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parksunghoonbro · 3 years ago

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come here》 p.sh {pt.3}

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<3 pairing: chaebol!stepbrother!sunghoon x chaebol!fem!reader (some chaebol!bestfriend!soobin x reader)

<3 genre: angst, fluff

<3 warning: sunghoon gets jealous, he is unwillingly an asshole, making out, mentions of love (sorry if any of you guys are triggered by anything else)

<3 word count: 1.9k

<3 summary: park sunghoon, the most popular rich boy around town, who you are super attracted to becomes your stepbrother. what happens when you realize that he is also extremely attracted to you?

<3 xtra stuff: Soobin is the same age as Sunghoon. They are both 20 while y/n is 18 (2 years older). If you guys have watched Tempted/The Great Seducer y/n and soobin’s hang out is inspired by Shihyun, Sooji, and Sejoo’s (the three friend’s) hideout. (Soobin and y/n have been friends since y/n was born. Like 2-year old Soobin held y/n when she was a newborn)

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You wake up to being surrounded by a comforting warmth. You felt Sunghoon’s muscular arms wrapped around your waist and your face against his chest. After a couple of minutes of admiring the face of the man in front of you, you remember that you had an appointment with your stylist at 10:00 to plan an outfit for an event that your mother’s company has every year. It currently was 8:13, so you tried to squee yourself out of Sunghoon’s tight hold. Finally being able to sit up you were about to get out of his bed, but you suddenly felt two strong arms pull you back into bed. “Where do you think you’re going?” Sunghoon asked in his raspy morning voice. “I have to get ready to meet with my stylist later.” You responded snuggling back into his hold. Sunghoon groaned softly shoving his pace into the crook of your neck smelling your addictive scent. “Just cancel and stay with me,” Sunghoon whined. You wish you could stay but you had to go. This event was a pretty big one. ”What are you meeting your stylist for anyways?” Sunghoon asked curiously. “My mom has this big event that she hosts every year and I need to go to a fitting for the brand I am representing today.” You answered in a soft tone. Sunghoon thought for a little and then jokingly asked with a small chuckle, ”So who’s gonna be the lucky man who gets to be your date?” You suddenly remembered something. You were going to have a date! You blanked out wondering who it was this year. Of course, you wanted it to be Sunghoon, but it was obviously not him. the Assuming from a joking tone you’re sure that he doesn’t know that you’re going to have a date. “I don’t need a date.” You said with a flip of your hair. “I’m perfectly fine by myself.” Sunghoon grinned, “That’s my girl” After cuddling a bit more you finally got out of the bed and got ready. «───────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ─────────» Arriving at the salon you met your stylist. “Y/N!” You heard your names being called so you turned around. “Sohee unnie!” Your stylist of 8 years smiled. “Are you ready for this?” You smiled,”Yup! I’m ready” After hours and hours of looking over dresses, makeup, and hairstyles you finally finished your look. Since you were done you started to pack up. “Oh right! Before you go I have to tell you who your date is!“ Yoy looked back in anticipation of who it was although you already had someone you were almost 100% sure who it was and Sohee continued,”You’re date this year is the one and only Choi Soobin as always.” Yup. That’s right. Your date and the person you were expecting was Choi Soobi, your date since you were children. Choi Soobin was your best friend and although he lives in Jeju now you guys are still very close. He comes and visits every once in a while for events, meetings, and of course just to see his best friend of 17 years. When you finished your small conversation with Sohee you went home.

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Walking through the door all you saw was darkness. The lights were off. No one was home. You wondered where Sunghoon was, but you didn’t worry because it was only 5:30 pm.

-2:00 am-

Its already 2:00 am and Sunghoon isn’t home yet. You’ve called him a couple times and he didn’t pick up. You were worried sick and you were waiting on the couch.

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It was the next morning and you woke up in your bed with the amazing feeling of warmth next to you. You smiled Sunghoon was home. You turned around and saw Sunghoon looking back at you. He smiled at you and pulled you in closer to kiss your forehead. “Why did you wait for my love? When I got home you were asleep on the couch in your clothes and without a blanket! I was so worried that you were gonna get sick.” You put your hands on his stomach and started to touch it. “I was worried!” Sunghoon had an amused face by now, “Worried enough to fall asleep?” “Shut up” You answered back. Sunghoon raised his eyebrows. “Is that a challenge?” You panicked and jumped out of bed. Sunghoon laughed at you and stood up. “Let’s get ready and eat breakfast.” After getting ready you came down to the kitchen to see Sunghoon already sitting at the table with breakfast ready waiting for you. “Where are you going today?” Sunghoon stroked your head, ”Yesterday my stylist informed me that I would be attending your mom’s event. Today I have a fitting.” You smiled and shortly after it faded. You realized that he would have to have a date. Everyone brought a date that their stylist chooses and of course sometimes with the assistance of the person, but the thing that irked you the most was that his date wasn’t going to be you and it would be some other girl. Sunghoon noticed the change and mood and asked why you were upset. “What do you mean? I am not upset.” You said in a normal tone. Raising his eyebrows in confusion Sunghoon decided to not ask questions and answer with a simple “ok”. After a breakfast of hand-holding and flirting Sunghoon left.

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Being at home alone was becoming a little boring. You thought it was surprising that you weren’t enjoying it because you’re a homebody, but maybe it was because you had spent so much time with Sunghoon. You were about to go out alone, but suddenly your phone rang. You checked the caller id. 🐰Binnie 🐰. Soobin was calling you. You excitedly picked up the phone.

“Soobin! I missed you.”

“I missed you too. I heard auntie is getting married again. Are you okay cutie?”

“Yeah, I guess. Surprisingly I hope this marriage doesn’t last.”

“Why? Isn’t your mom getting married to Park Sungho, Park Sunghoon’s dad?

“That’s why Soobin!”

“Ohhh. Even though you don’want them to last they seemed pretty happy Y/N. I met your mom and Mr. Park in Jeju before I left.”

“I know I shouldn’t be selfish. WAIT rewind. You are in Seoul!?”

“Yes, dummy when am I ever not in Seoul before the gala? I have moved away from you for 2 years already and you haven’t remembered my schedule.”

“Well Soobin I am a busy girl”

“More like distracted. But let’s meet up now. I wanna hang out with my date!”

“Hmph. Alright, let’s meet. Our place?”

“Of course see you there”

“Bye”

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-Flashback-

(7th grade y/n)

“Soobin look at it! It is perfect!” you exclaimed looking at the place in front of you. You guys’ mothers had built a hang out for you and Soobin in a secret room behind a big painting on the first floor of their newly merged company building. “It is. This is our place from now on!” Soobin said back providing the same energy.

Soon even as you guys grew older it stayed as you guys’ place where no one else knew the password and was allowed not even your parents. It became a comfortable place for both of you guys where you guys would go to find each other no matter what.

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-At the Hideout-

“Soobin? Come out! I know you’re in here” You stated in a loud voice. “Boo!” “AHHH!” Soobin laughed at you until he was on the ground. “Choi Soobin you’re dead!” You said annoyed. Soobin realized that he had messed up and ran for his life up the stairs to the loft. You chased after him. When you got to the too you couldn’t see him. Then all of a sudden you felt a pair of strong arms pin your hands to your back. “Ha! Got you!” Soobin said with his signature smile. He let you go and hugged you which you gladly returned. You guys hung out for the rest of the day getting food, shopping, and playing video games in the hang-out. What felt like 10 minutes was 10 hours. You didn’t realize it but soon it was 1 am. Soobin looked at the clock and his eyes widened, “I should get you home now little one. It is late.” You looked at the clock shocked, ”Yes, I should get home now.” You guys turned off the TV and the lights and started to walk home. Yes, walk home. This wasn’t an uncommon occurrence with you and Soobin. Starting in high school you guys would always hang out until late into the night and walk home even though you only had to have one call to get home by car. Your houses were close to the hangout and it gave you a taste of what it felt like to live like normal kids. Not heirs to big companies, not kids who were born with silver spoons in their mouths, not brand ambassadors, just normal kids. You have always felt safe around Soobin. Soobin was your haven and will always be your haven.

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When you guys got to your house Soobin walked you to your door and you hugged him bye as always. Not until you get to the door did you start worrying about Sunghoon. Unlocking the door, you quietly took off your shoes and started into the house. Not even getting halfway to your room you were stopped by a fuming Sunghoon. “What were you doing out this late!? I was worried sick! And who was that guy who walked you through the door!?” You were taken aback. Sunghoon had never raised his voice at you. Suddenly feeling vulnerable you answered in a nervous, small voice. Studdering you said, ”M-my friend came back from Jeju to visit. We were just hanging out.” Sunghoon in a loud and intimidating voice said, “There is no reason for you to be hanging out this late! Especially with another boy. Are you even hanging out!? What if you’re doing something else? You said you wanted to see where things go with us, baby!” “How could you say that?” Your eyes filled with tears. You couldn’t take it anymore so you ran into your room and started sobbing. Realizing that he had hurt you Sunghood ran upstairs. Sunghoon felt a pang of guilt hit his heart hearing your sobs outside of your room. He knocked on the door. “C-come in,” you said quietly from inside your room. “Oppa is sorry princess. I just got worried and jealous and I couldn’t hold it in. I didn’t mean to make you cry. Please don’t be upset with me.” Sunghoon said his eyes brimming with tears seeing how he had hurt you. “It’s okay oppa. I understand.” You said as you came closer to him cuddling into his side. He grabbed you tightly and pulled you into his chest as he laid next to you. Sunghoon suddenly had an urge to kiss you, so he landed his lips on yours, and you guys passionately made out until one of you guys had to pull away for air. “I love you princess.” Sunghoon seriously stated. “I love you too, oppa.” you said back, and that night you guys fell asleep happily and full of love.

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#sunghoon #park sunghoon fluff #enhypen sunghoon #park sunghoon #sunghoon smut #park sunghoon angst #sunghoon imagine #sunghoon series #come here》 p.sh

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usopp-writes · 4 years ago

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This is the true family

This is inspired from this prompt by @writing-prompt-s

It had been years since he left his home village and build himself a home deep in the forest, living of said forest. The first few years he'd been content and lived peacefully. Then one day, when he was on a hunt, he spotted a kid walking aimless around, crying. Putting his riffel away - there was no point in keeping it off safety, since the kid had probably scared off all animals - he approached the child.

At first the kid froze and the ran away, but stumbled over his feet and fell, makign him cry even more. The man calmly followed the boy and crouched down on one knee, as to appear less intimidating. "Now, now, don't be scared. Let me patch you up and help you back home." He spoke softly and pulled out a handkerchief, before gently and very careful dusting off the dirt of the boy's knees.

"I'm Edward, Newgate Edward." He formally introduced himself, as he vaguely remebered that a kid shouldn't talk to strangers. And to somehow break the ice. It'd been a long time since he had last talked to a human being, though he often had spoken to the birds and animals around his house.

The boy sniffed and flinched, when Edward dusted of most of the dirt from his knees. "I'm ... Fossa and ... I have no home. Mom and dad said it is my duty to be in this forest." The words made Edward stop and look confused, but the boy looked just as lost about this, as Edward did. The older man wondered what kind of parents would kick their own child out, especially at this age.

"How old are you?" Edward asked softly, as he put the handkerchief back into his pocket. Stuttering, sniffing and crying, Fossa managed to tell him that he was 7 years old. He was younger than Edward had first thought, which only made him angry at the parents and feel heartbroken for the child.

"Do you want to learn how to hunt and live in a forest? I can teach you and I can also teach you to fight." Edward felt a little lost on how to talk to a child - he'd never been good at communication, but he had a big heart and couldn't turn his back on a child. His first thought was to bring the child back to his parents, but since the parents had dropped him here, then he knew that the parents would just drop him off again. So there was no other option than to take him in and try his best to raise him into a strong adult, so he could go his own way.

Fossa nodded and grabbed the hand of the man, who was so kind to him. Smiling, Edward picked up the boy and let him sit on his shoulders. Then he started to tell the boy all he know about hunting. He took Fossa to the lake near his housee to hunt some ducks. Little did Edward know that this was the beginning of a whole new life style.

Every year - on the some date - Edward came across another child, kicked out from home. One year, however, he learned the harsh true. The children were an offering to the God for divine protection of the village. Edward didn't even want to think about how many children he hadn't been able to safe and take in.

With time - it was the third year after Edward found Fossa - some bandits had decided that the lake was now their territory and tried to force Edward and his now four sons out, to little success, as Edward wasn't one you could easily defeat. He'd lived at the lake for many years, so he knew where to hide and take out any bandits trying to get to him. He'd built the house and extended it on his own, so he was physically stronger than the bandits. He was alaso a skilled shooter, so he could easily take them out without much effort.

He taught his sons to protect themselves and their home. The bandits still keeps trying to take the Newgates down and cuht up on the abandoned children. They managed to 'rescue' a few themselves and so both side were in constantly conflict, though Edward never initiate a fight. He just stopped them.

--- Several years later ---

"How is it gong, Marco?" Fossa asked the yong boy, who'd come to live with them the year prior. Marco was only 7 years old, but already a promising fighter and hunter. He'd been the youngest of them all, when he was abandoned, but he had wuickly adapted to the new way of living and was adored by his brothers.

The blond looked up and pointed at the trap he'd just finished. It wasn't perfect, but definitely better than the day before. A pleased hum left Fossa. Marco wasn't mute, but he had a sore throat and had been told not to speak to much, which the boy had taken to heart.

"That's really ..." Fossa was interrupted, when he could hear the crying of children. Marco too turned his head where the sound came from and was about to move, when Fossa took his hand. "Stay with me." Then he started to move towards the sound, having an idea what it could be, but confused to why there were two children. It could be they were just lost.

After a few minutes, the two spotted two children, one around Marco's age, the other barely 4 years old. They didn't see the two others approaching them. the older was holding the younger, trying hard not to cry, but was clearly unable to.

"Are you lost?" Fossa spoke softly, knowing that he would startle them, no matter what. The older stopped crying, tightening his grib on - what Fossa assumed to be little brother - and amde a face as if he wanted to glare at them, but it didn't come off as intimidating, as fear was clear in those brown hues, as was the sadness.

Marco tilted hsi head and blinked confused, then tugged on Fossa's arm and pointed at himself, the boys and then at some random direction. Fossa had n idea what Marco was tryin to say, but then the little boy spoke up, sniffing. "You're ... the boy ... from last year?" At this Marco nodded and Fossa understood that the two boys were from the village that Marco and he were from too. That meant they were also an offereing for the God. It was the first time there had been two boys, as far as he knew.

"I'm Fossa and this is Marco. Do you want to live with us? We are a few more and Oyaji. He's the man adopting us, after we were dropped off like you." He smiled freindly and extended his hand towards them. It was then a bullet passed his face and he spotted some bandits rushing forwards them.

Letting og of Marco's hand, he stormed towards the two boys to be between them and the bandits. "Marco get them home. I'll take care of these morons." He commanded. Nodding, Marco grabbed the hand of the older and started to run, forcing the two boys with him. The younger started to cry in fear and ran with the blond.

Fossa knew the bandits wouldn't harm the children, they were here to recruit them after all. So all he needed to focus on was taking them out and get back home. Taking out his knife, he skillfully took out the bandits, though did get wounded and humped back home after an intense fight.

When Marco stopped, they were in a nice backyard, where some of his brothers were gardening and chilling. He got the attention of one and he came rushing to the young blond. "Marco, what happened? Where's Fossa?"

Panting, he pointed first at the two boys. "Abadoned like me, yoi." He huffed out, trying to catch his breath, his throat hurting more. "Bandits. Fossa fighting them, yoi." He didn't need to say more, before his brother rushed into the forest, while another approached the three children.

"Let's get you something to drink and eat. I'm Blenheim." The teen intorduced himself to the two newcomers and pointed at the large man now coming out of the house. "That's Oyaji. He looks scary, but he's a great father." Without further words, Blenheim nudged them all towards the house, Marco keep looking back at the forest with a worried gazed, though happy that one brother had run to help Fossa.

Edward smiled softly and went to make some pancakes for the boys. The two necomers stared confused, though also fearfully at everone and everything, though stayed closer to Marco.

"Do you know Marco?" Blenheim asked, as he placed some hot chocolate in front of all three of them. The older boy shook his head, but then also nodded it and looked uttely lost on what to say. It was the younger that spoke.

"Not really. Saw him getting taken into the forest last year. I'm Haruta, this is big bro Thatch." He was still clinging to Thatch, but at least not scared enough to speaks. Probably due to his young age and the kindness of the strangers.

Marco took a sip of the hot chocolate and love dhow his throat was feeling a little better. He listened to Haruta and then petted the young boy's head and held up his hands, showing 7 finger, then pointing at himselft, as to say he was 7 years old.

Thatch finally got his voice back. I'm 8 and Haruta is 4. They chose Haruta, thiking he would be far more innocent and pleasing to the God. I snuck after them and stayed with him when they left. I can't let them hurt my little brother." He was also holding Haruta on one arm.

"I'm sorry you had to experience that, son. Family should never abandon each other. You are free to stay here or I will help you get ot another village and help find you someone who will take you in." Edward placed a plate filled with pancakes in front of them and plates too. He'd given each of his sons the same option and they had stayed.

Haruta looked at Thatch, who shrugged and took a sip from the hot chocolate, before gazing at Marco, who already had started to eat. "I guess we can stay for a little while..?" Thatch was uncertain. All he wanted was to keep his brother safe and right now, this was here. Nt with those who'd shot at them. Speaking off that. "I want to see if Fossa will be back." He added after a few moments.

Edward nodded and urged the two to eat. Not long after did Fossa come back, helped by the brother who'd run to help him - who introduced himself as Speed Jiru. Thatch and Haruta was happy that the older man got home, though also worried about him, seeing his wounds. They were assured that it would be okay and they weren't at fault. However, it would take some time before Thatch got over it and felt like he truly deserved being part of the family, unlike Haruta, who only took a few weeks.

In the end, Edward ended up 'adopting' 14 kids, became a brother to a man, Oden, who also had adopted a few abandoned kids and had his own two children with his wife Toki. He also befriended Roger and his wife Rouge and became an uncle to Ace, who called him Oyaji like all other 'kids' did.

Thanks to Roger, Oden and Whitebeard, the village stopped offereing children for divine protection and no other child had to suffer. They still had trouble with the bandits, who kept growing, but it wasn't something the three men and their kids couldn't handle.

#my fanfic #one piece #one piece au #prompt inspired #edward newgate #whitebeard #marco #marco the phoenix #fossa #haruta #thatch #This is the true family #long post

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yukipri · 4 years ago

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Marco’s Bauble Part 6 - a One Piece Mermaid AU Text Story

Next update for Marco’s Bauble!

Sorry for not posting much this past week, it was...eventful, and exhausting, and didn’t leave me much sanity for doing much other than just Living ^ ^;

In which Marco makes an appearance, and is Tired. He’s too old for this shit.

Continues off of, and should be read after:

👒🐟Marco’s Bauble Part 1

👒🐟Marco’s Bauble Part 2

👒🐟Marco’s Bauble Part 3

👒🐟Marco’s Bauble, Part 4

👒🐟Marco’s Bauble, Part 5

Marco has an awful headache, and it's been getting worse all day.

It's now night, but he wants to finish reviewing the last of the surveys he's collected from the 2nd Division before he can grant himself rest.

Even though Ace is officially no longer in the running for the position of 2nd Division Commander, his presence and Pops planning for him to be appointed had led to the decision that it's time to find a replacement for Oden's old seat anyway. And so they'd taken surveys from the current members, to see if anyone's interested, or would like to nominate one of their peers.

While many in the 2nd Division had been excited at the prospect of being under Ace's command (no doubt influenced in part by the former Spade pirates among them), they're also a unique division, used to being without the direct guidance of a Commander after so many decades without one. They report to Pops, and to Marco, but other than that have a culture of flexibility that few want to go out of their way to change. There were very few nominations from among them, most opting to voice hesitant hope in Ace returning, or suggesting they don't need a Commander after all.

The lone candidate that stands out is Marshall D. Teach. The man's been on the crew for around as long as most of the other Commanders, so age and experience-wise, he fits. He doesn't stand out, but Marco knows he's strong in combat, and efficient at completing missions, if with a slightly worrying tendency towards unnecessary brutality. Only a couple of 2nd Division members mention him in their surveys, and it's mostly in reference to his seniority, not necessarily character.

Marco frowns. He doesn't strongly dislike Teach per se, but he doesn't quite like him either. The man's always struck Marco as a little off, certainly not enough to chase him off the crew, but enough to leave Marco with an uneasy aftertaste after their interactions. Marco honestly doesn't know how he'd feel about him as a fellow Commander, sitting in at all of their meetings with access to confidential information about the entire crew.

Marco needs to gather his findings to report to Pops. But without a clear answer from the 2nd Division, he supposes this is a good time to consult in his fellow Commanders.

Which is terribly convenient, because a large number of them are gathered just a mere two doors down from Marco's room.

Marco wonders if they're trying to be subtle, because they're not. They always seem to hold secret meetings in Jozu's room. Jozu, who as the 3rd Division Commander, has his room located only two rooms away from Marco, the 1st Division Commander, with the 2nd Division Commander room between them lying empty. Most things that go on in Jozu's room can be heard in Marco's, and vice versa, but the other Commanders always seem to forget.

In this case, Marco doesn't quite make out exact words, but it's more because he doesn't care to try, because he knows from experience that he could if he wanted to. In fact, Marco's been doing his best to shut them out this entire night, but they're being so obnoxiously loud, and he can hear Izo's piercing laughter and the unmistakable THUNKS of Jozu cracking his shoulder against the walls. Marco also thinks he hears his name a few times, which means they're probably gossiping about him. Which, of course, is all the more reason for him to not want to know, because goddamnit he's tired.

But unfortunately, even if he were to wear earplugs, Marco can't shut out his brothers entirely, because none of them are bothering to conceal their blazing Haki signatures. And why would they, while they’re at home on the Moby? But with all of the strongest members of the Whitebeard Pirates gathered in one condensed spot, and it's like this bright light in the corner of Marco's mind that won't go away. Damn his sensitive Observation Haki. Marco hopes they're not keeping Pops up, because they're certainly not helping with his headache.

He honestly finds it a little unfair that his brothers are socializing while Marco's still working, but that's how it usually is, and Marco's used to being mature about it. He just hopes that whatever they're planning, it doesn't lead to a mess afterwards, or at least leads to one they can clean up by themselves.

The last time there was a "secret meeting," they managed to get a handful of Commanders in on a prank to shave hearts into Vista's chest hair while he was drunk. Marco had unfortunately been informed of the operation, which Thatch had started. It lead to a pretty awful hangover squabble in the morning, which resulted in Izo losing a slice of hair to Vista's blades, flipping his shit as a result, and Namur having to fetch a handful of devil fruit users from the sea.

On the topic of Thatch, Marco wonders how he's doing, and whether the letter he sent his brother has safely reached its destination. Probably not yet, but in a few days; the blue gulls can be surprisingly fast, but they still need to cross the Calm Belt and then some. Marco hopes that Thatch's enjoying his time away, and almost feels bad for not actually sending him his hair wax as requested, but Marco thinks that perhaps a little makeover will do his friend some good. He's traveling with young people, might as well dress like one.

And that, Marco thinks regretfully, is something that only an old person would think, and old people need sleep. He slowly stands up, and grunts when his back pops. He really is getting old, he feels like he's getting closer to Pops every day, and isn't that a frightening thought.

Luckily for Marco though, he has a little cheat, and Marco activates it by turning on his flames. The soft blue fire momentarily consumes his body, bringing not burning heat, but a pleasant tingle. When it fades, Marco's joints are no longer popping, and he feels marginally better, if not necessarily younger.

It'll do for now, to get him through this task, and then he can sleep for a few hours before making his morning rounds scouting around the ship.

And so he stands up, brings a notepad and writing utensil just in case the idiots two doors down actually have anything helpful to say, and leaves his room.

"THE DRESS CAN'T BE PURE WHITE, YOU'RE BASIC," Izo's shrieking, when Marco opens the door.

Marco stares down, because Haruta's ass is blocking his feet.

There's an awkward silence.

"Haruta," Izo breathes. "You're shit at keeping watch."

"You're shit at keeping watch," Vista agrees.

"You're shit at keeping watch," Rakuyo nods.

"You're shit at keeping watch," Jozu sighs.

"You...could improve on keeping watch, a little," Namur concedes.

The last brother to speak is wearing dark eyeliner that Marco's never seen on him before. It's clearly Izo's work.

"It looks nice," Marco tells him, and Namur's blue skin flushes purple at the compliment.

"Of course it does," Izo snaps. "Marco, we're having a Secret Meeting that doesn't involve you. If you don't terribly mind..." He gestures with manicured nails back the way Marco'd come.

Marco sighs. "I don't care what you're talking about, and I'll leave in a second if you can keep it down, I can hear you from my room, yoi."

His statement's followed by curses all around and wide-eyed looks of horror. Marco shifts his glasses to pinch the bridge of his nose as he sighs again.

So they really were talking about him, and by their reactions, were planning on playing a prank on him. Subtle.

(He wonders if they'll attempt to dye his hair green again (Just like a real pineapple! Thatch always insists with his trademark grin). It's almost a tradition at this point, attempted once every five years or so, and Marco tiredly notes that he's probably due another attempt. His brothers have yet to actually succeed, and Marco may be getting older but isn't about to let them get the best of him now. He'll need to be careful with what he washes himself with in the near future.)

Marco appreciates his brothers' playfulness at times, but also wishes they could sometimes act like the forty year-old men they are, and not gleeful pre-teens.

"I just have a question, and then I'll leave," Marco says, deciding to ignore his brothers whispering frantically at each other because it's late and he doesn't want to waste energy scolding them. He just wants to get this business over with, his bed is calling. "Regarding the appointment of the 2nd Division Commander, the members of the division are undecided, and Teach is the only candidate who stands out. Before I mention him to Pops, if anyone wants to give their input--"

Marco's wholly unprepared for the shocked gasps of horror.

"What, no!"

"Why would you do that?"

"You can't!"

"That seat's reserved for A--"

Vista steps on Rakuyo's foot, like he does under the table sometimes when the Commander gets a bit too chatty. Except there's no table in front of Jozu's bed to conceal the movement, and Marco's eyebrows rise ever higher.

Marco didn't think the other Commanders would have such strong opinions regarding a division other than their own, especially now that Ace's out of the running. They certainly hadn’t cared before, when the topic had been brought up at a Commanders meeting. Their reactions mystify him, but no one bothers giving further elaboration and they all avoid Marco's questioning gaze.

"...Alright then, I won't mention Teach to Pops, and will inform him that the majority of 2nd Division prefers the Commander seat remain empty for now."

There's a collective sigh of relief, which is also mystifying, but a mystery for the next day, Marco decides.

"A question for you, Marco," Izo says as Marco's turning to leave. "You're not...planning on leaving the crew any time soon, are you?"

Marco blinks. "Why would I do that?"

"Oh, oh good, just making sure," Izo nods, and everyone else looks like bobble head dolls, and Marco can’t find a single sliver of himself curious enough to care.

"You should feel more confident, they'll all be here with us soon," Namur says shyly, and kindly, and Marco feels like he ought to feel comforted if only he knew what for.

"Thanks, yoi? And good night. Try to keep it down," Marco says, before leaving the cramped room.

"We will!" his brothers chorus like school children.

Part 7 takes us back to the Merry, where Sabo confronts Koala.

Thank you so much for reading, and I hope you enjoyed!

Any comments are immensely appreciated, been feeling super drained and really in need of motivation ;_;

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heavensturtle · 4 years ago

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Day 21: Summer

A short fic for day twenty-one of the YOI 20+ Club’s Daily Art Challenge!

This one is a continuation of Day 20, so read that one first.

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Note: I’m so sorry! This is more than 600 words over my limit of 1000, these two just got away from me and I didn’t want to torture myself any more dragging this storyline out another day!

Also note: Prepare for sappiness overload. Healthy communication and supportive partners are the themes of today’s fic.

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Victor woke to the sound of his phone ringing, lying flat on his back with a marginally-awake Yuuri draped over top of him. He tried to grab for the phone, but his arm was somehow hooked through Yuuri’s, reducing his reach to just a few inches.

��Yuuri,” he begged.

“Noooo,” Yuuri moaned, twisting so he was now on his back, his head falling to the bed just under Victor’s armpit.

That couldn’t be comfortable. But it did free up Victor’s arm, so he grabbed the phone.

“Oh. It’s Phichit.”

Yuuri took the phone. His only contribution to the conversation was a few wordless ‘mms’ before he hung up. Then he tossed the phone somewhere on the bed and proceeded to crawl over Victor like he was trying to climb inside of him. When Victor couldn’t take it anymore he grabbed Yuuri’s shoulders and pulled him against his chest, forcing him to lie still. Yuuri put up no resistance.

“Why are we like this?” Victor complained, “Yuuri? I used to be a morning person.”

“I don’t knoowww. Oh, Victor, I smell awful, why didn’t you tell me?”

“I think that’s me.”

“No, it’s definitely me, you smell amazing.”

Victor, still not used to sleepy Yuuri’s unfiltered commentary, blushed.

Yuuri leapt up, suddenly awake. “Um, Okay! Well, anyway, I’m going to take a quick shower and go see Phichit. You just - stay there.”

Victor frowned. “You don’t want me there?”

“I don’t want to subject you to an excited Phichit this early in the morning. I don’t want to scare you off.”

“So you’re planning on keeping me around, then?”

The comment was meant to be offhand, but it caused Yuuri to squint at Victor like he was trying to decipher him.

“I’m going to go see Phichit, and then I’ll be right back,” he promised. “Do you want me to bring you anything?”

Victor shook his head.

When Yuuri had showered, changed, and left, Victor changed into a clean shirt and boxers and tucked himself into his own bed. Yuuri’s seemed somehow cold without Yuuri there.

He didn’t think he would fall asleep again but the next thing he knew Yuuri was crawling under the covers next to him.

Victor roused. “Yuuri,” he began.

Yuuri pulled Victor’s arm over himself. “Can we just lay here? For an hour?”

Victor scooted closer so he could bury his face in Yuuri’s hair. “Sure. Why?”

“I want to talk to you, but I’m tired and I don’t know how to say it. I don’t want to say the wrong thing. Like I did the other day.”

“Oh,” Victor muttered, “Okay.”

The third time Victor woke up he was still wrapped around Yuuri, who was turning off his phone alarm. Victor lay quietly, trusting Yuuri to start talking when he was ready.

“Victor?” Yuuri broke the silence.

“Hm?”

“Why do you keep talking about me keeping you?”

Victor tensed. “Yuuri, it was a joke.”

“But it sort of wasn’t, right? You mentioned it our second night here, too.”

“That was because you had just said you didn’t need me any more,” Victor retorted, a trace of the hurt from that night resurfacing.

He could feel Yuuri take in a deep breath and then let it out slowly.

“Phichit was right, I didn’t clear anything up, did I?”

“What do you mean?”

“Victor, if I retire tomorrow, will you want to stop taking care of me?”

“Of course not,” he answered automatically. Taking care of Yuuri, and letting Yuuri take care of him, was the only thing in his life aside from skating that made sense.

“Do you think I would want you to stop taking care of me?”

Victor felt his throat constrict. He was glad Yuuri couldn’t see his face. “No?” he guessed.

Yuuri was trembling slightly as he placed his hand over Victor’s and threaded their fingers together. “That’s right. I won’t stop needing you just because I’m not skating. Please don’t stop taking care of me, Victor. Not when I retire. Not ever.”

“I won’t,” Victor assured him, curling even tighter against Yuuri’s back. The smell of the onsen’s shampoo in his hair felt safe, like home.

“Okay,” Yuuri breathed. Then, “But I really do want to keep going. I want to win with you, Victor.”

“You will,” Victor promised, kissing the back of Yuuri’s head.

“I want to keep skating, but I’m willing to quit so that you can compete without being weighed down by me. I would give it up to make you happy.”

“Yuuri,” Victor warned, “I already told you, making a sacrifice like that wouldn’t make me happy.”

“I know. And I feel the same about you. But that’s where I’m confused.” Yuuri paused, like he was gathering his thoughts. “For you, Victor, I don’t know what the sacrifice is. Is it retiring? Or is it to go back to competing when you don’t want to? I thought I knew, but maybe I guessed wrong.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Victor said in a rush, “I’ll do whatever’s the best choice, Yuuri. I- ”

“Is that what you were thinking when you said you were coming back? That it was the best choice?”

“It was the best choice,” Victor pointed out.

“For who?”

Victor paused, unsure of how to answer. It had seemed obvious, before now.

“Victor, you’re…” Yuuri began.

Victor held his breath, dreading whatever came next. Whatever it was that Yuuri had wanted to tell him last night.

What Yuuri said stunned him: “You don’t have to do things just to make other people happy. Victor. You’re allowed to ask for what you want. You’re even allowed to demand it. I won’t always be able to give it to you, but I promise to try.”

“Yuuri,” he started to argue, but then Yuuri began stroking his forearm and Victor fell silent.

”Can we just try something? Just be Victor. No one knows your name, no one expects anything from you. What do you want?”

Victor, who had been floored more than once during the course of this conversation, felt suddenly cut loose. He started to breathe erratically, like he couldn’t get in enough air, but then Yuuri took one of Victor’s hands and pressed it flat against his chest, and Victor could feel his ribs expanding and contracting, and he tried to match the rhythm.

“I don’t know,” he said when his breathing had finally steadied.

“Try?” Yuuri urged.

“I don’t know if I should say,” he whispered.

“Is it too much?” Yuuri guessed.

Victor nodded, pressed his lips to Yuuri’s hair.

“Victor. Has anything you’ve done so far been too much?” Yuuri asked.

Victor wanted to argue that yes, it had been, every moment beginning with him showing up to coach Yuuri unannounced. But then the evidence to the contrary shifted in his arms, moving somehow even closer, and he reconsidered.

Too much was just fine with Yuuri. Maybe this would be okay.

He started with the most obvious one: “I want to go home with you.”

“You will. In four hours.”

“Every day,” Victor clarified.

“Good. I want you to.”

“I want to get another dog. A rescue. With you.”

“Me too,” Yuuri agreed easily.

He thought about that little triangle pin affixed to his rain jacket back home. “I want to stay in Hasetsu.”

“Okay.”

He squeezed Yuuri’s hand, “I want to buy a house with you.”

“Okay,” Yuuri’s voice was trembling. He curled around Victor’s arms, and Victor curled up with him.

“I want to get married in the summer. I know it will be too hot and not as pretty as the spring, when the cherry blossoms are blooming, but I don’t know - I just feel like… the summer is important for us.”

“Yes,” Yuuri whispered, “Yes, Victor, yes.”

They lay quietly for a moment, Victor’s heart pounding so hard he was sure Yuuri could feel it. He felt electrified, like he needed to run yelling through the halls, or leap between tall buildings, or kiss Yuuri until they missed their flight and had to stay in Barcelona another night.

Or do a quad flip.

The thought had barely entered his mind before Yuuri asked, “Do you want to skate?”

He considered it. He obviously wanted to skate with Yuuri. He wanted to skate with him forever. But as for the rest of it?

“I don’t know,” he said truthfully.

Yuuri turned, then, to face him. He looked carefully at Victor, as though scrutinizing a rare treasure. Then, he leaned forward until their noses brushed. Victor took the invitation and kissed him.

It was soft, but Victor’s heart started racing again anyway.

When Yuuri pulled away, he reached up and ran his fingers across Victor’s cheek and into his hair.

“It’s okay to not know,” Yuuri said.

Was it?

Victor’s thoughts must have read clearly on his face, because Yuuri repeated: “It is okay to not know.”

“Yuuri,” Victor murmured, reaching for him, and then they were kissing again.

When they broke apart this time, Yuuri said, “Will you do me a favor, though?”

“Anything.”

“Will you schedule some coaching sessions with Yakov?”

Victor frowned.

Yuuri went on, “You’ll need them if you’re going to prepare two programs for Worlds.”

Victor was startled. “I don’t see- ” he began.

“They don’t need to be new programs, I know you have a bunch you’ve never performed. But you know the ISU will invite you even if you don’t compete at Nationals. And when that happens - yes, it will happen,” Yuuri emphasized at the look on Victor’s face, “When that happens, I want you to be able to turn them down because you want to, not because you have to. I want you to have a real choice.”

“Yuuri,” Victor breathed. His chest ached.

“If I am going to take you from the world,” Yuuri said with a tiny, satisfied smile, “I want to do it properly.”

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queenxxxsupreme · 4 years ago

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Howdy! Since you were in the mood for fluffy Eskel, I have this image of him searching through the house looking for his spiky jacket and goes to ask reader if she's seen it only to find her wearing it and smirking at him. If it were a shirt I don't think he'd care, but he probably wants that back😂 Maybe him chasing her ending in tickles and cuddles? But all of this only if you want! Thank you for sharing your talent with us and congratulations on 1,200 followers! You earned every one of us!

A/N: That spiky jacket (I learned is called a gambeson) makes me sooooo weak. And thank you babe! I hope you enjoy this!

Warnings: mentions of being pantless??? slight sexual tension but mostly fluff

Eskel let out a huff, throwing the trousers in his hand down onto the bed. Frustrated, he sat down on the edge of the bed. Yellow eyes flickered around the room as he searched his mind for where he had last sat his gambeson down.

He ran a hand over his face, groaning. He knew where he had left it last. He’d put it on the back of a chair in the barn. It needed to be washed badly and he didn’t want to bring it into the house.

Then a thought hit him. You had been doing laundry earlier that day. Perhaps you grabbed his gambeson.

The witcher stood and made his way out into the kitchen. You weren’t there, so he moved around to the main room where he could hear your heart beating.

“Hey, doll? Have you seen my-,” He stopped mid sentence, eyes spotting his red gambeson with black spikes.

You were wearing, laying on the floor in front of the fireplace on your stomach. A book was laying open on the floor in front of you.

You lifted your head to look at your witcher.

“What’s the matter, love?” You asked, playing coy. You gently kicked your feet back and forth in the air behind you.

“I was looking for that.” He nodded to you, eyes flickering down to the gambeson. “I’ve been searching the whole house for it. Thought maybe you’d taken it to wash or something.”

“I did.” You sat up on your knees. “But then once it finished drying I couldn’t just put it down. It’s so warm on the inside.”

“Sorry to break it to you, doll, but I’m going to need that back. Got wind of a hunt just a little ways away from here.”

Silence fell between you two as you held his gaze. The light smirk on your lips grew and Eskel could hear your heart begin to race.

You were on your feet and darting out of the room before he knew it.

He barked out a laugh, then followed you.

You glanced back over your shoulder, spotting him right on your heels. He wasn’t going to give you time to run away from him.

Your laughter warmed the witcher and the smile on your lips made him smile.

You made it into the edge of your room when strong hands grabbed you. A squeal left your lips. Eskel held you close, his arms snaking around you. He kissed the side of your neck and then your cheek.

“As much as I’d love to stay here and chase you around all day, doll, there’s a Leshen that needs to be dealt with.”

You frowned, turning around in his arms. You put your hand on his chest, enjoying the feeling of the dark thatch of hair that covered him.

“Be safe.” You softly told him.

“I’m always safe.” He kissed your cheek, then started to take the gambeson off of you.

You turned around to let him take it off properly, then you moved to retrieve one of his shirts from the wardrobe.

“Don’t you have any of your own clothes to wear?” He chuckled, tossing the gambeson down onto the bed.

“I do, but none of them smell like you.” You smiled shyly at him.

He drew you back in, his hand gently grabbing your wrist. He pulled you into his arms, hands slipping beneath the shirt you wore to tickle you.

You tried to shout his name but you were laughing too much. His fingers worked up your sides and over your ribs.

You collapsed onto the bed, trying to curl up and evade his hands.

He didn’t linger for too long after, knowing very well he needed to leave.

“Maybe one of these days you won’t take my clothes.” He leaned down over top of you, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “You’re lucky I don’t need that shirt.”

You smiled, watching him move to the wardrobe to change.

“Maybe yoI should just give me one of your shirts.” You suggested, propping yourself up on one elbow. “Maybe then I wouldn’t steal all yours. I’d have one for myself.”

“Then I wouldn’t have enough shirts!” He laughed softly.

“But I miss you when you’re gone.” You frowned. “Having something to put on that smells like you.”

He frowned too. You moved to sit on your knees at the end of the bed.

“We’ll figure something out. I’ll only be gone the rest of the day. Should be back tonight.” Eskel cupped your face, tilting your head up so you had no choice but to look at him. “I love you.”

“Love you too.” Your eyes fluttered shut momentarily as he kissed between your brows.

His thumb brushed over your cheek, relishing in your warm, soft touch. He didn’t want to leave. The last thing he ever wanted to do was leave. But a Leshen could lead to casualties.

The quiet witcher gave you one last kiss to the lips before he left, taking his gambeson with him.

You sat back on your ankles, wrapping your arms around yourself. For a few moments, you sat there thinking. At first, the thoughts were happy. You wanted to have dinner ready and still warm for Eskel when he got home. It would be a late dinner, but you could sit with him and help him post-hunt.

But then the thoughts became dark. What if he never returned? What if this was his last hunt? What if that was your last kiss from him?

You rubbed your eyes and decided to lay down. If you took a nap, maybe the day would go by quicker and you’d have your witcher sooner.

You sighed, climbing underneath the blankets on his side of the bed.

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sweetcheol · 5 years ago

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college boyfriend!sehun

—genre: fluff

—au: college, friends to lovers

—pairing: oh sehun x reader

—song to listen to while reading: fall again — klang

—word count: 2.2k

—warning(s): mentions of sex, sehunnie being the best boyfriend ever, choking on chips ??? (but it’s nothing bad, i promise)

sehun was your netflix binging partner before he was even your friend

okay ... he was your netflix binging partner before you even knew his name

you guys were in an ethics class together

and it was one of those common classes everyone in uni had to take no matter their major, so it was like 60 of you in a huge ass classroom

so you resorted to the only alternative to keeping you awake during 2 hour long, powerpoint based, boring lectures:

yoy got the best out of your netflix subscription plan

god bless airpods bc you could just hide them with your hair and nobody ever noticed anything

except for sehun

who conveniently sat one seat to the left on the row above you

so he had the perfect view to your laptop screen

and had watched the whole fifth season of peaky blinders with you

of course he never told you bc that... that would have been kind of weird

so he just kept to himself and tried his best to keep on being your anonymous netflix partner

he had even started to buy himself some snacks to munch on during class and was truly living his best life

until you finished peaky blinders ... and were about to start watching crash landing on you

sehun just ... sehun loved that show, okay?

so when he saw the intro pop on your laptop he started choking on his shrimp chips, creating a commotion

like ... even the professor stopped talking and asked him if he was okay, causing everyone to turn around and face him

red-faced, choking him

even you, who had paused the show and turned around in your seat so quickly he thought you’d cracked your neck

and in that moment, sehun did the only thing he could think of

which in that case meant bolting straight out of the classroom coughing like a madman

and just like the concerned netflix partner classmate you were, you had walked out right after him

“yah! don’t run, let me help you!”

and tbh ... sehun had never expected to turn around and come face to face with you, holding a bottle of water for him to sip on

that alone helped him stop coughing

he reluctantly accepted the water while turning beet red in the face

so the two of you sat down on a set of stairs that were near the classroom while sehun drank his water

he was trying his best to zone you out, eyes set on the floor and only focusing on the bottle in his hand

bc that had been ... embarrassing, to say the least

and he had asked you, in the smallest voice possible to please wait until class was over to pick ur things up bc he didn’t wanna go in and then interrupt the lecture again

so you granted him his wish

and when people started piling out of the classroom, you were like well

and sehun didn’t even say anything to u before he walked back inside, took his backpack with him and walked away

so you were like ???? as you stashed your laptop in ur bag and walked back to your dorm

you didn’t see him the next class

and since the room was so big you were like wtf did he sit someplace else

you couldn’t even watch your show in peace that day bc ... what had you even done to him

the lesson after that ... you were resigned

whatever was his problem you wouldn’t mind

but then someone placed a blue thunder gatorade on your desk with a hot pink post it pasted on the cap

“spare airpod ???”

and sehun was sat on the chair next to yours, drinking from his own gatorade bottle while he waited for your response

so you fished the earbuds from your bag and extended your hand, one of them resting on your palm

sehun took it

and the two of you watched the third episode of the show together

the two of u didn’t speak much though

he’d muttered a soft “thank you” when returning the airpod when class was done and that was it

but then he sat next to you the following lesson

and the next one

a couple of weeks after that he started giving you bags of chips and cookies alongside the gatorade

until you had finished a couple of dramas

... and the semester

the two of you were quite bummed the last day of classes

bc neither of you had seen the other one in any other classes so you were sure you weren’t in the same major

and sehun had only said “it was very nice meeting you” after the last class was over

and that was it

or u thought

until half-way through the summer, you had finally found enough willpower to clean your backpack

and had found a cute little note on the bottom of it

from none other but your cute, tall classmate

“maybe we could hang out and actually talk sometime?” alongside his phone number

and at first you were like oh a month has gone by, he won’t remember me

but then you wrote a simple “hey, it’s (y/n) from ethics”

and sehun almost ... choked once again when he read it

bc he though you just weren’t going to text him at all

and so the two of you started talking

he was very funny and easy-going, so you became friends pretty fast

you texted all through-out the summer

and ofc sehun told chanyeol, his best friend and roomate, about it

which prompted chanyeol to tease him 24/7 abt how he should just ask you out

and sehun was like “it’s not like that”

but everyone could see it was like that

so sehun was like ... okay i might

and he was like “so i was thinking ... maybe we could go to the movies”

and you were like !!!!!! red code !!!!!! alert !!!!!! oh my gOD

bc you had been like ... crushing on him ever since the chip incident

and answered him like “yeah that’d be nice”

a few days after you went to the movies

and were both a mess at first but the date actually turned out pretty well bc you went for dinner afterwards and everything ran out pretty smoothly

sehun was like OOOOOOH YEAH I’M UR BOYFRIEND NOW ... right after he walked you to your door

but you weren’t complaining bc you liked him a lot too

SO NOW

onto the relationship

ngl you are like low-key done with him the week after you start dating bc he is ... a little shit

like if he feels he isn’t getting enough attention he’ll go like “(y/n) that’s so unfaiiiiiiiiir”

but then he’ll start playing around with vivi and you’re standing there like okAY

and if you tell him he’ll get all sassy and go like “i knEW u just can’t live without me”

but then when you spend enough time with vivi and he starts running to you instead of sehun ... he goes like “wAIT (y/n) he’s MY son wtf”

but inside he’s like “that’s OUR son oh my god”

gets low-key jealous of all the lead actors of the dramas you watch together

like suddenly you’ll turn around and he’s pouting

but he forgets about it halfway through the episode

even though you two aren’t in the same class anymore he likes studying together

and is always buying snacks for your study dates

he’ll study for like 15 min and then will start pouting bc he wants kisses

wears a lot of hoodies and sweatpants but will also clean up somedays bc he wants to look nice for you

will very subtly leave his hoodies at your dorm

he thinks it’s romantiquè

and you’re very grateful for it bc he’s very tall and thus his hoodies are very cozy

you kinda want to kill him sometimes but he’s definitely the kind of guy that calls you at three am just because he wants to talk to you“i just wanted to hear your voice”

and he’s just laying in his bed smiling like a fool while you tell him about your day

you both end up constantly falling asleep over the phone but neither of you mind

and then chanyeol enters the apartment and sees him passed out on the couch with his phone in hand and your name on his screen

it’s safe to say sehun’s not going to live it down

i don’t think he’d be a big fan of pda

so in public, you kinda only hold hands

he might give you a little kiss from time to time but that’s pretty much it

oh but in private ... he can’t keep his hands off you

and your butt

he gives the best hugs ever??? and it doesn’t help that he loves hugging you

forehead kisses

so so so many forehead kisses

definitely takes advantage of his height

for that, and for placing stuff on high places so that he has to help you on getting them down

lowkey touches your butt when he’s doing it

okay but when you’re ... doing the do

sehun’s a switch

i feel like he’d either be such a whiny sub or a very ... whiny dom (but he’d still be very soft ngl)

(i mean he’s the spoiled maknae for a reason)

favorite thing ever is when you ride him and he can just hold your hips really tight and guide your movements so they can match his

moans so fucking loud you’re sure your entire floor can hear the two of you

i’m not sure he’d be a very kinky lover

like i feel he’d be pretty vanilla

but i mean ... he dances ... his hips can ... do things

so it’s not like it’s anything bad, you know ????

a huge fan of hickeys

but on more ... private places

like he’ll never leave one on your neck

but your chest is a completely different story

bc he doesn’t leave them so that people can see them

he leaves them so he can see them and remind himself that you’re his

that you chose him

that was really sappy

he’s a dance major

and he’s always asking you to go with him to practices

both bc he loves being with you and bc he likes it when you watch him dance

he’s a tease and we all know it

he’d run his hands over his hair and smirk all the time bc he knows you’re looking at him

sometimes he even takes off his shirt and acts like it’s just bc of the heat

and you blush so hard and he’s just like 😌

but also when he has a show or presentation or something

he gets so so so so nervous

but then he spots you in the crowd and just smile a bit bc you’re there, supporting him, and that’s all that matters

his phone background is this selfie the two of you with face masks on

you had your hair up in a bun and both of you were lounging in sweats

you had been playing around with snapchat filters and accidentally took the sweetest photo ever

so he asked you to send it to him

and he set it up as both his lock screen and his home screen

yours is a mirror selfie you took when you were watching him practice

you were taking a photo and when sehun noticed he came to give you a kiss on the cheek

and it was the sweetest thing ever

he literally sends you each and every selfie he takes

and sometimes goes like “hey does this look okay?”

and sometimes it’s more like “your boyfriend is so hot wth”

and just as he takes so many selfies so he can send them to you

he also likes taking photos with you

literally everywhere you two go

he either takes a selfie or asks someone to take a picture of you

and everyone he asks always thinks you’re the most adorable couple ever

bc the love you two have for each other is like so obviously there

and he gets so soft whenever people tell him that

even when it’s chanyeol who says it

truth is chanyeol loves you because of how happy you make sehun

he once told you when you got back home from a club

and like ... you were kinda, slightly, a little bit drunk

and hearing him say that only made you feel like you were walking on clouds even more

bc if anyone asked you to describe just how happy sehun made you ... you were sure you weren’t going to find enough words to describe the feeling

even though he usually is like hell yeah i’m a cool bf

he gets really sappy at night (and when’s drunk)

and goes on and on about how much he loves you and he’s happy he found you

bc you always get that look in your eyes that make his heart melt

bc he’s the sweetest boyfriend ever

and it doesn’t help that he’s my ult bias bc i reallyyyyyyyy wanna date college!boyfriend sehun 🤧

#requests are open :)#exosnet #sehun scenario #sehun smut #exo scenarios #exo smut #sehun imagine #exo imagine #sehun boyfriend au #exo boyfriend au #type: [bulletpoints]#marwrites

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gloster · 5 years ago

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FAVORITE FANFICS OF 2019

HAPPY NEW YEAR’S EVE & HAPPY 2020 TO YOU ALL.

So this was a fun post I did last year, inspired by the dozens of Favorite Books of 2018 by the booktubers I followed and I thought to myself: why not do a little something something for the fanfics that stood out to me, stuck me with throughout the year.

Last year I read insanely amazing reads, and if you’re interested to see what were my favorite fanfics of 2018, here’s the link: past favs

For this year, I read sooooooo many incredible fanfics that it was hard to narrow it down to just 10. And the funny thing is, a good portion were from the same author, so it was insanely hard picking the top one.

I implore all of you reading and following me to try the tag-and please tag me. Always on the hunt for fanfic recs. I also am curious to hear the favorites from the following people: @kila09, @sebbies, @bookstakeyoutootherworlds, @scarlet47, @fleetofshippyships, @eyelashesandentropy, @tired-luxis, @dreamydrarry, @mothermalfoy, @profoundfelicity & @goldentruth813

Without any further ado, here are my top 10 favorite fanfics for 2019:

1). Soup-pocalypse and The Great Curry Cataclysm by SqaudOfCats/ @norelationtoatticus (drarry)

Summary: Eleven years after the war, Draco Malfoy leads a quiet, boring, and perfectly respectable life, thanks very much. Or, at least he does, until a sudden and very unexpected veela awakening causes him to throw soup all over Harry Potter in the middle of the Ministry cafeteria.

If the summary alone doesn’t get you to immediately click on the link and read, I don’t know what to say. But I can say this. SqaudofCats has become my new drarry favorite author period. I read all of her drarry stories, loved them all, and am hoping she does more.

This story, in one word, was a GEM. A FUCKING GEM. It was so so so good.There were so many good elements: Veela Draco, Dad Harry raising Teddy, Draco learning how to cook, a strang but HILARIOUS courtship involving food that I didn’t realize how much I needed until this story. It was also a perfect blend of fluff with so many cute moments and angst, which thankfully didn’t involve the couple but had to do with Harry’s mental health and PTSD post-war.

I read this story back in May and I still think about it. Have to stop myself from reading because I have so many fanfic tabs. But it is so good. It’s so addicting. Highly recommend.

Honorable mentions from this writer:

*Gift for Draco

*Nearly Lost Things, Carefully Tended

2). Cinderfella by @goldentruth813 (sheith)

Summary: Takashi Shirogane is exactly the kind of man Keith likes; built like a brick house with a smile sweet enough to rot teeth and a heart of gold. Of course he’s also YouTube famous and worlds out of Keith’s league. The closest he can get to his pseudo-celebrity crush is when he watches Shiro’s videos from the safety of his bed. Or so he thinks.

This incredible bean of a human being, this incredible writer is the reason I was pulled into the sheith ship long before I finally got into the show-and then had me drag @kila09 into the incredible maddness that is Shiro and Keith and the crew....and the disappointing season 8 that I am still pissed about. But yes @goldentruth813 is the reason why I got pulled into this ship, and this fanfic is the story that sealed my love for sheith and made them my 3rd favorite ship of all time.

This story is a fun, hilarious modern twist of Cinderella that obviously involves two guys, one is who a popular Youtuber and the other who is a hardcore super fan who meet in the most surprising circumstances and come back together in the most hilarious of ways. With our classic glass slipper being a beloved leather jacket.

It’s so stinking cute. It’s so hilarious. And it’s so weird since, while I do appreciate the fairytale, Cinderella isn’t one of my favorites but I’m a sucker for a good retelling of it. And this was so good.

Honorable mention by this writer:

*Safe Haven

3). Burn the Witch by @lettersbyelise (drarry)

Summary: When Harry Potter is sent in to investigate Draco Malfoy’s successful potions company, posing as Draco’s bodyguard, he doesn’t know the case will launch a series of events that will change his life — and Draco’s. A story about choices, scars, Chopin piano pieces, and finding all kinds of love in the most unexpected places.

Let’s be honest here. At this point, are we really surprise to see this story here , featured in a favorites/rec list? Are we honestly surprise? At this point, I feel every drarry-shipping reader has read it. Devoured it. And praised it.

This story pretty much took over the drarry community the way Red, White & Royal Blue took over the book world. There wasn’t a day when I didn’t see Burn the Witch featured in a drarry fanfic recs post, saw posts praising it. Fanart of it, edits for it, and several mood-boards. It was THAT STORY. And I am proud to say it was worth THE HYPE.

Because it’s so well-known, I’m not going into too much detail but I can say it involves Daddy Draco and Scorpius who is precious, Harry in an undercover mission, and has one of the BEST post-war, slow-burn to the point of excruciating drarry relationship I’ve read all year. READ IT.

Honorable mention by this writer:

*Draco Malfoy’s Stupendous Seduction Seminar

*Love Me (Four Times)

4). Evitative by Vichan (drarry)

Summary: In the summer before his fifth year at Hogwarts, Harry is drawn to a room in Grimmauld Place. Like the Gryffindor he is, he enters the room without fear. The room is a library, and Harry is surprised to find that he’s eager to learn.Then he gets the bad news: he’s been accidentally expelled from Hogwarts, and he needs to be sorted again. Everyone is confident that he’ll go straight back to Gryffindor, but with what he's been learning, Harry’s not so sure.

Out of all the stories I have in my list, this is the only one that is currently a WIP. I know some are hesitant with WIPs but this one is so worth it. Another hidden jewel found by chance. This story has to be one of the best slytherin-Harry ever and that shows the Slytherin House and the Slytherins in a positive light while still remaining true to their cunning ways.

5). Up We Go by Oh_Hey_Tae (BTS: Taehyung x Jimin x Yoongi)

Summary: “If you’re a witch that works with plants, then why are all of yours dead? That can’t be good for business.”

The room dims again, and Jimin lifts a hand to flip off the ceiling. Taehyung knows he’s sad and that’s why the shop darkens and he shouldn’t find it funny—but he can’t help it. Because this is ridiculous. The good kind of ridiculous. The amazing kind.

(Or: Taehyung has a green thumb, Jimin runs a magical store, and Yoongi can kind of see dead people.)

Oh my goodness, where on earth do I even begin with this one? I am loss for words. It’s been months since I read it and I am still lost for words on how incredible it is. This story reads like a fairytale. Who am I kidding? This is a fairytale. A beautiful fairytale that is of loss, grief, friendship, family, love, and magic. And a beautiful fairytale that features a poly relationship

I was broken at the last word of the last chapter. Broken. Broken and put back together again.This story was so heartbreaking and heartwarming and I couldn’t think of anything else the whole damn week after I finished it. It was that good.

Honorable mention by this writer:

* Tell Me Again

6). Silence by the Night by @parkkate (drarry)

Summary: After a spell goes horribly wrong, Harry has to deal with the loss of his eyesight. It’s such terrible timing, too, because how is he supposed to find out what Malfoy has been up to in the Room of Requirement? It’s not like he can ask the git, not only because it’s Malfoy, but also because the Slytherin has suddenly lost his voice. While they’re both trapped in the hospital wing, however, Harry discovers there’s so much he didn’t know about Malfoy, and it’s highly intriguing, but also a bit alarming. Where did all these confusing feelings come from all of a sudden? And what is Harry going to do about them?

See no evil. Hear no evil. Speak no evil. That is the best way to sum up this story. The themes of it certainly tie with the story. This story....there is a certain chapter and @parkkate knows what I mean if she remembers my reviews that shattered me. That made me sit down with a gasp because the angst just cut through me in a way that no other drarry fanfic had do to me. @parkkate I hope you know what I mean.

Funny thing is about this fanfic is that it took my lazy butt forever to read it, like months after it was done. And mind you, I’ve seen so much praise and incredible fanart for this fanfic as well. So yeah, I was cursing myself for not getting to it sooner. And it was so so so so damn good that I literally said to @parkkate THIS IS CANON. This is canon. This happened 6th year after the bathroom scene and no one can tell otherwise.

7). You only Live Once by @dreaming-fireflies (viktuuri/victuuri)

Summary: It's when the man is soaring in mid-air under the full moon that Victor gets a good look at him: he's Japanese, with black hair slicked back in a styled look, and a lithe body covered in tight, tight, leather under a navy blue coat.

And when the man lands on the ground again, Victor sees the final piece that captures his heart absolutely and thoroughly – a pair of brilliant, golden eyes.

Victuuri supernatural AU in which Victor is a Western demon hunter and Yuuri is a Japanese half-youkai exterminator.A cross-cultural romantic comedy/drama, with Japanese mythology, shounen action, and slice of life elements.

Literally the summary itself said everything you needed to know, everything that should AND MUST intrigue you enough into reading, that I don’t know if I really have anything to add. But I’ll try to add some of my own input.

Like the summary said, this is a Supernatural-au YOI story, infused with Japanese mythology. Two different shows that shouldn’t work together but somehow did, creating such a fantastic read. I loved it. From beginning to end. I even knew first chapter it was going to be an ultimate favorite of mine. This fanfic just reminded me of my great love for Vikor and Yuuri-and my need for a fucking season two. As well as reminded of the glorious prime days of Supernatural, which in my opinion were seasons 4 & 5. There was action, there was angst, there was mutual and insane pining from both sides, and so many incredible moments to put into words. Seriously, what more could you want?

@dreaming-fireflies, you seriously did the damn thing with this story.

Honorable mentions by this writer:

*Entwining Fates

*Zanka

8). your sharp and glorious thorn by @arahir (sheith)

Summary: To end the war they inherited, Keith marries the King he lead an army against.

“You know, we met once,” the king continues, voice closer, and Keith almost turns. They met many times on the field—but then the king clarifies with a single word. “Before.”

Before he was a king. Maybe before he was a general. Keith has traced his rise like the growth of a seed he planted in clay and never expected to see again for how poorly he sowed it. None of this would have been possible without Keith—not the war, not a line soldier's battlefield promotion, not the end of it all, tied up so neatly by all Keith’s best mistakes. Not the killing, either. The king is right about that much, at least.

This is an arranged-marriage AU story, a trope I don’t love too much unless it’s really well done, and had very strong Game of Thrones vibes. And please note when I said Game of Thrones, I mean Game of Thrones back in its incredible prime, not the shitty season 8 we all agree was a nightmare never to be thought of again. But yes, this story was so good. Arranged marriage, enemies-to-lovers, slowburn. Please read.

9). Your Constellation Prize by rosegardenlake aka @whoalookingcooljoker (sheith)

Summary: Akira is Hollywood's biggest celebrity. He sings, he acts, he models, he does it all and he does it perfectly. That's what Shiro thinks at least, but what would he know? He's just a tired office worker whose dreams fell through years ago. ...But when he sees Akira, oh god, when he sees him - Shiro's world fills with light again.

When Shiro lands an interview to be an assistant at Akira's company, he has a hard time believing it's reality. Though Akira's rarely around, meeting everyone is like a dream. Especially meeting Keith, Akira's shy sweet dorky cousin (OR IS HE?!)

I didn’t realize how much I would liked-love in fact-or needed a celebrity-AU until I read this story. And that’s about all I will say since I feel anything else will probably make things spoilery. But I will this say: these two can be such idiots, but they’re our lovable idiots and they’re so sweet, so soft. Also that this story definitely well-portrayed the dark side of fame.

10). That Old Black Magic by @bixgirl1 (drarry)

Summary: Centuries ago, marriage contracts were the norm — ready-made alliances between families, expected and complied with, without complaint. But norms have a way of changing, and when a long-dormant contract flares to life, Harry has to navigate an unexpected splintering of the path he'd thought would be easy after the war... with Draco Malfoy.

Least but certainly not least: an incredible, incredible drarry story done by the impeccable @bixgirl1.

I know I said that I’m not the biggest fan of the arranged marriage trope since I’ve been let down by so stories that started out promising but disappointed in the end. However, there are a few authors who I can always count on to make this trope into a great story. Such as @beatitudinembty, and also @bixgirl1.

This being is pretty much....I wanna say Sarah J Maas, one of my fav authors, in the drarry community. Everyone knows her. Everyone loves her. Everything she writes always turns into gold, and this latest story by hers was no except. Arranged marriage brings Harry and Draco together in the most infuriating, excruciating, incredibly-done slowburn.

Honorable mentions that I seriously wanted to add to the list but this post is already lengthy. All amazing, all greats reads by various writers y’all should check out:

*Moon-Eyed by @l0vegl0wsinthedark (Veela Draco, werewolf Harry, done by another star in the drarry community

*Expectant by @l0vegl0wsinthedark (drarry mpreg with Veela-Draco & werewolf-Harry)

*Where There is Tea by @bafflinghaze (drarry + bookstore+ tea=goodness)

*The Rules of Matchbreaking @nerdherderette ( drarry: match-maker Draco, oblivious Harry, what more could you want?)

* Come For Me by Frayach (drarry; STEAMY STEAMY smut and disabled rep)

*I Want Your Touch (And I Want Your Love) by @awjiminie (yoonmin with bad boy Jimin, good boy yoongi. What more could you want?)

*Seasons of Love by mucha (BTS; Jimin x Tae x Yoongi; incredibly well-done poly relationship)

Lovely people, that concludes my favorites of 2019. So many fantastic fanfics that I could spend hours gushing over them. To the writers who created these incredible stories. I applaud you. I thank you for creating and sharing these wonderful stories. Anyone interested in doing the tag, please do.

HAPPY NEW YEAR, GUYS.

#favorite fanfics of the year #best fanfics of the year #although they were many #drarry #drarry fanfic recs #drarry recs #sheith #sheith fanfic recs #BTS #BTS fanfic recs #harry potter #voltron #bangtan boys #fanfic recs #fanfics #yoonmin #vmin

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The Stars Between Us [ATEEZ Neighbors AU; Chapter 3]

Pairing: Ateez x Reader [you’ll see in the future ;)]

Words count: 3735

Warnings: no one!

A/n: I’m sorryfor the wait! but Uni started and I had to write this in the time going to class in the bus, in my phone. lol. I Hope you Like it.

A few weeks pased, after that day the guys cameback to the daily idol life they had, so you only saw each other a few times, some of them in the hall or the stairs of the building, other times in the balcony. Your relationship with them became stronger, before yoy knew they were like childhood friends. It was so comfortable to talk with them, sometimes you just joked around, other times it was philosophy or more intimate conversations. There were a few moments you helped them with stuff and they did it for you. But for the most part of the time they weren’t around.

Also, you started at the college there, you were nervous the first and second day, but after that you saw that, except for a few people, everyone was so nice. You just felt like you were in your hometown beside the culture difference. And that made you so happy.

Your apartment was perfect too, even if your room were a mess most of times you tried to put in order after a week, and the next day it was a mess again. Sometimes you gave up on that, but at the end of the day you ordered again. And a mess again. It was a story without end. But your studies were going so well, so much that it surprised you. Yeah, you were working so hard for that, but it felt so nice when you saw the results of your work.

The first week of partial exams were around the corner, and even if you studied until late at night you didn’t want to fail when everything was going so well. So you studied in the bus, in the train, in the street. And there you were, walking in the middle of the street, Korean feudal history book between the hands. You were trying to memorize the familiar tree from a king from that era, there were a lot of names and all of then were mixed in your head. That’s why you were trying to difference them with what they do and their names.

You were so concentratee on it that you didn’t see the red light that told everyone to stop and don’t cross the street. Everyone except of you.

The sound of a claxon very near to you was what made you to look up from the text, afraid. It wasn’t enough time for you to react, but it was for that pair of hands than took you from your arm. In less than a pair of seconds you were on the ground with firm arms around your body, a scared look in your eyes watching the car pass from on side to the other just a few inches in front of you.

“That was near, oh my god! Don’t read while walking, it’s dangerous!”

You looked at your saviour when you heard that familiar voice, only to see the very scared look of Jongho in front of you. You were alive thanks to him… oh my- you were about to die!

You should look like you saw what was going to happen when Jongho saw how your skin became more pale in seconds. Of course, he was sure you was scared as fuck because of that. That’s why he hugged you in his arms, trying to reassure you that you were safe and sound.

“Hey, i’m here, I’m here. And you’ re fine! Relax, your hero is here”

With that words you laughed a little, calming yourself a bit. Yeah, you were ok, you should only remember to have the eyes on the road. It would be only a call to yourself.

He waited until you were better to stand up and helped you doing the same. Also, he took your book and notes in his hand, the other one patting softly your back. He was smiling, trying to make you do the same. And even if you were ok, to be him secure he holds you a bit when you started walking. Now than a book wasn’t blocking your view you notice that you were only a few streets from home. That’s why Jongho was in the zone.

“What were you reading?” he ask with soft voice. He wanted to distract you so you forgot the last event for a while.

Then, you remember your history exam that scaped your mind and cameback in that moment.

“Oh, yeah! I have a partial exam the next week, and I don’t want to fail…”

At your explanation hi made a sound of understanding, nodding with the head.

“But you study a lot, I’m sure you’ll have a Hundred of hundred” oh, true, you weren’t use to that tipe of ratings yet. In your home country it was different. It was time to get use to.

You looked at him with a fond smile. He was a great guy, he always looked for you. If one day he started to date someone that person would be the luckiest in the world. And if someone hurted Jongho you would fight that shitty person.

“Thanks Jongho… but I just want to be sure I know everything… it’s the first exam I have here and… you know, I’m nervous.”

You bit your lip at the end of your words. He didn’t need it to knew you were. He patted again your back and smiled at you again.

“Then my hyungs and I will help you to relax”

Your eyes opened big at that, denying with the head.

“But, Jongho, you have your work, I don’t want to stress you”

“Are you crazy? You are our friend! You don’t give us strees, if you pass time with us we are sure we’ll have funny memories from that!”

Really, really great friends you thought in your mind. They were so nice.

A pair of seconds passed and it hits you, stopping to walk, Jongho looking at you without understanding why you stopped.

“True! Then I have to go somewhere… ah!” You didn’t let Jongho speak when he was going to ask you what were you saying. “Just tell Seonghwa to don’t make dinner. Tonight you’ll eat dinner at my house!”

He was so much surprised that couldn’t say anything more when you change the direction and walked fast to the near supermarket there. You had to buy a lot of food, korean people eat a lot, and ATEEZ more than normal. You weren’t the best cook, but you would try your best.

He saw you disappear while smiling, looking down to your history book and notes. He should give it to you later, but at least he was sure your mind was far away from the exam. And that was enough.

Jongho entered the building, you were almost there, and went to their place. At the apartment was a controlled chaos; San, Mingi, Yunho and Wooyoung were in the living room, as noisy as always. They were sitting on the sofa and on the floor, playing Mario kart together. It was a race game, but their characters were more fighting with each other than running to win first place.

They were noisy, but Jongho could hear Yeosang’s drone flying in another room. But they weren’t the person he was looking for.

“Jongho-ah, you cameback”

He turned to see his leader coming maybe his room to him. Both of them smiling.

“You were out more time than usual, did something happen?” HongJoong asked without worrying, but curiosity.

“oh, well, almost something happened but- oh, right! Where’s Seonghwa hyung?”

A bit puzzle and still curious about what the youngest was talking about HongJoong pointed to the kitchen.

“He’s going to make dinner already”

“ oh, Wait! Hyung!”

Jongho runned to the kitchen were Seonghwa just stopped his moves when he heard Jongho, looking at him without understanding.

“What is? Jongho. I’m going to-“

“Yes, I know but not today”

At this point everyone in the house was there looking at the youngest of the group, wanting to know why he stopped Seonghwa when he was the one who ate the most.

By the way, he didn’t notice them.

“Our neighbour, she said today she will invite us for dinner”

“What?” A high pitched question crossed the flat from Wooyoung’s mouth.

But the oldest ignored it, as the rest of them, and looked at Jongho.

“But why? Are those her books?”

“Oh, I don’t know. She told me to tell you that when we jump on each other a few minutes ago. And yes, I helped her and she left me with them … I think she went to the market”

Seonghwa was surprised, all of them were. They didn’t understand why you wanted to make the dinner for them. Of course you were friends and all that, sometimes you did things together, so why suddenly this?

“but…we are a lot…” San said breaking the silence.

“and we eat a lot” Yeosang added.

They kept silence again, all of them were thinking what to do. It was so obvious that they couldn’t stop you, they knew you so well at that point of friendship.

You arrived to your flat half n’ hour after you left Jongho on his own. There were big bags full of food in your hands. You knew how much they ate, and it was the second time you were going to try that plate; ramen. You did it one time you wanted to try new things and you didn’t want instant noodles. So you did. But the taste wasn’t the best… Nevermind, you took notes of that fail so this time would be better.

You changed your to more comfortable clothes and went to the kitchen to start cooking, but the bell from the door stopped you. You waited a moment before going to the door and open it. A smile grow in your face at the view of Seonghwa there. After all that time together with the guys you discover that Seonghwa was shy, a little more than he let them see when he was on scene. When he was with the rest of Ateez he had two moods: looking at them like a judging mother or join them and be the most stupid, rude and sexy friend you could ever have. It happen sometimes, and you judged him too when he danced baby shark in a sexy way.

But he usually was so tranquil, when you were with him, only with him and maybe Yeosang, it was relax time. You could talk with him in a calm and low voice or just enjoy the silence. It was so chill.

“Hi” He said softly, in contrast with all the noise coming from the opened door next to yours. It is was like to different worlds.

“Hi!”

“Jongho said that you are going to make dinner for all of us” his voice was cautious, like he was making sure that information the maknae said was true.

“yes! I was going to start doing it now”

He looked at you a bit surprised, you were so hyped with that, and you were truly going to do that.

“But, it has to be a lot of food”

“And it is… it will take me time but I promise and going to make a delicious ramen this time”

“you are going to cook ramen for nine people?!” he exclaimed more surprised than before. “Why?”

At that reaction you laughed a little , that was cute. Maybe he forgot it, time passed from that day.

“And? You made pancakes for nine people too”

You could see the transition from confusion in his face to a new one that let you know he finally remembered.

“Are you doing it because of that? It’stoo much”

“Yes! And it’s not. I want to do it and if I do we can have a good dinner together”

He remained quiet again. Seonghwa was thinking of that, when he thought he moved the corner of his mouth, did Seonghwa knew he did that every time? You though no. But it was adorable.

“Okey, but I will help you” he finally said, and you panicked a little.

“Hwa, it’s not necessarily…”

“I tasted your last ramen” he started. Oh no, you said in your mind, he remembers.

You kept silence for a moment before you let him pass to your home. Hopefully this time everything was in place, you knew how clean the blonde was with everything. Lucky for you he didn’t see your room.

Both of you enter the kitchen, Seonghwa going right to the table to look at the food you just bought. He was making sure you had every ingredient you needed, so if you forgot something you could buy it in time. But you took everything, so he smiled and looked at you.

“Ok, let’s wash our hands so we can start”

“Yes, Captain!” you made him laugh a little with that.

You washed your hands and wait for him to say what to do. Seonghwa was a great cook, and a good teacher. He was so calm and always tried to help others when they needed it. Like you that time.

He told you to cut the vegetables while he was preparing the water and the meat. He was faster than you, obviously. When he ended with his part, he took a look on you. You were passing a difficult time with that damn vegetables.

“You are going to destroy them”

Before you could process what was happening he was behind you, almost hugging you with de diference that his hands were on yours. You froze for a moment, taking time to realise what was he saying. You lost your mind for a moment, that braincell was having a hard time.

“Look, do it like this. It’s easier this way, see?”

He was so gentle doing that. Seonghwa always was, but it stilled impress you. You wish all men were like that.

You followed his moves and instructions, it took you a few times to got it, but when you did you could almost feel the proud smile in Seonghwa’s lips. That was technically impossible, but you passed enough time with those guys to know that little details.

“Perfect! That’s the way.” He congratulated you, taking a step back and coming back to his stuff. “This is gonna taste a way too good, but obviously more than that one you tried to do before”

“Oh my God, you’ll never forget that, will you?”

“That was against food rights”

You laughed at those choice of words, Seonghwa looking at you in a jokely way. He was so comfortable talking with another person that wasn’t his seven friends, he loved them, but sometimes he needed to breath a different air.

The rest of the cooking schedule was calm, a pair of times you heard the others yelling esxh other from the other side of the wall. If you thought about it, your flat and theirs were like to different worlds; theirs so noisy and yours so calm. Even when Wooyoung and San went to yours it stilled calm. A little bit more than the other at least.

The time passed without any of you noticed, it wasn’t until you finished preparing everything and let the food cooking that you saw the hour in your phone.

“Oh my… it’s later than I thought.”

At your words Seonghwa moved his eyes to check the hour in your phone too, looking a bit surprised first, but then he smiled.

“with you time pass fast” he said, making you froze for moment before been able to answer. It was the first time alone with him, and the first time he said a thing like that. A bit cheesy, but comfortable. It was just you weren’t use to that part of him.

“No, it’s because the guys aren’t here making a disaster” you said back, making he laugh and nod at that.

“True”

Silence again. Comfortable silence. But then you had nothing to do except wait until the food was ready. So you started preparing the table for nine people, don’t letting Seonghwa help ypu with that. He did a lot.

“It’s so quiet here…”

“Lonely” you corrected him.

He looked back at you, who were concentrated in been sure there were chopsticks for all of you. His face changeed for a moment, just a pair seconds, and you didn’t see it. That was… sad. He made jokes about how fine he was while cooking without the rest of Ateez being kids around him. But the reality was that at this point his life would lost sense without them. It was impossible to live without the by his side. So, for him, seeing you in that flat living alone was calm, but sad.

After long seconds he spoke again.

“… I’m sure the guys would be exited and fine if you eat with us more times”

You looked at him in surprise again, he was wearing a fond smile in his lips, a Smile you kept looking for long seconds. Seonghwa was so handsome, but that look he had on you in that moment was just… breathless.

“I’m going to sue you”

That smile faded, he was puzzle at your words.

“What?”

“That smile has to be illegal”

And with that he laughed. A true-hearted laugh that filled your chest with happiness. He didn’t expect that answer, but he loved it.

“Wow, thank you so much. It’s an honour receive such beautiful words from the person with the most beautiful one”

Your face turned red. Oh my god, then you hated so much for making you flutter that way. He was proud of himself for doing that to you.

“Ya!” after long seconds to recover you hit him in the arm, he laughed again. “Okey, just stop flirting and go to get your friends while I finish this”

“What you said, My Lady”

“Stop!”

Laughing he exited your house, leaving you alone with your thoughts, trying to recover again and make the flush fade from your face. He looked at your door smiling.

“How cute you can be…”

He said before entering the battlefield that was his own house. You could hear him yelling at the rest of the boys from your spot, followed by a lot of fast steps to you.

The flirt one to appear was Wooyoung, and behind him was the other six boys. The seven of them looked at the table and the food you did with Seonghwa’s help, admiration filling their eyes.

“Looks so good!” HongJoong exclaimed taking a step closer.

“Come on and sit down so you can taste it”

No more words needed, all of them followed your order and sitted down. They first looked at the food and smelled, faces of joy in all of them.

“Just start guys”

“ok!”

Maybe they were a bit nervous because it was the first time of all nine of you eating together or because you were the one who cooked that. But when they started all of them looked at you.

“Can you cook for us everyday” Yunho said.

“Seonghwa hyung, your service aren’t necessary, you can go” Yeosang added. Seonghwa looked so done and used to that at the same time.

“It’s delicious” Jongho added sweetly.

“Jongho, have you bring her books?”

At HongJoong’s words he got pale, so you run to confort him.

“Don’t worry! It was me who forgot them when I gave you before, and you live next door. It’s not a problem if you give me my books latter”

“You are too good”

Mingi was the one who spoke that time, receiving a judging look from the youngest that he answered happily with a smile.

The rest of the dinner were funny and full of joy, you didn’t remember having a time as fun as that one. You hoped you could repeat that night or maybe just pass more time with them like that. It was so perfect. It was so nice.

Night fell and your stomaches were full. That plus the tired all of you were make you in silence. Or almost silence.

“That was so nice… thanks for the dinner” Yunho said, the rest nodding in agreement.

“It’s nothing, Seonghwa helped me a lot”

“Oh, no, no. You did perfect” Seonghwa wanted to thank you too. But you didn’t let him.

“With your help” you laugh.

“Ok, then you rest and we order this” the leader said, starting to take the plates. You tried to refuse, but they didn’t heard you. At the end you let them.

Because they were eight people they did it in a few minutes, coming back to you.

“I think we need to go to sleep” Yeosang’s voice was lower than usual because of the sleepy he was.

“All of us, you too” you looked at Wooyoung when he pointed to you. The truth was you needed it.

“I will”

“Perfect! Now let’s go to our beds. Bye bye!”

“Good night guys”

And your flat fell in silence again. You sighed and went to the bedroom, changed to the pajamas and right to wash your teeth. Then a knock in your door made you stop.

With the toothbrush still in the mouth you opened the door. It was Jongho with your books and notes in his hands.

“I think this is yours”

“Ah, thanks Jongho” you put out the toothbrush to be able to talk. You took your stuff in your arms, smiling at him. “It’s late, go to-…”

Before you knew Jongho was hugging you. Hi was strong as fuck, but the touch was so gentle. That hug was soft and warm. In his arms you felt safe and sound. You felt in home. He smelled well too.

He hugged you for long time, and you didn’t care. You liked it. You liked that sense of comfort. You liked being in his arms.

“Sleep well, don’t stay late studing” he’s voice calmed you more than you already were. Jongho’s voice was beautiful, and that low tone made it softer.

“I will. I promise”

With that he broke the hug, looking at you and smiling.

“Then, see you later”

“Yeah, see you later Jongho”

The door closed, the relaxed feeling was still in you. That night you slept like a baby in theirs mom’s arms.

A/N: tadaaaa, did you like it? I hope you do. I’l try to write the next one as soon as I can!

also; did u survive the comeback? I don’t

#ateez #atiny #ateez fanfic #ateez fic #HongJoong #Seonghwa #yunho #yeosang #san #mingi #Wooyoung #jongho #finally I post it

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imagine-loki · 6 years ago

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The Angry Storm

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: 5/?

AUTHOR: Solaramoonset

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki bringing a little girl to Thor and making him apologize for scaring her to bits with his thunderstorms whenever he’s in a grumpy mood

RATING: General

NOTES/WARNINGS: So far this story has been sweet fluff. This chapter is a little darker, just a little though. Look for the series on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/series/1284584

CHAPTER TITLE: Sparkly and Shiny

Soulmarks are weird things. The universe just kind of throws people together. Its not like the movies, not all soulmarks are romantic. What I mean is not all soulmarks mean a happy ever after, forever kind of love. I have two soulmarks, one romantic and one platonic. Both I meet through my Uncle Steve. At this point I’m sure dad has forbidden Uncle Steve from introducing people to me. Although, to be fair, I was six when I met my platonic soulmate and twenty when I met my romantic. Also to be fair the frist time Uncle Steve spoke to me was introducing my platonic to “a child in a safe and controlled enviroment”. No one expected one of my soulmates to pop up. I’m sure it scared the pants off both Uncle Steve and Dad. I remind my soulmate, he’s human, he reminds me its ok to be scared and to let others help me through my fears. He’s my best friend, and even if he wasn’t gay, anything romantic would just be weird. He’s known since I was a child for pete’s sake.

“Daddy, are the other people in the tower my Aunts and Uncles?”

“Not in the tradtional sense, but I supose we are as close as family.”

“Should I call them Aunt and Uncle?”

“If you like, however you will have to ask them first and we will have to come up with some distinction for Thor. That oaf will be offended otherwise.”

“Since we’re all a family that means you won’t send me back to the orphanage, right?” I turned hopeful eyes up to dad.

“Send yoy back? Marionette where would you get an idea like that? You are my daughter forever more.”

“Well its been almost six months. When people leave the orphanage, they come back at six months, or not at all. I’ll be good I promise!” Dad grabbed me and held me in a tight hug, his head resting on mine.

“Little one, you are home. We are your family. You will not be sent back.” I wrapped my arms around dad’s neck. I didn’t want to tell him I had been “adopted” once before. After an awkward six months with only a “mom”, I had been sent back to the orphanage. I didn’t know how to tell him I was terrified he’d send me back too, so terrified I had begun having nightmares.

“Let’s have a special day. Stark has a pool, Natasha has been wanting to take you swimming. Let’s have a lazy pool day. We’ll invite everyone.” Dad looked down into my eyes. I nodded hesitantly. I didn’t know how to swim, but I didn’t want to disapoint him.

“FRIDAY, can you have Natasha come meet us?” Loki called.

“Right away.” Natasha was knocking on the door within minutes. Dad set me down to let her in.

“Thank you for coming by so quickly. We both have something to ask of you. Marionette, would you like to go first?” I walked slowly over to Aunt Nat and looked up into her smiling face.

“MissNatashacanIcallyouAuntNatasha?” I squeaked out.

“I’m sorry Solnyshko, I didn’t understand that. Take a deep breath and try again for me?” I did as she asked and took a deep breath.

“Miss Natasha, may I call you Aunt Natasha?” I looked up with pleading eyes.

“No Solnyshko, but you may call me Aunt Nat. Only my favorite people get to call me Nat.” Aunt Nat winked at me. I looked up in awe, tears in my eyes from her initial no. I launched myself at her legs, sobbing thank you’s.

“Now Natsha for my favor. Would you take Marionette to get some swimwear? I’m not sure what midgardians wear. We’re having a family pool day. I will be inviting all of Marionette’s Uncles.”

“Of course. I know the perfect shop.” While dad and aunt Nat were talking I thought about something special to call Thor.

“Daddy since Mr. Thor makes stroms maybe I can call him Stormie?”

“That idiot will love it.” Dad kissed my forhead and headed out.

“Aunt Nat…”

“Yes Solnyshko?”

“How do you swin?”

“I will teach you, and we’ll pick up some floaties to go with your swimsuit.” Later while we were trying on swimsuits I noticed a line of script running along Aunt Nat’s bicep.

“Aunt Nat! you have words too!” I pointed to her arm. Aunt Nat nodded down at me.

“Do you have words Solnyshko?” I nodded and showed off my stomach. Aunt Nat studied my two sets of words for a few minutes.

“You are very special, having two marks is a rare gift.”

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Together Aunt Nat and I walked into the room with the pool. It looked like Uncle Tony had devoted an entire floor just for this one room. Uncle Tony was there with a posh looking red head I hadn’t met yet, she smiled sweetly and waved at us. Dad was talking to Uncle Clint and Stormie. I made my way over to them.

“Mr. Barton?” I called and gently tugged on his shorts. He knelt dow in fornt of me.

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“Can I call you Uncle?” Uncle Clint stared at me with wide eyes. He looked up at Loki a wide smile breaking out on his face. Picking me up he twirled us around.

“I’m an Uncle!!! Did you hear that you guys??”

“Calm down Clint. Solnyshko, you don’t have to use his last name anymore. You can call him Clint as well.”

“Ok Aunt Nat.” After Uncle Clint put me down I went to Stormie. He had a sad look on his face.

“You wish to ask to call me Uncle as well, little one?” He asked me. I shook my head and smirked up at him.

“No. You’re not just an uncle, you're my Stormie. You keep the thunder away, that’s so much better than a boring old uncle.” Stormie hugged me tightly as we ignored Uncle Clint’s protests that Uncles weren’t boring.

“Come Solnyshko, let’s get in the water.” Aunt Nat offered me her hand. We walked to the shallow end of the pool. She was very gentle with me, and I tried to pay attention but I kept sneaking glances at dad. I wanted him to notice me doing well. At one point I noticed Uncle Steve go up to dad, they seemed to have an argument, but I couldn’t hear what they were saying, we were too far away.

“Marionette, Natsha will you both come here please.” Dad was frowning, he never frowned at me. I took hold of Aunt Nat’s hand and half hid behind her leg as we approached them.

“Hi Marionette, I’m Steve. I have a friend I’d like to to meet in a safe and controlled environment. No matter what happens, you’re safe ok? You’ve got your dad and Natsha right by you-”

“Scare her amymore and I’ll introduce you to your spleen.” Dad hissed. Uncle Steve looked from dad to me, wide eyed and half hidden behind Aunt Nat still.

“Right. let’s get started shall we? Thor if you could stand by Natsha… Thanks. Hey Buck, come on over.” Slowly a rough looking man came over. At first I thought he was a hobo, but I noticed his cloths were too new, too nice. His arm caught the light and seemed to sparkle. I squealed and run out in front of Natsha.

“Sparkly and shiny! Can I touch it?” A horrified look came over his face.

“What did you just say?!?” Uncle Steve whispered towering over me. Dad looked murderous, I didn’t understand the look wasn’t directed at me. I began to back up, tears starting to fall down my cheeks.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean it. I’ll be better. I can be good! Don’t send me back.” I continued to back up, not noticing the pool edge. I was beginning to shake.

“Solnyshko, you’re not in trouble. I need you to stop moving, and tell me where you think we’d send you?"Aunt Nat’s vioce was so soft, so gentle.

"The orphanage its-” I tumbled backwards into the water. I tried to remember what Aunt Nat had said earlier but nothing seemed to work and I kept sinking. When I thought I’d never get to the surface again, a shiny arm wrapped around me and hualed me back up. For me I was underwater an eternity but later I would be told it was closer to fifteen seconds. I coughed and sputtered as the man Uncle steve had called Buck patted my back.

“Listen to me doll, I don’t know whats exactly going on but I promise you, there’s no way in hell you’re going back to an orphanage.” I stared at him in wonder as Aunt Nat started cursing in Russian. That was the moment I knew I was home, these people were my family. I finally had a home and family. I was safe and wanted.

“Those are my words.” I whispered. The sound had barely left my lips before I was pulled from Bucky. Dad craddled me to his chest as Stormie called Mjolnir.

“Marionette I’m not sure why you think someone is going to send you away. Good or evil, well behaved or not, you are my daughter. You are NOT going anywhere. I will kill anyone who tries to take you from me, or tries to send you away.” My lip trembled and I sobbed hugging dad tightly.

“As for you Barnes, you may have supervised visitation only with my daughter and only becuase you saved her. You lay one finger out of line and I’ll happily send you to Helheim, as slowly and painfully as possible. Rodgers, we will see exactly how much pain it takes for you to die.” Dad growled at Uncle Steve and Bucky. Stormie coughed and muttered something I couldn’t hear.

“Fine you stupid oaf. We will see how much pain until he passes out. Repeatedly. Marionette tommorw I think I will introduce you to the joys of stabbing people. You have my permission to stab Rodgers or Barnes anytime you wish. Now my sweet daughter, lets go home.” I waved over Dad’s shoulder as he stormed away.

END

#Loki #God of Mischief #Father #Submitted fic #Solaramoonset #The Angry Storm #chapter 5 #submission

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touchmycoat · 5 years ago

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kinktober: day 28

day 28: writing on the body

this wasn’t meant to be sickfic, much less incomplete sickfic, but here we are. I’ll finish, clean, and post to AO3 later.

The rendezvous was on a summer island once more, the air so superheated this time that even Ace wanted to run around fully nude. He couldn’t feel excessively hot or anything, what with literally being fire and all—it was just the atmosphere the whole island brought about. It made him want to sweat and run for a dunk in a freshwater lake or wrestle someone for an icy shower.

Others didn’t have it so easy. Thatch’s hair had gone fully limp since day zeroth, whatever he used to keep up the ‘do melting and dripping off his forehead in nasty milky trails. Marco was okay, though little licks of blue fire keep getting spotted on his exposed skin, healing the sunburns he swore he didn’t get.

Sabo, when he got to the island, promptly took off all his clothes.

“Don’t,” he ordered, dunking his hands into the tub of water that had gone tepid in a matter of minutes after Ace prepared it, “touch me, ‘cause I won’t be held responsible for what I’ll do.”

“Aw, babe, I’ve missed you too,” Ace replied, tone as dry as Sabo’s hair was wet, now that he’s gone and sank his entire head into the water. “Aren’t Revolutionaries supposed to be hardier? You’re gonna let a little heat wave get you down?”

“I may also be running a little fever,” was Sabo’s admission. Ace scanned him in alarm, and now noticed an unnatural pink flush under his skin. “Everything is unpleasant and I’m dying.”

“I’m assuming that’s hyperbole.”

“Well I don’t keep sucking a doctor’s dick for no reason—where the fuck is Marco?”

Exploring, was the answer to that, and Sabo looked as impressed with it as Ace expected him to—which is to say, not at all.

“The one time I need him,” Sabo cursed in blatant mistruth. ��That’ll teach me to ever trust again. There’s no way around it then—Ace, we have to go old school.”

“Unless you’ve brought your own eel’s blood, I can’t help you there,” Ace answered warily.

“I meant—”

“Nor do I have ginger root and all the necessary needles.”

With a sigh of frustration, Ace approached and hovered his hand about Sabo’s forehead, taking heed of Sabo’s warning against physical contact and hoping, sometime in the past five minutes, his fruit has given him some miraculous sensitivity to temperature in air convection. It hasn’t, but Sabo heaved a sigh of his own, and sullenly leaned his head into Ace’s hand.

“...Yikes.” It took a moment for Ace to translate the sensation on his hand to a normal human context. “You’re really burning.”

“If you truly love me,” Sabo muttered, peeling his head away with a grunt, “you’d go hunt an eel.”

“If I truly love you,” Ace corrected, pulling a den den mushi out of his bag, “I’d call Marco.”

One of Marco’s division members picked up.

“Hey Commander!” was Aoi’s cheery greeting. “Gimme a sec, our Commander’s left us a bit behind.”

“Just put me on the loudest volume,” Ace advised. As soon as she did, Ace yelled into the sparse canopy of trees in the broadcast, “hey Marco! Sabo’s dying!”

A beat. A burst of blue flames. A familiar face emerging with a frown.

“I’m assuming that’s hyperbole, yoi.”

“How would you know?” Sabo complained, not even looking at the den den mushi, so bleary-eyed he was and swaying on the spot. “You’re not here to anally probe me with a thermometer or anything.”

Giggling, and a cough. “Thanks, Aoi, I’ll take it from here.” Marco took his den den mushi and walked off down a more secluded path, waving his exploration team ahead. He wove between thick purple tree trunks until finally settling against one, staring into his side of the projection with overt concern. “Are you feverish? What symptoms are there yoi, and when did they start?”

This time, when Sabo opened his mouth to speak, a pallor suddenly washed across his face. He ended up tossing his head back in determined swallows, Adam’s apple bobbing as the tendons in his throat stood out in stark relief.

“Well,” Ace took over in dismay, “I think it’s safe to say he’s experiencing nausea. No coughing or sniffling so far. He just came in with a fever and didn’t want me to touch him.”

“Oh?” Marco took in the sight of Sabo standing completely nude, presumably assessing the cause. “Sabo, is it just general sensitivity, or does contact with your skin actually hurt?”

“Hurt is relative,” Sabo said, because even halfway to incoherent he needed to be difficult, “but I’m guessing you’re not telling me to compare it to being burned alive by actual fire.”

“Good guess yoi, I’m not telling you to do that,” was Marco’s flat reply. “Just compare being touched right now to, oh, your regular old knife wound.”

“Then sure, it hurts.”

“Okay any wounds, potential infections? Insect bites?”

“Not that I can see,” Ace reported, after an inspecting circle around Sabo. “Do you think he was poisoned then?”

“I mean, maybe?” Neither Sabo nor Ace had a response to Marco’s bewilderment. “But if he’s not saying anything about being poisoned yoi, we should just assume it’s a regular cold.”

Ace frowned. “How do you mean?”

“How do you mean, how do I mean?” Marco asked slowly.

“Well someone must’ve done this to him,” Ace argued logically. “How else could he contract an illness?”

“He could be immunocompromised for any number of reasons, and just—germs, viruses yoi. I don’t—” At Ace’s unyielding moue of incomprehension, Marco scratched frustratedly at the back of his head. “Honestly, if you’re suggesting what I think you’re suggesting, then that actually makes the possibility of Sabo being poisoned higher. How about it, Sabo? Any possibilities?”

“Yes.” Sabo blinked, and almost actually collapsed, knees buckling for just a tiny moment. Ace darted out to catch him, but refrained at the last moment from actual contact when Sabo managed to stay upright. “Okay I confess, I wasn’t listening to anything you guys were saying.”

“Lie down, for goodness sake,” Marco hissed, more out of worried sympathy than anger.

“It’ll hurt.”

“It’ll hurt a lot worse when you fall on your face, and I gotta carry you over to the bed,” Ace pointed out. He waved his arms about to herd Sabo in the direction of the mattress. “Just—lie flat on your back, and don’t move.”

“Breathing hurts too,” was Sabo’s whimpering complaint. But he did shy away from Ace’s hands and start moving toward the bed. His movements were stiff and obviously pained, and when one knee sunk into the mattress, Sabo made a sound of such utter distress that Marco flinched, all the way on the other end of the line.

“Okay yoi, I’m on my way back. But in the meantime Ace, grab the first aid kit I brought.” The tree trunks started to blur behind Marco as he jogged, then sprinted down the mountainside. “There should be a jar in the top right corner full of thick dark red paste.”

The first aid kit was a sizable buckle-up box that Marco brought onto every island landing. Every doctor and nurse practitioner in his division carried one.

“Looks like chili? Yup, got it.” The jar was larger than Ace’s fist and densely packed. He popped the top and sniffed it, expecting a punch of spice. What he got instead was an herbal sweetness, not overwhelming at all.

“Water down the paste a little bit, but leave it thick enough to paint with. There should be a pretty big brush in the kit as well yoi.”

When Ace found the brush and wielded it up in the air, Sabo’s eyes widened.

“You better not be planning on touching me with that thing.”

“At this point,” Ace commented with a side-eye look at Sabo’s awkward positioning, three limbs braced on the bed with the fourth still pending pain, “would it be worse?”

“Hopefully it’ll relieve the discomfort.” Marco made an unhappy noise, aimed at himself. “I gotta hang up—I’ll get there faster if I fly. But yes Ace, paint the liquid on any surface of the skin that’s in pain. It should be absorbed pretty quickly, and it’s fine if you paint over the same spots yoi. If it hurts worse, stop, and we’ll figure it out when I get back.”

“Got it.” Ace offered Marco a little smile meant to reassure. “We’ll see you soon then.”

Marco hung up with a rush of blue flames, and Sabo let out the most agonized groan yet, settling fully back onto the mattress. He’d tossed the pillow on the floor, and now held himself so rigidly against the soft sheets. Ace busied himself with the preparation of the water and paste in the basin he had given first to Sabo, but could barely take his eyes off of Sabo’s expression, eyes screwed shut and lips pressed into two pale, bloodless lines.

“Sabo,” Ace said lowly, in comfort, “the medicine’s ready. We’ll start with a small spot, okay? Where does it hurt worse?”

Sabo’s hands couldn’t even clench into fists—they were flexed tightly, like even touching himself was out of the question.

“Chest,” he bit out through teeth gritted so hard, Ace was genuinely keeping an eye out for blood spots along the gums. “Over my heart.”

The paste that Ace has mixed up looked like Thatch’s signature berry reduction, dripped with the consistency of that same dessert topping. With just one corner of the flat brush (the kind used for painting planks of wood and walls), Ace soothed a spot of it on Sabo’s left pectoral, watching in fascination as the color immediately soaked into the skin, drying until it sat like a tattoo.

“Can’t feel a thing,” came Sabo’s grudging admission. “You might need more.”

“Alright,” Ace agreed, soaking the entire width of the brush bristles. They were soft-ended and flexible, as if Marco prepared it for this very purpose in mind—minimizing pain in hypersensitive skin. “Here we go.”

Sabo’s breath came ragged and harsh when Ace stroked the brush more fully down his chest. The moment the paste started soaking into the skin however, a keening cry of relief left Sabo’s throat.

“That,” he demanded. “That. Just—everywhere.”

#kinktober 2019 #marcoacesabo #i know i said i'd finish the sounding fic but i also #was captured by this idea #alskjdflsd i can already see this continuing into sex pollen #'the only way to get this out of your system is orgasms yoi'#'you don't sound like a very trustworthy doctor marco ngl'

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miraweapons · 5 years ago

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// Finally got a chance to type up her entire story about how she got her hammer. Hope you guys like it!

“Stop thief!!” A pirate called out to a girl with short dark hair. That girls name was Mira. She just so happened to stroll past a pirate ship looking for food. Thinking she could just grab and go, the girl came face to face with one of the crew members.

“You know, you shouldn’t try to hurt a lady!” Mira called out making a turn around a corner. She thought she got away but was stopped by more members of the pirate crew. Sighing to herself, she dropped the heavy load putting her hands up. “Alright missy, hand back the food now and also yourself included.” The leader of the group said holding out a knife. A grin spread across her face looking at each member. “You really wanna go there huh?” She reached down taking out a small hammer from her pocket. One look of the weapon made everyone burst into laughter. “The hell you gonna do with that?! Hurt our toes?!” One of them said, holding his stomach.

Of course their laughter didn’t last long when she squeezed the middle of the handle, causing the weapon to grow bigger in size. “Hahaha...that’s what I thought.” She said swinging the weapon overhead to strike them.

It didn’t take long to knock them all out judging by how weak they were. Picking up the bag of food, Mira was about to leave when she heard someone behind her. Looking around the corner, she frowned seeing a small boy trying to sneak off. “Hey you, freeze!” The kid froze in place looking back at her. “L-look I-I won’t tell alright! Just don’t hurt me!” He pointed to the oversized hammer in her hand. Tilting her head some, Mira noticed what he was staring at before chuckling. “What this?” She said squeezing the middle again. The hammer shrunk back to normal making the boy gasped in amazement. “That’s freaking cool!!!! How did you do that? Where did you even find it?! Is it ancient?! Is it curs….” before he can finish his sentence, Mira shushed him. “Shhhhh I will tell you all about it alright?” She said sitting down on the ground.

[Flashback]

Laughter could be heard from inside the bar as a group of pirates were there after sailing for days. Among that crowd was Mira, who was enjoying herself a little too much. She ran into the group after being attacked by a sea king.

“Well well well, seems like your having a great time there deary~” The captain of the crew strolled next to Mira with a pitcher of beer in hand. “Why not we take this party outside, shall we~” She nodded following along with him as the crew began singing Binks Sake out loud.

The two were in a heated make out session in the alley way not caring who was watching. Of course, she was only there to take the man's money and make a run for it. Yes, they did save her from the sea king however she needed supplies. Breaking from the kiss, she smiled looking up at him. “Maybe we should take it up a little bit more~?” She chuckled aiming for his pants. He hummed in delight getting ready to remove her clothes when he turned his attention to something shiny in the dark. “Hold on for a sec, doll.” Mira groaned loudly looking in the direction he was heading to.

“Huh, well that’s strange? I never imagine something like this being here.” He said making Mira walk over. Right there was a large hammer with a phoenix branded on it. The shaft had a bar in the center of it with the phoenix’s tail wrapped around it. “How did a hammer end up in the alley way?” Mira said poking it lightly. “I don’t know but I’m claiming it as my own.” He chuckled getting ready to pick it up. She noticed his actions quickly grabbing his arm. “Now now, why would you want some scrap metal like this. I mean there’s no value so why would you take it?” She smiled innocently. If she were to take it, then she can get even more out of it including his money. “Honestly you should let me have the hammer instead.” Mira proceed to grab the mysterious weapon when the man suddenly slammed her against the wall. “Honestly~ your pretty face isn’t going to fool me. I had a feeling you were after my money in the first place.” He snickered, grabbing the hammer beside him. “Now then, your coming with me and my crew once the log pose resets. Any objections and I will smash you with this hammer.”

So much for pickpocketing. She was so close to getting away. Watching him raise the weapon over head, she feared that this might be the end of her journey here. Well that’s what she thought. Thinking he had control, he fell backgrounds onto the ground with the hammer still in hand. “What the hell!?” He shouted standing back up. Mira watched him in confusion as he tried to pick up the hammer only losing balance and falling again. “What kind of hammer is this!?”

Mira chuckled watching the poor man trying to take control. Of course it didn’t last long when he finally broke his wrist, screaming bloody murder. That wasn’t good. Thinking on her feet, she grabbed the hammer from him, running out the alley as the rest of the crew came running out to were their captain was holding his wrist.

Making her way down to her small boat, Mira stopped breathed a sigh of relief. “Geez what is this thing?” She studied the object lifting it up. To her surprise, she didn’t struggle like he did. Making some small movements, she handled the weapon with ease. Almost like it was made for her. She grinned gripping the handle to strike when suddenly, it shrunk down to a tiny hammer causing her to fall forward. “Ok….that wasn’t smart…” She groaned looking down at it. She chuckled lightly tossing the small object in the air. “Somehow, I don’t want to sell you for money after all.”

[End of Flashback]

“...and from that day forward, this hammer kept me safe throughout my journey.” Mira chuckled patting her side where the hammer was resting. “Ew gross!!! You were making out with a stranger!!” The boy groaned only to get his cheek pulled by the dark haired girl. “Yeah well he was a jerk anyways.” She said as her transponder snail went off.

“You coming back to the ship anytime soon - yoi?” Mira chuckled knowing that was bird boy calling her. She knew he was concerned when she said she was just going out for supplies. “Yeah yeah, I’m coming. I just got into some trouble.” She said as the snail made an eyeroll. “Just hurry back. Everyone is waiting.”

The boy looked at her in shock. “Hey wait a sec...your not with…” Mira looked back and chuckled. “It's a story for another time. I really need to go.” Right when she was about to leave, she felt him tug on her shorts. “I-I wanna be a pirate too!!! You gotta take me with you!! I’ve been dreaming of becoming one my whole life! Plus your story about your hammer was amazing!!” The boy exclaimed. Mira bent down patting him on the head. “Come on, your too young to travel the seas. It dangerous out there and I rather not see you hurt.” That only earned a small groan from the kid. Mira sighed lifting his head up. “I’m pretty sure Shanks said the same thing to a well known pirate that’s making it big, when you become a great pirate, meet up with me someday. I would love to see how strong you’ll get.”

Mira got up and ran knowing that he was probably flying around in search of her leaving the boy in amazement. “Y-yeah...someday I will become a great pirate!!!” He shouted making her chuckle. Her transponder snail went off making her groan. “Yeah yeah don’t your panties in a bunch!!”

#oc character - mira #mira and her hammer #doing this on my phone will fix it when I get home from work

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solaramoonset · 6 years ago

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Sparkly and Shiny

Soulmarks are weird things. The universe just kind of throws people together. Its not like the movies, not all soulmarks are romantic. What I mean is not all soulmarks mean a happy ever after, forever kind of love. I have two soulmarks, one romantic and one platonic. Both I meet through my Uncle Steve. At this point I'm sure dad has forbidden Uncle Steve from introducing people to me. Although, to be fair, I was six when I met my platonic soulmate and twenty when I met my romantic. Also to be fair the frist time Uncle Steve spoke to me was introducing my platonic to "a child in a safe and controlled enviroment". No one expected one of my soulmates to pop up. I'm sure it scared the pants off both Uncle Steve and Dad. I remind my soulmate, he's human, he reminds me its ok to be scared and to let others help me through my fears. He's my best friend, and even if he wasn't gay, anything romantic would just be weird. He's known since I was a child for pete's sake.

"Daddy, are the other people in the tower my Aunts and Uncles?"

"Not in the tradtional sense, but I supose we are as close as family."

"Should I call them Aunt and Uncle?"

"If you like, however you will have to ask them first and we will have to come up with some distinction for Thor. That oaf will be offended otherwise."

"Since we're all a family that means you won't send me back to the orphanage, right?" I turned hopeful eyes up to dad.

"Send yoy back? Marionette where would you get an idea like that? You are my daughter forever more."

"Well its been almost six months. When people leave the orphanage, they come back at six months, or not at all. I'll be good I promise!" Dad grabbed me and held me in a tight hug, his head resting on mine.

"Little one, you are home. We are your family. You will not be sent back." I wrapped my arms around dad's neck. I didn't want to tell him I had been "adopted" once before. After an awkward six months with only a "mom", I had been sent back to the orphanage. I didn't know how to tell him I was terrified he'd send me back too, so terrified I had begun having nightmares.

"Let's have a special day. Stark has a pool, Natasha has been wanting to take you swimming. Let's have a lazy pool day. We'll invite everyone." Dad looked down into my eyes. I nodded hesitantly. I didn't know how to swim, but I didn't want to disapoint him.

"FRIDAY, can you have Natasha come meet us?" Loki called.

"Right away." Natasha was knocking on the door within minutes. Dad set me down to let her in.

"Thank you for coming by so quickly. We both have something to ask of you. Marionette, would you like to go first?" I walked slowly over to Aunt Nat and looked up into her smiling face.

"MissNatashacanIcallyouAuntNatasha?" I squeaked out.

"I'm sorry Solnyshko, I didn't understand that. Take a deep breath and try again for me?" I did as she asked and took a deep breath.

"Miss Natasha, may I call you Aunt Natasha?" I looked up with pleading eyes.

"No Solnyshko, but you may call me Aunt Nat. Only my favorite people get to call me Nat." Aunt Nat winked at me. I looked up in awe, tears in my eyes from her initial no. I launched myself at her legs, sobbing thank you's.

"Now Natsha for my favor. Would you take Marionette to get some swimwear? I'm not sure what midgardians wear. We're having a family pool day. I will be inviting all of Marionette's Uncles."

"Of course. I know the perfect shop." While dad and aunt Nat were talking I thought about something special to call Thor.

"Daddy since Mr. Thor makes stroms maybe I can call him Stormie?"

"That idiot will love it." Dad kissed my forhead and headed out.

"Aunt Nat..."

"Yes Solnyshko?"

"How do you swin?"

"I will teach you, and we'll pick up some floaties to go with your swimsuit." Later while we were trying on swimsuits I noticed a line of script running along Aunt Nat's bicep.

"Aunt Nat! you have words too!" I pointed to her arm. Aunt Nat nodded down at me.

"Do you have words Solnyshko?" I nodded and showed off my stomach. Aunt Nat studied my two sets of words for a few minutes.

"You are very special, having two marks is a rare gift."

XXXXX

Together Aunt Nat and I walked into the room with the pool. It looked like Uncle Tony had devoted an entire floor just for this one room. Uncle Tony was there with a posh looking red head I hadn't met yet, she smiled sweetly and waved at us. Dad was talking to Uncle Clint and Stormie. I made my way over to them.

"Mr. Barton?" I called and gently tugged on his shorts. He knelt dow in fornt of me.

"Yes, sweetheart?"

"Can I call you Uncle?" Uncle Clint stared at me with wide eyes. He looked up at Loki a wide smile breaking out on his face. Picking me up he twirled us around.

"I'm an Uncle!!! Did you hear that you guys??"

"Calm down Clint. Solnyshko, you don't have to use his last name anymore. You can call him Clint as well."

"Ok Aunt Nat." After Uncle Clint put me down I went to Stormie. He had a sad look on his face.

"You wish to ask to call me Uncle as well, little one?" He asked me. I shook my head and smirked up at him.

"No. You're not just an uncle, you're my Stormie. You keep the thunder away, that's so much better than a boring old uncle." Stormie hugged me tightly as we ignored Uncle Clint's protests that Uncles weren't boring.

"Come Solnyshko, let's get in the water." Aunt Nat offered me her hand. We walked to the shallow end of the pool. She was very gentle with me, and I tried to pay attention but I kept sneaking glances at dad. I wanted him to notice me doing well. At one point I noticed Uncle Steve go up to dad, they seemed to have an argument, but I couldn't hear what they were saying, we were too far away.

"Marionette, Natsha will you both come here please." Dad was frowning, he never frowned at me. I took hold of Aunt Nat's hand and half hid behind her leg as we approached them.

"Hi Marionette, I'm Steve. I have a friend I'd like to to meet in a safe and controlled environment. No matter what happens, you're safe ok? You've got your dad and Natsha right by you-"

"Scare her amymore and I'll introduce you to your spleen." Dad hissed. Uncle Steve looked from dad to me, wide eyed and half hidden behind Aunt Nat still.

"Right. let's get started shall we? Thor if you could stand by Natsha... Thanks. Hey Buck, come on over." Slowly a rough looking man came over. At first I thought he was a hobo, but I noticed his cloths were too new, too nice. His arm caught the light and seemed to sparkle. I squealed and run out in front of Natsha.

"Sparkly and shiny! Can I touch it?" A horrified look came over his face.

"What did you just say?!?" Uncle Steve whispered towering over me. Dad looked murderous, I didn't understand the look wasn't directed at me. I began to back up, tears starting to fall down my cheeks.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean it. I'll be better. I can be good! Don't send me back." I continued to back up, not noticing the pool edge. I was beginning to shake.

"Solnyshko, you're not in trouble. I need you to stop moving, and tell me where you think we'd send you?"Aunt Nat's vioce was so soft, so gentle.

"The orphanage its-" I tumbled backwards into the water. I tried to remember what Aunt Nat had said earlier but nothing seemed to work and I kept sinking. When I thought I'd never get to the surface again, a shiny arm wrapped around me and hualed me back up. For me I was underwater an eternity but later I would be told it was closer to fifteen seconds. I coughed and sputtered as the man Uncle steve had called Buck patted my back.

"Listen to me doll, I don't know whats exactly going on but I promise you, there's no way in hell you're going back to an orphanage." I stared at him in wonder as Aunt Nat started cursing in Russian. That was the moment I knew I was home, these people were my family. I finally had a home and family. I was safe and wanted.

"Those are my words." I whispered. The sound had barely left my lips before I was pulled from Bucky. Dad craddled me to his chest as Stormie called Mjolnir.

"Marionette I'm not sure why you think someone is going to send you away. Good or evil, well behaved or not, you are my daughter. You are NOT going anywhere. I will kill anyone who tries to take you from me, or tries to send you away." My lip trembled and I sobbed hugging dad tightly.

"As for you Barnes, you may have supervised visitation only with my daughter and only becuase you saved her. You lay one finger out of line and I'll happily send you to Helheim, as slowly and painfully as possible. Rodgers, we will see exactly how much pain it takes for you to die." Dad growled at Uncle Steve and Bucky. Stormie coughed and muttered something I couldn't hear.

"Fine you stupid oaf. We will see how much pain until he passes out. Repeatedly. Marionette tommorw I think I will introduce you to the joys of stabbing people. You have my permission to stab Rodgers or Barnes anytime you wish. Now my sweet daughter, lets go home." I waved over Dad's shoulder as he stormed away.

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dumbasswithadhd · 6 years ago

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Starving

Peter Parker X Reader

This is a mermaid au because I'm dumb and I love them

Waring: so many spelling and grammar errors I'm so new to this. Also it's a bit short and rushed I'm thinking about a part two?

this is based off the song Starving by Hailee Steinfeld for @stuckonspidey ‘s writing challenge

You had two past times. Watching humans and being on the land. Every single one was so unique. Not everyone in your pod shared the same love for them or even felt safe going near the land let alone sunbathing on a rock. You found a spot to get yourself onto land and let your beautiful gold tail start to dry out. With how pretty your tail and you are you should have no problem finding a mate but all the guys your age were snobbish jerks.

Pulling yourself onto a rock hidden from under wanted eyes you start lazily running your hands through your hair while watching the ocean. It was beautiful from every angle. you could sit and watch for hours but a stick snapping altered you to see a group of people walking towards the rock.

You saw girl and two guys but that’s all you could make out before you dived into the water. Little to your knowledge a certain dark-haired boy saw you jump in.

******

“Guys, MJ Ned did you guys see that?“ Peter asked. He pointed to where he saw the dive into the water. All he saw was the end of your beautiful golden tail as you swam away deep into the ocean. “I think I saw a mermaid,” He said unsure of himself. MJ laughed and said “so you’re telling me you saw ariel just splashing around? sounds fake but go off I guess,”. She laid down her blanket and settled down to continue her book about space.

******

The swim back home was short but you knew your mom was gonna have your tail for staying out too late. She worried about you constantly. Her biggest fear was someone was going to find you and kill you. In your six years of exploring the surface no one has ever seen or heard you but never the less she worried. Hoping she was asleep as you swam up to the cave. Peering into it, you deemed it safe to enter.

"Y/N where have you been?" You heard your mother say as she swam into the light. "I have been worried sick please tell me you didn't go up to the surface, again,". you sighed. You felt like every day you were just letting her down. You've yet to even begin to look for a mate and you were constantly putting yourself in danger.

“Mom, I was exploring the reef I promise,” You smoothly lied. You didn't want to start another fight with her. She seemed to believe you and you gave her a hug. She sighed and reciprocated the hug, by the end of the day she was your mom and you loved her. After ending the hug she went to bed and you decided it was best if you laid down for the night.

By the time you woke up, she had gone off with the other females in the pod to go and gather coral and food. Getting up and running a brush through your hair, you set off to go mingle with others in the pod. You got to chatting with Jesse, He was tall and had a flashy black tail. He was cute with his bright green eyes, square jaw with high sharp cheekbones. He had a crush on you ever since you both turned of age. He was cute but something about was just unsettling. He was talking about the hunting trip h went on yesterday.

"So I'm swimming right, and suddenly bam I run right into a mean looking nurse shark but the darn thing knew what was best for it and it left," He said with wild hand motions. You smiled and laughed along with his story. “So how is exploring the surface?” Jesse casually asked.

“What are you talking about Jess? I don’t go up there, it’s like totally dangerous,” You tried to lie but the boy saw right through you. He nodded slowly “Sure I believe that,” He said sarcastically. You sighed and lowered your voice. “You can’t tell anyone okay?“.

“Take me up there?“ He asked. You sighed, shaking your head. Starting to swim away you motioned for him to follow you.

******

After a short swim where for the ten minutes he kept swimming around, above, under you. You spent the time laughing and doing the same to him. Even a small minnow could see that was a courting dance, Well everyone except you. “welcome to my hiding spot,’ you told him as you poked head above the water, he followed suit. Seeing the coast was clear you pulled yourself onto land and helped Jesse up.

You both sat, watching the waves. It was a peaceful bliss until the group from yesterday were walking over. You gasped “Jesse go now!” you yell whispered to him and he jumped in and started swimming away. As you went to jump you heard a gasp.

Turning you see three people. You saw a girl who was taller than the two boys. She has long curly hair, a blank look, and beautiful golden tan skin. The next guy was shorter and thicker than the others but he had the brightest smile on his face. Last but not least you saw him and something clicked. He had medium brown hair paired with a bright open face. All of yoy were in shock.

"A mermaid I'm standing in front of a mermaid," the short guy said. You were scared and tried to get away but the end of your tail has gotten caught when Jesse jumped off the rock and into the water. You tried tugging but that hurt.

"Help me please," you asked in a small shaky voice. The girl was the first to step forward to help. She stated her name was MJ then pointed to each of the boys. "That's Ned and the dumb one is Peter,". You heard him grumble something under his breath about not being dumb. "I'm Y/N and as you can tell I'm a mermaid," she laughed and pushed on the rock which made you squeak in pain.

After many failed attempts at trying to free your tail, they sat around you and started making conversation. "So what's it like to swim," Peter asked. You smiled "It's freedom but also hell, sometimes I wish I was human," you sighed after answer the sweet boy's question. He looked shocked. Soon MJ and Need left leaving you and Peter to sit and chatter.

We both talked for hours and hours until he finally had to leave and it made your swelling heard burst. But before he left you both finally found the way to free your tail. You thanked him with a kiss on the cheek before you jumped back into the water and swam home.

******

Weeks had passed and you kept going more and more to see Peter and his friends. Truth be told you were falling for him hard and fast. Peter Parker. Watching him from afar for these past weeks didn't help lessen the pain of loving him. You knew someone like him could never be with you.

Life was normal but Jesse knew something was up and he was pissed. He wanted to be with you but you were in love with a human. It broke a law in the pod and you knew it but you couldn't stop yourself from seeing Peter day after day. So one day the hot headed male followed and watched with disgust on how you talked with the humans. You were so beautiful stretched out on the rock but he knew there was only one way he could be with you.

Back in the water you saw Jesse and he looked so dark and full of anger. "Jess are you okay?" You asked cautiously. "Either you stop seeing those, those humans or I tell the pod and you get exiled,". This wasn't the Jesse you knew this one is cold and dark. "Jesse...," But you were cut short by him saying "you have til dusk tomorrow to tell your answer. You went to bed that night with your head swimming in pain and fear.

You woke up that morning in pain knowing this would be the last time you saw your friends, you left quickly and quietly. To your surprise the only person that was there was Peter. He waved as you made yourself known.

"Pete I can't stay for long but I have to talk to you," you barely managed to say. He nodded and helped you onto the rock. "Y/N? Are you okay what's happening?" He asked. So you told him everything. "Peter I've had the biggest crush on you for like forever but I can't be with you Jesse is threatening to get me exiled, so this is my last visit," you felt tears building in your eyes as you said those awful words. He couldn't even say anything and all you could do was give a good but quick kiss. In that moment you didn't realize how starved you were for Peter's affection. He consumed your thoughts daily but now that you've gotten a taste you didn't want to left it go so easily.

#peter parker #peter parker x reader #x reader #spiderman #lillysplaylistwc #mermaid au #this took me forever because im lazy

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liquidatia · 7 years ago

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YOI: Gotham AU - Mad Love

In which our favorite silver-haired man is the terrifying Gotham criminal known as the Joker and Yuuri is the new psychiatrist at Arkham Asylum.

Yuuri is a new grad and just started his job at Arkham a few months ago. However, he’s still struggling to pay the bills, rent, and his student loans, and with his background in dance, he secretly dances at a nightclub under the name Eros to foot the bill.

He’s having morning tea during his session with Mila (or Poison Ivy as most Gotham citizens know her as) when there’s a commotion. Batman (Yurio) brings in the Clown Prince himself, whose hysterical laughter bounces off the bleached walls of the facility. By the time lunch comes around, Yuuri has heard that he’s already nearly choked a doctor to death with his handcuffs, broke a nurse’s nose by headbutting her in the face, made one psychiatrist cry, and taunted another psychiatrist into lunging at him. Yuuri escorts Mila to the cafeteria as the two usually eat lunch together so that the other prisoners don’t bother her. Their routine, however, is interrupted when the new resident saunters in and makes himself at home right next to Yuuri. The Joker takes to taunting him and calling him piggy, seemingly enjoying watching him squirm. He then decides to tell Yuuri a joke which Yuuri reluctantly plays along with until the Joker dumps his water bottle on his head as the punchline. Taking off his glasses and pushing his dripping hair back, burning brown eyes clash against blue. It’s precisely that unexpected fire that has Joker surprised and laughing as he’s being escorted out. Just when he thought he could catch a break, Celestino calls him up stating that the Joker requested for Yuuri specifically and won’t talk to anyone else. They are both nervous about it, but Yuuri decides to take him on as a patient.

His first session with the Joker is not what Yuuri was expecting. His first order of business was to try to get a name from him since there is no civilian name on the registry. Joker merely deflects by flirting and using humor. Waving that off, Yuuri gives him his name, which Joker savors on his tongue. He traces his hand down Yuuri’s arm and takes a gentle hold of his hand and his chin, and that is how Yuuri knocked down his chair and scrambled to the other side of the room. Joker innocently asks why he’s running away, though there’s that familiar taunting in his question. He then states that they should get to know each other more. He first asks about Yuuri’s past lovers, which Yuuri adamantly avoids, which leads Joker on a tangent about all his past lovers. When Yuuri asks about the authenticity of these stories, Joker admits they’re not true.

“Isn’t that what you want? An interesting story to crack? Maybe write a book about it, I won’t tell. So what do you want me to be? A tortured soul? A psychopath? A victim of past abuse maybe?”

“I just want you to be yourself.”

“... Viktor.”

“What?”

“Call me Viktor.”

Weeks go by and Viktor is an established and terrifying presence at Arkham. It happens one night when Yuuri is dancing at his night job that he spots a familiar head of silver hair from across the room, and to his horror, those blue eyes notice the faltering dancer and they make eye contact. Before Yuuri can escape, Viktor hunts him down and traps him in the back.

“You’re just full of surprises, lyublyu.”

“How are you here?”

“You have to know the right people, but I’m glad that you’re finally seeing the situation for what it is.”

“If you can get out, why don’t you just leave?”

“In a grey world with no fun, I finally found something interesting.”

“And when I’m no longer interesting?”

“Do you really want to know?”

During his session with Mila, the redhead can tell something is bothering him.

“He terrifies me. I don’t know how I can face him.”

“Don’t come with me to lunch today. He’ll probably be waiting for you.”

“But what about you?”

“I’m a big girl, I can handle myself. Go out and treat yourself to something nice for a change.”

Yuuri leaves for lunch and comes back to find a rose on his desk addressed to Eros from “V” which leaves him completely shaken.

Yuuri requests that Celestino get another psychiatrist for Viktor’s case. Without giving too much information, Yuuri gives the excuse that Viktor is getting too comfortable with him and that it doesn’t make him feel comfortable or safe as it can easily turn into an unhealthy obsession. Yuuri hopes that this change will get Viktor’s attention off him for a while.

After his session with Georgi, Yuuri hears a commotion coming from Viktor’s holding room. Doctors, nurses, and guards are struggling to restrain him, a psychiatrist is bleeding out on the ground, and Viktor is laughing hysterically with blood painting his marred smile. Before he can retreat, Viktor’s gaze nails him to the spot.

“Unhealthy obsession, huh? A bit late for that, lyublyu. I’ll have no one else.”

Yuuri decides not to show up for his shift at the club, refusing to be Viktor’s marionette. The next day, Viktor is visibly grumpy.

“You weren’t at the club last night.”

“No, but I see you memorized my work schedule.”

“I was a bit upset that you didn’t show, but I suppose it’s okay now that you don’t work there anymore.”

“Excuse me?”

“Your boss wanted me to drop off this pink slip to you, which is perfect since you’ll be performing at the Iceberg Lounge tonight. Better show up darling or else everyone will know your little secret. What will people think when they find out little Yuuri can be so lewd?”

“I hate you.”

“There’s the fire I love. Stay close to me. Never try to leave me again.”

Yuuri decides to get revenge the only way he knows how. He dresses sinfully with his hair slicked back, a pair of killer heels, and a bit of red lipstick. Viktor gives him a wolfish smile when their eyes meet, but Yuuri purposely turns away. He dances, but not for him. He focuses on others, he flirts with others, and he can feel Viktor’s eyes burn into him as he settles on another client’s lap.

“You want me to dance? I’ll make you regret sharing me.”

@satbiym

#yoi #yuri on ice #viktuuri #gotham au #au #prompt #joker #harley quinn #mad love

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empresswrites · 7 years ago

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Anonymous asked:

oh my god that last drabble!!😭🙏 I’m sad that Marco and Ace are over forever but also Marco deserves this. would you be willing to write a more confrontational addition to this scene, where Marco tries to reconnect but is refused, and Sabo’s involved? its cool if you’re too busy/focused on spideypool, though

Well, since I was still having feels over it too! Here it is and the last of it as this is to end it all. Yes, Marco deserved it for hurting Acey! Ace is now happy with Sabo, who making sure Ace does what he wants! :3 I did this as I haven’t delved into another fic yet, so luckily I was able to set my mind straight for it XD

Ace had been surprised that his time the past few days in Moby have been splendid, feeling as Sabo keeps him grounded while there. It was a little stressful on certain places, but experiencing them with Sabo had turned things to that of ‘we should come by again’ instead of when Ace avoided it all like the plague. It was being washed over gratefully and they took a bunch of pictures together with their phones. Posting to show their friends on social media, Koala happy to see them having a great time as she was housing sitting for them and sending frequent pictures of Kotatsu, for Ace mainly.

A soft giggle leaves Ace as he views over the three pictures sent to him by Koala on what his little baby feline was up to, the mischief he got into as he missed his daddies. sitting on the bench on the docks to overlook the large lake, he was waiting for Sabo to bring along a drink so they could make new memories for him before having some lunch. The water is beautiful as it always has been and he lounged in the bench with a hand adjusting his shorts, the weather feeling great to linger around. Everyone was at work or lunch at this hour, which is why they wanted to linger to get past the rush hour.

“Ace...?” The voice brings a pang into the mention male’s chest with a rolling in his stomach as he pulls eyes away from the picture of Kotatsu standing ignorant to the potted plant on the ground next to him. The smile on him falls into a frown promptly as not too far from where he sits is standing someone he left for good to get himself to stop from drowning in sorrows and anxiety.

Remembering on what Sabo said, Ace immediately turns his head away as even with the years going by it left a pain in him. At some point he had gave this man a piece of his heart and he took that and merely kept a tight clutch on it in the darkest depths out of his reach, like a siren dragging it to drown it. The only way to refill that empty space was when he was with Sabo. Quickly moving, he stands and shoves his phone away after locking the screen and goes to walk away.

“Come on, yoi. Just wait a minute and... and let me explain...” It’s almost a plea in the voice and brings a pull in Ace’s chest of gripping anxiety and light anger. Feet stop as he tries to control himself from trembling as he was weak still, not understanding on why and it was like the anchor was attached to him now, pulling him into the depths again.

“Explain? Explain what?” Ace tries out while turning to face those blue eyes with a scowl on his freckled face, trying to fight that the other looks guilty.

“Look, I was wrong, okay? I thought I was helping you see the reality of the world as most things require education.” Marco starts up with hands out, looking to be on his lunch break from his attire and it was any wonder how he found Ace here.

“It’s not that I am not smart, it’s just I like other aspects than those stupid STEM things that everyone seems to think are so important than the creative side of someone’s brain.” Ace snaps to defend himself, anything about education brought that out of him as Marco did that to him, always defensive on his intelligence as his brain functioned differently and it wasn’t like he couldn’t understand; Ace just didn’t like it.

“I never said you weren’t smart, I just said it was better to have that. Showing places that you are, yoi.” Marco persists with a small frown as if he was scolding a child and that tone, Ace hated it.

“Oh? Then what about all the magazines I help out? All I did was show my pictures and they didn’t care about the school part of things. I even write articles for them about what happens. I even do photos and drawings for books, I’ll have you know.” Arms crossed as he was sure to rub it all in on how much Marco held him back, no matter how much he felt the need to run.

“I know, I noticed your name on them. It took time to get there, which we could have done together and I may have been able to get you there quicker.” The words show how much Marco wanted to control the situation and it was bad for Ace as he was used to that with him specifically.

“I did this myself and the support from my friends and my boyfriend.” Ace grits out, wanting to clarify that he was with someone new and not leaving them no matter what.

“I always supported you, helped by giving you a place to live and not feeling like you were burdening someone else. I gave you love and affection that you wanted, plus made sure to keep you on track, what more was there for me to do? I gave my all and then you started to distance from me, yoi. My words never seemed to sink into you.” The way his tone turns to fully stern has Ace frustrated and arms tightening across his chest.

“They did sink into me like a fucking anchor and drowning me!” Ace snaps back as he holds his ground as much as he can and the other shifts lightly with a tilt of his head.

Oh no...

“Ace, I did everything because I love you. Trying to lead you down a path that would help you and give you a stable outcome. I told you that, every time I held you at night with a hand running along your side with reassurance.” Marco dips his tone softer in a coaxing that always drove Ace back into his arms and he felt his body tremble slightly in anxiety, not wanting to remember the good as there was a fine line when the lines blurred from what was controlling and what was affection. “You started to push me away, but I stayed strong next to you while you figured out everything. I knew it was something that you were feeling overwhelmed and I told you it was fine to come home once you settled down.”

“You said ‘once you are done being a brat then you can come home’.” The new voice has Ace shift and look to behind him, a relief bursts through him as something was sent out to help him stay afloat once again. “Not a very good way to try and get someone to forgive you, Mr. Fennec.” The sharp tone leaves Sabo as he comes up next to Ace with a reassuring smile and lightly rubs his hand to an arm. Those arms uncrossed to immediately have a hand in the other’s, feeling a thumb rub his in comfort.

“Well, when a tantrum is thrown you must be stern, yoi.” Marco remarks, looking displeased of someone joining the conversation.

“A tantrum? Ace was having an argument, unless that’s what you also see it at work? Is that what others at your workplace do? Throw a tantrum? Then I guess it was good my friend never went to work for your company.” Sabo uses his sharp tongue, being someone who went to college in mostly English classes to be a writer. He had been raised in a home where high grades were only acceptable and you had to go to college. The first two years of college had been picked by his parents until he left to pursue what he wanted, staying with Hack at the time.

“No, we have a calm debate to come to an agreement.”

“Oh, good, then this can easily be solved. Stay out of my boyfriend’s life, you have done enough damage to him. Plus, it was ten years ago, so I feel like you should have moved on as well, Mr. Fennec?” Avoiding the first name as he speaks stern with that of a business atmosphere brings comfort that Ace was being defended so firmly. He had been losing himself in anxiety, never turning back to Marco as he loved Sabo, but he felt himself drowning again from his thoughts from before.

Marco seems to understand the little control of the situation he has no with a third party involved, jaw clenching as he looks to be observing the two of them. Ace is clutching to his boyfriend’s hand, wanting to be anywhere but here. It brings a spiral in him on how he had been having such a great time and it was ruined again from the same person who had done this to him in the first place.

“I think that’s all that needs to be said. Wanna go eat now, babe? We could go to that one you loved?” Sabo already starts distracting him, trying to pull his mind away from drowning too much into the depths and he smiles up.

“Yeah, I love their burgers and promise they have pasta you would love!” Ace almost chirps, feeling comfort as a hand slides along his hip to start directing him away.

“Sounds great, especially as the shack for drinks was busy... Maybe tomorrow have some of those drinks?” Sabo is sure to bring up the conversation while leading his lover on back to shore to be back into that embrace he has established with him. Ace leans into him more as he feels safe and finally complete, the clenching being pushed away by that soothing breeze.

He cuts that rope to separate himself from the anchor and hopes this is the last time he will ever talk with the man.

#established SaboAce #past MarcoAce #Ace #Marco #Sabo #sequel #Both fics I listened to #'I Feel Like I'm Drowning' by Two Feet #its super good #But yes #here we are #confrontation #Marco trying to control the situation #Ace wouldn't leave Sabo #but Marco was digging at him to basically regret leaving him #Sabo to the rescue #Ace needs a hug #Poor baby

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