#and you just KNOW he'd be there spilling the tea right along with them

[creative-hanyou-girl]

Honestly, this makes me WISH we got more of Inuyasha interacting with Kagome's friends after they actually met him. The idea of Inuyasha gossiping with them and getting all protective on their behalf makes me grin. Just imagine the chaos😊😊😊😊😊😊😊

They bonded while waiting for kagome

[uzumaki-rebellion]

Spinning the Block Part 1

Pairing: Terry Richmond x Officer Jessica "Jess" Sims

Warning(s): 18+, Angst, Mentions of Racial Tension.

Summary: Jess Sims attempts to pay her respects.

Word count: 3.2K

"Turned into an inconvenience

You only want me when convenient

I know that I could probably block you

But for some reason, I wanna see you

And you know I give a damn about you

You got me sittin' here thinkin' about you

And how your name triggers all my emotions

Into my eyes, into an ocean"

Normani – "Insomnia"

Jessica Sims knew in her heart she had no right to be at Michael Simmons' mother's house.

She'd driven an hour from Shelby Springs into Greenwood carrying a homemade lemon pound cake in the passenger side of her slate gray Dodge Durango. Her mother's recipe had her SUV smelling like fresh butter, sugar, and citrus.

The closer she got to the neighboring town, the tighter her fingers gripped the steering wheel, worrying if she'd see Terry Richmond again. He'd been on her mind for weeks…haunting her. She lost sleep and her nerves were so bad she had to get a prescription for sleeping pills just to function daily. Jess tried every home remedy from chamomile tea to a glass of warm milk before bed to fight insomnia.

Nothing worked.

Each night she crawled between cool sheets and stared at her bedroom ceiling, wishing things were different. Wishing she'd done things differently. Terry's smoldering sea-green eyes always came into focus, taunting her, preventing much needed rest.

When he walked into her police station to file a robbery complaint, she'd believed her department ran a tight ship. Her training had taught her to be fair but firm in following the law by the books. Chief Sandy Burnne had been her mentor, the one who recruited her straight from the police academy. She planned her law enforcement career while in college, joining the police academy a year after graduation. Her family wasn't too keen on the idea, preferring she use the hard-earned sociology degree to get a regular job and start a family like her older brothers. Jess had other plans. She wanted to be the first Black female police chief in Shelby Springs.

Wielding a badge and a gun allowed her to protect her own community. She had a certain charmed way of speaking to people that let them know not to test her, but that she'd hear them out with their problems whether they were in the wrong or right. Her excellent reputation around those parts gave her access to places that would unnerve the average person. She grew up a tomboy running around hunting with her father and brothers, physically fighting anyone who crossed her. She abhorred a bully, and that caused her problems with some of her colleagues that used their badge to sling their dicks around. Jess didn't go along to get along, but she picked her battles carefully to achieve her long-term goal: to run the department herself one day.

Men tested her all the time, and she did her job ignoring the micro and macro aggressions. Chief Burnne always had her back despite the cracker ways he tried to keep under wraps. He came from an era of uneducated Cajun rednecks filling up the department. Nowadays, there were more cops coming onto the force with education, melanin, and sometimes a vagina. A lot of old-school men didn't like that. Chief Burnne didn't either, but he accepted her and showed Jess respect when she did her job well. She impressed him, and he took her under his wing. She never revealed her goals to have his job in the future. Staying quiet, observant, and efficient worked to her advantage. Chief Burnne opened up more that way, spilling his tips on how to handle the job and people his way.

That is…until Terry Richmond showed up.

Jess misread his intentions from the start.

The second he strode into the office, she sensed a cockiness in him that smoldered beneath the surface. Most Black men in Shelby Springs were older and paunchy from a sedentary lifestyle and good Country Cookin', or lean youngsters with hustler's dreams of getting away from small town life. Terry was built strong and muscular, like a brick shithouse. He carried himself different. Spoke with controlled diction. He was a country boy for sure, but one that didn't work around Shelby Springs. She would've noticed his striking looks at the bars or cookouts broadcasting that he was living mighty fine. Employment was good with the new petrochemical plant ten miles away, and the Black community she lived in thrived with folks making good money, something that hadn't happened in over thirty years. Black folks, especially the men, being flush with cash and a pride about themselves irritated the white community. Negroes were acting a little too uppity lately. Buying new cars and scooping up property. Getting their homes built from scratch. Purchasing big fishing boats to use on Lake Tremblay. Sending their kids to college.

Tensions erupted in bars, public gatherings, and even football games at the local high school whenever white and Black people mingled in the same spaces. That's where Jess worked her magic. If she caught word of trouble brewing, she'd make a phone call to family and friends, giving a warning about police sweeps and rednecks making a commotion. The community grapevine activated and her people acted accordingly to stay far from trouble.

When it was her time to do patrols, Jess stayed visible in the white areas a lot. Her paternal great-granddaddy Adelore Seraphin was a fiery white Cajun who never married her great-grandmother, so she never gave their only child, Jess's granddaddy, his surname. The Sims family were proud Black Cajuns who turned their nose up at white trash. Adelore was considered trash because he wouldn't divorce his wife to marry Zema Sims. There was something about her Paw Paw's wife not giving him a divorce on account of them being Catholic. Granny Zema was an African Methodist and didn't give a damn about what Catholics thought about divorce. Paw Paw left that white lady and built Granny Zema a house to show that he was for real about building a life and family with her. So that's what they did. The white wife kept the marriage title, but Granny Zema kept the man.

It was a scandal, and as far as her Paw Paw was concerned, his only issue was that he didn't want that other woman to get part of his pension. She never did because she died before him, a bitter alcoholic, still screaming about the Black bitch that stole her husband. Technically, Granny Zema didn't steal him. She had him first, but back in their time, they couldn't get married because of miscegenation laws. So they broke up and Paw Paw married the white woman…and lived miserably. He started tipping out and one thing led to another. Jess's granddaddy, Hebert Sims, was born.

Jess's connection to Adelore Seraphin meant she had white Cajun relatives all up and down Shelby Springs. The kin on that side, who knew the family tree had an extra dark branch, tolerated Jess when she made patrols or answered calls of domestic disturbances in that section of town. Nothing on her screamed Seraphin except for her eyes. She had Paw Paw's discerning eyes. So did her daddy. She moved in the world like a Sims, but them pale kinfolk recognized her as the great-granddaughter of that trouble-making Seraphin behind her back. That gave Jess intimate knowledge of how outsiders perceived the proud, flourishing Black community. Trouble.

So when Terry Richmond rode his fine ass into Shelby Springs, he was already a problem before Lann clipped him with the police cruiser.

When he sat down in front of her while she typed in his descriptions of who robbed him, his tone was confident. His demeanor crafty. She was shocked that he recorded their conversation, equally shocked by Chief Burnne's sudden aggression toward him. Lann was an asshole to everyone, overcompensating for some deep-rooted male insecurity. Her first thought was that the Chief might've known something about Terry that she didn't, and she expected to be filled in on the matter. Drug couriers were a thing within small towns, and it wasn't above suspicion that drug runners would use a decoy disguise to pretend they were regular citizens going about their day. She went back and forth in her mind about Terry's reason for carrying so much cash in a backpack on a bike. It looked and sounded suspicious, especially with the drug busts they'd done a few months previously on the bridge during a police chase. She had picked up her own distant white kin at his house, the run-down place full of meth and illegal fentanyl. Opioid use was up. Drug dealers were racking up millions transporting that cash economy and product moving across state lines in Louisiana grew. Chief Burnne's own nephew had died of a drug overdose ten years ago, so anything that had a whiff of drug activity got his hackles up.

That was the hard line story they fed Jess for five years as she accepted civil forfeitures as a necessary part of police work. Portions of white and Black men from Shelby Springs and other bordering towns thrived in the drug trade. Sex trafficking, too. Her department prided itself on breaking the supply chain.

It had all been a lie.

Chief Burnne's lie. His department…his rules.

Jess had been inadvertently complicit.

A rule follower, and a staunch believer in the church of right and wrong, she turned a blind eye to activity that should've raised suspicions. Instead, she quietly looked out for her people on the domestic front, dousing potential flames of racist attacks, especially with all the MAGA crowd flaunting their bigotry and jealousy. Jess was more worried about racist attacks happening. Red necks were openly riding around in trucks carrying lynching ropes with right-wing slogans for bumper stickers. The south was always going to be the south, and America was always going to be America…the United Racists of America.

Jess literally couldn't be bothered if suspicious men passing through town carrying ridiculous amounts of cash got hemmed up. She damn well wouldn't coddle grown ass Black men if they got busted for doing crimes. Her daddy instilled in her a strong bullshit detector for her dealings with that.

"Sweetheart, Black men have to decide for themselves if they want to do right in the world. Black women can't keep the cape on forever, or come running with mops and brooms to clean up their messes. If Black women can get up every day and build up their community in the same terrible conditions as us, then they gotta stop babying these men who tear it down. There's no excuse for a Black man not wanting better for himself or his people. We done come too damn far to be the new terrorists against our own women and children."

Jess listened well. Applied it to Terry.

Something in her gut knew something wasn't right, but she didn't want to put herself out for some stranger who might've been tearing people's lives apart transporting thirty-six thousand dollars in cash. Black people always suffered the most with drug addiction and drug crime because of generational poverty and the predators who took advantage of that. Terry could've been lying to cover his ass for a drug cartel. She didn't know him, didn't know who his people were. He came into her life that day and turned it upside down. The only silver lining she clung to in the end was that she saved his life twice. Once when Officer McGill almost blasted him with a rifle when Terry dragged Marston behind a cruiser to safety. Jess slammed her hand on the weapon. McGill looked shell-shocked by the turn of events. She felt the same. Her boss had shot a fellow officer and made a speech to them all about how he would cover it up. If Chief Burnne harmed a white man that easily, he wouldn't blink twice before taking her out. The second time was when she carried out a PIT maneuver and knocked Burnne away from Terry, providing his last escape. The death of his cousin and the treatment he received in Shelby Springs were irredeemable. All she hoped for was peace in her own mind that she acted on the right side of judgement.

Jess followed her SUV's navigation system and pulled onto a street full of cars parked everywhere. She passed by Rosa Simmons' single family brick house with a large manicured lawn. Mourners milled about the front and the entrance door was wide open. After all the legal and medical inquiries, along with the criminal investigation, it took the Simmons' family three weeks to get Mike's body returned for burial.

She parked two blocks away and smoothed out her most subdued black sheath dress. It was plain and appropriate for the occasion. She carried the pound cake in a round Tupperware container and listened to her kitten heels click-clack on the narrow sidewalk. Her stomach churned, nearing the home.

"Hi..hello…hiya doin'?" she said, passing people she didn't know on the walkway to the house.

Heads nodded at her with sorrowful eyes and stooped body postures. The atmosphere inside the modest home was thick with heartache. Jess contemplated doing a pivot right back outside, but an older woman in her fifties with short-clipped hair sitting on a recliner noticed her.

Mike's mother, Rosa.

"My condolences, Mrs. Simmons," Jess whispered.

She didn't want to bring attention to herself and stepped forward, past a throng of people carrying plates of sliced ham, potato salad, and baked beans.

"Thank you for coming…oh you brought something, how thoughtful."

Rosa stood up.

"I can take that," Rosa said.

"Ma'am, I can put it with the other food."

"Mm-hmm, yes, the dining room table is right back there. Did you go to school with my Michael?"

"No, ma'am. I knew him from somewhere else. I'll put this away."

"Okay, baby. Fix yourself a plate while you're in there."

"Thank you."

Jess's eyes darted away and took in the other mourners. Her heart thumped a triple rhythm. It was best to put the cake on a table and leave. The stress of feeling like a traitor to her own wore on her nerves.

Delicious odors of soul food guided her nose to the dining room. The dining table could've buckled under the weight of so much food. Folks old and young helped themselves to fried chicken, crawfish, turnip greens, gooey macaroni and cheese, and a pot filled with smoked chiltlins.

She pushed a crock pot of brown gravy aside to make room for her cake next to a half-eaten sweet potato pie.

"Who let this woman in here?!"

A light brown woman with soft, shoulder-length curls glared at Jess, her lips curled into an angry snarl. Everyone looked at Jess curiously, wondering what was going on.

"Mama! Who let this dirty cop into our house?"

Rosa rushed into the dining room. Jess held out her hands.

"I just wanted to give my condolences—"

"You're the reason my brother is dead! Who let her in? Who?!" Mike's sister screamed.

The anguish in her voice brought tears to Jess's eyes.

"I'm sorry…everyone, I'm sorry…Mrs. Simmons…"

In her peripheral, Jess noticed Terry coming from a back room wearing a dark suit. She ran away as fast as her kitten heels could carry her. She knocked into people and brushed past other family members on her way out the door.

"Jess!"

Terry's deep baritone called to her, and she pumped her legs faster. Reaching the car, she fumbled for her key fob and unlocked the SUV. She jumped in and Terry banged on her window.

"I'm sorry I came. I didn't mean to upset your family," she said, starting her vehicle.

"Roll down your window."

His commanding eyes stared right through her. She rolled her window down partially. Wiping tears away from her cheeks, she faced her front window, unable to look at him.

"I know it wasn't easy for you to come here."

She shook her head, and a violent sob choked her throat.

"Listen…give me your number. I'd like to speak with you about all of this… at a better time—"

"No…this was a mistake…I'm sorry…I have to go—"

"Fucking bitch!"

Mike's sister threw Jess's cake on the car. The Tupperware container burst open and the pound cake crumbled all over the hood.

"Livia! Stop!"

Terry walked toward his cousin, and she ran from him toward the sidewalk. Other family members had followed them to watch the scene. Jess's stomach sank to the floor of her car.

"You did this to Mike! You goddamn greedy cops sent my brother to die and I fucking hate you! Get outta here, you murdering bitch!"

Livia picked up a heavy rock and threw it at the passenger side window, fracturing the tempered glass. Terry lifted his cousin up by the waist and carried her away. Jess drove off quickly. Cake crumbs fell away from her hood and she screeched her tires with a hasty exit.

She didn't hold back on crying, allowing her tears to wash away the shame and embarrassment.

Back in Shelby Springs, she paced the floors inside her house, drinking whiskey, and pondering her fate. Mike's burial was only the start of her troubles. Next came a lawsuit Terry filed against her department. It would probably finally bankrupt them like the last legal settlement they paid almost did. With the dashcam evidence, plus her, Summer, and Marston's testimony, Terry was sure to win a large payout. Her career was in jeopardy, and their department possibly disbanded.

She downed a half glass of Uncle Nearest whiskey and looked at her black dress. The audacity of her showing up in Greenwood thinking she could dip in and out without consequences.

Jess had to face her part in Terry's life being traumatized forever. Losing her job was a small price to pay for his lifetime of pain.

She leaned her head against her living room window in the dark and watched a swarm of fireflies do a light dance outside. Her grandfather used to say seeing fireflies brought good luck. Jess desperately needed that to be true.

Crawling into bed with her dress still on, Jess stared at her ceiling again, semi-drunk and all cried out. She thought about Terry calling out her name and running after her. He didn't sound mean or angry when he spoke to her briefly. Asking for her number surprised Jess, because…why? What could they talk about that would fix the wide valley between them? Maybe he wanted to yell at her too, get his justified anger off his chest. She deserved it.

Jess curled into the fetal position and thought of Terry. Even in mourning, he looked handsome in his suit. For the first time in weeks, she fell into a deep sleep without having to use medication.

Part 2 HERE.

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[acciocriativity]

-> | You're on the quieter side | Ateez Reaction (Maknae Line)

Context: For all of these reactions, the scenario is the same. They're hanging out as a friend group (OT8 + reader), talking about life and getting to know each other more, since reader is new around all of them as a group.

Genre: fluff

Warnings/tags: mentions of eating and drinking alcohol; mentions of shyness; chaotic and loud Ateez

N/a: First of all, I'm so sorry for how late this is, I'm on my finals so I'm slower as it gets rn.

Second of all, my requests are open!

Reblogs and comments are highly appreciated! Thank you for reading my work (^o^)

Ateez Masterlist

Hyung Line version

Choi San (최산): he'd listen to your EVERY word

Everyone knew you, you were Seonghwa's friend, and sometimes you picked him up at the dorms to hang out, since he can't drive for shit. But that night was the first time you would have dinner with them, and Seonghwa did the most to give you a good impression of his friends.

And it did work, ok? It worked for some time, until they felt comfortable enough with you to let loose, which didn't take long with alcohol involved.

But the thing about San and alcohol is that he is a lightweight, there's no sugarcoating that, and everyone knows it, one shot and he's drunk already.

He didn't even realized it he was staring at you with the biggest and most attentive shining eyes, with red cheeks and a soft smile, and honestly? It was too funny for them to stop him, instead the boys were betting on how long I'll take him to fall off his chair, since he was leaning so much to the right to see you better.

Sometimes your tone was so soft that he couldn't hear what you said, since the talking wouldn't stop. So he would wait for your eyes to meet his, and he would whisper to you: "What?", while he tilted his head to the side, blinking slowly.

And if you tried to brush it off, because it wasn't that important, he would have the biggest pout, and would keep pestering you. So in the end, you'll both have your whispered drunk conversation apart from everyone else.

It was hard not to take one or two photos of you two, Seonghwa had to find the strength within him, because it was just sooo adorable. You better be prepared to be teased relentlessly tomorrow though, he wasn't that nice.

Song Mingi (송민기): he'd treat you like an old friend

What to say about Song Mingi? Even though he can be shy around strangers, or in this case, acquaintances like you, he doesn't care enough NOT to be himself, specially when he has his friends, and some drinks around.

So there you are, thinking you'll be chilling in San's dorm for a while, drink a bit, and then go home to your night routine and 7-hour-sleep, since it's usually like that when you are only with San. But, oh you were mistaken...

If they were a chaotic group, then Mingi was the chaos himself, and he didn't have to try at all. It reached a point, where you were asking yourself why haven't you got close to him before? Oh, right. You were too shy to do that, so much so, that San adopted you as his designed introverted friend, being introverted himself. That's how you ended up where you were in the first place.

But Mingi was the opposite of that. He was loud and a tiny bit crazy, it was like there wasn't a single drop of shame in his body. You really wished to be like that someday, he got your respect really fast that night.

And although you didn't speak up much, he noticed how you were laughing along with everyone, but instead of laughing at him for his silliness like the boys were, you were laughing with him, almost tearing up as the hours went by, and that's something he truly appreciates, someone with the same sense of humor as him.

That's it, that was the moment he decided he was going to adopt you as his friend too. You didn't even noticed the moment he sat beside you on the big couch, right after leaving the kitchen with a new bottle of soju. You were distracted listening to the tea Wooyoung was spilling to everyone.

"I bet they were lying that day, and were together behind his back", he commented by your side.

You gasped, since that though didn't even crossed your mind. He laughed at your wide shocked eyes.

"There's no way, she seemes to like him so much..."

By the end of the night, the two of you were gossipping like no other. Your friendship by the end of the night seemed so natural, like it was meant to be, and guess who was pouty walking you home? Yeah, Choi San. You had to remind him he was THE best friend in your eyes.

Jeong Wooyoung (정우영): he'd make everyone listen to you

Oh, this one is a mouthy one, and he's not afraid for his life.

You were already familiar with Wooyoung, since Yeosang was an old friend of yours, so of course you met here and there, although not enough for you to outright talk to him without Yeosang. Why? Besides the fact that you were shy, Yeosang had this same phrase, almost a saying at this point, for when some of them asked to hang out with both of you.

"I have to keep her from getting her innocence destroyed by you guys, you're not a good influence", he told you what he said to San two weeks ago.

Of course, he left out the part where San called him out, since he wasn't that innocent at all for starters, but does it even matter now? They got what they wanted. You came to their dorms for a movie night.

"You, keep... all of this in control today", Yeosang emphasized the "all of this" as he gestured towards San's whole body.

"Or what?", it was San's immediate reaction as he smirked up to Yeosang.

Yeosang could only give him a death glare.

San planned to be on his best behavior already, since he already knew you were smiliar to Yeosang, but it was just SO good to tease him, he couldn't stop himself.

"Or I'll bite your arms off", Wooyoung suddenly said as he sat down on the couch by San's side.

And to further prove his point, he leaned in San's right arms and threatened to bite it.

"OK, ok, stop it", San said, while shoving Wooyoung away from him.

It ended there, and no one took note of Wooyoung's protectiveness towards you at first. It's hard to tell if he just wanted a reason to be annoying or if was genuine, you know? But it got clear as the night went on, he was like your bodyguard.

If you said anything, and for some reason they didn't hear it, since they wouldn't just ignore you, he would just...

"YAH, they were speaking", he yelled looking at Mingi, who stopped munching his pizza with wide eyes.

The first time it happened, you were caught off guard, trying to brush it off what you said yourself. But did he let you? Please, of course not.

"What were you saying?", he'd ask with such a gentle voice towards you, a little smile in the corner of his mouth, while he looked you in the eyes.

It was... different to say the least.

The more that happened, the more it became a joke whitin the group.

By the end of the night, you saved his number as "the bodyguard" on your phone, but he whined so much that you added a little white heart by the side of it, and he was pretty proud of himself.

Choi Jongho (최종호): he'd look out for you quietly (or so he thinks)

If anyone asked you what is your opinion about Jongho, you would probably lie, and say you don't know him much to have an opinion. You thought he was so cool, and so fucking intimidating, and you couldn't even tell why, but you couldn't hold his stare.

It wasn't like he was scary, none of them were, there was more chance of you being the scary one, truly. But he had that energy around him, he was just calm, collected, but also fun, knew how to entertain in a way that seemed so natural? At the same time, he didn't go out of his way to speak or anything, he chose when he wanted to say or do something. Maybe that was intimidating to you, he was self-assured. And oh God, how you wished to be more like that.

You tried to be discreet as you observed him, and the rest of the boys chaotic conversation. He was just as quiet as you at that moment, also highly entertained, with his arms crossed close to his chest.

He thought you didn't really like him or something. You were a bit hard to read, and he didn't want to make things even more uncomfortable by talking about it to you, but he really didn't get why you didn't like him, since you barely talked to each other alone.

He looked your way for a moment, as you were laughing at Hongjoong glaring at Wooyoung, while playing uno. Both you and him were out this round, so everyone could play. He chucked as Hongjoong picked up more 4 cards, he already had 10 at this point.

"Someone's gonna be dead by the end of this round, I feel it", he heard you whisper to Seonghwa, who was playing right in front of you.

He watched as Seonghwa laughed quietly, and nodded, while showing you his cards. He had a proud grin on his face, he had some good cards, and he was right beside Hongjoong.

He wanted to talk to you like that, in a free and friendly manner, but he can't make himself do it. What if you don't like him even more after it? Should he just ask you what's up? No, not in front of ev-

Jongho's mind stopped working for a second. Now, you were eyeing one of the drinks on the table, right beside him. So what does he do? He hands you one of them, of course, and takes one for himself.

It seemed like nothing to everyone, including for you, but for Jongho it was the solution.

For the rest of the night, whenever you said you want something? Jongho's got it for you. You ask for someone to grab the bottle of water for you? It's Jongho. You say you're gonna grab more snacks? He's on it. Do you suggest a movie? He's the first one to vote for it. And of course, he makes it like it's no big deal, he's being himself, but you noticed his efforts.

By the end of the night, you felt bad for the way you kind of ignored him before, so you sent him a text message after you left, baby steps, ok? Baby steps. But you apolagize, thank him, and after that you can only hope to be closer to him for now on.

[short-honey-badger]

Peppermint Tea 5

Introducing...PERONA! I love this pink haired princess. I hope you enjoy the switch ups I've done here! I wanted to try and give a little insight to everyone. Enjoy!

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Warnings! None this time!

It's only been four days, and Dracule already longs to be back on your quiet island in the middle of nowhere. Just the two of you and quiet Hank, and not the loud mouth ghost girl who had shown up at his castle and just never left. He feels a sigh bubble up and spill over for the umpteenth time today when he hears Perona screech again about…something?

He ignores her shrill voice and focuses back on the task at hand, finding his Darling the books that she wanted. Dracule has already found the seafaring and ship books he wants to give her; his home is filled to the brim with anything he may want, after all. He already knows you enjoy Botany, so he supposes he would search for those next.

Mihawk is pulled from his musing when he notices that it has gone oddly quiet. He cuts his eyes to the floating girl under his care and finds her far too close for comfort. He glares at her, face falling from whatever expression he'd been making, “What, Perona?” He demands.

The pink haired girl narrows her eyes right back at him and floats closer despite the obvious annoyance that colors his tone.

“You are what, Mihawk,” Perona squawks in his face. She glances down at the books that lay across his massive desk, “Since when do you need books about sailing? And you've been,” she grimaces, “Smiley lately. What's that about?”

Dracule's expression closes off, mouth dropping in a sneer, “I suggest you mind your own business, today, Ghost Girl,” he snaps at her and casually tucks his gifts away under his desk. He absolutely does not want Perona of all people to know about his hidden oasis away from the world. You didn't need that kind of attention.

Perona sticks her tongue out at him, “Ugh, so you are hiding something! Why don't you just tell me? Who else will I tell? It's not like Zoro is here anymore.” She laments dramatically. He watches her float up and around the room, her odd stuffed animals watching nervously from the doorway of his study.

“My business is my business,” Dracule quips and reaches for the glass of wine he'd left to air, and then takes a delicate sip. His mind wanders back to you, and he makes a mental note to bring along his favorite wine for you to try next time he shows himself.

The thought of you flushed and giggly with alcohol has him shifting in his seat.While he would never take advantage of you, he can picture you clinging to him, thick tongued as he whispered all the things he wanted from you. You listened to him so well, trusting that he would not lead you astray. Unwarranted, a smirk begins to curl his lips, and his nice day dream is shattered by the triumphant sound that Perona makes.

��See! There you are again! You don't just smile like that! It's creepy,” she makes a face at him, and Dracule can feel the vein in his forehead pulse in pure frustration.

“Get out of here before I toss you in the sea, Perona,” Dracule snaps at her, and the pink haired girl huffs in obvious disdain even as she flips herself around to float out of his study.

“Fine, Dracy. Be that way to your only friend,” Perona snips, and thankfully, one of the stitched stuffies shuts the door behind them.

Mihawk swipes a hand through his hair. He's more annoyed about himself for getting so lost in thought over some woman on a lost island. He doesn't understand why you've become so…special to him so quickly, but he's learned long ago that one shouldn't question why one wants something. You were a unique specimen, one that he wanted to know everything about. These small glimpses into your life he has gotten so far are not enough, not for one as selfish as he.

Dracule huffs to himself, “Acting like a fool,” he grumbled and sipped his wine in contemplative silence until his glass was empty. He stands from his plush seat, mind already occupied with mentally pursuing his collection of books and the ones he wanted to give to you.

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Perona catches Mihawk twice more smiling to himself and calls him out each time the next couple of days. She doesn't know what's gotten into Mihawk, but the usual stoic warlord was far more…pleasant than usual. As long as she didn't point out the way he was smiling to himself, that is.

She looks through the odd arrangement of books on his desk when he is gone, frowning to herself at the array of sailing and Botany books. There is even one about the many species of animal that make the Grand Line their home. These aren't the kind of tomes that Perona sees him reading, and it has made her very suspicious.

She drops the books with a wrinkled nose and floats back in the air, “What are you hiding, Dracy,” she hisses to herself and glares at his desk as if had all the answers in the world.

Perona sighs and then fixes the desk, hiding the books from sight and leaving before she is caught by the owner of the castle. She'd hate to see if he actually went through with his threat.

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The weeks that you are alone on your island are long. Longer than long, you think. It's been nineteen days since Mihawk left, you know, because you keep careful track of when to rotate your drying racks for your herbs, and the departure has left you more…despondent lately. You try your best to ignore the cold that constantly surrounds you without your mysterious friend.

Were the two of you friends? You didn't really know. You've never been involved with someone before, especially not with someone so unique and interesting as Dracule. It's rare that someone washed up on your tiny island, and when they did, they usually tried to rob you after you tried to help them.

You sigh and sit up in the sands of the shore that faces west, the way Hawkeye had gone when he left. You wonder when he'll come back, and you blush when you think of all the things he might want to do with you next. That kiss the morning before he set sail had been mind-numbing. You liked the way he took control of your life, enjoyed it when he looked at you with those piercing eyes, and ordered you.

A big shaggy body shoves between your arms suddenly, and you snicker as Hank tackles you back down. Even with the distraction of your shaggy pup, your thoughts still linger on the yellow eyed man.

“Look at me, Hank!” You bury your face in his fur, “All I can think about is him kissing me!” You whail and your thoughts instantly turn to the way his tongue had slid in your mouth, headless of you just waking, “I sound like someone from one of those books,” You huff in frustration and rise, wiping hair away from your face when the wind suddenly whips around you.

Something shadow's you from the warm sun, and you squint up to see what had interrupted your rant to Hank. Your mouth runs dry when you see none other than the man your brain hasn't been able to keep quiet about.

Dracule smirks down at his sweet oasis, who stares up at him with big eyes and lips caught in her teeth as if afraid to speak up. He reaches out for her, warm hand sliding along her jaw, and thumb tapping the lip between her teeth. You open your mouth, and Mihawk smooths the pad of his thumb over the abused flesh.

“I believe I heard you saying something about a kiss?” Dracule questions, and you are caught in his ring-eyed gaze. He raises a brow when you nod, and you remember the last time this happened.

“I was, maybe thinking about the kiss from that morning,” you say, voice rough in embarrassment as you try to look anywhere but at Mihawk. His grip tightens, and your cheeks burn as Dracule forces you to look at him, proving any attempts mute.

The warlord chuckles, a dark rumble deep in his chest that has your toes curling in anticipation, “Well then, Dear One. I'm here now. There is nothing stopping you from taking what you want.”

@writingmysanity @djbumblebee @goth-mami-writer @kenkenmaaa @foggyturtleknightangel @browneyedhufflepuff

[glassrowboat]

🎲 i wish for a good kiss Prompt

Let Me Help. Baizhu.

Prompt: 30. Kiss to the hand

Word count: 1,700+

His hand was shaking. Trembling under the effort to keep his arm up in the air, like it was the greatest war of the century, he was fighting. Would people shout, fill the air with their screams as blades, unlike the one he was holding, clashed?

“I can help,” you offered, hand outstretched to take the razor away from his grip. To free him of the blade you have been questioning since the moment he picked it up.

A part of you was expecting it to slip out of his grasp, to fall to the floor with a clatter, but it still came to no surprise Baizhu tried to hold it as tight as he could. Or, rather, as tight as he could right now.

“I am fine, my petal.” Baizhu insisted.

“Truly?”

For a moment, Baizhu didn't say anything in response, lips pressed together in a thin line as he no doubt mulled over what words he'd pick out this time.

If he would say any at all.

Most likely because he didn't want to, not when all that would come out of him was another lie. Fibs, he liked to call them, like that made it any better. A habit of his that had started far too many fights whispered under both your breaths in an attempt to make sure Qiqi stayed asleep as heated words passed in the middle of the night. Her head nestled into a pillow, completely unaware of you pleading for Baizhu to stop lying to you. To himself.

He opened his mouth again, mouth agape as he decided on the words: “I can manage this.”

In the end, he was still lying to himself.

“Fine.” You said, taking a step back to allow him some room to breathe. It wasn't far, but the thought of leaving him like this just because you were upset was imprudent. And far too cold.

Baizhu went back to what he was trying to do before. Razor in hand as he stared at the mirror, reflecting back the stubble dotting his chin and current sickened state. One you knew he hated to see.

To let you see.

It had been a big deal- still is, actually- when Baizhu first let you into the backroom during one of his episodes. Not even Qiqi was allowed to see him in this state for more than a few seconds as she brought him trays of tea and occasionally lotus shoot soup. His eyes would be hollow behind those golden glasses, sweat covering his skinny form as he shook in place, lips tinted in a red that you knew was anything but lipstick as he tried to manage a smile for you.

At the time, you wanted to hiss at him to stop with the act, but you knew better. The act was, sometimes, the one thing keeping him together.

So you kept your mouth shut that first time you saw him coughing up blood into the bucket he kept by the bed. Bit your lip until you were sure it was raw as you watched. You could do nothing but be there for him. Hand running along his back, pulling Baizhu's hair out of the way, helping him drink the tea so there was the taste of something pleasant on his tongue as you whispered about how would make it through this.

Sometimes, you thought you were a liar yourself when those words were spilled.

“It's rare for you to see me unshaven, isn't it?”

For you could never know when Baizhu had fully reached his limit until it was too late.

“It is.” You agreed. Voice short and curt even as you told him you can help.

Tentatively, he lowered the razor. Having looked up at you for a moment before shaking his head. “You still knick your own legs, my dear.”

“That hasn't happened in like a month.”

With a huff, you looked back over at the sleeping snake, all curled up in a coil of her own making as she tried to recover from the long night. Unlike you, she didn't have the luxury of getting to pass out as Baizhu coughed and wheezed. Even then, he still tried to run his hand through your hair, easing you as Changsheng kept him stable the entire night long.

A hypocrite you wanted to call him. Just like how you want to tear that contract of his to shreds. To toss it out into the rocks right outside the pharmacy like the world's worst confetti every time he uses a power that would have him stuck inside paying the price.

He was far too generous. With his time, with his effort, with his very own life, for Baizhu was a man who would tear off pieces of himself and give them out with a kindly smile.

Philanthropic to a fault, but that was part of the reason you fell in love with him in the first place.

That day, the patient had walked away with a pep in their step, and Baizhu had fallen into bed.

Just as it always went.

Cut from your own thoughts with a startle and a small gasp you looked down to find Baizhu had reached out to you. Holding onto your ring finger to trace over the jade wrapped around it, a snake motif etched into the stone that was currently hidden behind his thumb as it traced over the pattern. “Petal?”

“Yeah, wifey?”

You couldn't help the grin that came from you as he laughed. His joy always proved infectious even if it was cut off by a loud and sudden cough.

Whispers of apologies came from you as you fetched him a glass of water. Raising it to his lips and you helped Baizhu drink down what he could even as shaving cream got on the rim of the cup. It matters little, anyway. Having to spare some time to clean it up was nothing compared to what he went through for others.

“Sorry, Bai, I know better than to make jokes when you're like this.”

“It's quite alright.”

“No, it's-”

“But my petal, ‘wifey?’” He hummed. Even when his voice was hoarse and broken from every wretch, it truly had such a melodic nature to it. “We're not even married yet, and you're already calling me such a lovely name?”

“Please, it suits you.”

“And shall I call you husband?”

“Well…” Just the image of Baizhu coming up behind you in the pharmacy as he works, trying to maneuver around behind you with a jar full of dried herbs in hand and a kiss being pressed to your forehead as he says ‘excuse me, husband’ certainly did something to you. Even if that something was just amuse you. Surely, those on the older side lingering around would raise a brow at the sight.

“Just drink your water.”

Leaning against the counter, the corner of the material pressing into your rear, you looked back down at the floor. Staring down the scuffs in the polished wood. Something so beautiful that has been torn apart, shaped into what was demanded of it. The wood didn't have a choice, but he did.

Baizhu always did.

“Did anyone drop off any shoutao bao this morning? Last week, there was some in the usual stock of gifts left right outside, and I must admit to craving-”

Just like he was choosing to distract you. To make it easier for you to stand here with him.

“You can't eat like this. We both know that.” You huffed, only to regret it a second later. A sigh “Look. Just…Cmon Bai.”

Baizhu pulled the razor away from his face. Only one line had been dragged across his chin, and it had taken the time of this entire conversation for him to gather enough strength to do so without risking cutting his skin. The silver shining in the low light of the lanterns. “You are just as stubborn as I am.”

“What's that Liyuan saying again?” You asked, mainly to yourself even if it caused Baizhu to glance over at you. “Dead ducks and something something.”

“‘Dead ducks’ is the full term. Though, to so readily imply I am beyond help isn't very nice.”

“Then prove me wrong.”

Grabbing his hand, you pulled the razor away, letting it rest on the counter for now. One can't plead their case if they feel they need to watch for any mishaps or slip ups. Now, can they?

“If I even knick you in the slightest, you can bring this very moment up to me and be like: ‘my oh so precious darling fiance, do you not recall what happened last time?”’

“Your accent is coming along, my petal. Give it a bit more time, and you might even sound like you truly do hail from Chenyu Vale.”

“I need it for every time I mock you.” You said with a scoff.

Raising Baizhu's hand to your lips you press a kiss to the center of his palm. To his fingers. To the spot right over his pulse. All while Baizhu watches, lips quirked up every time your lips met his skin. ‘I love you’ is repeated between each gentle kiss. Trying to give him all you could in this quiet hour that only you shared before he turned around and passed his own life out like candy. Again.

“You would normally call this guilt tripping or bribing if I pulled the same thing.” Baizhu pointed out.

“That's,” another kiss, “because when it comes from you, it is.”

There was silence for a moment, just your breathing his short gasps for air, but it was interrupted all too shortly as you could hear the sound of the razor against the counter again as its picked up. Sliding over that smooth surface for only a moment. You were about to take it back, snatch it, and hold it out of arm's reach, but he was already speaking before you could interject.

“Then this once, my dear. However-”

“If I do knick you, you'll hold it over my head for months?”

There was that grin again, teeth poking out from his chapped lips. You'd have to urge him into drinking more water soon enough. The little he got down clearly wouldn't suffice, but for now, all you could do was hold the blade to his skin.

Trust was such a hard thing for you two, having to work around lies and wishful thinking on both your ends. It was something to work on. Built day by day like a house being slowly erected. Walls being raised to stand tall, windows to be put in, insulation, a roof. But first, you have to start from the ground up, and you swiped the razor along his skin for the first time.

“So, wifey?”

“Baizhu, I swear to Morax, you better shut up and let me work.”

[generic-sonic-fan]

Blaze x Omega headcanons

Omega's used to using his dictionary banks to flex but when Blaze unironically uses the word "ignoramus" to describe Eggman he falls in love right then and there.

They love competing, and I mean LOVE competing. Omega is, y'know, and Blaze is a competitive motherfucker who normally doesn't get to jeer or taunt at her opponents but with Omega she knows she can never go to far. They shit-talk each other the entire time. It's one of their love languages I promise.

(When they have to hide their relationship they disguise themselves as Shonen-style rivals lol)

Blaze can bend the flames from Omega's flamethrowers to make them more powerful. It's easier for her to intensify his flames than it is to crank up her own flames to that level, so it's a fantastic combo.

Omega! is! so! interested! in how her flames work!!! He's taking all sorts of measurements all of the time and encouraging her to test out her limits in a way she never was before. "YOU CAN PRODUCE FLAME FROM YOUR PALMS, BUT CAN YOU EXHALE THEM FROM YOUR MOUTH? WHAT ABOUT SHOOTING THEM LIKE LASERS FROM YOUR EYES?"

(After a lot of practice and encouragement, she figured out how to breathe fire like a dragon and he thought it was the coolest fucking thing!!)

She loves hearing her after-battle stats from him. It's another one of their love languages <3

And off the battlefield, she just really enjoys his attention to detail. There's so many small things that he catches on a day-to-day basis. "THIS IS THE THIRD TIME YOU HAVE TRIED THIS BLEND OF TEA" or "TOGETHER WE HAVE KNIT 3,687 STITCHES ACROSS ALL OUR PROJECTS THUS FAR."

She, meanwhile, isn't quite as vocal or exact with her attention to detail. Mostly, she likes giving gifts, but only on the down low. She'll leave his favorite brand of polish on his desk for him to use, even though he normally insists that he "HAS NO PREFERENCE". She'll grab a pretty rock that he found but refused to take with him because he has "AN IMAGE TO MAINTAIN" and sneak it to him after the mission.

Rouge opens the closet in Omega's room because she's trying to find the vacuum and out spills a veritable shrine of little trinkets and doodads he's collected from Blaze. Action figures and collectable keychains in the shapes of tanks or missiles and all of the other things that catch his attention but that he'd never buy for himself because he "DOESN'T NEED IT".

I know I've been writing fluffy headcanons about what they like about each other, but do not get me wrong- they are terrible at saying out loud what they love in each other. They don't verbalize it very often. It's more of a comfortable silence between them.

Okay I lied about the silence part- there's a LOT of infodumping in this relationship. Blaze knows so much more about weapons than she expected and Omega knows more about tea and her favorite books than he knows what to do with. Love language :)

They don't dance but they do spar with enough accuracy and artistry that it's an art form in and of itself.

They cannot stand each other's taste in movies.

But they are willing to exchange music recommends to get outside of their comfort zones. Blaze has discovered that screaming along with Linkin Park is oddly therapeutic. Omega has discovered that Sol jazz has all sorts of funky time signatures that are fun to decipher, even if it is a little slow for his tastes.

[itstokkii]

All these anons just make me want to talk about Turkey more. What are your favorite Turkey headcanons? Personally I love to think that Sadik writes poetry in his spare time, and is very, very good at it.

As someone who ships Turkfra because of how fascinating the history between France and the Ottoman Empire is (Franco-Ottoman alliance) I like to think that they would both really bond over each other’s rich poetry culture. Not to mention their rich cuisines. Maybe they cook together in the evenings, or take turns cooking and surprising each other with elaborate dinners.

Youre so right

aph turkey hcs

- physically he's around 180cm, perhaps he had visible muscles during the ottoman empire period but he's mellowed out now and let a little softness take over his form. He put on a little bit of weight bc he's a sweet tooth but it fluctuates from time to time.

- definitely keeps cat treats in his pocket for the stray cats of istanbul!! and when he fishes he leaves a portion for the cats to eat!

- while he is a cat person and owns cats(one of them is named tombili 🥺), he also owns a few dogs too! he probably gets along with germany on that part(maybe korea? though korea owns the cute fluffy tiny dogs that feel the need to eat your face off when it makes eye contact with you).

- is a man of the kitchen. aside from cooking the most banger meals, he dabbles in tweaking recipes or creating new ones altogether! ive seen enough turkish dessert accounts on instagram to know he'd make a bomber cake with coconut shavings, or a pretty good custard.

- the coconut shavings are important btw they're like on every single homemade turkish chocolate cake for some reason??(source: baby tokki grew up with a lot of turkish family friends)

- sorry i have to do this but...he has mediocre drip 🥲 sometimes he dresses like your average old man or middle aged dad and then sometimes it's so obvious that he's trying to dress like the youngsters.. he def has his knockoff Adidas tracksuits and they always come in clutch

- he's not an old man however. he was born as one of the many tribes running around in the seljuk era before he eventually became the ottoman empire. physically...around his mid 20s to early 30s?

- and cuz he has turkish dad vibes...he regularly watches soccer games. like he lays down on the couch elbow propped up eating pistachios as he watches soccer in a Galatasaray shirt(actually turkish fans of hetalia pls tell me who hed be a fan of bc I don't regularly watch turkish soccer)

- regularly plays volleyball!

- life of the party at weddings tbh, especially those rural ones

- very hospitable! he'll arrange a table full of treats and black tea for you and won't take no for an answer as he brags about how hospitable he is.

- when you're at his house DO NOT EVER suggest getting takeout. he will stare at you with a >:0 face

- WILL spill the tea over tea. man's got enough connections to tell you abt who's cheating on who etc. while he has his whole spread of treats and black tea out he'll keep you up on everything. when he goes "Ok so basically" that's when you brace yourself because OH BOY is someone in a secret relationship with someone else and that person you'd always assumed was super shy actually sprinkled salt on their ex's backyard

- the ac in his istanbul apartment keeps breaking(good luck with that man 😔)

- that's why in the summer he spends a big chunk of his paycheck on icecream. bro makes sure to always have icecream stocked on him at all times(just like me fr !!). he'd even eat it in the winter he loves it that much.

- also at the same time he drinks hot tea in the 40-50 degree summer as well, another win for the turkuzbek fans !

- big into architecture, and back in the day it was custom to write a poem to commemorate a new building. he definitely wrote a few but spent forever thinking about how to write it and pissed a lot of people off because they were waiting for the poem lol

- i actually really like fraturk's dynamic! because theyve got a lot of history together, it would be terrible to ignore. i think they have definitely gotten together during the Franco-Ottoman alliance lol.

- one time the french wanted to flex on austria × spain by going "oh yeah??? well we got turkey!!" and commissioned a huge super ornate crown to gift to suleiman the great. see the funny part about this is um. the turks didn't wear crowns. so suleiman never wore it lol

turkey, holding the crown: uhmmmm... wall decoration I guess?? this is awkward

- the name "turquoise" comes from the French "turkish" to describe the gem. i guess that's a fraturk win??? since we all associate that color with turkey now

- they'd probably try to one up each other with the dinners they cook! (can france handle lahmacun??? tune in later today at 11pm to find out !!)

- coffee guy x tea guy with the whole parisian coffee culture and turkish tea culture thing. (except I mean. turkish coffee also exists so)

- I wanna think france tries to help turkey with his drip situation but. turkey always got that inner middle aged dad in him it's not going anywhere

- bulgaria likes going to turkeys place cuz the stuff there is dirt cheap ~~~~!!! rip the lira you would have loved economic stability

- speaking of bulgaria, bulgaria greece and turkey argue a lot over who invented yogurt. turkey thinks he's got a stake in it because of the etymology of yogurt(yoğurtmak), but like the bacteria to make yogurt is called lactobacillius bulgaricus, but everyone thinks of greek yogurt...yeah you can see why they're all arguing

- speaking of arguing he's ratioed saudi a couple times on twitter lol

- he also posts those ironic turk/turan copy pastas as well

- egypt kinda doesn't like him. during the ottoman empire turkey launched egypt to suppress arab revolts like a pokemon.

*putting down fingers* "the greeks don't like us, egypt doesn't like us, saudi definitely doesn't like us....bulgaria likes us cuz we're a cheap travel destination for them..." - my turkish business teacher in highschool, 2023

- gets along well with korea(uhoh BIAS incoming !!!) due to their history beginning from the korean war. the turkish brigade was the only military unit that built a school for korean orphans. there's a story of a soldier taking care of a korean orphan, but he wasn't able to adopt her. they were separated for years after that until one day they reunited. they'd also suffered the third most losses in the war. that's why we call turkey our "older brother country."

- there's even a turkish culture center in seoul(which baby tokki went to a lot lol). recently turkish kaymak has been trending since one of the top korean celebrity chefs paik joongwon visited turkey a while back to try food. people have been traveling to turkey to go to the exact stores and try those foods as well. there's a lot of kebab shops in korea! the turkish presence in korea was the starting point to accommodate muslims in korea as well.

- all of this to say korea and turkey have a mutual admiration and korea definitely calls turkey oppa or hyung. korea also tries to get him to change his drip but NOTHJNG CAN DEFEAT THE STEADFAST TURKISH MIDDLE AGED MAN RAAAH 🇹🇷🇹🇷🇹🇷

- I've said it before I'll say it again: turkey cannot hold a normal conversation with mongolia because he'll always go "OH MY FELLOW NOMAD STEPPE ALTAIC BROTHER HOW ARE YOU DOING!!!" what???

- same with the central asians tbh given their nomadic history as well. he was the first nation to recognize all of their indepences fom russia. he gets along with turkmenistan a lot because they're the closest languages to each other(both in oghuz family) and a lot of turkmens go to turkey to study at their universities! the governments quite stagnant with their policies however, so turkey's having a hard time convincing her to join the turkic council as a full time member. they give me a gojo and megumi vibe for some reason lol

- kazakhstan 🤝 turkey: both having the asian/european identity crisis

- in terms of first meetings, the kazakh khanate and ottoman empire first established diplomatic relations in 1713, and along with uzbekistan, tried to seek turkey's help in the face of an expanding russian empire.

- nowadays, turkey and kazakhstan are the ones to both try to stir up that regional/turkic unity among the central asians. they've gained some small wins along the way lol. in fact, turkey, kazakhstan, and kyrgyzstan were the founding members of the turkic council! kazakhstan admires all that turkey's doing for them but sometimes thinks he's too cocky. actually all the central asians think he's cocky to certain extents lol

- bro gets along a little better with hungary now and that could be because of the whole "huns=turkic?" debate resurfacing in hungary which is why they somehow landed a spot in the turkic council as well???

uzb kaz kyrg turk azer @ hungary: white woman jumpscare,

- he and hungary regularly bother prussia whenever they're in germany lol

- scraps w the netherlands bc tulips come from him!!! not from Licorice Man!!!!!

- fluctuating relationship with iran over the years

- was a fanboy of iran during the seljuk empire until she joined the khwarazmian empire(uzb's mom lol) and then he hated her

- also close with: azerbaijan(who may or may not be his number one fanboy), japan

Here's everything I could squeeze out of my brain lol hope you like it!!

a good chunk of these hcs are by @peonycats and @hetalia-fannn btw!! sorry for not initially crediting u guys i forgot 😭

[twisted-art-wounders]

YGO AU: Breaking the Seal 05

Chapter 5 Awakening

Yugi gets a reading about his future, He and Yami find and release a powerful new ally.

Out in the middle of the ocean stood a lone island; with a large temple at the top of a spiralling mountain. Inside the temple at an alter stood three large snake mouths open and waiting for the arrival of the three Egyptian God Cards to be held inside of them. Dartz knelt down dressed in his white and blue robes he only wore them inside the temple. Around his neck hung a medallion with the seal of Orichalcos engraved into a green gems centre. He smirked as he held out his hand, a small white orb floating in it.

“Yugi Mutou…vessel of the Nameless Pharaoh, I'm intrigued with your power to pass through the seal and break it…”

Dartz watched the small orb as it bounced in his palm not knowing where to go.

“While you did manage to break the seal it took a piece of your soul along with it. Luckily for you I saved it.” Dartz stood up and walked down the steps of the alter heading to the centre of the temple, on the ground small candles soon lit up one by one.

“A soul as powerful as this one that can hold the soul of the great Pharaoh of Egypt…You will be an asset to our god. But first you need to join us.” Dartz closed his eyes as all the flames in the temple dimmed their lights, below him the circle of small candles flames grow stronger all in a pattern that matched the Orichalcos star.

“That shard of the orichalcos you hold serves as my connection to your dreams…” Dartz held up his medallion and placed the small orb over it, the gem glowed a bright green and the small orb sank into the gem.

“I will make you see the light Yugi. You will join us and with your power by my side the Pharaoh and the other legendary duelists will be sacrificed to our god!”

The glowing circle grew more powerful as a beam of light shot up and out of the temple into the sky. The sky above started to glow and shimmer as an aurora stretched out all around the world and over Domino city.

“It is almost time to open the gate… Great Leviathan.”

-- Yami managed to clam himself down and after a shower, he walked out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel around his hair in a robe with slippers. He'd hoped to make it to the bed room quickly before being caught off guard by Yugi's Mother who stood in the hallway close to the door.

“Yugi.” She said.

Yami froze then turned to face her, he wasn't sure what to say to her so he answered “Y-yes?”

“I brought you some tea to help settle your stomach!” She then held out a tray with a mug on it, warm steam rose up form the piping hot liquid inside.

Yami was nervous, he wasn't sure what to say to her so he smiled and answered again

“Oh uh thank you…Mom…” he said nervously hoping he was using the right name; Yugi did call her Mom right?

Worried she held the plate a little lower now to better speak to him.

“You know… I was going to catch the train to see your dad tonight, but if you're still feeling unwell I can cancel and stay here tonight. I can always go in the morning…” She came closer and raised a hand touching his shoulder gently, which made Yami jump back a bit. This shocked her making her almost spill the mug on the plate. She had just enough time to steady herself again, she looked at her son surprised by his reaction towards her.

“No! Don't! don't do that-” Yami was scared of the mug spilling or was he afraid of being touched? He wasn't sure but once he saw the look in Yugi's Mother's eyes he quickly corrected himself.

“No Mothe-Mom don't stay for me! Fath-Dad hasn't seen you in a long time, you need to go to him!” he gave her a soft smile and stepped closer to her taking the mug form the plate.

“Thank you, but I'll be alright.” Yami smiled and blew on the mug before taking a quick sip, it was hot just like tea.

She was still shocked form his actions but then again he was in a robe and towel a very vulnerable situation to catch someone in. So she sighed giving in; she knew something was up with her son, but Yugi had a tendency to keep things to himself. Sadly she was used to her son being more closed off, faking a smile to make others feel better.

“Okay Yugi, but if there is something wrong…you can tell me or Grandpa okay?” She then leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. “We're here for you…”

Yami blushed he'd never received a kiss like this before, it felt…good? He wasn't sure what to feel right now, but he needed to answer.

“Y-yes…If there's a problem I'll let you know.” was all he could let out.

“Alight then, have a good night Yugi.” Mrs Mutou smiled as Yami opened the door of his bedroom

“Good night…Mom.” he said softly

Closing the door behind him Yami breathed a sigh of relief; as he clenched at the chain of the puzzle around his neck, looking up at the ceiling of the bed room again. After finishing the tea he was in Yugi's blue pyjamas and found himself in Yugi's bed once more. He touched the cheek that Yugi's Mother had kissed; he thought to himself about his forgotten past.

Did he have a Mother? Did she kiss him tenderly like that to show much she loved him? His partner was so lucky to have a family who cared for him so much.

How long was he going to have to keep up this act? How long did he have to keep pretending nothing was wrong to Yugi's family…

“Yugi…” he spoke softly “Please, be okay.”

He turned over and faced the wall again, his eyes became heavy as they finally closed.

--

Dartz and Yugi had sat back down on the fountain's ledge; Yugi sipped a cup of tea that Dartz had prepared for him, he told him it would help cleanse him and keep him clam. It seemed to be working Yugi was feeling more relaxed after his panic attack earlier.

Yugi had removed his jacket fully placing it beside him as he looked down at his shoes tapping the tips together a bit. He feet never could quite touch the ground, the fun of being short as it was. Dartz on the other hand was quite tall, very commanding yet somehow gentle at the same time. He sat beside Yugi with his leg crossed over his knee resting both hands on top of said knee.

“Yugi, in order to heal from the trauma of a past event; it can sometimes help to see that the trigger to such an event will not harm you at all. I know you are skeptical when it comes to Tarot but I think it may help you deal with your fear of the future.”

Yugi swallowed hard and nodded placing the tea cup down beside his jacket “If you really think this will help me…then I'll try it.”

Dartz smiled and pulled out the deck once more “Now then take the deck.” He offered the cards to Yugi who nervously reached for them, his hand shock a bit before he finally tooking the deck into his own hands.

He touched the top card brushing it with his fingers it was smooth just like any other card he'd handled in the past but he swore he could feel a kind of energy coming form them as well.

“Good, you see it doesn't hurt does it?” Dartz asked the boy who shock his head 'no' making Dartz smile again.

“Now You're going to give yourself a basic 3 card reading, so I need you to shuffle the cards as you do concentrate and ask the deck a question but you don't have to tell me what you ask it.”

Yugi nodded and started to shuffle the cards; it made him a little more relaxed since this was something he always did before a duel. But now it was with different cards and he figured in order for them to answer him he must trust them, the same way he and the other Yugi trust their deck during a duel.

Closing his eyes he keeps on shuffling and he he asks the cards

//Please cards…I need to know what to do! What path do I need to take to help the other me?//

He finally stopped and looked down at the deck again before looking to Dartz waiting for directions.

“Now that you've shuffled your question into the deck it is time for the reading; take the first card at the top of the deck and place it to your left this is the the Past. Then take another card and place it in the middle this is the Present, and finally the third card goes to your right that is the Future.”

Yugi did as he was instructed and placed the first card to his left side followed by the second and finally the last card sat on the right.

“Good now place the deck down and turn over the left card.”

Yugi nodded and did as he was told; once he flipped the first card he saw it read “Death” The card art showing the grim reaper.

“D-Death? Does this mean I'm going to die!” Yugi looked up to Dartz in a panic, Dartz calmly answered with a slight chuckle.

“No of course not Yugi, this is a card in the past! It just means there are things in your past you need to let go of. ”

“oh! right!” Yugi let out a breath in relief.

“Don't worry many people wrongfully associate this card to mean their own end, but rarely is that correct. Don't be afraid, now turn over the middle card.” Dartz said pushing Yugi forward.

Yugi did as he was told and turned over the next card it said “The Tower” the art art showing a tower on fire and two figures falling form it.

“This can't be good can it?” Yugi looked at the card sadness in his voice.

“The Tower in your present represents danger or crisis, destruction or even sudden change…” Dartz trailed off.

“The monsters appearing, the tablet at the museum freezing over, those biker guys who stole the god cards…it's all adding up.” Yugi looked to Dartz worried,

“Yes, it looks like all of these events are connected. Hopefully the final card will hold the answer.”

Dartz then gestured to the final card.

Yugi was scared he didn't know what the future would hold would there be more disaster? death? Oh what horrid things would await him now? His hand hovered over the final card he was so scared to even touch it now! His hand shock in fear it was just like in his first duel against Kaiba, he- no the other Yugi was afraid to draw the card and now he was afraid again.

“It's going to be okay Yugi, you need to face the future no matter if it shows darkness or light. You must face it!” Dartz told him very sternly almost like a command.

Yugi swallowed hard, he knew Dartz was right he couldn't run form this anymore he had to face it no matter what! Closing his eyes tightly he flipped over the final card, opening one eye he saw it read “The Chariot” the card art showing a man in a chariot being pulled by both black and white horses.

Dartz smiled “Ah the Chariot! It is about overcoming conflicts and moving forward in your future!”

Yugi's eyes lit up when he heard that, suddenly all his fears and anxiety were at rest, the future looked bright for him at last.

“So things will be okay? We're going to stop the evil? We're going to fix it all?” Yugi looked at Dartz again hoping wishing this was the truth.

Once again smiling Dartz nodded “Indeed; Once you let go of the pain of the past, the horrors your facing right now in the present, will be gone once you take a journey of course. That is also what the chariot can represent.”

“A Journey? Like and adventure or a quest?” Yugi asked.

Dartz shrugged his shoulders a bit “It can be interpreted as such, remember this is basic reading to answer your question. This is just my interpretation of how the cards answered you. Deep down only you have the answer.”

Yugi looked at the Chariot card again and smiled holding the card close to his chest now.

“I want to believe in this future…” Yugi said putting all his hope into the card. “I want to believe we're going to be okay…”

“That is all one can do.” Dartz placed a hand on Yugi's shoulder giving him some reassurance.

“Now that is all for tonight, I think you need to get some rest.” Dartz let go of Yugi's shoulder and got up form his seat.

Yugi nodded then collected the cards again, he made sure to put them back in a nice pile before handing them over to Dartz. But the man didn't take them he simply placed a hand over the deck then pushed it towards Yugi.

“No, keep them as a gift form me.” Dartz smiled warmly his green and golden eyes glimmered giving off an hypnotic wave that flowed over Yugi, making him freeze but also pay close attention to his words almost like a command.

“Keep them close to your heart, that way you know inside you will always hold the answers.”

Yugi nodded and held the deck close to his chest just over his heart, he smiled and said “Of course, Thank you, Dartz!”

“Anytime my friend.” Dartz got up picking up the watering can he placed down.

Yugi got up and put his jacket back on keeping the deck close to him, then remembered “Uhh…I'm not really sure how to leave this place? I think I just sorta woke up before.”

Dartz paused and said “Oh that's very easy, just click your heels together and say 'There's no place like home'.”

Yugi looked at him and answered flatly “Are you joking?”

Dartz chuckled a bit. “Not really, you don't have to click your heels but you do need a say a similar phrase and concentrate on your waking mind, where you want to be.”

Yugi blushed but he still did what the man said and in his mind he said //There's no place like…home, There's no place like home, There's no place like home…//

And soon enough Yugi was gone like a puff of smoke, whisked off back to his waking mind. Dartz stood with his hands behind his back; fishing through his back pocket he pulled out a golden key with the symbol of the Millennium puzzle on the key face. Looking towards the greenhouse in one of the many windows, fluttering in front of the glass were the 4 colourful butterflies form Yugi's last visit.

They where trapped inside and trying desperately to escape, the blue one especially; it was smacking against the window as hard as it could but being a small and fragile creature it only bounced off with each blow. Dartz watched them with a twisted and cruel grin on his face, his tapped the key against his palm before placing it back in his pocket.

“You will not interfere again, Pharaoh.”

Just like that Yugi found himself in his soul room surrounded by toys and other child like objects, in his hands the deck Dartz had giving him.

“Cannot believe that actually worked…” Yugi chuckled

He decided to honour his new friend's wishes and placed the deck down on the ground to 'keep it in his heart'. He headed towards the door and opened it hoping to speak to his other self when he head a voice calling out to him.

Help me! Please help us!

“Huh?”

Yugi quickly opened the door of his soul room and ran over to the other Yugi's room; No doubt about it he could hear that the voice was coming form the other Yugi's room. He reached for the handle and pulled it open.

-- Dartz having finished his session with Yugi returned to the main chamber of the temple inside his three swordsmen were waiting for him. He walked past them and up towards the waiting snake head statues at the alter he kept his back towards them as he spoke.

“So I trust your trip went well?”

“Yes Master, We've brought the three Egyptian God cards as promised.” Raphael hand stepped forward with a brown box in hand presenting it to Dartz, he lifted the lid to reveal the three god cards inside.

Dartz grinned turning around fully, he took the cards form the box and looked them over. They where glowing with the power of the gods inside, power that shouldn't be used to awaken the Pharaoh's memories, they would be sued to awaken their god. Dartz placed each card into the waiting mouths of the serpents, they held up his hands and began to speak.

“By offering the three gods to open the seal door, our god will breath again. Our noble god we offer you the power of these three gods! Use their great power to open the door between our worlds!”

The swordsmen watched as the god cards began to glow; a powerful beam of of energy made of rainbow light shot up into the ceiling of the temple making it's way outside, lighting up the sky in a great flash of light it almost looked like day had came as the aurora of light spread across the world.

“The forbidden door is now open…” Dartz said before let out a low chuckle. --

The sky over the city of Domnio was blanked by an aurora that shined down on everything in a rainbow of light. This light entered Yugi's room as well, when it did the puzzle started to glow and in a flash Yami found himself back inside the puzzle. Standing in his soul room just as he heard the door click and open to find Yugi stepping through the threshold.

Yami's eyes widened “Yugi!” he yelled running towards him and holding him in an embrace.

Yugi was caught off guard but he did welcome the embrace whole heatedly, he warped his arms around Yami's torso and hugged him back.

“Other Me!” he called out as Yami pulled back a little to look at him.

“Partner are you alright?! You went missing and I've been worried sick!” His eyes held so much worry, he wanted to make sure Yugi wasn't hurt.

Yugi smiled softly “I'm just fine! I'm not really sure what happened and how I ended up in my subconscious again…”

“Subconscious? Again? Is that where you where before?” Yami tilted his head slightly.

Yugi nodded and was about to explain more when they both heard the voice again calling for help.

Help me! Please help us!

“Did you hear that?” Yugi asked Yami who nodded.

“Someone needs our help” Yami answered.

They decided to split up to find the source of the voice; but with each door they opened they failed to find the one in distress. They both felt like they'd never find the owner of the voice until Kuribouh popped up and lead them towards another door. Opening it Yami saw the world inside was black and white almost like a comic book and the voice grew loader so they followed it.

As they did a colourful vortex opened up below their feet and they found themselves falling down a tunnel into a bright light. They found themselves floating in the sky over a vast land; full of lush green forests, rivers and valleys that lead to a ocean. In the centre of this land stood a tall castle floating on a island in the sky, it felt like one you'd see in a fantasy game.

But Yami noticed in the sky above there were gigantic clouds of swirling purple and blue with a yellow eye in the centre. The eye was reptilian in nature and had lighter yellow veins extending form the iris; they could see several creatures, duel monsters seemed to be drawn in and pulled into the eye disappearing into it's black iris.

“What is that?” Yugi asked before they where both quickly pulled towards the castle and entered it.

Floating down slowly inside a grand foley; three large statues in the shape of dragons made of crystal stood on platforms. Yugi and Yami had held hands as they floated down; Yami doing it mostly to keep Yugi close to him he didn't want to lose him now that they'd be reunited. Yugi was a bit nervous being in this new world but feeling the other Yugi's hand in his helped to keep him calm.

Both where amazed by everyone they'd seen so far but the statues by far where the most impressive; who'd made them? what force brought them here? where was here? And what was that eye in the sky? Those questions floated in their minds as they softly landed just below one of the dragon statues.

“Masters! The Chosen Duelist!” That same familiar voice had yelled out causing both Yugi and Yami to turn around.

Behind them a flurry of small lights swirled up and revealed the Dark Magician Girl, she floated in front of them with a look of joy on her face as she looked at both her masters.

“You came!” she smiled.

“Dark Magician Girl?” Yugi asked.

“You're the one who called us?” Yami also asked.

“Yes! Our world and your world are facing annihilation…The thoughts of the people in your world created our world, a world made of creative energy. But our two worlds also depends on each other to exist they are inseparable. But someone-” Dark Magician Girl looked over to Yugi, in his eyes a quick flash of green sparked in them making her pause and rush over to him quickly.

Yugi was surprised as she loomed over him a little she was still rather tall compared to him. A look of fear and worry in her eyes as she placed a hand on his cheek. As she let her thumb rub just under his eye, she looked deeply into Yugi's eyes but didn't see the green again. She signed softly in relief like something had scared her and she was just making sure what she saw wasn't really there.

Yugi was embarrassed and confused, as was Yami as he saw her strange actions towards his partner.

“Is…everything alright?” Yami started to ask Dark Magician Girl, but she looked back to him and nodded with a soft smile.

“Y-yes forgive me I just thought I saw…never mind!” Dark Magician Girl then continued; She told them that someone was trying to destroy the balance of their two worlds, the dark sun had appeared in their world and swallowed most of her people, now only she and very small number of monsters remained.

Around them the duel monsters who where left had appeared, they were all upset and looked like they'd been fighting for their lives. As Yugi watched them his heart was breaking just seeing how scared they all looked, they'd lost so much and it was truly upsetting to see. Yugi looked down unsure of what to do, Yami looked at his partner he didn't need to speak to understand what was going on Yugi's head.

“Is there away to save this world and ours?” Yugi looked up to Dark Magician Girl hoping she had the solution and that they could help.

And she did; she floated up towards one of the crystal dragon statues Yugi and Yami following her as she stopped just in front of the dragons eye, There was a sword sticking out of it almost like the sword in the stone. Dark Magician Girl had gone on to explain that these three statues were in fact the protectors of the duel monsters world, in ancient times but had used up all their power in their last battle and were put to sleep. There names are unknown and no one knows how long they've been there sleeping but a legend about them was all that exists. When both their worlds face annihilation only a true duelist can heal the dragons wounds and release their power once more.

“And I believe you can heal the dragon's wounds and release their power to save us all!” Dark Magician Girl looked to both her masters.

Yugi and Yami looked to each with a nod then they both placed a hand on the sword and started to pull, it felt very much stuck at first but they both were determined to remove the sword! Finally in a flash of light shot out pushing both boys back as the sword finally came lose and fell towards the ground. They could hear the cracking of glass as the massive statue started to shatter it's crystal shell, the teal green scales of the giant dragon glimmered as the beast had fully awakened.

Yugi and Yami both looked up at the dragon; for some reason they both knew the dragon's name so they said it a load. “Nameless Dragon, your name is…Timeaus!”

Once they spoke it's name it let out a powerful roar that echo all though out the great halls; Yugi and Yami again could feel the great power this dragon held the power to awaken the dormant powers of all duel monsters, this was the power of the Eye of Timeaus. Holding out their hands they both faced the great dragon allowing it's power to enter them, so they could hopefully use it to fight this great evil. A flash of blinding white light enveloped everything around them.

Yugi soon awoke in his bed in his body again he had control over himself once more. His eyes were soon a light with the shine of some kind of rainbow light in his room. Was it morning already? He sat up wondering what this strange light was, he turned to his window and looked up at the sky. No this wasn't the sun…

Meanwhile outside everyone who also was awakened by the strange rainbow light in the sky had come out to see what was happening. Yugi too had gotten dressed with his duel disk in hand this time, and came outside to join his grandfather who was still in his pyjamas looking up at the events as well. He pointed out that the duel monsters that were running a muck around the city seemed to be drawn toward this aurora in the sky. Yugi knew something was happening and he needed to check it out, he made his way down the street heading towards the center of the city.

[gungoo4lifer]

What?! No way!

Summary: nothing just gun and goo gossiping, slight jangseo

''Did you heard,'' Gun starts, his gaze lingering around on the cards on his palm. ''That Eli Jang and Samuel Seo fought against a gen 1 king along with each other?"

He can't help but let out a slight chuckle, even Gun himself can't believe the words coming out of his own mouth. ''Sounds utterly hilarious and unreal, doesn't it?''

Adjusting his glasses, Goo rolls his eyes at Gun's nonsense. ''Of Course i did, jackass. After all, Sammy's my secret friend. You think he'd hide something from me? He himself told me about it earlier.'' Goo chuckles, moving off his gaze from the cards to Gun, unexpectedly greeting with Gun's smirk, and Goo knows Gun well enough to know what that smirk meant, as one of his eyebrows raised on its own, silently questioning him.

''Whats up with the sudden smirk?'' Eyes narrowed, Goo smirks back, slightly tilting his head. ''You got some tea? Go ahead, spill it then.''

''Well..'' Gun holds himself back from chuckling. ''It seems your 'dear' secret friend Sammy didn't tell you about the affair he was having with Eli.'' Gun utters, his eyes on Goo's glasses, seeing the reflection of the cards, along with the suprise in Goo's eyes at the same time, despite Goo's glasses still being on and avoiding him from seeing his eyes, Gun can still imagine his face expression. ''An AFFAIR?!''

''Mhm.''

"WHAT?!" wide eyed, a loud laugh leaves Goo's mouth, one filled with utter mock, and Gun can easily sense it. "No damn way!"

"Well you heard me."

''No way! No. Damn. Way!" He repeats, "They- They hate each other dude! Samuel always grumbled some shit about how Eli Jang was an complete nuisance, how he always pissed him off,'' A chuckle leaves his lips, ''There's NO way that they'd have an affair, not even hate sex, man.''

''Perhaps something between them sparkled after fighting against that king together?''

Gun feels like he's going to burst out laughing every single second passing by.

''Look, man. I know Samuel much better than you, theres no way that there is something between them, Samuel envies Eli, and that envy soon turned into hatred, he himself told me about it. Theres nooo way that there would be something between them, no way.''

''Yes way.''

Extending his silky hand up to the bridge of his nose, Goo pulls out his glasses and takes a clearer look at Gun, still cant getting himself to believe Gun's rumor. ''And, where did you even heard that, though?''

''Crystal told me. She said that Sally informed her about Samuel coming to their house unexpectedly often these last days." Gun continues, "i'll be honest, even i didn't know that Crystal was talking to Sally, since Crystal is, kind of.. you know her personality. She doesn't likes talking to others but, i guess she can still somehow manage to chat with others sometimes?''

''I already know enough about Crystal, man!" All ears, Goo watches Gun with full attention and interest. "So? What else?''

Judging from the going on conversation and the sudden stop on the cards, Goo seems to not notice that they had stopped playing cards a long ago, so does Gun.

Getting up from the floor he was sitting on, Gun arches his back which was caused slight pain by sitting with the same position for quite the long time. Making his way to couch, Goo follows him as he does so. ''I'll tell you the rest of it later, i feel utterly exhausted right now.'' Gun sighs, leaning his back on the couch and makes him comfortable, shutting both of his eyes, holding his smirk back.

''Like hell you're tired! You're just making damn excuses to not tell it!!" Goo frowns, "Come oooon, Guuuun! I'm curiouusss!'' Goo's lips quivers, the frown on his face replacing with a pout as he extends his pointing finger to poke Gun's cheek, poking it several times to get his attention.

"Hmmh.. I'm really tired..'' Gun slightly opens his right eye and glances at Goo with the side of his eye, the smirk he was holding back finally starting to fade in. ''..Maybe a kiss on the cheek would make it go away?'' He coos, pointing his cheek with his finger, which receives an eye roll from Goo.

''Seriously? Only for a kiss? tchh.'' Goo clicks his tongue in annoyance, leaning in closer to Gun's face and planting a soft kiss on his right cheek, Gun stays silent for a few seconds, humming to himself.

''Mhh.. I think I didn't really feel it. Do it again.''

''Ah, for fucks sake!''

Gritting his teeth in pure annoyance, Goo leans in closer once again to leave an another kiss on Gun's cheek, only for that pervert to switch the side of his face on the last moment, the kiss that was suppossed to contact on his cheeks greeting with his lips instead. Despite his surprised face expression to the sudden kiss, Goo isn't the kind of guy to pull back. Instead, he wraps his arms around Gun's neck, caressing the back of his raven hair as Gun smirks between the kiss, leaning in closer to him and deepening the kiss, making himself on top of Goo while Goo's back lies on the couch. A muffled groan slides away from Gun's lips as he was about to slide his tongue in, the sudden pain caused by the blonde sinking his teeth in his lips makes him scowl in pain, the sink in his lips was hard. Real hard. Hard enough for blood to stream down his lips and reach to his chin. That masochist loves it. Does he pulls away? No, in fact, he gets even more turned on. But Goo does, with a satisfied grin.

''Nuh uh, first you tell me more about it.''

Gun sighs in annoyance, as he was about to wipe off the blood on his lips, Goo leans in closer and licks the blood off his lips, then wiping off the blood on Gun's lips with his thumb, a playful grin displayed on his lips. ''Go ahead.''

Smirking, Gun starts. ''Well, it's so obvious that theres something between Eli Jang and Samuel Seo. Even a guy like me can tell it. Perhaps hate, perhaps something more than hate. Who knows.''

Goo stays silent for a few seconds, resting his head on Gun's shoulder and thinking about it in silence as he humms to himself. ''Hmm..'' Never in his life he would have thought that there was something between Samuel and Eli, like damn! he thought that both of them despite each other?

But not just a normal kind of 'despite', the kind of ones that where you want to wrap your hands around the others neck as tight as possible and choke the other to the death itself till they start begging you like a dog.

What can he say? there were not just normal, regular guys at the first place.

Hell, what is even considered as 'normal' to Goo Kim to begin with anyway?

After a moment of silence, Goo's the first one to speak. ''..Who do you think the top is?''

Gun answers, not even wasting a second. ''Eli. Theres no way in hell that a pathetic guy like Samuel can top.'' he dips in his hand to his pocket, pulling out his cigarette package before continuing his speech. ''Even with that huge thing inside of his pants, i dont think that Samuel will be spending his time using it.''

Goo won't even bother questioning how Gun knows it.

''Wait- And?! Thats all?! No more?!'' Goo pinches his nose and grimaces when he inhales the filthy smell of the damn cigarettes coming from Gun. ''Ew.''

''Thats all. If you have more to say, go ahead then.'' Gun pauses, leaning in closer to Goo with a shit eating smile. ''..Or we can continue where we lef-''

Goo puts his hand on Gun's lips, Gun's lips quivering. ''30 minutes rule.''

'..God Fucking damn it..'' Gun grits his teeth in annoyance and pouts.

- side note, if you don't know what the 30 minutes rule means, you can read an another gungoo one shot of mine, 'The 30 minutes rule' to see what it is about ^^ -

"Oh, oh!" Goo gasps, as if something came to his mind.

"What?" Gun mumbles, taking a deep drag of the and inhaling the cigarette to finish it sooner.

"Now i remember, did you know that Eugene, the president of Workers has his own 'Gun and Goo' in their gang?"

What.

What.

Choking on his cigarette by the sudden news, Gun's eyebrows knits, a frown displaying on his face that Goo has never seen before. "Holy shit, man! I told you to stop smoking those damn cigarettes, didn't i?! Are you seeing the light right now?? Hearing anything?? Hello?? Park JongGun??"

"Repeat."

"What?"

"Repeat that."

The corner of Goo's lips curves into a wicked grin, knowing Gun well enough to know that this news would utterly piss him off. Yet, he chooses to act innocent, as if Gun would believe it.

"Oooh, i thought you knew about it, Guun~ It seems that the top two strongest members of the crew are referred as Eugene's 'Gun and Goo.' Ironic, isn't it?

Gun clicks his tongue in displeasure, inhaling an another drag of cigarette to calm himself down. "Not ironic, more like absurd."

"How cute, little boys trying to be like us. Don't you think?"

"No." Gun sighs. "One day, just one day there will be a fight, and at that day I'll fucking beat their asses to a pulp to show them who's Park JongGun and who's not."

Goo only laughs at how hilarious that sounds.

[novelmonger]

Sharon Carter, Natasha Romanoff, Laura Barton, Peter Parker, Maria Hill, Ned Leeds, Peter Quill.

From this ask game

Go grocery shopping with - I'm definitely noticing a pattern here - I always wanna go grocery shopping with the moms! A trip to the grocery store with Laura Barton would be very normal, and I feel like she'd be the kind of mom who'd send each of her kids off to fetch something, so it would be a very efficient, smooth process. Because I would definitely want the kids to come along too. Maybe I could help them pick out a fun dessert or treat to share too. Because I'm also coming over for supper, right? Right?

Have lunch with - Sharon Carter was the first person I thought of for having lunch with, and after a bit of puzzling over it, I think it's because I just really want her as a big sister. She's so kind and considerate, while also being sharp and tactful and brave and confident. I'd like to think she'd put me at my ease right away and find things for us to talk about. She's the kind of person who knows how to ask the right questions and really listen to the answers. Maybe, if we got to the point where she trusted me enough to talk about more personal matters, I could also ask her about Steve ;)

Have coffee with - Maybe it's just because of the opening scene of Civil War, but Natasha was the first person I thought of for coffee. (I would be drinking tea, of course.) Nat would be a great person to people-watch with in some little cafe on the street. She'd probably be miles ahead of me at guessing what kind of jobs people had or what errands they were running. But she'd also be very laid back and ready to laugh.

Go thrift shopping with - I think Quill would be fun to go thrifting with, because he'd probably get super excited about old stuff that reminds him of his childhood, and he'd probably do the real-life version of one of those changing-room montages where he models a whole bunch of wacky outfits that I give thumbs up or thumbs down for. It would probably revolve more around what he's buying and trying on rather than what I'd be looking for, which suits me just fine because I hate shopping for clothes and need as many distractions as I can get.

Explore a museum/art gallery/aquarium with - Picture this: Some kind of science or space museum, with Peter Parker in tow completely geeking out and talking a mile a minute, rattling off a bunch of interesting facts and things you barely understand, practically bouncing up and down like a little kid and occasionally doing something awkward and endearing like bumping into someone but then catching their coffee for them before it can spill. Doesn't that sound like a great day? I think so!

Go the library/bookstore with - You know what? I'd be really curious to see what sort of books Maria Hill would go for. I know so little about her; I think it would be very enlightening! She also strikes me as a very chill person who would be completely content to let me browse around and wouldn't rush me.

Have as a plus-one at a wedding - I don't care what anyone says. If I have to go to a party, I want Ned Leeds at my side. We can be socially awkward together, and I'm sure we'd find something nerdy to talk about that would actually be interesting to us, even if everybody else at our table ignored us or gave us funny looks. Also, I don't think Ned knows how to dance, so we'd either sit out the dancing or do some kind of weird boogie off in a corner that would involve lots of laughter. And you know he would wear the most stylish hat in the room ;) I would be proud to be on his arm.

[captainhattersvoyagerstuff]

Tuvok and Seven should have solved the Pon Farr together

Okay, yes, I realize that Tuvok is totally devoted to his wife, but think about it. His wife had to have had someone else to get through the Pon Farr too, right? Like a discreet neighbor or something. It's Vulcan. I mean, why wouldn't they have some sort of arrangement?

But clearly Tuvok hasn't thought of anything cause he's like, nah, I can just meditate this crap away which uh no dude, you cannot, how old are you anyway? Packing all that emotion, rage, etc. that Vulcans actually have in abundance rather than less of is gonna make anyone explode unless dealt with (which is also why Janeway and Chakotay would have exploded from the sexual tension by like season 4 at least.) So what can Tuvok do?

Using the Holodeck is a total copout, in my opinion. That's like saying all Vulcans have had to do this whole time when separated from their mates was keep a dirty magazine hidden under their mattress. I just don't think so. This is like his wife - you aren't gonna fool Tuvok with a picture of her, guy's been married for decades. He's got her down and you can bet he remembers every seven years' bonanza cause come on.

Here's where Seven comes in. Tuvok and Seven GET each other. They're stranded together with a bunch of overacting illogical beings that never listen to them and thus constantly run into trouble that could have been prevented had they just listened to Tuvok or Seven. They know this. Ultimately, they have to go along with everything, but that doesn't stop them being sarcastic as hell about it. I bet they got together for some tea every once in a while and spilled that tea like mad, making fun of the rest of Voyager until they'd snarked themselves senseless.

Another thing they have in common - the total practicality. Seven wants to experience everything, but she's not going to just fall in love with anybody (especially not somebody random but we won't get into that). No, if Harry had gone along with her it would have been a one nighter, and she'd have left like "That will be all, Harry". Which would have hurt Harry but -

Not Tuvok. No, this would be perfect for him. He'd get the necessities out of the way, and she'd get her experience, and then they'd just walk away and never, ever mention it to themselves or anyone else and been completely fine with it. Just carried on their friendship as usual.

I realize this was network T.V., blah blah (though look at what they DID get away with, just think about it) but I think it'd be absolutely perfect. Tuvok & Seven besties till the end.

They would never, ever tell and the thought is so awesome.

Alternate solution: Tuvok could have killed Neelix. You know he wanted to do it. Look how happy he was to murder him in the Holodeck! And all he'd get would be confinement to his quarters where he could be alone and do science projects. No problem!

Tuvok's thinking about it RIGHT NOW.

You're welcome, Voyager writers.

[clochanam]

My muse admits it right before a goodbye, voice breaking. “I didn’t want to leave without telling you.” - from @dsturbedsoldat (sounds fun!)

𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂  𝐑𝐏  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒  .  .  .  (  pt  3.  the  first  admission  ) ( ACCEPTING! )

her mind races and reels in this quiet aftermath. she replays it in her head, the words, the tone of his voice, the way he looks at her as if he somehow needs to explain why he'd say it. she shakes her head, but not against his confession; no. just against whatever voice is telling him he needs to justify it. but it's a number of things that happen together that cause her to feel overwhelmed. first the revelation. then the farewell. then the connection. and why does he need to leave? where is he going? he needs to stay here, just for a minute, just to talk, to sit and drink tea and understand what this whole new chapter means for them, because even if he doesn't know it, saying what he just said... that changes things. everything. every single act that exists between them.

" bucky. " her voice is a soft, hoarse whisper, her hands reaching out to try and take his. she's wanted to say it, of course. every time they went out on the road, or on a mission, or whenever he'd drop by to help her with some project or another. she felt the words uncurl on her tongue, desperate to be released, but she'd always stop short. always catch herself before she really made that first, irrevocable step across the invisible line. and now, they're here. she's holding his hands like they're the only sure thing left on this earth. he still looks as though he's just said the worst thing in the world. and she can think of so many, too many, things to say back. they're spilling over, a tidal wave of things left unsaid for far too long. and she wants to say all of them! but he's... leaving.

" where are you going? i-i'll go with you, okay? i'll come along, and we can talk, we can... w-we can talk about everything! or you can stay here, with me, and... fuck, there's so much i want to tell you, i don't know where... where are you going, bucky? "

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Robin's eyes languidly shifted to follow Vlad's peeking into the ballroom, his vision a little clearer than usual ━ watching as opulent colors cascaded through the air and guests twirled and swayed; almost like a painting. Thankfully, the inane laughter and chatter was muffled; it was true that social gatherings had never quite been his cup of tea, and the distant hum left a sense of peace amidst all of the wild revelry. Even in his youth, he would have preferred the quiet confines of Heimderdinger's cluttered office over navigating the raucous clubs scattered along Zaun's Entresol Level. The prospect of mingling with such an animated throng of people made his skin itch ━ yet here he was anyway: waltzing hand in hand with Lord Vladimir Vol Kalah Heigaari ... under the starlit sky and … enjoying it. The Count seemed pleased himself, too.

"She is a strange woman … Surely the hole within her heart is filled with grief? But knowing Noxus perhaps his demise was nothing ... natural."

He chuckled lightly, the sound a delicate veil across the storm of barbs Vladimir had just crooned at him; it was a valiant attempt on Robin's part to maintain his composure in the face of those ruthless insults, as funny as they were. Although by the end of it the corner's of those pretty lips had betrayed him by curling into a wiggly smile desperately trying to keep itself contained. Why? When Vlad spun him around, Robin instinctively adjusted his grip on the Count’s hand, a momentary gasp escaping him as surprise coursed through, as for a fleeting second, uncertainty had taken him, but it dissipated once he found himself anchored against Vladimir’s chest. The warmth he felt, the delicious scent of his Lord's cologne; it was all so reassuring, so soft ... but then why did it bright flame to a new kind of anxiey?

And of course, the hemomancer teased him ━ the question had plucked and dangled the mage above the proverbial abyss, whether intended to or not Robin was unsure. What could he possibly say? How he waited weekly for his letters to arrive? How he'd eagerly spilled over the books gifted to him, how he kept the pressed flowers he would find ... He hated how disarming Vladimir was; his uncanny ability to render Robin speechless time and again. In another circumstance, he would have been grateful for it, he did love banter but … this particular inquiry caused him to stammer, caught between the urge to answer honestly and the fear of revealing too much.

"What made you change your mind so quickly? Did you miss me that much?"

The once-comforting, nearly dreamlike, rhythm of their waltz now felt laden with some invisible weight Robin couldn't place, no no it was a spiraling knot of unease tightening in the pit of his stomach, the uncertain swell of bile igniting into a firestorm of worry. Each step, each click of his heels towered the truth of his predicament to loom ever larger in his mind before it crested and crashed against him ... to pull him deeper in the swirling mire of his emotions. His cheeks were flushed, Vladimir was holding his waist so tenderly, and his unbeating heart somehow still tried to jolt in its excitement. Whatever walls Robin had erected previously had been scaled, and the Count had managed to get an actual look over them ━ it pricked at Robin's veins like a thousand tiny needles; he feared it might be enough for him to be sick right there on the porch. How much had he seen? Green eyes darted up to meet Vlad's crimson gaze, but instead of the expected sweet fluster from Robin, what reflected back at the Count was something wickedly turbulent; a wrathful response that blew his pupils wide.

However, no hateful words barked from his mouth, rather he kept quiet as the past years of loneliness met him head on. A rage filled regret at being unable to successfully initiate any pursuit of him in life, that this happiness was something he'd never been given, and the harsh realization of his own obstinance came hurling forward alongside it ━ he was the source of his own loneliness. To change face instantly, to never have one single personality ━ so then truly to have none. So then ... what was there to really love? Still, survival was a game of life and death which Robin swore to win. Even if it meant that he didn't truly exist ... that he was never loved... What doesn't exist can never die. Nor will it ever change.

The mage's grasp tightened again. He had missed Vlad; he'd missed him more than he wanted to say, more than his heart could handle. But … He was scared.

Robin's thoughts wandered to the others he had met while in Ionia; to the countless wary souls who had lamented in his garden. Who was he to them? Who was he to Vladimir? Hell, who was Robin Altus Baudelaire at all? Hypocrite. Unaccountable. Irresponsible. Unable to form proper connections. You let your family die, remember? He was no one. So then how was he any different now than the corpse he'd left behind in Zaun? What would ever make him desirable to another person? Why couldn't he just accept it?

He trodded backwards in his memory to a time long past where he'd experienced feeling this way once before, in Bilgewater ━ where his dearest Akio had seen the ugliest parts of him ... and accepted him anyway … loved him anyway. And even though Robin was certain he was going to be alone again one day, that Akio would leave him behind ... He, too, accepted those feelings within himself. Perhaps … Maybe he could find that same gentleness within Vladimir. Finally, his teeth grit and he sputtered out his answer in a way which was far more candid and softspoken as opposed to the confident tone he'd have preferred:

"Y-Yes," He swallowed, "I did miss you ... I ... I was very happy when you invited me."

The world seemed to melt away as Vlad continued to sway with the smaller gentleman entwined in his arms. Crimson eyes focused on the pale frame of the man, who looked quite beautiful in the ghostly glow of the full moon which bathed them on the balcony. He never would have thought he would see the mage from the Ionian wilderness step foot in such a refined place- but that was due to the fact he had insisted he hated such events. pleasantly, he was here, in his arms. Entertaining the lords wishes without a care in the world. Had Robin known what high regard that would bring him if he were in the ballroom... No, it wasn't regard. It would have been laced with jealousy. If anything it would put the man on every suitors radar had they seen what Robin was getting away with, with barely any effort on his own part. Vlad was courting him. He was interested - for once.

"Oh?..." there's a soft laughter as he realizes the question, swirling the man to have his back face the moonlight so his shadow would cast upon Vlads. As if hiding the lord from prying eyes and ears with it's darkness cast. "Yes well, there are many who have approached me today that have more than just the wish for me to put a ring on their finger. Many of the women who court me are... hm.. how do I say- ennuyeuse?" He turns them again, giving Vlad the opportunity to look through the doorway of the balcony. His eyes glancing to the darkness of the hallway as if he were half expecting someone there, only to be left with the pleasant surprise of emptiness with silence. Spare for the ball that had been continuing it's festivities with the lords absence. He thanked that mentally- being chased around for small talk was tiring.

"Miss Felicity- oh~" there's a light hearted chuckle, filled with a hint of bitterness that would only grace the others ears briefly. "She is a strange woman, widowed and then she seeks me. I've told her many a time that I am not a miracle worker, perhaps my devilish charm blesses me with such... unfortunate assumptions. I am different than what she seeks, no mere man can replace the desire that she has. I also find it strange that she wishes to elope with me so soon after her husbands demise. Surely the hole within her heart is filled with grief? But knowing Noxus perhaps his demise was nothing of.. natural."

"-Now, it is your turn to entertain my curiosity, my darling. I was certain you were against stepping foot in such a place. What made you change your mind so quickly? Did you miss me that much~?" He's teasing, flirtatiously, perhaps he's more upfront than he should be. Although it was a prime example of the devilish charm that he had mentioned only moments ago to Robin.

[poppadom0912]

The innocent detective - Part 8

Warnings: Mentions of robbery, breaking in, guns, potential shooting

Summary: The team is on the hunt to find your twin sister, Abigail Y/L/N.

A/N: Honestly, we didn't get enough Halstead brother moments in any of the shows and it really upsets me, especially since we're not going to get anymore with JLS' exit. They had so many opportunities and they missed them all. It's kinda really sad.

Anyways, this is kinda long so I hope you enjoy because we're nearly done!!

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*****

No one managed to get anything out of Blake so after little to no deliberation, he was sent down to the cage where he would remain till he either spilled Abigail's whereabouts or the team found her on their own accord.

Everyone was pulling their weight, doing the most to find Abigail and finally put an end to all of this but so far, they'd all come out empty handed with nothing but dead ends.

Sighing, Jay gritted his teeth, glaring at his computer screen which showed nothing helpful. They were wasting so much time and he was starting to get restless with this endless searching.

Getting up from his chair, Jay grabbed his jacket and excused himself, saying something along the lines of he was going home to have a shower and get a change of clothes since he'd used up everything inside his locker.

With no objections, Jay up and left the precinct, getting into his car and driving to your shared apartment which was empty. It'd been empty for the seven months you'd been in jail but even after more than half a year, he wasn't used to going home alone.

He didn't have a lot of partners and he had military experience but going home to an empty apartment and a cold bed, no one by his side when he woke up, Jay couldn't become accustomed to that again.

Using the time he was going to be driving, Jay tried giving Will a call, not too sure if he was even available to answer since he was still at work.

Fortunately for Jay, Will did answer, the first thing he said when he answered the call being 'Your lucky I just started my break' before he apologised to Jay because he was going to eat his lunch and wouldn't actively be participating in their conversation which was about to take place.

Not bothered by protocol and legality, Jay told Will everything they knew, starting from the very beginning that you were a twin to Blake being in their custody where he would stay until further notice.

Talking to his older brother was a good distraction for Jay, even if they were talking about the exact thing that he needed a distraction from.

By the time Jay got everything out, spilling all the tea to Will, he was parked and waiting for the elevator to stop at the correct floor. Saying a quick goodbye, promising to call back when he got something good, Jay hung up and made his way to your apartment.

Fishing for his keys in his pocket, Jay's body came to an abrupt stop, his eyes freezing on the open door, a small crack revealing the shoe rack which lay right behind the front door.

Wasting no time, Jay pulled out his gun and cautiously entered the apartment, eyes surveying every inch of every room till he knew it was clear. His shoes made no sound at all and even with the best hearing, you couldn't hear him breathe.

Nothing looked out of place. Everything was where Jay left it and that's what irked him, the fact that nothing was taken but it wasn't till Jay got to the final room he needed to clear, your bedroom, to find out what was taken.

The gun you had in case anything happen to your work one was gone from the safe, your purse and your keys to basically everything you needed a key for in your life, was gone too.

Jay didn't have to think too far, already knowing who would've broken in and taken such random but useful things that just so happened to belong to his girlfriend. Without a second thought, his phone was out of his pocket and on his ear.

"Voight, we've got a problem."

*****

"So, besides Will, the only other person to have a key is our neighbour." Jay walked back into the apartment where the entire unit was, a few techs roaming around for fingerprints and all that jazz but there was nothing they would find that they wouldn't already know of.

"She's in the last stages of dementia, going onto Alzheimer's." Jay explained, defending his neighbour, there was no reason to blame her. "Her daughter, whose her carer, was out so she was alone. Abigail somehow got into the building, knocked on her door and asked for a key."

"She just thought it was Y/N who simply forgot her key." Jay pressed his lips together, hands going to his belt, holding it as tight as he could as a sort of mechanism to ground himself.

"We checked the buildings cameras." Hailey said once Jay finished. "Someone downstairs forgot Y/N was in prison and let her through, only remembering when we arrived. Abigail got in and out easily."

Kim carried on for her. "We've got GPS on Y/N's car, we've got access to all her cards so the second Abigail uses them, we'll know."

It was only a few seconds of silence but it was deafening. It was in those few seconds that they realised all they had to do and were able to do was sit and wait till she moved because as soon as she did, they'd know and they'd be on her ass.

*****

It felt like a break away from all the drama and work even if they were at your apartment all but ten minutes ago. Everyone just got back, cars parked and while half the unit went inside, the other four insisted on staying back for a bit and promised to be back soon.

That left Jay, Kim, Adam and Kevin outside in the carpark. Jay standing by his truck while the officers were up to their usual antics and shared their banter which never failed to bring smiles.

In the middle of Kim scolding Adam, Kevin egging her on, Jay caught sight of someone in the corner of his eye, doing a double take when he recognised the man from a little over half a year ago but never saw him again after that.

The man wasn't fazed by the faces of the four intelligence members, instead, he actually walked towards them, telling his partner to head inside without him.

Jay jutted his head in the mans direction, standing up straight and dropping his smile, the three officers following suit as they watched the man join the circle they unconsciously created.

"Detective, Officers." The man greeted the courteously. "I don't think we've officially met."

Adam scoffed, keeping his lips tightly shut when Kim elbowed him in the gut. Kevin stood to his tallest height which would've intimidated the man had he been looking in his direction but his eyes were glued to Jay who looked at him with nothing but pure hatred burning in his irises.

Jay didn't even bother following his movements, neglecting the hand he was offered to shake. He couldn't care less if it made the man feel awkward because Jay was just starting.

"Detective James Simmons, Homicide." The man formally introduced himself, completely oblivious to what he'd just done. Keeping his customer service smile, he eyed the group with some sort of plan building in the far corner of his mind.

Jay clenched his jaw, this investigation was just filled with plot twists that nothing surprised him anymore. Now that he thought about it, they did look the same, sharing similarities like that smug smile and the same broad shoulders but one wore a silver star while the other wore scrubs.

Jay continued to glare at the man but the corner of his lips perked up. "Have a wonderful day Simmons." He said sarcastically, watching his every movements as he left and went into the district.

"You think we should tell him we have his brother in our interrogation room?"

"We don't do shit."

*****

Shuffling back into the bullpen, they filled in the other half of the unit in on the tea, telling them in semi-shock that the sibling of doctor Blake just so happened to be the detective that arrested Y/N that very night seven months ago at Molly's.

At first, it was shocking but then it made sense but then it didn't. Everyone went back and forth with different propositions, guessing and throwing around scenarios but in the end, no one could come to a solid conclusion nor did they have any evidence that supported any of their theories.

While trying to fill in the gaps, Kim stood up way too fast, alerting everyone that she'd just gotten a notification that your car was on and on the move. It was being driven towards an address that not all of them recognised, but while gearing up, Jay grumbled in disappointment.

Driving towards the high school, it felt so surreal. From here on, anything could happen but whatever happened, it would affect the case. Negatively or positively, they weren't sure but they'd be straight back on their feet the second they had another lead.

But Jay wasn't letting Abigail go because she'd gone too far now. He didn't care if she was your identical twin, he wasn't totally upset that the people that caused you pain were gone but he did care that Abigail killed them. He didn't care if he had to continue running after your sister for the rest of the year and the next, as long as justice was served and you were free, that's what Jay cared about.

With deafening sirens blasting down the roads and the flashing red and blue lights blinding the occasional pedestrian, the high school was notified of the situation and was immediately put on lockdown.

The one person that wasn't given a CPD officer to constantly be by their side was the one person that intelligence thought didn't hurt you but did have a connection to the case.

During the frantic drive, Hailey managed to find out who it was exactly that was Abigail's target and she had to blink a few times to make sure she was seeing what she was seeing.

Why was Abigail going after the wife of Detective Simmons? Realistically, Abigail should like the wife of the man that would one day be her brother-in-law if her and Blake's relationship got to the point of marriage but at the looks of things, they wouldn't even reach the point of engagement.

Not being too bothered with his parking, Jay jumped out his truck and weaved through the patrol cars and the several officers that consisted of a mix of patrol, swat and anyone else that was considered necessary for bringing out the woman roaming the halls of the high school you coincidentally attended when you were sixteen.

Briskly announcing he was a part of intelligence, Jay strode into the school, Hailey close behind him with the rest of the unit separating and covering different exits and entrances.

The halls were deathly quiet. All you could hear was the occasional squeak of their shoes going against the polished floor. Whispering clears to one another as the team all came together in the middle of the school where the quad was.

It was in the midst of the flowers, bushes and small trees that were planted and being grown by the students where they found Abigail, her hand shaking as she pointed her gun at Detective Simmons' wife who they found out not too long ago was called Julia Simmons.

Will all eight of their guns trained on Abigail's back, it felt surreal that after everything that happened, they finally found her. It wasn't the ideal situation they wanted but they could work with this.

Jay did the honours since he was in front of everyone else and the closest to her. "Abigail, put the gun down."

She didn't move, having already sensed the heavy presence behind her before they said anything. Her gun which was actually yours remained inches in front of Julia's forehead who had silent tears rolling down her rosy cheeks with her eyes screwed shut, refusing to look the woman she grew to love like a sister in the eye.

"Come on Abigail, Julia's innocent and has got nothing to do with Y/N." Jay started with, seeing if he could pry Julia away unharmed. "Let her go and show everyone you're willing to cooperate and this can be a lot easier for all of us."

Jay could see your twin debate with herself, her thoughts running wild as she hesitantly lowered your gun when all of a sudden, she whipped around and pointed the gun at the first person she saw who just happened to be Jay.

Encouraging Julia to get up and run, Kim grabbed her forearm and pushed her out of the quad, back into the hallways and into an officers arms where she would be safe.

With their alertness increasing because of where Abigail's gun was pointed, everyone's finger itching to pull the trigger but being held back by the thought of one of their own being hurt and you in the back of their minds.

"Listen to me Abigail." Jay said, keeping his weapon drawn on your carbon copy. It felt so weird, staring at Abigail who was technically called a serial killer for everything she'd done but all he could see was you.

But then he had to remind himself that everything she'd done was the cause of you ending up in jail.

"Don't do this. Put the gun down and come with me, come with us." Jay clenched his jaw, unsure how he was going to convince her. "You know who I am, you know who we are which means you know that all we want is to help Y/N and bring her back home."

"She's been hurt and is suffering in jail and only you can help get her out but only if you put that gun down." Jay said truthfully, watching as her eye twitched at the mention of you being hurt.

"You come with us and we will help her, that's all we want to do."

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[iris-sistibly]

Jang Bong-hwan found himself standing in front of Daejojeon Hall. The sky was a hue of orange, yellow and blue. There were people around him, the peculiar thing was they were dressed differently, like how people in his country dressed up during the Joseon dynasty.

His eyes scanned the entire place, deep inside he felt a sense of familiarity, he knew he'd been here before but his mind wanted to make sure that he wasn't imagining things...again. “Royal physician please hurry!” he heard a woman whose voice could probably be heard within the entire area. “Court Lady Choi?” Bong-hwan instantly recognized the voice, and he was right. He knew those people well enough to identify them by just hearing their voices. The middle-aged woman was running towards the hall, behind her was the royal physician who was struggling to keep up with her speed.

Bong-hwan’s brows furrowed, "I'm for real not in modern-day Korea am I?," he thought, then gasped when it finally sank in his mind, “Oh shit!” he immediately checked on himself. His voice hasn’t changed, hair was still short, his physique which he spent so much time at the gym to perfect was still the same, and most importantly, his thing was still hanging down there...safe and sound. Bong-hwan felt relieved, it was good to know that he was still himself, but how did he end up here once more? Did he die? or did he fall into a coma again and his soul traveled back in time?

“You there!” the lady-in-waiting pointed at him which stunned Bong-hwan.

“Me…y-you can see me?”

Lady-in-waiting Choi scoffed, “What are you talking about?! Of course I can see you!”

So he wasn’t just a mere soul or a ghost [thankfully], but why was she acting like she knew him? Come to think of it, not even the guards tried to interrogate him–a man in a strange (modern) clothing who clearly doesn’t live or work in the palace. The only person who was able to confirm his identity was the late Kim Byeong-in and no one else. The queen wouldn't be so reckless to spill the tea to everyone right?

"Don’t just stand there!" Court Lady Choi snapped him out of his thoughts, "The queen is about to give birth!"

Before Bong-hwan could even ask questions or process what the lady had said, the latter suddenly dragged him along with the royal physician. Inside, the agonizing screams of Kim So-yong can be heard in every corridor, perhaps it was an exaggeration but it was loud enough to make everyone fluster.

Bong-hwan recalled the time he found out that the queen was pregnant while he was still inside her body, thankfully he didn’t stay long enough to experience the labor pains and actual childbirth. But nevertheless he felt bad, all throughout his stay the queen shared everything to him, her memories, struggles, pain, happiness…and even love for the people around her, including the king.

Speaking of which, where is Cheoljong?

He knew he survived and successfully ousted the corrupt and greedy officials of his court. But if he traveled back to the time of their child’s birth, then that means it has only been months since he left, probably the same time it has been since fully recovering from coma.

“His majesty has arrived!” someone announced in the midst of the commotion. Everyone made way for the king, with him were Prince Yeongpyeong and Special Director Hong. Poor dude came rushing to Daejojeon Hall still wearing his pj’s…uh…sleeping garments. “My queen! I am here!” His mind was too focused on his wife to notice everyone else. Cheoljong stepped inside as soon as the doors to the queen’s room opened. The royal physician, and some of the queen’s maids followed. Worried about So-yong, Bong-hwan went in to check on her, the queen was drenched in her own sweat, and writhing in pain. Hong-yeon was wiping away her sweat while trying to comfort her, "Please try to take deep breaths, it might help you calm down your majesty," she said while in-tears. She has always had a soft spot for her.

"My queen!" Cheoljong sat beside his wife and held her hand while controlling his emotions.

“My king! It hurts so much!” the queen cried.

“It hurts me to see you in pain my queen, I may never know how hard and excruciating it is to bring another life into the world, but I assure you that I will remain by your side as I have promised.”

The queen smiled in gratitude, who would have thought that they would truly fall deeply in-love with each other, considering that their marriage at first wasn’t exactly a blissful one?

“I am sorry your majesty but you have to step outside while I help the queen deliver the child,” the physician said. Upon hearing that, the queen frantically shook her head, “No! He’s staying here! He’s staying with me!”

“B-But your majesty…”

So-yong glared at him, “Listen royal physician, the king and I made this baby together, and did everything together to prepare for this moment, so we’ll be pushing this child into this world together, do you understand?! Now if you insist on NOT letting him stay, I will skewer you and fry you to a crisp!”

Bong-hwan couldn’t help but smile. Admittedly, So-yong taught him to forgive, to help whenever he can, to have faith, and most of all, he learned to care for the people around him. Meanwhile, he taught her to stand up for herself, to never let anyone dictate or control her, to be confident about herself, and just be the badass/savage queen she was born to be. They have grown so much, and he was proud of them...of her mainly.

The royal physician sighed and gave in, “Very well, Court Lady Choi and Hong-yeon will assist me, the rest of you please wait outside. They did as they were told, but before Bong-hwan stepped out of the room he glanced at the queen, the latter saw him too. Upon realizing who he was, she pointed at him, “You…I’ll deal with you later,” she said as the doors shut.

Bong-hwan kept pacing back and forth, he winced at each time he heard So-yong push as if he was also feeling her pain, and in between she would blurt out random cuss words which she probably picked up from him. “M-My queen you’re gripping my hand too tight, y-you might break my bones!” he heard Cheoljong say.

“Hey! I spent nine whole months carrying your child, and now my womanhood feels like it’s being ripped apart and you dare complain?! I might as well break your fucking bones right now!”

“Your majesty, push!” said the royal physician, So-yong pushed as hard as she could. At the same time, Cheoljong's cries can also be heard.

“Goodness your majesty, I can see the head already!” Court Lady Choi sounded delightful and excited.

“Only the head?!” the king and queen uttered in unison.

“Push!”

“I'm gonna kill you Cheoljong!”

"My baby please make haste!"

Meanwhile, the maids, Prince Yeongpyeong and Special Director Hong also waited outside the room. The prince chuckled while he listened to his little brother suffer the wrath of his wife in the birthing bed, “That’s the queen alright.”

“Good grief, if I’m going to end up like his majesty, I might as well not marry at all,” the king’s bestfriend answered.

“Has a message been sent to the queen’s father already?”

Hong Du-il nodded, “I asked Kim Hwan to personally deliver the message to Kim Mun-geun, the old man would probably bring more gifts for the royal baby.”

“He’s going to be one spoiled child.”

“I don’t think so,” Bong-hwan chimed in. Both men looked at him, “He will be very much loved by the people around him, and he will grow into a fine, intelligent, brave and kind man who will continue his father’s legacy. His parents are good people, they will raise him well.”

Du-il nodded, "Of course they will."

In history, the son of Cheoljong and Cheorin died six months after his birth. But like his father, this child is a fighter, Bong-hwan knew this because he experienced it first hand. While still in the womb, he was faced with life-threatening situations, yet despite all that, he ended up thriving. Bong-hwan had put his faith in Cheoljong once, and he has placed his bet on the right person. The king succeeded in creating his own path, and the odds turned to his favor. If Bong-hwan is to gamble once more, he would go all-in for this child.

He didn’t know how much time had already passed, but all of their anxieties turned into elation when they finally heard the loud wailing of an infant. The maids rejoiced, Bong-hwan and the two other men were relieved. Moments later, the royal physician stepped out of the queen’s room wearing a huge smile on his face, “The queen has safely delivered a healthy little prince!” he announced.

The sun rose to its full glory. On that day, a new life took its first breath into the world, and upon his arrival came a new found hope for a brighter future. And thus, the kingdom rejoiced.

***

Jang Bong-hwan walked into the queen’s room, full of happiness and excitement. Inside were the young couple with their newborn son, the little boy was sleeping peacefully in his father’s arms, while So-yong leaned against her husband’s shoulder, holding their baby’s tiny hand. It was a beautiful moment, both parents were enamored by the boy’s charm, “He’s a handsome little prince,” Cheoljong said proudly, he then faced his wife, “Thank you my queen.”

“I should be the one thanking you, my king, for always being there for me.”

“In this lifetime and in the afterlife, I will always be with you my love.”

“As am I, now and hereafter...I will never stop loving you.”

The couple moved closer to each other, their lips barely an inch apart, their hearts beating as one. But their intimate moment was interrupted when they finally noticed Bong-hwan's presence. “Hey, how long have you been standing there?” asked So-yong.

“Long enough to witness a cheesy k-drama moment,” Bong-hwan answered, "Congratulations by the way." The queen smiled in response.

“Would you like to hold him?” Cheoljong asked, just like everyone else, he didn’t seem freaked out at all. Bong-hwan looked at Queen Cheorin (Kim So-yong). As if trying to communicate through the mind, he wanted to know what the heck was going on, why do others seem so chill with him being there? He didn’t get any answer, she just let her husband place their child gently in his arms. Bong-hwan took a moment to have a good look at his face, indeed he inherited all of his parents’ best features. "I can already imagine the number of women who would swoon over him," he jested, “Hey kiddo, let me tell you something…the first lesson you need to learn about life is–” he paused, memories of him as the queen suddenly flooded his mind, from the moment he woke up in Cheorin’s body, to meeting the people whom he had grown to love as family, and most importantly, the long and crazy journey that led them to this moment. They've surely come a long way, and it was such an incredible yet humbling experience.

And it made Bong-hwan feel more...alive.

His expression softened, he has always had a fiery personality, but now he seemed to be calmer, “...Is that it's never short of battles, at times you’ll feel afraid, sad or frustrated, there will even come a point when everything seems hopeless. But believe me when I say that no matter how crappy life can be, one way or another, you will always find something or someone worth living and fighting for, so don’t ever give up okay? I’m rooting for you little prince! Fighting!”

The boy’s parents expressed their gratitude as Bong-hwan handed the baby back to his mother.

“I’m really happy to see you, both of you once more,” he said afterwards.

“I never got to say this, but I’m glad you came Jang Bong-hwan, thank you so much…for everything.”

Bong-hwan shrugged, trying to act cool, "Oh no need to thank me, although I...never got the chance to say goodbye to you the last time, sorry about that," he said, “Come to think of it, I wonder if we’ll ever meet again?”

“You will always be a part of me, just as I will always be a part of you, well…all of us actually. Whichever timeline, lifetime, or part of the world we end up in, one way or another, we are bound to meet once more, I sincerely believe in that.”

The queen gestured Hong-yeon to come forward, the maid handed a box to Bong-hwan, “What is this? A parting gift?”

So-yong chuckled, “You can say that.”

Bong-hwan opened the box and inside was a pin, he remembered it very well, it was the same pin he used to carve out that message in the stone by the lake.

“Keep it,” Cheoljong said, “And when we cross paths again, let’s have a drinking game.”

Bong-hwan smiled and nodded, “I’m looking forward to beating you Cheoljong.”

“So am I Bong-hwan, so am I.”

***

Jang Bong-hwan found himself back in his own room in modern-day Korea the moment he opened his eyes, “What a dream,” he thought. But then, he felt something in his hand, and to his surprise it was the pin the queen gave him. A smile formed on his lips, then he started giggling, and soon enough his laughter filled the entire room, “I am so gonna beat your ass your majesty,” he said. He got out of his bed and got ready for the day, after breakfast he immediately left and drove to the place where it all began. Thankfully, there weren’t many people that day. Bong-hwan knelt in front of the stone by the lake, it had been more than a century since the reign of King Cheoljong and Queen Cheorin, yet it felt good to know that this place still exists until now. He traced his fingers along the writings on the stone, and when no one was looking, Bong-hwan took out the pin, and wrote something:

I came was here for nothing and it was epic

-Jang Bong-hwan

*

Epilogue (by: Iris)

A/N: This fanfiction is solely based on the show Mr. Queen, and has nothing to do with Korea's history.

I regret not watching the show sooner, it wasn't a light rom-com like I was expecting. Bitch every episode was intense and I enjoyed the roller coaster of emotions this show gave me. This fanfic is one of those that I spent more than a day writing bc I tbh it's just that I'm in that moment when I badly want to write something but I don't fucking know what to write.

I thought about giving Bong-hwan and Cheoljong some moments together, but I wanted Bong-hwan and So-yong to have their moment too. So being the lazy bitch that I am, I just decided to put all three of them together just to make it easier for my brain cells 😜.

[gumikpxp]

Clumsy

2: an iou

pairing - cold!artist! xu minghao x baker!reader

synopsis: how can one possibly get any work done when your living in a zoo.

warnings: none

Wonwoo sighed as he entered the apartment after work his eyes widening. The place was a mess littered in trash from snacks. The kitchen looked like twenty people tried making ramen at once and none knew how to clean. Not only that but there was music playing way to loud he was sure they'd gotten a complaint from their neighbor by now. As Wonwoo turned down the hall he was able to see the reason for the apartments state.

He's been trying for hours to concentrate on his assignment but has gotten no where due to his lack of focus. Which he can blame on, as he'd describe them, obnoxious friends.

He's been trying for hours to concentrate on his assignment but has gotten no where due to his lack of focus. Which he can blame on, as he'd describe them, obnoxious friends.

He's been trying for hours to concentrate on his assignment but has gotten no where due to his lack of focus. Which he can blame on, as he'd describe them, obnoxious friends.

All it took was one more shout to uproar a serious of multiple more shouts before Minghao shot up from his seat rushing to pack his things in his bag with a slam before rushing out his room.

When the bedroom door slammed open all his friends looked at him surprised as if they weren't making enough noise to keep the apartment awake.

Minghao decided not to let his frustration get the best of him, and just left after giving his friends a dirty look.

he didn't have much of a plan but he felt that his school library would suffice for a quiet place to get work done.

well... that plan didn't seem to work. not because the library wasn't quiet, it was.. for the first ten minutes at least.

that was until some girl decided now was a good time to confront her cheating boyfriend.

Minghao didn't stick around to see how that turned out.

however now it was late, his assignment wasn't done, practically everything was closed, and his home was still a zoo.

Minghao let out a sigh before seeing a light in the distance of a familiar bakery. He hesitated for a second not sure if he can deal with yet another messy encounter, especially since Wonwoo wasn't there, but decided his class was more important anyways.

Minghao took a seat in the more corner of the bakery taking note of the empty front area. He pulled out his notebook and laptop and began getting to work.

small clanks and water were heard but nothing too bothersome it was actually a bit soothing.

Y/n's head peaked out with the back taking note of the boy sitting in the eating area before smiling and nodding to herself and taking out a tea cup.

Minghao looked away from his notebook and paused his writing as a teacup was placed on his table along with a muffin. He looked up at the girl and she smiled shyly.

"i tried my best not to spill it this time.. i succeeded.. yay!" she cheered for herself gently and he only raised an eyebrow at her.

"i didn't order this."

"oh i know... you never got your order the other day and i felt kinda bad-"

"it's pity tea?" he cut her off and her eyes widened.

"what no of course not! just uh an i owe you.. yea consider it an i owe you." she smiled at him locking her hands in front of her. "plus tea is good for relaxing and at the end of the night and since you're doing school work i thought it might be nice.. don't worry it's not sleepy tea." she slightly whispered the last part to him.

"right.." he nodded looking back down at his notebook.

"i'm y/n.. you're wonwoos friend right?" she suddenly asked and he looked up at her again with a sigh nodding to confirm her suspicions.

"i'm trying to get work done."

"right right, i won't bother you than," she said as her cheeks blossomed a pink and she rushed back to the kitchen.

Minghao placed his pencil down taking a drink of his tea and nodding to himself. He picked up the muffin taking a bite out of it his eyes widening at the taste.

he quickly shook his head and put the muffin back down clearing his throat.

no wonder soonyoung was so obsessed with her baking.