#does that mean she also made copy x's body?????

[lanatusnebula]

Is building a reploid like building a computer or is it like brewing alcohol? Or is it like building a car? Can you build a car from scratch? There's laws and regulations right? I know there are things like Pantheons that are mass produced, but is every reploid made in a facility? Or are they also.made in garages...????

[peachhcs]

trust fall

hughes!sister x will smith au (samy + will)

samy does a small tiktok prank with will while they’re running errands (based off of this tiktok)

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i saw this tiktok the other day & was inspired to write a little blurb about it. hopefully more posts soon because my spring break is coming up! :) lowkey a blurb lowkey not lol

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samy thought her idea was brilliant. she'd been on a tiktok kick lately and the video she stumbled across was a perfect one to test on will as they ran some errands today. when he wasn't looking the girl set her phone up to start recording and catching her while she did surprise trust falls. copying the couple in the video, samy started by making sure will was looking at her and falling backwards. the couple stood in the bread aisle and of course, the blonde didn't understand what she was doing, so samy had to catch herself—a small giggle escaping her lips.

"what are you doing?" will chuckled too, some confusion on his features.

"nothing," samy shrugged, not wanting him to know she was doing it for a tiktok. her boyfriend eyed her suspiciously before going back to what he was doing.

about five minutes later, samy set her phone up again, pretending to look at spices. she glanced over her shoulder, making sure she'd be in will's eye line before positioning herself for another trust fall. the boy saw her body going backwards from the corner of his eye, instinct taking over as he quickly reached out to grab her before she hit the ground.

samy laughed as will got her back upright, confusion still on his features. "jesus, what was that?" the boy wondered.

"catching me means you love me," samy teased. will playfully rolled his eyes, returning his attention back to whatever he was doing beforehand.

the brunette waited until they were in another aisle to do another trust fall. she made sure will didn't see her set up her camera, but two seconds later, his phone buzzed. the girl could hear faint sounds of ryan's voice on the other end as will began listing him off the different kinds of ranches. for a moment, samy debated on waiting until will wasn't on the phone, but she also didn't care and wanted to test her boyfriend's strength and multitasking skills.

she waited until he began walking in her direction and let herself fall backwards. will's footsteps sped up and his one arm had a tight hold on samy's waist a second later, hardly breaking the conversation with ryan, "classy ranch or just the regular one?"

samy giggled as will met her gaze briefly, trying to act annoyed but failing miserably as a playful expression replaced his attempt to be annoyed.

her next one didn't happen until they were in the parking lot after loading the groceries into will's car. she sneakily set up her phone when he was putting the cart away, giggling to herself and watching as will walked back over to her.

"ready?" he wondered, kissing her cheek and opening up her door for her.

samy stood still for a moment, making no moves to get in. will's confusion returned until samy began slowly falling backwards. the boy grabbed ahold of her waist, pushing her back upright again.

"come on, get in," will said playfully, watching as the brunette spun around to grab her phone.

"how many times are you gonna keep making me catch you?" he raised his eyebrow. like always, will reached over to buckle samy's seatbelt. she flushed every time he did that for her despite how many times samy told him she could buckle her own seatbelt.

"however many times i want to," the girl responded, smiling widely. another playful eye roll came from will as he quickly kissed her lips and hurried around to the driver's side.

the ride back into campus was uneventful. ryan and gabe helped will and samy unload the groceries when they were back at the house—the two boys probably only excited for the food the couple bought for them.

samy thought it was another perfect time for a trust fall. as soon as her camera was set up, she spun around and immediately fell knowing will was right behind her. the boy grabbed her, quickly pushing her back up.

the giggles never left samy's lips, watching as will shook his head at the camera. "and i thought it'd stop when we were back home," he teased slightly, eyes falling back to samy.

the girl shrugged, "i like being unpredictable."

not even five minutes later, will was rushing to catch samy again. the girl was a fit of laughter. “you’re killing me, hughes,” will muttered, but samy knew he secretly liked her little game.

“it’s what i do best though, right?” the girl grinned. will didn’t say anything besides the little smile tugging on his lips while going back to cutting up vegetables.

the last time will knew exactly what samy was doing as he watched her set up her phone a few feet away from him and spin around so her back was to him. as soon as she tipped back on her heel, his palm was flat against her back to keep her in place. samy looked back at him, smiling as will slowly took his hand away.

she waited a minute before falling back again, but will was as quick as the first time. his one hand pushed her all the way back to the cabinets, determined to keep her in place and stop falling backwards.

samy’s little giggles brought a smile to both of their lips. will discarded his vegetables for a moment to press his own back against samy’s to keep her from moving. the girl was now squished between her boyfriend and the cabinets, laughing to herself and will being satisfied he found a solution.

not even 30 seconds went by until will’s boyish behavior took over and he reached behind himself to place his hands on samy’s ass. the girl squirmed, quickly grabbing ahold of the blonde’s wandering hands knowing she was recording them and about to put the video on the internet. will tried fighting her for a moment, but let her go with a smile on his lips.

“okay, i’m done trust falling for now,” samy giggled as she ended the video and peered up at will.

“finally. i’m tired of being on edge that you’re gonna fall and i’m not gonna catch you,” the boy mumbled, rolling his eyes again.

“hey, it was funny. you were laughing too,” the girl poked his cheeks. his face flushed, spinning away from her.

“whatever. wanna help me make dinner now that you’re done making your weird tiktoks?” will returned to the counter.

“only if you promise to make this other tiktok with me later,” samy smirked, sliding in beside him.

the video was posted later that night, immediately blowing up with likes and comments.

user1 i LIVEEE for this content

user2 the way he caught her every time 🥹

user3 he caught her with one arm in that one clip 😫

user4 this is so cutie omg

user5 now WHO was trying to buy classy ranch wtf even is that

| ryan.leno_4 only the best ranch in the history of ranches

ryan.leno_4 smitty’s soooo down bad

user6 my favorite couple

gabeperreault44 so that’s what y’all were doing in the kitchen

user7 why are they so adorable stop

user8 my bf fr would’ve let me fall every time

[katze-thief]

five days for love confession

pairing: Ren Amamiya/Akira Kurusu x fem!reader

summary: Shujin Academy is holding its annual cultural festival, and it seems that five days of preparation is all it takes to make your crush fall in love with you.

chapter one: prologue

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It was a fact that Ren Amamiya did not have the best reputation at Shujin Academy.

Of course, this was due to his criminal record status, but it was more about the implications of it. He couldn’t say anything when a student treated him badly, or delivered lies in form of hot gossips around the student body. Ren heard it all — that, supposedly, he carried a knife around, that he committed audacious crimes frequently and even more. All lies, surely, however, due to the student body being formed of high-profile students, a single complain about his conduct towards other student could mean the end of probation for him. For the worse.

Because of his reputation (and uttermost lack of capacity of deniability), teachers felt that they could basically use Ren as a fix-it man in the organization of Shujin’s events. After all, why bother convincing students to participate and form a minimum quorum, if you can just place the same one? And it wasn’t different with the annual cultural festival of Shujin’s Academy. When he squished himself in between of the crowd of students to see the lists, his name was in almost every single one. Shocking news.

At the end of that evening, Ren, the rest of the Phantom Thieves, and you, were reunited at the attic of LeBlanc, a.k.a. Ren’s bedroom. After you all ate cookies, cake and drank coffee downstairs, now you were trying to figure out in which activities each one was, to assure he wouldn’t go through this utterly traumatizing experience of being at Shujin all day alone (as in the words of Ryuji). The cozy smell of coffee embalmed the place, as well as the woody scent, both so familiar for you.

“I’m in the dancing and musical arts’ front, doing ‘Legally Blonde’” Ann chuckled. She was sitting beside Makoto on the floor, as they made matching bracelets with beads. “It’s the first time Shujin does musicals, right?”

Makoto nodded, reorganizing the beads. “I’m responsible for the festival’s haunted house. Indeed, we only have me, the student council and Ren at this one.” Ren winced at the reminder of work. “You all should subscribe for this one. It’s still open.” She said, stern.

You played chess with Ren on the other side of the bedroom, while they talked and scribbled on paper. Both of you were sitting on his bed, as the checkered board stood on a pillow. Ren didn’t want them to take on more work just for his wellbeing, in fact, he made it clear that was against this whole commotion on LeBlanc. You, however, already expected the school counsellor to put him in every activity, so you secretly sent him a letter asking to be in the same activities as Ren, so he wouldn’t be alone (which may or may not be because of your, also secret, crush for him).

Ren moved the bishop and grinned “Checkmate.”

“How?” you said surprised, not even paying attention to the entire mess of a discussion that your friends were having over the schedule.

The fact was that Ren was terribly bad at chess, at least in comparison to you. He never win, so it was a small joke in between you two ever since you met. It was always the ‘It’ll probably happen when you win me on chess’ for impossible things. However, today’s Earth decided to debunk your saying.

Ren adjusted his glasses, proudly, and redid the sequence of movements of the game, but you could only notice the flicker of his bright eyes, how his wavy hair moved as he explained his thought behind his actions with his throaty voice and—

“Guys!” Ryuji yelled, which made all of you stop and stare at him. He was holding a sheet of paper, one from the pile of lists’ copies, and in his face was the pure look of horror. “I’m gonna cook curry. Cook curry. Wha’ the f-??”

“Let me guess, that’s another one for Ren too?” Yusuke joked, making everyone (except Ren) laugh.

“At least is one thing he actually can cook.” Morgana added, intensifying the laughs.

After that, everyone chatted for a while, before going away. You knew all of them were the Phantom Thieves, so when they stood up to leave, scary looking at the clock, you got it why too. The ‘We need to rest to enter another palace this weekend’ was always there, implicit, even though they didn’t share their plans as thieves with you. It was like those unreachable places in the dreams — you knew the Metaverse existed and knew that your friends frequented it and was behind all those events on the news, but it wasn’t tangible for you. You could never experience it with them, see by yourself. And in those times, you felt less of a part of the group than them.

On the ride home, as you reminisced the memories from the day, you almost gagged when you remembered what you did. “I’m going to work endlessly all week, all day, at Shujin, because of a boy??” you thought to yourself. And oddly, that thought didn’t even scare you.

Because it was Ren Amamiya the boy you were going to spend the longest week of your junior year of high school with.

[axcel-lucci]

Since it's October will you do modern au of Human Law x Female Shy Reader x Demon Law? Law and shy reader are newly wed couples. One day shy reader was unknowingly possessed by Demon Law few years ago, looks similar to her husband but has demon horns and tail. When Reader's possessed, her eyes turned yellow. They had sex, and demon Law likes being inside Reader's body, grew fond of her and does kinky stuff to Human Law. Part 2, is continuation where shy Reader is possessed by Demon Law, again. This time she's month pregnant, and Demon Law couldn't get out due to her pregnancy. This just came to me, you can decide whether Human Law is aware his shy wife is possessed by his demon counterpart or not.😅😊

Counterparts

Human! Trafalgar Law x fem!reader x demon! Trafalgar Law.

Parts ==>

A/n: I know this is different from what you had expected/requested but I have no idea of how to do it, I hope this is alright.

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Down in the netherworld, where demons and monsters prey on the souls of humans, a "pleasure district" exists.

Demons tend to "get out of line" and usually come to this district to relax.

"This place has gotten so fucking boring." A demon with sharp horns and strong tail, jet black hair and golden eyes, complained harshly, "the last time I remember, this district is fucking lively"

"Probably because you've fucked every demon here-"

"Shut up!" The demon yelled, "nothing gets my fucking dick hard enough. Gah!"

The demon, also know as "surgeon of death", is frustrated.

"That's it. I'm going to the human realm." He groaned

"M-master...! You know that humans are such fragile creatures!" His companion, a white fluffy bear (which was a stark contrast to hell itself), proclaimed.

"I know." The surgeon smirked darkly, "that's why the thought of it is fun..."

...

At the human realm, (y/n) and her husband, Trafalgar Law, is living happily.

Just married a year ago and moved to a new house right after the wedding to spend their honeymoon there.

(Y/n) works as a chef at a high-end restaurant while Law worked as a surgeon.

Despite busy schedules, they have time for each other.

So right now, they are walking through the streets of the town, buying whatever in the shops they think is quite nice.

"Oh my gosh love, look. A new volume of Sora, warrior of the sea." (Y/n) said

"Where?!" Law gasped, looking around until he saw the bookshelf of a small bookstore.

"Let's go buy it?" She giggled when he practically dragged her to the store to buy said copy.

And guess what? It's an original!

"Second happiest day of my life..." Law sighed to himself as they walked out with the book and a few others as to not seem the book was for him.

"Oh? What's your first?" (Y/n) asked innocently

"Why," he chuckled and held her hand to kiss it, "our wedding. Of course."

It made her blush all over the place and playfully punch him. It made him laugh and kiss her cheek

"Let's go back home so that I can read- I mean rest... so that we can rest." He corrected himself.

While walking home, Law wanted to walk through the forest near the house.

It was a safe path as it was relatively a part of a nature preserve. A path had already been etched on the grassy floor by how many times people have walked in it.

...

After showing up in the human realm, the surgeon shivered; "dammit... is the human realm always so chilly??" He groaned as he walked around and saw the faded path.

"Just my luck." He huffed and followed the path until he saw a young couple. He would be lying if he didn't say his eyes caught a beautiful sight.

A sight of a young woman, beautiful and elegant, a stark contrast to him, just talking with such angelic voice.

But the man next to her was... him?! Just human form...??

He forgot that every demon or monster in hell has their own counter part here in the human realm...

"Just my luck indeed" he frowned but grimaced when he saw that the two were wearing matching rings, indicating they were already married to each other.

"Who's there?" His counterpart growled and pulled the woman behind him to protect.

'what a gentleman.' The surgeon smirked before sighing and showing himself

...

Law and (y/n) gasped upon seeing under Law, just... with horns, tail, and a very mean aura.

"Who are you?" Law huffed and held (y/n) close to him while also protecting her.

"Relax dude, I'm basically you. Just from hell" the demon rolled his eyes, "say... since we're counterparts, mind sharing that toy?"

"Toy...? Toy?! Don't you fucking call my wife a toy!" He yelled

"Love, calm down...!" (Y/n) said before kissing his cheek to calm him down

"I will not tolerate anyone looking down at you like that." Law reasoned

"I understand..."

"Ew. Just... Ew." The demon frowns, "I guess you ca call me Trafalgar since we both have the same names"

It was silent for a while

"Wait... are you shivering? I mean... you're wearing little to no clothes after all and it's almost winter..." (y/n) muttered as the demon blushed intensely

"W-w-what?! I am not shivering!"

"He definitely is..." Law muttered

She just hummed a bit

...

"Please make yourself at home, here... some blankets to keep you warm." (Y/n) smiled as she handed the demon some thick blankets

"Geez. No thank you??" Law grumbled as he started the fireplace

Trafalgar just stuck a tongue out at him like a child making her laugh.

"Law, my love..." (y/n) called as Law stood up to walk over to her, "I think our guest needs some warm food."

Law just looked at his demon counterpart, "let him starve"

"Law!"

"Ugh. Fine."

She giggled and kissed his cheek before excusing herself to the kitchen

Trafalgar basically sighed in relief as the warm fire and thick blankets heat up his entire body.

"Oi." Law called as Trafalgar looked back at him with a groan

"What do you want?"

"If you're here to bring her harm, I am definitely going to kick you back down to hell" Law threatened as Trafalgar rolled his eyes

"Yeah whatever..." he huffed before facing the fire.

Later on, it was time for bed.

"Hmm... we don't have a place for you to sleep..." (y/n) muttered as Law wrapped his arms around her waist and rest his head on her shoulder

"Yeah we do."

"Oh? Where?"

"Outside" law smirked making Trafalgar frown

"My love...! He's our guest! He may be a demon but remember, he's still you. Just... different." (Y/n) said before kissing him, "and no one could ever replace my lovely husband."

"Let me fuck you stupid and you'll reconsider" Trafalgar smirked making Law glare at him and (y/n) to laugh a bit

"Now now... I am only married to one person, and that is my human love. Law..." she smiled, "and while I know you're trying to propose a simple... threesome... I will have to decline. Hell is quite a place, who knows what diseases you have. No offense of course."

"None taken" Trafalgar shook his head, "I just wanna see him explode."

"You-!"

"Love..."

Law sighed before kissing her neck, "sorry dear..."

"It's alright"

"Yeah that's right, 'love'. Stay where you are like a dog"

"Trafalgar." (Y/n) sternly said while glaring

"Ah-"

It has now been a few weeks since the demon was there, it was weird since the demon oddly liked it in the human realm.

Learning all sorts of things from the humans he never even bothered to learn about. Maybe because the teacher was hot-

Law eventually warmed up to him and learned that he and the demon weren't that far apart other than the realms they lived in.

"Yeah, I'm a surgeon down at hell." Trafalgar shrugged as he drank some hot chocolate.

It was late at night, probably later than what they would prefer but...

"Oh? It must've been difficult. Considering your anatomy and human anatomy is rather different as well" Law hummed as he pulled (y/n) against him making her hum

"What else is different in hell? Do I have a demon counterpart? That would've been rather... awesome?" (Y/n) giggled

"I don't know, haven't met her yet." Trafalgar shrugged.

As the conversation grew intimate, actions were as well.

One thing led to another and (y/n) found herself being carried and teased by two pairs of hands while her wrists were tied together above her head and blindfolded.

"L-law...! Trafalgar..." she gasped when she felt the last bit of cloth in her body ripped away. Other than her panties that remained, she was entirely naked on the bed for both to see

"J knew she was hot, but not this hot..." Trafalgar bit his lip before running his hands up her trembling thighs and settle on her hips to pull her down slightly

"That my wife you're talking about, obviously she's hot." Law smirked before playing with her chest, pinching and pulling on her nipples as she moaned and arched her back.

"I wonder how long will she last..." Trafalgar muttered, already playing with the wet bud in her folds

"I doubt it would be long, she's already wet and dripping..." Law smirked as he pushed the fabric of her panties aside to reveal a wet entrance.

"L-law... Trafalgar... please." She begged, panting heavily

"Yep. Not too long, she's already begging" Trafalgar laughed before ripping away her panties and placing her legs over his shoulder.

Before diving, Law warned him not to take it too much.

"I know" Trafalgar rolled his eyes before licking his lips, "thank you for such a meal." He muttered before diving between her legs and lick up her slit and tasting her wetness.

The action made her moan outloid and pull on the restraints. As well as arching her back.

Trafalgar smirked at the taste and continued on, not wasting any time on foreplay and just fucked her entrance with his long tongue making her weep in pleasure

"Ah- ah..! T-trafalgar...!" She gasped as Law chuckled and started sucking on her breasts.

All these sensations, partnered with the restraints and blindfold, brought her to ecstasy and cum on Trafalgar's face

"Mmhh... so good." The demon said while drinking up her orgasm with slurps and wet noises.

"I think that's enough oral." Law smirked as he pulled away from her now bruised chest with his hickey's.

"I think so too" Trafalgar smirked before slowly, but teasingly, pulling out his long tongue from inside her, making her shiver from the sensitivity.

"Don't you dare fuck her pussy." Law growled while glaring at him

"I have no intention to. Though it tastes delicious. I wonder if her ass is open..." the demon smirked before trailing his hand up in between her still trembling thighs and rub against the hole in her back side that seemed to twitch with sensitivity, "well what a surprise... a perfect ass..."

"Tsk." Law rolled his eyes before taking out the toys they have, "if you're going to fuck her ass, prepare her properly"

"W-what do you mean...?" She sighed in exhaustion

"You'll know soon enough." Trafalgar smirked.

Law rolled his eyes before positioning (y/n) to straddle his lap and slip his dick inside her making her moan and arch her back.

Her arms were already wrapped tightly around her husband, only for her to gasp at the feeling of a cold liquid being pressed against her back side.

And not too long after, the demon's fingers started to push against the hole until they were inside it, coating her insides with the cold liquid as well before he pulled them out.

Only to be replaced with what felt like a rubber object with the same liquid but this time, it had a weird but also pleasurable shape and texture until she felt the very hilt of it hit the outside of her hole.

"Wow... that made me fucking cum." Trafalgar groaned

Law rolled his eyes and kissed her neck, "how are you feeling?"

"L-law... please move..." she moaned in his ear.

"May I...?"

"Sure"

Grabbing hold of the bottom of the toy, he slowly pulled it out before shoving it back in making her moan and clench around him tightly

Law continued this action, getting faster and faster everytime until he was practically slamming the toy back inside her as soon as it was pulled out.

"L-law...! I'm so close...!" She moaned before he smirked and pulled the toy all the way out, "law!"

"Come now..." he chuckled and kissed her on the lips.

"My turn..." Trafalgar smirked before holding her hips tightly and positioning himself at her now ready hole, his tip pressing against it

"You ready?"

She nodded and held tight unto Law.

The sight of her ass being parted by his hand sent something inside Trafalgar making him shove his whole length in without any mercy and started pounding, not caring if she adjusted or not.

Law soon started to match his pace making (y/n) howl moans and gasps that bounced off the walls of the room, as well as the sound of sex itself.

"Who knew you'd be such a whore for double penetration?" Trafalgar chuckled before cursing slightly, "but fuck... this ass is so good."

Law chuckled, "heh. My sweet little slut. Moaning like a cow while being fucked stupid by two dicks..."

(Y/n) moaned even more with the added degration until they had enough and sped up to catch their highs.

She basically came before them multiple times until they actually came deep inside her.

Law pressing against her womb and Trafalgar against her prostate.

The feeling made her moan even louder and cum a third time.

...

"That felt fucking good." Trafalgar muttered as he put on some clothes.

Law cleaned (y/n) up as she was already sleeping, "yeah. Sure."

"Fuck... now I wanna fuck her in her sleep."

"Don't you dare."

[sithbvcky]

Gimme Shelter: Part Three

70s gangster bucky barnes x fem!reader au. Warnings: mature themes, drug use, alcohol, guns, blood, violence.

Synopsis: James "Bucky" Barnes, better known by his fearsome moniker, The Winter Soldier. It's Los Angeles in 1977 and only one man owns the city. Until someone decides to challenge the king for his throne.

Warning: mild smut, 18+ only, read at your own risk.

Note: I do not give permission for my work to copied or translated anywhere else but this blog.

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Sam and Steve were at Bucky's side not long after you left. Bucky had his hands gripping the chrome railing, his eyes scanning the crowd of revelers.

"Does Lang know?" He asked.

"Yeah, I told him. He just asked not to make a mess of the place. If it gets ugly it goes outside." Steve replied.

Bucky pushed himself off the railing and turned to face his partners.

"I don't plan on getting ugly, that's what he wants. He's trying to rile me up so I make a fool of myself." Bucky cocked a hip as he considered which hand to play. He rubbed his jaw with his left hand.

"What's the move, boss man?" Sam crossed his arms over his chest. Bucky looked to him then to Steve.

"He wants me to look weak in front of my clients. Coming for Y/N directly, he knows my weakness and that's not good. We need to get info on his and exploit it immediately." Bucky spoke.

"I can have Tasha get on it." Steve added. Bucky nodded,

"Go tell her and have her bring Y/N back out."

Steve and Sam looked at him confused.

"But you just said she's your weakness?" Sam questioned.

"I know but shoving her in the back makes me look scared and I'm not giving him the satisfaction. From now on, Y/N is with me 24/7. As long as I keep her in my sight he can't do anything." Bucky explained.

"I'll go get them." Steve jogged down the stairs and made a B line for the back office.

"Sam, call Clint and tell him to get his ass down here ASAP."

Sam nodded and moved to leave when Bucky stopped him,

"After that call Logan. I need more muscle."

"On it." Sam left and Bucky turned back to look out at the dance floor. Everything was normal, the party was going smoothly. Nothing seemed amiss. His meeting with Lang went well and they planned to continue doing business with each other. Lang also promised to push new clients Bucky's way. This whole mess with Stark was going to be snuffed out like a candle flame. He'd be sorry he ever came to town.

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Steve came to retrieve you and Natasha, simply saying Bucky changed his mind and wanted you with him. You quickly darted from the room not bothering to listen to whatever Steve was telling Natasha. Bucky wanted you and that's all you cared about.

You found him sitting in the VIP lounge, legs spread wide and his arms resting on the back of the seat. He smiled slyly as he saw you approaching.

"Come here, baby." He patted his lap and you eagerly obliged. He brought his left arm to wrap around your waist while he started nuzzling your neck.

"What changed your mind?" You asked, reveling in his touch.

"No one can keep you safe better than me." He breathed against your skin and you felt chills ripple through your body.

"I'm not gonna let some bozo try to separate us. You're staying with me no matter what." He continued, looking up at you. His blue eyes were dark with lust and you knew he'd have no qualms throwing you back on the lounge for the whole club to see. It would be a display of power to any and all who tried to intimidate him.

"Does that mean I get to come with you everywhere?" You wondered, placing a gentle kiss on his lips. He smiled, your noses brushing against each other.

"Everywhere. I'm not letting you out of my sight." Both his hands were off the seat now, one holding your thigh and the other resting on the back of your neck.

You couldn't hide the smile spreading across your face. You'd wanted nothing more than for him to let you in just a little bit more than he already did. Of course, the situation wasn't ideal and you knew this was a protective measure but it still made you happy.

"Why don't we take this party home?" You flirted, dragging your index finger down from the tip of his chin to his chest. You knew he was making a show of sitting like a king on his throne, that this Stark fellow was watching somehow and Bucky was making sure he saw how much he didn't care. Like a spider to the fly, he wanted Stark to make a bigger move before he showed his true hand.

"You know I can't refuse you." Bucky kissed you quick and gave your thigh a squeeze before letting you go.

"You're such a liar." You giggle, he has refused you plenty of times before except when you dangled sex in the air like a dog bone or insisted so hard he couldn't say no. Bucky chuckled,

"But you love me anyways." He squeezed your ass as you stood up.

"You bet your ass I do." You took his hand and led him down out of the VIP section.

Bucky had the valet bring his car around and he tipped the young boy extra. Perhaps guilt for accosting the poor waiter earlier.

"Did you tell the others we left?" You asked as he sat in the drivers side.

"I saw Sam on the way out, they know." He replied. "Now the only business I wanna discuss is what I'm gonna do to you when we get back." He winked and you felt the goosebumps rise up on your arms.

Back at the penthouse, Bucky barely locked the door behind him before his hands were on you. His lips melded with yours and your own hands reached up to grip his long hair. He shuffled you backwards toward the bedroom. He pulled the straps of your dress of your shoulders, it fell down to your hips baring your breasts to him. You kicked the rest off, leaving you in nothing but panties.

You broke away from kissing him to help him shed his clothes. You ripped his shirt open and ran your hands down his muscled abdomen as he undid his belt. You pulled at the waistline of his slacks, teasing ever so slightly.

"Enough of that." In a swift motion he scooped you up and tossed you back onto the bed. He crawled on top of you, kissing you roughly from your lips down your body. You let out breathy moans of pleasure and reached down to unbutton his slacks. You need him now, the playfulness at the club was enough to have you rearing to go. It took a lot of strength not to make him stop the car and fuck him right there in the drivers seat. But you were patient and now it was time.

Bucky kicked off his slacks and reached back down to pull your panties down before pulling down his own underwear. You pulled him back down to press your lips together in a greedy, desperate kiss. As you held him there you felt him enter you softly at first, then his thrusts became stronger and stronger.

Your hands clawed down his back, moans and gasps of ecstasy escaping your mouths. You looked into his eyes as he hovered above you, wild and ragged. This was a love you'd never find again and didn't want to. You'd never give him up, come hell or high water, and you saw that reflected in his eyes.

With a fervent kiss, and screams of pleasure you reached the end. Bucky flopped onto his back beside you, chest heaving and slick with sweat. You let a moment of silence pass between you. Listening to the sound of each others breathing start to steady. You turned onto your side to face and him and he did the same.

"You know I love you, right?" He said, his blue eyes now a calm sea.

"Of course I know. I love you too." You replied.

"I want you to know that no matter what, I will always love you. Till the very end and even then I'll still love you."

You giggled,

"What's this all about? You high on sex?" You joked. He grinned and let out a chuckle,

"Maybe a little but I mean it."

"I know. You don't have to tell me."

"I do. Just in case." The grin disappeared from his face and you felt a nervous tinge in your chest.

"James, don't talk like that." You rarely used his full name but this was a conversation you didn't like.

"For my own selfish reasons I just want to make sure you know. That's all. I'm not made of steel." He continued.

"I know you aren't and I appreciate the reminder but this feels an awful lot like a man who's certain death is knocking on his door and he's afraid." You retorted. You knew this business was risky and his life was constantly on the line but he never talked to you this way before and it was scaring you.

He looked at you softly, smiling.

"Fear of death is not my issue." He said. "I'm sorry for ruining the night with this, I just-" He paused and reached his hand out to caress your hair.

"You didn't ruin the night, but you will if you keep it up." You sassed and he grinned.

"Come here." He beckoned, and you snuggled up against him, resting your head on his chest. His arms wrapped around you and it didn't take long for you to fall asleep enveloped in his warmth.

You didn't know what time it was when you heard the knock on the door and felt Bucky leave the bed. You sat up and turned on the bedside lamp, rubbing your eyes. There were muffled voices coming from the living room, a moment later Bucky came back into the room.

"What's wrong?" You mumbled, your eyes still adjusting to the light. Bucky ran a hand through his hair,

"Nat's missing."

[bluegalaxygirl]

Heyyy!!!! i was wondering if you could write a zosan with a reader that speaks a different language and her background is different from them and she’s homesick and she cooks food from home and sanji wants to learn how to cook it so that next time she’s homesick (i’m homesick really bad right now lol)

(more cats for you)🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽

Thank you so much for the cats they are so cute and i love how each one represents a member of the straw hat crew. Also i love the idea and i'm sorry your homesick so i hope this is good.

Zoro X Sanji X Reader, poly relationship, established relationship, reader is GN.

Warning: Fluff.

^ You don't often get homesick but sometimes places or things remind you of home and when that happens things can hit hard. Once happy memories now make you cry and of course Zoro and Sanji took notice. They knew your home was important to you and leaving was a big decision, so they understood when you got a little down but this was different.

^ You often use your own language when you get mad about something or to express something but its funny to see some of the crew's reaction to it. Luffy, Chopper and Franky is always confused while Brook and Usopp tend to get more scared than when there scolded by Nami especially if your angry words are directed at them. Nami loves it and if she isn't getting threw to anyone she'll often drag you over and tell you to do your worst, she has no idea what your saying but its effective. Robin and Jinbe know a few words here and their mainly because they have both travailed a lot and like to learn new things.

^ Sanji and Zoro don't understand exactly what your saying, but they know what you mean either by your body language or tone of voice. Zoro has picked up a few words here and there but only knows what they might mean, your surprised at how accurate he is on sometimes. Sanji loves listening to you talk in your language he often gets heart eyes even when your mad about something he can't help but love the way you talk and the strange words that fall from your lips.

^ Sanji and Zoro love to hear about your home and your culture, your home was so different to theirs on so many levels. When you told them you were feeling homesick they both asked what they could do to help but you honestly didn't know, Sanji asked if you could teach him how to cook food from your home while Zoro offered to get put stuff on your shared room that reminded you of home, like a color or figure.

^ You asked your grandmother to send you and copy of her old recipe book so Sanji could use it but you ran into a problem when it arrived, you forgot it was in your language and your Grandmother didn't put too many measurement down since she was the type to do things by eye. You didn't worry too much though, you rewrote the book so Sanji could understand and in a way it made you feel a lot better and remember old times.

^ Sanji watched you cook mainly form memory even though the book was right in front of you and managed to fill in the missing measurement, but he was so impressed, you really knew what you were doing and the smile on your face made his heart flutter. He helped you cook both of you working together to create something that meant so much to you and Sanji made sure to port even more love and care into the food than he normally does.

^ Zoro asked you a lot about your culture and home, form there he picked up a few things that you most likely didn't realize were important to you so kept them in mind. He could see the way your eyes light up when talking about your home and often wants to hear more just to see that look on your face, he'll sit there for hours if you let him just looking at you with so much love.

^ When ever you went out to a village to get stuff he would come with you and tend to spot things that reminded you of home, he'd ask if you wanted it but you'd say no. Zoro knows you to well sometimes and can tell by a simple shift of the eyes if your lying or not. If you are lying he'll keep the places Name in mind, so he can go out with someone else later to get it for you. Zoro wouldn't give you the things that he bought instead he would do one of two things, hide it for another time like when your homesick again, or just put it in your room and just shrug when you ask about it.

^ Getting homesick would come few and far between after everything they've done for you but when it does hit, it hurts and sometimes you can't even look at the food from home Sanji cooks or the little things in your room that Zoro got you. In times like that no one knows what to do not even you, all the boys can do is hold you and give you words of love and reassurance but Luffy ended up giving the boys an idea, it didn't surprise them that their captain wanted to throw a party but what did surprise them was the theme.

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You weren't aloud outside your room for hours, Sanji and Zoro only told you it was a surprise and to wait so you did even though it was a long wait you still did it. When Sanji finally walks in your relived only for the man to make you close your eyes and cover them while he helps you out the room and down onto the grassy deck of the sunny. "You ready?" Sanji asks seeming more excited as his hands go to your waist keeping you still, you feel another set of hands this time around your wrists "I hope you like it" Zoro's voice hits your ears making you smile and nod, finally your hands are pulled away from your face to reveal the grassy deck full of food, drinks and decorations. You couldn't help the smile that forms as the crew cheer "Surprise" Sanji and Zoro smile at you as your face lights up, everything about the deck, the food and drinks are based around your home and culture, it felt like you were home again. Tears of joy well up in your eyes as you pull your boys in for a hug "This is amazing, thank you" You laugh unable to believe what they've done for you. "Your welcome love but it wasn't really our idea" Sanji rubs your back as you pull away and turn hearing Luffy laugh behind you "It was the captain's idea" Zoro looks over at his captain who nods before pointing to Brook "Lets Party".

The music was just like home as well as the energy, Nami and Robin danced together and you could tell that Robin has been teaching the navigator a few of your home town moves. The food was almost everything form your grandmas cook book, all perfectly made by Sanji with a helping hand from Nami and Chopper. It teased perfect, almost like your grandmother had made it herself, you couldn't be more happy with it and you knew your grandmother would be proud and probably fawn over Sanji for making it perfect. The decor was made by Usopp and Franky but Zoro was the one who told them what to make and if things where wrong, you knew he took notice but there were very small details that he got just right even the placement was perfect. Brook asked for help form Jinbe and Robin since they seemed to know more about your language and Music, he wanted to play music, but he also wanted to try and play it in your language, the poor musician struggled a little but you couldn't be prouder, he got a few words wrong but it never affected the song or the meaning behind it. After hearing everything you couldn't help but be thankful to everyone and express that as many times as possible.

As the night went on you danced, sang and had a very good time, your homesickness long forgotten and that heavy feeling gone. You sat with the two boys, Zoro in the middle like always watching the others dance and Brook sing, you sang lightly along with the music in your native language tapping your knee with your finger to the beat. Zoro was transfixed holding his beer mug in his hand but not taking a sip just looking at you calm and happy face and listening to you sing in words he doesn't full understand. You only stop singing when you look up and notice the look on Zoro's face, his light smile and focused eye on yours "Don't stop" His simple words made you smile leaning into him more and placing your head on his shoulder, Sanji reaches his hand over and interlocks your fingers with his "Please love, keep going" You couldn't refuse the two so continued on while the swordsman's hand rubs your hip and the cooks thumb runs over yours. "Its beautiful" Sanji whispers after the songs over and watches as you lift your head off Zoro's shoulder "I can't thank you two enough, this is... beyond amazing" You couldn't help but thank them. Everything about this is perfect, Sanji moves tucks some hair behind your ear before leaning over and place his lips on yours "Anything for you, mi amour" The cook places one last kiss on your lips before sitting back.

Zoro places his still full mug down before looking you over as you turn to look up at him, his hand running up your side as he leans down "There's no need to thank us, the nights not over yet" The swordsman speaks against your lips before placing a kiss on them, a few short kisses turn into longer kisses until Zoro bits your lower lip asking for something more. You gladly provide, opening your mouth for him and letting your tongues meet and roam around, running your hand up his chest to his cheek you rub your thumb over his cheek bone while lightly humming in delight. You only pull away when air is needed but you stay close and whisper loving words to him in your own language making the man smiles and kiss your lips lightly. Zoro turns to Sanji who's looking at the two of you with love and a slight pinkness to his cheeks, "You did a good job" The swordsman leans over places kisses on the cooks lips who gladly kisses back "You did too" The blonde complements before locking lips with Zoro eagerly opening his mouth before the swordsman can get a chance to ask, as the two make out you can't help but smile seeing the two happy and loving each other. Sanji soon pulls away slightly breathless but with a wide smile "You want to dance?" The cook asks taking your hand looking you over before looking at Zoro. The swordsman shakes his head refusing the offer while picking his mug back up drinking some of it.

You nod kissing Zoro's cheek before standing and letting Sanji take your hand walking you over to where the others are. You love dancing with Sanji, you often do it in the kitchen but with the lights, the music and decor it feels special, wrapping your arms around Sanji's neck you lean in closer placing your lips on his as his hands guide your hips as you dance. You two share light kisses throughout only focusing on each other and blocking out the world around you two, as the music picked up so did your dancing, going form slow and intimate to a quicker pace with more energy. Luffy, Chopper and Franky were fascinated by how well you danced using moves from your home while Sanji followed, over the years you've tough each other a lot of dances from your home, so he was very good at it. Zoro watched from afar lightly smiling at how much you seemed to be enjoying yourself, you still sang along to Brooks music in your native language, something about the change of tone or voice when you speak so confidently in that language makes his heart flutter a little. In the end you couldn't be more thankful to the people you have around you, your crew is your family and it may not be home but its like your second home and when needed they can make it more like your old home.

[hwaseonghwasworld]

Double life Part 1: Vengeance

Summary: Her whole life she was split from her twin sister and was adopted a mafia boss who taught her how to fight at a very young age to protect her, he died when she was 16 and killed the whole group that killed him and also my boyfriend, what happened when she finally meets her twin sister?

Yeosang x Reader

Word count: 2.05k

Genre: High School au, Fluff, Angst, smut

Warnings: Cursing, Smut, Violence, Mentions Of Suicide, Murder, Severe Torture, Mentions Of Bullying, Mentions Of Sexual Assault, Mentions Of Self Harm, Mentions Of Mental Health

Updates: Maybe Friday 7pm BST

Im So Y/n I’m 18 years old and I’m the leader of a mafia group my adoptive father used to own. My biological mom didn’t want me so now I’m the daughter of a highly dangerous mafia boss. I was split from my sister at birth since the woman didn’t want to deal with twins as a single mother so she gave me up. My boyfriend that was killed by the same group is the father of my baby that is now almost 2 years old. My son’s name is Minjun and I will always protect him no matter what.

I have people that check on my twin sister Mi-joo because I want her protected since she’s a very frail girl, I recently found out that our mother has been abusing her for every little thing she does, and she’s been getting bullied by four girls their names are So-min, Hajun Jiyun and Chae-yoon, they had beaten her tho the point where she was put in the hospital.

I was with her as she was passed out in the hospital bed “I told you guys to watch over her, by that I mean stop ANYONE that tried to hurt her!” I cross my legs and put my index finger and thumb in the bridge of my nose, I beckoned them to leave and that’s exactly what they do.

Mi-joo woke up and looked at me in shock seeing that I’m the exact copy of her except that I have short hair and I have long hair. “W-who are you….?” I look at her and held her hand “I’m your twin, and I’m here to help you get your revenge” “what do you mean?” I look at her determined to keep her safe “I’ve seen the videos of those girls bullying you and I know your mother also treats you badly so please let me do this for you” she nodded and my body guard bought me the school uniform and I was ready to go to the school tomorrow.

I took Mi-joo to my home and she saw my son with my secretary and smiled “who’s this cutie” she smiled and squished his cheek, “he’s your nephew” she looked at me shocked “you had a child?!” “Yeah it’s a long story, the father died…” “do you wanna talk about me” she looked at me with sympathy “not right now, because right now is for you to tell me who else has been hurting you” she sighed and nodded “the girls names are-“ “So-min, Jiyun, Hajun and Chae-yoon, I know… I found all their details and information, is there anyone else” she looked surprised and nodded “there’s this teacher. He keeps touching me and I keep trying to tell him that I’ll call the police but he won’t leave me alone and he gets aggressive.”

Hearing that made my blood boil, I wanted to kill that man and I wanted to do it painfully. “And then there’s mom as well” I look at her and held her shoulder “Mi-joo shii, don’t worry, I’ll make sure they all get what they deserve” Mi-joo nodded and smiled at me. The next day I got ready and made my way to the school.

Everyone looked at me and I gave them all a cold look, I didn’t come here to make friends so I didn’t care about being friendly, I walked into the classroom and looked at the desk that had Mi-joo’s name on it but it was written in pen and had horrible things on it. The 4 girls walked up to me and I immediately knew that So-min was the leader of those bitches.

“Do you like what we did? It’s a little get well soon present…. Just. For. You” she laughed and that laugh was the same one as the girl that was videoing my sister getting tortured. I grabbed her head and slammed it into my sisters desk, I watched as the three girls tried to get me off her but instead I kicked them away causing So-min to scream for me to stop. I look at her and pull her hair.

“You know what? Since you like laughing so much, why don’t you laugh for me!” I took my phone out and pinned her head on the desk, she was scared but I push it harder causing her to do as I say, she finally laughs and I video it, I let go of her and as I was walking to the back by the door to sit in that seat and as I was walking a male student walked in at the same time, we looked over at each other for a brief second but my eyes drifted away as soon as I sat down I airdropped the video to everyone in the class and everyone but the group of bullies were laughing.

The walked in and everyone stopped laughing “what’s so funny?” Everyone stayed silent making her introduce the guy I was looking at who is knew and his name is Kang Yeosang. The whole time in school I was following the rapist teacher, I found out that he had asthma, and seeing his schedule I found out that he’s usually alone during homeroom and lunch, after school I decided to meet with mother dearest.

I’ve never been inside of the house but I wouldn’t have never thought that she was the cause of Mi-Jo’s depression and that she was one of the reasons why Mi-joo was cutting herself. Knowing this made me angrier and angrier. As soon as I stepped into the house the toxic bitch slapped me. “Why haven’t you been at home and what did you do to your hair!!” I started fake crying and apologizing to see if she will have some sympathy for her own daughter but she just slapped me again making me laugh.

“What the fuck is wrong with you” she had said to me and I cross my arms, “you hurt my baby sister… now it’s your turn” she looked at me confused then she realized “Y/n….” the people in my group appeared behind her and knocked her out, they picked her up and tied her arms together behind her back and tied her leg to the leg of the chair. I decided to make her feel what Mi-joo felt, I slit her wrists and I wanted her to wake up so I pored freezing cold water over her head causing he to wake up and cream in pain, I held a lighter close to her face and put it down to her hand and burnt her finger tips.

“Why did you even have kids in the first place?” She looked at me and smirked “are you wandering why I put you up for adoption? It’s because i didn’t love you both, twins were too much to handle and I needed a child so they can help me clean up” I looked at her and sat down on the chair opposite to her “hmmm I should kill you right now” I looked down at the gun that I took out and started playing with it, her smirk turned into death as she begged me not to kill her and started going on about how she loved me and Mi-joo which made me laugh. “But that’s too easy and I don’t want you to give you the easy way out” I looked over at the guys “guys leave her here until I come back”

I drove home and as soon as I got there I saw my Minjun playing with my sister. As soon as he saw me he ran to my arms and I smile kissing his cheek. “What happened today?” I looked at her as I sat on the couch “I beat up those girls tortured our evil mother and now I’m thinking about slowly killing that teacher” she looked over at me “are you gonna kill our mother…?” “Do you want me to?” She shook her head and I nodded “okay but I’ll make sure she stays quiet” Mi-joo nods.

The day flew by quickly and I was getting ready to go to school, I kiss my sons cheek and hugged my sister telling her that I’m torture the girl and the teacher which she disagreed with but my mission and her sister is to help her and keep her safe. As soon as I got to the school I immediately went to go find the teacher. I had my knife with me and once I walked passed the teachers lounge he knew to follow me. Went into the classroom and I sat down on the table crossing my legs.

“Whats wrong Mi-joo? You’ve gotten better now, so we can carry on-“ I tilt my head and acted like Mi-joo “I don’t want to carry on….” I looked down and he walked to me and put his hand on my chin, “well it’s not your choice” I glared at him and punched his face making him groan in pain “see that’s what I like to hear, since you decided to hurt my sister I’ll gladly watch you suffer” he starts getting an asthma attack and I walked further away from him sitting on a different table “oh… right you need your inhaler?” I had the inhaler in my hand as I had gloves on, he was slowly walking to me and I put the inhaler next to me watching him collapse on the floor as he was slowly loosing air. I giggle as I watched as he was slowly looking his breath as he was getting closer and closer to the inhaler “come on, you can do it. Just. Keep. Crawling” I smirked as he lost all his breath and had died practically right besides me, I stood up and left the inhaler down on the floor breaking it.

As I was walking out Yeosang came in “is he dead?” I looked over at him acting like I was upset “y-yeah, he was getting aggressive so I punched him and fell on his inhaler… I guess he had an asthma attack-“ “I know who you are” I looked at him with a cold stare “I’m like you… Y/n” I sighed and approached him pulling my knife out and had it to his neck, he smirked grabbing my arm and slowly putting my arm down.

“This school is boring and I want to help you” I step closer to him “what do you mean” “you’re one of the most powerful mafias who inherited all the money and power from your adoptive father, who taught you how to fight and kill at a young age, and is only and this school for one thing…. Revenge. Am I right?” I glare at him “how do you know so much about me?” “I have my ways… anyway can I help you?” I look at him now wanting him to help cause I’m not doing it as a proper mission “it’s for my sister” “I know, so please can I help” I look at him unsure if I can let him join “I’ll think about it”

The bell had rang so I walked back to my seat, I watched as everyone ran out after someone had said that teacher is dead in a classroom which people wanted to see the scene sing the police were on there way. “Y/n you have to leave” “why?” He held my had and was trying to get me out of the school “the police are on there way, there gonna think you did it” I looked at him and he genuinely looked worried so I reassured him that I didn’t physically kill him”

“He had an asthma attack” “then how would you explain the bruise on his nose?” I sighed and sat in my seat “he tried to threaten me and hurt me so I punched him so I could run away, he fell onto his inhaler and he had an asthma attack and died, see and anyway if they think they got me, I have connections on the police force” I said this to him with a straight face and just tickets my head and smiled.

“Y/n….” I turn around seeing someone that I thought I’d never see again.

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[crusty-chronicles]

The Moon and Sun (Big Sib Reader x Gon/Killua)

Ch 5: Big Bad Bomber Man

Synopsis: After some much needed rest and preparation, it's time to defeat Genthru once and for all. The only problem though, one of your kids is a little too reckless.

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It'd been around three days since Razor was defeated. And during that small window of time, so much had happened.

For starters, The Strip of Beach card was finally acquired and several copies were made for the other teams. Then Genthru decided to contact your small group with a few demands. He wanted The Strip of Beach card in exchange for your lives.

Like that was gonna happen.

To further prove his point, he confirmed he killed the previous members of your group. His ultimatum: meet up in Masadora within an hour or die.

Tsezguerra and Goreinu, trusting in your group of four, offered to buy 3 weeks of time to get stronger. All Tsezguerra wanted in return was card #75.

Which brings us to where we are now.

You were completely knocked out, finally getting the sleep your body desperately needed. Especially now with your injury.

It'd take months to heal, unfortunately it was time you didn't have. The best three weeks would do is leave it bruised beyond belief. You'd probably be limping at best.

Killua was seated next to your unconscious body, bandaged up hands leaving him in the same boat as you. He watched as Gon trained with Bisky and was mad at himself for his current condition. If he'd just been a little more careful, he'd be getting stronger too.

He supposed it wasn't all bad. He had time to figure out a plan that would defeat Genthru. That and he got to observe your unusual sleeping habits.

You didn't snore when you slept. And your breathing was incredibly slow, like you were purposely trying to be as silent as you could. They were habits eerily similar to his.

The weirdest one, however, was you reaching over every now and then to grab at something that wasn't there. You'd lazily toss your arm to the side and pat the ground to search. Then when you found nothing, you'd pull your arm back and grimace.

On the second day of your deep sleep, you managed to grab Killua's ankle. He was caught off guard by the sudden touch and immediately went to pry your hand off. He froze noticing something new.

Unlike the other times you came up empty handed, this time you smiled. And with your content grin came a drowsy huff.

"Got you, Kari."

It was so strange.

And even stranger was how your silent breathing had increased in volume. Your stiff posture was now relaxed.

Killua decided he'd ask you about it when this was all over.

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You'd awoken in the afternoon of the third day, catching the last of Bisky and Killua's conversation.

"-does clear the training, being able to send your enemies flying isn't lethal."

"That's exactly right. The only purpose of training at this level is to give him more options to draw on."

You gave a small yawn as you sat up. You kept hearing a small puff of air followed by a light thud. Cracking open your eyes, you saw Gon. Seems he got a good deal stronger. It was also him causing the repetitive commotion.

"Look who finally decided to join us," Bisky teased.

You slowly turned your head in her direction, eyelids still droopy. You gave another yawn and stretched out your injured leg.

"How long was I out?"

"About three days," she answered.

"Yeah, three whole days of listening to your loud snoring, " Killua added in.

You gave a tired glare.

"I do not snore."

"Yeah you do. You're like a foghorn. And you drool too, all gross and everything."

"Fine, be all mean. After I was gonna train you out of the kindness of my heart. But alas, your slander with not go unpunished."

A beat of silence

Then laughter from the two of you.

When you regained your composure, you directed your attention to Bisky who had been watching the exchange with a softness in her eyes.

"So just what do you have that poor boy doing?" You asked pointing at Gon.

"Emitter training. Just another defensive measure to fall back on." Bisky answered.

You watched as Gon went up by a few inches and then straight back down. His aura was determined, but it was slowly shifting into frustration.

"He won't get anywhere if he keeps forcing it. I'd help him if my ability wasn't heavily visual based," you said.

"Speaking of abilities, I need to know both yours and Bisky's. If I'm gonna come up with a halfway decent plan, I need to know just what exactly you two can do," Killua explained.

You pointed at yourself.

"Speed." It didn't seem the appropriate time to divulge in your full ability yet.

"Your leg's broken, idiot," Killua chastised.

"I'll be good enough in three weeks so long as I rest." You gave a lazily smile.

"Fine, but you better be prepared. Bisky, what can you do?"

She lifted up a finger, her powerful aura surrounding her small form. Then her nen conjured up a woman.

"Allow me to introduce my ability: Cookie the magical masseuse!"

The WHAT???????

"Her various massage techniques are caresses of pure bliss," Bisky continued happily.

"They melt away fat deposits and leave you feeling heavenly. Aura is transmuted into special lotion, smoothing and rejuvenating your skin. Her shiatsu makes you beautiful from the inside out. Relieving constipation, stiff muscles, chills, anything that ails you."

You stifled a laugh. For someone so strict and straight to the point, she sure did have an odd ability. You looked over at Killua whose eye was twitching in slight irritation.

"And is that it?" He questioned lightly, still not believing what was transpiring.

Bisky lit up once again.

"No, of course not! She does chiropractic, swedish, and deep tissue massage too! And that's only the beginning!"

That was the straw that broke the camel's back for Killua.

"What are you an idiot!!!?!?! That crap is completely useless!!!!"

You thumped him with the end of your crutch.

"Watch your language!" You warned.

He turned to glare at you.

"Watch my language!?!? You said way worse when you were arguing with Asta!!!!"

"You were supposed to have your ears covered!!!!! You fibber!!!! And what's with this insulting Bisky's ability!!!"

"IT SUCKS!!!"

"IT'S OBVIOUSLY THE MOST USEFUL POWER IN THE WORLD!!!" Bisky defended.

"YEAH, FOR OLD PEOPLE!!!"

"DON'T LISTEN TO HIM BISKY!!! YOUR ABILITY IS FANTASTIC!!! IT MIGHT EVEN HELP WITH MY LEG!!!! You interjected.

"A-HA! YOU'RE JUST SAYING THAT SO SHE USES HER ABILITY ON YOU!!!'

You stuck your tongue out at the small assassin.

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You let a few more days pass by before you helped out with the boys' training. Your first step: helping out the frustrated boy in green.

You were sitting up against a boulder, not having got up yet. Just a little while longer.

"Hey Gon!" You called out as he fell over.

"Yeah?" His mood lightened up a little.

"Come here for a sec!"

He got up and walked over to you. He looked tired.

"Show me what you were just doing." Maybe if you saw up close with your eyes, you might be of some use afterall.

He got into position, a one armed handstand. A small surge of nen surrounded his palm, then before it had time to charge up, a small puff was released. He didn't go up any further than a few inches. You could feel his aura once again shift into frustration.

"I just can't seem to get it right now matter how hard I try!" Gon lamented. He once again flopped over in defeat. You softly thumped his forehead.

"Course not, bozo. You're trying a little too hard. So much so that you're not actually focusing on what you're doing."

He looked up at you with confusion.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, it's not really training if it's a one and done, right? Let's try something a little different, okay?" You offered a tired smile.

You raised your palm up and surrounded it with aura, then you gestured to your head and transferred it there.

"Remember this?"

Gon nodded and repeated the action.

"Good, now let's keep that aura around your palm. Keep it there and start adding onto it. Kinda like if you were to charge up your jan-ken thing."

Gon once again did as you instructed. The aura duplicated twice its size in seconds. He looked back to you.

"Keep going, and when you feel like it's big enough, push and release."

He kept charging up for a few more seconds, then finally let go. The result was a decent gust of wind and debris.

"Now try it from the position Bisky showed you."

Gon went over all the steps in his head again before trying. Move the aura to his palm. Charge it up. Then push and release.

To his surprise he went up higher than usual. At least by a foot or two. He got back into his feet and beamed down at your relaxed state.

"Atta boy! Now keep on practicing and don't get discouraged if you're still having trouble." His grin seemed to double in size at your praise. And all traces of frustration in his aura were gone.

"Promise. Thanks Y/n!"

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You never pegged yourself as a teacher. You never liked the responsibility of the title. Never liked the expectations that came with it. Even as a child you disliked the term. But you were a helper. You liked to show your peers an easier, more efficient way. (Or at least you had)

A way that built up people's strength gently, rather than the harsher methods used on you to get results.

You despised the idea, but time was of the essence. You couldn't afford to be as laxed as you would've wanted.

Gon was already exhausted with the training Bisky was putting him through. She was better equipped for handling his enhancer abilities.

Killua, on the other hand, was more of a cautious than offensive boy. He'd be better suited for what you had instore. Plus, you could tell he was a little envious that he wasn't training like Gon was. So, even though you knew you wouldn't be as gentle as before, you decided you'd train him.

You wouldn't work him too hard.

"Get up, lazy bones," You woke him up on the 9th day. He got up, but grumbled about it being too early.

"You wanna get stronger, no?"

"What, you mean you're actually gonna train me? I thought you were just joking." He looked a little shocked that you had followed through.

The sound of Gon still trying to get down his emitter training reverberated throughout the area.

"Yup, don't want the other one leaving you behind, do you?"

Killua sat up fast, giving you his full attention.

You summoned a bucket from one of the item cards and tossed it his direction.

"Fill it up with small rocks no bigger than your pinky nail."

"Really, that's lame," he groaned out.

"It'll make sense in a little bit, plus I can't get up and do it myself. Broken leg."

"Fine."

He came back a few minutes later with the bucket full of small rocks.

"Now what?"

You gestured for him to move back until he was at least fifteen feet away from where you sat upon your boulder. When he was in place, you rummaged for a pebble and flicked it fast at him. He was hit directly in the middle of his forehead.

"OW!!" He clutched the area in pain. "WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR!"

You kept launching the small rocks at a startling pace, watching as Killua failed to dodge them.

"Focus your eyes to see where they're coming from. Then focus on making your body move fast enough to dodge them. Each rock you dodge is a minute you get for break. When the bucket's empty, you are to fill it back up. We'll do this for three days straight." You explained the terms while continuing to flick the rocks at him.

Even though he was getting absolutely wailed on, Killua's aura was happy and a smidge excited.

"That all? I'll have this down by the end of the day."

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It was actually the third day he got most of it down, just like you predicted. He's able to dodge a little more than half the bucket. Decent for a beginner.

Too bad you only had 9 days left.

You'd leave the poor boy alone so he could continue coming up with a plan. Perhaps you would check up on Gon. He did make quite the fuss while you were focused on Killua. You heard him asking Bisky if he could take a break to join in on your training because it 'looked fun' and 'you explained things better.'

Maybe you'd show him a new trick or two after Genthru was defeated.

You waited until Bisky took Killua a little ways away to discuss what he came up with. You glanced over at your crutches. Not yet.

You called Gon over to you again. His frustration was very much evident. He hadn't been able to get any higher since the last time you helped.

"Sit with me, will you?"

Your question caught the boy in green off guard.

"What? I don't think now's the time to take a break. I have to keep go-"

"Sit." Your tone was smidge harsher.

He begrudgingly sat in front of you, jittering slightly to get back to training. This was really bothering him, wasn't it?

"You haven't made anymore progress?" You voice was unusually soft.

Gon shook his head.

"Why is this so hard? I get everything else, but this...this seems impossible."

You reached out and placed your hand on top of his head, giving a gentle ruffle.

"There are just some things you can do and some you can't. Doesn't mean you failed anyone or that you're not good enough. You just gotta make up for the things you can't do with the things you can. Make sense?"

You could feel him start to relax. He glanced up and stared at you with newfound determination.

"Yeah!" Then his gaze softened. "Y'know, you'd make a really good parent one day!" He said with a wide smile.

For the first time ever in your life, you were embarrassed. It was new, so very new and had you covering your suddenly too warm face.

"You can't just-!!! Why would you-!!!! Let's set the record straight, I'm nobody's-!!!!"

Your rambling was cut off by Gon.

"Well I guess big sibling, more like it. You're not all that old after all." He gave a light laugh after he finished correcting himself.

Still very much embarrassed, you slapped your palm against his mouth.

"Shush! Not another word and don't even think about telling Killua!!!" You would be far too embarrassed to deal with the other boy's teasing.

You weren't used to this.

You hadn't been for quite sometime.

But Razor's words started to ring true.

"Those boys, they look up to you so much already."

Damnit

Damnit all

Just when had you gone so soft.

You were a loner. And you deserved to be, rightfully so.

And yet....

Yet here was this kid giggling at your flustered state like he just found out about an embarrassing secret. Maybe you didn't deserve it, but you sure as hell longed for it.

A life worth living with people worth protecting.

She'd want that for you, wouldn't she?

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With only five more days left, and not enough progress made, it was decided Gon would stop his emitter training. It was time to start setting things in motion.

"Gon, your time's up. Training's over." Killua was the one who stopped the boy in green.

Said boy, wasn't too happy by these turn of events.

"But we still have 5 days!!!!"

"Had a change in plans. We formed a new strategy to defeat them."

"Yeah but! Hold on-!" Gon was trying his best to come up with an excuse. Then his eyes met yours and he doubled his efforts.

"C'mon, you know I'm close, right???? I just need a little more time!!! I've almost got it!!!"

Way to put you on the spot.

"Kid, you can barely go two feet up. Five days isn't gonna make that big a difference. Plus you'll be completely exhausted and unable to fight. It's best to cut your losses and keep moving forward."

Gon pouted, having no other rebuttal.

"Now then, the plan is-" Killua started.

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Team Tsezguerra had been radio silent for over 10 days, with their status saying they've left the game. It seemed likely Genthru got to them until Goreinu used contact to explain the situation.

They left for good and gave the cards of value to Goreinu.

Which meant nothing was stopping Genthru from coming after your group now. And your suspicions were confirmed as you felt three malicious auras approaching.

"They're coming." You were grateful for the extra days Tsezguerra's disappearance provided. You could stand and if you tried to walk, you'd limp. As long as you didn't run, you'd be okay.

Killua broke the silence as Genthru's group landed, sticking to script he came up with.

"What do you want!?"

"No need to be hostile. Let's just make a deal."

The bomber's aura was full of deceit. Not that you needed to use your ability to see that.

"With you?!? We're not interested!" Killua continued.

"It's not a bad deal, you know? In fact, it's so good that even Tsezguerra agreed to it."

You bit your tongue to stop your smart ass remark. God these men were repulsive.

"What is it!?!"

"Curious now?" Genthru said as he started to approach.

"Don't move! You can talk from over there!" Gon's words stopped him in his tracks.

"It's actually surprisingly simple," the bomber picked up from where he left off. "We'll beat the game on everyone's behalf. Then everyone returns to the real world and splits Battera's reward."

So all this was for money?

All those people dead, no murdered...

For money

You clenched your hands, trying your best to keep your bubbling anger at bay. You had to stick to the plan. Lashing out would do no good, and you had a part to play at the moment.

"Why should we trust you? You're not exactly good people, so forgive us for not taking such a generous offer at face value." You couldn't help the sarcasm that dripped into your tone.

"We've just had a little change in heart," Genthru responded.

Liar

"And Tsezguerra and the others have already left the game."

"Yeah? But that still doesn't prove he agreed to your offer," Killua countered.

"Yes, that's true." You could feel the bloodlust surfacing from Genthru.

"Then you'd rather...die here?" It spiked all at once.

"JUST SHUT UP AND GIVE US ALL YOUR CARDS! OTHERWISE WE'LL KILL ALL OF YOU!"

How pathetic.

Your group made fast steps away to retreat, beginning to put the plan into full swing.

Not before you and Killua gave once last taunt.

"Finally showing your true colors, huh!!!!"

"I always knew you weren't right upstairs!!!" You gestured to your head as Gon summoned his book.

"Book! Accompany on! To Soufrabi!!!"

The chase was on

Wherever your group went, Genthru's wasn't far behind. After using up the Accompany cards, you all used Return to get back to Masadora.

Having no other choice, Genthru's group used their last Accompany to find where you guys were. The four of you took off running, with you lagging a little behind.

Each step hurt like hell, but you forced yourself to keep going until you had Genthru's group right where you wanted them.

They 'surrounded' the four of you as planned.

"Now, why don't you give up and hand over your cards?

"Why don't you give up and stop trying to murder children? Really, all this for a few cards?" You may or may not have been trying to stall for your leg to recoup. Didn't mean you were wrong though.

"If they're just cards you shouldn't have a problem turning them over."

Asshole. Luckily Gon redirected the conversation.

"We'll never let you have them! If you want our cards, come and get them!!!!"

"Wait! What? Damnit!" Killua pretended to be caught off guard. Then to sell the deal he said-

"Bisky! Get out of here, now!"

"But I-" She appeared hesitant to leave.

"I said run!" The small assassin jumped back as one of Genthru's men lunged forward and gave chase. You faked a gasp of surprise.

"Killua!!!" And followed after them. You could see the other goon go after Bisky. Which left Gon with Genthru.

God you hoped he'd hold out.

The plan, at least your part of the plan was simple. Because you weren't a fighter, you'd go after Killua and shadow him since he was still injured. Then you'd check on Bisky, just in case. And finally, you'd back track to Gon and see if he was okay. He was no doubt the strongest of your group, but you didn't trust Genthru one bit.

You could already feel his bloodlust increase.

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Killua led the enemy to an open area, with you not too far behind. You were being sloppy on purpose, and even though this brute could sense you, he still opted for attacking Killua first.

What a pathetic fool.

You supposed it worked in your favor. By the time the goon got a hit in and turned around, you were in place.

He couldn't even fathom what had happened besides the searing pain washing over his body.

You were leaning against a tree, a very familiar bucket by your side.

"Come on, if a twelve year old kid can take it, why can't you?" You taunted. The fool tried to get up and charge at you again, only to be pelted by more, larger, rocks.

"I'm not a fighter, so you'll have to excuse my rude etiquette. I'm more of a spectator. Come closer if you'd like, but I'm afraid you won't get very far."

"WHY YOU!!!!" He rushed forward, punch at the ready.

"You really shouldn't take your eyes off your real enemy." Killua appeared behind the man with electricity radiating off his palms. He placed them on the man's back, giving him a shock that sent him flying.

He stood paralyzed.

You glanced over to the white haired boy.

"That was slow, gremlin. I thought we went over speed."

He let out a huff.

"Yeah, yeah. Let me just experiment with a few more things." Then his mood lightened a bit.

"I've got a really cool one I think you might like. Let me know what you think."

Genthru's teammate looked very confused by the exchange between the two of you. Even more so when Killua pulled out a yo-yo.

You couldn't help the little 'ooh' that slipped out.

"Alright, let's go!" He threw the toy towards Genthru's man, narrowly avoiding him. The same couldn't be said for the tree that splintered on impact and collapsed.

You gave a small laugh.

"Christ, Killua! If I ever did anything that made you upset I'm sorry," your voice was full of amusement, not at all phased by the surprisingly strong yo-yo.

"WHAT THE HELL!?!? WHAT'S IT MADE OF!?!" Now, the man's aura radiated fear.

Killua continued doing what would have been normal tricks with the deadly toy.

"It's my brother's alloy. He came up with it himself. Weighs around 50kg. Packs a real punch. See!" He lobbed the yo-yo once again at the man.

You didn't hear that often about Killua's family, besides the few pieces he told you. (They were assassins and abused trained their kids). So hearing him talk fondly about his brother was a little strange.

Your train of thought was interrupted by what the goon thought was a successful attack.

He disarmed Killua and kicked his side. Poor fool was so distracted he didn't even notice the second yo-yo come from behind. The cracking sound let you know he probably broke his skull.

"Uh oh. Did I forget to mention I have two yo-yos?" Icy eyes beamed at you.

"Bet you didn't see that coming! Impressed yet?"

You put your hands up in surrender.

"Okay, I'll admit it. That was pretty unexpected. And cool. But I can sense another trick up your sleeve."

The guy in the floor was barely conscious at this point, but conscious nonetheless.

"An encore? Who am into refuse a humble request."

Then Killua was standing over the enemy.

"Hey old man, did you know that when you kick me you raise up your guard arm? It's like you're making your own blindspot."

Dread encompassed the man's aura, as if he just now realized it.

"Hang on! So that means that your blocking habit was-"

"Fake," you interjected. "It was pretty obvious. Nobody's stupid enough to get hit in the same place twice."

"And the first yo-yo, when he released it?"

"Yeah, I knew you picked something up to throw at me," Killua responded.

"Let's just say my eyes have been trained to look out for small rocks." He continued with a shiver.

"But you're great full for it, aren't you!!" You added.

"Yup! Without a doubt!" Killua said hurriedly.

What can you say, you loved giving people a hard time.

"That's enough talk for now," Killua raised up his arms with both yo-yos wound around them.

"Say goodnight, old man!" He released them, hitting Genthru's teammate directly on the back of his skull. Then he transferred his electricity down the strings and shocked him.

Once again, the young boy looked over to you with expectant eyes.

"So, what did you think?"

These boys really had to stop doing that.

"Hell of a job, kid. Let's see, I think if I had to choose... The last attack was definitely my favorite. Good touch adding your ability, really gave it that Killua flair."

He gave a wide grin, almost as wide as Gon's. Which was adorable on your end.

"Ha! Told you you'd like that one!"

Your own smile faded slightly.

"You'll be fine here on your own?"

"Yeah, I doubt this guy'll be getting up anytime soon. Are you sure you'll be fine?" He said eyeing you as you limped forward.

"This isn't my first rodeo, kid. Hell it hardly even hurts." You lied straight through your teeth.

It felt like you were standing on pins and needles. But loose ends needed tying.

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You focused your eyes searching for the familiar auras of Bisky and Gon. Both strong, but one was a bit more refined. The other jittery.

You covered a substantial amount of distance before you were right in the middle of the two. The refined aura was by itself. Bisky already won her fight.

And before you could fully analyze the other, you felt an immense explosion of nen.

He didn't

He couldn't have

Damnit

You took off as fast as your injury would allow in the direction of the nen.

The same direction a very familiar aura was in.

Please be okay

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Pain

Excruciating, searing pain was all Gon could feel.

He sacrificed his arm to get a good kick on Genthru, and he could live with that. But his true mistake was believing for one second that Genthru would tell the truth. That he'd concede so easily.

Time seemed to slow down as he watched Genthru clench his fist and move it to strike. He could feel it graze his throat and then....

Nothing.

For a second, he couldn't feel the pain at all.

Just warmth.

He realized then that he couldn't see and his feet weren't touching the ground anymore.

Was he being carried?

"You're such a fool."

Y/n?

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You cradled Gon close to your chest, as if to shield him from the world. You made it just barley. One second later and his windpipe would've been shattered.

You didn't have the time to assess his injuries before you scooped him up, but you could smell the gunpowder residue. You could smell the burnt flesh.

You held the boy a little closer to you.

Yes, you were glad you prevented further injury, but you were also upset.

Upset at Genthru for taking advantage of Gon's naivety.

Upset at Gon for being so reckless.

And upset at yourself for not being faster.

"So you've finally come out to fight? What's the matter, did Sub already kill the other boy?" Genthru was trying to taunt you.

But you could feel his hesitance to attack. He didn't even know what happened himself until you were a good distance away with Gon.

His threats went of deaf ears though, you paid him no mind as you finally built up the strength to look at Gon's injuries.

"Don't worry, I'll kill the both of you so you'll be reunited in death!!!" He lunged forward, hand inches away from your shoulder, and then felt nothing. He tried to attack again but missed.

Every lunge, every reach of his arm, every quick movement you evaded. The worst part, you weren't even looking at him when you did. You didn't address him, didn't acknowledge him.

There was no way you were this fast!

There was no way you could be moving at a faster speed than him and not even be phased!

What the hell was going on!

On your end, you were torn between two choices. It would be so easy to take off with the boy in your arms. Let someone else take over and deal with the outcome. But it wasn't your place to do so.

No matter how badly you didn't want to see him suffer, this was his fight. You should let him find out the hard way and finish it.

But no kid should have to go through this.

He could barely stare up at you with one eye open and the other swelled shut. Nevermind his completely charred wrist and now stubbed arm.

At least the explosions had cauterized the wounds.

His aura was nervous with a hint of guilt. Judging by the look he was giving you, you must've appeared pissed.

"Don't- don't be mad at me, Y/n." He whispered out and clutched the front of your shirt.

Your previous frustration was replaced by concern.

"I know I was wrong for being selfish, but I just wanted to-" He cut himself off and hugged you tighter.

"I'm sorry. Please don't be mad. Please."

He just had his arm blown off and the thing he was worried about was your forgiveness.

Sometimes you couldn't tell who had it worse. Killua who was never shown an ounce of genuine love from his family, or Gon who felt if he got one thing wrong he would never be good enough for anybody.

You weren't upset anymore, but you still needed to lecture the boy on his carelessness.

"I'm not mad...not at you. Okay, not at you." Your words slightly relaxed him.

"But it's time for some tough love, okay?"

You felt him nod.

"No more messing around. No more trying anything that leaves you open for attacks. Either take the fight seriously or quit."

At last he looked up at you.

"I wanna finish it. I don't wanna let him get away with all the people he's hurt."

"Then stop acting like a prideful fool and do it."

By this point, Genthru was still trying and failing to land a hit on you. He saw you limping earlier, so it made no damn sense why you were still so fast.

He was left even more confused when you suddenly vanished from in front of him.

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You moved to set Gon down behind Genthru. Just as you did with Killua, you would shadow him in case anything else went wrong.

Gon quickly used an item card and summoned a jar of gasoline. By the time Genthru turned around, the jar was already broken and he was doused in the flammable liquid.

Genthru looked shocked by the sudden attack. Then he regained his murderous aura.

"Oh I see, this is gasoline. That's a good one. It's true that I can't use Little Flower now, however, I have another ability. Countdown."

Wasn't that the one that had been on Abengane's shoulder?

"You may recall that I can set a bomb on someone, and all I have to do is touch them and say the word 'bomber.'"

So it was the same one. The very attack that killed hundreds in seconds.

"And if you intend to disarm it, your only recourse would be to touch me while saying 'I caught the bomber.'" Genthru continued. He then looked back to where you were.

"All of the activation requirements have been met. If I touch him and say bomber, the countdown will begin. The boy's as good as dead, but I might be willing to spare him if you convinced him to hand over the cards."

You glared daggers at the sadistic man.

"Try it, but this kid won't lose that easily. In fact, I'd say your time is just about up." You pointed behind him as Gon started to charge up his attack.

"My requirements have been met too! Now, show me rock!" His fiery nen encompassed his good hand.

You could feel the surprise from Genthru once more.

"Jan-Ken-Rock!!!"

Gon punched straight down, effectively activating the trap. You jumped back slightly to avoid falling into the giant crater.

You focused your eyes to monitor the two auras below you. Genthru was right in the center.

Good, he was in place.

You watched as the giant boulder from before was released from the item card. It was too big to dodge, still you couldn't be sure until it crashed down.

You saw Gon's aura approach the other, then spike in what you assumed was a final attack. The other aura flickered, then disappeared.

He won.

Thank goodness!

You'd been so worried

You quickly ran down the wall of the crater and towards the secret tunnel Gon was in. He was already beaming up at you when you got there.

"Told you I could do it!" His smile was wiped away as the pain flared from his charred arm.

You flashed him a pained smile of your own. Your leg was killing you now that the adrenaline had worn off. But at least now you could relax a little.

"Yeah, you sure did. I'm proud of you." Your tone was uncharacteristically soft. It'd be a lot easier to stay mad at him if he didn't have her eyes.

You leaned down despite the pain of your left leg.

"Alright, let's go meet up with the others, you munchkin." You scooped him up into your arms once more.

"What about Genthru? How are you gonna carry him up?"

"I've got it covered, though I can't imagine it'd be a comfortable ride for him. Not like he deserves one anyway."

You felt Gon relax in your arms.

Shifting his weight onto one, you used the other hand to form strands of nen. You willed them to wrap around Genthru's body. It'd been a while since you had to use that part of your ability.

When you were sure the strands were sturdy enough, you took off, using leftover nen on the bottoms of your feet to help scale up the crater.

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Fun Fact #6: Y/n LOVES sweets, having been denied them so much during childhood.

MASTERLIST

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AN: Who's not ready to enter the Chimera Ant arc and relive the trauma? 😬🤚

[proper-goodnight]

Into The Gray Chpt. 8 (House Call)

Fandom: The Gray Man (2022)

Pairings: Sierra Six x Reader, Courtland Gentry x Reader, Sierra Six x You, Courtland Gentry x You

Type: Multi-Chap

Tags: @medievalfangirl, @biblichorr, @pyrokineticbaby, @lxvrgirl, @asiludida164, @torchbearerkyle, @jasmin7813, @comfortzonequeen, @96jnie, @ryanclutched, @the-light-of-earendil

You sat in the opposite chair, chin in hand, watching Claire Fitzroy push around the dinner that you’d made. You may have been a little biased, but you hadn’t believed that you’d done that bad a job, considering cooking had become something of a hobby for you—but watching her turn herbs over and inspect them with a vaguely disturbed look, nose scrunched and repeating the action with the seasonings, had you doubting. There may have been too much complexity in flavor for a pre-teen to handle, one that you reminded yourself had lived on a strict diet of Hawaiian pizza and ice-cream. 

Claire’s body angled backwards, ready to leap from the chair in case the plate suddenly leapt off the table.

Garlic and zest may not have been the best option that you could have chosen.

The fork was eventually laid to rest against her plate with a clang. Tentative fingers nudged it away, a few inches and then halfway across the table. Her forearms folded on the table’s edge, the wooden finish worn from years of sitting. She’d addressed you briefly when you’d first entered the safehouse–a wooden cabin in the middle of nowhere–but this was the first time that she’d officially looked at you since you’d arrived. Her eyebrows raised, and yours instinctively copied the action.

“So,” Claire started, trailing off. 

“So?” You echoed. 

She leaned forward, and those raised eyebrows suddenly furrowed, narrowing with her eyes as though she had started some kind of interrogation. Her expression mirrored suspicion, but you thought that she was just curious. It was kind of cute; you could admit that. “You and Six aren’t friends?” 

There was a pause before you answered. Your gaze never left her. “We share secrets.” 

“That’s kind of what friends do.” She pointed out, skeptical. 

You nodded, once as if in understanding, but you didn’t really know. No one came to mind that you would trust to keep a secret, no one that you would consider a “friend” on either side involved. You thought about Dani, and you thought about Lloyd, but every secret that you’d learned about them had been without their knowledge. 

You doubted that it counted. 

Social standards and attachments weren’t lost on you, the sociology and psychology of it, but the fact that you’d only thought about it in a scientific aspect, synapses firing in the brain and the chemistry, only proved to you that you wouldn’t be the ideal person to get that kind of advice from—you were too blunt; too literal. 

“You tried to kill Six,” She accused, flat.

You didn’t. You told her that. “I didn’t.”

“You broke into our house,” her eyebrows flicked upwards, as though she’d caught you up in a lie. “I saw you. He had a gun, and then those people broke in. They took him.”

You didn’t know what to say to that; most of it had nothing to do with you. Most.

“Why did you go after him? Do you know Six?”

You briefly contemplated the extent of how much you should confess with a pre-teen and also the niece of the one person that you’d been after at the very start–the original dividing cog in an already fragile machine. Should you explain? Apologize? 

“I’m only concerned about him through proxy.”

“What does that even mean?” She grimaced, voice terse.

Your own remained even. “It means,” you trailed off, eyes flicking around the small space of the kitchen. “That when I get what I need from him, that’ll be the end of it.”

“And what exactly do you need ?”

When you didn’t answer right away, Claire leaned forward, turning your attention back to her, the suddenly intense stare in her gaze as she rested her chin on top of her fist, squinting as though determined to find some kind of secret that could have been hidden in your expression. You didn’t have anything to hide, so you found yourself staring back despite yourself.

“What are you doing?”

“Reading your mind.” She said as a matter of fact. “I can usually do it with Six; you both have this zone out thing that you do sometimes.” She exhaled, then gave up, the brunt of her shoulders colliding back against her seat. She rolled her eyes. “He’s easier.”

“You know him.”

Claire exhaled through her nose. “You two aren’t that different,” she then clarified: “You both can be really frustrating to talk to.”

It wasn’t often that someone could pull a smile from you, and you hadn’t expected Claire Fitzroy to be one. You could see how Sierra Six was attached to her, the contradiction to the rules–an innocence in a world that was quite the contrary. 

She was a child, and had it been your world before it’d gone, you knew without thinking too hard that she wouldn’t have made it. In your world, you learned how to hide from the CIS, NSA, the DIA, the NRO… among others. Your boss’ bosses, the groups they worked with and who knew their names, but never knew yours. 

You were a stray sitting across from something with an impressive pedigree. 

“If you have a prison tattoo with some Greek guy’s name, I’d consider the two of you twins.” Claire rambled on, her interest in you lost and your puzzled look left unanswered as she turned and slid out of her chair, her dinner left barely touched in the middle of the table. 

She left you, the sound of an old record lilting from a crack in an open door a moment later. You took that as your cue to leave, packing up what was left into the fridge–you didn’t count on the idea that she would eat it if she was hungry enough; you made a mental note to grab a few freezer pizzas when you were able. ~~~~~~~~~

You didn’t know if it was because of Sierra Six, or because of your own, albeit brief, experience with Claire Fitzroy, but you found yourself looking for—not at, but for—specific dynamics among groups of people that you’d initially cast aside as irrelevant. There was no distinct purpose behind it and it had become more of a subconscious behavior, but you found it very ironic that you were surrounded by attachments that exerted the same effort to stay together as much as they also did to keep Six and Claire apart. 

Your interrogators on your first day, the brash one and the twitchy one that still couldn’t meet your eye in the hallway as you passed, carried photos around in their wallets of children–also unbeknownst to both of them–the same wife, but you hadn’t cared to ask who was technically the other half of that agreement. 

Dani fretted with her mother on the phone daily, and there was a working couple in the office a few floors down that fostered children. 

The accounting department went to karaoke once a month, and you were pretty sure that one of the intern’s sudden employment offers and the office manager’s vacation presiding on the same weekend wasn’t just a coincidence. 

They behaved as though Claire and Six’s dynamic, their own miniature version of something resembling a family, was any different from the ones they made up on their own–secretive or otherwise. The only difference was that their circumstances had been created by manipulated events; Claire had needed someone, and whether Six had chosen it on his own or decided that he was her best chance, he’d stepped in.

Funnily enough, these people were the ones that had created the circumstances that had forced them together. 

You hadn’t been to see Six since your last conversation. Carmichael had bombarded you with bullshit busy work to hide the fact that he was compiling evidence against you–unsuccessfully–and still looking into the job report that had coincidentally landed you in Florida at the same time that they had found Sierra Six.

Dani never said anything, whether she had any suspicions or not, but there was something about the looks she gave you that told you to cover your tracks a little harder before every single eye in the agency went back to following you around. She wasn’t as subtle. Her curiosities and willingness to go along with anything that could inconvenience Suzanne and Carmichael had kept you safe on several occasions. 

You liked that about her.

“It’s a Friday night,” the familiar baritone of Carmichael’s voice directly beside you was not enough to persuade you to acknowledge him. You were crouched in front of a series of file cabinets, sifting through dated assignment reports–your search was specific, but to an outside observer, you probably looked like you were sorting through junk; past cases considered closed. 

“Everyone’s left the office,” he said when you didn’t answer.

“You haven’t.”

“I’m waiting on a few friends.” Out of the corner of your eye, you watched his hands slide into the pockets of his pants, suit jacket having been discarded and the absence of it showing the hourly grind. His plain button up was rumpled, his tie partially undone. His head pivoted. “What’s your excuse?”

“I don’t have any friends.” 

“No?” He asked with mock surprise, raising his overly bushy eyebrows. “That’s shocking. I would go so far as to say emotionally complex if I thought of you as the emotional type.”

“I’d rather you not think about me at all.”

“It’s not voluntary, I promise you that.” 

“Is someone telling you to do it?” 

“No, but it's come to my attention that despite your stellar employee record, we have yet to find any kind of outside file on you.” He shrugged nonchalantly, and you heard the sarcastic lilt to the idea of you having a stellar anything. “Suzanne thought that you could be useful if you supposedly took out Sierra; she said that your potential would be a waste serving a life sentence.”

“Should I also be thanking her for this conversation?”

 He didn’t waver. “Interest alignments and general surveillance keep you here, but the lack has me curious.” 

His remark led into silence. You weren’t in the mood for this. You looked up. 

“You’re wasting your time looking.”

“We had Lloyd Hansen on a very thin leash, and I’ll admit that it was an idea doomed to go South, knowing as little as we did, but you’re an entirely different risk.” 

“I’m spending my Friday night looking through paperwork.” You tapped the drawer that you had open for emphasis. 

“Wasting your time looking for information that doesn’t exist, right?” His mouth tilted up at the edges, his suspicion evident; it’d always been. You could tell the lack of anything concrete was frustrating for him. He didn’t understand why you were here, nor why you’d been allowed to stay here. 

You understood that it was because of that lack of existence; you’d have been blamed for the CIA’s fuck-ups already if Sierra Six hadn’t been spotted at the scenes. 

“If I had my way about it, you’d be in the cell beside Six’s, and you’d be let out when we want you out—Suzanne lets you walk free, and I don’t quite get that.”

“If we are basing it off of your negotiation skills with Sierra Six so far, I do get it.” You answered. 

The subtle twitching of his facial expression told you that you’d struck a nerve, but Carmichael was not the type to let his pride get the better of him. You knew that the stab would further his attempts to incarcerate you, but in your opinion, he had more things to worry about. 

The squeak of his leather shoes cut through the tension as Carmichael stepped back. His hardened gaze bore into you, a death glare shot back over his shoulder as he left. You mustered up a smile that you made sure he knew was very obviously fake before you went back to what you were doing–but unfortunately, he was right. 

You wouldn’t find what you were looking for here.

It was not the only thing that he’d said that gave you pause, either. He’d mentioned Sierra Six in a cell. Not a room, where you’d first talked to him, but a cell. 

Over the years, many things had made you hesitate. One had been someone’s daughter, rushing to a dance lesson, outside of her mother’s sight but centered directly inside yours, another had been a scientist who thought himself a comedian but took entirely too long to explain what made his jokes funny, and another a reflected light off a skyline; you’d heard the bullet before you’d felt it. 

You found yourself hesitating now, but what you would have considered previously a very well-controlled ability to maintain your curiosity seemed to contradict itself where Sierra Six was concerned. The file cabinet was slammed shut with more force than necessary, and you rose, taking the straightforward path from the basement to the holding cells, one single angled hallway that was housed behind a reinforced door only available with a keycard. 

You didn’t personally have access to that, nor permission, but you’d taken Dani’s keycard when you’d considered going into the basement earlier.

You wondered if Carmichael had realized that. 

The lights in the hallway were the only guiding points to his cell, the lights inside each having been dimmed until what was visible beyond the glass were mere vague shapes among outlines. There was only one that was inhabited–the one at the very end, farthest from the door. You surmised that decision was made with purpose. 

A swipe of Dani’s keycard granted you entry, and when you walked inside, you were immediately met with the sight of him sitting by the wall farthest from the bed, the folded replacements of his clothes untouched at the very end. 

Six’s legs were bent at an angle, arms folded over his knees. The tousled mess of his hair was flattened against the wall where his head was laid back, blood matting it and specks of it spotting the wall. Upon closer inspection, you noticed that there was a leaning angle in the way he was sitting, as though there was an injury to his ribs. His appearance didn’t immediately alarm you, but you suspected this inevitability after enough time fighting his interrogations. 

 When he didn’t open his eyes, you wondered if he was dead; he was too observant to not have noticed you walk in.

Rather than immediately turn toward him, you pivoted in a slower motion. Your face remained passive despite the gruesomeness of him.

“You look like you got into a fight.” You noted. 

“Your friends don’t make good company.” His casual but strained tone was the only indication that he’d noticed you after all, but he didn’t open his eyes to see you.

“And I do?”

Six shrugged, a wince following the motion. “Better company.”

“And here I thought that Carmichael’s personality was just stellar.” You thought that you’d heard the beginnings of a laugh ushered from him, only to be cut short by a hacking cough before he spit a glob of blood across the floor. You didn’t immediately move to help him, lingering by the doorway as though encroaching on the personal space of his cell was worse than encroaching on the personal space of his house. 

In comparison, it was much smaller. 

“How bad are the other guys?”

“Worse off than me.” He wheezed.

With a hum, you finally strode across the room, finding a meager box of first aid supplies sitting on top of the folded clothes. You weren’t surprised that they had left him to patch himself up after beating him half to death, and like you, he’d chosen to be stubborn rather than oblige to anything they handed him. 

After retrieving the box, you’d knelt down in front of him. 

“Got anything to drink?”

You scoffed as you took a small bottle of antiseptic out of the box. It wouldn’t be enough, but it would work. “You’re going to have to deal with this sober,” you said, still digging out some essentials. You threw a glance up at him, only to notice that he was finally looking at you. It didn’t deter you from the order. “Take your clothes off.”

When he didn’t immediately move, you raised your eyebrows. Six looked back at you, one of his eyes partially squinted, promising a bruise within the next few hours. He hesitated to oblige this particular request and you found yourself marveling. 

The Gray Man, who had broken out of a secure CIA building through agents with years of similar–if not more–experience, felt awkward. 

You raised your eyebrows further. 

He still didn’t move. 

“I can’t help you through your clothes.” You pointed out.

Six exhaled through his nose, shifting with a soft grunt so that he could grab at the hem of his shirt and begin tucking it out of the cover of his jeans. His expression twisted at the extension of his movements, a strain on his wounds that had soaked through the fabric and left residue wherever his hands grabbed. You shuffled closer to him. 

“Let me help.” Six moving his hands out of your way was the only permission that you needed. You tugged his shirt free from the confines of his jeans, careful to avoid his wounds while you worked your way up over the defined muscles of his chest, skilled fingers gliding up his biceps and carefully working the sleeves through his arms before you could yank it free over his head. It was dropped to the floor.

Scars covered nearly every surface, old wounds from old places that you’d observed through the window at his house in Florida. There were new wounds and new bruising over the old, some that would leave new scars, but it did little to hinder his rugged handsomeness. You weren’t a fool; you would give credit where it was due. 

Your hands went for his belt next, but he grabbed them.

“I got it,” he insisted. 

“Are you shy?” You teased. 

Your little mockery gave rise to a very light smirk, refreshing the frustration that’d previously occupied his face, but your hands retreated so that he could take over himself, unbuckling his belt and carefully wiggling out of his jeans until he was down to his boxers. Those were discarded beside him on the floor along with his shirt. 

You poked at the space next to one of the bigger bruises at his ribs, purple and green discoloration starting; you went for an open gash adjacent to that space first, taking the antiseptic and gauze into your hands. Your head was bent low, your eyes wandering over the rough outline and bruised edges with practiced focus. 

“Did you finally sign that confession?” You asked.

“No,” Six murmured, soft. “They started beating the piss out of me before then though, so,” he hissed a sharp intake of breath as you dabbed at it with the antiseptic. “It felt like a win.” 

You glanced up, the edge of your mouth twitching. He was looking down at you, eyes wandering, and when your lashes fluttered and your eyebrows raised, he looked back up, to the space around the cell–as empty and disinteresting as it was.

“Uh, thanks.” He went on. “For–for this.”

“I wouldn’t thank me yet. This is not going to be comfortable for you.” 

Six nodded, leaving his appreciation in the air for another time. He leaned his head back again, closing his eyes. He looked more peaceful like this, the lights of the hallway blanketing over him and giving a warm, favorable sheen to features marred by blood. His hair fell away from his forehead, revealing another cut there; another eventual scar. 

You elicited a low groan from him as you pressed the antiseptic into the wound and dabbed at it with the gauze. One of his eyes opened to look at you.

“Just making sure you’re still with me.” You said. 

“Barely. I am beginning,” he hissed out, the words rising like bile in his throat, “to seriously question my life choices.”

Your head tilted. “The Sierra Program taught you how to take a beating, all things considered.” 

“That’s a family trait.”

You exhaled through your nose, poking on another bruise toward his left hip making him gasp; the skin there tender, but nothing that you had to immediately worry about. Nothing felt broken. “You’re hilarious,” you murmured good-naturedly, the action and remark earning a gentle glare from him. “Here I thought that it was the blood loss making you so passive.” 

“Just another Thursday,” he quipped. 

“It’s Friday,” you corrected him, your knees tucked against his thigh where you’d moved against his side. Six held up his hand except that his arm couldn’t extend that far and it fell back down to his knees. One hand pushed against his knees to flatten them both so that they were laying straight, granting you more access where it was needed.  “I’m going to work on your side first. I’m going to need you to hold still, okay?”

Other than a sharp intake of breath, and an occasional flinch, he hardly moved at all; one sharp jerk had you leaning your arm over his legs to hold him still, pushed close to his abdomen and practically laying over him. You’d nudged him closer to the wall to make more room for yourself, your hip pressed against the side of his thigh. 

Threading a needle with a closed eye, you glared at it in focus before your thumb and index finger guided the needle through his skin right beside a hole, drawing it over. As you worked, refined, you ignored the gentle sounds that you elicited from him. Soft sounds of pain were nothing new to you, and you did have to admit that they had made him rather resilient. You didn’t know what you had expected, but for some reason, you expected backlash.

You assumed that his and Lloyd’s pain tolerance were drastically different.

The iris scissors were lifted, and you tied off the thread before snipping it.

More antiseptic was soaked onto the wound before a bandage was applied. You shifted up his body to inspect the wound by his shoulder. One of your thighs was forcefully planted to one side of him, trapped between his and the wall, and the other folded beside you. The supplies were placed on his chest for assurance. He’d lifted his head up when he felt you move; the two of you were nearly nose to nose, but your head was turned, focused on his shoulder. 

He placed his hand beside your thigh, holding himself in place should he somehow find himself leaning. Where one of your hands was planted against his chest to hold yourself steady, you felt his heartbeat underneath your palm, pounding in a frantic rhythm. His skin was hot underneath your fingers. 

Charming.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think that you’ve never had a woman this close before,” you said softly, and low without looking at him, your hand moving away to grab more of your antiseptic. 

His breath hitched when he was about to answer, but you interrupted him.

“I don’t want to know.” You mused.

“I have.”

You snickered. “I said if I didn’t know any better.” You felt his muscles relax underneath your hands, but you associated it more with defeat than relaxation. Granted, you had that effect on people naturally. Considering how often you had knowingly or unknowingly infuriated and simultaneously puzzled Lloyd Hansen and Denny Carmichael, Sierra Six was hardly an added challenge. 

Your slender fingers worked at disinfecting and closing the wound at his shoulder, gradually brushing up the length of his arm. Your skin was cold to the touch as always, and you thought that you felt him shiver under his fingers–there was an explorative nature to your demonstrations, touching every little line and mark as you worked your way up over scars old and new in search of other wounds. 

Your eyes never strayed from the work, speaking in their own silent words. Your hand traveled up to drape across his shoulder and toy with stray hairs, twirling blonde strands in between with gentle tugs that were strangely casual. From there, one would consider a conversation starter, or a knife positioned directly where your other hand lingered at his side, doing the same demonstrations where your fingers splayed at the sensitive skin by his hip bone.

It wasn’t often that you were able to get this close to a man without any other intentions.

Six’s hands lay limp, arrested, slowly curling into fists. When you nudged his arm to look at a wound at his other side, he obliged your wordless request. You felt him tense underneath your fingers, seconds teasing him, trickling past. He waited, and he watched. He didn’t risk another glance, another breath too deep. 

Slowly, mechanically, through painstaking precision, he turned to face you completely opposite with a crinkle in his crescent eyes. You knew that look. You’d seen it before, only with much less speaking involved. Then he truly did subside toward you. He pushed the heel of his palm into the floor for support.

All at once, you found yourself pulling away, your hands retreating from his skin, two breaths escaping in unison once you finally made distance and pulled yourself up from the floor. His fingers lingered, brushing your wrist and curling around your knuckles.

“Are you done?” Six asked, voice sounding groggy, lulled into a kind of security that was never meant to be found with you.

“I think you’ll live another day,” you answered. You forced yourself to not submit, to subside against unwise impulses. Especially with as pale and cold as he was—oh, how he could play the game. 

Later, you promised to no one in particular. 

Six finally exhaled, unable to challenge that certainty in your gaze. He managed a pursed smile, then the smile faded, unreadably flat now. With great reluctance, he let go of you. Not once did his attention stray from your face, clinging to it.

“I can’t promise that I’ll happen to be around the next time you piss someone off.” You advised, the barest twitch pulling at the edges of your lips. “So, be careful.”

“Why did you come around this time?” He’d asked when you’d turned away.

“I wanted to tell you,” you inhaled. “Claire is safe. She wants to see you.”

“I want to see her, too.”

Your hand lingered on the doorframe, and while that hadn’t been your original intentions in coming here, you were glad to give him that reassurance. Claire had never outright said it, but you knew as soon as you’d walked into the safehouse who she’d been hoping to see. You never lied, especially not when the facts were directly in front of your face.

“And you will.”

[yoon-topias]

Sunday Morning battles Part Three

{ Ordinary Sunday's }

⟡ Best friend's older brother x OC

⟡ 18+ (minors DNI, mature content)

⟡ Warnings: Fluff, angst, Domestic!Yoongi {Fluff to the max} Slight teasing. Reference of one night stands.

⟡ Summary: What Sunday's looked liked before it all changed. A peek into the dynamic of Vi, Hans, And Yoongi with some special appearances. Very fluffy, and Domestic side of Vi and Yoongi.

⟡ 11.3k Words

⟡ Part one | Part Two | Part Three

⟡ Series Index

All rights belong to @/Yoon-Topias. Do not copy/ translate.

Yoongi Pov:

When I get out of the shower ridding myself of sins, I walk out to the living room and see both the girls in their respective spots on the couch. I even have my own spot which I can't complain, it's the best spot. In the corner of the couch with the lounger. Vi has the middle so she can be near either of us because ninety nine percent she will end up on one of us with her fuzzy blanket. She is a touchy feely person as I like to say and me? I'm not. Only for her. Hans has the right corner of the couch she likes to lean on the arm. They both have their pajamas and a fuzzy blanket on their laps and Vi is sitting closer to my side, guess she is picking me today.  My food is plated up for me on the coffee table and lo and behold Fruits Basket is playing on the tv. Who would've thought.  

"You both started without me? I'm offended, I bought it." 

"Well you shouldn't have been late Yoon." fuck. How did she even notice she was in the middle of a fucking battle with my sister. My jaw drops and she looks at me with a damn smirk. "You forget I'm very observant Yoon, the clock on the stove was behind Hans. Five Minutes late in fact." She didn't even turn her head when she was in the fight and didn't even move her body just continued fighting with Hans. How would she know I was behind her? Unless she wanted me to see-

"Yoongs sit the fuck down. Vi put on tv or else your food will get cold.” Hans is ushering me to sit. I'll gladly sit next to Vi. Grabbing my plate that by the looks of it Vi did because there is powder sugar on the French toast and she is the only one who does it. I get in my spot on the couch, it's a cozy day it seems in this house. As soon as I sat down I leaned over and whispered in Vi's ear "Thank you princess for plating my food." She nods focused on the tv in front of her, can't say I would pay attention if it was Slam Dunk. The French toast is from our favorite spot to eat, it's so fluffy and none of us know how the hell they do it but it's amazing. Currently we all have been on a streak of making French toast every Sunday until we get it like theirs. By the end of it I bet we'll be so tired of French toast we'll never want it again. 

Next to me I hear Vi mumbling with food in her mouth "Kyo! Tell her!" Ever since we started this show she is addicted, never seen her so engaged in a tv show. I have a feeling this is gonna turn into one of those habits she has. "Hey Vi you going out tonight with that boy?" I turn and look at Hans,  she is smirking pushing her elbow on Vi. "No too soon, gotta see his vibes more. You know this. Also its Sunday its our cozy day no boy will take that away" and Hans makes a face like she did something wrong. 

"Uh, so I thought you would since you know, you brought him home and all..I thought you'd go out tonight so I made plans with Mingyu." I see Vi drop her fork on her plate and slowly turn her head to Hans, yeah I'm not in this I'm gonna just sit back and watch. I'm an observer, always have been. 

"Excuse me? Just cause’ I brought him home to hangout does not mean I'm dating him or that he gets my Sunday's, but I can see how it looked. I never bring anyone home. He is cute I can say that, but I need to get to know him more before he gets all of me." 

After that she hits her arm in defense. It seems they both don't even care that I'm here and hear all their "girl talk". Am I just one of the "girls" now? 

"Vivi I'm sorry! Please forgive me but now I can't cancel ya know that dick is just too good." Okay I never thought I would hear the words from my sister..I guess I can mark that in my book of things I hate. 

"I know you told me all about it! But just cause’ its world shattering doesn't mean you plan on a cozy day!" 

"But you know you could get your own." and Hans is smirking, raising her eyebrows up and down.  Nope I do not want to hear about this. Definitely not. "Just cause I did some things with him does not mean. I'm gonna give him my virginity Hans!" 

Well now I know she is still a virgin and that does something to me, brings out a primal instinct  to never let him near her again. I want to mark her and claim her as mine, give her all her firsts, but I know it won't be me and I need to accept that. In that case I'm gonna have to get used to being one of the "girls" unless I make my move which I'm not ready for in any shape. Also why would Hans say something like that with me? She knows my feelings. She always has tried to push me to be ready but I can't fathom telling her when I can't even control my emotions.  It would be unfair to bring that into her romantic life. She deserves all the first to be perfect and not broken by my fucked up self. 

I need to step in and that's what I'm going to do. "Woah! You both need to chill okay?" They both turn and look at me wide eyed like they didn't know I was on the couch next to them. 

"Now I planned on staying here tonight, because it's Sunday. Hans you are gonna go out with your boy toy and I will spend the night with Vi, got it? Now let's enjoy the day before Hans leaves. Shall we?'' They both nod to my stern voice, or rather my "daddy" voice to others. To them it's just my stern voice when I'm not messing around. 

I see Hans nods she knows this is not a time to fuck with me, and I see Vi swallow hard. She blinks at me "Yes Yoon." I can tell there is a submissive side to that bubbly, determined, stubborn girl she is. "I'm gonna go call Gyu to see when we are going out." She stands up and walks to her bedroom, leaving just Vi and I. She sets her empty plate down on the coffee table and takes mine also. After she does I straighten out my legs and get comfortable.  "C'mere Vi."  She turns and looks at me with a small smile. My arm is spread out along the couch length and she grabs her blanket and nuzzles her head in the "pocket" as she likes to call it and I hear her hum. I think she likes to be close to people she cares about, because she didn't get long with her dad and her mom is another story. 

I never have minded how close she likes to be. The only time it has bothered me was when I first met her and it was a lot to say the least and after two weeks I got used to holding her hand, hugs, her wrapping her small fist around my finger, her poking my cheeks because they were "squishy", and many others actions she does. I on the other hand have never been like that since I was born, even as a baby I did not want to be held the moment I could make it known. I show my love in other ways, subtle actions. It's always been different with Vi. I know she needs more and I cave every time for her. I lean my head down and whisper in her ear "Now what did I hear about a boy, princess?" She rolls on her back and is looking up at me, those misty gray eyes meeting mine, slightly smiling. I see a small tint to her cheeks. 

"Uh, well I met him at orientation, his name is Taehyung. He's a fine arts major and we will have Latin together. He said he chose it to understand more art and meanings behind the name of stuff. But ya know what Yoon?" I give her a hum in response. I'm here to listen to everything she has to say, even if it feels like my heart is shattering, my ribs are being pulled apart, my blood draining out of my body. But to see her happy and smiling I'll live through it everyday. I did it in high school when she went on her first date, which ended in me punching the little fuck for thinking he was getting in her pants. She called me, I heard everything and raced my ass there. 

Vi rolls on her stomach and props herself up on her elbows and places her hand near my ear "I didn't even sign up for latin. It was Hans who picked my classes cause’ I was too nervous." She laughs about it. It's nice to hear that laugh every single time. "And why were you nervous, mhm?" She looks down and back up at me "Well ya know, never done it and couldn't choose my first courses. So Hans did it and even picked the ones for the first semester so I don't get too overwhelmed with my struggle classes! I would never have thought to scatter them that way" 

I gesture my finger towards her to come close and I whisper in her ear "Well you know where she gets all her smarts? Me. So technically I picked them Princess."  She doesn't need to know Hans called me freaking out trying to pick the classes and sent the log in to me so I could go in and pick them. I lined them up perfectly for any new classes, including Latin. Now I regret choosing it, but I took it and honestly find it more romantic than any language so I chose that, it wasn't too hard to grasp either. She lightly smiles "Are you calling Hans stupid Yoon?" 

"No, but we both know school was never her strong suit. She is going for fashion in a Program where she doesn't need long schooling. There's no issue with it, but who is going to college to be a mechanic?" and I poked my finger to her nose, she took her hand from her cheek and pointed her finger at me. "That's right princess." As much as I want to call her princess to be in another meaning, there's no denying it has become just like the nickname 'Vi'. It all started when her and Hans went through their fairytale phase and Vi always has to be the princess. Said "It's only right if I am." and with that she became our princess, Hans always wanted to be the evil one in whatever they decided and for me? I became a knight or peasant.  Hans said "Eww you can't be that to me you're my Bubs." To be honest I miss that nickname she gave me. It now has morphed into 'Yoongs' to match 'Hans'.  

Our nicknames may have changed slightly through the years, but to me she will always be princess. Hell she makes me get on my knees and beg if I fuck up. I'll gladly do it every time. Only for her. It's not sexual or anything for me, it's weird If I look into it because fair enough, I would call my sub 'princess' but with her I have distanced my mind from that. Okay maybe sometimes I break the door open and enter the room with silk sheets and her in there waiting for me, but that's me and my deepest secrets. She doesn't need to know.

"Yoon, we gonna have our night?'' Even if we're talking about another guy I'm still the one she wants to spend her nights with, and what does that say about me? She is mine first. 

"Of course, Princess but if you start to date they will be different so this one may be the last one. Better not take it for granted" 

"Why would they be different Yoon?" 

"Because if you're with someone I'm obviously not going to sleep in your bed huh?" That is where I'll draw the line. I will never let someone be with me in any way if they are in a relationship. I know I couldn't handle being cheated on in any slightest way and with her I'll draw that boundary for the other person cause I know she couldn't say no. It would be unfair to her and the other person involved. "But we're friends Yoon, why not?"

I put my hand on her cheek and lightly rub my thumb up and down. She leans into my touch "Because Vi, I don't think whoever the person is would like you in another bed with someone else. Let alone a man" She knows why but she is playing stupid. I know her, trying to get what she wants. I know it's not out of any harmful intent for the other person. She just does not like being alone. I see her eyes glaze over, knowing the look that's on her face; bottom lip jutted out a tiny bit "Why you upset, mhm?" 

"I don't want to be alone when Hans leaves.” Her bottom lip quivers. 

"And who said you'll be alone? I'll be here on this couch every night if needed."  That makes her smile a little bit. Yeah I know it'll suck making these boundaries, but I have done it forever so my mind automatically thinks of them now. Can't blame anyone but myself. I'd rather live like this then her experience my episodes and me being unstable. My goal is to use her time in college to get stable enough to finally tell her how I have always felt. 

Wait for the right time in both our worlds. 

"Pinky promise?" She holds out her pinky, waiting for me to reciprocate. Latching my pinky with hers, I bend and kiss my thumb and she does the same. 

"Pinky"

"Swear" 

And we press our thumbs sealing it. I'll never get over these small habits she has. I smile at her and pat her head down to get back in the 'pocket' and she accepts, snuggling in. Yet I'm just the best friend's brother. Right?  

"Wanna come closer Vi?" I whisper to her. I wanna give her what she wants, but also maybe fulfill what I want. She practically hops up and jumps on top of me "Oh my gosh Yes, Yoon!" Smiling at how happy she is, it hurts my cheeks how much I have smiled in the past few hours. I haven't smiled this much in days. Maybe weeks. 

I scoot over into the arm of the couch, stretching out my arm and she scoots into it, laying her head on my shoulder. I reach over to grab her fuzzy blanket and throw it over us. We move our bodies and get comfortable being close. I smell her Vanilla scent on her and it's mixing with my musky vanilla scent. The aroma is mixing, becoming one like we are becoming one in this moment. Our bodies are connected at our hips and I pull on hers to make her scoot in more, to be even closer as she is the little spoon. "Comfy, princess?" 

She reaches and gives my hand a squeeze. "Mhm yes." Turning our heads, unpausing the tv and watching her show. Is this what home feels like? We make no movement even when Hans opens her bedroom door and walks out. Once she makes her way to us she gasps loudly. Neither of us turn to look, we know she is dramatic. "And you both started cuddles without me? make room for Hannie!" and she runs over and rolls on top of both of us in the middle to squish us, as she does every time, and lands her spot next to Vi. "Trio hugs." I hear Vi whisper. I can picture it now, her smiling saying that. 

"Guys I'm leaving before dinner kay?" We both nod and in unison say "kay" and we spend the rest of the morning all laughing, being close. I'm going to miss the three of us together. It is filled with laughs, dozing in and out of sleep, and arguing that it's too hot but none of us ever move away from each other, nor take the blanket away. My hand falls on Vi’s hip as we lay here and I give her comfort squeezes every now and then. I know she has trauma even if she doesn't talk about it. She likes being close to people and if I can give it to her I gladly will. 

When Hans went to get ready, she said the phrase again "Dick too good." It made me want to run away and never step foot into this apartment again, or even look at my sister again. Yep we'd live through texting.  Vi currently is still passed out on my arm and I hear her little snores, I could get used to this. I think about it anytime we do end up this close. I remember when we went on a trip to the beach and she fell asleep on my shoulder the entire road trip, and insisted we stay in the same room because "I need someone to protect me." She has always been worried when she is out of her comfort zone, so if I can give a sort of comfort zone by being there, I will.  My pocket buzzes and I reach to pull my phone out.

Jin: Hobi said to tell her you love her

Me: How about NO? Not until I'm stable. Also she is talking to a guy but yet guess what?

Hitting send, I swipe down and hit on the camera icon and angle it at both of us and take a pic of her curled up in my arm, passed out. I sent the pic to Jin. 

Jin: STOP IM GONNA DIE! YOU TOO ARE ADORABLE! 

Jin: ALSO 

Jin: No doubt she's yours fuck that guy! 

Me: how many times do I need to tell you to send just one text? But yes she is mine FIRST. 

Jin: Excuse me? I'm your elder! Respect me! And that's how my brain thinks sorry not sorry. 

Jin: Have a good night with them. 

Me: Yeah you and Hobi don't crash on the couch ass naked again don't wanna walk into that again. 

Jin: You should be grateful to see my handsome body! You know you love me. 

I feel Vi stirring in her sleep and she rolls over into my chest. I hear something, throwing my phone on the other cushion, leaning my head down and I hear the smallest "Yoonie, Hungy" God she is like a child when she is asleep and I absolutely adore it. 

"Oh yeah?"  I run my hands through her hair. We haven't eaten since this morning, of course she is hungry. "Pass Yoonie his phone, he threw it." She takes her arm off me and flings herself over and her hand is searching for it, eyes still closed. "Little left." and her small hand finds it. She swings her arm and practically throws it at me. “Vi, bad girls don't get yummy food now do they?"

"I'm sorry, just eepy." I pull her back into my arms and she just accepts her fate like I do. Hans comes out of her room. It's now five o'clock and almost dinner, and she is late. She runs out of her room "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." Throwing her bag on the counter and rushing to the shoe rack, hopping on one foot trying to put on her sneakers that really need to be untied to be put on. "You're gonna make an angry Vi." 

I sent Jin a text about seeing if he can make her favorite pizza. 

Me: Can you make Vi's favorite pizza? I'll pay you for bringing it over. 

Jin: Of course he will! ANYTHING for Vi. -Hobi 

"Eh she is used to me by now." She waves off my concern of waking her up and she comes to stand in front of me in a very short mini dress, which I do not approve of, but I know she won't change. "How do I look?" And as she does that she rubs on Vi’s leg, moving her head to look at her and slowly opening her eyes "Pretty Hans. Go get that dick." Can they please stop talking about this guy's dick for god's sake. 

"Thanks ViVi! You." pointing her finger at me, glaring. "Make sure you feed her favorite since I'm not here." I flash her my phone with Jin’s messages and she nods her head in approval of what I'm getting her for dinner. 

"Vivi, kill him if he tries to sleep in my room, got it?" She just lifts her thumb up and gives her a small "You got it." Now I'm offended she would even say yes to it. I give her hip a warning squeeze and she makes a sound "See you got her angry for waking her up." I give her one more squeeze and she turns into me more and mumbles "It's okay Hans. I need to get up anyway, just don't wanna." 

"You two have fun, not too much fun! Love you both bye!" And she is walking out the door, shutting it behind her and locking it. 

"Did Miss Vi have fun saying she would kill me?" She is laughing at me and turning to try and get away. "Oh no you don't." I wrap my wrap around her body and pull her into me. "Vi, you wanna kill me? You'd kill me by just being you so don't use it against me Kay?" 

"Huh?" 

"Nothing princess. Now go get the dishes out for us to eat. It should be on its way soon." I give a tap on her hip and she throws the blanket off her body and runs to the kitchen. I need to check with Jin for an update on how much longer. 

Me: Hey how much longer Hans just left

Jin: YOU DID NOT TELL ME IT WAS YOU AND VI ALONE. 

Jin: Oh and I'll be there in 15

Me: thank you, and why would I need to tell you Hans left??? 

And he reads the messages and doesn't respond. That's so him. Well he'll be here soon, time to fold up the extra blanket Hans was using and get the place tidied up a bit. Their apartment is literally like a second home and I need to make sure I stay on a schedule when I'm here. Jin has worked too and normally while he is cooking dinner I'm cleaning our place up, so here I do the same. Picking up our three glasses, taking them to the kitchen to load them in the dishwasher, I see Vi playing music low on her phone and swaying back and forth. Standing here watching her is like what I wish my future would be like. With her. 

She is placing our plates out and new cups for us behind the plates so we can fill it with whatever we choose when we eat. I load the dishwasher, afterwards I press on the volume button on her phone and hold my hand out to her "Will the princess give this peasant a dance?" She smiles at me. 

"She will, but one dance only." We have never given up our roles in our fantasy worlds. I bow to her "Yes my princess." and she holds her hands out like she is wearing a dress and fake curtsies, places her hand in mine. I pull her close and we are dancing like we always have. She places her head on my chest and we're just swaying back and forth in the kitchen that once was a battle ground. 

"You think I'll be okay without Hans?" Swaying back and forth lightly and moving in the kitchen slowly. "Why wouldn't you Vi? You're so strong you're gonna get through college and help all the people you can. You're the main character of your life, we're just the supporting characters." I move my hand and place it on her back and she wraps one arm around my back, lightly rubbing her back as we sway. "Thank you for always letting me know I'm strong enough, Yoon." 

"I'll always be here to remind you" And I hear the front door open. Now how did he get a key? I lean my head down to her ear "Did you give Jin a key to your place" 

"Huh? Why would I?" 

"Honey! I'm home!" 

"You mean. Honey! We're home!" 

And there are the two dumbasses I love. They are both laughing and I wait till the last moment to let go of her. "I guess we'll figure it out huh, Vi?" She hums in response and I'm facing the opening of the kitchen and I see both of them staring at me. Jin is holding the container with pizza in it and Hobi is holding a sprite. Of course, with his hand over his heart smiling at us. "Don't mind us! I'll leave this here" Jin goes to leave the pizza on the counter and right when he does Vi pulls away and looks at him. "You didn't! Yoon! My favorite. Jin I love you!" 

"Ha I'm her favorite you hear that?" He has a smirk on his face and she goes up and gives him a hug. "What about me?" She is lighting up so bright, my whole earth right in front of me. "Hobi!" Letting go so fast, she runs up and gives him the biggest hug. He drops the sprite but I run and catch it before it can hit the ground. The last thing we need is sprite all over the kitchen.  "Hobi please! Have dinner with us" 

"I'm offended you only want Hobi" Jin is pouting, crossing his arms acting upset. I swear Jin is my sister just in a man's body. She looks at him, still holding onto Hobi "Group hug, Jin." and Jin can never turn that down and with Hobi and Vi? Yeah he never caved fast enough in his life. He grabs my hand and pulls me with him and wraps his arms around me. I found mine around Vi. At least it's the one person I'm comfortable with being this close with. The other two? I'll just forget about them. I'm with Vi and that's all that matters. "Okay, okay, let me go" 

"Oh, Yoongi, stop being so sour. Get you some sweetness in your life." Hobi pats my back after saying. What he doesn't know is that the sweetness in my life is reserved for the girl that is in my chest.  

"Okay are we done with the hug party? Let's eat if you're staying." They unwrap their arms from each other and I bend down before I let go of Vi "Princess go get their plates and after it's Vi and Yoon time, kay?" She lets go of me but as she does I button up her pajamas one more button. Even if they are a couple they still don't get to see her in her home like this. "Thank you.” and she walks over to the kitchen and gets their plates out. 

Jin comes to my side, elbowing me. "So, when were you gonna tell me it's just you and her tonight?" 

"Didn't think I needed to. Hans had to go 'get that dick', god why am I saying it now." Hitting my palm to my forehead after speaking the words I just said. I'm unbelievable. "She left like thirty minutes ago, probably won't be back for the night." We are looking at Vi and Hobi plating the pizza all up and of course his sprite he just has to have. Vi looks at me with those wide eyes "Yoon?" Humming in response to her. "Juice or soju?" I have been not wanting to drink while trying to get my meds in order. Also coming out of an episode and drinking would turn into a disaster. "He'll have juice Vi." Jin steps up and says what I couldn't say as I started to question my own self even though I know what I should have.  

"Just don't make a fuss about it, kay? She didn't wanna be alone if Hans left and then I did too. She needs to prepare herself to be alone." He nods in understanding, walking to grab his plate and cup from Hobi holding it out for him.  Vi holds her pointer finger up and yells "To the couch!"  And Hobi yells "Pizza and sprite!" Shaking my head at their antics and grabbing my food, I walk over to my spot. When we have them over, Hobi takes Hans spot, Jin sits in Vi place, Vi takes the corner I normally sit in, pushing herself all the way back so she can stretch her legs out, and I sit on the lounge and pull her feet on top of my thighs. 

We all get comfy, putting the blanket back over Vi's legs so she is comfortable, handing her plate of not one slice of pizza, but three large ones. Thank god Jin made a large one but they aren't eating a lot because they will go home and have their late night snack like they always do. I hear them trying to whisper in our kitchen but clearly not. "So what are your plans for tonight you two?" I look at Hobi and Jin munching on their pizza. With a mouth full of food Jin starts to talk about their plans "Well, we are gonna watch a movie and then, uh? Have ‘us time’ if you know what I mean." and he is raising his eyebrows up and down. "Jin, we have our baby Vi here!" Hobi slapping his arm. 

Vi raising her hands in defense "Don't censor on my part. You should hear me and Hans." 

"Yeah, you don't wanna hear them together. I heard enough of it today." I lightly laugh thinking about what I heard today. Will it ever leave my head? Nope, might as well learn to live with it.  

"Thank you so much for bringing dinner, Jin." She smiles at him with a mouth full of pizza. There is no stopping her from talking. Before, I tried to correct her and tell her to wait until she was done. It didn't work. "Of course Vi, anything for you, just call me." winking at her, and she puts her other hand to her heart and gasps. God she is taking after Hans, maybe she should "get that dick" more often, she is corrupting our sweet Vi. 

Hobi places his plate down after finishing his one slice he wanted "So, what are you two doing tonight?" And we both look at each other and smile "Vi and Yoon night is a secrets sorry, Hobi." She says it for me so I don't have to try and explain myself. They won't question anything she says. I tap on her thigh and smile as if saying 'good job'. We all laugh, catching up and even telling them the story of hearing about my sister getting dick tonight and ditching us. It's been about probably two months since the four of us have been together because school, work, and life in general is catching up to all of us. But when we're together it feels like a damn double date every time. It makes me wonder what it would be like to actually call it a double date and not having to control my inner thoughts. Wants. Needs. Desires. 

Maybe one day we'll get to that point. Hobi and Jin have been together since our third year, guess you can say high school sweethearts. Made it through all the discrimination against them be open about it and pushed forward, both going to college. They grew together and I wish I would be able to do that with Vi. But we are growing together, just in a different way.  I'm so proud of how far she has come and excited to see her move forward in her passion.  Hobi went for dance and Jin well he went for culinary. How did they make it work? I have no idea, but they definitely made it happen. Hobi and I both get the best food we have ever had. Now when Jin was in school that was another case, he would throw random things together. We would just eat it and nod telling him it was good and he would light up like a shooting star in a pitch black sky. We'd both do anything for him. 

He met Vi a couple years ago, when I finally was okay with letting my worlds mesh together. For the longest time I wanted to keep her to only Hans and me, but that's unfair. It's part of my mind once something is mine it is MINE. No one else's. I learned to share her with Hans because technically she was Hans in the first place so I need to submit to that, but in my mind she is MINE. FIRST. 

It started with her meeting Jin and then Hobi followed a little bit after. Jin didn't know about all my mental struggles until I finally told him after one long treatment session and he got upset, saying I can't just come and go out of his life randomly. I couldn't lose one of the only people I had, so I told him and he took on this role to help me.  Once she met Hobi and found out he was studying dance she wanted to learn everything and I mean everything. So many nights they had one on one sessions. She tried to keep up with him. She only learned the basics, but she definitely gravitated toward slow dancing and all forms of it. 

I spent many nights in our apartment with Hobi teaching me until three in the morning when I had classes crazy early, just to be able to dance with her and show her she can dance with not just Hobi but with me. 

I look over and see Vi yawning, still tired from her nap. I bet if we laid back down she'd be out for the night. "Hey Jin, will you pick up oranges on the way home? We're out." using this against him, knowing the stand he likes to go to closes in about thirty minutes. Pulling his phone out to check the time and his eyes go wide "Hobi! We got twenty nine minutes, can we make it?" Vi hands over her plate for me to place on the coffee table for her since she finished. While those two are talking if they can make it, me and Vi talk, rubbing her leg "Full?" She gives me a nod and pats on her stomach with a small smile. "Good."

We both hear Jin and Hobi let out an 'awh'. Cheeks turning red, she looks away towards the window facing away from them. Leaning over and whispering "Oh is someone shy to be close to me? Is that it?" 

"No, a princess needs her peasant to save her from the two minions over there." 

"Of course, my Princess, I'll do anything. '' I bow my head lightly and laugh at how we never will not do this. Turning my head to them, putting my hand up to my neck and making the signal to cut it out as I tell them "Well you better make it to the shop for the oranges." They get what I mean.  They are holding in their laughter as VI is still looking away from them, trying to cool off her face. "Yeah we're goin' don't worry. I'm ready to be in my bed if you know what I mean." wiggling his eyebrows. I hope they have fun, glad I will not be there to hear it. "I'm gonna pick up and then walk them out, come say bye when you're ready." I tap on her legs and she takes them off me and pulls her knees to her chest taking a deep breath. I forget sometimes she is the most outgoing person I know, but on the inside she gets very shy and uses her outgoing personality to hide it. 

Stacking our plates and cups, bringing them to the kitchen with Jin and Hobi following suit. "Did we go too far?" Hobi asks, sounding concerned "Nah you know how she is sometimes, lets it get to her and shows how she feels on the inside." I shrug and let them know to give them ease to not worry. Opening the dishwasher, placing our plates and cups in it. "Hey, can you grab the washing pack under the sink?" Jin grabs it and tosses it to me, starting the dishwasher so we have dishes for the morning breakfast I know we'll have tomorrow. Betting its French toast again, that will taste nothing like the place we love. We're getting there, okay? 

"Vivi, come say bye to your favorite tall person!" and with that I hear "Ahh! Don't leave yet!" She runs into her bedroom and I have absolutely no idea why. "You need dessert!" She comes out of the room shuffling, with a bag in her hand of those damn lollipops she loves so much and why the hell does she need a 5 pound bag them? 

And why is she bringing the whole damn bag? She could have just brought a handful but nope. Jin is laughing his ass off and Hobi is literally on the ground laughing at her trying to carry it all and not spill the bag has a rip down it. Shaking my head at her, walking to her and grabbing the bag from her. "Oh, thank you, Yoon." she says out of breath. She walks over and sits down next to Hobi on the ground still laughing "So this is where we sit now? Not too comfy, huh?" He has his fist to his mouth laughing, trying to contain it but can't, his loud laugh roaring through the apartment. 

Right at this moment, Alexa goes off and we hear Hans voice sending a message. "You two better not be messing up the house! Also I miss trio cuddles! But Gyu's dick is too-" and she stopped there because he was calling for her in the background. And you thought it was only Hobi and Vi on the ground, now Jin is on the ground next to them "See? I told you Hans keeps saying it!" 

"You're just jealous you're not getting any." Hobi says while snorting laughing. 

"Oh no, he got some last night! Should have seen the girl, pissed when I said he had to get here for morning breakfast with Vi" and I want to smash my head into the wall at this moment. She does not need to know about the one night stands. I mean, technically I just heard about her and a guy, but this is different. I never wanna hear about her fucking unless it's with me. If she does move forward with this Taeyong guy, or whatever his name is, I will be drawing that line. 

My mind wants me to unlock that door and live in my utopia forever, but this is reality and when I look at Vi she has her mouth gaped with a guilty look on her face. Like she did something wrong and I need to talk to her and get this worked out, cause why would she be feeling like she did something wrong? "Okay, okay, time to go! Thank you for coming and eating with us. Jin I'll see you in the morning unless you're at the restaurant" I grab both of their arms, pulling them up. Vi is still sitting on the floor just staring straight at me. "Come on Vivi, stand up." I hold my hands out for her to take and she shakes her head no at me. That will not fly with me, grabbing her hand by myself and pulling her up and she just goes along with the motions, looking like she isn't fully there. 

As soon as she sees Jin, she smiles and puts on an act for him and I know it. "You gotta have lollipops, they’re pineapple!" and she grabs a whole handful from the broken bag on the counter and shoves it in his hoodie pocket. He pulls her in for a hug "Thank you VI, and whatever the dumbass did, he didn't mean it, kay?" We all read her so well that he even knew a switch flipped in her head once he said what he did, but he did nothing wrong. I can't get mad at him for it. Hobi goes and joins their hugs "Bye-bye, ViVi" Since they aren't bringing the leftovers with them all they have is their keys and those damn lollipops. I might as well hold a grudge against them since an inanimate object is closer to her lips than I ever will be. 

They let go and she walks them to the door, grabbing their keys and coats from the entryway. "Oh, are y'all going on a ride?" 

"Well I hoped so, but maybe not. We'll see." she replies back to him and he just nods, walking out the door and waving bye. "Jin! How did you get my house key?" 

He places a finger over his lips and whispers to her "Well, when that one," points his finger at me, "was sleeping, I took his keys and made a copy just in case." He places his hand on top of her head and ruffles her hair and she laughs at him. "Bye Jinnie and Hoba!" Coming behind her and placing my hand on her back "Bye, guys. Be safe."

She backs up into me so she can shut the door, locking it. Once she does she crosses her arms over her chest and lifts her head up and walks right past me. Oh, I fucked up. My phone vibrates and I look who it is, of course it is. 

Jin: Good luck with the gremlin! I'll plan you an amazing funeral. I didn't mean to mention it! 

I don't reply, but shove my phone back in my pocket, chasing the angry little gremlin into her room. I find her already on her bed, looking at her phone. "What'd I do?" I feel like I'm bowing down to a toddler throwing a tantrum, but I know if it was the other way around I would be way more than a toddler. I'd be on a warpath. 

I sit down in front of her and grab her phone and throw it behind me on the bed "Hey!" 

"No Vi, we are going to talk about this. Why are you upset?" 

She is picking at her fingernails and I grab them so she can't do it. "Well, you said things would change if I'm with someone, but you are clearly with someone, so why would we nap together today? I don't wanna push those limits." She thinks I'm with someone and thinks she is the one doing something wrong by being close to me. 

I laugh about it, I can't not laugh. "What? Why are you laughing at me?" She is pouting looking at me. 

"Vi, I went out and got drunk and had a one night stand. She was nothing special. I pinky promise. I'm with no one." 

I hold my pinky out for her and she squints her eyes, contemplating if she should do it. Mumbles "I believe you. You better not make me a home wrecker in someone's eyes."

She locked her pinky with mine and kissed her thumb. I do the same. 

"Pinky" 

"Swear" 

Pressing our thumbs together and sealing them together, she lightly smiles. There, that’s better. I can't take her one, being mad at me and two, upset in any way if I caused it. I wonder what she thinks of the one night stand. She didn't go further with questions about it, just wanted to make sure I wasn't with someone. I lift my hand to her cheek and of course she leans into it. Time to mess with her a little bit. "What, is my princess jealous?" She smacks my hand down, those heavy lidded eyes glaring at me. "No of course not, a peasant can fuck who he wants, but if she wasn't memorable seems like you need a better fuck." 

"And how would you know, princess, when you're still a virgin?" I glare at her back. We taunt each other with the phrases like a cat and mouse to see who will cave in first. "Who says I haven't done other things, Sir?" She fucking smirks at me and those eyes turned more suggestive. Lustful. Sinful. 

I have never seen her eyes like this and I want to lock her away in my utopia and never let her out. The way she is looking at me with no shame makes me want to make her feel that for it not being with me. Those gray eyes are not the soft, misty, doe eyes I'm used to looking back at me. Also she used the word ‘Sir’? Excuse me, she has never used it unless we were talking to elders, it makes me swallow hard. That word coming out of her mouth feels so wrong, but so right. 

"Princess, stop. You're pushing boundaries." she blinks at me slowly and her right side of her lip positions up and she looks so fucking mischievous, if I had it my way she'd be bent over my knee teaching her a lesson. Maybe one day. I run my tongue in my inner cheek and feel my tongue pricing grazing my cheek, trying to rein in my inner thoughts. "Oh, am I? But haven't we already pushed them before?" Fuck. The time we might have gotten a little too close for comfort and she felt my fucking hard on when we woke up from a nap. Me being half awake, coming out of a not so PG rated dream. I stuck my hand behind her legs and pulled her back into me and said "And where do you think you're going." And she fucking played into it and came back with "Yoon, more please" and that’s when I snapped out of it and my eyes went so wide you couldn't even see my eye lids. 

After that time I still don't know if she was fucking with me or what because when I tried to wake her up she didn't budge, she was still dead limp in my arms. I'll never know, because the true answer lies within her mind. I have tried to get it out of her, but she tells me she was asleep. Deep down I think she was not asleep but knowing. Yeah, that's what I like to think. I also have apologized for it over and over. Thankfully I have not done anything like it since the first time. Have I had to scoot away when we're waking up? Yes, but nothing like that. 

I tap under her chin and make her fully pay attention to me. I know she isn't this confident, she is distancing herself from it so she can say these things. "No more, Vi. It's time for Vi and Yoon time, but if you wanna continue Yoon will leave. You want that?" she shakes her head "No don't want that." 

"Good. Then you understand me, huh?" she nods yes to me and her bottom lip pokes out a little bit. That's the Vi I know. "Now go get the polish and snacks" 

She hops off the bed running to the bathroom, grabs the purple bag with all her nail stuff in it, throws it on the bed. Yes, I paint her nails for her but it is my pleasure to do it, stops her from biting them and I might let her paint mine every now and then. I definitely hear about it from the guys at the shop. I don't care though. I'm different and that's okay, who wants to be ordinary? I sure don't. "Imma get snacks!'' She really is something else. Opening my phone, going to the moon icon on the first page and turning on the starlight again since it turned off from the timer. 

She comes barreling into the room with those damn lollipops, chips, oranges, and two juice boxes. And right as she gets in front of the bed, the bag finally rips all the way open and she screams "Noooo! My snacks" dropping to her knees, definitely on top of some of the food on the floor. We are both laughing our asses off at what just happened. Getting off the bed, I get down and help get everything on the bed besides the lollipops. While I'm doing that she opens a lollipop and plops it in her mouth and makes a small 'mhm'. 

"Wanna help?" 

"No, I'm good" She is sitting on her knees smiling with the damn lollipop in her mouth. Might as well know what she is tasting, unwrapping and plopping one in my mouth. 

Sweet. Sweet. Pineapple. 

I start to pile them up on top of the broken bag to use as a way to transport them to her vanity. Her, on the other hand, is picking one up at time and placing it down on top of the huge pile I have already made. "Good right?" 

"Yeah" If I go farther I'll want to ask if she is as sweet as the lollipop in my mouth. If the taste matches her own juice. If she has ever tasted herself. No, stop Yoongi. Snapping myself from those thoughts before I need to leave while she is sleeping and call one of my regulars and swing by their place for a quickie. 

Once we get them all picked up, we stand up and I grab both ends of the bag and carefully pick them up, trying to not spill them all over the floor again. Setting them on her vanity. "They're all picked up. Now get on the bed and get ready for nail time" She smiles and gets on the bed and pulls the covers back waiting for me to get into place. I pull out my phone and go to amazon and place an order for a candy jar to be overnighted. "Watch out for a package tomorrow, kay?" She nods and knows I often have stuff shipped here. I work tomorrow, but she is on break before her classes start.

She is sitting criss crossed on the bed in her spot, unzipping the bag and picking out her color for this week. She already took off the red color she had on last week. "Mhm, black." she raises it up and shows me the color for this week. "Only black?" I raise my eyebrows at her as I sit down in front of her. "And one diamond on the ring finger" Okay, okay, I get it. I'm a guy that knows how to do nails and designs. Sue me. 

"Okay, pick out the stone you want this time, kay?" I might have asked Ma to help me get used to doing nails, but now she gets hers done every other week by me so I don't see her complaining.  

She pulls the, funny enough, pill case we painted purple and black and wrote on the top 'Yoon and Vi Jewels.' She said my name had to be first because I'm the one doing her nails, so technically it's my case first. 

"This one" She opens the one compartment and it has shiny lilac stones in it. I nod, opening the black polish and she sets the case to the side once she is done. Holding out her hand to take the polish bottle, we have a system, I take her right and in my left hand, holding on to her pinky with my hand. I start by going over her tiny pinky with a coat of the black paint and work my way through her other fingers. Once I’m done with the first coat, I make my way backwards and do one more coat. "Yoon, can I paint yours?" 

I hum in response to not mess up on their pointer finger. I'm working on keeping all my focus on it. Once I'm done with her first hand, I grab the bottle and move it to the nightstand and I'll have to reach over every time I need to dip into it. Placing her other hand on my leg for drying. As I work my way to her other hand, reaching over to get another dip of paint, I see her in my peripheral vision and she leans in and kisses my cheek. "Thank you, Yoonie" 

"Y-yeah no problem." and I fucking stutter. She doesn't chastise me about it though, thank god. Once I finish this hand, I lean and grab the bottle and close it. Both of her hands are on my thighs drying. She could have moved the first off, but didn't.

Grabbing the stone box, glue, and tool to apply it with "Gimmie first hand Vi." She holds it out, dipping  into the glue and placing a small dot at the base of her finger so I can apply the stone. Once I apply the stone, I look up at her. Those eyes speak a million words and they are glittering with such warmth, like sparks from a flame. "It's perfect, Yoon!" She says this every time, even when I was still learning and it would be a mess and crooked. 

We finish her other hand, putting up the stones in the bigger bag and looking at her. She is staring at her hands with the biggest smile on her face. I'm glad I can make her smile over doing her nails. What's twenty to thirty minutes of my time? To see this smile, absolutely nothing.  "You gonna pick my color and be nice or are you gonna be evil Vi tonight and make stuck with fucking bright ass yellow." She taps on her chin like she is thinking. "Nice Vi. Matching black! But with a purple ring finger since no stone." 

I look in the bag for the purple polish she has and pull out the darkest one she has "Dark purple do?" She nods head yes. Thank god, I don't know how much shit I could take from the guys at the shop with a bright lilac if she chose it. "Get into positions!" She points her finger up and reaches for her juice box, opening it, taking a sip "Juice me." She laughs and takes it out of her mouth and pushes her box toward my mouth, taking a sip of her juice.  I love our little dynamic when it's just the two of us. It's different in a good way. 

I scoot towards the end of the bed and open my legs. This is how she does it every time, in her 'pocket'. She gets out of her spot and flips herself around and sits right in between my legs and grabs a pillow to prop my hands on for drying on our legs. She snuggles in and shoves the black paint into my hand and untwists the lid. When she does, I rest my chin on her shoulder to look over and watch her as she paints them, her tongue sticks out just a little bit focusing on doing it perfectly. I so want to just poke her tongue and tell her to put it back in her mouth. "You know you don't have to do mine. I can do my own." 

"No I gotta! This is a two way street, Yoon.” She is finishing the second coat on all the fingers she is doing black on, closing the cap and grabbing the purple, shoving it into my hand again.  Vi is the only girl I let this close to me, even the one night stands are not this close to me ever. If we accidentally fall asleep in my bed or theirs, they are always far away from me. I never let them near me sleeping. That is reserved for Vi, that's her pocket no one else's. It all feels strangely intimate, but ultimately, it feels so right every time. My heart melts before it can even race and I just take in the moment, how close we are. If anyone walked in on us they would definitely think we were together but I'm just the best friend's brother. 

I lose myself in my thoughts and my body is on autopilot as she does my nails. Her scent is blurring my vision. My mind. It cascades a blanket over all the looming bad thoughts that are waiting to burst the bubble I'm in. My own utopia.  

"Hey, Yoon, you there? I finished" 

"Oh, yeah. Sorry, I'm so tired Vi. I zoned out." 

"It's okay, Yoon. How do they look?" I look down and my hands are on the pillow. Dark paint on all my fingers besides that one purple finger on each hand that will remind me of her every time I look at my hand. She has forever invaded my utopia. She just added all her clothes to the dresser in the corner. Added all her perfume on top of it. It's hers now. 

"They look perfect, princess, thank you so much." She smiles looking at me. Our faces are so close that I can feel her breath on my face. "Yoon?"

"Mhm?"

"Will we have to stop this if I date someone?" 

I nod my head "At least not this close Vi." She nods her head and takes in the information I give her. "But we'll still have Yoon and Vi nights?" I take my hand off the pillow and rub her thigh. 

"Of course, princess. How can a peasant not have his princess?" 

"You're right, what would he do without me?" She smiles, grabbing the pillow and moving it off our legs. She doesn't rush out of my legs. Hell, even staying on purpose.  "Why don't you go make the popcorn and I'll get the room set up for Kyo and Torhu time."

She nods and slowly gets out of the pocket "Don't forget to put up the nail stuff, Vi." always needing to remind her. She grabs it and runs to the bathroom, throwing it in the drawer and running to the kitchen shuffling her feet across the floor. I swear she never actually takes her feet off the ground in this apartment since it has wood floors and she shuffles across it in her socks. 

The starlight is on, curtains are closed, pillows all stacked up, projector is turned on, and the little cat plushie I got her is on her bed. Also the bane of my existence, my enemy, the body pillow that lays between us when we sleep. Glaring at the pillow. 

We are ready to finish this night, walking into the main living area, checking the door, making sure it's locked before we reside in our own little safe haven we have built together. 

The popcorn is popping and slowly stopping popping, she is hitting cancel on the microwave when I look over at her on her tiptoes, reaching up to open it. Walking behind her, I reach over her, opening it and taking it out. "Should've called for me." I turn around and open the bag and pour it into the bowl she has set out. "I get stuff out of there everyday. I didn't need help.” She is so stubborn sometimes.

Grabbing the bowl and shoving the extra juice boxes in my pockets "Let’s go, princess. Time for your tv time." She sprints ahead of me, shuffling across the floor "Wait up for me." laughing at her and she turns her head back "Nope, a peasant comes in last to the safe place."

She hops onto the bed, grabbing the blankets with her and hiding under them “Oh no, where did she go? I need to call the guards." She pokes her head out, laughing "She is here, guess you need some glasses." Meanwhile I have contacts in, but it's her that is clouding my vision.  

"Guess I do. Grab the pop." She fully emerges from the covers and grabs the bowl. I shut and lock the bedroom door. What? It's for safety. 

I walk to my side of the bed and get under the covers and scoot the barrier over a little bit. Pulling out the juice boxes and putting them between us, taking my phone and sending Hans a quick text. 

Me: You all good sis? We are about to watch fruits basket and have a snack. 

This girl is always on her phone, I swear she could be in the middle of- nope. I'm not saying it, and she would answer. 

Hans: Oh I'm DEFINITELY good. Have fun I hope y'all have good tv time. Also don't get too close to her. she's MINE. 

Hans: OH! Tell ViVi I won't be home ya know? Round two and three. I'll be home around 2pm probably. 

Me: You gotta STOP talking about your sex life with your brother. But I'll tell her. Love you Hans be safe I don't want any nieces or nephews YET. 

She just likes the message. "Hans isn't coming home, told me to tell you she'll be home around two. Looks like it's truly a Yoon and Vi night, don't gotta sneak from the living room into here and back out there before she wakes." 

Vi is munching on the popcorn and I steal some from her, turning the tv to Crunchyroll to watch her show and as I hit play on the next episode she whispers a small "Yes", shuffling her feet into her sheets.  They really are soft, pale purple pair of silk sheets. I want to mix and match my black ones with her purple ones. Hell, move them into my utopia, make my whole world purple. 

"Ready Vi?" She nods rapidly with her mouth full of popcorn. The intro starts and she starts wiggling down to cocoon herself into the pillows with the popcorn on her stomach. When I lean back, she scoots her head over breaking the barrier and lays on my shoulder "Okay?" 

"Of course it's okay, Vi" I tap on her head, smoothing out her hair.  We watch about three episodes before she is dozing off and her head starts to fall forward. I swear she was yelling at Kyo, even while falling asleep, about telling his feelings. If only she knew the feelings I've been holding inside for years. Would she yell at me too? 

I grab the bowl and move it to the other side of the bed on the ground while trying not to move her too much. "Yoon, more." 

"No, you're falling asleep. It's time for eepys." She blinks and scoots farther into the bed "Mhm comfy." 

"Yeah, I know you're comfy. I guess we're skipping teeth brushing?" 

"Noooo, do it for me" And of course I'll cave for her every time. I move her head over slightly and she just falls into the pillow. I get out of bed and walk into her bathroom and brush my teeth, looking into the mirror. Something is refreshing about the domestic aspect of this all, makes my heart melt. Grabbing her tooth brush and a cup from the counter, putting a little toothpaste on it. Walking over to her drowning into the bed "Princess, sit up." She slowly sits up, squinting her eyes to see where I am. Sitting on the edge of her bed and pulling her chin towards me and I start brushing her teeth for her. "There, can't have nasty teeths, huh?" And she just makes a small noise, 'uh huh' As I brush her teeth, I see her sleepy droopy eyes ready to fall into her dream land, slightly smiling at the girl in front me. I know I go too far taking care of her, but I can't stop. I won't stop. 

"Okay, time to spit" I hold the cup for her and she spits into the cup and grabs the water next to her bed and takes a small sip to rinse her mouth out. "All dones, Vi. Good job." and she just falls back down into her bed. I rinse out the cup and set it on the counter. I'll take it to the kitchen in the morning for a cleaning, too late to do it. I just wanna get back into bed with her.  

I turn on the ceiling fan because she can't sleep without it. She'll wake up in the middle of the night saying "It's too hot." and last time she ended up only in a sports bra and the smallest of shorts. Let's not repeat that.  At least not tonight.  

When I get into bed, she is already cuddled up into her side of the bed and I hear some small snores. "Vi, do you want your hair pulled up?" And she just makes a small sound that sounds like a yes? She leans up not sitting up fully, taking the hair tie off my wrist and pulling her hair up into a messy bun for her. I place a kiss on her forehead "There you go, sleepies time." 

She lays into her pillow, cheeks squished, lips pouted out. She looks unreal to me. I don't want no model as my person, I just want her. My perfectly, imperfect Vi. I lay down next to her and stare up at the ceiling, the glowing stars, and I hear the smallest of voices “finger” Oh, how could I let her cloud my mind so much that I forget to place my hand so she can hold onto my finger when she sleeps. Rolling over and placing my hand next to her and her small hand wraps around my pointer finger and she just lets out a small, “hm Yoonie, thank you.” 

“Of course, Vi. I’m always here. Thank you for today. I needed it more than you know”  She is lightly breathing and I hear them becoming few in between. She is about to be fully out like a light for the rest of the night and I’m glad I’m the one next to her.  “Night night, Vi. I’ll see you in the morning” 

“Night night, Yoon. We have French toast tomorrows, maybes we get it right this time.” She slurs on her word as she gets them out, I can’t help but smile at her. 

“That sounds amazing, Vi.” She gives my finger a squeeze and we both drift off into the night, connected only at our fingers, breathing in and out in sync as we both sink into our own utopias. I know where I’ll end up, in my silk sheets with her. Maybe she is in her own silk sheets with me. I just hope she’ll be there when I’m ready and no one has swooped in and saved my princess before I could.

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Broken

Author: xxwritemeastoryxx

Pairings: Elijah Mikaelson x Fem!Readers

Word Count: 1684

Warnings: Mentions and description of torture, blood and gore, canon typical violence, betrayal and angst.

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Her body ached from the torment she had been forced to endure. Torture at the hands of a skilled vampire wasn't pleasant. Her captor knew all the right places to slice, stab and even slice to give her the most pain without killing her. Enough to bleed out, heal and repeat the process.

To a human who had been heavily on vervain, the process had been excruciating. Each slice into her skin had her crying out in pain. Every stab of the blade had her wishing for death to come quickly. But every time she felt her heart weaken and ready to give up she was given blood to heal her all over again.

It started as a way to compel her. To get Y/N to give up all the details she had known. Her past, her involvement with the witches and even with the Salvatores. But that had been days ago. The vervain was long gone out of her system and with every truth she had out in the open, she was considered useless in the grand scheme of things.

Yet, her hands were still shackled above her head. Bruises covered her wrists while the opened wounds from the shackles attempted to heal. The joints in her shoulders ached as they held her weakening body. Her feet barely touched the ground making it all that more difficult to relax in anyway. With every passing second she hoped that the longer they left her, the longer the blood would leave her system and she would die without the fear of coming back as a vampire.

That hope seemed to vanish the moment she heard the heavy door of the basement open. The echoing of the footsteps behind her were different than her torturer. She could pick up the slight differences in their steps even in her weakened state.

She should have braced herself in some way, but given her current circumstances, she no longer cared. If this was someone new to beat her and torment her a little more, she no longer cared. If it meant she could die by the end of it, she'd take the pain just to find the peace she so desperately wanted.

"Y/N." Elijah's voice was soft. For a brief moment within him there was disbelief that she was in this state. To see her hanging from the ceiling as she was.

There should have been relief at seeing Elijah walk into her view. There should have been some sense of freedom at seeing the man that befriended her and cared for her when she needed it. That the man she had slowly been falling for had come to her rescue. Instead she mustered up the strength to spit in his face the moment he was close enough.

“I deserve that.” Elijah said as he pulled his handkerchief out of his pocket to wipe the blood laced spit from his face. “But I had come to free you from this.”

“Why do you care?” Her voice was hoarse from her time screaming in pain.

She watched as the emotions played through his eyes, never through his facial expressions. For a brief moment she saw the way her words had caught him off guard along with the slight hurt that came with it. That was before his eyes went back to almost showing no emotion.

“I didn’t know he would hurt you this way.” His words were honest. He reached up to her, in an attempt to remove the shackles, but she flinched away from him, causing him to stop.

“What did you think he was down here doing?” She asked as tears filled her eyes. “That Klaus was just talking with me while we lounged down here waiting for the vervain to leave my system?” She shook her head slightly. “Or how about after it should have been out? You didn’t think it was odd that I was still down here? You didn’t even bother to come and check in on me. Did you even know I was down here until now?”

Elijah looked down at the ground and that told Y/N everything she needed to know. She bit the inside of her lips in attempt to stop them from trembling but it did little to prevent it. The moment he looked back up at her it only confirmed it even more.

"You knew?" Her voice broke before a sob passed her lips. "I begged for help. I screamed for it to stop. I called out to every person I believed would help me and no one did. I even begged to be killed to stop the pain." Tears began streaming down her face. "You knew and you did nothing to help? You used me. I fell for you like an idiot and you used me. I should have just stayed away like Damon had-"

"Who do you think gave Klaus the knowledge of what you knew?" Elijah asked, causing her to stop. But even his words were like the dagger Klaus had used on her several hours before. "You were used as a bargaining tool. The Salvatores aren't who you think they are."

Elijah watched as realization fully hit Y/N. He watched as what remained of the fire within her snuff out. With his words she was truly broken. It was as her head hung, he moved to release her from the shackles. The moment she was free, Y/N almost collapsed to the floor.

Elijah had caught her before she hit the ground. Yes, he may have known that his brother had been tormenting her in some way. But that didn’t stop the guilt from forming within him. It didn’t stop the need from wanting to help her from this point with the promises of never allowing this to happen to her again. He wanted better for her.

The moment Y/N realized she was in Elijah’s arms she pushed him away from her. Even as she did, her jello-like legs couldn’t hold her up and she met the ground rather quickly.

"Please let me help you out of here." He said softly.

She shook her head as she attempted to scoot herself back from him. "No. You've done enough."

Y/N couldn't even bring herself to look at him anymore. She may have felt numb to the physical pain, but the emotional pain was reaching a limit that she wasn't sure she'd survive.

She could handle the fact she just survived being tortured. Her wounds would heal and she'd come out stronger. The one thing she couldn't handle was the fact everyone used her. The people that she cared about used her as a pawn for whatever game was at stake and she was left literally broken and bruised.

“I just need a minute and then I’ll see myself out.” She was now determined to leave on her own. She didn’t care if it took her several hours just to gain the strength she needed, she’d get out of there on her own.

“Y/N/N-”

“No!” Her yell was quickly followed by a sob as she finally looked up at him. “I don’t want or need your help. If you cared at all you would have stopped him. You would have helped me when I begged for your help.” She tried to swallow down the next sob that wanted to form. “Instead you stood by and allowed it. You don’t care about me. So don’t act like you do now. Just leave me alone.”

Elijah watched her for several moments. She had been right. If he truly cared about her, he would have been by her side from the moment she had walked into the basement. But he hadn’t. In the fleeting moment of his existence, the feelings he had expressed were nothing in comparison to what he had felt before.

He simply nodded his head without another word and stood up. With one last glance at her, he began to turn and walk away from her, leaving her there as she asked. Y/N’s eyes shut tightly as she heard him walk towards the door. And when it closed behind him, she slowly opened her eyes.

When she opened them, her eyes were trained on Elijah’s as he sat in front of her in the living room of the Mikaelson Mansion. The compulsion taking a hold of her even more after Elijah placed the false memory into her head.

Klaus and even the Salvatore Brothers stood in the room watching Elijah compel her. This had been agreed by the four of them that this was best for Y/N. And while Y/N had protested several times while waiting for the vervain to leave her system, she was out numbered and compelled.

A tear fell down her cheek and Elijah brought his hand up to wipe it away as a sigh left his lips. “Upon your exit of the basement you found a vial of blood waiting for you and your wounds healed. Know that your secret will be safe and no one will come for you. You’ll go home, pack your things, and leave Mystic Falls behind.”

The fear of what this would do to her weighed on Elijah’s chest. But he knew with the secrets she knew and kept were a risk and no one outside the room needed to ever find out about the secret weapons that would now be locked deep within her mind.

Another sigh passed his lips before he added one final touch. “While you’ll never forgive me, know deep down that I am truly sorry for hurting you this way.”

The moment the compulsion ended and Elijah stood to give her the space she would need, a gasp left Y/N’s lips. He watched as her eyes widened as she took in her surroundings. Her eyes danced from one person to the next before they landed on Elijah. He watched as hurt and betrayal formed with in her eyes before standing and quickly making her way towards the exit with tears running down her face.

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This is it - Julian Brandt

Pairing: Julian Brandt x female Schlotterbeck reader, Nico Schlotterbeck x sister reader, Karim Adeyemi x ex-girlfriend reader

Warnings: fluff, nervousness, some awkwardness, bit of jealous Julian, hurting a little bit, Jule's yellow card

Word count: 1737

Note: As always, English is not my first language. This is the third part of my Julian series. Is this it? and This might be it are the first two parts. I don't know any of the players personally. This is completely fictional. Please do not copy or publish my work, reblogging is fine. (I also just have to mention how good Julian looks in this gif!!!)

The game against Leipzig is supposed to be an intense one and she just can’t sit still. It didn’t help that she is being watched by both of Julian’s brothers and Karim’s family. She doesn’t know what they are thinking, but she can only hope there won’t be a confrontation. Before the game she managed to share a look with Julian, she didn’t dare do more than smile at him. Both the eyes on her back and the way that Karim was beside Julian, made her a little nervous. She’s not sure Karim saw her and she shouldn’t care because she doesn’t love him anymore. And still it makes her nervous.

She jumps a little when just before kick off, someone sits beside her. When she looks to her right, she locks eyes with Karim. Since she didn’t really keep up with everything anymore, she missed that he was injured. She only noticed when he walked onto the field with Julian in his normal clothes. She looks away from him and shifts a little uneasily. He doesn’t say anything at first and honestly, she has no clue what to say to him either. She hasn’t seen him in months and the last time they talked, she broke up with him for cheating on her. 

He doesn't say anything at first, he just looks her over. She knows he's trying to discover how she's feeling based on her body language. She's pretty sure he sees that she's nervous. But she doesn't respond to it and focuses on the game. Julian is running around the pitch with quite a bit of speed. Getting passes in through any opening he sees. It makes her proud that he's doing so well. But then someone else sits on her other side. Or should she say two people take to her left side. Julian's younger brothers have taken a seat on her left side. She's not sure why, she's never spoken to them before. But somehow she thinks that they're now sitting next to her for back up, just in case. So she smiles at both of the boys, who smile back at her warmly. 

"So you've decided to get into football again?" It's more of a rhetorical question but she answers it anyway.

"I've always been into football. I've seen all of Nico's games." 

"You know that's not what I mean. So, you and Brandt huh. How did that happen?" 

"Not that it should matter to you, but I bumped into him a few weeks ago. We've been close ever since. I hadn't seen him in months since I cut everyone off after breaking up with you for cheating on me."

She knew she was being very straightforward and maybe even a little harsh. Karim flinched a little when she mentioned the break up. He purses his lips a little as he looks back at the field. And just then Julian scores a goal and it's a beautiful one at that. She immediately jumps up to cheer, his younger brothers cheering with her and even giving her a hug. But during the hug there is the announcement that the goal has been ruled out by VAR. But before she pulls away, Jannis whispers something in her ear.

"If you need us to help or intervene, just squeeze my arm a little and we'll help."

She softly thanks him and then pulls back to sit back down. Karim is watching her again, but he doesn't really say anything else. During the rest of the first half, Karim is silent and she doesn't make an effort to talk to him. She does talk to Jannis and Jascha though. During the first half Marco Reus is given a penalty, which he scores and soon after Emre Can makes a beautiful goal! When it's halftime, she sees Julian look up at her in the stands and he smiles. She smiles back but when he looks to the side, his smile leaves. She knows he sees Karim and she wishes she could just reassure him.

She gets up to use the restroom. Once there she also takes the time to take a deep breath. As she walks out, she finds Karim leaning against the wall opposite the restroom. She wants to walk away when he softly grabs her by the elbow. She halts in her steps, but doesn't do much else. She knows he wants her to turn around, but she doesn't until he asks her to. As she turns to him, she sees the almost sad look in his eyes.

"Does he make you happy?" She's a little confused as to why he's asking, but she confirms that Julian makes her happy. 

He heaves a big sigh. "Then I won't intervene. I wanted to tell you for so long that I still love you, but I understand that I hurt you way too much and that Julian makes you happy. Would it be okay for us to be friends? Maybe not immediately but over time?"

She doesn't know why but she's a little surprised. She didn't think Karim loved her anymore, not after the cheating. But she sees how sorry he is and the pain in his eyes. So she agrees, she tells him that they won't go to immediate friends and that she's willing to give him time to get over her. They walk back to their seats, talking about the last few months. Jannis and Jascha give her a questioning look and she lets them know everything is okay. As the second half starts, they see a bit of change in Julian. He plays a bit more fiercely than the first half and that's proven when he gets a yellow card. Which is quite surprising because he usually doesn't get a card often. She's a little worried it has to do with her and Karim. She can confirm it when he looks their way right after the card.

Julian sees her worried looks, but doesn't take it as concern. He sees it as disappointment and drops his head down. He can't believe he let the emotions get to him, when he knows she'd never take Karim back. He tries to play like he did in the first half, tries to score again, but it isn't working in his favour. In the 74th minute they concede a goal and Julian is cursing the way he plays. And about 10 minutes later he is subbed off. He doesn't even dare look up at the stands. 

She keeps glancing at the bench and the field. Nico is still on the field defending and he's definitely saved the team with his shoulder. But she worries about Julian. Karim had gone to stand a bit closer to the field and that way she could finally introduce herself formally to Jannis and Jascha. But Karim isn’t that far away so she definitely hears Karim's scream of 'FÜNF' when he hears the amount of added time. It makes her laugh for sure, but doesn't completely take away her worries. 

"Will he be okay?" She asks Jannis the question that's been plaguing her mind.

"He'll be fine. I'm sure he's worried about you, like you are about him.”

Jannis’ words comforted her a little. When the final whistle sounded, she saw Julian get back on the field to thank the fans for the support. In the meantime she decided to head to the tunnel to meet him there once he gets off the field. After a few minutes a few players come down the tunnel. Nico is one of them and she immediately congratulates him. He gives her a hug and a kiss on the forehead before heading to the changing room. It took Julian a little longer to walk down the tunnel. It takes him a minute to spot her and when he does, he grimaces. She doesn’t know why that is, but she approaches him anyway. She goes to wrap her arms around his neck, but he dodges her hug. She immediately intertwines her fingers and pulls her arms closer to her. She knows she can’t hide the hurt look on her face and when he looks at her face he notices. His face drops when he sees it and he immediately goes to wrap his arms around her waist, but this time she steps back.

“I’m sorry. I’m ashamed. My goal didn’t count and then I saw you with Karim and jealousy completely took over and then I got that yellow in the second half and continued to play bad whilst you were here for me. And now I’m already hurting you and you haven’t even been my girlfriend for 24 hours.”

Julian goes to continue his rambling when she goes to wrap her arms around his neck again. He immediately stops talking and wraps his arms around her waist, pulling her as close to him as he can. She kisses his cheek and runs her hand through the strands of his hair. They’re a little damp with sweat still, but she doesn’t care at all. All she wants to do is comfort him and show him that it’s alright. She clings to him just as much as he does to her.

“It’s okay. Everything between Karim and I is settled and there is absolutely nothing you have to worry about. You were brilliant today, it doesn’t matter if your goal counted or if you got a yellow card and didn’t play as well anymore. I’m yours and hopefully I’ll be yours for a long long time.” 

Julian pulls back a little, but he still has a tight hold on her waist. His eyes rake over her face and he sees no lies in them, just admiration. He puts his forehead on hers and she puts one of her hands on his jaw, the other still around his shoulders. She leans up slowly and presses a soft kiss to his lips. It’s their first kiss and honestly, it’s everything they both hoped for. They don’t notice anything but each other. They only pull away once they hear a lot of whistling. When Julian looks over her shoulder and she looks back, they find Nico, Jannis and Jascha laughing at them whilst whistling. Even Karim joins in. She turns back to Julian and presses another kiss on his lips. This is it, everything they both hoped for and probably more.

[deusvervewrites]

Inhumans x Class 1: Hm. Honestly, at this point, UA is basically the 'nonhuman hero school', considering this combo makes the literal entire hero track non-humans.

Also, some species ideas for 1-B students in this combo:

Greek Automaton Tetsutetsu (which would mean he's actually always made of metal.)

Wizard Shishida (based off of a previous ask in the Inhumans tag; everyone thought he was a Sasquatch or a werewolf or something, which confounds him greatly after the reveal; he's just that hairy.)

Alien Setsuna (specifically, she's sort of a Dead Space Necromorph style being, because there's this one boss in the games who looks like a normal guy, but turns out to be a bunch of Necromorphs working together to look like one.)

Despite this not being an Others combo, Other Fukidashi (solely because i believe it would be funny)

Yeah it is a bit weird that there aren't any nonmagical human Heroes.

I mean, I did establish that any living thing native to Earth could have a Quirk, so Shishida being a wizard in addition to his Quirk is not that odd.

Someone did actually ask me about this awhile back but I did not have the energy for another round of 20 inhumans. You knocking a few off the list does help though, so let's see...

Awase: Alchemist

Kaibara: Vampire

Kamakiri: Praying Mantis with a Quirk.

Kuroiro: Living shadow

Kendo: Succubus

Kodai: A living doll. She's used her Quirk/magic on herself to be human sized

Komori: Some kind of Fae

Shiozaki: Dryad

Shishida: Wizard

Shoda: Merman with a Quirk

Tsunotori: Some kind of Satyr

Tsuburaba: A Wind Spirit

Tetsutetsu: Automaton

Tokage: Alien, though I'm not all that fond of zombie stuff, so we'll have her be a more traditional alien. More specifically she's actually a reptilian species with her body control being a thing her species can do. She's using alien tech to hide the fact that she doesn't look human, but calls her 'Quirk' Lizard Tail Splitter as a joke.

Fukidashi: An Other

Honenuki: Necromancer. His Softening is a creative use of a technique meant to get bodies out of the ground

Bondo: Homunculus

Monoma: Mimic. We joked about it too much. This would also give him a way to 'copy' 'Quirks' before the reveal happens.

Yanagi: On one hand, her being a poltergeist is a low-haging fruit. On the other, I kind of dig it.

Rin: Half-Dragon.

[danielhicks0808]

WARNING!!! 18+ writing--Including : sex, licking, tough sex(?), and loads of others.

Scene : S.W.A.T. 6 x 6 end. @ Hicks' office

God damn! What is going on with me?! Robert plumped into his office chair, rubbing his thumb against his jaw. He'd been thinking about Luca ALL DAY--The cool rhythm and accent he uses when talking, how he just simply stuffs his hands in the pocket and leans a bit forward, his sparkling eyes. Damn! Luca's eyes...... His jaw stung.

The phone rang. He eyed the screen--The match-maker.

"Hi, Doc." Robert grumbled.

"Hello, COMMANDER. Ready for your date? Don't worry. She's going to LOVE you."

"I'm not worried." said Robert in his usual tough voice. Then hung up. He didn't mean to be rude, but he was tired, and this whole dating thing was sucker than ever. It was supposed to be a distraction! Robert thought, feeling sorry for the girl tonight. It's going to be another time to waste.

He tugged on his tie, trying to bring it to the right place, but the whole thing loosened and fell instead. Robert sighed and stood up. He looked into the damned mirror. The dull uniform, himself clutching that stupid tie, and his forever tight pants. Definitely not a "Luca" person.

Suddenly, footsteps came from outside the door. They were coming closer. Robert quickly pretend rummaging his tie enthusiastically. He didn't want anyone notice his uneasiness.

"Commander, can I come in?" Shit! It was Luca--His beloved Dominique Luca.

Robert's hands got stiff. He looked up and said, as casually as possible, "Yeah, come in."

"Look, you can come clean, Commander. You shouldn't be going through this without some support."

What the FUCK is he talking about??!! Robert's mind went completely blank. He stared at Luca, just managing to spill out, "Going through what?"

"Look, Tan and I heard you talking with your doctor this morning......"

WHAT? They actually thought......? Hell man! He quickly explained to Luca about the MATCH-MAKER, still trying to ignore that the fact, his love was right in front of him.

The next thing Robert knew, Luca was flinging his arms on him, and hugging him tighter around the neck. His face buried in Robert's shirt.

Robert's heart nearly stopped. His breath was filled with Luca's good smell--It sounded gross, but oh! OH! Almost at the same moment, he felt it--A HARD-ON?! He immediately wanted to pull away from Luca's grasp. His eyes darting toward the restroom.

But Luca wouldn't let go.

"What the hell...... Luca?" Robert spluttered.

"I feel it." Luca gasped, his fingers moving hard and steady along the curve of Robert's body--Right to his hip. "You. Reacted. To. Me."

"I...I......" Robert felt all the blood flush on his cheeks. He tried to keep calm, "I'm your commander. Office...no...here......" He panted for air.

However, Luca already started to undo his belt. Robert's pants tightened as if about to burst while stripped off. That made him flush even more. His brief outlined the massive cock. It was still leaking, clearly since the brief was white. Robert wanted to hide the wet spot, but it was spreading--FAST, and his legs were trembling. He hardly walked but stumbled backward, resting his butt on the desk. His pants remain scrolled at his knees.

Luca approached, gently. He unbuttoned Robert's shirt. Only one before sliding his arms on his shoulders. Leaning forward, he whispered at Robert's left ear, "Permission to cum, SIR."

That. Does. It.

Robert let out a quick breathe. He was completely solid. As Luca pricked his fingers into the last bit of shield, Robert pulled him closer and pressed his lips on Luca's. After thirty seconds or so, Robert said, teeth clenched, his eyes blaring on Luca's hoodie, and with deep huffs he did his best to cover, "Rip it off, NOW!"

He did, with a "Copy that.", and torn Robert's underwear and shirt as revenge. With the soaked piece of cloth dumped on the floor, Robert was at the very edge of the table, Luca riding astride. His jeans also lying with other clothing. So they both touched. Luca's above.

"Still wanna have your date, Commander?" he said. His face inches from Robert's.

"Oh, shut up, Luca." Robert muttered, "And you still call me commander?!"

"Don't call me Luca, Then. Call my name," he swallowed, "you want." The last two words almost like a whimper.

"Dominique?" Shook head. "Dom?" Another shook. Robert opened his mouth, but hesitated this time. Finally, he let out, "Miqie?" A small grin appeared on Luca's face.

"Auky. What are you gonna call me?" Robert asked.

"I think I'll just call you SIR." Before Robert could even open his mouth, Luca slid down and knelt on both knees. He opened Robert's legs wider, and plunged through.

"Wha--"Robert gaped as Luca held his cock in his mouth. The feeling of licks and swallows was impossible to let him stay still. Bits and pieces of moaning continued to splurt out. Throwing back his head, Robert's hands clasped on the edge of the table. His nuckles were white. "No...no......ooh......" Then it came. A splint second when he had absolutely no idea about nothing. Like being strucked by pure white lightning. The sound of Luca choking and coughing flashed him back into reality.

"Are you ok?" Robert knelt down, too. "Spit it out! Don't--"

Luca gestured for him to stop. After a while, he looked up and beamed at Robert. Then, all of a sudden, Luca pressed him on the ground. "God you taste good." he murmured, and kissed Robert on the forehead. At last, lay down beside him.

"You know this is wierd, right?" Robert said as he held Luca's hand tight.

"You mean lying naked on your dirty office floor with you?" He laughed a little and added, "Sir."

"Ah, Miqie. Don't call me that. Next time when somebody else......" he sighed, "How are you supposed to listen to my command on the field after you sucked me?"

"I will." said Luca promptly, kissing Robert on the cheek. "And the only reason I call you sir is that...... You always act so...so serious and...I don't no if it's ok to call you, well......Bobby?"

Robert blinked and broke into the "what kind of dumb question are you asking" smile, "You just made me cum, and now you're asking if you can call me Bobby? Of course!" Then he added, "Oh, but if you dare use it in front of other officers, I'll kick your ass myself."

"Copy that, Commander Robert BOBBY Hicks." Luca placed his hand on Robert's chest. Robert covered it with his own and guided it to his heart. The low thumping sound made both of them quiet for a few minutes.

Then Robert Broke the silence, "I don't think I can kick your ass. I love you too much."

"Me, too."

The sun turned orange and casted through the frosted glass, while Robert and Luca got up, ready to go home.

[themadsquirrel09]

Tug-of-war

Fandom ☆ South Park 

Ship ☆ KenMan ♡ KenEric (Eric Cartman x Kenny McCormick) 

Characters ☆ Kenny McCormick, Eric Cartman, Stan Marsh, Liane Cartman, Mr. Kitty. A bit of Mr. Mackey, Wendy Testaburger, Kyle Broflovski and Butters.

Rating ☆ M

Summary ☆ One impulsive action can make the difference in the game of life and death.

Warnings ☆ Non-explicit adult themes, blood, swearing. They are kids here (11): it is mostly care, angst and fluffiness.

About it ☆ This fanfic works as a one shot, it is also part of an AU I’m writing in no specific order. I’m still trying to choose the name °u°’’’

☆ 3362 words ☆

With love: (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ Stan

“Here comes a candle to light you to bed.

Here comes a chopper to chop off your head.”

I hate this house, screw this!  

From the backyard, I still can hear the moans, the thuds, shit! I try to climb fast and get into the clubhouse; when I finally do, Mr. Kitty greets me. 

“This place is a mess, but good enough for one night, Kitty.” Something between a purr and a meow is his reply. I made a run for it as soon as I got home and heard them, but I knew this happened before; that it would happen again (and again), so there’s a mini fridge and a sleeping bag here. 

I search into my backpack for a distraction. All I have is food, a few books and, yes! My PSP! I smile at it but, when I hold it, my view gets blurred. I have to wipe the tears from the screen. 

Fuck, like my day isn’t shitty enough already! That PSP reminds me that I have Kenny’s will memorized. I asked for a copy to his lawyer, and read it over and over again, looking for something that I could use to get my way while he was in a coma. Now I know every word by heart.

I toss the PSP on the sleeping bag. Fucking Liane , she is the one to blame, because I can’t blame myself without breaking down and lately I just can’t get mad at Kenny.

“Goddammit!” I curse choked into sobs until I hear a noise, it is Mr. Kitty coming towards me at full speed, purring loudly. He pushes his head right into my hand; cats have funny faces, it makes me chuckle and calms me down. 

I grab some snacks, go for a Mountain Dew, and lean on the window frame; maybe to distract myself from what is happening inside the house, I think about Kenny, do you feel that way? Or were you just pissed at me because of something I did?

I replay in my head those words meant for me.

Eric, I never really liked you. But then, nobody does. You have no ability to feel, and you are going to die alone and miserable. It is only because I feel so sorry for you that I leave you my Sony PSP.

He calls me Eric. Even if sometimes I feel like I say his name over and over again, like a fucking parrot, he almost never does the same. I guess it means nothing, but why do I like it when he does that?  

That question makes me uneasy, so I go back to the will and get pissed. If you don't like me, then why do you feel so sorry for me? And then you let me have your only valuable possession... you know that you will come back to life, right? But maybe he thinks I don't.

“Kenny.” I go wide-eyed because I wasn’t expecting to say his name out loud, then I take a step back when I hear his voice calling me back! I peek through the window as if I’m going to find him outside. What I see is the snow covered in blood; I can feel the liquid dripping from my hair. When I blink, it is all gone. 

My heart hammers fast, but after a moment it slows down until it stops completely . Some weird sense of warmth comes to me. It surrounds me and gives me peace, then I feel it ascend; I look up just in time to see a shooting star, an impossibly big one. I feel my heart start again.

Shit, I better go the fuck to sleep.

Instead, I sit on the sleeping bag and take the PSP; when I touch it, I feel like Kenny for a second. By now I’m used to it, since that time his soul was stuck in my body, this happens sometimes. I wonder: what is he doing right now? , but to get my head out of that, out of everything, I play until I fall asleep with the PSP in my hands.

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The only reason I talk to Liane the next day is because I need her to sign my permit and give me food, but I can barely listen to her lies, or even look at her as she showers me with unwanted affection.

I struggle my way out as quickly as I can and, maybe because of that, I’m the first one to make it to the bus stop. I'm pissed and sleepy so, when I hear footsteps, I prepare to shit on whoever is daring to cross my way but, well, fuck . Kenny’s big orbs lay on me.

“Hi, Eric.” I try to avoid his gaze, but I can’t. Does he go at a slower pace today? 

“Hey, Kenny.” My voice comes out hoarse, I didn’t get inside the sleeping bag yesterday.

“Dude, are you ok?” Do you really care, or are you just feeling sorry for me again? And he appears to be fragile, but is probably the only kid who could have had a worse night, and still asks me if I’m ok. 

“Hey, dudes!” Stan must have drunk an extra shot if he is so happy, that’s good, distracting. Soon Kyle joins us, but I’m so tired I can barely take my anger out on him. 

Since today we have this stupid school trip, I sleep most of the way; when I do, I have this nightmare: 

I’m standing in a puddle of blood. I move out of the way, but there is blood everywhere and, little by little, paralyzed by fear, I see how the thick dark liquid fills the space; when it reaches my ankles, I panic and start running.

It seems like I go nowhere and, exhausted, I fall on my knees. What is it about this blood that’s so hypnotizing? I can’t stop looking, but when it is reaching my elbows, I hear crying and snap out of it: realizing I'm about to drown, I throw myself back. That’s when I see something emerging from this dark lake. 

I get close, and take him in my arms: it’s Kenny, his eyes are shut, his mouth is open, red flows out of the corner of his lips. 

All this blood, it pours out of him.

“Kenny, wake up.” I try to clean his face with my sleeve. Useless . “Wake up, damn it.” I see his eyes twitch. The sobs turn into a sweet song, a light sound I can barely distinguish. I try to find the source, but it seems like it comes from everywhere. 

While I wasn’t looking, Kenny somehow got out of my grip: he is now floating in front of me and, just for a split second, I see the huge wings that hold him up. The blood now reaches my belly button, I get a hold of his wrists and try to pull him close.

“Wake up!”

With that last scream, I wake up, sweating, buried in Kenny’s arm, clinging tightly to his parka. We lock eyes. What the fuck, am I still dreaming? There’s a warm light that surrounds him. We remain like that for a second and all I’m doing is trying not to cry. 

“Hey, it’s ok, I’m here.” Weird. Those simple whispered words it’s all I need to hear and I’m able to breathe again. When he places his hand on mine, I remember where we are and sit up quickly, but my hand holds on. I feel him squeezing lightly, then he lets go, and the bus stops.

“Why are we visiting a lame-ass national park, again!?” I complain about it as I make sure to stay close to Kenny. He seems much more into this stuff than I do and it takes just a minute, while I convince Butters that some flower is edible, for him to disappear. 

“Kenny?” Where the hell did you go? He is out of sight, but I walk like I know the way, like something—someone?—is calling me. A few minutes later, with the strong wind whistling and rumbling, I see the blond boy kneeling among lilac flowers. His body is turned away from me. He faces the abyss.

I get close without him noticing, when I’m just a few steps away, I feel as if thunder growls under my feet. Without even thinking, I run towards Kenny, grab him by the backpack, and yank him with all my might. The floor crumbles. 

Part of the ground is swallowed by the depths, but we are both safe. I fell on my butt and Kenny lies unconscious. I drag him away from the shattered floor and, for a moment, all I feel is my heart pounding. The chunk of earth we were standing on is gone and Kenny should be dead (again), but he isn’t. Because of me?

I glance at him and his face twitches, it seems like he is about to regain consciousness. I panic and run. I don’t know why, but I run until I’m breathless. 

After a while, I feel like throwing up, fainting, maybe both. I stumble and grab onto something, shutting my eyes so the world will stop spinning. Two things happen at the same time: on one side, I feel better, like a weight is lifted from my shoulders; on the other side, I hear the violent and very familiar sound of puking, it comes from right beside me. 

It is Stan who emptied his stomach. What? Did Stan just throw up for me? Even if it seems impossible, it feels like it. 

So I ran to the other kids and grabbed Stan's hand without noticing. He lets me keep doing that while he tells Wendy he is alright. I steady myself, we glimpse at each other and smile, then I let go of him. He doesn’t know what just happened, but why else would he do this for me? The rest of the trip, I keep smiling like an idiot, feeling like I did something I really like. Back on the bus, I can’t help but flinch when Kenny sits beside me and rests upon me those tired, bright eyes.

“What is it, poor boy, did you see a ghost?”

“No, but I almost became one,” he mutters and I pretend I didn’t hear him.

“What did you say?” I reply, teasing, I know Kenny gets frustrated when people can’t understand him. He squints at me and I almost feel him inspecting my soul. Why can’t I just look away? Fuck.

“I said: thanks dude, your face looks like shit too!” He leans towards me, and I feel myself leaning backwards. “What were you doing last night?” I scoff, amused.

“If you want me to answer that, Kenny, then you have to tell me first, what were you doing last night?” He blinks, taken aback. I can finally avert my gaze and smile smugly. I got him.

“Whatever, like I care!” He says and it stings a little, however I can’t just tell him what happened. It seems like he feels the same. 

This pisses me off.

Fuck it, I’ll just tell him! But, when I look at my side, I find Kenny is sleeping. I pull him by the parka, so his head lands on my shoulder, then I close my eyes and lean on him. I fall deep in a dream of a memory:

The moon peeks through the window and illuminates the room, but my view gets blurred by the—oh, so expected—tears. This time there’s something different, though: the soul of a joyful boy is trapped in my body.

“What’s the matter? It can’t be that you are crying.” Shit . Listening to my voice in that sweet-toned ring just makes me cry harder. “Dude?” He insists and I can feel his worry running through my skin. I breathe, trying to calm down. 

“It’s stupid. I cry at night because I don’t have a dad.” I feel my face warming up at the embarrassing confession. Kenny takes control of my left hand; he reaches for my right hand and holds it softly.

“It’s ok. I’m here.” I smile.

Those words seem to unfold as I wake up. I have to check if it was Kenny the one who said that right now, but I see that he is still asleep, we are still leaning on each other. Nobody can know that he looks cute to me at this instant, that I can't help but press myself against him just for a second before I struggle to upright swiftly. 

I get paranoid about it, but the other kids are talking, screaming and playing. Nobody saw us . I turn, find Kenny’s sleepy gaze already on me and smile nervously. It feels exactly like when I do something bad: I’m afraid I’ll get caught. I have to fill the silence.

“Man, if I knew that trip was so lame, I would have stayed home.” I lie, I would have rather died. I shield myself with my backpack not knowing exactly what I’m searching for, so I take out the PSP and, when I do, it feels like those times Kenny is about to show himself as a ghost. My breath hitches and I feel cold; even if it is him, ghosts creep me out.

“Oh dude, I haven’t played that in so long!” He doesn’t seem to notice, though.

“Check it out, Kenny, I’m already on level 42,” I say as I hand the PSP to him.

“Are you getting your ass kicked or what?”

“Yeah. No matter how much I reinforce the gate, they keep getting in.” Suddenly, we are closer than expected and he shows me the way. We get so distracted by talking and playing, that I barely notice we are back in South Park, but when I do, I swallow hard. If I get home and the same that happened yesterday goes down, I might lose my shit and murder someone. Maybe I will kill myself. That’d be the best .

“If I stay at your place, we can beat this in just a couple of hours, you know? We can also repair our clubhouse a bit, it’s a cool place to hang out,” Kenny says, smiling. Why would you want to stay with me? Are you just feeling sorry for me again? Wait. Did I say that out loud? I’m about to panic, but he gives me a look like he is clueless. “What is it, you had other plans?”

Other plans? I see my corpse lying on the floor and I burst into laughter. I laugh not to cry and because it is too funny. It is impossible that someone like this exists! At first, he asks me what is it, but after a while, maybe because of how much I’m kicking, wheezing, struggling to breathe, he starts to laugh too; at me? Sure, but I don’t care right now.

“Eric Cartman! I said this is your stop, mmk?”

“Calm the fuck down!” I get to say between laughs, “I’m going, ok?” I stand up and turn to see the blond offering back the PSP, but instead of taking it, I grab him by the arm and pull him. He comes with me.

As Kenny said, it only takes us a couple of hours to finish the game, then we start to fix the clubhouse a bit.

“Dude?”

“Kenny?”

“Do you have a crush on Stan?” I feel my gut dropping.

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“I saw you holding hands; you guys look cute together.” Why does hearing him say that makes me feel like shit? I put the tools aside and go for the door. He follows.

“Cartman?”

“Shut up, Kenny!” I snap, turning to scream in his face, but when I do, I accidentally step on Mr. Kitty’s tail. He hisses, bites me and I back away. Being so close to the entrance, I lose my balance. 

About to fall from the tree, I reach for Kenny and he gets to grab me by the arm. For an instant, I see in him that determined expression he usually has when he is Mysterion. He throws himself back pulling me, so I fall inside the clubhouse, but land on top of him. 

“Fuck!” I get off of Kenny as quickly as I can, he gasps for air. I was crushing him! “Kenny?” He smiles, trying to be reassuring, but he is having a fit of cough, so I grab him, sit him up and get him something to drink. He holds his chest with his eyes closed; the coughs mellow as he breathes deeply. I just look at him. Kenny’s hood is off and it is not every day that I get to see his whole face. Do you really have to hide all the time? 

“Dude!” He exclaims after finally drinking a bit of the Dr Pepper. “I almost died.” And it wouldn’t be the first time today.

“It’s your fault!” 

“Fuck you!” He says to my face playful, and I find myself incapable of insulting him back. “We are ok now, right? I just saved your ass.”

“Yeah. Whatever.”

“About what I said: I don’t care who you like. Let me know if you need a wingman.” I stare at my hands and remember how they reached for Kenny this morning. Did I save his life? Well, he just did the same for me. “Cartman?”

“What? Oh, yeah. I’ll let you know.” 

“Cool,” he says, then he gets into the sleeping bag. “Goodnight.” Kenny falls asleep in a heartbeat. You are even more tired than I am, aren’t you? But I feel restless and keep wondering:

“What were you doing last night?” I ask him under my breath. There is no answer. I sit beside the sleeping bag and imagine we are some kind of warriors; I’m the one standing guard, maintaining a protective field with my wizard powers. 

I see Kenny’s matches on the floor. He probably dropped them when we fell. I take them, go to the window, and after declaring the area is enemy-free, I light one. What kind of kid looks so happy just by watching the fire?

Kenny’s will surface on my mind as the fire goes out on its own: Eric, I never really liked you. But then, nobody does. Then what are you doing here? Why would you want to be my wingman?

I light another match.

You have no ability to feel, and you are going to die alone and miserable.  

I kind of wish I could agree about me having no ability to feel, then I remember his hand reaching for mine in that dream of a memory I had today. 

“Shit!” The fire burns my fingers and I let go of the match, which falls onto the snow. 

I turn to look at Kenny. He sleeps curled up like a stray kitten. Dying alone and miserable, huh? Who else but you would know how that feels?

I get close and kneel beside him, then I light another match. Funny; I’ve seen his face illuminated by fire so many times the image is stuck with me.

It is only because I feel so sorry for you that I leave you my Sony PSP.

“You make no sense.” My mumbled words blow out the match. You make no sense, but neither do I! I can’t even put a finger on what made me pull him away from the abyss today. 

I smile at the thought of it, maybe I just didn’t want to be alone, on the bus, at the house. My eyes go to the floor, I feel like crying, but a sudden yank makes me gasp as I fall forward; Kenny is pulling me by the arm. 

“Eric.” He looks at me with half-lidded eyes, “Fucking sleep.” He commands groggily. I frown at him, he lets out a soft chuckle, and I get into the sleeping bag, wondering: for how long has he been pulling me away from falling to my end?

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This is (definitely) not the end.

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Final notes 🖊️

 🧡 I love this ship so much ❤️

Did you enjoy reading it? It sure was an amazing and weird experience writing this 🌠 It took me a lot of time mostly because I edit until my eyes bleed =u= (I started writing it and had the 1st draft on January lol)

A little of context ☆ The paranormal connection between Eric Cartman and Kenny McCormick is one of the main reasons I adore this ship. Eric says he sees through Kenny's eyes and feels like him on S06E12 ∣ A Ladder to Heaven; then Kenny's soul is trapped in Cartman's body for almost a month. 

The crying at night thing is also from the show, Eric confesses that on S11E08 ∣ Le Petit Tourette.

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ur right and im going to complain abt this for a sec because ppl dont get that the yandere trope is actually very broad. the requirement to be a yandere is very simple actually. its just a character who is obsessively attached to someone which makes them do extreme behaviour. like yeah theres a list of traits commonly found in the trope but u dont need to hit all of them yk. which is the problem. that people see the character and go oh yandere so they will def have [common yandere trait] right??? and disregard canon. anyway im going to rant abt terrible shinpei takes on twitter because im normal about media

the idea!!!! that hes an asshole or mean to people who are not satoko!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! this makes me wish that the extras are more easily accessible because theres more shinpei interactions with side characters when satoko isnt there. but even then with what we have in the manga hes so normal?????? people r constantly calling him a psycopath and like broo just because he has low empathy doesnt mean he doesnt care. he struggles a lot in like. socialising? with people? in general? and he doesnt care abt ppls lives because of his job and he doesnt care about his either. i think its worse with the contrast of how we see satoko engage with people and shes very nice and kind and it makes shinpei seem worse? either way he isnt mean!!!! hes blunt and very detached but he cares in a weird way!!! he wants people to be happy and to be happy he does what they want!! which leads to things like him saying oh if aoi is sure she wants to kill herself so be it ig. which isnt him being mean its just how he understands things and hes very blunt!!!!

also the way people keep trying to pass hny off as like GIRLBOSS innocent girl x WORST GUY EVER she has to fix!!!! is so annoying. its so annoying. i saw somebody say that satoko puts shinpei in his place and gives 24 as an example like that is the worst example u could use why cant u use 8. 24 is them communicating, coming to an understanding and finding a solution that is not satoko putting him in his place!!! the idea that shinpei is just Bad and satoko has to make him have good qualities is just so bad. i think it completely undermines shinpei saying he likes satoko because she accepted him like she doesnt fix him she doesnt give him good qualities because IT WAS ALREADY THERE IN THE FIRST PLACE. shinpeis good qualities are also his bad ones!! hes blunt which makes him seem rude but satoko thinks hes honest!!! hes extreme in doing things which includes violence and willing to drop everything and go fishing if satoko says so!!! he wants people to be happy so he copies and lies to people and also keeps trying to find out what makes satoko happy!!! every change shinpei does is a conscious decision made because he chose to himself!! he wants satoko to like him so he will be better for her!!

NOT TO MENTION THE FUCKIJG. SAYING SHINPEI IS LIKE KIRISHIMA FROM YAKUZA FIANCE. tearing my hair out. hny and yakuza fiance have the same tropes but the core is different!! yakuza fiance is yoshino (fl) and kirishima (ml) trying to destroy each other hny isnt that. when ppl compare shinpei asking satoko to be a prositute to kirishima asking yoshino being a prositute and i start throwing up because kirishima literally tells yoshino to sell her body to make money if not she isnt worth anything. also kirishima wasnt committed from the start!!! shinpei was committed since day 1!!!! he literally says he’ll do his best to be satokos perfect husband!! dont even put shinpei and kirishima in the same sentence dont do my boy shinpei like this he actually respects women