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lxvxwritings · 2 years ago

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Eren, my friend...

Pairing: Eren x reader

Word count: 4k

Summary: Your boyfriend doesn’t acknowledge your presence, but Eren does, and he was going to do anything to make you leave him.

Themes: CHEATING READER (with Eren), modern au, afab!reader, mentions of getting high and weed

Tw: infidelity (i don’t condone cheating, DON’T cheat, but eren’s so fine… and also don’t stay with people that treat you less that you deserve, pls <3), size kink, marking, nipple play, dry humping, thigh riding, oral (m and f receiving), cum eating, rough sex, vaginal penetration, cream pie, dirty talk, daddy kink, degradation, praising, name calling (whore, slut), pet names (princess, baby…)

Your boyfriend was on the couch at your side not paying you any attention. You wanted to see him and he didn’t want to move, so you, as always, went to see him at his house. There was a shitty show on the tv that your boyfriend loved to watch while he was high. And he was high all the time, he preferred to smoke than to see you. And you knew it, but you decided to stay with him because you didn’t want more stress in your life, and going through a break up right now didn’t sound good. It was egotistical, but you didn’t give a shit at this point.

You went through your text messages and saw that Eren wrote to you. That bastard… he knew he was so fine that he could have any girl he wanted, but he texted you. You knew him for years now and he was always telling you to leave your boyfriend, that he didn’t deserve you, and he was right. He didn’t deserve the woman you were, you needed someone that treated you the way a woman should be treated.

You looked at your boyfriend and tried to make a conversation with him.

“Hey, baby.” You said with a sweet voice, but he didn’t even look at you. You touched his arm to get his attention and the only thing he did was to move his arm so you were not touching him. You huffed, you were tired of being ignored. You crossed your arms and tried not to text Eren right now, but you knew that was not going to be possible. Your boyfriend was laughing alone watching the shitty programme while smoking a blunt, not even asking you if you wanted some. You were tired of his shit.

You looked at your phone again and clicked on Eren’s message. Wanna hang out today? sent 17:12. R u with your shitty boyfriend again? sent 17:25

You sighed and answered him. Where do you wanna go? sent 17:45

The response came faster that you thought, not even two minutes passed by. I’ll pick you up, do you wanna watch something in my house? sent 17:46

A smile appeared on your face. I’m at my boyfriend’s, you know the address? Sure sent 17:47

I’ll be there in 15 mins, wait for me outside. sent 17:47

You waited patiently until it was time, you said your boyfriend goodbye and he didn’t dare to look at you, he was in his own world, and sooner rather than later, you were not going to be in it.

You waited outside his house and saw Eren coming in his car to pick you up. You almost ran when you saw him and didn’t hesitate at all to get into his car.

“Ready, darling?” said Eren with his beautiful and playful smile. You smiled at him, looking at his beautiful emerald eyes. Yes, you were ready to leave behind that bitch. He looked at his front again and started to drive home.

“Are you going to leave him?” “Yes, not now, but maybe tomorrow or in some days. I want to think that he will try to see me or fight for me, but I think we both know that’s not going to happen.” You knew Eren was impatient for you to leave him, but now he was rather serious. “I want you to be happy, and he’s not doing it. You cried more being with him than when you were single.” He was right, but you didn’t want to think about it.

The ride went by so fast that you thought you teletransported. Opening the door of his house, he put his hand on the small of your back, and guided you to his couch. You started to get butterflies in your stomach. You didn’t have a crush on him, right? I mean, you couldn’t think about that, but he made you so happy… only with a look he had you on your knees. But also, you knew that he was out of your league, he was a Greek god and there wasn’t a girl that didn’t have a crush on him. You both sat down, and he started to bring snacks and drinks for you to have. “What do you want to watch?” “Literally, I don’t care.”

He put the first thing he saw, it was going to be in the background while you talked, so it didn’t matter that much.

“I thought you couldn’t look any more beautiful, but look at you today.” He said with a grin. You knew you were red, and a little smile appeared on your face while looking at your shoes. You didn’t want to look at him because you will literally melt. “Thank you Eren, but you don’t have to lie.”

Eren’s face was contorted into a idontknowwhatyouaretalkingabout face. “What are you talking about?”

“I mean, look at you, why are you telling me this?”

“Because you are.” his face was dead serious. He wasn’t lying.

“Being so much with him melted your brain, princess?”

You looked at him with wide eyes. But the hot on your cheeks was not going away anytime soon.

“You deserve someone that makes you feel beautiful and worthy, and who’ll be better than me?”

You laughed in his face, thinking that he was joking, as always. But he wasn’t. You looked at him again with big eyes. His hand caressed your cheek, and he left his hand in there, feeling you. “I could make you so happy, baby. You just have to give me a chance.”

You knew Eren was a beast in bed but you didn’t know if he was a good lover. With all probability, he was. He was faithful to death and always treated you like a princess. Your brain was going a thousand kms per hour. You didn’t know what to do. You wanted to kiss him and for him to fuck you until you didn’t know your name. You wanted him to do whatever he wanted. And you were here for it.

You got closer and closer until finally, your lips crashed in a rushed kiss. Eren grabbed your hips and made you straddle him, never stop kissing. Your hand moved to the back of his head, and little by little strands of his hair came out of his man bun he made everyday. His tongue was playing with your lips, asking for permission to finally taste you whole. You obliged and opened your mouth for him. Your tongue was playing with his, exploring every inch of his mouth you could, not stopping any minute to breathe.

Your hips were slowly moving in his lap, getting both of you some friction. You moaned in Eren’s mouth because of the pleasure of his dick rubbing your pussy. Eren took advantage of your open mouth to place his tongue deeper inside of you. His hands were roaming from your hips to your waist, repeatedly. Your hand intertwined in his hair, finally letting him free from the bun he had perfectly made this morning. His hair fell in his face, and he was beautifully framed by his long and dark hair.

Your hips couldn’t stop moving, and every now and then you moaned, not wanting to hold back, and even if you wanted you couldn’t stop, it felt so nice you wanted to be like this forever. And if the friction was that good, imagine what could happen when he fucked you sensless like all this women claimed.

He separated from your lips to look at you. “You look so beautiful, fuck. Are you feeling how hard you are getting me?” You couldn't say anything but moan at his words. He kissed your neck, starting at the top, behind your ears. His hands were in your back, pulling you closer to him, even though that was impossible. You were so tiny in comparison to him and that made him go feral. His lips and tongue were tracing your neck, leaving marks behind. He left hickeys in the front, where everyone could see. You didn’t care that your boyfriend could see them, in fact you wanted him to know that you were Eren and Eren’s only. He passed his tongue after leaving the marks to soothe the pain.

“‘want you to ride my thigh, would you do that for me?” He said it in his deep and lustful voice that made you do anything he wanted while looking at you with blown lust pupils. You nodded and he helped you to take your pants off. He was fully clothed and pretended to be like this, so you could grind yourself on his jeans, getting even more friction. He discarded your pants somewhere in his living room and left you with your thong.

He pressed his finger in your clothes pussy and you whined. You were soaked. He could smell you from his seated position. Slowly, he took them off, and with his index finger he made a trail from your entrance to your clit. He had a grin on his face the whole time, he was having so much fun. He licked his finger while looking at you and you almost fainted. He looked so fucking good and your pussy started almost dripping.

“You taste heavenly.” He said while kissing your tummy and caressing your waist. He then placed you between his leg and pressed you down. “Mmmmph” that’s all you could say.

“So whiny just from sitting on my leg, you’re so desperate.” he was so unfair, and that just turned you on even more. He was so fucking hot you wanted to eat his dick until he came hard on your throat.

“Move for me.” and you obliged, not wanting to wait more. Your hips started to move slowly at first, you were a little shy and he knew it. He wanted to see you flustrated. He wasn’t going to help you get off, but before letting you have fun, he pulled up your shirt (luckily for you, you were not wearing any bra) and made you bite it, so he could see your beautiful tits move with every move on your hips. Your hands were in his legs, trying not to fall. Your nipples were hard from the friction on your shirt before, and with the cold air were still perky, ready to be sucked. But Eren was mean, and he wasn’t going to give you that satisfaction, not yet.

Your clit was rubbing perfectly in his jeans and he was adoring his view, with his arms crossed behind his head. Your spit was slowly dripping on your shirt. “You’re making a fucking mess, so fucking desperate to get off? Pathetic.” And you moaned even higher. He was making you so fucking wet. There was a stain in his jeans and it was going to be bigger. “Look at you, trying to get off by yourself. How many times were you dreaming this?” and he emphasized the sentence by clenching his leg, giving you extra friction. “MMMPH” that all you could mutter. Your eyes were closed, but you opened them just to see his beautiful face, with his long hair and that scene almost made you cum. “Fuck, what a slut you are. Are you having fun there using me?” And your eyes went to the back of your head while desperately riding his leg. You didn’t know you were into degrading, but holy shit, that was so hot. You whined while going faster, riding his leg like a bitch in heat. He was clenching his thigh from time to time to help you reach your orgasm. Finally, with a loud whimper, you came, making a mess in his thigh. He then, grabbed you and let you to his room.

He placed you in your bed, sitting in front of his crotch. You were so fucking horny and you wanted to suck the life our of him. You palmed his erection through his jeans and kissed it. His hand was on your hair, caressing you. “So sweet for me.” You looked up at him and whined again, you didn’t know you could get to whiny. You bit your bottom lip while looking him in the eyes and undoing his belt. When the belt was done, you took off his trousers and his underwear. And oh my fucking god, he was huge.

“Open your mouth.” And you opened your mouth to him. He placed two of his fingers in your mouth, making you gag in his long and big fingers. You were still looking at him as if you were in a trance and he couldn’t control himself. He pushed his fingers deeper, preparing you for his big and fat cock. Your spit started to gather on the corner of your lips and soon started to drool into your tits. He pushed his fingers in and out of you a couple of times before grabbing in dick and stroking himself while looking at you.

“See how hard you make me, princess? You’re all mine.” You nodded and he smiled at you. His dick twitched at your beautiful face. His tip was leaking precum and you, as his good girl, licked it clean. The tip of your tongue pressed lightly against his slit and he hissed at the sensation. His hand on your hair tightened a little bit. You moved it in circles, never leaving the tip. Your hand was playing with his balls while the other was caressing his dick. His long, thick and veiny dick was a sight to behold. You grabbed his dick with your right hand and smeared the precum and your spit in your lips, never stopping looking at him. His mouth was a little agape, looking at you in awe. His little slut. Your juices were dripping on his bedsheets and your cunt was clenching from the view. Eren with his long hair down made you have impure thoughts.

Your mouth opened again to welcome his member in your warm mouth, and he let out a breathy moan. He threw his head back from the pleasure and your tongue started to work on his shaft again. You were bobbing your head back and forth and taking more of him little by little. Your tongue playing with him too. One of your hands was masturbating the part of his dick you couldn’t get in your throat while the other was playing with his balls.

“AH.” he thrusted more into your throat, he wanted to feel his big cock contracting in it. The combo was making him crazy, you were making him crazy. “You suck cock so fucking well, I’ll make sure that, no- no one gets to try it ever a-again.” His moans were getting higher every time. You loved how he had no shame and was so vocal. His pretty voice was getting strained from the pleasure and you swallowed more of him. He started to thrust in your mouth, chasing his high, but he wasn’t going to cum in your mouth, not today.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” He stopped and pushed you a little to get his cock out of your mouth. “Want you to cum in my mouth.” you said to him with big puppy eyes. “As much as I want to, I’m going to fill you up full of my cum until it’s dripping out of your pussy.” Your eyes widened and your pussy clench at his words. Without another word grabbed you from your waist and laid you down on his bed.

He towered over you, and his arms were on each side of your head. He lowered himself to kiss you one more time. His kisses were demanding and you couldn’t stop the thoughts of other women getting the same treatment that you were getting now. But you discarded that feeling, now you had to enjoy every second that you could with this man right there.

His arms were flexed, supporting his weight trying not to crush you and you couldn’t help but to touch them. He was strong, everybody knew that, but touching his clenched arms made you even wetter, and he knew it. Both of your spit was drooling into your chin, Eren’s tongue was discovering all of your mouth again. Your hand was on the back of his head, grabbing some of his hair that was framing his gorgeous face.

He separated himself from your mouth and a string of saliva was connecting you two. He smirked with his mischievous smile that got all the girls wet, and his mouth trailed down to your cleavage. His hand roamed the valley of your breast while his tongue was making his way towards your nipples.

“So fucking beautiful. Look at these tits, all mine.” And after that, the tip of his tongue was playing with your left nipple. “Ah, Eren…”. You were a mess, so wet and so horny. Eren’s tongue continued playing with your nipple while slightly biting it. “Fuck, more!” You wanted everything of him. And he obliged, biting again and soothing the little pain he caused you with his warm tongue. The right hand was playing with your other boob, not wanting to leave you unattended. He was twisting and flicking it and you were going to cum.

“Eren, Eren… gonna cum.”

“Your nipples are so sensitive… I'm gonna have fun with you.” And again that beautiful and mischievous smile of his. He didn’t stop playing with them and he wasn’t going to stop anytime soon.

“Eren…”

“Tell me, my slut.”

Fuck, you craved his dick inside your wet pussy. You needed him or you were going to combust.

“Mmmphh, p-please, Eren, please.” You couldn’t think, your brain was like mush, you didn’t have any coherent thoughts, only his dick. His fingers were flicking your nipples and your hand started to travel to your clit, you needed some friction. But Eren stopped your hand midway.

“What do you think you’re doing, mh? Use your words.”

“Please.”

“Use your words or I’ll stop,”

“Fuck me Eren, I need your big cock inside my fucking pussy, pleasee.”

“That’s my girl. That wasn’t that hard, was it?”

He laughed, and he gave you what you craved. He took off his shirt first, and you could see his abs, the most beautiful boy ever. Your eyes half closed because you were so, so horny that that’s the only thing you could do. He took two fingers and wetted them in your juices, so he could stroke his dick better. You moaned desperately. Finally, he took his dick with one hand, while the other hand was at the side of your head, and placed the tip of his dick in your entrance. He was going slow, because he was big, and didn’t want to hurt you, but you were so wet that it wasn’t a problem.

You both moaned at the sensation. Your wetness involving his dick, and you clenched your pussy at the sensation.

“Fuck, do that again.” And you did it. You clenched your pussy for him, making him moan in response. His pace was slow but steady, ready to destroy your pussy whenever you were ready.

“Eren, faster, please, please, please.” You chanted the last word like your life depended on it. “I’m gonna destroy your pussy, is that what a whore like you wants? Fuck.” And his strokes got faster and harder.

“AH YESYESYESYES.” your head was backwards and your mouth was in a o shape. Every thrust he gave made you moan, the harder they were the higher the moan. Your hands were clenching his sheets, his hair was falling in your face. You were in heaven. He was fucking you so hard, you needed his dick like that, you wanted more and more.

“I feel you clenching, going to cum for me? For daddy? I can feel my dick inside of you” And he pressed one hand in your tummy to feel the outline of his dick inside of you.

Oh my god. You were going to die of pleasure. His deep voice dirty talking to you got your pussy gushing with your sweetness. “Yes, daddy, fuck me more, I’m gonna come!”

His thumb was circling your little clit, giving you the extra friction you needed to cum on Eren’s cock. After some seconds you came hard, with a cry and your eyes closed. His thrust didn’t stutter, he was giving you what you deserved. Your pussy was wetter than ever and even you thought that was impossible. You got sensitive but didn’t want to stop. Eren got your legs and put them on his shoulders, folding you into his bed. That new position allowed him to fuck you deeper and harder. “S-s too m-much!”

“You fucking love it, don’t you? Love it when I fuck you deep and hard, giving you all my cum.”

His hips were starting to stutter, he was so close, your pussy made just for him, so tight and warm, he was going to fill you up to the brim. “I’m going to cum inside that pussy.” You were begging him to, and he wasn’t going to deny you that.

After some more thrusts, he spilled his cum inside of you. You felt how he filled you entirely. His breath was uneven, but oh, he wanted to do it again. He took his dick out of you and you whined, because you felt so empty without him inside of you…

But he wasn’t finished. He got down on you and started to eat you out. His cum was mixed with your arousal and he moaned at the flavour. “Eren, oh fuck.” He started to lick you clean, not leaving anything behind. He folded your legs again, to have more access to his sweet pussy. His tongue on your entrance was going in and out, getting everything inside of you in his tongue. Swallowing everything. He was so vocal the vibrations were sending you to the edge again. After everything was clean, he played with your clit again, making you cum all over his face, and oh god didn’t he love that.

“Eren...” your voice was tired and filled with lust. He got up from below you and kissed you eagerly again. His tongue filled with both of your cum, salty and tangy, all together. You moaned at the taste. Making out like this was something you would’ve never guessed. And you loved it.

“Please, baby, break up with your boyfriend.” Eren said between kisses. Your boyfriend wasn’t even on your mind, but that was the signal you needed to break up with that asshole.

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lalal-99 · 7 months ago

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of dirty cheats {h.j.} | track 6

©July 2023, June 2024 by lalal-99

Han Jisung x afab!reader | trope: slice of life, coming of age | word count: 5.8k

Synopsis: The one where you're hungover and visit home.

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You woke up the following day with the sun shining in your face and your head spinning.

Nausea overtook you within seconds, so you rushed one hand to your temple in an attempt to massage the pain away. It lifted some of the discomfort while also shielding your irises from the light, but it was hardly enough. Every effort to get up got cut short when you noticed Jisung’s arm snug around your waist, holding you close. It took you a couple of seconds to untangle one arm and reach for your alarm on the bedside table.

7 am. You shouldn’t have gone out yesterday.

Five more minutes of dozing and some careful wriggling later, you sat up, taking a moment to asses your state. The initial urge to throw up subsided once you came to a standing, although you still moved with care. It wouldn’t have been the first time, your initial assessment was completely off.

Your whole body was in a state of freezing, even once you had gotten dressed. Slipping yesterday’s clothes back on, you snatched one of your boyfriend’s hoodies, so you wouldn’t catch a cold on your way to your place. Also, your mini-skirt was too mini to be considered everyday attire. The length of the hoodie would shield most unwanted attention to your exposed legs.

Worry spread in your veins when you noticed Felix’s empty bed while gathering your belongings.

After the party Jisung and you had decided to sleep over at his place for convenience. It was distinctly closer, and you needed to get him into bed sooner rather than later. Which turned out to be tougher than expected. He had quite a lot to drink as the night progressed, so you stayed with him. Felix hadn’t made it home after your run-in in the bedroom back at the frat house, and his absence filled you with concern. He couldn’t have been avoiding you on purpose, could he?

“Baby?”

You turned to your hoarse boyfriend, whose eyes remained shut as he searched for your body next to him.

“I’m here. You alright?”

“I don’t know. Ask me in two hours when I’m all caught up on sleep.” After about 4 hours of actual rest, you weren’t doing much better than him on the tiredness scale. Still, you were up, and he— wasn’t.

“You’re not going to your class this morning?”

A sarcastic chuckle and Jisung rolled over, pulling the blanket deeper into his face.

“Can you close the blinds before you leave?”

You did so after slipping into your shoes. It annoyed you that Jisung was skipping class—this habit being one reason his grades had suffered back in High School. Yet, there was nothing you could truly do about it. He was in no state to tend to anything but his sleep deprivation, and you knew how he could get when overtired. After all, you were driving back home later today. You figured he would be less annoying once he had caught up on at least some of his sleep.

“I’ll be back at 10 to pick you up. Can you be ready by then?”

“Sure.” You knew there wouldn’t be a further answer, his mind already dozing off again. You left the room to be on time for your own morning lecture. One of you had to be responsible, after all.

The morning progressed so slowly, it was painful.

By the time you reached your class, you had somewhat woken up. A very intended goal, achieved by two double shots of espresso and a cold shower. Although your headache never truly left you, you made it through the first two hours of the day. Turned out, Jisung wasn’t the only one skipping morning classes today. About a third of the chairs in the lecture hall remained empty, thanks to Jackson and his gift of throwing amazing parties.

Unfortunately, that third also included Yuqi. Without her and her endless chatter about the latest trends or her latest crush, it was harder to stay awake. You must have dozed off half a dozen times, so you might as well have stayed in bed after all.

The anticipation of home was the one things that helped you power through. It had only been about two weeks since your move, though you already missed your family like crazy. This, by far, was the longest time you had been away from them. Ever. The thought of walking your hometown streets again was the light at the end of the tunnel— in this case Macroeconomics 101.

You must have mentioned your excitement about visiting home countless times to Jisung. So, why was it that when you reentered his dorm three hours after leaving, he hadn’t moved at all?

“Dang it, Jisung, you said you’d be ready by 10.”

“Why are you mad? I’m perfectly on time.”

“It’s 10:05, and you are still in bed. Unshowered.”

“I’m getting up already.” Your annoyance rubbed off on him, his tone raspy from alcohol, lack of sleep and irritation. “Don’t get your panties in a bunch.”

Said panties, mind you, the same ones he couldn’t wait to get into the night before. He definitely hadn’t sounded so frustrated at you then.

You suppressed a scolding reply, aware of how it held power to start a full-on fight, making you even less on time. It took a lot of willpower to push the urge to confront your boyfriend about his choice of words down.

Stumbling out of bed, Jisung picked up some fresh clothes and his shower gel, before leaving with mumbled sounds of disapproval. A heavy reek of sleep and alcohol veiled the room despite the open window, so you moved closer to it. The nausea, yet again, vanished.

You ran your hand down your tired face, letting your bag fall onto his sheets.

“Is he always in a mood when he’s hungover?”

You sighed, “It’s really frustrating.”

Felix nodded, letting his phone fall onto his pillow. You could feel his eyes lingering on you, lip caught between his teeth and his leg bouncing, restless. It didn’t take more than a glimpse from your peripheral vision to identify his mood. Tired, nervous. Anxious. Of course, you knew what he was biting his tongue about. Remembering his shock and angst when you had walked in on him yesterday, it surprised you, he even spoke to you. And you were even more surprised when he was the first to mention it.

“Y/N?” You met his glances with a kind smile, leaning up against the wall. “I wanted to talk to you about something. About what happened— yesterday, actually.”

“You mean when I walked in on you?” His earrings dangled along to his nod. You swore you heard his heart pounding through his chest.

“I was wondering... If you— whether you saw—” He struggled to find the right words to voice his question before giving himself a push. “Exactly how much did you see?”

“Well,” you started, getting up and walking over to his bed to join him. Having this conversation with him called for physical proximity. “I saw you in bed. Naked, and with someone. With—” You cut yourself off, sending him a comforting smile. Felix’s face was about as white as fresh snow. By the time you ended your sentence, fear clouded his irises, “A boy.”

A tear slipped out of his eye and into his lap as he stared at his hands. He was avoiding your gaze, so you brought your hand to his back, rubbing him through his shirt. Hopefully consoling him. You could feel his shallow breaths become steadier, so your comfort must have worked in some ways.

It took him a few more deep breaths to speak up, your silence helping him voice his thoughts.

“I haven’t really told anyone. Ever.”

When he turned to face you, you saw a hint of dread in his eyes. As though he was expecting a negative reaction to his revelation. Or that you’d out him to everyone. Had it been anyone else, that assumption would have hurt you. Though you figured this reaction was only fair, coming from him. He barely knew you. He couldn’t have known how unreasonable his fear was.

“How long have you known?” you questioned, trying your best to not overstep the boundaries. To help him understand how you wouldn’t feel any different about him because of what you saw. What you now knew about him, as apparently the only person on earth. Well, apart from that guy he had been with the night prior. He must have figured from contextual clues.

“Honestly, I always sorta knew. But I only started accepting it a few months ago. I tried dating girls for years, but it never felt right. The guy from yesterday... He was kind of—” Felix stopped again, trying to find the right words. “He was my first guy.”

“Oh, honey!” You pulled him into your chest, your hands wrapping around his body. Felix soon hugged you back, holding on so tight your shirt wrinkled. As though he had needed this hug more than anything. It lasted for a couple of seconds, maybe even a minute, tears hitting your shoulder and drying on your shirt. “Thank you for telling me,” you mumbled against his skin. The burden of keeping his secret hidden fell from his shoulders with every tear.

“Thank you. For accepting me.”

“Of course.” As you drew away, he wiped the tears from his cheeks, eventually calming down. “And don’t worry. I won’t tell anyone.”

“I appreciate that. I don’t think I’m ready yet. I should tell my family first, but I’m afraid they won’t take it as well. They don’t really— believe in this stuff.”

“Well, you can always come to me when you need someone to talk to.” You shared a moment of eye contact, smiling at each other. “Now to the important stuff. Who was the guy?”

Chuckling at your question, Felix took a tissue from his nightstand, blowing his nose. When he met your gaze, you saw a spark behind the watery curtains. “It’s this guy from my Psychology class. We never talked before yesterday. But then we shared a moment and somehow— I don’t even know how, but one thing led to another. Kinda like in the movies.”

“Damn, that sounds like straight from Hollywood. Was he any good?” Judging from Felix’s suggestive expression, eyebrows raising and eyes gleaming, you could tell his answer. “I take that as a yes. Well, I’m very happy for you.”

“Thank you.”

You wouldn’t have minded some further details on last night. Whether Felix would be seeing the guy again outside of classes. Or whether he even wanted to or rather explore his options, now that he had the opportunity. Felix, too, seemed eager to finally have someone to talk to about this.

It was the creak of the door thrown open that stopped your conversation. Jisung rushed in, hair wet from his shower, fresh clothes clinging to his moist skin.

When he noticed your proximity, Felix’s eyes reddened, Jisung’s eyebrow quirked. “Did I miss something?”

“Nothing,” you replied, sending Felix a wink as you rose from his bed. “Are you ready?”

“Two more minutes. I need to pack some things.”

“Are you kidding me? I told you to pack your stuff two days ago.”

And just like that, your mood suffered another hit, although you tried to not let it affect you too much. When Jisung started throwing random items onto his bed, you sent Felix a sarcastic eye-roll. He couldn’t help a relieved grin from spreading, the Mount-Rushmore sized rock finally lifted from his shoulders.

“Well, since you’re already pissed, I might as well tell you now.” What an awful way to start a sentence. “I’m not sober enough to drive yet. So, you’re gonna have to get us home.”

Not the easiest task with your brain still thumping against your skull, but at least Jisung could help you stay awake.

When you were younger, you used to be embarrassed by where you lived.

You had always felt bad for your privilege. Guilty even, seeing none of your friends lived a life close to the one you had. Most of your friends lived in small and run-down apartment-complexes, confined to little space and sometimes even sharing a bedroom with several siblings. Blame the recession that had taken its toll on their parent’s income.

It mostly seemed like they had made due with it, finding their content in it. It was still uncomfortable whenever you invited anyone over to your place.

You felt the worst about growing up rich when you met Jisung.

His dad had left the family when he was seven. His mother stranded alone in an apartment she couldn’t pay for and with two children she hardly had the money to feed.

She already worked one full-time job when his piece-of-shit father left. She needed to pick up another part-time one just so they could afford their most basic needs.

By age ten, Jisung supported his mother’s second job, cleaning the houses of the rich and wealthy on weekends. With his sister in a time-consuming gifted program—paid for by a scholarship—he had no other choice. Jisung needed to put his own interests behind if he wanted to keep the roof over their heads. Being the sweet son he was, he did exactly that. Without a single complaint about the afternoons his friends spent hanging out at the mall or enjoying their hobbies.

When you invited Jisung over the first time, your friendship only weeks old, you felt ashamed. He lost control over his facial muscles, his jaw slacking when he saw the entrance of your house. He almost passed out when you showed him your new Nintendo in your room. Jisung forgot all about the expensive gaming console once he realised you didn’t have to share it. Neither your toys nor your room, which already took up the space of his whole apartment. A Queen sized bed occupied the middle of your room, and still left enough room for a motherland of games.

It wasn’t until Jisung invited you to his apartment, that you fully understood his mesmerisation with the simplest things in your house. Like the fridge, which was taller and broader than the two of you combined. Or your couches—plural, not singular.

You tried hard not to let your pity show while meeting his mother and sister. You feared you’d say something to offend them, making them feel bad or appearing like a snob. Needless to say, you didn’t talk much that afternoon.

Jisung never once gave you any reason to feel any more guilty than you already did. He assured you time and time again that you had nothing to be ashamed of. You had your own hardships, your own problems. And his family was doing fine. He couldn’t remember a time not sharing all their meals at a tiny table or sleeping in the same room.

Nothing about that changed when you fell in love at 14, two years after meeting.

Still, that same guilt knocked down your self-esteem whenever you passed the mansions of your street in Jisung’s rusty, old car.

Your boyfriend had slept through the whole two-hour drive from campus to your home. It had annoyed you in the beginning as you had hoped to get some time to talk. As your carefully crafted playlist progressed, all annoyance faded into the air. Plus, speeding down highways and crawling through neighbouring villages made you nostalgic. By the time you arrived home, Jisung had caught up on his sleep and you were beaming in excitement.

Your dad was already waiting for you, ever so happily smiling as he hugged you.

“I’m happy you’re home,” he mumbled against you as he pulled you in. His statement wasn’t needed with how visibly content he was, having his only daughter and future son-in-law back.

“I’m glad to be back. I missed you.”

“We,” Jisung corrected, nodding to your dad. “We missed you.”

“Well, I’m happy you’re here. Brunch is ready as soon as you are.”

At the mention of food Jisung’s stomach rumbled, sending him into a laugh.

“He’s ready, too,” your boyfriend translated the sounds as you placed your bag beside the door.

The TV played in the living room, overshadowed by the juicer-sounds in the kitchen. The smell of fresh oranges filled your nostrils, your mouth watering as you stepped through the doorway.

“Is that orange juice I smell?”

“Y/N!” The young woman jogged around the island, pulling you into a bone-crashing hug. “I missed you!”

“I missed you, too, Jia.”

“What about me?” Jisung questioned, taking over your space once Jia let you out of your hug.

“I missed you too, but a little less.”

“Wow. Thanks, sis.”

“So, how’s university? Tell me everything.”

Jisung did. He told his sister all about his dorm, new friends and courses he visited. All the while, you only had one ear with them. The other was searching the attached dining and living area. Soon enough, your eyes joined as you wandered the lower floor of your house. You identified a pair of tiny dinosaur-themed socks discarded on the coffee table. The couch stood buried under plastic toys and books, a children’s show playing on the flatscreen.

When you found the rest of the room empty, you exited the living area altogether. As soon as you set foot into the hallway, you finally heard a familiar voice call out to you. Your head turned and you found a small figure running towards you. Quick reflexes came into play when he all but jumped into your arms, making your heart jump through your chest.

“Mama!” Tiny arms wrapped around your neck and tears immediately filled your eyes.

“Hi, baby.” His breath hit your neck as your heartbeat accelerated. “I missed you.”

“Me too,” he answered as you picked him up, giving him a small peck on his cheek.

“He couldn’t stop talking about seeing you again. He barely slept tonight.”

With your dad by your side and your baby in your arms, you reentered the kitchen. When he saw Jisung, your son’s eyes reshaped into hearts.

“Papa!” You couldn’t set him down quick enough before he began sprinting towards his father.

Jisung picked him up and spun him around once before hugging him tightly against himself. “Hi, Ki. You miss me?”

“Yes,” the boy agreed, his smile reaching from one ear to the other. Seeing him so joyful made your heart swell and you swiftly wiped your tears away. For the first time in two weeks, you felt at home.

“Should we eat?”

Your dad was already one step ahead, carrying the pan filled with pancakes from the stove to the table. Four sets of tableware were set up neatly as fresh-cut flowers decorated the scene. Food from all sectors of the food-pyramid occupied the dark wood, making your mouth water.

“Did you set the table, Dad?”

He laughed at your assumption, “I wish. It was this wonderful lady right here.” He pointed at Jia. “Remember, you can move in whenever.”

“You might say that now,” Jisung interrupted, taking the seat between Ki and his sister, “but wait ’til you actually live with her. She’s a slob. A big-brain slob, but a slob.”

“Says the boy who uses his dirty underwear as parquet flooring.”

Ki giggled at that mental image, munching away on the food his grandfather had set on his plate.

“We haven’t lived in the same room for 3 years. I’ve changed.”

“Y/N, back me up here.” You looked at Jia while filling the fresh orange juice into the glasses by everyone’s plate. “You’ve lived with him for the past 3 years. Does he still keep his dirty clothes anywhere but in the hamper?”

After he had moved from his childhood room into yours a few years back, you remembered this habit of his. Vividly. It had been the main reasons fights would break out between you. Other than the constant debate on how to raise a baby, of course. Over the years, it had gotten better; his clothes landed closer and closer to the laundry basket each week.

“He tries, but he never mastered reaching into the hamper. I don’t know how someone’s aim can be so off.”

Jia laughed, Ki joining in once he understood your words to be of the joking kind. He was at that age where he tried mimicking the people around him. That included emotional reactions from the ones closest to him. And to think you were missing this crucial part of his childhood.

“Complain as much as you want. Ever since we moved to campus, I’ve been very diligent about keeping things clean.” Your expression told him that you had seen his room and didn’t quite agree. “At least Felix never complains.”

“This Felix guy sounds like a catch.” That you couldn’t disagree with. “Glad you got a decent roommate.”

“He’s alright. Although—” Setting his fork and knife beside his plate, Jisung took a sip from his glass. “What were you two hugging about before? You seemed… close.”

There was no undertone to his question other than wanting to know the content of your talk. Still, you couldn’t shake the feeling that Jisung was hinting at something.

“Nothing. Just small-talk.” Not a lie, but not the truth either. Though you figured a little white lie couldn’t hurt, knowing all it did was hide the secret Felix had shared with you. Jisung wouldn’t have judged Felix if you had told him, but you didn’t believe it was your right to out him. Especially after promising you wouldn’t tell anyone.

“Really? I could swear he was crying or something.”

“Oh, that? He was going through some personal things.” A little closer to the truth but still not revealing the whole story. Jisung seemed to believe you, and why wouldn’t he have? Had it been something that concerned your boyfriend, you would have told him. Didn’t have a reason not to. “Nothing to worry about, though.”

“Alright.” Your boyfriend picked his cutlery back up, slicing some of his son’s food for easier eating. “You’d tell me if it was serious, though. Right?”

“Of course,” you agreed as you beamed at your son. His mouth was stuck in a grin while he shoved spoons full of pancake into his mouth. “Everything’s alright.”

Brunch continued with little distraction. The topics reached from your future sister-in-law’s studies, which she was about to finish, to your son’s upcoming birthday. Still over a month away, but you could never start planning too early. It almost felt like you had never left. Your family, spending the late morning like you had any other weekend before moving to live on campus.

Your son’s lack of sleep showed right after he finished his plate. Despite his best efforts to keep himself awake, his eyes fell shut every few seconds. After missing you so much the past weeks, he wanted to spend any minute with his parents. It broke your heart. Of course, you knew it was better this way— staying close to campus and concentrating on your studies while your son stayed with your dad. Providing him the childhood he deserved. Still, it hurt you, knowing Ki missed you so much. Your own pain played a critical role in that feeling as well.

“I’ll take him to bed,” Jisung explained as he lifted his son from the high chair. Ki waved at you, already half asleep, as his father carried him out of the room.

Your dad had left a minute or two earlier, telling you about a discovery he had made while cleaning the attic. Thus, Jia and you were left to clean up the table, which you didn’t mind. It gave you a chance to catch up, something you had wanted the past few weeks but had never found the time for.

“So? How’s Uni for you? Did you make a ton of friends already?”

“I don’t know about a ton. But I did meet some people already,” you told her as you filled the sink with soap and water. “There’s this girl, Yuqi. She’s in my marketing classes, and she’s very nice. We get along great. And then, there’s Felix.”

“Sungie’s roommate?”

“Yes. He’s also very nice. I can see us becoming close.”

“That’s good. You never know when you’ll meet those people, but some of them will stick forever.” You nodded at her words, feeling like you had found two of these forever people in Yuqi and Felix. You had hardly met anyone you could open up to like you could to them, not even your High School friends. “How’s my baby bro doing on the friendship front? Is he adapting?”

“Surprisingly so. Jisung found a group of boys he’s been hanging out with. They seem cool; down to earth. They’re having a positive impact on him already.”

Had Jisung overheard your conversation, he would have most likely confronted you. Why would you talk about him behind his back like this? As though he was a social outcast you had to chaperone in his endeavours to make friends? However, he would have had to agree with you in the end.

Since you met him, Jisung hadn’t had the easiest time meeting new people. He was often awkward in social situations, and the lack of a filter caused him more problems than it fixed. You for one, loved him for it, as you always knew what was going on in his mind. Other people, not so much. In the past, Jisung had gotten himself in trouble due to saying the wrong things in tense situations. His social anxiety had only worsened the older he got. Having made friends already—without much effort—was a big deal.

Jia, being his older sister, knew about his issues.

“I’m glad he’s doing alright. It sounds harsh, but I wasn’t expecting him to make friends. Or worse.” She placed the dishes in the dishwasher as her eyes met yours. “He could have made the wrong friends.” You could tell where she was going with this. Her transition felt rather forced, but who could blame her? You, for one, had expected her to ask even earlier. “Speaking of—” And there it was. “Did you run into him already?”

Sighing at her words, you started scrubbing the pan below the soapy surface of the sink.

“We did.” Jia nodded, eyebrows furrowing in thought. “Seems like Jisung and him kept in contact. He invited us to this party at his fraternity yesterday.”

“So you talked to him?”

“Yup.” From her reaction you knew that she wasn’t satisfied with that. Jia was trying not to get too caught up in how you had talked to the one person she never wanted to think about again. After all, she couldn’t control who you ran into and chose to spend your time with. That went for both you and Jisung. Although, you were a bit more reserved about your relationship with the one who shan’t be named.

“I’ll regret asking later, but—” Again, you knew exactly what she was about to ask. “Did you meet— her?”

You placed the clean pan onto the rack to dry, taking off the cleaning gloves to hang them over the tap. You had thought a lot about how to approach this, but couldn’t come up with a painless explanation. So, the truth it was.

“I think so. I’m not 100 percent sure, but I believe she might be my roommate.”

A huff escaped Jia’s lips at the irony. “Of-fucking-course, she’s your roommate. And let me guess. She’s super nice and not at all a bitch who stole my boyfriend.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault. You didn’t cheat on me and break my heart. That was all him.”

The glimmer of hurt in Jia’s eyes reminded you of that afternoon you found her crying on your doorstep. Her makeup smeared over her face and body trembling in your embrace. The pain wasn’t the same depth as three years ago, but you could tell it had left a scar. How couldn’t it have?

Jackson and Jia had been together for three years when she discovered his infidelity. There had been talks of marriage already, when he decided to throw it all out the window. And the worst thing, Jackson even tried to deny it when she confronted him. What he didn’t know was that Jia had seem them together. Two hours she had driven to campus to surprise him one weekend, and all to see him hugging and kissing some hot piece of ass. That’s how Jia had described her boyfriend’s affair after spotting them together. It had taken her around a minute to realise what was happening, then she up and left again.

A surprise phone call later that weekend Jackson answered with shock and denial. Not five minutes later, Jia decided she couldn’t hear it anymore. Like that, three years ended in what you could only describe as the second most heartbroken you had ever seen a person.

So, yes. The woman was still hurt. She was still in pain. Although that pain had morphed into hatred along the way.

“If it’s any comfort, she doesn’t seem to know you existed. And—” The next part was a shot in the dark. Hopefully, Jia would understand the humour in it all. “She started dating a woman immediately after Jackson. Said he made her realise she’d be better off without a man.”

That, Hwasa had told you in confidence. But seeing as it lightened the mood, you didn’t regret telling Jia. “Okay, that does make me feel better.” The atmosphere lightened up after that, though Jia needed to get one last thing off her mind. “But, you should keep track of that friendship between Jackson and Sungie.”

“You think?”

“Jackson himself might not be the problem. As hard as it is for me to say, he has a good heart. But that hardly goes for those friends of his. They’re some sketchy people.” Jia’s eyes showed honest concern. So much so that it worried you a little. “To this day, I believe he wouldn’t have done what he did, had his friends not had as much impact on him. They kept telling him he was too hot to let opportunities for hookups with random girls pass by. That our relationship was holding him back from reaching his full potential. And that’s a literal quote I overheard one of them telling him over the phone.”

“What? That’s crazy. Why did Jackson let them talk like this about you?”

“Who knows? But the matter of fact is that Jackson is a confident man. Always was. My brother, however...”

You understood she was hinting, again, at his social introversion.

“Since Dad left us, he’s been searching for a father figure in the older men around him. Do you remember that guy, Wonho, he hung out with in High School?”

“Do I? The dude was the personification of steroids.”

“Exactly. And Sungie had the biggest man crush on him. You do recall how that ended, right?”

“He broke his wrist trying to lift double his weight.”

“I love Sungie to the moon and back, but he has serious daddy issues. Not that it’s any his fault.” Jia had a point in everything she said. Even though you hoped Jisung couldn’t be manipulated, you understood it wasn’t impossible. “That Wonho-guy was his hero for months, and he wasn’t even trying to be. Imagine what could happen if some seriously sketchy guys meet him and see a trainable puppy.”

There was a moment of consideration as you imagined what Jia had described. Jackson and she had been happy before they went to university. Much like you and Jisung, they had been together a long time. Still, something inside you told you that Jisung wouldn’t hurt you like this. Jackson was a good guy, and they had been good together. But they also had their fair share of issues. Jisung and you, that was a whole other thing. You were soulmates. You had a son. Other than sweeping them under the rug, you talked about your relationship problems.

You wanted to voice those thoughts to Jia, but before you could do so, your dad and Jisung entered the room. Your dad carried a thick book, showing it to your boyfriend, who laughed at whatever he saw on the page.

“Baby, how were you so cute as a baby? I could eat you up.”

Your confusion resolved when your dad explained the situation. “I was showing an old photo album to Jisung. I found a stack of them in the attic.” Flipping the page, another chuckle escaped your dad’s lips. “Look! It’s you and your father. Gosh, I haven’t seen this picture in ages.”

At those words, a smile spread over your face as you made your way to his side of the book. And sure enough, there you were. Sitting in a flowerpot as your father held you up, smiling into the camera. The unfamiliar image warmed your heart, despite the tinge of sadness that appeared whenever you saw a picture of him.

“Your father was so handsome,” Jia said as she caught a glimpse.

“The most handsome,” your dad agreed, looking up from the page. “He did some modelling work while we attended law school and was good at it, too. Even made it into some magazines. He was so handsome even, it took me months to finally muster the courage and ask him out. And thank God, I did.” With those words, his eyes met you, still completely captured by the picture. “He would have been so proud of you, honey.”

A single tear rolled down your cheek as a smile plastered your face. Oh, what you’d give to have the chance and talk to him one last time. You would have told him so many things. Most importantly, you would have told him about the family you had found between all the grief and loss. The ones surrounding you, being the closest to you. And, of course, Ki. The love of your life.

No doubt, he would have loved your father as much as you did.

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I've been loving all the Izzy/reader fics, thank you so much for them! If you're doing requests, I'd love one where Izzy accidentally hurts the reader. It's 100% by accident (he turns around holding his sword and mildly slices reader, a playful shove accidentally makes reader lose balance and fall down steps type thing etc.). The crew, especially Stede, are furious and won't let Izzy anywhere near reader and he's absolutely wrecked with guilt. Would love a very fluffy ending!

Thank you so much for all of the love and for reading my fics at all!! <3 It truly means everything to me. Thank you so much for this request also—I know some of you have been wanting some more angst from me (with still happy/fluffy endings of course hehe, at least this time...maybe one day I'll try my hand at pure angst but I'm not sure today is that day), so I figured this would be a great prompt to start with on this sort of an endeavor! Plus, I just love it so much anyways, ever since it first came into my inbox I've been thinking about it. Thank you so much again for your request, and I hope you enjoy! Though like I said, please bear in mind I don't have the most experience with emphasis on angst so I apologize if this is not very adherent to that! Anyways, as always, requests are wide open!

Love,

Lavinia

Star-Crossed | Izzy Hands x Reader

Warnings: angst (with a happy ending but it takes a bit to get there), mentions of blood, some strong language, kissing, sort of already established unspoken relationship but also not 100% established right away

Word Count: 3912

Finally, the sun shone once again and not a single cloud was etched into the sky any longer. The crew of The Revenge almost forgot that sunlight even existed and were becoming accustomed to such foggy, grey skies forever—but, finally! Everyone was filled with such jubilee upon the sight and were quick to show it by chasing each other around on the main deck, swinging from ropes, dancing, plotting to convince the captains to grant them all a day on land to bask in the sun's rays—everyone except the first mate. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Izzy Hands leaning against the mast pole—no, slumped against it. You excused yourself from the gathering and rushed right over to Izzy, who stood up a bit straighter upon your arrival.

"I'm not going over there."

"You always have to have the first word, don't you?" you teased. "Do you want to, perhaps...get away from all this for a moment?"

"That wouldn't be so bad," Izzy shrugged, following your lead as you scurried off the main deck and into the hallway below that led to the quarters. "What are we doing here?"

You drew your sword from its sheath, smiling playfully. "I've practiced since we last dueled."

Izzy couldn't help but return a grin, fetching his own blade. "Is that so?"

"Why don't you see for yourself?" you inquired as you slashed the air. Izzy bowed impishly, to which you accepted with a curtsy, giggling. Your duels often were much like dances—precise footwork, synchronized, graceful movements across the floor, eye contact—lots of eye contact. The clash of the swords was like music to your ears, but Izzy's exasperated laughter was a much more magnificent melody, though followed next by your own ear piercing scream.

Izzy's worst nightmare had come true—there you were, bent over in anguish, clutching your stomach. Blood was all over your hands as you tried to stop it from gushing out of you. It was a deep cut and you had not actually been stabbed all the way through, though you still were going to need to be patched up sooner rather than later. Izzy's sword slipped out of his hands as he rushed over to you without any hesitation, scooping you up in his arms and placing his hand upon your left side to try and stop the bleeding. He rushed you back up to the main deck, guilt taking over him with such ease. His eyes were glossy, tears threatening to slip out of them.

"Some help over here!" Izzy demanded, and the crew all simultaneously turned their heads. Everyone sprinted to your side the second they heard his call, and saw your state.

"What happened?" Stede asked, his voice wavering.

"I'm okay, Stede," you managed to laugh, followed by a groan of pain.

"Clearly, you are not," Stede sighed. He turned to Izzy, a hand on his hip. "Izzy, what happened?"

"We—we were just dueling, and—"

"You hurt them?!" Jim spat. "Roach, will you—"

"Already on it," he assured them, carefully slinging your arm around him as he dragged you off into the distance.

"I didn't mean to—"

"Not another word, Izzy," Stede shushed him.

"Stay away from them," Lucius hissed as he walked off with Pete. Jim practically shot daggers out of their eyes, and Olu just sort of frowned. Izzy had never felt so defeated in his entire life. He immediately holed himself up in his quarters, draping across his bed almost lifelessly, hoping he would never have to emerge once again, not with the knowledge that he had hurt you so terribly and that the crew thought of him as some sort of monster. He was almost okay with them just being frustrated or annoyed by his presence, but being perceived like this created a deep wound in his heart he never expected to experience. If this is what he gets for truly trusting someone again, showing them a tenderness he had never felt for anyone, he did not want it.

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Roach got you all patched up in no time and he anticipated your healing time would not last longer than a week, two at the most. You were never too worried in the first place, and as much as you appreciated the crew's care toward you, it felt as though they had blown the situation out of proportion. The first thing you yearned to do as soon as you were free to roam the ship once again was to find Izzy, as you knew he would be worried and probably swimming in his guilt. You nearly ran over to his quarters, though Stede popped out from out of nowhere, startling you.

"Stede! Fuck," you laughed. "You're quite...stealthy."

"I suppose so," he laughed with you. "How are you feeling?"

"Oh, much better. I never really felt too bad in the first place," you beamed.

"Well, that is a relief!"

"Yes," you nodded. "If you'll excuse me, I'm going to see Izzy now—"

"I actually don't think that's very wise."

"What? Why not? He didn't mean to hurt me, Stede—"

"—But he did hurt you—"

"—Hardly, and it was an accident—"

"I will not allow Izzy to see you."

"But—"

Out of nowhere, Jim and Lucius appeared, gently clinging onto your arms but with enough force to drag you away. You kept yelling for them to let you go but it was no use. They would gently assure you it would be for the best—at least, Lucius tried to be more gentle about it.

"You're better off being far away from that fucker," Jim muttered as they brought you back onto the deck. The entire time you squirmed, trying to escape their and Lucius' grasp. "We're going to Spanish Jackie's today."

"Fuck, you're serious? Might I remind you, she almost killed you last time!" Olu sighed out of a deep concern for Jim.

But this was perfect for you—the perfect opportunity to stay on the ship and talk to Izzy. You wouldn't let anyone stop you. Before you knew it, The Revenge had docked, and you had it all planned out. You followed everyone off of the ship, but stopped in your tracks just as you were about to walk off, which caused Buttons to bump into you, though obviously he was unfazed.

"Is everything alri—" Stede started to ask.

"I forgot my book," you feigned a gasp. "I was going to sit on that rock over there and just get lost in it for a bit."

"Well, who am I to stop you from grabbing it?" he smiled pleasantly.

You nodded gratefully and hurried down to the cabins. You knocked on Izzy's doors, knowing he was still in there.

"What is it," he spat.

"Izzy, can we talk?"

The prolonged silence was beginning to cause you to believe that he wanted nothing to do with you, until finally, he swung open the door. "You shouldn't be here."

"Yes, you should not," Stede almost chided, his voice suddenly heard from behind you.

"This is ridiculous!" you cried out as Stede practically forced Izzy back into his quarters and slammed the door shut.

"Let's have a nice day on shore, shall we?" Stede sighed happily. "It's such a beautiful d—"

Before he could finish his sentence, you had already stormed off the ship, and you were having the opposite of a beautiful day. Your heart only ached for the rest of it, yearning for the first mate and to reassure him and to rekindle things, to let him know that all was well on your end. You craved to stop the incessant self loathing and blaming you knew he was putting himself through. Yet all you could fucking do was feign a smile while everyone drank their own sorrows away, some almost even drinking themselves to death.

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Weeks had passed you by, each day dragging painfully slowly and wasted wondering if they would just end any sooner, wondering if the day where you even got to think of breathing a word to Izzy again would exist and come. The crew still fixated eyes on the both of you, doing everything in their power to keep you away from one another. Jim didn't hesitate to physically drag you away if you even tried to go near him, and Pete would even try to threaten Izzy (to which, Lucius would step in and take over, saying things such as: "You're cute, babe, but I've got this. Not worth your time.")

If you couldn't talk to Izzy, you didn't want to talk to anyone. You were perfectly content sitting by the window of your room curled up with a good book, away from everyone until you absolutely had to be amongst them.

Why couldn't they just listen to you? Why did everything have to be so black and white? Why did it have to be handled this way? Why did it have to be this difficult? Sure, Stede would discourage Jim's literal dragging you away ("Surely there are better ways of handling this...") but he never stopped it. He still stopped you from seeing Izzy.

Finally, you couldn't ignore the fact that you were parched and so you slipped out of your quarters. As you did, you noticed the first mate also exiting his. The two of you stood there for a moment, flabbergasted, taking in one another's presences. You opened your mouth to speak, but Izzy was already shoving right past you. Without thinking, you latched onto his wrist. "Izzy, wait—"

Izzy escaped your grasp instantly, looking vacantly upon you. You prepared something to say once again, but Izzy wouldn't hear any of it. He didn't need to hear from you of all people that he had caused you harm. Or, almost worse—that you didn't hold it against him. He would understand more if you did share the feelings of the crew, but not if you forgave him. The thought made his head spin—fuck, he wanted you to forgive him, he wanted you to know he never meant to cause you any pain. But he knew it wasn't worth it. He knew that as long as you were around, you would be beloved either way and better off without his love and care, and he would be hidden away in the dark from everyone, left to rot and be forgotten about, and when remembered, ridiculed. He almost wished that someone would just berate him directly instead of having to see you every single day and how everyone's attitudes shift when you are within close proximity of each other. How the environment grows more tense. How no one is stating the obvious of not wanting him there. He wasn't stupid, he knew. He knew for a long time before any of this even happened, and it only had gotten worse now.

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There came a point where you and Izzy were allowed to speak, but only in supervised circumstances. He immediately deemed this not worth it, so, it elt as though you were still forced to succumb to the previous, awful arrangement. It had been almost two months since the initial incident and with every accidental brush of the hands and every almost smile and every stolen glance, your heart only hurt more, you only pined after him even more. You missed the warmth he brought you even on the coldest days. You needed the confirmation of your feeling safe that he was able to provide. The two of you were finally growing almost attached at the hip but now you were torn apart, pieces of yourself still stuck on him and you needed those parts of you back. No, you needed them to exist still, but only if you could properly share them with Izzy.

You couldn't take it anymore.

Every day, you saw the expression that Izzy displayed on his face for all to see—pure misery, regret, and even this sort of grief. This loss for something still there, though, not at all tangible anymore. You became a ghost that didn't even haunt him, but only lingered at the expense of unfinished business with him. He could never comprehend that you longed to speak with him just for the sake of it, for your own enjoyment. That wasn't possible to him, it simply didn't seem in the cards.

You really couldn't take it anymore. You couldn't endure him avoiding you like the plague, even if he was acting on behalf of the crew's wrongful wishes. You couldn't take the way he looked at you with such a hope and desire, yet such a soul-crushing defeat that he gave into ages ago.

"You got a minute, Captain?" you asked Stede as calmly as you could the second you finally forced yourself out of bed for the day.

"Why, of course!" Stede beamed, excited that you were about to confide in him about something.

"We need to talk about Izzy and I."

Stede only sighed, leading you to his own cabin and not saying a word until he was certain the door properly shut. "I am only doing what is best for your safety—"

"Izzy makes me feel safer than anyone on this ship," you confessed. "He is always looking out for me, no matter what. He would never let anything bad happen to me. I was so happy the sun had finally come out and I just wanted to have a bit of fun so I asked Izzy to duel, it's just something we do sometimes for fun. He didn't mean to injure me, but I'm sure he already feels bad enough as it is with you all treating him like he needs to be locked away forever—"

"I appreciate you trying to look out for him. You have always seen the best in people—"

"Stede, is that Romeo and Juliet on your shelf?"

"Why, yes!" Stede nodded, forgetting the true subject of the matter for a moment. "It's such a tragic story."

"Isn't it?" your lips curled into a determined smile. "So sad that the two families kept the young star-crossed lovers away from one another. All because of some sort of unnecessary family feud...Well, they were naïve anyway to think their children wouldn't still find ways to meet and fall even further in love. Maybe if they had been accepting of their love, they wouldn't have died so young and so devastatingly..."

Stede wasn't quite catching on yet. His hand flew to his chest, clearly touched by your sentiments still "It is sad."

"Stede, you are quite literally pulling a Romeo and Juliet on Izzy and I...do you not realize that?"

Suddenly, it all clicked. Stede's mouth practically unhinged from his jaw. "You...you love Izzy?"

"We have...we have a bond and it goes beyond him just trying to do his job. He really does look out for me, and I've really grown to care about him and I worry about him whenever he's off on the side or seems really distressed. Even on my worst days, being around him is enough to almost make me forget about my troubles. I feel so...so at peace when I'm with him. I really don't worry about anything when we're together. And keeping me away from him is really doing a number on me—"

"It was wrong of me to try and keep you two apart," Stede sighed. "I thought I was doing what was best for you, but only you know what is best for yourself. I'm so sorry."

"Thank you, Stede," you smiled slightly. "If I ever really need something, I promise I'll tell you. I don't take "talking it through as a crew" lightly."

Stede returned your smile. "I don't understand this at all...but, this is your own endeavor. We just want you to be happy."

You quickly pat Stede on the back as you bursted out of his room and made haste towards Izzy's. You knocked on his door with utmost urgency. No response. You continued to knock until finally, Izzy had enough and swung open the door, almost causing you to stumble upon entering.

"Izzy, are you alright?"

"Are you?"

"You barely nicked me," you assured him, shutting the door behind the two of you. "Izzy, I am okay. Please, don't feel bad."

"I don't think you should be here right now—"

"But Captain Bonnet said—"

"—Just go...Please."

Your heart was beginning to sink into the depths of the ocean in your chest. You could only manage to look at him—he who had such a glossy look in his eye, accompanied only with an expression of nonchalance. But you could see that he was hurting—you knew by the way he was hunched over and fiddling with his glove. Izzy could hardly look at you without wishing he could disappear. He had hurt you, and everyone went flocking over to you instantly, not even bothering to hear his side of things, nor even yours, where he knew you would have defended him, though you still were acknowledged more than he had been. But worst of all, he had hurt you—and he would never be able to recover from that. Never be able to forgive himself for it. And, he knew no one else would, either. He wouldn't blame you if you didn't, either. You made your way over to him slowly, sitting beside him.

"Look at me," you pleaded.

Finally, Izzy's eyes met with yours. All he could see when he gazed at you was the pure concern, the pure care in your pupils. How could you still care for him after what he had done, and after the crew painted him to be some sort of a villain even more than before?

"I'm okay," you reassured him. "You didn't hurt me. You didn't mean to. I'm the one who started the duel, and—"

"Don't fucking blame yourself. It was me. All me."

"Izzy, please—"

"I think you should leave."

Such a statement felt like a knife through the heart.

But all Izzy truly wanted was for you to engulf him in your arms as he allowed himself to cry against your shoulders. He wanted to apologize and beg for your forgiveness. But it just hurt too much. He felt as though he didn't deserve that. You were the only person who is able to see him for who he is, and even still, he felt as if he didn't deserve you, nor your understanding, nor your fondness.

Part of you somehow knew that Izzy didn't mean what he just commanded you to do—it felt like even further of a plea to stay. You hovered your hand above his arm, and he ever so subtly nodded—yes, please. You began to gently rub his arm, even trying to massage some of the smaller knots out. "I'm not going anywhere, okay? Never. You will never scare me away. It's because of you that I feel so safe—but it's not only that you are an exceptional first mate. You are so much more than that to me."

"But I hurt you."

"You have never hurt me. Ever. Hell, you're the one that picks up the pieces when I do get hurt."

Izzy turned away from you, unable to control the droplets flying out of his eyes now. You could tell he was crying, but you knew not to overdo it with making sure he was alright. You carefully moved in a bit closer to him, resting your head upon his shoulder.

"I never meant to—"

"I know, Iz, I kn—"

"Let me finish," he requested gently. "If not for your conscience, but for mine. I become so afraid of hurting you and of messing up with you that I did. I didn't mean to, but I still did. I'm sorry, is all."

"Izzy, are we talking about the same thing anymore?"

"I don't want you to think I'm a monster, too," Izzy whimpered. "I know...I know I've done some things I'm not proud of. Things I wish you never had to know about."

"But I still love those parts of you. They are parts of you. But, they don't have to define you, either."

"You...what?"

"What?" To say you were confused was an understatement.

"You...love those parts of me?"

"I love you. Dammit, Iz. It's always been you," you sighed, happiness washing over you just as much as woe and a slight worry he wouldn't reciprocate your sentiments had.

"You...what?"

"Is that the only thing you say now?" you laughed nervously.

"I have this instinct I can't fight off and it's to look after you in ways I wouldn't normally look after anyone else. If anything ever happened to you, I'd blame myself, and I have."

"What are you saying?"

"I...think you know."

"I think I do, but maybe I don't—"

"Oh, fuck off!"

"Izzy, I really don't know what you're trying to say—"

"I love you."

You laughed, relief overcoming you. You gently took his hand in yours, stroking his thumb with yours. "This isn't a bad thing, you know. I don't want anyone else. I'm glad it's you, Izzy."

"The crew isn't going to be happy about this—"

"I talked to Stede, and fuck whatever the rest of them think," you shrugged. "What do they know?"

Izzy chuckled, gently pushing a strand of your hair behind your ear with his free hand. "Fuck them."

"Fuck them so much," you laughed as you leaned in, unable to stand the distance between the two of you anymore, and nor could Izzy. The anticipation not only from the abundance of time that passed the both of you by and all you had were glances which you could only hope communicated something, but also since the moment you met and especially since your connection began to blossom, shone through in the kiss shared between the two of you. This moment felt long overdue and you now wanted not to waste anymore precious time—you couldn't afford to. Your heart began to do pirouettes as your lips danced in sync. You had never been so certain about what love could mean for you until Izzy Hands waltzed into your life.

And your touch, your kiss made Izzy feel the most beautiful and understood that he ever had. As he melted into the warmth your affection and his excitement emitted, he no longer felt like a monster but rather a person, someone, worthy of such love and tender care. This wonderful phenomena was only centimeters away from him the entire time he spent withering away and conforming to all other beliefs of his character, believing the slander and the accusations, almost becoming them. With you, he was able to let go of these perils, to escape the shackles restricting him from seeing the person he truly is and could be. To leave the past behind in such a way not reminiscent of denial, but the refusal of allowing it to define him and hold him down. He could care less what the crew thought. For once in his life, he was happy, and no one, nor nothing should even dare to try and take that from him. You surely wouldn't allow anyone to. You were prepared to protect him just as he continued to do for you. And as long as you were around, happiness wouldn't escape him. Not anymore.

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ejthenobody · 3 months ago

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Random Thing I Feel Like Talking About: The Vandelay Soft Drinks in Hi-Fi Rush!

Warning: Hi-Fi Rush spoilers.

Forgive me if I format this a bit weirdly, I just feel like sharing about this very minor and random thing in my current absolute #1 favorite game, Hi-Fi Rush.

Anyway, in this game, you can find these various vending machines throughout pretty much every regular level, aside from the first as they're introduced in Track 2. The whole point of them is that you can smack the heck outta them to get a bunch of gears and batteries to recharge your Reverb gauge (your beeg special attack gauge if you don't know). Very helpful for the first playthrough when you need all the gears you can get in order to get all of your moves sooner rather than later, plus you can do some casual combo practice with 'em.

In the process of destroying these vending machines though, they spit out a ton of cans of the six drinks shown on them. All six drinks are branded and based on the six department heads at Vandelay, these being Korsi-Cola, Rekka Pure Energy (Get apple Juiced), Mimosa Sparkling Water, Carte Blanche, Kale-Ale Executive (I think?), and Roquefort Espresso.

Here's close ups of the vending machine's screen:

However, while messing around in Photo Mode today in Track 4, I realized something really, really cool: the drinks all actually have nutritional information on them!

But it's not just some basic scanned image grabbed from some random canned soft drink and slapped onto the textures, instead it's all stuff based on the personalities of the department head the drink is based on! Here are some pictures of each label:

I don't really know why but I just love each and every single one of these, not just for being funny and interesting, but also because they exist at all! It's such a minor detail that I feel like most people never notice, but it's just so charming to me that it's there!

Some details I wanna point out in specific about these cans are: 1) All of these labels say "Please Recycle!" at the bottom, except for Kale Ale which commandingly says "Recycle!"

2) Korsi-Cola is a caffeine-free cola which I both like the idea of as someone who loves soda but prefers non-caffeinated ones, but also I can't help but interpret this as the VAGUEST and MOST SUBTLE form of foreshadowing for at least the very end of the Decaf Firmware Update joke. And aside from just that running gag I like that it's caffeine-free and has a little label on it that says something along the lines of "a calm mind makes the right choice." It makes a lot of sense for Korsica's drink to be branded like that, namely due to what happens with her in the story and how she interacts with Chai directly before, during, and after her boss battle.

3) All of the info written on these labels and on the rest of the cans alludes to something about each character, some in more obvious ways than others. Roquefort Espresso says "Unleash Your Inner Beast" or something like that on it (along with Silver Extract as the other ingredient). Mimosa Sparkling Water has "Mimosa Flavor" as the second ingredient which is just the most vain way to put it. Carte Blanche (Zanzo's drink if you didn't put that together) as a noun literally means, "complete freedom to act as one wishes or thinks best."

I could keep talking for at least two more paragraphs but I think I'll stop here. Just wanted to share this because it's pretty funny and cool to me, and is just one of many, MANY things that shows much effort and polish went into Hi-Fi Rush.

#hifi rush #hi fi rush #fun facts #chai hi fi rush #808 hi fi rush

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ofmdrecaps · 4 months ago

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08/24/2024 - 08/25/2024 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR; Rhys Darby; Gypsy Taylor; Kristian Nairn; Nathan Foad; Madeleine Sami; Nat Torres; Minnie Driver; Vico Ortiz; GalaxyCon San Jose Video; Adopt Our Crew Anniversary Notifs; Fan Spotlight; Cast Cards; Our Flag Means Fanfiction; Love Notes; Daily Darby/Today's Taika;

== Rhys Darby ==

So Rhys IS actually in the Rhett & Link Wonderhole episode-- as a narrator! You can check him out starting at 16:55 (Thank you @follows-the-bees for sharing the exact time for Rhys! <3)

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== Gypsy Taylor ==

Great news!! Gypsy Taylor and Catherine Martin ended up winning the Best Costume Design For A Television Production Award with APDGuild! The cast and crew were so supportive in sending her love as well. Look at how proud she it <3 She deserves it!

Source: Gypsy Taylor's Instagram

== Kristian Nairn ==

Kristian added to his post on the Beyond The Crown Signing-- that he'll also be doing an event with Forbidden Plan in the UK!

Source: Kristian Nairn's Twitter

== Nathan Foad ==

Nathan out at the Monkey Barrel Comedy Club!

Source: Nathan Foad's Instagram Stories

== Madeleine Sami ==

More Double Parked BTS with Mads! and a silly vid of Mads and her costar Antonia Prebble on a plane-- heyyyy what show is that?

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== Vico Ortiz ==

Vico is going to be joining the crew at The Republic Of Pirates on November 22-24 in Heathrow-- and they set out a very important question for everyone-- what pirate should they dress up as?

Source: Vico's Instagram Stories

Now, guess who happened to respond to Vico's question out on Twitter as well?

Source: Vico's Twitter

== Nat Torres ==

Nat was also posting some OFMD related content on their stories.

Source: Nat Torres Instagram

== Minnie Driver ==

Our dear Anne Bonny is done with surfing for a while <3

Source: Minnie Driver's Instagram Stories

== More GalaxyCon SanJose ==

@adoptourcrew was able to share some film of the OFMD Panel from GalaxyCon SanJose on their Instagram Reels! This is of the guest kid who was dressed as Izzy coming up on stage.

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Source: Adopt Our Crew Instagram

== Adopt Our Crew Anniversary Notifs ==

I love that our friends over at @adoptourcrew are reminding us of some pretty iconic tweets from Chaos Dad.

Source: Adopt Our Crew Instagram

== Fan Spotlight ==

= Cast Cards =

Tonight's cast cards from the fabulous @melvisik are Ashlee Fidow one of the Stunt performers, and Kerrin Jackson, the Assistant Makeup Department Head!

Source: Melvisik's Twitter

= Our Flag Means FanFiction =

New episode of Our Flag Means Fanfiction! This time, they interview some of the fans who got to go to The Live Cryptid Factor Shows! Wanna check out the latest episode? Visit: OFMFF's Linktree!

Source: Our Flag Means Fanfiction Instagram

== Love Notes ==

Hey there Lovelies. I'm behind again, what's new? Life is hard sometimes and no matter how much we want to be able to be caught up with what we need to, it just doesn't always work out the way we plan. Society has told us for so long we have to be perfect. Society tells us there's no room for error. But you know what? Life is messy. I don't know what each and every one of you deals with in a day-- and vice versa. Life is complicated, and busy, and best laid plans barely ever go the way they should. Add children, or pets, or family into the mix and it's even messier.

I appreciate all your patience with me, and for all your patience with all the other things in your life that don't always go to plan. It's frustrating at times, but I know eventually things will slow down and look up, and I hope all that happens for you sooner rather than later. Life is messy, but wonderful regardless. I hope it treats you well this week, lovelies. Sending hugs <3

== Daily Darby / Today's Taika ==

I just really needed them today so here they are. Thank you as always to the gif-master @ofmd-ann <3

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thedo0zyslider · 6 months ago

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I Love You (I'm Not Supposed Too) - Chapter Twelve: Rumors - 6K Words

Jimmy and Scott starting dating, and Fwhip makes a surprise appearance at the Ocean Empire

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Rivendell’s second visit to the Ocean Empire comes sooner rather than later, happening within the same year as the very first one. Though it will only be the King and Queen attending this time, both of their children staying home to handle some things around the empire. It was to serve as some much needed practice for when they are older, as the elven Queen had mentioned. When Jimmy had found that bit out, a small pang of jealousy went through him. He’d rather have had practice than just being handed a whole empire at sixteen.

The Ocean Prince can also not decide if he’s happy or sad that Scott could not attend the visit. Sure, he wants to see his friend again, he wants to see him a lot. But, there was also the whole kissing Fwhip thingy. After destroying that letter, he managed to scrape another one together, and their exchanges had resumed as normal; Scott not knowing anything had been wrong in the first place. He also didn’t know about the kiss. He also mentioned wanting to be boyfriends recently, and Jimmy did too.

Well, he’s pretty sure he wants to be boyfriends with Scott. He really likes the elf, and probably thinks about kissing him way more than a friend should. And also florist with him more than a friend should, and gets butterflies, and everything else those dumb romance novels describe. He certainly doesn’t wanna be boyfriends with Fwhip , that’s for sure. Just the thought of it makes him recoil. It’s just the whole….kissing thing again that makes him unsure. Because he feels like he needs to mention it, but also feels like maybe it’s not that bad? Him and Scott weren’t dating when it had happened…..but they had been like, trying too or something…

Jimmy decides, for his own peace of mind, he’s just gonna keep doing what he has been. He’s not gonna tell Scott, and possibly spare the elf some pain. Which is another reason the cod doesn’t want to mention it, actually. Probably one of the biggest ones. He doesn’t wanna hurt Scott. And if not saying anything will keep him from getting hurt, it can’t be too bad of a thing…right? That sounds like something Joel would say if he asked for advice, maybe .

When the day for Rivendell’s visit comes around, a week after his initial panic about it, Jimmy is not expecting what ends up happening. A wrench is not thrown in his not telling Scott about the kiss plans, thankfully, but something else big does happen. Said big thing starting with one of the elven children actually being at the Prisma Palace today.

He finds this out through Lizzie, who had been the one to greet the King and Queen. Along with their mother of course. Jimmy was busy with his trident practice when they arrived, and had managed to wiggle his way around being in the greeting. If every royal elf wasn’t showing up, why should their whole family? His sister says one of the Prince’s was brought along to watch whatever meeting they were having, as they needed that form of experience more than their sibling did. She also did not tell him which Prince was here, just that mum wanted them both in the meeting, and to hurry up and get there. Oh, and also that someone was waiting for him, so he better extra hurry up. Jimmy just shouted another question after her as his sister left, giggling to herself all the while. Today was going to be a longer day than he thought, it seemed.

He walks alone through the halls, towards the main meeting room. Jimmy was going to walk with his sister, but she had run off before he could catch up with her. Though, she had mentioned that somebody was waiting for him, for some reason, and it just made Jimmy want to get to the meeting faster, in case said somebody was waiting in there.

Turns out, that the person waiting for the cod was the very same elf boy he had been both anxious and eager to see as soon as possible. Their first meeting in over a month or two goes a lot better than it did in Jimmy’s mind, thankfully.

“Hi Jimmy!” Scott’s voice rings through the room he was just about to leave, calling out for him. The cod can only whip around in surprise, and see the elf he thought he wasn’t going to see standing there. He is glad no one else is in the room, because his reaction would totally betray any kind of secret about their relationship. It’s not a very platonic one, after all.

“Scott! What are you doing here!” The cod says, unable to help the wide grin that stretched across his face. All his apprehensiveness about seeing the elf is gone, replaced by the joy he feels. All thoughts of what he did and didn’t do back at the Grimlands are gone as well, the joy overtaking those as well. When Jimmy realizes this a few hours later, after the elves’ visit is long over, it will be the most relief he has felt in months.

“My parents brought me along at the last minute!” The elf explains, running forward until he can wrap his arms around the cod. Jimmy catches him with a laugh, pulling Scott close to his chest. He gives the other Prince a tight squeeze, and realizes he missed him more than he thought he did. Two months was seriously too long without seeing this guy in person, and the blonde doesn’t know how he can ever do it again. Scott leans back from the hug a bit, so he can press a quick peck to the other’s lips. Jimmy smiles, and kisses him back. He feels like he’s in heaven right now.

The elf pulls away, an excited smile crossing his face. Jimmy finds that expression ten times more cute than he should, and also wants to kiss it right off his friend's face. “I have a gift for you!” Scott says, detaching himself from Jimmy’s person. If it wasn;t for the newfound excitement coursing through the Ocean Prince, he would be missing the warmth of their hugs.

“You do?” Jimmy says, already wondering what it could be. He wasn’t expecting a gift! Scott hadn’t mentioned that in any of their letters! If he’d known, he also would’ve got one for the elf! Unless said gift was supposed to be a surprise, that is. That just made Jimmy more excited about it, actually, now that he’d thought of it.

“Mhmm!” Scott hums, pulling something small out of his pocket. On closer inspection, said small thing appears to be a flower. A poppy flower, if Jimmy remembers correctly. If he’s wrong, he can just shoot Katherine a message about it later. “I know there’s not many flowers in the ocean, so I brought you one from Rivendell!”

“You really didn’t have too.” Jimmy mutters, taking the gift when Scott holds it out to him. Even though the cod has barely ever seen any flowers, it is the most beautiful one in the world. Certainly better looking than the blue orchids that litter the cod lands, and are a pain to get rid of. The flower in his hand, however, is absolutely perfect.

“Yes I did.” Scott is turning a bit red, his face hopeful. Jimmy thinks this guy is way too adorable, and that said cuteness is absolutely going to be the death of him one day. Especially if he keeps giving heartfelt gifts like this one. “You like it?”

“I love it.” Jimmy says, and presses another kiss to the elf’s cheek. Scott giggles, at that, and gives him a kiss in return. The cod puts the flower in his pocket for now, not wanting to accidentally drop and lose it throughout the day. He promises himself that he’ll find somewhere special to put it later that night.

“So, about the two of us dating..?” Scott hums after the gift is given and all the kisses are exchanged, bringing up an earlier topic from their last letter exchange. Jimmy had been expecting this to come up, whenever they saw each other next; considering that both of them had agreed this was something better discussed face to face. And thankfully, he is not nervous about it anymore, and knows exactly what his answer will be.

“Were you gonna ask with the flower?” He laughs, now recognizing the gift giving for what it was. On top of it being the cutest, most romantic thing anyone’s ever done for him and probably ever will. Fwhip, if he ever tries, will wish he could be as good at niceness as Scott is being right now.

“Yeah….Are we a thing now?” The elf hums again, his gaze holding excitement. And, if Jimmy is not mistaken, also some apprehension hidden underneath. But thankfully, there is no need to be apprehensive in the slightest. Scott will be getting the answer he wanted. The one they both did. Nothing more, and nothing less.

“Yep, we’re dating now. You’re my boyfriend!” Jimmy declares, already feeling the biggest smile of the day stretch across his face. Scott lets out a whoop of excitement before he can finish, and almost cuts off the last few words by kissing him again. Once again, Jimmy kisses his boyfriend back, and feels like he’s in heaven.

He is so, so, so glad the elf came for the meeting today after all.

After that declaration, and a second celebratory kiss, the two of them hurry to the meeting room. Thankfully, they are not too late, since the Ocean Queen herself has yet to arrive. Scott’s parents greet them warmly, and invite the two boys to sit next to them. Jimmy is very happy that they did. His seat ends up being the farthest from his mothers, something he knows will save him in the long run for the meeting.

Scott smiles at Jimmy a lot, light chatter filling the room before anything official begins. He’s smiling a bit too much in fact, because a certain princess has already noticed. (They have been officially dating for all of ten minutes, if that makes it worse.) Lizzie gives the two of them a glance, a curious one, and raises an eyebrow. Jimmy just glares back at her from across the table. His sister does not have the time to respond, because that is when the Elven King starts the meeting. It turns out to be a boring alliance meeting, which is great and all, he’s glad that the Ocean Empire and Rivendell are allies now. Jimmy just zones out for half of it, even though he probably shouldn’t do that. Beside him, Scott listens intently, like he’ll die if he won’t. He holds the cod’s hand under the table the whole time.

The rest of the visit is relatively short after the meeting, the Ocean Queen and Rivendell’s rulers going their separate ways. Though the latter two do spend some extra time in the Ocean Empire, wanting to let the children spend some extra time together. And it goes well! Jimmy gets to spend some extra time with his new boyfriend, even if Lizzie is tagging along the whole time. Though Scott seems to get along well with his sister, so it’s not too big of a deal. Jimmy likes that his sister and partner already get along.

The elves leave a little past noon, Scott sneaking a quick kiss onto the cod’s cheek before he leaves. Jimmy feels like he’s walking on clouds and he will be riding the high of this day for as long as possible. And, if for the next few hours, he seems unusually happy, Lizzie doesn’t comment on it. She lets her baby brother have this.

Jimmy goes to bed that night, a smile still stuck to his face, and thinks that this has been the best day of his life, and never wants it to end.

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The week after the Rivendell visit is absolutely horrible, for a number of reasons. It feels like the cards are stacked against Jimmy, and that everything that can possibly go wrong goes wrong in just seven days. He finds out he’s stuck in this dumb empire for an indefinite amount of time, no more visits to other empires being scheduled. So his breaks from the Palace have just vanished, and there was nothing he could do about it. And his mother decided to be like, ten times worse on top of that. For literally no reason, Jimmy might add! He swears she invented new ways to deadname and misgender him, with how much she’s started to do it.

Both those things, among other things, are why Fwhip finds him crying one day. For a minute or two, Jimmy doesn’t even know that it’s the half dragon who finds him. All he hears is someone quietly opening his room door, which he had forgotten to lock, and then footsteps coming towards him. At first he’d thought it was Lizzie, knowing she’d been hovering kinda close to him for the past few days, clearly worried. That was until the person spoke, that is.

“Hey Jim.” Fwhip crouches in front of him, sounding soft. He also sounds a little awkward about it as well. Jimmy lifts his head, startled, and stares back at a boy he was not expecting to see any time soon. The half dragon reaches up slowly, brushing the tears off his face. His touch isn’t exactly soft like it should be, and he wipes the tears away roughly. But it’s okay. Jimmy says nothing for a minute or two, only letting himself melt into the touch. It's not exactly warm and soothing, but it’s all he needs for the moment.

“Hi.” The cod manages, his voice weak and tired from all the crying. Fwhip’s heart twists a little at the sound, and he decides to just hold the cod’s face instead. He thinks that’s what comforts people, physical touch that is. And it seems he’s right, because Jimmy leans into it without thinking. “Didn’t know you were comin’ over…”

“Surprise.” The half dragon gives a small chuckle, one without any joy. It sounds almost as sad as Jimmy looks, and probably feels like, right now. “You good?” He asks a rather obvious question, because doesn’t know what else to say. Fwhip doesn’t need to ask anything else, either. He can figure out why the codboy is crying pretty easily. And the obvious (and most likely) reason starts with Ocean and ends with Queen .

“...No.” Jimmy mumbles, glancing up at him, eyes red from crying. Fwhip feels a frown stretch across his face, and also feels said frown deepen instantly. He doesn’t know what has the cod feeling like this, and knows he probably wouldn’t get an answer if he asks. But the ginger also knows he can’t just leave him like this, and wouldn’t feel right if he did so.

“Well, that won’t do.” He says, getting back to his feet. Fwhip had come here to see Jimmy specifically after all, he might as well spend some time with him. And what better way to distract Jimmy from his sadness than by spending time with him, and probably annoying him with something dumb. Like he always does when they interact. “Come on.”

“Why're we going?” The cod asks, struggling to get to his feet. He sniffles as he stands, and wipes his eyes again. Fwhip pulls out one of the handkerchiefs he keeps in his pocket, doing so for sensory reasons, and throws it over his shoulder. He has to stifle a chuckle when it, presumably, smacks the cod square in the face.

“I'm getting you out of this castle. Just for a little bit.” Fwhip explains, holding the cod’s door open for him. Jimmy, who’s wiping his eyes with the borrowed fabric, steps out of the room behind him. He already looks a lot better, now that there’s tears clinging to his face. And also less like a sad and soppy kitten.

“....Thanks.” The cod mumbles, and folds up the handkerchief. He does not fold it up right, Fwhip notes, which is kinda gross. But he can chastise the other for that later, when he was in a better mood. The half dragon is already drafting the speech about proper handkerchief usage he’s going to give, and how Jimmy should know it already.

“What did I say about that?” He chides lightly, dragging the cod around a corner. Any annoyance in the half dragon’s voice isn’t too serious, only mild at best. He really did hate when Jimmy thanked him for being a nice person, and also showing him basic human decency. It literally wasn’t even the least he could do, in Fwhip’s opinion. The least he could do was actually go punch who or whatever had upset that cod this much.

“Right, right. No more thanks for this stuff.” Jimmy mumbles, following the half dragon going to the castle. He leads them out of it, dodging anyone who might be coming down the hall, and not going any direction he knows some of the maids will be, or any direction that has sounds coming from it. Jimmy thinks if he has to interact with anyone but the half dragon behind him, he’s going to explode. SUrprisingly, Fwhip follows his winding path with no complaint.

They get to the outside of the castle, and Jimmy suggests they go walk around the kingdom for a bit; maybe check out the marketplace and see if there’s anything interesting there. Fwhip agrees, saying it sounds like decent fun, and the two of them head off. They ignore the guards that give them suspicious glances on the way out, but refuse to follow. Jimmy is glad they don’t follow. It’s going to end up being a rather weird two hours, especially if they’re being trailed at all times. Jimmy also doesn’t want to worry about ditching guards, not when he has other things to worry about. Like how weird the half dragon next to him is being. Well, he’s being normal for other people’s standards, but weird for theirs.

Fwhip is being kind today. Well, no, kind isn't the right word there. He's being more considerate than he normally is, which is better than him being kind. If the half dragon started being overly nice to him one day, Jimmy would be concerned about it. The sentiment is shared, because whenever he fails to throw a snarky remark back at the ginger, Fwhip gets a stupid worried look on his face. Like a really stupid look, it's almost funny. If not for the way it makes reluctant affection bubble up inside him and his stomach turn into knots.

He ignores said knots in his stomach, and keeps walking through the floating lily pads with Fwhip. Jimmy holds back a sigh, and lets the familiar ambiance of ocean waves and people going about their days wash over him. He always wishes the Palace wasn’t so high in the air, so he could hear all of this. So he could hear bits of passing conversation, the Ocean’s children playing and laughing, and not just the crashing of the waves.

The cod ignores Fwhip, somewhat taking the lead as they walk. He is the only one of them who knows the way around here, even if his mental map is a little foggy. Jimmy just makes sure the half dragon is still following him, and nothing more. He still….needs a moment or two after the whole crying thing. So he lets the sounds flow over him again, and lets himself pick up on whatever conversation is around them. It’s mostly whispers about him and Fwhip, whispers he was expecting. Wondering why the Prince and the Grimlands heir were walking around the city. And there was also some whispers he wasn’t expecting to hear mixed in as well.

It's that day that Jimmy finds out about the rumors, ones he probably should’ve known about by now. Or at least guessed were a thing. The rumors that he and Fwhip are dating, that they are looking to get married specifically. Said rumors were probably spread by their parents months ago at this point. The two of them just didn't really know, because royal children tended to be some of the most sheltered ones in the whole damn world. In their cases anyways.

For a moment, he wonders if all their friends know. He thinks of Scott again, and cannot help but fret over what he had and hasn't heard. But the elf hadn’t mentioned it, so maybe the news hadn’t reached Rivendell yet? Yeah, that was probably the case, considering how far away both their empires were. And how isolated they both tended to be.

Jimmy held back a sigh, and slowed his pace a little; so Fwhip and him could walk side by side again. They had reached the market now, and it was as busy as Jimmy remembered it being. This place, like the rest of the Ocean Empire, was made of nothing but prismarine, quartz and concrete. It’s horribly pink and white, a sharp contrast to the neighboring marshes Jimmy’s grown used too. Between those pink and white shops, which have the more expensive items, are small stands, all run by independent show owners. Which is why Jimmy called it a market, because it resembled that more than it did a shopping district.

He leads Fwhip through the decently sized crowd, muttering polite apologies whenever he accidentally runs into someone. He’s feeling better by the minute now, some fresh air having helped more than he expected. The only thing is all the eyes he can feel on the two of them, even when they duck behind people and try their best to blend in with the crowd. Fwhip mutters something about how this is so much more stressful than the Grimlands market, where the people see him and Gem regularly, and that this might have to be a quick outing; before they get swarmed by people wanting their prince’s attention. Jimmy agrees with him, and hates that he does. The cod does quite like coming out here, after all.

One of the few places they visit is a stall, since Jimmy doesn’t feel like going in the stores and dealing with the people in there. The ones outside staring at him are bad enough, though the wonder in their eyes is a little endearing. The place they stop at seems to be one that sells handmade items, jewelry specifically. They approach the small counter, curious, and the owner has to do a double take when they see the two princes.

“Oh, the princess!” The shop owner says, their eyes lighting up in joy. It must be a rare experience, for a member of the royal family to come shop at your stand or store. Especially since they don’t tend to leave the Palace much. Jimmy hopes that, even despite the misgender, this gives them a cool story for their friends and family later today.

“ Prince .” Fwhip corrects the shop owner sternly, and with an equally firm glare to match it. Usually, Jimmy would tell him to be a bit nicer to his citizens. The cod hasn’t come out publicly yet, and also rarely appears in the public to begin with. Most people have no reason to know he’s transgender. But today, he is too tired to care, or correct the half dragon. (He also realizes he should’ve mentioned that fact to Fwhip before they got here, but the thought had slipped his mind.) All he can do is give the shopkeeper a slightly kinder, more apologetic look, and hope they don’t get shooed away from anything.

(Though, if they were gonna get kicked out for Fwhip’s admittedly aggressive allyship, then Jimmy probably shouldn’t shop there anyways.)

“Oh, sorry.” The person mutters, clearing their throat awkwardly. Jimmy immediately feels embarrassed for the both of them, his fins flicking downwards. If the half dragon beside him had bothered to learn merfolk body language, he would’ve figured out the cod was a tad upset. But Fwhip hadn’t bothered with that, so he just keeps somewhat glaring at the poor shop owner; who is already moving the conversation along. “What are you two looking for today?”

“We’re just looking!” Jimmy says quickly, before Fwhip can be rude again. He appreciates the support, he really does, but sometimes he just wishes the half dragon would be nice about it. But since when has Fwhip ever known to be nice, or at least a little…less blunt, about anything ever? Never. The answer to that is never. “Well then, take your time!” The shopkeeper says, trying to make themselves busy as the two of them look around. Fwhip looks at all the black jewelry specifically, while Jimmy looks for something to give to Scott. He knows elves value accessories, and that gifting them can be an affection gesture in their culture. Plus, he wants to repay his boyfriend for the poppy, the one he’s stuck to the top of his tunic. And, while Jimmy is looking, he catches a glance of some pride flag themed items, which makes him feel extra bad for Fwhip’s earlier rudeness.

He buys a necklace for Scott, one with parts of a nautilus shell woven into it. He thinks Fwhip buys something when he’s not looking, based on the amount of money the shop owner is counting when he walks over; money that was definitely not there before. He also tips them generously when checking out, figuring he should do some good with all the wealth he was born into. Also, they deserve it for making all of this, and for the small, trans colored patch he’s slipped when checking out. He thinks that was supposed to be for free, but the cod went ahead and paid for it as well and then some.

They stop by another shop, again with no intention of buying anything. But window shopping is nicer than Jimmy thought it would be, so he’s not too opposed to it. The place they stop by is actually the royal bakery, though it’s loosely associated with the family these days. His mother had long stopped caring about the business, and the family they had ordered pastries from for generations. She had been giving them less and less funding each year, leaving the business to thrive on its own. Lizzie always swore she would start supporting them again, whenever she became queen. And like a lot of things with his elder sister, Jimmy will believe that when he sees it. She isn’t the best at supporting things, after all.

They walk in, and Jimmy immediately recognizes the people working. Well, to an extent at least. He knows their faces at least, from a few sparse meetings when he was much younger. Ya know, when his mother still pretended to give a shit about things. The people at the shop definitely know who he and Fwhip are though, just like everyone around the kingdom does. But any potential ill will for the royal family abandoning them is either withheld, or rightfully directed towards his mother and his mother alone. Much to Jimmy’s relief.

They greet both of the princes kindly, and Jimmy gives an awkward wave to the two people behind the counter. He hopes no one from the kitchen finds out they’re here, and comes to take a look. He already feels out of place enough as it is, and seeing any more of his mum’s old and estranged friends was probably going to make that worse.

He and Fwhip only get one pastry from the store, that being a small bag of cookies. Mainly because Jimmy mentioned the empire having some world renowned desserts, and the half dragon would be stupid to pass this opportunity up and not buy something. When they are buying said cookies is when the whole visit goes wrong, and Jimmy decides he wants to go back to the hellhole castle now, actually.

“Buying this for a girlfriend?” One of the workers teases, flipping her curly hair over her shoulder. This is actually the most awkward thing she could’ve asked two teenagers, Jimmy decided. Especially when she was an ex family friend of one of those teenagers. “A lot of guys your age come in here just for that, ya know!”

“I’m his boyfriend, actually.” Fwhip said, somehow keeping his tone completely neutral. He overpays for something yet again, entirely ignoring (or just straight up not noticing) their cashier’s shock in front of him, and the way Jimmy is mortified and embarrassed beside him. He also feels like the half dragon is gonna call this another autism superpower later if asked about it, and makes a mental note to not ask him about it.

“ Oh. So the rumors are true.” The cashier mumbles, taking the extra money without any protest. She doesn’t even look happy about it, just like she’s trying to wrap her mind around the metaphorical bomb Fwhip just dropped. Jimmy stands there, now even more awkward than he already was, and considers strangling the life force out of a certain half dragon when they get back to the Palace.

“Heh, yeah.” The cod says, opening his mouth before his companion can say anything else insane. They need to get out of this store before Jimmy’s musing of killing just Fwhip turn into musing of killing them both. Just so he doesn’t have to deal with whatever the fallout of this will be. “Thank you.”

“Come back soon?” The woman behind the counter only offers an awkward goodbye, partly because they are already making a beeline for the door. Jimmy is actually gonna kill this guy when they’re in private, he decides. That was like, the most mortifying moment of his whole life, and he needs ro be repaid for it somehow!

“I’ll try!” He calls over his shoulder, and then they are out the door before Fwhip even knows what happens. Fwhip just grumbles something to himself, something probably rude. In response, Jimmy just calls him an idiot, and says to shut up and eat the cookies he overpaid for. Which Fwhip does, rather begrudgingly, and their stroll falls into silence once again.

So in one day, Fwhip has not only outed him as a transman to his kingdom, he has also outed him as gay. Which sounds like a bigger deal than it is, and maybe should also bother Jimmy more than they do. Both those facts were gonna be made obvious when they got married anyways, might as well get that part out of the way early. Besides, his mother already knew the first part, and already knew Lizzie was bisexual. Figuring out both her children were gay shouldn’t be too hard, especially with how her son interacted with a certain eleven prince just a week ago. (Even if the Ocean Queen cannot be normal about queer people for the life of her, much to everyone's misfortune.)

Also on that same day, the half dragon has told everyone they are dating. Which, unlike the last two things he told the whole world, is not true. They are not dating, neither of them have ever had any interest in being in that type of relationship with each other. Jimmy has a whole different boyfriend that Fwhip doesn’t even know about. This fact is also something that should bother Jimmy more than it does, but it doesn’t. He just walks with his “boyfriend” calmly back to the Palace, figuring he probably won’t have a breakdown about any of this later. Probably .

The half dragon slips a hand into his own as they walk, pulling the cod closer to him. Jimmy lets him do so without complaint, and tries not to think about the meaning too much. Maybe it means nothing. Maybe Fwhip doesn't want anyone to overhear their conversation. Maybe it means something. Maybe none of this means anything. Maybe Jimmy’s just overthinking again. The cod does not want to know which one it is, even if it's more than likely the last option, and also does not want to find out.

“How’s everything been?” Fwhip asks, keeping his tone quiet. Okay then, maybe he doesn’t want anyone to overheat them. Especially with the state he found the cod in today. That would be like, the worst thing they could reveal about the royal family after all. (Even if everyone with a brain has already figured out the Ocean Queen is a bit mean to her children.) However, Jimmy is still overthinking, and will absolutely not be mentioning any of that in public. So he skirts around the question, and tells the half dragon a bunch of information he probably didn’t even want to hear.

“It’s been okay.” Jimmy says, and it’s only half of a lie. Somethings have been pretty okay, other’s haven’t been. Which was obvious, considering the half dragon had walked in on him having a breakdown. It just depended on what things Fwhip was asking about. But the cod doesn’t want to get into all that. Not right now, or ever, really. So he switches the topic to the first thing that comes to mind. “Lizzie and Joel are dating now.”

“Oh, good for them?” Fwhip’s congratulations are a little halted, like he’s not sure if he should be happy for their friends or not. An understandable reaction, considering they are literally in an arranged marriage and fake dating. But no, much unlike the two prince’s own, this relationship is real. Joel and Lizzie had been crushing on each other for months. It was going to happen sooner or later.

Jimmy just wishes he didn’t feel so bitter about it.

“They’re an actual couple, don’t worry.” The cod clarifies, remembering how excited the Mezalean Prince had been when he announced it to his best friend. He wishes the memory still held the same sense of excitement it used too. “Joel’s actually over a lot now, just to spend time with her..” He adds, and Jimmy can’t help the bitterness that sinks into his words. Or it’s jealousy. The blonde doesn’t know which one it is anymore.

“Oh, that’s good. That they’re not arranged, I mean.” Fwhip says, and his voice is relaxed. But his grip on Jimmy’s hand stiffens. He heard the change in the cod’s voice. He was worried. Which was great. He hadn’t wanted the half dragon to worry, or anything like that, and now he was. Great going codboy .

Jimmy mutters a lame yeah in response, and then opts for not saying anything anymore. Staring at the pavement and people around them is suddenly a lot more interesting than speaking about this. This had been one of the things that weren’t really okay. In trying to avoid all of them, Jimmy had accidentally bought one up. How ironic, and also horrible for him.

The cod hasn’t seen much of Joel for awhile now, but it feels like it’s been less and less since he and Lizzie started dating. He sees the other prince briefly, on days when they’re both at the palace, maybe for an hour or so. Other than that, Joel is either in his own kingdom or with Lizzie. And Jimmy is stuck in the cod empire, sometimes leaving right as his friend arrives. (He has to wonder if those days are intentional..) Point of all that is; him and Joel haven’t actually hung out in a few months, and the cod’s starting to get a little apathetic about it. Of course his friend is spending less time with him, even when they’re at the Palace together. He does have a girlfriend now…. This probably sounds like, a little fucked up, but Jimmy is getting a little numb to people drifting away. He’s a little numb to being lonely and bitter about relationships. The Prince had never really had friends his whole life, not before meeting Joel when he was about ten. He was already the least favored child in the Palace, which had been clear for years and years. It had only worsened after he came out….his mother was crueler, and Lizzie and him had had a rift growing between them for a while now…

It only made sense to his brian that Joel would eventually move onto better and more likable people than him. Everyone else did, so why wouldn’t he? The only reason Jimmy even lets himself be open with Fwhip is because the half dragon literally cannot leave. And he’s sure if he could, the future Count would’ve been gone by now. They barely even liked each other when the deal was made anyways, and that probably wouldn’t have changed without it.

It’s definitely selfish, but he kinda wants Joel all to himself. Jimmy knows that’s not possible , and isn’t a good thing either, but he can’t help feeling that way. It would certainly be less…emotionally confusing than having Fwhip all to himself; like he seems to have now. Joel was just…his favorite person before (and still very much is!) and it’s not fun to barely see him anymore. It’s not fun at all. It feels like a big part of his life and already fragile support system has just been chopped off.

Hesitantly, like he can sense all the turmoil in the others head, Fwhip leans over and plants a soft kiss on his cheek. Jimmy thinks it’s supposed to be a comforting thing. It makes him blush bright red instead. It makes him hope no one else saw that, even though they just said they were dating. It had moved his thoughts away from some bad things, so at least there was that. Even if they’d just been moved to whatever’s going on between the two of them, which is equally if not more messy than whatever’s going on with Joel.

They walk back to the castle in silence after that, Jimmy only taking fleeting glances at the half dragon. He’s blushing after the cheek kiss, and does so for most of the way back. The cod doesn’t think his face gets any less red either. That just makes him wanna get home sooner, and Jimmy quickens their pace. It’s past noon, anyways, he should’ve been at the castle this whole time, and should be back before his mother notices he snuck out. If she notices at all. (She probably will, since she watches the Palace like a hawk. But is it really sneaking out if like, ten guards saw them walk out of the front door though…)

Fwhip walks him back to the Prisma Palace, up all those annoying ass steps the designers thought, for some reason, were a good idea. He doesn’t stay long after that, saying he wasn’t supposed to be here this long. Upon hearing that, Jimmy realizes he actually has no fucking idea how the half dragon even got here, and why he showed up like some guardian angel. Or when he did, or who he was with; because a visit was not scheduled for today. But the cod is not going to mention it to anybody, especially not his mother, just in case.

In the end, he honestly doesn’t care how Fwhip got here, just that his visit had made his day better. The half dragon made Jimmy feel less like shit, they were apparently dating now and he was also apparently openly trans, and that was all that mattered about the day. That was all that mattered, and all Jimmy could hope afterwards was that the next day would be better.

#jimmy solidarity #ron.fic #fwhimmy #flower husbands #they r back again lmao #fwhip #scott smajor #empiresshipping #ily (im not supossed too)

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