#[looking at these two ships next to each other is giving me whiplash]
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Clash of Champions | LH44 , MV1
Act 1. Part 2 : When all had fallen
Ships : Lewis Hamilton x Engineer! Reader , Max Verstappen x Engineer! Reader
Genre : Drama , Angst , Romance
Warnings : Morally Grey Characters
Summary : The rivalry between the titans of Formula 1 go off track and only one will reign victorious.
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You remember 2015 as if it was tattooed to your brain. This was the year when cracks had started to appear in the Mercedes motorhome.
From an outsider’s perspective, it was all victories and celebrations — through what appears to be years of dominance ahead. However, destruction and chaos loomed between the walls of the 2 garages. The dispute between the drivers is growing gnarly and what was supposed to be kept on track was seeping into the personal lives of the people involved.
Lewis and Nico were ready to slit each other’s throats when given the permission and command. Moreover, the management did not give a damn about the rapidly growing hostility, for as long as one of them won . No, Mercedes didn’t care. And you saw how it affected not only the drivers , but the entire pit.
A person cannot forget a lifetime’s worth of friendship that easily. You saw it with your own two eyes , how the loss of friendship killed a part of Lewis and all you could do was sit there and pull him close into your embrace.
Paranoia had started to claw its way into Lewis’ mind; wondering if his teammate and Mercedes were teaming up against him.
You could do nothing to help, because you were going through the same exact thing. Not as Lewis’ partner, but as his race engineer. You cannot lie to yourself, and most importantly you cannot lie to Lewis and say that no dirty cards were drawn — because you know for a fact that several team calls were given without your knowledge or permission that had led to losses and misjudgments. You cannot deny foul play … not when Monaco 2015 happened.
“Lewis, you have a 21-second gap on Rosberg. Tires are good, keep that pace” You radioed towards Lewis as you monitored the data on the car.
“Copy, what lap are we? “ Lewis radioed back
“Lap 64, Lap 64 of 78. Keep your head down, A race win is projected, I repeat, a race win is a project— RED FLAG, RED FLAG! ” Just as you were talking, the signal for a red flag had lit and you and your team were informed of a crash.
Quickly gathering the information, you rallied it towards Lewis.
“Slow the car down, Red Flag, Red Flag. A safety car is deployed. Lewis , lay low and keep those tyres warm” You mentally cursed as what appeared to be a 21-second advantage for Lewis was no longer there.
“What happened?” Lewis questioned
“Verstappen and Grosjean touched on turn 1. Verstappen is out. “ You echoed
“Fuck! My pace was good. Are they ok though? Who was at fault?”
“I will get back on that, the stewards are now discussing” you replied.
Your eyes were focused on the data that was on your screen when suddenly at the corner of your eye you saw an engineer discretely say something to Bonno.
A look of apprehension clouded his features. And he sent you a look of remorse as he pressed what seems to be your mic connection to Lewis’ car. Horror ate your entire being as you realized what was about to happen.
Before you could do anything else, Bonno had radioed to Lewis.
“BOX, BOX “
Your world froze entirely, as absolute terror gave you whiplash. Rage consumed you and you stood from your chair not caring for the mess you’re making as you made your way towards Bonno and gripping his polo forcefully towards your height.
“HOW FUCKING DARE YOU!” You screamed at Him, now the other engineers tried to hold you back — but not before you could land a solid punch at him. Fuck HR, they could fire you for all you care.
You once again tried to claw at him, when you heard the confused voice of Lewis in your abandoned earphones.
Elbowing your way out of their grip, you placed the headset back on your head and reconnected to Lewis.
“ Y/N? Why did they tell me to box? Where were you? “ Lewis’ voice held so much confusion and doubt that it broke your heart.
“Lew, I - “
“ Y/N you said my tires were good. Why was told to box? Why am I boxing? “ Lewis countered before you could even answer.
You knew that Lewis had just lost his win. And you felt like it was somehow your fault.
“Lew … I'm sorry”
And just like that, Nico Rosberg had won the Grand Prix. While you lost the trust in every person in your motorhome and you gained contempt back.
After that incident, you had developed severe mistrust and it has led to nightmares and unhealthy amounts of alcohol. And only Lewis could break your cycle.
It was truly you and Lewis against everything. Or that was what you thought. Because , you didn’t know that Lewis has been fed false information about what happened, where everything was pinned on you.
Without your knowledge, Lewis’ trust in you had also formed a crack and doubt had nested itself in his heart.
No matter how coarse and dreadful , life still ensues and you are forced to move on — and continue with your life. Lewis had won another world championship.
It cant be denied that the prestige and glamour that the title brought has broadened opportunities for Lewis . Yet ,no one can argue that this has also broadened the target behind Lewis’ back.
And it had shown during 2016, Nico Rosberg was adamant about winning and he had done everything in his power to achieve his goal.
And painstakingly, Nico had won the title. Then not long after he announced his retirement.
Nico Rosberg has left Mercedes … and what did this mean for Lewis? Admittedly you were relieved by Nico’s exit; this meant the tension in the motorhome had been dissipated. You were no longer worried that the 2 Merc drivers were going to kill each other on track.
This meant, that you and Lewis could finally figure out what was between the two of you. You two could finally grow and develop your relationship. A relationship that wasn’t surrounded by anxiety and work . You could finally re-approach the promise that Lewis swore to you a year before.
He promised that he would rectify the contracts so that we didn’t need to stay in the shadows.
However, time continues to pass, days become weeks weeks become months and months become years.
It was now 2020, Lewis was experiencing what the title of Formula 1 Champion brought. He won another championship. And Lewis was living the life! And you had your moments too. You could proudly say that you are now a well sought after race engineer — with Race teams serving job offers left and right. But you have always declined , even if you so badly wanted to leave Mercedes… because you stayed where Lewis was.
4 years had passed, but you were still at the very beginning. You still waited for Lewis to make do his promise.
But as you gazed at him looking so alive and carefree as girls littered at his side while the music blasted in the bar.
The music was deafening,yet all you could hear was the pounding of your heart, as you felt the vile rush up to your mouth at the sight of your boyfriend holding another woman. And you could do nothing because to the world you were just his race engineer. Even after everything you sacrificed, you still cannot claim and shout to the world that Lewis Hamilton was yours.
Tears had started to drop from your eyes. As you felt the warm liquid run down your face , you felt a soft material in your hand. Looking down it was a handkerchief.
“ Pretty race engineers shouldn’t cry” A cold voice caught your attention, as you looked up to Blue cerulean eyes.
“Hi, We haven’t formally met. I’m Max” A smile graced his features, softening his usually cold appearance
“I don’t think we have. Well then, Hi Max! My name is Y/N. It is so nice to meet you”
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For your consideration: ship of your choice pretends to be dating for April Fools Day. Shenanigans ensue
Oh, but this would be a perfect bit for so many ships. My first thought jumps to Steddie, as always, my beloveds, but also... Robin and Carol, in a modern au where they're both big online, like;
At first, the plan is to do something big to dispell the rumors that they hate each other. They're not close, but it's not hate. Irritation, maybe, but that's mostly because Robin is protective of Steve and doesn't like how she or Tommy talk about him.
But Carol would keep trying to up the ante when they're going over ideas. She thinks, because it's april fools, they should do something that would break the fans brains. Something that would be shocking, something that no one would expect...
No one would expect them to get engaged.
Robin would be hesitant to the idea, but it's hard to think of any excuse not to when Steve is also into the idea and encouraging Robin to do it.
He thinks it'd be funny and the perfect opportunity for her and Carol to reconcile. He's already used the planning as an excuse to talk with Carol and fix their previous issues.
So, Robin agrees.
She's the one that plants the first seed, a month before April.
It's supposed to be a fully censored moment, even pretending to joke about how "that needs to be cut out!"
But enough is left visible and audible for people to figure out that she's talking about wanting to get married. With the rest of the conversation, people start to speculate that she's been secretly dating someone for a while.
One person figures out that it's fake, that it's building up to April fools, but they also assume that the punchline is going to be Robin marrying Steve.
("We should have thought of that!" Steve would complain. "That'd be so funny and we could actually do it- for the tax benefits, you know?")
Carol plants the next, and final, hint a week before April fools. It's one of their big group videos, where she jokes about how funny it would be to announce a very real relationship on April fools day.
Robin and Steve, placed specifically close enough in the background to be visible, look to each other like it gave them a genius idea or revelation.
When April first finally arrives, Robin and Carol post pictures of their "engagement".
There was quite a few pictures they staged;
The one Carol posts is of the actual 'engagement', with Robin down on one knee whilst Carol acts shocked, thanking Jonathan on the caption for getting such a perfect picture.
Robin posts about the 'celebration'. She thanks Steve in her caption for helping her plan the perfect engagement and being there for her every step of the way.
And that is supposed to be it. They make their posts, then they never speak about it again.
"We should go out," Carol suggests, out of nowhere. "Have a picnic or something."
"What? Is that a good idea?"
"It'll be fun and make the fans go even crazier! Come on, live a little."
Robin looks to Steve who shrugs, looking as lost as she feels.
"Alright, sure, let's have a picnic."
Turns out, Carol had already packed a picnic basket. The park isn't too far either. It almost gives Robin whiplash with how fast they went from 'silly online prank' to a dangerously real feeling 'date'.
They're only approached by two fans who are, thankfully, respectful and quickly leave them to their 'date' once they have their photos.
But, by the end, Robin is feeling the queasy feeling of regret bubbling up.
She wishes it was a real date.
"This is it for the prank," Carol says as soon as they step back inside. "Agreed?"
"Right, yeah, whatever."
"Great, that's settled."
She steps in front of Robin when she starts to head back to her desk.
"I need to-"
"Go out with me. Tomorrow."
"Wh- the prank is over, Carol."
"Exactly." She takes half a step closer, reaching out to skim her fingertips along Robins arm. "Go out with me tomorrow."
Robin laughs, feeling breathless. "That- yeah, alright. Yes, tomorrow, a date."
"Don't stress," Carol smirks, giving her a slow look up and down. "We're already engaged, how hard can a second date be?"
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TF Rare Pairing Fest Day 1: Underworld
And I'm back at it with @tfrarepairing 's TF Rare Pairing Fest! And in this past year, I've seen Beast Wars and fell in love with it. This fic might not technically fit the fest's rules, but this idea hit me like a train and I had to write it. Based on the myth of Orpheus & Eurydice, I hope to write a longer, more fleshed out version later on.
Ship: Dinobot/Rattrap
Also on: [AO3] [FFN]
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It was a long shot, but frankly, Rattrap had nothing to lose at this point.
After the team returned to Cybertron and were properly processed - not praised for dealing with the Preds or punished for losing so many of the crew, which was probably the best outcome they could hope for, since the Council didn’t really believe their story of saving the timeline from being erased - Rattrap tried to go back to his old life. He hopped from mine to mine as a demolitions expert, he hit the bars and the armor-optional clubs, he even started something with a botanist returning from her own exploration mission (a successful one, unlike the Axalon’s), though it didn’t last long. He kept in contact with the rest of the crew - Cheetor back in classes, Primal and Rhinox out on another distant colony, Silverbolt and Blackarachnia doing the newlywed thing. They were all doing well for themselves.
But no matter what he did, he could not get Dinobot out of his processor.
He didn’t know why the stinking Pred kept popping into his datatracks, but it seemed no matter how often he shut them down, memories or random thoughts would pop up.
He’d be making a parts order and start to make a comment about the price of ammonium nitrate, only to realize Dinobot wouldn’t be able to give a snide reply.
He’d walk through a market and spot a stand selling Earth junk, and wander over to look for any Shakespeare files, then walk away empty handed when he remembered Dinobot wouldn’t be able to read it.
He’d spend a night with Botanica, smooth curves and many hands and soft nothings, and then dream about sharp claws and pointed teeth and caustic commands. There was a reason their thing didn’t last long.
He didn’t know why he missed the big lizard. They didn’t even know each other for that long, especially by their race’s standards, and their thing - their relationship, there he admitted it - was even shorter. Then the noble idiot went and got himself killed, saving the future, and there hadn’t even been time for a proper goodbye (not around the others, even if they’d known or guessed) and he was gone.
Then there had been the core, that shining hope to get him back. And it worked, for a moment, and Rattrap could hold and kiss the mech he loved, even in that weird boney body Megatron had crafted. And then, just as fast, he was gone again, and all Rattrap had was honoring his sacrifices by stopping Megatron.
Then that was done, and no matter what he did, he couldn’t heal the ache in his spark.
He never would have hit on this stupid, insane idea if not for a mech he met at a bar. The mech who sat next to him - Mindwipe, he’d called himself - started speaking of auras and seances, and three Mood Whiplashs in, Rattrap agreed to try one, certain nothing would come of it.
But no, he heard it, felt it, smelt it. Dinobot - the real him, not the two-bit knockoff - was in that room, for that short time. He called him a sentimental fool and Rattrap called him an emotionally constipated lizard, and it was almost like old times. Then the seance ended and he was gone, and Rattrap had to know how to get him back.
Mindwipe didn’t have a solution in his subspace, but he did share the stories he’d heard. Mechs who wandered down to the core of Cybertron and met with Primus, and if he found their wish true, it would be granted. Old legends, older than the Great War, but it was enough of a scrap to hold onto.
And so, Rattrap returned to Cybertron. He gathered supplies, and left some messages for the others. If he wasn’t back in a month to cancel them, they’d know where he’d gone and what he’d done. Then he found a closed off passage to the first sublevel of Cybertron, and down he went.
It was a dangerous journey, with collapsing caverns, space slugs, mutant cybertronians, and he swore he hadn’t had this many near-death experiences even on Earth. He was filthy, hungry after losing half his supplies to a stampede of slugs, and almost losing hope, when he literally fell into what he was looking for.
The wall he had leaned against for a rest collapsed, and the sudden brightness as he tumbled out blinded him for a few minutes. Once he finally cleared his vision, however, he just knew he was in the right place.
The walls were brightly lit, almost gleaming silver, and ahead was a door, twice the size of an Autobot, making Rattrap feel simply miniscule. Etchings covered it, most in Old Cybertronian that he had no hope of reading, but also images. An old bot with a long beard, a weird looking key, and in the center, Optimus Prime holding the Matrix of Leadership.
Newly energized, Rattrap pushed himself to his feet and ran for the doors. He expected needing to pull them open, but once he got within a few feet of them, they opened on their own. He channeled his inner rat and squeezed through as soon as he could get his shoulders through, and found himself staring up at something he had only heard legends of.
In the silver chamber, Vector Sigma was a bright, gleaming gold, light shining and reflecting off its many facets. The voice of Primus, some said, and the progenitor of all Cybertronian sparks, said others. Right now, it was his ticket to getting Dinobot back.
He called out for Primus, and got the old bot from the door etching. He asked Rattrap why Dinobot should be brought back, and he poured his spark out. How it wasn’t fair that Dinobot wouldn’t get to enjoy the future he had saved. That there wasn’t a more honorable Maximal or Predacon out there. That Rattrap loved him, and he wouldn’t be leaving without him.
The old bot turned to Vector Sigma, and had a silent conversation for several minutes, before raising his hands. A purple flash, and a spark hovered in them. He told Rattrap that a path to the surface would be formed for him, and Dinobot’s spark would follow. If Rattrap could reach the surface without looking back, then Dinobot would be restored his frame. If Rattrap looked back, however, Dinobot would remain in the Well of AllSparks.
Rattrap accepted, changing to beast mode, and taking off like a shot once the doors opened. The hall outside was lit up, a line of blue lights guiding his path upward. He went as fast as he could, and as he went he spoke to Dinobot. Told him about what happened after his death, how they had to save the timestream, Blackarachnia joining the team, the deal with the clone (and several self-aware jokes of Megatron not being able to let Dinobot go). Depth Charge and Tigerhawk, and Megatron becoming a dragon, and the whole deal with the Nemesis. Returning home and trying to move on.
As he spoke, he almost thought he could hear Dinobot’s commentary, scathing, caustic, sarcastic, but also honest and almost embarrassed at times when Rattrap brought up missing him. But as he got closer to the surface, he started to wonder, and doubt. What if this was just some trick? What if Dinobot’s responses were all in his head, created by a spark full of hope? How did he know…
He slowed to a stop, he couldn’t look over his shoulders in beast mode. He transformed, catching himself on the wall as his low energon levels made themselves known again. He rubbed his head, and started to turn-
You foolish rodent! The exit is just ahead!
Rattrap’s head snapped ahead, and yes, the lights led to an open door, almost shining with light, and he grinned. He tried to run ahead, but stumbled, so he just walked, leaning on the wall the whole way. Impossibly, that last little stretch seemed to take longer than any of the rest of the journey, and when he finally reached the exit, and pushed himself off the jam, he collapsed face-first to the ground. He couldn’t even pick himself up, or push himself onto his arms.
Luckily, someone else was able to do so, and he looked up into the face he’d been dreaming of. Dinobot had a scowl, but Rattrap knew this one. This was the “you’re an idiot, but your my idiot” scowl.
“I don’t know whether to call you insane or idiotic.”
Rattrap smiled, and managed to reach a hand into Dinobot’s arm. “How about you just call me yours, and we call it good.”
Dinobot rolled his optics, but his scowl softened to a smile, and when he lifted Rattrap into his arms, he didn’t stop him from pulling him into a kiss. The first kiss of the rest of their lives.
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RANDOM THOUGHTS: Two Worlds ep. 1
This is technically my second watch. However, since I wanted to make posts about my random thoughts on each episode of this series, I decided to start over. So, here are my random thoughts on this first episode:
The logo for the series is really pretty with the red and blue creating that infinity symbol.
I always appreciate some fantasy/supernatural aspects. It was actually one of the reasons I wanted to watch this series, along with Max and Nat being in it.
Khram will always have a special place in my heart for the sole reason that he’s an artist. Yes, I’m biased like that.
Khram being more interested in painting than that girl talking is so me.
That girl getting pissy for Khram being more interested in painting shows they’re not a good match. I don’t care that they haven’t seen each other for two weeks. Painting is clearly his thing. She could take a seat next to him and watch him paint. How fascinating wouldn’t that be?
I love that Khram’s dad is an artist as well.
Naked Phupha. 5 minutes into the series, and we’ve already gotten some bare ass.
Khram referring to past Phupha: “That little brat?” I wonder how small Phupha was when they met as kids. Either way, he’s really grown up, hasn’t he?
I love feisty Khram. Nat always has a knack for playing feisty.
I also love the pretty nature shots.
The first time I watched this episode, I thought that the man sleeping against the tree was Phupha. But it turned out to be Thai.
A person who appreciates art will always have a special place in my heart.
Phupha looks so gorgeous in blue, btw.
That hug from Khram, after Phupha practically said he was lonely, was so sweet.
Phupha literally said: “Draw me like one of your French girls.” At least that’s what I heard.
Shirtless Phupha.
Practically naked Phupha.
The way they’re looking at each other…
Fucking mosquitos. Ruining that moment is illegal.
However, we did get Khram rubbing repellant on Phupha’s body. So, I might forgive the mosquitos.
Okay, to be a bit more serious… Why is Phupha bringing up the legend about the “portal” in this scene? Is it because he knows it’s true? Is it because he knows what’s going to happen? Or is it just a foreshadowing of Khram entering the other world because of Phupha?
That kiss!
I love the chemistry between Khram and Phupha. Their openness and vulnerability with each other… Beautiful.
(Btw, I don’t care about shipping culture, so I don’t mind actors changing “partners”. And in this particular case, I’m really enjoying Gun and Nat together.)
The way Khram is lying there on his bed, thinking back to the kiss, while smiling is so cute.
Phupha: “I’m most myself when I’m with you.” He’s falling hard, isn’t he? And, even better, it’s reciprocated.
These boys are making me emotional (I’m partially blaming my current migraine for this).
Phupha giving Khram that necklace is pretty much the same as giving him an engagement ring (at least in my mind).
How can these two be so hot, funny, and cute at the same time? I’m getting whiplash here.
Props to the girl who broke her engagement (or soon-to-be engagement) with Khram after learning he’s in love with Phupha. However, considering this is a BL, I have a bad feeling it won’t be that simple. I’ve seen too many BLs where female characters have been reduced to evil and desperate wreckers to believe this is the end of her and Khram. I hope I’m wrong about this.
I’m sorry, but Max is hot as a baddie.
Hey, Jao, don’t you point that fucking gun at Khram!
Honestly, I don’t think Phupha’s dad would raise him and take care of him all these years only to kill him as soon as the truth of Phupha’s real dad came out. And if he was behind Phupha’s death, there has to be some other reason for it, right?
This was a good start to the series. I’m already enjoying the chemistry between Khram and Phupha, Max being a baddie, and the beautiful nature shots.
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locker room desecration
(alternate title, “Playing Like Queers”)
It was expected that they would be mean to each other on the court, fucking in the locker room though? That part was new
Ship: Harringrove
tags: anal sex, enemies to enemies with benefits, literally no plot, shower sex (technically, its not on but they’re in it), hatesex (kinda, at the start), dubious consent? (they’re definitely both into it though)
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The teasing during basketball was expected, even anticipated.
"That all you've got?" Steve said, his planted heels the only thing preventing the blond from knocking over. He was sweating through his shirt, having been playing for over an hour, but he barely noticed.
"You'll see what I got when you stop shooting like a fuckin' queer!" Billy replied, shouldering past him and making a goal. His skin was warm, and shimmering, but he was completely in his element.
They'd been going back and forth all period, their sides were neck and neck.
Steve stole the ball, laughing as he ran to the other side of the court, "Of course you'd know best how a queer plays!"
Right as he managed to score, the bell rang, declaring Steve's team the winner. Billy had been right on his tail making across the court, and when he realised what had happened, he shoved Steve. This time the older boy wasn't expecting it and was knocked to the floor, barely avoiding knocking his teeth out. "Asshole."
"The fuck did you just say?"
Steve pushed him up and turned around, practically nose to nose with the bully, "I called you an asshole. Could you not hear me through all that stupid hair?"
They both paused, glaring daggers across the inch between them. Billy was a couple inches taller, but Steve's anger more than made up for it, his hands curling into fists.
Quickly, their coach ran over, placing a hand on each of their chests, "all right, all right, hit the showers!"
Billy made a face, like he wanted to say something else before walking off towards the locker room. Steve followed close behind, noticing there were already a lot of boys leaving.
Thanks to their argument, they were the last two into the room, and were completely alone.
"Just for the record, your team had no chance." Steve said haughtily while taking his shirt off. He was thin but all lean muscle.
"Oh says King Steve the has been." Billy rolled his eyes as he stepped into the nearest shower, of which there weren't very many.
Steve slammed his hand on the locker next to his, "I told you to stop calling me that stupid name!"
"Whatcha gonna do about it?" Billy leant against the wall, projecting the perfect air of uncaring. Underneath that though? He was itching for a fight, his hands already twitching towards fists, he enjoyed fighting almost as much as fucking, so long as he won.
Steve, now ready for the shower himself, without thinking, stormed towards the blond, his forearm firm across the older boy's chest. "I don't think you wanna find out."
"And what if I do?
"You wanna get punched?"
Billy's eyes drifted towards his lips, red with anger, before trailing down the boy's form. "Are you fucking hard right now?"
In an instant they were flipped, the air was knocked out of Steve as his back hit the wall hard, and Billy wasn't exactly wrong, all the adrenaline and nakedness had hit his system and he was already halfway hard.
His demeanour changed fast enough to give Billy whiplash, from angry and violent to nearly terrified and blushing pink, "shut up and listen, I can explain!"
"Oh explain that I was right? That king Steve is a fucking queer?" Billy laughed, his forearm starting to press harder on the brunet’s throat. Steve's hands came up, scrambling to try and free himself
"I came in here itching for a fight but honestly, this is way more interesting." He reached down, grabbing Steve's dick at the base. "Here's what's gonna happen. You're gonna get on your knees, and I'm gonna fuck that dumb looking mouth of yours."
"Fuck you!" Steve croaked out, hoping Billy wouldn't notice his dick twitching and getting harder at the idea.
Billy's hand came back up just to slap him. He was nearly shouting when he continued,"I wasn't fucking finished!" He leaned in to speak right against his ear, the change scaring Steve but not making him any less hard.
"I'm gonna fuck your stupid mouth and if you're lucky, you'll get to swallow. If you aren't I'll fuck your ass right here where anyone who walks in can see who's really in charge at this school." He slapped Steve across the face again. "Understood?"
Steve hesitated, not wanting to admit how much he wanted to be unlucky. "Fuck off."
"I don't give a shit." He finally released Steve's throat and shoved him to the floor, not caring how hard his knees hit the tile. Here Steve noticed for the first time that Billy was hard as a rock, and big, suddenly Steve felt scared again. "Open up. And if you bite me, I will fucking kill you." Steve had a feeling that that specific threat wasn't empty, so reluctantly he opened his mouth, trying to remember how it felt the few times a girl had done this for him.
Soon the blond’s dick was in his mouth, the skin was soft, although it tasted a bit like sweat, it wasn't totally unpleasant. He barely had a chance to get used to it before it was shoved to the back of his throat, much farther than he was able to take. He gagged, and Billy pulled it only a couple inches out before pushing back in brutally. The boy groaned, grabbing the brunet’s hair and starting a merciless pace.
Steve couldn't quite figure out how to breathe between strokes, occasionally gasping around the tip as tears pricked at his eyes and he gagged loud enough for Billy to hear.
"You fucking like this? You like getting facefucked like a whore? You're damn good for it, not mouthing off anymore." Once he started talking he couldn't stop, even as he leaned forwards to rest his head against the wall, "God your mouth is so fucking warm, can't believe I didn't do this sooner."
Steve couldn't help but look up at him, and as their eyes met he was the perfect image of debauchery. His eyes were teary, his hair was a mess from Billy's hands, his lips and cheeks were red from the abuse and his blushing, and the whole lower half of his face was sticky with spit.
Billy finally pulled out, causing Steve to gasp for air. "Fucking answer me. Do you like being a whore?" He gripped the base of his cock tightly as he smeared a mixture of precum and spit across Steve's cheeks.
Steve's voice was rough and rasping, his throat clearly sore, "go to hell!" It was clear he didn't mean it, as the lust came through in his voice and his dick left a mess of its own on his stomach.
Billy laughed, hauling him up by his hair while turning him to face the wall and holding him there, "that's too bad, I guess you're just unlucky. If I move to grab something will you stay put?"
"...That depends." Steve admitted that he didn't want this to stop, but he also couldn't help but be a little scared of what Billy wanted to grab.
"Chill out Harrington, I'm getting shit so I don't rip your ass open." Billy rolled his eyes, it was obvious they both wanted this and he was tired of keeping up pretences.
"What do you just carry lube everywhere with you?" Steve laughed as Billy walked away, and he readjusted to stand more comfortably and watch the blond walk to his bag, his hips swinging in a way that was pure sex.
"Yep."
"Well damn, you must be a boyscout, all prepared for this." Steve goaded, and finally got a genuine laugh out of Billy.
"Absolutely not. I used to beat up boyscouts" Billy reminisced almost fondly.
"Why am I not surprised?"
In mere moments, Billy was coming back, a small tube in his hands.
"Shut up and go back to facing the wall before I make you." His voice wasn't particularly malicious, instead being warmed with lust that drove a shiver up Steve's spine, but they both knew it wasn't an empty threat.
Steve paused before grinning, "I'd like to see you try." Billy smirked, grabbing both the boy's hands in a punishing grip and slamming them against the wall above his head.
"Fine, we can do this the hard way. Just know I gave you a chance for it to be different." He smoothly squirted lube onto his fingers before setting the tube on a nearby shelf of soap products. It was still cold when his fingers found their way to Steve's hole. The older boy couldn't help but whimper as the first finger entered him.
"Fucking pathetic, can't even handle one finger." Billy cursed, drawing another whimper from the boy as he started fingering him with the same brutal pace he used on his mouth. He didn't want to actually hurt Steve, but his dick was straining impatiently, so he was adding another finger before the boy was truly ready. Steve gasped, a mis of pain and pleasure as he'd never encountered before. He could admit that he'd always been attracted to girls with a dominant streak, and although he'd never imagined he would end up here, he suddenly wasn't sure how he'd survive without this happening frequently.
Soon enough he had three fingers in him and Steve was clenching and in clenching his hands where they were still in Billy's grip. "Hurry up and fuck me!" He finally admitted he wanted this, his tone bordering on begging.
But, sure enough, it works. The fingers are retreating and drawing a whine out of him, but quickly are being replaced with Billy's cock, slick with more lube. He slams in to the hilt in an instant, unable to help himself.
"Fuck, Steve, how are you this tight?" The blond can't help but moan, fully inside of him and just resting there, letting the boy adjust and praying he wouldn't cum too fast.
After some deep breaths, he reaches his hand around to grab Steve's dick, and then he's fucking him, brutally fast, and it burns but it's also the best thing Steve's ever felt. It can't be more than a few minutes before Steve is moaning out nonsense that may have been intended as a warning that he was close, or it might have simply been Billy's name, they're both too far gone to tell. As he cums, his head dropping backwards onto Billy's shoulder, Billy finally starts to lose his rhythm, both hands grabbing at his hips as he chases his release. He would forever deny it, but when he moaned Steve's name and came inside him, it was the loudest noise either of them had made.
#billy hargrove#steve harrington#stranger things#i know nothing about basketball#smut#stranger things smut#steve harrington smut#billy hargroves smut#I wrote that!
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guess fucking what? my inbox is so fucking full right now i'm unloading all of this shit in one post.
For the 11th gotham memes: gothamites react to bruce being jacked in a tiktok he made with kids, like super yoked, ripped as hell
fucking hilarious thanks. i think i did it in one meme post, but i genuinely don't remember which one
i dunno which of the batfam would do this but one time i was sleeping over at a friends house and ended up on the floor bc the bed was so very small and i just stayed there because the rug was soft
that's a drunk jason move i don't know what to tell you
tim and jason are "i listen to pop punk" solidarity. whenever jason highjacks the batmobile theyll go on long ass car rides blaring mcr and paramore and then never talk about it again
as they should!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
tim: no jason it's my turn using the aux cord i gotta put on my jams
jason: don't you dare put on weird shit
tim: don't worry, you're gonna love this *plays fearless (taylor's version)
hear me out hear me out,
red hood stans 🤝 nightwing stans
t h i g h s
holy shit yes.
SNL au: Bruce breaks character when pretending to superman and says something like "I'm not superman! You've seen his gps!! It's from 2001!!!" @sabeanybabe
superman flies past the snl building the next day just to say 'actually it's from 2005, i'm not a heathen'
does your back hurt from carrying the batfam fandom
it hurts more from the exotic rock collection i keep in my backpack, but thanks for the concern.
I love your posts by why would you always leave the best parts in the tags?
as a treat for the people that check the tags ;) (and also because i'm committed to the short post aesthetic)
somehow your playlist was everything i never knew i needed. i mean it. this is my new favorite playlist.
and don't you dare get a new favourite playlist!
babe ur stoner tim playlist is exactly too perfect, earth is literally blessed by ur existence
babe thanks so much! i love my stoner tim playlist because it's just my usual playlist but people think it's an artistic choice that i put taylor swift and britney spears in there, when it's just what i unironically like listening to
JANDKSKDK BILLY RAY CYRUS ON THE STONER TIM PLAYLIST I LOVE IT IT
again it's not even an ironic choice, i know every single word and i genuinely like the song
The last chapter of Fundamentals of Casework has me crying at work. Thanks I love it @dudelookitsalesbian
oh babe, i'm sorry, but also, not sorry i love chapter 4 so much it's my lovechild with the 'mental illness' tag
soooo....stumbled on your tumblr by some stroke of fate??? read your DC fanfic first. which is PHENOMENAL btw. then found all the batmemes; the funniest thing EVER bc everyone forgets about regular old gothamites. kept scrolling and your blog pops up as recommended. clicked on the ao3 for shits and giggles and waddaya know?!?!? it's YOU!!! you're LEGEND!!!! ever seen that meme? it's a video of a cat that got into a baseball field and the two announcers get really invested in his escape attempt and start giving a play by play of the cat instead of the game. memeable moment: "GREAT stuff from the Cat!!!"
i seriously think about this ask every single day and it's so fucking funny to me that i've never seen the meme you're referencing, but i still find myself going 'GREAT stuff from the Cat!!!' whenever i see something funny. but wow i'm glad you liked this steaming pile of garbage
Fav dc character overall? And fav batfamily character?
don't ask me to pick between the loves of my life, but i can tell you i've cried about every single batfamily member and also wally west (my beloved)
What's your opinion on fans having a problem with batfam being "too big"? And some even claim that batfam is just "Bruce Alfred Dick Damian" and the rest of them are just "friends and allies" (source: reddit) Personally, I like batfam because of this reason but idk
stupid. a family can never be too big. i'm not that big a fan of like huge batfam stuff with everybody from every single universe, because as much as it's funny for bruce to have like 30 kids, it just feels a little too OOC for me.
This is the best tag I've seen involving the batfam, thanks for thinking of it
This is canon now @nctxrejects
lmao yeah i think at that point alfred has had to sit through like at least a dozen coming out talks and just has a pride flag collection in the attic that he pulls out whenever a kid comes out
idk why batfam hits different as compared to any other superhero family
bc it's found family and usually the other superhero families are almost all genetically related in one way or another
I don't know if you watch the umbrella academy but I saw your last post about batcest and saw the similarities. But the thing is (although I think it's weird) in TUA, they addressed it by saying "they were raised as weapons, not siblings" or something along those lines, which is simply not the case with batfam.
yeah i watched tua but i also thought it was ridiculous and they still treated each other as siblings so i didn't like the luthor/allison thing, and am glad they stopped doing that shit bc it fucking sucked.
Hot take: Batcest shippers are the same people who believe adopted siblings are not actual siblings
smoking hot take: batcest shippers are the people who watch 'my sister got stuck in the washing machine' porn
Duke was adopted by Bruce?
not technically no, but do i, tumblr user batarangsoundsdumb, look like i care?
True story but I had to change my freaking name because it used to be "Damien" and most people would go "OH LIKE DAMIAN WAYNE" like please I'm just tryna live
true story, but i don't actually think of damian when i hear the name damian, literally the first thing that pops up is damian darkh like bruh what?
apparently dc comics company supported comic stores by giving out new titles and stuff during the beginning of the pandemic to help them run and I just think that's wholesome
ah yeah that's so fucking cool, still don't like dc, the company, because this world is a capitalist hellhole and we're all owned by warner brothers or disney with no in between.
ayo looking at tumblr head canons and finding out bruce is actually a terrible father is a punch in the gut
lmao yes, in like 50% of comics bruce is a terrible father and it gives me whiplash
oooh I just saw the jason todd vs winter soldier post and the real question is: batman vs iron man
while iron man has like hundreds of cases of armor, batman could throw out an emp and have the guy dropping out of the sky in 2 seconds.
dickfast = fastdick = quickdick = quickie
magnum hot take
hey bata(?) just thought I'd let you know I have copied the obnoxious emoji and Billy Ray post for use on simping men going forth
thank you 😘🌷 (@spacebarsidecar)
why would you do that to your followers???? i get why i did it, but why would you???
what is scarecrow made the nightwing funko pop himself, like those diy-ers that paint over other ones
oh god no, horrible take, horrible take, that's a disgusting thought oh no
I see your HC that Bruce and Oliver fucked and raise you this: Dick and Roy ALSO fucked
yes they did and it was a horrible moment for jason to find out dick has fucked both of his best friends
"at this rate bruce adds like 1 child to his family every decade or so" Duke is introduced in 2013, Damian as Damian, not as an unnamed child, in 2006. And he is already 14 years old, Robins rarely remain Robins after 16 😬 It looks like a new Robin and Batkid will appear in a couple of years
i mean i can't wait? but somebody will probably die first tho, we're due for another major character death. my money's on either cass or duke this time.
BRO you're so right all of your Bruce's ex headcanons are amazing but they aren't ships, that's kinda wild. Like I don't want any peeks into how their relationship was I just want to see everyone make fun of them
lmao YES it's just i love bruce being a slut, like good for him.
I am in love with your posts your honour thank you
omg thanks are we like,, gonna kiss now?
The justice league needs to have a meeting to discuss how many of their members/partners have slept with bruce. Because through a combination of cannon & fannon (if DC wasn’t homophobic) we have AT LEAST:
1) clark
2) lois
3) oliver
4) dinah
5) john
Thats not counting villains or random civilians @dudelookitsalesbian
yes yes yes, they'll have a yearly meeting about how many of their collective exes could be out for revenge and batman's list just keeps getting longer.
tim was like "i'm drake now" and everyone was like ahh so your fursona is a dragon and tim was like pffffft no. ducks.
and what about it?
when steph's fighting livewire and she zaps her with lighting and nothing happens and then they both just. stand there awkwardly for a second and talk. yeah i couldn't stop laughing at that batgirl steph is the BEST
oh yeah that was fucking hilarious and i think it would be so cool and sexy of dc to give steph a little comic series,,, as a treat
Hi I absolutely adore all of yours "Bruce and Oliver very badly pretending they didn't fuck each other" memes
lmao i do too
I need you to know that “Bruce Wayne had frosted tips” is one of my favorite Bruce takes of all time it’s so galaxy brained. you’re right and you should say it
he also painted his hair blonde once when he was travelling and in conclusion, this is why he's being blackmailed by the gotham gazette.
you know my thing about gordon being branded as the only good cop in gotham is its a load of shit like arguably he's a good person and not working to screw people over or anything but the fact that he also works w. batman makes him a shit cop. like yea batman is better than the mob but its still illegal its still an abuse of power he just not making bank
babe, all cops are bad cops. (but yeah youre absolutely right, working with vigilantes makes you a shit cop, but also working against vigilantes just makes you an asshole cop yanno?)
ruh roh i think i’m about to add “so not yeehaw” every time i don’t like something
that's a very good vocabulary upgrade
somehow i feel like steph already knew. like babs obviously knew but i feel like bruce got high/drunk in front of steph and started telling his boarding school stories and steph was just like “oh you fucked up i’m never gonna forget this”
steph and bruce have weird uncle/rebellious niece dynamic and they just hang out sometimes and bruce will be like 'i once broke my arm when i tripped over a hedge when i was drunk so oliver drove me to the hospital on an electric scooter' and steph will just have to sit there with that knowledge in her head.
Hello I just wanted to tell you you are So right in all your steph opinions bc she is, in fact amazing and I think that's very sexy of you.
Ps. Your Bruce/Oliver fic is hilarious
babe, thank you so much and yes steph is amazing and i love her and she deserves the world and she's the best member of the batfam hands down. also thanks
In Supersons we see a couple of kids that are implied to be Damian and Jon's children and the boy has laser eyes and can fly, so I asume he's not adopted. The girl, who calls Bruce grandpa, can also fly, btw. So it's canon (probably by accident) that Jon can have kids and he must have married one of Bruce's kids. (I'm hoping for Damian, mostly because any other of his children would be waaaaaaaaaaaaay too old.) @artemisa97
lmao that was probably an accident seeing as jon is a 17 year old superhero in the year 3000 (by the jonas brothers)
You know, I'm a die hard fan of your memes, but I gotta say one thing: if Gothamites actually took gas mask everywhere with them, then the Scarecrow would just be a weird dude in a weird costume, and not a villain oh so scary. DC really should just takes notes from you.
bold of you to assume there's no gothamite anti-maskers
How does it feel being the funniest person on this app?
horrible, next question.
I can't listen to Green Day or Billy Joel without thinking of your post about how Bruce got arrested at a Billy Joel concert @nightwings-kid
yeah that's your mistake, i on the other hand can't enjoy billy joel without thinking about the glee rendition of 'uptown girl'
I've FINALLY been watching the Batman animated series and I gotta say, after watching "the gray ghost" I am CONVINCED that Batman is a closeted super hero geek who was 100% freaking out the first time he met Superman and is just REALLY good at hiding it.
superman: so what do you do in your free time?
batman, thinking about the superman fanfiction he's writing on the batcomputer: i have no free time
bruce and oliver be like
boyfriends to co-workers 401k (do the justice leagues get 401ks??? not that bruce and ollie would need them, but-)
lmao yes just 400 thousand words of bruce realising 'oh dip oliver is such a fucking dumbass' (also i don't know what a 401 k is but i assume they don't?)
Gothamites would totally boo superman as he saves Gotham while batman is out. @meenje
he's like 'okay think about that next time you want to be saved from an alien octopus'
I just took long break from dc comics and I come back to see ric grayson ??
i think it's very cool and sexy of dc to see dick and just think 'you know what? let's just give him a traumatic brain injury' and then didn't develop his character in any real way
SPEAKING OF RIC GRAYSON, gothamites making confused memes out of ric grayson is much needed
'dick grayson is my taxi driver? can anyone explain what the fuck happened he looks like an italian plumber?'
i hate to say it but batfam are def "marvel characters" in that sense they are characters who are human but become superheroes unlike most dc characters who are gods trying to be human maybe this is why I like batfam
fair enough
#this is only like half of it#but at least you can get like a few answers#yanno fuck it#bataranswers#ask#asks#anon
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Sweet Escape //Choi San [2]
[1] [2]
Pairing: mafia boss!san x fem!reader
Genre: fluff, angst, mafia au
Word Count: 5.7k
Warnings: usage of drugs, mentions of alcohol consumption, cursing, mentions of weapons
Summary: Going back home feels dreadful as he knows that his freedom will no longer be his by the time he sets foot in the place he grew up once again. San is desperate, for the first time in years, to have someone save him even if it’s in a form of an angel-looking beauty that hides the darkness from within.
Author's Note: Part 2 is finally here and I'm sad to say that this is where it ends.. Also, some names are made up by me hehe! Enjoy!
Masterlist
San has never felt so free and it’s all thanks to y/n.
San has never felt so free and it’s all thanks to y/n.
San has never felt so free and it’s all thanks to y/n.
It wasn’t long when he realized that he did, in fact, grew to love y/n as a friend then escalated into something more quickly. He knew by the time he realized that he had to get rid of it quickly before he ended up actually hurting himself. But here he is, sitting in front of her at dinner, watching her talk about herself in admiration.
He couldn’t help but smile as he notices her small mannerism like how she uses her hands to make her stories more exaggerated, how she snaps her fingers when she remembers something important.. or snap in front of San’s face to get his focus once again to which she perfectly did so.
“Sannie, are you okay? You’ve tuned out in the middle of my story telling.” She huffs with a pout and crosses her arms in her chest. He couldn't help but laugh, muttering an apology as he cut a part of his steak and put it in her mouth to emphasize his apology.
She obviously lit up, eating the slice and said after chewing with a clap, “Thanks, bestie. That’s really good!”
“I know, it tastes extravagant.”
“It really does, probably different from what I used to have back home.” She said, spinning some pasta on her fork only to give it to San as an exchange.
“Okay, that pasta tastes really good as well.”
“I know right? Carbonara really is the best!”
Y/n started to inhale her food more and so did San. They were eating quietly, the silence engulfing them is very comfortable as if they’ve known each other for a long time to be like this in each other’s company. However, the silence didn’t last as y/n spoke, “Sannie, I hope this is not crossing the line but may I ask why you decided to take this trip alone?”
San could only offer her a small smile and he wiped his mouth, ready to speak when y/n added, “It’s okay you don’t have to ans—”
“I’m getting married after this trip.”
He doesn’t know if his eyes are playing tricks but he saw how her eyes became downcast, “Oh..” was all she muttered before eating her food once again.
San, however, took this as a sign to continue, “My father is a really powerful man, pulling some string in favor of other people’s success. There’s this lady that he did a huge favor to which she’ll pay the price with her daughter’s life.”
It seemed to gain y/n’s interest, her eyes telling him to continue, “He decided to set me up in an arranged marriage. Trust me when I say I don’t like it at all.”
“And yet you agreed to it?”
“I have no choice, I’ll accept his conditions or else I’ll..” San contemplated for a while whether to tell if he’ll get himself possibly killed once he declined his father’s decisions. But he thinks y/n is so much of an angel to know how dark the world can be.
“You’ll get what, Sannie?” She urges, looking at him with wide eyes making him sigh, “I’ll gain no inheritance from him.”
“That’s so fucked up.”
San couldn’t help but laugh wholeheartedly at the grimace painted in her face as he agrees with her words. Little did she know that his whole world is entirely fucked up and what he told her is just a .001% of everything.
“How about you, little y/n? Why did you decide to go on a trip alone?”
She scowled at his remarks only to receive a laugh from San, “Fuck you, I’m not little. You’re just tall. And to answer your question, let’s just say my mom and my sister don't specifically want me to be around during their planning for the big thing.”
“Care to elaborate what does that mean?”
“My sister is getting married to this..” She gestures her hands vaguely as if trying to find the right word, “Big shot type of a man’s son and they’re meeting him for the preparations in the wedding.”
“Huh? What does it have to do with them sending you away?”
“They said and I quote ‘We don’t want you to meet your sister’s father-in-law because we don’t know what you can do.’ Like what the fuck is that supposed to mean? Are they expecting me to seduce a fucking 50-year old man?”
San couldn’t help but let out an amused chuckle, “Or maybe you’re too pretty to be around that it’ll make your sister’s father-in-law change his mind to get you to marry his son instead?” He tried to offer lightheartedly and it seemed to work as y/n beamed at him happily.
“So they’re threatened?” She asked, giggling in amusement.
“Yes, maybe they are.”
“Well they should be,” She said and stood up from her seat, San following her actions, “Come on, let’s go up the deck for the last time since this trip is coming to an end.”
San wished she didn’t have to remind him.
The both of them were sitting on deck, the same place where they first talked almost 3 months ago. They bask in silence, y/n sitting beside San with his blazer draped on her lap. They stare at the darkness around them, carefully listening to the waves crashing on the ship’s walls. It made San think about the time he endlessly has to catch her everytime she accidentally slips on the ship’s stairs after their usual afternoon swim in one of the pools.
How she drunkenly volunteered to sing that one night only for her to make San realize that she possesses the voice of an angel. How San was able to show her his competitive side while playing tekken with her on the lounge room, not caring about the weird stares people gave them for being too noisy and how they cuddled the night after their shenanigans, watching netflix and eating whatever snack is available for them to eat.
San giggled at the memory, startling y/n.
“What’s so funny?” She asked, tilting her head curiously to the side and San had to stop himself from pinching her cheeks because of how cute she is.
“Remember that one night when we were eating dinner and that old couple approached us, asking if we’re on honeymoon?”
She couldn’t help but giggle as well while nodding her head, “I was so flustered I accidentally said yes. But hey, at least we got free dessert!”
A solemn smile made its way to his face, “How I wish it was really true.”
Y/n could possibly get a whiplash with how fast she looked at San, eyes full of shock, “San? What do you mean?”
“I like you, y/n.” He said, taking a deep sigh, “Fuck I know it’s too fast but you made it so easy for me to fall in love with you in a span of those months we have spent together.”
“Sannie, I—”
“Ever since then, I dreamt of nothing but being able to hold you and get you involved with the way I lived. I want to bring you with me to the future and spend every remaining time with you that the present has to offer. I want to be able to kiss you, to be able to hug you freely in front of my family and my friends..”
He looked at her in the eye, “I want to be with you, y/n.”
A tear slipped her eyes as she looked at him, not knowing what to say. She wants to tell him how she wants the same. How she’s been craving for his loving touch and how she wants him to cuddle her without looking too needy.
But y/n fought all those thoughts as she thought that everything was escalating too fast between the two of them.
And aside from that, he’s getting married. Fuck. San is..
“Sannie, you’re getting married. I.. we.. we can’t.. I don’t know how I—”
San was shaking his head, trying to grab her hands in his. He refuses to believe that he’s getting married. Refused the fact that after this, he’ll no longer spend his life by himself. Instead, he’ll be spending it with someone he doesn’t know.
Someone who doesn’t possess the same attractive feature as her. Someone who he thinks he won’t love the way he loves y/n. Someone who is not her..
Someone who is not y/n.
And it pains him terribly in his heart and his mind.
San let out an incredulous laugh after his realization sinked in, “Yeah.. you’re right.” He nods his head as if agreeing to what she said, “Fuck, I’m so sorry. I must be out of my head. I’m gonna take my leave.”
He stood up from where he was seated making y/n alarmed, “Sannie wait hear me out—”
“Good bye, y/n.”
And that night, he left her for the first time in the darkness alone with tears heavily falling down her eyes, sobbing uncontrollably with longingness not knowing that San also left his heart along with her leaving him empty and dull because of the pain. The next morning, y/n feels her body is too heavy for her to get up and leave the ship especially after what happened last night.
She never got to see San again once he left her all alone at the deck and she never got back to her room as well which leads her to her current situation, walking barefooted along the ship’s stay-in rooms and lost in her thoughts but she knows she has to move quick as the ship near docking on the port.. at least that’s what the staff who woke her up told her though.
She was passing by San’s room when the door suddenly opened to reveal San in his god-like glory. They made eye contact for a while only for the male to look away, dragging his suitcase behind him which made y/n to continue her walk to her own room. Only when they created enough distance that y/n remembered his coat still slung on her shoulders.
She frantically made her turn, “San!”
The male visibly froze at the end of the hallway but at least he spared y/n a glance which she considered as a win.
The soft patter of her feet was frantic as she removed the blazer hanging on her shoulders and gave it to the rightful owner, “T-This is yours.. thank you.”
San grabbed the blazer on her hand and he started to walk away once again when y/n spoke, “Safe travels, San.”
He muttered a quick ‘you too’ before turning his way out, not sparing her a glance anymore.
She let out a deep sigh and proceeded to her room to clean herself and change her clothes, thankful that she already packed her things the day before. After she does so, she pulls her luggage along with her, just in time to hear that the ship has successfully docked.
Knowing what was already waiting for her, she immediately went straight through the port’s waiting area where she saw far more men in black suits that acted as bodyguards guarding seven other men who looked like they were waiting for someone to come down. Looks like someone important, she thought but she proceeded to walk until she saw her own bodyguard and personal driver who offered her a warm smile.
“Hey there, little baby. How’s the trip?”Junseo, her bodyguard and somehow someone who acted as her brother, asked as he pats her head. She just offered him a small smile and answered timidly, “It was fun, but shit went down yesterday.”
“Awe, what happened?”
She shook her head softly and it’s enough of a message for him to know that she doesn’t want to talk about it. He nodded in understanding and spoke once again, “The private jet your mom sent is already waiting at the airport. They said you can go grab some lunch first if you want to but they can serve you one in the jet if you don’t want to eat here on land.”
“Let’s just go to the airport, I want to rest.” Was all she said and proceeded to enter the car.
Junseo sighed and nodded his head, muttering a ‘shit really went that bad?’ under his breath and entered the car.
Meanwhile, in a safe distance, San had his eyes on her as if guarding her carefully in the last minutes only to be snapped by Seonghwa back to reality.
“You’re awfully spacing out again. What the fuck is wrong with you?” Seonghwa huffs in annoyance.
“Sorry, what was it?”
“I said, we have to leave. And that the wedding will be held next week.” His best friend rolled his eyes at him and he made eye contact with Hongjoong who was staring at him intently, making him raise his eyebrows which the latter just promptly answered with a shake of his head.
They left the place quickly in order and as the distance to the airport continues to decrease, he knows that along with it is his heart continuously breaking into two.
Successfully arriving in Korea, y/n braced herself into another 3 hours travel time which made her catch up with everything she had missed.
Junseo had said that the wedding has been perfectly planned already and that it’ll be grand. A lot of money has been placed on it as well and that she’ll be the maid of honor. But aside from those, there’s one thing she’s curious about.
“Who is she going to marry anyways?” She cut off Junseo in the middle of his rambling and he looked a bit startled by it but he quickly answered, “I think it’s like Choi.. something?”
“Choi..?”
“Yeah, you know that one huge mafia group right? The one who was led by the Choi’s. He has a son who will be next in line and I heard that he won’t lead the mafia unless he agrees to his father’s terms.”
“And that is to marry my sister?” Y/n supplies with a raise of her brow.
Junseo nodded as a confirmation, “Yeah that one or else he’ll get killed.” He then tapped her driver’s arm, “Jaeseok, what’s the name of the man again?”
“Choi Shan? Choi Sang? I don’t..” She pales at the close proximity of the name to her San. But on the other hand, she never got to know what San’s real name is.
“Choi San?” Y/n asked with uncertainty.
Jaeseok nodded his head enthusiastically as if she answered a million dollar question. Her eyes widened as she slaps Junseo’s arm, earning a shout of surprise from the other.
“Do you have a picture of him, Junseo?”
Junseo pulled out his phone and did a few taps on the screen to show him a photo of San, making her heart sink. “Fuck..” She mutters weakly and gives the phone back to Junseo.
“What’s wrong, y/n?” The bodyguard asked with concern.
She lets out a deep sigh and tells them what happened during the trip, Junseo and Jaeseok listening intently to her story. When she reached the end of it, the two boys let out a deep sigh. They were quiet for a while with y/n dreading deep on her feelings, regretting why she didn’t tell him that she liked.. in fact love him that night.
The silence was broken by Jaeseok and the tone of his voice hinted something, “My girlfriend is your sister’s stylist for the wedding though.”
“What the fuck was that supposed to mean, dude?”
“Well we can pull some strings and get y/n to marry Choi San instead.” Jaeseok said with a shrug and he adds, “Don’t look at me like that and stop pretending like we haven’t actually plotted anything evil before. Remember when we decided to knock out the guy who forced y/n to date him by putting some sleeping drugs on his wine?”
Y/n couldn’t help but laugh as she fits herself in between the gap of the seats, “So what’s your plan, Mr. Clever Pants?”
“Just put your sister on sleeping drugs too, just enough for her to not wake up during the whole ceremony.”
Junseo seemed confused, “How are we going to..?”
“Also, don’t you think it’s time for y/n to have an exposure? Y/n is older by a year yet she’s the one who was hidden by Ms. Han, even giving her her actual father’s last name. So it only makes sense that Choi San is supposed to be married to y/n because she was pregnant with her by the time she made the deals with the devil.” Jaeseok logically explained and y/n flinched at that fact.
Everything makes sense now.
“And besides, he didn’t specify which daughter too so both y/n and Ayeon are qualified. But y/n should be on the winning case since Ms. Han was carrying her as a baby that time.”
The car went silent for a while and Junseo made a turn to look at y/n only to see a devilish smirk plastered on her face as she was already looking at him. Junseo knows her all to well. She agrees with the plan. The bodyguard only sighed and pulled out his phone to call someone, “Hello, Yunho? Yes, it’s me Junseo, your cousin. Can you do me a quick favor?”
It’s been six days since San went home and since he last saw y/n as well. The wedding is tomorrow. In a span of those days, his friends never failed to miss that their friends had a little bit of change in his composure. He seemed more broken and vulnerable and they decided to leave it for a while until Hongjoong could no longer take it and took the matters in his own hands.
So long story short, the boys already knew about y/n, and are trying to use their connections to look for her whereabouts just so the two can reconnect with each other.
No one was successful except Yunho, of course, especially after his cousin called while he was on his way home to Gwangju and sadly parted ways with San already.
Yunho, out of all seven, has met y/n immediately four days after his cousin’s phone call. She works fast, even faster than Yunho himself. He found out about everything, even y/n’s side of the story and provided them with what they needed and also helped them plan for the big thing as well.
He was supposed to meet them once again for finalization but San had begged them to come over to spend the last days of his, Yunho quotes as he said, “bachelorship” to which he thinks is too dramatic for his friend and then proceeds to remember that he knows nothing about the plan.
They were currently playing a dangerous game of darts that instead of throwing darts itself, they throw pocket knives on the dart board. They just went on with a round of it before deciding that they should just let themselves get drunk.
Yunho poured himself a drink in a glass and slumped beside San then they clink their glasses together before continuing to down the shot. It seethes on their throats, feeling the burn of it. After recovering with the shot, he placed his hands on San’s thighs, “What’s your plan dude?”
San looked at him, confused, “What do you mean by what’s my plan? I’m getting married tomorrow, dude.”
“Well do you not have plans to meet or look for y/n at least?”
The black-haired male sighed and ran a hand on his hair, “There’s no use, Yunho. She doesn’t want me the way I want her. Heck, she even pointed out that I’m getting married when I told her what I felt that night.”
Yunho pats his thigh as he had let out a deep sigh himself, “Maybe it’s just a misunderstanding?” Yunho knows it is.
“Even if it is, there’s no use in looking for her. I’m getting married tomorrow.”
“Damn it, Sannie. It’s hard to be you.” Yunho said chuckling a little bit and poured their empty glasses some more whiskey. “Since you said it yourself, you’re getting married tomorrow so there’s no harm in enjoying your last night as a single man until we reached our limits, right?”
San roamed his eyes to look at his other friends with their glasses of whiskey raised up and San couldn’t help but smile as he raised his own glass as well.
Wooyoung cheered, “Let’s get drunk tonight, yeah!”
They all laughed at their best friend’s antics and San couldn’t help but shake his head in amusement. He’s thankful for them.
The day has arrived.
Everyone was busy doing their last minute preparations. They decided to just hold the wedding in a private place but it’s still grandiose despite being so secluded, away from the public’s eyes.
On the other hand, the bride was too busy preparing herself for her big day. She was excited to experience this whole new world, expecting San to be an easy husband and fall for her immediately. Ayeon was in the middle of her pampering when a knock was heard on her door.
“Come in!” She answered enthusiastically.
The door opened only to reveal her sister, making her mood drop as the smile on her lips became a frown, “What the fuck do you want, bitch?”
Y/n just chuckled and went inside the room, “Just want to check up on you.”
“And why is that so?”
“Why,” Y/n said as she took a seat on one of the seats near the vanity, “Can I not see my baby sister before she gets sent off? Look after her as she steals everything away from me for the last time?”
Ayeon raised a brow and looked at y/n, “Are you out of your mind? What are you saying? Me? Stealing everything away from you?”
Y/n nodded enthusiastically and she stood up, going behind Ayeon and proceeded to comb her hair. She noticed her little sister stiffened a bit and she had to suppress a smirk, “I’m not out if my mind, Ayeonie.” She giggled and placed the brush on the side and leaned down her sister’s ear level, “In fact, don’t you think it’s my time to finally shine?”
A chilly feeling went through Ayeon’s spine as she looked at her sister through the mirror, the devilish smirk on her face was enough for her to shake in fear but it was soon replaced by a gentle smile.
What a two-faced bitch, she thought.
Y/n pats her little sister’s head, “Eat your breakfast well, Ayeonie. I’ll be taking my leave to prepare as well. I hope you enjoy the rest of the days.” She said as she opened the door, just in time to let the personal assistant to enter the room and serve her sister’s breakfast.
She couldn’t help but smirk as she made her way through where the wedding gown is settled, excited to wear it herself.
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Y/n was, so far, enjoying the passing hours of the day before the wedding starts. She’s currently in the room assigned as her place to stay with Junseo and his cousin Yunho. They were talking about random things, specifically everything relatable and the similarities of their childhood.
They were sipping their red wines as they basked in the sun passing through the curtains, laughing out wholeheartedly.
Yunho then spoke after taking a sip on his wine glass, “When we were kids, San used to have a thing for collecting flowers.”
“Collecting flowers? Why?” Y/n asked, curiosity and amusement laced in her voice.
Yunho lets out a deep chuckle as he shook his head, “San never met his mother since she died after giving birth to him. It’s Seonghwa hyung’s mom who raised him and they always visit his mother’s grave. San noticed how Seonghwa hyung’s mom always leaves flowers on his mother’s grave and little Sannie just thought that ‘hey, maybe that flower is my mom!’ He thought of it like an offering to make his mother magically appear out of nowhere.”
Y/n couldn’t help the sad smile that appeared on her face, “That’s so wholesome.. yet sad..”
Yunho nodded in agreement as he continued to speak, “After finding out that his mother will no longer appear, no matter what, San never welcomes any women in his life thinking that they’ll also disappear just like how his mother was taken away from him without even letting him meet her.”
“The world is too cruel for him.” Y/n said solemnly as she stared at the red liquid in her glass.
“It really is, so imagine his pain when he thought you don’t feel the same for him.” Yunho said it so casually but it felt like y/n was hit by a ton of bricks.
“He thought I rejected him?”
“My friend is too much of a fool himself. I told him that it may just be an understanding but, eh, he’s stubborn.”
Y/n stared at Yunho for a while before she goes to speak, “Yunho, I—”
Suddenly, the door frantically opened, revealing Jaeseok and his girlfriend who’s panting harshly but the excitement in their eyes is evident.
“Y/n! The drug has taken effect, we locked Ayeon in her room. Come on, let’s get you glammed up!”
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Preparing y/n did not take up too much time since she finished her makeup beforehand. Jaeseok’s girlfriend just did her hair, retouched the colors on her face and helped her wear the wedding gown.
When they were done, she looked at herself in the mirror, “Wow..”
“Really wow, y/n. It suits you more than it does to Ayeon. When she fitted that I couldn’t help but grimace because it doesn't suit her physique.”
“Well I guess I’m really meant to get married today.” She joked making laughter bounce through the room.
Mirae suddenly clapped and went through the bed where the veil lies and helps her put it on. “The fabric used for that veil is thicker than usual veils so they won’t recognize that it’s you.”
Y/n flashed her a smile, “Mirae, thank you so much for working hard.”
“You’re welcome bubs, it’s for you. Now let’s go, the wedding is about to start!”
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They arrived at the wedding hall just in time before the wedding started. Y/n wasn’t able to hold a conversation with her own mom to which she was thankful or else she could’ve blown her cover.
The wedding march wasn’t that time consuming since only a few important people were asked to join the entourage. She started to feel nervous, her hands becoming clammy as she counted a slow 1,2,3 when the door opened, revealing the inside of the venue.
At the end, on the altar, was San. Her San, looking so different yet still dashingly handsome with his black hair slicked back, jaw tight and a serious expression in his face. Y/n started to walk, making sure that it’s not too slow or too fast.
The one to receive her hand in the middle of her march was Yunho which made her feel at ease a little bit. Even if they only met a few days ago, she couldn't decline the fact that Yunho has bought an oddly calming presence for her.
By the time they reached the altar, San, without a clue that it’s her, took her hand in Yunho’s hold and planted a kiss on it.
She knew she shouldn’t blow her cover but she couldn’t help but giggle at the gesture and she whispered, “Hi Sannie.”
San snaps his head towards her, eyes wide. He recognizes that voice. In the same volume, he whispered back, “Y/n?”
“Yeah, it’s me.”
“You’re Ms. Han’s daughter? I.. I thought your sister..”
“Shh, Sannie. The less we talk the faster we will be wedded.”
“Wait aren’t you supposed to remove your veil?” San whispered again making her elbow him at his side, shushing him.
“I can’t risk blowing my cover, I’m doing things illegally.” She answered making her groom pout, clearly unsatisfied. “But I want to see your pretty face.”
“Later, baby, when we kiss.” She answered back and it seemed to make San content as he finally shut up and they focused on the ceremony as it proceeded.
The whole thing was too fast, she did a lot of things like changing her voice and mimicking her sister’s mannerism so it wouldn’t be suspicious. But she knows she has to reveal herself to the public.
“Groom, you may now kiss the bride.”
And there it is.
San faced her with a smile on his face, “Now?” He asked, looking like an excited puppy. He was about to lift the veil when she stopped her.
“Wait, a few warnings, things will get messy.”
San smirked, “I know.”
With that, San lifted her veil, and she was met by an eyes full of love and happiness from the man in front of her. She couldn’t resist it anymore as she pulled him by the neck, kissing him full of love and want, to which San returned back as well.
Just as they pulled away from the kiss, her mother caused a scene, “You’re not Ayeon, where’s Ayeon?”
A collective gasp can be heard but she ignored it and nonchalantly answered, “Sleeping.”
The veins on her mom’s neck started to pop out, “What did you do to—”
Her mother’s exploding tantrums only stopped when San’s father placed a hand on her shoulder and calmly asked y/n, “Darling, who are you?”
She gave her mom a nasty look and said, “Wow, mom, you hid me so well. Too afraid to expose me because you know I’ll steal Ayeon’s spotlight and your lovely youngest daughter will be left with nothing?” She laughed in disbelief and proceeded to answer the question directed at her earlier, “I’m y/n l/n, Han Siwoo’s eldest daughter. She was carrying me when she made that deal with you.”
“Don’t believe her, Mr. Choi, she’s lying!” Her mom said but the panic in her eyes was enough message about the unveiling of the truth.
“If I’m lying is what I’m currently doing, then what do you call your own actions, Ms. Han?” She felt herself slipping into anger but she was held on her ground when she felt her husband squeeze her hand.
“You’ve destroyed my life ever since I was born, don’t you think it’s time for me to repay you in kind? Besides, the truth is more powerful than the lies you put up in people's minds. Even if Ayeon is in my place right now, everyone will still know the truth.” Y/n said and she added, “And besides, Mr. Choi didn’t specify which daughter right? Me and Ayeon are both qualified, it’s just that she’s not as clever as I am.”
She then glanced at San’s father, offering the man a smile, “It’s up to our decision on who you will believe, Mr. Choi. It’s either you kill me or kill her.”
Mr. Choi held his gaze at y/n for a while, the lady answering him back with the same intense stare until he decided to look away and look at y/n’s mother. “Ms. Han, you and your dirty lies.”
“Mr. Choi, I—”
“I thought when you offered your child in exchange, you'd give me your first born.”
“Ayeon is—”
“ I want the truth.” Mr Choi’s voice was dominant, leaving no space for any other argument.
She visibly deflates, “My second born.. Ayeon is my second born.”
The whole venue was quiet for a while and y/n couldn’t help but smirk, “Finally decided to reveal the truth huh. I’ve been waiting for 22 years.”
Whispers can be heard to the venue as disgusted stares were given to her mother. San’s father looked at her once again, “My dearest daughter-in-law, what do you want to do with your mother?”
Y/n contemplates for a while but she knows she has an answer to that.
Knowing that her life was in the hands of her cruel daughter, Ms. Han started to beg, “My baby y/n, you know I—”
She couldn’t stop herself from giggling as she pointed a finger at her mom, “Kill her.”
Her mother’s eyes widen as two men hold her in both arms as she screams, “Wait no, no! Y/n, you heartless bitch! I gave birth to you!”
Ms. Han’s pleas fell deaf in y/n’s ears as she muttered under her breath, “You only gave birth to me but didn’t give me the life I deserve.”
San seemed to hear that as he held her hand tighter, making her look at him only to see the same eyes filled with adoration, “It’s a new chapter for us, I’ll give you the life you deserve.”
She couldn’t help but giggle, planting a kiss on her now husband’s nose, “I didn’t know that meeting you within those three months is one of the signs that I’m going to spend the rest of my life time with you.”
“I love you, y/n.” San muttered softly, as if it’s their biggest secret.
A tear fell down on y/n’s eyes as she beamed at San, “I love you too, Sannie. I didn’t get to say that before.”
“Worry less, we have our lifetime together to say it whenever we want to.”
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and the memories of you never wash away
Eddie x Buck, Eddie x Shannon (co-parents/platonic)
wc: 1.9k
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“Eddie! Have you seen the sunscreen?” Shannon's voice carried through the hallway before she found him.
“Did you check the bathroom ?” he glances over his shoulder as he digs through a bin in the closet looking for Christopher's beach ball.
“I found it!” Buck shouts, coming down the hallway.
The 3 of them had decided to take Chris to the beach to start off the summer break. Eddie was still bent over looking for the beach ball when Buck arrived where the two were, his eyes instantly found their way to Eddie’s ass which just happened to look amazing -per usual as Buck happened to think.
Shannon has noticed Buck’s gaze and where it was directed. She nudged him, making a smacking motion with her hand and nodded towards Eddie.
Buck had a mischievous look on his face, taking a step towards Eddie before his hand came down and hit Eddie's ass.
Eddie stood up so fast that Buck didn’t even have time to move from behind him.
“Seriously ?” Eddie’s arms folded, giving his boyfriend an unamused look.
Buck smiling innocently with hands raised, “wasn’t me.”
Eddie shook his head at the blonde before pulling him towards him and pressing a kiss to his lips.
“Okay, can you two stop being in love for a moment so we can get going ?” Shannon calls, bringing the two men back to reality.
Just as she did, the sound of Christopher coming down the hall caught their attention. There were 3 adults in the house and they had all disappeared on him.
“Can we go ?” the boy peered at them from around the corner. “Yeah, come on,” Shannon made her way over to him, leaving the two men in the hallway.
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The smile on his face was nothing compared to the warmth of the sun. The pure happiness on Christopher’s face was enough to make all 3 of them happy.
Buck and Shannon sat on the blanket, the sun beating down on them- surely enough, they’d both have crazy tan lines by the time they left because of course, no one listens when Eddie says to put on sunscreen.
Eddie, on the other hand, had lathered Chris in sunscreen and managed to rub some on himself before Buck and Shannon had run off with Christopher.
The Diaz boys were now standing in front of the water, Eddie’s arms looped under Christopher’s. The two of them laughed as the water hit their feet. Eddie picked up Chris, swinging him around for a second before putting him back down right as the water rushed up to his feet.
Shannon’s head rested on Buck’s shoulder, smiling at the boys by the water. Buck glances over at her before turning his attention back to the boys, he too had a smile on his face.
“Thank you”
The words came out barely above a whisper, truthfully he had said it internally but somehow it sort of slipped out.
Shannon looks at him, a smile on her face but brows furrowed. “For what ?”
“For being okay with us,” he glances at Eddie.
“Buck, you don’t need to thank me. You make Eddie happy, Christopher too and that’s all I could never hope for.”
Shannon reaches for his hands, smiling at him. “I should be thanking you” the two of them laugh.
Buck gets up, pulling Shannon up with him and the two of them head down to the water where Eddie and Chris are.
“Why are you two all giggly ?” Eddie turns to them, they just smile and shake their heads.
“Nothing babe, just having fun that’s all.”
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The sun was starting to set, Christopher was getting tired. His eyes drooping, his head on his mother’s lap. Her fingers combed through his brown curls, smiling as he eyes shut.
“Hey,” she whispers, nudging Eddie who was talking to Buck. Both men turned to see the boy asleep. Buck gets up first, taking the keys from Eddie and then leaning down to pick up Chris before making his way to the car.
Both Shannon and Eddie follow him, the blanket in hand. Eddie’s arm is over her shoulder and Shannon’s arm snakes around his waist, the two of them had always been comfortable with one another despite the divorce.
Christopher had woken up when Buck picked him up, he’s now laughing at something Buck said to him.
“I swear, that kid was born happy”
“I have no idea where he gets it from.”
Eddie turns, slightly offended with his brows furrowed. “From me,” his finger gestured towards himself.
“Oh ? From you ? Mr. Broody ?” she jokes, a loud laugh erupting from her.
Eddie pouts, rolling his eyes playfully. “Yeah well hopefully he gets your brains, he can’t get by on my good looks alone” Eddie smiles proudly.
Shannon snorts, she can’t help the laughter. “Good looks my ass, who’s been lying to you, Diaz ?”
“Oh yeah ?” Eddie’s brows raised, a look of amusement on his face.
“Yeah”
“Isn’t that what attracted you to me?” he asks her, picking her up and tossing her over his shoulder. Her hand smacked his back, “put me down!”
“Answer the question” he keeps walking.
Shannon’s hand reaches down, grabbing his ass and squeezing it. “Nah, it was this ass in those jeans” she laughs once more and Eddie puts her down in front of the car.
“Squeeze my ass again and I’ll fight you.” his finger in her face and Shannon rolls her eyes, sticking her tongue out at him.
Next thing he knew, there was another hand on his ass. Eddie turned so fast, he probably gave himself whiplash. Buck was sitting in the car, the door opened and a smile on his face- proud of the fact that he just grabbed his boyfriend’s ass.
“Again ? Seriously ?”
“Couldn’t help myself. She’s right, your ass does look good in those jeans.”
Eddie shook his head, he could not believe that these were the two he had to deal with on a daily basis but despite all the shit they pulled and the constant bickering, he wouldn’t have it any other way.
When the 4 of them were together, it felt like home. The laughter, the random trips to get ice cream, the 4 of them attempting to all fit into one tent in the backyard- it was moments like that they would treasure forever.
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He barely heard Buck step into the room, his eyes focused on something in front of him. The footsteps became louder with each step, Buck’s hand on his shoulder.
“Eds?” He glances over his boyfriend's shoulder, the red picture frame from the dresser in his hand.
They had stopped at the gift shop right by the beach during their last trip to the beach. Christopher had picked up the frame and said they should get it, so they did. Eddie and Buck had one in their room, Christopher had one in his and Shannon had the other. It was all the same red frame with seashells and starfish.
They all had the same picture of the 4 of them in it.
Eddie’s arms were over Christopher’s shoulders while he leant back against his father, Shannon and Buck to either side of him, their arms around him. They were all laughing because a huge wave had come up and hit them right before the photo was taken, resulting in the 4 of them dreached in seawater while smiling for the camera.
It also happened to be the last photo the 4 of them had together before she passed.
Today was the first trip back to the beach since then.
Buck steps from behind Eddie to beside him, it didn’t take long for him to notice the tears welling up in his eyes. He didn’t wait for Eddie to say anything and pulled him into a hug.
“We don’t have to go-” “No, Chris wants too, I'm fine.”
The drive to the beach was quiet. It was already midafternoon, it wasn’t overly warm but it was still kind of sunny out. It was more of a spur of the moment trip rather than a planned one. Christopher was rambling away in the back seat, telling Buck about his plans to build a huge spaceship out of sand and Eddie drove in silence, the occasional smile when Chris was talking but that was about it.
Once they arrive, Eddie follows behind the two boys. They had gotten out first, Chris practically dragged Buck with him to look for a spot to build his spaceship, he shouts for his dad to hurry up who jogs over to them.
Christopher finds a spot a few feet from the water, Buck beside him and Eddie to the other side. Christopher had tasked Buck with digging a hole for the ship to rest in while he started to shovel some into a bucket.
Eddie shifted on the sand, something in his pocket was causing him to sit to one side. Reaching back, he pulls his wallet from his pocket and it somehow opens from the way he pulls it out of his pocket. The two pictures he kept in his wallet were sticking out, before tucking it back in, he decided to pull them out.
The first one was of Christopher, Buck and him from before they started dating. It was the day he officially became part of the 118 - Eddie is standing behind the chair Buck was sitting on and Christopher is standing beside Eddie, the 3 of them laughing at something Chimney was saying when Maddie took the picture.
The second one, he had forgotten he had because that’s how long it had been in there. A picture from Christopher’s first Christmas - one of those wallet sized ones from the Santa’s workshops they had during the holidays. Chris was wrapped up in a little white blanket with blue snowflakes on it, Shannon was holding him and was sitting beside the guy who was supposedly Santa for the day. Eddie stood beside her, his arm over her shoulder.
His finger rubs across the picture, a smile on his face.
“Dad!” Chris’s voice broke his thoughts, “what are you doing ?” the boy asks his father.
Eddie hands the photo over to Chris, moving a little closer towards him. Chris smiles and looks over at his dad, “is that me?” pointing towards the baby wrapped up in a blanket.
“Yeah, you were so little. Mom insisted on taking you to see Santa.”
Christopher leans over to show Buck, Eddie glances over at his boyfriend who's smiling at his son.
Buck had never been upset about the relationship Shannon and Eddie had. In the past, girlfriends from previous relationships didn’t quite understand her random pop up visits or the fact that she was practically living there at times but it was never like that, Buck and Shannon had become friends and he loved her just as the two boys loved her.
Buck looks up from Chris who was still looking at the picture, he smiles at Eddie.
Buck knew Eddie like the back of his hand and Eddie knew that. Eddie had this idea in his head that he needed to hold himself together and not show any emotions because that’s what dads do, he had to hold himself together for Chris.
So when he saw Eddie on the verge of tears, he didn’t question him, he just comforted him the best way he knew. Eddie would talk when he was ready.
“Dad?”
“Yeah ?”
“Do you miss her ?” the boy set the picture back on his father’s hand. Eddie looked down at the picture once more, he hummed.
“Everyday.”
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everybody has those days // fred weasley
Summary: A drunken night at Harry and Ginny’s wedding leads to a slightly, very awkward situation with the reader and the bride’s elder brother
Request: nope
A/N: basically I read sunkissed by @ickle-ronniekins and I became, as the kids say, thirsty also as I was doing the warnings I realised that I essentially described uni so go figure!!! i don’t know why but this was so difficult to write and I’m like wow am I just losing the ability to form sentences
Reader: female
Warnings: suggestive themes, hangover, drinking, nudity, hickeys, innuendo, swearing,
A low sound escaped your lips as you shuffled, frowning at the strange weight over your waist. Peeling your eyes open, you winced as rays of bright sunlight leaked through the open curtains. So, you figured, today was almost certainly not going to be a very productive one. You huffed and then blinked slowly, adjusting to the light and letting your eyes focus, a decision you definitely regretted as a familiar face came into view.
Now, you’d recognise Fred Weasley’s face anywhere. Not only was he your best friend’s brother, but he was also half of your bosses and a man you’d been regrettably attracted to for almost seven years. So, as you looked at the slope of his nose and the freckles sprinkled across his cheeks and his brassy red hair, you knew that you had made a decision somewhere along the way the night before with very hefty repercussions. And so, as all rational and mature people do in such a situation, you decided to handle it with a certain level of grace and decorum.
“Oh, fuck.”
You hauled yourself from the bed, your head screaming at the immediate whiplash from your sharp exit. The room spun around you and your knuckles look fit to burst as you clutched at the sheets in your hands, pulling them to your chest. Whether it was your abrupt profanity or the vicious reorganisation of his bedsheets, Fred let out a deep, gruff exclamation and tumbled backwards off the other side of the bed.
For a moment, you were both silent, except for the panting noises of your combined heavy breathing, and you found yourself staring very intently at Fred’s confused expression, trying desperately to remember the night before. Why couldn’t you sleep with and forget someone you hadn’t been pining for years for? Wouldn’t that have been more fun?
“What the bloody hell did you-“ he stopped himself as he looked at you wrapped up in his bedsheets, the skin of your neck and collarbones mottled with dark purplish bruises that he was sure he could almost still taste on his tongue. “Oh.”
He stood up with great difficulty, rubbing his head with his hand, sending his hair into ruffled disarray. You didn’t exactly mean to look down and you also didn’t mean to let out a high-pitched screech at the sight of his manhood.
“You’re naked!”
You looked away quickly, heat flooding your cheeks as he grabbed a pillow, the one you’d just been lying on, and placed it over his junk.
“You’re naked, too!”
Though you hadn’t intended to, his indignant tone made you look at him, and you caught what was left of an embarrassed flush extending from his face, all the way down his neck. You clenched your jaw at the sight.
“Please don’t think about me naked,” you said, squeezing your eyes shut as the throbbing in your forehead returned.
“Sorry, love,” he said. A lopsided grin pulling at his lips despite the edge to his voice, his inner panic rather obvious beneath the surface. “But I think that ship’s already-“
“Fred!” you squeaked, your eyes growing wide. He stayed silent, but his smile didn’t budge, enjoying your flustered expression far too much. “Do you remember what happened?”
You looked at him then, properly this time. He was handsome, but you always knew that, what with his strong jawline and the long slant of his neck. The skin all over his collar and chest was pale and freckled and covered in dark, splotchy hickeys, you realised with a strange warmth flooding your system. You swallowed against the tightness in your throat as your eyes trailed down, taking silent note of the lean muscles of his arms and his toned stomach.
“No, but if the way you’re looking me up and down right now is anything to go by, I think I can take a guess how it started.”
“What- No- You… Fred, you are so irritating,” you spluttered, annoyed that he could get you so riled up so easily. He shot you a lazy grin, the same one you’d seen almost every day since Ginny introduced the two of you. From the day you met, you and Fred had a habit of bickering constantly about nothing and everything all at the same time and you were sure that had you not been a close family friend, you’d have been fired years ago. Thinking of the family for the first time, your face soured as you dreaded to think what their reaction would be if they found out about how you spent your night. They’d probably hate you.
“You’re not too bad yourself, love.”
You shot him a dry look before remembering where you were. “I have to leave. Like right now.”
You didn’t wait for him to reply, too busy searching the ground for your clothes, heat searing under your skin at the haphazard display of them on the floor.
“Hey, wait, hold on,” Fred said, reaching out to you with one arm, holding the pillow with the other. You bit your lip, forcing yourself to focus.
“What?”
“Shouldn’t we…” he voice wavered slightly, a first for Fred. “Shouldn’t we talk about this?”
“This-“ you said, pointing between you and him, your underwear flying around in your grip. “Was a mistake.”
You noticed the way his eyes lingered on your hand and huffed, reaching down the get the rest of your clothes, searching for your dignity whilst you were down there. He probably only wanted a shag and whilst that would be totally fine for someone else, you just couldn’t do that. Not with your history. Not with your feelings.
“But-“
You didn’t give him the chance to speak as you shot up sharply.
“Turn around then!”
His brown eyes turned dry as he tilted his head, a silent sarcastic question on his lips. Your frown deepened and he sighed, turning around dutifully. You rushed to put your clothes from the night before on, struggling to keep your balance, especially when your eyes stalled on his bare bum.
“You better be looking at my arse,” he said, his signature smirk loud in his voice. You couldn’t even try to respond, returning to your dressing with new-found haste.
That had been a week and a half ago and you were still avoiding a proper conversation with him. You’d talk, of course, you worked together, you had to, but it was always just courtesy, small talk, and then that deafening silence Fred hated so much. He missed the easy banter you had and more than anything, he missed you. It all just felt so wrong and he couldn’t help but feel that he’d messed everything up somehow. And so, if you asked him, that’s why he was stood there, hiding behind boxes of sweets stacked neatly on a row of shelves and watching you refill the massive tub of love potions. He felt like a creep, but he hadn’t formed the right sentences or backbone required to talk to you yet. And so, as you emptied the box in your hand and made to fetch another from the backroom, he went to follow you, stopped only by a familiar waistcoat, or rather the man wearing it.
“You alright there, Fred?” George asked, the smile in his voice more than evident as he looked down at his crouching brother.
“Just peachy, cheers, George.”
“So, you’re just stalking Y/N for fun then, yeah?”
Fred glared up at his brother, sighing and standing up under his expectant stare.
“What’s going on with you two?”
“Nothing,” Fred said far too quickly. He cursed his defensiveness and groaned. Instinctively, he knew you wouldn’t have told anyone; you said it was a mistake, he reminded himself, earning a familiar sinking feeling at the memory. And so, he’d avoided mentioning it to anyone either, even George, who was now staring at him with a very suspicious scowl.
“Fine,” Fred huffed, rubbing his face with his hands. “At Ginny’s wedding we uh- we-“
Well, he didn’t really remember, did he? He knew on a base level what must’ve happened, but you’d both been so pissed and-
“You shagged.”
“How the bloody hell do you know that?”
George’s laughter only served to further Fred’s indignance. “You two disappeared at midnight, fawning over each other like lovesick teenagers… it doesn’t take a lot to connect those dots, Freddie.”
Fred’s expression soured. “So, everybody knows, then.”
“Afraid so. Mum’s chuffed, obviously, thinks it means you’ll finally get together. With you pair, it was inevitable, though. Especially with that industrial-strength Romanian firewhiskey Charlie smuggled in.”
Fred groaned at the memory, gripped the shelf in front of him so hard his knuckles turned white.
“It’s ruined everything, George. She doesn’t want anything to do with me.”
George laughed again.
“What’s so bloody funny?”
“You’ve both been mad for each other since fourth year and you think a quick screw is gonna change that? We’ve been placing bets on you for years.”
“You what?”
“You’re so bloody oblivious, the pair of you, honestly.”
“I don’t-“ Fred huffed, immediately dismissing the idea that you would fancy him in any way. There was no chance. “I don’t understand.”
George, helpful as ever, just shook his head, chuckling as Fred rested his forehead on his hands. Neither of them spoke for a moment, but when someone cleared their throat next to him, he sighed.
“George, I’m-“
He stopped short when he saw you, with your arms cross and eyebrows raised. You were clearly unhappy with him. It was hard for him to care though when his words caught in his throat at the sight of you.
“You’re not George.”
“Why are you spying on me?”
“I’m not-“
“Fred.”
“I am Fred, actually.”
Your vaguely threatening expression made him rethink his approach.
“I’m not spying on you,” he insisted, throwing his hands up. “I’m just watching… closely.”
You rolled your eyes. As you looked at him properly for the first time since the incident, a strange feeling stirred in your chest. He was the same Fred he had been before; the same handsome features and the same five-steps-ahead ingenuity behind his eyes, but somehow it was all different. A very bad different. You sighed, turning to go back to your restocking when his hand caught your wrist. You frowned, your eyes trailing from his hand to his face, studying his almost surprised expression.
“It wasn’t a mistake,” he said, his eyes oddly sincere. You swallowed. “I’ve made a lot of mistakes-“
“I’ll say-“
“Can you not just listen to me?”
“Not when you’re acting so strange!”
“I’m acting strange? You’re the one that’s barely said a bloody word to me since we-“
“Fred!”
“Oh, give off,” he huffed, finally letting go of your arm. “George already knows.”
“You told him?”
“The whole family knows! Apparently, love, we aren’t as subtle as we think.”
You groaned, leaning back against the cash register and sliding down it until you hit the floor, rocking your head back against the wood.
“Is it really that bad?” he asked, pausing a moment before sitting next to you, your shoulders almost touching. You rubbed your eyes with your hands, thinking about Ginny’s reaction when she found out. It was a surprise she didn’t hate you already.
“It’s not the same for you, Fred. This is your family, it’s fine for you. But I’m just this girl that’s friends with your sister and probably should’ve been fired ages ago and they probably think I’m a right slag-“
He barked a laugh, his head tipping back and smacking against the register loudly. Had you not have found his consequent pout annoyingly adorable; you probably would’ve been able to keep your frustrated tone without a smile tugging at your lips.
“What is so funny about that?”
“Well, I mean, you don’t need to be worried about that, do you? You’ve always been a slag,” he said, laughing at your offended expression as you smacked his arm, unable to contain your own laughter.
“You’re such a cheeky git.”
“Oh, come on, Y/N, you were never just some girl. You’ve been a part of this family since you were fourteen.”
You didn’t say anything at that, not even when you felt his eyes carefully inspecting your side profile.
“And it wasn’t a mistake for me,” he said, softer this time. “It’s actually been a very long time coming.”
You sighed, drawing your knees up to your chest and biting your lip.
“It wasn’t for me either.”
It wasn’t until his knee hit against yours that you mustered up the courage to look at him, floored slightly by the sheer amount of emotion in his eyes.
“So, what now?” you whispered, raising an eyebrow. It felt foreign to be so vulnerable with Fred, but you found that you didn’t hate it as much as you thought you would.
“Well,” he said, pulling back his sleeve to look at the time. “We’ve got about twenty minutes till we open and an empty cupboard about,” he squinted. “Thirty feet away.”
You wanted to be mad at him; that was always your go-to emotion with Fred, but as you watched him grin with his bright eyes and his tongue between his teeth, all you felt was a familiar fondness for this stupid, obnoxious, annoying man. And even as you stood up and let him pull you to the broom closet, you couldn’t bring yourself to be mad about that either.
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okay i'm already procrastinating and i don't plan on sleeping any time soon so here we go.
☆ ✩ my personal ranking for every season 1 Sanders Sides episode. ✩ ☆
i think it's going to be pretty similar to @dukeofonions' but let's see if i find something new to contribute haha. i see you didn't include that one about Patton in the Big Game or whatever, so i'm not including it either xd. also i think i'm going to count Accepting Anxiety as one episode only.
edit: i finished and now i dare you to drink a shot of water every time i say the word spanish or a version of the word comfort and become very well hydrated.
#16 I'm in a Disney Show
(i agree with dukeofonions here) i always forget this episode exists. it was ok in terms of being happy for real life Thomas but as a Sanders Sides episode it didn't do anything. the sides were just giving their opinions but it wasn't very funny or interesting. also i'm bitter because it made me look up the episode he was in and i didn't like it at all. i don't know if i'm too old for those Disney shows now but Thomas was literally the only good part of it, everything else was really dull and boring imo. a waste of time.
however, Logan supporting clickbait is one of the funniest things ever, and i'll never forget it.
#15 Becoming A Cartoon
i didn't hate this episode but it was just .. meh.. you know? several factors contribute to this. one, i couldn't feel much nostalgia for Butch Hartman's shows because i watched them in Spanish, and everything feels really weird when they speak English, i don't like how my old cartoons sound in English. two, it was disappointing to me because we were all desperately waiting for Plot™ and instead they give us this short episode about nothing (oh how the tables have turned now it's the other way around haha). and three, i didn't like the style of the animation :/ their faces and expressions freaked me out, Roman's douchey face still haunts me.
#14 Way Too Adult
here i'm biased because i don't like Patton much, and i didn't back when i watched the series the first time either, so this video was a little disappointingwithout the rest. also it wasn't relatable to me because i am still too young and dependent on my parents haha. but Patton is funny and it's funny to laugh at Thomas' struggling.
#13 The Dark Side of Disney
i've never been a fan of Disney movies. i actually never watched Mulan or the Lion King or Aladdin as a kid, so meh. i liked the ending, though, it was cool to see Virgil have fun and be right for once. it does make me a bit uncomfortable because the way Thomas tries too hard with Virgil's mouth movements and his low voice reminds me of a guy that had made me v uncomfortable not long before watching that video. so an icky feel overall.
#12 A New Year of Lying to Myself
this video was actually kind of fogettable to me. i had a hard time connecting the voices in the song to the characters and idk. i don't love it nor hate it, just .. neutral.
#11 My True Identity
pretty much the same opinion as dukeofonions, again. it's a good introduction and it's good that it was the beginning of it all but on its own it's not very special. i think it's awesome on Thomas to have come up with such a clever idea, like choosing the dad, the teacher and the prince and putting them together and match them with thoughts?? that fit so perfectly?? it really is just very impressive when you think about it, that it was just a random idea he had for a short 5 minute video.
#10 Taking on Anxiety
i liked this video a lot because when i watched it i had recently been a lot on tumblr, and found out through relatable posts that i had anxiety. so watching this video was really fun and it made me happy to feel so seen, specially the intro when Thomas just talks about what it's like to have Anxiety and Virgil is so smug about it.
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okay now that those are out of the way things are going to get hard... all the following i love with all my heart so i'm going to rank them based on the smallest things.
#9 Growing Up
once more, Patton isn't my favorite. so that's why i'm putting this here, plus the echo at the end askjhsahg, but i love love this video. i remember we were waiting and oh so ready for the angst of nobody taking Patton seriously. and we received!! i love that though Roman and Logan are antagonists here, they're both so happy about Thomas wanting to have a healthy life. and i just adore the way Logan admits his mistake at the end and asks Patton directly. my heart... also aw.. the nostalgia. i remember none of us knew how to spell Patton's name and were writing it in very funny ways until Thomas and Joan told us lol.
#8 The Mind vs The Heart
when i watched this video the first times i didn't like it much, because i only had eyes for Virgil, but later i came back to it and loved it. so taking that into account i'm putting it here. logicality was the first ship i ever shipped in the show because i saw a gifset on tumblr of Patton screaming "what do you know about love?!" and Logan "apparently more than YOU" and the caption said "MARRIED", and i thought hey yeah... anyway. i love them. they're both my dads since that day.
this video is so so so relatable and i love it. Logan and Patton are so much fun arguing and i love how they compromise at the end and work together. im reconsidering.. i might move it higher? no, fine i'll leave it here.
#7 Making Some Changes
this video was absolutely hilarious. i personally couldn't see it as the Sides still once they were acted by Thomas' friends, i enjoyed it more as that bunch being silly and trying to be the sides but failing in so many ways, while sometimes nailing stuff suddenly. i really don't take this one too seriously as an episode. except Joan!Logan and Valerie!Logan, my beloved... i love how Joan acted as Logan and their voice and that they kept their ace ring on.. there's a reason i had them as my icon for so long. and Valerie looks a bit (a lot) like me with the glasses and dressed in dark colors, plus she spoke Spanish and there's .. no words to describe the joy i felt when seeing/hearing that. wait i'm getting emotional...
#6 My Personality Q&A
when i watched this Virgil was my favorite side and i didn't care much about the rest lol. when i heard his answers i related to him SO much it was scary, and also his voice is so soft and it was all very comforting. it was also when i first starting looking at Logan with more attention, because when he brought up Big Hero 6 and Fall Out Boy and said he didn't sing and would recite it like a poem? it only took a couple seconds but my brain said "me" and never went back.
now this video is a little underwhelming to watch for me, most of the appeal for me was in finding out the answers, and also watching it when we didn't know a lot about the sides. now we know more and want to know more so it's not as fun to me as it was first.
i wish so bad they'd do another one, although i know it would be more difficult with a much bigger audience, i think they can manage and i just need it. the chaos.. the energy.. they all being so savage with each other, learning little random facts about them you didn't expect.. i need it.
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oh boy top 5 here we go. the next three are practically a tie. i can't choose.
#5 Alone on Valentines Day
i love Valerie, and the idea of this video was perfect and so perfectly excecuted. every side just giving their crazy opinions on how to woo a random stranger, i laughed SO much. first with Logan speaking simlish out of nowhere? at that point i didn't know practically anything about the sims except that it was some video game and the whiplash of Logan going AYO and the rest killed me. then when Roman whipped out that dialogue in Spanish??? my life was completed. i've never felt more happy than i did in that moment gosh. just the hilarity of Roman's drama, the shock of them speaking Spanish suddenly like that, the absolute JOY of seeing a creator i like speak (may i say) perfect Spanish, the other characters' faces after that.. never been happier.
also the conclusion was so cute. Virgil solving the whole problem without wanting to. i loved it.
#4 Am I Original
i think this video speaks for itself. it was fun to watch them all do the ideas Roman had, plus Logan and Virgil nodding at each other, (i love them so much), plus the angst at the end of Roman's perfectionism, plus Roman's just perfect name. this video has it all.
i think Thomas posted it kind of late at night and i watched it at 7am in the classroom as i waited for my classmates to arrive and the class to start. (i usually was like 40 minutes early to school due to mom’s work). i had to contain my laughter and it wasn’t easy.
#3 Losing My Motivation
i started loving this video after a while, when Logan passed Virgil in the position for my favorite side. but once he did this episode was beautiful. it's so funny and i love Logan and Patton's dynamic so much. and the video also so damn relatable in general. i felt so seen with it because they named all the problems i have when procrastinating, down to Patton's vague explanation of his feelings, it's exactly how i feel every time i want to do stuff. and the plot twist! i can hear the dramatic sound effect and see how they all turn to Logan clearly in my head, and it always makes me smile. plus there's so much Logan angst that can be dug up and overanalized. i love to watch it over and over.
#2 Accepting Anxiety
this video was perfect. everything we wanted. we knew it was coming and it delivered perfectly, better than any fanfic done in the waiting time. the week between the parts was agonizing but in a fun way somehow. i remember precisely when i was watching part 2 in my living room. i screamed. and i cried, a lot. i was feeling terrible at that time in my life and Thomas was such a comforting presence and i can't begin to describe how this episode made me feel.
and later it is always fun to rewatch with all their different reactions to being in Virgil's room, the energy of that was on point. Thomas is such a great actor and the characters where just amazingly performed. plus it gave so much to talk adn think about, the idea of the rooms, lots lots of insight into the characters, foreshadowing, so much. it's just perfect i have nothing else to say.
#1 (for purely emotional reasons, ironically) My Negative Thinking
i think Accepting Anxiety is the best episode of the season objectively but my favorite is My Negative Thinking. because i love Virgil and Logan so much and seeing them argue together was and is great. the comfort.. i can't repeat that word enough throughout this post. it's such a soft video while not being overwhelming with Patton and Roman's outbursts. just quiet (mostly) and clear and with perfectly timed humour.
Logan my beloved.. learning spanish... helping me with my own anxiety.. and their debate was so good. and the fact that they were friends i- i can't. Virgil didn't think Logan liked him and Logan told him explicitly that he did and the casual softness of it i cant even. Logan is happy that he tried.. it's just marvelous. Virgil and Logan as best friends will always be my favorite pair, and their dynamic will always be what i strive for in any relationship i might form, with both sides silently comforting each other within their own limits and realistic perspectives. so nice.
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so yeah. that's all. thank you if you read all the way up to here. ♡ ♡ ♡
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Ooooh defs 24 for Harrisco with the hair thing. Pretty please with a cherry on top? This ship just doesn't have enough fics in my opinion....
A/N: I also agree this ship doesn’t have enough fics! Harry and Cisco deserve more love. I rewrote this one several times, I don’t know why it took me so long to figure out what I wanted to do with this one, but I hope you enjoy the finished product!!
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Harry and Cisco were having drinks in the lounge.
Harry had no scientific intelligence left but at least he could still mix a mean cocktail. So Cisco and Harry sometimes found themselves, these days, catching up with each other in the STAR labs lounge.
"I never thought to make one of these on earth 2. Everything over there is so…" Harry motioned vaguely with his hands. "streamlined."
"I like our little lounge. Even if it is questionable at best for workplace productivity." Cisco admitted "like the couch? Super comfy."
"Is it?" Harry asked.
"Come on."
Cisco grabbed Harry by the arm and dragged him to the couch. They collapsed together, thoughtlessly, their bodies squishing next to each other as they sunk into the couch.
Very quickly, they were much closer or at least it felt that way.
“Comfy?” Cisco asked
“Very comfy,” Harry smiled sidelong at Cisco.
Harry tried to reach one arm out behind Cisco to rest on the back of the sofa but instead his hand caught curls and Cisco gasped lightly.
"Shit I'm sorry," Harry started, his fingers combing through Cisco's curls, starting to detangle them. He tugged hard again clumsily and Cisco gasped, louder than the first time and looked at Harry with wide eyes.
Suddenly Harry's tangled hand was cradled gently against Cisco's scalp. "I'm sorry, I'm caught, I don't want to pull your hair,"
Cisco leaned into Harry's touch reflexively and caught himself letting his eyes flutter shut before snapping them back open to focus back on Harry.
"Let me see," Cisco tried to turn his head and see Harry's knotted fingers but it was no use.
Harry's hand was still cradled gently against Cisco's skin and the more Cisco tried to turn his head the closer his face got to Harry’s wrist. He had the sudden, unnerving instinct to lean forward and press closed lips against Harry’s pulse point. The thought shocked him so much so that he looked at Harry with surprised eyes.
“I didn’t move! Did I tug your hair again??” Harry exclaimed, defensive.
“I can’t untangle you, I’m giving myself whiplash just trying to see.” Cisco dodged the question
Suddenly then, Harry was tugging Cisco forward by the back of the neck where his hand was still tangled. It was gentle - but forceful. The motion was so intimate, Cisco found his eyes sliding closed again. When he snapped them back open, Harry’s eyes were narrowed.
“Just reach back and help me untangle the knot I’m in, if I pull your hair out I know I'll be running for my life.” Harry’s eyes still assessed Cisco through tight pupils, but Cisco rolled his eyes and reached back to try to help Harry untangle himself.
When their hands touched Cisco took a deep, shuddery breath and Harry stiffened. “Can you see where you’re stuck?” Cisco asked
“I think it’s my sleeve, but I can’t really tell.” Harry’s voice was lower and raspier than it had been a second ago. He leaned his face close to Cisco’s neck, trying to see where he was caught. He brought Cisco a bit closer, guiding him by the back of the neck again. Harry’s thumb rubbed a gentle, absentminded circle at the edge of Cisco’s neck and the younger man squeaked a sudden exclamation of surprise.
The way he jumped, tugged Harry’s hand, thus tugging his hair and instead of wincing, Cisco was surprised to hear a low whine come from the back of his throat.
Cisco blinked his eyes open again in surprise and Harry’s eyes had gone completely black. Harry tugged Cisco forward by the back of the neck, just one more time, the most forceful of all of his motions so far that evening, and then they were kissing and Harry had both hands tangling themselves in Cisco’s curls.
He gave another gentle, experimental tug where he had originally been stuck and Cisco hummed appreciatively, pressing his own hands up into Harry’s hair. His hand slid from softly tracing the lines on Harry’s throat, up to brush his cheek and then tangle themselves into the little waves at the top of Harry’s head.
Harry had two full hands fisted into Cisco’s hair and they were becoming dangerously horizontal when they both realized, as if simultaneously, that they were still in the STAR labs lounge.
“I hope this doesn’t happen in here too often.” Harry whispered into Cisco’s ear, his lips trailing lazily down to kiss Cisco’s neck.
Cisco chuckled, soft and surprised. “Can’t speak for Barry and Iris, but this is definitely my first STAR labs lounge make-out session,”
Harry laughed and pressed a softer kiss to Cisco’s forehead. Cisco felt his stomach drop from the casual intimacy of the gesture, even though there was little heat behind Harry’s lips. “We can’t stay here, Cisco,”
“Come to my apartment with me.” Cisco asked, suddenly.
“Alright,” Harry smiled, glib. “Can I get my hand stuck in your hair again, when we get there?”
Cisco rolled his eyes and batted at Harry’s chest playfully. “Careful, you’re gonna get yourself uninvited.”
“You wouldn’t,” Harry exclaimed “Not after I took your STAR labs lounge make out session virginity!”
“Oh my god, HARRY!”
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Fic: Into The Night
This was SUPPOSED to be posted around @nekoaimy BD and Halloween, but then LIFE happened.
With my OWN BD coming up, I felt this was still good to post. Might write more to this one day. For now just a one off. Inspired by artwork aimy did, but with the added twist of Halloween costumes - lol.
Ford stands by the punch bowl grousing and feeling like an idiot. The first is because he's being forced to attend a Halloween party he doesn't want to. The second is because he's dressed like a cat.
Okay, not a complete cat. There's no tail, thank god - but a black headband with felt black ears was slapped on to his head and painted black whiskers were slanted on his cheeks - a little black dot on the tip of his nose.
The culprit? One Stanley Pines, worst twin (EVER) extraordinaire. Maybe a bit overdramatic, true, but this is all Stan's fault.
Ford had been minding his own business in their shared room when he'd been ambushed. What started off as a normal wrestling match between brothers resulted in Stan pinning him down, painting Ford up with their Mom's eyeliner and him begging Ford to join him at Rachel McCarthy's party.
Mainly because Stan is now eyeing Rachel after the whole Carla fiasco and why Stan wants to date anyone is beyond him.
...alright, this is not entirely true either. Ford gets why dating might be fun, but considering who he'd like to date, well...
Ford can easily say having six fingers on each hand is the least freakish thing about him. Not that Stan will ever, ever, ever, EVER know that. Nor will anyone else. Ford will take his secret shame to the grave.
Grave. Halloween. How fitting.
Regardless, Stan tossed the cat get-up on him, begged him to go to this thing, and now here Ford stands, everything full circle.
Stan, for his part, seems to be having a grand old time. Their mother's green eyeshadow is powdered all over his face and his hair has been lightly slicked down. Screw bolts have been tacked to either side of his neck to complete the monster ensemble and frankly, Ford worries about what kind of adhesive his twin used to accomplish this.
It wouldn't be the first time Stan got something almost permanently stuck to him. Ford keeps hoping for a last, but knows that will probably never happen...lovable, infuriating fool...
Ford really does need to start thinking seriously about looking into colleges. He's been playing Stan, saying he'll join him on their ship, but he knows that's a recipe for disaster.
Stuck alone on a ship with the object of his forbidden desires? Yeah, thanks but no thanks. Sure, Stan will be sour about the whole thing, but better they part then Ford potentially do something unforgivable.
Like kiss the breath out of the big, handsome, stupid-!
"Bro, what are you doing?"
Ford snaps out of his thoughts as Stan approaches him. He blinks and tries to be normal, "Nothing "
"Exactly. Nothing," Stan throws an arm around him, shakes him amiably, "Come on, join the party! You're next to the punch bowl - grab a drink, mingle, have fun!"
Ford carefully extracts himself from his brother's grip, frowning, "I agreed to come with you, Stanley. Not engage in the festivities. The punch is heavily spiked, there's no one here I wish to talk to, and this is miles from what I would constitute as 'fun'."
“Aw, don’t be like that, Sixer! Loosen up!” Stan pulls a face, bottom jaw jutting out, eyes rolling upwards as he growls, “Frankenstein say party gooood.”
“...you know you’re not Frankenstein right?”
“What’re you talkin’ about?” Stan tugs at one of the bolts, “Think I did a pretty good with the costume last minute an’ all...”
“Frankenstein is the name of the main protagonist in the novel, Stanley. The doctor. The creature he creates is not, in point of fact, named Frankenstein.”
Ford once again questions how he can love someone who can give him such a blank face only to follow it up with a raspberry and an eye roll, “Yeah, like anyone past nerds’ll think of that.”
“Are you calling me a nerd?”
“I’ll call you whatever you want if, you know,” he wiggles his eyebrows, “You play it a lil’ cooler.”
Ford scoffs, “And why on earth should I do that?”
“Because you’re bringing people down, man,” Stan whispers this to him as if it’s a terrible secret, “Missy Caldwell told me that Rachel was thinkin’ about busting out some kissin’ games! You know, like Spin the Bottle and Seven Minutes in Heaven and the like. but then she saw you over here, looking like the kid picked last for dodgeball and it kinda killed the mood!”
Ford looks over to see that Rachel is, indeed, standing with Missy and a large group of girls. They are whispering to one another and looking in his direction. Rachel, in particular, is wearing a sort of judging expression. The fact that Stan would take her concerns over his...
And why shouldn’t he? His thoughts whisper. You’re his brother. You’re supposed to have his back. Be there for him as much as he’s there for you. He wants to kiss Rachel. It’s normal for him to want to kiss Rachel. He can’t know that you want to kiss him. He should NEVER know that. Should never even consider it.
Ford knows his thoughts are correct. They are smart. Logical. Everything he has always vowed himself to be. And yet...
...and yet.
“Look, just...” Stan waves at his face, “Give ‘em a smile. A little sign that you’re fine.”
Ford doesn’t feel much like smiling, but he gives it his best shot. It must be pretty bad, because Stan winces, “Yeesh.”
His lips drop, “No good?”
“You look like you just chugged the kool-aid at a cult meetin’.”
That actually gets a genuine smile, a laugh, and Stan beams, pointing at him, “See? That’s much better!”
Ford shakes his head, “What can I say? You always manage to get a rise out of me.”
The words leave and he feels a whiplash of heat wash over him. Shoot! Was that too suggestive? Apparently not, because Stan’s grin just grows, “That’s my job, bro! Keepin’ you from being too stuck in the mud! Now come on...”
He puts a big arm around Ford’s shoulders and drags him over to the group of girls. Rachel appears much mollified now, as do Missy and the others. They’re all girlish giggles and coquettish smirks and Rachel sends some of the gals to collect the other boys, to set everything in order for a game of Spin the Bottle.
While she does this, Stan drags Ford to one side again, hissing, “Alright, Sixer - now’s the time I need your big brains.”
“Wh-? How-? Why?” Ford stumbles over the questions, because as far as he can tell, they’re all intrinsically linked together. Stan explains, “You can like, tell me the best way to spin the bottle. Use maths and wind velocity and science to tell me how best ta make sure it lands on Rachel.”
“I...” Ford starts, but then someone walks up to them. It’s Becky Gilmore, another girl from Rachel’s pack, and she bats her eyelashes at them as she plays with a strand of her dark hair, “Hi! Hey, uh, can-can I talk to Stanford for a sec?”
“He’s Stanford,” Stan points to him even as Ford says, “I’m Stanford.” Both sound surprised as they give this information, but Becky is unfazed, “Um, yeah - I know. Look, can I just-?”
She sneaks out one slim hand to grab at one of Ford’s wrists, dragging him away from Stan who - clearly thinking this is a good thing - gives his brother a big smile and two thumbs up. Once out of Stan’s earshot, Becky says brightly, “’Key, so, Rachel’s like, all about your brother. Like, he has acne and whatever, but she totally wants to kiss him.”
Ford does his best to parse her words, separating the good from the bad, and doing his oh, so best not to comment on the bad, because it really gets his goat, teeth on edge at the acne remark. But Becky, clueless, just continues on, “I think maybe she’s trying to make Joey jealous, ‘cause I know they broke up about three weeks ago and she’s pretty sure he’s running around with Cheryl Manchino and we all know about Cheryl Manchino-”
(Actually, Ford knows nothing about Cheryl Manchino.)
“-but my point is, we definitely need to get your brother to lock lips with Rachel, but with the way the circle’s looking that might be problematic with you there, not to mention I mean, you’re - I mean, you’re cute and all and totally smart but like, I mean, I would never want to offend you or anything, but, okay - you get what I’m saying, right?”
Ford, amazingly, does get what Becky is saying.
His face colors and he hides his hands behind his back and feels like complete trash. Becky, seeming to pick up on this somewhat, lightly taps one of his shoulders, “Aw! There, there, kitty kitty! You wouldn’t’ve enjoyed this game anyway, right?”
“...no.” his voice is so soft as to be near silent, “I suppose not.”
“Great!” Becky returns with the same amount of sparkle she uses on the cheerleading field, “Then how’s about you set your brother riiiiiight-” she drags the word out as she looks around the circle, before pointing to a certain spot, “-there! Rachel and us girls are going to make sure the bottle picks him for sure. And you can stand on the sidelines in case we need an assist, ‘kay?”
Ford nods numbly and Becky bounces off. When he returns to Stan, he does his best to play stoic.
He fails miserably.
“Whoa,” Stan breathes, “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.”
“That ain’t ‘nothing’,” Stan says pointing at his face, “That’s ‘Crampelter gave me shit’ face and he ain’t here. So? What is it?”
“I told you,” Ford hisses, “Nothing.”
“What did Becky say to you?” Stan asks and there’s such heat in the question. Anger and accusation and Ford pushes up his glasses and pours on the ice, “It’s not important. You’re going to miss out on the game, Stanley. Now, you asked for my help and considering the curvature of the bottle and the state of the floor I would suggest sitting-!”
“I suggest you tell me what she said before I make a scene,” the words sizzle out of Stan’s mouth and close to Ford’s ear, nearly scalding it and Ford can feel the barely leashed fury rolling off his brother in waves and he starts shaking his head, “You know, maybe I just don’t want to talk about it, Stanley! Did you ever think of that?”
Stan actually stands up straighter, looking startled, “Holy shit...what did she say?”
Ford lets out an aggravated breath and points to the exact spot Becky indicated, “You want your kiss? You want Rachel? SIT. DOWN. THERE. I’ll be outside!”
With that said, Ford exits the house. He starts walking down the neighborhood street, but he doesn’t get far before he’s being yanked back, Stanley’s hand turning him around roughly, “Just where the hell do you think you’re-?!”
“DO YOU WANT TO KISS HER OR NOT?!” the shout escapes Ford before he can leash it and it seems to echo in the empty streets. Thankfully Rachel’s neighbors seem to be tucked in for the night and no one left her house to follow them.
Stan, regardless, shushes him even as he seethes, “Not more than I want to know whatever the hell is up with you! You’ve been sulking all night, Sixer - hell, you been sulking the past couple of weeks if we’re gonna be honest about it!”
Ford looks down at his feet, kicks at the pavement even as Stan charges on, “Then Becky pulls you aside and whatever she says seems to be the last straw and I don’t get-!”
“She said I shouldn’t play, alright!” Ford snaps, “She said I should-should sit the game out and that Rachel wants to kiss you and-and...” he falters, drops off, because he doesn’t want to hurt Stan’s feelings.
He doesn’t want to tell him about the comments on his acne or how he might just be a ploy in some plot to make someone jealous because he does want his brother to have something nice - even if it’s fleeting, “And you should go back in there and get what you want!”
“...Becky said you shouldn’t play?”
“She-she figured I-I wouldn’t enjoy it anyway and she’s...she’s not wrong...”
“No,” Stan breathes in loudly through his nostrils, his hands curling into fists, “She’s wrong. She’s very wrong and if she wasn’t a girl, I’d pound her right in the face!”
“Stanley,” Ford sighs, suddenly very, very tired, “You shouldn’t want to pound anyone in the face. Boy or girl. And certainly not for my sake.”
“Whose sake would it be for then?” Stan returns, “I’ve told you time and time again, I’m here for you. I’ll protect you, I’ll-!”
“You won’t always be there for me, Stanley.”
This remark stops Stan short. Makes his eyes widen in alarm, “What-? What does that mean?”
“...I think you know.”
“I sure as fuck don’t!”
“Language, Stanley.”
“Fuck your language!” Stan growls and comes closer. He gets in Ford’s personal space and Ford can feel the heat radiating off him. He’s very much the monster he’s dressed as - exuding power and force and deadly seriousness as he looks at him, “I will always be there for you. Always.”
Ford lets out a sad, watery sound. He looks away and there’s a restless wind that seems to rise up, to play with his hair and suddenly Stan touches his chin, directs his face back to him, “Look at me.”
The touch is clearly just meant to direct his eyes, but Ford feels it zip throughout his entire central nervous system, feels it shoot out his toes as he looks into Stan’s eyes and his twin says, “Stanford, you ain’t never got to keep anything from me. Alright? You ain’t gotta hide or-or keep to yourself. Thinkin’...thinkin’ maybe now this is why you’ve been poutin’ so much lately, huh? You think we’re going to be apart?”
“Stanley...”
“That I’m not going to be there for you? Because I will be, Sixer. Always and forever. You should know that.”
Another sigh, “Rachel...”
“She’s just some broad,” Stan promises, and then, with a chuckle, “A cute one, but just the same. She’s not as important as you are. Never will be.”
“You-” Ford swallows around a big lump in his throat, his heart aching, “You shouldn’t say things like that.”
“Why not? You’re family.”
And it’s that, that last word, that helps Ford grab a hold of his senses. He gulps and lets out a shaky laugh, “Uh, yeah - yeah. I am. And, uh, as your family - I...I think you should go back in there. Get your big kiss.”
Stan seems to thinking it over, but more for show than anything, as he cracks with a laugh, “Nah, forget it. Plenty of fish in the sea.”
The breath that leaves Ford sounds as if he’s pushing off a sob. Which makes sense. Ford feels like sobbing. He feels strangely vulnerable and exposed. More so when Stan just. Keeps. Pushing. “’Sides, if they’re not going to let you play...”
“I told you,” Ford manages weakly, pathetically, “Becky wasn’t wrong. I don’t want to play.”
Stan doesn’t say anything for awhile and it’s good. It’s great. Ford can feel his lungs filling with air, can feel his sanity returning, can feel himself pushing away from the ledge of tears. Stan didn’t mean for the things he said to sound so-so romantic. So much what Ford wants to hear.
He was being a good brother.
Ford wants to do the same - needs to do the same.
But then.
“Stanford, any...any of those girls would be lucky to kiss you...”
And that’s it.
It’s the funniest thing.
That’s the thing that breaks Ford. That’s the thing that pushes him over that ledge. That’s the thing that leads him to cry out, “I don’t WANT to kiss THEM, Stanley! I WANT-! I want-!”
And Stan’s looking at him as if he’s never seen him before. As if Ford is some stranger - raving and demonic and he is - he truly is. Because with an anguished whimper, he grabs Stan and forcibly tugs him over. He seals his lips over Stan’s.
He kisses him.
He kisses him.
Ford kisses Stanley.
The sound of pure shock that leaves Stan sears Ford’s soul and Ford catches a glimpse of Stan’s eyes - big and round and white. Startled. Stunned. Maybe even terrified. So he closes his own as he brushes his tongue against his twin’s inert mouth, as he eases just so between the seam of them to get the taste he’s always feverishly dreamed of and then-!
Ford pushes him away as hard as he can, as hard as he tugged him over to begin with. He pushes him away and with a choked ‘I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.’ he runs. He runs and runs. He runs off into the dark Halloween night and prays that Stan will forget what happened.
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ooo if youre willing you could maybe write about the first kiss or first confession or both (pardon my greedy self) either is fine id love to see more moriarty x reader. THANK YOUU
Im sorry the waiting! Albert's part will be on another publication as it didn't fit inside this one
William
The music and the chatter of the nobles was obnoxious at best and the ship moved a bit too much to your liking
" Could you remind me why we are acting as a couple for this mission? As far as I remember moneypenny could act this part flawlessly and I could be staying home today" you questioned williams while still hooked to his arm
" Miss Moneypenny is a busy person, she isn't available all the time. You on the other hand…" williams didn't seem like he thought too much about your question, mesmerized by the stairs
" Williams james moriarty,Are you suggesting I do nothing all day long?!" You whisper-yelled at him. You weren't in a great mood that day. first, moran dirtied the dress you wanted to use and had to do some needle work with another dress for it to look good enough, but then louis had tripped and spilled tea in the dress you just fixed and had to go buy another dress at last minute with the only person available, williams who seemed specially picky about the dress
" You know that isn't what I wanted to say, why don't you go for a drink?" Williams suggested, hoping the walk would calm you down and you left looking like you were ready to bite someone's head off if they talked to you.
" He is a mathematician"
By the time you reached the table you couldn't hear them anymore but you could see them, the boy seemed like the type to show off often but over all he looked like a good boy. What stung your heart a little were the pretty girls who were by them, even if your relationship was only for this case your crush for Williams was true. When you thought of him falling in love with you it seemed impossible but when you were changed by one of the girls it seemed more likely that you wanted to admit.
" Well, he should get a girlfriend and see if I care" you started drinking from the champagne glasses the waiters were giving ' where did he find such a pretty ring? I know he wants to make this look real but this seems like a bit too much, how much did it cost even?' You thought while looking at the ring in your left hand, a red diamond in a gold band. After finishing one glass of champagne you left it on a tray and grabbed another two.
You were making your way to williams' side " Liam, I brought some champagne, do you want?" You already were extending your arm to give it to him " could you introduce me to your acquaintance here?"
" He is a detecti-" williams said but was cut
" You can call me sherlock young lady~" sherlock introduced himself holding your hand and kissing it and smiling " a single detective who may be looking for a roommate"
"Hahaha, for now I'm an engaged woman" you let go of his hand and got closer to fix his tie"but ask me again and I might say yes, darling"
Williams stepped in separating Sherlock from you " Well detective, I shall also try analyzing you" Williams said bringing a hand to his chin " you look like you play violin, but not necessarily a musician. You seem to be in a good physical state and... prefer hand to hand combat " he stepped ahead to inspect him closer " additionally you conduct science experiment but hate your own drug dependence" williams stared at his eyes before continuing " obviously a graduate from Oxbridge and, by the way you talk as if you know everything, you must be really proud of your background, mother specially"
" How did you know?" Sherlock kept looking in his eyes smiling coyly
"Isn't it obvious?" Shot back williams half smiling then he turned to you " why don't we go for some fresh air? Love " williams wrapped his arms around your waist and almost dragging you outside
"That wasn't necessary, williams" you fixed your skirt " what did you want to talk about?"
" I calculate in 15 minutes the main character will do his kill. As soon as I notify you go look for moran and fred and wait for the body to be thrown , did I make myself clear? You know where they are?" William fixed a hair behind your ear
" Yes, williams" you rested against a wall " but there is still some time, why did you have to whisk me away,I was having fun"
" We are married, those types of comments shouldn't be made in public or in any case should be directed to me" he stood by your side while looking at the moon
" Cut me some slack, he would have taken it as a joke so no harm was made! Plus this marriage isn't going to last longer than this trip" you sighed
Williams looked at you " this trip?"
"As soon as we finish this mission we won't be a pair 'help me kill this noble' you said' you toyed with the ring
" Perhaps I didn't make myself clear. We are married for this case, and the next, and the following, to the end of this year and the next and the following years" he propped on his arm " did I explain myself correctly this time"
" You can't just decide that by yourself "
" But you are in love with me, I didn't think you would have anything against the arrangement. Plus in your diary you didn't seem too disgusted by the idea"
You jumped " you read my diary?!"
Williams laughed softly " not really, I was just theorizing but it seems like I was right" your face felt hot " so? Are you going to accept my proposal this time"
" No" you said sharply
" Do you think i don't like you?"
"Mhn"
"I really like you."
" Yeah, sure" you turned around and entered the ship but he grabbed you by the wrist and kept you close
" I love you. I truly do, from your dreamy eyes in the morning, to your stupid mannerisms when you are nervous or I get too close, how you always make a point to help the others when they are in need." Williams seemed really composed and confident in himself when he started but as he went on his voice slightly cracked.
Williams pressed your foreheads together and you kissed him wrapping your arms around his neck. For a second he didn't know how to answer the unexpected kiss but he grabbed your head to deepen the kiss. After you two had to stop kissing you were trying to catch your breath while looking at each other
" Yo, lovebirds, are you done? The main character already went to his room with the dude"
You almost killed moran that night
louis
"Letter for miss YN" the lady's handmaid stood by her side handing a little envelope closed with a crimson wax seal
"I'm busy right now, put in on the desk"
" You told me to notice you in case of a letter arriving from the moriarty house" YN turned her neck so fast lily feared she would have whiplash "but it seems you are too busy now, i will have to set it aside-"
" Give me!" YN practically jumped over the maid but she dodged the lady " who sent it? What does it say?"
The older woman giggled and turned around" now I don't want to tell you!"
" Lily, you are mean! At least tell me what it says"
The short woman read the letter, it was short and straightforward. "It seems the duke Moriarty has asked for your presence at his manor, the reason is simply put as 'an old business we left unfinished."
" Lily pack your things up, we are going to stay for sometime time"
" As you wish"
And some hours later the two women had each one two suitcases and were ready to board the carriage that was decorated with the noble's family emblem.
" Milady I will have to stop at one business before going to the manor" despite the young lady disliking the formal way of talking towards her she brushed it aside given that the coachman could hear the maid talk in an 'improper' way that could bring her troubles
" You are stopping by the dressmaker?"
" Indeed, I might need a few favors that she owes me"
" Should I send the carriage for you before tea or after?"
"There will be no need, I am going to return on my own accord"
The rest of the trip was dead silent, either of them wished to speak nor needed to, as they understood each other without the need to break the beautiful silence that surrounded them.
They arrived at the first stop, a dirty corner where there are a lot of signs, ones promoting hair medicine, others for brothels and some others about the ale that came to the nearest bar. That lily insisted on coming was making her go crazy
" Are you sure you need to do this now? We could go tomorrow morning at broad daylight" Lily didn't even listen to her Lady's complains as she dragged her skirts out of the carriage and grabbed her baggage
" Madam, I was raised here, nothing bad will happen. Don't worry" her smile and voice was comforting to certain point but it didn't ease the belief that she was lying to calm the younger woman down a little
" Please take care. I'll meet you at the moriarty state"
And so the trip began again and she let herself daydream. wondering why did the moriarty call for her presence, the ways she helped them didn't call for her to be near, did someone catch them and needed to run away? Or to fake one of their deaths? The possibilities worried her to the point of neglecting the reality.
It was a few minutes before the clock striked eleven that the coachman snapped YN out of her trance.
" We arrived" the old man didn't meet her eyes as he announced the end of the trip
" Thank you very much, sir" YN rushed to thank the old man before taking her suitcase and carry the leathery case to the main door
Letting the leather of her suitcase hit the ground she sighed and leaned back looking at the lion knocker and knocking twice. After a few minutes she was getting impatient and took the key from the envelope, good thing they sent a replicate.
Stepping inside and leaving her baggage by the door YN wondered inside the house, the card told her to settle down and choose one room by her own of there was nobody there
" Hello? Albert? Louis? Williams? Is anybody home?" And turning one corner you could see a beautiful flight of stairs
" Oh miss? I didn't know you would be coming" louis was standing on top of the stairway rest with a broom
" I received a letter asking for me to stay for a time" she looked around, wondering if they were alone" Your brothers?"
" They went to arrange the new show, another homicide noble. As always" louis resumed his work cleaning the stairs " please make yourself home and choose a room, all the guest rooms in the left hallway are clean and weren't chosen by anyone yet"
Yn stood at the bottom of the stairs "They left you to clean all of this alone? They are so mean."walking up the stairs to louis and taking the broom out of his hands she smiled at him "You know what? Lily has to arrange some things so let me help you clean"
" You don't really have to, i can take care of this" louis tried to take the broom from your hands but YN hugged it closer to her chest
" It wasn't a proposal. It was a fact" and she turned around leaving her back facing louis
Louis looked incredulous that YN would be so childish given her usual proper behavior " YN I have to clean. Can I-" and he tried to take it away from from her but she hit them away
" No!" And she skipped the steps from the stairway rest to the second floor " catch me if you can~" the woman teased him in a singsong voice before starting running.
Louis was astonished for a second before he began chasing after her " miss! I really want to end the stairs before dinner"
The chase didn't last long as the lady tripped with the red carpet and fell over a sofa. Louis knelt down next to her
" Are you going to give me the broom now? As much as I love you and this game of cat and mouse I have to finish cleaning the stairs. So give it to me"
The young woman weighed her options before smiling devilishly " Let's trade!" And she sat while keeping the broom close to her " One kiss and i return your broom"
Louis sat down and sighed defeated " you truly aren't going to give. up are you?" He was met with a little denial sound
" It isn't as if this was the first time we did it"
" One kiss and you will let me keep doing my job?"
" Yes"
Given the positive he wanted louis got near and grabbed her cheeks. After looking in her expectant eyes, Louis felt his face getting hotter the closer he got. It wasn't until YN could feel his breath on her soft skin that she feared he would pass out from embarrassment.
What seemed like minutes passed by and either of them moved, he was too mesmerized by her and she was taken by the look in his eyes. A few more seconds elapsed before YN started getting impatient leading to her to take the lead, grabbing both of his cheeks and guiding his face to her own.
Her lips brushed against his, softly and slowly before 'changing her mind' and returning to her place, teasingly looking up at him through her eyelashes, waiting for Louis to deepen the kiss. thing that didn't work out the planned way and ended up with louis hitting both of their noses. Louis almost died of embarrassment there
" If you didn't want to kiss just say so" she teased while playing with a lock of her hair, her nose slightly red
" It has been a while since we kissed" louis turned his head so yn couldn't see his blush " I am not accustomed to it"
" Then we should make you get used to it-" Louis was looking like an expectant dog, waiting for the kiss. " Later. I'm going to choose a room right now" and YN walked towards the stairs to go down
" YN" louis called out her name. The woman turned around. This time, Louis grabbed her head and kissed her, way rougher and sloppy than the first one but a kiss at the end.
One of her hands ended on his hair, lightly playing with it, with the other one on his chin, helping him position his head correctly. The kiss was inexperienced and messy but it was their reunion kiss, the first one in two years, filled with joy and relief of finally being together at last
When the kiss ended louis was out of breath and his hair looked a bit unkempt, even when he could barely talk he asked her
" Are you going to leave me again?"
" Louis" YN's eyes were filled with love " i don't plan on going anywhere soon" and she hugged him
He returned the hug with his arms around her hips " good, i wasn't planning on letting you go anywhere either way"
#william james moriarty#moriarty the patriot#yuukoku no moriarty#louis james moriarty#ynm#mtp#fem reader
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Pairing: Fred Weasley x Gryffindor!Reader
Summary: After you get tired of Fred targeting you in all of his pranks, he offers a bet to possibly put an end to it. Alas, all deals come with conditions attached.
Word Count: 2.6k
Warnings: Just a kiss, nothing too graphic.
a/n — I hope you guys like this! I decided to stray away from Draco one shots for a bit because I really like this idea. Let me know what you think of it!
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"Fred! George!"
The tranquility of the early morning was suddenly disturbed with your roaring yell. With bright pink hair laid wet against your neck and a thick bathrobe covering your skin, you stood with your arms crossed angrily at the stairs leading to the girls dormitory.
There was no movement upon your call. No pair of twins rushing to apologize or promise to fix what they had done. But yet again, you knew it would be a fool's game to try and get them to listen.
Storming down the stairs, you entered the common room without sparing another second. It didn't take long for you to notice the pair of orange heads sticking out among the group of sixth years. With a determined expression capable of intimidating a Dementor, you pulled them back by their collars, forcing them to face you.
"Now, which one of you thought it would be wise to put a pink hair potion in my shampoo," you spoke with gritted teeth, gesturing to your head. A couple of students tuned in their attention after seeing the commotion, so you weren't surprised to see a slight crowd forming.
There was a series of incomprehensible looks and murmurs Fred and George made to each other before they looked back at you with an amused grin. George then took the liberty to respond, not before receiving death glares by his twin brother.
"Why it's all Freddy over here- ow!" he paused to rub his elbow after the jab given by Fred. "He was the one who wanted to do it. Don't blame me!"
You turned your gaze to Fred upon his exposure, glaring at him with all your might while he met your stare with a lazy expression. You were furious — the potion slipped in your bottle was strong enough to withstand all of the spells you gave, so the prospect of living with pink hair seemed unfortunately too likely. But what exasperated you the most was the frequency of these pranks. It was only Wednesday, but this was already the fourth time you had to confront them for their misfit behaviour.
"Well, what do you have to say this time?" you hissed, watching his expression morph from unaffected to highly amused.
"That you took 'On Wednesdays we wear pink' a little too seriously."
You groaned as you tugged on your roots in frustration. Seeing as he is no longer needed, George walked off with loud laugh. Fred stood with his back leaned against the pillar and hands shoved deep into his pockets — a position you hate to regard as being unfairly attractive.
"Blimey, I'm just kidding Y/N. It'll fade away within a week, don't get your pretty face all twisted," he added with a wink, a side grin spreading across his mouth. "Anyways, I have a very simple way this could all end. A proposition, if you will."
You suddenly released your hair from your grip, and looked at him with curious eyes. You didn't know whether to trust him on this, but you figured you'd at least listen to what he had to say. The pranks and anticipation for the next one was beginning to feel exhausting. You craved your freedom back.
With a slight nod indicating for him to speak, Fred pushed himself off the wall and took a step in your direction. "I have a Quidditch game against Slytherin this Saturday. If they win; I'll leave you alone. No more pranks from me or my brother."
Your eyes perked up at his words. Already, you were seriously considering accepting. However, you knew bets have conditions attached, so you stopped to listen to the rest.
"But," he continued with a mischievous glint in his eyes, "if we win, you go to Hogsmede with me on Sunday. Deal?"
You were hesitant to accept his outstretched hand. On one hand, both options seemed favourable, as Fred has always been the one to catch your attention. However, the ambiguity of the second possibility left you worried. Who says the pranks will stop after your date?
Before you could dwell on the decision any further, you acted on the very recklessness that got you sorted into Gryffindor in the first place. You shook his hand with a confident smirk on your face. Merlin, please let Slytherin win just this once.
"Deal."
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By the time Saturday came, your hair resembled a deep violet as the pink began to fade into black. You had a hard time covering your hair throughout the week, as the cloak's hood only did justice outside of class. Many cheap insults were given whenever the teacher would walk away.
You sat in the Great Hall, mindlessly playing with your scrambled eggs while the rest of the Gryffindor table failed to contain their excitement. Loud chatter engulfed the area, and hardly anybody was sitting down properly.
"Ready to cheer us on today, Y/N?" Ron came out of nowhere, patting your shoulders roughly while taking the space beside you. He grabbed your toast and took a generous bite from it, making you swat his hand away.
You gulped tentatively at his question. You decided not to cheer for anyone today, but to silently hope for Slytherin to win. Of course, you didn't want to disappoint your housemates by arriving in green paraphernalia holding a Marcus Flint poster, but the last thing you'd want to do is boost Fred's ego by cheering for his team.
So, you merely gave a weak nod to assure Ron for the meantime.
"That's our girl!" he rejoiced, giving another one of his aggressive shoulder pats. At the noise, Fred turned his attention towards his brother, and grinned upon noticing you.
Fred got up from his spot and moved down the table, landing on the seat in front of you. Leaning in, he spoke in teasing manner, not bothering to lower his voice for the people around them.
"Are you ready for our date tomorrow?"
The area grew silent for a moment. All of the surrounding Gryffindors paused their conversations and stared at the two with disbelief. Your cheeks became crimson in an instant. The sheer nerve of his was going to be the death of you.
After getting over the initial shock, your eyes narrowed at the cocky boy. "Who says you'll win today?"
"Wait, you? And Fred? Dating? Merlin- when were you planning to tell me?" Ron squeaked, his wide eyes darting between you two. The commotion attracted Harry, Hermione, and the rest of the Weasleys to the scene, while the remaining Gryffindors merely stood back with shock.
"We aren't dating! I swear, he's just being a cocky little git, that's all," you piped up in reassurance. Still, you received questioning eyes from your peers. You suddenly felt the urge to crawl into a hole.
Ignoring the stares he's receiving, Fred's mischievous grin grew at the corner. "Not dating yet, but we will be soon."
This comment caused an uproar. There was a chorus of questions and encouragement targeted towards you two while you glared at Fred's openness. He merely shrugged in response, answering vaguely to whoever asked.
"Y/N, is this true? You're going on a date with Fred?" Hermione asked impatiently, accompanied by a curious Harry and Ginny. You groaned and buried your head into your elbows in a pathetic attempt to shield your blushing.
"It's only if he wins the bet," you murmured inside your arms. "If Gryffindor wins today, I have to go to Hogsmede with him tomorrow."
Ginny squealed at the adorableness the situation is. She, alongside the others, have always been subtly shipping you and Fred. She found the banter between you two endearing, or as she likes to refer to it, 'just like an old married couple.'
"Well then, I'll make sure to play my best today," Harry said with a teasing grin, earning a playful shove from you.
At this point, people were beginning to finish their breakfasts and clear out of the hall. While the Gryffindors gave one last encouragement to the players, you managed to slip out unnoticed, headed towards the common room to do some last minute revision before the game.
You took your time travelling down the deserted corridor. It was quiet, unlike the populated Great Hall and rowdy classrooms you usually find yourself in. You enjoyed being able to hear your own thoughts without disturbance, so you chose to savour the moment of tranquility you had right now.
But unfortunately, life doesn't always offer what you desire.
"What, escaping already L/N?"
Fred stood at the end of the hallway, his loud voice nearly causing you whiplash. He wore his signature lopsided grin as he approached your still figure.
"Please, I'm only leaving for a little bit. Miss me already?" you mocked, diverting your eyes from the smile he held which you knew was undeniably attractive. The close proximity between you two didn't help with resisting the temptation to jump him on the spot, but you somehow managed to stay on your two feet.
"Why yes, quite actually," he said nonchalantly, catching you off guard. At that moment, he took a couple steps closer to your direction, making you walk a bit back. It was a relief that it was a lengthy hall and there wasn't a wall directly behind to stop you, but that wasn't an issue for Fred. His arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you closer to him, leaving your faces merely inches apart.
You stood frozen where he held you, shocked at his abrupt gesture. His eyes scanned your face, taking in your widened eyes, parted lips, and deeply flushed cheeks. He almost smirked at the sight, before leaning in slightly closer to speak.
"I'm only kidding. I came back for something in the common room."
And with that, he retreated his arms back to his side and walked off, leaving you as a flustered mess. He is truly going to be the death of you.
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Once noon rolled in and the sun shined bright above Hogwarts, most of the school found themselves on the Quidditch field stands to watch the game. Gryffindor vs Slytherin is always a popular match to attend, given the high tension between the houses and the immense skill they both possess. Everyone had either red or green clothing to show support, with a couple exceptions of neutral Ravenclaws or Hufflepuffs. You, however, remained the only Gryffindor in the section wearing normal clothes.
Eventually, the teams flew in for a lap around the field as their supporters cheered in encouragement. As the Gryffindor team flew by the sidelines, earning a roar from the crowd, you happened to notice the wink Fred gave you before he passed. A blush appeared on your cheeks as you shook your head at his flirtatiousness.
Now, let the games begin.
The beginning of the match couldn't keep your attention. To be fair, no Quidditch games ever did, but the closeness of the scores left you with very little satisfaction. You wanted the snitch to be caught and over with, and for your fate to be sealed immediately.
Come on, Harry, find the snitch!
Wait, no, I should be hoping for Malfoy to find it. What am I thinking?
You shook the thought out of your head and decided to occupy yourself with the match before you'd begin considering which side you're on. You knew that part of yourself wanted Gryffindor to win so you go out with Fred tomorrow, but you chose to ignore that, claiming the lack of food is getting to your brain.
You wanted Slytherin to win. Right?
"Another goal for Slytherin! I guess, if we're ignoring that disgustingly obvious cheat- ow! I'm sorry professor. The score is 50-80," Lee Jordan commentated with a brief interruption from Professor McGonagall.
They're winning. This is good, right?
Yes, you thought to yourself firmly. You wouldn't let yourself sway your opinion. A date is not as important as immunity to their pranks, you would convince yourself.
Suddenly, the whole crowd became silent, before erupting into louder cheers. The snitch has finally appeared. Harry seemed to notice it first and make the sharp dive immediately, while Draco happened to notice his figure and catch up shortly afterwards.
This is it. The moment that will decide whether you go to Hogsmede tomorrow with Fred, or can finally live comfortably and without fear in the Gryffindor dormitory. And you didn't know which one you wanted more.
Draco and Harry flew neck to neck as they chased after the snitch. It seemed just a little over an arm's length away, which was convenient for Draco's long wingspan. His fingers reached only slightly further, granting him an advantage over Harry which, given the high stakes, meant all the world to you.
Slytherin was just about to win this.
Suddenly, George passed the bludger to Fred, and he whacked the hard ball straight towards Draco's head. It was fortunate that he noticed on time and was able to duck, but this meant that his flight was briefly stopped, leaving him just behind the Gryffindor seeker for a moment.
Harry had caught the snitch.
Your jaw dropped, lips slightly parted in shock as the cheers in your section became deafening. Gryffindor won. Which meant that you had a date with Fred, and your immunity was no longer solidified. And oddly enough, you weren't entirely mad.
As the team all flew to where Harry was to celebrate, you noticed Fred fly away from them and towards the stands. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you watched him lay his broom on the railing and stride up the emptying seats.
Before you knew it, Fred approached you, making you stand on your feet. Then, he kissed you, holding your waist close to him and tilting his head to meet your lips.
It didn't take long before you began kissing him back. You were unaware of why, but you knew you wanted this just as much as he did. You loved the feeling of his lips on your own, how his fingers danced along your waistline and electrified your entire body, how soft his hair felt in your fingertips, and how perfectly you two seemed to fit into each other's bodies. The sounds of gasps and whistles surrounding you felt muted, like it was only you and Fred existing at the moment.
It was only you and Fred existing at the moment.
Eventually, Fred slowly detached from the kiss, planting another small peck on your lips before fully pulling away. He had a lopsided smile in his face, while you had an idiotic grin to match. It was then when a cough next to you pulled you two back to reality.
Upon seeing the crowd surrounding the area, you two immediately detached your arms from its hold on the other and separated in embarrassment. He gave a small chuckle at the situation while you looked down with cherry cheeks and eyes squeezed shut. They, including the Gryffindor team observing from the railing, had watched the entire kiss.
Please kill me now.
Fred cleared his throat awkwardly and turned towards you. "So, tomorrow at 11?"
"Yeah, I'll meet you at the Great Hall."
"It's a date," he murmured before running down the stands to grab his broom. Without realizing it, your fingers hovered over your lips, and the playback of the kiss viewing in your head brought a dreamlike expression onto your face.
You couldn't wait for Sunday to come.
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clear waters
ship: not ship centric, background kunikidazai and shin soukoku
genre: pure fluff
prompt: the ada goes on a family outing
notes: the new chapter has caused me nothing but pain so i wrote another installment in the ada akutagawa series
Atsushi has offhandedly mentioned over lunch break that he had never been to a zoo.
Akutagawa had agreed with him, stating that he hadn’t either, and really had barely been around Yokohama.
Hearing that gave Dazai a pit in his stomach, truthfully, though he’d never say that aloud.
Akutagawa had been with the agency for a little over six months now, they had put their past behind them maybe three months ago.
Dazai had watched the other flourish from afar, watched him open up and feel happy.
Dazai had watched from afar, watching Atsushi and Akutagawa’s relationship develop, giving them little pushes now and then to the final product.
It went unsaid, but Dazai knew what they were to each other. They smiled freely with each other, exchanged small talk frequently over work, and other such things.
Akutagawa had a habit of bringing in hot chocolate for Atsushi whenever he went to get tea.
Dazai had had enough relationships to know what they were to each other.
He was just glad he managed to make it all come together…
Though other than that, the gentle pushes to a relationship, Dazai remained uninvolved with Akutagawa.
Perhaps it was just neglect, or subconsciously avoiding it.
Dazai could recall being dragged to the zoo a couple times by Elise…
“Gin always wanted to go,” Akutagawa explained, sipping at his tea as he looked back up at Atsushi, “Never had enough money, nor time… So it never happened.”
Atsushi smiled in return, “I had never left the orphanage until I was eighteen, I’ve been meaning to take Kyouka for awhile. I think she’d really like it, you know?”
“Then why don't we go?” Dazai said with a smile, from his position on Kunikida’s desk.
Kunikida glanced up at his spouse, brows furrowed in confusion.
“Do we have time for that?”
“Probably not!” Dazai replied, “But regardless, it should be a little family trip! Have a break, we can take the whole agency. I bet Fukuzawa-senpai wants to see the big cats~”
“I wanna see the penguins,” Ranpo proudly announced, “I’ll go ask him.”
“Ranpo, wait-” Kunikida said, though Ranpo had already left the room as the blond sighed and nodded.
“Give in~” Dazai said to the other, ruffling his hair gently.
Atsushi smiled once more, shaking his wrist with glee, “I’m gonna go tell Kyouka!”
He passed his cup to Akutagawa as he dashed for the other side of the agency.
Fukuzawa had, of course, agreed. Dazai knew he could rarely say no to Ranpo, led alone Kyouka, who was extremely excited for the trip.
The group took the bus into the Yokohama zoo and from there, split off into a couple of different groups.
Fukuzawa, Kyouka, and Ranpo immediately went off towards the aquatics section. Kyouka wanted to see otters, and Ranpo wanted to see penguins. Dazai is fairly certain Fukuzawa just wanted to see the other two happy.
Yosano, Tanizaki, and Kenji moved off into the reptilian section, with Kenji mostly leading the way, and Tanizaki clearly nervous.
That left Atsushi, Akutagawa, Kunikida, and Dazai together.
Dazai was fairly certain Kunikida wouldn’t let Dazai alone in a public ever, so he expected this.
Atsushi held onto Akutagawa’s hand, and led them out into the big cats section.
Dazai and Kunikida followed suit.
One way or another, Kunikida and Atsushi trailed off more towards the lions, while Akutagawa seemed mesmerized by the tiger exhibit.
Dazai stayed back, standing beside Akutagawa and watching him intently. He occasionally glanced back at the tiger exhibit, of the tiger just happily basking in the sun. A smile came to Dazai’s face.
“You like tigers?” Dazai asked, to which Akutagawa nodded.
“I thought you knew that,” he replied, looking down at the locket around his neck and fidgeting with it.
It was a golden heart locket, the chain tucked underneath the collar of his short sleeved white blouse. Dazai was pretty certain there was likely a photo of Gin inside the locket, since the two siblings separated, though he had never actually seen it. The most notable part about the necklace was more of the charm on it, next to the locket. It was a simple charm, half of the full yin and yang symbol, the dark side of it.
Dazai had seen Atsushi with the other half of the symbol, clipped onto one of his handmade bracelets that Kyouka had given him.
“Well, I assumed you did,” Dazai replied, half mindedly running a hand through his curls, “Though I thought I’d confirm.”
“Why?” Akutagawa asked, looking up at Dazai in confusion, “What does it matter?”
“Why not?” Osamu replied with a chuckle, “You’re a part of the agency now, you’re like family. Why shouldn’t I know some things about you?”
Ryuunosuke glanced away, looking back at the tiger with a face of dismay.
“... I’m not used to that.”
“Used to what?”
“People wanting to know me as a person, and not just a weapon,” Akutagawa explained, followed by a soft sigh, “There wasn’t a point to getting to know me when I was in the Port Mafia, most of the people I met there were more interested in my ability than my person. Now that I’m here, it feels like whiplash.”
“Ah, I thought the same thing,” Dazai mused, propping up his face in his hands, “I used to be so angry with everyone at the agency, I’m not sure why. Everyone was kind to me, and yet, I still thought everyone there was out to get me… I suppose there probably is a reason I could figure out if I dig deep enough in my memories, but that never goes well.”
“Mm,” Akutagawa hummed in response, nodding along, “It may be… Strange to me as well, because I had never really had a family before.”
“Oh?”
“I barely knew my parents, and I hated them,” Akutagawa said, followed by a slight laugh, “I had always wondered why they bothered creating my sister and I if they were never going to care for us… Regardless, I didn’t know them long, as you know, I grew up on the streets.”
“I remember,” Dazai remarked, “You looked like a drowned rat when Odasaku and I first found you. I just about had to apprehend you to get you to take a bath.”
A smile appeared on Akutagawa’s face as he instantly hid it behind his hand, followed by a laugh.
Dazai stops mid thought at the sight, a certain unnamed emotion making its way into his chest, as if being hit with a sudden understanding.
For the first time in the six or seven years Dazai had probably known Akutagawa, it was the first time Dazai had seen pure joy on the other’s face.
Not fear, not unease, not stress, not anger.
Pure, and unfiltered joy.
It was almost hard to comprehend, Dazai had known this kid since he was fourteen, maybe fifteen, and never seen a genuine smile.
He almost felt like a proud parent, having taken in this kid off the streets and cared for him enough to finally feel joy again.
… Is this how Odasaku felt, all those years ago?
“Dazai?” Ryuunosuke asked, looking up at the brunette with curiosity.
Dazai snapped out of his thoughts, of his own epiphany and gave Akutagawa a smile.
“Hey, let’s go find Atsushi, alright?” He said, ruffling the smaller one’s hair as Akutagawa gave a nod.
They left the tiger exhibit, and met up with Atsushi and Kunikida at the center of the room. Atsushi had ran for Akutagawa instantly, catching the other in a practically bone-crushing hug.
“Ryuu! There you are, I was just about to text you!”
“I don’t answer my texts ever, jinko.”
“Well maybe you should! I’d like to know where you are sometimes!”
“No.”
Dazai looked at the two and laughed, then looked up at Kunikida and gave him a wave.
“Did you have fun, mister honey bunny?”
Kunikida rolled his eyes, “Call me that again and I’ll divorce you.”
“You wouldn’t!”
“I might,” Kunikida replied teasingly, “But yes, it was interesting. I take it that it was the same for you?”
Dazai nodded, glancing back at Akutagawa, who was now being clung to against his will.
“Yes, definitely,” Dazai replied, happily, “I learned Akutagawa likes tigers.”
“Ha,” Kunikida remarked, rolling his eyes as he glanced at Atsushi and Akutagawa, “Never would’ve expected that.”
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migraine pt. 4 | tension
gif cred: @thestarwarsdaily
rating: mature
word count: 5.7k HOO BOY
warnings: ANGST ANGST ANGST EVERYONE IS ANGY, cursing, descriptions of vomiting and a panic attack, mentions of death, mentions of trafficking
a/n: I KNO THIS TOOK A LONG TIME .. AND I'VE BEEN STARING AT IT FOR HOURS. THANK U ALL FOR BEING SO SO SO PATIENT AND THANK U TO ALL THE PEOPLE WHO LEFT LOVELY COMMENTS ON BOTH TUMBLR N AO3 <3
I really really appreciate you guys. As someone who doesn't consider herself a writer by any means, it's nice to know that people enjoy the stories I tell. I had a LOT of trouble with this, but the rest of the story is planned out so I'm hoping there won't be as long a break in between chapters again! we've got about 3 parts left :))
summary:
"Maybe you don’t hate him as much as he thinks.
Maybe you miss him as much as he misses you. Maybe you also long for him in the late hours of the night, replaying moments of your lives together over and over and over in your head. Maybe you didn’t regret taking this job. Maybe, just maybe, you will forgive this broken man and let him in your heart’s home once again."
Wherein wounds are reopened, split, and burned alive.
parts 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6
ao3 link / masterlist
Detective Ira Volskaya was a shady guy. Incidentally, he was also your client.
He couldn’t have been much older than you were, but years of police work and crime stopping have weathered him into a brooding, suspicious man with greying hairs and droopy, tired eyes. You and Mando ended up far away from the city center of Coruscant, Volskaya insisting that collection took place in an abandoned warehouse. Judging by how secretive this all was and how strict the detective was on his instructions, you figured that this little exchange wasn’t “in line” with Security Force policy.
As Mando spoke with Volskaya, you helped unload Khan’s slab onto the docking station for his men to take away. Once they had it down the ramp, you walked over to them, catching his attention.
Taking a puff of his cigarra, he narrows his eyes and nods at you, “She wasn’t with you last time.”
“She’s just–”
Mando’s head darted between the two of you, hesitating.
“A coworker,” you cut in sharply.
The detective pursed his lips in suspicion, but left it alone. Instead, he turned to the briefcase at his feet, handing it over to Mando. As he double checked the amount in the case, your eyes caught Ira’s men loading the carbonite slab onto a speeder. Your mind drifts back to something Mando said on the Slipstream.
“he’s wanted for running multiple sex trafficking rings throughout the galaxy…”
You look back at the detective, “What’s going to happen to the rest of Khan’s operation?”
“We’re hoping that his capture will cause a fracture in his little empire. Break up the chain of command and let it die out.”
Volskaya takes another drag and sighs, smoke curling off his lips, “But with the new intel that’s come in, there’s a chance it’ll create a power vacuum. A lot of people wanted him dead. Someone new could easily take his place.”
Your stomach twists as you remember Aayn’vida trembling on the bathroom floor. There are probably still thousands of girls like her, just as scared and helpless. It makes your mouth go sour.
As if sensing your discomfort, Mando shuts the case abruptly.
“It’s all here. Let’s go.”
You kept repeating to yourself that nothing would satisfy you more than to get off this planet and move on from anything that had to do with Khan Horne. But there was a scathing pull at the back of your mind that tugged with each step closer to the Crest. Your gaze darted between the case in Mando’s hand, the slab on the speeder, and Ira Volskaya’s retreating figure. Furrowing your brows, you rub your fingers on your temple; collecting never felt this complicated. What’s gotten into you? You got your money and the job is done, so why was your brain screaming at you to stop Mando from closing the ramp?
Someone new… a power vacuum.
“Wait.”
Mando’s gaze turned to you, fingers hovering over his vambrace.
Fumbling over your words, you say something along the lines of stay put and that you’ll be back in a second. Turning back to the warehouse, you jog away from the ship and call,
“Detective!”
He spins on his heel back to you, face twisting in confusion.
Squaring your shoulders and huffing your breath, you say, “Give me a list of everyone who was involved in Khan’s organization.”
He eyes you quizzically, “I thought bounty hunters didn’t ask questions.”
“I’m not asking as a bounty hunter.”
“Then what are you asking as?”
“Someone who can get to them faster than the Security Force can,” You swallow hard, courage pulsing through you, “Someone who can help.”
The detective raises his eyebrows at you, impressed. And then he smiles, throwing his cigarra to the ground and stomping out the ashes beneath his foot.
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Din Djarin was not good enough for you. He didn’t deserve you. This much he knew.
So he let you go.
He really thought he did the right thing. It escalated too quickly after the cockpit and he found himself falling hard. What started as relief for sexual tension turned into softer touches, shining smiles, flirtatious jokes that drove him over the edge.
And then,
“Do you ever think there’s more to this?”
He digs his nose into the crook of your neck, arm slung over your bare waist. Half-asleep, dizzy from your warmth, he relishes in the feeling of your body next to his.
“More to what?”
You let out a gentle sigh, “This life. Hunting. Living out of a tiny, broken ship hopping from planet to planet.”
“Hey, the Crest isn’t that bad.”
You slap him lightly against his chest, “You know what I mean.”
“What did you have in mind?”
A cottage. The ocean. Family.
All in the afterglow of a kiss that tasted like peaches.
Din had a feeling you’ve always wanted more, but this was truly the first time you spoke honestly and truly in length about it. Bounty hunting was rarely ever a sought after profession, and though you were good at your job, he knew it wasn’t something you ever planned on continuing. Twisting a peach pit in your fingers, you admit to him that your life would’ve been completely different without it. You would’ve taken over your father’s orchards and lived in your beautiful family villa, selling fresh fruit to nobles and townspeople alike. Your voice grows wistful as you recount sweet summer days spent chasing your older brother through the fields or weaving baskets with your mother.
“I wore sundresses, Din.”
He smiles against the soft skin of your neck and squeezes your thigh gently, “Sounds pretty. You should wear them again.”
“You’d like that wouldn’t you?”
“Very much so, yes.”
You let out a giggle, shoving him gently. He only held you tighter. A beat of silence passed between you before Din’s hand moved to interlace with yours, face suddenly contorting with unease.
“What happened?”
“What always happens.” Your shoulders rise and fall with a heavy sigh, and you grip his fingers tighter. “I was seventeen when Imps occupied our valley. They wanted to clear the farm for military barracks; when my father refused, they burned everything to the ground in the middle of the night. My brother and I escaped with a few other refugees.”
“And your parents?”
“Firing squad.”
“What about our brother?”
He feels your nails dig further into the crevice of his hand.
“He was stupid enough to join the Resistance. I don’t know where he is, but I’ve assumed the worst already.”
His heart twists in remorse at the hurt in your voice. Removing his hands away from yours, he pulls you in closer, stroking your hair with his calloused fingers and pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. In all your years of partnership, Din had never known the full extent of your past, only that you started young doing hits for spice cartels and eventually ending up in the Guild. Before, when he tried to ask why you started so early, your answer was always brief and bitter.
“There was only so much a girl could do to make money, Mando.”
The conversation never went further than that. But now, in light of your vulnerability and candor, your questions about the future suddenly made sense. It was never supposed to be this way; your life since adolescence had been solely dictated by fear and the need to survive. When you spoke about it, you sounded exhausted. With the decline of the Empire, how could he blame you for wanting to be more than a war-torn orphan turned ruthless hunter?
The more he thought about it the more it tore him apart.
Because suddenly he was 11 years old again, watching the carnage of his hometown disappear over the shoulder of a Death Watch soldier. Jarring visions of blood and empty eyes melted in between with hazy memories of happy trips to the market and bedtime stories. It felt like whiplash. The echoes of blaster fire and falling debris were loud enough for him to wake up shaking in a cold sweat. The pounding of his heart sounded a lot like cannon fodder and it was loud enough to give him the headaches you suffered from so often. He was ashamed to say that the only time he really remembered his mother’s face was when she was dead on the ground. But to his horror, in his nightmares, he began to see you instead of her, body lifeless and eyes devoid of any life. Everything he’d been ignoring since his youth, crushed and hidden after swearing the Creed and following the Way of the Mandalore, was suddenly washing over him like ocean waves in a storm. Because, unlike you, this life was so devastatingly simple and comfortable for him. It was almost sacred; he was bound by a near holy doctrine and devoid of emotional attachments. That is, until you came and found home under his skin. He was grieving for you before he even lost you. It was unbearable, filling his lungs and suffocating him until he was gasping for air–
“Are you okay?” Your drowsy voice whispered beneath him.
He swallowed hard and pulled you closer, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.
“Go back to sleep, sweet girl.”
Any semblance of a normal life was lost on him. Din knew he couldn’t give you peace he didn’t have. He wanted to, though.
He wished he could gift you every star that shone in the sky.
Fuck 80%. He’d give you galaxies.
And yet, he still pulled a blaster on you and left you alone – too caught up in not facing his own demons. Din didn’t realize how much of a mistake it was to let you go until he was half-dead, bleeding all over your old bunk. A job went terribly wrong that day. He was ambushed on some godforsaken jungle planet and running on two hours of sleep, dreams plagued with visions of you crying at the foot of the Slipstream. He was so used to having someone cover his blindspots that he made a colossal mistake that nearly cost him his life. No one had his back that day, and was there no one to stitch him up and call him an idiot.
Existing without you was rougher than he thought it’d be since you’d seeped into every corner of his little life. He couldn’t pass a fruit stand without glancing over for your favorite peaches. When he’d wrangle with tougher bounties, he cursed at how much easier this shit would be if you were there. In the Razor Crest, you’d organized the kitchenette a certain way that Din couldn’t find a pot without tearing it apart, and then he’d wrack his brain to figure out how you organized it so neatly in the first place. He felt a chill when he passed your empty bunk. One day, he found a bottle of your headache medicine in the refresher cabinet. Din kept it. Just in case.
You were everywhere and yet, you weren’t.
You ran together for so long that others noticed your disappearance. Even Xi’an.
“Where’s your little puppy, Mando? She lost?”
He said nothing.
The Twi’lek moved closer, running a hand up his chestplate, “Or did you leave her behind, too?”
“Don’t,” he seethed. The victory in her eyes was disgusting.
Mayfeld’s teasing voice cut in, “Competition, Xi’an?”
“Hardly,” She gave him a vile smirk, “Did she whine like a bitch when it finally happened?”
Din was quick to seize her hand away from his body, twisting her forearm near the point of breaking.
“I said. Don’t.”
She only laughed. He wished you were there to wipe that smirk off her face.
It was then that he decided to come and find you. As it turns out, bounty hunters don’t make great parents. The child had just barely survived again, and Din was getting desperate. He’d already lost track of how many times the baby was put in danger, and though he’d been able to keep him alive all these months, Din was definitely not a parent.
After picking up the most lucrative, non-Guild job he could get, he flew straight to the one person he could truly trust in the universe.
When he saw you tensely poised at the cantina, ten paces felt like ten parsecs.
The first thing he noticed were the strands of grey peeking through your hair and the dark circles beneath your eyes. You were by no means an old woman, but you weren’t getting any younger either. In the state that he left you in, three years had aged you and your fiery spirit. Your once lively, spitfire demeanor was now cold and tired.
In the beginning of this little reunion, Din was half convinced that he’d made a terrible mistake trying to make amends. He was desperate to be in your good graces. He needed to apologize. beg you. Grovel at your feet. Atone. Do penance. But you’d seem to shut down every time he tried, denying his pitiful apologies and forgoing any pleasantries. The Mandalorian was lost around you.
And then you got shot.
At that point, Din was positive you were marching straight out of his ship and jetting away in the Slipstream the second this was all over – not before kicking his ass, of course. All the guilt that had consumed him over the years nearly drew him to insanity as he took your limp body from Aayn’vida’s arms, cursing in Mando’a and imploring you to stay awake. Wiping the tears from your eyes and tending to your wound, his thoughts were hysterical. How could he do this to you? Put you through all this trouble only to get shot? And for what? A chance to –
“Din?”
The name fell so softly from your lips.
“Din, my head– it hurts so much.”
His mouth goes dry. He lets out a shaky breath, overwhelmed and eyes bleary.
“Sssh, lay down. You’ll be okay, cyar’ika.”
The Mandalorian only ever dreamed about you saying his name again. Upon your reunion, he noticed immediately how unnatural “Mando” sounded in your mouth, even if he’s heard it thousands of times. It stung when you refused to call him anything else. So hearing it whispered in the walls of the Razor Crest again made his heart beat violently in his chest and gave him the smallest sliver of hope.
Maybe you don’t hate him as much as he thinks.
Maybe you miss him as much as he misses you. Maybe you also long for him in the late hours of the night, replaying moments of your lives together over and over and over in your head. Maybe you didn’t regret taking this job. Maybe, just maybe, you will forgive this broken man and let him in your heart’s home once again.
--
“I saw Xi’an again.”
Initiating small talk felt physically painful, but he tried anyway. After Jaemai, you seemed to be a little more comfortable speaking freely with him. If you were still angry, you kept it hidden well. Besides, it was hard to be upset with a cute baby on board.
“Really?” You responded with casual interest, attention mostly focused on the child in front of you while Din piloted the ship.
“Yup,” he said, “She… uh...betrayed me and tried to kill the kid.”
“Sounds like her. Where is she now?”
“Prison.”
He doesn’t miss the cheeky grin that spreads across your lips. You softly chuckle and take the baby in your arms, cooing to him, “Good riddance, huh? That scary blue lady is gone for good, yeah?”
The kid gurgles in delight when he’s lifted up. Mando watches you lovingly play with the child, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. He doesn’t remember you being so good with kids, but then again, that was a rare opportunity in itself. The thought of you with kids of your own makes his cheeks flush with warmth.
“Where did you even find him?” You ask, bouncing him up and down in his crib.
“Arvala 7. He was the asset.”
You look at him now, puzzled, “The asset? He’s a child!”
“He’s wanted by Imps.”
“Huh.” You hold the child closer to you now, rocking him in your arms. “And you saved him.”
He hummed in confirmation. A beat of silence passes by.
Mando notes the way the kid stares at you with warm, loving eyes, “He likes you.”
“Yeah?” You look back to the green baby raising him high in the air. His excited laughter is sweet in your ears and you giggle with him.
“Mando’s probably a mess when it comes to you. Probably forgets to feed you, doesn’t he?”
He rolls his eyes, but he’s heart flutters all the same.
Lowering the child back into his pod, the child fusses as you try to get him to settle down. You took the silver ball that was laying in his blanket and placed it in his hands to divert his attention. Din faces back towards the console while you sink into the co-pilot’s seat. Your old seat.
From the corner of his eye, he sees you pulling a data pad from your pack on the floor and plugging in a storage drive. You scroll through droves of information silently while Din keeps his gaze trained on the passing lights of hyperspace. But his curiosity only grew, and he was tired of straining his eyes to slyly look at whatever you were reading.
“What are you looking at?”
Your eyes don’t meet his, instead continuing to scan over the information before you. “It’s all the people who kept Khan’s ring running.”
“You got this from the detective?”
You nod.
“Why?”
A long sigh escapes you as you power down the datapad and slip it away.
“I guess you can say I’m retiring.”
Din’s body is quick to turn to you, “What do you mean?”
“You heard Volskaya, someone is just gonna take his place. There are still plenty of people like Aayn’vida. People who need help.”
Beneath his helm, his face twists in reluctance. He asks, “And you’re gonna do it alone?”
You furrow your brows at him, as if the answer was obvious.
“Looks like it.”
Din straightens up in his seat, stomach turning uneasily. The air in the cockpit was suddenly suffocating, and he sensed your growing ire as you pressed your lips together.
“What?”
“I didn’t say anything.”
You roll your eyes.
“You’re doing that thing again.”
“What thing?”
“Your judgy thing!”
You point an accusing finger at his form, “The one you do with your face and your shoulders.”
“You can’t even see my face.”
“Mando.”
“Alright! It’s just–” he grits, struggling to find the words, “It seems...dangerous.”
“You say that like it makes a difference,” your voice cuts in, sharp like a blade, “do you not think I’m capable on my own?”
“What? No, I–”
Kriff, why is it so hard to talk to you? Din lets out a huff, scolding himself to get it together.
“Listen, we both know you’re more than capable of handling yourself. But this? This is big shit. Not some bail-skipper or petty thief. You go after them and they’ll be on you for the rest of your life.”
“What life, Mando?” you snapped, “When I was her age, I could’ve easily been one of those girls. Bounty hunting wasn’t a life, it was survival. This is something that’s important.”
“Y/N, you’re gonna get yourself killed.”
“Why does that suddenly matter to you?”
You both wince at the sharpness of your words and you turn away from him, suddenly embarrassed of your own outburst. Harsh silence blankets you both as you keep your gazes trained forward. The tension in the air is heavy and thick.
Your tight voice cuts through the quiet with a single question.
“Why did you bring me here?”
He feels like he’s gonna be sick.
“I–”
A giant crash abruptly resounds through the cockpit, causing the three of you to jerk forward. Alarms uproar through the ship as the two of you scramble into position at the console. Your fingers find the buttons easily, pulling up the radar and scanning the area for the threat.
A comm chimes in, “Give us the child, Mandalorian! It’s no use trying to run.”
“It’s a gunship, coming in from behind us,” you quickly inform, “Shit! The shields are weak, we need to get out of here now.”
He nods in agreement, gripping the controls again and lurching the ship forward and speeding off. Your attackers follow in hot pursuit, blasting your ship again. A hit lands, shaking the Crest violently again, earning a strangled cry from behind you.
“Y/N! The baby!” Din grunts, veering the ship back on course.
“Right!”
You nearly leap from your seat, securing and shushing the panicked child as you close his pram to keep him from falling amidst the chaos. Coming back to the co-pilot’s seat, you curse as you read through the multiple alarms flashing across the ship’s interface.
“Our shields are down, Mando. We need to end this.”
He curses under his breath, weighing their options. They didn’t have enough fuel for a hyperspace jump, nor the time to make any proper calculations. His gaze darts to the green planet approaching up ahead and bites the inside of his cheek. A crash isn’t ideal, but it solves the issue of being stranded in dead space. Another jolt and crash rock the ship forward.
“Strap in,” He barks at you, “We’re shooting our way out and going for an emergency landing.”
You nod, securing yourself in your seat and preparing yourself for battle.
--
“It isn’t the worst planet to get stuck on.”
“Doesn’t change the fact that we’re stuck.”
The two of you stood at the foot of the Razor Crest which was currently smoking and leaking fuel into the forest floor. Though you’d survived the gunfight above, the ship had taken serious damage. The shield generators were nearly destroyed and the repulsor grilles were shot, making it impossible to fly the Crest without spinning off course. Normally, with the help of a mechanic, the job could be done within a matter of days, but you were both stuck in a thick forest with the next town over being at least a day’s walk. Repairs could take at least a week with the spare parts that were already kept in the ship, and travelling into town could easily make it two, assuming they’d even have what you need. This posed 2 issues:
Every day you stayed idle, the higher the risk of another hunter (or worse, an Imperial) turning up and kidnapping the child.
Din had yet to feel the wrath that had been building up inside you for the past three years. If the hunters didn’t shoot him, you definitely would, and you wouldn’t miss.
He takes his gaze off the ship and observes your surroundings. All things considered, it was a pretty nice place. The forest was lush, rife with tall trees and bright flora. The air was fresh and cool, and the whistles of birds carried through the treetops. He was somewhat grateful; you could have easily been stuck in a scorching desert or some awful jungle. Past the clearing–which had inadvertently been made by the ship crash– there was a lake, crystal clear and stretching for miles. If the circumstances were any different, maybe you would have enjoyed yourselves, stopped and admired the scenery together.
But they weren’t.
The fact of the matter is that there’s something acrid that permeated the air between you. Sometimes, he could catch it in the way you looked at him, how your eyes flared with sharp, visceral rage and piercing through his beskar like a hot blade. He saw it in the cantina at your reunion, and he felt it twist his heart during your last exchange before you landed.
“Why does it suddenly matter to you?”
Discussing the rift between you wasn’t a conversation he was eager to have. The attack on the Crest only delayed the inevitable, and now, shipwrecked on an unknown planet, he waited anxiously for the years to catch up on him. Your irritation with him didn’t die when you’d landed; it might’ve actually gotten worse. Every furrow of your brows, every curse under your breath only reminded Din of how much you were dying to say, and it only amplified his dread. But being the practical person you were, you remained focused on survival first, setting up camp and laying out a plan for repairs in the morning. Going into town would have to wait, as you weren’t sure what state the ship would be in after its initial mending. You stayed silent in the hours you both tended to your respective duties and it wasn’t until the late afternoon that he felt your presence once again.
He was in the middle of counting ration packs when you said, “We need firewood. It might be cold tonight.”
Din nodded, but as he watched you begin to walk away into the woods, he couldn’t help but spill the words bubbling in his throat.
“About what I said earlier. I didn’t mean to offend you,” he stood to his full height, “You’re–you’re right. It’s not my business anymore.”
You didn’t respond to him for a moment; your expression, frozen and unreadable. Your gaze tears away from him to look down at the toes of your shoes, and he hears you let out a dejected, breathy laugh as you shook your head.
“You know what I don’t get?” You ask, cynicism dripping from your lips, “You never answered my question on the ship.”
Din clenches his fists, nausea suddenly returning to him.
“Khan wasn’t a hard job. You could’ve easily caught him without me, so why? Why did you bring me? Why did you find me?”
“I couldn’t go into the terminal without attracting attention.”
“No, but you could’ve waited for him to move. Tracked him somewhere else,” your tone grows more clipped by the second, “I know you. You’re the best in the parsec and you would’ve found him. I might’ve gotten shot, but there were way harder quarries than him.”
When he still doesn’t answer, you march forward, fuming with indignation.
“For once, can you just tell me the truth?”
Din’s heart was nearly bursting out of his chest, anxiety rippling through him as he confessed.
“I need help,” he croaks, nearly cringing at the weakness and desperation in his tone, “with him.”
He beckons over to the child, carelessly toddling along the floor. Din watches your expression soften with pity as you watch him play.
“I don’t...I don’t know what I’m doing,” He continues, “I’m so confused and–and lost. I worry about him all the time. He’s always in danger. I’ve tried to give him a home, somewhere safe. But the Empire won’t stop until they find him.”
“Why me?”
“Because you’re the only one I trust in this universe.”
Din waits for your answer with bated breath, drinking in every reaction. You looked pained, fingers finding their way to the bridge of your nose, pressing hard and you squeeze your eyes shut.
“And I’m supposed to trust you in return?”
Once again, he doesn’t respond, fearing that he’d only make the situation worse.
“You know I can’t do this.”
You cross your arms, hugging your body as you turn away from the kid to face him. He feels his heart sink, distress clawing away at him. I need you; I can’t lose you again. I miss you, I miss you, I miss you.
“Could you at least think about it?”
“I can’t,” you say sternly, “I’m sorry about the kid, but I know you can figure something out. I’m not the right person, and you need to find someone else.”
You are. More than right. More than I deserve.
“I don’t know who else I can turn to.”
“Mando, you don’t understand,” your voice turns angry once again, “I can’t live everyday not knowing if you’re gonna stick around or not.”
“Things are different, Y/N. I’m not going to leave.”
“Why? Because you have a baby to take care of, you’re suddenly willing to stick around? What happens if things get serious? What is keeping you from walking out tomorrow? A few weeks from now? Are you gonna leave me without a ship this time? Shoot me if I don’t cooperate?”
Stop stop stop stop. He raises his voice, not in ire but in desperation, “This isn’t about us, this is about him!”
“It’s always going to be about us!” Din is stunned to silence as your eyes turn glossy and red with tears, “And after everything, I–I can’t trust you. I mean–kriff– you left me in the worst way possible. You only offered me a job because you knew I wouldn’t have listened to you in the first place, didn’t you?”
His shoulders go rigid, head dipping in shame.
You scoff, sucking in a deep, shaky breath before you go on, “We can’t act like nothing ever happened and just push it aside for the kid; it’s always going to be there. Every time we speak, every time I look at you I–”
You cut yourself off, hesitating to finish your thought. Running your fingers through your hair, you tug at it at it as you let out yet another frustrated huff, “I spent three years of my miserable life trying to figure out what I did wrong. If you can tell me right now what was going through your head that day, then maybe I’ll consider staying. But if you can’t, you need to find someone else.”
The words are there, but get caught in his throat. He’s terrified; speaking them aloud might just rip him in half, but if he doesn’t, he loses you a second time. But they don’t come; they linger and fester and rot on his tongue, and he can only clench his fists harder at his own cowardice.
The way you look at him is soul crushing.
“I thought so.”
You pick up your pack and sling it over your shoulders, skulking into the woods without another word.
--
You didn’t come back for hours. Night fell across the forest as Din paced outside the Razor Crest, playing out your conversation in his head over and over again until it made him dizzy. His gut was filled with dread as each minute passed by, and he couldn’t figure out if he wanted you to come back at all. It wasn’t until he heard a soft whine from the floating pram that he realized that so much time had passed. Din nearly forgot to feed the child his own hysteria.
“Hey, little womp rat,” he sighed, gently picking him up, “She’s right, huh? I really am a mess.”
The baby’s big glossy eyes stare up at him as if sensing Din’s unease. His tiny hands grab at the thick cloak around his neck, pulling himself upwards and nuzzling his face in between his neck and his pauldron. Is he… comforting me?
Something forms at the base of his throat as he croaks a gentle, “Thanks, kid.”
But this quiet moment of peace is interrupted at the cracking sound of a stick. He stills, listening further as footsteps grow louder and louder. His blaster is out and aimed behind him before he can even think to look. He whips around, clutching the baby closer to him only to see you abruptly dropping the chopped wood in your hands to the floor. The baby begins to cry at the sudden shift in movement.
He relaxes, letting his arm fall to his side but not holstering his blaster. Instead, he gently bounces the child in his other arm in an attempt to soothe him.
“It’s okay. It’s just Y/N,” he says softly. When Din looks back to you, you’re still frozen on the spot. His brows furrow beneath his helmet.
“Y/N? What’s wrong?”
You stutter, “Can you put that fucking thing away, please?”
He looks at the child, and back to you. A flare of irritation ignites in his chest.
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“Every time you point you point it at me, I expect you to pull the trigger.”
Oh. Shit.
Guilt pierces through his chest. He quickly slips it back into his holster
“I’m sorry I didn’t know it was you,” he apologizes. You’re still unmoving, looking at him as if he’d just burned you.
“Y/N, you know I would never–“
“But you were going to.”
“Not even then.”
As Din begins to walk forward, he notices the way your body shakes violently. His hand gingerly goes to rest against your arm to comfort you, but you tear yourself away from him, wrapping inward as you seethe.
“Don’t. Touch. Me.”
The look in your eyes makes Din’s blood run cold. Your pointed stare was piercing and hot and raw. It seared and flared with white hot wrath. Your breathing was ragged, chest heaving up and gasping for air. There it is.
The visceral rage and contempt you held for him had finally surfaced. It festered and boiled over, consuming you to the point where Din thought you would’ve killed him on the spot. But then, revulsion contorts your face, and you quickly shove past him, leaving him paralyzed in your wake. You disappear behind the Crest, and he hears you dropping to the ground.
He winces at the sound of you heaving the contents of your stomach into the lake.
Din sets the baby down into his carrier, and quickly rounds the corner of the ship to see you on your hands and knees at the edge of the water.
He’s speechless. The only words he could manage sounded disgustingly miserable from his vocoder.
“I’m so sorry.”
You sniffle as you drag yourself up from the ground. You don’t turn around to face him.
“You don’t have to tell me why you left. Even if I deserve an explanation,” you say, voice strained and pathetic.
“Because when this is all over, I don’t ever want to see you again. Keep your money and your jobs. I don’t care if it pays enough for ten lifetimes. If you ever try to find me, I won’t hesitate to kill you.”
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