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jiminscockr1ng · 2 months

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✩｡°𝄞🚨D-TOWN BABY 𝄞✨°｡✩

╝ •part one | part two ╔

╰₊𓂂➢ pairing: gang affiliated!yoongi x fem!reader

╰₊𓂂➢ genre: hood au, bother’s best friend au, smut, angst

╰₊𓂂➢ warn!ngs: use of the n-word, aave, [mentions of drugs, drug dealing, death, smoking and drinking], negligence due to use of drugs (reader’s mother), reader is heavily black coded, cat-calling, riding, oral (reader receiving), swallowing semen. (let me know if there’s more please!)

╰₊𓂂➢ summary: yoongi is apart of a gang called d-town, the gang your brother just so happens to be apart of.

╰₊𓂂➢ word count: 5,625 words

╰₊𓂂➢ author’s note: the inspiration came from me shouting “D-TOWN NIGGA!” at my sister while watching the Daechwita music video. lmao, i hope y’all enjoy it.

The headlights of your black honda civic shines on the group of men huddled together on the steps of the project building.

Smoking, drinking, talking and laughing loud as hell, and hitting licks.

You huff while turning your car off. Stepping out, your long, fern green skirt flows with the wind. Cleavage hanging out of your bohemian patterned shirt. As you approach the ran down project building you can hear the men on the stairs whistling at you.

You roll your eyes at the gang members who are shouting and cat-calling loud as hell— the whole block could hear.

“Damn Ma, can I get a 360?!” One of them call out. Before you could even flip him off, two familiar voices chime in.

“Chill, nigga.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

They say at the same time. The two voices could easily be distinguished as Trey (your brother) and Yoongi (your brother’s best friend).

Or their street names: Tre D and Agust D. The ‘D’ standing for D-Town. To which you find corny as hell because you all literally live downtown. All these corny ass niggas’ names end with D.

Once you’re right in front of the group of men your brother nods his head at you. That’s just him acknowledging your existence. The two of you have a complicated relationship. It’s only complicated because you don’t like his lifestyle (respectfully) but he won’t stop gang banging.

Nonetheless, you’d still take a bullet for that man. Vice versa.

“Yo, _______.” Yoongi speaks. From the looks of it, you can already tell he’s about to say some stupid shit. He has that sorry ass smirk on his face and keeps glancing around at his little posse. Leaning your weight on to one leg, you simply arch your brow at him.

“You gon’ let me tuck you in?” Your stoic expression remains the same. A few giggles are heard and your brother shakes his head. Trey is more than used to Yoongi making advances at you— he’s been fiend out for damn there 8 years.

Yoongi looks you up and down, adjusting his duffel bag on his shoulder. You smack your teeth and harshly brush past the men blocking your way up the stairs. Prior to entering the building you yell back at the long haired, pale man.

“Tuck your dick!”

SLAM! You slam the door shut, you can hear the distant instigating behind the door as you walk up the stairs to the shared apartment. Mumbling curse words on your way up.

Yoongi’s smirk never leaves, despite the instigation his crew nagged on about. He likes that shit. He loves it. Your hot temper and all of it. He knows that if he wanted to he could shut you right up. But you being mad at him kind of turns him on… so he’ll let you have it.

You’d prefer a nice and quiet, empty pathway to your home when you get off from work. You go through enough stress as it is. Another headache is exactly not what you needed.

Stepping foot into the dark apartment, you set your purse down and walk to your room, ready to get in the shower after a long day. The apartment is fairly big compared to the other units. More than enough space for you and your brother. Although, for the past year it’s really just been you occupying the space.

Trey is never home. He’s out and about being Tre D. He stopped coming home about a little over a year ago. It’s just gang related activities after the other, selling drugs, hanging out with D-Town and fucking random girls. Repeat.

It’s reasonable that you gave up on trying to stop him. He’s a grown man now and you can’t sit around all day to inspect your little brother’s everyday life to make sure he’s doing ‘the right thing’. He’s only 2 years younger than you but you always acted as a mother figure. Taking over that role after your mother got sprung out on crack and left you both.

Working your ass off everyday, feeding him and yourself, trying to make sure he��s doing well in school— all a waste of time. Now look. He’s outside of your shared apartment, probably not even going to come up stairs and is making way more money than you.

You regret the day he met those guys. And you regret even more when he dragged Yoongi along with him.

The thought of Yoongi makes you sigh. You pick up your towel to get in the shower, blasting Lauryn Hill as you lather your brown skin with smell-good soap. You manage to decompress in the shower. Tracking wet footprints to your bedroom as you approach the window, you look outside to see if they’re still there.

Yes. Yes they are. Your brother seems to be leaving and you can’t help but notice someone is missing from the gang.

And almost on queue— as if the devil himself set it up… you hear the front door opening. Letting out a groan, you go and peak out of your bedroom door.

“No need to hide, babygirl. Come on out.” Yoongi calls.

You roll your eyes before slamming your door. But like you figured, the door opens right back up and in comes Yoongi. He silently stands in front of the door after he closes it behind him, observing your figure that is semi-hidden behind the white towel you have on. Yoongi already has a little stiffy just by looking at you.

“Stop calling me babygirl you freak, I’m older than you.” You say, responding to the comment he made. He chuckles, walking over to sit on your bed while you apply lotion on your legs. He drops his duffel bag on the ground next to him.

“Yeah, by like a few months.” Looking down at him, you noticed that he’s man spreading, leaning on his arms that are propped up behind him on the bed. Refraining from gulping, you look away.

You don’t respond to him. Instead, you continue on with your nightly routine, pretending that the fine man is not sitting on your bed ready to pounce on you the second you say go. You can hear shuffling behind you as you fix your locs, putting them in the ponytail.

“_______, I got you something.” He says and you reluctantly turn around. This man really doesn’t learn or care to catch a hint. In his hand is a book. A book that you’ve been searching for everywhere and is sold out.

“How…” is all you can mutter out. Out of all of Yoongi’s highly prestigious and unusual gifts he attempts to give you, this has got to be the best one yet. Best, because you actually wanted it. Not that that Birkin Bag was easy to donate— that was a struggle.

“Uh— I saw you were looking for this shit everywhere on your spam.” You furrow your eyebrows.

“Why the hell are you on my spam page?!”

“So I had drove damn there 2 fucking hours to get this shit.” He says, ignoring the previous question.

You love it. You want to snatch the book out of his long slender fingers, throw your bonnet on and start reading immediately. But—

“I can’t take that Yoongi.” The sentence isn’t something that he hasn’t heard before. You tell him every single time he comes up to your apartment trying to hand you something he bought for you. You never take shit from him and if you do, it gets donated almost immediately.

He scoffs. Honestly looking a little pissed off— fed up to be exact. “What do you mean you can’t take it? Didn’t you hear me, _______?” He stands up, book still in hand. “I drove 2 hours for a fucking book!” He exclaims.

It’s not like you’re meaning to be a bitch. You’d just rather not take anything that was bought with drug money. Even the book you’ve been dying to read for months.

“Listen Yoongi—”

“Agust D.” He corrects.

“I’m not calling you that shit!” A smile cracks onto his face. Just a small one. Because, as mentioned before, he loves that shit. But he’s still fed up.

“I can’t take that. It’ll be donated just like the other gifts you attempt to bribe me with.” You say and he sets the book on the bed, stepping closer to you. “I’m not bribing you _______. I just wanna spoil you, just let me do that.”

“No! I don’t want anything you or my brother buy with your fucking D-Town money. You can keep all of that shit!” You roar while waving your arms around. He sighs, running his fingers through his long black hair, letting it fall back in place. “Money is money, _______.”

“I’m not doing this with you, Yoongi.” Arguing with him back and forth is like arguing with a wall. You two could go on and on about the lifestyle he and Trey are choosing to live.

Yoongi walks up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. You don’t pull away. Despite how stubborn you are, you’d never deny Yoongi’s touch whenever you feel him. It’s instant stress relief.

“I’m trying, _______.” He calmly says in your ear. The disembodied voice— so husky yet smooth. It sends shivers down your back and all of the hair on your arms stand tall.

“Try harder then.”

“Why are you like this?” You scrunch your face up. “Like what?!” You can feel him shrug his shoulders behind you.

“Like… stubborn and petty.” Offended, you scoff.

“Stubborn and petty like your mama?” It was a quick little insult— a joke! Everyone says it. Plus, you had to think of a come back quick or else you know Yoongi would’ve known that you knew what he said was partially accurate. But when you feel the tight hold Yoongi had around your waist loosen… you knew you fucked up.

“You know my moms’ is dead.” You immediately twist your body around to face him, your towel nearly unraveling. You quickly catch it. “Omg, I did not mean it like that, for real. I was just saying shit!” You ramble on and on about how you don’t think before speaking and how sorry you are.

Then he laughs. Like actually laugh. Not a corny little smirk or the low chuckle he does when he’s around his boys— not even a light smile. He gave you his infamous, gummy smile, shoulder bouncing laugh. He even threw his head back for a second.

You really couldn’t help but smile. You missed that laugh. Having been reunited with it after so long makes you forget everything said and done. Because that’s the Yoongi you know, the Yoongi you grew up with, the Yoongi you loved. You smile at the taller man still looking at you with that cute gummy smile even after the laughter died down.

“Stop apologizing _______, I was just fucking with you.” You scoff but the smile never fades, even when you playfully punch his shoulder. “That’s not funny!” He nods his head in agreement as if he wasn’t just literally laughing his ass off.

“It was just funny seeing you speak like that. First time in mad long you didn’t have that stick that you love so much up your ass.” Looking up at him, you can’t even be mad at what he just said. Not when all the old feelings were suddenly rushing back in. The ones you fought off years ago.

“Yeah,” you switch your focus onto the ground. “It was nice seeing you laugh like that.” His fingers lightly grip your chin to lift your head back up to look him in the eyes. Your heart is doing backflips but in your head there are a million different alarms going off, screaming ‘abort!’.

“You always make me laugh. Whether I’m laughing around you or at home in my bed, laughing about something that you said. You make me…” He trails off making you furrow your eyebrows a bit.

“Make you what?” He sighs, scratching the back of his head, looking out of the window. You shove his shoulder to get his attention again. “Make you what?!” He looks down at his shoes as if the answer was written on them. They weren’t. You checked.

“You make me… hmmph.” He mumbles and you slap your hands on your naked thighs in frustration. You grip his face in your whole hand to get him to stop looking around the room helplessly, like a mother trying to force feed their child.

“What!” You scream.

“Happy!” He reciprocates the volume, eyes going wide when he finally lets the shit flow free. Your hand slowly drops from his face. “Damn— satisfied?” He sassily asks, rolling his eyes. Too in shock to even say anything, you just stand there with your eyebrows high, looking like a dumbass.

“_______,” he starts, earning you attention. So many thoughts sprint through your mind as you stare up into his sharp brown eyes. It’s really hard to believe that after everything, he still found happiness in you. You can’t recall the last time you felt happy in Yoongi’s presence. The man that you once loved. You and Yoongi never dated, never slept together, never really announced any feelings for each other either. The relationship the two of you had was unspoken. You knew the love was there— he did too, and that was enough.

“I need you to know, that I want you.” He says seriously. Your heart drops at the words. No.

No, not now. Why now?

“I want us, _______.” You could melt underneath his gaze. You feel yourself slowly folding. Ready to submit and give into him— give into your heart that’s been begging to be his for 7 years now. “Tell me you want this too.”

Yes, tell him you want this. Want all of him. Because you do… but you can’t. It’s not the same. This is not the same as it was 7 years ago. Yoongi isn’t the same. You can’t do it.

“I can’t— I don’t… want this.” You try to stand strong but you’re weak. Yoongi always did that to you. “You don’t or you can’t— which one is it?” He says, already knowing the answer. He needs to hear it from you though. You sigh, closing your eyes. “Yoongi—”

“No _______ tell me right now why you can’t just let us be happy?” Yoongi’s frustration is valid. But so is yours. You try to walk away from him, to get away, like those alarms that kept going off in your head a few minutes ago told you to do. But Yoongi isn’t having it. He already laid his heart out there, he just wanted you to take it— for it to be yours. So he grabs your arm. “Don’t walk away from me.” You yank your arm back immediately.

“I fucking can’t Yoongi! You want me to stand here, laugh, ‘kee-kee’ in your face. Tell you I want you and that I want this just for you to go back to the streets the next second someone calls you.” You’re out of breath from all of the screaming, no doubt the neighbors were gonna report. But you aren’t done.

“D-Town tells you to jump, you ask how high. I ask you to get your life together, to get off of the streets and I’m left with the same answer. I’m not gonna be one of those bitches that hold you down when you decide to get into some dumb shit and I’m damn sure not gonna be the person people have to get in touch with because their fucking boyfriend died doing some fuck shit.” The undertone of your face is red and your hands are shaking. “It’s bad enough my brother is in to deep. I’m not trying to have to worry about someone else.”

Yoongi’s tongue pokes the inside of his cheek as he takes in everything you said. You’ve never been this vulnerable. With anyone. You’ve never said any of this to anyone but you don’t want to keep having the same interactions over and over with him.

“I understand.” Is all he says. And it’s all he has to say. You know he’s not gonna quit the streets until the streets quit him. After all, that’s how it works. But he really did understand and if that’s how you feel he won’t push it.

“Can I just lay with you?” Before you can even protest he raises his hands to clarify. “Just for tonight. Can you please… just do this for me? Let me lay with you.” You sigh, over analyzing the possibility. In the end you conclude it was fine. So you grab your pajamas and change in the bathroom. When you come back in, Yoongi is already laying in the bed. Shirtless and wearing nothing else but the pair of basketball shorts he had in his bag. The book resting on your nightstand.

Your pajamas includes a sage green tank top and a beige pair of cotton shorts. You lie next to him in your bed after cutting the lights off. His body instantly cuddles into yours.

“Yoongi,” you call out. “Your head is on my boobs.” He chuckles into the pair before raising his head to look at you. “You used to always let me lay on your boobs. They’re comfortable.” He says with a faint pout, poking your plushy boobs with his finger, making you flinch.

“Yoo— will you stop poking me!” You say frustratedly. “It tickles.” Yoongi perks up at that. “It tickles, huh?” He sings, continuing to poke you. His fingers pokes at your chest, your sides, your neck. You try to fight him off but your laughter is making you weak. “Stu— stop!” You cry out and he just giggles at your plea. It’s really over once he hovers his body over yours, locking yours in place underneath him.

Your face hurts from laughing so hard, can’t even manage to fight it anymore. The poking eventually stops but the soft giggles and toothy smile on your face doesn’t falter. Yoongi’s eyes sparkle as they bore into yours. He carefully places his hand on your cheek, thumb caressing your lifted cheekbone.

“You’re so pretty, _______.” He observes your features from above and his heart pounds against his chest. The pace aligned with yours. “Sometimes,” he nuzzles his head into the crook of your neck. “I forget just how pretty you are. So I come to bother you— just to see you. But when I have you this close… you make me want to leave everything else behind just so I can be with you.”

That’s all you really wanted. For Yoongi to leave all the bullshit alone. Maybe then you two could work.

But you know that all of this is just pillow talk. Yoongi would never do that. Not for you. Not for anyone. “Don’t say things you don’t mean, Yoongi.” You speak mellowly. He lifts his head out of your neck to look at you again. “I can’t tell you how I feel now?” You roll your eyes. “You can but don’t sit here and lead me on to believing in a lie.”

He doesn’t respond. You feel his lips on your cheek. Eyes widening, you look at him in confusion. “What are you—”

“I’m not lying to you, _______.” He kisses your forehead. “Even with everything that happened, no matter what you say to me— I never told you a lie and I don’t plan to.” He leans in to give you another kiss but pauses. His face just an inch away. Your breath hitches at the close proximity, growing nervous when his eyes focus on your lips.

“Can I kiss you?” He whispers softly against your lips. Your mind isn’t working. There’s no alarms blaring, no weird gut feeling, just you. Underneath him. Without much thought, you mutter a breathy “yes.”

He leans in, his lips molding perfectly with yours. It’s soft and passionate and you’re worried that you just might have a heart attack the way your heart is pacing. Your fingers travel their way through his long strands of hair as you happily taste the minty flavor of his mouth— covering up the taste of cigarettes. When he pulls away to catch his breath, you immediately pull him back down. Now that you got a taste of him, you don’t want to let it go.

The kiss starts getting heated when Yoongi rolls off of you and pulls you on top of him. His hands roam the surface of your back, letting them slip under your tank top. You bite on his bottom lip once you pull away, letting your soft brown hands travel up his abdomen to his solid chest. Your back arches as you leave open mouth kisses against his chest. He takes the opportunity to cup your ass into his hands, occasionally squeezing the fleshy rump.

You slightly shift your hips up against him to lift up. “Fuck,” Yoongi lets out a shaky breath. “Don’t move like that.” You furrow your brows in confusion but you quickly understand when you feel something poking your thigh. In shock, you shift again. A low groan leaves Yoongi’s mouth and he places his hands on both sides of your waist.

You watch as his eyes squeeze shut, the action and the sound he let slip gave you that tingling feeling in your stomach, that familiar sensation fluttering in between your legs. You do it again. Wanting to hear that sound from him again.

“Seriously, you don’t want this to go further than it already has.” True. You don’t, but you’re a little too lust filled to think straight. And the fact that Yoongi is hard as a rock underneath you has you wet. Grinding your clothed sex onto his bulge.

“Yo, I—”

“Shut up.” You say, placing your hands on his chest to support yourself as you grind against him. The lewd sounds that escape from both of your mouths flood the room. Yoongi’s basketball shorts get bunched up in the process, the repeated action dragging the band down, exposing his boxer briefs underneath.

You lift your hips up to pull the shorts down but Yoongi stops you. He sends you a warning look that reads, ‘don’t do this.’

Regardless, you enthusiastically yank them and his boxer briefs down his thighs, letting his dick stand tall against his lower stomach. “_______, you’re confusing me.” He says while you’re busy scrapping to get the clothing from around his ankles, satisfied when they hit the floor. You turn around, looking down at him once again.

“You’re confused? Hm, I thought you were hard.” Speaking sarcastically, you turn your focus onto Yoongi’s member. You grip his length in your hand, brushing your thumb over his sensitive tip making Yoongi twitch.

“A little bit of both honestly. I mean, mostly hard but— woah woah woah, stop!” Yoongi panics once you put your mouth on his dick. He immediately sits up, his back resting against the head board. “I’m not doing this with you.” He says, to which one of your eyebrows flick up.

“Why not?” You scoff. “You don’t seem to have any problem fucking all these other bitches.” Yoongi lets out an unamused laugh, wiping his hands over his face. “You’re not other bitches. You don’t throw yourself on my dick.”

“I just did!” Technically, you did.

Yoongi scoffs, mumbling something under his breath. “It’s not the same thing. You’re invested in this _______ and you know it.” You turn your head away from him, not wanting to hear the truth. “I don’t need you to have another reason to hate me.” Rolling your eyes—

“I don’t hate you.”

“You’re just saying that.” You shake your head, scooting closer to him. “I’m not. I don’t hate you, Yoongi.” You repeat, your fingers go to his hair and you focus on the way his dark hair fall on your skin before looking at him again. “And right now… I’m horny, so.” You sit in front of him, anticipating his response.

“Okay.” He shrugs.

“Okay, what?” He grabs your waist gently, pulling you closer to him. Your lips lock onto his again and this time, the pace quickens. Yoongi’s hands reach for your tank top to pull it over your chest, you lift your arms as he pulls it off, slinging it across the room. Like clockwork, you drag your shorts down as well, tossing them in the corner without a care in the world.

Yoongi’s hands roam all over your body. Taking in the feel of your body being close to his. He retracts from the kiss to drool over your body. His pale hands over your brown skin, the only source of light coming from the window. “What do you want me to do, _______?” He asks, palming your breast in both hands. You bite your lip as you look down at him touching you.

“Can I ride you?” You ask in a whisper and you could’ve swore you felt Yoongi’s dick twitch on your thigh right after the words fell off your tongue. He felt like doing a backflip. An ability he doesn’t have but that’s how you make him feel. It’s just like you to want to ride him— it being your first time even having sex with each other.

“Fuck yes.” You let out a giggle at Yoongi’s expression before leaning over to open the top drawer of your nightstand. His eyes travel with your every movement. “What are you doing?”

“Grabbing a condom.” You popped out. He purses his lips at that. “Guess I’m not the only one you’ve been wrestling in the sheets with.” Looking back at the man with the condom in your hand, the jealous look on his face makes you want to run over to your phone to take a picture. Instead you laugh.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” You say, ripping open the packet. “I bought them because they’re a necessity. I’m not fucking anyone— but i’m glad I did buy them.” Yoongi raises an eyebrow in curiosity. “I’d rather not have the neighborhood’s dick in me raw.”

It’s almost comedic the way his jaw drop. “Neighborhood’s dick is cuh-razy!” Slipping the condom on his length, you let out a giggle. Once you’ve got it on all the way you grip his shoulders, lifting your cunt over it. “It’s okay,” you jokingly reassure. “I’ll make sure to give you a good rating.”

“Oh, you got jokes— oh shit.” His demeanor changes once you rub his tip against your wet slit. “Are you—,” He reaches out to drag a finger through your folds. “You’re mad wet.” He states the obvious and when he pulls his finger away, your arousal drags with it. Without a second thought, he lifts his finger to his mouth, sucking on it to taste you. A low moan leaves his mouth. His eyes never leaving yours.

“You ready or did you change your mind?” You shake your head slowly, feeling more aroused than ever. “I’m ready.”

Once again, you maneuver his length through your folds before aligning it at your entrance. You take a deep breath and Yoongi’s hands rub your back. You slowly lower yourself down his length, feeling the pressure of him stretching you out. Your mouth falls agape when his full length is inside of your cunt.

After a few more rounds you get used to it. Yoongi stares at the action of your pussy swallowing his length. Your pussy is so tight around him, he’s afraid he might cum too fast.

He curse in your ear as you begin to ride him faster. “Fuck— you’ve been holding back on me for all these years.” Yoongi moves his hips, helping thrust into you. Your tits jump along with you as you bounce on his cock. So deep, the sound of his balls slapping against your ass echoes throughout the quiet apartment.

“Ah, Yoongi!” You moan out and Yoongi feels himself growing light headed. “You’re making me go crazy, _______.” He slams into your pussy faster— harder. At this point you weren’t even moving. Yoongi was the one in control of your body.

Especially when he moves you off of him, switching positions to take full control. You lie on your back, abandoned pussy and all. “Yoongi, put it back in.” You beg.

He shushes you before bending down, face in between your legs. His mouth attacks your wet cunt. He flatten his tongue to fully taste your sex. Licking and sucking all of you. His mouth sucks on your clit making you scream out in pleasure while his three fingers abuse your hole. “Yoongi, fuck that feels so good.” He slightly smirks up at you.

“Tell me whose pussy this is.” He says lowly. You could’ve came right then and there just from how sexy he said it. All dominant and territorial. The way he looks— his long dark hair sticking to his face and neck.

“Yuh— oh my god!” You moan out as your legs begin to shake at the overwhelming stimulation of his mouth and fingers.

“Tell me.” He demanded a bit louder.

“Yours Yoongi! It all yours, mm.” His fingers moves faster and you grip the sheets for moral support. “F- Fuck me Yoongi. I want your dick inside me.” It doesn’t take long before he obeys. He lifts up, just before you could orgasm and slides his hard dick inside of you. With Yoongi in control now, the pace is much faster. He lifts one of your legs up, putting it over his shoulder for better access.

Going deeper inside of you, hitting all of the right spots. You pull him down towards your body, your nails digging into his back, creating little crescent moon shaped marks. Chest to chest, Yoongi penetrates your pussy as the two of you share a feverish kiss.

“I’m gonna cum, Yoongi.” You say against his lips, out of breath. He rapidly nods his head. “Cum, mm.” His thrusts slow down, instead he makes sure to go deeper, hitting your spot repeatedly, making your legs shake around him. “Cum for me, _______.”

A few thrusts later and you cream on his dick. He pulls out, slips off the condom and starts stroking his dick. You place your hands over his, moving your mouth towards his tip. When the long drags of warm semen pour out you catch every drop of it. Mouth wide open, tongue out— you swallow his cum. Licking the tip afterwards for good measure.

Yoongi’s heavy breathing fills the room as he collapses on the bed. You get up to throw the used condom out and to collect your pajamas off the floor, walking with a bit of a limp. You toss Yoongi his basketball shorts before cleaning yourself up in the bathroom and changing.

When you come back, you find Yoongi already in his basketball shorts lying on the bed still. “Not gonna dip?” You ask, trying to sound nonchalant. You don’t want him to go but you don’t need him to know that. You were just awfully vulnerable and something similar to regret is already creeping up on you.

“Naw, why would I?” You shrug before laying in bed next to him. Not even being able to position yourself, he makes sure he cuddles into you, your face close as hell to his. “So how was the neighborhood’s dick?” He jokingly asks, laughing after. You lightly punch his chest.

“I’m not finna play with you Yoongi.” Yoongi serves you a feigned pout. “Awe, you regretting it already?” You don’t say anything because you really don’t know if you are. You don’t regret the sex because— fuck that was amazing. Best dick you ever had and you really will give him a good rating. However, the things that were said could’ve stayed unsaid. You shared too much vulnerability and that’s not something you’re comfortable with. The last thing you need is Yoongi to throw any of that shit back up in your face.

“I don’t regret it.” You conclude. His arms wrap around your waist tighter, grabbing one of your legs to wrap it around him. “But it won’t happen again. This was a one time thing.”

“But you swallowed my cum.” He pouts again and for some reason you don’t think it’s feigned this time. So you lightly smack his lips. Too much of a distraction.

“Because I didn’t want to get my covers dirty, you freak.” He dramatically raises his eyebrows. “So now I’m back to being a freak.” You sigh because it seems like he’s purposely not paying attention to what you’re actually trying to say.

“Yoongi.” You say seriously making him nod his head. “Okay, I got it. it was a one time thing.” Despite his display of understanding, you can’t help but hear the underlying disappointment in his voice.

You lay in his arms for hours. Neither of you fall asleep, replaying the previous events in your head. You debate with yourself whether or not you’re being in denial, too petty, stubborn, unreasonable. Whether or not you should give Yoongi a chance. Because right now you feel safe. Right now, everything is okay while your head rests against his beating chest. Right now…

“AGUST D GET YO’ ASS DOWN HERE NIGGA!”

You jump. You and Yoongi both lift up— your face of shock is a bit different from his. He knows what it is and you think you do too. That’s why you’re shook as fuck. The shouting and calling through the window doesn’t stop. And when Yoongi arms unravels from your waist, your heart sinks.

“What is that?” You ask.

And when that same, familiar, sorry ass, corny ass smirk that you hate so damn badly form onto Yoongi’s face… you knew.

“That’s D-TOWN BABY.”

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ranking the main taz trios from least to most likely to have all kissed each other on the mouth at some point:

5: coriolis crew. absolutely not. there is about a 0% chance even a single pair of them kissed. i don't think even friendly cheek kisses have occurred. amber is allergic to affection, devo will not shut up for even 5 seconds, and i don't think zoox even has lips. not even to mention the weird distant coworkers but also contentious found family vibe they got goin on. no kissies were had.

4: pine guard trio. it's been a long time since i listened to amnesty but i just do not see it happening iirc. maybe ned and duck at some point like once? definitely not aubrey with either of them. and not thacker (if you include him) either.

3: tres horny boys. counting the stolen century, i think there's an okay chance taako and magnus have kissed at least once. the chance of either of them kissing merle is pretty low but not fully nonexistent

2: thundermen llc. it's happened before and no one knows if it was romantic or friendly/messing around, least of all the three of them, and they're okay with that

1: poppy's boys. these old men have explored each other's bodies on more than one occasion and it was awkward and weird every time but that's not stopping them

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melonkittii · 7 months

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Ranking TAZ PCs by their willingness and ability to kill Santa

Tres Horny Boys. Did kill Santa at least once.

Poppy's Pals. My logic here is I imagine all three of them have beef with Santa, but especially Montrose. I feel this deep in my soul. they def def def would kill santa and also have the means to.

Coriolis Crew. Ok hear me out on this Zoox and Devo don't know who Santa is and I think Amber def has beef with Santa for getting her the wrong thing for chirstmas a child. So Amber does definitely convince zoox and Devo to kill Santa if they come across him, but they wouldn't like seek him out.

The Thundermen. (sourced from @cambriascall) "All you would have to do is send Fitzroy a letter from Goodcastle that says he has to kill Santa to become a knight and he would do it. The Firbolg would go along with it (would destroy capitalism) and Argo is hesitant at first but Fitzroy could get him there".

The Pine Guard. I don't think any of them have particular beef with Santa. Ned would probably end up accidentally toppling him off the roof and becoming Santa. Just like the movie.

Thank you.

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Sunday Broadcast Crew

A quick run through of the (existing) cast for Sunday Broadcast - a T.V Show in which Sunday (Clown Reader) is the star. Lemme know what y'all think-

Sunday the Clown/Clown Reader - Silly, Kind Hearted Clown. Only wants the best for everyone.

Telly (he/they/it) - Sunday's tag along and (second) best friend. A slightly mischievous television who always comes around when needed. Knows more than he's willing to tell, but as long as Sunday is safe he keeps his big mouth shut.

Gus (he/they) Sir (he/it) - A silly clown and his best friend, an anthropomorphic rabbit with a bad habit and a bad attitude. Sir can often be found chewing gum as smoking is forbidden during show hours. Low-key hates Gus, but is his best friend. Gus is unaware of his bed friends true feelings - loves everyone one and thing, but loves Sunday the most (please keep that a secret)

Melan (she/they) and Holly (she/her) - A sad jester and her best friend, a sweet housewife clown who tries her best to cheer her dear up. Melan is an unlucky girl who has little success with her tricks, often can be found sobbing in her room until Sunday, Holly or her siblings can convince her to come out.

Ventri (They/them) and Tres (they/it) - A playful mime and their.....friend? Pet? Ventri is a mime who doubles as a ventriloquist to some extent. Enjoys making hand puppets of their friends and can never be seen without one. "Speaks" solely through their puppets, their ability to mimic voices is scarily accurate. Tres is a giant wood puppet with a candy dispenser fitted into their stomach/chest. Gives candy to those who deserve it, bites those who don't.

Gus, Melan, and Ventri are all related. Sir, Holly, and Tres are their "imaginary friends" who are only visible to those who believe in them/they trust.

Thirteenth (they/them) and Wishbone (they/them) - An unlucky cat and a fortune rabbit shoved into a miserable companionship. The two cancel each other out in terms of their unnatural luck/unluck leading to them being unable to be apart for long. The two can hardly stand each other, their only common interests being Sunday. Wishbone has a permanent limp in their right leg following an accident they don't like to talk about. Thirteenth had their eye torn out by a broken shard of glass.

Margo Maggie (she/her) - An apple girl sweet as can be. Can easily be found in her garden tending to her crops. Her name is not "Margo Maggie" as much as it is Margo and Maggie as Maggie is her best friend abd biggest helper. Maggie has never been seen by anyone else due to how shy they are. If you happen to find a single tooth in an apple Margo gives you, please return it. It isn't not ripe yet.

Ferret (he/him) - A timid doll boy with an intense jealousy streak. Jealous of his peers for being able to feel and eat, and do everything else a normal human can do. The only reason he can "see" is because his eyes are glass. The empty cavity of his body is filled with fake organs and bones. If he is to ever loose a part of himself.... The best thing to do is hold your breath and hope he mistakes you for a doll like him.

The Handyman (It) - Keeps things in order, tolerates Sunday alone, very handy, likes balls of yarn.

Charlie - Charlotte? Charles? Charlene? Sunday's best and only friend :)

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Spirit of the sea

Izzy Hands x Reader (GN)

SEASON 2 CONTENT AHEAD!!!

Blackbeard rules the sea. Despite wanting his captain back, Izzy realises his mistake. Protecting the crew is his concern. Protecting you is his life mission. Stede's return brings hope, but there's a lot of work to be done before this crew becomes a family.

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Warnings: Spoilers. Amputation. Slight descriptions of NSFW content. Babygirl goes off the rails and tries to kill everyone.

Chapter Eleven - Indestructible little fucker

♡♡♡

You sit by his bedside. He's in agony. You hold his hand and dab at his sweaty forehead with a bit of old cloth. Not the most hygienic thing to do, but the only you can do.

Izzy is alive.

Blackbeard asked Frenchie to kill him, but not only did you tell him not to, he didn't want to kill him either. With Frenchie's help, and Jim and Archie too, you got Izzy below deck, hidden away in a small room. The entrance was blocked so it was isn't noticable.

That is where you were now. His leg cannot be saved and he's in horrible pain.

He's a total mess.

"Kill me, you fucking cowards!" He yells, not caring much for your comforting actions. All he can feel is the pain in his leg and in his heart.

"Shh." You try to get him to quiet down. If Blackbeard hears him you'll all be in deep shit.

"Lord above he smells somethin' terrible!" Frenchie says, coming into the room.

"Yeah, his leg's rotting!" Archie exclaims, almost cheerfully.

You run your fingers through Izzy's knotty and greasy hair. God, you just want to take away all his pain.

"It needs to be cut off," you say, not once looking away from Izzy. He looks at you, not reacting to your words at all.

"We just had him asleep. You're freakin' him out!" Jim hisses at Frenchie.

"Kill me--" Izzy goes to yell again but you quickly move your hand over his mouth. His words muffled by your palm.

"Alright. Listen, listen, listen. Start with his leg, see where it goes." Frenchie says. He makes his way out, unable to stand it down there any longer.

"I've done this before. Which one?" Jim asks, holding up two different weapons.

You keep your hand in Izzy's, looking at him.

"Definitely the fucked-up one. I think that one's all right," Archie said.

Both you and Jim look at Archie, deadpan expression.

"I'm not a fucking idiot. Which one?" Jim gestures to the weapons in their hand.

"Oh! Dealers choices."

Jim chooses one and then looks at you. "Ready?" They ask.

You nod and turn back to Izzy, holding his hand tight. This was not going to tickle, but you would do anything to save Izzy.

"Uno, dos-- tres." Jim starst to cut off Izzy's leg.

"He's a gusher! He's a gusher!" Archie says.

Jim gags. You have to keep your eyes on Izzy to avoid looking, but you can hear it. You think you're going to be sick.

Izzy yells in pain.

You lean forward and cradle his face in your hand, your thumb resting on his cheeks as he writhes in pain. He can't look at you, unable to focus, but you hope he can feel the warmth of your hand.

"I'm going to save you, Izzy," you whisper. "I'm going to save you."

♡♡♡

Fleeting looks across the ship. Shared in secret behind Blackbeard's back. A look of longing and affection, but also despair. Sadness that he cannot just reach out and pull you closer to him. Sadness that he cannot kiss your lips and caress you. His heart yearns to hold you, love you, care for you, but it cannot as long as Blackbeard keeps up this nonsense.

If Izzy so much as steps out of line, Blackbeard punishes him. If Blackbeard threatens the crew, Izzy takes the blame. He will take all of it just keep the crew safe, just to keep you safe. No harm will befall anyone other than Izzy of he can help it.

The stars were out. The night sky clear. Izzy was doing his rounds when he found you up on deck. Your head was tilted upward toward the sky. You looked stunning in the eye of the first mate. No one else was present so he stepped over to you with careful steps. He came to stand so close beside you, his hand reached to brush against yours. Your heart leaped out of your chest, but the smile on your face was everything to him.

"What are you doing out here?" He asked you.

"Wishing on stars."

He had to chuckle slightly at that. Sometimes you said the most carefree and strangest things. Ever since Stede Bonnet, he can agree that in some ways you both had softened up a little.

"What are you wishing for?"

"I can't tell you."

"Why not?" He asks, smiling softly at you.

"Because then it won't come true."

Izzy wished he had the guts to kiss you right there under the star filled sky, but he hesitated. The voice of Blackbeard rang clearly in his head, 'No messing about on my ship. Relationships are off limits.'

To watch you walk away that night hurt. He wished he had taken the risk. Just once more he wanted to feel your lips against his.

♡♡♡

It was gruesome as fuck. Blood stained the cot under Izzy. His wound wrapped up to the best it can be. Jim and Archie sat on the floor at the end of the bed, Izzy's leg in Jim's hand. You remained beside him, stroking your fingers through his hair.

Your mind was taken back to the night in his cabin where you confessed your feeling toward him. Though it ended horribly, it was still one of the best nights of your life. You'd give anything in the world to love Izzy like that again.

He was looking up at you through hazed eyes. His breathing was a little ragged, but nothing to be concerned over. He did just have his leg cut off.

You stroke your hand through his hair again. He closes his eyes slowly. You almost smile. He's relaxed by your touch. You want to just stay here and look after him. You want to take away every bad thing that's ever happened to him.

Your Izzy.

"We did it? He'll live?" Jim asked.

"50/50 I reckon." Archie replies.

You just gaze at Izzy. You know he'll live. He might not be okay, but he'll live. That's all you can ask for.

"He's very still right now," Archie points out.

"He's relaxed. At ease," you say.

"What's your interest in this guy anyway? He seems like a bit of a dick."

"He is," Jim says. "But he's our dick."

You smile softly. Yeah, that sounds about right.

"There was a time when life meant something on this ship. When we lived for each other. Not just to survive." Jim smiles at Archie. "Guess you never know when you're in the middle of the good old days."

You sigh softly. Yeah, that made sense. Jim was right. Your good old days were with this man right here in your arms. Those were the best days.

Late nights talking under the stars, fighting side by side, stealing coin to go spend on shore for a good time. Always with Izzy at your side.

Jim and Archie kiss. You see it in the corner of your eye. You smile softly to yourself. You'd love to share a kiss with your pirate too, but now isn't the time for that. He needs to rest.

"What was that for?" Jim asks.

"You have hope. It's cute," Archie says.

Again, you smile. Hope. You had almost lost all your hope, but when Izzy was near, you kept hold of it. He was your hope.

"Plus, I really like that story that you told about the wooden demon boy that thirsted for life. Or was it blood? No, I was cleaning up the blood--"

Jim kisses Archie again.

You don't get much time to let them enjoy their moment as heavy footsteps break the peace that has settled in the room.

The hairs stand on the back of your neck at the sound of Blackbeard's voice. The hand holding Izzy's tightens slightly.

Shit.

"What have we got here. Hm?"

"Hey, no one told me this room existed." Frenchie lies.

You gather that Frenchie must have been cornered by Blackbeard. Now he knew Izzy was alive.

You'd die for Izzy if you had to.

"Leave me, all of you." Blackbeard speaks calmly.

Frenchie goes back upstairs, Jim and Archie follow, though Blackbeard has to remind Jim to take the leg too.

You remain seated.

"And you," he says.

You glare at the man, jaw tense as you look at him with a tear filled gaze. You refused to them fall though.

"No."

Blackbeard says your name calmly, but it still sends shivers down your spine.

"He was your friend," you spit at him.

He doesn't look phased.

You turn to look down at Izzy. His head is rolled over to look at you. His eyes are open and you can see the expression in his eyes. You take a deep breath to prevent from crying and slowly let go of Izzy's hand. You shuffle past Blackbeard, who stands too close for comfort, and make your way up the stairs. You'd wait up there.

Izzy missed the warmth of your hand.

♡♡♡

It was after a raid when you retreated below deck to hide away for a while. The raids were constant. Daily. Blackbeard didn't stop. It was exhausting, but you kept on going. Each one worse than the last, and still the crew kept on going.

Sleep was a luxury these days. Every time you closed your eyes the raids replayed in your mind. The feel of your sword piercing through your victim was all too real even in your dreams.

You lay on your bed wide awake, eyes staring up at the ceiling. You could still faintly hear their screams, feel the blood staining your hands, the thumping of bodies hitting the deck. It doesn't seem to ever go away.

Your dark spiral of thoughts is broken by the sound of footsteps. You sit up, half expecting Blackbeard to be there, but you find yourself instantly relieved. Izzy is standing there, looking at you.

"Hey," he whispers.

"Hey," you whisper back.

Izzy comes a little closer. He looks tired, mentally and physically. You wished to take away that tiredness and let him relax for once in his life.

"Couldn't sleep?" You ask. He shakes his head. You pat the space beside you on your bed.

Izzy takes a moment, before joining you. He sits with just enough space between you both not to be touching. Though he wishes he could.

"Izzy?"

He looks over at you with a gentle gaze.

"Do you still love me?"

What a silly question.

"Yes."

You smile. That smile breaks his heart. He wants to scoop you up in his arms and hold you, kiss you, hug you tight. Discovery of affection for you gets him punished.

You look at him with such a soft expression and his heart beats quickly. His fingers twitch on his knee, eager to make contact with you in some form.

Fuck it.

Izzy wraps his arms around you and pulls you in close. His lips land on yours and you're left breathless as he kisses you. His arms feel like home to you, his kiss a saving grace in these dark times.

This is all either of you wanted. To be with each other. To love one another.

"What did I say about relationships?"

Fear fills your body. Neither of you had heard Blackbeard arrive, too caught up in each other. You had been caught. Of all times, it had to be now you were seen.

Blackbeard stands over his first mate, eyes set in a hard glare.

"Take off your boot, Izzy."

♡♡♡

"Have you come to take the other one?" Izzy asks, looking up at Blackbeard. He's full of hatred for this bastard, at least in this very moment.

"I think one's quite enough," Blackbeard says. "I just popped down to say a proper goodbye."

Blackbeard takes a pistol from his belt. He holds it up for Izzy to see.

"I had a dream about you last night." Blackbeard turned the gun in his hand and holds it out to Izzy. "Take it."

"Oh, fuck off."

Blackbeard tried to force him to take it.

"Fuck off. Fuck off!" Izzy shouts.

"Hold it! Hold it."

Izzy takes the gun.

"I dreamt that ya killed me." Blackbeard states. He prepares the pistol in Izzy's hand. "Shot me right through the skull."

Blackbeard moves so the barrel of the gun is aimed right at his forehead.

Izzy grins, his eyes full of spite. "Good for you."

"It was good for me," Blackbeard agrees. "It's just what the doctor ordered. Anyway, it wasn't even like that." He stands up and begins to walk away from the bed. "Not in my dream."

Izzy watches him go silently.

"I was standing." Blackbeard stands with his back facing Izzy. "Just like this." He stretches his arms open a little.

Izzy raises the gun to be in level with Blackbeard's head.

He starts laughing. A humourless laugh.

"Oh! You scared, Eddie?" Izzy asks, mocking him. "Too scared to do it yourself. Ay?" He laughs again. "Go on. Clean up your own fuckin' mess. I'm not doin' it. I've been doin' it all my fuckin' life."

That much is true.

"Fuck off."

"Farewell, old chum."

Blackbeard heads up the stairs. He leaves Izzy down in that horrible little room by himself. Alone with the pistol.

You see Blackbeard emerge from the room. You stand there, staring at him.

A gunshot goes off.

You cover your mouth to prevent yourself from screaming. If Edward is standing right in front of you, and Izzy was alone down in that room, that can only mean Blackbeard left him with a means to end his own misery.

The tears fall and you run toward Ed, but he grabs you and holds you back.

"Last go of me! Let go!" You try to fight him off, but Blackbeard was always stronger than you.

"He's gone."

Blackbeard doesn't let go as you cry out. You scream, you yell at him, you cry. He doesn't let go. He eventually guides you away from the little door and back toward the others.

Your heart had just lost everything it was living for.

♡♡♡

Izzy gazed at you with such a gentle look. You lay next to him, arm draped over his naked chest. The activity you had just shared was still fresh in his mind, replaying over and over. He had done it. He had shown you his love.

His hand gently reached out, his finger caressing your cheek so lightly. You were so... beautiful to him.

He loves you so much. Izzy isn't a man who shares his feelings easily. It doesn't come naturally to him, but he could no longer hide the burning passion he felt for you.

He thought the whole thing between Bonnet and Ed was foolish and a waste of time. But if they felt even a fraction of what he feels for you, then he was so wrong.

No one should be denied this feeling.

The way you felt against him, the warmth of tour skin against his, your thighs squeezing against his body. He wanted to do it all again. His name falling from your lips as you gave him everything he had to offer.

Izzy is a man in love.

That was a dream. Until it wasn't.

Blackbeard reared his head back at the worst time possible. Izzy paid the price for being the one to do it.

He learnt his lesson. Almost.

He wouldn't have changed that night for anything because he still got to spend it with you.

♡♡♡

"Yeah, sorry. I know you said you're expecting a lot from me, Captain." Frenchie is talking to Blackbeard. "But do you wanna do this here or down at the bottom of the ship 'cause I could just jump over and make it easier."

"Listen, if you weren't such a treacherous liar, I wouldn't have had closure with Izzy, so I thank you for that." Blackbeard rests his arm on the helm.

"Yeah, you're welcome. You're welcome." Frenchie is surprised.

"Take the day off, brother. Go live."

"Yeah? Sure you don't want me to any steerings?"

"Nah." Ed removes the tethers from the helm that were keeping it in place. "Do me good to be at the wheel for a bit. Clear my head."

Blackbeard turns the helm sharply around to the right. The ship jerks, knocking everyone unsteady. Frenchie has to hold on as he descends the stairs.

You had been looking out to sea blankly for the last half hour since getting up on deck. Ed just left you there with your thoughts while he spoke to Frenchie.

Fang had come over to ask what had happened. You couldn't find the strength to tell him, but that look in your eye had Fang shaking his head. "No," he repeated over and over. He began to cry too.

As the ship turned, you gripped the tailing harder, steadying yourself. You snap out of your sad thoughts to glance up at your captain. He was resting his head gently atop the helm, looking quite content.

Was he pretending your dead lover wasn't downstairs rotting away in that pit of a room? It made you sick.

You turn your gaze back to the sea. There's a storm ahead, and Ed is sailing right toward it. Fuck.

♡♡♡

"So, do we think he's better?" Fang asks.

"Fuck, no." Jim whispers.

"Well, I don't know about that. He seemed pretty calm to me," Frenchie says.

You look at him with a flat expression. "That's more scary than him lashing out in some cases."

"He said he just wanted to spend more time-" The ship jolts again and everyone goes crashing into the wall. "-with nature." Frenchie finishes his sentence.

"Nature? It's a fucking storm!" You hiss.

Everyone goes up on deck to find Blackbeard soaked through and having the time of his fucking life. The storm is harsh, rain pelting down and leaving not a single dry spot. You're pretty much instantly drenched as you stand there. It's dark and you can't see out to sea very well.

"Hey! Do you want some help, captain?" Frenchie asks.

"No, I'm good!"

"We're sailing into a storm, boss!" Fang says.

"It certainly looks that way, doesn't it, brother?" Ed yells, moving the cannon next to him. "It's a bad one, too. And some maniac got rid of the wheel."

You look up to see the helm gone. You stare at Ed with utter basement and disdain.

The ship rocks violently and everyone has to steady themselves.

"Well, that's the Caribbean for you, isn't it?" Blackbeard asks, enjoying this way too much. "Sunshine one minute, cataracts the next!"

"You'll fuckin' kill us, you fuckin' psycho!" Archie yells.

"Maybe, maybe not! The odds of surviving a storm like this are pretty low and if I fire one into the mast, the chance will go right down to zero!" Ed yells.

"You fucker!" You yell back.

"What do you want?" Jim asks him.

"What do I want? I want you to fight her to the death!" He gestures to Archie.

"Why?"

"That's a bit misogynistic, man."

The ship rock again, getting hit by a horrendous wave. You topple a little closer to where Blackbeard is standing.

"Yeah, probably. All love dies!" He yells. "I'm just hastening the process!"

You state at him in disbelief. "Is that why you... you had Izzy..."

He just looks at you with a grin, his eyes clouded with no sympathy. He wanted to kill off any love on this ship.

"Leave it, man, we're not gonna fight to the death." Jim says.

Archie throws a punch throwing Jim.

"That's more like it!" Ed cheers.

"In my experience, it's kind of how stuff goes, ya know." Archie tells Jim.

Jim and Archie fight.

"Come on! End her! Or I will end us all!" Edward shouts as Jim gets Archie on her back.

You watch the fight unfold, trying to make peace with the end of your life. You never imagined this would be how you go.

"It's okay. It's just life," Archie says to Jim.

"Come on! Do it!"

"Not on my life," Jim says. They help Archie up.

"Aww." Blackbeard is disappointed. "That's too bad!"

"You were gonna do it anyway!" You yell at him.

Blackbeard laughs.

"I was. I was."

He laughs in a manic manner.

Hatred surges through your veins. You push off the railing you were holding on for dear life and lungs at him. He continues to laugh as you grab his arm, making him look your in the eyes.

It was impossible to tell what were tears and what was rain on your face, but he knew you were crying. Your eyes were glossy and red.

The ship jolts again, this wave bigger than the last. Still you manage to hold onto Blackbeard, only slipping slightly.

He continues to laugh.

The crew try to stay on their feet. Someone gets knock overboard and Fang reaches out, but it's too late. The dark water has claimed them in it's hunger for destruction against the ship. Archie and Jim slide down the deck as the water carries them.

"You bastard!" You yell at Edward. "You fucking bastard!!"

He goes to light the cannon with the torch on his free hand. The torch is shot from his hand and he loses balance, you scatter backward, slipping on the deck from the sound of the gunshot. You're soaked from head to toe as you whip your head around the see where the shot came from.

All air leaves your lungs.

More tears mix into the rain on your face. You're gasping for breath.

Izzy stands with one hand clinging to the rope rigging, the other clutches the pistol Ed left him with. He's soaked through, his weight relying on his one leg. A nasty cut on his forehead from where he tried to shoot himself.

He is looking at you.

You can't form a single word. Your only thought is that he's alive. He's right there looking at you. You can't help smiling.

Fuck, you thought you had lost him.

Ed laughs when he sees him.

"You indestructible little fucker!"

That's your Izzy.

Fang lunges at Ed and pins him down. You find your strength and get up onto your feet. You don't hesitate to run toward Izzy. He watches you. You run right into his chest and wrap your arms around his torso. He drops the pistol so he can hold you, keeping you both steady with his other hand.

"You're alive," you whisper into chest. You can feel his heart beating in his chest. "You're alive."

Izzy closes his eyes and buries his nose into your hair, his lips pressing lightly against your temple. The feeling of having you in his arms is one of hope and relief.

He was never going leave you behind with Blackbeard. Never.

You help support Izzy over to where Ed lay on the deck. Fang comes over to help too. Jim, Archie, and Frenchie stare down at the man. He was in a losing battle if he chose to get up.

He didn't. He remained laying there.

Jim raises a cannon ball over their head.

"Finally," Ed laughs.

Jim drops the ball.

You look up at Izzy, hand pressed against his chest to help keep him upright. He looks at you.

The crew is free from Blackbeard.

You're both free from Blackbeard.

♡♡♡

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Guide to The City: Chapter 2: Fixer Associations

A sequel to This Post where i catalogued The City's workshops, this time covering the fixer associations! Please note this will contain unmarked spoilers for Library of Ruina and Limbus Company.

1: Hana Association

Language: Korean Specialties: Fixer grading and management, threat classification, elimination of Impurities. Uniform: White and gold-trimmed long coats over a white suit with a black tie, emblazoned with Taoist trigrams on the shoulders. Equipment: Black crystalline weapons that can be reformed instantly to different forms, making Hana fixers dangerous and unpredictable in close combat. Most often wielded as Crystal Spears (Mirinae, Olivier, Hana Association Fixers) but also as a Crystal Gauntlet (Harold) Known Fixers: Mirinae, Harold, Olivier (Library of Ruina) Hana handles the grading and licensing of fixers and fixer offices, grading them from 1-9 (1 being the strongest, 9 being the weakest). They also handle the classification of threats to the city. from least to most dangerous, the classifications are: Canard Urban Myth Urban Legend Urban Plague Urban Nightmare Star of the City Impuritas Civitatis Impurities are special threats, classified by The Head themselves for immediate extermination or removal. Hana only personally fights against Impurity level threats.

2: Zwei Association

Language: German Specialties: Defense, peacekeeping, and bodyguard duty. Uniform: Blue and yellow coats and suits. Equipment: One-handed swords (Zwei Crew), two-handed swords, or Zweihanders if you will (Julia, Isadora, Walter, Zwei South Section 4 Faust, Zwei South Section 4 Gregor), and stun batons (Zwei South Section 6 Sinclair, Zwei South Section 5 Rodion) Known Fixers: Julia, Isadora, Walter (Library of Ruina), Faust, Gregor, Rodion, Sinclair, Heathcliff, Ishmael, Don Quixote (Limbus Company, mirror World of the Zwei Association) Affiliated Offices: Streetlight Office Zwei will handle peacekeeping within their territory, but don't mistake them for police, you will need to pay them for their protection. They specialize in defense, of people, places, whatever you need them for.

3: Tres Association

Language: Spanish EDIT: thank you to josieblueart, i had completely forgotten! Specialty: Testing and licensing of Workshop products Tests and approves all products made by the Workshops of The City, likely also in charge of "dealing with" any unauthorized distribution.

4: Shi Association

Language: Japanese Specialities: Assassination Uniform: Black and Red (varies) Equipment: Red katana (all) Known Fixers: Yujin, Valentin, Tenma, Thelma (Library of Ruina), Don Quixote, Heathcliff, Ishmael (Limbus Company, mirror World of the Shi Association) Affiliated Offices: Full-Stop Office Shi specializes in stealth and assassination. If you really want someone dead, you pay the Shi. Due to the nature of the job Shi is frequently understaffed, and thus terminally overworked and injured.

5: Cinq Association

Language: French Specialties: Dueling Uniform: Blue cape over a black suit, with a feathered cap Equipment: Rapier (All) Known Fixers: Don Quixote, Outis, Sinclair (Limbus Company, World of the Cinq Association) Have a dispute with someone, but you're too weak to duel them yourself? Hire the Cinq association to duel them for you!

6: Liu Association

Language: Chinese Specialties: War Uniform: Black suit with gold accents and red coats Equipment: Swords (Liu Fixers), Gloves (Cecil, Mei, Chun, Miris, Liu Association South Section 4 Ishmael), Guandaos (Lowell, Xiao), and Gauntlets (Liu Association South Section 6 Gregor, Liu Association South Section 6 Meursault, Liu Association South Section 5 Hong Lu) that cause fire via friction, requiring skill to use effectively. Also their signature red coats, made with Moonstone, singularity of M corp, that defends against psychological attacks. Known Fixers: Cecil, Mei, Chun, Miris, Lowell, Xiao (Library of Ruina), Ishmael, Gregor, Meursault, Hong Lu (Limbus Company, World of the Liu Association) Liu Association specializes in open combat, having great numbers and skilled fighters wielding fire. Liu are called in when you need to fight an army... or a monster.

7: Seven Association

Language: English Specialties: Information gathering, detection, hunting Uniform: Green coat, brown suit Equipment: Swords (Seven Association Fixers, Dante(LoR), Seven Association South Section 6 Yi Sang, Seven Association South Section 6 Ryoshu, Seven Association South Section 6 Director Outis, Seven Association South Section 4 Faust, Seven Association South Section 4 Heathcliff) and at least one bladed cane (Seven Association South Section 6 Director Outis) Known Fixers: Dante (Library of Ruina), Yi Sang, Ryoshu, Outis, Faust, Heathcliff (Limbus Company, World of the Seven Association) Han Hee-Joon (Distortion Detective) Affiliated Offices: Moses Office If you want to know something, you pay Seven Association. They specialize in information gathering, and if you pay extra, they'll also hunt down whoever you wanted to know about.

8: Eight? (Speculation based on the languages of the sinners and their numbers corresponding to the languages of the fixer associations, other instances of speculation will be marked with a ?)

nothing is currently known

9: Devyat Association

EDIT: Credit to truboo42, i'm bad at remembering limbus tidbits lol Specialties: Delivery Devyat employs courier fixers to deliver packages around The City, it is assuredly a dangerous job requiring skilled work.

10: Dieci Association

Language: Italian Specialties: Research, accumulation of knowledge Uniform: Priestly robes with a yellow sash Equipment: Gloves that somehow grant power the more knowledge the wearer has (Dieci Association South Section 4 Rodion) Known Fixers: Rodion (Limbus Company, World of the Dieci Association) Not much to go off of yet, but it seems like the Dieci specialize in accumulating knowledge, and are somehow able to use that knowledge for power. (curious why they never went to The Library, who also claimed to accumulate knowledge. perhaps they didn't want the library to have any of their knowledge?)

11: Öufi Association

Language: Swiss German Specialties: Trades and Deals Edit: thank you project moon very cool Uniform: Purple and black outfits similar in style to that worn by the Landsknecht of 15th century Germany Equipment: Ornate Halberd (Öufi Association South Section 3 Heathcliff) Known Fixers: Heathcliff (Limbus Company, World of the Öufi Association) Not much to go off of yet, but the Öufi seem to specialize in contracts and the enforcement thereof.

12: Dodeka?

nothing is currently known

And that's all, hopefully we'll gain more info later on the associations we haven't seen yet, expect future posts covering the Wings of the World and the Backstreets Syndicates!

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