#and the cut to post opener to gates (hey daddy) just going about business BECAUSE ITS A BUSINESS remains my favorite cool opener/tone shift

[lupismaris]

rewatched the opening of the black sails pilot just to feel something there is lightning in my cardiovascular system fuck

[steebharringt0n]

snapshots of our lives | b.h x you

Sent away for a work conference, Billy finds himself snowed in at JFK Airport. Itching to be back home for Ava’s first Christmas he meets a mysterious stranger at the bar who might be just be able to solve his Christmas dilemma.

a/n: IT’S OFFICIALLY THE HOLIDAY SEASON AND I CANNOT CONTAIN MYSELF. this story gave me cavities, I’m not even joking, this is by far the fluffiest thing I’ve EVER written. (part 2 of shadows of the night will be posted later today ayy two stories in one day!)

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You pressed your head against the kitchen wall, twisting the phone cord around your finger. In the background you could hear Christmas music playing, Adam trying his best to help Ava decorate her Christmas cookies but she was more enthralled by all the colorful icing and sprinkles around her.

“No Ava, the sprinkles are for his hat!” you heard him pout. You could only imagine the only helping she was doing was shoving the sprinkles in her mouth.

You twisted your head around, frowning at your oldest child. “Adam, she’s only 8 months old, I don’t think you’re going to get too far with her”

You turned your head back around, trying to keep the conversation quiet.

“No luck huh?”

The other voice on the line sighed heavily, you could only imagine him rubbing his temples in frustration, “I’m sorry baby, I really am, I’m trying everything. This goddamn snowstorm came out of nowhere”

You glanced back at your children, both of them blissfully unaware that their father may not make it home in time for Christmas. You shakily exhaled, trying hard not to cry - you knew it would make it harder on him if you did.

Billy had been sent away to New York for a week for a work conference. He was due to be back on the 24th but New York got pounded by freak snow storm that stopped all flights back to California. So there he was, waiting around at JFK Airport, trying to kill time. His flight was already cancelled and he refused to pay for a hotel. He had some semblance of hope that maybe it would stop snowing and that he’d be able to see his kids and wife, but all of that went out the door when they predicted another foot of snow.

Worst of all, it was Ava’s first Christmas and he hated that he was going to miss her little [Y/E/C] eyes light up at all the toys Santa had bought her. He had already missed Adam’s Christmas recital, which fortunately for him you were able to catch it all on tape. But it still didn’t change the fact that he was thousands miles away from his family.

“I know Billy, it’s okay. I’ll tape everything - “

“It’s not the same Y/N ... I just want to be home, god, fuck this” he angrily muttered. He kicked the bottom pole of the payphone, his hands tightly gripping the phone in his hand.

“I know, I know. We just have to stay positive for the kids, for us. You’ll get home when you’ll get home okay?”

He let out another deep sigh. He felt so useless. “Yeah, I know, you’re right.” he paused, closing his eyes, trying his best to not let his anger get the best of him.

“I love you” 

His body instantly relaxed at the sound of those three words. If there was anyone that could get him to calm down, it was you.

“I love you too”

A loud commotion and Ava’s ear-shattering wail suddenly broke your thoughts away from Billy. You looked behind you and saw sprinkles scattered everywhere,

“Ava noo!” Adam whined, hoping off the chair and picking up the now half empty sprinkles container.

“Is that our children causing havoc?” Billy questioned, a slight smile on his face.

“Ah yes, your daughter has a knack for knocking things over - Adam, no, Adam, leave it there, I’ll clean it up - leave your sister in her high chair - no, don’t touch it! Ah, okay, Billy hold on just a sec - “

You placed the phone on the kitchen counter, quickly walking over to the dining room table where Ava had her little hands thrown in the air, her mouth open as she let out piercing screams. Adam took the opportunity to run over to the kitchen, grabbing the phone and pressing it to his ear.

“Dad! When’re coming home?” he excitedly questioned, “I made a drawing at school for Santa. You, momma and Ava are in it, Mrs. Lori said it was the best picture she’d ever seen!” he happily babbled onto the phone.

His mouth spread into a grin as he heard his son’s voice, nothing in the world made him happier than his children. 

“I sent the drawing to Santa in the North Pole, I told him that you went away for work and that you’d be coming back soon, right daddy? You’re coming home soon right?”

Billy’s smile dropped, he shuffled his feet nervously, uncertain on how he was going to tell his son that he probably wasn’t going to make it in time for Christmas. “Hey bud, I bet Santa’s going to love your picture, and I uh, I’m working on make it home okay? I’m going to try my very, very, very best to be home soon okay? You be good for momma, don’t forget to brush your teeth tonight”

“I promise I’ll be good for momma. Ava spilled all the Christmas sprinkles, we’re making cookies for Santa. We’re also making your favorite, the ones with the peanut butter” Adam said.

Billy swallowed thickly, trying hard not to let tears build up, “I can’t wait to try them buddy. Is your momma still busy?”

Adam looked behind him - in the last minute you had managed to clean up the mess and soothe Ava who was now happily resting on your lap, a teething ring in her mouth.

“No I don’t think so - “ Adam paused, “Momma! Are you busy?”

You let out a laugh as you walked back into the kitchen, “Say goodnight to your father, you’ll see him soon okay?”

Adam pressed the phone back onto his ear, “I love you daddy, I’ll see you soon”

Billy’s heart lurched, he had never hated snow more than this moment. “I love you too Adam. I’ll see you soon”

Adam then promptly handed the phone back to you, walking back to the dining room table to finish up his Christmas cookies. You carefully balanced the phone on your ear as one of Ava’s hand tugged on your hair.

“Hey, I’m sorry to cut this short, I gotta get them to bed soon” you wistfully told him.

Billy nodded over the other line, he twisted his other wrist to check the time. There was a three hour difference, it was almost 12 AM in New York, but almost 9 PM in California. You had let Adam stay up an hour earlier than usual since tomorrow was Christmas day, but you warned him that if he stayed up past 9 that Santa wouldn’t come because Santa only visits kids who are asleep.

“No, no I understand, I’ll uh, keep you updated if anything changes”

“Okay, I love you Billy”

“Love you too Y/N”

Billy slammed the phone back into the receiver, hanging his head low. He brushed a hand through his hair, walking back towards the gate where his plane was originally supposed to leave. He stared out at the large windows where a blanket of snow covered the runway. He then glanced up the TV monitor right above him, the word CANCELLED flashed brightly in red - as if it were mocking him.

He shook his head, making his way towards the bar that was still luckily open this late. He took a seat on one of the stools, raising his hand to get the attention of the bartender who was cleaning shot glasses. He then asked for some whisky, on the rocks. Alcohol always had a way to help soothe his emotional wounds, and right now he was hurting - bad.

“Alone on Christmas Eve? That doesn’t seem right” said a voice right next to him.

Billy glanced over, a large man with white hair and a white beard sat a couple of stools down. He too had a beer in his hand.

Billy shrugged, swirling around the drink, “My flight got cancelled. My family is in California, it’s my daughter’s first Christmas and I’m going to miss it” his voice was undeniably sad as he took a sip.

The large man nodded at him, “I understand. It’s hard to be away from your family during the holiday season”

Billy let out a dry laugh, “I hate being away from them at all. I uh, never really had the best Christmas’s growing up, but my wife, she’s absolutely amazing, she makes all these Christmas decorations, and my kids, oh man ... “ Billy paused, trying to keep his emotions at bay, his thumb twists his wedding band, “It just sucks you know?”

The man raises his hands, “No, no I totally get it” he then decides to scoot down towards Billy, taking the stool right next to him.

“Name’s Kris by the way” he extends his hand.

Billy glances up at him, he looks oddly familiar, but he takes his hand anyway and gives it a shake, “Billy, or Bill, whatever floats your boat”

“So uh, Billy, tell me more about your family. I’m sure it helps talking about them” Kris said.

Billy takes a large gulp of the whisky before he continues to talk, “I met my wife in high school, she was a quiet little thing. I was a little punk, don’t know how she put up with me, but I’ll forever love her for doing so” he smiles as memories of the two of you back in Hawkins flood his head.

“We had my son about 5 years ago, Adam’s his name, he’s a little clone of me, he’s so incredibly smart and so kind, and Ava is my little one, just 8 months old. She looks everything like my wife, she has the cutest toothless smile that just brightens up anyone’s day” Billy is grinning at this point, his hand continues to swirl the alcohol in the glass. 

“I had a really bad childhood growing up ... I had given up on people, I wasn’t a very nice person. But my wife gave me this amazing family, something I never thought I was able to have. She changed my life, my family changed my life” there’s a pregnant pause, “I’d give anything to be with them right now”

He downs the rest of the whisky, trying hard to not let his emotions overtake him. He then turns to Kris, who was just smiling and nodding at him the whole time. Billy gives him a thin smile, “What about you? Do you have a family?”

Kris takes a sip of his beer, shaking his head, “Ah, my family is far away as well, but I’ll see them by the end of tonight. I’m just taking a pit stop”

Billy frowns, “A pit stop? Where you heading to?”

“Ah, so many places”

Billy lets out a snort, “Good luck, you’ll need a Christmas miracle to get out of here”

Kris gives Billy a sly smile, he then signals over to the large window that looked towards the airport runway. “Huh, looks like it stopped snowing ... “

Billy glances behind him and his eyes widen, he places his empty glass down and runs over to the window. There were already workers outside cleaning up the runway. A sudden loud voice comes through the speaker, 

“Flight 342 to San Diego International Airport is now on a 3 hour delay. Looks like the snow has stopped for the rest of the night. Please allow our workers to clean the runway. Thank you for your patience”

A wide grin takes over Billy, his heart leaps with joy. He heads back to the bar to pay for his drink and to continue talking to Kris - but he’s nowhere to be found. 

Instead he sees a picture sitting on his stool. With shaking fingers he picks it up. It’s a stick drawing of a family, a man with blonde hair, a woman with [Y/H/C] hair, a little boy and a little baby. His name, your name and Adam and Ava are written right above the stick figures. He flips the picture over, the name Adam Hargrove is written at the top. His eyes prick with tears as he reads the messily written letter, 

Dear Santa, 

Please bring my daddy home for Christmas. I miss him very much. I have been a good boy, I eat all my vegetables and brush my teeth every night.

Love Adam Hargrove

A sob escapes Billy’s lips as tears hit the picture. He looks around for Kris, but he’s nowhere to be found. His mind can’t wrap around the fact at what just happened, hell, it doesn’t make a lick of sense to him. He wipes his tears, taking a deep breath to recompose himself. He calls over the bartender,

“Hey! Did you happen to see a large man with white beard and white hair sitting here?”

The bartender shrugs, “No sir, it’s just been you this whole time”

Billy shakes his head, “There’s no way ... it can’t be ... “ he mutters to himself. He glances back down at Adam’s drawing, folding it up neatly and placing it in his coat pocket. He pulls out his wallet and puts down a 10 dollar bill. He tells the bartender to keep the change.

He walks over back to his gate, taking a seat. His mind still can’t believe what has just happened, and he still can’t believe that he’s actually heading home. He decides not to call you and tell you the good news, he wants to surprise the 3 of you.

As soon as he lands back down in San Diego, he hails down the first cab he sees. 

It’s almost 8 AM when he finally arrives home. He promptly grabs his luggage from the trunk of the cab and walks up to his porch. He’s so excited he almost can’t contain himself. Grabbing the keys from his pocket, he unlocks his front door, opening it ever so carefully so that he can creep inside.

Instantly he’s hit with the smell of the peanut butter cookies Adam promised him. Christmas music is quietly playing in the background, he walks towards the living room where the tree is. He can hear chattering voices as he gets closer. He pokes his head in, a hundred watt smile on his face.

You and Adam have your back towards him, rummaging around through the presents under the tree. But Ava, all dressed up in her Christmas onesie, immediately notices her father. She babbles happily, clapping her hands as she reaches towards him,

“Da ... da!” she exclaims, her eyes wide and bright.

You turn your attention towards her, still not noticing Billy’s presence, “Ava, did you just say Dada?”

She reaches up for him again, and this time you finally look behind you and you let out a loud gasp.

“Oh my god! Billy!”

You jump up from the floor, throwing yourself into his arms. He welcomes your embrace, holding you tightly. You plant kisses all over his face as Adam leaps for joy, running towards his father and hugging his leg.

“Dad! Dad! You’re home!”

Billy has one arm tightly holding you, while the other is placed behind Adam’s head. You pull away from him, staring at him incredulously. Your mind still can’t process the fact that he actually made it in time for Christmas.

“I - I heard it was supposed to snow like crazy! What happened?!”

Billy shrugs, “I don’t know! It just stopped snowing! The craziest thing happened, you’ll never believe it” 

You and Adam watch as Billy pulls out a piece of paper from his coat, he unravels it and holds it out towards the both of you. Your eyes widen, then your jaw proceeds to drop.

“Hey! That’s my drawing!” Adam exclaims.

Billy crouches down to Adam’s height, “I know bud, I think Santa gave it to me”

Adam’s blue eyes become wide, a small gasp escapes his mouth, “You met Santa?” he whispers like it’s a secret.

“I did, he helped me get home” 

You pick up Ava who had been fussing the whole time to be picked up by her father. You hand her over to Billy, who then proceeds to give him sloppy kisses all over his face. She babbles excitedly at him, her little hands resting on his cheek.

Tears prick at your eyes, your heart swells at the sight of your husband and children. The rest of the day is spent opening presents, eating Christmas cookies and watching Christmas movies. Billy later explained to you about the mysterious man he met at the airport bar, still to this day you can’t believe how he was able to make it back home.

The both of you chalked it up as a Christmas miracle, and Christmas season at the Hargrove household became that more special to the four of you.

[sebseyesandbuckysthighs]

Three Soldiers and a Baby | Part Fourteen

summary: Three handsome bachelors find their day to day operations disrupted when an unexpected new roommate (who comes complete with a diaper and a pacifier) shows up at their doorstep. How will they deal with this new and baffling responsibility without losing their minds or killing each other in the process?

pairings: Bucky x Reader featuring Steve Rogers & Sam Wilson

warnings: none

a/n: Here it is, darlings! My beloved little series has finally come to an end! There’s still the epilogue, which I will post this Thursday because ain’t nobody wanna wait a week for the conclusion amirite?! Thank you all so much for reading along and leaving me some love and feedback on the series. You have no idea how much I appreciate each and every one of your comments, they always make my day. Love y’all!

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After talking to Tony and practically ripping Nick Fury a new one, the three men were in a car and speeding off to the airport. Tony said he would do what he could, but stopping a commercial airline from taking off wasn’t exactly something that could be done without raising alarm amongst the passengers. Bucky was sure that he was ready to shoot the former S.H.I.E.L.D. Director between the eyes for spying on his relationship with you, and worse, for practically scaring you to death and taking away his baby. When Fury mentioned national security and just trying to protect the Avengers or some other bullshit, not even Steve was willing to listen anymore. He assured them that the girl was always perfectly safe and it was just her paranoia that had caused her to make up all this drama. Bucky punched the computer monitor and effectively cut off the video call.

Now they were on a race against time, trying desperately to catch up to you before this whole misunderstanding went any further. They raced through the terminals, practically flying through the crowds of people who were diving out of the way of what they assumed to be Avengers business. They knew where they were headed, but they just couldn’t make it there in time. It was too late. When they reached the right gate they were just in time to see it taxiing down the runway and off into the air. Dejected and broken hearted, the adrenaline slowly died down as they all stood there motionless. Watching you fly away and out of their lives.

It was late in the evening by the time they got back. On the ride home, it was Sam who tried his best to keep their spirits up. “Hey man, look at it this way. We know where they’re going and what the situation was all about now. We could get them back!”

Steve saw the reason in Sam’s words and tried his best to share the enthusiasm, but he was still feeling pretty beaten down. Losing Ellie was one thing, but seeing the way it was tearing apart his best friend was just making it so much harder.

Bucky could hear the words and thought that maybe some of them made sense, but nothing could lift the darkness he felt consuming him as they entered the elevator up to their apartment. He figured he had failed to protect you, to make you feel safe. Maybe it would be right to leave you alone as much as it hurt him to admit so. He decided he would give you some time, but still let you know that the situation had been handled. Perhaps then you would see reason on your own and come back to him. For now, he just wanted to crawl into bed and not get up until the pain in his chest wasn't knife sharp.

As the elevator doors opened, the three men walked out with their heads hanging, but raised them the second they saw who was standing by their front door. You and Ellie were sitting on the floor, waiting for them to come home. Standing up slowly, you shifted Ellie from one hip to the other while she gripped onto her favorite Bucky Bear and slept peacefully in your arms. 

“I don’t know what I was thinking.” You had been crying, but now you were determined to show them how wrong you had been. “I couldn’t make the same mistake again. Taking her away from you, from all of you, I would have regretted it for the rest of my life. With everything happening and so much changing over the past year I’ve felt like I’ve been losing my mind and I just panicked.” You were babbling on at this point and Bucky had heard every word, but all he cared about in this moment was marching forward and wrapping you and your baby in his arms again. This time he really wasn’t going to let go.

“Okay Barnes, you can let her go now. It’s my turn!” Sam whined as Bucky swung Ellie up in his arms and laughed along with her. After Bucky let you go in that cab, you were sure you would never see him again once you got on that plane. Then you looked down at Ellie and saw the way she looked back at him, clutching her Bucky Bear almost as if she could pick up on something being wrong. She didn’t smile or laugh like she usually did and you knew it was because she missed her father. Even a baby as young as her, she was capable of feeling the sadness of being torn apart from her family. You would have never forgiven yourself if you got on that plane, but by the time you realized all this you were already at the airport. If only you had known that while you were struggling to keep it together, trying to hail down another cab, the man you had walked away from again was already on his way to you. 

During that ride back to the apartment, Ellie began to fuss and cry, enough that the only thing you could think of to calm her down were the videos you played for her all the time. They were of you and Bucky while you were together. It tore you apart not to be with him, but you were gonna make damn sure that your baby would know who her father was. The videos were random and nonsensical, some were of Bucky serenading you, others were just of the two of you being together, laughing and talking. So throughout your pregnancy and those early months with Ellie, you would play them for her hoping that one day she would be able to recognize her daddy’s voice in the real world. You knew you would always regret that Bucky wasn’t there for her birth, that’s why you knew you couldn’t do this to him again. Whatever fears you had faced during the last few months were nothing compared to the feeling of tearing your daughter away from her father. You knew she would always be safe with him and that you could trust him to protect you. You just hoped it wasn't too late.

When you finally reached his apartment again, finding that there was no answer at the door, that didn’t stop you from taking a seat right there and waiting for him to return. You were determined to make this right and show the man you loved that you wanted to be with him. To be a family. It was once you were inside the apartment, and after each of them had had a turn holding Ellie, that they told you about Nick Fury's misguided plans. There was no sinister plot with faceless villains out to get you. Just a warning from a very paranoid man. You were furious.  A little spitfire like yourself, you were ready to find the man and make him sorry for ever putting you through all that hell.

“None of that shit matters now.” Bucky begrudgingly handed Ellie to Sam to hold and came over to you, giving you a turn of lifting you up in his arms. “You’re both here and I’m never letting you go again. I love you and Ellie so much. I want us to be a family.”

You had been laughing while he swung you around, but stopped as soon as he said those words. After so much time feeling emotionally ravaged, here stood Bucky Barnes revealing his feelings for you and your daughter. What else could you do, but admit your love for him as well. Of course, you’d fallen in love with the man back when you were together, but with him being an Avenger, you just didn’t know what could possibly come out of it. You knew he had a job to do and it was scary and risky. It had made sense at the time to you that you thought the future for your love would be bleak, but Bucky was ready to prove to you otherwise.

“I can retire.” Bucky said as if it was the easiest choice in the world. “The world has enough superheroes now. What’s one less?”

“Bucky, I can’t ask you to do that.” You tried reasoning with him. Even looking over to Steve and Sam, but they both just smiled.

“You’re not asking me, babe. I’m saying it.” Bucky cradled your face in his hands, pulling your lips to his and finally kissing you with all the passion he could find. You felt your knees give way and Bucky wrapped his arm behind your back to keep you from falling. He pulled you up, breaking away for air and resting his forehead against yours. Your heaving breaths mingled together and you finally felt that bliss you had once known come back into your heart. “The most important thing in my life is making sure that little girl is safe and taken care of. And you. I need you both in my life more than anything. Please. Please stay.”

You smiled as more irritating, yet happy, tears scrolled down your cheeks. Relishing in the feel of Bucky’s soft lips kissing the trails away. “Of course, we’ll stay.”

a/n: And there we have it! The last part! Hopefully you enjoyed it, loves. I really loved working on this series and I can’t wait for you to read the epilogue in just a couple of days! Again, thank you thank you thank you so so much for reading along. I have a little something something planned for the future so stay tuned. 😉

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499-504: “The Battle Against the Big Tiger! Who Is Going to Be Captain?!”, “Freedom Taken Away! the Nobles' Plot Closing in On the Brothers!”, “The Fire Has Been Set! the Gray Terminal in Crisis!”, “Where Can Freedom be Found? A Sad Departure of a Boy!”, “Take Good Care of Him! A Letter from the Brother!” and “To Live Up To The Promise! Departures Of Their Own!”

R.I.P. Sabo.....?

I watched six episodes in a row and it was totally worth it.

Mobile users better limber up those scrollin fingers because this post is about to get long.

Quick 499 Filler Summary (so I can move on to the good stuff...)

I hate watching filler when I don’t know it’s filler. It messes up my sense of canon. I end up analyzing it, then get annoyed when I realise it was a waste of time. Still, I’m glad I picked up on Sabo telling Ace’s family secret in front of the old Filler Pirate from 498. Even though his character had only just been introduced, I knew he wasn’t the type to blab. Glad you guys pointed that out.

To sum up 499:

1. The boys have no luck with Big Tiger, so they train with Filler Pirate.

2. Ace is shocked to learn Filler Pirate does not loathe Roger.

3. Filler Pirate is returning to the sea to find his old crew. The boys end up helping him build a ship.

4. They train under Filler Pirate. With the power of friendship, they defeat Big Tiger together (without needing catnip, thanks Sabo!)

5. Filler Pirate teaches Ace Pirate Life Lessons such as: there is more to being a pirate captain than strength. Only your crew’s approval makes you a good captain.

6. Filler Pirate heads out to see. Bye, bye Naguri the Filler Pirate!

Now for the good stuff...

Poor People Blood Is Icky

Episode 500 opened on an ominous note. Not only was the title sinister but a literal storm ripped apart the boys’ refuge in the forest. Nice foreshadowing there.

To repair their hideout, Ace, Sabo and Luffy searched Grey Terminal for scraps. They were ambushed by Bluejam and Sweaty Chins. (Never found out his name, so Sweaty Chins he shall remain.) 

Instead of thinking, “Hey, maybe my terrible parenting caused Sabo to run away?” Sweaty Chins pinned the blame on Ace and Luffy, the nasty common children. They had tempted Sabo to run away. They were after his money. Ace did not like that latter comment one bit and tried to fight back. Bluejam smacked him and, horror of horrors, got some of Ace’s blood on Sweaty Chins’ face. 

Because everyone knows if you get poor blood on you, you might catch poor, right?

Poor Sabo begged them not to harm Ace and Luffy. “They’re important to me! They’re my brothers!” Of course, Sweaty Chins pulled the old, “If you come with me, they won’t be harmed.” Dying inside, Sabo agreed.

Sabo returned to his gilded prison. Ace and Luffy were dragged to Bluejam’s hideout. He tried to convince Ace and Luffy to stay away from Luffy. He told them Sabo only escaped to Grey Terminal as a mockery of the people who live there, that Sabo really looked down on them as an amusement to make himself feel superior. Of course Ace and Luffy did not buy his bullshit, so he said straight up that if they cared about Sabo, they’d have to let him go.

Weirdly, Bluejam gave them a job as couriers. I’m still not sure if this was because he genuinely wanted to recruit Ace and Luffy into his crew or if he wanted them to be part of the bomb plot and laugh as they realised they’d helped destroy Grey Terminal.

I Fell Into The Burning Ring Of Fire

Back in High Town, Sweaty Chins was hard at work trying to erase Sabo’s criminal record. He can do this because he has cash and social clout. Sweaty Chins tried hard not to part with cash, urging Sabo to lie. He had been tempted into those criminal acts by feral bandit children, after all.

Because Sabo isn’t awful, he refused to drop his brothers in it. Sweaty Chins kicked his chair away (excellent parenting there) and bribed the guard to erase Sabo’s record. Problem solved! Now he could become a good, obedient noble again. Hurrah!

Then things got weird...

Back at Sabo’s home, Mr and Mrs Sweaty Chins had adopted a sinister noble child called Stelly. The name might resemble Stelio Kontos, but this kid is nowhere near as cool. Stelly was replacement, in case Sabo didn’t work out, apparently. Lovely.

Turned out Stelly had a big mouth. He blabbed to Sabo that the Nobles of High Town had planned a spate of Social Cleansing By Fire because a Celestial Dragon was due to visit. The sight of all the icky poor people and the garbage heap might be too much for the Celestial Dragon’s delicate eyes.

This news freaks out Sabo because he is not evil. “But.. people live there!” 

“YES. THEY WILL BURN!” Stelly crowed with glee.

Sabo had a “screw this,” moment and jumped out the window. Seeking clarification, still unsure that anyone could be that heartless, he roamed High Town. For some reason, everyone was making fire jokes. “OHOHO, IT SURE IS WINDY TODAY. FIRES MIGHT SPREAD!” Unable to take it any longer, Sabo straight up asked an old gent if it was true.

It’s as if High Town had a residents’ meeting and thought, “Screw it, let’s just burn Grey Terminal. Cheaper than hiring a skim, am i rite?”

Of course, Sabo went nuts. He was surrounded by freaks. Utter psychos. His brothers would burn because the poor people of Grey Terminal were inconvenient. But before he got the chance to escape, he was caught. Sweaty Chins kicked him into a cellar and locked the door. What a guy! Watching Sabo beating on that door screaming for Ace and Luffy was sad. 

I would love to see Sweaty Chins have karma hit him like a brick one day, I swear...

Someone Set Him Up The Bomb

Back at Bluejam’s Courier Business, Bluejam finally let Ace and Luffy in on the big secret. The boxes they had been carrying contained oil and explosives which would be used to Blow Grey Terminal to Kingdom Come. But hey, he wasn’t the mastermind behind it, so that was alright, right? He was just getting paid. And speaking of money, did Ace and Luffy happen to have any lying around?

Because what Bluejam care about more than anything? Money. Turns out the mastermind of the fire was the King of Goa. Apparently, he promised Bluejam and his crew titles and status. As soon as Bluejam said this, I thought, “There is no way in hell, mate. You are being played.” Nobles barely help their own. As if they’d help you, one who was born a commoner.

I didn’t have long to wait. Bluejam hammered on the gate to Edge Town, gave the signal to be let in. But they were ignored by the guards inside, just like the desperate residents of Grey Terminal were ignored by the guards when they begged to be given refuge. When they retreated to the ship, they found that burning too. The king had double-crossed them.

The whole fire story was actually pretty brutal because something similar happened in real life that was all over the news where I live. A tower block of apartments where poorer people lived went on fire. Seventy-two people died. Some of the bodies will never be identified because they were living there illegally or were sub-letting while waiting for naturalisation papers. Why did the tower block burst into flames? Cheap, shoddy, flammable cladding. Why was the tower block clad in that material? To approve its appearance for the rich people who lived opposite. It looked grimy and run down. The sight of it might hurt their delicate eyes.

This entire plot just reminded me of that and I’ve got say, if Dragon asked me to join his army right now, I’d probably say yes.

And speaking of Dragon...

We Need Febreeze, Stat.

Desperate to save Ace and Luffy, Sabo escaped through a vent. He reached the city gate, tried to open it and had the crap kicked out of him by a guard. When a mysterious man in a green cloak approached, I thought, “YES! DRAGON IS HERE. HE WILL TAKE SABO AWAY AND LET HIM JOIN THE REVOLUTIONARY ARMY. ANOTHER FINE RECRUIT.”

Wherever there is injustice and class-cleansing, there is Dragon.

Dragon asked Sabo what happened. Sabo spilled his soul and I felt wretched watching him. The self-hatred Sabo has and his powerlessness to effect any change because of the firm grip the defective system has on the OPverse. 

“This town smells worse than Grey Terminal. It smells like rotten people. If I stay here, I’ll never be free. I’m ashamed of being born a noble.”

“I know how you feel. I was born in this country too. But I still don’t have enough power to change a country.”

“You’re really listening to me...” Sabo whispered. (That got to me. For the first time, an adult actually listened to him and acknowledged his feelings on the matter.)

“Yes,” Dragon said. “And I will never forget.”

Breaking News: The Poor Can Avoid Being Poor By Not Being Born Poor!

While Bluejam swore vengeance against the King (optimism!), the king himself had planked his arse on his throne and was complaining the sky was too bright because of the fire. Never has the urge to reach through reality to slap a fictional character been stronger.

“Daddy?” little noble daughter asked. “Why aren’t the people in Grey Terminal humans? Why do they have to burn?”

A great question! A potential ray of light! Might this innocent child stir the king’s conscience?

Did she hell.

Honestly, this scene was too real. People actually talk like this. They genuinely believe it. This may be filler, but damn, it is near-the-knuckle good filler.

Mama Bear To The Rescue

In the meantime, Bluejam had gone off the deep end because he realised the futility of vengeance and hit rock bottom. Out for blood, he cornered Luffy and Ace and insisted they died together... but first, that treasure they had stolen!

About to put a bullet through Luffy, a strange, blue haki-like moment felled every single member of Bluejam’s crew. Only Bluejam himself remained standing. I’m still not sure what happened here and who was responsible for it (Dragon? Was he the one who cut the path through the fire to help the Grey Terminal people escape?)

At any rate, it gave Dadan the opening she needed to storm in and rescue her boys. (I was so happy when she called them that. JUST ADMIT IT, DADAN!) “I won’t stand by and watch someone try to take my boys’ lives... even if I’m not their real parent.”

I was a bit annoyed by Ace standing his ground when Dadan wanted to scarper. He endangered everyone else and Dadan was horribly injured fighting Bluejam (mostly burns from fleeing the fire after). It was explained later that Ace is like Roger, who would never run from a right because he would rather let the ones he loves escape. The noble sacrifice only works if you can guarantee their safety. If you’re wiped out then the enemy turns on your loved ones, how can you protect them them?

It distressed Luffy too, who was carted off and didn’t hear from them for days.

At least that convenient path through the fire was created, eh? And where did that path lead?

A Revolutionary Army ship with Dragon, Ivan-san and BARTHOLOMEW BLOODY KUMA!

LOOK WHO’S IN THE BACKGROUND!

(I really hope this is canon because this is something I have wanted confirmation of for AGES. Please let it be true that Kuma was once part of the Revolutionary Army.)

I loved this entire scene. When Ivan asked Dragon how he knew what was going on in this East Blue Backwater and Dragon answered, “This country is an example of how the world will be in the future. There can be no happiness where the undesirables are thrown away. I will change the world.” For all Dragon’s deadbeat dad status, you can see where Luffy gets his ambition and stubborn determination.

Then Dragon addressed the tired, frightened, shivering crowd of poor, Grey Terminal outcasts and shouted: “Those of you who are willing to fight for freedom, come aboard!”

But there was one person missing. I must admit I looked for Sabo on the boat. I thought Dragon might have taken him along. Maybe Dragon didn’t because Sabo was only a kid and he might have had family. 

I wish he had. :(

Destination? Anywhere But Here

The next morning, the sun came out and the clear up began. Any survivors were to be shot on sight. The guards remarked how few charred bodies they found. Hopefully, most of them were Bluejam’s crew and the rest found their way to Dragon’s ship.

Sabo woke up in an alleyway. I was disappointed because Dragon hadn’t taken him. The disappointment was compounded when he was immediately caught and dragged home to High Town. Sweaty Chins enlisted two of the king’s goons as personal guards and calmly threatened to have Sabo killed unless he educated himself to be a noble.

“Be more like Stelly”, Sweaty Chins said, “who is so dependable and who will be getting new clothes to see the Celestial Dragon.”

Of course, Sabo would not be going. He could not be trusted. Sabo was imprisoned in his room. Everything was greyscale except Sabo. All colour had drained from his life. He had no idea whether Luffy and Ace were alive or dead. Was sure they were alive but realised trying to see them would place them in danger. Living like that would be awful. I felt sorry for Sabo, despite his privileged upbringing. The kid was straight up depressed.

“What is freedom?” he wondered. “Where can I find it?” Then he overheard a convenient conversation between his guards. The Celestial Dragon would visit tomorrow. Only one guard and Sabo would be in the house.

This was his chance. He wrote a note with a huge smile on his face.

The next day, a huge, flag-waving crowd gathered at the port to welcome the Celestial Parasite Dragon. I hate stuff like that, so I was already in rage mode.

My mood was NOT IMPROVED when Saint Jalmack SHOT SABO’S WITH A BLOODY BAZOOKA BECAUSE HE WAS A RUDE COMMONER.

:|

At that point, I was convinced Sabo was dead because his top hat (Sabo’s symbol) was seen drifting to earth). I’m still 70% certain he’s dead. Mainly because he hasn’t been seen since (unless there’s something I’ve missed). Sabo’s death also puts Luffy’s reaction to Saint Charloss in perspective. Luffy punched him because no one punched the guy who killed Sabo.

But... there was no body. That is my number one rule. And there was that moment when Dragon’s ship pulled in at tiny Zoro’s island (TINY ZORO!) with someone who was badly injured and needing Ivan’s treatment. Dragon had also been in the audience watching the ceremony for the Celestial Dragon. I have my fingers crossed but won’t get my hopes up.

Take Care of Luffy

Of course, that wasn’t enough heart-string tugging. This is One Piece. My feelings had to be put through the wringer.

Dadan and Ace finally made it home. That was the single good thing that happened in 503. They saved each others’ lives. Dadan punched Bluejam to death (metal) and ran through fire with Ace. Ace stole medicine, treated her burns and carried her back to the shack.

But Dogra (a bandit) also made it back with news of Sabo. Ace immediately flew off the handle, seeking vengeance. Dadan talked sense into him. This was a Celestial Dragon. They would only have him killed. “Your father’s death changed the world. When you become a man as important as that, you can do whatever you like!”

Oh, Dadan. Where were you at Marineford? Weirdly, her words were prophetic because Ace’s death really will usher in a new pirate era.

Then the letter from Sabo arrived. 

“Ace, Luffy, I hope you guys weren’t hurt in the fire. I’m worried about you but I believe you’re okay. I’m sorry to say it but when you get this letter, I’ll already be out to sea. Things led to things and I decided to set out before you. My destination will be anywhere but here! I’m gonna become stronger and be a pirate! The three of us have to become the freest pirates ever. One day, let’s meet up somewhere. Somewhere on the wide open sea, definitely. By the way, Ace, which of us do you think is the bigger brother? It’s odd but our brotherhood is my treasure. Luffy is still a weak crybaby but he is our little brother so take good care of him.”

At that point, I hadn’t seen the scene when Dragon’s ship pulled into Little Zoro’s island, so that brought a tear to my eye. I was so mad at the waste of Sabo’s life, mad that Ace and Luffy had already lost something so precious to them while they were still so young and mad that Sabo’s worthless parents hadn’t taken action against the slug who murdered their son. I was also mad at Dragon for not taking Sabo (but I still have hope that actually did happen).

After that, Ace swore to take care of Luffy. The boys worked hard to improve themselves. They even asked for help with their manners (that dine and dash thank you was hilarious). Now Ace’s well-mannered persona makes sense. Imaginary Sabo guided Luffy in his training, encouraging him just like he always used to.

Then, when they each turned seventeen, they broke Dadan’s heart by heading out to sea.

Why did they chose seventeen? Because that was Sabo’s deadline. At eighteen, he would become a full-fledged noble, so he intended to escape when before then.

Damn... this series. ;_;

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Chapter 10: Stark Party Part 2 (Spider-boy - Peter ParkerxStark!Reader)

HI THERE!

I’m so sorry for the late upload! I didn’t have much time last month to write and revise. Not gonna lie, I had a hard time writing the whole thing, so I’m sorry if it’s a bit sloppy.

Anyway, enjoy! xx

Prologue, Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13

“Leaving so early, Spiderman?” Peter hears a familiar voice stop him from walking away.

“Mr. Stark… I uh… Something came up.” Peter lies.

“Nothing’s up. I know you and your sidekick were coming. I’ve checked the RSVPs. Where are you really going?” Tony asks.

“Queens.” Peter answers.

“Here’s where I draw the line, Mr. Parker. I know for a fact that this isn’t the first time you’ve walked out on my little girl. You need to stop this. Whatever your little game is, stop it. You may work for me, but I won’t stand down knowing that you keep doing this to my daughter.” Tony walks toward Peter who is clutching his gift nervously behind his back.

“Is that your gift?” Tony sees the gift bag Peter is hiding.

“Umm yeah.” Tony takes the gift bag from Peter’s hold and shoves two tickets inside.

“I was going to give her 3 gifts tonight for interning at Stark Industries but you can give her gift 1,” Tony states giving him back the gift bag.

“What is it?” Peter asks.

“Two tickets to some soccer game she’s always wanted to watch in Madrid. You can go with her but of course, I’ll be flying with the two of you.” Tony stares at him sternly.

“Wow. Mr. Stark you didn’t have to… The two of you can watch the game together. Besides, Aunt May would probably say no.” Peter replies.

“No, I’m not really a fan. I’ll handle your Aunt May.” Tony reassures him.

Peter just nods.

“Listen, I know that other kid a tough competition, but as her father, don’t do this to her. Not my little girl, Peter. If you really like her, go back inside.” Tony tells him.

“But Mr. Stark, I-“ Tony cuts him off.

“No. I will not have it. I may not like the idea of my daughter liking any boy her age but I know you’re a good kid, Spidey. I may not approve of this now, but I know you’ll keep her safe. And you better keep her safe and happy at all times. If I see her crying because of you, that bruise on your face will double in numbers. Get back in there, Peter.” Tony states.

“Don’t worry Mr. Stark, I really do like your daughter. I won’t let you down this time.” Peter states.

“Good.” Tony nods his head.

Peter moves in for a hug but Tony stops him beforehand.

“We’re not there yet. I’m just telling you what to do.” Tony clarifies.

“Right.” Peter acts nonchalant.

Peter heads back inside to see Y/n waiting by the door.

Happy moves to where Tony is standing.

“You’re really okay with that kid dating your daughter?” Happy asks.

“Better him than any other snobby elitist,” Tony replies before following Peter inside the hotel.

Meanwhile…..

“Oh my god….. Ted…. I can’t accept this.” Y/n stares up at the Blonde guy who is smiling sincerely at her.

“No, I insist. It’s a birthday gift. Here, let me put it on you.” Ted wraps the 18k rose gold love necklace from Tiffany’s, around Y/n neck.

“It looks really great on you.” Ted smiles at Y/n.

“Thank you.” Y/n smiles weakly at Ted.

Y/n spots Ned by the coconut shakes stand.

“Excuse me.” Y/n excuses herself from Ted and her friends and walks toward Ned.

“Ned hi! Where’s Peter?” Y/n asks.

“Hi Y/n! We kinda split up the moment we arrived. I’m sure he’s here somewhere.” Ned shrugs his shoulders, paying more attention to the coconut shake being blended by the staff.

“Alright. Thanks, Ned.” Y/n tells him.

“No. Thank you.” Ned raises his glass at Y/n.

Y/n lets out a faint laughter before being accosted by Denise.

“Why aren’t you greeting all your guests? Where’s your father? He’s late. He planned all this and somehow he still manages to arrive late.” She scolds Y/n.

“Mom, I have no idea where dad is. He’s probably stuck in traffic. Don’t worry, he’s never absent from these events.” Y/n reassures her mom.

“Where did you pick up that boy? Is he from Dalton?” Denise motions at Ned who is busy drinking his shake.

“Oh him! No, he’s one of my friends from Queens.” Y/n replies bluntly.

“You have friends from Queens? How on earth did you meet him?” Y/n’s mother questions.

“His best friend also works for dad. Dad and I went to Queens to recruit Peter, dad’s new ‘sidekick’.” Y/n states.

“Of course he brought you to Queens with him. Always been daddy’s partner in crime.” Denise sighs and walks away.

Ned stands beside Y/n who is shaking her head in dismay.

“My mom is despicable sometimes.” Y/n mutters.

“Oh hey! There are Peter and your dad!” Ned exclaims, pointing at the door of Palm Court.

“Finally.” Y/n grumbles, walking towards Peter and her dad.

“There you are! I’ve been looking all over for you.” Y/n wraps her arms around Peter.

Their hug is short-lived after hearing Tony’s fake cough.

“Hi, dad.” Y/n hugs her dad tightly.

“You look great, sweetie! Nice necklace, whose gift is that?” Tony asks.

Sensing Peter’s awkwardness, Y/n shrugs off Tony’s inquiry by replying, “Oh umm from my friends. Mom’s been looking for you, by the way.”

“Oh god. The witch just wants to taunt me. Better go find her before she blows up. I’m doing the toast tonight, alright?” Tony looks at his daughter with admiration, realizing that his little girl is growing up in his very eyes.

“I’m watching you two,” Tony warns the two teenagers before walking away.

Peter just stares at Y/n knowing that it was a lie to save herself from all the questions about Ted Vanderbilt and his enormous trust fund.

“Hi.” Y/n greets Peter, pulling him in lightly.

“Hi there. Happy Birthday…. Well, I already greeted you a while ago but you get th-“ Y/n cuts Peter off with a kiss on the cheek.

“Here you go again with your bumbling. Relax, it’s just me.” Y/n giggles.

Peter just looks down and blushes slightly. It’s not every day that a girl compliments him, it’s usually the other way around, but New York girls are more forward than the average ones.

POST DINNER: THE REAL PARTY

When all the adults left the restaurant including Y/n’s parents and Eloise, the real party officially began.

“I made it through the darkest part of the night! And now I see the sunrise! Now I feel glorious! Glorious! Glorious! Glorious!!!” The whole Palm Court is filled with the voices of Manhattan Private school kids singing to Macklemore’s Glorious at the top of their lungs.

“Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug!” Y/n’s friends, Peter, Ned, and Ted all cheer on Y/n as she manages to drink her 9th shot of Mojito in a row, a first time in her case.

“Wooooh!” Y/n screams at the top of her lungs.

“You guys are so great, you know that? Like, there are no better people in this world who could ever tolerate me. You girls are gems.” Y/n hugs her three best friends.

“Wow, you’re a lightweight, Y/n.” Ted laughs.

“She really is. I’ve never seen her this chatty before.” Tina laughs at Y/n’s drunken state.

Y/n walks toward Peter who is awkwardly assessing the situation.

‘What do I do? Should I carry her and bring her home or something?’ Peter thinks to himself.

Y/n puts her arms around Peter’s neck and giggles.

“The world is up for grabs!” Y/n sings along.

“Are you alright?” Peter holds Y/n by the waist, making sure she’s standing steadily.

“What? Oh yeah, I’m fine. I’m totally cool.” Y/n snorts.

“Listen, I have to bring Ned home but I’m coming back okay? I just need to make sure my best friend goes home safe.” Peter states.

“What? Ned has to leave already? It’s only 11!” Y/n grumbles.

“Yeah well, Ned’s mom isn’t really the most lenient mom. I think the only reason why she allowed Ned to come to Manhattan with me was that he was invited to a Stark party.” Peter explains.

“Fine…. Can’t you at least take Happy with you? Happy!” Y/n summons Happy, Tony Stark’s head of security.

“Dear god, is she drunk?” Happy asks Peter.

“She’s just tipsy, I’m sure she’s fine.” Peter answers.

“Shut up, I’m totally fine. Happy, I need you to bring Peter’s friend, Ned home to Queens.” Y/n stares at Ned who is already sitting down after drinking too many shots.

“I’m just gonna bring down to the car. I’ll be right back.” Peter tells Y/n.

Y/n kisses Peter on the cheek and grins at him when she pulls away.

“Alright! I’ll be here.” Y/n replies, waving at Ned who just giggles and waves back at Y/n before being dragged away by Happy and Peter outside the room.

Y/n moves to the bar with Ted following suit.

“So, are you enjoying your whole…. Luau?” Ted asks, staring at the Hawaiian decors hanging on the walls.

“I am! It’s been great so far. Are you enjoying my luau?” Y/n chuckles.

“Yeah of course. I finally have some alone time with you tonight.” Ted replies.

“Thank you for the necklace, by the way, you really didn’t have to buy me anything, really. You being here is enough.” Y/n tells him.

Ted moves in closer to give her a kiss which he does.

Y/n just sits there, stunned. It hits her after 2 seconds to push Ted away.

“I’m sorry, Ted. I can’t…” Y/n shakes her head.

“What does the Queens guy have that I don’t?” Ted asks.

“Ted…. You and I just met… in fact, we’ve only had like 1 official date and Peter & I work for my dad’s company and we bond. I’m sorry if you think I’m leading you on, that was never my intention.” Y/n explains.

“It’s fine… I get it. We can still hang out though, right?” Ted inquires.

“We can… but just as friends.” Y/n clarifies.

Ted just nods.

The car is parked right outside Peter’s building with the two teenagers seated at the back and Happy & Nico seated in front to give space for the two teenagers.

“Open my gift to you right now, quick.” Peter bounces on his seat.

“Umm okay? What’s with the excitement, Parker?” Y/n asks.

Y/n opens the paper bag to see a Charm bracelet with a Brandenburg gate charm to represent their trip to Germany together.

“I only had enough money for one charm, sorry..” Peter states.

“What no it’s fine! I love it…” Y/n looks up at Peter in awe.

“Quick, there’s still something else inside the paper bag,” Peter adds.

Y/n sees two tickets which catch her eyes immediately.

“Are these tickets what I think they are?” Y/n gasps.

“Your dad may have invited me to watch a football game with you in Spain.” Peter rubs the back of his head.

“Oh my god…” Y/n looks at Peter who looks quite unsure.

“Do you like it?” Peter asks.

“Like it? I love it!! How did you know?” Y/n inquires.

“Well, your dad may have helped me.” Peter shrugs his shoulders.

“I love it so much! Thank you!” Y/n gushes, hugging Peter.

“In case you guys are forgetting, Your brother and I are right here.” Happy interrupts the moment.

“Hey is that your mom?” Nico points outside the car where Aunt May is standing.

“Oh, that’s my Aunt May. I really have to go…” Peter grumbles.

Before Peter could get out of the car, Y/n opens the door to greet May who is standing impatiently outside their apartment building.

“Hi, May! It’s so good to see you.” Y/n greets Peter’s aunt whose mood changed from anger to elation.

“Hi Y/n! Is Peter with you? He’s way past his curfew.” May asks.

“Yep! I’m here!” Peter awkwardly steps out of the car.

“Oh thank god! I called Ned and he said some guy named Happy brought him home.” May states.

“That would be my dad’s head of security. He’s a bit of killjoy.” Y/n laughs.

“The car window is down!” Happy shouts.

“Love you, Happy!” Y/n gives him the peace sign.

Y/n looks at Peter and smiles at him warmly before giving him a long hug.

“Good night.” Y/n sighs.

Peter, feeling a bit devilish, pulls Y/n in to give her short kiss. It was the first time they kissed in front of anyone important in their lives. Y/n knows Tony is going to find out about this as soon as she arrives home.

“Good night. Happy Birthday.” Peter pulls away and signals his aunt May to head inside with him.

Y/n slides inside the car silently and contently.

“You do know dad is going to kill him right?” Nico looks at his sister with a grin on his face.

“I know.” Y/n mumbles.

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IWAOI MOB AU Chapter 4

(I realized I never posted this because I’m the worst)

A King of A Different Kind: Mature (rating will go up)

Description: Iwaoi Mafia Au. Based off the Italian Mob structure not Yakuza. Iwa is the mob bosses son and he has some explaning to do. After being Oikawa’s childhood best friend and keeping his family’s buisness a secret Oikawa discovers the truth shortly after their college graduation. Oikawa decides an insane life with Iwaizumi is better than one without him and must now face the challenges of his life being turned completely upside as he dives head first into the world of criminals. 

Sample Chapter 4 Below:

“So you’re just never going to tell him?”

“No Kuroo I’m not.”

“And you’re just going to die alone.”

“Yep.”

Kuroo howled from the backseat and pulled a joint out of his suit pocket,

“What are you doing?”

“Oh Christ Iwa are you my parole officer?”

“Yeah I fucking am. You know you aren’t supposed to use anything it could set you back-“

“Dude chill, its one joint!”

“Marjuana is gateway drug,” Bokuto starred at him with a serious expression.

“Fuck okay god!” Kuroo rolled his window down and threw the joint to the wind, “If either of you tells the Boss about this your dead. Especially you daddy’s little girl.”

Iwaizumi rolled his eyes and found himself speeding up as he drove down the long forest road. He normally enjoyed traveling for jobs, and under a normal circumstance being surrounded by nothing but forest and his best friends would have made him ecstatic.

But too much had changed in the past four years of college.

Bokuto had a boyfriend that was also probably one of the scariest mercenaries he had ever known.

Kuroo was sober. Or trying to be. God was he using again? Fuck.

And Iwaizumi and Oikawa were seeing each other.

But not dating.

It was complicated.

“You’re already at the sex part so why would he say no to a relationship?”

“Some people enjoy casual sex,” Kuroo sighed as he unbuckled his seat belt and spread out on the back seats.

“Yeah but…I don’t know I would not want to have casual sex with Iwa,” Bokuto frowned looking out the dashboard window.

A few seconds passed in silence because Kuroo erupted into screaming laughter. “HOLY SHIT BO! SAY IT RIGHT TO HIS FACE!”

“Yeah Jesus Bokuto,” Iwaizumi couldn’t help but chuckle at Kuroo’s intense howl from the backseat, “You don’t have to worry about it man I’ll stay way over here.”

Bokuto tried to hold his frown but it was nearly impossible when Kuroo got laughing the way he was now,

“That’s not what I meant! I just meant-“

“WAIT I’M SORRY NO!” Kuroo chocked out from the backseat. He was gripping his stomach and tears were streaming down his eyes, “GIVE ME A MINUTE!”

A minute turned into four hours of Kuroo snickering through the entire deal—which almost got them shot.

And then giggling through the secondary deal—which DID get them shot at.

In fact, it wasn’t until the sixth hour and they were about two blocks from Iwaizumi’s apartment that Kuroo was ready to finish the conversation.

“Can we get some pizza I’m DYING,” Kuroo groaned from the back seat.

“If you put your clothes back on we can consider it,” Iwaizumi grunted as he quickly changed lanes to head towards their favorite pizza place.

Kuroo groaned but found his black t-shirt and a pair of black sweat pants that definitely did not belong to him, but would work.

“I just wore those to the gym and they are not clean.”

“What the fuck ever,”

“I have Febreeze!” Bokuto practically leaped out of his seat and pulled a small travel spray of Febreeze out before presenting it to Kuroo.

Iwaizumi and Kuroo starred at the bottle that Bokuto had miraculously pulled out of his pocket as if it were the key to the universe.

“Dude,” Kuroo whispered,

“Why do you have that?” Iwaizumi asked quietly as he slowed to a stop outside the pizza parlor.

“Because Akaashi always wants to go out for dinner after work so I used to give him my clothes from the car but then he said those smell because most of the time they are dirty but don’t tell him that so I just started carrying Febreeze because then he doesn’t have an excuse and I get to see him in my clothing like 24/7.”

Iwaizumi and Kuroo starred at him in awe for a solid three minutes and Bokuto began to shuffle under their glances.

“Is that weird?” Bokuto asked.

“Extremely,”

“Oh yeah,”

“But genius,”

“INVENTIVE!”

They both clapped him on the back and Kuroo sprayed himself down with Febreeze.

And then Iwaizumi

And then Bokuto.

In fact they had invented and completed a full Febreeze ceremony which involved chanting, spraying, and carrying Bokuto into the pizza place over their heads with ceremonious grunting.

They sat at their usual table in the back and before long three pizzas were presented to them. They thanked their waiter, the owner, profusely and began diving in.

“Hey Bo,” Kuroo asked before shoveling two stacked slices in his mouth, “why won’t you have casual sex with Iwa?”

Bokuto and Iwaizumi chocked and before long Kuroo was laying across the booth holding his stomach tears streaming down his eyes.

“I’m going to explain!” Bokuto laughed,

“Please do!” Iwaizumi grunted taking a long sip of his orange soda.

“You being the son of a mob boss,” he whispered intensely which cause Kuroo and Iwaizumi to only laugh harder, “Stop Stop! I’m serious! If I knew that, I wouldn’t want anything casual! Too much risk! It’s all or nothing!”

Kuroo took a deep breath, regaining composure, “Yeah well Oikawa does not have that issue.”

Bokuto arched an eyebrow at him, “Whatcha mean?”

“He doesn’t know.”

Bokuto gaped at Kuroo and then at Iwaizumi,

“Shut up Bokuto it’s not like you can just say that to someone!”

“Especially when you’ve been lying about it for what fifteen years now?” Kuroo hummed into his next slice,

“Not by choice Kuroo.”

“Iwa that is so fucked up! First day out the gate Akaashi knew I was in the business!”

“That’s because you met him on a job dipshit!”  Iwaizumi grumbled and stood up, “Would you really have told him if he was a stranger? Would you really bring him into this?”

Kuroo and Bokuto stared at him in silence,

“Yes.” Bokuto said after a heated thirty seconds, “I love him, and you love Oikawa, and at the end of the day that love trumps all of this…I would walk away in a second for Akaashi, and so would Kuroo-“

“Yeah well I can’t do that! I’m his fucking son where am I going to go! Even if I left they would all find me. Kill me. Kill him! Where the fuck do I go if he doesn’t want this!” Iwaizumi growled throwing his chair into the table, “Find your own way home.”

. _ _ _ _ _

“If this is going to work I need you to be completely honest with me.”

That was the first thing Oikawa had said when he knocked on Iwaizumi’s apartment door.

And that was why they were doing this—well not literally this, Iwaizumi thought pulling on a pair of dark wash jeans, but why they were getting dressed and going to his father’s house.

His real, genuine, gigantic, remote, house.

Iwaizumi ran a nervous hand through his short hair.

“Is it that bad?” Oikawa asked with a smile from the other side of the room. He was wearing light jeans and a tucked in white button down. The contrast between his practically glowing figure and the black duvet cover made Iwaizumi think of a painting. Oikawa was breathtaking, remarkable. He inhaled sharply and sat on the other side of the bed. He heard Oikawa shift and smiled at the feeling of his long fingers slowly massaging his bare shoulders,

“It’s not you I’m worried about,”

The press of Oikawa’s tone frame pressed against his back was devastatingly distracting,

“Who are you worried about?” Oikawa whispered into his ear causing Iwaizumi to arch his eyebrow.

“What are you up to?”

He could feel Oikawa’s smirk burning into the back of his head as Oikawa placed a soft kiss on his ear lobe,

“What ever do you mean?”

“Ms. Robinson I think you’re trying to seduce me,” Iwaizumi smiled allowing Tooru to plant trailing kisses down his neck and onto his shoulders,

“No, I’m just trying to relax you,” Oikawa whispered in between kisses,

Iwaizumi laughed loudly, “You’re insatiable.”

“Maybe~” Oikawa lightly grabbed Iwaizumi’s chin turning his face to place a firm kiss on his lips. He pulled away slightly before returning. Iwaizumi’s smile making the kiss mostly Oikawa kissing and Iwaizumi giggling, “You’re not kissing me,” Oikawa sang teasingly,

“I’m just trying to relax you,” Iwaizumi laughed as Oikawa swatted at his shoulder playfully,

“Rude Iwa-chan!”

Oikawa’s complaint was cut off as Iwaizumi skillfully stood and tackled Oikawa backwards onto the king size.

Oikawa laughed as he peppered light kisses across Oikawa’s face, holding him steadily between his two hands.

“You’re so playful today Iwa!”Oikawa laughed causing Iwaizumi to freeze, shifting back so his weight was placed on his knees which were placed on either side of Oikawa’s hips.

“I’m happy.” He sighed heavily and lazily traced his hand across Oikawa’s shirt “I’m just really happy that you came back.”

Oikawa’s face scrunched, “I didn’t come back,” Iwaizumi looked back at him, his face looked desperate like Oikawa was holding his life in his hands. Oikawa sat up kissing Iwaizumi softly in one fluid motion, “I never left,” his fingers trailed down Iwaizumi’s bare chest slowly causing Iwaizumi to suck in a deep breath, “but I do think I made the right decision.” His fingers stopped above the button of Iwaizumi’s jeans causing the other man to grind into the touch subconsciously.

“You’re not worried?” Iwaizumi asked as he leaned forward to begin kissing and sucking on the exposed portion of Oikawa’s neck. His favorite.

“N-no. I know I’m safe with you.” Oikawa slid his hand slowly back up Iwaizumi’s chest, “And the dangerous aspect is a little sexy if I’m honest.”

Oikawa quickly dropped his hands down to pop open is lover’s jean button, but Iwaizumi swatted his hands away,

“We are going to be late.”

Oikawa frowned, “We can be quick.”

Iwaizumi arched his eyebrow at Oikawa but placed his hands back,

“Five minutes,” He mumbled into Oikawa’s neck.

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speedin’ bullet 2 heaven - bts min suga

This is came in a dream and it sh00k me so much into making it an imagine. This is my first published imagine. What a concept. I apologize in advance if there is already one like this in existence. I don’t think I’ve read one before, but this concept isn’t too hard to think of.

title: Speedin’ Bullet 2 Heaven

pairing: demon!suga x angel!reader (female reader)

warnings: slight angst; mostly fluff; jealousy; limited smut; cussing

word count: 4,691

part (1/2)

posted: 06/16/17

Third Person POV

Y/N was watching Supernatural and comparing their versions of angels to the real angels. They make them look kind of bad. Not physically, but in the way they act. They make angels seem like jerks. Angels in real life are kind, sweethearted, and hardworking. Angels live under "Teamwork makes the dream work." They don't go rogue. And if one decides to become human, they are turned mortal. That's it. There's no prosecution.

She was in the middle of the most recent episode when she was beginning to get hungry. There was no food in her apartment, so she opted for take out. She then realized that she hasn’t eaten in three days. She’s been trying to catch up with work and her new favorite show.

She got up and started out for her go-to quaint little restaurant. As she was walking, she couldn't help but feel like someone was watching her and following her. It's normal for angels to feel prosecuted, she reminded herself.

She felt herself slowly getting light headed. She didn’t know what was happening until her vision went blank and her body went numb.

She woke up a few minutes later to a light neon purple room. She wasn’t scared. Demons and angels are under a treaty to not hurt each other. Even though it is a temporary treaty. She shook her head to gather her thoughts. What am I doing here? How did I get here? Her stomach grumbled loudly, efficiently breaking the silence. She blushed bright red even though no one was around. Well, that’s what she thought at least.

Standing in the corner, speaking in hushed tones were two people: an older angel and a young demon. She didn’t notice them; she was too busy trying to get her feet and her brain to work together. As soon as she felt her feet wiggle, she tried to stand up. That was a mistake because as soon as her feet touched the ground and her body left the small bed, she went crashing down to the floor. She shut her eyes tight, ready to face the impact. After a few seconds, she didn’t feel the crash; she opened her eyes. There, she was face to face with the most beautiful man she had the pleasure of seeing. She was stunned at his beauty. When she looked into his eyes, she shivered. They were so cold. Is this what it’s like to be a demon? She couldn’t be too sure. Maybe it was just this particular demon. She still couldn’t help but blush. As quickly as he grabbed her, she detached herself from him. She didn’t want to seem clingy or annoying.

“Sorry,” she coughed out shyly. He loved the shy ones. He always thought they were cute. No demons were ever shy. It was always the angels. It’s why he was always single. His father prohibited him from ever even befriending an angel.

He just stared at her with his cold, calculating eyes. She was beautiful no doubt, but he’s a demon and she’s an angel. He knew he’d just ruin her. It’s better to just leave her alone. He couldn’t destroy her. She seemed so pure. She radiated innocence and pureness. She was everything he wasn’t. His dad had a reason. He also said that it’d ruin the whole demon image.

“Are you okay? Do you need help with that?” she asked him, genuinely worried about him. His heart almost melted.

“What do you mean?” he replied with a questioning look.

“You have scratches on your face and arms. May I please tend to them? It’s the least I can do after you risked your life to save mine,” she told him.

He narrowed his eyes. Was this a trick? He knew some angels were tricksters. Looks were deceiving. Just like not all demons were evil or soulless.

He reluctantly nodded his head to accept her request. He wanted to find out more information on her.

She took his arm gently and sat him down where she was previously sitting. Y/N retreated into some of the cabinets to look for a first aid kit. She was more than happy to play the nurse for him and he was more than ecstatic to have her as the nurse.

There was no denying that they were attracted to each other. Anyone with eyes could’ve seen it. But Y/N wasn’t even making eye contact and the demon boy was staring into her eyes, well as best he could. He was completely mesmerized by her eyes.

“Oh, this might sting a little. Please tell me if it’s more than you can bear. I don’t want hurt you,” she mumbled shyly.

“Wait...” he grabbed her arm before she could continue. “What’s your name?”

“Y/N. What’s yours?” he asked genuinely interested. His face was no longer as cold.

“Min Yoongi. But I guess you can call me Suga. Suga daddy if you’re into that,” he replied with a boyish smirk making her face burn red.

“O-oh. Umm... Min Yoongi. What a magnificent name. Where are you from?” Y/N asked.

He gave her a bitter smile. His eyes also reflected his facial expression. “I’m a demon. Where else would I come from?” He sounded so cold. At this point, Y/N thought that she was bothering him but she really wanted to know the truth.

She mumbled, “Well, I’m only asking because I didn’t come from heaven. I came from Earth. My memory may be hazy but I still remember my parents’ names. I’m one of the newer angels.”

That was her cover story. Whenever she was to meet someone that is not an angel, she must use a cover story.

Her eyes became glossy with tears. Before she thought he could notice, she wiped at her eyes and started cleaning his cuts. She bandaged them after disinfecting them. When he felt her touch, he didn’t even feel the harsh sting of the antiseptic. He only felt the spark that went in between them.

I wonder if she knows that demons have healing powers. I don’t know if angels do. Maybe not. That’s information I’ll guard with my life. I don’t want anyone to hurt her. He couldn’t help but want to reach out and touch her. She flinched back immediately.

“It’s okay. I won’t hurt you,” he said with a quiet voice. It felt as if this moment was intimate. He wanted it to last forever. “I should go. My father must be worried. I’ll see you around, Y/N.”

He quickly got up and walked out. “Wait,” she called out. It was quiet but powerful. He had no choice but to oblige. He quickly turned around to the sound of her voice.

She walked up to him and kissed his cheek. “I don’t think I ever thanked you for saving me. I don’t know how I can ever repay you.”

He stood frozen to the spot. His jaw was slightly slack, his eyes were widened, and he was blushing. It took him more than a few seconds to reply. He was so flustered by her mere innocent action. He finally found his voice, “You don’t have to. Thank you for bandaging me.”

He left quickly. He knew he’d be captured under her mystic spell. He left her, half heartedly hoping he would never see her again.

A few weeks passed and they longed to at least catch a glimpse of each other. It was extremely difficult but her assignment allowed her to pass by the gates of hell almost every day. At the mark of the second month, she finally met an angel friend. Well, more like the angel finally had the guts to talk to her. Every male wanted to at least speak to the beautiful Y/N.

“Hey, ummm, Y/N?” the angel asked you.

“Can I help you... umm,” she trailed off.

“Oh, my name is Kunpimook Bhuwakul, but I’m most commonly called BamBam. But you can call me anytime,” he said lamely.

Y/N let out a stream of giggles at his stupidly cheesy pick up line. She hated when people came up to her like that, but this boy made it so charmingly adorable.

“Please, leave me alone. I’m not looking for a relationship right now,” Y/N replied sweetly.

“Oh,” he blushed bright red. “But can we still hang out? I was just heading back to my apartment. We can go to the park and hang out with the other people? I don’t really have any friends and I noticed that everyone talks about you but never to you. I thought you didn’t have any friends.”

She laughed. “I never thought people even noticed me.” The thought of dating someone never crossed her mind. She only ever thought of Min Yoongi. The sweet yet cold demon boy. She would be lying to herself if she said she didn’t want to talk to him again. He fascinated her. “Yeah. I have time. I was on my way home too. Where do you live?”

“I live in downtown Seoul. I have an apartment with six other angels: Jackson, Jae-bum aka JB, Jin-young, Yugyeom, Mark, and Youngjae,” he replied warily. “Besides, it’s hard to miss the Princess and such a beautiful woman with such an attractive soul.”

“Oh,” I replied simply. He looked at me like he was expecting something. “What?” she gave him a look that basically said you’re weird.

“You’re not going to freak out or anything? You know, since you’re talking to an idol?” he questioned me like she was dumb or something.

“Wait... what’s an idol? What on Earth are you talking about?” she couldn’t help but giggle again.

“I’m in a famous k-pop group. It’s called GOT7. People usually say we have the voice of angels. Personally, I don’t hear it but I mean we are angels,” BamBam mumbled followed with a laugh. She laughed with him too.

She whipped my phone out as they neared the park in downtown Seoul. She wanted to see for herself if he was really an idol. Whatever that is she thought to herself.

After a thorough search, She found out that he really was a famous k-pop idol. she looked at him. “Wow. Impressive,” Y/N said but left it at that. In all honesty, she didn’t really care that he was an idol. He was a cool guy to hang out with and that wouldn’t sway her opinion on him. “Okay, now: let’s go make some people’s day.”

They did just that. The smiles never left their faces. The left the park as new best friends. Each was happy to have found a friend.

That night, Min Yoongi was pacing his father’s office. He couldn’t get her out of his head. He couldn’t stop thinking of her selflessness. It wasn’t just because she was an angel, literally. He was always good with reading people’s auras and hers was the most attractive he has ever felt. He knew that if given a chance to meet and become friends, he’d fall in love with her. He wasn’t sure if he was ready for that or not. His father was an understanding man, just because he was the king of hell didn’t mean he was completely heartless. He was also head over heels for a woman, a mortal woman. Let’s just say, they’ve been in the honeymoon stage for the past 25 years.

“If you keep pacing, you’ll create a draft,” his father spoke as he walked in with six other boys. His members from BTS, a k-pop group. They were known to be sinfully good looking.

“Yeah, what’s wrong, Yoongi hyung? You’ve been acting weirder for the past two months,” Jimin asked.

“Ahh! It’s nothing,” he tried to avoid it. He didn’t know the point of that. They’d eventually find out. “I can’t get this girl out of my head.”

They all cheered.

“Finally this hyung is having feelings for someone,” V input.

“What’s the problem with that? Why aren’t you happy about it?” Jin asked. “Isn’t that a good thing?”

“No. She’s a fucking angel for fucks sake! We all know that we can’t have any type of relationship. My father would be called a motherfucking hypocrite for allowing me to date an angel. It is his rule,” Suga yelled in frustration. He was close to pulling out his hair.

The room went deathly silent. You could’ve heard a pin drop. It sounded like no one was even breathing. It was completely frozen for five full minutes. No one knew what to say or do to make the situation any better.

“What’s her name, son?” his father asked.

“Y/N,” he replied in a defeated voice.

“Wow, you take the go big or go home idea really seriously, don’t you? The Princess of Heaven? Wow. You know she has to be engaged with a man by the age of 23? Guess how old she is now, hyung?” Jungkook asked no one in particular. No one answered. “She’s 22. She’ll be 23 in six months.”

Everyone looked at him. “How do you know this information?” J-Hope asked the maknae.

“Oh,” he blushed and threw a fleeting glance to Suga. “I saw her and thought she was really pretty. So, I started to stalk her.”

“I’d expect that from fucking Taehyung, but you? I thought you were the normal one of the maknae line. I guess the title falls to Jimin,” Suga told Jungkook. “You also better leave her alone. If you go anywhere near her, maknae or not, I’ll still personally kick your sorry ass.”

It got quiet again. The room was significantly colder after Suga’s outburst. His words were filled with promise, not an empty threat.

Namjoon spoke up, “You know, we do have a treaty to find a solution to... We could just settle it with a marriage. That way, they can both be under equal rule. It makes it so much easier to make this happen since she’s the Princess.”

“Set a meeting with Michael, Gabriel, Raphael, Uriel, Raguel, Remiel, and Saraqael. Those Archangels are going to get the deal of a lifetime,” the King of Hell stated as he rubbed his hands together.

Y/N and BamBam hung out regularly for three weeks straight. Soon, BamBam was starting to notice his best friend’s recent behavior. She seemed sad and distracted. Currently, they were out eating ice cream before their next assignment. She hasn’t touched the bowl once. It’s been melting for five minutes.

“What’s wrong? I’ve notice you have been spacing out way more than usual. What is it about? Can you at least tell me that? Babe, I worry about you,” BamBam told her.

“Y/N, your father and the archangels are requesting your presence immediately. It’s urgent,” your boss prayed to her before she even had a chance to respond to BamBam. Why couldn’t they call me themselves? Those archangels are so lazy.

She didn’t even get a chance to reply before the person cut her off. w0w. hOw RuDe! She thought to herself.

She wouldn’t exactly be lying if she said that some angels were actually very rude. She’s met nicer demons... like that boy. Min Yoongi. Gosh, no matter how many times she tried to block him from her mind, he just kept coming back. He made her feel things. He was caring, kind, but completely closed off. She felt as if they shared a mutual connection that she had yet to put her finger on.

“Double B, I’m not going to force you to go, but it’d be really great if you could accompany me,” Y/N told her best friend.

He smiled. “I don’t think I’ll be able to go inside, but I will walk you up to the door.”

They walked in comfortable silence. Their thoughts were consuming their beings slowly. Well, more so Y/N than BamBam. They past by a pop up shop and saw that they had friendship jewelry. BamBam got an idea.

He pulled Y/N to the shop. He walked for about five minutes before he grinned. “This is the winner.” He gestured to a simple blue, white, and black bracelet. “This means that even though I may not be with you in person, I can still be present and root for you. I’ll have a matching one.” He leaned in and whispered.

She was tearing up. “I don’t know what I ever did to deserve such a wonderful person like you. I’m so glad you’re my best friend.”

He smiled back at her, “I am too. You’re such a sweet, sensitive soul. Let’s go get this done before we’re late.”

He told the cashier what he wanted. He left Y/N there and went back. She briefly saw that he was looking at rings. Oh. Does he have a girlfriend in which he is going to propose to? Didn’t know he had it in him. I also didn’t know he had a freaking girlfriend!

Y/N was upset that he hadn’t trusted her enough to say that he had a girlfriend. It had to be after they became friends. He wouldn’t of have hit on her if he had a girlfriend. She knew her friend better than that. Hopefully.

“All done, darlings,” the cashier said with a tender smile. Double B returned to Y/N’s side in an instant with something else in hand. He quickly handed it to the cashier. She gave him a knowing smile and glanced in between the pair. Bambam casted her a confused glance and shook his head. I was confused to.

He paid for the bracelets and the other thing.

“Do you want me to put it on you?” he asked politely.

“Yeah. Please. I wouldn’t be able to put it myself,” she chuckled nervously. He put it on her carefully. He didn’t want to hurt her wrist, rip the bracelet, or pinch her skin.

She let out a bubbly laugh and hugged her friend tightly. She felt so much better. His presence was comforting. She looked at his and it was identical to hers. It had a small heart with their initials in cursive. It was the most meaningful gift she had received to that day.

They walked the rest of the way with small talk. Once they reached the gates, BamBam pulled out a small infinity ring.

“It’s a friendship ring. This is another thing that will help you remember that you are not alone and you have me. Best friends. Even though I met you like two months ago. I swear we are like friend mates.”

I grinned at him. “You’re too pure to be real.”

“Well, I am an angel. What else would you expect? I am the best person in existence.” he replied. “You can get no better than me.”

“Why must you ruin such beautiful moments?” Y/N asked him in a rhetorical manner.

“Hey, kid, you can’t come in here. It’s only for the royals and the royal staff,” one of the guards told BamBam. “Princess Y/N must go alone. Sorry. If you want, you can wait out here with me.”

Y/N shook her head. “Go back to GOT7. I don’t know how long it’s going to last. I don’t want you to wait forever. I’ll talk to you tomorrow and tell you what they want from me this time. Be safe, BB. Love you.”

“I love you more, Y/N. See you tomorrow at Mochi Cafe? Please take care of yourself. If you need me before that, call for me,” he whispered as he hugged her. Wow. This boy is truly like a brother to her.

They let go of each other and walked away to their own new destinations.

She twisted the ring that was put on her left ring finger just moments ago, out of nervousness. She was never called into her father’s business. It only happened once and it turned out okay. She just had to accompany the archangel Michael to business meetings for three months.

She finally found the courage to open the door. Meeting with the archangels was always a difficult task for her. She didn’t notice the blonde boy leave the room in a hurry. Her cold gaze was fixated on her parents. She didn’t mean for it to be cold. It just came out that way.

“Y/N, this is the King of Hell, Mr. Min. Introduce yourself,” my father demanded of me.

She nodded to the archangels and turned her attention to Mr. Min. “I’m Y/N. Please take care of me.” She bowed to him.

She didn’t notice the other six boys until her attention was brought to them by the King of Hell. “These are my boys. Not by blood, but by bond. You may know them as BTS.”

“Sorry, I only know GOT7,” she sassed back lightly.

She took a deep breath and stared at all of them dead in the eyes. She wanted to leave the drop dead silent room. She still hadn’t answered her mother’s request of introducing herself. She wasn’t going to but the silence got too much.

“Hello, I’m L/N Y/N. Please take care of me,” she said with a full 90 degree bow. Her mother looked pleased, but it quickly turned into a look of worry when she realized her daughter wasn’t happy.

“Boys, introduce yourselves,” the King of Hell demanded. So arrogant. Y/N couldn’t help but hope that the apple fell far from the tree. She couldn’t stand arrogance.

“I’m Jeon Jungkook. Unfortunately not your future husband,” he stated with a cheeky wink and a bow. He was met with a hand to the the back of his head and a harsh scolding. The rest of the boys just laughed at his misery.

“I’m Kim Taehyung, most commonly known as V,” the next one said with an adorable rectangular smile.

“Park Jimin. But you can call me Chim Chim if you want,” he said with a friendly grin.

“I’m Kim Namjoon. I go by the nickname Rap Monster, but you can call me Sex Monster. If your man ain’t hitting it right, you can always call me. I’ll leave you with a good time.” Someone also slapped the back of his head. Much harder though.

Y/N didn’t know how to react, so she remained emotionless.

“I’m Jung Hoseok. But you can call me J-Hope. I’m so excited to finally meet you,” he gushed. He’s the one that slapped the previous boy.

She gave him a microscopic smile. She turned to look at Michael with a raised eyebrow. He had this sense of superiority towards demons because he thought all of them were absolute scum. Not all demons are bad. Y/N truly stood by her belief.

“I’m Kim Seokjin or just Jin. I’ll make sure these boys are nothing but nice and friendly to you,” he was the one that hit the back of the first boy’s head.

Y/N twisted the ring on her finger. She felt her mother staring at the piece of sentimental jewelry. She caught her mother’s eye but quickly turned away.

“So, which one of you is getting married to me? Gosh I hope it’s not you or you,” she said as she pointed to Namjoon and Jungkook.

The boys looked around.

“Where did he go? Did he change his mind? Cause if he did, I’ll do it in his place,” Jungkook insisted.

“Mr. Min, where is your son? Is he still thinking about this? Look, I don’t know how you work, but I want them to actually meet before anything is signed and ready to happen. If my daughter does not like how he treats her, there is no deal. I know you need our alliance more than we need yours,” the Angel King told the Demon King.

Outside, Suga was freaking out. His usual cool demeanor was gone. He didn’t want to mess this up but he felt like he already had. He ran his hair through his hands and took deep breaths before entering the room. His nervousness was only picked up by his friends. They immediately started to tease him.

As soon as his eyes landed on Y/N, his nervousness went away and it was replaced with giddiness. That is until his eyes fell on the ring on her finger. His eyes hardened and he wanted nothing more than to ask where it came from. He was insanely jealous but he would never make it known.

“Hey, Y/N, is that from your boyfriend?” Jimin asked with a mischievous smirk. Y/N couldn’t form a coherent sentence without wanting to punch any of them.

She just stared at him. Jimin got nervous and looked away. Y/N’s eyes lit up with mischievousness but her face remained stone cold. She didn’t wanted them to know that she was actually enjoying their presence without them even talking to each other.

“Yoongi, meet Y/N. Hopefully, you’ll like each other enough to finish the deal and get married,” Mr. Min announced.

She flinched back at his words. She turned to look at the boy that was supposed to be her future husband. Her whole body froze. She could’ve sworn she was getting tunnel vision. He was all she could see and vice versa.

“Oh. I guess we won’t have to wait that long then. They’re already making heart eyes at each other. I give it at least a week and a half before they start dating for real,” Kim Seokjin whispered to his friends. Min Yoongi just went red.

“I don’t know him that well. I also doubt he’ll like me,” I said Jin. I turned to look at my parents. “May I be excused? I have to meet my best friend.”

“Yes sweetheart. Also, start making time for Prince Min Yoongi. You have to start getting to know each other. For the benefit of both kingdoms, I implore you to try,” my father directed to her.

She simply nodded and walked away towards GOT7′s dorm. She thought she needed extra pairs of ears to listen to her current situation and help her figure it out.

Min Yoongi gazed at her retreating figure longingly. He just wanted to talk to her now.

“Now, let’s have a talk. I don’t really need to have this whole arranged marriage deal. I’m only agreeing because she needs protection. Specifically from your kind. The Shapeshifters are after her. They aren’t afraid of angels, but they are afraid of demons. I don’t have the means to silence them yet. You have your own reasons as to why you want this marriage to happen. She will have to stay in your kingdom when they attack us for her. They’d never think of setting foot in your dwelling,” the Queen told the others that stayed. The archangels were dismissed when Y/N left.

Yoongi’s interest was peaked. “Why do they want her?”

“Well, they won’t rest until the arrogant Prince Luhan claims her as his. We’ve tried faking marriages, but he’s immoral. He wants her as his wife. But, it could only end in disaster. As they have soulmates. If they accept someone that is not theirs, they may go crazy. He would end up hurting my daughter and he’d hurt every species he can get his hands on. Including yours,” the Angel King said.

The King Min became more serious. No longer was this just about Min Yoongi becoming happy. It was also about the survival of theirs and all other kinds. The King of Hell was thankful that he brought this topic up. Now, he needed to make sure this wedding went through. His nereid wife  would be devastated if her kind was obliterated. He didn’t want his wife to be mourning deaths he could’ve prevented.

Everyone was stunned to silence.

“I will protect your daughter with everything I have. Everyone must live and coexist in peace. No one will die if it can be prevented,” Prince Yoongi promised.