#Spontaneous-Temptation

[merakiui]

give in to the diasomnia brainworms!!!

I REFUSE. ( ｡ •̀ ᴖ •́ ｡) I've already given in.

It's actually a little amusing because when twst was first released in English I created a tier list to illustrate to my friend what my current thoughts were for each character. I put Malleus and Lilia in the category titled senior citizen LOL. But now I am here and I'm seeing the appeal that Diasomnia has.......... especially the appeal with Lilia being such an eccentric father figure... he takes you in and raises you alongside Silver, but what he fails to teach you and Silver is that there are different types of love and so Silver's "platonic, familial affections" for you aren't so platonic and familial the older he gets. And Lilia genuinely sees nothing wrong with it, so he enables it because it's just the sweetest thing to see how much Silver dotes on you. So when Silver proclaims he'll marry you and start a family with you and then his friends find out it's you he's talking about!!!!! T_T they're giving him the strangest looks, but Lilia's so happy and proud. Please give him lots of grandchildren. <3

AND GENERAL LILIA. OTL he does not care about you at all... so cold-hearted. >_< maybe you're a human prisoner from a fallen kingdom and since war brings out the absolute worst in people he throws you to his men and you're used as stress relief,,,, or maybe you're from the enemy's side and General Vanrouge takes you as his bride because he can. >:) and you'll do anything to stay alive, so if survival comes at the cost of playing wife to this monstrous war general you'll do it.

And then there's that very crucial piece of information from book seven regarding a certain something!!!!!!!!!! I won't mention it due to spoilers, but ever since I learned it I have thought of it often whenever the Malleus worms invade my brain. orz

[teanderthalrex]

Temptation of the Force by Tessa Gratton

My comfort reads are The High Republic books. This was a really really nice read. I started it before the results of 11/5/24 but I sort of dissociated into the comfort of this familiar setting and read the whole thing in the last two days. I love seeing Elzar and Avar coming together after Stellan's death, and personally it's always a pleasure to see Xylan.

This book has changed my entire thinking about Bell and Burry's relationship because what do you mean that the three main storylines are Xylan and Cair, Elzar and Avar, and Bell and Burry? The title is Temptation of the Force. This book is so romantic relationship coded and now I feel like I need more romantic Burry and Bell in my life.

(Yes Avon is there too but her relationship stuff is about her mom and that's definitely not romantic. Also Avon deserved more chapters, I feel like she was just there to tell people Xylan was right and make her mom feel guilty. Less plot device, more character next time would be nice.)

We get more of the blight that cost Cair his hand in this one but we don't learn much more about it besides that it seems to be follow Drengir arriving on planets.

There are some pretty good plot developments in this, which makes sense since it is a main novel. But more than that, we get to see how everyone works together once again after the fall of starlight and Avar's return from beyond the stormwall. The scene with Burry, Avar, and Elzar was really good. It's the highlight of the book for me. Aside from maybe Xylan locking up Cair because he cares and is incredibly bad at relationships.

No Reath or Cormac but I started Tears of the Nameless already and there's plenty of them so far in that so Temptation gets a pass. But I swear if Affie Hollow has still not aged in Tears I will start telling people she's immortal.

I love these books. This one is no different. I don't think it's on the level with some of the books in phase 1, but still incredibly solid.

4/5

[andr0nap]

spontaneous au created after the new monster hunter game announcement and being thoroughly bullied by my twitter followers to give into temptation

[fairymint]

🚲 : Does your OC enjoy playing the field? Or are they more monogamy-minded?

You and I have had this conversations in DMs, loooool and-

two wolves inside of me. 'felix never gets laid because he never sits still and is picky' 'felix is a celebrity that gets propositioned and also is kind of a slut' hbjsnkdfsd he'd much rather be monogamous but fffffff lmaooo

In all seriousness, I do think he's slept with at least 3 guys. only because of 3 specific experiences that I know he likes, which makes looking at men more awkward and attractive- He knows his preferences. what matters. ....which is not as many as IRL but i have to note that we're both formerly-ace and probably started late? Probably the weirdest meta is just explaining why those guys don't have him anymore. Though he does have more freedom at 18 than I ever had until age 22. but yeah I am wishy-washy with how 'busy' I imagine Felix to be, but more towards picky-

He is more monogomy minded, generally speaking, but I do think he plays the field just a little nonsexually- My usual explanation for multiship stuff is that whatever guy he ends up with happens first- it's whoever bothers to take the step and get involved w/ him. and the default reason for him being single is being unable to pick between guys before moving locations and forgetting about them. I'm probably gonna say, that he's not one to date around if he can help it- only flirt. So he'll date one guy at a time, and unless it's explicitly a fling/benefits situation or one-night stand, will probs fall in love in bed. Lot of selfships that I have with allosexual muses end up with his partner thirsting for him a bit spontaneously in the moment, cause they're a bit more rash/needy than him and take the opportunity, especially when they see that he's vulnerable to physical touch. They'll just be netflixin or some shit, get too close, and start to chill-

[imonanotherlebel]

Seventeen Members React to Their Partner Initiating Sex at an Unusual Time

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Warnings: nsfw, Minors DNI

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S.Coups

Seungcheol would be caught off guard but immediately turned on. If you try to get frisky during a serious moment, like in the middle of a meeting or while he’s working, he’d give you a stern look, but it wouldn’t last long. The second you start teasing him, he’d smirk and say something like, "You really can’t wait, can you?" He loooves the bratty side of you, and he loves to play into it. He’d take a moment to find a way to get you both alone, where he’d make sure to reward you for your boldness. He will NOT be soft.

Jeonghan

Jeonghan would love the thrill of it. If you start touching him during a movie or try to get handsy when you’re out somewhere, he’d play along with a mischievous smile. "You’re really in the mood now?" he’d tease, clearly enjoying the situation. He’d take his time, dragging out the moment just to see how desperate you can get before finally pulling you somewhere private to finish what you started.

Joshua

Joshua would be a bit surprised at first but secretly thrilled. If you initiate in a situation like during a meeting or when you’re supposed to be focusing on something else, he’d blush slightly and try to keep his composure. But your persistence would get to him, and soon enough, he’d give in, finding a way to slip away with you. "You’re going to get us in trouble," he’d whisper, but the excitement in his voice would betray him as he pulls you close.

Jun

Jun would be all for it. He’s always up for a little spontaneity, so if you start making moves in an unexpected place, like in the middle of a dinner or while out with friends, he’d get excited right away. "You’re so bad," he’d whisper, grinning as he starts playing along. He’d find a way to make it happen, taking you somewhere more private and making sure you both enjoy the thrill of the moment.

Hoshi

Hoshi would be surprised but very excited. If you start teasing him during something like a practice session or while you’re supposed to be watching a show, he’d try to focus but quickly give in to the temptation. "You really want to do this now?" he’d ask, his voice filled with excitement. He’d sneak you away as soon as he could, loving the rush of doing something so risky. He loves to match your freak.

Wonwoo

Wonwoo might seem reserved, but the idea of you initiating at an unusual time would awaken something in him. If you try to distract him during a quiet moment, like while he’s reading or working, he’d be surprised but intrigued. He’d put down whatever he was doing, giving you a look that says you’re in for it now. He’d take his time getting you alone, loving the idea of giving in to your desires when you least expect it. He would try to show you that he disapproves of it, but will take control and fuck you senseless either way. "Tsk, you really are a bad girl y/n"

Woozi

Woozi would be caught off guard, especially if you start teasing him while he’s in the studio or focused on his work. He’d give you a look that’s part amusement, part disbelief. "You’re really going to try that now?" he’d ask, but he wouldn’t be able to resist for long. Once you have his attention, he’d find a way to wrap things up quickly so he can give you his full focus, making sure the wait was worth it.

DK

DK would be surprised but definitely excited. If you start touching him during something like a concert or when you’re out in public, he’d get flustered but wouldn’t want to stop you. "Are you serious right now?" he’d ask with a laugh, but the excitement in his eyes would be clear. He’d try to keep it together until he could get you alone, where he’d let all that built-up tension out.

Mingyu

Mingyu would be instantly turned on. If you start making moves during an unexpected moment, like in the middle of a social event, he’d smirk and play along immediately. "You just can’t wait, can you?" he’d whisper in your ear, running a finger down your back, tracing your spine, loving the thrill of it. His breath on your skin sending shivers down your spine. It would turn a switch on him, making him dominant instantly. He’d find a way to sneak away with you, where he’d be more than ready to satisfy your sudden urges. But be careful. He does not stop with one round.

The8

The8 would be calm on the surface but secretly very into it. If you initiate in a moment that catches him off guard, like during a dinner, he’d give you a look that says he’s intrigued. He wouldn’t rush it, though. He’d enjoy the anticipation, dragging out the moment until you’re practically begging for more. "You're needy for me, baby? Beg for it," he'd whisper in your ear as he slid his hand between your thighs. Then he’d take you somewhere private and make sure it was worth the wait.

Seungkwan

Seungkwan would be flustered but excited. If you start teasing him during an unexpected time, like during a serious conversation or while out with friends, he’d blush and try to keep it together. "Are you crazy?" he’d whisper, but the excitement would be clear in his voice. He’d try to find a way to sneak away with you, where he’d let go and fully indulge in the moment, making sure you both enjoy the thrill.

Vernon

Vernon would be surprised but quickly catch on to the idea. If you start making a move in a quiet moment, like while watching a movie or during a low-key hangout with friends, he’d smirk and play it cool. "You’re really trying to start something now?" he’d ask, clearly intrigued. He’d go along with it, finding a way to slip away with you so you can continue without any interruptions.

Dino

Dino would be a mix of surprise and excitement. If you initiate during an unexpected time, like in the middle of a game or while you’re supposed to be doing something else, he’d be a bit flustered but very into it. "You’re really in the mood now?" he’d ask with a grin, already thinking of how to make it happen. He’d find a way to sneak off with you, eager to do all things imaginable.

[majikkulu]

━━ ❝MASTERLIST❞

these are my personal observations and may not resonate with everyone. please take them with a grain of salt, as i'm not a professional astrologer! :))

asteroid pandora (55) in astrology shows where curiosity drives you to explore the unknown, often bringing surprises or unforeseen consequences. where pandora is in your chart hints at what fascinates you and may lead to exciting discoveries or unexpected challenges.

ᴘᴀɴᴅᴏʀᴀ ɪɴ ᴀʀɪᴇꜱ / 1ꜱᴛ ʜᴏᴜꜱᴇ

people with this placement feel a pull toward adventure and risk-taking. they’re often spontaneous and willing to try new things on impulse, especially when it comes to their personal style or appearance. they might experiment with bold looks or unique personas, which can make them seem unpredictable or hard to pin down. this energy can reveal hidden strengths and insecurities, shaping their sense of identity through trial and error.

ᴘᴀɴᴅᴏʀᴀ ɪɴ ᴛᴀᴜʀᴜꜱ / 2ɴᴅ ʜᴏᴜꜱᴇ

here, curiosity revolves around beauty, comfort, and security. people may explore various ways to build wealth or surround themselves with things that feel luxurious. this placement can lead to sudden changes in financial habits or unexpected temptations around materialism. they might question what truly matters to them, realizing that not all comforts

ᴘᴀɴᴅᴏʀᴀ ɪɴ ɢᴇᴍɪɴɪ / 3ʀᴅ ʜᴏᴜꜱᴇ

this placement brings an endless thirst for knowledge, leading people to jump from one topic to another. they’re drawn to gossip and can surprise others with their communication style. their curiosity may bring a constant stream of news and fresh perspectives, but this can also create mental clutter, making it hard to focus deeply on one thing. they tend to explore new ideas and can be scattered, occasionally doing too much at once.

ᴘᴀɴᴅᴏʀᴀ ɪɴ ᴄᴀɴᴄᴇʀ / 4ᴛʜ ʜᴏᴜꜱᴇ

people with pandora here feel naturally drawn to explore their emotional life and family bonds. they may dig into family history, bringing hidden family secrets to light, which can either heal or complicate relationships. this placement makes them very empathic, so they may experience intense emotional encounters. their curiosity around home and family shapes their inner world, pushing them to redefine their roots and values.

ᴘᴀɴᴅᴏʀᴀ ɪɴ ʟᴇᴏ / 5ʜ ʜᴏᴜꜱᴇ

those with this placement have a strong desire to stand out and may attract both admiration and drama. they are often drawn to the spotlight, and this can bring sudden attention or criticism. they experiment with self-expression, often taking bold, creative risks. their curiosity might lead them into exciting or brief romantic experiences, seeking passion and adventure in love.

ᴘᴀɴᴅᴏʀᴀ ɪɴ ᴠɪʀɢᴏ / 6ᴛʜ ʜᴏᴜꜱᴇ

curiosity here centers around health, self-care, and daily routines. people may experiment with wellness practices, diets, or exercise routines. they are drawn to explore details and may develop a tendency to over-analyze, which can bring anxiety or frustration. they may encounter sudden shifts in their routines or at work, pushing them to adapt quickly and learn flexibility.

ᴘᴀɴᴅᴏʀᴀ ɪɴ ʟɪʙʀᴀ / 7ᴛʜ ʜᴏᴜꜱᴇ

this placement attracts people to unique or unconventional relationships. they may be fascinated by charming or mysterious partners and could experience shifting dynamics in relationships or partnerships. this curiosity reveals deeper truths about themselves and others, often challenging them to balance personal needs with those of their partners, which can bring growth in their approach to relationships.

ᴘᴀɴᴅᴏʀᴀ ɪɴ ꜱᴄᴏʀᴘɪᴏ / 8ᴛʜ ʜᴏᴜꜱᴇ

people here are drawn to deep mysteries and the unknown, often exploring taboo topics or intense emotional experiences. they feel a pull toward spirituality or the transformative aspects of life and are unafraid to confront their own fears. this curiosity pushes them to discover hidden parts of themselves and face their deepest fears, growing through profound personal evolution.

ᴘᴀɴᴅᴏʀᴀ ɪɴ ꜱᴀɢɪᴛᴛᴀʀɪᴜꜱ / 9ᴛʜ ʜᴏᴜꜱᴇ

with this placement, curiosity leads to a search for truth and a desire to explore different cultures and belief systems. they may frequently question their values or beliefs, leading to open-mindedness and growth. their curiosity about the world might spark an interest in travel or philosophy, helping them understand life on a broader scale.

ᴘᴀɴᴅᴏʀᴀ ɪɴ ᴄᴀᴘʀɪᴄᴏʀɴ / 10ᴛʜ ʜᴏᴜꜱᴇ

those with this placement experience curiosity around reputation and career, often feeling drawn to explore new roles or professional challenges. they may experiment with different career paths, sometimes drawn to roles with status or influence. this can lead to quick shifts in their public image, testing their patience and commitment in the face of public perception and authority.

ᴘᴀɴᴅᴏʀᴀ ɪɴ ᴀQᴜᴀʀɪᴜꜱ / 11ᴛʜ ʜᴏᴜꜱᴇ

here, people are drawn to unique social circles and unconventional ideas. they may find themselves exploring new social ideals and forming unexpected friendships. their curiosity pushes them to connect with people who think differently, often questioning where they truly fit in. this placement encourages them to embrace their authentic selves and find communities that resonate with their values.

ᴘᴀɴᴅᴏʀᴀ ɪɴ ᴘɪꜱᴄᴇꜱ / 12ᴛʜ ʜᴏᴜꜱᴇ

this placement draws people toward spirituality, mysticism, and the subconscious mind. they might explore dreams, fantasies, or other hidden aspects of their psyche. this curiosity can lead them to seek artistic inspiration or deep spiritual insights, often helping them confront suppressed emotions or illusions. pandora here invites them to balance their imagination with reality, exploring the mystical parts of life in a grounded way.

[amorisxx]

Art (esp Dilf!Art) likes to do that thing where he turns on some music and comes to you with a glass of wine or champagne and a smug smile on his face.

He’ll grab your hand and plant a little kiss on it before basically tugging you to dance with him.

He likes to play a lot of oldies. Think the Temptations (my girl), old Stevie Wonder songs like My Cherie Amour, Aretha Franklin, Otis Redding. (He spent a lot of time with his grandma, and she’d play a lot of this music so he has a fondness for it)

He probably collects records tbh, so it’s a regular thing of his. He enjoys having soft background music. He’ll play it while cooking a meal or doing household chores.

Art knows how to cook and will often cook meals for his significant other. I’m dying on this hill.

But oftentimes he just likes to grab you spontaneously and gently sway to the music. Especially if you’re stressed or in a low mood. It’s his way of cheering you up or getting you out of bed and moving around.

[literaryvein-reblogs]

Writing Notes: The Arcana Interpretations

symbolism for your next poem/story (pt. 1)

1. The Magician

The beginning, the first cause, Mercurial influence

Good: Dexterity, ability, diplomacy, eloquence, convincing ways, an alert mind, a quick mind, business acumen

Bad: A persuasive boaster, an illusionist, intrigue, careerist, politician, charlatan, imposter, liar, a crook, an exploiter; an agitator, a lack of scruples

2. The Priestess

Mystery, intuition, devotion, passive Saturnian influence

Good: reserved, discreet, quiet, meditation, faith, patient, religious feelings, resignation, modesty; necessary inaction

Bad: hidden intentions, dissimulation, hypocrisy, inaction, laziness, sanctimonious, holds a grudge, an indifferent disposition, interest in the mystical

3. The Empress

Prudence, discretion, idealism and intellectual solar influence

Good: Understanding, intelligence, instruction, charm, courteous, sociable, elegance, distinction, politeness; domination by the mind, abundance, riches; servility

Bad: Affectation, poseur, stylish, vanity, pretentious, disdain, frivolity, idleness, luxury, extravagant; sensitivity to flattery, lack of refinement, ways of nouveaux riche

4. The Emperor

Firm, positivism, executive power, Saturnian-Martial influence

Good: Right, rigid, certitude, fixed ideas, realization, perseverance, strong willpower, acts on decisions; powerful protector

Bad: Tenuous opposition, stubborn, hostile prejudice, opinionated, bad government, big risks of failure; tyranny, absolutism

5. The Pope

Duty, morality, conscience, Jupiterian influence

Good: Moral authority, respectability, teaching, good advice, goodwill, indulgent, generosity, forgiveness; meekness

Bad: Papal sentence, strict moralist, strict teacher, small-minded theorist, bombastic preacher; an adviser with a lank of practical sense

6. The Lovers

Feelings, freewilled, testing, double influence of Venus or more exactly Ishtar the war like star of the morning, then amorous as the stars go down

Good: Voluntary determinism, choice, wished, aspirations, desires; examinations, deliberations, responsibility; affections

Bad: To go through doubts and indecision; dangerous temptation, the risk of being seduced, misconduct, liberty, weakness, lack of heroism

7. The Chariot

Triumph, command, superiority, Martian-solar influence

Good: Legitimate success, deserved advancement, talent, health, aptitudes put to good effect; governmental tact, diplomacy, efficient direction, appeasement; progress, mobility, journeys on land

Bad: Unjustified ambition, lack of talent, usurped situation, illegitimate government, dictatorship, harmful concessions, dangerous opportunism, worrying about which way to go, preoccupations, overworked, feverish activity without rest

8. Justice

Order, regularity, method, equilibrium, placid lunar influences

Good: Stability, conservatism, organization, normal functioning; law, discipline, logic, coordination, adapting to necessities, moderate opinions, practical sense, reason, administration, economy, obedience

Bad: Bourgeoisism, submission to users, lack of initiative, slaving over books, functionalism, papers; police station; legal dispute, law suit, quarrel, exploitation of the legal system

9. The Hermit

Prudence, reserve, restriction, Saturnian influence

Good: Isolation, concentration, silence, profoundness, meditation, study; austerity, continence, sobriety, discretion; doctor, discreet occultist

Bad: Timid, misanthrope, mute, exaggerated circumspection, lack of sociability, sullen character; avarice, poverty, celibacy, chaste; conspirator

10. The Wheel of Fortune

Destiny, instability, lunar-Mercurial influence

Good: Sagacity, an opportunist, luck in all undertakings, luck, fortuitous success; spontaneity, an inventive disposition, liveliness, good humour

Bad: Carelessness, speculation, game, insecurity, unserious, the unexpected, gypsy character; unstable situation, sudden change, winnings and losses; adventures, risks, minor fortune

11. Strength

Virtue, courage, Jupiter-Mars influence

Good: Moral energy, calm, intrepid; mind over matter; intelligence conquering brutality; subjugation of passions; success in industry

Bad: Anger, impatience, immoderate enthusiasm, insensibility, cruelty, fighting, war, conquering with violence, a surgical operation, vehemence, discord, fire

Source ⚜ More: Writing Notes & References ⚜ On Tarot

[verofleur]

One More Night

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pairing : five hargreeves x fem!reader

wc : 10.5k

warnings : slight profanity, few mentions of “yn”, slight mentions of blood and weaponry, and mentions of alcohol and drinking

synopsis : receiving a spontaneous invitation to meet up with a someone you’ve tried to forget — what could possibly go wrong?

a/n ⦂ second part to unexpected visits, hope you enjoy it as much as i enjoyed writing it. can’t thank you all enough for the support on the last one. truly, it means a lot. apologies for any mistakes. enjoy !! — n <𝟹

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‎ ‎ ‎ Petrichor (n.) ─ The evocative scent that permeates the air when raindrops grace the parched earth, a harmonious blend of soil and moisture that stirs memories of serenity and the timeless dance of nature’s elements.

It was the first thing Five noticed as he awoke from an unusual restful sleep. The remnants of the night’s rain lingered through the large windows, casting a gentle gloom over the city. Grey clouds dominated the sky, making the outdoors appear bleak but the indoors of people’s homes feel warm and inviting. A fine mist wove through the cityscape, the silhouettes of buildings barely visible in the distance. He didn’t bother to check the alarm clock next to him on the nightstand, but he could sense it was still early.

He wouldn’t label himself strictly as a morning person, but he didn’t mind the term either. In fact, he cherished early mornings for their tranquility. While most of the world was still asleep, he reveled in the calm, enjoying the peace and solitude without any interruptions. No one could bother him.

He glanced around his room, the dark wooden dresser next to the window had a drawer slightly ajar, with some clothes peeking out. On top of it lay a scattering of neglected items : forgotten files, a book gifted from one of his siblings, and a slightly wilted plant, its leaves curling from days without water. The curtain beside it draped over the dresser, swaying gently in the breeze that wafted through the open window.

Outside, the typically bustling city seemed to pause in the early morning hush, the luminous neon sign visible from his apartment now completely shut off. The gentle patter of the last few raindrops on the windowpane formed a soothing rhythm, a contrast to the turmoil that tended to cloud his thoughts.

Today, however, felt different; a sense of calm settled over him, despite the faint throbbing in his head from the alcohol consumed just hours earlier. He longed for oblivion, to erase the events of the previous night, but such wishes were futile. It all played out in his mind with relentless clarity, all in a loop.

How could he ever forget?

Rubbing his temples, he tried to ease the dull pulses as he took a deep breath, letting the fresh, earthy scent of the outdoors fill his lungs through the slightly ajar window. He preferred to confront thoughts of her later, after starting his day. Besides, he knew he had to get up now; delaying it would only intensify the difficulty later on.

Reluctantly, he pushed aside the temptation to sleep in and sat up. His pajamas were now mostly wrinkled. He didn’t have a ‎clear memory of changing into them, but he was glad he did. His clothes from the previous night were carelessly thrown across the floor, a silent testament to his hasty retreat to bed. The floorboards creaked softly as he swung his legs over the side, the sound echoing in the stillness of the room.

He stretched, feeling the tension ease slightly from his muscles, before slowly making his way out of bed. He left his sheets in disarray; he could deal with them later.

As he made his way to the living room, the remaining scent of whiskey hung faintly in the air, accompanied by the sight of empty glasses and stray liquor bottles scattered about. Yet, it wasn't just the cups that struck him as empty upon closer inspection.

He blinked, half-expecting to see yn there. But to his surprise, the couch was vacant. There was nothing there. If it weren't for the evidence scattered around the living space, the blanket he'd let her borrow poking out of the storage cabinet, and the vivid memories of their late-night encounters coming back to him in strange, accurate detail, he might have convinced himself it was all just a bizarre dream.

“You're kidding…” He muttered under his breath, a hint of annoyance coloring his tone. For the second time in less than twenty-four hours, she had managed to leave him in utter disbelief.

The apartment was quiet, but her absence made the silence more pronounced. Five's thoughts drifted to her as he stood there, nearly frozen, contemplating the events of the previous night. Her presence had been unexpected, and their encounter left him more unsettled than he cared to admit.

His mind replayed the night before : the surprise, the confusion, and the underlying tension when he found her, drunk and lounging on his couch. He had been fed up with his uncooperative family, the weight of the world pressing heavily on his shoulders. Yet, seeing her there had stirred something within him, an emotion he couldn't quite identify. Her presence had been so jarring that he had almost forgotten the reason that brought him to his apartment in the first place.

Now, standing in the quiet of his apartment, Five felt everything clashing. Part of him yearned to push her away, to uphold the distance that had long defined their relationship. He had been successful in keeping her relegated to a distant memory for so long that it had become second nature.

But he couldn’t do it anymore. This time, everything about her felt achingly real in his mind ─ too real.

The echo of her laughter, the bite of her sarcasm, the spark of challenge in her eyes during their banter, and the rare, vulnerable moments when she lowered her guard around him ─ all of it felt intensely vivid. Nothing seemed distant anymore; everything was painfully present.

 

Five sighed, running a hand through his disheveled hair. He took a deep breath, the earthy scent of the world outside mixed with faint traces of her perfume filling his lungs. The contrast between the dreary monotony of the outside world and the cozy warmth inside his apartment was ‎clear as day.

He was supposed to feel relieved that she had left ─ wasn't he? After all, despite last night prompting him to reassess his thoughts about her, it reminded him that she was merely a distraction. Why was he even questioning it? Of course he should be glad she left, ecstatic even.

Yet, as he tidied up the remnants of her presence in the living room, he couldn't shake the unease and confusion gnawing at him. Why wouldn't it go away? It genuinely stressed him out. He wasn't even sure what to do next. The entire situation seemed almost laughable.

The man who could unravel complex cases in hours now found himself completely thrown off. It felt out of character. He should have been satisfied. So, why wasn’t he? This all had no reason to be so complex.

It didn’t help that all his mind seemed capable of doing at the moment was replay their conversations ─ it was as if every word spoken, every glance exchanged, had imprinted itself deeply in his thoughts, refusing to fade.

In the midst of organizing the cluttered shelf, he spotted a small post-it note on the record player, the record from the previous night still on the turntable. He hesitated for a second, but picked up the note anyways, instantly recognizing the familiar handwriting as hers. With a furrowed brow, he paused, noticing something peculiar in the bottom of the note ─ a faint lipstick stain, unmistakably a kiss mark.

‎ ‎ Thanks for the hospitality Hargreeves.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Don’t miss me too much.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎xx

Unconsciously, his finger traced the messy but legible loops of her handwriting, pausing on each word before settling on the mark of her lips. The message echoed repeatedly in his mind, like a record.

With a sudden motion, he crumpled the note in silent frustration, unable to shake off the lasting irritation she had stirred. Though his demeanor remained calm, his thoughts were elsewhere.

Regardless of appreciating the small gesture and being familiar with this behavior from her, he still couldn't fathom her audacity. After quite literally saving her from a life-threatening wound, a topic he had delicately avoided pressing her on, and after listening to her vulnerable confessions just hours ago, she had simply chosen to leave without a proper goodbye. It felt wrong, and it annoyed him.

Perhaps he was blowing it out of proportion, caught up in his own thoughts. Maybe his stubbornness was getting the best of him. They didn't owe each other anything, even if her words had hinted otherwise. It was a point he had almost overlooked; they weren't friends, not in any conventional sense. He had no grounds to anticipate closure from her. Still, her abrupt disappearance left him grappling with a jumble of emotions ─ mostly stress and confusion.

He didn’t need closure, but he found himself yearning for something to satisfy and unravel the puzzle of his scattered thoughts. Not only did he now have to deal with the burden of their exchanged words, but also the weight of it all turning into just another memory.

With a scoff, he surveyed his apartment, taking in the disperse remnants of their recent encounter. Every little detail seemed to reflect her presence, the emotional whirlwind only growing more intense with each passing second.

In a moment of frustration, Five slammed his hand down on the table, the loud thud reverberating through the room. The crumpled note beneath his hand was now seemingly crushed and flattened. The force of the slam even dislodged a few items from the nearby shelf, but he barely registered their fall. He could care less.

Meanwhile…

At the same time, elsewhere in town, yn awoke with a jolt, groaning as pain radiated through her entire body. Her mind felt blank, yet an overwhelming rush of thoughts seemed ready to flood her consciousness. Unlike Five, her headache was excruciating, a result of the numerous drinks she had consumed the night before in his apartment. Faint memories of the previous night flickered in her mind, but many details remained frustratingly elusive.

Pushing aside her confusion, she took in her surroundings. She was in her bedroom. Grateful for her foresight in cleaning the previous morning, she found herself in a mostly tidy room. Her apartment, if she recalled correctly, should also be neat. Clutter and disarray always made her feel mentally foggy and drained her motivation.

The neutural colored blinds were only partially drawn, letting in the dim light of the overcast day. She appreciated the gentle illumination. On the floor, her black coat and shoes lay randomly next to her bloodstained white shirt, scattered. Glancing down, she realized she was still wearing her pants but had nothing on her upper body except for her bra. White bandages covered her stomach and waist, and she winced in pain as she remembered the injury beneath them. Red patches had soaked through the bandages.

The faint sound of music reached her ears from the radio on her dresser. The soft melody of a piano piece. Clair de Lune, she mused. It was one of her favorites. She always felt like it evoked a sense of narrative, even without words or lyrics. It filled the quietness of the room, offering a momentary feeling of calmness despite her pounding headache. She closed her eyes, savoring the serene beauty of the music.

‎ ‎ ‎ Kalopsia (n.) ─ the delusion of things being more beautiful than they truly are.

She often found herself indulging in kalopsia, romanticizing situations to find a semblance of calm amidst everything. She knew it wasn't the healthiest coping mechanism, but sometimes it was necessary to maintain her sanity. And currently, she needed this delusion more than ever to muster the strength to even start her day. Taking a deep breath, she let the fleeting peace wash over her before slowly opening her eyes.

Her gaze fell on her desk, not far from her bed. It was cluttered with stray notepads, a black journal slightly open due to its contents, and a vibrant bouquet of flowers in a clear vase, their colors vivid and lively. Among the clutter, something caught her eye. It was her gun, carelessly placed atop the desk. Confusion crept in. She usually kept it safely concealed deep in her nightstand drawer. So, why would it even be ther–

Growing fed up, he pinned her against the nearest wall, her back hitting it with a thud. His hand gripped her jaw, forcing her to meet his eyes.

A memory flashed.

Mockingly, she taunted, “Careful, Five. You’re getting awfully close. People might start talking...” His eyes narrowed with suspicion, his tone cold. “Let them talk. Why are you here, huh? What game are you playing this time?” Her mind ignored the former comment, but my oh my, did her heart skip a beat.

Again.

Swiftly, he drew his own and aimed it at her head, cocking it. The noise of the mechanism echoed off the walls, filling in the silence. His voice dropped to a low tone. “Don't test me, yn...”

And then another.

“Go ahead, turn me in. But you and I both know they won't hesitate to kill you too.” She moved in closer, their faces mere inches apart, her gun pressing harder on his abdomen.

And finally..

“—I'm sure the Commission is the last place you want to be at, isn't it?” She smirked, her eyes flickering down to his lips for just a seco—

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Oh?

Groaning loudly and cursing under her breath, she covered her face with her hands, trying to block out the throbbing pain and confusion. Her back slumped as she sank deeper into the bed. What had she been thinking? Her mind raced, a whirlwind of shame and frustration. No, this was bad. She let out a weary sigh, feeling the weight of her reckless decisions pressing down on her.

Frustratingly, she pushed the blankets aside, carefully maneuvering until she sat at the edge of her bed. A lamp on her nightstand cast a warm yellow glow around her, adding a touch of easment to the morning light filtering through the curtains.

Her gaze was faced downward, but then she lifted her head, catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror directly in front of her. Her hair was a disheveled mess, strands tangled and unkempt. Smudges of last night's makeup clung stubbornly to her face, the once gracefully applied lip product now smeared and uneven. As she rubbed her eyes, everything slowly started to come back to her in fragmented pieces.

She remembered the small fight with the commission that led to her injury. The desperate jump to Five's apartment because she had nowhere else to go. Discovering his stash of booze and indulging as she waited for his arrival. Getting pinned against the wall by him. The careless banter between them before he helped her with her wound. Losing her cool and ranting to him about why she was there. The small glances between them, his careful touch. Waking up disoriented and dizzy on his couch.

She remembered searching and stumbling through his apartment for anything to write with, finding a pen and a post-it note, writing a short message for him as a way to acknowledge his efforts. Her impulsiveness taking over and kissing the corner of the note with a small lazy smile on her face, placing it on the turntable of the record player. Leaving the apartment complex and walking to the nearest bus stop. Finally arriving to her apartment. Greeting her black Norwegian cat, patting and kissing his head, before trudging further into her apartment, towards her bedroom. The faint music from her radio filling the air as she removed a few layers of clothing, nearly tripping a few times. Finally laying down in her bed with a satisfied sigh, cocooning herself in blankets before knocking out almost immediately.

“How unfortunate...” she muttered sarcastically with a scoff, rubbing her temples in a futile attempt to ease the throbbing pain.

She was done ─ completely done. Drinking while injured in an apartment that wasn’t even hers was bad enough, but what unfolded with Five afterward was the final straw. She couldn't even bring herself to face him. Really, how could she even? Sure, the tension between them had been undeniable, but this wasn’t how she imagined things would go.

It all felt like a disastrous blur. She'd let the alcohol cloud her judgment, leading to choices she would never have considered sober. Now, the consequences weighed heavily on her, almost taunting in their severity. She remembered the intensity of his eyes whenever he looked at her, the way his gaze seemed to pierce through her defenses. She recalled his touch as he focused on tending to her wound, each moment seared into her memory. She remembered everything.

She cradled her head in her hands, feeling the sting of tears welling up. Every thought seemed to intensify her headache, the pounding in her skull a cruel reminder of her actions. The mix of emotions churned inside her, each one battling for dominance. Embarrassment at her foolishness, annoyance at her lack of control, frustration with the situation, anger at herself, and an overwhelming sense of weakness.

She needed time to figure things out. One thing she knew for sure was that... she wouldn’t be seeing him anytime soon. Not that she wanted to anyway; his presence alone always seemed to bring nothing but trouble and irritation.

Every encounter with him left her feeling drained and on edge. She was certain he felt the same anyways. She could do this. With a long sigh, she got up, grabbed a towel from her closet, and headed to the bathroom. She needed a bath to clear her thoughts.

The morning light shone a bit brighter now, filtering into her room. The soft strains of music from her radio continued to play faintly in the background. Yet another sound soon resonated, a contrast to the calm melody ─ the loud slam of her bathroom door closing shut.

‎ ‎ ‎ Abience (n.) ─ an intense and compelling urge to avoid someone or something.

Two months. That was how long it had been since Five had seen her.

No trace, no sign ─ nothing. At times, he almost convinced himself she might have died, but deep down, he knew she wasn’t that easy to get rid of. The time away from her did give him space to think, to attempt to get his thoughts in check. He had scrutinized every memory, every detail, hoping to find some clarity. But the answers to his burdens still remained elusive.

The apartment was quieter, the days seemed longer, and he had grown accustomed to the solitude. The routine helped, in a way ─ case after case, he buried himself in work, trying to distract from the persistent ache in his chest. He had gotten the break he asked for. Yet, in the still moments, when the world seemed to hold its breath, he couldn’t help but feel the weight of her absence.

It was difficult to get used to. The first time she left, it hardly bothered him. He hadn’t even noticed her absence until he heard about it through the Commission. Back then, forgetting her had been easier; their last memories were marred by bitter words and mutual disdain. Their parting had been a relief, a clean break from the havoc she brought into his life.

But this time was different. This time, she left behind more than just silence. He realized that despite the heavy burden of holding onto her memory, it was better than the alternative.

He chose nostalgia over restlessness, preferring to let her linger in his mind as a ghost of what once was rather than confront the tumultuous reality she brought. It seemed the easier path. Still, her memory still haunted him on those especially lonely days, and he despised her for it.

In spite of that, like the saying goes... just as the moon goes through phases of darkness before it shines brightly again, people must endure periods of emptiness to find fulfillment once more.

Deep down, locked away, he hoped that was the case for him.

During the months that followed, Five finally found some peace for himself in the comfort of his home. Well, "peace" might be stretching it a bit. He did have a few unannounced visits from his siblings, specifically Klaus and Ben. Their presence was nothing short of chaotic and, dare he say, thoroughly annoying. He didn’t mind Ben’s company as much as Klaus’, but somehow they always managed to arrive in tandem, almost as if they shared a psychic connection despite not being twins.

One evening, as he was savoring a moment of solitude, the door to his apartment swung open without warning. Klaus barged in, heading straight for the kitchen with his usual flamboyance. Trailing behind him was Ben, muttering something under his breath that Five couldn't quite make out.

Five was seated in the living room, comfortably sat in his lounge chair with a book. The soft, ambient light next to him cast a warm glow over the room, accentuating the rich, dark tones of the wooden furniture surrounding him. A cup of warm black coffee sat on the side table next to him, its aroma mingling pleasantly with the faint scent of old pages.

“Ah, there’s the golden elixir,” Klaus exclaimed, triumphantly holding up a half-empty bottle of orange juice he had liberated from the fridge.

Five slowly closed his book, his expression calm but his eyes simmering with barely contained irritation. “Klaus, what the hell are you doing?” he snapped, his voice cutting through the chaotic energy Klaus seemed to bring with him wherever he went.

Klaus turned, peeking out from behind the fridge door with a wide grin. “Just grabbing a snack, dear brother. You know, for sustenance.”

Ben sighed audibly, shaking his head in disapproval. “We talked about this, Klaus. You can't just invade people's homes whenever you feel like it.” His expression was a mix of exasperation and resignation, as though this wasn't the first time he'd had to remind Klaus of basic boundaries.

Klaus waved a hand dismissively, taking a long sip from the orange juice bottle. “Oh, relax, Ben. Nothing wrong with a bit of breaking and entering when it’s our brother’s place,” he said with a carefree chuckle, the bottle's condensation dripping onto the floor. Silence followed.

“Wha─”

“Hey, it’s not like you were using all this food,” Klaus retorted with a mischievous grin. “Besides, have you seen your pantry? It's like a crypt in there.” He began rummaging through the shelves after closing the fridge, his fingers trailing over cans and boxes, adding, “A little bit of life won’t hurt.”

Five rubbed his temples, trying to stave off the impending headache. “You know, Klaus, for someone who’s already dead, you have a remarkable talent for making me want to join you.” He sighed, sending Klaus a half-hearted glare, his tone laden with dry humor and a hint of annoyance.

Klaus placed a hand dramatically over his heart. “Ouch, Five. You wound me. I mean, come onnn. We’re family. Shouldn’t that mean we get to be a little annoying?” He grinned mischievously, his eyes gleaming with playful defiance.

“A little?” Five scoffed. “You redefine the word.” He leaned back in his chair, shaking his head with a faint smirk.

Klaus nudged Ben playfully. “See what I mean? He loves us.” With a theatrical flair, Klaus plopped down on the couch, making himself at home as if he owned the place. Ben, more reserved, settled into an armchair nearby, both of them engaging into their own conversation.

Five sighed deeply, leaning back in his chair. Despite the chaos they brought, there was an odd comfort in their familiarity. He had grown accustomed to their spontaneous visits, their banter, and even Klaus’s penchant for causing mayhem wherever he went. It certainly wasn’t ordinary, but then again, normal was overrated. It had never been a word that applied to their lives anyways. With them, it was surprise after surprise.

Coincidentally, the next day, an unexpected surprise awaited him. It was late afternoon, the tranquility of his apartment disrupted only by the gentle patter of raindrops on the windowpane.

Five had just finished showering, the lingering humidity in the air clinging to him as he briskly dried his hair with a small towel, then made his way to the living room.

A knock shattered his thoughts. Pausing, he sighed wearily and tossed the damp cloth onto the couch, resigning himself to the probability that Klaus and Ben had dropped by unannounced again. As he approached the door, his hand hesitated on the doorknob, preparing for the sight of his eccentric brothers.

To his surprise, after cautiously swinging open the door, there was no one to greet him. Instead, a solitary blank envelope rested innocuously on the doorstep. Suspicion tingled at the edges of his thoughts, but curiosity won out as he stooped down to retrieve it.

Back inside, he settled on the edge of his couch, the envelope feeling weighty in his hands as he slit it open with careful precision. Inside, a neatly folded sheet of paper awaited him. As he unfolded it, his heart skipped a beat at the sight of her familiar handwriting. The brief message adorned the page, each word seeming to carry its own weight, concluding with a cryptic location and time for a meeting ─ the following night.

‎ ‎ ‎Thought I'd spare you from missing me

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ too much.

‎ ‎ ‎ Hôtel de la Lune. Tomorrow, 9pm.

“For fuck’s sake…” He muttered softly under his breath, the weight of conflicting emotions swirling through his mind like a turbulent storm.

Why now? Why here? It had been months since he had laid eyes on her, yet the sudden appearance of her message sparked a tumultuous mix of curiosity and apprehension within him. Setting the note down on the coffee table, he leaned back on the couch, fingers interlaced behind his head, staring up at the ceiling as he wrestled with the implications of her unexpected summons.

The soft patter of rain against the windowpane soothed his nerves. Drops of water streaked down his face, remnants of his recent shower, adding to the ambiance of contemplation ─ glistening due to lights dimly turned on. Shadows danced across the room, cast by the flickering flames of candles he had lit earlier for a touch of warmth and solace. The scent of sandalwood and rain roamed in the air.

He was tempted to ignore her message, as he often did with impulses involving her. But perhaps this time could be different. Maybe, just maybe, this meeting could offer the closure he'd sought for so long.

Carefully, unlike the last note she’d written, he placed the note back into its envelope and set it aside on a shelf next to his collection of records. His gaze lingered on it briefly before he shook himself out of his thoughts and trudged back to his bedroom. Exhaustion weighed heavy on his shoulders, urging him to retreat to sleep for the night. Tomorrow, he decided, would be soon enough to face whatever awaited him.

The next day, Five found himself standing in front of the mirror. He wore a suit, impeccably tailored with a dark hue that contrasted sharply with the pale walls of his apartment. Each movement was deliberate as he adjusted his tie, the fabric smooth under his fingers, recalling the last time he wore it, how the evening had unfolded with unexpected twists and turns.

He hesitated, the weight of the impending meeting heavy on his mind. Thoughts raced through his head like restless ghosts, each demanding attention. Should he go? Could he trust her after all this time? The doubt ate at him, but so did a flicker of curiosity that refused to go away.

Outside, the city hummed with its usual cacophony, oblivious to the turmoil within him. Rain drizzled against the windowpane, casting a shimmering veil over the cityscape. Drops of water streaked down the glass, mirroring the uncertainty etched on his face.

Throughout the entirety of the day, Five wrestled with his answer, feeling a knot of dread in his stomach at the thought of going as each hour passed. And yet, despite his hesitation, his stubborn inquisitiveness kept nudging him forward.

He pondered over the note once more, its words lingering intensely in his thoughts. The bluntness of her message opposed sharply with the tangled ambiguity of their history together. How many times had he aimed to erase those memories, to suppress the messiness of their encounters? He had lost count long ago.

With a sigh, he pocketed the note, its edges crisp against his fingertips. The envelope lay discarded on the dresser, a silent reminder of the choice he had made. Determined yet anxious, he departed from the apartment, his footsteps echoing softly in the corridor as he ventured towards the entrance of the building.

As Five made his way out of the apartment complex, he encountered the doorman, Alfred ─ a familiar face with a kind demeanor that had become a fixture in his daily routine over the years. The middle-aged man greeted him warmly, a smile crinkling the corners of his eyes.

“Evening, Mr. Hargreeves," Alfred said cheerfully, his voice carrying a hint of curiosity. "Heading out somewhere fancy?”

Five managed a slight smile, though it felt somewhat forced. “You could say that, Alfred.”

Alfred raised an eyebrow playfully. “A date, perhaps? Or another one of your... adventures?”

Five chuckled at the suggestion, hands in his pockets. “Let's just say it's a bit of both..”

Alfred's laughter rumbled warmly. “Well, whatever it is, good luck. And try to stay out of trouble, will you?”

Nodding appreciatively, Five replied, a touch of genuine warmth softening his expression. “…I'll do my best. Thanks, Alfred.”

As he walked away, memories of his early days in the complex flooded back. Alfred had always been there, offering more than just a friendly greeting ─ he was a steady presence, someone Five could count on for a brief but comforting exchange. They weren't close, but there was a mutual respect and camaraderie between them.

Alfred, nearing his sixties, exuded an energy and enthusiasm that belied his age. Often spotted engrossed in sudoku puzzles or catching up on the latest news, he was married to Dianne, a woman who Five had only met briefly. They’d been happily together since their teen years, and still going strong.

From those encounters, he gathered that Dianne was a kind-hearted soul, offering him cookies once out of sheer generosity. She knew little of Five's complex life and familial turmoil; to her, he was simply a polite young man residing in the complex where her husband worked.

In passing conversations, Dianne had spoken fondly of her grandson, Bill ─ or William, as she affectionately referred to him. Five found solace in these talks, hearing about Bill's adventures and achievements, sensing a genuine warmth in her voice whenever she drew parallels between Five and her grandson.

If there were any people Five genuinely appreciated, even if only in passing, it was Alfred and Dianne.

But as much as he had a liking towards them, their presence only heightened his longing for such stability. He often wondered what it would be like to experience a long-term relationship, to know the joys of domestic bliss, and to build a family of his own.

In difference to his restless life, their world seemed an oasis of warmth and normalcy, leaving him acutely aware of the cruel disparity between their lives and his own. Oh, how cruel the world was these days, huh?

‎ ‎ ‎ Forelsket (n.) ─ the euphoric rush and blissful haze that envelops you when you first tumble into love's embrace.

As Five drove towards the hotel, his mind was preoccupied. The route, once familiar only from passing glances, now stretched out before him, each mile seeming longer than usual. Rain continued its rhythmic dance on the car roof, the sound fluctuating from a gentle patter to a steady drumming, matching the ebb and flow of his thoughts.

At every stop light, his fingers tapped nervously on the steering wheel, his gaze fixed ahead as he wrestled over what he was doing. Pulling into a parking spot across the street from the imposing building, he found himself staring at it almost in a daze. He had arrived a few minutes early, the grandeur of the hotel's exterior leaving him both intrigued and uneasy. The building almost seemed to loom over him.

What was he even doing? Surely, this could all end badly. Nothing about this situation gave him a sense of reassurance. He had no clue why she had summoned him. In fact, he could just leave. He was early anyway, so she wouldn’t even notice his absence. She’d have to wait long enough to realize he wasn’t coming. But after dressing up and driving this far, what was the point of turning back now?

No, he could do this. He took a deep breath, reminding himself that he’d faced far worse before. This was nothing.

The walk to the entrance wasn’t long. Rain continued to fall, but once he stepped through the revolving doors, it was as if the outside world ceased to exist. He stood there, momentarily entranced. The hotel exuded an air of Parisian and casino glamour mixed with old-fashioned elegance. High ceilings loomed above, adorned with intricate moldings and chandeliers that cast a warm, inviting glow. Polished marble floors reflected the soft lighting, creating an almost ethereal atmosphere.

As Five took in the surroundings, he noticed the walls of the lobby, covered in teal and copper detailed wallpaper that added a touch of sophistication. Elegant arches and architecture showcased the building's grandeur, with intricate carvings that told stories of a bygone era.

The rugs, with patterns that complemented the overall design, provided a cozy contrast to the shiny marble flooring. Touches of wood and stone were seamlessly integrated throughout the arches, pillars, and ceilings, adding warmth and texture to the space.

A few guests milled about, each absorbed in their own world. A couple sat in a nearby lounge, their conversation soft but audible. “Did you see the suite? It's even more beautiful than the pictures,” the woman said, her eyes wide with excitement. Her companion nodded, a hint of a smile on his face as he stared at her, his arm interlaced with hers. “I told you this place was worth it. You only deserve the best, my dear.” He stated warmly, before placing a tender kiss on her head.

A group of businessmen passed by, their conversation filled with jargon and laughter. “Closing that deal was a stroke of genius, Mark,” one of them said, clapping his colleague on the back. “We’ll have to celebrate tonight at the bar. Drinks are on you!” Mark laughed, nodding in agreement, “Wouldn’t have it any other way, gentlemen.”

Five's gaze shifted to an elegantly dressed elderly couple seated near the grand piano. The woman, in a vintage lace dress, leaned in, whispering to her husband, “Remember our first trip to Paris? Oh, this place takes me right back..” Her husband chuckled softly, adjusting his tie as he replied, “How could I forget? You wore that red dress, and we danced all night.” They both smiled at each other, their eyes meeting with a depth of affection that spoke of decades shared together.

Walking towards the elevators were two women, wrapped in plush robes that hinted at the indulgence they had just experienced. The taller of the two, her hair still damp from a recent swim, turned to her friend with a contented sigh. “The spa here is incredible, Emily,” she remarked, her voice filled with satisfaction. “We should definitely book a session for tomorrow!”

Amid the ambient noise, a man’s voice emerged clearly as he spoke into his phone. “Yes, my love, the meeting went well. I’ll be home by the weekend.” His tone was soothing, and a small smile played on his lips as he listened to his girlfriend’s response.

This calm, mundane conversation felt worlds apart from the havoc brewing inside of him. The everyday chatter and luxurious surroundings created a rich contrast, but despite the elegance and lively atmosphere, Five's anxiety lingered, stubbornly unaffected by the scene around him.

He couldn't pinpoint the exact reason for his disquiet. Perhaps it was because the girl he hadn't seen in months was somewhere in the same building, just out of sight. The uncertainty of her exact location only heightened his unease, as if she were a phantom just beyond his reach. And it seemed he wasn't the only one who noticed his state of nervousness.

From afar, an older woman, the general manager of the hotel, noticed Five wandering around and taking note of the place. She was in the middle of her usual check-ups when she saw him, his restless demeanor catching her attention. He looked out of place, his eyes darting around, scanning the lobby as if searching for something or someone.

It reminded her of the first time she encountered a girl about his age two weeks ago. The girl had shown up earlier that evening and chatted with her for a bit, mentioning that she was waiting for someone and hoping they would show up despite her actions. She felt for the girl.

And due to Five's attire and fidgety demeanor, she knew it was him the girl was talking about. She smiled at the thought before walking over, her steps slow and deliberate, wanting to approach him gently.

She stopped a few steps away from him and softly said, her voice kind and soothing, “Nervous to see someone?”

Five turned suddenly, pulled from his thoughts. He looked confused before realizing she was talking to him. “Uh, yeah, I guess you can say that...”

She smiled warmly, making him feel a bit more at ease. There was something familiar about her, almost comforting. “Let me guess. It's a young lady, isn't it? Around your age?”

Despite the comfort her presence brought, he became slightly suspicious. “Yeah, I.. how'd you know tha–”

“She's right over there,” she interrupted, pointing slightly to the right side of the hotel lobby that was more secluded. Five turned towards the direction.

There was a big open bar farther from them, in a more secluded part of the lobby. From his position, he noticed the smooth black marble tables, the velvet-cushioned lounge chairs, and the dim lights casting a warm glow over each table. The lighting gave him a sense of déjà vu, reminding him of an unexpected night only two months ago. Booths lined the walls, fitting more people, while the grand bar at the back was occupied by a few pairs and one solo guest.

It was her. He just knew.

The lady smiled as Five seemed entranced by the sight. “That's her, isn't it? She's been there for the past half an hour, told me she was waiting for someone. Kept checking the time and despite her calm face, I could tell she was nervous...”

Five’s heart swelled with a mix of allure and hesitation. He could almost see her now, sitting there with her back toward him, her fingers drumming lightly on the table, her head occasionally turning toward the entrance.

The lady continued, staring in the same direction, “You know… she has the same name as me. She mentioned it when I first met her, after we talked a bit...”

His eyes widened slightly at the coincidence, a soft look replacing his initial tension, almost unnoticeable. “..Really?” he mumbled under his breath.

She looked down at him, in thought, before a small smile appeared again. “I'm sure you don't want to keep the lady waiting. And don't worry, I've already told the staff not to bother her or her guest. Have a drink or two with her, you're both old enough anyway.”

“But I didn't bring any—“

“I know who you are, Hargreeves,” she laughed softly. “My kids, can't stop talking about the comics or the old academy videos. You're my daughter's favorite, actually. You and Allison. Based on your appearance, I'm certain it had something to do with your powers. And I'm sure she went through something similar. So, go. Have a good night with the lady. You seem tense.”

Five felt a wave of gratitude wash over him. The warmth in the woman’s eyes, the kindness in her voice ─ it all made this moment even sweeter. “Thank you..” he said, his voice sincere, almost in a whisper. “I really appreciate it.”

“I'm sure whatever is going on between you two will turn out okay.”

She had said softly, giving him a reassuring pat on the shoulder. With a final warm smile, she turned and walked away, returning to her work.

He watched her for a moment before turning back toward the direction of the bar. The lady would never know, but her words brought him some motivation. They gave him hope that this would all go smoothly.

With slow steps, he began making his way toward the secluded bar. As soon as he stepped in, it felt like the atmosphere changed. He hadn’t heard it before, but now the faint sounds of smooth and slow jazz played in the background, perfectly matching his surroundings.

But that didn’t hold his attention for long. As he moved further in, he spotted the woman sitting alone on a leather bar stool. If his assumptions weren’t already confirmed, they certainly were now.

The same black coat she once left in his apartment now lay neatly on the bar stool to her left. A few water droplets from the rain outside glistened on the floor beneath it, reflecting the dim lights as they gently hit the ground.

She wore a long, elegant gown with a small open back that stopped just above her waist. The fabric flowed gracefully down to her ankles, swaying with each small movement. Paired with black heels, the outfit accentuated her poise. Her legs were crossed over each other, adding a touch of casual elegancy to her appearance.

On the bar counter, he noticed a pair of black leather gloves next to a glass of white wine. Her left arm rested nearby, idly playing with her rings, while the other lay on her lap. Her posture was slightly hunched, a blend of relaxation and tension that most would overlook, but he, of course, did not.

There she was.

As he reached her, he sat down on the stool to her right, readjusting the cuffs of his suit jacket as he faced the array of different types of alcohol displayed behind the bar.

Noticing his presence, she stopped fidgeting with her rings and straightened her posture. She grabbed her drink for a sip, uncrossing her legs as she did so.

Silence enveloped them. Despite the faint chatter and jazz music in the background, it surrounded them quickly, like fog. No words had been exchanged, yet the tension was visible. Clearing her throat, she broke the silence with a touch of irony in her voice. “Want a drink?” she asked, glancing at him briefly before turning her attention back to her glass.

“Sure,” he replied, his tone a blend of sternness and reluctant gentleness, as if he were navigating between anger and an unspoken need to be polite.

She nodded and lifted her glass to catch the bartender’s attention. With a slight gesture, she signaled for another round. The bartender acknowledged her request with a nod before retreating to prepare the drink.

Setting her glass back on the bar, she sighed deeply, a sound that conveyed both frustration and resignation. “You know, I’m surprised you came,” she said, her voice carrying a hint of genuine curiosity beneath a layer of sarcasm.

“Well, you called,” he replied immediately, leaning back against the leather stool.

Her lips curved into a small smirk. “Didn’t know you could actually respond to calls,” she shot back.

He smirked back, though it felt forced. “I figured I’d make an exception. Besides, you always did have a knack for the dramatic.”

“Ah, yes, because showing up at a hotel bar in a fancy dress is sooo over-the-top...” she said, rolling her eyes, the flicker of annoyance barely hidden behind her calm facade.

“Just like disappearing on me without any explanation after crashing at my place, clearly influenced,” he shot back bluntly, raising his glass to take a sip. His tone was accusatory, the edge of his words like a blade.

She scoffed, shaking her head as if the conversation were beneath her. Her gaze fell to her cup, her fingers tracing the handle with a detached grace. What did he even know?

“Didn’t think you’d care enough to notice. It’s nothing new. You’ve made that very clear before..” she said, her voice sharp and clipped, trying to sound nonchalant but barely concealing the pain underneath.

Five turned to glare at her, a short, sarcastic chuckle escaping his lips. “As if you’re the model of consistency. At least I’m not the one running away every time things get too complicated.”

Her expression shifted, and for a moment, the facade she usually maintained cracked. Her eyes widened slightly with hurt and disbelief, a marked departure from the collected demeanor she often displayed or the playful facade she adopted when under the influence.

His words cut deeper than he could know.

His accusation hit her with a raw honesty that felt like a personal assault, laying bare a vulnerability she was never prepared to reveal. It was one thing to quietly wrestle with her flaws; it was another entirely to have them ruthlessly exposed by someone she had only recently come to care about. The pain was sharp, more intense than any physical injury she had ever endured.

She had never revealed the true reason behind why she left the commission nearly a year ago. Even she didn’t fully understand why, only that she felt trapped, as if her life were stuck in a rut with no way forward. And leaving seemed like the perfect choice to resolve that. The fact that he had now indirectly exposed her insecurities was almost unbearable. It was as if he had peeled away her protective layers, laying her imperfections bare and making her feel as though her struggles were on display for him to judge.

If there was one thing she had always wanted, it was to be seen for who she truly was. But this exposure felt more like a wound than a revelation.

“I don’t know if it’s you being stubborn like always... but maybe I’m just not good at pretending everything is fine like you are,” she said, her voice steady but edged with steel.

Her eyes, however, told a different story ─ slightly misted and defiant as they met his. After a moment, she turned away, her posture tense and her gaze fixed firmly ahead.

Five watched her, his initial anger giving way to a look of shocked realization. Her reaction troubled him, making him see the impact his words had. As he turned away, his glare softened into an unreadable expression, and the weight of their conversation settled densely between them.

The silence that followed was thick and suffocating, an all-too-familiar companion in their interactions. It seemed to be ever-present, with the noise around them fading into the background.

Soon, Five's drink arrived, and he muttered a small thanks to the bartender, who nodded and returned to his tasks. The mundane gesture felt trivial compared to the weight of the conflict that had just unfolded.

At that moment, none of this seemed to answer any of Five's questions. He was still left wondering, and after seeing her reaction earlier, he sensed it was more than just a case of running away.

He took a sip of his drink, savoring its smoothness as it went down, but it did little to ease the knot in his stomach. Glancing sideways at her, he noticed how her fingers played with the edge of her glass, a subtle indication of her own unease.

“Why’d you call me here, yn?...” Five finally asked, his voice breaking the heavy silence. His tone was softer now, laced with genuine curiosity and a hint of concern.

She stopped fiddling with the glass, letting out a deep sigh as her shoulders rose and fell with the weight of her breath. “Why does it even matter anymo—”

“Because I've waited long enough. In fact, I’m genuinely curious to hear your latest excuse for bringing me out here,” he interjected with a hint of sarcasm, turning to face her. His tone was stern but way less severe than before.

She turned to him, her eyes narrowing slightly. She couldn't believe him. Her tone remained calm, but annoyance was evident in both her words and her expression. “Did it ever occur to you that maybe I just wanna talk? Or is that something you don’t care about either?”

Five arched an eyebrow, leaning back slightly. “Talk? Since when do we just ta—“

She clenched her jaw, her fingers tightening around her glass, the liquid inside catching the dim light. “Since that night... We both know something happened, even if it annoys me to be the one to say it first.”

His expression softened, but his tone remained guarded. “If something happened, then why leave? You had no reaso—”

“Don't even start, Hargreeves.” She scoffed, shaking her head, a bitter laugh escaping her lips. “I had plenty of reasons.” She sighed deeply, taking a moment to smooth back her hair, her movements measured and precise. “Just listen before you start complaining..”

He turned his body slightly towards her, a gesture meant to show that he was fully engaged. Part of him felt that this might be futile and that he should just leave before things got any worse. Yet, he was driven by a need for answers. Answers he doubted she would even provi—

“Despite how I felt afterward.. you didn’t exactly reassure me about your feelings that night. Yes, you helped me out when I needed it, and I left without properly thanking you, which I apologize for. But you shouldn’t have expected me to stay. You said it yourself ─ we’re not exactly friends, so why would I think you suddenly cared whether I stayed or left? I was scared. What I said to you that night? I hadn’t even realized I felt that way about you.. and I knew that if I ever wanted to see you again, willingly this time, it would be after I figured everything out.”

She paused, her gaze distant. “It scared me, feeling like I needed to be considerate with you. From the beginning, I told myself that’s how things would always be between us ─ insults, pointless bickering, and unnecessary arguments over the smallest things. But you made it so complicated sometimes. Looking back, I realized I kept up the banter because you did. Part of me felt like I was delusional, sensing something unreadable whenever we were together.. unless, of course, you annoyed me too much. But I convinced myself I was just overthinking it, so I never said anything. And it stayed that way, until I saw you again.”

“I had already convinced myself that you didn’t see it that way, which is why I left you alone. It wasn’t out of hatred, but for my own sake ─ and in a way, for yours too.” She offered a small, forced smile. “It’s almost ironic. I thought you hated me even more for showing up unannounced that night. And I was okay with reciprocating that.. until I wasn't. Those few weeks away, I finally realized what that unreadable feeling was.” She glanced down at her drink again.

“..You can say what you want, but I'd rather tell you now than never at all. I’m so tired of pretending I don’t care when every fiber of my being is screaming otherwise, Five. It’s exhausting.” She slowly turned to look at him, her expression nearly blank except for her misty eyes. Her sincerity was evident, and her first glass of wine wasn’t even empty yet. She meant it.

Oh.

Five froze, her words hitting him like a tidal wave. He had expected an argument, a continuation of their usual back-and-forth, but not this raw, unfiltered honesty. He didn’t know what to say. His mind raced, trying to process everything she had just laid bare. He had always seen her as someone who was just as tough and guarded as he was, but now she was revealing a vulnerability he hadn’t anticipated.

He stared at her expression, noticing the way her eyes searched his, looking for something ─ recognition, understanding, maybe even acceptance. It was the same look she had given him that night, minus the small, stupid drunken smile. It struck him deeply, making him realize something he had tried to ignore. Her words that fateful night? They were real. His only way to doubt them had been to blame her intoxicated state, but those eyes.. they were the same ones staring at him now, clear and earnest.

He struggled to conceal the whirlpool of emotions churning within him. A sharp pang of guilt struck him, stemming from his failure to recognize her feelings sooner and allowing his own fears and insecurities to cloud his judgment.

In his obsession with seeking closure over her departure that night, he had become so fixated on his own grievances that he nearly overlooked the true significance of her words. She had reached out for help, and he had been the only person she could turn to ─ the one who, more than anyone, understood her.

He swallowed hard, trying to steady himself. “So, that night… you meant it? All of it?” His voice came out softer than intended, betraying a hint of the vulnerability he rarely showed. He took a deep breath, forcing himself to keep his gaze on hers.

She gave a soft nod, a single tear trailing down her cheek. He exhaled quietly, his own nod acknowledging her response.

Noticing his lack of words, she became a bit worried. “What? Is that all your going to s—”

He took a deep breath, trying to steady the whirlwind of emotions inside him. “I don’t do heartfelt revelations very well, but..” He slowly turned his body to face forward again, his gaze fixed on the distant, blurry outline of the bar’s back wall, as if searching for the right words in the emptiness that stretched before him.

“I guess you’re not the only one who’s realized they care too..”

Turning his head back to her, he met her eyes. Her familiar, guarded expression remained, but her gaze was different ─ softer, more vulnerable. It was as if his admission had shifted something fundamental between them, making the walls they had both meticulously constructed begin to crumble. The space between them, once filled with tension and unspoken words, seemed to shrink.

His response, though brief, seemed to bridge a gap he hadn’t realized was so wide. To anyone else, it might have seemed insufficient, too simple to address the complex web of emotions they had both woven over time. But for her, it was enough.

The room seemed to hold its breath around them. The reddish lighting from the bar mingled with the warm, dim glow enveloping them, casting an almost ethereal light that framed her features. In that moment, she appeared more stunning than ever, her beauty accentuated by the soft, enchanting illumination.

It felt eerily familiar ─ the description, the feeling, the sight. But this time, she wasn’t covered in blood or drunk. It was just.. her.

For a fleeting moment, the world outside the bar seemed to disappear, leaving just the two of them in a cocoon of raw emotion. The weight of everything unsaid hung in the air, heavy and apparent.

Before Five could react further, she leaned in abruptly, her lips meeting his in a kiss.

It was swift and unexpected, a brief, electric connection that sent a jolt through both of them. His initial surprise quickly melted into a mix of confusion and intense emotion.

As she pulled away, her eyes remained locked onto his, filled with a blend of resolve and vulnerability. Their faces were just inches apart, reminiscent of the night he had pinned her on his wall. Yet, without the weight of weapons or animosity between them, the proximity felt almost intimate.

He noticed the subtle tremble in her lips and the softness that lingered in her gaze. The kiss had been fleeting, but its impact was undeniable ─ a heavy, lingering promise or perhaps an apology, wrapped in its brief intensity.

It was as if she had conveyed everything she couldn't say in that single, potent touch.

“...What was that?” he managed to ask, his voice emerging as a hushed whisper. He struggled to mask the vulnerability that surged beneath his composed exterior.

“My raison d'être. A change of pace. My apology to you. Take your pick, Hargreeves.” She said softly, a small, knowing smirk tugging at her lips as she observed the flushed look on his face. One of her hands gently touched his cheek, a gesture both tender and teasing. She could already imagine the amusement she’d find in teasing him about this moment in the future.

Seeing his dazed reaction, she let out a soft chuckle before slowly withdrawing, gently wiping away the stray tears that had formed. It felt almost symbolic, as if she was brushing away the worries and anxieties she had harbored while waiting for him earlier that evening. Maybe it truly was worth the wait, she thought.

With deliberate movements, she finished her glass of wine, savoring the last sip as if to mark the end of this moment. She then began to gather her belongings, her actions smooth as she prepared to leave.

With a swift motion, he gently grabbed ahold of her arm. “W-wait... are you leaving?” Five asked, his voice tinged with bewilderment, as if he had just been jolted from a deep sleep. The surreal quality of the past few minutes left him grappling for a grasp on reality.

As she slipped her coat and gloves back on, she turned to face him once more. “I'm not leaving ─ well, not entirely. I’ll be physically walking out, but... I’ll see you soon.”

It was a promise.

She paused, taking in his appearance ─ his slightly tousled hair, the confusion etched on his face, and the flush that crept up his cheeks. It was a sight she found both endearing and captivating.

With one last, gentle smile, she began to walk away. His soft grip on her loosened, and her steps were measured and deliberate, each one echoing the calm determination in her demeanor.

As she moved toward the exit, she felt a notion of relief and clarity. The kiss had been a leap, a step into the unknown that had, for the first time in a long while, cleared a path forward. She was leaving with her thoughts swirling, but without the weight of her unresolved feelings holding her back any longer.

‎ ‎ ‎ Raison d'être (n.) ─ A fundamental reason for existence, a purpose or justification that drives one’s actions and existence. It represents the core motivation or underlying principle that gives meaning and direction to one’s life or endeavors.

The definition seemed to swarm Five's head as he recited it in his thoughts, word for word.

It seemed to swirl around him, wrapping itself around his thoughts with a relentless persistence. It was an old habit that he had never quite shaken. Whenever any of his siblings inquired about the meaning of a word, he would respond with a detailed and precise definition. Even in the midst of conversations, his mind would often return to the precise clarity of words and their meanings.

Guess old habits really do die hard.

But tonight, it wasn’t just any word. The term had been spoken with an unexpected gravity, leaving him with a deeper sense of meaning than he had anticipated.

As he turned his gaze back to the bar, watching her until she was out of sight, he couldn’t shake the feeling that she had irreversibly altered his understanding of himself.

The bar had slowly emptied, its vibrant energy giving way to a quiet, subdued ambiance. The once lively chatter and blaring laughter had faded, leaving behind a more peaceful scene. The clinking of glasses and the occasional shuffle of footsteps were now distant echoes, barely perceptible over the gentle hum of remaining conversations.

A few patrons lingered at their tables and stools, their voices blending into a soft murmur that filled the space with a relaxed, contemplative atmosphere. The once bustling room was now illuminated by the warm, scarlet glow of overhead lights, casting a soft, intimate light over the polished wooden surfaces and the scattered remnants of the evening ─ empty glasses, cocktail napkins, and the occasional half-eaten snack.

The feeling of the small kiss she had given him remained on his lips, a fleeting touch that felt both monumental and oddly intimate. It was short, yet it had left an indelible mark, a reminder of what he had failed to notice earlier.

In that quiet moment, it settled in fully. She was the answer to his endless array of thoughts and burdens.

The one person he had tried so hard to distance himself from was actually the key to his closure.

It felt strange to admit, almost as if it diminished his carefully constructed emotional defenses, but it was also a relief to finally accept. He understood now that she was the missing piece he needed, the one who could offer the satisfaction and closure he had been seeking.

The faint strains of “Hasta Mañana” by ABBA drifted through the background, its melody weaving through the dimly lit bar with an almost ethereal quality.

The gentle, nostalgic tune seemed to resonate with the melancholy of the evening, making it feel as if the universe was aligning almost perfectly.

He sat there for a moment longer, savoring the last of his wine before downing it in one final, decisive gulp. He sighed deeply, placing the empty glass down with a sense of finality. He stood up, adjusting his jacket and straightening outfit, feeling the weight of his newfound understanding settling over him.

If this were a film, the scene would close with him walking out of the frame, leaving behind two empty wine glasses, right next to each other, illuminated by the soft, warm light of the bar.

As he made his way towards the exit, passing through the revolving doors, he thought to himself, the lady had been right.

Things did turn out okay, or at least they were on their way to being alright.

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[zosin-ya]

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 9 - ᴄʜᴀᴏᴛɪᴄ ɢᴀɴɢ

Summary: Spending a girls night with you friends, quickly turns into a spontaneous party, with Law being dragged along reluctantly.

tags.: part of the strawhat gang + bonney being your friends, Franky and Robin are married and Luffy not understanding the concept of labor.

a.n.: I love letting Law suffer c:

>>[ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ɪɴᴅᴇx]<<

“What do you mean they were together for a year?” Nami asked, raising an eyebrow as you sat behind her, fingers skillfully braiding her hair. She had been hounding you for some quality girl time lately, especially since you’d been too wrapped up in your new relationship…or whatever you wanted to call it. It felt like forever since you’d hung out with her or her flat mate Bonney.

You sighed, focusing on the steady rhythm of weaving Nami’s soft strands. Across from you, Bonney was lounging in an armchair, her face slathered with a green mask, chomping on crackers with the dedication of a pro athlete. She shot you a skeptical glance beneath her mask. “You at least stalked her, right?”

“She added me on Instagram already, no need,” you replied, still focused on braiding. Bonney’s eyes nearly popped out of her head, like you’d just admitted to committing the biggest faux pas. With a dramatic sigh, she grabbed her phone from the table beside her, unlocking it in one smooth motion.

“Girl, that’s rookie stuff. You gotta dig deeper. What’s her name again? Yuki something?”

“How is any of that gonna help me with this?” you groaned, feeling the heat of frustration rise in your chest.

Nami smirked as she painted her nails, not bothering to hide her amusement. “Oh, come on, don’t you want to know more about Law’s ex?”

“No!? Why would I?” you snapped, a little too quickly. The defensive tone in your voice only made Nami and Bonney exchange knowing glances before bursting into laughter.

“Yeah, right,” Nami teased, the grin on her face widening. “You’re telling me you don’t care at all about the girl your Loverboy was with for a year?”

You groaned again, knowing full well they had you there. Bonney, meanwhile, was scrolling through her phone with an expression that was far too mischievous for your liking. She definitely found something.

“Well,” she said slowly, her tone all too playful, “if you’re really not interested, I guess I won’t show you this adorable old pic of her and Law…”

Your hands froze mid-braid. Curiosity flared up like a warning bell, but you tried to play it cool. Bonney was definitely baiting you. But before you could decide what to do, Nami was already sliding off the couch, careful not to mess up her freshly painted nails. “Oh, Let me see!”

You watched as they giggled together, huddling over Bonney’s phone. The temptation gnawed at you, dragging you deeper into the spiral.

“…okay fuck it, show me,” you muttered, standing up and leaning over the back of the armchair to get a peek too, curiosity getting the better of you.

On Bonney’s screen was a cozy group photo, probably from a Christmas gathering. The usual holiday clichés were all there — tacky sweaters, a fireplace, Rosinante in the center, grinning like an absolute goofball, surrounded by two people you guessed were Law’s parents. You smiled despite yourself. But it faded when your gaze found Law, standing off to the side, his face its usual stoic mask. Next to him, unmistakably, was Yuki.

Your heart dropped suddenly.

Sure, you knew it was from his past, but something about seeing them together, in such a personal setting, hit you harder than you’d expected. It felt like peeking into a part of his life that was still off-limits to you.

Before you could fully process the flood of emotions, Bonney scrolled to another picture on Yukis Facebook, obviously not being used for ages. This time, it was just Law and Yuki, standing under a snowfall. They weren’t posing for the camera but caught in a candid moment, smiling at each other like the rest of the world didn’t exist.

That one hurt.

“Wow, how petty do you have to be to keep that stuff?” Nami mused, waving her hands to dry her nails faster. Bonney nodded, tossing another cracker into her mouth, treating it all like juicy gossip.

Their casual comments snapped you out of your daze. They were right — this was all in the past. Ancient history. You were the one dating Law now, and from what he’d told you, Yuki was nothing more than a chapter long closed.

Still, the pictures gnawed at you. Was it jealousy? Or just the realization that Law had once shared parts of himself with someone else, in ways you hadn’t yet?

“You okay?” Bonney asked, her teasing tone now replaced with concern. Her eyes studied your face, searching for a crack.

“Yeah,” you lied, trying to shake off the unease. “It’s just… weird, you know?”

“I get it,” Nami chimed in, her voice softer now, more understanding. “But that’s all it is — the past. And you’ve got the hot emo boy now.” She winked, throwing you one of her playful smiles that made you chuckle despite yourself.

“Besides, she’s ugly,” Bonney added with a smirk, tossing her phone onto the table. “And you know, insane.”  Yea you couldn’t deny that. Especially after what Yuki had pulled on you.

Bonney stood up, feeling like switching the topic now after seeing how you your mood had dropped, heading toward the kitchen. She didn’t indent to sadden you after all. It was supposed to be a fun girls night. You should relax and have fun, not cry over a relationship that is long over.

Moments later, you heard the clinking of bottles, and soon enough, she returned with a bottle of wine and three glasses. “Let’s drink on that crazy bitch.”

“How did you know what I was thinking?” Nami laughed, extending her hands carefully so as not to ruin her nails.

You joined in, shaking off the last of your lingering doubts. This wasn’t supposed to be a night for wallowing in jealousy over Yuki. Fuck her anyway.

As the three of you clinked glasses, the weight in your chest finally lightened. You pulled up your legs on the couch and relaxed again. The cheap wine and the support from your friends really were what you needed right now. You took a sip, savoring the slight burn and letting out a satisfied sigh.

“So, what’s the real deal with him?” Nami asked, her eyes gleaming with curiosity as she leaned back next to you on the couch. “I mean, brooding bad boy, kind of a mystery. Are we talking about some serious feelings here?”

You felt your face flush at the question. Leave it to Nami to cut straight to the point. “I don’t know,” you admitted, swirling your wine glass a little. “I like him. A lot. But it’s… complicated.”

Bonney raised an eyebrow, taking a long sip of her wine before chiming in. “It’s always complicated with guys like him. Let me guess, he's got that whole ‘tragic backstory’ thing going on?” She said it with a smirk, but there was a knowing look in her eyes.

You laughed softly. “I have no idea.” You really didn't, barley knowing anything about his past, beside his Ex. Law's tempo at revealing sensitive topics to you were slow, even Yuki was only mentioned after what had happened.

Nami teased, raising her glass to her lips. “Because it sounds like you're still figuring him out.”

“Maybe,” you said, leaning back into the couch. “He just doesn’t talk much about his past, or his family...or anything personal.”

Nami and Bonney exchanged glances, and Bonney let out a dramatic sigh. “Girl, just don’t let him pull you into some dark mess without a lifeline. I swear, guys like him can be a black hole of emotional baggage.”

“Bonney’s right,” Nami said, giving a playful nudge with her foot. “You need to protect yourself too. But, if you think it’s worth it, we’ve got your back.”

You smiled, appreciating their concern. “Thanks. I mean it.”

Bonney, ever the practical one, stood up, stretching lazily as she glanced toward the window where the sun had long since set. “Alright, enough with the heavy stuff. We’re supposed to be relaxing! How about we find something trashy to watch and finish off this wine?”

And so you did, the bottle emptied quicker than any of you expected, and before you knew it, Bonney had already popped open another one. The mood had shifted into something light and easy, with laughter filling the room, nonsensical conversations flowing freely, fueled by the sweet, warm buzz of alcohol. The filter that usually kept things polite was long gone.

“Y/N, you gotta tell me something…” Nami leaned in closer, her cheeks flushed from the wine, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. “Is he good?”

“Good at wha’?” you replied, blinking in confusion.

Bonney groaned, rolling her eyes and helpfully making a rather crude hand gesture to spell it out. “You know.”

You snorted, trying to keep your composure but feeling the heat rise to your face. You couldn’t help but giggle at the sudden shift in conversation. “Oh my god.”

Nami was relentless though, scooting even closer, her eyes twinkling with playful intent. “Come onnn, spill! He has to be. You know what they say about tall guys…”

Bonney waved a hand dismissively. “Pfft, doesn’t mean any tall guy knows how to actually use it. Trust me, been there done that.”

“Don’t distract her, Bonney!” Nami scolded with mock seriousness, her focus laser-sharp. “I need to know, Y/N. And don’t worry, I’ll keep it to myself.” She shot you a look that made it clear she absolutely would not, but the alcohol in your system made you feel less guarded, and you found yourself grinning.

“I mean…”

“I need details!”

“I’m not giving you details!” you laughed, cheeks burning as you covered your face.

“Okay, fine,” Nami said, settling into her seat as if ready for a formal interrogation. “Just answer me with a yes or no. That’s fair, right?”

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t help but play along. “Okay, fine.”

She gave you a mock-serious look. “He a top?”

“Yah, obviously.”

Bonney burst out laughing, nearly spilling her wine. “What do you mean obviously?!” she cackled, and you couldn’t help but laugh with her.

Nami waved her hand, shushing Bonney dramatically. “Okay, okay. Next question.” She paused for effect, leaning in like it was a life-or-death matter. “Is heeee… making sure you finish?”

“Sure.”

“Always?”

You hesitated for a split second before smirking. “Yup.”

Both Nami and Bonney exploded with laughter, raising their glasses in triumph. “Nice!” they shouted in unison, clinking their glasses together with a high-five, clearly way too pleased with the answer.

“Why are you two more excited about this than me?” you laughed, the weight of earlier worries completely gone.

“We’re living vicariously through you!” Nami teased, taking another sip of her wine. “Besides, it’s not every day we get juicy intel on a mysterious bad boy.”

You chuckled, shaking your head as the conversation drifted back to more ridiculous topics. The laughter, the teasing, the shared warmth of friendship — it was exactly what you needed. Whatever stress and insecurity had been gnawing at you earlier had been drowned in wine in the good time you were savoring. Right now, you were just grateful for your friends.

While you had your well-deserved girl’s night, Law was already on his way to pick you up, something you'd asked him to do earlier when you knew the night with your friends would go late and include a little too much wine. He walked up the stairs, playing with his keys absentmindedly, making them spin around his finger. Soon he found the right apartment by the sound of your laughter echoing through the hallway, along with music blasting in the background.

Just as he reached out to ring the bell, footsteps approached from behind. Turning slightly, Law saw a green-haired guy walking up to him with the same deadpan expression he usually wore. They locked eyes for a moment, the air thick with silence until the guy spoke up.

"And you are?" the stranger asked, clearly heading to the same apartment.

Law raised an eyebrow, a bit annoyed at the intrusion. "Picking someone up. You?"

"Alcohol.”

Law’s confusion deepened. What was this guy talking about?

Zoro, Bonney and Nami’s upstairs neighbor, never passed up the opportunity for free drinks. They were good friends, and he was bored enough to drop by whenever things got rowdy.

"Right..." Law said slowly, frowning as he turned to finally ring the bell, only to find the green-haired guy standing next to him like it was no big deal. Great.

A few moments later, the door flew open, revealing Bonney, now holding an entire bottle of wine instead of a glass. She blinked in surprise at the sight of two men standing at the door, then a mischievous grin spread across her face as she locked eyes with Law.

"Hey, Y/N! Your boy toy is here!" Bonney called out, her voice loud enough to carry inside.

Law's eyes widened, a faint blush creeping up his neck. He already regretted agreeing to come.

Nami appeared next, her curiosity piqued. She peeked out the door to get a look at this Lover of yours, but the moment she spotted Zoro, her expression shifted dramatically. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"Free booze," Zoro replied with a casual shrug, shoving his hands into the pockets of his sweatpants like this was an everyday occurrence.

Nami groaned, clearly annoyed. "You gotta to stop mooching off us every time you hear wine bottles open. I swear, you owe me for every beer you’ve emptied." She tugged Zoro inside by the sleeve, muttering about making him pay her back later. He stepped inside with a satisfied grin, more than happy to partake in the free drinks.

Meanwhile, Law stood awkwardly in the doorway, observing the chaotic interaction. He felt like he’d just walked into a sitcom, unsure of what to do or say. Bonney’s eyes gleamed as she took him in, her mind clearly wandering to the things you’d revealed earlier about your sex life. The way Bonney stared a bit too long at his crotch made Law clearly uneasy. Especially with that grin of hers...was that how women felt?

"Is...Y/N coming?" Law asked, hoping to speed things along and escape the situation with you as quick as possible.

Bonney leaned casually against the doorframe, still holding her bottle of wine, an amused smirk on her lips. "I think she’s busy looking for the corkscrew... but you should totally come in and join us!" Her grin widened as she grabbed his arm, ignoring his attempts to protest.

“Wait—” Law began, but it was already too late. Bonney had pulled him inside with a strength that surely surprised him, as the door clicked shut.

You finally emerged from the kitchen, holding the corkscrew in one hand and a fresh bottle of wine in the other. When you spotted Law looking a bit out of place in the middle of your girls’ night, you had to chuckle a bit.

Zoro being already sprawled on the couch like he lived there rent free didn't seem to faze you.

“Oh, Law!” you beamed, walking over to greet him, blissfully unaware of the minor chaos swirling around him. With the alcohol warming your system, you impulsively stood on your tiptoes and pressed a quick kiss on his cheek, catching him completely off guard. His chest fluttered, though he tried to ignore the sensation. “Didn’t expect you so soon.”

“It’s past midnight,” he replied dryly, raising an eyebrow but failing to hide his slight surprise. The casual peck had thrown him off more than he cared to admit.

"Can we stay a little longer, please?" You looked up at him with wide, pleading eyes, the same look a child give their parents when begging to stay out late with friends. Law, ever the night owl, didn’t particularly mind, though the thought of spending even more time in the middle of this lively scene made him want to run for the door.

“I can pick you up later,” he offered, thinking you might take him up on it. Yet luck didn't seem to be on his side today.

“Nooo, you’ve gotta stay! C'mon!” you chuckled, grabbing his hand and pulling him into the living room before he could even process a proper response. He opened his mouth to protest, then quickly closed it, realizing he didn’t really have much of a choice. With a resigned sigh, he slumped down onto the couch next to Zoro, who was already sipping on his drink.

Zoro lifted his bottle and gave Law a questioning look. “Mh?”

Law stared at him for a moment, then sighed again. What kind of ape communication was this.

“Sure, whatever.”

Grinning, Zoro popped open another bottle and handed it to Law. They clinked their bottles together, though Zoro took an impressively large gulp, like he hadn’t had a drink in days. Law, glancing at him from the side, took a much smaller sip, eyeing the other man’s easygoing nature with mild confusion.

You returned with a freshly filled glass of wine, plopping down on the armrest next to Law, clearly pleased that he’d agreed to stay. Even though you forced him. Literally.

However, his discomfort kept getting worse, as the doorbell rang again continuously, signaling the arrival of even more people. The once quiet hangout was quickly turning into a full-blown party, something Law hadn’t remotely anticipated. First, a tall, elegant woman walked in, introducing herself as Robin, followed by her boisterous and overly enthusiastic husband, Franky, who instantly made his presence known with his loud voice and equally loud personality.

Then came a duo of chaos in the form of Luffy and Usopp, both bursting through the door with enough energy to fill the room three times over. Luffy immediately darted toward the snacks, while Usopp settled down on the floor comfortably, since the couch was already crowded.

Law, by now, had sunk even further into the couch, clutching his beer bottle like it was some sort of lifeline. He wasn’t one for big crowds, especially not when surrounded by people he barely knew. His eyes flicked around the room, trying to find something—anything—to anchor himself amidst the growing chaos.

Zoro, completely unfazed, leaned back casually, like he was used to this kind of scene. “Not a fan of big crowds, huh?”

Law shook his head, taking a small sip of his beer. “No, not really.”

Zoro grinned and gave him a sympathetic pat on the shoulder. “Good luck, man. This is just getting started.”

As the room filled up with more people and the noise level rose, you noticed Law’s discomfort. Walking over to him, you leaned down with a soft smile. “You okay?” you asked, genuinely concerned.

“I’m fine,” he muttered, though you could tell he was far from comfortable.

You chuckled, brushing your fingers lightly across his arm. “You’ll survive. Promise.”

Law sighed, but a small smirk tugged at his lips. You always had a way of calming him down, even when everything around him was spiraling into chaos. At least he wasn’t completely on his own—

“Let’s play karaoke!”

"Oh, yes!" you practically squealed, leaping up from the armrest with a burst of energy. Without hesitation, you dashed over to help Bonney set up the console, your hands flying over the controls as you excitedly plugged in the microphones for a round of Let's Sing.

Law blinked, watching you leave him alone and dash to the game with that enthusiasm of yours. He leaned back on the couch, crossing his arms. Yep. He was on his own for this one.

As the singing began—not that Law would even call it singing—he sat there, watching you laugh and belt out lyrics with your friends. A small, almost imperceptible smile tugged at the corner of his lips. He wouldn’t admit it out loud, but seeing you so happy with your friends was... nice. The buzz of conversation and laughter filled the room, but Law was content to observe from the sidelines.

Thankfully, Zoro wasn’t all that eager to join in either, providing Law with some much-needed silent company as the he nursed his drink. However, Zoro had also downed more than enough beer for the night. Without a word, he stood up and ambled toward the bathroom, leaving the spot beside Law empty. Law sighed, sliding further into the seat, hoping to stay out of the growing mayhem.

But of course, his peace was short-lived.

"Hey! You Y/N’s boyfriend?"

Oh god, no. Please.

Franky, all loud enthusiasm and booming presence, plopped down beside him, making Law almost jump from his seat. Among the group, Franky was arguably the loudest—but it was a tight race. Everyone besides Zoro and Robin seemed to have a default volume setting that hovered somewhere between “obnoxious” and “headache-inducing.”

Law shot Franky a grumpy side-eye, not bothering to hide his irritation.

"We're not together."

Franky looked genuinely perplexed, glancing between you and Law like he was trying to solve a puzzle. "What, you ain't?" He scratched his chin, then broke into a grin. "Ah, I see. Not official yet, huh? Haha, yeah, I get that. You know how long it took me to convince my lady to be mine? Two years! But look where we are now!" His laughter boomed across the room, drawing a wince from Law, who massaged his temples in an effort to stave off the growing headache.

"Aha," Law muttered, clearly uninterested, but Franky wasn’t bothered.

"So how long you been seeing each other then?" Franky leaned in, undeterred by Law’s obvious reluctance to chat. His curiosity was boundless, and his energy relentless. "C'mon, you can tell me. Y/N’s like a lill' sister to me. I gotta make sure she's doin' alright, y'know?"

Law exhaled, feeling the weight of the conversation shift. Franky wasn’t going to drop this, was he? As annoying as the guy could be, there was something sincere about the way he cared for you. Maybe Law should make more of an effort. After all, you had meshed well with his group, even handling Shachi and Penguin's relentless teasing and matching Rosinante’s high-energy friendliness. If he was serious about you—and he was—maybe it wouldn’t hurt to connect more with your friends.

"Few months, I guess," Law finally muttered, sounding almost disinterested. But Franky wasn’t buying it.

"Few months, huh?"

Law sighed, giving in with a little more honesty. "Eight and a half weeks, give or take."

Franky’s grin widened. "Now we're talkin'! I knew you had the details. That’s good, man. Real good." He clapped Law on the back with enough force to nearly knock him forward. "You’re a lucky guy, y’know that? Y/N’s special."

Law nodded slowly, his gaze drifting back to you as you yelled into your microphone with your friends, completely oblivious to the conversation happening on the sidelines. Yeah. He knew exactly how special you were. And for the first time in a long while, he found himself willing to let someone in—despite everything he'd been through. Even if he didn't said it openly, the seriousness of his feelings for you was undeniable.

He just wasn’t ready to share all that with the world quite yet…

As the next song blared through the speakers and the room erupted into more chaotic laughter, Law felt his patience wearing thin. The noise, the energy—it was all a bit too much for him. He scanned the room, watching you sing with your friends, your carefree joy almost contagious. Almost.

But Law had reached his limit for the night.

Silently, he stood up from the couch and slipped past Franky, making his way toward the door leading to the small balcony. He needed air, desperately. As he stepped out, the cool night breeze hit his face, soothing the tension that had been building in his temples.

He exhaled slowly, leaning against the balcony, gazing out on the night life on the streets below him. For a moment, he let the peaceful stillness wash over him.

The door behind him creaked open, and he didn't need to turn around to know it was you. Your presence was always unmistakable to him.

"Running away?" you teased lightly as you approached, your voice soft in contrast to the lively noise spilling out from the room behind you.

"Needed a break," Law muttered, not taking his eyes off the street. "Your friends are... a lot."

You laughed softly, coming to stand beside him, letting your shoulder touch his. "Yeah, I guess they can be. But you will get used to it.”

Law raised an eyebrow, glancing sideways at you. "I tolerate it. For your sake."

"Right, sure," you said, rolling your eyes but smiling as you did. The soft moonlight highlighted your features, and for a moment, neither of you said anything. The noise from inside was still faintly audible, but out here, it felt like a different world.

"You didn’t have to follow me," Law said after a while, his voice quieter now. “You can go and enjoy “singing” with the others.”

"I wanted to," you replied simply, still gazing at the sky. "Just checking if you’re doing okay."

He huffed, but there was no bite to it. “I’m fine on my own.”

“Yeah,” you said with a gentle smile, your eyes meeting his. “But you don’t always have to be.”

Law didn’t respond right away. He stared out, the familiar tension in his chest loosening just a little. You had a way of making things feel… easier. Less complicated. Even when you weren’t saying much, just standing there with him, it felt like enough.

 “I don’t expect you to suddenly become best friends with everyone. But... you’re part of this now. Part of my world.” You smiled a bit drunk, your voice warm. “And I’m really glad you are.”

Law turned his head slightly, looking at you for a long moment. His expression softened in a way it rarely did around others. There was a weight to your words that he couldn’t ignore.

“I’m glad too,” he murmured, almost as if admitting it to himself.

You beamed at him, reaching out to take his hand, your fingers brushing his. He hesitated for a second before gently locking fingers together, the small gesture grounding him in the moment. You both stood there in comfortable silence, the distant sound of your friends' laughter fading into the background.

“Think you’re ready to head back in?” you asked after a while, giving his hand a gentle squeeze.

Law let out a small, amused huff. “Not yet.”

You laughed softly, slightly leaning against him, while Law really appreciated you checking up on him, even if he seemed repelled at first. Sometimes he wondered how well you could read him, tell what he actually needed. Franky was right, you truly were someone special...

But your peaceful moment was quickly shattered—private time wasn’t exactly a concept the gang understood. The balcony door burst open, and in came Luffy, practically bouncing on his feet. Somehow, despite being the only one who hadn’t touched a drop of alcohol, he had more energy than everyone combined.

"Ah, fresh air!" he exclaimed, stretching his arms out wide.

Law groaned inwardly, letting his head hang for a moment. He should’ve known.

Before either of you could react, Luffy squeezed himself between the two of you, casually breaking the connection of your hand in Law’s. He leaned over the railing, staring down at the quiet street with a big grin plastered on his face, completely oblivious to the mood he had just bulldozed through.

Law’s eyebrow twitched dangerously, his patient running low. How dense can one person be?

"Hey, Luis—"

"My name is Law," he corrected flatly, already regretting it because—

"Anyway!" Luffy completely ignored the correction, plowing forward without missing a beat. He grinned brightly at you both, clearly unfazed by Law’s deadpan look. "We have this weekly movie night on Mondays. You should totally come and join us!"

"Pass," Law replied immediately, his voice clipped. "I’m busy during the week."

"Luffy, Law works," you chimed in with a chuckle, clearly amused by how little the concept of schedules seemed to exist in Luffy’s mind.

Luffy blinked, staring blankly as if the notion of work baffled him. “Can you... maybe not work?” he asked, tilting his head in that curious, innocent way of his, now casually picking at his nose as if the problem of work hours was one that could be solved by sheer willpower.

Law stared at him, completely dumbfounded. Did he just—

You were already laughing at the sheer absurdity of the exchange.

Luffy, unfazed by Law’s irritated silence, kept going. “Fine! How about Taco Tuesday then? I know you gotta be free for tacos!” His grin stretched ear to ear, as if he’d just come up with the most foolproof plan in the world.

Law groaned, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “I also work on Tuesday.”

“All day long?” Luffy asked, his expression serious, as if the thought of someone working all day was inconceivable to him. "That’s gotta be, like, illegal, right?"

You were practically doubled over in laughter at this point. Watching Luffy try to integrate Law into your friend group was like watching someone try to fit a square peg into a round hole—both characters were complete opposites, and it was hilarious to witness.

It wasn’t that Law didn’t want to make an effort. It was just... Luffy.

Sensing Law’s frustration, you stepped in to smooth things over. “Maybe we can arrange something, Luffy. On weekend instead?” you suggested, smiling at your overly enthusiastic friend.

Luffy’s face lit up like a lightbulb. “Awesome! That’s even better! Saturday or Sunday works. Or both! Oh, wait—what about Friday night? We could have burgers and movies!”

You shot a glance at Law, who was now staring out at the street again with a blank, resigned look on his face. He wasn’t saying anything, but you could practically hear the thoughts running through his head.

“Luffy, let’s… take it one step at a time, alright?” you said gently, still laughing as you patted his shoulder. “We’ll figure something out.”

Luffy’s grin somehow got even bigger. “Sweet! You guys are gonna love movie night. We always watch the best stuff. I mean, sometimes it’s just old kung fu movies or stuff with explosions, but who doesn’t love explosions, right?”

Law muttered something under his breath, too quiet for anyone to hear, but you knew he was nearing his limit.

“Luffy, maybe you should head back inside and check on the others,” you suggested, trying to throw Law a lifeline. “I think Usopp and Franky are starting another game.”

Luffy’s eyes widened with excitement. “Oh yeah! I almost forgot about that!” He turned on his heel, already halfway back to the door. “I’ll save you a spot for the next round!” he called over his shoulder, leaving just as quickly as he’d appeared.

The moment the door closed behind him, Law let out the deepest sigh of his life. “How do you deal with that?”

You grinned, slipping your hand back into his. “They mean well.”

Law let out a dry laugh, shaking his head. “Still exhausting.”

After the cold air had finally cooled you down enough to want to head back inside, Law followed close behind, settling into his usual spot on the couch. To his surprise, Zoro was back in his own seat as well, nursing yet another bottle of beer. Law couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow. How many of those had he already gone through? He started to seriously wonder Zoro’s relationship to alcohol.

As Law moved his empty bottle aside and sat down, Zoro glanced at him out of the corner of his eye. “Mh?” he asked yet again, holding up his beer as if offering to grab another.

“Nah, pass. Gotta drive still,” Law replied, his tone flat.

Zoro gave a brief nod, content to let the silence settle back in. It wasn’t awkward, though—just two people comfortable in their own quiet. That was something Law appreciated about Zoro at least; he wasn’t one to fill the air with unnecessary chatter.

After a few minutes however, Zoro broke the silence. Clearly aware that Law was quite uncomfortable still. “You’ll get used to it. Don’t worry.”

Law raised an eyebrow, glancing at him. “Do I have to?” His voice carried the same uninterested energy as Zoro’s, though there was a hint of dry humor beneath the surface.

Zoro took a slow sip of his beer, then looked at Law with a lazy but knowing smirk. “Yup. Too late now.”

Law sighed, leaning back into the couch, his arms crossed as he stared at the chaotic scene unfolding around them—Luffy still bouncing off the walls, Usopp and Franky laughing hysterically at whatever ridiculous antics they were up to, and you, blending in perfectly with the madness, laughing and teasing Bonney as she tried to argue about the best way to combine pizza with pasta.

Law leaned back, feeling a strange sense of acceptance. He wasn’t entirely sure if he’d ever fully get used to this kind of madness, but looking around at your friends, and back at you, he started to think that maybe—just maybe—he didn’t mind trying for you.

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Some things never change (Sanji x fem!reader x Zoro)

a/n: I wrote this a little while ago. Since I won't be able to post much else for a week or so, I thought I'd go ahead and share this.

Although they agreed to be in a polyamorous relationship with you, old habits die hard. Their competitiveness remained even in your relationship—they couldn’t help wanting to be the one who made you scream the loudest.

CW: NSFW, MDNI, fem!reader, poly, nipple play, oral, vaginal penetration, hand job, stomach shot, swallowing.

Sitting with them on either side of you was causing the heat within you to rise. Finding something to enjoy together was trying, but luck was on your side that night—a movie that would appeal to all three of you.

Despite the efforts put into choosing something you three would enjoy, the light brushing of your thighs against theirs was letting the interest you had prior go stale. No matter how much you wanted to be invested in the plot, your mind wandered to indulging in spontaneity.

You spread your legs a bit more, hinting at what was on your mind. Not bothering to look at either of them, you were confident they would take the bait.

Sanji rubbed your thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze while Zoro placed his arm around you and allowed his hand to rest against your breast. Your hands found their way over their hips, teasing the pinning they had for you which was now hardening under your fingers.

Their sighs of pleasure were nearly in unison. Zoro’s hand reached under your shirt, groping your bare breast. When Sanji’s hand cupped your building arousal, it wasn’t long before the temptation to feel your soft skin took over. 

With his fingers having slid past the waistband of your pants, they found their target with ease—your clit becoming the center of attention for him. As the swirls of euphoria built within, you put your head back to further surrender yourself to it.

Sanji smirked at Zoro, rubbing in his face how much of an effect he had on you. Grimacing at him, Zoro never failed to get caught up in competition. 

Your lips were beginning to quiver as you tried suppressing your moans, luring one of your lovers into claiming them. Zoro’s lips claimed yours. Circling your nipple, he flicked the hardened tip as his tongue tangled with yours. His other hand snaked up your neck, giving it a gentle squeeze.

The friction of Sanji’s fingers when paired with the swordsman's grip was sinfully intoxicating, but you craved more. Your hips sought to delve deeper into your lustful fantasies.

Zoro was the first to feed into your desperation. With his cock fully sprung from confinement, your hand blindly reached out for it. The skillful strokes coaxed groans out of him, muffling the sound against your kiss.

It wasn’t enough; you still craved more. You pawed at Sanji’s zipper, in need of his assistance. Removing his, he then gently guided your hand to it, letting your fingers wrap around it with confidence. His voice hitched as you stroked it, tightening your grip around the tip. Plunging his fingers into your slick walls, he was after that sweet moan of ecstasy. Unfortunately, its awe was swallowed by Zoro.

He yearned to feel more of you, but Zoro was dominating your entire upper-half. Not wanting to miss out on your sweet nectar, he tugged your pants off and promptly kneeled on the floor. Upon seeing your wetness pooling in your cotton panties, he dove in. 

The friction of the fabric as he kissed at your core was leaving you breathless. His lips caressed your clit and his tongue pressed between your folds. Each tremble of your legs gave him the reaction he needed.

Swiftly, he ripped your underwear off, discarding them to the side. He pulled you further down before downing his senses in your scent again. 

With your lips being just out of reach now, Zoro was left feeling lost for a moment. As you gasped and moaned from the blonde’s relentless lapping, your mouth looked all too inviting. 

Your eyes met his. “Come here,” you breathed.

Tilting your chin up, the slight slap of him on your tongue was quickly followed by him filling your mouth. As his thrusts remained slow and steady, you could sense how much he was holding back. 

Swiveling your hips, your fingers tangled in Sanji’s hair. While you rutted against his face, your heels dug into his shoulders, causing his groans to vibrate against your sensitive clit.

Placing your other hand on Zoro’s hip, you coated his length with your heady tongue—swirling it around the tip and keeping it strong against the underside. He took a handful of your hair as you worked your magic, sending him to new heights.

Your saliva beaded around the corners of your mouth, dripping down your chin and onto the sofa. While you bucked your hips against Sanji’s open mouth, you cupped Zoro’s balls and deepthroated him.

“Just like that,” he gasped.

Not even a few moments of his indulgences in your mouth had passed before your body was thrown into another frenzy.

“Come here, baby,” Sanji huffed as he leaned over you. Aligning himself at your entrance, his thrusts were driven by the desire to feel you unravel under him.

With your pussy being pounded with abandon, you took Zoro’s cock out of your mouth for a moment—a trail of spit tethered him to you. Barely being given a chance to allow your shrill moans of ecstasy grace Sanji’s ears, Zoro shoved himself back into your mouth.

Your nails dug into Zoro’s side, crawling their way down to his hip. He reached down to slap your breasts, causing them to collide in a hypnotic impact.

Tears beading at the corners of your eyes, an elixir of shared cries of passion, and the wet slaps and slurps between lovers: you couldn’t hold on much longer. None of you could.

Your eyes rolled back and fluttered shut as you welcomed the shockwaves of climax—each one spreading across your core and rendering you helpless to the remainder of their dash to the finish line.

The vibrations of your choked cries sent a chill down Zoro’s spine. Following your lead, he clung to you. Burying himself within your mouth as much as he could, hot cum streamed down your throat. He pulled you off of him, your eyes glazed over and his leftover seed lingering on your breath. 

Soft groans passed over your defiled lips as Sanji plowed into you, his own body shaking uncontrollably. He pulled out and with a strangled moan, his peak of ecstasy laced your stomach.

Zoro took a moment to stroke your hair and Sanj was half-collapsed on your chest. The three of you panted through the remaining haze of ecstasy.

No matter how much they may deny it, the two of them enjoyed the challenge, and it wasn’t as if you’d ever complain about having two men fight over who could bring you to climax the hardest.

[virtualreader]

roadside temptations

rickgrimesxfem!reader

summary: the car breaks down on the way back to the prison when you and Rick were coming back from a small run, and you figure out a way to kill time.

word count: 1,7k.

warnings: fingering, manturbation (female reciving), thigh riding, unprotected sex (p in v), cursing, praising, dick riding, etc. not proofread.

requested: yes (by anonymous).

+18 content below, minors dni, nsfw, please do not read it if you're uncomfortable with this topic!

As the car continued along the road, the gentle rumble of the engine slowly began to transform into a more noticeable rattling sound, and the once smooth ride became slightly more unstable as the vehicle began to wobble ever so lightly.

You and Rick had gone on a supply run to gather the essentials - medical supplies and food - and anything useful you could find. Given the current state of things, you knew that every little thing counted. It was supposed to be a day's journey; however, as luck would have it, your vehicle did not seem up to your wishes, as it malfunctioning and running slower than usual.

“That doesn’t sound exactly nice and smooth,” you said, pointing out the worrying clatter coming from the motor. “Do you think we should stop and check it out?”

"It's probably best if we do," Rick agreed. He didn't want to be stranded in the middle of nowhere, having just a couple of hours left until sunset. "'M gonna pull over to that siding, and I'll take a look at it.”

Rick did as said, stopping the car when he had reached the pull-off. He opened the driver’s seat door and step out, heading to the front of the car. You watched as Rick popped open the hood and began to inspect the engine, a troubled expression breaking across his once calm features after he poked around a bit.

Rick followed instructions and stopped the car at the pull-off. He got out of the driver’s seat and walked to the front of the car. You observed as Rick opened the hood and inspected the engine.

After poking around for a while, a troubled expression crossed his previously calm features. Rick slamed the hood shut with a loud bang, and, with his thumbs in his pockets, returned to the car, behind the wheel.

"Looks like we're stuck here for a while," he said, turning to face you.

“If only you’d listened to me when I told you,” you scolded Rick. “We should’ve checked everything was in order before setting off.”

He was in such a hurry to depart that he didn't even stop to verify the condition of the engine. He was to blame for your setback.

While you rebuked Rick, his gaze remained glued to your lips, moving as you spoke.

"Are you listening to me at all?" you asked Rick, shaking your head in exasperation.

“God, you're so fucking hot when you're mad," he said with a smirk.

"You're a lost cause, you know that, right?" you sigh, still trying to hold onto your annoyance with Rick, on the brink of succumbing to his pleading eyes.

"Maybe," Rick responds with a wry smile, "but you long for this lost cause to touch you." His voice is playful and teasing, and it has the abillity to snap you out of your anger.

It's not that you don't appreciate Rick's sense of humor and charm - it's just that sometimes, it can be a little too much, especially when you're in a stressful situation like this one. But as he sits there beside you in the car, his eyes sparkling with mischief, you can’t help feeling the fluttering butterflies, the same ones you got back when he first started flirting with you.

As he moved his hand along the exposed skin of your thigh, you felt a rush of desire course through your body. The warmth of his touch sent shivers down your spine and you found yourself yearning for more. You wondered what it would be like to have his hands explore every inch of your body, to feel his fingers tracing patterns on your skin as you melted under his touch.

You gave in to your desires and crossed over to the driver's seat, straddling Rick.

In a sudden and spontaneous movement, he grabbed your arms and pulled you closer to him, pressing his lips against yours in a fervent and ardent kiss. If you could not make it home, you might as well enjoy the privacy the deserted roads provided.

You interrupted the kiss, opening your eyes to observe his face, which you held in your hands. You noticed the way his eyes sparkled in the fading light, and the way his lips curved into a small smile. How you had gotten so lucky to have found someone like him in this chaotic and unpredictable world?

You buried your face in the crook of his neck and sucked, savoring the salty flavor of his perspiring skin. The lustful action elicited a grunt from Rick, and seeing him enjoying it only made you hornier.

Unable to resist the temptation to indulge your erotic desires, you began rubbing your denim-covered pussy on Rick's leg. The sensation was electric as you indulged in your carnal urges, your body responding with increasing arousal and a sense of unbridled wildness.

"Behave, babygirl, " Rick gasped, trying to keep some semblance of control. “Quit that if you want me to please you anytime soon.”

But you were relentless, the friction sending waves of pleasure through your body.

Rick's voice was strained as he fought to keep his composure, his eyes locked onto yours with a mixture of desire and amusement. You could feel the heat radiating from his body, and the intensity of his gaze made your heart race.

Despite his warning, you couldn't resist the temptation to tease him, to see just how far you could push him. You continued to grind your hips against his leg, feeling the friction and the growing wetness between your thighs. Your breathing became more and more erratic as the pleasure built inside you, and you could tell that Rick was struggling to keep up his facade of control.

"Are you trying to drive me insane?" he growled, his hands tightening on your hips. "Because if that's your plan, it's working."

You smirked, feeling a sense of power in the way you were able to affect him.

"Maybe," you said, your voice low and sultry. "Or maybe I just want you to take me right here in this car."

Rick's eyes widened at your boldness, and for a moment you thought he might actually give in to your demands. But then he shook his head, a rueful smile on his lips.

Rick pushed a hand against your chest, gently but firmly, conveying both his desire and authority, moving you back so he could access the button on your shorts, and, using just one hand, he undid it effortlessly. There was little space inside the tea green Hyundai SUV, hence the steering wheel digging your back as the man under you battled to roll your pants down.

"No panties?" You gave a feeble smile as the corners of your lips turned up when he realized you weren't wearing any underwear under your shorts. "You sure are a dirty little slut, ain't you?”

His large hands griped you tights, spreading your legs so you were stradling his lap. Your eyes closed, anticipation taking over you when his hard boner grazed your crotch through the denim fabric. You moaned in response to his fingers caresses in your cunt, which soon turned into a swifter rub, his middle and ring finger at both sides of your clit.

As the passion between you and Rick grew, you heard him whisper in your ear, "You can get louder, can't you?" and you responded by letting out a moan of pleasure.

The sound only seemed to encourage him as he continued to touch and explore your body, his hand working its way up under your shirt until he reached your tit, stroking it between his cold fingertips. You were completely under his spell, and you loved every moment of it.

A gasp left your mouth when he slided a finger inside you without prior notice.

“Rick.” you muttered in a submissive wail.

“What do you want, honey?” he teased, adding another finger to his pumping. “Is it me?”

You hummed in agreement, your eyes closed and head tilted backward as your walls squeezed his fingers. Signs of an impending orgasm emerged, the swell of bliss making its way up your core.

Yet, your expression of rapture quickly changed to one of disappointment when Rick's fingers left your hole, the sense of emptiness outweighing any pleasure.

"If you want to come, you better beg," he growled in your ear, and you knew you were completely under his control.

“Please, Rick” with a soft whimper, you begged him to take you, to make you his completely. “I want you, I want you to fill me.”

Without a second thought, his own urgency beyond human limits, Rick pulled the lever under the bottom of the seat, and it swung back, increasing the wiggrling space. He pulled up his shirt and pulled down his trousers before freeing his throbbing member from the suffocating fabric of his stone grey boxers.

At the sight, your mouth watered, and you eagerly mounted his erect, precum-dripping cock. you began to bounce up and down, your hips meeting in a sensual rhythm with each thrust.

"Attagirl," Rick praised you amidst his own gleefulness.

The car may have broken down and left you stranded on the side of the road, but in that moment, all you could think about was the intense desire that had overtaken your body. You wanted to feel Rick's hands over you, as your bodies melted into one, to be completely consumed by the zeal of this moment.

“Are you going to come for me, baby?” Rick whispered in your ear as you rode him, your hips moving faster and faster as you approached the brink of orgasm.

You moaned in response, your body writhing with pleasure as Rick's hands roamed over your body, touching you in all the right places as you rode him harder and harder.

You reached your peak, your body shaking with ecstasy as you came hard, your walls contracting around Rick's cock as he pumped into you one last time before spilling his own release inside you.

As you collapsed against his chest, breathing heavily, you couldn't help but think that getting stuck on the side of the road might have been the best thing that ever happened to you.

[bambamramfan]

HIVLI

I've seen in the rationalistsphere a lot of dividing people into binary personality models, that are useful and different from the more popular stereotypes (though obviously as simplistic as any binary model.) High decouplers vs low decouplers is a really big one, though also high agency vs low agency. (These descriptions are usually "high x vs low x" with implicit emphasis that the "high" group is better.)

I'm going to add one binary that I think has not gotten nearly enough attention, though you can decide whether I favor the high or low half.

High Impulsiveness

We are used to impulsiveness as just a straight up bad word, like someone who lacks the discipline to resist temptation. Really it's not even about people, but more about moods we can fall into and should be avoided.

I think that's bollocks - not only are some people more impulsive, but it's not even an entirely *bad* thing and has some real positive contributions.

An impulsive person acts on an idea without thinking about it a lot. It could be the decision to throw the first punch in a fight, it could be kissing someone without worrying if it will be reciprocated, it might be deciding to throw a giant party just because, it might be buying a cool new jacket from the leather store, it might be pivoting your business into an entirely new sector, and it very very often is tweeting something on the spur of the moment.

And let's be honest - we love some of the impulsive people in our life. We love how they drop everything for us in a moment of need, we love how they surprise us with a spontaneous gift, we love how they are the first to say I love you. This impulsiveness is hella charismatic because all of their actions feel genuine and powerful and they just do a lot more actions showing their affection than people who think about it too much.

A high impulse person never lies because they believe what they are saying at the time. It might contradict what they said in the past, or what they will follow through on in the future, or even what the state of the world actually is, but they could sure as hell pass a lie detector test saying it right now.

Elon Musk is famous as a high impulse person, boldly creating new companies and leading industries because he decided HE CAN DO IT and doesn't waste any time thinking about the reasons it's not feasible.

On a whim, he bought a $1 million sports car and this is what happened to it:

FWIW, this was on the way to signing a major deal with Thiel.

My contention is that it is no coincidence that the man who reinvented the electric car industry and private space travel, completely wrecked his uninsured million dollar car trying to impress another billionaire. These are two sides of the same coin.

Low Impulsiveness

I think of the epitome of High Impulse vs Low Impulse is Trump vs Clinton in 2016. If you ask a LI person something, they will want to pause and consider the answer - is it true, does it accord with the rest of the world, will it upset anyone, are there any necessary qualifications on this?

To the media viewer, this looks like a calculating liar who is choosing what truth you should get to hear. The more "honest" person was the one "shooting from the gut" and answering immediately and unambiguously. Which answer actually turned out to be "true" is something that would be lost until the question was long forgotten.

A low impulse person wants to plan out what they are doing, what are the risks, how to mitigate them, even if they succeed one time will they be able to consistently stick to replicating this. (Hillary and Obama have been married one time each, even as we both have seen the tribulations of those marriages. Trump and Musk have been married, what, 8 times total?)

Some people reading this will just say this is a new label on high agency vs low agency people. And there is *some* correlation - a lot of high impulse people (again like Trump or Musk) are very high agency, and many low impulse people can be depressed, defeatist and think nothing is worth doing (usually myself.)

But I don't think that's accurate, these traits aren't the same thing. You can be high impulse / low agency - that's usually a depressive that lashes out at everything around them. And low impulse / agency is the stereotype of the master planner who has figured out exactly how everything will go.

You might say that high impulse people have higher VARIANCE than low impulse people, and the effect we're actually measuring is variance. I don't think that's what's going on at the personal level, so it's not useful for describing the people involved and why they do things and causality.

But the point about high variance is that high impulse people fuck up a lot. They lead to ALL SORTS OF MISTAKES and costs that the low impulse people justifyingly grumble about. Which is why our prisons are mostly full of high impulse people (but then so are our performing stages.)

For a long time, what it took to get ahead at the highest levels of power, was iterated successes, and that weeded out a lot of high-impulse people. HI people would fuck up eventually, and they'd go to jail or lose all the money or piss off the wrong people or lose their reputation and they'd stop advancing. Which is how we got a stereotype of national leaders as wishy washy grey emotionless blobs - those were the only ones who could survive a gauntlet of potential mistakes in the press or gossipy political games.

We've clearly entered a new era where downsides are limited, and enough success can overcome any failure. If, as a business leader, you can get 10% of the people to LOVE you, they can buy your stock and buoy you, even as 90% of people hate every decision you make.

We're seeing its effects the most in politics - Trump can't do anything to lose the confidence of his people so long as the other people hate him, so "shooting from the hip" every second of every day works wonders for him, even as it leads to meaningless policy and complete denial of reality.

But we see its growth in the media with independent substacks and other influencer platforms. So long as you can never be truly knocked out, the strategy of "gamble everything, keep trying to get attention" beats out most of the planners and low impulsiveness.

I think this is a bad thing, but it's not because I exclusively prefer Low Impulse behavior. HI people are super fun. But our leadership needs some combination of people with "emotional spontaneity" and people doing "thoughtful engagement with reality", and drifting too much in the former direction has fairly obvious disastrous consequences.

[celestial-quill-n-ink]

What They Think Of You (Season 1)

🌟Lucifer🌟

✦ At first, Lucifer thought that everything might just go smoothly for once. You seemed generally polite and conscious of your circumstances, not at all like his trouble-making brothers.

✦ But you were only human. And temptations would be around every shadow-y corner of the Devildom... He just didn't expect you to immediately go head-first into the most personally affecting ones for him and his family.

✦ Your spontaneity between acting so innocent and demure to boldly putting yourself in harm's way threw him off in a way he hadn't truly anticipated. Especially with the incident in the Underground Tomb.

✦ You were certainly fascinating, he'd give you that. What was more fascinating and scary however, was the impact you were leaving on his younger brothers.

✦ Mammon almost never left your side, Levi actually made an effort to spend quality time with a non-family member, Beel would now often set aside some of his food for you, Asmo was completely doting on you in a way he never did with anyone else, and Satan had matured in such a short amount of time partly in due to your words of advice and interactions.

✦ He was even finding himself endeared to your earnest endeavour to befriend and understand Demon-kind. For someone who seemed so anxious and doubtful, there never seemed to be a single thought spared to abandoning your own moral code.

✦ And he respected that. He really did, and that was something his pride was slowly coming to terms with. He was starting to personally care about you, not as an Exchange Student, but as the consciously kind and perceptive individual he was now seeing you for.

✦ And yes, this development definitely had a large and potentially lethal wrench thrown into it with the reveal of Belphie's imprisonment in the attic.

✦ He felt ashamed of himself. He had clearly misjudged you all along, and you were just like any other selfish human who was just too curious for their own good. He never used to hate humans, per se, but he wasn't ever particularly fond of them either.

✦ So confirmation bias had hit him hard. Because above all else, he had let this happen. All of it. From the moment he rebelled against their Father, to how he started to soften and genuinely lower his guard around a mere deceitful human, he was the cause of all of these current circumstances.

✦ And Lilith…

✦ He only realized it upon later reflection, but he had always seen a bit of Lilith in you. He couldn't ever pinpoint it, but the moment you hugged him in the Underground Tomb, something just felt right again. After so, so long.

✦ And from that moment on, he ever so slowly started to trust you. You had unintentionally wormed your way into the family, and his brothers were certainly not letting go of you anytime soon. And neither was he.

✦ His respect for you had only grown once he put aside his pride to realise that every single action that you had taken was for the sake of his family. What obligation did you possibly have to do all of this?

✦ Clearly not publicity or fame, otherwise you wouldn't have kept it a secret and downplayed your role whenever you discussed it after the fact.

✦ Of course, an ideal circumstance would have been to gain the favour of his other brothers by saving Belphie, which would easily place himself as the grand villain of the story, and yet you had never used that narrative to your advantage.

✦ When he confronted you about these thoughts, even you seemed a bit uncertain as to why you did it.

✦ Because yes, you may have had your own personal struggles with family and didn't want the worst case scenario that almost happened to you to happen to others, but the complete dedication and tenacity you had for the task surprised even yourself.

✦ And that's when Lucifer knew. Not because of societal status or for any other personal gain: you just wanted to help people. It made you feel happy and fulfilled just to help people and see them be happy.

✦ And how long had it really been since he'd seen such genuine and reckless selflessness right in front of his eyes? The flashes of forbidden Celestial Realm food and a bedridden human in his mind was all the reminder he needed.

✦ So from there on, things were brighter for the both of you. While still reserved, Lucifer was endlessly amused by your interactions and hijinks with his brothers, and would contentedly watch on almost like a proud parent.

✦ Because he was proud to have someone like you as a part of their family...

[allwaswell16]

A One Direction fic rec where Harry is an angel as requested in this ask. If you enjoy the fics, please leave kudos and comments for the writers! You can find my other fic recs here. Happy reading!

- Louis / Harry -

🪽 there's no fair in farewell by we_are_the_same / @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed

(E, 218k, cupids) When Harry and Louis, two Cupids who have been bringing people together for decades, are tasked with making Soulmates Liam and Zayn fall in love, it proves to be much harder than expected.

🪽 of the divine (series) by devilinmybrain / @thedevilinmybrain

(E, 104k, guardian angel) "I'm your-" The man shifts his weight, hesitantly bringing his hands together in front of him. It's an endearingly nervous habit. "I'm your guardian angel."

🪽 You Give Me Wings by @snowy38

(E, 103k, demon Louis) In the other realm- where goody two shoes angels fluttered about all day like annoying butterflies- a lightening bolt could cause a lot of trouble.

🪽 Angels and Demons by twerkinlarry

(M, 70k, guardian angel) here is one rule never to be broken; do not interact with the other. Under no circumstance should an Angel ever interact with a Demon, nor a Demon with an Angel, and that’s all.

🪽 All Things Hidden by anewyorklovely / @coucoujedors

(E, 68k, fallen angel Louis) the Good Omens AU where Louis is a fallen angel who falls for an angel and has to save the world in the meantime.

🪽 beautiful sound beautiful noise by delsicle / @eeveedel

(M, 53k, guardian angel) Louis is a washed-up pop star who has spent nearly a year hiding away from the world. Harry is a guardian angel who is assigned to live with him for the summer. Neither of them quite get what they’re expecting.

🪽 All Out of Love by SunTomato / @sun-tomato

(G, 32k, cupid Harry) While on a mission to match Liam and Zayn, the distraction comes in the shape of Louis Tomlinson – an overworked and underloved man trying way too hard to do everything himself.

🪽 angel x demon (series) by @lunarheslwt

(E, 18k, demon Louis) Louis, a demon, shows Harry, an angel, just how good it can feel to give in to temptation and sin.

🪽 Devil's in the Detail (series) by babyhoneyhslt / @babyhoneyheslt

(G/M, 13k, devil Louis) There's something strange going on in Heaven. Bored Angel Harry can't help but investigate.

🪽 A bit of happiness by hilarry13

(M, 11k, demon Louis) Harry is a new angel, given a task to help a troubled kid, Liam, but a certain little Demon keeps getting in the way.

🪽 it was a sweet heartbeat by hickeylou

(E, 10k, guardian angel) Louis is a neglected child and Harry's the angel he never prayed for.

🪽 I'm Looking Right At The Other Half Of Me by scribblewrite

(T, 4k, cupid) Harry's whole family are cupids; their job is to help people find their true loves and Harry's gotten pretty good at it. He just can't find his own soulmate.

🪽 Cupids & Love by InkedwithLove / @inked-withlove

(G, 4k, cupids) Harry and Louis were trying to help Zayn and Liam get together. They have been doing it for a long time, so it should be easy. Except, it was the first time Harry asked Louis for a kiss. 

🪽 Guardian Angel AU (series) by 4ureyesonly28 / @evilovesyou

(G, 3k, guardian angel) Louis has a passion for the supernatural and tends to drag his friends into his ghost and demon hunting adventures.

🪽 Remember Me (When I'm With You) by liberty_barnes / @liberty-barnes

(T, 1k, memory loss) the one where Louis was cast out and Harry just wants him to be happy

🪽 I am a sinner, you are a saint by orphan_account

(E, 1k, pwp) When the son of satan goes on a spontaneous trip to heaven, he most definitely doesn't expect it to end with him taking a sweet virgin angel to bed.

🪽 turn the lights off, i'm in love by StarryDay13 / @daydreaming-sunflower

(T, 585 words, cupid) Harry's job as a Cupid is to make humans fall in love with each other, but Louis Tomlinson is just too damn pretty to resist.

- Rare Pairs -

🪽 I Know my Heart (And it Will Never Change) by Diaryofanarcissisticgayman

(NR, 24k, Niall/Harry) Harry is a literal Cupid, and Niall doesn't believe in love.

🪽 This Seems So Wrong by orphan_account

(E, 4k, Zayn/Harry) Zayn is the demon prince from Hell, the first son of the Devil, Lucifer, the Dark Star himself. Harry is the angel sent from Heaven, to protect the city of London and his special human.

[psychics4unet]

What Each Tarot Card Reveals About Your Romantic Life! 💖🔮

Hey everyone,

Ever wondered what the tarot cards say about your love life? Whether you’re looking for clarity on a current relationship or hoping to uncover what the future holds, each tarot card has its own message when it comes to romance. Here’s a breakdown of what each card can reveal about your love life. Get ready for some love insights! 💫💕

The Lovers: This card is all about deep connections and meaningful partnerships. It often signifies a strong romantic bond or a choice between lovers. Expect passion and harmony. 💘

The Empress: This card represents abundance, nurturing, and fertility. In love, it suggests a period of growth and emotional fulfillment. It’s a great sign for those looking to expand their family or deepen their relationship. 🌹

The Two of Cups: This card symbolizes partnership, mutual respect, and attraction. It’s a positive sign for new relationships or deepening existing ones, highlighting a strong emotional and romantic connection. 💑

The Four of Wands: This card represents celebration and stability. In love, it indicates a happy relationship milestone, such as an engagement or a significant commitment. 🎉

The Star: This card signifies hope, healing, and inspiration. In the context of love, it suggests that a period of renewal and optimism is on the way, bringing healing to past wounds. ✨

The Sun: This card is all about joy, positivity, and success. In love, it indicates a bright and happy relationship, full of warmth and shared happiness. 🌞

The Ace of Cups: This card represents new beginnings in love, emotional fulfillment, and spiritual connections. It’s a great sign for new romantic opportunities or a fresh start in a current relationship. 💧

The Ten of Cups: This card symbolizes emotional contentment and lasting happiness. It’s a sign of a fulfilling and harmonious relationship, where dreams and goals align beautifully. 🏡

The Hermit: This card suggests introspection and solitude. In love, it may indicate a need for personal reflection or time apart to gain clarity on your feelings and desires. 🌌

The Devil: This card can represent temptation, obsession, or unhealthy patterns. In love, it’s a reminder to address any issues of dependency or control in your relationship. 🔥

The Tower: This card signifies sudden change or upheaval. In a love context, it may suggest a shake-up or revelation that will lead to growth and transformation in your relationship. ⚡

The Hanged Man: This card represents a period of waiting or suspension. In love, it may indicate the need to pause and reflect before making any major decisions about your romantic life. ⏳

The Fool: This card is all about new beginnings and taking risks. In love, it suggests a fresh start or a spontaneous new romantic adventure. It’s a call to embrace the unknown with optimism. 🌟

The Moon: This card symbolizes intuition, illusions, and emotions. In love, it can indicate confusion or the need to trust your instincts to navigate your romantic situation. 🌙

The Magician: This card represents manifestation and potential. In love, it suggests that you have the power to create the romantic relationship you desire through intention and action. ✨

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