#so this post may have made some spelling mistakes

[anastasia974realqueen]

So a few days ago instead of listening of what my teacher was saying in my online classes, I suddenly have a thought.

So for starter, a few days ago, in the morning, I was playing Pokemon Go, the problem is that on my phone, the app was LAGING. So as the afternoon start, my online class begin and I was still angry about it. As I was trying to calm myself, trying to think about something else (while still not listening to the teacher) I suddenly have a thought :

"If Alex and his gang have the game, what team would they be in ? Team Red (Valor) ? Team Blue (Mystic) ? Team Yellow (Instinct) ?" then it became "If Alien was a pokemon, I think he will be a Minun" to "What would be the gang as Pokemon Trainers ? In the Pokemon World, what region would they be from ? For Alex, I can totally see him being from Kalos. Ruby, I can see her at Alola, because the region is made up of four tropical island (+ one if Foudation Aether count) and in the show, Ruby came from the Gunpowder Island, who seems like a tropical place (if we move away from the boat port). Also, to go to the other islands she will have to sail, something she like to do (does that means she will love Hoenn if she visit the place ? Because you know, water). As for Gene and Twinkle, I don't know..." at

"WHAT IF ALL THE PLACE IN THE SUPER 4 SHOW WERE LEAGUE CONNECTED ! LIKE IF YOU WANT TO TRY AND BE THE POKEMON CHAMPION OF ALL THE ISLANDS YOU HAVE TO FIGHT EVERY GYMS, WON AGAINST ALL GYMS LEADERS FROM EVERY ISLANDS, FIGHT AGAINST THE ELITE FOUR OF ALL THE ISLAND AND THE POKEMON CHAMPIONS OF THEIR RESPECTIVE ISLANDS WILL BE THE FINAL ELITE FOUR !"

SO

yeah, I got on a hyperfixsation for this Super 4/Pokemon AU

SO

Let's start with how I imagine the background of this AU :

This AU is settle in a modern era, which means that everybody have access to thecnology and the internet. It's totally normal to have a TV, phone and stuff like that.

Fairies, witches and unicorns doesn't exisct in this AU. The closest thing you could have of a unicorns are Ponyta and Rapidash.

Médiévalia, the Enchanted Island, the Gunpowder Island and Technopolis kinda work like the Alola region.

As you known, Alola is made up of four islands + and artificial one. Over there, they have the island challenge (or the island trials ? I'm not sure how you say it in english) and if you become the Pokemon Champion after winning against the Elite 4, you are the Pokemon Champion of all the islands.

In this AU, it's different :

Each islands have their own Pokemon Champion, to be able to face them you have to collect all 8 badges from all the Gym Leaders and challenge the Elite 4. It's possible to be the Pokemon Champion of all the islands, but it's extremely difficult and almost impossible.

Now, let's start with how I imagine our characters works in this AU :

Twinkle

In this AU she would be a human

She would totally be a Fairy Type trainer

She came from the Enchanted Island. It was named this way because there are numerous fairy type pokemon in the area

Twinkle would have a LOT of fairy type pokemon (the exception being Alien)

She is the type of person to catch a pokemon mostly because of his cuteness and she will also totally give her pokemon cute nicknames

Twinkle is a pokemon performer, she wish to be a successful pokemon coordinator in the future

Here, the Fairy Queen (who is also a human) is the Pokemon Champion of the Enchanted Island, she is as well a famous and well known pokemon coordinator (she is the NUMBER ONE in this area). She is also known to train a few girls who are pokemon performers, because she see in them potential to become great pokemon coordinators in the future. Unfortunately, she had to retire early in this career due to an incident. Something happen to her legs and since then she lose the ability to walk, she can only move in a weelchair. Whatever if her being paraplegic was Twinkle accidental fault or not, the Fairy Queen will forever accuse our poor Twinkle for this tragedy.

Also, Fairy Queen is not her real name, it's the nickname her fans gave her

Her being paraplegic doesn't affect her work as a Pokemon Champion, but she still longs for the days of when she was still a pokemon coordinator and was able to perform on stage with her pokemon

Since Twinkle is ban and forbidden (by the Fairy Queen) from performing, she disguises herself as Miss Mystery so she can continue doing what she loves with her pokemon

Her performance attire (while disguises) will be the clothes she wears in the episode "The Golden Wand", a pale blue dress with a cyan blue mask

Over time, Miss Mystery will have a fanbase. It will be small at first, but it will grow bigger as she continue with her performing

As for her pokemon, I like to think that when Twinkle meet the group, she will already have a few pokemon with her, such as a Sylveon and a Cutiefly.

Sylveon was given to her by the Pokemon Professor of the Enchanted Island, the Wise Fairy, when it was still an Eevee. With her Eevee they caught Cutiefly.

At some point, during the journey that she will have with her friends, her Cutiefly will evolve into a Ribombee. She will cry tears of joy, just like when her Eevee had evoled into a Sylveon.

During her journey, she will caught other pokemon who will be fairy type (which pokemon ? Idk)

Once the Fairy Queen realise that her being paraplegic wasn't really Twinkle fault, she will lift the ban and allows Twinkle to perform again, without her needing her secret identity. Twinkle will also be an official pokemon coordinator. As an official pokemon coordinator, Twinkle will create a new category of contest, a category that let people and pokemon, with any kind of disability, able to join in.

And just like this, the Fairy Queen got her career back and is no longer retired of performance.

Alien

Since he look like a bunny, I associate him with Minun, but now I don't think that it suits him. Alien just doesn't look like the electric type to me.

Personally, Alien give me psychic type vibe or at least he has a double type, and psychic is one of them (what will be his other type ? Normal ? Rock ? Plant ? Idk)

Why did I choose pyschic ? Because, in the episode "Origins Part - I" Alien was able to show Alex something in the past, something that happen to his species and in "Origins Part - IV" at the end of the episode, he was able to show the group something that will happen to them in the future. I meant sure, he use an object for that, that triangle thingy things that glow

But in the World of Pokemon, the only type of pokemon that has the ability to see into the future are only psychic type, so.....

What if, Alien also have the ability to see people's aura ? That would explain why he showed our group his visions and not other strangers : it's because the aura of his friends are powerful, strong and good. Perhaps this was why Alien stayed with them in the first place, after which he geniously developed an affection for the group.

(Will that mean Alien give a Meowstic and Lucario vibe)

Alien can also maybe be that mysterious (legendary) but cute pokemon that is always with the group and traveled with them, he is also under the good care of Twinkle (kinda like Bonnie and Squichy in the pokemon anime).

Alien actually came from a unknown place : The Lost World, the very mysterious and hidden fifth island. That place is only known by rumours and legends. It tell that if you go there, you will never come back.....

EXCEPT FOR OUR HEROES OF COURSE !

So when the group were able to get there, they will discovered the species of Alien and learn they actually are Legendary pokemon. Twinkle will name their species Mysterios.

They will also realise that Alien doesn't have the same colour pigmentation as his peers. After an examination from Gene, the group will learnt that Alien is in fact a ✨shiny✨ (cue to Gene who is losing his mind because he always wanted to see a shiny and all this time, since the beginning, he had one in front of him)

In this AU, the dinosaurs can be Ultra Beasts who came into the island because of Ultra Wormholes

While exploring the caves, fauna and flora of this new world, they somehow found Rock Brock who was chilling in a hammock. He tell the group he doesn't remember how he got there but he loves the place so much he has decided to stay and live here.

Rock Brock knows the Lost World like the back of his hand and he considers himself to be a good friend of the Mysterios. He wants to be best buddy with the Ultra Beasts (you just know the Mysterios are just sooo tired of his shit shenanigans)

The Furios (name giving by Twinkle) are the other species of Legendary that live on the Lost World. They are more hostile towards humans than the Mysterios.

While the Mysterios are more peaceful, friendly, pleasant and unwarlike. The Furios are more hostile, aggressive, confrontational and warlike.

The Mysterios and the Furios are kinda like the pokemon Unown. So that's why there are many of their species, there are just many various forms of Mysterios and Furios

Both of their species are the duo Legendary of this AU (kinda like Kyogre/Groudon; Reshiram/Zekrom or Yveltal/Xerneas)

Alex

In this AU he isn't a prince nor a knight

In the social class, him and his family are privileged. They have a lot of wealth (he is a rich kid but a nice rich kid), yet he doesn't show it off

He lives with his sister and dad in a large mansion. Over there, it's the domestics who do the chores

He has never being at school, all his education was made at home by his private tutors (same for his sister)

He sometimes felt like he's trapped in his house and he is very eager to start his journey as a pokemon trainer

His father Kendric is the Pokemon Champion of Médiévalia

Alex wants to be the Pokemon Champion of Médiévalia (just like his dad)

He had a friendly rivalry with Ruby

On his 5th birthday, he received his first pokemon : honedge

Before he will start his journey with his friends, honedge would have already evolved into a doublade. At the end of his adventures, his pokemon would evolve into a aegislash.

Between the fact that I can see him well with a Mudsdale or a Rapidash, idk what other pokemon Alex will catch and have. I'm able to see him with some steel type pokemon (maybe because knights have a lot of steel armor on them and since in the show Alex is a knight......)

I don't really have many backtstory idea for him, sorry

Ruby

In this AU she isn't a pirate

She came from the Gunpowder Island. On the island, she lives near the port part (think of it like Slateport City in Hoenn)

Her dad owns a little restaurant. He mainly works in the kitchen and prepares the food for the clients.

In her dad's restaurant, she usually mopped the floors and cleans the cultery. She was rarely the waitress, because if a client said something slightly bad towards her, her temper would get the better of her and she would fight him.

As punishment for fighting with a client, her father makes sure she is on chores for at least a month. Of course, if the fight was disserved because the client said something inappropriate to Ruby, the girl will not receive any punishment and the client will be banned from the restaurant for life.

Upstairs is where Ruby and her dad live. The ground floor is reserved to the restaurant only.

The restaurant is located not far away from the League

Since the place is close to the League, a lot of strong trainers came here to take a break and eat. Sometimes, the Elite Four as well as the Pokemon Champion, whose is known as Shakebeard, came also here to eat. The folks who come here mutually tell each other about their adventures, travels and journeys. They also retail stories and legends that they have heard.

Young Ruby will overhear the stories of the clients, and all of this tales will awake in her the love of pokemon battles. She dreamt of meeting strong trainers and having to fight and win against them.

Her first pokemon was Gimmighoul. She have him his Roaming Form

She spotted him one time when she was outside, as she was walking home and about to enter the restaurant. Gimmighoul was hiding behind a barrel. Ruby ask him if he was cold and if he want to come inside to get warm and have some food. He shyly nodded and accepted the offer. And since then, he never leave her.

Also why the Roaming Form and not the Chest Form ? Well in the show, when Ruby was close to a treasure (or with anything that have to do with gold and jellewry), she always has to leave it behind, so I went to give her a Gimmighoul, who like her, leave money behind

So, as she grew older, her desire to become a strong pokemon trainer and win pokemon battle against strong people grew even stronger

One time, the Elite Four and Shakebeard, the Pokemon Champion, were there. So she tell them about her dream, that one day, she was gonna be a strong pokemon trainer, and win all her fight, just like them

Their answers ? They laugh at her face.

They were hysterical, tears were pouring through their eyes, some laugh so hard that they even fall off their chair. When they were able to recollect themselves, Shakebeard said to Ruby "Stop dreaming ! A little girl like you would never be able to win in a pokemon battle. Also, you know the League is close by, right ? Tell me, have you ever seen any women coming here to eat and take a break ? No, never. Why ? Because no women were able to win against all Gym Leader in Gunpowder Island, because the men here are too strong. Sorry laddie, but women are just weak."

Shattered by those sentences coming from the mouth of her idol, Ruby, who tried to hold back her tears that might falls at any moment said that "She would show, to him and to everyone in this room, that she going to be a great and strong pokemon trainer, so strong and great that she will be the Pokemon Champion of all Four Islands."

Cue to more hysterical laughter that is coming from everyone in the restaurant and more people fall off their chairs. Some even call Rubens, Ruby's father, to tell him the nonsenses his daughter is saying.

At that, Ruby ran upstairs to her room and cries hot tears. She was a wreck. Humiliated and hurt, Ruby oath to herself to never felt like that again, the feeling of being inferior for being a girl. And she promised herself that she will be the Pokemon Champion of the Four Islands, just to show them what a girl can do ! Whatever it takes, she will be ready for it.

And so, before it was time for her to go on her journey, she searched and researched a lot about who she has to battle against for winning the title of Pokemon Champion Master (that's the title you won when you are the Champion of all Four Islands). She knew that she have to battle against all Gym Leaders of all four islands. She learned that she have to battle the Elite 4, from each of the four islands too. But she boil with eagerness to face and battles The Supreme Elite Four who are of the Pokemon Champion of their respective islands : Kendric, Pokemon Champion of Médiévalia, the Fairy Queen, Pokemon Champion of the Enchanted Island, Shakebeard, Pokemon Champion of the Gunpowder Island and Dr.X, Pokemon Champion of Technopolis.

Later, when she will start her journey and before meeting her friends, Ruby will learnt the true reason why there are no women coming to fight the Elite 4 in the Gunpowder Island : it's because, when a girl win against a Gym, the Gym Leader will refuse to give her the badge, their ego being tarnished by the fact that they have failed against a girl. They would also banned the girls from returned to the Gym, making them unable to go to the Elite 4, because of the missing badges. Ruby is fuming at this.

Honestly, idk what Ruby's pokemon team will be. I can se her catching some water and fighting type pokemon, but except from that, I don't know.

She had a friendly rivalry with Alex, they often have pokemon battle.

Her father didn't at first believe in her dream, but seeing that his daughter was able to get some badges from some Gym in Médiévalia, Technopolis and the Enchanted Island, he now supports her at 100% and believe in her dreams.

She communicate with her father by letters or by landline phone. When Gene ask her why doesn't she facetime her dad with the phone he create and gave her (Gene also gave it to their Twinkle and Alex), Ruby answers that her dad is very bad with technology and explaining how facetime works to him will lead to nowhere, so she prefers to communicate with him in the old fashion way (the truth is, Ruby is like her father, she is not very bright with technology. She doesn't remember how to do a facetime even though Gene have already explain it to her in the past. She is to proud of herself to ask Gene for help again. Also, before Gene gift her the phone, she was the only member in the group who had a phone similar to a Nokia)

In her friend group, Ruby is the best cook (it help having a dad who own a restaurant who is also the chief cook). Twinkle is second, she knows how to cook BUT her foods are either delicious or unconsumable. There are no in between. Alex doesn't really know how to cook, at home it was the domestics workers who use to prepared all his meals, it was like this throughout his whole life. Now, he isn't sure how to proprely prepare a healthy good meal, but he is willing to learnt. As for Gene, throughout his life, he has only ever eat meals that was reheated in the microwave. He doesn't know how to cook. Don't let him near the kitchen. This man can't cook to save his nor his friends lives.

Gene

The scientific and inventor of the group

He came from Technopolis who is an artificial island (like Aether Paradise) who is known to be the home of genius and prodigious individuals. It's an island whose at the cutting edge of technology. Of all the other place, Technopolis is the most modern and futuristic, but it's not as futuristic like on the show.

He, Magda and Franz are the assistants of the Pokemon Professor who is also the Pokemon Champion of Technopolis

Dr.X is renowned for being the Pokemon Champion AND the Pokemon Professor of Technopolis BUT he is also known for his prestigious and fantastic inventions. He is also acclaimed for his scientific discoveries, having many, many, many degrees.

In this AU, his vanity and pretentiousness are bigger than on the show.

Dr.X loves to ear the individuals of Technopolis cheers him, he also loves feeling validated for his wonderful creations and incredible scientific discoveries. He doesn't like people (like Gene) having different and "better" opinions than him on a scientific subject or on inventions. He is used to always being told yes.

Because he is often very busy with his work as Pokemon Champion, inventor and scientific. He decided to employ assistants, since he needed help in his tasks and works as a Pokemon Professor. Which makes him very rarely present to gives the starters and pokedexes to the new young trainers, but it's rather Magda, Gene and Franz.

I still don't know what will be the reason that will push Gene to start his journey. Maybe he had argument with Dr.X about something, and to prove that he was right he decided to leave and to came back only when he would have found the thing they were arguing about. Or maybe he was just tired of staying in Technopolis, he began to feel like he was locked up and want to see the world and pokemon outside ? Whatever the real reason is, he left Technopolis and start his journey.

His first pokemon (he caught this pokemon before he was even Dr.X's assistant) is Rotom. He has giving his Rotom a nickname : Lenny

Franz partner will be a Chatot as for Magda..........Honestly I don't really know which pokemon is good for her. Maybe not a pokemon whose type is plant, because she has pollen allergies (she canonically said that in the episode "Let's Be Rational").

As he starts is journey, he and Lenny will get attacked and chased by wild pokemons. As they tried to runaway from them, Gene realised that he doesn't have the necessary skills to battle them, since he is mostly an inventor at heart, not a battler. Thankfully, him and Lenny will be save by Alex and Ruby, both of them are used to pokemon battles and so, battling against wild pokemon isn't new. As the wild pokemons fled, Twinkle will see that Lenny is not well and will use one of her potion on him. Gene didn't know this yet, but this is how he meet the people he will call his best friends

Gene will join Alex, Twinkle and Ruby in their journeys. Alex and Ruby will also teach him how to fight in a pokemon battle, because Gene never really have a pokemon battle before, since he was more focused on his inventions.

During his journey, I can totally see what will be Gene's goal : aiming to complete his national pokedex at 100%

Talking about pokedex, Gene will create the Rotom-Dex. It's an electronic device that works thanks to a Rotom possessing it and living inside it, and in this case, it will be Lenny. In addition to functioning like a classic pokedex, the Rotom Dex also has other features : such as being able to speak, having a map and having the ability to tell their exact locations. As time will go, Gene will give it further new updates and several new features.

(AND NOTHING BAD WILL HAPPEN TO LENNY, HE IS PART OF THE TEAM ! HE MATTERS ! HE IS ON THE JOURNEY JUST LIKE ALIEN !! What ? Gene, Techno-Explorer - Part IV ? It doesn't exist here)

Gene will later gifted his friends a new invention that he created. He said that with this, they will be able to stay in contact even when they are far away. He gift them a Rotom Phone.

The design of the phone is 100% inspired by a Rotom (Gene's favorite pokemon)

It work just like a normal phone, with the exception that a Rotom can possessed it. When it happened, it will somehow be much easier to use the phone. The Rotom Phone is an electronic device, it host a multitude of functions and features. In the future, Gene will give it further updates, making it possible to have a large amount of applications, such as a pokedex app

As the Chameleon doesn't exist here, Gene and his friends carries around their bikes. Each of their bikes has a different appearance, it's because it represents the place where they came from.

Each of their bike have some similarity with one of the Chameleon mode. For exemple :

Gene's bike is white and green and have some futuristic looks. (kinda like the Chameleon on his Classic/Regular Mode)

Twinkle's bike is mostly pink and purple, with flowers patterns and design on it (kinda like the Chameleon in Enchanted Mode)

Alex's bike is mostly silver and brown, with some touch of blue and yellow on it. His bike is more metalic than the others (kinda like the Chameleon on his Medieval Mode)

Ruby's bike was previously own by her dad, he gift it to her as she was about to start her journey. So it's not very new and you can see that it has been used before, but nonetheless, Ruby loves it. The colour of her bike are light brown and bits of white. (I tried to make it like the Chameleon on his Pirate Mode)

Gene is very protective of his bike, and like in the show where Ruby wants to pilot the Chameleon, here she (stealing) pedaling Gene's bike. Cue to Gene being mad a Ruby for using it without his permission, and telling her to use her own bike.

As for Gene's pokemon team, I see him as the one with the least pokemon on the group. But I can see him catching and having a Kecleon, because you know.....this pokemon looks like a chameleon

I can see Gene's having both electric and normal type pokemon

BUT THEN ONE DAY

At some point on their journeys, as they walk on a rocky and quite deserted place in some part of Médiévalia, Gene and his friends will found a egg.

As they look around for his mom, hoping the egg wasn't abondonned, the egg hatched and the pokemon inside show itself.

In this AU, the hatchling is a Charmender, and he immediately became attached to Gene, much to his dismay.

As they searched around, with very few hopes of finding the mother of the egg, Gene will developed a fondness for the little fire pokemon. As the moon start to set and there was really no trace of the mother, Gene decided to keep Charmander as his pokemon

Now, cue to him learning how to take care of a baby pokemon who has fire breath (he's still not use to that) but after a while, he get the hand of taking care of a hatchling

Thereafter, his Charmander will evolved into a Charmeleon. Gene will be emotional at that and he will cry a little, tears of joy will be rubbing through his face because his baby pokemon has evolved. He will totally denied that he cry to Ruby and Twinkle, whose already calling him the mommy of the group

AND THEN, AFTER A WHILE

As they were resting in a Pokemon Center, our group began to ear some trainers talking, quickly their conversation spread throughout the Pokemon Center. Our group learned that the conversation was about trainers that have face a team of crazy people, and those persons have stolen their pokemon from them.

Five months ago a trainer got his Pidgeot stolen from him, for another one, it's been a month since he no longer have seen his Beedrill who was kidnapped. As for that girl who is crying in a corner, it was her Audino that was takken by these madmem just a few hours ago.

So the trainers that got their pokemon stolen warn the others about those crazy madmem. Our heroes promise they will be careful and cautious.

But

✨Par la magie du scénario✨

Our heroes (somehow) came face to face with those crazy guys

They learned that they call themselves the "Team Dark Knights" and meet one of the Admins, who call himself Black Baron.

Our heroes will learns that the "Team Dark Knights", in addition of stealing trainers pokemons, also have kidnapped and snatched an amount of wild pokemons from their place.

When Alex asks why they are doing this, the Black Baron answers : "Well, I don't see any harm in telling this to the four of you, since you and your friends are never getting out of here ! We kidnapped these pokemon because we want them to Mega Evolved. But since our boss doesn't have much more information about Mega Evolution and how this can be realised, he ask us to try by any means, in any way we could. And as we were about to begin another one of our experimentals tests, you four have disturbed us !"

An (epic) pokemon battle then ensues, while Alex and Ruby fight, Gene and Twinkle, with the help of their pokemons, free the pokemons who were locked in their cages. Many flee, but a Charizard had stay with them to help free the others pokemons.

At the end, Gene and Twinkle were able to free all pokemons who were locked in their cages and cells, while Ruby and Alex were able to win against the Black Baron (who had ran away but swears he will get his revenge)

So yeah, that was their first meeting with the evil Team of Médiévalia

As they were finally outside, the group looked up at the sky and saw that it was sunset and night was about to come. As they were going to continue on their way to found a place to sleep (without forgetting to notify and warn the authorities as soon as they had the opportunity), they meet again the Charizard who had help Gene and Twinkle free the others locked pokemons.

The group thanks Charizard for the help, but as they start to leave, Charizard follows them.

The group doesn't understand why Charizard follow them, but as Gene look at Charizard Gene realised that the pokemon eyes were locked with his Charmeleon, and then it hit Gene. Charizard must be Charmeleon mother. She actually never wanted to abandon him, it's because she was captured by force, she had no choice but to left him behind.

It wans't fair for him to keep a pokemon that wans't meant to be abandoned and therefore he made the painful decision to give Charmeleon back to his mother. After tearful goodbyes, Charmeleon is reunited with his long lost mother.

While still sad, Gene calls the next day his friends from Technopolis, Magda and Franz, to ask them if they have any infomations or documents about the "Mega Evolution". They both said they would look at that.

In the meantimes, to hide his grief, Gene works much more on his inventions (which causes him to starts neglecting his own pokemons)

It took many weeks, like a month, for Gene to get a call back from Magda and Franz about the "Mega Evolution"

They said they didn't find much, just three papers covering the subject, dating back from before the birth of Dr.X

They show on the video call that one of the papers have a symbol. The group recognize it, having already seen this in a cave, back on the Lost World.

(the symbol in question)

Franz, being very interested into the subject of Mega Evolution, want to do more research about it. He also want to prevents the "Team Dark Knights" to have more informations about this. For that reason, he decided to go on an expedition to the Lost World, wanting to have more research on it (he has the support of Dr.X for the expedition)

Our group helps him get there and introduces him to Rock Brock. They said Rock Brock can surely help him in his research because he knows the place like the back of his hand, and he will be able to help him find news symbol or informations about it. Franz accept the offer.

Cue to Franz and Rock Brock becoming besties ^^

So yeah, this is what happen when I have a hyperfixation about a AU, I write A LOT about it !

I have other ideas so there might be a part 2 of this post in the future

But if anyone reading this have other ideas for this AU I'll be happy to ear !

[valeriehalla]

actual writing advice

1. Use the passive voice.

What? What are you talking about, “don’t use the passive voice”? Are you feeling okay? Who told you that? Come on, let’s you and me go to their house and beat them with golf clubs. It’s just grammar. English is full of grammar: you should go ahead and use all of it whenever you want, on account of English is the language you’re writing in.

2. Use adverbs.

Now hang on. What are you even saying to me? Don’t use adverbs? My guy, that is an entire part of speech. That’s, like—that’s gotta be at least 20% of the dictionary. I don’t know who told you not to use adverbs, but you should definitely throw them into the Columbia river.

3. There’s no such thing as “filler”.

Buddy, “filler” is what we called the episodes of Dragon Ball Z where Goku wasn’t blasting Frieza because the anime was in production before Akira Toriyama had written the part where Goku blasts Frieza. Outside of this extremely specific context, “filler” does not exist. Just because a scene wouldn’t make it into the Wikipedia synopsis of your story’s plot doesn’t mean it isn’t important to your story. This is why “plot” and “story” are different words!

4. okay, now that I’ve snared you in my trap—and I know you don’t want to hear this—but orthography actually does kind of matter

First of all, a lot of what you think of as “grammar” is actually orthography. Should I put a comma here? How do I spell this word in this context? These are questions of orthography (which is a fancy Greek word meaning “correct-writing”). In fact, most of the “grammar questions” you’ll see posted online pertain to orthography; this number probably doubles in spaces for writers specifically.

If you’re a native speaker of English, your grammar is probably flawless and unremarkable for the purposes of writing prose. Instead, orthography refers to the set rules governing spelling, punctuation, and whitespace. There are a few things you should know about orthography:

English has no single orthography. You already know spelling and punctuation differ from country to country, but did you know it can even differ from publisher to publisher? Some newspapers will set parenthetical statements apart with em dashes—like this, with no spaces—while others will use slightly shorter dashes ��� like this, with spaces – to name just one example.

Orthography is boring, and nobody cares about it or knows what it is. For most readers, orthography is “invisible”. Readers pay attention to the words on a page, not the paper itself; in much the same way, readers pay attention to the meaning of a text and not the orthography, which exists only to convey that meaning.

That doesn’t mean it’s not important. Actually, that means it’s of the utmost importance. Because orthography can only be invisible if it meets the reader’s expectations.

You need to learn how to format dialogue into paragraphs. You need to learn when to end a quote with a comma versus a period. You need to learn how to use apostrophes, colons and semicolons. You need to learn these things not so you can win meaningless brownie points from your English teacher for having “Good Grammar”, but so that your prose looks like other prose the reader has consumed.

If you printed a novel on purple paper, you’d have the reader wondering: why purple? Then they’d be focusing on the paper and not the words on it. And you probably don’t want that! So it goes with orthography: whenever you deviate from standard practices, you force the reader to work out in their head whether that deviation was intentional or a mistake. Too much of that can destroy the flow of reading and prevent the reader from getting immersed.

You may chafe at this idea. You may think these “rules” are confusing and arbitrary. You’re correct to think that. They’re made the fuck up! What matters is that they were made the fuck up collaboratively, by thousands of writers over hundreds of years. Whether you like it or not, you are part of that collaboration: you’re not the first person to write prose, and you can’t expect yours to be the first prose your readers have ever read.

That doesn’t mean “never break the rules”, mind you. Once you’ve gotten comfortable with English orthography, then you are free to break it as you please. Knowing what’s expected gives you the power to do unexpected things on purpose. And that’s the really cool shit.

5. You’re allowed to say the boobs were big if the story is about how big the boobs were

Nobody is saying this. Only I am brave enough to say it.

Well, bye!

[no-144444]

nothing bad!- o.piastri

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summary: the sprint pisses you off, ted's notebook catches you at a bad time, you say some things, oscar posts some things, and it ends up being one of the most popular ad campaigns in history. oops.

pairing: oscar piastri (no.81) x fem! driver! reader

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You rolled your eyes as you watched the sprint end. Bullshit. Team orders had always left a bad taste in your mouth, but this was just bullshit. You sighed, looking at Mark, and he just rolled his eyes. Oscar was on par with Lando in his second season. Yes, there were some small mistakes or issues, but he was a fucking jet engine, and he deserved a team that treated him like one. He was going to be World Champion next year, you knew it, Mark knew it, everyone knew it. 

“Fucking arseholes,” Mark cursed. “What time is your quali at?” 

“12,” you answered. “I’m going to just go talk to him, see you in a bit.” 

You stood in Parc Fermé and he came up, pressing a kiss to your lips and sighing as his team congratulated him. 

“That was such bullshit,” you sighed, following him to his driver’s room after the media duties. “Wanna fuck to get all that frustration out?” 

He nodded, not even looking at the question like it was a joke. You both knew it wasn’t. “How long until your quali?” 

“An hour,” you shrugged, pulling him into his room with a smirk. 

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When you two finally resurfaced, you made your way over to your car, ready to slot it onto the grid, as you did, you were stopped by Ted Kravitz, the man, the myth, the legend himself. 

“Y/n! How are you feeling about today’s quali and sprint race?” he asked. 

“Good, yeah. Just need to get out and up there,” you nodded. You were the number one driver in F1 Academy, and F2. This weekend was an F1 Academy weekend. You’d won every race since you’d joined the series, a sweep of total domination for 2 years. 13 wins under your belt in F1 Academy, 12 feature race wins in F2, and 12 Sprint wins in F2. And you were only 22. 

“And how did you feel about Oscar’s Sprint race? You didn’t look so happy in Parc Fermé.”

You rolled your eyes. “If Lando really needs Oscar to take a side step like that over one point, maybe he’s not ready to be champion,” you shrugged. “And that’s coming from a friend.” 

You could feel the air shift as Ted smirked, knowing what a headline that would be. 

“Thanks for your time Y/n, we’ll see you on the other side of Quali,” he smiled, allowing you to walk on. 

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Pole position, again. 

It was almost funny how easy it was. 

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You made your way back into your garage and found Oscar looking proud, but slightly guilty…

“What did you do?” you asked, putting your helmet and gloves down. 

“Nothing bad,” he prefaced. “But I may or may not have posted something.”

You looked at him quizzically. “Show me.” 

He turned his phone around and you laughed. 

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oscarpiastri

liked by pierregasly, landonorris, y/nracing, and 839,231 others

oscarpiastri: get yourself a girlfriend who a) is intelligent, gorgeous, and awesome. and b) publicly humiliates your teammate over one point :)

comments

landonorris: low blow... i thanked you -> y/nracing: u forgot to thank beyonce.

user82: WHAT IS GOING ON IN THE HOUSE OF COMMONS

mclaren: please take this down xxx -> y/nracing: if he takes this down i'll bomb mtc. -> mclaren: OH GREAT HEAVENS.

zbrownceo: we know this diva 💜

lilymhe: hold up im trying to spell gorjus -> y/nracing: OMG I FUCKING LOVE YOU DITCH ALEX FOR ME PLZ

carlossainz: at least you've got a leg up on lando... -> user22: ??? -> carlossainz: he hjas a girlfriend that loves him, lando's dumps him every four days -> landonorris: WHY AM I CATCHING STRAYS RN????

oscarpiastri: who is this gorgeous lady? -> y/nracing: she's taken bucko -> oscarpiastri: not by lando norris 😹😹😹 (even though he asked you out first...) -> y/nracing: who the fuck would pick lando over oscar?

pierregasly: WHO IS THIS DIVA 💜

charlesleclerc: glad to see my daughter in law is still insane

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“Well, I’d better post something myself, shouldn't I?” you smirked. He nodded, a bright blush on his cheeks, knowing exactly what you were going to post. 

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y/nracing

liked by pierregasly, oscarpiastri, landonorris and 12,293,942 others

y/nracing: booo ln4. i'm into op81. oh yeah, also our skims collection is out on the 24th xxx

comments

user82: OH MY FUCKING GOD

user29: i have no one to talk to about this.

oscarpiastri: pretty girl -> y/nracing: pretty boy

landonorris: ??? ->oscarpiastri: I will actually gouge your eyes out, unlike this post right now. -> user92: WHAT HAPPENED TO POLITE CAT? -> oscarpiastri: his teammate became a bitch

user92: HOLY SHIT Y/N IS LOOKING GORG

lilymhe: my girl is beautiful

alexandrastmleux: my girl xxx

charlesleclerc: supporting! (with my eyes closed)

pierregasly: 👀 ->oscarpiastri: close them.

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navigation for my blog :) (masterlist)

[pazziescapism]

Break Our Ice - Chapter 1

pairing: paige x azzi

wc: 7.8k (what?? holy shit)

au fic what??, figureskater!Azzi x icehockeyplayer!Paige

fake dating, just like playful banter teasing relationship to lovers, basically paige and azzi dancing around each other

a/n: okay so!! first post/fic kinda nervy..AHAH all these great writers on here have really inspired me so yeahhh, I haven't written fanfic or really written anything in a REALLLYY long time so um yea im a little rusty ngl. anyway, the motivation needs to keep pumping so i would love to here some live reacts or just any comments and feedback, lwk unedited so like if u see anything just lmk so here goes nothing!! love y'all (wait also im from australia, yep, all the way down under, i tried writing this with like american spelling n what not cuz we use british english) - but if i made any mistakes again let me know <3

Over a decade of figure skating, and Azzi hasn't ever hit anyone with an ice skate.

She was currently considering it, but she figured that the fact she hadn’t was mostly a sign that she was a good person, on the account that she thought of it and was actively refraining. Surely, that made her a better person than someone who never had to resist the temptation.

“Thank you for that fascinating look inside your brain,” Caroline says when Azzi voices this thought. “I hope you see a therapist about these disturbing violent urges.”

“Nobody likes a backseat psychologist,” Azzi tells her, and twists away before Caroline can tell her she’s misusing the phrase or something unwaveringly supportive.

It’s easy to lose herself in the motions of this routine, which is a beginner practice she chose for a cooldown. And the quieter her mind gets, the less homicidal she feels, which is probably better for everyone all around.

“Oi,” someone calls from the spectator stands, and Azzi’s mind splashes red very briefly. “I just said we booked this rink.”

Paige, the potential victim of ice-skate homicide, is looking over the stands, her jawline clenched in a way that looks very lickable (but she very quickly buried that thought).

“Didn’t you hear?” Azzi says brightly, spinning away, one foot crossing gracefully over the other. “You aren’t allowed to book the rink on the first Saturday of the month! It’s free use!” She calls over her shoulder.

She spins back around in time to see Jana, the giant Egyptian on their team, straighten up to a full height of probably 6’2. “Oh, okay! Sorry to bother you!”

She turns to leave and is stopped by Paige’s hand gripping her shoulder.

“Jana,” Paige says, her eyes shutting briefly as if praying for patience. “Wisen up, huh?”

Azzi snickers, sliding nearer to see that angry jawline up close, but her fun is quickly spoiled by the sight of the hockey team coach approaching the rink, evidently coming to see what the hold-up was.

“Ah, well,” she says hastily, crossing to the other edge to exit the rink. “I tried!” She yells across the ice to where the team is, and she swears on her life she can see Paige try to hide a smile.

She meets up with Caroline in the locker room, because of course Caroline had left at the specified time instead of sticking with Azzi to piss off the hockey team.

It wasn’t that Azzi enjoyed it, really. She was just generally opposed to getting walked over. If the end result was that the delicious-looking vein in Paige’s neck began to show, that was only a side benefit.

(And if Azzi and Kaitlyn occasionally go to their games, Azzi will maintain to her dying day that it is actually to throw them off their game and not an attempt at manifestation.)

“A poked bear may stumble in its sleep but eventually its eyes will open,” Caroline tells her.

“Caroline, you really are a weird girl,” Azzi says. “Repeat that with real-life words, please.”

Caroline thinks this over. “One of those guys is going to snap and hit you one of these days,” she offers instead.

Azzi scrunches her nose in disdain. “You should be more worried about me snapping.”

“I am,” Caroline says. “I’m worried that them snapping will make you snap and then we’ll get banned from this rink.”

“Out of curiosity,” Azzi asks, swinging her bag of practice clothes over her shoulder. “Why are you getting banned in this scenario?”

“I wouldn’t cooperate with law enforcement when they came to arrest you,” Caroline says solemnly.

Azzi stares at her, strangely touched. “Thank you. I’ll try not to get arrested.”

This resolution is tested immediately after leaving the rink, which had admittedly not been in Azzi’s plans.

“Azzi!” Jayden yells at her, jogging over from where he had been standing by his car parked outside the rink. “Hey, Azzi, listen-”

“I’ll piss on your grave and listen to your corpse roll,” Azzi says, but only quietly and only to herself.

“I got two tickets to a hockey game a week from now,” Jayden says, catching up to her, smiling that horrible smile that makes Azzi want to knock his teeth out. “I got a lot of girls asking me to come, but I thought I’d take you out.”

“Oh, did you?” Azzi asks, as flatly as possible. She’s already walked to the bus stop, and now she’s stuck waiting there while Jayden talks at her.

“C’mon, we can make a whole thing out of it,” Jayden says, oblivious to the murderous vibes Azzi is projecting.

“Not interested,” Azzi says. “Take one of the girls.”

“Aw, but I want to take you,” Jayden says, almost whining. “Besides,” oh god here it comes, “you do kind of owe me, for the whole free rink access.”

There it is. There is how Azzi has been roped into accepting nearly every invitation this stupid bastard has thrown her way over the last few months out of some desperate attempt to try and buy his way into her pants.

“I owe your dad,” Azzi reminds him, though she knows it won’t work. “Who owns the rink. Not you.”

“You know my dad wouldn’t want you to turn this down,” Jayden responds, like he always does. “He wants us to get closer.”

Azzi, in no small way, owed Geno her career, a debt that mattered more to her than any other chain she was attached to. And, no, Geno would not want Azzi strong-armed into going on pseudo-dates with his son, but it would make him upset if Azzi started fighting with the bastard, which was bound to happen soon because Jayden did not like to be told no.

“I can’t,” Azzi says, more out of spite than anything else.

“Why not?”

“I-” Azzi licks her lips and stares at the pimple sprouting on Jayden’s chin as maliciously as possible. She hopes it explodes. “I have a girlfriend who wouldn’t like that.”

Even as she says it, she regrets it. She isn’t even sure why she said it.

“A girlfriend,” Jayden echoes, his tone incredulous.

“A girlfriend,” Azzi maintains, desperately committed to her sinking ship. “She’s kind of overprotective, really.”

God, she’s fucked the second Jayden asks to see a picture. Or by next week, when Jayden inevitably asks why her so-called girlfriend has yet to drop by when Azzi practices. And then she’ll have to explain that she lied, and then Geno will look at her all confused and disappointed like the time Azzi had basically melted the entire rink by accidentally turning off a master switch that killed all the power in the building, and then her career and all her professional relationships will be burned down and it’ll all be Azzi’s own fault because she can’t keep her mouth shut and deal with a couple hours with Jayden. And apparently she likes to self-sabotage.

Azzi feels like she’s going to vomit. She feels like the sidewalk she’s standing on is starting to cave in beneath her, like the sky is suddenly bearing down on her shoulders, too heavy to carry, so close to pushing her to her knees.

“Hey!” A familiar voice calls from behind her. “You forgot your skates!” Azzi manages to turn on shaky legs to see Paige jogging towards her in sweatpants and her hockey jersey. She’s carrying a pink bag that had been a present from Kaitlyn, which Azzi uses to store her skates when she’s taking the bus.

“Ah, Paige” she manages to say through the depths of her spiralling thoughts.

She’s got a light sheen of sweat on her forehead- she’s probably been practicing, Azzi thinks dizzily- and her shoulders seem especially broad with that jersey on.

“Here,” Paige says, holding the bag out. When Azzi doesn’t make a move to take it, she clicks her tongue and, in a shockingly gentle movement, pulls Azzi’s hand up herself, so that she can place the bag on her palm. Then Azzi takes it, clumsily adjusting her grip so she’s holding it properly by the handles. Her breath is still coming too fast, her lungs burning in his chest.

A heavy hand settles on her shoulder, fingers settling near the nape of her neck shaking her lightly so that Paige can peer up into her eyes. “Hey,” she says, in a voice so soft it could have given Azzi an instant warmth in her con other, much different, circumstances. “What’s wrong with you?”

Paige’s hair is in its usual braided style, always neat, yet effortless like someone hadn't even wasted a second of their time putting it up like that. She’s got nice eyes, Azzi's noticed them before. A sort of blue that pierces into your soul and stays there. Her eyebrows are currently pulled down low, making the skin of her forehead wrinkle. 

Jayden, who had been blissfully silent, up until now, decides to chime in. “Is this the girl?”

Paige steps forward, frowning. “Who’s this?” She asks, and she’s talking to Azzi but she’s looking at Jayden, and Azzi’s never been quite this grateful for Paige’s slight resting bitch face before. 

“Just a friend,” she says smoothly. “Azzi, properly introduce us sometime, okay?”

“Sure thing!” Azzi says, as nicely as possible, which makes Paige head turn towards him again. It doesn’t matter because Jayden is already slithering back into his car that cost way too much money, not to mention insurance premiums, making excuses about why he has to leave.

It’s only once Azzi can’t even see the fumes created by that hideous fucking car that she lets her shoulders drop, her forehead drooping to rest on Paige’s shoulders. A little voice in her brain pops up to tell her that, in normal circumstances, she would rather die than be this vulnerable in front of this girl. But right now, in these circumstances, Azzi has just barely avoided having a panic attack in public and Paige’s jersey smells sweaty but not dirty, and her shoulders are such a steady place to rest her tired head.

“Um.” Paige says, and then a hesitant hand is rubbing her back, up and down in comforting strokes.

“Thank god you’re so scary, p,” Azzi mumbles, fisting his hands into jersey material on both sides of Paige’s chest, unwilling to pull away just yet. Fortunately, Paige doesn’t try to move, just keeps running her hand down Azzi back. It’s oddly comforting, Azzi’s breath starting to level out again.

“Don’t tell me you were letting that guy bully you,” Paige says, disbelieving. “You? I once saw you make Nika cry. Actual tears!”

Azzi laughs, despite herself, and finally stands up straight. She reluctantly releases the jersey she had clenched in her fists, and watches the material stay gathered where she had grabbed it.

“It’s hard to explain,” she says. “And I think your teammates are looking for you.”

KK has, in fact, wandered out, her hockey stick held out in front of her chest like a protective barrier.

“They were probably worried we’d killed each other,” Paige says, and makes a gesture Azzi can’t see at KK, who beams and gives her a thumbs up before running back inside.

“She did look glad to be out of the crossfire,” Azzi says, amused.

“Ah, you scare her,” Paige says dismissively, and then looks at her carefully. “Hey, uh-”

Azzi’s not sure what she expected, but it wasn’t for Paige to step forward and chuck her under the chin. “Cheer up, alright?“

“You’re ridiculous,” Azzi says exasperatedly. She doesn’t say thank you, but she hopes Paige can see it in her eyes. Maybe not. Either way, Azzi thinks, watching the girl lope away, she had been a temporary solution to a much bigger problem.

“It’s not a problem,” Kaitlyn tells her that evening. Azzi thinks she might be rolling her eyes, but she can’t tell because her face is smashed into her couch cushion, so all she can see is the thin cracks beginning to line the fabric. Kaitlyn is prone to rolling her eyes when Azzi complains to her, so it’s a strong possibility.

“It is a problem,” Azzi says into the couch, not budging from her comatose position. “I’m never leaving my apartment again. My body will atrophy, and my flesh will rot, and you’ll find it here, on this couch, being eaten by flies.”

“You sure have a talent for dramatics,” Kaitlyn says, blatantly unsympathetic. “If figure skating doesn’t work out, I’m sure you have a career waiting for you in monologuing.”

“I think you would make a great Hamlet,” Caroline adds helpfully, perched on Azzi’s armchair like an overgrown crow, brown hair cascading how her shoulders. 

“Or the evil witches in Macbeth,” Kaitlyn says.

“I wish you guys were dead,” Azzi says, and rolls over onto her back so she’s looking at the ceiling instead. God, her ceiling is so fucking ugly, and she can’t even get it fixed because she’s never going to the Olympics, and she’s going to be poor and useless and tragically beautiful for the rest of her life-

“What is wrong with you?” Caroline says, and Azzi realizes belatedly that she’d been saying all of that out loud.

“I’m so fucked,” Azzi says, and her voice shakes more than she had meant it to. “What do I do?”

“You could confess you lied,” Kaitlyn suggests. “And say it was a spur of the moment thing, whoopsie.”

“And then what?” Azzi says glumly. “I’m stuck following Jayden anywhere he wants to go for the rest of his life, and being polite to him even when he starts acting like I’m some kind of Oliver Twist orphan his father took in and nurtured and I owe him my first born child”

“Christ,” Caroline says. “Just get your little hockey player to pretend she’s your girlfriend.”

Azzi sits up at that, tousled strands of hair falling out of her braids. “Are you completely insane?”

“I think it’s a good plan,” Kaitlyn says, unerringly loyal to the end. “You’re so smart, carol.”

“It’s an awful plan,” Azzi hisses. “What am I supposed to say? Sorry I’ve been actively antagonizing you and your team for a bit, please pretend to be my girlfriend to keep my career alive, and also if you notice I can’t stop blushing when you’re near me, don’t pay it any mind, I just think you’re really pretty?”

“Not exactly like that,” Caroline says. “But yeah, that’s the gist of it.”

Azzi stares at her for a minute, trying to will Kaitlyn to show some sort of outward contradiction. When it doesn’t work, she collapses with a huff back onto the couch. “I’m fucked,” she repeats.

KK the first one to notice her the next day, hovering awkwardly around the entrance as the team wraps up. Azzi remembers what Paige had said about KK being scared of her, so she tries her nicest smile, giving a small wave with her right hand.

“Hey!” KK says easily, coming up to her. She’s still in her hockey gear, but her ice skates are off. “Are you looking for Paige?”

“I am, yeah,” Azzi says slowly. “How did you know that?”

KK blinks at her, her head tilting slightly to the side in silent question. “You’re always looking for Paige.”

“Am not,” Azzi says, too defensively but she’s saved from hearing whatever KK has to say about that when Nika comes up to them, slinging an arm over KK’s shoulders, and making a mean face at Azzi.

“Don’t bully KK, her nerves can’t handle it,” Nika says and then takes a closer look at her face, and stops, eyes narrowing. “Woah, what’s wrong with you today?”

Azzi can’t imagine what she looks like right now. She has trouble sleeping at the best of times, and last night had been one of the worst. She had spent most of it lying on her back and picturing herself penniless and destitute, until the swirling darkness had seemed to take on a physical shape and that shape had started to laugh at her. By the time she’d gotten up, she hadn’t even had time to fix her hair, or cover up the dark circles that had formed under her eyes.

She pictures herself, her hair tangled and her skin greasy, and a new zit starting to pop-up over her cheekbone and just about turns herself around and walks out of the building all together.

“Azzi,” Nika says, “Azzi, Azzi, Azzi.” She’s waving a hand in front of Azzi’s face, concerned eyebrows visible through the gaps in her fingers.

Azzi flinches and smacks her hand away. “Listen,” she says. “I’m not in the mood to argue today. Is Paige here?”

Nika and KK have matching flabbergasted expressions, which is less than flattering. “You’re not in the mood?” Nika asks, like Azzi has just told her the Earth is going to get flattened by an asteroid in thirty seconds.

“I’m just-” It’s occurring to Azzi that this is possibly a really terrible plan and she should go home and think it over some more, without Kaitlyn’s cackling laugh in her ear, or at least come back with her hair brushed properly. “Yeah, I’m not in the mood, I’m gonna go, honestly-”

“No, don’t go!” KK says quickly, her hand lashing out to wrap around Azzi’s arm. Azzi stares at her dead-eyed, and she winces and repeats, quieter. “Don’t go, Paige’s just changing out. She took a hard hit today, so we let her off without helping clean up. She should be here any second.”

“Azzi?”

“Speak of the devil!” KK says, sounding relieved and steps fully away from Azzi so she can see Paige approaching them, a long bag slung over her back. Her jacket is nice, Azzi notices, an expensive brand Azzi sees at competitions sometimes. It’s zipped up fully, the black fabric clinging tight to every defined muscle in her arms and chest.

“You don’t practice here today,” Paige says. She looks concerned too. Azzi is getting a little tired of these hockey players looking concernedly at her.

Azzi can think of fifty million different things to say here. Maybe a ‘how did you know that?’ or a ‘what do you care?’ or ‘hey can I talk to you?’

What comes out of her mouth is, “are you okay?”

Because Paige’s got a red, swelling mark on her jaw, sure to darken into a bruise over the next hour. She seems a little surprised by the question, her eyebrows lifting. “Yeah, just took a hit this practice. It happens.”

“Right,” Azzi says, because she knows that, because she’s seen a hockey game before. She shifts from foot to foot carefully. She’s become horribly aware of how her tongue is sitting in her own mouth. “Happens.”

“Yeah,” Paige says slowly. She looks like she wants to check Aziz’s temperature. “Do you want to sit down?”

“No,” Azzi snaps immediately, her shoulders rising to her chin. “Do I look tired to you?”

The answer is yes, probably, and it would be right. Azzi is exhausted, and she does want very badly to sit down. Still, something in her eyes must show that Azzi is running low on straws to grab at, because Paige doesn’t say yes immediately, just pauses and shakes her head slowly.

KK and Nika are both still there, Nika draped over KK’s back, watching the two of them like she’s seeing a particularly rough tennis match.

“What are you guys still doing here?” Azzi says, irritated.

Nika only smiles insufferably, lips curling up. “There she is. All back to normal. C’mon KK, let’s leave them alone.”

Azzi watches them traipse off, her irritation rising inexplicably when she sees they’re holding hands.

“I actually fell when I got hit,” Paige says apologetically, distracting her. “So if you’re here to see me, I’m going to need to sit down. For my leg. Which hurts.”

Azzi fixes her in place with a hard glare, her feet firmly planted where they are.

Paige’s eyebrow twitches, just a little. She grabs her leg, completely unconvincing. “Ouch.”

The glare is getting a little hard to keep up.

“Fuck,” Azzi says, after a moment, feeling the burning frustration in her throat subside. It hits her suddenly, as her mind clears, what she must look like to Paige, and her lips twitch. Paige’s eyes widen in alarm and Azzi breaks into laughter, a genuine laugh, rising up from her chest, her shoulders dropping back down, her body relaxing like a puppet with its strings cut.

“Sorry,” she says to Paige, who is staring at her. “That wasn’t hysteria. Sorry. I just realized I was being stupid. Also, you suck at lying. Let’s go sit down.”

Azzi kicks absent-mindedly at the legs of Paige’s chair, too nervous to look up and meet her eyes. “So, that’s the situation,” she says. It sounds more insane when she says it out loud than it had when she’d practiced it.

“Sure,” Paige says. They’ve sat down in a dingy little fast food place next to the ice rink, empty at this time of day, which is good for professional athletes who need to discuss crazy people schemes in relative privacy. A packet of limp fries sits between them, grease saturating the packet, spreading in blobs across the thin paper.

“Sure,” Azzi mimics. Her kicking grows faster, the chair legs squeaking as she hits them harder and harder.

A hand wraps around her ankle the next time it flies to kick the seat and Azzi finally looks up to meet Paige’s eyes.

“If you break it, I’m not paying for it,” Paige says warningly, and then releases Azzi’s leg.

Azzi kicks the chair one more time for good measure and then sweeps her legs under her own chair. “Can you just say something?” She asks, trying to cover the flush rising to her face. “And if the answer is no, that’s okay, but just so you know I’m trusting you to not tell anyone else that I asked you-”

Paige runs her hands over her face, groaning, and for the first time Azzi notices that her ears are bright red.

Knowing they’re in the same boat makes her inclined to be kinder, and Azzi settles down in her seat, determined to wait her out.

“Alright,” Paige says. “We need to talk about this somewhere else. People could walk in here any time and the last thing I need right now is to become tabloid fodder.”

“Ah,” Azzi says knowingly, both of them standing up. “Olympics selection is coming up.”

“Yeah,” Paige says, scrubbing a hand through her hair, making it even more frizzy. “Also, I generally don’t like seeing my face on newsstands.”

Azzi considers that, as someone who also does not love to see their face on newsstands and even more so on tabloids yet somehow always ends up on them. Azzi used to really struggle with all the added media requirements but it seems that it just seems so come with the whole ice skating package. “seems reasonable..”

“Oh, that’s right,” Paige says, leading them out into the parking lot. “You’re always doing all those modelling campaigns. I guess you see yourself a lot, huh?”

Azzi smiles. “I took two medals at last year’s Grand Prix,” she says. “I’m in high demand, p”

Paige looks skeptical. “Oh really? Ask one of your model friends to date you for real.”

“Why do that, when I could hang out with you?” Azzi asks, cheerful once again. They’ve reached Paige’s car, which is apparently the more private place Paige had been talking about.

“The windows are tinted,” Paige explains, as they both climb into the vehicle. It’s a nice car, Azzi thinks jealously, trying not to stare too obviously at the smooth, expensive-looking interior.

“Do you think any of the players from your team are going to get selected?” Azzi asks, leaning against the passenger side window to look at Paige.

“Well,” Paige says, slanting a crooked grin in Azzi’s direction. “Me, obviously.”

As the smirk turns into a soft laugh Azzi feels her heart constrict and tries to remember how to breathe properly. “Obviously,” she says, and if it doesn’t sound half as sarcastic as she meant it to, Paige doesn’t mention it.

“Nika, too,” Paige continues, thoughtfully. 

“I guess I’ll see you there,” Azzi says, and watches the crinkle around her eyes make a reappearance.

“Why can’t you just use another rink?” Paige asks. “If you won two medals already, you can probably afford it.”

Azzi tips her head back and tries to think of the best way to explain this. “Figure skating isn’t like hockey, or football, or basketball. We don’t get contracts for the season. We get paid if we win, and the costs of equipment and training add up. A lot of professional figure skaters rely on their families, or work side jobs. Plus, we retire early, so I need to save up while I’m ahead.”

Paige is watching her steadily, blue eyes giving Azzi her full attention. Somehow, Azzi hadn’t expected her to be this good of a listener.

“And this rink is private, so no fans show up to watch you practice, and it’s near my house.”

“It’s near mine too,” Paige shares and Azzi stores that information away in a small folder of her brain with a picture of Paige’s face taped over it.

“That’s not even it, though,” Azzi continues. “Figure skating’s hard to get into, if you don’t have any connections. When me and my family moved here- our last city didn’t even have an ice rink. I learned to skate on a frozen over pond. When we moved, I used to practice before school, after school, weekends, whenever we could afford it. Geno set everything up for me, he got me a good coach, he made all the right introductions. I do owe him, whatever he might think about it. I don’t want to make him upset.”

Paige is silent for a moment and then slumps forward over the steering wheel, making a noise like a dog throwing up, her forehead hitting the top of the wheel.

“Paige?” Azzi says, immediately concerned. “What the fuck?”

Paige doesn’t lift her head up, just mumbles to the floor. “Have you just been secretly cool this whole time and I didn’t know it?”

It’s enough to startle a laugh out of Azzi, the second time today.

“I feel like there’s definitely a less insane solution,” Paige says, straightening up. “But I can’t think of it, so I’ll do it.”

“You’ll do it?!”

“Just said I would.”

“Oh my god,” Azzi says, beaming so hard her cheeks are starting to ache. “Paige, you are a lifesaver. I will never say anything about your hockey team again.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep. Do you want a ride home?”

Azzi nods, so incandescently happy, she thinks she might be glowing, practically bouncing in her seat as she turns to buckle her seatbelt.

When she looks back at Paige again, Paige is already looking at her.

Azzi blinks. “What?”

“Nothing,” Paige grinds out through gritted teeth as she starts the car. “Nothing.”

“By the way,” Paige says, as the two of them inch through the weekday traffic. “Why do you take the bus anyway? Aren’t you worried you’ll be recognized?”

“No one is looking for a figure skater on public transport, Paige,” Azzi says. “Besides, I never learned how to drive, I much prefer being a passenger princess.”

Paige looks over at her, incredulous. “You never learned how?”

“I was busy,” Azzi says defensively. “I’m only twenty-two, you know. And there’s lots going on in my life.”

“I wasn’t judging,” Paige says, “just surprised. I failed mine like three times.”

Azzi sits up straight in her seat. “Three times? How do I get out of this car?”

Paige tsks disapprovingly. “Relax, it’s fine. I passed in the end, didn’t I?”

“Yeah, on the fourth try,” Azzi mutters. “I’d probably pass the bar exam if I took it on the fourth try.”

“You are not funny” Paige says, but she’s smiling as she says it. “Better to try and fail than never try, right?”

“Personally,” Azzi says, as haughty as she can manage. “I’d rather try and succeed.”

When they pull up in front of Azzi’s apartment complex, Azzi is nervous again, fidgeting with the hems of her sleeves as Paige parks.

“Should we like,” she winces even as the words leave her mouth, “come up with rules, or a plan or something.”

“We could,” Paige says dubiously. “But if you say some corny shit like ‘rule one is don’t fall in love with me’ I’m gonna break up with you.”

“I wasn’t going to say that!” Azzi snaps. Then because she can’t help herself, she adds, “Anyway, that would be the last rule. For dramatic effect.”

“I can’t believe people think you’re scary,” Paige says. 

“Shut up,” Azzi says, ineffectively, as she pulls out her phone. She opens up her Notes app, and types in ‘Rules’ into the header.

“Nerd.”

“Hush.” Azzi types in ‘Rule 1’ and then stares at it.

“Well?” Paige prompts.

Azzi scowls at her. “Rule number one is don’t be mean to me.”

“Rejected,” Paige says, and unbuckles her seatbelt to settle a little more comfortably into her seat.

“Fine,” Azzi says. “Rule one is, we have to keep going for about two months. That’ll be enough time to convince Jayden the relationship is real, and for him to get off my case.”

Paige agrees, so Azzi moves on. “Rule two is you have to go with me to weekly dinners at Geno’s house.”

Paige sits up at that, alarmingly straight. “Every week?”

“Well, not if you’re super busy,” Azzi says, a little taken aback. “I can try to get you out of the first few, but we’ll definitely have to go to a few.”

“It’s just,” Paige pauses, and then looks at Azzi, seeming incredibly pained. “I’m like, a really bad liar.”

The earnest worry on her face is too much to bear, and Azzi turns her head to stifle her laughter into her shoulder.

“I can still see you laughing,” Paige says heatedly. “I’m serious!”

“Sorry, sorry,” Azzi says, still giggling a little. She holds up her hands. “Not laughing at you, I swear. I’ll do most of the talking, you can just sit back and nod along. I’ll tell them you’re shy.”

“Of course you will,” Paige says, shaking her head. “Fine, yeah, that’s alright then.”

“Rule number three is,” Azzi hesitates, trying to think of something that’ll annoy Paige to just the appropriate level. “Rule number three is you have to drive me home from practice everyday.”

She looks at Paige expectantly, hoping to see that thrilling neck vein start to stick out, but the other man just looks thoughtful. “I probably can’t everyday,” She says.

“Paige” Azzi says, staring at her, wide-eyed. “I was just kidding, I obviously don’t expect you to just drive me around.”

“I guess it depends on how our practice schedules line up,” Paige continues, like Azzi hadn’t spoken at all. “Send me yours, and I’ll see, alright?”

“Paige-” Azzi says, bewildered by how quickly this conversation has gotten away from her, but Paige keeps speaking.

“Rule four,” she says. “Since we’re already doing this, I have a family function to go to about two months from now too. If I do this, you have to come pretend to be my date for that.”

“Ooh,” Azzi says. “The Paige Bueckers can’t get a hot date on her own?”

“You’re one to talk,” Azzi says, impassive.

Azzi sticks out her tongue, but adds it down into her notes. She isn’t sure what to do with rule number three, so she leaves it on there, and then shows the list to Paige.

“Sure,” Paige says affably. “There we go.”

Azzi hesitates. “Just like that?”

“Do you want us to spit and shake?” Paige says, amused.

“Definitely not.” Azzi looks at the list of rules in her phone again, chewing on her lower lip. “Just like, should we sign something?”

Paige sighs heavily, and then holds out her fist, pinky finger extended. When Azzi doesn’t move, just looks at her, she wiggles the finger impatiently. “C’mon.”

“Just checking- Are you seven years old, by any chance?” Azzi asks, but holds out her pinky anyway.

Paige doesn’t respond, but her eyebrows furrow slightly in focus as she loops their pinkies and then touches their thumbs together. “There. Now we’ve pinky promised.”

Azzi wants to pull on this girl’s cheeks. She wants to chew on her cheekbones. She wants to take Paige’s face between her two hands, and pepper little kisses over her nose. “Yeah,” she says helplessly. “Pinky promise.”

Azzi shows up at the rink again the next day, late in the evening after practice, and Paige waves her over from a bench where she’s wrapping up her gear and stuffing it into a bag. She’s wearing the same expensive jacket Azzi had seen yesterday, and for the first time, Azzi wonders just how much Paige earns in a year. Their team is good, she knows that, so she imagines it’s a lot. Definitely more than she earns, Azzi thinks bitterly. Nobody so much as questions her approach as she makes her way over, making Azzi wonder what Paige told her team. They had never really discussed it, so she guesses it’s fine if they know that Azzi needed a fake girlfriend.

“What’s that face for?” Paige asks as she gets closer, so Azzi makes an even worse face, scrunching up all her features and sticking out her tongue.

“Gross,” Paige says, and she looks like she’s going to say more but Jana and Ice are both coming over, the two of them together creating an almost overwhelming whirlwind of energy. They don’t question Azzi’s presence at all, looking vaguely eager as they approach.

“Hi Azzi, Paige,” Ice says. “Are you coming out with us for drinks next week, Azzi?”

Azzi turns to Paige, who shrugs as if to say up to you. 

“I might,” Azzi says, uncertainly, and in an effort to be nice, she adds, “sounds like a real party.”

“The last time I was at a party was when my sister got kidnapped,” Jana says thoughtfully and Azzi isn’t sure which part of that statement should be addressed first.

“What?” She settles on.

“It was a search party, obviously,” Jana amends. “Not like a ‘ha-ha’ party. We were all very worried.”

“Sorry,” Paige says, looking as dazed as Azzi feels. “Did you say your sister got kidnapped?” 

“It was a misunderstanding!” Jana says brightly. “You know, KGB agents and stuff. She was alright in the end.”

“Good for her!” Ice says, evidently not bothered by this story at all. 

As the pair leave, Azzi turns to Paige and mouths kidnapped? Paige shrugs helplessly.

“What did you tell them anyway?” Azzi asks once the two of them are out of earshot. “About like- this whole thing?”

“About you propositioning me?” Paige asks, and Azzi winces at the word choice. “Nothing. I was going to lie and say we were dating if someone asked, but no one’s asked.”

Azzi pauses. “You were going to lie to your teammates for me?” She asks, feeling strangely warm at the thought.

“I would’ve tried,” Paige says, grinning. “I think I overestimated how much attention they pay to their surroundings.”

She pats the spot on the bench next to her. “Are you getting back from practice?”

“Yeah,” Azzi says, sliding onto the bench, so that she’s straddling it, facing Paige, one leg on either side. “Mats today.”

Paige hums a questioning noise, her eyes still focused on the tape she’s wrapping around her stick.

“When you do like jumps and stuff,” Azzi shares, feeling strangely shy. “You have to practice somewhere you won’t get hurt as bad before you try on the ice.”

“Can you get the same effect?” Paige asks, seeming genuinely interested. “Like, isn’t it different on the mats versus the ice?”

Azzi is struck, just then, by how strange it is to be sitting here, talking to Paige like a normal person, explaining the details of figure skating to her like they’re friends.

“Um,” she says out loud. “Yeah, it’s different. But it helps to get the footwork down.”

Azzi keeps talking, feeling like she’s separating a little from his body as Paige keeps working on her equipment, nodding along at all the right places, asking questions when Azzi stops speaking.

When Jayden slams a hand down on her shoulder, it feels like a sharp and unwelcome return to reality.

“I thought I’d drop by, but you weren’t at the bus stop,” Jayden says, in a stupid long coat that makes him look like three children stacked on top of one another. Azzi frowns.

“Paige is driving me home today,” she says, and Jayden turns to look at Paige who’s briefly paused her work to observe their interaction.

“So this is the girlfriend, huh?” Jayden says brightly.

Azzi nods, and stands up, moving to stand behind Paige, nudging her back gently. She feels a little jittery already, and she mostly just wants Jayden to leave, to let Azzi return to the conversation she had been having before he arrived.

“We actually have to leave,” she announces, and she can see Paige start to place her equipment into her bag again, starting to pack up. “Sorry to ditch as soon as we see you.”

“I was just wondering,” Jayden says, ignoring this, “because you guys don’t seem very coupley at all. Not to judge, or anything.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Azzi says sharply. “What does ‘coupley’ even mean?”

Couple things, she thinks desperately, what are couple things?

Her smile beginning to twitch at the corners, she reaches down and very hesitantly places a hand on Paige’s shoulder. Her face immediately begins to burn, blood rushing upwards so fast she’s starting to feel dizzy. That was so fucking stupid.

Straight-faced, Paige reaches up and pats Azzi’s hand. Pats it. Once, twice, and stops, returning to her task.

Azzi isn’t sure whether she wants to laugh or cry. This is where their attempt at public displays of affection ends, apparently. Azzi slowly lowering her hand onto Paige’s shoulder like she’s touching a hot stove, and Paige patting that hand twice.

She looks down to see Paige’s face and Paige looks back up at her, and when their eyes meet, Azzi can see that for once, they’re in complete agreement. We are terrible at this.

Jayden doesn’t seem to miss the terrible awkward exchange (it would be like missing an especially bloody train wreck, in Azzi’s opinion), judging by the narrowed suspicious eyes he’s aiming at the two of them.

“Strange,” Jayden comments, casually, so casually. “Azzo normally goes for brunettes”

That is both underhanded and untrue. She does not go for brunettes. Azzi doesn’t “go for” many people at all at all. People go for her. They might as well just show up at her house and form an orderly queue.

Azzi is currently less worried about the slander of her reputation and more worried about whether Paige would get worked up and hit Jayden over this.

“Really?” Paige asks, tipping her head back to look at Azzi for confirmation.

“I don’t chase,” Azzi says lightly. “I attract.”

Paige rolls her eyes, not meanly- something Azzi could mistake as fond if she didn’t know any better. “Well, there you have it,” she tells Jayden.

“She doesn’t like hockey players much, either,” Jayden says, clearly still on this. This part, at least, is true.

“Are you trying to ask a question?” Azzi asks, her tone biting.

Jayden is not phased by Azzi’s biting tone. “Just seeing if she’s really up to your usual standards,” she says, and Azzi wouldn’t even blame Paige if she hit him for that one. Still, she tightens the hand on Paige’s shoulder in warning.

Azzi shouldn’t have worried because Paige doesn’t even blink, just lifts her eyebrows, slightly sardonic. “Are we having a dick measuring contest? I would've brought my ruler.”

“Not a contest,” Jayden says, that fake smile slipping off his face. “I was just asking some questions.”

Paige snorts, continuing to pack up her gear. “Ask away.”

“Ask away later,” Azzi says hastily. “Because we have to go right now. No time for an interrogation.”

“Not an interrogation, either,” Jayden says, sticking his chin in the air. “Alright, I’ll go. Give you two some privacy.”

He looks at the two of them as though she’s expecting them to tell him to stay. When nothing is forthcoming, he turns on his heel and strides away, hands tucked into the deep pockets of that flaring coat.

“Looks like fucking Vader in that thing,” Paige comments, swinging her bag over her shoulder. “Cartoon supervillain.”

They start walking towards the exit, the small musty hallway that leads into the parking lot.

“You handled that surprisingly well,” Azzi says. “I kind of expected you to hit him.”

Paige glances at her out of the corner of her eye, that familiar scowl on her face again. “I’m not that easy to piss off. It takes a little more than that to rile me up. Give me some credit.”

Azzi stares at her, mouth agape. “Are we talking about the same Paige? You’re so easy to rile up. Incredibly easy. It’s thrilling every time.”

Paige comes to a stop, and turns to point a thick finger at her chest. The two of them are standing alone in the dark hallway leading to the exit door, one dusty light bulb flickering on and off above them. The bruise on her face is turning a nasty colour, unlikely to fade for another week.

“You,” Paige says, squinting at her accusingly, “are just a special breed of irritating.”

With that, she turns and walks away, leaving Azzi standing still behind her, watching her retreating back.

“Was that a compliment?” Azzi yells after her, not moving from her spot. The sound of Paige’s answering laugh echoes off the walls, bouncing back towards her, Azzi’s lips pulling up in response, as she runs to catch back up.

“Wait,” Paige says, once they’re in the parking lot. Night has already fallen, early in the wintertime, the pavement around them lit up by tall streetlamps, casting yellow light over their faces. “Here, I’ll get in the passenger seat, and you drive.”

“Are you sure that’s safe?” Azzi asks, not moving.

Paige shrugs, already moving around to the passenger seat. “Come on, the lot is empty, I’ll teach you how.”

“Do you even know how?” Azzi asks, reluctantly accepting the keys Paige is proffering towards her, “I kind of figured that you just annoyed the test takers with your persistence until they let you pass.”

“Bruh,” Paige says mildly. “Go on, get in.”

Once Azzi’s sitting in the driver’s seat, she just stares at the wheel. There seem to be an awful lot of controls.

She turns to Paige. “What now?”

“Well, first you have to buckle your seatbelt,” Paige says, and Azzi scowls.

“I know that.” She doesn’t move.

Paige sighs. She seems to do that a lot around Azzi. Then Azzi is frozen for a different reason, as Paige leans over her, one hand gripping Azzi’s shoulder as she reaches for Azzi’s seatbelt, smooth muscle shifting under her skin as she brings it over Azzi’s body and buckles it.

“Dear god,” Azzi whispers. Paige smells good.

“Relax,” Paige says, taking her mumblings for nervousness. “You can’t possibly mess up that bad.”

Azzi frowns. “How do you know that? I could be the worst driver you’ve ever met.”

“I doubt it,” Paige tells her. “I crashed the car the first time I took the test.”

Azzi stares at her. Then she starts the car.

“Right pedal is gas, left is brake,” Paige says. “You have to put the car in reverse to get out of the spot, and then press lightly on the gas.”

“Right,” Azzi says, and moves the gear stick accordingly before pressing on the gas. The car lurches forward, coming to a jerky stop right before hitting the curb in front of them, Azzi’s blood draining entirely from her face.

“So, that was actually drive,” Paige says calmly, one hand braced on the window. “Reverse is lower.”

Once Azzi gets used to the controls, they manage to go in large bumpy circles around the parking lot.

“How did you fail the second time?” Azzi asks, carefully executing another terrible turn.

“Try to stay on the right side,” Paige says, unbothered by the possible damage Azzi is inflicting on her car. “I almost hit a stop sign. They got really mad about that one.”

“I would be making so much fun of you over this if I wasn’t so tense right now,” Azzi informs her. "Remind me to do it later."

“Looking forward to it- make sure you’re slowing down before you turn.”

“What about the third time?” Azzi says. She presses too hard on the brake, and the car nearly comes to a full stop in the middle of her next turn.

Paige seems to be pouting, by the sound of her voice. Azzi debates taking her eyes off the road long enough to check. “I waited almost a full year before taking it the third time. I practiced basically everyday. It went so well, the instructor was telling me I was one of the best drivers he’d tested that year.”

Azzi snickers. “And?“

“And on the way into the test center parking lot,” Paige says, “I hit the curb. Automatic fail. They wouldn’t even let me test at that center anymore, I had to go out of the city. Never trusted a driving instructor since.”

Azzi gives up on trying to hold back and bursts out laughing. To her surprise, the car doesn’t immediately crash.

“You’re laughing,” Paige says, and her face is stony, but Azzi can hear the smile in her voice. “I share my deep, personal, insecurities with you, and you’re laughing at me.”

Azzi shakes her head, small giggles still escaping her. “Those poor test administrators, you must have made them miserable.”

She can imagine it very easily, a smaller, angrier Paige, marching into a testing center with the energy of a Marine off to combat. The thought makes her snort with laughter.

“You look pretty when you laugh,” Paige says, and it’s that soft, honest voice, so rare to hear from her. Azzi’s laughter breaks off as she turns to look at her, captivated by that gentle sincerity, so unexpected from this girl, so sweet to hear.

“Az- the brakes!”

The car rolls over a curb and comes to a slamming halt right before a small tree, the branches brushing the windshield, leaves already fallen off in the winter cold.

She called me Az, she thinks, and presses her forehead into the steering wheel and smiles- a small giddy smile, just for herself

[pcyren]

WHAT YOU HEARD

LANDO NORRIS

summary ★ : streets are saying yn finally broke up with her loser boyfriend and guess who couldn't be happier? if you guessed lando, you'd be wrong, it's actually her (but lando's a really close second).

category ★ : smau.

notes ★ : disregard all times and dates, they don't matter. all spelling mistakes are intentional. with that out of the way, finally someone other than charles even though i still have like 2 drafts for him that i need to finish. ntm on the banner and article 😶‍🌫️. when you get to the hello kitty reactions pls just scroll💀 it was funny when i made it but now it's just... and i cba to remove it. sorry this is so short 🙏.

part 2

yn_ln added to their story.

user00: oooh, girl's night????

user01: love seeing my fav wags out and about

user02: what happened to your foot? hope you're okay🫶

yourfriend: lils on her phone probably texting alex🙄 they make me sick w how cute they are

user03: y'all look so good🥴

user04: I just know that club's hot as satan's arsehole, how do you look so good? what's your secret🎤

alex_albon: please bring my girlfriend back in one piece🙏

yn_ln: nah, she's my girlfriend now😪

user05: no ezra? break up abeg

maxfewtrell replied to your Close Friends story : did you forget she's on your cf

landonorris: do you think i'm stupid? obviously i removed her before posting this

maxfewtrell: so you do have a working brain cell🤗 congrats🎉

monaspencer replied to your story : wasteman is hilarious but deserved.

alex_albon replied to your Close Friends story : may your efforts fail 🤞🙏

landonorris: WOW🤣🤣

alex_albon: nothing personal mate🤷‍♂️

landonorris: WDYM nothing personal, you're literally cursing me😒

randomfriend replied to your story : VINDICATION!!! i knew you couldn't read🥳

alex_albon replied to your Close Friends story : why did he have to be such a simp, now i owe lily and mona money

yn_ln: you're a millionaire, you can afford it, so suck it up king👑🫶🏽

monaspencer replied to your Close Friends story : you just made me 200€ richer😘

yn_ln: i actually don't want to know...

lilymhe replied to your Close Friends story : now alex owes mo and i money, thank you🙏🏻

yn_ln: glad to be of service?

landonorris replied to your Close Friends story : i wonder who that handsome guy is

yn_ln: some stray i found wandering around and out of the goodness of my heart, i decided to bring into my home

landonorris: you're not funny

yn_ln: then why were you laughing at all my jokes earlier?

landonorris: i was laughing at how bad they were😕

yn_ln: sure...

charles_leclerc replied to your story : tangled on a date? how romantic

yourfriend replied to your Close Friends story : this doesn't look very "im done w yt men" 🤔

yn_ln: you're in my business, don't do that😁

yourfriend: but it's so interesting 🥴

⤷ end note ‧ ★ : made a cute lil divider so hopefully it distracts you from everything else😋. honestly this took so long bc i was mostly working with vibes, no writing, no thoughts, just vibes. i don't know how some of y'all are so fast, like you guys amaze me, my goal is to just get more than 1 smau per month out. also i will no longer be writing for charles leclerc bc someone said he looked like noah schnapp and i can't unsee it 💀💀 gonna have to change the drafts🥲

[eternalbuckley]

jerking off to your voice over the phone — sub!lorenzo berkshire

warnings: mdni 18+, sort of sub!enzo, guided masturbation, male masturbation, phone sex (?), the tenses in some sentences don‘t really make sense i think (i‘m sorry) — if i missed something, please let me know!

enzo has absolutely no shame in admitting that he jerks off to pictures of you, imagining his hand was your pussy. it's even better if he has any recordings of your voice because he'd 100% listen to them while his hand is wrapped around his cock. he'd come as soon as he would hear you laugh in the recording.

"baby, please come over, i need you." he whimpered into his phone as soon as you called him late in the night after he texted you multiple messages — most of them having spelling mistakes because he typed them with one hand as his other one was occupied with his throbbing cock. those text messages were filled with his need for you.

you had this effect on him no else ever had. enzo never cared about forming deep bonds with anyone he had sexual encounters with. he simply cared about the act behind it, getting off and going to the next person. emotional depth? non existent, he saw no point behind it. but with you? everything changed completely. you challenged each other in ways no one else could. you had him wrapped around your finger and loved it with every fiber of your being. most of the times he may be the more dominant part in your relationship but sometimes he let you take control. at this point, he doesn't care how you see him. he just needs you.

you chuckled and played with a strand of your hair as you listened to the wet noises and low moans coming from his side of the phone. "oh baby, you know i can't come over but i can help you regardless. you just have to listen to my voice," you spoke softly with a smirk on your lips.

he groaned, licked his lips to wet them and then nodded, his breathing quickened because he increased his hand movements. a bit of his cum already leaked but he didn‘t dare to come yet until you allowed him to. you continued to talk to him and told him about your day. in between you told him to go faster or slower. with each passing second, you noticed his whimpers growing louder and his need to come getting stronger.

"baby it hurts so much. please, i-"

you hummed, "come on baby, come for me." you whispered and pressed your thighs together while you listened to enzo's cracked moans as he came into his hand and made a mess.

you for sure knew, you'd suck him off as soon as you'd be able to see him next.

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a/n: i don‘t really like this but i wanted to share it with you anyways! it‘s not proofread this, so ignore possible grammar mistakes or of anything doesn‘t make sense (english is not my first language). i hope you enjoyed the small drabble !! — reblogs, feedback and comments are highly appreciated and welcomed! ♡

disclaimer: please do not repost or try and take ownership of my work or post this anywhere without my consent. i don’t give you my permission to use my writing for any ai related things, don’t do it. do not translate my work and post it anywhere — i give you no permission to do that. i only post my stories here, so if you find my work anywhere else please let me know!

[itoshislave]

hi babe! i’m so new to your account and we repost sooo many of the same fics and i like your taste xoxo

i was wondering if maybe you could write a fic abt tsukishima (haikyuu). an x reader that’s post high school like summer before college. friends-lovers pls pls pls pls. they go to a party after the last day of school and reader has always been shy and never found the right time to say something to kei but gets a little tipsy and gets some confidence to confess. and like since they’d always been friends he thinks she’s joking but it gets nsfw when he realizes she’s serious. if it’s not too much? 🙏🏼😚

nonnie, I'm so sorry 😭😭😭it's been so long since I've been around here. My God, I'm so embarrassed to answer your ask after all this time, but I hope you like it♡♡♡

⊹₊ ˚‧₊୨𝘋𝘙𝘜𝘕𝘒 𝘖𝘕 𝘠𝘖𝘜, 𝘚𝘖𝘉𝘌𝘙 𝘐𝘕 𝘓𝘖𝘝𝘌୧₊‧ ˚ ₊⊹ — Tsukishima Kei

۶ৎ Amidst the golden lights, the overly sweet drinks, and the dangerous smiles, you realize that you’ve spent too long running away from your feelings for him. And Tsukishima—with his bored expression and eyes that see too much—may have been waiting for this moment all along. On a night when everything pulsates—the floor, the bodies, the truths—you finally stop pretending that it’s just a game. And you start to discover what’s really hiding behind it.

cw: explicit sex, unprotected sex (consensual, with emotional context), strong sexual language, use of alcoholic beverages, spanking, dirty talk and light domination, sex in a public place (bathroom at a party), adult characters. English is not my first language, so I apologize if there are a lot of spelling mistakes. Enjoy!🤗

The night was alive in a strange way. The beats of the music passed through the house, vibrating in the floor, in the windows and the ribs. Laughter came from every corner, bodies huddled on couches, in the hallways, even in the backyard lit by strings of yellow lights. And there he was — leaning against the wall, with a glass of soda in his hand, watching everything with that bored look that you knew was just a facade.

Tsukishima had always been there. Ever since freshman year. Too tall, too sarcastic, always with a ready comeback. And you? Always trying to keep up, stumbling over your words, blushing more than you'd like to admit every time he stared for too long.

The conversations came and went. Someone pushed a glass of something too sweet for you, and you accepted it. Then another. A third warmed your chest, and suddenly everything seemed easier to say.

You spent the whole night circling around him. It was always like that. People thought it was cute —“look at them, always together”—but no one knew that there was a weight on your shoulders every time he touched you by chance. That you had words stuck in your throat since first grade.

“What a dangerous combination. Are you lost?” He asked as you approached, his tone drawn out, almost lazy. A small smile curved his mouth. “Or did you just stumble into another conversation with me?” He said, raising an eyebrow, the mischievous smile slowly forming, as if he found you amusing.

You huffed, crossing your arms. He looked at you appraisingly, as if he were measuring the distance between your courage and your shame.

“You sound like I do this all the time.”

He took a sip from his glass and looked over the rim.

“You do.”

“You are insufferable.���

“And yet, here you are.”

Heat rose to your face. Again. Of course.

That was the game. He liked to see you stumble. To keep you on the edge between “Get out of my way” and “I won’t bite if you’re so desperate to kiss me.” You thought it was just a tease. Until you realized he only did that to you. That sent butterflies into your stomach.

“You suck,” you muttered, taking the glass from his hand. You took a sip, tasting the sweet, cold drink. “I should stop talking to you.”

“But you won’t.”

"Why?"

He shrugged, approaching with that slowness that made your heart race.

“Because you love it… And I have so much fun watching you try to hide how much you like me.”

You froze. The words stuck in your throat and the silence between you seemed to scream. He didn't look away. He just waited. Enjoying the chaos he caused in you.

But this time, you were different.

Maybe it was the heat. Or the drink. Or the certainty that if you didn't say anything, you would spend the next few years hating yourself.

You took a deep breath.

“What if I don’t want to hide it anymore?”

Tsukishima arched an eyebrow, that smug smile making your stomach churn.

“Oh, sure... You must be so in love with me, right?”

The heat rose again, but you didn't back down.

“What if I am?”

He was silent for a moment. It was not a silence of superiority, but of surprise. His eyes blinked rapidly, his mouth opened and closed, and he looked away, clearly embarrassed.

“Don’t joke about that, idiot.”

“I'm not joking.”

The silence seemed thicker now. Tsukishima looked you up and down, as if searching for some trace of playfulness on your face. He didn't find any.

His smile faded. And something else appeared in his eyes. Something warm. Something dangerous.

“Damn,” he muttered. “You’re serious.”

You just bit your lip and shifted your weight from one foot to the other.

The change in him was subtle, but real. The tension in his jaw. The eyes fixed on yours, suddenly darker.

“Do you have any idea what you’re saying?”

“I have. For a long time now.”

He shook his head slowly, chuckling softly. Tsukishima curled his lower lip into an almost predatory smile, as if he was finally starting to really enjoy himself. He leaned his face toward you, so close that the heat of his breath touched your skin. His voice was low, husky, made just for you to hear:

“And now that you confessed... what are you going to do with it?”

Your heart was beating too loudly. Loud enough for him to hear.

You swallowed hard, but tried to maintain your composure.

“I don’t know yet. Are you going to give me options?”

He smirked, satisfied—the kind of smile that made your stomach sink and your knees threaten to buckle.

“Ah, yes…” He said, his voice almost lazy, but filled with restrained malice. “I have many in mind. But I don’t know if you can handle it.”

His gaze moved down over you slowly, as if he were analyzing you, testing you. No rush. The touch of his fingers returned, now lightly brushing your waist, as if he were already teasing you with that alone.

“I can be quite… creative.” He continued, with an air of knowing exactly what effect he was having. “But only if you promise to take whatever I give you.”

You laughed, a little nervous, a little defiant.

“Do you really think I’m the running type?”

He took a step closer, closing the space between you until there was nothing left. His nose was almost touching yours, and his gaze was direct, fixed on your eyes with an intensity that almost hurt.

“No. I think you’re the type to stay… until the end.” he said, his voice low, husky, full of promise.

The silence between you was broken only by the muffled sound of party music in the distance. The rest of the world seemed suspended. Tsukishima looked at you as if he was finally seeing everything—as if every provocative thought he had ever had about you was now free, unbridled, unfettered.

Then he came closer.

The kiss wasn’t immediate. It was a slow brush of mouths, as if testing. As if asking if you were sure you really wanted this. And your answer came when you pulled his shirt with your fingers, wordlessly. His mouth found yours more firmly now, hot, full of intention. It was restrained desire, mixed with that silent provocation of someone who knew the effect it caused.

Tsukishima pressed you lightly against the wall, in a darker corner of the house, away from the hubbub of the party. His hand slowly moved up your back, firm, until it reached the nape of your neck, pulling you closer, controlling the rhythm of the kiss — sometimes slow, sometimes too deep to be just a kiss.

His fingers slid down your waist again, this time under your shirt, touching your skin. Cold and electrifying. He murmured against your mouth, between one kiss and another:

“You're shaking...” He smiled. “What’s wrong? Nervous, are you?”

“Shut up.”

He chuckled softly and let his lips trail down to your neck, slowly, testing your limits, teasing your with every subtle bite, every sigh he drew. His hand moved up your belly, warm and determined, until it reached your breasts over the fabric, squeezing lightly, exploring. He was in no hurry. He wanted to feel your every reaction.

When you moaned softly, he stopped just to look into your eyes, his face so close that you could feel his warm breath mixing with yours.

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this.”

The answer died in your throat when he kissed you again, this time with more hunger, more urgency. Your bodies fit together naturally, as if they had been silently rehearsing this for months.

The muffled laughter of someone in the next room reminded you of where you were — and the involuntary startle that ran through your body didn't go unnoticed by him. Tsukishima raised an eyebrow, his fingers still tangled in the hem of your shirt, his chest pressed against yours.

“Do you remember that the house is full, is that it?”

You looked around, as if you only now realized how wide open everything was. He smiled, with that subtle malice he learned to use to unsettle you.

“Then let’s find a place where you can moan freely,” he whispered against your mouth.

Tsukishima intertwined his fingers with yours and, without waiting for an answer, calmly pulled you down the hallway, walking confidently between the rooms. You passed by a few groups too distracted by the music and their own conversations. No one noticed. He led you to the house's guest bathroom, locking the door behind you as soon as you entered.

The space was small, with dim yellow lighting, the muffled sound of the party vibrating through the walls. As soon as the latch clicked, he turned to you with that hungry look in his eyes—and within seconds, his mouth was back on yours.

This time there was no hesitation.

His hands went straight to the hem of your blouse, lifting it up and taking it off with restrained haste. His lips slid from your mouth to your neck, down to your collarbone, while his fingers unbuttoned your shorts. He backed you up against the sink, his hands firmly on your waist.

“Look at you here, all surrendered,” he murmured, his voice low, warm against your skin. “At a party full of people, and yet so quiet when I touch you.”

You opened your mouth to retort, but all that came out was a moan as his fingers slipped inside your panties. A sure touch—his firm fingers finding the warm wetness of your needy pussy. He smiled against your skin.

“What do we have here… You’re so easy, aren’t you? Or is that because it's me?”

Tsukishima watched you with half-closed eyes, his fingers moving skillfully and rhythmically. One of them slid inside, slowly, and then another. Moving them slowly in scissor movements to get used to your walls. The muffled moans against his shoulder made your body instinctively arch, seeking more. And he took advantage. With his free hand, he pulled one of your legs up, opening more space between you, fitting himself there.

“I knew you would react like this…” he whispered. “So beautiful, all mine.”

You reached for the hem of his shirt and began to pull urgently, and he helped you pull it off, revealing his warm skin, his tense muscles. His hips pressed against yours, his hard cock through his pants rubbing against your pussy—and it was almost enough to make you beg.

He kissed you again, now with his entire body pressed against yours, his fingers still teasing you as he began to undo his own clothes with his other hand. The kiss turned into a bite, the touch turned into a need.

And finally, with his gaze locked on yours, he asked softly, almost in a hoarse whisper:

“Do you still want the options, or can I show you how much I really want you?”

Heat covered your body like a blanket. Your legs trembled in excitement at how close he was. Looking down, you could see his erect cock, thick, hot and heavy, the tip swollen in a fiery shade of pink that left your insides begging to have him inside you as soon as possible.

You don’t know what came over you, but your hand seemed to have a life of its own as you dragged your short nails down the back of his neck, creating a sinful path of welts that met the happy trail of blond pubic hair below his belly button. Boldly dragging your curious index finger lower, until the weeping tip smeared in pre-cum was within your power.

Wrapping your hand around the glans, you used your thumb to catch a thick drop of pre-cum that was slowly dripping from the slit. Moving the foreskin up and down, you watched in almost awe as his cock grew wetter and wetter, making low popping noises as you moved your hand.

“Kei…” It comes out breathlessly, almost like a plea.

“Fuck, don’t do this to me…” You suddenly lifted your face, stopping your movements. Tsukishima had his forehead resting on your shoulder, breathing heavily and starting to thrust his hips against your hand as he began to miss the stimulation.

“Do what?” You ask hesitantly. Did you did something wrong?

He slowly raised his face, his eyes half closed and his cheeks slightly flushed—which was rare, and absolutely beautiful.

“Saying my name like that…” He murmured, as if admitting it cost him something. “Like you’re begging me to fuck you. I don’t… I don’t know what I’ll do to you if you keep going.”

The tension between you grew thick, electric. You could feel the weight of his confession hanging between you, and the way he was looking at you now—as if he didn’t know whether to kiss you or devour you—ignited something hot in the very center of your body.

Without saying anything, you wrapped your arms around his neck and whispered very close:

“I want it all. Do whatever you want to me.”

That was all he needed.

Tsukishima ripped his glasses off his face and threw them carelessly onto the sink counter, grabbing your thigh with one hand and lifting your leg again, fitting himself more firmly between them. His other hand ran quickly between the two of you, grabbing his hard, heavy cock, which rubbed against you, slippery with excitement. He rubbed the tip between your wet lips, his teeth clamped on his lower lip as he watched you with unbearable attention.

“Tell me that you want it,” he murmured, his voice hoarse, broken, urgent.

“I want it, Kei,” you said without hesitation, your eyes locked on his. “I want it so bad…”

He groaned softly, almost as if he had lost an internal battle, and thrust his hips in one movement, entering you slowly, practically whimpering as the tip was crushed by the tight, gummy rings of your pussy. Practically sucking him deeper inside until he reached the bottom.

You gasped loudly, gripping his shoulders, your back pressed against the cold bathroom mirror. He paused for a second in there, completely encased, as if he wanted to memorize the sensation. The heat. The tightness. You.

“Fuck…” he whispered against your neck. “feels s'good inside you baby... Oh fuck”

The rhythm started steady, controlled—but it wouldn’t last long. The thrusts came precisely, each one deeper than the last, making your body slam against the mirror in sync with his. Every time you said his name, every time you moaned loudly, he lost a little more of his composure.

His hands explored your skin as if they wanted to map every inch, and his mouth didn't stop — kisses, bites, heavy breathing. Tsukishima was out of his mind, and you loved seeing him like that. So far from the cold and calculated pose.

“Oh God… fuckk– pussy so good gonna make me cum so quickly” He said in a raspy voice. “Keep squeezing me with that pussy baby – ahh f-fuck fuck fuck keep milking my cock until it explodes inside you” Tsukishima accelerated a littlemore, keeping the thrusts shallower.

“Cum with me baby, please? Cum on my cock so I can cum inside you.” His hand moved down between you, finding your clit and massaging it in firm, rhythmic circles, in time with his thrusts. You cried out at the mastery of his fingers, thrusting your hips against his to feel him in your throat.

“Oh y-yess fuck me back with that pussy,” Tsukishima's strong hands ran shakily to grip your sides firmly, guiding your body like a rag doll to hammer even harder inside you. “Come on pretty baby, let'me see that tiny cunt cum nice and easy f'me…Just like that– oh fuckk yea… you gonna make me cum baby, Ah fuck yesyesyesyes gonna cum… o-oh fuck, gonna cum so fucking hard – ahh Fuck–!”

You felt your climax building fast, like a wave about to break. His thrusts became sloppier, more desperate, his moans mixing with yours. And when the orgasm hit you, taking you apart completely, he came with you, burying himself all the way in and letting out a deep, hoarse moan into your neck, shaking all over.

The bodies remained glued together for silent seconds. Only the sound of the two trying to breathe properly filled the stuffy bathroom.

Tsukishima rested his forehead against yours again, still panting, and smiled—a slow smile, of someone satisfied and completely surrendered.

“Tell me you’ll stay after this.”

You smiled back, your fingers still playing with the back of his neck.

“I don't want to be anywhere else but here, with you.”

He laughed, and you felt the laughter vibrate against your body.

“That’s good to hear… because I don’t plan on letting you go.”

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All Of Yourself - 1

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All Of Yourself 1

Word Count: 6277

Tags: Fem!Reader; Ruthless!Law; Obsessive!Cora; Intense!Doffy; Soft!Cora; Dark Themes; Modern Day World AU; Cora Lives; Law is damaged; Doflamingo is a walking red flag; Mafia Romance; Dark Romance Vibes; Dub Con; Degradation; Praise; NSFW; Oral Sex (reader performing); Penetrative Sex (P in V; P in M); Choking; Posessivness; Overstimulation; Multiple Orgasms; Filthy talk; Biting; Ownership; Physical Restrainment; Reverse Harem (no M/M, they only focus on you); Multiple Penetration; Orgasm Denial (just once); Why choose romance; Pierced!Law; Porn With Plot; Rough Sex; Still Unsure About Good or Bad Ending; Voyeurism; Future Tags Will/May include: Somnophilia; Breath Play; Spanking; Dom!Law; Dom!Doflamingo; Anal Play; Edging; Jealousy; Stockholm Syndrome; Free use of sexual toys; Violence; Torture; Blood; Gore;

Special Warning: English is not my first language, I apologise for any possible spelling or grammar mistakes.

Summary: You're on the run. The Donquixote Family is your only chance of protection, but that comes with a cost: you. All of you. Law demands control. Doflamingo claims ownership. Cora offers love. Trapped between their wants and your needs, where do you draw the line between captivity and surrender?

Notes: Ah, gosh, don't you all just love it when a splash of inspiration hits you in the face? I know I do... so after waking up to that fun musing about a modern day world, dark romance vibes, mafia AU, I wrote this... And I planned more for it. As I stated in another post, I don't have the bandwidth to fully focus on this story at the moment, since I want to dedicate myself to Kid's Story and to some personal projects, but this first chapter acts well as a one-shot for now. I'm planning to keep writing whenever I want a break from other fics, or am in a dark mood! I'm exploring themes that I'm not that used to writing, so this is very self-indulgent, bear with me.

Note 2: 'K, so in reverse harems, M/M is usually also explored. I won't do it in this story mainly because I don't vibe with CoraLaw, DoffyLaw, or CoraDoffy. Not shipshaming anyone! To each their own. I'm just explaining why it won't be happening here.

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Divider by @cafekitsune

You had exactly two options: run away or die. 

It should’ve been a no-brainer; anyone would choose to run instead of dying, but you knew better. If you ran, you’d have to run to them. And they were far more ruthless than the dangerous people who wanted to kill you. 

But if you stayed… well, death wouldn’t come swiftly or mercifully. It would come in slow bursts of pain and prolonged torture. So, no matter how frightening the prospect of running to them might’ve been, that’s where you went.

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“Well, well, well… what do we have here?” Donquixote Doflamingo’s voice reached you first. Your eyes were glued to the floor, not in reverence, but out of respect. You knew enough about this mafia lord to understand that he delighted in power, in being perceived as the most dangerous man in the city. So you’d give him exactly that. 

You had waited in the relentless rain outside one of his clubs, demanding to be taken to him. Certain that the six hours he made you wait were meant to test your resolve, you were more than willing to prove you were worthy of his attention. Of his protection. 

“I require refuge. A safe place to stay.” You hated how your voice trembled and shook, how your shoulders twitched, and how your eyes prickled. You’d have liked to say you weren’t afraid, but that would’ve been a blatant lie. 

“Look at me. Let me see those pretty eyes, princesa.” You had heard of him. The powerful older Donquixote, the ruthless brother. The leader everyone feared. Unhinged, deranged, unrestrained… you’d heard whispers that he was handsome in his insanity, but you had never considered them true. Until you were face to face with the devil himself. 

Doflamingo lounged in his leather chair. A mock throne set above a small dais in an opulent, though rather empty, room. His leg dangled by the side of the chair, swinging absently, the red of his three-piece suit mirrored the crimson of his tinted lenses. The way his chin rested against the knuckles of his veiny hand sent a shiver down your spine: a god in his throne, considering whether he wished to bless or smite.

“Ah, preciosa. Isn’t she, Corazon?” 

A tall figure, standing at his right, emerged from the shadows. Blond bangs covered his own crimson eyes, a saddened look in them. A half-smoked cigarette dangled from his thin lips, an addiction, certainly to blame for the charred feathers of his black coat. He wore tailored beige pants and a white dress shirt. He was the younger Donquixote: the kind one.

A hum was his response, a political, nonchalant one, but his eyes devoured your form, taking in your filthy bare feet, your dishevelled hair, and your crumpled, rain-soaked clothes. Assessing. Observing. Preying. 

“You’re running from what, exactly?” Cora tilted his head to the left. “Or from whom?”

Your wet fingers slipped against the cold marble floor as you used them to steady yourself. You weren’t quite on your knees, but still in a kneeling position, and your legs were starting to cramp. But there was no way you’d show weakness to someone like the Donquixotes.

“I cannot say,” you whispered, avoiding their gaze. You knew you couldn’t share this information, and perhaps, this would be what would eventually condemn you. 

“We can find out, you know? There are ways…” This voice was colder, controlled, laced with precision. Trafalgar Law. You’d heard of him, too, and of the things he did to make enemies talk: The Surgeon of Death. He must’ve been hiding in the shadows. A shiver ran its course from your nape to your tailbone, one that had nothing to do with the cold and damp soaking your clothes. You felt him before you saw him, a presence as sharp as a knife; a scent of disinfectant and warm pine. Inviting. Dangerous. 

He stood tall, though not as tall as the brothers, his dark hair and golden eyes contrasted with theirs. He was dressed all in black: black suit, black shirt, black tie, black soul.

“I can pull nerves from your body as if they were strings. Hang you up by them, watch you slowly bleed without ever truly succumbing to death. You’d talk then. I’m sure.” 

“I can’t,” you pleaded. “Please. I’ll do anything.”

Doflamingo straightened in his chair, watching you over the rim of his glasses. His grin spread wildly, maniacally. 

“Anything?”

You nodded then, locking your fate with theirs. You’d considered this on your way over. You knew they’d immediately take you up on this offer. The Donquixote Mafia liked to own, to possess, to control. 

And you were about to become their newest toy.

“Let’s get you out of those damp clothes then, mi querida. We wouldn’t want you catching a cold. Cora, would you do the honors?” 

Corazon flicked the butt of his cigarette to the pristine floor and crushed it. The leather of his shoes let out a squeak of protest as he rotated his foot to put it out. Then he shed his coat, letting it fall behind him in a crumpled, feathery mess. Clumsy fingers fumbled with the buttons of his dress shirt, but he managed to open them before reaching you.

You raised your head to stare at him and had to bite your cheek to stay silent. His pale skin was marred with old scars. You met his gaze then and found him smiling at you, a softness in his features you hadn’t expected. 

He leaned down, holding your arms to steady your trembling form, and brushed his knuckles against your cheek. “We shouldn't do this, Doffy. She looks innocent enough.”

Innocent? How wrong he was. 

Doffy didn’t answer, and Cora knew better than to repeat himself. “Can you remove your clothes for me, love?” The kindness in his voice almost broke you. You couldn’t have that. You needed to harden yourself to what was inevitably coming. 

A nod. Then trembling fingers trying to undo buttons and zippers, to pull wet, heavy fabric over your head and off your legs. 

“That’s it, lovely, you’re doing well. I’m not going to hurt you, I promise.” Somehow, you believed him. Even when you had no reason to. You focused your gaze on him when Doffy ordered you to remove your underwear, too. Perhaps you could tune out the other two, pretend they weren’t there. That it was just you and Cora.

The kind brother.

“Exquisite…” he uttered, a shuddered whisper that barely reached your ears. “I won’t harm you.” He promised again. Maybe more to himself than to you this time.

Cradling you in his arms, he took a deep breath and faced his brother as if he were about to wage war. 

“I’ll take her away, draw her a bath. My suite—”

“No,” Doflamingo’s voice rang with finality. “Here, Cora. You’ll take her here. We want to see. She said she would do anything, so she will give all of herself to all of us.”

Your breath hitched, a rapid hiss escaping between clenched teeth as fear clawed its way up your throat and squeezed. All of them. 

You ignored another shiver coursing through you, this one inching closer to your core, between your legs, and settling in your stomach. A shiver akin to excitement. 

Corazon grunted, and his jaw clenched, ticking twice before he set you on your feet again. He left you for a moment to fetch his coat, and you felt exposed. Not just because you were naked, but because Doflamingo’s intense eyes could bare your soul to him. You felt as if he could read your secrets and your thoughts. Worse, you felt as if he could read your desires. And they, somehow, involved them at this moment. 

Laying the black feathers at your feet, Corazon held you against his bare chest again. “Look at me, only me. Ignore them.”

You nodded, but it was easier said than done when the two men watching you were as intense as Doffy and Law. 

“If you want me to stop, tell me.”

“Stop being a sap and just fuck her, Cora,” Law rasped. Your head whipped to the side, your thighs immediately clenching in response to his words. He was leaning against the wall behind you, an unreadable expression behind his golden eyes. But Cora didn’t allow you to linger on him.

“Eyes on me, love,” he gently commanded. The tips of his fingers tilted your jaw, turning your face towards him. “There we go.”

He laid you down on the coat reverently, as one lays down something precious enough to break. Then he removed his clothes, his crimson eyes never leaving yours. When he positioned himself between your legs, your breath came in sharp bursts, and tears were already pooling at the corners of your eyes. 

This was always a possibility. When you considered running to them, you knew what it entailed. Belonging to the Donquixote Mafia was much more than being part of their family. Belonging to them meant giving yourself to them.

All of yourself.

To all of them. 

Cora’s hands engulfed yours gently, his fingers pressing and prying your hand open, forcing you to relax under his care. “That’s it, love, relax. Very good, you’re doing so well.” He peppered each praise with a soft kiss: your temple, then your nose, your jaw, your neck, your shoulders. 

Using his knee, he nudged your legs open, and when the cold air of Doflamingo’s sterile throne room hit your aching center, you shivered. The soft echo of footfalls told you Law was moving to a better position. Curious. You thought he wasn’t interested in taking what you had offered. 

You felt the shaky warmth of Cora’s shuddered breath when his lips hovered over yours. And then, with gentleness, he kissed you. Something so soft and warm that, for a moment, it made you forget where you were.

Until you heard Doflamingo’s soft chuckle and the clinking of his rings against a glass, reminding you he was watching, observing, and assessing. 

Cora pulled away, licking the seam between your lips. His hand brushed with soft strokes between your breasts, then over your stomach, and when it hovered over your entrance, you gasped.

“May I?” He was still asking for permission. And even though it was all a deception, the lie of you having any control over what was about to happen was too beautiful to pass up. 

So you nodded, agreeing to what was about to happen as if you had any agency over it. 

Soon, however, your thoughts of what was wrong or right about your situation disappeared from your mind, engulfed by the thick, seductive fog of lust and desire.

“You’re so wet for me already, love.” Cora’s whispered words were almost reverent. His fingers were nimble and long, and he used two to pump in and out of your cunt, curving them and hitting a spot that promptly turned your apprehension into want. 

He added another finger and pressed his thumb against your throbbing clit. With his weight over you, shielding most of what was happening from the other two men, it was almost easy to forget your surroundings. To escape harsh reality and pretend you and Corazon were two lovers giving in to their urges.

“That’s it, you’re taking my fingers so well,” Cora cooed, when you arched your back, grinding your hips against his hand, seeking more, begging for more. “Almost there, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” a muffled whisper tumbled out of your lips as you pressed a hand against your mouth to stop more noises or prayers from stumbling out, unwanted. 

“I want to hear her moans,” Doflamingo demanded, and the spell shattered. You and Cora were not alone. You and Cora were not lovers. This was just a game. And you were being used. 

All of yourself to all of them. 

“Stay with me,” Cora coaxed, but the pleasure slipped somewhere between his fingers and Doffy’s voice. 

“I can’t…” You whimpered, a single tear finally finding a way out, even when you were trying your hardest to hold it in.

“You can,” Cora assured. Withdrawing his fingers from your heat, he splayed his hand open over your stomach, pressing the tip of his weeping cock against your nub. 

You hissed, looking down with a sob. “I can’t!” Too big. It won’t fit. I’m scared. Those were words you wanted to say, but they would make you sound so pathetic that instead, you kept them all to yourself. 

“I've got you. Scream my name when you come, love. It’s Rosi.” He pushed his hips forward with a gentleness you should already expect from this kind giant. He didn’t bottom out, he didn’t shove himself hard or expect you to just take him. He pushed slowly, letting you adjust to his size, cooing in your ear, letting you know how precious you were and how well you were doing, kissing away your tears. 

Your hand flew over your mouth again, meaning to trap a traitorous moan from spilling out of your lips. But Cora gripped your wrist, placing the back of your hand against the warmth of his feathery coat. In a mimicry of his earlier gesture, he released the tension from your fist with his fingers and intertwined them with yours.

You locked eyes with him, then, watching as he soaked you in with nothing but tenderness. Beads of sweat were already dampening his forehead from the effort he was making to hold himself back. 

He pulled his hips back and pushed again, softly, gently. You could feel every ridge of his cock dragging slowly against your walls, sucking him in, welcoming him in. You gasped again. Not exactly a moan, but not a whimper. The sting of his size melted away with each small stroke. 

“More…” you begged, and your voice sounded foreign. It was easy to slip back into a dreamlike state. You and Corazon were alone, there was nobody else. You were lovers. Nothing else. You were not a runner trading yourself over for refuge. You weren’t terrified. 

Corazon nodded, a throaty noise rumbling his chest as he pulled out. He locked eyes with you again, and this time, there was a small hint of madness mixing with the softness you’d already seen there. 

The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, no matter how beautifully wrapped it may be. 

When he snapped his hips forward this time, there was no hint of restraint. He sheathed himself to the base with one swift stroke, and you cried out. No muffled whimper, no small gasp. A cry and a wanton moan, loud enough to reverberate as an echo around the almost empty room.

Law grunted, moving again to another side to get a better view. Doffy laughed.

Cora leaned down, lips murmuring against your ear. Hushed words in a language you didn’t understand; a rapid litany of melodic sounds, urging you on, coaxing more cries and whimpers from you, and expertly succeeding. 

His hand pressed against your lower stomach as he let go of your fingers, using the other hand to lift your hips into a better angle. He reached deeper, harder, faster. 

“My name, love, my name,” he urged, teeth nipping your skin, fingernails digging indents everywhere he touched. 

A surge of heat made your vision go blank. You clenched around his cock, arched your back, and clawed at his coat, fisting feathers as you moaned and cried out ‘Rosi,’ exactly like he requested you to. 

You were still coming down from your high, black dots clouding your vision, chest heaving while you gulped for air, when you felt him close to you.

“My fucking turn,” Law’s voice was hoarser than before, unrestrained and untamed. 

Cora groaned, and you felt him lift your body against his, using his hands to wrap your legs around him and pulling you closer as he kept thrusting. “I’m not done!”

“Do I look like I care, Cora? Turn her around!” Law growled, his own madness revealing itself in the urgency of his movements as he fought to unbuckle his belt and open his shirt. 

Cora whimpered something about being close to finishing, but lifted you onto his lap. You mourned the loss of his fullness with a whimper of your own, but then he turned your back to his chest, placing your legs over his thighs and opening you up so he could bury his cock inside you again. 

“Rosi…” you moaned lustfully, and he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer, claiming you. 

“Open your mouth,” Law commanded. 

You opened your eyes first, and even though they were half-lidded, you were still taken aback by the beauty of this dangerous man. He had tattoos. So many of them. Dark, obviously, intricate, covering his chest and his hands. Did he have more on his body? You couldn’t tell; he’d only opened his shirt and lowered his pants. 

“Are you going to be a good little slut and open that mouth for me, or do I have to clamp your nose until you’re gasping for air?” Law leaned down, golden eyes flickering with excitement and desire.

There was no kindness in them. Not like Cora’s. 

Cora thrust once and squeezed you tighter against him, his mouth wafting warm breath in your ear. “Do as he says, love, or he'll get rough.”

So you did. Locking your gaze with his, with as much defiance as you could while being fucked into bliss again by Cora, you opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue, welcoming him in.

All of yourself, to all of them.

“Much better.” Law’s praise was more venomous than sweet, but you expected nothing less from him. Taking his cock out of his boxers, he palmed it and stroked it once. Your eyes widened: piercings, so many of them. They looked like little barbells, forming a sort of ladder along the underside of his cock. You flinched, angling your body closer to Cora, suddenly too overwhelmed, but Law’s grin only grew more dangerous.

“Don’t tell me our whore is afraid of some hardware?”

With a dark chuckle, he took a step forward, gripping your lower jaw with his hand and slamming his cock against your tongue. He was smaller than Cora, but thick and veiny. Still long enough for you to realise you wouldn't be able to take all of him into your mouth. 

“Lick it, slut.”

You let out a low groan, and Cora, sensing your apprehension towards Law, placed the tips of his index and middle fingers against your clit, circling it with soft presses as he kept his slow, steady thrusts. He was quickly building you up to another orgasm. You felt the heat already pooling inside your belly, spreading like wildfire down your center. 

With drool already dripping from the corners of your mouth, you used one hand to grip the base of Law's cock before you started to lick around it. Leaning your head and moaning as Cora's touch started to burn hotter and hotter, you panted onto Law's cock and licked the underside of it with a long swipe of your tongue, relishing the way the metal felt against the muscle and taking your time to lick around each piercing. 

Law grunted and took another step closer to you. Then, without any warning, he gripped the back of your head, fingers punishingly threading and pulling through strands of hair. Then he started to fuck your mouth mercilessly. 

“Fuck, such a good little slut for me, taking all my cock into your greedy little mouth. Take it all,” Law rasped through gritted teeth, pistoning his hips back and forth into your open mouth. You tried your hardest to shield your teeth from his piercings, certain he’d punish you if you hurt him. 

You couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, could only feel. 

And when the orgasm Cora built up slammed into you unannounced, you moaned around Law’s cock, fingers clawing at his legs as he slammed the back of your throat so hard you knew you’d be sore in the morning. Drool dripped down your chin, mingling with tears you couldn’t stop. Your vision blanked, and floating black dots were all you could focus on. 

Your chest hurt as you gagged and sobbed against Law’s unforgiving thrusts. You needed air. Desperately. 

“We’re almost there, love. You got this. Such a good girl for us, my love, taking us so well,” Cora murmured rapidly, his thrusts spasming hard and sloppy.

“You’re going to swallow every little drop of cum I give you, like a good little cumslut. Got it?” Law tightened his grip on your hair, and you moaned again as he pulled slightly away from your throat so you could take in a few desperate gulps of air. 

Cora’s grip on your waist tightened. Law pushed himself further inside you, and another wave of bliss started to crest on top of the last one. You were starting to feel guilty and ashamed because of how much you were enjoying this. How much you wanted their cocks inside you; how much you wanted to be coated in their cum.

But then, there was no more room for unwanted thoughts or feelings. 

Cora came first. Heaving and shuddering against your back, his arm gripping your waist so tight he might’ve stolen all the air from your body had Law not done that already. With three final jerks, he spilled his seed inside you, forcing another orgasm from your spent body.

You convulsed and whimpered against Law’s cock when he shoved it harshly into the back of your throat, gripping your head with both hands as his release dripped down and you swallowed every drop, just like he told you. 

When Law retreated, you gulped oxygen in long breaths, your head lolling back against Cora’s chest, where he cradled you sweetly, still buried inside you.

“You’re so perfect. So beautiful, look at you.”

You couldn’t. But you could imagine. Cum dripping down your thighs, yours and Cora’s, hair more dishevelled than it already was when you arrived, eyes red and tears soaking your face, where cum and drool were starting to crest. 

“Exquisite, indeed,” Doflamingo uttered from his throne, and you opened your eyes to see him. Law was buttoning his pants and retreating back to the shadows, one hand tousling his dark hair while he let out a string of curses. But Doflamingo was still in the same position you found him in when you arrived. 

He sipped the rest of his red wine and set the glass down at a small table next to the chair. Then he rose, unbuttoning his jacket and shedding it. The calculating steps he took towards you felt like nails being hammered into your coffin. 

Cora pulled out, finally, and you let out a small whimper, but he didn’t let go of your body. You were utterly spent and emotionally exhausted. 

“What are you hiding from us, cariño? You’re the keeper of whose secret?” Doflamingo crouched near you, tilting his head to the side, elbows resting against his parted knees. “Are you here to betray me?”

The air became colder. You felt Cora stiffen under you and heard Law shuffling again in the shadows. But Doflamingo watched you with nothing but a grin. The smell of his woodsy cologne and a hint of spices clung to your nostrils, invading your brain, and taking over what remained of your senses. 

“Because if you are, I will find out. And I won’t be as kind as my brother here. I will bare all your secrets, mi pequeña, and you won’t like it.”

You weren’t here to betray him or take his secrets. You were just here to survive. Nothing more, nothing less. 

“I have nothing to hide, except who I’m running from.” Your voice sounded small and apologetic. You had nothing more to give.

“I’ll be the judge of that.” Doflamingo rose. His eyes never left yours while he rolled the sleeves of his shirt up to reveal his muscled forearms. “Leave us,” he said to the room.

Cora stiffened again under you. “Doffy, you can’t—”

“I’m not going to repeat myself, little brother.”

Law was the first to open the door and step outside while Cora fought against his instincts to stay and protect you. With a final warning look from his brother, he kissed your temple and got up, dressing his pants and leaving without another word.

When the door clicked shut, the sound reverberated ominously against the walls. Doflamingo circled you like a predator circling prey, but you didn’t flinch. Wiping the combination of fluids from your mouth with the back of your hand, you tried to cover your naked self next, feeling, once again, bare under the intimidating man’s scrutiny. 

He sat in his throne once more, crossing his legs and staring at you. Time ticked on slowly as he observed you. Was this his way of trying to break you? Or was he reading you in another way?

“Crawl to me,” he demanded. 

You felt heat creep up your neck and flush your cheeks. Cora had been kind, Law had been ruthless. What could Doflamingo do to you that would be any different? It didn’t matter. This was the price to pay for safety and protection.

All of yourself. To all of them. 

So you shifted your body until your knees were against the marbled floor, hissing at the cold but mostly at the soreness of your body. Locking eyes with the most menacing man in this city, you started to crawl towards him.

His grin grew as he leaned back in his chair, hands propped on his thighs, the fabric of the perfectly tailored suit straining at the crotch where he held an erection. 

“Come to me, cariño.” 

And you did. 

You reached his feet and knelt down without him telling you to. You were showing him obedience, reverence, and respect. You needed him, and he still hadn’t granted you safety. Not yet. 

“Perfect, indeed,” he cooed softly. His tone was deceiving because there was nothing soft about Donquixote Doflamingo. He was ruthlessness, disguised as beauty. “You’re running from someone, then?”

Shit. You’d let that slip while still riding the bliss of your orgasms. Something or someone, Cora had asked earlier, and you had avoided an answer. Not anymore. 

“Yes,” You looked at him through your lashes, and he purred.

“Are you scared?”

“Of you?” you countered, tilting your head. 

“Oh, no, querida. I know you're scared of me. But are you scared of the people, or the person you are running from?”

A shiver made you tremble as your breath hitched with his affirmation. Yes, you were utterly terrified. No words were necessary for him to understand that. 

“Show me that I can trust you, and I’ll ruin anyone who tries to touch you.” 

These were promises of safety and protection. No. They were much more. These were words of devotion and worship. But was Donquixote Doflamingo capable of such a thing?

For you?

He got up, unbuckled his pants, and freed his massive cock. He was even larger than Cora, not by much, though, but thicker. When he sat down, he extended one hand for you to take. 

“Come here,” he coaxed. 

You rose on wobbly legs, taking his large hand and facing him. For a few seconds, you were lost in how your hand was engulfed by his much larger one. And how that small detail made you feel protected. 

Then he leaned forward, his face inches from yours, the maniacal grin returning. He reached out, his fingers wrapping around your throat, so tight they resembled a collar. “You gave them your body. Now, I’m going to take your soul.”

You barely had time to whimper. He pulled you closer as his lips crashed against yours. His kiss wasn’t as gentle as Cora’s; it was demanding, possessive, borderline obsessive. He licked the seam of your lips and forced his way in, sucking on your tongue, and nipping your lower lip hard enough to break skin. You gasped into him, and he drank the sound, claiming everything he took from you. 

Doflamingo’s hands kneaded your breasts, cupping and squeezing, leaving harsh marks with the force of his touch. He pinched your nipples, and your knees buckled, so he used his other hand to wrap his arm around your waist.

“Mine,” he growled, teeth sinking into the tender flesh of your neck. You could only moan and whimper, already dripping wet again from all his attention. 

Doflamingo pulled you over his lap, making you straddle him, giving you a twisted sense of control. You had none. You were utterly lost to him and his ministrations. 

The tip of his cock touched your slickened entrance, and you bucked your hips, looking for some friction, for something. His hands gripped your hips tightly, forcing you to stay still.

“Eager little thing, aren’t you? Fucked to bliss and back by Cora and Law, and you still want more?” Doffy’s chuckle vibrated against the hollow of your neck, where he sucked and bit. “Are you a gift to us? After all, gods are meant to be worshiped.”

Doflamingo rocked you back and forth against his cock, coating it in your slick, and every time the pressure reached your clit, you clenched, gritting your teeth. You didn’t need much more than that, just a few more strokes. 

“But are you a poisoned gift? Or a blessing?” He pushed you harder against his length, and a lewd moan escaped your lips as you arched your back, fingers clawing at Doffy’s chest, seeking release. 

“Doflamingo,” you whimpered, searching for more friction, but he was the one in control. Not you. Never you. 

“What a needy thing you are. You want to be filled by my cock, don’t you?” He rocked you again, and this time used his thumb to press against your clit, the tip of his cock probing your entrance, giving you a small preview of what was to come, winding you so tight you thought you might snap. 

You needed release. This was all too much. 

“Please…” You barely registered the words that spilled from your mouth, but he heard them.

“Already begging?” You started to pant as he rubbed harder, his cock plunging inside you so, so slowly, his thumb relentless against your swollen nub. 

A broken cry demanded to be set free. You were almost there…

“Not yet,” he rasped, stopping his motions and withdrawing from you. Emptiness and longing flooded you as a frustrated breath rolled between your clenched teeth. 

Doflamingo gathered slick from your folds, touching around your clit, dipping one finger inside you, but it wasn’t enough for release. It only served to frustrate you further. 

“Open,” he ordered, slicked fingers coating your lips, waiting for the warmth of your mouth. You did as he commanded, and he shoved his fingers so deep you gagged, tears pooling in the corners of your eyes as your pussy clenched around nothing. “Lick ‘em clean, pretty thing.”

But he didn’t let you lick his fingers properly. He just fucked your mouth with them, seemingly enjoying the way you gagged around the length of his digits as you tried your best to satisfy his whims. 

He withdrew his fingers and cupped your jaw with his wet hand. “Are you a spy?” This time, he wasn’t toying with you. The crimson in his eyes burned, and the grip with which he held you hurt. 

“I’m not,” you choked out. “I’m just running away.”

He released your hip and wrapped his free hand around your throat, and, once again, burned you with his gaze. His fingers squeezed so hard that you were gasping for breath. Soon, your nails clawed at his exposed forearms, your legs twitching as you tried to get away from him. 

So this was his denial of protection? They had toyed with you, taken from you, and now you were about to die at his hands?

“You have secrets, don’t you, querida?” Even if you wanted to, you couldn’t speak. “You know something others are willing to hunt for. That’s why you need our protection. Am I right?”

Air. You needed air. 

Your eyes rolled back in their sockets as your hands lost all strength, sagging at your sides, the only memory of your fight being a few scratches against Doffy’s tanned skin. 

And then he let go.

His hands released you for a desperate moment, during which you gasped for breath, inhaling oxygen like a dying woman. And then they claimed again, cupping your cheek, stilling you as he took your breath away once more, this time in a more merciful manner: a kiss.

You were still fighting to recover from the light-headedness his choking had caused you when he slammed his hips against you. Sheathing his cock as far as it would go, he split you open, hitting your cervix and coaxing a painful cry from your lips as you wrenched yourself free from his kiss. 

“Yes, that’s it, take all of my cock, princesa. You’re being so good to me.” Fingers entwined in your hair, gripping, tightening, pulling so hard that tears fell without shame, streaking your already ruined face and pooling at your chin. 

Doflamingo extended his long tongue, swiping away the tears and humming softly at the saltiness, his other hand gripping your hip hard enough to bruise. Then he slammed into you again with punishing thrusts. Out. In. Out. In. Barely giving you any time to breathe, process, or feel. 

And then you were falling without looking back. Blind pleasure surged through you, making you arch your back and open your legs further to him as he slammed harder. You moaned his name along with pleas and prayers, and you would’ve melted against his body, a boneless mass, had he not held you tightly. 

“Sí, cariño, sing to me. Call me your God and shower me with praises. Worship me and witness just how good I can be to you.”

He was not as kind as Cora, but he was not as ruthless as Law. He was an odd mix of both. Praising you while punishing you harshly, claiming you with brutal thrusts, and holding you close to his chest. 

He was divine. Addictive. Dangerous. 

You needed him. 

“Break apart for me, mi pequeña. I will learn your secrets. You will be truly mine.”

And perhaps you could tell him all your secrets. Perhaps you could be truly his - theirs. They would protect you. It was all right. You asked them to, you traded yourself for that purpose. 

All of yourself. To all of them. 

Doflamingo pulled out of you, leaving you empty. He got up and placed you in the chair again. With a grunt, he opened his shirt, buttons flying everywhere, and then he manhandled you into the position he wanted: back to him, chest facing the chair, legs propped up over the arms, leaving you open and exposed to him. 

“Hands behind your back,” he demanded. You looked over your shoulder at him as you obeyed his command. Sweat dampened his forehead, and beads of it trailed down his open shirt. He hadn’t removed many clothes as he took you. 

Once your hands touched your lower back, he gripped your wrists with his hand, restraining you. Leaning down, he whispered, voice thick with want and breathlessness: “Say you’re mine.”

It was a command. Even if it weren’t, you’re not sure you could’ve contested what you knew to be the truth. 

“I'm yours.” Your allegation was welcomed with a long swipe of his tongue on your sweaty neck.

“Sí, cariño, you are. You’re all ours now.”

With a hard shove, he positioned you again, pushing your face against the chair as he forced you to arch your back. Then he slammed into you once more without any warning. 

The new position was unforgiving, you had no control over anything. His cock slammed relentlessly, somehow hitting deeper than you ever thought. It was pain and pleasure; exhaustion and bliss, and you couldn’t contain any of your loud moans and whimpers. 

He was taking your soul, as promised.

“You belong to the Donquixote family. But you’re mine, first and foremost.” 

His.

This possessive claim was all it took for another orgasm to wash over you. This one was smaller, more contained, but so powerful that you nearly blacked out. Your ears were ringing so loudly your head felt light; drool dripped from your open mouth as you kept panting and moaning, your sounds now muffled against the upholstery of the chair. You couldn’t feel your hands, so tight was Doflamingo’s grip on them. 

But you were his now.

Doflamingo growled, the veins in his neck protruding as a maniacal grin took over his features again. He pistoned his cock deeper and harder into you, taking what little else you had to give. You were trembling, panting, a broken mess. 

“You’re mine!” he repeated with a growl and a few sloppy thrusts. “And I always protect what’s mine!” With a grunt, he stilled inside you, ropes of thick, hot cum spurting from his tip, hitting your walls and spilling off you. You wobbled, unsteady, and he gripped your waist, pulling you against his body and releasing your hands from his hold.

Protection. He had granted it. 

But at what cost? Because as you lay there, panting against his sweaty chest, you realised something: you had run away from monsters and headed straight into the arms of devils. 

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How about writing something along the lines of Sebastian and reader are rookie Aurora’s on their first day but there is just some difference in how they’re treated. Sebastian is treated like how’d you expect, barely achnowleged until he screws up and is paying a price for it. but somehow after all these years readers is still getting the ‘hero of hogwarts treatment’ it’s just little things like extra praise and telling them it’s okay they messed up with only minor consequences, as well as people offering to do their paperwork, etc. However it adds up after a week and Sebastian’s jealousy comes out as he confronts the reader about the special treatment they receive at work when they got home that night. (I like to think they got engaged quickly after hogwarts and either bought a place or kept the cottage in Feldcroft)

this may have taken a life of its own while pitching this.

Resentment | Sebastian Sallow x Reader

This was such a unique idea and I've never written something quite like this, thank you for the prompt anon! Honestly this took on a life of its own while I was writing it! I originally planned for a happy ending but...

Words: ~3,600

Tags: Post Hogwarts, Reader Insert, Female MC, No Y/N, Established Relationship, Angst, Hurt/No Comfort

Sebastian had expected their first week as Aurors to be rough. Everyone had warned them that rookies were at the bottom of the food chain. No special treatment, no shortcuts. The senior Aurors wouldn’t be impressed by their Hogwarts accolades or their N.E.W.T. scores. If they wanted to prove themselves, they had to do it through sweat, blood, and resilience.

Sebastian was ready for that. He didn’t expect to be taken seriously right away.

But he hadn’t expected to be invisible.

He’d been shoved aside in field drills, barely acknowledged beyond curt instructions. The first time he made a mistake—misjudging a defensive maneuver and knocking over an entire stack of case files—he’d been chewed out in front of the entire team. "Sallow, if you can’t keep your footing, you can sit at a desk instead." The laughter that followed had burned like acid.

Fine. That was the treatment he’d expected. But you? You might as well have been walking on air.

It started small, little pats on the back after training, murmured praise when you completed routine spells, encouragement when you messed up, instead of the sharp reprimands Sebastian and the other rookies got. He saw senior Aurors smile at you, nod in approval, even laugh at your mistakes like they were endearing.

The first time you misfired a spell and nearly singed a superior’s robe, Sebastian had braced himself for the verbal lashing to come. Instead, the man just chuckled and waved it off. "Don’t worry about it, first week’s tough for everyone."

Sebastian had nearly snapped his wand in half right then and there.

It only got worse.

You had entire conversations with higher-ups that Sebastian could barely get two words out of. If you struggled in a training exercise, someone stepped in to help. When you had too much paperwork, someone offered to do it for you because you “had a long day”.

Sebastian had also had a long day.

He had been thrown to the ground three times in sparring practice, made to redo his reports twice, and had to stay late because no one cared that he had been exhausted.

And somehow, you didn’t even bat an eye at your special treatment.

By Friday, it was eating him alive.

The two of you apparated home after work and the golden light of sunset filtered through the windows of the cottage, casting warm hues over the stone walls.

It did nothing to soften Sebastian’s mood.

You sighed, rolling your shoulders. “That was exhausting. At least it’s the weekend.”

Sebastian didn’t move from the entryway. His fingers curled into his palms, his jaw clenched so tightly it hurt.

You turned toward him, brows knitting together at his silence. "Seb?"

"...You're tired?"

You blinked at him, confused. “Yeah?”

He laughed. "From what?"

Your brow furrowed. “...From working all day? From training?”

Sebastian shook his head, exhaling sharply through his nose. “Right. Because that was so difficult for you, wasn’t it? Another long, exhausting day of getting praised for breathing, of having your arse wiped for you while the rest of us have to fend for ourselves?”

Your expression twisted in confusion, but it was starting to turn wary. “What are you talking about?”

He let out another short laugh, pacing across the room. His feet thudded against the wooden floor with each step, his frustration a storm building inside him.

"Oh, I don’t know," he snapped. "Maybe how every bloody Auror in that office treats you like royalty? How they praise you for the same things I get torn apart for? How you can make mistakes, and they just fix them for you?"

Your frown deepened. "Sebastian, it’s not like that."

"Isn’t it?" He turned to face you fully, crossing his arms over his chest, shoulders taut with frustration. "Do you have any idea how frustrating it is to watch you get handed everything on a silver platter while I have to fight for every scrap of recognition?"

Your confusion tranformed into defensiveness. “I don’t get things handed to me, I work just as hard as you do.”

"Do you?" Sebastian took a step closer, staring you down. "Because it seems to me like every time you screw up, someone’s right there to clean up after you. You didn’t even have to do your own bloody paperwork today!"

"I didn’t ask for that," you replied, fighinting to keep your voice from wavering. "They just—"

"Exactly!" He cut you off, gesturing wildly. “People just do things for you! Do you even hear yourself?"

"Sebastian, please—"

But he wasn’t done. He was too angry to be done.

"You’ve had people worshipping you since we were fifteen," he went on, voice rising with every word. "And I get it, alright? I do! You saved Hogwarts, you saved the wizarding world, you’re the bloody Chosen One or whatever. But we left school, and this—this was supposed to be different!" His hand clenched into a fist at his side. "We both trained for this. We both earned our spots. But somehow, you’re still treated like the prodigy, and I’m still just another nobody!"

“That’s not fair,” you argued, "You’re not a nobody and you know that! And don’t act like I’ve had everything easy—I worked my arse off to be here just as much as you!"

Sebastian scoffed. “Oh, really? And what, exactly, have you had to prove? Because from what I can tell, you don’t have to prove a damn thing.”

Your patience snapped like a stretched wire. “Oh, I don’t know, Sebastian,” you shot back. “I think maybe the part where I fought a whole goddamn rebellion at fifteen is where I proved myself!”

Sebastian’s eyes flashed, his frustration only igniting further. “Yeah?” he snarled. “And what, does that give you a lifetime pass to never have to prove anything ever again?”

“That’s not what I’m saying, and you know it!"

"Bullshit," His tone was sharp, biting. "You waltz into the Ministry and everyone just assumes you’re brilliant, assumes you’re untouchable, assumes you’re better than the rest of us! Meanwhile, I have to claw my way up from the bottom and you just fucking watch!”

You gaped at him. “Assumes I'm brilliant? So what, you don't think I am?"

Sebastian barely felt the jab of your finger against his chest—his anger was a fire burning too hot to notice.

“Don’t twist my words,” he snapped, eyes flashing. “I know you’re brilliant. I’ve always known. But that doesn’t mean it’s fair. That doesn’t mean I should have to stand here and watch you get treated like the Ministry’s golden child while I get torn apart for breathing wrong!"

Your jaw clenched. “So what, you’re angry because you're... you're jealous? Because I get some slack?

Sebastian let out a sharp, bitter laugh. “Some slack? Do you even hear yourself? They worship the ground you walk on! If you screw up, it’s, ‘Oh, no worries, you’ve had a long day.’ If I screw up? ‘Sallow, get your shit together or go push paperwork.’” His voice lowered into something cutting, something scathing. “Tell me, when’s the last time anyone told you to ‘get your shit together?’”

Your expression wavered, just for a fraction of a second, but it was enough.

Sebastian huffed. “Exactly.”

Your nostrils flared, and suddenly you were stepping forward, frustration rolling off you in waves. “You think I’ve had it easy? You think I haven’t fought for everything I have?”

Sebastian scoffed. “I think you fought when you were fifteen, and now you don’t have to anymore.”

Your breath left you in a sharp exhale, like he had struck you, but you weren’t backing down.

“Do you really think it was a privilege to be that person, Sebastian? Do you think I want to be the Ministry’s favorite war story? You think I should apologize for the fact that they won’t let me be anything else?”

Sebastian’s fingers twitched at his sides, but he had no words, only deep-seated resentment simmering beneath his ribs.

You scoffed, shaking your head. “You have no idea what it’s like, do you?”

Sebastian’s jaw tightened. “Oh, here we go.”

You ignored him.

“You have no idea what it’s like to have people watch you all the time, waiting for you to be exactly who they expect you to be, who they want you to be. No idea what it’s like to walk into a room and have everyone already decided who you are.”

Sebastian’s temper flared. “I don’t know what it’s like?” he spat. “All anyone is waiting for me to do at work is fail. To be just like my uncle. To be some dangerous, reckless fuck-up who’d never amount to anything—”

“And yet,” you cut in, voice steel, “you still got to decide who you are, didn’t you? You still got to fight for yourself!”

Sebastian opened his mouth, but you didn’t let him speak.

“I didn’t get that choice, Sebastian. My life was decided for me the moment I survived the rebellion. I could either be their war hero, or I could be a goddamn disappointment for not joining the Ministry."

The silence between you was suffocating. Sebastian’s breathing was heavy, his chest rising and falling too fast. His pulse pounded in his ears.

You shook your head. “You think I enjoy this? That I wouldn’t trade all of it—every bit of the admiration, the praise, the ‘special treatment’—to just be normal?”

“Then why don’t you stop it?” Sebastian spat.

Your lips parted, but no words came.

Sebastian laughed. “That’s what I thought. Because you love it." The words came out low, scathing. "Don’t fucking lie to me. You love the attention, the admiration, the way people hang on your every word."

Sebastian should have stopped. Should have seen the way your hands clenched, how you sucked in a sharp breath like he had physically struck you, but he was too caught up in his own fury, too tangled in his own resentment, and he just kept going.

He was hurt, he was raw, and if he was bleeding, then so were you.

"So don’t stand there and act like you hate it, like you wouldn’t kill to keep it," he spat. "Because you’ve had years to change things, and yet, here you are—still letting everyone kiss the fucking ground you walk on. You love walking into a room and knowing everyone already adores you, already thinks you’re something larger than life. You love that when you fuck up, people look the other way. You love that no one ever questions you. That no one ever expects you to fail. That no one ever assumes the worst of you."

He let out a breathless, humorless laugh, shaking his head. "Must be fucking nice."

You just stared at him, silent, unmoving. Sebastian wanted you to yell back, wanted you to scream at him, to tell him he was wrong, to argue, to fight. But you didn’t.

You just looked at him with something unreadable—something wounded, yes, but deeper than that. Something he couldn't name.

Sebastian’s stomach turned violently, the weight of what he had just said slamming into him all at once. His anger drained, leaving something hollow and sickening in its wake.

"Wait, I—"

But you had already taken a step back.

"You actually believe that, dont you?" You shook your head, exhaling slowly, as if something had finally, finally clicked into place. “You really, truly believe that.”

“No, that’s not true, I—”

“Spare me your goddamn excuses,” you cut him off, your eyes blazing now. “Don’t act like you haven’t spent the last ten minutes trying to tear me down just so you don’t have to sit with your own fucking feelings.”

Sebastian opened his mouth, but no words came out.

“I love you, Sebastian,” you cried. “But I won’t let you do this to me. Not now. Not ever. I will not stand here and be your fucking punching bag.”

“I—”

“You’re angry, I get that,” you cut him off, relentless now. “And you have every right to be! I get that this isn’t fair. It’s not fair that I get special treatment. It’s not fair that people are willing to overlook things for me that they’d never overlook for you. And it’s not fair that you’ve had to work twice as hard just to prove that you’re not your uncle.” You exhaled sharply, like saying it out loud was exhausting. “You’re right, Sebastian. And I’ll fix it. I’ll go in early on Monday, I’ll talk to them, I’ll address it. I’ll do whatever I can to make it right.”

You scrubbed a hand down your face, flicking unshed tears from your lashes, inhaling sharply as if forcing yourself to stay upright, to stay steady, to keep from breaking right here in front of him.

"But how fucking dare you stand there and tell me I wouldn’t fight for you the second I knew something was wrong? I have fought for you from the second I met you, and you know it. I have fought for you when no one else did, when no one else would. And this is what I get?!"

Sebastian felt the room tilt. This wasn’t how this was supposed to go.

He had been so sure—so damn sure—that if he just let everything out, if he got it all off his chest, if he made you see how fucking unfair it all was, then he’d feel better. But instead, he felt like he had just ripped open something vital. Like he had swung too hard, missed his mark, and severed something he hadn’t meant to touch.

"You—" He swallowed thickly, reaching for words that wouldn't come. "That's not what I—"

"Yes. It is," you cut in, voice quieter now. Flatter. "You said exactly what you meant."

Sebastian felt his stomach turn violently, bile burning at the back of his throat.

“No,” he rasped. “No, I—fuck, that’s not—please, just—”

"You think I want this?" Your voice cracked, the first fracture in the mask you had thrown up, but you didn’t let it break. "You think I want to be some fucking symbol, to have my entire life boiled down to a title I never even asked for?"

Sebastian's pulse thundered in his ears, his own voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't mean—"

"Then what did you mean, Sebastian?" You threw your hands up, voice raw, sharp enough to cut. "Because you just stood here and told me, to my face, that I love this. That I want it. That I eat up the praise, that I enjoy being put on a pedestal I never fucking climbed onto to begin with!"

Sebastian flinched. What could he say to that? How could he take back something he had already carved into the space between you?

You let out a breath—slow, controlled, like you were steadying yourself from the inside out.

"I have never—not once—made you feel like less of a person for what you’ve been through. I have never used your past against you. And I sure as hell have never thrown your worst fears in your face just to win an argument," You let out a humorless, breathless sound. "I would never do that to you, so why the fuck do you think it’s okay to do it to me?”

Sebastian felt those words like a strike to the chest—hard, unrelenting, leaving something cracked and aching in their wake. His hands clenched at his sides, his breath coming too fast, too uneven.

"Do you really think so little of me that you’d rather punish me for something I didn’t even know I was doing instead of just talking to me?" You went on, voice quieter now. "You could have come to me, like a normal fucking person, and we could have figured this out together."

Sebastian moved before he could think, his hands reaching for you instinctively, desperately. “No—no, of course not,” he blurted frantically. “I think the world of you—”

But you stepped back. It wasn’t a dramatic movement. It wasn’t even all that far. But it was enough.

“You don’t get to break something and then panic when it starts to fall apart,” you said. “You don’t get to say things just to hurt me and then act like you didn’t mean them the second you realize you went too far.”

Sebastian’s breathing was uneven, his pulse hammering in his ears. “I didn’t— I wasn’t thinking, I was just—”

“Angry?” you finished for him, voice tired now. “Yeah, I got that.”

“I fucked up,” he admitted, the words strained, like they hurt to say. “I know I did. But I didn’t mean—”

“But you did. You meant every word when you said it. And I... I think you’ve been carrying this resentment for a long time, Sebastian."

This resentment. This awful, festering, rotting thing.

Fuck, you were right.

It had always been there, lurking beneath the surface. It had taken root the day you walked into Sebastian's life, shining too brightly, outshining everyone. Outshining him. The day you became something more, and he was left chasing your shadow.

This fight had never really been about the special treatment, had it? Not really.

Because, if he were honest—if he could admit the truth he had been running from—he knew you deserved to be treated differently. Of course, you did. You had always deserved it. You were brilliant. Blindingly so. You had power, strength, and the kind of unshakable resolve that made people believe in you. You had fought for the world, and the world had loved you for it. And Sebastian—what had he done?

While you had been defeating Ranrok, he had been falling into dark magic. While you had been saving lives, he had been destroying his own. You had been a hero. He had been a liability.

He had never deserved you. Not then. Not now. Not ever.

And yet—you had chosen him. Again and again and agin, through everything. When the world turned its back on him, you had stayed. When he had been drowning in darkness, you had dragged him, kicking and screaming, back into the light. You had believed in him when he was at his worst.

But it hadn’t convinced him.

Because deep down, some fractured part of him still believed you had made a mistake. That you had seen something in him that wasn’t really there. That one day, you would wake up and realize it. And instead of facing that fear, instead of acknowledging that his jealousy had nothing to do with you and everything to do with him, with his own insecurity, he had let it fester. Let it curdle into something sharp-edged and poisonous. He had taken that self-loathing and turned it outward, twisted it into resentment, as if you were the problem. Because it was easier to blame you than to admit the real issue was himself. Because if he couldn’t stand beside you as your equal, then at the very least, he could try to pull you down to his level.

And now, he was watching the consequences unfold before him.

You let out a slow breath, your arms still crossed over your chest, gaze flickering away from him. That was somehow worse than your anger. Because at least when you were angry, you were fighting for this—fighting for him.

Now, you just looked… done.

Sebastian took a step forward. You took a step back.

“Please,” he tried, voice raw, “don’t—don’t do that.”

You swallowed, gaze flickering somewhere past him. “Do what?”

“Don’t pull away from me,” he rasped. “Please.”

You let out a quiet, breathless laugh. “Sebastian, what the hell do you expect me to do?”

He opened his mouth. Closed it again. His thoughts were a mess, tangled and frantic, searching for something to make this better.

He had always been good at words. Always knew how to talk his way out of things, to charm, to persuade. But this? This was different. This wasn’t some misunderstanding. This wasn’t some careless mistake. This was something ugly and deep-rooted and poisonous, and he had let it fester too long.

You let out another breath, shaking your head, as if you were trying to gather yourself, trying to find a way forward despite the wreckage he had left between you.

“Look,” you said finally, voice weary, “I don’t... I don’t know what to do with this right now.” You swallowed, rubbing at your temple. “I need, I just need some time.”

Sebastian’s throat tightened. “Time?”

Your voice was quiet, tired. “Yeah.”

Sebastian wanted to argue. Wanted to tell you that he would do anything to fix this right now, but the truth was, he didn’t even know where to start.

He had spent so long resenting you for something that wasn’t even your fault. Had twisted his own insecurities into a weapon and used them against you, let them fester until they spilled out in a way he could never take back.

And now, he had to live with that.

He swallowed against the lump in his throat, nodding stiffly. “Okay.”

You looked at him for another moment—just a moment—and then you turned.

Sebastian barely had time to register it before the crack of apparition echoed through the room, and you were gone.

And just like that, the house was silent.

Sebastian exhaled shakily, his hands trembling at his sides. The weight in his chest felt suffocating, crushing. He ran a hand through his hair, gripping it tight at the roots, eyes squeezing shut.

What the hell have I done?

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My Big Damn Ashes of the Academy Thoughts

Okay so honestly I just need to take this panel by panel because frankly my overall impression of the comic is that everyone got replaced Invasion of the Body Snatchers style with people that look the same as they do and have the same name, but have zero idea of the backgrounds or motivations of said characters, and so they were just making shit up as they went along. Like, I write fanfic, I read fanfic. I have, in general, a pretty high regard for fanfic. And of course one of the more common Dangerous Ladies childhood type fics is how did they meet, why are these three very different individuals friends, etc etc.

And this was not even approaching the worst, crappiest, least coherent of that type of fiction I've read over the last nearly two decades.

Ashes of the Academy is a giant nothing burger comic, a fart in an elevator you're trapped with until you can make your escape.

So, without further ado, let's begin:

So right here on the second page of the comic, and the first page with dialogue, we have Ursa letting us know that, apparently, contrary to what we know, the Academy made Azula a bad person. Not her parents, definitely definitely not Ursa. You got that? It was all the Academy's fault. And we will continue beating that ostrich horse the entire rest of the comic, make no mistake!

Ah yes, Ursa, noted Not Ever An Imperialist At All, Not Even Once, Nuh-Uh.

Skipping several pages that would be me saying these two things multiple times...

Credit where credit is due, I like these two panels. I like this tiny glimpse into the friendship of Kiyi and Lihua or whatever here. One, because I imagine this is more like how Azula probably actually was, based on what we see in Zuko Alone. And two, that means Kiyi is unconsciously mirroring her sister and I like that interpretation of her character. It seems that Hicks does too, on a subconscious level. Look at that devious little look on her face! Little shit. Yeah, you cause a ruckus! Adorable.

I'd be lying if I said this didn't get a chuckle out of me. Is Katara on Zuko's Ministry of Education? Lol wtf. Still funny though.

More Kiyi being a little shit that I can get behind. This time in a Little Miss Know-It-All superiority complex sense that I'm sure would get real old real fast for anyone around her.

I've pointed this out on another post but Kiyi isn't a princess? Wtf? Come on, Hicks. Like it's not hard to figure this shit out. I think giving her a character trait of literally running to her big brother the Firelord anytime she feels slighted is pretty good, but of course it's never explored, because that's not a heroic trait and Kiyi has to be a hero for some reason unlike that irredeemable monster Azula who was born bad.

So nice of you to ask her first Zuko! Fuck's sake! Being Firelord has really gotten to this boy's head, like I know he has absolute power and all that shit but damn, if I was Mai, I would be wanting to get back with him less after this, not more, regardless of whether or not I liked the job in the end. Fucking consent, bro! (Previous page has him telling the headmistress she'll do it.) Unfortunately, this is actually not ooc for what we've seen of Zuko, honestly, imo. Mai, you can do so much better. Like, I ship Maiko. I love their dynamic etc etc. But girl. Respect yourself. This boy is NOT it at this point.

This is our continuing indication that they'll be rewriting the past in this comic, and we'd all better get on board. Zuko certainly thinks Azula treated him badly and has a very, "Zuko did nothing wrong!" approach to it all, but Mai was there for the vast majority of it, witnessed it with her own two eyes, so she would not react to that sentence with, "True." She just wouldn't. At least not the Mai we know. So let the assassination of Mai’s character commence!

Like, was this comic so half-assed nobody could be bothered to look up the spelling of Ukano's name? Yes. Yes it was.

Can I be made to believe Ukano said this to Mai when she was smol? Absolutely, yes. He's portrayed as a social climber and willing to utilize basically any route he can access to gain clout and influence. That's a man who is not above using his daughter in this way. I think it's somewhat implied by Mai’s dialogue in The Beach, even. Dude was a shitty father, Caldera was rife with them. Do I believe for one second Mai became friends with Azula because of this counsel? Absolutely not. The Mai we know thinks for herself 100% of the time, it's basically her thing.

Oh, cool, there's a 10 image per post limit. Well. I'll keep going in reblogs and indicate when I'm done. Bear with me, friends.

[sterredem]

GUTS Tour

Oscar piastri x singer!reader

Face claim Olivia Rodrigo

Summary Oscar reacts to his girlfriend tour.

Warning Guts tour(not really but Iykyk)

A/N really like it. I hope it does well. Hope y’all enjoy it! The YouTube video and the insta story took really long to make so pls show some love and say what you think!

Also I just reread it, and there are quite some spelling mistakes. Sorry for anyone that is bothered by it, but I can’t change it anymore because that takes a lot of time and I don’t have that. I ado don’t really know what to thing about the YouTube video cause I made it in 2 hours so for me the different parts where more spread out but now I look back it looks a bit weird. But Lmk what you think!

Don’t forget to repost and comment! It helps a lot! Also feedback is appreciated!

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SabrinaCarpenter So gorgeous!

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User11 IM SO EXITED TO GO TO THE GUTS TOUR (I don’t have tickets)

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Landonorris it was so painful to watch both Oscar filming the video and him watching the show irl😭 he was a simp and speechless with both😭

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User4 I love them!

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User6 THEY ARE THE BEST COUPLE ON TEH GRID!

User7 OSCAR IS SO HOT IN TJOSE PICS🥵🥵

User8 I fear I might have fallen in love… with both

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rehab. 24.

Avenger! Bucky Barnes x Winter Soldier! Fem! Reader

Summary: While on a mission to find any more possible super soldiers that were a part of the Winter Soldier program, Steve and Bucky make a discovery in an abandoned HYDRA base that was cleared out a few years prior to their mission. They discover the Reader, a long-forgotten soldier that was still asleep within a functioning cryostasis pod; still awaiting orders. While Bucky isn't happy about it, he is put up to the challenge of helping to rehabilitate the soldier in Wakanda where she may be able to become a person again.

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A/n: Now we get to see some nice comfort before the REAL start of the story begins ;) and please forgive any grammar or spelling mistakes, i was very tired at the time of posting this rip. Also, if you enjoy my work, please consider buying me a coffee! If you would prefer to read Rehab on Archive, you may do so right HERE!

This is an au where Bucky joined the avengers but still rehabilitated in Wakanda (sometime before Infinity War [canon divergent cause NOPE]). I am NOT fluent in Russian, so I did use google translate cause I couldn't find a good translator that I trusted. If anything is wrong, PLEASE let me know!! Also, I tried to list as many warnings as possible so you know what the story will contain as chapters are posted. Stay safe!

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Genre: Slowburn, Enemies to Lovers/Friends to Lovers, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Humor, Drama, Dark Content Rated: Explicit Warning: Angst, Dark Content: Graphic Depictions of Sexual Assault, Blood and Gore, Mentions of Manipulation, Kidnapping, Canon-Typical Violence, Body Horror, Nonconsensual Body Modification/Scarring, Emotional and Physical Abuse, Mentions of Murder, Mentions of Suicidal Thoughts/Ideation, Graphic Depictions of Human Remains, Mentions of Sexual Coercion/Manipulation, Death, Misuse of Drugs/Forced Drugging, Self-Harm (Graphic Depictions and Mentions), Nightmares

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rehab masterlist. chapter 22 / chapter 23

Shuri's face was contorted into a frown as she stared at the hologram of (Y/n)'s brain, her eyes staring down the little spot of red that had reappeared since her surgery to get the implanted neural chip out. Even though Shuri trusted Bucky's decision to wake her up, Shuri knew that it could still cause complications.

(Y/n)'s wound on her head was completely healed due to her enhanced super soldier serum, and it would be easy to reverse the trauma she had experienced due to the incident within the herb-shaped garden, but (Y/n) was surprisingly docile now. Her brows were furrowed up, however, revealing her inner turmoil as she stared down at the picture of herself.

Shuri wasn't sure what to do. She filed through her options, filtering out the pros and cons, before she sat down in front of (Y/n). The woman did not acknowledge her presence, however, just gently caressed the photo quietly. Shuri became saddened just the slightest before she asked gently.

"Isithunzi, are you hungry?"

The woman didn't respond. Sighing slightly, Shuri nodded a bit before she glanced at the woman again, asking instead.

"Would you like me to tell you about her?"

This made (Y/n) flick her eyes up a bit, a quick glance before looking back down at the photo.

"...Who am I?"

Shuri was surprised by the question, not having expected the woman to freely ask before Shuri answered, a surge of excitement going through her though she did not reveal it.

"Your name is (Y/n) (L/n). You were born on (MM/DD) in 1952 in (hometown)....you were scientist for the Directorate of Science and Technology for the CIA."

(Y/n)'s eye became glassy, her bottom lip quivering as she whispered.

"Why can't I remember?"

Shuri bit her lip gently before whispering softly, reaching over the table to gently place her hand on top of (Y/n)'s, who became startled though she did not pull away.

"HYDRA took those memories from you, (Y/n). They forced you to forget so that they could turn you into a Winter Soldier."

(Y/n)'s eyes fluttered slightly, whispering in broken earnest as she shook her head.

"But I...I was always a Winter Soldier."

Shuri stated, the broken woman before her glancing at her as she listened.

"Perhaps, in a way, but not always. You had a life, a home...friends."

(Y/n) looked perturbed; disbelieving of Shuri as the woman spoke, and Shuri sighed gently, informing her.

"Unfortunately, Isithunzi, I can't help you to remember. You're the one who has to accomplish this, but I will try as much as I can, and so will Tony, Bucky, and everyone else."

(Y/n) was quiet for a moment before she asked carefully.

"I...will not be punished for remembering? Is this...not a test?"

Shuri immediately replied, her face firm though there was no hostility or anger behind her eyes.

"You will never be punished for remembering, and I can assure you that this is not a test. We are not HYDRA, (Y/n)."

(Y/n) swallowed slightly before she looked down at the picture again. Her mind flashed to the picture of the woman, Doris, that Howard Stark's child had shown her, and (Y/n) whispered softly.

"I want to remember...Doris."

Shuri sat back, pulling out her tablet before bringing up Doris (L/n)'s picture, (Y/n)'s pupils dilating just the slightest as she looked at the woman.

"Your mother was a office machine worker for a long time before she married your father, Robert (L/n), and had you. After a few years, she pursued nursing and became a nurse-midwife. She did this for a long time before her death in 1979."

(Y/n)'s brows furrowed deeply, and she revealed quietly and slowly, testing the waters as she stated while Shuri listened closely.

"I...remember...fire...and pain...she wouldn't wake up."

Shuri hummed quietly, replying as she watched (Y/n) begin to thumb at the photo again.

"You are remembering the night she died?"

"How we died."

(Y/n)'s mind was a mess as she finally began to put faces to the mannequin family from her dream, and once the faces were placed, it was like the memories began to come alive as she remembered. The woman's smiling face when she played her records, the tears when Robert would yell and scream at her, (Y/n)'s small hand placing itself upon her cheek as her voice proclaimed her love for her mother's cooking, and (Y/n) bit her lip, chewing on it.

"The car...something happened...and then there was fire...my legs...my legs had been crushed."

Shuri did not comment that (Y/n) had begun to use possessive pronouns that were indicating that (Y/n) was beginning to realize that the woman she was remembering was herself, whether she knew it or not. Instead, Shuri watched as (Y/n) glanced down, staring at the marred skin where she remembered her legs had been sliced open deeply; the scars large and prominent. Her fingers brushed along the skin, whispering.

"I don't...remember anything after that...except for a voice saying...saying to 'start' an 'operation'. They wanted me to shut up."

(Y/n) began to exhibit signs of distress, so Shuri quickly took Doris' picture away before comforting the woman as she began to breathe quickly.

"It's alright, you don't have to keep trying to remember. It will come back to you."

(Y/n)'s breathing was gradually slowing, and an unfamiliar voice made (Y/n) jolt slightly, whipping her head around to find a strange man floating in the air. His body was red, a strange glowing stone within his forehead, and his eyes...did not seem like eyes.

"Princess Shuri, Mr. Rogers has requested for you."

Shuri nodded before she turned to (Y/n), giving the woman a gentle smile.

"I will not be gone for long...hopefully. If you'd like, I will have someone stay with you in the meantime seeing as Tony is missing."

(Y/n) was reluctant to speak and said nothing, holding her arms tightly as she turned back to the picture on the table, and Shuri sighed once more. She exchanged a few more words with Vision before leaving with him.

For a moment, finally, (Y/n) was left completely alone.

Her shoulders began to slowly relax, her muscles no longer tensing, and though (Y/n) stayed alert while listening for anybody who might be coming, she started to become a bit comfortable. Her mind was racing slightly, a strange adrenaline filling her from being by herself, and (Y/n) began to fidget.

Her legs were bouncing, her back tensing, and (Y/n) glanced around the empty lab. When her eyes caught the window, however, (Y/n) nervously looked at the door of the lab before standing up slowly and walking towards the window. Her eyes scanned the kingdom of Wakanda, her lips pursing slightly as she fiddled with the hem of her tank-top.

The land was beautiful during the night. There was a full moon shining brightly within the sky, lighting the land up beautifully. In the distance of the sky, millions of stars twinkled and shined; looking almost like small fractals of light bouncing off of an invisible mirror. Below the lab, the city was dimly lit but still active; music just barely audible unless (Y/n) strained her ears.

The window was cool to the touch due to the cold temperature of the room, and (Y/n) almost didn't hear the sound of the door opening; too enamored by the sight of the outside world. The woman spun around, looking like a deer in headlights as Natasha walked in, her eyes immediately finding (Y/n). Natasha didn't say anything at first, just glancing at her before she smiled just the slightest.

"Beautiful, isn't it?"

(Y/n) didn't say anything, just stared as if she was scared she was going to be in trouble, and Natasha came to stand next to her; keeping a respectable and comfortable distance to allow (Y/n) to feel more comfortable.

"It's even better when the sun starts to rise. The animals start to wake up and roam, the city comes to life...it's almost a little bit like paradise."

(Y/n) was quiet for a moment before she glanced back outside again, her eyes looking almost wistful as she began to observe the outside world. Natasha glanced at her before she announced.

"You haven't bathed since you've been here...and I'm guessing you weren't given permission to bathe before being put under cryostasis, were you?"

(Y/n) was cautious, regarding Natasha with a guarded gaze before she mumbled quietly.

"Bathing is a reward...I have done nothing rewarding to deserve it."

"Aw, that's not true. Shuri told me that you were beginning to remember stuff. That seems like something that's due for a reward."

(Y/n)'s eyes widened just the slightest. A reward for remembering? (Y/n) bit her lip before she began to chew on it, becoming nervous. it felt like a trap, and Natasha understood that fact intimately.

Everything always came with a price.

"The baths here are really amazing. I think you would really like them...besides, I need one too. Come on, I'll take you to them."

(Y/n) was reluctant, but in order not to invoke anger for disobedience, (Y/n) slowly followed Natasha as the woman led her out of the lab. The woman was instantly overwhelmed: it was her first time out of the lab, and the experience was extremely new. (Y/n)'s eyes were darting around, taking everything in and observing the decor that lined the hallways as they walked.

Because it was night, there weren't many people traversing the halls. As far as (Y/n) could tell, it was only the guards that were patrolling; glancing at her with curious eyes before they continued on their way. Natasha turned down a hallway, and (Y/n) followed her in. Passing through a doorway, (Y/n) was greeted by an extremely large room.

The first thing (Y/n) noticed were two large busts of women on either side of a doorway that seemed to lead out to a balcony; flowing translucent curtains that were golden covering the doorway. There was a large oculus in the ceiling, allowing for moonlight to shine down into the bath hall.

The flooring was sleek; black and gold patterns decorating the ground, and there were torches that were seated against the walls, basking the room in a comfortable orange glow. The bath itself was enormous and beautiful; lit up by soft lights within the steaming water, and Natasha sighed as she began to unzip her suit. (Y/n) was embarrassed, immediately diverting her gaze even though Natasha was wearing a compression shirt and spandex shorts beneath her suit.

Natasha was quiet, completely undressing before stepping into the water and sighing loudly. Sitting down, Natasha spread her arms against the sides of the bath and let her head fall back, she hummed as a small smile came across her face; her eyes closed as she relaxed.

"There's nothing like an amazing bath to end your day."

(Y/n) couldn't look at the woman, embarrassed and shy. Natasha immediately picked up on her behavior, but instead of calling it out, Natasha gestured to (Y/n).

"Come on, it's really warm."

(Y/n) was slow; her movements cautious as she began to undress. Her heart was racing, her eyes looking straight down as she slowly took her shirt and shorts off, and when she was left in nothing but just her skin, (Y/n) immediately covered her arms. She stood awkwardly at the end of the bath, unsure as she stared down into the water.

If Natasha wanted to kill her, she would have no issues with drowning her. (Y/n) spared a glance up at Natasha, who was gazing at her with a patient and understanding gaze. When Natasha made no move to come near her, (Y/n) slowly stepped into the water. The woman, however, refused to completely sit in the bath; choosing to perch on the step that allowed the water to only come up to her waist.

Her eyes were darting around the room and the water; every flicker of the fire and every caress of the water and every light that bounced off the surface not going unnoticed. The steam curled around through the air; dancing with the soft warm breeze of the nighttime air, but (Y/n) still felt oddly cold. Natasha's voice was soft but unassuming; an air of understanding twinging her words like a ghost whispering secrets in deaf ears.

"Is it the water?"

(Y/n) breathed deeply, not knowing how to answer before she settled for shrugging. Natasha only nodded, not poking or prodding her for answers. Instead, the woman slowly and gradually came to sit near (Y/n), (Y/n)'s eyes watching her like a hawk as the woman tempted to comfort her by sheer presence alone. Natasha spoke gently.

"I get it. Comfort can feel like a cruel setup when all you've known is pain."

Her words rung true, but (Y/n) wasn't sure how to respond. Comfort was such a strange and unknown term for the soldier. In HYDRA, there was no such thing as comfort. There was only action and result, satisfaction and unsatisfaction, consequences and punishments. There was no sympathy, no empathy, nor any feeling that was allowed other than the ambition that came with completing a mission.

Everything else was irrelevant.

(Y/n)'s jaw clenched, her eyes downcast into her lap, but Natasha didn't require an answer. Natasha knew better than anybody except for Bucky that comfort was never a luxury, even in the instance of a job-well-done. Grabbing a cloth and soap from a basket she had left on the edge of the bath, Natasha gently dipped the rag into the water before pouring a sweet-smelling soap into the material. Lathering it up, Natasha turned to (Y/n), asking as she held up the rag.

"May I?"

(Y/n) froze, her breathing ceasing for a moment as she stared at Natasha. Natasha was patient, however, allowing (Y/n) to make the choice herself, and when (Y/n) didn't see any evil or ill-intent in Natasha's eyes, (Y/n) nodded just the faintest.

There were no praises that left Natasha's lips, no congratulations or encouragements. Instead, Natasha carefully and slowly brought the cloth to (Y/n)'s hand and began to clean them. Her touch was soft; respectful, and the woman made sure never to linger too long in one spot. Despite this, (Y/n) still trembled beneath the woman's hands.

"...You're not going to hurt me?"

Natasha related (Y/n)'s voice to that of a small child who had just been caught stealing out of the cookie jar--fragile and afraid. Her hands never stopped moving, however, gently lathering the woman's scarred and dirty skin to get the grime off of her as Natasha reassured her.

"No, I'm not going to hurt you. I don't have any reason to."

For a moment, the woman still trembled before her body slowly began to relax, her breathing becoming much steadier than before, and Natasha was satisfied with the result. Gently moving the cloth to (Y/n)'s back, Natasha was greeted with more horrendous scars. Whip marks, jagged scarring from various weapons, old burns, surgical stitching, and among others that Natasha was familiar with.

Natasha didn't comment, didn't pause, but instead became gentler with her ministrations, scrubbing softly as the water below began to twinge brown from the caked-on grime and dead skin before dispersing into nothing. Natasha immediately tuned in as (Y/n) whispered.

"They...used to hose us...cold water and high pressure...it hurt...and when we cried...they would punish us."

Her voice was thin and detached, her mind going into a faraway place, and Natasha murmured gently.

"I bet this feels a lot better than that, huh?"

Although the response was quick, (Y/n) nodded.

"It feels...nice."

Natasha began to carefully and slowly wash the woman's chest, and (Y/n) became embarrassed, covering a large and jagged scar that misshaped her nipple, her eyes darting away from Natasha as if she was ashamed. Natasha paused before she murmured carefully, moving her hand to instead begin scrubbing at her collarbones.

"Well, you can take all the nice baths that you want now. It's your choice."

(Y/n) was quiet before she whispered.

"If I...keep remembering...I can do this more often?"

Natasha gently handed (Y/n) the cloth, closing her hand around it as Natasha replied.

"Not just when you remember things...any time that you want. Hygiene isn't a luxury to be gifted for a job-well-done."

(Y/n) stared down at the cloth within her hand before she slowly brought the cloth up to her own arm. Her movements were unsure and hesitant, as if she had never bathed before, but Natasha was quietly proud of the woman for trying. Natasha moved to sit beside the woman again, grabbing her own cloth before washing herself down. There was a comfortable silence that overcame them both, a mutual understanding that was beginning to form as the warmth began to finally seep into (Y/n), and the woman took a leap; carefully moving to sit lower into the water.

The water rose up to (Y/n)'s collarbones, and she was now side-by-side with Natasha. Neither spoke, basking in the comfort of the Wakandan moonlight filtering through the oculus and the soft torches from the room, and (Y/n)'s body instantly relaxed from the warmth flooding through her muscles.

She had never felt so relaxed before, and the woman immediately latched onto the feeling, her eyes slowly closing, and the exhaustion began to catch up to her. Instead of feeling afraid, however, (Y/n) felt strangely comfortable with the woman. Biting her lip, (Y/n) asked quietly.

"Would you..do this again?"

Natasha popped an eye open as she glanced at (Y/n) before smiling gently, nodding her head.

"Sure thing. Maybe we can even wash your hair next time too."

(Y/n) nodded, and the room became quiet once more, the breeze of the night a comfortable symphony. For the first time, (Y/n) finally understood what the word comfort meant.

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STORY NOTES: The scene opens to Shuri and (Y/n) within the lab together. Shuri is currently looking over a hologram of (Y/n)'s brain, inspecting a small anomaly that had shown up due to the fight with Thor. Although concerned, Shuri decides that it does not need immediate attention. She asks (Y/n) if she is hungry, but the woman does not respond as she stares and caresses the photo of her before HYDRA. Shuri then asks if (Y/n) would like for Shuri to tell her about herself, and (Y/n) instead asks Shuri who she [(Y/n)] is.

Shuri tells (Y/n) a little bit about herself, and (Y/n) further questions why she can't remember. Shuri informs her that her inability to remember is due to HYDRA and what they have done to her to make her into a Winter Soldier. (Y/n) replies that she has always been a Winter Soldier, and Shuri tells her that this notion is not true. She tells (Y/n) that she can't help her to remember, but she will try the best she can to make it easier.

(Y/n) asks if she will not be punished for remembering and if this is a test, but Shuri tells her that she will never be punished for remembering nor is this interaction a test. After a moment of hesitation, (Y/n) informs Shuri that she wants to remember Doris. Shuri immediately begins to tell (Y/n) a little bit about the woman while showing Doris' picture to her, and (Y/n) reveals that she remembers a bit of the night Doris and her 'died'.

(Y/n) then realizes that the mannequin woman from her dream is actually Doris, and she further reveals that she remembers a bit of the car crash and the moments before she was officially turned into a super soldier, but that was it. Vision then interrupts, informing Shuri that Steve is requesting her presence, and she leaves (Y/n) alone with fetching for someone to stay with her.

In the moment that (Y/n) is alone, she moves to the window to look out at the Wakandan landscape, and she is then interrupted by Natasha, who admires the sight with her. After this, Natasha points out that (Y/n) hasn't bathed since her arrival to Wakanda and theorizes that she hasn't bathed before she was put into cryostasis, and she instructs (Y/n) to follow her.

They arrive in a large bath hall, and Natasha immediately undresses to get into the water. She urges (Y/n) to get in. After a moment of hesitation, (Y/n) follows suit, but refuses to get into the water any deeper than her waist. Natasha inquires about this, but (Y/n) does not respond. Instead, Natasha carefully gets closer to the woman and asks if she can bathe her. (Y/n) is afraid and asks if Natasha will hurt her, which Natasha reassures that she won't.

(Y/n) allows Natasha to begin bathing her, and (Y/n) opens up to her about the cruel methods of bathing HYDRA would use for hygienic purposes. Natasha then informs (Y/n) that she can bathe whenever she wants, and when (Y/n) asks if she can do so if she keeps remembering, and Natasha tells her that even if she doesn't, she can still use the bath whenever she wanted while giving (Y/n) the cloth.

(Y/n) begins to bathe herself for the first time, and Natasha bathes herself alongside her. The woman finally relaxes completely, enjoying the warmth of the bath, and after a moment of silence, (Y/n) shyly asks Natasha if she would be willing to bathe with her again. Natasha agrees, inquiring about washing (Y/n)'s hair next, and the atmosphere becomes calm as (Y/n) comes to the revelation of what comfort means. End scene.

TRANSLATIONS:

Isithunzi - Xhosa for [the] shadow/shade

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༆THE LAST WOMAN ON EARTH ☢︎︎- ➪enhypen ot7 x fem reader

SYNOPSIS: Moving to South Korea at just 20 years old to study medicine was something that made you extremely proud. You had so many plans for the future, but it seems that fate doesn't want the same for you. Overnight, a virus that affects only women spreads throughout the world, causing all the women in the world to die in a matter of weeks. You were the only one left standing, the problem? Nobody knew, only you. As time passed, you managed to survive this post-apocalyptic world, where you had to hide from men because if someone knew that a woman still existed, everything would go to hell for you. You didn't expect seven strangers to break into your house in the middle of the night and you didn't expect what was going to happen next either.

Word Count: 5.3k

Pairing: enhypen! x fem!reader

Genre: Suspense, death, dystopian, post-apocalyptic world, angst, too much drama, slow burn, smut as the chapters go by (mdni), fluff, Possessiveness, jealousy, fights, toxicity, lots of love (I know, it sounds contradictory) enhypen are complete losers for the reader in the best way, strangers to lovers and other things that may happen later

Warnings!⚠️: Death, loss of loved ones, use of weapons, depression and anxiety problems, mentions of suicide, survival, vulgar and sometimes offensive language, graphic descriptions of traumatic events. If you are sensitive, don't read it for your own good. Everyone is of legal age!! Heeseung is 26, Jay, Jake and Sunghoon are 25, Sunoo is 23, Jungwon is 22 and Ni-ki is 21.

Status: ongoing (16-01-2025 - )

Disclaimer: This is a work of pure fiction, everything came out of my head, the personality of the characters are not real and do not represent them in real life in any way, any resemblance to reality is purely coincidental. Everyone is of legal age in this universe. English is not my first language so you will probably find spelling mistakes.

Hi beautiful people!! I'm back with the third chap of this story. It took me almost five days to write it, but here it is finally!! I hope you enjoy it as much as I do!! Xoxo, aby..

CHAPTER I: "Disaster"

CHAPTER II: "Loneliness"

CHAPTER III: "Trust Issues"

more under the cut ☟︎︎︎

"I will kill you..."

Fuck, you couldn't have been any clearer with your words. If they made you the slightest bit suspicious, you would blow their heads off. And as much as you had said before that you didn't want to kill them, if they gave you reason even after your warning, you would have no choice.

After that, you had simply thrown some clothes at them, muttering a "take a bath and clean up this mess," pointing to the wet and muddy floor, and then disappeared upstairs.

You had locked yourself in your room (literally) because you had locked the lock with a homemade key that you had made at the beginning of all this when you didn't feel safe even in your room and felt the need to lock it. You had no energy for anything else, and that night you just lay in your bed, hoping to be alive the next day, while you heard little murmurs on the first floor, and also heard the boys walking around, probably cleaning up.

After a few minutes, surprisingly, you managed to fall asleep. ....

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The seven men in your house had barely gotten a wink of sleep the night before, they had been able to bathe properly and clean up as you had asked, but the fact of their new reality, living with you, the last remaining woman, had not let them rest properly.

And now it was a whole new reality that they had to adjust to, but damn it, it was so hard knowing that you were sleeping one floor away. They had you so close but so far away at the same time that it was almost impossible to get comfortable enough to sleep because there was something going on in their heads that would not leave them alone....

you

your existence, your presence, even the ghost of your perfume that had lingered in the living room and how you had confronted them so powerfully the night before. It was just you.

The next morning, the smell of cooking woke you from your sleep. Hell, you knew how to cook, but you hadn't smelled anything that tasty in years. That meant only one thing, one of the boys was using your kitchen, and whatever was cooking smelled delicious.

You replaced your pajamas with a pair of jogging pants and a tight, slightly short, long-sleeved t-shirt that revealed the delicate little metal that adorned your belly button. You combed your hair a little, and in the bathroom of your room you brushed your teeth and washed your face. Little things in your daily routine that you were still allowed to do.

You put your gun in your makeshift gun belt and unlocked the door to your room. What you didn't expect when you walked out was to see two of the boys sitting against the wall on either side of your door, asleep. Their expressions were unreadable as you looked at them doubtfully, now that you could see them better in the morning sunlight. Their features were relaxed, a stark contrast to how tense they had been the night before, they were wearing the clothes you had thrown at them, and they really were attractive men, but then again, you couldn't stop and thinking about that now.

With a sigh, you looked at them for a few more seconds before shaking your head and walking down the hall to the stairs. You didn't bother to wake them, figuring that if they slept so much, it was because their bodies needed it. Besides, the tension of the night before and the discovery that there was still a woman alive must have exhausted them.

When you reached the first floor after descending the stairs, you could visualize four more guys, scattered randomly on the couch in your living room, also completely asleep. You remembered two of them, one of them you had pointed the gun at and the other was the arrogant shameless jackass, yes, you remembered him very well and now his cute sleeping face had not a hint of arrogance, being able to fool anyone with that appearance of fake innocence.

Well, maybe you were being a bit dramatic but in your defense he had been a jerk to you.

Rolling your eyes at the memory, the delicious smell of food grew stronger as you walked through the living room. You could hear the small clink of the frying pan and the snap of something frying as you approached the kitchen.

When you finally got there, you could see the missing boy, obviously cooking, he hadn't noticed your presence yet, so you decided to lean against the door frame with your arms crossed and a serious expression on your face.

"Morning..." you finally spoke, your voice devoid of emotion as you watched him jump in surprise, "Shit...you scared me..." he turned to you with his eyes a little wide and a hand on his chest in shock as he tried to calm his slightly accelerated breathing.

You almost laughed at the scene but decided to keep your expression serious as you watched him intently. He looked at you for a second and then quickly looked back to the frying pan where he was cooking scrambled eggs while he cleared his throat, "So you're up already?" you could swear he was pretty nervous from the way his body was tense and the silly question he had asked since you were literally standing in front of him.

This was going to be fun.

"Jay, right?..." you clearly remembered his name because that cheeky idiot had called him that the night before as you shushed him, "yeaah, I'm starting to think you're paid to ask stupid questions..." there was a lot of seriousness in your voice as you deliberately gave him a glare, raising both your eyebrows as you watched him open his mouth to try and answer, but he just couldn't.

You remembered his name

and it sounded so beautiful coming out of your lips and it made Jay's head spin a little. Because he didn't want to look like an idiot in front of you, but your presence only, made it difficult.

You spoke again, meeting his gaze, "May I ask what you are doing in my kitchen?" your eyes had a little gleam of amusement in them now, but your voice was still deadly serious.

Jay looked at you and then at the ladle in his hand that he was using to cook, "w-well...i was making the...breakfast..." he cleared his throat again as you heard him stutter. You nodded as a sound of mock approval passed through your throat, "with my food..." you replied as you shook your head in acknowledgement, pointing to the eggs in the pan.

Your eyes never left his fake calm expression, his body language and voice clearly betraying the nervousness he was trying to hide in your presence.

"Uhu..it's just that I thought you'd all be hungry when you woke up, s-so i thought it would be a good idea to have breakfast ready..." he cursed himself for stuttering so much, damn, instead of a man he looked like a teenager dealing with puberty.

"Ahem..." you let the silence fill the kitchen air with anticipation, you kept looking at him wordlessly and Jay could swear he felt smaller and smaller under your gaze.

And fuck, he literally hadn't done anything wrong, yet your eyes seemed to judge the depths of his soul as the tension was suffocating in the deafening silence, and he hadn't missed the gun you seemed to always carry with you.

You didn't trust them

That was Jay's conclusion and it was obvious, who would in a situation like yours? he couldn't, nor did he have the right to blame you for judging his every move, after all it was basically you against the world.

You, on the other hand, were having quite a bit of fun deliberately making him nervous, curious to see how he would react and how the mere fact of talking to him or making him so nervous would make you wonder if you would have the same effect on the other guys as well.

"You know...I divided the food into portions..." you commented after a few seconds of silence that seemed like an eternity to Jay. At your words, his eyes immediately met yours and he blinked several times, thinking about what to say.

Fuck, he hadn't thought of that, of course, a day ago it was just you, you only had to worry about what you were going to eat, but now with the arrival of the seven of them, the picture as to how long the meal would last was completely different and Jay had overlooked that.

"Next time, ask me before you take my food, even if you have to break down my bedroom door and wake me up, ask me first, is that clear?" your voice was a little more relaxed now, but with the same seriousness as you pulled yourself away from the door frame to move a little closer to the oven where Jay was cooking.

He nodded immediately at your clear command, because yeah, it was a command, no room for argument in your words, "Sure, of course, it won't happen again..." he turned his head to look at you again and was surprised to see you closer than before, swallowing hard as he tried to hold your piercing gaze as he watched you nod at his statement.

"Speaking of my room, who are the two clowns sleeping on my doorstep like they were camping?" your question caught Jay off guard as he stopped cooking for a few seconds and stared at the frying pan, then closed his eyes, frowning and denying in frustration.

Those idiots!

He let out a sigh and then opened his eyes, finally turning off the oven. He slowly turned to you with a flushed face as he seemed to be searching for words to say, "Sorry, I didn't think they mean it when they said they would sleep outside your room..." he licked his lips as he served the scrambled eggs on different plates, "The black haired one is Ni-ki and the gray haired one is Jake..." you finally knew who was who and you laughed inwardly as you saw Jay fighting with himself not to go and wake them both.

"Oh...they thought it would be a good idea to stand guard outside my room..." you said, pressing the buttons even harder as Jay got redder by the second. He ran his hand over his face in frustration, "I'm really sorry...Ni-ki is the youngest of the group and Jake always goes along with his nonsense..." he let out another sigh as he finished his words, apologizing on behalf of his friends.

So Ni-ki and Jake were the reason why everyone was here now. You wondered what had gone through their heads to dare to escape in the middle of the night, not only breaking the curfew and putting themselves in danger, but also being chased by the police.

A few more minutes and they could have caught them, they could have caught you.

The smell of bacon brought you out of your thoughts as for the first time you showed an expression as you watched Jay place it on the plates, next to the scrambled eggs. "You used the bacon Jay, it was saved for special occasions, there were only three packages left and you used them..." your tone was accusatory as your eyes, a little wider than usual, shifted from Jay to the bacon on the plates, repeatedly.

Jay immediately widened his eyes when he heard you and seemed to panic as he realized the implication of your words and began to ramble, "I-I'm so sorry...I had no idea, fuck...I didn't mean it. We can still buy more, I swear I'll replace them and leave everything as it was-..." you cut him off as a few specific words caught your attention.

Uh, buy more? What the fuck did he mean?

"What do you mean, buy more?" your question came out with a mixed tone of annoyance and disbelief "Do you have a job? or money?" your lack of understanding was reflected in every word you said as you looked at Jay for answers.

how could he possibly have a job if only essential services were still running? was he part of any essential services? because if he was, you were screwed. The Essential Services worked with the government, who had offered a billion dollar reward if one of their workers found a woman and gave her to them so they could experience the repopulation of the world with her.

"N-no, I don't have a job…" Jay hurried to speak when he saw your panicked face and how your hand had unconsciously gone to your gun, your expression hardened at his words, you wanted answers and you wanted them now "My father, he was doing very well in business and he left the inheritance to me since i'm an only child..." he clarified the situation quickly but you continued to look at him with narrowed eyes.

"What happened to him, he didn't want to be a millionaire overnight by giving everything to his beloved son?" the sarcasm and annoyance was clear in your voice full of suspicion as you questioned him without measuring your words and that's when Jay's expression changed.

He swallowed as his eyes, now filled with what seemed to be sadness, longing, and frustration, looked at you for a few seconds, only for you to notice that they were filled with...tears...

Oh..

He was going to cry?

"When my mother died from the virus, at the beginning of it all...my father could only hold on to life for a few more months before he decided to give up and go with her...a-and...and...i saw it all..." shit, why did you have to be so loose with your tongue? Jay had lost his parents, who were the only family he had, and not only that, he had to witness his father's suicide, fuck, that must have been really traumatic and fucking painful.

You immediately took your hand away from your gun and looked at him with empathy, you too had lost your whole family, the pain was unbearable and you couldn't imagine his, but, in a way, you shared the same pain, having lost your families...

The boys were all the family he had left

And not just Jay, all seven of them must feel the same way, they had all lost a lot and they recognized each other as the only family they had left. Then in that moment you understood, no matter what big trust issues you had towards them, they were human beings, just like you, they were fragile, just like you, they had lost everything, just like you, and the only thing they were clinging to was the hope that somehow it would get better, they didn't even know where it came from, but they were hoping that all their suffering had not been in vain

just like you

And then, without knowing what to say, you raised one of your hands and placed it gently on one of Jay's shoulders. He took a deep breath as he felt your touch, something that had become immeasurably distant, but that he hadn't realized he was missing until now, the comfort. His eyes, crystallized with unshed tears, looked sideways at your hand on his shoulder before they slid down his cheeks of their own accord, unbidden and silent.

Your heart squeezed at the sight of his crying, at the realization that he allowed himself to be vulnerable in a world where vulnerability killed you "Jay...I...I'm so sorry..." those were the only words your head allowed to leave your lips, but it was enough to express in your now soft and delicate voice that you both shared the same fucking pain.

Jay was overwhelmed for a moment, your words, as simple as they were, brought him a comfort he needed long ago, and that was enough for him to have his arms wrapped around your waist from one moment to the next, pulling your body into an almost trembling embrace that he seemed to need so desperately, an embrace that screamed how much he needed the contact, the affection, the containment and the relief.

For a few seconds your body couldn't react and you were paralyzed. You hadn't had this kind of direct contact in years and it was something that took you and your head by surprise. You felt Jay hide his face in your neck almost instinctively and his tears began to flow more abundantly as he clung to you as if his life depended on it.

It struck you as odd, like, yeah, you understood that the memory of the loss of his family would cause him so much pain, but you had become so used to suppressing your emotions that it was unusual for you to see such a vulnerable and fragile man clinging to you. But after a few seconds of processing the situation, you realized that his crying was not only because he had lost his family, it was also because of the weight that had been on his back all these years, you realized that surely he had also had to suppress what he was feeling, and finding you and being in your arms now was an instant relief and a great weight that he no longer had on his back.

His cry was a liberating one

One that spoke of how much he had endured over time and that he had finally found the relief he had been so desperately waiting for. Then, understanding this, you slowly let your arms wrap around his shoulders, finally returning his embrace as his body visibly relaxed under your gentle touch. Leaving your suspicion behind, you decided to give him a moment of comfort, and decided to listen to the human part of you instead of the rational part.

Heart over brain

Jay couldn't quite process what was going on, he only understood that you had welcomed his distress, that you hadn't taken him away from you, and that he inevitably found overwhelming comfort in your arms. Your scent soothed him, causing him to breathe shakily into the crook of your neck as his cry was silenced. Clinging to you, to your small waist and feeling the warmth of your body against his, helped him to calm down and understand that he was no longer alone, that he could express himself and act like a human being, at least with you.

Your chest felt tight, a shiver ran down your spine as you felt the slight trembling in Jay's body, but it diminished as the minutes passed, until finally you could no longer feel his tears soaking your shirt, and his once shaky breathing had been replaced by a soft and slower one. His crying had stopped, but he wasn't letting go and didn't seem to want to for the foreseeable future.

That is, until a clearing of the throat caused the two of you to abruptly separate for some reason. You turned to where the voice was coming from and your brow furrowed in annoyance as you saw the idiot in the kitchen door frame.

Right, 'the idiot' was your name for him.

He looked at you and then at Jay with an expression you couldn't quite understand, his eyes narrowed and his jaw visibly clenched "bravo.... you were really fast Jay...you got to her before any of us..." his tone was contemptuous, bordering on desperate as he made that ridiculous claim.

Jay on the other hand was sniffling and still looking at him with red eyes with obvious annoyance, "What the fuck, Heeseung Hyung, what kind of bullshit approach is that?..." the anger was clear in his voice as he snapped at him.

So 'the idiot' called himself Heeseung.

You raised an eyebrow at the situation and then sighed, really, what the hell was he trying to imply?

Heeseung had been awakened by the distant smell of scrambled eggs and bacon, his stomach growling with hunger and he just got up from the couch and followed the smell to the kitchen, but he didn't expect what he would find: You and Jay, hugging, obviously very close to each other.

His blood immediately and almost inevitably boiled with envy and jealousy, he knew you weren't an object, but he didn't like the idea of seeing his friends touching you in the slightest, and that was very clear to him:

Heeseung wanted you for himself

and the thought of having to share you with his other six friends was really hard for him to accept. Well, not only for him, the seven of them were extremely territorial and the situation could only get worse 'cause you were the only woman left, but hell, how could he even pretend to get to you when he was acting like a complete idiot?

Heeseung let out an unfunny laugh as he looked at Jay, the tension in the kitchen air was intense "Who do you think you are Jay, you think you have the right to touch her?" Jay frowned in annoyance at Heeseung's accusatory tone "Give it up dude...she's not a fucking object and she doesn't belong to you..." the complaint in Jay's voice was clear as your eyes shifted from him to Heeseung in disbelief.

Is this for real? they were making a jealous scene right in front of you.

"Hey stop talking shit, both of you..." the soft voice you had used with Jay before had been replaced by a cold and cutting tone "I don't belong to anyone and in case you haven't noticed..I'm right here, damn it..." now you were annoyed, really. The moment of consolation with Jay had been nice, but the fact that they were now acting like dogs fighting over meat didn't fucking amuse you at all and seemed hypocritical.

Heeseung and Jay seemed to be in a heated duel of glances, and fuck, if looks could kill, you thought they'd both be ten meters underground long ago, they both seemed to be about to say something, but your angry footsteps coming out of the kitchen made them both shut up.

Your angry footsteps echoed through the living room and down the stairs, and then there was a loud slamming of the door. You had locked yourself in your room. Heeseung and Jay could clearly feel your anger, so they were about to start fighting again, because the rivalry for your attention had already begun.

"Enough..." Jungwon's cold and cutting voice echoed in the kitchen, cutting off every word that came out of his elders' mouths. He walked into the kitchen, sipping a glass of water as if it was his home, then leaned against the counter and crossed his arms, finally turning his gaze to Heeseung and Jay.

"Shame on you, you're the most grown up of the group..." his voice was cold as he clenched his jaw in clear annoyance "What do you want to achieve by behaving like this?...you're going to scare her away and get her to throw us all out on the street.... " He sighed as he shook his head disapprovingly, "We've only been here one night, not even a full day, and you're already fighting to see which one of you gets her attention first? very mature of you, really..." the sarcasm and annoyance were very clear in his firm and cutting voice.

The air was suffocating for both Heeseung and Jay, because when Jungwon was serious and even more so when he was angry, it was scary, so much so that neither of them could look him in the eyes, even if their expressions were hard, even if they were annoyed and even if they had the urge to answer him, neither of them did it "Let this shit not happen again, we don't want to scare her, we want to make her feel comfortable and gain her trust..." his statement was firm, leaving no room for retorts "You two brag about how much sex you had but you have no fucking idea how to treat a woman...", A dry laugh without a hint of grace left his lips, to which Heeseung and Jay only sigh and nod slightly at Jungwon's cutting words, and that was enough for him to drop the subject and leave the kitchen, but not before giving them both a warning look and taking one of the plates of egg and bacon.

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It was something that really made you angry. Because you hadn't allowed them to stay to be treated like a damned object, but on the other hand, you felt desired. Even though you knew that it was something inevitable because there were no more women to desire, something inside you felt good about it, something about possessiveness and jealousy made you sigh, not in anger but in satisfaction. You didn't think you were a person with a twisted mind, or at least you didn't give that image. But you were frustrated and pleased at the same time that they couldn't take more than a whole day to start fighting over you.

You knew it was going to happen eventually, they were men around your age, all damn attractive, so you suspected they'd never been rejected by women before, and you were also very attractive as far as you were concerned. So it wasn't surprising that they were jealous or fought over you, but you didn't expect them to let it show so quickly. Even though you didn't want to let them off so easily, it was clear that you didn't trust them yet and that you needed to get to know them better before you could allow yourself to feel completely at ease.

Now, locked in your room, you thought about the moment you had spent with Jay: it was beautiful, sad and nostalgic, but beautiful at the same time. Feeling his strong arms around you affected you more than you wanted, but you couldn't blame yourself, you hadn't had human contact for years and this embrace was something that surprised you, your conscience was clear, you were a human too and humans were social beings, made to be accompanied, not alone.

They had been together all these years, but you had faced a loneliness that ate you up more and more every day, then you told yourself that enjoying a hug was not a bad thing. The slam of the door you had slammed was enough for the aforementioned Jake and Ni-ki to stop camping outside your room and join the other boys downstairs, wondering what had happened.

A knock on your door brought you out of your thoughts and made you jump slightly in your bed, "Miss, it's me...the red haired boy, my name is Jungwon..." you heard a voice that was already familiar. Of course, the red haired boy, the one who had tried to calm the whole atmosphere between you and the idiot when you had pointed your gun at him.

With some confusion, you got off your bed and unlocked the door, only to see Jungwon standing on the other side with a plate of egg and bacon that smelled damn good. He held the plate out to you with a slight grimace, "You should have breakfast, miss..." he suggested and you stepped aside and let him into your room, sitting on the edge of your bed without thinking much about it.

Jungwon followed you with a careful step, not wanting to intrude into your space, your room.

Fuck, YOUR room.

He swallowed hard when he realized that he was in a woman's room, a very attractive woman, something that had never happened to him because before all this he had never dated, calling them a waste of time and preferring to study and do well academically. The only room he had ever been in was his sister's room or his mother's room, so this was new to him and he couldn't help but take a quick look around, scanning your space with curious and longing eyes.

"Thank you, Jungwon..." your voice snapped him out of his trance and he quickly nodded to your words, ignoring the butterflies in his stomach when he heard you call his name, "Yeah, it's nothing...it's the least I could do after those idiots made that scene in front of you..." he said regretfully as he placed the plate on some of your furniture to then put his hands in the front pockets of his jeans.

You looked at him for a few seconds, then nodded in understanding, but something distracted you.

He really was, just so cute.

Seeing your silence, he took the liberty of continuing, "I apologize in their stead, Miss..." He spoke with firmness and determination as he looked at you intently, "I'll make sure it doesn't happen again..." his voice was commanding, practically with born leadership, you frowned with a mixture of confusion and surprise, but didn't reply. He seemed to have this under control so easily, so you just gave him a nod.

You couldn't deny that you were fascinated by Jungwon, you wanted to know him better. He seemed to be someone very intelligent, who simply radiated confidence, but not the kind of confidence that scares you, but the kind that makes you feel a certain respect for him.

What you didn't know was that inside he was trying to ignore your precious presence, as well as the overwhelming smell of you that surrounded every corner of your room. He held himself back, he wanted to keep himself sane.

or at least appear to be.

But his legs were almost shaking and his composure was about to explode at the thought of being alone with you for the first time, alone with a woman who was not a member of his family for the first time in his life. He didn't want you to see the strong effect you had on him, not yet, so he simply nodded at your silence and turned with the intention of leaving your room, not only to give you your space, but also not to lose control of himself. But one thing he was sure of: if he had to fight with his friends for you, he would do it without any doubt, he just didn't want to show himself as immature as Heeseung and Jay had done.

"____...." your voice stopped his footsteps before he could leave your room, he instead turned around and looked at you curiously, giving you room to continue talking "That's my name...don't call me Miss anymore, okay?" Your words took him by surprise but he nodded without hesitation, all his tough exterior melted away as the blush came to his face at a ridiculous speed "Okay ___ Noona..." now it was your turn to blush.

Fuck, you couldn't deny that you loved being called that name, it was one of your weaknesses and Jungwon had found it out without any trouble.

He gave you a shy little smile, letting you see his adorable dimples that you hadn't been able to see before.

Shit, he was really cute.

He walked out of your room with his heart beating fast and you allowed yourself to smile for a few seconds. They all had different personalities and you would have to learn to deal with each of them, but from your point of view, it wouldn't be that hard if they started acting like Jungwon.

It would be a long and hard process, but one that you were sure would be worth it...

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not the reader losing it for Jungwon lmao

[howlingday]

You think the Rwby guys ever do some wizard postings? No? Just me? Ok.

Jaune: HEY NEPTUNE!

Neptune: what?

Jaune: 1 2 3 4... I declare- A WIZARD WAR!

Neptune: SHIT!

Sun: WIZARD WAR?!

Jaune: I CAST- RUBBER BONES!

Ren: EVERYBODY GET DOWN!

Ozpin was no stranger to magic. In fact, long ago, he was once often referred to as the "Godfather of Magic", with his long-deceased father-in-law known as the "Father of Magic". His then-wife, now ex-wife, Salem received no such title beyond the "Queen-Mother of Grimm" and even then, only in whispers. Part of himself told him to be proud that magic was making a resurgence in recent years.

However, that part of him wasn't the Headmaster of Beacon right now. And, as such, was not permitted to speak to the five students standing before him, each having been on the receiving end of a spell cast by one of the others. He looked down the line, unsure who to begin with. So he let them do so of their own volition.

"Who wishes to speak first?"

"Jaune started it!" Neptune Vasilias waved, his entire body quivering as he was forced to be held upright or risk falling and breaking... well, anything BUT his bones because every bone in his body was now made entirely of rubber. He wobbled in the grip of his close friend and partner, Sun Wukong, who himself was trapped a cage of rusted iron. Ozpin made a mental note to have the blue-haired boy get his tetanus boosters.

"And why was that, Mr. Arc?"

Jaune Arc mumbled a response but was unable to be understood due to a mixture of his tongue being turned into a bar of soap and the suds that spilled forth from said bar. Ozpin then handed him a notepad. Jaune scribbled a response and... Oh. Well, it's a good thing there was already soap inside his mouth.

"And Mr. Wukong, if you are able to speak at all, why did you believe it was any of your business to tell Mr. Arc what Mr. Vasilias thought of Jaune's donkey-whore of a mother?" Soap suds flowed aggressively to the floor. Ozpin lifted the notepad. "Your words, Mr. Arc, not mine."

Sun didn't respond. Sun couldn't respond. The rusted iron cage not only kept the Faunus physically immobile, but mentally as well. For all the world, beyond himself, Sun was just a suit of rusty armor. But for the man himself, he was trapped in a confined prison of iron that made everything uncomfortable to touch. Even breathing hurt, as everything from his skin to his spinal chord was made of oxidized metal. Trapped... in an iron lung.

"Well, that's just wonderful. Silent." Ozpin turned to Lie Ren, who was trying to keep himself from sticking to the floor. "And as for you?"

"I'm just trying not to get caught by Nora."

"OH, REEEN~!" The named girl called from outside the office doors. "I'M COMING FOR YOU~."

"You don't seem too concerned, Mr. Ren."

"My tone may be flat, sir, but make no mistake; I'm living my literal worst nightmare."

Ozpin took a deep breath. "Let me see if I have this right. Mr. Wukong informed Mr. Arc of words that Mr. Vasilias may or may not have said-"

"I didn't!" Neptune defended, leading Jaune to argue with more bubbles.

"So Mr. Arc used magic to punish Mr. Vasilias, and he attempted to do so in kind. However, due to the nature of your ailment, you were only able to fire off one spell and hit Mr. Wukong. And in an attempt to calm everyone down, YOU fired spells on everyone in this room. Are my assumptions accurate?"

Ruby looked at the headmaster, her arms crossed over her much larger, taller body. Atop her head was a baking soda volcano, one that had already spilled vinegar-like fluid onto the floor in her frustration. Her feet were also engorged to the size of watermelons, making walking a chore in itself. Worse yet, her entire body, clothes skin and all, had the same orange texture as a carrot. She furrowed her brow.

"Well, when you put it like that, I sound like a dick."

[hyunniesgirl]

oooh Slytherin!hyunjin gives amortentia to reader after she rejects him so many timesss and after the effect gone she found out and mad oooh angst angst idk happy ending hahahahhahahaa (sorry for my bad grammar)

So this ask got me super excited!!! I love writing fantasy so count me in, babes! Please ignore any mistakes since I stopped reading Harry Potter in the forth book and just settled for the movies lmao

Here are some spells used in the story that may be confusing for my sweeties that are not into harry potter:

¹Amortentia: it's the most powerful love potion, it can't reproduce real love and it comes with dangerous side effects like a powerful infatuation or obsession. It smells differently to each person, like the things(or people) the person who's feeling the scent likes.

²Cruciatus: a spell(curse) used to torture people.

I'm using this post to celebrate reaching 200 followers 🥳, thank you for those who like what I write and keep supporting me, I'll keep working hard to bring more nice stories for you!!

I wish you would

Pairing: Slytherin!Hyunjin x fem!reader

Genre: angst, fluff

Warnings: cursing

Word count: 5,120(I'm sorry about that not really I just got very inspired)

Hyunjin is obsessed with you, everyone with eyes and ears knows that. He runs after you like a dog runs after its tail and you always try being nice, try rejecting him in a way to not hurt him but he doesn't seem to take a hint.

Your class just ended, you collect your books and walk to the corridor, feeling his eyes on you.

"What's it?" You ask, turning around to look at him. His green and black uniform matching perfectly with his blond hair. He seems taken aback with the sudden attention, since he's used to you ignoring him.

"I just wanted to give you this", he smiles, holding a paper bag to you, "Felix made brownies and I just thought you'd like a snack, I know you're studying a lot for exams"

You smile, you love brownies but you're not sure if you should accept it. It's been a day since you rejected Hyunjin… again. He doesn't seem bothered by it anymore, he just keeps coming on strong and at this point you already know it's just a trait of his personality to not give up easily. But it would seem inconsiderate to not accept, since he brought it just for you.

"Don't think too much", he shake the bag a little, "I'm just trying to look out for you"

You sigh, accepting the gift and thanking him. It's not going to kill you to be nice this one time.

After saying goodbye you head to the library, you're going to meet Seungmin to study. Your classes are not that difficult this semester, so you're just using your extra time to study for the bigger exams.

It's already past dinner time when you finish your studies, your friend gave up a few hours back and went to the dorms while you stayed to study a bit more.

You're hungry so you look at the paper bag Hyunjin gave you and look inside. The brownies have a nice scent of mint? Maybe Felix added some to the recipe.

One it's not enough, it's so good you end up eating the whole lot. Maybe you shouldn't have, you feel sick instantly after finishing it and the librarian comes running as soon as she looks at your face.

"Are you alright, darling? You look pale", she asks and you nod, maybe the exhaustion is finally hitting you.

You grab your things and walk towards the dormitories of your house, you feel your mouth dry and an empty feeling on your chest. What's going on? You look around, there's very little people in the hall since it's almost curfew time.

When you're crossing the courtyard, you see a shadow of someone hovering over and you stop in your tracks trying to discern who it is.

You tighten the hold on your wand while they get closer, only to breathe relieved seeing it's just Hyunjin.

"It's already late, you shouldn't be wandering around by yourself", he says.

"Oh, I-", you feel your cheeks warm suddenly, do you have a fever? Your hands are sweating too. "Can you help me?" You ask him, stretching your hand for him to hold, your heart beating fast to the thought of touching him. "I'm not feeling very well"

"Yeah?" He raises an eyebrow, surprised, but still takes a step closer to you, grabbing your arm with a hand and sliding his other to your waist, giving you support by embracing you entirely.

"Thanks, I don't know what came on to me", you mumble and you're not sure if he heard, until you feel him tightening the hold he has on you.

"It's okay, it's my pleasure", he whispers close to your ear and you shiver.

It's strange for you to have this kind of reaction, especially to Hyunjin. It's not that you don't like him perse, you just don't think about dating in general. You want to focus on your studies, do well on your exams and have a good career, it's your parents dream that became your dream.

His pursuit over you got boring after the fourth time you rejected him. It was fun in the beginning, he's Hwang Hyunjin after all: handsome, smart and rich, you felt special when he didn't care about all those people that would crawl after him, but would beg for just a single glance of yours. With time it started bothering you, though. It seemed like the more you rejected him, the more interested he would get.

Why did it bother you, though? It feels nice having him holding you right now, he smells like mint, his warmth is shielding you from the cold air and you think it's okay to have him by your side just for a moment.

You can't stop thinking about him, Hyunjin is the first thing in your mind when you open your eyes in the morning and the whole breakfast you spend looking for him around the great hall, thinking about what he'd like to eat and maybe if he would like to walk with you to your classes.

"Are you alright?" Seungmin's voice takes you out of your thoughts, you realize you're just staring at your food for some time now.

"Nothing", you smile slightly, "I just… do you know where Hyunjin is?"

Seungmin frowns, tilting his head to the side while analyzing you.

"Why would I know that? But most importantly, why do you want to know that?"

You sigh, going back to play with your food.

"I just miss him", you mumble, earning a gasp from your friend.

"Did you finally lose it?" He's staring at you with narrowed eyes, disgusted.

You sigh, looking around one more time and finally seeing Hyunjin entering the hall, he's talking to a girl. Who is she? Why is she smiling so much to him? Why is he smiling back at her?

Your body moves by itself, getting up and walking with heavy steps towards the entrance where Hyunjin is talking to that girl, he seems excited.

You don't like it.

"Excuse me?" You say, waiting for him to turn around. You have your arms crossed in front of your chest and a foot tapping impatiently on the floor.

He looks at you with a smile that almost makes you melt, almost. You get even angrier, did he smile like that to her too?

"Oh, y/n, what can I do for you?"

"Who is she?" You ask without even thinking, why does that matter?

"We have divination together", he answers simply, just like that, as if that was a good enough answer. He frowns in confusion when you don't say anything and keep just staring at him. "Hm, we were just talking about some crazy prophecy Trelawney came up with in the middle of our class yesterday", he finishes, hoping you're satisfied with his answer.

You take your eyes out of him, looking at the girl and lifting one eyebrow, she smiles sheepishly at you and say goodbye to Hyunjin, walking to her house's table.

"Why did you take so long?" You step closer to him, grabbing his hand and holding it with yours.

"I didn't know you were waiting", he answers, leaning closer to you with a smirk in his lips.

"Well, I'll be waiting from now on so you better get here quickly"

You turn around, facing the tables. People are staring and whispering, of course, you never gave the time of day to him, it's something unpredictable to see you being cozy.

You slide his arms over your shoulder, a message to every other person that he's yours now. You're not sure where this possessiveness is coming from but it's there and you have to make it clear.

Hyunjin didn't think the potion would actually work, he's not that good at potions. He's been trying to catch your attention for a very long time but you rejected him over and over. He could have anyone he wanted, just not you and that made him crazy in the beginning, he just wanted you more and more, he's very ambitious after all.

However, after some time, he realized his feelings were deeper than what you thought, even more than he thought.

He started noticing every little thing about you, how you frown when you concentrate too hard, how you make every little feeling of yours show in your face. How you always have to be right.

And how you didn't want anything to do with him.

He was in love with you. That made him desperate, he needed you and you kept turning him down.

So he took drastic measures, he's not sure it's the most ethical thing to do, but he's unquestionably cunning, so he would do anything to achieve his goal.

A week before he gave you the brownies, your potion's class learned how to brew amortentia and he knew he had to give it a try. He spent nights awake trying to make the perfect potion, strong enough for it to work instantly and last long enough for you to not fall out of love easily.

"Are you really going to use a love potion?" Felix asks while watching Hyunjin mix the liquid with the brownies batter.

"I need to", he answers.

"She's going to be pissed if she finds out, you know that, right?" Felix tries again, it's not easy to make Hyunjin give up when he sets his mind to something.

"At least she'll be looking at me", his answer takes Felix by surprise, he knows Hyunjin is in love with you but maybe he can't grasp the depth of his feelings.

Hyunjin decides to wait, he'll try one more time before using the charmed brownies. He sees you in the courtyard, reading. You look beautiful with your hair messed by the wind and your lips moving, pronouncing the words in the book.

"So", he starts, he always tries to be confident around you, even though every time you turn him down his self esteem takes a blow. "When are we going on that date?", he asks, sitting by your side and watching you lift your eyes out of the book to look at him.

"Hm, I don't know about that", you smile kindly. He thinks you're cute being so considerate and trying not to hurt his feelings. Maybe if you weren't so nice to him, he'd already have gotten over you.

"What do I have to do for your answer to be yes?" He asks, bending his upper body to look at your face since you're looking at the book on your lap now.

"Let's not, Hyunjin", you sigh, "you know it's always going to be no"

He swallows hard, he did wish you were harsher in your rejection but he didn't think it would hurt so much.

"I'm not going to give up", he gets up, winking at you, he's too proud to show how hurt he is. "I know you don't dislike me, so that's a win for me", he smiles at you, even though he feels like he's suffocating.

He knows your personality, if you hated the idea of him hitting on you so much, you would already have threatened to crucio him but you don't and it's not because you're too polite for that, he has seen you fight people for much less.

He goes back to the Slytherin's common room and sits in front of the fireplace. It's getting cold lately, you shouldn't stay outside so much and for so long.

He just wants you to look at him, he's sure if you just get to know him better you'll want to be with him, he'll make sure of it.

So he gives you the brownies even though he feels a bit guilty about it, it's to late to back down when he sees you already turning around the corner, heading to the library.

He's restless, not sure when you're going to eat the brownies or if you are going to actually do it, he tries playing a bit of quidditch with his friends and studying but he's too anxious to concentrate on anything other than you. So he stays close to the library, waiting for you to finish your things.

As soon as you walk by the courtyard he can tell you're sick, so he gets closer and helps you get to your common room. Did you actually ask for his help? That sounds like a dream to him, just the thought of being next to you is enough to make him the happiest person alive, feeling your warmth against his body was enough to make him melt. If you didn't need his support, he'd be laying on the floor.

After giving him a peek on the cheek and leaving him behind in the great hall, after breakfast he can feel a burning gaze and he knows exactly who it is from. Seungmin, your best friend.

You might be enchanted but he's not, and if Hyunjin doesn't give you more of the love potion, Seungmin is going to make you fall out of love, he's sure of it.

He brews more of the potion, putting it on another batch of brownies to give to you. And you love the gift, eating all of it while studying with Hyunjin in the library. You're not studying much actually, you're just looking at him and asking questions about him, what he likes to do, about his family and his friends. It's an entirely new world to have all your attention to himself, he loves it, loves to spend time with you. The longer he stays in your presence the more he's sure that he does love you, all of you.

You're feeling tired lately, you lost all the deadlines to your projects in the last two weeks and now you're having to pull all nighters to try and get them all ready before the end of the semester. You have been spending a lot of time with Hyunjin, all the time you're not in class revolves around him.

He has been giving you lots of brownies lately and you're actually getting sick of it but you don't want to be a killjoy and end up accepting it anyway, eating it when you're bored.

This was the last time you accepted it though, you're going to say that you don't want it from now on and maybe Seungmin can help you eat these ones. Your best friend is at the library, waiting for you. He's going to help you finish some details of your project.

"I brought this for you", you shake the paper bag, holding it out for him.

He opens it and looks inside.

"Why does it smells like wood?" He scowls.

"What are you talking about?" You laugh awkwardly, "it smells like mint"

He stares at you for a few seconds before gasping, his hand palming his mouth.

"That's what's wrong with you!" He gets up, throwing the paper bag in the trash and ignoring your 'hey!' in protest. "Did Hyunjin give this to you?" He asks.

"Yes, why?"

"For how long have you been eating these brownies? Did they smell like that since the first time?" He ignores your questions, he looks absolutely out of it.

"Yeah, he gave me the first one's like two weeks ago", you frown, trying to understand what he's trying to say.

"He's been giving you amortentia", he tells you, running his hand through his hair, "how did I not realize that sooner, you've been acting weird for a reason!"

You feel your heart sink, he's been doing what?

That's not possible, he would never do something like that. Right?

You gasp, looking back to the way you have been acting lately, did he really charm you? So none of the things you're feeling are really real?

You managed to stay away from him for so long and suddenly you couldn't think about anything but him, the reason was right under your nose, you can't believe you didn't notice the signs.

"How much time does it take for it to wear out?" You ask, not really remembering what the professor taught you.

"A few hours minimum, a day or two if it's strong enough", Seungmin answers, whatching you seat and look at your fingers. Your chest hurts.

"Can I stay with you tonight? The last batch he gave me was yesterday, I may be fine tomorrow morning", you want to cry, Seungmin recognizes that face. You're looking around trying to prevent the tears from falling and he wants to kill Hyunjin for that.

Seungmin has been your best friend since first year, he didn't think he would have so much in common with someone from your house, but you two just clicked. He knows you like Hyunjin but you're too focused on your future to actually see that. Every time he makes a move on you, you'll turn him down, but your friend can see your eyes lingering on his figure while he walks away, you keep looking until he disappears and then you sigh. Sometimes Seungmin even sees you giggling from something Hyunjin says and your eyes shine brighter in those moments, he's not sure how you didn't realize it yet.

After the hurt eases a bit, you start getting mad. You wake up in the morning and all you can think about is a way to murder Hwang Hyunjin. You can't believe he used you like that, like a fucking toy for him to play house with.

You see him in the corridor, he smiles looking at you and opens his arms, waiting for a hug with a big smile on his face. Disgusting, that's all you can think.

"My love"

You walk confidently to him, taking him by surprise by hitting him in the face with a mixture of punch and slap, doing the movement of a slap but hitting him with your closed fist. He bends down, touching his cheek and looking at you, betrayal in his eyes.

"You fucking asshole!" You're seeing red, you didn't think you'd feel so livid seeing him, you're so hurt, so angry.

"Babe?" He looks at you like you're the one in the wrong.

"Don't", you take a deep breath, looking around to try and ease your anger, "don't call me that. You used a fucking love potion on me? What kind of loser does that?"

He gasps, he didn't think you'd find out about it, not so soon. He was sure he could make you fall in love with him and later on he would tell you about what he did.

Hyunjin could have anyone, there are dozens of people falling on their knees for him, you just can't understand why it has to be you.

"Let me explain, yeah?" He tries, taking a step closer and trying to hold your hands but you step back, glaring even harder at him.

"Don't touch me" you say, gritting your teeth, "you're disgusting"

You turn around, seeing the amount of people looking at your fight with shocked expressions in their faces. Of course no one's going to believe he gave you a love potion, he doesn't need that, he's Hwang Hyunjin.

That makes you even angrier.

You walk fast away from there, you can't believe you have to go through this kind of thing and the worst part is, why does it hurt so much? The effects of the potion must have ended by now, then why do you feel like you can't breath? The tears run out of your eyes without your permission and the hiccups come naturally with the painful cries.

You feel tired, frustrated, overwhelmed but most of all you feel heartbroken. There's no more potion tempering with your feelings but you still feel a lot of different emotions you shouldn't be feeling. It's not possible that you really like him.

The right reaction is for you to curse him, feel mad about all he's done and hate him with all your being. But you're feeling hurt and you want to curse at him, obviously you're angry about what he's done, but you're worried about him too, maybe you were too harsh.

No.

You'll not let any feelings you have let him get away with manipulating you. If you really do like him you're just going to have to stop.

Hyunjin can't eat, can't sleep, can't study, in other words, he can't function properly. You don't speak to him, you don't look at him, you don't even aknowledge his existence.

You don't eat when he's in the great hall, you will sit in the fartest seat from him when you're in the same class and everytime he tries talking to you, your personal bodyguard, Seungmin, prevents him from doing it.

He can't live like this, Hyunjin feels like he's about to die at any moment and he just doesn't know what to do.

Felix is too nice to actually say it but he looks at Hyunjin with that 'I told you so' look and just watches again as his friend sits in his bed and spends minutes staring at nothing.

"Was it that bad?" He asks but he already knows the answer. The whole school is in uproar after you punched him in the middle of the corridor before classes started, so to say everyone knows about what happened it's an understatement.

"She's not even looking at me", Hyunjin says finally and Felix sighs, sitting by his side and patting his back.

"I think you should give her some time", Hyunjin scowls after hearing that, even though he knows his friend is probably right.

It hurts so much, even more than when you just ignored him. Because now that he felt your warmth, he can't live without it.

Since Seungmin met you, this is the first time he has to worry about you. Even when you pulled all-nighters studying or joined too many extracurricular activities, you always took care of yourself. This time though, you're not.

Your grades are back to normal and your projects are all ready a week before the deadline but at what cost? You are not sleeping properly, there are huge eyebags under your eyes and you lost weight, your hair is always a mess and your clothes are far from your usual tidy style. He knows you realized your feelings for Hyunjin and you're just trying to bury them without actually trying to understand them and he just doesn't know what to do to help you. Every time he tries talking about it, you'll brush it aside and tell him you're not in the mood for that.

The winter holidays come to you like a gift and a curse, you don't have lots of work to take care of so you can rest but you don't have lots of work to take care of so you don't have anything to distract yourself from your wandering thoughts, those ones that always end up on the same person.

You never thought it would be so hard to get over someone, in some way your brain probably knew that the moment you let someone walk past your walls it wouldn't be easy to undo the damage made. That's why you always run from Hyunjin, because it would be torturous to stay away from him after you let your feelings be known.

As the weeks go by, your anger subside a bit. You still can't forgive what he did but you miss him too much to still be mad. You were pretty confident in the first few weeks, concentrating all your energy in your classes and projects, trying to forget about him. However, the more time passed, the more you thought you actually liked him… way before the amortentia happened.

You two met each other in your first year, but you were children that didn't care about the opposite sex and it went like that till fifth year, when you two turned fifthteen and puberty just hit him like a truck over summer break. He came back taller, his voice changed a bit too and his facial expressions as a whole were sharper, more eye-catching than ever.

It wasn't different for Hyunjin, however you always caught his eye. When he was younger he thought you were cute for a girl and he has never been easy to impress. When you grew up you became so pretty he couldn't take his eyes out of you. That was the first time he ever asked someone out and the first time he was rejected, it really hurt his pride. And now, finishing your seventh year, it's the first time you're realizing that maybe he fell first but you fell harder.

The classes come back in the blink of an eye, you're not sure you're happy or sad about it since you don't know what to do with the whole Hyunjin situation.

It all gets worse when you see him in the corridor, he's looking around, fidgeting and you just know he's waiting for you.

You try walking past him, but he lifts his eyes as if he felt your presence and you see the corner of his mouth going downwards and his lips quivering.

"Can- can we talk?" He pleads, his voice shaking, it's too much for him to finally see you again, finally have you looking at him again.

You look down, trying to decide what to do and end up nodding, turning around and leading him to an empty classroom. He closes the door and watches as you wander around the class, brushing your fingers on the table's surface, avoiding looking at him.

"How are you?" He asks finally, after a few minutes of torturous, awkward silence.

"Just fine", you answer, looking at every piece of the room but not at him. You're afraid that if you look him in the eyes you're going to cave in and you just can't give in so easily.

"I'm having a really hard time", he tells you.

"Didn't ask", you stop in your tracks, annoyed with yourself because it hurts to be mean to him. "Let's get this over with", you manage to say, even though the ache in your chest is making it difficult to breathe.

He sighs, running his hands through his hair.

"I- I'm really sorry about what I did, y/n, can you please forgive me?" He begs and you finally turn around, trying to keep your cool, the anger is coming again and you feel your face hot.

"Are you asking me to forgive you for tampering with my feelings? Or for pulling this shit just because you're obsessed with something you can't have?"

He frowns, it's not like that, he knows that but clearly you don't.

"Y/N, I have wanted you all the same since the beginning. I can't have anyone else, not because I'm obsessed but because I'm in love with you", he takes a step towards you, "you make me feel alive, that's why I keep trying over and over again"

You're taken aback by the confession, so shocked you don't even notice how close he got to you in a few moments but you can't let him get away from this, not when your pride is involved.

"Do you think it's fair to make someone like you just because you like them? Would you ever have told me about what you did or would you keep me like a fucking toy until you were tired of playing with me?"

He stares at you for a moment, a desperate look on his face. He wasn't trying to hurt you. He was selfish, he knows that and you have the right to not want anything to do with him anymore, but he has to try earning you back.

"I know I shouldn't have gave you a love potion, I know it's wrong and I did know you wouldn't like having your feelings messed with", he takes one of your hands and puts it in his chest, right above his heart and for the first time since you found out about what he did, you don't want to pull your hand away from his touch. "I was going to tell you, I swear, I just wanted to make you really look at me and see it was worth giving me a chance", he smiles sadly, "you are right to hate me after what I did but if you do forgive me I swear that I'll make up for it every day of our lives and I'll make you happier than you ever thought could be possible. It's going to be my goal, my mission, the biggest of my ambitions"

You sigh, it hurts. Logically, you shouldn't forgive him. But love is not logical and you want to accept his proposal. You know it's dumb and you know it's risky but never in your life did you really make a choice that you wanted to. You had to be a good student so your teachers would like you, you had to behave so your family would be proud of you, you had to have good grades so your parents would be satisfied, because they told you you needed to have the greatest career and that became your dream, but you never stopped to think about what you really wanted.

"If you didn't use the potion, would you keep trying to win me over?" You whisper, trying to decide what answer to give him.

"Yes, probably forever. Until you threatened to kill me or married someone else", he smiles, "not going to assure you I wouldn't try stealing you from your partner, but that would hold me back a little", he chuckles.

You sigh, why must you like him so much?

"I swear I'll make you regret it if you ever use any magic on me again", you say through gritted teeth, glaring at him, "and I like the thing you said about making up for it our whole lives"

A big smile grows on his lips and you feel your cheeks getting hot, how can someone be this beautiful?

"Then, will you give me another chance?" He asks in a breath.

"I'll let you take me on a date and I'll decide after that"

He smiles widely, throwing his arms around you and kissing the top of your head.

"I'll make it be a yes", he whispers, squeezing you more in his embrace.

You know you'll forgive him completely soon, Hyunjin can't hide his emotions from you so you know he's telling the truth but you sure as hell are not going to make it easy for him.

[pandora-writes-one-piece]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!! May you all wishes come trueeee!!!!! 🥹✨

I thought of Werewolf!Kid with “What if I kissed you right now? Would you stop me?" prompt? When his s/o gets to know what he truly is? I wish for a happy endinggg! Tysm for reading it and once more HAPPY BIRTHDAYYYYYYYY!!!

This was actually the first request I got for my birthday event! I'm so sorry, Anon, that I only got to write it now! If you're still there, I hope you read this! Thank you so much for the birthday wishes, even if I'm only replying nine months later!

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Love me or leave me

Word Count: 5069

Tags: gn!reader; werewolf!Kid; alternate universe; medieval setting; gore; violence; blood; slight angst; love confessions; self-loathing;

Special Warning: English is not my first language, I apologise for any possible spelling or grammar mistakes.

Summary: Your village is the battleground of a century-old battle between werewolves and vampires. When your only certainty is your hate for the monsters and your love for Kid, the truth that comes out during the latest battle threatens to unravel all you believe. Forced to make an impossible choice, you need to weigh how much of your humanity you are willing to sacrifice.

Notes: This was supposed to be like 2k long... it escalated. Also had to double-check the request because I was about to make it a very bad ending! Sorry, not sorry! I know I should be posting Imperfect, but I'm late again. I humbly offer this to appease any anger! Love you all!

|Masterlist|

The wind howled through the vale in unforgiving surges, its sharp bite reminding you that winter was much closer than the turning of days left in the season.

It had rained during the night, so you left your house at the crack of dawn, waiting diligently for the first light before you set foot outside the dilapidated village’s gate. No matter how eager you might’ve been to get your hands on some game, this was one of your dad’s cardinal rules to follow: if shadows stay, don’t dare to stray.

So, as soon as the first tentative ray of light shone through the bent iron teeth of the gate, you were off.

There were no deer to account for in the dense woods. Once, these woods had been brimming with life, especially after a rainy night. Now… you’d be lucky to get your hands on a hare or a squirrel. 

Every crack of wood, every whoosh through the leaves, every howl of the wind made the hair on the back of your neck stand up. You had nocked the ashwood arrow on the bow, ready to fly at the first sound of trouble. The sun might’ve been up, but these woods were dense and thick, more shadow than sunshine seeping through the falling leaves and thick boughs. 

You couldn’t risk an encounter with one of them. That’s why the ashwood arrows you were carrying were also consecrated. Leave nothing to chance — another cardinal rule.

The words your father used to utter were still etched deeply into your very soul. They had kept you alive in these beast-infested lands for years. 

And you planned on living many more.

-*-

There was mud everywhere. 

You left the packed market street lighter than when you came in, and far dirtier — and that was saying a lot, since you had spent most of the morning deep in the woods. The rain from yesterday had upturned the dirt and filth from the busiest street in the village, and trekking through the crowded mass of tents, stalls, and grubby bodies made the task of staying relatively clean impossible. 

You’d have to run down by the lake to give your clothes a thorough wash before the sun set; it wasn’t like you had clothes and boots to spare, anyway. And these days, the sun set rather fast. But the wards around the church needed to be replenished before that, and maybe, if there were enough salt left, the ones around your own home too. 

You were so deep in thought that you barely sensed a presence before a hand groped your ass. But it took you less than a second to twist your body and hold your sharp, bone-handled dagger against the assailant’s throat. 

“Easy there, sweetheart,” the man purred, hands raised in the air, a familiar cocky grin twisting his lips. 

“You could’ve lost your head, Kid,” you grunted, shoving him with your palms against his buffy chest. He barely moved. The man was massive, nearly two meters tall, built like a bull, with shaggy red hair and scars all over his face and torso. He screamed ‘dangerous’.

A loud guffaw escaped his lips as he pulled you by the waist, flushing your body against his and nuzzling your neck with his nose. “Ain’t a chance in hell of that happenin’, but I admire the confidence.”

Smug bastard. 

“Maybe I’ll cut off another head, then,” you taunted, one hand slithering between your bodies to palm the hardness forming in his crotch. 

He let out a low grunt, and his fingers dipped into your waist. “I seem tae recall that ye care a great deal for that particular head. Maybe even more than the one on me shoulders, I reckon.”

“Meh,” you started. “I’m sure I could find anoth—”

“Better no’ finish that sentence,” he threatened, a hint of jealousy and anger lacing his words. 

“Or what?” 

“Or ye dannae get tae play with any head,” he said with a grin as you pouted at his words. Then, without giving you any time to reply, he curled his hand around the back of your neck and crashed his lips against yours, immediately nipping at your lower lip with his wickedly sharp teeth until you relented and allowed him entry. 

“Cruel thing,” you taunted, panting as he pulled back after a while. 

“Missed ye last night. Godsdamned night patrol.”

You sighed and pecked him on the lips once more before locking your fingers with his and starting the trek back home. Eustass Kid was one of the guards stationed at your village, and had been for years. He was one of the first Kingsguard to come to protect it, back when there were still funds and the patrols were heavily armed and manned. Now, only a few remained: underarmed, undersupplied, underpaid.

The only reason the king hadn’t fully pulled the force back was that your village had a most precious gold mine. But it was located in a very unlucky place, an in-between territory of a centuries-old war between werewolves and vampires. And its inhabitants were the unfortunate casualties of it.

You hated the beasts, all of them. Vampires and werewolves were equally at fault for what had happened to your family. First, your mother, then your father, and your siblings. All gone in the same month. Fuel to feed their aching bellies and support them in an inane war where no beast won, but all humans lost. 

You hated them with the fury of an entire legion. 

“How was huntin’?” Kid asked, chasing away your thoughts and nodding at the cloth bag slung over your shoulder. 

“Scarce. Draining,” you sighed. “I caught a big, fat hare, though,” you added proudly, grinning at him. 

“Aye? Where is it?”

Your shoulders slumped. “Traded it for salt. Figured it was time to replenish the wards, and being alive beats being hungry any day, right?”

He nodded solemnly, then grinned back at you, looping one finger through the hoop of the bag and lifting it. “And yer carryin’ all that salt by yer wee self? Want a real man tae carry it?”

You shoved him playfully and adjusted the strap back on your shoulder. “I do! When you see one, let me know.”

He smirked at you, that wide, mischievous smirk that had gotten you into trouble many times before. The one that promised all the naughty things and reminded you why it had been so hard to admit you loved him. 

Because the beasts took everything away. And you didn’t want to lose him. 

At first, you’d taken Kid into your bed - after much insistence on his part - because you needed to let out your anger and frustrations, and what better way to do it than with mind-blowing, problem-erasing sex?

But then things evolved. And though it took you a few years to admit it, you loved the smug bastard. And he loved you back. He’d proven it time and again. 

You stopped with a sigh and stared at the church. You’d go to your home first, then to the church, and finally to the lake. That was the plan, anyway. 

“The full moon is in a week,” you whispered, shifting the flirty mood quickly. “Though I saw traces of vampire activity in the woods today. They’re getting bolder.”

Vampires usually left the village alone during the month; it was only when the full moon neared, a day or two before, that they would come and feast, to be strong enough to fight the hordes of wolves. Yet now…

The church bells began ringing. A loud, alarmed call, not the usual summons to prayer, but a warning sign.

“Get the fuck inside!” Kid roared, shoving you to get you moving and reaching for his sword, fiery eyes already scanning the horizon and the sky for approaching threats. 

“The children…” you whispered, your gaze on the church doors, where one of the elders taught them the folklore and the history of your world during the day. “I’ll meet you at the mine!” you yelled back, already sprinting towards the building, ignoring Kid’s distressed shout.

The sun hid behind the clouds, rain gathering in their darkness, ready to pour down at a moment’s notice. And out of them, shadows descended, swooping over the village. Then the screaming began. 

All-too-familiar screams of surprise and pain. And then the begging, and the gurgling sound of defeat. Swallowing down a lump in your throat, you nocked an arrow into your bow and pulled on the string, ready to fire as your steps raced you towards the church. 

With a kick and a muttered apology to the gods above, either the ancient ones or the one worshiped at this altar, you entered and turned your back on the inside of the building, aiming your arrow towards the grey sky. 

“Get out! I’ll lead you to the mine where it’s safe!” Your shout echoed inside the church, its high ceiling carrying your voice like an ominous warning. 

“No!” an alarmed elderly voice answered from the inside. “The church is safe! It’s always been!”

Shadows curled in the air in front of you, fast and swift, before a shape came along. With a snarl, a vicious vampire snapped his fangs your way, one foot already on the threshold of the church door. 

Too close!

But the arrow was already nocked, the string already humming with unreleased tension. So you lowered the tip and aimed for the heart, letting it fly the short distance between you. 

It struck true, and the combination of ashwood and the holiness of the consecration did its job. The beast erupted into flames, shrieking so loudly you had to fight the urge to cover your ears, opting instead to nock another arrow. 

“The wards are down! They were going to be replenished today! The mine is safe!” You turned back, finding the panicked gaze of an elder man, a salt-and-pepper beard covering his wrinkled face. “Please! I’ll get you there safely!”

When they started towards you, you breathed in relief, then refocused your attention outside, ignoring the pained screams, the singing of swords being brandished, and the pleading. So much pleading. 

You aimed for two more vampires, and they fell writhing, but you only had two more ashwood arrows. Then your dagger would have to do. 

While you ushered the children towards the mine, urging them to move fast and instructing the older ones to help the youngest, your eyes swept the village’s center, searching for a mane of red hair, for a frenzied man fighting off threats, but you couldn’t see him. He was probably right in the middle of all the action, as usual.

Reckless, reckless man!

Two guards came rushing towards you, blood, gore, and ash clinging to their skin like armor, but you let out a relieved breath. “Take them to the mines! Hurry!”

They took over for you, the mine entrance a few meters ahead. Safety. Shadows still lurked around the village, though the screams were fading. You hoped that meant the people had managed to retreat towards the mine instead of them having fallen prey to the beasts. 

There!

Suddenly, a flash of red caught your attention, and you rushed towards it. Kid was surrounded by three vampires who seemed to be snickering and taunting him. Kid was weighing his options, knowing that if he lunged for one, he’d leave his back open for another to claim. 

No room to think. 

Barely a breath later, you aimed. Centered your balance. Shot. 

One fell with a shriek, the other two snapped their hissing heads in your direction, and a beat later, they were both beheaded by Kid’s great sword. 

Relief crashed down in relentless waves as you saw he was all right, and his face was a mirror of yours. You took one step towards him and then—

A cold hand wrapped around your neck, one of them blinking into existence right in front of you, without any time to nock an arrow and certainly not enough time to unsheathe your dagger. 

He lifted you off your feet before you had the chance to blink, and you knew this was it.

You were going to die. 

The beast snarled and opened his unnatural, gaping mouth, fangs glistening with saliva and blood, putrid, hot breath overwhelming your senses. 

You were going to die. 

You glanced at Kid, because it was a much better choice to have him be your last vision than this foul, wicked creature, but he was gone. And then it all happened too fast and too slow at the same time. 

Something lurched against the vampire, ripping him away from you, tearing his death grip loose as you fell to the floor, gasping for air and blindly reaching for your last ashwood arrow. 

You nocked it, knowing without looking that Kid had been the one to rip the beast from you, but when you turned and aimed… there were two beasts rolling on the floor in a heated fight. 

The vampire and…

Kid. 

Except Kid was not Kid. His face had half-turned into something with an elongated snout, his teeth were sharp, vicious, and dripping saliva. Half of him - an arm, a leg, his torso - was covered in shaggy red fur, his limbs contorting and snapping as he transformed. Unearthly howls left his feral mouth as if the transformation was destroying him. 

He was a werewolf. 

No. No. No. No.

You couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe. Kid was the monster from your nightmares. You still held the bow taut, ready to fire, but your hand was shaking, following the two beasts as the infernal howls and roars filled the empty village.

Until a final roar erupted from the vampire’s mouth as Kid sank his unnatural fangs into its neck, ripping half of the beast’s throat in one bite and using one hand and a clawed paw to tear apart the remaining tendons, muscles, and veins that held the head and torso together. 

Thick, black blood sprayed everywhere, darkening the bright red of Kid’s fur, and time stood still. Your heart thundered away, and in your mind, a broken word repeated itself to oblivion, tainting happy memories of the time you and Kid shared. 

No. No. No. No.

Kid’s transformation had somehow halted, and the rational part of your brain wondered how he’d even managed to tap into the beast’s power when the full moon was still a week away. 

But all you could think about was how he was one of them. He was a beast that you hated. And he had lied to you. Comforted you when you cried for your lost family, held you close as danger approached, and—

A gasp left your lips at the sudden realisation. You never found it odd that he was nowhere to be seen during the full moon. After all, he was a guard, and during that week, the whole village sought refuge inside the mines, under the mountain, surrounded by wards. 

You never saw him during that week. Never.

Because he was one of them.

You steadied your bow, lowering it until your remaining arrow was pointed straight at Kid’s heart. He was panting through his snout, orange eyes flaring brighter than you’d ever seen them, but opened wide. “Don’t…” 

You could tell that he wasn’t pleading for his life. He was asking you not to look at him like the monster he was. A sob ripped through your throat, and your knuckles whitened with the grip you had on the bow. 

“Liar!” Tears flowed freely down your cheeks, blurring your vision, but you did nothing to stop them. Oh gods, you were so nauseous, you were going to be sick. This could not be happening. It could not. “You’re a fucking liar!” you repeated the accusation, the pain in your voice forcing a whine out of him as he retreated a few steps, holding one arm and one paw up.

“I wanted—”

“How long? How fucking long?” Gods, gods, the roaring in your head was too much to bear. The pain in your chest, all-consuming. This couldn’t be true, couldn’t!

He retreated again because you had taken a menacing step towards him. The arrow trembled, your arm failed you, but your rage was so sharp it alone could kill. 

“For a very long time. Before ye.” Kid’s voice still sounded human. More gravelly, touched by something unnatural but not unkind. He hadn’t shifted completely and still stood in his half-form, pleading with you.

No, no, no, no, no!

Rapid breaths left your lungs as you let the bow and arrow clatter to the floor. You sank to your knees and punched the ground, clamping one hand on your throat to keep the pain and nausea contained. 

“You didn’t think I deserved to know this?” your voice was but a croak, and you didn’t dare look back at him. 

“I ain’t never asked for this! Fuck! I stand ma feckin’ ground and defend this village with all I have! I defend ye! Ye think I want this? I bind meself tae the feckin’ woods every godsdamned month! Have tae hide ma feckin’ trail and ma feckin’ scent just tae avoid bein’ gutted by bloodsuckers! Have tae suffer through ma own wards just tae survive another week! Tae come back tae ye!”

His words wounded like knives through your heart. That he would go through all of this just to be close to you. He could’ve fled to one of the packs in the mountains; he seemed big enough to be an Alpha or a Beta, at least — even in this half-shifted form. You could only imagine the size of him with the full transformation. But he had stayed. He had endured. 

For you. 

“Oh, gods… I…” You lifted your face to stare back at him, a grimace twisting your features. “I loved you, Kid…”

The sound he let out was anything but human, and you sobbed again when it reverberated inside your chest. 

“Loved?”

Loved. Because how could you love a beast? How could you love a monster? How could you love what helped kill your family and take away all the love in your life?

But before you could answer or even before he could demand to know more, a sudden gust of wind turned everything into uproar. Leaves scattered, mud splattered, and you raised your arm to shield your eyes from the grit being thrown around. 

When the dust settled, the shadows remained, like a living creature themselves. The stench of fresh blood and something rotten hit you before you even got a glimpse at what you were facing: two vampire overlords. The rulers of the clans in the mountains, most certainly. They stood behind Kid, creepy smirks twisting their thin lips into ghoulish smiles, pale skin misty with the drizzle of rain that was starting to pour from the skies they had flown down from, and their eyes… their blood-red eyes shone with hunger and cruelty.

“RUN!” Kid’s warning turned into a growl as he twisted on his haunches, using his paw to sink his claws into the neck of one of them. 

The hit never landed. 

Your heart thumped against your chest in a fast tempo, and your breath came in heaves and whizzes. You managed to get up, fingers already slipping against the damp wood of the bow. Kid attacked with his claws and his muzzle, teeth snapping and fangs flashing, but the overlords didn’t stay still long enough for his hits to strike. They turned into shadows and mist, slipping through his fingers. 

You turned, swallowing down a lump, and angled your body to race to the mines. Kid roared. And you stopped. 

You turned back to the fray just in time to see Kid grabbing one of the overlords by the throat, one that had slashed Kid in the shoulder, and slamming it against the muddy ground. You could’ve sworn the ground itself shook with the force of the hit. 

“RUN, GODSDAMNIT!” he roared again, sweat, blood, and gore covering him whole. You could see he was trying to fully shift into a werewolf so he could stand a chance, because as a half-man, half-beast, he was easy prey to the two overlords. But the full moon was not out. It would not be for a full week. He was powerless.

You took a step back, eyes never leaving the fighting beasts, then another, and another, and—

You owed him nothing. He had lied to you. Omitted crucial information about himself when he knew well enough how much you hated werewolves and vampires and all manner of supernatural beasts. 

He lied! He lied! He lied!

But he also loved you.

Yes, he was a monster. The kind of monster that lived inside your head, in your nightmares. But he was also the man who protected you, kept you safe, and made you happy. The man who turned your empty life into something bearable, something worth living. 

Yes, the beasts had taken everything away from you. But he had given it all back.

You couldn’t leave him. You couldn’t let him die. 

With a steadying breath, you nocked your last ashwood arrow, sending a prayer to the gods above, to any gracious enough to hear your plea, and then aimed.

One of the overlords was pinning Kid to the ground, his hands gripping Kid’s wrists and forcing them to an unnatural angle behind his back. The other was preparing to rip out Kid’s throat. 

That one was your target. 

You didn’t lose another second to idle thoughts. You just let the arrow fly true. 

It sliced through the air and rain, the cold and dampness, and struck the overlord in the back. It plunged so deep and fast it came out the other side. 

The overlord screeched for a fraction of a second before dissolving into black, putrid ash. The other turned his sights on you, but before he could lunge, Kid twisted his body and pinned him to the floor, one bony, furry knee pressing down on the beast’s neck. 

With two fast strides, you were next to them, your dagger letting out a beautiful song before you plunged its sacred blade into the monster’s neck, letting it sink to the hilt. 

It too dissolved into nothingness. 

It was over. 

You both panted, trying to catch your breath, letting your bodies catch up with your emotions.

Then Kid grunted, falling on his knees while tremors shook his body. Bones snapped, cracked, and returned to normal. After a few seconds, he was your Kid again. 

“Why didnae ye run?” He sounded pained not just from exhaustion, but from so much more. 

“I couldn’t leave you… I—” You slumped to the floor, everything too heavy to bear. “I couldn’t let you die.”

Kid was still shaking, his face crumpled into a grimace as the relentless rain poured heavily on his back, pooling around his torn clothes and mixing with black blood and wet ash. 

“Ye should’ve. I kept the truth from ye. I am the monster ye fear.” His teeth snapped as he clenched them shut. They were still abnormally enlarged, big fangs pressing down on his lower lip, somehow not drawing blood. “I just…” 

Kid slumped forward, elbows hitting the mud as his body shook and trembled, bones and muscles still settling back to those of a man instead of a beast. 

“I tried tae tell ye so many times. But I always choked up. I… didnae want tae lose ye.” Kid’s voice cracked, and he looked away from you. His hair clung to his eyes in bright, wet strips as the rain increased around you. 

“I don’t know you, Kid. I don’t know who you are,” you sobbed. Your hand still gripped the bone handle of your dagger as if your life depended on it. You gazed at it, and then at Kid. 

He saw it. 

His eyes narrowed with pain, and he knelt in the mud, facing you with his back straight, letting you know that if you wanted, he would face death at your hands. 

“You knew what happened to my family, and you still never said anything. You taught me how to handle myself and, shit—you gave me this,” you said, opening your palm to show him the dagger. Your hand was trembling so much that you wouldn’t be surprised if it fell into the mud. “You swore to protect me from the monsters when you were one of them!”

“I ain’t like ‘em!” Kid growled. His eyes flashed brighter, and you could hear his bones snapping, as if anger and rage were trigger enough to set his shapeshifting in motion. “I don’t kill for sport! I protect. I set up ward after ward tae keep me away from the village! Tae keep me contained in the woods where I can rip ‘em tae shreds. I never wanted tae hurt ye…”

You gripped the dagger again, getting up on wobbly feet and moving towards him. Even on his knees, he was massive. You’d never seen a man this large; you should’ve known. 

“Why didn’t you tell me the truth… there were so many opportunities…” You spent so much time together. Kid spent most nights in your bed. You used all the time you managed to steal away from your responsibilities to be with each other… why?

He sagged. His whole body deflated in defeat as you took step after step towards him, your dagger dripping with wet rain, still stained from the black blood of the overlord. 

“Because… because for ye I wanted tae be a man. No’ a beast, no’ a monster… just someone ye could love.” You stopped when the sorrow in his voice hit you like a slap. Your eyes sought his, and what you saw in them wasn’t blind rage or unnatural fury. It was love and guilt and pain and grief. “I wanted tae be somethin’ good for once…”

You understood that. 

And you hated how much you didn’t hate him for it. 

Because all he wanted was to feel human. 

“I loved you, Kid…” you croaked. The words felt like shards in your throat, and you couldn’t stop the tears from flowing even if you wanted to. The rain picked up and drowned every other sound except the thrumming of your heart against your hollow chest. “I loved the man you were.”

“I’m still him,” Kid said. 

You took another wobbly step and set one hand on his shoulder. The other gripped the dagger and trembled. 

“I would’ve loved all the ugliness too, if you’d given me half the chance and time, but now…” You felt exhausted. Your bones were weary, and your mind was racing. He was a monster… he was a beast… he was the face of your nightmares. 

“Do what ye have tae do,” Kid conceded. Then, with a deep breath, he wrapped his calloused hand around yours and held the dagger to his throat. “Do what ye feel is right.”

Your breath came in sharp bursts. Your hand trembled, even in his grasp, and you hesitated. The weight of everything pressed on your back like a boulder; the rawness of his love bled inside your veins. 

“If ye want tae kill me, I will no’ stop ye. If ye want tae banish me away—” His voice broke, and when he swallowed hard, the tip of the dagger broke skin. A tiny droplet of blood ran down his neck and gathered on the hollow of his throat. Your eyes followed its path. “—I will no’ stop ye. But if there’s any chance that ye still feel the way I do—”

Your breath hitched, and he gripped your hand tighter, willing you to look him in the eyes. Your lower lip trembled so much that you had to bite down on it just to get it to stop. 

Kid reached out with his other hand and cupped your cheek with it, his thumb silently wiping the trail of tears and rain, of blood and anguish.

“Do ye—?” His breathy voice broke again, and you felt the way his hand shook against your skin. “Do ye still love me?”

Yes. Yes. Yes.

“I don’t know…”

“What if I kissed ye right now?” He shuffled closer, but didn’t loosen his grip on the dagger. Another droplet fell and pooled together with the one from before. 

Together…

“Would ye stop me?”

You opened your mouth, ready to answer, but only a sob and a ragged breath came out. The hand you had on his shoulder gathered the fabric of his shirt and clenched, like you couldn’t pull away, like you couldn’t bear to part with him. 

Was that answer enough?

“Please…” Kid begged. His free hand gripped the back of your thigh in an all-too-familiar gesture, sending tingles up your spine. 

“Try me…” It was a compromise. You didn’t admit to wanting him, but you didn’t admit to not wanting him. There were too many conflicting emotions inside of you, and you couldn’t make sense of any of them. 

Kid leaned forward slowly, angling his head towards you. He gulped again and hesitated, giving you enough time to pull back or to shove the dagger into his throat. You did neither. 

And then his lips met yours tentatively. He had never kissed you with so much tenderness and softness, and time stood perfectly still as you adjusted to your feelings. 

But then the soft thud of the dagger falling in the mud woke you, and you buried your fingers into his hair, gripping him and pulling him towards you in a devastating kiss. 

Kid groaned, both hands on the back of your thighs now, pulling you flush against him and opening his mouth. He swiped his tongue along the seam of your lips, begging entrance into your mouth, your heart, your soul.

You let him. 

You didn’t know what would happen later, or tomorrow, or next month. But in this moment, you were only glad Kid was alive and with you.

Even when you could still taste the blood in his mouth, even when you still felt the sharpness of his fangs, even when the monster he was lay just under the surface of the man you were kissing. 

Whatever came next could wait.

He was still the man you fell in love with. 

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