#this was supposed to be a part of my drabble collection but some things just aren't meant to be forced into 100 words

[echoingalaxies]

“I will do anything,” Caretaker pleaded from their knees. “Just – don’t hurt him. He’s not your enemy. I am.”

Whumper narrowed his eyes, considering, but did not let go of Whumpee, whom he had pinned against the wall, his hand wrapped around the throat of the defenseless boy, who didn’t have enough life in him to put up a fight anymore. “What do you have to offer?”

“What do you want?” Caretaker stared at Whumper. “My life? My freedom? Let him go and whatever it is you want from me, I will give you without a fight.”

“I want you to suffer,” Whumper spat, fingers tightening around half-conscious Whumpee’s neck. Whumpee’s breaths were becoming more shallow and raspy, and Whumper grinned toothily at the pure panic and desperation on Caretaker’s face. “And what would be a better way to make that happen than through him?”

[aritsukemo]

I don’t know if your requests are open, but I simply love your writing! May I have a Zhongli/Venti/Xiao Prompt with a reader who’s secretly a god from another world?

Finding out you're secretly a god | Genshin Impact

( @scar8o )

Summary: After your powers are revealed in a heat of the moment decision, you and your partner have a much needed conversation..

Characters: Xiao, Zhongli, and Venti

Warnings: Nothing much. Mentions of reader facing discrimination in Xiao's and slight tears towards the end of Xiao's as well.

A/N: AGHHHH this took months to finally write, but I'm glad I finally got the push I needed to finish this! I'm sorry you had to wait so long and I hope you enjoy this little collection of drabbles I put together! :D

A yellowish-orange shade was cast over Teyvat just like it would any other evening. Nothing had changed; the wind was still blowing, wildlife was as and as wild as ever, and the grass was still the same old greenish tinge.

Well, today, Xiao supposes that something has changed. For the first time in years, there was complete silence between you two. Being the chatterbox that you were, it was never like this since you're always rambling on about whatever popped into your head—whether that'd be how your day went, what you should do tommorow, or even the most trivial things like which colored cloth you should use to wipe off your weapons.

But that particular evening, you didn't utter a word. You simply sat there, knees to your chest as you gazed at the sun slowly setting upon the horizon. It felt odd for Xiao—awkward if he were to be so mundane. At the same time, he had no way of relieving this odd, awkward tension from the air. He had so many question stirring in his head that could at least fill the air with something of substance, and yet, he felt hesitant to voice any of them.

But he has to say something. If he doesn't, he fears that he'll never get his questions answered. So, without looking your way, he asks, "Who..are you really?"

You don't answer immediately and for a moment, Xiao thought you didn't hear him at all. Before he can repeat himself, however, he hears your voice, low and uncharacteristically sullen as you tell him, "Someone who doesn't belong here.."

He doesn't realize it, but upon hearing your response and looking over at you, his eyes softened—and just like the snow he used to munch down to prevent himself from starving to death, his golden hues glistened in the light of the setting sun. He didn't know what to say to that. Or rather, he couldn't think of anything to say that would be comforting to your ears.

That's one the things about you that he's fond of, but is also envious of. You always knew the right thing to say even when he thought you didn't. It's one of his favorite things about you..

"Look, I'm sorry for lying to you for so long.." You said before heaving a long, tired sigh. One that sounded as if you've been holding it for ages, "In my own world, people despised me and this power so much so that they tried everything they could to make my life miserable.."

"Adults, kids, girls, boys, women, and men.. Even when they were more different than the galaxies above, the one thing that was always the same was the way they looked at me.. That deep swirl of hatred in their eyes as they stared at me..like I was some kind of monster.. No matter what I did for them, it never changed," Xiao chooses to ignore the way your voice cracks midway through your sentence—the signal that the glass dam inside you was beginning to crack..

"When I got here, I saw this as my brethren relieving me of that pain..like a fresh start. I was so happy..and so, so scared. I was terrified of the past happening again so I swore to do everything in my power to keep that part of me hidden for as long as I was able.."

At this point, he could see those crystal tears rolling down your face, the translucent trail they left glimmering in the sun's glow. He's never seen them before. You never allowed him to and now, he's grateful that you never did because the sight of you crying made his chest feel heavy and empty, causing it to ache. The sight was painful. It felt wrong associating this feeling with something so..human, but it's the only thing to describe this black hole forming where his heart's supposed to be..

And in attempt to fill that feeling, he finally asks, "Do you think this power of yours will bring harm to the people of Liyue?" You finally glance at him, confusion written all over that tear-stricken face of yours. He merely looks at you with expectancy, so you eventually croak out a small, "No.."

"Do you ever think that you'll try to take over Liyue and force it's people under your thumb?" He threw another question at you, and this time, you answered quickly, blurting out an offended sounding, "Of course not! Do you think I would?"

"No," He answered immediately, "But as the protector of this land, I had to make sure we were on the same page before I said anything else," And he gets up. Your crystalized eyes follow after him, confusion beginning to swirl along with a headache—the result caused by your near-breakdown just now.

"Wha.." You begin, but your voice dies in your throat as he offers you a hand and looks you in the eyes like he would any other day—as if everything was normal.

"You said before that after all of this was over, you'd drag me off somewhere to 'wind down', didn't you? Well, I'm allowing you this once to do so without having any resistance on my end," He clarifies, and that's when it finally clicks in your mind; nothing has changed. The world is still spinning, the once clear, orange sky has turned blue and starry. Xiao is still willing to reach out to you, still willing to stare at you with adoration and love, and be around you. He still sees you as simply Y/n.

And you find yourself brought to tears all over again. Yet this time, it's due to sheer relief instead of anxiety and agony. It's because of the happiness you feel as you reach out your hand and let yourself be helped up like some damsel..

..And it's all becase of Xiao, who's kind enough to see you as something other than a monster. Something lesser than a divine god or goddess, but as simply another person of the land who he should protect.

"So when did you figure it out?" You asked to the man who sat across from you at the table—although to others it seemed as though you were talking to your tea from how your eyes were trained on it the entire time you spoke, pupils following every ripple it made with every slight of your hand.

The man across from you—who you've called many endearments over the years of knowing him—simply hummed at your question, taking the time to grab his own tea cup before answering just as casually, "Some time ago. I've had some theories of my own for a while now, but..outside assistance helped to point me in the right direction."

"So the traveler told you," You stated, your tone leaving no room for him to lie or say otherwise—a silent testament that it was futile to try and deny something you already seen as a fact, but he attempted anyways.

"Not exactly," He said, "It was a slip of the tongue on Paimon's part, a small one at that, I barely noticed it myself." And this time, you hum, closing your eyes as you at last take a sip of your tea—which has long since gotten cold since it arrived at your table.

You take a long, slow sip, as if you were buying time, or maybe, simply trying to collect all the thoughts swirling in your head and condense them in a coherent, civil sentence. Whatever it is, Zhongli allows you that time and patiently waits for you to finally set your cup down again..

"So? What do you plan to do with me now that you know?" The question comes off blunt—slightly threatening to the unintelligent ears, but it doesn't phase Zhongli. After all, he knows that you weren't threatening him, but more rather felt threatened. Similar to a cornered bunny who's only defense weapons are its fluffy, dull nubs.

"Nothing at all," He says, and at last your eyes cross the table to look him in the eyes. He does the same, granting you the same favor.

There's a moment of silence between you two in that moment. You silently demand an answer to his previous answer and the light thrumming of your fingers against the smooth, expensive wood gave away your impatience, your growing anxiety, and most importantly your fear. It's a discomforting sight to see of his usually calm lover, and so, he's quicker to respond to you in hopes of relieving your tension.

"You hold me in such high regard, dear. And while I'm flattered, may I remind you that I'm simply a consultant. I have no power to do anything other than grant you a comfortable resting place to lay your head when you pass," He closes his eyes, breaking eye contact with you to bless you with a small, polite smile, "A question like that would be more fit for the Tianquan, would it not?"

"In my humble opinion, though, I think it best if you didn't stir a pot that has already settled. Going to Lady Ningguang over something she knows nothing about is not needed, don't you agree?"

He opens his eyes again to look at you, only having the luxury to catch the tail end of your reaction to him deciding to sweep this under the rug before your expression smoothens out and a smile eases onto your face and your fingers move to lace around your cup once again..

"I suppose you're right. Forget I said anything then."

"Who knew my windblume could be even more extraordinary than I once thought?" He told you under that massive oak tree—The Symbol of Mondstadt's Hero—after sneaking away with you, who was just praised the entire evening for your heroic deeds.

"You flatter me," You said before letting out a chuckle. Venti chose not to comment on how it sounded drier than how the fruits up in Celestia look, "Really, I don't deserve such praise.."

"On the contrary! You were Mondstadt's savior today! Not to mention mines!" He said cheerily, "If it weren't for you, Mondstadt would've been robbed of this bard's melodious melodies!"

You found yourself huffing at the absurdity of his words before you can stop yourself. Making up for the slip-up with a half-hearted, agreeing hum.

"You're a fool.. Having a dangerous being such as myself leisurely lay on you like this.." You whisper into his thigh as you turn on your side, your voice muffling due to half of your face being smothered by the puff of his shorts. Your comment was heard nonetheless and earned a chuckle from the bard.

"Love makes one do foolish things," He simply replies, before you feel something cold and smooth against your cheek. Your eyes flutter open and out of the corner of your eyes you see the familar red hue that you would only see plastered on one of the delicious treats the Cuihua Trees so graciously gift Teyvat.

You take the apple from his grasp, once again laying flat on your back as you hold the apple above you as if to tantalize yourself.

"I'm serious. You shouldn't be this nice to me anymore, Barbatos," Another slip of the tongue—one promptly ignored and immediately pushed to back of both of your minds, "I'm nothing but a weapon of destruction."

"That you may have been in the past, but as of now, you're simply a bartender at Angel's Share who's fallen head over heels for a skillful bard; me," He replies after swallowing the chewed, sweet chunks in his mouth that came from his apple—which has already been half-eaten at this point.

And you find yourself huffing again. This time at the realization that he was right—at least the part about being hopelessly in love with him anyways..

"You had a long day, so why not you rest after you eat? I'll strum you a gentle tune that'll carry you away to pleasant dreams, ehehe~!" He suddenly suggest—an obvious attempt at deading the conversation where it stands before you say something too depressing to brush off easily. You pretend to not notice, deciding to accept your defeat for now, as you nod, finally bringing the apple down to your lips and taking a bite, being careful to chew the bite thoroughly before swallowing..

"That sounds nice.. Maybe resting my eyes wouldn't be so bad."

Dividers were made by me, pictures used are from Pinterest, post formatting is inspired by @xxsabitoxx

[itsythebitsyspider]

Silco x fem reader

Took out the slowburn because as a wise person once said, I have no impulse control. Enjoy the smut.

Anyways, I'm also like, way to tired and impatient to edit this before posting, so: fuck it no beta we die like men.

Here's the main things that was asked of me to give you a basic summary of what's going on:

Silco x fem reader, you are a healer, smut.

Pretty sure there was supposed to be angst and hurt comfort, I guess it's there if you squint. I was also asked a 5,000 word minimum so... yeah. Pardon me for letting that slip my mind. Anyways, enjoy this little drabble. I'm going to bed.

Two  years ago you were a herbalist in Zaun. Your parents owned a flower shop of sorts that specializes in healing and harming plants. Growing up, you earned your green thumbs and were able to hold a stable life for you and your parents. That was, until the enforcers came around. They had been searching for four kids who had caused a massive explosion in some fancy rich guy’s lab. You had denied them entry of course, but they never really listened anyway. They pushed their way into your shop, and ultimately ended up setting half of it on fire. This left you and your family struggling for a while, forcing you to take drastic measures. Before, you had only provided people with the ingredients to make the poisons or the remedies. But now, people are paying you to create them. Some of them even paid you to deliver it personally to the target. It was tough at first, figuring out how to distribute the poison without getting caught. You weren’t a trained assassin. But, you weren’t just some nobody off the street either. 

Everything in Zaun would break down at one point, causing most people to have some knowledge of machinery. You had fixed up one too many humidifiers and dehumidifiers at this point to not be able to repurpose them into something new. Leading you to create a small canister that, when activated, would subtly fill the room with the poison. Once the victim had fallen under its effects, you could go in and retrieve the canister, and then make your exit to collect the pay. 

You had gotten so good at this in fact, that it had caught the eye of the smoke-breather of the underground himself. Silco. It had happened once or twice that he’d hire you. Usually to take out some target in some random location. You didn’t ask, you didn’t need to know. Eventually, he asked you to take out a large group of people, larger than you’d ever done before. You’d hesitated, but the moment you saw the money, suddenly all your worries were gone. You completed the job with barely any bumps, and returned to Silco. Instead of leaving with the money, you ended up leaving with the money and a new job. Silco’s new toxicant. 

Now, two years later, it seemed your job had become more peaceful. You found yourself healing more often than you were killing. Every other day you’d get one of Silco’s henchmen coming into your office for some wound or bruise that they’d gotten in a scuffle. It was Friday that was the most important day of your work week. Every Friday you would be in Silco’s office tending to his eye. The shimmer was doing its job of keeping his eye mutation at bay, but the pain would still linger. Your job was to make sure that the eye wasn’t getting any worse, and to dull the pain as much as possible. An additional part of that job was taking care of Jinx whenever you were at work. You didn’t sign up for babysitting. 

“I didn’t exactly sign up to be a babysitter, y’know that right?” You raised an eyebrow at Silco while you started setting up your mini workspace. 

“I do recall you being desperate for cash once.” 

“Yeah, once.” You retorted, carefully handling the glass vials you pulled out of the bag. “I’m well off now.” 

“Would you continue to be this way if I were to relinquish you from your position?” 

You paused for a minute. Would you be alright if you quit? He’d probably kill you. You were too good at your job for him to just let you go. You decided just to roll your eyes and finish setting out the ingredients on his desk. Just as you were about to start working your magic, the door bursts open. You don’t even have to look up to know who it is. Who else is brave enough to slam the doors open and yell, 

“THUNDER AND LIGHTING! THE BLUE BUNNY IS BACK IN THE BUILDING!”

You cursed under your breath. You’d tried your best to teach her proper manners, but they never really took. At least, if they did, she never bothered to use them. “Jinx how many–” Your eyes widened as you took in the state of her. “Jinx!” You rushed over, immediately grabbing her arm and wiping the soot off to try and see if there was still skin underneath all the ash that seemed to cover her entirely. 

“What happened?!” You exclaimed, scrambling through your pockets for a rag that wasn’t covered in blood or dirt. 

“Oh, this ol’ boo boo? It was actually exactly like Silky-boy here predicted!” She bounded over to his desk, glancing at all the bottles you had laid on on the surface before moving to the other side and sitting down, kicking her feet. “Firelights were tagging our stuff. Turns out, they also had an enforcer on their payroll. Which! Doesn’t make sense cause uh- yknow. Bugs don’t have jobs. They don’t get paid too well.” She giggled. “Well, unless they’re a butt-kicking slug wrestler!” 

She promptly frowned. “Mm…” 

You let out a worried sound and walked over, having finally found a clean rag and started cleaning off the blood and ash. “So, explain what happened on the flight.” 

“Thought I saw her.” Jinx muttered, a distant look in her eyes. She seemed frazzled. 

‘Saw who?’ you almost asked, but you knew almost immediately who she was talking about. 

“She’s gone, Jinx.” Silco spoke up from his chair. You had almost forgotten he was there, the man’s presence so silent that he could sneak up on a fly. “Whoever you saw–”

“Wasn’t her. I know.” Jinx furrowed her brow. “Whoever she was, she ran. Like a coward.” 

“Was? What did you–”

“Gave her a taste of underground lead!” Jinx grinned. “Oh you should’ve been there! Pew pew pew! God the firelights really should get better at dodging. Anyways~! I think we’d make a whole bunch more cash if we made fireworks. Did you know shimmer is like- super explosive? The whole airship nearly went BOOM!” The blue haired girl threw her hands in the air, making an exaggerated explosion sound before plopping down onto the desk. 

“Cmon plant lady! Work your magic so I can get to hopping!” Jinx complained. 

You sighed and rummaged through your bag, trying your best to apply the antiseptic onto the squirming girl.  After struggling to put some bandages on, you sent her on her way, and she bounded merrily off to do God knows what, God knows where. Probably figure out that shimmer firework idea of hers down in her lair. 

You pinched the bridge of your nose. 

“I know that look. I’ve made it many times when raising that strange creature.” Silco chuckled, patting the stool next to his chair. You grumbled and sat down, grabbing your vials and beginning to grab the final ingredients. “She’s more troublesome than finding mold in my Burdock root.” You grumbled, shoving the plants into the small machine and pressing a button. The muted whirring of the machine started off. 

“Yet, you seem to care for her regardless.” 

“Just because it's troublesome doesn’t mean it’s something to give up on.” 

You glanced at the door Jinx left through, mind flashing through the two years you’ve known her now. You were only there for two years, but it felt like you’d known them for much longer. The machine on the desk beeped and you sighed, pouring the powder into the previously prepared mixture and stirred it for a few moments. 

“Alright, c’mere. And you better hold still.” 

Silco obliged, turning his large chair to face you. You pulled on a rubber glove from one of the little pockets on her belt and dipped two fingers in, gently reaching out to apply the new salve to his scars. 

“It surprises me that it still hurts after all these years.” You commented as you tried to smooth out the mix on his face. “I’m no doctor, hardly anyone down here is, but I’m starting to think it’s phantom pains.” 

“What makes you think that?” 

“Chemical burns like this would’ve damaged the nerve endings. Most of the time it causes numbness. I mean, the damage it’s left on your face, I’m pretty convinced your nerve endings have just been fried.” 

“For someone who isn’t a doctor, you seem to know a few things.” The man in front of you spoke, doing his best to remain still while you worked. 

“Being the main healer here– other than Singed of course, but I don’t exactly trust his work ethic, I’ve picked up on a few things.” You finish applying the salve and check your watch. “Three minutes.” You murmured to yourself. 

“Singed is the best thing we have to a doctor.” 

“Yeah, I know.” I sighed. “I just… wish there were better options, y’know?”

Silco crossed his arms. “We’ve been trying to get better options for a while. Right now, we have to make do with Singed.”

“Yeah, yeah. Your whole, ‘make them fear us’ agenda.” You groaned. “Look, I just think there’s a better way–”

“And do, pray tell, share the secret to utopia. Because I and many others have been working towards this for years now, and we’d love for you to come and spout some naivety on our hard work.” 

You glared at him. “Okay what is with the sudden hostility? I’m just trying to have a conversation here and you want to be an asshole about it.” 

“Hostility? Darling I am being realistic. You are a good healer. A good Toxicant. But there’s a reason I’m the one running things and you remain in a clean room fixing up injuries.” 

“You little–”

The beeping from your watch saved you from potentially losing your job. You bit your lip and reached for a wet cloth, wiping off the cream. “There. If it still hurts, apply this and let it sit for three minutes before wiping it off.” You said through gritted teeth, grabbing your things and shoving them into your bag before storming off. If you were in here any longer, you were going to make sure he could only see through one eye. 

Sadly, there was no rest for you seeing as you returned to work the following Monday. There was a meeting Silco had asked you to be at. The moment you saw the familiar briefcase with money you knew he wasn’t just asking you to attend. He wanted your services. 

“What’s the job? Based on the stacks, I’m assuming its a group. Pretty big one.” You commented, running your fingers along the dollar bills. 

“Are you familiar with the coal mines?”

You paused and looked up, searching his face for any sign that he was joking or pulling your leg. But as always, his face remained unchanging. 

“Yeah, I’m kinda familiar. My Dad worked there. Sometimes when he’d forget his lunch I’d take it to him. I could barely breathe down there. It felt like my lungs were full of some thick smog.” You grimaced, recalling the air quality down there. It was hard to breathe, and it felt like you were being weighed down. You remember having to go down there and work every now and then when your father came down with an illness or injury. Every time you left, your lungs felt like they’d smoked an entire pack of cigars in just one hour. 

“Could you recreate a version of that very fog?” 

“You want me to do what?” 

“I doubt the people we’ll be meeting today have ever had to work down there in those mines. I can tell just by the way they breathe, even the way they smoke. The way they act so carefree and unburdened, never weighed down by the carts of coal.” Silco’s voice had a slight edge to it. 

“So… an altered version of that? Altered how?” 

“A little easier to breathe through. Perhaps you could rig your machine to release the smoke a little slower. I don’t want them to immediately notice what’s happening until it’s far too late. A little symbolic, don’t you think?”

“Very.” You muttered. Yeah, you could make the humidifier a little more subtle. But making sure they didn’t catch the smell of it? Those mines had a distinct smell. Blood, sweat, and a purely earthy smell. You’d have to cover it up with an even more potent smell. Perhaps plants? 

“What room will you be meeting in?” 

“We, will be meeting in the old observatory in the abandoned astrology building. Do you know the one?” 

“Yeah. I need a few guys to help me set the place up if I’m to do this.” 

Silco raised an eyebrow. “Interesting request, but I’ll grant it. I don’t want to know what you do, the less I know the better. So whatever it is you need, you have it. You need not ask.”  With that, he tapped the briefcase and went back to whatever he was writing on those papers of his. You swear, some days it seemed like Silco did more paperwork than he did crime. 

‘Alright. Take a few guys, handful of plants, and just get the place ready. Nothing too hard.’ All you needed to do was take them to your shop and load up the plants. You wanted them to feel relaxed, so a few lilac’s would do the trick. Maybe some Jasmine? You groaned. You never bothered learning about proper flower placement, focusing more on keeping your plants healthy and alive for your customers. Maybe you should’ve bought that book about weddings and flowers, but you thought it would be stupid to buy a book about weddings if no one ever properly got married down here. 

Regardless, you had taken a few men and brought them to the shop, having them carry the heavier plants that couldn’t be removed from their pots until you got to the observatory, otherwise they might die of shock.They loaded up all the plants into the two trucks and drove over to the observatory. 

It was a mess, Overrun by nature and obviously raided by bandits and such, it was a mess. You groaned and gave the order to start cleaning. It could’ve been a one and done thing, but of course, things were never that simple. 

It took about an hour and a half to get everything cleaned up before you could finally start the careful process of giving the plants a new, temporary home. You pulled out your notebook and dotted down the date you were replanting them. You could come back for them in a few weeks after the plants weren’t so stressed from the first move. 

You glanced around at the observatory. It actually looked really pretty. With time and money, this place could be turned into a pretty good plant nursery. You glanced down at your pocket where you kept emergency cash.

 You didn’t like dipping into your savings. Ever since the Enforcers had burned down your flower shop the first time, you felt the need to always have money in case it ever happened again. Plus, with your Dad’s need for shimmer because of his lung cancer, money wasn’t something you could easily throw around. Somehow the destructive product had healing properties, but in order to actually be able to help your father, it required a professional to apply it in order for it to stabilize his lungs. The product had to be applied to the inside of his lungs. At first, you didn’t hire anyone. If it needed to be in his lungs, then maybe the humidifier you used for work would be better. So a few days later you’d manage to vaporize the shimmer and distribute it using your humidifier. But when you tried it on your father, whatever was inside his lungs acted like a filter, keeping both fresh air and the shimmer out. This forced you to hire that professional, and was the main reason there was a huge dent in your paycheck every month. Your mother had tried to get a job, but she was already far too worn out to properly do anything in the underground. At least, anything that would’ve helped to pay for the medical treatments. You absentmindedly reached into your pocket to trace the lucky dollar coin you’d found a long time ago. If you truly wanted this, you’d have to figure out a smarter way to do it. 

You glanced over at the men that Silco had sent over your way. Anything you needed, he had said, was available to you. Obviously, you couldn’t just ask for the lease to the observatory. The only reason you were here was to make some huge statement in the middle of the meeting. Silco had a thing for making symbolic statements. You swear, he probably had some secret library full of books that had so much symbolism that you couldn’t get past the title without having to decipher its hidden meanings. Maybe you could convince him that it was necessary for you to have an observatory because it was symbolic of the mines or something? 

Or, you could convince him it was beneficial to his business. Silco was always looking for new investments, always looking to better his empire. It’s what made him such a good crime boss, never stagnant, always evolving. If you could convince him to give you a bigger place to house your plants– somewhere that would allow you to get him better, more diverse ingredients, maybe he would be willing to give you the observatory. 

Filled with a new determination, you finished the final touches and hopped into the truck, excited to get back. 

“...you just want it for your plants, don’t you?” 

He saw right through it. Fuck. 

“What? No. If I wanted it for my plants I would’ve just gone and bought it or something.” You huffed, crossing your arms stubbornly. 

“So you went to the observatory, saw the large space and the windows and thought that I could benefit?” He raised an eyebrow. “Sorry if I don’t exactly see how I, a drug dealer who deals in a chemically enginerered drug, could benefit from a plant house.” 

“It’s not a plant house it’s-!” You sighed and rubbed your face. You put your hands together. “Silco, sir. Look, I’ve got an entirely good reason why it’s good for the both of us.” 

Silco pinched the bridge of his nose and leaned back. 

There was a knock at the door. “Not now.” 

Sevika entered. “Silco, you have a meeting in–”

“Not. Now.” He said firmly. “Whatever it is, push it back.”

Sevika narrowed her eyes. “Push it back? We’ve been struggling to get this meeting for–”

“And to teach them a lesson in how valuable my time is, you will have them wait. Are we clear?” He looked up at her. Sevika growled but nodded. “Understood, sir.” She closed the door with a little too much force. 

You were suddenly anxious, feeling like you had just forced him to make some probably important people wait so that you could finish your barely thought out idea. 

“I can go. It’s no biggie, we don’t have to…” You trailed off as you saw his pointed look. The damage had been done. Now you need to see it through. 

You reached into your pocket and rubbed the coin again before speaking up. 

“Look I’m the best healer you have. Along with that, I’m the best toxicant you have. Albeit I’m the only toxicant you have, but compared to any old apothecary out there you know I can outdo them. I’ve done a lot around here, you know that. I’ve killed the people you wanted dead. I poisoned the people you wanted threatened. And I’ve healed you and the people you’ve asked me to heal. I even take care of Jinx when she’s having a manic episode and you’re not around to help ease her out of it! So on top of all that, I’ve also somehow become like a mother to that girl. God knows how much she needed one, but apparently decided she wouldn’t get one.”

You took a deep breath before continuing. 

“Yeah, I want that observatory for selfish reasons. But frankly what botanist wouldn’t? The windows would’ve been perfect if we had sun, but I can put lamps around that’ll act like the sun. Yeah if I crack open a window the air will damage some of the more sensitive plants, but I can repurpose some of the rooms into specific and climate controlled spaces for those kinds of plants. I mean, think of it like this. How many more poisonous and venomous and alleviating plants would you have access to if I could just get my hands on that building?”

You stared at his stoic face. “It would be a good investment.” You finished weakly. 

Silco let out a sigh and your heart sunk, feeling like you were about to get brutally denied. 

“And when would the renovations on this place be completed?” 

“Huh?” 

“The renovations. You said that you could make specific rooms for plants that need special care. I assume you’ll be needing a lot of materials in order to do that. If I supply you with the building and the tools to spruce it up, I expect great things of you. Do you understand?” 

You stared at the man for a moment, feeling blindsided by his sudden offer. He’d never done anything that wasn’t absolutely necessary. Where in the world was this coming from? 

“Do you understand?” He repeated himself. 

“Yeah! Yeah. I- I understand. I can get started on that as soon as I get the lease.” 

“I suggest you get started after the meeting is done. Getting the lease won’t be a problem.” 

Right. The meeting, you’d nearly forgotten about that. That was tomorrow. He would get you the lease by tomorrow? Wow. Perks of being a crime lord, meant that you had a much easier time getting things. Especially when you were the crime lord. 

For now, it was time for you to go home and finish making the smog for tomorrow, and then plan out what you were going to do in your new nursery.

—

Time couldn’t go by any faster. You’d sat through the boring meeting. Well, boring until it's gotten interesting. You smelled the familiar fog, tensing slightly. You were standing behind Silco. You quietly cleared your throat to let him know that the smoke was already becoming noticeable. Sevika took notice and turned around, subtly putting on her gas mask. 

“We should cut a deal and give back the Gemstone.” 

“Better to have some trade than none at all.” Finn added. 

Silco waved his hand. “The border issue is temporary. Jinx will deal with it.” He was about to go on to change the conversation when Finn interrupted him with a laugh, the clicking of his gold jaw sharp. 

“Rumor is, your dog’s off her leash.” He grinned, peering down at Silco, as if trying to make him feel small. You could see the irritation in Silco’s tense frame. He tapped his finger on the desk and you reached into your pocket and pressed the red button in your hand, increasing the intensity of the humidifiers surrounding the room. 

“How can you bring Piltover to heel if you can’t even handle your own people? Huh? Much less that crazed mess you call your–” 

Fin was cut off by a cough. He cleared his throat. “That crazed–” This time, he was subdued by an even worse cough. The others at the table seemed confused before they were all suddenly overwhelmed by their own coughing fits. “What is that?!” “What’s going on?!” 

Silco tapped the table again before standing up. The red smoke began to fill up the room even more. If you raised the intensity any higher, you’d have to put on a mask yourself. 

“You don’t recognize it? Truly, you haven’t the slightest idea what it is?” Silco asked, as he walked around the table, looking at each of the victims with a gleam in his eyes. 

“Oh come now, we were born of this. We came, from this.” He let out a disappointed sigh, as if they were children who couldn’t answer a question in class. “The mines they had us in. Air so thick it clogged your throat. If you stayed in there too long, you’d feel it. Clumps of that sludge slowly making it’s way into your lungs.” 

You winced, mind falling back to your father at home, probably struggling to breathe through it.

“Stuck in your eyes. Blinking the dust out that would get in no matter what.But I pulled you all up from the depths.” He leaned down into the face of another one of the leaders who was clutching at their throat. He gently tilted their chair backwards until he let go and let them fall to the floor. 

“Offered you a taste of topside. The bottle at the bar you could only ever dream of being able to afford a glass of. I gave you fresh air to fill your dirty lungs. I gave you life. A purpose.”

Silco stopped as he reached the other end of the table where Finn sat. “But you’ve grown fat and complacent. Too much time in the sun.” 

Silco was always one for dramatics. But you couldn’t help but admit, he knew how to send a message. You  watched him toy with the other leaders for a while before eventually giving you the signal to shut off the humidifiers. You reached into your pocket and shut it off before collecting the four you had hidden around the room and following him out. 

“Flair for the dramatics much?” You asked, following close behind him. 

“Some lessons are best learnt the hard way. They won’t be doing this again.” 

“What was it they did?” 

“They don’t want to fight for the cause anymore.” Silco sighed. “I’ve spoiled them rotten. I wanted to show them what they could have if they fought, so I showed them what it would be like to live a life like topside. But instead they drank themselves drunk and stupidly believed the world was theirs.” He narrowed his eyes. “Now, they won’t make that mistake again. If I have to instill the fear back into them myself, I will.” He growled. 

You stared at him for a while. Was he always this… no. No. That would be crazy. You shook your head and continued to follow. He seemed tense, too tense. Almost like Jinx before she had one of her episodes. You took a deep breath. 

“So I was thinking about giving you an elephant plant for your office. It gets real stuffy in there.” 

“You want to give me a plant for my office? I think I’d kill it.” He mused. 

“Obviously. You’d probably overwater it or something. Or let Jinx put some spray paint on it.” You scoffed, remembering the time you left a plant out in the open and jinx painted a smiley face on it’s leaf. You had then gone and swiped out all her paints for empty cans in retaliation. The little ‘prank’ war had continued for a while until you’d nearly gotten her to dye her hair yellow, and she surrendered. Now she only painted on the flower pots instead of the actual plant. Progress. 

“Mm. I suppose a plant would be alright to keep in the office. You’d give it to me? I don’t have to buy you some old, run down building or bribe you with a suitcase of money?” 

“Nope. Entirely free. Think of it like an expression of my gratitude.” You grinned. 

“Does this gift come with you?” 

You froze and coughed, as if you had accidentally set off the humidifier and breathed in the smoke. He stopped walking, looking at you as if you were the one saying something absolutely insane. 

“I- I- what???” You quickly ran to catch up to him. 

“I said, does it come with you? If I’m to receive a plant, I’d like my professional botanist to be the one taking care of it. As you said, I’d probably overwater it.” He said, as if he hadn’t said anything out of pocket at all. 

Your face burned red, trying to come up with a response. Sarcasm? Truth? Insult? Silence? All three? 

“Yeah well, the only reason you keep me around is for me to sell you plants and heal people so…”

“That’s not the only reason I keep you around.” 

“Lemme guess, cause I take care of Jinx?” 

“Because I like having you around. You… brighten the place up a bit. Like a plant I suppose.” 

You froze once again, but this time he didn’t wait for you. 

‘He likes having you around? You were  a headache. It didn’t make sense. Silco  kept you around yeah, but that was because you were the best toxicant in Zaun. You’d often have him tell you that the moment he found someone who was half as good as you and half the headache, he’d trade you in a moment's notice. You had only scoffed and finished applying the salve to his face, knowing he was only saying that because he had a distaste for having the thick medicinal cream on his face. 

Other times he had gotten complaints about you and had gone to see what the fuss was about, and walked in on you yelling at his men about being stupid. You had turned to him, turned back to the men, and continued yelling at them. Silco had sighed, muttered about how he was going to inject nothing but pure shimmer into his veins, and left. You swear, you would probably be the reason he got a shimmer addiction. 

At least, you would’ve been. Had he not dropped this sudden bomb on you. 

“I mean seriously. What kind of guy just drops that on a girl??? Huh??? Honestly!” You grumbled, roughly grabbing the watering can and spilling water all over the floor. You cursed and reached for a rag, throwing it down onto the puddle before moving back to the plants. “Y’know what he said? I’ll tell you what he said. He likes having me around. Me. Me! What the actual–” 

“Uhm. Excuse me, are you.. Talking to the plants?” 

You whirled around to see someone standing a few feet away. You were about to tear into them about minding their own business when you realized that was probably a customer. You quickly slapped on a smile. “Hello hello hello! Welcome to Zaun’s highest rated apothecary where our thumbs are as green as our plants.” You winced at the corny slogan your Dad had come up with. You never bothered to figure out a better one. “What kind of plant are you in the market for today?” 

“Not really looking for anything specific. Just something nice. I  saw this purple one in the front. Looked kinda like a dandelion.”

“Oh the Allium? Very good plant, especially for down here. Those girls are tough. They can grow in most soil as long as you drain it well, they’re rodent resistant, which is good for the pests that people like to keep, and they really like the sun. So if you have a lamp anywhere, I’d make sure to put her around there.” 

The person nodded. “So.. easy to take care of?” 

“Yep. For the most part, you just have to water it. They’re tough plants. If you ever have any issues you can always bring her back and I’ll take a look at it.” 

“I’ll take one.”

“The plant or just the flower?” 

“The plant please.” 

“Okay, wait by the register, I’ll bring one out from the back.” You went to the back, going through the array of flower beds before picking up a white Allium from its potted home and bringing it out to the register. “Name?” 

“Diana.” 

“Okay Diana,” You wrote it down on the list. “You want the basic care package?” 

“Uhm. How much extra will that be?” 

“Three silver cogs and seven bronze washers.” 

“Oh, then yeah I’ll take it.” 

You nodded and reached under the counter for the small tote bag, setting it up on the counter. “Your total will be ten silver cogs, or one gold hexes if you have one.” Diana set the money on the counter and slung the tote bag over her shoulder before carefully lifting the potted plant. “Have a good one.” You called as she left. You turned back to the plants. “Where was I..? Oh. Right. Watering the burdock root.” You sighed and walked back into the front of the shop, picking up the watering can where you left it. 

“He’s gone mad, I swear. Jinx’ madness has finally gotten to him.” You muttered. “And he think’s he can just get away with it! No. Not on my watch.” You said firmly. 

“Tch. Thinking he can get away with messing with me. Not in this life.” 

—

“What was I thinking?” Silco groaned, rubbing his face. Sevika let out a chuckle, sharpening her arm blade. “I don’t believe you were thinking.” She replied. Silco gave her a half hearted glare. “Thanks for that astute observation. I never would’ve come to the conclusion.”

“You can be pretty thickheaded.” She snickered. 

“I am not thickheaded.” 

“You are.” 

“Name one time.” 

“Last valentines day you got her flowers.” 

“It’s not strange to give flowers on Valentines.” 

“She’s a florist. She could’ve grown herself a garden of those.”

“...that was a momentary lapse in judgement. I learned, and the year after I got her some exotic seeds from some distant land.” He waved his hand.

“Uh huh. And then that time she nearly got stabbed on a mission and you bought her an entirely new mission wardrobe?” 

“I expect my workers to be properly dressed based on the needs of the mission. Having her get stabbed again would only hinder the mission.” 

“And it just so happened to fit her, and not be some kind of eyesore?” 

“If I were going to get her something to wear I was going to make sure she didn’t look like it was purchased in Zinny’s Zappy Outfits.” Silco scoffed, opening his desk to look for a paper. He set it down on his desk and started writing. 

“Face it. You like having her around more than you’d like to admit. Way, more than you’d like to admit.” 

“She’s an annoyance.” 

“Yet where is she the majority of the time she’s here? Glued to your side, by your orders.” Sevika grinned. “Just be grateful that Jinx hasn’t caught on. You two would be set up on a date faster than you could even say tea party.” 

Silco groaned. “Do not remind me of the tea party incident.” 

“Hey, you’ve gotta admit, the girls got a knack for kidnapping. She hasn’t been caught ever since.” 

“Because she stopped.” 

“...”

“Because she stopped.” Silco said again, narrowing his eyes. 

“Sure. If that’ll help you sleep at night.” 

“Get out.” 

Sevika raised her hand in surrender, walking over to the door. “Oh and by the way, tomorrow you have a meeting with the construction workers for that observatory you bought her.” 

“What time?” 

“Two.” 

“Alright, thank you Sevila. Dismissed.”

“I cannot believe you bought her a whole–”

“Dismissed!” 

—

Your mother always told you that you had beautiful eyes. She said they were one of your prettiest attributes.  Silco also seemed to think so. 

The man made eye contact often. Today, you’d make sure he couldn’t hold eye contact with you for longer than a few seconds. 

Today as you walked into work, you’d already gotten a few looks. The shirt you wore underneath the soft leather jacket was low cut. Showing just enough to be eye catching, but not enough to give away everything. That red little piece was a contrast to the usual earthy tones you’d wear. 

Instead of heading for your office in the medbay like you usually would, you went straight to Silcos office. You had a few things you wanted to run by him for the plant nursery. He was the one footing the bill after all, he had some kind of say in what went down. 

You walked in, making sure the files covered your chest. “I’ve got a few ideas for the nursery but I couldn’t decide which ones I should use. Think you can help me?” You asked innocently. 

Silco looked up at you before looking back down at his desk. “I can spare a few moments.” He gestured to the desk. You walked over and dropped the files on the desk. 

Silco looked up and you had to bite back a grin as you watched his eyes drift down before snapping up to meet your eyes. Step one, complete. What was step two? You had no fucking clue. 

“So I was thinking about different kinds of air conditioners.” You flipped open to the first page. “But then I dripped into the humidifiers and of course once you do that there’s the dehumidifiers and I mean seriously, how many  ‘fiers’ are there?” You sighed, and put your hands down on the desk, leaning over to look at the pictures. 

Silco rubbed his face, faking annoyance. “I regret saying I’ll help you. I’m no architect or home designer.”

“Yet here we are.” 

You started to prattle off about the different things you wanted. You knew you had him hooked when he didn’t even catch you repeating yourself. You adjusted your collar and he looked away, grabbing a photo and feigning interest in it. You weren’t about to let him get away with it that quickly. 

“Ah, looking at the air cubes? What do you think of those?” 

“What? Oh. These… colorful things.” Silco glanced at the pile of papers. “Uh, quite expensive. Are they worth it?”

“I think so. They have reservoirs for nutrient rich water, brain buckets that send water to each bucket so I don’t have to, and it’s self draining. Personally I like doing it myself, keeps me busy.” 

You watched him start to tune you out.

“And then there’s a super charger that sends plant food and makes the plants basically invincible for like four seconds. The sunflowers produce more sun for the other plants, the peashooters shoot a lot more peas. About a hundred or so.” 

“Mhm. Sounds like a good investment.” 

“Yeah but the zombies are always banging on my door trying to eat my brains and all.”

Yeah. You were shameless. 

Fiddling with the button on your shirt and ‘accidentally’ letting it slip. Instantly, whatever part of him was paying attention was gone.Were all men like this? Flash them a little bit of skin and they were drooling dogs? You didn’t entirely mind. Not when this glass of fine wine was the one on the other end of the leash. Just how much more could you take this? Your eyes drifted down to his belt, and you decided you wanted all of it. You looked outside to the barely cracked open door and made a motion for the man stationed outside to lock it and leave. The moment the door shut you looked back at Silco. “Your face is red. Are you feeling warm?” You reached a hand over and pressed it to his forehead. “Is it the eye?” You were so obvious with how you were faking innocence. But he didn’t seem to notice. 

“Ah- no. I believe it’s quite warm in here.”

“Yeah, yeah. I noticed that too.” You let your hand linger before subtly letting it glide down his face before you took your jacket off and set it down on the chair behind you. You slowly walked over to his side of the desk. “So, give me your thoughts so far.” 

“I’m not sure I have any at the moment.” He watched as you sat down on his chest, finally looking up to meet your eyes. 

“Try.” You slowly moved your left leg up onto his chair, placing it on his lap. His hand slowly moved, wrapping around your ankle. “I’m thinking about… you.” His hand slowly moved underneath the dark, flared jeans you wore. His rough hand trailed up your soft skin, feeling the rough patches of your scars. 

“Yeah? What about me are you thinking about?” You tilted your head, a small smile on your face. “I can’t imagine its about anything I came to talk to you about. You were far too distracted for that.” 

Silco chuckled, moving his hand out of your jeans and holding onto your knee. “You’ve got that right.” He slowly moved up your thigh, squeezing the flesh there before rubbing up and down the sides. “I was thinking about that damn red of yours.” 

“You noticed the red top?” You teased. 

“How could I not notice that damn red top?” He let a bated breath slip out of his mouth, reaching up his hand for your belt. He paused and looked up at you. 

“Eager, are we?” 

“If you knew how long I’ve been waiting for an opportunity such as this,” His fingers unclasped your belt with a practiced motion. “You’d realize just how patient I truly am.” You lifted yourself up so that he could pull your jeans down. He discarded them onto the floor next to his chair. You’d find them later. 

Rather than continue from where he was at, Silco seemed content to start over from the beginning. He scooted his chair back and grabbed your right leg by the ankle. “I’ve ignored you for so long. I won’t be neglecting any part of you, any longer.” He whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of your foot. His hands slowly began to massage your foot, working their way up to your ankle. He leaned down to kiss you again, this time moving up above your ankle. His hands would trail up and down your skin while he kissed you over and over again. His lips were soft, not rough like you’d expected them to be. You’ve seen him put on foundation on his scars, it wasn’t too far off for him to wear chapstick as well. 

Momentarily distracted, you hadn’t noticed that Silco had made it all the way up to your thigh until you felt teeth on your inner thigh. The feeling sent a sudden shock up your spine and you shuddered, leaning back on your hands for a moment. Silco didn’t stop, continuing to press kisses on your inner thigh. Occasionally he’d nip at the flesh there, as if taunting the idea of leaving a mark on you. He nuzzled his face into your thigh before slowly looking up at you. You couldn’t help but try and memorize the sight. This man. A feared, and respected man. Had suddenly become so pliant with you. As if you had somehow quelled the beast that drove him on this vendetta against Piltover. 

He moved his chair closer. His hands rested on your thighs, slowly trailing up and finding the lacy waistband of your underwear. He slowly dragged it down, but rather than just throw it elsewhere, he took the time to actually set it down atop the pile where your jeans were. 

You, suddenly self conscious, had tried to close your legs. Silco’s hands grabbed onto your knees. “Don’t hide from me, darling. I want to see every part of you. No matter how much you’d rather hide these…” He traced one of your scars. “Imperfections of yours.” 

He leaned down and kissed your thigh again. “Don’t be embarrassed.” He whispered. “I would never judge you.” 

He slowly pulled your legs apart, and you felt exposed. More exposed than you’d ever been in your life. The air in the office, despite its warmth, still sent shivers down your spine when it met the heat that had coiled in your lower regions. His hands rested on your hips as he leaned in. The moment you felt his mouth on you, you had to shut your eyes and collect the thoughts that instantly scattered. A guttural moan left your mouth, overwhelmed by the sudden rush of pleasure. His hands moved down to spread your legs further apart before he started to really get a taste of you. His tongue set out to trace every dip and fold, finding your sensitive spot and then feeling the area around it as if to map you out. He would occasionally switch up his technique, switching from merely lapping at you to drawing out little patterns with the tip of his tongue. Try as you might, you couldn’t keep yourself quiet. His fingers, the sneaky little bastards, had already joined in on the torment without you realizing. While his tongue worked to gently circle around, but never touch your clit, his fingers had already started to test out how tight you were. He let out a hum, seemingly pleased with what he was learning. You barely registered the vibrations, already teetering over the edge of an orgasm. Your legs trembled. You could feel it building as you twitched on his desk. When you felt a second finger– or was that a third? You couldn’t tell. It was hard to focus on both his fingers and his tongue when both were doing so much to keep you from forming a singular, coherent thought. 

You let out a moan, legs instinctively shutting, regardless of the man you had just trapped between them. If he was saying something, you couldn’t hear it over the sound of your heart pounding in your ears. You kept your legs shut, starting to regulate your breathing when he suddenly started moving again. Regardless of the lack of oxygen, it seemed like Silco had taken it upon himself to finish what he had started. Which left you squirming around as all the sudden pleasure reached its peak, and you came crashing down. Your grip on him trembled and you finally released him. He had the mind to stand and move a few things off his desk so that he could lay you down. 

It was then that you saw the mess left on his face. Silco looked down at you before reaching up to feel his cheek. He chuckled and drew his fingers to his mouth. “You’re lucky I don’t mind the mess you’ve just made of my office.” He had started to wipe the remnants off his face as he spoke. “If this continues to happen, I’ll have to get the carpet replaced. At one point, even the desk. All of these, small prices to pay.” He pushed your shirt up to feel your stomach. His hands moved to squeeze and grab at your flesh, almost like a cat kneading a blanket. 

“I’d like you to wear things like this more often.” He reached up and pulled the shirt up to expose your bra. “Of course, if you did, I wouldn’t be able to get any work done.” He reached up and toyed with the fabric, feeling you up through the padding. “I’m not entirely complaining. You are the welcomed distraction in my chaotic world.” 

He looked down at you from where you had remained sprawled out on his desk. “You’ve been oddly quiet. Well, aside from your moaning and all.” 

You stared up at him. You didn’t really have much to say. What were you supposed to say? ‘Thanks for eating me out?’ ‘Hey, you’re surprisingly good with your tongue?’ Every retort that came to your mind was either sarcastic, or some version of a joke. But what ended up coming out of your mouth, turned out to be the very thing that had been on your mind for a while. 

“Do you like me?” 

Silco blinked, having expected some kind of dirty retort instead. 

“Do I like you?” 

“Yes. Do you like me romantically?” You emphasized the word romantically, not wanting him to escape this one. “And don’t use some kind of metaphorical bullshit on me. I want the honest truth. Not some philosophy quote, not your vague little one liners. I want the cold, hard truth.” 

“Nothing about the way I feel about you is cold.” He reached up to run his fingers through your hair. “I do, in fact, like you. I’ve liked you for quite some time now. I like you, romantically. I like you in the sense that I’d like to be with you, as your partner. I like you in the sense that I’d like you to be by my side. I like you in the sense that, God willing, I’d like to grow old with you.” 

“You mean older than you already are.” You said before you could stop yourself. 

He sighed. “Yes, older than I already am. Cheeky brat.” 

You giggled, pulling him down for a quick kiss. You’d rather he brushed his teeth before trying to kiss you after what he’s just done. 

“And you? Do you like me?” Silco asked, raising an eyebrow. 

“Well I thought that was obvious by now. You think I’d wear something like this for anyone? Work the hours I do?”

“I thought I paid you well.” 

“You do.”  

“Yet you complain about the hours?” 

“Shush you. I’m trying to have a little romantic moment here and you’re kinda ruining it.” 

“My apologies. Continue.” 

“As I was saying,” You huffed. “I’ve done a lot of things I wouldn’t normally do. Just to get your attention. It’s kinda stupid of me. I told myself I’d never do anything stupid for a man. Yet here I am.”

“I don’t–” 

“Let me finish.” You gave him a pointed look and he nodded, falling silent. 

“I like you, Silco. Romantically.” You paused and took a breath. “I want to be your partner. I want to be by your side. And I want to be there with you when you’ve achieved this dream of yours, and we get to live somewhere that doesn’t have break ins on a regular basis, or steal or kill or have to do anything like that to survive.” 

It was a quiet few moments before you finally asked the question. “So, will you be my partner?” 

“I’d be honored.” 

Hello, authors note here. I capped this at 8,409 words. Decided to keep the smut focused on you because it felt in character for Silco to prioritize you over himself. But trust, if anonymous requests a part two or smth I will make sure that he gets taken care of. I took my time with this one cause I wanted to do some plant research. Didn't research it too intently because this is just a drabble, but enough to get a few details. Anyways hope you enjoyed. Requests are still open. Here's my feeble attempt at tagging before I pass the hell out, feel free to add any tags you think should be added.

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First Meetings with.. (One Piece Edition)

Part two with Zoro, Robin and Luffy Part three with Crocodile, Mihawk and Buggy Part four with Benn, Shanks and Smoker

A tumblr exclusive collection of little reader insert drabbles - these won't be going on my AO3, these are just for the feral people of this wonderful hellscape

Requests are open for x reader things! I will write basically ANY kind of reader - male, female, non-binary, gender neutral, trans, disabled, black, white, latino, asian, neurodivergent, etc

I'll probably do more over time but here's three to start with - Ace, Law and Sanji. Readers are all gender neutral, but for Sanji reader is fem presenting (so he would be nice)

"Well hey there gorgeous." A voice said behind you, startling you to the point of hitting your hand against the counter in front of you. You were just minding your business, attempting to buy some food for the week, when some random guy had appeared behind you. You had half a mind to turn around and give him a piece of your mind, when the shopkeeper's eyes widened, and whispered his name. Fire Fist Ace. The pirate. "Who do you think you are?" You asked, turning to face him with a scowl. You wouldn't attack him outright, but you were not happy with the look on his face (now that you could see it) and wouldn't let it go. "Your future boyfriend, hopefully." Ace replied, and you scoffed. You turned back to the shopkeeper and bought your groceries, before making to leave the store. Ace followed behind you closely, making no secret of the fact that he was there.

"Are you lost?" You snarked, rolling your eyes at Ace. He was persistent, you'd give him that. "Oh no, just hoping you'll look at me like that again. You're perfect." "You're disgusting." You grumbled, although you'd certainly never been called perfect before, and in another circumstance you wouldn't be mad about it. "Hey, now that's harsh." Ace replied, but he was laughing as he said it, clearly unphased by your displeasure being directed at him. You took off walking again, not walking toward your place since you didn't exactly want to lead him straight to it.

Ace, to his credit, continued to follow you and eventually began to just talk. He seemed to be able to talk forever, uncaring whether or not you were listening - though you were. He was a pirate, pretty high bounty, almost a warlord, he had a little brother who he was stupid proud of, and an even bigger family waiting for him back on his main ship. "While this is all very nice, are you going to leave me be any time soon?" You asked eventually, back on the main street of the town once again. "Are you going to tell me your name?" That was all? You told him your name, utterly exasperate it. "Well, gorgeous, you'll be seeing more of me soon." With that, he took off in the opposite direction of your home, with a swagger in his step, happy he'd gotten what he wanted. You kind of hoped that you would be seeing him again soon - you liked him, reluctantly.

You weren't even hurt that badly. The guys were gone, and you were managing to stumble home just fine. You had a first aid kit in the kitchen that would be able to patch you up, and then you could go to the doctor when you had the time and had gotten some sleep. It was too late to go see her now.

As you stumbled down the dark street, clutching walls for stability, a man began to approach you. "Fuck off! Not in the mood." You snarled, clutching the broken shard of glass you'd gotten in the fight, a strip of your shirt wrapped around it to protect your hand. "You're injured." The guy stated flatly, and then you'd hit a stalemate. "Duh?" You said, still brandishing the shard in your hand. "I can fix it. I'm a doctor. Don't have to drop the glass, but I'd prefer if you didn't stab me." The supposed doctor drawled. He seemed.. familiar. Something about him just sparked recognition in the back of your mind, and that put you a little on edge. "You're familiar - why?" You questioned, shuffling backward to get a little further away from him while you waited on his answer. "I'm Trafalgar Law. My bounty poster is on the wall you're clutching." The pirate doctor pointed out, nodding toward it. Well, that made sense. Surgeon of death you'd heard him called - so at least that meant he was a doctor right? "Alright. But one wrong move and you'll be needing your own medical care." You threatened, and Law just half nodded. He knelt down in front of you to look at your wound, then pulled some bandages from a pocket in his coat. He wrapped your leg, doing so in complete silence and without hesitation. When he was done, he stood again and grunted as he nodded.

"Should be fine now. It'll hurt to walk still, but less risk of infection." He summarised, stepping around you to continue in the direction he'd been going. "Wait! Why did you do that?" You asked, spinning quickly on your good leg. "You're cute." He said simply, a small smirk on his face. He lifted his hand, said a word you didn't hear, and then in a flash of blue light he was gone.

You'd bumped into him entirely by chance, and gotten talking. He was a nice guy, he was sweet if a little much when it came to women he saw. You didn't mind - you could see that his intentions were good, for the most part. He offered to pay for a drink for you, since you'd narrowly avoided colliding with him outside of a bar, and you'd accepted. He let you order what you wanted, and he paid, not even blinking. It was second nature to him. He was kind, and offered endless compliments that you withstood with a smile on your face - you weren't quite used to such a bombardment of affection.

He disappeared after an hour or so, but returned the next day. You'd tried to ask where he went, but he danced around the question and asked you on an official date. You'd had a nice enough time the day before, and so you agreed.

He took you to a restaurant, it was classier than you usually allowed yourself to go to with a modest amount of money, but it didn't seem to be any object for him. He told you that he wouldn't compromise on good food, and allowed you to order anything you'd like, with no concerns about how many beri it would set him back. It felt nice not to worry about it for once. You ordered starters, then mains, with drinks flowing easily between you, and then a dessert to share to end the experience. You'd been there for hours, but with the money that you'd spent, no waiter could argue.

The conversation between you was easy and light, he was enraptured by your every word, he couldn't help it. He looked at you as if you'd hung the very stars in the sky. "All I've done is talk. I know almost nothing about you." You said to him, and Sanji laughed awkwardly. "I suppose so. But I'm afraid there's not much to tell." He said, and just as you'd been about to argue, a woman with orange hair came bursting into the restaurant calling his name. You looked at him with wide eyes and stood quickly. "No! She's not-" Sanji said hurriedly. "How much of my money was spent on this date?" Nami demanded, fire in her eyes. "I'm so sorry! I didn't realise you were-" You attempted to say to the woman, hoping she wouldn't direct her frightening anger at you. "Oh you're gorgeous. Well played cook, didn't think you had it in you." She praised, and then bewildered confusion fell over you. "Oh Nami, your praise is a balm on my heart." You rolled your eyes and folded your arms, raising an expectant eyebrow as you stared at Sanji, waiting for an explanation. "I'm a pirate. She's our navigator, and.. treasurer I suppose." He explained, and you sighed. "So you're not staying." "I can't." Sanji agreed, with a sad smile and nod. "But we're not leaving for another few days. So have fun while you can." Nami said, giving you a wink and Sanji a firm punch before turning to leave the restaurant.

Fun. You could do that.

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Thank You

Pairing: Uchiha Itachi x f!Reader

Summary: Going blind and coughing up blood, Itachi had to seek some kind of medical aid, if only to prolong the inevitable. It helped that some random farming village's secondary clinician was so understanding and willing to provide that aid - but now, after a year of visits and spinning a Parnassian lie, he's started to care for the clincian, against his better judgement.

W/c: 2.7k

Warnings: meh, fluff, just Itachi going blind and trying to be nice (also him negating to tell our girl that he isn't just some wayward poet)

Notes: totally totally totally inspired by this post by @weeny-mcbitch !! also, was supposed to be a drabble that I stayed up all night to write instead, so lmk if y'all want a part 2, im teeming with ideas rn (also, im working on my requests, i swear to god, this is kinda like a warm up for one of then - whoever sent in that itachi and shisui one ily youre a genius) anyway lmk if this sucks

Masterlist💿

He was such a kind man, there wasn't a thing in the world you wouldn't have done for him, for free. Just his thanks and the small, reluctant smiles he would give you were payment enough.

"I don't want your money, Itachi," you giggled as you reshelved an assortment of herbs. "When have I ever made you pay for my silly, little pills?"

"They're not silly, and you should."

Looking over to him and his holey cloak, you just asked with a grin, "When are you going to let me fix up that ratty cloak of yours, anyway?"

"I'm practically stealing from you as is," he grimaced, holding up the bottle of pills you had just pressed.

Itachi stared at the exam room wall in front of him with wide, unmoving eyes for a moment longer before letting them trail to you. Smiling at him softly, you returned a jar of Goldenseal essence to your wall. His stare made you nervous - it was as if he were looking straight through you, despite an effort. You shelved the final jar and put your hands up, one in front of the other, aimed at Itachi.

"What are you doing?"

"How many fingers am I holding up with the hand closer to you?"

"Why are you doing this?" He asked with a sigh, looking back to the wooden wall in front of him. Dropping your hands, you moved to sit beside Itachi on the bench of your family's exam room.

Your father was your village's clinician, trained by his father and his father before him. He had been training you thusly to carry on the title, which allowed you the facility to care for the wandering ninja before you, whenever he came along. It wasn't terribly often that Itachi would visit, but you always made sure to be thorough in your examination when he would.

"Last time you were here, I noticed you were having some issues with your depth perception. This time, your pupils aren't properly dilating with the light," you told him softly. Itachi just turned his head down to look at the floor instead. Sighing, you put your hand on his shoulder, squeezing lightly as you said, "I'm not an optometrist by any stretch, but my cousin is. If you're still here tomorrow afternoon, I can get you an appointment."

"I won't be."

His voice was firm, but had such an feeling of regret attached to it. You frowned, letting his shoulder go. He was an adult, and a wanderer, no less. There wasn't a thing in the world you could do to force Itachi to do anything.

The air in the room had gotten much too thick for your liking. So you smiled, bumping your shoulder against his as you stood again, remarking, "I suppose the life of a travelling poet doesn't allow time for optometry then."

"No, it doesn't..." Itachi trailed off.

You just chuckled lightly, collecting your notes on the wanderer that were strewn across your father's desk. Your desk. The practitioner's desk. A life of poetry and meandering seemed so nice in comparison to your boring life. Though, Itachi never meandered. He never seemed to have the time. You'd think a man of his lifestyle would have all the time in the world.

"Will you ever share one of your poems with me?" You asked, lining your year's worth of papers up before sliding them into your bag.

"What?"

Scared out of your skin, you jumped away from Itachi, who was suddenly standing beside you. He took a step back, extending his arms to you. Itachi's face filled with worry as his cloudy, black eyes jumped around your entire body.

"I'm sorry," he said quickly. "I didn't mean to frighten you, I should have made more noise. I'm so s-"

"It's alright," you murmured, taken by the slight parting of his lips and furrow of his brow. You just stared at his face, heart corralling itself, as a different Itachi stood before you. One you hadn't seen before. Inhaling deeply, you bit down on your lip, murmuring, "As an aside... you smell amazing."

Closing his mouth, Itachi blinked slowly as his expression morphed into that of confusion, then to a slight... well, you didn't know. He just seemed caught off guard, though pleasantly so. Itachi's brow relaxed slightly, and you were blessed with his small smile. The right corner of his mouth lifted just slightly higher as his eyes roamed your face, and Itachi leaned forward unconsciously. You smiled back, collecting the straps of your bag as you maintained your gaze on Itachi.

After a long while, Itachi rubbed the back of his neck, turning his eyes to the ground. "What do I smell like?"

"I dunno," you chuckled, pulling your bag over your shoulder and walking up beside Itachi. You leaned closer to him and took a long breath, deep and thoughtful. Humming, you mumbled, "Like a very foggy forest, I suppose."

"Ugh, that's terribly musky," Itachi complained with a kind of joke in his tone that was foreign to your ear. You smiled as Itachi turned his head to look at you, his minty breath washing over you as he asked hesitantly, "And you... like that?"

"I do, indeed," you confirmed with a nod. "Though, I can smell a distinct lack of mullein on you. Make sure you're steaming those pills properly."

"I do," he replied almost indignantly.

You chuckled as you asked, "With the towel over your head, and all?"

Itachi's nose twitched, nodding, "As embarrassing and time consuming as it is, yes."

"What colours come up after?"

"Black, and blood."

"Are you coughing while over the pot?"

Itachi's face scrunched up at your question. "No, ew, why would I-"

"Don't cough into the pot, take your head out for a second," you laughed, shaking your head. Walking to the exam room door, you flicked off the lights, allowing the moonlight from the window to illuminate the room. "You shouldn't suppress your coughs, that will only make you cough harder when you give in."

You opened the door and turned back to the beautiful, black haired poet. He stood by the desk, nodding silently and softly. Itachi's large eyes reflected the shine of the moon so wonderfully, it was like you could see the individual beams as they touched the different shades of his dark irises. 

Eh, what the Hell. "Care to walk me home, or does the Poet's Life not allow time for that either?"

Elegant as a dancer, Itachi swiveled on his heel and came to you with his small smile returned to his full lips. His cloak swished as he walked toward you, his footsteps no louder than those of the smallest mouse in the largest church. Voice as rich as your grandmother's chocolate cake, Itachi hummed,

"I can make the time, if only for you."

"Oh, stop, now you're just flirting with me," you grinned as the black haired man followed you out of the primary exam room.

"And if I am?"

"Well," you grinned with a blush, locking the door. "Then I would smile, kiss you, and say thank you."

"Then I'm awaiting your kiss."

"You're awfully bold this evening, Itachi," you giggled, hooking your arm into his as you began to walk down the short hallway of exam rooms.

He smiled, looking straight forward as he walked with you, putting his other hand over yours. Just his presence was so calming, but it was like contact with him put your soul in a trance. Nothing bothered your mind, nothing nagged - everything felt peaceful, or at least tentatively so. The two of you swept into the waiting room and you both turned back to lock the door to the hallway.

"Do you have a boyfriend? A husband?"

"Cripes, Itachi, how old do you think I am? A husband?" You exclaimed with a laugh.

"You said you were nineteen a few months ago," Itachi said with a gentle voice. "A young woman like you... you should have a husband... someone to love you."

"Lots of people love me," you replied, mocking his earlier indignance, pulling Itachi through the dark waiting room.

"That's not what I meant," he sighed, pursing his lips. You frowned a bit, recognizing he thought you were upset. Itachi's hand stiffened over yours, as if he was worried you would let go. Drawing a deep breath, he clarified slowly, "I meant... I'm sorry, I just- you're so... it's unbelievable that no one has... you must decline a thousand proposals a day, is what I mean."

"Awfully poetic wording," you remarked jokingly.

Opening the front door of the clinic, you and Itachi squeezed through together while you chewed on your lip. The night air was crisp, wrapping you in a ticklish blanket, which had you you tighten your grip around Itachi's bicep. The muscle rippled beneath your fingers as Itachi pulled you a step closer to him while you locked the final door.

"My dad takes care of that for me," you admitted, drawing him down the steps of your family's clinic and onto the dirt road. "He needs me at the clinic, and in the garden, and at home - one day, he'll decide we need a next generation to continue the clinic, but I've still got a few more years."

Looking over, you remarked the frown that had settled onto Itachi's lips. Still staring ahead, Itachi looked genuinely upset by your words, almost troubled.

"I wish... I'm sorry," he simply said.

"Not your fault, poet," you shrugged, rubbing small circles into his bicep. "I'm content. I've got a job, a small nation's worth of friends, and the attention of the most handsome ninja in the world."

"Who?" Itachi snapped, head swiveling so quickly you could hear a small crunch of cartilidge.

With a chuckle, you shook his arm. "Don't tell me you're losing your sharpness along with your eyesight." Itachi quirked his eyebrow at you, squinting as he did. You snickered, "You, Itachi, are the most handsome ninja- no, human - and you're gorgeous. Drop-dead gorgeous."

"Now you're just flirting with me."

"I am, but I'm also telling the honest truth," you replied, feeling like your heart was going to beat out of your chest at any second.

Looking forward, you could make out the lights of your house in the distance. You turned your head up, hearing the crickets' chirps and the soft breaths Itachi took. The stars above where abundant in the black canvas of the sky, the white and yellow specks flickered in every corner, as far as the eye could see. Right in the center of the sky, directly above the two of you, a big, bright, full moon shone, bathing your little village in silver glow. Everything seemed so perfect, so picturesque - as if the whole world was as calm as you. Perhaps it was, if only while you walked with Itachi.

"Do you know any of the constellations?" Itachi asked you gently, only a few paces from your house.

"Not a one, you?"

"I could draw you a map of the sky, if you wanted me to."

You looked over casually as Itachi raised his eyes to the sky. He began squinting and widening his eyes, pupils stagnant and his eyes dry. Despite the obvious troubles, Itachi raised his hand from yours and pointed. Your eyes followed up his arm, his index finger drawing a strange figure eight in the Northern sky as he mumbled,

"There... do you see a really bright star and a kind of fish shape?"

Matching his squint, you looked where he pointed. Itachi's finger was a ways off the brightest star in that direction, but you assumed that was the star he meant.

"I see the bright one, I think, but the fish is a bit tough."

"Well, the star is called Vega, and the constellation is Lyra," he told you, bringing his hand back to rest atop yours on his bicep. Itachi squeezed your hand to his muscle and he continued, "It's a lyre, like the one Orpheus played."

"Who's Orpheus? And who's the liar?"

"A lyre is a harp of sorts, but Orpheus' is a very long story, sweetheart," Itachi chuckled lowly as the two of you approached your house.

With a shrug, you pulled him to the stairs to your door and sat on the second step, letting go of his arm.

"I've got the time for a story."

Smiling, Itachi sat next to you and began, "Then forget Orpheus for a second while I tell you about Jason."

Over the hours of the night, Itachi divulged the epic legends of Jason and his Argonauts, shifting to Orpheus and Eurydice after. You listened with rapt attention, clinging to every word as he gesticulated wildly. Itachi painted such vivid imagery with his tongue that you had no doubt he was a poet. Of course people would pay to listen to his voice, to be taken into a world of his creation.

As he recited the tales, you asked him questions. Silly, little questions, you thought, but they derailed him greatly, sending him on tangents about different translations and different versions of the same myth.

"He has to turn around."

"But he can't, you just said that was the rule."

"What would you do, if your love refused to look at you?" Itachi asked, eyes locked with yours.

You shrugged and yawned, "I dunno, you're always staring at me."

"Okay, then think," he chuckled. "I'm in front of you, and you can only see the back of my head, as we walk out of Hell."

"Sounds alright."

"We're in Hell though, sweetheart," Itachi reminded you with a smug smile. "The ground is alive, only to trip you - demons are swarming and taunting us - we're surrounded by danger. And I don't look back... I don't check if you're still with me, or if you're alright."

"Oh, I get it, I get it," you hummed with a nod. "But still, we would be fine, as soon as we're safe on Earth."

"Eurydice didn't think so." Itachi tore his eyes away from yours, looking to the sky as it lightened. "In the one version where Orpheus doesn't turn, Eurydice turned back. She returned to Hell, not wanting to live if Orpheus didn't care enough to check on her."

"That's terribly sad, Itachi."

He looked back to you, smiling softly despite your words. "I'm sorry, sweetheart. I don't mean to sadden you."

"I'm not sad." You yawned again, leaning on Itachi's shoulder. "Not sad at all."

"I should let you go in, get some sleep while you still can."

"Next time you come, you should stay with me," you suggested, almost ignoring his attempt to leave. "You could stay for a few days even, get some proper writing in. The village isn't awe-inspiring, but we've got a few nice streams and valleys."

Itachi took a deep breath, then leaned his head against yours gently. The two of you sat on your step, simply breathing together as the sky shifted from a navy blue to a darling lilac. Slowly, the stars that Itachi seemed to know so much about faded into the distance, leaving you only a twinkle in your mind to mark their presence. Birds stirred awake, the hatchlings cheeping desperately for breakfast from their diligent parents. The birds awoke the cicadas, who started their droning early, before the sun even began to rear it's stunning halo over the horizon.

The silence that you and the wandering poet had constructed began to seep away as the farmers began their morning duties. Machinery whirred to life, and farmhands slowly started stumbling from their houses, on their ways to their contracts.

No louder than a whisper, Itachi mumbled, "I need to go."

"Why? A limerick on the tip of your tongue?"

"You could say that," he smiled, lifting his head off of yours slowly. Once you raised your head from his shoulder, Itachi stood and extended his hand to you. You took it gratefully, and Itachi added, "I'll come back soon."

"I hope," you replied honestly, squeezing his hand. Itachi's Obsidian eyes flickered around your face, his pupils dilating wide. You grinned, "I'll work on some eyedrops for you - I can't restore muscle, but I can help quell the dryness."

"You don't have to do that."

"I want to."

"Okay," Itachi whispered.

Carefully, he brought his free hand to your face, tracing your cheekbone with his thumb as his fingers pressed against your jaw.

When you leaned against him, Itachi let go of your hand, in favour of cupping your face on either side. You rested your palms around his thick, bare, scarred forearms, as the tattered sleeves of his cloak had fallen to his elbows. For a minute, you and Itachi stood in the quiet of the morning as his fingers gently roamed around your face. They brushed down your nose, feeling each dip in your jaw and temples, gently squeezing the flesh of your cheek. Everywhere he touched, a trail of tingling fire was left, making your heart bounce around in your chest. Itachi's small smile grew on his face, deepening from a simple smirk to a full-blown beam.

Blinking a few times, Itachi said, a decibel louder, "You are... very, very pretty, Y/n."

You smiled, leaning forward to the balls of your feet. Lingering for only a second, you pressed a kiss to Itachi's cheek. His face bloomed quite the rosy red, as you said,

"Thank you."

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Stray Kids as angst tropes:

Hey, guys! Okay, so I was in the mood for writing some angst, so here you go four angsty Stray Kids drabbles. I still have to work on Seungmin's, which means I'll probably post the other four tomorrow. Until then I hope you enjoy these ones.

Kisses😘

Chan:

You and Chan were walking down the street holding hands and laughing when a girl stopped in her tracks next to you.

"Chan? Is it really you?" she said with a surprised laugh.

The confusion on Chan's face quickly changed into pure happiness when he recognised the girl.

You've never met the girl before but you know exactly who she is. You know that she's the owner of the box of women's clothes on the highest shelf in Chan's closet. You know that she's the reason why Chan's watching Attack on Titan every Tuesday night. You know that he can't say he loves you because of her. And it hurts even if you told him a thousand times that it's okay. He looks at you like you're the prettiest girl in the world, but her... He looks at her like she's his whole world.

"Chan, stop apologising"

"But I didn't know this will happen, we were only supposed to meet to catch up a bit, not to find our unresolved feelings for each other"

"I did"

"What?" he looks at you in confusion.

"I knew this was coming, she was always who you'd choose"

"I'm so sorry, y/n"

"I guess it was my mistake" you let out a bitter laugh.

"No, don't you dare say you're at fault"

"I should've left sooner" now both of your eyes were glossy from tears. "Goodbye, Chan"

You hugged.

"I wish you all the best, y/n"

Minho:

Ringing. Not even remotely unusual sound for Minho. Especially because his best friend since high school was calling him nonstop for the last few days. He just ignored it for the most parts. He didn't want to talk to her. He had no idea what to say to her after what happened at Friday night. But then the ringing stopped and did not start again like Minho anticipated it to, like it did oh so many times already this weekend. What happened? Did you give up?

He almost felt relieved but then he realized... He knows you too well to believe you gave up. You're too persistent. And boy was he right. The next thing he hears is banging on his door.

"Open the fucking door, Minho, or I swear to god I'm gonna kick it in your face"

With a sigh he opens the door and you storm in.

"Y/n, seeing you is always a delight"

"Cut the crap, Min, I deserve at least an explanation"

"I'm not sure I can give you the explanation you wanna hear"

"Please, what happened? I thought you wanted it too" you whispered.

"We ruined our friendship"

"No, we didn't. Our friendship doesn't have to be ruined just because we start dating, it's not..."

"I don't want to date you! I never have and never will" he cuts in bitterly.

"But... I watched you go out with numerous girls waiting for the day you realize that the right girl was right in front of you the whole time" you trail off, tears now freely falling from your eyes.

"Sleeping with you was the worst mistake of my life" he answers without any emotion what so ever.

"And knowing you was mine. Fuck you, Lee Minho!"

With that you walk out of his apartment and his life. You never wanted to see him again not as a friend, not as a lover and not even as a stranger on the street. You wanted to forget him and the piece of your heart that he took for forever.

Changbin:

It was collecting up in you for long by now. Ever since Changbin and you became official you're getting hate from his fans. And we are talking about regular death threats level of hate. But when your sister got involved too you had enough. You decided to break up with Changbin. It was a hard decision but you had to do it, you couldn't take it anymore. Even though he had a really hard time dealing with the fact.

"Please tell me at least part of it was real" he pleaded

"All of it was real but I can't do this anymore. I'm not strong enough to bear it"

"Don't say it. Don't say goodbye"

"I'm so sorry, Changbin" you choked out, lips trembling, voice cracking and tears collecting on your lashes. "But we were never meant to last"

You left the room and was about to open the front door when he shouted after you.

"If you knew that from the start you should have told me before I fell in love with you"

For him the only indication of you hearing it was the sound of the front door closing right after. That was the last time you saw each other.

Hyunjin:

You and Hyunjin were madly in love at the start of your relationship and you made sure that everyone knew that. You were probably the cringiest couple alive. You did everything together and you were all over each other all the time. So everything was perfect until your third year anniversary. You had a huge fight and Hyunjin left and spent the night at his friend's. A girl he suddenly started to spend an awful lot of time with. Since then you felt further and further away from each other. You stopped going out together.

You were slipping away from each other and what is better evidence to that than the situation you're in right now. You are standing exhausted and completely soaked by the rain in front of the Café you work in. The Café your boss closed at 19:00. Exactly when he does everyday, exactly when your shift ended and exactly when you asked Hyunjin this morning to pick you up from there. That was an hour ago. Since then the rain is getting more and more intense. You are not  sure anymore whether it's the rain or your tears that's running down your cheek constantly.

At the start of the hour you thought it's him every time a car passed by. You are not hoping anymore. Not even sure why are you still waiting for him, you could've gotten on a bus and you'd already be home.

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For the drabble game could you write fluff with youtuber bf jk ? I am not creative so I couldn’t think of a sentence sorry😭 but maybe he does one of those 24hr streams, I love your writing!

youtuber boyfriend! kook headcanons:

tags/ warnings: none. just a lot of fluff and feelings <3

notes: when i got sent this idea ages ago i got so excited. and i wrote three fics for it but hated them all and then made sure they were to never see the light of day. so my solution is to write some cute boyfriend headcanons instead to make up for it!! simply because i absolutely love this idea and i need to write anything for it to sate the need within me.

notes 2: this got slightly longer than i’d intended LMAO sorry 🕺

𓇻 i feel like jungkook’s channel has a plethora of videos, though he specializes in gaming.

𓇻 its probably one of his biggest passions. though i do see him dabbling in commentary, or even review type videos. maybe he’s a bit of a collector as well and goes on hour long rants about rare items or hauls of what he purchased over the years.

𓇻 i see the both of you probably meeting at one of those second-hand game and film stores.

𓇻 maybe you’re just milling around. more content to browse the movies than the games because you only own an old console (something cute like a nintendo DS) but they don’t really sell the game cards commercially anymore

𓇻 and jungkook loses track of why he was even there in the first place when he spots you. slowly scooting towards the corner you’re in.

𓇻 jungkook might not exactly believe in love at first sight, finds it a little hard to imagine loving someone so soon. but he definitely believes in destiny, even fate. and some small part of his mind had convinced him that surely this was just that.

𓇻 he’d be a bit shy about trying to approach you, mouth opening only for nothing to come out because what was he supposed to say? and maybe he accidentally startles you, offering to pay for the few dvds you had hugged to your chest as a lame sort of compensation

𓇻 he’d be the one to ask for your number, he’d be the first to text. you’d tell him later on it’s because you didn’t want to come off too head-strong. worried you’d scare him off messaging only hours after meeting. and then he’d tell you he had worried about the same thing

𓇻 jungkook wouldn’t straight out tell his audience he’d gotten into a relationship. it’s not that he was embarrassed about you, quite the opposite; he’d love to flaunt you to the world. it’s just he’d worry about the reaction from fans.

𓇻 he’d have a pretty hefty audience, a well established one even. and he wasn’t blind to the mean comments that would occasionally show up beneath videos or social media posts. he, himself, never found much issue in dealing with them, on occasion he’d get a little down but he knew that really he put himself up for this. he chose to show his face online, and with that would come some backlash. however, that didn’t mean he wasn’t worried about you or how shitty comments would effect your well being.

𓇻 definitely the ���in a relationship but it’s private” sort of photos would slowly creep their way onto his IG posts. maybe of little date nights— candles on the table with a dinner you’d cooked together (2 glasses, 2 plates and 2 sets of cutlery), or your favorite cake he’d tried to bake himself with the lego flowers he’d spent the previous evening trying to make (because at least you could look at the lego ones forever and they wouldn’t die). or maybe even your hand snuck in a photo or simply your silhouette beneath a sunset.

𓇻 maybe a few of your own collectible items had made their way onto the shelf in his studio. an obvious beanbag in the corner (you’d often sit there and read as he went through emails or scripted videos). valentines cards that he’d never thought to take down, or posters of yours that never exactly fit in the bedroom

𓇻 it would become apparent that he was in a long-term relationship when he’d film a moving video. so much of your stuff mingled with his own, split seconds of the shared rooms he’d add to the video before showing his audience his new office space. the extra shoes and cute little additions to his home; soft cushions on the couch, ceramics you’d begged him to buy. your hoard of plushies that took up half the bed or the stupid amount of skin care products stacked up in the bathroom. all a sure way of telling his fans that he was serious about you, even if they had no idea of your name or face

𓇻 maybe with enough comments he’d make a little announcement at the end of a video.

𓇻 “i know you’ve all probably guessed by now, but i am in fact, in a relationship”

𓇻 and then proceeded to talk about you for 7 minutes because really he wanted everyone to know how much he loved you. and truthfully he never knew when to shut up when it came to you, not when you were what’s on his mind most of the time. he’d tell them how you’d met, and how he had been absolutely enamored by you almost instantly. he’d show everyone the matching bracelets you’d made. grinning as he showed off the receipt he’d kept in his wallet from your first date together at a small cafe in town, mentioning how he kept a baby photo of you in the back of his phone too.

𓇻 the first time you’d show up in a video, he’d plan for the both of you to do some crafts together one afternoon. a hobby you’d been trying over the last couple of weeks, and jungkook liked to indulge you. loved to watch you sprawled across the floor of an evening with glue coating your fingers and way too much glitter imbedded in the carpet.

𓇻 he’d have been worried at first. asking you over and over if it was truly okay for you to be on camera, and after your reassured him with a kiss, he’d settle down slightly. though his anxiety had still clung to him, eyes flitting your way throughout the afternoon

𓇻 he could tell how shy you’d been, and had reassured you that really you didn’t even need to address the audience. he’d do all the silly little things you giggled at him for. and all you had to do was sit there and be pretty for him. you’d been a lot quieter than usual; itching to give him a kiss each time he was just so awfully jungkook. eyes like those of galaxies when he got something right, or the happiest smile on his face when you asked him for help

𓇻 the day he did a 24 hour charity stream would be when his audience sees you the most. milling around the house, making sure your boyfriend was fed and watered. maybe even sitting down and reading the chat when he wanted to shower. or answering questions while perched on his lap. he’d want to smother you with even more love when you’d catch his eye— a silent question if you were doing okay, that you answered all the questions correct. and he’d squeeze your thigh in reassurance, head resting over your shoulder as he listened to your voice, humming to let you know he was still listening

𓇻 you’d startle him at 4am, a little pouty that you’d had to fall asleep alone. dragging a chair from the kitchen to sit on as you watch him play a game you’d never seen before.

𓇻 “go back to bed, baby” he’d coo, “you’ll fall asleep sitting up and get a bad back”

𓇻 and maybe after that he’s a lot more open to showing you on camera. filming you on beaches, eating cakes and ice creams from a million different restaurants or dancing around hotel rooms or sitting on the balcony with the sun warming your skin when he takes you on holiday. short films dedicated to you with your favorite songs playing in the background

𓇻 maybe he even makes a playlist on his youtube channel, titled “my love” for every video that he includes you in

𓇻 idk just very much in love boyfriend kook who wants the world to love you almost as much as he does (because in all honesty, no one would ever love you more than he does)

[blueflamebimbo]

CHAPTER 2: SCRAPES

𓆩♡𓆪 ── "VITAMIN DARLING": KAMINARI DENKI X READER

A/N: Part 2 of "Vitamin Darling", my childhood friends to lovers drabble collection, all thanks to my love for Denki. In this chapter, we find out how Denki taught you more than one lesson, when you were seven years old.

Warnings: f!reader, mention of minor skateboard injuries.

Word count: 1,135

𓆩♡𓆪 ── back to Vitamin Darling masterlist

You're seven years old when Kaminari Denki takes you by the hand and drags you to the empty parking lot behind his house. It’s the summer of your first year of primary school, and although it is terrifying to start anew, the burden is lightened by your best friend; Denki is just as nervous, but he has been there to hold your hand the entire time. Such are the benefits of ending up in the same class together.

Ever since you met him in kindergarten, Denki has been somewhat of a constant in your life. Your mother and his have gotten so close that they've started going on shopping trips without the children being involved, your father and his have become permanent tennis buddies, and even your cat seems to like the yellow-haired boy more than he likes your brother. Granted, your brother is a bit of a butt-head, so that's not too surprising.

Denki places the skateboard down onto the concrete ground and beams at you expectantly. It’s impressive how much he has changed in three short years. No longer a blubbering mess, the boy has gained some confidence.

"It's because you're my friend," he explained as he was pushing you on the swings in his backyard, a few weeks ago. "Things aren't as scary when you've got good friends, ya know?"

Denki is half an inch shorter than you are, but sometimes even you have to admit that you look up to him. It’s like he has an infinite pool of positivity to draw from, these days, and it's contagious, like he's some type of happiness vitamin. Besides, Denki says he can feel a growing spurt coming. Supposedly, he can feel it in his toes. Personally, you think it's just another wart growing on his big toe, but you don't have the heart to tell him he should probably throw out his old shoes and get new ones. The bright blue converse sneakers on his feet have holes in them, but he says they're his lucky pair - they help him skate better.

He's still looking at you expectantly as his right foot rolls the skateboard back and forth, and he’s holding out a hand now.

"I can hold your hand while you try it out, if it's too scary," he offers.

With a petulant huff, you roll your eyes and confidently stride up to the board.

"Who says I'm scared?!"

Denki grins, as he usually does, and explains where to put your feet.

Skating is one of the only things you don't do together. There's a couple of boys in your class who are quite good at it, and they taught Denki how to do it after school at the beginning of the year. That was three months ago, and it's starting to gnaw at you how much you're feeling left out. It doesn't make sense to you, either. Surely, if you put your mind to it, you can master this and join them from time to time. After all, if boys can do it, how hard can it be?

As it turns out, it's not as easy as it looks. The wheels on the board are far too slippery. Are they even supposed to roll that fast? You've barely put your foot on when the board slides forward and puts you on your ass.

Denki is on you like lightning, and he's chewing his lip like he usually does when he's worried about something. He looks like he's about to ask you if you're okay, so you wave him off and mutter something along the lines of "stupid board" and "I just wasn't ready yet".

He explains how it's important to keep leaning forward instead of backwards, so the board can't get ahead of you. It helps, a little, but it still takes eight tries for you to successfully balance yourself. Once you've got it down, however, Denki looks at you with so much pride, you don't even care how much your tailbone is hurting right now.

His smile instils you with so much confidence that you kick forward with a matching grin stretched across your face, but the force of the kick and your sense of balance don't match up, and the board is kicked backwards while your body is catapulted forward. The salopette you're wearing does nothing to protect your knees as you skid across the concrete.

Back at Denki's house, the boy wastes no time to pull out a box from underneath the sink. He’s watched his mother do this countless times over the past few months. He has the battle scars across his knees, elbows and chin to prove it, so he knows what he's doing as he cleans the scrapes on your knees with antiseptic.

It stings. Whether your knees or your self-esteem have taken a bigger blow, you can't really tell. What you do know, is that it's unfair. It’s unfair because, of the two of you, you were the first to learn how to swim and the first to learn how to ride a bike. How is this any different? And why now, when your friendship with Denki is on the line? What if he ends up spending all of his time with the other kids, because they know how to skate and you don't? Your knees hurt, but the thought of losing your best friend hurts even more, and it's enough to make your bottom lip wobble.

Cool air hits your knees. Denki is blowing on the antiseptic that’s covering way more skin than just the scrapes. He's not entirely sure why he should blow on antiseptic, but he's seen his mom do it every time, so he's positive that it's absolutely, super-duper necessary.

"You were so cool today," he mutters as he meticulously sticks Pokemon themed band-aids to your knees. "Remember how I told you it took me a whole week before I was able to stand upright on a skateboard?" He continues, "Wait until I tell the others that you were able to do it in one day, they'll go nuts."

The wobbling of your lip stops, then, and you look up.

"You don't think I looked dumb?" you ask.

Denki's eyes grow wide.

"Dumb?!" he exclaims, and it's loud. He's always loud. But not in an annoying way, you think. He's Denki, so he's allowed to be loud.

The yellow-haired boy grins again, and suddenly your knees don't sting anymore.

"You could never be dumb," he states, as if it's something that he knows to be true. "You're my best friend," he continues, "And you're the coolest person I know."

When you're seven years old, Kaminari Denki teaches you how to master a skateboard. He also teaches you that the right people will always include you in what makes them happy.

[lachesismoonmist]

JK Drabbles - One Shots #4 - Days Without Incident

Here's a collection of One-Shot stories involving JK. JK as husband, JK as boyfriend, JK as lover.

Some of them are scenes I wrote which didn't make it into my eventual stories,but were such fun to write I wanted to share them.

Each story is saved as an individual chapter.

Enjoy!

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook / Reader Also posted on AO3

Masterlist for JK Drabbles - One Shots

#1 - Welcome Home #2 - Be My Slave #3 - Wait #4 - Days Without Incident

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!TRIGGER WARNING!: Verbal and emotional abuse of MC by husband. Very harsh and degrading language. If this is disturbing for you, please DO NOT read this chapter.

Also, there are thoughts of cheating. White lies, fake smiles, hidden pain are the norm as our MC struggles in her marriage.

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Chapter 4: Days Without Incident - JK as love interest

Scold Me

Days without incident: 0.  Every time you reset the counter to zero, you would either be in a state of shock, or felt like you’d just be trampled on. Or, you’d be beating yourself up over having not done something correctly.  You’d questioned yourself whether you made the right choices.  You doubted yourself, ashamed that you could be so thoughtless and inconsiderate.

No, this wasn’t about something happening at the workplace.  You didn’t work in a hazardous working environment, where those signs were put up to remind everyone to be safe.  Seeing the number of days increasing was supposed to motivate everyone to continue to be safe. If an accident took place, or someone got hurt, the counter would reset to zero.

This was about life with your husband. Kim Taehyung. You’d been married for three years.   When you first met, he had been warm, loving, kind.  He’d pursued you relentlessly, first, getting you to out with him, then getting you to marry him.  You admired his determination and go-getter spirit. Being in the performing arts yourself, you admired his creative spirit. His designs were breathtaking. 

Then things slowly changed.  He wasn’t very warm.  He wasn’t very loving.  He wasn’t very kind. 

He was the leading architect in one of the country’s top construction and property developers.  He was heavily involved in not just the planning, but also the construction for his projects.  Two of the buildings that now made up part of the city skyline were designed by him.   He’d won numerous awards for innovative yet stylish designs. 

Two and a half years ago, he took on a regional role, requiring him to travel every two weeks or so.  It was a promotion for him, one he’d worked very hard for.   So now his projects were much bigger, more complex.  A big part of his job required anticipating issues, potential derailers, putting in contingencies.  Best to put all the necessary plans in place to avoid problems, because once a problem surfaced mid-way it would be a whole lot more difficult and expensive to fix.  So, the initial planning was critical.  He had no tolerance for mistakes that could have been avoided with proper planning.  He was very hard on his subordinates for these sorts of hiccups.  You’d heard him shouting at one of them over the phone once.  It was not pleasant.

You, on the other hand, were more of a “go with the flow” kind of person. You did plan of course, but you were a bit less of a control freak.  Hey, shit happens.  Accidents happen.  People slip up.  Just deal with it when the time comes.  Whatever “mistake” made had happened already. No one could turn back time.  Instead, you focused on how to make the best of the situation.  Keep moving forward. 

Your husband wasn’t a very patient man to begin with.  But given the nature of his work, it got worse.  He’d snap at everything.  You taking too long to put on your shoes.  You forgetting to turn off the lights.  You not topping up the milk.  You forgetting that he’d changed his mind about dinner, and cooking the wrong dish.  Once you’d tried to mention that forgetting to turn off the light happened to everyone.  He countered that he’d told you so many times about it already.  He said he was sick of cleaning up after you.  That the reason he got upset was he’d already reminded you multiple times.  Yet you kept forgetting.  It had to be because you didn’t think what he said to you was important, or you just didn’t care.  You reassured him it was neither. You felt bad about it for the whole day.

It didn’t help that your memory was really terrible.  Your phone calendar was littered with entries, not just about events, but also reminders.  Anyone would have laughed at some of your reminders. You even had one to wish your in-laws “Happy Birthday”.  One year, you’d forgotten, which meant Tae also forgot since you were the one who remembered everyone’s birthdays.  What a tongue lashing you got.  Tae had pointed out angrily that you’d never forget your parent’s birthdays, but when it came to his parents, you didn’t care. You almost blurted out, “But they’re YOUR parents,” but you didn’t.  You didn’t want things to blow up even more. You just wanted the incident to be over.  You felt bad about it too, because he had been right when he said you’d never have forgotten your own parents’ birthdays.  What a horrible person you were! 

The worst thing was, you never knew when he’d snap.  It might have seemed like a trivial thing to you, but it would suddenly become a big issue and he’d erupt.  You felt like you were walking on eggshells. 

It wasn’t like that ALL the time.  You don’t think you would have been able to stay married to him if it were.  On days when he was in a very good mood, you could see the old him.  Fun, cheeky, loving.   More forgiving, patient and understanding.   On days like those, you were reminded why you fell in love with him in the first place.

When he was not in a good mood, best to stay away.  When he snapped, he became a whole different person.   If something went wrong, he’d fly off the handle.   Every time your phone lit up with a notification of a text or call from Tae, the first thing you felt was anxiety.  What had you forgotten this time?  Your mind would be racing a mile a minute, going over what you’d done recently to see if there was potentially anything that could have set him off.  You’d let out a little sigh of relief if the text or call wasn’t a tongue lashing. 

It was always your fault.  That fact was that he didn’t lift a finger to help around the house. You did everything. Since he didn’t do anything, that also meant he couldn’t do anything wrongly.  Whereas you, doing everything, had a higher chance of something “fucking something up”.

Because he came at you so aggressively, your first instinct was to defend yourself.  Your brain went into “flight or fight” mode and would get complete scrambled.  You learnt that there was a term for this:  ‘emotional flooding’.   A sudden and intense feeling of being overwhelmed by emotions. It can make it hard to think clearly or act. 

There were times when you’d try to explain why you did something a certain way.  You were often afraid to admit you’d forgotten something, instead, choosing to come up with a reason that could explain your behaviour, hoping he would buy it. 

Sometimes it would work.  Sometimes it didn’t.  When it didn’t, things would go downhill.  Sometimes things even exploded over text.

“You think I’m stupid?   You’re just making excuses.”

“You really need to know when to just shut the fuck up and stop digging a deeper hole for yourself.”

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“How could you have messed this up? You fucking swine.”

“Are you blind? Or is your head up your ass when you do things?  Your brains don’t work?”

“You make shit decisions.  Don’t you think you should have asked me?”

“Just deal with it yourself. Why do you have to come to me for every little decision?”

“Did you wake up today and ask yourself, ‘How can I fuck up Taehyung’s day today?’”

“This is just asshole behaviour.  You’re an asshole” (finger pointing).  “Get the fuck out of my face. I don’t want to see you.”

Some days you could brush off what he said and the anger he’d directed at you.  Most times he’d feel sorry afterwards, and he’d come to you with puppy dog eyes and say he was sorry.  But some days, you were shell shocked.  You felt horrible for doing whatever it was to him.  You couldn’t believe you had been that inconsiderate.  He had a right to be angry.

So the times when he snapped became incidents for you.  You started keeping track of how many days had passed between incidents.  The highest number you got was 15.

Some days you felt trapped.  Like you couldn’t just be yourself.  You’d dusted off you Kindle and started reading again. You used to be a voracious reader. You liked the quiet at night after having showered, before going to bed.  But Taehyung then complained that you weren’t spending time with him because you’d be reading on the sofa, while he’d gone into the bedroom to watch Netflix.  So, you didn’t read after you shower, sitting on the sofa.  You watched Netflix with him. He’d fall asleep before you did, snoring.  You’d turn on your phone light under your blanket and read for a short while before going to sleep.

Contrary to how everything else was going, the sex was good.  Taehyung was an attentive lover.  He worshiped your body, giving you multiple orgasms before he chased his.  In the last half year or so, he’d been a lot more tired with all the travelling, so sex didn’t happen so often, and didn’t last as long. There was less cuddling. But he always made sure you came first.  One thing you did notice was that you went down on him every time, but he hardly ever went down on you.  The last time had been some months ago, after a big fight.  He’d felt disconnected from you and had desperately wanted to bridge the gap. You were still reeling from the fight, but you let him eat you out.  You didn’t even come, but you made the appropriate noises and faked an orgasm.

Your BFF Jimin knew everything.  You’d confide in him whenever something happened.  He often told you that you didn’t have to live like this. He tried to make you see that this tantamounted to verbal and emotional abuse.  Tae was gaslighting you. You refused to listen. You had been the one to make Taehyung angry.  If you hadn’t done something wrong, he wouldn’t have gotten angry. 

Jimin despaired at ever being able to make you see things differently.  It didn’t help that he was working overseas at the moment, in a totally different time zone from you.

You’d sometimes recall moments when Tae showed affection.  There were so few.  They often happened when you were not alone.  You’d be out with friends, and he’d say things about how well you keep the house, how well you cook, and he’d hook an arm around you and kiss you on the forehead.  Or he’d proudly talk about how successful you were as a dancer, dancing with the National Ballet, but also doing modern dance with a small group of your dance friends.  Your group was getting noticed, and now often performed upon request at big events.  But all these nice things never happened when you were alone.  You’d find yourself thinking, why can’t he be that nice to me when we are alone too?  You felt like you were waiting for little crumbs of affection.  No prizes for guessing who had all the power in the relationship.

Jimin tried again to convince you that this was not how a marriage should work.  No wife should be afraid of getting a scolding from her husband.  No wife should have to accept such awful words thrown at her, albeit in a fit of anger, only to just forgive her husband when he looked contrite and said he was sorry.

So you started keeping a record of what had happened, and the things he had said.    At the back of your mind you agreed with Jimin.  You asked him for the contact of the lawyer who had handled his divorce.  You saved it, but didn’t call her. 

To escape the situation from home, you put in long hours at the dance studio.  Even on days when there was no rehearsal, you’d head in to help out with whatever needed help.  You started giving classes to the kids who wanted to learn ballet.

Not being at home, not being around Taehyung also meant your “Days with Incident” could continue to climb. It made you feel a little less stifled.

Spending more time at the studio also meant spending more time with your friends there. You were really close to the ones who were also doing modern dance with you.  There were two other women, Ara and Ji-a.  There were three men, Namjoon, Yoongi and Jungkook.  With them, you felt like your old self. You could just be you.  You didn’t have to tip toe around anyone.  Your friends had asked if it was tough that your husband was away so much.  You smiled and said no.  You knew he was busy, and he’d message or video-call you every day.  The first part was true. The second part was not.  Your friends all quipped that you guys were so lovey-dovey.  Namjoon made kissy faces at Ara, who pushed him away laughing. You’d just laughed along with them, a knot in your chest.

Tell Me

Jungkook had been observing you.  He noticed that there was a tightness in your expression when you talked about Taehyung.  You’d often paired with him for modern dance, so he thought he knew you pretty well. Your eyes would crinkle when you smiled.  Your cute dimples would appear.  If there was something you disliked you’d wrinkle your nose.   He knew what you looked like when you were relaxed and happy.  He’d picked up a slight change in your posture when anyone mentioned your husband.  A slight slouch, like you were trying to make yourself smaller.  A tightness around the shoulders.  Your face, a blank mask.  Eyes dull, instead of your usual animated, bright-eyes expression. He even thought he saw your eyes water once or twice, but he told himself he was imagining things.

Unbeknownst to you, your efforts at hiding your pain were not totally successful.  Jungkook knew something was wrong.  Jungkook had always felt drawn to you.  He remembered learning that you were married when you’d met a year and a half ago.  He’d been so disappointed that you weren’t available.  He liked everything about you.  How warm and caring you were.  How loyal you were to your friends.  You had a dry sense of humour and could be really cheeky.  Even if he didn’t know how nice you were, he’d might have fallen for you just by dancing with you. The love you had for dance and music. The dedication and effort you put into mastering your craft.   The fluid way you moved.  The graceful curve of your neck. The beautiful lines of your arms.  The way your lost yourself in the music and the moment. How your breath hitched just before he lifted you. 

It felt so natural to have you in his arms.  Granted you were only there because the choreography required it.  But he relished the times when he got to hold you. 

He kept his thoughts to himself. Both the ones about you being unhappy, and the ones about him having a crush on you.  He told himself that he found ways to be around you because he enjoyed your company. Nothing more.

One evening, everyone had gone off after a late practice.  He’d gone to take a shower.  He thought he was alone, until he heard someone sniffling.   He followed the sound till reached the studio at the end.  He pushed the door open slowly and stuck his head in.  It was you.  You were sitting on the floor in a corner, sniffling. You were looking at your phone.

He felt an overwhelming need to comfort you.  He pushed the door open.  Your head shot up at the sound and you saw him.  You hastily dashed away your tears and put on a small smile.

“Oh hey, Jungkook.  I didn’t know you were still around.”

“Y/N, what’s wrong” he said, concern written all over his face.

“Oh, it’s nothing,” you gave me another fake smile, looking away nervously.

“Y/N, it’s not nothing,”  he said, sitting down next to you.  He could see you were trying to compose yourself and look calm, but you were gripping your phone really hard.

He decided now was the time to say something.

“Y/N, I know deep down you’re unhappy.  You’re fine most of the time, but I know that when we  mention Taehyung, you’re putting on a front.  You say things are good, but I see the tightness in your posture and the sadness in your eyes.  Your fake smiles are not fooling me.” He paused to put his finger under your chin to make you look at him.

“Tell me,” he said softly.

You wordlessly handed your phone over to him.  Your message app was open.  He read Taehyung’s messages:

“I really don’t know what goes on in that head of yours. Why can’t you think like a normal person?  Are you fucking retarded? No common sense or basic reasoning.  Do I have to draw a fucking map for you? I can't write a playbook of every fucking scenario if you don't use common sense.”

Jungkook’s blood boiled.  Who talks to their wife like that?   He looked at you, and saw you literally crumble in front of him.  You broke down.  You hunched over, sobs wrecking your entire body. You covered your face with your hands.

Jungkook reached out to gather you in his arms.  He pulled you against him.  You collapsed on him. Tears running down your face.  He didn’t say anything. He just held you.  He didn’t know how long you both sat on the floor like this.  It felt like a long time.  Eventually you cried yourself out and calmed down.

You sat up straight and wiped your face with your hand, taking a deep breath.  He reluctantly let you go.

“How long has this been going on?”  Jungkook asked quietly.

“Two years,” you whispered.

“What?!?” he shouted, making you jump.  He calmed himself and took your hand in his. “Tell me what’s going on, Y/N.”

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath.  You related how things had changed between you and your husband over the last two years.  Everything came gushing out.  Things you hadn’t even told Jimin. 

He frowned whenever you said it was your fault, you’d made him angry, you should have been more considerate.  He didn’t want to contradict you, so he kept silent.  The more you spoke, the more you deflated.  You looked so sad and vulnerable his heart broke.

He reached up to hold your face in his hands.  He rubbed him thumbs over your cheekbones, wiping away some of your tears.   “Y/N, there is nothing wrong with you.  So you forget things. Everyone forgets things. That’s no reason to go ballistic.”

His kindness made your tears flow even more.   You didn’t realise how long it had been since your husband had treated you with kindness.  Jungkook looked at you in alarm, not expecting you to cry harder.  He pulled you into his arms again, making soothing noises.  He rubbed your back gently.

Being in Jungkook’s arms felt so comforting.  For the first time in a long time, you felt like someone was really seeing you.  The real you. No pretences. No fake smile.  No lies.  Your arms snaked up around his neck and you moved closer.  You took deep calming breaths.   Jungkook gently shook you.

“Are you awake, Y/N?”

You laughed softly. “Of course I am. Did you think I fell asleep?”

“Well, you went quiet and were breathing deeply.  That was half an hour ago.”

You sat up in surprise. “What?  Half an hour? Oh, I’m so sorry, Jungkook!  I didn’t realise.”   You moved, wanting to stand up.

Jungkook took your face in his hands again, gently. “Y/N, it’s okay.  Don’t apologise.  I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.  Are you okay?” he looked at you, clearly concerned. 

You nodded.  You just realised Jungkook had a small mole under his lower lip.  Why hadn’t you noticed that before?   You looked into his big brown eyes. They were so warm.  Jungkook looked right back at you, but you saw his eyes dip briefly to your lips.  You pulled back, suddenly aware that your faces had been inching closer together.

“I should go,” you said, picking up your bag.  You looked at the clock on the studio wall. “Oh! It’s past midnight.  I can forget about the bus then. Looks like I have to get an Uber.” You said, pulling out your phone.

“No,” Jungkook said, taking your bag from you. “You’re coming with me. I’m driving you home.” His tone broached no argument.  He turned and left the studio, making you trot to keep up with him.

You didn’t talk on the ride home.   But it was not an awkward silence.  It was comfortable one.  Being in Jungkook’s presence was comforting.  You looked at his profile.  He was so handsome.  Those big doe eyes. The floppy hair. Strong jawline.  Muscular body.   He turned and smiled at you. You looked away, embarrassed at having been caught looking at him.  He noticed it.

“Go get some rest, Y/N.  Don’t think about things too much okay?  We can talk more tomorrow.  I’m here if you need anything.  Promise me you’ll get some rest.”

You nodded.  “Thanks, Jungkook,” you turned towards the door to pull the handle, but suddenly turned back and pressed a kiss to Jungkook’s cheek before you scurried out of the car.

Despite his worry for you, that made him smile for the entire drive home.

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You didn’t get a chance to talk to Jungkook.  You had a fever the next morning when you woke up. Your head was killing you, throat was sore, nose blocked.  Great. A flu.  You also had some ankle pain as you’d sprained your ankle quite badly the day before.  That text from Taehyung had made you completely forget about it until the pain got worse overnight.

Jungkook called to ask you if you were okay.  You reassured him that you were fine, and that you’d be back dancing the following week.  He told you not to worry about dancing and to rest so you could recover.

He texted you daily to check up on you.  He sent you funny videos of animals, knowing you liked animals.   His texts always made you smile.

Taehyung was extremely attentive and loving when he got home from his trip.  His wifey was sick.  Wifey had sprained her ankle. He bought you soup. He made sure you ate your meds. 

After you recovered, Taehyung continued to be very nice.  Days without incident, 18.  Maybe things were looking up.

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Now when you went for dance rehearsals, you felt a special bond with Jungkook.  Sometimes, he’d put a hand on your arm and look at you questioningly.  You’d nod at him and smile, assuring him you were okay.

When you danced, you felt so connected to him.  You were more aware now of his body moving around you, moving against you.  You enjoyed being close to him. Now he sent you home almost every day.   You didn’t kiss him on the cheek anymore, but you’d squeeze him arm as you said goodbye.

You started teaching a kid’s ballet class at the studio.  You needed a pianist, and Jungkook had volunteered.  The four-year olds were frightened of him at first, but he soon won them over. He was so good with kids!   Now they loved their “Uncle Kookie” and would make him pick them up and twirl them. After the class you would sometimes play the piano with Jungkook.  You’d taken lessons as well, all the way till you were in your teens.  It was fun.

That’s not to say things were all sunshine and roses.  There were still incidents at home. They weren’t as severe. But your incident counter never went beyond 8. Each time, the first person you texted about the troubles was not Jimin. It was Jungkook.  Once, Jungkook has asked you gently why you hadn’t considered leaving your husband. You said you couldn’t.  You said you knew Tae loved you.  When Jungkook asked if you love Tae, you couldn’t answer.   That gave you sleepless nights.  You didn’t know if you still loved Tae. While at home, you withdrew a little.  You’d smile when things were great.  But you always felt like you were waiting for the other shoe to drop.  You were mentally bracing yourself for the next incident.   It was exhausting. Tae on the other hand, didn’t notice anything amiss.

Your main source of comfort was, no surprise, Jungkook.  He listened to you.  He let you cry on his shoulder.  He held you when you needed a hug.  He went with you to catch the new Chris Hemsworth movie, where you gushed about the hero’s muscular chest and arms and glorious abs.  Jungkook insisted his were glorious as well, going as far as to lift his shirt to show you.  You’d laughed and told him not to flash everyone in the cinema.  But you silently admitted to yourself that Jungkook’s abs were indeed glorious.

Once you’d reached the studio early. Jungkook was alone in one of the studios rehearsing.  You stopped to watch.  He wasn’t wearing a shirt. His graceful dancer’s body moving lithely.  The muscles in his arms and legs prominent as he went through the movements.  His big hand running through his sweat slicked hair when he was done.   He looked up and saw you standing there at the window.  He saw you checking him out.  He smiled and waved at you, enjoying how your face turned red and you looked sheepish.

You’d move away quickly, breathing hard.  You tried to get thoughts of his magnificent body out of your mind. You weren’t very successful.

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Stay With Me

Days without incident: 3.  There will still altercations, but they were quite minor.  You continued to reset your incident counter each time and adding on to your record of the incidents.

It still disturbed you that you didn’t know if you still loved Tae.   He was not the first person who came to mind if you read a new book and wanted to gush about it.   When you wanted to try the sushi at the new restaurant that has just opened. When you needed company to watch a horror movie because they scared the bejesus out of you.  You’d camped out on Jungkook’s sofa, hiding under a blanket, only the top of your head and your eyes showing.  You spent more of the movie shrieking and hiding then actually watching it.  Jungkook laughed so hard at you he was tearing.  You’d pounded your fists on his shoulder telling him to stop laughing.  He’d put his arms around you to stop you from beating him.  Your faces were inches apart.  His lips looked so kissable.  His warm breath on your face.  You’d quickly stood up announcing you needed popcorn.  The moment had broken, and things went back to normal.

What was most disturbing of all, was what happened when you and Tae had sex.  Tae was still an attentive lover.  But when you closed your eyes, it wasn’t Tae’s face you saw.  It wasn’t Tae’s lips you wished were kissing your neck.  It was Jungkook’s.  You imagined that those muscular arms holding you were Jungkook’s.  That body that was rubbing against yours was Jungkook’s.  When you came, you made sure not to say any name.  Just in case you said Jungkook’s.

One day after rehearsal the gang had been talking about cheating.  Whether sex had to be involved before it was considered cheating.  There was something called “emotional cheating”.  Ara said a friend of hers had divorced his wife because the wife was cheating on him emotionally with a friend of his.  They hadn’t had sex.  But the wife had admitted that she felt she had more of connection with that friend. If she had raunchy dreams, she dreamt of that friend. Not her husband. Namjoon argued that nothing had happened.  It was only her thoughts and her dreams.

But Ara argued that the emotional connection between two people was one of the foundations of any relationship.   It was way important than sex.  Ara challenged Namjoon by asking him if he felt an emotional connection with every girl he’d slept with.  Namjoon had to concede the point. He’d had one-night stands where there was no emotional connection at all.  It was just sex.

The more you heard, the more disturbed you got.  Were you already emotionally cheating on Tae?   You thought of Jungkook when you were having sex with Tae, for crying out loud.   You didn’t know if you still loved Tae.

You carried on living life in this half-state.  You felt like you were living two lives.  There was your life with Tae.  Filled with anxiety.  Then there was your life with Jungkook.  Filled with adoration, admiration, respect. You wondered how long you could continue like this.

Then things came to a head two months later.   Tae was in between business trips. He was extremely on edge as there was some issue with his latest and biggest project.  You’d just come back from practice.  You hadn’t even put down your things.  He screamed that you hadn’t done something for him, and he flew off the handle.

“How could you be so inconsiderate?!?  How did hell could you have forgotten?!? Now it’s a total mess!! You fucking cunt!!”  He raised his hand, his face red, his blazing, looking as if he was going to strike you.

You flinched.  He stopped himself before his hand reached you.  His eyes widened in shock as he realised what he was about to do.

“Oh my god, Y/N,” he said, visibly shaken. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, Honey.  I wasn’t going to hurt you.”

You were backing away slowly from him.  Your eyes wide open in fear.  Your face was white.  He moved forward towards you, reaching out to hold your hand but you flinched again.  Whimpering a little this time.

“I’m sorry, Y/N, I didn’t mean to scare you!   I didn’t mean it!”

You shook your head at him, then turn and fled.  You ran.  You ran like your life depended on it.  You left your apartment.  You heard Tae calling out your name. You ran down the stairs, not bothering to wait for the elevator.  You ran to the park just across from your apartment block.   You hid behind a tall clump of trees, terrified that Tae had followed you.

With shaking hands, you called Jungkook.  You were crying so hard Jungkook almost couldn’t make out you were saying. 

“Where are you? I’ll turn around and come get you.”

“Th…the park … across from my place,” you stuttered. “Hurry, Jungkook.”

Keeping watch on your apartment building, you saw Tae step out, his phone to his ear.  Thankfully he ran off down the street instead of crossing the road to the park.

Your phone rang.  Jungkook’s name appeared. “Y/N, I’m in the carpark. Where are you?” Jungkook sounded frantic.   You told him to stay put, and a few minutes later you were in his car.  You were shaking so hard.  You told Jungkook everything, your words tumbling over one another in your haste to tell him what had happened.

Jungkook’s face was red with anger.  As if the verbal and emotional abused weren’t good enough, Tae had almost added physical abuse into the mix as well. This time you needed no convincing.  You needed to end it.  For your own safety and sanity, you had to leave.

So you stayed at Jungkook’s.  You didn’t dare to return home.  Jimin tried going to your apartment to get some of your things, but Tae slammed the door in his face when Jimin refused to divulge where you were. 

You told you parents.  They showed up at your place. Tae had no choice but to let them in.  He begged them to tell him where you were. He needed to know you were safe he said.   Your mom reluctantly told him you were staying with a friend.

“Is it Jungkook?” Tae growled. “I knew it!   I knew she was having an affair!”

Tae reeled backwards suddenly after your mom slapped him hard across the face. 

“She is NOT having an affair,” your mom rebuked him.  “Thankfully she has friends who care about her. Now excuse me while I get her things.”  She stalked off to your bedroom.

Tae and your Dad glowered at each other.  Your Dad was keeping his anger in check. What he really wanted to do was pummel Tae to a pulp for treating you so badly.  He felt terrible that you’d been suffering for so long and they were only just finding about it now.

Your mom came back out with two large duffel bags.  She told your Dad to help pick up some boxes from inside the room as well.    She levelled a stern look at Tae. ” You’ll be hearing from her lawyers. And here,” she threw a small red velvet box at Tae.  He caught it, and his breath caught in his throat when he saw what was inside. The 1.5 carat engagement ring he had used to propose to you.  He‘d once jokingly said that if you ever left him, he wanted the ring back.  He never thought it would ever come to pass.

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You’d called the lawyer Jimin had recommended.  The paperwork had been filed.  Your also applied for a Personal Protection Order against Tae, just in case. 

You stayed indoors for about a week, not daring to venture out.  Jungkook stayed at home with you whenever he could.   He cooked your favourite food for you.  He let you babble when you need to rant.  He let you cry on his shoulder.  He held you when you had nightmares at night. 

“Jungkook, stay with me,” you’d begged him, crying.  “I don’t want to be alone. Please, Jungkook. Please, stay with me.”   Of course he stayed.  He put his arms around you, his front to your back.  He always waited till you fell asleep before he closed his eyes and settled down.  Sometimes you'd whimper in your sleep.  He'd shush you, stroking your hair.  Once you were having a nightmare. You tried to pry Jungkook's arms off you.  He quickly opened his arms as you thrashed.  Then you rolled towards him and curled up against his chest.  One had gripped his t-shirt. You pushed your face into his neck, breathing deeply.  He wrapped his arms around you, his nose nuzzling your hair.  He stroked your arm slowly. He felt you relax then fall back into a deep sleep.  His hands never wandered.  He respected you too much for that.  His protective instincts were in overdrive.  All he wanted to do was keep you safe.  He always woke up before you.  He had always been an early riser.  The other reason for getting out of bed first was sometimes his body would react to you, or he'd dream of you and wake up with an erection.  He always woke you up to a hearty breakfast and he’d watch you like a hawk to make sure you ate.

The one thing he didn’t let you do was talk to Tae.   Tae had been calling and messaging incessantly.  Jungkook could see you were affected by it, but you did not change your mind that you wanted out. 

On the first day you went back to the studio, Tae was waiting in the parking lot for you.  He looked terrible. Hair dishevelled.  Clothes rumpled, like he’d slept in them. Bags under his eyes. He called out to you, begging you to talk to him. 

When you saw him, all you felt was anger.  You asked yourself why you’d been in hiding for a week when you hadn’t done anything wrong.  You asked yourself why you gave this man so much power over you.  Enough was enough.  You stalked over to him.

Jungkook, startled, followed closely behind you.

“Y/N,” Tae sobbed. “Please, I’m sorry!  Give me another chance!” he begged, falling onto his knees.

“Why should i?” you said in a quiet but angry voice.  “You’ve been using me as punching bag for more than two years.  You made my life a living hell.”

“But Y/N, I love you!  You’re the best thing that ever happened to me!” Tae cried.

“It sure didn’t feel that way when you called me a swine and cunt!  Don’t you remember, Tae?   I didn’t have any fucking common sense.  I made stupid decisions.  I was an asshole, remember?” Your voice was getting louder and louder as your anger increased.

Tae was taken aback at how vicious you looked, eyes blazing.  You were literally spitting his words back at him.  He just knelt there with his mouth open.

“Well, you’re the worst thing that ever happened to me!  Just sign the damn divorce papers.  I never want to see or hear from you ever again, Kim Taehyung!”  You turned and walked away, leaving Tae there with tears streaming down his face.

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Eight Months Later

Your divorce had been finalised two months ago. You were still living at Jungkook’s.  You’d insisted on paying part of the rent, so that made you roommates. 

Jungkook watched you become more and more at ease each day.  Your smiles were always genuine now.  No more fake smiles plastered on your face.  You played the piano a lot more.  Besides reading, you’d taken to writing your own little, short stories as well. 

Once, Jungkook’s parents had dropped by Jungkook’s apartment. They were in town for business and had decided to surprise Jungkook.  You could see that Jungkook was close to his parents.  He was very respectful and often teased his father.  It was so heartwarming watching them together.  Jungkook’s mom joked that Jungkook would always be her baby.  Jungkook’s older brother was living overseas, so she really only had Jungkook to baby. 

This triggered a memory for you.  You’d once overheard Tae telling his mom off about something.  He told his mom she was being rude, and that he couldn’t believe how uncivilised she was being.  It didn’t strike you then, but looking back, that should have been a red flag.  If he could be that rude and disrespectful to his own mother, he could be rude and disrespectful to other people in his life as well.

Jungkook’s mom had seen the way Jungkook looked at you.  She knew her son had fallen for you.  She could see that you had feelings for him too.  She cornered him in the kitchen as he was preparing dinner.    You were chatting with his Dad in the living room, laughing at something funny your Dad had said.

“So…  when are you going to ask Y/N out, Kooka?”

“Mom!” Jungkook hissed, looking over to see if you were still out of earshot.  “She just got divorced!  I’m not going to push her. She needs her space.”

“Kooka,” his mom said patiently. “I can tell you have feelings for her.  And I can see she has feelings for you too.  I’ve seen the way she looks at you.  You two are so good together!  Have you even admitted to yourself that you have feelings for her?”

“Mooooom,” Jungkook said plaintively. “I know I have feelings for her. She kind, generous, beautiful and loyal. I think,… I think I have fallen in love with her.”

“I can see that Kooka,”  Jungkook’s mom said, patting Jungkook on the cheek.  “You should tell her how you feel.  Life’s too short for us not to be honest with the ones we love.”

“I don’t know, Mom.  Her divorce just got finalised.  I don’t want to pressure her into anything she’s not ready for.  Or she might just want more time for herself.”

“I get it, Kooka.  But I still think you should tell her how you feel.  If she’s not ready, let her tell you.  If she is, well, I think you’d be so happy together.”

“Ok, Mom.  Let me think about it. Thanks Mom,” Jungkook kissed his Mom on her forehead.

Jungkook and his mom didn’t know that you’d approached the kitchen to get more coffee for his Dad.  You were standing right outside the kitchen, mugs in hand and heard the conversation.  Jungkook was in love with you?  Your heart skipped a beat.  Were you ready for something new?  Even though your divorce had only been finalised two months ago, you felt that your marriage had broken down long before that.   Jungkook had been nothing but patient and kind through it all.  You made a plan to do something about it that night.

Jungkook’s parents had left. They were going back to the hotel, then driving back home in the morning.   Everything had been cleaned up and put away.  Jungkook wished you goodnight, hoping that you had a nice time with his parents.  You said you did, and that you had enjoyed spending time with them.

You took a shower, scrubbing your hair extra hard and taking your time to wash your body.  You blew you hair dry.  You knew Jungkook had just finished his shower because you could hear that the water had turned off.  You went to your wardrobe and picked out your shortest, sheerest nightie. It was white.  You hadn’t worn it since, well, since the first few months of your marriage.  You piled your hair into a messy bun, pinning it up.

You stood outside Jungkook’s room, hesitating.  Then you steeled yourself and knocked.

“Come in,” Jungkook called out.  He was shirtless, sitting up in bed with a book.  His mouth fell open when he saw you. His eyes roamed your body, noting that the nightie was short.  Your thighs were bare.  The nightie was sheer.  He could see the shape of your breasts and the pink shade of your nipples.   His eyes moved lower. He couldn’t see any underwear.  Were you bare under that nightie?  He felt his cock start to harden.

He sat there frozen.  You walked over to the bed, holding his heated gaze.  You took the book out of his hands, closed it and placed it on the beside table.   He looked up at you with wide eyes. 

“Jungkook,”  you placed your hand on his cheek.  “Do you want me?”

Jungkook gazed up at you with so much heat in his eyes, it made you shiver. “Yes,” he whispered reverently.  “I’ve always wanted you.  Right from the time when we first met and you split your milkshake on my shirt and….”

He stopped short when you leaned down and kissed him lightly on the lips.   You drew back, looking at him, gauging his reaction.  He grabbed you by the back of your neck and pulled you down to kiss you.  His lips hot and demanding.  He unpinned your hair, which fell in waves down your back.

You yelped when he grabbed you by the shoulders and somehow flipped you onto the bed so that he was on top.  He looked down at you, eyes dark with desire.  He slanted his lips over yours, his tongue slipping into your mouth.   This felt right.  This connection between you two, it hummed with every touch. 

He lay down on his side, his body still half pressing yours as he kissed you.  His hand moved from your shoulders to your collarbone, to the centre of your chest, then to your breasts.  He rubbed them through your nightie, feeling your nipples harden under his touch.  His hand moved lower, over your belly, your lower abs, to your mound. Yes, you weren’t wearing any panties.  He brushed his fingers over your lips.

“Mmm.. smooth,” he murmured in approval, as he trailed kisses along your cheek, down to your neck.   He dragged his fingers up and down your slit, applying pressure on your clit from the outside.  You moaned and rolled your hips, trying to make him go deeper into your core. But he took his fingers away.  He took hold of your nightie, pulling it up.  You shifted to allow him to remove it entirely.  He gazed down at you. He’d dreamed of having you in his bed.  Your hair fanned out over his pillow.  Your body bare, begging to be worshipped. “So beautiful,” he said softly, as he pressed kisses all over you.  Your shoulders, your chest, your breasts.  He took one nipple into his mouth, sucking and twirling his tongue around it.  His other big hand massaged the other breast, squeezing, rubbing, pinching and rolling the nipple.  Your back arched off the bed.

He continued kissing down your body, kissing every inch of you while his big hands continued squeezing your breasts and playing with your nipples.  When he reached your core, he pushed your legs wider apart.  “Hmm, look at that pretty pussy.”  He slid his hand down your inner thighs, spreading you open even more.  “Wanna taste.”  He placed the flat of his tongue and licked up your slit. 

You gasped. “Aaah,…. Kook……”

Jungkook smiled as flicked his tongue against your smooth plump lips. “Want more, Baby?”

“Yes, yes, Kook, more,” you rasped.

He pressed the flat of his tongue against your slit again, licking harder.  Which each pass, he pushed his tongue deeper into your folds.    When he reached your swollen clit, he circled around it with his tongue.  Your hips bucked as you gasped.  He flicked the tip of his tongue rapidly against the nub, holding your hips down with his hands.

“Hmmm, you’re so wet, Baby. Is this all for me?”

“Yes.. for you Kook, all for you,” you panted.

“Mmmmm.”  He continued licking your clit.  He slid one long finger into your hole.

“Aaaah……” you whimpered.

“That feel good, Baby?” he murmured against your hot flesh.  “How about this?”  He slid in another finger and stroked your walls.

His fingers were coated in your arousal.  He slid them in and out, stroking you in just the right way.  Faster. Harder.  He felt your walls start to pulse around his fingers.  You were close.  His fingers continued sliding in and out of you as he sucked on your clit. Lightly at first, then with increasing pressure.  When you peaked, he scraped your clit with his teeth as you mewled.  He slurped up your juices hungrily.

He stripped off his grey sweatpants then climbed up over you, smiling at your blissed-out look.  “I’m not done with you, Baby,” he said darkly.   He kissed you.  You moaned, tasting yourself on his lips and tongue.  You reached for his cock and gripped the hard, velvety length.  Jungkook was huge.  You’d seen a hint of it through the tights he wore while dancing, but you hadn’t dwelled on it, blushing when your thoughts went a bit wild. 

“Hmmm, so hard, Baby.  Is this all for me?” you threw the question back at him, smiling cheekily.  He grinned as he nuzzled your neck.  

“You like?  You like my hard cock?”

“Yeah, I like,” you said as you watched him take his cock and pump it a few times.  The throbbing between your thighs intensifying.

“Want you inside me,” you said, your voice deep with want.   

He leaned over you, positioning the head of his big, hard cock at your entrance. 

“How do you want it Baby?  Soft and slow? Or hard and fast?”  he asked as he rubbed the head of his cock against your clit.

“Hard and fast,” you panted, opening your legs wider.

He drove all the way in.  Your whole body bucked, not expecting him to slide himself into you so quickly and so smoothly.  He paused there for a while, letting you adjust.  He was a big boy after all.

“You okay?” he asked huskily.  You nodded.  He reached up, intertwined his fingers with yours, his other hand braced beside your body and he thrust forward hard.  He slid into you, his body pressing yours into the mattress.  His pelvic bone rubbing against your clit.  He drew back until only the tip of his cock was inside you, then he thrust into you again.  And again.  The sensations were overwhelming.  Whenever he was balls deep in you, the feeling of fullness was exquisite.  The feeling of closeness. Your clutched at his big shoulders, your nails digging into his flesh.   You ran your hands down his muscular back, relishing the feel of him.  You reached down to grip his ass, pulling him against you as he pounded into you.

“Am so close, Kook,” you groaned. Your muscles tensing up.  You could tell he was close too.

He thrust harder, so hard your whole body bounced.  “Come for me, Y/N.”

“Jungkook!” you cried as your orgasm gripped you, pulling you under.  Your body shuddered. Every nerve firing as he continued thrusting a few more times before he came too. “Fuck, Y/N, fuck!”  He spurted warm cum into you.

You continued clutching him, his weight pressing down on you.  You wanted to hold on to the closeness longer.  Him inside you.  Your legs wrapped around his hips.  He leaned down to kiss you, slowly and languidly this time.

He rolled you onto your sides as he kissed your face.  He gazed into your eyes, mesmerised by you.  He pushed your hair off your face.   He softened and slipped out of you.  You whined a little at the loss of feeling him inside you.  He pulled you close, kissing you on the lips. 

“You know, I might have dreamt about making love to you,” he laughed softly.  “You spread out on my bed.  You making the prettiest noises for me.  Gave me such a hard-on.  I had to take a cold shower and cum twice.”

“I might have dreamt of you too, Kook,” you smiled at him. 

“Really?  And what did you do after you’d dreamt of me?” he asked cheekily.

“This,” you said huskily, taking his hand and guiding it to your pussy. “And this” you added, as you squeezed your own breasts, rolling and pinching the nipples.  You threw your head back as you moaned. 

“Mmmm, I like where this is going,” he drawled as he pumped his fingers in and out of you.  “What else?”

“This.” You pushed him so he was lying on his back then scooted downwards, taking him into your mouth. 

“Aah!” he cried, not expecting you to take him all the way in so quickly.  His eyes rolled back at how you were licking the head of his cock. Sucking him hard while playing with his balls.   He came quickly, so turned on by the sight of your lips around his cock, you looking at him through your lashes.  You moaning when his cum filled your mouth and throat.

“And this,” you smiled evilly, gripping his cock, pumping it slowly till he was hard again.  Then you climbed onto him, straddling his hips.  You reared up on your knees as you moved so the tip of his cock was at your entrance.  Then holding his smouldering gaze, you impaled yourself on his cock.   He gripped your hips in surprise you as you slid down till you bottomed out.  Then you rode him. Hard.  He grabbed your ass, spreading your cheeks so that you could sit more squarely on him.  You reached up and squeezed your bouncing breasts, tugging and pinching your nipples. Your head thrown back in ecstasy.  He’d never seen anything sexier in his life.  When your movements became faster and more frenzied, he pressed a thumb against your clit while his other hand held your hip, hard enough to bruise.  He couldn’t hold back anymore.  Seeing you pleasure yourself on his cock had him coming hard.  You cried out too, sliding up and down him a few more times as you both came down from your highs.

He pulled you down so you were lying on top of him and kissed you deeply. 

“Can I ask you question, Kook?”

“Anything, Baby,” he said, stroking your face.

“Can I sleep here with you?” you asked him with a mischievous grin, making him laugh.

“Like I’m going to let you sleep anywhere else, Baby,” he said, pressing kisses all over your face and tickling you.

“Stop! Stop!” you cried, tears running down your face at laughing so hard.

“Okay, okay,” he conceded. “You can sleep here with me.  But I’m not sure how much sleep we’ll actually be getting,” he said darkly as he rolled you over, pinning you under him.

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Days without incident: 1,095.  Not that you were keeping track anymore.  That all ended that day you left your ex-husband.  Your current husband was putting the finishing touches on a crib.  He’d stubbornly refused to get someone to assemble it, insisting that he had to be the one to build the crib of his firstborn.

It took Jungkook a little longer than he’s expected, but now it was done.  He’d painted it white to match the lavender and white theme of the nursery.  He’d painted big white daisies on one wall.  On the other wall, he’d stuck a decal of a puppy ballerina, complete with white tutu and ballet shoes. It was adorable.  A light purple Jelly-Cat bunny sat in the crib now, waiting for the arrival of your little girl.

You’d made him go wash up and change for dinner at your parent’s place.  Jungkook’s parents had come over for dinner as well. Needless to say, they were all over the moon with excitement that they would be grandparents soon. Jungkook was on the sofa, showing them pictures of the crib he’d assembled and the decoration in the nursery room as they all oohed and aahed over how cute everything looked.  You stood in the kitchen doorway watching, smiling widely.  This was your future. Days without incident. Days filled with happiness.

[desiresloki]

soft!billy hargrove because I got nothing better to do and I know we all need some fluffy, yucky stuff. ( I'm a sucker for those. zzz ) This is also for mi plus size girlies out there ( if you squint), me being one <3 slight enemies to lovers because WHY NOT. This is heavily inspired by robbers by the 1975. English is not my native language but I'm willing to learn, so give it to me. give me criticism and a lil mental stability. Thank you for reading !! ( Am I the only one that thinks the 1975 suits soft!billy so well? ) THIS IS A DRABBLE BTW <333 ( part two )

trigger warnings : uhh... mentioned Neil. I think that's all. Also!! this wasn't proof read, I just trust google docs.

Robbers

She had a pretty face. Billy thought when he rolled his hips into her, thrusting with such vigour. He studied her face at that moment, he listened to her gasps, he saw how glossy her eyes had gotten. At times like this, Billy would chase his own pleasure, but he didn’t. He caressed her body, the curves she hated, he touched with love seeping from his fingertips that made her look up at him with the same gentleness. The kisses he gave upon her face and lips, fierce with need and an unspoken confession, leaving her breathless. She understood them, from his eyes, from the way he held her as his thrusts were painfully slow, suffocating, yet deeply nectarous. She looked pretty like this, beneath him with her hair splayed out messily on the pillow. Her nails dug into his forearm, and her melodic moans filled his ears. He wanted - needed more, thus he re-positioned his hip to hit her sweet spot. The gasp she let out made him groan, burying his face into her neck.

“Is this how much you hate me, doll?” he sighed delightfully, kissing her neck softly which was the opposite of his brutal thrusts. His thrust, rough and deep. It was agonisingly pleasurable. She begged him, unsure for what. He filled her perfectly, up to the point that his tip was bruising her cervix deliciously. She couldn't speak. She was a mess, the strong headed girl he first met was gone. Replaced by a teary - eyed girl that had a light in her eyes, one he has never seen before nor understood. “So much, bee. You ruin me,” She cried, wrapping her arms around his shoulders, pulling him impossibly closer. He did, he did ruin her. A selfish part of him wants to keep it that way, to keep her. He was too damaged to be loved by a pretty thing like her, but he wanted it. He wanted all of it. 

“But you don’t want me to stop,” He grunted, nearing his climax and so was she. She shut her eyes, shaking her head. Before she could say anything, he pressed his lips against her with brutal passion then he felt all of it. The hatred from the first day they met at the canteen and to the day he found her crying at her porch in the early morning. “No… don’t want you to stop,” she mumbled against his tears stained lips, her toes curled and her back arch, pressing her body against his and her eyes shut tight as her orgasm washed over her. He groaned and rested his forehead against her, his necklace dangling above her neck, it took him two more thrust before spilling his seed into her. 

A whimper escaped her mouth when she felt full of him, sweats collected on their forehead and his hair was a mess of blond curls that fell to her temple. This felt ordinary, like two people who disliked each other were supposed to be in this mess. Tangled in motel sheets, covered in sweat and breathless. It was complete silence at first, they were kissing each other as though it was their last. It might be their last. That's what she thought.

He didn't leave. He spent the night listening to her god awful snoring, he wished to silence them but at the same time he basked in them for he didn't know how long he has before she puts up that frustrating wall again. Where she hides behind a façade. He sees her now, and she's got a face that was rare to see. Peaceful, pretty and terrifying. Terrified because of how it made him feel deep down. She was like the beach back in California, warm, bright, and ataractic. Surprisingly, she smelt like the ocean. Salty, soft and a tinge of sweetness, but that was from her hair. The more he admired her, the more he knew he should leave. Go back to Neil, and leave her be. 

He didn't listen to his head. He had always been a stubborn fella after all. So he pulled her closer, legs tangled, and slumber took over him, unbeknownst to him that she was woken up the moment his cold hand pulled her waist. Her breath shuddered, but she didn't retaliate against him this time. She let it be. Perhaps, things would be different.

[husbandograveyard]

This drabble is part of my summer celebration collection! Prompt: watermelon Characters featured: Killer (One Piece), 2nd person GN Reader Requested by: @kerokerogecko [a/n]: This one is a tiny bit suggestive. If you squint. Enjoy!

“Can I do what?” 

Killer sounded surprised by your question, although you couldn’t be sure. His expression was hidden behind his mask, so you had no way of knowing that he was looking at you with eyebrows raised, a hint of confused amusement in his eyes. 

“You know.. crush a watermelon with those thighs?” You shrugged, trying your best to sound casual, trying to hide the fact that the thought had been on your mind ever since the crew brought some fruits onboard at the last island, a great way to battle both scurvy and the summer heat. 

“Y/n, with all due respect… why the fuck would I do that? Feels like a waste” 

You pouted a little bit in response. It felt pointless to point out that it was a hot thing to do, but you didn’t want to explain, that seemed a little too embarrassing, even if you and Killer had been dating for a while, and it was by far not the most embarrassing thing that had happened between the two of you. 

“You know what, nevermind, it was a silly idea anyway” 

Your sudden dismissiveness only fueled his curiosity more though, and within minutes he had walked away and returned with a fresh watermelon from storage, holding it up in front of you, immediately grabbing all your attention. 

“I was just gonna offer you a piece; but now I am curious as to where this’ll lead if I do crush ‘em. I suppose you wanna watch?” He cocked his head to the side, a clear indication of curiosity, even though his tone had made it plenty clear for you. You were already smiling widely. 

“You bet.”

[azertyrobaz]

Ever since I finished playing The Last of Us Part II four years ago I started working on a silly fix-it fic in my head. Because honestly I had to cope some way. And I've started writing it for real this summer, so it might actually see the light of day at one point. I guess this drabble is part of it! Don't read if you want to avoid spoilers for the show.

As always, prompts are here if you want to have a look. And the ao3 collections is located there.

Enjoy!

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Ellie didn’t dream. Well, almost never. And especially lately. Which was for the best all things considered – she didn’t think her dreams would be very pretty. They would also definitely ruin the few precious hours of sleep she got here and there.

She must have been thinking about Joel before falling asleep, that was all. Hopefully one day the memory of him wouldn’t hurt so much. And her regrets wouldn’t weigh so heavy. But until then – until she got her revenge – she would avoid the subject.

You don’t bring up Tess. Ever.

Ellie understood what he’d meant, now. All those years ago. It just hurt too much. And it was completely fucking useless and counterproductive. She had a job to do.

But what about that dream, then? Why now? She wished Dina was there so they could talk about it. She’d have plenty of theories and explanations and all in all just know how to make her feel better about it.  But Dina was someone else she wasn’t supposed to think about.

Ellie sighed and turned around on the hard floor – she knew this was pointless and that there would be no more sleep for her.

The dream, then.

Joel was there. Obviously. His hair was shorter and he looked younger. But he couldn’t be that much younger, because Sarah was there and she looked older than on the picture she’d seen at Tommy and Maria’s place. She was all grown up. About the age she would be if she’d survived. There was a young kid there as well. Older than JJ. He looked like Sarah. Seemed like Joel was a grandpa, then. It suited him. He looked happy. They all looked happy. In a house filled with sunshine and pretty colors.

Was that his old house back in Texas? Ellie had no idea. It didn’t matter, it was a dream. And it filled her with warmth and longing. Not sadness, really. Not exactly. She knew this wasn’t reality and that they were all gone and that she wasn’t supposed to join them just yet because it wasn’t her time. Because first she had a job to do. But… She wouldn’t mind going there one day. To that happy house.

[raemaryllis]

Number 9!

Huiss Academy: Where History is Repeated

Welcome to Huiss Academy, student! I’m the Vice Headmaster and I’ll be taking you on a tour of our school grounds! On the way, you’ll meet all sorts of students and faculty, so make sure to be taking notes of all the major happenings and familiarize yourself with the environment.

As we walk around the courtyard, you’ll notice quite a few students keeping a distance from that fountain in the middle. Would you like to know why? …..No, they’re not afriad of getting wet, if it were that useless of a reason then all the students would throw coins into it like a normal fountain. The real reason they stay clear of the fountain in the courtyard is because there is said to be a legend about the water in this fountain. Would you like to hear it?….

The legend goes “You have tried to trap my child just as you had done in the ancient times. Very well, I shall take aim at he who tries to tame the water that eats the sky. Do not think yourselves great because you can shape the water in whatever way you choose, for the water cannot be contained. The moment of freedom is at hand. For he who touches the sea that strikes the sky, your life is one that is filled with pain and hardships.” …..Kind of eerie isn’t it? And that’s not all.. For those who get closer to the fountain…. ….! As you can see, the water here is grey, not clear. It definitely does the job of scaring students away, am I right? Let’s move on. We’ve go a lot of ground to cover before the school day ends!

Our next stop is the Library! Make sure to keep your voice down as some students are studying. ……What? You didn’t expect there to be so many? Well, believe it or not, there are quite a few students who come to the library each day! Many come here to study history and the ancient times!…The Ancient Times? Oh, that’s a story for another day! Let us carry on. Anyway, there are a great deal of students who come to study history, especially those attending Professor Eruhaben’s class. The Roan History Professor expects all of his students to be well versed in our continent’s past. Other interesting topics to read would be the many books detailing Chemistry and ancient Alchemy, along with the philosophy of matter and mana. I could go on about our vast collection here in the Huiss Academy library, but you probably have better things to is to do than hang around with these dusty old books!

As we continue along the hallway, do make sure to avoid the students with blond hair. Hmm? Which ones? Why all of them of course! Especially those broom- Oh! My apologies, student! I nearly said something disrespectful! Let’s be on our way now! (…)

A little while later……

And that’s all the time we’ve been allotted today! …..It was my pleasure, student! Here at Roan’s finest academy, we strive to make all of our students feel welcomed and included! So if you have any questions at all, don’t hesitate to reach out! Headmaster Sherrit and myself would be glad to help you adjust in any way we can!

I’ve taken the liberty of calling a cab for you. … Oh no, it was my pleasure. Have a safe trip home, student! I’m sure we will see each other at orientation!

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So while writing this, I kinda imagined a sorta otome game style narrative. That’s why there aren’t really any quotations and stuff to differentiate between narration and dialogue. The dots are supposed to be the student(you, or whoever I’ll decide on later). While I don’t intend to add any actual romance in it if I do continue this story, the whole otome game genre is what this was inspired by the most.

Anyway, this is kind of a silly little drabble set in a modern au. I won’t go into specifics, but the idea is that pretty much every major character (including villains) go to this academy or are part of the faculty.

Until tomorrow, everyone!

[damistrolls]

Goodbyes

helo ive been sitting on this noboru write for a little while

its gone thru a lot of revisions but i think im finally happy, so!!! here it is!

now read my silly self-indulgent drabble, boy

(google doc link)

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“I loved you once, you know.”

The statement hung in the crisp air for a few moments. Noboru took his eyes off of the grave, glancing over his shoulder, as though he feared someone was listening to him speaking to a plot of disturbed ground. After he confirmed he truly was alone, he rolled his shoulders casually, and looked back at the hunk of white marble sticking out of the soil. 

“I don’t know when that changed, if it ever did. We were distant towards the end, and we disagreed on more things than we agreed on, but…”

He trailed off, words failing him. Noboru sighed and glanced over his shoulder once more, before carefully kneeling down on the damp grass with a grunt. He always felt his age most when he sat or stood. He remembers a younger Magpie telling him he made old man noises when he moved, and now he can’t help but notice every time he makes said ‘old man noises’. 

“… You’ll have to forgive me. I don’t have anything written and practiced. I didn’t want to come here with some kind of speech. I just wanted to talk, I suppose, since I refrained from saying anything during the funeral. Everyone there already wanted me dead, the last thing I wanted to do was rock the boat more.” 

The stone in the ground was silent and still, if a bit wet from the rain that had come down the previous day. Noboru nodded in the direction of the grave.

“Magpie insisted on the marble. I thought granite would be more practical, since it lasts longer, but he said you would want it to be beautiful.” 

Noboru goes quiet for a few moments, waiting. It was as if he was expecting a response, though he knew none would come. This was probably the most personal death he’s experienced. Every troll loses a friend or two when they’re young, but losing a long-term matesprit, even if an estranged one, was different. His lips press together in a thin line as he tiredly looks down at his lap.

“He asked me not to touch your hive. There isn’t much I can do if the Empire chooses to reclaim the land, but for now, it’s as it was. Though, it may be collecting some dust now. I think the only one who’s been in and out of there is Magpie. He still keeps things in that room of his, even if he doesn’t ever sleep there anymore. Apparently, he’s staying with this teal. And Lupo, of course.” 

The violet plucked a blade of grass from the ground, toying with it in his fingers idly as his eyes stayed trained downwards. 

“I’d like to say he’s happy, but frankly, I wouldn’t be able to tell. I don’t know how to talk with him. I feel as though I lost my opportunity to ever meaningfully be a part of his life. Yahiro was more of a father to him than I was. I wish I could blame you for that, like I blame you for everything else, but I can’t.”

Noboru’s chest ached and his throat felt tight, but he simply rubbed his eyes with his thumb and forefinger and straightened his back.

“… There’s too much I could say to you, Fansia... I could fill a novel with all of the things I’d like to say. But I don’t have that kind of time, and I’m sure you have some kind of afterlife to get on with. You never wanted to hear me whine about this-or-that while you were alive, gods know you give even less of a damn now. So I think now’s a good time for me to… say goodbye. Officially. To stop… dragging what happened around with me. It’s a weight I’m tired of holding.” 

He hesitated, before patting the pocket on his chest, making sure something was still in there. Noboru then retrieved a small, shiny object from the pocket, holding it out as if the marble grave could see it. 

“They buried you with yours, but I won’t let them bury me with mine, no matter how much I loved you. It’s been a few perigees already, and I need to stop carrying this piece of you around with me if I ever want to move forwards.” 

The grass near the stone was still loose enough that he could dig at it with his nails and pull back just enough to drop a gold ring into the dirt. It was a waste, but Noboru would have felt worse selling it. He pressed the grass back down over the ring. 

“… I’m not going to visit after this. You had a tight grip on my life these past thirty or so sweeps. More, if you count the time we spent when we were younger, with me trailing after you like a lost pup. I’m done centering my life around you, Fansia.” 

Noboru carefully got off of his knees, standing with some effort. He brushed the grass off of his shins and sighed. 

“Despite everything, I hope you’re happy, wherever you are. You take care.” 

And after a moment of hesitation, Noboru turned and left. 

[cilil]

🌿 for ask game. thank you!

🌿 ⇢ give some advice on writer's block and low creativity

Now I may be both a good and bad person to ask about that because I've been inspired and writing almost every day for 2 1/2 years straight now and, while there certainly were unproductive episodes in terms of output or low motivation or stress and anxiety keeping me away from writing itself, I always had inspiration in my head at least; I suppose you could say I've been somewhat "blessed" with keeping this up without putting in real conscious effort. I don't think there's a secret recipe either, but I'll try to give some helpful (?) ideas :)

So a good chunk of this is sadly, or at least I suspect it might be so, dependent on how prone to hyperfixation and how attached to an individual thing you are on a personal level. Speaking for myself, I'm the kind of person who always has their "one main thing" and sticks with it for several years at least (I was tenacious enough to spend 5 years doing my own thing in a dead fandom) and slowly digs deeper and deeper as time goes on. Others may change interests more frequently, be in several fandoms at once or experience greater fluctuations with high and low creativity. That leads us to my first point: Know who you are and work with that, don't try to be anyone else.

The second thing I think is important is to find a good balance between trying to be reliable and finish your stuff and give yourself some space to do whatever you feel like and fuck around. You may have heard creativity being compared to a river before and it's true: Too much human interference - for example straightening a river - can impact the environment around it negatively, and too much scheduling and deadlines and forcing yourself to be creative will impact your creativity negatively. Make sure you have the space to at least occasionally do what comes to mind. You should be working on project A, but you're feeling project B? Work on B for a while. The muses are moody.

Another thing that may seem a little contradictory at first, but I think is helpful: Keep at it. If you do whatever is your creative thing regularly, it's less of a "big deal" and threshold to cross every time, it becomes natural and a comforting part of your routine. For writers, drabble challenges and prompt events are examples for good tools to ensure you write at least semi-regularly. But again, please don't feel like you have to force yourself to create every single day, especially if you're someone who experiences periods of little to no creative energy. That's fine. Let yourself recharge. We're all different (in general what works for me doesn't have to work for everyone else).

Now if you do find yourself in a bit of a creative slump or lose passion for a project you used to enjoy a lot, here are some things you can try:

Take a break and do something else. Scratch a different itch. Have fun!

Put yourself in the right mood/mindset by looking for media that evokes the feelings/vibes needed for your project (note that this will work better for people who are highly sensitive or otherwise react/connect to media on an emotional level more strongly). Examples: A playlist, a specific song you associate with your work, a movie/book/game/etc that inspired you, artwork of a character

Talk about it with someone else. Be excited together. Ask for advice if needed. Or just talk through whatever block you have; you may not even consciously realize it, but just to have someone listening will help with explaining the situation to both them and yourself and clearing it up

Write a project list (I recommend either a spreadsheet or a handwritten one). Sometimes the crux with a project is simply all the disorganized noise around it and you begin to feel anxious which causes writer's block and/or kills your creativity. Writing a list can clear that up, make you feel more calm and collected and show you a clear way forward. Note: This applies to other situations in life too. Try it and I promise things will become easier to handle

That's all I can think of right now. Again I can't promise any of this is "the secret sauce, but maybe some of it can help someone :)

[stephaniebrownslover]

So I have an Azula centric oneshot idea which is very weird and absurd, even awful but i want to share with you guys for learning what you think about it. İt's a plot i choose for the Azula Drabbles and Oneshots collection but if you're interested you can s use it.(which everybody gonna hate this plot I'm sure since it's really awkward)

So I'm thinking of a game specialized for firebenders but azula would change that rule to no bending. İ haven't decided all the rules since i hate all the ideas came up to my mind but I'm still working on it and trying to not doing it very childish or mature. Like a game for 13+ audience. İt's a team game and all the teams consist of two players. Teams would be Azula-Zuko, Katara-Aang and Sokka-Toph

Gaang tried to fight against Azula but she won because she was waiting for them and used some traps to catch them. İt's a bending special traps, for example katara can't use water because Azula blocked her bending ability with an wolfbat poison she added Katara's bending water while fighting with her. Which makes Katara's aura unbalanced and she can't can't use her bending until using an antidote, she don't have to use antidote but that way she can't bend water 72-80 hours. But of course they don't know this because it's a fact Azula learned from a royal poison expert(ozai requested it and he even let the expert use non-lethal poisons on her for immunity) and it's not a common fact. Like it's actually normal to not know it. And Azula refuse to give them antidote if one of them leaves.

Azula threatened the gaang while she fight with them, she said Tohoku-one of the Earth Kingdom citys i made up- is under an invasion and it started now. She acts like they're the reason of this occupation and wouldn't let them go until she take what she wants.

The deal is if Azula wins, she gains a trip to the sprit world which she has some future plans for it, but if gaang wins, she will say stop to Tohoku occupation. So with this antidote thing and stopping occupation things make deal seem more acceptable.

Either way Azula wins or lose, she will gain something that can be useful for her future plans. Even if she not wins something because she lost the deal, at least she had chance to using and improving her poison making skill which she's not using since a little kid.

İt's not actually in a season but i guess i can use early episodes of season 3, Mai and Ty Lee won't be around since Azula wanted it to be a sister-brother bonding activity and she needs them for taking information about one of her future plans. So Mai and Ty Lee is in city and they try to reach secret archive.(it includes all fire lord's yearly summary's and Azula thinks she can use it to finishing this war) She don't want to spend time with searching some secret archive that doesn't know is it real or not and she also wants to spend time with his brother. She really cares about him but she can't admit it.

Zuko will be a part of Azula's team, not gaang. Azula actually cares about him because he defended her against Ozai after coming back and Azula start to think maybe Zu-Zu is not so bad as she thought. And she won't admit but she miss teasing with Zuko like the time when they're kids. And of course she also thinks he would be an important ally because enemy Zuko really annoys him. Also she has a little regret for not helping him while banishing thing. She is not a heartless monster and she knows it's her mom's fault, not his. And burning his face in all their people is even crossed Azula's line.

And of course Zuko don't know her plans, he just think she's trying to catch the Avatar but surely he suspect Azula's planning something. Just Azula is so good at covering her secrets.

İt's supposed to be an easy with little plot oneshot but it turned into some short story.

İ hope i can explain it what I'm thinking about and thanks for all of your ideas! İ normally don't ask too many questions about plot because I'm always think it's more easy and fun to write what you think at moment. But since I'm trying to be a better writer, i started planning and editing stuff.

Please if you have any questions about this oneshot's AU ask it and I'll answer all of it. I'm having a really important exam on 17-18 June-i'm preparing this exam since last year- and i may not be able to write a lot, it's been 4.100 words but it's waits for writing. İf any of you guys have any ideas to improve this plot or fixing plot holes, please let me know.

Also if anyone's interested with writing this weird thing then i would love to read it!

This is the part where i stopped writing.

"I really just want to talk. And I'm here with only good intentions. The best option you have is listening to me."

Azula slightly waves her hand in the air, then she speaks one last time.

"Or I'll make sure they know this situation happens because of the Avatar. İt's all your choice."

The waterbender pauses for a while to consider her options, knowing if she doesn't make a quick decision, the entire team will be captured because of her. Without the bending and weakened by the poison, she'll only becomes a burden to her team. She sighs deeply before speaking in an exasperated tone, it must make her feel helpless to think about the possibility of not being able to waterbend again.