#[♣♣] Crack

[devdozes]

♣ Whatever happened to the Hayloft? (pt.1)

wohooo modern au! anyways uh reader is part of kremnoan national agency and epos is the enemy EDIT: PART TWO IS POSTED!!

The world always had a way of discarding those who had completed their given role, and You learned that lesson the hard way.

You weren’t born in Kremnos, but you had carved a space for yourself in its investigation unit. It wasn’t out of loyalty or duty but because Eurypon had given you something—an offer, that too an undeniable one. You hunted the rot lurking in the shadows, the kind of filth that thrived in places where the law looked away. Because the offer was a mutual win, To absolutely destroy Epos.

Your last mission should have been a victory. You eliminated the threat, wiped out the infection before it could spread further. You expected gratitude, recognition—at the very least, acknowledgment that you had done the right thing.

Instead, you were met with silence. Then, whispers. Then, a sudden decision was handed down as if it were carved in stone: your removal from the unit, the same unit to which Eurypon himself added you in. And then, you were removed by your superiors, and that same decision was approved by that bastard Eurypos himself.

They told you it was protocol, that your methods were reckless, that you had overstepped. But you weren’t stupid. The target you eliminated had been a benefactor, slipping money into the right hands to stay untouchable. The same hands that had signed off on your expulsion.

Disgrace. That’s what they called it. An exile disguised as procedure. You weren’t arrested, weren’t silenced permanently—just thrown out like something inconvenient.

Your badge was taken. Your access revoked. The work you dedicated yourself to, gone in an instant.

No goodbyes. No allies. Just you, standing at the threshold of a city that no longer wanted you.

The mission played over and over in your mind. "Observe the enemy's intentions and eliminate them." That had been your directive. You did exactly that.

You spent weeks following him, watching him slip through the cracks of Kremnos’ justice system, paying his way out of every accusation, every crime. You watched him destroy lives, snuffing out the weak like they were nothing more than pawns in his personal game. And yet, no one ever stopped him. No one ever tried. He wasn’t just another criminal—he was protected. A necessary evil, they called him. Essential to the city’s survival.

You knew better.

The night of the mission still clung to you, vivid in every detail. The air had been thick with rain, your coat heavy with moisture as you pressed into the shadows of the alley. The target had been cornered, his options dwindling with every step you took forward.

"You don’t want to do this," he had said, voice shaking but still laced with arrogance. "You think you’re doing something noble? I keep the wheels turning. Without me, this city crumbles."

You hesitated—not out of doubt, but out of anger. Did he truly believe that? That he was untouchable, that he could buy his way out even now? That the rules didn’t apply to him?

Your grip on your weapon had been steady, your mind clear. "Then let it crumble."

A single shot. A clean execution.

The silence that followed had been deafening. The city continued on, indifferent. No sirens, no rush of justice arriving too late. Just the sound of rain washing away the blood.

You had fulfilled your mission. You had done what you were told.

And yet, they cast you aside like you had betrayed them.

Confusion twisted in your gut, warring with the certainty that you had done the right thing. Hadn’t you? Or had you simply played the role of executioner while the real enemies remained seated in their offices, drinking their fine liquor, counting their bloodstained money?

As the weight of their betrayal settled in, there was no regret.

But the anger remained, burning beneath your skin.

You had done the right thing.

Even if no one else would admit it. They were all money-hungry cowards.

"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!". You threw a pillow at the screen with a frustrated groan. The TV show had been a mindless distraction, something to drown out the thoughts clawing at the back of your mind, but now it was just fueling your frustration. The female lead—who had spent the entire season developing chemistry with the actually interesting, funny, and devastatingly handsome second lead—had just thrown it all away for the blandest, most insufferably boring male lead imaginable.

"Oh, sure! Pick the emotionally constipated guy with all the personality of an unseasoned mashed potato! That makes so much sense!" You snatched the remote, furiously hitting the rewind button just to glare at the scene again. "This man wrote you poetry, He made you laugh! Meanwhile, your so-called true love hasn’t smiled once in twelve episodes and the ONLY thing he did was to accept you and give you flowers, which is the bare fucking MINIMUM!"

You slumped back against your pillows, glaring at the ceiling. Maybe it was the betrayal, the unfairness of it all—both in the show and in your own life—that made your blood boil. The second lead had done everything right. He had been there, had supported her, had actually put in the effort. Your fingers curled into the blanket, irritation and something heavier twisting in your gut. The familiar weight of injustice, of being discarded despite doing exactly what was asked of you.

"Ridiculous," you muttered, reaching for the half-empty bag of chips beside you and stuffing a handful into your mouth. "I swear, if they make him attend her wedding in the finale, I’m going to go batshit insane."

And then the finale aired.

The second lead sat in the audience, watching with a wistful smile as the female lead exchanged vows with the brick wall of a main character.

You stared at the screen, jaw tightening. The remote was in your hand, the power button just within reach.

Click.

The TV screen went black.

Without hesitation, you tossed the remote onto the couch, grabbed your bike keys, and swung on your jacket. Enough of this nonsense. You needed something to cool your frustration before you did something drastic—like throwing your TV out the window.

"I am not dealing with this bullshit anymore, isn't tv supposed to calm you down? why is increasing my already high blood pressure"

You quickly stomp out the door, put on your shoes, and run down the stairs quickly, and jump on your bike. from rage or excitement idk

The ice cream shop was nearly empty when you arrived, save for the cashier—a familiar silver-haired young man with a bright grin that immediately screamed trouble. Caelus.

"Well, well, well! If it isn’t my favorite brooding customer!" Caelus leaned dramatically over the counter, resting his chin on his hands. "What’ll it be tonight? Let me guess—something bitter, to match the look on your face?" that zesty bitch

Before you could retort, the door swung open violently, and a blur of motion tackled you from behind. "[Name]!" Stelle practically jumped on you, clinging to your shoulders like an overgrown koala. Then, with a mischievous glint in her eyes, she stuck her tongue out at Caelus. "Beat you to them first!"

Caelus gasped in mock horror. "Betrayal! I was just about to offer them a special ‘overdramatic protagonist’ discount!"

You groaned, trying to pry Stelle off. "I just wanted ice cream, not sibling chaos."

"Too late!" Stelle grinned. "We come as a package deal!" Caelus scoffed, dramatically flipping an imaginary cape over his shoulder. "Excuse you, I am the main event. You’re just the annoying sidekick."

"Excuse you," Stelle shot back, finally releasing you only to jab a finger into Caelus’s chest. "I am the superior sibling here. I was born first."

"You both are twins." You say with the most tired expression on your face while rubbing your temples.

"And yet I’m still more mature," Caelus countered clearly ignoring your words, flashing a smug grin.

"You literally tried to eat a rock yesterday!"

"It looked edible!"

"It was glowing blue!"

You sighed, rubbing your temples as they continued bickering like children fighting over the last cookie. "Can I please just order my ice cream before you two kill each other?"

Caelus instantly straightened, clearing his throat and putting on his best ‘professional’ expression—though the effect was ruined by Stelle making faces behind his back.

"Of course! What can I get you, dear customer?" He batted his long-ass eyelashes exaggeratedly, voice dripping with fake sweetness.

Before you could respond, Stelle leaned in. "They’ll have the saddest, most depressing flavor you’ve got. Something that really screams ‘I got kicked out of a corrupt government unit and now I’m having an existential crisis over fictional characters.’"

Caelus nodded solemnly, stroking his chin. "Ah, yes. That’s a classic order. I recommend the ‘Betrayal Blackberry’ or the ‘Melancholy Mint.’"

"Or," Stelle added, grinning, "we could go for full self-pity mode and get the ‘Cold and Alone Cookie Dough.’"

You glared at both of them. "You two are the absolute worst."

"Yeah, yeah, we know," Caelus said cheerfully. "So, which depressing flavor will it be?"

"...Cold and Alone Cookie Dough."

They high-fived.

"You guys suck," you muttered, grabbing your ice cream and biting the waffle cone and ice cream with unnecessary force.

"Oh, don’t be like that," Stelle cooed, flopping into the chair across from you and stealing a bite of your ice cream before you could stop her.

Caelus leaned on the counter, watching with the grin of someone who lived purely to be a menace. "So, tell us—was it a TV show or real life that caused this spiral into frozen dairy despair?"

You debated throwing your ice cream at his face.

As you stepped out of the shop, the cool night air wrapped around you, the taste of cookie dough and vanilla lingering on your tongue. The ridiculous bickering between Stelle and Caelus still echoed behind you, but for once, instead of irritation, it left a small smile on your face.

"Try not to get arrested!" Caelus called after you with a cheeky wave.

"And don’t die!" Stelle added, throwing in a thumbs-up.

"You guys act like I can’t handle myself," you scoffed, waving lazily over your shoulder as you stepped onto the sidewalk.

The moment lasted exactly three seconds before someone slammed into you.

Your grip on the ice cream loosened, the cone slipping from your fingers in slow motion, the pale brown-dotted biege scoop tumbling unceremoniously onto the pavement.

You barely registered the loss of your dessert because the person who bumped into you—a hooded stranger—was already darting away, their head ducked low. A second later, shouts erupted from down the street.

"Hey! Stop that guy!"

"He stole my bag!"

"Someone grab him!"

You blinked, staring after the retreating figure.

Then, slowly, your gaze dropped to the fallen ice cream, the way it lay pitifully on the ground, melting into a sad puddle.

Your eye twitched.

Alright. The theft? Definitely a problem.

But ruining your ice cream? That was just personal.

"HEY, YOU SON OF A—" You took off in a sprint, instincts kicking in before you even thought about it.

The stranger whipped his head around in alarm, realizing that not only was he being chased—but that his pursuer was very, very angry.

"Oh, you better start running!" you yelled, pushing forward with even more speed.

"WAIT—WHAT—WHY ARE YOU CHASING ME?!" the thief shouted over his shoulder, dodging past pedestrians.

"YOU RUINED MY ICE CREAM, YOU COWARD!"

That seemed to genuinely throw him off. He stumbled slightly before regaining his pace, muttering something under his breath about lunatics.

Behind you, Stelle and Caelus had stepped outside just in time to witness the scene.

Caelus let out a low whistle. "Aaaand there she goes."

Stelle crossed her arms, grinning. "Do we help?"

Caelus hummed, pretending to think. "...Nah. This seems personal."

You took a sharp turn into the alleyway, cutting off the thief’s path before he could escape into the maze of side streets. He skidded to a stop, looking around frantically like a trapped rat.

"Alright, asshole," you panted, rolling your shoulders as you stepped forward. "You made me drop my ice cream. Now I have to kick your ass on principle."

The thief let out a high-pitched laugh, one that sounded more nervous than anything. "L-Let’s not be hasty now!"

You blinked.

That voice.

That infuriatingly familiar, weaselly voice.

Your eyes narrowed as the thief slowly turned around, hands raised in mock surrender.

Purple hair. Cocky grin. Shady coat.

"Sampo?" you deadpanned.

"Ahahaha... surprise?" Sampo Koski grinned, but the sweat dripping down his forehead told you everything.

You stared at him. Then at the stolen bag slung over his shoulder. Then back at him.

"...You stole someone’s bag?"

"Hey, hey, hey, let’s not use such harsh words!" Sampo waved his hands, stepping back. "I prefer ‘borrowing without permission’—"

Your glare intensified.

He coughed. "Temporarily relocating belongings—"

You cracked your knuckles.

"—IT’S A MISUNDERSTANDING, I SWEAR!"

Before he could bolt again, you lunged, grabbing him by the collar and yanking him close. "You owe me ice cream, you rat bastard."

Sampo held up his hands in surrender. "H-How about I get you two? Three! Three ice creams! My treat!"

"You are so lucky I don’t punch you right now," you growled, releasing him with a shove. "Now return the damn bag before I make you eat pavement."

Sampo chuckled nervously. "Right, right—of course! No problem! Consider it already done!"

Just as he said that, the original owner of the bag—an angry looking woman—came sprinting up, flanked by two security officers.

"There he is!" she shouted, pointing directly at Sampo.

He stiffened. "Ah. Well. This is awkward."

You smirked. "Oh no, please go on. I’d love to see how you talk your way out of this one."

Sampo shot you a pleading look before sighing dramatically. "Alright, alright, no need for handcuffs! It’s all a big miscommunication, I assure you!"

As the officers descended on him, you simply stood back, arms crossed, enjoying every second of his downfall.

. . . .

As the security officers reached for Sampo, he shot you one last desperate look—the kind that screamed "Help me, oh great and merciful person whom I may have slightly inconvenienced!"

You rolled your eyes.

"Hey," you called out to the officers, stepping forward. "This dumbass already realized he messed up. No need to rough him up."

The security guards hesitated. The woman, now clearly an elderly lady with sharp eyes, frowned at you.

"Are you vouching for him?" one of the guards asked, skeptical.

"Pfft— No." You snatched the bag from Sampo’s hands before he could protest and turned to the woman. "Here. Safe and sound."

The old lady blinked, surprised. Then, with a warm smile, she took the bag. "Oh, bless your heart, dear!"

Meanwhile, the guards turned their attention to Sampo again.

"Hey, would you look at the time!" Sampo chirped, already inching away. "I must be going—"

You stuck your foot out.

Sampo tripped but recovered quickly, casting you a betrayed look.

You sighed dramatically. "Alright, alright, he’s harmless. Just let him go."

The officers exchanged glances but ultimately relented, grumbling as they backed off. The elderly woman gave you another grateful nod before walking off, leaving you alone with the notorious conman.

Sampo, ever the opportunist, dusted himself off with a wide grin. "Wow! You actually helped me! Didn’t know you cared so much—"

Your fist cracked against his head lightly—a warning tap, really.

"Ow!"

"You owe me ice cream, Koski." You grabbed his collar before he could escape. "And a damn good explanation."

Sampo chuckled nervously. "Ehehe… w-well, you see—"

You dragged him back toward the ice cream shop.

"Talk. Now."

As the bell chimed upon your return, Caelus and Stelle looked up from behind the counter—only to immediately burst into laughter.

Caelus nearly collapsed onto the register, wheezing. "Oh my god."

Stelle clutched her stomach, barely able to breathe. "What— what is that look on your face—?"

Because, standing at the entrance of the shop, you wore the most dangerously peaceful smile imaginable. A smile that promised violence.

And in your grasp, Sampo Koski dangled half-dragged by the collar of his coat, groaning dramatically. "Mercy! Mercy, I say!"

Caelus wiped a tear from his eye. "Did you adopt a stray, [Name]? Or—wait—did the stray adopt you?!"

"Shut up," you said sweetly, before unceremoniously dumping Sampo onto the floor.

"Oof—!" He sprawled out like a ragdoll. "Rude."

You turned to Caelus, still smiling. "Another one of my usual. On him." You jabbed a thumb at Sampo, who gave a weak thumbs-up from the floor.

Stelle snickered. "You got a sugar daddy now?"

"More like a debt-ridden weasel who owes me for ruining my first ice cream." You crossed your arms. "And I will be collecting."

Sampo scrambled up, brushing himself off. "Now, now! Let’s not be hasty—"

Caelus grinned, already scooping your ice cream. "Oh, no. We love hasty."

Stelle smirked. "So, Koski—" She leaned over the counter. "—care to explain what the fuck just happened?"

Sampo let out a nervous chuckle, straightening his coat as he glanced between you, Stelle, and Caelus—all three of you wearing eerily expectant expressions.

"Now, now," he started, raising his hands in a pacifying gesture. "Surely there’s no need for such hostility! Let’s all take a deep breath, relax, and—"

You grabbed a chair and turned it around, sitting on it backward like you were about to interrogate him. "Talk."

Caelus, ever the opportunist, slid a cup of water across the counter like he was in some kind of detective movie. Stelle leaned in closer, grinning.

"Spill."

Sampo sighed dramatically. "Ahh, what a cruel world! A man can’t even do a little bit of freelance item relocation without being hunted down like a criminal—"

"Because you are one?" you deadpanned.

"Details!" He waved you off. "See, my dear friends, it’s all about perspective! To you, I might look like some shady—albeit handsome—fellow running through the streets, but to others, I am simply a humble entrepreneur!"

Caelus snorted. "Humble, my ass."

You tapped your fingers against the chair. "So what, you just happened to rob an old lady in front of a crowd?"

"*Whoa!*Whoa! Let’s not throw around words like ‘rob,’" Sampo said, looking genuinely offended. "She was the one who had something very valuable, and I simply liberated it for a bit! Then I was going to return it—eventually!"

"Eventually my ass," you muttered.

Stelle grinned. "So, what was in the bag, huh? Stacks of cash? A top-secret government file? The legendary lost treasure of—"

Sampo groaned, rubbing his face. "Ugh, it was a bunch of handmade scarves!"

There was silence.

Then Caelus burst out laughing again. Stelle doubled over, wheezing.

You blinked. "Wait, what?"

Sampo slumped over the table. "I thought it was something else!"

You pinched the bridge of your nose. "You—stole scarves? From an old lady? And got chased down the street for it?"

Sampo threw his arms in the air. "I panicked!"

Caelus wiped a tear from his eye, grinning. "Man, you really are the worst at this."

"I’m usually so good at this!" Sampo groaned, before giving you the most pitiful look possible. "You believe me, don’t you?"

You took your freshly made ice cream from Caelus, making a show of enjoying the first bite. Then, without breaking eye contact, you reached out and grabbed Sampo’s wallet right from his coat.

"Hey—!"

You flipped it open, pulled out enough to cover the ice cream, and slammed the cash onto the counter. "Pleasure doing business with you."

Caelus let out an exaggerated "oohhh!" while Stelle outright clapped.

Sampo sighed, defeated. "You wound me, [Name]. Truly."

You smirked. "Next time, watch where you’re running. Or maybe don’t steal from old ladies."

Sampo pouted. "Lesson learned… probably." that fucking whore

With the sweet taste of victory (and ice cream) on your tongue, you leaned back in your chair, savoring every bite while Sampo sulked dramatically across from you. Stelle was still giggling every now and then, and Caelus had taken it upon himself to reenact Sampo’s very ungraceful escape attempt using napkins and straws.

You took another slow, deliberate spoonful, making a show of enjoying it just to rub salt in Sampo’s wounded pride.

"Mmm. So worth the trouble."

Sampo groaned, slumping over the table. "This is cruel and unusual punishment. Watching someone else enjoy what should’ve been mine."

"You paid for this," you reminded him.

"And yet, somehow, I feel robbed," he sighed.

Stelle grinned. "Now you know how that old lady felt."

Sampo shot her a betrayed look, but before he could get another word in, you set your spoon down, stretching with a satisfied sigh. "Alright, I’m heading home before something else drags me into its nonsense."

"Awww," Stelle whined. "You sure? You could stick around and watch Caelus keep clowning on Sampo."

Caelus, who had been dramatically dropping a napkin “thief” off a table ledge, grinned. "I’ve got at least ten more skits in me."

Sampo groaned louder. "You’re all terrible people."

You laughed, standing up. "I’m sure you’ll survive, Sampo. Or not. Either way, not my problem."

With a final wave to the chaotic duo, you exited the shop, stepping into the cool night air. Your bike was parked nearby, and you swung a leg over it with ease, the quiet hum of the streets a welcome change from all the chaos.

For the first time in a while, a genuine smile settled on your face.

As you settled onto your bike, ready to head home, a flicker of movement in your peripheral vision caught your attention.

A hooded figure stood near the alley across the street, leaning casually against the wall as if waiting for something—or someone. The dim glow of a nearby streetlamp barely illuminated his features, but for a split second, you caught a glimpse of something familiar.

Ash-blonde hair with red tips.

Your grip on the handlebars tightened slightly. A strange sense of recognition stirred in your chest, but you pushed it down. You were tired—you’d had enough surprises for one night.

With a shake of your head, you dismissed the thought. Probably just some random guy. Not your business.

You revved your bike, the engine’s low hum filling the silence. The hooded figure didn’t move, didn’t react.

And so, you turned your attention back to the road and rode off into the night, leaving the stranger—and whatever trouble he might bring behind because you had enough for one fucking night

. . . . .

The ride home was uneventful, the cool night air doing little to wash away the lingering irritation from earlier. You parked your bike, stretched out your sore limbs, and stepped inside. The dim glow of your apartment welcomed you, quiet and still—just the way you liked it.

You tossed your jacket onto the couch, grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, and were about to collapse onto your bed when your phone buzzed.

Unknown Caller.

You stared at the screen, debating whether to pick up. Something about it felt… off.

Against your better judgment, you answered.

A familiar voice crackled through the speaker. "…[Name]?"

You froze.

Aglaea.

It had been months since you last heard her voice. Since she let you walk away without a word. Since she didn’t defend you when you needed her most.

Your grip on the phone tightened. "What do you want?"

There was a pause. A hesitation. Then—

"Eurypon is dead."

The words settled over you like a thick fog. Cold. Heavy.

You blinked once. Then twice.

Dead?

Eurypon—the same bastard who removed you from the unit, who framed you as reckless, who ensured you’d never work in the investigation unit again—was dead?

You weren’t sure how to feel. Shocked? Maybe. But there was no grief. No sadness. Just an empty sort of understanding.

People like Eurypon made enemies. It was only a matter of time.

You exhaled, voice steady, emotionless. "I'm not in the investigation unit anymore, Aglaea. Don’t contact me."

A beat of silence. Then, Aglaea’s voice softened. "I know," she murmured. "I just thought… you should hear it from me. Not the news. Not anyone else."

You didn’t respond.

Another pause. Then, quieter—almost hesitant—she added, "Save my number, [Name]. Even if you don’t want to talk to me. Just… save it."

You sighed, fingers hovering over the screen.

Then, without another word, you declined the call.

But you did save her number.

. . . .

You groaned, throwing yourself onto the couch before grabbing the remote and flicking on the TV. After the chaotic mess of the night, all you wanted was some mindless background noise.

Flipping through the channels, you paused at the news. Maybe they had an update on something actually interesting.

"Breaking News: Former Investigation Unit Director, Eurypon, Found Dead."

Your brows raised slightly. So it was real.

The reporter droned on about the details—Eurypon’s body found in a private residence, a single bullet wound to the head, no signs of forced entry. But what really caught your attention was the next segment.

A figure appeared on the screen, standing at a podium in a sharply pressed uniform, flanked by two other high-ranking officials. His face was one you recognized instantly.

Ash-blonde hair with red tips, slightly messy yet unmistakable. Cold golden eyes staring through the camera with that same unyielding intensity.

Mydei.

Your former teammate.

No. More than that.

Eurypon’s son.

Your lips curled into something between amusement and curiosity. So he was the one stepping into his father’s shoes now?

Then, before you could process anything further—

BZZZT.

Your phone vibrated against your stomach. Another unknown number.

You groaned, throwing a pillow across the room in frustration. "Are you kidding me?"

Swiping the call open, you pressed the phone to your ear. "Whoever this is, I swear—"

"[Name]."

You blinked.

That voice. Low. Steady. Unshaken.

You glanced at the TV again, and there he was—Mydei, standing there like he owned the damn world.

Slowly, you sat up, adjusting your grip on the phone. "You killed Eurypon, didn’t you?"

There was a beat of silence.

Then, calmly, Mydei responded, "Yes."

No hesitation. No guilt. No unnecessary justifications. Just a simple, undeniable confirmation.

You exhaled a quiet chuckle, shaking your head. "Well. Can’t say I’m surprised."

Eurypon was a bastard. A snake who sold out his own people for power. You weren’t about to shed any tears over him.

"That’s not why I’m calling." Mydei’s voice was clipped, professional. "We need you back in the investigation unit. There’s a mission that requires your expertise."

Your amusement faded.

And then you laughed.

Loud. Sharp. Unbelieving.

"You think I’d ever go back to that corrupt mess?" you asked, a grin stretching across your face. "You’re funny, Mydei. I don’t do favors for free, and I especially don’t work with the people who threw me out like trash."

There was silence on the other end.

Then, a sigh.

"I expected you to say that," Mydei admitted, his voice still composed. "But it was worth a try."

"You seriously thought I’d agree?"

"I thought you might consider it."

You scoffed, shaking your head. "Hard pass."

Another pause. Then, softer than before—barely noticeable—he said, "…I see."

You almost laughed again. Even now, he was as restrained as ever.

"Tell you what," you said, stretching lazily against the couch. "How about next time you call, you don’t ask me to clean up the investigation unit’s mess? Try something fun for once."

A quiet breath from the other end, like he wanted to say something but thought better of it.

Then, his voice returned to that same controlled, unreadable tone.

"Just wait till 25th April."

And with that, the call ended.

You exhaled, tossing your phone onto the couch beside you.

So Mydei was pulling the strings now.

And he had no qualms about getting blood on his hands.

You weren’t sure if that was better or worse.

April 25th

Your phone buzzed.

You barely spared it a glance, still sprawled out on your couch, half-asleep from last night’s late ride. The screen flashed with an unknown number again.

A groggy sigh left your lips as you grabbed it. "This better not be another waste of my time."

"[Name]."

You sat up instantly.

That voice—steady, composed, unmistakably Mydei.

"You're calling me again?" you said, rubbing your eyes. "What, another mission offer? I already—"

"Check the news."

You blinked.

Something in his tone made you pause. He sounded… amused? Smug, even.

Your brows furrowed as you reached for the remote. The news channel flickered to life on your TV, and within seconds, you were wide awake.

"Investigation Unit Officials Exposed in Widespread Corruption Scandal—Mass Firings Underway."

Your breath hitched.

The screen displayed a list of names, each one making your pulse quicken.

People you used to work with. The same bastards who threw you under the bus. Who framed you, lied, and made sure you'd never step foot in the unit again.

Now? They were gone.

Some were getting arrested. Others were being dragged out of their offices, their faces pale as reporters bombarded them with questions. Their crimes—bribery, evidence tampering, illegal dealings—were being laid out in broad daylight for everyone to see.

You sat there, stunned.

And then, from the phone pressed against your ear—

A quiet chuckle.

"So?" Mydei drawled, clearly enjoying this moment. "What do you think?"

You let out a slow breath, still processing everything.

"You… really went and did it, huh?"

"You sound surprised."

"That’s because I am." You shook your head, watching as another corrupt official was led out in handcuffs. "I knew you were stepping in, but I didn’t think you’d actually clean house."

A hum from the other end of the line. "I said I would handle it."

Your lips twitched. "Didn’t think you’d be this thorough."

There was a pause, then, with that same unwavering authority, Mydei spoke again.

"Come to the Investigation Unit tomorrow at 7 AM. ASAP."

You stiffened. "Wait—what?"

"You’ll be leading the next mission," he continued, completely ignoring your reaction. "Highest-ranking officer. No one above you. No one to control you. You do things your way this time."

Your heart skipped a beat.

"You’re serious?"

"Have I ever wasted my time with jokes?"

He had a point.

Before you could respond, the line cut off.

You lowered the phone slowly, still staring at the news, but your focus had already shifted.

Tomorrow at 7 AM.

You were back in the unit.

And this time, you were the one in charge.

A quiet chuckle slipped past your lips.

It felt good.

HI GUYS ITS ANTOHER SERIESS and ts tension wohoo!! @leonsnewadventures

PART 2!!

[jesterfairy]

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭: 𝐀 𝐏𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐈 𝐂𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭

A͏ D͏a͏r͏k͏ R͏o͏m͏a͏n͏c͏e͏ J͏o͏k͏e͏r͏ F͏i͏c͏ 🖤

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Status: This story is still in progress.

Current word count: 146,383

💀ATTENTION💀 This fic is morally bankrupt, emotionally devastating, and absolutely addictive. You will question your morals. You might fall in love with a psychopath. And yes, somehow—despite all the harrowing triggers—this is, in fact, a romance.

*You’ll need water, a fan, and maybe a therapist.

Fic Summary: Alina Vale dreams of escaping her dead-end life as a diner waitress, finding solace in painting Gotham’s haunting shadows. But when a routine trip to the bank turns into a living nightmare, she finds herself face-to-face with the Joker—a man as captivating as he is terrifying.

As his twisted games unravel her defenses, Alina is forced to confront the pull he has over her, a collision of fear and desire she can’t control. Trapped in his world of chaos and power, survival means facing not only him but the darker parts of herself he’s brought to life.

A story of obsession, control, and the intoxicating allure of letting go.

Genres: Dark romance, Gothic romance, Stalker romance, kidnapper x victim, predator x prey

Pairings: TDK Joker x Female OC

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: non-con, r@pe, extremely dubious consent, violence, psychological manipulation, kidnapping, stalking, slow-burn, toxic relationships, trauma bonding, childhood trauma, graphic sexual content, twisted power dynamics, stockholm syndrome, psychological torture, self-harm, sexual assault, gaslighting, emotional abuse, dead dove do not eat

Chapters:

Chapter 1: The Game Begins

Chapter 2: Aftermath

Chapter 3: Painted Shadows

Chapter 4: Joker's POV 🃏

Chapter 5: The Edge of Oblivion

Chapter 6: The Price of Defiance

Chapter 7: The Weight of Silence

Chapter 8: Twisted Comforts

Chapter 9: At His Mercy

Chapter 10: Cracks

Chapter 11: Marked

Chapter 12: The Things that Hurt

Chapter 13: Almost

Chapter 14: Claimed

Chapter 15: A Broken, Fragile Thing

Chapter 16: A God in the Dark

Chapter 17: Joker's POV 🃏

Chapter 18: Where No One Will Ever Find You

Chapter 19: Be Good, Doll

Chapter 20: The Maiden and The Monster

Chapter 21: Beneath the Mask

Chapter 22: Jack

Chapter 23: Starve The Beast

Chapter 24: The Alcove

Chapter 25: Say It Again

Chapter 26: The Altar and the Offering

Chapter 27: Ghosts and Scars

___. ♡ ✦ ♧━━━♢ ✦ ♠️ ✦ ♢━━━♧ ✦ ♡. ___

Thank you for sacrificing your sanity to read this! If you screamed, blushed, or blacked out from emotional damage, tell me everything!

Comments, asks, messages, and reblogs are more than serotonin boosts—they’re what motivate me to keep digging deeper into this unholy mess. So thank you, truly! Every single reaction helps fuel my next chapter. 😌

Please let me know if you'd like me to add you to the tag list 💚

[hwaslayer]

project: make you love me (jyh) | ten.

♣︎ spotify playlist | series masterlist

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

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

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

—word count: 5.2k (sorry i know i said 5.5k.. had to chop off a bit and move it onto the next chapter lol)

—chapter content/warnings: cussing/mature language, flashback scene, yuyu and yeosang find themselves at a house party ayeee 🤪, yeosang assuming the role of wingman, alcohol consumption, intoxication, a sprinkle of seonghwa, dancing/throwing ass back, cute funny drunk yunho lol, making out, dry humping, sleepovers 😙

one night - sire | mi gente - j balvin | dj turn it up - yellow claw

Yunho looks at himself in the mirror, letting out a deep sigh. He opted for a simple outfit— one that could keep him cool in a packed house and not be too extra for a party. But, the longer he stares at it, the more he feels like he could do better. Or, maybe, you might not even notice him or think much of him in this outfit. 

How does he do this?

Honestly, he's not even sure what constitutes a 'house party' outfit.

"Nice." Yeosang nods as he stands near Yunho's doorway.

"It's too plain, isn't it?" Yunho eyes Yeosang's outfit. He's in a loose, black sleeveless top, a bomber jacket, jeans and boots.

"No, why? It's fine." It's Yeosang's turn to eye Yunho in his fit, and he honestly thinks it's perfect for tonight's events. Yunho opted for black jeans, a white Stussy shirt, and his converse. He has a silver bracelet dangling around his wrist, cologne sitting at the corner of his dresser. Yeosang doesn't smell it on him yet, but he thinks it's because Yunho is questioning whether it's too much or not. "You look good."

"Should I add some cologne? A light jacket?"

"Add the cologne." Yeosang laughs. "But, not the jacket. I'm literally only going in this because I'm just there for a few drinks and to be a wingman. Then, I'll see myself out." Yunho smiles and nods.

"Hm." Yunho hums. "I'm just going there for a bit, too."

"Mm, but you're going there to hang out with Y/N and grab her for a few dances. I refuse to leave until you get a moment with her."

"I don't know. What if she doesn't wanna, though? I'm not gonna force her."

"Seriously? With all the little walks you guys take and your study sessions?" Yeosang smirks. "Right." He looks at his phone. "Anyway, we're a bit late. Wanna take a shot or two and walk over?" Yunho shrugs.

"Sure." Yunho takes one last look at himself before spraying a bit of cologne and meeting Yeosang in the kitchen. Yunho doesn't like to drink much because he hates the feeling, especially the next morning. But tonight, he was feeling a little more bold— like he could use the extra liquid courage to be less nervous around you.

Not that he needed it, but it was a party. He'd like to be of some fun for you.

By the time Yunho heads out to the kitchen, Yeosang already has 2 red cups ready to go. He tilts the cup to the side, peeking at how much alcohol was inside—

Yeosang must have wanted him to die.

"This isn't a shot or two. This is half the bottle." Yeosang laughs and shakes his head.

"Not even. I swear dude, you'll be fine. We can pace ourselves when we get there. Plus who knows, they might've taken all the alcohol already."

"It's only been 30 minutes since the party started." 

"A lot can happen in 30 minutes." Yeosang picks up his cup and raises it in the air. "Cheers?" Yunho shrugs and taps his cup against his, internally dying at how much alcohol is in his cup.

"Cheers." Yunho swallows the first half in a big gulp before cracking open the coke can. He takes a sip before gulping down the last bit and making a face at Yeosang. "Don't ever do that again."

"You're welcome." Yeosang laughs. "Let's head out and get your girl." Yunho shakes his head, quickly cleaning the kitchen before shutting off the lights and following Yeosang out. Luckily, the party is at a house right behind the complex, so Yeosang and Yunho aren't having to walk too far. As they approach the community, Yunho can already hear the music blasting from down the street, followed by a few echoes of loud yells and cheers. Hearing the noise makes him feel a bit anxious, and he's starting to regret his decision based off of it alone.

But, he commits. He knows he'll see you soon, and things will feel a bit better.

It does help knowing Yeosang joined to make him feel more comfortable.

Approaching the house, Yunho can see that there are people packed on the first floor of the house and into the backyard. He follows Yeosang in, squeezing his way past all the drunk people to head to the kitchen.

"Here, gonna make you a drink to sip on." Yeosang says, pointing at the counter where all the liquor and soda are laid out. Yunho continues to follow along, even if his eyes are searching high and low for you. He hasn't seen you yet, and he's hoping he does soon.

He really just wants to find you and be with you.

♣︎ FLASHBACK

Yunho kicks the rocks beneath his shoes, hands dug deep into his pockets as he patiently waits at the end of the path. He's anxious, and a bit nervous; but overall, happy to finally see you. His head shoots up the moment he hears a door click close, footsteps jogging down the steps.

"Yunho!" You softly squeal, giggling as you run straight into his arms. He wraps you into a bear hug, slightly swinging you around before placing you back down onto your feet.

"Hey cutie."

"I missed you! You're actually here."

"I told you I came home early." You chuckle before gently squeezing his bicep.

"I know, but it's nice to know it's real." You smile. "What have you been up to?"

"Not much. How was your drive over?"

"I fell asleep for most of it. We stopped at a pitstop to grab more grub, but otherwise, it was okay." He nods.

"Club was fun last night?"

"Sooo much fun! I met so many new friends, and the DJ was so good! It was such a good time. I wish you had been there." 

"I wish I was too. But, next time. Yeah?" You nod.

"Sounds like a plan."

"I'm happy you had fun, though. You deserved it, all of it." You link your arm around his, absentmindedly following him to his car. You don't realize it until he's opening the car door, gesturing at you to wait until he grabs a few things from the seat. "I have something for you."

"What is it?" Your eyes sparkle as you stand and wait.

"You said you needed to get new lavender for your room, right?" You remember texting him that a few days ago, and you can't help but smile at Yunho's attention to detail.

"Are you serious?" You slightly pout when he hands you the small bouquet of lavender, plus a smaller bag.

"I-I also found those persimmons you like so much." He scratches at the nape of his neck, nervously watching you eye the gifts. Your expression is a tad bit unreadable, and Yunho can't really tell if he's crossed a line or if he's okay. But, to his surprise, you set the things down onto the trunk of the car and jump back into his arms.

"Yunho, you really are the best. Thank you for all of this."

"Of course. I guess it's my odd way of saying congrats?" You giggle, allowing him to press a small kiss against your temple. 

♣︎ END

But, unluckily for you, you're having to deal with a drunk Seonghwa who doesn't seem to get the point. You had been avoiding him since you arrived, sticking close to a few other friends in the backyard while watching an intense game of beer pong taking place. The moment you stepped away to go find your bestfriends, Seonghwa comes stumbling out of nowhere— ziplining straight to you once he spots you.

"Babygirl, can we talk?" You can smell the liquor on him, his hand wrapping gently around your wrist. "I've missed you. I've been waiting for you all night. Just give me a few mins—"

"Not now. I'm trying to find my friends."

"Your friends?"

"Seonghwa." You warn him because you know exactly where this is going.

"You sure it isn't Yunho? I hope it isn't." Seonghwa laughs at the possibility even though your expression confirms the answer.

"And if it is, then what? At the end of the day, it isn't your business." Seonghwa scoffs.

"Are you serious? I don't get you. I don't get it. I've been turning everyone down for you, and you don't even realize—"

"Okay, then go do whatever the fuck you want Seonghwa! No one asked you to do that, I told you this was over. Stop keeping tabs on me." You rip your hand from his grip even as he continues to call for you, walking away from the hallway into the crowded, but hyped living room. Every single person in the room was dancing; either with friends or with another person. You catch a glimpse of Yunho standing against the wall with Mingi and Yeosang, flushed cheeks and glazed eyes. He sips on his drink, eyes meeting yours across the room. You're in this cute cargo mini skirt, a cropped tee and Nike dunks.

Goddamn, you look good.

And if it wasn't for all this liquid courage, he wouldn't be thinking about grabbing you for a dance— just for funsies. Bonus that he gets you, all of you, to himself tonight.

You didn't even expect Yunho to show up at this point, being that he's said time and time again that he wasn't into parties. But, you're glad he is. Mingi and Yeosang must have done a lot of convincing, which they did. Though, the other part of it was the fact that he knew you'd be here and that might give him another opportunity to get even closer to you.

"Hey, what the fuck was that about?" Chaery pulls you out of your little staring contest when she comes out of the kitchen and gently squeezes your arm.

"Just Seonghwa being Seonghwa, what else?" You roll your eyes, still appalled at Seonghwa's audacity to try and gatekeep you for the night even though you're well aware there isn't one truthful bone in his body. You ended this, and you had no plans on falling back into his trap tonight. 

Not on the agenda.

"Dude, forget him, let's just have fun." Soobin says, pointing at your group of friends in the corner of the room. "Everyone else is over there." You follow them over, eyes glancing over to Yunho again. He's still conversing with Mingi and Yeosang, though his eyes follow yours mid-convo. It's almost like he's waiting for you, or waiting for the perfect opportunity to make his move. You're hoping he does, but you also have no problem making the first move.

Yunho is so, so attractive.

You would be lying if you said your feelings for Yunho weren't growing by the second.

You meet up with your friends in the living room; Hyunjin, Jongho, Taehyun, Minnie and Yeonjun already dancing along to the song and showing off their moves. You, Seungmin, Soobin and Chaery join along, before Yeonjun is passing his flask around so that your group can take more shots together. At this point, you're tipsy and definitely feeling yourself more as the alcohol continues to run through your veins.

Feeling yourself, feeling bold, feeling good despite Seonghwa trying to ruin your night and be all possessive— who the fuck was he to act that way? He didn't want it in the first place, so you'll give him a little taste of his own medicine.

You can't help but turn over your shoulder to see Yunho bouncing along to the beat while Mingi is scoping the room. You can tell he's trying to get Yunho to explore and find himself a cutie to dance with, but he responds with a laugh and a shake of his head. His eyes meet yours [yet again for the umpteenth time tonight] and the tension suddenly increases tenfold through his look alone. His tongue pokes out to wet his lips before he's giving you a small smirk. 

You want him.

"Why don't you dance with him instead of eyeing him the entire night?" Chaery says in your ear, making you drunkily giggle.

"I'm too shy."

"Shut up, since when? You look so good tonight, fuck Seonghwa. I refuse to let him ruin your night. Get up on Jeong Yunho, now." She quickly glances at him. "He clearly wants you too." Suddenly, the lights in the living room shut off, obnoxious, colorful disco lights filling different corners of the room. It's clear that the intention behind shutting off the lights was to get everyone to the highest level of hoe tonight, and it's working—

Hyunjin is dancing with Minnie, Soobin and Yeonjun are dancing with some other girls in your class.

Even Seungmin is pulling Chaery to the middle for a fun, platonic dance. 

"Go for it, dude." Yeosang says to Yunho, gently nudging his arm. "She'll be out there any second."

"Y/N come out here!" Chaery yells, pulling you deeper into the dance floor with Seungmin. You know she's plotting on getting you closer to Yunho because the two of them are only an arms-length away from where Yeosang, Yunho and Mingi stand. You laugh and dance around with your bestfriends anyway, until you feel a hand gently grab at your wrist and pull you from the crowd. You turn to see Yunho smiling, pulling you flush to his body before grabbing your hips. Mingi is focused on his dance with one of the seniors, leaning back against the wall as she works her ass against him, while Yeosang is pursing his lips together to prevent himself from smiling at you and Yunho dancing together.

And Seonghwa? He shouldn't give a fuck, but he does. Especially when he sits on the random bar stool and catches you having fun with Yunho [out of all fucking people], his girl for the night whining for his attention in between his legs. The worst part is that Yunho can fucking dance.

The sly motherfucker has gigs and can keep up with your rhythm. Since when?

It looks so natural for the two of you to be all up on each other like this, and it makes Seonghwa so fucking annoyed, slightly sick to his stomach even. How the hell was he gonna lose his main chick over Jeong Yunho? 

But, you could care less about what he has to think. Right now, all you can think about is Yunho giving your hips a squeeze, fingers hooked into the belt loops of your skirt as he dances against you and works with your rhythm. What a turn on. 

After a couple of songs, it's transitioning into yet another song and you're worked the fuck out. You turn to face him, giggling as he keeps you close and rests his hands around your hips. 

"Thanks for the dance." You tell him in his ear, hand resting on the nape of his neck.

"Are you staying for awhile?" He asks, pulling back slightly just to read your expression.

"I was, but I don't mind leaving early." He looks at you again, a small smile on the corner of his lips.

"Wanna get outta here then? I'm kinda over it." You chuckle and nod.

"Let me just tell Chaery." You look over at Yeosang, who is still observing the party with another friend of his. "What about Yeosang?" Yeosang hears you and shakes his head with a smile on his face, deciding he'll be home later just to give you and Yunho some alone time. 

"No, it's alright. I'm gonna stay and catch up with more people." He lies. You nod, hand laced with Yunho's as you navigate the crowd and gently pull Chaery by the arm. She waves happily at Yunho before she's dipping forward to hear what you have to say.

"I'm gonna head out early." Her eyes widen before she squeals.

"Oh my god! Yes! Be safe, okay?" She points at Yunho. "You better take care of her or I'm chopping your shit off, for real." He winces.

"Yeah, don't worry. I got her."

"See you later!" 

"Or not, don't come home! That's fine, too!" Seungmin drunkly adds, making you roll your eyes as you both continue to through the crowd and out of the house.

"Thank god." He says the moment you two step out of the door and get hit with the fresh, evening air. You chuckle as you make your way out of the front yard and out onto the street, finally feeling free from suffering at a crowded, stuffy frat party.

"I wasn't expecting you to be here." You look down at your hands still clasped together. As the cold hits, you're realizing you're still quite drunk and Yunho is too. He's much more talkative and giggly tonight. You like it.

"I wasn't either." He chuckles. "But Yeo and Mingi.."

"They did a lot to convince you, it seems." He shrugs.

"That. And, maybe the fact that I knew you were coming?" You shoot him a look before smiling down at the ground.

"You know you don't have to use the party as an excuse to hang out with me more, right?" 

"I don't know, you're a really pretty girl who has a really busy schedule. Thought it was a good way to sneak myself in a bit more outside of school and friends." You snort and nod.

"Yunho, I like your company. We can always hang out. You don't have to subject yourself to this mess."

"Eh, I'd say it was still worth it." You giggle.

"So, where are we going?"

"Down the street and back to my place?" He asks nervously. "If that's okay with you, of course. There's really no intention behind it, and I know you wanted to see my place, so I just—"

"I'd like that." He smiles. God, the fucking boldness spewing out of him right now— who is he?

"Okay." The walk is back up the hill, super quick and nothing too treacherous. Though, it seems like it lasts for 5 seconds when you're holding Yunho's hand and listening to him talk about everything he's observed at the party. He's making you laugh so much that you don't even remember the last time you had a stomach ache from someone telling you their party experiences. Everything is just so natural with Yunho, you can't help but accept the fact that your feelings for him do grow every second you're near him.

"Oh my god, I think I got a workout from that walk alone." He chuckles as he unlocks his door and steps aside to let you in.

"Good, at least our workout is covered for the weekend." You look around at the apartment. It's bare, but it's clean. They have a couch with a coffee table in the living room and a good sized tv. The kitchen is spotless, with a few containers of protein and Shaker bottles lying around the counter [thanks to Yeosang] and some bread and fruits off to the side.

"Wow, it's cozy and clean." Yunho chuckles.

"We try to keep it clean." He looks at you with glossy, drunk-dazed eyes. "And guess what? It's really hard." You snort.

"I beg to differ. You and Yeosang do a good job." He pops into the fridge and flashes a water bottle.

"Well, that's always good to hear." He laughs a bit. "Need some water?"

"Please." He smiles as he hands you the bottle in his hand. You both take a good gulp or two before Yunho starts to slowly walk down the hallway. 

"Quick tour - Yeosang's room, my room." He smiles. "End of tour." You laugh.

"Thank you for that." 

"Do you wanna hang out in my room or out here? It's up to you, I don't mind either way. Just want you to be comfortable." He says. You point to his door and he simply nods. He swings the door open to his room and it almost surprises you how neat it is inside. You're only peering in from the hallway though, carefully taking steps into his room before you're fully in his space, eyes wandering from wall to wall. He has a drawer against one wall, with a few figurines lining the top surface. He has a corner desk with two monitors, probably to help with his gaming [you assume; Seungmin and Soobin have been trying to do this setup for ages], and a good sized bed that has its navy sheets neatly fixed. His room isn't entirely huge, so it's obvious he's tried to utilize his space as much as possible.

"I feel like I'm intruding in your space, though." You say as you continue to eye his room. Yunho comes behind you, watching as you observe the surroundings.

"Trust me, you're not." He says softly from behind. You feel his presence close in on you from behind, chest almost grazing your back. "You can relax." He chuckles a bit, hoping it'll help you feel a little better. And he thinks it works, especially when you start to walk towards his drawer and carefully run your hand across his figurines and special edition funko pops. They were mostly given to him throughout the years by his older cousins. The gifts will always be special to him, especially now that they've all moved to various places around the world and he rarely ever sees them anymore. 

"Do you collect these?" Your eyes are still on the figurines while Yunho follows behind. He shakes his head as if you can see him.

"Not really, my cousins gifted me those."

"Sweet." You glance at him with a small smile. Then, your attention darts to the random pile of photos sitting at the corner. Your hands almost get ahead of themselves, beginning to reach over to grab them when you pause— "Pictures?" You look at him with that doe-eyed look again and he melts a bit.

"I found them while cleaning out a few things. It's mostly with my cousins and—"

"Baby Yunho with mom?!" You raise up a picture, one that has baby Yunho in a hat, striped t-shirt and shorts. He's sitting on the lap of who you presume is his mother, throwing up a thumbs up with a huge, hearty smile. "You are so cute, look at you!" He blushes, but he takes the photo from your hand and snags the others before you can see anything else embarrassing. 

"Uh, yeah. That's mom. I need to get a frame for these, but until then—"

"Let me see the others!" You pout, trying to reach for the others in his hand. He raises it, laughing at your effort when he's damn near as tall as the Salesforce Tower in SF. It's so adorable, and so, so endearing that you want to see this so badly. "Yunho, hey." You whine. "That's not fair. I wanna see baby Yunho with his cousins."

"You will, once I frame them and make it look more presentable." You give him an unsure look and he smiles. "Promise." You huff and scrunch your nose. "You're really, really cute, you know that?"

"If you think this is gonna make me forget about it, it's not gonna work Jeong Yunho." You look up at him as he closes the distance between you two.

"Oh, it's not?" He teases, his face dipping down towards you in an angle that'll make it so easy for him to just kiss you, indulge in you, right at this moment.

"Mm, no." You subtly bite onto your bottom lip, but Yunho catches it. There's a small pause, some silence sitting in the air while Yunho's eyes are darting to your features— the mole near your bottom eye lid, long, thick lashes, plump lips.

Yeah, he wants to kiss you.

"Y/N?" He breaks the silence first.

"Mhm?" His lips only a mere inches away from yours at this point and it's obvious where this is going. God, you can't wait.

"Is it okay if I..?" You nod quietly as Yunho leans in to meet your lips. At first, the kiss is soft, sweet. He only pulls back to quickly read your expression, but it doesn't last for long when you're pulling him by the shirt for another kiss. This time, it's deeper. There's hunger, there's need, there's want. Yunho quickly drops the photos back on top of the drawer before cupping your cheeks. His tongue lines your bottom lip before inserting it in, a small whimper leaving your mouth when his tongue starts to dance around with yours. You push him back so that he plops onto his bed, boldly climbing onto his lap without a care in the world as you continue to messily make out with him. The quick moment you release your lips from his, he's chasing after your bottom lip— gently sucking onto it and biting it before pulling back. One hand is at your waist, fingers starting to hook onto the belt loop of your skirt when he feels you subtly grind against him. He lets out a breath while the other hand gently squeezes at your thigh before coming up to cup your cheek. He kisses you on the lips once more before he trails down your jaw, feeling your hips working against him as you let out small moans. 

Your skirt is barely doing justice to cover you at this point, and it's driving Yunho crazy.

But, that's what brings him back to reality. Though it's hard as fuck to fully come back down from cloud nine, he doesn't wanna do this the wrong way. He wants to take you out first, wants to treat you properly and have your first time [if ever] naturally occur— not a drip of intoxication. You were worth much more than that, and he was not trying to be another Park Seonghwa who solely treated you like an object, a 'prized' possession; another body he could add to his list.

"Wait, wait." He whispers near your ear after prying his lips off of your jaw. 

"What's wrong?" You look at him with some sort of fear, or worry. Yunho immediately shakes his head in response because there's nothing wrong with you; he just wants to do right by you.

"As much as I really, really wanna do this right now, I wanna do things right with you." His eyes land on yours as his thumb continues to caress your cheek. "Especially don't wanna be intoxicated if it ever gets to that point. Is that okay?" You give him a soft smile and nod.

"More than okay." 

"Okay." He comes in for another sweet, gentle kiss against your lips— one where he stays there for a bit before slowly pulling back. "I don't wanna mess this up."

"You won't, Yunho. You couldn't." You brush the hair out of his face before lazily wrapping your arms around his neck. His hands rest at your waist while he looks at you, eyes darting across every inch of your face.

God, you are so beautiful. So sweet, and so beautiful. 

Seonghwa is the biggest dumbass he has ever come across. But to each their own!

"Do you.. wanna make some pb&j sandwiches? Watch a movie while we lay down? Play a board game?" You giggle.

"Actually, a pb&j sandwich followed by a movie while laying down sounds amazing right now." 

"Okay, let's do it." He taps your waist. 

"Wait. Do you have clothes I can borrow and change into? Cause I definitely don't wanna lay down in this." He chuckles and walks to his drawer after the both of you get back on your feet. He hands you some shorts and a longsleeve, telling you to use whatever in the bathroom that you might need to freshen up. "Thank you." You plant a chaste kiss to his cheek before freshening up in his bathroom and changing into his clothes. You smile to yourself, smelling the scent of his detergent on the pieces of material, feeling how soft it is against your skin. 

When you walk out, Yunho is already toasting some bread while grabbing the peanut butter and jelly. You giggle as you place your clothes down in his room, slipping yourself onto the counter near him while he goes to work.

"Yunho, the peanut butter to jelly ratio is off." 

"No, it's not." He holds up the bread slice with a thin layer of jelly.

"It needs more jelly. You can still see parts of the bread cause there's not enough jelly." He laughs and nods.

"Okay, cutie. I'm on it." He adjusts the ratio until you're happily clapping and take the sandwich from him. You bite into it with so much satisfaction that Yunho can't help but be pleased with himself. You're happy. Here— with him and this sandwich.

"Hey." Yeosang suddenly walks through the door and slightly furrows his brows at the two of you laughing over pb&j sandwiches. You're sitting on the counter with Yunho now slotted in between your legs.

"Oh, hey! How was the rest of the party?" He shrugs and tosses his keys aside.

"Alright, I guess. You guys didn't miss out on much."

"Are Chaery and them still there?" He nods.

"Yeah, but they were getting ready to head out too." 

"Want a pb&j sandwich?" Yeosang laughs.

"I'm good. Thanks." He spots Yunho's clothes on you and prevents himself from smirking a bit too big. He doesn't know you too well enough to tease, plus he feels like he can't just flat out assume, so he keeps it to himself and bids you two farewell instead. "I'm gonna shower in a bit and head to bed. Fucking beat."

"Goodnight!" You and Yunho call out before he disappears into his room. You and Yunho giggle at each other as you continue to satisfy your drunchies before getting yourselves ready for the movie. The both of you settle on a true crime documentary for god knows why [definitely not shits and giggles], but as long as Yunho was around, you felt comforted enough. He hands you an extra toothbrush from his stash, reassuring you that he wasn't pressuring you to stay unless you really wanted to.

Which, you did.

It was late. You were comfortable in his clothes. Of course you'd fall asleep mid-documentary. Plus, Yunho wasn't gonna let you leave this late even if you lived across the lot. 

Once you and Yunho get more comfortable and clean up in the kitchen, he shuts off the lights and closes his door— leaving you to stand awkwardly in his room as you wait for him. He chuckles a bit and grabs his laptop off of his desk before nodding towards his bed.

"You can lay down, you know?" 

"It's your bed. You should pick which side you want first." 

"I'll hang out on the end so that the monsters don't come and get you in the middle of the night." You laugh and shake your head, slipping yourself near the wall after Yunho pulls his sheets back. He settles in right after, allowing you to snuggle against him as he sets the laptop on his tummy. "Are you okay?"

"You're comfy." He snorts a bit as the movie starts to play.

"Definitely gonna fall asleep."

"Am not." You whine.

"Probably 20 mins tops."

And Yunho's right, except it barely hits 20 minutes before he hears the soft snores against his chest. He smiles down at you before shutting off his laptop, setting it on the floor near his bed before adjusting his position so that the two of you were snuggled deeply under his covers.

He could get used to this, and he doesn't know if it's more of a good or bad thing right now.

But he doesn't ponder for long— setting a small kiss on the top of your head before shutting his eyes and letting the drowsiness take over.

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[simp-writer]

𝙰𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎, 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚃𝚎𝚗 𝚂𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜

𝑭𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒚𝒑𝒆: Headcannon 𝑼𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒑𝒊𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒔: 1.6k words 𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒓: Platonic, Angst, Fluff

Aventurine has been asked to seek therapy before and has attended it once, but is unwilling to go back. Why? Trusting someone with your deepest thoughts and darkest secrets are a great way to be taken advantage of. He has already learned his lesson once before. The "therapist" reported to his master at that time and it lead to something that he wishes he could forget.

Be careful raising your hands high when facing Aventurine. Waving to someone behind him? He squeezes his eyes shut for a moment before slipping the mask on. It is better to brace for the attack than to be caught off guard by it.

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Aventurine waits to eat when dining with someone he cares about. Eating with Ratio? He rambles on about his IPC work until he sees Ratio has eaten most of his food before he starts to eat. Being at a fancy dinner place with Topaz? He becomes a annoying younger sibling as Topaz tries to ignore him as she eats her food with a angry look on her face. He then smugly eats after she finished her food and she is talking about her own work now. Sharing a snack with Stelle/Caelus? He hands it over claiming he wasn't hungry.

Aventurine does this because his older sister did this before for him. She would claim she already ate or wasn't hungry while Kakavasha was getting fed just enough. He feels sad when looking at meals that he wishes he could share with his sister. So now, he looks out for the few people he cares about get fed before he himself eats.

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Aventurine use to use meds to help him sleep and calm whatever his thoughts were. His nightmares were and still are so vivid that he sometimes wonders if he is back as Kakavasha and his life as Aventurine is just one of his fever dreams. However, Aven has tried to end it before with his meds. His luck unfortunately came in handy as Ratio found him just as the meds were kicking in so he was rushed to the hospital. HIs current medication is much weaker[for his own safety] and his cake cats have learned to hide his bottles when he is showing signs of a very low day. During these days, the cake cats are more willing to be touched and held. They sit by his side to lull him to sleep with their purring.

♠♣♥♦

Birthdays are one of Aven's friends more stressful days. To be specific, his sister's and his own birthdays. Why? Well he has gone ghost before and spirals a lot. These days bring out the darkest thoughts in him so someone always manages to hide anything dangerous in his house before and on these days.

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Static is all Aventurine hears at times. More so in loud and crowded places of where he has to deal with IPC people or their associates. He couldn't handle loud places at first and would have a panic attack of sort. Now, it is all static for him. The voices, their faces, and whatever they are telling him that he doesn't see as important.

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Aventurine has tried to own different pets before, but stayed with the cake cats. They are a reminder that someone cares for him despite everything that happened between them. Stelle/Caelus and Ratio own a set of keys to one of Aventurine's spare homes. He said they could use these places as safe houses and this is also because he trusts them a lot.

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Aventurine often finds sticky notes in his house. Moreso after Stelle/Caelus stay over for any reason. They vary from "I ate the last cookie. Plz buy more mister man!" to "Congrats on waking up! +20 exp!" They are a way for them to show that they care for Aventurine since they aren't that good seeing behind his mask nor the cracks in it so they just hope their silly notes help him out. The hardest hitting one is the ones he finds in the bathroom and on the mirror which is "Vasha you are still you! No more depresso expresso today!" His cake cats have sticky notes on them sometimes that say "We love you very much mister man!" or "These fellas love you Aven!" to "They are here for you while we aren't there!"

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Aventurine's cake cats act as his caretakers at sometimes. They manage to drag the snacks he has laying around to wherever he is laying to make sure he eats. They also cry out for food when Aventurine doesn't get out of bed so he can start his day. Aventurine gets out of bed at shocking speed when he hears them cry for food. He knows about his cake cats plan but who is he is go against his dear pets?

Aventurine has to be the one to give touch before he allows himself to receive it. This is another one of his things and his need for some control. If someone were to touch him unprompted[as to clean something off his suit or they do it because they want to], he has a million thoughts run through his mind as his face stays calm. His train of thought is "What did I do wrong?" to "Did I forget to do something?" before he comes back to reality and acts like normal.

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His showers are unhealthily hot. To the point where his skin is painfully red afterwards for hours on end. While showering, he scratches at his neck and other parts of his body while showering to the point he draws blood and has nearly torn the skin off from those spots. He ignores the fact he is actively hurting himself while showering as he rationalizes it in his mind that he deserves it.

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Aventurine is only thankful for his luck a few times in his life. One of hose times is when he found a jewelry piece belonging to his sister. He assumes that his sister sold it to get him food as he vaguely remembers his sister coming home looking sad one day but had a lot of food with her. Finding the person who had it as a Stoneheart was laughably easy. It was in the hands of a jewelry shop owner. He bought it from her and is keeping it in his main home. It is often sat in a jewelry box that he had crafted from his memory that his sister mentioned one time. He doesn't take it outside his home and only wears it inside when he wants to feel closer to his sister.

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He spends several months when he has free time for any reason trying to recreate dishes from Sigonia-IV. He mostly relies on memory and whatever information he manages to buy from people. The dishes are still not completely how he likes it but he is happy with the outcome. He has failed making the dishes many times and has a breakdown after enough failures because he imagined his sister and mom would be here to help him out in making these dishes. When he does get it right, or close to right, he cries as he eats it. Making the dishes can take him weeks on end depending on the dish, if the ingredients are still existing, or how complex it is.

♠♣♥♦

Aventurine has a mental list on what to not gamble no matter how fun he wants to make the deal. One, any items he managed to find or save from his family. Two, his very fragile friendships with Topaz, Ratio, and Stelle/Caelus. He considers these things off the table. He may tease Topaz, annoying the living shit out of Ratio, and laugh at Stelle/Caelus awful gacha luck. These people are some of the most important in his life. He has joked about gambling them up before [while slightly tipsy] but he won't do it. Blamed on Ratio by Aventurine, he has also a large rubber duck collection. He has several rubber ducks based on his friends and even some based off the Penacony cartoon characters. He takes Topaz out for shopping trips of which he wish he could have experienced with his sister. He sends Ratio and Trailblazer gifts on the daily which mostly are joke gifts. He only wishes he saw the face Ratio had when he called him up about sending him a snack in a can trick. Pom-Pom is unimpressed with this as they have to clean up the Trailblazer's room after they open another large hord of packages and watch them torment the other Express members.

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His cake cats have no official names. On vet documents, there are names for them but he hasn't told anyone what it is. He calls his cake cats names based off cards, Monopoly Go properties, his families names, or anything he finds interesting that day. These cats are treated better than himself as they are one of the few things to help him stay on the rails of life. ♠♣♥♦

Hallucinations are very common for Aventurine to deal with. He mostly has them when he is super tired or when he is waking up after passing out from a long week. One of his more recent ones was him returning home to his family. His father, reading the newspaper, waved him in and patted his back while telling him about how proud he is of him. His sister, who was stirring a pot, came out from the kitchen and into the living room. She held his face and gave him a forehead kiss while hugging him. His mother called them into the kitchen as she had them sit on the counter. His mother ruffled his hair as she began to go on about what she was making.

Aventurine only snapped out of it when he heard his cake cats "mrrrroooow" while biting his pant leg. He blinked twice as his family's image faded away and his home returned to feeling cold as winter itself. He just laid his head down and softly cried to himself. He knows they are just hallucinations, he knew it the moment he walked in the door. He can't help it though. He wants his family here so he indulges in the illusion for the moment.

[delilahcalicocat]

♠︎•~Sweetheart~•♣︎

{Rating: Smut}

{Warnings: Unprotected Sex, Rough Sex, Choking Kink, Oral Sex, mentions of crying, Use of Handcuffs and a Gag, Swearing, Hair pulling, Master/Princess Dynamic, Mentions of Blood/Injury}

{Pairing: Cody Rhodes x Fem!Reader}

♥︎《Summary: Y/N is in for it after Cody gets attacked by the Rock on Smackdown, She knows she'll have to be carried out of the house tomorrow..》♥︎

It was 8:17pm, Cody had just finished his segment. The rock had come out and cracked his face, his nose was bloody. Y/N sat backstage in Cody's Locker room.

Awaiting her beloved boyfriend.

He whipped open the door with Force, the title falling off his shoulder

"Let's go you little slut. Master needs to release some anger." He said, Dragging you towards the exit by the wrist.

You had a hold of his title in your left hand while he dragged you by your right wrist.

He for a lack of a better word, hurried you into the car.

As you sat in the passenger seat, you looked around the front of the car. You noticed Cody's Knuckles turning a bone white color from how hard he'd been gripping the wheel. You decided to of course, let your hand wander to his thigh, squeezing it a little

"Not now Sweetheart, I want to stay focused on the road." He spoke

You decided to keep going, letting your hand travel to his boxers this time. At the red light, he decided to look at you.

You'd never acted like this before, but here you were. Literally sucking his cock at a red light in a car.

You tried to keep yourself hidden from other drivers, but you also didn't want to make Cody loose focus on the road. Since this was a risky game you were playing..

He would occasionally at every other red light, place his hand on your head. Grabbing handfuls of your (H/C) Hair.

"Fuck.. just like that princess.." He said, watching you Bob your head up and down

Right at the red light to turn, he came. You sat back up, and fixed your hair and he adjusted himself.

You sat with your head out the window for a few minutes since you needed a little breather after the stunt you just pulled..

"Sorry for how The rock acted.. Sir..." You spoke quietly

"You don't need to apologize princess, it's not your fault.. it's his fault." He said

You sighed and went back to looking out the window of the car

You didn't wish to act out anymore. You couldn't risk it with the ticking time bomb next to you, who was driving.

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You both arrived home finally, Cody wasted no time Dragging you into the house. He took you up the stairs and sat you on the bed.

"Princess, what toys do want me to use tonight?" He asked

"I mean, in my opinion. It's hot when you handcuff me and pin me to the bed" you spoke quietly

"Alright, I guess you want the Handcuffs and the gag tonight." He said, pulling out a light blue heart gag with a matching Fluffy handcuff set

You felt your gulp catch in your throat when he pulled the items out.

Next thing you know, your pinned down to bed as you mentioned before. Handcuffed and gagged as he fucked you into the mattress.

You put your face down so the mattress would muffle your screaming, until Cody grabbed your hair and pulled your face out of the mattress.

"Pl-Please... M-Master.. I'm g-gonna.." You weakly spoke through the gag.

"Hold it princess, I know you can. Be a good little girl." He commanded

You focused on something besides your impending orgasm, your legs began to feel fuzzy from how hard Cody had been fucking up into you.

"M-Master... Please... I'm gonna-" You tried to speak, but the gag cut you off

"A few more minutes princess, then you can cum" He said firmly

You felt the need to cry, but you couldn't. You would be in trouble with Cody.

He finally came, and you came after him..

Your legs were sore.. it was the 8th round of the night at that point. You couldn't do anything, Cody had you pinned down still.

You felt like he'd gone feral or something after that attack..

After multiple hours of sweat and tears, Cody and you snuggled after you cleaned up.

"I didn't hurt you, right princess?" He asked

You nodded and snuggled closer to his chest

You both then fell asleep

It was to your dismay, the next morning you found Cody's handprint around your throat, from when he was almost choking you, not really hurting you.

"Fuck.." You sighed, touching the print.

"Sweetheart? Oh.. shit.." He said noticing the print

"Hand me my concealer and foundation. I just gotta hope I don't sweat." You spoke

He handed you both items and you got to work covering the mark, you set it with some powder and then stood up.

You both walked out the door and to the car, now you just have to hope your special doesn't fall off your wrist since it's dirty..

"Daddy's Princess" and the inside... "Daddy's little cum slut" ..

Maybe you should've left it home..

[kultofkorii]

One Piece

Legend: ♠︎ = Fluff ♥︎ = Smut ♦︎ = Angst ♣︎ = Dark

⚫︎= Crack Fic

♦︎♠︎ jump for joy, buggy x spouse! reader: after four years of running, you can only hope that the universe will have mercy on you, and reunite you with the love of your life.

⚫︎ higher than a kite, strawhats x stoner! reader: short scenarios between the strawhat crew and their assassin who's always higher than the clouds.

♣︎♥︎ devour, sanji x obsessed! reader: gn! reader, the love you have for him is deep and might be concerning, but he doesn't have to know.

♥︎ such a tease - usopp x male! reader: after you tease usopp all day, he finally decided to do something about it.

♠︎ finer than wine - mihawk x kelton: after three failed attempts at taking mihawk on a date, kelton finally manages to get mihawk on a date. with the intention to show mihawk that he's serious about his feeling. Fic trade done with @loganwritesprobably

♠︎ anchored hearts - shanks x pearl: through the motivation of their daughter uta, shanks and pearl stop dancing around eachother and finally go on their long awaited date. Fic trade done with @frillsinadress

♠︎ old habit die hard - strawhats x gn! reader: Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, & Usopp. Strawhat men with an s/o, who picks at their acne/scars; and they do whatever they can to help them try to break the habit. [self indulgent]

♣︎ too tight, too much - yandere! luffy x strawhat! reader: you felt like a burden to the strawhat pirate who constantly grew stronger by the day, especially Luffy. So you decided to do them a service by leaving the crew, little did you know Luffy doesn't like to let go.

♣︎ binding shots - yandere! zoro x bartender! reader: zoro couldn't get enough of the drinks you served, but he couldn't get enough of you even more.

[coffee-and-tea-time]

🂠 ♣ ♦ ♥ ♠ 🂠 Tea party menu🂠 ♠ ♥ ♦ ♣ 🂠

Coffee speaking! Tea speaking! Twins speaking!

We have a various kinds of tea, chai latte is my personal favorite tho

Come on Dear, take a sit with us in this tea party! If you rather coffee, of course we have!

We have a lot of little treats to share with you as well!

Maybe is someone's happy not-birthday? oh, its our not-birthday too!

So, tell us, what do you wish to have?

🍅 Fruit salad:

INTRO POST (english)

INTRO POST (spanish)

MC example (we never would be too specific to make it for averyone!)

🍋 Lemon:

edit! Not really bullys

human! Lemon + silly edit

wish I was your safe space

🍓 Strawberry:

edit! Not really bullys

🍈 Melon:

Sweet sweet rain

🍏 Green Apple:

edit! Not really bullys

🍍 Pineapple:

edit! Interruption

better that sleeping pills

➤ keep pretending

➤ Say something

do you notice?

human! Pin

🫀Lovesick!:

You need a proper care, Dear (Lovesick! Doctor)

Can't you stay longer? (Lovesick! Patient x Reader.)

💐 Hanahaki killer:

Imagine if hanahaki isn't a sickness but a serial killer

❄️ Backrooms:

liminal space single daddy introduction post

🏪 The yandere shop:

welcome to the shop! What are you looking for?

Sneak peek of the first encounters

Out of the menu, still the choice (the seller post)

You choose... me? (Grier post)

Oh, I could hear you for a lifespan and more

Angelo fanart and reaction!

🎪 Circus:

Why being a side character when you can have the spotlight?

✨ Specials

Halloween special 🎃 (2024)

April fool's 🃏 (2005)

💌 Personal asks, love and Q&A:

Love from Sakuras

Welcome 🧸 anon and 🍰 anon!!

The links always cracks... thanks for letting us now!

Love from 🧸 anon

Love from mysterious anon

First Q&A

Oh, and if you don't find that little something you're searching for...

You can always sit and ask/sugest us, dont be shy, Dear. Although we express differently, we share our only braincell.

So come sit with us and enjoy this little tea party we prepared for you, with all the sweets and the sours too!

Ah, last but not least, english isn't our first language, probably you all will find weird things in my posts lol, y si prefieren leer algo en español, también pueden pedirnos usarlo si hacen un ask, acá está el intro post en español.

Our beloved neighbors that come to celebrate their not birthday with us! (anon list):

🧸 anon

🍰 anon

🥞 anon

Do you also want to celebrate your not birthday? Of course, come with us, my brother makes the best brownie ever, you should try it!

[senku-ishigami-official]

Hey Senku... So...

If perhaps, like, clearly hypothetically, we accidently made a crack in space and time and the multiverse as a whole and now people can communicate with other versions of themselves, would you take the chance?

-♦♣♠♥

Sure. Multiverse Senku might have to come to me though because I'm a little busy rn but if he wants to help me with the progress of humanity then I welcome him with open arms

[brain-palace]

Notes: This post is created as an archive for myself so I can easily find the fics I love. If you're looking for something new to read feel free to have a look I recommend everything here. I read many different characters/universes, so I'll list them all so you don't waste time looking at something that isn't relevant to you. If you find something you like please show the fics and their authors some love! Also, this is a long post!

Disclaimer: None of the works below belongs to me unless it explicitly says so. © - All rights reserved to the authors. If a fic does not have a name I will make one up for the sake of archival purposes.

Characters/Universes TWD (The walking dead) - Daryl & Rick | Criminal Minds - Hotch & Ried | Stranger Things - Eddie, Steve, Billy | MCU - Peter Parker | Peakcy blinders - Tommy, John, Arthur, Alfie | The devil all the time - Arvin russel | Sherlock

Key ➸ Angst ☁ | Fluff ♡ | Crack ❈ | On-going ✎ | Completed ✓ | Smut 🔞 |

Daryl Dixon (TWD) ↴ Series ↴

Spitfire | by @rfsak2 | OC (Original character) | "Everyone always thought Daryl was the rough one." | ✎

Close to home | by @paintyoureyeswithavividmind | "When a run goes poorly and Daryl is separated from his group, a stranger and her companion help get him out of a sticky situation. Little does Daryl know this stranger is much closer to home and his life is going to get a bit more complicated" | ✎♡ ☁

Return | by @daryl-dixon-daydreams | "Daryl loses Y/N when they head into Atlanta to rescue Beth. Her absence colours his years until they find each other again." | ♡ ☁ ❈ ✎

Till dead do us part | by @xwritingdixonx | "Daryl Dixon hasn't seen his wife in 3 years until he strolls through the gates of Alexandria. Reunited with his love and his family, he should feel peace, tranquillity, warmth. Instead, he's faced with confusion, shock, and heartache. Just like so many others put through the abuse and torment of the world, it changes people. Twists your mind, makes all your morals disappear. The kind waitress, the brave bartender, Georgia's delight, Mrs. Dixon. Now, mother of nothing - daughter of rage. The whore of Alexandria. A conqueror with tits. Why can't the Blackwell family get a word in before the people of Alexandria point fingers and create storybook titles? It's finally your turn to talk and Daryl's turn to listen." |

Oneshots ↴

The regulars | by daryl-dixon-daydreams | "Based on watching your interactions, Daryl thinks you, a bartender at a local dive, may actually have a thing for his older brother Merle, but a series of events at the bar may begin to show him otherwise" | ♡

All I'm living for | by @alldevilsharehere90 | "Just when you finally got the man you wanted, another surprise could threaten your relationship, especially when a herd of walkers is almost at your doorstep." | ☁ ♡

Old childhood fools | by @r66dus | "Drunk Daryl and y/n fooling around at the CDC" | 🔞

♠ ♤ ♣ ♧

Rick Grimes (TWD) ↴ Series ↴

The Claim | by @woman-of-balnain | Despite everything that’s going on, despite the world going to shit, despite wanting to stay on Hershel’s good side, despite his marriage falling apart, despite the way he knows he’s broken… despite it all, Rick can’t fight how badly he wants you. | 🔞✓

Undone in sorrow | by woman-of-balnain | "Finally coming face to face with Negan threatens the ties that bind your relationship with Rick together. After that first meeting, the two of you try to pick up the broken pieces of one another and become whole again." | ☁ 🔞

The nurse | by @itsgrimeytime | " Before all this, you were a nurse. A nurse who had patients, one of which was a man in a coma. A sheriff, you think, it was all kinda fuzzy now. When it all went sideways, you set up what you could for the man - but had to leave. You'd always wondered where he'd ended up; until in your search for shelter, you run into a familiar face" | ✎♡ ☁

Magnolia in May | by itsgrimeytime | "Your town was small, not the smallest you knew, but anyone of high fortune was the gossip of the week. Predictably, Richard Grimes was a thing of whispers -rumours of a search for marriage among the grassy hills. You weren't one to buy into town gossip, but something about him... just seemed a little too intriguing." | ✎♡ ☁

Swear | by @daryandricky | "Shane tells reader that Rick didn't make it after the hospital was overrun, causing reader to travel with her former military brother to find somewhere safe." | ✎♡ ☁

Oneshots ↴

The life we could have had | by itsgrimeytime | "Rick knows you're gone, he does. He just keeps seeing you in everything" |

Everything I wanted | by @bloatedandalone04 | "The one where both you and rick are really bad at communicating your feelings." |

♠ ♤ ♣ ♧

Peter Parker (MCU) ↴ Oneshot ↴

Stacked against you (tasm)| by @delicate-dorothea | "Summary: You confront Spider-Man about his true identity, manila envelope style (literally)." |❈

No chance (tasm) | by @spider-stark | "Thinking he has no chance with y/n as himself, Peter begins approaching them as Spider-Man." |

Are you busy (tasm)| by @luveline | "You’re worried you don’t know how to kiss. your best friend Peter offers to teach you how among other things" | ♡

In the real world | by luveline | "You notice something about Spider-Man during a violent villain showdown, then you have to save his life."

White lies, red & blue tights (tasm) | by @t-lostinworlds | "You and Peter accidentally dressed up in the same costumes for Halloween. But he was not wearing a costume, it was his suit. You simply didn’t know that your favorite superhero and your boyfriend were the same. Who would’ve thought that seeing you in red and blue would be the breaking point of his lies" | ♡

Question (tom)| by @waitimcomingtoo | "Peter accidentally sends you mixed signals when he kisses you for the first time then stands you up" | ♡ ☁

It was fun, being 21 (tom)| by @loverwebs | "In which your boyfriend, Peter Parker, doesn't make it to your birthday dinner. So you walk home alone, only to run into the city's friendly neighborhood Spider-Man." | ♡ ☁

Series ↴

Infinitely you (all of them) | by spider-stark | "In every universe you are the one person Peter Parker will always love more than anything; unfortunately, he always realizes it too late. Now that they've been granted a second chance none of them are willing to miss out on finally making things right." | ☁ ♡ ✎|

The red string | by @never--doubt | "Once a year, everyone over a certain age can see the Red String of Fate that connects them to their soulmate. This year, Peter Parker is ready to find his soulmate, be with them. But the question is…is his soulmate ready?" |

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Steve Harrington (ST) ↴ Series ↴

Nail to the coffin | by @thetargaryenbride | "Y/N Byers wondered what would end up being the death of the small town she lived in. She never expected that the last nail on the coffin would be hammered by monsters from another dimension who would end up hunting down her friends and family one by one…" | ☁

You deserve each other | by @bimrwolf | "You and Steve have been together for five years. He's seemingly the perfect boyfriend, kisses on the cheek, knowing your orders at the restaurant. A great lover. Too bad you've had enough can't stand him." |

Oneshots ↴

The way you call me "Baby" | by @forevermoreharrington | "Steve’s been so patient with his girl but he just can’t take it anymore and neither can she" | 🔞

Love on the brain | by @vendettaparker | "You suffer from a bad case of pregnancy brain, leaving Steve to hover over you, much to your annoyance." | ♡

Almost Got It | by @mentalpolaroids | "She’s a barista at a coffee shop and always screws up Steve’s name on purpose" | ♡

Tainted Love | by @megxplryxb | ☁ ♡

Tornado warnings | by @harringtonwebs | "You and Steve had a very intense relationship now that you're up, hates to see you with someone new." |

I will always be right there | by @familyvideostevie | "you come first. you’re always my first choice." | ♡

Tell me again | by @appocalipse | "Would you stop stuffing your face with candy for one moment and listen?" |

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Eddie Munson ↴ Oneshot ↴

Mechanic Eddie | by @whoahoney | "Reader’s shit box car pooped out on her once again, but at least the cute new mechanic seems eager to help." | ♡

Say you love me | by @marianita195 | "Based on the TikTok trend where girls don’t say “I love you” back to their boyfriends. " | ♡ ❈

Bookworm | by @corroded-hellfire | "Eddie has a thing for the local bookworm he just doesn't show it in the best way." | ☁ ♡

I'm Eddie - Eddie Munson | by @cosmal | "Your father finds Eddie in your room in the middle of something. eddie's a smug bastard." |

His glasses | by @pedgito | "Eddie in his glasses is just adorable" |

Grand Gesture | by appocalipse | "catching feelings for your best friend was never in your plans. when you start distancing yourself from him to protect your heart, eddie vows to do everything in his power to keep it forever." | ♡

Never Kissed | by cosmal | "eddies first date with you doesn't go how he'd planned and he hadn't even expected a kiss. still, you kiss him because you want to."

Series ↴

Worlds Apart | by @munsons-maiden | "You’re the only survivor among the Mind Flayer’s victims, thanks to your friends - but after the Battle of Starcourt, you find yourself adrift in a sea of nightmares. Until an encounter in the woods with Eddie The Freak Munson offers an unexpected lifeline and turns your world upside down." | ☁ ♡

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Spencer Ried (CM) ↴ Oneshots ↴

Passive Agressive | by @ddejavvu | "Spencer’s stressed, and he takes it out on you. You’re sure it would have hurt far worse if he’d shouted, but instead, he broke you down bit by bit, his cold demeanour leaving you crying in your car." | ☁ ♡

Tactic Admissions | by @almostgenerallyalways | "Spencer lands in the hospital, and you have to come clean with yourself." | ☁ ♡

Days off with Spencer | by @justmyheart | ♡

Back to you | by @radiant-reid | "Spencer never thought she would love him the way he loves her, but he also never thought she would come back from the dead" | ☁ ♡

No hair for you, devil! | by @thyme-in-a-bubble |

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Aaron Hotchner (CM) ↴ Oneshots ↴

Self-Made | by @her-storybooks | "The BAU gets a visitor who tares through the bullpen and leaves everyone in puddles of mush and exploded hearts." | ♡

Good for him | by @ptersparkers | "Aaron loves you. he hopes his son loves you as much as he does." | ♡

Better than morphine | by her-storybooks | "Broken Bone. When Y/N gets her leg broken by an UnSub, she clings to Aaron to help dull the pain." | ☁ ♡

Spontaneous phenomena | by @luveline | "Hotch touches your face much more than a boss should. Or, 5 times you have a nosebleed +1 time Hotch does." | ☁ ♡

Old man problems | by @hoe4hotchner | "Can you possibly write an imagine where Hotch pulls his back on a case, and the fem'reader offers to help him work it out in a friendly way because she was once a licensed massage therapist? Aaron of course is hesitant but gives in and allows it. But it gets heated" | ♡

Sweeter than fiction | By @hotchgirlsummer | "The bau decides to throw a small birthday party for Hotch. the reader is tasked with baking a cake, could this be their chance to express feelings?" |

A solitary mistake | by luveline | " You're not sure you're ready to come back. Hotch has total faith in you. Or, your transition back into the team after your abduction doesn't go as smoothly as you'd hoped." |

I'm Sorry | by @14buddy22 | "Aarons been treating you differently lately" | ☁

New mom | by @marvelslut16 |

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Thomas Shelby (PB) ↴ Series ↴

Challenge of a name | by @gypsy-girl-08 | "Y/N is new to Birmingham, she works at an accountant firm. In this part, The Shelby’s arrive at her office to pick up their accounts, where she meets Thomas for the first time. She was in a long-term relationship and is recently single, having moved for a fresh start. Still recovering from the split, she has no intention of meeting anyone else."

Tachipen | by @zablife | "With the flip of a coin, Tommy makes a deal to bring a 20 year old gypsy girl into the Shelby clan. Considering her too young to marry, he employs her as a nanny. When tragedy strikes, he’s forced to confront the truth he has always known." |

Angst | by @murphyoclock | "Your and Tommy's argument gets out of hand when you provocatively try to make him jealous at his charity party." | ☁

Oneshots ↴

Peaky caps and razorblades | by @acewritesfics | "y/n helps Tommy sew his blades into his cap." | ♡

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John Shelby (PB) ↴ Oneshots ↴

Just play along | by @runnning-outof-time | "When the person who (Y/N) feels has been following her gets a little too close for comfort, she makes a quick decision that involves John Shelby and some good acting...or maybe no acting at all." |

Red lipstick | by @kkurades | "You feel flattered when charlie shelby asks to marry you while your husband feels like he could strangle his nephew" |

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Alfie Solomon (PB) ↴ Oneshots

A very Shelby Christmas | by @cillmequick | "Alfie and his sassy little wife find themselves in the midst of the Shelby clan for Christmas because Alfie’s sister is in a relationship with Tommy." |

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Steddie (ST) ↴ Oneshots

Cookies and consoling | by @mangchai | "After a hard day, you return home to your boyfriends who want to cheer you up." | ♡

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Billy (ST) ↴ Oneshots ↴

Bartender Billy | by @billysbabyy |

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Arvin Russel (TDATT)↴ Oneshots ↴

Mockingbird | by waitimcomingtoo | "Arvin joins a book club just to see you but has to pretend to be your boyfriend to stay"

Notes: This post only contains all longer fics I will be creating a separate post for shorter fics/ i.e. headcanons, imagines, drabbles and scenarios that I love. The link to that will be here → The little things.

[aphroditesmoon]

sea, swallow me (part III)

jacaerys velaryon x fem!velaryon!reader

part 4

summary: when jacaerys finally meets the hidden bastard of corlys velaryon, he loses interests in his betrothed Baela and intends to make her aunt his, but are you really what your family has made you up to be?

warnings: this fic is inspired by the movie 'song of the sea', CANON DIVERGENCE, slowburn, aged up jace (18 yrs old), reader has selective mutism (she CAN talk), reader is 5 years older than jace, selkie! reader, reader's race is NOT specified(adopted!reader), cursing, nsfw content in future chapters,typical ASOIAF sexism, typical asoiaf targcest.

a/n:

taglist: @marytargaryen , @cdragons , @libdarkheart , @bellstwd , @dianxiaxiexie

@cumslutforaemond , @mariaelizabeth21-blog1

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“Will you not say goodbye to your father?” Corlys had not even an ounce of guilt in his eyes. You shook your head as a no, receiving his predictable sigh.

“Come here.” He pleads. You give in and walk into his arms. He held you like he’s about to lose you for good. I’m coming back, you wanted to tell him. But your pride won the best of you. “No matter what happens, or how much you’ve grown to hate or tire of me, you will always-’’ he leaned closer to your temple as he whispers, “-be my daughter.” I could never hate you. When you pulled away slightly, you notice how hies eyes stray from you towards the large ship, specifically towards Daemon and Rhaenyra.

He gives you one last look, a certain graveness in his face that is now devoid of his usual small smile. “Come back to me safely.” You nod in a promise, untangling your hand from his as you turn the awaiting Rhaena, smiling as brightly as the sun.

She gives you a thumbs up as you reach her. “Finally, you will have the best time in Dragonstone, I’ll make sure of it.” She crosses her arm with yours, climbing up the ship. You spare one last glance towards your father, now face to face with Rhaenyra, probably giving her some sort of ‘don’t get her killed speech’.  “Grandsire acts like we’ll drown you the first chance we get once we reach home, it’s offending, truly.” You grinned at the younger girl, letting her rest her head on your shoulder for a minute before she jolts up again. She never was the one able to sit still.

“Baela, we have ourselves another woman on the ship!” Rhaena yells out to her sister who’s just arrived from behind the deck. “Auntie?” She asks sweetly, like she’s known you for ages. “I thought grandsire said no?” You winked at Baela who’s now by your left side.

“I made father ask again.” Rhaena grinned cheekily, earning a laugh from her sister. “And it worked? I thought father’s only good at pissing him off even more, that’s what Rhaenys said at least.” She only receives a shrug from the other girl, and so she dropped it.

“Well anyways, this is great, you know sometimes we’d get glimpses of fishes swimming, I’ve seen a dolpin once actually! We were 12, I think, Rhaena thought it was a mermaid.” A mute airy laugh escapes you at the information while Rhaena shoves Baela and tells her to shut up. “It’s always nice to sail around- unless you get seasick like Lucerys that is. Though I will have to warn you of a particular annoyance that’ll occur almost every minute once we’re off. It sounds a lot like this; ‘Oi! Get away from the edge, you could’ve fell you know? Oi! Stop breathing too hard at the water!’ “ Her accurate imitation of Jacaerys cracks a smile out of you as Rhaena decides to join in with her own imitations.

“ Oi! Mother said I’m in charge, that means no littering in the ship!” Baela turn her head to her side as she laughs hardly, hands clutching her chest. “ ‘How dare you disobey me, You’ll hear from mother!’ ” The three of you giggled to yourself, Rhaena already kneeling on the floor covering her face while you and Baela tried not to fall off the ship.

“Oi!” A familiar voice shouts suddenly, the sisters and you raise your heads to meet a confused Jacaerys standing before you.

You share a look with them and start to laugh again in his face. “Can you three at least stop leaning at the edge, we’re about to go.” His words are outrightly ignored as Baela points a finger at his face. “See, I told you.” She says to you, earning an incoherent lip movement from you. I know. You almost said. He’s about as identical as an annoying baby seal. You would know. Always yapping around.

“See what?” He asks desperately. The older girl just shook her head as she calmed down. “Nothing, see nothing.” She attempts to assure him, only deepening his frown. “I feel like you’re all ganging up againts me, which is insulting considering I’ve done nothing but-“

“- But be the most boring person in the whole world.” Rhaena completes his words, earning a glare. “I’m responsible, not boring.” The sisters groaned loudly at that and move to push him away towards another direction. “Hey! What’d I do?” You hear him ask as he’s being shoved away. “Go be a prissy prat somewhere else.” Baela responds. Your eyes wonder towards Daemon and Rhaenyra, further on your opposite, talking again in the same serious and boring old people manner. After fighting your own consciousness, you turn around to the sight of your home, and you let yourself risk crying in public as you search for your father at where he stood.

He was already walking away. I’m sorry. You should’ve said, even though you weren’t. I’ll miss you.

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It was a long journey, or maybe it wasn’t, maybe you just hadn’t been in sea for a long time.

You notice how Rhaenyra stares at you from time to time as you spend most of your time looking out the sea and below it. It was not malicious, or scrutiny. It was the kind of look that made her seem like she was searching for something on you. And she wasn’t exactly shy about it either, only smiling whenever you looked back.  Is it weird that you’re here? You finally ask yourself. You weren’t family, not really. But you felt like it with Rhaena and Baela. You felt them as your sisters, just like Laena was to you.

Another person whom you’ve noticed couldn’t keep his eyes from you was Jace.

In fact, you were sure the only thing stopping him from walking over and attempting a conversation was the girl by your side. Baela had went to sleep by a chair. You turn your head to the corner where Lucerys is huddled by, trying not to pass out after throwing up all afternoon. Giving a nudge at Rhaena, you cocked your head towards her betrothed. “Oh, at least he’s now throwing up anymore.” She says happily. You raise a brow. “Will you be fine alone?” She asks concerningly. You smile and mouthed to her ‘I’m not alone’, while beckoning to the ship crew and her family. She shares your smile and squeezes your hand before walking over to the boy, pulling him up slightly to help him.

How many seconds would he take? You ask yourself. 5,4,3,2- “Hello.” He’s leaning againts the ship on your left, stealing glances between you and the sea. “Hello.” You whisper, too low for him to hear, but he smiles and you wondered if he did hear it anyway.

“Are you having a good time?” He asks. You nod once, turning from the sea to his face. “Great.” He responds awkwardly. “That’s great…” You turn again towards the waters. After a moment’s silence, he speaks again; “Are you purposely not talking to me, because you don’t like me?” The bluntness in his tone almost makes you laugh. “Do not think yourself too greatly, Jacaerys. I do nothing for anyone else but myself.” You speak gently, a gift for his ears only. His grin, became only yours to see too. "My apologies then." His skin was reflecting the shine of the setting sun. Though you're not sure if it has anything to do with your fast beating heart every time his brown orbs shined from the light.

Neither of you had mentioned the other night. You wondered if he too stayed awake all night with the memory of how the other looked under the moon's glow. You flinched hard when your eyes caught sight of a moving creature under the deep blues. You hastened to look more closely, standing on your tiptoes now.

“What? What was it?” Jace asks worriedly, his hands immediately gripping your wrist in case you fall. The waves are empty as you remain watchful, until finally, It swims back up. Jacaerys himself leans closer to look when he hears you gasping loudly.

Your hands were quick to reach out from the far distance. As if you’re saying; Look! It came for me!

“It’s a seal- gods.” Jacaerys laughs in awe at the sight, watching as the sea creature swims closer before diving back into the deep waters. You grinned wildly at him, the joys you had felt was unspeakable. Did you see that? You wanted to ask him. Of course he did. He was there. He couldn’t understand why you were so happy to see it though. You haven’t been able to leave the confinements of your room in years, the sight of a seal had been enough to excite you. Of course it did.

The prince did not understand why you seemed to be so alive above the seas, but he needed you to look at him the way you just did for the rest of his life.

Your beauty is alien, not that you’re too different from other women, but the unearthly way you carry yourself with had sparked a hunger within him that he never realized was there to begin with. An emptiness he had been content with ignoring before, but now he’s sure there could be no other way to put it off but to satiate it. "Have you seen a seal before?" He inquires, in which you responded within eager nod. "Adorable aren't they? It's quite rare to catch sight of them this easy." You raised your brows and shrugged.

Could he live the rest of his life with that emptiness, or would he risk another glance on your way and move forward with the sealed fate that would come with it? He meets your gaze, and he realizes then, there was no choices left. His heart and mind have already decided since he first saw you. "You must've lured it here, with your voice." He teases, making you scoff and turn your head away. He would honestly believe that the animal had followed you blindly for your small laughs and whisper talks. For he had too.

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The first thing you noticed once the ship reached the dock, was how isolated the Dragonstone castle actually is. You’ve read of the island of the Blackwaters and yet it’s sight still sent shivers down your spine. Somehow the singularity of the castle only made it seem bigger.

“It looks like a scale.” You muttered to yourself. “A dragon scale, most accurately.” The prince quipped at your side. You hadn’t notice that he was still next to you. He spares a grin for you despite his obvious tiredness. making you smile yourself. The two of you follow after the elders and the rest of the tired children down the ship. A mental note to hide your obvious awe of the building was made once you notice the glances sent to you by the others. “Beautiful, Isn’t it?” Daemon asks, twisting his neck to give you a glance as he kept walking. You nod in agreement. It is beautiful. “I hope you’ll make yourself comfortable here, dear.” Rhaenyra adds with a polite smile, that you easily returned with your own. You part from Jacaerys’ side hesitantly, pretending not to see him watching you take your leave and move towardsRhaena as she helps you to an empty chamber near hers.

“I know it seems quite lonely here, but there’s quite a lot we can still do.” She exclaims positively. “You told me that you liked to read before?” You nodded. “Well, our library is huge, larger than grandsire’s I’d say actually. Father likes to read as well, he’s much more studious than he looks like.” She explains with a grin. You raised a brow as if to ask, what’s more?

“Welll…” She dragged, tilting her head up as she tries to think of something. “Ah! Chess, it’s a board game we often play in the library, I could teach you later” She says surely. “The boys like to practice their sword fighting outside in the morning, It’s quite fun to pick a side and turn it into a fight.” You frowned in distaste. Humans had weird humor and taste in enjoyment. You lift your head to see around the stunning place. Were the walls made of real Valyrian stones? At least that was what you’ve heard.

The room you were given was bigger than expected. The walls were covered in pale colored florals and the bed seems untouched. You liked it. Though you wouldn’t admit, that the lengthy space was making you feel small, and though it’s too late now, you were starting to miss the comforting and secure feeling of your smaller room back in Driftmark. You notice the windows and leave your clothes to be fixed upon by servants called by Rhaena. Thing but long curtains were all that covered the empty square inside the walls by your bedside. Pulling aside the curtains, a fleeting sense of joy filled you when you saw how you’ve gotten a direct view of the sea. The water here seemed vastly different to the ones at home. They seemed more blue, and it circled around the castle too. If you hadn’t already gotten used to loneliness, the way this castle was caged would’ve scared you. “Are you alright?” Rhaena asks after the servants have left, fluffing out your pillow. You walk over to her with a smile as an answer. Her eyes were already red from tiredness, and the way she hunched told you that she needed a good sleep to go with after a bath. “If you need anything, you can call for the guards and servants. I’m also very near, so you can come to me too.” She briefed quickly.

The two of you exchanged cheek kisses before she leaves to her chambers, and you to your newfound freedom. You make haste to your warm bath that was prepared earlier. The warm water soothed the straining ache in your fingers when you dipped them in. The way you had gripped the edge of the ship, it wasn’t surprising to you that they hurt. You climb inside the tub after ridding yourself of your dirty clothes, letting it envelope your body. As your back finally hit the end of the tub and your feet on the opposite, you start to wonder when exactly had water began feeling so foreign to you. You were the ocean’s child, but has the distance you’ve been keeping from it, made you less of the sea? You remembered the night you went for a swim, risking your own identity when Jace had found you. Would you ever get the chance to be who you really are after this?

It seemed not, unless you’re willing to take the risk of losing everything.

You rinsed yourself off after 15 minutes of soaking in the water. Dressed up for bed, you didn’t feel like sleeping yet, so, you put on your frilly socks before opening your doors. The distant guarding men neither looked nor said anything to you as you kept walking as if you knew the way. You saw the staircase you assumed would lead to Rhaenyra and Daemon’s room. If he’s so keen of the library, then it must be placed close to him.

So you climbed up the large and lavish steps until you reached the top. Large sets of doors with a guard by it was by your right, most proabably their chambers. You turn to your left instead.It was a short distance when you reached a room without doors before them. Easily recognised by the fully shelved books in the space, you congratulate yourself before entering the library. Rhaena was right about one thing, it was bigger than the one back home. The smell of old books and melting candlelight fills your nostrils, putting you both at ease and in excitement. You look through every rack in one glance, recognizing some of the titles and picking up some that you haven’t. It was one of the first glorious finds in your freedom and it was delightful. You inspect a beautiful but oddly covered book entitled ‘Frogkisser’. It seemed to be a children’s book, though you wondered how true does the tale of princesses kissing frog to turn them into princes are.

Considering these same human have also thought selkies as a myth too.

Rising up from your crouching position after pushing the book back into it’s place, you let out a loud yelp your steps on something stiff. An answering ‘ouch’ told all that you needed to know. “Will you stop stalking me!” You whisper-yelled against your own refusal. His eyes widen and a scoff leaves him offendedly. “I’m not!” He’s standing awkwardly before you, hair mussed up and eyes droopy. Like a little fluffy dog. You gave him a pointed look and sighed. “Why are you here then?” He goes quiet. “Look, it’s late. Perhaps we can do a postmortem tomorrow? I’ll leave to my chambers.” You decided. “I’ll walk you.” He confidently says before catching up to you side.

You won’t tell it to his face, but you were almost glad that he was awake, and that he came to look for you. Being alone was what you made yourself get use to, for the sake of survival. That didn’t mean you had liked it.  You don’t ask him why he was looking for you, and he doesn’t ask you why you can’t sleep. “Are you always this clingy?” You inquire. He shares a tired smile with you before answering; “Only with those I’ve come to admire.” A laugh strings out of your throat. Jacaerys beams. “Do you use that with every girl you meet?”

The distance to your room felt shorter than it did minutes ago as the both of you reach the doors.  His hand brushes over yours. A short flicker you wished you didn’t feel, because now that’ll be all you think of until you fall asleep. “No. just you.” He responds softly. You feel yourself avoiding his attached gaze. At first it was anticipation, and intensity that burned by your chest. But one look at him, you’re reminded of his betrothal towards Baela, and your anticipation was replaced with shame. And what is he doing to himself too? Saying things and doing things he ought not to. “Be careful, squid hands. You should not place them where they don’t belong and your tongue where they are forbidden to speak of.” He is unfazed by your words, gaze dizzy as it remains on you. “I like you with your hair down.” He says suddenly. ‘Excuse me?”

“They look like a mess of waves, even in their neatest form. You are beautiful.”  He had left you speechless. You were confused and mute, staring at him like he’s the craziest man on earth. “Perhaps you need to sleep.” You decided. “Yes, I do. I wish to take you on a tour of this castle tomorrow, so you better get some rest yourself.” He makes sure to cut you off before you could speak by turning around and walking away immediately.

[love-minor-poltergeist]

Are you still taking requests? If so, could I please request the Devil having a sorta flirtatious love hate relationship with fiddler. If you ever heard the Song, The Devil went down to Georgia, you’ll get it but the gist is, the Devil challenges the person to a fiddle competition and lost. But the fiddler offers for him to come on back and try again if he likes, quite rightfully proud of their musical skills even refusing a golden fiddle the Devil offered as a reward… supposedly

A/N: Oh anon your mind!

It took me a while to figure out how to tackle this prompt, and I had opted to make a short fic about it! I'm a little out of practice when it comes to writing something that isn't a set of bulletpoint hcs, so please don't be afraid to let me know what you think!

The Devil Went Down to Georgia Word Count: 2.3k

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Your daddy had always been a religious man, as were most of the folks in your small town. 

Many hot summer Sundays were spent getting up early to get ready for church. The priest, hair thinning and skin glistening with sweat, shouting his sermon; eyes ablaze like the fire and brimstone he preached. All you could remember from his impassioned screaming was just how crazed he looked– the hellish landscape he painted forever burned into your mind. 

While Pa was nothing like that dreadful priest, he took those words to heart. Always warning to be wary of temptation. For temptation was the Devil’s way of leading you astray. You’ve never truly put your mind into the whole Heaven and Hell business— heck, you stopped coming to church long before your twentieth birthday– but you knew that Pa would never do you wrong. 

“The Devil is a man you don’t wanna mess with,” Pa said one day.

You agreed to help him chop some wood after Sunday mass; you don’t remember exactly what led the two of you down this conversation, but you remember feeling Pa’s watchful gaze focused on you as you dozed off during another sermon. 

“He’ll come to ya in a chariot of fire, taller than any building you’ve seen, and try to take ya away. Using pretty words and empty promises, and by the time ya see through that honeyed haze, yir as good as dead.” 

He finished point with one final swing of his ax, the loud crack of splintering wood causing you to flinch. 

Pa’s face softened, mumbling a small “sorry punkin” as he softly clapped a calloused hand on your shoulder. 

The two of you stood over the work you’ve done. Silently basking in the afterglow of progress.

After a few moments, Pa spoke once more. 

“I’m serious, Punkin,” you felt his hand tighten on your shoulder. “Promise me that if you ever meet the Devil, you do the right thing.” 

And so, you promised your pa. Swore on his and Mama’s graves that you’d turn tail and run if you ever crossed paths with the prince of darkness. 

Of course, a part of you thought Pa was paranoid. That he was letting his fear of god cloud his reason. Cause there ain’t no way that the big bad Devil would ever wander down into the middle of nowhere, Georgia. A part of you wasn’t even sure if he existed. 

But you wouldn’t dare say this out loud. Instead, you meekly smiled and promised your pa. Anything to ease his worries. 

And you kept that promise. Life continued. You fell into a comfortable, if not a little monotonous routine. Get up, help with the farm, play your fiddle for the cattle— rinse and repeat. 

That is until one day, during a dry summer not even a week ago, you met the Devil. 

It happened so quickly. Unexpectedly. One minute, you reclined against a stump, having just finished your chores for the day, and decided to relax while playing your fiddle. The very next minute, you had felt the ground shake.

He emerged from the earth. 

The ground was torn asunder as the prongs of a golden trident scorched the terrain an ashen black; a great gaping maw yawned open. Pillars of flame shot forth into the sky, the cries of birds resounding in your skull as the smell of smoke and tobacco filled your nose. You coughed, head swimming as you reached to cover your nose, nearly dropping your violin to the ground as you braced yourself against the roaring flames. 

Through burning pillars, a clawed hand emerged. With a snap of their fingers, the portal instantly closed, the fiery pillars forced down into their earthly furnace; leaving behind a blackened scar against the grass, and a looming figure. 

And as you slowly lower your arm, fingers tightening their grasp on your bow and fiddle– clutching both to your chest, desperate to get an extra layer of protection against the stranger– a small, foolhardy part of your panic-addled brain couldn’t help but notice one thing:

The Devil was a lot shorter than you’d thought he’d be. 

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You didn’t even know what spurred you to accept the demon’s challenge– beat him against a fiddle-playing competition, and you’ll win a golden fiddle of your own. And if you lose, your soul is forfeit. 

Truth be told, it was quite a crap deal. The prize he offered you was a bit… gaudy. Heck, who were you kidding? The thing was tacky and ugly. The strings looked way too stiff, too harsh for your weathered old bow. It wouldn’t serve much for anything other than as an oversized chachki. 

However, the way the demon looked at you– or rather, how his hooded gaze looked towards his talons…

He looked bored. Was he so confident that he’d win? Did he think that little of you?

You were so miffed that you found yourself saying yes without a second thought. The minute you did, a deep, haughty laughter filled your ear, and a pit formed in your stomach. A devious smile formed on his lips, eyes upturned and alight with arrogance. 

The darned bastard had thought he had it in the bag… 

Well. You did make a promise. 

However— Pa wasn’t there. 

And you’d be darned if some stranger could think he could walk all over you. 

So you may or not have… tried a little too hard in your wager. Just a little! Well, you technically had to. Since you didn’t want to lose your soul. However, despite the circumstances, you enjoyed your little competition. Not to mention that the further you two went, the more you felt that warm, drunken feeling of satisfaction well up in your belly. 

Cause for a demon so darned confident in himself, he was only really decent at it. Well, scratch that– he was good, but you played your beloved instrument almost every day. 

And the difference in skill was apparent. Extremely so. 

The Devil had felt his fingers ache and knuckles burn from how hard he gripped onto his bow, lips pulled into a tight frown as he watched you practically dance circles around him. Your hands were a flurry of movement and a grin steadily overtook your face the longer you played. 

By the time you had finished, the demon had already given up. He huffed, hackles raised and steam emanating from his fingertips. The black flesh of his cheeks was aglow with a deep, rusted red as he grumbled under his breath. 

With little fanfare, he tossed the golden fiddle down at your feet. None too gentle as it nearly hit your feet, forcing a jump for you. He turned away from you, his tail whipping about erratically, and raised his trident. 

Wait, that was it? No goodbye, no afterword? Not even a cliched speech about how “he’ll be back”? Is he just going to give up? Darn, you had a lot of fun— the horrible threat of losing your soul aside. No one indulged in music with you, not to mention keep up with your speed. 

You bit your lip, and you looked back towards the demon. 

Oh, your pa would kill you for this. 

Just as a portal was torn open, flooding your nose with the scent of smoke and sulfur, you made up your mind. 

You grabbed his tail.

The limb felt strange in your grasp. It was thin yet dense with underlying muscle; like grabbing onto a cottonmouth. Not to mention it was hot. Overwhelmingly hot. Practically burning your hand. You watched as the pointed tip quickly wrapped itself around your wrist; coiling itself until you felt the blood circulation become cut off.

Nevertheless, you persisted. Biting through the pain with watery eyes as the Devil immediately stopped. He whipped his bed back to you, nose scrunched and face pinched into a sour frown. A low growl emerged from his throat, annoyance clear as day in his sickly yellow eyes.

You grinned.

“Now hold on, Mr. Devil,”  you start, casually placing your fiddle on your shoulder. “I gotta say, that was probably the most excitement I’ve had in this part of Georgia in years-”

“Get on with it.” 

Yeesh. Someone was a little cranky. 

“Alright, alright, keep your pants on, mister,”  you snort. “Now, before I was so rudely interrupted, I just wanted to say you’re always welcome to come back!

”

The Devil’s face relaxed for a moment. Nose no longer as scrunched as week-old laundry and lips dropping its frown. He didn’t relax his grip on his trident. 

“What.” 

“Yup!” you chirp, your lips popping at the p– an action that didn’t escape the demon’s notice. “Listen, it gets mighty boring around here! You’re welcome to come on back if you want to try again!” 

The Devil turned to face you fully now, brows knitted together as he stared down at you. His mouth fell open, then closed, then open again. This repeated a few times as he silently stared at you. He shook his head, leaning his weight against his trident as he lowered himself to your height; eyes narrowed. 

“What.”

“Ya heard me.” 

“Hold that tongue of yours, yokel,” he spat. “What game are you playing?”

“I beg your pardon?”

“Your offer. You do realize the gravitas of this offer, no?”

“Yessir.”

“You said I was welcome to try again. Your soul will always be at stake, do you know that?”

“Yup.” 

“Once you lose it–”

“If I lose it. Ya haven’t beaten me yet.”

“Oh shut it, you little shoehorn,” he jabbed a clawed finger at your chest. “Once you lose it, your soul is mine, and you’ll be cursed to live out the rest of your pitiful existence as a husk. Devoid of any consciousness.”

“Uh-huh.”

“You’ll be a zombie, you moron.”

“Copy that, captain.” 

“Are you normally this stupid?”

He grabbed your shoulder at that point, eyes wild and teeth bared. You felt the hot, piercing tip of the prongs of his trident press against your neck; his breath– rich and hot with the scent of tobacco– hit your face in warm puffs. The demon’s nose brushed against yours, and god almighty if he moved any closer the two of you would be kissing. 

Soft, traitorous warmth found itself seeping into your cheeks. Your heart flipped-flopped about in your ribcage like a trout out of water, and you silently prayed that the demon couldn’t hear it as you mustered up a cocky grin. 

“Nope. I’m just the best there ever was.” 

A growl, low and gravelly, rumbled from the Devil’s throat. A look of annoyance filled his eyes as he clicked his tongue. He let go of your shoulder and rose to his full height. The prongs of his trident eased their bite on your neck, no longer threatening to stab into the pliant flesh of your windpipe. 

Blazing metal slowly traveled upwards, leaving behind whispers of heat in their wake as the Devil slowly eased it beneath your chin. The Devil slowly and methodically craned your head up, quietly relishing the way your throat struggled to force down a nervous swallow. 

The demon remained silent the entire way through. Only breaking it to occasionally growl if you tried to speak; his eyes lidded and lips threaded into a thin line. The Devil's tail moved to and fro in a metronomic pattern as his gaze grew hooded; contemplation weighing the lids down as he raised a large hand towards his mouth. 

The entire interaction lasted maybe only a few seconds, but it felt like an eternity had passed before the silence was broken by another low rumble from the Devil. Not quite a growl, but it wasn’t a purr, either. You couldn’t put your finger on it. However, you could guess it only meant something good, as the Devil finally moved his trident away; and you find yourself shakily releasing a breath you didn’t even know you were holding. 

“Very well.” The Devil shifted his trident beside him once more. “I accept your offer.”

He knocked the butt of his trident against the earth once, twice, and the earth yawned open once more. Red light washed over the demon’s form, illuminating the demon’s back in a crimson halo. 

He grinned, baring sharp teeth, eyes full of malintent, and your stomach rolled as you could only imagine what was going on in that man’s head. 

“I won’t stop until that soul is mine, little mortal.” He pointed a finger towards you. “You best keep yourself sharp. I’d hate to be disappointed after all of that talk.” 

You watched as he stepped a foot within the portal, cheeks pained as you fought to maintain your cocky grin. 

“Lookin’ forward to it, sweetness.” 

The endearment was tacked on at the last minute. You didn’t mean anything by it. After all, you had just beat the Devil at his own game. You were safe. For now, at least. Perhaps it was just the high of victory that had pushed you to be a bit more saucy with the demon. 

What you didn’t expect, however, was the way his face fell. It was hard to make out from the red light of the portal beneath him, but you coulda swore that you saw his dark cheeks become a rusted brown. 

He turned his head before you could look any further, an annoyed huff following after. 

“Good grief you’re annoying.” You heard him mutter. “I cannot wait to crush your pathetic body into the ground.”

“Don’t get too excited, Mr. D.” 

Oh my god, why couldn’t you just shut up?

“Keep talking like that and I’ll start to think that you want to see me again.” 

While a part of you panicked, it was overpowered by a snort as the Devil let out an offended ‘UGH’ before leaving. He had practically leaped into the portal, desperate to get away, leaving behind smoldering earth in his wake. 

As you stood there, heart frantically racing, all you could do was wonder when the next time you’d see him would be. 

And you silently apologized to your pa for looking forward to seeing the Devil again. 

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[neuvisex]

Hiyaaa, i have a request but it may be triggering so if you dont feel comfy writing it, please let me know and i'll completely understand <3

If possible, may i requests scaramouche x reader who's um..like..struggling? with uhm..suicidal..like..this is hard to say but like. struggling with self harm..??? uhm. like cvtt1ng on their arms and thighs and they have alot of scars from it too and he finds out? fluffy ending..?? sorry..

im going through alot so uhm. yeah. but once again-! totally okay if you dont feel comfy writing it-!! i dont want you to feel like im guilt tripping you or anything too!! its all your decision <3

But anyways, Lots of love!! 🐈‍⬛💜 have an amazing day/night!!

♣︎ Immortality ♣︎

You find yourself facing a dead end, and the one to help you out is none less than the last person you expected.

TWs: self-harm, suicidal thoughts, mild gore, unhealthy behaviors

Tags: angst, hurt/comfort, gn!reader

Summary: Scaramouche finds out reader is struggling with their own self.

A/N: I too struggle with SH, so this was kind of self-indulgent... I don't know if it's fluffy enough by the ending but, well, at least it's not tragic either...

Blood. Your house is filled with a hideous, stale odor that spreads through the walls and shakes the core of the structure. As soon as Scaramouche senses it, his heart begins to race in anguish. No, no, please, not blood. He runs across the room with his legs wobbly, your name leaving his mouth in stuttering words.

— Y/N? Y/N, where the fuck are you?!

When he gets to the bathroom door, his body freezes. Scaramouche falls to his knees in front of your haggard body leaning on the bathtub, his hands trembling in a loss of what to do. For the first time in a long while, he feels genuine fear. Your arms are dyed a terrifyingly familiar dark red, a discarded blade in the puddle that spreads, smearing the floor. The two of you stare at each other for what seems like ages, his desperate eyes meeting your downcast ones.

— Please stay with me. Come on, stay with me.

You open your dry lips to say that everything is fine. That this is just a habit, something you do to ease the pain inside.

— What…?

Scaramouche is useless. How had he not noticed before? Your clothes always long, covering your arms and legs. Your distant, sometimes even evasive, behavior. Your fake smiles, while your eyes were filled with suffering. He should have guessed earlier. Before you had done it again.

— Y/N, I… calm down, I’ll help you… I’ll help you…

The boy's voice cracks as tears roll down his cheeks. He rips off a piece of his own robes and uses it to stop the liquid seeping through your skin, pressing firmly against it. When you ask why he's doing this for you, Scaramouche falls silent. Indeed, why? Why is he, who had renounced human emotions a long time ago, lying at your feet, begging you not to leave him?

— …please don't do that anymore. Please. — he repeats like a prayer.

**

Night falls quickly. You lie on your bed with your arms bandaged as the blue-haired puppet watches you intently, his features puffy and reddened.

— Are you angry? — You ask shyly.

Scaramouche looks like he can't believe what he's hearing. Now that both of you are more stable, he lets out an emotionless laugh.

— I'm not…I'm just wondering…why? Why mistreat your own body? Why didn't you ever tell me? Why did you…

Your hands find his in an act of consolation. He seems reluctant at first, but eventually relents and relaxes under your touch.

— Listen, I… I'm not exactly the best person to talk about self-love, but you, I mean… yeah, life sucks most of the time, I won't deny it, but you're a valuable person. And if you don't see it yet, one day you might. While you are in this process… count on me. Take it out on me, lean on me, cry with me. Just don't do that to yourself anymore, okay?

[ask-dr-xeno]

Hey doc... So...

If perhaps, like, clearly hypothetically, we accidently made a crack in space and time and the multiverse as a whole and now people can communicate with other versions of themselves, would you take the chance?

-♥♠♣♦

…you know, I’m starting to get the feeling this isn’t a very ‘hypothetical’ situation. I would ask how in the world you broke space and time, but I feel that might take a few hours to discuss.

In short: yes. I’d be delighted to speak to another version of myself.

//ooc

I’d just like to say that, if anyone wants to make their own Xeno RP blog, please feel free! I don’t own the rights to him or anything, and I’m not going to ask an entire fandom on tumblr not to have another Xeno RP blog just because mine is active. This RP blog is of Xeno at the end of the manga (though, I bend the rules a bit when RPing), but there are all sorts of other versions that people could make. And even if you also wanted to make a Xeno from the end of the series, I don’t mind. Again, I don’t own the rights to this guy.

This is all just for fun (and science memes). So please, feel free to make your own RP blog. The more the merrier 😊

[comesatimecomesashadow]

sleep token masterlist *ೃ༄

note *ೃ༄ read my rules to request something. i will not be writing anything sexual/romantic for any of the band members as it makes me uncomfortable. platonic or comfort requests are fine!

key *ೃ༄ ❀ = fluff| ❖ = angst| ★ = tw| ❤︎ = comfort| ✦ = series | ♣︎ = request | ♕ = crack

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realm of angels [ ❀ + ♣︎ ] - vessel, ii, iii & iv / reader

ೃ' . ⁀➷ in which . . . after mysteriously landing in arcadia, you find a group of generous musicians willing to share their skills with you.

tba...

≡;- ꒰ series . . . ! ꒱

the waffle house [ ♕ / ❀ / ✦ ]

ೃ' . ⁀➷ . . . what it would be like if the eepy boys worked at a waffle house (its utter chaos).

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[tra1nchi]

My bf returned home and the first thing he did was slithered his hands down my ass crack while I was half asleep and I cried because I thought it was a snake

-♣

HELPPP that would actually scare me so baddd

[sanaserena]

Oddly enough, today it's spotlight Killer. I was just rereading bits my fanfic (A Pair of Reds) and remembered how much fun it was to write Killer as Kid's best friend and no.1 sidekick/wingman! AND then I remembered I do have a tumblr. So, snippets of Killer being Kid's absolute best friend below showing up in different parts of that fic 👇🏼. Just note, the fic was originally told from reader pov and also Ace's pov, so the snippets are mainly from the reader's pov.

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"Killer appears" snippets from my modern (sports - lacrosse) au fic, A Pair of Reds, over on AO3 (former Portgas D. Ace X reader pairing; Eustass Kid X reader endgame)

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“ZORO THAT’S THE WRONG GOAL!”  someone screamed. 

At one point both Zoro and Killer yelled, “Captain, now is not the time to be measuring the size of your sticks!  They’re the same bloody size!”  

Ace facepalmed.  The Kid Crew should have been having an easier time against the Strawhats, but as history showed, it was never easy playing against Luffy. Ever.

By the time the match ended.  You were on your feet cheering for the barely won victory, along with the rest of the crowd. 

Both teams were exhausted.  Kid looked like he couldn’t believe he lost – again – to the Strawhats.  That it was up to Killer to shake Zoro’s hand.  Luffy would have done it if he wasn’t so busy jumping up and down, cheering with the crowd. 

~♥~♦~♠~♣~

What you least expected as you recovered in this…shop, was the guy currently looking at you with a brow raised that said you’re blocking the door.

Shit! Of all places you had decided to hide, you’d picked an auto parts store.  You wanted to sink into the ground and disappear.  Instead, you lifted your defences, and remembering Zoro’s oddness this morning, you pointed at Eustass Kid, and said, “Don’t you start acting nice to me Kid!”

Then you yanked the door open and when it was clear of Zoro, you left. 

You didn’t see Killer walking round the aisle. Nor did you hear him asking Kid who had just been talking. 

You didn’t hear Kid snapping, “Who the fuck knows what’s wrong with her today.  It’s like yesterday never happened.”

And you didn’t hear Killer say, “Something happened yesterday?”

You were already down the street, but if you had heard it, you might have wondered why Kid sounded more annoyed than usual.

~♥~♦~♠~♣~

“It was Ace’s.  This is my apology,” you said, sounding sorry enough that you’d caused his drink to spill over him.  And it seemed for something else Ace didn’t understand.

But this wasn’t what stopped the conversation.  It was what Killer said while you explained to Kid.

“Spaghetti Aglio Olio, if possible,” Killer said to Sanji.

Those three little words silenced the room.  Even the Heart crew, though they didn’t get the reference.  If the music wasn’t blasting as loudly as it was, a pin dropping would sound loud in the silence.

“You want peppers with that?” said Sanji icily. 

Killer blinked and seemed to hesitate.  “No?”

Kid was halfway pulling on the tank top when he noticed the chilly exchange.  And more importantly when he saw you frozen in front of him.

Looking puzzled Kid said, “Is something wrong?”

The ice that coated you thickly seemed to crack at the sound of his voice.  “Nothing,” you said weakly, grabbing up his soaked top, and walked out the room for a second time, telling Luffy that you were going to borrow his machine.

“I have a machine?”  Luffy said, oblivious to the moment.

“You only noticed this now?”  Nami, Usopp, and Franky exclaimed, smashing the ice and silence to pieces. 

Zoro grunted, though his brow was furrowed.  “Bad day to order Aglio Olio, Hitokiri,” he said to Killer.

Killer just looked baffled, and guilty without understanding why. 

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The garage was open but no one was manning the reception.  So you rang the bell twice, aware of just one guy sitting in the waiting room.  He looked mildly familiar with his moustache and beard.  If you really thought about it, you might have recognised him.  Killer, however, came in at that moment, at around the same time Wire walked in from the back.

They both greeted you at the same time.

“Hey,” you said, then pointed to Killer.  “It’s okay, I’ll talk to this guy.”

“An unexpected face.”  Killer shucked his helmet, shaking his blonde hair loose.  “Looking for Kid?”

You startled at that, flustered because you’re not sure how to deal with Killer’s spot-on question.   You rubbed the back of your neck, hoping to stem the flush on your cheeks.  “H-how did you know?  I me-mean…”

Killer just looked at you pointedly.

Not willing really to let him get away with it entirely, or get away with thinking he thought he knew you better than you knew yourself, you folded your arms across your chest.  “Maybe,” you said firmly.  “I came to see you Killer.”

It was Killer’s turn to gain a reddish flush in his ears.  “You’re not serious?  Kid wou—” he blanched, and snapped his mouth shut immediately.

“Kid?”  you said.  What had Kid to do with this?  And why did Killer make it sound like it was absolutely impossible for you to come to say hi to him.  You considered Killer a little more than an acquaintance.  Particularly since of the pair, it was usually Killer who talked to you. 

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“Here,” you said, holding out a pair of new socks, not exactly the same the ones you’d gotten from Kid the other day.  “Kid took a packet from your stash the other day, and I thought I should replace it as my thanks.”

Killer stared for a moment, a hand half raked through his hair.  “Wow, okay.  I’ll admit I didn’t know it was you, so thank you.”  He took them from you, paused, and then flapped the pair in your direction.  “Kid didn’t even tell me.  You know, he let me look around the last few days for where my spare pair went.  Since I’ve been partly annoyed at him, I’ll tell you where he is.”

You raised a brow.  “I was hoping to just leave the top with you.”

“And risk me using it as cleaning cloth?”  Killer grinned darkly.

He had a point. 

“Besides,” said Killer.  “I’ve got this impression that seeing you today might ruin his day.”

“W-what?” you choked, unexpecting that.  “What is that supposed to mean?  Killer!  Are you sending me into the lion’s den on purpose?”

“Lion’s den implies a prey within the predator’s lair.  Kid is unfortunately, in this case, neither predator nor in his lair.  You’ll be fine!  And while you’re there, ask about your car.”

“Your confidence in me is overwhelming,” you said dryly, much to Killer’s amusement.

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You pulled into South Blue Mechanic shortly after, much to the surprise of Killer, who had been handling a customer at the time.  On the back of Kid’s bike, you caught a glimpse of Killer gaping at the sight, and coins spilling out of the customer’s hand.

As you hopped off the bike, you grinned, and asked Killer, “Did you get my complaints?”

“Yes, and they were nasty!”  He held his fist out for a bump, and randomly dumped fallen coins into the customer’s hand.  The customer grumbled, not that Killer noticed nor seemed to care. 

“Serves you right,” you said grinning.

Kid grunted when he walked past you two, but not without pressing a hand to your back and saying, “Aren’t we here for your car?”  He pushed you forward, to your bewilderment. 

“Uh, yeah…” you said with an apologetic look in Killer’s direction.  The guy merely blinked and shook his head.

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Looking for Killer wasn’t a terrible chore.  Although he’d moved away from the workroom to the front room again, to deal with another customer, he spotted you before you spotted him.  He greeted you by asking where Kid was, and when you told him, he guffawed.  Not, that you understood what was so funny.  When you said so, he patted you on the back as if you were the poor soul, and said he’d order some food.  You hung around with Killer for a little while as he made the order, adding your choices when you selected them.  And then you waited around until the order came in. 

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When Kid was done, he tossed the rubbish into the bin, and washed his face when you pointed out that he had oil all over him. 

“Fuck!” he’d said, and you’d waited until he was done before you both returned to the floor.  He shut your bonnet with a bang, and then gestured for you to go pay while he drove the car out.

Killer was incredibly amused when he saw you.  It looked like he was refraining something, and no amount of prodding got him to spill as he sorted out your bill.  You wrote it off as some insider joke and asked if it was anything that mocked you.

“Nah, it’s Kid I’m laughing at,” he said, reassuring you.

That was a relief.  “Then amuse away.”

~♥~♦~♠~♣~

“You’re always welcome to stop by the shop after.  It’s not like Kid has a life.”

You raised your brow, turning back to him while clicking through the windows on the computer screen.  “Kid, no life?  That doesn’t sound like him at all.”  The phone rang and with Lola busy with the next patient, you picked it up.

“Only when it comes to you,” Killer said, halting the greeting that was already halfway out of your mouth.  You stumbled over what you needed to say, somehow muscle memory kicked in and you finish the greeting just as your eyes darted back to Killer in surprise.   “Yup, that’s exactly it,” he said, as if he knew what you were thinking in that moment, as if he knew you were drawing your own wild conclusions about those six little words and they were exactly what he meant.  It sounded as if Killer was saying that Kid liked you.  Like more than friends.  You weren’t even at the friends stage yet!

~♥~♦~♠~♣~

Killer grinned.  “Because you asked me for a favour.  Figured I’d help you out.”

A wild kind of flush washed over you.  You felt hot and not unhappy at the thought of what Killer implied. 

Heat came out then, bandaged up tightly, looking as though he hadn’t just been bleeding out.  He was complimenting the nurse in a slightly nasally tone.  She was neither the youngest of women, nor the prettiest, but she was in fact, one of the nicest.  And Heat had a slightly pink tinge to his cheeks that said he was just a little infatuated.  He wouldn’t be the first.

“Killer!” you hissed, as the guy exchanged a handshake with his friend.

“I’ll make sure he gets this,” Killer grinned, patting his chest as he retreated backwards out of the medical centre with his mate.

“Killer!” you hissed again, jumping to your feet.  “Get back here!”

You were suddenly uneasy about asking Killer for the favour, and about the souvenir, and about everything in general, and wanted to take it back in that moment. 

“Sorry,” he called from the doorway.  “Gotta head back to work or Kid will flay us alive.”

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It was probably in his favour that Killer came skidding out of the garage then, running into you.  His hands caught your shoulders, with a muttered apology, though he focussed only on his friend.

“Kid, Apoo is here saying that you’re going to look at his car?”  he demanded over your head, releasing your shoulders. 

“I did,” said Kid, though he looked annoyed.   

“Thought you swore never to waste energy arguing with Apoo again over his car,” said Killer.

Kid shrugged, his grin vicious.  “He says it’s urgent.  And he’ll pay anything.  If it’s that urgent, I get to charge whatever the fuck I want.”

“Come on Kid!” Apoo yelled from the inside of the mechanic, having spotted Kid at the entrance.  He waved his arms. 

Both Kid and Killer grimaced.  Killer patted Kid on the shoulder, commiserating with him on his decision.  “Hope it’s worth it,” he said. 

“Damn right it better be,” Kid replied.  He glanced at you one more time, and though he looked like he wanted to say something, Apoo yelled for him again.  Kid scowled, yelling back, “I’m coming, quit yelling.”

“You won’t be late for the game later?”  Killer asked.

“You’re going to the game later?” you asked, surprised.  Then you frowned.  Of course, he said before he would.  And he was as much of a lacrosse fan as he was a player.  But, a glance deeper into the garage said that he looked really busy.

Kid blinked, and for some reason his flush had come back but only around his collar.  Killer noticed you then too. 

Killer’s eyes widened.  “You’re here?  Why are you here?” 

“Isn’t that a little too rude?” You raised a brow, more amused than you should be. 

Killer looked between you and Kid, and his mouth stretched into a grin that put your guard up high.  Nothing good had come from Killer’s grins lately. 

“Go away Killer,” scowled Kid.  “Tell that asshole I’ll be there.”

If Killer was going to disagree, one look at Kid’s face said otherwise.  You got the distinct feeling that Killer was raising his brows under his fringe. 

“Fine,” Killer relented.  “See ya later,” he said to you, as he went back inside, hollering at Apoo to “Get away from that toolbox!”

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Kid was at the back, half hidden by the bonnet of the car, illuminated by the light above.  The rest of the garage was empty.  A door opened, and Killer stepped in, though he stilled.  Unlike Kid, he caught sight of you immediately.  He mumbled an excuse and tripped back out the back door, slamming it behind him.

“Killer?” Kid called.  The guy peeked around the bonnet, looking confused when he found no one at the door.

He glanced backwards out of habit, to check if maybe he had the wrong door.  And Ace was satisfied to see surprise plaster itself on Kid’s face.

Sabo had made himself scarce off to the side. 

“Hey Kid,” you said.

“What are you doing here?”  Kid grumbled, though he was blushing somewhat now. 

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