#this has happened ONCE before and we had this huge falling out but i literally told her to stop being an idiot

[enha-stars]

okay this has nothing to do with enha (i should shut up) but i have to tell SOMEONE. basically, this guy, a friend of a friend, has been hanging out with my friend group a lot more. he’s cool and funny and okay looking ig (lie) except, one of my friends is interested in him but he is not interested in her. as in, he makes it pretty obvious. he avoids being alone w her (by inviting others) and he often dodges questions about relationships. however…. today… after my midterm, we were all in the library and my friend asked him if he wanted to go with her to get food, and he respectfully declined. but then, after a bit, when i got up to get food, he offered to come with me. i’m not reading too much into it but my other friends have claimed that he’s more inclined towards me than my friend because he’s always the first to invite me and he genuinely has conversations with me. the issue is that this friend is very insecure when it comes to men and IF anything between me and this guy happens, she’s going to end my life probably

[strawberryyyenthusiast]

More of my diabetic Steve verse!

Steve, who doesn’t realize that Eddie is super famous and robin who could literally not care any less.

Steve and Eddie exchange numbers and text all of the time. It takes a week for Eddie to crack and send this message:

Eddie: Please for the love of god let me take you on a date I need to wine and dine you so hard I think I might pass out

Steve obviously says yes.

Eddie takes them to a small diner because he doesn’t want to risk being seen by crazy fans who somehow always find out where he is. If Eddie is being honest, he blames twitter.

Eddie gets there to find Steve already sitting at a booth, fiddling with something on his phone. His glasses are sliding down his nose again and he is wearing a Wham! graphic t-shirt and light wash jeans. He stands up once he notices Eddie and flashes a huge grin, which causes Eddie to also smile.

They both sit down on their respective sides of the table and get comfortable, making small talk. It takes a bit, but Eddie notices that Steve has the menu pulled up on his phone and laughs.

“Doing some homework?”

Steve looks confused for a second before glancing down.

“Oh yeah! I always make sure to look at it beforehand whenever I go out to make sure that I have options depending on my blood sugar level.”

“What’s your… number, is that the correct term, now?”

Steve nods enthusiastically. “Yes! And let me check.” Steve pulls out a cute green pouch and takes out a bunch of supplies. “I just changed my CGM—“ At Eddie’s confused look, he says, “My glucose monitor. It’s not completely synced yet so I can’t rely on my pod to tell me what level I’m actually at.”

After he says that, Steve cleans his finger with an alcohol wipe, lets it dry, and then pricks his finger. He squeezes the pad of his ring finger and blood pools to the surface.

“Yikes. I’m gonna have to give myself a correction or two.”

Steve cleans up the space but leaves his pouch out, and then wraps a sparkly bandaid on his finger.

“What’s a correction?”

Eddie feels dumb. He wishes he knew more about diabetes and actually researched it before showing up to the diner with no prior knowledge.

“I just give myself a little extra insulin to make my blood sugar go down. I’m flirting with 250 right now and I really want a burger.”

—

The date passes swimmingly and the two men find themselves sitting in the same booth at the same diner, but on the same side. Their hands are intertwined and Steve wrapped up half of his meal to take home.

“I made this for you!” Steve says suddenly. He grabs a stack of stapled papers and hands them to Eddie. “I made you a ‘diabetes guide!’ Since I plan on our relationship being permanent, it would give me peace of mind if you knew what to do in case of an emergency.”

Steve begins thumbing through the packet and explaining everything, but Eddie can hardly focus.

Not with Steve clutching his hand or with him wanting their relationship to become “permanent.”

“Hey, are you okay?” Steve waves his hand in front of Eddie’s face. “I understand if this is a dealbreaker or whatever, but I just like you so much and I want to be your boyfriend as of two weeks ago.”

Eddie just blinks. Then he smiles. “We only met a week ago, Stevie.”

Steve blushes, tucks some hair behind his ear. “I know that. I just had a feeling that I would meet the one.”

“Yeah?” A pause. “Can I kiss you?”

Steve releases a breath. Puts his hand on Eddie’s cheek.

“I thought you’d never ask. I hope you don’t mind the taste of hamburger.”

Eddie laughs before lunging forward.

—

As they head back to Steve’s apartment hand in hand, Eddie tells him about his more than ordinary job. Explains what might happen when people see them together.

Steve just laughs and says, “I’ve fought literal monsters from hell, I can handle anything.”

Eddie falls more in love than he knew possible.

[funishment-time]

Seems like you have finished so i just need to say this:

DR0 is so fucking good.

Just, at EVERYTHING its trying to do, it hits it. And thats something that cannot be said about most of the other media in this franchise (not saying one is better over the other btw, thats a separate thing)

Like, it does its job of being THH's prequel. It goes into more depth with Kyoko and her father's relationship, it gives more insight into the destroyed classroom and what happened, it explains the massive plothole(?) of how exactly Junko was able to steal class 78's memories, it gives a better look at how exactly Junko was able to take over HPA. It gives so much context and answers to things the first game didn’t have the time to properly explore.

It does its job of setting up for SDR2's twist (as you are supposed to read it BEFORE the second game btw (it also released in 2011, a little under a year before SDR2)). It sets up the HPA is corrupt, that the staff dont care about its talentless students. It gives us the info that Kamukura and Junko are working together, and thats WHY the founder's portrait is in the funhouse. It also preps us for the twist, and why it feels so out of left-field in the game if you didn’t have the context of DR0 before. (I could make the argument that thats why both hajime and izuru share design elements with yasuke, because of the whole him pretending to be izuru thang but thats mostly speculation on my part lol)

But, most importantly, it gives us more depth into JUNKO. Something we lost in order for the first game's twist to happen. Ryoko is such a fun character, my lil goober, and such an interesting aspect to Junko that people either do not know about or think is solely Yasuke's creation (it is not, thats very clear in the novel). To think, that the girl that burnt the world down, was deep down a silly lil redhead with a weird crush on her childhood bestfriend is literally the best way Kodaka could’ve took her character. Its so funny but so fucking tragic, to fall in love with this protagonist and realize she was doomed from the start.

anyway sorry for the ramble, i love Ryoko and Yasuke and their story so much

NO RAMBLE AWAY THANK YOU FOR SHARING. i loved DR0 and honestly i may reread it again very soon because i miss Ryoko and want to spend more Quality Time with her.

i have so many thoughts about DR0 so here's a few scattered ones as i slowly wake up this morning:

DR2 has SO MANY MORE DR0 references than i realized

i would have taken an adaptation of this over DR3 tbh. like hands down

i feel bad for everyone involved in this event. even Kamishiro. yes, really

i also, personally, see Ryoko as not at all separate from Junko. to me she is representative of Junko's soul and past, and when she fades away it's not so much Ryoko disappearing as a person but Junko symbolically chucking away anything that gets in the way of her worldview. she is not Yasuke's creation i agree

(i headcanon, as i've said, that Ryoko is basically how Junko was as a kid, just a little less bratty. i also tend to think that Ryoko Otonashi is Junko's real name or close to it)

(and i did tear up when Ryoko "crumbles." i like to think that Ryoko and Junko, for a moment, both existed at once there. both were sad she had to go.)

Ryoko being so sweet and bubbly and not wanting to actually kill anyone causing her trouble is such a HUGE. HUGE. HUGE. signpost to Danganronpa's themes.

and Junko musing that she may lose, i like to think, comes from the fact that she knows she's wrong somewhere. deep down, even Junko...who is shown to be self-hating...is just a little goober who loves Home Alone and thinks she can below up Kyoko Kirigiri with her mind.

Ryoko being weirded out by Makoto??? forget the intense foreshadowing in that scene. Ryoko picking up on his energy??? he's pure without the use of neuro-tech???? incredible

the chapter where Junko is kicking the shit out of Matsuda's corpse should be required reading for all DR fans. it humanizes her so much. my headcanon that she is constantly in the throes of this wild psychic pleasure-pain and is like, spiritually suffering, seems to be more or less supported here

the last chapter where Junko and Mukuro are talking also provides a TON of subtle clues as to their relationship. it totally comes off like Junko STILL being so bitter that big sis Muki ran off to the military and left her all alone for a few years ha

so there's my ramble in return !! what a fantastic yarn. so tragic. so good

[nushkiespeaks]

I never knew romanticizing DEPRESSION and being SUICIDAL can be considered cool, because-

LOWKEY PEOPLE PORTRAY ARJUN AS DEPRESSED AND SUICIDAL AND TAG IT AS HUMOR!

I don't know how did everyone arrive to this conclusion that Arjun suffers from depression, questioning self-worth and lowkey suicidal. 

Tell me honestly, did you ever think this man, who bows down in front of Krishna during Geeta gyaan with a charismatic presence, ever to be suicidal?!

No right?

Basically that was our childhood, and as we grew up, we stopped reading and BELIEVING the texts :)

Either we go with the flow of what others say, or just skim through the texts without understanding anything, or just cherry pick verses that suite their narratives. 

Well, that has resulted into a characterization of Arjun who is like, suffering from mental health problems and so on-

If someone has read the entire Mahabharat, he knows that Arjun is not the way he is thought to be; specially HE IS NOT DEPRESSED OR SUICIDAL anywhere! 

Arjun was anything but pretentious of his FEELINGS and it is clearly visible once you read the texts carefully! 

I don't know why you guys tend to confuse moral retainment with depression, O God!

Just because Arjun analyzed before reacting, or took time to analyze what would've happened, you tend to call him depressed, like really?

In fact, he was the one who was the most stable Pandav after the Dyut incident! He is the one who consoles Bheem and Yudhishthir mostly! Tell me, if a person is suicidal, can he do that? NEVER!

Now some intellectuals will come and bark how Arjun used to hide his depression and pretend he was okay....

*laughs like a hyena* Guys, if Arjun had 'pretended' to be okay, then you wouldn't have that huge Geeta gyaan popping up in Mahabharat where Arjun literally pours himself out like a tsunami in front of Krishna. And this man 'pretended' to be okay....*smh*.

And if Arjun was genuinely depressed, he wouldn't have been able to shoot such intellectual questions to Krishna during Geeta, nor absorb it with his full potential! Removing doubts from mind is not same as DEPRESSION guys! 

This guy does penance for years, handles Bheem during Dyut rightfully, is the one who instilled faith among his brothers after Dyut, does penance again for five years, stays in HEAVEN and kills Nivatakavachas, stays one year as Brihannala and fights Kauravas single-handedly, mind it and also steals clothes for Uttaraa---and the audacity to label such a lively guy as DEPRESSED.

This guy has a friend circle dude, friend circle! He relaxes, sipping a bit of wine and gossips with Krishna casually and laughing! 

You call this guy depressed?

He ventures out in picnics the most! Takes his wives, also accompanies Krishna for his marriages, and you call this guy depressed? 

DO you guys even know what DEPRESSION is?

 Ki kahi bhi aise hi use kiye jaarhe ho bas 'cool' banne keliye?

Show me one stance where Arjun suffers from acute depression like you guys portray him?

Ab banda apne family members ke marne ke baad roye bhi nahi? Wo bhi isliye ro rha kyuki wo DEPRESSION me hai?

Thora dimaag lagaya karo yaar! Har cheez depression nahi hota!

If someone gets hurt and starts crying, imagine a five year old child crying after falling down, he is depressed?

Peeps literally pick up a few stances from the war part of Mahabharat where Arjun is crying over Bheeshm, Abhimanyu etc, and show him to be DEPRESSED, SUICIDAL and what not!

So what is he supposed to do, laugh? Celebrate, o wow my family members are getting killed? Behen ke pakoro, wo AISA karta na, tab hota wo actual me DEPRESSED!

HE REACTS LIKE HOW A HUMAN IS SUPPOSED TO REACT GUYS!

You think one can perform years of penance after being depressed? Really? Do you guys know how much mental power is required to do penances, get such powerful astras, our boi even fought with Mahadev guys! HE LITERALLY SPENDS TIME IN HEAVEN! Do you think Indra is going to allow someone who is mentally depressed and suicidal in his abode? Is he then qualified enough to go to the heavens and simultaneously learn weapons, dancing and singing?

THE MENTAL POWER REQUIRED TO DO SO, CAN YOU GUYS IMAGINE?!

And you tend to call this guy SUICIDAL.....*rubs my temple* 

Sach sach batao, aur koi mila nahi tha kya? 🤣🤣🤣🤣Seriously guys, Arjun ko depressed? 

Ek minute ke liye mai Yudhishthir ka maan lu ki self guilt and all, lekin tumlog Arjun ko hi.... 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Behen, Bhagwan Nar jis din depression me ajaega na, usdin tumhari aur humari existence bhi khatam hojani hai usidin.😂😂😂😂

To ye TV serial aur Fictions se Arjun ka character analysis karna bandh karo, aur thora BORI padhlo 😂.

Aur please, Google se Depression aur Suicidal hone ka meaning bhi check karlena....ya ye bhi mujhe hi batana padega?

Don't try to be cool, for you guys appear to be like a fool.

[k2ntoss]

hihihi, back with more jason thoughts <:

very specifically, i saw this reel and immediately had butterflies thinking of it happening with jay 😭

https://www.instagram.com/reel/C2zyAW4BG1O/?igsh=ZzM3MXowdmNxeXZ2

(also the comments didn't help but fuel some definitely thirstier thoughts lmao)

i just saw another reel about this and i'm literally going feral over it, SORRY FOR THE DELAY BUT here we are. it's gonna be short but maybe gonna write more about this later hehehe :3

weekends were calm, at least more than any week day as jason managed to be free from long patrols more often so it allowed him to rest and spend time with his lover and that always ended up in him being dragged to try something she saw on tiktok or in any ig reel, this time it wasn't gonna be different and jasom knew as soon as you showed up with a big smile on your lips right on the doorway of your room.

"i'm gonna take a guess and say that you just found something you want us to try and that it's either something spicy or some new recipe you found around and that will go wrong" jason says as soon as you open your mouth and he's pretty much right.

"i did found something but it's not really spicy" you start, hands playing with your phone before you walk into the room "and not all of the recipes i've found go wrong, jay" this time your hands rest on your hips and he looks at you with a small grin and a raised eyebrow, most of those recipes went terribly wrong.

"then what will it be today, princess?" he asks, a small chuckle escaping his lips when you move and sit on his lap as he lays still on the bed, looking up at you with his hands now placed softly over your hips "you said is something not really spicy but i'm almost sure it is something that came out of a thirst trap" and that last part makes your cheeks burn because you've once asked jason to try a trend you saw months ago and it ended up with him pushing you against the bed.

"just shut up already..." you mumble and reach for your pocket, taking out a long piece of pink lace and put it in front of his face "you know how your arms are like... huge? i was wondering if you could let me tie a ribbon to your bicep and you know... flex it?" the hand motions that you make as you try hard not to blush at the way jason stares up at you.

"you want to tie a ribbon to my arm and see if i can break it? is that it, princess?" he asks, knowing there's a bit more behind your request but he wouldn't ever think about saying no to you "go ahead, try it"

his acceptance bring a joyful smile to your lips and feeling you shift to sit over his thighs he takes the hint to sit down too, letting you take his left arm to tie the soft ribbon on his bicep and he was about to flex his arm just to be met with a small frown from you, waiting to see the result.

he does exactly that, his arm barely flexed to make his muscle pop a little when the ribbon gave in with a faint 'pop' just to fall from his arm to leave you slightly surprised, cheeks tinted pink as jason chuckled amusedly "is that it, sweetheart? or do you have another point to prove?"

"i-i mean, can i try with your forearm?" you ask him, pupils blown wide because you knew this was likely to happen due to how big jason was and as soon as he nods with a small grin you're tying a new ribbon to his forearm just for it to break as soon as he balls his fist and squeezes his arm a little.

"can i tie another one to your thigh? i swear i'll stop there" you look at him, pleading eyes and a small pout that melts his heart, once again jason agrees and he has to hold back a low growl when you hop down from his lap to sit between his legs, your lips pressed in a fine line as you tied the pinkish ribbon on his thigh and the way your lips part when he flexes his leg to break it without much effort drives him wild.

"are you happy now, princess?" jason asks you, his fingers gripping the edges of the matress while you stay still, thoughts running wild on your mind and he is able to notice the blush on your cheeks.

"can you squeeze my head with your arms?" you ask, ignoring his question and jason can't help but look down at you with a cocky smirk. he knew this would definetely turn into something spicy.

next thing you know is that he has you pinned against the bed, your back bent in a way you were looking back at him as your chest was pressed down, jason's arm wrapped slightly around your throat as he pounded at a rough pace against your body making you moan loudly.

life was good.

[dramalove247]

Preparing for episode 7 of Top Form 🤢

a Dori 🐠 rambles post

Look, I love me some serious pain and drama in my series. Though I don't mind some fluffy series, most of my favorites hurt me badly. I love to live in my fictional characters' pain and go along for the ride with them. But I was NOT PREPARED for episode 6 of Top Form.

I often experience a wide range of intense emotions while watching series, but I am rarely triggered by them, even when they do something I find horrifying. I can obsess and live in the pain of characters, but this effected me on a completely other level and I was completely triggered. There is no other explanation for what I experienced last week. That was BAD. And even when I walked away, gave myself time, and came back, everything that came after the initial assault/rape made it worse.

Let me be clear, objectively, episode 6 was VERY WELL DONE. That was hugely the problem. It was TOO real. Akin's confusion and fear, shame, lies, withdrawal. They all made sense. The way we were along for that ride was the best AND worst at the same time. And Jin's insecurity and fear and pain at feeling betrayed is so understandable. And it was DEVISTATING! I know it would have not been true to the characters and their relationship, still I had desperately needed Jin to just hug Akin and let him cry and feel safe and loved. But instead we got a very real and understandable reaction by both characters caught up in their own pain and emotions, neither able to give the other what they needed in that moment because they were both falling apart. Objectively, it was so well written and acted and treated with the full weight the topic deserves. And I can appreciate that they did it well and "right" instead of giving me the quick fix I wanted/needed... once I was able to step back from the emotions. But in that moment, I didn't care how good or real they made it because I was not okay.

I've mostly emotionally recovered from the gut punch that broke me last week, though I am feeling increasingly anxious as we get closer to the next episode. Originally I was planning to wait to watch episode 7 until someone gave me hope that there would be some sort of emotional safety for Akin. But I think I have decided I want to see where they take it this week, even if it isn't resolved quickly.

I'll be patient, but here's what I NEED from this series:

I don't give a shit if it turns out to be assault or rape, Johnny is a predator for what he did. Period. Do not try to paint him as anything else. I'm going to see RED if everything is considered not a big deal if it turns out Johnny didn't actually fuck Akin. I don't care. There is no gray area here. Johnny is deplorable.

Akin understands that he is a victim and isn't responsible for what happened to him so he can begin to heal. This show needs to be clear that what happened to Akin is 100% wrong.

Jin realizes that Akin is a victim and takes back all accusations of infidelity.

I really don't want to see the toxic forgiveness shit in this series. Please don't let Akin forgive him and please don't try to make us sympathize with Johnny.

Wish list: Please let Akin get angry, specifically at Johnny. I am literally sick that he has to face Johnny at work and is too caught up in his shame and guilt to treat him like the predator he is.

As much as I had wanted them to fix that shit ASAP, they better handle this well or they shouldn't have done it at all. I'm going to cut myself off here before I let myself ramble any more.

A prayer for the BL gods: Please let me respect this show and the story they are telling.

Please take care of yourself and protect your mental and emotional health. Hugs for everyone that needs one.

[wizzdot]

The Patron Saint of One Way Trips

Ch24

Description: poor Laika’s self doubt raises its ugly head again. John is a sweetheart. Kyle is upset. Lots of angst, fluff etc xoxo

Laika's POV*

I must have fallen asleep. I wake up next to Kyle, the others had left.

Oh god.. what have I done?! I've made a huge mistake forcing myself on them like that.. worthless stupid mutt, no one would ever want a stray like you. Why did you ever get your hopes up in the first place?!

Physically, I feel so much better - almost as if the heat fever hadn't happened at all. I slowly and softly lift his arm from around me and try to crawl from the bed. I need to hide from the rejection. I won't let it find me. I know it's coming. I just know it..Kyle's only here because he was literally stuck to me, because I practically forced myself on him.

I feel sick. Disgusting mutt!

I stand from my bed and don myself in my own clothes, feeling far too revolting to even dare to pull on anything of theirs..

I sneak out from the room, taking a final glance at Kyle, a tear falling from my cheek as I scamper away from the pack's private quarters.

As I reach the familiar hallway of the mess hall, I take a sharp left and go to the infirmary. I make sure to ask for the same kind nurse who had checked me when I first arrived. I trusted her - sort of..

She pokes her head out from behind a door and furrows her brow..

"I'm not aware you had an appointment Miss..." she doesn't remember my name

"...Laika" I supply for her "..and I don't.. I need to talk to you.. and ask for help.. please" I whisper, eyes darting to make sure no one is listening in or watching.

"Oh.. okay, you better come in then, I can call the Capta-" - "NO.. I mean, no, it's okay.. he wouldn't want to waste his time on something so stupid.. honestly"

I lie through my teeth with a fake, tight lipped smile on my face. She buys it though.. thank god.

"What did you come here for then, Laika..?" she asks, casting an eye over me, clearly checking for any external injuries.

"Uhm.. well- you know how you did the blood tests.. and they came back as sort of inconclusive but swaying towards Omega.. well - I want suppressants..just incase"

She narrows her eyes at me, confused by my request.

"Laika, from what I recall, the unknown drugs that you have been exposed to while in Russia haven't left your system yet. It would be dangerous to mix suppressants in while we still aren't entirely sure what you are.."

"I don't mind.. I'm happy to risk it.."

"Where has this all come from, honey? You are stressed and nervous, I can see your eyes darting all over the room, you've not made eye contact with me once, you're being deceitful and you're clearly panicking over something.. I want to help you, I do.. but I need to know a little more about what's happened.. do you understand where I'm coming from, honey?"

She leans forward in her chair and places a gentle hand on my leg. Just above my knee. She smiles, a trust worthy smile.

"I-I need to leave and I don't want anything to happen before I'm ready to deal with it.. I just want the suppressants, then you'll never see me again.. I'll be out of your hair...please..?"

"Okay, honey.. Let me just go outside and think this through.. I need to have a quick re-read of your file just to make sure you're not allergic to anything or if anything would be incompatible to your blood type.. just give me a few minutes, sit tight.."

She stands from her chair and gives me a squeeze on my shoulder and a smile as she leaves, closing the door behind her.

Thank god - she is helping me. As soon as I get these suppressants, I'm calling Kate and requesting an immediate pick up. I don't care where to. Just away from here. I've already done enough damage here. Filthy, disgusting mutt.

*John's POV*

I had left Kyle and Laika together, sleeping it off. They looked so comfortable and settled when I left. I decided to take Simon and Johnny to the gym - we'd been lifting weights - spotting each other. Simon is quite close to improving on my personal best but he hasn't managed it yet, thankfully.

As we walk back towards our quarters, I can smell a subtle hint of her scent in the hallway. I ignore it, and put it down to the fact that we probably have carried her scent around the base, having spent the morning in her bed.

My phone starts to vibrate in my pocket. I glance at it and see that it is Dr Lewis. What does she want? I thought my check was next week..?

I slide the green tab to answer "Captain Price speaking.." I greet.

"Captain, it's Dr Lewis.. I need to keep this quick because she isn't in a stable mood. I've got Laika here - she is in a bit of a state, rambling about needing suppressants and said something about never seeing her again.. I think she is planning to run away.. I'm not sure what's happened, but she needs someone to talk to. She is very fragile at the moment, Captain.. I sincerely hope nothing bad has happened to her under your watch.."-

"I'm on my way" I growl out, hanging up the phone. "JOHNNY, SIMON FOLLOW ME"

I storm my way to the medics, barging angrily past rookies. When we arrive, I order Johnny and Simon to wait at the entrance.

The Doctor is standing in the middle of the waiting room, no Laika to be seen.. "Where is she?" I grumble.

I can feel my palms splitting - my nails digging harshly into my skin. "Captain, she is in my office - I suggest you calm down.. she isn't going to take this well - I didn't tell her I was calling you.."

"You've done the right thing - I need to see her, where is she?" I ask again, quickly, trying to hurry things along.

"Follow me.."

I walk directly behind the slightly older Doctor, Fuck I wish she'd hurry the fuck up..

*Laika's POV*

I hear the door handle rattle slightly and then the Doctor steps into the room. What I don't expect is an angry looking John following closely on her heels..

"What on earth do you think you're playing at, Love..? Suppressants and threatening to leave..? Why...?" he barks at me.

I stare at the Doctor, my lip quivering and my eyes wide and red, from unshed tears. This isn't the first time I'd been betrayed..

She gives me an apologetic smile, mouthing 'sorry', before turning and leaving the room. Coward..

"...Laika?" John steps closer when the door closes.

"Speak to me, c'mon, Love" - "Stop calling me that" I whisper.

"I didn't hear that, speak up, Love.. I want to hel-"

"I SAID, STOP CALLING ME THAT.. IT'S NOT TRUE.." I shout.

John visibly recoils at my tone, tilting his head to one side and furrowing his brow. The tears start flowing freely now, I stubbornly turn away, refusing to face the Alpha.

"Look at me.."

"Laika..? C'mon, whatever this is about.. we need to talk about it..."

"Th-there's nothin' to talk about, Captain.. I need to leave"

"Nonsense.." - "S'not, I don't belong here.." my hands shake as I throw my arms in the air, exasperated. Defeated.

I hear him step closer again, then I hear his knee hit the floor in front of me. Alpha's don't kneel.

"Look at me.."

"Please, sweet girl.." - "don't call me that, either.."

"Jus- Just look at me.. please"

He kneels in front of me for at least two minutes, while I stubbornly refuse to face him from my seat. He doesn't move, doesn't sigh, doesn't so much as move a muscle. He waits for me..

I sit, sniffling snot and tears into the sleeve of my own jumper. He just kneels there. Unmoving.

"You can go.. I don't need babysat.. You've got better things to do.." I eventually argue, still not looking at him.

He doesn't reply, still kneeling and silent. What is he trying to achieve..?!

"Captain.. I said, GO!"

Silence, just the sound of his breathing..

I break. I look at him, he is already staring back at me. Why are his eyes slightly red..?

He still doesn't say anything.

"What do you want..?!?" I choke out, tears still pouring from my eyes.

"Get up.. stop kneeling.. speak.. SAY SOMETHING" God, I'm desperate.. I don't know why I'm reacting like this..

He gently reaches out, slow enough that if I truly wanted to, I could have moved, hell - I could have slapped his hand away..

He entangles his fingers in mine and squeezes, softly, just once. He guides my hand towards his lips. He kisses every single knuckle, I look away, not deserving of his tender touch.

As soon as I look away, he releases my hand. I furrow my brow. He still hasn't said anything..

He stands and walks towards the door. My eyes widen, anxiety heightening.

"John..." I say in a small voice, as his hand reaches the door handle.

He pauses, but doesn't turn to face me.

"I'm sorry.." I whisper. He still doesn't turn, but he also doesn't turn the handle.

"I - I don't know how to.. how to do any of this.." I finally admit. His shoulders relax, dropping slightly, yet he still doesn't speak..

"I'm broken, John.. you.. your pack.. it's better without me..."

He lowers his head, I can see that he is shaking it. His hand pulls away from the door handle, dropping back to his side. He takes a half-step back into the room, still facing away from me.

*John's POV*

I couldn't speak. I couldn't find the right words. One wrong move and she'll leave. She thinks so lowly of herself. She doesn't think she is worthy of anything but pain and sadness.

I can't let her go.

I clear my throat and turn to face her, almost unable to continue when I see that broken look on her face, staring right back up at me.

*Laika's POV*

He clears his throat and turns around. This is it, he is saying goodbye.. brace yourself, don't let him see you cry..

"My pack would tear heaven and earth apart to find you if you left us now.."

What?!

"My pack.. they want you.. emotional baggage and all.. we've all got some.."

I gulp

"and my pack - it could be your pack too - if you can stop punishing yourself for things you had no power over."

"We both know it isn't your fault. And I'll kill the bastards. You just say the word. I'm at your command.."

"Love" he tacks on to the end.

I have nothing to say.. I'm stunned.

"What if I mess it up..?" I whisper

"You won't.."

"But what if I do..?"

"We'd figure it out.."

"Why me..?"

"You may not see it, Love.. but you're perfect for us.. if you'd let us prove it to you. I'll tell the boys.. we will take things slow.. court you properly.. let us at least try..?"

"John..?"

"Yes, sweet girl.." he replies instantly, kneeling back to the ground, taking both of my hands in his..

"I'm scared.. I'm scared I'll mess up.."

He cups my chin softly.

"Beautiful girl, there is nothing you could do.. nothing.. that would change my mind on this.."

My eyes trail from his eyes, to his facial hair, to the freckles on his nose and then down to his lips.

"John..?"

"Yes, Love..?"

"I-I'll try.. I want to try.." I sniff.

He breaks into a soft smile, his dimples showing. He wipes the tear lines from my cheeks with his thumb.

I stand on the balls of my feet to kiss him on the cheek. I wobble slightly and end up kissing the very corner of his lips. He purrs, but doesn't push for more.

"C'mon, I want to take you back.. never liked Doctor's offices anyway.." he grumbles lowly.

He reaches and grabs my hand, squeezing it softly once, giving it a quick kiss on my knuckles again.

He turns the door handle and leads me through the waiting area.

He nods a quick 'thanks' to the Doctor.

As soon as he steps foot into the main hallway, I'm greeted by a pacing Johnny and Simon, who looks.. anxious.

He immediately steps forward and holds my face firmly in his large hands, crouching down so that we are eye to eye.

"Are you hurt? What happened? Who do I need to fuckin' kill?"

"Calm down, Simon".. John reaches over my shoulder to squeeze Simon's arm.

"We're all okay now.. That's all that matters.."

Johnny squirms his way behind me and lifts me into his arms, carrying me like a groom would carry a bride.

"Johnny!" I yelp.

"No princess of mine walks when she is hurt! Whit happened, lass. Si will sort the fucker out.."

"N-nothing happened!" I giggle.

I notice, from the corner, how John and Simon both relax at the sound of my laughter.

"Wh-where's Kyle..?" I ask, guiltily.. that same feeling of dread washing over me.. what if he hadn't wanted it.. what if he regrets it..?

As soon as the words have left my mouth, a frantic figure skids around the corner, wearing just loose sweatpants slung lowly over his hips.

"JESUS FUCK, LOVE!!" He pants, actually clutching his chest, where his heart beats rapidly.

He rushes towards me and pulls me from Johnny's hold and into his own, tight and suffocating arms. It was oddly grounding. Until I felt his hands shaking, and his panicked breathing...

"When I woke up.. and you weren't there.. I looked everywhere. FUCK!" he weeps into my neck, rubbing my lower back gently, more for his own benefit than mine, I assume..

"Thought you'd gone.." He glances up then, and notices that we are outside the infirmary. He freezes and drops his arms immediately.

"Shit.. fuck.. tell me I didn't hurt you..? Please tell me I didn't..." He looks completely lost in his own panic.

I step towards him, with tears in my own eyes..

"Kyle.. Kyle.. Alpha..?" He backs away from me.

I scurry forward and cling to him, trying to hug the anxiety from him.

"Alpha.. you didn't hurt me.. I promise.."

"You sure..?"

"I'm sure, Kyle.. not at all.." I reach up and kiss his cheek. He looks me up and down, making sure that I am telling the truth.

"Why'd you run off..? You weren't there when I woke up..." I gulp

"I- I was running away from rejection.. didn't want you to regret it.. so I - I ran.."

"Why would you think..-" he starts with a furrowed brow, shaking his head in disbelief.

"Oh, you silly girl.. come here.. I'd never regret even one second spent with you.." he whispers into my hair as he hugs me tightly.

He pulls away from the hug and looks around at his pack..

"Dinner..?" John suggests.

The Alphas all nod, and I feel a gloved hand take mine and drag me back towards their private quarter. I turn my head back to the others and stumble after the hand that is pulling me. It's Simon.

"Gave us all a hell of a fright there , little bird" he grunts..

"Sorry.."

"I don't want your apologies, love. Just need you to stay, yeah..?"

"Yeah, Simon. I'll try staying this time. no more running away.." I whisper

"No more running away.." he repeats, softly.

I feel the softest squeeze on my hand.

I squeeze back.

A silent promise to each other.

We are both ... damaged.

But Christ, we'd try...

[hwaslayer]

project: make you love me (jyh) | 13.5

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���summary: yunho can’t stand how you’re so wrapped up in the notorious campus fuckboy, park seonghwa. he would gladly love you the way you deserve, despite being shy, awkward and the complete opposite of seonghwa. thus, when he finds himself spending more time with you over literature reviews and random study sessions, he decides to take on the challenge to win you over.

—pairing: jeong yunho x f. reader x park seonghwa

—genre: (18+ - minors dni) strangers/friends to lovers, college au | fluff, angst, smut

—word count: 1.8k

—chapter content/warnings: cussing/mature language, just a peek into some stuff that happened over break, very self indulgent honestly i just wanted more yuyu time lolol, the usual teasing between these lovebirds, making out, handjob, teensy weensy bit of spit play, unprotected sex, riding yunho after hes fresh out the shower purrrr 🤪

—a/n: hi! dropping a bonus chapter because it's like ... kinda necessary in order for the next update to make sense? more self indulgent tho LOL but it wasn't long enough to be a chapter chapter 😭 anywho, enjoy!! pls vote on my poll if you haven't already cause ya girl needs to figure out her priorities hehe ty 💕

"Get in the damn car! We're late!" Chaery yells at Seungmin as he lazily walks over after forcing for a pitstop just to get snacks. Yunho laughs as he watches from the rear view mirror, popping his mouth open when you lean over and feed him a fish ball.

"Why don't you get in and stop worrying about me? I'm getting there!" You hear Seungmin yell back as Soobin swings the door open and slides into the back seat.

"Maybe they'll never notice if we just drive off?" Soobin suggests, making Yunho chuckle again.

"He's almost to the car." 

"Why is she hella mad anyway?" Soobin shivers in his jacket.

"He's taking his sweet ol' time. Plus, you know how Chaery is. Her family is full of seasoned travelers. They don't do pitstops and stuff." You dip the fish ball into the sauce and pop it into your mouth.

"Right." Soobin sips on his cup of coffee, scooting closer to the door when Chaery and Seungmin finally slip into their seats.

"We're literally so behind now. You made Yuyu wait." She continues to go at Seungmin, making him roll his eyes.

"Yunho, I'm sorry. I really had to use the bathroom. Some people don't understand it's a thing." 

"You're good." Yunho starts up the car and instantly turns up the heat. "We've only got about an hour and a half left." 

Today, you and your friends were off to spend a few days deep in the snow; renting a huge cabin near a snowboarding and ski resort. Yunho graciously offered to drive, patiently dealing with your friends and their requests on the way over.

Yunho heads to the cabin to help drop off the bags before meeting up with the rest already at the ski resort. He pulls into valet while the rest of you hop out and head straight into the store to get some gear and rent some snowboards. You find the rest of your friends hanging around in the café, sipping on hot cocoa while waiting for your group to arrive. Everyone is in good spirits, excited to see Yunho alongside of you. Even though he's tagged along a few times, you still can't help but feel worried about Yunho. You don't want him to feel isolated or left out, especially if you and your friends already have a good bond with each other. But, he fits in so well every single time, you almost feel like he's been friends with them for as long as you have been.

He tries, and the effort shows.

Once the snowboarding finally takes off, you find out that Yunho has been snowboarding before and is pretty comfortable with it. You, on the other hand, are terrified out of your mind. It takes a few tries, a patient Yunho and constant falls before you're [at the very least] boarding in a straight path. But, you're having fun and sharing lots of laughs with your friends, and you find yourself enjoying yourself no matter the circumstance.

After an hour or so of boarding, you, Yunho and a few of your friends sit off to the side to observe everyone else and play around with the snow in the surrounding area. You give your sister a Facetime call during the brief break, getting your friends and Yunho in the screen. Your sister kept calling Yunho a cutie, demanding for you to bring him over for dinner ASAP. Yunho agrees and tells your mom and sister that he'll see them soon again, waving goodbye before helping you stand to your feet for another round of snowboarding.

You and your friends are out there for another 1.5 hours before you call it quits, heading back to the cabin for a relaxing rest of the evening before another day of playing in the snow tomorrow. Everyone pitches in to make a good, hearty dinner— Yunho and a few of the other boys grilling in the covered back patio while the girls stayed indoors and finished preparing the rest of the dishes over some drinks. Once everything is set, everyone sits at the table and quietly enjoys their food before debating what to watch for the rest of the night.

After dinner, most of the food is gone, and the group is cleaning around before you head upstairs to your shared room with Yunho. You take a shower first, while Yunho hangs out with the group downstairs, enjoying the hot water as it hits your skin. You take a good, lengthy 20 minute shower; gently moisturizing before getting into Yunho's shirt and some shorts, leaving your wet hair to air dry.

Luckily, the cabin is warm enough, but you know you'll get cold the longer you sit around. Before leaving the room, you turn on the portable heater just to warm the room a bit more before you get to bed. By the time you've headed back downstairs, a few of your friends are huddled around the living room now watching a true crime docuseries with some snacks; the rest already resting in their rooms or asleep from the eventful day.

"I'm gonna shower." Yunho kisses your cheek before excusing himself to shower. You watch for a bit before helping clean up around the kitchen and living room. You then bid your friends goodnight— the exhaustion kicking in quick that you don't really have time to sit and enjoy the rest of the docuseries they've started. When you get back into the room with a cup of tea in hand, Yunho has just turned off the shower and steps out in nothing but a towel. His hair is damp and you can't help but ogle at his frame, his body. "Hey. You didn't wanna watch?"

"No, the exhaustion is hitting me pretty badly now. I just helped clean up a bit downstairs and made some tea."

"Mm. Is the room warm enough for you?" He points at the portable heater that he's turned up a bit more.

"Yes. It's cozy." You chuckle. "Thank you." You sit on the bed with your back against the wall, watching as Yunho takes a seat on the edge. He's running a smaller wet towel across his damp hair, his back facing you. You can't help but crawl over and throw your arms over his shoulders, planting random kisses against the side of his neck and shoulders.

"Cutie." He chuckles. "What can I do for you?" 

"A kiss?" He smiles, dipping forward to connect his lips with yours in a sweet kiss. 

"You sure that's all?" He teases. "You know you can just tell me, baby."

"That's all." You continue to kiss him, hand traveling down his chest, to grazing across the tent forming in his towel. 

"Hey." He whines in between kisses, slightly hissing when you continue to gently palm him through the towel. "If you keep doing that, I won't be able to stop myself."

"Your fault for walking out of the damn bathroom when it's literally below 0 outside." He laughs, hands falling onto your hips when you crawl onto his lap.

"It was warm enough in here!"

"Sure." You playfully roll your eyes.

"Take these off." He whispers, tugging on your shorts.

"So bold." You tease as he helps you out of your shorts and bites his bottom lip.

"Mm, well. You started it." His hands come up your shirt to squeeze your sides. "Care to show me what exactly you need, love?" He smirks, a drip of a suave tone slipping through his lips.

"Mhm." You sit back a bit and run your hand up his towel to gently stroke his already-hardened member. He hisses and tilts his head back in pleasure, tempted to thrust into your hand as you pump him at a steady pace. He lets out low, strangled moans, trying his best to keep contact with you through hooded lids. You take the opportunity to spit onto his dick, letting it drip down the head and down his length while you pick up the pace. Yunho's moans are a little louder now, and hearing it drives you crazy.

"Jesus." He lowly groans. "Baby, wait, wait, wait—" He grabs at your wrist and stops you. "You'll make me cum if you keep going."

"You don't want that?"

"No. Or else, we would've gone through all that trouble of taking off your shorts for nothing." You giggle, adjusting your position to line him up at your entrance. 

"We have to be quiet."

"Do we? They have the docuseries on loud downstairs." You slowly sink down his length, lips attaching to his as you both let out soft moans while adjusting to the feeling.

"Mm, but there's still rooms across—" Yunho chases after your lips, enclosing it in a heated kiss before you can say anything else. He grips onto your hips and guides you at a steady pace, more gargled and low moans leaving him as you work him.

"They won't hear a thing, pretty. Don't worry." He smirks against your lips. "Is it really a bad thing, though?"

"Yunho." You giggle, tilting your head back in pleasure when his cock hits you in all the right places, clit rubbing against him perfectly. 

"Love when you say my name like that." He mutters against your neck, tongue swiping against the surface before he bites onto your neck. You let out a sigh just as his hand comes to your neck, gently squeezing as he watches you ride him at a steady rhythm.

"You feel so good." Your hands trail up the nape of his neck, tugging at the ends of his hair. His hands come back to your sides as he whispers in your ear, praising and cooing you straight to the edge.

Gonna keep being a good girl for me?

Riding me like you were made for me.

So pretty, so beautiful.

My baby.

And it only takes a couple of more rolls against Yunho before you're twitching and trembling in his grip, digging your nails into his shoulders as he thrusts up into you and fills you up shortly afterwards. He groans as lets out every last bit into you, lips grazing against your neck before planting a soft trail there, to your jaw, to your lips.

"That was fun." You say, making Yunho chuckle.

"Let's get cleaned up." He looks down at the towel that's now on the floor. "Again." You laugh, heading to the bathroom to clean up, get dressed and do some final touches before slipping into bed with Yunho. He instantly pulls you into his arms, wrapping one around your shoulders while you lay on his chest. "Can barely keep my eyes open now." You smile when Yunho kisses you on the forehead, letting out a content sigh with you in his arms.

"Yunho?"

"Mhm?"

"Thanks for coming along on this little trip."

"Wouldn't miss it for a thing, love." He hums against you, falling asleep in due time just to repeat the agenda all over again tomorrow.

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[razorblade180-heated]

Roommates

[Nsfw, you first and last warning]

It finally happened. After months of immense sacrifice and brutal struggle, Caelus had taken down his toughest opponent yet. Procrastination. The final box opened alongside the completion of their room renovations. The days of couch and box sleeping were gone at last. Not them or Stelle cared much, but Pom Pom was probably elated.

Satisfied with his hard work, Caelus took another look at the massive room before falling backwards onto his bed in relief. At the same time, Stelle walked through the door covered in mechanical oil.

“Oh hey, you finished. Good job.”

“No thanks to you.” He sat up, seeing the state she was in. “What the heck happened to you?”

“Since a certain someone was too busy renovating to pick up their phone, I was called to help deal with and decide a maintenance issue on our ship! I now know every inch of our engine!”

“Sounds like perfect karma to me. We’ve really expanded our quality of life.”

“No kidding.” Stelle glanced over at the massive computer. “You even got the game area running. How’d you manage that?”

“Actually, the moment I plugged in the PC, Silver Wolf appeared and immediately started setting it up for us.”

“Like…the exact moment it was plugged in?”

Caelus nodded. “Yeah. Either she has a good script or The Express is simply hacked.” He looked at the PC to see the girl’s logo placed on the bottom of the monitor. “Definitely hacked.”

“Sounds like a problem for another day. Welp, I’m gonna take a bath. Let’s hope oil washes out easily.”

“Hold on!” He stands up. “I was just about to bathe. I’ve been moving stuff all day.”

“Caelus, I think we need to take a moment and consider how an airship was fixed with my help instead of exploding. That deserves first dibs on our bath.”

“You mean the bath I put together?” He was not letting that go anytime soon. “Regardless, you can’t bathe immediately anyways. You’ll ruin the tub. You’re better off in the shower.”

“Shower?” Stelle tilted her head. They were separate? The newbie mechanic walked into the bathroom to see vast space, literally and figuratively. It was much bigger on the inside. Cool tiles lead up the biggest tub she’s ever seen, while to her left was a shower head over a drain; complete with its own rack and curtain. “You went all out.”

“It was Himeko’s idea. Apparently it helps with cleanliness.” He said, quoting her as he walked in. “We do get filthy after all.”

“I meant in general. This tub is huge! I thought the space would be cramped. With this much room, you’re picking a fight for nothing. Let’s just bathe together.” She nodded, liking her own idea.

Stelle looked at Caelus to see his face growing a little pink, despite the fact this wouldn’t be the craziest thing they’ve done together. “What? You choose now of all times to be modest?”

“No! I’m a little surprised that you’re the one to bring up the idea.”

Annoyingly, he had a point. Once upon a time, the thought of her offering would’ve felt foreign. Things like booking inns together like the ones at Belobog were his ideas. As for certain…encounters in the Captain’s Quarters on the airship, those were always a bit more spontaneous. In truth, they’ve gotten fairly lucky how often they found alone time in their chaotic environment. Perhaps she was feeling on edge again? No, not really. Maybe things finally felt normal this way? It would be strange if it hadn’t honestly.

Stelle rubbed the back of her head, embarrassed by her suggestion. “From this day forward, we’re proper roommates living in the same space. We’ll be changing, eating, and sleeping, around each other all the time now. It’s only natural to get comfortable quickly. I don’t mind if you don’t.”

“If that’s the case, then I guess the problem is solved, hehe.” Was it odd to feel a little happy? He wasn’t sure. Caelus walked over to the tub and started filling it. “After you wash off the major grime, feel free to soak the day away. Looks like you had a long one.”

“I just might take you up on that offer. Man I wish Serval appeared out of nowhere like Silver Wolf does for games!”

“Ha! That would definitely make our lives easier.” He turned around. “We-”

“…We, what?” Stelle asked, removing the last of her soiled clothes. She glanced over at Caelus to see him watching the water. Even through the growing stream, she could see his ears growing red. “Hehehe. You alright over there?”

“Yeah. Nearly burned myself is all.”

A nice recovery. Stelle couldn’t really fault him over the situation. Even after countless moments, tension always got the better of them. At least it was never as stressful together compared to speaking to Firefly alone, or Jing Yuan. Stelle’s personal track record of flirting was probably why Nanook gazed at her to begin with. Stelle shook away the embarrassing memories and turned on the shower. Whether it be the new experience or the hard day's work, the instant satisfaction that hit with hot water was heavenly!

“Oh my god this rules!” Stelle sighed in relief, her muscles thanking her for this experience. “Five stars! This bathroom is legendary!”

Caelus was in his own slice of heaven as his body lowered into the giant bubble bath he made. His eyes closed while he drifted into peace. “I’m gonna have to agree~”

“Wow, where’d you get the bubbles?”

“Ratio has his redeeming qualities~” Caelus opened his eyes and spotted a new look of happiness on Stelle’s face as she scrubbed her scalp.

Intentional or not, she didn’t bother with the shower curtain. Soap suds ran down her arms like a river that narrowed at her chest and widened around her abs before breaking into multiple trails. Caelus did his best not to stare, but it couldn’t be understated how beautiful Stelle always manages to look. Even if she’s filthy or bruised up from a fight she won, her smile and eyes maintained a certain beauty that never faded.

Rinsing her hair spared her the pain of soap in her eyes when she opened them again. “Ah, so you can look at me now?” She smirked.

“You make it difficult not to.” He chuckled sheepishly.

Stelle playfully rolled her eyes and turned off the shower, making her way to the tub.

“Don’t slip.” He warned.

“Don’t jinx me. Last thing we need is a Stelleron disaster because I slipped and broke something.”

“You’ve been smacked by Phantylia.”

“And yet for some reason, I still think wet tile could take me out.” Stelle made it to the tub where Caelus so kindly offered a hand to hold as she stepped in. “Thanks.”

“What are roommates for?” He smiled. He had expected her to make way towards the back wall or neck of the tub, but Stelle chose the corner with her legs lightly floating on top of his. “All this room and you choose to invade my bubble.”

“I like corner spaces. You know this. So combative today. All this room prep has riled you up.”

“Does that mean you’ll trade chores with me and I can go material hunting while you do upkeep?”

“Pfft, we both know if I’m the one dealing with relations too long, it’ll turn into another battlefield. It’s why people call you for Skott and call me for abundance removal.” She grinned with joy. “Scrappy is my middle name.”

“My social battery really isn’t that much bigger than yours. The work just has to get done! It’s tiring always thinking, and I’m not even doing the grand stuff like Welt or Himeko!”

“You’re doing fine. Better than me at least. I always fumble delicate matters.”

Caelus shook his head, flicking bubbles her way. “No you don’t. You have a big heart and don’t mix words. You speak passionately because the situation was delicate to begin with. It shows how much you care and how seriously you take things; like when you testified with Dan Heng.”

A flutter in her chest made Stelle blink twice before sinking lower into the water. “Th-Thanks I guess.”

“Although you probably need to work on your poker face. A single compliment and you’re an open book.” His words were meant with a splash to the face.

“Shut up! I’m only open cause it’s you! I know how to bluff. It’s not my favorite thing to do though. Too much energy.”

“Yeah I don’t know how people like Aventurine live.”

“Sadly.” She said bluntly. “They live sadly. That I’m sure of.”

“You think his income could fit in our room?”

“Not if his ego is in there too.” Stelle took her legs off of Caelus and moved closer, until they were shoulder to shoulder. “Is that really what you want to be talking about right now?”

“I was giving you peace. Working on the engine couldn’t have been easy.”

“And being an amateur carpenter mechanic sounds dreadful. You seem a bit more comfortable now. Looks like I lead a situation better than I thought.”

“Oh?” He indulged her antics.

“Offering to bathe together, not bothering with the shower curtain, physical touch; I’d say I’ve gotten you to loosen up pretty well.”

“Really? I think after a day of messages meant for me, and having to step in, you missed me and wanted quality time.”

“Two things can be true at once.” She countered, smiling cheekily. Stelle could feel Caelus wrap his arm around her lower back. She had no problems looking directly in his eyes, her hand resting on his chest as she pressed her body against his. “Are roommates supposed to be this close?”

“Dunno, but I’m not complaining.” He couldn’t stop leaning in closer.

“Looks like we’re agreeing again…” she moved her hand up to his face, pulling it closer until they finally kissed. Caelus’s hold on her coiled like a separate, his strength made known as she deepened the kiss.

If she wanted things to remain innocent, Stelle would be lying. The second his tongue grazed her lips, she opened wider to personally invite it in with hers. Ripples in the water moved steadily as they both kept each other closer. Stelle draped her arms over Caelus’s shoulders while his hands grew greedy. His left cupped her breast, making her quiver as rough hands kneaded it. Stelle broke the hungry kiss and attacked his neck to listen to a symphony of panting as she bit him.

“Stelle~” her tongue lapped around his Adam's Apple while her right hand fell into his lap, capturing his hidden erection.

The gray haired girl looked up at Caelus with a smug grin as she slowly ran her fingers up and down his shaft. It’s not often she got the upper hand; she doubted she’d keep it for long. Better to enjoy it while she can. “Someone’s sensitive today.”

“It’s been awhile…”

“Renovations had you that busy?”

“And other things. We live a crazy life. Besides, it’s not as nice without you.”

“I’m already naked. You don’t have to sweet talk me into fooling around.” She blushed heavily. “Sit on the edge of the tub.”

Caelus sat right where the tub bends, his body on full display. It was a bit frustrating that despite that she fought more, Caelus could still rival her muscle definition. He didn’t need to look hot! Stelle ignored his abs and focused on the somehow less annoying erection staring at her. A quick splash cleared away any remaining bubbles before she held it gently as she psyched herself up.

Caelus couldn’t help but chuckle at her determined expression. “You always make the same face before you start.”

“You try dealing with seven inches.” Stelle bit the bullet and swallowed him halfway, feeling him pulse and his fingers burning back her hair as she gave him a taste.

Caelus closed his eyes from the warmth. He had nothing but quiet gasps for Stelle as her tongue traced down his shaft and played with his tip. “Nngh, yes~”

Her jaw hung open the best it could while she bobbed her head. Thankfully he kept still. It made it so easy to control how deep he touched her throat. Stelle looked up to see the boy’s eyes shut, his body enraptured by her efforts. More. She wanted more of that face. Gently, her hands wrapped around the base of his cock while her lips closed firmly around him; his grip became tighter the moment Stelle dared to suck on him like a straw.

“H-Hey…” he huffed. Stelle’s tongue slowly dragged its way up to the tip. “What’s with the extra effort!?”

Containing her laughter was a struggle. She made her gasps more breathy, shrouding his length in a fog of warmth until his taste became more potent; his flavor spilling into her mouth. Stelle was anything but a quitter, making sure to keep her lips sealed tightly until she swallowed every drop. Satisfied with her performance, she looked up at her flustered partner while she slowly removed herself from him with newfound confidence.

“Hmm.” Stelle wiped her lips with a single finger. “I think that was easily my best attempt.”

Caelus was buzzing with emotion. It felt as if she was still on him. “What the heck got into you in the first place!?”

“I didn’t want cum in the bath.” She said bluntly, lightly splashing him again. “Or on myself. I just showered.”

“So we’re not having sex in the tub?”

She’d be lying if she wasn’t tempted, but somehow Stelle was certain most of the water would end up outside the tub. Not to mention bubbles in the eyes would be dreadful. Instead, she stood up and got out to grab a towel.

“Don’t you think it’s steamy enough in here already?” She said, focusing on drying her hair before wrapping the towel on her. “Let’s-”

The towel fell, its place taken by Caelus’s arms again. His left wrapped around her toned torso while his right slipped between her cleavage and turned her chin over her right shoulder to receive an intense kiss that robbed her air alongside her tongue again. Unbelievable. Her mouth eagerly opened wider without thinking.

Caelus’s weight pressed against her back with his persistent erection rubbing against her butt. The shift in balance grew to the point Stelle reached out for the shower wall in front of her so they wouldn’t fall. The unexpected kiss left her. What seemed like a moment to breathe was interrupted as strong hands took her hips, and a clever foot placed between her feet pushed out to spread her legs wider.

“I like it steamy.” Caelus rubbed the head of his cock against wet lips, poking and prodding the entrance.

Stelle remained quiet, fearing her voice would tremble like her knees. So much for the upper hand. Her head hung low as her eyes watched Caelus’s shadow merge with hers, a new heat piercing her body and scratching an itch she could never reach alone.

“Don’t let me fall.” She moaned in one breath. His grip on hips tightened and took weight off her legs; her body clung to his fleeing flesh before accepting him again with a single thrust. “Ah fuck…”

He didn’t go easy on her. Stelle stood as proudly as she could while Caelus broke down her ego and let it run down her thighs. Her body kept betraying her; pushing itself up against the man to meet his thrusts so they’d grind her core to mush. Each impact between them was wet and eager like animals running on instinct. Her mouth may have gotten used to his size, but she feared her body itself never would. To be this big and overbearing, it should’ve felt horrible. So why in the known universe did it give her chills down her spine?

“H-Harder.” She panted. Why the hell did this have to be one of her favorite positions?! “You can go harder!”

Stelle didn’t need to repeat herself. Caelus made sure to drive his hips in deep, making her walls grab him in desperation each time he threatened to leave before plowing forward again. Each breath their lungs grabbed grew smaller and smaller, straining their muscles with care.

A little longer and they might legitimately face blacking out, but thankfully, the end they chased came sooner. Stelle felt her head buzzing as Caelus pressed up against her womb, causing her body to surrender to the pleasure. Her knees gave out the moment the fullness inside slipped out. As she attempted to breathe, Stelle could feel heat paint her lower back in spurts, causing her cheeks to burn.

“All that washing, down the drain…” She huffed, her head resting against the cool tile wall. Caelus was way too good at catering to her needs. Her nerves tingle all over.

Stelle felt another hot jolt to the system as rushing water rained down onto her. She dared to look up to see her partner in crime look down at her while his hand rested on the faucet. Her eyes narrowed at his mischief.

“You’re a real piece of work. I hope you know that.”

Caelus smiled with satisfaction. “Can’t say I didn’t plan ahead. And you wanted to leave the bathroom.”

“Hardy har. Okay wise guy, I hope washing my back was in your plan.” Stelle didn’t have to wait a moment longer before he squatted down and scrubbed gently. “I guess your plan has its merits.”

“That’s the spirit.”

xxxxxxx

It didn’t take long at all to wash off again. All things considered, Caelus had solid points and Stelle was pleased he acted on his plan. Still, that didn’t mean she wasn’t going to milk the pampering he was giving. The bathroom door slid open with her being carried in his arms, their bodies draped in black bathrobes.

“This might be the nicest thing you’ve ever done for me.” Stelle said with a whimsical smile in her voice.

“I literally take all the requests you don’t want to do. I ran a museum, promoted a community, and helped form a college band.”

“And that’s why you got into the business track with ease! On the job experience.”

Caelus rolled his eyes playfully before walking over to her bed, which was closest to the door and bathroom. Even now he was thinking of her needs. “Here we are.” He tossed her lightly before walking to the other side of the room.

Stelle was lucky he didn’t put a spin on that toss. She plopped onto a firm but soft mattress that took her by surprise. She hadn’t realized this was here. “You got us separate beds?”

“I’m good at haggling. In other words, yes, on the job training helped quite a bit.” Caelus laid down on fresh lemon scented sheets. “Fridge is stocked by the way.”

“Already going to bed? Someone is getting old.”

“Is someone looking for another round?”

“Not what I said in the slightest!” Her voice quivered.

“Ah, then maybe you wanted to cuddle?” Caelus jokes, chuckling at himself. It would be true if it was the other way around. He waited for her laughter to join. It never did. “Stelle?” He sat back up.

She had gotten up to turn the lights off. Before she did, Caelus caught a glimpse of bright red ears. Was he not far off? No way, right? Stelle crawled back into her bed and curled up under the covers.

“Night.” She said, a hint of annoyance leaking out.

“We can cuddle if-”

“I said goodnight, Caelus.”

“…My bed is open if you change your mind. Night.” He rested his head once again, his face burning red.

Stelle didn’t bother giving a response. Her brain was too busy being frustrated with herself. It was the stupidest thing! Why were things always so complicated and painfully simple with him specifically!? With Tingyun, she was bumbling and awkward. Same with Firefly or Jing Yuan! March could make a scrapbook of all embarrassing moments Stelle put herself through.

Not with Caelus though. Sure they were a little embarrassing too, but comfortable. It was cheesy to think about but it wouldn’t be crazy to say they were kinda made for each other in certain aspects. In public they always kept things pretty under the table; defining their relationship always felt like a headache. Figuring things out alone felt good. Really good. Now they were in a place designed to hold their private moments. No hotel room payment or assignment excuse. Stelle could let her guard down here, so why did it feel challenging?

She laid still, her heart pounding. To think they would get their own beds. Realistically, it was for the best. Between schedules or any other wacky nonsense, it would be helpful to have their own space in the shared space. Perhaps the hotels and captain’s quarters had gotten her too used to sharing a bed or couch? It was the only time they were ever that close before, during, and after any urges. Despite his cheekiness, it was nice, the feeling of warmth Caelus gave in those moments. It would seem she herself has fallen victim to his softer side. How perfect…

For at least an hour, Stelle’s thoughts kept her company. “…tsk.”

On the other side, Caelus found moderate success in getting rest. He drifted between sleep and consciousness casually like it was nothing. His ears detected movement from the other side of the room. The sound of a shifting mattress followed by soft footsteps. Not long after, he felt his own mattress sink beside him and bring new warmth. Caelus opened his eyes to see a pair staring back at him with a yearnful expression mixed with slight guilt.

“Hey there stranger.” He put his arms around Stelle and her hands immediately went to his chest. “Credit for your thoughts.”

“Not many to think about.” She played off with a shrug. “I guess…I just…” her voice trailed off, embarrassed to finish her feelings. Stelle readied herself for the verbal teasing, but was granted a chaste kiss instead.

“I’ve missed you too.” Caelus confessed quietly. Stelle blinked at him silently for a couple seconds before moving her hands around his neck.

“Then we’re in the same boat. Just like always.” Stelle kissed him brazenly, awarding her with his left hand pulling her over his body. Not willing to wait anymore, she shifted her weight over until he was properly straddled.

Words failed both of them. As Caelus occupied his time with opening up her bathrobe, Stelle was quick to grab the firm, heated length that poked her butt. She raised her hips up, sliding herself along its underside before slipping it inside. The sudden jolt caused both to sigh, their bodies cutting through tension that tensed muscles. Stelle put her hands back on Caelus’s chest and closed her eyes. She didn’t want to fight these desires anymore. She wanted to slowly ride them out until her hips couldn’t anymore.

Caelus couldn’t believe it. Even in darkness, he could see her body flex with each buck; her chest bouncing to the rhythm of her choice. Ignoring her body only led to staring at a beautiful shade of red on a panting woman he absolutely adored.

Still filt a familiar tingle up her spine. “Nngh, why are you getting harder?”

“Why are you so beautiful?”

“Shut up, hehe~” Stelle bucked harder, making sure he slid all the way inside before grinding him up to the tip. “This is harder than it looks.”

“Me, or riding?” His comment got her to open her eyes with judgement. Caelus smiled gently. “I can take over.”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself. I’m not tired.”

“I know. I just like spoiling you.” He reached up and cupped her boobs, pulling on two pale pink, and puffy nipples. Her walls approved, even if her face tried to hide it. “Let me spoil you.”

“I’m not a selfish lover y’know?” She fought through the pleasure with every measured breath. “I hate when it’s so one sided.”

“Nobody’s calling you selfish. Just like with everything, always the first to step up to the plate. Ever considered I like my turn; that my favorite position is the one that you love so much?”

“Lies~”

“Oh yeah? Get in it and find out.” He rasped.

His words held an eagerness that tempted her thoughts. Stelle could tell by the way his eyes remained fixated on hers that he was serious. He didn’t even make a move on her hips or tried to roll her off. Caelus was practically daring her to put her money where her mouth was. Stelle moved her hips slower and slower until finally stopping all together. The strength to get off of his lap was nearly impossible to find. Since when does she of all people get cold feet!? This room really was getting to her.

“Don’t complain if you start getting tired.” She quipped, turning around while pulling all her hair behind her shoulders. “I should really invest in a clip.”

Caelus sat up. “Allow me.”

“Hehe, this your excuse to pull my hair?” Stelle felt his hands bundle it all into his left hand.

“I didn’t know I needed one.”

A gentle tug brought her head tilting up as a joke. Stelle had half a mind to elbow Caelus’s ribs, then all thoughts faded away completely as she felt an intoxicating fullness once again. The kind that only scratched the deepest itch she had when Caelus was behind her. Her legs were already a little twitchy but she didn’t care. Stelle leaned forward, getting onto her hands and needs carefully. She only shut her eyes for a moment before opening them again to find a pillow being slid where her face was. There wasn’t anytime to process why before she met it. Caelus had pressed down her upper back so suddenly that her arms buckled instantly, making her entire upper body fall.

Stelle yelped into the pillow. “Mmph!?” Her head turned to the right to gasp for breath. “Hey! Th- aaahh~” air rushed into her lungs as her waist was pulled back until the back of her womb was kissed.

Caelus remained accommodating, but he could never understand why so many people were quick to assume it all selfless on his part. He had just as much to gain from her pleasure as she did, and he was going to show her that.

“Don’t wake anyone up, kay?”

Stelle felt his cock scrap it’s way out before digging in so quickly that Caelus’s waist smacked into her. Not a thought came to mind. Only the instinct to grip the pillow and sink her teeth in it. Again, he pulled out and rushed back in like a flood. Only this time, Stelle wasn’t given a brief grace period. She was given attention more intensely than when they were in the shower.

“Ca-agh! Aaangh!” It was like she was being played with. Since when could he get this serious!? Her hips inadvertently tried to pull away and was met with swift punishment when he pulled them back. “Mmph!”

“No running.” His grip tightened, not that her pussy dared to let him go. It pulled, held, and begged for him as much as the greedy girl it was attached to. “You’re going to feel everything tonight.”

Her core was melting with every thrust, each one churning her body and sanity. There was no escape from the heat. Each time he buried himself inside, her hips weakened and opened up to receive his strength until all of hers began coating him. There wasn’t a bath to excuse her wet thighs or drown out the lustful sound of her body taking a pounding. Stelle could feel every vein, every single inch of Caelus mold her walls into something she’d remember forever. It was strange but this aggression felt somewhat familiar to her. The weight of his body came down on her, making her go prone. Stelle could see the visible strain of Caelus’s foreman as he slipped his fingers between her hand to squeeze.

“I really pushed his buttons this time.” The bed might have well been their sparring sessions at this point. It was the only other time he was this serious with her.

“Stelle, let’s go all night.”

His voice was way too close. Her heart nearly stopped. “Y-You’re crazy~” Stelle felt her body was about to betray her again… “Caelus, I give! Okay!? I'll take back what I said!”

“And? Like I said, having you like this is my favorite too.” He felt her body crave him, urging to remain right where he is. “Stelle, look at me…”

She had no defense for his plea. Stelle dared to turn her head right, barely finding the power to look over her shoulder. Caelus helped guide her by the chin until their lips met again. At this point it was impossible to care about anything more than a few seconds ahead. Stelle gave no playful defiance when his tongue slipped in. In fact, she welcomed it, completely admitting her pride's defeat. Her hips took the chance to relax, sealing her fate again. An immense weight pressed down on her womb and set her daydreaming as she felt full, only to immediately get a real sense of it when it rushed into her. Each twitch only marked her further as her walls took everything Caelus had. Eventually both their heads fell in exhaustion as their bodies tried to function.

Stelle’s grip couldn’t relax even as the boy pulled out of her. The immediate emptiness felt wrong and like a cruel tease. She would’ve remained in this stupor if it wasn’t for the cause turning her over. Now she had no choice but to look at Caelus’s sweaty, panting face and carnal gaze.

She held her arms up, seeking his return. “You’re so lucky I’m in love.” Was all it took to get him in her grasp, fingers immediately running through his hair as they kissed hungrily. Their stomachs tightened and their throats held guttural swears as he found his way back inside her.

Caelus ended the kiss and looked her in the eyes. “I’m serious. I don’t want to sleep tonight.”

“I can tell.” To think he was still so hard for her. It did help negate how much of a mess she currently felt. “Looks like you’re a fan of missionary as well.”

“Let’s be honest, I’m a fan of you.” He stole her lips again.

Stelle wasn’t sure if her heart was fluttering or failing at this point. His hands held hers again, bringing them above her head to keep there. Still locked her legs around his thrusting hips to make sure his pace was kept. Their kisses got shorter but the affection grew bolder as the man settled on worshiping the crook of neck while she moaned in his ear.

“ Caelus, more. I want more. I want everything. I…I want you. I missed you! There, I said it. I-”

Her words were silenced. He was getting really good at that. Stelle felt his hands free hers and she immediately took the chance to hug him tight, nails meeting his back just rough enough to feel it. Every gasp was a whimper fueled by pleasure and yearning. Stelle got chills feeling his tip rub against the roof of her soaked hole. The pressure wasn’t as commanding as when he took her from behind, and yet it was every bit as alluring as she got to hear his grunts in great detail; to feel his weight again while fully getting absorbed into a kiss that seemed never ending. Just the thought of his hips sinking deep into her all night made her thighs quiver.

Caelus felt it all. “Getting close again?”

“Shut up. Just don’t stop.”

“I love you.”

“I said shut up!” She held him tighter.

“And I said I love you. Your strength. Your heart. Your weakness.” He felt his own orgasm returning. “Stelle… Stelle~” His hips moved all on their own.

Tonight was going to be long, and Stelle already knew they were both going to be an absolute mess. Another strong but less intense orgasm took hold of her before claiming his. The strength they possessed plummeted dramatically, their chests pushing on each other as they caught their breath. Finally a little clarity snuck its way into their heads.

“Can you please get me some water?” Stelle groaned, feeling her head spin a bit. She didn’t even notice when Caelus got off her. Her thoughts remained scattered until her cheek felt frigid plastic against it, causing her to snap back to reality.

Caelus snorted, shaking the water bottle again. “Don’t die on me now.”

“Don’t try to kill me.” Stelle took the water and sat up. “Thanks…” She took a quick sip to cool her fuming thoughts.

The bed sank from Caelus putting his weight on it again, his spot of choice being right behind her. How could she not take the opportunity to lean back. It’s only fair that he supports her weight now. His fingers were much gentler this time as he combed through her matted hair. She didn’t want to say anything, but Caelus might’ve fucked some of the attitude out of her. Or maybe he had outright stolen it?

“I really got under your skin, didn’t I?” She said softly, getting lost in the way he scratched her scalp carefully. “You were definitely a bit mad.”

“Who wouldn’t be? You think it doesn’t take a ton of effort and energy to put myself out there? All your yapping and spoiling you and not myself. It’s like you try to mess with me.” He huffed, feigning more anger than he actually had. He didn’t expect Stelle to respond with a warm kiss to the cheek.

“Sorry.”

“It’s not that big of a deal.” He said instantly.

“Pfft haha! And I thought I was the fickle one.” Stelle retested her head against his body. Her fingers ran down his left hand and began fiddling with his digits. “I suppose…the stress of everything has gotten to me.”

“You think you’re the only one? Penacony was anything but a vacation. Then we go back to deal with literal people monkeying around.”

“Heh, and before all that a Wardance almost became an actual war. Man, seeing and saying goodbye to Tingyun was strange too. It’s been so…heavy. The most consistent thing in my life is you. Before I noticed, I was already relying on you to keep my feet on the ground.”

Caelus couldn’t believe his ears. It wasn’t often Stelle was this frank. The last time she had a little too much Soulglad, and the time before that was Firefly’s untimely end, or so they thought.

“I rely on you too. Not only do you grit your teeth and dig into anything you put your mind to, but life would be far less interesting without you. Dumpster diving alone sounds dreadful.”

“A real modern day tragedy.” Stelle smiled softly as she turned around to look at him. “I’m happy we’re properly living like this now. I think closeness like this was something I’ve been lacking or putting off for a long time. This is nice.”

“Maybe this will motivate you to not fumble so badly next time you meet somebody cute.” He watched her eyes squint at him with the intensity he adored.

“Wow, low blow. Right for the jugular.”

“It’s fortunate Firefly is head over heels for us and Tingyun adores your awkwardness. You fail tasks successfully.”

“And you asked to be closer to me! Clearly my charm is on levels beyond your comprehension.” She crossed her arms in confidence, only for it to get ruined with a forehead kiss.

“Yeah. You’re pretty awesome.” He was given another quick stare before receiving a kiss on the cheek that made him chuckle. Then, the kiss got lower. Way lower. “St-Stelle?”

She said nothing as she scooted herself back before putting her head down in his lap, brushing her hair back as she swallowed him like earlier. His body immediately flinched, pleasing her self satisfaction while she got familiar with the taste of herself on him. A ghastly sigh leaves his lips as her tongue coils around him until his body responds. It wasn’t long until her jaw dropped wide to fit his new erection.

Satisfied with her work, Stelle removed her lips before she got carried away. “Let’s try this again.” She climbed onto his lap, angling her hips carefully before sinking down right onto him. “Nng, never getting used to this~”

Her arms wrapped around his shoulders while he went to her waist. Both entered another staring contest Caelus quickly lost the moment Stelle slowly moved her hips forward.

A sultry smile crept onto her face. “Hey, if you give up this early then we’re not making it all night.”

“What happened to that being crazy? Hmm?”

“It’s a little less insane if you behave and go at my pace. Do us both a favor and don’t turn us over this time.” Stelle hugged him tightly, resting her head on his shoulder as she focused on her movements.

“Alright, alright. I can play nice.” He leaned into her ear. “We both know how that final round ends though.” Caelus smirked as he felt the reaction his words caused. “Hehehe.”

He truly was a piece of work, but so was she. Stelle played it off like a joke. “Pfft, we’ll cross that line when the marathon ends. Now focus on right now. We have a long night ahead of us.”

[dilutedconfusion]

A Moth to a Flame

Eustass Kid x F!Reader (Part 6)

Heyyy so yeah…it’s me again. This is not an old post or a repost or anything like that. I am back like a year later still obsessed with Kid and still continuing this fanfic because it’s my baby and I love it (despite some of the old chapters making me cringe a little lol). So basically what happened was college and life REALLY got in the way, but lately I’ve had more time and finally THANK THE FUCKING LORD got out of my writers block. Like seriously I was so stuck on where to go with this fanfic I rewrote certain sections a bunch of times. But here I am and I plan to try to keep this up once again. Soooo expect more from me (specifically the last chapter of Lost Star if you even remember that fic that Im soooooo close to finishing).

For your reading pleasure and because its been forever Imma give a but more in depth summary of PREVIOUS chapters before talking about this one itself.

SO SPOILERS AHEAD PLEASE GO READ THE OTHER CHAPTERS BEFORE THIS RECAP!!! This is just for returning readers who may have forgotten.

RECAP: Okay so if we remember Y/N lives on an island in the New World. Her life is boring but she tries to make it fun by both drawing constantly and being reckless (I know what a fun combo). Kid literally just got his arm blasted off about a week ago. Little to say but he’s been a bit grouchy since then and because of that him and Killer have been on the rocks. Y/N out of curiosity decides to follow the pair once they take to land on her island for supplies. Kid and Y/N chat, she does something stupid like falling right into the damn ocean, he saves her. She wakes up on his ship and is NOT doing well mentally. Kid freaks out, basically publicly bullies her but lo and behold her Dad, who may not or may be someone special, shows up at the scene of the crime. All long with the entirety of Kids crew just standing there awkwardly.

Summary: Y/N finally has some semblance of dignity and stands up for herself. Kid doesn’t like that, but guess what? He actually sorta realizes what a little freak he was being. Kid and Killer finally talk about it instead dodging the issue for the millionth time which means some big emotional trouble for the lads. Y/N realizes she misplaced something, something rather important. Killer starts to scheme and may or may not totally ship it. But all the while Y/N’s worst nightmare is looming closer.

Warnings: Mentions of blood, Killer being freaky lol

Word Count: Like 10-11k I think, this shit huge

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

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(Also I realize again it’s been HELLA LONG since I last posted. But I still tagged the people who wanted to be tagged, but if you would not like to be tagged anymore no problem just ask! I get it lol)

Seeing you up on that boat was odd for him. Odd in the way one might find a chess piece in a checkers box. Or a tree on the world’s smallest island in the middle of the ocean. Not impossible, surely, but that thought didn’t stop him from remembering something he hadn’t thought about in years.

His saliva turned to acid and his throat the barrel of a gun. Throwing out scorching breaths that had him kneeled over in pain.

You were young. Short enough to get fully engulfed by the putrid man that was holding you. His mask was void of any emotion yet he could nearly see that sadistic smile. Your hair a mess of blood as you struggled against his large arms.

Your father caught a spare glance of you that night before everything changed. One reflective bright glare of fire in your eyes and tears so full of life and emotion. If that moment was a painting it would be praised. But his life wasn’t one he wanted to be documented. Not anymore. Not with this shame.

Because only a bastard like him could have a doomed child like you.

“Y/N tell me what’s going on.”

Before he could let himself sink into the past he needed to realize you weren’t pleading for your life. Not clawing or caked in blood. His eyes catched the shining gleam of sweat on your brow. The way your eye bags sunk a little lower and your hair seemed out of control. But it was the bandages on your hands that worried him the most. You weren’t standing up fully, as if hunkered over in shame. Face red with an emotion he couldn’t quite make out.

Is that…fear or embarrassment?

Before you could speak, your mouth already hanging open to reply, the redhead cut you off. “Dad?!” Kid leered between you and this supposed man that was your father. Looking down at your hand on his forearm in disgust before ripping it away and quickly walking up to the edge of the banister. Your cheeks flushed up an even brighter red, swallowing down the solid rock that was seemingly in your throat to follow after him. Kid stood there giving the man a speculative snarl as he spoke to you. “This man is your father? Did he come here to save his helpless little baby?”

You glared at him almost instantly. Smacking a hand into his right arm which nearly sent smoke to spew out of his ears. “Don’t talk to me like that!”

She…smacked him? Your father was trying to piece the scenario together. One that made sense with both your injuries, blushed face, and the fact that you hadn’t come home last night. He was expecting to see you screaming for his help if you were injured.

I mean clearly these men hurt her right?

Kid didn’t have a moment to retaliate against your slap because in an instant he heard rocketing steps in the air. His eyes met your fathers as he watched him skywalk up onto the deck. The crowd of Kid pirates below briskly put down their supplies and drew their weapons. The faint clang of guns getting loaded and swords being unsheathed causing him no alarm. As the slightly gray haired man landed you in front of you, you felt a wave of relief. With Killer promptly getting his blades out and ready, Kid stayed still. Sizing up the man with an unblinking glare as he turned towards him.

With all the weapons pointed at your father you couldn’t help but make haste. Stepping in between the space between your father and Kid. “Everyone chill out! I’m being serious, put down your weapons, everything is fine!”

Seeing you red and yelling like that sent a little smile to Kids lips. Eyes flickering to your palm now facing him as if that would do anything to stop him. “Don’t tell my crew what to do, brat.”

Your father took a bounding step forward. His heavy boot slamming against the deck authoritatively. “Don’t talk to my daughter like that! Y/N what happened here? Why are you injured and with these idiots?”

Before you could even speak, mouth hung open and head turned back towards your father you were cut off yet again. “Idiots? That’s big talk coming from a short man.”

Kids voice sounded like nails on a chalkboard to you as he spoke up. “Kid shut up! You’re making things worse.”

Kid didn’t like that. Well that was to be expected but he couldn’t handle anymore of this outright disobedience against him. You were a pest and he needed you to know that. “You’re telling me to shut up? Little miss I can’t fucking do anything for myself and need my daddy to come save me. Yeah right. Step aside. If this old geezer wants a fight he’s getting it.”

With Kids attitude the crew started to murmur from below. Some left standing clutching their weapons, others climbing up the side onto the deck. Pacing sideways to take up the space behind Kid and beside Killer. But what people didn’t notice, simply because they couldn’t with the man’s face covered in a mask, was Killer squinting his eyes at the old man in confusion.

It wasn’t like him to draw his weapon and not be completely enthralled in what was happening. That was required of him simply for the fact that him and the surrounding crew could die in a moment of hesitation like that. But here he was, ears almost ringing softly as the world around him became muffled. That girl and Kid just blurry visages yelling at each other back and forth like always. The crews murmuring and yells egging on the situation from beside him. The only thing perfectly set in his view was this old man, standing there silently, watching over the scene more confused than afraid.

Where do I know this guy from? I…swear I’ve seen him before.

Killer couldn’t quite put his thumb on it and Kid, along with everyone else, wasn’t paying enough attention.

They are watching their favorite soap opera, “Dad Meets His Daughter’s Angry Deranged Boy-toy.”

Without any hesitation seeing as Killer was so unfocused he giggled softly at that. Which of course made the whole crew go completely silent instantaneously.

“Did you just…laugh?” Kid, who in the middle of berating the old man, pivoted his anger towards his next victim. Craning his neck at a visibly painful angle to stare back at Killer.

Killer once again thanked himself for wearing a mask 24/7 cause without it they would’ve seen the blood red tinted all over his tanned cheeks. He left out a awkward little cough, glancing at you and your father who seemed to be giving each other confused looks and shoulder shrugs.

I don't whats weirder, them hearing my laugh or everyones reaction to it.

“No. Of course not.” He said, muscles tightening up once again so he looked a little more ready to fight. His arms at his sides as his blades tipped limply towards the floor.

“Are you making fun of me over there? Is this funny to you?” Kid asked clearly trying to find yet his third victim of unused testosterone and throw it head first at somebody.

I swear I need to buy him a stress toy. The ones where the little eyes pop out so he can get the full experience.

“I mean it’s a little funny, yeah. You yelled at a helpless girl for no reason and almost made her fall off the boat. And now you’re picking a fight with an old man whose main concern should be cataracts, not fighting.” Killer said matter of factly. The crew behind him both laughed a little at Killer’s blatant throw whilst others softly agreed with him.

“Yeah why in the hell are you fighting these people Kid? We don’t even know who the hell they are.” Jaguar, one of the taller crew members, rumbled out. The rest of the crew nodded their heads in response as they stared at Kid expectantly.

Hip, who had been the one to bandage you up late last night stood quietly. Considering the fact that Kid profusely asked her not to mention what had happened and he barely even told her anything, she was in no rush to explain anything to the crew. Keeping her arms folded and her lips tight.

Otherwise the rest of the crew had no idea how this girl had even managed to get on the boat in the first place or why she was wearing their spare clothes.

“Wait, isn’t that the girl from yesterday UK? The one that was on the docks.” Bubblegum piped up, softly elbowing the man next to him as he stared at you.

“Hmmmm…yeah I think so now that you mention it. She looks a little more ugly than before though.” He mumbled, but with ears like yours of course you heard. Your frown deepened as you looked back at him in shock.

“Says the guy who’s built like a fucking onion!” You stepped away from Kid and your Dad, pointing a finger at the man in the crowd.

“Hey don’t call me an onion with your mummy looking ass!” UK roared back, the rest of the crew clamoring with him as their weapons now pointed at you instead of the old man.

“Don’t you dare talk to my daughter like that!” The old man yelled, grabbing you by the shoulders forcing you to take a step behind him like always. You struggled a bit, smacking your fathers hand away but getting pushed back regardless. You tried to pay no mind to him, focusing your attention on the crew in front of you. Considering what just happened earlier with Kid you couldn’t take any more blows to your ego like that.

“Oh now you’re gonna shoot me because I called one guy an onion. What are you a bunch of babies? All of ya’ll like to pretend like you’re some big balled bastards but fucking start squawking like birds the second you meet someone who won’t let you shit on them!”

What once was an uproar became a full yelling contest, the once quiet peaceful boat of the early morning now splitting anyone’s ear who happened to be close by.

At this point, Kid was just standing there in shock. He was angry, sure, but now that it wasn’t all focused on him and his personal beef that made absolutely no sense, he was starting to see how things…may have gotten out of hand.

This isn’t my fault, she deserves this. This random old guy deserves this and I-

He looked back at Killer, who was now just standing there silent at the front of the angry mob, mask trained on the redhead.

Oh I know what he’s thinking. Probably a big fat I told you so and that I let this get out of hand and that I was being completely irrational and how I need to be resting in bed sucking on my thumb like a child.

Kid just grimaced more, the loud yells between you and his crew less ramping up his anger and more just making his head thump in pain. All that tiredness from this morning coming back and but of course his stupid stump throbbing.

He felt the veins on his forehead grow, beating rhythmically on his forehead before he finally couldn’t take it anymore. “EVERYONE SHUT THE FUCK UP!”

And thankfully the ship went silent yet again. Everyone’s eyes snapping towards the red head, but of course the silence didn’t last long.

“Captain this damn broad and geezer need to learn a lesson!”

“Yeah her and that old geezer shouldn’t even be here! They need to pay for even stepping onto the Victoria!”

”I don’t wanna be here, your stupid Captain asked me to leave and then wouldn’t let me! I don’t know you if guys realize this but your Captain is a fucking hormonanlly imbalanced idiot!” You yelled back, looking at the crew once more. There was no way you were going to take the blame for what had happened. If it was up to you, you would’ve been gone already.

“What the fuck did you just call our Captain?” The crew somehow said in unison. If they were pissed before then they were ready to go to war now. Stomping closer to the girl as a herd and weaving around Killer who still stood silently in place staring at Kid.

Kids eyes fluttered around spastically. If he wasn’t suddenly tired he would’ve joined the fight with you calling him ‘hormonally imbalanced’ and all. But with Killers demanding stare on him and this strange sense of shame and even a bit of embarrassment in his gut for what he had done, he really just wanted this over with.

So instead he chose the most agreeable option since his crew would fight to the death for him and you seemed to finally have your balls back with all the yelling. He quickly without thinking too much stomped over to you, slipping behind the old man and grabbing you by the back of your shirt. You hadn’t even noticed him considering you were far to focused on the angry mob to be fair. But one moment you were standing, in the next you were being slid backwards, sending your feet out from under you. You managed to catch yourself from falling but you’re feet kept sliding across the deck with quick speed.

“Hey what the hell? Let go of me!” You tried to spin around and took strong steps on the ground to keep you planted. But you couldn’t move with his grip on your shirt keeping you in place. Eventually he came to a stop, pinning you against the banister with your back to him so he could let go of you. You tried to kick back into him, but he was using his knee and stabbing you right in the spine to keep you in place.

Oh not again. I’m not babying out this time.

“What is with you and pinning me against this stupid banister? I swear to god I'll turn your fucking nutsack into a coin purse you horrid man shaped piece of shit!”

Surprisingly that little comment made him snort. Biting back a laugh and smiling down at her as he craned her head to look at him. “Wow, look who got her bite back. You’d like that wouldn’t you?” He whispered demeaningly. But just when you were about to slip free you felt him slip something in your pocket which immediately sparked out these purple little lines of electricity. It made your skin tingle and before you knew it he let up, removing his knee and taking a step back from you.

“Fucking hell what did you-“

One moment you were standing on the deck and the next you were swung violently 20 feet in the air. In these kind of moments, when you had a crowd watching you really didn’t want to seem like such a wuss. But hanging loosely like a limp cat by your side pocket really did bring out the worse of you.

“OH MY SWEET FUCK PUT ME DOWN!” You tried to grab onto the item in your pocket but the second you tried you got flung violently towards the island at incredible speeds.

Kid, who’s one good hand was still sparkling purple, suddenly stopped. Looking over at the old man who was being held up by the angry crew with a grin on his face.

“Go fetch.”

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“How long until we get there?” A woman asked, her voice interested yet pointedly annoyed as if she was just asking the question to bother the stewardess beside her.

“By nightfall according to the captain madam.” The stewardess stood beside her with a straight back. Eyes lingering anywhere else but the woman beside her. The woman sat upon a red velvet chair carried in just for her. Gold tassel accents threaded in its edges that matched the dangling drips of finely threaded gold hanging from her glasses.

If the stewardess wasn’t pointedly uncomfortable she would’ve marveled at the delicate jewelry all along the aging woman. Noticing the fine lines in her face filled with makeup. Bright colors adorning her eyes in the attempt to make her look slightly more welcoming. ”Well they should make haste if they know what’s good for them. Keeping me cooped up in this…” the woman motioned her hands around the large room of the boat, “pigs den! I mean seriously, you’d think they’d provide something a bit more lavish.”

“Well with the short notice this was the closest available ship to make your request madam. I apologize for the lack of amenities.” The stewardess replied, keeping her tone even despite the obvious hatred towards her ship.

I didn’t become a marine to have my very own ship be compared to a pigs den.

“It doesn’t matter, I shouldn’t have had to wait for this disgusting ship to arrive in the first place. I’m on a over decade long mission that those supposed marines should be well informed on. But look! With the death of that horrid man we finally get a chance and yet suddenly all their efforts go to reforming those mindless countries.”

The stewardess stayed quiet. Watching over the woman as she sighed and leaned further back into her chair. A tilted frown on her painted lips. The tips of her sharp heels prodded into the side of her footrest ribs. The footrests face becoming more contorted in pain.

Always obedient. Always silent.

The stewardess thought, again trying to conceal her animosity as she made the effort to refill the woman’s drink once again despite it still being half full. Whatever she could do to stop her nagging she would. Not a single pillow out of place, nor lack of attentiveness showed.

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The meeting room, which was also called the observatory, was near the upper deck of the Victoria. The room was circular in shape and had big windows looking out towards the sea. Light blue walls made the room bright and airy. But they were mostly covered by all the hanging picture frames and memorabilia the crew had collected over the years. They kept their most precious items in this room along with maps, treasure chests, and rare artifacts. The room was the most well kept out of all of them though it still had that messy touch of scattered papers and left open books on almost every surface. At the center of the room was a light table surrounded by four lush dark blue chairs, the meeting place for Kids most trusted.

“What the hell was that?” Killer said, after hastily dragging Kid back inside the ship and into their observatory. The rest of the crew had thankfully gone back to work as Kid had ordered. There repetitive sounding footsteps as they hauled boxes from the dock to the lower hull close by. But of course once that girl and her father had disappeared Kid had tried to go grumbling off someplace else. Completely disregarding the confused faces among his crew.

“What do you mean what was that for? I did my job and got rid of her.” Kid stepped into the room, turning back around to stare at Killer as he closed the door. Knowing damn well he didn’t want anyone to hear what was going on.

Killer finally faced towards him, arms crossed over his chest as he stood there, just as demanding looking as he was back on the deck. “That’s not what I mean Kid I meant why did you get up on her like that? I told you I could handle it and you brushed me off like I wasn’t even there.”

“Well if you’d get the shit out of your ears you would’ve heard me say I didn’t need any help.” Kid rolled his eyes at him, almost unconsciously about to cross his arms before he realized he couldn’t. Which of course just made him even more pissed at having to deal with this.

“But we both agreed-”

“Agreed on what? That you think I couldn’t handle it.”

“Kid I need you to stop being a dick for just a minute and listen to me.” This was starting to get to Killer. Scratch that it had been getting to Killer for the past week. But right now it just felt like that cherry on top of an already steaming shit pie. He couldn’t let it go on any longer, he needed to talk about it now. There was no way he was letting something like that happen again.

“I don’t-”

“Kid.” Killer instantaneously cut him off. Quickly taking his hands and grabbing the back of his mask to slip it off. A big puff of his blonde hair and bangs swooped down over his face covering his eyes partly. But he brushed him down a bit to get rid of the hat hair. Holding his helmet at this side as he stared at Kid, his face so serious it could cut glass.

This quickly shut Kid up seeing his first mate like that. Along with the fact that he finally got to see the purple lines underneath the blondes eyes confirming just how tired he was.

“Okay, thank you.” Killer finally started, “What you did earlier was weird okay. You pushed her to the edge of the ship just because you wanted some kind of thank you? I thought you didn’t care about that and wanted her to leave first and foremost?”

“Well you saw the way she was acting. She was being ungrateful and practically about to pass out just from being near us. She was talking about my ship like it had her at gunpoint.” Kid knew he was complaining like a child, but he also knew he was right. She was acting weird the whole time and Killer saw that.

And yet she says I’m the hormonally imbalanced one.

“I don’t know what was wrong with her but you knew she was hurt. We both did. She literally just wanted answers and too leave yet you made a big deal out of it. I get it, she’s a bitch but we both know that wasn’t worth the trouble. Provoking her and her goddamn father like that.”

“You ask me to relax and the minute I find something fun to do you get angry at me.” Kid scoffed, still not willing to cough up the fact that he was starting to feel embarrassed by it too. Since in Kids mind he was just going to pretend like everything he did made sense, it was the easiest way out of this to him.

“What do you mean fun? I know you like proving asshole marines wrong and messing with them but that was just some girl.”

“Quit questioning me, it already happened and we’ll never see her or her father again so what does it matter?”

Classic Kid deflection. ‘It already happened so let’s not talk about it because talking about my feelings is not going to happen.’

Killer sighed, feeling a bout of rage start to bubble in him. “You brushed me off. God, everything you did out there was ridiculous. You went from wanting her gone to practically begging her to stay just so you could have something to yell at. The whole crew nearly started a fight on deck because you were being so unreasonable!”

Shit I didn’t mean to yell. Fuck. Killer knew not to raise his voice at Kid. But with how tired and just overall done with this he felt, there was no stopping it. Biting his tongue he watched how Kid’s face turned from annoyed at talking about it, to annoyed at him in particular. His dark rimmed eyes peering at him.

“Are you telling me I can’t pick fights when I want to? Seriously Killer? And the crew had every right to get angry. She was being a bitch, and her so-called father was just protecting her like the little baby she is. I didn’t instigate that, if anything you should’ve been the one to tell them to back off whilst I was dealing with them!” Kid took a step closer to Killer. Tilting his head slightly and throwing his hand up in the air. Killer of course couldn’t back down, not now after everything. Kid needed to be stopped.

“Well I thought you didn’t want my help. Why the hell would I try to fix your sloppy problems when you acted like I wasn’t even there. We’re a team Kid! We’ve always been a team and I’ve spent my whole life making sure you don’t blow a gasket over stupid shit. But for some reason this time my words aren’t enough? A random girl is the thing that makes you crack?!”

Kids eyes went wide when Killer yelled once again. He never did that. He always used that calm voice of his to settle Kid down. But here he was, just as broken as the man in front of him.

“It’s not like that! It’s not that I wasn’t listening to you, I just didn’t want you controlling me. You’ve been 10 feet up my ass all week, I need to be able to do what I want. I am the Captain aren’t I?!” He wanted Killer to say yes. To put down whatever this was and just let him be. There was no way he was going to stand here and let him talk to him like that. Even if subconsciously he knew he was getting a taste of his medicine.

“Well I’ve been 10 feet up your ass cause you lost your fucking arm Kid! Your literal fucking arm that was once attached your body on your left side if you can’t remember. Or are you so lost that I need to draw you a diagram as to what that means?” Killer flung his hand up in the air. Stepping closer to the red head as his eyes narrowed down on him in anger.

Why is he being like this? What the fuck? Kid almost didn’t know how to respond. Killer had teased him all his life but not like this. Not ever seriously. But here he was, zoned in dead on his face with a look that basically spelled out hatred. If Kid wasn’t so angry, he would’ve immediately been hurt.

“Yeah I for sure as hell need a diagram for the fucking lack of arm that I can feel throb every time you talk to me! Has it ever occurred to you that this isn’t helping? That you getting in the way for even the tiniest of things is a nuisance?!”

“Oh don’t you say that Kid. For all I’ve done for you, for the shit I went through last night and today. Or matter of fact when I saved you from bleeding to death when your arm got shot off.” Killer rubbed his eyes quickly, trying to hold himself back from saying something stupid. But it was on the tip of his tongue and no matter how much he swallowed it down, it dared him to yell it out. So he looked him dead in the eye, and took a step forward, breaching the space between them.

“I have to be like this Kid because if I wasn’t you and your incapable ass would be dead already!”

And that was the sentence that broke the camel’s back. That split the sea in half or caused Pompeii to rupture and kill thousands. But Kid wasn’t about to kill thousands, he didn’t even want to kill the one man in front of him. But it sure as hell took the strength of those thousands to keep him from punching Killer straight in the jaw.

“You did not just say that. Killer, do you seriously think everything I am and all my strength comes from you? That I’d be nothing without you huh? Do you really think that lowly of me? Huh?! DO YOU?!” Kid couldn’t handle it, pressing his pointer finger roughly into the other man’s chest. He was nearly screaming that last part, which meant if the crew hadn’t heard them arguing before, they definitely heard it now.

This immediately caused Killer to panic. He was angry, annoyed, and down right hostile but what he said was wrong. And even though he knew Kid would take it the wrong way, he still had said it. “That’s not what I meant Kid! You’re taking my words and twisting them. I know you can-"

“Shut the fuck up! Matter of fact, get out of here! Get the hell off my ship! If you don’t think that I can handle being by myself then fine. Let’s see how much I need some controlling, nagging, and useless asshole like you!”

The second those words slipped out of Kids mouth he felt the life drain from his whole body. As if somebody has slipped inside him and tore off a piece of soul. Dragging it away as Killer took a step back.

Kid’s mouth hung open to say something, anything, but his fear of looking stupid caused by his horrifically sized ego made him stop. There was no way he was going to back on what he just said. It would make him look like a fool and even more worrisome than that it would prove that he really was off his rocker. That he really was letting his emotions control him and the one person who was perfect at keeping Kid in check, was for some reason staying completely silent.

This silence grew heavy, as if the literal weight of a mountain hung on Kids shoulders. And that feeling only got worse. A crumbling rupture of an earthquake with each and every step Killer made, until eventually he had turned around and completely left the room. That’s when Kid really felt it crack, the fault line splitting completely. Swallowing up the land that held his heart and soul. Lava covered the ground with a searing splash across his cheeks. Fist clenched as it got pinned in place in the soil. There was no reaching for that door to chase after him. No movement at all. But that mountain shook and crumbled inside him. What once was one conjoined land became two separate solitary islands in just a few moments.

The space between them bigger than ever.

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After some point you couldn’t handle it anymore. Usually your room was comfortable. A nice place to relax and do whatever you wanted when you pleased. But right now it was a hiding place. Just another hole, box, or carved out corner in a wall for you to hide in. You stared up at the ceiling on your bed, body aches thankfully gone after you downed a gallon of water and some medicine. Along with your parents tag team nagging at you as you changed your bandages. There was no right way to explain to them what had happened so you said it in roundabout ways. Trying to avoid it all together despite how guilty you felt. Until of course your father gave you that look. That piercing look he had given you since you were a child that said tell me the truth as if lying would damn you straight to hell. So you did. You told them about the jetty, the drowning, how those pirates ‘saved’ you, and how you ended up arguing with those men on that ship.

Little to say they were mad, but more then that they were completely and utterly worried. “You can’t…you can’t keep doing things like this. I swear Y/N its like you want to get hurt.” Your mother pleaded out, arms folded across her chest as she stood there with a frown.

“I’m not trying to get hurt and I didn’t mean to fall into the water or whatever happened.”

“Well what did you think would happened when you go walking out there during a storm? You’re not an idiot. I know you’re not an idiot but you keep being so reckless.” Your father, who always had some semblance of faith in you if not regarding all the insistent worrying they both loved to throw up on you, seemed to be taking this slightly better than you imagined. Well frankly anytime the word ‘drowning’ was even uttered near your family it felt uncomfortable for a large sum of reasons the three of you never wanted to talk about ever again. And thats how these kinds of things went, you’d fuck up, say your sorry, they let it slide but little did they tell you that the leash around you was going to get a little bit tighter. You were older now, hopefully straying away from that leash but you knew it was always going to be there because you simply were put on this earth to be something to worry over.

Maybe Kid was right. I am just a baby.

“I know and I’m sorry, okay. I won’t go out there again. I’ll be careful.” You tried to look at both of them as you spoke but your eyes kept fluttering downwards. The floor a much safer place to look at then the disappointment surrounding you.

“Look…I know you’re taking his death hard. We all are. But for you to be acting out and making such horrible decisions like this is putting your life at risk. Who knows? Those men could have just taken you from us and you wouldn’t be here right now. You’d be on a ship of all things.” Your mother looked at you solemnly. She knew about your fear of being on boats. She knew how much you had loved him. Which only made you feel more and more ashamed of everything.

Fucking hell I am stupid. I’ve been trying to ride any high I can get and I just…keep falling back down. What’s wrong with me?

Which led you to where you are now. Your father going silent, your mother wishing you’d let her in. But you’d walked away, shut and locked the door to escape them. You didn’t need a constant reminder of how strange you were. You had already dealt with that your whole life yet here you were dealing with it again.

Your hands traced the bandage on your side. Felt your clothes thankfully changed into something not belonging to those idiots pressed softly against your skin. You were comfortable, yet miserable.

Sounds a lot like my life.

You chewed your lips, trying hard to remember what had happened last night. How you had even gotten there. How in the world those pirates ended up saving you.

I…remember the bar and talking to him. I remember leaving to go home I think. I must’ve ended up going to the beach but why in the hell did I fall in? I’ve never fallen in before, I’m always careful. Unless someone…pushed me in?

That thought made you brows furrow. Why in the world would they have pushed me in, just to save me? Actually why in the world were they over there? You can barely see the jetty from the docks. And it’s just forest around there so there’s no reason to head that way.

You rubbed your eyes, groaning softly in annoyance. Okay well maybe they were meeting someone up over there? But I know everyone who comes in and out of this island. You can’t not know that since the dock is right there. Maybe…there’s some pirate treasure hidden over there? No way in hell, I’ve lived here way too long to not have come across some stupid treasure. Well maybe…they followed me? But Kid was basically begging for me to leave him alone and…Killer seemed more interested in literally anything else but me. I mean I guess he stared at me when their ship first showed up but that’s about it. And why did Kid seem so annoyed when I asked him if he saved me? I mean seriously does he hate me that much that he can’t even take credit for it? Despite me being on his literal ship??

All of these thoughts were really starting to get to you. Jumbling around in your head as you smacked yourself across the forehead wishing you didn’t have seemingly a small case of amnesia. You sat up with a grunt, scooting your ass over to the end of the bed near its left post. Without even paying attention you reached out to grab you satchel, which you always left hanging there in the same exact spot. Except this time you didn’t feel it there. Feeling nothing but smooth cold wood instead of fabric. You did a double take, blinking your eyes as if you were hallucinating before in fact realizing it was there.

“What the-”

Then it hit you like a bag of bricks.

My bag. My stuff. My FUCKING SKETCHBOOK.

You knew you had lost your clothes, seeing as you came home not wearing them. But your bag had completely left your mind. You basically forgot the damn thing existed for the past 6 hours since you woke up. Which meant two things.

It’s either crying for help at the bottom of the sea bed or its….

The second part made your skin crawl.

Oh no. I can’t. I can’t go back there, they will actually try to kill me this time.

When you had first seen that beautiful boat it mesmerized you, but standing on it was a different story and the people on it were even worse.

Maybe if I ask nicely? Or like…pay them? Fucking hell I didn’t even look for it when I woke up.

But you weren’t about to just give that bag up. You needed that sketchbook. It was the damn thing that he had made for you when you were little. You’ve been binding more pages to it ever since because you thought it made your art better. It had everything in it.

Okay…let’s think rationally. I could try to dive for it and grab it. It’s in a waterproof bag so I should be fine. But then you remembered your wounds, which meant of course diving wasn’t an option. Second plan…get someone else to dive and look for it. Fucking who the hell would want to do that? It’s definitely not going to float to shore, that book weighs a ton and it probably got sucked in deeper.

You looked up at the ceiling, thinking heavily in the same way you always did. Okay then I guess if its going to be somewhere I can actually grab it myself…it’s going to be there. Which means I’m going to have to ask myself.

The thought of asking one of your parents to do it grazed across your mind but you halted that thought immediately. I’m the one who got myself into this mess, I’m going to be the one to clean it up.

You quickly shot up. Rushing over to your closet and throwing it open. You kept an extra wad of emergency cash hidden in a small box on the top shelf. Slipping down and coughing up the extra dust that came down with it you opened her up. Sitting on the floor to count bills and at least try to save some of it.

There’s no way I’m giving them all of this. Maybe just a little, like 50…no to low maybe 100? Fucking hell their pirates they are going to be greedy.

So unwillingly you split it into fours and took one fourth of the pile. Shoving it into your pocket and standing up to head out. But before you could reach the door you realized something.

There’s no way they are going to let me out. I’m injured so they don’t want that getting worse nor do they want me near that ship.

You stared at the door for a moment, feeling some guilt come over you. Well it won’t take me too long. I’ll just try and be back right away. Go to the ship, hand them the cash, and go straight home. No biggie. Not a problem.

You knew bad things could happen, like the whole crew still hating your guts and not accepting your money. But you were on your terms now. You didn’t have to get on the boat if you didn’t want to, nor did you have to come unprepared.

So knelt down by your bed, patting your hand around on the warm carpet before you felt the cold and hard metal fill up your hands. It was a pistol your Dad had given you for protection. And despite how unsafe and risky of a person you seemed, you were still a better shot than anyone else on this island.

So you shoved it into the back of your pants, keeping the safety on like always before slipping on a black jacket to cover it up. Then quietly you opened the latch on your window and slipped out into the evening air.

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Killer was well…Killer and that meant two things. The first being that he was a soldier of massacre as they called him. The name being right on the nose for exactly what he was capable of and willing to do. The second thing, or the more unlikely thing for people to realize, was he was a softy. He knew that everyone was, even Kid which he so often made fun of at the worst and best of times. But Kid hid it well and to the untrained eye would never notice it if it went unchecked. But Killer, well Killer had problems hiding it. He didn’t just wear this mask because it made him look cool or for the fact that he had some unscrupulous feelings about what he looked and sounded like. He also knew that in the face of danger, sometimes his face could give it away how he felt. That any time his Captain had been hurt or someone on the crew was out of his reach his face contorted into this horrifically sad frown. One that made him look weak despite being anything but. It made sense for him, as the calm more rational half of his Captain to be unreadable as to never give anything away.

But today he realized something strange, like as if the sky wasn’t blue or grass wasn’t green. He realized maybe Kid didn’t view him as much of a half as he did himself. That this connection they’ve had since childhood wasn’t as strong as it once was or maybe it was always like this and he’d never notice. Too lost in the battle, blood, and happiness his crew brought him.

These thoughts were strong as he walked but no one would have noticed. He wasn’t going to slump over or cry out in pity as he walked through the town. He was inconspicuously sad, showing exactly what he wanted to show at all times. So when he went to the bar for a drink, the same one he had been to the previous night, no one noticed. Even when the bartender questioned him about the absence of his friend, he simply said “He’s busy right now. Ya know…pirate stuff. Just here to relax is all,” and that was that.

He’d been drinking slowly and calmly as he watched the world go by outside the window. Sitting at the barstools at the front of the house since a booth would only make him feel more empty.

He hadn’t spent the whole day there. He had nowhere else to go for what seemed like forever so at first he took a walk to let off some steam. Punched a tree or two when no one was around and finally settled here for the past few hours. Reading through old newspapers and patiently waiting for the moment he could go back home. He supposed he looked suspicious at this point, seeing as he could feel the bartender’s eyes on him more often then he liked. But he hoped it wouldn’t take too long now, the sun slowly starting to go down and darkness unfurling like a blanket in front of him.

Maybe I’ll stay at a motel. Go back and talk to him in the morning. I’ll take it all back and amount what he said to me to just be some funny little accident. We’ll laugh about something stupid like this eventually, we always have.

He had said the same thing to himself all day. That this was just another rare hiccup in their relationship. Nothing to worry about, nothing to cry over. They’ve always been together from the start, something as simple as this wouldn’t change anything.

If only we never met that girl. It would’ve never gotten that bad. He could have relaxed, I wouldn’t have had to worry. Everything was just too much at the wrong time and he was making it worse.

He took a sip out of his drink through the bendy straw, swirling it in his mouth for a moment before swallowing hard. His fists reflexively clenched through the anger.

Why did some random woman just bring out the worst in him? He’s never been like that before. If anyone bothers him like those Strawhats or Heart pirates he swipes it off eventually. Not wanting to waste his time on people that just get in the way. But it’s almost like he wanted her to be in his way and getting angry at her for being there to begin with. Maybe…he just wanted someone to let his frustrations out on rather than me or the crew? But he saved her from drowning, the one thing that could kill him easily. God and the way he looked at her last night on that cot, I can’t remember the last time he looked at a woman like that-

He cut himself off mid thought, realizing something rather strange finally piece together.

Kid isn’t a man of words, he’s a man of action, so why talk to the woman you want gone when you can just get rid of her? Which means he wanted her there. He didn’t want her to leave but once everyone else got involved he couldn’t be selfish anymore.

He didn’t want me getting in the way in the first place which is why he brushed me off.

…

Oh my god he’s in love with a lunatic.

As if some otherworldly power had been listening in on his thoughts he saw you walk by the window. Not super close thankfully but he spotted you across the other side of the street, walking rather fast with your hood up. The streetlights had come on but the sun was still barely peeking through, providing him just enough light to see you instantly.

Not again.

He wanted to immediately panic. Maybe his subconscious was starting to correlate you and the worst possible things happening to him. But as he watched you walk he made the rational decision not to freak out.

She lives here, this is her town. Of course she can walk around it, which is not unusual.

But what was unusual was the speed at which you were going, before he knew it you were out of view of the large window in front of him and he could’ve sworn your face looked very…serious. As if something had happened he wasn’t aware of.

Or something was about to happen. This road leads right to the docks. She’s walking fast. She looks serious. Fucking hell its nighttime and she’s injured she should be resting.

Killer nearly smacked himself on the head for that last bit. Am I seriously telling yet another injured person they should be resting? Am I going insane or is my secret calling to be a nurse because I swear to fucking god its not.

Without even really thinking about it he slung out some cash, slapped it on the table and instantly headed out the door. The bartender tried to give him a friendly goodbye from behind the bar but before she could even manage that, the door had swung shut.

He spotted you immediately down the long winding road. Picking up the pace and using his long legs to try and catch up to you.

This looks creepy doesn’t it. A big man following some girl. And oh lord she’s going to freak out when she spots me.

He had no other way to make this seem evenly slightly normal. He didn’t even know if you’d want to talk to him. But this felt important, or moreover he needed some context about a lot of things and you were the only one who’d provide that currently.

Right when he was about to shout to grab your attention you turned around and looked at him from afar, slowing down to a stop but not saying anything until he proceeded a bit closer.

“So this is how you murder people huh? Walk up to them causally like you wanna talk about fresh baked pies and not murder.” You spoke out, eyes narrowing on the man as you craned your neck to look at him from behind you.

Killer, who was not at all expecting you to be so calm about this did his best to walk forward with a sense of purpose. His voice even and calm as he spoke. “I’m not here to murder you. I just want to talk.”

“You don’t seem like that talking type.” You mumbled, your hand almost itching to grab out your gun but you paused, staying still despite the bit of alarm he caused you.

Maybe this is a good thing. A slightly freaky thing considering he's walking up to me but a good thing. I can get him to grab my stuff and avoid the ship all together.

“Well sometimes I like to make exceptions. Keep em guessing.” Killer stepped up closer to your side, causing you to finally turn your body a bit more towards him. He didn't seem torn with anger nor did his body look tense. Which of course just meant he was leading you into a false sense of security.

I really need to stop being so paranoid.

“Well aren’t you funny. Fine. I’ll talk to you but you gotta help me with something. Deal?” You tilted your head at him, keeping your hands shoved in your pockets.

“What is this something you speak of?”

You rose an eyebrow at that, finding the way he was talking to be far too controlled then usual.

Well I guess I barely know the guy but if he's really apart of that crew then he clearly doesn't have the lingo down.

“I left some…of my stuff on your ship and since your Captain physically threw me off I have to go retrieve it.” It was almost physically painful to mention the whole him catapulting you into the air thing. Lips turning into a hard line of uncomfortableness.

If Killer did notice your obvious distress over the situation, he sure as hell didn't let that on. “Sounds fair enough. Lets walk and talk then shall we?” Killer causally motioned his hand down the road. Politely ready to walk with you in step as if thats what he wanted to do all along.

Does he want me to go back there?

“What do you even want to talk about?” You mentioned back, turning with him in stride as the two of you started to walk together. You kept your pace a little slower then before, trying to discern his motives before you walked into what could be a trap.

I mean what could this guy even ask me thats so concerning? He clearly knows nothing about me because if he did I would have a lot more problems then just some nosy guy.

“You and Kid.”

What the-

“Me and Kid? I barely like to be mentioned in the same sentence as him. Why in the world would I talk to you about that?" You truly hadn't a single clue why he would care about that. Even thinking about him made your skin burn red with some sort of embarrassment hatred hybrid.

Unless he thinks something happened. I mean Kid was acting like a madman but thats just how is always is I'm assuming. Unless...I'm wrong?

"Just let me ask some questions, you want your stuff back don't you?" The way Killer said that instantly ticked you off. Hard-balling him beside you with a huff knowing that he damn well loved having some leverage over you.

Well at least this means I don't gotta pay anyone anything.

"Goddamn it, fine. If you couldn't already tell he provided me with the most embarrassingly horrific event of my life. So if you’re wondering if I still care about the whole town pillaging thing anymore then guess what, I don’t. He can try to burn the whole place down if he wants. A kind of guy like him couldn’t even make a dent in a tin can.” You spat out, looking ahead at the road.

“You don’t think he’s strong?” Killer replied as if you were stupid or blind, maybe even a mix of both.

Theres no way she can actually thing that. Matter of fact I know thats a lie.

“Of course I know he's strong, I may have been having a panic attack but I was still completely lucid asshole." You cocked your head to the side to look at him. But by Killers continued silence you could tell he wanted a bit more explanation then that, so you huffed out and continued.

"But he’s an idiot. He gets angry at absolutely nothing and it gets in the way of everything. He even yelled at his crew to stop and they didn’t even listen earlier. I’ve been around long enough to know that means something.” You talked with your hands motioning in the air. Clearly more intertwined in your thoughts about Kid then you realized. Which didn't come as a surprise but what Killer pegged as strange was why you of all people would care about Kid’s own crew listening to him.

Does she expect something better of him then? Some sort of pre-perceived idea of what leading should look like?

“Well the only reason they didn’t listen is because you were bad mouthing him. They really love him as their captain. Not listening to his orders just to save his reputation.” He thought that would clear the air a little bit, but by the way you rolled your eyes at him it only seemed like he had made it sound worse.

"If you always follow your emotions instead of orders, people are bound to get killed. You can't just push rationality aside because someone pissed you off." Your voice came out clear and unbothered as if those very words were written on your hand so you'd remember. Reciting old doctrine or some sort of moral code that Killer had no idea why you of all people would care so much about.

She...cares about rational decisions? This girl made the most ludicrous decision not even 24 hours ago.

"But when it comes to you being rational, all sense of life perseverance goes out the window."

Those simple words hit you over the head like a frying pan. Corners of your mouth digging into your jaw as you frowned at the man.

"Oh shut up, you know that was a mistake. I've done dangerous stuff all my life so its not like I begged and pleaded to fall in."

At least I'm assuming, I don't actually remember-

"I'm talking about making the wrong decision because you want to do something, selfish or not. If you know you can't handle it or that it'll turn out horribly if you try, then why even do it? Its stupid and it puts more people then just you at risk." You knew you were 100% percent right on this and nothing was going to change that. What confused you though was how Killer had seemingly never thought about it like that before, or at least from what you could tell since you could barely get a read on the guy.

"This coming from experience?" Killer simple said, as if peering into your very being beside you. You had expected retaliation or some form of agreement yet this was just another weird shot at knowing something obscure and irrelevant about you. And just like last time, this also made you glow red.

"No of course not! I just...I'm not stupid okay? You can think whatever you want about me really, I truly do not care but I know what I'm talking about. Kid seems like the kinda guy who thinks he can do anything but he's just going to end up getting hurt. God...I bet thats why he lost that arm of his. Doing something without thinking it through and just-"

"You sure you hate the guy? You seem far to concerned about what has happened to him." Killer had watched your tone change slightly as you rambled on about how wrong he was about this being a personal experience.

Yeah right-

And how you seemingly...cared about Kid? Is that what that was?

Which made you blink twice, realizing how you sounded before you composed yourself once again. "Of course I do. Having rightful judgments isn't me being all goggly eyed, I just pick up on things. Like how back on the deck you didn't do or say anything when things got out of hand. Which means you either don't care about Kid and will let him feel the pain of his mistakes or you don't like fighting over things you find meaningless."

Ahh beautiful sweet deflection. Her and Kid should write a book on it together.

"Both are wrong. I do care and I didn't think it was entirely meaningless, at least not to Kid or the crew." Killer surprisingly didn't call out her deflection, considering being honest might make her trust him more and clearly the girl was permanently too paranoid to do that easily.

"But clearly if you didn't step in to help, then you wanted Kid to deal with it. Which makes you lazy or like I said before, you wanted him to fix his own mess. Make him deal with it because maybe you're getting tired of dealing with him." You pointed your finger up at the man next to you like a nerd. A weird little sadistic smile on your lips as you finally managed a good jab at his inner psyche. Which he didn't take to well, but again she couldn't tell.

"Yeah. Sure." Saying so little definitely looked guilty, but saying much more would've been far worse. So he landed on sarcasm, which perfectly titled your defense into the unsure pile.

"What? Did I hit the nail on the head with that one? Or are you the only one allowed to pick people apart in this conversation hmmm?" You did that weird little evil smile up at him again. Leaning closer to him as you walked.

Kids right, she is a brat.

Killer sighed slightly, knowing damn well he did not want to fight you on this, he had bigger fish to fry. "Yep, you guessed correctly. You've been enough of a headache for me so its my turn to pick you apart. What did Kid say to you at the bar last night?"

"This whole deflecting this is getting kinda funny ya know." You rasped, visibly deflating next to him slightly and loosing that smugness you held earlier.

Is she getting paid to be this expressive or is being extra just natural? Hell, at least I can read her well.

"And you know whats going to be even funnier?" He said back, which caught you short puppy eyed expression of curiosity back in an instant. "The sad look on your face when I don't go grab your stuff for you. A real knee slapper really."

While Killer tried held back a laugh at the instant regret on your face, you smacked his arm. It threw him off a little when you touched him but he couldn't help himself but actually chuckle this time. You genuinely went from curious to pissed in a matter of milliseconds.

She's a pain but at least she fun to mess with.

"I swear to god I should've known you'd be just as annoying as he was. Why do you want to know about that anyways? It was barely a 5 minute conversation and he basically just bragged the whole time." You said with that same huff of annoyance out for the six millionth time.

“About what exactly?” Killer of course already knew half of the story, but he needed to see how you felt about everything if this was going to work.

”You seriously wanna know? Isn't there more important highly invasive questions you could be asking? Like how big my boobs are and when I cried last.” You motion your hands towards your boobs as if to mock him, which of course was both strange and yet again very funny.

He smiled behind his mask for a moment before cooking up and throwing back something equally humiliating. “Is that what you wanted to talk about all along? Because I can guess both of those pretty easily if you wanted to know. Or should I go get Kid for the tit size testing since he clearly knows his way around your body?"

If Killer had ever seen you red before, well that was just an eighth of what was happening right now.

"HUH?" It almost took you a second to even process what was just said and when it did it only got worse. Your hands flailing in the air as you spoke like you were swatting away impure thoughts.

"Why in the hell would he know anything about me?! Let alone something like that. Jesus christ, clearly you two have explored each others bodies but leave me the fuck out it."

If Killer wasn't good at this whole hiding emotions things he would've busted out laughing at that. Feeling a soft snort come out of his nose before he started up again.

"Me and Kid? Now why in the world would you be thinking about that? Unless...you wanna join in of course." His words were silky smooth and seductive, leaning closer to you now just like you did to him earlier.

At this point you were a damn stop sign or a swatch of paint kind of red. The whole Kid thing was already bad enough but now it was just too much. The top of your head to bottom of your feet shuddering.

"Okay! I get it! Your a male prostitute and a pirate! What an eclectic resume you must have but I did not pay for these services so either step back or Imma start screaming." You put up your hands defensively and started to veer away from the man as you too walked. Keeping an awkward amount of space between the two of you.

"Hey don't be like that." He said, trying to sound sad but if anything being called a male prostitute was a new one that tickled his funny bone in the right places.

"Or what? Personally I think yelling about the whole male prostitute thing so the rest of the street hears it is a better idea." You motioned your hands around the street, which was mostly empty but houses and stores still lined the sides of both of them.

"Word of mouth is a good advertisement technique." Killer nodded his head and place his hand on his chin to agree with himself. Which made your jaw nearly snap in half and fall to the floor.

"I'm really starting to think your serious." You mumbled out, slowing down to a stop finally since the docks were getting rather close at this point. Killer stopped along with you, still keeping the distance.

"You wanna know what I think?"

You opened your mouth to saying something but he immediately cut you off.

"Never mind. I don't really care if you want to know or not. Because something has been scratching at me this whole time and it has something to do with you and Kid."

"First off, I don't want to know what you think. Secondly, the whole me and Kid thing was so early this morning. Stay with the trends buddy 'cause I'm all about getting my stuff back, which includes not interacting with that idiot if I can manage."

Killer eyed you curiously looking for any holes in your words or body language. You seemed decent about bouncing back from things like this Killer had noticed. Your emotions strong but after a bit you could guide the handle. But right now he was hoping you slip up if even for just a moment.

"So you don't want to see him at all? Or maybe even ask me some questions about him? Maybe how he lost his arm or why he was so angry with you?" He wanted to peak your curiosity and he could tell part of you was giving in. The way your eyes widened slightly and that same puppy eyed look came back.

"No of course not. Even if I did why would I trust you to tell me anything? Either your a freaky little sadistic asshole like Kid or you have some sort of personal gain."

Well I guess shes right about one of those things, to bad she'll never guess why.

“Well you don’t know the whole story so I have my reasons.” He crossed his arms and left her hanging with that little statement. Just forcing her to finally ask him a question and give into that oh so potent curious nature.

“And what would the whole story be huh?" You narrowed your eyes at him. Matching his body language and folding your arms just the same.

“Hmmm probably the part about him saving you by himself. By the way, don’t tell him I told you that.” He said that as if it was the lightest most innocent thing to just causally mention. Which left you doubling over the second you got your bearings.

“Why would I ever tell him anything-wait what? He saved me? He’s the one who did it?” You eyes had nearly widened to saucers and even if Killer was a blind man he could've seen the obvious excitement on your face. Taking a step closer to him like a bait to a fish.

“Yep. Came back to the ship completely soaked with you on his shoulder. Which is rather strange considering how the sea can kill him and all." This matter of factly air was perfect for you, saying just enough to drag you in deeper. An image of you laid upon one of his shoulders making you unconsciously blush.

“I know how Devil fruits work dumbass I’m not stupid. But why in the hell would he do that then? And again I talked to him like twice before that and both times were horrible.” You snapped back, feigning disinterest. Right now on the inside you didn't know exactly how to feel, which was making your stomach turn and your knees wobbly.

Probably just the injuries. I'm feeling weak and most likely have an concussion this is to be suspected.

“Maybe to you they were but not to him. He complained to me about you.” Killer tapped his foot on the ground for a moment, watching over you as you crept closer.

“He most certainly complains about everyone so don’t try to fool me blondie” You rolled your eyes at that, scoffing at the man. Killer tell you were right on the edge, about to fall into his little plan. He just needed you to stop doubting him for just a second.

I need to go deeper. Make her feel special.

“Well yeah you’re right but this was different. He said you looked at him like you understood him.” Though he didn't really understand what Kid himself meant by that, its not like he was lying. Just restating the truth in a way that left her up to speculation.

And speculate you did.

Like I understood him? Was that like...two second moment so special to him he just had to go tell his friend?

“And so what if I do? A girl can’t have some empathy once in a while?” You lied to your feelings out loud, feeling more and more like something else was going on that maybe you'd been overlooking.

“Not when it comes to the guy you supposedly hate.” Killer didn't want to come out right and say it. He knew you'd just get pissed and brush it off. So put a lot of weight on the word supposedly as he spoke. Though he almost knew for a fact now that he was right.

Supposedly huh? Something thats generally assumed but...not always right. But how could I be wrong about something I'm so...assured of? Your eyes flickered to something far less confident then before, but like always you rebounded. Pushing back harder trying to press him for real answers.

“Is this how men work? You’re nice to them for more then two seconds and suddenly I must just be begging to suck your dick. Cause if thats what you think then please politely stop talking next to me." You paused for only a second eyes going wide and a small fake gasp coming out of you.

"Oh wait that was too nice you might get the wrong idea. I meant step off fuck face or I’ll snap your jaw in half.” You nearly growled out, upper lip twitching into a snarl.

Killer quirked a smile at that. “Wow you really are meant for him. That’s just the kind of thing Kid would like.”

You raised an eyebrow, that same unsureness now swirling around in you like a tide pool. It was weird hearing this from the guys own best friend. And though you would scold yourself later for letting him affect you like this and getting curious, right now you couldn't help yourself but ask yet again.

“What thing?”

And right then Killer knew he had you by the hook. Just reeling you in slow and methodically.

“You being mean. Or listening to him. Either one.”

“You telling me he’s some kind of masochist?”

Killer again, nearly snorted at that.

“Well duh. I mean why else did he keep you on his boat for so long? Especially since it took him about two seconds to actually get rid of you.”

Fucking hell...that kind of a good point. No no no no no this can't be happening.

You swallowed hard, eyes flickering all over the place as you worked it out in your head. Trying to find just one reason why that wouldn't make sense, yet you were coming up short.

“You’re saying he wanted me there, fighting with him?” Those words just slipping past your tongue sounded wrong.

“I think so.”

You went silent for a moment. Which was rare for you because you never had any troubles keeping up the flow of conversation. You'd always say some joke or brush whatever it was off. You had learned that at a young age. Completely disregard every insult or badly chosen word as if it meant nothing. But here you were, settling in it with silence. Which only made you panic more and nearly fumble all over yourself.

“Your just g-getting weird ideas. I don’t care how long you’ve known the guy but telling me that is 100% just a ploy to fuck with me. So if that’s what you wanted out of this conversation you should’ve taken a better approach.” You tried to sound confident. Pointing a finger at the man across from you as if to blame this all on him.

But he's not talking about his own feelings or reasons. He's talking about how the other more horrible to deal with of the pair feels.

“Well Kids been going through a lot lately, hasn’t made him the best person and I think you’re partially to blame for that.” Killer mumbled, cocking his head at you. Which snapped you out of it ever so slightly because what in the fuck did he mean by that?

“How are his actions my fault?!” You placed a hand on your chest and cocked your head right back. Though Killer really couldn't blame you because even he didn't fully agree with what he had said.

“Because he likes you. And if I know anything about Kid he gets real strange when he likes someone.”

Again with his stupid matter of factly voice. I swear I'm going to rip is beard hairs out and feed them to him.

"I still don’t believe anything you’re saying! So you can drop that act wise guy. You don't know shit about anything so you know what? Goodbye. I can do this by myself." You turn abruptly and started heading back towards the dock with a quickened pace. The sounds of Killers heels clicking along right behind you.

“I just think that it would be better for the both of us if we went a little bit harder on the guy.” He said, trying to hide the almost pleading tone in his voice.

Fucking hell Im loosing her.

“Huh? How in the world would being meaner help? I get it he’s a masochist but I’m not trying to make the little freak spurt in his pants.” You spat back at him, trying to keep you brain on target instead of wandering off into whatever nightmare this man was trying to convince you of.

“No I’m just saying that if you push him harder I know he wouldn’t do anything that would actually hurt you. And if you think I’m wrong you should try it. It’ll prove my point.”Killer stayed looking over at you as you walked, though you had completely stopped looking at him. Brows furrowed and grimace as strong as ever.

“I’m not going to poke the bear. It’s way too much effort dealing with him.”

“Don’t lie to me, I know you love dealing with him or at least people like him. Which is why you followed us to that bar in the first place. You like being in the line of danger.”

You finally looked at him again which let Killer know he hit a soft spot with that one.

I mean she's gotta know herself pretty well. Theres no way she can runaway from that one when its true.

“Ughhh...fine, think whatever you wanna think. You can try to psychoanalyze me all you want but you don’t even know me. And how does this even benefit you anyways? You’re basically begging me to pester the guy for no real reasons."

“Cause I think he’ll be better off with you.”

Rather than me being the one to pester him.

“What the hell does that mean?”

“We’ll, aren’t you just turning into the nosy one now huh?”

You rolled your eyes and scoffed at that. Keeping your eyes ahead as you two walked closer and closer to the ship. The sun fully set at the moon hung about half way up in the sky.

Was Killer doing this for partially selfish reasons? Maybe…wait no scratch that, its a solid yes.

This isn’t manipulation...if I’m right anyways. And he would never actually hurt her. No. Never. Which is clearly the worst case scenario. I guess other than her hurting him.

He looked over at you for a moment beside him. Eyes gliding up and down before landing back down on your grouchy yet slightly red looking face.

There’s no way that could ever happen. Not in a million years. And if she did genuinely want to hurt him it wouldn’t be THAT bad. I mean look at her, she’s a little chaotic and snappy. Maybe a tad bit obsessive…and incident prone.

Oh what the hell am I thinking this is like sending two flaming rockets to slam right into each other.

Something bad is bound to happen even if it means I get Kid back and relying on me. He’ll be so beat up from the fall damage of whatever this crazy person next to me is thinking, that he’ll fall right back into the pattern of complaining to me like always. But I know its worth it even if I am a manipulative asshole. I mean what other choice do I have! I was planning on just talking to the guy but now I know neither of us are being reasonable with the way I reacted earlier.

He looked at you for a second again, not particularly liking you but still feeing guilty nonetheless. He could tell by the way your eyebrows stayed permanently furrowed that what he said had gotten to you. Which just meant it was only a matter of time before you and Kid crossed paths again on this dot of an island.

She’s the one that pulled us apart with that fight. Maybe she can be the one to put us back together.

Lost in his thoughts he didn’t even entirely notice you had stopped walking suddenly. Finding the spot next to him where you were now vacant.

“Y/N?” He called, turning around to see you a couple feet back frozen in place. Eyes wide as you stared out in front of you. It was almost a little eerie, your lips parted and your eyes seemingly unblinking. “Hey you good?”

“Marines.”

“Huh?” He hadn’t heard you the first time. Your voice coming out in a whisper. Stepping closer to you he slowly trailed to where your eyes were locked onto. Turning around and looking out at the ocean. At first he didn’t see it, thinking you were crazy for a moment. But the tip of something broke through the fog that had settled across the ocean. The tip of a rather large navy ship heading straight for the docks.

Oh no.

I wrote this low key worried ya’ll would forget all the correlations from the previous chapters but whateva. That’s my fault anyways lol. I feel like its becoming a lot more apparent whatever the hell is going on, but there’s going to be so much more. Actually I’ll even give ya’ll a hint, ya know that sketchbook Y/N freaks out about? THAT THING IS SUPER FUCKING IMPORTANT. Yes her dumb little book is extremely relevant who would’ve guessed? (Me. I would’ve). I feel like I need to get you guys excited again for this fanfic so hopefully this chapter was juicy enough. Lots and lots of mysteries and all that. Kisses and hugs cause I’ve missed ya’ll. Hope you’re doing good!!!!!

(P.S. Y/N canonically has a blicky now you should be so scared)

[crazystargirl]

it's over y/n! i have the high ground! ♥︎

pairing - jack champion x fem!reader

(NOT PROOFREAD)

a/n - this is literally as old as my writing acc- (p.s. this may be one of the last jack/ethan fics i ever post since ong coriolanus snow HAS A CHOKEHOLD ON ME)

"Y/n, my allegiance is to the Republic, to Democracy!"

How did you get here again?

Oh yeah, Jack had dragged you to Disney World a few days early and it was all fun until he dragged you into the gift shop and spent a whole hour there.

You were utterly convinced that your boyfriend was secretly a 10 year old. Like who goes to Disney World and buys 300 dollars worth of lightsabers? Only Jack but you had to admit some of them were actually really cool.

And the minute you guys got home, Jack insisted on recreating a scene from one of the movies. You initially said no since you were exhausted from the day's events but Jack gave you his puppy eyes, knowing you couldn't say no to those. You gave in and he decided he wanted to recreate Anakin and Obi-Wan's iconic fight from Revenge of the Sith.

As much as you wanted to be Obi-Wan for obvious reasons, Jack once again convinced you to let him be Obi-Wan. God you loved him but sometimes it wasn't fair how easily he was able to convince you.

So here you were now and after rereading the script for that scene, you finally got down the lines. 

"If you're not with me, you're my enemy" you manage to say with a straight face despite wanting to laugh because of Jack's overly dramatic shocked face. 

"Only a sith lord deals in absolutes, i will do what i must"

"You will try…"

You both ignite your lightsabers and Jack immediately advances over to you, clashing his lightsaber with yours. Since he is taller and stronger you stumbled back a few times, but were able to get back on your feet and return his hits with the same energy.

After fighting for what felt like hours, you guys had made a huge mess of all the pillows in the hotel room but you could care less. 

Eventually you're standing on the couch and Jack is standing on the bed, which in all honesty makes him more intimidating than before since he's so tall. His head is also about to hit the ceiling but you're not about to mention that to him. 

"I have failed you y/n. I was never able to teach you how to think"

You suppress a smile as you say your next line.

"I should've known the jedi were plotting to take over…"

"From the sith point of view, y/n my love, chancellor palpatine is evil"

You giggle so much at his words that you almost fall off the couch

"From the jedi point of view! Jack, from my point of view the jedi are evil"

"Well than you are lost!"

"This is the end for you my love! I wish it were otherwise"

You jump on the bed and start fighting with Jack until you end up on the couch again.

"It’s over y/n, I have the high ground!"

"You underestimate my power jack!"

"Don't try it baby"

You start to jump on the bed and Jack hits you in the knee with the light saber. You let out a scream and Jack freezes, actually thinking he hurt you. You use this to your advantage and get on the bed, forgetting about what actually happened in the movie. 

After fighting for 5 minutes, Jack gets you on the ground and pins you there with his body weight

"Jack get off of me! You're so fucking heavy!" 

"Noooo you have to surrender first!"

He starts peppering kisses on your face as you struggle from under him.

"Ok Jack, i actually surrender, i'm gonna actually suffocate from under you."

He got up and wrapped himself around you. You wrapped yourself around him too and you guys just stayed like that for a while. Eventually you started squirming to let him know you guys needed to get up. He got the hint and untangled himself from you.

"Well that was fun but we're leaving tomorrow and we need to clean up the mess we made…"

Jack gets up and looks around. He stands there for a bit and thinks.

"Why don't we just go get some food first?"

"Jack…we have to clean up and then we can get food."

He turns back to you and throws you over his shoulder. He starts walking to the door of the hotel room.

"I think we can go get food and then we can clean up…or play again" He says with a smirk.

You sigh and stop trying to escape from his grasp. Your boyfriend is truly something else

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[acourtofthought]

Already sent this too another blog but I want to hear your opinion too. I just listened to an ACOTAR podcast with SJM’s friend in it( The one that wears glasses and usually does interviews with her) and they were talking about possible endgames for Elain in the podcast.

They said they don’t think with the way the books are going that Lucien and Elain will end up together. One of them even said that before she had an active elucien blog on tumblr, but she too agreed that she doesn’t think elucien will happen after their scenes in SF and FAS.

And when they were talking about the endgames for Elain they mentioned Eris and another character, I think tarquin or something. But they were both strong on the possibility of Eris which was crazy to me then. However, thinking about it now and considering how Eris, out of no where, suddenly played a huge role in ACOSF, and SJM hinting that he is about to get the Rhys treatment I am worried.

Especially with the way SJM was giddy talking about writing Eris in SF interviews and then mentioning that she’s planning stuff for Mor Azriel and Elain but never Lucien, and the set up for the renaming books, being two couples and one novella. Plus they both agree that elriel isn’t happening, and they think gwynriel is a huge possibility. I am just thinking that if gwynriel happens and Lucien doesn’t end up with Elain that rules out a book for him and that makes me so sad because IMO I think out of all the remaining characters he deserves a book the most. 😭😭 if Lucien doesn’t get a book it would break my heart.

Sorry for the long ask.

Hi there! I think Steph and Ava are a riot when they're together on their podcast. I also think it's possible Steph may know more than she lets on within her podcast. With that said, though, I often do not buy the theories Steph and Ava have come up with / talked about because there have been a few times where their knowledge of what actually happened in the books is lacking. And no shade to them, they are both extremely busy with many other things and SJM is not the only author the read / talk about. I don't think they obsess over all things SJM the way we do in the fandom (a good thing since Steph is friends with Sarah, you want a friend - not necessarily a fan girl). However, when Ava said she couldn't even remember that Elain stabbed the king and Steph said she thinks Sarah is going to write a throuple for Lucien and that he's got so much story to tell but she's not sure how we're going to get to that until he and Elain settle their bond, it did have me questioning them as a true resource of what to expect. Listen, I LOVE LOVE LOVE Lucien and I'm so excited for his story but even I know that Lucien is not taking center stage to Elain. It's an odd take to think that Lucien's got this big arc ahead of him but the only small pesky thing standing in the way of that is Elain needing to break their bond and once that's done we can move forward with him. At this point, I do have to question anyone thinking Gwynriel is 120% endgame while also believing Elain and Lucien are probably not happening. I actually don't remember them saying Eris or Tarquin are romantic possibilities for Elain but I don't think there's anything to support those statements even if they did. Eris is showing remorse for the state of his relationship with Lucien, I definitely don't see him ending up with his mate. Also, there are zero hints that Elain would end up in the Autumn Court. As far as Tarquin, Elain has literally never met him and I've got no idea what plot people are coming up with for her to meet and then fall in love with him. Sarah did talk of how she discussed what plans she had for Elain, and for Mor, and for Az. And while she didn't mention Lucien in that moment she also didn't mention a female romantic interest for Mor or a romantic interest for Az either. To me, it sort of sounds like Sarah was discussing the "lead" character for a book or spin-off while leaving the love interest a surprise. Honestly, I think the absence of Lucien's name and absence of people discussing the Elucien bond is more telling than if they were being mentioned in conversation together. Elain and Lucien had the most shocking mating bond reveals of any of Sarah's series yet I'm supposed to believe they and their bond rarely come up in any of the more recent interviews Sarah has done? It's one of the bigger unresolved plot-points to date yet it's supposed to be realistic that she's never getting questions on "What will Elain do about her bond?" "Is Lucien getting frustrated by their situation?" "Will Elain ever get to know Lucien?" I remember someone asking something before the novella came out and her response was like, "you might get answers about Elain and her bond" yet all we got was her suddenly ignoring Lucien (and no E/riel lurkers, that is not actually a true decision since Nesta began ignoring Cassian in the same book) but still not rejecting him almost two years later which means the question STILL exists to all readers.

That Elain and Lucien's names are NEVER mentioned in her interviews when they do share a bond makes me think it's intentional on her part, where she said they're off the table during discussions. Which does make sense because if you're going to mate two characters, which seems like an obvious "they're ending up together" setup, it's a smart move to have Elain ignoring him in the book and completely shut down the conversation surrounding them outside of it so it will read as more of a surprise to some. Definitely to many E/riels who are convinced we're delusional to believe Elain and Lucien could still happen.

[glitch-karma]

Hi there! If requests are still opened, i'd love to make one :o (although it's a bit lengthy, so if you don't want to do it I understand!!)

TW for s**cide mentions from here forward btw! (common with any dazai fic, lolz)

I'd love to request a dazai x reader (fem or gn will work!) where he asks reader to commit double suicide with him, and to literally everyone's shock, they agree! So the agency (mainly kunikida and atsushi) have to repeatedly sabatoge their attempts, and during that time, the two start to get to know eachother better and grow closer whilst they aren't plotting their own demises. Eventually dazai starts to fall for them, but one day reader tries to attempt on their own life solo due to being unable to handle the pains and pressures of life anymore. Ofc they were rescued just in time, but it made him realize that he wants to see reader safe and happy, and that he had finally found his reason to live through his love for them. Extra points if he confesses his love at some point and reader accepts!!

Sorry if this was rant-y, i'm a huge sucker for angst to comfort :P either way tho, i hope you have a lovely rest of your day/night!

THIS RIGHT HERE IS A BEAUTIFUL STORY OH MY!!!!

-F!Y/n

-Y/n is a new worker at the Cafe under the ADA

-MAJOR SUICIDE WARNING!! (Including but not limited to: Blood, pills, self-harm, etc..) I am a sucker for graphic detail so you have been warned

-Also warning for puke

-Reader is kinda based off of Mafuyu from Project Sekai cause I said so (Btw pjsk simps gonna open up reqs for them when they become open again‼️)

-also reader has dull eyes cause anime logic

I did probably a concerning amount of research on suicide, (Plus looked for so long for Dazai's stupid lil book) for this so I hope you enjoy!

_____

Break time at the Armed detective agency usually means having some coffee at their favorite cafe. As the group sat down Dazai was glancing around when his eyes caught the sight of the new waitress waiting next to a barista Dazai frequently flirted with. The girl had semi-messy h/c colored hair, her eyes a dull e/c. Her features framed her face so beautifully. Dazai's mouth curled into a smirk as he stared at her. Kunikida caught wind and immediately irked. "Dazai.."

As the waitress approached the table, Dazai read the name stage reading "Y/n". He smiled as she stopped at their table. Before she could get a word out Dazai grabbed her hand in his. "Such soft hands.. And beautiful eyes as well. Would you, Belladona, do me the honors of accompanying me to a double suicide?"

WHACK

Dazai was now lying on the floor, as Kunikida brushed himself off. "I'm so sorry Ma'am, he's always like this-" Atsushi apologized as Y/n leaned down to the man on the floor. "I'd gladly join a double suicide." She smiled down at him.

. . .

"WHAT!?!"

"Really!?!" Dazai yelled as he stood up, grabbing Y/n's hand again. Y/n chuckled as she nodded at him. "I get off at 6. You work in this building correct? I'll meet you on the roof." "Yes yes, that sounds wonderful~!"

Everyone at the table stared shell-shocked as Y/n takes their order normally like nothing just happened. As dazai kicked his legs in his own little world, Kunikida Atsushi and Junichiro all stared at each other in concern. Kunikida pulled them behind a menu quickly.

"As much as I'd love to let that dimwitt meet his end, we need him and that girl to stay alive. It isn't right letting a young lady with so much life in her die with that blasted Dazai." Kunikida sighed. Atsushi and Junichiro nodded in sync.

"Once Dazai leaves to meet her we should follow them," Atsushi whispered. Junichiro hummed in agreement. "It's decided then." Junichiro finished. The three quickly separated from the menu as Y/n walked over and set down their drinks. As she walked away dazai starstruck-ingly called out; "See you tonight Madameeee~". Y/n peeked over her shoulder, smiling at him. Dazai felt his heart flutter a bit at those beautifully dull eyes.. They seemed to draw him in for more.

...

As Dazai whipped open the doors to the building roof, he caught sight of the lady ready to accompany him with his final dance. Her hair was gently blowing in the warm Yokohama breeze as she stared off into the sky. What was she looking at? Dazai didn't know. But her eyes looked so sickeningly dull in that moment. But still, so beautiful..

"I'm pleasantly surprised to see you here! I was concerned you agreed simply to make me leave you alone." The dark-eyed man said, leaning next to her. "I'd never joke about suicide. Such a beautiful ending to a sick existence." Y/n spoke lowly. In the cafe, she had a sort of customer voice, but there was no trace of it here. Dazai smirked a bit at this.

"I should let you know now, I'm not interested in pain. I don't know exactly what you're into though.." Dazai teased her. "Pain is not something I'm looking for either. Just a quick ending."

Dazai chuckled, quickly whipping out his little red book. "Suffocation, Hanging, Poisoning, Shooting, Jumping," He read off as Y/n stared at him. Only blinking in response. "All the ideas you could storm up are right here in this very book."

"Ah! What a glorious book,, if I wasn't planning on dying I'd buy a copy.." Y/n smiled lightly. "But.." she continued, grabbing the book and shutting it quickly. "I'd like to try jumping first."

With a quick grab of Dazai's shirt, the two were suddenly falling off the roof of the building. Y/n shut her eyes, waiting for the end of it all.

Poof.

The two landed on a bunch of garbage bags stacked up on each other. Y/n quickly sat up in disappointment as Dazai lay on the ground is fear and confusion. "Dang."

Dazai suddenly bursted into laughter. Y/n hummed, turning to him. "What's so funny?" Dazai wiped a tear from his eye as he sat up too. "You're the most forward suicidal girl I've ever met, my dear Y/n." He chuckled. Y/n blushed lightly before standing up.

"No matter.. We'll try again. Tomorrow. You can choose the method." She smiled at him. Dazai chuckled as he stood, lending her a hand up as he did so. "It's a date." He joked.

. .

"GAHHHH I THOUGHT WE WEREN'T GONNA MAKE IT." "Oh be quiet Atsushi, my Ideals were almost perfect."

There were the secret team, two sweaty messes, and one writing vigorously in his notebook. The three had watched Dazai enter the roof before running down to prepare in case they jumped, finishing just before they did.

"This might be a long couple of days.." Junichiro said quietly.

...

Day 2

"Oiiiii! Y/n dear!" Dazai yelled as he entered the roof. "Ah, hello Dazai." the girl lightly smiled. "What will we be doing today?"

Time after time,

Day 3

"Oh, Y/n you're here late! Well? Shall we begin?"

Attempt after attempt,

Week 3

"Dazai! Hurry we'll miss the train!" "Yes yes, my dear!"

The two met almost every day.

Month 2

The two had been testing the faith of this world as they attempted suicide again and again. Slowly, Dazai started to see something he hadn't before. Something fluttered in his chest..

The way she gets so distracted, the way she turned to yell at him when he took a joke too far, the way her nose scrunched up in such a way, those eyes.. Those beautifully dull eyes.

What was this feeling in Dazai's chest?

As Dazai thought intensely at his desk the others in the office grew worried. "What's up with Dazai today?" Atsushi mumbled. "I'm not sure.. I've never seen him think this much before."

"It's so clear what his problem is." Ranpo mumbled as he sucked on a loli. Dazai's head shot up immediately. "You know what this feeling is in my chest!? Please, explain Ranpo! Have I been poisoned? Is it fatal? Will I finally die? I can't die without Y/n."

Ranpo sighed as he bit off the lollipop. "No nothing of the sort, you're simply in love with that cafe waitress."

...

"Did he really just say that in front of us all!?"

Everyone at the agency thought in shock. Dazai's eyes were wide as he stared at Ranpo. His cheeks were flushed as he pondered the idea. The great Dazai? In love?

"This feeling in my chest.." He thought in shock. "That's a heart by the way," Ranpo smirked at the flustered Dazai. Dazai looked down for a moment, before springing up. He slammed his fist down loudly."This is..."

"Truly wonderful!!"

Dazai yelled as he pranced around the office. The majority of the group stared in dismay as he did so. "Ah, how perfect! I'm in love with the person I plan to meet my end with! We can plan a lovelier more passionate suicide now! How beautiful!"

"I should go confess right away! We can begin planning for our end together!" Dazai screamed with giddy as he threw his jacket on quickly. Ranpo's eyes scrunched together lightly as he thought. "You should go quickly, Dazai." He said as Dazai flung open the door.

"Will do!" Dazai yelled, running down the stairs to the cafe. As he opened the doors, he inhaled the lovely aroma of coffee before calling out. "Y/n my dear! I need to tell you something import-"

To Dazai's dismay, Y/n was nowhere to be seen in the cafe. He blinked a few times before walking towards one of the other workers. "Is Y/n here?" He asked with a hand covering his face.

"Ah, I'm sorry Dazai she didn't come in for her shift this morning.." The barista explained. Dazai's head popped up in surprise. "Uh, really?"

"Mhm, She didn't call in either. It's unlike her. She usually at least gives a call if she's gonna be late." The girl explained. Dazai's eyes furrowed as he thought.

"You should go quickly, Dazai."

Dazai's eyes shot open as he stared at the ground for a moment. "No.."

"Uh, Dazai?" The barista asked him. Dazai turned quickly, running out of the cafe in a hurry. His breath grew ragged as he ran quickly. He stopped in front of a familiar apartment complex to breathe. He then quickly ran in, ignoring the calls from a front desk worker. He sprinted and sprinted as he burst into Y/n's bedroom. "Y/n!" He screamed.

His eyes quickly scanned the room, finding it neatly tidied instead of the mess it was when he first visited her here. He then noticed the bathroom door shut tightly, while steam lightly flowed out of it. He ran to the door, trying the handle only to find it locked.

"Y/n!" He yelled, banging on the door. No answer. Dazai backed up quickly, before slamming his shoulder into the door, causing it to fly off its hinges. He looked up from the floor, seeing the sight he wanted to stop.

(Last major TW before we continue.)

Y/n laid in the bathtub fully clothed. The water from the faucet flowed continually, causing the room to fill with steam. A bottle of some unmarked pills laid on the bathroom floor, followed by a knife of which she'd used to make her wrist bleed. The fresh red liquid had been used to fill a small vile next to her.

Dazai quickly stood up, stopping the water before reaching his hands into the hot water. He wrapped his arms around Y/n's figure, lifting her up into his arms before placing her on the floor gently. He quickly ran to the medicine cabinet, grabbing a cotton swab and a roll of bandages.

He ran back to her fast, checking her pulse before sticking the cotton swab deep into her throat repeatedly until a steady stream of fresh puke left her lips. He pulled her into his arms as she came to, putting pressure on her wrist. Y/n's head felt fuzzy as she looked up at him. "Dazai.."

"Ah, you're conscious. Please stay awake, and don't move too much." Dazai whispered lowly. Y/n's head fog cleared as she came to. Realizing she'd been saved.

"No.." She mumbled as hot tears began to form. She suddenly became enraged. "Why you of all people.." "Y/n?"

"I thought you understood.. I just want to disappear from this world. Don't you get it?"

"I want to save you. I want to live with you, even if it's only for a bit before we depart together. There's still so much I don't know about you. Y/n, I-"

"Stop it!!" Y/n screamed, kicking Dazai away. "Don't you dare say it! What can you do? You may save me for a bit, you may make me feel happy for a short while, but then what!? One day it won't work anymore! And I'll want to die again!"

She was shouting.

"That's why this is all too much! Just let me have a clean death alone! You're so selfish for even coming here and spouting that bull shit!"

Without even realizing it, Y/n was shouting.

"I'm tired..! I'm so tired of thinking there's hope! Tired of waiting, finding something close, then watching it disappear! I'll never find what I'm looking for! I'll... I'll never truly be saved! Don't you see Dazai!?"

Dazai's eyes stayed still as he watched the girl scream.

"I'm so tired.. So tired.! Don't let me despair anymore.. Just let me rot."

The silence in the room was sickening. No one dared move.

Until Dazai broke the silence by cackling. Y/n sniffled confused as she stared at him. "I just keep seeing new sides of you Y/n.. You really are sickeningly complicated." He smirked at her as he inched closer.

Dazai's lips suddenly slammed into Y/n's. The girl's eyes opened wide as she stared at him. After a few seconds, dazai pulled away, a small string of saliva trailing behind. He licked his lips lightly before speaking:

"You called me selfish for saving you.." Dazai spoke before leaning close to Y/n's ear. "But I'm an incredibly greedy man my dear.."

Y/n's face flushed more as Dazai grabbed her wrist, wrapping her wound up tightly. "Even if it takes me saving you a thousand times, I'll do it all over again. So we can have the perfect suicide together."

Y/n breathes in shakily as Dazai kisses her hand gently.

"So, let's try this again. Y/n, my dear. I'm in love with you. Will you join me, in living and dying in this life?"

Dazai's words brought more tears into Y/n's eyes as she nodded lightly.

"Yes."

-Fin-

[keyotos]

oh how the mighty have fallen

summary ⎯ gepard has forgotten how much he’s missed his childhood friend. it seems as nothing as changed between you two, except for the fact that you guys aren’t friends anymore: you are practically enemies.

tana’s words ⎯ having hella gepard enemies to lovers brainrot rn. reader is an ex-lawyer btw.

tags ⎯ childhood friends to enemies to lovers. possible pining. or rather gepard misses reader and wants you back. but he also is kinda against you bc you literally are going against the law. it’s complicated

THE LAST PLACE GEPARD expected to see you was the golden theater. you’ve been m.i.a. for two years; gepard thought he’d never see you in public again. ever since a rocky incident took place two years ago, nothing has ever been heard or seen about you.

gepard didn’t know how to approach you. the last time you two had spoken, you weren’t on the best terms. in fact, the last time you two have spoken to each other, it ended up becoming a screaming match.

it’s for the better if i leave, gepard thought. gepard was getting ready to part until you turned. you locked eyes with him for a second before whispering, “gepard.”

you guys stared at each other for a few minutes. you haven’t seen him in two years. you’ve heard news of him, but you haven’t seen him. you tried to avoid him after your falling out two years ago.

gepard walks closer to you, armor filling in the noise that gepard cannot create. he stands by your side, like a guard rather than a friend, and his posture is perfect.

the sight makes you sick.

you look him up and down. your eyebrows furrow, because he hasn’t changed. he is still the same. he is still following cocolia’s orders; still a rule-follower; still uptight.

“you’re still the same, aren’t you?” you sipped on your champagne glass. the drunker you are, the more easier this situation will be.

“i’m sorry?” gepard raised an eyebrow.

“you haven’t changed at all. you’re like⎯ the same as two years ago,” you chuckled.

“how would you know?” gepard shot back, “we haven’t spoken in two years.”

“oh please,” another sip, “i was your best friend. i know you, captain. don’t deny it.”

gepard crossed his arms over the balcony. you were right. you did know him. he wondered if you knew that he missed you sometimes. he wondered if you felt the guilt he felt for what had happened that night, two years ago.

“how have you been?” gepard attempted. it’s not every day you see your ex-best friend after two years.

you turned, gave him a look that read are you fucking serious, and replied, “fine. you?”

“fine,” he mimicked. so much for small talk.

“why are you here?” you spat, “don’t you have to play rock-paper-scissors with some guards or something? or kiss cocolia’s ass?”

your harshness took him back. he may not have changed throughout the years, but you definitely have. you’ve gotten harsher; when you address him, your voice is no longer uplifting, but cold.

“don’t bad-mouth madam guardian in public,” gepard tried his best to warn you, “you’ll be in huge trouble.”

“oh i’m so terrified,” you mocked, “so what? what’ll she do? force me into prison like she’s done to others? or do you think she’ll throw me to the blizzard?” you scoffed.

“yn⎯”

“please don’t ‘yn’ me,” you frowned. you chugged the rest of your drink; you can’t do this without being drunk. having to face gepard was already hard enough, but having to face him sober?

gepard went silent. he felt like he was floating around you; he wasn’t seeing you, he was seeing a ghost. a shell of your former self.

two years ago, he hadn’t realized the damage that cocolia had done to your life. now, he realizes that it affected you more than he had thought.

“your favorite play is playing today. that’s why i came,” gepard mumbled.

you turned towards him once more, now looking him in the eye. “why?”

“i don’t know,” gepard sighed. the way his shoulders sagged after he sighed made him look exhausted, and you found yourself feeling bad for gepard.

gepard knows the reason why he came. he came because it reminds him of you; the you before cocolia. the happier, livelier, version of you. it reminds him of his best friend.

you would be lying if you said you didn’t miss gepard. you missed him a lot. sometimes, he was the bane of your existence; sometimes he was the person you despised the most. but other times, he was your best friend; the person you grew up with, the person you developed feelings for.

that’s why it hurt so much when he chose cocolia over you this same night, two years ago.

you couldn’t help it. your instincts took over. you moved closer to gepard. “not going to turn me in tonight, captain?” you joked.

gepard laughed, feeling better now that you made a singular joke with him, “no. i’m not.” i’d never, he wanted to add.

“i have a new favorite play,” you added. you missed him so much.

“oh really?” gepard’s heart quickened as you leaned closer into him.

“mhm. it’s playing after this one,” you yawned. your head slightly tilted near gepard’s shoulder, and gepard wanted you to lean on his shoulder so badly.

“are you tired?” gepard asked, leaning down to observe how you look.

“a little. i’ll manage,” you laid your head down on the balcony rim.

“you can lay your head on my shoulder, if you’d like. i doubt the balcony is comfortable and supportive,” gepard stood high and mighty.

“you’re one to talk about being supportive,” you quipped. and then you realized that now was not the right place to start making jokes like those. you turned your head away from gepard. “thank you for the offer,” you murmured.

it was silent for the rest of the play.

when the next one was about to go on, you got out of your seat and left. gepard knew he had no right to follow you. he had no right to tell you to come back. but he did anyway.

you were storming out of the golden theater when you heard footsteps trail behind you. you immediately knew it was gepard. not because of context clues, but because you knew the sound of his walk.

“what is it you want, gepard?” you desperately cried. you couldn’t deal with this right now: you can’t see him again. “why must you come back? i thought we agreed that we would part ways two years ago.”

why does he come back? is it because he misses your company? your gossip-filled brunches? the way your hand would grab his when you were worried? the sparkle of your eyes? the way your smile could provide warmth for the entirety of belobog?

“i don’t want to part ways, yn,” gepard called back. “you are my enemy. i’m not supposed to be around you. i am supposed to legally arrest you. but i can’t⎯ won’t. i miss you, yn.”

you ran your hands through your hair, “you’re not allowed to miss me. you’re not allowed to even be seeing me,” you cried out again. “if this is some ploy to get me in prison, gepard, i swear to⎯”

“it’s not!” gepard grabbed your arms. his grip was desperate and clingy, as if he was trying to glue you into the floor. but it softened, like he knew you would leave. “please. i don’t want to leave you again.”

“our,” you paused. at the time, you two were in the middle of figuring out your feelings to each other. you didn’t really know what you guys were, “friendship ended the moment where you chose cocolia over me.”

gepard sighed, “please. please, yn, i’m sorry. i will atone myself to you forever if you allow me to. but i simply cannot let you leave again. i’ve missed you. that was the reason i came tonight: i missed you, so i went to remind myself of the only thing i have of you.”

“you anger me sometimes, you confuse me, you rack my brain constantly. but throughout all of that, i miss you, yn. you’ve been with me from the start. please,” gepard begged, “i don’t want to lose you for a second time.”

his hands are still wrapped around your arms. he’s close⎯ gepard is at least a few inches away from you. he’s breathing rampantly, like he’s exhausted. his eyes are searching your expression and he looks desperate for an answer.

you’ve missed him immeasurably. there was not one day where you haven’t thought about him at least once. you missed his touch; craved it on some nights.

but your relationship? your friendship? that will need rebuilding.

however, gepard seems honest. he genuinely wants you back in his life. you are his best friend. you know him. you know his personality, his fears, his life. you hate him but you also love him. and you know that he is willing to atone for you.

you release yourself from his grip to scramble for a piece of paper and a pen. once you find a sheet of paper from the empty ticket booth, you rip it in half and scribble down an address.

“i practice independent law now,” you handed gepard the paper, “still trying to help others, i guess.”

you look up at him, “i hope i do see you more often,” you reach for his cheek, guiding his face to look down at you, “and i hope you keep your promise.”

you look at gepard with hope in your eyes, hope that you never had two years ago. gepard tries hard to bite down the smile that is coming. seeing your hopeful expression is an achievement greater than all.

you caress his face one more time. you think about kissing him, but you would save that for another night. you take him in for the first time in two years: gepard is different. he’s more exhausted, more weary. he is not the same, as you previously thought.

but you aren’t either. and if you two are different than you were two years ago, maybe, just maybe, things will work out better this time.

[lokisprettygirl]

Under his influence (Post Avengers! Loki x female reader)

Read chapter 34 here/ Series Masterlist

Chapter 35

Summary : Loki meets the ancient one and she has all the answers for you both.

Warning: 18+,, HUGE Canon divergence (Just me making shit up), timey wimey stuff topics dealing with cheating and falling out of love,

You were at the hospital to see Mrs Geller but you were early so visiting hours weren't open just yet. You missed Loki, you hadn't seen him since the night of your birthday, which to be fair was just two days ago but you felt extremely anxious because of everything that has been happening.

Your mom had called you this morning to tell you that she had hurt her legs while working out and as soon as she had told you that you knew somehow it was connected to you.

Loki had told you that he would find the answers about all these glitches in time but you feared those answers would turn your world upside down again.

All those thoughts running in your head were starting to give you a headache so you got up and made your way to the staff area to grab a cup of coffee, luckily for you it was empty.

"You be like baby who cares, i know you care, bring it over to my place i don't know what you did–" you stopped singing to yourself as you felt a presence behind you so you turned around. It was Doctor Mark. Ofcourse.

"That's for staff members you know that right?" He asked you and you resisted the urge to roll your eyes,

"I know but ..it's just coffee you know?"

He shook his head in response and walked towards the machine to pour one for himself,

"How's she doing now?" You asked him so he sighed deeply as if your mere presence was irksome to him. Why were you meeting all these assholes doctors, at first Strange and now him.

"Same as before, she's stable but there's no improvement" he told you so you nodded

"But she'll be okay right?"

He turned his head to look at you as you asked him again, he seemed soft and sympathetic for once, he also seemed as if he knew she won't recover from this.

"What was that song you were singing just now?" he asked you to change the subject so you chuckled in response..

"It's under the influence by Chris Brown"

"The what?" He looked at you a bit surprised so you told him again, this time enunciating each and every word carefully.

"Don't think i have heard of it" he shrugged as he said that so you crossed your arms.

"That's fine i have not heard all the songs in the universe" you chuckled, however it wasn't from amusement but barely annoyance.

"I operated on that man once..we stayed in touch, that's not his song..I'd have known since he keeps sending me his tracks"

He said in a nonchalant manner so you squinted your eyes.

"Well that's nothing..i ..I work for loki..a literal god"

"Yeah what do you do for him?"

"I'm his assistant "

"If he's such a god why would he need an assistant"

"Because he does .." you walked out of there to save face after that. Why was he so annoying? And what did he mean when he said that song didn't exist? You heard it in the last timeline, that was the song you played as you both got high that night. You quickly took your phone out and searched for the song but you didn't find it anywhere..it didn't exist, he was right.

But how could it be? You remembered it, you heard the song, loki did too, you remembered the lyrics for god's sake.

As you reached home that evening you immediately called Loki.

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Loki knew in order to find the answers you both were looking for he'd have to go find the sorcerer supreme and he did find her quicker than he had anticipated, maybe she wanted to find him as well..

"Pardon me, I need a moment," he said to the woman in front of her who was the sorcerer supreme before Doctor Strange. You were calling him and he never ignored you call no matter how busy he was or wherever he was so he picked it up immediately

"Darling are you alright" he asked you in a hushed voice,

"Yeah I just need to talk to you about something"

Well he needed to tell you something too but he knew it wouldn't sit right with you, he was being unfair again but he had to do this in order to protect you both.

"I'll be there in an hour okay?" He said to you softly before he hung up and turned his attention towards the woman everyone addressed as the ancient one.

"Is there no other way?"

He asked her in one last desperate attempt to avoid his fate but she only gave him a faint smile in response.

"If there was any other way you wouldn't be here seeking my advice. What you two have done have caused a warp in the current timeline, look around you Loki ..everything is disintegrating because you two chose to deviate from the original timeline and found each other before your time"

"It's's not out fault that your protégé messed up the spell and we both remembered each other"

"Well this time she won't"

As he entered your apartment you were pacing back n forth in your living space with a worried look on your face.

"You remember that song I played when we got high together the first time in the other timeline?"

You asked him hurriedly so he smiled but his eyes were teary, heart breaking at the thought that he was going to lose you again and this time you won't even remember him, he just had to rely on fate to bring you back to him. He cupped your cheeks and kissed you lovingly before he placed his forehead down on yours,

"I love you" he mumbled softly and as giddy as his words made you feel you knew something was wrong, you could just tell by the way he felt around you, it was as if you were connected to him in more than just a physical or emotional way.

"I love you baby .. something is wrong..isn't it?' You asked him so he sighed and wrapped his arms around your waist.

"What were you saying about the song? I remember it clearly" He brought one of his hands to your face to tuck your hair behind your ears, the gesture made you lean into his touch.

"It doesn't exist..not in this universe..why?" You asked him so he sighed.

"Perhaps it hasn't been created yet"

"Then how come we heard it in the last timeline?"

"Because we were living a life that was never meant to happen darling and.." his voice broke as he paused his words for a moment and closed his eyes as if he was too afraid to say whatever he wanted to say,

"What is it?"

"We are still living that way darling..this is not how we were supposed to meet again"

You felt your heart drop as he said that. No, you couldn't go through this again, haven't you both sacrificed enough for the sake of the world?

"So? What's the problem then?"

You asked him as you pulled away from him so he grabbed your arms and pulled you closer again,

"You know what is the problem here sweetheart..you can see it can't you? All around you, things are happening..bad things and they'll keep happening until we fix our mess"

"We fixed it once" your voice choked on your tears as you spoke and it took everything in him to stay strong at the moment, he had to, he had to suffer this time for both of you.

"I know..I know we did, we did our best, it's not our fault that we remembered each other but I have found the sorcerer supreme.. there won't be room for any error this time" as soon as he said that you broke down in tears. This was your worst nightmare coming true.

"No please loki no please..pleaseee nooo" your hiccuped sobs crushed him to the core. Why couldn't he just spend a lifetime with you where he could just keep you happy? He knew he'd have to spend years without you before he was able to fulfill all the promises he had made to you.

"We are meant to be together my love, we are made for each other, I'll find you i promise, when the right time comes I will find you and I'll make you mine..i promise.. and then I won't let go until the end of time, until the end of us"

You stopped crying as he said that, you just felt broken at the moment, you didn't know how you'd survive this all over again.

"Thirty years, I have waited thirty years of my life..all my life to have a moment where I didn't feel so deeply sad or worthless. And then you came into my life out of nowhere and I have never been happier, i have been happier beyond my imagination with you" he cupped your cheeks as you let out broken sobs but you weren't done speaking just yet

"And now you want me to give it all up so I can go on and live miserably for a few more years? You are telling me that i…me..basic stupid me whose existence didn't even matter until I found you is the reason why this universe is falling apart and now I'm responsible to fix it? I'm supposed to sacrifice everything to fix everything all over again?"

He stayed quiet for a moment, he wanted you to vent, to take out your anger, whatever you had said had only pierced his heart deeply, he never wanted you to feel this way again but he had no choice, he never really did, he never got his will..

"Don't you see it, princess? It's all about you, everything has been about you, it had been about us finding each other but we find each other at the wrong time.. always the wrong time" He mumbled softly, things grazed over your cheeks to wipe your tears

You really wished his words had made you feel better but it really didn't, you only felt heartbroken at the thought of losing him, forgetting him completely and moving on with your life as if you weren't loved so immensely by this gorgeous man in front of you.

"And Yes you'll have to sacrifice again to save the universe and you won't even remember doing it but i promise that when I find you again I'll help you remember. The sorcerer supreme- she gave me her word that she'll help us remember everything, every moment that we have spent with each other, she'll help us relish those memories again, this won't be forgotten, our time together won't be forgotten"

You had to let go of him as if you had never fallen head over heels in love for the very first time.

You felt empty and all you wanted to do was halt time from moving somehow and freeze this moment right here so you could spend your whole life like this..a forever with him

"What if you don't find me lo? What if we don't find each other?" you asked between your broken sobs so he picked you up by grabbing onto your hips and walked a few steps to press you against the closet door, if he was going to lose you for years he'd want to engrave this moment in his head.

"We will..we are destined for each other. This is my last attempt to atone for my atrocities but I won't be so kind the next time.. I promise I'll ruin the whole multiverse and everyone in it just to keep you by my side"

Well you wouldn't even stop him.

You moaned as he pressed his lips against your neck and sucked on it while his fingers removed your clothes magically, he was going to fuck you but he was going to take his time, as you felt his cock inside you, you couldn't help but gasp as his girth stretched you out.

He didn't even use a protection this time but you didn't care about it, everything would reverse anyways. Right?

"What if you don't find me attractive when I'm older than this or bigger or ..just different" he chuckled but his teeth gritted and a moan escaped his throat as you clenched your walls around him

"You really think a few wrinkles on your beautiful face or a couple of pounds is going to change the way I feel about you?"

"Mmm i hope not" he didn't stop his thrusts until he had you a quivering mess, as he laid you down on the bed you were just staring at him with a dazed look on your face,

"God I'd never get enough of you" you whispered as your lips lingered over his mouth for a moment before you kissed him passionately.

"I'd never want that either sweetheart " he looked down at you, he can try all the positions in the world with you but this right here was his favorite of all, your body underneath him and eyes staring back at him with such love and adoration.

"Loo" you mumbled softly so he snapped out of his thoughts and leaned down to kiss you before he hummed "I'm scared"

"I know princess, so am I, but we have to do this. I can not lose you, I can't take such a risk" you nodded as he said that but he could still see the saddened look on your face.

"What if something happens and we aren't at the right place at the right time? What would happen to us then?" Your eyes welled up again so he cupped your cheeks and kissed you before he smiled.

"My love, no matter where in the world we are, eventually we will cross each other's path..I'll make sure of it. A moment so absolute where you'd would be eager and desperate to fall so deeply in love with me..just like this, you were made for me darling and I'll find you anywhere, anytime..i promise "

He kissed you tenderly and then he pulled away, a sudden look of confusion flashed across his beautiful features.

"That is strange" he mumbled and it made you giggle.

"What ..kissing me?"

"No..I uhhh ..just this moment we had just now..i have had a dream similar to this in the previous timeline..not same but similar..I always thought it was just us from the future" you hummed as he said that.

"It's a time loop Loki ..i understand it much better now"

Your arms wrapped around his neck as you snuggled him into you, one last time before you'd lose him again, you didn't even know how long you will have to go without him or when you'll see him again..it could be five years or ten or even twenty, you just hoped he'd find you before you're too old to love him the way he deserved, you wanted more time with him, you wanted forever.

Time was disintegrating so both of you had decided to go through the ritual the very next day, however this time you weren't really fixing the timeline but yourselves, the spell that sorcerer supreme was using would keep you in the same timeline but you won't remember the last few months in the way you did now, you'd remember it the way you were supposed to live it and so will everyone else around you.

She wasn't reversing the timeline again, she was barely fixing your time, she was fixing the mess Strange had caused with his spell. You'd wake up in the same time but your life will be completely different. She was going to make you forget each other. Or that's what you thought she was going to do. You didn't know the complete truth, he didn't tell you.

Before you could go through the ritual you wrote an important mail to Mark Johnson and asked him to send it to someone very important immediately. You needed it to be sent before the ritual, you had made sure to use an anonymous mail but you called him at the hospital to ensure that mail would get sent. Afterall he won't really remember you and you definitely won't remember him.

"I'll always love you lo, no matter where I am or even if I don't remember I just know my heart will always belong to you, it will never belong to anyone else"

His eyes teared up as you hugged him tightly, he wished he could have prevented this somehow but he knew he had to do this to protect you and your loved ones.

"And one more thing lo--" you mumbled softly and his brows furrowed

"Time was never wrong between me and you..it was always right..it was always pure and it was beautiful"

Just like last time you all sat down in a circle, he had kept his eyes on you before his world shifted right in front of his eyes, one moment he was there with you with your hands clutching onto his and the next moment he was in a prison cell in Asgard.

The spell had worked and it had worked the way he wanted it to work.

"When the time comes, you'd go see her and then you can make her remember everything you want.. before that you can not intervene no matter what" The ancient one warned him so he nodded, his eyes welled up at the thought but he knew he didn't want to live without your memories, he wanted to keep it, he wanted to remember you so he could make you remember him when the time comes, he was terrified of the pain that he will have to endure in the next few years but he was ready for it.

That's how he was destined to suffer.

A lone tear spilled from his eye as he sat down on the cold floor of the cell wishing that he was sleeping in your arms instead but he knew he couldn't afford that no more, he knew he won't get to see you, touch you or kiss you for the next seven years.

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PUTTING THE NEW PAGE INTO THIS ASK AS WELL FOR GHE FIRST TIME BECAUSE THERE IS A LOT TO TALK ABOUT WITH THIS PAGE SO PLEASE BEAR WITH ME HERE

Ima start with the first panel because there’s already so much in that one single panel and it is gonna drive me nuts!

So first up, we have “Secret” Chaotix meeting room. Yes, this place is apparently being kept a secret from the public eye. This could be due to the Chaotix having to handle a bunch of super deep and disturbing cases that, if allowed to spill out into the public, would be catastrophic! Not in the sense that it would destroy the world or anything like that, but it’d certainly ruin their reputation as detectives! Don’t detectives irl have these kinds of cases too…? Or maybe I’m thinking too hard on this and it’s just the place they meet with their friends whenever Eggman does something stupid? Who knows.

I do know though that it looks beautiful and it looks like they’re actually in a room which, as an amateur artist myself, can only dream of achieving!! It looks so cool! I just… I adore your backgrounds and I can tell you put a lot of love and effort into making them, so please give yourself a pat on the back!

And maybe I’m reading too much into a single panel.

But that’s not all that we get to see!!! (No I’m not talking about the Chaotix even though I REALLY wanna talk about the Chaotix cuz they deserve more love and I’m so glad they’re here THANK YOUUUUUUUU) YEAH THAT’S RIGHT, SONIC IS FULLY CONVERTED TO DARK GAIA SONIC LET’S GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Well not fully converted, but we can clearly see that it’s taking a huge toll on his body! Not only are the markings now visible on him during the day, but it also seems to be siphoning his energy…? Kind of…? I mean, Sonic has been out cold since “Killing” Omega, and usually he wouldn’t be so out of it otherwise. And I can see a little tiny X over his Gaia eye, so… I’m not too sure, but what I am sure of is that this is BAD for Sonic. The poor guy is gonna have to deal with not only being corrupted during the day, but also at night, and that cannot be good for his psyche. It was bad enough when he had to be in a completely new body for just the nighttime, but now it’s for both day and night in its own way, and… Gosh, this is gonna be torture for Sonic once he wakes up.

Okay now onto the actually lore panels because there is so much to uncover but BEFORE WE GET INTO THE LORE PARTS OF ALL THAT LEMME JUST POINT OUT HOW PISSED SHADOW LOOKS IN THE SECOND PANEL BRO LOOKS LIKE HE WANTS TO PUNT CHIP INTO THE SUN FOR NO REASON WHATSOEVER AND HE IS JUST SO OVERPROTECTIVE OF SONIC IT’S NOT EVEN FUNNY I LOVE THIS ANGSTY EDGY BOY SO MUCH BUT I WANNA KNOW WHAT IS GOING THROUGH HIS HEAD RIGHT NOW WHY IS HE GLARING DAGGERS AT CHIP WHAT DID THIS LITTLE CREECHUR EVEN DO TO YOU SHADZ

Okay back to the lore-

So, im still gonna call Light Gaia as Chip because I still see a cute adorable fluffy fairy in those big brown eyes and I think he deserves a real name. Anyhow, Chip now is aware of him being a literal god. He says he regulates the day and Dark Gaia regulates the night. This kind of makes sense. Chip handles the sun and DG handles the moon. Think Luna and Celestia from MLP. And similar to those two as well, Dark Gaia got out of control like Luna did and created an eternal night. But this doesn’t really explain the planet splitting into a million giant pieces. (Not literally a million) Nor does it explain Chip losing his memory. Chip claims that whenever one of them falls out of line, the other will be there to pull them back together. Does this mean Chip or Dark Gaia have lost their memory before? Have the events of Unleashed happened before? How do they reign the other in?

These questions are probably gonna get answered in the next page lmao what am I doing-

Everything else is kinda sorta spelled out to us which I think is a good thing, since Chip is, in the story, explaining all of this to a group of people who had no idea about any of this for their entire lives. The poor Chaotix just got roped into this, they just want their pay. So with that in mind I don’t know what else to really cover…? Maybe I’ll notice something later on and just start spamming you with questions, who knows. For now I’m SUPER DUPER EXCITED FOR THE NEXT PAGE LET’S GO THIS IS GONNA BE SO FUN CANNOT WAIT FOR NEXT WEEK

hell yeah do look out for the new page on monday :3 i love ur little big analysis its always the highlight of my week to see one

btw this goes out to evecryone but the whole scene has a lot of moments for everyone else than sonic and shadow so we are winning