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[starset21]

Miss Possessive

Did I just write a Lando fic? Yes, yes I did. Based slightly of Tate McRae's song Miss Possessive.

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She watched as Lando leaned casually against the bar, his laugh ringing out over the crowd. It was one of those nights where everything seemed perfect—the city lights casting a warm glow, the music pulsing through the air, and Lando, always the center of attention, smiling like he had no care in the world. They’d been friends for months, the kind of friendship where you know each other’s quirks, jokes, and dreams, but somewhere along the way, something shifted. Maybe it was the way he looked at her when they joked around or the soft touches when he’d reassure her after a bad day. She wasn’t sure when, but she knew she fell for him. Hard. And watching him now, her heart squeezed a little tighter.

A model—tall, gorgeous, and all curves—was eyeing him from across the room, the corners of her red lips curling into an inviting smile. She tossed her hair back, making sure her gaze lingered a little too long on him. She could feel her stomach tighten as she approached him, her steps slow and calculated. “Lando,” she purred, her voice smooth like velvet. “It’s so nice to see you out tonight.” She made note of the way Lando smiled at her—polite, distant, but still… he didn’t push her away. He was too polite, too kind to be rude. Her fingers tightened around her glass, and she felt a cold surge of jealousy wash over her. She had never realized how possessive she could feel. The model leaned closer, laughing at something he said, her fingers brushing his arm lightly. She bit her lip, trying to hold back the wave of frustration.

What was she supposed to do with this feeling? She’d always been the quiet one, the one who didn’t make scenes. But tonight, she couldn’t stop it. She couldn’t let her think she had any chance. Without even realizing it, she stood up, walking over to them. She could hear her heartbeat pounding in her ears. “Hey, Lando,” she said, her voice a little sharper than usual. His head snapped toward her, a flash of relief crossing his face when he saw her. “Can I steal you away from the her for a moment,” she asked. Lando’s smile softened, and he excused himself from the model, his eyes flickering to her with curiosity.

The model, clearly irritated, gave him a final glance before turning away, leaving them standing there. “I thought you were going to let me have a little fun tonight,” Lando teased as she grabbed his hand, pulling him away from the crowd. “She was undressing you with her eyes. And I don’t share,” she replied boldly but quietly, not looking him in the eye, the possessiveness bubbling up inside was unmistakable. She could feel the heat of the crowded bar pressing in on her, the chatter around them growing louder as people danced and laughed. But all she could focus on was Lando—his tousled hair, the glint of mischief in his eyes, and the lingering warmth of his hand as she held onto it a little too tightly.

As they moved away, the crowd seemed to part, and she couldn’t help but notice how many eyes followed him. He had this effortless charm, the kind of charisma that made people flock to him without even trying. She hated that, but she also loved it, too. For a moment, Lando didn’t say anything. He just followed her until he deemed the area of the club good enough and stopped, forcing her to look at him. His hand came up and brushed a strand of hair away from her face. “I never thought you’d be the jealous type,” Lando chuckled, stepping closer to her. “Maybe I’m not,” she muttered, glancing up at him. “But I think I am when it comes to you.” His expression softened, and there was something in his eyes—a tenderness, an understanding. “Well, lucky for you,” he said with a smirk, “I don’t plan on sharing either.” 

She felt the words settle between them, the vulnerability in both of them suddenly palpable. She took in a shaky breath, unsure of how to respond, but in that moment, everything felt clearer. Lando smiled, a gentle, reassuring grin, and it made her heart flutter, as if the world had shifted to just the two of them. "You're mine, didn’t you know?" he said with a teasing smirk, but his eyes were softer, his tone different—more serious than it had ever been before. She blinked, her breath catching in her throat. “I think I’m okay with that,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Lando leaned in, his face inches from hers, and for a split second, everything around them seemed to fade. The music, the crowd, even the tension—it all vanished. He leaned in just enough to brush his lips against hers, a quick kiss, the simple gesture sending a wave of warmth through her chest. "You don't have to fight for me, you know," he murmured, his lips brushing her forehead next as he pulled back just slightly to meet her gaze. "I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.” 

[post-it-notes7]

Your tags on the Star Warrior senses post about being able write incomprehensible paragraphs on the subject have me so interested in what you have to say! Your world building is so intriguing and I’d love to know more if you were ever interested in the ramble :)

Ahah thank you anon, I'll take the opportunity then! Better buckle in, folks.

It's been quite a while since I've touched the subject, so I'll start by defining what makes a star warrior! Star warriors are essentially "chosen" by some inexplicable force upon creation, there's no way to really become a one. You're either born a star warrior, or you aren't. There isn't a choice in the matter.

Characteristically, star warriors tend to possess a strong sense of intuition, which often guides them towards where they are needed the most. The first ones were solitary warriors, harkening out alone to fight in areas struggling under Nightmare's influence; those that came after would continue to follow this example for many, many years—until the efforts of a one Sir Arthur and the Galaxy Soldier Army. By combining their strengths together after centuries of fighting alone, Arthur began to pose star warriors as a genuine threat to NME once more. His is army encompasses not just them, but anyone willing to fight. Though, star warriors are generally placed on the front lines, and are often of a higher rank.

Now, we get to some of the more direct traits tied to being a star warrior, both old a new. Centuries ago, the original proto-star warriors were something of powerhouses, being able to summon and wield fabled weapons long since left behind, and having possessed warpstars they could call upon to aid them. They were some of the only forces capable of standing up to Nightmare, who had only just begun his rise to power, and was looking to cement it as the empire it would become.

This also made these flashy proto-star warriors very obviously a threat, very easy to track down, and very possible for Nightmare to snuff out when concentrating all of his forces upon them, striking them down one by one. This cycle continued, until the power of these warriors was so thinly spread out that it was no longer possible for Nightmare to easily find them, and at that point, he had done enough damage that he no longer bothered to. It was a rough time.

As a result, present-day star warriors are largely in the dark about the extent of their abilities. Traits manifest differently from warrior to warrior, though a few commonalities remain between them.

Most star warriors can sense others like them upon first meeting, and most can sense when a demon beast is nearby. Some demon beasts can also sense them.

Present-day star warriors have retained their affinity for warpstars, but due to Nightmare's efforts, genuine warpstars are few and far between. Still, they tend to have a natural gift for piloting starships and figuring out other means of travel.

Star warriors have a notably accelerated rate of healing, and a higher resistance to the negative effects and abilities of an average demon beast. (However, certain demon beasts, like Mumbies, can override this, as they were specifically crafted to hunt and kill star warriors, at the cost of ignoring anyone who is not.)

They have been known to perform "miracles" in the darkest of hours, achieving feats that are seemingly impossible to account for and often regarded as only old fables. Stories tell of planetary collisions prevented, forgotten wishes bestowed, of luck, strength, will, and always, at the end, great sacrifice.

Some star warriors will manifest one or two of these traits very strongly. For example, Falspar, and his ability to sense other warriors with great deal of accuracy. Sometimes new traits of a similar vein can appear, such as MK's ability to mentally catalogue new demon beasts only at a glance. Having several strong traits remains a rarity, as too much concentrated power risks drawing Nightmare's attention once more.

And lastly, as a little tidbit, any modern-era puffball is likely to be a star warrior, by virtue of their species being highly adaptable to the galaxy's needs! However, puffballs from the ancient, pre-Nightmare period (like Galacta Knight) are not, and could not have been star warriors, as star warriors did not exist before Nightmare's reign. Due to this later development, Nightmare attempted to eradicate puffballs from Gamble Galaxy several times, until their species forcibly adapted into becoming the wingless, non-threatening, and more "average" version that they are today.

Though I wouldn't let it fool you.

[airandyeah]

Pink Pony Club (Stripper/CEO Nanami Kento X Reader) Part. 9

My Masterlist Series Masterlist ive had this fic in my drafts for so long that each chapter is so damn long-

The next morning, you wake up to the sound of Nanami’s phone buzzing incessantly on the nightstand. Groaning, you bury your face into the pillow, the weight of sleep still clinging to your body. But then you remember.

The post.

Your eyes snap open as you turn onto your side, just in time to see Nanami, already awake, sitting up against the headboard with his phone in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other. His brows are slightly furrowed as he scrolls, but there’s a faint smirk playing on his lips.

“…How bad is it?” you ask, your voice still thick with sleep.

He doesn’t look up. “Define ‘bad.’”

That’s enough to have you lunging for his phone, but he lifts it just out of reach, as always. “Nanami,” you warn, your patience already running thin.

With a resigned sigh, he tilts the screen toward you. “See for yourself.”

Your stomach knots as you scan the comments.

"Nanami’s fiance? And he’s shameless about it??" "The way he marked her up… possessive much?" "I want to hate her, but honestly? Respect." "I need to see more of them together immediately." "Whoever she is, she’s living my dream life."

And of course, the tabloids had wasted no time spinning their own narratives:

"Kento Nanami’s Lover: His Incriminating Photo?" "Private No More! Inside Nanami’s Unexpectedly Passionate Romance" "CEO by Day, Passionate Lover by Night – Nanami Shocks Followers with Intimate Photo"

Your face burns as you throw his phone onto the bed, covering your own face with your hands. “This is insane.”

Nanami sips his coffee, utterly unfazed. “It’s effective.”

You peek at him through your fingers. “Effective at what? Giving me a heart attack?”

He merely shrugs. “Now no one will question the authenticity of our relationship.”

You groan, collapsing back against the pillows. “This wasn’t the plan.”

Nanami sets his coffee down on the nightstand before leaning over you, one hand braced beside your head. His voice is lower now, smoother. “And yet, here we are.”

You glare up at him, but there’s no real venom in it—not when his gaze is so damn steady, not when his presence is so overwhelming this early in the morning.

“…You enjoy this, don’t you?” you accuse.

His lips twitch, not quite a smirk, but close. “Not entirely.”

Your brows furrow. “Meaning?”

He leans in just enough that you feel the warmth of his breath against your skin. “I don’t enjoy the attention from the public.” His voice dips lower. “But I do enjoy watching you squirm.”

Your breath catches.

Damn him.

Before you can formulate a comeback, his phone vibrates again. He sighs, finally pulling away, and when he glances at the screen, his jaw tightens slightly.

“More comments?” you ask, still flustered.

“No,” he mutters, setting his phone down with a bit more force than necessary. “It’s Gojo.”

Of course it is. Nanami exhales sharply before answering the call, putting it on speaker.

“You better have good news,” he says, rubbing his temple.

“Oh, I always have good news,” Gojo replies cheerfully. “But first, let’s talk about me. You do remember that I require payment for my services, right?”

You sigh, still sprawled on the bed, trying to recover from the chaos of the morning. “What do you even want, Gojo?”

“Oh, sweetheart, I love that you ask. But before we get to that—let’s talk Naoya.”

Nanami sits up straighter, his focus sharpening. “What did you find?”

Gojo hums. “Well, it turns out our dear Naoya isn’t just a cocky bastard—he’s also an incredibly sore loser. He’s been whispering in all the right ears, sowing little seeds of doubt about your relationship. He’s convinced something isn’t right about it, and he’s trying to get proof. If he finds any, he’s not just gonna let it slide—he’ll turn it into a public scandal.”

You frown, sitting up as well. “So he doesn’t have anything yet?”

“Not yet,” Gojo confirms, “but he’s looking. And you know how these types are—when they’re desperate enough, they start making evidence.”

That sends a chill down your spine. “What do we do?”

Nanami’s expression remains unreadable, but you can see the sharp calculation in his eyes. “We stay ahead of him.”

“Oh, I love it when you get serious, Nanamin,” Gojo teases. “So composed, so commanding—no wonder your girl’s got those hickeys.”

Your face flames instantly. “Gojo!”

He cackles. “Oh, everyone’s seen the picture. By the way, bravo. I didn’t know you had it in you to be so... bold.”

You groan, collapsing back into the pillows while Nanami simply pinches the bridge of his nose. “Gojo. Focus.”

“Right, right.” He clears his throat, though the amusement never fully leaves his tone. “I’d suggest reinforcing your relationship in the public eye—make it so convincing that even if Naoya tries something, people will back you over him. And hey, I can help with that... for a price.”

Nanami sighs. “What do you want?”

Gojo doesn’t hesitate. “I want a favor.”

Both you and Nanami exchange a glance.

“That’s too vague,” Nanami says flatly.

“That’s the point,” Gojo replies, grinning through the phone. “I’ll collect whenever I want. No negotiations.”

You narrow your eyes at the phone. “Why does this feel like a deal with the devil?”

Gojo gasps dramatically. “I’m hurt! But also, yes.”

Nanami exhales slowly, then finally says, “Fine.”

“Fantastic!” Gojo claps his hands. “Now, if you two lovebirds will excuse me, I have a scandal to prevent and a favor to cash in eventually. Toodles!”

And with that, the line goes dead.

You groan again, throwing yourself back on the bed. “I hate him.”

Nanami simply leans back, staring at the ceiling. “Not as much as I do.” ~~~ Later that evening, the two of you sit together on the couch, a warm throw draped over your legs as the nightly news plays on the TV. A half-empty glass of wine sits on the coffee table beside you, but you’re hardly paying attention to it.

You’ve been tense ever since Gojo’s call, and even though Nanami sits right beside you, relaxed with an arm stretched over the back of the couch, the weight of Naoya’s threats lingers in your mind.

The news anchor’s voice cuts through the quiet hum of the apartment.

“And in entertainment news, social media is still ablaze after CEO Nanami Kento’s late-night post, sending fans into a frenzy over his passionate display of affection.”

Your stomach twists as the screen displays the picture—your bare back, littered with hickeys, the lighting just soft enough to remain tasteful but undeniably intimate. The caption below it still lingers in your mind:

“Mine.”

Nanami, completely unfazed, sips his drink as the segment continues.

“Speculation about the couple’s whirlwind romance has only intensified, with sources suggesting that their relationship may be more serious than previously thought. Could wedding bells be on the horizon? Publicists for both parties have remained tight-lipped, but one thing is for sure—this is the most we’ve ever seen of the elusive businessman.”

You groan, burying your face in your hands. “I can’t believe you actually posted that.”

Nanami huffs out a quiet chuckle. “It was effective.”

“You practically staked a claim in front of the entire world!” You peek through your fingers to glare at him, but he only looks amused.

“And?” He turns to you, tilting his head slightly. “Did you want people thinking you weren’t taken?”

Your mouth opens, but no words come out. The smug glint in his eyes tells you he knows he’s got you.

Before you can form a retort, the news anchor speaks again—

“Of course, not everyone is thrilled with this development. Sources close to CEO Naoya Zenin have hinted that he’s less than pleased with the attention his rival is receiving.”

That gets your full attention. You straighten up, your eyes locked on the screen as a blurred image of Naoya at some event flashes by.

Nanami’s fingers tap idly against his glass. “He’s seething,” he muses.

You exhale slowly. “Good.”

Nanami turns to you then, and for the first time tonight, his amusement fades into something quieter. “Are you alright?”

You blink at him, momentarily caught off guard.

You’re not sure.

There’s still a storm brewing, a looming sense that this battle with Naoya isn’t over. But right now, sitting beside Nanami in the glow of the television, hearing the quiet strength in his voice, you feel… steadier.

You nod. “Yeah. I think I am.”

His gaze lingers a second longer before he shifts slightly, his arm casually resting along the couch behind you.

Neither of you say anything as the news moves on to the next segment, but somehow, the quiet between you feels reassuring. ~~~ Since that night, something about Nanami has changed.

It’s subtle, at first—his hand lingering on the small of your back longer than necessary, the way his fingers brush over yours when he hands you something. But then it becomes undeniable.

The once-cool, controlled businessman is now possessive in a way that makes your head spin.

You notice it the next morning when he refuses to let you slip out of bed without pressing a lazy kiss to your shoulder, his arm locked around your waist as if keeping you in place.

Then at work, it’s the way his touch always finds you in some way—his palm resting against the curve of your hip when he leans in to murmur something in your ear, his fingers grazing your wrist when you walk side by side.

You’re hyperaware of it.

But worse than that?

So is everyone else.

At a corporate meeting, you barely get through the first few minutes before a sharp-eyed executive clears his throat, smirking.

“You seem a little different these days, Nanami,” he muses, his gaze flicking between the two of you. “A bit more… hands-on?”

You stiffen in your seat, but Nanami?

He doesn’t even blink.

“If I were you, I’d focus on the quarterly reports rather than my personal life,” he says, taking a sip of his coffee without a care in the world.

The executive just chuckles under his breath, like he knows exactly what’s going on.

And the worst part?

Nanami doesn’t stop.

Later that day, when the two of you are alone in your office, you whirl around to glare at him.

“You’ve been acting weird,” you accuse.

He raises a brow, clearly unbothered. “Have I?”

“Yes!” You huff, crossing your arms. “You keep—touching me.”

Nanami takes a step forward, and suddenly, he’s so close that you can feel the heat radiating from him.

His fingers trace lightly along your arm, traveling up to your shoulder before settling at the base of your neck.

“You weren’t complaining the other night.”

Your breath catches.

The arrogance in his tone makes you want to throw something at him—and yet, it also sends a thrill down your spine.

You grit your teeth, fighting to keep your voice steady. “That was different.”

His lips curl in the faintest smirk.

“Was it?”

Your stomach flips.

Nanami’s always been calculated, careful—but this? This is deliberate.

And God help you, you don’t know whether you want to shove him away or pull him closer.

The tension is unbearable.

Nanami’s fingers remain curled at the base of your neck, his thumb brushing softly against your skin. His face is so close, his breath warm against your lips, his gaze dark—knowing.

You’re caught in his pull, completely helpless to the way your body responds to him.

“Admit it,” he murmurs, voice dangerously low. “You feel it too.”

Your throat tightens.

You do.

You do, and it terrifies you.

But denying it now? With the way his touch lingers, with the way your heart is pounding in your chest, would be pointless.

So, you exhale, swallowing the lump in your throat.

“I do,” you finally confess, the words barely above a whisper.

Something shifts in his expression. His grip tightens—not enough to hurt, but enough to make your knees weak.

“I knew it,” he breathes.

And then, he kisses you.

It’s not like the kiss at the interview.

It’s real. Hungry.

His lips move against yours with undeniable need, fingers threading into your hair as he tugs you closer, pressing your body flush against his. Your hands grasp at his shirt, desperate to anchor yourself as his mouth devours yours.

You don’t even know how it happens—one moment, you’re standing, and the next, you’re half-seated on your desk, your legs parting as he steps between them. His hands slide up your thighs, gripping tight as he deepens the kiss, his body heat overwhelming.

It’s messy. It’s breathless.

It’s perfect.

Until—

The door swings open.

“Hey, do either of you—oh. Oh.”

You freeze.

Nanami pulls away just enough to glance over his shoulder, utterly unfazed.

Meanwhile, you?

You’re staring in horror at your poor assistant, who looks like she’s having a crisis at what she just walked in on.

“I—uh—never mind! I’ll just—leave!” she sputters before slamming the door shut.

Silence.

Then—

A low chuckle rumbles from Nanami’s chest.

You slap a hand over your face, groaning. “I am never going to live this down.”

He tilts your chin back up, smirking. “You could always quit.”

You glare at him.

And he just leans back in, lips brushing against yours once more.

Like he doesn’t care at all who sees. ~~~ The damage control team doesn’t even get a chance to intervene.

By noon, everyone in the office knows.

It starts with your assistant, who, despite her best efforts to remain professional, absolutely fails to keep her reaction in check. The wide-eyed, flustered mess she had been after walking in on you and Nanami is all the confirmation anyone needs.

Then the whispers start.

By the time you step out of your office, coffee in hand, you feel the stares. The stolen glances. The way hushed conversations pause when you walk past—only to start up again the second you’re out of earshot.

Even the bold ones don’t bother hiding their curiosity.

“So… about that meeting earlier,” one of your colleagues hums, stirring her tea way too slowly as she watches you from across the break room. “Productive, was it?”

You freeze mid-sip.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you lie, setting your mug down with far too much force.

“Uh-huh.” She just grins. “Sure.”

You bolt.

By the end of the day, it’s undeniable.

Your “romance” with Nanami isn’t just believable anymore—it’s solidified.

And more importantly?

It’s spreading far enough that even Naoya Zenin will have to acknowledge it. ~~~ It’s been a few days since the office incident, and things between you and Nanami have only grown more intense.

Like now.

His lips move against yours, slow and deliberate, one hand buried in your hair while the other presses against the small of your back. The sheets are a mess beneath you, tangled between your legs as his body slots perfectly against yours, warmth radiating from every point of contact.

It should be illegal, how easily he melts you.

You sigh into the kiss, fingers dragging over his bare chest, nails scratching lightly along the muscle. His breath catches, and he responds in kind—a slow roll of his hips, teasing, intoxicating.

You’re so lost in him, in the way he devours you like he has all the time in the world—

Then his phone rings.

Nanami groans, forehead dropping against your shoulder as the insistent buzzing ruins the moment.

“Ignore it,” you murmur, pulling him back in, desperate to chase the heat building between you.

But he doesn’t.

With an irritated sigh, he blindly reaches for his phone, barely glancing at the screen before swiping to answer.

“What,” he says flatly, voice wrecked.

The voice on the other end practically sings through the speaker.

“Well, well, lover boy. Hope I wasn’t interrupting.”

You freeze.

Nanami, to his credit, doesn’t even bother hiding his irritation. “Gojo,” he says, tone clipped.

“Aw, c’mon, don’t sound so thrilled to hear from me,” Gojo teases. “It’s been a few days! I was starting to think you forgot about me.”

Nanami exhales slowly, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “Did you call just to be insufferable, or do you actually have an update?”

Gojo hums, far too amused. “Oh, I do. And you’re gonna love this.”

You and Nanami exchange a glance.

Gojo wouldn’t sound this smug unless he had something big.

And something tells you…

It’s about to make things a lot more complicated. Nanami sits up, shoulders tense as he shifts the phone to speaker. You prop yourself on your elbows, watching him closely, your own curiosity piqued.

Gojo lets the silence stretch, no doubt relishing in the anticipation before finally dropping the bombshell.

“Naoya’s making moves.”

Nanami’s expression hardens immediately.

You, on the other hand, feel a sharp chill run down your spine. “What kind of moves?” you ask, voice sharper than you intended.

Gojo clicks his tongue. “Tsk, tsk, someone’s impatient.” You can practically hear his smirk through the phone. “Let me set the scene: Our favorite cocky bastard has been sniffing around the press, making sure some very interesting rumors reach the right ears.”

Nanami’s jaw clenches. “Gojo.”

“Fine, fine,” Gojo sighs dramatically. “Long story short? He’s trying to plant doubt. He’s been whispering that your oh-so-passionate engagement might be nothing more than a business arrangement.”

Your stomach twists.

It was expected, but to hear it confirmed makes your pulse pick up.

Nanami’s fingers drum against the sheets, an old tell of his when he’s calculating. “What else?”

Gojo hums. “This part’s my favorite,” he drawls. “I did some digging, and guess what? Naoya has been meeting with a few of your company’s board members.”

You inhale sharply. Nanami’s entire demeanor shifts, eyes flashing with something dangerous.

“He’s trying to turn them against you,” you realize.

Gojo chuckles. “Ding, ding, ding! The Zenin rat is playing dirty. He’s banking on sowing enough doubt to pressure Nanami’s company into reconsidering his position. And if your engagement gets exposed as a sham? Let’s just say, he’ll have all the leverage he needs to swoop in.”

Your fingers tighten around the sheets. Of course. Naoya was always the type to play underhanded, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

Nanami stays silent for a moment, then exhales slowly, running a hand through his hair. “So, he wants to discredit me,” he says, tone unreadable.

“Exactly,” Gojo confirms. “And if he finds the right crack in your little love story, he won’t hesitate to blow it wide open.”

A heavy silence settles between you and Nanami.

This wasn’t just about bad press anymore.

If Naoya succeeded… Nanami’s entire career could be on the line.

Your career could be on the line.

Then, after a long pause, Nanami speaks.

“Then we’ll just have to beat him at his own game.”

Gojo laughs. “Now that’s what I like to hear.” Nanami leans back against the headboard, exhaling through his nose. You can see the gears turning, the sharp focus in his gaze as he thinks through the next steps.

You don’t hesitate. “Gojo, we need you in on this.”

There’s a pause before Gojo bursts into laughter. “Oh? Finally admitting you need me? Music to my ears!”

Nanami pinches the bridge of his nose. “This isn’t a joke, Gojo.”

Gojo hums, clearly still amused. “Of course, of course. But what exactly do you need from me?”

You sit up, tugging the sheets with you as you try to gather your thoughts. “Your influence would be a huge asset. You’re one of the biggest investors in Nanami’s company, not to mention someone the media already trusts.” You glance at Nanami before continuing, “If you publicly support our relationship—vouch for it—it’ll make it much harder for Naoya to spread doubt.”

Gojo whistles. “You’re really thinking a few steps ahead, huh?”

Nanami nods. “We need a safety net. If the board starts questioning things, your word could keep them in line.”

Gojo makes a thoughtful noise. “And let me guess—you want me to make a big show of it? Maybe a dramatic interview? A heartfelt speech?”

You exchange a look with Nanami before deadpanning, “We just need you to sound convincing.”

Gojo snickers. “Fine, fine. Lucky for you, I happen to be very good at making things look real.”

Nanami sighs, rubbing his temple. “That’s what I’m afraid of.”

Gojo ignores him. “Consider it done! I’ll start planting some positive headlines, make sure the right people know how serious you two are. Maybe even arrange a little public outing, you know, to really sell it.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Public outing?”

Gojo grins through the phone. “Oh, don’t worry! I’ve got the perfect idea. Just sit tight, lovebirds.”

The call ends, and you stare at the phone, uneasy.

Nanami sighs, setting it down before turning to you. “I have a bad feeling about this.”

You nod slowly. “Me too.” ~~~ The restaurant is high-end, exclusive, and dimly lit—the kind of place where deals are made over glasses of expensive wine. You and Nanami step inside, spotting Gojo immediately. He’s lounging in a booth near the back, sunglasses perched low on his nose, a wide grin already plastered on his face.

“Ah, finally! My favorite fake couple.” He gestures grandly to the seat across from him. “Come, sit. Let’s discuss how I saved your asses.”

Nanami exhales through his nose, already exasperated, but you slide into the seat beside him. “What exactly did you do?” you ask, eyeing him warily.

Gojo smirks, tapping his fingers against the table. “Oh, just a few things. Planted some stories, made some calls. Told some investors that you two are the power couple of the century.” He pauses, tilting his head. “You’re welcome, by the way.”

Nanami sighs. “And Naoya?”

Gojo leans back, stretching. “Oh, he’s pissed.” A Cheshire grin spreads across his face. “Every time he tries to spread doubt, the media shuts him down. Your engagement”—he gestures between the two of you—“is the hottest thing right now. Everyone loves a corporate love story. You’re practically royalty.”

You cross your arms. “And you’re sure he won’t try anything else?”

Gojo hums, swirling his drink. “He’s got a nasty reputation, but he also values his image. If he keeps pushing a lie that no one believes, he’ll be the one who looks desperate. He’s smart enough to back off… for now.”

You exchange a glance with Nanami. The weight of the situation settles between you both—this has gone further than either of you ever imagined.

Gojo watches, eyes gleaming with mischief. “So… how’s the engagement treating you two? Getting nice and cozy?”

You flush, clearing your throat. “That’s none of your business.”

Nanami simply picks up his menu, ignoring Gojo entirely.

Gojo laughs. “Oh, this is fun. Maybe I should crash the wedding, too.”

Nanami finally glares at him. “Gojo.”

Gojo raises his hands in mock surrender. “Fine, fine. But you should really think about throwing a party soon. Keep up the act. Besides, I’d love to see how well you two can fake being madly in love in a room full of people.”

You narrow your eyes, but Nanami only sips his drink, voice dry.

“Who said we’re faking?”

Gojo freezes. And for the first time all evening—he actually looks stunned. “Wait. Wait.” He points at you both, his blue eyes darting between your faces like he’s trying to spot the lie. “Are you saying—oh my god. This isn’t fake anymore?”

You swallow, avoiding his gaze, but Nanami doesn’t hesitate. He sets his drink down with a quiet clink, fingers lacing together as he calmly says, “No. It hasn’t been for weeks.”

Gojo gapes.

You sigh, rubbing your temple. “We didn’t plan for this, it just… happened.”

“Happened?” Gojo repeats, before he suddenly slaps the table and cackles like he’s just won the lottery. “Oh, this is too good. The two of you were playing pretend and then—bam! Real feelings! Oh, Nanami, this is rich.”

Nanami rolls his eyes but doesn’t refute it.

You groan. “This is exactly why we didn’t tell you.”

Gojo wipes a fake tear from his eye, still grinning like an idiot. “No, no, I love this. The great, composed Nanami actually fell.” He turns to you. “And you—oh, you were denying it for so long! I bet you were the first to crumble.”

You sputter, heat rushing to your cheeks. “I—I did not!”

Gojo gasps dramatically, clutching his chest. “Oh no. You totally did. You were blushing at those interviews, weren’t you? Oh my god, you were.”

Nanami interjects, saving you from further humiliation. “Gojo. Are we done here?”

Gojo snickers. “For now. But you have to let me help plan the wedding.” ~~~ The interview starts smoothly, the atmosphere professional yet charged with intrigue. The host, a woman with a knowing smile, leans in with interest. "Tonight, we’re joined by three of the most talked-about names in the corporate world. CEO Kento Nanami, his wonderful fiance, and his longtime friend and philanthropist, Satoru Gojo. Thank you all for being here."

Gojo, ever the showman, flashes a charming grin. "Oh, trust me, I wouldn’t miss this for the world."

Nanami nods politely, and you follow suit, though your fingers tighten subtly around Nanami’s as the cameras zoom in. This was meant to be a show of unity, to further solidify your relationship in the public eye.

"So, let’s get straight to it," the interviewer says, clasping her hands together. "Your partnership—both in business and seemingly in love—has taken the media by storm. Many people are calling it a ‘power couple dynamic.’ How do you both feel about that label?"

Nanami, composed as always, speaks first. "We’re focused on what we do best—ensuring that our companies flourish and that our goals align. If people see that as a power couple dynamic, then I suppose it’s a fitting description."

Gojo hums, tilting his head. "I’d say it’s an understatement. These two? They work like a well-oiled machine. It’s actually kinda disgusting how good they are together—both in business and, you know…" He gestures vaguely, smirking. "Other things."

Your face heats instantly.

The interviewer lights up. "Oh? Would you say their relationship is something you admire?"

"Absolutely," Gojo says smoothly. "Nanami’s been my friend for a long time, and honestly, I don’t think I’ve ever seen him as happy as he is now. And Y/N, she’s exactly the kind of person he needs—sharp, driven, doesn’t take his grumpiness too seriously." He winks at you. "If I had to bet on anyone going the distance, it’d be them."

You blink, genuinely caught off guard. You expected Gojo to be his usual chaotic self, but here he was, fully committing to the story, spinning it so well that for a moment.

The interviewer seems pleased. "That’s high praise from a close friend. Now, tell us—was there a defining moment where you both realized your relationship was turning into something… more?"

Your brain stalls. Oh.

Your fingers twitch slightly in Nanami’s grasp, and before you can even formulate an answer, Nanami speaks.

"There were many moments," he says smoothly, his grip firm around your hand. "But I think it became clear when being around her was no longer just necessary—it was something I wanted, something I sought out."

Your heart stutters in your chest. Damn him.

The interviewer practically beams. "That’s incredibly sweet." She turns to you. "And what about you? When did it become real?"

You hesitate. You should say something polished, something easy. But Nanami’s words sit heavy in your chest, and before you can stop yourself, you murmur, "I don’t know when, exactly. It just… happened."

Gojo snaps his fingers. "Boom. Like fate. I knew it."

The interviewer chuckles, clearly eating up every second of this. "You’re both very private, but I have to ask—what’s next for the two of you? Any big steps ahead?"

Nanami doesn’t hesitate. "We continue forward. Together."

Gojo pretends to wipe a tear. "Beautiful. My best friend is finally happy."

And as ridiculous as it is, as much as this was meant to be just a front, you feel something warm bloom in your chest. After wrapping up the joint segment, the interviewer offers a charming smile. "Now that we've gotten to see you together, I’d love to hear from each of you individually. Let’s start with you, Y/N."

Nanami squeezes your hand briefly before letting go, standing smoothly as Gojo takes his spot beside him, no doubt ready to tease him the moment you're out of earshot.

You shift in your seat, crossing your legs as the interviewer leans in. The cameras reposition to focus solely on you.

"First of all," she starts, her tone warm yet prying, "I have to ask—how has life changed since the public found out about your relationship?"

You let out a soft laugh, rubbing your temple. "Well, there’s been a lot more attention. I’ve had to get used to cameras being pointed my way even outside of work."

She hums knowingly. "And what about personally? Being with someone like Nanami—who has such a composed and commanding presence—has that affected you?"

Your heart skips. This is dangerous territory.

You clear your throat. "Nanami has always been incredibly level-headed. It’s… reassuring, honestly. When things get hectic, he has this way of keeping me grounded."

Her brows lift slightly at your honesty, but she doesn’t comment on it. Instead, she tilts her head, her voice lowering conspiratorially. "Tell me—what’s something about him that would surprise people?"

You pause, lips pressing together in thought. "He has a dry sense of humor. Most people assume he’s always serious, but when he wants to be, he can be incredibly sharp-witted." You shake your head, a small smile tugging at your lips. "It catches you off guard."

The interviewer catches the way your expression softens, her own smile growing. "It sounds like he means a lot to you."

Your chest tightens.

You shift, quickly regaining your composure. "He’s my business partner, fiance, and someone I trust. That’s important."

The interviewer doesn’t look convinced.

She leans forward slightly. "And if, say, this relationship were to lead to something more permanent—would that be something you’d be open to?"

Your breath hitches. Permanent.

For a moment, you consider deflecting, laughing it off. But instead, your fingers twitch against your knee, and your voice comes out softer than expected.

"I think… if something feels right, you shouldn’t run from it."

The interviewer’s eyes gleam with interest, but before she can push further, one of the crew members gestures that your segment is done.

She smiles, shifting back. "Thank you, Y/N. I think a lot of people are rooting for you two."

You exhale quietly as you're ushered off, and soon, it’s Nanami’s turn.

The moment he sits down, the interviewer’s smile turns knowing. "Nanami, you’re a difficult man to get in front of a camera. I have to say, it’s refreshing to see you like this."

Nanami adjusts his cufflinks, his expression neutral. "I prefer to let my work speak for itself."

She chuckles. "Fair enough. But since you’re here, let’s talk. Everyone knows you as a sharp businessman, but this relationship—" she pauses, watching him carefully, "—has shown a different side of you. What is it about Y/N that made you take this step?"

Nanami doesn’t hesitate. "She challenges me. She’s intelligent, driven, and sees things from angles I sometimes don’t. Working with her has been… unexpectedly rewarding."

The interviewer tilts her head. "Only in business?"

There’s a flicker of something in his gaze, something softer. He doesn’t answer right away.

"Not just in business," he finally admits, voice calm, but firm.

She sits back, pleased. "Do you think this is something long-term?"

Nanami exhales slowly. "I wouldn’t have committed to it if I didn’t."

The interviewer smiles. "That’s quite the statement."

Nanami simply holds her gaze, unbothered.

As the crew signals the end of the segment, she turns to the camera. "Well, I think it’s safe to say this relationship is much more than just business. Stay tuned, everyone—we’ll be keeping a close eye on this power couple."

The lights dim slightly as the cameras cut, and as Nanami stands, Gojo is grinning from where he waits.

"Man," Gojo sighs dramatically, clapping a hand on Nanami’s shoulder. "You are so in love."

Nanami sighs, brushing Gojo’s hand off. But he doesn’t deny it. ~~~ A few days later, the two of you are curled up on the couch in Nanami’s penthouse, the glow of the television casting a dim light across the room. His arm rests lazily around your shoulders, fingers tracing absentminded circles against your skin. The past few weeks had been… eventful, to say the least. Between interviews, Gojo’s meddling, and the ongoing silent battle with Naoya Zenin, you had hardly gotten a moment to breathe.

You sip your wine, half-listening to the nightly news, when the anchor’s next words make you freeze.

"Tonight, we have an exclusive sit-down with Naoya Zenin, the CEO of Zenin Enterprises, to discuss his latest business ventures and his thoughts on recent industry shake-ups. Let’s take a look."

Your grip on the wine glass tightens.

Nanami’s posture shifts immediately, his once relaxed demeanor sharpening like a blade. His jaw clenches, and you can feel the subtle shift in his energy—cool, calculating.

On the screen, Naoya appears effortlessly composed, his signature smug smirk in place as he lounges back in his chair. His tailored suit is pristine, his demeanor exuding false charm.

"Mr. Zenin, your company has been making waves in the industry, but there's been quite a bit of attention on you lately for… other reasons," the interviewer says with a knowing smile.

Naoya chuckles, shaking his head. "Ah, yes. The media does love a scandal, don’t they?"

You stiffen.

"Are you referring to the ongoing rumors regarding your rivalry with Nanami Kento and his—shall we say—interesting relationship with his new fiance?"

Nanami barely reacts, but you know him well enough to see the way his fingers twitch against his knee.

Naoya exhales dramatically, putting on an air of mock sympathy. "Listen, I have nothing against Nanami personally. Business is business. But I do think it’s rather… fascinating how quickly he jumped into this engagement, don’t you?"

Your stomach turns.

"Are you suggesting the relationship isn’t genuine?" the interviewer prods.

Naoya hums, tapping his fingers against the chair’s armrest. "All I’m saying is that some people will do anything to secure their position—especially when they feel threatened."

Beside you, Nanami finally speaks, his voice dangerously calm. "He’s trying to bait us."

You swallow hard, watching as Naoya leans forward, that insufferable smirk growing.

"But let’s not dwell on rumors," he continues. "After all, I prefer to let results speak for themselves. And believe me—very soon, there will be results."

The screen cuts back to the anchor, moving on to another topic, but the damage is done.

A thick silence settles between you and Nanami.

Your heart pounds. "He knows," you murmur. "He knows the relationship started as a deal."

Nanami exhales slowly, eyes still locked on the screen. "It doesn’t matter what he thinks he knows," he says, his voice firm. Before Nanami can respond, the news broadcast shifts back to a breaking segment. The anchor looks almost gleeful as she announces,

"And just moments ago, Mr. Zenin had a few more… revealing comments to make regarding his history with Nanami Kento’s fiance. Let’s take a listen."

The screen cuts to Naoya once again, now standing outside the studio, surrounded by reporters. He looks entirely too smug, his hands lazily tucked into his pockets as microphones are shoved toward his face.

"Come on," he drawls, tilting his head slightly, "you’re all really buying this perfect little love story? I mean, don’t get me wrong—Nanami’s got money, prestige… I can see why she’d latch on."

Your stomach drops.

"But let’s not pretend like she wasn’t warming my bed before she ever thought about playing house with him."

The reporters erupt into murmurs, cameras flashing wildly as they press for more details.

"Care to elaborate, Mr. Zenin? Are you suggesting there was a past relationship?"

Naoya chuckles, shrugging like it’s all some amusing little game. "Relationship? That’s a strong word. Let’s just say she and I have a certain… history."

The screen snaps back to the newsroom, the anchor looking far too entertained. "Well, there you have it, folks. A shocking claim from Naoya Zenin—could there be more to this story than meets the eye? We’ll have to wait and see."

The moment the broadcast ends, the room is suffocatingly silent.

Your blood is boiling. Your hands curl into fists against your lap, nails digging into your palms. "That bastard."

Nanami, however, is deathly calm. Too calm.

His jaw is tight, golden gaze unreadable as he picks up his phone and dials a number without hesitation. The call connects almost instantly.

"Kento! Buddy! You just saw, didn’t you?" Gojo’s voice is as cheerful as ever, though there's a knowing edge to it. "Our little friend Naoya sure knows how to stir the pot, huh?"

Nanami doesn’t even acknowledge the greeting. "Fix it," he says coldly.

Gojo whistles low. "Oof. You’re pissed. But don’t worry—I figured this might happen. I’ll start digging. But you two better get ready, because this just became war." ~~~ Tag list is open for anyone! Tags: @7haze

[ghoulspaw]

Obscuary my beloveds <3

[notherpuppet]

This is my favorite hobby~♥️

As long as I’m still interested in the things I make, then I’ll still share whatever I draw into this space :)

It’s nice to have other folks interested in the stuff I create because it’s exciting and fun to chitchat about it. But that’s all just bonus. I’m gonna make whatever I want whenever I want, no matter if others are interested in it or not lol

[shepscapades]

Uhm hi Shep 👉👈

if I were to request more Xisuma, what would you sayyyy?

(P.S. saw you redraw one of the mini doodles for the last request - this time, can it be the cleo and X one?)

Well normally i would rush to find a little xisuma to share from part 3 (which is almost done btw >:3), but I remembered that little doodle of cleo hugging x and whipped this up because they are so special to me and I think xisuma should get 100000 comforting hugs

[beanghostprincess]

Do you think shuggy ever gets possessive over one another?

Definitely. Undoubtedly. And it goes both ways.

I believe the most obvious answer would be saying Shanks is the possessive one because, you know, have you seen the rizz this clown has to always attract people? Cross Guild??? So Shanks gets jealous easily but I don't think he actively shows it because he wants to keep things peaceful and he truly does not want Buggy to get angry at him for this. So it's small, subtle moves that let others know Shanks is possessive over Buggy but without making Buggy notice.

On the other hand, Buggy is way more explicit with that. Shanks is just too nice. It doesn't mean he flirts with everyone he meets but he just has a flirty personality and it does look like that when he's being polite, plus, for some reason every girl wants to fuck Shanks. That man looks disgusting and very gay to me, but whatever the female gaze wants, idk-- And Buggy is more the type to get angry at Shanks and yell at him about it and quickly drag him away from any flirtatious conversation, but Shanks kind of sort of likes it, ngl. ("Awww you want me only for yourself, Bugs?" / "Shut the fuck up")

But this doesn't only happen romantically and I doubt you meant it only in that way. I was saving my favorite thing for last.

I think they were possessive of each other since they were kids. You know. Always being together and clinging to each other constantly. Never being without the other. They of course argue but they always have this "he should be with me" sensation when the other is with someone else because it just doesn't feel right to be apart from him. They have also always been possessive in the way of like-- Not the "you're mine" sort of thing but "we belong together, that's how it always has been". On the battlefield too, btw, if you touch one of them you will probably end up dead because they're just that protective (Shanks does it in a more obvious way and Buggy could kill someone to protect Shanks but he would blame Shanks anyway and say he didn't do it because of him when he totally did).

There's just something about them now that screams how they want to go back to the way things used to be when they could live in their own bubble together, only the two of them. And there's this clear possessiveness because their love is only theirs and no one else's. And I believe them to be extremely protective in all stages of their relationship. When they were kids. When they were teenagers. Even when they were fighting. And even more, if they date again.

By the way, I just had the most adorable thought about lil kids Shuggy being this possessive. A little headcanon-- Roger always playing with them and showering them with love because of course he did, and he used to hold Buggy and go "He's mine!!! <33 My ray of sunshine!!" and Shanks instantly got so possessive and angry going "No!!! Mine!!" and Roger kept joking about it until Shanks cried and he had to let go of Buggy if he didn't want the kid to have a whole breakdown about it (Buggy didn't give a single fuck btw he liked to be with Rayleigh better).

[skrunksthatwunk]

this could be kuwameshi if you guys would like. take my hand and trust me

[selfship-confession-box]

to be quite honest. shipping with CANON (not headcanoned) exclusively gay/lesbian characters as someone of the gender they are explicitly not attracted to is a form of erasure and lowkey homophobic. 'just make them bi' is a bad take. bi people are amazing and valid but not everyone is bisexual??? 'theyre not real' is a bad take bc representation matters and i feel like that doesnt really need to be said. obviously the character isnt real and isnt offended but gay/lesbian selfshippers can see how much you dont gaf abt their identities. gay people exist in real life too!!! homophobia is still so acceptable in fandom spaces and its kinda wild.

Actually this one gets to skip the queue because we just had another anon push their luck about this. I WAS originally going to leave this in queue but now feels like a better time to nip this in the bud.

This is the LAST thing I'm saying about this topic because frankly it's the majority of what we've been getting recently and it's exhausting. All future asks about this topic WILL be deleted. AS STATED ABOVE. DO WHAT YOU WANT FOREVER. YOUR EXPERIENCE IS YOURS AND YOURS ALONE.

TAKING POTSHOTS AT EACH OTHER IS NOT A CONFESSION.

THAT'S CALLED BEING AN ASSHOLE.

k thanks bye

[gingermintpepper]

Actually, since it's not going to come up anytime soon and I ended up finalising all of the kids' 'childhood' work-spaces before I finished Apollo's, allow me a moment to talk briefly about what a few of these workrooms look like.

Ares: Snakes, snakes, snakes! One expects his room to be filled with weapons and battle dummies - and those things are certainly in there! - but most of his workroom is essentially a glorified terrarium where he's able to keep track of his little snake friends like the Ismenian and Colchian Dragons. Humid, slightly misty and filled with leafy foliage, still waters and twisting branches, there's shed skin decorating his walls, fangs and skulls mounted like prized weapons, and he even had drawings of his most beloved serpent-children done on the jars and cups he keeps in his room. Hephaestus gives all his dud-weapons and over-wrought metal to Ares for him to practice as roughly as he wants with so Ares also has a lot of unorthodox looking, completely impractical weapons laying around or mounted on his walls. Jars of dragons' teeth and eagle/vulture feathers are on his shelves and he keeps some on hand in his sparring area so he can train against Sown Men when he's testing new weapons or just trying to keep sharp. He also uses the Sown Men to puzzle out formations and battle maneuvers. He has a small rest area in the warmest part of his workroom where he keeps writings about tactics and politics that both Athena and Zeus have compiled along with a few of the scarce preserved texts from Iapetus. He has a dream-charm given to him by his father that's made from Aquila's shed feathers and is meant to keep the phantoms of his battles from haunting him when he rests. Though Ares is supposed to keep it on him at all times, he treasures it too much to risk it becoming undone, so he keeps it safe here.

Hephaestus: Hot and dry one moment and then ice-cold the next, Hephaestus has one of the bigger workspaces. Not to be confused with his forges (which are massive, and at this point are only twofold - his first, more private forge on the banks of Oceanus and the second 'work' forge deep in the belly of Mount Vulcanus where he collaborates with the Cyclops) Hephaestus' workspace is half a storage spot for rare and otherwise unattainable ores, materials and stone and half a place for him to clear his head and recenter himself. It's naturally very cold in Hephaestus' workspace and the layout is labyrinthine with long sprawling hallways that are very dark and lead to wide open rooms that are borderline cavernous in their depth. Fennel torches are on every wall in even intervals and it's very easy to tell what parts of the space are and are not occupied based on which torches are lit. Just as Ares has his Sown Men, Hephaestus has his Golden Handmaidens who assist him in a lot of the busywork of getting around, especially when it comes to lighting the hallway torches or getting materials out from hard to reach areas. His favourite room is the hearth-room which is where he's stored all of Prometheus' old research and work. Considering Prometheus was his teacher, his works are all Hephaestus has left of him and there is still much Prometheus never got the chance to teach him written down in the books. There are also tons of half completed crafts and blueprints scattered about the hearth-room along with some of the assorted jewellry Hephaestus is eternally repairing on the center table for the myriad gods. There's a loom in his hearth-room since he's interested in weaving but he's terrible at it. He can straight stitch just fine though.

Athena: Definitely has the most seemingly chaotic/disorganised workspace on first glance; Athena's space is not so much big as it is tall. The walls are ever-shifting tapestries that Athena weaves from her loom and the rack of her strings travels all across the length of her workspace. She keeps track of all kinds of events this way - meetings, histories, to-do-lists - she weaves all of it and add it to her big tapestry. Along with these, her space is stacked with books, scrolls and tablets with no particular focus. She's a collector of information and she's a voracious reader, intent on learning as much as she can from the mistakes of her predecessors as possible. Just as Ares has Iapetus' old writings and Apollo has Coeus', Athena has Crius' old writings and studies. She inherited some of it naturally but most of it, especially with respect to Crius' constellation mapping and the orientation of the stars are things she requisitioned from Pallas after she conquered him. If one can make sense of all the threads and the thousand-stories sewn into the walls and the stacks and stacks of books and navigate deeper into her workspace, they'll find carefully hung and displayed fabrics and garments and a lot of stone and wood carvings. Mostly likenesses of some of the animals around Olympus like Ares' snakes or Aphrodite's doves, but there are also in-progress models of temples and buildings that she tinkers away at when she's not otherwise occupied. Even deeper into her woven walls is a little klin area where she produces custom pottery when she wants to create in secret, usually for gifts to others.

[crystalkitty1220]

Man I wonder where the leader of the fear realm could've gone, it's alMOST LIKE NEVIN HAS AN

[7roaches]

need adventure time and utmv fans to talk abt betty grof and nightmare sans parallels with

[camellia-thea]

initially this post had some commentary about interests right now. and then it turned into a ramble about personal healing in the tags. so the interest post is going separately.

[thegeminisage]

Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Relationship: Chris Argent/Derek Hale Characters: Chris Argent, Derek Hale, Kate Argent, Original Characters, Minor Characters, Araya (Teen Wolf) Additional Tags: Asexual Derek Hale, Stone Top Derek Hale, Wolf Derek Hale, Slow Burn, Enemies to Lovers, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Lovers to Friends, Friends With Benefits, Age Difference, Explicit Consent, Cohabitation, Grief/Mourning, Beards (Facial Hair), Trauma, Nightmares, Flashbacks, Unreliable Narrator, Past Abuse, Past Sexual Abuse, Past Underage, Sexual Dysfunction, Warning: Kate Argent, Minor Character Death, Blow Jobs, Grief Beards, Asexual Character Words: 55,331 Summary: Derek insists on coming along with Chris Argent and the Calaveras on the hunt for Kate, so he can see her dead for good. While following her trail back to Beacon Hills, they come to understand some hard truths about both each other and themselves, and struggle to find the reason why, after losing nearly everyone they've ever loved, they're still here.

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Relationships: Chris Argent/Derek Hale, Derek Hale & Laura Hale Characters: Derek Hale, Laura Hale, Chris Argent Additional Tags: Wolf Derek Hale, Grief/Mourning, Codependency, Cohabitation Words: 2,278 Summary: Derek's first day back home.

Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Relationships: Chris Argent/Derek Hale, Chris Argent & Scott McCall, Derek Hale & Scott McCall, Past Relationships:, Derek Hale/Paige, Kate Argent/Derek Hale, Chris Argent/Original Character(s), Chris Argent/Victoria Argent, Allison Argent & Derek Hale Characters: Chris Argent, Derek Hale, Scott McCall, Original Characters, Mentioned:, Kate Argent, Victoria Argent, Allison Argent, Gerard Argent Additional Tags: Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Nightmares, Flashbacks, Grief/Mourning, Panic Attacks, Suicide, Suicidal Thoughts, Memory Loss, Repressed Memories, Guilt, Redemption, Codependency, Cohabitation, Asexual Character, Asexual Derek Hale, Sexual Dysfunction, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Murder Words: 36,500 Summary: Twenty-four hours after the death of his sister, Chris Argent wakes in Derek Hale's loft with his hands trembling too badly to load and fire a gun, and no matter what he does, he can't make them stop. He made a promise to protect Beacon Hills in Allison's stead, but now he has to decide how he carries on her legacy when he doesn't know if he can fight, if he can ever lay his guilt to rest, and if he's truly capable of doing good when he has already done so much harm.

...i wrote this series in 2017/2018 as teen wolf was coming to a close, but i didn't post them here since i was a little shy about my rarepair and also they're Extremely Explicit and i had a lot of kids following me for skeleton art. since those kids are all grown up now (?!?!?), here these finally are, on this blog for the first time Ever. the first fic is the best one, obviously - it's almost a ship manifesto, and i am proud to report i have won over skeptics with it <3 derek hale i love you forever

[apollo-zero-one]

Man I can't believe I had the chance to go to a performing arts school up through middle school and I fuckin quit after 6 months just because I got bullied. BRO YOUR HOMEWORK WAS POETRY!! YOU HAD TO PRACTICE DANCING TO COTTON EYE JOE AS YOUR BIG UNIT TEST. GYM CLASS HAD A CIRCUS UNIT!! YOU HAD A WHOLE DAILY CLASS ON IMPROV!!! YOU FOOL!! YOU ABSOLUTE IMBICILE!! YOU COULD HAVE BEEN A YOUTUBER!!! YOU COULD HAVE BEEN ONE OF THOSE TWEENAGERS GETTING LOADED BY MAKING SHITTY YOUTUBE SHORTS IN 2008-14!! But noooOoooOOOoo little miss Noellie (who WANTED TO GO!! who worked SO HARD and sent in an application essay and did an INTERVIEW to get in!!) couldn't handle disruptive classmates or little scuffles and petty grudges and general Attitude of the other students and cried to mommy to put her back in public school. I am EATING MY HAIR over what Could Have Been. I COULD BE SOMEONE'S ANNOYING YOUTUBER!! I could be a DISGRACED DISNEY CHANNEL STAR!! I could be an America's Got Talent winner! A mild to moderately successful comedian! I could be making short films!! But no no no precious thin skinned baby me heard a few new cus words and watched a teacher get heckled and begged to give up The Dream in favor of?? Quiet math tests?? I am such a fucking quitter I quit everything the second it gets too hard I always take the out as soon as it's offered what's my fucking damage.....

[weidli]

oh so 1x22 really is exactly calculated to make me specifically go fucking feral huh