#yes please we all shout in unison

[moonchildcovenxx]

ok so read this now and if you don’t I’ll literally curse your entire bloodline because THIS HERE 😍😩😩

— is it casual now?

summary: in which you and sevika have been hooking up for months!

content warnings: nsfw, 18+, MDNI, smut, reader!giving, reader!receiving, strap-ons, tribbing, biting, fingering, face-riding, choking.

a/n: first fic kinda nervous…

You’d made plans a week ago to meet tonight, but Sevika had proven busier than usual, following the loss of her previous partner, so the two of you didn’t really talk much about it beforehand. But that didn’t stop you from showing up to her apartment at your usual time. You use the key she put in your coat pocket a few months ago, saying that she wants you to be able to walk in without her knowing, she likes the surprise, though, you always showed up on schedule anyways.

When you walked in, you immediately realize that she’s not inside. You assume that she’s out on business and let yourself in anyways. It’s a place you’ve spent countless nights and countless mornings in, cuddled up under her body or sitting on her counter as she cooked you breakfast. She usually keeps the place quite neat, everything in its place, but you can tell that the woman has been pretty busy. Her shoes are not neatly lined on the wall like they usually are, the empty glasses on the table, the unfolded blanket on the ground.

You know that you’re going to wait for her, so instead of sitting mindlessly on her bed, you pick up the living room and wash the dishes in the sink. It feels silly, but you know that if it were you, you’d appreciate the help. It takes you less than half an hour to finish everything and then you take yourself to her bedroom, deciding to just sit until she came back.

It only takes about another 15 minutes before you hear her front door open. Your heart immediately starts to race, you try to hide the giddy grin on your face but you can’t. You always look forward to these nights with her.

You hear her drop something onto the ground and her footsteps head in your direction, it makes you squirm, you can’t wait to see her face. Even in the dim light of her apartment, you can still see the outline of the smirk on her face when she spots you lounging, like it’s your own.

“Didn’t know if you’d show.” She says, her voice is hoarse and you notice that her once missing arm, is replaced with a newer, bigger one. You want to ask about it, but you want her to come over to you more.

“I always show.” You reply, crossing your legs, knowing it’ll avert her eyes down.

It does.

You like when she looks at you, watches you. You like it more when she’s touching you, but you also like the wait, the anticipation.

Sevika takes a step closer before pulling her jacket off, throwing in to the side. You can feel her from here, just her presence alone can get a reaction out of you. You lift your hand and wave her closer, you want nothing more than to feel her hand on your skin, but you also know control.

Sometimes Sevika is quick and to the point, and other times she makes it agonizingly slow to the point of suffocation. Tonight seems to be the latter. She walks to you slowly, her eyes glazing over your body as you rest on her bed, waiting for her. When she reaches you, your hand slowly wraps around her thigh, the muscle tightening under your touch. Her hand slowly finds its way into your hair and now you have no choice but to angle your head up to look at her.

“How long were you waiting?” Her voice is low, tired, and so so so sexy.

“You know what time I come,” You smile, “Don’t act like you don’t.” It makes Sevika smirk again, you want to kiss it off of her.

“Hm.” Her head tilts as she looks you up and down again, you’re drowning under her gaze, feeling yourself ready to give it all over right now. “Can you wait a little longer?I had a long day, I needa shower.” It almost sounds regretful, like she’d rather be here with you right now than doing anything else.

You sigh, “I think I can manage.”

Sevika leans in close, her lips inches from yours. “Don’t pout, love, I’m all yours tonight.”

She’s gone before you can even process the words, you were too intoxicated by the feel of her hand in your hair that you couldn’t think straight. You were always like this around her, you couldn’t help it, she just knew how to turn you on without even really doing anything.

You don’t really know how long you’ve been seeing Sevika, you lost count how many nights you spent with her tongue on your skin. You didn’t venture outside of silly, playful dynamic you already had going on, but when you went home, you always stripped in front of your mirror and traced every bruise, bite mark, and hickey you could find. You loved looking at them, feeling them, remembering them. You loved that she marked you, that she felt like you were hers and she could claim you like that.

You didn’t know whether or not Sevika thought about you outside of this bedroom, but sometimes, when it’s been a little longer that you haven’t seen each other, you notice that she grips a little harder, kisses a little longer, and holds just a little tighter.

Which could mean nothing.

You lay down while you wait for her, listening to the sound of the water running from the other room. You think about going in there, stripping down to nothing and climbing in there with her. You imagine the look on her face, shock mixed with intrigue. You can picture her grabbing you up and pinning you against the wall, the warm water hitting your face as she sucks on your neck. But then you remember her saying that she had a long day and you let her have a moment of peace in the shower.

The room is dark when the water turns off and you’re feeling impatient. It doesn’t help when Sevika walks out with nothing but a towel, squeezing the excess water from her hair. She’s completely bare and beautiful and you feel your fingers tremble with desire.

She comes to you immediately, climbing into bed, hovering over you. You can smell her, it’s some earthy, deep scent that you can’t place, but god, does it smell divine. She leans in and presses her lips to yours. Sevika kisses like she fights, angry and hungry for more, rough and without thought. Her body feels like heaven on top of yours, it’s soft but you know it’s seen the worst of Zaun, which only makes you want to touch her more. She’s not gentle with you, she’s not gentle with much in her life, but she handles you differently. Like she’s knows that you’re gentle, and she’s okay with that.

She dips her body down, her breasts touching your chest, you suddenly wish that you were naked as well, craving the skin to skin that the two of you are so used to.

Your hand reaches up and takes a fistful of her hair, deepening the kiss so she knows that you’re ready. Sevika gets the hint, pressing her knee between your legs as she kisses harder. You can’t help but gasp, your other hand instinctively grabbing at her skin. The second your nails dig into her non-mechanical arm, she bites down on your bottom lip, pulling another small gasp.

“You’re wearin’ too much.” Sevika mutters against your lips, and you couldn’t agree more. It only takes you a few seconds to strip off all your clothes, leaving you just as bare as she is. Her hand is cold when it touches your stomach and you flinch under it, but she grabs you, pulling you on top as she flips over onto her back. This is your favorite position, you love being on top of her, looking in her eyes as she comes undone underneath you.

The two of you fall into the groove easily, you know each other’s bodies too well, too intimately. You could say with confidence that nobody knows your body the way that she does, no one can make you feel how she does, no one can make you finish as quickly as she does. She’s too perfect, too good, too delicious, you want to go down but you already know her rule. She always finishes last.

So you let her pull you back into her mouth, licking in hungrily, your chests finally touching in all its rawness. You grind down, letting out of moan into her open mouth. You know what turns her on, you know how to get her started. Her hands grip your hips and the movement starts out slow but the more you feel yourself on her, the faster and harder it gets. You thrust yourself on her over and over again, quick and untamed. You can feel her fingers gripping your hips but it doesn’t matter that they’ll be a bruise there later. Sevika has always gotten off on you getting off, and when you let out a greedy moan, you can hear her breathing pick up. She’s watching you with hungry eyes.

“Fuck, Sevika…” You groan softly, slowing your pace, you don’t want to cum yet, you’ve been waiting all week for this, it’s going to last longer than a few minutes.

“Tell me what you want.” She whispers, her breath on your neck.

“Touch me, please.” You push her hand down and she gets with the program quickly, her fingers working their way into you with a swift movement. You let out a deep moan, your head falling back as you begin to move your hips, riding her fingers. It’s slow, you let yourself feel her inside of you as she thrusts her fingers in and out of you.

With her new arm, that you’ll ask her about later, she grabs the back of your head and pulls you forward so you’re face to face with her. She’s looking at you hungrily, like she needs you just as much as you need her right now. Your eyes are locked as you begin to shake, knowing what’s about to come. Your mouth falls open and a breathy moan spills from your lips. Sevika doesn’t waste any time before sticking her tongue in your mouth, a twin moan she tries to hide.

You love this, her noises that you imagine only you can bring out of her. The two of you breathe heavily against each other for a moment before you crack a smile, “I didn’t want to cum so quickly.”

Sevika smirks, “Don’t worry, it won’t be the last time tonight.”

You can’t help but surge forward, pulling her into a kiss and wrapping your arms around her neck. She’s gorgeous in this light, the softest you’ve ever seen her. You want to feel her in your mouth, every part of her.

So you do.

You start at her neck, kissing, biting, licking, leaving the same marks that she never lets you leave without. Then you move down to her chest, kissing here and here and here until you finally suck a nipple into your mouth. You’ve tasted Sevika before, but never like this. You’ve never been in control, and the fact that Sevika is relinquishing it so easily, submitting without hesitation makes you burn hot. You didn’t expect her head to fall back with a moan as you flicked your tongue, you never expected to see her like this underneath you.

So you go down farther and farther, kissing her everywhere, leaving dark marks in places you’ll see the next time you see her. The sight of Sevika opening her legs, inviting you in, is absolutely breathtaking.

On your knees, Sevika spread out in front of you, and the deep hunger inside of you, you don’t even hesitate to lick her open. Your hands grip her thighs as her back begins to arch. You look up only to see her eyes squeezing shut as she bites down on her bottom lip.

Her hips rise and fall, she wants more and you’re are more than willing to provide. You use your fingers as a companion to your tongue, she gasps when you slide them in. You want to hear her, for her to let go of her bottom lip and let it all out.

Her face shoots up when you stop, you meet her gaze, “I want to hear you, Sev.” You mutter, loving the taste of her on your lips, knowing that she can see herself on your mouth. God, she’s ravishing. A sight so unlike anything you have ever seen before. You want to devour her.

She grits her teeth and grabs a fistful of your hair, pushing you back down. You get back to work instantly, and this time, you go in with both at the same time, releasing a gorgeous moan from her lips. It’s untamed and loud. You’ve never heard anything that made you feel the way that did. If you are undoing Sevika now, then what are you already? It’s more than that. You are rendered useless with her. She has undone you so many times that you don’t even know what it feels like to be whole unless you’re with her.

It’s stupid, but it’s true.

You don’t know how long you go for, it doesn’t matter, you’d go forever if it meant you’d hear her moan your name as her legs shake. You go until she’s dripping down your chin and she’s breathing so heavily that she can barely kiss you. But it’s worth it.

You collapse next to her when you pull away from the kiss and let her catch her breath.

//

Sevika wasn’t lying when she said there would be more time. You don’t know how it happened, but at some point, Sevika ends up on top of you, hands pinned above your head with her mechanical arm, a reassurance that you can’t move, and the other one wrapped around your throat. It’s not tight, but Sevika always had a habit of showing off her strength, proving that she’s stronger and quicker than you.

You squirmed a bit as her grip tightened and she slowly slid the strap inside of you. She does it so slowly that you can’t help but moan her name. She does it softly at first, pushing it in, pulling it out, making you beg for more. She wants you to ask for it.

“Sevika.” You say sternly. You can see the glint in her eye as she slows the pace even more. There are always moments like this after Sevika cums, she loses all shame, every wall that she’s built has fallen, sunken into the floor, there’s nothing left there now but a woman starved. She smiles, and it looks so genuinely soft and precious, unexpectedly the best thing you have ever seen. “Please.” You whisper, almost choking with the grip around your neck.

She leans forward, the grip loosening just a tad as she connects your lips. She kisses you like you just said the magic word, slow and meaningful, it lingers even when she pulls away. The room is dark but you can still see her face and if your hands weren’t held down, you’d touch it, feel it, trace every scar.

And then, without warning, she thrusts into you hard and rough and fast.

“Fuck!” Falls from your lips before you can stop it. It’s loud and for a moment, you hope her neighbors can’t hear you. But then you forget all about them because Sevika is fucking you to the point of ruin and all you can focus on is the way her brows furrow, focused solely on your pleasure. It feels fucking incredible. She feels fucking incredible.

You can’t hold on for long, you’ve never been able to. Sevika is too good, too sexy, and you’re too wet, too horny, too needy to hold on. It doesn’t take many more for your back to arch and a cry to come out. Sevika slides out slowly, never looking away as your orgasm hits its peak. You can barely breathe but you’re sky high and you never want this feeling to end.

She leans down and presses a chaste kiss to your jawline before slotting in next to you. The two of you breathe heavy for a minute before you turn to her, reaching out and running a finger over her new arm. “This is new.”

“That’s what you’re worried about right now?” She asks, still breathing too heavily to relax.

You laugh, leaning in closer to her. Her skin is sweaty and you love the feeling of your body pressed against hers. There’s no place you’d rather be. You kiss her shoulder, “It was just an observation.”

She turns towards you now too. Her eyes are gentle when they look at you, it’s somehow the most intimate you’ve felt with her. She’s mesmerizing to watch. So rough and hard around the edges. A fighter. But here, in this space, she’s soft when she wants to be, a beauty to look at, and warm to the touch.

“Just an observation.” She repeats.

You can’t stop yourself from reaching over, a previous desire you can’t ignore, and trace a scar on her face. She doesn’t flinch away, instead, she takes you by surprise, grabbing your hand and gently placing a kiss on your palm.

You’ve never felt like this before.

“You said you had a long day? Did this help?” You ask, almost sheepishly. You don’t know if it’s the right thing to ask, or if she’s even going to answer, but you really want to know.

A smile forms on her lips, she’s holding back a laugh by sticking her teeth into her bottom lip. “Yeah, it did.” And then she kisses you like she means it.

//

You don’t know how time passed so fast, but you’re clenching the headboard in front of you to keep steady as you ride her face when morning comes. Her hands are gripping your thighs tightly, you know they’ll be bruised in a few hours. She spreads you open farther, sticking her tongue deeper, pulling a loud, “Fuck,” from your lips. “Sevika, my god.”

//

You guys fall asleep at some point, not soon enough to get the right amount of sleep, but that’s something for later you to deal with. For now, you admire Sevika as she climbs out of bed, still naked and as stunning as the night before. You want to pull her back in, kiss her roughly, tell her that the outside world could go one day without her.

“What?” She asks, noticing you staring.

Your cheeks heat up with a smile. “Come here.”

She stops for a moment, just looking at you like you’re something dangerous, and then she climbs back over to you, hovering above your body. “Yes, Y/N?”

Your breath is quickening already, “Kiss me.” You whisper, knowing that if you raise your voice even a little bit, it’ll quiver. And you can’t think of anything more embarrassing than that.

Sevika obliges.

The kiss is, above all else, delicate. A stark contrast to what was going on only hours before.

You’d take her in your mouth right now if you could, spreading her open and licking and sucking until she’s a mess all over your face again. But you also knew there were limits to whatever was happening between the two of you, and right now it was good, fragile and soft, there was no need for it to be anything more than that. Not with Sevika’s busy schedule.

So you opted for seeing her on her terms.

“How much longer do you have?” You ask against her lips.

She shakes her head, “I’m late, actually.” It’s regretful? Almost. It’s something.

Your head falls back onto the pillow with a huff and Sevika smirks, “I know, love. I’d stay if I could, you know that.”

You don’t. Not really. She doesn’t normally express feelings like this, but you like it, so you’ll take it.

“When can I see you again?” You don’t normally ask this soon, but you can still feel her inside of you and the thought of not knowing when you’ll finally get her again makes you want to die.

She kisses you again, smiling against your lips. Maybe you should ask more often.

“What’re you doing tomorrow?”

You can’t help but smile at the question.

[temiizpalace]

Hiii! I'm new here but I really love ur works so far! Anyways, I wanted to request Idia with Ortho supporting him and Azul for the 1. MOVIE DATE prompt from the event. Feel free to turn down my request, have a nice day/night!💫

☆┊MOVIE DATE! FOR ALL 3 OF US..(💀+ 🤖 vs. 🐙)

SUMMARY: THEY BOTH ASKED YOU OUT ON A MOVIE DATE AT THE SAME TIME! HOW WILL THEY WIN YOU OVER IF HE IS HERE TOO?

CHARACTERS: idia shroud vs. azul ashengrotto (ft. ortho)

EVENT MASTERLIST

WARNINGS: no determined end couple, jealousy, platonic ortho (rooting for idia)

NOTES: azul has NOT been winning the prefects heart lately. thank you for your request and welcome!!

reader is g/n, reader is yuu

˚∘☆∘˚

you were ortho’s best friend.

that’s what idia thought for the most part. not that it bothers him much, please continue to be. he has never seen his little brother happier, the excitement in his voice melting his heart. two of his favorite people getting along well, this must be what heaven felt like. wish he could get there too.

“we have tons of CDs and old movies back at our dorm too!” ortho smiles, chatting away with you at a desk. “really? what kind of movies?” you ask, smiling and listening intently as he lists the movies one by one. you could barely keep track of them all! idia felt a small smile tug at his lips, admiring the view before inventively snapping back out of it.

“idia, i still believe it is your turn.” azul clears his throat, pointing to the board game on the table. “o-oh yeah, right.” he stammers, drawing a card and performing the said action. it could just be him, but idia could swear azul looks much more smiley than usual today. creepy.. he’s not even winning.

“fufu.. perfect.” he mutters, moving his piece on the board. oh yeah, definitely creepy. “uhm, azul.. you’re literally losing right now.. not something to be proud of, yknow.” idia states bluntly, taking his turn. “i am well aware, but thank you for your kind words, idia.” azul responds sarcastically.

it was a little back and forth, but eventually idia won the game. board game club ended a little earlier than they both had anticipated. “done already?” you ask, hopping off of the desk. “i don’t think azul was really trying, but a win is a win.” idia shrugs, a smug smile on his face. “yes, yes, congratulations idia. i must say i am impressed.” azul cuts in, standing between the both of you.

“prefect! just the person i was looking for,” he smiles charmingly, much to idia’s small annoyance. “mostro lounge is planning a movie night before winter break, and i was wondering if you’d like to test watch our projector?” azul proposes, leaving you confused. “huh? can you repeat that?” you ask, tilting your head.

“would you like to watch a movie in the mostro lounge this evening? we need to test our projector, and you are perfectly suited for this job!” he beams, making you skeptical. “what’s the price?” anyone and everyone knows better than to take an octavinelle students words at face value. there’s always a string attached, but you need to find out what. “the price is you get to watch a movie in the mostro lounge nor free of charge, and in return i receive the feedback you provide.”

“really?!” you and idia shout in unison, startling azul for a moment as you raised your voices. “of course, i’ll be there alongside you! it’ll be just the two of us.” he grins, holding his hand out for a handshake. “damn.. free movies is hard to pass up.” you mumble, thinking about it for a moment. this seems sketchy.. but after a stressful day.. maybe.

in the nearby corner, ortho could see the look in his brothers eyes. jealousy. taking a quick scan of the room, his brothers heart rate was at an all time high! it doesn’t even beat that much during PE! even scanning azul’s heart rate, it was just like idia’s. so that’s how it is.. if idia liked you.. then..

you’d be his older sibling-in law? that sounds AMAZING! but wait. if azul is asking you out to a movie right now, that could monopolize the chances of you being his cool in law! we can’t have that! time for cupid to intervene. ortho. ortho is cupid.

“sounds pretty fun..” you mumbled as you assessed your options. “i got movies too yknow.” idia pouts, muttering phrases under his breath. “im sorry, what was that, idia?” azul asks, raising his brow. “he said we should tag along, too!” ortho interjects, startling azul. “i beg your pardon?”

“that’s actually a great idea!” you smile at the now energetic ortho, not noticing a grumbling octopus next to you. “i apologize, but this deal is for the prefect only..” azul sighs, trying to keep the act. “that’s fine. we can pay to get in. plus, ignihyde dorm is known for its tech expertise!” ortho chimes, seeming innocent when underneath this all he’s just trying to score his brother a date. sorta.

“those are excellent points.. and there’s money involved..?” azul grumbles, gritting his teeth. “ortho, what are you doing?!” idia panics, feeling anxiousness bubble up in his stomach. “didn’t you wanna watch movies with [MC]? im helping! and besides, i wanna spend time with them too.” ortho giggles, giving you a hug.

“aww.. ortho! azul, please let them come along!” you plead, patting ortho’s head while looking at azul sadly. how he hates the way you look at him. putting him in a position where he must accept how could you. “hmmph.. if they’re willing to pay the toll, then perhaps..” he gives in, crossing his arms with a pout. “yay! you hear that idia! we’re watching movies together!” you point, putting him on the spot.

“c-cool, i guess.. hopefully it’s not some trash movie..” idia throws you a thumbs up, standing near the desk awkwardly as you and ortho celebrated. azul felt disappointed. another plan of his foiled, job well done. he can’t resist you! it’s killing him! he even selected a scary movie for this occasion! you have to be joking!

it was all perfect too.. with you visiting the board game club and all. he should’ve waited for idia and ortho to leave but he got excited. curses! they even offered money just to go! “i’ll see you later this evening, prefect! idia, ortho, you too. please hand the necessary payment at the door.” he smiles, walking out the door swiftly.

“hey azul, why are ya looking so pissed today?” floyd asks, watching as the housewarden laid on the couch extremely still. “his date plans have been foiled. truly tragic.” jade answered, not sounding empathetic in the least. “shrimpy is hot on the market, yknow. nice try but ya gotta do better than that, chief.” floyd states bluntly, poking azul’s sides. “enough! both of you out, now!” he suddenly rises, pointing to the door of the VIP lounge.

“we’ll get the lounge set up for you then. floyd, let’s leave azul to his tantrum for now.” jade chuckles, walking by towards the exit. “i am NOT having a tantrum.” he groans, seeing as the twins cackled before they left. such lovely right hand men. how supportive of them. this is bad. diving deeper into it, what if you liked idia back? dated him? married him? start a family?!

the panic is overwhelming! he has to win your heart by tonight or he can kiss his happy ending goodbye. you’re already close to ortho, which is already a lose on his part. he is playing matchmaker, which means his current enemy isn’t idia.. it’s ortho. that damn robot! very well, two can play at that game. with this horror movie, you’ll be crawling up to him and screaming with fear. he’ll watch ortho and idia stare with a bitter glare as you cozy up to him. (delusional)

he’s going to win your heart, no matter what. whether you’re a machine, human, beastmen, whatever, nothing is going to stand in his way.

he actually cried during the movie and nestled up to you but shhhhh. (idia and ortho were smugly glaring, but also lowkey annoyed).

A/N: im going through writers block NOOOO

date published: 9/9/24

© temiizpalace — do not copy, steal, or put my work into ai. thank you!

[aronkiepronkie]

"KIYOKO ISN'T STAYING IN AGAIN?!" tanaka and noya yell in sync. "no, but we still have yachi! and an honorable mention that i won't reveal." daichi starts and yachi waves at the two energetic boys. "honorable mention?" hinata adds into the conversation. "you'll see." suga says with a smile looking at tsukishima smugly, he sighs and grumbles incoherent complains. all of the other boys look at him and look at him with furrowed brows. "why are you looking at me?" tsukishima spits. "suga looked at you when he said-" "shut up, yamaguchi." he interrupts. "sorry tsukki."

"wow, how fancy." you say to tsukishima in a quiet voice as you scan over the building they were staying in before their intense match they have in a few days, you don't look at him when he speaks up. "it really isn't much. let's just get inside." he mumbles and glances down at you already walking to the wide doors. "wha- don't go in without me!" he demands, but you're too far away to hear him and you slide open the doors, all of karasuno looking back at you. you stare for awhile before suga clears his throat and speaks, "ah, yn.". you wave with a smile and the gray haired boy walks over to you, placing a comforting hand on the small of your back as he introduces you. "this is yn, she'll be staying with us until the match." he starts, opening his mouth to say more but noya and tanaka let out a yell. "YN-SAAAAN, WOOOWWWW!!! YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL!" they yell, skipping toward you and falling on their knees. "YN-SAN, PLEASE WILL YOU-" they shout at you, bowing on the floor and you just stare. why are they so...weird...?? "she won't be doing anything for you." tsukishimas low voice echos through tanaka and noyas ears, they quickly sit up and stare up at the blonde boy. "waitwaitwait you can't tell us what to do!" tanaka yells angrily and noya nods with his hands on his hips. "you're right, but i'm aloud to tell you to leave my girlfriend alone, because this girl doesn't know how to say no." he flicks your forehead and you cover it with both your hands, furrowing your brows up at him and he just chuckles through his nose. "G-G-G-G-GIRLFRIEND??!!" tanaka, noya, and hinata (who's been hiding behind tanaka) scream in sync. "stop screaming, you're gonna bust my eardrums." tsukishima grumbles, looking down at the hand that's been resting on your back, he looks at suga with a stare that says "can you not.". suga chuckles and his hand leaves your warm body. "yes, girlfriend, so don't try anything. i assure you she doesn't want any of you." he glares down at all three of them and hinata shivers in intimidation. "y-yessir." they say in unison. daichi stands up from his spot, clapping his hands together to grab everyones attention successfully. "food's about to be done, i'm sure you all are hungry?"

"they're so childish." tsukishima complains and tosses his headphones on the nightstand next to the medium sized bed, he sighs. "i think they're all nice, i like them." you tell him and sit on the bed, the mattress dipping down from tsukishimas weight when he lays down next to you. "don't show too much interest, those air heads and that little shrimp will get the wrong idea." he says with closed eyes. the light from the moon outside creeps through the thin curtains and paints his skin one shade lighter, emphasizing his features. his porcelain skin seems to almost glow in the moonlight, his hazel eyes closed shut, his usual furrowed brows resting for once, you even notice a few freckles splayed against his under eyes, and his glasses shine before you decide to respond to him. "it's okay kei, no need to worry about what they'll do." you assure him while slipping his glasses of his smooth face, his eyes remain closed while you run a hand through his short blonde hair, placing a soft kiss against his forehead and he sighs in content at your affection, doing nothing to stop you because you and him both know he's a sucker for your love. "i know, it's just..." he starts, his navy black eyelashes flutter as he opens his eyes, golden irises meeting with yours and his gaze lingers for awhile, and yours does too. tsukishima is a very, very handsome boy, with such an interesting personality, sometimes you wonder how you got so lucky. his enhanced cheeks dusting pink as he silently admires your face. "you're so...not an annoying pipsqueak. i'm just being cautious of those girl crazy dimwits." he confesses in a hushed tone, his eyes shoot across your eyes and down to your lips, making a triangular motion. "thank you...i think?" you say with uncertainty, and you laugh quietly. "you're very welcome." tsukishima says with a small smile on his lips. "lay down with me." tsukishima mumbles and you oblige plopping your body next to his tall figure, you place your elbow on the fluffed pillows while you rest your cheek on your palm. "what, tired from arguing with your teammates?" you say, a cheeky smile plastered on your lips, the apples of your cheeks mirroring the blush tsukishima has on his smooth ones. "course i'm tired, do you know how confusing it is to have a conversation with those morons?" you dont respond, only looking at him with a sweet smile, staring at him with an expression that screams "i love you.". he gives you a "stop smiling at me" look before adjusting his gaze from yours. "shut up and go to sleep." "i didnt say anything!" you shout and he quickly hushes you and forces your head down on the pillow under you. "sleep." he demands and he shuts his eyes. "kei, i cant sleep." you whisper to him, poking his side and he slaps your hand away softly. "just sleep." he whispers back, his eyes still shut as he adjusts his position so he's resting on his side and motions you to lift your head up, and you do. he slips the arm he was resting on around your shoulder and he pushes you closer to his chest, your face snuggled in his shirt, the smell of his laundry detergent filling your senses. "better?" he says with sass, but he's far from being irritated. "hmmm, you're missing something." tsukishima scoffs, pulling your head away from his chest and guiding it up to look at his flustered appearance that he thinks he's so good at hiding. his eyes never meet yours as he closes them and tsukishima leans in, your eyes flicker closed while you wait for his lips to connect with yours. and they do, they do so passionately it makes both of you lose your breath. he pulls away for a few seconds to let out a shaky exhale before pulling you in for another kiss. his soft lips move in sync with yours perfectly and he runs his long fingers through your hair while deepening the kiss, swiping his tongue against your bottom lip before his gentle lips leave yours. his gentle lips leave yours and he quickly looks down at your hand, intertwining his longer fingers with yours and he squeezes three times. "i love you."

[inkspiredwriting]

Welcome to the Chaos, Maddie Hargreeves

Five Hargreeves x reader

A/N: I know there are a lot of people who don't see Five as a dad, but the idea of ​​seeing Five as a father, I don't know, I just think it's sweet. Please tell me if you like it, because I have written many little stories with Five's and Y/n's daughter. But if most of you don't like it, I wouldn't post it.

Warnings: None

It was a surprisingly calm afternoon at the Umbrella Academy mansion. Five Hargreeves was in the library, immersed in a thick book about quantum mechanics, while his very pregnant wife, Y/N, lounged on the couch nearby, flipping through a magazine.

Suddenly, Y/N gasped and clutched her belly. "Five!"

Five looked up, immediately alert. "What is it? Are you okay?"

Y/N's eyes were wide with a mixture of shock and excitement. "My water just broke!"

For a moment, Five just stared at her, his brain struggling to process the information. Then, all hell broke loose.

"Okay, okay, we need to get to the hospital," he stammered, jumping to his feet and nearly knocking over a lamp in the process. "Where's the hospital bag? Do we have the car keys? Do we even have gas in the car?"

Y/N couldn't help but laugh, despite the situation. "Five, calm down! The bag is by the door, the keys are on the hook, and yes, we have gas."

Five rushed around the room, grabbing things at random. "Right, right. Bag, keys, gas... Okay, let's go!"

As they made their way to the front door, they were intercepted by Klaus, who was munching on a bowl of cereal. "Hey, where's the fire?"

"Y/N's water broke!" Five shouted, looking more frazzled by the second.

Klaus's eyes widened in delight. "Oh my god, it's baby time! Everybody, get over here!"

Within minutes, the entire Hargreeves clan had gathered, each sibling contributing their own brand of chaos.

Luther tried to help by carrying Y/N to the car, but ended up banging her head on the doorframe. "Sorry! Sorry!"

Diego insisted on driving, despite his notoriously terrible driving skills. "I've got this! Just get in the car!"

Allison was trying to keep everyone calm, using her power to influence the situation. "I heard a rumor that everyone stayed calm and collected."

Viktor was frantically searching for his camera to document the moment. "This is going to be amazing for the baby book!"

Ben, who was only visible to Klaus, was laughing at the whole spectacle. "This is priceless."

Amidst the pandemonium, Five finally managed to get Y/N into the car. He jumped into the driver's seat, pushing Diego out of the way. "No way you're driving, Diego. I'll do it."

The drive to the hospital was a blur of frantic instructions, deep breathing, and Klaus offering unsolicited advice from the backseat.

"Just think happy thoughts, Y/N! Rainbows and puppies and—"

"Shut up, Klaus!" Five and Y/N shouted in unison.

When they finally arrived at the hospital, the staff took over, guiding Y/N to a room and leaving Five to pace nervously in the waiting area. His siblings were trying their best to be supportive, but their presence only added to his anxiety.

"Do you think it'll be a boy or a girl?" Allison asked, trying to make conversation.

Five ran his hands through his hair. "I don't care, as long as they're healthy."

A few hours later, a nurse came out with a big smile. "Mr. Hargreeves? Your wife is asking for you."

Five bolted to the delivery room, his heart pounding. When he walked in, he saw Y/N holding a tiny, wriggling bundle wrapped in a pink blanket. Her face was flushed, but she was beaming.

"Meet our daughter, Maddie," Y/N said, her voice full of love.

Five approached cautiously, as if in a dream. He looked down at the tiny face peeking out of the blanket and felt his heart swell with an overwhelming mixture of pride and love. "She's perfect," he whispered, tears gathering in his eyes.

Y/N laughed softly. "We did it, Five."

He leaned down to kiss her forehead. "You did it, Y/N. You're amazing."

Just then, the door burst open and the rest of the Hargreeves family piled in, eager to meet the newest member of the family. There was a chorus of "awws" and "she's so cute!"

Klaus, of course, had the last word. "Well, Maddie, welcome to the madhouse. You're going to fit right in."

Despite the chaos, Five and Y/N couldn't have been happier. They had survived the wildest ride of their lives and come out the other side as a family. And as they looked down at their beautiful baby girl

, they knew that whatever the future held, they would face it together.

Five looked around at his siblings, who had formed a noisy, excited circle around little Maddie. Despite their quirks and the constant chaos, he couldn't have imagined a better support system for his daughter.

Y/N, holding Maddie close, turned to Five with a warm smile. "You know, I think Maddie's going to be just fine with all these aunts and uncles watching over her."

Five grinned, finally feeling a sense of calm wash over him. "Yeah, she's going to be one tough kid."

Diego, trying to look serious but failing miserably, pointed at Maddie. "She better be ready to learn some knife-throwing skills."

Allison rolled her eyes. "Diego, she's a baby. Maybe start with something less... hazardous?"

Klaus leaned in close to Maddie, his usual mischief twinkling in his eyes. "Don't listen to them, Maddie. Uncle Klaus is going to teach you all the fun stuff."

Five shook his head, chuckling. "Just remember, if she picks up any bad habits, I'm holding you all responsible."

Viktor, gently patting Maddie's tiny hand, smiled. "She's already got the best parents. The rest of us are just here to spoil her."

As the Hargreeves siblings continued to banter and coo over Maddie, Five took a moment to reflect. Life had thrown so many unexpected challenges their way, but standing here with his family, holding his newborn daughter, he realized just how much they had all grown.

Y/N looked up at him, her eyes filled with love and gratitude. "We've come a long way, haven't we?"

Five nodded, squeezing her hand. "We have. And it's only going to get better from here."

With that, he wrapped his arm around Y/N, pulling her and Maddie close. In that chaotic hospital room, surrounded by his eccentric family, Five Hargreeves felt a profound sense of peace and contentment. They were a far cry from ordinary, but they were his family. And now, with little Maddie Hargreeves in their lives, the adventure was just beginning.

As they left the hospital, heading home as a new family, Five couldn't help but smile. Despite the madness, despite the challenges, they had made it. And as he looked at his daughter, he knew that together, they could face anything.

"Welcome to the family, Maddie," Five whispered, kissing her forehead. "You're going to love it here."

[joedirtymadre]

Two?

LAW X READER! FLUFF! (Please send more requests! 😭😭😭🙏🙏)

“So… let me get this straight…” you started as you stared at the scene in front of you. “You went to town to Finn’s some herbal medicine, and met a witch doctor…? Who tried giving you a deal on some ginseng, but you told her she was scamming you. So in response she… used her devil fruit power on you…?” You asked. “Well look at us…” the two captains said as they stared at you.

“I mean I can see the two of you, but really? You messed with a witch doctor and she split you into two,” you said as you tried to hold in your laugh. “This seriously isn’t funny (Y/N)-ya,” one said, annoyed by your expression. “I had to buy the ginseng from her to reverse this… but she said this won’t reverse back until it’s been 24 hours,” the other one sighed. “That’s crazy… so she did end up scamming you,” you laughed. You quickly shut up once you saw the dark glare coming from your captains.

“This kinda sucks… I planned the whole day for us,” you sighed. “You did?” They asked in unison. “Well, our anniversary is coming up and I was hoping to surprise you with a fun day,” you said. “Well we can still do it,” one of them said. “O-Oh, uhh… so… who do I go with?” You asked. “Me,” they both said. You watched as they quickly glared at each other. “We both know I’m the original one, so I’ll be going with her,” one of the Law’s said as he pulled you towards him. “Whatever, come here (Y/N)-ya. Let’s go,” the other said as he reached out for you.

You were stuck in the middle of the two, feeling the intense pressure in the room. “H-How about we all just go together…” you sweatdropped. “I guess,” one of them glared. “Fine…” the other one sighed. You let out a sigh of relief, “But before we go we have to make changes,” you said as you jumped out of their hold. You ran over to the closet, “I need to tell you guys apart, or this’ll get super confusing for me,” you pointed out. “So, you get to wear a navy sweatshirt, and you get black,” you said as you handed the shirts to them.

They shrugged and quickly changed. “Now… do I call you Law 1 and 2?” You asked. “No,” they said in unison. “Umm… Oh! How about I call you honey and babe, since I usually use pet names,” you smiled. “Alright,” Law (babe) said. “No, babe sounds more lovey than just honey…” Law (honey) glared. “Jealous?” The other saw smirked. You sighed, “Alright then… you’re dear.” “Better,” Law (dear) smirked. You rolled your eyes and you all headed to the destination you had planned.

Carnival

“A carnival?” Law (babe) asked. “Yes! Cause I wanted to try to win you this!” You said as you pulled both of them towards a carnival game stand. It was a ring-bottle toss game, but the prizes were giant polar bears. “Doesn’t it look like Bepo?” You asked them excitedly. “It does,” the two said as they stared at the bear. “Can we get 6 rings?” You asked the vendor, he nodded and handed him the money. “Ok, babe and here dear, try it!” You grinned. You handed them each 2 rings and you all tossed them, kissing each bottle. “I didn’t realize how hard this would be…” you groaned.

“Well if you want I could just give you a bear, my treat,” the game vendor winked. “Oh really? That would be-“ you suddenly felt a dark presence behind you. “No thanks,” Law (babe) said coldly. “We’ll win her one,” Law (dear) added, as the two glared at the poor vendor. “T-Thanks for the offer…” you said softly. “10 rings each,” they both said as they slammed money on the counter.

“Laws… we’ve been here for 30 minutes… I had other stuff planned…” you groaned as you watched your boyfriends struggle with the carnival game. “I almost got it,” they both said as they tossed their last ring. You watched as they both completely missed the bottle. “This stupid game is rigged!” Law (dear) shouted. “You just suck,” Law (babe) sighed. “Like you’re any better,” Law (dear) responded. The two glared at each other, you sighed and decided to go find a cotton candy vendor.

“Thank you!” You smiled as the vendor handed you a large cotton candy cone. You turned to see your boyfriends, looking disappointed. “No luck?” You asked. You noticed the two avoided your eyes, as they held out their hand. You noticed a small polar bear in each hand, you quickly tilted your head in confusion. “The vendor said we spent so much money that…” Law (dear) began. “We automatically get a small polar bear,” Law (babe) finished. You stared at the bears and began laughing. You clutched your sides as you noticed the two blush at your reaction. “How much money did you spend?” You asked in between laughs.

The two blushed even harder, “That doesn’t matter! Just take it!” They said in unison. “Thanks… I love them,” you said as you wiped away your tears. “So what’s next?” They asked. “Well, I think we’ve been here long enough. Come on!” You said as you dragged them to the next location.

“Alright we’re here,” you smiled. “A park?” Law (babe) asked. “Mhmm, follow me,” you said excitedly and lead them to a secluded spot with a picnic basket. “Come on, I planned a small picnic,” you said as you walked over to the picnic table. The other two rushed over and fought over who would sit next to you. “How about we just sit on the floor in a circle?” you sighed. You laid a small picnic blanket on the grass and you three sat in a small circle.

“Here you go babe, here you go dear,” you said as you served the two a small lunch. “Thanks (Y/N),” they said and began eating. You watched as the two calmly ate their rice balls and enjoyed the slow breeze. You giggled softly. You all finished the lunch and quickly packed up and headed back to the submarine.

“Today was… an interesting day,” you laughed. “So, is that the end of your itinerary,” Law (dear) asked. “O-Oh… well…” you trailed off, feeling your face heat up. The two stared at you. “U-uh yes, yeah I guess that’s it,” you said as you avoided their gaze. “Ahhh,” the two hummed as they looked over at you. “Haha… so I guess I’ll see you tomorrow when you turn back into one,” you laughed awkwardly as you tried to head to your room.

You were quickly stopped with a hand on both shoulders. “No, it’s fine,” Law (babe) said. “We have to finish our anniversary itinerary,” Law (dear) added. “Umm…” you gulped. They said as they dragged you down to his bedroom.

Part 2 Coming Soon ❤️

[mooonage-daydreamer]

hey guys! this is my first ever micro-fic for the marauders! i hope it’s ok xx

marauders playing monopoly- 705 words - hope u enjoy!

It was already 11 p.m; how is it possible for a monopoly game to last this long? Remus thought to himself. Mary had fallen asleep on Lily’s shoulder, Remus was reading his book, and James looked as though he was on the verge of tears; it was just Sirius and Marlene shouting at each other. Remus was certain no one had any idea what they were arguing over at this point, but none of them really cared; they all wanted the game to just finish already. Finally, the arguing died down, but then Lily nudged him to draw his attention from his book and let him know it was his turn. Why did he agree to ever play in the first place?

“Remind me to never play monopoly with Sirius and Marlene again," he asked Lily. She looked just as fed up as he was and sighed in agreement. He took his turn, and unfortunately, he landed on Sirius’ property.

“HA!” Sirius exclaimed, “That will be 200 quid, thank you very much, my dear Moony!”

“I’ve ran out of money," replied Remus. He hadn’t really; he just didn’t have the energy to play anymore.

“WHAT!” replied Sirius angrily. “THEN HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO GET PAYED?"

“Padfoot! Calm down!” James said.

“BUT HE NEEDS TO PAY ME! HE LANDED ON MY PROPERTY, SO HE MUST PAY ME! THATS HOW THE GAME WORKS!” argued Sirius.

“That wasn’t the rule five minutes ago when you landed on my property," Marlene retorted quietly.

“Look,” James replied, “why don’t we just call it quits for tonight? We’re all tired, and we want to go to bed.”

Everyone nodded their heads in agreement except Sirius and Marlene, of course.

“THATS NOT FAIR THOUGH!” they shouted in unison. They glanced at each other, then back at James.

“If you two are so desperate to win,” interrupted Remus, “why don’t you two just carry on?”

For the first time in that long evening, everyone agreed, even Sirius and Marlene.

“Fine.” Marlene said while glaring at Sirius.

They all knew it was a bad idea to leave the two most competitive people alone while playing a board game, but they were all too tired to care. Peter, James, Remus, Lily, and Mary all headed upstairs to go to bed, but only minutes later they heard more shouting.

"NO, YOU DONT DESERVE MY MONEY!” screamed Marlene.

"THAT IS NOT HOW THE GAME WORKS!” screeched Sirius.

"WELL, THE RULES ARE ABSOLUTE BULLSHIT! WHY SHOULD I GIVE MY HARD-EARNED MONEY TO A CRIMINAL?” Marlene shrieked.

“ITS NOT MY FAULT IM IN JAIL!” yelled Sirius.

“Ok, rock, paper, scissor, who goes down to sort this out as they clearly can’t sort it out themselves?" suggested Remus.

“Good idea,” Lily responded, “rock, paper, scissors shoot!”

“For fuck sake,” Remus complained, “it was my idea; why do I have to do it?"

“Remus, please,” Peter said, “we don’t give a shit what you do, just sort it.”

"Ugh, fine,” he replied. So Remus made his way down the stairs, but just as soon as he reached the bottom, Sirius bombarded him with questions.

“MOONY! "DON'T YOU AGREE WITH ME?" he asked. “RULES ARE RULES RIGHT?”

Remus just ignored him and slowly started walking over to the monopoly board. Once he reached the board, he looked them both in the eye and just flipped the board upside down. “There”, he thought, the game was finished.

“WHAT THE FUCK!” Sirius and Marlene screamed at him.

Ignoring them, Remus began making his way back up the stairs to join the others. Peter looked at him with genuine fear in his face. “Moony, what have you done?" he asked.

“We all wanted the game to end, right?” he said. There were murmurs of agreement.

“So I just did the simplest thing and flipped the board over.”

"Oh, Moony, mate, you’re absolutely fucked.”

James told him.

“I mean, someone had to do it,” Mary responded while yawning. “Does this mean we can go to bed now?”

“Yes,” Lily said almost immediately, “come on.”

It was almost 1 a.m. when the screaming finally died down. Remus assumed they had fallen asleep while arguing. ‘I’m chucking that board game out when I wake up tomorrow’, Remus thought to himself

[missvainillapudin]

Fuck 'em all, Fuck 'em all but us part2:

Prompt: Here is the second part of the first writing about Vance Hopper x fem!reader, sorry if the first one was very short, I'm still new to this and it's difficult for me to navigate Tumblr's options! ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ

•You looked at him somewhat agitated and surprised, you honestly didn't think he was going to pay attention to you so you limited yourself to lowering your gaze and fiddling with your fingers uneasily. "Uhm, well, there are these kids at school that always bother me and I was wondering if you could teach them a lesson, you know? Something like bullying them and telling them to mind their own business." You said with a sigh and quickly added, "B-but don't hit them! Please, I don't want to get into trouble!" He looked at you bewildered before smiling in disbelief. "Are you kidding me? You think I'm their fucking mother to go and give them a verbal lesson on what they should and shouldn't do? I'll finish it faster with my fists, I assure you," he said, letting out a nasal laugh with an air of slight arrogance and rolling his eyes. You looked at him with a hopeful smile. "So you're going to do it?" You said excitedly. He looked at you without a hint of grace and returned to his rude attitude "Just to make sure you don't say shit, don't even think that we are friends" he spoke irritated before turning around and walking with his hands in the pockets of his jeans as you hurriedly followed him and gave him the details about who those boys were, the next day after class you were calmly getting ready to go home but the sound of bustle and encouragement of students in a circle towards something or someone caught your attention, you frowned in displeasure, it was a fight between one boy against three more, you were going to turn around until you recognized the blonde hair of the boy who was in the fight and seemed to have the advantage between the other three boys who were now on the ground, their noses bleeding "Vance, Vance!" -some students shouted in unison, that only confirmed your suspicion and you hurried to get to that scene, the fight had already ended with Vance as the winner and the other three boys unconscious on the ground, as the round of students began to dissolve you could see how Vance put his backpack on one shoulder and walked away from the place, you ran towards him and pulled him by the arm to a corner behind the school where they couldn't see them "What the fuck!- Ah, it's you" he said without surprise and I put that irritating expression of indifference on his face while his hands went to the back pockets of his jeans and he watched you from above calmly, his calm only disturbed and irritated you more, as if the fact that minutes before he had given those boys the beating of their lives, yes, they were your bullies, but he hadn't kept his part of the deal yet! You looked at him annoyed "You! Ugh! I told you not to hit them, you brute!" You raised your voice angrily, pushing his chest with your hand gently and moving him even a little, he quickly stopped your wrists in his hands, lowered his head towards you and spoke in an intimidating tone that sent chills down your spine "You wanted them to stop didn't you? Well there you go, they won't get close to you again okay? For God's sake, you have to make people respect you, not give grandma lectures" he said abruptly releasing your wrists roughly but without hurting you, you were going to say something else however your attention was directed to your hands and wrists which were stained with blood, you frowned in confusion and then you saw Vance's knuckles which were open and dripping blood.

"Vance! Your knuckles!" you said with concern bringing your hands closer to his almost as a reflex to get a good look at his wounds, he must have gotten them from hitting those boys, maybe his teeth cut his skin…, you felt bad and he felt his heart flutter a little, he abruptly pulled his hands away from yours with a frown trying to act impenetrable “I'm fine, it's nothing” he said stubbornly trying to downplay the sharp pain his knuckles were sending throughout his arm “no you're not, wait-” you said with concern and opened your backpack to take out some first aid supplies you had taken from the nurses' station when you were going to help your mother at work, you cleaned the blood off his knuckles and bandaged them carefully and delicately, one that Vance had lost the luxury of enjoying, at least until now, you promised to heal them better after they got to your house and so it was, you kept your word and let's say he kept his but that doesn’t matter anymore because right now you’re wondering why you’re lost in those blue wounds. orbs located on his face or why you remember every golden curl of his wild mane, you just know that he started kicking the ass of everyone who wants to mess with you (even if you haven’t asked him to) and you’ll rush to heal his bloody knuckles after he finishes his job. Sometimes you can see how the other students notice the unusual closeness that someone like Vance and you have developed these past few months, but what does it matter? You’re both fine with whatever you have so fuck the rest of them, fuck ‘em all, fuck ‘em all but us.

🍉: Fortunately, a third part wasn't necessary and I was able to finish the whole writing in the second one! Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did writing it, if you liked it I'll be happy to publish more content like this in the future! (⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)📝

[blippymilk]

Do You Have Something to Tell Me?

Veneer x GN!Reader

Summary: You’re a normal teen in Mount Rageous, and the biggest Veneer fan known to man. Everybody that knows you knows it too. Unfortunately it’s highly unlikely to date the celebrity of your dreams…unintentionally.

A/N: I’m working on the request but I’ve had this for a bit so I finished it today and uploaded it for the time being.Also please forgive me if I use a certain amount of pronouns. With other content I’ve made before I’ve usually made female reader content so if I say she, as in referring to you please forgive me.

Happy New Years 🥳🎉

“Seriously (____)?” one of your friends side eyed you as as you burst out in giggles in response. You had invited your two best friends over (Liliana and Romar) for your annual two night sleepovers, and currently you were killing time by watching Veneer and Velvet’s (mostly Veneer) latest concert footage. Well not really killing time according to you, it was a way of life.

“You seriously brought us over here to watch you drool over Veneer?” Liliana continued as your giggling came to a halt. “I did not invite you over here for that. Especially since I am watching Veneer AND Velvet, get it straight guys.” You replied as Romar got up and came over to your bed where you were watching on your MacBook. “Sweetie you literally zoomed in on him and cropped his sister out…” you started kicking your feet and giggling again. “This is insane, I’ve never met anyone with such an obsession over anybody ever. You don’t even pay your boyfriend this much attention.” Liliana said and Romar agreed. “Who?” You said still staring at the screen as your friends both leaned back and cocked an eyebrow at you. “Oh, Jalen…him…right.” You sighed closing your laptop.

It was silent for a while before anyone spoke again. “How about we do our favorite activity to do when we’re all together?” Romar asked as you and Liliana perked up. “SHOPPING!” You all shouted in unison.

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“Let’s do a challenge guys.” You said to your friends as you all entered the Mount Rageous Mall. “Let’s put outfits together with a budget, a timer, and a person to customize.” You said as your friends agreed. “Bet. But where will we get the details from?” Liliana asked. “A generator or something.” Romar grabbed his phone and typed in a few things. The results ended up being: a budget of 35$, 40 minutes, and Romar got you, you got Liliana, and Liliana got Romar.

“On a count of three…” Liliana started, suddenly both of you almost fell over with the quick take off of Romar running through the mall. “HEY! WE’RE NOT done y-yet…and he’s gone.” She said as you both simultaneously face palmed and took off two different directions.

Your first stop was a store that was highly underrated in your opinion. It had great and reasonably priced outfits and none of your friends knew about it (yes you were gatekeeping but who cares). You ran all up and down the store for something Liliana might like. ‘Her favorite color is green, that’s a start’ you thought. You finally found a green top in her size and were now looking for some bottoms. You looked at the timer ‘32 minutes left’. You had to hurry and find some bottoms because more people started to enter the store. ‘Huh, guess this store’s not too underrated anymo-” your thoughts were cut short as you noticed someone running at the same pace towards you, and quite literally collided with them.

‘Sh*t that hurt’. The person you collided into let out a sort of high pitched “OW” that was very dramatic and dragged out. He almost sounded like…no. You sat up planning to apologize to the person, hoping it would roll over and you could be on your way. After all you only had 29 minutes left to checkout then hit up the accessory store.

“I’m sorr-”

“Ow, what the hell’s wrong with you?”

That shut you up real quick. What weren’t about to do was apologize to a blockhead. There was something weird about the way he responded. His high pitched voice had deepened when he came to his senses. “Excuse me?” You said standing up as he did too. The guy had a purple hoodie on covering his hair, but left some strands of it hanging, which was green. He had on glasses covering his eyes, pale white skin, and purple lipstick. He almost reminded of someone but you couldn’t put your finger on it.

“You should watch where you’re going next time.” The boy said dusting himself off. Now you were getting angry and the guy stuttered a bit. “Wait that’s not what I-” “Who do you think you are?” You blurted out.

“I was just saying…”

“Well maybe if you’d stop running your mouth every three seconds, your future altercations could be less painful.” And with that you grabbed your items off the floor, and made your way to the checkout leaving the boy stunned.

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After hitting up the accessory store you and your friends had planned to meet up in the food court. “I seriously think I won this, like no joke.” Romar said. “Absolutely not it was me!” Liliana said shaking him. “I don’t know Lili, the outfit I picked out for you was kinda cute.” You said as you three went back and forth.

“Y’all are exhausting and I’m hungry, let’s eat.” Romar said and the disagreement was over as you three frantically traced the smells in the food court. Once in line you told your friends about the interaction with the rude guy you’d met in the store you went to. “Girl I woulda beat his as*” Lili said getting rowdy. “Uh we don’t condone violence over here mam.” Romar laughed as you two chuckled.

Once you ordered Romar offered to wait for everyone’s food and Lili took a phone call. You decided to sit down at a empty table and scroll through social media to kill time. You had scrolled endlessly for a few minutes before a Veneer edit popped up on your for you page. You stopped and watched it again, and again, and again, and maybe another time.

It’s only when a sudden voice snapped you out of your daydream, “Hey.” You jumped quickly and looked where the voice was coming from. It was that rude dude from the store earlier behind you. Rolling your eyes you quickly got up to leave but he stopped you, “Wait please don’t go.” He said. ‘He thinks I’m really gonna stay after the way he was talking to me earlier’ you thought, but you did stay.

You looked up at him waiting for him to speak again, you also noticed him eyeing your phone. The Veneer edit was still on repeat. ‘How embarrassing’ you turned your phone off and laughed nervously. You wondered if he had been behind you when you had the edit on loop, or if you were almost drooling or flustered at all.

“What is it?” You asked him as he turned his attention back to you. “Oh right um,” he sat down in the chair across from you, “I just wanted to apologize for earlier. I don’t usually act that way I actually felt really bad.” He said as you eyed him, like you were scanning him. “I’m so serious, like what I was saying I didn’t mean for it to come out like that. I have a lot of things to think about right now and I guess I didn’t think too hard on how to approach the situation.” He continued. You “scanned” him even more, he seemed sincere.

Suddenly your face softened and you could to tell his worry dropped a little too. “It’s ok I get it, I’m sorry for not hearing you out I was just in a rush.” He smiled a bit at this. “So what’s your name?” He asked. “I’m (____). What about you?” You asked. “Oh I’m V-Victor.” He said almost as if he was thinking too hard. “Nice to meet you Victor.” “You too.” “So do you live around here?” You two were in such deep conversation you didn’t see your friends staring you and this boy down until the had to frantically wave at you. You let them know you’d be there soon with your face and they took off somewhere in a hurry. Actually a couple people did, there was a little crowd forming at the front of the mall.

“What’s going on?” You said looking at the front, mid conversation. Victor looked almost panicked for a moment but calmed his face. “Not sure but I think I have to get going.” He said grabbing his bags. “Ok I get it, do you mind if I ask you one more thing though?” you asked. “Hit me.” He replied. “Why are you wearing glasses, can I see your eyes before you go?” You chuckled as he did the same. “Not this time, maybe another time.” He smiled at you, grabbed his last bag, and just like that he was gone.

‘Another time?’ You thought. He’s gotta be stupid there’s like a one in a thousand chance you’ll ever run into him again at Mount Rageous. You looked down at your phone and on top of it laid a piece of paper. You opened it to find a note: “Call me sometime? ;)” with a phone number under it and Victor’s name. He was quick with it.

Was he flirting with you? Why else would he put a winky face. ‘Little does he know, I’m loyal to my boyfriend’ you thought. “And my future husband Veneer.” You thought out loud before quickly closing your mouth and hoping nobody heard you. That’s when you realized more than half of the people at the food court was gone.

Suddenly Lili came up to you and grabbed your hand, “Come on come on! (Name) you will not believe what’s happening!” She sqeauled. “What? Just tell me!” You shouted while she dragged you to the front of the mall. “No you have to see it for yourself.” She said. “Nope,” you stopped and pulled your arm back, “I won’t go until you tell me what it is.” You tried being stubborn and it was working, Lili’s eye twitched a bit. “Fine! You wanna know so bad, it’s Velvet!” She sqeauled loosing her composer. “Velvet? As in-” “THE Velvet! Superstar and sibling to your man Veneer yes!” But you had only heard up to the Veneer part because you took off.

[zaimta]

Hello! Wondering if you could do Ace, Shanks and Marco with a gender neutral reader who got themselves stuck in handcuffs and needs help getting out? Totally cool if not though haha. Have a nice day </3

a/n- this right here made me giggle a lil, sorry for the long wait!!

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˗ˏˋPORTGAS D. ACE

literally the reason you’re in this mess he dared you to do it and he didn’t think you would

“i dare you to put those sea prism handcuffs on over there.”

you rolled your eyes and shot ace a glare “now why would i do that-“

“i’ll give you one thousand berri.”

you quickly thought it over and walked over to the handcuffs while ace giggled slightly and watched in anticipation to see if you would do it.

once you walked up to the handcuffs you immediately put them on not even thinking about how you would get out at the moment, until ace walked over laughing and threw his arm over your shoulder and his laughter stopped suddenly. you both stared off into the distance as if you were looking at an invisible camera

you struggle against the cuffs and stare blankly “i can’t get out. can i.”

“nope.” he popped the ‘p’ and you both sighed.

“you owe me two thousand berri just for this.”

˗ˏˋMARCO

disappointed ™️

“marco i need your help.”

marco turned around from his studies and turned to face you “what’s going on lov- oh.” he looked at you then the handcuffs and then sighed deeply while pinching the bridge of his nose

“what did we say about getting into bets with ace.” he rose a single brow

you sighed in annoyance you felt as if you were being scolded like a child "only bet with him if you know you can live without all your berri and your dignity."

he ran a hand down his face and lead you out by gently putting a hand on the small of your back “come on let’s go find someone who can get these off of you, you might lose an arm or two in the process but you’ll be fine” he smiled slightly while chuckling under his breath

“im sorry what.”

˗ˏˋSHANKS

you were drunk and you were dared by yassop who was drunk as well and it didn't end well for either of you

"hey y/n wanna have a drinking contest? loser has to do whatever society allowing dare the winner chooses." yassop challenged you with a cocky grin, causing you to roll your eyes with a grin "you're on but don't become a sore loser when I win." he chuckled "in your dreams n/n"

the two of you put up an even fight but unfortunately, the both of you tapped out at the same time completely drunk, your speech was slurred and all thought processes went out the window.

"hey since we both lost how about we do the dare together?" you suggested while smiling it was clear you didn't put thought into it, it was entertaining for your fellow crewmates to watch. what was even more entertaining, however, was that yassop agreed to your proposition.

"hey we know what we could do, how about trying on those handcuffs. i heard they're something new the marines cooked up." you said while pointing to your office where you had the handcuffs on your desk, you quickly retrieved them and slapped one handcuff on your wrist and the other on his.

"now what?" yassop asked staring at the handcuffs without a single thought running through his head. you shrugged "let's take them off...hm."

"n/n"

"yes?"

"you do have the keys right?"

"i do not."

the two of you slightly panicked, a slight panic turned into a moderate one, and soon enough, you were running around the deck like a pair of chickens without their heads. yelling about how you were stuck.

the two of you ran into shanks and you pleaded with him "please help us." shanks looked down at your wrists and busted out laughing, "no way! this is the best thing I've seen all day!"

"it's not funny!!" two of you shouted in unison at your captain.

[jordanstrophe]

Can we pretty please get a part 3 to the abandoned whumpee story pleeeeease????

(Only if you want to though!!)

Yes yes you may ^^ Edit: I had no idea how much fun it is letting personalities of a cocky whumper and whumpee clash

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CW: Defiant whumpee, taken captive, whumper having to caretake, abandoned whumpee, manhandled, blood loss

Whumper held both of whumpee's arms trying to wrangle them still. They fought hard as whumper could barely keep them in their arms.

"Let go of me!" Whumpee shouted. Whumper motioned for their team as two grabbed whumpee and pried them apart.

"Be gentle with them; we're keeping this one alive." Whumper huffed, fixing their jacket.

"This is all that's left?" One of the team members asked.

"No, most of them got away. This is what was sacrificed." Whumper cupped whumpee's chin and tilted their head up.

"You're not understanding it was willingly." Whumpee retorted back.

"Willing or no, it looks like your team didn't feel you were worth fighting for." Whumper spoke lightly, thumbing their cheek. Whumpee winced and twisted their face out of whumper's hand. "Regardless, we're taking them back with us." Whumper announced.

The team all groaned in unison.

"Whhhyy, let's just kill them and get it over with! What if they run?" Someone argued.

"Then make sure they don't! Killing them now would be a waste, wouldn't it?" They turned around and gave whumpee a smile.

"How's that going to work for you?" Whumpee spat, squirming in the guards hold.

"You have information; intel I would love to have my hands on." Whumper's eyes trailed down and they noticed blood starting to soak through whumpee's clothing.

"And you think because they, -Oh what was it you said-... Abandoned me, that I would give them up? That I'll roll over and join you?" Whumpee retorted. "That won't happen. It'll never happe-

"Stop. Shh sh sh sh, stop arguing with me, you're making yourself bleed out. Easy now." Whumper folded a cloth and pressed it against the blood as whumpee gasped in shock.

"We've stalled enough. Let's get you home before you bleed to death. And whumpee dear," Whumper tethered the bandage to their side and gripped their shoulder.

"I would never abandon you. Unlike someone we all know..." They fluttered their fingers.

"I'd actually rather you would." Whumpee cocked their head to the side. 

"No you rather wouldn't." Whumper's eyes flicked up. "You're stranded far from help, I presume your team -that left you behind- also took the transportation you came in on, so you would wander around until you start suffering from blood loss until you crawled around in vain. Then, you get to be the sacrifice you always wanted to be."

Whumper bent on their knees to whumpee's level with a smug smile waiting for their bite back. 

Whumpee's face was blank. They didn't have one. 

"Mmm.  .... That's what I thought. Now, let's go home, shall we?" 

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[sosa2imagines]

My drunk boyfriends

"OH MY ODIN!!"

Let's just say hiding asgardian mead in empty juice bottles inside the kitchen was not a good idea but Thor thought differently. So when the poor innocent super soldiers were thirsty without thinking much just took each bottle and drank it all.

You weren't sure what it was when you heard noises in the kitchen maybe someone is hungry, maybe someone is cleaning or maybe Thor is searching for poptarts literally anything. But this was something else. There were snacks all over the place. Bags of chips and candy littering every inch of the counter tops along with the two massive super soldiers sitting on top of the kitchen island giggling like kids with their hands in the cookie jar.

"Bucky Bucky" Steve sang to himself while stuffing a chocolate chip one into his mouth "Yes Stevie" Bucky sang taking one for himself "Eating cookie?" "No Stevie" "Telling lies" "No Stevie." "Open your mouth" "Ha! Ha!" "What are you two doing?" Your voice broke them away from their nursery rhyme staring at your boyfriends both of them trying to hide the jar behind their backs. "Nothing Y/n" Steve gave you a dopey grin his baby blue eyes twinkling, snickering at his boyfriend attempting to stab a juice box with the straw. "Too hard!!" Bucky whined, sticking his tongue out in concentration trying to get his straw in to no avail looking back up to you for help. He gave you his most innocent puppy pout sticking his hands out for you to take his juice. Trying to hide your smile you helped him pushing the straw in and giving it back to him, shaking your head at the grin he gave you.  "you like herrrrrr" Steve howled making Bucky blushed, peeking at you through his lashes. "BUCKY HAS A CRUSH" Steve started to shout making you laugh. "She's my girlfriend" Bucky giggled at the last word, Steve's eyes lit up, a classic plan began to manifest now he was struggling with a juice box and gave it to you with puppy eyes you roll your eyes and helped him this time Bucky teased him "You like herrr" Steve blushed but unlike Bucky he didn't say your are his girlfriend in fact he asked you "Will you be my girlfriend?"  Trying hard not to laugh you told him "We've been dating for 2 years you dork" you watched his cheeks redden more, which only made him more adorable and he started to giggle "I have a girlfriend" and suddenly he gasped "I have a girlfriend and a boyfriend how cool is that?" Bucky's eye widen "I have a boyfriend and girlfriend too, Steve leave your boyfriend become my boyfriend"  "Bucky leave your boyfriend I will become your boyfriend" "Okay" "You dorks you both are already dating each other and me too!" you quickly told them before they can repeat the rant again. Both of them high fived each other going back to their snacks.  Suddenly Steve had another idea and whispered something in Bucky's ear. "Come on Buck" he gets off the counter. "Where are you going?" Steve shrugged but you gave him a pointed look while Bucky raised his hands, hoping to silently communicate. "Sit down finish your snacks and go to bed" you felt like you were talking to toddlers. "We wanna fly in Tony's suit!" Bucky demanded. "I can't believe I'm saying this" pinching the bridge of your nose "NO you can't just go take Tony's suit and go flying, now finish your juice boxes and go to bed" "NOOOO" Steve cried jumping onto Bucky, wrapping his long legs around his waist, holding onto him like a massive teddy bear giving you his best puppy eyes matching his equally ridiculous boyfriend. "WE DON'T WANNA GO TO BED" both said in unison with teary eyes. "Loves" "Please" Bucky pouted effortlessly holding the captain up while you mentally face palm yourself. "No! you cannot go flying! You'll end up hurting yourself " you gasped as Steve and Bucky had stopped listening to you they were back to eating more cookies. "Soft" Steve whispered giving Bucky's ass a poke, making him yelp. Bucky stared at him like a deer in headlights while Steve cackled to himself, tossing back another cookie into his mouth.

You were to engrossed at the scene in front of you to notice Tony walk in, his face equally perplexed at yours. "What in god's name?" Tony stared at the chaos that was taking place with you in the middle "Thor Odinson" you smiled while Tony cocked an eyebrow, waiting for you to elaborate "Guess Thor left some of his mead in the juice bottles" "Who would've thought this would be their downfall" he mused beside you suddenly your eyes widen with shock "Oh I think clothes are coming" you warned Tony but Steve's shirt flew right on his head, eyes growing wide when a pair of jeans followed. "I'm hot!!" Steve said "also I'm sleepy now" He yawned, "Okay, someone call an end to this" Tony covered his eyes while talking to you, hoping to get Steve into some clothes before hauling him back to your shared bedroom. "Y/n, I'm assuming terminator is behaving?" "Yeah, I" even before you can finish you were met with your boyfriend's Henley followed by his joggers landing on your head and you squealed when you found yourself hanging off his shoulder seconds later. Steve quickly stood next to him holding your hands and you looked at Tony for some help in the awkward position you're at the moment only for him to shake his head before falling down when his foot got wrapped in one of the jeans on the floor. "Buck, where are we going?!" He mumbled something while making his way to the elevator in just his boxer briefs. "Oh good idea" Steve murmured seemingly heard what Bucky mumbled. "Nap time" they mumbled sleepily, taking you to the bedroom and plopping down on top of you, using your chest and stomach as a pillow. "Cuddles" both said in unison "Mhm...then you both get cuddles baby boys" you giggled, caressing your fingers through their hair, unable to stop smiling from how ridiculously adorable they both are.

"Lets get married tomorrow" Steve suddenly said making you wide your eyes and Bucky looked like he was thinking about something "yes we can go to narnia" making you laugh even though they are drunk you know they are talking truthfully you three love each other alot, often in between the topic of marriage was mentioned and you all were on the same page and had decided when the time is right you will get married so you went back to playing with their hair and they let out a content sigh, softly snoring moments later. You bit you lip to keep your laughs down hearing the commotion outside your room in the hallway as Tony was complaining about who is going clean the mess.

[marchtomydrums]

Old Habits

Billie Dean Howard x Cordelia Goode x Wilhemina Venable x Reader

Your last class was canceled today so you decided to surprise Billie with a visit. She's been working hard this week and sometimes you like to surprise your girlfriends with lunch.

You walked into the building smiling at the women at the front desk. She smiled as you walked by with your hands full of Billie’s favorite takeout.

You opened her office door and what you saw next was completely unexpected. There was Billie's face deep between some woman’s thighs as she trembled on her desk.

“Oh god, Billie Dean.” the woman moaned.

“Billie?” you called out.

The blonde's head pops up quickly as she looks at you.

“Y/n?”

“I...I um I brought you lunch but it looks like you already have some,” you mumbled setting the bags down on the table.

“Y/n.”

“See ya at home,” you said quickly as you ran out of the office.

“Wait no! Y/n! Y/n!” Billie screams running after you.

You didn't stop you ran as fast as you could. You cried the whole way home going over the scene again and again in your mind.

Once you made it home and behind closed doors, you snapped. Your sobs were loud and painful. It felt like your heart was being squeezed in your chest.

“Sweetheart?” Cordelia called out.

“Oh honey what's the matter?” she asked sitting beside you on the couch.

You cried harder as she held you. It didn't take long for Mina to walk into the living room.

“What's wrong? What happened?” she asked. Cordelia shrugged her shoulders as she tried to calm you down.

The front door slammed shut as Billie walked in.

“Oh thank god you guys are here. Y/n I.”

“Get away from me,” you screamed.

“Y/n please let me explain.”

“Yes please do please explain to them how you were cheating on us!”

“What?” Cordelia and Mina said in unison.

“Yeah. I went to her office with lunch to surprise her and there she is fucking some woman in her office.” You shout.

Cordelia and Wilhelmina’s heads snap towards Billie. “What?” they asked in unison shocked to hear this.

“It’s not what you think,” Billie says to them.

“It was Ally.” She says.

The name means nothing to you but you notice how the other two women’s shoulders relax a bit as if this is good news.

“Who the fuck is Ally?” You hissed.

“Ally is a friend of ours. She lives in Michigan. She’s a senator there.” Billie says.

“Okay. And?” You asked still not understanding.

“Babydoll before you the three of us would invite others to sleep with us. Mostly random women we met out but sometimes friends. Ally is someone we used to sleep with often whenever she came to town to visit. She hasn’t been here in a while but she showed up today.”

“Wait a minute. So you’ve all been sleeping with her since we’ve been together?” You asked looking at each of them.

“No.” They quickly say.

“Sweat heart we haven’t been with anyone since you,” Cordelia says softly.

“Well until now…” Mina adds looking at Billie pointedly.

“Hey! We never talked about Ally and if our plans changed. It’s not like I planned this she just showed up. It’s nothing that any of us haven’t done before.” She says defensively.

You look over at the blonde tears streaming down your face. “How would you feel if you saw me like that? Huh? Pinned down by some other woman throwing my head back in pleasure as she eats me out?!”

Mina growls at the thought of someone else having their hands on you. Out of the three of them, she is the most possessive.

Billie Dean lowered her head in shame.

“I wouldn’t like that. I’m so sorry y/n I swear to you it wasn’t something I had planned nor would I do it again. Babydoll please believe me.” She begged reaching out to hold your hand.

You snatched your hand back rejecting her advances and shaking your head.

“I don’t want to be touched. I want to be alone I need to think.” You said making your way towards the stairs.

The three women watch you disappear upstairs.

“Nice going Billie Dean!” Mina hissed at the blonde.

“I didn’t do it on purpose you know how Ally is.”

“Yeah, I do. But that still gives you no right to just have your way with her. I thought we left that lifestyle once we became involved with y/n.” She says looking over at Cordelia.

“I thought so too but Billie Dean is right we never spoke about what would happen if Ally or any one of our friends returned. I think the two of us subconsciously decided we were done with that once we met y/n. Maybe Billie had other thoughts?” She asked looking over at Billie.

“So you two are just going to blame this on me? I never thought about being with anyone else but the three of you. Ever. Ally is different though. I thought… I thought it was okay.”

“Well, it wasn’t,” Mina adds.

“I know that now!” Billie huffs.

“We will figure it out,” Cordelia says.

“I hope y/n will forgive me.” Billie cries.

Cordelia frowns as she brings Billie into her arms holding her tightly. Mina looks at the sight in front of her as her heart breaks. One for Billie Dean and one for you. While she was upset with Billie she didn’t like to see any of you upset.

“Just give her some time. She’s hurt but she will come around. I will speak to her.” Mina says.

“Thank you.” Billie smiles.

The three women smile at each other sending looks of love to one another as the sound of Billie’s phone interrupts them.

Billie frowns as she looks down at her phone.

“Who is it, Billie?” Cordelia asked.

“It’s Ally.” She sighs handing the phone over to Cordelia.

Cordelia and Mina look over the text.

Are you lovely ladies free tonight? I miss the three of you.

Flight leaves at noon on Friday.

Let me know.

-Ally.

[lucky-clover-gazette]

The Big Picture

(Four Swords Manga Adaptation)

Chapter 6: Stone Arrghus | 5818 words

The gang fights a giant rock. Vio learns something about himself. Shadow tries his best.

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As the solar eclipse reaches totality, Stone Arrghus’s power swells. Its form begins to vibrate and expand, unimpeded by the natural light that normally suppresses it. It extends this power to about a dozen nearby rocks, beckoning them to orbit its body.

And then it turns to Shadow Link

“An eclipse?” the shade asks, slaw-jawed as he stares directly at the black sun. Arrghus had only wanted to please his master, back when its thoughts had been simple. But without the sun’s oppressive effects, it has found itself newly enlightened. 

Show me some real power, Shadow Link had told Stone Arrghus. Hell, kill the heroes yourself and Ganon will probably give you my job.

“Master,” it says in an unfamiliar voice. It sounds chilling and monstrous, a far cry from its previous simple repetition.  

Shadow Link turns to face Stone Arrghus, his jaw dropping again at its transformation. “What the—” 

An orbiting stone knocks the shade on the side of his head. Stone Arrghus chuckles as all five feet and two inches of Shadow Link crumble to the ground. 

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“Erune… she’s gone!” 

Vio sighs and places down his journal. 

Green’s shouts are clear as day through the window. Clear as… not day. It’s dark outside, Vio realizes, as he gets to his feet. It’s not supposed to be dark. And the shadows beneath the trees, they’re shaped… 

An eclipse, Vio realizes, drawing from his own basic knowledge of natural science. 

“Search the grounds!” Green hollers, as more footsteps pound against the wooden porch. “Look for clues!” 

Vio stretches and grabs his sword. This should be interesting. 

He makes it downstairs, following the same path both Red and Blue appear to have taken to speak with Erune. And there they are, all three of them, on the porch—but Erune is nowhere to be found.

“It’s dark,” Red whimpers at Vio’s arrival.

“I noticed,” he responds. Vio turns to Green. “What happened?” 

“I was right there with her, but then Blue had to pull me away—” 

“Don’t blame me,” Blue huffs. “How was I supposed to know the world was gonna get all freaky?”

And to his credit, Vio can confirm that the world looks rather freaky. It’s not just the eclipse anymore—there’s almost a visual distortion to the town square surrounding them. Ripples in reality itself, dizzying and surreal. 

“It looks like the village,” Vio says, “warped through a bad dream.” 

“Through a nightmare!” exclaims Red. 

Vio narrows his eyes, scanning the area. “It’s a lot like the real thing, but subtly different. Sort of like we are.”

Before they can ponder that notion any further, the heroes are distracted by the sound of laughter. Children’s laughter, echoing through the village, leading back to a group of distant silhouettes. 

“The missing children,” Green says under his breath, and then he’s off. Reluctantly, Vio follows him with the others. Green reaches the children first (“Hey, kid!”), reaches for an oddly stiff arm, and—

“Yes, Mister?” 

Vio stops himself in his tracks. The children’s voices come from painted mouths, belonging to life-sized toys. 

“This is a land with no adults,” the toys say in unison. There’s a stuffed bear, a clown, and a soldier, as well as a brightly-colored toy box beside them. “Just us kids, and we get to play all day long. All play and no work means we’re just like toys.” 

“You never get hungry or tired,” says a different voice, this one much more familiar. “You can play forever. It’s fun!” 

Erune sits against a tree, her eyes vacant and her limbs stiff. She has been transformed into a doll. 

Vio feels sick to his stomach. 

Green draws his sword. “Show yourself, Shadow Link! You’re behind this!” 

A large figure emerges from distant fog, and it is definitely not shaped like Shadow Link. It’s a giant circular rock, with a bloodshot eyeball in the center. Gleefully, it taunts them from… the eye? Is that its mouth too? 

“Shadow Link should be the least of your concerns!” the monster exclaims. “I am your enemy now!” 

“Tell us what happened to Shadow Link,” Green demands. “Is he dead?” 

The monster seems annoyed by the question. “He has been… neutralized.” 

Ah, Vio thinks with mild disappointment. Just unconscious, then. 

Blue raises an eyebrow. “What, did you hit him with a rock or something?” 

The monster does not respond to this question at all, which must mean… 

“Wait, really?” Vio smirks. “That’s all it took?” He imagines that overconfident freak getting knocked out by a paperweight, and he smiles. 

“Guys,” Green scolds his teammates. “Focus.”

And it’s good that he said something, because Vio has just enough time to prevent a small rock from knocking him out too. It clangs against his shield, shaking him where he kneels, and then retreats to its orbit around the monster. There are about a dozen of these smaller rocks at its command, and a single hit to the head could probably take any one of the heroes temporarily out of the fight.

“We’ll never get near the main eye this way,” Vio tells the others, who also kneel behind their shields. He would judge their poor show of heroism, if he wasn’t also doing the same exact thing. 

“Everyone grab a weapon,” Green commands, inching backwards towards the toy box. He pulls out a bright yellow boomerang.“Start with the smaller eyeballs!”

“But they’re just toys,” Blue says, grimacing at the box’s contents. 

Vio is quick to grab the bow and arrows, giving the string an experimental twang. “I’ll take this one,” he announces with a grin. He likes the idea of himself as an archer—Link hadn’t been skilled with a bow, which makes Vio all the more interested in proving himself superior. 

“Oh, I see!” Red exclaims, reaching into the box. He withdraws a slingshot. “Dibs on this!”

Blue shoves him aside and begins rifling through the remaining items. He finds an insect net, some flippers for swimming, and then finally… 

“This’ll do nicely,” he says, raising a gigantic mallet in the air. Vio narrows his eyes at the comparatively small toy box, wondering how the hell the hammer could have fit in the first place. 

His thoughts are interrupted by another volley of flying rocks. 

“Let’s get ‘em,” Green tells the group, throwing his boomerang at the orbiting stones. It targets each of them in an arc, locked onto their precise locations. A hit from the boomerang seems to stun each projectile, keeping it still enough to—

Green slices his Four Sword through one of the tiny rocks. His sword’s blade glows as the two halves drop to the ground. 

Force energy, Vio thinks. Green seems to realize much the same, and begins slashing at several more stunned rocks. Vio has to hand it to him—in this kind of environment, Green really does thrive. Between his stunning-and-slashing and Red’s slingshot volleys, the orbiting rocks don’t stand a chance.

The big eye appears to be reaching the same conclusion, darting frantically between the heroes surrounding it. 

“There’s nowhere left to hide!” Blue taunts, already raising his mallet. The eye begins to tremble—surely not from fear? 

It bursts into gushing tears. While Vio, Blue, and Green are able to sidestep the flood of murky liquid, Red slumps right beneath its torrential downpour. 

“I m-made all those little r-rocks,” the monster sobs, “and now they’re gone!” 

Red sniffs, his hat acting as a sort of umbrella. The rocky tears pool at his feet. “Really?” he asks the creature trying to kill him. “That’s so sad… now you’re making me cry!” 

Vio puts his face in his palm. 

“Huh?” Red gasps “The tears!” Vio watches as the rocky water solidifies around his feet, essentially rooting him where he stands. “They’ve dried like cement!” 

The monster laughs, and rears itself for an attack. “I’ll crush you, hero!” 

It doesn’t get the chance. Vio jumps in front of Red and unleashes an impressive hail of arrows upon the eyeball’s soft flesh. It’s almost like he moves in slow motion, perfectly focused in a way he hardly ever is. There’s just Vio, the target, and his weapon. He has one goal, and he possesses the skill to succeed. 

Take that, Link, Vio finds himself thinking. I’ll do this my way. 

Maybe he might enjoy being a hero, after all. 

“Ow!” the monster actually cries, its eyelids swollen shut. The arrows poke out between them, like really bad artificial lashes. “I can’t see!”

In its confusion, it slams itself down on the same cemented substance keeping Red in place. “I’m free!” Red cheers, as Blue lifts his hammer above his head.

“Look out!” he warns the others, launching himself into the air. “Coming through!”

Vio watches in awe as Blue slams the hammer down onto the stone monster, splitting it right in half. 

And just like that, the monster is slain. They did it, together. 

“Look,” Green says, holding out his hands. “It’s raining force crystals!”

Vio glances up at the eclipsed sky. Well, what do you know. As the others fight over the tinier shards of force, Vio watches carefully for a larger crystal. Just as snowflakes vary in size and shape, these seem to come in varying degrees of power.

He spots his target and catches it effortlessly. 

“Shut up, I fought too!” 

“Guys, can’t we all just share—” 

Behind Vio’s back, someone is definitely punching someone else. He just smirks and studies the giant force gem in his hand. 

“Hey, give it back!”

“Do you wanna die next?” 

What an ugly display. 

Vio smirks and shakes his head, more than satisfied with his own prize. 

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Shadow regains consciousness just as the eclipse ends. He grimaces as he gets to his feet, his hand reaching for the welt on his forehead. The shot of soreness at mere contact with the injury makes him hiss. 

The town square is back to normal. The sun shines brightly in the sky. Rock dust formerly known as Stone Arrghus litters the ground. What a fool, Shadow thinks of the creature. Not a very touching remembrance, he knows, but the stony bastard did try to outrank him. 

And the heroes… they must be alive, if Stone Arrghus has fallen. Even in its most powerful state, brought on by the solar eclipse bridging the dark and light worlds, the monster had been no match for its opponents. Shadow is almost grateful for the heroes’ swift defeat of his former servant—after all, he can’t have someone else succeeding where he himself has failed. 

Shadow Link retreats into the darkness from whence he came, slightly battered but not nearly beaten yet. 

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The Eastern Temple smells like sandalwood and fresh grass. Vio breathes in deep as Red, Blue, and Green hack away at the crystal containing the Yellow Maiden. The ethereal woman emerges with a bright smile, opening her arms to them all. 

“Link!” she exclaims, which Vio supposes is not an inaccurate thing to call them all. “You must have defeated the terrible monster, Stone Arrghus!”

Green steps forward. “Yes, we did. The Village of the Blue Maiden is now safe.” 

“Do you have a village, too?” Red asks the Yellow Maiden, eyes wide. Blue elbows him. “Sorry.”

She makes a weird face. Clearly it’s a sore subject. But then her eyes land on Green’s sword, and she’s all smiles again. 

“And the Four Sword shines as it did before,” the maiden observes. “But it’s still not powerful enough to defeat Shadow Link.” 

Vio smirks. Maybe a pebble would do the trick.

The Yellow Maiden extends her arms, revealing an object that does actually resemble a pebble. “Please,” she says, “take this Moon Pearl.” The glowing orb floats into Green’s hand (of course), its coloration milky-white with flashes of yellow and blue. “When struck by moonbeams, it opens a gate to the Dark World.” 

Oh, shit, Vio thinks. Now we’re getting somewhere.

“About that,” he says, as Blue rolls his eyes. “When the village was overtaken by evil, and we fought Stone Arrghus… were we in the Dark World?” 

The Yellow Maiden eyes Vio curiously. “Yes, Link, I suppose you were.” 

“It’s Vio.” 

“Why didn’t you say something sooner?” Green asks Vio, clutching the Moon Pearl in his hand. 

Vio shrugs. “It was just a theory.” He turns back to the Yellow Maiden. “You suppose?”

“You were not fully transported to the Dark World—that would only be possible through a very powerful gateway. At most times, even the Moon Pearl is unable to sustain a connection strong enough to transport a person between the worlds.”

“But it blurs them together,” Vio guesses, remembering the way the town square seemed to fluctuate before his eyes. “It messes with the realities, making it easier for us to comprehend dark forces.” 

“And kick their asses,” adds Blue. 

“Also that.” 

“But we didn’t have the Moon Pearl when we fought Stone Arrghus,” Red says. “How were we able to beat him, then?” 

It’s a good question. Vio tries to answer it for himself. He retraces his steps, placing himself back inside the room with Red and Blue. He’d been writing in his journal about… something… and then there was a rock, and Blue went to heckle Green because he was talking to Erune… but that was all normal. That’s not what made things weird. Things only got really weird when— 

“The eclipse,” Vio realizes aloud. He looks to the Yellow Maiden for confirmation. “It has something to do with the eclipse.” 

She nods. Vio feels smug. 

“During certain solar and lunar events,” the Yellow Maiden explains, “the dark and light worlds blur together. Non-native creatives reach full power, and denizens of both realms can more clearly perceive each other.” 

Vio glances at the Moon Pearl. “And that thing produces the same effect on command, in any conditions.” 

“Exactly, young hero.” 

He sours at the name, but at least she didn’t call him ‘Link again. And actually, you know what—Vio is a hero! He shot that monster in the eyeball, and it was fun!

Blue looks from the pearl in Green’s hand, to the maiden, and then back to the pearl. “Okay, fine, I guess that makes sense.” 

They turns to leave, but Blue isn’t quite finished speaking. “But, like… why does he get it?” 

Vio rolls his eyes. 

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Vio finds Red, Blue, and Green outside of the tavern with Erune. After their visit to the Eastern Temple with Stone Arrghus, the heroes had been finally free to enjoy some well-earned sleep. Now, at the break of dawn, they’re just about ready to hit the road again. 

Just about. 

“Has anyone seen my journal?” Vio interrogates the group. “I’ve searched everywhere. It’s gone.” 

Green makes a placating gesture. “Calm down, Vio.” 

Vio grits his teeth, balling his hands into a fists. He is being calm, he’s just—

“Are you suggesting that one of us took it?” Blue asks, roiling his eyes. He’s probably trying to act all cool in front of Erune, that piece of—

“It’s okay, Vio,” Green says, taking him by the arm. “We can get you a new one.” 

Vio rips his arm away. “It was a journal,” he hisses. “You can’t just replace it.” 

And there are things in there I don’t want anyone to see. 

Green sighs. “Okay, Vio. I’m sorry.”

“Stop saying my name!” 

He doesn’t even know where that comes from. Doesn’t he want people to use his name? Green is only trying to help—albeit condescendingly—yet Vio still gives him hell. What is my problem?

“What was even in there,” Blue says, “to get you so riled up?” 

Vio turns to him sharply. Normally his words are quick and clever, but for some reason he feels a need to be cautious around the subject. He has experienced many sensations, since becoming himself—but this kind of shame is something entirely new. 

It was stupid of him, to put anything in writing. His thorough investigations and reflections, things that make him feel vulnerable and raw. Now, they’re just… out there. Somewhere. And he can’t even explain himself, or the things he wrote, and Hylia knows what someone would make of the hero—

“I’m sorry,” Erune tells Vio, glancing up at the room above the tavern. “I keep a diary, too. It would make me very sad to lose it.” 

Vio can’t bring himself to dislike her. He may not be smitten like the others, but he admires her persistence and desire to help the children of her town. It’s his gut impulse to diminish anyone who makes him feel unsure of himself—but just like Red, Erune is simply too earnest to deserve his ire. 

Whatever frustrations Erune represents to Vio, aren’t her fault at all. 

“It’s fine,” he mutters, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’ll get a new one.” 

He’ll work through… all of that… as soon as he can put pen to paper again. He’ll figure out his problem. There has to be an answer, and Vio is confident that it lies somewhere within himself. 

He just has to know where to look. 

“Heroes!” calls a new voice from within the tavern. A man, about Arcy’s age, bursts onto the front porch. For one fleeting second Vio thinks he might be holding his journal—but it’s just a box of baked goods. 

“For your travels,” the man says, handing the box over to Green. Then, he turns to Erune. “I hope you know that we’re very proud of you, my dear.” 

She blushes and looks slightly away. “Dad…” 

Something happens in Vio’s heart. Would the Captain even like him, knowing that he’s one of four strangers who replaced his beloved son? 

He shakes his head. Save it for the journal. 

“He’s right,” Vio tells Erune with a smile. “Without your determination to find the true cause of the children’s disappearance, I’m pretty sure everyone would still be trying to break down the knights’ door. You saw past their panic and figured things out for yourself.”

“But I didn’t do anything,” Erune protests. “I just got myself turned into a… well, you saw.” 

“Of course you did stuff!” Red exclaims. “You gave us really important information, even though you were nervous to share it. And you showed us hospitality. Thank you.”

Before Erune or her father can respond, another man bursts onto the porch. He wears an apron covered with various food stains, suggesting to Vio that he must work at the tavern. “I found this,” he says, revealing another object—not Vio’s journal, damn it—from behind his back. 

“Rosie!” Erune exclaims, running over to claim the doll. She kisses its forehead and holds it close to her chest. “Where did you find her?” 

“Behind the tavern,” the man says. “She was resting against a tree. She says she missed you.” 

Vio finds it sweet that he brought the doll to his boss’s daughter. That’s definitely not in his job description. 

“Thought you were too old for such childish things,” Green teases Erune, kind-heartedly.

“Nope!” the young woman chirps with a smile. “And we both are very grateful for your help.” 

She doesn’t seem to be referring to all the heroes. There’s something more to it, Vio thinks, something he isn’t quite catching—but Green appears to understand well enough. He smiles back, a bit of blush spreading onto his cheeks. 

It’s happening again, Vio realizes, as he watches the fond interaction between them. Just like before in the tavern, and when he was talking to Red and Blue… there is just something that Vio doesn’t get, that everybody else somehow naturally does. He can still be a hero without it (which is all he’s been made to do anyway), and he does admittedly tend to overthink, but still— 

“Good find, love,” Erune’s father tells the other man. And then he kisses him on the mouth. 

Vio’s jaw drops. 

Red gasps. “Erune, is that your other dad?” Erune nods, and Red beams. “Hi, Erune’s other dad!” 

Vio desperately searches his memory—Link’s memory, whatever—to try and connect the dots. He remembers two knights in a supply closet, deeply annoyed with Link as he attempted to retrieve a mop. They had been kissing, too. Link hadn’t thought anything of it at the time, but right now Vio… Vio thinks quite a lot of it, actually. 

And then he realizes that he doesn’t have to think at all, because this just makes sense.

Something inside of Vio, in this moment, seems to just fall into place. But it can’t possibly be that easy, right? It doesn’t solve everything inside him, not even close—he’s still missing his journal, and unsure where he belongs, and there is of course the matter of what happens when he outlives his heroic purpose… but this. This, at least, is a start. 

“It’s nice to meet you both,” Vio tells Erune’s dads, standing with better posture than before. Normally he doesn’t care what people think of him, but right now he feels a sudden and irrepressible urge to be understood. 

“Thank you for protecting our daughter,” one of the men tells Vio, reaching for his husband’s hand like it’s a reflex. Vio’s eyes linger on the gesture for perhaps a second too long, and then he looks away. 

“Yes, thank you!” calls another voice from behind Vio. And then there are several more voices, expressing their appreciation. Vio… could get used to this part of heroism. 

Townspeople crowd the main square in droves, eager to see the heroes off on their travels now that they’ve left the inn. Vio watches as the adults of the town keep their children close, visibly shaken by recent events. The children, meanwhile, just smile at Vio, Green, Blue, and Red. Vio wonders if they even remember what happened at all. If he had no concern for social niceties, as opposed to the minimal concern he normally has, he’d probably just ask. 

Erune smiles back at the children and then turns to the other heroes. “I’m glad you visited our village. It was very nice to meet you all.”

“Us too!” chirps Red. 

Blue rubs the back of his neck, trying to be aloof. “I guess it was nice,” he tells Erune, and Vio has to hold back a smirk.

“Thank you for your help,” Vio tells Erune. He extends his hand for a shake. She seems a little bewildered by the gesture, but happily obliges. 

“Oh! And please,” Erune tells the four heroes, “do try to get along. It’s dangerous out there, and you need to look after each other. If I’ve learned something from the past twenty-four hours, it’s that the world is a much scarier place than I ever could have imagined.”

Vio’s smile falters at that. Is Erune, like… okay? 

“We always get along!” Red lies, before Vio can weigh the merits of asking. 

And then Erune’s eyes fall on Green. He steps closer to her, extending a hand—but it’s not exactly professional, like Vio’s had been. It’s more familiar, more natural. Just like Erune’s dads. 

“Looks like this is goodbye,” he tells her, and his words make Vio’s feel… something. Green seems to fully accept the nature of his existence, which includes the inevitability of his own dissolution. That statement, coming from him, carries a surprising amount of darkness—in all likelihood, this really is goodbye. Not just for Green, either, but for them all. 

Vio shakes his head. Save it for the journal. 

“Link,” Erune calls Green, and he doesn’t disagree. 

Save. It. For. The. Journal.

“Yes, Erune?”

She looks away shyly, and then plants a chaste kiss on Green’s cheek. “Safe travels.” 

When she pulls away, Green wears the strangest expression. He blushes and smiles, but there’s something in his eyes… it almost looks like guilt. And Vio supposes that would make sense, if Green views himself as a mere copy of Link—Erune isn’t Zelda, after all. 

Maybe Green should get himself a journal, too. 

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The four heroes travel in contented silence as they exit the Eastern region. The weather today is lovely—not too hot, not too cold, with the perfect amount of clouds in the sky—and even though his journal is probably gone forever, Vio can’t bring himself to feel totally rotten. 

And maybe… he doesn’t need to be so evasive about its contents. 

His mind wanders to his conversation with Red and Blue in their room above the tavern. He’d been so hostile towards them, when they spoke about their feelings for Zelda. At the time he couldn’t even imagine why, other than his usual overall sense of contempt, but now… 

“Hey, guys?” Vio hears himself say, his heart pounding in his ears. 

Green stops in his tracks. “Yes, Vio?” 

“I don’t think I like Zelda, in the way Link liked Zelda.” 

Now Red and Blue have stopped walking too. 

“Oh!” Red exclaims, his eyes wide and sympathetic. “That’s sad. Is there anything we can do to help?”

Vio shakes his head. “That’s not what I mean. And it’s not important, not really—“ 

“Does it have something to do with your journal?” Blue groans, his typical bluntness earning Green’s measured disapproval. 

Vio defaults to Red as his primarily point of contact. Red is the kindest of them all, even if he’s a little… simple. If Vio has to make himself vulnerable to someone, it makes the most sense to focus on him. 

“I think I’m like Erune’s dads,” he tells Red, and by extension the rest of the group. “If that makes sense.”

Blue raises an eyebrow. “You want to own a tavern? Sorry, man, but we’re on a mission here.”

Vio pinches the bridge of his nose. “No, that’s not what I—what I mean to say is… the way Link felt about Zelda, and you guys acted around Erune… I’m like that too. Or at least I suspect that I could be, except for me, it’s… different. I don’t think I feel that way about girls.”

Vio watches as Red’s brain works overtime. “But if you don’t feel that way about girls, that means you…” 

Vio nods. “Just like Erune’s dads.” 

The kitchen timer inside Red’s skull finally reaches 0:00. “Oh!” he repeats, this time with a smile. “That’s so sweet!” 

“But how would you even know?” Blue asks, furrowing his brow. “We’ve only been… ourselves… for like a month. And I’m pretty sure we would have noticed, if you were taking detours during our quest to flirt with boys in the woods.” 

Vio isn’t sure how to answer that, because it’s true—he hasn’t kissed a boy, or even met a boy he’s felt specifically drawn to during their travels. Which, to be fair, have been very insular and brief thus far. His most consistent male company has been his current company, and the idea of kissing any of these idiots makes him want to gag. 

But when Vio thinks of the way it made him feel to see Erune’s dads together, or to remember the knights in the closet, or to fluster slightly at the handsome vampire in his book… there’s definitely something happening there. 

“It’s just different,” Red had mused yesterday, “when it’s a boy and a girl, I guess.” 

And Blue had immediately agreed—“It’s only natural that he felt that way.” 

Vio has an idea. “Okay,” he says to Blue, “but have you flirted with any girls on our quest?” 

He scowls, blush flooding his cheeks. “Of course not, we’re on a quest.” 

Vio could easily argue that he has, given the Erune of it all, but that isn’t really the point. “Then how do you know you like them?” 

Blue flounders at that. “I,” he begins to say, but then stops. Vio finds himself smirking, just a little bit. I’m waiting…

He doesn’t have to wait for long. Visibly resigned to his own confusion, Blue meets Vio’s eyes again. “I just do.” 

“Well, so do I,” Vio shrugs. “But about guys instead. Admittedly, I won’t know for sure unless…” his voice tapers off. Unless what?

That, at least, seems to strike a chord with Blue. Maybe he’s more aware of their situation than Vio gave him credit for. “I get it,” Blue tells him. “Not sure why you were so worried about anyone finding out, but it’s cool. Makes sense. Just about as much as the rest of it, anyway.”

“Thanks.” 

“And now that you’ve spoken your truth or whatever, will you stop being such a smug asshole all the time?” 

“Probably not,” Vio admits. “Especially if you’re still going to be a brutish oaf.” 

“Fair enough, I guess,” Blue says, and Vio recognizes it for the acceptance that it is. 

“But I’m still confused,” says Green, scrutinizing Vio like a particularly difficult dungeon puzzle. “Link didn’t like guys.” 

“And we’re not Link,” Vio replies, crossing his arms over his chest. “Funny how that works, huh?” 

Green isn’t laughing.

“Let’s go,” Blue tells them both, glancing further down the path. “We should hit the next town by nightfall.” 

“Great,” Vio and Green say in unison. They regard each other for a moment, and then they look away. 

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A little further down the path, Red falls back from the others to walk with Vio instead.

“Hi,” Red says in greeting, using a quieter voice than usual. 

Vio gives him a lazy wave. “Hey.”

I think it’s really cool that you know that about yourself. It must have been scary to tell us, with the way Blue and I were talking before.”

“Yeah, well,” Vio shrugs. “Triforce of courage, and all.” 

“Still,” Red insists, meeting his eyes. “I’m sorry that we assumed.”

Vio smiles in a way that he hopes is reassuring. “It’s really okay, Red. You couldn’t have known. I didn’t even know.”

I still don’t know for sure—and if we continue on our quest, I probably never will. 

“And I just wanted to say,” Red continues, even quieter now, “that, well, me too.”

Vio raises an eyebrow. “Really?” 

“Well, kinda. I think I like everyone, not only girls. But I didn’t really notice it, until you shared your thing. So thanks!”

Vio doesn’t know how to respond to that. “You’re welcome?”

His answer seems to satisfy Red just fine, at least for a second. But then he sighs. “You know,” Red says, his volume just above a whisper. “I’m glad that we’re not Link.” He then immediately winces at his own words. “I mean… well. I’m not sure what I mean.”

“That’s okay,” says Vio. 

Red glances at Green, farther up the path with Blue. “Don’t tell the others I said that last part.” 

Vio regards his friend in a slightly new light. “I’m glad we’re not Link too,” he tells him, and means it. “Now let’s go catch up with the group.” 

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Shadow wonders how Vaati even writes emails without hands. 

“Stupid windbag,” he mutters, setting his work-issued laptop aside. He crosses his arms over his chest as he leans against a hard stone wall. 

His bedroom in the Tower of Winds is not nearly as glamorous as what he’s seen of Hyrule Castle—but it has walls, a floor, his laptop, and the Dark Mirror. There isn’t much else Shadow actually needs to exist. He’s been created for a very specific purpose, after all. 

One he is currently fumbling spectacularly, apparently, according to his direct supervisor. Vaati had made to sure to end his berating email with a not-so-implicit threat: if Shadow cannot manage to be more present and dedicated to the cause, he will tell Ganon what happened with Stone Arrghus. 

Shadow doesn’t even know what that would mean for him. Would Ganon destroy and replace him, or would he simply punish him for his failure? Either way, he does not intend to find out.

There is another item in his room, newly acquired, that Shadow picks up now. A leather journal, looted from the heroes’ bedroom while they were asleep. Shadow had retreated into the darkness after the eclipse for his own safety, but he’d still been able to return in the darkness of night. 

He supposes he could have hurt the heroes while they were in such vulnerable positions, or try to steal the swords they kept at their bedsides, but he didn’t want to risk alerting them all by waking just one. Even in the darkness, he knows he wouldn’t stand a chance against the four heroes as a team. And honestly, he’d already embarrassed himself enough for one day. 

Shadow sighs as he runs a finger down the journal’s spine. It belongs (belonged) to the purple hero, the one the leader had called ‘unheroic.’ Shadow opens it to the first page and scans a few lines, chuckling at the its owner’s handwriting. The messy scrawl suggests that the purple hero thinks faster than he can physically write. If Shadow didn’t hate him so much, he’d almost find it endearing. 

As Shadow subjects himself to the purple hero’s maladjusted musings, he begins to realize what a powerful weapon this book could be in his hands. Violet Link has recorded everything here—his own weaknesses, gripes with his teammates, their travel plans, even the exact way they power up their swords. There’s some personal nonsense too, but Shadow mostly just brushes over it. Although he does pay close attention to the few times the hero mentions his enemy, the Shadow Link. 

With this much free intel, Shadow can almost forgive the purple hero for calling him a “smarmy self-aggrandizing bastard,” and a “floor-crawling cretin,” and a “raucous magpie,” and—perhaps even most insultingly of all—a “thespian catastrophe.” He’ll show this sour grape that his evil is anything but a performance. The only catastrophe this hero will witness is his own tragic defeat. 

What is my problem?, Violet Link had asked himself on the journal’s most recent page. Such a sad place for the story to end—for him, anyway. Shadow is having a great time. 

He places down the journal and rises to his feet. In front of the Dark Mirror, he frowns at the small welt on his forehead from Arrghus’s well-aimed projectile. 

Shadow Link closes his eyes and pictures the purple hero. When he opens them, he sees Violet Link, and not himself, in the mirror.

“You have no idea,” he tells his reflection, “how spectacularly you’ve failed.” 

Shadow leans down and grabs the journal, displaying it to his mirror image like a prize. “What’s your problem?” he asks Violet Link with a chuckle. “I’ll show you your problem.” 

He restores his own image, wielding the journal of secrets with a devious grin. The welt on his forehead has disappeared completely. 

“Sour grape,” he repeats, tasting the insult on his tongue. Violet Link wishes he was half as clever as his Shadow. 

[yejisid]

All along- Lia Choi x reader(high school Au)

Summary: Y/n and Lia hate each other, but y/n ends up protecting her from her abusive boyfriend. High school alternate universe.

Au: I haven’t written in forever, and I felt like this was too long. Please give me tips any feedback would be appreciated!

Tws: swearing, abusive relationship

“Heads up!” Your friend shouted towards Lia and Yeji as the ball flew over their heads.

“Can’t you play somewhere else!” Lia and Yeji both yelled in unison, you smiled to yourself noticing Lia’s pout. How could she look so beautiful.

“Of coursee…..not.” Your friends snickered. You shot them a nasty look, turning back to Lia and yeti and apologising. “I’m so sorry, we’ll go somewhere else.” Deep down, you were smitten for the girl who was scolding you. You thought you were slick, trying to hide the years of love you had for her, but it seems like your friends...and pretty much everyone else including Lia realised, you were just simply blinded by love to realise. You two had practically watched each other grow. From elementary to high school, you both shared a love and hate dynamic.

What you also failed to realise, was that Lia loved you just as much as you loved her. Each day, she would patiently wait and sit under the tree, with her friends, and watch you play basketball with your team.

“Babe, what are you looking at.” Lia’s boyfriend came in between her and Lia making yeji get up and walk away. Oh Justin, everyone hated Justin. Not only was he the world biggest bitch, but he was abusive towards Lia( both mentally and physically). There were a few times where she would come into school with bruises on her hand, or face. You despised Justin. “Nothing.” She whispered making you snap your attention back onto the game.

You and Lia say next to each other the following period, English. You pretended you didn’t want to of course, putting up a front to your class and teacher, but deep down you were so excited. “Oh relax y/n, I’m not happy about this either.” She rolled her eyes at your antics.

“Yeah yeah, whatever, move over.” You couldn’t help but stare at her as time went on, she’s so beautiful.

You noticed her jaw was slightly bruised, “What happened?” You lightly brushed past it with your finger. “Why do you care?” She suddenly snapped at you, shouting in a whisper making the whole class look over. “Sorry.” You muttered bluntly. Lia started to think, slowly bringing her head back up and placing her hand onto yours. “ I’m sorry, I know you meant well, “You meet her eyes, trying not to freak out in a gay panic.

“Okay everybody, listen up! I Have given you all a new project for this class, and before anyone asks….” The teacher shot you a glare, “ yes it is compulsory and counts to your final grade.” For the first time in her life, Lia looked over towards you smiling, “I know we both have a reputation of hating each other- but I’m glad to be working with you.” You couldn’t believe what your ears were hearing yet your body naturally returned the smile back.

“Here’s my number, Text me whenever you’re free to work on it.” You put in your details when you noticed your friends were looking at you, prouder than ever. “About time. She’s been wanting it for forever!” Your best friend blurted out to your friend group making Lia giggle. “You wanted my number? You could have just asked me.” You nervously played with your fingers trying to explain your friend’s comment away. “ I mean….like…. I didn’t want to ruin the whole enemies thing.” You finally managed to stutter out.

“I’ll see you around y/n.” Lia walked out the class and towards her group of friends. “Since when do you talk to her?” Ryujin laughed. “Yeah, we must be dreaming!” Yuna added on.

“Calm down guys! She’s a nice girl!” Lia defended you. “I heard she’s crazy,” Chaeryeong spoke up making everyone laugh.

Each hour you waited anxiously for Lia’s text, until the next day during your free period, you finally received it.

Hey, free in an hour? :) You knew that even if you weren’t free, you’d certainly make yourself available. Of course, Lia couldn’t know that.

One sec, checking my schedule you gagged at your reply but it was too late, you sent it.

I’m sure your basketball or whatever else you have on in your life can wait..

Just checked, I’m free. Where are we meeting?

The library. Don’t bring your idiot friends. You rolled your eyes and got ready.

You checked your time, making sure you weren’t late. 5 minutes early, great.

“Why’d you get here so early?” You stared at Lia, dumbfounded. “Because you told me not to be late?” You raised your eyebrow.

“Yes , but I never told you to be early either.” Lia alwaysss had to get in the last word. You both walked into the library and found a seat. You noticed everyone’s eyes shifting towards you both, no one would’ve ever dreamed to see you two walking together.

At first, all you two talked about was the project, (Who would do what and your roles etc) but the constant ringing of Lia’s phone shifted the conversation onto her and Justin. “For fuck sake Lia, just put it on silent!” You finally snapped after hearing her ringtone for the 20th time. That was no exaggeration, he deadass would call her over and over again until she answered. “Im sorry!” She snapped back, visibly upset. You sighed, trying to make her comfortable enough to finally talk about it.

“I always wondered why a girl like YOU would be with someone like HIM.” You made sure to emphasis your point.

“Girl like me? Y/n, you don’t even know me. Im no better than the rest of the girls in our shitty high school that’s in our shitty town.” Her reply made you think, because you knew that was wrong but how would you get her to understand that.

“You’re special Lia, and maybe you think I don’t know you but I’ve been observing you since elementary school.” You could not believe you just admitted that to her.

“Okay first of all, don’t say the word “observing” again you stalker. Second of all, that’s really sweet y/n. To tell you a secret, I never hated you I just loved the rivalry we shared.” You were relieved to hear that she never actually hated you, because apart of you thought she did. But she was right( you hated to admit she was right), the academic rivalry was fun and gave you both a reason to push yourselves to the max.

“Can I ask something? Feel free to not answer.” Lia nodded and smiled, wondering what you were going to ask. “Why are you with him?” She sighed, not knowing the answer to that herself. She knew her true feelings didn’t lie with Justin, but the girl sitting right in front of her asking the question. But it all seemed too frightening for her: the idea of coming out, showing her true self in a town full of fake people changing themselves to cater to others.

“Who else would want to be with me?” Lia questioned back, tears forming into her eyes. She felt that no one would love her truly for herself, but at least Justin could pretend and make her feel like she’s loved, even for a second. Your jaw dropped at her reply and it sent you over the edge. “Lia you’re fucking perfect, what do you even mean? You’re smart , kind, caring, funny, and fuck you’re drop dead gorgeous,” She blushed. “Don’t let anyone make you feel otherwise.” And this is why Lia thought about you every night , every day, every second. Because she knew that you loved her no matter what.

Lia’s silence after what you said made you panic, so you checked the time and made an excuse to leave, “I’m sorry. I should go to my next class. I’ll see you after school?” You packed everything.

“Y/n wait!” Lia’s voice stopped you in your tracks. “Thank you.” Is all the girl could come up with to say, but you still knew she meant well.

The last class of the day, history. You made your way over to the back of the class, where you and your friends usually sit. “Having fun with Lia?” Your friends laughed at your best friend’s question. “Very funny, f/n, I’m laughing so hard right now.” You replied back with a straight face.

“Get off of me!” You heard someone scream. Your class ran to the hallway, you just rolled your eyes and went back to your work not bothered to get up and check out what was happening. “Um y/n.” Your friend had worry in their eyes. “You should come see this.”

“Get off of me no!” Lia was being dragged by Justin, hit everytime she fought back. Why the fuck was no one stopping him? “She said get off!” You screamed pushing past your class and grabbing Lia’s other arm. Justin laughed in your face, “So the lesbian is protecting you now?”

“Is that the only thing you can think of dumb ass?” His “insult” made you laugh. “Just let go of her.”

“Or what?” Justin lets go and corners you. Lia shot you a helpless look, begging you to not do this. But you had to, because you knew that if you didn’t, he wouldn’t leave Lia alone. Fuck it, you thought to yourself and swung the first punch.

“OH SHIT!” Your friends screamed and started recording. “WORLDSTARRR!”

“You’re going to regret doing that.” Justin smirked before throwing another punch at you.

“Guys come on!” Lia came in between you both, but got pushed by Justin which made you even more mad.

The next thing you know, you both were a bloody mess, teachers separating you both and trying to call your parents.

Lia anxiously tried to find you, but it was too late. She noticed your parents screaming at you and dragging you into the car. “Oh my god Lia! I just heard what happened! Are you okay?” Yeji snapped Lia out of her thoughts, practically running towards her. And in that moment, realisation hit her and denial left her body. In that moment, she realised she hasn’t been okay for years.

After Lia finally told her friends her true feelings, they encouraged her to talk to you. “But seriously Lia, this isn’t a texting situation.” Yuna tried to convinced her to go to your house. “That’s true, you need to talk to her face to face.” Yeji added on. After a lot of convincing, she managed to get your address from your friends. But of course, your friends didn’t want to warn you. And instead, when Lia was only 2 minutes away, texting you saying : “Surprise! Lia’s coming over. Don’t have too much fun :)” fuck, fuck, fuck.

Before you could even freshen up or change out of your comfy clothes, Lia was knocking on the door. “Oh, hey?” You tried to act as shocked as you can. “Hey y/n, can we talk?” Lia almost broke down crying at the sight of your broken arm and black eye.

“Yeah sure, come on in.” You led her to your room. She looked around slowly, like a kid in a candy shop. She finally got to see the thoughts in your head, and who you truly were. You tried to break the silence,” so… how are you?”

“Y/n. I have loved you ever since we were kids.” You looked around, trying to figure out if she placed any hidden cameras. This must be a joke?

“Sorry?” You practically choked.

“I’m in love with you.” She repeated it, this time more confidently. Silence grew as you weren’t sure how to react to the fact that the girl you love actually loved you back. “I should go now!” She practically flew out of the room and to the front door.

“LIA WAIT!” You screamed from the window. “I’ve been in love with you since ‘I hated you’!” Lia looked up, practically giggling and skipping around. She blew you a kiss, before walking away. 10 minutes later, you got a text:

It felt good to finally say it out loud. I love you y/n. I’ll start saying it more often ;) you smiled, not believing your dreams have finally became true.

I love you Lia. I love you so much I hate you.

[zeroseuniverse]

Every Slytherin

wc: 1.2K warnings: none pairing: jungwon x reader

The room was frozen, everyone watching with a bated breath as they took in the scene before them. Tonight was supposed to be the most memorable night of the year, everybody was dressed in their finest gowns and suits, looking their best. Well, except for her… She was clad in the prettiest dress in the whole ball, only it was now covered in butter beer, courtesy of Ni-ki who was now cowering behind Jungwon. It was almost comedic seeing the young giant trying to hide behind the shortest member of his group. Jungwon stood with a grimace as he watched his chances with the girl disappear into thin air, he was hoping to confess his feelings towards her. As she opened her mouth Jungwon was expecting the worst, after all, her dress was ruined and all the witches and wizards had their attention on them. 

This had all started because of Ni-ki, no not the spilling of the drink but the ball. He had spent too long inside the archives one day and sprung the idea of reigniting the balls that Hogwarts used to throw so often. Coming to the group one day at lunch excitedly boasting about his idea and all of the ideas he could throw together. He was convinced that this would be the best night of the year. 

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“Guys! Guys!” The 6 seated heard their youngest shouting across the cafeteria, since the war the school had been trying to integrate bonds between all the houses rather than building the school based off of rivalry. 

“Oh Please, Riki, I cannot handle another detention in your place.” Jake said exasperated, looking up at their maknae with tired eyes.

“What no, I didn't do anything this time, do you really think so low of me?’

“Yes.” The 6 answered in unison, before a couple moved to high five each other. 

“Whatever, I found an old yearbook in the library and back then they had these huge balls thrown in the great hall” he exclaimed excitedly, however the others were dumbfounded. 

“So what about it?” Jay didn’t understand why this was of importance right now, all he cared about was his meal that waited to be eaten. 

“We should throw a ball!”

The group of 6 seated froze for a moment, they shared a quick look before bursting out into laughter. “No offense Riki but that has to be the stupidest idea you’ve had in a long time, how could we possibly manage that?” Sunoo cackled, he wasn’t wrong the 7 were in short losers. It wasn’t like they wanted to be popular though, they could’ve easily become the most popular group if they chose to open up to the school but they kept to themselves happily not trusting many. Except one…in Riki’s case at least.

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The sound of laughter broke Jungwon from his thoughts, such a beautiful laugh that he couldn’t have been more happy to hear after the tension had appeared. His head snapped to his right, turning to face the ice princess of the school with wide eyes wondering if she had lost her mind all of a sudden, why was she laughing after just being drenched in butter beer publicly? 

“Oh I am so getting you in trouble for ruining the dress mom made me Riki!” She giggled, moving to grab a napkin Sunoo had rushed to grab for her and began patting down the wet patches.

“Wait no please don’t tell mom I’ll do anything!” Niki screeched, jumping from around Jungwon in a panic rushing to grab more napkins and begin trying to fix his mess. 

“Mom?” Sunghoon, Jake, and Jay asked together tilting their heads in confusion at the same time. 

“You never told your friends that we were siblings?” She wondered looking up at her little brother in amusement.

“And have them all try to date you? No thanks.” 

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“I will help under the condition that Jungwon is my date.”

“What?!? Jungwon?!?!? Why not Sunghoon or even Heeseung?” Riki asked knowing of both her crush on the boy and his crush on his sister, more like obsession with his fellow prefect. Jungwon, despite being a Hufflepuff, was beyond obsessed with the prefect of Slytherin, reciprocated of course but he didn’t need to know that.

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It took a few more negotiations to get Riki to agree to talk to Jungwon for her but finally it was done, and here they were the duo had gotten unbelievably closer throughout the planning process of the ball, having used any chance to partner up and get to know each other better, despite Riki’s protests. Sunoo has been a big help in making sure the two had time alone together by dragging her brother to do other tasks even as he kicked and screeched. 

“So… How’d you manage to make all of this happen so seamlessly?” Jungwon wondered, kicking his shoe tip at a rock as he walked her back to the Slytherin Dungeon.

“Hmm, with your help of course.” She answered coyly, running a hand through her hair to begin pulling out all of the pins that were beginning to cause a headache. 

Noticing the reluctance to answer he instead switched to a different route, “Why me? You could have any guy or girl in the school?” He wondered, twiddling his thumbs to relinquish some of his nerves. He wasn’t wrong, she was top of her class, most beautiful in the school and excelled in a lot of extracurriculars so why did she choose one of the biggest losers in the school to be her date to the biggest night of the year. 

“I like you, is that so hard to believe?”

“Yes.”

“Well believe it. I’ve noticed you many times throughout the years, the first year you pranked the professor because he made Sunoo upset in front of the whole class. Second year you cast a spell on Riki to turn him into a mouse because he was too hyper that day, very thankful for that by the way, quietest day ever. Third Year you tripped Yunho after he made me uncomfortable. Yes I knew it was on purpose I saw your cute little smirk. And Fourth year is when I really fell for you, you fiercely protected Riki from his bullies despite them bullying you too. You have heart Jugwon, and I happen to have really liked you for a really long time.” She rambled, not noticing the boy frozen behind her as she continued to walk ahead. When she shivered from the lack of body heat she snapped her head to the side trying to find the boy, and when she turned around she spotted the boy 5 feet away, almost trembling with emotion. He had been seen. He’d been noticed for years and he never knew.

“Won?” She questioned, looking at him worriedly almost flinching when  his head snapped up at the sound of her voice and he made quick pace to meet her, gently grabbing her wrist and bringing it up to his jaw, turning his head to press a kiss at her pulse point before looking up at her with pleading eyes since she is currently wearing heels. 

“If you mean that, Prove it.” He begged, lips pursing into a slight pout as he tried not to let the overwhelming emotions drive him insane.

And as her lips collided with his, he felt like it was his first breath of fresh air after years in a dusty room. 

“Be my Hufflepuff,” She asked after pulling away despite his chasing lips.

“Who am I to deny a Slytherin the perfect Hufflepuff for her.”

beta read by: @adorawritesalot and also written with @explorewithd's help

[sadceline]

THE ENHYPEN HOST || 4

|| Reverse harem || ft. TXT, Mingyu (Seventeen) & BTS

WARNINGS: foul language, explicit content, group sex, humiliation, sex in public, threesome, foursoome, rough sex, red flags, immoral acts, unprotected sex, morbid jealousy, comedy, parody, possessiveness, violent quarrels, arguments, betrayals, lies, femdom sometimes. GENTRE: +18, reverse harem, comedy, enemy to lovers, friends to lovers

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FIRST CHAPTER:

When I returned to the room (and it is still strange to me) I found Jay sleeping blissfully. I didn't wake him up, but watching his absorbed expression I had my doubts he would have noticed me anyway if I had tried.

I didn't manage to get to sleep until six o'clock I think, when I heard him get up and make some noise, especially after he left the room, and I heard the others as well. Of course I could never sleep, despite I was so tired, I didn't even think about the fact that they will see me with my face caked with sleep, the repulsive me, from now on.

However, when I no longer hear them, I fall asleep in a second.

I wake up at 12 regenerated, the house is empty and silent. As I get myself settled, I call out to Ester.

"Oh god, oh god, who did you fuck?" She shouts.

I burst out laughing; it's the first thing she says to me. "Jay."

She screams even louder, I have to plug the phone speakers. "Bitch, him?!"

"Yes…. and is gigantic. Mastodontic."

She doesn't stop screaming, I wonder if she is in public or at home, considering she works in a korean advertising office. "Please, you have to invite me."

"Of course, I just have to find the right time. For now I think everyone hates me, those who don't hate me are scared or disgusted."

"Those who despise buy."

"You think so?" I giggle nervously.

"What envy… Jay, you damn bitch."

That's right, I hadn't thought of that. Since she's so crazy about Bangtan and hopelessly, sincerely, madly in love with Jongkook, I didn't calculate that she has bias in Enhypen anyway, and between the two is Jay. She shares a preference with a more obvious Jake, but she likes them both very much.

"What are they like?"

"I I don't know, they seem arrogant, more or less."

"Even Jay?"

"He … he's peculiar, I guess."

"In what way?!" He shouts again.

"I can't describe them to you yet…" I stall, undecided sincerely about what to say.

"Arrogant, huh? I didn't imagine anything different, but… like how did they take it? What did they say to you?"

"They were kind, more or less, except for Sunghoon. Oh, and I think Heeseung. I don't really understand him. Anyway, they could all be facades, I have that impression."

"You have to investigate."

"I must, you're right."

We laugh in unison, but in the meantime I think I should start with the cleaning today. I'll do four rooms, as planned, anyway I haven't even received warnings about what to touch or not to touch, but at least the bed I can do.

"So… exactly what do you do?"

"I guess scullery maid, however, the pay is worth the candle."

We laugh again.

Ester, however, has the 1 p.m. shift and still has to settle in, so we hang up with a promise to catch up soon. She tells me to contact her if anything happens, and it's like a warm breath her thoughtfulness makes me feel much less alone.

I'll start at Jay's, so I can get my things in better order as well, but mostly because I don't know whose other rooms are whose, I'll have to go blind, I wasn't sober enough to observe who was coming back where, yesterday.

Not that it changes anything, since I have to do them all, however having used the first round for acquaintances, three of them will be behind for the first five days, so maybe I should do them all.

It would make sense, I could gain some confidence, although I shouldn't yearn for anything like that.

Whatever, let's get on with it. I tie up my hair, put on a low-cut top, baggy shorts and socks to slide better on the hardwood floor, I have to be comfortable, the summer period has just begun and although it's not really hot, yet, the house is so hot.

Jongseong's room is strange, I can't say it's tidy but his closet is a hell swarming with expensive stuff. There is a kind of chaotic orderliness to it all, except for the closet, which was more harmonious before I made room, though.

I didn't bring a lot of things, so I manage to make good use of the generous space he offered to me. Now, the room looks a lot cooler, I moved the curtains and a lot of light comes in.

Let's go with the next one, let's see, I'll pick at random.

Hmm, it's a…normal room. There doesn't seem to be anything to do, everything is already in order. I don't indulge my curiosity in wanting to find out who it belongs to, partly because I also tried not to go through Jay's things, that would be inconsistent.

It is strange, though, why is it so anonymous? It is said that the environment where one lives reflects the soul, but the soul in question is not just neat, it is just ordinary, just looking around I can see that there is the bare minimum, not a photo, not a memento. Jay has several fan gifts, in the room, and he also has photos of his family, there is nothing here.

I go outside, that's okay, I won't go any further. I don't care, anyway. Seriously. I really mean it.

The room next door I recognize instead, and it's quite nice. Nicely furnished, even tidy all things considered, to the point where I just give it a quick tidy up to finish.

Around me are a few, not too many, but several Lego models. As I get closer to look at them I realize that these are some very rare pieces, not because I understand any of them, I knew someone who liked them very much, he showed them to me, something remained.

His order is pleasant, because is real. His various gadgets are arranged randomly, but there is something extremely elegant about the composition.

When I'm done with the third one which is Jake's room as I suspected but mostly because he has several, many photos of himself (not alone, but the ones in which he looked very good), one more to go, I realize it's already 3 p.m. (I took my time), maybe they won't be back for lunch? I don't even have their numbers yet, I guess, because I'm not sure I'll ever get them anyway.

Whatever, since I'm almost done, why not give myself a break? I'll untie my hair, turn on the TV, listen to some music - not theirs…right? Yes, that would be pathetic, so I'll put on someone I like musically almost as much as I do: TXT.

How cool, I find out they have all the subscriptions they can get, must be great to be rich, huh? Curious that I think that because of the amount of streaming services accessible and not because of the huge penthouse I'm in.

All right, the music is there, I've had the juice, I'll re-bind my hair. I'll also do the cooking, I'm feeling generous, since it's all new and strange I'll try to show myself useful so they won't break my balls!

No, maybe I'm not in the right position? I don't get it, what a mess. Whatever, let's dance and not think about it.

I go into the fourth room, oh, this one is nicer, but it's actually messy. There's a keyboard, I have an idea who the owner might be, should I set it on fire? No, we're not really enemies yet, I'll give him the benefit of the doubt.

One of my favorite songs, Fawerell Neverland, has started, I can't help but sing it with them. Meanwhile I pick up some empty ramen packs, some clothes left haphazardly on the floor, some cans, until I notice something I should have expected?

There are boxers. If they are at the foot of the bed, it means they are used. Honestly, Jay didn't leave anything like that lying around, what manners are they when you already know I'm probably going to come over and clean up at your place?

So, what do I do? Do I pick them up or do I leave them in protest? And why am I curious? But then curious about what? All right, I leave them where they are and resume singing.

Heeseung, are you my second enemy? At least you should have the decency to declare it.

"NEVERLAND MY LOVE!" I shout at the top of my lungs, noticing soon after that the bedside drawer is slightly open and I can make out a girl's face, in a picture.

"Do you listen to other people's songs? Weren't you an engene?"

I swear, I jump in the air. I completely failed to notice that he was standing in the doorway, at this point who knows how long.

Who is that girl? It shouldn't concern me, much less interest me.

"Can't I listen to anyone else?" I answer, trying to maintain a calm tone of voice, but I literally defecated on myself.

"Of course not."

"Of course you're strange - I sigh - and anyway, don't leave your dirty underwear lying around. At least you take that off."

"I was hoping you'd steal it from me. It would be in theme with your character, wouldn't it?"

"You're disgusting in person." I say that, though, why don't I think it? He almost snatched a laugh from me, lucky I remembered in time that I have dignity.

I continue to make his stupid bed, so I will have finished my ordinary duties anyway. Does that mean everyone is back? Why do I feel like seeing Jay? It's Heeseung's fault, it's like he's the cheerful version of Sunghoon, isn't it?

He's a jerk but he does it in a nice way? Cute? Charming? Laughing like that? Damn.

I see him turn to the other side of his twin bed, looking at me but I just can't hold eye contact. I lower my eyes and see he's clutching the other end of the sheet, helping me make the bed, I guess he wants me to leave his room.

"I'm not disgusting, am I? You don't mean that." He chuckles, adjusting the pillows for me.

"Yes I do, the biggest disappointment."

He looks at me again, why did he become serious for a second? Did I imagine that? "Disappointment? Is that a hint?"

I blush, a lot, feeling my cheeks flaming. "A hint about what? When I talk to you, I feel like I'm talking to a mentally ill."

"How is your korean so good?" Change the subject again, is that a peculiarity or something?

"I had a very good teacher."

"Oh yeah? And was this person born in Korea?"

"No, she is italian like me."

"Interesting."

I'm curious. We talk a lot fast, it's a constant back-and-forth, we sound like two old friends bickering, but something is different, it's clear. Even though I can talk to him, I feel discombobulated like I'm inside a shaker in action.

"Ah, you were here." I feel like I'm being called by someone.

Turning around, in the doorway of Heeseung's room, this time it's Jake. Was he looking for me? "Me?"

"Yes, you have to be with me today, right?"

in the romance untold album i found this card and the one from heeseung…. i'm so glad

Ah, so that's how it works? I laugh.

He's so handsome, my eye retinas burned during that measly second when I dared to lift my eyelids to him - mine, it was a nervous laugh.

"And how would you prefer me to welcome you? In the traditional korean way? Or something more affectionate?" I drawl, dying inside, my eyes wandering lost across the floor.

"Why not both while wearing a maid's dress?"

"Is that a good idea, I order it?" Heeseung asks.

"Think for yourself about how you want to be greeted, that's my idea."

"What if I had exactly the same idea?"

"Simple, you would be the second."

Heeseung utters a dramatic verse, touching his heart and fingers tighten on his…chest…his chest wrapped in the white t-shirt he wears, which is not exactly loose.

I cough, I think they have forgotten my presence. "I'm not a cosplayer. Apply to the agency next time."

Then the ace of the band, so called not only by the fans, and not for trivial reasons but on the contrary for his undeserved enormous talent in practically anything he does, singing, dancing, being stupidly handsome, bursts out laughing.

He's… I just don't know how to describe it. If there's anything I really have a soft spot for it's his laughter, his smile, of any kind, and seeing him up close, taking advantage of the moments when I'm sure he's looking away to watch, offers me an indescribable feeling.

"Good thing she's nice." He says, turning to Jake.

He is confused, I can see it, sense it. He looks at us tenderly, I feel like biting his face off, I quickly look away terrified by my intrusive thoughts, if I look at him, I really want to.

Then he walks over, grabs my wrist and smiles. "Let's go now."

"Where are we going?"

"I have a lot of things to ask you." He explains, pulling me gently.

Him? He is the one who should ask me?

Forgive me Ester, you've always had excellent taste. I can't deny it.

I follow him, asking no questions. As I pass through the hallway I realize that everyone, or almost everyone, has returned, certainly Jay, Jungwon and Niki. The first looks at me, while Jake drags me by the wrist, says nothing, and I get a strange feeling.

It's strange, isn't it? He didn't even say hello to me.

No, maybe I should be the one to do that? And isn't it that I might annoy Jake? He referred to spending time together as something exclusive, so should I pretend that others don't exist? There is something paradoxical about this situation.

"Did you find disorder? I'm sorry." He says, looking around and turning his warm, sensual smile on me. I'm afraid he's playing it off with Heeseung at this point that I see him live.

He's not really embarrassed, but he wants to look embarrassed.

"No, your room is the best so far." I reply under my breath.

"Which ones have you done so far? There's one neater than mine."

"Ah, so I found it! Whose is it?"

"Sunghoon's."

Ah.

Jaeyun, his korean name, sits on the bed, looks at me and smiles like a fool. I don't know, does he want to do it right away? Is that what he wants to ask me? I am uncomfortable, but not with the assumption of such a proposal, so much as because I am not yet used to handling all these hormones.

Jake is wearing a sweater with a wide neckline, I can see his gorgeous collarbones, moreover, he has his tongue stuck between his lips as he watches me.

Come on, I'm not that beautiful, he's blatantly faking it, but I'm not, I'm devastated by this sight.

"Aren't you going to say anything?"

"I don't like Sunghoon, I'm glad he's doing it alone for his room."

"Just as well, he's not a good person." She accentuates his beautiful smile for some reason, then lays down emitting a tired breath.

"I've noticed … but do we think so for the same reason?"

"Of course not." He answers quickly, getting back up.

How strange, he became energetic all of a sudden. I've already sensed strange vibes between Jake and Riki, now with Sunghoon too? Jay's argument is becoming more and more credible, but why is Jake always in the middle?

"Aren't you going to ask me why?"

"Would you tell me?"

He allows himself a sexy laugh, to say the least, because any other adjective would be unheard-of vulgarity. "You're also smart then."

"I try."

While Jake takes a moment to respond to messages, I start walking around looking at his legos again, honestly not sure what to do.

"What is it you want to ask me?"

"Who's your bias?"

What? Him too? Egocentric these Enhypen.

"I don't have it."

"Liar!" He playfully accuses me, pointing at me.

How can such a sweet guy also be so damn erotic? I can't even breathe properly in his presence.

"I really don't."

"So…who do you think is the most handsome?"

Damn! He's too cute! I cover my mouth to avoid showing him my perverted smirk, then cough. "You're all equally handsome."

"It's just not me, is it? That's why you don't tell me."

It's exactly the opposite thesis from Heeseung's, convinced that it's him. Does this tell me anything? Possibly, but I am too enamored with my interlocutor to reason.

"What do you need to know, then…" I giggle, softly, almost hoping he doesn't hear me.

"Has anyone else asked you?"

I laugh again, more nervously. "Never mind, is that what you wanted to ask me?"

"I like to have confirmation of things I'm curious about."

I think that's the basis, Jake, but I don't want to contradict you because you're too handsome, honestly.

"I'm the most handsome, aren't I?"

Aha, identified: narcissistic, maybe pathological?

"You have millions of fans who are crazy about you, what do you care if you are to me?"

"Then it's not really me!"

Was he testing me in his own way? I have no idea but it's cute. Even the pouty, offended expression he gives me now is to bite, tear up, devour.

Thoughts too intrusive, fantasies too lucid.

"Even if I thought that, I wouldn't tell you." I admit, covering my mouth again before laughing this time for real.

"What? - He asks, his vowels are open, his tone childlike but teasing. - And why?"

"It's…quite a sight, seeing you like this."

He smiles, his gaze thinned, and why? "Like what?"

What's wrong with me? I feel like… make him mine, in a way.

"So desperate."

"Me? - He asks theatrically outraged. - Me desperate?"

"Don't you desperately want to be the most beautiful, for me?"

What am I saying? And with what courage? Who is this person? I usually go unnoticed, and not because I'm unattractive so much as because I can't sell myself very well, which is why I'm surprised to see myself in this state.

It's called the Jake effect, I don't think there is a cure.

"Do you want to see me even more desperate?" His voice is no longer innocent, neither is his gaze. A shiver runs through every single inch of my body, so strong it leaves me shaken.

Suddently someone open the door, it seems a habit to appear in this house.

"What are you doing?"

Jake glares at him, I couldn't even think of doing that. "What?"

"Let's decide what to eat." Riki replies, annoyed by his sour tone.

"Have you eaten?" Jaeyun then asks, I think to me, no yes, of course to me!

I nod nervously. I don't even know if I'm breathing right now.

"What did you eat? Everything looks the same in the kitchen. Look you don't have to order-"

"You ordered?!" Jake takes it personally.

"I didn't actually eat, I don't know why I said yes." I explain, guessing that instead of my face they are seeing a big bell pepper.

"Why didn't you eat?"

"Is it because of what Heeseung said?" Niki asks, and I don't understand.

He has been quiet and reserved from the first moment, but he wants me to believe that he is worried about me? Come on, I'm a woman of a certain age compared to him, right? I'm not naive, I keep saying that, right?

"No, no." I belittle it with a ridiculous noise coming from my nose.

"Come on, you've been cleaning all day! I'm hungry too."

Jake can't talk anymore, what's wrong with him? Why does he keep staring at Niki? Am I like the third wheel or…?

I don't know how many seconds pass before, in the tomb-like silence that has set in, the major gets up, looks at Niki again, mumbles in an absolutely adorable way, then lightly and amicably nudges him so that he can get out of his room.

"Come on, get out, get out. Let's go eat." He tells me in a way that is much more serious than his expression.

Man, I'm curious now. Very curious indeed.

NEXT CHAPTER:

hello, this is the first time i've left a note…i just wanted to apologize for this bad english and for the mistakes you've surely found - i hope you can continue reading the story because i had a lot of fun writing it (ten chapters are ready but i have to translate them ç_ç)