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captainlexaprosaveme · 3 days ago

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Not Like This

2.3k words Warnings: side characters named Renee and Bailey sorry if your name is that, use of y/n, bad writing, no thoughts, no beta we die like men, making out, embarrassment? Drinking, and sad thoughts? Maybe a little angst idk man im really bad at this Pairing: Quinn Hughes x reader Summary: Nick and Jess’s first kiss in new girl but if it was you and Quinn and there was no homewrecking involved! This is my first time writing a fic ever so im sorry it will probably not happen ever again! also i am so confused by the formatting idk how to fix it im so sorry

It had started off innocent. Jack and Luke were in town, and Bailey, your best friend since college, was visiting, obviously you had to celebrate. Quinn decided to host since your apartment had been deemed too small, “Not everyone is a pro NHL player, Quinny” you had teased, not putting up a fight because let’s be honest. His place is much better than yours, you already spend most of your time there.

You were all having a great time, everyone several drinks in, when Bailey brought up the game you two had made up in college. The rules were insane and never made sense, you gave up trying to explain them halfway through, deciding to just throw the boys into the game and hope they figured it out. It was going great; everyone had stripped a layer or two off during the game and you were feeling a warm buzz from the alcohol. Bailey was down to just a tank top and her tights, Luke had lost his shorts and now was just in his boxers, Quinn was shirtless and only had one sock on. Jack somehow was winning and had just declared you had violated the Truce Act, meaning you had to remove your top, leaving you in just your bra and skirt, your cheeks burned as you tried to ignore Quinn’s lingering gaze and took a large gulp of your mystery drink to distract yourself.

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Bailey and Jack were in some kind of an argument, one claiming that the other had violated some rule and had to take a penalty but no one had witnessed this rule violation. Your eyes lit up as you saw an opportunity to bring your two friends together.

“There’s only one way to solve this!” You announced with a glint in your eye. “Two of us have to go behind the iron curtain- which is the guest bedroom by the way- and kiss. There has to be a clear and present threat of tongue- those are the rules!” Bailey groaned, knowing this rule was only ever used as a ruse before sighing and agreeing.

“How would that solve this? These rules don’t even make sense” Quinn argued as you calmed the group. “Last minute amendment to the rule- brothers cannot go behind the iron curtain together that is actually not allowed” You quickly amended as you realized over half this group was in fact related, your tipsy mind somehow able to connect those dots but not seeing the very real possibility that you would end up behind the iron curtain with someone.

“Let’s do the count, one, two, three or four? Everyone- ok… on three” Bailey started the count down and you tried your hardest to psychically make Jack and Bailey pull the same numbers. “One, Two, Three- Numbers on heads!” You threw three fingers up on your forehead and glanced around. Luke had one finger on his forehead, Bailey had four, and Jack had two… leaving only Quinn, sitting next to you with three fingers on his forehead.

Luke gasped and made a faux shocked face as he glanced between you and Quinn, Jack muffling his laughter with his hand as Bailey stood up and dragged you up with her, kicking Jack on the way up and gesturing towards Quinn. With a lot of arguing and pushing, they finally managed to shove you and Quinn into the guest room, barricading the door and chanting “Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!” You avoided looking at Quinn’s face, eyes instead landing on his toned chest before quickly flicking away as blush painted your cheeks.

Quinn opened his mouth to say something but was cut off by your finger on his lips, shushing him. You waited several seconds before calling out to the others “Okay, we did it! We kissed, let us out now!” which was met with laughter as Bailey called out “Picture proof Y/N! You know the rules!”

You sighed as you let your back hit the wall and slid down to sit on the floor, Quinn watching you carefully before sitting next to you, thighs touching. A minute or two went by as your friends continued chanting from the other side of the door, you and Quinn staying in silence before he finally broke it “We don’t have to do this, you know. I think we can just wait them out.” You huffed out a laugh as you rolled your eyes at him, “Do you really believe that? They will be out there for hours.” You grabbed your phone and opened the camera app before swiftly turning to face him, quickly kissing him on the cheek before he could say anything else as you snapped a picture and sent it off to the group chat. “There we did it, now let us out!” You shouted out as Quinn cleared his throat, a light dusting of pink covering his cheeks.

“That ain’t no kiss man!” Bailey yelled, Jack and Luke agreeing with her. “Just give Y/N a tender, sensual kiss and we will let you out!” Jack’s loud voice shouted through the door. Quinn rolled his eyes and scoffed at his brother’s words “Shut the fuck up, Jack!”

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Several minutes later, Quinn was working on trying to open the door that had been barricaded shut as you laid on the guest bed. You sighed as he struggled in vain, starting to feel embarrassed by how Quinn obviously did not want to kiss you. He was literally about to dislocate something trying to escape the room just to avoid kissing you, and honestly you were starting to feel a little bitter as you realized your little crush was very much not reciprocated. “What’s the big deal? Let’s just suck it up and French a little.” You tried to joke with him, willing to do whatever it takes to get out of this room with him so you could sulk alone and drink a whole lot more.

He choked out a laugh as he looked at you incredulously, unsure whether you were joking. “Ok fine but don’t say ‘let’s suck it up and French a little’” He shuffled over to the bed you were laying on and sat next to you as you sat up “Okay, fine. Let’s do this.”

“Okay, Y/N, this is not a big deal. Let’s just do this” His lips quirked up into a subtle smirk and he rested his hands on your arms.

“Yeah, let’s just do this- why are you licking your lips”

“Should I not? Do you want dry lips?”

“Well, no…”

“Then I’m just licking them so they’re… not dry?”

“Okay, fine whatever just do it.”

“I’m gonna do it”

“Okay, we’re doing this”

“Yup we’re definitely doing this. Are you ready?” His hands grasped your face as he looked into your eyes, you nodded as your heart threatened to beat out of your chest.

“Okay, three, two- actually I’m not gonna do a count. That’s weird.” He stopped moving closer to you as you huffed out a laugh at his awkwardness.

“Let’s just do this, Quinn” You leaned into him, looking into his eyes as he got closer, breathe ghosting over your lips, but just as he closed his eyes you panicked and shoved him away. “I’m sorry- You can’t do that!”

“Do what?”

“Your face!”

“My face?”

“Yeah, you can’t do that with your face”

“Okay fine- I’ll do something different with my face.” He was trying to hold back his laughter at your demands, then his hands were on your face again and he was leaning in, this time with a wide, and creepy, smile. You shoved him again, trying not to laugh “What is that? Are you trying to kiss with your teeth?”

He sighed as he stood up, moving back to the door to try and open it “Okay, I can’t do this”

“Well, you can’t try to kiss me like the Joker and expect me to just go along with it!”

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Several more minutes passed, the sounds on the other side of the door dwindling as Jack and Bailey made their way back to the living room, leaving just Luke to guard the door.

“Lukey! C’mon man just let us out.” Quinn tried to reason with his younger brother, but he was just met with his laughter. You saw light from someone’s headlights shining from the driveway as he failed to convince Luke, gasping as you stood and looked out the window.

“Back up has arrived!”

“Who’s that?” Quinn questioned as he joined you at the window.

“I texted Renee to come help, she just got off work.” You quickly explained to him as you watched her walk through the front door and heard the chaos of the rest of your group greeting her. You and Quinn stumbled back to the door, shouting frantically for her as she walked further into the house, questioning what was going on.

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“Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!” Renee had decided to join the fun in tormenting you after being told the game, she had had enough of you and Quinn being oblivious to your shared feelings and was hoping this would be the beginning of something.

You sighed as you once again faced Quinn, “Just kiss me.”

“I’m not going to kiss you!”

“God! Just kiss me already!”

“No, Y/N. I’m not going to kiss you!”

“Just kiss me already, Hughes!”

“No, not like this!” His eyes widened as he realized what he said, your eyebrows shooting up into your hairline.

“What… what do you mean”

“No, I didn’t- I didn’t mean- not like that, I just meant- well we can’t” He struggled to find some way to explain what he said, as your friends continued chanting on the other side of the door and you continued to look at him with confusion in your eyes.

He sighed as he gently moved you out of his way and walked towards the window. “Now if you’ll just excuse me, I have to go… do something.” He opened the window as you stared at him in shock, unable to move until he started shoving the screen out of the window. “Quinn! Stop, what are you doing?” But it was too late, he was already halfway out the window, one foot in the guest bedroom, the other on the roof. You turned around and started frantically banging on the door, yelling at your friends as he made his way further down the roof, getting close to his own bedroom window. “Bailey! Jack! He’s on the roof! He climbed out the window, help!”

Everyone went silent for a second before they heard Quinn banging on the window to his own room, Jack and Luke running over to let him back in before he slips and falls off the roof as Bailey and Renee moved the barricade and let you out of the guest room finally.

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Quinn was back inside and after a brief lecture from Jack and Luke, mainly Luke, everyone was sitting in the living room again. Bailey found the whole situation hilarious and would not let it go. “I mean, Y/N. The guy would rather risk falling off his roof and dying than kiss you!” You simply rolled your eyes and laughed with her, you knew she was drunk and not trying to be mean, but it stung all the same.

The night carried on and eventually everyone had left. Jack and Luke had just left in their uber, Renee drove Bailey back to her hotel, and after several hours of ignoring Quinn as best as you could, you were now alone with him. Before everything happened, you had planned on staying the night to help clean in the morning and after everything there was nothing you wanted to do less. You didn’t want to uber back to your apartment and have to deal with getting your car in the morning, so you just decided to say a quick goodnight to Quinn before shutting yourself in the guest room.

As you got ready for bed you tried your hardest to ignore the ache in your chest, you went to grab your pajamas from your bag and huffed as you remembered you were going to borrow something from Quinn as you forgot to bring them. As you debated whether you should just sleep in your clothes from the party or suck it up and talk to him, a faint knocking sounded from the door. You opened it to find Quinn standing there with a soft smile and sweats in his hands for you.

“Hey, I remembered you mentioned you needed something to sleep in so…”

You thanked him as you took the sweats from him and tossed them onto the bed, reaching to close the door but being stopped by his hand on the door.

“Wait I- I wanted to talk to you.” He let out and awkward chuckle as you nodded for him to continue. He struggled to find the words to say before sighing and grabbing your face between his hands, pressing his lips to yours.

He began kissing you slowly, his plush lips soft and warm against yours. Your hands were frozen against his chest as your brain struggled to catch up, and when it did your hands flattened against his chest as you kissed him back just as tenderly. He tilted your head up, giving himself easier access to you as he traced his tongue on your bottom lip, begging for access. Your lips part for him as you sighed into his mouth, his tongue caressing yours as his hands migrated, one to the back of your head and the other landing on your waist. Your hand made its way up to his hair, tangling your fingers in his soft strands which only encouraged him as he started assaulting your mouth with his tongue.

His hand gripped your waist as you finally pulled away to catch you breath, resting your forehead against his. “That is how it was supposed to happen.” He says with a lazy smirk as you let out a breathy laugh, thinking maybe you could get used to this.

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ghostlyferrettarot · 5 hours ago

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l0singsdogs · 2 days ago

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when the masks fell by mercuriiovenus.

Justice League → No information available. Try searching for "judicial system" or "football league." Gotham vigilante → No reports of vigilantes in Gotham. Breaking news: Oswald Cobblepot has been found guilty of multiple crimes and mafia associations. Life sentence expected. Nightwing → Urban myth or a term linked to aerial acrobatics. Did you mean: Nightwing Gymnastics Academy? Robin → A small red-breasted bird. Would you like to learn more about robins?

Tim Drake is the first to start searching, scanning every corner of the internet—or so he hopes—because the laptop resting on his legs feels off. The technology here isn’t what they’re used to, that much is clear. Their phones, usually advanced tools for gathering intel, seem… ordinary. The search results are strange. But more than that, everything feels strange.

Bruce, Tim, and Damian are absorbed in their frantic search, eyes darting across screens as if a different result might suddenly appear if they refresh enough times. But if anyone took a moment to step back and look —they’d see it. The same passcodes unlock their phones, but the content inside is different.

Jason and Dick are the only ones who seem lost in the photo galleries.

Grayson scrolls through pictures, searching for some thread of recognition, but everything is hazy—just out of reach. There are endless images of him: standing on podiums, dressed in gymnastics gear, grinning with medals hanging around his neck. There are pictures with friends, too—so many of Wally West, Donna Troy, and Kory Anders. He smiles despite himself, but the feeling twisting in his gut is unfamiliar. This isn’t his life. It’s a life , yes. But not his.

Jason… Jason is worse off. He stares at the images on his screen as if they’re mocking him. There are pictures of him traveling, laughing, and existing. He finds shots of himself with Roy Harper and Artemis—his chest tightens at that—but there are also faces he doesn’t recognize, memories he never made. Birthday celebrations, candid moments, snapshots of him curled up with a book. There are so many pictures of him smiling . And that’s what finally breaks something deep inside him.

It’s impossible. It’s impossible.

His grip tightens around the phone as rage coils hot in his chest. He flicks his gaze toward Grayson, catching the same confusion in his brother’s expression.

None of this is real.

Without a word, Jason pushes himself up from the couch, drawing everyone’s attention.

Tim and Damian’s argument hums in the background—Tim snapping at Damian to search properly, Damian snapping back that everything is useless.

Jason doesn’t care.

"Have any of you seen Alfred? Or the others?" His voice is sharp, cutting through the tension. "We're sitting here like idiots, but Thomas, Brown, and Cassandra were with us. Where the hell are they?"

Bruce watches his second son carefully. It's difficult— painful —to look at him. He seems younger, lighter, like a version of himself that never carried so much weight. A version Bruce last saw when he held Jason’s broken body in his arms.

"Have you found anything else?" Bruce finally asks, voice steady, unreadable.

Everyone shakes their heads. They're still searching, still trying to figure out where the hell they are and what kind of reality they’ve landed in.

"I’ll look for Alfred," Jason announces. He knows the protocol, but right now, he just needs to see a familiar face—something to ground him after staring at the images on his phone, images that feel like a life he never lived. "Come with me, Grayson."

Dick glances at him, hesitant. He doesn’t want to leave, not yet. He needs to keep digging, to figure out what the hell is going on. But Jason doesn’t give him the option.

"Come. Now."

WHEN THE MASKS FELL AO3.

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eand47 · 2 days ago

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Chapter II | The Book of Peace

Summary: The Book of Peace - an ancient book which protects the twelve cities. Stored in the highest tower in the city of Syracuse, the book stands untouched as Prince Sabo brought it home. The prosperity it brings to humanity made it a target to the Goddess of discord Eris, who intends to bring chaos to the people of the twelve cities by making a deal with the famous pirate Portgas D Ace to steal it.

“You're not thinking big enough, Ace. Steal the book for ransom and you can be rich enough to lounge on the beach of a tropical island. Steal it for me, and you can buy the beach. And the island. And the world.” Said Eris, her voice sultry as she passed by Ace, fingers brushing his face.

Main characters: Portgas D Ace x Reader (female) & Eris - Goddess of Discord

Supporting characters: Luffy, Sabo, Marco, Thatch, Izo, Kiku, Whitebeard

Description: This story is entirely based on 'Sinbad: The Legend of the Seven Seas'! Of course I will add my own touch to it and things that are not part of the film, but still it will be following the animation storyline. A lot of lines that I liked from the movie will be included in the dialogue as well.

WARNINGS: explicit language, descriptions of violence, 16+ only, illegal activities, physical violence, fighting, mentions of monsters, slight mentions of misogyny

Word Count: 5,7K

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NOTE: I just want to apologies that it has taken me so long to post the second chapter, I promise the third one will come out faster ♡ Enjoy ♡

The crowd has gathered around the port of Syracuse waiting for the return of their prince. Everyone from all the Twelve cities has been expecting him to come back as the news of him gathering the “Book of Peace” have already reached the mainland. Finally, after years of it being lost in some foreign country it has made its way back home. Every single person celebrates in their own way – happy that the book has return to its rightful places.

Meanwhile, somewhere around the castle, you are busy with fixing one of the many agreements with the foreign countries coming tonight, which the king has ordered you to prepare as his main ambassador. You have been living in Syracuse since you were ten years old, and the reason your country has sent you here was because from a very young age you have been exceptionally good with languages and for this you have been sent here to marry the prince and be the ambassador for your county and Syracuse as well.

It has been ten years since your marriage has been announced to the world, but still, you haven’t tight the knot. The reason to postpone it at first was because of how young you and Sabo were, then it was because of duty, and the last time it was postponed was because of his voyage in search for “The Book of Peace”, but now – now you are out of excuses. The moment he returns, and the Book is placed in the highest tower in Syracuse for protection, you know that this time there won’t be any escape or excuses to safe you from your duty.

You have tried everything to grow to love the prince as a man, as a partner, as a lover, but none of the attempts were successful. There always has been something missing, that is just not enough to grow this kind of love for him. You’ve wanted to love him, and still do, but the spark is never there, no matter what you tell yourself, how much you try to convince yourself – something has aways been missing between the two of you.

The prince himself tried many times and from his side the feelings has been there since day one. Since the day he saw you stepping your food in the port of Syracuse, he has been mesmerised by you and your beauty and the more he has grown to know you, the deeper in love with you he has fallen, but the prince isn’t a stupid man. He has tried everything to make you fall in love with him over the years, but nothing works. Deep down he knows that you love him, but not as a man or a lover, but more like a best friend, a brother even. Despite all this, Sabo is willing to give you as much time as you need to fall in love with him and he hopes that soon this will happen.

“Lady (Y/N), the prince is back.” Your thoughts are being interrupted as one of your servants, who barges in your small library room which you use for an office. Looking at her from your seat behind the desk you just nod with your head and smile politely at her.

You are aware that he is back, after all you can hear the crowd of happy cheers from the opened window in your library. Sending her off with a smile you sigh once the door is closed. You want to get happy and excited that he is back but knowing what will follow in less than a month terrifies you. Not because you will have to be married to a man who you view as a best friend, as a brother, but because from the moment you marry the prince, you will – no you must take a different duty. You no longer will be the ambassador of this country, someone else will be, but you will be soon to be a wife, a mother – something you don’t really want right now, and heaviest of them all – a queen to be. Many girls will kill to be on your place, not only because of the titles, but because of the prince as well – it is a known fact that the prince is a charm in all Twelve cities and many princesses has fallen from his looks, but here you are – just a noble girl with a luck.

You have never wanted to live your life like this, but you can’t complain. Thanks to your work as an ambassador of Syracuse you have helped many people and thanks to your help the king has resolved many problems peacefully between other counties. The past almost ten years have been the most peaceful ones in more than a century thanks to you and your language skills, and you know that you will miss this. Helping and resolving problems has given you some inner peace like you have had some purpose as if your life has meaning.

You have caught yourself being jealous of your soon to be husband many times. Not because of his title or wealth, but because despite the fact that he is the prince he has a freedom on his own. Sabo has travelled many times to many countries, but he has never taken you with him, even thought he knows how much you are longing for the sea and to see the world, he has always declined your please to take you with him, because of how dangerous it is. The only time you are allowed to travel by sailing on a ship is if the prince and the king are with you and the matter behind it is very serious – like a threat for a potential war or something involving peace resolution, other than this you are always stuck in Syracuse.

The first time you have travelled by sea was when you came to Syracuse, and you immediately fell in love with it – everything about the sea is beautiful. It represented so much to you – from freedom to love. The sea is the only thing you have ever fallen deeply in love with, and yet you can’t even explore it and its wonders. That is why you are so jealous of the prince from time to time – he has the freedom to explore the thing you love the most while you are stuck between the borders of Syracuse.

Time passes by quickly and before you know it you must get ready for the upcoming celebration tonight as all the royal and noble families from the Twelve cities are coming to celebrate the return of the book. Putting all important documents away and making sure that everything is in its place in you small library office, a knock on the door interrupts your movements for a moment.

“You can come in.” You call out and wait to see who has come to visit you now.

The door opens and there is no one else standing there than the prince himself. He greets you with a big smile spread cross his face as he enters the small room.

“Sabo.” You smile in return and go to hug him. Your romantic feelings might not be mutual, but you care deeply for the prince and his wellbeing, after all he is your best friend, and you will be lying if you say that you don’t miss him when he is not around.

Sabo wraps his arms around you and pulls you closer to him as he buries his head in your hair. You always smell so good. He wishes he could do this every day and night and he does hope that soon you will allow him to do so, but for now he must be patient. Pulling away from you the prince can’t contain his happiness.

“You won’t believe what happened.” His smile is so big, you doubt that you have ever seen him so happy before.

“What happened?” You return the smile as you wait for him to tell you.

“Not only I manage to bring the Book safety here back in Syracuse, but on my way back I got attacked by pirates and a monster.” Your eyes widen from what he has just told you with such enthusiasm in his voice.

“Sabo are you aright? How is this a hap-” You are not able to finish your sentence as the prince talks over you.

“I’m fine, don’t worry about me.” He brushes you off as he continues with his story. “So, as I was saying, as I am being attack by pirates and you won’t believe who was attacking me.” You don’t have the time to even make a guess when he continues with his excitement. “My brothers – Ace and Luffy, well okay, to be fair Ace attacked me in attempt to steal the Book, but then as we were attacked by the sea monster, he saved my life.” Sabo is walking back and forth in the small office of yours as he is bubbling like a little child about his so-called ‘brothers’.

You have heard plenty of stories about the two mentioned boys. They grew up together even though they were from different backgrounds, they have made a pact to be brothers. But one day they have both disappeared without a trace. It has happened a day after your arrival, so you never had the chance to meet the boys nor to put a face to their names, but to know that after ten years Sabo finally got to meet them again, makes you happy for him. He has missed them so much and you remember how much it hurt him not knowing what happened to them, but after today he might have some piece of peace.

“I’m so happy for you Sabo.” You say with a warm smile placed on your lips as you see the young man in front of you full of happiness.

“And this is not the best part (Y/N), I’m sure that they are coming here tonight, which means that I will finally be able to introduce you to them.” He takes a step closer to you, your leaned form on the desk in the middle of the room, and shakes you excitedly by the shoulders. “This day can’t get better than this.”

You laugh at his excitement. He is like a little kid today, something you don’t get to see frequently.

“So, I’m finally meeting the infamous Portgas D Ace and Monkey D Luffy.” You chuckle as you grab Sabo’s hand and lead him out of your office as you both must start to get ready, as soon the celebration is starting.

“Oh, yes. You are, m’lady.” He chuckles back as you made your way to your separate rooms.

“Wow, I don’t remember the last time that we have docked in Syracuse-yoi.” Marco turns to his captain as they finally harbor on the port of Syracuse. “Oh, wait. We never have.” He cleverly chuckles to annoy his friend.

“You better enjoy it as it will be the last.” Ace laughs as he clears his throat. “Men, listen up.” He calls for his crew and waits for them to gather fast. “Tonight is our big night. We have talked the plan enough so every and each one of you knows what to do.” Swords and weapons are being raised high in the air as a roar of cheers and grunts echoes around. “Now, before the night of fun starts feel free to roam and steal around and of course remember – Fiji is waiting for us.” Another round of cheers erupts on the ship before everyone, one by one, starts jumping off it to the ground of the port.

Ace smirks as he sees his crew taking off by the streets of Syracuse, the place he has been born and raised on the streets – it brings both good and bad memories, but he doesn’t regret leaving the place and living a carefree life, surrounded by his crew and adventurous. Life has been good so far – he has his freedom, he has his crew and everywhere he goes he has women all over him, what else a man, a pirate can dream off more?

“What’s on your mind captain?” His thoughts are being interrupted by Marco, who now stands next to him on the lower deck.

“All the money I plan to spend on women in Fiji, yours?” Ace smirks as he nudges his right hand on the sides.

“How sure are you that this Goddess is going to keep her word-yoi?”

“Can’t know for sure, but we will find out sooner or later.” The young captain pats his most trusted man on the shoulder and starts to make his way off the ship. “Oi, Luffy. Are you coming with me or you are staying with Marco until tonight?” Ace looks at the highest point of the ship – the monkey island as his little brother hangs up there most of the time.

“I’m comin’, I’m comin’.” Shouts back the young black-haired guy as he jumps off the island with ropes all wrapped around him as he lands on his feet in front of his older brother and captain. “Are we going to see Sabo?” He excitedly asks.

“No, we are going to look around to find if the hidden passage they have made for the tower years ago and see if its guarded.” Ace nods with his head for Luffy to follow him before he starts complaining. They are going to see Sabo in a few hours anyway, plus Ace doesn’t want to attract attention from them from now. They just need to be patient for the plan to work out.

The celebration has started, and the open summer ballroom of the castle is full of royal and noble families from all parts of the Twelve cities and close by countries. Music is filling the space as everyone is having conversations – ones are having political conversations, others are whispering gossips, and some are just enjoying the night.

You, as usual, are standing close to the king in case he needs someone to translate something for him. Dressed in a beautiful teal blue dress that hugs every curve on your body with gold jewelers placed around your neck, wrists and ears you are looking stunning tonight. Some nobles’ sons and a few princes have already come your way to try to win your heart, but Sabo is quick to be by your side and politely cut them off by announcing that you are his beloved fiancé. While it is nice to have Sabo saving you from awkward conversations it is also a little painful for you to be reminded of you arranged marriage with him, not because you don’t love him, but because you love him as a friend, not as a lover.

“Are you having fun?” Sabo whispers in your ear as you make your way close to the king, hand in hand.

“Yes, of course, I do. How about you?” You slightly tilt your head to take a better look at him.

“Fantastic.” He answers, but you notice that his eyes are moving all around the place.

“Are they not here yet?”

“No, not yet. I hope that my gut feeling is right and that they will show up.” He finally looks at you with a small smile spread across his face. “Have I told you that you look stunning tonight?”

“No, but you just did.” You say as a little laugher leaves your lips. “Let’s go to your father, he is about to make a toast.” You pull him with you as you still have your hand intertwined with his.

“For as long as I can remember, I have dreamed of this moment.” The king starts with his speech and now everyone’s attention is on him. “The sacred treasure that has protected us for thousands of years and it was lost for a moment is now back in Syracuse and I can’t be more prouder as of right now.” A loud round of applause goes around the ballroom. “A toast - to my son Sabo, soon to be king, the Book of Peace, and all Twelve cities – cheers.” The king raises his hand in the air and everyone cheers. You stand by Sabo and clap with your hands as you feel pride taking over you with seeing how proud the king is of his son and how proud you are of your dearest friend, you can’t be anything else but happy for him. He will make a fine king one day, after all - if your biggest love is the sea, then he is definitely Syracuse and the Twelve cities.

The round of applause and cheers is cut short as the royal guards yelled at everyone to make way for them as something is happening or rather someone has arrived. Gasps and whispers fill the ballroom as all eyes are focused on the entrance.

“You see? This is what happens when you use the front entrance?” Ace looks over his shoulder at his crew as they all share laughter at the pointed swords in their faces.

“What is he doing here?” The king is quick to recognize the face of his son’s long lost mischievous friend as they both made his way to him and the guards. He had always kept an eye on Ace and the little one, which name he had forgotten, when they were children. The king never mid his son having friends from the lower classes, but these two boys were and still are menaces, so from all days of the year why today, after ten years why do they have to come back today of all days.

“At least he is not out there robbing someone.” Sabo pats his father on the back as he laughs at the king’s face expression once he hears his son’s words.

“That is because everyone worth robbing is here.” He says stunned but is too late as his son has already made his way to the now grown up dark haired man, who doesn’t even bother to put on a shirt, instead he is standing with only short pants which reaches his knees – all shirtless.

Seeing that Sabo is about to make his way to them, Ace smirks at the guard. “Bet you ten crowns you’re about to put these swords down.”

“I’ll take that bet.” The guard grunts at his face with his sword coming even closer to Ace’s face.

“Guards – put away your swords.” The prince calls behind them. They have no choice but to retreat as they make their way for the prince. The prince thanks them then he turns to Ace with a chuckle. “I don’t see you for ten years and now I see you twice in one day.” He jokingly scoffs. Sabo is so happy that his once brothers finally showed up tonight. “You are smothering me.” The blonde prince high five Ace and then Luffy who stood next to his captain and brother.

“What can I say.” Ace shrugs as he half lifts his hands in the air. “I just knew you want to thank me for saving you… again.” He says as he hits the prince on his shoulder. Sabo is quick to throw his hand over Ace’s shoulder as he pulls the pirate to follow him. “You probably heard that there is free food and drinks.”

“You hear this guys? Food and drinks are on the prince.” Ace calls over his shoulder. “Get to work.” He mouths to his crew and from all of them only Marco nods as he is the only one paying attention to Ace right now. Before the rest of the guys can enter the ballroom, they are stopped by the guards for their weapons.

“Eat and drink as much as you want, especially you Luffy.” Sabo turns around and winks at his younger brother, with whom he plans to catch up later, but first he needs to introduce Ace to someone special. Making their way into the ballroom, Ace isn’t really paying attention to the blonde man who is dragging him by the arm as he is too focused on observing their surrounding and thinking of the best time to give his crew the signal to start moving with their plan. “Here she is. I have told her all about you.”

This is the sentence that brings Ace back to reality, and he curses himself for it. In front of him stands the most stunning and beautiful woman he has ever seen, now grown up. The teal dress that you wear compliments your skin color and hair perfectly and the jewelry around your body only adding to your beauty. You are as beautiful if not even more beautiful than the first and the last time Ace saw you ten years ago. His breath gets caught in his lungs and he doesn’t know what to say.

Hearing Sabo behind you as you are talking to one of the noble women here tonight, you excuse yourself and turn around with a big smile across your face. In front of you are standing the prince and the man you have heard so many stories for, but you surly never imagine him looking like this. Borad, muscular and well-defined upper body, which he didn’t even bother to cover with a shirt or something, same high as Sabo, but somehow looking bigger standing next to him. His hair raven black and messy. A man who catches the eye, but also one who screams trouble.

“Ace, I would like to introduce you to my fiancé, the Lady (Y/N), the ambassador from Thrace and now Syracuse.” Sabo lets go of Ace and takes place right next to you.

“So, this is the infamous Portgas D Ace, I have been hearing all along all these years.” You chuckle with a playful smile. “First you tried to rob Sabo and then you saved his life.” Seeing the man frozen in front of you, you try your best to break the ice in him. “So, which are you, a thief or a hero?” You tease him, but Sabo jumps in to explain to you, taking your attention away from the charming pirate.

“Ace wanted to give me an opportunity to thank…” He cuts himself as he turns back to Ace only to find out he has left, and he is nowhere to be found. “Him…” You both look around confused about how he managed to disappear so fast.

On the other side of the room, his crew and dog Spike are taking the generosity of the prince by stacking every piece of food they can find. Spike has already demolished one of the tables filled with food, while Luffy has stacked all different kinds of meat and fish around himself.

“Eight months on the sea with nothing but pickles and eggs-” He is talking the ear off of some royal prince as the noble looks with fear and disgust at the darked haired pirate boy. “I’m telling you.” Luffy continues with his mouth full of food. “You don’t know what this can do to a man.” His eyes shift for a second and he sees his brother approaching. Taking a step back as Ace is close to him, Luffy whispers to him. “Oh, Ace. It’s almost too easy.” Looking around to make sure no one hears them he continues. “There’s only a handful of guards. We will be able to take them down qu-”

“Forget it.” Ace cuts him off. “Let’s get back to the ship.” He murmurs under his breath as he leaves the ballroom.

Marco, who joined them just a second ago, looks at his captain in disbelief. What has changed all of a sudden. “Just like that? But the Book is almost ours.” Turning around with Luffy, both look at the direction where Ace has just come from. There they see you and Sabo standing next to each other, looking confused around. “Oh.” Marco breaths out as the realization hits him.

“Wh-what?” Luffy’s eyes shift between the couple and Marco. “Who is she?”

“You don’t know?” Marco asks surprised.

“Ace doesn’t speak with me about his girlfriends. Is this an old one or somethin’?”

“I’m afraid it’s not that simple-yoi.” Shaking his head Marco nods to Luffy to follow him. “Let’s go”. Making their way back to the entrance and ready to leave Marco calls for Thatch, who is still putting his weapons away for the guards to take.

“What? I-I just put the w-” He groans as no one is listening to him and takes all his weapons back. Before they leave Marco whistles for Spike to follow them and the dog runs immediately after his owner’s right hand.

On top of the ballroom’s rooftop unbeknown to anyone the Goddess of Chaos – Eris is sitting and enjoying the little show everyone has put out for her.

“Oh, this is just too easy.” She wickedly chuckles before disappearing into the tin air.

Time has passed and everyone in the ballroom has gotten a bit tipsy. You as an ambassador can’t afford to do such thing, as you represent your country and Sabo’s, so you have no choice but to be sober, thankfully the prince is on the same page as you tonight, so he has made you company all night long.

“Come with me.” He whispers in your ear as he takes your hand in his and leads you to the big terrace outside the ballroom. You follow him and when you finally step outside, you try your best to lift his mood up, as you have noticed that since the pirate and his crew have left without saying goodbye to him again, it has affected him.

“Look at it this way.” You chuckle. “Now that Ace is gone your father can finally relax and enjoy the evening.” This made the prince laugh as you made your way to the stone crafted railings of the terrace.

“Well, you’re right about that.” Sabo continues to laugh. Leaning on the railings with his back facing the beautiful night sky in front of you, he fixes his eyes on his father, who is trying to dance with some of the nobles in the ballroom. “He is trying not to show it, but he is so proud of having the Book back in Syracuse.” You have leaned on the railing with your elbows on it, so you have to look over your shoulder to see the king struggling to dance. A giggle escapes past your lips at the sight of the king. “He has been dreaming of this day his whole life and it’s such a big and heavy responsibility.”

And in fact, it is – whichever kingdom posses the power of the Book of Peace, is the one who gets to rule all over the Twelve cities. The Book has been lost in the past thirty years but now that Syracuse was the one to found it, all the responsibilities for it and its power are in the hands of the king, which is soon to be Sabo.

“And soon it will be your responsibility.” You smile at him as he looks at you.

“Our responsibility.” He is quick to correct you. Placing his hand gently on your shoulder, he turns around and leans with his hand on the terrace railing. Looking up at the tower where the Book is being protected by the kingdom he sighs with satisfaction, seeing it lighting up everything around from the high tower.

You on the other hand can’t stop admiring the beauty of the horizon in front of you and the calm night sea. The world is so big and beautiful, full of wonders, yet you have barely seen a grain of sand of it. “Our responsibility.” – Sabo’s words echo in your mind. You don’t want this. You never did or will. But there is no choice for you, your faith has nothing to do with your choices and this pains your heart. Sometimes you wish you were born a man, maybe then you would have a saying in how things would turn in your life. But you are not a man, you are a woman and all you can do right now is admiring the beauty and the freedom of the sea from away.

“It’s beautiful.” You breath out, lost in your dreams for adventures and wonders of the world.

“It is.” Sabo agrees with you. “My father has spent years preparing it for the return of the Book.” He points out at the tower where the Book is. “There are guards on every level and if you look up to th-” He finally looks at you and seeing your playfully raised eyebrow, he realizes his mistake. “Oh, you mean the sea.”

“Of course I mean the sea, silly. I mean look at it.” You take a deep breath in and out before your eyes land on it again. “I’ve only wished, I have seen more of it, you know. I used to imagine, to dream about sailing far beyond the Twelve cities and discover the world beyond them.” Taking in the view in front of you, you can’t contain yourself as you point with your hand at it. “Oh, look at it, Sabo.” It is so silly of you to miss and mourn over something you have never experienced or had, but you couldn’t contain this pain and want to explore in you anymore. Not when your time is slowly ticking. “There’s so much wonder which I will never discover.”

“(Y/N).” The prince reaches with his hand and turns you around to look at him. It hurts him that he can’t give you the one thing you have always dreamed of, but if he could one day he will make it possible for you. Gesturing you to sit on the stone crafted bench next to the stone column covered with flowers, Sabo gets on his knee once you sit down. “Our marriage was arranged many years ago and it’s away been expected from us to get married, but politics is not a reason to be with someone.” You know where this is going, and your heart is increasing its pulse. “I don’t want you to do this just because it’s your duty. I want you to want this as much as I want it.” Taking a deep breath in before continuing Sabo also takes your hand in his, running his thumb over your knuckles. “I’m asking you for myself now.” Clearing his throat, he looks you in the eyes. “(Y/N) will you marry me?”

You want to scream and run the moment these words leave his mouth. It is hard for you to still accept the fact that your marriage is arranged and no matter what it can’t be broken but having him dropping on one knee and asking you to marry him, now knowing how he feels towards you and not being mutual tears you apart.

“Sabo, I-I…” You start with a trembling voice, but thanks to all Gods out there before you can finish your sentence you are being interrupted by the king himself.

“(Y/N) my dear, please come I need your help.” He comes running towards you as he grabs you by the hand, making you stand up from the bench. “I think the diligent form Manoli are trying to give a toast, but they do something weird with their knees.” He starts to jump on one leg in an attempt to imitate what the diligence of Manoli is doing. “Please, I need my best ambassador for this.”

“Of course, Sire.” You say as you follow him immediately, doing your best to avoid looking at the prince as you go after his father.

The Book of Peace is placed in the highest tower in Syracuse build for it to be protected from any harms. There are guards on every level, and it is said that this tower is impossible to berg in – if you are a human, not if you are a Goddess.

Dancing in the shadows the Goddess of Chaos is slowly but steady making her way to the top of the tower where the Book lays peacefully. There is only one royal guard guarding it, so it will be like taking candy from a baby for a being like Eris to steal the Book.

Taking some of the fire lit lights off in, her shadow like form, she catches the guard’s attention. He drags his sword out and looks around, but nothing seems suspicious to him. Taking a quick look at the Book he puts his sword back. While he admires the Book, behind him Eris appears again and takes off the light of two more lit lights making him turn around.

“Who is there?” The guard screams and drags his sword out again.

Having enough playing cat and mouse, Eris shifts her body into Ace’s and drags her dragger out before emerging from the shadows.

“Portgas.” The guard screams and attacks the makeshift body of Ace, only to be knocked out by the overly powered Goddess with one punch in the face.

Making her way to the Book of Peace she drops her dragger next to the knocked-out guard’s face as she changes back to her original form. “I love playing pretend.” She wickedly chuckles as she shifts her body to where the Book stands. “All the pieces are coming together.” She says while taking the Book in her hands and lifting it in the air and closing it, making chaos erupt in a matter of seconds.

You are in the middle of a conversation with the ambassador from Manoli when you feel the ground under you shaking. Before you know it, everything erupts in chaos. Everything around you starts to shake and collapse. You hear your name being called by the prince and you quickly find him in the chaos of people running around. Making your way to him you notice that the tower where the Book is being placed is no more lit by its power.

“Sabo, the Book.” You say once you reach him. Looking at the tower, terror takes over the prince’s face as the realization hits him. Someone has stolen the Book of Peace.

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FIERCE ALLEGIANCE

Chapter 10: Warpath

Summary: Tensions rise as the tournament reaches its breaking point, with unexpected victories and shocking twists shaking both sides. As alliances shift and stakes grow higher, a new challenge forces the fighters—and their senseis—to confront more than just their opponents. In the shadows, dangerous games are being played, and one wrong move could change everything.

The energy was unreal.

Tory stood across from Zara, both fighters locked in a stare-down. The Iron Dragon girl had a wicked smirk, but Tory? Tory just cracked her neck and got to work.

From the first hit, it was a war. Zara was fast, aggressive, and calculated—trained by Wolf himself—but Tory fought like she had nothing to lose. Like she was ready to break someone. And when she finally landed that last brutal strike, knocking a tooth clean out of Zara’s mouth, the match was over.

Tory Nichols was the Girls' Champion.

The Cobra Kai section erupted. Y/N barely had time to react before Tory grabbed her in a tight, bone-crushing hug. "Holy shit!" Y/N laughed, hugging her back. Tory grinned, breathing heavy. "That bitch was tough." Devon ran up, eyes wide. "Dude, you knocked out her tooth!" "I’m keeping it as a trophy," Tory joked, winking. Y/N was about to respond when she caught sight of Wolf. He was livid.

Jaw clenched, nostrils flaring, barely containing the rage simmering just beneath the surface. Zara had been one of his best, and she’d lost. Y/N quickly looked away. Not her problem. Tory was her friend, and this was her win. But the celebration was short-lived.

"Next match—Miguel Diaz vs. Axel Kovacevic!" The arena exploded into cheers as Miguel and Axel stepped onto the mat. "Shit," Sam muttered beside Y/N. "This is gonna be intense." Y/N folded her arms. "Axel’s a machine. Miguel needs to be careful."

"Careful isn’t gonna cut it," Devon pointed out. "Axel fights like he’s trying to kill someone." "Yeah, well," Y/N said, watching Miguel bounce on his feet, looking focused as hell, "Miguel’s got something Axel doesn’t."

Sam glanced at her. "And that is?" "Johnny Lawrence in his corner." The fight was brutal. Miguel and Axel were evenly matched, trading hit after hit. The crowd was losing it. But then—

"FINISH HIM." Wolf’s voice cut through the chaos like a blade. Y/N froze. Axel hesitated. His hands clenched. Wolf’s glare burned into him.

"You know what to do," Wolf snapped. The whole dojo went quiet. Axel didn’t move. Wolf’s fists curled. "DO IT." Axel refused. And that split second was all Miguel needed. A clean shot. Axel went down. Cobra Kai won.

The arena exploded. Johnny lifted Miguel off the ground, the team losing their minds. Y/N screamed with them, jumping up and down with Tory and Devon. But across the mat, Wolf was motionless. Axel didn’t look at him. Y/N’s stomach twisted. She knew exactly what was waiting for Axel later. Then the announcer called for silence.

“With the scores now tied, we move to the final match—the Senseis.”

Everything stopped.

Y/N turned immediately, eyes snapping to Wolf. He was already looking at Johnny. The air was suffocating. Johnny cracked his knuckles. "Well, shit." Wolf tilted his head, that unreadable look in his eyes. Then, he smiled. And it wasn’t a nice one.

Y/N didn’t know what she was thinking when she showed up at his door.

Well—no. She did.

She wanted to see him. Needed to see him.

The apartment he was renting was ridiculous. Expensive, modern, the kind of place that screamed I have money and anger issues.

She knocked once. Then again. The door swung open, and there he was—Wolf. And he looked pissed. His jaw was tight, his expression unreadable, but the way his eyes darkened when he saw her? That said everything.

"You shouldn’t be here," he said flatly. Y/N ignored the way her stomach flipped. "Yeah, well. I am." His grip on the doorframe tightened. "I don’t wanna see you right now."

"Too bad." Before he could stop her, she pushed past him, stepping inside like she owned the place. Wolf exhaled sharply, turning to face her. "You just do whatever the hell you want, huh?" "Pretty much."

They stood there, silent, tense, waiting. And then—she grabbed him. Fingers curling around the back of his neck, pulling him down, crashing her lips against his.

Wolf grunted against her mouth, startled for half a second before he kissed her back. Harder. Rougher. Like he was pissed off and trying to prove a point.

His hands found her waist, dragging her closer, deepening the kiss until all she could do was hold onto him, breath hitching as his grip tightened. "You drive me insane," he muttered against her lips, voice low, rough, wrecked. Y/N smirked. "Good." And then he kissed her again—hard enough to steal her breath.

She pulled back just enough to catch her breath, lips bruised and swollen, a satisfied smirk tugging at her mouth.

"You miss me?" she teased, her voice light, playful, but her eyes searched his face, looking for the truth.

Wolf just stared at her, breathing heavy, his jaw tight like he was fighting something—maybe himself.

Then, without a word, he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her back in.

Y/N let out a breathless laugh before his lips crashed into hers again, desperate, consuming. "You’re a pain in my ass," he muttered between kisses. "You love it." He chuckled darkly, nipping at her bottom lip, making her gasp. His hands tightened on her hips. "Yeah," he admitted, voice low, rough. "I do."

The second he said it, Y/N froze.

She pulled back just enough to look at him, her breath still uneven, heart pounding.

Wolf exhaled sharply, already regretting it. He wasn’t the kind of guy who admitted things—not like that.

Y/N searched his face, lips still tingling from his kiss.

Then, quieter this time—"What are we doing?"

Wolf’s jaw clenched.

Y/N let out a slow breath, her hands still resting against his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall beneath her fingers.

"I don’t know," she admitted, voice softer now. Less teasing.

Wolf’s grip on her tightened. Not enough to hurt, but enough to let her know he didn’t want her stepping away.

He exhaled, tilting his head slightly, watching her. His usual smirk was gone—no cocky remarks, no sharp edge. Just him.

"You tell me," he muttered.

Y/N blinked. "What?"

Wolf licked his lips, jaw tight like he was fighting something in his head. "You’re the one that showed up," he pointed out. "You kissed me. So what the hell are we doing?"

Y/N stared at him. "You think I have an answer for that?" "Would be nice," he muttered, dragging a hand over his face before letting it drop. She frowned, pulling back just a little. "Do you want me here?"

Wolf’s eyes flashed. "What kind of question is that?" "A fair one," she shot back. He inhaled sharply, looking away, frustrated. Not with her, not really—with himself.

"You make shit complicated," he finally said, voice lower. Y/N raised a brow. "And you don’t?" He let out a humorless chuckle, shaking his head. "No, I do. But I’m used to it."

She studied him for a second, taking him in. The way his fists clenched at his sides, the way his eyes kept flicking to her lips like he wanted to kiss her again but was stopping himself. "Complicated doesn’t mean bad," she said quietly. Wolf scoffed. "It never means good, either."

A silence stretched between them, heavy, filled with unspoken shit. Y/N bit her lip. "So what now?" Wolf let out a slow breath, eyes searching hers. Then—"I don’t know." And for some reason, that felt like the realest thing he’d ever said.

Wolf’s jaw tensed. His hands curled into fists at his sides, like he was trying not to react, trying to keep himself in check.

Y/N held his gaze, refusing to back down. “Wolf, I want this thing between us to be something, to be real, but you’re not letting that happen.” She exhaled, her voice softer now, but still firm. “Why are you so afraid of letting me in?”

Wolf scoffed, shaking his head. “I’m not afraid.”

Y/N arched a brow. “Then what is it?”

His silence was an answer in itself.

For the first time, Wolf wasn’t looking at her with his usual sharp, cocky smirk. No teasing, no snide remarks. Just something raw in his eyes.

He swallowed hard, rolling his shoulders like he was physically trying to shake off whatever the hell was going through his head.

“This shit doesn’t work,” he muttered, finally meeting her gaze again. “People want things, they need things, and eventually, someone lets go. Or they change their mind.” He exhaled sharply. “And I don’t need that.” Y/N frowned. “You think I’d just leave?”

“I think you should,” he admitted, voice low, rough. “Would make things easier.” Her chest tightened at that. “For who?” Wolf let out a humorless laugh. “You.” Y/N shook her head. “That’s bullshit.”

“Is it?” “Yes.” They stood there, staring each other down, like neither of them wanted to be the first to break.

Then, Y/N stepped closer. Close enough that she could feel the heat radiating off him, close enough that if he moved even a little, their lips would touch again. “I’m still here,” she said, soft but sure. “I want to be here.”

Wolf inhaled slowly, watching her, studying her, like he was trying to figure out if she was telling the truth. Then—almost like he didn’t want to—he let out a slow breath and rested his forehead against hers.

“I hate how much I like you,” he muttered, voice gravelly, wrecked. Y/N smiled a little, tilting her head. “Good.” Wolf huffed a quiet laugh. “Brat.” And then—finally—he cupped the back of her neck and kissed her again.

A sudden knock on the door. Once. Twice. Sharp. Deliberate.

Y/N felt Wolf’s body go rigid against her, his grip on her tightening just slightly before he pulled away completely, his expression shifting into something colder—something she didn’t like.

Then— "Feng, it's me." Silver.

The voice was smooth, calm—too calm. But Y/N could hear the quiet edge beneath it, like a knife just waiting to be drawn. Her stomach dropped. Wolf didn’t move. Didn’t breathe.

For the first time, she saw it—real fear. Not the kind you show in a fight, not the kind that sparks adrenaline. Something deeper. Something that settled in his bones. Y/N swallowed hard, her pulse hammering.

Wolf slowly turned his head toward the door, jaw tight, his entire body coiled like a predator backed into a corner. Another knock. More impatient this time. "Come on, open up." Y/N’s fingers curled into fists. She looked at Wolf, but he wasn’t looking at her anymore. He was somewhere else entirely.

Y/N’s blood ran cold.

She barely registered the way her breath hitched, the way her entire body stiffened—because all she could focus on was the voice on the other side of that door.

Silver.

Something about it felt wrong. Too smooth. Too controlled. Like he already knew he was getting in—whether Wolf opened the door or not.

She swallowed hard, looking up at Wolf. He saw it immediately. The fear. The way her fingers trembled slightly at her sides, the way her breath came quicker, shallower.

His expression shifted. The tension in his jaw eased just enough for him to lean down and press a firm, lingering kiss to her forehead. "Go hide," he murmured against her skin. Y/N hesitated, gripping his shirt. “Wolf—”

“Now.” His voice was low, rough, but not unkind. His hands squeezed her waist, just for a second—one last silent reassurance—before he pulled away completely. Another knock. Louder this time. "Don’t keep me waiting, Feng." Y/N’s heart pounded.

She took one last look at Wolf—his face unreadable now, all emotion locked away—before she turned and slipped into the nearest room, pressing herself into the darkness just as Wolf unlocked the door.

Wolf's POV:

Two knocks. Slow. Measured. I already knew who it was.

"Feng, it’s me."

Silver.

I clenched my jaw, rolling my neck once before unlocking the door. Made sure I didn’t glance back. If I did, if I saw her hiding in the shadows, I’d give it all away.

The door swung open, and there he stood—that knowing smirk, the gleam in his eye. A wolf in a suit, always ready to sink his teeth in.

"You took your time."

I didn’t answer right away. Just shrugged like I didn’t give a shit. "Was in the shower."

A slow, heavy pause. Then a chuckle. Cold. Calculated.

"You never were a good liar, Feng."

My grip tightened on the door. Steady. Controlled.

Don’t look back.

"Let’s go inside."

Not a question. A command.

I stepped back, keeping my movements loose, casual. The door shut with a quiet click behind him. And then—another set of footsteps.

Dennis.

I didn’t react. Didn’t tense. That’s what he wanted. A tell. A crack.

Silver wandered further in, running his fingers over the counter like he owned the place. Like he owned me.

"I don’t like being lied to, Feng."

Here it comes.

Dennis made a move toward the bedroom hallway, his boots heavy against the floor.

"Dennis, be a good sport and check the rooms, would you?"

My head snapped up, voice sharp. "I said there’s no one here."

He kept walking.

That’s when I moved. Just enough. Stepping into his path. Not a challenge. Not outright. But a wall.

Dennis held up his hands like he wasn’t about to press his luck.

Then—he let out a short laugh. "You’re lucky I’m lazy, man." He turned back, throwing Silver a look. "Place is clean."

I exhaled slowly.

"Told you."

Silver didn’t react. Didn’t argue. Just smiled and poured himself a drink. Unbothered. Too unbothered.

That’s when I knew.

"Come. Sit."

I didn’t move right away. Didn’t want to. But I did. Slowly. Unrushed.

Dennis leaned against the wall, arms crossed, watching. Always watching.

Silver took a slow sip. Then he leaned forward.

"Do whatever it takes."

I didn’t blink. Didn’t react.

"Take them down."

Yeah. That much I knew.

It was what came next that almost made me slip.

Silver shifted closer, dropping his voice to something only I could hear.

"I know Y/N is here."

A slow sip of his drink. Then a small smile. Like we were sharing some private joke.

Like he hadn’t just put a gun to my head.

I didn’t move. Didn’t blink. Didn’t give him shit.

Just let the moment hang, heavy in the air.

Then Silver pulled back, his smirk widening. That’s what he wanted. The tension. The power.

"We’ll be in touch."

He stood. Dennis pushed off the wall, following. The door shut behind them.

I waited. Counted to ten. Then twenty.

I let out a slow breath.

Then—"Come out."

She stepped forward, eyes wide, breath unsteady.

And I lost it.

I pulled her in, held her tight, my hand curling over the back of her head as I pressed my lips to her hair. Eyes shut.

I could still hear Silver’s voice in my head. Still feel the weight of his words.

If he had found her—

No.

I pulled back, tilting her chin up. Her eyes searched mine. I didn’t like what I saw. Fear. Worry. For me.

I exhaled, voice rough. "You’re not leaving my sight, baby. Ever."

She swallowed, trying to play it off. "That bad, huh?"

I didn’t answer. Just brushed my thumb along her jaw.

She didn’t press. Just reached up, curling her arms around my neck.

I closed my eyes, breathed her in.

She was still here.

Still mine.

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A/N: What do you think about me adding more of Wolf's POV's to the next chapters???

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melanchoire · 2 days ago

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Request: Your girlfriend, Rei has been working tirelessly all day in preparation for IVE’s comeback . So, when she returns home, you decide to treat her to a nice massage but it turns into something more as your hands just feel too good massaging her, Rei had other ideas of what they could be doing. Thank you, I appreciate it.

AFTER HOURS ──── naoi rei.

── ( ☕ ) as rei collapses into your arms, exhausted from perfecting every detail of ive’s comeback, a caring massage is your way of showing appreciation, but the heat radiating from her skin, mingled with her suggestive glances, signals that tonight’s agenda includes a new kind of choreography, one where your hands explore a different rhythm altogether.

pairing. sub!girlfriend!rei x soft dom!girlfriend!fem reader

warning(s). cunnilingus, fingering, making out, pet names, titsucking.

word count. 2,7k

as she stepped out of the van, rei felt the cool winter breeze tugging playfully at her coat, a stark contrast to the warmth she expected to feel from celebrating another year of life. the announcement had come as a surprise: an album release on her special day. she had envisioned a simple celebration with family and friends, perhaps a small gathering with homemade cake and laughter, but she would be thrust into the whirlwind of promotional activities and performances instead of a cozy celebration with her loved ones.

with a resigned sigh, she entered the building, letting the familiar scent of polished floors and faint perfume wash over her. it was a scent that had become her second skin over the years, a constant reminder of her life as an idol. rei pressed the button for the floor where her apartment was located, allowing herself a moment of quiet reflection. she leaned back against the elevator wall, eyes closed, feeling the weight of the world pressing against her eyelids.

the irony of her situation didn’t escape her; she was grateful for the love and support from her fans, for the thrill of being on stage with her fellow members of ive. but every time a comeback loomed, the toll it took on her spirit became harder to ignore. the excitement of a new album was often overshadowed by the exhaustion that followed.

when the elevator dinged, rei stepped out and walked down the hallway to her apartment, each step heavy with the exhaustion of the day. the familiar sight of her door brought a flicker of comfort, she fished her keys from her pocket and hurriedly unlocked it, stepping inside to the warm aroma of dinner simmering on the stove — the inviting aroma of simmering vegetables and seasoned meat greeted her, instantly putting her at ease.

you were in the kitchen, a steady presence that she cherished amidst the whirlwind of her idol life.

“you’re home!” you called from the kitchen, not yet turning around. the sound of pots clanging and the hiss of steam filled the air, creating a comforting backdrop. you had always known how to make her feel welcome. “hi sweetheart.” you called out, your voice melodic and warm, but you kept your back to her as you plated the food.

rei mumbled a soft greeting, her energy depleted. she tossed her coat and bag onto the couch, her mind drifting back to the day’s events. instead of wrapping her arms around you and teasing you as she usually would, she shuffled to a chair at the table, slumping into it as if the very act of sitting was a monumental task.

you turned to look at her then, and the smile on your face faded into concern. rei wasn’t her usual vibrant self; instead, her eyes were slightly dull, and the spark that often lit her face was dimmed.

noticing the change in her demeanor, you finished plating dinner before stepping out from behind the counter. the fatigue etched into her features tugged at your heart. rei, usually so bubbly and full of life, looked like a wilted flower, her vibrant spirit dulled by exhaustion.

“long day?” you asked, moving to set down the plates and utensils. you tried to keep your voice light, but the weight of the moment pressed down.

“more like a long week.” she replied, the hint of a smile finally breaking through her tiredness. “two title songs and practice every day. i’m not sure how much more i can take.”

“you’ll get through it. you always do.” you reassured her, trying to give her some comfort.

she sighed heavily, nodding. “you could say that. two title tracks this time… i thought maybe i’d have the day off for my birthday, but the company had other plans.”

“right, the comeback.” without a word, you approached her, standing behind her chair. you placed your hands gently on her shoulders, feeling the knots of tension under your fingers. rei sighed, a small sound of relief escaping her lips as she leaned into your touch. she stretched her legs beneath the table, a soft moan escaping as you kneaded her sore muscles.

a low, satisfied sigh escaped her lips, and she relaxed into your touch. the tension in her muscles was palpable, and as you kneaded away the knots, you couldn’t help but notice how much she needed this moment—this simple act of care amidst her busy life.

“tell me about your day.” you prompted, your fingers working gently but firmly.

rei lifted her head, looking up at you, her expression still clouded by fatigue. “we had back–to–back practices for rebel heart and attitude. the choreography is funny and you can enjoy being on stage while performing, but both songs are focused on vocals and hard to reach notes while you’re dancing, and i’m just… tired. i wanted to enjoy my free time tonight, but it feels like a chore instead.”

you paused, feeling the weight of her words. it was a night that was meant to be joyful, but instead, it had morphed into another obligation in a never–ending cycle of work. you continued the massage, hoping to ease some of her worries as well as her fatigue.

“do you want to skip the promotions tomorrow?” you suggested tentatively, unsure how she would respond. “we could order in and watch movies. it would be like a pre–birthday party, just the two of us.”

rei’s face brightened for a brief moment before reality washed over her. “no, i can’t. i have to be there, for the fans. they’re so supportive, and i can’t let them down.”

“i get that.” you said, feeling a pang of frustration for her situation. “but you also deserve to take a break. maybe just for tonight? you can always go back to being the idol tomorrow.”

she contemplated for a moment, biting her lip as her expression shifted. “what if i told you i had another way in mind that you could help me? since you’re feeling so charitable today.” a smirk tugged at her lips, the mischief lighting a spark in her eyes that had been absent just moments before.

“rei, what are you—” you began, but she turned her chair to face you fully, leaning closer with a teasing grin.

rei leaned back slightly, her head tilting to the side, a playful glint in her eyes. “you know, maybe there’s another way you could use those hands to help with my tiredness.” she teased, her smile widening.

her flirtation surprised you, but it also warmed your heart. rei’s ability to turn her exhaustion into playful banter was one of the many reasons you loved her. “oh really?” you countered, feigning innocence. “and what do you have in mind?”

her gaze locked onto yours, and for a moment, the air between you crackled with an unspoken understanding. “you know i love it when you take care of me.” she whispered, leaning forward even more, her eyes sparkling.

and that’s how you ended up here.

later that night, you found yourself lounging on your bed, the dim lamp casting an intimate glow over the scene. the room was filled with the clink of ice cubes in glasses and the faint, lingering scent of tequila. rei reclined on your bed, looking like a dark–haired goddess in a lacy black bra and matching panties that left little to the imagination. her skin glowed from the alcohol and her eyes were hazy with lust.

she watched you through half–lidded eyes as you crawled towards her, a wicked smile playing on her full lips. you settled yourself between her thighs, pushing them apart to expose the damp lace covering her most intimate area. rei let out a shaky sigh of pleasure as you leaned in, your breath ghosting over her heated skin.

“i’ve been waiting for this all day…” she breathed, her fingers taking a handful of your hair, tangling her fingers between your fingers and holding them in her digits. she guided you closer, until your lips were a mere hairsbreadth away from her clothed sex.

“taste me.” she commanded softly, her voice dripping with desperation and need. “i want to feel that pretty mouth on my pussy. now.”

with a shudder of anticipation, you pressed your mouth against the damp lace, feeling the scorching heat of her core. rei gasped sharply, her hips bucking up against your lips. you could taste her arousal seeping through the fabric, and it spurred you on. hooking your fingers in the delicate lace, you slowly peeled her panties down her long legs, revealing the glistening pink folds of her pussy.

“oh god, yes… finally.” rei whimpered, spreading her thighs even wider in wanton invitation. Her scent filled your nostrils — the musky aroma of pure feminine arousal. unable to resist any longer, you leaned in and dragged the flat of your tongue along her slit, savoring her tangy essence.

rei let out a strangled moan, her back arching off the bed as your tongue caressed her most sensitive flesh. her fingers tightened in your hair, nails digging into your scalp as she held you in place.

“oh fuck, baby! your tongue feels incredible…” she gasped out, grinding her hips against your face. you could feel the slick heat of her arousal coating your lips and chin as you explored her intimate landscape.

emboldened by her enthusiastic response, you delved deeper, plunging your tongue inside her tight channel. rei’s thighs clamped around your head, trapping you in the warm, humid haven of her sex. her intoxicating scent and taste filled your senses, making your head spin with lust.

“y-yes! just like that! you’re doing so well for me.” rei cried out, her voice rising in pitch as her pleasure mounted. her hips undulated sensually, riding your tongue as it plundered her depths. you could feel her inner muscles fluttering and clenching around the invading muscle, growing tighter and more desperate.

rei’s free hand flew to her bra, unclasping it with deft fingers. her plump, perfect breasts spilled free, the dusky nipples already stiff with arousal. she palmed the soft mounds roughly, pinching and rolling the sensitive peaks between her fingers. the erotic sight of her pleasuring herself as you ate her out only heightened your own desire.

spurred on by rei’s wanton moans and the erotic sight of her groping her own breasts, you decided to double your efforts to bring her to the pinnacle of ecstasy. releasing her dripping sex temporarily, you kissed and licked your way up her taut stomach, leaving a glistening trail of her own arousal. rei shivered and mewled beneath you, her chest heaving with each ragged breath.

reaching the swell of her breasts, you paused to admire their perfection — round, full, and topped with soft nipples that begged to be suckled. unable to resist, you leaned down and drew one stiff peak into your hot mouth, swirling your tongue around the sensitive flesh. rei cried out sharply, her fingers tangling almost painfully in your hair as she held you to her breast.

as you suckled and showered her nipple with devoted attention, your other hand slid back down her quivering body. your fingers found her soaked folds, slipping easily between the swollen lips. rei was dripping wet, arousal trickling down to coat her inner thighs. you circled her entrance teasingly before plunging two fingers deep inside her tight channel.

“oh god, honey! yes, yes, fuck me with your fingers!” rei keened, her voice breaking with pleasure. her hips bucked wildly, trying to take your digits deeper into her needy sex. you obliged her, pumping your fingers in and out of her slick passage as you continued to suckle and nip at her breasts.

rei was lost in a haze of sensation, her body writhing beneath your ministrations. you could feel her growing tighter and more desperate around your plunging fingers, her juices flooding your hand as you fingered her. her climax was rapidly approaching, and you were determined to make it a mind–blowing one.

rei’s moans grew louder and more urgent as you skillfully worked her body, your fingers pumping in and out of her soaked, clenching sex. her hips undulated in time with your thrusts, grinding against your hand, silently begging for more. you curled your fingers just so, stroking that special spot deep inside that made her see stars.

“a-ah! oh fuck—! don’t stop, i’m so close!” rei nearly screamed, her voice ragged with impending release. her nails raked down your back, leaving stinging red lines in their wake. the slight pain only spurred you on, driving you to bring her to that ultimate peak.

releasing her nipple with a wet pop, you moved to its twin, giving it the same treatment. rei’s cries of ecstasy filled the room as you sucked hard on the sensitive bud, flicking it rapidly with your tongue. at the same time, you added a third finger to her dripping sex, stretching her deliciously as you plunged them in and out at a furious pace.

rei’s breath came in short, sharp gasps as you relentlessly suckled and fingered her. her voluptuous body undulated sensually beneath you, back arching off the bed as she chased her rapidly approaching climax. the wet, obscene sounds of her arousal and the slick glide of your fingers plunging in and out of her dripping sex filled the room, accompanied by her escalating moans and cries of ecstasy.

“don’t stop—! i’m gonna… i’m gonna—...” rei panted out, her words dissolving into a wordless scream of rapture. her sex clamped down viciously around your fingers as her orgasm crashed over her, wave after wave of intense pleasure radiating through her quivering form.

“i’m—... i’m coming! oh god, baby, i’m coming!" rei shrieked, her body going rigid beneath you. her pussy clamped down viciously around your fingers as her orgasm crashed over her, wave after wave of intense pleasure radiating through her.

hot, slick fluid gushed out around your hand, drenching your fingers and dripping down onto the bed sheets. she collapsed back onto the bed, chest heaving and skin sheened with a light sheen of sweat and her thighs fell open, revealing her twitching and swollen sex, still glistening with the evidence of her intense pleasure. as rei rode out the aftershocks of her climax, you gentled your touch, slowing the thrust of your fingers and releasing her tender nipple from your mouth. finally, you brought your soaked hand up to your mouth, making a show of licking her essence from your fingers.

rei’s chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath, a satisfied smirk playing on her well–kissed lips. she looked utterly debauched — her hair a wild mess, her makeup smeared, and her body glistening with a sheen of sweat. she was the very picture of a woman who had just been thoroughly pleasured, and it was a stunning sight.

still trembling slightly from the aftershocks of her intense climax, rei reached out and tangled her fingers in your hair, guiding you back up her body until your faces were level. her dark eyes, hazy with post–orgasmic bliss, locked with yours. She leaned in close, her lips brushing against yours as she spoke.

“... that was incredible. you’ve got one talented mouth on you. i’m a lucky girlfriend, definitely.” she murmured, her voice low and tinged with awe. her other hand slid down to cup your chin, her thumb brushing over your bottom lip. you could feel the lingering dampness of her arousal on your skin, the taste of her still on your tongue.

“i knew you could help me, but i didn’t expect it to be so much... you always exceeded my expectations, honey.” rei purred, her voice low and sultry. she reached out to hook a finger in your waistband, tugging you closer until you were straddling her hips. you could feel the heat radiating off her sated body, seeping into your skin.

“but you know… a girl gets hungry after such a… rigorous workout.” she murmured with a wicked grin, her eyes gleaming with mischief and unspoken promise. her hands slid around to grip your ass, kneading the firm globes and pulling your core flush against hers.

“don’t think we’re done just yet, sweetheart. that was only round one. i'm still horny anyways.” she added with a wicked, promising grin. her hand slid down to the hem of your shirt, slipping underneath to caress the bare skin of your lower back. she tugged at the fabric, silently encouraging you to remove it.

“i think it's time for you to take off those cute pajamas… and let me return the favor. i want to taste you, now.”

#rei #rei x fem reader #rei x reader #rei smut #naoi rei #naoi rei x fem reader #naoi rei x reader #naoi rei smut #ive #ive x fem reader #ive x reader #ive smut

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boombambaby · 23 hours ago

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Kuzco waits for her answer with bated breath, heart beating wildly against his ribcage as he kneels on the dais in front of her and his whole entire Kingdom.

-- Well, okay fine. Not the ENTIRE Kingdom. It's more like the peasants who showed up from Pacha's village, and a few of the other neighboring villages and the council members and staff from the palace --but, it FELT like the entire Kingdom was there!

Anxiety makes him sweat beneath his heavy headdress and ornamental robes, and he just barely manages to resist the urge to brush a hand across his forehead, knowing that the warpaint he has on will still be tacky from the heat of the sun beating down on him. For a brief moment, Kuzco wonders if he's ever been this nervous before, and he realizes with a start that the answer is . . . no.

He's never had anything in his life that has mattered so much to him and that would make him so nervous. The implications of Malina's answer are monumentous; everything will change depending on her answer.

Kuzco is broken from his thoughts as Malina finally answers, and all of the air rushes out of him in an overjoyed laugh as he rushes to his feet, nearly stumbling over his robes in the process. " You -- really?! I . . . " He questions, voice thick with emotion. Still laughing, purely out of shock, Kuzco takes her hand like he's announcing her the winner of a fight and pumps it into the air between them as he turns them to face their crowd. " SHE SAID YES! "

Deafening applause fills the hillside, Pacha's voice somehow ringing out louder than all the rest, but he's had enough of the crowds for one day; his focus turns to Malina, and he cups her face between his palms, holding her there for a deep, meaningful kiss that he hopes conveys just how much he loves her, how appreciative he is that she said YES, and how excited he is for their future.

This is only the first step of many on a long road for the two of them now that Malina has finally agreed to become his Empress.

Each of them will face unique challenges, have a new set of responsibilities, and will have to learn to navigate the world AND each other on top of all of it. There will be ups and downs, arguments and celebrations, excitement and serious tests of faith-- but at least, now?

Now the two of them, Kuzco and Malina; -- they'll face them . . . ALL of them, together.

- [ THE END! ] -

Is it her turn to share her thoughts with the audience? Good, because she has a lot to think about in this very moment, now that she’s staring deeply into Kuzco’s eyes. Malina has denied many things ever since she met the emperor, especially her feelings towards him. Truth be told, the day Kuzco spoke to her for the first time, with that nonchalant smile and such excessive arrogance, Malina wanted nothing more than to rant at him about how he was the worst Emperor that has ever ruled. Surprisingly she didn't; but at least it was satisfactory to see him hold his burning cheek in complete shock for a second. Malina thought that he deserved it back then, for being a complete jerk to his own people, and she was sure she wasn’t going to see him in any other circumstance; so she didn’t care if he disliked her after that. (although what she did was dumb, considering he could have thrown her in the dungeon). What she didn’t expect, however, was for him to follow and pester her every single day at school. And the more he talked to her, she considered he wasn't as bad as she initially thought. Maybe there was another side to him that no one has ever noticed before and so, Malina wanted to find that out for herself. So he was right, it was a personal mission of sorts and had been a success so far, since they started to get along very well as friends. But crushing on and falling in love with Kuzco was never in her plans, and the funniest thing about it is that the peasant girl didn’t even realize it was happening until it was too late to do anything about it, other than to deny it all. Despite all of that, the only person she was fooling was herself.

It was all his fault. If he never tried to change his ways and listen to her Pacha and their friends, she wouldn’t have a reason to reciprocate his romantic feelings. It irritated her initially, but now she couldn’t be more grateful to the Gods for allowing her to find someone she could continue to support like she did while they were in school, and to love unconditionally. The squeeze on her hand interrupts her thoughts, and she raises an eyebrow at her boyfriend who is leaning in closer to whisper something to her. Malina meets him halfway and inevitably smiles as she understands the little throwback to her Bloom Ball. How could she forget about the best night of her life? Even if Kuzco confessed that he ruined it a couple of times. Her lips turn into a small pout at his constant teasing, but she keeps listening to every word he utters. She never takes her eyes off him, not even when she listens to Guaka's famous catchphrase, which she finds amazingly amusing. Malina would be a liar if she said she was not impressed and touched by his speech. The sincere tone in his voice as he thanks her for everything makes her heart flutter. All her efforts in making him a better person were worth it. Malina chuckles at his last comment and is about to say something in return until she sees him opening the small box to reveal a gorgeous ring. Her eyes widen, and she inevitably gasps while he squeezes her hand and then bends to one knee. She can feel her heart hammer inside her chest in excitement as she listens to his final question, leaving her at a loss for words and she couldn't tear her gaze away from him. While it was true that Malina wanted to marry him at some point, she hadn't truly thought about the possibility of her becoming the new Empress, it wasn't something she cared about since she was never attracted to that kind of power. Even if Kuzco was a peasant like her, she would still consider being with him. It wouldn't matter if both lived in a small hut without all the riches in the world. Being Emperor Kuzco's wife means she'll have big responsibilities for the rest of her life, ones that she will probably find very overwhelming and scary. Nevertheless, her decision is clear despite all that. "Yes I will, Kuzco.~ I'll finally become your Empress. It's about time, isn't it?" She chuckles sweetly at him while squeezing his hand in return. A now happy blush appears on her tanned cheeks as she waits for his next move. The entire village immediately cheers and claps in pure glee, especially Kuzco and Malina's friends, who are just as happy to witness this very special moment.

#smartylina #➠ 𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙿 ░ 𝚆𝙴 𝙺𝙸𝚂𝚂𝙴𝙳 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚂𝙰𝙸𝙳 𝚆𝙾𝚆 ░ 𝙺𝚞𝚣𝙻𝚒𝚗𝚊 #▒░ 𝙷𝙴𝚈. 𝙸'𝙼 𝙳𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙼𝚈! ░▒ 👑[ ic ]#▒░ 𝙽𝙾 𝙽𝙾— 𝙽𝙾 𝚃𝙰𝙻𝙺-𝚈. 𝙹𝚄𝚂𝚃 𝙳𝙾-𝚈! ░▒👑[ thread response ]#FINALLY!#YAAAAAYYY!#END OF THREAD.

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