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mondaymelon · 5 months

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first time in this account lol Idk if you're taking requests but I saw that post some minutes ago and... Idk, wanted to request something lol, if you didn't do it yet! What about headcanons with a reader who doesn't show physical attention until some years of knowing them? Like, they know each other for about 5 years and just then the reader decides to do some small act of physical affection... I wanted the headcanons to be with Childe, Arlecchino, Wanderer and Furina! If you can <3

₊˚ෆ 𝐈𝐅 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔… | childe, wanderer, arlecchino, furina x gn!reader

( childe's part might be a little ooc. havent done that part of the archon quest yet cries. also mwah arlecchino we love her in this household !! )

[ You were always someone who wasn’t fond of physical attention. Fleeting touches and kisses to the cheeks were never your forte, yet what should happen if the lover you’ve had for years is suddenly on the receiving end of such affections? ]

"physical affection... ah- it's okay if you can't show that to me, there's plenty of other ways to tell that you love me!"

CHILDE was the one to say those words to you, and the held the most certain truth. You were his lover, and a hug or two couldn't sway the fact! While the harbinger is quite the puppy and often yearns for your warmth, he'll respect your boundaries and allow you whatever. A lover like Childe places your happiness as a priority over his, wanting more to see your eyes sparkle than his own.

"Love, you wouldn't believe what happened in the courthouse today." You glance up from your spot where you're curled up on the couch, snuggled into a fluffy blanket and holding a warm drink in your hands, one of Inazuma's light novels sitting on the armrest. You hear the door to the two of you's home shut and lock, and listen to... Childe's footsteps. How strange, is he stumbling?

Glancing up, you internally gape at the cuts on his body, your eyes instantly drawn at the red splattered across his features. "'Taglia, what hap-"

He lets out a dry chuckle, grinning sheepishly as he rids his shoes at the door. "No worries, the blood isn't mine. Most of it, at least. I managed to get out of there in time, so all's well, yeah?"

As if that'd provide you any comfort. You narrow your eyes, glaring at him unyieldingly, until Childe has no choice but to force out another tasteless chuckle. "Come on now, I'm home, so let's do something fun instead of just being mad at me, 'kay?"

"Tartaglia."

The man flinches, his deep ocean eyes rounding. When you call him that and not his nickname, he knew that he had landed himself in deep shit. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry." He says that, but the sentence rounds up in a change of his tone, sounding almost suspiciously like a question. "It won't happen aga-"

The world itself seems to stop.

Your head is buried into his chest, arms wrapped around his waist. Archons, can you hear how fast his heart is beating? You've made him into a complete and utter mess. He's blushing, his ears practically on fire, and any thoughts once in his brain have been seared away in single second. It takes him to the count of three to remember how to breathe once more, his chest erratically heaving up and down as his shaking arms wrap around you hesitantly, wondering if it'd be okay to do so.

"...Love?"

"Mhm?"

"I- I thought you-"

"If it's with you, I'm okay."

Oh, how those words tug at his heart. You look so perfect in his arms - yes, you looked simply perfect all the time, he'd admit in a split-second. The messy nest of hair atop your head when you woke up in the early mornings, the dark bags under your eyes when you didn't sleep until late at night, your smile, your laugh, even your scowl. It silenced any effort to not fall in love with you.

A smile tugs at his lips. A bright one, a warm one, if that was even possible. Perhaps his eyes are shining with tears, or perhaps it was merely a trick of light, but he holds you all the closer, not wanting to let you go.

"Love, I... Archons, I don't think I'd be able to love anyone but you." ₊˚ෆ

"..great. i don't want your filthy hands on me anyways, so there shouldn't be a problem, hm?"

WANDERER's words were just that, would it kill him to be a little nicer? It didn't matter... you knew your lover well, or at least well enough to tell that what he said wasn't the complete truth.

Sure, you had seen him shrug off and make expressions of disgust directed towards particularly touchy people that he'd become somewhat acquainted with. And you most certainly had witnessed his frustrated outbursts and rants when he returned home to your shared abode, whining and grumbling about any trivial error someone had made - that is, brushing fingers with him while passing him papers. Something that couldn't exactly be avoided, yet he had glared at the wall for a good amount all the same.

Ah, but then there were moments when he thought you weren't looking, and that was when his eyes would drink you in. Grazing over your eyes, to your lips, then to your hands, where'd they linger on your fingers for perhaps longer than they should.

And you'd catch the times where you were inclined to say something flirtatious - words that were never all that flirtatious in the first place, Wanderer just happened to be unusually susceptible. Chin resting on your hand, eyes staring into his, you'd say something about how pretty he was, and then he'd just about go into neurogenic shock, likely not speaking to you the rest of the day, the tips of his ears, if one squinted to a certain extent, pink.

"Love." You glance up at him, a slight pout fixed on your lips. He'd been immersed in minor tasks, and those pesky things were what stole his attention away from you. An ironic twist of fate, as you were usually the one to be drowning in work, and he'd be the one practically begging for affection.

He hums, yet doesn't even bother to look at you.

"Do you want to go for a walk?"

"No."

"Go get something to eat?"

"No."

"Visit the... House of Daena?"

"No."

"Shall we feed the finches?"

A slight pause. "...No."

"Then... let's hold hands?"

He froze at your words, and it seemed that the male lost the function of inhaling, for he sat there unmoving for what seemed like hours, his expression petrified in its form of his large eyes, raised eyebrows, and mouth slightly ajar.

"...Excuse me?" It seemed that he doubted his own ears, for he set his work aside and fixed his focus upon you, fingers trembling just the slightest.

"Hmph, have you suddenly forgotten how to think?" You frowned, yet your eyes curved into crescents all the same, and Wanderer felt his breath hitch at how ethereal you were. The sly fox you were, you took his moment of shock, settling by his side and intertwining your fingers with his. "Like this, is it not?" You were smiling now, and for the first time you glimpsed the red on his ears, but now on his face too, a rosy red descending upon his cheeks.

"What's..." Perhaps you were right. His vocabulary had suddenly dwindled, and now he had nothing but questions - that, and the growing warmth in his chest. "What do you think you're doing right now?"

Whatever attempt he had to sound "mean" had failed. You knew him too well for that. "Holding hands, what else? Your hands are cold you know-" And at that he flinched. "But it feels nice."

D...Did it really?

"You, no... love, let's stay like this. You're... warm." ₊˚ෆ

"when you sought me, i thought it'd be a serious matter. there's no trouble in it, truly, so there's no need to look so dejected."

ARLECCHINO hadn't even batted an eye. Was there a reason to? Yes, this certainly crossed off any thought of romantic couple things like kissing and hand holding, but it wasn't like she'd gasp dramatically and fall to the ground, blaming you for setting boundaries-

As if she'd ever. Your imagination was running wild today, perhaps it was the lack of sleep finally catching up to you? It was a stark contrast compared to Arlecchino, who went days without rest, shuffling through paper after paper on her desk and constantly relaying messages to her subordinates. She was a hard worker - a trait most easily overlooked, but it was a point of adoration for you. A point among many. Arlecchino was an easy person to love, despite the bristling thorns she'd show at first glance.

"Darling, a cup of tea, please?" Her gaze flicked up from her work to you, a thin smile decorating her lips. It was more a less a habit the two of you established - that is, pouring her tea. Her favorite cup was the one you had gifted her when you first started your relationship, shaded in a dark hue and embellished with roses, their blooms, petals, and thorny branches spreading across the expanse of porcelain. You placed said cup on her desk with a breath of satisfaction, tilting you head in questioning at the unusual amount of papers on her desk.

"Arle, did something happen?"

She merely chuckled to herself, her eyes shining with delight. "Ah, why don't you wager a guess?" You were her "subordinate" of sorts, although your true association was far more intimate. You knew of her plans with Fontaine, and helped carry them out. She revered your loyalty, but your warmth far more.

"...Has the hydro gnosis been secured?"

She snapped her fingers in one swift motion, her small smile widening into a true one that played across her ruby lips. "Correct, I'd expect nothing less of someone as capable as my lover."

"Then, Lyney, Lynette, and Freminet..."

"They've done well." It'd be hard to forsake the note of pride in her voice. Setting down the sheets in her gloved hands, she stood from her seat slowly, letting her eyes scan over your body. "You've asked your question, now shall I ask mine? Darling, I did quite well myself, did I not?"

Her expectant gaze read one thing, but instead of the usual quality time spending the two of you'd share, this time, you had rather differing plans. Smiling, you walked up to her, not letting the way her eyes sparkled just the slightest escape your sight. Promptly, sneakily, you flung yourself upon her, beaming as your hands found refuge winding about her torso, nearly instantly trapping her into your death hug. "You did, Arle~!"

"..." At her silence, you glanced up, only to be met with a sight that drew blush upon your own cheeks. Her usually composed, mystery-shroud features were now conflicted with crossing emotions... of what, however, was rather indecipherable. Arlecchino was a person of many masks, yet now it seemed that her "mask" displayed but one thing - love.

"Darling, I... you look perfect in my arms, so shall we stay like this a moment longer?" ₊˚ෆ

"is that so? a trivial matter, is it by law that i must hold you in my arms in order to prove my love for you?"

FURINA's multicolored irises and teardrop pupils twinkled, their shine dancing on the moonlit breeze. A hand daintily held a teacup, its fragrant contents swirling about the porcelain basin. Her laugh accompanied the cool evening wind, and she fluttered her eyes shut in a smile that brightened her expression. "Come now, why so shocked? Wouldn't this be expected from someone as benevolent as I?"

It was a scene that would remain forever painted in your mind, like a beautiful mural that one's eyes could not possibly forsake. The way her mouth tugged upwards and the manner in which her eyes curv-

"Hey, are you even listening to me right now?" A familiar voice tugged you out of your reminiscence of the confrontation months prior. Furina displayed a childish frown on her lips, her partly furrowed eyes sharpening her gaze into a rather particular one.

Oh, lost in thought once more. You let out a soft sigh, nodding sheepishly. "Yes, love, I am.."

"Mhm..." Your words left a no, you clearly aren't!" Furina sat up, her intensifying discontentment apparent on her features. "I said I got you access to front ticket seats to the hottest new court case! You know, the one involving the robbery... the one that's quite literally got the entire Steambird in a chokehold? Yet, you're not excited in the slightest!?" She sounded offended, and she likely was, for her cheeks were flushed the slightest in rash frustration and her narrowed eyes creased at their corners. "Appreciate my efforts, why don't you?"

"Appreciate" indeed.

Ah, but was a sudden, tight embrace overshooting it? For she tensed in your arms, her frame absolutely suspended in your hold, her slack jaw giving the slightest tremor. "Mon amour, just w-what are you-?"

"Come now, Furina, am I not permitted to hug my own lover now?" The jesting in your voice faded as the sarcastic grin on your face formed a smaller, more genuine one. "I'm... ah, I'm okay, if it's with you. I'll be okay."

She paused at your words, contemplation of them flashing in her gaze, and let out a gratified exhale. "Then..." she nearly melted in your embrace, leaning her head into your arms compliantly.

"Don't you dare think I've forgotten about your previous transgression, but... ah, it can be forgiven, can't it, mon amour?" ₊˚ෆ

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mashmouths · 2 years

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SAW BENDIGO FLETCHER LIVE 500 THOUSAND DEAD ALL OF SF INJURED

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violetsaffron5 · 9 months

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NSFW Gojo Week (5)

Ao3 • Discord 18+ • Social Media • Series Masterlists

Pairing: Gojo x f!Reader

Gojo maybe, kinda, sorta got hit with a sex curse technique on purpose and he can't stop thinking about one thing.

cw: sex pollen/curse, breeding, cum play, vaginal sex, spit kink, creampie, this one is just kinda silly goofy

words: 2.4k

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“Hey, baby…”

“Hey, Satoru… You okay? What’s up?”

You can hear hesitancy in his voice through the other line of the phone, which isn’t normal, to say the least.

“Um. I kinda fucked up at work today.”

Okay. That’s not unusual.

“Oh. Yaga making you work overtime or something?”

“No, not exactly. Can you just… come home as soon as possible?” You’re able to make out some rustling in the background but are unable to tell exactly what it is.

“Home?”

“Yeah.”

“Uh, okay. I’ll… be there soon, I guess.”

In all the years that you’ve been together, that you’ve just known him, it’s not uncommon for him to do something to piss Yaga off and be forced to pick up extra missions as punishment. But for him to be sent home?

It had to have been bad.

You’re racking your brain but unable to come up with something bad enough that he would do that this would happen. Did they fire him? Could they fire him?

If that’s the case, then there’s a good chance Satoru isn’t taking the news well. He loves his students and has a great passion for teaching them, so you’re really not sure what kind of mess you’re about to walk into.

When you step into your shared apartment everything is clean like usual. Looking around the kitchen and living room, nothing is amiss. The only thing you can hear is music coming from down the hall.

As you make your way toward the bedroom, you’re able to make out the distinct sounds of Satoru panting and grunting, and you’re really unsure of what’s going on at this point.

“Satoru? What’s going on in her-”

You blink several times, not expecting to walk in on this.

He’s standing in front of the full-length mirror next to the dresser, wearing nothing but his socks, muscles rippling, with his palm gripped around his hard cock watching as he strokes himself.

His eyes catch yours and he gives you a lopsided grin, slicking back his sweat-covered bangs, “Oh. Hey.”

You don’t mean to, you really don’t, but you can’t help but laugh at what you’ve just walked in on, “Were you just… in the mirror?”

Finally, you take a moment to look around the bedroom only to notice it’s a wreck. His clothes are strewn all over, a couple of energy drinks sit on the nightstand next to his side of the bed, and there are bottles - bottles - of lube on the dresser next to where he’s standing.

He watches you with a serious expression as he strides over to you, “I can’t stop thinking about you.”

You smile at his words, trying your absolute best to not continue laughing, “Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah.” He breathes, cupping your face as he places several soft, sensual kisses on your lips. You can feel the way he’s rocking his hips into you, trying to get more stimulation.

“What’s got you all hot and bothered?” You ask as he moves to nibble your ear. Satoru has always smelled good, but right now, despite the sheen of sweat covering his body, he smells like vanilla and warmth and it’s making it incredibly hard to resist him.

“I just…” His eyes trail down to your stomach, hands on your waist, thumbs pressing small circles on your stomach, “I just really wanna fuckin’ breed you.”

Your eyes grow wide at his words. This isn’t something you ever talked about seriously. The few times the topic has been brought up, he’s shut it down almost instantly expressing that he doesn’t want to have kids until he reaches his goal of resetting Jujutsu society.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“Yeah… I gotta… You’re gonna look so fucking good all big and round and full of me.”

It’s probably not a smart move, but you’ll entertain his exceptionally rampant, lustful thoughts for now. It’s not like you’ve ever really been able to resist his advances, always melting to his touch as soon as his lips press to yours.

When you grab the base of his cock, Satoru whimpers as you drag your hand slowly to the tip a few times while he slips his tongue into the warmth of your mouth.

And then he moans with furrowed brows. And you know that moan, along with the familiar wet, stickiness that’s been released in the palm of your hand.

“Satoru… did you just…” You look down and sure enough, the evidence of his release is in your fist.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty.”

His eyes bore into yours when he brings your hand to his lips and licks his cum off, eyes slowly turning more black than blue with lust.

Your mouth is agape as you watch him, utter confusion written on your face, especially as he places your hand back on his cock.

“Why are you still-”

Hard.

Sure, Satoru can go like a fucking racehorse. There have been plenty of times when the two of you have stayed up all night and day rolling between the sheets. But even this is unusual for him.

“Mm. You should strip for me,” He decides, moving to sit at the edge of the bed with hopeful eyes, stroking his cock in anticipation.

If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he’s having some sort of incredibly horny manic episode.

Folding your arms over your chest, you watch him seriously, skeptically, “Not until you tell me what’s going on.”

He sighs, trilling his lips while rolling his eyes. He knows you’re not going to give in until he tells you.

“I-” He waves his hand in front of his face, “Got hit with this curse technique.”

“Ok. I’m guessing it was a sex technique, right?” He nods, “How did this happen?”

It’s not uncommon for sex curses to appear since so many people have so many varied feelings about the physical act. What’s not common is Satoru being affected due to his Infinity.

“I was curious what it would be like, and now I just really need you to fuck it out of me. Please.”

He’s never been one to beg but your stoic demeanor diminishes as soon as he pouts because quite honestly, he looks so fucking good when he strokes his cock.

And you know he feels even better.

His cock is longer and harder than you’ve ever seen it. His dick has always been so pretty but right now the tip is red and angry, leaking precum that he’s spreading with his thumb down the length of his cock.

Biting your lip, you slowly unbutton your uniform top, letting it fall to the floor. Satoru sucks in a deep breath as he looks at your chest, humming when he sees the lacy bra you wore today. After undoing your belt, you remove your bra before gently squeezing your breasts as you shimmy your hips, letting your skirt fall to your ankles.

You leave your heels on, because you know he likes that. He has a goofy grin on his face with half-lidded eyes as you step towards him before turning around and over, giving him a view of your cunt as you remove your panties before discarding them with the rest of the clothes on the floor.

Placing your hand on his chest, you go to push him back on the bed, but he’s not going to give you control, not tonight. You already knew that.

Grabbing your wrist and pinning it over your head, he pushes you into the mattress. When he grabs the base of your neck you gasp, giving him the opportunity to grin, showing off his perfect, pearly white teeth before letting a trail of saliva fall into your mouth.

You fucking love it when he’s rough like this.

He usually is, but you know he holds back, trying not to hurt you. But when he gets so aroused that he can’t help himself, can barely think straight? You have the time of your life.

There’s a neediness already blossoming in the pit of your stomach, breaths falling faster as he slowly ghosts his fingers over your skin, feeling every dip and curve you have to offer him.

He’s drinking you in like water he hasn’t had in decades, that you’re a decadent meal that he’s about to devour.

The thought sends a jolt straight to your core.

He parts your legs, nestling himself between them easily as he crashes his lips to yours in a series of searing hot kisses, tugging on your lower lip greedily when he pulls away.

You roll your hips against him, seeking friction when he presses his hips to your core, moaning wantonly into his mouth.

“Always so wet for me baby,” He praises, adjusting himself so his cock sits at your entrance before easily slipping between your folds. “Gonna - oh god - gonna make you a mommy. You want that baby? Yeah, I know you do. Been asking me about it forever.”

He’s babbling, already losing himself in you and it feels like he’s legitimately trying to split you in half with how he doesn’t give you any time to adjust before he’s slamming his hips into you at an unbelievable pace.

Skin slapping and lewd squelching fill the room as he sits back, watching where you’re connected. His cheeks are pink, across the bridge of his nose and to the tips of his ears. Placing a hand on your stomach, feeling the bulge from his cock, he’s mesmerized watching as it disappears inside you.

“Sit up.” He commands, so you do on your elbows as you watch him spit where you’re connected before staring at you intently, waiting for you to do the same.

He moans when you do, watching the way all your fluids mix together as he continues to fuck into you with reckless abandon.

Satoru hits that spot inside you repeatedly, the one that has your toes curling and gasping as you grab onto his shoulder as your legs tense and your face contorts in pleasure.

A wave of ecstasy rolls through you as you scream out his name over and over again.

“Fuck, you’re so tight baby, you’re gonna make me-” He groans kissing the junction between your neck and shoulder, “I’m gonna-”

His body tenses as warmth fills your insides, eyes wide as he hisses like he’s in pain before scrambling off the bed. You watch in horror as he moves out of you and off the bed faster than you’ve ever seen before.

“What- Are you okay?”

“Cramp. Got a cramp in my leg.”

You laugh, throwing your head back and resting while he takes care of his little issue.

“Stop laughing.” His voice is serious, causing you to sit back up on your elbows and look at him. “Stop laughing while I’m-” He gestures to his length.

You didn’t think it was possible to bruise his ego, especially when it comes to sex because he’s just so damn good at it. But being affected by the curse, he’s got to have an influx of so many emotions running through him that he’s trying incredibly hard to not let you see.

Grabbing your ankle, Satoru flips you easily so you’re on all fours, facing the mirror next to the dresser, across from the bed. It’s disorienting when he does this, using his technique like that to get you into the position he wants. He knows it, you’ve told him. He still does it.

“Gonna knock you up. Fuck!” He groans as he enters you again from behind, hand gripping your hair at the scalp forcing you to watch in the mirror as he pistons his hips into you. “Everyone’s gonna know you’re mine. They already do, baby right? They know you’re mine?”

“Yes, yesyesyes,” is all you’re able to breathe out as you watch him in the mirror.

He looks so fucking good with parted lips, chest red and heaving as he pounds into you, the baby blues of his eyes are no longer visible, replaced by his black lust-filled pupils.

“Oh, shit. Oh, fuck-” He groans out, focusing on your cunt and the way it grips onto him, “Squeeze me like that again baby - oh yeah - just like that. Gonna- fuck - you gonna make me a daddy, baby?”

It’s all so much, so euphoric that there’s no way you’re able to hold back your impending orgasm; unable to help the way your thighs shake when the tip of his length kisses your cervix so deliciously you know it’ll ache in the morning.

The moment Satoru drapes his body over yours, fingers drawing small tight circles on your clit is the moment the flames erupt, warmth and pleasure coursing through your veins as your walls spasm and constrict around his cock.

Satoru lets out a melodious moan as he cums, shoving his cock into you as far as possible, hips flush against yours until you can feel him in your throat, spilling into you with everything he has.

There’s so much dripping out from between where you’re connected that his efforts to keep it all inside are fruitless. The view is absolutely obscene, cum mixed together and dripping onto the bed sheets below, the sounds are vulgar but it doesn’t stop him from fucking it deep and deeper inside, rolling his neck and head back through the hypersensitivity of his tip.

Eventually, he rolls you over onto your back, peppering your face and lips with little kisses, but there’s an unexpected wetness on his cheeks that causes you to knit your brows together and look at him.

“Are you… crying?”

“It just-” He takes a deep breath, licking a strip from your chest to jaw, “Felt so good.”

You’re sure he hates it, but you chuckle at the ridiculousness of all of this. This time though, he chooses to ignore it as he sucks several small lilac bruises on your neck, shoulder, and down to your tits.

“How has the curse not lifted yet?” You sigh, wiping your sweaty forehead with the back of your hand while Satoru positions his face between your legs, kissing your thighs several times, admiring the view.

“Oh, it did.” Your head snaps to his immediately curious about what he plans on doing, “I’ve just always wanted to know what we taste like together. Might as well do it now.”

You hiss as he runs his tongue between your hypersensitive folds, legs twitching around his head when he swirls his tongue on your clit.

“Good, huh?” He grins while slipping his tongue between your lips, letting you taste your mixed arousal on your tongue. He’s groaning, loving this as excess dribbles down your chin before he licks it off.

He gives a satisfied sigh, moving your hair out of your face and tucking it behind your ears before cradling you in his arms as you both drift off to sleep.

#jjk fanfic #violetsaffronfic #jjk smut #jjk x reader #gojo satoru smut #gojo smut #gojo x y/n #gojo x reader #satoru gojo x you #nsfwgojoweek2023

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thatone-brightstar · 1 year

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The Bear & The Fox (Carmy Berzatto x Fem!Reader)

Chapter 5: The Fantastic Mrs. Fox pt. 1

Words: 4.3k

Summary: Carmy deals with his nightmares while you deal with your family.

a/n: This is more fluff but I'll make it up with smut on the next one ;) Hope you enjoy! xx

PS. Reader is latina in this and if you are too, you’ll probably understand the families…

He could not remember the last time his lungs didn’t ache from the lack of air. It felt like he could finally catch a decent breath and his neck wasn’t strained from its constant outstretched position, trying to hold his head above the murky water before it pulled him under the current. The pressure in his chest was rubbed away by dexterous fingers covered in velvet clay as you molded him into one of your beautiful art pieces, fingerprints permanently etched into his surface.

He didn’t want to give credit of his newly found good mood to whatever you two had, he wasn’t the kind to let anyone influence over his emotions. Many years of abusive behavior in the world’s best kitchens had made him believe he was above all that. He could whisk a Hollandaise sauce by hand in less than a minute, while some entitled asshole butchered his self esteem with every word and yet it would still be the best shit that had left that kitchen. He didn’t believe he was above it, he knew.

And yet, a single ‘hope ur having a great day xx’ text from you was enough to dissipate the boiling irritation beginning to grow after a very shitty day, the simple sentence curling his lips into a small smile.

The week had been going smoothly. Apart from the day where he had to break the news to the team that you wouldn’t be coming back to work due to… personal priorities, everything had been smooth sailing. At least as smooth as it can be when the ship is held by duct tape and is constantly on fire. The payment on their meat deliveries was finally up to date, meaning that they could order more product, which in turn meant more sales for the restaurant.

He called you after closing and while he finished scrubbing a few grimey spots on the floor he told you the good news. You were just as excited as he was, probably even more, because this meant that his plan to turn The Beef into a respectable business was finally starting to take shape.

In a low whisper you told him how glad you were and when he answered that ‘there’s still so much more left to do’, you replied with ‘Yeah, but that’s one less thing to worry about. I’m really proud of you for it.’

Your words had trickled through his veins, sticky sweet invading his body and keeping him warm as he drove home and settled on his couch to rest his eyes.

The warmth, however, had now dissipated into thin slivers of distress that circled his throat and constricted his airway. Mirages of blinding white tiles and glistening stainless steel haunted his vision, no matter how hard he closed his eyes. A booming voice that sounded like his own but laced with unknown malice vibrated in his skull and crept under his skin as it repeated the familiar mantra for the tenth time in a row, ‘Mikey was wrong, you can’t handle it’. The taste of smoke filled his lungs, drawing heavy droplets of water from his eyes and forcing him to the floor, heaving in desperation. Roaring flames invaded his view, crawling up the walls and swallowing everything around him in an angry orange blaze.

Carmy’s body jerked awake, wild eyes scanning the dark surrounding for the immediate threat. The lulling sounds of the cooking channel were no more than static to the ringing in his ears and the tang of inexistent smoke felt heavy inside his mouth. He rubbed his eyes ferociously, hoping this would clear the image of his burning kitchen now carved into his mind. Through the cloudy haze of adrenaline and angst, his own thoughts seemed far in the distance, like he was floating away from his own existence, like if nothing was real.

A pang in his chest made him grip over his heart with shaky fingers, the all too familiar bile beginning to strut its way up his trachea at the intrusive thought that maybe you too had been a vision fabricated by his fucked up head. It would only make sense, how someone as perfect as you had just suddenly appeared like a lifeline, bright and beautiful, taking a liking to him of all people. Maybe he had finally lost his marbles, The Beef and everyone in that fucking place had finally broken him,

“Okay, okay, okay, get your shit together.” He mumbled to himself and rubbed a hand over his sweat covered face.

He tried to breathe in as deeply as he could with his aching lungs, hold it in then exhale shakily, like he had once read in one of those psychology posts that seemed irrelevant until now. With fingers pressing tightly against his temples, he continued the breathing exercises until he no longer felt like his chest would concave into a black hole. He dragged his other hand to the space between his torso and the backrest of the couch where he could feel the hard surface of his phone and unlocked it with slight trembling fingers.

His thumb hovered over the call button in your contact info, doubting if he should inconvenience you with his mental crap, especially at four in the morning. Instead, he moved to his gallery where the bright image contrasted between pictures of gloomy skylines and invoice reminders. Bright green gelée with vibrant edible violets stared back at him through the lit up screen while he readjusted himself in the small sofa, the pastry soothed the turmoil of negative thoughts regarding your existence and served as the confirmation his head needed to allow his worked up body some desired rest.

**********

It was Sweep’s turn to play the music for the day, and while normally he would just tune it out until service hours, the insistent bass mixed with his sleep deprivation, drilled a consistent hole right between his brows.

“Yo chef, turn that shit down, will ya?” He asked Syd, who stood close to the radio, cutting onions.

Despite their system functioning slightly better, Carmy couldn’t help being on edge from the moment he walked through the door, expecting anything and everything to go wrong. He could blame the nightmare still fresh in his mind, but he knew the sudden waves of anxiety had begun way before forcefully inheriting The Beef. Somewhere between New York and Noma.

Remnants of the conversation with his sister the week before surfaced from the shallow water and he remembered the pamphlets he had been skimming over right before discarding them completely when you had gone in to quit. A soft smile covered his face as the memories of everything that happened that night replayed in his head, then he cleared his throat to cover it up.

He finished dicing the vegetables for the giardiniera with mechanical ease, then threw everything in a low pot with vinegar, water, salt, pepper and a few bay leaves, leaving it to simmer. When he asked Tina to watch it for him, he only received a soft grunt as a response, which he answered with a ‘thank you, T.’ and retrieved into the office to find the pamphlets and give another good look over them.

Maybe Sugar wasn’t so crazy to suggest Al-Anon Family. God knows he needed somewhere to vent after all the shit that had happened in the past couple months. He was never the type to ‘talk about it’, no one in his family was, which was probably the biggest reason why the thing with his brother had happened. He was used to swallowing it down, whether it was his brother’s rejection or the constant verbal assault of America’s Next Top Chef Imbecile. He was used to keeping it controlled, letting it simmer slowly in the depths of his stomach, until it reduced into a thick red paste that invaded his veins and darkened his vision.

Before the voice in the back of his head convinced him that ‘It wasn’t worth it’ and that ‘all you need to do is man up, not fuckin therapy’, he saved the number in bold black letters to his contacts for safe keeping, promising himself he’d call during his next break.

Three soft knocks on the flimsy material of the open door caught his attention as he saved the papers into one of the many crowded drawers. He turned around in his chair and a new wave of found air reached his lungs.

“Hey ” You whispered, stepping into the small space, bottom lip caught in your teeth. “Am I interrupting?”

“Hey…” He breathed in, and for the first time in a while, he felt like the oxygen had finally filled his lungs. “N-no, no, no, of course not. What’s up?”

Carmy stood from his seat with renewed energy, stretching a hand to caress your forearm but stopped himself midway when he remembered that you hadn’t really talked about how you would approach this new situation whenever you visited the restaurant. Your eyes flickered to his stagnant hand and your grip around a grease stained cardboard box tightened. You threw a quick glance over your shoulder to make sure no one was looking, then softly pushed the door closed with your boot, until you heard a click. Immediately after, you carelessly dropped the box on his desk and circled your arms around his shoulders, pulling him down to your hungry lips. His arms automatically closed around your form and a soft hum escaped your throat as you melted into his warm embrace. It was absurd how quickly he had gotten used to the tender movements of your silky lips on his, because at that moment, he could not remember how he had lived so long deprived of such a delightful experience.

A light laugh escaped your mouth when your side hit the edge of his desk after he unconsciously spun you in the small space.

You pulled your face to take a few deep breaths as well as calm your thundering heartbeat, and when you finally opened your eyes, he swore you held the entire cosmos inside the dark, glittering voids.

“I just came to drop off family, but this is nice too.” You joked under your breath and he followed along.

“Hmm..what’d you make?”

“Empanadas.” You answered with a warm smile and reached for the forgotten box behind you. “See?” A savory scent invaded his nose from the moment you opened the lid, his stomach registering the estranged sensation of hunger after the long day.

“Shit… that smells fire.”

“You wanna take one now? Knowing them, there won’t be many left.”

“Oh no thanks, I’m good.”

You stared at him with a blank expression, then pushed the open box to him. You looked at him expectantly, then at the box and back at him. He sighed but reached into it and took one, placing it over a closed binder on his desk.

“Happy?”

“Mhm, very.” You answered with a satisfied smile, standing on your toes and giving him a chaste kiss. “So, whatcha lookin’ at?” You ask, dropping your bag over the familiar spot.

Carmy let you go and sat back down on the revolving chair with a sigh, analyzing how much of the truth he should tell you. He wasn’t sure if you knew about Mikey and all the shit that had gone down. From what he remembered, you had come in when the waters had finally settled and only the disaster after the storm remained.

The same wrenching feeling from the night before invaded his mind at the thought of dragging you into his mess.

“Just uhm…” He rubbed his face with his elbows resting on his thighs “Some accounting stuff I can’t get my head around.” He answered instead.

Your soft touch combed through the knotted curls of his hair, careful fingers massaged the neglected scalp and an involuntary sigh parted his lips. It’s like the simple act had triggered his neck to lose hold on his head because soon he felt the soft fabric of your shirt pressed against his forehead and eyes as you stood in front of him, massaging his worries away. You stepped between his separated legs, racking your nails from his scalp down his neck and to his tense shoulders, disarming him completely. The swell in his chest grew for a very different reason when he realized just how touch starved he truly was, as he could not remember the last time someone had treated him with such tenderness and care. If there ever was such a time.

“Maybe you just need some rest…” You said softly. “I’m sure you’ll figure it out soon enough.”

His hands rubbed absentmindedly along the length of your thighs, humming in response to your caring words. He rose his head from its comfortable place to look up at you. You smiled delicately down at him and cupped his face between your hands, then placed a loving kiss in the valley of his eye brows.

That was enough for the lock that guarded the Pandora’s box in the back of his darkened mind to break in two. His mouth parted lightly as the Adam's apple in his throat grew two sizes too big for words to escape, and he knew, though not if it was good or bad, that no one else would ever top the rush of emotions you had made him experience with such a simple gesture.

Your brows raised in confusion at his expression. “What?” You asked through a nervous laugh.

He shook his head with a light smile, gripping tightly at your hips where his hands had stopped, then stood from his chair.

“C’mon, let go feed these fuckers.”

Carmy placed his hand on your lower back as the other held on to the box, then after you opened the office door, you walked to the dining area where most of the bustle came from.

“Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged in and left to die!” Richie’s voice boomed above everyone else's, making the team turn in your direction.

There was a sudden screech of chairs as the group got up to greet you with enthusiasm, the sound made Carmy’s small migraine pulse but the sight of your excited expression soothed it back down.

“Look at you, all pretty in your blue aprons!” You said between laughs scanning your ex coworkers’ uniforms.

“Jeff says it compliments my eyes.” Tina joked, batting her lashes up at you.

“He couldn’t be more right.” You answered, hugging her side and turning to him with beaming eyes.

Marcus took the box from Carmy’s hands excitedly, opening it on his way to the table and setting it in the middle for all to take.

“Yo, these look sick! You made them?” He asked you after everyone had settled back down and you took a seat between Carmy and Syd.

“Yeah, well, my grandad helped. They good?”

“Tastes like shit..” Ebra mumbled through a mouthful of dough and everyone laughed.

“They’re actually an invitation-”

“I accept.” He interrupted and you snickered lightly.

“Where to?” Marcus asked.

“My grandpa’s turning 76 tomorrow. I was supposed to invite you guys like two weeks ago but I kinda forgot. So as long as you don’t tell my mother, I’ll make sure you leave on the verge of alcohol poisoning and with enough food for three days..”

He heard a few ‘Niceee’ from the youngests of the group, while Angel tried bargaining the amount of rations per person and failing miserably, bumping it down to two days and receiving a light smack in the head from Manny.

“Wow, wait I don’t think I can make it. I gotta work tomorrow.”

“Yeah, me too babe, sorry.”

Marcus and Sweeps let you know and when he turned to you, he could see your brows drop very slightly in disappointment.

“Yeah, I think we’re all on the clock tomorrow…” Richie said from his corner of the table.

“O-oh” He saw you swallow slowly, then smile softly to hide your expression. “No biggie, then. I’ll just tell her you’re all busy, she’ll understand.”

A few sorry’s spread through the group as they continued eating.

He remembered Tina had asked him for Sunday off a week ago and so did Sydney, so he assumed they would be there, but he knew how much it meant to you that everyone could go. They were your other family, after all.

Without overthinking it, the words bubbled in his throat, spilling over the edge before he could stop them.

“We could close.”

The movements stopped completely when everyone turned around to him, stunned. He cleared his throat out of nervousness from the sudden attention, then spoke again.

“For dinner, I mean.” He specified.

“Seriously?” Syd asked in surprise. “Cause even with our off days we’ve been opening daily for the past, what like two and a half months?”

“Yeah, but we’re finally up to date with the meat sourcers and we have at least a two week parachute to keep us off the ground.” Carmy flicked his eyes to your confused face, then back to the group. “Plus, I think we’ve all earned a good rest, right?”

The family erupted in delight at the good news, clear skies ahead as they felt they were almost out of the woods. Besides, no one could say no to a night of free food and booze.

While they finished eating, they arranged plans on how to carpool for the next day or on who would be the unlucky idiot to be the designated driver, at least out of the ones that could drive. Under the table, Carmy snuck his hand to rest over your knee, slow enough to not catch the attention of the crew, and yours cupped over it gingerly. A glowing smile covered your features when you looked at him, mouthing a very much heartfelt ‘Thank you’, that reached the dingiest parts of his tethered soul and appeased the flames bubbling in his core.

**********

You had not known a single moment of peace since the second your mother barged into your room to throw the covers off you around eight, nagging on how late it was for you to still be in bed at that hour. You could hear the familiar Spanish ballads playing on the TV, which indicated it was Sunday morning in your household; as well as the rowdy laughter of your aunts, scraping pans around as they made breakfast for everyone in the crowded apartment.

The morning was spent between answering personal questions about your dating life and hauling decorations down the multiple flights of stairs into the patio beside the complex. After bribing the maintenance guy with twenty dollars and the promise of free booze, he agreed to let you use the space in private for the afternoon, even helping you hang the string of paper decorations around the available tree branches and offering an extension cord for the fairy lights. Joshua carried most of the tables and chairs, ones he borrowed from a friend of his who owned a rental shop and after half an hour of figuring out the best layout, you were finally done.

You were quite proud of the turnout. The mismatched chairs and different colored tableware felt warm and inviting, just like the red carnations that sat in the makeshift wine vases along the main table. Your heart warmed at the sight of your grandmother’s favorite flowers, before closing the backdoor and walking up one last time to eat something then get ready.

“So, is your boyfriend coming?” Joshua broke the silence as you passed the second floor.

“The fuck are you on?” You asked back, a soft tint rising up your neck.

He turned around from a few steps above you and snickered. “C’mon, Fox. I saw him drop you off the other day.” His smile grew when he saw you swallow hard and that was confirmation enough. “I’m not telling ma, jus’ so y’know.”

“I know you won’t,” Your step quickened up a few stairs, then you kicked his right foot to his left while it was in the air, causing him to almost trip on himself. “cause if you do, I'll tell her about the time you and Nico took the car to go see titties and you were almost arrested.”

He rolled his eyes and groaned. “Dude, that was like two years ago, when will you let it go?!”

“When you two incels pay me back the bribe I had to give the bouncer so he wouldn’t call the cops on your asses!”

“Alright, fine! I won’t say shit..”

“That’s what I fuckin’ thought…”

“What do you care anyway?” You asked after a few silence filled seconds.

“I don’t, '' he answered defensively. “Just makin’ sure it’s not that tall asshole from your job.”

Now it was your turn to snicker. “Who Richie?”

Your little brother shrugged and the story Richie had told you on your first day, about the nerd that punched Carmy, came back to mind. A malicious smirk curled on your lips as you reached your floor, one hand lifting to pat sarcastically up on his shoulder.

“Don’t worry bout it weasel, it’s not Richie… It’s the other one.” You said, walking ahead of him. “The one you punched, ‘member?”

You heard the squeak of his sneakers at the sudden stop and you had to bite your cheek to not burst into laughter as you crossed the open apartment door.

A wave of scents and sounds invaded your senses the moment you walked through the threshold, overwhelming to the point of a starting headache. It also didn’t help that all your stomach had processed was a cup of coffee a couple hours ago and that you had wasted most of your energy running up and down trying to make everything look presentable. You crossed the hallway and moved directly to the kitchen to find something to eat before getting ready.

You were greeted by the welcome committee of your three matriarchs, all working on a different recipe around the counter, covered to the brim in ingredients.

“Ay, mi amor, you grew so tall!” Angie called excitedly the moment she saw you walk in.

“I've been the same size since senior year, tia, but thank you.” You laughed, hugging her shoulders softly to not move her hands cutting up veggies.

“Ya terminaron?” Your mother asked, kneading some dough inside a bowl.

You pulled a pear from the fruit bowl and nodded towards her. They continued gossiping as they worked through the ingredients and you chewed on your fruit in silence.

There was something you found peaceful about the women in your family, especially in these sorts of events. How they all knew with perfection their role, their gear that worked in synchronicity inside the machine. It was always so beautiful to watch them cook together, even as a child you were astonished at how they moved with ease around each other, knowing their needs without having to voice them. It was like watching a ballet company that had been training on perfecting the same choreography all their lives. They were the main reason you had gone into cooking before anything else was even considered an option. They made you see it as a dance, elegant and exact.

A sudden slap in the back of the head brought you back from your thoughts.

“Ay! Pendejo!” You shouted at your brother, rubbing your head and glaring in his direction.

“Mom’s talking to you!”

“And that’s why you hit me, you fuckin’ idiot!?”

A chorus of warning ‘Hey's was thrown to both of you, a reminder to behave on the important day.

“I was asking you if you invited your friends from work.” Your mother asked again.

“Mhm, they’ll be here around noon.”

She nodded slowly then looked back up at you with a subtle smile. “And did you invite that Carmy boy?”

“Ooh, who’s that?” Tere pitched in, now drawing the women’s attention towards your topic of conversation.

You bit back into the pear, ignoring the question as your mother took over for you.

“Oh, a boy that works with her, has the loveliest of blue eyes.” She said, widening her eyes and causing a wave of chuckling from her sisters. “What is he, russian?” She asked you.

“Italian.” You mumbled, through your chewing.

“Italian, that’s right!” Then she gasped as an idea came to mind. “You should introduce him to your cousin Sarita, y’know how lonely she’s been since her divorce…” Her voice shrinked into a whisper, as if she were telling a long kept secret.

You stopped mid bite at her words, sweeping through the sets of eyes that now waited expectantly for your answer. Joshua stood across the counter with a mocking smile and an apple in hand, while his other arm circled Angie’s shoulders.

“That’s a great idea ma, you should totally introduce ‘em to Sarita.” He said, then bit into his apple to hide the stupid grin invading his face.

You wanted nothing more than to lodge the fruit so far down his throat that he’d live with two Adam’s apples for the rest of his days, but you knew you’d have to answer for your crime against your mother’s darling boy. Instead you swallowed the last bite and left the space with the excuse of getting ready for the evening.

‘My mother wants to set you up with my cousin.

How good are you with kids?’

Read the text you sent Carmy while getting ready to take a shower. Your phone pinged less than a minute later and the little blue heart you had added next to his name made your stomach flutter.

‘Once sedated a party full of ‘em.

But other than that, pretty decent’

A loud laugh vibrated through your chest at his answer and you saved it in your mental folder under ‘stuff to ask him about’, next to the swirling designs on his torso and on how he had ended up stuck with The Beef, of all places.

Chapter 6.

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aectpen · 8 months

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Warmth - heeseung x reader

m.list

pairing: lee heeseung x reader

genre: angst with happy ending

synopsis: you and heeseung see each other for the first time since you moved away and he became an idol

words: .9k

you took a stroll around the neighborhood you grew up in. you haven’t seen this familiar scenery in 5 years ever since you moved across the country. you remember that day like it was yesterday. you had come home from school exhausted, only to find your parents sat at the table with distressed expressions on their faces. turns out they had been quietly struggling with making ends meet. causing you all to have to move in with your grandparents on the countryside.

you felt tears welling up in your eyes, recalling the memories you made in this place. It made you feel like a kid again. even the air felt nostalgic. You could almost see your younger self running to the playground with your friends.

“yn? is that you?” you knew that voice from anywhere. it was lee heeseung’s mother.

lee heeseung, before he became a hot shot idol, was your very best friend. you two did everything together. your parents joked about you guys growing old together, that was just how inseparable you were. when you moved, you both were devastated, but promised to keep in touch. as the years went by, the communication became rare. it went from frequent calls and texts to calling and texting when big things happen to wishing each other happy birthday to complete silence. you haven't even texted him in almost 2 years.

“yes, its me. it’s so nice to see you!” you rushed over and gave her a warm hug. this woman acted as a second mother to you. she always treated you like the daughter she never had.

"you've grown up so well. your mother told me you've become pretty, but wow you are beautiful." she pinched your cheeks. "you have to join us for dinner. i won't take no as an answer."

you were hungry, and heeseung doesn't even live with them anymore, so this couldn't hurt.

dinner was running smoothly. his parents and brother created small talk involving recent news in our lives.

"i actually am moving back in the area with a friend for work."

"so, we'll definitely be seeing more from you, right?" his mom asked. "oh of course, i missed your food."

you were interrupted by the sound of the front door opening.

"i'm home!"

shit.

"heeseung, hurry, we have a surprise!" his dad shouted.

you absentmindedly straightened your clothes and stood up. you knew that Heeseung had quite the glow up himself. you love his group and frequently check up on what he is up to. even if your friendship grew stale, you always will feel the same about him.

feeling the same about him includes your secret decade long crush on him. you were the type to never, by any means, reveal that you had a crush on someone in fear of rejection. you painfully watched as he had girlfriends over the years and openly told you about his crushes.

heeseung’s reaction to you standing at the table was questionable to say the least. he had wide eyes but an unreadable expression on the rest of his face. his lips didn’t even twitch, making the situation very awkward as you held a half smile.

he didn’t say a word and sat down at the table. the air became unbearably thick. everyone silently eating, but you. you didn’t have an appetite anymore. before mentally preparing yourself, you apologized and said you have to get home to let your roommate in as she forgot her keys. a total lie.

you headed over to your childhood comfort place, the park. you sat on the swings and slowly swung back and forth. you didn't expect heeseung to run to you and hug you, but definitely didn't anticipate him ignoring you. it made you confused and feel like shit. you didn't do anything wrong. the both of you slowly cut communication, no one was at fault here, but time.

you heard a creek next to you and looked over to see heeseung on the other swing.

"i'm sorry."

you didn't respond for a while. "i understand. i'm sorry too." you understood that he may have felt overwhelmed by the nature of you meeting with him again.

"i just didn't know what to say. i didn't expect you to be there. i missed you." he continued swinging beside you.

"i know. your mom suggested i come over and i was kind of hesitant at the idea of seeing you that. i didn't know how i'd react." you stopped swinging and turned to face him. he looked comfortable in his oversized hoodie. you wanted so badly to just hug him. "i'm happy for you Heeseung. i'm glad you're living out your dream."

"i love you." he looked over at you, a singular tear gliding down his cheek, shining in the moonlight. this caught you off guard. he opened a floodgate of tears you held back for the years you have been apart. you got up from the swing and wrapped him in a hug, snuggling your face in the crook of his neck. "i love you too, heeseung."

the both of you pulled away, staring at each other wordlessly. he reached for your cheek and caressed it with the pad of his thumb. "you're so beautiful." the butterflies in your stomach were restless. You couldn't stop the grin from reaching your face. "you know, i've had a crush on you forever."

"yn, that would've been nice to know earlier than now." he laughed. oh how much she missed his smile.

his thumb still on your cheek, he slowly pulled you in for a kiss. the warmth you felt was unrivaled. your lips moved together as if they were meant to be. harmonious, and full of love.

you were definitely coming around more now.

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xmorguekittyx · 7 months

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Ever Locked

Part 5: Now You Know From What

Part 4: Good Night, Bunny

pairing: Older!Leon Kennedy x Ex!Coroner’s Assistant Reader

warnings: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, talks of eating out, build up to enjoying trauma and being stalked

extra: i’m so so so so so sorry for the wait! it’s been insane and this job is killing me. I really can’t wait to find another. I’m still livid i lost my original chapter 5 :( I promise i’m gonna be back to writing, at least one chapter a week since i’m working 10 hour shifts a day for 5 days a week.

"So...", green eyes stare back at me as the hands of the waitress move from my vision. "So?", the warmth of the coffee cup is nice against my hands, the rain and near negative degrees having frozen my fingers as i stretch them against the warm cup. "Don't pull that shit on me.", the deadpan delivery nearly had me snort out coffee as her emerald eyes squint. I had no plans of telling Marina anything, nothing about the man from the bar. Nothing about the years before I came to Seattle. "He really unnerved me is all, asking about me and saying we dated. I never saw him before-", the sharp laughter from her voice in reply to my words had me jump, the liquid bit back at my bottom lip, causing me to wince.

"Don't believe me? Ask Ryan.", I nearly rolled my eyes at my best friend. Her lack of trust was not for no reason, but she just needed to drop it. I didn't want to bring her into the world of Leon Kennedy and the undead, it was hard enough having seen it first hand.

She'd just say it was insane sounding or that i must be lying once more. There seems no real way to get out of this but tell her but i truly did not want to. If it were up to me, Ryan wouldn't even know. With relationship came time to come clean, telling him in detail how my ex treated me and the night that lead up to my old ex treated me and the night that lead up to my old home being burnt to a crisp in a bombing.

"I will not, he'll lie to cover your ass. You're that kind of couple.", her tone was not friendly, her accent heavily German, as she took a bite of her eggs. Her eyes narrowing into mine, i could tell just in that look that she was over having to be left out of a good part of my life. She asked to get breakfast out, How could I say no? "You don't trust me and that's starting to upset me.", she continued, cutting another piece of the white fluffy eggs. "It's not that, Marina." the sigh that left my lips heavy and present within our conversation. "You're wonderful and so, so generous. You started hanging with me since day one at White Wolf, I could never not trust you.", the words came out so quick before i could process them. Yet, here i sat, lying to her face. How could she handle the horror that came? Anyway... it's not like Leon is that stupid to try something so many years later, right?

Blackness swirling across my vision, fingers digging into the hallows of my eyes. "I just need to quit attracting all the weirdos and psychos.", a dull bit of laughter fell from my lips, into the tense air that swam around us. "Hey, at least you've never been on a Dateline episode.", she shrugged, if only she knew how close I truly was to having my photo slapped across tv screens across the country, all the "she lit up the room when she walked in" bullshit. "Yeah, you're right.", the words felt a bit more... distanced than before, it seemed the normality crept away after seeing the blue eyes of an angel of pain.

The sound of my phone buzzing brought me back to reality, carving out a piece of waffle, the phone near my grasp as i reach for it. "Anyway, what time do you-", the number that flashes across the screen attached to the message was unfamiliar, the slightly blurry letters mumbling out a 'Bunny... i know you're angry with me, but give me a chance. I was only protecting you and now you know from what.', i felt like the back of my throat was kissed with acid, the hand holding the fork tightening as my brows pinched together. "Hey- earth to weirdo-", Marina's voice came back into recognition. Her laughter cut off as she realized my look of confusion hadn't changed. "You good? What happened?", her fingers wrapping around the glass of her cup, bringing it to her lips as she sucked from the straw.

"Someone texted the wrong number is all.", my eyes lingered on the glass she held before i looked up at her. "That's common right?", she nodded, "Why do you look like you saw a ghost?", did i really look that upset? My fingers gripping the Razr tighter, "They just said some weird shit.", my hand waved her off as i looked back down at the waffle before me, soaked in with syrup and butter. "You need to relax, honestly. You're so strung up over that guy from the bar and it's ridiculous. If you're being honest then he's just some fucking creep who doesn't want to keep it in his pants.", she shrugged, "simple as that.", and how i wished her words weren't more then a hopeful thought. "You're right, you're right.", i concurred, the waffle being stabbed by my fork before shoving the sickly sweet bite between my lips. The sticky, thick heavy taste of syrup carving its way between my taste buds. I could feel a drip, dribbling from the corner of my lips as my phone goes off once more.

'If you'd gone out with me, I'd love to taste that drop of syrup. You should be more careful, Bunny. Don't wanna stain that pretty black shirt, it's so pretty from the back.', my eyes now widened, feeling my pupils bug out from my head as i snap my head around, searching for the brown scruff or the blue eyes. "Hey- you're acting hella weird, girl.", Marina gave me a 'the fuck is wrong with you?' look. My eyes didn't stop searching for the man himself as I knew he had to be here, somewhere. He was a bold bastard, he knew how much this was bothering me as i got another text. 'Aw, searching so hard for me... i'm not easy to catch, Bun.', the sound of a motorcycle revving up caught my ears, snapping my eyes through the window to see a black leather jacket with white pin stripes. Mother fucker- that's him. That's the same jacket he had at the bar. That fucker was watching me.

I had half a mind to hop up and chase down his ass but that would accomplish nothing more than give him more of an opening to my life. He slipped the black helmet over his now brownish hair, fingers clicking through buckle in place as he revved up once more, taking out of the diner parking lot and heading back deeper into town. "Hottie on a bike- you have a boyfriend, miss thing.", Marina joked as i tried to crack a smile for her. "Yeah... just interested in the bike is all.", my words weren't the strongest but i giggled to give her more of a confident answer. The waffle now half eaten as i ran my fork over the pooled up brown amber liquid. "The bike?", her scoff was humor filled. "Yeah, sure and i'm interested in seeing anything as long as it's under a hot man.", she laughed as her explicit meaning was caught. My eyes rolled back as far as they could before i leaned over the table once more. "Shit up and eat your eggs before they get cold from all your talking.", i pointed my fork towards her plate as she poked my fork with hers. "You do the same, been on that waffle for 30 minutes now.", this is why we were best friends, her attitude rivaled mine but in the best way possible.

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"You're sure it's him.", I didn't see Ryan much at work, usually just at home or at a restaurant for his breaks. "Yes, i'm sure.", my arms crossed tightly under my chest, his eyes flickering to my tits before back up at me. "You said his name was... Leon...", he snapped his fingers, left hand on his hip as he tried to recall the creeps name. "Leon Scott Kennedy.", my eye narrowed, it seemed everyone had a great 'let's piss her off all day' meeting yesterday. "Right, you still got the test and the number?", he reached out for my phone, his large fingers brushing mine as i passed off the flip phone to him. "Yeah, just- hurry up and get back to me about the restraining order.", my hand fell to my hip. "I don't know if he's going to try anything but just knowing that he was watching me at Benny's.", a shiver ran up my spine at the thought. What if he came into our home? What if he had been watching for longer than i thought before?

"I promise, my love-", his lips pressed to the crown of my head, "-you're my priority at the moment.", he squeezed on my bicep, opening the flip phone and reading the message. His hand gripping the phone in a grip so hard i thought he’d snap the device before he handed it back to me. His hands pulling up his slacks before he wiped at his nose, eyes on the floor before he looked up at me. "You tell me as soon as you get another message. I don't care where you are or if he's watching. Call me and tell me.", he pointed at the phone in my hand. I knew his jealousy had a mean steak but this seemed to tip him off harder than before as he ran his fingers through his hair.

"He like that when you were together?", it was rude, his tone asking and demanding an answer rather than the sweet one usually used to not push her. "No... he was shy back then and a little unexperienced.", i'm not sure why i answered but i did, just to make him feel better. My words seemed to have the opposite reaction of deescalation to escalating the entire thing- before i knew it, my back was pressed to the top of his desk, papers and cups falling over the other side of the mahogany desk. "He didn't know how to treat a pussy as good as yours.", his words came quick as he snatched the joggers off my legs, the wet patch across my underwear definitely not from seeing Leon on that bike from earlier. Something has to be wrong with me... to get so turned on from my psycho ex stalking me.

"Pussy's so wet f' me.", his lips pressed a kiss onto the soaked gusset of the pink underwear. "So soaking wet, don't even gotta ease you up, bed you could take my cock right now.", has i know jealousy was the one thing to break the man- i would've told him more about the men at work. His tongue danced across the gusset, drawing small photos as he teased. "Ry-", my lips bit between my lips. "Be quiet, slut.", he scoffed, his fingers ripping the pink fabric before his pointer and middle fingers tucked the material into the parting of my lips. "Dont need all my coworkers hearing your whore mouth. They'll try to get in this pussy too, you'd like that wouldn't you? Pussy so full of cocks, that's why you didn't tell me about your ex, right? You wanted all day to come to me and tell me he was watching you. Bet he likes to watch you shower too, see you fingers that cunt-", he breathed onto my wet slit, causing a shiver to crawl up my spine.

I know that i shouldn't be turned on by thinking about Leon Kennedy, especially after all the shit and trauma he put me through, but some trauma's manifest themselves on weird ways- mine being i am always turned on by the things he did. That's why i stayed those days... maybe he's not the only fucked up one. Maybe he fucked me up, made me some stupid, small girl. Made me conform to what he gave me... in that little of time, he conditioned me to his type of affection and god- did i love and hate it.

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okay this one is! i drew the art really quickly as a companion to the rest of the stuff under the readmore. read the stuff.

Whumptober day 5: Alt prompt, Tears

Once, years before, Ingo had been witness to the Pearl Clan's funeral and burial customs for the first time. He remarked to someone that he felt as if the ones from where he had originated were quite different, in that one would bury the deceased under a small stone with their name carved on it, near families in a group burial site, albeit with their own individual graves. The striking image of rows of stones in a small field, varying in size and shape, had echoed through his mind for a moment.

It was all he could recall, a fleeting memory that he'd forgotten within moments, but it was still notably different from the Pearl Clan's own customs, with isolated burial sites marked by certain carved poles instead.

He didn't even remember mentioning it until just now.

It was an odd feeling. There was a strange warmth near where his heart would be, that someone cared enough to remember the offhand comment he had made at the time, cared enough to follow it to the best of their abilities.

But it was also incredibly strange to look at one's own grave. A certain brand of dread, of fear and horror.

He shuffled his ghostly limbs slightly, stiffly curling onto the ground as he continued to stare at the stone and the falling snow slowly built up on his body. He brushed the fresh snow off of the stone.

Before, he had plausible deniability. Yes, he was undeniably ghost-like now. But he wouldn't couldn't remember the events that led up to this new form of his (other than an intense, desperate terror). Perhaps something strange and magical had happened to cause his dramatic shift in form. But here and now…

Something told him there was certainly a body under that grave. One undeniably his own.

He had well and truly died.

He shuddered, curling his long, serpentine body in further.

He had died. He was dead, and death was not something one could recover from. (Not back to one's original state, at least.)

He wasn't ready, but really, who Was?

But he had died before he was ready, and nothing he could do could change that.

He still needed to know where he came from, who the faint figures in his memories were that filled him with such contradictory warmth and loneliness. His amnesia, his place of origin.

A faint clicking filled the air, the sound of metal on metal, and he realized he was shaking hard enough for the ghostly steel on his new form to clatter together.

He curled up as tight as he could, attempting to suppress the shaking, but it did nothing to soothe the ache in his metaphorical heart.

Even if he did somehow find his home station, he would never be able to do the things he would have as a human ever again.

He had no beating heart, no soft flesh, no warmth of his own; only the steel and the ghostly limbs of his new form.

The faintest recollection of energetic, full-body hugs, where it felt like he was being crushed in the best way as the other swung him around in the air, clawed at his heart as he realized he would never feel that again.

The very basis of human interaction, that need for physical contact and affection, was now completely lost to him forever.

He let himself cry, then, as best as this form could even as there were no real tears (and how depressing was that? He would never be able to shed a single tear again, whether it be from happiness or sadness).

A low, distinctly inorganic keening filled the air, the creaking of metal as it was stressed, screeching and wailing. Odd hissing metallic twangs interspersed throughout, as if imitating a human's sobs.

#whumptober2022 #no.5 #altprompt #tears #ghost worm au #submas au #submas #pokemon #ingo #ghost worm ingo #it's funny because he is literally incapable of crying #fic #writing

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Kitten for Christmas

Summary: You're suppose to be in Gotham to reunite with your sister for Christmas, but due to the crazy weather she can't fly in and you end up walking into the right store.

Pairing: Reader x BookstoreOwner!Jason Todd

Words: 2.5k

Warnings: SMUT 18+, Daddy kink, meet cute, ex's to lovers, chance meetings, weather trope, choking, degradation, Plot? never heard of her.

The weather is about as crappy as you expect for Gotham this time of year. The biting snow covering every inch of the sidewalk, the sky dark and gloomy and the old ass street lamps barely lighting anything. Your flight landed this morning only for your sister to call and tell you that she was stuck on campus in Central City, something about a Flash parade and the snow closing the airport after your flight landed. When you called the airport to see if you could get home, the clerk confirmed what your sister said was true, no flights were coming in or out until at least New Years. Shit.

So now you’re stranded, in a city you hate with nothing to do. This was supposed to be a tradition, the two of you meeting up in the city you grew up in, to stay in the old family house with your extended family. But without Fiona, it would be a drag. You know you won’t be able to handle your aunts asking you when you’re going to settle down, move back to Gotham and start a family. Which is 100% not the life you want for yourself.

The snow starts to fall heavier as you walk down main street, trying to find a hotel with an empty room. But it seems like they're all booked out for the week.

Your phone buzzes in your hand, "Aunt Carol" the caller Id reads. Spotting a light on nearby you duck into the store to escape the cold and try to hide the street noise as you attempt to lie to your aunt. “Hey, Aunt Carol,” you answer the call, pulling your gloves from your hands as the warmth from the store hits you, “How are you?.”

“Good dear. We’re just waiting on you and Fiona. Are you nearly here?”

“We can’t make it. I’m stuck at Star airport and Fi is stuck in Central.” you sigh, trying to sound sad about it, “We’re going to miss the party this year. Darn,” you look up at the store, noticing that luck is on your side. A Cafe? A bookstore? Either way it's warm and you find yourself shrugging your jacket off and walking a bit further into the store. Closing your eyes as you lean back against a stack of books.

“Oh dear, that’s too bad. Cassidy’s boyfriend brought a friend. He’s really handsome. I think you two would hit it off.”

“Yeah, really bad.” you try to sound genuine, staring down at your winter boots, “Anyways, hopefully I can get out a flight tomorrow,”

“Hope you can make it. We miss your face. Maybe I can give him your number,”

“No thanks, Bye,” you hang up letting out a breath. Fuck, she means well, but the last thing you want is to be set up by your 80 year old aunt who's determined to trap you in Gotham.

“Miss,” a deep voice startles you, “Can I help you?”.

“Shit!” you press your hand into your chest, your heart nearly jumping out. You spin, taking in the tailored leather jacket, a square pair of horn rimmed glasses and a jawline that could cut glass. Your eyes nearly pop out of your head when you look closer, noticing the wavy dark curls with a tiny patch of white at the front and the tiny scar on his brow, “Jason?”

“Sorry, do I know you?” he stares down puzzled, adjusting his glasses and tilting his head.

“Oh, sorry. I ah- never mind,” you shake your head, turning away to hide your embarrassment. You could have sworn it was him, but it wouldn’t be the first time you have mistaken someone for him. Shit, you feel like you see him everywhere, especially when you’re in Gotham. It was one of the reasons you hated coming home. You’ve got one arm in your coat and three steps from the door when he stops you.

“Kitten,” he reaches out grabbing your arm, “I’m kidding,” he smiles when you turn back to him, your eyes lighting up, “Did you really think I forgot you?”

“I mean it's been what? 5 years?”

“I could never forget those eyes,” his hand falls down your arm, holding onto your wrist, “In town for the holiday?”

“I was.”

“I didn't mean to overhear but it sounds like you're bailing on your family.” he tugs you further into the store, guiding you towards a set of couches that are nestled between some shelves.

“Yeah, Aunt Carol is determined to keep me here, but Fi canceled and I don't feel up to it.” How is he being so casual? Things didn’t exactly end poorly, but they weren’t great either. He pretty much disappeared without a trace with only a letter to tell you Bruce had sent him to work in Tibet.

“Want some coffee while you figure it out?”

“That’d be great actually.”

“Be right back.” he says, heading off behind a bar, “Extra milk and no sugar still?”

“Yes please,”

He’s quicker than you think and you barely have a chance to take in the cosy feeling of the store. Full of books, painted a dark, deep red with warm wooden accents and filled with the scent of coffee and pine. It’s really a nice store, you make a mental note to bring Fi next time you’re both in the city.

“Here ya go, Kitten.”

“Been a long time since I’ve heard that,” you giggle into your mug. Gods this is easy, you nearly forgot just how easy it had been with him. He looks at you over his mug, his scarred eyebrow lifting just a smidge.

“I missed that,” he moves sitting down next to you, his arm falling over the back of the couch behind you, “Those little giggles,”

“Jason, this is a shop,” you try to protest when he takes your coffee and puts it on the table, “What are you doing?” you look away, trying to not look at him, at those pretty lips, how tight that jacket seems to be. Distracting yourself and trying to put some distance between you, “wow. So many books. Wonder where the clerk is?” you think aloud.

“He’s right here,” Jason whispers, his fingers grazing down from your neck, across your clavicle to your arm.

“You? You’re the clerk?”

“I am. I own the place.”

“How long have you-”

“Kitten. Stop.”

“What?”

“I know what you’re doing,” his other hand touches on your thigh, “I can play along, if you like,” he leans back, watching your face, “How's Star City? Met anyone nice there?”

“It’s fine. Like home. But sometimes the sun actually comes out,” you laugh at yourself, pressing your hand into his chest. Fuck, you hadn't forgotten how firm it was, but feeling it again was something else. You pull your hand back, this was a bad idea. No matter how lucky you feel right now having to seemingly walked right back into Jason's life.

“Is there someone?” his hand starts to pull away.

“No,” the word falling out of your mouth before you can even think, “I mean, No. I haven’t really met anyone,” you try to sound casual but his hand on your thigh tightens.

“Why's that Kitten?” his voice is right in your ear, his coffee breath fanning down your throat, “Beautiful woman like you. You must have them lining up around the block,” his fingers creep their way up your thigh.

“Not me that's the problem,” you breath, inching closer to him, “Just couldn't-”

“Couldn't find someone who knew how to satisfy you?”

“Jay-” you squirm as his fingers reach your panties, “Someone could see,”

“No, Kitten,” he grabs your hip pulling you on top of him, “You walked right past me as I was locking the door. No ones going to see us.”

“Unless they walk past those big ass windows,”

“Good point,” his hands slide down to your ass, “arms around me.”

“Jason-” you try to struggle, but he stands carrying you around the couches and towards the counter. Stopping to push you into a bookcase, his fingers gliding up your thigh, “it’s shaking,”

“Got distracted by your pretty lips and this tiny fucking skirt. Red always was a good colour on you.”

“I like it,” you giggle when he spins you around, one hand on your ass and the other working your top from your skirt, kicking over a chair that gets in his way, “You’re wrecking your store,” you say through your laughter as your mind races with what the fuck is happening. Only 10 minutes ago you were wondering what you were going to do tonight.

“Won't be Jay much longer.” he kisses on your neck, “Remember what you used to call me Kitten?” placing you on the counter, stepping between your legs and spreading them open.

“Hmm,” you pull him close, lacing your fingers together around his neck, “Don’t seem to recall,” you ponder, nudging your nose against his.

“Really, Kitten?” he tugs underneath your knees, your back falling onto the counter, “you don't remember? Want me to remind you?” flipping your skirt up, his strong fingers grab at your thick stockings tearing them down the centre. “No panites?” his eyes wide as he stares hungrily at you, “Such a bad girl,” he slaps your clit, “I can fix that,” he cups your pussy, his fingers just resting on top of your dripping pussy. “You know what I want.”

“My god,” you grind down into his hand. “How could I forget?”

“Say it then,”

“Daddy,” you pant, starting to squirm under his touch.

“My good Kitten. Did you miss me?”

“Yes,”

“What did you miss most?” his nose rubs at your ear, his breath hot on your skin, “My mouth,” his palm presses into your clit, “My fingers,” fingers plunging down inside you, opening and stretching you out, “my tongue,” his tongue traces at the edge of your ear, sending a shiver down your spine straight into your pussy, “My cock,” you shake, desperately underneath his touch. “Is that it, my Kitten? You miss Daddy's cock? Miss the way I split you open and fuck you like the whore you are?” Jason snarls, thrusting another finger inside you.

“Yes, fuck. Daddy,”

“You want it?”

“Please,”

“Beg for it,” your eyes are glued on his belt, his long fingers moving to get it open. Your eyes bulge out of your head when you finally lay eyes on the cock that you miss so much.

“I thought about it,” you admit, sitting up on your elbows, giving yourself a better view.

“What?” he asks, taking himself in his hand, his thumb grazing over the tip of his weeping cock.

“You.”

“What about me?”

“Every night, before I went to bed I thought about you.”

“What was I doing?”

“Fucking me. Your tongue in my mouth,” you stare at the swollen head of his cock, “Your hand on my throat,” you start to palm your breasts, “your voice in my ear,” you spread your legs even wider so he can see how much your dripping for him, “Your big cock splitting me in half.”

“Like this Kitten?” he bends over you, his cock slipping through your dripping pussy, “You’re so wet for me,”

“I missed you,”

“I missed you and my pretty pussy,”

“Daddy. Jay- please,”

“Kiss me and tell me you want me,”

“I want you,” you wrap your hands through his hair, pulling your lips to his and latching on as his cock spears into your tight pussy.

“Fuck, SO fuckin perfect. Better than I remember,” he moans into your ear. His hand closing around your neck and his cock pushing the limits on how far has ever gotten inside you. “Such a good little whore for Daddy, letting him fuck her in his shop.” he brings your leg around his waist, “You like knowing anyone could see what a pretty little slut you are for me Kitten?”

“Yes,”

“You miss Daddy's big cock stretching you out while you've been away?”

“FUck, so much,”

“No one can fuck you like I can.”

“No, they cant”

“No one knows how my little kitten needs to be treated to they?”

“Not like you,”

“That's right baby, ain't no one ever gunna fuck you like I do,” he spins you, pressing your breasts into the counter. His thick cock only withdrawing for a second before pounding in deeper than before. His hand twists into your hair pulling your head back, “Scream for me,”

“Daddy, it's so good, so deep,” you moan as pleasure and pain mingle together in your blood and rush straight to your pulsing pussy.

“Yes, tell me who fucks you so good,”

“Daddy,” he rewards you with a slap to your ass and a harsher pull on your hair.

“My good Kitten,” his hand on your hip skips under your leg to rub at your clit, “show me how good you can be,” he fucks into you, pressing his wide cock on your g spot, “show me by cumming on my cock,”

“Jason,” his hand pulls your head back and he bites into your shoulder, “Daddy,” you pant, your arms pressing into the counter to hold you up, “Yours, Daddy,”

“Mine,” he moans as you start to fuck back into him, “My kitten,”

"Yes,"

"No matter where you go or what you do. You're always going to be mine," he growls into your ear and your feet start to go numb.

"Oh..Oh.. fuck." you pant, your ears starting to pop and your mind going blank.

“So close Kitten, cum on me,”

“Dadd-Jau- fu-” the words jumbled as you fall apart in his arms, your muscles go taught before falling listlessly in his arms and he keeps going.

“Make me cum for you,”

“Daddy, Fuck, I want your cum inside me,” you press down on his cock, “Want you to fucking fill me,”

“Fuckin hell," he growls his legs staring to sake and his breath growing ragged as you feel his cum fill you. His body going as limp as yours when he's done.

“Jason,” your breath is still well breathy.

“Kitten,”

“Should we.. like move?”

“Not yet,” he presses soft kisses into your cheeks, “I really did miss you,”

“Missed you to Jason,”

“Why leave then?’

“You left first."

"Wasn't my choice to leave you. Why don't you move back?"

"Work,”

“Aren't you freelance? Can you work from anywhere?”

“How do you know that?

“May have stalked you a bit,”

“Yeah, I am. And I can. I just- there was nothing keeping me here. You left and-”

“And I came back.” he nuzzles into your neck, “So did you.”

“I did.”

“Do you miss the city?”

“Not as much as I missed some of the people in it,”

“Like who?”

“Handsome bookstore owners for one."

“What did you miss about him?”

“This.” you fingers brush against his lips, “ that smile."

“What are your plans for the rest of the night?”

“I need to find a hotel,”

“No Kitten, I just got you back. You can stay with me.”

“At the manor? No thanks.”

“My apartment is upstairs, you're welcome to it.”

“You going to stay with me?”

“Is that ok?”

“Yes Kitten. Why don't I get you upstairs and I'll make you some dinner."

“Sounds good to me,”

“And we can talk about you staying,”

“Jason,” you level a look at him when he lifts you up.

“I think I can convince you.”

“How's that?”

“How long have I got?”

“The airports closed until New Years,”

“I can be very persuasive,”

“I know that's true.”

“Thank you, Kitten,” he says as he carries you up the stairs.

“What for?”

“I finally got my Christmas wish.”

“To fuck in your store?”

“No, every year,” he nuzzles into your cheek, “All I ever wish for is to have my Kitten back.”

#BookstoreOwner!Jason Todd #reader x jason todd #x reader #jason todd x reader #femreader x jason todd #jason todd fic

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jane-gunson123 · 2 years

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Met His Match

In which John Shelby meets his match in the form of a pretty, bold, resilient northern gangster.

Disclaimer: This is set in 1919, just after ww1 and John hasn’t married Esme but he does have his 4 kids still.

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John’s morning had been somewhat mundane, nothing out of the ordinary, his kids arguing, Tommy stressing at the betting den but about noon that had changed. Tommy had word of a rival gang from up north sniffing around Birmingham, looking to take over the race tracks.

Tommy had given him and address and a name and sent him on his way, 39 Armory Road, Mr. O’Callahan. That should be easy right, at least John hoped it would be.

The house he arrived at was no different to his home on Watery Lane, that surprised him. He of course had walked passed this house from being 5 aloud to roam the streets, so he knew what the house looked like but h would of thought a rival gang with money would of chosen a nicer head quarters.

He had heard of the O'Callaghan's from his earlier years. They were a family of gypsies who had risen in power to the top. They were exactly like his family apart from no one had ever seen the Mr O'Callaghan himself and lived to tell the tale at least.

John has met his 3 brothers when he was younger but there was a forth and it was the fourth who was in charge.

Knocking on the door and waiting for an answer was probably the most nerve racking thing he had ever done.

“Yes?” A young woman, no older than 21 answered the door. John was star struck, that was not who he had expected to answer the door. He auburn hair flowed gracefully in the breeze as her dress clung to her figure in all the right places.

“What's the matter, Dukes not bit one of yours has he?” The emotion in her eyes was fathoms deep, yet they carried the warmth and life of the sunlit surface. They had a thousand hues of blue and a small touch of hazel radiating in softly swooping arcs.

“No, no,” John stutted, this woman was making him question if he had nocked on the wrong house, “I’m looking for a Mr O’Callaghan, love”

“You better come in then,” The woman sighed.

John was quick to follow behind the woman into her kitchen. “So is he in?”

“I’m assuming your not after Carl or one of the other two, you want him don’t you?” She didn’t sound upset, more intreeged and it was like she was riddiculing him.

“Yeah, we need to talk.” John answered, “Whats yout name, love?”

“Ruth,” she answered smirking.

“Mam,” A little boy, who John assumed was Duke ran into the house through the back door, his dirty bloned hair messy while his bright blue eyes caught a glimpes at John.

“Yes, Duke.” Ruth asked, picking up the boy to cuddle him in.

“i’m tried and who’s that ugly thing?” Duke said pointing at John.

“hey, thats rude appoliges.” Ruth snapped, putting the boy down passing him a cup with jucie in and a blanket from over the back of the chair, “Go to the sofa and lie down, I’ll be through in a mintue.”

“Okay and sorry,” The boy whispered to John, he was no older than 5 but clear a hand full like most gypys kids he had seen, his were the same.

“I’m sorry about him, buts he right, who are you?” Ruth asked.

“John Shelby.”

“Ah, so your the infumase peaky blinder, everyone keeps takin about. I dont see the obsession, your not all that.” Ruth said, sitting back down at the table.

Never in john Shelbys life had he ever been so insulted by a mother and child in the space of 5 minutes.

“Rude.” John mutted lowly.

“what, do you want me to apoligies?” Okay, now she was deffintly riddiculing him.

“What have you got to do with Mr O’Callaghan?” John asked.

Never had he seen a woman laugh more at a serious question. “I am Mr O’Callaghan, darlin’” Her geordie accent was strong and John was suppriesed he could understand her half the time.

“Your the mysterious gangster that controls most of England.” John marvelled.

“You say it likes its hard.” Ruth said, she was relaxed, very relaxed.

“So its you behind the Callaghan Mob, a woman, no rich man.” John was uterly speakless.

“Honey, I am the rich man.” Ruth answered, “John, you have been a while, what exsactily do you want? And be careful what come out of your mouth next, because if you remember I am a ruthless gangster.”

“To talk, we have had word about you wanting to take over the race trackets south of Manchester.”John was calm but in reality he was shitting himself and Ruth could easily see through his facade.

“I have no intensions of taking over race tracks, I can assure you, John. It would be pointless and its not what my boys do.” Ruth paused, poping her head into the living room to check on her son before continguing, “I have a much better propersition for the peaky blinders but I feel like im taking to the wrong brother.”

“Possibly, what you thinking love?”

“The Peaky Blinders re an up and coming gang and a powerful one at that, but you are not going to get to the top by petty street crimes and fighting men who think they are something like Billy fucken Kimber. So what I prepose is we team up. I’m looking to expand, I already control from the scottish boarder to Nottingham but me, my brothers and main cousins are already very streached out, I have someone who controls Scotland under me and some for Walses as well as Luton to the end of the counrty. This is where you come in, I need a gang to tak eover from Nottingham to Luton before I go to ireland to eventully concquere there. So what do you say, me and my connectiongs help you control 1/4 of England in the next 3 years aswell as every race coures on my side of the treaty aswell as your own. All we want is 50% of your profits for the first 3 years then 25% every year after, but I hav e to warn you, double cross me and i will make sure that not one of your family is left.”

“I’ll tell Tommy your preposion and he will be in touch.” John answered, taking in all of the information he had just recieved.

“I hope to see you soon, and if everything work out will be parterns in running the UK’s underworld very soon.

Ruth had to be the one woman that had made John speachless. She was truly an enigma and he was weirdly draw to her.

John Shelby had finaly met his match.

#john shelby imagine #joe cole #peaky blinder imagine #peaky blinder fanfic #john shelby x reader

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holdinbacksecrets · 2 years

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sleeping, waking up, and dreaming with bts

namjoon: did you ever go to sleep? you can’t remember with all the deadlines existing between the two of you. but it’s fun to have a work companion. someone with passion and ambition who smiles when you bring another cup of tea before guiding you down to his lap. he’ll kiss your shoulder and continue on, appreciating the breaks of affection that only come when he’s working from home. you fall asleep after the sun has come up, and he’s far from done. he knows you have lots to do too, but he couldn’t possibly stir you

jin: he’s so annoying with his mimicked alarm clock sounds and some bullshit about only getting kisses once your eyes are open and you’ve at least escaped the comforter because he knows how tempting its warmth is for you

yoongi: it wasn’t a nightmare, although it should have been. the discomfort is still on your skin. you face him and wait for his eyes to open. you're nervous to see the emotions that stain his orbs. if any anger is leftover. if any resentment is fresh. if the love is clear. but his lips press to your forehead. he’s awake? when did he wake up? he pulls you closer. your hand meets his waist, clutching cotton. his exhale blows your baby hairs, and you fall asleep in his arms because his eyes were soft, sincere, with love so clear

hoseok: your best friend got married. they exchanged vows at sunrise, and the reception won’t begin until that evening. you slipped your shoes off as you walked back to the car, his hand in yours, keeping you balanced. your eyes met, and you smiled. you would’ve looked away a few years ago beneath that gaze, but it’s different now. he’s yours. his eye contact is your favorite kind. you stopped for breakfast. you ate on the drive home with the windows down. you fell asleep in your dress. he escaped his suit jacket. the alarm goes off at 4. he guides you to the shower. kisses through a warm stream and you’re wide awake

jimin: he wakes up before you do and admires you dressed in the sunlight that passes open blinds. the air is cool, but your skin is warm as his fingertip trails the length of your arm, spending time on the tattoos. he smiles at the memory: it feels like forever ago, when you shared their meanings. you were so intriguing; he noticed everything left unsaid. the moments you closed your mouth again because he wasn’t safe for all your vulnerable yet. he wakes up early to admire you in sunlight

taehyung: you wake first and smile as you hold on to the dream that entertained your slumber. he’ll have one to share too. it always works out that way, so you wait to be joined. “your rating?” he questions. “it was good... a strong 7.” “really? mine was barely a 5, so you’re first. let’s hear it.”

jungkook: he took the red eye home, landed at 5, joined you in bed no later than 6, and you slept all day. you couldn’t sleep with him away. the pieces of him you’re used to holding and keeping close lost their touch— were in dire need of a recharge. it’s 8pm when you wake. you’re hot and confused and hoping it’s still saturday. “are you hungry?” “mhmm. what do you want? i can cook.” “baby, you can barely open your eyes. i’ll make something. lay back down.” “no no, it’s ok. i’ve been in this bed alone too many times. i’ll lay down by your feet like my dog used to do.” “i love you.” he muses, all endeared. “mmm, i love you” and your eyes open. you drag a blanket to the kitchen

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BBC Ghosts Fic Masterlist

Thomas-centric

The first step - Julian clears up the misunderstanding about Thomas’s portrait.

Not so different - Mary and Fanny make sure Thomas is not alone after 2x04.

This place (6/6) - 5 times Thomas felt the cold and 1 time someone noticed.

Heat - Thomas isn’t dealing well with the heat. This has consequences.

Renovations - Alison notices Thomas’s wound makes it hard for him to rest.

Privilege - After a Toaster Incident, the Captain makes sure Thomas is all right.

Quiet - Thomas & Humphrey find Alison crying after Lucy's betrayal.

The Storyteller - Jemima loves Thomas’s bedtime stories. She isn't the only one.

The Fire - After a fire, Thomas discovers his ghost power & Mary offers comfort.

The Wisp - A portal malfunction leaves Ho-Tan & Alvin stranded at Button House.

Apology - After a talk with Nigel, Thomas apologises to Humphrey.

The Storm - On a stormy night, Julian starts to see Thomas in a different light.

Grace (10/10) - Baby Cooper's arrival changes many things for the better, at least at first. Or: babies can see ghosts only up until they can walk.

Loved - After finding out what pro & con means, Thomas decides to leave.

Fireworks and Fairy Lights - Thomas, fireworks and the realisation that he is not as alone and unloved as he thinks he is.

Wonder - On Easter Sunday, the Captain takes it upon himself to return a little magic to Thomas's life.

Thomas/Nigel

Flashback (2/2) - Thomas has a panic attack and Nigel finds him.

Warmth - Thomas can feel the cold and Nigel keeps him warm.

Fireworks - New Year’s Eve: Thomas hides in the basement. Nigel comforts him.

Cold Touch (2/2) - Nigel realises Thomas’s wound hurts and finds a way to help.

Cranes - Thomas accidentally tells Nigel he loves him. Sequel to Cold Touch.

The Knight - Thomas is heartbroken on Valentine’s Day. Nigel makes it better.

A Good Thing - Thomas is upset and hides by the lake. Nigel finds him.

A Little Faith - Thomas & Nigel tell the others. Sequel to A Good Thing.

Sleepover - Thomas invites Nigel to sleep with him. Sequel to Renovations.

Relief - Thomas suffers from a migraine and Nigel finds a way to make it better.

Peasant and Poet - Thomas & Nigel talk about what might have been.

The First (2/2) - Thomas gets kissed by the wrong person & Nigel makes it okay.

Forward - Nigel keeps Thomas company while the others celebrate the new year.

Certainty - After the panto, Nigel wishes he could have danced with Thomas.

Knowledge - Thomas comforts an upset Nigel after Walter insults his intellect.

Burgundy (2/2) - Walter confronts Nigel about his relationship with Thomas.

Dreaming - Thomas and Nigel, and the dreams that haunt them.

In The Right Place - The Captain and Nigel have more in common than they think.

The Heart - On Valentine's Day, Pat helps Nigel confess his love to Thomas.

Hope - After the Coopers leave, Thomas can't handle the quiet.

The Name (3/3) - Soulmate AU. Thomas and Nigel through the ages.

Thomas/Julian

Compromise (2/2) - Julian and Thomas struggle with their relationship.

Body Heat (5/5) - Thomas keeps sneaking into Julian's bed because he's cold.

Thomas/The Captain

Thorn(e) - There's more to his lover's name than the Captain realises.

The End Of Spring - Havers's shadow hangs over Thomas and the Captain's courtship.

The Captain/Havers

Empty - Once upon a time, the Captain and Havers were almost happy.

Missed Chances - 5 times the Captain reached out to Havers and 1 time Havers reached out to him.

Wounded (5/5) - 3 ways the Captain didn’t find out about Havers’s wound, 1 way he did, and 1 way he might have if life had been a little kinder to them both.

Sound of Silence: The Captain and Havers share a dance.

Julian/Robin

Not Like Them - Julian and Robin promise each other a future.

The News - Julian sees his daughter on TV for the first time.

Wish Upon A Star - Julian and Robin, the stars and the people they miss.

Button House Museum AU

Bring Him Home - After 30 years, Havers returns to the museum.

Fall From Grace (4/4) - On a cold morning, Francis drowns Thomas in the lake.

Drowning in Dreams - The aftermath, in which Thomas has nightmares.

Others

The Letter - Humphrey receives bad news and Sophie is there for him.

The Club - Not allowed at the trial, Nigel explores the house and meets Jemima.

Stuck - The story of Helmut and Wolfgang, the two German pilots.

Howling - After camping the night before, the Captain tells Kitty a bedtime story.

Favourite Person - Jemima and Jean make a difficult day happier for Humphrey.

One Day - After the wedding, Fanny and the Captain have a talk.

Starving - Fanny used to love to sing but can't bring herself to anymore.

Weaving Baskets - Humphrey learns about Mary.

Good Boy - Alison and Mike plan a surprise for Robin for saving Mike's life.

Fic collections

Prompt Ficlets I (25/25) - 14 BBC Ghosts ficlets.

Prompt Ficlets II (25/25) - 18 BBC Ghosts ficlets.

Prompt Ficlets III (20/20) - 14 BBC Ghosts ficlets.

Prompt Ficlets IV (15/15) - 10 BBC Ghosts ficlets.

Whumptober 2022 Part 1 (14/14) - 4 BBC Ghosts fics.

Whumptober 2022 Part 2 (14/14) - 7 BBC Ghosts fics.

#bbc ghosts #my fic #fic masterlist

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lucky-clover-gazette · 2 years

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gaylight savings

vio x shadow | pure comfort | 2252 words

“Part of the Hylian condition is change,” Vio says, tenderly tucking hair behind Shadow’s ear. “There are good parts about the winter months, I promise you.”

“Like what?”

“Well I happen to find it very cozy, bundling up when it’s cold outside. Reading, especially with a cat on my chest or you in my arms.”

read it on ao3 or under the cut:

Shadow cannot believe it’s pitch-black outside at 4:00 PM.

Back in the day, he would have relished this seasonal change, as he had only been able to go outside comfortably in the dark. But now, half a year after returning from the void, he is completely human—and really, really annoyed.

“I’m home,” he calls into the cottage, thankful to feel the fireplace’s warmth. He strips off Vio’s peacoat, kicks off his own heavy boots, and pads his way into the heart of their home.

Vio sits in the den reading a book as usual, glancing up at Shadow with a knowing smile. Their cat Pinecone, a tripod tortie who they rescued about a month ago, wakes from her deep slumber on Vio’s chest. She hops down to greet Shadow, rubbing against his legs and accepting his pets. She sits on the floor beside him, waiting loyally for his next move.

“Did you wear my coat to the market?” Vio teases Shadow from the couch.

“Sounds like you already know the answer to that question.”

“Yeah, but I thought you’d deny it.” Vio places his book aside and shifts his body to make room. “Get over here.”

Shadow plops down beside him and crosses his arms over his chest. He hates when he gets like this, stupidly annoyed for a reason he can’t even name. He’s not even genuinely upset—it’s a toothless and aimless sort of displeasure.

Vio releases a small laugh beside him. “What?” Shadow asks sharply, meeting his deep purple eyes.

“You’re just… pouting,” Vio says, motioning to Shadow’s entire posture. Shadow uncrosses his arms. “No, it’s cute, don’t—”

“Why is it dark right now?” Shadow asks abruptly, glancing at Vio’s book. “That must be something you know.”

Vio considers the question, opening his arms for Shadow in the meantime. Shadow allows himself to be embraced with an unnecessarily dramatic sigh. Pinecone hops up and tucks herself in Shadow’s lap, completing their Matroyoshka of domestic bliss.

“So we’re on a planet right now,” Vio begins, and Shadow can already feel his frustration melting away. It’s hard for him to be truly annoyed when he’s laying in his partner’s arms. “The planet orbits around a sun, you know, in space. That’s what makes it daytime. Following me?”

It could all be a fairy tale, a conspiracy created by the historians of Hyrule past, but Shadow nods anyway. It’s just as reasonable as anything he’d guess—and besides, Vio usually knows what he��s talking about with this kind of stuff.

“So we’re in the Northern Hemisphere of the planet, which tilts towards the sun in the summer months—that is, the majority of the time we’ve spent here together. But in the winter months, which we’re just entering now, the Northern Hemisphere faces away from the sun. This results in fewer hours of sunshine and shorter days.”

“It happened so fast, though,” Shadow says, covering up a huge yawn. “I feel like yesterday the sun was setting at 5:00, or even later.”

Something occurs to Vio. “Oh!” he exclaims, “of course!”

“What is it, genius?”

“There’s this thing called daylight savings, where everyone turns back their clocks an hour when the seasons start to turn. It must have just happened. I can’t believe I didn’t notice.”

“Why would anyone want to do that?” Shadow asks, about to get pouty again but not wanting to give Vio the satisfaction.

“I think it was originally meant to give farmers more early-morning light,” Vio says, “but at this point, it’s just something people do. You should ask Zelda next time we see her.”

“This is her decree?”

“I guess, or at least she upholds it. I must say, I’m a little worried that it’s bothering you so much. It’s only an hour.”

Shadow blows his bangs out of his face. “I’m fiiiiiine,” he groans, “it’s just annoying. And stupid. And it makes me feel really tired, like I need an hour-long nap just to get on with the rest of my evening.”

“Well, there’s nothing wrong with naps.”

“Yeah, but I didn’t need them before.”

“Part of the Hylian condition is change,” Vio says, tenderly tucking hair behind Shadow’s ear. “There are good parts about the winter months, I promise you.”

“Like what?”

“Well I happen to find it very cozy, bundling up when it’s cold outside. Reading, especially with a cat on my chest or you in my arms.”

It gives Shadow chills, to hear Vio say it so plainly. He loves Shadow, and Shadow loves him. He looks at Vio’s face and sees uncertainty—he must have surprised himself with the admission. As long as Shadow lives, he is determined to show Vio how much he is loved. He leans up for a kiss on the lips and it’s obviously the right choice. Vio pulls him in closer by the hair—gently, of course—and it’s like they’re the only ones in the universe when they’re together like this.

Pinecone jumps off Shadow’s lap and they both begin to laugh. Shadow and Vio are at it again with the forehead bonk, nuzzling against each other as they watch Pinecone curl up by the fire.

Vio reaches for the blanket Red had knitted them a few weeks back and drapes it over them both, further demonstrating the benefits of a chilly winter night. And Shadow has to admit… it’s not a bad feeling at all.

“Did you find the tea you wanted at the market?” Vio asks, idly playing with Shadow’s hands.

Shadow snorts. “Yeah, but I left it in your jacket pocket.”

“That’s always nice in the cold too. A warm beverage, especially one made by an expert such as yourself…”

“Sure,” Shadow says, stiffening slightly, “but the cold’s not really the problem.”

“It isn’t?”

“It’s… the darkness.”

And as soon as the words leave Shadow’s mouth, he knows the real reason this whole daylight savings situation bothers him. “Look at me,” he says, “used to be scared of the light, and now I’m scared of the dark.”

Vio cocks his head. “Can you elaborate? I mean, I can guess what you mean, but I want to really understand it.”

Fuck, Shadow loves him so much.

“I don’t do well with reminders of the Dark World,” Shadow says slowly, as though confirming the truth of each word as it leaves his lips. “I’m sure you’ve noticed that.”

Vio nods.

“When I broke the mirror I ended up there again, but it was… different. I’ve always described it as a void. In the Dark World, there’s tangible darkness in the absence of light—nature, people, sounds, smells, you get it. But in the void, where I ended up, there’s just… nothing at all. No darkness, no light, just me. I would have been stuck there forever if you hadn’t pulled me out.”

“But you’ve enjoyed the nighttime since coming back,” Vio counters, analytical rather than argumentative. “What’s the difference now?”

“There’s something about these early sunsets, and the cold combined with the darkness, that just reminds me of the void. Nighttime in summer is still warm, and loud with animals, but the woods during my walk home were nearly silent. I’m not used to them being like that.”

“That makes a lot of sense, and I can see how it’s jarring.”

“I’m fine,” Shadow half-heartedly insists, “but… yeah. I guess the idea of staring down the next six months dealing with this whole winter situation isn’t the most appealing to me.”

“I know how much you love nature,” Vio says, “how much you’ve come to appreciate it. It must be hard seeing all the plants die, and the animals going into hibernation. Of course you know they’ll come back, you’re not stupid, but… I can see how it’s upsetting.”

Shadow rolls his eyes. “Now you’re just making me sound sentimental.”

“Am I wrong?”

“No, but I still have some pride to maintain.”

“You should be proud,” Vio says, disentangling his hands so he can cup Shadow’s face. As always Shadow melts, closing his eyes and leaning into the touch. “You’ve had a busy six months.”

And that much is true—since his resurrection, Shadow has worked tirelessly to learn about the world, his friends, and even himself. He’s done so much to make amends for his various crimes against Hyrule and its people. He’s fallen in love with nature, and cooking, and his little life with Vio and Pinecone in their cottage full of stolen furniture and evil root beer.

What if, one day, it all disappeared? And nothing took its place?

“Thank you,” Shadow says, kissing the side of Vio’s hand.

“For what?”

“All of it.”

Smoke billows from the chimney of their cottage, mixing with a cold breeze passing through the woods. The sky is overcast and darker than seems possible for this world of light. Crows call out as they pass overhead, foxes burrow in their dens, and the fuzzy creatures of the forest evaluate their hoards of nuts and berries.

There’s a window in the den of their cottage, with a chair specifically for Pinecone placed beneath it. Like Shadow, she will be disappointed by the disappearance of most birds for the next several months. Unlike Shadow, she is unburdened by the knowledge of space and time. Nature’s many surprises are innate to her.

There are some upsides, though, to surprises.

“Holy shit, Vio,” Shadow says, eyes locked on the window. “Something’s happening out there.”

Vio looks over his shoulder and smiles. “Yeah, Shadow, it’s snow.”

“Snow?’ Shadow asks, tossing off the blanket and leaving Vio’s lap.

“Hey, wait—”

Shadow runs to the front door, not even bothering to grab a jacket, and steps out into the woods. Something is falling from the sky—kind of like rain, but pure white and almost flaky, reminding him of ash in the volcano’s air. He reaches out and a piece of it lands on his hand. On closer inspection, Shadow is shocked by its beautiful intricacy, and then just like that it’s gone, melted by the warmth of his skin.

“You’ve never seen snow?” Vio asks, all bundled up in his peacoat. He offers Shadow his own jacket, which Shadow sheepishly accepts and shrugs on.

“Never,” Shadow says, watching his own breath leave his mouth. It’s like magic. He exhales to see it again, and Vio chuckles.

“When the air temperature gets below freezing, precipitation freezes too,” Vio tells Shadow. “That’s how we get snow, or hail, or slush.”

“This is snow, right?” Shadow asks, eyes large. “I love it.”

“It is. It’s perfect, too. Great texture, really lucky for the first snowfall of the season.”

Vio motions to the sheer white blanket forming on the path to their front door. It looks like powdered sugar, and Shadow wants to lick it very badly, but he suspects that would be a painful mistake. “By tomorrow there could be inches of it,” Vio continues. “We can have snowball fights, make sculptures, combine it with maple syrup to make candy…”

Shadow looks at Vio, watches the impossibly delicate crystals adorning his eyelashes, redness spreading on his nose and cheeks, his warm breath materializing in the freezing air… and despite the temperature, his heart melts.

“I love it,” Shadow says, “the snow, the winter, you. I would have never imagined I could feel this way, especially back when I…”

Vio takes his hand and squeezes it. “You’re here now.”

Shadow can’t put into words the intensity of his feelings, brought about by this truly mundane act of nature. Maybe he doesn’t have to. Maybe the simple sight of snow in the winter sky, like flecks of light in an endless black void, says enough.

Vio places something in Shadow’s hand—the bag of tea leaves from the market. It’s an unspoken request that he is more than happy to fulfill.

But first…

“You should go back inside,” Shadow tells Vio. “Warm up the kettle, if it’s not too much trouble. I’m just going to… watch, for a minute.”

“Take all the time you need,” Vio says, planting a quick kiss on Shadow’s equally red nose. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Eyes locked on the sky, Shadow hears Vio’s footsteps fade and the door close behind him. Left alone in the winter night, he relishes the absence of noise. The snow seems to act as a heavy blanket, silencing the world’s everlasting cacophony.

Shadow has felt wonder in every season he’s experienced so far, relishing the fresh green of springtime, deep aqua of ocean waves, and bright red fall foliage. But winter, he knows now, is his favorite of them all.

Most superficial observers would say the winter sky is black and the snow is white, that the season is colorless and empty like the void. But if Shadow looks, really looks, imagines the palette of a painter hoping to capture the beauty of this moment, he begins to see it all: the varying tones of the cloudy sky, crystalline snowflakes refracting microscopic hues, tiny flowers peeking out from the forest brush…

Winter is a color he’d know anywhere. It is vibrant in its silence, and to Shadow it feels just like home. It’s a painter’s palette, covered with lilac and lavender and indigo and, yes, violet. It promises peace, and wonder, and rebirth on the horizon. Shadow wants to experience it all, every single thing Vio praised about the season, over and over again.

And it’s only 4:30 PM.

#my writing #surprise!#pinecone is back!#vio x shadow #vidow #four swords #fs

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lemonzestywrites · 2 years

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t-rex kisses

paring: buck x eddie

word count: 1,753

tw: n/a

[ao3 link]

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Buck loves his job. Undeniably so. It’s probably one of, if not the best, things that’s ever happened to him, and he could never imagine life without it. It’s brought him so many amazing things in his life now: belonging, safety, love, a place to call home, people to call family, and in recent developments- the newfound love of his life.

Or newrealized as Chim liked to say (“As happy as we are for you and Eddie, the rest of us have had to bear witness to 5 years worth of high school level pining. We’ve known for years now.”)

Despite names or titles, Buck loves this life he has. And now that it’s all come together, he couldn’t be more excited. That is… for the most part.

It was a simple enough rule- “Keep PDA to a minimum while at work, please,” as quoted by a very supportive yet exasperated Bobby.

Buck gets it. Really, he does. It's department policy to keep everything within the guides of professionalism at work. And granted, given his past history, he also understands the gentle reiteration about PDA- which he and Eddie had so far in their month-long relationship have done a very good job abiding by, thank you very much.

That being said, it doesn’t mean it’s not easy.

There are definitely times he and Eddie both visibly fight the urge to lean into each other while on shift. Too many moments where a kiss quickly diverges into a hug last minute or when one of them reaches out with the intention of holding hands only to change course and become a reassuring forearm squeeze instead.

They both make up for it at home; neither one of them shy about sharing affection off hours. There, they both find themselves more than eager to satiate the small little craving, that whisper beneath the skin that longs for familiar, loving touch.

But it’s still rough, and Buck is slowly beginning to realize his endurance is not as surefire as he once thought. Especially on nights like these.

It takes about 45 minutes of tossing and turning in his bunk before Buck admits defeat in any attempt to try and rest. It’s not the fact that he’s isn’t tired- no, he’s exhausted. The kind of sickening exhaustion that comes from working a series of hellishly long calls only to top the night off with a five-alarm. The same kind that takes a toll on his body, that’s been keeping his mind racing since they got back, even despite any futile attempt to go try and get some rest.

He tosses off his blankets and quietly makes his way out of the bunk room, careful not to make too much of a disruption. Buck figures that, at the very least, he can keep his mind busy with something else until he grows tired or until they get another call.

Buck wonders vaguely if a midnight snack might be the thing he needs. He doubts it, but it doesn’t hurt to try. With gentle caution, he pads up the stairs, doing his best to stay quiet. His plans, however, quickly change once he makes it to the top of the stairs and sees a familiar face already there.

Sitting on the top of the kitchen counter, an apple in hand, he spots Eddie absentmindedly staring off at some random spot on the floor. Buck notes the similarly hung exhaustion still clinging to him even from where he's standing. He watches as he thoughtlessly fidgets with the apple in his hand, eventually plucking off the stem before flicking it towards the sink. Buck takes it as his cue and makes his way over tiredly. Eddie must be more out of it than he thought because he doesn't seem to notice Buck’s presence till he speaks.

“Hey,” Buck greets softly.

Eddie perks his head up at the sound of Buck's voice, smiling once he realizes who it is. He doesn’t light up per se, it's more so a muted light, one laced with heavy fatigue weighing down his shoulders, but the warmth beneath his smile is still there, which is more than enough for Buck. “Hi,” he responds sweetly, traces of tiredness still lingering in his voice.

It’s just loud enough for the affection to still travel, still soft enough for only them to both hear. Buck secretly loves these moments, these quiet acts of genuine sincerity.

He glances over his shoulder, eyes quickly darting around the loft, noting how it's now empty save for the two of them. Everyone else has probably headed down either to the bunks or the showers. They’ll probably be alone up here for a while. Which is all the justification Buck needs before he makes up his mind.

Buck makes his way over to him tiredly all the while, Eddie simply just smiles, setting aside his apple in favor of opening a spot for Buck nestled between his knees. Wordlessly, they fall to each other, resettling into a position they’ve become so familiar with for so long. It's almost surreal just how naturally it all falls. Just how easily they meld in tune with one another. It's a warm, gentle thought that brings Buck a wave of comfort as his head tucks itself into the crook of Eddie’s neck.

He savors the moment for a while, mellowing in the warmth of Eddie’s body and the tenderness of his touch. It’s very rare for them to find the time or opportunity like this at work, and now that he has it, Buck is reluctant to let it go so quickly. He’s more than grateful that Eddie seems to share that same sentiment, looking to hold onto this moment just as long as Buck is willing to as well. From above him, he feels Eddie tightens his grip on their hug, readjusting his hold on Buck’s shoulders to embrace him even softer than he had previously. “I missed you,” Buck mutters quietly into the junction of Eddie’s neck, a small gentle admittance delicate in the meaning within.

Eddie breathes out in a relaxing huff, an unspoken sound of understanding before he shifts slightly and presses his lips to Buck’s temple. “I missed you too,” he whispers between kisses.

Buck wishes he could stay like this forever, caught in this little uninterrupted moment, this small pocket of the universe reserved just for them as they hold one another close. It’s pleasant to know that in 8 more hours, he can look forward to another moment like this when both he and Eddie can be caught back up in the warm, gentle haven of their California king. Until then, this delicate act shared between them will suffice.

Minutes pass, maybe phasing into hours if Buck really hopes. He wants more than anything to get lost in this serenity, though soon enough, the eventual tug at the back of his neck begins to ache uncomfortably, straining his neck from the bent angle. Buck pulls away from the crook of Eddie’s neck, yet he’s not all that ready to retract from the contact fully. So quietly, he leans forward and rests their foreheads together, and almost magnetically, Eddie follows, settling wordlessly against Buck. Their noses brush together, an incredibly soft and intimate gesture that even now causes Buck to grow warm as a subtle billow of red blush rolls around, cascading his features. He giggles slightly, the sound low and quiet in the late hour.

Eddie perks attention back up to Buck with a curious furrow to his brow. “What?” he smiles, tilting his head slightly to catch the glimpse of Buck’s own tender little smile.

“Just thinkin’,” he replies.

He hears Eddie chuckle slightly. “About?” he prods gently, his nose brushing further against Buck’s, only causing Buck to beam at how adorable his boyfriend is.

“T-Rexes,” he murmurs casually, causing Eddie to snort a small laugh beneath him. It’s a little hard to see from this angle, but judging off his giggle, Buck can only picture the most fondly intrigued expression on his boyfriend’s face.

“Oh really?”

“Mhmm,” Buck hums in affirmation. Christopher has been in a pretty big dinosaur phase lately, so at least 60% of all of Buck's current fun facts have been dino related within the past few weeks. “Did you know that their noses are really sensitive, so to show affection to other T-Rexes, they nuzzle their snouts together?”

He can’t really see Eddie’s expression from this angle, but it’s not hard to picture the fond little smile across his face as he chuckles in response. “So…it’s like their version of kisses?”

Buck ponders for a moment. “Yeah, I guess so.” The documentary he watched with Chris didn’t really explain it any further, but if there was a dinosaur equivalent of kisses, Buck assumes that would be it. He doesn’t have a chance to really question it further before he feels Eddie surge up slightly and press his nose further against Buck’s, nuzzling back and forth sweetly. “Baby, what are you doing?” Buck giggles, amused.

“Giving you T-rex kisses,” he murmurs back with quiet fatigue still laced in his voice. “You know, since we’re not allowed to actually kiss during shift.” They could probably get away with it now, considering there's no one around right now, but somehow Buck finds himself content with this moment as is. It’s one thing he adores about Eddie, this side of him that Buck is so honored to see. He had half expected him to be a fumbling mess when it came to affection, but it was a very endearing, pleasant surprise to find out that Eddie Diaz is actually a huge fucking romantic at heart.

Buck smiles, shameless joy flowing from the edges of pure unrestrained affection. The type of sweet, gentle love he could bask in forever. “You’re a dork, you know that?”

The hand cradling the back of his neck drifts up, resting now on the side of his jaw. He feels a tender finger brush his temple, carefully outlining right where his birthmark would sit. “Yeah, but I’m your dork.”

Buck nods slightly, careful not to move too far as to separate them. “You are. And I’m your dork too.”

“Wouldn’t want it any other way.”

Later on, when their shift heads off to its end, they’ll head home, cuddled in bed with one another to make up for the space apart. But in the meantime, the gentle trade of T-rex kisses is more than enough.

#911 fox #911 #eddie diaz #evan buckley #buddie #911fic #zestywrites #thank for reading! i super appreciate it!!

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In the Middle of the Night: Chapter 24

Chapter 24: "Si lo forzás se marchita"

Chapters: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13 - 14 - 15 - 16 - 17 - 18 - 19 - 20 - 21 - 22 - 23 - 24 - 25 - 26 - 27 - 28 - 29 - 30

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AN: And it’s back! Thank you everyone for your patience. It’s been quite the 2 months. Hopefully, I’ll be able to come back to a regular weekly, or at least Bi-weekly, posting. Happy reading! 🥰

Summary: As Bangtan prepares for a new chapter in their lives, they head to their private property in the forest for a songwriting workshop. As a songwriter and producer they have worked with for years, I’m asked to tag along. I was ready for the heavy workload and small amount of sleep during the workshop week. However, I wasn’t ready for the storm that came that changed my friendship with Namjoon forever.

Pairing: Idol!RM/Namjoon x OFC

Genre: Friends to Lovers, Fluff and Smut

Rating: M (mention of sexual assault, explicit language, sexual scenes in prior chapters)

Status: COMPLETE

Trigger warnings: hurt, heartache, anxiety (there are a lot of feels in this one)

Warnings: a BRIEF description of sexual assault (look for ***)

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I don’t think I have ever cried as much as I did on that first day. There was a tightness in my chest like I was trying to breathe underwater. My ribs felt cracked from the numerous attempts of taking in a full breath. My lungs weren’t getting enough oxygen, the sobbing made it hard to. When my mouth would open, at first I thought it was to absorb the colorless gas my body needed to survive but instead, it was to let out sounds I had never heard myself make. It was a siren-type wail. I felt like La Llorona, searching for the person I cared most for but couldn’t find. Couldn’t find him because the monster inside me had caused him to leave. I had caused the destruction. I had murdered what I treasured most. I was the reason for my own pain.

I wanted nothing more than to call him. I would grovel and beg—whatever he wanted, I would do. Whatever demands he had, I would obediently follow. I would do it all just to have him back. To have him close.

I didn’t care how pathetic I sounded. Didn’t care how wrecked I looked.

I just wanted to breathe again. And he was the source of it.

It was in those first hours of crying out in agony that I realized the truth of what Namjoon had become for me. He had become the most vital chemical element to keep my body alive: oxygen. The little air I was able to inhale felt so wrong, almost poisonous. Rather than healing me, it was slowly killing me.

Fuck, I was so pitiful.

I was in pieces for a guy who didn’t feel the same for me as I did for him. Didn’t see a proper woman he wanted to be with. Didn’t recognize me as a person to respect.

“You’ve given it up easy before.”

Fresh, boiling tears made their way down my overheated face as the words echoed over and over and over. The siren came back out.

My stomach began to cramp from the shaking. My body automatically curled up, trying to ease the pain.

I think that’s how my tia found me.

At first, I didn’t recognize the voice. It sounded too high, too screechy. Tia Jia was normally so calm and sweet sounding. Had it not been for the familiar smell of orange blossom, I wouldn’t have known it was her.

I’m not sure where she found me, but I was certain it wasn’t in my room. I don’t know how I managed to drive myself home that night, but I remember parking. I recall entering my house. I think I might have sat on the couch? The living room was the last thing I remembered physically seeing. Everything after was a blur—literally. The tears made it difficult to see anything.

The next time I recognized my surroundings, I was in my bed.

My head felt like it was splitting into pieces, but I was aware of my aunt holding me. Her scent and embrace sent a bit of warmth through me. When I realized she was there, I only cried harder. It was like I was a toddler and the only way I would feel better was through her touch and words. That’s what moms are for, right? To erase all the pain and make everything better?

I clutched her desperately. Praying she would be able to eradicate the ache.

But after what seemed an eternity, it was still there. The fucking pain was still present. It was the first time in my memory that my tia Jia couldn’t make it better. And this made my chest shatter. The siren in me wailed until my vocals gave.

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“Sweetheart, you have to eat.”

My tia Jia was sitting next to me in my bed, a tray on her lap.

The motherly strokes on my hair were comforting, but still not enough. It had been a while since my body exhausted itself. Tears were still coming out and my stomach, chest, and head still felt like they had gone through a car crash, but at least the wailing and shaking stopped. I could take normal breaths now, even though it still felt wrong.

“Sweetheart?” Tia Jia’s voice sounded strained, like in pain. I was alert enough to detect it.

There was another kick to the stomach. I felt guilty for my state. It must be tough on her. I could at least answer her. “No, thank you,” I let out. It hurt to speak.

My aunt heard the scratchiness in my voice. “At least have some water. Please.”

She sounded so desperate. I couldn’t say no. I lifted my hand, motioning for the water.

She quickly handed me the flask, which thankfully had a straw attached to it. I wouldn’t have to sit up to drink from it. Bringing the straw to my lips, I took a sip. My throat and dehydrated skin welcomed it. I was about to put it back down, but my logical mind forced my mouth to take at least one more long sip.

Closing the straw, I set down the flask next to me.

There was silence for a while again. The only thing I could feel was my tia’s touch on my hair and face.

Finally, she spoke up. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Warm, new tears flowed down my cheeks.

“Did something happen with Namjoon?” she asked, gently.

I sniffed. “He broke it off.”

She let out a pained sigh. “Why?”

“I can’t do this, Maya. I can’t be in a relationship where it’s just about sex. I want more.”

New sobs began to make their way through my chest and traveled up my throat and down my eyes. “I’m not what he wants.”

It felt like a knife cut into my chest again. My old wounds still had not healed, so they quickly reopened.

Many years ago I developed a crush on Namjoon. I was quick to recognize it. However, for many reasons, I suppressed those emotions. One of those reasons had been that I knew I wasn’t his type. Physically or emotionally. Sure, he had eventually found me attractive and he started to develop a crush on me back. But he had realized last night I wasn’t built to be someone he could have a relationship with.

Namjoon was someone who loved to talk about philosophy and the human condition. We shared plenty of deep conversations, but I had never been able to fully let him in. There would always be a wall that prevented him from fully entering. And I just couldn’t take it down.

I explained little bits to my tia Jia about what Namjoon had said. I mentioned how my mother had called about the fucker. I admitted that I was still unable to talk to Namjoon about the incident and I wasn’t entirely sure if I wanted to tell him about it. It was because of all my issues that made Namjoon not want me.

I curled into a ball as I finished my story to my tia. My stomach aches were starting again and my heart was racing pretty fast.

My tia applied some pressure on my chest. “Breathe, sweetheart. Breathe.”

I followed her instructions. It took a few minutes but I had settled down again.

When my aunt felt safe to speak again, she did. “Sweetheart…what is keeping you from being fully transparent with Namjoon?”

I gave a pathetic shrug and didn’t answer. I knew it was a childish response.

“Well, I think it would be a good thing to figure out, don’t you think so?” she lightly pressed.

“Even if I did open up, I’m not what he wants, tia,” I mumbled.

“Now what would make you say that?” There was a bit of chiding in her tone.

“Because he’s known me for how long and I just now started catching his eye? He only became interested in me because I was the only girl around him who was available. After his bad break up, he’s been looking for a rebound.” I was finally voicing fleeting thoughts I had had in the starting part of my relationship with Namjoon. These thoughts had never lingered for too long, but in a state of complete low, my self-pity was scrapping for any negativity it could find.

My aunt wasn’t about to let me swim in that self-pity, though. “That breakup happened two years ago. His rebound was that girl he dated briefly earlier in the year. You are not his rebound.”

There was silence again.

My brain internally battled with my broken heart. Logically, I believed my tia Jia’s words, but the ache in my chest was marinading in the words that had shattered me.

“You’ve given it up easily before, whatever. I’m not that way.”

“The fact that…you did that with me…. I just don’t know how to feel about that.”

“We started this wrong. But like a fucking horndog, I gave in.”

“I can’t even say we can go back to being friends because I can’t. I can’t and won’t go back to that. I respect myself too much.”

“He still doesn’t want to be with me,” I said as my throat tightened. “It doesn’t matter if I tell him what he wants to hear. At the end of the day, my self-respect apparently doesn’t align with his. I’ll always be the girl who took it up the ass.”

“What?” Tia Jia asked, thrown off.

I hadn’t shared this piece of information with my aunt. The detail was a little too intimate for me to have shared with her. But I had spilled the beans; she couldn’t unhear it and I couldn’t unsay it.

“We had sex before the fight—before my mother called. It was anal.” I felt a flush of embarrassment hit my cheeks and neck, but I continued speaking. “During the fight, he brought up how he valued the act we had committed and I didn’t. I'm just a slut in his eyes.”

“He did not call you that,” my tia said with conviction. But then a beat later, she doubted herself. “Did he?”

“He might as well have,” I said in a small voice.

“Oh, sweetheart,” she said simply. She didn’t say anything else, though. This time, she let me cry and wallow in my self-pity.

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I honestly couldn’t remember how that night went. I mostly stayed in my room. My tia stayed the night with me. I caught her a couple of times on my phone. I was sure she was taking care of things for me, not that I had a lot of meetings. I might have had one, but I honestly couldn’t care less about it.

I was grateful she was there to handle it.

I had never felt this vulnerable before. Never been so pathetic. The last time I felt this low had been many years ago when my cousin died. But that had been a different kind of heartache. I dealt with the death mostly in anger. This time, there was no one but me to be angry at.

And as much as I wanted to bathe in self-anger, I couldn’t. Sorrow was all I could feel.

My tia eventually had to leave. “Your Uncle John has an appointment, sweetheart. If you want, I can come right after.”

I shook my head at her. “I’m good.”

She stared at the food next to me on the bed. “At least eat the vegetables, please. You didn’t eat dinner last night and this morning, you only had a few grapes. Lunch was left completely untouched. The least you can do is eat the vegetables.”

I reached out to my plate and grabbed a celery, taking a bite without a word.

“Thank you,” she said genuinely. She began to gather her things. “If you need anything, just go downstairs. Someone’s here to keep an eye on you.”

I wanted to argue with her and tell her I didn’t need looking after. I was positive she had called Jenny, her daughter and my best friend from childhood, to come look after me. However, I knew my tia well enough to know it would do no good.

She came around and gave me a soft kiss. “I’m only a phone call away. Do you want your cell with you?” she asked as she motioned towards my night table.

I shook my head. It was getting close to it being 48 hours since I touched that thing. I wanted to stay away from it for as long as possible.

“Love you,” she said as she disappeared into the hall.

I rolled over and closed my eyes, hoping sleep would come fast.

It did manage to come for several hours but my body had had enough of it. When I woke up, the stars had replaced the sun in the sky. There was a sudden sharp pain in my head. My body was angry at me for neglecting it. I pushed off the bed and felt an immediate cold.

I put on some pajama bottoms and put on thick socks. I think I had showered sometime yesterday because I surprisingly didn’t feel crusty. I touched my hair, feeling it damp. It was the confirmation I needed that I had, in fact showered sometime in the last 24 hours. Sometimes, I tended to put my hair up in a bun right after showering. This only prolonged my thick hair from fully drying.

After applying more layers of clothes and being grateful for not smelling, I took the plate of food that was still on my bed and took my water flask. Maybe I could microwave the food.

As I made my way down the hall, I adjusted the thermostat to warm up the house and went to get my food reheated.

Coming closer to the kitchen, I noticed the lights were on. After entering, I quickly saw the refrigerator open and a person standing behind it. Jenny must be up for a late-night snack.

“Don’t eat the cake; it’s gone bad,” I warned.

“I’m not craving sweets anyway,” came a deep and husky voice.

My heart stopped, panicking. I didn’t recognize the voice right away, so I acted on instinct. I placed down my food and took hold of the nearest, heavy object.

Before I could demand who was in my house, Yoongi’s head popped out from the other side of the fridge.

I let out a heavy and relieved sigh. “Son of a bitch, Yoongi. You scared the shit out of me.” I set down the heavy object, which turned out to be a rather pricey jar. Thank god I hadn’t used it. That would have been an expensive mistake.

He frowned. “I thought eomeonim told you I was here.”

I had completely forgotten I had invited Yoongi and his team to stay at my house. I had mentioned it to my Tia Jia after Yoongi agreed to stay over. The day we decided on Yoongi coming over, I was set to have a meeting. Tia Jia was going to be here to let Yoongi and the two guys in. That must have been last night. Or this morning. Shit, what day were we on?

I rubbed my head, feeling the sharp pain in my head again.

“Hungry?” Yoongi asked, a small hint of concern in his voice.

I nodded. “I was going to heat this up,” I said, motioning to the food.

He stared at the plate for a moment, no emotion given. Then reached over, took it, and placed it away from me. “Want a sandwich?” he asked as he turned around to the refrigerator again.

“It’s fine. I can just heat up the plate.”

“It’s gone bad.”

“Since when are you picky?” I asked, feeling irritated all of a sudden. “I’ve eaten pizza that’s been sitting out for 2 days.”

“Bet your stomach didn’t feel proud about that,” he muttered, taking out ingredients.

“I’m alive still, aren’t I?” I shot back.

He turned to me and did a once-over on me. He shook his head in disbelief. “Have you looked in the mirror? You look like death.”

I flipped him off.

That made him crack a smile. He reached for my water flask and filled it up.

I gladly took it, drinking a long sip.

We were quiet for a while as he put together a sandwich for me. Yoongi and I had eaten together plenty of times, not to mention cooked alongside one another. He knew my preferences.

After a long moment, he finally spoke up. “How you feeling?”

I took a breath, starting to feel my stomach get queasy. “Like shit,” I said genuinely.

I felt his eyes on me. He went still for a long moment, probably assessing what he could and should say.

There was a yearning in me that wanted to ask Yoongi about Namjoon. Fuck, just thinking of his name squeezed at my chest. An image of his beautiful dimples crossed my mind. The cluster of freckles across his nose and eyes would turn into a constellation whenever he smiled a certain way. But then the red eyes that were so full of hurt that night replaced the image, breaking my heart all over again.

The sound of a plate being placed down made me snap to the present. In front of me was a very good-looking sandwich. I knew Yoongi’s skills enough to know it was delicious. Yet, I had little interest in eating it. I knew my body needed to eat, so I took a few bites. I tasted the flavors of the ingredients and knew they were a perfect fusion, but I still felt zero enthusiasm for it. I managed to eat half of it, my stomach somewhat satisfied. After a few more sips of water, I felt the headache start to wear off.

When Yoongi noticed I was done eating, he finally spoke up. “Want to talk about it?”

It was strange because I did and I didn’t. I didn’t want to relive that night. But I also knew I needed to let out my emotions.

I took a breath and tried to control the tears that started to form in my eyes. “I can’t give him what he wants.” Saying the truth out loud hurt a lot more than just thinking about it.

He was silent for a moment before he spoke. “And what does he want?”

The warm tears made their way down. “Not me.”

There was silence for a long moment. The truth lingered in the air and pressed down on me.

After a long moment, Yoongi finally spoke. “Namjoon very rarely goes after something he is not sure about.”

There was almost a somber look on his face. He wasn’t looking at me, but in so many ways, it certainly felt like he was looking right into my eyes.

“He wants you, Maya.”

Conflicting emotions ran through me at hearing this. I knew Yoongi well enough to know that he was always honest. He would never say something he didn’t mean just to spare my feelings or make me feel better. But then Namjoon’s words the other night echoed in my head, telling me that I wasn’t what Namjoon wanted. It was so hard to think clearly.

“You don’t think he does.” Yoongi’s voice was soft and certain.

I gave a short nod, not trusting myself to speak without becoming a sobbing mess.

Yoongi let out a heavy sigh. “Sad.”

I was confused about what he meant by that. But, again, I was too scared to use words at the moment.

He stayed in the kitchen with me as I picked through my food. Eventually, we made our way over to the backyard where he drank his whisky into the night and I curled on the outside couch and looked up into the dark sky. I searched through the constellations, trying to find the freckles that would hopefully give me some solace.

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The next couple of days passed slowly. My tia called several times, checking on me. I didn’t stay long with her on the phone, finding my throat too sore to speak for too long.

She didn’t push it. For a brief moment, I was a little confused why she wasn’t calling more often or insisting I stay on the phone with her longer. However, I noticed how closely Yoongi observed me. He usually was in the room with me or in the next room. I caught him texting a lot.

He used his phone for researching random facts, watching movies, documentaries, and playing odd mobile games. He had plenty of friends he messaged. Yes, he was usually glued to his phone, but I still noticed he was on it more than usual. I was certain he was keeping Tia Jia up to date about me.

Had his staff been around, I would have felt embarrassed about being treated like some fragile kid, but thankfully, Yoongi had sent them away insisting they explore the city on their own. A part of me wondered if they had heard about my walk of shame. Did they hear about how I had left Namjoon’s hotel room looking like some cheap whore?

The sting lingered throughout my chest, cracking my ribs.

“Wanna go for a walk?” Yoongi asked, pulling me away from my heartache.

It was night and I lived in a secluded area. Even if we came across other people, they wouldn’t be able to see us clearly. They wouldn’t notice Yoongi. I thought for a moment, debating with myself. I hadn’t left my house in days; hadn’t seen other faces. I had been bathing in my self-pity for many nights. Maybe it was time I snapped out of it. A walk would be good.

After nodding, we got ourselves ready and headed toward the beach.

We walked along the sand for a long while, and no words were said.

Eventually, Yoongi spoke. “How you feeling?”

Since the first night he had arrived, he asked me this towards the end of the day.

I gave a shrug. “A little better.”

He gave a nod. “Have you gone through your messages yet?” he asked carefully.

I had confessed to him yesterday morning I hadn’t looked through my messages since that night. I was scared to see Namjoon’s name on it—I couldn’t deal with reading through his words. Would they cut deeper? Bury me lower than I already was?

But what if he hadn’t written me? Somehow, his sending me nothing would be much worse.

Looking through my messages right now wouldn’t do me any good. I shook my head.

Yoongi let out a heavy sigh, similar to the one he had given the other night.

The scene replayed in my head and I remembered my unspoken question. I couldn’t ask it that night, but I could tonight. “What did you mean when you said ‘sad’ the other night?”

Yoongi was quiet for a moment. It was like he was thinking about his words carefully before speaking to them out loud. “I find it sad that you’re not allowing someone to truly see you.”

I was too stunned by his words to give a vocal response. My head turned to him, wondering if he was going to further elaborate.

He did. Keeping his eyes ahead, he continued his walk and I kept up. “As a friend of yours, I’ve seen parts of you—some of them aren’t great qualities—and still, I love you.”

Tears came to my eyes. It was rare to hear Yoongi tell me he loved me. Any time he did, it would move me because I knew it wasn't easy for him.

“You’ve been around Namjoon during some of his bad moments; moments that would paint him negatively. Do you feel differently about him—knowing and witnessing his bad qualities?”

Shaking I said softly but strongly, “No.”

“How do you feel after seeing him make mistakes and show his flaws?”

Moments of bad decisions Namjoon had made in his past crossed my mind. Yoongi’s question lingered throughout the memories. And all I could feel was my heart grow warm and expand.

I could feel Yoongi’s eyes on me. I hadn’t said a thing but seemed to be hearing my thoughts. “That’s what it means to care about someone—to accept the good and the bad. Whatever shit you’re afraid of in your past, fuck it. Don’t let it keep you from allowing someone amazing like Namjoon in.”

Suddenly, the face of the fucker entered my mind.

******His hands on me. I sat frozen, feeling my body lit up in flames.*******

Was the fucker the reason why I had this goddamn wall up? I thought I had moved on from him. Had he crept back into my subconscious and made me vulnerable again? Was he the reason why a wall existed that prevented me from allowing Namjoon in?

These last few days I thought it was just the way I was built. I could never be what Namjoon needed. I wasn’t made to let someone fully in. Having gone through therapy years ago I thought that I had grown as much as I could have.

I felt the arms around me before the tears. It wasn’t until Yoongi was hugging me that I noticed I had been crying. My face was wet, my nose was runny.

“It’s not just Namjoon that would like to break down that wall,” Yoongi said softly as he held me. “We all notice it. Some of us understand on a more personal level than others, unfortunately."

We shared a knowing look. He was meaning himself. Yoongi also had his wall.

"You feel it's easier to keep people at a distance," he said, holding eye contact. "The guys taught me differently."

I looked away, feeling a bit of shame for having my faults.

Yoongi kept talking. "The guys and I normally never push—Namjoon especially. He respects boundaries. He allows everyone to open up at their own pace. But it's different with you. He needs more. And I believe you need more, too.”

Suddenly, my heartache grew. It was no longer just about a breakup. It was about learning that I was broken.

I needed fixing.

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I picked up my phone. My finger hovered over my KakaoTalk app. Dozens of notifications were still unread. Were any of them from Namjoon?

As much as I wanted to look through them, I knew deep down I shouldn’t click on them.

Not yet.

My finger moved over to Contacts, selecting and calling the person I was needing the most.

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My eyes were focused on the assistant’s desk. Since walking through the door, the feeling of déjà vu had been lingering through the air.

The lobby had remained the same. The portraits on the walls hadn’t changed. The couch I was sitting on was the same one as years ago.

I clutched my phone, this time having no one on the other end that was cheering me on for being where I was.

The urge to turn my phone on and go directly to my messages was strong. But like I had the other million times, I ignored it.

In my deluded, damaged mind I saw him sitting next to me. His dimples were deep and beautiful. That proud look was written all over his face.

“Hi, Maya. Come on in,” Dr. Rob said gently with a kind smile.

I returned the smile and got to my feet. As I made my way into his office, I could clearly hear Namjoon’s deep, timber voice behind me.

“hwaiting!”

As pathetic as it appeared, it worked. I felt a sudden burst of courage.

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librathefangirl · 2 years

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Masterlist - My fics

Fandoms:

9-1-1: Lone Star (1)

Nowhere Boys (1)

S.W.A.T. (1)

Stranger Things (3)

The Seven Deadly Sins / Nanatsu no Taizai (26)

9-1-1: Lone Star

TK Vs Tomatoes (900+, Chapters 1/2)

Coming home to the smell of cooking always brought an anxiety-filled warmth. With Carlos being the main chef in the relationship, TK making him dinner always came as a surprise that made even the simplest dish feel grand. It made Carlos feel even more loved. The anxiety came, of course, from the fact that TK was cooking unsupervised in their home – they did not need another fire, thank you very much. And no matter what the other man claimed, his reputation in the kitchen was not overexaggerated. This day, the anxiety surpassed the warmth. The loft smelled like smoke. Carlos had barely shut the door behind him before he was running to the kitchen. There was no fire, thank god. Just a badly smoking frying pan. Not that Carlos was about to jinx it. So, without relaxing, he turned off the stove and looked around. The kitchen was empty. (Based on a prompt)

Nowhere Boys

The Bremin Gang (300+, Chapter 1/1)

"Dude, we're like the Scooby gang of Bremin!" / Another demon is gone, Bremin is safe once more, and Sam is having a very serious conversation with Jake. Scooby-Doo is obviously a serious matter.

S.W.A.T.

but it's dark and it's late (so i'll hold you and wait) (600+, Chapter 1/1)

Luca barely pulls his hand back in time. Taking a deep breath to calm his own heart, he surveys his roommate’s state. Knuckled grip on the blanket. Rapid breathing. Panicked stare straight ahead. Yes, touching him now would be a bad idea. Especially since he’s not even sure Street’s aware of his presence. Another red flag. But it’s a familiar one. Luca got this.

Stranger Things

I Think I Love You (300+, Chapter 1/1)

“This crush is painful,” Robin sighs as Nancy and Jonathan leave Family Video. / “What exactly are you trying to say, Steve?” / Steve shares a look with Nancy, stepping closer to Jonathan. A love story told in three drabbles. (Stoncy Week 2022, Day 2)

Trust and Needles (300+, Chapter 1/1)

“No, nonono, okay, hold on, hold- Nancy, wait!” Nancy stopped, looking slightly annoyed yet rubbing Steve’s leg comfortingly. “Do you trust me?” “Not when you’re threatening me with a needle!” Steve protested, causing Jonathan to stifle a laugh. “You know, that’s fair,” he mumbled. “I’m not- You’re bleeding all over the bed, Steve!” (Stoncy Week 2022, Day 5)

Warm Hands (600+, Chapter 1/1)

The last thing Steve remembers before it turns black is white hot blinding pain. His name being screamed. Cold ground and warm hands. And the sound of gunfire. The first thing he notices as he wakes is an insistent beeping. His body feeling simultaneously numb and like it’s been run over by a truck. Warm hands. And soft mumblings. (Stoncy Week 2022, Day 1)

The Seven Deadly Sins / Nanatsu no Taizai

A Debt to Pay (4.1k+, Chapters 2/3)

This was why Gowther had gone alone. He hadn’t wanted the others involved in this. Especially not the captain. Galvina was fixated on revenge. At least the others were strangers, irrelevant faces in her blind rage. Meliodas was not. He’d been there 3,000 years ago, and as the leader of the Ten Commandments she could just as well blame him for Gowther’s actions. Febuwhump 2023 Day 7: Made to Watch + Day 19: "You deserve this".

A Touch of Light (1.5k+, Chapter 1/1)

A chill she couldn’t shake formed in her gut. Meliodas – the Prince of the Demon Realm, the Leader of the Ten Commandments, the Next Demon King – was frightened by her mere touch. / Elizabeth struggles with what it means to be a goddess befriending a demon. Febuwhump 2023 Day 2: Flinching.

Bleed This Water (2.1k+, Chapter 1/1)

Meliodas’ hand shot out almost instantly, grabbing hold of Ban’s arm as he bristled at the jeer. He had a point of course. Even if King in that moment wished he would have just let Ban fall for the apparent provocation. He shoved back the mental image of Diane’s upset expression at insults like that and focused back on the matter at hand. The captain was right. The last thing they needed right now was a bunch of dead villagers. Especially ones who were only armed with… water? Febuwhump 2023 Day 12: "Can you hear me?"

From the Ashes (3.1k+, Chapter 1/1)

Given the king’s visions and the rumors circling around about Danafor’s fall, Zaratras and King Bartra set out to the ruins of the once flourishing kingdom. Not sure what to expect, they’re met by a young boy and a baby, at the brink of collapse. / A whumpier first meeting between Zaratras (+ Bartra) and Meliodas (+ baby Elizabeth). Febuwhump 2023 Day 18: Can’t Stay Awake.

Help Me Brother, for I Am Falling (1.4k+, Chapter 1/1)

(Modern All-Human AU) He shouldn’t do this. Worst Big Brother Award right here. The last thing he wanted to do was risk dragging his baby brother back into this mess. He just didn’t have anywhere else to go – and by some miracle, Zeldris opened the door. “Yo, Zel. Been a while,” Meliodas mumbled, trying to smile as he leaned heavily against the wall. His vision blurred slightly around the edges. Oh, that probably wasn’t good. Zeldris’ eyes narrowed, “What the hell are you- You’re bleeding.” Febuwhump 2023 Day 10 (Alt. 3): Soft Words.

I'll Carry You(r Weight) (900+, Chapter 1/1)

Those monsters choose the right time to flee. Now Ban was too preoccupied with Meliodas’ unconscious ad bleeding from. As it was, they’d get to live another day. Ban gently scooped Meliodas up in his arms. As he did, he couldn’t help but quietly curse at how tiny he felt. Febuwhump 2023 Day 4 (Alt. 6): Limp.

Marks of a Brother (1.7k+, Chapter 1/1)

When Zeldris was just a little baby, there was a gomicl dragon attacking the palace. Meliodas had barely started his official training with Chandler, he was in no position to do anything – but he knew where his father's priorities were. His baby brother was the only pure thing left in this wretched place. Someone had to keep him safe. Febuwhump Day 5: “That’s gonna scar”.

My Fear (My Weakness?) (500+. Chapter 1/1)

(Modern AU?) Zeldris had never been good at trusting. His father had made sure of that. Growing up, the number of people he could trust would have his back was limited. The people he could trust would have his back without expecting anything from him in return even fewer. There were only two people he fully trusted. This random stranger was not one of them.

My Love, It Burns (3.2k+, Chapters 3/3)

The realization burned. An ember deep in her heart growing hotter and hotter the worse the situation got. It hurt. After all, Elizabeth had spent over 3,000 years avoiding this very moment. Not always consciously, but when the memories had been there, she had hoped and prayed and wished for this day to never come. Now it was here. Febuwhump 2023 Day 13: Forced to Hurt a Loved One.

No Kin of Mine (But a Kin of Kind) (2.4k, Chapter 1/1)

(Dragon Meliodas AU) The first time Meliodas met his would-be brother was in the secret highly reinforced cage in the pit of the dungeons. Of course, this was before he was forced into the form of a demon and enslaved as a son of the Demon King. It was years before he would even consider Zeldris his kin. … The hatchling shifted from foot to foot, his hesitation hanging heavy in the air – until suddenly he pushed himself through the food hatch and into the cage.

Of Brothers and Wars (2.1k+, Chapter 1/1)

Ever since the druids’ cave, things had been different. Of course they had; Meliodas was a demon. King knew that now, and Meliodas knew that he knew. Though at the same time, things hadn’t changed. Life went on, somehow. They went on. That is, until the fight with the demons. The problem was, King had seen the end of Meliodas’ fight. Meliodas had let the demon go. On purpose. Febuwhump 2023 Day 17: Silent Tears.

One Day This Will Be Over (One Day This Will End) (500, Chapter 1/1)

Meliodas hadn’t said a word since Merlin had found him. He was sitting by the grave – and had been for who knew how long. The rain poured down, but he didn’t seem to notice. He didn’t even react as Merlin approached him. His eyes stuck on the cross but unseeing. Dirt and blood covered him. Febuwhump 2023 Day 16 (Alt. 7): Immortality.

One Man's Beast (3.0k+, Chapter 1/1)

(Monster Sins AU) The boy twisted uncomfortably at the scene in front of him. He should have seen this coming. Nothing good ever came from working with a monster hunter. The creature in the cell was unlike anything he had ever seen. Granted, he hadn’t actually seen a demon before. Febuwhump 2023 Day 3: Muzzled.

Sticks and Stones Won't Break My Bones (As Long as You Are Here) (2.1k+, Chapter 1/1)

When Meliodas came to, it was with a pounding head. He couldn’t remember how exactly he had ended up here, but he was fairly certain this hadn’t been part of the plan. There was a faint ringing in his ears accompanying the pounding in his head, making him let out a groan as he tried to move his head. Almost immediately, a hand landed on his shoulder, squeezing and pushing at the same time. It offered comfort while also keeping firmly on the ground, unable to get up. Whumptober Day 1: “How many fingers am I holding up?”

The Boy and the Rain (1.7k+, Chapter 1/1)

Ban stalled, silently watching Meliodas in the rain for another moment before he retreated inside. As he fell back asleep, he did so with the feeling that there was some vital part of his captain that he was missing. Maybe it was something Meliodas was keeping from him. Maybe it was something he didn’t let himself see. Years later, Ban would come to realize it was both.

The Heat of the Storm (2.4k+, Chapter 1/1)

While searching for a rare relic, the Seven Deadly Sins are forced to take cover from a harsh blizzard. As they wait out the storm in a cave, Merlin notices Meliodas unusual and dangerous reaction to the cold. After all, demons and blizzards does not mix well. Febuwhump 2023 Day 11 + Alt. 9: Fever + Natural Disaster.

The Things I've Done (The Sins I Carry) (1.7k+, Chapter 1/1)

After years of being under a curse, finally being able to be you is a lot easier than dealing with the sins you have committed. A nightmare leads Gilthunder to the Boar Hat in the middle of the night. Febuwhump 2023 Day 8: Panic.

The Truth Hides in the Cracks of the Ice (1.6k+, Chapter 1/1)

It was just him and the figure and the cold, cold snow. That was… wrong? The voice laughed a sharp and freezing laugh, “Don’t you get it? They don’t care about you.” Whumptober Day 2: Delirium + “They don’t care about you.”

There All Along (800+, Chapter 1/1)

King sighed, slumping over Chastiefol. It wasn’t like it was really a surprise. Sure, King had been shocked – he’d never seen Meliodas demon form before – but he can’t say he was surprised. Of course, he hadn’t known Meliodas was a demon. Though he had suspected it. There were some things about Meliodas that didn’t make sense. Now they did. “You’re upset.” King buried his face in Chastiefol at the sudden voice. “I’m not really in the mood to talk, Gowther.” Febuwhump Day 6: Secrets Revealed.

We All Bleed for a Reason (2.3k+, Chapter 1/1)

It was easy to distrust the Prince of the Demon Realm. It was a lot harder to distrust a demon who would sacrifice himself for a goddess. / Elizabeth introducing them to the Demon Prince turned traitor was a lot more chaotic than Gloxinia had first anticipated. Febuwhump 2023 Day 15: Self-Sacrifice.

When the Past Comes Crashing (6.5k+, Chapters 2/7)

A seemingly easy mission quickly goes awry for the Seven Deadly Sins, forcing them to make some critical decisions that sets off an unexpected set of events. At the same time, a long-buried secret comes back to haunt Meliodas with a 3,000-year-old call for revenge. Written for AMonthofWhump’s March Trope-A-Thon!

When the War Is Over (How Do We Rebuild Ourselves) (3.8k+, Chapter 1/1)

With their father finally gone, Meliodas and Zeldris try to move on as brothers. Meanwhile, the Seven Deadly Sins are horrified to learn that someone actually enjoys their captain's cooking. Written for Ficwip 5k 2023

Who'll Hug the Prince of Hell? (6.6k+, Chapters 6/6)

5 times someone held Meliodas when he felt like he'd break, and 1 time when he wasn't the one breaking / aka sad boy gets surprised hugged. Febuwhump 2023 Day 1: Touch Starved.

With the Forest as My Witness, I'll Silence All My Screams (2.4k+, Chapter 1/1)

It wasn’t like Gloxinia didn’t know how the goddess clan felt about demons. None of them were subtle about it. He knew they still didn’t trust Meliodas. He just never thought they’d try something like this. Febuwhump 2023 Day 9: Voice Loss.

With Your Life in My Hands (You Asked Me to Believe) (1.0k+, Chapter 1/2)

There had only been a handful of times in his life that King had felt utterly helpless. This was one of them. With no way to get help in time, and no Chastiefol to wield, King really only had two options: leave his captain to die or fight bare handed.

You Still Feel Like Home (1.6k+, Chapter 1/1)

Tonight was just for The Seven Deadly Sins. After a decade they were almost all back together; Meliodas finally had his family right here under his roof. It was delirious in its own joy. It was overwhelming and made Meliodas’ hearts ache. / Post season 1, Meliodas desperately needs a hug.

#masterlist #my fics #libra writes #911 lone star #911ls #tarlos #nowhere boys #cbs swat #swat 2017 #stranger things #stoncy #nanatsu no taizai #seven deadly sins #meliodas nnt #melizabeth

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To See You Again

This is a Pretty short one because I was having some serious Writer’s Block for this one. I think it worked out well. Anyway, another one for @asobaroweek. Enjoy!

"My Dearest Barok,"

Kazuma sat at his desk, staring at the blankness of the paper outside of those three words. He wanted to write to Barok, his beloved - or, at least, his once beloved. Despite the passage of time, he still felt a lingering connection to the man who had stolen his heart so many years ago. But Kazuma couldn't even bring himself to put pen to paper, unable to fully understand the complex web of emotions that had tangled inside him since he last saw or spoke to Barok. On one hand, he had become a successful prosecutor in his home country and was watching his student grow into a skilled prosecutor in his own right. On the other hand, Kazuma couldn't shake the feeling that something was missing - or rather, someone. It had been too long since he had talked to Barok, too long since he had felt the man's warmth against his skin. But despite these feelings, Kazuma hesitated. He had responsibilities, duties to his student and his country, and he couldn't let himself be consumed by his desires.

To the romantics, Kazuma's decision of leaving his beloved behind in Britain would seem foolish. They may question why he would return to his home country and leave behind someone he loves. However, Kazuma's responsibility towards his ward couldn't be ignored. Both his father and mother had entrusted him with the responsibility of looking after Karuma, both the sword his father entrusted to him and the boy he mentored before his death. Karuma was once Kazuma's father's student and is now Kazuma's student in prosecution.

Rion Karuma sat beside Kazuma in their shared office, calling out "My lord!" while sitting seiza-style on a cushion at his low desk. Despite being younger than Kazuma by 4-5 years, Rion had experienced a great loss when news of his former mentor's passing arrived. He was just on the verge of turning 10 when this happened, and the grief hit him harder than it did Kazuma, leading to struggles with controlling his temper and other misfortunes. His last memory of his former lord and mentor was from when he was barely five years old, which made the loss even more challenging for him to bear.

“Yes?” Kazuma replied, looking up at Rion.

Despite being only 26 years old, Karuma had grown to be tall and massive in size, with a deep and forceful voice that held the power of the fiercest storms. His red hair, styled like Genshin's without the mustache, gave him the look of a true warrior. He was dressed in a dark blue suit with an ascot that had three clear layers, inspired by Kazuma and Ryunosuke's fashion sense. It was hard to believe that this young prosecutor, known for having the worst temper of all mankind, had once worked as Ryunosuke's aide before Kazuma took him under his wing. As Karuma tended to view everything as a competition, Kazuma was very strict about teaching him the importance of considering the human life at stake before winning as a prosecutor.

“You've been staring at those same words without writing a thing for the past week,” Karuma stated bluntly. He could read people as Herlock Sholmes could observe his surroundings. Kazuma once spoke about how his pupil was a mad lie detector. No one could lie to Karuma without him catching it.

“What would you write to your wife, if you had been gone for over a year without seeing her?" Kazuma asked with a hint of amusement in his voice.

“I'd likely tell the wench that I expect dinner when I get back," Karuma replied, waving his hand carelessly.

Kazuma laughed, “That sounds like something you would tell her. It's a miracle she tolerates you.”

“If she wished to kill me, she would do so by now. I know that much,” Karuma stated, his demeanor softening. It was a rare moment of vulnerability.

Kazuma's pen hovered over the blank page, his mind frustratedly empty. He missed Barok with an ache that never dulled, every memory tinged with the longing of a heart denied. He remembered the feel of Barok's hand in his, the smile that graced his lips, and the way his eyes lit up when he spoke of his family and the stories his oldest brother read him. Kazuma yearned to be with him, to protect him from the attacks from London, but duty held him fast. Karuma still had much to learn and Kazuma couldn't burden Barok by asking him to leave his homeland. Kazuma understood the pain of leaving his homeland and the burden of moving to another country.

“If you feel the need to write something, you can pen your feelings before tossing it in the rubbish bin,” Karuma suggested, letting out a frustrated sigh.

“You make everything sound easy,” Kazuma smirked slightly. He felt amused by his student's suggestions that made everything sound easier than it was.

“And you make everything complicated. For god's sake, man, it wouldn't hurt to write about your day. I'm sure your lord appreciates it." Karuma could be seen raising his hands in frustration.

“Perhaps. I suppose I simply miss him.” Kazuma's eyes returned to the letter that was left largely blank. An expression arose from his face filled with sorrow and longing.

“Hmph, I can't say I wouldn't relate to that. I'd go mad if I didn't have Tsukasa to fight with.” Karuma's eyes closed, arms folded as his hands clutched against the sleeves of his suit.

“I have never heard of fighting with your wife being used as a compliment.”

“I've never been the most orthodox person. Besides, Tsukasa is the only warrior who ever truly defeated me in battle. I could never fight with anyone else without hurting them. Too often I hold myself back.”

Kazuma felt a pang in his chest as he heard those words, his thoughts straying to Barok. In a world where he always had to be careful and professional, Barok was the one person who saw him for who he truly was. With everyone else, Kazuma was met with expectations to control his anger and frustrations to not hurt anyone. But with Barok, Kazuma could let loose without fear of hurting him. Even when placing Barok on trial for the Reaper killings, he was never hurt or taken personally by Kazuma's actions. He went as far as to apologize for his past mistakes regarding Kazuma's father, Genshin Asogi. How he longs to be with him, to feel that warm presence beside him once more.

Kazuma lost count of how long it had been since he had last seen Barok. All he had left was a fragile memory of a flower, a kiss, and some words he dared not repeat. For if he did, the tears from his eyes would never stop flowing down his face. That was not something he'd selfishly do in front of the student that still depends on him to become the strong and perfect prosecutor in every way. Kazuma would have to bare the pain and longing, even if it was at the cost of his joy of being with his beloved.

Once again, Kazuma put away his unfinished letter to save for another day. To focus too much on one letter would neglect his responsibilities inside the Prosecutor's Office. There was still a case with a trial that is in three days. At a snail's pace, change was happening inside the legal system of Japan. That change could easily corrupt if Kazuma was to neglect his duties.

By the end of the day, Kazuma made his way back home to the Asogi Estate. This was his inherited land given to him by his father where his father's dojo training ground was located. The Asogi Estate was also the location of Kazuma's Memorial Stone back when everyone assumed him to be dead. These days, the stone was a place with his loved one's signatures. It was sweet.

After dismounting his trusty steed and leading it inside the small but well-kept stable, Kazuma checked the food tray to ensure it was fully stocked. As he turned to leave, the sound of approaching horse hooves caught his attention. The prosecutor's hand instinctively went to the hilt of his sword, his mind racing with thoughts of their unexpected visitor. He slowly turned to see who was disrupting the peaceful solitude of his home, his eyes scanning the dirt road for any signs of trouble or danger.

From the darkness of the shadows, Barok van Zieks climbed off the horse he rode just as it approached the stable. He grew somewhat older but was still a decade older than Kazuma. Having been frozen in shock at the sudden appearance, Barok walked forward toward his direction while guiding his horse with its reigns.

“It's been a while, Kazuma. May I borrow your stable for my horse?” Barok asked with not a single emotion in his voice or face.

Hands balled up and a face fighting to control every single emotion he felt in his being, Kazuma spoke with a voice almost broken. “What are you doing here? You come all this way, never bothering to send me a letter or a telegram to forewarn me, and all you can say is 'May I borrow your stable for my horse?'”

“Forgive my discourtesy of not forwarning you. I feared you wouldn't write back after having not heard from you in weeks. I've missed you greatly.”

“Why? Why would you...?” Kazuma asked with his right hand covering his face with tears flowing down his face. “What about your home? Aren't you subjecting Iris to possibly being attacked alone? You know that she adopted her father's surname and has become a target as the Professor's daughter. And... didn't you say so yourself you would never take one step into the Nipponese lands and... your job... your...”

Keeping his hand on the reins of the horse he rented, he used one arm to scoop up Kazuma. At that moment, he could no longer control himself and wept onto Barok's shoulder. He held onto the suit of his former mentor as his emotions erupted like a volcano.

“I would never keep you from your dream of changing your country's legal system. I've realized that. Yes, Iris was the reason I stayed behind originally. I could never bear watching her face the attacks from London's mobs alone. I know the feeling all too well,” Barok admitted. His eyes softened as he held onto Kazuma tightly.

“Then why...?” Kazuma asked, his voice hoarse from all the crying.

“Iris has grown into a fine young lady and, like me, she's found love.”

“L-Love?” Kazuma asked, looking up at Barok in dismay.

“Yes, Iris wishes to marry him and start a new life. I and Mr. Sholmes have taught her how to defend herself, and now she's found someone willing to protect her with his life. I wish her nothing but happiness... just as she wishes for mine.”

“I... don't...”

“Iris had known for a while that I long to be with you, especially since you have not sent me any letters for far too long. She demanded that I come here and be with my beloved, just as she wishes to be with hers. I objected, of course, but... Iris has Klint's stubbornness; it's almost unbearable.”

Kazuma felt laughter bubbling up in his throat through the tears. “That sounds like her. I still remember when she made the rebellious decision to move in with you and change her surname. It's hard to believe how much she's grown." His is smile in full display of admiration before changing to furrowing eyebrows and a single frown. "How long do you intend on staying here with me?”

“For as long as I can... preferably forever.”

“S-Stay here? But... London's your home!” Kazuma exclaimed as Barok shook his head.

“My home is with you, Kazuma. It always has been. I know we cannot marry, but I wish to never separate from you if I can help it. I shall accompany you to assist in changing the legal system. I will be able to obtain a Prosecution job here with some studying of this country's legal system.”

“That... heh that's quite a lot you're doing just to be with me. Gaining citizenship and wishing to spend the rest of your life with me?”

“We will work something out. Kazuma, please, I wish to be with you,” Barok pleaded with a voice that longed for Kazuma. He knew that longing after all these years of hearing it in his voice and feeling it in his heart.

“How can I say 'no'?” Kazuma asked, holding Barok in his arms and resting his head under the British man's chin.

After all the sacrifices both men made for their loved ones, perhaps they could finally be rewarded. Kazuma never believed he could ever be with Barok. The idea seemed to only exist in fantasy. Now, he wished for many years with Barok for the rest of their days without end.

#the great ace attorney #ace attorney #Kazuma Asogi #Barok van Zieks #asobaroweek2023 #asobaro #baroaso #day 3 #pride #selfless acts

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