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[plumbobsyndrome]

Noctis – L'Enfant Maudit

Shana a franchi une limite dangereuse. Noctis est né d’une expérience mêlant science et magie, un enfant au destin brisé avant même de commencer. Sa croissance sera d’une lenteur surnaturelle, le maintenant éternellement à la frontière de l’enfance.

Pour Shana, il est l’héritier parfait, un être qu’elle pourra modeler à sa guise. Mais Akira et Caleb, malgré eux, s’attachent à lui, veillant sur lui comme s’il était le leur. Noctis trouve sa place entre eux, mais sa malédiction plane toujours… et personne ne sait encore quel avenir l’attend.

[alphaofdarkness]

BORKING AT YOU!! 🐺🐺🐺💜💜💜

Quuuuiiiilll omg 😭 a gift of your writing! Yes! Honestly best birthday surprise! Unexpected but very much appreciated it 🥹💜🫂 this is so incredibly beautiful! The way your writing is poetry and they way you write out these fairytales for Sabine and Ezra is always just 100/10 like — 😭

Such a beautiful way to write into Ezra carving Bine’s starbird medallions for the Noti 😭 I cry at Sabine receiving the one from Fred please “some of your courage for some of your fear” like perfecto 🙌🏼 cinema for the mind 🙌🏼

So interesting how “may the starbird come for you” is one of courage and a curse like 😭 how Sabine froze at the reminder of it and how she always sought her design to be one of courage 😭 how she feels that conflict in her heart for a moment please!

Just a beautiful oneshot! I loved it 🥹💜🙌🏼 also Ahsoka reaching out to Sabine and listening to her griefs yes! Sabine learning to open up as much as she is willing to be able to grow, incredible, love bearing witness to it!! 🫂💜

Story Summary: Takes place post-Ahsoka S1. Stranded on Peridea, Sabine, Ahsoka, and Huyang pass the time listening to tales of Ezra from the Noti, one of which reveals the origin of their mysterious starbird medallions.

Happy Birthday to the one and only @alphaofdarkness! Hope it was a good one this year and thank you for being such a lovely friend and super talented artist for our fandom.

It had been another long day of travel for the Noti convoy and their new protectors. In the week since Thrawn, his Imperial Remnant, and a stowaway Ezra had made the escape back to their home galaxy, things had since settled down back into a mundane routine.

As evening fell, the Noti prepared a feast to celebrate another safe journey. In middle of camp, a massive cauldron hovered over a fire, boiling with some delicious smelling stew. Ahsoka took a sniff, her stomach rumbling at the aromas drifting in her direction on the gentle night breeze. Folding her cloak over her body more snugly, she took mental stock of their journey so far.

The nomadic bandit clans that roamed the wastelands of Peridea were dangerous, despite their primitive weaponry. The Noti had no real way of defending themselves, outside of the rock-like shells that were an extension of their physicality. But Ezra's presence had clearly left a mark; the turtle people were resilient and clever, relying on their wits and ingenious solutions to avoid a head-on confrontation with their ancient enemy.

It probably also helped that they now had two Jedi to protect them, instead of one. Although two was admittedly a stretch since Sabine was in training. She had pulled off some amazing feats of the Force since her reunion with Ezra, but her ability to wield it fully was still erratic.

Ahsoka wasn't worried, however. They had nothing but time now and Sabine was a fast learner . . . once she actually started listening, that is.

Sitting on wooden stump that serviced comfortably as a seat, the smell of tonight's dinner wafted through the air; a thick, creamy seafood broth that was a Noti specialty, according to Huyang. The droid had been chatting constantly with the turtle folk in attempt to learn their native tongue to better learn about their culture and facilitate easier lines of communication in case of emergency. Ahsoka had been trying to learn the language herself but could still only understand it roughly and was still unable to speak it.

Huyang stood near the fire, observing the Noti cooking. His vocabulator emitted a strange series of chirps and clicking sounds to which the turtle people responded in kind. When they finished, Huyang's mechanical head turned to find Ahsoka. She waved at him from her spot on the rock, a few meters away.

He gave a thumbs up. She blinked at him and then - hesitantly - gave one in return.

Familiar footsteps came up behind her. "Seems like we'll actually be able to taste tonight's supper then," remarked Sabine.

Ahsoka smiled, turning to find her padawan squatting down to take in the scenery before her. Every night, the two of them would take turns patrolling the perimeter, ready to send an alarm in case of a late-night bandit attack. So far, the bandits didn't seem interested in the Noti throughout this latest journey.

In fact, they seemed eerily quiet. The Noti elders had said that it was unusual - but not uncommon - for the bandits to not be seen for quite some time. There was no centralized leadership among the bandit clans; they were all separate and distinct, sometimes warring amongst themselves.

Ahsoka hoped that was the case. She knew that her and Sabine were not the only ones on the planet: Baylan Skoll, a fallen Jedi, and his apprentice, Shin Hati were also here. Whether they were together or plotting separately, only one thing was sure: neither of them were up to anything good.

But that was a problem for another day. For tonight, she would focus on the present and enjoy a relaxing evening after a productive day with some good food.

"You think that's what Huyang's thumbs up was about?" Ahsoka asked.

Sabine shrugged. The Jedi noticed the glassy, vacant look in the young Mandalorian's eyes. Her body was physically present, but Ahsoka knew that Sabine's mind - and heart - were elsewhere.

With Ezra.

Despite her reassurances that Ezra had made it home, she knew the young woman remained worried about him. Her feelings for him still burned bright after their long-awaited reunion. If anything, Sabine's feeling had only intensified since then.

Ahsoka prodded her gently. "All quiet out there?"

"Nothing but the wind," Sabine replied. "Maybe some tumbleweeds."

"Good to know."

A small Noti came up beside them then, tugging at Sabine's sleeve. She blinked and focused on the little turtle alien. "Hey, Fred," she said politely. "What have you got there?"

"Fred?" Ahsoka was surprised that Sabine knew the Noti's name. "How did you know his name was Fred?"

Sabine grinned at her. "I called him Fred. Didn't seem to mind. Now it's his name. Simple."

The Jedi snorted. That was her padawan's casual slant on things, alright.

The Noti - Fred - produced from his ratty shirt an unfamiliar object. It was round, in the shape of a medallion, but not too large since it fit in his hand. It was carved from pale wood that was native to the trees that grew on Peridea and painted on it in dark orange hues was a symbol.

"Looks like the New Republic symbol," Ahsoka murmured. She turned to Sabine, about to ask for her guess -

And was hit with a wave of melancholy and regret through the Force. Sabine stared down at the little wooden medallion with sad eyes.

"Sabine?" asked Ahsoka. "What's wrong?"

For a long moment, she thought Sabine hadn't heard her. Then, quietly, she heard an answer, whisper soft: "Ezra made these."

Fred jumped excitedly at the mention of Ezra. "Ezra Bridger!" he squealed, pointing at the medallion and then at one of Sabine's shoulder pauldrons.

"Really? You're sure?"

"She is correct, Lady Tano," came Huyang's voice. He had made his way over to them, joining the discussion. "Master Bridger did indeed craft these medallions for the Noti."

Ahsoka looked at the droid and then back to Sabine. Suddenly Sabine's outburst of feelings made sense.

"It's not the New Republic symbol, is it," she said. "It's something else that looks similar to it."

Sabine sat down on the ground; head bowed in sudden grief. She didn't reply.

"It is Lady Wren's symbol," Huyang answered instead. "Her personal Starbird, if I'm not mistaken."

Sabine remained silent. Ahsoka frowned and asked, "Why did Ezra make these?"

Huyang turned and knelt in front of Fred, relaying the question in the Noti's language. Fred chittered something back, making exaggerated hand movements all the while.

Finally, Huyang finished the translation. "Fred says that the medallions are charms to ward off fear. The starbird symbol on them makes them brave."

That elicited a reaction from Sabine. A choked sound that was half-laughter, half-sob. "Of course he would," Ahsoka heard her mutter.

She poked her padawan. "Care to elaborate?"

Sabine looked up, eyes glistening. "There are no birds on Peridea," she explained, her voice rough with emotion. "He couldn't give them a feather."

Ahsoka glanced at Huyang. The droid merely shrugged.

"I'm not following," Ahsoka said.

Sabine was quiet for a moment, struggling to regain her composure. The Jedi waited patiently, knowing how difficult it was for her padawan. Anything regarding Ezra was always a touchy subject for Sabine.

The young woman took a deep breath and began to speak, her voice soft. "When we were younger - still traveling on the Ghost with everyone, that is - I told Ezra a story about the starbird once."

Fred sat in front of Sabine, stubbly legs crossed, looking enraptured. Ahsoka felt amused. Despite the language barrier, the Noti still seemed interested.

Ahsoka turned to Huyang. "Translate for Fred, if you don't mind?"

"Not at all, Lady Tano."

Sabine blinked. "You want me to tell the story?"

"Well," Ahsoka pointed out gently, "seems like you want to tell it, Sabine."

She cocked her head. "I don't understand."

"That's fine. Just keep telling the story. It sounds lovely."

Sabine sighed. "Another lesson, huh. Fine, have it your way."

Her expression turned thoughtful, and then she began telling the tale.

"A long time ago, the first space travelers learned the secrets of hyperspace. At least they could be free of the confines of their lonely planets and travel to far beyond. They built ships and flew them into the void between planets, in the hopes of seeing what the vast galaxy had to offer. But, very quickly, they became lost. The planets were so far away and there was nothing to mark the path; no guide to point the way forward or back in the endless, deep dark. "

Ahsoka smiled, enjoying the vivid imagery her padawan was invoking. She was a natural storyteller, whether Sabine believed it or not.

Sabine leaned forward; eyes sparkling as she continued the story.

"For you see, there were no stars back then. None existed, as they do on this evening, brightening up the night sky. All those people, lost in the dark, with no way to go home. They were scared. In the void of infinite space, they cried out for anyone - anything - to save them."

A couple more Noti had come over to join them now, forming a small circle around Sabine. Huyang continued to translate, his voice chattering away in the Noti's tongue.

"Then the starbirds came. From where, no one really knows. But they came through the darkness, their feathers shining so brightly. To the weary and scared travelers, they each offered a simple trade:

'Give me some of your fear and, in return, I will give you some of my courage.'

"The travelers agreed, awed by the majestic beauty of the starbirds - but even more awed at their generosity and compassion. And so, the trade was made, over and over again. Because fear is never gone forever, right? Again and again, they fell into fear. Again and again, the starbirds gave them courage. And that courage came in the form of a feather."

Sabine pointed up at the night sky. "Starbird feathers burn forever, did you know? Whenever the travelers became scared, the starbirds left a feather to light their way. And that's how the first stars came into being. Guiding lights to shine their way home."

Ahsoka reached out to Fred and lifted up his medallion. "He had no feathers to give," she said out loud, understanding dawning her on Sabine's earlier statement.

The young woman nodded, smiling. "No birds on Peridea. No feathers to give. So, Ezra did the next best thing; he gave them the image of a starbird."

Huyang interjected with a sudden question. "I had heard of an ancient Mandalorian saying: 'May the Starbird come for you.'"

"Yes," Sabine said. "It originated from that tale. My people used to say it as a form of well-wishes, when undertaking a long journey."

"My understanding, however, is that the phrase was intended as a curse," Huyang said.

Ahsoka watched her padawan's face darken for a moment. "It can be meant as one," Sabine admitted reluctantly. "In some of the other stories about starbirds, they were used as weapons to punish our enemies."

Her eyes flashed fiercely. "But I always held onto the belief that starbirds were creatures of hope. Not vengeance. That's why I chose them as my personal symbol."

Huyang nodded. "I see. I concur with you, Lady Wren. I prefer your version rather than the other ones."

"Ezra made these to give the Noti hope and courage," said Ahsoka. "He was thinking of you when doing so, Sabine."

Sabine looked away suddenly. "He was thinking of a myth. Stupid."

The Jedi raised a surprised eyebrow. "You don't really believe that."

"He should have been thinking of how to survive!" Sabine shouted. Suddenly, the turbulent feelings were back in full force. A dam, somewhere deep inside her padawan, was beginning to burst. "A starbird wouldn't save him. Couldn't save anybody. These little trinkets he made - "

She stopped short of saying whatever came next. Shaking her head roughly, she stood up abruptly and stalked off into the dark.

Ahsoka watched sadly, watching her go. Then, to her surprise, Fred came up to her.

"What is it?" she asked.

He brandished his medallion and then pointed at Sabine, walking off into the distance.

"She looked scared," came Huyang's remark.

Again, Fred pointed at his medallion, then at Sabine.

It clicked for Ahsoka what the Noti was trying to tell her.

She smiled.

_ _ _ _ _

Sabine sat down in the dirt, feeling miserable. All these feelings, with nowhere for them to go . . .

She sensed a presence - no, two - coming up behind her. There was a small rustle and then Fred appeared beside her.

Ahsoka was right behind him. She squatted down next to her.

"Talk to me," her master said gently.

Sabine blew out a breath. "I shouldn't have walked off like that. I'm sorry."

"I understand," Ahsoka said. "And there's nothing to apologize for. You were upset. Walking away is never a bad idea when feeling overwhelmed."

Sabine glanced at her. "Better than shooting or blowing something up, huh."

"Infinitely preferable," Ahsoka replied dryly. "You've made some progress in that regard, thankfully."

Sabine felt a wisp of a smile cross her lips for just a moment, before turning melancholy again. But the tangled ball of emotions in her chest had loosened, just slightly.

"It's about Ezra," she said.

"Oh, is it?" asked Ahsoka. "I couldn't have guessed."

The young woman gave the Jedi a sour look. "Huyang's statement about the ancient saying. It bothered me."

"'May the Starbird come for you,'" Ahsoka repeated. "How did it bother you?"

"I know Ezra was thinking about me when making these," Sabine confessed. "But I'm not a Starbird. I'm not brave like the stories are."

"You're scared," Ahsoka said.

Her padawan stared into the dark, tears glistening in her eyes. "So scared. Like I might be crushed to death from the weight of it."

"What scares you, Sabine?"

"I . . . I just got him back, you know? After all these years. And now he's gone again. And Thrawn's back, too, which is partly my fault." The tears slid silently down her cheeks, glinting like diamonds in the moon light.

"I know you said he'll be alright, that he made it home fine, and my head believes it but my heart - my heart doesn't. The blasted thing doesn't want me to be happy."

Ahsoka sat in silence for a few seconds, her heart aching for Sabine's misery. She had her burden of guilt for her padawan being stuck here on Peridea instead of going home with Ezra.

Finally, she said, "Can I tell you my own story about Ezra?"

Sabine sniffed. "Sure. Why not."

"Hera was teaching you both how to read star charts, right? While on Atollon base."

The young woman turned her head curiously, caught off guard by the sudden change in subject.

"Yeah, she was a real pain about those. Ended up being saving our lives a couple times, though." Sabine snorted. "As usual, Hera was right."

"Always wise to think that about her," Ahsoka acknowledged. "One night, I visited the base after during a recon mission for Commander Sato. I came upon Ezra in the hangar, studying some maps."

Sabine titled her head but said nothing. Ahsoka continued on.

"He and I chatted for a bit, catching up on what he had been up to. I asked him about the maps, trying to quiz him on any constellations or polestars he would use in case he was lost."

"And what did he answer?"

Ahsoka laughed and said, "He admitted that he didn't know any. He also said that he didn't need to know any of this."

Sabine smiled. "Of course he said that. What a goober."

"Ezra Bridger," agreed Fred.

"So, what was he going to do if he got lost, then?" Sabine asked, incredulous. "Spin his lightsaber and then head off in whichever direction it pointed?"

The Jedi gave Sabine a serious look suddenly. "Ezra said that if he ever got lost, he would just go find you. Or that you would find him."

Sabine went still.

As if on cue Fred reached out with his tiny hand, something grasped within it.

It was his starbird medallion. Sabine stared down at it, then at him.

"You may not believe in the myth, Sabine," Ahsoka said softly, "but Ezra did. And it came true. Because you made it so."

Fred nudged the medallion at the young woman. "What's he doing?" she asked.

"Well, you just admitted you are feeling scared," Ahsoka pointed out. "He wants to make a trade, it seems."

Sabine caught on. A small smile appeared. "Some of your courage, for some of my fear," she whispered, understanding the gesture.

"A good trade, I think. I would take up the offer."

Sabine reached out and took the starbird medallion gratefully. "May I?" she asked Fred.

He nodded excitedly. Sabine slipped it on, clasping the symbol tightly in her hand. She looked to Ahsoka.

"He's going to be okay," she said. "That's real."

"It will be," Ahsoka confirmed. "You'll find each other again. You did so before."

Sabine closed her eyes, breathing deep. "Okay. Okay, I can do that. I'll believe it."

She cracked open an eye to look at her master. "Not in the myth, though. I'll believe in him. And in myself."

Ahsoka shrugged. "You two make a good story, I always thought. Someday, younglings might speak of you both as legends someday."

"As role models, you mean? To inspire or to warn?" Sabine asked.

The Jedi grinned at her. "Up to you."

Sabine stood up. "Well, guess we'll have to survive to hear what those younglings think someday."

Her stomach grumbled then, loud as a horn. Ahsoka laughed; Fred clapped for some reason.

The young woman blushed and said, "Guess I should get some chow, then."

"Seems like it," Ahsoka said. "Save me a bowl?"

"Of course," said Sabine. "Oh, and Ahsoka?"

"Yes?"

She turned to bow deeply to her master's surprise. "Thank you."

"Anytime, my padawan."

Sabine flashed her a quick smile and jogged back to the camp for supper.

Ahsoka stood up, intending to follow - but not before whispering to Fred, "Thank you for the help. Your idea did much to give my friend some much needed cheering up."

The Noti patted her on the leg in response and then chittered back to her something in his tongue.

She frowned, concentrating, but understood the gist of what had been said.

Is she worried about Ezra Bridger?

"She is," said Ahsoka. "But she trusts that one day they will be reunited once again."

The Noti tilted his head. She wasn't sure if he understood her, until Fred spoke again.

Ezra Bridger always spoke of the Starbird that would come down from the sky to take him home. Is that where he went? Did the Starbird come for him?

Ahsoka looked to the camp, seeing Sabine standing next to the campfire, in line for the food. She could just make out the starbird medallion on her padawan's chest.

"Yes, Fred," Ahsoka replied. "She did."

[hazelsmirrorball]

Too Sweet | Oscar Piastri

SUMMARY: Y/n hard launches her relationship with a certain F1 driver bringing mixed reactions from her fans FACE CLAIM: Sabrina Carpenter PAIRINGS : singer! Reader x Oscar Piastri a/n: I'm on a roll

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y/nnnnn in my model era!

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user15 Carlos Sainz? this photoshoot has everyone on the edge of their seat

user36 she's in her lover era

user37 you are glowing

user290 you are such a goddess

user278 please give me one chance!

user38 new soon when?

-> y/nnnnn sooner than expected that's for sure

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user25 you finally got your drivers license?

user28 this new era is upon us

user57 so American? are we finally getting a covergirl anthem?

oscarpiastri you learned how to drive? and didn't tell me?

-> y/nnnn sorry to break it to you but the car is parked, x

-> landonorris maybe you should teach her

-> user271 since when is this a thing?

user37 y/n x mclaren?

user98 she has to be dating lando, 100%

user87 omg omg lando x y/n! finally

user35 y/n in the paddock when?

user45 why is everyone assuming it's lando and not oscar?

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norrizz we get it, you're in love now please stop

-> notthebestmclarendriver stop being jealous

notthebestmclarendriver love you so so much, no one can do anniversaries like us

olivia.rodrigo can't believe it's been five years since you changed me for a formula one driver

-> noty/n you will always be my number one

logansargent proud of my parents!

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user15 omg! omg! omg!

user179 she finally has a man?!?

user16 we are finally getting her lover era

user189 who even is that, you can barely see who it is

user167 this is such an invasion of privacy

user278 i’m so happy for her!! she deserves this and more

user29 she looks all giggly and in love

user26 she’s down bad, i fear

user178 she should be focused on a new album not falling in love with some loser

-> user71 falling in love was what got her that grammy

user78 who f1 driver is she hooking up with to have the whole grid in her likes? cause i get her post but them following her private insta and liking fan pages is another level of crazy

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y/nupdates Mclaren F1 driver Oscar Piastri what was his go to song while racing and without hesitation he responded “So American” by Y/n L/n. There’s been a suspicion that Y/n has been linking up with a formula one driver, could it be oscar piastri?

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user157 i don’t think oscar is y/n’s type

-> user268 who asked for ur opinion

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user53 didn’t she say to please stop assuming things about her relationship

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user16 where do people even get this

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user468 okay but they look so so good together

user26 honestly i like seeing her happy

user16 she is glowing!!!

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oscarpiastri why do that when you can be a passenger princess

user16 y/n is getting princess treatment

logansargent my happy family

landonorris please get off my feed, i have to see you guys enough in the real world

user51 omg omg omg it’s finally confirmed!!!

user178 should we act surprised ?

oscarpiastri i love you x

user17 our girl is all grown up

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-> y/nnnn how do you even know that?

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user15 okay now i see the appeal

user78 hot couple alert!

landonorris again? i’m going to be sick

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y/nnnn drivers lessons are coming soon right? x

[melodyreads]

Only threw this party for you

Hamzah x (fem)reader

Description: It's the reader's birthday and she decided to host a "rager". Her friends are skeptical as she's never been interested in hosting parties. Little do they know, it was all planned with the hope that one person in particular would make an appearance.

a/n: I'm sure you can tell from my profile pic that I'm a huge Charli fan lol. This idea came to me as I was playing this album on repeat. Hope y'all enjoy <3

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The bass thumped against the walls, the thick air overbearing with the smell of spilled drinks and hot bodies. You had never been one for house parties—especially not the kind filled with strangers you barely knew. But this made the party all that much more appealing right? Tonight was different.

Tonight was a gamble.

Your friends had raised their eyebrows when you’d proposed the idea. "Since when do you throw parties?" Taylor had asked, skepticism lacing her tone. You’d only shrugged, feigning nonchalance, while anticipation clawed at your ribs. You have just recently moved into a new apartment with lots of space, so this could be your chance to show it off. While everyone else thought this was just a random burst of spontaneity, you knew better.

You’d planned every detail of this night with one hope in mind:

that Hamzah would show up.

Hamzah had been your friend for years— at least, that was how you would describe him. You weren't even sure if he felt the same way anymore. Your friendship teetering on the edge of something more but never quite crossing that line. That was until one night you had said a few more words then you should have.

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It had been late, just the two of you lingering in the glow of streetlights after the rest of your friends had gone home. He always walked you home.

His arms rested in his pockets as he looked down at you smiling while you recited a story you found hilarious.

"Can you believe that? She went that far all for some guy. I can't even imagine."

He chuckled, shaking his head. "I mean, people do crazy things for the people they like."

You laughed, a little breathless, but his smile made your heart skip. It was like there was a quiet understanding between the two of you, a connection that lingered in the spaces between your words.

As we arrived at my apartment, something in the city air made me feel a bit too confident. Suddenly, words tumbled from your lips before you could stop it. "Honestly, I can only imagine going that far if he was someone like you."

Too much.

Hamzah stopped dead in his tracks, mouth agape with wide eyes.

You had let your guard slip.

He hadn’t responded right away. His gaze had flickered, searching yours, his lips parting as if to say something—anything—but nothing came. The silence stretched too long, thick and suffocating, until finally, he had only managed a quiet, "I should go."

___

That was the last you had heard from him in weeks. You were too embarrassed to phone him or go by his house and apologize for making the situation so weird.

You tried not to scan the crowd too obviously, though your heart shot up each time the front door creaked open. Friends mingled, and people you barely knew were making out in corners. Almost everyone was enjoying themselves, dancing in dim lighting without a care in the world. Someone had taken control of the playlist, swapping your mix of what you liked to call, "gay club music" with Nettspend.

Still, no Hamzah.

You were starting to lose hope.

You went outside in an attempt to cool off. The view was the highlight of your new place. The city lights shined brightly as you looked down imagining what the rest of the world was doing tonight.

What he was doing.

Your head turned to see the steam rolling off the newly integrated pool on your balcony. Beside the view, it was your favorite part of the apartment, and one of the main reasons you fought so hard to secure this place. You looked back through the door you came from.

No one seemed to notice you were even gone.

You slowly removed the short dress you were wearing. As you kicked it to the side, you plunged into the warm water.

The warmth of the water wrapped around you, contrasting against the crisp night air. You let yourself float, eyes closed, taking in the sacred peacefulness. You felt your heart start to ache. You weren’t sure if it was the remnants of disappointment or the burn of anticipation that you couldn’t quite shake.

When you finally broke the surface, slicking your hair back and blinking against the city lights, your breath caught in your throat.

Hamzah was there.

Sitting by the edge of the pool, laying back on his arms, watching you with an unreadable expression. His dark eyes bore into yours with an expression almost unreadable The golden glow of the city cast soft shadows across his face, making the moment feel almost unreal.

You suddenly became acutely aware of your lack of clothes.

Your stomach twisted as embarrassment crept up your spine. You opened your mouth to speak, to explain, to maybe make a joke and defuse the tension, but nothing came out. He beat you to it.

“You always do this,” he said in a deep but quiet voice.

Your brows knitted together. “Do what?”

“Run away.”

You swallowed hard, shifting in the water as you hugged your arms around yourself. “I thought you were avoiding me.”

Hamzah let out a breath, shaking his head. “I wasn’t. I just… I needed to think.”

You nodded, though you weren’t entirely sure what to say to that. The air between you buzzed with an unspoken weight, the memory of your last encounter hanging between you like a feeling you couldn't shake.

Then, in the silence, he said it.

“I like you.”

Your heart stuttered.

“I’ve liked you for a while,” he continued, his voice softer now, like he wasn’t entirely sure how to say it. “And I freaked out when you got close because I didn’t know if you felt the same.”

You stared at him, chest rising and falling too quickly. The warmth of the pool did nothing to ease the chill spreading through your veins—not from fear, but from the sheer intensity of his words.

You started to move towards him.

Reaching for the ledge, you pushed yourself up slightly, just enough to get the bottom half of his clothes wet.

The space between you dissolves into nothing. Your fingers found his jaw, your fingers finally meeting at the side of his mouth before leaning in.

The moment his lips met yours, it was like everything clicked into place.

Your mouths moved against each other in fever as if you were both making up for lost time. Which you definitley were.

In one swift movement, he pulled you out of the water completely so that your drenched body was straddling his. The tension that had been lingering for weeks melted in the heat of the kiss. He tasted like the city night and something inherently him—something you had been wanting for longer than you cared to admit. His hands found your waist, fingers pressing into the slick fabric of your bra, grounding you in the reality of it all.

When you finally pulled away, foreheads touching, his breath mingling with yours, you couldn’t help but smile.

"So..." Hamzah said out of breath, "Who’s the lucky guest of honor?”

You shrugged, ignoring the way your pulse betrayed you. “Dunno. Just… felt like celebrating.”

He chuckled at this, something dark in his eyes shined as he leaned in close enough for only me to hear.

“Happy birthday, then,” he murmured, voice softer now.

Maybe—just maybe—the gamble had paid off.

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a/n: Just wrote this in my 365 partygirl shirt hope I channeled the vibes. Thank u for reading <3333333333333333

[maxiine]

Start of something new

Bakugoxreader F/reader in mind

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The time was 7:20pm

The agency was set to close in 40 minutes but you were on night watch tonight. You sat mindlessly atop the building keeping an eye on the city below. Your quirk gave your senses enhancements so to say you could hear, see and smell a crime from above was not an understatement. The rest of your colleagues and most of the pros in the surrounding cities had requested this special night off to celebrate the congratulated no.2 pro hero shotou. Of course the reason was not stated to the public but you may have overheard your boss talking. However you were happy to be the honored sidekick to be left in charge while everyone was away, it wasn’t often you were given hefty or important jobs but tonight was your chance to prove how useful you can continue to be to everyone.

You even took some time out of your lunch earlier to cover some paper work that the oh so great dynamite hated doing.

You had seen a multitude of social media posts from the group dinner. All you could do was smile at how wholesome and happy every one seemed. I mean it’s not everyday you can catch up with the ones you grew up with so you were happy they could all meet up again- all of them together. You’d often over hear Bakugo speaking with Kirishima or even Midorya about how they wanted to see everyone again, it had been awhile. You’d also see how brooding bakugo would become when he hadn’t seen any updates about his friends in the polls. He was just a nosey but caring guy.

To be completely honest, you had grown completely fond of him. Not just as a boss or in the way he ran things; but in the way that he spoke to civilians and kids who had gotten hurt. Or his bluntness towards ridiculous reporters trying to fish for info; maybe even in the way he would smile and laugh when he was out on the field with some of his closest friends. There was so many things, big and small, that fed into this thought of how grateful you were to work here.. with him.

You couldn’t get overly carried away though, you still had a lot to learn. So much room to grow. And thinking of your boss in not so professional ways was not going to help aid that goal.

*ding*

Your phone had vibrated in your pocket and dinged. A notification.

You reached into your back pocket while trying to still keep an eye out on the streets below, the time was 7:45, meaning you had a bit left before you were assigned to street patrol. You took that thought and decided it wouldn’t hurt to see the noti.

*✔️k.dynamite posted to their story*

You assumed he was posting more of the dinner party, and as nosey as you accused him of being, you weren’t much better. You click his circle icon on instagram and are immediately met with shotou, midorya, and himself taking a group photo. Shotou is wearing a sweet bright smile and of course midorya is following up with the same cuteness. But bakugo is wearing a smug grin, his sharp canines making an appearance. In small texts he wrote “congrats icy hot”, a nickname you heard he gave him way back in high-school. You hadn’t noticed the smile you had on your face as you went to heart the story post. But before you could ponder any longer- you put your phone back and gather yourself to head down to start patrol.

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11:20

It was well late into the night now. Almost time to head back to the agency where Soon the over night patrol would be in to relieve you of your shift. The night wasn’t very active which was surprising to say the least. Some bar fights and kids messing around was all you had run into. Oh and one guy trying to break into a car but you got him handled nicely and escorted to the police. Now you were just walking back. Your hero suit made it difficult to find warmth in cold nights like these. Especially where you weren’t doing much, so you were left to be chilly. You held your self tight, mumbling small tasks you needed to do once you got back. Gotta finish the paper work, check in with the reports, clock out, clean the front, then leave to hopefully get some dinner. It may have seemed like alot but you’d most likely be home by 2 am which is actually earlier than you’d usual be out. You were a chronic over worker, but most sidekicks were; money won’t make it self right?

Finally you had made it back and had already begun your trot to your office (which was really an empty table in the meeting room.) you had worked through most of bakugo reports before you decided to start on your own.

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Katsuki’s pov-

Katsuki was gripping his steering wheel pretty tightly on his way back. Dinner was great, and his talk with midorya? Well not so great but he was happy to help him do something he had put off for so long. Kirishima being the bestie that he is, couldn’t let him live it down so he begrudgingly teased him all the way back. Despite all of that, he had a pretty good night. However he still had his own goals and priorities and thinking about what work he has left for him was driving him insane. He wouldn’t be able to sleep easy unless he had it done or at least a head-start.

With ease he drives himself to his agency. It was 1:26 am and he was set for work at 7am but that didn’t matter. He probably could just stay up and shower there if he really needed to. The street lights shower a soft glow on to his face as he wears a concerned expression. Not intentionally but no one was around anyway, so he didn’t mind. He was anxious . Not just about his agency or the left over reports he didn’t finish. But.. about you. He had made sure not to put too much stress on you so leaving you to be in charge while he was away was enough to have this man run back immediately. It’s not that he didn’t trust you. He just wanted you to be safe, and he would feel much better if he was around to insure that. He couldn’t exactly remember when he started to feel that way. It could have been as soon as you were recruited but he wasn’t going to waste his time thinking of trivial things.

He arrived back. Walking from his sleek black car to the entrance and he couldn’t help but feel strange. He walked in after placing scanning his badge at the door, allowing him personal access through security. Once he was in, he noticed your badge placed on the front desk where the secretary would be. He felt panic, why were you still here? Were you even here or did something happen to you? Did you forget your badge but then how would you have left? He quickly assessed the situation, and the only way your badge would still be here is if YOU were still in this building. With that thought he quickly marched his way towards your work area while also quickly checking every other room. He couldn’t believe you were still here. Over working your self like damn usual.

He finally saw your hunched figure, you seemed to be resting your head? No maybe looking at something? All his thoughts stopped as he heard your soft snoring and slow breathing. You were asleep. You were safe and sound sleeping in HIS agency. He didn’t even realize he was holding his breath until he let out a heavy sigh, thankful and worry free to see you. He walked over, and noticed you had completed his paper work while also checking yours.

“Tsk. Idiot” he mumbles to himself softly, trying not to wake you. He carefully grabs the papers and files from under you and Gently places them else where. After much thought, he decided on waking you up so you could get some sleep in the rest area or at least let him take you home. However, with every nudge and poke, you weren’t even stirring in the slightest. He couldn’t find the heart to try any further. So while it wasn’t the best idea, he pulled back your chair and carefully picked you up. Taking you back to his office where he has a couch. He would put anyone else on the coaches at the front or even on one the cots stored away. But he knew his couch was the comfiest as he had spent many nights there himself, you deserved some comfortable rest.

He placed you down gently, then covering you with one of his blankets stored away. It wasn’t big nor was it the best quality but it would do the job. With a sigh he decided to let you sleep while he finished up your reports since you’ve done all of his. Yours would probably be much easier anyway since you were just a rookie sidekick.

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He continued to type and write away, giving a soft melody to the air.

you could’ve slept for awhile longer if your senses hadn’t woke you up.

Shit! You thought to yourself, you fell asleep. But you were so warm, and your back fell on something soft.. weird.

You opened your eyes and understood now, you were lying on a couch. But who’s-

“You up now?” A grumbled voice speaks to you from behind a desk.

And it was none other than bakugo himself.

You quickly shot up fixing your hair and rubbing your eyes, trying to regain any sort of composure possible in this moment.

“Dynamite sir, I’m so sorry!”

“ idiot. Listen don’t apologize, you had a long night so just” he pauses for a moment and looks up at you. “Go home and get some rest.”

“But sir- I haven’t finished my reports.” You got up to gather your files.

“I already did them. You’re fine now go. And I’m taking you off of patrol tonight, so no excuses.” He said in his usual bossy tone.

“Wait why? I can still work or is this a punishment? I’m really sorry- I.. wait what do you mean by excuses?” You stammer over your words before questioning the blonde.

“You have no excuse not to comeback 100%. I’m giving you the day off so shut up and please just go.” It was way too damn early to be dealing with all of your questions let alone trying to get you to go home and take care of yourself. You were stressing this poor man out.

“Oh. I see, well um” you put your hand behind your head nervously before finally deciding it’s better to actually just go.

“Thank you for letting me sleep here. I promise it won’t happen again.” You tend to make false promises, especially when it came to your overworking habits.

“You better mean that, or I’ll kick your ass. Got it?” He barks at you. Only because he cares so much. He wanted you to care too.

“Got it.” You chuckles softly and you couldn’t help but hope to actually keep this promise. You share a small moment of contact with the blonde. His red eyes staring right into you, as if reading your mind. You shake the feeling and turn to head out.

“Have a good day then dynamite.” You begin to head out.

“Just call me katsuki. When we’re off duty.” He says casually but the small tint of pink on his cheeks tells you he was nervous to say that.

Alright then

“I’ll see you later. Katsuki.” You say his name softly, almost like a whisper before finally leaving for the day.

The time was 6:45am and you were getting ready for bed in your own home. You knew you’d be falling asleep thinking of him. Not the pro hero dynamite, but Katsuki Bakugou. The off duty hero who has your heart in a choke hold.

It has been so long since I’ve written for Bakugo, but I’ve never posted him on here so :) glad I finally did. He’s my fav so maybe I’ll post more of him <3

Also! I’m sorry I get lost in detail and back-round >.< I’ll work on it

[yanoverload]

𝕐𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕖! 𝕊𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕤𝕤

This time, the portrait is at the end of the post, and you will see why!

The story is based on a magic fictional world, much like those in villainess isekai manhwas. 

I promise I don't hate any church ok. I only used words related to real life as a way to make it understandable.

Also you thought Dae-Ho was cuckoo? HAH THIS GUY IS SO MUCH WORSE.

Also I'll post a drawing of "Anneliese" later for you guys to imagine her.

ℍ𝕚𝕞𝕞𝕖𝕝 "𝔸𝕟𝕟𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕖𝕤𝕖" 𝕊𝕔𝕙ä𝕗𝕖𝕣 𝟚𝟜 𝕪𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕤 𝕠𝕝𝕕 𝟙𝟟𝟟 𝕔𝕞 (𝕠𝕣 𝟝’𝟠 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕥)

🌟 As much as it likes to deny, the high church knew they had enemies. 

🌟 They were far and between, but they refused to leave until the current administration of said holy empire was destroyed.

🌟 That was at least, the current plan of the biggest assassination guild known on the six empires, also known as Tartaros. 

🌟 And they had the perfect guy for the job. 

🌟 Codename Carnelian, actually named Himmel, was the orphaned son of two well known alchemists at older times.

🌟 Said alchemists were killed by the church in the hunt for what they were currently called: defectives.

🌟 To seem merciful and holy, the children of the holy criminals were spared, but kept in church facilities that the unfortunate that live there call "detention center".

🌟 Alchemists aren't hard to identify, for their eyes look like that of the most refined jewels, said to be able to see the nature and essence of all elements on earth.

🌟 That was why, the only way Himmel managed to escape was learning glamour magic, disguising as a common nun.

🌟 Now, not only with that card in his hands, as well as years of studying the ins and outs of the institution, he was picked for the master plan.

🌟 Infiltrate the church, steal the love the worshippers have for it, and kill the high priest.

And oh, how Himmel drooled thinking about the day. 

🌟 Oh right, he's not Himmel for the time being. He's "Anneliese" the beloved and revered saintess.

🌟 It took a while to get the recognition, he admits, but how easy it is to fool everyone with a sweet and fragile looking persona.

🌟 What he didn't anticipate at the time however, was the plan the high priest had for him.

🌟 How genius it would be, to make the saintess betrothed to the ruler of the second biggest empire in their world.

🌟 The emperor/empress was the biggest stone in the church's shoes, as one of the only that didn't impose their religion on their people.

🌟 So their political move was to throw the saintess as a pawn and a spy in said empire.

🌟 That put a bit of a slow down to the Tartaros' plan.

🌟 What also slowed down their plan was Himmel's feelings.

🌟 He was taught to love no one. But even when he showed up in your own palace, you treated the saintess, someone you should hate and wish to throw to the wolves, with utmost respect and care, like a fragile doll.

🌟 And how was he supposed to not care for you when you hated the church just as much as he did?

🌟 Maybe being an empress wasn't so bad! He just had to seduce you, and after the downfall of the church, you would keep him by your side.

🌟 He didn't expect you to come back from your hunting trip so soon though.

🌟 So now, as you enter the meeting room expecting to meet certain higher ups and some kissasses of the high priest, you instead find a blonde shirtless man, covered in blood, corpses littered at his feet.

🌟 Not being the empress/emperor for nothing, you reach for your sword, but your keen eyes notice something.

🌟 A burn scar that looks like the Callisto star, the brightest in the sky, right at the back of the man's throat.

🌟 The same Saintess Anneliese has.

🌟 Burn marks being the one impossible thing to remove with spells.

🌟 The man looks at you with euphoria and obsession in his eyes.

"My love, you're back earlier than I expected. Did you know these bastards were secretly planning a coup? But don't worry, I took care of them."

🌟 In the state of shock at your discovery, you barely notice his arms slinging at your shoulders, close to you like one would to a lover.

🌟 But Anneliese or whatever this freak decides to go by, is not a lover in your eyes. They are like a Venus flytrap, seductive persona trying to swallow you whole.

🌟 He whispers in your ear.

"Let me be your executioner, and I shall turn you into god."

[aspenmissing]

ᴀ ᴍᴇʟᴏᴅʏ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴜꜱ

ᴠɪᴋᴛᴏʀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ (ꜰᴇᴀᴛ. ᴊᴀʏᴄᴇ) || ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ || 3100 ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: ɴᴏɴᴇ

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ʏ/ɴ, ᴀ ᴛᴀʟᴇɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴠɪᴏʟɪɴɪꜱᴛ ɪɴ ᴘɪʟᴛᴏᴠᴇʀ, ᴄᴀᴘᴛᴜʀᴇꜱ ᴠɪᴋᴛᴏʀ’ꜱ ᴀᴛᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇʀ ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟʟʏ ᴄʜᴀʀɢᴇᴅ ᴘᴇʀꜰᴏʀᴍᴀɴᴄᴇꜱ. ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴄᴏɴɴᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴅᴇᴇᴘᴇɴꜱ ᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇʏ ʙᴏɴᴅ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ꜱʜᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴄᴏɴᴠᴇʀꜱᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ, ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴠɪᴋᴛᴏʀ ʀᴇᴠᴇᴀʟɪɴɢ ʜɪꜱ ᴠᴜʟɴᴇʀᴀʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇꜱ. ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴜɴʟɪᴋᴇʟʏ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱʜɪᴘ ʙʟᴏꜱꜱᴏᴍꜱ ɪɴᴛᴏ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴍᴇᴀɴɪɴɢꜰᴜʟ, ᴅᴇꜱᴘɪᴛᴇ ʜɪꜱ ꜱᴏᴄɪᴀʟ ᴀᴡᴋᴡᴀʀᴅɴᴇꜱꜱ.

ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ | ᴠɪᴋᴛᴏʀ

In the bustling city of Piltover, where invention and artistry intertwined in an ever-evolving dance of progress, there was one particular sound that everyone looked forward to: the sweet, ethereal strains of a violin. It was the sound that carried the emotions of Piltover’s finest halls, echoing through concert venues, private gatherings, and even the grand parties hosted by the city’s elite. For many, it was a reminder of what was beautiful in a city often defined by its cutting-edge technologies and relentless pursuit of advancement.

Y/N was one such artist, known for her remarkable violin skills and the ability to play with the depth of emotion that could make even the coldest heart stir. Her music transcended mere notes; it told stories of love, loss, and the complexities of life. Every performance was an experience, a moment where the world seemed to stop just for her.

It was at one of these performances that Viktor first heard her play.

Viktor had never been one for grand shows or social gatherings. His mind was constantly consumed with work, the relentless pursuit of innovation and improvement. But when a certain invitation to a private concert caught his eye, his curiosity got the better of him. It wasn’t often that Piltover’s elite hosted such intimate musical evenings, and he had heard the name of the violinist spoken in hushed, reverent tones.

When the night of the performance arrived, Viktor found himself in the audience of a grand hall. The lights were dimmed, and the room was thick with anticipation. He had no expectations, but what he didn’t realize was that Y/N would change everything for him.

The moment she stepped onto the stage, with her violin in hand, the entire room seemed to hold its breath. The first bow against the strings was soft, tentative, but then it built—layered with warmth and emotion—and Viktor felt something stir in his chest. He wasn’t sure if it was the music itself or the way she played, but every note felt like it was being woven directly into his soul.

Viktor wasn’t accustomed to such feelings. The coldness of logic had always been his comfort, the steady rhythm of his work the only thing that kept his mind anchored. But here, in this room, surrounded by the delicate sound of Y/N’s violin, he found himself vulnerable, exposed. He felt, for the first time in years, the stirrings of something softer, more human.

From that night on, Viktor made it a point to attend every concert she had, sitting quietly in the back, his eyes focused on her as she played. It wasn’t just the music that drew him in; it was the way she held herself—the way she made every note seem like a secret shared just between her and the world. Her passion, her grace, and the purity in her music were a sharp contrast to the mechanical world he inhabited.

One evening, months later, the city’s most prestigious event was taking place—a grand gala hosted by the Piltover Council. It was a night of elegance, filled with speeches, toasts, and power players in the city coming together under one roof. Viktor had been invited, as always, but it was a necessary engagement for him, more business than pleasure. He had little interest in the discussions of politics and power, his mind always drifting back to his work. Still, he found himself at the gala, his dark eyes scanning the room, his ever-present cane tapping lightly against the marble floor.

The ballroom was grander than he had anticipated, with its crystal chandeliers casting a soft glow over the attendees, their voices blending into a low hum. He barely noticed the swirling dancers or the laughter of the council members. His thoughts were elsewhere, occupied with the devices he had been tinkering with in his laboratory.

That was until a familiar melody began to fill the air.

Y/N had been invited to perform, as she often was at high-profile events, but this time, something was different. She wasn’t standing in a distant concert hall—she was in the heart of the gathering, the crowd parting for her as she stepped into the center of the ballroom, her violin poised elegantly under her chin. The first note she played was haunting, beautiful, and Viktor felt his heart skip a beat. For a moment, the entire world seemed to fade, and all that mattered was the sound she produced and the grace with which she moved.

Viktor stood, transfixed by the music. The violin's notes filled the air, a symphony of emotion that wove through the grand ballroom like an invisible thread, pulling at his heart. His eyes remained locked on Y/N as she played, her fingers dancing across the strings with a precision that seemed to command the very atmosphere around her. The world outside of the music seemed to fade into the background as he allowed himself to be enveloped by the sound, each note deepening his admiration for her.

Her performance came to a delicate end, the last note hanging in the air like a sigh before dissolving into silence. A soft hush fell over the room, and then applause erupted from the gathered crowd. Viktor, still standing in the same spot, was caught somewhere between the serenity of the music and the overwhelming energy of the gala. The chatter began to pick up again as people returned to their conversations, but Viktor remained rooted to the spot, lost in thought. He wanted to take in every detail of the night, every feeling that Y/N’s music had stirred within him.

But the sounds of the crowd slowly began to pull Viktor back to reality. As he started to walk through the room, his mind still lingering on Y/N's performance, he couldn't help but feel disconnected from the conversations around him. He was an observer, a silent participant in a world he often felt he didn’t quite belong to.

As he walked past a group of guests laughing and chatting, he accidentally bumped into someone. He turned sharply, caught off guard by the sudden movement, and in the process, his cane slipped from his hand. Panic shot through him as his legs wavered, and just as quickly, a warm, steadying hand reached out to catch him.

"Careful there," a soft, familiar voice said. Viktor froze. He didn’t need to look up to know who it was.

Y/N stood there, her eyes wide with concern as she helped steady him. Her touch was gentle, her fingers warm against his skin, and for a moment, Viktor felt the familiar pull of his vulnerability. His breath caught, and he felt his face flush in embarrassment. He had spent so long trying to mask his physical limitations, to hide his weakness, but here she was, effortlessly bridging the distance between them.

He was thankful for her help, but also a little disoriented. “I—thank you,” Viktor managed to say, his voice soft as he regained his balance.

Y/N smiled, her worry still evident but softened by the kindness in her eyes. “Of course,” she said, and without hesitation, she bent down to retrieve his cane. Her movements were fluid, graceful—just as graceful as the way she had played earlier. When she stood up and handed him the cane, their fingers brushed lightly. Viktor couldn’t help but notice how the simple gesture felt like a connection, a small, tender moment that made his chest tighten.

Viktor blinked, still slightly off balance, but not from the fall anymore. “Viktor? Right?” Y/N’s voice was soft, but there was a glimmer of recognition in her eyes.

Viktor looked at her in surprise, his brow furrowing. “You… know my name?”

Y/N let out a light laugh, a sound that brought warmth to the air around them. "Your partner—Jayce—he mentioned it to me. I promise I'm not some weirdo" she added with a playful glint in her eye.

Viktor’s confusion deepened, and he blinked at her, still processing the words. "Jayce?" he echoed, but before he could ask further, Y/N continued.

“He also mentioned that you're a fan of my music,” Y/N said with an easy smile, as though it were something simple, something no more extraordinary than a casual observation.

Viktor felt his chest tighten. Jayce had spoken of him to Y/N? And she remembered his name? He hadn’t expected that. He wasn’t used to being noticed or remembered in this way, especially in a crowd like this. It was unexpected, yet… strangely comforting. He found himself at a loss for words.

Before Viktor could gather his thoughts, he felt a presence nearby. Glancing over to the side, he caught sight of Jayce standing a little ways off, arms crossed, holding his thumbs up at Viktor with a sincere, almost hopeful smile. Viktor’s expression flickered with confusion, followed by a flash of irritation. What on earth was Jayce doing now?

Under his breath, Viktor muttered a curse at his partner, who seemed entirely too pleased with himself. That idiot... He couldn't decide if Jayce was intentionally trying to embarrass him or if he truly didn't understand how awkward this situation was for him. Viktor's cheeks warmed, but he didn’t want to make a scene, so he quickly turned his attention back to Y/N, though the flush of embarrassment hadn't entirely faded.

Y/N, noticing the subtle change in Viktor’s expression, tilted her head curiously. “Is something wrong?” she asked, her voice soft and full of concern.

Viktor quickly forced a calm expression onto his face, though the hint of frustration was still there. “No… nothing at all,” he replied, his voice a little more strained than he intended.

It wasn’t Jayce’s teasing he was upset about—it was the thought that his partner had somehow felt the need to intervene in his conversation with Y/N. He glanced back at Jayce again, who was still standing there, but this time, Viktor could see the look on his face was genuine—he wasn’t mocking him, or trying to make him uncomfortable. It almost looked like… hope? A quiet optimism, as though Jayce was eagerly waiting for something.

“I’m sure he just wanted to help,” Viktor muttered, trying to downplay it, though the edge of sarcasm in his tone slipped through.

Y/N chuckled, a warm, reassuring sound that helped ease some of the tension in Viktor’s chest. “Help?” she asked, a playful glint in her eyes. “Or was he trying to set you up with an opportunity to speak with me?”

Viktor blinked, a little thrown off by the implication. “I—I don’t—”

Y/N laughed again, and this time, it was more than just playful. It felt like a gentle nudge, a reassurance that nothing in the moment had to be complicated. “Relax, Viktor. I promise, I’m not going to bite. You’re safe with me.”

Viktor’s heart skipped a beat. The ease in her voice, the kindness in her eyes, made him feel… disarmed. It was strange, how easy it felt to talk to her. And yet, a part of him couldn’t quite shake the unease from earlier. He looked down at the cane in his hand, taking a deep breath before meeting her gaze again.

“I’m sorry if I seem... awkward. I’m not used to these kinds of situations,” Viktor admitted, his words falling out more quietly than he meant.

Y/N’s expression softened, and she took a small step closer to him. “You don’t need to apologize. I understand. But I’m enjoying talking to you, Viktor.”

Her words struck him deeply. Most of the time, he felt like he was only seen for the work he did, for the machines he built. But Y/N? She saw him. She actually saw him, in a way that no one had in a long time.

He found himself speaking without thinking. “I’m glad you’re not disappointed. I don’t want to waste your time.”

Y/N shook her head, her smile never wavering. “Viktor, you’re not wasting my time. I promise.”

Before Viktor could respond, he found his gaze drifting back to Jayce. This time, Jayce wasn’t grinning with mischief—his smile was simply hopeful, eager, as though he was rooting for Viktor to succeed. He could tell his partner was just trying to push him out of his shell, trying to help him make a connection with someone he clearly thought Viktor could get along with. The realization made Viktor feel a bit foolish, and he let out a quiet sigh.

Y/N followed his gaze and chuckled softly, her eyes twinkling with amusement. “It seems like Jayce is still trying to play matchmaker,” she remarked, glancing over her shoulder at the scientist.

Viktor couldn’t help but roll his eyes, but there was no real annoyance in the gesture this time. “It’s like he thinks I’m incapable of handling a simple conversation without some kind of nudge.”

Y/N’s expression softened, and she shot Viktor a playful look. “Well, maybe he’s just trying to make sure you meet the people you’d enjoy. He talks about you all the time, you know?”

Viktor blinked in surprise. “He does?”

“Of course,” she replied with a smile. “You’re not the only one who can’t escape the other’s ramblings.” She winked. “He speaks highly of you, Viktor. Says you’re brilliant and humble... but mostly that he thinks you need to relax every now and then.”

Viktor’s brow furrowed, a little skeptical but also warmed by her words. Jayce wasn’t the most subtle person, but if this was truly his way of helping, then Viktor supposed he could tolerate it—just this once.

“I suppose... he does have his own unique way of doing things,” Viktor conceded with a sigh, still feeling a little out of his depth.

Y/N nodded, her smile gentle. “Exactly. But he means well. And honestly, Viktor, I’m glad you’re here. I’m glad you’re talking to me.”

Viktor couldn’t help the warmth that spread through him at her words. For all of Jayce’s antics, for all the awkwardness and discomfort he felt, there was something undeniably real in this conversation, something he hadn’t expected to find here.

The world around them seemed to fade as they stood there, connected in a quiet understanding, and for a fleeting moment, Viktor didn’t mind the noise of the crowd or the warm press of people around them. It was just him, Y/N, and an unexpected sense of calm.

“I’m glad too,” Viktor murmured, his voice softer than before.

Y/N’s smile deepened, her eyes kind and understanding. “Good. I’m glad we’re on the same page.”

As the conversation between them continued, the tension Viktor had carried with him for most of the night seemed to dissipate, piece by piece. He no longer felt the weight of his usual self-consciousness or the pull of his usual solitude. Instead, he found himself drawn into the flow of their dialogue, their words slipping into an easy rhythm as they shared stories, opinions, and laughter. The world around them seemed to blur into the background as they both fell into an effortless companionship.

Y/N spoke about her interests with a quiet passion, detailing books, music, and art in a way that made Viktor feel like he was discovering new parts of the world he'd never considered. She spoke of the things she loved with such enthusiasm, and Viktor found himself listening intently, captivated not just by her words, but by the way her eyes lit up as she spoke. It was the kind of attention he wasn’t used to, but he found himself craving more.

In turn, Viktor shared things he had kept buried—his work, his ambitions, his frustrations. It wasn’t often he opened up like this, but with Y/N, it felt easy. She listened, truly listened, without judgment, offering thoughtful responses that showed she wasn’t just hearing his words, but understanding them. Every now and then, they would laugh together, the sound of it light and genuine, and Viktor found himself appreciating the simplicity of it all.

Time seemed to stretch and bend around them, as if the universe had granted them a small bubble of peace in the midst of everything. They talked about their favorite childhood memories, their hopes for the future, and the silly things that made them smile. The night felt infinite, like it could last forever, and Viktor didn’t mind. He wasn’t in a rush to leave or retreat. Not when this—this connection—felt so real.

At one point, Y/N glanced around the room and laughed softly, a quiet sound that pulled Viktor’s attention back to her. “I think we’ve monopolized this corner,” she said with a playful grin, her cheeks flushed from their conversation. “We might be the only ones still standing here, talking about absolutely nothing and everything.”

Viktor chuckled, a sound that felt foreign but pleasant on his lips. “I suppose we’ve found our own little world.”

“Seems that way,” she said, her gaze softening. “And I’m glad we did.”

Viktor felt his heart settle, the nervous energy that had once filled him now replaced with something lighter. There was an ease to being with Y/N that he hadn’t expected, a calm that wrapped around him like a comforting blanket.

They spent the rest of the evening lost in conversation, talking about everything and nothing, with no pressure, no expectations. For the first time in a long time, Viktor didn’t feel the need to hide behind his work or his cold, clinical demeanor. With Y/N, he could just be himself. And in return, she did the same, allowing him to see her for the person she was, without pretense or reservation.

As the night wound down, Viktor realized with a quiet sense of surprise that he hadn’t felt this comfortable in a long time. He wasn’t sure what the future held, but in that moment, with Y/N beside him, the world didn’t seem so daunting anymore.

“Thank you,” Viktor said quietly, his voice sincere. “For tonight. For… everything.”

Y/N smiled, her eyes warm and understanding. “Of course, Viktor. I’m glad we could spend it together.”

And as the evening finally drew to a close, Viktor found that he wasn’t in a hurry to leave. He had learned something important that night—that sometimes, all it took was one genuine conversation to remind him of what it meant to be truly seen.

With a final glance toward Jayce, who was still standing across the room, Viktor felt a small but genuine smile tug at his lips. Maybe his partner wasn’t so misguided after all.

[fanon-canon-idfk]

Beast Dazai Who is Aware of the “Man Behind the Smile” Universe

Mafia boss Dazai waking up in a room he doesn’t recognize

He wakes up in these average, mundane sheets. Nothing like the rich silk draped over his own mattress.

He sits up, head pounding, still in his clothing from the night prior. Minus his coat; draped over the chair in the corner of the room.

Speaking of the room, it most certainly wasn’t his.

His thoughts were racing by now. Was he kidnapped? By whom? When? Where was his gun? How would he get out?

He quietly got up from the bed, quickly moving to his jacket. He slid his hand into the pocket, eye still on the door.

In his hand he felt the familiar metal of his gun, relief rushing over him- but not before being drowned out by more confusion.

Why would his captor leave him his gun? By the weight of it alone he knew the chamber was still full. Where was this captor? Why would they put him in their bed?

Just then, Dazai could hear footsteps growing closer. He pulled his gun out of his jacket pocket, aiming it to the door as he held it strongly in both hands.

The door began to gently creak open, the light from the hall bleeding in.

Once the door was fully open and a silhouette was clear, Dazai made a warning shot right next to his captor’s head.

“Hands up. Where I can see them.” He ordered, glaring daggers into the silhouette in the doorframe.

“I’ll need to put this down first.” The silhouette spoke, gesturing to a tray they held in their hands.

Dazai looked down as the tray came into vision. Food. A wholesome breakfast only seen in movies.

Dazai’s brows furrowed. He was even more confused now.

The silhouette then stepped into the room, revealing it to be a familiar face.

You were just another subordinate. A body guard of his in fact. What the hell was he doing in your bed?

He didn’t put down his weapon, not yet at least. He needed to know your intentions first. He was the leader of the Port Mafia after all, many wanted him dead.

“You must not remember last night.” You started, setting the tray of food down on the bed. You held both your hands up peacefully as you approached him.

“Clearly not.” He chuckled, a fake smirk on his face.

“I accompanied you to that bar you like. The small one.” You began explaining, doing your best not to talking with your hands.

“You seemed troubled. You drank nearly a whole bottle before the bartender cut you off.” You softly chuckled at the memory.

“I attempted to drive you home, but frankly I don’t know your address. You wouldn’t tell me so..” I gestured to the whole bedroom. “Here we are.”

The room was quiet for a moment, he was clearly thinking whether or not he should believe you.

“Don’t worry, you had the bed to yourself. I was on my couch.” I finished, leaving him to process my words.

After a few moments, he finally lowered his gun, mindlessly tossing it onto the chair with his coat.

He rummaged through the pockets of his coat again, pulling out his phone. “There.” He said as your own phone buzzed in your pocket.

A text showed on your screen, an address sent by the man in front of you.

“You can drive me home now.” He stated as he slipped his coat on, preparing to leave.

He walked past you, stealing a piece of toast from the plate you made him as he walked out of the room.

You sighed, following after him.

The story you told was technically correct.

Well, if you’re not counting the details that were left out..

Here’s how it really went:

You accompanied your boss to what he labeled as his “favorite bar.”

The night was quiet, he didn’t care much to speak with you as he drank. He only slipped a few words to the bartender, clearly more familiar with the man.

He didn’t utter a word to you until he was fairly drunk, telling you to sitting down. You followed suit.

He spent the night drunkenly chuckling as he told stories to nobody in particular, yourself simply listening.

The more drinks he had the more he slumped over. He was still clearly guarded, no matter how drunk. But he was noticeably leaning on you.

As the night got darker, more and more people left, leaving you and your boss to be the only customers.

He kept drinking until he was cut off, uncharacteristically pouty once he was.

His head was pressed against your chest, yourself sitting stiffly, unsure of how to handle your boss’s behavior.

He began murmuring insane things and a name you couldn’t quite make out. He kept speaking of different worlds?

Your boss was surely strange but you’d never heard a man talk about different universes and worlds when drunk.

He was also oddly clinging onto you. Your boss was never someone to be vulnerable with anyone especially not a mere employee like you. So why was he acting like you were close.

He began muttering things about you in another world. He talked like you were his friend- no, more than that- he talked like you were more than friends. He held onto you that way too.

You decided enough was enough, thanked the bartender for serving your boss, and started guiding Dazai out of the building.

You kept trying to ask him where he lived- since no average employees have it -but he refused. He kept telling you to “take him to your place” and “take care of him.” The man kept telling you to get him water and even bathe him!

What had gotten into your boss’s head?

But unfortunately since you didn’t have his address, you did have to bring him to your home.

You walked him to your bedroom (him trying to drag you to take care of him with what little strength he has left) and finally got him to lay down (after getting him his demanded glass of water) which led to where you were in present time.

As you closed the car door behind your now cold and quiet boss you knew your decision was best. You were right to keep that night’s happenings to yourself.

As you drive your boss home you wonder to yourself:

What got into him last night?

[babsharrison]

Safe Haven - John Wick

(Chapter one)

Pairing | John Wick x Original Fem! Character

Summary | In search of a breath in his tumultuous life, John Wick finds himself in a charming bookstore where he meets a sweet and welcoming woman. As they grow closer, John questions whether she can love him despite the dark secrets he carries. While battling the shadows of his past, he must protect the love that is blossoming and discover if hope and redemption are truly possible.

Word Count | 2.4k

A/N | Hey luvs! New chapter of my John Wick fic is up, and I’m super happy with all the interactions so far! Hope you all enjoy! (And also!! I want to let you guys know that this fic is kinda alternative, so Helen doesn't exist and John is still in his dark life with no romance 😭 poor baby) Prologue here!

The next day, John woke up with the softness of the bookstore still echoing in his mind. The aroma of tea and the warmth of the woman’s smile remained etched in his memory. It had been so long since he had allowed himself to feel something so light, so comforting.

As he moved, the pain in his injured shoulder reminded him of his reality. He slowly sat up, trying to ignore the stiffness spreading through his body. The past followed him, as always, but there was something inside him that longed to return to the bookstore.

With a soft sigh, John decided he needed that peace, even if it was temporary. He put on his black suit, adjusting his tie with precision, and stepped outside, feeling the morning breeze brush against his face and tousle his hair. The path seemed shorter this time, his anxiety replaced by cautious anticipation.

As he entered the bookstore, the bell chimed softly, and the familiar environment enveloped him, providing immediate comfort. He began searching for the woman who had welcomed him, his heart skipping a beat upon seeing her behind the counter, her head bent over a book. The sight of her so immersed in reading almost made him smile. Her hair, neatly tied up, contrasted with the beautiful mess from the night before, as if each style told a different part of her story.

When she noticed his presence, she looked up, and a smile illuminated her face. “You’re back!” she exclaimed, her voice like a ray of sunshine. “Did you find something interesting this time?”

John hesitated for a moment. There was something about the way she looked at him—so open, so inviting—that made him uncomfortable. Why does she seem so at ease? he wondered, almost absentmindedly. He observed her every movement. He had learned over the years that no one was completely innocent. Every smile could hide a motive, and he couldn’t afford to let his guard down.

“I’m still deciding,” he murmured, keeping his voice steady, not revealing the whirlwind of thoughts racing through his mind. Her expression, however, didn’t change. Her smile remained calm, showing no signs of insincerity. Either she’s a great actress, or… maybe she really is just that genuine?

She nodded, seeming satisfied with his answer. “That’s alright! I’m just happy to have you back. I have some new books that you might like,” she said, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm.

John glanced away briefly, as if surveying the bookstore, but in reality, he was considering all possible exits, thinking about how each space could become an advantage point or a trap if he needed to act. That’s how he operated—always calculating.

He watched her move confidently around the space, picking up books and explaining their stories. John listened attentively, appreciating how animated she became, as if the words flowing from her mouth had a life of their own. However, while he listened, he continued evaluating. She seems sincere… but it’s hard to trust first impressions. His mind was always on alert.

“Have you read this one?” she asked, holding up a blue-covered book, her eyes eager for his response.

“No,” John admitted, “but I’m... willing to hear about it.”

The woman began talking about the plot, but he noticed she was also paying attention to him, as if trying to decipher what lay behind his calm expression. He struggled to maintain an air of mystery, not wanting her to know the weight he carried. She wants to understand more… but I can’t let her in.

“You have good taste, even if you don’t say much,” she observed with a playful smile.

John merely gave a slight smile in return, one that he didn’t even notice, a gesture that seemed sufficient for her. He liked how she didn’t press him, respecting his space. “Sometimes, silence speaks louder than words,” he commented, feeling it was an appropriate yet evasive response. It’s safer this way… he thought.

She nodded as if she understood. “I agree. Still, it’s nice to hear some stories from time to time.”

They were engrossed in conversation when suddenly, the sound of John’s phone ringing cut through the light atmosphere of the bookstore. He glanced at the screen and saw the name of a contact he didn’t want to see. A look of concern crossed his face as he hesitated to answer.

“Sorry,” he murmured to her, bringing the phone closer. “I need to take this.”

She nodded, and he stepped back a bit, the voice on the other end serving as a brutal reminder of his reality. “John, we need you. It’s urgent.”

He closed his eyes for a moment, feeling the weight of responsibility pressing down on his shoulders. “Understood,” he replied, his voice low and firm. “I’ll be there soon.”

Hanging up, he turned to the woman, frustration and sadness swirling in his eyes like a storm brewing on the horizon. “I have to go,” he said, his tone clipped and cold, the weight of unspoken words hanging heavily between them. The change in his demeanor was evident, casting a shadow over the warmth of their earlier conversation.

She looked at him, understanding reflected in her gaze. “It’s okay. I hope everything is alright,” she replied, her smile unwavering. “Come back when you can.”

He nodded silently, the promise lingering in the air. And with one last look around, he left the bookstore, carrying with him the memory of the peace he had found there, even knowing that it didn’t belong in his life.

As he stepped outside, he pulled the collar of his suit tighter, trying to conceal the pain still throbbing in his shoulder. Walking through the city streets, the feeling that he didn’t belong in that kind of peace grew within him. It was as if the tranquility of the bookstore was a distant world, one he had no right to access.

Quickening his pace, John blended into the crowd, once again wrapped in the shadows of his life. Work was calling him, and as he glanced back, he knew that temporary peace would be hard to find again.

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Mia watched the mysterious man walk out the door, his presence still lingering in the air. It was impossible not to notice the melancholy he carried, like a visible weight on his shoulders. She wished he was okay; maybe he had faced a tough day. But unlike the other customers who often appeared with a similar sadness, his pain seemed deeper, as if shaped by difficult experiences.

She tried to shake off those thoughts, knowing that losing herself in them would lead nowhere. Just then, her coworker, Tom, emerged from the back of the bookstore, looking groggy. Tom, a man with dark skin and adorable curls, always brought a lightness to the atmosphere, even when he was sleepy. His playful nature was a balm for heavier days, and he was Mia’s only friend, someone who treated her like a younger sister.

“Finally, Tom! I thought you passed out back there,” she remarked, a smile playing on her lips as she moved to the counter to put away the books she had been showing the man.

Tom rubbed his eyes, trying to shake off the sleepiness. “Sorry, I had to sort through a bunch of boxes that arrived this morning. What did I miss? Any interesting customers?”

Mia glanced out the window, watching the street where the man had disappeared. “Yeah, there was... A customer in a suit… and he was really quiet. He seemed a bit… distant, you know?”

“Another one of those businessmen, huh?” Tom said, putting his hands in his pockets as he approached the counter. “You know how those types are. Sometimes, they just need a little space.”

“Yeah…” Mia replied, rearranging one of the books on the counter. “He didn’t say much, but he seemed… I don’t know, just… different.”

Before she could continue her thought, the sound of the door opening brought a new customer into the store. Mia straightened her shoulders, returning to her work with her usual smile. “Good afternoon! Can I help you with anything?”

As the new visitor browsed the shelves, Tom leaned closer, hands still in his pockets, watching Mia sideways. “You seem a bit lost in thought today. Everything okay?” He always noticed when something was bothering her, as if he had a special intuition for it.

She offered a small smile and nodded. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just… I don’t know, I’m tired.”

Tom studied her for a moment, then gave the counter a light tap. “Alright. But don’t worry. We always end up meeting all kinds of people here. Maybe he was just having a tough day.”

Mia nodded, turning her attention back to the customer in the store. Maybe that was all it was. Just another ordinary day, another passing customer. The thought made her smile. After all, the bookstore was filled with stories—on the shelves and among the people who came and went every day.

“Yeah, you’re probably right…” Mia murmured, and just as she spoke, the doorbell chimed again, signaling yet another arrival.

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John couldn't help but feel a pang of pride for having come out of this mission without major injuries. Each day seemed like a new opportunity to improve, to become more lethal, more efficient. Even after so many years in this life, he knew there was still room for growth. After all, that was what he did best, right? Fight, stab, shoot. Kill. It was what he knew, what defined his existence.

With a tired grunt, the tall man sank into the sofa, feeling the weight of the day on his shoulders. His large house was enveloped in a deafening silence, a constant echo of his loneliness. The empty walls seemed to close in around him, reminding him that, no matter how unbeatable he was on the battlefield, here, within these four walls, he was just a solitary man marked by his choices.

The life he had built, on a foundation of blood and violence, now felt like an invisible prison. But this was the only life he knew how to live.

John ran his hands through his hair, massaging his sore neck as he settled into the sofa. The stillness of the house wrapped around him like a heavy cloak, with nothing to distract him from the thoughts that always came flooding back. There was no music, television, or any sound to break the emptiness, only the echo of his own footsteps resonating in his mind.

He looked at the coffee table, where a half-empty bottle of whiskey awaited, a reminder of nights when alcohol was his only reliable companion. Next to the bottle, his gun lay, cold and silent, yet ever-present. It was ironic how the objects surrounding him—the weapons, the elegant furniture, the empty hallways—spoke more about who he had become than any words ever could.

John leaned forward to grab the glass, swirling the amber liquid before taking a long gulp. The taste burned his throat, but he didn't wince. There was a strange comfort in feeling something, anything, even if it was just the artificial warmth of the alcohol. The silence returned, relentless.

For a moment, he thought about calling someone. Someone to talk to, even if only for a few minutes. But soon that idea faded away. Who would he call? Who could understand the depth of his darkness?

He set the glass aside and stood up, slowly crossing the room, his heavy footsteps echoing on the wooden floor. Sometimes he found himself wondering if this was the life he had chosen or just the one the world had forced upon him. But, regardless of the answer, he was trapped. There was no easy way out.

Outside, the city continued to pulse, indifferent to the existence of John Wick. And he, in the midst of loneliness, knew he would soon be called to kill again. The cycle never ended.

John stopped in front of the window, watching the city stretch out before him. The bright lights twinkled in the distance, and the distant sound of traffic was the only connection he had to the world outside. He could see life happening, people living their routines without imagining what lurked in the shadows. For them, the city was vibrant, full of opportunities and dreams. For him, it was just a prison, camouflaged in lights and movement.

He rested his hands on the window ledge, feeling the cold of the glass against his skin. Even from his height, he knew he was not above anything. The violence, the darkness, the blood—all of it surrounded him, filled him. There was no escape. Each mission he completed took him deeper into the abyss.

In the distance, a police siren echoed, pulling John from his thoughts. He sighed, knowing there would be more battles ahead, more deaths to add to his already long list.

John stepped away from the window, and instinctively, his eyes fell on the gun on the table. It was an extension of himself, a tool he wielded with deadly precision. There was a part of him that took pride in that—in the efficiency, the skill, the control. But another part, buried deep inside, wondered how long it would last. How long would he endure this cycle of violence before he finally fell?

He picked up the gun and examined it, his fingers gliding over the cold metal. Unlike people, the gun had never betrayed him. It was straightforward, without ambiguities. With it, the world was simple. There was a target and an end.

A soft notification buzzed on his phone, cutting through the silence of the room. The screen lit up with a familiar name—a new job. Another name to cross off the list. He knew he had no choice. He never had. Leaving the gun on the table, he picked up the phone, his fingers hovering over the message for a moment before opening it.

Another contract. Another target.

John closed his eyes for a second, allowing the weight of everything that was to come to settle over him. Then, with the determination that had always guided him, he opened his eyes and left the apartment, ready to face the next battle, just as he always did.

In the end, he was not a man of peace.

Next chapter!

[tathrin]

The next story I am definitely 100% Not Writing: An Unexpected Wedding.

So: Elvish marriage is, we all know, a very simple thing that you don't need much...let's say ceremony to complete, wink-wink.

Dwarven marriages, on the other hand...! Well, let's just say that Durin's folk know how to throw a fancy shindig, yeah? Plus, there are the contracts. Oh, are there ever contracts! Can't have a marriage without proper contracts. No contract, and it's just a fling (even if lasts over a century), everybody knows that who knows anything.

And these sort of flings are lovely and can be very fulfilling, and many a dwarven family-unit has been based entirely upon such long-term flings; but without a contract to account for the merging (or not) of your crafts and your work and such, well, it's not a marriage, is it? Of course not.

So one day, Legolas discovers that while he's been calling Gimli his husband for like thirty years now, according to dwarven cultural standards, they're not actually married!

Gimli isn't bothered by this, and never has been, because everyone knows that he and Legolas are Together(tm), and he knows that elves consider the idea of a public "marriage ceremony" to be pretty weird, also. And it's not like there's any shame about these sorts of "flings" in dwarf culture, so everybody in Aglarond is content with the status-quo of having an unmarried lord who's known to be attached to a strange elf, and they respect that relationship entirely (even if most of them still find the fact that Legolas is an elf pretty odd).

(Also, Legolas is is going to live forever, while Gimli still assumes at this point that he'll be bound by a normal dwarven life-span, so of course from Legolas's perspective their relationship must inherently seem like a short-term affair, anyway, even if neither of them like talking about that fact...)

So Gimli's perfectly happy with their elvish-marriage. Lots of dwarves never get married at all, it's nbd.

Except Legolas doesn't see it that way. How unintentionally selfish of him, to have only wed Gimli according to the standards of his own culture, and not that of Gimli's people as well! He had no idea, but now that he knows, he must set about fixing it at once!

And that's the story of how the entirety of Rohan got roped-into helping a Wood-elf plan a dwarf-style wedding ceremony as a surprise for the Lord of Aglarond.

Needless to say, the "surprise" aspect of it doesn't last very long—just long enough for many and varied hijinks to ensue—which is good, because A: you can't really negotiate contracts without representatives of both parties involved and B: as well-intentioned as he is, Legolas has very little idea of what a dwarven wedding actually is or how to throw one.

But by gosh, is he going to try!!!

(Fortunately Gimli finds Legolas's earnest intentions endearing even when he's completely off-base about just about everything, so he looks at the near-debacle of what Legolas and his bewildered human assistants have done so far and declares it all to be extremely sweet.)

Even more fortunately, once he realizes that it matters to Legolas that they be wed in dwarf-fashion—because Legolas thinks it matters to Gimli—Gimli takes charge of the rest of the arrangements, which also means acquiring the help of a bunch of competent dwarven friends and advisors, now that the rest of Aglarond know what's going on much to the relief of Éomer and the Rohirrim who are now off the hook for anything but attending the resultant party.

Which is how we end up with Thranduil being invited to a dwarven marriage ceremony in the Glittering Caves of Rohan along with the entire royal family of Gondor and the elvish colony of Ithilien and a whole bunch of Hobbits.

He thinks the whole idea is ridiculous, of course (they've been married for years, everyone knows it, why are mortals so weird about this stuff?), but he goes along with it because it seems to matter to Legolas, even though Thranduil gets rather offended by the notion of signing contracts on behalf of his son, and has to be talked-down from interpreting that as a mortal insult by the combined efforts of Aragorn, Arwen, and Faramir.

But mainly he's just irritated that they couldn't have gotten their shit together earlier and done this before Bilbo left, because his Hobbit bestie loves a good party, and he's going to be so pissed in like four or five hundred years when Thranduil crosses the Sea and tells him about it.

(Also the party would have been way more fun with Bilbo there to make scathing commentary, and Thranduil is grumpy not having him in attendance. What's the point of declaring your favorite Burglar an Elf-friend if you can't pull him out for your own personal entertainment at parties!?)

Anyway the whole thing is a disaster, of course, because half the people involved don't actually understand what the fuck they're supposed to be doing or what half of it means, but.

But it's lovely, also.

And the Glittering Caves have never glittered quite so brightly as they do when Gimli and Legolas say their vows at last (even if Legolas's Khuzdul pronunciation is atrocious! fortunately Gimli finds that endearing, too, although the elder dwarves all wince terribly). Even the bright crystal casing that forms the centerpiece of the great hall, the one that Gimli spent five years carving until it was just right, the one that holds those three long golden hairs he's always waxing so euphoric about...

Well, even that shines brighter than usual, that day.

And far across the Sea, someone looks into her Mirror, and smiles.

And then Bilbo promptly elbows Celeborn out of the way so he can see, too. Why are elves all so blasted tall!

[watchthisqqq]

Notes about the Secret Relationships Manhwa

The plot is very different after a certain point so it becomes difficult to summarize unless I retell the whole story. Let me know if you have questions. I made note of some questions that were answered by the Manhwa and difference between the show and comic.

Drunk Kiss

Initially Seong does not kiss a wasted Daon and even berates himself for having the thought. But then Doan gives consent and they make out. But Daon is still super drunk and thinks it's jaemin and says jaemin's name. Seong asks him if he has a habit of kissing people and then says he regrets it. Seong is pissed about it.

Suhyung-Daon Kiss

The scene before Suhyung and Daon kiss in the show is even more intense in manhwa. Seong is aware of how scared Daon is and refuses to leave. Seong ends up grabbing Daon wrist and hurting him. Suhyung and Daon end up having sex. Next day Daon tells Seong that he might sleep with suhyung again and if Seong can't deal with it they need to stop their romantic relationship. Seong responds by crying.

The Reason for the Relationship pact

Daon tells Suhyung that he likes Jaemin early in their friendship. Later Daon expressed interest in Suhyung and Suhyung responded by sleeping with him. No threats in their initial hook up but Daon was slightly drunk. They were acting like a couple even though neither said they liked either other. They kissed in the library scene and Jaemin is aware this is happening and that Daon likes Suhyung now. Jaemin then tells Daon he likes Suhyung and Daon starts avoiding Suhyung. Jaemin suggests the relationship pact to Suhyung. Suhyung is upfront with Suhyung about manipulating Daon into avoiding him. Suhyung is literally “wtf are you stupid just date him instead of doing this weird pact” and initially rejects the idea.

Suhyung becomes violent when Daon continues to avoid him. Daon states he regrets being with him and Suhyung threatens to kill Jaemin. Daon begs him not say anything to Jaemin about their relationship and states he just wants to stay by Jaemin's side. All this leads Suhyung to agreeing to the pact.

@soypim @nabi-unveiled In the manhwa Daon and Suhyung did make out when Jaemin and Suhyung were "together".

Self-Harm Scene

Jaemin shows up bruised and tells Daon Suhyung did it because Jaemin told Suhyung that he liked Daon. Daon moved in with Jaemin to protect him from Suhyung. Daon says he will find his own apartment and Jaemin very calmly stabs himself in the hand repeatedly. This is after Jaemin had confessed his feeling for Daon. He only stops because Daon makes him stop. Jaemin asks Daon to quit his job. Daon continues to live with him to take care of him and promises to quit his job.

Kidnapping

The storyline changes a lot but to summarize: Daon goes with Jaemin willingly to his vacation home and Jaemin confesses that he was lying about suhyung, dating him, everything etc. Jaemin confesses his feelings again and then confronts Daon about his relationship with Suhyung (that they hooked up in the past). Daon cries and they have sex. Daon tells Jaemin he doesn’t love him and leaves. Daon calls Seong to come get him and they hook up. Daon moves in with from then on and they start their relationship. The End.

Suhyung Redemption

In Suhyung’s own words: “I’m not sorry and I don’t regret anything”

“Don’t forgive me. Just erase me from you memory”

Seong

We get a lot of Seong's perspective so you understand him and his motivations better. He really does not have any idea what is going when he initially pursues Seong. He is pushy and corners him at work so same vibe as in the show. Seong has no idea what's going on but tells suhyung to back off even though he believes Daon likes him. Daon likes him back early on but pushes him away because of his situation. Seong confesses and Daon is clear that he still likes Jaemin even if those feeling aren't returned. Seong does the same thing in manhwa where he asks for consent and doesn't wait for an answer. Seong notices that Jaemin is being manipulative. Seong, as does Suhyung, recognizes Jaemin likes Daon.

Suhyung

"Would you stop crying? I don't know how to comfort you."

Suhyung is constantly threatening Daon with getting back together with Jaemin to make Daon do things. Daon give into Suhyung's demands initially to stop him from getting close to Jaemin again. Daon also barters with Suhyung to stop him from doing certain things very early on. Daon initiates kissing as exchange to stop suhyung from telling Jaemin about them. They hook up a lot. After he returns to Korea is violent early on (choking Daon after he spent the night at seong's) , stalking and is constantly calling. Suhyung’s mom's is religious.

Daon liked the guy that tries to sexually assault him. Jaemin did not set anything up other than inviting the guy and then the guy tries to very publicly assault Daon. Suhyung almost murders the guy. Other than being scared that Suhyung almost killed someone Daon does not feel negatively towards Suhyung for this. Suhyung was actually very nice to Daon before going abroad unlike in the show but he just kind of leaves and doesn’t call him.

Jaemin

"You like anyone that's kind to you"

"i know him better than he knows himself"

Jaemin rejects Daon very harshly and then gaslight him about it. He is way calmer in manhwa. No kidnapping and doesn’t pay anyone to take naked picture of Daon. Jaemin told Suhyung’s parents about him liking Daon. Jaemin told Daon to cut his family off for Daon's benefit. Jaemin told Daon’s dad where he lives.

Daon

"That's when i remember. I'm the worst person here."

“I guess everyone who stands by your side will become unhappy.”

Daon's nosebleeds are from stress. He used to get them all the time because he was always working multiple jobs and going to school. Daon's sister gets manipulated by jaemin and scolds Daon for not being nice to him.

In the Manhwa it's a lot clearer how much Jaemin has messed with Daon's head. Daon questions himself constantly about Jaemin and is so confused. Manhwa better shows how Daon is impacted by Jaemin's manipulations, always apologizing and insecure after meeting with Jaemin. Daon continuously blames himself for Jaemina and Suhyung’s behavior. Thorough the manhwa pattern of Daon saying No and then others getting him to say yes. Jaemin, Seong, Suhyung all take actions to make Daon feel indebted to them. Daseul asked Daon if their parents can move in with him not herself in the manhwa.

Daon believes Suhyung is cheating on Jaemin with other people while they were dating. "You don't want me to fool around with other people? Then you should go out with me" Suhyung to Doan. Daon finds out of Jaemin and Suhyung dating by seeing them kiss.

[luvlyirei-sann]

𝙎𝙚𝙣𝙥𝙖𝙞'𝙨 𝙁𝙖𝙫𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚♡︎

| Tobi/Obito x f!reader smut

• You're the newest member who joined Akatsuki after Tobi. So you have to respect and obey your senpai's:33

| 𝗠𝗶𝗻𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁!!

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 : smut, nsfw, p in v, rough sex, dom!Obito, virginity loss, public sex(nobody saw it), kinda forced , age gap, size difference, fingering, glove kink, nickname usages, oral both!receiving , creampie, a little fluff at the end

This is my first post y'all. There might be a few errors and mistakes as English isn't my first language. It's a kinda long story but I slightly suggest to try out :v

"Y/n, finish that mission with Tobi." Pain said in his usual voice. You couldn't respond at the moment, busily thinking about the stresses that Tobi might give you during mission.

"Y/n?" The silence caused Pain to call out your name again. "Y-yes?..ohh..I get it, senpai...my apologies" You can't help but smile instantly.

Later that evening, you and Tobi left the hideout and led to the place. "What a pleasant day~ We should be resting instead of doing tiring missions,right?" Tobi muttered in his childish voice but you just ignored it and kept going.

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"Tobi, they're here!" You signal to him as you notice the targets are near.

You didn't lose much chakra fighting randoms as you're a S+ tier kunoichi that every village wants. "Let's go back,Tobi. We're done working." You wiped down the piece of blood on your left cheek. "Yeayyy...yes yes~!" You heard him cheering. Actually you really want to go back to hideout and take a shower to release stress that Tobi gave.

You are now in the middle of the huge forest with Tobi. He keeps muttering about his problems, his days, his interests again and again. "Tobi." You couldn't stand it at all. "Can you just stay quiet for a while? I just-" You said politely as much as you can.

"Did Tobi make Y/n angry? Tobi did anything wrong? Tobi-"

"Enough." You whispered and he couldn't finish his sentence. "Just shut the fuck up Tobi." You wouldn't have yelled if only you knew the consequences. The silence dominated between you two and you decided to run away, increasing your steps quickly.

"Why don't you call me "senpai" too? I'm also one of your seniors here, hm?" The sudden deep and dominant voice appears behind you caused you to shiver down your spine. You automatically stopped. Right, he's also your senior. Then why don't you call him in that way. Is this because of his behaviors? You're only the same age as Deidara and also Tobi doesn't look younger than you. What will be the reason actually?

You feel him slowly walking behind you. "Hm? Tell me Y/n." He put his chin on your shoulder and whispered in your right ear. "H-ahh!" By the sudden action, you squeaked, no you gasped. And you tried to move away but his hands already reached your waist, touching, caressing, teasing slowly.

"T-Tobi-senpai...I"

"Don't move, little one." Tobi lets out his deep yet charming tone. The moment you know you can't win or escape. Your mind mixes with several emotions. "I'mma teach you some manners." You couldn't move, not a little bit. "I... I'm sorry..s-senpai...I-" The moment you know you have made him angry.

"Is that an apology to your senpai to forgive your sins? Don't you think it's rude, Y/n?" He really is angry and he knows exactly how to take advantages on you. "Then how can I-" You look back at Tobi with your round yet trembling eyes before finishing your sentence.

He flips your body towards him and your eyes connected. The silence takes place and then he finally speaks.

"Kneel." The cold wind slaps across your whole body. "H-huh!?" He smirked behind his mask to your fluttering state. You didn't even believe your own ears. You're not stupid enough not to know what would he ask for at this point. "You heard me babe. Now kneel." You don't want that actually but your body starts doing betrayals. Your knees are already on the ground without noticing yourself. He didn't even use genjutsu on you and you're being a mess.

You watch him unzipping his cloak. The first thing you see is the huge bulge building inside his trousers. The moment he pulled out his thing, you immediately looked away. "What's wrong my little kouhai? Can't stand seeing a man's dick?" You weren't innocent enough but a pure virgin. Leaving your village at a young age caused you inexperience in love and sexual desires.

"Open wide...ahhh..." He lifts your chin and slowly puts his thumb between your trembling lips. He's big, quite long, even has a nice thickness and those veins. You can't help but watch his throbbing reddish brown tip sinking inside your lips. "Hmh-" You just close your eyes tightly. You didn't even have a first kiss and you're now sucking a man's a criminal's cock. "Move ya tongue hm~" He could feel your hands cling onto his cloak tightly. He smirks as slips a hand behind your head and guides you to move slowly yet steadily.

Tears started building inside your eyes as you heard him groaning, making unholy noises because of your mouth. You look at him with exact teary eyes to stop him. "I should have used you earlier if I knew this pretty little mouth of yours would excite me. Stay still." He starts moving fast and deep forward as he grips you hair. His length causes you gag and drool, you even made moans without noticing yourself. You feel yourself getting wet by his thick dick sliding through your throat. You don't want it but you can't deny it either.

His thrusts are getting faster as he's near his climax. You can't do anything, you just tug on his trousers as if you will be dead if you unleash it. "Shit Y/n." He groaned loudly as his orgasm hit so hard. Groaned so loud that the nearby people in the forest could hear it. You could feel his thick ropes of liquids flow inside your throat. "Swallow." You look at him with your refusing eyes. You can't resist as he covers your mouth with his palm. Slowly swallowing his warm sticky liquids.

"Good girl. I'mma play with you for a while~"

He pulled you by your wrist and pushed you against the nearby tree. "A-ahh...senpai.. please stop, I'm begging!" "Too late babe now enjoy your turn." He removes your cloak, your top , even your shoes but not your skirt. He just rolled your skirt on your belly. Spreading your legs and watching your soaked panties. ''My my, little kouhai is so naughty. She's so needy even after a fucking blowjob?" "I'm not..it's just-" He chuckles. "Don't worry, Senpai will help you." Tobi removes your panties and spreads your legs. The view he's watching excites him so high. He couldn't even remove his gloves, he quickly pushes his middle finger inside your exposing core, feels your walls strongly tighten. "N-ahh...ahh-" You cry, trying to resist. "Fuck, Are you a virgin? I'm struggling even with my fingertip." You nodded slowly with your reddish blushing face and looked away. "Cute..I'mma ruin this little pussy of yours."

Obito pushed his finger deeper but you couldn't stand it anymore and started squirming around. "S-senpai...it hurts, I..can't..ahh-" You can't stand this new feeling and he knows that. He pulled out his finger and smirked, seeing your hole pulsing around nothing. He then brought his hands to his orange mask and tossed it aside. You've never thought that you would see his face behind his mysterious orange mask. Seeing the right half of his face is scarred with wrinkle lines. All you do is just glazing at his eyes which is both Sharingan and Rinnegan. Ik he still doesn't achieve Rinnegan at this time but hkhkhk:D You never think that his face would be like this, so many questions, so mysterious yet so handsome. The moment he looked back at your eyes, you quickly ended the eye contact. "Hm? What's that face?".

Suddenly seeing his head getting lower to your cunt, you can't help but look at him again. "S-senpai..what are you d-doing?" He brings his hands to your folds and spreads them wide. Your body jumped at the moment. "Look at this dirty cunt of yours, damn..virgins are that wet?" You could hear his traumatic laughter. "Oh well, since you've been a good girl, I'mma give you something you might love." Then, you feel his tongue dragged along your folds. "M-mhm...senpai..ahh-" You tried to push him with your hands. "Umhm.. keep moaning like that~ right."

His tongue rubbing and licking through your throbbing clit, sucking it hard while his fingertip teasing your hole. Then, fucking your hole with his strong muscle, gripping your hips tightly and lifting it in the air for more reaching of his tongue inside your cunt. He doesn't care about your back or waist having pain for being lifted in the air so long. His gloved-thumb found your sensitive clit and rubbed it consecutively. He keeps fucking your hole with his tongue and hits the right spots of yours. "Senpai...stop it, I.."

You whined and he moaned, his vibrating moans pushing you high. He knows you would reach your climax if he keeps abusing your cunt like that.He removes his tongue suddenly and you feel so empty without him. "A..ahh..!" You moaned softly. "What's that little unsatisfied face? what's the matter? Do you wanna come with your senpai's tongue? Open up...don't be shy."

You couldn't look at him at the moment and keep silent. A sound of hard slapping on your hip spreads the surroundings. "Are you gonna answer or I'll leave you like this Y/n?"

"Please..p-pleaae..senpai..!"

"Please what, little kouhai?" His mocking smile dominated your heart. "Fuck me with your tongue please...senpai!!" You moaned with your teary eyes looking at him to finish you. He chuckles and rubs your left cheek.

He spreads your pussy again and inserts his skillful muscle without warning. Pushing it in and out quickly. Hitting those right spots that make your head dizzy. He knows you're getting near as your juices become sticky. With a final rub on your hardening clit and his fast thrusting tongue movements, you came undone, crazily legs shaking and lips biting. He still doesn't remove his thrusts until you push him with your weak fingers. He slowly withdraws his face from your soaked pussy and rubs his lips with his palm.

"Shit! This fucking delicious little slut just made such a mess." He moves his face in front of you and starts kissing you with all force. You taste yourself when he intertwines his tongue with yours. A string of saliva connects your lips as he breaks the kiss. It's your first kiss at all but you don't have time to think about it because all you see is him rubbing his throbbing reddish brown dick in front of you. He flips your body into all four and slaps across your ass, leaving a red mark on it. "N-ngh..senpai!" You feel his tip rubbing through your folds to your clit. Teasing it slowly before entering you roughly. "Call me Obito babe." He feels your walls so tight that he might reach his climax just in time. "Mhm..shit, so tight y/n."

You couldn't think straight about his name and just moaning his name like a prayer. "It hurts...senp- O-Obito..!!" You were so hurt that you really wanted to stop at that moment. Not only hurting your core but also your knees getting scratched and bruised by kneeling on the forest's ground. "I know it does. And I want you more." He starts thrusting his length faster and deeper. Completely stretching your insides out. Hitting that right spot again and again with a fast pace makes you see stars. He knows how much you like it and puts his finger on your sensitive clit, circling around it and teasing you. The moment you almost finished, he pulled out himself quickly and laid your back on the ground. Obito smirked slightly as he sees your sudden empty reaction. "So greedy, you little bitch. Want my dick that bad?" You blushed ofc.

He spreads your thighs with a force and shoves his dick into your dripping core once more. You feel so full again. The sound of skin slapping became music for both of you. "Obito...a-ahh..too fast-" He keeps pounding your pussy with his all strength. He then pushing your legs to your shoulders and absolutely turning you into a mating press. The eye contact is making you wanna come right now. His serious and sharp yet passionate eyes affected you so hard. You slowly broke the eye contact and whimpered. You have to remind him something. "Please not inside me." You don't hear any response from him. You have to repeat it twice. "H-hey I told you not t-" You couldn't finish your sentence when he grabbed your face and forced your lips to connect with his.

"Stop annoying babe, I'm fucking you good right now." Obito puts all weight on her little body as he's getting closer to his limits. You also feel his tip kissing your one spot again and again, making your juices flowing through your thighs to the ground. "Even on the ground huh? Never seeing this wet in my life, Slut." He teased and smirked. You couldn't say anything, you can't deny that you're having a best time in your fucking 19 years. "Obito.. I'm close...please." You let out your pleadings.

Obito smirks and starts rubbing your abused clit slowly, dragging it up and down, left and right. His dick also moving in a fast pace and getting thicker inside you. You can't stand it anymore. You let your sticky juices flowing out of your pussy with your long breathy moan. Obito didn't stop fucking you through your orgasm like there's no tomorrow. He keeps thrusting and you almost come again due to the pleasure. Suddenly a gush of hot liquids painted your inner walls and you heard him groaning with such a deep volume. "Fuck, Y/n...mhm.." The grip he's holding your thighs is so hard that his handprints appeared. "Senp-ai..ngh.." Actually you don't have any strength for anything but whimpers let out automatically. Obito pulled out after a few thrust and took a view of your abusively reddish pussy full with his cum. He smirked slightly and stuffed them into your pulsing hole again. Your body flinches with the sudden stimulation. "Good girl, stay just like this."

Hours later you feel yourself slowly waking up on Obito's shoulder, he leans on the tree which is the one it happened. You passed out for a while after the sex and now seems like he's putting your clothes and cloak back on. You two are having a little conversation and he told you not to tell other members about his face and real name and so on. You two became a little bit comfortable and talked for a while. "Since things happened what we shouldn't let it be, may I know your age!?" You asked with your bratty face without looking at him. "Guess it." You pouted and he smirked.

"Alright 23!?"

"Older."

"28!?"

"A little bit more."

"Okay 45."

He gave you a side eye. You immediately looked away.

"Then howww-"

"I'm more than a decade older than you, my little brat."

"EHHHHH!?"

Later that, Obito carried you on his back to the base while you're asleep, telling everyone with his Tobi personality that you lacked your walking ability for a while due to some reasons during mission.

𝙭 𝙭 𝙭

[vicciouxs]

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[takiberry]

𐙚ᝰ.ᐟ Coffee Breath : WY

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ Warning: Swearing, Mentions of Drugs, Weed, Alcohol, Underaged Drinking, Smut in Later Chaps.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔ Synopsis: Your typical love story, girl meets cute barista, barista gains a lil crush on her as she becomes a regular customer and his favorite person to speak to during his shifts, what could go wrong, right? oh of course, his ex girlfriend & another girl trying to come back and cause issues! how lovely..

જ⁀➴ ᥫ᭡. Pairing: &TEAM’s Nicholas x Reader.

𓍯𓂃༝༚༝༚ Theme: Sappy Love Story w/ Angst, Inspiration from @heesbaby & @onlyjaeyun ( i luv ur works sm guys mwa )

🗝️⋆｡𖦹°‧★ PROFILES :

y/n torture chamber | coffee h8ers | evil bitches

✶𓏲ּ꩜ .ᐟ🍯 CHARACTERS’ MOODBOARDS :

y/n | nicholas | rené | maki | taki | harua | jo | yuma |euijoo | fuma | yudai | aoki | hana

₊˚⊹ ᰔ CHAPS :

the cute barista

oh he wants you so bad

i’m killing myself

can we PLEASE get a restraining order

you’re SICK

sick ‘n TWISTED

VII

₊˚⊹ ᰔ SPECIALS :

x-mas minisode

📝╰┈➤ tiny noties! : hello! oh my gosh i finally made it! i’m not sure as to whether or not i have an upload schedule for when the chaps will come out but! i will let you guys know if there is 🤍

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[intermundia]

i did enjoy how a long time ago in a galaxy far far away was folded into the lore of the gffa itself in this episode, making it belong to the jedi and their history, that's a fun little meta twist. it's like, you can see what the show is trying to do here. they're being very clever with the whole concept of a galaxy far away from our galaxy far far away, it's a story about stories, about memories of the past and hopes for the future. this other galaxy is not a whimsical place of happily ever afters, though, the cute little noti excluded, much like our gffa, it is full of pain and death. baylan says it's a place of dreams and madness, and the planet is where the purrgil whales go to die, it's a graveyard. shin's naive, earnest 'sometimes stories are just stories' being met with the idea that it holds the way to break the cycle of rise and fall of darkness, like stories matter and can change things. they're not detached fantasies, they're dangerous and full of potential, lurking with menace like thrawn's power to start a war. the show is to some degree making commentary on the power of star wars itself, you know? all the pain and death mixed with whimsy and friendship. ahsoka will be changed by visiting a gffa of the gffa, so will ezra and sabine, thrawn too. they're moving in and out of this second level of being stories inside the story to other characters. it's all very meta but not in an annoying way, in an intriguing way, which is nice. i'm interested to see where filoni is going with all this.