#I mean there are a few chapters that came out after so I can atleast take some from there

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Pointy panel from Soul Eater post chapter 28

[manachiichan]

Sailing against Fate

(Alabasta Saga)

Synopsis: If you want to survive on this world, you have to lean on to the strongest, to your luck, you somehow ended up with the Strawhats.

Pairing: Strawhat Pirates X Isekaid!Fem!Reader

Pre-Timeskip! This takes place during the Alabasta Arc. I planned on making this into a mini series with other scenarios.

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It has to be a dream...

One moment ago, you were just studying for your college midterms and the next thing you knew, black spots covered your vision causing you to pass out on your desk. Well maybe passing out was your fault since you stayed up for a whole two days straight with nothing but caffeine to keep you energized.

But how did it comes to this?

"Oi...Are you dead?"

A pair of curious eyes poked your form the moment you started to wake up. A somehow familiar face greets you. Tan skin with a noticable scar on the lower left side of his eye and a straw hat. Unlike him, His crew had a look of suspicion as they surround the two of you.

'No way....'

How come you found yourself staring face to face with the Strawhat pirates?!

"What...?"

You can only gawked in shock. There in flesh were Luffy, Sanji, Nami, Zoro, Usopp, Vivi and Chopper. All staring back at you with a mixed of bewilderment and cautiousness.

"Where....Am I...?"

"Hey....Are you okay?! Stop that! Your hurting yourself!"

You questioned yourself, slightly distraughted.

Sweet Chopper got worried seeing how tightly you started gripping your hair with both of your hands. Because of his natural caring nature as a doctor, he immediately approached and grab your hands to stop you from hurting yourself further.

"Nooo! I can't take my exams now!"

Seeing that Vivi and Karoo are with the crew, you concluded that you were transported during the Alabasta arc. With Chopper already being there, that means that they had already been to Drum Island and are now on their way to stop the war brewing in the sand nation.

The Strawhats were somehow nice enough to let you stay with them for a while, although deep down, you knew it was because of seeing you in your most pathetic state.

Well most likely since you're a woman and Sanji is the type of man that will never deny a damsel in distress.

But ofcourse, you didn't want to end up on any of their bad side, and since they allowed you to stay with them, you decided to atleast try to be useful to help around the ship.

Only to find out that you have zero experience in managing a ship. You can't tie knots nor lift heavy equipments, Chopper had to help you out when the Going Merry's cannon accidentally fell on you.

All you could do was learn by observing others do their tasks, respectively.

Zoro was far more suspicious along with Usopp who was wary of you, so you couldn't ask any of them for any pointers. Nami, tried to teach you how to stir the ship but you somehow managed to get off course, so she had to step in, not after yelling at you ofcourse.

As much as Chopper helped you out whenever you were struggling, he was a bit too afraid to actually talk to you. And you like Sanji, but you hate how he treats you like a delicate and fragile glass to the point that he never let you help out whenever he's nearby.

Luffy and Vivi were the only ones who are normal around you. Luffy being somehow curious with your mannerism and weird habits. You were slightly glad that he was still the Luffy you knew in the show.

"Where did you came from, (Name)?"

He would often ask the most random questions about you. And whenever you answer, you could feel the eyes of the crew lingers your form.

"Some where really far away..."

"But I doubt that I can return back..."

You answered honestly. It had been a few days since you got sent into this world and you still don't understand how you managed to get here. You knew that you don't belong here, and without the Strawhats, you would probably be dead by now.

The Grandline is indeed a terrifying place, so you have to do what you must if you want to survive in this world.

Luckily for you, you read a few isekai mangas along with those popular korean manhwas back in your world. So with your One Piece knowledge, you have a slightly advantage of knowing what will happen next. However, you kept silent of that, as you were still trying to figure out what you were suppose to do.

In the world of pirates, a sane person would ask the crew to drop them off to a nearby island, however you were far from sane.

You are in the One Piece universe, how can you miss all those major event, nor miss the opportunity to meet some of your favorite characters.

There were two options for you, To become a pirate or marine. You did considered trying to join the revolutionary army, but you didn't like people bossing you around as you go on missions.

As much as you want to see the adorable Captain Koby as a marine, you weren't that keen to get beatened up by pirates. What if you meet those famous characters of the series, you'll definitely die.

So your only option is to become a pirate, being already on board the Going Merry. Besides, you doubt Luffy will let you go now that he has taken an interest on you, not that you know what he saw on you anyways.

You stayed up a few nights, trying to recall the future events that might happen soon. You wrote them down on a notebook that Nami gave you, not before giving you an interest of paying her back. She was slightly suprised on how you just smiled and told her that you'll somehow find the berries for it.

And now, your habit of not sleeping came back. It's like your studying your notes for an upcoming quiz again. You wrote down everything you remembered regarding the current arc you were in right now.

But first, you have to earn the crew's trusts. So you made a lot of effort to get to know them.

Their personalities were still the same like how it is on the series. There was also somethings that weren't mentioned yet you were able to notice small details while being around them.

Whenever Luffy goes feral at the sight of meat, he would let out small growls when someone approached him. It became noticeable whenever he's really hungry.

You were never a threat, Zoro saw that. You were just a weird helpless woman who somehow just ended up in their ship. Surely he was cautious around you, but seeing how you trip on your own two feet made him rethink of his assumptions that you were a spy sent by baroque works.

"Please...! Teach me how to fight...!"

At your most desperate tone, you plead Zoro to train you. If you have to survive, then you need to learn how to fight.

"Worry not, Mademoiselle! For I shall be there to protect you from those filthy trolls that dares to lay a even a finger on your delicated skin...!"

Sanji straight up told you with hearts on his eyes as he fawn over you having him as your Prince charming on a white horse. You won't learn anything from him.

"Sorry, (Name). I'm not exactly an adept brawler like Sanji, Luffy or Zoro."

"Fighting is not really my expertise. Just ask the guys about it."

Nami and Usopp aren't really much of a fighter, so they wouldn't be able to help that much. And Luffy is out of the question.

"Fighting? Just throw hard punches like this! Oh wait, you can't stretch..."

As much as you like Luffy, his fighting style is a bit too reckless for your liking and you doubt that he can teach you without getting side tracked.

And you can't just ask Vivi, like Nami, she's more of a dictator rather than a fighter. Surely she can fight, but you doubt using whip like weapons is fit for you.

So Zoro was your last hope. Watching anime for as long as you can remember, swords is something you were familiar of and You always wanted to learn how to use a sword, and Zoro being a skilled swordsman could maybe teach you a thing or two to atleast defend yourself.

"If you're asking for my help, you must have a good reason. But why should I help you..?"

Zoro was still wary of you, yet you can see that he was less hostile than he was when you first ended up at Going Merry's deck.

"Unlike any of you guys here, I'm the most vulnerable...! I'll die the moment the Navy or another pirate ship appears!"

Okay, you could have sworn that you sounded and look like another Usopp in his eyes.

"If you're serious about learning to fight, you'll have to prove your dedication. Show me you're worth the effort, and maybe, just maybe, I'll consider teaching you a thing or two."

Zoro was dead serious. But it also look like he's willing to teach you how to weild a sword if your resolve was strong enough.

"I'll do it! I want to learn how to defend myself. I can't rely on you guys all the time."

Seeing him suddenly grin, you knew you were about to experience hell.

[bibibbon]

I think even the "its realistic!" excuse doesnt work on its own terms - cause yeah, for everyone of the 20 people to allways meet up isnt real life, but to atleast have one good friend from school, especially after going through live and die situations?

like Deku and Kachan were astranged childhood friends, who after all that made up, and also Kachan felt a lot of guilt about being a piece of shit and that Deku lost his quirk - it seems atleast those two should meet up, even do to guilt/pity Kachan now feels.

Or Ida, who is charachterised as cartoonishly proper and robotic - even he would probably see it as his duty to not abandon a friend and check on him every few months.

And Tsuy was charachterised as super caring, so after all the bonding and the fact Deku saved her from death at the start at the series, would make it seem that she would want to stay in contact - especially when she was shown to connect quickly to people.

Guess the one realistic one could be Ochako, if they did kinda try dating in highschool and it didnt work out, so it could feel awkard to then try to stay friends and all - yet then the fairytale reunion of 20 top heroes all saving some minor landslide again looks awkard.

And also its unrealistc that everyone besides Deku stayed in the hero life - especially when Jiro had the whole conflict of maybe wanting to do music instead, or the fact nobody moved overseas or did change their outfits enough to not be recognizable, etc

The real truth is that Hori feels depressed about his life and projected it, hence why the awkward happy ending that framed everything came at the last pages - a power fantasy.

It just shows how Hori, like Deku, didnt ever evolve his mindset, and stayed at the childish level of "I wanna be cool like spiderman!!" - cause if he didnt he would show Deku fulfilled as a teacher, giving the next gen the skills to actually change shit, and not see it as "setteling", with a sad expression of "alas, my dream of wearing goofy spandex suits and screaming attack names is dead😔"

The "it's realistic" excuse can work depending on the context. However, there's nothing normal or realistic about 1A and what happend in 430 (surrounding Izuku and 1A that is). It's incredibly understandable that not all 20 members of 1A were going to keep in contact and be incredibly close to eachother. Heck even in UA some 1A members weren't close to eachother and it's even stated by denki that he was never close to izuku in the vigilante arc but that he wanted to help him.

However, I have mentioned this multiple times (and you even brought it up) it's annoying that we don't see izuku hanging out with his close friends outside of hero costumes or UA uniforms. Them not doing so literally paints a picture that they aren't close at all and the whole theme of WE are heroes and power of friendship ends up failing due to this.

Look I know Iam not a huge bakugo fan but taking this into the perspective that bakugo got a satisfactory redemption arc him and izuku should keep in contact from time to time. Something that's bugged me is that after Izuku loses his quirk it seems like his interactions with bakugo are non existent, almost like izuku being a hero and having a quirk is all that their relationship is: a rivalry between who would be the best hero (kind of contradicting bakugo supposed development).

Or take for example shoto todoroki who izuku was close to but they don't seem to interact at all. Or asui. Or iida who very much helped izuku and truly cared for him. Heck tokoyami has also voiced his care for izuku multiple times and so has yuuga but we don't see any of them hang out outside of UA or heroics. Heck this chapter doesn't even give us a glimpse of maybe Izuku texting his friends in a group chat or anything. To me this all seems too bleak. What do you mean the kids who went through trauma together and had an entire theme of helping eachother and sticking together (a theme that carried the final act and fight) somehow not even hang out with eachother outside of heroics or school?

Lastly, I have no intention of making any comment about horis life unless it was stated by a credible source but it does seem like hori might of just got burnt out and he went too far with the story to give it a good ending (a well written one).

Alas, the ending was horrible.

[a-court-of-moonlight-and-ire]

So, I usually read acotar on the bus and during class and then I come home and write these posts but I had a Certified Mental Health Moment and couldnt go for the entirety of last week and I didnt feel like reading during that time, so yeah

Anyway, Ive made it through chapter 30 I think (sry i forgor and i dont feel like taking the book out of my bag rn to check) so Ive just gotten to the point where Feyre arrived UTM through that weird interdimensional (?) shortcut and then a hand grabs her and then the chapter ends. That means Ive finally had my proper introduction to my literary mortal enemy, the man, the myth, the legend, Rhysand Nolastname, and also Feyre's sisters as actual characters instead of the weird caricatures they were previously

The stuff with Nesta and Elain is honestly baffling to me, like was there not an editor to suggest maybe adjusting those first few chapters when she decided to flesh them out more? One of the acotar critiques I watched before reading was this one by a podcast called Unresolved Textual Tension and one of the hosts kept remarking that sjm "couldnt go back to change things" in reference to her constant retconning of characters with very little elaboration, but like, why? First of all, I dont think thats literally true; to my knowledge (which is admittedly limited so feel free to correct me here) sjm had her start on fiction press with the first throne of glass book, posted serially chapter by chapter, which got really popular and was then traditionally published in 2012, but every book after that was always intended to be published as a whole work went through the whole traditional publishing pipeline with editors and whatnot. So the issues with ACOTAR cant come from it being a serialized story that wasnt properly planned out and then wasnt fixed up in editing, right? And the only other thing I can think of is that she just didnt have an editor (or atleast not a very thorough one) which, people say that a lot of her more recent work (CC series, ACOSF) feel unedited because of how they drag and how often the prose seems to repeat itself and by this point shes popular and influential enough that Im pretty willing to believe that, but was she that popular back in 2015 from TOG alone? Idk if anyone can tell me anything about this I would appreciate it

I already have a lot of thoughts about Rhysand (spoiler alert: none of them are positive) but I think I'll save those for when we get to Those Scenes UTM. For now, I just wanted to ask all the Feylin girlies who read this book before ACOMAF came out or who went into the series without spoilers: didnt it feel incredibly weird that Rhysands beautifulness was so emphasized when, as far as you were aware, Feyre and Tamlin were meant to be endgame? Like, I think Feylin is cute and all but Im not really too invested in it because I dont find either of them on their own or their dynamic together that interesting, but it still felt a little disrespectful if thats the right word. Like, I know love triangles are a Thing in YA and I know they tend to be incredibly clear-cut and its usually very obvious whos gonna get the girl from the getgo, but in those cases the protagonist generally has some kind of actual relationship with The Bad Boy to justify a weird attraction to an obviously dangerous guy, in ACOTAR Rhysand has talked to Feyre exactly one time and then he sent over a head on a spike and here she is, talking about how indescribably beautiful he is while hes making her friend and the man she will claim to love in the next chapter go down on their knees to beg for her safety. Idk man it just feels so weird

[princessconsuela120]

❃ FEZCO ❃

Chapter twenty-three: This Side of Paradise—❃

Series masterlist

Chapter Warnings: foul language, everything with teotfw and with euphoria

Authors note: Enjoy guys! All rights reserved to the show the end of the f*cking world.

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Normally, alyssa always kissed me first.

“Are you okay?” I asked, pulling away from the kiss as she sighed. I could tell she was somewhere else.

“Can we wait?” She asked, her voice full of worry as she spoke to me.

“Just for a bit, like, I don't know, for a few days, is that okay?”

“Yeah, of course.

I think it is okay. We've got, like, our whole lives. Plus, she might feel like it tomorrow.

“What?”

“Nothing. I can't believe I've got a brother. I've probably got, like, loads of them. All over the place. I know he's traveled. I've probably got family in Vietnam or some shit. I think I hate my dad more than I hate my mum.” She explained, making me nod.

“Me, too. I hate both of mine, but definitely hate my dad more.” 

It was true, I hated both my parents for leaving. I grew up when I was a kid, it wasn’t fair. My dad was a gangster, a bad one too. I never saw either of them ever again. Atleast my mom had the curtesy to leave me.

“Why?”

“'Cause she died and he didn't.” 

“What was she like?”

“I don’t know, I never met her. I lived with my grandma since I was a kid. She left when I was really young, so did my dad.” Alyssa sighed, smiling at me as she grabbed my hand. We sat next to each other on the beach, staring out at the water as she leaned her head against my shoulder.

“Fez?” She said softly, god I loved when she said my name.

“Yeah?”

“It wasn't your fault.” She reassured, squeezinng my hand with a smile. I smiled back, leaning my head against her with a sigh, a relieving one that seemed to let out all the stress I had been holding all my life. Somehow hearing her say that just made everything really simple. Like I knew I was gonna be okay because I had her. It's like we're at the edge of the world. Like we're safe. Only... we're not.

“We can't stay here.” She called out, seeming to think exactly what I did.

“Nope.”

“We can't go home.”

“No.”

“We should go away. Properly away. Like, somewhere foreign.”

Anywhere sounded perfect with Alyssa.

“Yeah.”

“Somewhere else completely new and start again.” She explained, pulling away from my embrace with an eager look.

“Yeah.”

“Do you want to do that, too?” She asked, making me nod.

“Yes.” I really did want that. “Shit ma id follow you anywhere.” She smiled at me and I smiled back. “We could take your dad's boat. We just need the keys.” 

It's much easier to think someone's the answer if you haven't seen them for years. Because they're not really real. People can't be answers. They're just more questions. Questions like: "Why are you such a fucking useless dad?" I could tell Alyssa was regretting coming here. I could tell that by the way she chucked beer cans at her dads sleeping body.

“Ah, fuck! Ah, Alyssa! Ah! You came back! Oh, thank God. I was worried about you.” Alyssa raised an eyebrow at him as he ran a hand through his hair nervously. “I was. I went looking for you everywhere.”

“No, you didn't. You ran over a dog, killed it, then fucked off and left me.” She hissed, making him sigh.

“Yeah, but after that. After all that. Wait, I killed the dog? Fucking hell!” Then he laughed, he fucking laughed. I was about 10 words away from kicking this man’s ass.

“I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I was shit-faced. Oh, I'm sorry. I'm laughing because it's bad, you know? I'm–“

“Can we go out on the boat?” Alyssa asked, catching her dad off guard.

“What?

“Your boat. Me and Fezco want to go out on it.”

“Now?”

“Yeah. Now.”

“Okay. Fine. Give me, like, ten minutes. I need a shit and a Berocca.

“You don't have to come with us.

“What do you mean?

“Just mean, it's cool, we'll manage. Fez is a good driver. We'll have it back by lunchtime.” 

That’s where we knew we were fucked, because instead of handing us the keys, he just chuckled. It made my skin crawl.

[hxllo-nana]

So, like I said in my previous Ask, I wanted to talk about some of ur other stuff (non-Dead Ringer) in another Ask/other Asks.  At least for the most part, and that is this Ask.

Copy and pasting from posts on ur hxllo nana YT again:

“Inkubator’s Arc: A villain Ink Sans story featuring lots of other aus (not just sanses), this and Deadringer are the two things im currently putting my time on

“Bonnytale: A flower infested story with a current focus on one original au, this will story will be posted on youtube after Deadringer”

I just wanted to say the “Inkubator’s Arc has been interesting so far (though, I do need to catch up on it some), and I am really happy u are posting it elsewhere (Tumblr), besides TikTok.  Maybe u could even post it on YouTube someday, like u do w/ Dead Ringer, Bonnytale in the future, etc.  But it is fine if u don’t.  Inkubator’s Arc seems to be done in quite the different format than Dead Ringer is and Bonnytale is being done is, which is also interesting.

I like the cast of Inkubator’s Arc so far, or at least, what we know and/or have seen it of so far.

Ok, done with talking about Inkubator’s Arc (for now at least, maybe), gonna talk about Bonnytale some now.

Bonnytale remains an awesome, interesting, and gorgeous AU to me, and I am really excited to see ur own AU’s story and stuff play out.

(This is the one Dead Ringer thing I am going to mention.  And I am mentioning it in connection to Bonnytale.  Or well, it was the one Dead Ringer thing I was going to mention in this Ask, but I had something else(s) after this).  

I remember seeing u decided to wait until u finished the pilot, instead of posting just the intro.  So you could post both the intro and pilot, and that it would maybe be early 2024 then/now?  But I can’t remember, but if u are going to be posting it after Dead Ringer, does that mean after all 7 (I think) episodes are done?  Including the intro and pilot?  If so, that is cool, just wanted to clarify.  And I am excited for then and stuff.

Also, forgot to mention this in my Dead Ringer Ask, and/or it just came to my mind now to say about ur Dead Ringer AU.  I just wanted to say, I really love and find it funny that Dead Ringer, who is the alive one, looks like the dark, kind of tired-looking “demon” child, while Chara (the dead one) looks so much happier and brighter and/or lighter.  Lmao.  Ok, that all of the other (I think) Dead Ringer stuff I wanted to mention in this Ask.  I want to talk about one other AU, but I am going to save that for the last (for now) Ask of mine, because once again, this getting long, and content-wise, I think splitting them like this makes sense.  2/3.

- NEXT ONE LET’S GO

- Inkubator’s arc is more of a comic style and requires less effort than deadringer and bonnytale, not only would this be good for me and my schedule (and sanity), but it allows me to work on bonnytale without burning myself. I would probably animate or give visual editing on a few things(chapter parts)in Inkubator and post it on youtube maybe so let’s see!

- Bonnytale will come after all episodes of Deadringer are done. (or atleast when ep 6 is posted). There is a few things about this au I would like to tweak (in terms of plot and a few design changes) and I need all the time I can get before I release anything in case I want to make some changes. For what time in the year it would come I think it’s best I don’t say anything incase I curse myself…again

- The entire cast of deadringer has been emofied by 1000 and the only fact is…that everyone is completely aware of it lol. Chara mostly but their image is more leaning into, “i’m cute so I won’t get hurt”, but they still have the same headspace as original Chara :b

- hehehehe, i love asks *CRUNCH*

[inky2556]

Magix Ultra

Chapter 14

"How are things going?" The alien woman Nera, asked.

"It's working well as expected. The lives we took from the inhabitants of planet Kirax and all the other planets we conquered gets us closer to reviving him. However I believe if you want to use Zero as a host, adding in more ultra life force would further strengthen his soul and help him take over the ultra's body once he kills Zero's soul." Alien Bat informed her.

"I already have a plan in mind. For now, leave." Alien Bat willingly complied. He didn't want to suffer the same fate as Ultra Dark Killer if he failed any task given.

After he left Nera kept her gaze on the pod. From the pod's glass she could see her own reflection. Her last battle against Chiara had left her face disfigured. Now she wore a mask that covered the right side of her face from her forehead to her cheek. It was a miracle that her eye was still functional.

"I'm sorry it took so long dear... but just wait a little longer. I'll get things done as soon as possible." For a moment, her lips curved up into a gentle smile. Something that seemed impossible for someone like her. But her smile soured when Chiara crossed her mind.

Looking at the reflection of her face she wondered, "It can't be her can it?"

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"Good news Chiara, that was the last of the tests. Your vitals and genes are stable so that means you won't be having any outburst like you did earlier on."

"Really? That's a relief! Though I have to ask, why can't I revert back to my ultra form?" Chiara asked. Hikari pondered for a moment before scrolling through his datapad.

Then he started explaining that it may be because once Chiara had awaken her true powers, her body evolved from an ultra to what she is now. Take Grigio for example. From Grigio Regina she evolved into Ultrawoman Grigio. Typically beings that evolve cannot return to the state they were in before.

But ultimately Chiara's outer appearance is influenced by which part of her is more dominant. She emerged as a fairy and can still keep her civilian human form after dropping her fairy form because the fairy part of her is stronger than the ultra part.

She had more inquiries but was interrupted when her holo watch started beeping as a reminder for something. And that something was the Spark festival. A celebration held every century to commemorate the Plasma Spark and with it the birth of ultras.

"I see the Spark festival will be starting soon." The scientist said.

"Mhm, are you going too?" She asked liglightheartedly.

"I am. Thankfully that was the last of my work. Atleast until after the festival."

"Great! I'll get going now. Don't wanna be late." She took a few steps towards the door when he spoke again,

"Go on, I hope you have a great time with Zero."

Zero?

"Are you not going with Zero?" Hikari asked when he noticed her confused expression.

"Actually I'm meeting up with Grigio and the rest. I don't know about Zero. Maybe I'll see him at the festival." She responded.

"Ah, my apologies. I thought couples generally attend festivities together. That doesn't seem to be the case."

"What does that have to do with Zero?"

"You two are dating aren't you." His words made her choke on her words. Didn't she clear all that dating stuff with her friends? How could the misunderstanding reach Hikari?

"Da-dating?! Where'd you hear that from?!"

"I heard it from Mebius who heard it from Taro who heard it from Ace who said that Zett and Grigio saw you two- Chiara?" Said fairy leaned against the wall beside the door looking like her soul left her body. Hikari tried stepping closer to see if she was alright but slowly backed away when he saw the dark look on her face.

Then Mebius came in and caught sight of Hikari standing in the lab seemingly frightened. Suddenly he sensed a familiar presence beside him and jerked when he saw Chiara leaning against the wall.

"Um...Chiara are you-" he reached his hand out but quickly pulled away and jumped back towards Hikari when she started mumbling incoherently.

The two ultras gulped when they heard her whisper under her breath,

"I'm gonna #$%&*!€£¥&^^ those two..."

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How? Why? Chiara asked herself. How did she end up in this situation?

She had promised to meet up with her friends before the festival starts. But when she arrived at their meeting spot, no one was there except for Zero. It turns out that the UFZ was going to the festival too. And like Chiara, he too was waiting for them.

What a coincidence it was that they all were meeting at the same spot.

Chiara and Zero tried contacting their friends.

After finally getting in touch with them, she found out everyone had returned to earth for personal and monster related matters. As for Zero, Mirror Knight said that they were held up at Mighty Base and would be running 'reeeaaal' late so he should go ahead without them.

And that's how she found herself sitting on one of the tall crystal buildings with Zero waiting for nightfall, which is when the Spark festival will begin. They passed the time chatting away by sharing stories of their adventures and even fighting techniques.

Although she did feel nervous around him. Especially after balling her eyes out infront of him and the revelation that the misunderstanding of their relationship had reached the ears of other ultras.

"How did you learn to fight like that?" Zero asked curiously. When she had amnesia, Chiara was a good fighter that could hold her own against him in a sparing match. Now that her memories are back, she kept him on his toes everytime they sparred as they each had equal chance of winning over the other.

"I come from a long line of knights and mages. I even knew how to weild a sword and cast my first magic rune looog before I found out I was a fairy. In my family, combat training is a must. It helps us fight better with or with our swords and magic. Throughout the centuries, my family's cultivated all kinds of techniques when it comes to things like these." She explained and that's when it hit him. Chiara had family and friends in her home dimension. They were probably waiting for her to come home or worse, thought that she was dead.

There were a lot of ultras that can travel through the multiverse including himself. She could've been home by now with any of their help. But... would they still see each other again if-

Zero mentally slapped himself at the thought. Chiara was fond of all of them so of course she would want to keep seeing them. Visiting and bringing her back wouldn't be a problem since he can multiverse jump anytime he wants. Though it can be just a tad bit draining.

"Chiara do you-"  "Zero your-"

Both of them paused and stared at each other.

"Well I-"  "Well I-"

It happened again. This time they both chuckled at the coincidence.

"You go first Chiara." He offered.

"Well...you guys helped me in more ways than one. And for that, I'm grateful to you and to everyone else."

"Pssh, don't mention it. It's what any decent person would do.But seriously, trust issues or not, those guys were being big jerks. It makes me wonder how they could work with each other."  Zero spoke as he crossed his arms. The ultra hadn't met them, but boy was he angry. And he could never look at a chicken wing the same way again. Though his inner rantings were interrupted when he heard a soft giggle.

Gently, Chiara smiled and said,

"Zero...you're really kind, you know that?"

By now nighttime had fallen.

In 3...

2...

1...

!!!BOOM!!!

Sparkles of light erupted from the centre of the city and spread everywhere. It was then accompanied by cheers and the sound of fireworks going off. The Spark festival had finally begun!

The sight of light sparkles flowing in the air and everything that followed mesmerised Chiara. In the blink of an eye the entire city was joyful. No wonder everyone was so excited.The sparkles, decorative lights and whatnot that illuminated and brought life to the darkness of night made the Spark festival more glorious. And that's not counting all the other things she had yet to see.

Chiara admired the scenery before her with a bright smile on her face. He didn't know it was even possible for her to smile even brighter when she turned her gaze to him. Zero felt his heart and colour lamp skip a beat. Then her words from earlier echoed in his head.

"Zero...you're really kind, you know that?"

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[franksintrayaoi]

Chapter 4

Gabe had woken up due to Clems shifting in bed,he stood up and walked over to her while she was examining the wound.

"How are you feeling?you got hit by a bullet but it didn't leave any fragments anywhere."

Clem tried to sat up but winced at the soreness of her shoulder,Gabe laid her back down and felt her forehead.

"Well you're not burning up atleast,that's a good sign. And you're not pale. But let's get you some fresh air ok?it's sunset,maybe itll help you feel better."

Gabe helped stand her up and walked her to the door. It was a old little shack,mostly made of sheet metal and wooden pallets. The sun was beautiful, the sky was a mix of pinks,oranges and blues. It was just what she needed. The two sat down and Clem struggled to hold her head up.

She leaned herself onto Gabes shoulder,once she did that his heart rate picked up. Gabe looked down at her and smiled at her,she smiled back at him. Both of their hearts skipped a beat. Gabes eyes dilated before he cupped her cheeks and kissed her on the mouth.

"Oh man I'm so sorry I should have asked,I'm reall-" Clem cut him off by pulling his head right back into her. Both of them were utterly wrecked and shaking,but not in a bad way. After all it was their first kiss. Clem left her eyes shut. The two pulled back slowly and hugged,Clem didn't know what their relationship was but it didn't matter to her. She was utterly infatuated with him.

Gabe was sweating,his face turned a shade of maroon. Clem looked utterly elysian, she was playing with her hair because she had become nervous. Both of them fell asleep right there under the moon only using eachother to stay warm.

At that moment their shared redamancy washed away all past troubles they had ever had. And then dawn came atlast.

When both of them had woken they prepared to leave,a few more hours and they'd be in Nevada. After 32 days they'd finally be there. They had made it to some place called "Scenic", it was right next Mesquite.

Gabe was inquisitive "Where do you plan on going once we get here?you can stay with me,I'm sure mama will let you stay with us."

Clem practically jumped around all giddy,she couldn't wait to be able to have a real family for once. After a few hours and over the afternoon horizon you could finally see the strip. It was old yet still standing. Far a few soldiers stood around the tents near by and glanced at Clem like she was a mad woman.

"So when we get in here don't be afraid of mama,she isn't mean she just didn't expect me back so soon..." Gabe knocked on the house door and was greeted by a woman in her late mid 30s. A pretty woman with dark curly hair and sweet eyes,however she had been holding a dagger. Once she had noticed it was her baby she quickly put it up and squeezed him as tight as ever.

In a light and heavily accented voice she asked "who is that mi sol?ay do you have a girlfriend now?"

Gabe blushed and didn't know what to say,he wasn't really sure what they were yet.

"My name is Irene dear,and you are?"

"Clementine"

"Oh like the oranges?or like it's all merciful meaning in french?"

"What's a orange?"

In a whisper she said"*Gabe where did you find her at..?*"

"I found her in the mire all the way in West Virginia, she was statving to death"

"Ay pobrecita,come eat please you look thinner than a freeside junkie"

Irene glanced over at Clems shoulder and saw she was clearly in pain. "Mijo I told you to stay out of trouble.if you can,who got her?"

"Some raiders way back in Moab,I thought it was vacant there. "

"That's because it was,it was last year anyways. But they've had time to move in and settle down." She said as she rolled out some dough.

The house was cozy, a little cluttered but it felt nice to be in a house that was loved. It looked as if she had made it herself. The windows were made from old church stained glass and the light coming through it was gorgeous.

"Do you want any help miss?I don't wanna be a guest in your house and sit like a bump on a log."

"If you insist then yes,do you know what we're making?"

Clem thought for a moment and looked at how she was folding the dough,it looked like the recipe her mom left her in her notebook,empanadas de queso,she had never had the chance to taste it before. "¿Empanadas de queso?"

"Bingo!don't know how you guessed it right but you got it."

Clem felt satisfied at all of this,she was happy again.

[weird-is-life]

When night falls, I am your escape #10

Sumarry: After avoiding her home town for a long time because of the boy who broke her heart. Y/N goes home to spend the longest time there in 15 years. The problem is that he is home, too. Daniel wants to reconnect with her but she wants nothing more than to just avoid him

Warnings: language, mentions of food and alcohol

Chapters: 10/12

Words: 2.8k Masterlist

Over the last few days, I've hung out with Daniel and the guys, a couple of times. The more I hung out with them, the closer I got again with Daniel, but there was still some kind of wall between us. Like we would talk, but never anything too personal, just some random thoughts.

But I have to say, it was fun. It was like we were back in the old times. You know, me and Daniel hanging out with our friends doing some stupid shit, but enjoying every single minute of it.

I'm not gonna lie, it felt like I was finally home. Like I was home. It made me feel like I was back to normal. Back to the old me, the old me before Daniel'd left, before I'd had this huge void in my heart before I'd moved away before I had been raised the wall for everybody.

It felt invigorating and scary at the same time. The old feelings I had for Daniel started to slowly break through and that felt scary. And the fact, that I was leaving back to London in few days wasn't helping to ease the worry at all.

I was scared, that it would all disappear, these new/old friendships, after going back to London. That the next time, I would come home, it would go back to the way it was for the last 15 years, which means, me being practically a ghost and Daniel just a distant memory.

I stopped myself from thinking about it all, before i could have fallen in the pit of total anxiety. Instead, I focused on stressing about what to wear, because Daniel invited me to a barbecue at his house.

I settled on a simple but pretty summer dress, that I'd found in the closet. I took the food and the beers and drove to the farm.

I was kind of nervous as I patiently waited for Daniel to open the door. It was my first time coming over to his house and i didn't know what to expect.

"Hi!" Daniel beamed after he opened the door.

"Hi, I hope I'm not too late" I bashfully said. It took me a little longer to choose the damn outfit than I'd expected.

"You're great, perfectly on time" he assured me. He was looking at me with friendly eyes and something more. But i couldn't quite pinpoint what it was.

"Good, so... May I come in? " I giggled. He was just looking at me with this small smile, that I thought he was going to let me stand in the doorway forever.

"Uh yeah yeah, sorry. Come on in" he opened the door wider, so I could step in.

Once I did, I just stared in awe. His house looked just as big from the inside as it did from the outside. But the thing, that stunned me was how homey and cozy it looked.

The design was making this perfect comfortable atmosphere, that made all my nerves go away.

"You can go outside to the terrace. Everybody is there, just go straight through that glass door" Daniel pointed at the door in front of him.

"Okay, do you need help with anything? I'm happy to help" I offered.

"No no, it's alright, I got it" I nodded and followed his instructions to get outside.

I greeted everybody and got to know a few people. After a while, Daniel joined us and the fun began in full motion. There was a lot of food and a lot of drinks.

I didn't want to drink at first as I came there in a car. I agreed atleast to have one toast and not anymore. But after the first toast and there was the second and then the third and god knows how many more after that, I started to feel the effect of the alcohol. I was tipsy, I realized that as I almost fell on my ass on the way to the toilet.

I would have fallen on the floor if it wasn't for the pair of strong hands that caught me. I turned around to look at my savior.

"Oh, easy there" he chuckled at my clumsiness.

"Heyy" I smiled at him, I had a few drinks in me.

"Hi" he chuckled again.

"C-could you tell me where I can find the bathroom?" I slurred.

"The second door on the right in the hall" he explained, he still held my hand, making sure I wouldn't fall.

"Thanks."

"You okay to walk there alone, not gonna fall?" he asked.

"Yup, don't worry," I said proudly.

He watched me as I walked to the right door, disappearing inside the bathroom, and then he left to join the others outside.

When I came back from the bathroom, I was feeling sobered up, because i splashed my face with some cold water.

But I didn't stay sober for too long. Because there was another round of shots being passed around.

"What are we drinking to now?" I asked.

"To the friendship" Mike raised his glass, "old and the new. "

"Well, I will drink to that" Daniel drowned the drink, staring straight at me.

I gulped down the drink, trying to not think about Daniel's intense stare directed at me. Another round of shots helped me to just do that. I didn't even remember what happened after that.

I woke up with a sore back, laying on Daniel's sofa. Sleeping on that thing wasn't comfortable in the slightest. I noticed I had a blanket over me and a bucket near me on the floor.

Whoever made sure I wasn't cold last night also made sure, that I wouldn't puke on the floor. I was silently thankful to that person.

After a few minutes of sitting on the sofa, trying to remember what happened last night and making sure my head would stop spinning, I got up and went straight to the kitchen.

I noticed it was still very very early in the morning. I didn't want to wake anybody else up. I just wanted to have one coffee and then I'd leave home.

As quietly as I could, I made myself a cup of coffee and went to sit outside on the terrace.

It was so early in the morning, that the sun just started to rise. I sipped on the dark liquid and watched the beautiful scenery in front of me.

I didn't hear the door open, only noticed that somebody came out here, after they sat right next to me. I didn't notice them before that, so I got spooked.

"Shit" I almost spilled the coffee on myself from the shock.

"Sorry, didn't mean to scare ya," a familiar voice said. I turn my head to the right to look at Daniel.

"You walk like some fucking spy, I didn't hear a thing," I said teasingly, looking at him with a tired smile.

"Sorry" he apologized, "what are you doing out here?"

"Just wanted to drink a coffee and then I'll be on my way, hope you don't mind" I shyly said. I probably overstayed my welcome as it was. It wasn't my intention to get drunk and then fall asleep here.

"Stay as long as you like, I don't mind a bit" he assured me, and only then did I spot he had a cup of coffee in hand as well.

"Thank you for letting me stay over. I'm sorry for getting drunk. Again." I said embarrassedly.

"Nah, it's alright. Everybody stayed here because they were too drunk. So don't worry, you weren't the only one" he laughed.

"Good to know, but thanks anyway" he only nodded his head as 'no problem'.

We stayed quiet after that. We were just enjoying the hot drinks, the sunrise, and each other's company. Not that I would ever admit that.

"Do you know what this reminds me of?" he asked after a while.

"No?"

"The one time, we both agreed to watch the sunrise together and you left me alone to watch it," he said with a small smile on his face.

"That's not what happened. I didn't leave you to watch it alone, I just fell asleep, that's a big difference" I corrected him.

"Whatever, it felt the same to me" he shrugged.

"You're annoying," I said with a chuckle.

"Only a little bit" he laughed with me.

After our laughter died down and I couldn't help but admire his face. He had quite a glow-up since high school.

"What ya looking at? Do I have something on my face?" he started touching his cheek, confused by my stare.

"Nothing, I was just thinking, how different you are now from the boy I knew in high school" I confessed, cheeks slightly flushed.

"I'm still the same Daniel I was. Just a tad more handsome" he smirked.

"Still the same Daniel? No, I don't believe that" there was no way he didn't change.

"Why?"

"It's hard to believe that you didn't change. I mean, you are a superstar. Like people know you around the whole world" I stated.

"Well, believe it or not, I'm still me. Even if I'm famous" he said, trying to convince me.

"And what about you?" he asked.

"What about me?"

"You still the same?"

"No, of course not. Thank god for that" I laughed dryly. I didn't want to even think about the old me.

"Thank god for that? What was so wrong about the old you? I lo-liked the old you " Daniel's face twisted.

" Thank god I'm changed because the old me was pathetic. I mean, I used to be in love with this stupid boy, that broke my heart and I naively thought he would change his mind and come back " before i could even really think about the words, they had already left my mouth.

My eyes widened when I realized what I just admitted to Daniel. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I felt like such an idiot. So stupid of me to say that.

I had to leave like immediately, so I got up and started for the door. I was barely a step away from him when his hand gently wrapped around my wrist.

"Wait wait wait. Did you love me? But-but why didn't you say anything?" he was looking at me with those big eyes, that begged me to answer his questions.

"Forget, I said anything. I think I'm gonna just go now" I didn't want to embarrass myself any more than I already had.

"Y/N, please answer me" he pleaded.

"Just let me go, please" I never wanted him to know about those stupid feelings I've had.

But he let go of my hand, allowing me to leave and I took that opportunity straight away.

"Y/N," he said my name as I put my hand on the door handle.

"Let's go out" he quickly mumbled.

"What?" I gave him the 'are you serious look'. I confessed that I'd loved him and he wanted to hang out. What the hell was wrong with this guy?

"I want to show, that I'm still the same" he ignored my stunned expression. I think, he didn't want me to feel embarrassed, so he proposed this to make me feel better.

"What do you say? Will you go out with a literal superstar?" he tried to lighten the mood. But his smile slightly faltered when I stayed quiet for a while.

But eventually, I let out a quiet 'okay' and left.

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Daniel's pov

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Daniel was stunned. You said you loved him ...-well that you had loved him, but it still made the breath hitch in his throat and it made him feel this weird feeling in his stomach.

You used to love him. How had he never noticed it? Was he truly so blind?

Were you so blind too? I mean, hell. Daniel was so in love with you. He sometimes forgot you weren't dating and flirted with you like you were his girl.

But he was a coward. He hadn't said anything, because you'd been his best friend and he hadn't wanted to lose you.

So he'd stuck with just the friendship. But knowing now, that you were in love with him, too. It felt like the old wound was ripped wide open and the feelings bled out of it like a waterfall.

It made him want to go back in time and change everything. But as that wasn't possible, he settled on making everything right by asking you out, again. And maybe he would ask you on a date after that, who knows?

Still, he texted you the details of the day. By details I mean, the time when he was picking you up and that you ought to take your swimming suit with you. Nothing else. He didn't say what you were going to do.

The swimming suit did shorten the list of what you could do, but still, I could be anything, so you were left wondering.

Daniel on the other hand was excited about the day, hoping it would go smoothly and that you would like it.

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First-person/exterior pov

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'I'm outside' said the text from Daniel. I quickly threw everything i needed in the bag and stumbled outside.

"Hi," I said as I opened the door to his car.

"Hi, c'mon, we're gonna be late" he hurried me in the car.

"Where are we going?"

"You'll see..." she said and turned on the radio.

I thought, that it would be awkward in the car, because of what I'd said to him. The whole 'i loved you when we were teenagers' was already bad enough and him not acknowledging it now was even worse. So of course, it should be weird between us, right? Turns out, that no.

Daniel was very chill. He was cracking jokes, singing along to the songs, and talking to me the whole car ride. It was like I had imagined telling it to him, which I wished was true.

"Daniel, are we going to the beach?" I said when I noticed the ocean coming up in my view.

"Yup" he grinned at me.

"But why? Are we going swimming or?"

"We are here to show you I'm still the same and no, we aren't going swimming, well kinda" he replied.

"Huh?" I wasn't catching on.

"You know, how I said I never tried surfing because of the sharks?" he sighed as he noticed my confused face.

"Yeah?"

"Well, I'm going to concur my fears today with you. I was never one to back out of trying something new in high school, even if it was scary. And I'm not the one now either" he explained to me.

That made a lot of sense, I should have seen it coming.

And it was true, it was something like the Daniel I used to know would do. So I started to believe him a little, but still seeing him in the water, trying to not fall off the board would make me believe him.

"Okay, yeah, that makes sense. But I didn't bring my board, why didn't you say anything? I could have brought it with me" i questioned.

"Don't worry. My friend has this surf shop there, he'll rent us the boards and even the wetsuits" he pointed at the small house made of wood in front of us.

"Oh, okay."

"One more thing," he said, " you will have to teach me because I do not know about surfing. "

Great...

After we got the surfs and everything, the real 'fun' began.

I showed Daniel how to paddle, how to stand up, and how to keep his balance and he watched and listened to me with real interest.

To my surprise, he was natural. I didn't know, how someone could stand up on the first try, but he managed to do exactly that.

I thought it was beginner's luck at first. But after he did it again and again and again, I knew it was no luck.

"How can you be so good at it? Be honest, have you done it before?" I asked in disbelief as we walked from the shore to the surf shop.

"It was my first time, I swear" he laughed, " and I don't know how. It must be the general talent I have I guess" he snarked.

"Yeah, right" I laughed at him. It was easy to joke around and have fun with him. It was almost scary, how easy it seemed to be like best friends again.

"Umm y/n, I was thinking of getting something to eat here, what do you say? I heard they do killer burgers" he scratched the back of his neck, unsure if I would say yes. His eyes begged me to say yes.

"Sure, sounds great. I'm starving" I beamed.

"Cool, let's go get changed and we can go eat."

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Hey guys, thank you for reading. This took me a long time but we got there lmao.

Also huge thanks to Hannah for proof-reading💕✨.

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[kakubun]

what if you were their personal helper?

a/n: im biased on all of these because basically you're special to them in a type of way

part 2

warnings: chapter 189-206 spoilers‼‼, suggestive, violence mentions

sanzu

you would be his personal cook that mikey assigned

you really worked hard at making the best dishes for sanzu (1. 50/50 chance of getting killed because you might never know with his pill popping ass and 2. you don't want to purposely mess up good ingredients)

sanzu though, really loves your dishes

he would say horrendous compliments like how he was about to have an orgasm biting into the steak minutes ago (rindou looks up at him from his laptop in disgust while ran scoffs in amusement)

ran suggested to maybe gift you something or pay a visit to whoever is cooking his meals and damn well sanzu was thrilled to hear that idea and was ready to work on it

(the haitani brothers thought the same, that you were probably going to shit your pants if bonten's number 2 suddenly appeared right beside you out of nowhere)

the very next day, his preffered time of lunch was much more later than the others so it's pretty normal for the others to not see him at the table and knowing that he's doing his own business

but this is completely different than what he usually does, he's looking for you! and there you were, in the flesh and busy preparing his meal

you look rather panicked, oh how many guesses he had. it was near his lunch time, you cooked the wrong meal, you're panicking about the slighest things or you thought you were doing it wrong

turns out you just wanted to cut the right size of tomatoes because you cut one ridiculously large chunk so you huffed and picked another tomato and nearly laughed at your stupidity

well sanzu was correct in some ways but you were just minutes away in finishing so he watched

with every second he stepped closer and the closer he got which was just right over your shoulder, you squeled because 1) creepy and 2) his breath was tickling your neck that you just had to make noise

you grabbed your wrist and your finger bled, in the state of suprise you accidently cut your thumb, luckily it was only a little so you rushed to the sink to wash it off

sanzu had a smile on his face, oh woops accidently shocked a poor person by breathing on them so the best he could do was offering a bandaid that was in his pocket

you glanced at his arm and saw the bonten tattoo inked on it so your eyes lit up in fear in why a bonten member is up infront of you

you gulped and he couldn't help but giggle to how terrified you looked and he twirled the plate that his food on it

"you're almost finished with my food, huh? quickly, you have a few seconds" you looked at him again but with genuine curiousity and suprise that said "sanzu haruchiyo? what is he doing here?"

your thoughts swirled in your head in chaos, finishing up his food and the waiter that were to take his food entered the kitchen

he froze in the doorway, recognizing the feared bonten 2 and sanzu asked him to go away by simply motioning it with his hand as well as adding in a "if you don't go, i'll kill you" by doing a slashing motion across his neck, you did not know how fast the waiter walked out of there

sanzu carried his plate towards the table your partners and you ate at and sat there, tilting his head when you stayed at the same spot

"sit here, i wanna talk" shitting your pants is a understatement, dying should be the right term

but no worries when you sat down, he smiled again with his eyes closed (though you're not sure what kind of smile was this, his rare ones? because if it is then you can make it out of here without being out in a grave)

let's just say he was interested in you and he said quite some nice words to you, this won't be the first time he'll crash into your life and have moments of talking to you after all, you're his cook right?

you're just lucky enough when he decides that you're one of the few pieces he'll cherish in his life, one he wouldn't kill but respect deeply and stick around with

kokonoi

you were his respectable assistant that deals with errands, well a more better term is a spy

you listened to conversations about bonten in the dark and sneak off to inform the others, first of all koko of course

your relationship between him was proffesional and all, reporting about what bonten enemies have said, nod and leave

but there was a time where he finally got to know you a bit better

you were a bit later than the time he asked for you to come to his office after your work, about 10 minutes atleast and he raised his eyebrow at you when you slipped into his office out of breath but quickly regain it as to not piss him off any further

"sorry sir, i got attacked" attacked you say? he got up from his seat, slowly approacing you and you sweat

overall his demeanor was cocky and all but you've never seen a scary side so supposingly it's okay for you to not feel threatened but would he really be angry at you for getting attacked?

"i don't see any bruises on you, did you really get attacked?" that sly grin showcased itself, he felt the taste of a lie coming but it didn't when you spoke up again

"i fought back sir, with this." you pulled out the staff, pressing the button to open it and twirled it over for him to see

it was the staff he gave, well actually showed off when he opened the weapons room, telling you to atleast get a weapon to defend yourself, if you can even though (he halfly joked at the end with his tongue out)

you told him that it was the gang that was still gaining these "leaks and secrets" or so to speak, are the ones rindou falsely put out in the open and the gang planned to go to one of the secret bases that bonten usually went to

besides what you say is necessary information but he circled around you in silence and decided to try to hit your head but you smack his hand away with the staff

he went for your neck but you swiftly wack the staff into his waist and he groaned, impressed

he was about to say something but sanzu interrupted by opening the door without knocking and almost bumped koko with the door

"heheh sorry, can i borrow your assistant, come come~" sanzu sung out but koko shooed him away, wanting some time to talk to you but pink crazed bastard wanted to talk to you so he shut the door on him and yelled at him to go away for a moment

after that day, more people seem to recognize and fought with you

it would pretty ironic if koko were to be the one ordering them to attack you

" i wanna see you fight more" whatever he says, you just hope it actually isn't him sending mofos to attack you because that would be a d!ck move

but he didn't, one of the bonten members revealed that a little spy is watching them from above like the idiots they were that they bumbled out their secrets for the spy to hear (guess who)

so he rewards you, after the hell you went through, you better be gifted

extra!!:

"may i measure you?" you looked back at the person in shock as they smiled warmly at you and you suspiciously glared at them, reaching slowly for your staff.

"sir kokonoi has asked to measure you." they went to stretch out the measuring tape and held it around your waist, you hesitated on holding up your shirt because of how ticklish and feathery their fingers were. this was all too sudden but you go along with it.

while you twist your shirt up, they placed a note in your back pocket and you questioned on why did they do that, you reached it while they're measuring your legs.

"i'll send someone in to measure your size for your clothing, do you also want lingerie to be part of your gift too?~" the note said and you nearly stumbled into the tailor when you tried rereading it all over again.

"what colour do you want? do you want a matching set?" "no!!"

(koko's probably pissing himself right now, trying to imagine your panicky expression, laughing like a maniac in his office)

ran

you worked as his personal maid and he admired how careful you were

you were pretty noticeable since you took your time on one thing at a time like dusting off shelves and cupboards for a long moment or scrubbing away at the dirt in the plate that stuck too long there (i mean it's reasonable but you stressed over it for a few minutes)

he approached at some times to check on you and he would smile sadistically at times when you look at him like a deer in headlights, wondering what you did wrong to make him approach you himself

he just wanted to praise and point out some of your habits which you rubbed your neck to and nodded to do better next time

it also gave him a chance to see your stretched arm and your hands, especially your knuckles more better than afar (not in a creepy way)

your knuckles were deep red and would have cuts over it and he would leave at that but it got too much for him whenever he came to you and it kept getting worse

he popped the question when you moved his flowers into a pot to sit in the sun when your hands were all bandaged up

"why has the condition of your hands worsen everytime i come to you?" so he did notice, you sighed and told him the truth while you rubbed your bandaged knuckles

"people are picking on me so hitting their faces makes my knuckles hurt and become ugly each time i return back here" he was suprised that you even used your fists and he held your hands and spoke softly

"you didn't use the baton i gave you?" you feel yourself burn, you had to pull away from him and you wanted to jog off into the sun but you akwardly shrugged instead

"i'm a lot more used to using fists to fight plus i.. might have hit my face with the baton once" his laugh was sugary sweet, the rarest you've ever heard but he was laughing at your mistake so you bit your tongue and fumed, going back to arranging his flowers (that he's probably allergic to but keeps them around cause they're pretty💀)

he patted your shoulder, casually correcting himself that it was cute that atleast you did try to use the baton that he lended to you

"i'll teach you, every evening at around 4, i'll train you to use the baton so it's less work for your fists and more for your baton." you responded that mikey had his meal around that time and you had to clean the table cloth after he eats, shyly you admit that he tends to be a little messy when eating

ran smiled, stuffing his hands into his pockets and going off after insulting you one last time

"i'm impressed that you're more careful with the table cloth than your own hands" and that ends the evening with you screaming into your hands because of how frustating, ran haitani bonten executive was

extra!!:

"now i really need you to be honest with me, how do you even fight with your fists?" "your brother teaches me how to break their limbs but i accidently graze the floor sometimes because of how tough the enemy is"

well that was pretty shocking, he looks at you with suprise in his eyes, you also looked at him suprised, you just didn't know how expressive he was and you're finding out about them because of these 4pm sessions.

"doesn't he have a maid that helps him out?" "he says i make great coffee" ran grumbled that you shouldn't even serve a fucker who drinks coffee in the first place and you couldn't help laughing. in exchange for the love of coffee, rindou might as well train you. he's not blind, he sees the bruises on your hands when you return back to the headquarters.

(and to maybe trigger ran a little since he was the one mainly teaching reader his fighting style and not ran and his lame ass baton and he just stole his maid for a few seconds, might as well train them as a reward)

"show me a better compliment and i might stop serving him" "you're good with your hands" you smirked and got up and tapped his shoulders with the baton, teasing him into giving you more compliments

"shut it now before i use my hands to shut you up" "you may at anytime" and he did, now you can imagine what he did lol

[awhoreforeddiemunson]

The Element of Surprise

Chapter seven

Summary: There's a new girl in town named Marley. She's very shy, but once you get know her she can suprise you. She has a hard time fitting in at school. Marley has the personality of a fairy. Meaning she has a light heart and speaks in a soft voice. Maybe that's what's in her element of suprise when certain people find out who or what she really is.

Mentions: Season 4 spoilers, angst, little bit of fluff.

Tag: @readers-posts

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"So, you are a hundred procent sure that it was Chrissy in Eddie's trailer?" Marley asked the redhead ,later finding out her name was Max. She lived across from Eddie's trailer and saw him and Chrissy entering his home last night, and when the morning came around the cops arrived, investigating the crime scene at Eddie's trailer. Chrissy had been brutally murdered.

It hadn't been out to the public yet, but Max saw a glimpse of her laying on the living room floor, her bones broken in various places.

But what was Chrissy doing at Eddie's? Why was she there? And where's Eddie now?

So many questions and no answers could be given.

Marley could hardly believe that Eddie was a murderer. But then again, she only knew him for a week. But from what she has seen of him was hardly murderer material. He was sweet, dorky and caring. No way in Marley's life could Eddie do such a cruel act.

Max and Dustin were constantly bickering at each other while Marley was just trying to put the pieces together. Something wasn't adding up.

"Helloooo? Marley? Are you even listening?" Dustin waved his hands in front of the girl's face as if he was trying to snap her back to reality.

"Uhh yeah, sorry" Max rolled her eyes and continued talking. "We can't presume anything, but it doesn't look good for Eddie."

Marley noticed her breathing becoming quicker and her heartbeat started beating faster. She needed to be alone, she needed time to think. She felt a lump forming in her throat and she could already feel her hands starting to heat up. If only she could control her powers in times like this. This time a panic attack fueled her power within her. So she did what she had to do. She walked away from the two young teenagers and went towards the bathroom and locked the door.

She heard Dustin yelling after her but she ignored him, she desperately needed to calm down.

With her hands gripping the sink, already heating up. She looked up to the mirror. The mirror was already fogging up because of the heat. But she saw something else too. Her eyes were glowing ember yellow.

"Please Dustin, just leave me for a few minutes!" Marley yelled back.

But just as she yelled, her hands were on fire, this time the fire was filled with rage and it was burning brighter and higher than ever. "Please, I can do this" she whispered. She needed to take control. She was the power and the power was not her.

"Deep breaths" she told herself.

Marley did what she told herself to do. And finally it seemed to work. The flames became less agressive and soon they calmed down to a gentle fire like a candle flickering

It only took one more last deep breath for the flames to dissappear.

Her eyes were normal again but her hands were still hot but atleast they weren't burning anymore.

"Max and I are going to figure this out Marley, let me know if you find out something" and then silence fell as they left her house. She noticed dried up streaks of tears on her cheeks and her nose was still a little stuffy. Her mother was downstairs, she was watching the news about he horrible happening in Hawkins.

Eddie was suposed to call her today, but seeming that wasn't going to happen any time soon, at least not now.

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Max and Dustin went to Family video to do some research to find out where Eddie could be.

And Marley was still at home, how could she handle this situation? Poor Chrissy, she was still so young and besides the Hellfire club, Marley seemed to genuinely like her, even if they didn't hung out, she knew Chrissy was a good person.

She was acting kind of weird lately and no one but Marley seemed to notice. If only she could've helped her, maybe she would be still alive.

She was wondering how Eddie would be feeling at this moment.

Scared, terrified or was he truly that cruel? Or worse, what if the killer took Eddie and killed him and that the police would find his body at Lover's lake a few days later.

Marley felt powerless, she wanted to help but she didn't know how, even if she wanted to go out searching for Eddie, she would get lost considering she was new in Hawkins and had no idea how to navigate herself.

Once, Eddie had promised Marley a tour through Hawkins so Marley could get acquainted with the now gloomy town.

The frustration was evident on her face. A groan left her mouth as she collapsed on her bed. She was staring mindlessly to the ceiling. She missed Eddie, where could he possibly be?

Marley put her hands up, and summoned her powers, swirling a small flame from finger to finger, they would keep her distracted, or atleast, that's what she thought.

"Okay that's it!" Marley stood up and put on her shoes. She just had to go out, to look for Eddie. Even if it meant getting lost.

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Two hours of searching and still no Eddie. Marley was walking through the woods and to be quite honest, she was lost. But she tried to stay calm, for Eddie's sake.

In the distance between the trees she could see two houses. One of them was connected to a lake so it must have been a boathouse. There was only one lake in Hawkins and that was Lover's lake. "So this is the famous Lover's lake" Marley mumbled to herself.

She decided to take a look at the two houses, if there was someone home maybe they could help her get back to civilization.

Marley put her hands to the window to shield away the light from outside to get a better view. It was dark inside and it looked like nobody was home. As Marley wanted to move away from the window she noticed a small detail. A pot on the stove. The stove was off but from the looks of it it was recently used, because there was steam coming off the pot. Making it known that there was some steaming food in there or was.

"Hello? Is somebody home. I need help"

Marley called out but no one responded. She decided to walk towards another window to check things out.

The window seemed to lead to a bedroom, the sheets were messy and the pillows were dented from sleeping on it.

But there was another thing Marley noticed. Something that made her heart fill with hope. There it was, Eddie's battlejacket. It was on top of the bed, that Dio patch making it's recognition known.

"Eddie? Are you there?" Hope laced in her voice. She knocked on the window. Hoping to get a reaction.

But nothing happened. She moved towards the front door and knocked again. But nothing, she turned around and wanted to walk around the house to investigate. But as she wanted to make her first step, the front door was thrown open and she was grabbed from behind and a hand was placed over her mouth to silence her yelp.

She squirmed in the person's grip, but as soon as she felt the cold rings on their fingers and the smell of cologne and ciggarettes she knew who it was.

He turned her around in one swift movement and she was met with beautiful brown eyes, useally his eyes had a twinkling in them but now they were dull, tired with a hint of fright. What he must have gone through must have been truly unsettling.

"Oh my god, Eddie!" relief sounded in her voice as she hugged him, never had she been so happy to see his face again after she heard the news. She released the hug and noticed Eddie's facial expression. It was sad, like all his life's joy was taken from him. Wich was understandable as he must have been through hell.

"Oh my god Eddie, what happened?" Marley's hand reached up to Eddie's face to carress him on his cheek, hoping that he could find some comfort from her action. He leaned his face in her hand and closed his eyes, immediately feeling the stress leave his body, not all of it ofcourse, but it was nice to have her around.

A tear slipped from his eyes and Marley noticed the lonely tear. So she wiped it away with her thumb. But this action only seemed to make him more emotional. A quiet sob left his throat, he was on the verge of crying, he fell to his knees and another sob left him as he slowly grabbed Marley's waist and buried his face in her stomach. He needed comfort, he needed safety. Marley's put her hands on his head and moved her fingers through his hair.

"It's going to be okay" she whispered to him. He grabbed her tighter and then let all of his emotions out. He was crying now. He hated this vulnerable state of him.

But she was there now, telling him that it's okay. Her touch calming him down and her voice soothing his mind. To let his emotions go free.

They stood there for a few minutes in silence, occasionally a sob left Eddie's throat.

After few minutes of silence, Marley spoke up. "Can you tell me what happened Eddie?"

Eddie looked up into her eyes. He could tell she felt sorry for him. She took his head, both her hands on his cheeks now, making him look up. She wanted Eddie to truly see her. To let him know that she was there for him. It was just them that moment as the world around them moved in the background.

That's when Eddie started to realise, he is falling in Love.

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An hour had passed and Eddie tried his best to explain what happened, no matter how crazy it sounded. The event replaying in his head. This is not how he wanted to spend his Spring break.

They were in the bedroom sitting on the bed. Their hands entwined together as Marley rubbed her thumb over his knuckless.

Eddie was tired, ofcourse he couldn't sleep after what happened, but everything in his body language screamed exhaustion.

"Eddie, why don't you lay down and close your eyes for a while?" His eyes shot up to her with a worried expression.

Marley seemed to understand without words that he was scared to fall asleep.

"Don't worry, I am not leaving you alone, I will be here and when you wake up, know that I would still be here. You are safe with me Eddie, just try to rest a little."

Eddie nodded and layed down on the bed. Marley stood up, maybe to go look around for some food for Eddie when he would wake up. But Marley was stopped by Eddie grabbing her hand.

"Please, Stay?" And so Marley layed down on the bed and to be honest, she was tired too. So she got comfortable and layed on her side. A hand wrapped around her waist and Eddie snuggled his face in her neck.

Despite the situation Marley and Eddie were in bliss, being together like this.

But the two were both oblivious to the fact that they had mutual feelings for one another. Both scared to confess to each other. But all of that was a thing to worry about when all of these unsettling things were out of the way.

Right now they were both were they needed to be, with each other.

Marley still had to grasp the idea that there were supernatural forces at work here. But it didn't seem all that weird considering her powers. It made her wonder if there are more people like her and how would they use their powers? Would they use it for their own gain or to help others?

But she was certain of one thing. An evil force was in Hawkins and she swore to herself to help this town get rid of it and to protect the ones she loved, because she did not want to repeat what happened last time. She was not going to lose more people.

She needed to prepare herself, to train her powers and to become strong.

Eddie was snoring softly next to her, he was finally getting some sleep.

"I promise you, Eddie Munson, to help you get through this, to help this town and to embrace for who I am.

And just when she closed her eyes she could hear a distorted clock sound in the distance.

An evil voice was coming through.

"Marley"

[rose-scent-and-vodka-lime]

With You - Denny Duquette x Reader

Summary: The reader deals with the loss of her boyfriend Denny Duquette after he passes away from suffering a stroke after his heart transplant. 

Inspiration: Ghost The Musical - With You

Warnings: Feels / Mentions of Death / Grief / Sadness

*Also there will be flashbacks in this stand alone and they will be in cursive.*

Note; This is going to be the first time I every write something for Denny, God I always loved his character and I never felt I could do him justice. So here we go my first time trying to write something for the man that stole my heart all these years ago. I hope you all enjoy it. 

I picked up your shirts this morning, I don’t know why but I had this thought running trough my mind fearing that I would forget how you smelled. My eyes go over all the pilled up boxes in the living room. All of these boxes filled with memories from your life, that little line that would appear between your date of birth and the date that you passed away. Memories that we were supposed to create together, a family, trips or just regular sunday afternoon brunches where you would be busy cooking and I would try to finish one of those ridiculous puzzles we’d often start and i’d be so tempted to finish them off. Because we both knew I couldn’t let stuff like that go unanswered easily.

Mr. Reynolds and I crossed paths in the hallway of our apartment today, he said to say hello. I started to cry when he said that. He didn’t even mean to say something hurtful, it’s just every place we ever walked. And everywhere we talked, all of those remind me of you all the time. On some days I even have trouble listening to the radio. I miss you, you never leave my mind. So much of you is left behind.

 You, took my days with you. Waking up is fine, for a few seconds I forget. And then it’s like getting that phonecall again, and again. And then oh I remember that you are gone. I get to relive that horrible moment, again and again every day. And i don’t want to, I want to look next to me and see you laying right there beside me. Sleeping or holding me into your arms that’s what I miss the most. I have to get through the day, I don’t know how I do it even. Autopilot I guess? Last week I hated myself so much, I forgot for a second and I stood there with my keys in my hands, ready to walk through the door to be on my way tot he hospital when I felt my stomach drop.

I forgot that you didn’t came home.

 You took my nights with you, my nights were allready lonely when you had to stay overnight at the hospital, you could never fall asleep in one. Afraid that you wouldn’t wake up the very next day. After one of my visits to you the bed would feel even more emptier than it did before. Sometimes I would allign your pillows beside me to atleast have the feeling of having you lay right there beside me. But I could almost never fall asleep right away or barely. My mind would play our conversation from earlier before and I would miss you even more.

“Oh, I hate it so much that I have to go back home without you.” I looked up from our game of scrabble and I saw Denny looking at his letters. Trying to one up me during the game, and to keep his mind of the fact that I had to go back to our apartment alone soon. “Y/N If I had the choice we’d be sharing this bed together you know that.” He looked at me up with a smile placing the letters on the board. He spelled out `Alumn’ He won again. I smirked a bit and I saw the look in his eyes as Denny tried so hard to hold his laughter in. “You won, by spelling the word Alumn. I swear Denny you are something special.”  “ Well Y/N I am yours.” He said while looking me directly in the eyes. That look he gave me would always make my heart go faster and make the room around me spin like crazy. I reached over and held his hand, giving it a slight grip. “I love you, so much.”

  Those unfinished conversations we used to have, still speak to me. We could talk hours about things we both enjoyed or just purely subjects that didn’t make sense. You always told me that if we took life to seriously we’d end up running out of time. I started writing you letters everyday, however I know deep down in my heart that i’ll never send them. And you’ll never get to see them. That is something that I will miss forever, waiting patiently for your letters, longing about what you’d write in them for me all day. Just to open them in the comfort of my own home and be reminded why I was so lucky to be with you.

 All this wishfull thinking get’s me nowhere, I can’t stay. Allthough my heart is broken, it keeps breaking everyday. You took my hopes with you, took my dreams with you.

“What do you think, after all this is done how about a nice vacation, just the two of us Y/N?” Denny turned his head to me while i was sitting next to him on his hospital bed. While he had his arms around me I looked at him by surprise. Knowing Denny he didn’t want to sit still and wait for things to come by, he’d start it himself. “Honey, once you are perfectly fine, and the doctors gave us the all clear, i’d be glad to treat you well and enjoy a nice holiday on a lovely beach.” I smiled and looked at him, and reached in to give him a soft kiss on the lips. Feeling his hand gently stroking my arms, I adjusted my pose and decided to lay my head on his chest for a while. Listening to the beat of his heart. I can’t wait untill the day that we can put all of this behind us. To start the next chapter of our iives together. No more pain, no more hospital visits. Denny who can live his life again like he deseves. 

 I keep thinking that you’ll be calling, everyone says that it’s all-in my head. And that I can’t except it yet! I’m just not ready to go on like nothing happend. I’m not ready to give in to the fact that you are gone, that I will never get to hear your voice again. Hear you say my name or lay next to you in bed. I know that I can’t life with this pain, and all these feelings of regret. I can’t comprehend this, and I pretend that I don’t care. I act like i’m fine but I know deep down i’m not.

I just wish I could hold you in my arms, I wish I could wake up next to you in the morning, and look into those beautifull eyes of you. Aany place I want to be, I want to see you there.

 You, took my life with you. Took my world with you...

[ajbwasntwriting]

Daughter!Reader X Negan, Reader x Daryl: Chapter 8. Civil Unrest

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In a few days you were up on your feet, your need to survive driving your fast recovery. As soon as you could sit up without nearly fainting and you could bend your fingers without much pain you started taking patients. Mainly burns and cuts. You kept your head down while working, adding to your intimidating reputation. They didn’t realise you were just trying to conceal yourself while looking for familiar faces. You rarely left the medical bay, even when it was icy cold.

Carol checked on you regularly, seemingly incredibly concerned for you. It almost pained you to suspect her to be out to get you. Luckily she seemed convinced that because you had been alone for so long that you’d take a long time getting used to the walls. Maybe she figured out that you were just biding time for leaving again.

“Are you okay?” Laura pulled you from your thoughts. You looked up suddenly, nodded, and went back to your reading. All these patient profiles from the previous physician were thorough. “Why would Emmett be this detailed with extremely basic medical care” you tought, then again he was a captive here just as much as you were. He probably had nothing better to do. “Are you sure? You look so serious.” She continued. You looked up to her. She was lying on one of the beds chewing on a piece of hard plastic. Having to keep a watch on ‘The New Doc’ would’ve been extremely boring.

“Just a lot of reading” you sat up and stretched your arms, not realising how long you had sat hunched over the hand-written pages. “Doctors have horrible handwriting and this guy sure likes to drag his point out”

“How bad is it?” She asked. You lifted the profile of another patient and followed along with your finger.

“The left Thenar has suffered tremendous infliction resulting in the loss of elasticity and possible avulsion of the tissue” You read aloud in a dramatic voice

“What?” Laura said, taking the plastic out of her mouth for a moment

“He pulled the muscle in his thumb, possibly tearing it” you flopped the paper down, rubbing your forehead.

“And all those pages are full of that shit” Laura pressed. You sighed with a nod.

“I never thought I’d be grateful to have done AP english.” you sighed

“Okay smart ass no need to show off” Laura chuckled, chewing on the plastic again.

“Please,” you sat back in the chair “My old man made me do it. ‘You already speak english so it should be a breeze’ he said”

“Those kind of parents?”

“You’re familiar?”

“Yep” Laura sat up, hunching over her now crossed legs. “My dad was a lawyer. Mom was an accountant. They kept pushing me to over achieve”

“Bet they weren’t happy with that” you spoke, pointing to your neck to reference Laura’s tattoo. Her hand went over it instinctively.

“I had already skipped town with my boyfriend before I got this.” She laughed. The smile melted away as she slowly stroked her neck. “Hadn’t seen them since. Probably dead.”

The room got a lot more quiet. It was crazy to think you both were so close in age but had gone through so much hell in the same world. But Laura was a saviour. You were Negan’s kid. If you were to be friends it would have to be at an arm’s reach.

The momentum changed when Carol arrived in, holding a small tray with cookies on them. The smell told you they were fresh. Your heart wanted to tell her to get out, but those cookies smelled too damn good.

“How’s the hard work going ladies.” she spoke with a cheery voice, setting the tray down in front of you. You were on it instantly. You took a cookie with you as you limped over to lock the door to the medical bay. “Any news?” Carol whispered

Carol had asked you and Laura to investigate the uprising of Negan supporters in the Sanctuary. Well, mainly Laura since she would know more people in Carol’s eyes. The payment, cookies. Though Laura would probably do it for free. She enjoyed the new peace that came with being aligned with the other settlements.

“Just the usual hot-heads” Laura sighed. You limped back to your chair.

“They like to complain to me.” you gently sat down. You’d only been back walking without the full splint for a couple days now but the clunky half splint on your lower leg wasn’t exactly walker friendly. “‘You should’ve seen how great we were when Negan was running the place’ and other shit”

“What do you think of it?” Carol asks you seriously. You suck the sugar off your fingers happily.

“He mustn’t have been that good if he’s not in charge anymore.”

They had their little meeting then as Carol was leaving you piped up,

“How’s the bridge team?”

“No.” Carol retorted quickly as if speaking to a child. “You are not going out there how many times do I have to tell you.”

“I could help-”

“You’re needed here Y/N” she spoke firmly.

“Yes, mom.” you groaned from your chair, earning a laugh from Laura. Carol left quickly.

“Why do you wanna join the bridge team so badly?” Laura asked through a mouthful of cookie.

“I miss the fresh air, I guess” and there’s more chances to get away from you all.

That evening you were restless. Normally it was the pain that kept you up late but it also exhausted you. You got out of the medical bed you’d claimed as your own, one of three that outfitted the med bay. You limped your way out of the medbay, not bothered if you woke Laura. The bathroom was down the hall so she would just assume you had to pee, especially since you had taken the torch dedicated to midnight bathroom visits. Being the medic gave you the luxury of a torch instead of matches and a candle.

It hurt to climb up so many stairs, with both your wounds and the cold seeping into your skin, but you’d be tired by the time you came back down anyway. You walked onto what used to be Negan’s floor. Your ‘family’s’ floor. You’d wanted to see it for a while now, out of curiosity more than anything else.

You first went to your father’s room. Pushing the door open you felt a burst of cold air whip around you viciously. The room has been stripped of its furnishings, right down to the carpets. Taken away to be burned most likely. The windows were shattered, the bullet holes in the ceiling giving away the method. It was so completely devoid of any sign of human life one would say it always had been. You closed the door and continued onto the parlour where the wives would spend their day. This room didn’t have windows but the room was still completely void of any of the glamour that once adorned it. The only remnants was the wall paper which was peeling off due to the damp.

The image of the forgotten rooms didn’t stir emotion in the way you thought they would. You imagined getting overwhelmed with emotion, but you felt nothing. No that wasn’t right, you felt a loss. Not a loss of the grandeur you had gotten to enjoy in captivity, not a loss of the fake smiles from your many ‘mothers’. You felt a loss of your father. You mourned the man you had called your father, and the idea that all that was left of the memory of him were these halls where cowards bowed to him. You felt an overwhelming realisation that the man you called ‘Pops’ had died long before ‘Negan’ formed.

Your final destination was your room. You figured it would also be empty but your room was a bit away, down the end of a hall few knew how to get too. You’d had more roaches as visitors than people. Your father had chosen it for you so the ‘common nobodies’ wouldn’t see you easily, another measure to keep you safe.

It also worked the other way as you round the corner and see a light coming from what used to be your room. The hall was lined with offices and storage rooms you knew you could dive into if someone appeared so you turned off your light and walked down the hall gingerly on your feet. You were now only a couple feet away from the door when you heard voices coming from the end of the hall, from what used to be your room.

“I still can’t believe they put this bitch here to keep an eye on us. That fucking redneck was an ass but atleast he didn’t pretend to be all fucking nice”

“It’s probably a play to get us to relax. They’ve got us locked in this factory and don’t give us nearly enough food, and they won’t let us go to the other settlements”

“We’re prisoners. They said they only wanted to lock up Negan but now we’re all starving.”

“Enough of your bitching.”

They went on to talk about how many people were on their side and their efforts to get weapons. They clearly had no idea you were listening. After all, what kind of idiot is gonna climb up over ten floors for no reason. Other than sentiment perhaps. It sounded like there were about four people in the room, but they spoke like they had a few under their influence. They were looking for weapons and a means to get back at ‘Rick and his posse’.

“We’ll bring them that bitch Carol’s head on a spike for them.”

“What about the bridge? We got people working there for food.”

“And then what? They’re just gonna keep extorting us for slave labour or let us starve.”

You were so drawn in by their words that the door opening startled you. You charged from your spot into an open room, a storage closet of a sort. You knew it was too risky to close the door so you stood against the wall next to the door. They walked along the hall bantering loudly. You sidestepped deeper into the room, knocking something with your foot making a loud metal sound. The voices stopped and you instantly froze, holding your breath like your life depended on it. A light shun into the closet, then the other way.

“Probably just a rat” one of the voices spoke. “We can set some traps and stew it for dinner”.

They continued down the hall, their steps growing faint a minute or so later. The adrenaline began to subside and the pain from the recent strain on your leg made itself very apparent. You stepped out of the closet and walked down the hall to your old room. Maybe they left some evidence you could use to barter for your freedom.

You opened the door to your room, only illuminated by the moonlight coming from the window. Unlike the other rooms, your room hadn’t been completely ransacked. The mattress had been taken off the frame but the metal skeleton remained as well as the rug under your bed. Other than that it appeared empty. You turned on your torch to get a better view.

On your bed frame lay what had to be near a hundred dead wild flowers. Your breath caught in your throat at the site. You moved and sat on the bed frame, the metal sending a chill up your body. You placed a hand on the dry stems and something hit the ground with a thump. You moved to look under the bed as quick as you could, reaching under the bed you cut yourself on something sharp. You moved your torch on it and grabbed it again, this time from a less dangerous end.

Under the bed you pulled out the knife that had your name engraved on it. The metal shun bright in the light as if lovingly polished until it’s inevitable abandonment. You hadn’t realized you had begun to cry until a tear fell onto the blade and began to fill the engraving.

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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞: 𝐔𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐲

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You felt uneasy after hearing those words, just what exactly was going to happen? 

‘Why was Bertholdt so anxious, why did he seem to be in such a hurry, were they figured out?’  you stood still after such a thought. 

What if they were? Maybe that’s why he was trying to protect you?...but then at the same time, how after all of this time? It didn’t make any sense being that those three were too good at stage play. You decided that inferring things weren’t going to help, so rather, you decided to listen to Bertholdt since his advice would. 

That being the case, you chose to distance yourself with days that came. Of course you didn’t want to doubt the three (about getting caught), but that didn’t mean you couldn’t take any precautions. You decided that not getting involved with others would lessen the chance of your loss. 

People in the training grounds tried interacting with you, but you either simply smiled them off, or went your way. You wanted to be alert as possible in this situation, that being the case, there was no time for interaction with the...enemy….

‘Enemy this and enemy that,’ you thought to yourself angrily. Honestly, at this point, your feelings about these Eldians had changed. 

You felt conflicted because now you had a visual on what these people were like. They seemed like ordinary civilians, living their lives like anyone else. The difference was, rather than living under the oppression of Marely, they were living under the rule of titans. You learned just how damaging they were to their kind, which honestly...made you feel remorseful. 

At the same time, even if this was your view of them (for now atleast), you kept on reminding yourself that they could easily turn into “devils” at any moment. Especially if they knew that you were a part of an opposing side. Yes, the same race, yet you both were so...different. You sighed to yourself as you watched Jean try to approach you. 

It was Eldians like Jean who gave you hope. While Eren terrified you, Jean did the opposite. His presence made you feel comfortable, and enlightened. Not that the others weren’t kind, it was that...Jean was different. Very different in fact. You weren’t sure as to why that was, but kept that feeling tucked away. 

You kept convincing yourself that staying away from the others was for your safety, and yours only. But you knew deep down that you wouldn’t want any of them to get caught up in such brutal affairs. Especially Jean...since he was the closest to you (out of the bunch). So, you deflected him. But you did it in a harsher manner. If you had just smiled, he would’ve been more persistent. So, you simply avoided him. 

When he approached, you walked the other way. When he waved, you would look away. When he tried talking to you, you gave him no words. Your eyes averted elsewhere (partly had to do with how anxious you were) and you tried dodging any questions. This went on for a bit until he eventually gave in and stopped trying to get your attention. You were relieved for that, yet hated the feeling. He seemed hurt by your actions, and you could tell what kind of effect they were giving. Regardless, you kept those thoughts in your mind. 

‘Y/n...you’re doing this for the sake of you, the warriors and...the others,’ (A/N: “others” being Jean fufu ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)) 

Trost

The day came when you all headed to Trost. You saw, or rather, heard the scouts as they had just come back from an expedition. However, your attention wasn’t poured into that, but rather, the task ahead. Some of your comrades were sent to clean the cannons, some at the supply route, and others (along with yourself) were helping with loading things such as: supplies, food, and etc. 

Jean and Marco were also with you. You sighed carrying boxes back and forth while the two conversed behind you. Marco then left and you noticed Jean was still behind you. It was quiet for a while, but then he decided to break the ice.

“Y/n…” you don’t respond and eventually, it gets on his nerves. 

“Y/n...L/n,” his tone got more aggressive. He then snapped and started yelling.

“Y/n...Why won’t you talk to me dammit!? I don’t understand why you’re doing this, and exactly as to when you’ll stop!! You’ve been avoiding everyone, me especially! Last time I checked, I didn’t do anything, so why are you avoiding me?” 

He took a deep breath as you continued to keep your mouth shut. Gosh was he getting on your nerves. You just needed time alone until Bertholdt gave you the clear, or anything for the matter. He hasn’t talked to you ever since, and you haven’t interacted with the other two (worried something might have happened). You continued doing your job. 

“Seriously!? Y/N TALK TO ME!” 

You looked at him intensely, straight in the eye. Before you could say anything, you heard a large explosion from a far. Though it didn’t sound close, it was close enough for you to hear. Out of reaction, you grabbed Jean’s arm and started running in the opposite direction. 

“Y-Y/n!? What are you-”

“Just trust me,” you barely got that out as the bells started ringing. 

‘But how?...titans?...how did they break the wall?....” you panicked yet tried keeping your composure. 

Although you did this, you could tell Jean knew your mind wasn’t in the best condition. Regardless, you brushed it off and tried looking for the other three. In the process, civilians ran towards the direction you both were headed. Many pushed, shoved, and trampled those in front. You almost lost Jean, but he had a tight grip around your hand. That touch comforted you in the midst of this chaos. 

“WE NEED AS MANY SOLDIERS AS WE CAN GET! FILL YOUR TANKS AND GET A MOVE ON!” 

Both you and Jean ran towards the supply ruote (HQ) preparing yourselves for what was yet to come. 

You ran inside to then see others in a hurry. Filling up tanks, blasting out, and panicking all at once. You saw Armin and Eren sitting together. Armin struggled while Eren scolded. You approached the two quickly and asked: 

“What exactly is happening?” 

“I saw the colossal,” Eren responded. 

‘Bertholdt?...what the hell…’ 

“He kicked down the entrance, and now titans are flooding. Quick, fill up your tanks to max capacity. And Armin, hurry, they need us.” 

‘How...just what was he thinking?’ you then were sectioned off into different groups, spreading from there. 

You and your team were off killing titans. So far, you were able to get three successfully, but sacrificed two people in the process. Annie had glided past you at one point, a sharp stare was given to her, yet she didn't acknowledge the exchange and went the other direction. You felt frustrated not knowing as to why Bertholdt would do such a thing, but knowing she knew, made you outraged. 

Being so caught in thought, your gear then stopped working. You had to stop at a rooftop. You struggled while trying to untangle your wires, along with fixing the controls. The stress was really seeping in (which wasn’t helping). You then saw a titan approaching. It was a slower one, yet, it approached with long strides. You started to lose your composure, was this where you would also lose your life? 

You then thought about what Bertholdt said.

“Whatever you do, don’t get killed. Stay alive, and alert. Stick with Jean, Eren, Mikasa. Anyone for the matter...okay?” 

You looked around to see everyone soaring the other direction. Some gave you empathetic looks, but that was about it. No one was going to save you, and here you were left...alone. You sat there helplessly. There was no way you were going to fix your gear in time. 

“Sorry Bertholdt...I guess I’m going to break my promise-” 

Right before the titan got its hands on you, Jean swooped in and grabbed you. Your eyes widened as it almost caught his wire. Luckily, he was able to pull out a lot faster and dogged the attack. You then looked at him as he clung onto you. A couple others behind him sliced the titans' nape, giving you both time to escape. 

While you both were in the air, he helped adjust your gear correctly. He was now dragging you. Once things were fixed, you both swung side by side. He seemed very frustrated, and started yelling yet again. 

“You were struggling with controlling the wires and controls!? Y/n, that’s basic training!! How could you struggle with that in this scenario?! I’ve taught you so many times-” he then looked to see you...crying. 

Tears flowed down the side of your cheeks while you whimpered. The thought of death scared you, but the thought of him dying also...was too much to bear. If he was even a second late, he would’ve died along with you. What would you have done then, nothing. Because you wouldn’t have been able to. He was right, this was basic training, yet you failed to even complete that. No wonder why Bertholdt told you to stick with others. You thought you could get through things yourself, yet this event proved you wrong. 

You felt him put an arm around you, guiding you to a reserved building. He wrapped his arms around you as he exhaled deeply. You could feel him quiver as your face was buried in his shoulder. He sighed and ran his hand down your head to your back. 

“I’m sorry, I was being too brash. It’s just that...I could have lost you...you know? I’ve watched so many people die today, and I couldn’t imagine you being one of them,” you cried a lot harder now. Forget keeping your guard up, this was  a matter of life or death. And if that was the case, you wanted to do things according to your terms. 

You both stood there for a few minutes until you heard the others catch up. From there, he let go of you and then gave you his hand. 

“Come on, let’s go,” he grinned softly as you accepted the offer. Flying your way out. 

---

After regrouping with everyone, Jean was then in charge of the brigade. Marco had ensured that his leadership would do them good, and so did you. Jean led you back to HQ. Some were lost during this action, but some had made it. After crashing into HQ, you could tell Jean was on edge. You wanted to console him, but before you could, you watched as he started telling off the other scouts there. 

“PEOPLE ARE DYING OUT THERE!”

“YOU COULDN’T DO YOUR JOB AND BRING OUT SUPPLIES!?” 

“THAT’S YOUR RESPONSIBILITY TO HANDLE!” 

Marco held him back as you watched him yell. You wanted to stop it, but he wasn’t wrong. If they had done their job, maybe less of you would’ve died. But instead here you were. Hundreds dead physically, and the other thousand mentally. 

While Jean was having his moment, you tried straightening yourself out. You saw Bertholdt, Reiner, and Annie standing at the other end of the room. You approached them in anger, only to be interrupted by titans. Ready to grab your blades, you then saw a berserk titan on the loose. The features of it were very distinct, which got you thinking. 

“No...that’s impossible…” you then looked at the others who seemed to have similar thoughts. 

You watched (along with others) as it took down titan after titan. With that being over, Armin came over plan ready and determined as ever. 

“Okay, so this is what we need to do.” 

You got in positions, gun ready, and watched as Jean, Miaksa, Sasha and the others positioned themselves. This was somewhat of a scary encounter, but you listened to Marco as he led the group (along with Armin). 

“FIRE!” you then heard gunshots coming from different directions, along with yours. 

You watched as one titan sprawled on the floor. It seemed as if someone had just killed it, which meant things didn't go according to plan. But that didn’t matter. As Long as you all were alive, that was good enough. You all started filling up your tanks yet again. You watched Marco and Jean have a little bonding moment. You thought it was sweet and decided to watch instead of intrude. 

Jean caught your stare and gave you a smile in return. You felt your cheeks flush a bit as you turned the other way, focusing on the task given. 

You’re sent out and continue fighting titans. You were able to get about one yourself while your team helped you with the others. Before you went, you watched as the berserk titan was covered in many other titans. 

‘That would only happen if...so I was right…’ you gazed as it ran towards another. 

The three in front of you stared intensely at the beast, probably having the same thoughts. While you four were tense, everyone watched as it took down another titan. Then, it tarnished into a corpse. You watched waiting to see who would come out of the cocoon, to see no other than… “Eren Jaegar.” 

You froze in place. Why, why him of all people? He already scared you enough, and now he had the founder. What the hell was this monstrosity? Your eyes widened to then hear Jean say: 

“So Eren...did all of this?...” 

Time Skip  

Eventually, you saw a crowd of cadets piled up. Curious, you went to see the commotion. It seemed as if most soldiers had given up for the cause, and you couldn’t help but empathize. You understand why they wanted to leave, but you, if not all, needed them to stay. You then heard a whistle from above, Commander Pixis looked down at each and everyone of you. 

He spoke for a good moment, to then introduce Eren. You could see his determination all the way from here. Rather than petrified, you felt discouraged. It would be a challenge to get the founder from such a feisty person, that is, if you even could. You then started to pay attention to what the commander was instructing. You had one of the two choices. 

Either work with your comrades on the walls, or go and distract titans within them (meaning, in the town itself). You decided to stay cautious, and helped from above. Although that’s what you decided, you knew the others would do differently. So you picked yourself up, got into formation, and did your best when fiending off the titans. 

Eventually, Eren was able to close off the exit. “History” was made, you would say. Your throat was parched as you felt overwhelmed with the feeling of relief. You made it, and so did the people surrounding you. You made it your business to find Jean and the others. You swung all around to then see them on the roofs. You pull Jean towards your direction, flying you both to a different area. The others watched you, but you could care less. 

He seemed very flustered, and was going to say something, but you didn’t give him the chance to. Instead, you quickly placed him in another compact, yet needed hug. You felt him relax and quickly do the same. You tightened your grip each time he moved, and smiled into his coat as you said the words: 

“We did it, we lived and saved the people we could,” he seemed like he had gone through a lot, but melted into your embrace as you both sat there, together. 

“Yeah...we did.” 

Clean up

You and Jean had parted just minutes ago. He claimed that he hadn’t seen Marco, so he wanted to go and look for him. You assured him things would be fine and he grinned. You let him go on his way, and you went yours. You had business to attend, remembering as to why this happened in the first place. You went up to Bertholdt and gripped his arm. He could tell you were furious and looked at the other two (and vice versa). 

“Okay...not here…” he whispered as you let go. 

“Okay well it better be somewhere!” 

Reiner directed you three towards an empty place. You inhaled sharply as you clenched your fists. 

“First of all, what the hell was that Bertholdt? I hear the bell to then be told the ‘Colossal Titan’ was seen. Why was I not told about this? You guys killed so many of our comrades in the process-” 

“Y/n, define ours. If anything, they sound like yours,” Reiner said as you walked up to him. You could care less at this point, as you scowled: 

“You know damn well you think differently. Stick your act up your ass when I’m not here, but as of right now, you better give the explanation I want.”  

You take a step back as Reiner stares to the side. Your anger was not something to trigger, and you made sure to display that. He sat there for what seemed like hours, as you did the same. You thought a little during this time. 

‘Wait...maybe they...maybe they wanted me dead? What else could be the reason for such actions?...’ you then looked at Reiner. Although you decided not to confront your thoughts, they didn’t confirm anything either. That was until reiner started blurting out nonsense. 

“It was last minute.”

‘If that were the case, why did Bertholdt warn me in advance?’

“We didn’t want to burden you.” 

‘Liar...you didn’t want to tell me...but why?’

“What matters is that you’re alive.” 

‘But you wanted me dead.’ 

Bad Eldians, good ones...could you even classify them as good Eldians at this point. But even worse, could you even say you were one? You knew of the warriors and their titans all along, the original plans taking place, yet here you were defending those you were “against.” At this point, you weren’t even sure where your priorities stood, and you knew too well for a fact that the three others didn’t as well. 

“Look, next time we’ll be sure to let you in. Don’t take it the wrong way...okay? We care about you, and we did what we thought was best. Now, let's help clean up.” 

He started to walk away as Bertholdt followed. You watch Bertholdt look back to then stare at Annie. You felt bad for the ordeal he was in since she walked elsewhere. But then, you felt even more sorry for yourself and the situation you were put in. 

Ⅱ > Ⅳ

[sly-merlin]

killing me - 10 |n.y

pairing : law student!reader + yuta

genre :    angst , mafia au/ arranged marriage au , smut

warnings of this chapter : cursing, explanatory mention of a pistol! 

words :: 5.3k

summary : “life’s never fair y/n. realise it as soon as you can . it is the only secret for living a regretless life.”                                  

or              

                   “  curiousity got the cat hitched”

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Previous night

“What the fuck were you spitting out there hmm! Have you lost your mind? Why aren’t you answering me you shit!”

jaehyun avoided prying when mark and yuta were arguing but he couldn’t keep it in anymore. mark shifted the gears to park the car in the middle of nowhere, tense silence hugging all of them. jaemin was annoyed with jaehyun’s endless remarks at mark but it was hyuck who was most confused as he was unable to form any kind of judgement.

“why did you stop the car now? Its midnight-

“can you stop drunk talking hyung. I can’t drive like this!”

“I’m very sober. Its you whose brain is dead mark. Did you even notice yuta’s face when you-

“just stop hyung. I’m not ashamed of what I said there. I stand by each and every word! Now can we go back home or do you have anything else?

“you can’t be real! He has done so much for you all these years and this is how you repa-

“yes exactly! He has made so many sacrifices for me all these years, that’s why its my responsibility to show him the right way that he is clearly not following at all and you all are partly responsible for it! You are feeding his selfish ego by showing him hollow sympathy but that’s gonna bite him in the ass at end.”

“woah woah tiger. So what you gonna do? Instruct him how to live his life. Are you making him realise that he doesn’t hate y/n when he clearly cant stand her presence for even a minute and by some miracle, even if you end up pacifying yuta, then what about that cold hearted queen! She’s just here t-

“she is not here on her own! And I am not going to repeat myself, so fix it in your head hyung. She is not here to replace anyone!! Yuta hyung just hates the thought of her coerced and fortuitous presence in his life and I’m not trying to create a miracle here. I just want our lives back to normal and I’ll go to every extent to make it possible!” his chest heaved up and down as the anger subsided a bit, his heart feeling at ease after getting his thoughts out. Jaehyun only scoffed at him.

“you are too naïve markie. This is not how emotions work.”

“this is the only way emotions work hyung!” with that said, he shifted the gear, driving on the road with the same silence lurking again but he felt better. much better.

“who do you think is right?” hyuck whispered in jaemin’s ear, in the hope that he would solve his dilemma.

“I don’t know but I’d love if she stays forever. We are missing one member anyway” he whispered back earning a small tight lip smile from donghyuck who fell into a deep slumber right after that.

Slowly he moved himself to the other side, bruised elbow secured in his hand, grunts exiting him. You knew you were fucked up as soon as his cold eyes fell upon you.

“I guess it’s my time to call taeyong.” He glared, the strong eye contact not lasting for too long as he tried to lift himself up from the floor.

Meanwhile you kept observing him, biting your left thumb, feet glued to the ground. your eyes followed his hobbled travel from the kitchen to the couches from where you heard his long sigh of relief as he placed his leg on the table while stroking his knee. his head fell on the couches and suddenly your conscience kicked in while watching his painful expressions. You found yourself sluggishly walking out of the kitchen with careful steps to avoid the spill, sleepiness fading away.

Yuta’s scraped elbow was in the vision as you neared him. He was still nursing his knee, elbow forgotten by now. Maybe it was the momentary pain! you deliberated about asking him first but then remembered that you don’t have to communicate with him to show that you were still human! So you quietly went to bathroom to find your first aid kit that you placed somewhere the day you settled your stuff. It was not easy to locate it with the lack of cooperation of your hands and mind in the current state, but still you tried your best.

With same motion you went back. Yuta’s hand was still cupping the knee but his features seemed to be much more peaceful than before. But you still approached hesitantly and placed the box on the table, near his foot.

“have a seat please. We have some unfinished business here beautiful!” he sneered, signalling you to sit beside him.

“no thanks. I have work to do.” You tiredly replied, moving away.

“I.Said.Sit.Here! I also wanna experience the thrill of whinning like a baby!

“oh please , I have nothing to fear! Just call him already. I’ve work to do!” you told him in stern voice while circling the table to sit far away from him.

Yuta smirked a little at your show of bravery when anyone could see right through you at the moment. Your eyes were half shut, shoulders slumped down but still upright when it came to fighting him. But yuta clearly knew he had the upper hand this time.

Or he thought!

Your heartbeat sped up with each ring. Very dramatically , yuta had put the phone on speaker to prove his point.

After 5 rings, tayeong picked up and so did your pulse.

“who it is?” a yawn filled voice was heard from the other side.

“are you still sleeping bitch?” yuta inquired with annoyance.

“ye-yes. We cleared the month last night so everyone is sleeping. What el-

“just wake up! I’ve something important to tell!”

“later. I’m bus-

“its about your precious y/n!”

“is she gone?” it sounded like he was suddenly awake!

“tsk tsk. The fuck is your problem? Do you even care about my wellbeing or should I find a new father!” yuta growled at him, his voice pierced through your ears.

“I’ll call her myself!”

“like she would tell you about her plan to lay my 6 feet under the ground!”

Yuta heard a deep sigh from the other side.

“this story better be good coz I don’t wanna lose my sleep ov-

“this is not a story. She spilled water to make me slip and –

“and kill you. what kind of man dies after a little slipping! Huh!”

“have you adopted her or something taeyong! Your attitude is fucking me up. Can you hear me for once or do you-

“what do you wanna say exactly! That you slipped and broke your legs and arms. Make it believable yuta. She might be a bit bitchy but can’t be that evil.”

“so I am a bitch!” your sleepy and cold voice interrupted.

“no no , I meant-

“It was unintentional. i didn’t even know he was home. And it was him who decided to barge in when I was finding food. He was not even invited into the kitchen in the first place!”

“but I got hurt and it was because-

“hurt? you mean as in injured! Oh god. You can’t come back then. take leave for a few days if you are hurt badly and call jun , he’ll be there with medicines and bandages. Consider this an extension of the suspension but you aren’t leaving the hous-

“fuck you taeyong! I hope you die in your sleep!!”

Slamming the phone on the table, he pulled at his roots, lidded eyes boring into you.

“you’ll pay for this.” his finger threateningly pointed towards you.

You let out a yawn before getting up to leave the space to him,

“whatever just don’t finish the spray bottle. Its new”

After that you didn’t hear anything from yuta or anyone.

And it just went like that for 2 more weeks!

“why don’t you shift to the dorms for two months! You can hang out with minjun while he complete his reports.”

“so you want me to lose my sleep and baby your baby?” you snickered, slurping the soup a bit louder this time.

“I’m not a baby!” minjun whined.

“oh you are!” a collective response resounded through the room and your reached out to pet minjun’s hair but he swatted your hand away in annoyance.

“no seriously shortie. You’d be alone for a whole month. Even chelin is going home this time. you can spend some time with junie and he’d treat you to homemade food Is it tempting enough?” jungkook suggested.

“not that I’m any interested in the offer but I can teach you the Japanese you were talking about earlier.” At minjun’s comment, everyone raised their brows, silently questioning your new interest.

“what? You all are so nosy. My new roommate is always dissing me in Japanese and I can’t answer that fucker coz I don’t understand anything he spits out at me.”

“HE?” another group chant resonated.

“why is your roommate a man?” yugyeom added.

“because he was born a man!”

“haha very funny y/n l/n. what’s his name and is he from our university?”

“his name is nakamoto yuta and no, he’s not a student. And before you enquire, he’s home only for like few hours so you don’t need to worry him being a pervert or anything.”

“where is your new residence anyway?” you almost choked at yugyeom’s sudden interruption but it confirmed your suspicion that jungkook hadn’t revealed anything yet.

“instead of me, shouldn’t you love birds be worried about the unbearable separation that’d last for a whole month. How are you gonna cope with it gyeom? Especially when yeong is going to be in Incheon and you in busan, stuck with the sweaty sports team and jungkook, who’d be slapping with you with kisses every now and then, thinking you are min-

A shove of dumpling into your mouth caused you to inhale back all the words that were supposed to leave.

“if you don’t wanna meet, then atleast call him daily after your moon internship and he can also accompany you to busan if you want.”

The colour of the air faded at the mention. Slowly, you swallowed the piece in your mouth , instantly finding a distraction to lighten the mood.

“why are these so delicious?”

Rummaging through the empty boxes, jungkook found the pamphlet and shoved it in your face which you curled into a ball and threw towards minjun, hitting him right in the face.

“yaa jun. keep it safe. We’ll order while watching movies and take keys of this house from your boyfriend,” you ordered, pointing to jungkook, “and his Netflix password and his wallet and if he allows, his car ke-

“shut your mouth love-hater!” jungkook exclaimed while stuffing your mouth with two dumplings. And everyone else just laughed at your troubled state, silently agreeing with jungkook’s statement.

What a good day to be a foodie!

Three days!

Taeil had granted you three days to de-stress yourself before you’d be joining your so called trainer for a self defence training program of two months. You wondered who could it be but it was definitely not the person you wished for! Johnny had been in france since two weeks, right from the day your exams started. He left his phone at home but he did contact you through a payphone to wish luck for exams. Since then, it’d been complete silence from the other end. You didn’t even know whether you really missed his presence or just the thought of being with someone who really showed some care for you.  

eat, tv, sleep repeat seemed to be a very reasonable routine! your happiness had elevated when you saw a notification of chois about a job opening. Though you wanted to start from an internship in the main office but a moderate salary job as an assistant researcher of a junior lawyer wasn’t so bad as well!

no. actually it was awful seeing how much over-qualified you were for this job but with all the diminishing digits in your wallet, there was some significant scope for the bargain in your situation. But you still had to wait for 2 weeks for the acceptance of your application that would take you a step closer to your dream. Just two more weeks!

Is he still alive, you thought before leaving the kitchen, ready to finish the homemade meal.

High on a happy chemical , you cooked yourself ramyeon and eggs and completed your fancy dinner with a bottle of coke.

While slipping out of the kitchen , your eyes fell on the clean sink reminding you of the presence that you hadn’t felt since the last week.

“I’ll accompany jeno. We’ll be done in two minutes” yuta proposed with a lopsided grin.

The place was more livelier with yuta’s return. Not that he wasn’t already present, but the day he returned to his usual routine was when everyone got their sunshine back. He acted like nothing has changed but still noone could ignore his overcautiousness. He was engaging too much as if to make up for the lost time and not that anyone objected for they were happy to see the old yuta with old ways. Just something was odd!

While most of them were oblivious, others understood what he was hiding behind that façade. They had noticed how he took late night activities just to avoid being sent home or how he took jaehyun and mark with him to avoid any interaction with you.

But the most irksome was how day by day,he was drifting apart from taeyong.

“do you wanna take him home?” taeil snapped his fingers in front of your eyes as you registered his words. You were looking or shamelessly staring at the face of the man. He was dangerously tall as compared to you but his face was shining brighter than the sun itself. Your head snapped towards him again as taeil went on,

“don’t stare like you are gonna eat him y/n.” jungwoo eyes were dancing in the whole room as he avoided your curious ones. You didn’t mean to be creepy but you were having a hard time believing that the man sitting in front of you was a street fight champ and a former drug lord’s son. He seemed too….human.

“who’s staring?” you feigned innocence, looking at taeil.

“way to go advocate!” he said before continuing , “as I told you, jungwoo is a trained fighter, assassin and has a strong grip on pistols. Seeing what you can carry, a pistol is best for you. and jungwoo is a softie here so he won’t even give you a scratch during the training. But you have to actually listen to him or I’ll assign someone that won’t go easy on you.

“like?”

“like ten or jeno, they both don’t have any control over where they are hitting once they start so either you can cooperate with jungwoo or be ready to break some of your limbs.”

“how subtle taeil. but I can work with him.” you smiled at jungwoo which was returned with a shy one.

“okay then. Take care of each other and if you need anything then I’m not home.” Ad with a wave , he was gone.

“what do you wanna start with?” jungwoo asked in a small voice.

“you are teacher so whatever you say.”

“okay them. we’ll start with grip practice.” He got up, signalling you to follow him.

You ended up in a small part of the basement. It was divided into two sections with a glass used as the separation. Raw grass kind hard padding was attached to the walls on the both sides. On the other side of the wall were pasted two targets looking like giant sized dart boards that you suppose were for the practice.

While you were glancing around, jungwoo came back with a small metal box. He opened it to reveal a matt black pistol that looked even smaller when he held it.

“you can’t start with a semi-auto one just yet so for basics this is good for you. though I’m here but please don’t drop it. it belongs to taeyong hyung and he doesn’t know it’s here so please don’t mention it either.” He pleaded in a soft voice to which you found yourself nodding, copying his motion.

“so , you don’t need to memorise every part of a pistol but remember the few terms so if you ever held a new gun or pistol, someone can instruct you as to the handling of it.” you kept nodded as he went on,

“this is the exposed barrel, slide stop, safety lever , trigger and trigger guard and the most important magazine, if its empty ,your body would become the home of enemy bullets. Try clicking the safety lever!”

You did as he instructed. For about thirty minutes, he taught about pulling the barrel that drained your wrists of all the strength they had. He let you go only when he was sure you won’t forget the basics, atleast not until tomorrow.

You hadn’t felt this exhausted in your life as much as you did in the last week. If Thesis research and jungwoo’s lessons were not enough then minjun’s new found love of photography was surely doing its work on your body. Who knew holding flowers and leaves for aesthetic photos was so much draining! And the time you were alone at home was spent sleeping and that too only if yuta and his gang were not screeching out their lungs, fighting with someone online with no regard for the well-being of others in the house. You knew he was aware of his actions but with zero communication, even you didn’t bother pointing him out.

But when had avoidance created peace!

12:30 p.m

As you flipped the glossy leaves of the photo album, the three humans behind that transparent film seemed to come alive, albeit in your memories. Pausing at every page, you tried to live those moments once again ,just like every year. Though you and that photo album were bound by a thread of sadness, the memories it contained made you feel immense joy that was incomparable for you.

The small album was the only memory that reminded you of the family you had once! and today was the day you’ll go to meet them again.

Busan was not that far away but the location of the graveyard added a whole hour to the already 3 hour long journey. You were supposed to meet your orphan warden at the station directly and like every year she'd be accompanying you to Busan so you could meet them. Even though you were a grown-up now , she didn't had the heart to let you go alone. So it had became a tradition.

After memorizing every picture, you got up to get ready for the long journey. Taeil had excused you for this weekend so there were no worries from his side. you rotated the doorknob to open but it didn’t budge.

You shoved your body against the door but nothing happned! Though you didn't want to rely , there was only one option left!

"yuta!" You shouted in a hope that his lazy ass would respond but silence replied instead.

"yuta! Can you hear me. I'm locked!" You tried again, both shouting and trying the knob, banged the door but none worked in your favour.

Then realisation dawned on you! Why won't he hear anything when he was right outside the room! because he didn't want to!

"yuta I swear I'm gonna kill you! let me out!"

Raking your hands through your hair, you decided to find your phone but it looked like the whole universe was conspiring against you as the phone was not in the room. you had probably left it on the kitchen counter earlier. The only communication you had was with yuta and he was not listening to you , delibrately!

Your fist met the door with all the power you could muster but only the echo was heard which fainted within few seconds.

"fuck you yuta" you mumbled dejectedly before throwing yourself on the mattress. Contempt filled your heart as you watched the fan moving endlessly and your mind grasped the reality that maybe you won't be visiting them. Not if he didn't open the door. But he couldn't lock you for years!

And whenever that door opens , you'll make sure to close it forever.

"eat slugs , haechan!" Yuta exclaimed into the microphone, killing another of haechan's Avatar in the game. He winced as haechan groaned loudly, trying to get some pity out of yuta.

Calling it a day, he teared the headphones away , the sudden silence bringing peace to his ears. Stretching his limbs, he got up but as he trudged for the kitchen, he heard a knock that didn't come from the front door.

He stopped abruptly as if to check if his mind was playing games on him but he heard it again, this time a fainted one.

His stopped in front of your room and slapped his hand against the door , checking his suspicious. Another fast and hard bang came in response and he rotated the knob to open but nothing happened. Forcing his body against the door, a metal dropping sound reached him before the door opened. Without even glancing at you, he leaned and picked up the screws that were stuck in the door hinges. But before he could show you those, you pushed him backward, releasing all the anger at once.

"what the fuck is wrong with you!" Not paying any attention to any of his words, you searched for your phone that you found on the counter and shot your warden an apologetic message. The orphan was near the station so you were sure she won't have waited for more than thirty minutes but you knew she'd have been worried for you.

Quickly working , you called taeyong while running for the main door, a confused yuta following you.

"you are home taeyong?" You asked him while wearing your shoes and exited , ignoring yuta's perplexed questions.

Yuta stood in the doorway, contemplating what the heck he had witnessed!

18:30

Taeyong jerked forward on his chair as you slammed open the door of his office and marched in. When you called earlier , he thought you were going to complain about something that yuta did but the heat of the anger radiating through your body was enough to burn his senses from a distance.

"sit and calm-

"I'm not here to witness your hospitality Lee taeyong. Relieve me of the agreement here and now. my way or your way! I don't wanna live under the same roof wi-

"why are you shouting so much?" Jaehyun interrupted ,entering the room in a swift motion. Following him were few others who might have been awakened by your outburst.

"shut up jaehyun! For once do something with your worthless life" you spit out, eyes boring into jaehyun's.

"can you atleast tell me what has happened!"

To answer taeyong , you moved forward, resting your hands on the head of a chair continued,

"yuta locked me today. My phone was outside in the kitchen. I shouted , pleaded but he didn't open the door for 5 hours. I was supposed to go to Busan but that motherfucker don't ha-

"Busan? Your hometown?" Taeyong disrupted your speech,

"f-for my parents' death anniversary! I was suppose to visit their graves like every year.b-but he chose today of all days to play his little revenge games on me." With broken voice and tears threatening to spill, you managed to proceed,

"i don't wanna live with him anymore. I didn't sign up for this torture. Kill me for all you want but don't try to convince me into staying with that bastard!" Your nails holed into the leather chair, creating small crescents on the surface.

Uncomfortable silence fell over the whole room . As you turned around to leave, you were met with yuta's figure. His hand motioned to reach you but you closed the distance before he could.

"i hope you enjoyed it today!" With venom laced words, you finalised your proposition by flinging the ring straight into his face, his face scrunching at the hit , before walking past him.

"hyun-

Before taeyong could complete, taeil was already was on your heels.

"why do you have to be an asshole yuta?"

" i didn't do anything!" He started as he picked up the ring from the floor, “the door was ja-

“you shouldn’t have stooped so low nakamoto yuta!” tayeong growled with eyes glistening with fire.

“what now?” yuta’s jaw clenched at jaehyun’s nonchalant words. Pocketing his annoyance for him, he opened his mouth to explain himself,

“nothing now ok! I did nothing.i didn’t lock her and certainly didn’t try to forbid from going anywhere. She wa- the door was jammed due to some loose screws. I had to push it so it’d open. I-i-I wasn’t even aware of her plans. Heck, you can ask hyuck. I was playing with him for 6 hours straight. I had headphones in my ears all that time and you know how much hyuck yells. Even if she was stuck, there was not a sound that reached me taeyong. I was as oblivious to all this as much as you all were till now and knowingly, I won’t ever do anything so harsh. You know me very well! don’t you?” he ended with a hopeful question glancing at everyone in the room. With each passing second, his anxiousness elevated at the silent and calculating faces of everyone.

“you don’t believe me, do you?” his broken voice resembled the one they just heard few minutes ago.

“no yuta.i-its not like that . message taeil hyung about all this so he can calm her down.” Taeyong muttered with eyes searching up yuta’s for any malice he might be planning but found nothing. he was innocent.

But yuta panicked at his words, “why? I can explain by myself. It’s not that difficult. I can handle her taeyong.” he turned for the door but taeyong’s words stopped him in his tracks.

“you think so! You should be glad you are alive yuta”

“then release us taeyong. I’m begging you, LET HER GO!” the shout that echoed was enough to send shivers through every living being in the vicinity.

“I will. If taeil hyung say so. Message him yuta and you should know I don’t repeat my words without expense!”

He did as told, head hung low to avoid the pity looks that were thrown his way!

“don’t follow me taeil!”

“I’ll stop if you’ll stop!” taeil politely replied, tracking your steps on the sidewalk. He tried to obstruct your way but ended up following you instead. 15 minutes had passed since you both left the house but your anger was not simmering down and you were stunned at his patience.

“you can’t walk till university.” You deadpanned.

“neither can you.”

Stopping abruptly, you faced him, “you can’t stop me taeil.”

“I won’t. but the bus driver would. Even pretty girls don’t get a free ride home.” You groaned at his unnecessarily true words. He was right, you had nothing on you except for the phone.

He silently observed your slumping body, before walking a step closer to check the waters. When you didn’t push him away, he lightly took your hand in his, tugging you to come along.

“I don’t wanna go with you.” your hushed voice gave him some courage to proceed further,

“we aren’t going home. Lets just sit”

He dragged you to the park you had passed just five minutes ago. Sitting on the bench , he asked you to explain everything that had happened in the last 6 hours. You recited the whole story till the end where you threw the ring at yuta. Taeil only hummed in response when he heard a buzz from his phone.

Reading yuta’s message , he suddenly knew where to start!

“read this y/n.” he said before giving you the phone.

You absorbed each and every word written. It made sense. But did it?

“he’s lying.” You scoffed , returning the phone.

“he’s not.”

“ofcourse you’ll take his side.”

“and why would I do that?”

“he’s your brother”

“and you are my sister”

“no I’m not. I never would be.” You retorted, hiding the effect his words had on you.

“I might not be your brother but you can’t stop me from calling you my sister and I’d prefer you over yuta anyday.”

“but you still think I’m lying and he’s right”

Taeil massaged the back of his neck, clearly getting annoyed by your snapping.

“when did I say you are lying? I just said he’s not lying.”

“isn’t it the same thing?”

“no its clearly not. You just don’t wanna admit that you misunderstood!”

Uncrossing your legs, you faced him, “ because I am not in the wrong here. he is ! he did it so he can have the house all to himself while I’m locked. The truth is he hates my guts. He wont ever pass an opportunity against me!”

“and like you love his guts! Your hatred for him is the reason that you don’t wanna believe he’s innocent. Your heart wants to believe that everything that had unfolded after that night is yuta’s fault. You don’t wanna believe because you just don’t want to! You are rejecting his reason because your mind says its the perfect chance to break taeyong! your anger and emotions are playing games with you and you are letting them! and this is exactly what yuta had been doing from the very first day! He’s no different than you. No matter how much you discard it, the truth won’t change! Impulsive actions lead you nowhere!” His polite yet authoritative voice was providing inputs that you didn’t want to believe. Not yet.

“I just wanted to go to busan taeil. If he hadn’t been home the-

“if he hadn’t been home , then you would not have even made it out! And I’m sure you have heard him playing games. He’s a loudspeaker and believe me haechan is yuta part two. I’m sure he didn’t hear you.”

“but why would anyone even care! I’m the one at loss here.”

“what loss. Just because you missed it today doesn’t mean you can’t go tomorrow and If you want i can take you there. we can go right now! But y/n , loved ones live in your heart!. You don’t need a day to show them your respect and love. They know you and they watch over you. don’t crumble under the weight of customs and rituals. We’ll go tomorrow morning. Be ready by 8 a.m !” his soothing voice managed to calm the storm but you weren’t going to budge from your first condition.

“I don’t wanna go back with him.”

He sighed heavily before pressing his phone to his ear,

“taeyong. replace yuta in france. For two months and I don’t want any further discussion.”

You sniffled, finally letting out the tears that were in the waiting since the morning.

“I can drop you to the dorm for tonight until he packs his stuff and you can go back home tomorrow. Sounds right?” he described his plan , petting your hair.

You weakly nodded, letting him ease your worries with sympathetic words that you didn’t even know you needed!

next morning 

Uncomfortable silence welcomed you as you entered the house. You were told that he was gone and it sounded about right with the present atmosphere.

After finding the fruits, you made you way to the room but stopped in your tracks as you spotted something on the counter.

Three moulded screws were placed on a paper along with the ring that you thought would never be seen by you again. you breath quickened as you read the words on the plain paper

I’m sorry!

What were you supposed to do with it now?

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Here’s my fic :)

" Your still at it? Work ended hours ago come sit with me.", he whined.

Draco barely looked up from his paper, giving a half hearted answer. " Give me a few more minutes...", he said tapping away at the edge of his desk.

" Come onnn. We work all day lets relax a bit.", Harry sat up a bit growing more passionate.

Draco rolled his eyes. " Well I do atleast, you think being an Auror is easy"

" No of course not I know that its just - " Harry was interrupted by a loud growl emanating from his stomach.

" Hungry?", Draco teased. " You just had a snack a few minutes ago didnt you?", he watched his partners facial expression change from uncomfortable to mischievous as he cocked his leg to the side and let out a bubbly, barely audible fart.

"Nope.", Harry said smuggly.

" Thats digusting Harry.", he complained burying his head in his stack of papers.

" Yep, bet you cant do better.", Harry challenged him. He had no doubt in his mind that Draco could do better, he just wanted to see him try. He knew for a fact that Draco held his farts in all day long and work. AND he also knew that Draco hated farting infront of him, so much so that his ass sounded like trumpeter all night.

"I CAN do better, I just have some dignity unlike -", he was cut off by the sound of another one of harrys farts. This one was louder and tempered of at the end, like it was running out of air.

" All im gathering is that you couldnt." Harry pushed.

Draco spinned around in his chair to face Harry. " You know what..." he said deciding that besting harry is more valuable than his dignity. He lifted his ass slightly from his soft leather chair, casually assaulting its seat with his foul wind.

PRRRPPT!

Harry smirked, revelling at the fact that he got Draco out of his shell.

" Weak.", he retorted. Harrys stomach muscles visibly tensed as he let out a rumbly fart.

Draco wrapped his hands around his knee, pulling it into his torso. A long bubbly fart rolled its way out of him for what felt like 10 minutes.

" Ahhh. Whos weak now." Harry walked over to Draco and took a seat on his lap.

" Still you." Harry said as he ripped one right onto Dracos unsuspecting lap.

" Your a pest, you know.", Draco couldnt help but laugh as he kissed his boyfriends cheek.

" You love me though."

" That I do"

*Thank you so much for writing me something- I loved it! 🥰 Also, fun fact: I actually wrote me own Drarry fart contest- it’s pretty epic and it’s in one of the future chapters of Pureblood Plumbling. So look forward to it 😉 If anyone else wants to write me what I requested in my pinned post, then please feel free to! I’ll reciprocate back 😘

**Also, the reason why I was able to crank out this drabble quickly was because I’ve been slowly working on it for a while now (I had a feeling someone would ask for face-farting so I had to be prepared). I’m just saying this so in case someone wants to write me something as well, most likely it’ll take me a bit longer to give you a drabble back 😅

“Ohhhh…Harry.”

Draco moaned in Harry’s mouth, their tongues sliding against one another’s, sucking as if wanting to devour the other.

Harry’s lips slowly slid away as he nibbled across Draco’s cheek and moved down to suckle at a sweet spot that Draco had on his neck, making the blonde moan even louder.

“Turn around, love.” Harry urged. Draco readily did so and Harry looked with hungry eyes as the sight of the blonde on his knees and hands, wearing nothing but his underwear, bent over so his glorious arse was facing right in front of Harry was tantalizing.

Harry, who was completely nude himself, leaned forward to give a playful bite on one of his lover’s clothed bum cheeks.

Just as he went to give the other cheek another bite, he heard Draco’s stomach give a loud growl.

All he heard was Draco’s alarmed voice saying, “Harry, wait! I’m about to-“ and suddenly a loud burst of air erupted all over Harry’s face, the earthy smell of musk mixed with rotten eggs encasing him.

Harry coughed, blinking in surprise as Draco turned around, his face red in horror.

“I’m so sorry! I don’t- I didn’t mean- oh Merlin, I knew I shouldn’t have eaten all those baked beans!” Draco stuttered, looking back and forth between Harry’s face and the door, wanting to run away and cry.

Harry stared at him with wide eyes, his mind going in circles. There was only one thought he had.

“Do it again.”

Draco froze as he looked back at Harry. “What?”

“I liked it. Do it again.” Harry repeated, almost demanded this time.

As Draco continued to look at him with eyes wide like a doe, Harry gently turned his boyfriend around and brought him back to the same position as before.

“…Harry?” He heard Draco ask hesitantly.

Harry rubbed his face over his lover’s underwear-covered bum, straying right over where his arsehole was. He reach over and splayed his hand over the other’s belly, feeling the rumbles underneath his palm.

“Just let it go, Draco. Please.” When Draco did nothing, still confused about what was going on, Harry decided to take matters into his own hands (literally) and pushed his hand right into the other’s stomach.

He heard Draco gasp and another brassy fart was let loose into Harry’s face.

Bbbbrrrrrrrrrttttttt!

They both moaned, Draco from the relief and embarrassment while Harry due to the sheer euphoria and intensity of the smell that hit him directly.

Harry continued to press down and squeeze Draco’s belly, forcing out all the gas that was trapped inside his lover to come out.

Draco’s moans were heard over and over throughout their bedroom, loud emissions from his rear end repeatedly bursting forth.

Harry’s groans were also heard, sounding almost tortured as the bubbly, almost booming sounds and the primal stench of his lover’s gas made him shiver in a mixture of delight and disgust.

At one point, Harry even lowered the blonde’s briefs and his eyes had practically burned in hot desire as he watched Draco’s hole literally open and practically shake as a large fart exited from him, the blonde’s bum shaking slightly from the power behind his fart.

It was madness.

Harry couldn’t get enough.

Harry grabbed his lover’s arse in his strong hands and shoved his nose right up his lover’s hole.

He let out another groan as Draco’s next farts went directly into his own body, the smell entering into his nostrils as he could literally feel Draco’s warm and slightly moist air hit his face, trapping him so he couldn’t escape from the other’s farts even if he wanted to.

This continued on for quite some time, the room filled with loud moaning and choking sounds as Draco continued to gas out Harry.

Finally, it seemed like Draco had finally ran out of gas- his farts getting softer and airier as they came along. Harry was fine with this since he now had time to catch his breath.

Both boys eventually shifted their bodies until they were laying down, facing one another, looking at each other with molten eyes as they panted and tried to get their heavy breathing under control, their minds still swirling from an overload of sensations.

When things had calmed down once more, Harry lazily wrapped an arm over the other while Draco curled into him cozily.

When Harry leaned forward to give Draco a kiss, Draco grimaced and leaned his face away.

“Oh no, no way am I gonna kiss you right now. Not after knowing where your face has been.” Draco pointed out, raising an eyebrow at his lover.

Harry only grinned.

They cuddled together for a bit more, both of them feeling a little shy but more accepting in what had just transpired between them.

Then another growl came from Draco’s stomach.

They both looked at each other.

“Ready for round two?” Draco asked suggestively.

Harry’s eyes glinted as he nodded.

***Goodness, I forgot how hard it was to write (kinda?) smut 😅 And godddd…writing face-farting is hard. But I hope you enjoyed this story and if you or anyone else wants to write me a fic (see pinned post above) please feel free to do so- in exchange, I’ll write you a Drarry drabble or post one of my drabbles that I have saved up from other fandoms. (But no more face-farting for the time being please- I don’t think I can write another one so soon 😆)