#This is my second time making this post because it crashed the first time 😭

[formulafanfics13]

hiii i love your writing so much. i wanted to request a fic where reader is oscar piastri’s little sister and she’s a race engineer for charles at ferrari but doesn’t tell her brother. oscar doesn’t realize and keeps inviting her to races but she says she can’t because of work. then when all the drivers go out (to play paddle or something idk) charles makes a comment that oscar comments on and charles reveals that oscar’s little sister is actually his race engineer, since charles had no idea that reader was hiding it. oscar confronts her and gets upset until they work it out and it’s just like a fluffy brother-sister ending?

i’m sorry this was so confusing it’s been stuck in my head for a while now 😭🙏. tysm!!

My sister's your what? - OP81 (CL16)

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Summary: You’re Oscar Piastri’s younger sister — and Ferrari’s new race engineer. But you didn’t tell him. You didn’t want to ride his name, so you proved yourself first. Everything is fine until Charles casually outs you during a padel match, sending Oscar spiraling. He storms the Ferrari briefing room to confront you, only to realise you didn’t lie — you just wanted to earn your place. What follows is chaotic sibling drama, pit wall banter, and Oscar going from betrayed to proud in under ten seconds. He even leaves you a soft note after.

Warnings: Sibling chaos, workplace secrecy, emotional whiplash, dramatic Oscar, team rivalry, mentions of tire degradation, implied stress vomiting, teasing Charles, supportive older brother vibes, wholesome redemption, comedy.

It wasn’t supposed to be a secret forever. Just… long enough for you to prove yourself. Oscar had always been supportive, of your engineering degree, your obsession with race strategy, your internship at Alpine, but the idea of working in the paddock with him, let alone for another team, especially one as iconic and cutthroat as Ferrari, had always felt like a line you weren’t ready to cross.

You didn’t want to be Oscar Piastri’s little sister who lucked into a job.

You wanted to be the engineer who could win races.

So when Ferrari hired you, when you passed the tests, when you got the email, when your initials showed up on the pit wall next to Charles Leclerc’s, you didn’t tell him.

Not at first. And then… it just got harder to bring up.

You’d smile when he invited you to the races. Say “I’ve got work,” which wasn’t a lie. Say “I’ll be watching,” which was technically true, you’d just be twenty metres away in red with a headset on, screaming sector data into Leclerc’s ear.

Charles knew, of course. Andrea knew. The engineers knew. Fred had laughed when you told him you hadn’t told your brother and simply said, “As long as your comms are clean, I don’t care who you’re related to.”

Charles had even met Oscar once or twice, always with a grin, always friendly. But never close enough to put the dots together. Until the Thursday before the Imola Grand Prix. And one very cursed game of Padel.

It starts off normal enough.

Four drivers. Two courts. Half-assed rules. George, Carlos, Lando, and Charles on one side of the net. Oscar, Yuki, Pierre, and Alex on the other. Everyone sweaty. Everyone too competitive. Everyone slightly buzzed on post-media adrenaline.

Until Charles tosses his water bottle aside and sighs. “Man, I don’t think I’ve ever worked with someone who bullies me as much as my race engineer.”

Oscar perks up immediately. “Yeah?”

Charles nods. “She’s brutal. Every time I fuck up a quali lap she just goes ‘nice one, Charles’ like I crashed a scooter again.”

Lando cackles. “We need to meet her.”

Charles grins. “You have, she’s Piastri’s sister. The little one.”

Oscar freezes. Silence. “…My what.”

Charles blinks. “Your sister. You didn’t know?”

“My little sister works for Ferrari?!”

Everyone turns. Pierre lets out an ooohhh under his breath. Yuki actually ducks like he’s expecting a fight. “She’s my race engineer,” Charles continues, still looking confused. “I just assumed you knew. She has your eyes.”

Oscar looks betrayed. “Are you telling me my baby sister has been in the Ferrari garage this whole time and didn’t say a word?”

George wheezes. “This is better than Drive to Survive.”

You’re sitting in the Ferrari briefing room, eating a protein bar and reviewing tire strategy for FP1 when the door slams open. You don’t even look up. “You’re not allowed in here, Oscar.”

“I knew you were lying about work!”

You blink. Slowly look up. There he is. Oscar Fucking Piastri. McLaren hoodie. Wild eyes. A half-unraveled lanyard around his neck. Fully storming into enemy territory like he’s about to pull you out of the garage by the ear.

“Bonjour, Oscar,” Charles says casually from the corner, sipping an energy drink.

“Don’t you bonjour me!” Oscar snaps. “You’re an accomplice!”

You sigh. “Can we not do this right now?”

“Oh, I think we’re doing this right now,” he says, pulling out the chair beside you and sitting backwards on it like a man ready to lecture a criminal. You groan.

“You lied to me.”

“I didn’t lie.”

“You told me you had work!”

“I did have work.”

“YOU DIDN’T SAY IT WAS AT FERRARI!”

“You never asked where!”

Oscar throws his hands up. “You work for my rival! You stand on the pit wall and tell Charles what to do! You called my tyre deg mid-race! I heard you!”

You try not to smile. “I’m sorry, okay?” you say, finally softening. “I didn’t want to ride your name. I didn’t want people thinking I got here because of you. I wanted to prove myself first.”

Oscar deflates. The anger melts into something softer. His brow furrows. “...You did prove yourself.”

You blink. “What?”

“You think Charles doesn’t listen to you because you’re good?” he says. “You’re brilliant, and we all know it. I’ve been trying to get you into the paddock for years. You didn’t need to hide.”

You stare at him. Something in your chest stings. “…You’re not mad?”

He shrugs. “I mean, I’m definitely telling Mum. And if you ever fuck up a strategy call I will personally start a family group chat just to roast you. But no. I’m not mad.”

You throw a protein bar at his head. He ducks.

That night, you find a little note tucked into your engineering clipboard.

“Sorry for being dramatic. I’m still proud of you. Don’t tell Charles I called you brilliant, he doesn’t need the leverage. Love you. — Oscar”

[returnofeternity]

more misty and butch werewolf?

thinking post-crash/adult misty x butch werewolf reader..... misty who's been noticing a weird looking stray dog wander around the neighborhood, specifically around her house, and it seems so... familiar? she tries to feed it sometimes but it runs away before she can approach it.

it's been years since you've been in touch with the girls, let alone misty, but you've been missing her recently. you've been watching her recently, trying to gather the courage to knock on her door and ask if you can take her out like you planned all those years ago. but you had to get away from jersey for a bit. well, it was more than a bit. it's been what, almost 5 years since you've seen her? talked to her.

you thought it was best. you were scared someone was gonna find out about you being a werewolf and you fled the second you were released from the hospital. you left misty a note and apologized for bailing, and that was it.

thinking about staying in wolf form so misty/the others have no way of finding where you are. you're nowhere to be found when they search you; they only find articles about the crash. it's like you don't exist. and it's frustrating for misty because she's The stalker, and she can't even find an old flame? she's definitely made a burner account on reddit and asked if anyone knew where you were 😭

thinking about breaking into her house while she's out at work because it's just easier that way. you bought some flowers for her, hoping she'll forgive you for breaking in and also ghosting her for years... you don't know what to do while you wait, so you just snoop. you try to talk to caligula, and of course she would get a fucking bird as a pet. but it's kind of making the wolf in you hungry....you cant help it! you snoop some more, and your heart drops when you notice she has a picture of you and her on her nightstand.

you get so nervous when you hear her keys jingle that you transform back into a wolf 😭 the flowers drop down to your paws, and you're nervously shuffling back and forth trying to think of the first words you wanna say to her.

she knows it's you. she couldn't tell all those times you'd watch her through her gate or when she'd see you from the neighbor's yard because you kept your distance, but now that she's up close, she knows. she knows your fur pattern. she knows those eyes.

you sheepishly transform back, but you forget that when you do, you're naked. it's humiliating, and you scramble to pick up the flowers on the ground to cover yourself.

"do you still have my jacket?"

[thedivinemagnet]

I was tagged by @screeensaver to put my on repeat playlist on shuffle and record the first ten songs! Thank you :-)

Moby Dick- Jakey

Gods of the Good Shit- Facing New York

Runs in the Family- Amanda Palmer

Lunatic to Love- Presidents of the USA

Hey Ladies- Beastie Boys

Rich Girl- Hall & Oats

Ball of the Dead Rat- The Teeth

Victorious- Panic! At the Disco

Hello Wonkites- Primus

Alphabet Aerobics- Blackalicious

I’m going to tag @dogwhizzer @moon-jellie @alsophila-grahami @autisticmiqote @ston-rampler :-)

[piastappies]

would you maybe write an smau (oscar x norris or leclerc!reader) where the reader is just super clumsy and everyone makes fun of that?

ᯓᡣ𐭩 SUCH A KLUTZ ! ᡣ𐭩ᯓ

pairing. oscar piastri x leclerc!reader

summary. in which reader can’t walk straight to save her life and formula fans (as well as some of the drivers) find it extremely amusing, while her boyfriend is the greenest flag of all time.

yourusername

liked by oscarpiastri, francisca.cgomes, charles_leclerc and 89 623 others.

yourusername rumour has it that the best couple on grid is enjoying the summer break and the rumors are TRUE! though it is also said that the girl in third slide fell off the scooter and got a concussion so her boyfriend took her phone away for three days — this may or may not be true!

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user1 oscar is so whipped the guy is the first like whenever she posts something 😭😭

user2 i know ehic isnt a thing in monaco unfortunately but my other european girlies please remember to get yourself an ehic card if you travel across europe it can save you a lot of nerves if you injury yourself on vacay 😭😭😭

priniya european girlies always remember to have a valid european health insurance card! <3

oscarpiastri she might say its not true but it is 👎👎 the girl almost gave me a heart attack

landonorris yourusername someone should lock you up because at this rate youre gonna hurt yourself by breathing

yourusername im having a brat summer ☹️

arthur_leclerc dont think its how it works lutin

francisca.cgomes rumour has it that she didn’t take her girlfriend with her to her trip

lilymhe rumour has it that she broke her other girlfriend’s heart

yourusername NOOOO IM SORRY 😭😭😭 LET ME MAKE IT UP WHEN THE BREAK ENDS

marverstappen1 girl how do you even function with that clumsy brain of yours?

yourusername kellypiquet please tell p that max is making fun of me because i got hurt

kellypiquet she’s making you a card rn

maxverstappen1 our house turned into a glitterlandia because of that card

yourusername I LOVE HER SO MUCH

user3 i honestly cant wait for the pyn reunion in zandvoort 🥹🥹🥹

yourusername same shes my true one 👊👊

charles_leclerc oscarpiastri take your aussie hands off my baby sister or ill crash into you in zandvoort 😁

charles_leclerc for legal purpose this may or may not be a joke

yourusername crash into him and i’ll do something worse than have his hands on me and make you watch

francisca.cgomes

liked by pierregasly, alexandrasaintmleux, charles_leclerc and 432 621 others.

francisca.cgomes a girls night gone wrong…

— tagged alexandrasaintmleux, yourusername

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user4 i bet my LIFE that yn had to go to the er 😭😭😭

pierregasly THIS is what you meant by a surprise??????

francisca.cgomes surprise . . . 😦

alexandrasaintmleux it was fun while it lasted . . .

user5 WHY DOES THE COMMENTS SEEM LIKE YN DIED WHERE IS HER COMMENT

user6 yn rn 💀🪦🪦

user7 you are not funny! hope that helps ❤️

charles_leclerc girl where is my sister 😭😭😭😭

yourusername WHY ARE YALL ACTING LIKE I DIED?????

user8 SHES ALIVE YOU GUYS

oscarpiastri kika you were supposed to bring her back in one piece?

francisca.cgomes sorry it was not my fault

francisca.cgomes literally not my fault this time a guy bumped into her shoulder and she fell 😭😭😭

yourusername i sprained my ankle :(

alexandrasaintmleux we still love you 🫶

user9 ngl i would give my leg to be a part of this friendship

user10 same

landonorris petition to keep yourusername locked in a cage

user11 😧😧😧

yourusername you gotta catch me first 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

pierregasly i second this

lilymhe i third

alexandrasaintmleux ily yn but i fourth ☹️

twitter !

user13 WHEN ITS GONNA BE MY TURN???

user14 i need an oscar in my life but idk if i wanna be yn 😭

user15 you r so real for that oomf

user16 ngl i wish i could be oscar to be with yn

user17 god just knew that if she made yn flawless she would be too much for mortals

user18 she ?

user17 god is a woman and her name is pascale leclerc 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

user19 LMAO

lando.jpg

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lando.jpg never accept an invitation from yourusername for a dinner at her house because there’s a 100% chance she’s gonna burn herself while making you food

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oscarpiastri shouldnt have invited YOU

lando.jpg ??? MEAN ???

oscarpiastri dont make fun of my clumsy girlfriend

yourusername when he’s protective ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

yourusername i burnt myself while YOU ALL WERE LAUGHING

user20 oscar was laughing too?😭

arthur_leclerc he was glaring at everyone laughing while looking after yn

user21 oscar is the bestest boyfriend possible i need an oscar in my life

user22 yourusername can you fight?

yourusername i have three older brothers, go figure it out

user22 (｡•́︿•̀｡)

charles_leclerc cant believe they didn’t invite ME and they invited YOU

arthur_leclerc she invited me and enzo LOL

user23 lando.jpg comeback to make fun of oscars gf 😭😭😭

charles_leclerc SHE WAS MY SISTER FIRST

user24 yn is a klutz first human second

oscarpiastri

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oscarpiasti a few things that summer break gave me: a dog (yes, i’m officially a dog dad), relaxing time with my friends n family, a fiancée and lots of headaches due to the clumsiness of my gorgeous fiancée.

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yourusername i love youuuuuu

hattiepiastri THIS IS HOW I FIND OUT???

hattiepiastri yourusername YOURE MARRYING MY BROTHER????

hattiepiastri HOW DID THAT HAPPEN??

yourusername i flipped a coin

georgerussell63 it probably hit you in the face too, no?

user25 IMAGINE THE FAMILY GATHERINGS???

user26 hold on is oscar gonna go there as charles’ son or yn’s throphy husband??

user27 the family dynamics must be crazy??? because wdym his girlfriend’s brother ADOPTED him??

oscarpiasti fiancee’s*

user27 oh hes not playing

user28 this gon be soooo awkward at the family dinner

yourusername BURN THE PAPERS charles_leclerc HES MINE NOW

charles_leclerc HE WAS MINE FIRST

nicolepiastri i’m pretty sure he was mine first 🥰

pascale_leclerc now we have to share children nicolepiastri

landonorris love you guys but you shouldn’t have a wedding because with yns abilities she might turn the party into a funeral

mclaren so glad to have yn in the mclaren family! 🧡

user29 engagement this engagement that we KNEW you would tie the knot sooner or later WHAT IS THE DOGS NAME 🗣️🗣️🗣️

oscarpiastri pepper :)

user30 yn and lorenzo both engaged in 2024?? leclerc siblings are going STRONG

lewishamilton congratulations to you guys 💚💚

sebastianvettel lots of love and patience with that one, oscar :)

user31 not the girls not congratulating oscyn… fake friends?

user32 gtfo they prob knew abt it already and congratulated them IN PERSON and not in instagram photo comments

francocolapinto lost my chance 😞😔😭😭😢

user33 LMAOOO??? bro saw her at ONE (1) race and fell in love

user34 honestly cant blame him

user35 pls never media train him

yourusername pls franco never change 🫶

pierregasly pls dont elope i need that free food

yukitsunoda0511 dude youre a MILLIONAIRE?

pierregasly dude gtfo

yukitsunoda0511 if i were them i would elope just to spite you

oscarpiastri dont give yn any ideas pls

yourusername no eloping for us i need my brothers to walk me down the aisle 😁😁😁

georgerussell63 to make sure you don’t trip over the dress?

yourusername youre officially uninvited 👎

user36 SHE WANTS CHARLES ENZO AND ARTHUR WALKING HER DOWN THE AISLE??? OH IM GONNA KILL MYSELF

[inseobts]

Thank you for all your amazing writing! Your blogs seriously make my day every time. Could you write a Law x reader where the reader falls ill with a rare, incurable disease? I just keep thinking about Law experiencing what Corazon went through back then… 😭 It can have a SE or HE, whatever you feel fits best!"

Terminal

law × reader

part 2

you fall ill with a rare, incurable disease and law refuses to accept it.

a/n: this was so sad T.T btw as I said in my rules post I don’t write about this kind of topic, but given that law’s story is about that I wanted to give it a try

words count: 4.2k

tags: terminal illness, soft, angst, worried law

masterlist || ao3 || ko-fi

“You’re burning up.”

Law’s voice is calm, but you know him well enough to hear the tension beneath it. His hand lingers on your forehead, cool against your feverish skin.

You force a grin, despite the way your body aches “That’s just the effect you have on me.”

His expression doesn’t change. If anything, his brows knit together further, golden eyes dark with something unreadable.

“Don’t joke” he says flatly.

“Come on, it was funny” you mumble, but your voice is hoarse, barely above a whisper.

Law exhales sharply. He presses two fingers against your wrist, checking your pulse. You see the flicker of something in his eyes. Worry.

“Since when?”

“Since when what?”

“Since you started feeling like this.” His voice drops lower, more controlled “Don’t lie.”

You sigh, shifting under the blanket “A few days ago. Maybe a week?”

“A week?” His jaw clenches, and you watch the way his fingers curl into a fist “And you didn’t tell me?”

“You were busy, Law,” you murmur “I didn’t want to bother you.”

His reaction is immediate. His eyes darken, sharp and cutting, and for a second, you swear he’s actually angry. But when he speaks, his voice is barely above a whisper.

“You think I wouldn’t drop everything for you?”

Your breath catches. You can’t look at him. Instead, you force out another weak chuckle “Well, you are a very important pirate, Captain.”

“Stop that.”

“Stop what?”

“Pretending it’s nothing.”

You open your mouth to argue, but before you can, a sudden wave of dizziness crashes over you. The world tilts, your vision swims, and you barely register the way your body sways before Law is already there, steady hands catching you before you can fall.

“Y/N” His grip tightens around you, firm, grounding “I need to run some tests.”

You rest your forehead against his shoulder, too exhausted to protest “…That bad?”

He doesn’t answer immediately. You feel his heartbeat being too fast, too tense.

When he finally speaks, it’s quiet. Almost too quiet.

“I’m going to fix this.”

And for the first time ever since you know him, you don’t believe him.

The beeping of medical equipment fills the silence.

You sit on Law’s examination table, legs dangling as he adjusts the monitor beside you. His brows are furrowed, golden eyes locked onto the screen, and even though he hasn’t said a word in the last five minutes, you can practically hear the gears turning in his head.

The tension in the air is unbearable.

“Are you always this serious when you play doctor, or am I just special?” you tease, tilting your head at him.

Nothing. Not even a smirk.

You sigh dramatically “Come on, Law. You can’t even crack a smile for your beloved patient?”

“You’re not a patient,” he mutters “You’re my partner.”

His words send a little warmth through your chest, but before you can respond, he steps closer and gently presses his fingers against your wrist, feeling for your pulse again.

The warmth fades when you notice the way his hand lingers just a little too long.

“You like holding my hand that much?” you tease, forcing a grin “If you wanted to be romantic, you could’ve just asked.”

This time, his jaw tightens “Your pulse is weak.”

You try to wave him off with your free hand “That’s just because you’re touching me. Makes my heart stops, you know?”

“Y/N...” he warns, voice sharp.

You falter.

His hand moves to your other wrist, then your neck, fingers pressing lightly against your skin. His eyes are unreadable, but his silence is louder than anything he could say.

“…You’re scared” you murmur before you can stop yourself.

Law stiffens, but doesn’t deny it.

The realization makes your stomach twist, but you force another smile “Don’t worry, I’m still cute even when I’m dying.”

That does it. His head snaps up, eyes blazing “Don’t say that.”

The weight of his words hangs between you, heavy, suffocating.

You swallow “Sorry. Just trying to make you laugh.”

“Not funny” he mutters.

You look away, fingers curling against the examination table.

Another long silence. Then, his hands are suddenly on either side of your face, tilting your head up gently so you’re looking at him again. His touch is careful, but his grip is firm, like he’s afraid you’ll slip away if he lets go.

His voice is quieter this time “You’re not dying.”

You stare at him. For a moment, you want to believe him, but the way his hands tremble against your skin tells you otherwise.

After a while, Law stares at the test results, fingers tightening around the paper. His golden eyes flick over the numbers, the medical jargon, the hard, undeniable facts.

It’s terminal.

He’s quiet... too quiet. That’s the first thing that unsettles you. You’re used to his silence, but this is different. This is suffocating.

“So?” You swing your legs lightly from the examination table, forcing a smirk “What’s the verdict, Doc? Am I dying?”

Silence.

The smirk falters “Law?”

His fingers crumple the edge of the paper. His jaw tightens. And then, so softly that you almost don’t hear it, he says “…It’s incurable.”

For a second, you swear time stops.

The words don’t register at first. They don’t make sense. It’s like your brain refuses to process them.

And then you laugh.

It bursts out before you can stop it, light, teasing, just like every other joke you’ve made today “Wow, dramatic. You make it sound like I’m already in my grave.”

He doesn’t laugh. He doesn’t even look at you.

The smile on your lips wavers.

“You’re kidding, right?”

His hands tighten into fists at his sides. He still won’t look at you.

Your heart pounds a little faster “Law. Tell me you’re joking.”

Nothing.

The laugh that slips out this time is shaky “Come on, then this is the part where you tell me there’s some rare treatment, right? Some experimental surgery? You’re Trafalgar freakin’ Law, Surgeon of Death. There’s no way—”

“y/n.”

The way he says your name, quiet, strained, makes the air leave your lungs.

Your fingers curl against the fabric of your shirt. The examination table feels too cold beneath you. The walls feel like they’re closing in.

“No...” you whisper.

Law’s lips press into a thin line. His hands twitch, like he wants to reach for you, but he doesn’t.

“No” you say again, more forcefully this time. You shake your head, heat rising in your chest, crawling up your throat “You’re wrong. There’s... there’s gotta be something. You just haven’t figured it out yet. Right?”

“Y/N—”

“No!” The word cracks as it leaves you “I’m not dying!”

Your vision blurs. Your hands shake. And suddenly, it’s too much.

Your body moves before you can think, you push yourself off the table, right into his chest.

Law catches you instantly, arms wrapping around you, steady, grounding. And just like that, everything shatters.

“I don’t—I don’t want to die” you choke out, gripping his coat like it’s the only thing keeping you here “I want to stay. With you. I want—” Your voice breaks “I want a future. I want us to be happy. I want—”

A sob wracks through you.

“I want a family with you.”

Law stiffens.

The words spill out before you can stop them, you smile at him between your tears “A little version of you, all broody and nerdy and so so cute” You let out a wet laugh, broken and trembling “They’d probably scowl just like you, but they’d love books and have messy hair and—”

Your voice crumbles into sobs.

Law doesn’t say anything. Doesn’t move.

And then his arms tighten around you, crushing, like he’s trying to hold you together, keep you from falling apart.

His voice is hoarse when he finally speaks.

“I’m going to save you.”

You want to believe him.

Only God knowa how much you want to believe him.

But the fear in his voice tells you even he isn’t sure.

The next morning, you wake up to find Law hunched over his desk, surrounded by stacks of medical books and scattered notes.

You sigh “You didn’t sleep, did you?”

“Sleep is a waste of time,” he mutters, scribbling something down “I need to go through every known case—”

“You need to stop already.”

He freezes.

Slowly, he turns to look at you. His dark circles are deeper than usual, his face unreadable, but you know him. You know that behind that impassive expression, he’s desperate.

You force a grin “If I really only have a little time left, do you really wanna waste it buried in books instead of spending it with me?”

Law’s fingers tighten around his pen.

“I’m not giving up” he says, voice low.

“I know,” you say gently “But I don’t want to spend my last time watching you drive yourself insane. If I’m gonna die, I wanna die happy.”

The words sting, but they’re true.

Law exhales sharply, rubbing a hand over his face. He doesn’t respond.

You hop off the bed, stretching dramatically “Anyway, I’ve decided I’m done being sad. It’s exhausting. So I’m back, and better than ever!” You flash him a grin “That means full-time comedy and flirting, just for you, Captain!”

His brow twitches “Y/N...”

You wag a finger at him “Shh, let me have this.” You strike a pose “Behold, Trafalgar D. Law’s hottest, funniest girlfriend! Incurable disease edition!”

Nothing.

You pout “Wow. Tough crowd.”

He pinches the bridge of his nose “Why do I put up with this?”

“Because I’m irresistible,” you say, leaning closer “And because you love me.”

His breath hitches for just a second.

And then, quietly “Yeah.”

You blink. Your cheeks burn “Whoa, that was easier than I thought. If I’d known getting a lovely love confession was that easy, I would’ve faked a terminal disease ages ago.”

“Not funny” he mutters.

You snicker “Okay, okay, this one wasn't the best.”

Law sighs, shaking his head. But when he looks at you, his gaze lingers, like he’s memorizing you. Like he’s terrified you’ll disappear if he looks away.

And suddenly, the atmosphere shifts. Because this is too familiar to him.

The way you laugh, the way you grin like you aren’t dying, like none of this is real... it reminds him of Corazon. Always smiling. Always laughing. Even with blood in his mouth. Even when he knew he was going to die.

A lump forms in Law’s throat.

You notice his change in expression instantly “Hey. What’s wrong?”

His fingers twitch at his sides “Nothing” he lies.

But you see it in his eyes, the fear.

You sigh, stepping closer, reaching for his hands. His fingers are cold. You squeeze them.

“Law,” you say softly “I’m not trying to leave you behind. I just... I don’t want you to only remember me as the person who was sick, who died. I want you to remember me smiling. Happy. With you. Because that's what I am.”

His hands tighten around yours.

He doesn’t say anything. But when you squeeze his hands again, he squeezes back.

You think Law has finally accepted things.

You think he’s finally listening to you, finally spending time with you instead of drowning himself in books and medical theories. And for a while, he does.

He stays close, fingers brushing against yours when you walk, arms wrapping around you when he thinks no one is looking. Some nights, he holds you a little too tight, like he’s afraid you’ll slip away if he lets go.

It makes you happy. It makes you feel alive. But then, he starts again.

The sleepless nights. The books. The notes. The obsessive, frantic research.

You wake up one night to find the bed empty.

Again.

With a sigh, you push yourself up. You grip the blanket, taking slow, even breaths, waiting for your vision to finally settles, you get up and pad toward Law’s office.

You don’t bother knocking.

“Law...”

He doesn’t look up. He’s hunched over his desk, surrounded by open books, pages filled with diagrams of Devil Fruits and medical notes scribbled in his messy handwriting. His coat is discarded on the chair, sleeves rolled up, hands gripping a pen so tightly his knuckles are white.

You frown “What are you doing?”

“Working.” His voice is hoarse.

“Yeah, I can see that, genius. But on what?”

He finally looks at you. There’s something wild in his eyes, desperation, determination, obsession.

You step closer. Your gaze flickers to the notes. And then your heart stops.

“Law,” you whisper, throat dry “Are you... are you trying to find me a Devil Fruit?”

“Not just any Devil Fruit,” he mutters, flipping a page. His fingers move fast, tracing over diagrams “Something similar to the Ope Ope no Mi. Something that could manipulate your body, enhance cellular regeneration, maybe even reprogram the disease out of you.”

Your stomach drops.

“Law.”

“I just need to find the right one.” He keeps going like he hasn’t heard you “There’s research, fragments of old studies, theories. If I can modify a fruit’s properties, or find a compatible—”

“Law!”

He flinches.

You swallow, hands shaking “You can’t just... you can’t force me to eat a Devil Fruit.”

He glares at you, jaw clenched “If it’s the only way to save you, then yes, I can.”

The air crackles between you.

For the first time, you see that he won’t stop. He won’t accept it. Not like you have.

You take a shaky breath “You’re trying to save me the same way Corazon saved you...”

His body tenses.

“You think if I eat a fruit like yours, I’ll survive just like you did.”

Silence.

“I won’t lose you” he whispers.

Your heart clenches.

You step closer, reaching for his face, cupping his cheek. He leans into your touch immediately, like he’s starved for it.

“Law,” you say softly “You can’t fix this, and it's okay.”

He squeezes his eyes shut “There’s always a way.”

You shake your head “Even if there is… do you really want to spend our last moments like this? Chasing something that might not even exist?”

His breath shudders against your palm.

For the first time, he doesn’t have an answer.

Law is different after that night.

He still spends hours in his office, buried in books, chasing after a cure that may not exist. He still barely sleeps, barely eats, his mind running in endless circles of calculations and medical theories.

But now he makes time for you.

It starts small. Sitting next to you on the deck, staring at the ocean in comfortable silence. Letting you lean against him while he reads, his hand absentmindedly brushing over yours.

Then, it becomes more. Stealing moments with you in the kitchen, pretending to help while you cook, though he mostly just watches you with those quiet, golden eyes. Taking you to watch the sunset, fingers grazing against yours but never quite holding on.

And sometimes, when he thinks no one is looking, he smiles.

It reminds you of something he once told you.

“Even now you’re trying to do what Corazon did for you, aren’t you?” you say one night, breaking the silence.

Law tenses beside you.

The two of you are lying on the bed, facing each other. It’s one of the rare nights he actually gets in bed with you instead of falling asleep at his desk. His fingers hover near your wrist, not quite touching, just barely brushing your skin.

He doesn’t answer right away. But you see it in his eyes.

“I’m not like him” he mutters.

You smile, reaching up to tuck a stray strand of hair behind his ear “You’re right. From what you told me, he was goofier. More dramatic.”

His lips twitch “That sounds more like you.”

“Maybe,” you hum “But you’re doing exactly what he did. You’re trying to give me happy memories while working yourself to death behind my back.”

His eyes darken.

You brush a hand against his jaw, feeling the slight stubble there. He looks exhausted, but you know that no matter what you tell him, he won’t stop.

“You can’t save everyone, Law” you whisper.

His grip tightens around the sheets “I can save you.”

You close your eyes, exhaling softly.

“Then at least promise me something” you murmur.

He waits.

“When I go—”

“You’re not—”

“When I go,” you say again, firmer this time, “I want you to keep going. Don’t disappear. Don’t close yourself off.”

Law stares at you, his expression unreadable.

“You think I could just move on?” he finally asks, voice raw.

“I think,” you say, fingers brushing against his, “that you deserve to be happy.”

He doesn’t answer.

But later that night, when he thinks you’re asleep, you feel his hand finally take yours. And for the first time, you wonder who’s more afraid of losing the other, you or him.

For the first time in weeks, Law looks alive.

He bursts into the Polar Tang’s main room, eyes sharp, steps quick, movements filled with purpose. His coat flares behind him as he scans the room, spotting the Heart Pirates scattered around, Shachi and Penguin bickering, Bepo munching on a snack, Ikkaku polishing her tools.

“All of you,” he orders, voice firm, urgent “Meeting. Now.”

The crew blinks at him.

“Whoa, Captain, you good?” Penguin asks, tilting his head “You look—”

“Awake,” Shachi finishes “Which is weird, considering you haven’t slept in days.”

“Meeting. Now.” Law repeats, already turning toward the control room.

Bepo exchanges glances with the others before nodding “Let’s go.”

Within minutes, the crew is gathered. The room is tense, because they can feel it. Something has changed.

Law places both hands on the table, looking at them with determination burning in his golden eyes.

“I’ve found a cure.”

Silence.

Then Penguin nearly chokes “Wait, what?!”

“You...” Shachi’s eyes widen “You’re serious?”

Bepo’s ears twitch “Captain…”

Law nods, rolling out a hand-drawn diagram of an unknown Devil Fruit.

“It’s called the Vita Vita no Mi,” he explains “A Devil Fruit that enhances the body’s ability to regenerate and purge diseases. It was recorded in old medical texts from over a century ago, lost, believed to be a myth. But I found something.”

He flips to another page.

“There were reports of this fruit appearing in a black-market trade just over a decade ago. Tracked to an island in the Grand Line.” His gaze hardens “We’re going there.”

The crew stares.

“You mean—” Ikkaku leans forward “You mean there’s a chance?”

“A damn good one,” Law says “If I can get my hands on this fruit, if I can modify its effects, then Y/N...”

He stops. Swallows.

“Then she survives.”

The weight of his words hits the crew all at once.

Shachi exhales sharply “Tell us what you need, Captain.”

Penguin nods “We’re in.”

Bepo clenches his fist “We’ll get that fruit.”

Law looks at them, the family he’s built, the people who trust him without question.

“Set course,” he orders “We leave now.”

And for the first time since this nightmare started, there’s hope.

The ship cuts through the Grand Line’s turbulent waters, the Polar Tang moving faster than it has in weeks. There’s a sense of urgency now, an undercurrent of hope that the crew has never felt before.

Law is different. His usual calm, stoic nature is there, but there’s a fire behind his eyes, a purpose that drives every action. He barely sleeps, constantly working to map out the island, planning for the worst.

Every night, before he goes to bed, he checks on you. His hands are gentle, his gaze searching, but he says nothing. He only watches you breathe, listens to the soft rise and fall of your chest.

In those moments, you think he’s not sure if you’ll be there when he returns.

But when he talks about the cure, when he speaks of the Vita Vita no Mi, the miracle fruit, you see the fire again. Hope.

And for a while, you let yourself believe.

Days pass. The island is in sight.

Law stands at the bow of the ship, eyes fixed on the shore.

“Keep steady” he commands, his voice cold, calculated.

You’re on the deck, staring at the sky as the island draws nearer. You’ve grown weaker over the past few days. The disease is ravaging your body, and you can feel it. But you smile through it, just like you promised.

Bepo stays by your side, as always. The big polar bear mink is there, standing guard, just as loyal as ever. His presence is a small comfort to you, he’s worried, you can tell, but he never presses.

You want to get up, join the crew, help them find the cure, but Bepo gently guides you back down when you try to stand, his big paw resting on your shoulder.

Bepo says softly “Captain’s got this.”

Law approaches, his figure towering over you, the weight of his gaze unmistakable.

“I’m going with you,” you say, your voice light, teasing “No way I’m letting you get all the glory, Captain.”

He crouches in front of you, his eyes softer than they’ve been in days.

“You’re staying here with Bepo.”

You blink at him “You don’t trust me to keep up with you?”

He smiles, just barely. It’s small, fleeting, but it’s there.

“Stay here, please.” His voice is quiet, almost a plea.

You want to argue, but the look in his eyes stops you.

You smile at him, though the effort is exhausting “I’ll just be here… waiting.”

The crew disembarks, heading into the thick jungle, with Law leading the charge. The air is thick, the path winding and treacherous. It’s as though the island doesn’t want them to succeed. But they don’t stop.

The days blur together as they search, scouring every inch of the land, every forest, every cave. Law is relentless. The fruit is out there. He knows it. He can feel it.

And then a blast of sound cuts through the jungle, a distant rumble that echoes in the air. Law’s eyes widen, his body tensing. Without a word, he sprints while teleporting himself.

The crew follows quickly, but the jungle seems to twist itself around them, the path becoming harder and more dangerous as they go.

Law doesn’t care. He’s focused on one thing now: getting back to you.

You’re lying on the deck, growing weaker by the minute, your breath shallow. You know the end is near.

But Bepo stays with you, his warm presence a steady anchor. He’s the one who brings you water, who keeps you from slipping into a fevered daze. He’s the one who makes sure you’re comfortable, even as your body is slowly shutting down.

“Hang in there,” he says softly, brushing a strand of hair out of your face “Captain will bring the cure back. I know he will.”

You want to reassure him, to tell him not to worry, but the words won’t come.

You reach for his paw weakly, and he holds your hand with surprising tenderness.

Hours pass. The night grows darker, and the crew has yet to return. The air is thick with tension.

Finally, the sound of heavy footsteps reaches the deck.

Law appears, drenched in sweat, his face hard but his eyes alive.

“Y/N…” His voice cracks as he kneels beside you, his hands immediately going to your face, checking for fever, your pulse.

“You found it?” you whisper, barely able to speak.

He nods, not trusting his voice. He opens his pack, pulling out the Vita Vita no Mi, the fruit wrapped carefully in cloth.

But before he can do anything, you stop him with a hand on his wrist.

“Law… don’t…” You cough, a weak laugh escaping you “I don’t know if it’ll work… if it’s too late…”

“No,” he insists, his voice desperate “It will work. I won’t let you—”

“I just wanted to be with you,” you whisper, the words barely audible “I wanted to see you happy… with me.”

Bepo steps back, his heart heavy, but he’s still there, watching over you.

Law hesitates, his eyes locked on yours. The fruit still rests in his hand, but he can’t bring himself to do it—not yet.

“Please,” you whisper, weakly gripping his hand “Just stay… stay with me.”

He looks at you, the flicker of fear in his eyes, fear of losing you, the same fear he’s been running from since Corazon.

“I won’t leave you,” Law says softly “I promised, remember?”

The crew now waits in the background, hearts clenched in their chests. They don’t speak. They don’t breathe.

The night stretches on, heavy with anticipation. But nothing happens.

Law continues to hold the fruit, watching you closely, waiting for a sign, a flicker of hope. But you’ve grown so still. The seconds feel like hours, and when Law finally lifts the fruit to your lips, your eyes flicker open again, meeting his.

You smile, the faintest of smiles.

“I’m sorry for not being stronger…” You pause, each word coming with effort, but you press on “But you have to live, okay? You have to keep going. Don’t waste your life… Please… don’t waste it… for me.”

His eyes widen in shock, and a single tear slips down his cheek.

“I can’t lose you” he whispers, his voice breaking.

But you just smile faintly, your hand weakly squeezing his “Even if this won't work, I need you to know you already saved me… You gave me this life, this love. Now live it, for both of us.”

Your eyes flutter shut once more, and the world holds its breath.

[stxary]

「 ✦ 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 ✦ 」

❤︎ paring : bf!jungkook x fem!reader

❤︎ genre : drabble, pwp, smut, fluff

❤︎ word count : 0.7k

❤︎ warnings : mdni, explicit content, unprotected sex (wrap it up pls) dirty talk, dumbification (?), dom!jk, sub!reader, thigh slapping, finger sucking, praise, overstimulation, multiple orgasms (lmk if i missed anything !!)

❤︎ a/n : sooo this is my first fic that im posting pls be nice 😭 this is lit so nerve racking i feel like this is so bad, so pls leave feedback !! i hope u do enjoy tho ! <3

“baby, you gotta be quiet. you want the neighbors to hear how im fucking you dumb right now?” jungkook murmured into your neck, slowing down his thrusts.

you whined response, and he kissed your neck lovingly. “i know baby.” he cooed into your neck, continuing to rock his hips into you sensually. the slow pace allowed you to feel his cock fully, stretching you out and rubbing against your walls. it had you falling apart under him, and he loved every second of it.

“jungkook.” you whine out, because thats all you could say. he was all you could think about at that moment. you wrap both your arms and legs around him, trying to bring him closer.

his breathing was heavy, hot against your neck as he picked up his pace again. you started to moan loudly again, and jungkook gave your thigh a quick slap. you gasped, and he pulled his face away from your neck to look at you.

“whatd i tell you, love? be quiet.” his voice was firmer now, and his thrusts were a bit more harsh. before you get a chance to respond, he pushes two of his fingers into your mouth, and almost immediately, you close your lips around them, swirling your tongue.

his eyes darkened and a hint of a smirk plays on his lips. his hand on your thigh trails up and grips your hip, squeezing as he continued to fuck you at a steady pace.

you moaned around jungkooks fingers, your own digging into his arms as you tried to ground yourself. you felt the coil in your stomach tightening, a sign that you were getting closer to the edge, along with the clenching of your pussy around his cock.

he pulled his fingers out of your mouth and smeared your spit across your lips before dragging his hand to your other hip, picking up his pace more. “baby, i..” you breathe, your voice urgent. you try to get more out, but all you can do is whine helplessly.

jungkook hums, leaning down to kiss you passionately as he brings you to your orgasm. then before you know it, youre crying out against his lips, your body tensing as it crashes down on you.

the sight of you so lost in pleasure, eyes rolled back and lips parted, those pretty sounds he loved so much coming from them, along with the sounds coming from between your bodies, made jungkook let out a moan of his own, his hips stuttering. fuck, he was so obsessed with you.

“s-shit.. good girl..” he breathes out, but it comes out strained. he was losing himself in you now, fucking into you ruthlessly as he chased his own release. “so pretty when you cum for me. needa let me record you one day, baby.”

you clenched around him at the thought, nails scratching at his arms as you took his rough thrusts. you barely had time to recover from your first orgasm and you already felt one building up again.

and jungkook felt it, he knew it. so he brought his hand down and pressed his fingers into your clit, rubbing it frantically. you moaned out, the overstimulation mixed with pleasure making your body feel like it was on fire.

“cmon, love, one more. one for for me.” he urged you on, and almost as if on command, you came around him again with a cry of his name. and that did it for him, he came right after you. he let out a loud groan as his hips stopped completely, his head falling back in ecstasy.

you mewled softly under him as you both rode out your orgasms. after a few moments, he leans forward and presses his forehead against yours, grazing a kiss over your lips. “did so good for me.” he praises through heavy breaths before pulling out of you, looking at the mess that was made between your legs.

like instinct, he collects it with his fingers and pushes it back into you, grinning at the sound you make and the way your hips jerk at the contact.

he rolls onto his side next to you and wraps his arms around you, pulling you into his chest. “im sorry for keeping you up.” he murmurs.

“no youre not.”

“im not.” he agrees, letting out a small chuckle. you hit him on the chest, but not enough to hurt.

“you can go to sleep now, princess.” he says, taking your hand on his chest and intertwining bis fingers with yours.

“no i cant. because now im wide awake.” you pout.

“well, we could always go for another round.” he suggests, running his hand up your side.

© stxary 2025 . all rights reserved.

[clairewritesfanfics]

Villain Creation System Chapter 5

Pairing/s: Invincible x Reader x Invincible Variants

Author's note: It feels forever since the last time I published a chapter. Anyway, I apologize in advance for any grammar mistakes or missing words or other editing mistakes. I'm posting this at four in the morning and I'm groggy as heck. I'll fix any mistakes when I wake up again in... I dunno, six hours? edit: Geez I really was groggy when I wrote this, look at that many "mistakes" 😭

CHAPTER 4: Just Cut Their Red Thread of Fate   Series Masterlist <<read the synopsis and trigger warnings first>>

The digital sprout on your phone has grown into a digital tree in the past twenty-four minutes and fifty-eight seconds. You watched the timer hit zero–it played two short rings, signaling that it was time for a break.

Amber groaned as she stretched her arms over the table, laying her cheek on the handouts you insisted that she print. “God, finally.“

“Refill?” Your lips pursed towards the empty coffee mug she pushed towards the window.

“Nah, if I drink anymore I won’t be able to sleep later.”

You nodded and picked up your frappe, all pink and sparkly. According to the barista, it was tradition to have a unique beverage for every quarterly exam week. This princess glitter concoction was this week’s special. You planned on trying everything The Mug could offer. It was fun.

“I can’t believe someone actually ordered that thing, does it even taste good?”

You pried off the plastic cover and used your straw to scrape off the remaining whipped cream. “No, it tastes exactly like it looks like.” It was like sipping on a cotton candy. Just pure sugar.

“Then stop slurping it.”

“It would be a waste not to finish it, and besides, the carbs help me think. Makes studying easier.” You were going to regret having this much sugar when you crash out eventually, but that is future you’s problem. 

“You know, I’ve been thinking about this but ever since we first met, I think I’ve only ever seen you take notes on your notebook or typing in your laptop. You’re like a study addict,” she teased. “What’s your secret to getting into the groove?”

You shrugged. “I just like how simple it is.”

“Simple?” She gawked.

“I work hard and I get rewarded.” 

Amber observed you for a moment. You wondered if she thought you were lonely, because if she did then you’d be offended. No one forced you into your bubble, you genuinely enjoyed school. Life was predictable in the world of academics. If you study for a test, you get a high score. There was beauty in its simplicity. Comfort, even.

“You know,” Amber said, “My sorority sisters and I’ve been planning a party for after the exams, you should come.”

“A party?” You’ve been to parties in your past life. The delightful ones were with close friends, but the rest? Mandatory crap. You smiled so much your risorius muscle must’ve hypertrophied in your old body.

[Host, this may be a good reconnaissance opportunity.]

I know that, you hissed back inside your mind. You and Amber weren’t exactly buddies, and despite your repeated interactions, you could never bring yourself to inquire about Eve or Mark. This college party was the window of opportunity you have been waiting for.

With a heavy heart, you grinned at Amber. “Sure, I’d love to go.”

Your phone sent out two short rings. Break’s over.

Amber threw her head back, a disappointed sound left her throat. You smiled for real this time.

***

“22 out of 30.” A deep line formed between Amber’s eyebrows when you finished checking her mock test. 

“That’s… not good,” she whispered.

You put away your red pen. “You got 73% of the questions right, that is a major improvement from your past scores.” Originally, she could barely get past 50%.

However, instead of feeling relief, Amber continued to stare at the red x’s all over.

You knew that look. 

You tried to find the correct words. Amber was a hard worker, and she was a star student in her high school, but college is different. 

You drew awkward circles on the table as you spoke, “Listen, the minimum passing level for the biochemistry exam is 65%, you got this.”

But your statement just made her brows knit closer together.

Before you could say another word, a familiar clean scent wafted into your nose.

“Room for one more?” Mark asked, holding his usual order of black coffee and eggdesal. 

You and Amber regarded him with surprise, followed by mild annoyance.

“You don’t mind, do you?” He added, gesturing around him; the place was packed full of zombified young adults. “You know what exam week does to coffee shops.”

Amber crossed her arms. “Seriously, when did you start hanging around coffee shops?” She glanced at you and briefly explained, “Mark hates dining at cafés.”

“What? You’re joking.” 

“It’s true.”

You turned to Mark, who simply shrugged.

“What can I say?” He smiled at you. “Something about this place is different from the others.”

Amber’s eyes darted between the two of you, the gears in her head rapidly turning. 

She put her hands on the table and stood. “Mark, can I talk to you for a second? Alone?”

“We can just chat here.”

“I–”

Her phone vibrated, interrupting her. She checked the sender. 

“That Kyle?” That was the name of Amber’s boyfriend. “He’s got perfect timing.”

She shot Mark a glare and began packing her things. “This isn’t over,” she warned. 

“Sure, sure.”

Amber sent you an apologetic look. “He’s already a few minutes away, I–”

“It’s fine. We’re already done, anyway.”

She nodded, glared at Mark again, and hurried out of her seat.

You waited for Amber to disappear through the wooden door before looking at Mark, who wasted no time filling the empty chair.

He wore a black long-sleeved top and a pair of ripped jeans. His hair looked darker tonight, it was damp, like he went straight to here after a fresh shower.

You spoke with the system and demanded to know why it didn’t warn you that he was in the area.

The system, who got bored listening to you drone on about the pentose phosphate pathway and decided to read the Kama Sutra (“for research” it claims), had only realized what was happening when Mark Grayson started hitting on you. It could only avert its gaze and whistle in response.

So much for having a nigh-omniscient divine artificial intelligence as an assistant.

Irritated, you turned your attention to the grinning Mark in front of you.

“Why don’t you like eating at cafés?”

“Amber was exaggerating.”

“I see. Well, you can have the whole table. See ya.” It was your turn to start packing.

“Hey, hey, wait, I just got here.”

“So?”

“Ow. At least have dinner first?”

“Mark,” you said, cocking an eyebrow at him, “it’s already twelve in the morning.”

He checked his watch. “Oh.” He looked at you. “Don’t you have, I dunno, notes to digitize or something?”

“No.” You were already on your feet. “Tonight was reserved for tuto–” you caught yourself, “–for studying with Amber. With her gone, all that’s left to do is go home and get some rest.”

His shoulders fell.

Your heart tinged with something akin to guilt. Building a relationship with him is important, but you were expecting a sugar crash any minute now, one that will definitely make you lose affinity points.

However… 

A sad pretty boy was hard to ignore.

The system started eating popcorn. Its older colleagues claimed that popcorn tasted best when witnessing drama. Watching its Host struggle with emotions brought it inexplicable bliss.

It played a melancholic violin and used its holographic ability to project dog ears onto Mark’s head.

[What are you going to do now, Host? Are you planning on turning your back on such a handsome, crying face?]

Clicking your tongue, you sat back down, prompting Mark to look up.

You crossed your arms and asked, “Is the yogurt parfait here any good?”

He tilted his head.

“Yeah,” he replied, confused.

You refused to meet his gaze.

His peach lips then parted into a bright smile. “One parfait coming up.”

[Ding. Affection: 29%. Darkening: 6%.]

The system spat out its popcorn and rolled around laughing with its hypothetical body. 

Mark was not beating the masochist allegations in your mind. 

[Technically, Host, I think it would be more appropriate to call him a submissive.]

Who cares?!

You exhaled.

Hey…

[Yes, Host?]

Does he look sad to you tonight?

[His facial expressions and body language haven’t changed much so to me he is the same as usual. What would make you think otherwise?]

Just a feeling, you thought, watching his back as he leaned closer to the cashier, likely flirting again.

[Is the Host jealous?]

You scoffed.

Why would I be jealous? He flirts with everyone.

[If you say so.]

You could feel the little brat smirking. If it had a physical body you would very much like to chuck it to the nearest garbage can, or maybe an open fire. 

While you were in the middle of conjuring the best way to execute your system, Mark returned with a large yogurt parfait.

“Your midnight snack, madam.”

“Ew.” The hair on your neck stood at the title. “Never call me that again.”  You would rather he call you–

“Whatever you say, princess.”

Tsk.

[Pft.]

Mark swiped several tissue papers from the dispenser on the table and wiped the parfait spoon before handing it over. 

When you reached to take it, your fingers grazed his. It was brief, barely a feather’s touch, but it sent warmth up your arm and to your chest.

[Affection: 30%.]

You decided to focus on eating your parfait.

Mark had a similar idea, preferring to eat his egg sandwich without making a peep.

The silence between you was filled by the faint cacophony of students typing on their laptops and scribbling on their tablets, the clinking of metal and ceramic and glass, and an instrumental rendition of Blues in the Night. 

Barring the circumstances that brought you here, this was nice. If you ever found someone before you had died, would you have spent your free time with him in a coffee place like this one? 

In life, the closest you’ve ever been to romance were books and dating sims, and those things have irreversibly warped your standards.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Mark broke the silence, dipping the rest of the bread in his coffee.

You wanted to snap and tell him that you were too exhausted to think, that he should’ve just taken his order to-go or eat alone like a grownup, but you don’t.

You snuck a glimpse of him. Dark circles haunted his . He seemed paler, too. 

“I was just thinking about what constitutes an ideal date.”

His face brightened. “Are you finally going to let me peek into that brilliant brain of yours?”

“I’m not brilliant.”

“Amber would beg to differ, and so would Professor Harper.”

“Amber?” You understood Professor Harper, but why Amber?

“Yeah, she talks about you a lot, says you’re really smart.”

“You talk about me?”

“Sometimes.”

“With Amber?”

His grin turned wicked. “Jealous?”

You could hear the system restraining its amusement.

You ignored the ticking in your eye and took a big scoop of parfait. “Don’t be ridiculous.”

He reclined on his seat. “Got any questions for me? Besides Amber, I mean.” Great, now he was laughing at you. Excellent.

“I have nothing to say to you.” You had a lot, actually. You wanted to know about his mom, his missing dad, whether or not he has met Eve. You wanted to be done with this mission world. You wanted to be done with all of this.

“Are you sure?”

You paused. “Actually, I do have a question. Did you finish reading that book?”

Brown  widened with surprise, then they twinkled. “‘That book’? Sweetheart, what do you take me for? I finished Professor Harper’s entire reading list.”

Your jaw slacked. “That… is impressive.” Although maybe the reading was to compensate considering how he’s been missing class the past week.

He made a hair flipping motion. “I know. Brains, beauty–is there anything I can’t do?”

“Eat alone in a coffee shop, apparently.”

He chuckled dryly.

[Ding. Affection: 27%. Darkening: 6.3%.]

You inhaled too fast and the slender spoon got sucked inside your throat. Both hands flew over your neck as you squawked out for help. 

[Host!!]

Mark vanished from across the table and was instantly by your side. He bent you forward and struck you between the shoulder blades once, twice–

The spoon shot out of you and bounced three times on the table.

Mark’s voice came out softly, “You okay?” 

Before you could answer, the whole floor applauded. 

Blood rushed to your cheeks and you became hyper-aware of the protective palm on your back. 

You looked up and saw his eyes overflowing with concern.

“Princess?”

You felt like throwing up.

***

Good news: You didn’t throw up. You apologized to the staff and promptly left.

Bad news: Mark followed you out.

“I’m walking you home.” There was no room for negotiation in his tone as he took your bag from you. You reluctantly let him because you had a feeling that any protesting wouldn’t have stopped him from trailing after you.

It’s not like you didn’t appreciate the offer. After all, it doesn’t matter how prestigious a university is, there is always a chance of getting attacked on campus property. But after your little scene, you truly wanted to be alone, as in, may the ground crack open and swallow me whole alone.

But now he was with you, and he hasn’t spoken a word since you two left The Mug. Silence was nothing new between you and Mark, in fact, what you liked about him besides his uncontested physical appearance was the fact that he also enjoyed quiet moments when they were there.

That being said, you weren’t sure whether you preferred this… this soundless noise over his endless teasing. 

When two people get into an argument and one of them leaves to cool off and then gets hit by a car, that’s an accident. The two people are innocent, they shouldn’t feel shame–but the one who didn’t leave the house to cool off is still going to somehow blame themselves.

Logically, you understood that there was nothing wrong with what happened. It was an accident. But reason alone cannot stop emotion.

“Mark,” you said, still looking forward as you walked.

“Yeah?”

Your mouth opened and closed, and opened and closed. You regretted saying his name. It hung in the air and now the silence grew louder. 

You glanced at him from the corner of your eye. His lips were twitching.

Son of a–

You planted your feet on the ground, prompting him to stop walking too. “You’re laughing? You’re actually laughing?”

To his credit, Mark actually tried to keep his poker face for a little longer. His tongue pushed against the inside of his cheek until he couldn’t contain himself.

“Pft–”

[Pfft–]

Two very different beings from two very different planes of existence united together in a chorus of wild belly laughter.

You missed the quiet already.

“It’s not that funny,” you mumbled, feeling hot.

“I’m sorry–I–I’m sorry but it is.”

[He’s right, Host, it was quite the sight. If he didn’t save you in time your death might have been nominated for an award.] 

The system nodded to itself, pleased. It knew its Host had potential! Unintentional death by spoon would have been one for the books.

You waited for Mark to calm down into mere huffing. “Are you done?” 

He wiped a tear and stood up straight. “There’s never a dull moment when you’re around, princess.”

“Wow. Thanks. That almost sounds like a compliment.”

“It is one. I’ll keep giving you compliments until you can tell immediately.”

“That won’t be necessary.” You continued walking. “Let’s go.”

You didn’t have to look to know that his gaze was on you. You had a hunch he was smirking too.

It was annoying how fixated he could get with you, but you tolerated it better now. Dare you say, you even enjoyed the attention, though you would sooner stab your own hand than admit that to him or anybody else.

The system, who realized its Host is not immune to human romantic feelings: (ㅅ´ ˘ `)

Not. A. Word.

[Whatever you say, Host.]

You yearned for the sweet embrace of your bed, so upon reaching your building, you grabbed the straps of your backpack and swiped it away from Mark. “Thanks for walking me.”

“You know, I’d be happier to hear that if you didn’t sound like a robot.”

You narrowed your eyes. “I’ll store that information for future assessment. This robot will not keep you any longer–”

His fingers wrapped around your wrist weakly.

You were about to give him what for when he stated, “I play bass in a band.” 

Oh, yeah. “Indigo Muse, right?” 

His next sentences came in rapid succession. “We got a gig this Saturday, at a club called Wisteria, and I know you hate concerts but I’d really like it if you came and watched us.” 

Brown eyes pleading, his smirk was nowhere to be found. This was unlike the confident man you’ve come to know. 

He was desperate, bordering on pathetic.

It was…heh…cute.

The system froze.

Mark watched your reaction, but your face was unreadable. 

“It’s an open invite, you don’t have to–”

“I’ll go.” You squeezed his hand. “Just email me the details.”

Recovering from surprise, he also recovered his smirk. “Who uses email?”

“It’s easier for us robots to keep track of information with email than text message.”

You let go before he did, fingers sliding past each other, unwilling to part.

“Good night, Mark.”

You turned on your heels. “Don’t forget that email. I’m not going anywhere unless I’m sure about the dress code.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

You didn’t have any energy left to correct him.

[Ding. Affection: 32%. Darkening: 6.3%.]

It wasn’t until you managed to trudge back to your unit and fell on the mattress did the system speak up.

[Host, I would like to apologize.]

For what?

[It would seem my putting dog ears on a sad Mark Grayson has awakened something in you.]

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The Secretary

Chapter One

Serena never imagined she’d be working for the Roman Reigns. When she applied for the position as his personal secretary, she thought it was just another corporate gig within WWE. But being responsible for the schedule, travel plans, and endless media requests of the Undisputed Universal Champion? That was a whole new level of chaos.

At first, Roman barely acknowledged her beyond short nods and clipped sentences. He was intimidating, always focused, and rarely showed anything but professionalism. But over time, something changed.

It started small - Serena learning how he liked his coffee without him ever telling her. Then came the way she organized his calendar so he could spend more time with his family, something he clearly noticed. Eventually, he started talking to her beyond just business - about his cousin’s jokes, his kids’ antics, even the exhaustion of always being The Tribal Chief.

One night, long after most of the office had cleared out, they were still there. Roman sat behind his desk, rubbing his temples, while Serena sorted through the latest batch of emails.

"You don’t have to stay this late," he murmured, watching her from under furrowed brows.

She smirked, not looking up. "If I don’t, you’ll forget half your appointments and double-book yourself again."

He exhaled a low chuckle. "You got me there."

Silence stretched between them, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. The office lights cast a soft glow, making everything feel quieter, more intimate. Serena suddenly felt the weight of his gaze, and when she finally met his eyes, there was something there - something neither of them had acknowledged before.

She knew this was dangerous. He was her boss. The most powerful man in WWE.

Yet, for a brief second, she didn’t care.

Roman stood, slowly walking around the desk, his imposing presence making her heart pound. He stopped just inches away, his fingers grazing the papers in her hands, the warmth of his body radiating toward her.

"Serena…" His voice was lower now, almost hesitant.

She swallowed hard, knowing where this was going. Or at least, where it could go. Her breath caught as his hand reached up; whether to touch her face or just brush away a stray strand of hair, she didn’t know.

It would be so easy to lean in. To close the gap.

But reality crashed down on her like a steel chair.

If she let this happen, everything would change. And she couldn’t afford to lose this job - lose him- over one reckless moment.

So she stepped back, forcing a small smile. "I should go," she whispered.

Romans jaw tightened, but he didn’t stop her. He just nodded once, his expression unreadable.

Serena turned, walking toward the door with steady steps, even as her heart raced. Just before she left, she glanced over her shoulder.

He was still standing there, watching her.

And for the first time, she wondered if she was making the right choice - or the biggest mistake of her life.

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National Showdown!

Summary: Yes, the continuation where we left off with Vil crashing out. But first, let's look through your misery. With these white chocolate forms of singulars trying to be plural with you, the black chocolates arrive just in time to crash the oncoming-ungoing wedding plans from the whitewashed united students. And then, we'll look at our depressed betches that think they've almost lost a huzz. If you're asking me if I recovered this prev. No. I had to start over. I wanna kms 😭 anyway, they're not that bad, they're just

....some of the worst to hang out with..

The entire cast x reader (No, staff is platonic, I refuse to make romance with them. Crowley is my irl father fr‼️‼️) have reminders I finished this past my bedtime tmrw I might not post often, my bad g 🙏

Warning ⚠️:Amazing Grammer, crack fic (apparently bc I'm higher than my holy spirits, and will to live), OOC(?), depression but covered with humor, mc has no gender (bc it's you I'm talking abt), I will ALSO talk to you, RSA guys r kinda normal and not too overwhelming *looks at Wintergreen* SOME of them, Floyd is about to be sent to a psyche ward by Jade (man's going to tweak tf out if his brother keeps this up), mama leech mentioned, the Octavinelle dormitory is going through an episode, Rook is probably reciting sonnets in French of how he feels devastated and shi, Cater started the entire shitshow unintentionally (He said sorry over text btw), Idia planning to send Ortho over RSA and become the average American quiet kid that becomes a school-shooter, Kalim is silently panicking bc he thought you got kidnapped bc of him, Jamil is about to turn 91 for this in a Queen Elizabeth style, Silver went to a dream reality (he disconnected from TWST), Sebek is Sebeking, Ortho almost took your weave, Leona planned out a war against Wintergreen, Ruggie is concerningly fast and a bit hungry for smth idk what 4, Jack regrets going to this school, the first years are not handling it well, second years are unhinged, third years are about to commit a third degree murder, different timelines, the post getting too long might have to make another part for the 4th dorm all the way to 7th... srry.

<- Angel of Rewind🎀 or Angel of Journey🪽

A/n: Mentally note that, "COE" means "Crash-out episode" So, don't expect anyone to be taking this lightly (especially reader that got kidnapped), good luck bc there are annoying princes in the Academy... and my brain and fingers hurt more than using it in social skills help I'm so cooked.

COE1:THE NUKE AT THE ASS-CRACK OF DAWN 💋

At the tower where the reader resides in...

Take me to the king.

Imagine, sitting on your rusty-ass bed, doom-scrolling. Then, after talking with your friends on the phone and laughing with them and whatnot, you wanted to sleep, right? Normally, being the Ramshackle Prefect isn't just being a Prefect like the rest are, no. You're dealing with NRC, sweetie. This ain't Candy Land. So, of course you were tired after everything you had to do through out the day (depressed readers w no motivation I'm srry you did work 😔), flopped on the bed and slept.

..."..ess.."

Huh?

..."...ncess, princess?" Some man was calling out for you? Or for whom? Who tf is this guy talking to?

Then you regretted every single decision the moment you opened your eyes. Where in the heavenly fathers' are you?

And of course, getting back to all of your five senses that are miraculously intact, you knew you weren't hallucinating again, (just like how you delude yourself into marrying fictional characters 💘) it was real. But exhausting, so no your clothes were changed and yes, they were not shabby or ripped or whatever Crowley gave you anyway. No, men did not touch you (phew), but the female nurse (phew, that girl 😍) dressed you in silks because she thought you'd get comfy in it. She was so beautiful. Tall, fair-skinned, majestic, long flowy hair, those gorgeous eyelashes, she's so beautiful to the point where- "Are you alright?" You forgot a guy was there, sorry not sorry.

Some guy was just staring at you with a worried face. "Ah, my apologies - ' you should be. ' - The names prince Evan Wintergreen, but, you can call me Evan! Welcome to Royal Swords Academy!" The boy beamed with a blinding light, like anyone could care about that.

And now, cue to you being dragged into a unwilling tour with a tour guide showing you around a very peaceful jungle, you were met with seven dormheads (and you might have an inkling of what's about to go down in the future)

One was Allen, a bit ditzy but still mature in a way, maybe emotionally? Oh, well. But he greeted you warmly with open arms (<-either metaphorically or literally)

Second was Livre, a shy but reserved individual whose quite timid around you, he's actually one of your biggest fan of you when Cater first revealed you (book1), and he was a story writer, along with his brother, his opposite.

Third was Rielle (Wait...)

Fourth was some guy that heard about you from Kalim, Yasmin. (Idk I had to search up a name 😔)

Fifth was fucking Neige himself ("Hiii! I'm so glad your here!"...yeah)

Sixth was a Hercules wannabe

Seventh was the reincarnation of sleeping beauty (Aurora? Aurei? Idk I'm calling it Aurei)

So, yeah. Timeskip to you being shown around the school with seven tour guides in each cages, growing more unhinged than the last.

And, starting off with Allen. He is ditzy and and emotionally intelligent, you noted. He was welcoming in the dorm when you entered, it was a nice first meeting. There was an actual Tweedle-dee and Tweedle-doo, the blue caterpillar, the white hare(?), and Che'nya... Wait, Che'nya??? "Perrfect!~ yourr here!~" the grinning cat said. Then, spoke in riddles and no I'm not going to write this down bc I suck at them.

Next were the Tweedle-dee and Tweedle-doo, thing is, they remind you of someone, but, at the same time, they were much nicer in their first meeting with you. (Hear that Ace?)

You spoke with the blue caterpillar, maybe by coincidence or you were genuinely interested, the blue thing just smiles at you (yes, he is in a personified form, not in the actual caterpillar one)

You saw the white hare, running. Looking for something, or someone? Well, whoever it is, it must've been Allen, wandering off again. He spotted you, and waved shyly before running off to who fcking knows where.

All of a sudden you were at the tea party, don't ask how, though. That imaginary is up to you to decide. But, actually? You were kinda enjoying it. It was peaceful, no chaos, no trouble, just... enjoying [which tbh, after staying in NRC for so long, for me, it'd get boring and MAYBE might stir up some trouble]. Oh, but no time to relax, you've got plenty of dorms to go.

Next was Livre, a shy boy around you, you're not sure what caused this behavior, but whatever, it was kinda cute. (<- Those at NRC won't enjoy hearing this from you) and actually? Livre is real pretty. His natural brown hair tied to a up-do bun, and has side braids that ties around the bun.

Tbf, Livre was actually a big fan of you, ever since Cater posted the first photo of you (book1), and while he was waiting for his favorite magicammer [<-Cater] to post, got excited, checked his phone, all he saw was a beautiful person standing next to Cater with an awkward smile... that was you..

Lumiere was glowing, like a candlestick. [<-yes if you guessed], he was... uhm, flashy. Idk what to describe him it is literally 10pm and I'm writing this shit down at this hour- but anyway, he was nice to you, showed you around and his bedroom which actually looked cool. To be honest, you'd be jealous from how the chandelier looked like your dream chandelier bc like??? Dream houses>>>

So anyway, you meet Livre's brother Chris. The total opposite of babygirl. So, now your stuck here with the mix of Kalim energy but Sebek volume. So you were dealing with an exhausting combo that will for sure kill Jamil not once, not twice, but every breath this dude takes. He goes on and on about his unique magic and how cool it is and explaining some of the concepts to the point it actually breaks your mind process because, genuinely, you woke up in a outfit way too expensive to your liking, get dragged out by some chopped shyte, get introduced unwillingly to people you don't fucking know, now your here being shown like you're in a museum.

So moving on, to the 3rd dorm that is about to give you a headache (And Azul gets a telepathic migraine knowing that a bubble-headed red bitch is about to breath near you), the prince (whom you forgot the name of because MAN there's too many people here at once) was making some weird ass assumptions about you finally being "free" and how you needn't to "suffer" anymore. But, realistically speaking, yes, you WERE suffering, no your friends did not have a good start with you, no your friends had long stopped their tormenting simply because your precious to them now (doesn't mean they'll stop completely though), yes they all like you because you've done so much for them (and exhaust yourself to the point Jamil knocked you out to sleep), but maybe you did grown some Stockholm syndrome or smth. Cuz, now you're missing the drama, but you don't wanna be included, that is. So, imagine his shock when you said, "Yeah, but I wanna go back to NRC"... and this whitewashed version of Halloween looks at you then says, "You wish to go back to your cell? How come? Did those villains brainwashed you!? You shouldn't go back! You do not belong there at all! What if you get trapped in there once more, no one to save you? You, are a damsel in distress! The thought of making yourself suffer aches my heart!" Evan exclaimed dramatically. Emphasis on the Villains btw. Okay, ik so tired of these types of princes in fics and the reader is either like mad oblivious or just... idk not doing ANYTHING??? So, I'm tired of this "reader doesn't do shit to the prince that "saves" them bc they're too nice" man, if I were there I would've cried and full on crashed out until I was sent back to nrc and cause chaos. No bitch is safe from me. So, you know what you will do? You walk up to him, look at his dumb fucking face, subtly raise your hand, preparing a blow to the face. You know this world ain't gonna see the next sunrise if you were capable of making weaponry.

*SLAP*

The biggest, satisfying, bombastic slap you've ever given to a man. It was amazing, even more when you noticed a few gasping, chuckling, holding in laughter, or even downright cackling at the scene. The entitled moron got what he deserved. Man's just look shocked as if you shown him r34 arts.

"Anyway, let's continue this tour please!" You say in a haste. Cause' man, you want things to end RIGHT NOW. Your going to lose your shit if you keep staying here, the walls are whiter than the average American girl skin. It's like seeing their inside teeth bro.

Okay, next is Rielle. The red head Azul fr didn't like at all.

He was quite bubbly, and so curious of human customs, too. He shows you around, it was quite similar to Octavinelle but no Monstro Lounge or anything like that. Oh, and if your talking about lounging, yeah there's a lounge a chill Cafe I'd think...

There was Flounder, kinda reminds you of that fish from little mermaid, but it's inspired so what to do. So, your being shown by colorful skittles under the sea. (Maybe you'd understand why Azul hates them, and the Tweels ig🫶🫶) so imagine seeing colorful strings of whatever ducking corals those are, Flounder is not so discreetly looking at Rielle and at you (Rielle is making heart-eyes, so is Flounder but he can't rlly express it, not when his friend wants you) Flounder showing you a rlly cool fish you didn't know existed, your starting to kinda like this place instead of hating it, but there's no contracts to sign so what's there to dislike? Idk maybe a kinder version of Jade Leech. Thats scary.

So then in comes the said kind version, Sébastien. Holy, the literal cut-cloth of whoever tf that butler was from One hell of a butler. (I couldn't spell his last name), anyway, red hair, probably a crab or whoever tf that is. He was actually a decent butler (yes also Jade but he shady asf, let's admit it.) He kissed your backhand (the hand you used to slap Evan), guided you to a table and gave you free food and drinks without discount.

...

This, might be nice. You think you should stay for a littleee while... and indulge for a moment before the peace in this school erupts...

Housewarden 【And vice wardens if you think abt it】 meeting[<-take note their dorm members are also having a meeting too]...

Riddle looks red as fuck.

Leona looks disinterested even though his bitch-ass is right here in the meeting unusually on time.

Azul looks like he's about to have another mental breakdown

Kalim goes, "So, you're saying that they weren't assailants? They were just RSA students that took prefect?" Yes, please don't state the obvious.

Vil looked at him, giving the look of "teacher is about have a mental breakdown in front of class and tell their sob story, while the students hold back their laugh" thing. Yes, Kalim. He fucking told you, dumbass.

Oh, but Kalim knew. He's just playing dumb.

Idia still brought his tablet because the tension was way too high for his social standards (if he ever had one), and is probably just quiet... thinking about something. Ortho is analyzing every word his brother says to him. No, Ortho bby don't blow up the school.

Malleus is dead silent, first time invited and he's seeing these fuckers making sound with no words. His vice is in another meeting with other vices, so he gotta handle this himself like it's WWIII.

"How do we get them back?" "Can't we just go in and grab the herbivore? It's as simple as that, no need to worry about plans. We'll make sure it gets through their head." "Now, now, Leona-san. We can't just rush in recklessly, it's like driving a car with no directions of where to." "Can we actually plan something instead of arguing..." "..." "I think I might have a plan, but, I am not sure if the others will participate." "Oh? Pray tell, what do you have in mind, Malleus-san?"

Vice-housewardens and others...

Trey just gulped at the tension, but he's far off from calm.

Ruggie looked.. idk man, this guy looks like he's about to commit cannibalism bro, someone, save NRC rn 🙏🙏🙏.

Jade still smiled, musing because all this is happening for one student that wasn't even a student to begin with. But he's one speed dial away if he hears Floyd crashing something in the distance again. Might have to call momma Georgina Leech for this one.

Jamil looks like he's about to pass away from so much shit happening, someone, give him a break, he's begging, not on his knees, though.

Rook was making some off-handed sonnets ok how much he longed for you and wished you'd return home to the arms of where you once resided, and shit I can't keep up with this guy, but Rook appreciation is allowed so 💘💘💘 very nice Rook. Now sit the fuck down. We are not in a concert.

Lilia was smiling with a very ominous aura, felt like a dad suddenly stopped snoring, and you'd hope for him to sleep and go back to snoring before you get caught. Man, this is wayyy to exciting for him to hunt- play with these pretentious guys.

"Ah, so you need to tell me, the prefect got kidnapped? How so?" "I am not quite fully sure how they snuck into school grounds, but it is highly suspected it could be them. Even if we check, a specific username had already claimed the prefect had arrived there, more specifically, Neige." "So, Neige is... going to send photos of them in RSA, equivalent to how Cater introduces new students in the internet...?" "Somewhere like that, I guess." "...mhm..." "Ruggie, are you perhaps alright?" "...Yep, Totally! Just thinking." "Alright." "Ohhh! How it pains me, To be ripped away from my heart, mon trésor! If only I knew this would've happened, then I would've saved you sooner!-" "Okay, Rook. Sit back down please. We aren't doing a presentation right now..."

Do you know what the other residents feel?

Cater feels terrible, maybe he shouldn't have sent that photo. So, he went over to his contacts and messaged you,

Heyyy, sooo srry for posting that photo yeh? Anywayzz I rlly hope you forgive me !!! I promise I won't do it again without your permission !!

And on a serious note, I'm sorry if you hate me now.

Yeah, Cater might need a little break for a while... maybe he should delete that message... nvm it's seen already. How'd you get on so quick? [<- idk man you just did] this is why he shouldn't be so deeply connected with others if he knows they'll suddenly be ripped away from him.

Ace and Deuce had been trying to sneak in thrice. Not twice, thrice. They were trying to get you back but is blocked by those flashy, shining, walking materials. Eugh. Why must you ALWAYS bring attention wherever you go?? Ace is literally cursing them out, while Deuce is about to pull out the one punch.

Jack literally doesn't know what to do when he sees one of his upperclassmen planning devious shit but he's trying, also checking if your alright since your one day of disappearance. Like, bro it hasn't even been a day and they've already found out you've disappeared right into their local enemy's territory.

Floyd is genuinely crashing out. And inside Monstro Lounge he can't do shit. It's closed anyway due to a meeting Azul is going through, yet they have the audacity to steal Koebi-chan? [Name]? But, he should've expected it: having to choose a mate that has the tendency to attract bizarre trouble is amusing, but the fact it has ANYTHING to do with romance intervention? Fuck no. Those bitches get their own Koebi-chan! That's HIS (or his brother, if sharing) Koebi-chan to take! Momma Leech even agreed to meeting Koebi-chan one day! (And momma Leech will be so happy seeing her future in-law - son's bestie!

The Scarabia students are quiet and confused, like wtf is happening??? The school was bustling yesterday now there's a whole ass switch up, even KALIM had to go to an important meeting they refused to elaborate on. [<-these guys will catch up dw, Scarabia student B]

Epel was just ranting to Sebek on how annoying those bright baby-ficationed school was. That grown-up daycare lookin ass from the other side of the island looks realll bright. He hopes they like extensive brightness that helps them blow their minds away.

Ortho is just listening to his brother talking abt some... "plans" for RSA... I wonder what it is?

Diasomnia ain't looking too good either. If housewarden Draconia is infuriated, then for sure the rest of his students is down right horrifying, but Silver is in the middle of it. Sleeping, content. Disconnected from the inner war that's about to stir up between schools [<-until his dreams notify his reality by giving him nightmares of you getting kidnapped while he falls into the abyss, helpless], Sebek fucking screamed at anyone that does not match the vibe/mood state of his great waka-sama! Please stfu ima kms. But it's okay, it's Sebek 🫶🫶☹️.

The End.

Sorry if it was short lol. But enjoy this lovely picture of Jade escaping the cops whilst admiring the beautiful sunset that illuminates his pathway, so romantic right? It's not like he kidnapped you to meet his parents or anything. Haha! Never. That would be so out of pocket with him...

[cheshitora]

I haven't seen this on your Kazutora tag (yes, I went through it) but what's your take on Kazutora as a boyfriend? I feel like he's a little nervous about it at first but I know he'd be a good one

IVE BEEN PUSHING THIS OFF BUT I SWEAR I SAW YOUR ASK 😭 ive been busy these past few days but here i am. you're absolutely right though. i haven't made a post like this and that surprises me bcuz i love my baby boy sm (not you checking out my tag lol. its mostly just reblogs tbh). and since i'm a bit stumped in my fic rn, i'll go ahead and do this

KAZUTORA AS YOUR BOYFRIEND ┊ ➶ ｡˚ 　　°

where do i even begin to start? (this will be the good tl btw)

╰┈➤ ❝ i will say this - one thing about kazutora that i think is pretty unanimous is his possessiveness over you. not in an overbearing way, but he has to cling onto you almost. given the circumstances in which he grew up in, understand that kazutora is looking for someone to love him. he craves love because he lacks it from his own family. so if he falls, he falls hard, especially if you're good to him. ❞

╰┈➤ ❝ so when he falls, he's going to shower you with affection in any way he can (i don't care what ken wakui says, he'll be such a good boyfriend). it is going to take some time for him to adjust having you as a partner. he's going to have his doubts about your love for him. he's going to wonder if you're serious about him. the last thing he needs/wants is to be manipulated by someone he's pouring his heart out to.❞

╰┈➤ ❝ once the fear and doubts settle over, that's when you'll notice a change in the way he acts (not in a bad way). you start to see the goofy, almost wreckless side of him. you become his main source of happiness. he spends A LOT of time at your place. eventually, he begins leaving some of his clothes there (or maybe you start stealing his hoodies. don't take his printed shirts). ❞

╰┈➤ ❝ one of my favorite things about kazutora being your boyfriend is that he's kind of a loser. let's face it - he is. man has no game so he really wonders how he pulled someone like you. but in the sweetest way possible, he's a loser virgin. he's not a smooth talker nor is he a player in anyway. he wears printed shirts - that's the most loser thing about him. but it doesn't matter because you love your loser boyfriend. don't ever worry about him cheating (he has no hoes and the thought alone makes him gag) ❞

╰┈➤ ❝ he's very handsy. he LOVES to kiss you, anywhere. it also does not take much for him to get turned on, even if the gesture is so small (he's the type to get hard if a waitress calls him "honey". lol im just kidding. or am i?) i don't think he's super prone to pda, but his possessive ass will probably (definitely) kiss you or pull you into his chest if someone looks at you too long. he loves to hold your hand though and if you try to slip your hand away, he'll pull it right back and keep a tight grip on you. ❞

╰┈➤ ❝ going back to his possessive nature, it almost borderlines obsession. no, he doesn't like it if some other person stares at you for too long. yes, you can wear whatever you want because he can fight ( just don't let him fight because he'll try to kill them). if you've been together for a decent amount of time, expect his possessiveness to increase while you're together. ❞

╰┈➤ ❝ he loves to take you out on his bike. he's very careful with you at first, making sure you're comfortable and going at a reasonable speed. but once you've been dating for a while, he has no sense of caution. crazy kids. and he takes you everywhere you wanna go on his bike. the back of his bike is your third favorite seat (the first is his face. second is his lap). ❞

╰┈➤ ❝ he's very attentive to your needs and likes. he pays attention to everything even when you think he's not. can he be clueless sometimes? absolutely. but when you're really passionate about something, he makes a clear mental note in his head so he won't forget and if he does, he almost crashes out. ❞

╰┈➤ ❝ once you start living together, he takes even better care of you (he'd rather you not work though so you don't stress out but you always fight him that you need to pull your half too). but coming home to him after a long day is best sight to see. he likes to give you massage and he'll try to cook for you too. he'll even run you a bath (he just loves you so much). ❞

╰┈➤ ❝ he'll never pressure you into getting married or having kids (partially because his own parents' marriage left him traumatized and wondering if marriage was worth it). but you're also still working out your futures and careers. you'll get married when the time is right, when you're both ready. if it happens, it happens. i will say this too - he loves it if you refer to him as your husband (somewhere in TR, kazutora just got very hard). marriage may not be on the table yet bur oh, just the thought of claiming you as his wife has him whimpering for you. ❞

a note from che : oof. i'm not sure if this was what you wanted or expected (i havent sleep well in three days im abt to pass out) but i hope you like these hcs anyway. i love tora with my whole life. my husband, my man. he's my everything so i'll probably make a pt.2 to this bcuz i have a lot more to say abt him.

[ocea1cperl]

Honey, Honey - GC smau! pt1

George Clarke never even knew Lando Norris had a sister. well. that was until he was called to do karting alongside Quadrant.

George Clarke x norris!oc (ignore how blurry the pictures are xx, also my first post, and smau!) | !! Warnings! Explict language, Mentions of literally just the word sex(?), lmk if i missed any! !! |

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[solanenorris02] ၊|၊|၊ Glamorous - Fergie, Ludacris

Liked by alexandrasaintmleux, lando, riabish, and 287,921 others! NYC on digi📸

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[user] it's unfair how aesthetic she is.

[lando] love to see the support for your brother | [solanenorris02] I know, right? [user] how would you rate the pizza? | [solanenorris02] 9.5/10 | [solanenorris02] bit greesy, made my stomach upset😕 | [lando] oh, you poor thing. | [solanenorris02] hope you crash. Honestly. [user] i love lando and solane's relationship. [user] ew, who are you to Lando? | [user] newgen🙏😭 | [user] sybau newgen | [user] oh who is you?

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[solanenorris02] ၊|၊|၊ When I grow up - The Pussycat Dolls

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That book taught me a lot

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[user] what does the book say? I'm blind | [user] "how to have sex" | liked by author! | [lando] oh!

[lando] you better not be doing any of that stuff that book teaches you. [lando] seriously solane | liked by author! [lando] solane i'm being dead serious you better not do any of that stuff | [solanenorris02] nurse, he's out again! | [solanenorris02] no need to get your panties in a twist, grandpa | [lando] i'm three years older than you?? | [solanenorris02] exactly. | [solanenorris02] there was no need for you to be reacting that heavily at me joking around, grandpa. | [user] CLOCKED. [user] love when solane clocks her own brother. [frienduser] I wanna move here. | liked by author! [user] imagine just casually knowing Bella hadid. | [solanenorris02] once you meet quenlin blackwell, suddenly you know everyone. | [user] how'd you meet quen?? | [solanenorris02] through Madeline Argy | [user] HOW DID YOU MEET MADELINE ARGY??? | [solanenorris02] THE INTERNET?? IDK BRO | [solanenorris02] wait, that's a lie, i do know, i met her at a race one time.

[user] holy glaze🙏😐 | [user] sybau lil bro🙏 | [user] did you just reply to yourself? [user] magui liked!! | [user] that literally does not mean that she and Lando are dating for Gods sake | [solanenorris02] ^^ to second this, my brother is a grown man who can date whoever he pleases, and can make his own decisions just fine! he doesn't need approval from people online!! (this does not mean they are dating! I wouldn't have a clue, he doesn't tell me shit!!)

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[solanenorris02] ၊|၊|၊ New Romantics (Taylor's Version) - Taylor Swift

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NYC kinda romance💌 ──────────────────────── ── VIEW COMMENTS! [user] Queen, please give us your playlist!! | [solanenorris02] I would, but my brother is signed into my account and honestly can't tell the difference between our playlists at first glance | [user] why is Lando signed into your Spotify? | [solanenorris02] because he couldn't be bothered paying for premium when I already had it | [user] lazy mf [lilymhe] please come to a race soon!! | liked by author! | [alexandrasaintmleux] please!! | [francisca,cgomes] please! | [lando] please DON'T come. | [solanenorris02] I'm coming to the next race! | [user] HELP😭

[user] How long is she in NYC for? | [user] she's been there nearly two weeks! | [user] why? | [user] she's doing ads and stuff [frienduser] i don't wanna leaveeee😔| liked by author! | [solanenorris02] neitherrrrr

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[solanenorris02] ၊|၊|၊ Empire State Of Mind - JAY-Z, Alicia Keys

Liked by frienduser, riabish, lando, and 372,076 others! Posted this in the airport😕

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[user] gonna miss the NYC dumps😔 | [solanenorris02] you and me both twin🤞😔 ──────────────────────── [solanenorris02] posted to their story! (!!please ignore how blurry it is!!)

──────────────────────── [user] dabbing on them haters🤞 | [solanenorris02] so real [lando] how are you getting to your flat from the airport? | [solanenorris02] probs a uber, why? | [lando] I'll come pick you up, i'm in london | [solanenorris02] you're asking me to be in a video, aren't you? | [lando] ... | [lando] I hate you | [solanenorris02] love you too xx [frienduser] i miss it alr | [solanenorris02] real asf [frienduser] bro, i've lost you guys | [solanenorris02] YOU WENT TO THE TOILET??? HOW DID YOU LOSE US??? WE'RE IN THE SAME SPOT???

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[solanenorris02] ၊|၊|၊ Little Black Dress - One Direction

Liked by alexandrasaintmleux, lilymhe, frienduser, and 438,921 others!

Little black dress just walked into the room🖤📸

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[lilymhe] gorgeous girl [user] HAVE MY BABIES [user] mami😛😍🥰🍒💋🥰🔥 | [user] oh!

[frienduser] how are you single?? | [solanenorris02] /@lando | [user] HELP

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Liked by lando, frienduser, magui_corceiro, and 457,821 others! I ❤ London

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Liked by quadrant, georgeclarkeey, arthurnfhill, maxfewtrell and 457,821 others!

Can you tell who stole my camera AND phone? ──────────────────────── ── VIEW COMMENTS! [arthurnfhill] totally not me. | [arthurnfhill] also, you were the one who chose which pictures to add to your post | [solanenorris02] I COULDN'T CHOOSE FROM MANY SINCE THEY WERE ALL GEORGE | [georgeclarkeey] you say that like it's a bad thing [georgeclarkeey] i finally got posted by a girl! | [solanenorris02] that's sad. [user] song choice? | [user] what are you trying to seek & destroy? | [solanenorris02] it's a good song...😔🤞 [user] having George Clarke as practically your entire insta dump then posting it to Seek & Destroy is crazy | [arthurnfhill] that's what i'm saying | [solanenorris02] it's literally not even a love song😐 [user] bro's out here defending her song choice but i'm just admiring the loml (George) | [italianbach] real (literally Solane the entire video) | [solanenorris02] FUCK OFFFFF ────────────────────────

[kate-inthedarkness]

hii!! could you please write something about robert hard launching his longtime girlfriend. like she was a bit scared before because she’s never really been on the public eye or anything but turns out his fans love her and they’re going crazy about them. and it’s just like fluff or anything you like, you can add whatever you want. love u, thank!!

I had so much fun writing this I’m giggling hehehe!!!

Enjoy 💋💋

Secret No More - Robert Keating

Summary: I genuinely wrote exactly what the request was so that's technically the summary LOL.

Warnings: None! xxx

You never thought a simple post could make your heart race so fast.

You're curled up on the couch in Rob's flat, his arm slung lazily around your shoulder, fingers tracing soft shapes along your arm as some old film hums quietly in the background.

His phone buzzes, lighting up the room for a second before he turns it screen-down again.

You don't think much of it—he's always getting messages. Band stuff, group chats, someone sending him a dumb meme. It's background noise at this point.

What you do notice is how he keeps glancing over at you. The kind of look that's all warm eyes and slightly parted lips, like he's about to say something but hasn't quite worked up to it.

"What?" you laugh, nudging him gently. "You're staring."

"Yeah," he shrugs, a soft smirk tugging at his lips. "Can't help it."

You roll your eyes, but your cheeks are already heating up.

He sits up slightly, shifting so he can look at you better, his voice a bit more serious now. "I was thinking about posting something."

"Okay...?" you say, eyebrow raised.

"Of us."

You blink. "like... on your Instagram?"

He nods, eyes flickering down for a second. "Only if you're okay with it. Just... I dunno. I want people to know. Want them to see how lucky I am."

Your heart does a full somersault. He's never hidden you—not really. The band have always known, and so have the rest of his friends. And of course his family knows. But this would be different.

This would be thousands of people. The fans. The internet.

The thought makes your stomach twist, but not in a bad way. You're just extremely nervous. Not about him, but about you. About being seen.

Rob must notice the way your face changes, because he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, his thumb brushing your cheek. "Hey. We don't have to. Seriously."

"No," you say, surprising yourself. "I want to. I'm just... a little scared."

"Yeah, I get it. I'll be right here though," he promises, smiling softly. "I always am."

He snaps the photo while you're tangled in his hoodie, half-asleep, your face hidden against his neck. All you can see of yourself is your hand wrapped around his shirt and the slope of your nose.

His caption reads:

"No.1 Mardy Bum 💙"

You try to ignore the notifications that start pouring in. But a few hours later, curiosity wins, and you crack open your phone.

The comments weren't what you expected at all.

"OMGGGGG BOBBY??? SHE'S GORGEOUS" "This is the softest thing I've ever seen, I'm crying 😭" "They look so in love I'm gonna crash out." "I need a Robert in my life istg!"

There are fan edits within minutes. TikToks. Tweets. Someone found your old Spotify playlist from around the time you and Rob first started seeing each other, and is already analysing the "romantic vibes" for clues.

But instead of feeling overwhelmed like you thought you would, you just... smile.

You feel seen. Not as a headline or a rumour, but as someone who loves and is loved in return.

Rob leans over your shoulder, chuckling at one of the comments. "'They look like they smell like vanilla, cigarettes, and love'?" he grins. "I mean, they're not wrong."

You elbow him lightly, but your cheeks hurt from smiling. "This is insane."

He presses a kiss to your temple, then your cheek, then right at the corner of your mouth. "It's just the beginning of all the madness, love."

And in that moment, wrapped in his arms, surrounded by love in every direction—on the screen, in the room, in your heart—you believe him.

[goldfades]

Bestie I thought of crash out couple the entire time during the game last night. Just know my girl would have been yelling about his 45 point game and win!!!! Also would’ve been with the fans chanting to fire nico

OMG YESSSSS anon you are so real for this because literally same 😭😭😭 like the whole time luka was cooking the lakers i was just sitting there thinking “no because crash out queen would’ve been LOSING HER MIND”

CRASH OUT COUPLE DURING MAVS VS LAKERS aka luka drops 45 and reader turns into a one-woman SWAT team

first of all—you already know she cleared her schedule the second luka said "we're playing the lakers" because she lives to beef with certain teams 💀 like she's courtside IN HER JERSEY, not even trying to be neutral, absolutely no chill, her iced out “77” chain swinging as she’s standing up yelling:

"GET HIM A SCREEN THEN!!! WHO GONNA GUARD HIM?! WHO?!"

second—her yelling over the crowd when luka hits his 30th point like:

“Y’ALL BETTER GET THIS MAN A MVP VOTE OR I’M STORMING THE PANEL!!!”

also—the entire fourth quarter, she’s fully standing, arms crossed, pacing like she's coaching the game. mouth moving a mile a minute, yelling at refs, chirping from the sideline, taking her role as luka’s honorary assistant coach very seriously.

and then luka hits that dagger 3 and she doesn't even celebrate right away—she just turns to the court with her hands up like:

“WHAT DID I SAY? WHAT. DID. I. SAY.” “THAT’S MY HUSBAND. I BEEN SAID THAT.”

now the nico chants??? please. she's CHANTING WITH THEM. in full “fan turned management” mode. she's got her phone out recording the crowd like:

“if luka drops 45 and y’all still don’t fix this roster, i will be making calls. i know a few agents. don’t test me.”

post-game she’s standing outside the locker room with a protein shake and a baddie grin like:

“my big boy just served a 45 piece combo with lemon pepper and no help. who else doin it like him?”

and finally—her post on instagram is so unserious, something like:

📸: picture of luka sweating post-game looking fine as hell caption: “45 points and he still mine. thank you God 🥰”

[esmore]

Jealous| Kyoka Yamamoto x fem!reader

Summary: While the leader group was filming a dance video, Kyoka came to visit her gf under the pretense of checking in on her own leader, but when she saw Marlee from Motiv talking and flirting with Rin, she couldn’t hold back her jealousy.

Warnings: angst+fluff

A/N: I had a request, but for some reason I couldn't post it because the tumblr was crashing. I really don't know what's wrong with the app, but I hope you, the person who requested it, is reading this and OH MY GOD I’m really nervous about whether you’ll like this or not, or if I managed to deliver what was requested, but either way I’m happy with how this fic turned out. Also, if you want, I can make an NSFW part two 😉😉 Also, I originally wrote this entire fic in my native language and only translated it into English afterward, so if there are any mistakes, I apologize in advance! 😭🙏🏻🙏🏻 This fic will be published on my Wattpad: yavahyi

PART TWO:

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Kyoka POV – Behind the scenes of the Leader Class video

The venue buzzed with noise. Light bounced off mirrored panels, and somewhere in the distance, a group of leaders moved in sync. The usual chaos. But Kyoka’s gaze was sharp—focused. She hadn’t come to watch or support just anyone.

She was here for one person.

Rin.

Kyoka walked calmly, with her usual poise—back straight, steps deliberate. A cap hid her face, sunglasses shielded her eyes, as if she were just casually dropping by to check on the leaders. A quick hello, a supportive nod, and she’d leave. That’s what she told herself that morning, nervously adjusting her clothes in the mirror.

But the second she turned the corner—everything fell apart.

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Far across the space, by the drink table, stood Rin. Her voice rang out like clinking glasses. Her movements were light, carefree. She was… flirting?

With Marlee.

Rin leaned in, whispered something in her ear—Marlee clutched her chest theatrically, and both burst into laughter. Marlee’s hand lingered on Rin’s shoulder a bit too long to be casual. Rin demonstrated a waacking move—classic, dramatic—mocking someone, probably. They laughed again, like nothing else in the world existed.

Kyoka froze.

The noise around her faded. No dancing, no voices, no music.

“Stay calm.” she told herself, fists tightening under her sleeves.

“You know Rin. She’s just… open. Playful. She charms everyone. It means nothing.”

But Marlee knew exactly what she was doing.

And this? This wasn’t just harmless teasing.

Kyoka took a step forward. Then another. Slow, measured, as if everything was fine. Her eyes, hidden behind her shades, sharp like a blade on glass.

Rin noticed her first. Surprise flickered, then warmth. She smiled brightly and waved.

— “Kyo! You came?!”

Kyoka paused for a heartbeat. Then gave a short nod.

— “Here to support my leader. Why not.”

Her voice was calm, almost sweet. Like a kettle about to boil.

Marlee turned with a slight nod.

— “Kyoka. What a pleasure. Though I think your timing’s a bit off—we were just talking about a collab. WACKD x Motiv, you know.”

Kyoka looked at her, blank and unbothered.

— “Of course. Rin rarely says no—if you’re persuasive enough.”

Marlee smirked. Rin giggled, seemingly unaware of the tension crackling in the air. Or pretending not to notice. And Kyoka kept watching. Marlee. Rin. The hand still resting on her girlfriend’s shoulder.

That’s when the first crack split her composure.

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Rin POV

— “Kyo! You came?!”

My voice slipped out before I could stop it. I felt my face flush. I was just talking to Marlee.

But the second Kyoka removed her sunglasses and looked at me—I felt it in my stomach.

That wasn’t how she usually looked at me with love.

That look? It went through me. As if I were air. Or worse—an inconvenience.

— “Here to support my leader. Why not,” she said. Calm. No smile. No spark.

I barely registered what Marlee was saying—something flirty, no doubt—but everything was buzzing in my ears. Like when the music cuts during a battle. Panic and silence. I didn’t know what to do.

Should I reach out? Laugh it off? Touch her fingers? Or just… apologize?

But then came another voice—confident, direct:

— “Kyoka, can I steal you for a sec?”

I turned. Ibuki. Right before Kyoka could walk away, I took a step toward her.

— “Kyo…”

But she didn’t even look at me.

She turned silently and walked off with Ibuki, like nothing here was worth staying for.

The silence hit like a slap.

Marlee cleared her throat awkwardly, trying to cut the tension:

— “Uhhh… wanna join the others? They’re dancing with Rie now.”

I exhaled too sharply.

I knew what that look meant. That silence. That storm in her walk.

Tonight wouldn’t end quietly.

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Third-person POV – Later that evening

The apartment felt stuffy. Rin had just walked in. Hadn’t even taken off her shoes when she heard it:

— “Seems like you had a fun time with Marlee.”

Kyoka’s voice—sharp, cold, cutting clean through the air. No greeting. No warmth. Just ice and control. Too calm to be normal.

Rin froze.

— “What are you talking about?”

Kyoka turned to her suddenly, like a switch had flipped. Her eyes burned.

— “What am I talking about? Really, Rin? You were laughing with her like you were in love, then looked at me like I was a stranger.”

Rin stepped closer, cautiously.

— “I just didn’t want people to get suspicious. You said it yourself—”

— “Don’t lie.” Kyoka stepped in, fast. — “I saw the way Marlee looked at you. And you didn’t seem to mind it.”

Rin swallowed hard.

— “You know that’s not true.”

— “Do I?” Kyoka’s voice sharpened. — “Then why was I standing there like a fucking idiot while you flirted with someone who clearly wants to fuck with you?”

It hit like a slap. Rin couldn’t respond. Just stared. Felt something inside her crack.

Kyoka stepped even closer.

— “I’m not your part-time girlfriend, Rin. I’m not some plush toy you come back to after you’ve soaked up enough attention from everyone else.”

A pause. Then:

— “Or just say it—are you ashamed of being with me? Scared people will find out and your perfect little image will crumble?”

Rin clenched her jaw.

— “Enough,” she whispered. — “Be mad, be jealous, fine. But don’t you dare say I’m ashamed of you. I’ve carried us through every close call. I’ve risked everything to keep us safe. Don’t you dare turn that into shame. I don’t owe you an apology for being careful.”

Silence.

Both of them stood on the edge.

Then Kyoka looked away. Her voice dropped to a murmur:

— “I just… I saw you laughing with her, and for a second, I thought—what if you’re happier without me?”

Rin stepped in gently. Touched her hand, hesitantly.

— “I can laugh with anyone. But happy? I’m only that with you.”

Kyoka didn’t answer. She pulled Rin into a kiss, arms locking around her waist. The kiss deepened quickly—hot, desperate, charged with everything unsaid. Anger. Fear. Longing.

— “I almost lost my mind seeing you two,” Kyoka breathed.

— “Kyo, you know I’m all yours,” Rin whispered.

And that—

That shattered the last of Kyoka’s restraint.

A/N: I'm sorry again for the language, English is not my native language at all, I wrote all the text in my own language and then translated it. I hope you enjoy this fic.

[un1ver53]

Stream with me? - DUKE DENNIS ONESHOT

Fluff 💗

1400+ words

I don’t think the title really goes with the story but whatevs 😭😭

This is my first ever one shot so pls be nice 😞💗, I would love feedback tho!!

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Scrolling through the never-ending posts on TikTok, your attention span decreases every second, and your mind starts to wander off, wondering what your boyfriend of three years was doing. As if the universe was listening, a notification pops up at the top of your phone, notifying you that Duke on Twitch started to stream. A smile displays on your face and you start to watch his stream.

"Wassup my n***as, how are yall?" (I've never watched any of his streams before, so sorry if it's completely wrong 🥲) Duke says smiling at all the viewers flooding in commenting greetings back to him.

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You continue to watch him for a while watching him laugh along with the viewers and his friends, reacting to random songs and videos. He then reads a comment that one of his fans wrote;

“ ‘Is Y/N joining the stream?’ Y/N ain’t at the crib right now n***gas, she was doing some photoshoots, and bruh they take long as hell, so she probably crashed at her place and is taking a long fat ass nap,” Duke replies smiling mentioning you, showing his 15k grills off.

His fans knew about you ever since Kai accidentally revealed to his stream that you and Duke were dating a few months in the relationship.

Flashback

Duke was in Kai’s room streaming with Kai on his friend's Twitch. They were playing games that their fans had suggested but Duke began to get distracted by his phone pinging with messages from you, asking when he was going to be done so he could go upstairs and cuddle. The fans noticed the taller one was distracted and heard his phone, so they did what fans do best and began to troll and joke around asking him to tell his girl they said hi etc.

Kai was oblivious that the chat was joking and that they didn’t know whether his best friend had a girl or not and asked “Wait they know? When did you tell them you were dating Y/N?”

Duke was shocked that his 5’7 friend just outed him like that and he pushed him lightly shouting “N***A THEY DIDN’T KNOW!”

You, Y/N Y/L/N the highest-paid model, who is known for her struts on the Victoria's Secret Runways. You work with lots of big and bougie brands, such as Gucci, Hermes etc.

You’ve been friends with Kai for a long time now, and he even introduced you to Duke which kindled the relationship you now have with the 6’6 giant, and you could never stop being grateful.

They both began to laugh uncontrollably knowing that Kai was going to get a scolding from you after the stream ended. After a few minutes, they calmed down and remained composure, Duke began to answer a few of the million questions he was being asked.

“ ‘How long have you guys been fuckin?’ Nahhh you n***gas are weird bruh,” he replied laughing.

“ ‘Is it THE Y/N??’ Uhmmm bro I don’t know,” he says laughing but then Kai confirms it, “YES IT THEEE Y/N, he’s the rizzler god but bruh how did n***ga pull THE Y/N!”

Duke laughs loudly and pushes Kai off his chair but also somewhat agrees. He didn’t know how he pulled you, but he is making sure that he keeps you forever as his.

After the stream, Duke makes his way up to his bedroom to find you and Kai is following him. Duke finds you and lets Kai in the room so he can apologise.

“Y/N I’m sorry I accidentally outed you and Duke on the stream today,” Kai says looking down and apologising.

“Don’t worry Kai I was watching the stream when you did it, but you made up for yourself because of the comment you made about how you didn’t know how Duke pulled me,” You say giggling and getting up to hug him before walking up to Duke.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and you both leaned in, connecting your lips. Duke tried to deepen the kiss, but you remembered that Kai was in the room so you separated from him and gave him a peck on the cheek.

“So what should we do baby?” You asked Duke looking up at him.

He smiled at the cute face he was in love with, “We don’t need to do anything but since it’s out then we should probably formally announce that we are dating on our Instagrams, and maybe you can hop on a stream with me?”

I agree and we both do it with Kai’s input, as he outed us so he might as well help us with the rest. After the announcement, fans began to flood the comment sections with both love and hate but you didn’t care, you only needed Duke and he only needed you. After the Instagram posts, you went on a stream with Duke answering fans' questions and they began to love you even more, where sometimes they would just ask for you to come on the stream as he opened the live-up.

Flashback ended

Duke messages you asking if you are up and want to go and stay the night at his. You quickly replied and accepted the offer. You look over at his stream and you can see him smiling to himself from your message which makes you giggle to yourself knowing that he still smiles and gets happy that you stay over at his.

Once you get to the infamous AMP mansion, you unlock the door with the key that Duke gave you, since he and even the rest of the AMP trusts you to have and keep. You go upstairs to his bedroom and knock then open the door to him streaming to millions of his fans. He quickly notices that it’s you and gets up not caring about the stream and hugs you, grabbing your ass as his lips connect to yours making you groan. He begins to deepen the kiss forgetting that his fans all over the world could see his back towards them but know that you both are possibly exchanging saliva. A loud AI voice speaks out from a fan donating 5 dollars and comments speaking out “Damn Duke I didn’t know you did it like dat”

That comment makes you disconnect your lips quickly and laugh. Duke takes your bag and puts it on the bed before he sits on his gaming chair and then lets you sit on his lap. He wraps his hands around your waist holding you tight making sure you are comfortable.

“You wanna stream with me?” He whispers in your ear but you’re sure his fans could still hear his deep voice.

Blushing, your mind wandered off to how he whispered different things in your ear last weekend.

You begin to read off comments and then see his viewer count drastically increase from 1.3 million to 5 million. You gasp showing Duke and he chuckles lowly “Damn mamas I should have you on my stream more since n***gas only come to see you.”

You blush and read off a comment that says ‘When is Y/N going to make her own Twitch?’

“I don’t think I’ll ever start streaming on my own, but I will continue to bombard Duke’s streams now and then,” I reply smiling up at the camera and Duke.

“Mamas I mean if you start a Twitch, it’ll probably go viral overnight I mean look at all the n***gas that came just because you popped in,” Duke says slowly rubbing your thigh as he gives you eye contact. You smile and wrap your arm around the back of his neck so you’re side-hugging him.

You read another comment which says ‘So when is the proposal happening?’

You chuckle and then look at your man, “Yeah baby! When are you putting a rock on my hand?”

He smiled brightly, his grills shining in the light, “Oh mamas just you wait and see,”

You immediately start giggling and blushing, hiding your face in the crook of his tatted neck. He chuckles finding you the cutest and he smiles to himself knowing that his future wife is sitting on his lap right now.

After an hour of streaming together, Duke ends the stream and lifts you taking you to his bed. He lays down next to you, admiring your face which millions all over the world wish they had. He smiles and brings you closer to him, putting his hand on the back of your neck, and passionately kissing your lips deeply. You then disconnect to gather some air and lay on top of him. He starts to play with your soft hair, “Mamas I’m definitely marrying you and giving you all my kids,”

“I would love that,” You smile blushing.

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Hiii its me again 🍄 anon! And i got more ideas for Ravine writing!

Ok so what if like we have a scenario where maybe Ravine gets caught off guard, like someone unexpectedly came up from behind him(I honestly doubt that would actually happen but just for the sake if the post lets just say it happens) and Ravine's first instinct/reaction is to grab whoever's behind him and throw them over his shoulder (WWE style-) then proceeds to almost blow there head off with whatever firearm on him at the time.

If it wasn't for whoever got bodied to snap Ravine out of it there would have been a blood soak floor. When said person gets up they ask him what that was about and as per usual, Ravine says nothing but just stares at them before walking away.

I just think it would be funny seeing people like Ghost and Price get bodied/thrown around like it was nothing. And honestly seeing König get decommissioned in seconds would be hilarious! He's probably so used to being feared by everyone/being build like a fuckin truck that having someone casually just flip him would probably throw him for a loop.

Anyways thanks for listening to my dumb rambling again! Ravine always makes me feel better! This is 🍄 anon and ill see you next time!

Also Ravine could do that to me and i would fuckin thank him-

Watching Young Justice League- (or the crash course bc I can’t find full ep.) and realizing they skipped so much stuff. Maybe I should’ve started with comics instead of a TV series. Anyone have recommendations for someone who’s just getting into DC? (I already have like- a character that turns from a normal boy into a meta-human into the moon- I meAN WHAT- Too much fun with angst. I swear I try to write fluff, I swear I am. XD)

Also Spiderman??? So much angst on top of angst on top of angst- Like "Spider-man: No Way Home- WHAT DO YOU MEAN?? PETER MY CHILD OMG 😭 Fuck that I'm gonna make a character where the magic didn't work on him. Fuck u Marvel for making every Spider-man sad 😭 (Anyone wanna read that? 👀👀)

Hi hi 🍄 Anon����, thank you so much for sharing this because I had so much fun! XD And it's not dumb I love your rambles! Let's just say that it was on a day where Ravine was thinking of the past. Problem solved😌 I hope you enjoy this and see you around 🍄 Anon👋💕 Omg same– WHAT WHO SAID THAT! Also merry christmas everybody! Hope you’re having a wonderful holiday! 💕

He didn’t mean to, he really didn’t. But that didn’t stop his reflexes from working faster than his brain. Ravine should’ve known to stay inside if he was going to be taken over with his thoughts.

Simon Ghost Riley

Ghost had been walking around the base for too long, just trying to find the giant of a man. How is it possible to not know where someone that big was? It’s not like he can hide with his size.

Or can he?

He has a feeling that Ravine can do so much more than he has already shown TF 141, and Ghost was eager to know when that would be.

Ghost blinks when he sees Ravine’s slouched body leaving the weapon room, a box under his arm with mechanical parts sticking out if and his attention stuck to the papers in his other hand.

Of course he would be working on something.

When was he not?

But Ravine was so deeply rooted inside his head, he wasn’t reading the documents or even looking at it correctly when he felt it.

Someone was behind him.

Someone-

Ravine feels his skin crawl, his mind playing tricks on him and-

Ghost feels gravity leaving him as Ravine yanks him over his shoulder. With his vision upside down, a silent gasp leaves his mouth. The air gets knocked out of his lungs as he lays on the cold ground with his hand in Ravine’s tight grip, his eyes swimming.

“Argh! Ravine, it's me!”

CRASH

Ravine drops everything as he falls to his knee, hands now softly brushing over Ghost as he sits up. He groans as he leans back on Ravine’s bent knee. Ravine twitches at the contact before lightly placing his hand on his hurt shoulder.

Ghost tilts his head towards Ravine’s chest, he can almost hear his heart beating out of his ribcage from guilt as he tries to catch his breath from being thrown around.

Despite the situation and the physical ache, Ghost finds Ravine’s reactions hilarious. (Don’t tell anyone that.)

Ravine doesn’t know what to do, doesn’t know where to put his other hand as it lingers around Ghost who’s clenching and unclenching his fist, testing if it’s sprained or not by the firm grip Ravine had it a few seconds ago.

Ravine wants to leave, walk away as if he didn’t just hurt his teammate because of his wild instincts.

"What was that-"

Ghost’s shoulder aches and he blinks at the hand mark slowly forming on his wrist.

“-Bloody hell…”

Ravine tenses.

Ravine lifts Ghost up with ease, a little too much ease to the latter's taste as he hurries through the mess of fallen mechanical parts and loose documents.

He calmly walks through the base, getting Gaz and Soap’s attention as they pass the lounge. Gaz’s eyes widen while the water leaks out from Soap’s gaping mouth onto his shirt.

“What- Was that- Did…???”

“Ravine carrying Ghost? Yep definitely was them.”

Price could only stare as Ravine barges into his office with Ghost looking a little too comfortable in his arms as if he could take a nap right there and then.

The captain pulls his lips into a thin line, slowly slurping from his coffee mug as he squints his eyes at them.

“Let me guess…”

“Yes.”

“Oh boy.”

Ravine looks down at Ghost who’s leaning his head further into his chest, secretly enjoying the situation and then at Price who stares as if it’s a normal Tuesday.

Later they get told by the doctor that Ghost’s shoulder is injured due to being almost pulled out of his sockets and his wrist was now branded with Ravine’s hand for who knows how many days- weeks even.

Ravine couldn’t face Ghost for weeks- months if it wasn’t for Ghost and Price cornering him like they did the day Ghost met Ravine for the first time.

Ghost has a sense of déjà-vu.

(Sometimes brushes his hand over the purple-bluish bruise and compares his hand size with Ravines.)

John Price

It happened while they were still getting to know each other in the early days when Price found him inside that… room.

He knew he had to tread carefully with the burning man. He was like a wounded animal, cornered with nowhere to escape with his fangs bared at anything that breathed too loudly or at all.

But Price believed they had crossed over that line as Ravine didn’t react when he had to sit down in a room full of people or inside the tiny car he had to fit in to go on missions. (Price voiced out how too soon it was to send Ravine anywhere. But orders were orders.)

Ravine didn’t react to anything at all anymore. A perfect weap- soldier as Shepard liked to call him.

And so when they arrived back to base after another successful mission with Ravine making it so much easier with his fast killing and stealth, Price had only wanted to praise him for his good work.

But maybe, just maybe it wasn’t a smart idea to suddenly come up from behind him right after a tense operation-

Since Price found himself on the ground, his body having been flipped into the air like he weighed nothing as he landed with a loud ‘BANG’ echoing off the walls and on the ground.

Laswell gasped in surprise, jumping from her seat as Ravine took a step back as if realizing now what he had just done.

The gun that he had pulled out from his holster was now lowered instantly. Ravine’s body was tense, freezing still in his spot.

Price gets back on his feet, leaning slightly onto Laswell as he groans, trying to downplay the situation for Ravine.

“Shiiiiiit… You sure know how to use that strength of yours., don't you?"

Silence takes over the room before Ravine vanishes from his sight, quickly marching away from them with nothing to say. It makes Price sigh loudly.

Laswell chuckles underneath her breath. “Well that was a sight.”

“Will not happen again, so enjoy it while it lasts.” Price breathes out, hands on his hips as he bends his back forward with pain. “Damn it, I need to see the medic…I think I broke something.”

He ends up with bruised skin on his back, even fractured bones that puts him out of commission.

Price eyes the doctor, “...Well I’ll be damned.”

Price never thought that he would end up getting slammed into the ground like the enemies Ravine sometimes threw over his shoulder. Luckily for him Ravine didn’t use as much force as he did with them as they were directly knocked out of their consciousness...and then shot to death.

‘Now where is…’

It took a few months for him to finally get a real conversation with Ravine.

König

He shouldn’t be feeling like this, he really shouldn’t. But König continues to scream into his head, cheeks flared up with his thoughts stuck from the earlier occurrences.

König leaves the training facility, a towel draped over his shoulders as he makes his way to the showers to relax his muscles from the workout. Soon enough his stomach rumbles and he changes his mind of going back to his room to relax.

Rounding the corner, he sees Ravine staring through the window, his arms crossed over his chest, making his back muscle tense.

Feeling a little confident to try talking to the soldier who was just as tall as him, sticking out like a sore thumb in the team with… shorter people, König approaches the quiet man with a small smile.

“Hey Ravine.”

Surprised that the man didn’t react like he usually would when called, König tilts his head as he reaches a hand out.

“Rav-?”

A startled yelp escapes his lips, the world tilts and he finds himself staring at the swinging lights hanging from the ceiling. His body twitches uncomfortable and aches in pain as confusion swims in his eyes.

With his breath knocked out of him, shock taking over mentally and physically as Ravine slowly releases his steel grip, König tries to choke out something but he could only gasp. 

“…W-Was..?” -…W-What..?

Pain radiates through his left side but as König sees Ravine’s body loom over him, pressure withdrawn from his stomach and arms, and the realization that he had been so easily decommissioned in seconds, has left a new kind of warmth rushing through him.

König slowly rises to his feet, hand shooting up to rub his shoulder. The man stares confused when Ravine is now checking him over with what he guesses is worry, since there isn’t much to find out with his face covered and the silence in his throat.

“I-I’m fine, you just took me by surprise.”

Ravine brushes his fingers over the bruise forming on König’s wrist and König doesn’t know why he suddenly felt he should leave.

“Don’t worry, it’s fine. I er- I’m going to eat now. Yeah…now.”

However, with his food sitting in front of him, fork in hand, König stares silently in front of him, confusing his teammates in the dining hall and creeping others with his unblinking eyes. And just as quietly as he came he robotically goes back to his room.

That’s when he flops down on his bed, face pushed into his pillow, his face reddening when the situation with Ravine finally hits him.

Ravine had swung him over his shoulder like nothing and had pressed his knee down on his stomach, keeping him in place with his arms over his head with a grip that left handprints on him that were bruising.

König was used to being feared and manhandling others- others as in targets to eliminate- but being tossed around like a toy by someone else is-

‘AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH-’

Both were evading the other’s presence without the other’s knowledge until they were put back together for a mission.

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I hope you enjoyed this! If anyone has any other imagine, scenarios, headcanon, etc. Feel free to send it to me, I love reading what you guys have in mind ❤️