shouldering with his own from beside you. "You don't need either of them. You've got us now."

"Stop being cringe, Felix," Jeongin screws his face up with a wide smile. "He's right, though. We can have fun dancing tonight so you can forget about them!"

Seungmin scoffs. "Easier said that done, Jeong," he faces you. "You just need to fuck someone else to get over him."

Jeongin's innocent eyes widen as you laugh. "Two very different opinions," you point out as you all but down your drink, wanting to feel the effects of the alcohol you were drinking.

"Regardless," Felix speaks up. "Drinking always solves life problems."

"I'd say it creates more," Seungmin counters. "Every time you drink you say you're never drinking again."

"Whatever," you hear Felix huff as the two younger boys laugh at his reaction, giving him a nudge.

You were lucky that Hyunjin and Minho kept their conversation going almost the whole time you were in your dorm, the two of them seemingly forgetting the rest of you were there. God knows what they were discussing, but you paid it no mind as you got yourself drunk.

You all decided it was time to leave when Felix's drinks were capped, Hyunjin swooping in to stop his best friend getting too drunk too quickly. You all took two Ubers to the club, the group splitting in half. And, surprise surprise, Minho just so happened to go into the Uber you hadn't gone into, Hyunjin and Lix joining you instead.

It wasn't until you were all actually at the club that you thought he was avoiding you, lights flashing and music blaring, as you realised he was seemingly making every conscious effort to steer clear from you.

You'd all walked into the club together, all gotten drinks together, sure, but had Minho spoken one word directly to you? Not a single one. Seungmin had even flashed you a strange look at one point, noticing the weird behaviour of his friend.

You paid it no mind as you danced with Jeongin, laughing and smiling with the younger boy who was beginning to become one of your favourite people. You knocked back drinks with Seungmin, the only one out of the group that could keep up with your drinking pace. You'd even ended up sandwiched between Felix and Hyun at one point, the two of them whipping out the worlds worst dance moves to make you laugh.

And you were having a great time, you really were, but the fact that wherever you were Minho was not was starting to drive you insane. You knew you'd fucked up by trying to kiss him last week. You were well aware of it, in fact. But it didn't mean the two of you couldn't be friends, right? So, why was Minho being so insistent on icing you out?

You didn't even get time to dwell on it, because after you'd rejoined with Felix who had waited outside the bathroom for you so you weren't wandering around on your own, you caught a glimpse of the man of the hour with his arm slung round some leggy brunette.

Realistically, no part of you should have felt any jealousy in this situation. You're both single, so uninvolved with each other that you couldn't get farther apart, and yet here you were, giving them the daggers. Luckily your blonde best friend was far too drunk to notice your pathetic pining, just grabbing your hand to lead you back to the rest of the boys.

Maybe you were only jealous because he rejected you. Maybe it was because even though he rejected you, you actually got on well with him a lot of the time and still wanted to be friends, yet he seemed not to care less. Or maybe, you wished you were in her position.

You couldn't help it. You were infuriatingly and undeniably attracted to the cocky, endearing and witty man that was looking into the eyes of the girl beside him like he wanted to fuck her. It was just a stupid crush, a result of hearing about how god like he was from Felix and Hyunjin for months, and you knew that. But it didn't take away the burning feeling in your chest.

It was somewhere between the sixth shot or fourth drink of the night that you noticed him leave the club with the girl, her leading him through the crowd. You'd only noticed because of Jeongin's comment.

"There he goes again," he said with a chuckle. "At least Jisung doesn't have to hear him anymore."

Your hangover lasted the whole weekend. You'd lost any memory of the night from after Minho had left, but Seungmin had informed you that you'd all stayed maybe an hour longer before he took you home. He had admitted you were not in a great state, but neither was he, and from what he remembers of coming home he'd helped you brush your teeth and sent you to bed. You'd woken up with your makeup still on, your clothes from last night clinging to your body, and a killer headache.

When you'd showed up to your classes of the week after spending the rest of the weekend dying on the sofa and watching old movies with Seungmin, Hyunjin and Felix almost felt as bad as you looked. The sunglasses and hoodie you'd sported on Monday had made you look like Maddie from Euphoria, and the boys had fully understood their essential purpose, the bags under your eyes unfit to be viewed by human kind.

You'd decided you'd contracted some sort of illness when, on the Wednesday, you were still feeling like shit. You couldn't go to a lecture without coughing your lungs up, falling asleep or having to take a couple of paracetamol tablets. It couldn't have come at a worse time, since your mid semester practical dance examination was on Friday and you still hadn't even finished choreographing your two minute routine.

Trying to ignore the fact you were feeling rotten, you'd booked one of the modern dance studio rooms to at least finish choreographing your routine. Felix had promised to join and help you, so imagine your surprise when none other than Lee Minho pushes open the door to the room your attempting to dance in.

"What the fuck?" You can't help but breathe out, your thoughts getting the better of yourself as you start coughing, out of breathe. "Where's Lix?"

Minho saunters in unfazed, as if you didn't try to kiss him two weeks ago, or he didn't ignore you the whole night last weekend. He looks great, you hate to admit, baggy black trousers and loose fitting white t-shirt hanging perfectly on him, leaning against the mirrored wall as he speaks up.

"He didn't tell you?" He questions, which you shake your head at as you take a sip of water from your bottle. "He's not gonna be here for another hour and a half, and he said you only booked the room out for three hours so he asked me to help you until he could make it."

You groan, your lifeless body slumping onto the floor. "Why can't he be here?"

"You act as if you aren't excited to see me," Minho says, his tone jarring. "I'm doing you a favour, here."

"No," you retort huffily. "You're doing Lix a favour."

"I'm here helping you, aren't I?" He rolls his eyes, crossing his arms and looking at you with a fed up expression. "Felix said it's your mid sem exam on Friday."

"Yup," you answer, not knowing if you're loving or hating the fact he seems to not have any interest in discussing the topics hanging in the air between to two of you.

"So, show me what you've got so far," he raises an eyebrow, holding his hand out as if to say, go on.

So, you heave yourself off the floor, play the music you'd chosen for your exam and start to dance. You took a quick glance at Minho's expression a couple times, unable to read what he's thinking until you finish dancing before the music stops and he nods his head.

"What you've got so far is good," he starts, pulling himself off of the mirrored wall.

"But?" You say, breathless as you wait for him to continue.

"I know you can do better," he chooses to say, and you huff in a bratty manner.

"You know, I've never even seen you dance," you point out. "You're always so quick to critique me when you could be shit for all I know."

He thinks for a second, looking up as if searching his brain for the information he's looking for, until he finally decides what he wants to say. "How about this. I dance for you, show you I actually know what I'm talking about as if you're not already aware I'm a good dancer, and you stop being a brat and let me help you."

You choose to ignore the cocky comment hidden in his statement, choosing to nod your head and move to sit beside the mirrored wall instead, as Minho moves to the middle of the room. It's only a small practice room, one of the ones in the new building, but it works for when you want to practice in peace.

Minho uses his phone to choose a piece of music to dance to wordlessly, looking as though he couldn't care less about having to perform in front of you. You have a million bitchy comments ready on the top of your tongue, but you're stupidly shut up when the man starts to dance.

He's incredible. He makes every move look easy, performing them flawlessly without a second thought. He's captivating to watch, and you realise you're biting back every comment you wanted to make, entranced as you watch the man before you move.

He doesn't even break a sweat when he's finished, as if this is easy work for him, which you guess it is since he literally dances for a living. He turns the music off, and as soon as you're waiting for him to make some cocky, snarky remark, he only tilts his head in your direction. It's at this point you wonder if he actually was nervous to perform for you, his eyes looking straight into yours to look for any sign that you didn't enjoy it.

"Okay, so you know how to dance," you say, not wanting to lick his ass too much. "Help me fix my dance."

He chuckles at you, a hearty sound that makes you realise you've missed hearing him laugh, since everything got too heavy between you both. All your doing, you know, but still.

He spends the next hour watching you perform for him, fixing your positioning in places you're lacking and dancing alongside you to add in new moves. You tell him he can't change it too much, since you're supposed to choreograph the majority of himself, and he starts asking you questions. It's weird, how Minho can turn you voicing your ideas into actual moves that flow perfectly in your dance. You realise everything that's been said about how spectacular of a dancer Minho is was true.

At one point, he's behind you, watching you move from through the mirror. You only scuff up your move because you feel him staring at you, eyes piercing through you with a stone cold expression. He stops you all the same, catching the arm that moved when it shouldn't have done in his hand and gently pulling it back down.

"Thought you could let that slip past me, huh?" He shakes his head, narrowing his eyes at you as he moves in closer behind you to reposition your arm. Your breath catches in your throat when he puts his free hand on your hip to move your body to the side. "Again."

You try not to let your facial expression falter as you redo the move, knowing he's watching you from the mirror. He raises his eyes in approval when he watches you complete the move correctly, but doesn't make any attempt to move away from you, instead moving impossibly closer to talk into your ear. "Much better."

You can't take it any more. You practically shake yourself, slipping out of his hold to turn your back to mirror and screw your eyes shut, shaking your head as you talk.

"Stop it," you say to him, opening your eyes to his half smirk.

"Stop what?" He says stupidly, playing dumb.

You sigh, exasperated. "You know exactly what you're doing."

"Enlighten me."

It's like a challenge, the way he says it. Tell me what you're thinking, he's saying in less words. Tell me why you don't want me to touch you.

"Stop playing fucking dumb, Minho," you almost groan in defeat, knowing how easy it is for him to get you to crack. "You flirt with me, act like a cocky bastard and push me to my limits just to brush me off and ignore me. It's impossible - you're impossible."

He stays quiet, just eyeing you up, until he says, "You're hot when you get all riled up like this, you know."

You want to scream. "What?" You say, fed up with the mixed signals.

"You heard me," is all Minho says, refusing to back down.

Your back is almost right against the mirror now, and you don't know whether that's because Minho's moving forward or your just instinctively moving backwards.

"You have no idea what it's like to be on the receiving end of this torture," you huff, but you don't get another word in edgeways when Minho actually does take a step closer to you, minimising the gap between you both.

"No," he starts, taking his restraints off. "You don't understand what it's like to have you consume every thought I have."

Oh?

"I hardly know you, yet I can't stop thinking about you. You act as if I'm being mean to you by ignoring you, but I'm doing you a favour," he goes on to say, and you're even more confused. "Do you know, when you leaned into me that night, how badly I wanted to kiss you?"

Oh?

You know you look like a mess in front of him, out of breath from dancing and the way he's staring at you with those eyes.

"It took everything in me to push you away, because I knew if I didn't, I wouldn't be able to stop. And that wouldn't have been fair to you. You were so upset, and angry, and I wouldn't have been able to live with myself if I'd taken advantage of that," he explains, his jaw clenching as he talks, as if it's taking just as much restraint as it did then, now.

"Why didn't you explain that instead of ignoring me?" You manage to say, your voice quiet.

"I would have, if you hadn't run out of my apartment without a second thought."

Ah. That kind of shuts you up. "I don't really know what to say."

"You don't need to say anything. I just wanted you to know that I didn't not kiss you because I'm not attracted to you, or I don't like you. Cause it's pretty obvious, I do."

"Didn't stop you from going home with that girl the other night," You can't help but say, regretting the words almost as soon as they leave your mouth.

Minho almost laughs, but appears to stop himself. You already think he's making fun of you for this whole thing, whatever that is, but looking at how adorable you looked asking about that girl cracks him.

"I put her in a cab, sent her home and went home myself afterwards. Don't start getting clingy now, though," he warns, the raised eyebrow he sports making you feel all kinds of nervous. "It was your night, I didn't want to make you uncomfortable after what had happened the week before."

"It would have made me less uncomfortable if you'd have just talked to me," you point out, tilting your head at him. He moves closer, almost, almost touching you.

"If I'd have spoken to you, the night would have ended with you back at mine and that pretty little outfit Jeongin chose for you on the floor."

You don't have a second to react, since cockblock of the century Lee Felix opens the door to the studio as you pretty much shove Minho away from you, acting as if he didn't just admit he wants to fuck you.

"Hey, hey, god I'm sorry! I forgot I had an assignment for one of my extracurriculars, so I've been in the library since class ended working on it!" Felix explains, rushing his words and dumping his bag on the floor. "Has Minho helped?"

You can't even begin to find the words to reply to your best friend, so your thankful when Minho steps in in an attempt to save the situation. "Yeah, choreo's done, just needs cleaned it up."

"Great, you gonna stay longer?" Felix asks Minho, who shakes his head.

"Nah, I have to get back to feed the cats," Minho says, giving you a wink that goes undetected by Felix and makes you want to hit your head against the wall whilst he says his goodbyes to Lix and leaves the room. You cant focus when Felix starts babbling, putting his dance trainers on and tying his hair up.

And even though you're so confused as to whatever the hell had just happened, the one thing going through your mind was, Minho has cats?

PART FIVE HERE!

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madds-is-ace-trash · 1 year

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Ok hear me out!

So um I had a fic idea and the brain worms took over ima be posting it here and if all goes well to ao3 Chapter 1 of the fic is below

Summary: After an accident kills everyone the boy has ever known and injured the god of time, clockwork rushes to the only place he’s knows will take the now boy king. Gotham takes the now 6 year old Danny in to her arms, her child of the stars. And she’s going to ensure he gets the life he always deserved.

Mother of the storm and her star child

Chapter 1: In which a ward is gained

Clockwork clutches his side, the toxic green substance that makes up his being spilling on to his purple robes. As he flies over a city with a sky set dark over the horizon. Despite his very core feeling like it's about to split at the seams, he dare not falter. For in his arms is a bundle of blankets he holds his king. Much smaller than he was just an hour ago as his body rebuilds itself.

All he can do is pray that his old friend cand lend him a hand. That she’ll take in the only thing he has left to live for. The young boy has nowhere else to go and clock work has his own wounds to address. As he lands at last falling to his knees, wincing as his wound lets out another puff of its toxic excision. He sets the boy down in the alley and knows that she'll find him soon.

As thunder roles over the dark city, from the shadows a figure steps out into the dim light. Her skin is a dark purple, her hair seems to be made of the very storm that follows her wherever she gose. Her eyes a yellow like lighting breaking from the dark sky, dressed in black dress with a shawl made of stars. “ Gotham, you look well old friend,” CW manages to spit out threw pain with a weak smile on his face.

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“Clockwork?” her voice booms as the thunder rolls, her eyes narrow at the bundle in his arms.

“Let me explain, Pleas old friend I need your help,” he begs weakly, his form shifting yet shaking. He takes his hand off his side to move the blanket, in his arms a child no older than six(6). He's skin and bones, he's so small, smaller than he has any right to be. His raven hair is messy and his clothes 5 sizes too big. “ Please old friend, he has nowhere left to go, no kin to return to,” clock work says as his form shifts to that of an old man sending another green stain against the pavement. “ I am all that remains yet i'm afraid I must lick my own wounds if I wish to live to see him threw”

Gothem eyes her old acquaintance barely holding himself together, then her eyes drift to the small boy that lay in his arms. Her expression softens, she leans down and takes the wad from the ghost. And then like a wave of ice that chills her to the bone she realizes what she is holding. “ The boy king? Who? WHY!” her eyes slit and the thunder grows stronger. The wind begins to wip as she eyes the small bae that lay in her arms.

“His parents they…… they found him,” he snarls, “ They Hurt him….. The lab is no more it…. It took everyone, all I could do was save him but” he takes a heaving breath,” I could only do so much.”

Gotham seemed to understand what he ment, she looked at the boy still asleep with sorrow in her eyes, “ Please dear friend” clockwork begged once more, “ give him the life he always deserved, I cant keep him, not like this.” His throat felt tight as his eye stung, he can't cry not now.

“With everything I am, the boy will be safe,” The thunder low and distant like a spring storm, “ go now heal and so you may return to him once more” She smiles as she sees a peak of the boy's eyes as he dreams, blue, a beautiful vibrant blue. “ I know someone who will love him as his own'' Clock work fades his form relaxing as he disappears into the night.

The sky begins to cry but not in sorrow but joy, the prince has a new home and Gotham will insure he’ll grow, to be the king that the realm deserves. As she turns him to shield him from the rain a ring of light washes over the boy, his hair is white as snow, freckles make the stars, and a crown rest upon his brow. “ Rest now, my child of the stars, here you'll find you belong.” With that they boy renters to his human state. Now she just has to figure out how to induce him to her other children.

If y’all like it I’ll keep going also thinking about sketching what I envision my version of Gotham looks like. I like the idea of her being a storm spirit and that’s why Gotham always rains.

I did it [part 2]

#dpxdc #dc x dp #ghost king danny #danny fenton #danny phantom #i write some times #fanfic #I love Gotham calling Danny her star child #also I love Gotham being a giant yet gentle yet intimidating mother figure #de aged #baby danny #phandom

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Just imagine Benji choosing to sacrifice himself to protect Ethan or to help Ethan with the mission, being convinced that his life is not very important. Whether Benji survives or not is up to you to decide, but the choice is very clear...

Bombs, by some cruel trick of fate, had become his thing.

He knew them inside out, knew how to disarm them in less time than anyone in the IMF, he'd grown into the bomb expert of the whole agency, and he doesn't even know how that had happened.

The bomb in front of him, though, was completely different. It wasn't like the one Lane had strapped him to, not the one Gabriel had threatened the airport with, it was worse. It was worse, and the clock was ticking, and he was losing patience, and nothing was working, and Ethan was busy killing the last men that were trying to get into the room as he worked his magic on the weapon.

There was sweat glistening on his forehead, and his hair had come undone in a messy way, the one that revealed he was actually curly haired.

"How's it looking, Benji ?" the other agent asks as he retrieves his knife from an assailant's skull, "all good ?"

"I'm trying," Benji retorts, trying to crack a smile and failing horribly. "It's—it's a complicated one. I've tried a bunch of things, but..."

"Can I help ?"

"You're lovely, but no, not with this."

Ethan knew how to do many, many things, but bombs weren't his area of expertise. Hell, if the best guy at it wasn't making it work, Ethan wouldn't be of much help, bless him.

Benji's eyes drift to the rapidly moving numbers, notes the 00:07:59, clenches his jaw. His body was hiding the actual timer from his friend's vision, but it wouldn't be long until he'd notice.

Fuck, he swallows thickly, trying to think, fuck. This wouldn't do.

"I committed the plans to memory," he settles on saying, "you've got to get down to the basement, there's a...there's a bomb shelter, you need to go, now."

"What ?" comes Ethan's genuine surprise, "why would I do that ?"

"Because—" the younger man breathes in, shaking his head in defeat, "because I might not be able to defuse this one, E. And I'd rather you be safe."

"Bullshit," is his immediate reply, "if you can't do it, come down to the shelter with me."

"I can't," Benji can't help but laugh, "I can't let go of the trigger, or else it'll explode on us, right now."

"What are you talking about ?" Ethan worriedly asks as he walks up to him, "what is..."

His eyes widen comically as he takes in the contraption, staring at Benji's right hand firmly pressed on one side of it, the left one fiddling desperately with the remaining parts.

"Y—"

"It automatically activated itself when we got inside the room, I had to slam my hand on the trigger to contain it, and it—it started the countdown," Benji explains as calmly as his beating heart allows him, "there's not much time left, you've got to leave."

"I'm not leaving without you," Ethan firmly says, frowning like there was no other answer that was acceptable.

"I appreciate the sentiment, really, I do, but we've got to be smart about this," his teammate almost groans, still busy with trying to find a way to defuse it, "we can"t stay here like idiots and wait for the explosion to blow us to bits."

"Well, I'm not going to hide into the basement while you're there," the other counters, wincing at bit at the graphic description just given. "I won't."

"God, is this—is this some ego thing ? You don't want to let me do all the work ?"

"No, I just don't want to leave you alone in there !"

"Ethan, you can't work with bombs, and it's okay, you're great at many other things, but right now you'd be of much better use far and safe !"

"I want you to be safe !"

"FUCK, ETHAN !" Benji suddenly yells, taking him by surprise as his entire face morphed into pure wrath. "FOR CHRIST'S SAKE ! LISTEN TO ME !"

"I'm listening, I just—"

"You're the IMF's most treasured asset, and I am not letting you die at my hands because of my own inadequacy to deal with this."

"Benji—“

"There's no use of two of us being here, I—“ he pauses, biting the inside of his cheek to compose himself, casting a sorrowful glance at the other man. "Just—Ethan. I might not make it. Do you understand that ?"

And Ethan's entire expression collapses, and he hates to see it. Truly, he does.

"I don't—look, this bomb's impossible, and there're less than five minutes left, realistically I'm not going to fucking make it, E. I'm not. And—" his voice shakes, and he does his best to keep face, to keep the tears at bay, "and I'm at peace with that. I've been at peace with it for the past ten minutes, actually, and I—"

"But I'm not," the other agent cuts him off, tone icy. "I'm not leaving you."

"You're not fucking listening to me !"

"You wanna know something, Benj ?" Ethan roughly asks, fists clenching. "Anyone else, I would've left. Everyone always tells me I'm selfless, and that I want to save the whole world, and it's true, but I would've—maybe I would've made my peace with it, too, and I would've gone to that basement, had it been anyone else."

"Then why—“

"Because it's you, Benji !" he exclaims, expression open and horrifyingly vulnerable, "I already lost you, I—Lane, he almost took you away from me, twice, I'm not letting that happen. I'm not losing you."

"I'm not going to make it, E," Benji softly says, a desolate smile casting a shadow on his expression. "I'm not. I'm sorry, I—"

"Don't fucking say that," Ethan all but growls, "you're the best at this, there must be a way, something you haven't see, there's—“

"I'm not going to find it in four minutes thirty."

"Benji, please," the older man pleads, desperate, "I won't be able to live with myself if I abandon you here. I won't, I just—"

"And I won't live with myself if I know I've kept you here and fucking killed you !"

"I can't leave."

"Ethan, I'm begging you," Benji insists, "you need to go."

"No !"

"You stupid man !" he shouts out, red with anger, "don't you get it ?! I'm replaceable ! I'm nothing ! You're Ethan fucking Hunt, for Christ's sake ! You can't die ! Not now, not ever !"

"And I don't want to exist in a world you're not a part of !" Ethan yells back, eyes glistening with tears, "I can't ! I can't, I just—"

He pauses, raising a hand to his lids, shaking the wetness away.

"I love you, Benji," he finally chokes out, his entire body shaking with the admission, "so much. I love you, I'm in love with you, and I'm not leaving you."

"Then I'm asking you," Benji gently replies, voice just as shattered, "I'm imploring you. Ethan, please," he begs, closing his eyes, turning to hide his state, "leave."

"Benji, Benji please, don't make me do this."

"I love you too," the other man breathes out, "I have, for a while actually. I know this isn't the best way to announce it, but I wanted to say it back at least once."

"Benj—"

"If you love me, then go," Benji nods difficultly, "now."

"I can't, I—“

"I can't promise you anything, E, but I promise to you, I'll try everything. But I need to know you're safe to focus. Please."

Ethan's jaw clenches, and he finally looks down pitifully, not daring meeting his eyes.

"Go," Benji whispers, "For me. Live for me."

"I'm sorry."

"I know. It's okay."

"I love you."

"I love you too, E."

He takes him in one last time, takes his wild hair and his bruised cheeks, takes his the brightness of his eyes and the way his suit was crumpled.

He turns on his heels and runs.

He runs.

Benji watches him leave, the bomb growing warmer and warmer under his hands with each passing seconds.

He won't go down without a fight.

#mission impossible #mission impossible fic #benthan #benji dunn #ethan hunt #ask #snovyda

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Cravity and Kinks [headcanon]

[♡] Cravity X afab!reader

[♡]CONTAIN: multiples kinks

[♡] this is +18 content and purely fictional, not intended to offend anyone. read with descriptions. Minors do not interact.

SERIM

Service top.

Serim likes to exert strength, showing how much he can be bigger than you and consequently be much stronger.

So carry you, always lift you up and a good stroke for his ego.

I believe he is a man who likes simple things

Vanilla sex is his favorite, because serim likes to be loving, praise you and say how well you do it.

He is fixated on fucking you on all fours but facing the mirror so he can see you and see him at the same time, a man who spends so much time in the gym can be a bit narcissistic

ALLEN

Dumbfication, nothing Get it out of my head that allen will always try to apply this to you,

because his taste always makes you look so dumb.

Which brings a bit of humiliation kink deep down because he also can't help humiliating, subliminally or not.

Do you want to see this man raving? Ride him, Allen feels like he can come in moments just watching you sit on his cock.

A of little hair pulling.

A secret? Pegging, he'd like to try but he's afraid to ask you

JUNGMO

Humiliation kink, for sure.

Jungmo loves to rub it in your face how rich he is and how much you deserve to be treated like a gold digger.

Rough sex ; messy sex

Obsessive and hate sex

Slapping, at times like this jungmo will always bring out the worst in him and of course,

dumbfication, he will never fail to explain why you're so dumb as to hit on a guy like him

WOOBIN

Oh he's the famous daddy,

he's a caretaker, fond of vanilla sex,

but we're not here to talk about that, so let's get down to business.

Woobin is fixated on oral, even more so if you're adept at deep throat, he has the need to always fuck your mouth first.

Bulge kink I believe it lives on the agenda because it can be considered a very reasonable size, but the effect it causes on you makes it bigger.

Woobin is fond of fucking you in your clothes,

dry humping included and of course tight riding so he can have the pleasure of controlling your orgasm,

but always with the touch of praising you for always trying so hard...but if you get out of line,

you can be sure that he will punish you without thinking twices

WONJIN

Semi public sex

The two of you in a bathroom, or any other type of sex that could end up getting you into awkward situations.

Oral, obviously, because wonjin is Huge, like HUGE, so watching you choke on his dick satisfies him.

Rough sex, despite being a very sensitive person, wonjin enjoys hitting you hard.

Brat tamer, because sometimes he also ends up acting like a brat.

High sex, regardless of type and last but not least

wonjin's urgency to always put you in your subspace

MINHEE

He's possessive, there can't be anyone in the world capable of getting to your feet other than him

Minhee is not pleased and when it gets to the point where he needs to show it, you can be sure he'll end up with you in bed.

Hair pulling, spanking, rough sex, hate sex,

I don't see minhee as someone simple, he likes to tie you up,

to deprive your senses, to make you dizzy from fucking you,

to get you dirty with his cum, marking, for him precisely having the need to hear you confirm that you belong only to him is a lot of humiliation

HYEONGJUN

Noona kink.

Pet play, hyeongjun is spoiled, likes to be treated like a baby.

Praise kink, dry humping, mutual masturbation.

In my opinion hyeongjun is a sub,

so whatever you can do to make him comfortable and well taken care of,

I'm sure he'll love it,

as well as he's very vocal, because your own moans excite him a lot

and just like he's a big fan preliminary, it is also after care

TAEYOUNG

Exhibitionist, taeyoung has no qualms about trying to fuck you even in semi-public, or even public, places.

CockWarming for him is the best thing ever,

even more so because he can keep both yours and his orgasm under control.

High sex, like wonjin, regardless of the form,

I can say that he likes to humiliate you a little, but in the sense of mocking,

teasing, even because taeyoung is a damn brat, if you don't take the reins of his attitudes, he consumes you

SEONGMIN

NOONA KINK.

humiliation,

seongmin has some tendencies that fall a lot for the sub, he could be a great baby boy,

but when he wants to, even because on his worst (or best) days, seongmin becomes adept at shibari,

masochistic, seongmin likes to hitting you, be hitting , but only in places where you can't see it, that way only you keep that secret.

Possessive. Seongmin likes oral, but him doing it on you, because he likes the feeling when you pull his hair so you can feel him more

#kpop smut #kpop hard hours #cravity smut #cravity hard hours #serim smut #allen smut #jungmo smut #woobin smut #wonjin smut #minhee smut #hyeongjun smut #taeyoung smut #seongmin smut

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Late Arrival Chapter 2

Read Chapter 1 Here

This was written to fill @monthofsick day 14: Can't Keep Anything Down

Prompt List | AO3 | Ask | Rules

Warnings: Vomiting, fever, nightmare mention, slight anxiety, bad jokes

Anon asked:

Could I make a request for can’t keep anything down with sick Cyno? I feel like Tighnari would try really hard to get him to eat or stay hydrated or try some home remedies but…Cynos stomach just can’t handle it right now…

Tighnari wakes, warm and cozy, curled up against Cyno, only because of his alarm. There’s a moment of disorientation, confusion because he isn’t in his own bed or even in his own home. He doesn’t often use an alarm, instead rising with the birds and the sun. There’s no birdsong, here. Only background noise from the city, and Cyno’s labored breathing.

The sound brings Tighnari both clarity and concern. He remembers why he set the alarm while in the process of blearily shutting it off. With heavy limbs, he stumbles around the place until he manages to grab a glass of water and some medicine from his own belongings, which still rest in a messy pile near the door.

When he returns to the bedroom, he hesitates. He loathes to disrupt Cyno’s rest. If he ignores the rattle in the his airways, the sweat on his temples, and the way his whole body occasionally shivers, the matra looks peaceful. It’s reassuring to see him relaxed to this degree. Outside of playing cards and eating meals, the two of them often spend their precious little time together snuggling or napping for this very reason. With the intensity of their jobs, they both struggle to unwind. For Tighnari, at least, there’s something about watching his partner sleep that helps rebuild a sense of safety. He can convince himself that nothing bad will happen to either of them when they’re wrapped up in blankets together, secure enough to close their eyes and sometimes, now, even dream.

Still, the last thing Tighnari wants is to let his sentimentality get in the way of what is necessary. Cyno is a light sleeper - that he slept through the alarm is moderately disquieting - so Tighnari traces the soft lines of the sick man’s face with a hovering touch and scratches his head. He barely stirs.

“Cyno,” Tighnari speaks quietly, absently teasing white hair. The fever has risen. His voice is an odd pitch and louder than he intended when he speaks again. “Hey, Cyno. Wake up.”

There’s an incoherent mumble, muffled by blanket. Tighnari peels layers of off him and Cyno makes a noise of distaste.

“I know.” A slight note of regret shimmers in the air, but apology loses in the war against pragmatism, at least for Tighnari. “We need to get your fever down.”

“’s too cold,” the matra slurs. His hands grasp at the air blindly, no doubt seeking the covers.

Tighnari nods and helps him to sit up. “Chills,” he explains. “From the fever.” He mixes the medicine in - a natural herbal powder that’s meant to lower and stabilize body temperature - before handing the glass over. “This might taste a bit odd, but it should help. Do you think you can keep medicine down right now?”

Cyno nods, looking suspiciously more determined than he does confident. His hands shake as he takes the glass, so Tighnari helps guide it to his lips. “Drink slowly. Just a few sips is enough.”

“A few sips” is all it takes for Cyno to clamp his mouth tightly shut. His throat bobs threateningly and he leans back, eyes closed. He’s clearly trying to keep his stomach under control, but he’s so feverish that he can hardly hold his head up.

“Breathe in through your nose. Slowly,” Tighnari instructs. He reaches for the trashcan beside the bed and pulls it close. When Cyno lurches forward with an aborted heave, tears escaping out of the corners of his eyes, Tighnari sighs and lifts the bin onto the bed.

“It’s okay, Cyno.” He brushes sweaty hair away from his partner’s face. Cyno shakes his head and Tighnari can’t help but smile fondly. Stubborn as usual. Sure enough, though, it doesn’t take long before a coughing fit racks Cyno’s body. Tighnari helps him lean forward and rubs his back, wincing as he begins to retch. Inevitably, the fluids come right back up, splattering against the plastic. Cyno continues to gag, his body straining unforgivingly until there’s another splash of liquid. He groans, shudders, and flops back onto the pillow behind him. “I’m sorry,” he sniffles miserably, rubbing at wet eyes and coughing weakly.

“Hey,” Tighnari looks at him sternly. “It’s not your fault. The medicine must have been too much.”

Cyno might agree, if he had the energy, but he’s too busy trying to prevent his teeth from chattering.

“I’m going to get some plain water. When you’re ready, we can try that, okay?”

Tighnari looks painfully hopeful, but Cyno can’t even bring himself to nod. His stomach aches, hollow and angry. Now that it’s been upturned, it refuses to settle. He’s left burping up rancid air, drool pooling in his mouth until he’s spitting it into the waste bin. He’s suffering through lingering dry heaves when his partner returns.

“Oh, no.” There’s a clink as Tighnari puts the glass aside in favor of rubbing Cyno’s back through each painful retch. It’s a sweet gesture, both grounding and comforting. It’s nice not to be alone. Tighnari nudges him and offers a glass of water once his stomach lets up. “Just rinse your mouth out, for now.”

It doesn’t take the nausea away by any means - queasy tremors still rattle through him relentlessly - but Cyno feels moderately more human once the nasty taste has lessened. His eyelids droop.

“Cyno, honey,” Tighnari says. Cyno’s thoughts are a fog of confusion, but his chest warms pleasantly. It’s not common for Tighnari to use terms of endearment, even when they’re alone. The mood is quickly dampened by his next words. “Do you feel up to a bit of water?”

Cyno can’t help the pitiful whine that escapes him. “Sleep.” He’s halfway to begging and hates how fragile his voice sounds. Then Tighnari’s hand is weaving through his hair, feeling like salve on a burn wound.

“Soon,” Tighnari agrees. “Drink this first?”

If Cyno were to firmly resist, he knows that Tighnari wouldn’t force him. He also knows that Tighnari is worried. He breathes slowly and manages a few sips.

Instantly, the water sloshes in his stomach. That persistent chill is replaced as his body warms over uncomfortably, pricks of sweat forming on his temples. He closes his eyes and hands the glass back to Tighnari, feeling the forest watcher’s eyes on him all the while. Cyno suppresses a heave.

Exhaustion weighs heavy upon him; he can fall back asleep, he thinks, and then it will be fine. Surely, it will stay down. That’s all he really needs - just a bit of water in his system to prevent dehydration, to reassure Tighnari. Tired as he is, sleep takes him quickly enough.

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The next time he wakes, it's brief. No more than an hour has passed. Cyno is dizzy. He feels ill. He’s hardly aware of his surroundings. He doesn’t hear Tighnari asking if he’s okay, so he doesn’t respond. His stomach dips, and burning liquid hurtles up his throat, out his mouth and nose. Some clarity returns to him, then. He’s made a mess. His bare chest is sticky. He thinks he might be crying, because Tighnari is soothing him with great care, wiping him down with towels. Cyno is cold again, and very saddened to find that he still has no covers. “I’m sorry,” he hears Tighnari say, and then the world drifts away.

———

Tighnari watches Cyno curl onto his side, trembling, and aches. He massages the sick man’s back. Any patient unable to keep fluids down for going on six hours, at a minimum, is concerning, regardless of whether a bond with an otherworldly being enhances their body’s general durability. Tighnari’s expertise in first aid only goes as far as the tools he has at his disposal. If, for example, intravenous fluid administration becomes a necessity, he’ll have to drag Cyno to the Bimarstan, kicking and screaming - maybe literally, with the near-delirious state he’s in. Considering his traumatic history with Akademiya “medicine,” his reluctance is justified. In all fairness, Tighnari is also not fond of the idea, for reasons of his own. The Bimarstan is truly a last resort.

“We need to get your fever down,” he murmurs, mostly to himself. He isn’t sure Cyno can hear him, but he gives him one final head scratch before standing. “I’ll be right back.”

By the time Tighnari returns with lukewarm water and a few clean towels, Cyno has drifted off again. Even in sleep, his body shivers. “This is probably going to feel cold to you,” Tighnari warns. He’s relieved when, as he places a wet towel on his forehead, Cyno only shifts slightly. For the next few minutes, Tighnari works to cool the matra’s skin with the additional towels, careful not to dampen the bed.

There’s little to do after that but wait and repeat the process roughly every hour. The time passes slowly. Tighnari cleans the trash bin out and tidies the apartment. He makes mint tea, and then soup. He writes Collei and Kaveh with updates: he plans to stay in the city for at least another three days to ensure Cyno’s full recovery, and may stay longer if necessary. He entrusts Collei and a few other forest watchers to assist in covering his duties while he’s away. Tighnari aches a bit, thinking about Gandharva Ville, and he drifts back to Cyno’s side to, once again, simply watch him sleep.

This time, though, his brow is furrowed, teeth clenched. His body tenses and curls further inwards. When Tighnari touches his shoulder, he wakes with a gasp.

“You’re okay.” Tighnari speaks softly, watching the other man attentively. He’s still tense and breathless, but he nods. He’s trying to play it off. Tighnari lets him. He waits, giving Cyno space to calm his body.

“I’m okay,” Cyno echoes, simultaneously reaching for his hand. The forest watcher offers it without comment and waits for Cyno’s breath to returns to a more normal speed. Despite the nightmare, Cyno looks better. More lucid, certainly. Tighnari touches his wrist. “Hey. How are you feeling?”

“Better,” Cyno says, smiling. “‘m still sleepy.”

Tighnari nods, a sigh of relief shaking its way out of him. “I would expect so. Your body is healing, after all.” He checks Cyno’s temperature and is pleased to find that, though the fever is still there, it has definitely improved since a few hours ago. Cyno drinks water without complaint and appears unfazed afterwards. Rest really can work wonders.

“Tighnari,” Cyno speaks slowly. “Can the stomach flu impact your memory?” The question instantly shoots fear back through Tighnari’s veins; as though it never really left. His chest feels tight and his brows furrow.

“Well, you did have quite a high fever, which can have that effect, although it’s highly unusual and would be cause for concern. Why? What’s going on?”

Cyno’s expression changes minutely. He doesn’t smile, but the glimmer in his eye is the equivalent of a smirk. Tighnari realizes what’s coming a second too late to interject. “It’s just that, I once heard a pun about amnesia, but I can’t remember how it goes.”

Tighnari groans. He knows his expression is blatantly fond, so he hides his face in his hands. It’s reassuring that Cyno is joking again - albeit less so that it may be at the cost of Tighnari’s sanity.

“What?” Cyno continues. “A little joke when you're sick never hurt antibody.”

“Stop.”

“Fine. I have a joke about the flu but I’d hope you don’t “get it,” anyway.”

Tighnari gives up. He rolls his eyes and simply doesn’t respond, letting Cyno rattle off some justification as to why puns are hilarious. The frustrating thing is that the jokes really have relaxed him, which was no doubt their intended purpose; silly as it is, hearing Cyno back to his usual antics has eased some tension that Tighnari hadn’t even noticed building inside him. Not that he would ever admit it out loud. For once, though, he doesn’t cut Cyno’s explanation short, content letting the words wash over him, even if he pays little attention to the meaning behind them. Cyno looks tired but proud as he wraps up his little speech, and Tighnari doesn’t hide his affection this time.

It’s only another 30 minutes or so before Cyno falls back asleep, but he’s been able to keep the water and a bowl of soup down for the duration. With the worst of his worries placated, the exhaustion catches up to Tighnari all at once. He snuggles in next to Cyno. If he can’t stay awake to watch him rest, then sleeping right beside him is the next best thing.

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Chapter 3

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#my writing #my writing: genshin #tw emeto #tw vomit #novemetober #tw anxiety #tw nightmare mention #sick cyno #cyno genshin impact #tighnari genshin impact #genshin impact emeto #novemetober rescheduled #genshin sickfic #don't think i've ever written a 3 part fic before actually #have i even done any multi chapter fic before idk TT_TT #here's to hoping i can finish this one!!#genshin emeto

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jaidens · 9 months

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Just One Single Glimpse Of Relief To Make Some Sense Of What You've Seen [PT. 2]

pairing [s] : daniel larusso x reader

warning [s] : mentions of : pain, cuts, bruises, crying, cuddling | comforting part of the hurt | this was super quick I'm tired guys

a/n [s] : requests are open!! hi pooksters

Daniel wakes up with a painful throbbing in his head, reminding of too many bad highschool parties after football games. There's a loud beeping and bright lights as he attempts to recollect why he's here. The television is playing a random old movie, the commonahh track playing loudly. He looks around and looks down at his body to see that he is connected to wires and an IV. Suddenly, he realizes, why is he in a hospital room?

You emerge from an open door, carrying two plates of food and a cup of water. “Hey, Danny! You're finally awake.” Your voice is soft and relaxing and it's music to his throbbing head. “What am I doing here? What's happening? All I remember was Johnny.. then man— my head is really hurting.” Daniel rumbles out words, hand falling against the gauze patch above his eyebrow.

You sit down near his legs, hand falling against his arm as he looks at you with worry. “You passed out after what the Cobra’s did to you. You got a couple of cuts and bruises. It's around..10:00 so you've been sleeping for a while.” You inform Daniel and he nods, fingers playing with yours on your hand. He's zoned out and you hand him a pill and water. You direct him to take it, your voice soothing his mind.

He shoots the pill back with water and lays against your pillow. Daniel’s hair is messy and fluffy, and his eyes are closed. You're softly rubbing his arm, fingers laced through his. You're reminding him that you're there for him, and care. “Are you hungry? Did you want to eat?” You ask and Daniel nods, grabbing the plate from your hands and immediately digging into the warmed up dinner.

You chew yours as you watch him, savoring the picture in your mind of his soft look. His eyes are hung almost closed as he continues waking up from his long nap. He doesn't look great— the purple eye and cuts littering his face are prominent. The bruises against his arms from blocking hits make you sad, knowing how he had to use karate for protection, and not for what he had loved and cherished.

“Do you want the lights off? I wasn't sure what you wanted.” You ask and he nods, which makes you stand up and turn them off and turn the lamp on that lights up a small area but a candle look lets you eat in peace. You're watching him and you can't help but feel your eyelashes get wet from tears finally pushing through your strong surface. The sight of him makes you wanna take everything he's ever felt, and push it onto you, which would make him feel better. It kills you that it can't, however.

“The nurse said you had a concussion and a few stitches.” You tell Daniel and he lets his eyes fling open in surprise. “Johnny was so aggressive— I think he was drunk or something.” You nod and kiss his knuckles as he explains what happens while sniffling in tears. Daniel had been hurt in many ways— emotional and physical. It hurts you more to see someone you loved and cared about and have to look behind his back after karate championships.

“Thank you– for being here. I was so scared. As soon as I saw them all, I knew I wouldn't be going home with a couple bruises.” Daniel admits to you as he chews against his bottom lip. You had only seen him like this a couple of times during bad situations, he would quiet down and the bubbly personality would get locked away. “Of course, Daniel. I will always be here, always.”

The night ends with cuddling and talking about the school day before, everything that happened before. You're in his hospital bed and watch how calm he stays, messing with his curls by twirling them around your fingers. You're in love, and you're sure the next time you see Johnny's face, it isn't gonna be as cute as all the girls see it.

#daniel larusso x reader #daniel larusso #karate kid 1984 #karate kid fanfiction #young daniel larusso x reader #daniel larusso fluff #daniel larusso fanfiction #daniel larusso imagine #daniel larusso x y/n #daniel larusso x you #karate kid x reader #karate kid imagine #karate kid 1986 #karate kid 1989 #karate kid

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sp1rit-realm · 1 year

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༻¨*:· 𝐒𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 ·:*¨༺

༻¨*:· summary ·:*¨༺ seasonal depression is a pain in the ass.

༻¨*:· notes ·:*¨༺ 𖦹 james potter x reader 𖦹 HURT/NO COMFORT 𖦹 depressed reader D: 𖦹 gn!reader (no pronouns used) 𖦹 still have not proofread this bc i'm lazy⎝(ˊᗜˋ)⎠ 𖦹 shitty writing/ending 𖦹 i cried while writing this. 𖦹 like ugly cried

༻¨*:· word count ·:*¨༺ 687

"It's just... hard," You mumble.

It was raining today, and the sea was enraged. The waves were crashing onto the shore, lacking the usual gentleness they held.

September was always hard. It was that weird time of year when it was getting colder and the days were becoming shorter. Green leaves were turning red and orange, plants were dying, and the sun seemed to hide.

James had trouble comprehending what it was like to be sad for seemingly no reason at all.

"Why?" He asked. His eyes held so many questions, and you had so few answers.

Why?

"Because," You paused and furrowed your brows, "It's getting... colder. And the sun isn't out as often, and that's hard, too."

James cocked his head, and you wanted to cry at the slight frown on his lips, "I still don't understand. I thought you liked the cold weather?"

You took a deep, melancholic breath, "I do." You were getting quieter, curling into yourself, "Or, at least, I thought so, but there's something about my feet and my nose being cold all the time. It makes life... unbearable," You explained, and James's heart broke.

His frown deepened, "Well, can't you just wear socks and mittens? Those will keep you warm."

He didn't understand, and you appreciated the sentiment. You did. But you wondered if this relationship would work out because how could you be with someone when they don't understand why you're feeling the way you do?

You weren't sure.

You sighed, watching the waves. They were so angry. So, so angry. You felt that way, to some extent.

Angry that you were feeling this way, that your wonderful boyfriend couldn't understand why you were feeling this way, and that he couldn't help. Because wearing mittens and socks doesn't fix depression. Sitting by the fireplace with tea doesn't solve everything. James didn't understand that. And you knew it was unfair to get upset with him because he's only trying his hardest, but sometimes you wished you could sit him down and scream at him.

You wished you could say: "I'm sad, and I don't know why! Because I do like the cold and wearing socks and mittens while sipping tea by the fireplace, but that doesn't fix it. And that's hard. It's so hard, James."

But you couldn't; you couldn't stand seeing his face as his heart crumbled. You knew it would if you said those words. And that would only make it harder.

September was a hard month, and so were October, December, January, and February because it was so cold all the time.

Soon, you learned that it was even colder with nobody there. You regretted it all. You regretted leaving him because he tried his hardest even though he didn't understand. And despite your flaws, he held and hugged you like you were the most precious thing in the world.

But people do stupid things in September that they'll come to regret in March.

Life was dull without him. James was the sun to your rain, but he was gone. You hurt him, and his voice still haunts your nightmares.

"It's okay," He said. "It's okay, I understand."

You remember how his voice cracked as he apologized for not being enough. And you remember watching his heart shatter.

Now, your life was rain and gloom and darkness. Now, your heart ached with a new sadness it had never experienced before you left him.

You lived in a small, shoddy flat and worked mind-numbing shifts at a local market.

You were restocking milk when you heard a ruckus. You looked to your left and saw a tall man with messy black hair. It seemed that he had dropped a gallon of milk. He turned around, looking for a worker, and he spotted you. As you look into his eyes, you're seventeen years old again, planning your life with one another. Then you blink and remember that you're just two broken adults staring at each other, wishing you were strong enough to love.

But you did something stupid that September and you regret it every second of your life.

Thank you for reading, lovelies

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#james potter #james potter x y/n #james potter x reader #james potter x you #james potter fanfiction #james potter fic #hurt no comfort #hannah's head hurts #sp1rit realm #₊˚.༄ hannah writes

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Thirteen Year [Porco Galliard x reader] 4

His hand held yours tightly, thinking to himself if he let go in the slightest you would slip away. Although the sickly feeling was long gone, his thoughts still rattled in his mind. He was conflicted. He made the promise, the words passing his lips easily, but he wanted to know the importance. Why convey your worries now, when it was far too late; he had inherited the Jaw and there was no looking back. A part of him wished he knew your thoughts, to better understand. If only he knew what you were thinking, maybe it would help him figure out the feelings he kept tucked away in his mind.

The two words the young man spoke were all you needed to hear to put you at ease. You knew it wasn't that simple though, if only. You knew there was death around every corner in his field, but his promise still held firm within you. You squeezed his hand gently again, the numbness in your fingers from the cold slowly drifted away from his own warmth. Although cold, you felt content. There was a comfort you felt when with him, a comfort you missed for the two months of him being away. Your gaze returned to the sky with a silent sigh escaping your lips, "please be safe, Porco. I'm only given thirteen more years with you, don't make it less." You breathed.

Hearing his name again made him lose his words, and the rest of your statement left him speechless. He was astounded by how much you cared, he was taken back with himself for finally realizing this truth. It made sense to him; when he came back you looked sleepless and tired, dark circles under your eyes, and your neat, put together aesthetic thrown off - you were worried. His fingers held your own tighter, his gaze unfaltering from you although yours already held the stars. "I wouldn't dare make it less, so please, stop worrying over me."

"Easier said than done," you stated. "I feel like that's all I ever do these days. You'd be surprised how much you stay on my mind," you admitted softly, the cold air making your breath hang in the sky before dispersing. Porco saw your eyes flutter closed, as if to rearrange the thoughts you held in your head to later speak. But no words came, you simply laid on the roof with your eyes closed and your mouth shut. Your statement rang in his head during the silence and he averted his gaze from you. The sickly feeling returned then. Short of breath, suddenly hot, and although no nausea plagued him he felt as if he needed to vomit.

The hand that held yours was slowly becoming slicked with sweat as he stared at the sky. He feared you would notice, but you didn't utter a word. His mind raced for a prognosis to the sudden feeling, but every answer only ended with the words of Marcel years ago: "you've got it bad."

Marcel watched the blonde brother pace back and forth in the quaint room they shared. The brunette held his cheek with his hand, his elbows resting against his knees as he sat on his bed. "Stop pacing, I feel like I'm watching a volleyball game," he quipped. Porco abruptly stopped and shot him a glare before letting out a sigh and taking a seat next to the eldest. "Anything you want to talk about, Pock?" Marcel asked, half out of curiosity and half out of pity seeing the boy pace so long.

There was a long pause between the brothers; Porco held his head down in thought and Marcel kept his eyes on him. "(Y/n)." Porco replied with a sigh, the name coming out of his mouth felt like a relief. It was hard for Porco to keep anything from his brother and it was easy for Marcel to tell if something was troubling him.

"(Y/n)?" The eldest asked, the youngest nodding. "What about them?"

"It's hard to explain," Porco ran his hands through his now messy blonde hair and looked over at his brother. "Whenever I talk to them I feel. . . sick. Every time they come around I get nervous and hot and I jumble up my words. I feel like an idiot and I don't know what the hell I'm feeling but- I can't help but like it."

A smile grew on Marcel's features upon hearing his brother's explanation. He found it endearing his brother developed a crush and didn't even know it. "Pock," he started with a small chuckle, "you've got it bad, so bad you don't even realize it. The way you're talking, I'd say you're practically in love with them already."

Love. The instant the word crossed his mind his heart beat quickened and his eyes widened. The idea that he could quite possibly be in love never came to mind until tonight, and now it was all he could think about. His mind never halted the thought and he tried to fight it. 'I'm not in love. I'm not in love. I can't be in love.' Although his denial, the realization was clear as day. A single word answered all of his questions, and though he felt relief, fear washed over him. The symptoms he felt before continued but a an ache in his chest was added to the mix of aliments.

His pale hand held tighter to your own at the thought, he hadn't realized his action until a small hum emitted from you. Your eyes focused on him, as did his onto you, and a small frown formed on your face. "You look scared, Pock. . . I didn't mean to freak you out about the thirteen years, if that's what it is?" There was a silence between the two as he shook his head, signaling that reason wasn't correct. "What's wrong?" You asked softly.

He fought the urge to tell you exactly what he was feeling, the fear of unrequited love being too hard to face. His thoughts finally went quiet, blue eyes simply staring back at you. In that moment he realized he had loved you far longer than he had believed; the sickly feeling had started years ago and he felt foolish for pinpointing it now. "I just-. . ." he paused. He shoved the feelings down, just as he had for years, only this time he knew what they meant. "I missed you so much," he admitted softly, "honestly you wouldn't believe how much I missed you."

A smile formed on your features, "I bet I missed you just as much." You felt a pang in your heart at his words, you felt a warmth inside you didn't realize you could feel. It was almost a relief to know you were not the only one longing to see the other, the fact washing away the anxiety you felt. "As I said earlier, you'd be surprised how much you stay on my mind," you expressed, his hand still firmly holding yours so you reciprocated.

A brief silence fell between the both of you; thankful to be reunited and occupying each other's time, you both, however, didn't know what to say. There was never an instance the two of you shared a feeling about the other, and admitting the yearning for one another was foreign and left you at a loss for words. Porco shifted beside you and unlaced his fingers from yours before sitting up, his gaze now towards the sky. You followed him and sat up, now sitting next to each other. The blanket you had draped over you fell from the previous action and you shivered at the cold air nipping at you. The blonde's eyes shifted, seeing you shivering slightly before proceeding to slip off the uniform jacket he dawned. "Here," he offered and held it out to you, "you should've worn a jacket knowing it was this cold tonight."

"As much as I'm grateful, you know I shouldn't be taking part of your uniform," you explained as you wrapped your blanket around you.

Porco couldn't help but smile at you, "no one said you're keeping it. Just give it back tomorrow when we do this again," he spoke and gave you a small nudge to the shoulder. A small blush crept to your cheeks at his words before you hesitantly took his jacket. The jacket smelled of him: clean and earthy, it had been washed and well taken care of but faintly smelled of the elements, stemming from months of being outdoors. His gesture made your heart flutter, he had offered you clothing before but this instance felt different. It felt loving and full of care rather than pitiful.

A pink hue drifted onto his cheeks upon seeing you slip on his jacket. He didn't feel the cold air biting against his exposed arms, nor did he feel cold in the slightest. The interaction made him feel warm and fuzzy, a better alternative to the sick feeling previously. As he took in your image his eyes stopped at the red arm band on the sleeve, knowing that your own gray one lay beneath the uniform's fabric made him feel guilty. It was his only aspiration to inherit a Titan, but now that he had he didn't want you to slip through his fingers.

The red arm band was a stark reminder that he was now considered different and "desired" by the Marleyan Empire, and you were not. He was treated differently, although the same to the Marleyans, Eldians looked upon him like a savior. He had special privileges that others had not, that you didn't have. He could leave the interment zone and see the outside world through a small Titan lens, you could not. The guilt stemmed from the thought of leaving you behind, but not on his own accord. He feared you would drift away from him because of the new "freedoms" he had.

With a soft sigh, he turned his gaze back to the stars. Connecting the constellations he knew as his eyes shifted from star to star. The warmth next to him got closer as he noticed you gently leaning on him, hoping to gain the heat that radiated from him to fight off the cold. His lips turned up to a small smile before placing his blanket over the both of you, draping it over your shoulders and his. His arm never returned to where it was before, instead he kept it over your shoulders, where he placed his blanket, and pulled you closer.

The action took you by surprise, but you didn't object. Part of you simply wanted the warmth he gave off, the other wanting nothing more than to be near him. You drew closer to him, every movement making your heart thump a bit louder and faster. The close proximity making your face flush and your stomach tighten. But the feeling wasn't foreign, you had known it for years. The infatuation you had with the man was far from small and you had come to terms with the desire years prior. You never uttered a word about the feelings you held for him and denied any suspicion your friends held about your so called "platonic" relationship.

You keep your feelings tucked away in a small corner of your mind, but recently they had been running wild. You noticed a change in Porco: how he acted, how he spoke, how he addressed you. He seemed hesitant and disorganized, but you chalked it up to be transitioning into a Warrior, not reciprocating feelings. Although your heart yearned for the young man, he would never know. He would know that you cared, that you would always stand by him, but he would forever be oblivious to the love you held. Thirteen years wasn't enough time to spend with him, it was simply a timer until his inevitable demise. Thirteen years wasn't enough time to make a life with him, it would go by in mere seconds. Thirteen years wasn't enough time to love him, though you wanted it to be.

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Adventures of Chika Hanabusa: The Restoration of Earth

Disclaimer: This book follows the events of Percy Jackson and Heros of Olympus fanfic, this fanfic will not include Trails of Apollo, The Kane Chronicles, and Magnus Chase.

Chapter 11: Strife

Hyun PoV

I woke up from my sleep, and I saw my hair in a mess in the mirror. I look at my mirror and see a reflection of myself. I took my hairbrush and brushed my long black hair. Messy hair is so annoying, but luckily I know how to use the brush. Once that is done, I put on toothpaste from my mouth and brush it for 2 minutes. I had to spit out the toothpaste outside my tent, camping sucks. I can't wait to be done with this quest and Ben this potion. I was lucky that Reyna and Chika didn't try to kill him as a werewolf or else he would have never been cured.

I look in the mirror to admire my good looks with my charming green eyes and my long well-toned legs that make the boys drool. I also like how my breasts are developed; with it being c cup and firm. I found a cute violet frilly skirt that stops at my midthigh and a dark pink top, which I decided to put on. I admit, that I like to admire myself, maybe that's why it takes a while to get ready. I grab the blasted magical sonar radar from my pouch that I got from Alabaster, and I cast the location spell on it to locate Eris and Enyo. Eris and Enyo will be tough to deal with, but I do think we can get the job done if Chika can control Gaia. Don’t let floral dresses and her doe-like eyes fool you, she is very dangerous. Possibly the most dangerous child of Demeter, luckily, she’s a bit inexperienced, so she won’t get in my way.

As I walked out of my tent, Chika and Reyna were waiting for me. I see Chika with a hairband, a green top, and shorts. She has short raven-colored hair, eyes that are the color of tree bark, soft smooth lips that don't show any signs of dryness, an athletic figure with a decent amount of muscles all over her body, and a similar height to me. Reyna is wearing a purple shirt that says 'SPQR' and jeans. Reyna is a gorgeous woman with bronze skin, long glossy hair that is tied in a perfect braid, a face that can be sculpted in a statue, eyes that are as dark as ink, muscular arms that show the SPQR tattoo that we got from camp, and she is an inch taller than Chika and me. I'm not going to lie, both Chika and Reyna are gorgeous in their way.

"You ready to find Eris and Enyo? "Reyna asks with her arms crossed. Reyna needs to relax and take a long vacation. I can tell that Reyna has some dark circles around her eyes and she looks wearily and a bit unsure of herself. This is the first time I see Reyna being exhausted, I always thought she was perfect. I guess fighting your mother will take a toll on your mental health.

“Yeah, I just did the location spell on the sonar. Now, Chika will Gaea bring out Limos, Oizys, and Moros when the time comes?” I asked her, and Chika took a short breath.

"Yes, I did explain yesterday that Gaia blackmailed them to help us," Chika says in a tired tone, damn it seems both Chika and Reyna didn't sleep well. Eris and Enyo will take advantage of their exhaustion.

I look at the sonar and the dark red and purple dots are right near our location. It's like Eris and Enyo are tracking us. Suddenly Chika starts puking golden dust from her mouth. Reyna looks concerned for Chika while she is puking dust. I'm even shocked that you can puke up dust instead of vomit. Suddenly the huge golden dust that Chika puked up changes into three humanoid forms: one becomes the skinny old lady, the second becomes the scarlet-haired woman, and the last one becomes the pale-haired man with a black shirt that says 'Doom'.

"That was horrible, I'm glad we are out of the blasted demigod's body. Eris will have to pay for given false promises for ultimate destruction." The elderly skinny woman shouted in a loud voice.

"I agree niece, your mother will pay but we have no choice but to those demigod brats, or else the Earth will consume us," The scarlet-hair woman says as she smooths out the golden dust from her black dress.

"I sense our dear sister's presence nearby and her partner as well." Moros looks around the sky and his head moving twisting in 360 degrees like an owl. The three gods run in one direction to the forest. How rude, they didn't wait for us so we had to chase after them. This quest is annoying because now we are chasing gods. As we followed them to an isolated area of the forest, I heard a chuckle and a whistle. It still feels like last night even though the sky is blue and sunny, the sunlight highlights the leaves' colors, and the air is all chilly and windy. A vulture landed at a log and I swear it looked at us like prey when the vulture did a cruel smirk.

"Welcome dear Demigods, and of course dear siblings and daughter, "The vulture says in a malicious tone, and suddenly the vulture is changing into a woman with black wings, a leather jacket, black jeans with holes, a basic red t-shirt, and the woman wears a similar mischievous smirk that Ben wears whenever he pranks the bullies. There is no doubt about it, this woman is Eris, Goddess of Discord.

“You like my entrance. Btw Daughter of Bellona, your mother in Greek form is waiting for you at the area next to me." Eris points northwest of the forest and Reyna just follows where Eris is pointing it without consulting Chika and I. Chika tries to run after Reyna but Eris steps in front of Chika and pushes her down.

"This is a showdown between mother and daughter. Enyo is feeling sentimental today and she just wants to spend some quality time with her daughter, even though she is a daughter of her Roman counterpart, Bellona. It is hard to keep track of split identities and their brood. I'm glad that you are not in our dear aunt's belly anymore Oizys, Moros, and Limo" Eris says in a sickening childish tone.

“Eat Shit Eris, you promise us that we could cause havoc without the interference of the Olympians, and you didn’t warm us about the Earth Mother.” The scarlet-haired woman, Oizys, angrily pointed her stygian-iron blade at Eris.

“Oh Please Oizys, you didn't ask and even if I did mention our aunt, you would still want to follow my plan anyway. So can you be a good little girl and shut up like a pamper little doll." Eris says mocking her while she shakes her butt and dances like a lunatic. This goddess is probably on crack or she's just an immortal bitch, how is Ben related to her?

“It’s really easy Daughter of Trivia, my precious boy takes after his sweet momma. My Roman form, Discordia decides to take over and put a baby in her tum-tum. I'm pretty sure you lot know how a woman can get pregnant." Eris chuckles and dances around like she's in la-la land.

"Mother, can you stop embarrassing me? I'm your daughter and yet I'm more mature than you." The elderly goddess, Limos, moves her head down and sighs.

"Never," Eris says defiantly like a middle-schooler. Why do we have to be stuck with the most childish goddess in existence? Moros is just sitting there and watching Eris making a fool of herself. Oizys decides to attack Eris with her sword and Eris has been dodging all her strikes. I got out my bow and started shooting poison arrows around Eris while she was busy fighting Oizys. Eris manipulated the shadows around the area to destroy all of my arrows and then tied Oizys with the shadows like a rope.

"One dumb sister down and two demigods to go. Moros and Limos you are welcome to fight because I need entertainment." Eris chuckles and is proud of her tying up Oizys.

Limos decides to destroy the trees with a flip of her waist and decides to claw at her mother like a madwoman. Eris is just laughing and dodging like it was all a game to her. Eris is just distracting us this whole time, she not taking us seriously. Reyna is the one in real danger and we must figure out a way to defeat Eris. Chika gets out her scythe from her pouch and she helps Limos with attacking Eris. Both Limos and Chika coordinate their attacks, Limos keeps Eris on the defense by attacking her from a frontal position while Chika attacks her on the sides. They managed to do some damage but Eris just continued laughing like a mad woman.

"Enough of this sister, this whole scheme of yours is dumb. I thought that we would have a fun time, but this whole situation is just boring. I will end you quickly. Daughter of Demeter and Daughter of Trivia, you must find a way to bind her while I will fight her." Moros says in a low, bored tone while he prepares his sword and begins attacking her. He manages to stab Eris at her legs and Eris shouts in pain.

"You Bastard, you stab my legs. I am so telling Mother and Father. AHHHH FUCKKKK!!!!!" Eris kept on grunting in pain and swearing every cuss word in existence. Now is our shot to defeat her, we can do this. Chika and I nod to each other as we silently plan to defeat this infuriating goddess. I chanted in Latin to summon a huge magical fireball while Chika touched the ground to make all the grass and roots grow around Eris.

"WAIT Daughter of Demeter, did you know that you have been working with a traitor this whole time," Eris shouted, and suddenly the roots and grass were consumed by Eris's shadows.

"What are you talking about Eris?" Chika asks in uncertainty. Damn it Chika not now, Eris could expose my past to her right now. I still concentrated on the fireballs, and I launched them toward Eris, but then her shadow traveled away from the attack and was now in front of Chika.

"Your pal, the one that tries to shoot a fireball at me, was once part of the Titan Army. Ironically, Camp Jupiter's idol has been a secret traitor this whole time. Many boys and girls fell for her while she had been carrying assignments for the Titan Army for years. Tell me, Daughter of Demeter, what makes you think that she hasn't planned on killing you once this quest is over." Eris walks predatory towards Chika while she is stunned by the news. Moros and Limos try to attack Eris one more time, but she dodges their attacks by jumping over them.

“It’s true demigod, go ahead and ask your friend over there” Eris points towards me. This goddess exposes my past towards Chika, I can’t turn back now. I will need to figure out a way to shut Eris up and just lie about it. I don’t want to fight Chika and Reyna

"Hyun….Is this true?" Chika asks with a stutter and her eyes tearing up. Eris just laughs manically and just starts walking away from the scenery. Limos and Moros just stopped attacking Eris and removed the shadow bounds of Oizys.

“Took you guys long enough to free me from Eris binding. So are we still helping the brats?” Oizys asked in confusion.

"Eris is not doing anything anymore; she just dragged us along just to screw with some demigods. What a letdown! We fulfill our oaths for the Earth Mother, and now we can travel back to help Mother recover. You had your fun Eris, now let’s leave.” Moros says agitated. Wow!!!!! Those three gods that Gaia got to help us are just so useless.

"Yes, Yes, Yes we should probably go back to the Mansion Of Night, I can feel Father calling us over now. I was having with those little girls. Come, siblings and daughter, we must attend to Darkness's needs." Eris walks with her hand in her pockets while the other three deities follow her.

"Wait aren't you going to help us fight Eris like you promised to Gaia?" I ask Moros, Limos, and Oizys as they continue to walk together with Eris.

"Didn't you hear what I just said demigod, you already fulfill our obligations to the Earth Mother? Eris is done making trouble for you lot, you should be grateful that we don't kill you girls for where you stand. You should focus on the Daughter of Demeter." Moros points at Chika still shell-shocked from the revelation of my post. Moros, Oizys, Eris, and Limos begin to shadow travel away.

"COME BACK YOU COWARDS!!!!!!!!" I shouted and I fired arrows like crazy, but those four gods were gone.

“Damn it Chika, we could have beat Eris if you had just focused on trapping her. Instead, you just stand there, letting Eris get in your head with her lies.”I shouted at her.

Chika gives me a frosty glare and I feel the ground freeze up and the temperature going down.

“You still haven’t answered my question. Is it true that you murder campers for the Titan Army?" Chika says coldly and holds her scythe ready to attack me.

“Why do you care so much? You weren’t even there during the conflict. You were busy having a cozy life.” I say in frustration while I prepare my bow at her. Chika is becoming a problem now. That stupid goddess, Eris, must ruin everything. Damn it, Chika and I could have been friends. I can feel the grass and some branches rotting away while Chika's pupils are becoming green like yesterday when she goes all crazy and munchs on Oizys, Moros, and Limos. I don't think I'm talking to Chika, I think Gaia is processing now at this moment. I must deal with Chika quickly so that I can give this potion to Ben.

“You didn’t deny killing campers at all, so Eris must be right after all. I have been friends with a murderer the whole time. Reyna and I trusted you and treated you like our friend. I will end you and I will let Reyna know that you have killed her friends.” Chika said and she ran up to me, preparing to strike me down while I dropped my bow and I grabbed my secret knife that I had hidden during the quest. This knife is dosed with lethal toxins that can destroy the immune system of a monster. I have no choice but to fight her, I must win for Ben’s sake.

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