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cosmicbucky · 6 months

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chronicles

summary: the story of you and bucky as told through different dates

pairing: bucky barnes x female reader

word count: 3274

warnings: fluff, allusions to mature themes, brief swearing, implication of major death (i'm sorry in advance)

a/n: this is a rewrite of one of my old fics that i deleted lol - (time travelling)

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《《April 17th》》

You finished curling the last strand of hair, pinning it all neatly in place before staring at your reflection. You analyzed every inch of your face, scrutinizing each choice - was the lipstick the right shade? Were your cheeks too pink? Was your hair proper enough?

“Well, are you ready? It’s been ages!” you heard through the door, your best friend’s voice pulling you from your trance.

You cleared your throat, dabbing your hands along your hair to press down any flyaways. “Coming!”

You pulled open the door, coming face to face with her as she leaned against the wall opposite you. She grinned, eyeing you up and down as you ran your hands along your dress, absently wondering if it was the right choice.

She whistled playfully, chuckling softly. “Don’t you clean up well! This boy won’t know what hit him.”

You smiled confidently, your worries momentarily disappearing. “Thanks, sugar.”

A few beats of silence passed before a light knock came from the door of your tiny apartment. You gave your friend a pointed look, the nerves flooding back in an instant.

She smiled reassuringly at you, lightly shoving you down the hall. “Don’t be nervous. He’s a great guy, and he practically begged for a date with you,” she reminded you, hot on your heels.

You nodded, taking a deep breath as you entered the living room. “Okay. You’re right. I got this.”

Confidence restored within you, you walked over and opened the door, grinning at the sight.

“Well, don’t you look beautiful,” he greeted with a smile, eyes quickly trailing over you. “As always,” he added with a wink.

“Thank you, James,” you said with a giggle, heat rising in your already pink cheeks as you took in his appearance; a well fitted suit, new looking shoes, slicked back hair. He really is as dashing as everyone says. “You look quite lovely yourself.”

He smiled and laughed, holding his hand out for you to take. “I told you. Call me Bucky.”

《《June 22nd》》

“Do you wanna go for a walk?” Bucky asked, sprawled out on the floor of his bedroom as you took up his bed.

You blinked up at the ceiling in shock before craning your neck to look down at him. “A walk? Buck, it’s a million degrees outside!” you said incredulously.

You were currently stuck in one of the worst heat waves to hit the city in years, and no matter how little you had on (in the privacy of yours or Bucky’s bedroom, of course) your skin still felt like it was melting off. Especially considering the activities that always resulted from the two of you wearing next to nothing; though, how could you ever complain about that?

Bucky sighed dramatically, groaning as he sat up. “Yeah, yeah, I know. But I’m going stir-crazy here and I figured me, you, and Stevie could go get some ice cream.”

You opened your mouth to say no, but you were met with puppy dogs that you can never say no to- and he knew it.

“Alright,” you agreed, sitting up to get dressed. “You owe me one,” you teased, slipping on your blouse.

“Anything for you, doll,” he agreed, smiling brightly. He jumped up and threw his clothes on in a matter of seconds, running to his door. “Steve, get your punk ass up! We’re going to get ice cream!” he called down the hall.

It was silent for a moment, before footsteps were heard puttering about in the room beside you. “Okay!” came his reply, muffled through the wall.

You giggled quietly and finished dressing, taking Bucky’s hand and heading to the living room where Steve was already waiting.

The three of you strolled down the sunny street, Steve a few paces behind as you and Bucky chatted about how quiet it was with everyone hiding away inside. Steve never paid any mind to the fact that he was constantly a tagalong - you were always kind to him, and if he was being honest, he enjoyed watching the happiness that radiated from you and Bucky.

After a few agonizingly hot minutes, you all arrived at the parlour, quickly entering and placing an order as Bucky paid for everything.

“Thanks, Buck,” Steve mumbled through a mouth full of ice cream, trying to eat it all before it was lost to the sun.

“Yes, thank you, honey,” you agreed, giving him a sweet kiss that tasted like vanilla and strawberries.

He smiled into the kiss, chasing your lips before grinning at you and Steve. “Any time.”

《《October 3rd》》

“You are such a jerk!” you yelled at Bucky, huffing in exasperation.

“Oh, come on! It’s not my fault I’m better than you,” he argued back.

You glared at him for a moment before turning back to your pad of paper. “Stop sinking my stupid ships,” you mumbled angrily, marking another X on the page.

Bucky only laughed at you, shaking his head. “Come on, love. We can quit playing if you want.”

You scoffed. “I don’t need your pity. We’ll finish this.”

He laughed at you once more, and as you watched his eyes crinkle and face glow, you suddenly weren’t mad that he was winning any more. You were simply just happy to have this ridiculous man in your life.

“Alright, you sulk. Take your shot, let’s go. Try harder this time,” he teased, smirking at you.

You narrowed your eyes at him and set your shoulders, confidently declaring your next move.

He studied his page for a moment before he slumped his shoulders, tossing his pencil onto the table. “Well,” he declared. “I’ll be damned”

“No way,” you doubted, a grin working its way onto your face.

He smiled at you, shrugging his shoulders. “You win, baby.”

You squealed gleefully, throwing your hands up in victory as you rambled on about being better than him.

Bucky stayed where he was, watching you in pure delight, amazed at how the littlest things can make you so happy.

After a few moments you settled down, turning your gaze back to him. “Maybe next time,” you said sympathetically, unable to keep the grin off your face.

Shaking his head with a laugh, he leaned over the table and gave you an affectionate kiss. “Maybe next time,” he agreed with a soft smile.

As he left to get you both a drink, you began putting away the game and couldn’t help but laugh as you took his sheet.

“Hey, don’t look at that!” you heard him say as he returned to the room, rushing to set the drinks down and take it from you.

“I barely sunk any ships, Buck,” you concluded, trying to take the sheet back.

“I know,” he agreed with a nod, tossing the paper into the box as he sat back down.

You chuckled and followed suit, sitting down in your previous spot on the floor. “You didn’t need to let me win, James.”

“I know,” he agreed again, continuing to put the game away.

“So then why did you?” you asked curiously, crossing your arms over the table as you studied his face.

He smiled softly, giving you a half shrug. “You get happy when you win,” he said simply, as if it was obvious.

You opened your mouth to reply, though before you could he continued speaking. “And you know, given that I’m in love with you and everything, there isn’t anything I want more than for you to be happy.”

“What?” you breathed out, stunned by his words; it was the first time he ever said them to you.

“What?” he asked, feigning obliviousness.

“What did you just say?” you asked quietly.

“I want you to be happy,” he said, taking a sip from his glass.

“Before that,” you corrected, shaking your head.

“You get happy when you win?” he asked, doing his best to fight off the giggles building in his chest.

“Right in the middle,” you said, your lips twitching with the first signs of a smile.

“Oh,” he said, pretending to only just now realize what you meant. “You mean when I said I was in love with you,” he said casually.

You smiled like a fool as he repeated the words, gazing softly at him. “I’m sorry, I still didn’t catch that. One more time?”

He beamed, reaching over to grab your waist and slide you closer to him. “I-” he began, placing a kiss on your nose. “Love-” he continued, pecking the apple of your cheek. “You,” he finished with one last kiss to your other cheek.

“I love you, too,” you admitted through a fit of giggles, the smiles never leaving either of your faces as he captured your lips with his.

《《March 10th》》

“Bucky,” you whispered into the room, nudging the man sleeping beside you.

“Hm,” he hummed in response, tightening his grip on your waist as he pulled you closer.

“Guess what?" you urged, nudging him lightly once more.

He sighed and rolled onto his back, keeping his hold of you. “What?” he asked gruffly, wiping sleep from his eyes.

“It’s your birthday,” you sing-songed, giggling happily as you pecked his cheek.

He groaned and turned his head towards you. “You woke me up for that?” he asked in annoyance, though the ghost of a smile was on his lips.

“Yes!” you exclaimed. “It’s a special day!”

Bucky simply scoffed, closing his eyes as he shook his head. “I have had many birthdays, doll. It isn’t a special day.”

You playfully slapped his arm, chuckling softly. “Not for you, silly. For me!”

Fully awake now, Bucky sat up. “Okay, I’m lost. Why is my birthday a special day for you… and not me?”

Grinning, you sat up as well. “Because, today is the day that I get to cater to the man who constantly caters to me,” you explained eagerly.

“And he doesn’t get to argue about it!” you quickly added when he opened his mouth to respond.

“Fine,” he sighed. “Then you don’t get to argue about this,” he said before he threw you back down on the bed, kissing every inch of your bare skin that he could find as you squealed in delight.

“Baby, I need to get up,” you told him once your laughter died down a little.

He hummed against your neck, nipping at your skin. “You tellin’ me you’d rather leave than enjoy what I’m about to do to you? You know what? Don’t answer that. I’m the birthday boy, so I choose. You stay”

“Okay, but that means I can’t bake your cake,” you said with a giggle.

His movements stilled and he looked up at you with raised eyebrows. “Cake?” he asked. “Why didn’t you say that sooner?”

Leaping off the bed, he ran to the kitchen and left you to trail after him a moment later. You stood in the doorway, watching in amusement as he scurried about, opening and closing nearly all the cabinets. Yet, he wasn’t taking anything out.

“Buck?” you asked, wondering what he was doing,

He turned to you, an embarrassed smile on his face. “I have no idea how to bake a cake,” he confessed.

You laughed, pushing yourself off the frame and heading over to him.

“Well, let me teach you,” you offered, giving him a chaste kiss before grabbing your recipe cards.

He watched in awe as you fished out the right card to give him before collecting the ingredients you picked up the day before. He listened eagerly, doing what you said with so much concentration you had to continuously kiss away the scrunch between his brows.

Everything went well, and Bucky placed the pan in the oven with a proud smile before taking you in his arms.

“You know, maybe today is a special day for me after all,” he declared, placing a lingering kiss on your forehead.

“Because you learned how to bake a cake?” you asked curiously, chuckling as you rested your head on his chest.

He laughed, the vibrations beneath your head making you smile. “Because I learned how to bake a cake,” he confirmed, kissing the crown of your head.

Though really, it was because today was the day he realized he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you - not that he’d tell you that. Not yet, anyway.

After a few minutes, he pulled away with a small sigh. “Come on, let’s clean up.”

“Oh, I can do it, honey,” you said. “You go clean yourself up, you have icing on your face.”

“I do?” he asked, bringing up a hand to wipe at his face.

“Yeah, right- there,” you said, smearing a blob of icing on his cheek.

“You did not,” he said with a gasp, staring at you in shock.

“Oh, I did,” you gloated, grinning mischievously.

“You’ll regret that,” was the only warning he gave you before retaliating.

Before you knew it, the kitchen was in even more ruin and you were sprawled out on the floor in a fit of laughter.

You turned your head towards Bucky, taking his hand in yours. “Happy birthday, my love,” you said softly, a chuckle still in your voice.

“May I unwrap my present now, please?” he asked, a smirk dancing across his face.

“Only since you asked so nicely,” you teased, letting him gather you in his arms so he could finish what he started in the bedroom.

《《August 6th》》

“Game night?” Bucky asked from where he lay underneath you, gently toying with your hair.

The two of you were lounging lazily on the couch, boredom seeping into your bones.

“Game night,” you agreed, shifting so you could both sit up.

Bucky stood with a groan and made his way towards the door. “Wanna start setting up? I’ll go grab everything from the kitchen.”

“Of course,” you nodded, heading over and grabbing a few boxes from the shelf.

You placed them on the table, tossing the thickest pillows you two had on the floor before plopping down. You grabbed the box of battleship, smiling at the memory of how Bucky told you he loved you for the very first time. Your heart nearly leapt out of your throat as you emptied the contents and a ring twirled across the table.

“Bucky?” you called out, watching as it spun and spun before falling still.

When you realized you haven’t heard anything from him you called out again, standing up. “James-” you began, stopping short when you saw him behind you, down on one knee.

“Out of all the things I have done in my life… loving you, and being loved by you, has been my greatest success,” he started, your heart swelling at the way his voice trembled ever so slightly. “The moment I first saw you was the moment I believed angels were real, because how could you possibly be anything else? I still can’t believe you didn’t laugh in my face when I introduced myself - someone like you, actually giving me the time of day. I must have been the luckiest guy in the universe, and I still am, because you have shown me such happiness that I didn’t even know was possible, and cared for me in a way that I didn’t think anyone would. I have never been so sure of anything like the way I’m sure about us. So here I am, asking you, the love of my life, to be with me forever. So, how ‘bout it, angel? Will you marry me?”

You didn’t answer. You couldn’t answer. You could only stand there, nodding your head as you wiped at the tears streaming down your face before you threw yourself at him, tackling him to the floor in a flurry of cries and kisses.

“Does this mean yes?” Bucky asked nervously, his hands coming up to cup your face.

“It means yes,” you told him. “Definitely yes.”

He let out a breath neither of you knew he was holding and kissed you one more time, pouring all the emotions and feelings he possibly could into it.

“Wait, wait, wait,” he said urgently, scrambling over to the table. “May I?” he asked, holding his hand out to you.

You grinned and giggled uncontrollably as you placed your hand in his, letting him slip the pretty ring onto your finger.

《《January 11th》》

“Today’s the day,” Steve said, walking up behind Bucky and placing a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“Today’s the day,” Bucky repeated solemnly, turning to give his friend a half smile.

Steve dropped his hand, placing himself in front of Bucky and brushing nonexistent fluff off his shoulders. “How are you feeling?”

“I don’t know how the hell to do this, Stevie,” admitted Bucky, his eyes glistening with unshed tears.

Steve nodded understandingly, taking a deep breath. “You remember how much you love her. How when you first saw her, you punched me - thanks for that, by the way - and you said ‘Stevie, you see that dame over there? I’m gonna marry her one day’. And you remember how you made that outrageous proclamation true.”

“That was pretty outrageous, wasn’t it?” replied Bucky, a laugh finally escaping him as he recalled the day.

Steve smiled in relief at the sound. “It really was, Buck. But your crazy ass was right. Like always.”

Bucky remained silent for a moment, the ghost of a smile on his face. “I had no idea someone could be so beautiful. I still can’t believe that someone like her could love me.”

“Me either,” Steve joked, playfully smacking Bucky’s arm.

Bucky looked at him, face stoic, before he let out a laugh. “Fuck you, Steve,” he said, shaking his head. He quickly fell silent again, as if he suddenly remembered where he was and why he was here. “God I miss her, Stevie.”

“I know, Buck. I do, too,” was the only thing Steve knew to say, a sad smile on his face.

Bucky shook his head and squeezed his eyes shut, willing himself not to cry. “I don’t think I’ll ever be as happy as I was when I was with her - and I’m okay with that. I can’t - I mean she was it, you know? And those memories of her, of us… of how she loved me, how she made me feel… it’s what gets me through every day now.”

“They’re good memories,” Steve confirmed sincerely, chuckling softly. “Really was an epic love, huh?”

“Absolute love of my life,” Bucky easily agreed. “All I can hope for is that she’s waiting for me when I can finally meet her again; she always was my angel.”

“She will be,” consoled Steve as he placed a bouquet by the headstone. “She was crazy about you.”

Bucky hummed, sitting down and setting his own flowers against the marble - a bouquet of all your favourites. “I think I’ll stay here a while, Stevie. Tell her about all the things she’s missed. Want to help?”

“Of course, Bucky. I would love to,” Steve said honestly, sitting down beside his friend.

The two of them sat there, sharing stories about the world they live in now, and how much things have changed since the three of you first met. Bucky knew you would love it, and it kills him that he can’t share it with you. That he can’t share the rest of his life with you like he was supposed to.

He sat there with his best friend and the ghost of his best girl, his heart aching and a piece of his soul missing.

He sat there, with the years 1919-1987 staring back at him.

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lawsvalentine · 1 year

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Hey, I had this idea and was hoping you could make a fic out of it: Being Law's SO and hanging out with the crew on deck when you notice "room" deploying and suddenly being "shambles"ed into his bedroom to find a needy Law?? 😏🔥

Cee’s note: Love me some needy Law 😮‍💨. Thank you anon for this idea, hope you enjoy 😉💛

For my lovelies 💓: @3strapstyle , @444katsuki , @pinkcrystal-rose , @nympheclipse ,

I Want You, Now • Law x Fem!reader • (18+)

Cw: smut (groping, fingering, penetration, backshots, light spanking, creampie, slight dom Law, use of word slut and whore, use of word good girl), Needy!Law

*MDNI*

“Your turn, Y/N!”

You were currently sat criss crossed on the floor next to Bepo and Shachi when Penguin called for you to take his place in the center. You, Bepo, Penguin, and Shachi were playing a game of drunk charades and so far you are winning the game, guessing all their imitations . You guys have been hanging out and playing games for a couple hours now, but you didn’t mind. You always enjoyed spending time with the boys.

Meanwhile, Law was currently sat at his desk in his office taking notes. He had been struggling to focus and your missing presence was the cause of it. You usually would be there with him either reading a novel or trying to get his attention. He realized he hadn’t seen you all day and he wouldn’t admit it out loud but he missed you.

He also was really horny which was rare considering you were the one that usually initiated sex, you being much more needier than he was.

He decided to take a break to go look for you. Ge finally found you on deck and watched with a twinge of amusement at your silly impression of a marine. He made his way towards you once your turn was over.

“Nice one, Y/N! Especially when you…oh hi captain!”, Bepo beamed, causing you to turn your head to see your boyfriend standing awkwardly behind you.

Law gave a flat “hey” to the guys before turning his attention to you.

“I need to speak with you Y/N-ya. I have to…uhm…show you something”, he said, hoping you wouldn’t make him elaborate.

“You think it can wait, we’re in the middle of a game?” You said, completely oblivious.

Law was trying to be discreet considering he didn’t want the guys to know he was basically asking for sex. He would never live it down. You told Law you wouldn’t take long and that you would meet him in his office. Law nodded, before walking off relived to be out of that awkward interaction. He attempted to go back to studying but with no luck, causing him to get even more sexually frustrated. He couldn’t wait any longer.

He went back to where you and the boys were and decided to take matters into his own hands. As you were laughing at something Penguin said, a blue hue circled around you and the boys. Suddenly, the two men and polar bear were gone and you were in what you recognized as the bedroom you and Law shared. You blink your eyes a few times, puzzled on why you were suddenly in your room when it clicked in your head it was your boyfriend’s devil fruit power.

“Law, why did you mmph-“

You were cut off by Law’s mouth on yours, lips moving against yours hungrily, his tattooed hands gripping your ass and pulling you harshly closer to him. The kiss was sloppy, his tongue exploring your mouth, craving more of you. You pulled away, breathless from the kiss

His eyes blown with lust stared down at you making you timid under his gaze. It didn’t matter how long you two had been dating or how many times you were intimate, you were always weak in the knees the moment Law gave you that look. All he had to do was look at you with his gorgeous golden eyes and handsome sharp features and you would completely surrender your body to him.

“I want you”, Law said, his deep voice sending a shiver up your spine. He leaned closer to your ear, his breath hitting your skin as he whispered a “now”. You felt your arousal grow as he started to kiss and suck that sweet spot below your ear making you whimper.

Law peered up at you and smirked at the sound you made. His eyes trickled down to the tank top you were wearing. His hands slightly tugged at the hem of your shirt, frowning at the fabric before bringing his gaze back to you.

“Off”

You immediately stripped off your shirt, exposing your bare chest. Law’s eyes oggled at your tits as he brought his tattooed hands to squeeze the flesh.

“You’re so sexy, Y/N-ya”

His slender fingers started to pinch and rub your nipple. You bite down on your lip, suppressing a moan from coming out.

He continued to kneed your breasts loving the way the squishy round flesh felt under his grasp. He suddenly turns you around so your back was against his clothed chest and your ass pressed against his front. You could feel his bulge as he rubbed against your ass.

“You don’t know how much I’ve wanted to fuck you today” Law growled in your ear.

Suddenly the interaction you had with him earlier was starting to make more sense. If you would have known that this was the reason he wanted to see you, you would have ended the game right there and then.

He started peppering your neck with kisses as his hands went from your tits down your stomach, to the hem of your pants. Unbuckling the button, he slowly dragged your pants down your legs. You help strip the clothing off, kicking them to the side, leaving you completely nude. He bent your body over the bed, your face pressed against the mattress, ass in the air, your leaking pussy in full view from behind.

He quickly rid himself of his clothes, freeing his hard cock from its tight contains.

“Maybe I should teach you a lesson for making me wait. You would like that, wouldn’t you my little slut” Law said, with a firm smack on your ass.

You gasped at the harsh impact, making your back arch. Law chuckled at your reaction before bringing his hand down to rub circles on your clit. You moan at the stimulation. He slowly plunged two fingers inside your wet hole, causing you to move your hips against his fingers, craving more.

“Heh..and I thought I was being impatient” Law chuckled. “Look at you, fucking yourself on my fingers like a needy whore”

You mewl, getting more riled up from the stretch of his fingers and the filthy words rolling off his tongue.

“Law, please” You whine, wanting him to stop teasing you and fuck you already.

Law smirks before removing his damp fingers from your slit. He brought his dick up to your folds, rubbing against them, before slipping inside you.

You gasp at his length filling you and stretching your pussy in all the ways you wanted. He started to slowly move his hips, until he was completely bottomed out.

“Mmm babe you’re so tight” he hums, his hands gripping your waist.

He pulled out slightly, before slamming his hips back into you harshly. You grip the sheets, unable to hold back your cries as Law continued to ram his cock inside you at a quick pace. The sounds of your ass slapping against his pelvis as he continued his ruthless strokes filled the bedroom along with small creaks from the bed hitting the wall. You were sure if anybody walked by the door, they could definitely hear what you two were doing. But both of you didn’t care, too lost in the pleasure you both were feeling.

You reached between your legs to rub your clit, to ease the pleasure you were feeling. Law growled and smacked your ass.

“Did I tell you to do that?”

When you didn’t respond, he once again brought another harsh smack against your ass.

“Answer me!” He ordered.

“N-no Law, you didn’t” You managed to get out between whimpers.

“That’s right, be a good girl and behave for me” he said, before grabbing both your wrists with one of his hands, restraining you from behind. The other hand holding your waist as he continued his unrelenting strokes. You roll your eyes back, lips parted as breathless moans spilled from your lips.

Law could feel you clenching harder around his dick and he knew you were getting close. His thrusts got sloppier as he started to chase his high right with you.

“That’s it baby, cum for me” He grunted, his grip on you tightening.

You started seeing stars as your orgasm hit you, causing your legs to shake as you scream Law’s name. Law groaned, thrusting inside you a few times before emptying his load inside you. He rode out his high before pulling out of your dripping cunt.

You both collapsed on the bed, chest raising as you both tried catching your breath. Law caressed your arm, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. You slightly chuckle to yourself, causing Law to raise an eyebrow at you.

“What’s so funny, Y/N-ya”

You look at him with a mischievous smile.

“Maybe I should leave you alone more often, so you can fuck me like that again”

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7-wonders · 1 year

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Just the Two of Us

Anakin Skywalker x Reader

Summary: Anakin finally returns to you, and neither of you can wait for a better time or place to truly reunite.

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: Was feeling the itch to write for Anakin again, so whipped up a short little something for you guys. Hope you enjoy :)

The blue light from your holocomputer is beginning to hurt your eyes from how long you’ve had to stare at it. You’re close to just giving up on this draft, but you know that you can’t. Not when you’re so close to being done with it, and not when there are people whose lives may very well depend on what you’re working on. Such is the life of a senator of the Galactic Republic.

When a knock sounds at your office door, you blink rapidly when you look up, trying to get your eyes to adjust from different styles of lighting.

“Yes?” you call out.

“I have a visitor here for you, says you're expecting him,” the voice on the other side of the door says.

Your heart begins to pound. Is he really back? Could it be him? You won’t know until you say anything. “Come in!”

The door opens, and two people walk into your office. Immediately, you beam.

Anakin Skywalker nods respectfully. “Good afternoon Senator, do you have a moment?”

“Master Skywalker, come in! You’ve caught me between meetings.” You look behind him at your personal assistant, ever loyal and ready to politely show an unwanted guest to the door at your signal.. “Thank you, Ryssa. Go ahead and take lunch; I can make it to my next appointment without a reminder.”

The Chiss woman smiles and nods before stepping out of the room and closing the heavy doors behind her. You press a button on the keypad sitting on your desk, and both you and your guest listen as the lock on the door slides into place.

The moment that it does, your carefully-professional personas melt. In the time it takes for you to stand up at your desk (not very long at all), Anakin has already used his incredibly long strides to cross the room. He sweeps you up into his arms and you squeal, melting into the hug that he gives you.

Finally, after two weeks of being unmoored, you feel like you’re home.

“I missed you,” you mumble into his ear, not willing to release him from your embrace just yet.

“I missed you too, sweetheart.”

Anakin’s the one to pull back first, but only so that he can look at you with that heartbreakingly-sweet gaze of his, the one that makes you melt every time you see it. It’s impossible to resist, and you lean in to kiss him for the first time in two weeks.

“Being apart from you is the worst agony I’ve ever known,” Anakin says against your lips, trying to simultaneously talk and kiss you.

“But we’re together again now,” you reassure him. “There’s no reason for us to worry anymore.”

Unfortunately, there will be reason for you to worry again. Anakin will get orders to a new planet or system, or you’ll get sent back to your home planet for a variety of senatorial events. In this time of war and strife, it’s inevitable that you’ll again be separated from each other. That worry, that knowledge, is what makes you hold onto him tighter. Though this may be temporary, you currently have him in your arms, and you’re not going to let go until you absolutely have to.

Anakin nods before kissing you again. Of course, since it has been two whole weeks since you felt his body against yours, and vice versa, it doesn’t take long for that innocent kiss to devolve into something a little more steamy. Under normal circumstances, you wouldn’t be complaining, especially when he crowds you up against the wall and begins to run his hands up and down your sides. Today, though, there’s one unfortunate matter holding you back.

“I only have ten minutes before my next meeting, Ani,” you explain, trying to get your hands on his chest so that you can push him off of you.

Anakin scoffs. “I can easily get it done for both of us in ten minutes.”

“I have to meet your best friend in ten minutes! We have,” you pause to moan into the junction of where his neck meets his shoulder as he sucks at the skin just behind your ear, “we’re going over our joint proposal to enact sanctions on the Banking Clan.”

“You say this as if Padmé doesn’t know about our relationship and hasn’t covered for us before.”

Padmé Amidala had been the one to introduce you, back when you were a freshman senator and she had been kind enough to take you under her wing. She was so sweet, and would absolutely do anything for you and Anakin, which is why you always felt so bad asking.

Anakin, however, shared none of the qualms that you did. Luckily for both of you, Padmé was a romantic and loved getting to help a relationship flourish, even if in secret.

“That doesn’t mean I enjoy doing it.” Still, you continue kissing him, relishing in how soft his skin is against yours as your hands slide under his robes.

“C’mon baby, just ten minutes. Then you’re off to your meeting, and Padmé’s none the wiser!” Anakin says this as if she wouldn’t be able to smell the sex on you, which she absolutely would. You can already see her little smile, the one that she gets whenever she catches you or Anakin being in love with each other, the one that says she’s so proud of her work.

“You’re such a menace.”

Instead of saying anything, Anakin simply proves your point by ghosting his knuckles over your clothed crotch, and when your knees buckle, he grins wolfishly.

(What? There’s a war going on that often keeps you and your lover apart for prolonged periods of time, and fingers and holocalls can only do so much)

“Am I?” he asks.

You nod. “A very sexy, very irresistible menace.”

His blue eyes light up. “So…are you saying yes?”

You glance at the clock on your desk. Even if Anakin keeps to his promise of ten minutes, you’re still going to be late. But it is tempting, you won’t lie.

“I suppose it wouldn’t be a very big deal if I was just a couple of minutes late to our meeting,” you say with a sigh, the battle having already been lost by now.

Anakin laughs in delight and victory, fingers already working at unbuttoning your trousers. “I thought about you, about this, every night while I was gone.”

It’s very sweet, what he’s saying, but you’re too consumed by lust right now to want to listen. You grab his chin with your fingers and look at him. “Less talking, more kissing.”

He smirks, but does as you’ve asked. “Your wish is my command.”

•••

You stumble into Padmé’s office approximately twenty minutes later. In an attempt to throw her off your trail, you keep your head down and focus on the holopad that you’re holding, but you can feel her perceptive eyes tracking you nonetheless.

“Sorry I’m late, I was making some last-minute changes to the draft.”

“I’d say.” The smile in her voice is obvious, and you look up to see exactly what you knew you’d find were you to give into Anakin’s pleas. Blood rushes to your cheeks immediately, and you shift in your seat at the prickles of nervous sweat along the top of your spine.

“Don’t look at me like that!” you whine.

Padmé holds up her hands, but her smile only grows. “Like what? I’m just…happy to see that you’re happy.”

You shake your head and pull up the aforementioned draft. “Anyways, our bill.”

“Yes! Our bill.”

And so you get down to business, with Anakin on your mind and in your heart the whole time.

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reigningqueenofwords · 12 days

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Paintings

Pairing: Castiel x Winchester!Reader Word count: 1,953

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Sitting in the room that your brothers had set up for you, you tilted your head as you looked over the canvas in front of you. You were surrounded by some finished pieces, pieces you’d started and were waiting for new inspiration for, and then some pieces you hated and just never threw away. You were wearing a pair of old jeans and a tank top, not caring about the amount of paint that currently covered you.

There was a knock on the door before it opened. When you looked over your shoulder, you were met with Dean’s face. “Sis, we kill things for a living, so please tell me why you paint like this?” He motioned around as he stepped it.

“Like what?” You raised an eyebrow at him, looking innocent.

He played Vanna White at your current piece. “Like you just ripped a guy’s heart out and decided to paint with it?!” He said simply. “It’s weird.” He shuddered. “It’s like the murder room in here.” He explained.

You blinked. “Huh.” You shrugged. “I never thought of it that way.” You admitted. “Maybe it’s my way of working through things we see? You drink and jack off to Busty Asian Beauties. Sam nerds out. I paint.” That was your best theory. “And spend time with Cas when he can.” You pouted. He’d been somewhat busy lately, leaving you little time with your boyfriend.

“Hopefully he can take you out soon. Get you away from this.” He motioned to your work again. “Can’t you paint something with life?” He asked.

“I could try, but it probably wouldn’t be any good.” You told him.

He rolled his eyes. “You’ve got talent, so stop trying to pretend you don’t. Anyways, dinner is done.” He moved towards the door. “Can you take a break from blood and guts to eat with your older brothers?” He teased you.

“Give me five minutes to put the covers on my pallets and clean my brushes.” You smiled. “And get me a beer?” You asked him, going to work on cleaning up. “And not one of those alcohol free ones you’re hell bent on me drinking.”

“You’re my baby sister, so sue me.”

Stopping what you were doing, you stared at him. “Dean. I turned thirty two months ago .” You laughed. “I’m not a baby!”

“Shuddup.” He muttered before leaving you alone.

“Wash your hands.” Sam told you as he set things out on the table. “I know your hands are covered in paint.”

You chuckled. “Jokes on you. My hands are clean, Sammy.” You showed him when he looked up at you. “Had to clean my brushes.” You explained. “Need any help?” You offered.

He smiled. “Nope. We’re good.” He sat down as Dean brought over three beers. “I actually cooked dinner. No takeout tonight.” He said proudly.

“Oh, impressive. And I was so getting used to the bad Chinese and Taco Bell.” You teased, getting yourself comfortable. “And thank you for the real beer.” You told Dean, lifting it to your lips.

Cas appeared a moment later. “Oh, you’ve already begun dinner.” He sighed. “I was hoping to take Y/N for a date.” He explained. “Perhaps another night.” He noted, sitting down.

Dean nudged you. “Go on.” He told you. “Or he’s going to pout like a puppy who lost his bone.” He teased his best friend. It had been weird as hell when you first started dating him, but over time...he was okay with it. “Besides, that ‘another night’ might not happen for weeks for all we know.” He pointed out.

“You sure?” You looked between the boys. “You cooked.” You reminded Sam.

He smiled, nodding. “I can easily put the leftovers in the freezer.” He assured you. “Go.”

You got up, moving to hug each of your brothers. “You’re the best. Love you. I promise I’ll work on that ‘life’ painting tomorrow, Dean!” You kissed his cheek, making him chuckle and shake his head. You got to Cas and held out your hand. “All yours!”

Cas’s face lit up as he stood. “I am looking forward to our date. I’ve missed you.” He said sweetly before he kissed you.

Dean made a face. “Dude.” He said jokingly.

“Going!” You laughed, tugging Cas out of the room. “Let me change and then we can go. Did you have someplace in mind?” You asked as you neared your room. “So I know how to dress.”

“You are fine in what you are wearing.” He chuckled. “Although, I would suggest shoes.” He pointed out. “I find I enjoy when you are covered in paint. Means you had a good day in your ‘studio’, which I know makes you happy.” His blue eyes traveled over your body as he spoke.

You blushed and looked at him. “Can I show you my latest work?” You asked shyly, wanting to see if he thought the same thing as Dean.

He beamed. “Of course.” He nodded, letting you tug him in the direction of your little studio. “I always enjoy seeing it.” He had simply watched you work for hours on end before, observing you. It was beautiful.

Opening the door, you let him in and shut it behind him. “Dean doesn’t get my work.” You told him. “Says it looks like I took a guy’s heart and painted with it or something.” You traced your fingers gently over the outside of your new canvas. “Asked me to paint something with ‘life’.” You sighed.

“What is more full of life than blood?” Cas asked. When you looked at him, eyebrow raised, he smiled at you. “Blood truly is life.” He pointed out. “Without it, humans would die, animals would parish.”

You nodded at that. “That is a very good point.” You agreed. “Dean calls it the murder room.” You shrugged. “I dunno, just wanted your opinion. I never noticed it until he said that. I like my work. It speaks to me. Except for those.” You pointed to the corner. “Those are my disowned works.”

He chuckled lightly. “Why do you keep them?” He asked, curious.

“Inspiration to do better?” You guessed, chewing on your lip as you looked around. Slowly, you smiled at him. “I have an idea…” You moved to him, wrapping your arms around his neck. “And I need the help of a certain angel.” You flirted.

His arms wrapped around you, pulling you close. “And how may I help you?” He asked, voice low.

Pecking his lips, you grinned. “Strip.” You patted his chest.

“Strip? As in, remove my clothing?” He asked, wanting to clarify things.You nodded as you slowly pulled away, taking off your tank top.

Both of you stripped, eyes never leaving each other as you did so. “Now, pick some paint.” You pointed to where there was a bunch of new bottles. “No more than say six. Don’t want it to get muddy.” You moved things out of the way as he looked over his options, wanting them to be perfect. Once there was enough room, you set up as many canvases as you could fit in the area.

“Are these okay?” He asked, turning with two bottles in each hand- teal, dark blue, emerald green, and a color that reminded you of his eyes.

“Perfect.” You nodded, excited. “Give me two.” You reached out, getting dark blue and emerald green. “Now shoot streaks all over the place. On these canvases.” You told him.

“And this will create ‘life art’?” He asked as he opened his two bottles.

You did the same. “It’s the start.” You explained. “Move around to get some all over.” You told him, not staying put. Once you felt there was enough, you stopped. “That’s good. Can you put these over there?” You handed him your bottles and motioned to the ones that were opened.

Castiel nodded, taking them. “Of course.” He agreed. “Now...what?” He was curious as you walked across the canvases towards him.

“Now, you’re going to lay me down on these and we’re going to enjoy each other.” You ran your hand over his chest. “We’re going to make a painting with our bodies.” Kissing him softly, you smiled.

His hands gripped your hips. “I will not object to that.” He told you, kissing you lovingly as the pair of you moved to lay down.

Dean was walking by your room when he heard you laughing and paused. He furrowed his brows, moving towards it. “Sis?” He called out before opening the door. “Oh, come on .” He instantly left.

Walking into the kitchen, your hair was wet and you were wearing your bathrobe. Cas wasn’t that far behind, a smile on his face. He was dressed in his own clothes, but his hair was also wet. “Please erase that image from my mind.” Dean down the last of his beer.

“Hey, you asked me to create a life painting.” You smirked.

“I didn’t say ‘make babies in paint’!” He countered, rubbing his eyes with the heels of his hands. “I want to forget that sight.” He groaned.

Cas furrowed his brows. “We were not ‘making babies’.” He told Dean. “I have no wish to lose her to childbirth.”

You giggled as Dean put his head on the table. “I think you’re breaking him.” You told your boyfriend. “Let’s just get my ice cream and go watch a movie.” You said as you got a bowl. “I’m sure it’ll pass, Dean.” You told your older brother. “You’ll be okay.”

He shook his head, not moving it from the table. “I regret telling you to make ‘life paintings’. Please, stick to your murder work.” He turned his head to look at you.

“I might. Depends on if these sell.” You shrugged.

That made him sit up. “Sell?” He asked, curiosity piqued. “What are you talking about? You’ve never mentioned selling your work before.”

You nodded, finishing getting your ice cream and putting it away. “It was Cas’s idea. Said that my talent should be shared, and it might be a good way for us to make some spare cash.” You turned to lean against the counter, bowl in hand. “So, I’m going to ask Sam to help me figure out how to sell some stuff online.” You explained.

Dean smiled at that. “See, told you that you have talent.” He said proudly. “You got a ton of work in there you can sell.”

“Except I requested she keep one of our pieces.” Cas noted.

“Please never mention your ‘pieces’ again.” Dean said over his shoulder. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to find something to take my mind off...that.” He moved to the fridge to grab another beer before leaving the two of them alone.

Running through the bunker when you heard Dean get home from a supply run. “Dean!” You were nearly jumping with excitement. “Guess what?!” You squealed.

“What?” He laughed, loving seeing you like this.

“Everything. Sold.” You told him. “In just the time that you were gone.” You gushed. “Cas and Sam and helping me get everything wrapped up. The buyer is in the city.” You explained. “All. One. Buyer.”

His eyebrows went up. “One?!” He grinned. “That’s amazing. You sure it’s legit?” He didn’t want you getting screwed over.

You nodded. “He’s sent half the money already.” You told him. “We meet him about dinner time. And, then after, I’d like to take my big brothers out to celebrate.”

“What about Cas?” He asked.

“We’re going away for a few days, leaving Friday.” You told him happily. “Going to Greece. Saving on airfare, thankfully.”

Dean hugged you, happy for you. “You’ll be in a museum one day.” He beamed.

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48; PINKY PROMISE

“i’m sorry,” you said after clearing your throat, playing with your fingers as you looked at your friends one by one. “i’m so sorry for just dipping and not telling you why i needed to be alone”

aran sat right next to you, looking at you expectantly with his leg bouncing slightly. you could tell he was trying to conceal his nervousness. the same look was found on kita’s face, who was sitting next to your best friend.

the twins were over by the small desk, with atsumu sitting on the slightly uncomfortable looking chair and osamu on top of the wooden surface. they had a slight, albeit a little pained looking smile on their lips. and next to them, leaning on the wall, was suna. he had his hands shoved in his pockets, looking at you almost apathetically. at least that’s what you would think, if you hadn’t noticed him looking down multiple times, digging his teeth into his lower lip.

you cleared your throat, looking at your fingers for a second as you took a deep breath.

so far so good.

“i know it wasn’t fair to any of you and that i made you worry. and i’m mad at myself for needing somebody else to come to the realization that i need to be open and honest with you all, because you deserve that” you felt the corners of your lips rise up. you looked back at them, one by one. “i hope you can forgive me. and if you want to listen, i’ll explain”

for a short moment, they were exchanging some looks before aran spoke up, leaning forward slightly. “we’re listening” he gave you an encouraging smile.

you thanked him mumbling before taking a few short seconds to ground yourself. they were here, you reminded yourself, so everything would be fine, right? “so, uh, as you can tell, i got transferred to the palliative ward here,” you started, unenthusiastically pointing around the room you were currently in. “you remember how i got new meds because the old ones weren’t working anymore, right?”

all of them nodded, remembering the conversation you had with them the day your doctor brought up the palliative ward in the first place.

it hasn’t even been so long ago and yet it felt like it had been ages.

you swallowed thickly, balling your hands into fists, digging your nails into your palms. “well, turns out those new ones aren’t working either. doctors are trying a bunch of stuff, but nothing really works. so they put me here, both to monitor me and to make sure i can still live comfortably, i guess” you looked around the room as you scoffed, not wanted to face any of your friends in the moment. “don’t know what’s so comfortable about this but yeah”

a tense silence spread over you, no one daring to break it. you could only hear your own heartbeat in your ears, so loud that you were afraid that the others could hear it.

you pressed your lips together, lowering your head down in shame. “i didn’t really know how to break this to you guys,” you continued in a quiet, almost timid, voice. “palliative ward sounds so…”

“final?” it was suna who chimed in. you hadn’t noticed him moving away from the wall and closer to you. by now he was right next to the bed, pulling a lonely chair to your bedside and sitting down on it.

“yeah,” you whispered, pressing your lips together. yet before you could help it, you spoke again, the words quickly passing over your lips before you could even attempt to stop them. “i just couldn’t tell you. everything is happening so fast and i don’t think i even realized what’s going on. it feels like everything is getting worse by the minute and you’ve done so much for me for so long and i just can’t give it back anymore” tears slowly started to build up in your eyes, making you blink rapidly, desperately trying to get rid of them. “i’m just going to drag you down”

aran leaned forward, reaching his hand out for you. “hey, look at me”

“i’m sorry” you wailed, tears now falling down your cheeks. you could barely breathe, feeling like you had to make room for air by apologizing for every wrong thing you did. you felt terrible for treating them like this, for simply dipping without a single word, and yet here they were, still wanting to hear you and stay with you.

when did you become such a terrible friend?

“i’m sorry for disappearing, i’m sorry for not being honest with you, i’m sorry for not getting better,” you continued, pulling your legs closer to you. your breathing became faster by the minute, your body practically screaming for air that you felt like you couldn’t supply. not now. you had to tell them everything, you had to apologize. “i want to, i swear, i want to get better, i’m trying”

you didn’t notice how a warm, familiar hand wrapped itself around yours, slightly shaking it, trying to get your attention. “i know i pushed you away and i’m sorry, but please don’t leave me” by now your voice wasn’t more than a hushed whisper, your throat horse. “i’m so scared, i don’t want to be alone”

and even though you felt so terrible, like a horrible friend and an awful person, you couldn’t help but feel relief. they were still right here with you, listening to you. being there for you.

and yet you felt shame. they were so good to you and that’s how you were repaying them?

“hey, hey, it’s alright,” a familiar voice fought it’s way through to you, paired with another hand grabbing one of yours and putting it on a chest. you could feel it rose and fall under your palms.“take a deep breath with me, yeah?”

“in” the chest rose and so did yours as you followed the command. “and out” and again you did just as you were told, mimicking the breathing of your friend next to you.

after a couple of more deep breaths, your vision became clearer, as did your thoughts. you realized that it was aran who helped you calm down.

you had to be helped. again. you really couldn’t do anything by yourself, could you?

you pulled your hands back to yourself.

“you okay?” your best friend asked.

slowly, you nodded. “thank you” you bit your lip before adding “and, uh, i’m sorry”

he smiled at you warmly, like he had dont countless of times in your life already. “it’s alright”

after some more painfully long seconds of silence, you looked up to see the twins moving towards you too, before sitting down on the end of your bed, the mattress giving in to their weight.

“listen, we’re alright. okay?” it was kita who spoke up now, his tone not leaving any room for doubt. almost shyly, like you were a child waiting to be scolded, you looked at him, not daring to say anything. “obviously we didn’t like not getting a single word, but we understand that you needed time”

they didn’t even leave you enough time to reply, as atsumu immediately started speaking next. “but you need to know that we want to be there for you,” he said, “we’re your friends”

“you don’t have to tell us everything. but you can rely on us, you know?” his twin added immediately, almost like the two them them had rehearsed it countless times to ensure a smooth transition.

your throat became dry as you opened and closed your mouth multiple times, trying to say something, and yet no word leaving your lips.

“we know it’s hard. in fact, we know it’s harder than we can imagine,” suna continued, leaning forward and putting his weight on his elbows, which sat on his thighs. “but it’s safe to assume that it might suck a little less when you allow your friends to be there”

“we know we can’t make everything magically better” you turned your head to see that aran had a sad look in his eyes, with still a genuine smile on his face.

he knew. he always tried to better your situation, ever since you were too little and too stupid to even understand it. “but we don’t want to leave you alone with this. and i think being lonely would make it worse, wouldn’t it?”

“it would,” you affirmed quietly.

he extended his pinky finger towards you, a reminder of how the two of you used to always make pinky promises to each other for the big, important things.

he promised to always study with you so you could get into the same schools, and preferably even classes.

you promised to go to every game of his.

he promised to always listen to you.

you promised to be his support when he felt like he had nobody to turn to.

both of you promised to not lie to each other.

“no more stupid secrets that hurt us?” aran raised his eyebrows slightly at you.

“no more stupid secrets that hurt us,” you affirmed, interlocking your pinkies.

evanescent

/ɛvəˈnɛs(ə)nt,iːvəˈnɛs(ə)nt/ — “soon passing out of sight, memory, or existence; quickly fading or disappearing.”

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Comes in Waves - First Meetings

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Fandom: Hazbin Hotel Rating: Teen and Up Audience Relationship: Alastor/Vox Additional Tags: Cursing, Angst, Fluff and Angst, I'll try and write a good mix of both happy and sad, They're both idiots when it comes to love.

No one properly ‘greeted’ you in Hell.

Which made sense. This place was filled with mortals turned demons who were the worst that Earth had to offer. They only cared about themselves when they were alive and were now trapped in a place that made it clear that weakness got you killed. Still, maybe some humanity could have been saved. In at least one person.

Too bad for him, he found a group of sinners who didn’t care that he was new.

“You drew a bad lot of luck,” the ring leader laughed out, “Not only a sinner, but a sinner with a TV for a head? God must’ve really hated you.”

His attempt to argue, to put up a fight, was quickly diminished when a strike hit the side of his new head. The large, cumbersome head already makes it hard to balance. But the unforeseen blow made him collapse onto the ground. Both from losing his stability and from the pain he was in. His vision filled with static as he attempted to face his attackers once more.

He leaned against the wall as he was closed in on. Unable to get back up between the new pain and the cold sickness seeping into him.

Was he going to die, again? So soon after arriving to this place? Wasn’t that a little unfair?

Well…it was Hell.

Before the leader’s hit could land, all froze in disbelief as a black…tentacle (What?) suddenly burst through his chest. Yellow eyes widening in shock before any form of life is drained from them. Said tentacle apparently wasn’t done as it lifted the unmoving form up and threw it.

He watched with some small satisfaction as the body arched high into the air before landing on the ground with a satisfying ‘splat’.

Said tentacle retreated back to the new addition, who was standing at the entrance of the alleyway. He was unable to make out any details, just that their eyes were red dials. And that they were clearly upset.

“Oh fuck,” another sinner spat out fearfully, “Oh fuck!”

“I’m a little hurt by this.” The new arrival spoke slowly, calmly, with a strange radio filter being applied to it. As they stepped into the alleyway, those remaining pressed themselves against the wall he was currently leaning on. Trying to put as much distance between them and the new arrival.

Some even tried to climb the wall. He could hear furious scratches as claws dug into the stone wall.

“I’ve been practically begging to have another brawl with you lot. Giving you enough dates and times for us to all play again. Yet you decide to pick on a newly arrived sinner? I know we’re in Hell, b̳̿͟͞u̳̿͟͞t̳̿͟͞ t̳̿͟͞h̳̿͟͞a̳̿͟͞t̳̿͟͞’s̳̿͟͞ a̳̿͟͞ l̳̿͟͞o̳̿͟͞w̳̿͟͞ b̳̿͟͞l̳̿͟͞o̳̿͟͞w̳̿͟͞.”

He feels that he should be terrified. Terrified by the fact that he’d just seen someone easily kabobbed and tossed aside like nothing. Terrified that those around him who were mere seconds ago beating him up were now begging for their lives, to be let go. Terrified as the form stalking closer began to grow. Began to stretch and tower over them, with wide antlers on their head and mouth glowing an unnatural green, showing off a wide smile of sharp, yellow teeth.

Yet he felt…amazed, in awe, and the figure before him. Because, somehow, he knew he wasn’t in danger. And that he could take this moment in for what it was, to enjoy it.

In a blink of an eye, the rest of the gang that had harmed him were torn to shreds. The building walls painted with blood spatters and limbs littered the ground. Still, his attention remind on the sinner who’d saved him.

Their form had shrunk back down, allowing him to get a better look at the other’s appearance. Dressed in red and black, a tattered but still styled overcoat, carrying a staff with a microphone atop of it, a monocle placed before one of the deep red eyes, hair turning into deer like ears with small antlers resting between them.

His savior was a little easy on the eyes.

He couldn’t help but flinch as a hand was brought out for him to take. Eyes flickering between said hand and the rest of the demon attached to it.

“Come now, I don’t bite. Well, I do, but not on first encounters.” The other demon said, their smile never dropping.

He took it cautiously and was helped back up. Wavering slightly as he tried to get back onto his feet.

“Whoa there! A little unstable are we? Hmm, but not just from being new… That’s a rather grizzly dent right there.”

“H-H-Hit m-me.” Was the helpful reply.

“Ah, so you can talk! Good to know! The wound’s not too deep, you should heal up in no time. Let’s get out of this area, shall we? I’ve had my fun and I’m growing a little bored. Come along.”

He really didn’t have that much of a choice seeing as he needed to be guided out of that area, his vision still a little blurred. So he followed, being led around the numerous body parts. Attention going as best it could to the unmoving form of the previous leader.

“Would you believe that he had the audacity to try and challenge me?” the other said, “Me? Of all people. Well, I’m nothing if not gentlemanly, a good sport if you will. Gave him plenty of opportunity, but he never took the bite. And then I find him beating you down? The nerve.”

“U-Um, y-y-yeah…” What was happening?

The sinner frowned softly, “That…voice is getting rather annoying. Can you fix that?”

“I-I mean, I-I’m no-ot s-sur-re?”

“Hmm, must be from that hit… How annoying. I’d best be off. I would advise to not find yourself stuck in that situation again. Remember, only the strong survive here!” The sinner laughed as if he’d just told a joke, already walking away from him.

Desperately, he called out, “W-Wai-it!”

The sinner paused in their steps and faced him once more, “Yes?”

“...W-What’s y-you-ur name?”

“How rude of me! I murder in front of you yet don’t even share my name,” providing a low bow, they answered with, “You may call me Alaster, the Radio Demon. And it would be in your best interest to remember it.”

“A-Ala-astor…”

“And what of you?”

“M-Me?”

“What’s your name?”

He…couldn’t remember. He had a name, when he was on Earth, he was sure of it. But arriving in Hell, the mix of emotions and information beating him down, he seemed to have…forgotten. He provided a small shrug to the other.

While the smile didn’t disappear, it did drop as Alastor’s eyes furrowed. “You don’t remember? Not even the name you had when you were alive?”

He shakes his head.

“Well, that certainly won’t do… Maybe base it around the visual box that you now have for a head? That would be interesting?”

“V-Visual b-b-box? Yo-ou mean the T-TV?”

“TV?”

“T-T-Telev-vision.”

“Hmmm, oh yes, the noisy picture box people have been ranting and raving about recently. Personally, I find them a bit annoying. Why leave it up to a machine to tell you what you should be seeing when you can picture it in your mind? Ah, but that’s for me to fester over. Coming back to you… I would like to help you before I depart. I hate leaving unfinished business.”

He frowned softly. What had Alastor called it at first? A visual box? He supposed that wasn’t too far off from what it is. Even had a nice ring to it. If he maybe…combined them?

“V-Vox.”

“What was that good sir?” Alastor leaned forward on his staff, ears perking up.

He felt a little heated with on intently he was being stared at and stated again, “Vox.”

“Vox? Vox… Hmmm, I’ve heard worse. But, if you like it, who am I to argue?” With a twirl of the cane, Alastor turned his back to the new named Vox once more. “I hate to name and dash but I do have other priorities to attend to. Murder to take part in and what not. I would recommend finding your way to Cannibal Town. You can’t miss it, just take a right on the first street and you’ll be within spitting distance. Tell them that Alastor sent you and that you need to see Rosie, she’ll fix you right up. But tell them quickly so you don’t get too many bites.”

“And remember what I said, only the strong survive!”

With that, Alastor took off. Not looking back to see if Vox had moved, collapsed, or was even being attacked again. The other sinner had disappeared before Vox started to move. His mind swam as he focused on remaining upright and keeping hold of Alastor’s words.

Only the strong survive.

He took that to heart.

Vox learned quickly what it meant to be down in Hell. What highs and lows it offered. Finding his first leg up was in realizing that, while this form was cumbersome, it was invaluable. Because he knew and understood things far clearer than ever before.

Electronics were simple, they bent to his whim with just the flick of his wrist. He could just think of something and it would suddenly be in his hands. He could defend himself not only with the weapons he created but with the electricity that surged through him. He was stronger, far stronger than he thought he could be. And that was just the first few years of being in Hell.

As time went on, Vox grew in strength and territory. He brought Hell into the next wave of technological advancements. He built a name for himself by providing services that no one had been able to offer before. There was even the surprise that he could make contracts, own people’s souls and lives to have them work for him, and that added to his ever growing power. He became an Overlord.

All the while, as his empire grew, so did his interest in Alastor. The Radio Demon. The sinner who appeared out of nowhere one day. Who seemed to, overnight, climb the ranks to an Overlord while others disappeared. Far faster than anyone before him and currently anyone after. One who held few contracts and worked in the shadows. Everyone seemed to know better than to cross his path, lest they wanted an early death.

For how terrifying everyone made Alastor to be, Vox…felt differently.

At first, it was fascination. Why was it that he was spared a death when it seemed that Alastor had no issues with killing off lesser beings? Surely with how he’s been discussed, the Radio Demon’s interest should be in killing, maiming. Not saving new arrivals that are less than the blood stains on his shoes. So why spare Vox? Was Alastor maybe not as heartless as others said?

Fascination turned to adoration. A small spark of something would hit Vox’s heart whenever he heard the other demon’s name. He, rather shamefully, kept record of every movement that could be saved. Articles about the Radio Demon’s actions and kills, what new territories he’d toppled or even just small points such as where he was most frequently seen when not killing. He listened every Thursday, 7pm sharp, to listen to Alastor’s radio show. Even going so far as to buy an old fashioned radio to listen in properly.

It wasn’t love…but it was the closest that Vox could land on for what this feeling was.

They’d never crossed paths after that first meeting. Vox was pretty sure that Alaster had no clue who he was. That he’d just become another face in the sea of sinners that the Radio Demon had no interest in. But there was a small part that Vox clings onto that, maybe, he had made an impact in some way?

He just can’t help but focus on the fact that he’d been spared. That had to have meant something…right?

Right?

Vox came across Alastor’s path once more, years later.

It was on the more quiet side of Hell. Mainly an area that had been practically demolished due to turf wars and no one had bothered to clean it up. Vox was there to survey. He needed a new tower constructed and the city was limited on space as is. The area wasn’t too bad. Messy, sure, but he’d honestly dealt with worse.

He’d been so focused on visualizing the setup that he was unaware of footsteps drawing closer. Only pulled from his thoughts when a familiar voice called out.

“Rather depressing place to find one as bright as you.”

Vox did everything he could to not jump. He didn’t want to offer the satisfaction that he’d not noticed the other. But he didn’t hide the smile as he faced Alastor, said demon walking until he was right next to the Media Overlord.

“I don’t make it a habit,” Vox replied smoothly, “Just doing some surveying. Don’t tell me you’re thinking of claiming this place?”

Alastor laughed, a familiar track mimicking his sounds. “Oh heavens, no! This place is just quiet. A nice area to collect my thoughts, nothing more. I’m to assume, though, that it won’t be quiet for too long. If you’re here, that means you’re looking to expand.”

“Hey, everyone in Hell should have a convenient way to purchase my products,” Vox said with a smirk, “I’d rather they spend money on me instead on bus fare.”

“Ha, how charming how your mind works.” Alastor finally looked away from the piles of rubble to Vox, who felt his insides burn from the words and attention. “You’re looking much better than the last time we crossed paths. Although your head is different…slimmer? Goodness, I didn’t think you could alter your appearance that severely.”

“Neither did I. But trial and error is a great thing.”

“So it is…”

“...Wait, so you remember me.” Vox added weakly as if just realizing what Alastor had said.

“Of course I do! Not a name one could easily forget. As well as you’re the only demon I semi-know that has a mechanical box for a head. You are unique Vox.”

“I- thank you.”

“Think nothing of it.”

They fell silent, staring out across the destroyed plain, the noises of the city providing some distraction as they stood there.

Vox, gathering his nerves, broke the silence. “I’ve been actually hoping to see you again. Since I don’t really see you at the Overlord meetings.”

“Hmmm, I should be going to those, shouldn’t I? Nevermind, what is it that you want to discuss?”

Heart beating furiously, Vox shifted to stand in more of Alastor’s vision. The Radio Demon raising a brow.

“Given the fact that we own and oversee two major forms of entertainment, video and radio, I thought it would be best to…to partner up.”

The brow raised further. “Partner…up?”

“Yes, now, look, I know Overlords don’t really team up or anything like that. Nothing permanent anyway. But I think for us, it makes sense! You have the know how with all of Hell and people already know your name far and wide. I would help command the other side. So many sinners watch TV now, it’s insane! I’m more than capable of doing some heavy lifting. We would…just compliment each other, you know? We’d be an awesome powerhouse!”

“Hmmm…”

“Yeah! So…what do you say?” Vox held out a hand, beaming at Alastor, “Partners?”

As time ticked on, Vox’s optimism faltered. His hand eventually lowers as he waits for Alastor to say something. Anything. Even if it was just to tell him no and move on. But the tight smile that was affixed to his face seemed strained, painful, unwanted.

Eventually, Alastor reached out with his staff to fully push Vox’s hand down to his side.

“...No?” Vox weakly voiced.

“I’m sure in your mind, it makes sense,” Alastor finally voiced, “Nothing you said was wrong. But…this is not something that would benefit either of us.”

“I- that’s not true.” Vox frowned.

“Really? What would I gain from this?”

“I mean…power- more power.”

“I’m quite content with where I am now. I have enough power to keep any enemies at bay and if I wanted to rise in the ranks, I easily could. There’s nothing you can offer that I would need.”

Vox felt a stab to his heart. “I…you must want something?”

“No, there isn’t. And furthermore, what would you get out of this deal? You’ve already made a name. You have a business that’s thriving and money pouring in to where I don’t see your account drying up any time soon. I can’t give you anything that you wouldn't be able to find on your own. So, I will ask, what would you get out of this?”

You.

“I…I don’t know.” Vox swallowed weakly, trying to push the pain down.

“I understand the appeal. But this is not something that would work. For either of us. Maybe another Overlord would be better for you, to suit your needs. But that Overlord isn’t me and it will never be me. I…would let this go, Vox. For your own good.”

“You’re…not even going to consider it? Just a little bit?” Vox asked weakly, stepping forward. Only to freeze as Alastor stepped away.

“I have, and I’ve reached my conclusion, which is no. You’re doing well for yourself Vox. Don’t let this dissuade you.”

Voice caught in his throat, Vox could only watch as Alastor gave him a short nod, turn, and started making his way back to the city. The Radio Demon was only a few feet away when Vox called out one final word.

“Why!”

Alastor paused at that, turning back to face Vox. The Media Overlord hit with a nostalgia note from that one movement. “I’ve explained to you-”

“Why did you save me?” Vox called back, “I was…nothing and you saved me, spared me, told me where I could get help. Why…would you do that? Why me?”

Alastor shrugged, “Why not you?”

“Why not now then?”

“...Because you don’t need me now.”

Vox was unsure how long he remained in that desolate area, but night had fallen when he finally started to walk back to his main tower. Sadness, the bitter taste, was slowly replaced with anger, sour and curdling in his stomach. He didn’t care how the lights popped out as he passed them. Lesser demons made a clear path for him as he made his way.

He only let out a cry of absolute anger when he was safely locked away in his own office. The walls and floor left with electrical burns from the aftermath.

“Fine…” Vox muttered as the office lights slowly came back on, “Fine, you want to play it that way? So be it. I’ll…I’ll show you that you need me.”

Smirking, he made his way to the large computer. Clawing at his desk as he waited for it to power on.

“I’ll become a stronger Overlord. I’ll make you regret that you said no to me…”

#radiostatic #radiostatic week #alastor x vox #hazbin hotel #alastor hazbin hotel #alastor the radio demon #hazbin vox #hazbin hotel vox #s-creations #fanfiction #yes i've fallen into a new fandom #i'm so sorry

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blackbat05 · 1 year

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Dad Rick Flag x Reader

Plot: Rick comes back from another assignment at work and makes a big decision.

Genre: Fluff, PG-13

A/N: This can be read as a standalone or a continuation from <Exploring>! Actually, if you visit my Rick Flag masterlist, if you're looking for Dad Rick Flag, I'll recommend reading <Fresh Start> first and go in order until <Exploring>! Feel free to ask me any questions and reblogs are always appreciated!

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Blinking the sleep away from his eyes, Rick reaches out for the familiar body warmth only to be met with an empty bed.

He turns to check the time. 11.40am. Looks like he slept longer than usual. Entering the private contract business wasn’t easy. The week was filled with endless schedules that seemed to never end.

Rick hears a clang from the kitchen and decides that it was time to get out of the comfort of the sheets. Walking down the hallway, he could hear your whisper followed by an outbreak of giggles from his lovely daughter.

He peeks into the living room to see his two boys, Daniel and Robin Flag playing with their figurines. The former teaching his younger brother how to make them stand. Rick smiles and couldn’t be prouder of Daniel. It felt as if like it Daniel was just a baby just yesterday.

Rick continues further towards the kitchen undetected, heart growing at the beautiful sight of his two favorite girls cooking up a storm in the kitchen.

“We don’t want to wake Papa up yet do we?” Rick sees you carefully plating the eggs onto the plate of toast and bacon.

Freya Flag, the oldest of the three shakes her head. She grabs a cup, pouring orange juice into it. “We’re going to surprise Papa!”

“Consider me surprised pumpkin.”

Freya turns around to see Rick standing at the entrance of the kitchen, arms extended. “How about a hug?”

“Papa!” She squeals, attracting the attention of her siblings from the living room. A patter of footsteps could be heard, before all three bodies converge onto Rick.

“Papa! Papa! We missed you!” Freya clings onto Rick like a koala, not wanting to let go anytime soon. “Mama said you were supposed to be back on Tuesday but you didn’t back and I was sad.” Her pout made Rick’s heart melt. Bringing his daughter close, he attacks her with kisses.

“I know, the flight was late so I came back late.” Rick apologizes. His current job was anytime better than being the leader of the suicide squad but if he had a choice, he wouldn’t want to leave his family forever. “I’m sorry pumpkin.”

The children seem to accept his apology as they drag him to the living room. You follow behind with the tray of food that you and Freya had meant to surprise him with.

“Papa! Did you know, Miss Wilson gave me this pencil case as a present because I got the highest marks in spelling?” Freya whips out her prized possession, showing it to Rick who was impressed.

“Did you now? I didn’t know my little girl was a genius!”

Freya beams, satisfied at the compliment. Daniel then lays out his newest figurine collection gifted to him by your parents, telling him about each figurine in detail while your youngest climbs all over Rick.

“All right lightning McQueens,” you chuckle. “How about we let Papa eat first before we continue?”

You settle with Rick at the dining table, watching over your children play with the figurines and toys that were scattered on the sofa.

“Why aren’t you eating?” You see Rick looking at you, plate yet to be touched.

He smiles at you, unable to form words at that moment. But there weren't any words that need to be exchanged between the two of you.

"Maybe I should quit."

"Quit? Did something happen?" After Robin's birth, Rick had bought up the conversation with you, that he was prepared to go back and do what he did best. Minus the superhuman threats he had to face on a frequent basis. You were concerned, but who were you to stop him?

Rick takes a deep breath, looking at his children playing noisily in the living room. Sure, he was used to being away for long periods of time. But this time he wasn't alone. He finally had a family to come back to.

"I just don't want to miss our little ones growing up. I want to be there for them, no matter how big or small. I want to be there for you."

You lean forward, taking his hands into yours. "And you are. You are always there for us. You have no idea how proud the kids are of you. Should have seen Freya telling her friends and teachers all about her daddy. But if you must, whatever decision you make, you have our support."

At this moment, Daniel runs to the table with a ball in his hand. "Daddy! Come and play catch with us!" He takes Rick by the arm, dragging him towards the garden where his older sister and younger brother await excitedly to finally play with their dad.

Rick turns back and you make a shooing movement. "Go! You have been summoned, Mister."

These moments remind Rick that he was so blessed. His children, were so full of life, always giving him the energy that he needed. And you...

You were his rock all these years. When he first met you while volunteering at the children's center, stumbling back after months - away from the clutches of Amanda Waller and created a family that he always wanted.

Focusing his attention back on the kids, Rick puts on the glove.

"Alright, let's play!"

As the kids scramble to their position, he sees you washing the dishes in the kitchen and catches your eye. You can't hear him, but he's sure you know what he's saying exactly.

"I love you so much."

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🦢 ─────── *ೃ ‍୨ POPULAR STARTAG (HASHTAG X STRARCRUSH, OT5) SHIPS !

STARCRUSH & HASHTAG are the most well-known artists currently under MELODY MEDIA and are known for being each others sibling group, their lore often intertwining or overlapping occasionally. These pairs have formed overtime and are fans most popular and most liked ships between the two groups, gaining both more shared popularity. There are multiple other ships that are included in Hashtag x Starcrush, but these few are the most popular.

INSPIRED BY THIS POST.

── *ೃ ‍୨ YUNHEE X YUAN / DOUBLE YU.

Yunhee & Yuan are the definition of Sun & Moon, Yunhee being the sun, Yuan being the moon. Fans believe that these two are the best duo between the two groups because of all the content put out from the two, for both fandoms, and wish that more people payed attention to their friendship. It’s mostly a marketing scheme Melody Media made to promote the groups better but their humor is what mostly attracts people.

FAN FAVORITE MOMENT …

“Welcome back to the DOUBLE YU cam where I, Kim Yunhee, film clips of Wang Shanyuan, also known as Yuan, for free! Solid deal, right?” The shaky camera flips to show Yuan, glaring silently, looking ahead of him, seemingly frustrated. The camera zooms in on his face. “As you can see, we’re backstage just before a collab stage between both our groups, and Yuan over here, isn’t very happy.” He scowls at her words, swatting the camera away.

“Get that out of my face before I lob it at you.” He grumbles, turning away. “Hey, I don’t appreciate empty threats, Wang. As I was saying, he’s not very happy cause we’re performing his least favorite Hashtag song, Talk & Talk.” She attempts to stifle a laugh as she continues to zoom into the elder boy’s face. “Please explain to the viewers why you are a hater of Talk & Talk?” Her finger enters the frame, nudging Yuan’s shoulder.

“I don’t hate it, It’s just got too many complicated moves and I’m tired.” The camera zooms out at this, her hand still shaky. “Ooh, you heard it here first everyone, Talk & Talk is terrible to dance on stage to because it’s got ‘too many complicated moves’, as said best from our favorite, Yuan.” He blinks up at her from his chair, reaching his hand up to ruffle her hair in an attempt to annoy her. “Yuan! Listen the only person you’ll be angering, is my hair stylist.”

Yunhee slaps his hand away, the camera focusing on the floor instead before she remembers its existence and flips it back round to have her face in frame. “That’s it for the DOUBLE YU cam today, if you have any questions or queries, please message my melodytalk account. Thank you for watching DOUBLE YU cam, stay tuned for the next cam and wish us luck during our performance!” She says, smiling as she waves the camera off with Yuan standing awkwardly behind her, rolling his eyes.

── *ೃ ‍୨ MINSEO X DAE / MINDAE.

Minseo & Dae were initially paired up on a variety show for a very long time, thus causing them to also be paired up by the company for practically everything you could think of and have now become seemingly, closer. Fans say they’re only friends for convenience, which is technically true, but others truly believe they gradually became better friends since it didn’t look like they were as close as they were now, previously.

FAN FAVORITE MOMENT …

“I think i’m finally finished!” Minseo said, clasping her hands together in celebration. The live seemed to be very active, with comments comments coming in every few seconds, making it difficult for Minseo to choose a question to answer without her Manager getting upset. “I feel like i’m getting older and older, but thank you all for joining my birthday live.”

“Yes, everyone sent me happy birthday wishes, I think the earliest person was Annie, but she’s always up when she should be sleeping so i was grateful, just not surprised.” Minseo laughed along with her words, fixing the birthday hat placed on her head. “Actually, one person forgot to say happy birthday to me, he’s a bit late but we’ll see what excuse he has for his lateness.” She grins.

Minseo picks up the Ipad on the table and continues to answer more questions, speaking about random topics when her phone begins to vibrate. “Oh! See? I told you guys he would call in the middle of the live, let’s see what he has to say.” Minseo laughs before she answers the call. “Hello?” there’s a small pause. “I didn’t forget to wish you a happy birthday! The message sent late, I told you my phone’s broken!” Dae says desperately, in an attempt to redeem his actions.

“Not true, ‘cause it says it was sent at 2:33pm and I started my live at 2:20pm.” Minseo folded her arms over her chest, grinning once again. “Okay, fine you caught me but it was a pretty good lie, right?” she scoffed, holding back laughter. “No it wasn’t Dae, now if that’s all, i’ll talk to you later.” Her fingers hovered over the decline button when Dae yelled out. “Wait! Happy birthday, Seo.” She smiled softly, commenting a quick ‘thank you’ before ending the call and continuing her live.

── *ೃ ‍୨ YOORA X THEO / YOOREO.

Theo & Yoora are the most popular Startag ship to date, always being paired together whenever they both feature on things ranging from variety shows to constantly posting on their instagram stories when they can. Some argue and say that their friendship is strictly promotional but others say that it’s clearly a true friendship between the two and that they have a strong bond. They also appear to hang out the most, more than other ships included in the groups.

FAN FAVORITE MOMENT …

Yoora holds Theo’s wrist as they walk through the hallways together, holding a camera in one hand, previously splitting up with their group members to form small groups of two in order to complete their mission for the variety show. They make a sharp turn and enter a room with a few desks and chairs decorating the space. Once they do the door closes and Yoora shrieks at the loud noise.

“That scared me.” She mumbles slowly as Theo chuckles at her sudden reaction when her hold on his wrist tightens out of pure fear. The room is dim without any lighting but is extremely spacious with drawers everywhere. Yoora points to one of the drawers and asks Theo to look through it, doing the same to another drawer on the opposite side.

She first looks through the top and bottom two drawers and checks the middle compartment finding a small key inside, nearing the corner of the empty area. “Have you found it?” Theo asks impatiently, turning around to face his partner. She nods, motioning for him to follow her out of the room.

They open the door and rush into the main entrance of the hallway when a man dressed in dark clothing and a frightening mask appears in front of them. Yoora screams and attempts to run away, tripping over herself but Theo manages to catch her in time, still laughing at her as they run away from the masked man.

Yoora stops to catch her breath, “Please remind me next time to never say yes when the company asks me to star in a horror show, because i will never do something like this again,” She groans, quickening her pace as Theo walks beside her, laughing even louder at this.

── *ೃ ‍୨ LILING X SUNDAY / SUNLING.

Basically the serious + unserious duo. Liling is always joking around, being way too hyper and Sunday is the one who looks at her weird for doing so, but still cares for her nonetheless. The media sees Sunday as a spoiled and stuck up person, but when with Liling she is easily more liked, despite Liling being the more preferred one out of the two due to Sunday’s behavior. They’re another very popular ship, but they’re very known individually and have too much content together whether it be any type of video footage or hundreds of monthly photos of them.

FAN FAVORITE MOMENT …

The camera currently points upwards, towards the ceiling of the room as shuffling and a few muffled voices can be heard. Liling picks up the camera, still directed upwards, and waves eagerly before placing it down on a table. The shot shows Liling and Sunday sitting on a small couch together. Liling’s knees are pressed against her chest and she wraps her arms around them for support. Sunday turns her head slightly to look at her silently and the pair suddenly burst out into loud laughter. Liling points to her goggles, worn for aesthetic purposes, with the tip of her charm-decorated nails as she speaks, “They’re pretty cute, right?” She signals the question towards Sunday and she nods blankly.

“Anyways, we’re about to go on stage so wish us luck!” Sunday says, smiling as she animatedly talks to the camera. She leans in to hug Liling as they both raise their hands to signalize cheering themselves on. Liling pauses for a moment and then reaches over to pull out a pair of similar goggles from behind her back to give to Sunday. “Here. We’ll look better if we’re matching! Okay now seriously, bye guys!” They both wave excitedly and the clip fades out.

── *ೃ ‍୨ CLEM X BONNIE / CLONNIE.

Everyone’s (second) favorite and most underrated duo in all of Startag history! Clem and Bonnie are most likely, and naturally the closest compared to others. They’ve known each other for a very short amount of time, but Clem is also known to be the least friendly person you could ever meet so Bonnie must be very special to her. They have the most amount of on-screen interactions and always speak about each other, whatever the context is. CLONNIE is also known for being extremely chaotic when put together, and always being the loudest no matter what room they're in.

FAN FAVORITE MOMENT …

The clip was featured in a Hashtag Behind the Scenes Episode, taken by Reiko. Reiko is talking about the collab stage both Hashtag and Starcrush have just performed and in the background you can see Bonnie and Clem talking to each other whilst Clem fixes Bonnie’s stage outfit and brushes her hair out of her face. In the next clip, Bonnie reaches out to hug Clem whilst still talking to the other and most likely exchanging praise for their performance. Later, they come into frame, holding hands and waving at the camera with their free hands. Reiko notices and points this gesture out, they both simply shrug and laugh.

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arkhamsrevenge · 1 year

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Dent's Daughter

Jason Todd x Reader

Harvey Dent was a good man, he cared about me in a “daughter” kind of way. Mr. Dent was an amazing parental figure, I liked playing the daughter, but nothing lasts forever.

I’m curled into myself on my bed with my book, “Grim’s Fairytales.” Seemed fitting since I felt like I was in on currently. The curtains were drawn so no one could see in. The door to my room was open and I could hear the voices of Nightwing, Red Hood and Red Robin all muttering about me and Harvey. The police commissioner had left about an hour ago. Harvey escaped custody and because of that I was dragged out of my home and into a strange ass apartment to be I “protective custody”. I didn’t want to think I needed protection from my adopted dad but the nervous feeling that bubbled in my stomach said otherwise. Tears gathered in my eyes for the 16th time today, but I refused to let them fall.

You should have pushed harder. Should have forced him to get the help he needed. I swallowed dryly. I knew of Harvey’s mental health problems yet; he assured me and everyone else they were under control.

“Hey.” My eyes torn from my book to see Nightwing in the doorway. “How are you feeling?” I blinked.

“Spectacular.” He bit back a smile.

“Right sorry. I didn’t know what else to lead with.” I stayed staring at him. “Robin and I are going out to patrol while Batman continue to look for Two-Face-” My temper flared.

“Dent.”

“What?”

“His name is Harvey Dent.” I saw Nightwing take a step back as if embarrassed. He then cleared his throat.

“Right. Uh yeah, we’re going but Hood is here to look after you. So just holler if you need anything.” I nodded then went back to my book. Nightwing hovered for a moment looking like he wanted to say more but didn’t know what, so he just left. I wanted to shut my door but that was against the rules. The rules of Red Hood.

“No open windows, no phone access either. It can be traced.” I begrudgingly gave up my phone in exchange for some books that Red Hood got from Harvey’s house. “You're into reading about those twisted fairytales?” I looked up again to see Red Hood towering over me.

“How the fuck, did your big foot ass come in here without making any noise?” Red Hood snorted.

“Trained by the world’s greatest detective and mask of shadows.”

“Sherlock Holmes isn’t real.” I muttered only to get a sharp laugh out of him.

“Funny. I see why Dent picked up to be his “daughter.” Your funny.”

“Well, it wasn’t for my gusto and good looks.” I said sitting up. I felt like a small animal next to him, but I didn’t want to let my fear show. Hopefully he can’t smell it like Batman can apparently.

“I made Chilaquiles if you want any.” I raised my eyebrows.

“You cook?”

“How do you think I’ve been surviving all this time?” Red Hood asked. I shrugged.

“Take out.” He shook his head.

“Take out isn’t the best around here. Plus, I’m picky where I eat. I usually make all my meal myself-”

“Since it takes a village to satisfy your hunger?” I interrupted. Red Hood crossed his arms.

“Something like that. I only really get takeout at Bat Burger though.” I hummed getting up from the bed. I placed my book down but made sure to doggy ear the page.

“I have about every bat family figure from those special meals. Only one I’m missing is you.” I said walking passed him and making my way out to the living room/kitchen area. I saw the Chilaquiles on the counter, half was already eaten. “You left me half? Are you going to starve tonight?” I asked, taking a bite. Damn. That’s surprisingly good.

“Yeah. I’ll swing by a village when Nightwing and Robin come back.” I barked out a laugh.

“Fairy enough.” I sat at the small kitchen table and ate the rest of my food. It was very good, and I haven’t had a real home cooked meal in about six months

“Damn it. Sorry kiddo, I didn’t have a lot of time to make anything so are frozen chicken nuggets, ok?” Havey asked.

“With Tator tots?” I asked smiling.

“Of course. I’m not an animal but carrots will also be attending.” Havey said laughing at my eye roll.

“Yes, parental figure.” I giggled.

“Can I ask you something?” Red Hood’s voice pulled me back to reality. The one where I’m not living with Harvey. I swallowed.

“Depends on the question.”

“Did Dent show any signs of-”

“Disassociate identity disorder? Yeah.” I mumbled. If anyone asks me that question again, I might have to kill them.

“That’s not what I was going to ask. Did Dent show any signs of violence towards you?” I shook my head. Liar. He can see through you.

Red Hood didn’t say whether he knew I was lying or not. Guess he didn’t want to push any further, afraid I’d shut down. I put my plate in the sink without a word and headed back to my room.

“Keep the door open!” Red Hood called after me. I rolled my eyes.

“Will do!”

“She didn’t say anything about it. Do you think-?” Red Robin’s voice carried through the quiet apartment. So, I guess he and Nightwing are back. I had crawled into bed after dinner and fallen asleep shortly thereafter. My eyes were closed by my ears picked up everything.

“Shh! Quiet down. She’s asleep last time I checked.” Red Hood scolded

He’s checking up on us?

“Her life was flipped upside down in a matter of 24 hours. Yes, Dent had his..outburst but I don’t think he ever got physically violent with her. She knows his mental illness, but she also tells him as a parental figure. She’s mourning or in denial or both.” I smiled slightly hearing Red Hood defend me. Hopefully they won’t ask me any questions in the morning or ever if I’m lucky. Though I had a feeling the young Robin wasn’t going to take my reluctance to answer questions for long.

“Good morning, Gotham. I’m Vicky Vale with the 8 o’clock morning news. The search continues for the villain Two-Face who escaped police custody two nights ago.”

Wonderful way to wake up.

“There has also been no word on where his adapted daughter as she is in witness protection. We have, however, found where she is being held. Sources say it’s in the downtown area.” I opened my eyes. I’m not in Gotham territory technically. I’m right outside the city I think, maybe further but Vicky’s source is wrong...or they were trying to lure Harvey to them.

“This is a bad idea.” I heard Red Hood grumble. “There's no way he’s going to fall for that. Dent knows the commissioner would never allow a witness’s cover to be blown.”

“Yeah well, apparently Ms. Vale wanted to “help” with the capture of Two Face.” Red Robin’s voice entered my ears. I felt my blood pressure rise when he called Harvey by the villain name the media gave him. My heart broke a little more and my chest felt like it was caving in. Still, I took a deep breath and sat up in bed thinking of what to do at this point. The Bat Brigade isn’t going to let me out of their sight, and I can’t even look out the window.

“Do I have to go to another one of your rally's?” Harvey laughed as I pulled at my tight skirt his publicist made me wear. “You don’t really need me there and these heels are gonna kill my feet.”

“Come-on kiddo. I need you there! You’re the charmer that everyone wants to talk with.” I rolled my eyes.

“They only want to talk to me about you. They want me to slip and say something dark about you so they can take it and run.” Harvey straightened his tie.

“You’re right. But you don’t and you make them laugh on top of it.” I sighed and smiled.

“What can I say? I’m adorable.” Harvey threw his head back and laughed.

“OH!” I jumped and turned to the doorway where Red Robin was standing. “YOUR AWAKE!” I covered my ears and flinched. “Sorry! I might have had too much coffee this morning.”

“Might of?” I grumbled. He laughed at that

“HEY! HEY HOOD! SHE IS FUNNY YOU WERE RIGHT!” I kept my hands in my ears.

“Dude!” Robin caved back to himself.

“Sorry! Again, do you want breakfast?” I nodded, uncovering my ears. “Ok good! I made pancake batter.” I gave him a weird look. “I didn’t know how you liked your pancakes. I like them pretty dark.”

“Same.”

“CO-uh-cool. I’ll get those ready. There’s a bathroom down the hall if you want.” I nodded as he left. Maybe I should at least shower. I grabbed clean clothes and quietly made my way to the bathroom across the hall.

“Just asked her!” Robin’s hush voice snapped.

Ask me what?

The show was good for my tense muscles. Once I was done, I dried it off and put a purple tank top and black sweats on. I then towel dried my hair and braided it. I then exited the bathroom and headed to the kitchen where pancakes were waiting for me. I felt all three of their eyes on me as I sat down and started eating.

“Stop starting and ask me already.” I snapped and turned towards the three men. Nightwing and Robins faces were red and Red Hood...he’s always red.

“Guess we aren’t that desecrate huh?” Nightwing asked with a small smile.

“Nope.” I answered flatly. I could see the question they wanted to ask was making them uncomfortable.

“You told Red Hood that Two-uh Dent never got violent with you. But we have a couple police reports that say otherwise.” The eyes burned into to man questioning me. So much so that he almost seemed to squirm.

“He lashed out a few times.” I finally said. Nightwing nodded and waited for me to continue. “It wasn’t him though. Every time he lashed out, it was like another person had entered but as quickly as it happened, he stopped. Like at once. I asked him to get help, or more support or something but he said it was just stress. Then apologized and that was that.” I trailed off. “Why’d you go digging?” I ask.

Robin jumped in. “Uh we can’t tell you that.” I laughed in annoyance.

“Right. You hero types are all the same.” I snapped getting up from the table and headed back into my room. This time I slammed the door shut. I knew it was childish, but I was angary. At myself, at them, at Harvey. Everyone and everything were pissing me off. I realized Red Hood never told me to keep the door open. Good. I would have really blown my lid if he did. I took a second to breathe in and out then dug through my small pile of books until I picked up one that wasn’t mine. It was by Jane Austin. Odd, but ok, maybe it was one of Harvey’s? Either way, I curled up on my bed and started reading.

TW: Violence, Injuries

“I would never hurt you.” Fear was making my body numb. Harvey stood in front of me, scared and all. But that’s not what scared me. I’d never look at Harvey differently no matter what he looked like. It’s the fact that he shot Robin in the chest. His armor protected him from any real damage but...Havery shot him. We were moving to safe houses because Batman got intel that Harvey knew where I was. Someone snitched or saw one of his proteges leave the area constantly. Robin was going with me when Harvey came out of no one and short Robin and dragged me into a random warehouse where I’m currently looking down the barrel of a gun. My heartbeat quickened.

“I know you wouldn’t, but they don’t. And they’ll be coming soon so can you put down the gun?” I asked, trying not to have my voice crack. Harvey seemed to have mulled it over. Thinking of his best options. “H-Harvey?” I stuttered. His eyes widened into this look I’ve never seen before. I then realized I wasn’t talking to Harvey anymore. I was talking to him.

“I am not Harvey.” He growled. I backed up. “I’m NOT HARVEY!” He screamed and jumped at me. Screaming, I dodged him and started running towards the exit. I suddenly felt like I got hit by a truck as I made contact with the concrete floor. My jaw scraped against it making my face sting. I struggled to get up when Harvey pulled me back down and climbed on top.

“HARVEY DOSNE’T NEED ANYMORE DISTRACTIONS. HE NEEDS TO FOCUS ON THE WELLFARE OF GOTHAM.” He screeched wrapping his hands around my throat. I tried to scream and claw at his hands, his face, his arms, anything to stop him but nothing did. My lungs started to burn, and tears flooded my eyes, warping my vision. I continued to try and fight back until my vision started forming black spots. My body started to go numb. The feeling in my arms turned nonexistent.

“Havery.” I strained letting my arms fall to my side. Then the pressure around my neck was off. I sucked in the air and started to cough. It felt like I was choking all over again. I was taking sharp breaths, as my body started to get feeling back. I rolled onto my side still coughing and wheezing. The tears were finally clearing up when someone brought me upward. I swung my elbow around as a poor attempt to defend myself.

“Woah! It’s me!” I turned around to see Red Hood holding my elbow, making it so it didn’t connect with his face. “Stop. Stop it’s ok.” I was still breathing heavily when Red’s gloves started to go towards my neck. “Can you speak?” My throat went up in flames when he asked that. I shook my head ‘no’.

“Ok. Just focus on breathing. I’m gonna get you outta here.” I nodded as one arm went under my leg and the other supported my back. I instinctively wrapped an arm around the back of his neck as we made our way towards the exit. I didn’t look back to see what they were doing to Two Face. All I knew was that Harvey was gone.

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the-kittens-of-vol-tron · 11 months

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It's Just Pretend

Chapter 1: Hear Me Out!

Summary: Lance and Keith are fresh out of college. They are already "living" the post-graduate dream. Well paying jobs in their respective fields. Solid friendships, just one thing is getting in their way. They need an apartment as soon as possible. Everywhere they look goes with another couple.

An idea given by a friend leads these two boys into a fake engagement just to score an apartment.

They find an apartment quickly, but will the engagement stay fake forever?

AO3!

Word Count: 1,733

Hey everyone, I'm back with another random fic!

I've been wanting to write this for a while and finally started a month ago <3 (Shout out to @shirokeithpidgearemybesties for motivating me to write <3333)

Enjoy~

“Oh that’s fine, thank you for getting back with us,” Lance rubbed his eyes as the person on the other end of the phone apologized once more. “Have a good night.” He ended the call, leaning his head back with a groan.

“What did they say?” Keith asked in a knowing tone.

Lance cleared his throat, raising his voice an octave to match the person on the phone. “So sorry Mister McClain, but we rented the apartment to someone else.”

Keith rolled his eyes, “we make three times the rent combined! We were more than qualified.”

“Tough market I guess.” Lance slipped his phone back into his pocket, “I’m going to get a drink. Need anything while I’m out?”

Keith shook his head, reaching for his laptop. “I’ll be looking at some more places while you’re gone.”

Lance nodded, moving to grab his keys and slip his shoes on. “You’re the best man.” He unlocked the door, “be home later.” And while a mumbled goodbye he clicked the door closed and started down the hall.

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He slammed his glass down, grimacing around the bitter liquid. “I just don’t get it, Adam. What are we doing wrong?!”

The bartender slid him another shot, grabbing his other glass. “Sounds to me like nothing.”

Lance groaned, resting his head on the cold wood. “We are freshly graduated, both make way more than the ‘required’ renters amount. Is it because we’re young?! Do people think we’re party animals?!”

Adam shrugged as he started to polish some glasses. “Could be several things. It’s hard to say.”

“You’re no help.”

“I’m a bartender, not a real estate agent.” He placed the glass he was holding down. Grabbing a new one right after. “How much longer can you and your roommate stay in your current housing?”

“Another month max. It’s student housing, they’re going to kick us out once the semester starts.”

“Running out of time.”

Lance sighed. “It’s not like we haven’t been trying. Each one we applied to just gets taken right from under us.”

“Maybe it has to do with how you present yourselves,” Adam said with a bored expression.

Lance shook his head. “We always shower before and wear nice clothes. We make sure we look responsible and put together.”

Adam hummed. “Maybe they just want couples.”

“What?”

“Like married couples? Some studies have started to look at that.”

“They legally can’t discriminate like that.” Lance downed his other drink.

Adm shook his head. "They actually can." He stared at the other boy for a moment before sighing. "Look,” he placed the glass he was polishing down. Placing his hands on the countertop, the towel draped on his right shoulder. “I moved in with my fiance after our engagement. Our other friends did the same. So I’m not sure what your experience is but we didn’t have any place to turn us down. And neither did our friends.”

“Way to rub it in my face, I'm single.” He slid the cup to Adam. “If I ever get engaged I’ll keep that in mind.”

Adam grabbed his glass, “fake it.”

“What?”

“You and your roommate, fake it. Just for the sake of finding a place.”

Lance stared at his bartender. Slowly blinking a couple of times. “I’m sorry, did you get drunk instead? What are you saying?”

Adam sent him a small smile, “where did you get confused?”

Lance laughed. “My roommate would never be okay with that.” He stood, fishing for $20 out of his wallet. “We’ll find a place. By next week. We’ll have a place.”

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One Week Later

“Any updates?” Adam slid two shots toward Lance and Hunk.

Hunk sent him a smile while Lance quickly downed his drink. “Two more rejections.”

Adam whistled, “New weekly record?”

“Ha ha, very funny.” Lance crossed his arms and rested them on the table. Dropping his head on them. “It's hopeless, we’re going to be homeless at this rate!”

“Take a breath man, you two will find something.” Hunk rubbed Lance’s back, trying to soothe his friend.

“Easy for you to say, you and Shay scored a place months ago,” Lance grumbled back.

“I don’t know what we did differently,” Hunk said. Sounding a bit exasperated. A conversation they had numerous times.

Lance looked at Adam who was giving him a knowing look. “Nope nope nope,” he lifted his head. Pointing his finger at the man behind the bar. “Don’t even suggest that again.”

“Suggest what?” Hunk asked.

“What does Shay have that neither you nor your roommate has?” Adam sent a smile toward Lance.

Lance mumbled out an answer.

“I’m sorry what?” Adam leaned forward slightly.

Lance sighed. “A ring.”

“Three for three,” Adam said, leaning back some while crossing his arms.

Lance sighed, “I need another drink.”

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“No, absolutely not.” Keith crossed his arms, sending Lance a stern look.

“Come on mullet! It’s just pretending.”

Keith stared at his roommate, his face unchanged. “No.”

Lance threw his hands in the air in frustration. “It wouldn’t hurt to try.”

“I’m not pretending to be married to you.”

“Engaged.”

“Right…engaged. Because there is such a difference.” Keith scoffed.

“There is.”

They both fell into a stiff silence. Neither of them dared to break it. Lance chewed on his inner cheek, his hands fidgeting by his upper thighs. Keith stared at the floor, his feet hanging off his bed. Lance sighed, “Keith, buddy, my man. It could work, we can just try it-”

“No,” Keith slid off his bed. He moved to slip on his shoes. “Don’t bring that idiotic idea up again.” He left the room with a slam.

Lance sat on his bed and mumbled under his breath. “We’re never going to find a place.”

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One Week Later

Keith stormed into the room, curses being sputtered quietly. Lance sat up, lifting his headphone off his right ear. “Yo, what got you pissed off?”

The other boy fished his phone from his pocket. Shoving it in Lance’s face. A rejection email meeting his blue eyes. Lance groaned. “We’re running out of options.”

Keith took his phone away and paced the room. His hands found a home in his hair. “We only have two weeks left, what are we going to do?!”

“Well-”

He stopped and pivoted towards Lance. “No.”

Lance raised his hands in the air, “I didn’t even say anything!”

“You were thinking about it.”

"Keith,” Lance stood from where he was laying. “What do we have to lose?”

“My pride,” he mumbled as he flopped on his bed. Sighing as he stared at the ceiling.

“You lost that long ago.”

Kieth scoffed. “When?”

Lance raised his eyebrows at him as if the answer was obvious. “Ah-hem. One word, six letters.”

“Stop-”

“M U L-”

“STOP!”

“L E T. MULLET-” Lance sat up from his bed, Keith following suit.

“I don’t have a mullet,” Keith ran his fingers through his hair. Yanking at the long locks, a groan of annoyance escaped his lips.

“Sure buddy,” Lance sent him a tense smile.

Keith dropped his hands, “how would it even work? Pretending to be…together.”

Lance giggled. “You don’t have to sound so scared of the idea.”

“I don’t like intimacy.” Keith crossed his arms over his chest. Trying to keep his posture stoic.

“Keith my man. My buddy,” Lance stood and took a couple of steps to his roommate's bed. Sitting down next to him, casually throwing his arm over his shoulder. He pulled him closer so his head was almost forced to rest on Lance’s shoulder. “It’s not real. That’s why it’s ‘fake.’ All we have to do is say we’re engaged, and make up some ‘this is where we met’ story. Which, we can say we met at in college-”

“We did,” Keith mumbled.

“See! One step is already done. You’re so smart.” Lance squeezed him tighter, raising his voice into a mushy tone.

“Lance!”

He laughed and loosened his hold. “We can use our actual friendships as the timeline for our relationship. Maybe get a fake ring for one of us and let me do the talking. No kissing, at least on the lips, and holding hands and hugs are the max we will do around others. It’s not torture, it’s just pretend.”

Keith didn’t reply, his breathing low and evening. He was mulling it over. Weighing the pros and cons as if his life depended on it.

“Take the night and consider it? I’m meeting Hunk for dinner.” Lance made his way to the door, grabbing his signature green jacket as he slipped his shoes on. “Later, Mullet.” He twisted the handle, reaching for his keys as he opened the door.

“We can try it.”

“Hm?” Lance froze, his eyes falling on Keith.

Keith sighed, his eyes burning the ground. “We can try it. But only for a week.”

Lance grinned. “See you later then…. Babe.” He closed the door, not missing Keith’s groan of regret.

---

“All of the appliances are brand new, top of the line. It comes with both a washer and a dryer. All utilities are included in the rent. Any pets are an additional $25 a month each and each apartment comes with two numbered parking spots. Any additional vehicles just need to park in the uncovered lot.” The girl, Nyma, stopped in the kitchen. Placing her binder on the white marble countertop.

“This is really…wow this is gorgeous.” Lance walked through the living room once more, leaving Keith in the kitchen. “Babe, what do you think about it?” He glanced toward Keith who was staring out one of the windows. “Baby?”

Keith’s eyes snapped to Lance, and a small blush formed on his face before he cleared his throat. “It’s perfect.”

Nyma looked between them, her eyes gleaming. “Are you two interested?”

Lance nodded excitedly as he made his way over to his friend. “My fiance and I have been looking for a place for months but none of them have come close to this.” He intertwined their hands together, his thumb unconsciously rubbing along the backside of Keith’s hand. Unaware of the tension Keith held in his body over the touch.

“How long have you two been together?”

Keith froze, but Lance took charge. “Four years together, but one year engaged.” He sent Keith a smile who nodded.

Nyma grinned, moving to open her binder. “Let me talk you through the application.”

They were approved that night.

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I'm aiming for a biweekly update, but I do work full time so I write when I have energy <3

I hope you liked it

Thank you for reading <33333

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Roles Reversed

Anddd here’s the second and final chapter for the day! A bit of reverse love square bc a smitten Adrien is my fave Adrien! Wish we had gotten this for a bit longer in s5 :’).

AO3

Shifting his bag, Adrien looked up at the bakery hopefully. He was currently standing outside those doors, waiting for the best moment to go in and hopefully get a chance to see Marinette.

Yes, Adrien Agreste was completely and utterly smitten by Marinette Dupain-Cheng. He knew that the very first day he met her.

Though they hadn’t gotten off on the right foot, he was positively determined to make her one of his first friends. And, yet, when that thunder sounded in the distance and he blinked down into a pair of curious, sapphire blue eyes he found himself wanting more. And then that umbrella snapped down on her head filling him with such euphoria he couldn’t help laughing.

That was the day his crush started. It evolved quickly after that. Growing into something bigger each day Adrien saw her kindness and utter brilliance.

Yes, he was absolutely smitten with her. If only she noticed him.

No matter how often he flirted with her, it seemed like Marinette would only ever shake her head or roll her eyes. Like she didn’t quite believe he was being serious.

Adrien couldn’t help but wonder if that did have something to do with the gum incident. Perhaps she still blamed him for trying to fix one of Chloé’s pranks.

But, he was determined to win her over. Just like that day in the rain he’d show her his heart and get her to realize that his love for her was true.

Sucking in a deep breath and summoning some of his Chat Noir courage, Adrien pushed his way through those doors. The bells chimed above him and all at once his nerves completely vanished the second that he saw Marinette’s smiling face.

A goofy grin spread across his cheeks as he found himself drawn towards her. “Fancy seeing you here, Marinette.”

She scoffed, shaking her head at him even as her smile grew wider. “Yes, fancy seeing me at the bakery I live and work at.”

Adrien leaned across the counter, trying to memorize her face. She was so pretty. Even when she was looking at him like he was absolutely insane.

Her eyebrow slowly rose as he continued to just stare. “Did you want to buy a croissant? Or maybe a macaron?”

“What if I told you I came by just to see you?”

Marinette’s lips parted with surprise. She blinked down at him before the confusion slowly faded to a look of utter amusement. “I’d say that you could have asked to hang out instead of simply coming to the bakery.”

Adrien chuckled, his eyes glimmering at her playfully. “Ah, but would you have said yes?”

Her expression softened before she nodded her head. “Of course, I would have, Adrien. We’re friends. We can hang out any time you’re free. I know you’re usually busy with your father’s photoshoots, though.”

And there was the word. The word that he had come to utterly loathe. Even though it should have lifted his spirits, it instead caused his hopes to crash down. Friend. That’s all she’d ever see of him.

Marinette must have seen his face fall because she instantly perked up, grabbing a croissant and pink macaron before placing them into a bag. “You look hungry, Adrien. Why don’t you eat these? And, maybe, on my break we can find some time to meet up in the park. Would that be alright?”

He cheered up quite quickly, grabbing the bag from her and nodding his head eagerly. “That’d be absolutely lovely, Marinette. Thank you for finding the time to meet up with me.”

“No problem, Adrien.” She winked at him and his heart fluttered. So adorable. “I know how hard it is for you to find time to meet up with friends, so of course we can meet up whenever you have free time.”

He beamed at her. Marinette was just so warm and caring. It was no wonder he loved her. Now if only he could get her to love him too.

Paying for the treats, he then reached over and took the bag from her. Adrien’s heart quickened as their fingers brushed. A shiver ran down his spine at the touch. Was his mind playing tricks on him or were Marinette’s cheeks slightly pink?

But, within the next second, the blush was gone and she was grinning at him once more. “My break is in an hour. Will you still have time to go with me to the park?”

Adrien nodded eagerly. All his father needed to know was that he decided to take some time to study after his fencing lessons. It’s not like he ever noticed he was gone when he was Chat Noir.

“I’ll always have time for you, Marinette.”

“You’re so silly, Adrien.” She giggled, tapping his nose from across the counter.

He should have felt disappointed but instead, he just felt completely lovestruck. She touched his nose! That was two touches from the girl of his dreams on the same day. And, wasn’t that truly wonderful?

Giving her a dazed wave, Adrien turned around and sat down at one of the empty tables. Pulling out the croissant, he practically devoured it while he waited. It was positively delicious.

He was definitely going to have to summon the courage to confess to her later today. Maybe that would convince her that he was serious about his feelings for her. But, then again, wouldn’t it be better if he designed an elaborate date idea before confessing?

Yep, it would definitely be best to save the emotional confession over a moonlit dinner by the Eiffel Tower. Ooh, or maybe even a date on a boat on the Seine!

It was decided then. He was definitely going to save the confession. Today Adrien would just continue flirting with her. Maybe he could even see if Marinette would be willing to go on a date with him by the Eiffel Tower.

Casting a quick glance over at her, he felt his cheeks warm when he noticed that she was already staring. Marinette simply grinned and waved at him, completely unaware that all Adrien could think about was finding a way to woo her.

She mouthed I’ll be out in a minute and he quickly straightened up. He was definitely going to think of this as their first date.

Maybe he could even figure out a way to hold her hand.

Even just thinking about it sent tingles up his hand. Stretching his hand out, Adrien glanced at the clock. He couldn’t wait until it was time for her break!

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cocotaetae13 · 1 year

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A Deal's A Deal: Jungkook (M)

Warnings: Demon behavior. Smut. Baseless allegations to further the plot. unprotected sex, prone position, girl on top, questionable consent practices

Word Count: A little over 5k

Summary: Jungkook is the final boss.

A/N: We're here! We made it! We did it! Thank you all for the likes, comments, reblogs, and messages. I was originally planning on releasing this and something else I've been working on at the same time but then I thought nah. Thanks again for taking the time to read my story <3

A skinny teenage boy with a baby face sits alone crying his eyes out, hiding behind a building. Big, fat tears roll down his cheeks as he struggles to keep it together. He’d just heard the worst thing in his entire life and he wasn’t sure he was going to be able to do anything about it. His good friend Hoseok wanted to leave their group and despite all of the begging and convincing Jungkook had done, it didn’t look like Hoseok was going to change his mind.

“I’ll do anything, whatever you want, just stay!” He sobs. The despair of this young boy is like music to your ears. “Please!”

“My, my, my what could cause a young one such as you so much sorrow?” Carefully you show yourself.

“Who are you?” Jungkook backs away slowly.

“Someone who can help you.” You answer smoothly. “Think of me as a genie.”

“You don’t look like a genie, you look like…a foreigner.” He seems confused.

“You’re very bright,” You smile. “I’m not from here.”

“Where are you from?” His big watery eyes look over you curiously.

“Somewhere far away.” You giggle. You’ve hidden your true appearance so you don’t scare him off. The opportunity is too good to pass up. It wouldn’t be hard at all to get a deal from this scrawny kid. Surely he’ll wish for something short-lived and you’ll quickly be able to get his soul and move on.

“You’re a genie?”

“I’m very much like a genie. It sounds like you have a wish you need granted. I’d love to do that for you.” You move closer and sit next to him on the stairs, smiling into his face sweetly.

“I don’t know…” He bites his lip skeptically. “How can I believe you?”

“Would you like to see some of my magic?”

He nods and wipes his eyes clean with a sniffle. You lift a hand, palm up and conjure a small ball of fire hovering above it.

“Ok, give me your hand.”

“My what?!”

“Give me your hand. I’m going to give you the fireball. Don’t worry it won’t burn you.”

“O-Ok.” He holds his hand out and you gently slide the fireball from your hand to his, ignoring the temptation to allow it to drop into his palm and severely burn him. You do actually want his soul after all. He stares at it in wonder, the ball of fire slowly burning itself out just above his palm and reflecting in his glassy eyes.

“See?”

“You really do have magic!” he gasps. “Can you really grant my wish?”

“Of course.” You laugh softly. “Want to tell me what’s going on?”

Jungkook’s gaze leaves your face and drops to the ground, his lips pulling down into a frown as his current situation comes crashing back down on him again. “I’m a trainee in a group. We’re working really, really hard to debut as an idol group but one of our members wants to leave. He won’t say why and he’s really adamant about it. I tried talking to him multiple times to convince him to stay but it doesn’t sound like he’s interested at all. If he leaves I know we won’t debut and we’ll all separate. I don’t want that to happen to us.”

“I see…that does sound really hard. I'm sorry you’re going through this.” You tut. “I can definitely help you though. But you’ll have to help me too.”

“You need my help?” he blinks in confusion. “You’re a genie, how can I help you? Do you need me to wish for your freedom from the lamp or something?”

“No, nothing like that!” You laugh. “We’ll make a deal. I’ll make sure your group stays together and becomes successful at any cost, if at the end of your life you allow your soul to stay with me.”

Jungkook sits and stares for a long moment without saying anything. “My soul? You want our souls to be…together when I die? What does that mean?”

“It’s a lonely life being a genie.” You pout. “Nobody really cares about you other than what they can get from you. Then after they’ve made their wish they throw you away. I don’t have any friends…I think you and I would have a great time together for eternity.”

“You don’t know my name, how can you say that?”

You pause. Little shit. “Well, Jungkook, it’s ok if you don’t want to make a deal with me. I just thought I’d let you know the terms. I showed you my magic so you would have faith in me and my powers. I came to you because you needed help and I can help you. You just have to trust me.”

“I…want to trust you, but I never told you my name.”

You sigh. “You don’t remember? When I called you a young one you corrected me and said, ‘My name is Jungkook!’ very sternly. I thought you were going to scold me at first.”

Jungkook looks confused. “Oh…ok.”

“Tell you what, I’ll even stick by and make sure I fulfill your wish. You can hold me accountable! If for any reason your group doesn’t make it or splits up then our deal is off.”

Jungkook goes quiet for a moment as if considering your words. The look on his face shows you he’s seriously considering what you’re saying. You start to wonder if there’s something you could add to sweeten the deal or if you should say more to try and convince him this is a good idea. Instead you stay quiet and let him think.

“I really, really want this.” Jungkook says finally. “You have a deal.”

“Wonderful!” You clap. “Now usually, we’d seal the deal with a kiss but I don’t want you to fall for me so let’s settle for a kiss on the cheek.”

“I-w-what?” He sputters, blushing furiously. Before he can change his mind you lean over and kiss him on the cheek, nearly sending him into orbit. He touches his cheek gingerly and can’t stop the blush from spreading up to his hairline and down his neck.

Once the deal is sealed you give him a moment to get himself together, closing your eyes with a sigh at the feeling of the connection between you and Jungkook starting. Your body tingles with the taste of his sadness as you take a little bit of a snack from him. He seems lost in space when you stand up and face him while putting your hands on your hips.

“Ok. As promised, your friend no longer wants to leave the group.” You smirk.

“That’s it?” He blinks, snapping out of his reverie. “That fast?”

“Don’t doubt my powers!” You snicker. “Hoseok isn’t going anywhere, and I’ll be by your side until the very end of your life to ensure your success.”

“Thank you, you’re the best genie I’ve ever heard of!” Jungkook is on his feet in an instant and hauling ass up the stairs to go back into the building he’d originally fled from.

When you’re sure he’s gone your visage of a beautiful older woman melts away into your demon form just before you disappear to follow him inside the building.

*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*

“Good morning Jungkookie.” You say sweetly.

Jungkook looks up at you in horror, not sure if this is a really bad dream or if he’s really awakened to you sitting on his lap. Your dangerous-looking horns are out and on display and you really don’t look all that happy to see him. He then tries not to show any fear on his face while his mind races to catch up to the present. You were supposed to be with Namjoon right now, not with him. He flinches when you lean over and gently stroke his cheek with the back of your hand.

“It’s ok Jungkookie, it’s just us now. Just like the very beginning.” You grin.

“Back when you lied to me about being a genie?” He snaps.

“To be fair I never told you I was a genie, I said I was similar to a genie. I know it was a long time ago so your memory isn’t as good as it should be. Maybe lay off all the highballs for a little bit.” You snicker.

“What do you want?”

“Your soul. And for some reason, your dick, but I’m going to ignore that for now in favor of maybe some answers.” You mutter. It was true, you could feel him under his sweats and you were increasingly becoming aware of the urge to rock your hips against him to see what he would do. There’s a growing need to have him in your mouth at the back of your mind as well, very intrusive thoughts you were going to push down.

“Namjoon-hyung didn’t give you all the answers you wanted yet?” He smirks.

Little shit. You narrow your eyes. “Your phone broke when he tried to call you to warn you I was coming.”

You let him up when he shoots up to grab it off the coffee table but finds it on the floor in pieces. Kicking back with your feet up you feel a little better at the distraught look on his face while he picks the pieces up. You should have ground it to dust instead. Next time.

“We’ve been together for a very long time, haven’t we?” You roll onto your stomach and cross your ankles, watching him move about his apartment to clean up the mess.

“Too long. Getting rid of you would be really nice.”

“You’re so mean to me lately!” You fake cry. “First you trap me with this stupid spell, now you’re telling me our time together hasn’t been pleasant?”

“It’s been hell actually Watching you torture my brothers all of this time. That’s the part I didn’t agree to.”

“There are casualties in war, Jungkook.” You say simply.

“That doesn’t even make sense!” He looks down at the crumbled pieces of his phone in his hands with a pout. “The torture wasn’t what I wished for.”

“Maybe if you’d been a little more careful and didn’t trust a demon in the first place we wouldn’t be here.” You don’t feel like arguing this point with him again but you will for the sake of poking fun and irritating him. There is this nagging sensation at the back of your mind that something is missing. You’re starting to crave something you can’t put your finger on and the need for it is growing every minute.

You don’t hear his response because you’re so distracted by your own thoughts. He must be going on about the things you’ve done to him over the years but what did he honestly expect from a demon? Peace? He couldn’t blame you for everything that happened to him though. Surely he could take some responsibility for wanting to become a singer and being warned about the dangers, frustrations, and disappointments that can come with the career. But none of that matters now, your mind is giving in to the intrusive thoughts and you can’t help giving in to their strong influence.

The couch smells like him. That makes sense since it’s in his apartment which also smells like him, and he was just on it. With that thought in mind it’s almost as though you black out because when you come to again and become aware, you’re rubbing yourself like a cat in heat against the fading warmth his body left behind. You go to push yourself up and away from the cushion and are met with someone’s solid body instead. Not just someone’s.

“Don’t stop on my account.” You can hear the amusement in his voice and you bristle. You want to retort something but he wraps his arm around your middle, long fingers sliding under your dress and resting over your lower belly. “It’s kinda hot y’know.”

Now’s my chance. Jungkook thinks to himself.

That was something you didn’t need to hear. It makes your blood rush and starts a warmth in your gut that spreads through your whole body. It causes your mind to race with thoughts of being fucked right here on this couch by Jungkook until you’re sticky and dripping and can’t move anymore. You want it. You want it really badly.

You spread your legs for him so you can show him your intent even though his fingers don’t move any lower. Those tattooed fingers should be buried inside you, his other set of fingers should be twisting your nipple or even better in your mouth while he tells you the filthiest of his fantasies. Shivering and too caught up in your own thoughts, you don’t notice the pattern Jungkook is drawing into your skin.

“Just fuck me already.” You demand, unable to keep yourself upright at this point you want him inside you so badly.

Jungkook enters you roughly after shoving you face down on the couch, bracing himself on his hands with a loud groan. Your nerve endings tingle and the feeling of him filling you so deliciously has your muscles relaxing immediately. This is what you’ve been itching to get since the moment you got here. From the second you felt him through his sweats you knew you were either going to have him messing up your throat or your guts.

“You’re still soaking wet,” He murmurs, his pace languid and deep. “Was Namjoon-hyung not enough for you?”

“He only fucked my throat.” You hiss, nails digging into the cushion below you. You’ve watched Jungkook fuck many times, ready to jump in at any moment and ruin it for him, knowing this was his signature move. You’d even made him cry from embarrassment early on because he thought his dick didn’t work properly. But now he was rolling his hips like the seasoned dancer he is and it has your toes curling and your voice coming out in cries you were normally too proud to share. That has your thoughts wandering to suspicion due to the unfamiliar but Jungkook grunts and shifts his stance, hitting your spot deliciously and you’re thrown back into the present.

“Jungkook,” You moan finally, completely forgetting yourself. He sits back on his heels and reaches into your hair, wrapping his hand into your locks to pull your head back. “Fuck!”

The sounds you’re making now would normally make you feel enraged at your show of weakness. Allowing a human to know you’re feeling this much pleasure from them is absurd. In fact, that thought starts to make anger bubble at the back of your mind and the haze over your vision starts to clear, making you clamp your mouth shut and reduce your sounds to muted whimpers.

You shudder when you feel the cool metal of his lip ring at your ear. “I’m going to cum inside you, then I’m going to abuse that witty throat until I cum again.” He pants. You squeeze your thighs together, trapping him between your thighs to give him more friction as he moves, then bear down with a shaky sigh. “Oh, you really like the idea of that?”

“Yes,” You moan. “You feel so fucking good Jungkook.”

“I know,” he says cockily. “Your whole body is showing me.”

There isn’t a chance for you to think of something sarcastic to retort, he spreads her ass so he can watch your filthy cunt swallow him whole, then clench around him as if to prevent him from pulling away. He almost loses himself in the sensation, head falling back with a loud groan and ready to just make your vile body want nothing more than him, but his pride as a man has him holding off from cumming right now.

Impatient, you push back against his rhythm so he sinks in you deeper and you actually drool a little. All you can think about is Jungkook’s cock messing up your insides. This isn’t enough. This position isn’t giving you every bit of him. It is when this thought hits you feel actual tears stinging your eyes because you aren’t sure how to get more of him inside you. He isn’t even trying to go balls deep and it’s frustrating, you want it. You want more. He slips out and you actually cry out at the insult of the situation. You have to take control.

“On your back!” You say quickly, sitting up before he can shove himself back in you. He blinks at you, glistening cock in hand for only a brief moment before he follows your instructions, even being so kind as to hold himself up for you to slide down on. You heave a sigh of relief when you’re fully seated and rock your hips experimentally. As expected Jungkook is quick to put his hands on your waist, plant his heels into the couch for stability, and pummel you from below.

This is what you needed. The feeling has you lost in him immediately. You have to hold on to his muscular upper arms to keep yourself upright because you want to curl in on yourself and let go. But you have to keep some semblance of control over this human, your human whose soul you’ve been promised, who is also fucking the daylights out of you right now. You let out a noise of protest when he slaps your hands away and pins your arms to your sides without stopping his brutal pace, forcing you to bite your tongue until it bleeds so you don’t give him the satisfaction of hearing the sounds of your pleasure.

As soon as you start to feel the telltale signs of an orgasm approaching there’s a burning sensation at your lower belly. It’s significant enough to give you pause and you open your eyes in an attempt to see what the hell is causing that feeling. Instead you’re met with the sight of Jungkook’s handsome face, eyes clenched shut and eyebrows furrowed in concentration but mouth parted with his harsh breaths. You lose yourself again and whimper when his eyes open and he gives you his sweet smile before it turns cocky as if he knows the turmoil you’re experiencing.

“Jungkook,” You whimper, suddenly overcome with an emotion you can’t describe. Something you can’t put into words but feels like it’s about to burst out of your body without your control. The burning sensation spreads like vines through your veins, an orgasm you’ve been attempting to keep at bay building with it, finally releasing like an explosion through your entire body. Jungkook reaches up and pulls you down on top of him, fingers clenching your hips while you flood his cock as you’re clenching involuntarily.

“Ah fuck!” Jungkook cries, grinding himself up into you as deeply as he can, setting off a chain reaction as soon as he fills you up, causing you to rip yourself from his grasp and sit up before you can stop him from cumming.

You lift yourself off of him and watch his cock wetly slap against his thigh, still trembling from your own orgasm. Jungkook blinks up at you lazily and as soon as you meet his gaze all you can think about is going again. Maybe at the window next. You wet your lower lip and open your mouth to speak when pain shoots up your spine and makes your back jerk straight, head to the sky. You feel your eyes bleed black and your teeth grow sharp without your control as the pain flows from your spine to the middle of your chest. Jungkook realizes as you writhe in pain that perhaps it wasn’t a good idea to let you be on top while the spell is completing.

The pain is gone almost as soon as it starts but there’s a steady burning sensation at your lower belly. It’s the same spot Yoongi and Jungkook both touched. You give Jungkook a glare before glancing down and finding your skin branded with the Roman Numeral…for seven.

“It’s complete! You’re finally ours, demon.” Jungkook grins devilishly.

Jungkook’s victorious smirk falls when, after staring at him for a second, you reach forward and put your hand through his chest and grip his heart. His whole body jerks in response and he grabs your wrist with a weak cry.

“What have you done to me?” You growl, bringing your face closer to his. “What is this?!”

Tears fill his round eyes and he can only groan in pain when you shift. Though he isn’t hard anymore, he still feels warm and thick against your inner thigh. You falter in thinking about killing him in favor of imagining getting him hard again for a second round.

You glance at the floor to ceiling window nearby, covered in a heavy blackout curtain and imagine Jungkook taking you against the glass where anyone at a similar level could see. Or would he crush you against the wall with his hands under your knees, pushing your legs up and baring you to him entirely?

Jungkook sighs in pain when your grip loosens because your train of thought involves keeping him alive. Weakly he tugs at your wrist and it snaps you from your thoughts. His breath catches in his throat again when you clench your fingers and pull, feeling the first tethers of his soul ripping from their attachment to his body. You were taking this soul by force and nothing was going to stop you!

“S-stop,” Jungkook cries and coughs. He was surely suffering during this but you didn’t care. You were sick of their bullshit and now they’ve gone ahead and done something to your body! Your anger is flushing out the thoughts of fucking him again though they stay intrusive and nagging, begging you to let go of his soul, get him hard, and sit on his cock again.

“We had a deal, Jungkook!” You seethe through clenched teeth. Now comes the hard task of separating the soul from his body without damaging it. The things can be so fragile if you damage them they don’t taste as good. You’ve been waiting so long for this soul it must come out perfectly.

There’s a loud crackling sound and then a boom followed by thick, black smoke filling the room. It’s the tell-tale arrival of a higher-born demon. Why they’d be here right now is a mystery to you, so you stay still, body still covered in a layer of sweat from fucking Jungkook. You twist your hand in his chest and he whimpers in pain, weakly holding onto your wrist in an attempt to get you to stop.

“Release the human, Y/N.” A familiar voice booms in your head. You freeze in horror, immediately letting Jungkook’s soul go. He collapses against the couch, coughing and trying to catch his breath while clutching his chest.

The smoke clears and you choke on your own breath when your superior stands before you looking none too pleased. Her tail whips out and wraps around your throat, lifting you off of Jungkook and dangles you in the air like a rag doll. Your legs kick futilely in the air as you pull at the iron-clad grip she has around your neck.

Against your will you shudder and whine at the feeling of Jungkook’s release coming out of you. You wanted it to stay so you could show him later how good you were at keeping it inside, maybe pushing it out of you while he watched. The thought overwhelms you suddenly and all you can think about is riding Jungkook again until he spills himself in you again and again, hands gripping your waist, your arms, your breasts, whatever he can get his hands on as his eyes go glassy.

“Filthy, just look at you.” The higher-demon spits in displeasure. She looks at you with crimson eyes wrinkled in distaste. “You reek of human lust.”

You gasp as you continue to be lost in your own head of the thought of Jungkook taking you again, right in front of this higher demon. You’d let him if he wanted. Maybe the others would come, worried about whether Jungkook was still alive or not and you could have them run a train on you. Seven beautiful cocks taking turns scrambling up your insides until you’re so weak you can’t stand any longer. What would that be like? You clench your thighs together and tremble.

Jungkook finally sits up, looking pale and weak. With shaking hands he manages to pull himself together and get to the corner of his couch, curling up to try and look small and non-threatening to the second entity in his home. How was he going to get out of this if you were suddenly axed by this thing and it came after him next?

“You’ve fucked up again Y/N, much more than before however. How did you think you were going to get away with this one?” The higher demon gives you a rough shake and you grimace.

When you open your mouth to speak your superior’s tail tightens around your throat so much it makes you gurgle and you realize they’re not here to hear any excuses you may have. You’ve royally fucked up trying to kill Jungkook.

“You’ve broken your deal by trying to kill your human and take the soul. That’s not very organic of you.” The higher demon’s skin melts into her human form. She appears as a stern looking woman with her hair pinned up in a tight bun. Her horns curl from the sides of her head and behind her pointed ears. Her tail remains wrapped tightly around your throat. Of course it had to be Dain. “I should destroy you right now.”

Jungkook involuntarily whimpers and then nearly passes out in fear when Dain’s crimson gaze shifts from you to him. His body trembles in fear because there’s no way out of this for him. He was just saved by another demon who could end him just as quickly as you almost did and there was no saving him at this point.

“Don’t worry human, you are safe while I am here. I am only here to punish this one.” Dain smiles in an attempt to calm his nerves but her smile is so terrifying it does the opposite. All of her teeth look razor sharp and her smile spreads entirely too much for it to be comforting or believable. Jungkook stares and is unable to respond. “Hm…perhaps this smile is not to your liking. No matter, my business is with you Y/N.”

“He…broke the deal first.” Your fingers uselessly scramble for purchase against Dain’s tail. “They’ve done something to me! Look! Look what they’ve carved into me!”

“What they’ve done is saved your stupid hide.” Dain spits. “Do you know how many deals we’ve had to miss out on thanks to your fuckery? No idol trainees want to work with us anymore because of the…unlucky road these humans have had. We have you to blame for that. One of our bottom lines has been cut off and that leaves hungry, angry demons Y/N. Then you have the audacity to try and steal the soul you’re bonded to before its time? You deserve the worst punishment I can think of.”

If you could, you'd swallow. Dain’s punishments brought some of the toughest demons to their knees begging to be destroyed. What you didn’t understand is what was holding her back from punishing you.

Dain sighs. “You are no longer my problem. You no longer have a deal with this human.”

“What!? I’ve been working on this for years! What do you mean-

“If you’d been successful stealing the soul perhaps I’d have overlooked your stupidity.” Dain mutters. “However you’ve managed to become the servant of these humans. You have lost your power and we no longer have any business with each other.”

“I haven’t!” You plead. Your worst nightmare is coming true. Is that what has been happening to you this entire time? The fucks have managed to find a way to make you their servant for eternity and you played right into their greedy hands the entire time? You grip your head in disbelief and feel the bile rising in your throat. “I haven’t!”

Dain scowls and lifts her hand before snapping. “The deal is done. May you suffer for eternity in the servitude of these humans.”

Dain’s tail drops you to the floor in a heap and you find yourself unable to move in shock. You’d lost. Namjoon had helped them all outsmart you and you were too hellbent on feeding to notice. A disgrace to demons of your caliber, you can only wonder what the rest of your life was going to be like. Your immediate thoughts are filled with the flashbacks of having your back thrown out in every way possible by each member and to your chagrin you shiver in anticipation.

“Disgusting.” Dain spits. “She is all yours now, human.” Dain disappears with a loud crackle and a cloud of smoke though the room was darkened before Dain’s entrance made it truly black. You doubt you’ll ever see her again which is kind of a good thing.

You put a hand to your mouth in wonder as you take stock of how different your body feels. You no longer feel comfortable in your skin. It feels as though you’ve been popped into a different body entirely. There’s no power flowing through your veins or deep within you being held back for future use. All you can feel is the constant thrumming of your own arousal deep within your belly as the mixture of Jungkook’s release and your own continues its way out of you.

“Are you ok?”

“Fuck off Jungkook.” You seethe, sitting up when he does. You eye him warily. “I see you’ve gotten your confidence back now that Dain is gone.”

“You aren’t a threat to us anymore.” He smirks, crouching down and taking your chin in his hand so you look into his eyes. “Be nice.”

“Whatever you say, Jungkook.” You chirp cheerfully and then gasp. To your horror the weight at your neck hasn’t left, if anything it has become even heavier.

He’s tucked himself back into his sweats but your eyes are zoned in where his cock would be resting, tempted to just reach forward and take him out again. He did mention cumming down your throat, surely he still plans on doing it? You wet your lips and gaze up with big eyes at his face, fingers clenching into the flooring when the corner of his lips lifts in a smirk but he doesn’t otherwise respond right away. Was he really going to deny you this?

He doesn’t say anything and pulls another phone from his pocket before sitting back on the couch. You’re quick to follow him on hands and knees without a second thought, sitting on your legs between his and resting your cheek on his muscular thigh. At the back of your mind you were screaming for him to touch you more, give you some sort of affection that would slow down the arousal that was starting to drive you mad. Was he going to expect you to sit here like some good little pet while he had a nice chat on the phone?!

“Hyung, it’s done.” Jungkook grins, running a finger along your jawline. You nuzzle your cheek into his thigh and close your eyes with a sigh of content. “The deal’s over and we got her.”

“I was worried we’d fucked up for a second there.” Namjoon sighs, running a hand through his hair and falling back onto his couch. He did have a back up plan in case this one failed but he was hoping he wouldn’t have to go through with it if it came to it.

“Jungkook,” You whine. He hushes you by pressing a thumb between your lips and you suck on it greedily, wanting nothing more than to show him how well you could please him if he would just slide those damn sweats down a little. You didn’t care who he was talking to at the moment. Just like Namjoon had said originally, they were able to change you into another sort of entity entirely. You were going to exist in a constant state of arousal only to be quenched by a member and only temporarily. You were going to live for them only and relish every second of it.

“Hey Hyung, what do you think of the name Seven?”

Prologue Jimin J-Hope Taehyung Yoongi Jin Namjoon

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WIP WEDNESDAY

Happy WIP Wednesday! I'm currently 12k into this chapter with four scenes left, so even with my upcoming weekend trip, I'm well ahead of schedule to post on the 15th.

For today's preview, let's see how Molly is doing after that big shake-up last chapter!

Mollymauk Tealeaf fully returned to consciousness while sitting in a bar in the middle of Hell and no that was not a euphemism.

It was a short-lived experience, his trip to Hell. He had time, after exchanging a quick series of thoughts to Lucien, to process that he was sitting at a table with Obann, Yasha, and the Laughing Hand like the set-up to the world’s worst joke, and that the people all around him were not Vasselheim locals judging by the brightly colored skin and horns and the way they set his blood on fire, and then suddenly, before he could fully comprehend why that was, he was thrust back into the frigid embrace of winter in the Vesper Timberlands like none of it had ever happened.

But it did.

And a lot more than that had happened- not that he could afford to think about it.

He must have looked a sight because upon arrival back at the makeshift camp, Ashley gave him an odd look and then immediately decided to light into Zerxus, which at least gave him a moment to compose himself. “What was that?”

“They got away.”

Molly’s heart pounded in his ears. He had been trapped in the Astral Sea being crushed by the weight of Cognouza for gods only knows how long- he had no context for what was going on while the Somnovem were fully in control of his body and if he thought about any of that too long, his legs would give out. He needed to focus on the present, listen to what Ashley said when he believed there weren’t any defiant ears close by and be objective about it, rather than panicking about what occurred when he wasn’t in control. Difficult- especially when all he wanted to do was find the nearest bush to puke and hyperventilate into- but not impossible.

“You absolute… motherfucker,” Ashley deadpanned, dragging a gloved hand across his face. “Now if we’re gonna corrupt this nexus, we’ve gotta use angelblood over here.”

“It has worked before,” Obann, standing so dangerously close to Yasha that it made something feral in Molly bare its teeth even while on the outside he remained completely vacant. “Jayne and I corrupted numerous nexus points close to fanes with the Orphanmaker.”

“Of course.” He approached Molly, muttering under his breath so low that the only reason it was heard was because he was actively listening. “Like I wanna do everything Jayne did.” He snapped his fingers in his face. “Yoohoo. Somnovem. How was Hell? Was it great?”

Molly, for no reason he fully understood, found it extremely easy not to blink. He simply tapped into whatever he was before he became Mollymauk- empty. Nothing bothered him, nothing was worth a reaction. There was no one at home behind these eyes at all. And all the while, curled up in a dark corner of his own head and feeling more like a parasite than the actual owner of this body, he begged please please buy it because I don’t have any other ideas besides grabbing Yasha and running.

Ashley leaned down into his space, his nose practically pressed into his. His breath smelled faintly of almonds. “Huh. Must be out to lunch.”

He leaned back and stepped away. “Fine. It was a nice idea, but it’s not like we really need to corrupt the nexus point right now anyway. We’re due at the Chantry of the Dawn in two days. Joni’s gonna get us the information on where the Crests are. We just need to figure out which one of these assholes has the tome, which we would’ve also gotten if someone hadn’t missed his mark.”

He shot another filthy look at Zerxus, who, through either geasa or a lack of interest, simply looked disaffected by the whole affair. Occasionally, he would steal glances Molly’s way and sweat began to bead at the back of his neck. He knows something.

How much time did he have to fake this before the Somnovem reconstituted themselves? Everything he and Lucien had exchanged in quick jolts had been primarily emotions and flashes of intent. There was no telling how long this would last and when it did, they were going to drag him back under and pin him beneath the rubble of their city and demand that he build it back up with only his dreams.

Gods, no wonder Lucien had been so terrified of them. Molly had never understood what it was like to truly fear the Somnovem until he was in their territory with no hope of escape. The idea that any moment they might show up again threatened to crack his veneer of emptiness.

Stay calm. Whatever you do.

He looked to Yasha- vacant, empty, operating fully on muscle memory. If he couldn’t stay strong for his own sake, then by gods, he needed to do it for her. He leapt into this unwinnable circumstance for her and Lucien had given him a chance to possibly pull a victory out of his ass where none had existed before. He owed it to everyone to be smart.

Ashley stalked off to tend to something, snapping his fingers to signal the Laughing Hand to follow him. Like a gargantuan, giggling hound, he fell into pace with him. The rest of the camp fell into an uneasy routine of awkward silence and Obann was so close to Yasha that Molly didn’t dare try to sidle closer to her, just for one brief bit of cold comfort.

Zerxus started to walk past him, but stopped just shy of passing him. The sheer size of him dwarfed Molly, blocking him from sight of the others and allowed the paladin to whisper, “I know you are present. I will not say anything unless I am asked. Do not give them a reason to ask me.”

Molly gave a barely perceptible jerk of his chin in a nod, his heart thudding in his chest.

“Jourrael killed a dwarf who was with your friends. I do not remember seeing her at the King’s Cage.”

Wake. It had to be Wake. Of course they would have gone to her to seek help. The urge to cry was almost impossible to choke back, but Molly was nothing if not an expert at delaying negative emotions. The break would be horrible when he could allow himself the time to feel them, but for now he only gave a little, pained exhale and then swallowed the rest.

“I am telling you this because I believe your tabaxi cleric can right a very old wrong for me. That is why I did everything I could to let them go. I cannot promise how much help I will be- I can only do what I am asked to do and what will I have to speak freely is through exploiting loopholes in the geas. It has been a long time with these monsters without anyone to speak to.”

He recognized the need in his dark brown eyes- a loneliness so powerful that it was smothering. Molly’s heart leapt into his throat at the realization that he wasn’t alone in the lion’s den. Yasha was unreachable, but someone, for as long as they could both lie through their teeth and the Somnovem were far away, would help him.

A horrible cry went up off in the distance, like something in pain, followed by the echo of a dozen mouths laughing in what sounded, uncomfortably, like relief. Molly didn’t understand what that meant at the time, but he felt a strong sense that it could only be a good thing. Another omen, another promise that it would be all right- that things were working in his favor.

Zerxus returned to his post at the edge of camp to keep watch for Ashley and the Laughing Hand’s return, leaving Molly, staring vacantly and feigning emptiness while his heart swelled with all the hope that Ashley saw fit to crush, kept safe for now.

I can do this.

#wip wednesday #cr fic #cr fanfic #you can't deny high noon #my writing

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happy74827 · 2 years

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Mind’s Eye

[S2!Spencer Reid x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: After finally getting a breather with your closest friend, who you hadn’t heard from in a few years, you start to realise the change that blossomed. {GIF Creds: reidgifs}.

WC: 1,598

Category: Fluff, Slight Lime/Steamy

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The elevator closed with a ding; a ding that brought the silence and uneasiness back into your lives, reminding you of the memorable moments of childhood torture. You hated it.

“So, uh,” you began, your nervous lip-licking tick, kick-starting once again. “You still like… poetry?”

“Poetry?”

You felt his eyes avert from the elevator doors, latching onto you. The tone of his voice could’ve been easily taken as snappy or even perhaps, rude-like, but you knew his personality. He was just baffled.

“You’re asking if I still read poetry?” His eyebrow rose towards the ceiling. His voice well containing that of voice cracks and confusion.

“W-well, I mean…”

“In order to get his hands on you, your biological father is currently victimizing your entire family and yet, you're concerned on whether I had continued to read poetry?” A slight chuckle escaped his lips, radiating that of incredulity.

“I’m just making conversation, Spencie.” You retorted.

“Yeah, I know that. It’s just…” He paused, “you’re talking about poetry.”

“What’s wrong with poetry?”

“Nothing is wrong with poetry, but we’re in an elevator. It’s a treasured piece of artwork in which special intensity is given to the expression of feelings and ideas by the use of distinctive style and rhythm.”

You blinked at his words. “So, is that a… yes?”

You weren’t this awkward with Spencer, not ever. Even when he showed up out of the blue, after years of not speaking to you, you’ve acted like the both of you had talked the day prior.

So, why? Why now? Why was sharing an elevator with him as awkward as waiting in the grocery line for your mom to grab the milk she had forgotten? Was it the fact that this was the first time you’re alone with him after all those years away? No coworkers to distract you from the obvious?

Spencer gave you an annoyed look, mumbling a quick yes, before turning his attention back towards the elevator doors. You were loosing him and the elevator was almost on your floor. If the two of you left the elevator now, especially like this, it would only get worse.

You had to do something… fast.

You found yourself flying besides him, hand reaching out subconsciously to push the electromagnetic brake. The elevator alarm quickly came into play and screeched into the both of your ears as the elevator came to a halt.

His attention was back on you quicker than a bolt of lightening. “What’re you doing?!”

“Spencer, what’s happening to us? We used to be so talkative…”

“You do realize there’s an estimated average of twenty-seven deaths per year due to—“

“Never mind that!” Your voice rose in volume, causing him to shut up immediately. You breathed out a sigh, collecting yourself, before starting again. “Spence, we’re… we’re never like this. What’s happening to us?”

He sighed tiredly. “It’s completely natural that we’re “awkward.” We haven’t seen each other in person in months, let alone years. We've come across new passions… new experiences… that formed ourselves to who we are today. We just need to catch up, that’s all.”

You could only scoff, crossing your arms. A frown etched onto your lips. “Yeah, but we weren’t awkward yesterday! We acted like our usual selves. It was like… something changed with us overnight.”

“It could be the realization that your biological father is well, in fact, alive. Due to your mind still processing the fact that your own father is committing these… crimes… it can lead one to fall succumbed to their own thoughts without letting in any others. In this case, even without realizing it.”

“You mean to tell me that I’m the reason we’re… awkward?” Your voice dropped low to a whisper, barely being heard over the elevator alarm.

But, at this point, he didn’t care to notice the ringing anymore. “You did bring up poetry.”

“I only brought it up because you used to read it to me!” You argued, “I thought reminiscing on childhood memories would help ease the tension.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Tension?”

“It’s not just me, you know, you’re silent too. You also don’t smile that much anymore, I’ve noticed.”

You witnessed him glancing off into the distance, a somber expression forming onto his face. Something had happened… something you shouldn’t have brought up.

Your eyes never left his. It only took a second…. a second for those loving childhood memories to speed through your mind. It was like a movie, replaying in his deep, chocolaty eyes.

Your first words to each other.

Your first hug.

Your first lunch together.

The first poem he shared and read from his book:

Annabel Lee by Edgar Allen Poe. Your favorite.

You didn’t speak, not a word. His eyes found yours again and did all the talking; every sparkle and every glisten spoke in the silent conversation.You found yourself reaching up for his tie, pulling it out of his beige colored vest. He only stared longingly at you, eyes full of solicitude.

A part of you was scared that you would ruin the relationship that you had built since college. Yet, the other, told you it was the beginning of a new chapter.

You wanted him.

You needed him.

With a final glance of assurance, you yanked his tie towards you, leveling his height with yours. His arms resided against your hips, bringing you in close. Again, no words were spoken as you closed the gap between the two of you. His lips were smooth, warm like silk out of the dryer.

In that kiss was the sweetness of passion, a million loving thoughts condensed into a single moment. At first, you were hesitant, as if the two of you were doing something you weren’t supposed to. But, with each passing second, the both of you grew more and more comfortable. Going deeper and deeper within the kiss; taking small amounts of breaths in between.

You found yourself being gently pushed against the wall, inches away from the elevator’s buttons. Spencer’s hands found themselves unclipping your hair clip, letting your hair fall loosely on your shoulders, before discarding it off to the side.

His tie was still in your hand at this point, hanging loose around his neck. The other hand had latched onto his waist with unsurenesss of what to do.

You were kissing him…

You were kissing Spencer — fucking — Reid.

And man, was it amazing.

Just as his lips moved downwards towards your jawline, realization had dawned.

“Spence,” you muttered in between breaths, “we’re still in the elevator.

Much to your dismay, he listened — rather easily at that — and slowly retracted his lips away. It left an unbearable numbness etching throughout your entire body but mostly your lips. It’s been only one kiss — a few milliseconds apart — and yet, you needed him like an addict.

The elevator started once again with a jolt, shaking the entire box like an earthquake. If it wasn’t for Spencer’s firm grasp on your waist, you would've fallen face-flat on the marble.

The two of you didn’t have a chance to get words out until the doors flew open with another ding. No one was around, surprisingly, leaving an empty hallway for you to walk through.

Spencer had long-dropped your waist and was already halfway out of the elevator leaving you to follow in pursuit, a nervous laugh exiting your throat.

The two of you walked side by side down the hall, both staring awkwardly at the floor. Spencer’s hands were stuffed into the pockets of his trousers, his unadjusted tie swinging back and forth as he walked.

You wanted to say something — anything about the moment you’ve shared in the elevator, but you kept quiet. He looked rather peaceful despite the silence.

Alas, you both reached your room. You let out an awkward laugh once more when Spencer rested against the wall, his eyes studying your every move as you took out the room key.

“I uh… think I left your hair clip in the elevator.” He finally spoke up, his voice cracking up an octave. “I can - uh - go back and g-get it for you, i-if you’d like?“

“It’s okay,” you spoke with a smile, noting how nervous and trembled he had gotten within a few minutes, “I have a lot.”

He nodded along, clearly not knowing what else to say as you unlocked the door in front of him. With a simple nudge, the door opened to reveal the small room that was exactly how you left it. Your suitcases resided by the door, clothes crammed and unfolded inside.

“So… see you in the morning, Spencie?” The nickname rolled off your tongue in a pleading manner. Your heel turning to face him.

You still wanted him, badly. It was bluntly obvious to the both of you. To have Spencer to grab hold of your face, his tongue forcing through, leaving it to collide in sync with yours. His body, gently pushing you inside. His leg closing the door with a kick. The loud bang echoing throughout the crappy hotel room.

His hands finding his tie, throwing it to the side along with his glasses. Lips never sundering. His hands finding their way back to your face, tugging you even closer.

As much as you wanted — needed him, it wasn’t the Spencer you knew.

The Spencer you knew hadn’t moved from the wall with eyes staring back at you with admiration. He wasn’t one for action.

“Yeah,” He muttered, his voice barely above a whisper, “good night.”

#spencer reid #dr spencer reid #spencer #criminal minds #spencer reid x reader #spence #spencer x reader #matthew gray gubler #mgg #derek morgan #jason gideon #hotch #hotchner #aaron hotchner #reader #x reader

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chenziee · 2 years

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More than a battleship

For Law's birthday, I present to you: cheese.

I actually posted this (sort of) on time for his birthday on AO3 but I was waiting to actually proof it before posting here xD I'm not a total disappointment to myself hahahaha

Happy birthday, Law! Luffy loves you and I do too 🖤❤

[ Read on AO3 | Ko-Fi ]

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Law didn’t particularly care about his birthday. Maybe once, a long time ago, when his parents and Lammy would throw him small birthday parties while being much more excited about it than Law himself… maybe back then he did care.

But at 26 years old he was ready to admit he would really rather do anything other than be forced to sit awkwardly at a table while people sang a stupid song and congratulated him for being one year closer to death. Telling him to blow out candles on cakes that he wasn’t even going to eat. Giving him stupid gifts that he did not want and being obligated to act like he liked them.

His crew was forced to understand and accept that about him early on and they soon settled for a comfortable middle ground of a fancier-than-usual dinner and Law pretending he’s not noticing the books, collector coins, and small stuffed animals of all things mysteriously appearing in his room all throughout the day.

That was how his birthday was supposed to go this year as well.

Key word: supposed to.

“Torao!! We’re here!”

But Law really wasn’t counting on Straw Hat and his crew of idiots to somehow—likely courtesy of Penguin and his inability to keep a secret—catch wind of the news of his upcoming birthday. And he certainly wasn’t counting on them changing their own course, basically turning the Thousand Sunny around to instead follow Law’s vivre card all the way to the middle of the fucking ocean.

He would never understand what was wrong with these people.

“Oh, there you are!”

Law sighed when Straw Hat’s head popped into his room through the open door, that stupid bright grin of his firmly in place on his face when he strode in like owned the place. Seriously…

Law wasn’t sure why he was even surprised at this point.

“Straw Hat-ya,” Law said, slamming the book he was reading shut to instead look at the man who was currently jumping on his bed.

The very same bed that Law was currently sitting in.

Straw Hat snickered when he landed on the soft covers—and right on top of Law’s knees. He didn’t pay any attention to Law’s wince or his annoyed glare; instead, he beamed up at Law, his big expressive eyes blinking up at him innocently.

“Torao~” he sang. “I missed you!”

“We saw each other last week,” Law stated matter-of-factly.

“Still!” Straw Hat insisted, a pout on his lips.

It didn’t last long though, his lips soon stretching into an easy smile once more as he shuffled forward, crawling over Law’s legs and up on the bed until he was close enough to press a loud kiss to Law’s cheek.

The corner of Law’s lips twitched upwards as he raised one of his hands, his fingers stroking Luffy’s cheek gently to guide him closer, until their lips connected in a proper kiss.

“Why didn’t you tell me it was going to be your birthday?” Luffy asked quietly once they separated.

“Because it doesn’t matter.” Law sighed, rolling his eyes for good measure as he relaxed against the headboard.

Straw Hat was quiet for a moment while he regarded Law—staring at his face, searching his eyes for something… until he shrugged, turning around to flop against the headboard next to Law, his head coming to rest on Law’s shoulder where he leaned against his boyfriend. “Your loss. I’m taking your portion of Sanji’s desserts.”

“Suit yourself,” Law replied, huffing in amusement. It wasn’t like Law was a huge fan of sweets anyway—although he had to admit Black Leg’s cooking was amazing…

Oh well.

He could live without those entirely too fancy mini-cakes—or whatever they were planning to make—just this once. Especially if he was going to get a smile this wide, this blinding in return.

…He really was turning into a sap.

How embarrassing.

Closing his eyes so he didn’t have to look at Straw Hat’s face anymore, Law let his head fall back to rest against the wall, taking a deep breath. He couldn’t help but remember the last time someone accepted his utter lack of care for this day without question or trying to argue.

Fourteen years.

Fourteen years ago today, Cora-san shook his head and laughed. He had simply ruffled Law’s hair with a smile, then went on with his day—except the day was not spent planning another pointless hospital trip. Instead, Cora-san had taken Law to a nearby town, making sure he spent as much time with Law as he could; taking him for lunch and shopping, all of which the navy had unknowingly paid for. Or maybe Doflamingo had. Law didn’t know, didn’t ask, and didn’t care.

He still had the anatomical heart keychain he found on his pillow the next day.

Law was brought back to the present when Luffy suddenly sat up, digging his elbow deep into Law’s side in the process.

“I nearly forgot!” Straw Hat said before he stretched one of his arms to reach the foot of the bed. Law hadn’t even noticed the small bag that was lying there—he could only assume Luffy had carelessly tossed it aside when he threw himself on the bed earlier.

Law watched on without a word while Luffy’s arm snapped back to place, the item he was searching for now in his grasp. It didn’t even take a second for the careful paper wrapping to be unceremoniously ripped off to reveal… a book?

“I didn’t take you for a book person,” Law noted with amusement.

“Hey, I could read if I wanted to!” Luffy said defiantly, shooting Law an unhappy look.

“I’m sure you could,” Law replied with a raised eyebrow and a smirk on his lips.

“Torao, don’t be mean,” Straw Hat whined. “It’s not my fault reading is boring. Though I do kinda wanna read this, I can see why you like it. It looks pretty fun.” He was now looking at the book with interest, flipping through the pages easily—sometimes stopping to look at a page, sometimes even going back to check something that had caught his eye.

It was… a curious sight. Law honestly never expected Luffy to look so engaged with a book even while simply giving it a quick look, much less a book that he claimed Law liked. All the books Law read and liked were either medical ones or novels with a lot of pages and small print. In other words, books that someone like Luffy, who didn’t care even for newspaper articles that didn’t involve anyone he knew, likely wouldn’t even attempt to start before declaring them boring.

“So, what is it?” Law asked after a while, when it looked like Luffy was about to flip to the very first page to actually start reading for real.

Luffy froze at his words, blinking once, twice, before he turned to stare at Law. It took a few seconds for his hand to come up to slap at his forehead while his face scrunched up into an adorable expression. “Shit, sorry. I got into it,” he apologised sheepishly, making Law’s eyebrows shoot up. “It’s for you, actually.”

Law frowned. “Why?”

“Because! Look!” Luffy said instead of actually replying. His eyes were full of excited sparks when he turned to Law, shoving the book so far in his face that Law couldn’t make anything out except… colours.

“You know people can’t see what you’re showing them if you go and poke their eyes out with it, right?” Law asked.

A snicker was his only response. He wasn’t expecting anything less.

Huffing in amusement, Law grabbed for the book… then immediately froze when he recognised the colourful script of the title, as well as the figure of a hero with his faithful seagull and robot side-kick. He studied the letters, the faces, his fingers gently running over the crisp cover. With the pages slightly yellowed, it was obvious the book was quite old—even without knowing it came out over 20 years ago—and yet, it was in pristine condition; never read, likely never even opened before now.

Law felt like he was looking at a miracle.

His heart was beating fast and he was sure his eyes were comically wide when they slowly rose up from the very first volume of Sora, Warrior of the Sea to look at Luffy.

“Glad you like it,” Luffy laughed when he saw the look Law was giving him.

Law only clicked his tongue and looked away. “I’m a bit old for comics, Straw Hat-ya.”

“Says who?” Luffy asked as he tilted his head to the side in genuine confusion.

Law didn’t have an answer.

And so, he simply looked back at the comic book in his hands, gingerly opening it to flip through just like Luffy had earlier. He couldn’t help the smile that pulled on his lips when a wave of nostalgia hit him at the sight of the familiar art, familiar characters, familiar scenes. He had nearly forgotten some of them but a single glance had it all coming back—the banter, the fights, the cool weapons…

It was only when he got to the very last page that he noticed something more.

“Where did you get this?” he asked, not even hiding his awe. “It’s the first edition.”

Law didn’t tear his eyes away from the page and yet, he could feel Luffy’s wide smile and warm gaze anyway. It took a second for him to reply, his voice soft and barely above whisper. “Sanji said you liked it so I asked him about it and he said his family got copies. I asked his sister if she still has them.”

“You do realise Nami-ya would kill me for this, right? This thing is probably worth a few hundred thousand beri. Or more.”

Now it was Luffy’s turn for his eyes to widen. “For a comic book?!”

Law hummed. “It’s the first volume, first edition, unused, in pristine condition,” he said matter-of-factly even though he knew it probably wouldn’t make any sense to Luffy. “If we could prove the real Germa 66 owned it, add a few more zeroes on top of that.”

Luffy gulped loudly when Law finished, his gaze dropping to stare at the innocent looking item in Law’s lap. “Let’s not tell her.”

There was finality and such fear in his voice that Law couldn’t help but laugh. Leave it to Straw Hat to carelessly throw around things worth more than an entire battleship. Or five, if they threw in a photo of Stealth Black.

Too bad Black Leg had destroyed the raid suit.

Although… Law had to silently admit he might not have been able to part with this even so.

“In any case, I’m really happy you like it,” Luffy said as he turned over on the bed, ending up basically lying on top of Law. Blinking up at him with those large, honest eyes. “Happy… not-birthday?” he added then, his words sounding uncertain but accompanied by that wide, impossibly bright grin of his and Law—

Laughed.

The sound bubbled out of his chest so easily, so naturally, that Law had to wonder where it was even coming from. He didn’t remember the last time he laughed this way.

But… looking at Luffy, at the light dusting of a blush on his cheeks, at the stars dancing in his eyes, at the way his breath visibly hitched…

Maybe he should let himself laugh this freely more.

A smile still playing on his lips, Law reached out, letting his fingers gently touch Luffy’s cheek—letting them slide over his soft skin until they buried in that soft hair, tilting his face slightly upwards. Their eyes met and Law felt like he was drowning in those dark, soft brown eyes. In that gaze that made him feel so safe, so warm, so loved… that it was almost impossible to bear.

Impossible to bear, yet impossible to live without; like a moth to flame, Law was sinking deeper and deeper by the second into the feelings this man, this absolute menace was stirring inside him with every kiss, with every shared moment, with every breath.

And the moment their lips connected once more, the simple, soft touch sending shivers down Law’s spine, he thought…

Maybe it was fine to let himself sink, just for today.

It was his birthday, after all.

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