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the night smelled like wine and expensive perfume, like something that could burn up at any second. golden chandeliers flickered overhead, their glow bouncing off the marble floors, where the wealth of the room reflected back at the people inside. wizards in expensive robes spoke in hushed tones, counting fortunes instead of memories.

theodore nott stood at the edge of it all, a mixed drink dangling between his fingers. his suit was black, pressed to perfection, the silver snake embroidered on his cuff a reminder of everything he was born to be. a nott. a man of status, power. a pure-blood with an empire at his perfectly polished shoe.

“theo,” a voice spoke beside him, smooth and laced with entitlement. celeste rosier - his fiancée, the woman his father had chosen. her gown was dripping in gemstones, her fingers adorned with rings that sparkled under the lighting. “i was thinking we should go to paris for the weekend. i need new robes.”

he took a slow sip of his pink-gold lemonade mixed with whiskey. “you need?” she huffed, pouting in that way that made men fold for her. but theodore wasn’t most men, and celeste rosier wasn’t the girl in his head. because the girl in his head had never asked for diamonds. she had never needed silk lined cloaks or custom fitted boots. she had never belonged in a room like this, and yet, she had been the only thing that had ever felt real.

you. all wide smiles and sparkling eyes — stubborn, bossy, everything he loved.

a flicker of memory slashed through him, sharp and sudden: hogwarts, sixth year, the common room fire crackling low. you, grinning as you held the card he had made you. it wasn’t much. just a folded bit of parchment with your name in his handwriting, a spell inside that made tiny stars appear when you opened it. but you had looked at it like it was the most valuable thing in the world. like he was.

he was younger when he last saw you — three years ago, when he had to break things off to become the man his father had been shaping him into since before he could even speak. when celeste rosier became the price of carrying the nott name. but even after he let you go, he still looked after you.

watched from a distance, pretending he wasn’t. pretending he didn’t care. lying to himself that it was better this way — better to want you in secret than to ruin you by wanting you at all.

all the times he had claimed to his friends that he wasn’t in love with you had been a lie, because behind closed doors, when it was just the two of you, he had shown you exactly how much he did. “i’ll mean something to you.” he had whispered it against your skin, his hands tangled in your hair, his lips swallowing your moans. “you don’t gotta cry.”

it was like you knew this was the last time. like you felt it in your bones, in the way your fingers clung to him just a little tighter, in the way your breath hitched as his lips ghosted over your skin. like you knew this was goodbye.

tears streaked down the cheeks he used to kiss without thinking, the same ones he had traced with his lips on quieter days, when love had been softer, easier. when it hadn’t felt like an ending.

but then he saw justin finch-fletchley or whatever the fuck. arms wrapped around you, hands smoothing down your back, voice low in your ear, comforting you after theodore had broken things off. theodore had to clench his fists, had to bite down the urge to tear you away from him. because he’s not justin. but he’ll mean something to you. he has to.

if it’s not love, then let it be anger. if it’s not happiness, then let it be hurt. let it be anything, as long as you don’t forget him.

theodore nott was the biggest hypocrite, always had been, he never once tried to deny it. but merlin help him — he’d rather be your regret than a forgotten memory because if he finds out you’re fucking him too — if he finds out someone else is kissing the lips he’s memorized, touching the skin that once burned under his hands, he might just lose his mind.

“theo?” celeste’s voice pulled him back, sharp and impatient. “are you even listening?”

he blinked away soft laughs and breathless moans laced with love, the memory dissolving like ink in water “yeah.”

she rolled her brown eyes, looping her arm through his. “you’re always so distant. you have everything you’ve ever wanted, you know.”

he let her pull him into the crowd, let her speak of wedding plans and imported silk, but his mind was still trapped in the past. in the way your eyes had lit up over a stupid handmade card. the way you had laughed, free and unfiltered, before reality had clawed its way between you.

you had never belonged in his world. not as a muggle-born, not as a girl his father would ever let him want. but back then, none of it had mattered. back then, he had convinced himself that time would slow down, that he could keep you hidden in the corners of his life, a secret stitched into the lining of his expensive robes.

but time didn’t slow down. and now, here he was, in a ballroom of gold and power, engaged to a woman made of everything his father had ever wanted for him. he has it all. and yet — he still felt like he had nothing at all.

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Part 43 of On The Inside With Elizabeth Olsen

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Hello ❤️. This chapter is just short and to move some plot along! I missed Y/n, Liz, and you all so much!

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Saturday Morning, May 7th, 2022

Billboard Today "Fans of newcomer hex showed up in force just after midnight last night to see the drop for the tracklist to the artist's debut album. The livestream, which many thought was going to be small, was watched by over 200,000 people. Oh, and what about the songs, you ask? It looks like the album is going to be a solid eleven songs. But just before signing off, hex let it slip that there may be more in the future. Deluxe album, maybe?"

PopCrave "Artist hex debuted their tracklist for their debut album hex last night to awaiting fans. Check out the photo below from the livestream!" photo

MusicStarsNow "In a series of tweets starting with a profile picture change. Artist hex shows fans who missed last night's livestream the painting of the album cover commissioned by a friend of the artist Cyrus Wilcott. Followed by eleven tweets. Each one being a track title with short information about the song. However, the final tweet only contained the song title. Other than that, no release date has been given, but we hope for a summer release!"

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Saturday July 9th, 2022

Y/N POV

It's the day of the twin's birthday party, and Liz and I have finally made it to Ashley's after a grueling morning. On top of that, this moment has been a long time coming. It's been a few months since we've seen the two dirty blondes. They couldn't attend my birthday party last month since it was just a small get-together with the band, local friends, Max, Ivy, myself and Liz. And they were busy traveling for their brand all while having their actual birthday a few days prior.

Yeah, sure, we've had FaceTime calls and our group chat, but it just hasn't been the same. So anyway. Here we are.

At the twins (a month late) birthday get-together.

We made it.

"Y/n." Liz draws my attention towards her as she lifts her hand to pick up a hair from my face as we stand outside the door of Ashley's giant home in the city. "There we go. That's been bothering me since we left our new place." I can't help but laugh. "Why did you wait till now?"

Liz shrugs but hides a smile.

I roll my eyes. "You're lucky you're cute," I say, making Liz grip my arm tighter and pull her towards me as I stumble. "Oh, is that all I am?"

"Right now, you're being sexy, and it's unfair," I reply, but before Liz can rebut, the door opens, revealing Mary-Kate on the other side. In an instant, Liz removes her arm from me and hugs her shorter sister. "Oh, Lizzie!" Mary-Kate shouts as she accepts the loving hug.

I can't help but smile as I watch the two.

"Oh my goodness, I love this dress." MK unwraps herself from my girlfriend as she moves her hands down the dress. "Dôen?" Mary-Kate guesses correctly, making myself and Liz shocked. "How do you know that?!" Liz stamps her foot like a child, making me laugh. "I was hoping this would stump you."

Mary-Kate raises her eyebrows and hums. "It's my job, Lizzie." MK moves her attention to me. "Y/n!" She cheers and makes a big show of it just to get under Liz's skin. And it works. "She's wearing my clothes, so you probably already know it all."

Mary-Kate looks over my fit, and she notices every article of clothing. But before commenting on it, she turns to her sister. "You know you already have her, so you don't need to loudly claim your territory." Liz shrugs and crosses her arms as Mary-Kats turns back to me. Her hands still hot on my arms.

"I must say you have good taste." MK looks up to my eyes and winks, forcing Liz to step between us. "Okay!" I shake my head at Mary-Kate's teasing as she tries to stop Liz from pulling me away. "Lizzie, stop. I was joking. Come on." Liz looks back and sighs. "Okay, you're right."

"I know I am." MK smirks. "Aren't you going for therapy for your jealousy issues?"

She was.

Liz glared at her sister, who had taken the hint. "Right. Okay. Let's see... Sparrow Top from Dôen. Again." Mary Kate hummed. "Jesse Kamm pants. Oh wow!" MK squats in her jeans and white wavy blouse to look closer at my (Liz's) brown leather shoes. "Manolo Blahnik. They look great!" Mary-Kate says as she looks up to Liz. "I know," Liz says before breaking out into a smile.

MK huffs as she rises. "Regardless, you both look great!"

Liz and I compliment Mary-Kate and refuse to guess where her clothes are from before leaving the entryway.

That'd be impossible.

We find Ashley amid a phone call to her boyfriend, Louis. A sweet guy I've only met a handful of times. One of those being Thanksgiving! Apparently, he couldn't make it to the birthday dinner tonight. He left early this morning on a business trip.

At least, this is all according to what Mary-Kate was mouthing to Liz and me while Ash wrapped up her call.

"Love you too! Bye!" Ashley flipped her phone down with her left hand and ran like an excited kid to her younger sister. "You're here!" She said as she squeezed Liz. "Oh, Lizzie! It's been too long! I'm growing sentimental in my old age."

"Hey!" Mary-Kate loudly whined to Ashley's words. "We're not old!" Ashely ignored her as she moved her eyes to me. "Y/n!" Just as quick I'm being wrapped up in a hug. I missed this. "Hi, Ash!" I say with a chuckle.

"Okay, that you don't have a problem with, but I look at Y/n a little too long, and I get the glare?" Mary-Kate whines to Liz who rolls her eyes. "Mary-Kate, let's not dwell on things," Ashley says as she laughs at Liz, who is already grabbing wine and glasses for the three of us. And a water for MK.

Thoughtful even when she's annoyed by her sister.

Ashley walks around the spacious kitchen to help pour the wine into the glasses, and Mary-Kate focuses on grabbing some snacks for tonight's events. Speaking of...

"So when is everyone else getting here?" Liz asks as if she could read my mind. I mean, the four of us aren't necessarily a party. It could be, but it isn't.

"Well, Ruby is on her way. She had to take care of some personal things first." I smile at hearing those words. Mary-Kate is still seeing her former assistant and now full-time girlfriend, Ruby.

As far as I know, she still works for the Row but has had to be relocated to a different department. I remember Mary-Kate complaining about the unfairness of it because she was the boss. Ashley just laughed.

"Courtney might swing by!" Ash says as she picks up her phone. "Might?" Liz curiously asks. Mary-Kate takes this one. "She and Vanessa just flew into the city last night. Then I think tomorrow morning they're going to Wyoming. No, that's not right..." Mary-Kate slowly stops as her thoughts consume her. Liz stands by, confused. I mean, I am, too, because last we heard, Court was about to land an audition for an undisclosed streaming show.

"What about the show?" Liz asks as she looks from one sister to the other. Mary-Kate sees the look. "Oh, she didn't get it..." MK says with a frown before tilting her head at Liz and myself. "She didn't tell you?" Liz and I look at one another and shake our heads.

Ashley looks to me. "Aren't you and her like besties?"

I wouldn't say besties, but I have a close friendship with Courtney. She reminds me a lot of Max most of the time, which may be why Court feels like a friend I've had for a while. Not just Liz's sister.

But why didn't she say anything?

"No." Liz and I both say, earning a look from the twins. "Are we missing something?" I ask. "Well, it happened weeks ago." I slowly nod. "And the exact words are lost on me now, but..." Ashely trails off. "It's like the first couple of times you tried out for parts, Lizzie," Mary-Kate concludes. My attention turns from one sister to the other as Liz closes her eyes and sighs.

"They're comparing her to me," Liz says quietly with a heartbroken expression. My mouth drops, seeing the beaten look on her face. I quickly move to be by her side. Ashley looked just as hurt. "Well, I see why she didn't tell us," Liz says to the room, but I still nod to her words.

"You know it's not your fault." Mary-Kate immediately speaks up to let Liz know that she indeed had nothing to do with this. "But it's still unfair," Liz says back, making the twins nod.

I slowly rub my arm up and down Liz's back. Liz sighs. I can see she's already thinking about how to talk to Courtney about this.

"Is there anything I can do?" Liz offers. Ashley looks to her twin for an answer. 

"Maybe stop being so good?" Mary-Kate cautiously says, hoping to break the mood. I chuckle, and Liz follows on her own. It's small, but it happens. "You're clearly going to win an Oscar one day."

"That's what I keep saying!" I pipe up, earning a smile from MK and an eye roll from Liz. "Guys, be serious."

"Even if it is true?" Ash asks as her eyebrow raises. Liz sighs again before finding herself a spot to sit. Mary-Kate watches as Ash follows their sister. Sitting next to her at the kitchen island. "Lizzie." Ash grabs her sister's hand with her right one and squeezes it. "It's not your fault, and as much as it sucks, Courtney is going to have to power through like you did."

"But I don't want her to do that."

"That's because she's your sister, and you love her." Ash smiles at Liz, who nods and smiles back. "Maybe you can talk to her about it later." Liz nods again and lowly laughs as she speaks. "You sounded a lot like mom just now."

Ash goes wide-eyed and pulls her arms very comedically away from Liz. "I am not ready to be a mother!"

Cut to: The Halloween party later this year when Ash tells us she pregnant while I'm dressed up like a vampire with fake teeth and a horrible Transylvanian accent and everything. All the while, Liz was dressed as "Red Head Black Latex Hero," according to the Halloween store Liz went to three weeks before this.

"Well, I'm not having kids," Mary-Kate says before I see her pull out her phone and look at it. Her face looks up from her phone to Liz and back down before she hits the button on the side and puts it down.

Ignoring whoever was calling.

Liz laughs as her sister as she lets her back rest against the seat. I look at MK with a "who was that" look once she faces me. "Dad." MK mouths and turns her head as a way to end the conversation.

A flat smile forms on my face.

Liz still has yet to talk to her father since Thanksgiving. I've already moved on from that day, but my girlfriend hasn't. I don't blame her, and I can try to convince her to talk to her father all day long, but at the end of the day, it's Liz's decision.

One myself, her sisters, and the rest of the family have all come to terms with.

I tune back into the conversation as the Olsens pick up their wine glasses and water. "Come on." Liz laughs as she stands in front of me. "We're moving to the living room." She laughs as she grabs my hand and pulls me. "What were you thinking about?" Liz asks. You take a beat to answer. "Your father called Mary-Kate." Liz stops in her tracks. "How do you know?"

"I watched her ignore it." I look at her green eyes as they wobble slightly. "And she told me."

"You know I agree with whatever you decide now or in the future, but have you thought about talking to him recently?"

Liz and I are stopped in the glorious living room entryway. Ashley and MK noticed a while ago and have done their best "we're not eavesdropping" expression.

But they aren't precisely acting it out very well.

"I have," Liz admits before sighing and seeing her sisters out of the corner of her eye. "We can talk about it later." She whispers, and I nod and agree. Whatever she's comfortable with.

"Okay, stop being weird, you two, and don't bring it up," Liz says nervously as she sets her wine glass down and sits on a loveseat before patting the cushion for me to join her.

A thing I happily do!

The twins agree, but when Liz doesn't notice, they have a silent conversation with themselves.

Twins do be weird like that.

Anyways!

"Oh right, so who else is coming!?" Liz asks once the conversation has shifted from not talking about David Olsen to talking about Liz's garden, my album, Geneva, a little bit of baseball, my continuous lack of my own vehicle, and finally coming back around to Liz's acting skills and the lack of future projects.

Little Miss Not A Lot Going On Right Now.

I've seen the scripts on her desk and email.

"So Courtney and Ness maybe, Ruby, Chelsea, Juliet, Lana, and some other friends.

"She means models," Mary-Kate speaks openly as Ashley gives her an annoyed glare. "And you're sure you just want something small?" Liz is perfectly normal doing a small birthday but she knows that MK and Ash usually like to do something a little more extravagant.

Ash nodded. "I'm more than fine with it. I have things planned, too." She says before she picks up her glass and takes a sip as she again looks at Mary-Kate.

I hum to myself quietly, as this isn't the first time I've noticed them eyeing one another.

But a second later, I almost choked on my white wine.

Did I forget?

Did Liz tell me?

She's not freaking out about it...

One by one, these thoughts fly by as I pull my eyes up from the giant rock on Ashley's left hand.

She's engaged??

How did I miss that earlier??

The doorbell to the townhouse rings, making the twins rise and squeal as Ash looks at the security camera on her phone. "It's Ruby!" Mary-Kate is racing to the front door in a flash.

Liz smiles and adores seeing her older sister love and be loved.

Meanwhile, I'm struggling to consider whether I was told about Ash and the acknowledgment of marriage.

Liz rises from the loveseat to get ready to greet Ruby once they come back before I grab her hand. "Liz?" I say, making the sweet dark blonde eye me. "What's up?"

I open and close my mouth. "Di-did- okay, I know I've been working a lot on the album, and so many days I'm like exhausted, but did... did you tell me that Ash got engaged and I just forgot?" Liz's concerned look turns into one confusion. "What?" She asks before I end up following her into the foyer.

Liz interrupts everyone's greeting as she grabs Ashley's left hand and lifts it to her face. "Oh my gosh!!" Liz drops the hand and jumps up and down before hugging her sister. "Took you long enough!" Mary-Kate loudly says as Ruby slaps her girlfriend's arm lightly. "Babe!"

"When did this happen, and why didn't you tell me?!"

I give a quick hello to Ruby as Ash folds due to the integration process she's become a part of.

"It happened last night." Liz covers her mouth in shock at Ashely's words. "We went out to dinner, walked the park, came home, did our nightly routine, and then as we were laying in bed, he got up and was gone for about three minutes before he came back into the room with the box. He was going to propose over dinner but had gotten so nervous before we left that he switched his jacket with the ring inside of it and didn't realize until we had already left."

Ash looked at her hand with a smile. "Apparently, he had planned to propose so many times the weeks prior."

Liz didn't say anything else but wrapped her older sister up into a hug. She was elated for her. "Oh my gosh!"

"Looks like you're next," MK says as she bumps my shoulder.

Oh, don't worry, Mary-Kate, I'm like three steps ahead of you.

"Honey, stop!" Ruby softly hits MK again before dragging the one twin to the kitchen for tea. "Congrats, Ashley!" I say once I'm allowed to hug the older Olsen. "You know this means you'll be singing at our wedding."

I smile and laugh. "Of course. I assume it pays well?" Now, it's my turn for my partner to slap me and tell me to stop. "We'll plan around your tour." Ashley smiles brightly. "Speaking of, have you heard when it will start?"

I shake my head. "December is the rumor if the album sells well immediately. The label is kind of taking a risk on me, so they want to push me as quickly as they can. Hoping everything will work out, and who knows, maybe it'll be pushed to spring." I shrug.

A few weeks from now, after the album's first week sales came back, a tour was announced to start in January.

"December can work," Ash says with a sly smile. "No!" Liz says with shock and excitement. "That's what we're doing tonight!?"

It finally clicked for Liz and I.

The "party" tonight is to help plan Ashley's wedding.

Before she goes to a professional, of course.

"Oh, and don't worry!" MK says as she and Ruby return. "Ashley and I know someplace where we can get a custom wedding dress."

Ash groans at the joke.

But I don't think I could survive if the wedding dress is anything like the one Liz wore the night she won the Emmy for WandaVision.

It's not sometimes my lock screen for no reason. (Other than the fact I'm not allowed to have Natasha Romanoff anymore.)

As time moves by, more guests slowly start to arrive and cry out in excitement once Ash flashes the ring. The later into the evening it got until Courtney and her girlfriend Ness showed up.

Courtney almost practically pushed Ashley over from the happiness coursing through her.

Liz kept her eyes on Court as she slowly walked through the crowds of people looking at hundreds of wedding mockups. "Hey, Courtney!" Liz said as she found her sister, who glanced at us. "Oh, Lizzie!" Courtney looked ecstatic to see Liz. So either she indeed was or was actually a better actress than Hollywood knew.

"Y/n!" She said as she wrapped her arms around me and pulled me close. "It's been a minute!"

"It has!" I reply. "I've just been busy," I add on, making Courtney nod. "Me too."

"Yeah, how are auditions going!?" My girlfriend asks with no sense of slickness. Ness arrived at my side and gave a little wave as we watched the sisters interact. "They told you, didn't they?" Court says back with a sigh.

Liz's face forms a frown. "I'm sorry..." Court shakes her head. "It's not your fault."

Liz hesitates before speaking.

"But is there anything I can do?" Courtney shakes her head again. "No. I've made peace with it after crying and screaming about it." Court gives a nervous chuckle. "Plus, I still want it to be done my own way, so you doing nothing is actually beneficial."

I peek over at Liz, and I can tell she hates the idea of doing nothing. She wants to help. Call up who she can, but even she knows that the more Courtney does without her interference, the more successful she'll be.

"Okay," Liz says, defeated, before Courtney moves in to make her big sister feel better. "I'm still going to auditions, but I think maybe directing and producing might be my avenue."

A lightbulb goes off above me.

"Excuse me," I say to Ness as I move past her to the kitchen and to the backyard. A firepit, ivy, and an outdoor set that probably cost more than the car I'm looking to buy sits in the back.

"Hello?" My man of manager Bo says into the phone. "Hey, I think I might've found someone to direct the music video for Always, Joni."

"Great!" Bo replies, "Send their information over!"

"Okay, will do!" I breathe out a sigh of relief. "By the way, it's Liz's half-sister. Okay, bye!" I close the phone before Bo can make a huff about anything.

That man worries too much.

I mean, I did already have a stalker before my career even started, so I guess that's something.

"Hey!" Liz says, making me turn around on my heels. "I was wondering where you went off to." Liz looks behind her before returning to me and pulling my face closer until we kiss. I place my phone in my pocket and pull her body into mine as one kiss turns into two, three, and more. "I love you," Liz says once she pulls back. Her green eyes shooting mine.

"I love you too," I say as I move her bangs around before Liz shakes her head with a laugh. "Oh my gosh, stop!"

I stop and place my arms around her once more as we slowly move from side to side in Ashely's backyard. The orange sky becomes darker as the summer sun moves further away. "I can't believe she's engaged." I hum back. "And she wants the wedding to be in December."

My mind places a question in my head as I kiss the top of Liz's noggin.

"What?" Liz says as she looks to me. "What?" I reply, but Liz smiles. "You want to ask me something."

She can see right through me.

"I was just wondering... when maybe you would want to get married..." I close my mouth and look at my incredible girlfriend.

"Y/n..?" Liz asks as she tilts her head. Her smile never faltering. "I'm just wondering, not asking," I say, only to earn a nod. "Okay. We do this a lot." Liz giggles. "The I'm asking you about marriage but I'm not proposing thing."

"Well, nothing about us is ever easy or normal, so why should this."

"Some things are normal," Lizzie replies, and I only roll my eyes until I ask again. "So, thoughts?"

Liz is quiet for a minute, and I let her process her thoughts.

"Honestly, I don't have any. Getting married in the summer or winter. The wedding could be big or small. In the backyard or on a beach. As long as it's to you, I'm happy."

I wasn't expecting those words to hit me as much as they did, but I quickly find water filling my eyes. "Oh, baby!" Liz moves her hands from my back and shoulder to my face to wipe a fallen tear. "Fuck I think I'm starting my period soon."

Liz shakes her head. "I love you."

"I love you too, Elizabeth Olsen."

"Gross! Come on, guys, we're arguing over the wedding cake!" Mary-Kate's booming and disgusted voice makes us jump and cower before she's gone as she yells, "Found them, they were kissing!"

Liz's head falls into my chest. "You're not performing at her wedding." I can't help but laugh as Liz and I walk back into the house hand in hand.

The question won't be soon, but the custom ring I am waiting to pick up looks promising every day.

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Chapter 3 - The Fallout

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Pairing: Eustass "Captain" Kidd x OC (Morrigan, The Phantom)

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Kidd's POV

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I clench my fists a few times as I let the cold water run over them, grunting from the discomfort as I rinse the dirt and blood from my hands. My wrist was more sore than usual, indicating I might have overdone it a bit as I dried my hands on my pants and turned back to the lifeless body lying on the ground across the room from me. Killer was supposed to be here to take care of this loser, but he disappeared two hours ago and I got sick of listening to the bastard run his mouth about whatever money he thought I owed him. I wasn’t opposed to paying him, especially because he had helped secure us a boat on short notice, but when I told him the name of the ship and he laughed….

I stepped over the body and walked out into the barren town, rolling my shoulder before tucking my hands in my pocket to head off to the pier where the Victoria Punk was said to be docked. A couple of low-lifes grimaced in my direction and I kept my head down, though I gave pummeling them a thought as I continued on my way. 

I reached the beach and saw Killer standing near the water, my irritation peaking as I quickened my strides to reach him. As I got closer I saw someone standing next to him…. A… woman?

I got closer and noticed the bandages around her body first, the right side of her face almost completely covered, and bandages covering her opposite shoulder peeking out from the sweater she wore. I recognized the red sweatshirt as being Killer’s, and I slowed my steps to watch the two of them interact from a distance.

The girl looked awful - like she’d just washed up on the shore and rolled around in the sand for four days. Her blond hair was scattered in all different directions. And yet when her gaze met mine, she still managed to make my breath catch in my throat.

She stopped speaking mid-sentence when she noticed me watching them, sinking into Killer’s side as I resumed my strides and approached the blonde pair.

“So this is where you ran off to?” I question him. I choose not to address the girl, not feeling confident in myself not to stutter as I search for something to say to her.

What the fuck is this feeling?

Killer shrugged at the tone in my voice, motioning over his shoulder to the figure that was now cowering behind him, though a scowl seemed to permanently be etched into her face.

“I was on my way back when I saw this lil’ pipsqueak wondering all by herself on the beach,” he starts, stepping back so that the girl was in my clear line of sight, 

“I came to tell her she should scram back to the part of town she came from, but then she started insisting that she wasn’t from here, so I got curious and we started talking.”

I rolled my eyes at my friend, a walking teddy bear if you batted your eyelashes at him the right way. “How noble of you,” I drawled sarcastically, my eyes flicking down to meet hers, “Maybe we should keep her as a pet.”

The smirk that curled up on my lips elicited a snarl from the small frame next to Killer, and I watched as she took a step towards me.

“I’m no one’s plaything, you filthy pirate.”

So the girl’s got guts, this should be interesting.

I snicker as I match her step, leaning down so my face is hovering just above hers, “Not yet, you’re not. But you stay out here on this shore and someone is bound to come swoop you up - willingly or not. So I suggest you get lost, girl. This isn’t an area where girls like you meet a fortunate fate.”

I hold her gaze and she surprisingly doesn’t back down, and I flinch at her before backing away, making her stumble back a step. I chuckle at the blush that creeps up her neck, and when she hears my teasing laugh she turns away from both Killer and me - walking out towards the water and sitting down in the sand.

“I’m staying here until my father comes for me,” she states flatly, not moving her gaze from the water as she speaks.

~

The grey eyes that stare back at me as I pull out a chair and sit next to Killer look just like the ones I’d grown to admire all those months ago. But there was something… different about them now. They were missing that glossy sheen to them, the one that made even the dull color of them shine in the faintest of lighting. 

Right now, the only thing I could see in them was pain, and I hated that it made my chest feel tight as I looked over her.

She sat up in the bed across from where Killer and I sat, and her eyes glued to my frame as if she were stuck on what to say. Her cheeks were tear-stained, and her hairline was swollen and bleeding - no doubt from the chaos at the auction house earlier. But what pulled my gaze from hers was the scars on her body I didn’t remember, one going through her brow and eye, the other looking like a massive burn on her opposite shoulder.

I grimaced as I looked at them, and to my surprise, she cracked a smile as a reaction.

“I know I look different than the last time you saw me,” she starts, pushing her hair behind her ear so that Killer and I can see the full prominent scar on her face. “But I don’t think my appearance warrants that look of disgust.”

I uncross my arms from my chest and lean forward, bracing my elbows on my knees as I crack her a smile. 

“I liked you better as a blonde.”

Her smile drops when I reach into my pocket, pulling a piece of paper out and unfolding it to reveal a wanted poster, pointing to the name ‘Morrigan, The Phantom’ in big bold letters as I hold it up so she can see it.

“See,” I croon, “Much more fuckable, if you ask me.”

She rolls her eyes, leaning forward to try to snatch the paper from me, but I pull it back just before she can reach it. 

“Is that why you chose Killer as your first mate?” she taunts, tilting her head to the side as her lip twitches into a half smile, “Because he’s more fuckable than the others?”

I grind my teeth at the insufferable sound of her voice, every ounce of remorse I had for dropping her off on that island and not thinking twice about it gone as I sit back in my seat with a huff.

Killer senses the rising tension amongst us and chimes in, “How’d you end up with a 75 million berry bounty, pipsqueak? I’m assuming it has something to do with that creepy new power of yours.”

My ears twitch at the reference, and I return my arms to my chest as I look over her curiously. 

“You ate a devil fruit.”

She looks terrified at my statement, and I quirk a brow at her to urge her to explain herself. She shrinks into herself under my scrutinous gaze, and I lean forward in my seat.

“I saw the sea of bodies you left behind,” I state bluntly, and I watch as the shocked expression on her face shifts from one of fear to one of dread - as if she was hoping that she hadn’t been responsible for the chaos from earlier. “Killer me told that was all you, so I want to know what the fuck you did to them.”

I lean back and cross my ankles, dipping my chin as I wait for her to find the words to answer me.

“D-did I… kill them?”

Her eyes were brimming with tears as she squeaked out the question, and I kissed my teeth in frustration as I tried to wrap my head around how someone so fragile on the inside could be capable of subduing an entire squadron of Marines.

“No,” I state flatly, trying my best to hide the irritation in my voice. I clearly didn’t do a great job at it, because Killer shoots me a warning glance - to which I roll my eyes. “They were alive, but it was almost as if their life force had been…. Drained. Few of them even had the strength to stand when the rescue unit arrived.”

Her shoulders relax ever so slightly, and she leans back into the bed and tucks her knees up to her chest. I noticed the bandages wrapped around her lower leg, blood leaking through from whatever injury she had sustained that made Killer more worried about getting her to safety than fighting off the hoards of Marines.  

“I…. I don’t know much about the powers,” she admits, and I close my eyes to avoid giving away my reaction, “But my dad called it the Angel-Angel fruit. He believed it to bestow angelic healing powers to the user, but the only thing I’ve ever been able to use are these soul-sucking shadows.” She grimaces as she closes her eyes, faint, dark shadows beginning to swirl around her shoulders as she takes a deep breath, demonstrating her powers for Killer and me.

When she opens her eyes the shadows dissipate, and I let out a chuckle before turning my gaze to Killer.

“You ever heard of that fruit?” I inquire, knowing if anyone on our crew had a clue about it, it would be him.

He brings his hand to his chin, pondering for a moment before speaking. “Not the fruit, but there is a legend of an ancient society of angels and arch-angels that used to reign as the supreme forces of “good and evil”. Perhaps the powers that are manifesting for you are those of the arch-angels.”

I nod my head, considering the possibilities as I move my eyes back over to Morrigan, “Why did your father have possession of this fruit?”

“Kidd,” Killer grunts, and I don’t miss the warning in his voice as I shoot him a glare of my own.

“What?! The last time we saw this girl she was insisting on returning to her kingdom so she could return back to her perfect little life as a princess.” My eyes shift from him, narrowing as I meet Morrigan’s stare, which is surprisingly intense. “And now here she is after almost being auctioned off… I think some answers are in order.”

I eyed her intently as she took in my words, wondering if the hurt hidden in them was as obvious to her as it was to Killer. His shoulders slump in defeat as I lean further forward, realizing I wasn’t giving up until I got the answers I needed.

Morrigan huffs out a sigh, her shoulders raising and falling with the action. She looks up at the ceiling as she exhales as if mustering the strength to relive whatever horrors she’d encountered the last few months.

“I’m not sure, but I’m assuming he was planning on selling it to the World Government.”

I hiss at the mention of them - as if those bastards needed another power under their belt. “Why?”

Killer tenses as I continue pressing, but Morrigan continues, “I don’t know,” she states flatly, showing no signs of deception as she holds my gaze.

I lean back in my chair, the wood creaking under the shift in pressure as I cross my arms over my chest again, pondering her responses.

“Why did you eat it?”

She opens her mouth as if to answer, but her lip quivers and her hands tighten around her legs. She only breaks our eye contact as a tear slips from her eye, her hand moving quickly to wipe it away as she loosens the breath she held.

“M-my mom…” she stutters, and my chest tightens at the pain in her voice, “She was on her deathbed when I returned. I thought that maybe if I ate it - I could heal her… make her better.”

“It didn’t work,” I stated - noting the way her eyes watered as I did.

“I didn’t get to try,” she says quietly, shifting her gaze to the wall as she lets a few more tears fall, this time not making a move to wipe them away. “My father killed her in retaliation… because I ate the fruit.”

Red clouded my vision as I processed the words, my hand reaching up to rub at my face as Killer crossed the room, wrapping an arm around Morrigan as her shoulders began to shake with sobs.

After listening to her cry for a moment my legs force me to stand, long strides taking me back to the staircase as I make the descent back to the lower level of the cabin we’d forcibly rented for the time being. Heat and Wire cast me a glance, but upon seeing the silent rage etched on my face they averted their gazes, apparently finding the bottles strewn about the table suddenly more interesting.

I push my way through the front door, gulping for air as I try to calm the anger simmering inside me. 

Killer had been right.

And she didn’t fucking listen.

~

Killer found me perched on the figurehead of the Victoria Punk, my gaze staring out at the island we were set to dock at in the early hours of the morning - when no one would see a rookie pirate crew transporting the heir to their throne back to her homeland.

“I don’t like it either, Kidd,” he groans, taking up a squat next to me and eyeing the same scene. “But she’s set on going back home.”

I’d tried to convince her otherwise - to get her to understand Killer and I’s concerns about her father’s intentions - but all I’d gotten was a slew of hateful retorts and a few curses thrown my way before she locked herself in the spare cabin we’d offered her for the journey.

Whatever. To hell with her and her temperamentalness. She’d be someone else’s problem come sunrise.

~

Before I could get too consumed in my own thoughts, I heard the door to the cabin creak open and shut gently, causing my head to flick over my shoulder. Expecting to see Killer following me, I spin on my heel, letting my anger remain on my face as I take a step in his direction.

But my breath catches in surprise as I take in Morrigan’s wounded body lingering by the door, her face etched in worry as she takes in my scowl. I look away from her momentarily, unsure why I feel the need to conceal my emotions from her, but I soften my face slightly as I look back at her.

“I’m going with you,” she states flatly, hands clenched at her sides, “To the New World.”

I blink back my surprise as I process her statement, kissing my teeth as a snicker escapes my lips.

“Like hell you are.”

She nearly flinches at my denial, her eyes blinking back her earlier tears as her face slips into one of confusion - as if she can’t believe my refusal.

I take a step closer to her, dropping my chin to look down at her when I stop directly in front of her.

“I don’t need some emotional spoiled brat who doesn’t know how to control her devil fruit powers weighing down my crew in the New World,” I spit back, my words unintentionally laced with a special venom only she seems to be able to pull from me. “The New World is dangerous enough as it is.”

Her fists clamp together tighter, and I swear I see a flash of betrayal shine in her eyes - the eyes I’d seen in my dreams countless times since her wanted poster had been released. I nearly buckle when the first tear trickles down her cheek, so I sidestep her and make strides for the door, my coat dragging in the wind behind me at the briskness of my pace.

She doesn’t turn to follow after me and I let out a grunt as I make my way back into the cabin and into one of the rooms on the lower level, slamming the door behind me as I enter. I sling my coat from my shoulders and toss it across the dark room, plopping down on the mattress and staring up at the ceiling for a bit before closing my eyes out of frustration.

Silver-grey eyes flash into my mind and they are back open a moment later, my blood pressure spiking as I hear a quiet knock at the door.

Grumbling, I raise my hand and flick my wrist, the lock on the door clicking and the door flinging open, nearly falling off the hinges from the force I’d put behind the action.

“Kidd?” Killer’s voice echoes from the doorway and I manage a grunt in response.

He steps inside and closes the door gently, making his way over to the bed and sitting on the edge of it, back towards me.

“I think we sh-”

“Of fucking course you do, Killer!” I hiss, cutting him off before he can offer me any more of his condescending advice. “You may be willing to pander to her every want and need, but I’ll be damned if I stick my neck out for someone as entitled and naive as her!”

Killer flinches at the tone in my voice, eyes trailing over to the door that our crew has no doubt huddled around to eavesdrop on our conversation. He raises his hand as if to calm me, my lip curling into a snarl as he continues.

“She’s strong, Kidd. She just needs some guidance,” he says calmly, always the more rational and level-headed of the two of us. “You didn’t see how quickly she wiped those Marines out.”

I leap out of bed and begin to pace out of frustration, not wanting to admit to Killer having a point in his argument.

“She’s also got nowhere to go,” he says, quieter this time. “You wanna just leave her here to figure shit out on her own?”

I pinch the bridge of my nose and shut my eyes again, her face clouding my mind the moment I do. 

“She’s none of my concern,” I growl through clenched teeth, my eyes opening and meeting his gaze as he stares daggers at me through his mask.

“Keep lying to yourself, Kiddo.” 

The twitch of my eye seems to tell Killer he hit his mark, and he stands from the bed without another word and exits the room, my gaze following him as he lingers in the doorway.

A wide-eyed Morrigan standing on the other side of it, those silver eyes lined with tears as Killer swings the door shut.

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would you be willing to write a taylor!reader? just thinking how cute it would be to see tom and the rest of the world react to london boy 🥺 (sorry for the mistakes, english is not my first language 🥲)

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(i streamed this song so fucking much… bye)

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This is the first album you complete own — just you, with all the rights and the master recordings. So, best believe Tom’s throwing a big fucking celebration for the release night.

You’re all gathered in the living with glasses of alcohol in your hands and snacks on the coffee table for self-serving. With the album over an hour long, you’ve decided to skip around the tracks a little bit, letting everyone pick and choose so they can listen to it fully on their own time.

Tom has claimed which track will be the first to play when the clock strikes midnight: London Boy. When you announced the tracklist on social media, there was quite a lot of hype around track eleven, and god almighty you were certain you’d be outed for your complete infatuation for your boyfriend.

“Your secrecy remains no more in just a few minutes, love,” Tom comes up behind you, hand finding a comfortable place on the small of your back while he whispers into your ear, beer in his left hand. You know what he’s talking about before he even utters the words — he just wants to hear this project. You’ve been talking about it for so long, so much that Tom came to the studio a few times.

“Less than a minute!” Harrison shouts with a toothy grin, readjusting himself on the armchair.

“C’mon,” Tom links your hands and drags you over to the couches. You share a loveseat with him, and just as he places his glass on the coffee table, you check the time.

“Oh my god,” you whisper, hand clutching your heart. “It’s out. Oh my-”

“Quick!” Tom interrupts excitedly. “Somebody play London Boy through the speakers!”

“Tom-”

“Shush, love. I’m your fan before anything else.”

You chuckle but give in, clicking the track and letting the intro play. Tom furrows his brows and looks at you for confirmation on who he thinks is speaking.

“James Corden…?”

“Yep,” You smile almost shyly, and it makes Tom coo. “Remember when I had that interview and you were waiting for me backstage?”

Tom nods in understanding before his eyes turn soft. “That’s a cute tribute-y reference.”

“Yeah, yeah,” You wave him off in a state of flux and bashfulness.

The track continues to play, and you gauge Tom’s reaction the entire time. When the first verse mentions an accent, Tom’s reverted back into his memories when you’d first obsessed over how hot his voice and accent is. His eyes turn to you, and he blushes when he realizes your face is scrunched up so you can avoid talking about how mushy you’re being in the song.

“This entire song is just a lyrical Tom Holland obsession,” Harrison pouts. “Gross. You two are gross. Give the world a break.”

“Shut up, I’m trying to listen, you div!” Tom flicks Harrison’s knee and the blonde feigns a dramatic gasp while you chuckle to yourself.

The end of the chorus makes Tom’s eyes widen, realizing how knee deep you are in this song — it’s the entirety of your feelings for Tom summarized in one song. He doesn’t know if he should kiss you, scream in excitement, or sing along. He decides that at some point tonight he’ll end up doing all three.

At the end of the second verse, when the music is narrowed down to merely your voice, Tom loses his cool. You hide your face in your hands, pushed over the edge in shyness.

“Love,” Tom coos, pulling your hands away from your face and intertwining your fingers. “That is my favorite song in the entire fucking world. You are literally the cutest person I have ever met- and you wrote a song about me?” His entire expression softens and he looks like a human puppy. He’s like a teddy bear, and as he pulls you into his embrace, you hum in content and decide that he is a teddy bear.

“Okay, I’d hate to break up whatever mushy grossness this is,” Harrison pipes up, face in his phone, “But twitter is freaking out. Like a lot. If I were you I’d-” “Oh shit, I forgot about the babes,” You pull away from Tom, hand reaching for your phone that’s charging on the small table beside the arm of the couch. Your fingers work faster than your mind, and before you know it, your eyes are flooded with messages from both yours and Tom’s fans.

“anyone peeping london boy??? 👀”

“wait but y/n totally wrote this abt tom… 😩”

“NO BUT THE PUB AND RUGBY LINE… THIS IS SO TOM”

Not only was your timeline full of hype about the track, but it was trending number two in the United States alone, with over 30 thousand tweets in less than an hour.

You glance up after a few quiet moments, eyes locking with Tom’s. Your jaw drops in surprise, something that causes Tom to chuckle breathily.

“Love,” He clicks the off button of his cell phone. “You’re trending on twitter.”

“Me? You’re the one who’s trending too!”

“I’m not the one who wrote the song!”

You scrunch your face with a small whine, head falling into Tom’s chest in a huffy hug. He laughs again, and he can tell how flustered you’re getting.

“Just love you a lot, ‘s all,” You mumble into his shirt, stumbled hands gripping his. Tom’s movements falter as a blush coats his cheeks. He glances down into his lap, where your head lays in embarrassment.

“Yeah?” His hand smoothes over your hair sweetly. “I love being your London boy.”

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Sneak Peak

iKON Extra Member AU

Summary: Bao shows Hanbin the finished product of her album.

Warnings: swearing 

Taglist: @hyunmijung​ @galacticstxrdust​ @kimonmars​ @soobinssmile​ @markszone​ @atinygracie​

A/N: I’ve never written smut before. And all I really did was just hint it off, but dear lord, I was violently reacting to it as I wrote it. I’m sorry that it ended so awkwardly, but I honestly didn’t know how to wrap that up. So yeah... hope you like it. 🙂👍

Here’s Bao’s Hair Concept 

Requests for each girl are open! Please let me know what you think.

Bao woke up to someone poking her cheek. Opening her eyes, she scowled as she saw Hanbin crouched by her face. He smiled at her and in turn she closed her eyes again, turning away from him.

“Yah,” Hanbin chuckled, pulling her back to face him.

“No, I’m still sleeping,” Bao grumbled, letting him move her, but keeping her eyes closed.

“Yeah. On my couch. Why didn’t you tell me that you were coming over? I would have been home earlier,” Hanbin said. He carded his fingers through her now asymmetrical blonde her. (He really liked this look on her, and Bao knew it.)

“I knew you were busy today, so I didn’t want to bother you. Plus I didn’t really know I was coming until I was punching in the code,” Bao shrugged, eyes still closed.

She peaked an eye as Hanbin huffed a laugh through his nose. “I love the fact that you coming here is second nature,” he said, smiling softly at her.

Bao snorted, closing her eyes again. “I’m glad.”

“I’m guessing you’re done with everything if you’re here relaxing,” Hanbin said, staring at her.

Feeling his gaze, she opened her eyes again, brows furrowing together. (Yeah, she wasn’t going to get anymore.) Bao sat up and stretched, then answered. 

“Yup. I had gotten everything approved and the MV, being a simple one, was shot in a day and a half. So I’m all done,” she smiled, holding a peace sign.

Hanbin chuckled, closing his hand around her hand and bringing it to his lips. “I’m proud of you, B. You worked hard, and I know for a fact that this album is gonna be fire,” he said, then pulled her in for a kiss.

Bao smiled into the kiss, missing the feeling of his lips on hers. It’s been a little over two weeks since they’ve last since each other, and while Bao wasn’t the clingy type, being with Hanbin was her favorite place to be.

Pulling away, Bao sat back and patted the seat next to her. Hanbin smiled and moved to sit on the couch. He wrapped an arm around her shoulder, and Bao leaned into his side. This was definitely her favorite way to unwind.

“The album is gonna be fire because of all the people on the album and all the people who helped make it,” Bao said, jabbing his side when she said the last part. Hanbin flushed, then cleared his throat, smiling.

“I’m really loving this hair.” Bao snorted at the change of subject. “Like I’ve always loved it when you did the colored bangs, but this is probably my favorite,” Hanbin said, twisting a lock of dual colored hair. She smiled, running a hand through her hair.

Bao had gotten her top layer bleached, having it go into streaks above her natural hair color. She had left a section of the front fully brown, adding to the asymmetry. It was hard to tell the stylist what she wanted, but she was very pleased with the outcome.

“It’s probably my favorite style too,” Bao said, closing her eyes as she leaned her head on his chest. She was getting sleep again with him running his fingers through her hair.

“So what’s the time frame for your comeback?” Hanbin asked. Bao opened her eyes with a start. She had almost fallen asleep again.

Rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, she said, “October 15. It was delayed because of all the changes to the songs, plus Blackpink is also having a comeback so they’ll go first. It was poorly planned in my opinion, but whatever. As long as I get my album that’s all that matters.”

“How long are your promotions?”

“Two weeks, but I’ll be doing four music shows each week,” Bao shrugged. Two weeks was all the company would give her, but she didn’t mind. It was more than enough for her.

In all honesty, she had expected it to be less. Maybe still the two weeks, but only two music shows per week. Yet she was doing a total of eight stages for her title track and eight for her B side.

Luckily there wasn’t a choreo for her title track, because she wouldn’t have been able to keep up with doing dances for both songs. She already struggled with keeping up with iKON’s choreographies, and with those she could stand in the back and have the attention directed to one of the other boys. With her solo track, she couldn’t do that.

“Are Bobby and Junhoe excited to be able to perform with you?” Hanbin asked, smiling. Bao grinned, nodding. Her song with Bobby and Junhoe was the one that she had picked as her B side. She felt more comfortable on stage with them than with any of the others on her album. (Not like Tablo would have wanted to perform live with her anyway, and Changbin was already in the middle promotions.)

“Yeah, and we just had a meeting with the staff and stylist to discuss stage outfits for it. It’s safe to say that Junhoe in particular, was very excited,” Bao chuckled.

“I can imagine,” Hanbin said, chuckling as well. Then he looked down at Bao and gave her a pair of puppy dog eyes. “Could I maybe get a sneak peak of the album cover?”

Bao quirked a brow at him. “You really think that’s gonna work on me?” she asked, snorting. The rapper shook her head, but sat up anyway, reaching for her phone that sat on the coffee table.

Hanbin perked up like a puppy and watched as she unlocked her phone to find the album cover and tracklist, along with the two teasers. Bao snorted, shaking her head. “Calm down, pup.”

Hanbin scowled, but took her phone as she handed it to him. He smiled at first, then his jaw dropped slightly as he swiped through the pictures. “Holy shit,” he whispered.

Bao bit her lip, hiding her smile. It didn’t matter how many times Hanbin complimented her, she still felt weird inside. Bobby had told her that that was normal. It was what some people would call “butterflies”. Hanbin was the only one that could affect her like that, and she didn’t really mind it.

“Shit,” Hanbin repeated.

“Yeah. You already said that,” Bao smirked.

Hanbin looked up at her then back at the phone. “Sorry. It’s just that I have the most beautiful girlfriend ever. Like damn.” Bao huffed a laugh, shaking her head. (What a dork.)

“Thanks, babe,” she said, leaning over to give him a peck on the cheek. She chuckled when he flushed.

“Now, could you- Uh, this dress right here?” Hanbin cleared his throat, pointing to the teaser of her in a white mini dress.

Bao nodded, smiling. “Yeah?”

“It’s a really nice dress.”

“It is, isn't it? It’s mine, actually,” Bao smirked, taking her phone away from him and placing it on the coffee table.

“Really now?” he asked, pulling her into his lap. Bao nodded. “You think you could wear that next time you come over?”

“I mean, I could, but it wouldn’t be on for long, now would it?” she asked, leaning into him.

“This is very true,” Hanbin whispered, connecting their lips. His hands traveled down to the hem of her shirt and he gently tugged on it. Bao smirked into the kiss getting the message.

Bao’s Masterlist

[chibistarlyte]

shut up and dance with me

“Do you want to dance with me, Aizawa-kun?” Yagi asked with an almost bashful smile, and Aizawa couldn’t tell if it was the dim, colorful lights or a blush that was turning Yagi’s sharp cheeks pink.

“Alright,” he agreed, pushing himself off the wall and taking Yagi’s hand.

i wrote this fluffy erasermight fic for the @auyeahaugust prompt “dance” because i’m a slut for soft erasermight and i needed them to slow dance together.

thank you kat @sunshineijirou for betaing, as always. ilu!

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More often than not, Aizawa would rather be sleeping than wherever he was present at any given time, especially if he was required to socialize or be in other peoples’ presence. It took so much effort to keep up appearances, to refrain from being curt and rude when people tried to talk to him. He preferred the peace and quiet that solitude brought (though, he did enjoy all the quiet time he'd get to spend with Eri when he wasn't busy with other things).

Yet somehow, he still ended up getting roped into being a chaperone for the dance UA was holding for its third years. 

It had been Principal Nezu's idea—after some recent run-ins with villains and the like, the little mouse thought it'd be a good idea to hold some fun event to help the students, particularly those in the hero course, unwind and have a good time. But they still had to be prepared if something happened, and Aizawa was part of the chaperoning team to ensure the students’ safety.

So here he was, dressed in a suit and tie with his hair pulled back into a messy bun low at his neck, leaning against the wall far away from anyone else with his arms crossed and eyes squinted, watchful for any trouble. 

Yamada was DJing, because of course he was, though Aizawa had to admit that his best friend and eternal thorn in his side had a knack for knowing what music was popular with the kids nowadays. Everyone seemed to be having a good time on the dance floor. Aizawa even cracked a smile at the aptly-named Bakusquad's antics—Shinsou had Kaminari under his mind control and was forcing the electric boy to perform a bunch of embarrassing dance moves, much to the joy of the other students. Even Bakugou laughed, which brought a smirk to Aizawa's usually bored and impassive face.

"Was that a smile I just saw, Aizawa-kun?" came a very familiar voice, teasing in its tone.

Aizawa looked up to see Yagi standing next to him, holding two plastic cups, one in each of his large, bony hands.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Aizawa said, uncrossing his arms and taking the drink his coworker held out to him.

Yagi just smiled knowingly and took to leaning next to Aizawa against the wall. He hunched his shoulders and extended his noodle legs out a bit, his intimidating height dwindling just a little. But even dwarfing himself in such a way, he still towered over Aizawa.

"Glad to see you're not wearing that garish yellow suit you seem to favor so much," Aizawa commented dryly before taking a sip of punch. And he meant it. Yagi looked good in his navy blue suit, accented with a crisp white shirt and a red tie. It wasn't so oversized like his usual clothing, when he needed to be sure any outfit would accommodate a quick transformation into All Might. 

Yagi laughed, the sound coming from deep in his throat. "Why does everyone hate that suit so much?" he lamented, bringing his own cup to his lips. "Even you, who cares the least about fashion than anyone I know."

Aizawa shrugged, finishing his punch off in a couple of long gulps. "I prefer comfort and practicality over all else," he said, gesturing to his own black suit, complete with a dark charcoal grey shirt and a sloppily knotted black tie. He definitely didn't like dressing up, but at least he could say that his clothing was comfortable and afforded him some kind of inconspicuousness with the dark shades. 

"Well. You look good, Aizawa-kun," Yagi said warmly, and Aizawa could see his bright blue eyes squinted in a genuine smile.

Regretting that he couldn't hide behind the rim of his cup, having already finished his drink, Aizawa averted his gaze. "You too," he muttered, tapping the toe of his dress shoe against the gymnasium floor.

They stood in companionable silence, watching their students rock out to the fun and upbeat songs on Yamada's tracklist. Aizawa felt particularly amused observing Midoriya's attempt to teach Todoroki to dance. The icyhot boy's movements were so stiff and rigid that he made Iida's gestures look loose and free-flowing by comparison.

When the song ended, Yamada's loud, booming voice called the attention of the entire gymnasium. 

"Hey, hey, hey! You guys ready for a slow song?! Grab your favorite dance partners and just swaaaaay to the melody. Yeah!" the voice hero yelled as he messed with some buttons and switches on his turntable setup. There was a smooth transition into a much softer, much slower song with gentle piano and feminine vocals. 

Aizawa watched as the students began to pair off, confirming some of his suspicions as to the dating lives of his kids. 

Somehow Kirishima was able to coerce Bakugou to join him on the dance floor, and once they were there, Bakugou’s head rested on Kirishima’s shoulder as if it was meant to be there. 

Midoriya placed his hands on Todoroki’s solid shoulders, and Todoroki shyly touched his hands to Midoriya’s waist with an almost indecipherable smile on his face.

Asui took Uraraka’s hands in her own larger ones. Jirou pointedly made sure to look at Yaoyorozu’s face, a light blush on her cheeks. Dark Shadow swayed happily over Tokoyami and Shouji, clearly enjoying the music.

The erasure hero was glad that amongst all the strife they’d gone through, his kids seemed to find a little bit of love along the way.

Aizawa nearly jumped out of his skin when a large hand appeared in his vision, palm up in invitation.

“Do you want to dance with me, Aizawa-kun?” Yagi asked with an almost bashful smile, and Aizawa couldn’t tell if it was the dim, colorful lights or a blush that was turning Yagi’s sharp cheeks pink.

Normally he would have scoffed or rolled his eyes, or any other manner of clear dismissal at the offer. He had no interest in dancing, never had, and besides, he was here to keep watch and make sure everyone was safe. He had a job to do.

Still...something in Yagi’s eyes, eyes that radiated like sunlight reflected through colored glass in the sunken pits of his eye sockets, gave Aizawa pause and made his chest tighten for some godforsaken reason.

Damn, he was going soft.

“Alright,” he agreed, pushing himself off the wall and taking Yagi’s hand.

Yagi lit up like a kid in a candy store, smiling in that soft yet vibrant way of his as he led Aizawa out onto the dance floor.

“So...how does...one do this?” Aizawa muttered only loud enough for Yagi to hear, looking down at their still joined hands. “I’ve never danced before.”

“Well, it’s not like we have to waltz or anything,” Yagi said with a low chuckle. “Here...you can put your hand on my shoulders, and I’ll just…” he trailed off, bringing his free hand up and placing it hesitantly on Aizawa’s hip. Aizawa could feel the heat of Yagi’s palm through the fabric of his suit.

Aizawa brought his own free hand up toward Yagi’s shoulder, and it wasn’t until they were standing face-to-face, a hair’s breadth away from each other, that he realized just how damn tall the blond was, even in his skeletal form.

“Don’t think I can reach comfortably,” Aizawa said, bringing his arm back down and circling it around Yagi’s twig-thin waist. His calloused hand nestled in the small of Yagi’s back. “This alright?”

“Y-Yeah,” Yagi said with a nod and a weak smile, giving Aizawa’s hand a reassuring squeeze. “Maybe I should…” Yagi shifted, placing his other hand on Aizawa’s shoulder. It was a comforting weight that almost gave the illusion that Aizawa was wearing his binding scarves.

“Now what?” Aizawa said with a slight frown.

Smiling softly, Yagi curled his long fingers just a bit tighter around Aizawa’s much smaller hand. “We just, uh, sway to the music, y’know?” To illustrate, Yagi swayed side to side in time with the slow rhythm of the song, gently guiding Aizawa to do the same.

It was surprising how relaxing such a simple motion felt, Aizawa thought as he let himself be led by Yagi. The ever-present tension in his muscles seemed to melt away with every passing moment, and Aizawa felt...content, and perhaps a little sleepy.

Without even thinking, he leaned forward and rested his head against Yagi’s chest. He could hear the other man’s pulse in his ear, could feel the pounding of his heart against his cheek even through the layers of clothing separating them. But they weren’t doing anything even remotely strenuous. Why was Yagi’s heart beating so fast?

Blond hair tickled his temple as Yagi leaned his head down, resting his bony chin atop Aizawa’s scruffy mess of hair that hadn’t been tamed by the bun. Yagi’s hand traveled up from Aizawa’s shoulder to behind his neck, and Aizawa involuntarily shivered as Yagi’s fingertips almost lovingly stroked the sensitive skin at the base of his neck.

Aizawa let his fingers curl into the fabric of Yagi’s jacket, not caring if he left wrinkles in his wake. For some inexplicable reason, he felt the need to hold onto Yagi, to pull him close and not let go.

The song came to an end sooner than Aizawa would have liked, and Yamada made a smooth transition into some pop-punk headbanger that immediately changed the mood of the gymnasium. Aizawa couldn’t help the slight scowl that overtook his features. And just when he was getting comfortable, too…

Yagi took a small step back, creating a polite space between them that Aizawa wanted to close again immediately. “This is a little too upbeat for my old bones,” the Symbol of Peace joked with another of his bashful smiles.

“Perhaps we should go back to supervising, then,” Aizawa said, slowly loosening his fingers from Yagi’s suit jacket and dropping his hand back to his side. Yagi did the same, trailing his fingertip across Aizawa’s neck as he removed his hand from his coworker.

They still held each other’s hands, though, neither of them ready to let go just yet.

“Thanks for the dance,” Aizawa said, meeting Yagi’s gentle gaze with a relaxed one of his own.

“No, thank you, Aizawa-kun. I’m very happy you agreed to dance with me,” Yagi said with a disarming smile.

Something hung in the air between them, something charged and soft at the same time—something magnetic, something exhilarating and calming and frightening, all mixed into a cacophony of energy that left Aizawa’s nerves tingling. 

Just then, Yagi leaned forward and kissed Aizawa’s forehead. Aizawa practically melted on the spot with a soft exhale, letting his eyes slide shut for just a moment. But when he cracked them open again, Yagi was gone, already across the gymnasium.

Placing a hand on his chest in an attempt to calm his racing heart, Aizawa left the dance floor himself. When he saw his loudmouth best friend waving at him from behind his DJ podium, Aizawa sighed. Damn, he probably saw what had just transpired between him and Yagi. He weaved through the dancings students, headed for Yamada’s music station.

“Shouta!” Yamada greeted, leaning on his turntable with his elbow to get closer to Aizawa. “I see you had a good time during that last song, hm?” the blond asked, waggling his eyebrows in a very suggestive manner.

Aizawa rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, glaring death at his best friend. “Shut up, or I’ll strangle you with my tie and make it look like an accident,” he warned, voice dangerously low.

Yamada just laughed at Aizawa’s threat to his life, patting his slightly shorter friend on the back hard enough to bruise. “You won’t and you know it,” he teased, sticking his tongue out. “You’re all bark and no bite. Which works out well for Yagi-san, ne?”

Blowing out a sigh, Aizawa didn’t deign Yamada’s comment with an answer. He didn’t leave his best friend’s side, though, just leaned back against the wall like before. He adopted his usual no-nonsense expression, his lips pulled down in a slight frown. His dark eyes surveyed the room, once again on high alert for any possible danger.

But when he looked across the gym and met gazes with a certain blond-haired, blue-eyed man standing over by the punch table, Aizawa couldn’t fight down the tiny smile that crept up on his face.

[writteninsunshine]

Let Your Colors Fill My World 002/003 - Axel/Zexion - SFW

Chapter: 2/3

Word Count: 3000

Pairings: Axel/Zexion

Characters: Axel, Zexion, Vexen, Xigbar

Warnings: Omegaverse, ABO Dynamics, Omegaphobic Stuff, Not Consecutive Order, 11 Is out of order for the rest of the one-shots, Romance

Chapter Summary: 11-20 of the 30 Kisses Meme. More shenanigans at the college, plus the first time Axel actually wanted to show Zexion his feelings.

AN: So, 11 goes before every other drabble in this fic, then everything else follows after 10. At any rate, I’m sorry it took me so long to update this. I’m actually really happy to get it done, I think it’s a lot of fun. People on my KH twitter H3artB3atsx got to see some previews for this, and I post fic previews there as well as headcanons on occasion. If you’d like to give me a follow, feel free!

Let Your Colors Fill My World Chapter One

Kingdom Hearts Fanfic Masterlist

Chapter Two: You Chase The Gray Away

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(11. Gardenia)

“Howdy, neighbor.” Axel’s head popped up over the fence to look at Zexion, resting his chin on his arms. He must have climbed the tree in his backyard, a seven-foot fence was far too high for any normal seventeen-year-old to lean on.

 “Uh… Hi?” Zexion asked more than greeted, picking some strawberries from the plants that Vexen (with Marluxia’s help)  grew in the backyard. “What are you up to?” 

“Oh, nothing.” Axel chuckled a little, finally climbing the fence and dropping down into Zexion’s yard. He presented the other with a pretty white flower with a grin on his face.

“What’s this?” Zexion asked, standing fully and dusting off his knees, shyly stepping over and accepting the flower.

“Marluxia’s growing gardenias, and he told me what they mean.” Axel grinned at the fourteen-year-old, reaching forward to brush some of his hair out of his face. “Do you know?”

“Of course, I do. Gardenias mean secret or untold love,” Then, his cobalt eyes went wide and he stared up at the elder teen for a second. The seventeen-year-old nodded, smiling down at him gentler, “Are you-- R-really?” 

“Yeah, really.” He offered, cupping the other’s cheek, “What do you think?”

The Omega nodded slowly, unable to speak for a second as he considered the flower in his hands. His lips parted and he finally just leaned up on his tiptoes, puckering his lips and closing his eyes. Axel leaned down, kissing him gently, smiling against his lips.

“I accept.” Zexion added softly when they broke apart, “I… I’ve liked you for a while.” He smelled so good, Axel was surprised that the other was so ready to be with him if he were honest. It wasn’t like he’d expected to be accepted just like that. Zexion was refined, even for his young age, and Axel was kind of a mess. Maybe not as much of a mess as Reno but that was like being the tallest dwarf.

“Good.” He replied, kissing him again softly before he paled, hearing the back door open.

“Zexion, where are you? You should have picked the strawberries by now.” Vexen called, and Axel ducked behind some bushes, hoping his hair wasn’t poking out of the top. He flattened out on his stomach to avoid being seen.. 

“I’m on my way, Vexen,” Zexion called to his father, turning on his heels. “Thank you,” He added in a whisper in Axel’s general direction, “I’ll see you later.”

“Yeah, for sure.” Axel watched Zexion heading into the house, hating to see him go. Still, he’d gotten more than he thought he would out of their exchange. His lips still tingled and he smelled richly of cinnamon and smoke as he crawled through the hole in the back of the fence back to his own yard. Nevermind the strawberries in his hand, one popped past his lips as he entered the back door into the house.

(12. In A Good Mood)

Purring happily as he worked on his homework, curled up in his nest of blankets and pillows with Axel, Zexion closed his eyes. It was so nice, to be honest, to have Axel here while he worked, he appreciated the warmth wafting off the elder man.

“You sure seem happy,” Axel observed, his eyes closed as he absently pet over the other’s belly, humming to himself. His warm fingers found the hem of Zexion’s shirt and slipped underneath, and the blue-haired teen simply squirmed for him to get comfortable again.

“I’m in a good mood,” Zexion responded, tilting his head and turning enough to kiss the other’s lips softly. “You’re warm, I’m doing my homework, and everything feels… Right. I like this.”

“Yeah, it does,” Axel murmured, chasing the other’s lips gently and working his mouth against the other’s with a soft, happy purr. “You always feel good, even if you’re working.”

“You’re the best.” Zexion replied softly, kissing him one last time, “If not distracting.”

“Sometimes distracting you is fun,” Axel laughed, shaking his head, red spikes cascading over his shoulders. “I can’t help it.”

“I enjoy it, at least.” Zexion smiled at him, leaning into him a little more as he closed his eyes again, “I like cuddling with you, doing my homework. Or, really, doing anything... I’m glad you’re here.”

“Me, too.”

(13. Excessive Chain)

“If you’re trying to impress me, it isn’t working.” Oh, it was working, alright. Axel was so good at this game, probably because he hung out with Demyx so much. His combo chain on Dance Dance Revolution was getting ridiculous, and Zexion was going to swoon, as much as he didn’t want to admit to it.

Axel continued to follow the steps, stomping here and there before taking a jump like a champ. Nevermind the song he was playing was HONEY♂PUNCH by Riyu Kosaka, and it looked pretty hard on Expert mode. Zexion was entranced, watching his feet move to the beat of the song. The 314 chained streak was really wearing on Zexion’s resolve not to kiss him when he was done. 

With a final streak of 335, a AA score, Axel was panting and dripping with sweat. He wiped at his face with his arm, which did nothing, and turned to Zexion.

“You want to try?” He asked, breathless.

“I… No, not really. That looks… Difficult.” Zexion shook his head, hopping off the bed to cross the room to his boyfriend. “I think I’d rather congratulate you for your effort, if I may.”

“Of course, dude.” Axel grinned, bending down to plant a sloppy, wet kiss on his lover’s lips. “I always like your rewards.”

“Of course you do,” Zexion smirked, making a show of wiping his face. “You’re so wet.

“You should try the game, Zex.” Axel offered sweetly, “I can put the difficulty level down for you and put on an easy song.” 

“I… Okay... I suppose I can give it a shot.” But he’d have to change out of his jeans, probably. Even Axel was wearing basketball shorts right now. Walking to his dresser, he pulled out a pair of short stretchy shorts, dropping his pants and slipping into them.

“You’re gonna want socks, too, so you don’t slip,” Axel told him, eyes glued to his rump as Zexion bent over. With a pair of Digimon ankle socks on his feet, Zexion bit his lip as he scooted across the floor to the dance pad. Axel had already set up Faster Kill Pussycat on beginner mode, and Zexion was ready to make a fool of himself.

The song was slow, and the movements something he could keep up with. After a few notes, he almost thought he could handle something more intensive because after getting the hang of it, the slow drag of each guide was getting to him. Thankfully, he managed to get through the song, though he didn’t have a very good streak. He managed with a C, which wasn’t something he was used to.

“I… I suck at this.” Zexion frowned as Axel wrapped his arms around him from behind, kissing his ear.

“You could practice? Get better. I know you can do it, babe.” Axel nuzzled his neck and Zexion nodded. “Plus, it could be that beginner mode is too slow. I know Reno can’t play it, but he can do the next one.”

“I’m going to get better.” Because he wanted to impress Axel, too. “...Should I try the next level up?”

“I’d love to see you try.” Axel purred in his ear, kissing along the nape of his neck.

“Okay, okay, I will--” If he could keep his hands to himself.

(14. Radio-Cassette Player)

“Where did you even find this?” Zexion asked, head tilting to the side as he watched Axel grinning with his prize. The redhead just beamed at him and plugged it in, both teens wincing as it immediately spit harsh static into the room. Clapping his hands over his ears, the blue-haired man turned away, flopping dramatically onto his bed and shaking his head. “Turn it off! That’s awful!” 

Pushing the power button, Axel laughed as he shook out his mane of hair, grinning again when Zexion peered over with one eye uncovered from his fancy Chocobo down feather comforter. 

“I found it in my dad’s attic. We were cleaning it and he said I could keep it. I also found some other things.” Crossing the dorm room to his bag, he brought it over to the bed and dropped it with a loud clack of plastic. 

“What is it?”

“Cassettes,” Axel stated proudly, puffed up as he started to go through the bag, digging out the old music and seeking something they both might like. 

Reaching over to pluck Bad Company by Bad Company from the pile, Zexion waved it in the air, holding it with his thumb and forefinger, upright. 

“This is a serious gem. Even Vexen likes this.” Though the blond would never admit that. 

“Do you like it?” Axel asked, raising a brow as he collected it from the other’s fingers, looking over the tracklist on the back.

“Yes, it’s rather good.” Smiling sweetly, Zexion lounged back on his bed, pulling the bag of cassettes closer as he began to investigate what else Xigbar had had before these went defunct. Striding to the cassette player, Axel removed the tape from the box and set it to play. 

Well I take whatever I want

And baby I want you

You give me something I need

Now tell me I got something for you

Crawling back into bed with Zexion, Axel reached over to pull his chin up, kissing him softly as the song continued to play. 

“It’s a good song,” Zexion murmured against his lips. 

“It is.” Chuckling, Axel nuzzled their noses together, “Works for us.”

Zexion considered that for a moment before nodding.

“It does.”

(15. Perfect Blue)

Without a doubt, Zexion was always beautiful. When he slept, when he ate, whenever he did anything at all, Axel was in awe of him. Even now, when he was blatantly ignoring the redhead, glaring at his textbook and muttering under his breath, Axe could have stared for hours. 

Some idiot Alpha had told Zexion that he was too young to add to the conversation and that pretty Omegas shouldn’t ‘try so hard’. Not only had the blue-haired male stepped up to the plate to prove his age didn’t mean anything, but he had every intention of proving the Omegaphobic piece of shit wrong and wiping the floor with him.

Determination creased his brow as he took a few more notes, and Axel couldn’t help but swoon. Zexion was perfect, from the harsh frown on his lips to the hardness of those engaging blue eyes. There wasn’t an Omega alive that could do the same things that Zexion could. Hell, there might not have been an Alpha alive that could rival him, either, as much as that thought pissed Vexen off to no end.

Leaning over in their nest, Axel kissed his neck, cheek, and over to his lips, all while the younger Omega growled.

“What are you doing?” His tone told Axel it was best not to beat around the bush on this. 

“You’re perfect. My perfect blue.” Axel murmured, and Zexion snorted.

“I’m telling Saïx.” 

“Don’t you dare.” Axel frowned, “What, I’m not allowed to think my boyfriend is perfect?”

“You are.” Zexion replied with a huff, “When he’s not busy.”

“You’re always busy.”

“And right now I’m definitely too busy.” Zexion sighed, looking over at him. “But you need my attention, don’t you?”

“You can keep studying, I just want to let you know I’m here.” Axel replied with a grin, “Plus, it’s probably time to eat soon.”

“I’ll eat with you in half an hour. Let me just… Finish this chapter.” 

“Okay.” Axel laughed softly, kissing his cheek. “I’ll wait.”

(16. Invincible, Unrivaled)

Much like Axel had thought at the beginning of Zexion’s short-lived rivalry, he had come out on top. A good deal of Zexion’s research and study over the course of the last three days had proven most of the Alpha’s thesis wrong, and the blue-haired Omega couldn’t be told apart from the cat that got the cream. There was something about the way that the smaller teen preened and puffed up when he was about to prove someone wrong that made Axel skip his own class to go with his boyfriend and watch the fireworks. 

“I seriously can’t believe that he was that wrong.” Axel whistled, shaking his head a little and letting his hair flow over his shoulder. Zexion purred.

“I can. He refused any Omega-lead research in hopes that he’d be right by default. Nobody should assume that they’re right by default.” Vexen had taught him that.

“Maybe you can.” Axel purred, leaning down to kiss the top of Zexion’s head.

“I would never go into something so blind as to think I was already correct unless I already knew beyond a reasonable doubt that I was,” Zexion replied, looking up to capture his lips after a moment. “If I don’t have all the facts, then I’m not about to say that I do. That’s a mistake Vexen has made, and has crucified me for making. I’d much rather learn to do better.”

“Because you’re a smart cookie.” Axel offered, and Zexion snorted, laughing after a moment.

“Because I refuse to be the one with egg on my face when I’m wrong.” He corrected with a wink. 

“Because you’re smart.” Axel reiterated, “It’s uh, intelligent of you to be willing to be educated on something you don’t know for sure.”

“It is…” He smiled softly, “Thank you.” That observation earned him another kiss, and Zexion purred as they rounded a corner into the quad.

(17. kHz (kilohertz))

“That is way too loud!” Zexion called over the cassette player, and Axel just grinned at him. 

“No way!” It was like being at a club, but it was just Zexion’s dorm room. The blue-haired male reached over to poke the volume button until the level was something he could stand. “Aw, c’mon, Zex…”

“No, it’s way too loud.”

“You sound like Vexen.” Axel pouted, rolling his eyes.

“Excuse me if I don’t like loud noises. Things that are too loud hurt.” The Omega responded carefully, sighing as a kiss was placed on his forehead and he was lead back over to the bed. Axel laid them down, wrapping around the other like an octopus claiming a coconut shell.

“Sorry, hot stuff.” He muttered, absently finding the other’s lips. “I won’t do it again.” Hopefully.

(18. "Say Ahh….”)

“Open your mouth.” Zexion purred, looking at his blindfolded lover like he was the one thing in his life worth praising. “Say ‘ahhh’.”

“Okay,” Axel began slowly, letting his tongue hang out of his mouth as he kept his eyes shut, awaiting whatever was coming his way. A strawberry, plump and juicy, was placed on his tongue and he helped to guide it into his mouth, taking a bite just underneath the leaves. Purring loudly, Axel savored the sweet fruit as he chewed it, surprised when he felt a strawberry flavored kiss on his lips.

“I love you.” Zexion murmured, happy that someone trusted him enough to do this.

“Love you, too, Zex,” Axel told him with a smile, relaxing further into the nest they’d made of Zexion’s bed.

(19. Red)

The campus bonfire wasn’t something that Zexion would have been able to attend had he still lived with his father. Vexen didn’t approve of anything that dealt with so much fire, or so many irresponsible young adults around his son. It wasn’t like he was looking for Zexion here, though, and the younger male could get away with doing whatever he wanted while living on campus. It was nice, because he was able to spend time with Axel, cuddled up near the fire and sipping on a Banora White soda. 

The orange light lit up Zexion’s slate blue hair as he leaned against Axel’s chest, settled between his legs. It made the red of Axel’s hair seem brighter, more intense, and as Zexion took another sip of his drink, he purred, nuzzling his face into the other’s chest. It felt so natural to just hide in their own little world in a public place like this, kissing occasionally and spending time just enjoying each other’s company. 

If someone had asked him three years ago if he thought he had a real chance staying with Axel, Zexion would have laughed mirthlessly at the prospect. Now, he was more than happy to be with the other male during every ounce of spare time he had, and he was glad that Axel seemed ready to enjoy his company in return.

(20. The Road Home)

“What are you gonna do this summer?” Axel asked absently, petting a hand through Zexion’s blue hair and humming lightly.

“I was going to take a few summer classes, though I won’t be living in the dorm for them. Vexen was going to drive me, I think he misses having me around.” Zexion figured he was lonely without him there, even if he had more time to work and do whatever he wanted without him. Axel nodded slowly, kissing the top of his head.

“I should do something, then, welcome you back home.”

“I feel like I’m leaving home, having to go back.” Zexion replied, “You feel more like home than that house ever could, at this rate.”

Axel kissed his lips softly, “You’re so poetic.”

“You make me feel things only poetry can hope to describe,” Zexion replied sweetly, chasing his lips several times before the pair gave up putting on airs. Laying around doing little to nothing to pack, they spent the better part of the afternoon kissing their day away. They only had a few days left of this life before the summer vacation, and Axel was going to miss this for the next four months.

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AN: Alright, so! I hope you guys enjoyed this, it was a lot of fun for me to work on. I really love writing these two, it’s too much fun to do! I think they’re definitely a guilty pleasure ship for me. I just think they have a nice dynamic, despite everything. I hope you guys enjoyed it, and I’ll see you in the next part!

Prompt: Thirty Kisses Theme Set 1 Kisses 11-20

[sativariddle]

BLONDE ꒰ SATIVARIDDLE ꒱

ㅤ────── IN WHICH . . . i create drabbles, imagines, and scenarios based on the tracks of frank ocean's album "blonde," set within the hogwarts universe.

TRACK 01: NIKES ➜ THEODORE NOTT. . . has everything money can buy: except the girl he still aches for. poor theodore wrapped in privilege and a hollow engagement, drifts through gilded ballrooms with drink in hand, haunted by the girl who never asked for diamonds: only him. like cheap thrills behind expensive walls, your memory lingers: proof that some things can’t be bought. if he can’t have your love, he’ll settle for your hate; as long as you still feel something toward him.

TRACK 02: IVY ➜ TOM RIDDLE. . . ( coming soon idk. )

[bucky-at-bedtime]

Familiar

Summary: Steve wanders into a record shop looking to make a dent in his to-do list. He doesn’t expect the owner to make a dent in his life. 

Pairing: Steve x reader

Warnings: Guess what? more fluff.

Words: 2,800

A/n: So, I wasn’t planning on posting this but... here it is?? Thanks, @averyrogers83 - you gave me this idea and I really like how it turned out... Please give me feedback! I know this is kinda cheesy but I liked writing it. Love u all. seriously 💛💛💛 I might make this a multi-chapter thingo if it gets a good response... what do you guys think?

ALSO I only have one person on my Steve taglist so, like, feel free to shoot me an ask to be added to that?? Or any of my taglists tbh

Masterlist

The record store was in a quiet part of town, and in turn, the store was pretty much empty, aside from the clerk whose head was resting on her folded arms - possibly asleep at the counter. The shelves were covered in a thin layer of dust, occasionally broken by a fingerprint or some sign of the products being moved, and records in cardboard sleeves were scattered, almost randomly, across every surface. Many of the corners were worn and many images were faded, but there was a shelf of brand-new records to one side - records still covered in plastic wrap with vivid artwork and photography. A bell chimed quietly when he pushed the door open, but the girl sitting at the counter didn’t budge.

It felt like a place out of time - something that shouldn’t have survived so long - just like him.

As soon as Steve entered, a feeling of comfort washed over him. The familiarity of a record store - rows upon rows of vinyls and posters with torn edges - it even smelled the same. He inhaled deeply, surveying the shelves around him and looking for anything familiar. There wasn’t much, but that’s okay - he wasn’t here for his old music.

He dug into his pocket, pulling out a tattered notebook and flipping to the page with his to-do list. He let out a sigh as he stared at the list, he was pretty sure he would never catch up with the modern world, not with the amount of entertainment in the world. Not after so much time had passed.

He wandered down one isle, his fingers lightly tracing the tops of records, searching for ‘Nirvana,’ one of the bands on his list. After what felt like a very long time, his fingers finally came to a halt, drifting over the title of an album - ‘From the Muddy Banks of the Wishkah’ by Nirvana - and he quickly pulled it out, studying the cover.

“I wouldn’t go for that album,” a sweet voice interrupted his perusing and he flinched slightly at the sudden noise breaking the tranquility of the record store.

“Sorry, you just, don’t seem like you know what you’re looking for and that-” you gestured to the record in his hands, “-is Nirvana’s worst album.”

He blinked lamely at you, confused by your sudden appearance. You ignored his silence and began to flick through the record yourself. “This, is their best album.” you smiled, holding up ‘Nevermind,’ Nirvana’s second album, gesturing for him to take it.

“Uh– I didn’t realise it was so obvious. My cluelessness, I mean.” he had finally collected his thoughts, and stuttered out a response, placing the first record down and taking the one from your hands.

“Well, you were frozen in ice for 70 years or something - I connected the dots.”

“Ah, so you did recognise me,” he mumbled, scratching the back of his head in embarrassment.

“Yeah, I watch the news every once and a while.” you chuckled, picking up a few stray records, intending to sort them into their proper space.

“Right, of course,” he mumbled, a small smile gracing his features as he followed you down the isle, intending to buy the record and leave. “You uh, seem to know a lot about Nirvana. They a favourite of yours?”

“Not really. I just know a lot about pop culture. Working in a place like this - you learn a lot about music. Plus I have a lot of spare time.” you glanced back at him, watching curiously as he read the back of the record.

You assumed the conversation was over, and turned to continue working.

“Hey, wait, would you– would you be able to help me? I uh… need to try and catch up so if you have any suggestions…”

You turned immediately on your heel, grinning towards the tall blonde man. “I thought you’d never ask,” you said, excitement lacing your voice as you immediately starting to make a list in your head. “I’m y/n, by the way.”

He chuckled lightly at your excitement, a sweet smile reaching his cheeks as he watched you filter through the records in your arms, dropping the pile on the counter in front of you and pulling out two records.

“Ok, we have ‘Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band’ - The Beatles, I’m sure you’ve heard of them.” You looked up to gauge his reaction and he nodded his head in confirmation.

“Already heard a few of their songs,” he mumbled, taking the colourful record from you and adding it to the Nirvana one.

You held up the next record, a single. He stared blankly at the plain white cover, reading the title out. “Spice, Wan-abe?” His face was set in a grimace, immediately judging a book by its cover.

“The Spice Girls - Wannabe,” you corrected, laughing at his pronunciation. “It was really popular in the 90s, everybody in the world knows the lyrics to this chorus,” you mumbled, piling it on top of his other records.

He was still staring at the cover, suddenly unsure about your judgement, but he followed as you began to rush down another isle. “This place is like a maze,” he murmured, eyes trailing over the tall shelves in alarm, “How do you know where everything is?”

“I’ve been in this place pretty much every day since I was born - my dad owned it,” you explained, tracing your fingers across the spines of a few records. “I know this place like the back of my ha– here it is!”

You pulled out another record, briefly showing him the cover before thrusting it into his arms. “Goodbye Yellow Brick Road - Elton John - Really popular in the 70s, Elton John is one of the greats.”

He nodded along, slightly overwhelmed by all the information, but glad to have someone who knew what they were talking about, rather than Tony’s bias towards ‘AC DC’ and Sam’s strange addiction to 90s boy bands.

“Oh! This is what’s playing now.” You pulled a black and white album cover from a nearby shelf and pointed up, gesturing to the speakers. “The Rolling Stones - Exile on Main st.”

A breathy laugh escaped his lips as he watched you shake your head from side to side to the rhythm of ‘Casino Boogie,’ squeezing your eyes shut in enjoyment.

“You really know your stuff,” he chuckled, adding the record to his pile.

You opened your eyes and he watched as they glistened with your passion for these records - the music, the artists, the store. You were at home here, and he found himself wishing he had something like that.

You added another couple of records to his pile - Michael Jackson, Prince, Mariah Carey, Whitney Houston - before heading towards the shelf of modern music.

“Alright, there is a lot of good modern music, but there’s also a lot of bad modern music that’s really popular anyway - so I’ll try to be gentle.”

He laughed at your words and turned to watch as your fingers hovered over album titles and artists, your bottom lip pulled into your teeth.

“Uhmm, we’ll go with this.” You pulled out a dark record, holding it up to show him.

“Macklemore and Ryan Lewis - The Heist,” he read out, taking the record from your hands and studying the back of it.

You moved closer, so that you were standing next to him, your shoulder brushing against his own as you explained. “It’s rap, but some of the stuff on here is really powerful. Same Love is an amazing song about equality and homophobia and Wing$ is all about materialism and violence…”

He had stopped listening, distracted by the way you moved as you explained passionately. Your eyes had that look in them again, and he couldn’t tear his own eyes away. Your hands gesticulated, pointing to the tracklist as you directed him towards the best songs as he could see the excitement, the passion, in your movement.

He blinked, subtly shaking his head as he tuned back in.

“Oh, and ‘Cowboy boots’ is a bit of fun - good to sing along to.” you confirmed, pulling your hand away to look up at him.

“I’d like to hear that,” he mumbled, eyes widening as he realised what he’d said. He frantically tried to come up with a way to backpedal out of his statement, and he could’ve sworn he saw your eyes widen slightly, but you took it well.

“Oh trust me, you wouldn’t - I sound like a dying cat when I sing.” you laughed, taking a step back and picking up another album. “But, get a few drinks in me and I become the absolute queen of karaoke. Now that’s something you’d like to see.”

He laughed along with you, running a hand through his hair, already forgetting his awkward slip-up.

“Alright, last one.” You reached up to a higher shelf and pulled down a bright orange album. “Ed Sheeran’s first mainstream album - it broke the world back in 2011 when it came out, he’s probably the most popular male artist of recent history.”

You placed the final album gently on top of his pile, sending him an accomplished smile.

“Wow, this is a bit of a to-do list” he chuckled, staring down at the massive, colourful pile in his arms.

You laughed. “You asked, buddy.” You patter him gently on the shoulder and he could’ve sworn a shiver ran through his entire body at your touch.

“Wow it’s actually almost closing time,” you mumbled, noticing the sun going down outside and checking your watch. “I’ll ring those up for you and then close up shop.”

He followed you to the counter, watching as you carefully placed the record in a brown bag and hummed along to another song that was playing on the speaker system.

“So I’m curious,” you mumbled, pulling him from his trance, “you want to catch up with the modern world, why buy records? I’m assuming you have a phone and iTunes.”

He laughed gently at the question, the corner of his mouth twisting up. “I guess– I guess it’s just nice to have something I know. In the middle of everything so… so foreign and new, it’s uh comforting to have something… familiar.”

You felt a smile pull at your lips as you pushed the bag across the counter to him, your eyes meeting for a moment. His eyes were full of wistfulness as he looked back at you, a grateful smile on his lips.

“Well, the door’s always open,” you tilted your head towards the door, attempting to send him a comforting smile. “I mean, in a metaphorical way, not literally, I’m actually about to lock up”

He laughed, but thanked you gently. He knew it was strange, but he wanted to stay, to keep listening to you talk. your passion was exhilarating and it made him feel warm, as sappy as that sounded. 

His head turned as if he was about to walk out, but he suddenly turned back to you, his mouth open as if he wanted to say something but he wasn’t sure how.

“You alright there, captain?” You smirked, organising the last few things on the counter.

“Can I walk you home?” He blurted the words out, unsure of how else to phrase it and your head flicked up in surprise, your eyes wide.

“I’m sorry - that was weird, I’ll just… go.” He turned on his heel, brusquely trying to escape his awkward moment.

“No!” You flung your backpack over your shoulder and rushed around the counter to meet him. “I’d love for you to walk me home,” you stated confidently, grinning up at him.

He smiled down at you. “Alright. Alright, let’s go.”

He pulled the door open, allowing you to walk out in front of him and you smiled thankfully, brushing a hair behind your ear. He held his arm out to you once you locked the door and you looped yours underneath, chuckling lightly at his old-fashioned, gentlemanly actions.

“I have an idea,” you stated, digging your hands into your pockets and pulling out some headphones and your phone. “I’ll show you some music while we walk - some of my favourite stuff, not world-famous like the records I gave you.”

You reached up and slipped the headphone into his ear, putting the other one in your ear and scrolling through your iTunes library, clicking on your favourote song by Rex Orange County.

‘Loving is easy

You had me fucked up,

It used to be so hard to see

Yeah, loving is easy

When everything’s perfect

Please don’t change a single little thing for me’

The song started playing and you began to him along instantly, knowing it off by heart. He sent you a smile and nodded his head along to the rhythm.

“This is nice,” he mumbled, his arm falling down and his fingers subconsciously intertwining with your own, he realised what he was doing, but it was too late, and he felt a blush spread across his cheeks when you didn’t pull your hand away. “Better than anything Tony tried to show me.”

You laughed at that, tapping your thumb lightly on the back of his hand. You were a little shocked when his hand grabbed yours, but of course Steve Rogers had some moves. 

‘When you can’t even hide it

And it didn’t take forever to find it

I was all on my own

Almost glad to be alone

Until love came in

On time, on time’

He felt like he was floating and he couldn’t pull the smile off of his face. His heart beat in time with the song and he felt your thumb tapping lazily on the back of his hand he watched you in the corner of his eye, trying not to get caught.

Your hair fell loosely in front of his face and if he listened closely, he could hear your voice as you quietly sang along. He didn’t think you sounded like a dying cat at all.

He’d only just met you, but he knew he wanted to keep you around.

‘So, loving is easy

You had me fucked up,

It used to be so hard to see

Yeah, loving is easy

When everything’s perfect

Please don’t change a single little thing for me’

You glanced up at him, catching his eyes as he was already looking at you. You smiled, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth.

It was strange. A few hours ago, Captain America walked into your shop, looking for help with his to-do list. Now, he was walking you home, holding your hand and listening to your music. This was the kind of thing that happened in rom-coms, and suddenly it was happening to you in real-life.

His hand squeezed yours gently and you felt a blush rush across your neck, threatening to flood your cheeks. You averted your eyes, looking down at the pavement.

‘So listen girl,

When you can’t even hide it

And it didn’t take forever to find it

I was all on my own

Almost glad to be alone

Until love came in

On time, on time’

He pulled the headphone out as the song ended, and you looked back up at him, raising a brow inquisitively.

“That was... amazing, do you have his vinyl?”

“Of course I do,” you chuckled, “you’ll have to come visit me at the store sometime.” You said the words in a light-hearted tone, but you hoped with everything you had that he would come back. 

“Trust me, I will.” he murmured, forcing you to smile again, the blush finally reaching your cheeks.

“Alright well, this is my place.” you gestured towards the apartment building and he nodded his head slowly in recognition.

You looked down at your connected hands and slowly released his fingers, letting your hand fall to your side.

“Thank you, for the records, and for teaching me about some of this stuff,” he mumbled, lifting the bag slightly.

You knew this was where you were supposed to say goodbye, and hope to see him again at the store, but you couldn’t just leave it at that. You had no idea where this new-found confidence came from, but you reached forward, pulling a pen out of your bag and lifting his shirt from his wrist. He was an old-fashioned guy - you decided to do something a little old-fashioned, and wrote out your number on his wrist.

When you were done, you glanced up at his shocked face, leaving towards him and pressing your lips gently to his cheek, as close to his lips as possible.

“Call me, Steve,” you whispered into his ear, brushing your fingers across his shoulder as you pulled away.

He nodded gently, a blush spreading across his cheeks. “I will, doll.”

You felt a shiver run down your spine as you turned away, entering your building and leaving Captain America on the side of the road.

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