#okay! i'm done whining and i'll be disappearing again

[penrose-quinn]

I hope my three day trip with my friends will finally put my mind at peace. I just feel so lonely...

[jeonginsleftcheek]

Get better, okay?

pairing: lee know x gn!reader

genre: sick fic, fluff

word count: 742

warning/s: none?

a/n: this is just a short drabble bcs i'm sick and medicated. i hope it makes sense bcs at this point i'm hallucinating.💀 hope you like it, if you did please reblog🫶🏻🫶🏻

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You're standing in your kitchen, cursing yourself cause you're going to be late for work again. You're trying to make some toast as quickly as possible because you know that your boyfriend will nag at you if you didn't have any breakfast.

You hear Minho getting up, his feet shuffling towards the kitchen.

"Good morning, sleepyhead."- you chuckle at his disheveled state, his hair sticking in all directions and a scowl on his cute face.

"I don't feel so well."- he says weakly.

"What?"- the smile on your face fades away, replaced with concern.

You drop what you were doing and come closer to Minho, your wrist on his forehead.

"You're burning up!"- you gasp and he groans.

"Great! Just what I needed."- he rolls his eyes and then winces. "Ugh, headache."- he adds.

"Okay, you go back to bed and I'll call in sick at work and take care of you."- you say.

"I don't wanna be in bed all day!"- he whines. "I've got things to do."

"I know you don't but I'm not giving you any choices. Bed, now."

"That sentence would be hot in different circumstances."- he smirks and you narrow your eyes at him.

"Go to bed, please."- you add desperately.

"Alright, alright, I'm going."- he says and trudges back into your room.

You rummage through the cabinets to find some medicine as you put the kettle on. Sending a quick message to your boss (who was thankfully always understanding), you work around the kitchen, making tea and cutting up some fruit for Minho.

Suddenly, you feel a breath hit your neck and you shriek turning around quickly.

"Minho! What are you doing here? And how did I not hear you?"- you ask, hand on your beating chest.

"I'm bored in bed. And lonely. All alone."- he pouts. You chuckle, having no idea he was clingy when he's sick.

"I'll be right there, honey."- you coo, ushering him towards the room. "You need to lay down."

"But see, I'm fine."

"You're most definitely not."- you say, seeing a sheen of sweat on his forehead. "Lay down, please."

He whines again but this time he listens, dragging his feet slowly, making a show of it.

When you're done preparing everything you lay it down on a tray and carry it to your room. You almost melt at the sight, Minho buried in blankets, only his hair and eyes peeking out.

"Let's first check your temperature."- you say.

"Okay, doctor."- he smirks and you shake your head, chuckling at him.

"Wow, your fever is kinda high."- you frown, looking at the thermometer after it beeped.

"Great news."- Minho says sarcastically.

"Here, drink your medicine."- you say and he does so, looking at you with glassy eyes.

"How about some fruit?"- you say and Minho pouts again.

"Feed me?"- he asks and you chuckle.

"You're such a big baby."- you say.

"Am not! Don't you dare tell any of the guys I'm like this when I'm sick. Now, please feed me or I will cry."- he says and you chuckle again, grabbing the plate with the fruit.

"I can't believe my day's been ruined like this. I hate being sick."- your boyfriend whines.

"My grumpy little man."- you smirk.

"I am not little."- he narrows his eyes at you, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Okay, but you're grumpy."- you lean in and kiss his forehead.

"Missed my lips."- he smirks.

"I didn't."- you tease him. "Anyways, lay down now. You need sleep."- you add grabbing a cloth you brought earlier and getting up so you can put it under water.

"Where you going?"- Minho pouts.

"I'll be right back."- you say, disappearing into the bathroom.

You come back and put the wet cloth on his forehead.

"Oh, that's nice."- he says.

"Do you want me to lay down with you?"- you ask and he whines, making grabby hands at you.

You chuckle and change into more comfortable clothes before crawling into bed.

You put your arms around Minho and he settles on your chest, burying his forehead into your neck.

"I had no idea you were this clingy when you're sick."- you smirk, caressing his head.

"You must be hallucinating."- he mumbles.

"Right... I'm hallucinating."- you giggle.

It's silent for a moment and you think he fell asleep, until you feel his arm tightening around you.

"I love you."- he whispers.

"I love you."- you echo, kissing his head.

"Get better, okay?"

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[edenesth]

[7:16 AM]

"I'm gonna dieeee," you wailed, curling up on the couch. Pouting, you glanced over at Jongho, who was busy preparing breakfast—or at least you thought so—in the kitchen of your shared apartment.

He snorted and shook his head. "You say that every month, yet here you are, alive and well time and time again."

"Would it hurt to console me a little? Try being a woman for a month and see how you like it." With a scoff, you reached for a pillow, ready to throw it at him, but a wave of cramps hit your lower half. Wincing, you clutched the soft material close and waited for the pain to pass.

Damn it, being a woman sucked. If you get pregnant, you suffer for nine months. If you don't, you still suffer every month. Why did you have to be a woman? Life would be so much easier if you were a man. Like that bastard standing there, engrossed in whatever he was doing, neglecting his poor girlfriend who was in so much pain—

"Here you go, babe. I got you your heat pad."

Oh.

Suddenly, you felt guilty for thinking of him that way when all he had been trying to do was ensure your comfort. Your lips quivered as you reached out to him with grabby hands. Damn your period mood swings; they were driving you insane.

His eyes widened in panic at your tears as he rushed over, kneeling beside you and gently pressing the pad onto your stomach, knowing exactly where to hold it by now. One hand on your tummy, the other instinctively cupped your face. "What is it, babe? Are you hungry? I can make you something to eat."

You shook your head, mumbling, "No, that's too much work."

He hummed thoughtfully. "I can cut you some apples, at least?"

"Break them in half, you mean."

He nodded. "Yeah, or that too."

Just as he moved to stand up, presumably to go break some apples, you whined and tugged on his hand. "No, you idiot. I don't need anything else. I just want you to stay here with me… please."

Your boyfriend finally understood the cause of your morning grumpiness. Though your period cramps were always terrible and tended to affect your mood, today you appeared even more restless than usual. He softened as he realised his mistake in fussing over you when all you really wanted was for him to stay by your side.

"Hey, hey, it's okay. I'm here now. I'll stay with you for as long as you need me to," he whispered, settling beside you and pulling your smaller frame close. His heart fluttered when you immediately snuggled up to him as if it were second nature.

"Good, then stay forever," you murmured, leaning up to kiss his jaw. He gave you a comforting squeeze, his heart skipping a beat at your words. Pressing his lips against your head, he nuzzled his face into your hair, wondering why he hadn't done this sooner.

"Maybe I will," he said, savouring the feeling of you in his arms, pressed against him. The soft sensation of your breath on his skin, the warmth radiating from you, the rise and fall of your chest against his side, and the dreamy way you looked up at him—all of it made him think that staying like this forever wouldn't be so bad. "Be careful what you wish for. You'd better not grow tired of me when I do cling to you forever."

You bit your lip. "Never, Choi Jongho. I'll never get tired of you." With that, you sealed the promise with a kiss that seemed to make all the period cramps in the world disappear.

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[uravichii]

4:17 AM ー shinsou hitoshi

genre: fluff, heavy comfort in the end, self-indulgent !!

cw: (1) mention of "ma'am" i'm so sorry it sounded cute i couldn't help it. that's the only gendered term here tho :') this is for all u tired smarty pants girlies im giving u a bf who'll stay up with u 😡

shinsou hitoshi's favorite thing to do is staying up with you throughout every single one of your all-nighters.

whether it's for an exam, a shit ton of homework, or a group project which, for some reason, you're finishing all by yourselfー he's plopped there on your bed, perfectly behaved and quiet as you threatened asked him to be.

when you ask him why he's so insistent on accompanying you during these ungodly hours when you can't even give him a scrap of your attention at all due to your heavy workload, he simply shrugs and says:

"'ts fine. can't sleep in my own room anyway." hitoshi's lips slightly curve into a smirk. "plus, i like watching over you. you pout when you're focusedー did you know that? cutest shit ever."

you roll your eyes as you turn back to your laptop, frowning at the heaps of unfinished work left. "well, if you bother me, i'm throwing you out of my room, alright?"

"yes, ma'am." he obliges. "coffee service is an exception though, right? back rubs too... if that's not a bother."

you whip your head back at him with tearful puppy eyes of gratitude. it's taking everything in you not to mount your boyfriend right now and pepper his face with little kisses.

he snorts at your adorable expression.

"stop. don't look at me like that. i'm gonna want to snuggle with you, and you won't get any work done." he chuckles softly as you swivel your chair back to your desk. "let me know if you want anything else."

a few hours and two cups of coffee later, he's still there, watching as you hunch over your desk, nimble fingers typing incessantly on your laptop with the occasional cursing of familiar names under your breathー he's guessing you're carrying a whole group project by yourself again.

he glances at the time on his phone, and being the ridiculously observant boyfriend that he is, he knows the exact second you're about to say:

"okay!" you hoist yourself up, slamming your hands on your desk. it doesn't startle your poor boyfriend anymore at this point.

"power nap?" he guesses.

"just for 20 minutes."

"alright, c'mere."

you collapse into his open arms, melting into him as he instinctively starts rubbing circles on your back. he peeks at your already closed eyes. "hey, you set a timer yet?"

your eyes snap open, "oh right." you pull out your phone and clumsily make a few taps before you toss it away, not even bothering to turn it off. "'kay done. g'night."

hitoshi glances at the bright screen. "uh. sorry to break it to you, y/n, but i don't think typing typing '430' on your calculator's gonna wake you up."

"fuck." you jolt up and grab your phone again.

hitoshi watches as you make a second attempt to set an alarm, which seems to have magically disappeared from your phone.

"that's... that's the calendar, babe."

and then another attempt,

"you're dialing 430?"

"well, i can't find the damnー" you shove the phone to him and whine, "you do it!"

he snickers before pulling you closer, caging you in his long limbs and obligingly pulling the phone from your hands "alright, alright. i'll wake you up. you just take a nap right here, hm?" he gently pats your cheek twice before kissing your forehead. hitoshi has always had a habit of babying you when you're all sleepy and snug like this.

he doesn't actually let the alarm go off. you're obviously exhausted, burnt out, and a tad irritatedー the last thing you ever need is having your power nap cut short with that god-awful noise.

instead, you're woken up by your boyfriend rhythmically smoothing his palm down your arm, planting featherlight kisses across your sleeping face.

"y/n. babe, wake up." he gently lifts you up until you're sat up on the bed, your back laid flat against his chest as he wraps his arms around your waist. he props his chin on your shoulder and coos, "sleepyhead. c'mon, you can get all snuggly and cute with me when you're done. right now, you gotta get up and get that gorgeous brain working again. you're not done yet, are you?"

he presses one last kiss on your cheek before you eventually (and reluctantly) rise from the bed, dragging your languid feet across the floor until you reach your desk and start working again almost instantly.

you hear the pads of his feet across the hardwood floor as he walks over to you, draping his heavy arms around you and brushing his thumb against your shoulder, "coffee?"

you give him a tired smile in response.

this cycle repeats two more timesー you crawling in his arms for another power nap, him waking you up in the sweetest, most gentle way possible, and you rising from the bed like a zombie, getting increasingly worn out until you finally stop typing and pass everything barely on time.

you slip into hitoshi's arms again and nuzzle your face against his chest, "'t's done." you mumble, your exhaustion draining out your energy to even enunciate your words.

"really? that's good then." he strokes the back of your head, pulling you closer by your waist. "you okay?"

you instantly start weeping. "no, i'm so tired. i'm so fucking tired. i'm dying. i can't do this anymore. that group project took up so much of my time so i couldn't write my own essay well. i just bullshitted my way for the last two paragraphs. it's awful."

"hey, you never write anything awful, y/n. it's physically impossible for the y/n to write a bad sentence." he continues petting your head as he consoles you.

"i justー" you mumble, your voice muffled by his hoodie as you press your face against his chest, "i could've done a lot better if i had more time."

hitoshi sighs, soothingly rubbing circles on your back. he wishes people didn't expect so much of you. never mind how intelligent and reliable you areー he's sick of people exhausting you like this. aren't you tired, even a little bit, of people constantly taking more than what you can give?

hitoshi's lips pressed on the top of your head as he ponders.

"hey." he calls.

"hm?"

"what if i... extend the deadline for that essay? you know, 'convince' your teacher to set a more reasonable one."

you raise your head to meet his eyes. "what?"

he clears his throat, avoiding your concerned gaze, "what if i brainwashed your teacherー"

"no, i get what you were saying, but i don't think that's a good idea, hitoshi." you frown.

"look, if you're not on board with it, i won't force it. i can't help you with these essays, can i? no one writes as good as you, so i'm just trying to help in any way i can."

"but hitoshi, that's notー" a yawn interrupts your sentence, brimming your eyes with tears. you easily surrender to sleep and snuggle back on his chest, "yeah, you know what? do that. fuck them."

your uncaring teachers be damned. count in your group mates that may as well be dead weights too. sleep and your sweet boyfriend felt less irksome to think about. you'll worry about everything later.

hitoshi snorts at your easy submission, hugging your waist even tighter as he whispers sweetly in your ear, his voice deep and tired, "i love you." he presses a kiss behind your ear, "if only i was half as smart and brilliant as you, i would've helped you with these thingsー you know that, right? if i could write essays as well as you do and my talents were on par with yours, i would've helped you a lot more."

he lowers his head to peek at your adorable, sleepy face before attacking your cheek and neck with smooches, "but you write such beautiful sentencesー how do you do that? what's your secret?" you giggle, both from the validation and his loud smooches.

silence settles over you as you catch your breath from that burst of laughter. he gently strokes the back of your head, feeling comfort himself at the steady rise and fall of your chest against his.

a sleepy mumble of "i love you." was all you could utter to your boyfriend before you start to drift offー you'll coddle him in the morning when you have the energy.

hitoshi smooths your hair back and presses a soft kiss on your forehead. "i love you too. i'm proud of you, okay? if you ever feel like no one acknowledges how hard you work everyday, just know that i'm here, and i see you every single timeー i've never missed an all-nighter, have i?" he snickers, "no matter how delirious and insane you get during these hours, i'm always there."

you chuckle softly and sigh, brushing your thumb softly against his arm.

"hitoshi?"

"yeah? what is it?"

you pause in hesitation, but you say it anyway. hitoshi would love the idea more than you already do.

"what if you brainwashed my group mates too?"

hitoshi smirks proudly. this is when he knows you've been spending way too much time with him.

"give me their names first thing in the morning, babe. i got you."

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[feistypazzi]

FAMILY OF OURS

ONE SHOT FIC (EDITED)

Pairing: Paige Bueckers x Azzi Fudd

Disclaimer: This story never happened in real life situation just pure fiction. (Excuse the grammatical errors/Not proof read)

TW(?): Slight angst, Fluff, sexual content

Summary: Paige suggest to her wife to have a day for herself leaving the twin under her control and when Azzi returned home she saw the chaos that happened while she's out.

Paige offered to her wife a day for herself because ever since she retired from WNBA all she done is taking care of her until the father God in heaven blessed them with a two precious angels, their twin. After the day she gave birth to the twins their lives change forever, parenthood is hard as they expected, especially for azzi because she experience a postpartum after she delivered their little angels. Everyday is a challenge for both mothers yet they handling it so with the help of they mom's as well

How hilarious the look on Paige face was when Azzi is about to gave birth. She's the one who is nervous and anxious, walking back and forth in front of her wife who is currently in labour, as if she is the one who will delivered the baby. Meanwhile her wife, Azzi is just lying down on a hospital bed calm and relax.

"Babe calm down, Can you just relax yourself here next to me. You're making me feel dizzy" she command, Paige followed her and sit next to her, then she caressing her baby bump.

"Twins don't give mommy a hard time to deliver the both of you, okay?" She softly said directly to azzi's belly.

"I'm sure you'll be a good parent P" Azzi spoke, as she let out a sweet smile. Her wife looked up to her meeting her gaze.

"We hun, we'll be a great parents" she pressed a warm kiss to azzi's forehead and hugged her gently. Suddenly, Azzi feel a baby's kick.

"Ohh goshh, ohh" she whines, stroking her belly. Her eyes squeeze close and inhaling exhaling.

"Are they kickin'?" she asked with delight, placing her hand on the top of her wife's belly to feel the kicks. "Oh, You both excited to meet momma and mommy aren't you?" and the baby kicks again, the wifes let out a joyful giggles after.

Not long enough, Azzi successfully delivered two healthy bouncing babies, a boy and a girl. Paige can't hold her tears while in a delivery room when the nurse handed the first born to her, a baby girl.

"You look exactly just like mommy" she mumble, tears stream down to her cheeks. Then the second baby came, a baby boy. Paige showed their first born to her wife and place it next to her as the nurse handed the second born to her. "You look exactly just like momma" her heart is fulfilled with overjoyed. Azzi can't hold her tears as well once she heard the little cries from their twin. She couldn't believe that she just gave birth to a twin but she did anyways. She can't explain how her heart is about to explode with joy. "You did so great baby" Paige place a kiss on azzi's forehead after the delivery.

4 YEARS LATER~

Years already passed but for Paige and Azzi it feels like yesterday, they become a great parents showering the twins with love and patience. All the sleepless night and restless day taking care of the twin was worth it for them because seeing them happy makes them happy.

When Paige came home from basketball practice once she stepped in to their house, the twin will ran to onto her together with warm hugs and kisses, the tiredness she feel would magically disappear and when the twin stressing Azzi out yet they're the one who'll eliminate her stress as well, just hug and kisses it will disappear instantly. The wifes couldn't ask for more, they're contended on what they have and they're forever grateful for that.

Azzi leave the house with her wife's under control, the twin wants to come with their mommy but Paige persuade them not to, she promised them that she'll make pancakes for their breakfast, of course as a children who has still gullible mind they're convinced without any second thoughts.

"I'll take care here babe, don't worry" she spoke her hand wrapped around her wife's waist as she guide her to their door step.

"You sure?" Azzi ask facing her wife still unsure about the idea.

"For sure baby, Don't you trust me?" she asks pouting half joking.

Azzi let out a sigh, "Of course I trust you baby, but-" Paige cuts her off immediately. "And that's enough" her lips let out a silly smile. "I'm strong see" she move her the sleeve of her shirt and flexing her biceps.

Azzi shook her head playfully, "Nothing really change huh" she mock, "Anyways fine, fine but if you and the twins need something call me okay Hun?". Paige nods as her respond then calls out for the twin.

"Si! Mi! Mommy's leaving say goodbye" the twin rushed to their mothers running almost slip on the floor. "Ohh be careful"

"Take care mommy! we love you!" Si spoke with her tiny voice.

"Yes mommy, we love you!" Mi agreed. Azzi face the twin and they hugged and kiss her goodbye that made her heart jump with delight. Their mommy placed a kiss on both twin's cheeks.

"How about the momma?" Paige spoke pointing to her lips. Azzi raised her eyebrows making a face to her wife, "We're infront of the kids" she mumble.

"Si, Mi let's see who will the first to make it in the kitchen. Extra one pancakes for the winner" Si and Mi ran into the kitchen right away, leaving their mothers. Azzi slam her palm to her face shaking her head, "I can't believe you" her wife just shrugged her shoulder.

"Can I have my kiss now?" cocky smile on her face as she grabbed her wife's waist. Azzi can feel her cheeks turn red as she placed a kiss against to her wife's lips passionately. Paige bury her face on her wife's neck after, "Take care baby, I love you" she whispered.

She wrapped her arm around to Paige neck, "I love you most and the twin" and step back proceeding to their family car leaving her wife waving goodbye. And that's when the chaos started. At the time Azzi is totally gone Mi is running to her momma dragging her to the kitchen.

"Mommaaa!!" he yell with his tiny tinny voice. Paige just follow her son until he stopped on the kitchen. Her eyes widen seeing her Si playing with a flour while she's standing on the top of counter.

"Holy-" she cuts off her own words because it's not for the twin to hear. Si showed what she have done, scattered flour all over the counter table, floor and her. Since the day Si and Mi learn to walk on their own, the wifes can already identify the difference between them, Si is the naughty child that inherited her momma's mannerisms and Mi is the quiet child that inherited his mommy's mannerisms. Yet they don't care if their twin has difference as they grew up, they love them so much equally.

"Mommaa look I'm gonna help you" she proudly said giggling meanwhile Mi is just quiet standing next to Paige holding her hand. Paige was not mad, she's more concern because Si might slip and fall.

"Be careful baby" She hurried and pick up Si while shook off the flour to her face before something bad happens that will cause a WAR between her and her wife.

After cleaning up all the mess, she do let the twin helped her to cook for their breakfast not minding if it will be so messy. She just make most of the time with Si and Mi, nothing can really made her heart feel so affectionate except her children and wife. The three had a good bond together the kitchen is filled with cute giggles and laughter, Paige took some pictures of them while cooking and send it to her wife as a update.

WIFE 💗♾️🤞🏼

P: Hello wifey

P: Sent an Attachment (Adorable picture of three of them)

Wife: Awww my babies all grown up 💗🥺

Wife: How adorable, I miss y'all already hun

P: We miss you too here wife but for now just enjoy the day for yourself okay? Take care, We love youu! 💗💗

Wife: Yes Hun, I love y'all most! 💗💋

Subsequently, they finished their breakfast well. Paige proceeding to wash the dishes and the twin are now playing in a living room running on circle, their momma join them after washing playing hide and seek, with their toys. Anything what the twins wants to do as long as it's not dangerous, Paige is okay with it though they are making a mess all over their house but their momma just shrugged her shoulder. "They're just kids and wanna have fun" she thought watching Si and Mi letting out a adorable giggles.

Not until Mi slip on one of his toys fall facing the floor causing a tiny scratch to his forehead, Paige heart pounds and felt like the world stopped when she heard Mi cried. She immediately pick him up and stroke his forehead.

"Baby shh don't cry" hugging Mi to her arms trying to calm him down with Si next to them, cold sweats start to stream down to her forehead, she was so worried at that point.

"It will be okay Mi" she mumble, stroking her twin's forehead gently. Paige patted her head for doing such a great job as a big sister and place a kiss on both twin's forehead gleefully.

"Pain pain away!!" Si sing-sang then pressed a kiss on Mi's forehead too. Mi finally calms down, Paige let out a sigh of relief. She laid Mi on the couch for awhile and get the first aid kit to treat her second Born's forehead. Thankfully it's nothing serious it is just a tiny scratch and put a cute baby blue bondage on his forehead then kiss it, the twin hugged their momma after tightly that almost made Paige teary eyes feeling the warmth of her children.

*****

An hours later, it's nearly 6PM the twin are already in bed asleep peacefully yet their house still messy. Paige leave the twin to their bedroom and proceeding to the living room laying down on couch as she wait for her wife to come home. Her eyes almost half asleep when she heard the doorknob click and there she is her wife who look extra glowing walking down to their living room.

Paige get up immediately and ran to her wife with open arms, "I miss you wife" as she cling her arms around her wife like there's no tomorrow and her wife do the same.

"I miss y'all as well hun" cupping her wife's pouting face then kissed her lips. Paige brush smoothly aside a strand of azzi's hair to her ear, "You look extra gorgeous baby" she mutter Azzi rolled her eyes to hide her blush but failed her wife still noticed it.

"I guess the twins will have a baby brother or sister tonight" cocky smile on her face Azzi pinched her side instantly laughing. "Shut up" in a silly tone.

The wifes time was disrupted after Azzi saw the twin walk out from their bedroom while rubbing their eyes.

"Mommy?" they spoke simultaneously in a tiny sleepy voice. Azzi rushed to them to give them a warm tight hug, "Ohh my babies I miss you two".

"We miss you too mommy" Si spoke excitedly Azzi looked at her.

"We do mommy so much" Mi added, as Azzi looked at him she noticed the bondage on her forehead she feel her nerve wrack.

"What happened to you forehead Mi?" she ask but Mi pointed to her momma who's currently standing crossed arms behind her wife, Azzi look at her wife with deadly eyes. Paige can feel her wife's mood shifted and her heart beats so really fast.

She start to explain about what happened, "U-uhm e-earlier w-when-" stuttering.

"Mi, Si, Babies can you both go back to your room for awhile because Mommy and momma will talk for minutes" the twin nods as a respond and return to their room right away.

"Paige Bueckers - Fudd!" she get up facing her wife eyes throwing dagger. "Care to explain what happened here while I'm gone?" she mutter emphatically.

Paige is sweating cold already and hands are shaking. "M-mi e-earlier a-accidentally slip on t-the floor" she respond her voice is shaky.

"Are you not looking after them?" she raised her forehead frown.

"O-of course i-i do, b-but a-accident happens a-and it's j-just an small scratch B-babe" she explained while inhaling so deeply, playing with the end of her shirt to calm herself a little.

"It's better be just a scratch Bueckers." then turned her back to Paige leaving her frightened and followed the twins to their room.

Paige let out a deep sigh, heart still pounding and tears start to build up in the corner of her eyes. She took shower first and change her clothes to sleepwear then lay down to their bed after, facing the opposite side of their bed. She's kinda upset for what happened yet she overthink that maybe it is really her fault, she feel her heart ache a little, and tear dropped to her pillow.

Azzi enter to their room slowly not making any noise, she do the same thing as her wife does before she crawled next to her wife. She heard her wife sobs silently, "Baby I am so sorry if I got mad at you" she whispered apologetically and slip her arm to Paige side. "I-it's o-okay, it's my fault anyways I didn't look after them well" she murmur loud enough for her wife to hear.

"Baby can you look at me please, hm?" she pleaded softly, Paige wiped her tears before facing her wife but she bury her face against azzi's neck to avoid her gaze. "Wife, hyss, Look I'm sorry for how I reacted, I knew already what really happened and I knew as well that you did a really great job today taking care of the twin, I'm so proud of you"

Paige looked up at her wife. "And how'd you know?" she asked. "The twin told me" she replied a genuine smile on her face, "They told me everything, how the three of you made pancakes, play, and how you take care to the both of them" stroking her wife's Blondie hair, "Especially Mi, he told me how you rushed to pick her up when he slipped on the floor and treat him right away" she added wiping Paige's tears.

"They do?" Azzi nodded as a respond. Paige curled up to her wife tightly bury her face again to her neck and Azzi do the same and placing a kiss on her upset wife's head.

"You forgive me baby?" she spoke in a calm tone.

"No" she mouthed, "Unless-" Azzi cuts her off immediately because her wife's mood shifted and there's now a cocky smile on her face azzi knew already what is the next word that will came out to her wife's lips, "The kids will hear us" she make a face but Paige didn't give a budge and attack her wife with hungry kisses then topped her, azzi's body made a reaction feeling her wife's warm kisses trailing down to her neck and let out a silent moan Paige shushed her right away. "Shush they will hear us" and continue what she's doing down to her azzi's chest leaving marks on her way.

Azzi throw her head on the sheet and pushing her wife deeper. "P-paige p-please i-i can't wait more any l-longer-" she breathlessly moan silently making Paige smirk, blondie helped her to take her shirt off for more skin access as she inhaling azzi's scent. "Whatever you want sweetheart" then slip her hand and insert her two finger deeply to her wife's wet core. Pulling in and out faster and deeper making Azzi moan louder but she she cover her mouth to prevent the noise coming from her wife.

Meanwhile Paige is getting deeper and deeper her wife felt her stomach curling, "P-p i-i'm a-about to cum baby" she's almost out of breath, "Just cum baby, you're doing good, yeah" as she goes faster. Azzi grips to Paige's head tighten sign that she cum already, gasping for air. Paige pull out her hand out of her wife bottom sleep wear and place a gentle kiss on her lips.

They both end up with each other arm after the passionate time, breathlessly, Paige stroking her wife's hair, "You're forgiven baby" she teased. Azzi rolled her eyes half joking, "Shut up".

"I love you more wife" grinning and proud for what she just had done to her wife.

"I love you most" as they shared a warm genuine kiss again before falling deeply to each other's embrace.

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Ps: A fluff pazzi fic for y'all before I drop the updated version of the series fic stay tuned! Thankyou for reading babes appreciate y'all and feel free for request/feedbacks! Lovelotsss! 💗💗💗

(Special crdt for the twin's name Sierra and Miles to that one pazzi fic writer, please tagged her iyk her 💗)

[duffslut]

Kiss your pain away

Slash x Reader

My Masterlist.

Word Count: 432

Warnings: Fluff!

- You're early! - You said when Slash got home, you were wrapped in sheets on the couch while your cramps ate you alive.

You stretched your arms out towards him, begging for a hug while pouting slyly. You had begged him not to miss the rehearsal, but as soon as he left the house (against his will) you regretted it. He wanted to take care of you but you thought you were well enough to be alone, which wasn't quite true.

- I couldn't concentrate knowing my baby was home alone. - Slash said, getting under the covers on the couch with you, wrapping you in a warm hug. - How are you doll?

You pressed your belly with your hands, trying to find some way to alleviate at least a little of that unbearable pain, Slash looked at you worriedly, pulling your body closer to his, and you felt tiny under his big arms.

- Would a kiss make you feel better? - He whispered, brushing the tip of his nose against yours before kissing you softly.

- It didn't work. - You said whining. - Another one! - You asked.

Slash laughed and touched the tip of your chin with his fingers, giving you another kiss, this time longer and hotter.

- One more! - You asked again and you received a bunch of little kisses all over your face.

- I'm feeling used. - Slash said, pretending to be out of breath.

- That's what you're here for. -You said between laughs, but your joy soon disappeared when a sharp pain almost pierced your stomach. - Fuck fuck fuck!! - You yelled in pain.

You curled up on the couch and closed your eyes tightly, thinking about how much you hated having your period, having cramps and not being able to even get up during this time.

- I'll bring you something, okay? - Slash spoke softly in your ear and ran his hand through your hair before getting up from the couch.

You just nodded.

- Here bunny, sit down. - Slash asked.

You sat up with the sheets still wrapped around you, he was holding a glass of water with something dissolved inside.

- It's a... A medicine for girls. - He said, trying to remember the name. - The woman at the pharmacy said it works.

Slash watched as you drank the medicine, and when you were done he took the cup from your hands and placed an incredibly giant box of chocolate in your hands.

- And this is for you for being a good girl. - He said, and you were so emotional that you felt like you were going to cry. - Even though you're only behaving because you're sick.

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༻¨*:· summary ·:*¨༺ Remus only wants to kiss you when he's drunk.

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Remus Lupin was drunk; he often was at parties. 

For some reason, people think Remus isn't like his friends. He's the mature one. You had yet to learn where people got that idea from. Remus Lupin was a troublemaker in every sense of the word, and you swore his mouth would get you in trouble, too.

He would talk to you until you were giggling. It would result in glances from other students and stares from professors. 

But, right now, you swore his mouth was about to get you into a different kind of trouble.

Another thing about Remus Lupin was that he was usually kissing someone, messily snogging them in the corner of a party before disappearing.

"Lights are so bright right now," Remus hiccuped. 

You laughed, "Okay, handsome," Remus blushed at the nickname, "Time to get you to bed."

He pouted, "But that's not fair," He whined.

"Why?"

"'Cos then I—" He put his finger up as he struggled to remember what he was going to say, "I have to say goodbye to you."

Your heart tightened. Why did Remus always have to say things like that when he was drunk?

You laughed, "I'm sure you won't miss me that much."

He frowned and looked almost offended, "Of course, I'll miss you that much," He argued.

"You don't mean that," You sighed, tired from this stupid act he would put on.

"Now," You forced him to stand with you, "Off to bed."

As you cut him off, he was about to argue, "No if's, and's, or buts."

He frowned.

"Stay with me," He was finally in bed, but now came the tricky part: leaving.

"I can't, Remus."

"But," He pouted while extending his arms, "Love you."

Your eyes pricked with tears, "You don't mean that, Remus," You turned away from him, crossing your arms.

He grabbed your arm, "I do!" There was hurt plastered across his face as he quietly repeated: "I do."

But he doesn't.

"Please, y/n," He pleaded, "Love you, please stay."

Your heart crumbled with every word that came out of his mouth.

"Remus," You sighed, "I can't do this."

He looked like a wounded animal, "Why? 'M I that unlovable?"

Your heart hurt. He's not unlovable. He's one of the most lovable people, you tell him. 

"So why don't you love me?" He asked.

"I do love you," You responded, trying to sound confident.

Remus crossed his arms, "But not in the way I love you."

"My love," You brushed some hair from his eyes, "I love you in the way you think you love me. I want to kiss you, Remus."

The gears were turning in his inebriated brain, "So why don't you?"

A tear rolled down your cheek, "Because you don't want to kiss me when you're sober."

Remus was fixated on your tear, "I don't?" He wiped the tear away, "How stupid of me," His hand lingered on your face.

Typically, you would laugh at this, but you couldn't bring yourself to do it, "Remus, you are drunk. You aren't thinking straight." You sighed as more tears fell, "There's a reason you don't want to kiss me," You choked, and your voice was weak, "There's a reason you don't want to kiss me when you can think straight."

Remus opened his arms; you couldn't resist the hug, so you collapsed into him. He kissed your head, "I'm sorry. I must really be dumb when I can think straight because you're so pretty, and so nice, and so perfect," He whispered. 

"Please just stay for the night," He tried once more, "Stay the night, then when I wake up, I'll remember why you're here and kiss you."

You tried your hardest to resist, "I can't do that, Remus."

He looked so hurt, "Why not?" 

You sighed, "Because I've done it too many times."

His brows creased, "What?"

You swallowed the lump in your throat, "Remus, every time you get blackout drunk, you do this. You tell me you love me, you ask me to stay, and you tell me you'll remember in the morning. You never remember." You cried harder, "I can't do it again."

"How many times?"

You sniffled, "This is the sixth time."

"This time, Y/n, I'll remember. I will wake up and kiss you," He promised.

You weren't sure why you listened, but you crawled into bed, and Remus cuddled against you. At least you had him in some capacity, right?

You woke up; Remus was already up, drinking tea, "G'morning." He said.

"Hi," You feigned puzzlement, "Why am I here?"

Remus shrugged, "Dunno."

Your heart frowned. You knew he wouldn't remember, but that doesn't mean it stung any less.

"I'll get going," You murmured. It was routine at this point. But today, he grabbed your wrist, "Stay with me?"

You pursed your lips and furrowed your brows, "Why?"

He smirked, "Because I was lying, I know why you're here, and I want to kiss you."

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[nethhiri]

Chapter 58: Night Watch

Warnings: torture, violence, references to rape, sex (watersports incoming; nothing plot wise happens in that part, so you can skip if you're not into it)

The light coming in Killer's window was already past the blue-pink of early morning and was solidly into the bright, yellow light of midday. You stretched and sighed, smiling slightly as you realized you could see the light pouring in the window. It wasn't a dream. Part of you kept thinking you would wake up and still be blind. There was a weight lifted off you now that you had made up with Killer, who was already awake and out for the day. You felt a little bit guilty you didn't make him sweat for a while longer based on how upset you had been, but you were more willing to forgive since he had never hurt you before. That and you had been craving the comfort of human touch. 

You shut Killer's door behind you, and at the same time heard another door shut next to you. The hair on your neck prickled as the familiar, large, red shape manifested next to you, instantly pissing you off. You didn't give Kid the satisfaction of acknowledging him. Kid, as opposed to Killer, had hurt you plenty before, and it was easier to keep him in the doghouse. You walked past him.

"Hey." Kid called. "HEY! Are ya gonna ignore me?"

"You're hard to ignore." You sneered, "But I'll do my best for you, captain."

"I'M FUCKING SORRY! OKAY?!" Kid yelled after you. 

Coming onto the deck, you passed by Quincy, who was enjoying a fruity cocktail. You plucked the toothpick of fruit out of it and slid the chunks off with your teeth. She made a whine of protest. 

"Thanks." You finished chewing and perched the toothpick between your lips. You needed something to chew or you would grind your teeth into nothing. 

"I didn't say you could have it!" 

"I'll take your next night watch." That made Quincy's mood instantly better. It was an out of proportion trade, however, you liked the alone time it offered you. Sure, it was normally in pairs, but you would usually kick out the other person, which is what you would do for this instance as well.

Quincy smirked. "It's tonight, so rest up." She watched your jaw clench as Kid walked past. She rolled her eyes, knowing that you two were fighting again. 

You stormed off towards the dungeon with a quick wave goodbye to Quincy. You ate and slept plenty. Now, you could get back to business. 

The brig had been cleaned since you were down here last. The gore had been shoveled or mopped away and the tools had been cleaned and polished. That made you frown. They looked much more intimidating covered in dried blood and flesh. The prisoners were taken care of in the barest minimum, only to ensure they didn't die too soon. Your frown deepened when you saw they had also gotten rid of your spare parts, the body you had brought back down the day prior. Warthin was haggard but he didn't look dead inside yet. It was your mission to change that.

You stood in front of him and surveilled his current state. He flinched away from you, clenching his eyes shut and turning his head. You scoffed, "I haven't even done anything to you yet."

"H-haven't you?" 

You hummed and mused, "I see I haven't broken you. Good. There's still a lot we need to get through." 

"Please. I know what I did to you was wrong. I can't take it back, but I'm sorry. Please let me go. I'll fuck off to an uninhabited island and you'll never see my face again." He rambled.

"Tell me where to find Von Kossa and I'll think about it." 

"I-I can't do that."

"Enlighten me." He shifted nervously. "I said enlighten me." You pressed your hand just under his ribcage, using your devil fruit to stick one finger through his skin. You followed that with the rest of your fingers as a countdown, until your whole hand sank into his skin. 

Warthin screamed watching your hand disappear into him. "I DON'T KNOW WHERE HE IS! I SWEAR!" 

You slipped your arm under the ribcage, blood streaming down your arm and dripping from the point of your elbow. Warthin's eyes crossed briefly as you tickled his heart. You could feel it beating in your hand. It was still separated from you by the thin pericardium. 

"I DON'T KNOW! I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING!"

"I don't believe you. You're his little dog. I know that you know where the other end of the leash is." You pushed your fingers through the pericardium and scissored your fingers to make the hole large enough to fit all of your fingers, slipping them closer to his beating heart.

"NO!" He blubbered. "I DON'T KNOW!"

His pleading turned to gasping and sputtering as you closed your fist around his heart, momentarily stopping it. It squirmed in your hand, trying to slip from your grasp like a fish trying to go back to the water. You released your grip before you caused him to go into cardiac arrest permanently.

"Do you know anything now?" 

"N-NO!" He was still gasping for air. "HELP! Somebody help m-me!"

"Who do you think is going to help you here?" You chuckled. "Tell me where he is."

"He'll k-kill me," Warthin blubbered again, snot running down his face. 

"I'LL KILL YOU!" You screamed into his face. "AND LET ME REMIND YOU I CAN DO IT AS MANY TIMES AS I LIKE!"

You gripped his heart again, causing him intense burning pain and a feeling of suffocation. It beat slower and slower as you deprived it of oxygen. Warthin's face turned red, then purple and his eyes rolled into the back of his skull. His mouth opened and closed desperately trying to swallow air. He was unintelligibly begging for his life as the light left his eyes again. His heart twitched a few times in your palm. You pumped it rhythmically until he drew in a sharp breath and the life returned to his features. Once you were sure he was alive again, you pulled your arm out, putting him back together on the way out. 

He was dazed for more than a few seconds, becoming sentient gradually. "Y-you're ... you're ...... a crazy.... fucking bitch." Warthin finally mustered the breath to get it out. 

You grinned with a pleased hum. "Don't forget it either. Now, are you going to tell me what I want to know?"

"H-he moves around a lot. I... don't know where he is." When you raised your hand to hit him, he cowered. "It's the truth! It's the truth! I really don't know!" 

You glared at him. Maybe you could use him to lure Von Kossa somewhere or you could manipulate Warthin to make Von Kossa give his location away. You growled your frustration and grabbed his chain off the wall, forcing him to the ground. There were other various chains and hooks so that you could position him however you liked. For now, you like him on all fours, so you limited his movement in order for him to be stuck in that position. You kicked him in the stomach until he threw up, making it hurt just to keep his back straight. Then you went to the wall of tools and selected something akin to a cheese grater. What was it with you and kitchen items? With that, you roughed up his palms and knees until they became raw and ragged. After each one was done, Warthin screamed louder and louder, the wood and dirt on the floor stinging his wounds. 

He was so loud, you didn't hear the door to the dungeon being opened and closed. You hadn't bothered with sealing it. You didn't want to waste any of your power. Only the soft clearing of a throat alerted you to Heat's presence. 

"You here to watch?" You raised an eyebrow at him. 

"Uh, actually there's someone in the infirmary who needs you."

"What do I look like, a fucking doctor?"  You bit back before you thought about it, so engrossed in your devious thoughts. "Oh. I guess that is my job." You just hadn't done it in a while so it was easy to forget. It's not like you were trained as one in any official sense.

"Yeah..." 

"Is it urgent?"

"Well-"

"Wanna play with me?" You batted your eyelashes at him. You knew it wasn't fair to use your charms on Heat, especially after he had saved you from yourself. "Just a little longer?" But you did it anyway.

Heat glanced over his options. "If I burn one, can- can you make him go back to normal?" He could do with a little stress relief.

You grinned from ear to ear. "Of course I can."

Heat grabbed one of the prisoners and placed him into a spot that was backed by stone instead of wood. There were singe marks around the edges and a vent over it. It must have been made especially for him. Heat pinned his arms and legs to the wall with the provided shackles. Then he stood back, applied chapstick from a small tube he pulled from his pants pocket, and let loose. You had seen him do it before, but it was fascinating to watch up close. The room rapidly became much warmer and the smell of burnt flesh permeated the space. Heat stopped and gestured to you. You stepped to the man, feeling the residual heat radiate from his red, oozing flesh. The flesh that wasn't red was black, crispy, and falling to the floor. Proximity made your power work better, though you had been building up skill and endurance the entire time you had been in the dungeon. The man glowed and his skin started to grow back in random patches, like moss on a log, until he was covered again. You hadn't bothered with the hair though.

"Can I do it again?" Heat asked. "I don't get to use my fire a lot because it kills them too quickly."

You came to stand by his side, admiring the excited expression on his normally sad face. "As many times as you want, buttercup." 

Your tongue toyed with the toothpick between your lips as you watched Heat repeatedly barbecue your prisoner. Each time he went a little further, testing your ability. If he was charred to bone you wouldn't be able to reverse it, anything up to that, however, you could most likely mend. The pop and sizzle of the man's fat reminded you of when Killer cooked bacon in the morning. The man alternated between being a bright beacon of orange and a soft glowing firefly. Heat was breathing hard and his lips were dry, cracked, and uncomfortable. He had been so enthusiastic, he forgot to apply his chapstick. He was ready to stop anyway, satisfied with his open-flame cooking. 

"C'mere." You beckoned him with your finger so that he bent to your level. Gently grabbing his cheeks with both your hands, you pulled him for a kiss, healing the chapped and cracked skin as your lips touched his. Heat let out a soft whine as you pulled away. You pecked him on the nose. "All done."

Heat had a blush spreading across his cheeks. "I thought you didn't need to touch to use your devil fruit anymore."

"I don't. I just like to fluster you because you're so cute." 

Heat rolled his eyes and followed behind you as you went to the infirmary. It turned out that was by design, because when you opened the door, you immediately turned to leave. Heat's chest blocked your exit. You thought for a moment that you might use your fruit to walk through him, but you hadn't tried that yet and didn't want to risk becoming Heat's conjoined twin. You turned back around at a less than blistering pace.

"I'VE BEEN WAITIN FOR A FUCKIN HOUR. WHAT TOOK YA SO LONG? YA FUCKIN?" The last part seemed more curious than accusatory. 

"My apologies for the wait, captain. I didn't want to come." You begrudgingly stood in front of Kid, waiting for him to tell you what was wrong. It was most likely another ploy to get your attention. 

Kid pulled his flesh hand out from the metal one that had been holding it and you jumped back. All of the disdain and anger you had towards Kid evaporated and was replaced with worry. Two of his fingers were about blown off, only shreds hanging by tendons remained. 

"KID, WHAT THE FUCK?!" You almost tripped over yourself running to the cabinets.  You rummaged through them with urgency for some antiseptic to disinfect the area before you healed it. "HEAT, I ASKED IF IT WAS URGENT!"

"He didn't say it was." Heat shrugged. 

"You have eyes that work, don't you!?" You ran back to Kid after you found what you were looking for and doused his hand. "What did you do, Kid?!"

He sucked in a breath as the stinging liquid hit his wounds. He was surprised he could feel anything, given that most of the nerves were melted off. "Nothin!"

"Tell me!" You pancaked his hand between your own two. Hands were a bit complex so you wanted to make sure it was healed correctly. You looked into his workshop and saw little wisps of smoke coming from something. "You burnt yourself? Something exploded?"

Heat chuckled to himself. "Boss... you got fingerblasted." 

Kid didn't find it as funny. "M'GONNA FINGERBLAST YER SORRY ASS, HEAT!" Kid saw you trying not to crack. "ROTTEN, KEEP THAT MOUTH SHUT."

"Promise?" Heat retorted, bursting into laughter. 

You were actually worried about Kid, but you couldn't help yourself and burst out laughing alongside Heat. "Stop. His fingerblasting days are going to be over if I can't focus." It was, in fact, his index and middle finger that were afflicted with Explosion Accident Disorder. 

The giggles between you and Heat wore off as you began to restore Kid's hand. First, the bones remineralized. Then the ligaments slid back into place and the red-pink muscles and silvery tendons wrapped around them. Pale skin crept down from Kid's wrist and surrounded the two reconstructed fingers. The finishing touch was his fingernails growing back into place, which was uncomfortable only because normally he couldn't feel them growing. Kid shivered. He held his hand up to inspect, flexing his fingers. 

"Good?" You got a rag and dampened it, grabbing Kid's metal hand and wiping the blood off. There was still some concern left in you. What if he hurt himself worse next time? And what was he doing to hurt himself so badly in the first place?

"Only one way ta find out." Kid curled his fingers suggestively, grinning at you. 

"Fuck you." You were trying to be the nice, compassionate caregiver you were supposed to be when you were in this context, but of course Kid had to push you too far. It was a good thing you still had that toothpick, or you would have cracked your teeth. You flung the rag in his face and stormed out. "He's all yours, Heat."

The door slammed and Heat frowned at Kid. "So you didn't apologize?"

"I tried!" Kid pouted. "And what was that!? She was laughing and being all nice and then she turned into a bitch!"

Heat was so tired of being in the middle of this. "She was probably worried about you and was laughing to distract herself from the fucking hand you almost blew off." He folded his arms. "I'm not helping you anymore. I told you what to do," He sternly added. 

Kid glowered, too stubborn to admit there was a part of him that didn't want to try apologizing for real, in case you decided to stop forgiving him this time.

"I believe in you, boss." Heat said it in a very reassuring way.

On your way back to the dungeon, Killer intercepted you, seeing that you were upset. As Heat did with Kid, Killer encouraged you to talk things over with Kid. Maybe it was petty of you, or childish, but you simply did not want to. No one could make you do anything. Kid was going to have to man up and apologize, a real apology. You weren't initiating shit and you weren't going to give into his charm. Killer may have been fucked and forgiven, but he was still on probation. His well-meaning words made you angry, not necessarily at him, and you stormed off again. You grumbled a noise of displeasure as you went back to the dungeon, with Minerva accompanying you this time. 

It was beginning to get a little boring, so you had to get more and more creative. You sat on Warthin's back, using him as your front row seat. With Mini's help, you had disarticulated the shoulder and hip joints of the prisoners. Their limbs were flopped at unnatural angles as muscles had no resistance and could pull the bones wherever they wanted. They were lined up on the floor, unchained, only able to move by using their chin, chest, and hips. You watched as they raced to Peach Tree Man, with the promise that whoever won would be free from having to fuck Warthin's ass later. Curiously, one did not even try. He would have Warthin first, you decided. 

The torsos wiggled furiously across the floor, scraping the fuck out of their stomachs. The weight of their limbs made this more difficult for them, which was one of the reasons you left them attached. You laughed as Mini snapped at them from behind, making them move faster for fear of getting their feet crushed. They looked like pink-fleshy maggots. By the time they reached the other side of the room, there were red trails behind them. The one that Heat had toyed with earlier only made it halfway before he became too exhausted to move, having used a lot of his energy screaming and being burnt alive. Mini made good on her threats and grabbed him by the feet, dragging and tossing him around like a rag doll. None of them were in danger of dying so you left them as they were, putting them back in their places. The 'winner' you hung up last. 

"Congratulations, you don't have to fuck Warthin's ass." You patted him mockingly on the cheek. "You will have to fuck his mouth though."

"No! I don't w-want to do that!" 

You punched him. "Why not? You love doing it to every other unwilling person. He'll hate it. That should really get you going, you rapist pig." You addressed all of them. "You're going to fuck him or you're going to get fucked. So make your choices now." You smiled at the terror in their eyes. You didn't tell them when they would have to perform. You were hoping Kid would finish your eye so the first thing you got to watch with your full vision back would be revenge. It was better that they didn't know when things would happen anyway. It gave them time to live in fear, just as you did when you had no idea what was going on around you when you were captive.

You wanted to stay longer, however you did promise Quincy you would take her night watch shift in exchange for borrowing her stupid toothpick. You were at the door to leave but spun on your foot, pulling the toothpick out of your mouth. You had been idly chewing it all day, but you didn't need it anymore. Using some tongs to avoid touching it with your bare hands, you gripped Warthin's pathetic little worm, plucked the toothpick from your mouth, and shoved it right up his urethra. His scream was so high-pitched, it might have shattered glass.

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Whoever else was on night watch with you wasn't there yet. Between the dungeon and your current position, you had grabbed a snack and had a quick shower, trading your normal clothes for leggings and a giant T-shirt that had probably been Kid's so you would be more comfortable. You sat on the small bench that went around the mast and propped your feet up on the bucket portion of the crow's nest. From this position you had a comfortable view of the horizon. It was a nice evening, perfect for you to stew over your thoughts. They circled around Kid. It bothered you that Kid really didn't seem to understand what about his comment made you so upset, seeing that he kept making crude remarks at you. Normally you didn't mind, in fact you thought they were funny most of the time, but right now it bothered you. It wasn't that you were against fucking, obviously, but you wanted to be more than that, be reassured that you were a crew member and partner above anything else. In fact, you were mad that he hadn't apologized yet because you did want to fuck him. You wanted to feel close to him and feel loved by him, not feel like a convenient toy. Now in the right setting, being a toy didn't sound so bad. What is wrong with me? You had to prove a point first though.

Damn your mind. You were supposed to be angrily digesting your thoughts. Instead, you kept thinking dirty things. Fucking Killer had unlocked your libido after it had been hidden away by trauma for so long. It was a struggle to stay mad at Kid when he kept doing naked somersaults through your head. Maybe you could rub one out after you kicked out your watch-mate. Then you could really focus on everything you were going to say to Kid and it would prevent you from caving to your vagina's demands. 

There was a shuffling and grunt behind you as someone joined you in the crow's nest. 

"Get lost. I'll handle it by myself."

"That's no way to speak to your superior."

You turned, confused, to see Wire. "Oh." You sighed and looked back to your half of the horizon. There went your chance of having some alone time.

Wire sat behind you facing the opposite direction. 

You had forgotten all about the warning you were given several months ago, the one about night watch with Wire. There was no reason for the memory to be triggered. Wire sat on his side. You sat on yours. It was silent, but for the waves and for thunder in the distance. Several hours later, only the edge of the storm brushed the ship. A light rain began to fall. It felt refreshing at first, though the wind sent a chill down your spine as it blew against your damp clothes. 

"Cold?" Wire asked. He checked on you and saw you shivering.

"Just a little. I'll go grab a coat."

"Don't bother. It was only a light rain and you'll be dry in no time."

"Yeah you're right." You could tough it out for a few minutes.

"Here." 

You scooted halfway to him to see what he was offering you, as you couldn't bend far enough over to see him from your side. Wire was holding out his cape for you to get under. You debated until another gust of wind made your decision for you, hurriedly scooting close enough to pull the edge of his cape around your arm. It was big enough that you weren't touching him. Another wave of rain came, this time harder, and you scrunched as small as you could to stay covered in Wire's cloak as he pulled it to cover himself. You hadn't realized it was waterproof.

It was dark inside Wire's cloak. You were uncomfortably pressed against his side. You used your devil fruit to emit a soft glow, just so you could see a bit better. It was almost comical how big Wire was. It was like you were in a small circus tent, minus the elephants. What it did have was The Man With Three Legs. Your eyes just so happened to drift across Wire's lap. His tiny, black shorts left little to the imagination. There was the sturdy silhouette of his cock plastered against his leg. Was that even comfortable? It looked like it barely fit. One fatal twitch and his tip would be peeking out from the pant leg. It definitely wasn't healthy to have your junk compressed like this. As the ship doctor, you should suggest not wearing those particular shorts. And maybe he could start not wearing them right now. No! You banished those thoughts from your head and tore your gaze away from Wire's beautiful penis imprint. 

"Doing ok in there?"

"Mhm."

"Just checking." Wire added. "You were breathing pretty heavily." 

"I'm cockstraphobic. CLAUSTROPHOBIC. I'm claustrophobic," Your muffled voice suggested from the inside of his coat. 

When the patter of rain against the fabric slowed to a stop, Wire parted his cape and peered into it. 

"Hi," you said, looking up at the face above you.

"Rain stopped." Wire had a hint of smugness to his voice. "Hope you weren't too uncomfortable."

You wiggled out from Wire's side to stand up and stretch, noticing that everything was wet. Obviously it was wet; it had just rained. Specifically, the spot you had been in was wet and you didn't really want to have a wet backside.

Wire saw your discomfort. "You can still sit here if you would like."

You glanced from your seat to the dry spot next to Wire. This was a trap. "I'll stand." You returned to your side of the crow's next and leaned your elbows on the bucket lip so the you were partially bent over.

"You sure? That doesn't look comfortable." Wire added, "But I won't complain about the view."

"Turn around, pervert. Watch your side of the sea."

"Me? Pervert?" Wire chuckled. "I think of it more as admiration. You know... the same way you were admiring my cock."

You whipped your head around. "No I wasn't!" 

"It's ok, sweetheart. Everyone does it."

"Well, when you wear shorts like that, it's hard not to stare." You huffed. "And by the way, it's not good for your sperm to have your balls confined like that."

"Hm." Wire hummed. "I haven't had an exam in a while. Maybe you should make sure everything is working properly then, doc." 

Your eyebrow twitched up. What would be the harm in just a quick, professional check up? "Wire, we have to keep watch." It wasn't fair. You were so horny and he was offering it up so casually. 

"Fine." Wire sighed. 

"I didn't say no. I just said we have to keep watch." Saliva was pooling in your mouth just thinking about getting stuffed. "I can't refuse a patient."

Wire grinned and had a wicked tint to his features. "Can't refuse, hm?" Wire thought for a moment. "Lean on that, like you did a second ago, but in front of me."

You did as he asked, giving him a wonderful view of your round ass. 

"Touch yourself." 

Again, you did as he asked, sliding your fingers over your clothes to rub your clit. You heard the rustle of clothing. 

"Back up."

You stayed bent over, pressing your backside out further, closer to Wire. It wasn't a large space so he was fairly close to you. You felt a thick finger slide between your clothed lips, feeling the moisture that was gathering there. He pressed his fingertip into your clit until you squirmed in an attempt to get friction. His hands moved to your hips and ass, appreciating every inch. When his hands slid to the middle, you heard the tearing of fabric and gasped when the cool night air hit your bare pussy. You were about to complain about your pants when two fingers pushed into you and left any complaint you had dead in the water. It felt a little sore from the previous day, but quickly turned into pleasure. You looked between your legs and moaned when you saw that his pants were pushed down just enough to free his cock, so tall and heavy that it leaned to one side. His other hand stroked it.

"Shhh. You don't want everyone to know what a slut the ship doctor is." 

Wire grabbed your hips and lined them up with his. You pulled away and turned around. Your heart raced for a second, scared he was going to pull you straight down on his cock. Which, normally, you would have invited, but his size and your soreness made you nervous. 

"Be easy. I lost my virginity yesterday." 

Wire was easily puzzled by this. "I'm sure that's not true."

"First of all, I don't appreciate the implications of your tone. Second, it's a long story."

"Well I know it wasn't Kid who took it because he's been bitchin and moanin about how you're ignoring him."

You sank between his legs and put both hands around his shaft. "I'd rather not talk about Kid while I'm trying to fuck you."

"You're trying to fuck me?" Wire asked incredulously. "I thought this was a check up." 

"Shut up." You put your mouth over the tip, intending to go down gradually.

Wired tsked. "There you go again. Talking to your superior in such a disrespectful way." Wire grabbed both sides of your head and pushed you down until you gagged. He released you right afterwards and you came off his cock coughing. "Are you going to be a good girl?" 

"No, probably not."

Wire smiled. "Good. I like a brat." 

You went back into position but Wire pulled you up and turned you around, sitting you on his lap. One hand covered your mouth and the other went back to your pussy, slipping two fingers in. He worked you up until he fit a third finger in, pumping them into you until your cunt was sopping wet. He didn't even try to make you cum yet, and you had a feeling he wasn't going to let you any time soon. Your noises were muffled enough by his hand that only you and he could hear them. 

Wire whispered in your ear. "Yellow if you need to pause. Red if you need to stop. Repeat it back to me." Wire wasn't planning on being rough but it was better to be safe. He removed his hand from your mouth for you to answer.

You nodded. "Yellow to pause. Red to stop." 

Wire put his hands under your thighs and lifted you with ease until you were over his cock. It took a few tries to get it in. You were so slippery that his cock kept slipping away from your entrance. He had to let one leg go and let you sag against his torso for a minute while he grabbed his shaft and guided the head into you. Even with prep, there was a sting as Wire stretched you further. If you were honest, you kind of liked the sting. Wire's hand returned to your thigh as he lifted you up and down his shaft, going further down every time. You bit your lip to keep the moans in, but were failing miserably. 

"Hush," Wire spoke lowly into your ear. 

Wire settled you in his lap with your legs on the outside of his, spread as far as you could comfortably be spread. He was still after that. 

"What's wrong?" You asked him, tilting your head back to stare up at him. 

"Well. I just remembered. You said we need to keep watch. I wouldn't want us to be distracted." 

"I changed my mind. Fuck watch." You rocked your hips for friction and he stilled them with his massive hands.

Wire chuckled darkly. "No. You're right. As a commander, I have to stay focused." 

You pouted. "Wire, c'mon." Groaning, you strained to move against his iron grip.

"You're so cute when you're desperate, fucking brat." 

You moved your hand to play with your clit again and Wire snatched your wrist, twisting it behind your back and pining it between you and himself. You whined, "Wire, please."

"Prove you can be good and I'll give you what you want."

You made a discontented growl but stayed still, hopeful that Wire would give in to his own desires soon and fuck you bent over the crow's nest railing. 

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Kid and Killer were returning to their cabins for the night after spending some time in Kid's workshop. Of course, Kid was curious as to why you were leaving Killer's room that morning, so Killer enlightened him. Kid was internally screaming at himself for not making up with you sooner after he had heard about the whole pseudo-virgin thing. Mostly, he was jealous that Killer was forgiven and got to spend time with you.

They passed by Quincy as she came from the women's quarters, her hair bundled up in a turban to dry after her shower. 

"Why aren't you on watch?" Killer questioned, as he was acutely aware of the schedule. 

"Oh! I switched with Y/N." Quincy continued down the hall. 

It took Killer some processing time before he grabbed Kid's arm. "Wire's on watch."

They shared a knowing glance and hustled back out on deck until they were under the crow's nest. It wasn't a problem if you decided to fuck Wire. They wanted to check on you out of curiosity and maybe slight territorial instinct, not jealousy. 

"Y/N!" Killer called up to you.

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 You had been sitting in Wire's lap, completely still, trying not to think about every little twitch of his cock that you could feel, that you knew he was doing on purpose to tease you. You sat up a little straighter when you heard your name being called and looked at Wire.

"You can get up."

With his permission, you leaned over the edge of the crow's nest. "Yeah?" When you saw Kid, your lip curled. "What do you want?" 

"Just checking on you." Killer yelled up. 

"I'm fine? Wire is right here." You gestured behind you. Kid and Killer shared a look, which made you squint your eyes suspiciously at them. 

Wire got up to show his face to them, coming up right behind you, leaning over you on the edge. He was quite a bit taller than you so he was hunched at a strange angle. 

You sucked in a breath and tried not to betray what was happening as you felt Wire sheath himself back inside you. 

Wire whispered so only you heard. "Now touch yourself." You felt him pull out and push in, just enough for you to feel the movement but not enough that it was noticeable. 

"It rained. You didn't get wet?" Killer questioned. 

You were afraid to do as Wire said, but you obeyed anyway, before Wire could use it as an excuse to make you do something humiliating. "I'd say I'm a little w-wet. But it's fine." Even the smallest movements felt amazing after being still for so long. As soon as your fingertips touched your clit, you weren't so reluctant, taking advantage of the opportunity Wire gave you.

"You're not cold?" 

"I'll come up and give ya my coat!" Kid offered. 

"No!" You said with too much force. "No I'm actually hot. I'm very hot. Must be hormones or something." Your knees knocked together while Wire dragged deliciously slowly against your gummy walls and your fingers danced around your sensitive bud. 

"We're fine up here." Wire said. "Stop worrying so much about our girl. I'm taking very good care of her." He had a knowing smirk on his face, daring one of them to say something. To you only, Wire said, "Tell them."

You were pretty certain your eyes crossed as Wire pulled your hips tightly against him, so tightly that his tip was squished against your cervix. "Wire-" You coughed to cover a moan. "Wire's been keeping me warm." 

"Wire can handle watch by himself! Why don't ya come with me and..." Kid thought very hard about this one, trying not to make it a sex thing. "... tell me ... about yer day?" 

"Goodnight, captain." You said, ending the conversation. 

From behind you, you couldn't see but Wire was giving Kid the middle finger.

Killer cursed Wire, having to grab Kid and spin him around before he started a fight. 

Kid growled in an annoyed way, harshly whispering to Killer. "He's fucking balls deep in her. He doesn't even like her that much." 

Killer spoke out of the side of his mouth. "It sounds to me like maybe you're regretting your decision not to apologize sooner." 

"Ya better have something sexy on under those jeans."

"I'm not fucking you either. I need my beauty sleep," Killer reminded him. 

"THEN WHO'S GONNA FUCK ME?!" Kid accidentally yelled louder than he meant to. 

Wire's voice came from far away. "Try your hand!"

Killer had to restrain Kid again. Wire knew he was playing with fire, but it was worth it to see Kid get worked up over someone else playing with his things while he was still grounded. 

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Wire pulled you back onto his lap as he sat back down. He rewarded your good behavior with a few good pumps before he stilled again and took your hands away from pleasuring yourself. He tortured you most of the night by not moving, or by touching you just enough to make you whine and then rescinding it, or by whispering all the filthy things he'd like to do to you into your ear. It was driving you wild. All you wanted to do was ride his dick until you came at least once, preferably multiple times. You thought about using your devil fruit against him, but that would be cheating, and this was all a game. 

"If I decide that you deserve it, what do you want me to do to you, whore?" 

You involuntarily shivered. "I want you to bend me over that railing and fuck me until I'm crying." 

Wire chuckled. "Are you sure you want to ask that of me, princess?" 

"Please fuck me. Please." You begged. "It won't take much. Just give me 5 minutes."

"So needy." 

"I am. I am needy." You stretched and adjusted your position as your back started getting stiff, but also just to have an excuse to move.

"I know what you're doing."

"I'm not doing anything." 

Wire continued to bully you, telling you how big of a slut you were and how he bet you would love it if the entire crew took turns fucking you. He suggested fucking you in front of Kid and making him watch as a punishment for upsetting you, which was fairly appealing to you, except Kid didn't even deserve to watch. Every so often, Wire would shift for his own comfort and you relished it. It was so pathetic that him shifting his weight, and the minute movement it caused, had you throbbing and twitching. Wire had you so worked up, just by talking dirty to you for the most part. This time when he shifted, he was pressed uncomfortably against your bladder, which apparently was full. 

"Wire, can I use the bathroom really quickly? I have to pee."

"Sure."

When you tried to get up however, Wire held you in place. "Wire, you said I could go!"

"No. I said you could pee." 

"I'm not doing it here." 

"Then I guess you'll hold it." 

"You're disgusting. I'm not peeing in front of you, on you, whatever."

"Would it make you feel better if I peed on you first?" 

"Don't you dare." 

"You're not the one in charge here." 

Wire's hands wandered over you, tweaking you here and there. One slid over your lower stomach, firmly pressing down.

"Wire!" He knew what he was doing, putting pressure on your bladder.

"You don't have to do anything you don't want to. Curious how you haven't used your colors yet, though, isn't it? I think you want to." 

"I don't." The truth was, you weren't sure how you felt about it. Part of you was intrigued by the receiving end, being marked, almost animalistic in nature. Your pride wouldn't let you ask for it though. 

One of Wire's hands covered your mouth and the other went between your legs, tracing the outside of your labia and gradually moving inward. You shuddered when his finger finally pressed into your clit, arching your back into him. He rolled his hips from under you. It was hard not to hit your sweet spot when he had a dick that took up every inch of space there was inside you. You both resented and praised him for wanting to make a complete humiliating mess of you. You moaned freely into his hand, unworried about anyone hearing you. Every movement he made pressed into your bladder and it was a struggle to balance relaxing into his thrusts so you could cum and holding your piss in. 

"That's right, little one. You can make a mess in my lap. Come undone for me." 

You resisted, still holding onto your pride and your piss. 

"I know you want to cum so badly. Think about how good it will feel to let go."

You shook your head, still screaming into his palm. 

Wire was unrelenting in his movements, thrusting into you more, rubbing your clit in fast circles. "Cum for me. You've been begging all night to cum and now you're resisting me? Tch. You are a brat." 

You were less and less in control of your body as you gave in to your pleasure. Wire allowed you to roll your hips against his. Your hand was gripped tightly on his wrist, holding it in place over your clit. In a burst of stars across your vision, you came, thighs shaking, back arching, Wire's hand barely containing the blissful sound coming from your throat. Wire got what he wanted. As soon as you came, you did more than squirt, you soaked your torn leggings and Wire beneath you. 

"Fuck. Make a mess. Let it all out." Wire rubbed your clit harder until you were spraying the wood that made up the bottom of the crow's nest. "Good girl."

You were panting and blissed out in Wire's lap. All the edging built up into a huge, rapturous orgasm that had you completely limp against him. Every so often you twitched with aftershocks.

Wire took his hand from your mouth and stroked your hair. "That feels better, doesn't it?" 

You nodded, slumped in his lap. 

"You're my plaything aren't you?"

You nodded again. You would agree to whatever he said, too tired to put up a fight, too focused on the tingling endorphins zipping around your body as the orgasm lingered. 

"You'll do whatever I want, won't you?"

You nodded.

"Out loud, little one."

"I'll do whatever you want, Wire." 

"That's a good pet." Wire threw you so you were bent over the side of the crow's nest. "Now you get your reward. But you better cum quick, looks like dawn is close, and you wouldn't want Killer to wake up and see his favorite girl strung out on someone else's cock." 

You both knew damn well Killer would actually really enjoy that, but you played along. You didn't want anyone else to see that anyway and people would start getting up to start on their duties as soon as dawn broke. The sky had a light tint to it at the horizon, though dark clouds that threatened rain still hung low in the night sky. 

Wire grabbed your hair and your hip as leverage to pound into you. You weren't expecting him to start so rough, but you did say you wanted him to make you cry. The edge of the wood painfully pressed into your thighs as Wire pushed into you from behind. He was unrelenting, not even giving you a chance to recover from your orgasm. Your hand gripped the wood hard, half afraid he would fuck you right over the edge. Your cries were no longer imprisoned inside your mouth by Wire's hand and you cared little to cover them up. All you cared about was Wire fucking your brains out and being intoxicated with ecstasy.

"Oh fuck!" 

"That's it, slut. Beg for my cock. Tell me whose pussy this is."

"It's yours!" You moaned. "Ruin this cunt, Wire. Please."

Wire's monster cock rubbed your clit from the inside. He bullied your cunt, forcing his length as far into you as it would go, repeatedly pounding into your cervix. You were melted over the side of the crow's nest, lost in pleasure. Tears pricked the edges of your eyes as you gave in. Your thighs were soaked with a mix of the wetness of your cunt and your urine, and they only got wetter as Wire fucked into you. He was turning you into a sloppy puddle and you loved every second of it. 

Wire pulled you up so your back was touching him and shoved his fingers into your mouth to muffle you, as you were starting to actually get loud enough to wake the ship. Your wet, hot breath on his hand and the wanton moans spilling from your mouth made his balls tighten, threatening to spill inside you. He didn't even think you knew you were doing it, but you were throwing your hips back on him, and the way you were hypnotized by his fucking made him groan. Your cunt had him ini a vice grip, trying to milk him for every drop of cum he had. 

"I'm g-gonna cum," you stuttered. 

Wire grunted. "Me too. You gonna take all of it?"

"Fill me up! Please! I need it."

"That's ngh- my good little slut."

As soon as Wire felt your walls clench around him, it pushed him over the edge. His balls squeezed as he spilled his seed inside you. An impressive amount of cum was unloaded into you, spilling out onto your thighs as his cock left no room in your pussy for the cum to go. Every pulse of your orgasm pushed a little more of his seed out. Wire felt your weight fall into him. Your knees gave out with the intensity of the waves coursing through you. Wire lowered you sit on the bench, licking his lips at the way you were slumped and whimpering, legs spread, leaking his seed, with your pretty pink pussy exposed in your ripped clothes. He couldn't help but thrust his fingers back between your puffy lips, feeling his stickiness clinging to you. You whined feeling his fingers move inside your overly-sensitive body. Wire stroked himself, not to stay hard, but to feel the residual pleasure before his dick softened. 

"What do you say?"

You barely registered Wire talking to you. "T-thank you."

"That pretty, tight pussy is mine, right?"

You nodded. "Yes, sir."

"You want me to make it mine?"

"Mhm." Fat raindrops started to fall on the ship, cool against your skin. Then you felt something warm pattering against you. You were brought partially out of your stupor by the sight of Wire with his heavy shaft in his hand, pissing directly onto your spread cunt, marking you. The foreign feeling of the stream hitting your clit made your legs twitch. Warmth rose to your cheeks as you processed that you were allowing yourself to get peed on by Wire. It was both humiliating and arousing. Maybe you had some kinks that needed to be explored further. 

Wire pressed a kiss to your forehead and slapped your vulva when he was finished. "You were so good for me. Let me take care of my pretty pet." 

The sun's rays were starting to branch out from the horizon line as Wire carried you unseen to his and Heat's quarters. It was smaller than either Kid or Killer's cabins, and there was no separation between Heat and Wire's spaces, but they still had their own bathroom, again smaller than Kid and Killer's. You could hear rain begin to pour down harder, which was for the best since it would wash away the mess in the crow's nest. It was also relaxing as Wire stripped your soiled and torn clothing from you. He brought you into their shared bathroom, and was supporting you with his arm while he disrobed as well. Wire ran a bath and brought you in with him, as their bathtub was also large enough to fit someone as large as Wire and then some. He let you lay on his chest while you soaked. 

"You did so well, sweetheart. Does anything hurt?"

You shook your head. You really just wanted to sleep now.

"I know that was new for you. How was it? If you didn't like it, you don't have to do it again."

You thought about it. "I... liked it."

"Good." Wire stroked your hair.

You mustered the strength to sit up and face Wire. You hadn't taken the time to appreciate his features, usually lost on his dick when he was sans clothes. The flecks of gray in his dark hair were charming. You scratched his sideburns affectionately. "Thank you for guiding me into something new." You felt like he deserved some praise, too. You grinned. "You know, you weren't that mean to me this time."

"And you weren't that much of a brat."

You sighed a weak laugh. 

Wire cleaned you up and tucked you into his bed, choosing himself to slide in next to Heat, who was still asleep in his own bed. You thought you heard some sleepily exchanged words of endearment between them before you melted into unconsciousness. 

NEXT

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[shbtcklyy]

colors and suns

Erwin buys some paint to cheer up Levi.

(lee!Levi, ler!Erwin)

[modern au, painting tickles, references to depression]

w/c: about 900 words

"So you, uh," Levi looked at the bag, "bought a coloring book paint to do the fucking BODY THERAPY art?"

"Exactly," Erwin said and smuggled.

"The knitting club would have the same effect so no, thank you," Levi growled at him and handled the bag to his hands. "Paint this shit by yourself!"

He turned back and disappeared in the kitchen. Erwin put the bag on the floor pursed his lips, offended.

"I'm still in, just in case!" he tried to outshout the sound of the pans and bowls, but it was too loud.

Erwin couldn't blame him for that. Levi didn't like it when he tried to help or to offer any kind of therapeutic aid. Pills and meditation (in this case just poor tryings, actually) were the only thing Levi accepted from his psychiatrist and he never tried to speak of his disorder again. Depressed? Okay, we got this, I can live my life.

He also was really sluggy after the pills, so they ended up on their couch watching TV. Erwin was massaging Levi's head with his fingers, his hair smelled like soap and grass. He couldn't help himself but kiss him in forehead once or twice.

"Le-evi" he murmured, "what if we still try it?"

Levi found Erwin's nose and pinched it.

"Do what'y want, I'm too tired too argue."

Erwin cheerfully jumped and went for the paint, screaming "take off your clothes!" from another room to his husband.

"What are you gonna draw?"

"What are you expecting me to draw?"

"I don't know. Draw a flower."

Erwin opened up the green paint and poured a new brush in it.

"I'll draw on your back, is it ok?" he asked to get the nod and brushed over his spine.

"Ouf, it's cold," Levi whined. Erwin drew a stem and started painting the leafs on his sides, thinking of continuing this pattern on the front, but Levi suddenly shivered, when he got lower.

"Are you alright?" Erwin asked and stopped.

"Yeah. Yeah," Levi nodded. "Just do the thing."

Despite one thought crawling in his mind, Erwin continued painting the flower; returned the brush on the top, slowly stroked it down to the ribs - Levi shivered again - and poked it near the armpit.

"Raise your hand, I need to get to your other side," he muttered, tongue out from concentration.

"Are you doing this on purpose or what," Levi hissed at him. Erwin raised his eyebrow.

"What's wrong?"

"It tickles," Levi said.

"Don't worry, I'll finish soon," Erwin forcibly raised Levi's hand and brushed over his armpit. Levi twitched and snorted, loudly enough to provoke Erwin's interest. He changed his way and instead of painting on Levi's chest he returned to his ribs, pretending that he is coloring something.

"Erwin, stop," Levi growled through his teeth, but Erwin only grinned.

"It's not my fault that you're ticklish," he shrugged his shoulders and lowered to the tummy, thinking of taking a bigger brush.

"Just, just draw somewhere else, I don't know!" Levi was hardly holding back the giggles. Erwin stayed on his tummy for too long, painting unnecessary circles and patterns around his belly and pelvic line.

"Hold on, hold on, I'm almost done," he teased, going around the folds on Levi's tummy and swiped the brush behind his back again. "Is that too hard for you?"

Levi didn't answer. In a few seconds Erwin told him to lie down.

"Which paint now?" he asked, Levi only made a face:

"I don't care! Just do it fast."

Erwin sighed through his nostrils, poured the brush in yellow paint and without any shame started flowing it on the inner side of Levi's thighs. Levi jumped and squished them together; Erwin was taken aback.

"Levi, relax."

"What if you try to draw on something else?"

"Levi, it's for therapeutic purposes!"

He spread his thighs forcibly (he knew Levi wasn't stresses by this - his eyes were calm enough) and continued painting. He heard the giggles immediately.

"Erwin- Erwin, stop, stop, y-you drew enough," Levi held up his palm to his mouth, though Erwin knew what was hiding behind it, "Erwin, get that fucking brush out!.."

Erwin wasn't convinced enough by this, he smiled slyly while drawing small suns on Levi's thighs.

"Don't twitch!" he sang and drew a line to his knee bend; Levi bumped him in the his slightly, giggling. "I'm almost done, almost done!"

"Youhu said that five minutes agooDON'T FUCKING TOUCH MY KNEES!" he squealed, frantically kicking his legs. Erwin realized he found that place and concentrated on drawing circles behind the knee, enjoying that high-pitched laughter.

At the end he stopped drawing and began simply kissing the unpainted areas of his skin, pale skin, the veins seen. And Erwin had a thought, just one small thought that if Levi could smile a bit, that horrible dark part of their life will be gone for a minute. Just him, Levi and some happiness.

He climbed over his hips, kissed Levi on the stomach, between the ribs, in the neck, causing him to have quiet chuckles.

“I love you so much, Levi...” he whispered, and Levi ran his thin fingers through his hair, smiling limply. Erwin quickly kissed him on the lips and then suddenly tickled him under the ribs; Levi bucked and grunted with laughter.

“Come on, you,” he snorted. "You'll spill the paint..."

[ur-boyfiend]

Venus as a Boy

-> hyunjin x m!/gn!reader (can be read either way) -> bf!hyunjin , established relationship -> dumb domestic fluff -> getting ready for an event !! -> bullying each other a little bit (lovingly) -> reader's a fucking SIMP

"babe you gotta sit still or else i'm never gonna be able to finish doing your makeup-" hyunjin stills again, but you can tell he's having a hard time not moving around.

you sigh and turn back to the vanity, cleaning off the eyeshadow brush you'd been using. "look," you turn, gesturing at him with the brush, "we can take a break and i can do my own makeup if you don't mess up yours in the meantime."

he nods quickly and almost jumps up from the chair, stretching dramatically. though, to be fair, everything he does is dramatic.

you hand him a hairbrush, "here, so i don't have to listen to you whining about me doing it."

he takes the brush and moves to stand next to you in front of the vanity mirror, brushing his hair out as you make quick work of your own makeup. he seems shocked at how fast you work, and you snort.

"see the thing is i'm not wiggling around constantly." he just rolls his eyes and finishes brushing his hair.

you point to the chair he'd been in before, "alright, i can finish your makeup quickly if you'll hold still, same thing with your hair."

he nods, "i'll stay put."

you pick up a larger makeup brush, carefully dusting pale pink blush over his cheeks and the tip of his nose. a couple slight adjustments to his eyeshadow and kohl on his waterline, you step back to assess your work.

you're still shocked by how gorgeous your boyfriend is, even though you've been dating for over a year now and have known each other even longer. he catches you staring and winks, and you snap out of your daze.

"alright, your hair shouldn't take too long, assuming you can sit still for like ten minutes." he nods and you grab a spool of thin, white satin ribbon and a rat tail comb.

you quickly and carefully section his hair, after clipping one side up, you take a length of ribbon and tie it to a small elastic, then tie the other section up into a small ponytail.

you section the ponytail into three pieces, braiding the ribbon in with the center strand. when you're done you take another small elastic and secure the braid, then trim the excess ribbon and repeat the process on the other side.

"alrighty, should be done."

he turns to look in the mirror, then immediately turns back and gives you a kiss. "i love it."

the white ribbon stands out beautifully against his dark hair, and his white suit pants and button-down shirt make him look even better. you're once again astonished by how ethereal he is.

you roll your eyes slightly, but can't help the smile that spreads across your face. "okay mr charmer, go get your jacket and i'll be down in a second."

he nods and gives you another kiss before turning and disappearing into the hallway outside the bedroom.

turning back to the mirror, you brush out your own hair and scatter some black flower-shaped hairclips throughout the lightly colored mess of curls. your own suit is black, and your makeup is in darker tones than his is, though your blush is a bit more dramatic.

you clip one end of a silver-black wallet chain onto your folding wallet and slip it into your pants pocket, attaching the other end of the chain to your belt loop. you put in a couple pairs of stud earrings, one earring with a similarly colored chain connecting to a cuff that you secure to the shell of your ear.

you notice a fine, light silver chain still sitting on the vanity, and roll your eyes slightly at your boyfriends forgetfulness. you made sure he remembered the earrings, since you were the one who'd done his hair and makeup, but you left the necklace to him. apparently, that was a mistake.

slipping the necklace into a pocket on your suit jacket, you walk downstairs to find your boyfriend sitting on the kitchen counter, messing around with something on his phone. you walk over to him, standing between his legs and pressing a kiss to his nose.

you hold up the small necklace in front of his face, "forgetting something?"

he blinks a couple times, sighing deeply when he sees what you're holding. "thought i lost it."

you gently flick his forehead, "you almost did."

he sticks his tongue out at you, and you stick yours out at him in return.

he takes the necklace from your hand and carefully clips it at the back of his neck, adjusting how the chain is laying over his button-down.

"alright, we should get going before chan sends someone to drag us there."

hyunjin laughs and hops off the counter, and you jokingly offer him your arm, "shall we?"

he links his arm with yours and smiles, "we shall."

[alonelystargazer]

WIP Wednesday

I haven't done one of these in a while but I'm working on a few projects behind the scenes (albeit very slowly), so I want to share a little bit of what I have so far.

for JJK:

Chapter 2 of my ItaFushi fic: give you more (than words can say)

He follows Nobara around, browsing the various video and crane games set up in the five-story building, going up the escalator to the second floor where they find rows and rows of gachapon machines set up. Since he’s here, he may as well indulge and try his luck. “Look, there it is! Okay, I have ¥2850 left, so I’m gonna keep spending it until I get that damn figure. You,” Nobara points to Megumi, “are you gonna stand there again like an idiot like you did earlier?” Megumi decides to keep the peace and ignore being called an ‘idiot’ again. “I’ve got enough cash to buy out this whole machine, but I don’t really care what I get.” “Did you guys forget I’m here, too?” Yuuji whines with a frown like a sad wet kitten. “You didn’t even wanna come here in the first place. Just pick a machine or stand there quietly and let us play,” Nobara barks back. “You’re usually not this mean, but you’re extra cranky today, Kugisaki,” Yuuji sighs, half of his body’s strength seemingly disappearing as he slumps against a nearby wall.

I also have another idea for an itfs fic set in a no powers AU but I'll share more about it when I start writing the story. For now, I'm still in the outlining process because I plan for it to be another multi-chapter story. Basically, it's set around Christmas time, and Yuujij gets drunk and sad and lonely at a party and decides to write a post card to the address where he used to live, and surprise, a guy named Megumi now lives there and receives the card. Can you imagine what will happen next?

I thought of restructuring my post-canon itfs fic called Foreign Language into something else, but that depends on these final 3 chapters of JJK, so we'll see how it goes, but for now, I'm leaving it alone.

~

for Kagurabachi:

pre-Rakuzaichi Hakuri character study/HakuHiro fic called Safety Net

Tomorrow is a day of great importance for Chihiro. With Shiba-san’s help, he will be able to infiltrate that loathsome auction house where Hakuri’s father is keeping the merchandise and retrieve his precious sword. For years, rumors of the existence of a seventh enchanted blade drifted through the underground world without a shred of proof. That one elusive blade is spoken of by the patrons of the black market like a thing of legend, a literal object of desire, crafted by the fallen hero of Japan, Rokuhira Kunishige. And yet. It is no mystery. Enten is alive because Chihiro breathes his soul into it, senses it from a distance like a lost limb, cherishes it like a parent to a child. Chihiro keeps his father’s legacy close to his heart and away from the type of people who are undeserving of wielding its immense power, away from those who would hold no accountability for their actions if it were to fall in their hands. Therefore, it is the property of Rokuhira. His greatest treasure. But… it is lost, somewhere beyond his reach. All because Chihiro gave it away in exchange for Hakuri’s release.

I also started outlining my HakuHiro Pacific Rim AU fic but that one is going to take me months to write, so I probably won't share anything from it for a while.

[hueningsloverr]

౨ৎ year-book club !

pairing: high school!hueningkai x reader

summary: year-book club was supposed to be easy, just take photos and make them look pretty. that is, until one boy decides to never show up.

word count: 1.1k

huening kai was elusive - far less elusive than riki nishimura (who you were convinced didn't even attend school), but still elusive. he was never there when you needed him to be. club photos were constantly rescheduled because he missed it, and then rescheduled again because he conveniently forgot.

it almost reached a point where your club president, somi, took the photos one day without him present. but, all the presidents of the other clubs protested.

"it's club photos!" kazuha groaned, "it's not like the world will end if we push it off another week. i promise, kai will be here! he's apart of the dance team just like the rest of us - so he deserves to be in the photo."

"i'll talk to him after school," soobin smiled, patting somi on the shoulder. "kai's varsity, he kind of needs to be in the photo. the kid just disappears sometimes, that's all."

"i swear, somi - i'll get him here next week!" hyunjin promised, "plus, art club is super flexible. it's not like we have a set club schedule or anything. we're more like a relaxed after school activity!"

those promises, somehow, always bought kai more time.

and, somehow, he still was never there.

and after nearly two months, you had yet to see kai. to be fair, you probably did see him, and just simply didn't recognise him.

you didn't know the boy too well - only the trouble he had been causing your club.

sure, you were the same year, but you didn't take any of the same classes, and you definitely weren't in the same clubs.

although, you eventually did run into him one day after school.

whilst you were heading towards the gymnasium to take photos for the sports section of the yearbook, you bumped into kai.

though you didn't realise it was him at first, he one hundred percent knew it was you - somehow.

"(y/n)!" he managed to squeak out, already attempting to leave. he watched as your eyebrows furrowed and you attempted to decipher who was standing in front of you. and he watched in horror as it dawned on you that you finally had caught him.

"kai," you smiled, letting out a short laugh. "somi has been looking for you! your clubs need to get their photos taken for the yearbook, but you keep missing the meetings we're scheduled for!"

he nodded quickly, eyes darting around the empty hallway.

there was no escape.

"right-" he began after a moment of silence on his part, as you awaited his answer. "i'll, uh, i'll be there. i swear - is somi the one taking the photos?"

his words were rushed, and all jumbled together. the poor boy sounded as if he were going to collapse at any moment.

you simply shrugged, unbothered by the sight of the panicked boy.

"it depends on the day, we take turns. it's a lot for somi to handle on her own, so right now she's doing clubs and i'm doing candids. but we swap off." you explained, watching as he began to calm himself down.

he nodded once again, now seemingly at ease. "okay, yeah - apologise to her for me. i'll be there."

and with that, he sped off - he really did utilise those long legs.

though you didn't know it at the time, poor kai harbored arguably the largest crush on you, and even the idea of having to be in the same room as you for something so minimal as photos made his heart feel as if it was going to beat out of his chest.

he'd never tell you that, obviously.

the two of you would laugh about it later in life.

"yeah, somi, it was definitely him - no! i didn't call you. why - okay, yeah." you grumbled into your phone as soon as kai was out of sight, somi taking every chance to cut you off.

"you should've called me! i could've gotten all the presidents together and we could've done photos!" she whined on the other end, dreading how now the photos were pushed back another few weeks.

convenient timing to finally be finding kai on the friday before mid-year exams.

"you're not even at school right now, somsom, he would've scrambled before you got here." you sighed, tucking your phone between your ear and shoulder as you pulled open the door to the gymnasium.

the track and field team was practicing indoors.

perfect timing.

"plus, he seemed like he was about to have a heart attack! god, you should've seen him - i think the kid's got some issue with his photo being taken." laughing slightly, you put down your bag before waving the captain, minhyuk.

somi began to whine again before you quickly cut her off, muttering how now you had to do your job and would talk more with her later.

after a brief talk with minhyuk, you noticed kai enter the gym. he was on track and field? what didn't he do?

kai seemed to instantly notice you too. instantly, his cheeks flushed pink and he hurried off to apologize to minhyuk for being late.

you could partially hear him as he spoke, talking so fast it could almost be considered rapping.

"huta!" he huffed, head down as he spoke to the captain.

"i'm sorry i'm late! i ran into an issue earlier!"

minhyuk, or apparently huta as he was called, nodded at him, well adjusted to kais - well, odd behavior.

"it's alright, kai." the older boy assured, waving off his teammate to go warmup and join the others in the drill.

you got right to work, quickly taking photos and speaking briefly with different members of the team you recognized.

"i'm surprised kai's functioning with you here!" chaewon laughed, stretching her legs out as she prepared for high jump.

you chose to ignore the comment, taking it just as kai being camera shy. it would match his behavior.

you moved on to the other side of the gym, where those poor sprinters were practicing fifty meter dashes.

"wonbin!" you called out, noticing a freshman you had study hall with. he smiled in response, posing quickly for a photo with fellow freshmen sohee and anton.

kai was there too, watching uncomfortably from the other end of the drill. he was already sweaty, and tired. it was hot in the gym. or was it just him who felt suffocated?

he saw you taking photos in his general direction and quickly turned his back, turning right into yeonjun who stared at him with a knowing grin.

"your girlfriends here, hyuka!" the senior teased, watching as kai momentarily malfunctioned.

"yeonjun - we're - she doesn't know i exist?" he stammered, his last words sounding less like a statement and more like a question.

you didn't know he existed, right? he wasn't making a total fool of himself? there was absolutely no recognition of him?

in all actuality, you barely did know of kai's existence. and though later in life, through some twist of fate, you would come to know him better, in that moment he was just another boy.

he was a nobody, and you were just a girl in year-book club.

for now at least.

authors note: i luv high school kai cuz im just a silly high school girl and day dreaming is my escape 🔥🔥🔥

©2023 — all rights reserved to hueningsloverr , please do not plagiarise or translate any of my work

[millenniumdueled]

Without another moment's hesitation, the Other Yugi races forward. His heart pounds in his ears as he skids down the steep embankment to the canyon below.

It's impossible.

That can't be Yugi standing there inside that ring of rocks and ruins.

There's just no way.

His soul is gone, sealed by the Orichalcos.

But the Other One keeps going. His feet find the solid ground of the canyon, and he takes off running. The Puzzle beats against his chest along with his heart.

"Partner--!!!" he cries out again.

As he nears the circles, his pace slows. That uneasy sensation he'd felt before turns into something more like dread. A chill runs through him, despite the hot, dry air. Something seems to tug at his arms and clothes, like cold hands trying to hold him back. Overhead, the oppressive sunlight turns to dark clouds that roll in suddenly with a rumble of thunder.

The Other Yugi puts a hand around the Puzzle's chain, gripping it tightly as he continues in spite of the hands that try to stop him. But he doesn't run now, walking cautiously but firmly toward the figure inside those circles.

Voices fill his ears.

"Look at what you've done, Pharaoh," growls the deep voice of Marik, the dark side of him that Other Yugi once fought.

Those hands that try to hold him back take shape now. The ghosts of his past enemies rise from the sand to block his path.

Pegasus. The ventriloquist. Strings. Arcana. Kaiba.

All the classmates he'd inflicted with insanity, blindness, nightmares, even death.

They all stare him down now.

"Monster."

"Sadist."

"Murderer."

The Other Yugi tears his arm from their grap, setting his jaw and clutching the Puzzle as he marches forward, through the ghosts that stand before him.

"You're no king. You're nothing but a wicked, vengeful, coward," a spectral Weevil sneers.

But the Pharaoh walks through him too.

Now that he can see the figure waiting for him clearly, nothing can stop him.

Let those ghosts tell him what he already knows. Maybe they're right. Maybe he is prideful and selfish. Maybe there is darkness in his heart. Maybe that's why he's still reaching out for the Partner he might not deserve. If he's so selfish, why shouldn't he?

As he steps foot inside the first of those circles carved in the sand, the ghosts disappear. But the man waiting in the center of the ruins does not.

"Partner..." the Paraoh gasps, standing before him now. "Is it really you...?"

"why did you come here, other me?" Yugi's doesn't sound excited to see his other half. There's only disappointment in his violet red eyes.

"I wanted to see you, I-- I needed. To see you--" He reaches out, tries to take his Partner in his arms, just to pass through another ghost.

"see what? this hollow form?" Yugi asks with a voice tinged in sorrow.

Other Yugi chokes down a dry sob once again. "Partner, please. I don't know what's right or wrong or even real anymore. When you were with me, I knew kindness and compassion. The world was beight and beautiful, but without you, it-- I feel so empty."

Yugi doesn't speak.

"Please, I need you! I don't know what to do, I. If I keep fighting, I'll only hurt more people. I can't Duel without taking a life, but I can't sit back and let Doma destroy the world, either!!"

He wants to cry, seeing the way Yugi looks away from him, still silent.

"I'm scared, Partner," he chokes. "I'm scared of hurting, I'm scared of losing, I'm scared of knowing who I really am!! I'm scared to unlock my memories, I'm scared to--"

"is this why you wanted to see me so bad?" Yugi cuts him off sharply.

"Partner--"

"just to bitch and whine? you never even asked if i'm okay."

The realization hits Other Yugi with a start. His stomach drops.

"I-I'm sorry. I--"

"you really are selfish. you say you need me, but what about what i need? i needed you, too. i trusted you. with my body, heart, and soul. and you played that card anyway! you were only thinking about yourself, just like now."

The Other Yugi doesn't respond now. He just stares helplessly as his better half turns away from him.

"i knew this day would come eventually. i used to dream of dueling you, but i always thought it would be as friends," Yugi says sadly. He walks away from his Other Self, to the edge of the center circle. As he finally turns back to face the Other, a DuelDisk appears on his left arm.

"Partner, you don't-- You don't have to do this, We don't--"

"yes. i do. if darkness has really taken over your heart, then i don't really have a choice. i have to defeat you, and take it as a farewell between you and me. we can both die, separate forever."

"I don't want to fight you, please. We don't have to do this!" Though he pleads, the Other finds himself reluctantly readying his own DuelDisk.

"duel, start."

[sunlightandsuffering]

ME BISH MEEE

I LOVE THIS ASK IT MADE ME LAUGH LOL!! Here it is tho, it was longer before and I had to rewrite this part, i'm not sure if it's as good as it was originally but i'll never know bc I can never read it again 😭😭 but hopefully y'all like it!!

“Erennn,” Mikasa whines from the booth, demanding his attention and Armin shoots him a meaningful look, god he’s so easy to manipulate. It’s barely been ten minutes since they’ve barricaded her in, demanding that she finish at least two cups of water, a mission she’s currently dawdling at. “‘Min you can’t be that easy, she’s a master manipulator.” “Erennnnnn,” she wails again from behind him and Eren sighs. 

“But she seems so upset, are you sure she’s okay?” “She’s fine,” Eren tells him, taking another swig of his beer just as his phone goes off in his other hand. He checks it out of pure curiosity because who the fuck is texting him at this hour that isn’t at the club with him right now. Of course, it’s Mikasa. 

And as his eyes slip over the wall of text he almost drops the phone because it’s so filthy, so explicit he might just have to wash her mouth out with soap for the message. “Mikasa,” he chastises her, quick to power down the phone before Armin can see.

Her little head pops up from behind the booth where she’s splayed across the plush red leather, and she sends him a mischievous smirk. 

“We haven’t made any headway on our list Eren.” “Shut up,” he smarts back, turning to Armin before he can question too much, “She’s doing fine, she’s being a fucking brat actually. 

“Hey,” Mikasa pouts, affronted and Eren cuts her off before she can say anything too incriminating. Distracting her instead with her arch nemesis: the water glass. “How is drinking your water going Miki?” She shuts up, but him and Armin both watch as she begrudgingly takes a sip of the mostly full glass of water. Like a little gremlin her hand comes up to snatch the cup from the table, before disappearing to bring it down to where she’s lying on the booth. She makes an overexaggerated noise of disgust as she sips on it and Eren sighs. 

He turns back to Armin, gesturing towards his pain in the ass of a roommate, “See, brat.”

“I think you’re being too harsh on her Eren.” “You baby her too much.” “Erennn,” she goes back to whining his name dramatically, wanting his attention. “Drink your water Mikasa,” he directs and he hears her sit up for another swig. She makes a disgusted face before flopping back to her beloved booth where she’s borderline napping at this point. 

“It tastes awful, why do I have to drink this?” “Because I just had to rescue you from the girl’s bathroom where you were puking your guts up, you need hydration.” “You’re so mean.” “Yeah, well that’s what two hand grenades and absolutely no water gets you.” 

“It seemed like a good idea at the time,” she mumbles to herself, her hands drawing imaginary shapes in the air as she lies on the booth. 

“I’m sure it did,” Eren patronizes her. 

She glares at him, popping up from her booth to slump over onto the table, “If I drink both of these will you let me go dance?” “I’ll consider it.” “I’m gonna go,” Armin tells them, setting his now empty glass down, “I think i’ve done my due diligence.” He leans over, pressing a quick kiss against Mikasa’s temple and she preens at the attention. “You say that,” Eren grumbles, “But you’re not the one who’s gonna have to deal with getting her home.” Armin laughs, giving him a gentle pat to the arm, “Well that’s your job as her roommate Eren.” “Not what I signed up for.” His phone buzzes in his hand and he looks over at Mikasa and she’s looking away, a secretive smile on her lips. God she’s ridiculous, even more so when he reads the text. 

You should come over later.

“Mikasa,” Eren replies aloud as Armin disappears, “Baby we live together.” She scowls at the reminder, “Wrong person.” 

Oh what a fucking brat. “Don’t make me come over there.” “Hah,” she scoffs, “I’d like to see you try, my big bad roommate will stop you.” 

“Oh my god,” he whispers to himself, he cannot believe that this is how he’s spending his night. Abruptly, he turns back to the crowd, still barricading Mikasa in from the corner of the booth. And suddenly there’s a call, Mikasa’s sweet little face popping up on his phone and he sighs as he picks up, “Baby what’s up?”

“I miss you,” she mumbles, tearful now and Eren sighs, “Miki I’m right here.”

“There’s this guy ‘Ren and he won’t let me leave, he’s scaring me, I want you.”

Eren struggles to repress his smile now as she goes on, because really it’s not funny, she’s borderline crying into his ear because she’s scared that some big scary guy is trying to take her away.

[purposefully-lost]

"..Hey, darlin'," Charlie started. The recording had begun with a few, long seconds of silence as he tried to remember how to use his voice. He was settled on his bedroom floor, right in the place where he'd been standing when he'd first noticed a voice mail waiting on him from Vi. His voice was rough and tired, his words slow as if he didn't trust himself to speak right. He didn't really want to send this, but he couldn't stand the thought of Vi thinking he'd done anything wrong. He hadn't, really. Not even when Charlie had yelled at him or disappeared on him, not when he'd shut the door in his face. Vi hadn't done a damn thing wrong and that was the problem.

"I, uh.. I- I- I wanted to check on you. Sounds like you're havin' a rough night over there. I'm sorry if that's my fault. You-" There was a shaky breath as he cut himself off. He felt hot. Sweat made the shit he wore cling to his back and his hair stuck to his forehead, but the feeling deep in his chest was frigid. The whole thing just made him feel sick. He bit back a soft, discomforted whine as he leaned his shoulder against the wall and felt his stomach turn. His eyes fell shut snd he thought of the nights Vi had held his hair back, not a care in the world about the fact that he just kept playing into his bad habits. He should've been there to do the same. "You're gonna be alright," he told him finally. It was a promise, the truest of any he'd ever made. "You've got a.. a good career ahead of you, Vi. You'll meet a lot of people. You'll.. find someone."

His eyes burned. He was thinking of that bright grin Victory had, the one that crinkled his eyes and made Charlie's heart sing. He wanted badly to see it again. "And it- it ain't your fault. None of it. I- I really- I- fuck. I need you to- to know, it ain't your fault. But I've done some... stupid shit, and I ain't gonna stain your career with it. You're- you're gonna do great things, angel. I ain't gonna stop you. Listen, uh.."

His breath hitched. Charlie's eyes squeezed shut, and he found himself rocking just slightly, thinking of Vi's arms around him and wishing he was there to soothe. He'd never put much stock into the idea of soul mates, but he knew he had one, and it was a shining star that he wasn't ever gonna get to. He was okay with that. As long as Vi found himself happy. "Listen, I- I- I love you, Vi," his voice fell soft, and he brought his phone closer with the worry that he wouldn't be heard. "And I miss you somethin' awful. I- I wish I could be- I- God, Vi, I- I just miss you. A- and whatever I can't be for you, I'm still... you took care of me. I- I'll be here, if you... I- I dunno. Just let me know you.. heard all this. ..I- I-"

Charlie swore, his voice breaking, and ended the recording. He jabbed at the send button before he could even bother to relisten or have second thoughts, then dropped the found next to him and pushed his face into his hands. It'd already been a long night, but he had the feeling it wasn't even half over for him.

[elk96]

A Battle of Ideals 5

Part 5

Pairing: Chris O' Doyle( Free Fire) x female OC

Warnings: graphic description of blood, wounds, some violence, swearing cause that's all they did in that movie, enemies to lovers kinda?, h/c, English is not my first language.

"They'll expect to see a body", Amara panted through clenched teeth.

Four hours had passed since they left their apartment. Four hours of constant running, from Amara's safehouse to another, unknown to their pursuers, location. Chris was holding up surprisingly good, fueled by the adrenaline and an ever- present worry.

"Don't go".

"That's gonna seem even more suspicious".

"You can't go in to the wolf's nest girl! They'll just never let you go, they'll find a good excuse and you'll be done for".

"Yeah, and you along with me", Amara sighed. Now that she wasn't that close to him, she could think. Now that he was there, with flesh and bones, she remembered again what he had done, what he believed. It's hard for a man to forget his ideals, to give up a cause he'd die for, within 3 days.

She had already broken into an old supermarket and got the little money they had stored there. She had already found bullets for Chris's gun too, although she kept it safely tucked in her waistband.

And now, she was alone. Surrounded by enemies- and what would it matter if she went to the wolves' nest, if she'd been living with one for so long?

She slumped on the floor, head on her hands, her chest empty, of air and emotions.

"We need to get away from here. Now", she announced, both at herself and him. "We need to find a car. How much money do you have"?

Chris kept staring at her surprised-by her tone, most likely. Throughout the time they'd spent together, she'd been the one to encourage him, to guide him through the tough nights. Now she seemed utterly lost.

"Okay. I suppose they should be enough. What we already have. Come on, we have to go before they start searching here too".

Chris put his weight to his arms, pushed himself up on feet that seemed too fragile and heavy at the same time. The cane-a plastic broom stick from the supermarket-was offering some support, but Amara was angry.

"Can you walk"?, she asked abruptly.

Chris went on to show her, with two more uneasy steps, trying to keep himself from whining.

"Can you walk damn it or not"?, she said again and approached him to help him, but Chris didn't let her.

"Get off, I'm fine".

"Okay. I'll find a car-and you better have reached the staircase by the time I drive by, will you"?, she mocked him and grabbed him from his good shoulder. She was walking twice as fast as she used to, dragging Chris with her.

The car pound was about 3 miles away, and it was getting dark. Amara dumped Chris in a small, dirty alleyway, and sprinted to the place -the stars were on her side.

Less than an hour later, Chris pulled himself to the back seat, grateful to see her come back to him. She always came back, and she hated herself for that.

"Do you have any way of leaving town"?, Amara asked after the colours of the sunset had disappeared from the sky.

"No. Not really".

"Money, somewhere in the world"?

"Why are you asking me this"?

"Because when we reach the air way we part ways Chris".

Chris almost choked on his own spit. "Wait, what"?

"I thought it over, and this-this isn't going to end well. What did you think"?, she asked glancing at him through the mirror.

"I-I wasn't thinking that much", he said, his voice more hurt than he'd like it to be.

Amara shook her head in disappointment.

They kept on driving, deep in uncomfortable silence. Most of the time they were silent anyway, but never separated like that. Her hand was on his forehead, or holding his hand.

Chris reached reluctantly for her, placing his hand on her shoulder.

She flinched. She fucking flinched.

"What's wrong"?

"Everything's wrong. I have a stupid heart, that's what's wrong".

"What's that supposed to fucking mean"?

Amara turned her head with an annoyed huff. Her smirk was filled with bitterness.

"How long have you been in the IRA Chris"?

"As long as I can remember", he sighed.

"And, almost…two months?with me? It's a bit suspicious, if you know what I mean".

Chris chewed on his bottom lip -it wasn't that he hadn't thought it over, was it? It'd be easy: he'd go to Ireland and he'd bring her too. She would break, she wasn't a trained soldier, she didn't believe in what she was doing. She'd tell them all the shit they made up about him, and his reputation would've been restored. All problems solved.

She'd hate him after that.

If they didn't kill her.

Sometimes, he wondered if he was lying the moment he told her he didn't wanna continue with the killings.

He wasn't a psychotic murderer, or a terrorist, he identified as an idealist. Not a philanthropist, perhaps, but he believed in what he was doing.

He was fighting.

For his country, and his family, and his friends.

She was nothing but a lost girl, filled with vengeance who found out she wasn't enough to satisfy her own feelings.

We have more important things to do than go after chicks on the street, Christopher, his commander had reminded him the first and only time he had complained.

And he had accepted that. Not always, but solely.

Sometimes he thinks he's lying to himself when he feels he wants to go back. But how could feelings lie?

In the end, he had to make his decision a lot quicker than he thought.

They'd reached the airway already, a small, dusty one. The rest of the area was empty, peppered with yellow grass. A small plane waits on the side, along with a big, black track.

Men with guns stood against it, and one of them fires a few bullets in the air.

Amara pulled he brakes in a heartbeat.

"These aren't FBI Chris", she growled and stepped out of the vehicle as ordered.

Brendan was there. And Aidan, and Mike too. Comrades from the good old days.

"On your knees"!, Mike shouted and they both fell to the ground.

"Hello Mike. Long time no see", Chris said and his voice had the same air of command Amara had heard at the warehouse.

She expected him to be more enthusiastic, greeting his friends.

"Yeah, big man! How are you"?

Chris frowned. The gun was l pointed at him, a beautiful M16. They're probably in love with those guns.

"I've been better, I think. There have been times in my life when I wasn't facing immediate death".

All the men chuckled loudly, clearly enjoying themselves. Amara was calm, chin up, stoic.

"What's going on"?, Chris whispered at her.

"Things have come to their natural end", she answered tightly.

"Are you okay, can you stand up"?, Brendan asked Chris, approaching carefully.

He turned to her. "They know"?

Amara nodded. "I told them, so that Brandon would be kept safe. I didn't know they'd come to pick you up though", she said in a lighter, almost friendly tone. "I underestimated all you guys' loyalty".

"Clearly. Come on we don't have much time. Those fuckers are on their way".

"What about her"?, Brendan asked, tilting his head towards Amara's place.

"Shoot her", Aidan said.

"Oh, oh, oh, hold on a sec", Mike intervened. "Get your shirt off".

"What the h-

Before Chris could finish his sentence, Mike had him standing on his feet, stripped of his jacket and button up. He took a good look at the bandages that covered him from shoulder to hipbone, at his eyes which were stone cold, awaiting.

"It's really you, innit Chris"?, he said with a delighted chuckle. "Can you walk mate"?

"Yes", he answered dryly, taking a last glance towards Amara as he put his clothes back on. She was still on her knees, gun pointed at her head, eyes on him. A stoic, bitter expression layed on her face.

"Bye Chris", she smiled.

"Oh, for fuck's sake, just shoot her and get over with it"! Aidan moaned with an exaggerated gesture.

Brendan happened to be closest to her. He lifted his weapon, shot her stomach.

Amara screamed, hands clutching desperately her wound as she fell to the ground.

Chris lost ten years of his life as the ground stained red from her blood.

"God, Brendan, completely useless, aren't you"?,

"She saved my ass-Chris's too", he argued.

"Let her here, it doesn't matter, she's lost the game anyway", Mike ordered, leading the bunch of them to the truck. Suddenly, they were all overcome with this feeling that their pursuers were close.

Like they were running late, they had to rush.

Brendan wrapped his arm around Chris' good shoulders, following the two others.

Chris stilled his moves, let out a sight. With an understanding only held between brothers, Brendan passed him his gun. It felt heavier than usual in his hand.

He didn't want to do it.

His heart raced in his chest.

His vision was blurry by some well earned tears.

He couldn't leave her to bleed out in the middle of nowhere.

"Aidan? How are we leaving this shitty place man"?, he asked, tasting blood at the tip of his tongue.

"We have that poor pupper of hers tied on the plane".

"What"?

"We'll fly"!, he repeated again, and that was the moment that sealed his fait. Aidan turned to Chris so he would hear him clearer.

He didn't even manage feel surprised before he was dead, with a bullet in the middle of the skull.

Mike turned too, gun already aiming at them.

Chris was faster.

His comrades fell dead on the ground, and Chris turned violently to his side, puking spit and blood.

He had done it.

They were gone.

Before he knew it, he was running to her side.

She was still breathing.

"Are you okay"?

"You're here", she answered, as if it was enough.

"We gotta go, the FBI is coming", Chris said, wrapping hastily her wound with his jacket. "Brendan! Come help her up"!

The pain shooting through her entire body made her regret all the times she had dragged Chris up, or poked him, or threw him somewhere. Her whines and moans could be heard all over Boston, she thought.

Chris stripped half- heartidly Mike and Aidan of their money and watches before he ran to bring the track.

He stayed with Amara in the back seat while Brendan drove them to the airplane.

"You stay with me yeah? Okay girl"?, Chris whispered pressing her wound.

"You will too"?

"Do you doubt me anymore"?

"I love you".

Chris let out a breathy chuckle, brushing her cheek gently. He could feel the blood ship to his jeans.

"Brendan take us to a hospital, she won't make it"!

"No, they'll kill us all. You'll take care of me", she managed to say. Her voice was weirdly heavy.

"Don't leave me now girl, eh"?

Amara smiled and closed her eyes. His hand was warm and soft.

They stopped right outside the airplane, and carried her upstairs half-conscious.

Tied and gagged on a seat was a young man, drowning in sweat and shaking with fear.

Brendan un-tied him, and lead him to the pilot's seat.

Chris found a first aid kid lying around and opened it with clumsy fingers.

Amara was fading away. She was pale, her head had dropped down.

"Keep your eyes on me yeah"?

"Yeah Chris", she said nonchalant, so as to calm him. It didn't exactly work.

He tore her shirt apart, pressing bandages on the wound. His own wounds had reopened but the fact went unnoticed.

"I'll have to take the bullet out"? he rasped out and she nodded.

The plain began to take off.

"Chris where are we going"?, cam Brendan's voice from the front. "Where are we going"?

"She's dying Brendan"!, was all he could say as he cleaned his hands with the sanitizer. The pliers were so cold they burned his hands.

The bullet had dug deep into the flesh. Amara folded in two as she screamed in pain. He couldn't find it.

"Please Christ"!

She was dying on him.

The bullet got out and was thrown somewhere in the plain.

Chris wrapped her in the bandages tight enough to brake her ribs but it didn't matter at the time.

Her eyes, half-closed and wary were still oh him.

"Chris where are we going"?, Brendan shouted again.

"Cuba-Hear that girl? We're free. We made it".

Amara gave him a peaceful grin. She frowned, trying to understand if the blood on his clothes was his or her's.

"We found our way out of the dead end eh? I didn't except you to kill them", she said softly. "You didn't have to".

"I love you".

Amara mumbled something incoherent and Chris reached out for her. He sat her on his lap, locking his arms steadily around her waist.

"You'll have to stitch it soon".

"I give you no guarantee", he smiled, lips brushing her ear softly. Amara tilted her head back a little. The vulnerability in his eyes had been replaced by a gut-deep worry.

His lips were soft and plump and warm against hers-and finally, finally he was close enough.

She felt content, for the first time in many years. His mouth was warm, and inviting, made her wander why she hadn't kissed him before.

Chris tried to pull away to get the stitches done but she held him firmly against her body.

She didn't how much time she had.

She had to make good use of it.

Even it they were the last two minutes spared for her in this world.