#I'm frusted

[jeonginsleftcheek]

A little help and more

pairing: virgin!felix x virgin!afab!reader x experienced!chan

genre: smut, fluff

word count: 5.7k

description: felix and you need a little guidance and chris is more than happy to assist.

warnings: threesome(obviously), sub!felix, switch!reader, dom!chan, oral (f and m receiving), handjobs, cumshots, squirting, nipple play, fingering, unprotected sex (p in v), little bit of ass play, dirty talk, lots of pet names (lmk if i missed something)

a/n: chan is called chris in this fic, established relationship, this turned out a little more fluffier than i thought it would be ehehe, hope y'all enjoy this one too🤭🩷

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Dating Felix was one of the best things you've ever decided to do and you knew that, even if it's barely been half a year since he first asked you to be his girlfriend.

You were always a little shy when it came to relationships but Felix was even more shy than you and it took him a long time just to ask you out on a date or to hold your hand.

You found it endearing really, it made him seem more sweet and genuine, like he wasn't coming onto you too strongly and you liked that.

But in certain situations you wished he was a little more assertive even if you didn't mind taking the lead, you had a bit more experience than he did and you wanted to take your physical relationship to the next level, share that intimate moment with him.

But Felix would always back out before anything too risky happened, and you worried he didn't find you attractive so you decided to confront him about it.

He got so embarassed when you pointed it out, his cheeks blushing instantly as he avoided your eyes and played with his fingers.

He reassured you that it's not your fault, and confessed that you were actually his first girlfriend, that he never even kissed anyone before. You were shocked, thinking that there's no way that someone as beautiful and sweet as him was single until now.

Felix never told you that before, thinking you weren't gonna date him if you thought he was clueless and inexperienced, he felt so bad for withholding the truth from you that you could see his eyes become watery.

You were quick to comfort him, telling him that you understand and that it's okay, you don't mind him being a virgin, you actually found it kind of adorable. You weren't that much more experienced than him anyways, you only ever went to second base with a guy you dated briefly before Felix and he seemed relieved to hear that, you were going to get into it for the first time together and that made it even more special.

After that talk, you were sure your boyfriend was going to relax and maybe try not to always be so respectful with his hands and lips.

But, the next time you initiated a makeout session, as soon as your hand slid up his thigh, he jerked away from you, apologizing profusely after doing so.

"Felix, what's wrong?"- you asked, frustration building up inside you but he looked so panicked that you tried to be as gentle as you could with him.

"I'm- I'm sorry love, it's just- I don't know what to do and I'm scared that I'll do something wrong or that it won't feel good to you. I know it seems like I don't want it, but I really do. I really want you. I just don't want to disappoint you."- he rambles, fidgeting with his hands.

"Lixie, you could never disappoint me. I don't know what I'm doing either but we can learn together."- you try to reassure him, placing your hand on his.

"I wish we had some help."- he says and you chuckle as his ears become red. "I- I didn't mean it like that. Maybe we could- um... watch some porn together?"- he asks quietly and you giggle, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

"You're really cute, you know that?"- you ask, kissing his nose and he laughs. "We can try that."

And you tried it but Felix got even more embarassed when you found a video to watch, covering his growing erection with a pillow and avoiding your gaze.

The arousal you felt was once again replaced by the frustration, the only reason you were so patient with him is because you really cared for him and didn't want to do anything that would make him feel uncomfortable or unsafe with you.

But then, a little light bulb turned on above your head as you accidentally came across a threesome video, and the knowledge of Felix being the type of person to learn things best when they're hands on, you decided to ask him what if you actually had someone there to help you?

And Felix admitted he had the same exact thought before, but was afraid to suggest it in case you thought it was gross.

Both of you laughed at your predicament and together you brainstormed on how to approach this and who to ask for help.

Your best option was Chris, your mutual friend who both of you always went to for advice and comfort. You trusted him completely and you knew he had experience and could help you out without judging you.

He was surprised at your proposition but he wasn't opposed to it, Chris just needed some time to process what you were suggesting to him.

And when he accepted, the three of you sat down and discussed your boundaries, and came to the conclusion that it's best to start out with something vanilla. You were both kinda excited to see how this would go, but neither of you knew just how much you would get.

-

That Saturday evening, the three of you sit in your room and even though you tried to make the atmosphere as chill as you could with scented candles and dim lights, Felix was still vibrating with nervousness.

You were nervous too, more so excited and Chris chuckled at the both of you, finding you so adorable in that moment.

"Why don't you start with some kissing? Maybe it'll help you relax if you start like you normally do and act like I'm not here."- Chris suggests.

"Okay, sounds good."- you nod, cupping your boyfriend's face and pressing your lips into his. You can feel Felix slightly relax against you and kissing you back gently, one of his arms curling around your waist timidly.

Chris watches the innocent kiss shared between you and something stirs inside him, his eyes narrowing and tongue darting out to wet his lips.

You're just kissing slowly with your lips, no tongue yet and both of you are already getting hot and bothered. Chris observes the way you keep pressing your lips harder into your boyfriend's while he squirms, his hand grabbing at your shirt.

You run your tongue on Felix's bottom lip and he parts his lips, letting you in. The wet sounds of your tongues dancing together make Chris grow in his pants.

He doesn't want to just watch anymore, he wants to taste the both of you. You part for air and notice that Chris is now sitting closer to you, your heart skips a beat in anticipation.

His big hand rests on your cheek, and you can hear Felix breathing hard next to you. Your big eyes stare up at Chris as he leans in and captures your lips in his.

He's different than Felix, more dominant and sure of himself and you melt into him, letting him take control. The different dynamic makes arousal drip on your panties as your hands come up to grab at Chris's biceps.

Chris bites on your lip a little and you gasp, opening your mouth for him to push his tongue in. The way he swirls it around yours has you dizzy and you hold onto him, pressing your thighs together and moaning into his mouth.

Felix should be jelaous that another man is making you feel like that when he never did, but all he feels is arousal as his cock strains and twitches in his pants. He wants to touch himself so badly, but he's still embarassed and doesn't want to seem too eager.

When the two of you part, Chris turns to Felix who looks up at him with glassy innocent eyes and Chris smirks.

"You want some too?"- he asks and Felix nods fervently making you giggle at his cuteness.

Your boyfriend's face is flushed, the redness spreading to his neck as Chris cradles his head and starts kissing him. You notice the way Felix jolts and kisses back sloppily as Chris presses his lips into his roughly. Felix whimpers and Chris pushes his tongue in, tasting your boyfriend and making his eyes roll back.

The way Chris is leaning over your boyfriend, his head thrown back as he grabs at your friend's shirt make you feel extremely hot and your hand wanders between your legs as you gently press on your clit.

Your fingers move in circles as your eyes get hazy looking at the sight before you. Chris leans away from Felix who looks absolutely disheveled, his hair messy, eyelids droopy and a dribble of drool sliding from the corner of his lips.

"Baby, are you feeling neglected?"- Chris chuckles, beckoning you to come closer and you crawl closer to them, joining them in a kiss.

It's a mess of tongue, teeth and moans as the three of you kiss and touch each other.

"So, you never went any further than this?"- Chris asks.

"Well, after neck kisses is usually when we stop."- you say, and Felix looks down at his lap, feeling embarassed. You gently place your hand on his and squeeze and he looks up at you, giving you a sweet smile.

"Okay, show me."- Chris smirks and you lean in closer to Felix. He throws his head back as soon as your lips touch him, eyes shut tight as you leave wet kisses on his soft skin. Chris decides to join in and he kneels behind Felix, moving his hair out of the way as he starts kissing the back of his neck.

"Ah!"- Felix whimpers, his hands instantly grabbing at yours, it's too much stimulation for him already. Both of you are giving him all the attention right now as you place his hands on your waist, crawling even closer to him where you're almost sitting in his lap. Your hands are roaming on his chest and abs, and Chris places his hands on Felix's hips, pressing himself closer to your boyfriend, his teeth nipping at his sensitive skin.

Felix mewls between you, his head resting on Chris's shoulder as you sink your teeth in and start sucking on his skin, your hand sliding under his shirt, fingertips brushing at him.

"Mm- too much..."- Felix whines as Chris licks a stripe on his neck, then leaves little bites, his big hands gripping at Felix's thighs.

You lean back and look at your boyfriend and Chris smirks behind him.

"Why don't we give your beautiful girlfriend the same treatment?"- Chris asks lowly and you shiver, biting on your lip. Felix nods in a daze and you get comfortable as he leans in. His lips are gentle on your skin and he leaves sweet little kisses as Chris joins him, kissing the other side of your neck a bit more strongly.

The difference between their kisses and the stimulation you're receiving make you hot again and Chris notices you squirming around. His hand gently comes up to cup your breast, before he leans back and looks at Felix. Your boyfriend nips at your skin, like he's afraid to bite into it harder but you don't mind in this moment, you're already so turned on that even the smallest touch makes you crumble.

"Have you ever touched her breasts?"- Chris asks Felix and you feel your face burning as he gently squeezes you.

"N-no."- Felix whimpers, looking at Chris's hand.

"Do you want to?"- he smirks.

"Yes, yes, I want to!"- Felix nods fast and Chris takes his hand, placing it on your breast. You moan a little as Felix gasps and squeezes you.

"You can do it like this."- Chris says as he grabs your other boob, massaging it and running his thumb on your nipple that's now becoming perky and visible under your shirt since you didn't wear a bra.

Felix looks at Chris's hand like he's mesmerized and he repeats everything exactly as Chris is showing him.

You moan, arching into their touch, becoming desperate for more friction and more action.

"Do you play with your boobs when you touch yourself, y/n?"- Chris asks, leaving little kisses on your jaw.

"Y-yes."- you whimper.

"Show us."- Chris leans back, and Felix follows him.

You oblige, taking your shirt off and tossing it aside. Felix practically drools at the sight of your breasts and you don't waste any time as you start playing with your nipples, running your fingers on them and pinching them.

Chris can see how desperate Felix is to touch them, his eyes bulging out of his skull as he traces every movement you make with your fingers.

You moan quietly, eyes closed as you get into it.

"P-please..."- Felix says suddenly and you open your eyes.

"What do you want, baby?"- you ask.

"Your- your- i wanna touch-" - Felix mutters, clearly still embarassed.

Chris chuckles on the side, his hand coming up to touch Felix's cheek.

"Tell her what you want, Lix. Use your words."- Chris commands him and your boyfriend whimpers.

"Your titties- I want them in my mouth."- Felix whines, his eyes glassy and you smirk, arching towards him.

"Come here, baby."- you say and Chris presses the back of his head, gently pushing him towards your breast. Felix eagerly wraps his lips around your nipple and starts sucking.

"Mm."- you moan, staring at him as he looks up at you sweetly. Chris is getting incredibly hard in his pants and he accidentally grips Felix's hair.

Felix moans around you, sucking more harshly as his cock twitches in his pants.

"You like this, Lix?"- Chris asks curiously, pulling on your boyfriend's hair again.

He whimpers around you again, hands now gripping at your thighs as he trembles.

"I-I didn't know you liked it rough, Lixie."- you smirk at your boyfriend.

Felix closes his eyes, the attention is on him again and Chris can sense that he's getting embarassed again so he turns back to you, his hand on your other breast as he starts playing with it.

"You can use your tongue Lix, like this."- Chris leans in and starts flicking your nipple with his tongue. You mewl, gripping at the blanket under you and Felix follows suit, flicking his tongue just like Chris.

You almost fall apart at the double stimulation, more arousal gushing on your panties and you just want to be fucked, even if it's just fingers, you need someone to touch your dripping cunt.

You reach your hand towards Felix, tugging at his shirt and he leans back.

"Take it off."- you say and Felix becomes more red as he slowly takes off his shirt.

You've seen him shirtless already but in this moment of arousal it's like you're seeing him for the first time ever and the sight makes you drool.

"What about you?"- you ask Chris and he smirks.

"How about we all strip completely? I can see you're both so desperate to be touched."- he says and you nod, getting to it immediately.

"I- Can I stay in my boxers just for a little while more?"- Felix asks timidly.

"Sure."- you say and the three of you strip, Felix still in his boxers and his eyes are glued to your glistening cunt.

On the other hand, you gasp as Chris takes off his underwear, his cock springing out for the two of you to see.

"Oh... it's so big."- Felix gulps, almost mesmerized and Chris chuckles deeply.

"Yeah? Like what you see?"- he asks your boyfriend and you giggle, your hand on Felix's thigh, gently grabbing it and massaging it.

"I mean- yeah..."- Felix nods, looking at his lap again.

"Are you still feeling shy, baby?"- you ask.

"I'm sorry, it's just... I'm not as big as Chris."- he says quietly.

"That really doesn't matter, darling."- you say sincerely, your hands lifting up to cradle his face, making him look at you.

"Yeah, don't worry about it, Lix. This is a safe space, okay?"- Chris says and your boyfriend nods before taking a deep breath in as he hooks his fingers in his boxers.

He slides them down and his cock springs out, the tip pink and glistening with precum, it's smaller than Chris's but chubby and you instantly find yourself yearning to touch him.

"So pretty."- you say and Felix chuckles quietly.

"You think my dick is pretty?"- he asks.

"Very."- you nod and he laughs again, his cheeks becoming profusely red.

"I agree."- Chris comes closer to Felix, his hand resting on his thigh as he squeezes it and slowly slides it up. You can see his cock twitch the closer Chris gets to it.

"Is it okay if I touch you?"- he asks and Felix looks at you.

"If it's okay, I'd like y/n to touch me first."- Felix says timidly and Chris nods understandingly.

"Ofcourse, I'm just here to help out."- he smiles sweetly and you gulp, your hand lifting up as you scoot closer to your boyfriend.

You've never touched a dick before but you weren't scared, you were just nervous, wanting to make your boyfriend feel good. Your fingers wrap around him and Felix falls apart immediately.

Chris kneels behind him, his hands around Felix, fingertips brushing his skin as he tries to help him relax.

You slowly start moving your hand, only ever seeing how to do it in porn videos and you have no idea if you're doing it right but your boyfriend seems to be enjoying. He's arching into your touch, his head resting on Chris's shoulder again, eyes shut tight as sweet moans leave his lips.

Chris's hands come up to his nipples and he starts pinching them which makes Felix moan louder, his hips fucking his cock into your hand.

You're in awe at seeing your boyfriend a mumbling mess like this and his cock looks inviting to you, you want to taste him but you don't want to rush too much in case Felix gets embarassed again.

Chris notices the way you stare at Felix's cock hungrily and he smirks, his hands sliding down and grabbing a handful of Felix's ass.

"Oh my-"- your boyfriend whimpers, hips jerking forwards.

You're beyond turned on and you lean down.

"I wanna taste you, Lixie."- you say.

"Mm, yes please... Please..."- Felix whines and gasps as he looks down at you, desperation evident in his voice.

You lean in close, your tongue darting out experimentally to lick at his tip, licking off the salty precum. You would be embarassed to admit this but you researched how to give good head because you wanted to give your boyfriend the best blowjob you could.

You wrap your lips around him and start sucking as Felix mewls and grabs at your shoulders.

"Wow, babygirl knows what she's doing."- Chris smirks behind Felix and you smirk back at him with your mouth full of your boyfriends cock.

Chris finds you so pretty like that as you keep taking more of Felix's cock in your mouth and he needs some friction, so he presses his dick on your boyfriend's asscheek, one of his hands tangling in his hair and pulling his head back.

"Fuck-" - Felix jolts, accidentally pushing his hips into your face a little and making you gag from the sudden movement.

"Oh my god, I'm sorry love!"- he apologizes instantly.

"Lixie, it's okay, I don't mind."- you slide off of him to reassure him that he did nothing wrong.

"Relax, baby."- Chris whispers into Felix's ear, gripping his hair and kissing his neck as you take him in your mouth again.

Felix keeps whimpering and mumbling both of your names, falling apart between the two of you. Chris gently ruts against your boyfriend as you almost swallow him whole, quickly adjusting your mouth to his length and girth. You speed up, wetting his cock with your spit as Chris sucks a love bite into his skin.

"So much..."- Felix whines.

"Is it too much babyboy?"- Chris asks.

"Mhm."- Felix mutters.

"You love being sandwiched like this, don't you?"

"Yes, yes I do!"- Felix whines as Chris's hand curls around him to play with his balls. He jolts again and you take it sucking on him harder and Felix looks down at you and almost busts right then and there.

The sight of his sweet, beautiful girlfriend in a position like that with mouth full of his cock drives him insane.

"P-please... I'm close, I can't hold it in."- Felix whimpers, his hand gentle on your head as he tries to make you stop.

You moan around him as you keep going, your hands gripping at his thighs and Chris starts pinching Felix's nipples fast and hard and Felix can't hold himself together anymore. His moans get louder and louder, his hips timidly fucking into you, afraid that if he goes faster he might hurt you.

"Let go, baby."- Chris coos at him as he keeps playing with him and Felix shakes as his cock twitches, his cum shooting into your mouth and you swallow everything he gives you, savoring his taste and milking him dry as he whimpers, eyes teary and face red.

"Good boy."- Chris smirks and Felix shivers as you finally release him and sit back, licking your lips.

"Both of you did so well. How about you return the favor, Lix?"- Chris asks and you bite your lip.

"I want to!"- Felix nods eagerly.

"Lay down, sweetheart."- Chris coos at you, seeing how turned on you are from everything, aching to be touched, your eyes glassy and desperate.

You oblige, your legs falling open immediately and Felix moans just at the sight of your sweet cunt.

"Mm, please, wanna taste."- he whines as he leans in closer. "But I don't know what to do."- he adds, embarassed again.

"Do what feels natural to you. Kiss, lick, suck. I'll be here to guide you if you need it."- Chris tells him. "And y/n will tell you what she likes, right?"- he looks at you and you nod, anticipation making goosebumps rise on your skin.

Felix leans in, he's not that clueless, he knows what a clit is and how good it feels to touch, well at least from what he saw in porn so he tries, his tongue giving you little kitten licks.

Your legs jolt as he presses it into your clit and watches your reaction.

Chris lays on his side next to you, his hand running on your inner thigh as he leans in and kisses your collarbone and breast.

Felix is getting drunk on the taste of you, how you're getting more wet just from his tongue playing with your clit and he gently pulls open your folds before he pushes his tongue in, his eyes rolling back at the feeling. He loved you on your knees and sucking him in but he knows he loves this even more. Being between your legs, his tongue buried inside you as you look down at him, your body shivering, pretty moans coming out of your lips.

Chris's hand is on your breast, kneading and playing with your nipple, his other hand in Felix's hair as he pushes his head into you.

Felix moans into your cunt as Chris holds him down and your legs shake as Felix fucks you desperately with his tongue, lapping at you like your pussy is the tastiest treat he ever had.

You moan loudly, losing yourself in the pleasure, already close to the edge as your hands grip at the blanket below you.

Felix ruts his semi hard cock on the sheets below almost unconsciously and Chris thinks he looks so cute when he's desperate like that.

Chris leans in and starts sucking on your breast, his hand playing with the other one, his focus now on you, wanting to help bring you closer to your sweet release.

You're shaking under them, the stimulation is so much stronger than when you played with yourself and you can't take anymore, fireworks exploding inside you before you cum, your sweet juices covering Felix's tongue and lips.

He whines and laps at you, savoring your taste as his eyes close.

"Did so well, baby."- Chris praises you and leans in to kiss you as your boyfriend still makes out with your wet pussy. You're sensitive and your legs close around Felix's head making him groan into you.

"T-too much."- you whimper and Felix leans back, the look on his face completely fucked out as he stares at you. You know you probably look the same, your legs still slightly shivering from your orgasm.

Both you and Chris can see that Felix is fully hard again, but you turn to Chris, your hand finding his.

"Can we do something for you before we go further?"- you ask and Felix nods.

"Yeah, we wanna make you feel good too."- he licks his lips.

"Don't worry about me. This is about the two of you."- Chris waves his hand but you can see that he's painfully hard.

You sit up and push him down so his back leans on the headboard of the bed.

"Let us make you feel good."- you say, hands on his thighs as you lean down and start kissing his cock.

Chris grunts lowly at your cute innocent face as you wrap your lips around the head. Felix comes up next to you and Chris spreads his legs more to give you both more space. Felix gathers your hair in a makeshift ponytail, helping you as you slowly take more of Chris in your mouth, his cock too big for you but you're determined to try your best.

It's the least you can do when he indulged the two of you and accepted to help you in an intimate situation like this. You bob your head up and down, your hand working the rest of his cock and Felix watches closely as he holds your hair, drooling at the thought of tasting Chris's cock after you've sucked on it.

"Please, let me."- he begs and Chris chuckles at his eagerness as you pop off of him.

Felix wastes no time, engulfing him as much as he could, making himself gag immediately.

"Slow down, baby."- you chuckle and Felix whines around Chris, the vibrations making him shiver.

Tears gather in his eyes as Felix sucks on Chris fast, taking more and more in, his spit mixed with yours making everything slippery.

You don't think you've ever seen anything as hot as your pretty innocent boyfriend doing such dirty things, his eyes rolling back every time Chris's cock hits the back of his throat.

"Fuck- I won't last long!"- Chris moans, his thighs flexing under Felix's hands.

You're the one holding your boyfriend's hair now and a wicked thought runs through your mind as Chris's hips jerk up. You grip Felix's hair and push him down more making him gag and squirm as Chris explodes with a loud moan, shooting his cum into your boyfriend's mouth.

Felix gags but swallows as he has no choice but to do that, you're still holding him down and you notice how he ruts into the bed, obviously turned on by your ministrations.

You let him lift off only when he's done milking Chris's cock and then you grab his face making him gasp as you crash your lips into his.

Chris breathes hard, watching the two of you make out messily, the taste of him pouring into your mouth from Felix's lips.

"Lixie, I want you."- you mumble against his lips, your hand wrapping around his cock.

"Mm, I want you too love."- he moans.

He looks at Chris who's coming to his senses and Chris chuckles.

"W-will you help me out a little?"- your boyfriend asks timidly and you giggle as Chris nods and sits up.

You lay down against the pillows, your hands on the back of your thighs as you lift up and open your legs so your cunt is on full display.

Felix groans watching it clench around nothing.

"She feels empty, don't you baby?"- Chris asks and you nod fervently. His finger is on your clit as he slowly circles it and you moan pushing up into him.

"You have to prep her first."- he tells Felix and he nods, his fingertips on your folds as Chris keeps massaging your clit.

"P-please..."- you whine and Felix sinks two of his fingers slowly inside you, careful to be gentle as he grabs your breast and massages it.

Your eyes roll in the back of your head as the two men play with your pussy, Felix pushing in as deep as he can and moving slowly as Chris helps guide his wrist while he plays with your clit, flicking it and pinching it.

You're moaning loudly, letting go of everything as your slick drips down onto their hands and the sheets beneath you, making a mess. You've never been this wet or turned on and you start moving your hips up into their touch and Felix speeds up, fucking your pussy open for his cock.

"Oh my god, ah!"- you practically scream as you explode, squirting on their hands as Felix pulls his fingers out and gasps.

"Oh..."- you chuckle embarassingly at the sight, trying to catch your breath.

"That was so hot."- Felix whines, licking off his fingers. Before you or Chris can react he grabs Chris's wrist and puts his lips around two of his fingers, sucking on them and looking at Chris hazily.

"Lix loves his mouth stuffed, hm?"- Chris smirks as you lift up on your elbows and look at them.

Felix moans around his fingers before he pops off, tongue darting out to lick at his lips.

He turns to you and Chris kneels behind him as you grab your boyfriend's hands and bring him closer to you.

"Fuck me, Lixie, please! I can't wait anymore!"- you whimper.

Felix groans as Chris gently pushes him closer to you. He reaches around your boyfriend's body and gently grabs his cock. Felix mewls as he melts between both of you and Chris pushes him down, massaging your wet pussy with Felix's cock.

"Mm feels so good..."- he whines and Chris smirks, his cock is getting hard again and he can't help himself as it slides between Felix's asscheeks.

Felix gasps and almost jolts away but Chris holds him.

"It's okay, I won't do anything you don't want, Lix."- Chris reassures him and Felix nods.

"Is this okay?"- he asks as his cock slides against him.

"Mmm it's good, so good!"- Felix whines as his tip catches on your folds.

"Put it in, Lixie, give me your cock!"- you whine, impatient and craving to be stuffed full of your boyfriend's cute chubby cock.

He moans and slowly pushes in, Chris holding his hips and rutting into him slowly.

You groan at the stretch, your little cunt opening up to take him fully. Felix lets out a deep growl as he bottoms out, hands gripping at your body. Your hands end up around his shoulders and you look into his eyes.

"Move, baby."- you moan and Felix starts fucking you slowly to let you adjust, Chris following his pace and rutting into his ass.

You fall into a rhythm, the three of you rocking together, moaning and praising each other, hands grabbing everywhere.

"Feels good babygirl?"- Chris asks you and you moan in response.

"See, she's going a little dumb on your cock, Lix."- Chris smirks.

"Mm fuck..."- Felix whines. "So warm and tight."- he keeps whimpering as he pushes his cock into you as deep as he can.

Chris is close as he rubs against Felix, his hand coming around to play with your clit once again as Felix fucks into you harder. You see stars as your eyes shut tightly, head falling back.

Felix is a mumbling mess, hips jerking harshly as he drools and Chris speeds up, jerking his cock so his head is massaging Felix's hole.

"Ah, ah, ah!"- Felix moans constantly, stimulated on both ends and Chris chuckles darkly, his head pushing against his tight hole, teasing his entrance.

"You want me to stretch your tight ass while you fuck your girlfriend's sweet pussy, hm?"- Chris growls into his ear as he pulls his head back harshly.

"Mm, fuck yes, daddy!"- Felix whimpers loudly and then freezes when he realizes what he said. Your eyes snap open and Felix panicks.

"I'm sorry, I-I don't know why I said that."- his lips tremble, eyes watering.

"Hey, hey, don't cry."- Chris soothes him. "You can call me whatever you want, it's completely fine and I don't mind."

Felix looks at you and you bite on your lip, your eyes hazy as you were close to your release.

"It was hot, love. I don't mind either."- you say and Felix melts, hips moving slowly into yours again.

It doesn't take long for the three of you to get back into your rhythm and your orgasm builds up once more, as does Chris's. You cum first, exploding all over Felix's cock, clenching around him as Chris spills his seed on your boyfriend's ass and the back of his thighs. Your pussy holding onto his cock and Chris's cum painting him makes him lose his mind and he pulls out, jerking his cock and exploding all over your stomach and pulsating cunt.

The three of you have to take a few moments to calm down and clean up, Chris helping you change the sheets you made a mess off.

As you and Felix get ready to cuddle up, you notice Chris picking up his clothes.

"Where are you going?"- you ask, lifting your head up.

"Well, I helped you out. I mean, I don't want to overstay my welcome. I'm sure the two of you would like some time alone now."- he says, scratching the back of his neck shyly, his demeanor completely different than moments before.

"Stay with us."- Felix says, and Chris's eyes soften.

"Yeah, come here."- you beckon him with your finger and he chuckles, coming closer to the bed and getting comfortable behind Felix, who was curled up in you, his arm and leg wrapped around you.

You press a gentle kiss on your boyfriend's forehead as he mumbles, already half asleep.

"I love you both..."- he mutters into your neck.

You and Chris lock eyes and smile at each other.

"We love you too."

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Them Thangs Thanging, Unfortunately

Basically, reader is a woman who has extremely large breast. Aka ME, this shit isn't for the weak. Just wanted to write about a few struggles we have. This doesn't even cover half of it.

Big Breast!Reader x Michael Myers, Daniel Lamb, Chromeskull, and Ghostface (Danny Johnson)

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Growing up was a struggle. 

That statement is true for many, especially during early teenhood. Middle schoolers were the most ruthless and awkward looking individuals to exist. However, there was an extra layer of struggle for the girls who had very progressive physical development(s). Specifically, those who developed their breasts early.

That was you. And unfortunately, your breast kept growing and growing. Even through early adulthood, with your weight fluctuating, your breast kept growing. They were always big, mind you. But now, as an adult, they were humongous. And what other people called a blessing, you just called a problem. Many problems at that included: 

Price

Bra’s, already, were expensive. For one piece of specialized cloth was $30 to $40. Add onto the fact that you had big breast? Oh, now the price wanted to double. Good luck if you were so big that you had to order custom. Prepare for your soul and wallet to be hurt. Custom bras can set someone back at least $100 easy!

With Michael, it was an odd situation. He would hear you complain about the price, but never understood why. He could just steal them for you, either from the store or from a victim. You, of course, didn’t want a bra from some random, especially with blood on it. EW. His plan could work if he would remembered your size...and if they even had it in store. 

Well, price wasn’t an issue with Chromeskull! He already treated you like a queen. If you wanted, he would have someone find bras for you. That way, you don’t even need the stress of looking. You find the bras lined up on a table every few months for you to pick from. What a life!

Daniel listened to your problems and saw firsthand how much they could get up to. Eyebrows shot up at the $79 bra that sat on your screen. After his missions, he would steal money or cards off corpses to give to you. You’d find a pile laying on your desk when he couldn’t stay, with a note saying ‘For your bra troubles!’ He was so sweet.

Ghostface didn’t care. He didn’t have to pay for the bras, so not his problem! He barely listens, pretending to only see any bras you might get next. Pervert. He wouldn't mind you getting a smaller bra, trying to imagine you as those anime girls wearing the smallest bikinis. 

“So you want me to look like I'm from One Piece??! Natural breasts in real life don’t work like that dummy!”

Size availability

Speaking of One Piece, it felt like you had to travel through the seven seas just to find bras in your size. Trying to find cute ones? You’re asking for the impossible. Most stores didn’t have your size. Forget about places like Victoria's Secret and especially Aerie. Lane Bryant may have your size, unless your band size is small. So, that means you have to order your bras online. Sucks, since you couldn’t try them on before buying. 

Michael stood in the store, comically looming behind you, surrounded by multicolored bras. He noticed that your posture fell as you spoke with a store worker. “Unfortunately, we don’t carry those sizes in store. We have them online and you could get it shipped here.” No thanks. It’d just be better to get something shipped to your house. You sighed in disappointment. Michael squints his eyes at the worker. Maybe he could come back and look to see what they really have in the back…

Availability was no longer a problem thanks to Jesse. Your masked sweetheart hired a personal designer that would make bras tailored to you. And you can tell them just how cute you’d like the bra to be.

A comforting hand lands on your shoulder as you relay the issue of finding your cup and band size in store. Daniel listens on as you rant, throwing your hands up in frustration. “Of course, I’d be the one with a small band size and huge ass breast!”  While you talk, he peruses the internet for different online stores that may have your size. You two curate a list of some, avidly reading any reviews that pop up.

“Oh well, hey, maybe this gives you the excuse to not wear bras anymore. Heh, I definitely won’t mind the view,” Danny joked after you told him the news. You roll your eyes and tell him to shut up. He really doesn’t care about your dilemma, pushing you to go braless, so he could see those juicy tatas bouncing. Although, if you get on him enough and promise him something nice, maybe he could magically get you some bras.

Clothing restrictions

There were certain articles of clothing that you couldn’t wear. Sad, since there were some cute looks that you just couldn’t do logistically. Bralettes and button down shirts were the devil. You saw the bralettes trending and said, “Nope. No way I could do that”. Button down shirts were deceptive. It would work up until the point the button around your breast would pop open. Understandable, since the small button couldn’t handle the pressure of holding back such big bouncing melons. You tried again one day, hoping that the designs became better throughout the years. As you walked around, the buttons popped open. The image of soft brown breast were revealed to the world in…

Michael’s steel blues, which immediately pinpoint the wardrobe malfunction. His head slowly tilts. Michael stoically ogles, secretly licking his lips as he enjoys the view. He notices your embarrassment and frustration. He feels a little bad, but that was overshadowed by the deliciousness of your reaction. He loves seeing you get worked up. He wouldn’t mind watching you bouncing around to throw a tantrum.

Jesse’s eyeless mask gleams. He raises his eyebrows at the incident. You try to button your shirt back up. The button only stays a moment before it gives up, bouncing off the shirt for the sweet release of death. The button clinks against the marble floor. You look down in disbelief as Jesse’s shoulders shake in glee. This was the funniest thing he’s seen all week!

Daniel’s zenith blue eyes pop wide open, mimicking the poor button that flew off. His face was a light shade of pink as he observed the scene. “Oh Shit…,” he whispers. Trying not to stare at your obvious malfunction, he peers up at your face that looks beautifully frustrated at the button on the ground. His eyes were full of empathy as walks over. “How about we try another shirt, huh?,” Daniel asks as he chuckles lightly.

“Hallelujah!” Ghostface shouts as he zeros in on this fantastic view. His perverted chocolate eyes were glued to your happy accident. You scoff and cover the malfunction with your hands. The view of that amazing bosom was now obscured, which angered Ghostface. He marches over right as he says, “Hey! Don’t cover those. Ghosty wants to see!”

Back pain

These breasts weighed heavy as gravity worked against your favor. Lugging around these gigantic bust meant the pull and strain against your back muscles. Those back muscles were only so strong, which would get weaker as you got older. The random aches in the upper, middle, and lower part of your back plagued your existence. You tried your best to keep good posture, but it was tiring.

Michael will rub your back if you ask. Well, only if he gets something in exchange. Dessert, you bent over, a good meal, or a new knife. You choose and it better be the right choice depending on his mood. Be warned that Michael is heavy handed as hell. His digs feel like he’s punching through your body. It might be a while before his massages become beneficial.

Jesse will hire a professional masseuse when he's on a spree. However, he would never turn down the opportunity to knead your supple muscles. You don’t mind if he goes a little lower, right Princess? He’ll also treat you with a doctor to get some treatment options going. 

Skilled and dangerous hands rub your back, the heavenly sensation of warm oil glides with every movement. Daniel, the sweet man that he is, gladly volunteers to bring you temporary relief. If he’s unable to caress your lovely form, he leaves you some pain medicine and healing meds that he comes across. The healing meds were heavenly. He, later, suggests having a reduction so you won’t have to suffer anymore.

Danny will massage you only because he wants his hands on that perfect body. And lowkey wants you to stop complaining all the time. God, it was annoying. He frequently offers to hold your breast up as you walk around. “I’ll even hold them up out in public. Just think, you’ll have your own boobie holder everywhere you go.” That shit eating grin on his handsome face didn’t faze you. Your face scrunches at his perverted comment. You take him up on the offer…only at home. You wouldn’t admit that it was a big help for your posture. You didn’t need to, Danny could tell how much it was helping by your relieved expression.

[shino-mina-324]

Don’t Leave Me Too

Pairing: platonic!yandere! Muichiro x mother figure! reader

GN!

Summary: You care for him like a son and treated like so, but he was darker than you thought her was. How far will you get before he finds you after escaping the estate?

Warning: blood, kidnapping, clingy Muichiro, trauma, abandonment issues, etc

A/N: Believe it or not but this is actually my first time writing yandere! I don't think its entirely good but I'm pretty proud of it for my first try. I hope you all like it, please give me your feedback!

You stumbled through the snow, shivering at the stinging cold. How long have you been trapped in there? You couldn’t tell. Your feet felt like they were going to freeze off, after all you were barefoot. You didn’t have time to go grab shoes when your escape was right there.

How did you even get into this situation? You squeezed your eyes shut at the memories.

You had met him during a mission. You were assigned to work with a hashira in this mission, apparently strong enough to need a hashira and one other but not enough to require two hashira. You were nervous, so nervous. You didn’t want to embarrass yourself in front of a hashira! But then you saw him, a short boy with long hair. He looked no older than fourteen. It had always broke your heart how such young kids were becoming demon slayers and what they go through. But to see a fourteen year old having gone through that and train hard enough to become a hashira so quickly just made it worse.

You didn’t let that show though, either way he was still your superior. In the down moments when you weren’t actively working you'd talk to him in a kind motherly manner, not in a belittling way but in a sweet way. He would look at you with a tilted head and sometimes narrowed eyes, annoyed maybe, but wouldn’t say anything. But when working you would treat him like any other superior.

Then after the mission was over you decided to get some breakfast and invited him as well. He accepted but didn’t talk much. Then you went your separate ways. But then you got another mission with him, then another, and another. Every time you would treat him the same way. Once you even gave him a head pat, you didn’t do it on purpose. Your hand kinda moved before you could think about it.

“Don’t touch me.” He gave you the coldest glare you had ever felt. You felt immediate shame fill your body and soon excused yourself. You never tried that again after that. Always kept your distance too, in case of accidentally touching him while walking. He didn’t seem to notice, if anything he seemed more pleased.

Then he went on a mission somewhere else. Not unusual. But the next time you saw him he was… different. His eyes were more clear and when he saw you a smile immediately crossed his face and he ran towards you. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into a tight hug, his face in your neck. You tensed at the contact, not used to it coming from him.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry I treated you like that.” He kept repeating, talking into your neck. Slowly, cautiously, you wrapped your arms around him loosely. But that’s all. He melted into it further though, like it meant the world to him.

After that you would see each other a lot more often. For some reason every mission you had was with him. He would also stay quite close to you as well. There was one time when you two were just sitting around a table he had grabbed your hand and put it on his head. You were confused but he looked at you expectantly but when you didn’t do anything he frowned and pushed it on to his head a bit harder. You realized, and although very confused, starting to pat his head. He seemed content but grabbed you hand when you tried to pull away.

It was sweet. The relationship the two of you had now, like mother and son. But then it took a turn. He would barely let you fight the demons you fought. Always jumping in and killing them before you. It was sweet at first but then got frustrating. Then after that he insisted on being next to you everywhere, even when not on missions. But compared to other things, those were more innocent.

He started trying to take up all your time, always wanting to be around you. He would also seem standoffish and be flat out rude to your other friends. Soon for some odd reason they started to distance themselves. But he was always there to cheer you up, you realized too late that he was the reason why they got distant.

Then for some odd reason you started getting missions less and less. This confused you but you didn't question it much. Then one day Muichiro invited you over to his estate. This wasn't an odd thing as he had done that numerous times before. But at the end of the night he insisted you stay the night and after a little fighting you agreed. That's where you went wrong. He didn't let you leave the next day or the next. You got frustrated and decided to just leave. If he caught you on the way out then so bad you'd just force your way out, no big deal. Yeah, you were wrong. He caught you on the way out, as if he were guarding the door. He refused to move and when you forced your way past him he let you. You made it a total of five steps out the door before you felt something hit the back of your neck and you passed out. All you heard were Muichiro's six words.

"I can't lose you too, mom."

You shook your head harshly pushing away the memories. You were so stupid. He may be a child but he was a damn Hashira! You should never have gotten close to him, never invited him to meals, never talked to him about anything not work related, you were so damn stupid! You shook your head at those thoughts. It was too late now, all you can do is keep running.

You kept running down the path then stopped. No this was too dangerous, what if he started walking down the same path and saw you? You made a sharp turn and ran into the forest. It was more dangerous and the roots, twigs, and rocks hurt your feet but it was safer in its own way. You kept running, ignoring the pain, ignoring the wind, ignoring the noises, ignoring your tired muscles that screamed at you to rest, ignored everything. Even ignored the trail of blood you left that was created by your bleeding cut up feet.

You then stopped and jumped behind a tree, crouching. You could've sworn you heard footsteps. You waited in tense silence for a few seconds, listening for the footsteps but when none passed you started to stand back up. You froze again though when you heard them again. Along with a sickeningly familiar voice.

"Mom? Where are you? Come on, I know you're hurt, just come out." You fell back against the tree and stuck a hand against your mouth to quiet any noises. You looked down at yourself, trying to figure out why he said you were hurt when you saw your bleeding feet. Shit. It's been leaving a trail right to you. You couldn't move. If you stood on your feet it'd just leave a trail, but if you tried to crawl away it'd make too much noise and you'd be more noticeable. You're stuck.

Tears filled your eyes at the realization, what were you going to do? You couldn't go back to that estate, playing house. Forced to be affectionate and treat him like your child. You started hyperventilating, having a panic attack.

"Why are you crying?" You gasped and scrambled back on instinct, trying to create distance between you and the boy and appeared right nest to you. His eyebrows furrowed and he easily pulled you back. He held your face tightly with both hands, refusing to let go no matter how much you pulled your head back, he just kept it in place. "Don't cry, mama." He spoke softly but you kept gasping for breath and trying to pull away. He frowned. "This might hurt, sorry." Then you blacked out.

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When you came to you were laying on something soft with a heaviness on your side and chest. You blinked and realized you were lying back in your futon at the Tokito estate. You moved your head to the side and saw Muichiro laying next to you, closely tucked to your side with his arm and head resting on your chest. He was also staring right at you.

"Your awake!" He smiled brightly at you but you could only feel a deepening pit in your stomach coming from the smile that once brought you so much joy in seeing. "Your feet were bleeding so I bandaged them up. You shouldn’t run off like that mom! Not even half an hour and you already got hurt, they could’ve gotten infected.” Muichiro said but his smile then faded and a cold look crossed his face. “Now on that topic, why’d you run, ma?” You shook slightly at his icy look but his words filled you with disgust. A sudden flash of confidence filled you.

“You know exactly why I ran, Tokito.” I glared at him harshly and pushed myself away from him, trying to create some distance. But I then stopped when I felt a restriction on my foot. He tied my foot to the ground with a rope. “What the hell, Tokito!” I yelled at him again.

“Stop calling me that." My blood froze when I met his eyes, they were void of any emotion and it was terrifying. "I told you to call me Muichiro." He pulled me in closer. "And you're not leaving. I'm not losing you too." His face then softened and he climbed on top of me, hugging me tightly and nuzzled his face into my neck like a baby kitten nuzzles into its mother.

"Don't leave me too, mom."

[blackbirdie1234]

Brothers Best Friend Pt.1

Sam Uley! x Fem!Reader!

A/N: Part one of a two-part series where Sam is your brother's friend. Slightly based on the plot of New Moon. Emily is Sam's cousin in this. I'll get part two out as soon as I can!

Warnings//: Profanity.

Summary: Sam is your brother's best friend. What happens when suddenly you start hearing rumors that they have joined a gang and gone off the rails.

B/N=Brothers name (make one up if you wish.)

You had heard the rumors, “Sam started a cult”, “They must be in a gang”, and "Did you know that Sam and his goons run around the woods shirtless and perform rituals" It was all over the town. In a town with less than three thousand people, rumors are bound to spread like wildfire. You didn’t want to believe it, more so because your brother was a part of it, and you could never think of him being involved in that. No matter how much you didn’t want to accept it you couldn’t help how your mind raced with anxious thoughts.

Could your brother really be in a cult? Could Sam really be the one to lead and start it? The evidence was a harsh reality, every single person in the group including your brother had cut their long hair short and gotten a matching tattoo, and that had to be something. You decided enough was enough, enough of hearing rumors, enough of your brother ignoring your existence, enough of your parents worrying, and enough of letting your feelings for Sam blind you from the truth.

You have known Sam since childhood. Sam and your brother were close friends, which meant him being around a lot and you two having general knowledge of each other. As the years went on you had developed a small crush on the boy, but you would NEVER tell him or your brother that. You always thought he saw you as his friend's annoying little sister, and he did at least until one day that started changing. It happened slowly, the lingering glances, the protectiveness turning from one of brotherly love to jealousy, the very structure of your dynamic began to change. You decided that you push those feelings down, no matter how strong they were. You couldn't handle the thought of your brother finding out about your feelings for his best friend or even Sam for that matter, you knew he wouldn't approve, and besides the chances of Sam seeing you as anything more than the girl who used to hang out with his cousin and annoy him is very slim.

You were on your way to Sam’s house, you didn’t have a plan and you didn’t even know what you were going to say but you had determination and that was enough for you. You pulled up to Sam’s house and immediately saw multiple guys without their shirts on staring at you, you got out of the car ignoring their gazes. Heading straight for the front door you barged in without knocking.

“B/N?!” you shouted, walking through the house.

You soon realized no one was inside. You ran out of the house, looking around until you saw them. You stormed down the hill towards the woods, where Sam and your brother stood facing the trees talking. When you saw them you couldn’t help the anger that rose in your chest as you got closer and closer.

"HEY!" You yelled to the two boys, who turned their heads to look at you immediately.

You saw the confusion on both of their faces as you continued to stomp towards them. You are soon face to face with your brother, who is looking at you like you've grown two heads. Thats when you started ripping in to him.

"You need to explain everything to me right here, right now. I am tired of hearing that my big brother is now a part of some gang and that Sam Uley is the leader of it. You've ignored me for weeks, cut your hair off, gotten a tattoo. Mom and Dad are worried sick and you couldn't even pick up the damn phone like a man and explain what you've been doing. So I'm here now. Explain, and it better be good because I swear to you B/N I wont sit here and wait for you to pull your head out of your ass and realize all of the damage you've done." You say frustration bleeding from the words. You take a deep breath after the tangent.

Your brother's face shifts from confusion to understanding. He lets out a deep sigh. He was about to start talking but something stopped him. He slowly turned his head towards Sam, who is staring at you now with more intensity than you've ever seen on anyone before. Your brother started switching back and forth between you and Sam, becoming angrier and angrier each time. You were about to tell them to stop staring at you like idiots and tell you what was going on, when suddenly your brother started punching Sam repeatedly.

You stood there in shock. Before your brain could even process what was happening, they were now on the ground throwing punches wherever they could land.

"WHAT THE FUCK?......B/N, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" you exclaim through a scream.

All you can do is stand there and watch as your brother and Sam continue to throw each other around. Until, suddenly they weren't human anymore. They were gigantic wolves. You scream and fall back in shock at the sight of the two wolves, fighting their way into the woods. You sit there staring in shock as they tumble deep into the trees. You sit there for what feels like hours but is more likely a few seconds, now only hearing the sound of snarls and yelps from the distance. You begin to hear running behind you, 4 other wolves the same size jump over your head continuing into the woods. They disappear and you are left sitting, completely alone, and feeling like you are going crazy.

That didn't just happen, right? That was all in my head? What in the ever-living fuck did I just see? Why the hell did my brother start attacking Sam? How could this even be possible?, that's it I am now officially insane. These thoughts run into your head before you hear soft footsteps coming from behind you. A big contrast to the ones you heard just moments before.

"Are you okay, ?" A sweet voice calls out. You turn around to see Emily, Sam's cousin, with a calm but concerned look on her face.

"Did... did you see that?" you say in a wavering tone, barely above a whisper.

She walked over to you and grabbed your hand, helping you up off the ground and softly dusting the dirt off of your back. She always knew how to comfort someone, her presence alone was warm and inviting. You two were closer when you were little, you are still friends but haven't spoken since you started distancing yourself from Sam. You were scared of your feelings for him and the hurt it might cause, so you pushed him away and by default Emily as well.

"Everything is going to be okay, Y/N," she said in a soothing tone, careful to not spook you even more. "Why don't you come with me inside, I'll get you some tea and a blanket and we can talk about it."

She led me up the hill, rubbing a comforting circle into my back. She made me tea and wrapped a blanket around my shoulders. All I could do was stare blankly into the mug, mind running faster than my body could handle, as we sat down she began speaking.

“Your brother is a werewolf, and so is Sam and the rest of the boys,” she said giving a small smile and holding my hand. “I know it doesn’t make sense, and when they get back they can explain it better, but you have to understand he couldn’t tell you. It’s a sacred rule, and Sam enforced it. Alphas orders get obeyed whether they want it or not.” She says scanning my face for my reaction as she continues.

" I do not want to cause you more distress than you've already had today, so I'm going to leave the rest to Sam and B/N," she said smiling softly at me. She took my hand in hers and rubbed it smoothly "Unless you have any questions to ask me"

I looked up at her and shook my head no. I loved Emily but this was all too much, all I had was one question for her.

"I only have one, why did my brother attack Sam like that? It was out of nowhere, I couldn't even react it all happened so fast." I ask with confusion trying to wrap my head around all of this.

She looked at me a bit stunned as if she didn't know that piece of information, and I had just said something totally bizarre.

"He what?" she said stuttering a bit. "Wait B/N attacked Sam? Is that why they shifted? I thought the boys caught a whiff of........ nevermind" she trails off at the end, not meaning to slip up.

"Caught a whiff of what?" I ask staring at her intensely. She looks up at me like a child getting caught doing something wrong by their parents, she avoids my eyes and stands up starting to clean up what I'm assuming was lunch, until the boys were interrupted.

"Of what, Emily" I ask a bit more sternly.

[starlight-archer]

Since AO3 is down, here's my stevetember fic!! (will be up on AO3 too as soon as possible)

The Case of The Not-So-Evil Seagull: Part 1

This was not the first report of 'evil seagulls' in Port Townsend. However, it was the first report of such obvious severity.

It started out simply enough, with a letter from Tragic Mick, who had contacted the Dead Boy Detective Agency in London, via the Ghost Post about the theft of a specific magical item from his shop. An item that could cause quite the calamity in the wrong hands.

“Are we sure we want to go back there after what happened?” Charles asked, full of well-meaning concern.

“It's Mick! We have to go!” Niko protested. “I wouldn't have been able to come back to you guys without the bear totem he gave me.”

“I do believe that Niko is correct in this matter. Mick has asked for our assistance and I think that it is fair to say that we owe him.” Edwin reasoned. “Besides, Esther is gone and therefore cannot hurt any of us anymore.”

“Esther's not who I'm worried about, mate.” Charles pursed his lips in irritation as he remembered that infuriating feline menace. “It's that bloody Cat King.”

“But he helped me and Crystal!” Niko jumped to the cat's defence.

“That's true. He did give us some pretty vital info that helped us figure out how to take Esther down.” Crystal added. “But we don't have to interact with him, especially if he might make you uncomfortable, Edwin.”

“I appreciate that, Crystal, but I assure you there is no need to worry. I parted from the Cat King on good terms. By the end, I believe that we came to understand each other. Besides, I have no reason to think that he would do anything to purposefully hinder us, given that none of us have slighted him as of recent.” Edwin replied, and, as he recalled the way he had kissed the Cat King's cheek, he felt relieved that ghosts lacked in the ability to blush.

“Alright, if you're sure,” Charles reluctantly agreed. “but if he tries any funny business, I won't hesitate to knock his block off.”

“I cannot say I approve of such measures, but I do appreciate the sentiment.” Edwin smiled fondly before turning to Crystal and Niko. “Given our previously successful experimentation with the backpack, I believe it would be more efficient for the two of you to use it so that you might come with Charles and I, via the mirrors.”

Edwin circled the desk and stood, ready, by the mirror.

“Okay, okay, sure, that's great and all, but Niko and I are gonna need to get at least a backpack of clothes together before we go all the way there.” Crystal gestured between the two of them while Niko nodded enthusiastically.

“Fine… just don't take too long.” Edwin sighed.

Having to accommodate the living was still something to get used to after thirty-odd years of just doing everything on a whim. He was getting there. That didn't mean that he wasn't going to complain about it, though.

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When they got to Port Townsend, it was sunny and bright, still in the morning hours of the day. It was one of the more convenient things about the eight-hour time difference; it meant that they had the whole day ahead of them to work this case.

As soon as Crystal and Niko had managed to clamber back out of the backpack, they headed over to Mick's.

When they arrived, the shop was strangely quiet. Cautiously, they shared a look between themselves and stepped inside.

Mick was not in his usual seat behind the counter, so they ventured a little further until a loud crash sounded out from around the corner.

Simultaneously, they hurried to the source of the noise, only to find Mick swinging a broom at a frantically flapping seagull. The bird flapped its wings and tried to land, the space between shelves being too small for it to comfortably fly.

The four of them watched on in mild horror as the bird nipped at Mick's trouser leg, only to get whacked in the side with the broom and sent careening towards them with an indignant squawk.

They stepped back, giving the bird and the frustrated ex-walrus as wide of a berth as they could in the confined space between aisles.

“Get it! Get that evil seagull!” Mick turned about and followed through the gap in the shelves.

The seagull cried out and hobbled towards them, one of its wings visibly injured. It jumped twice and scrambled as it was knocked in the tail feathers again with the broom, and tried to hide behind Edwin and Charles' legs.

“What in the blazes is going on here exactly?” Edwin asked, confused and startled.

“That there is one of those evil seagulls that's been terrorising my shop.” Mick pointed at it in accusation with the broom. “Coming in, flapping around, knocking things over. And, trying to eat my lunch.”

They stared for a moment and the seagull let out a rather pathetic squeaking noise.

“While that is certainly very irritating, what is it about this exactly that warrants our intervention, specifically?” Edwin questioned, slowly, still taking in the situation.

“I already told you. It's an evil seagull.” Mick reiterated.

“Right. Well, I'll just take this little guy outside then.” Charles said, turning to try and scoop the bird up into his arms.

The bird screeched out in pain as pressure was put on its injured wing and it snapped, biting at Charles' fingers with its sharp, yellow beak.

“Oi!” he protested. “I'm just trying to help, mate!”

“I think its wing might be broken.” Niko stepped closer, looking sympathetically at the bird.

“Shit, that looks bad.” Crystal agreed, wincing.

“Hang on a tick.” Charles finally managed to scoop up the seagull and noticed something. “This guy's got pink legs. That's a Herring Gull, right, Edwin? Aren't they usually only in the UK?”

The seagull squawked in what sounded like agreement.

“That's right, Charles. They're endangered, actually, if I am recalling correctly.” Edwin turned to examine the gull himself. “What are you doing so far from home?”

The gull tilted its head, curiously.

“What exactly was the magical item that was stolen from you, Mick?” he turned back to their friend.

“The sheet music that summons evil seagulls.”

“Hang on. Is that the same sheet music that we almost tried to use to make that giant fish go back to sleep?” Crystal wondered, aloud.

“A'yup.” Mick confirmed with a solemn nod. “Good job you didn't, too, or this would have been an even bigger problem.”

“I wonder who would want to summon evil seagulls...” Niko reached out to gently touch the seagull's head. It nipped at her fingers, but with no real intent to cause hurt. “This one seems too nice to be evil.”

“Now don't let it fool you. That thing has been coming in and wrecking my shop daily. For a week.” Mick complained, though he did set his broom aside and take up his usual seat at the till.

“Do you have any idea who might want to do this?”Crystal asked, though she was pretty sure that there was no real point in asking it.

“Not a clue. That's why I called on you. You helped out all those ghosts while you were here and you dealt with those other evil seagulls for one of 'em. Surely this is within your area of business.” Mick looked between them expectantly.

“Of course! We can start right away! Right, guys?” Niko agreed, excitedly.

“Thank you! Thank you all. You can choose an item from my shop as payment, just get rid of those seagulls!” Mick seemed to be caught between relief and concern as he leaned back in his chair.

It had looked for a moment, as though Edwin had been about to object to Niko's eager agreement for the lack of negotiation over a method of payment, but he quickly accepted it at the prospect of being able to pick something out from the vast assortment of magical and enchanted items inside the shop.

“Right. Well. Let us get to work, then.”he said, cornering a glance down at the herring gull- which was looking awfully sorry for itself in Charles' arms – before turning briskly towards the exit.

“Right, we'll get this sorted for you, Mick, don't you worry.” Charles smiled cheerily as he pet the seagull's head with his index finger. “This little guy doesn't seem all that dangerous.”

“Just be careful.” Mick cautioned them, and after all the times he had helped them, they were inclined to listen.

“Sure.” Crystal offered a one-shoulder shrug.

“Don't worry, Mick. We'll be careful!” Niko assured before she hurried after Edwin, shortly followed by Crystal, and Charles (who was still focused on petting the gull and looked as though he may be about to start cooing at it).

Once they were all outside, it occurred to them that they didn't really know what to do with an injured bird.

They could not simply take it to a vet, considering that it was allegedly evil and most likely a magical creature of some sort. Being any kind of magical or supernatural tended to mean that normal doctors and vets, and the like were out of the question.

They also, however, could not spend the entire investigation carrying it around like some sort of handbag. Attempting to place it into the backpack could also result in some undesirable issues, not limited to the action potentially exacerbating the bird's injuries.

“So what do we do with it?” Crystal voiced their collective thoughts.

“We have to help it.” Niko said, sympathetically.

“But how? We don't exactly have access to any supernatural veterinarians, do we?” Crystal snarked, without any real bite.

“Well, as much as I'd love to, I can't really keep carrying him around with me, can I?” Charles agreed, though he looked reluctant to part with the seagull.

“Unfortunately not.” Edwin agreed. “Though I am rather uncertain of what alternatives we have at our disposal.”

Niko gasped. “What about the Cat King?”

“What do you mean?” Crystal immediately questioned.

“He's a magical animal too, right? Maybe he can help!” Niko explained her idea, happily.

Charles visibly recoiled at the plan, he felt a bit bad about his obvious distaste, but said distaste was overruling it.

“Oh, do stop pouting, Charles. Niko is right. He may just be the only one capable of helping us with this specific issue.” Edwin chastised.

He worried for a brief moment over the prospect of seeing the Cat King again, after their parting in the alleyway. He fought a blush at the memory of his bold actions, and at the knowledge that he still possessed the white lily that he had been so thoughtfully gifted. He had pressed and dried the flower in order to preserve it, and it was – at that very moment – sitting in a small frame, atop his desk.

The only person that he had confided in about the flower's origin was Niko, and he had a sneaking suspicion that although her intentions were good, she had another distinct purpose for suggesting that they seek the Cat King's assistance.

Nevertheless, he truly was their best option.

-----

The welcome that awaited them at the entrance to the Imperial Pacific Cannery, was… not in the least bit warm.

A clowder of hissing cats eyed the seagull with varying levels of seething, loathing, and hunger. They could not seem to decide on whether they thought of it as a threat or a snack.

“What the fuck are you doing back here again?” it was the same cat that Edwin had leashed on their first visit. He couldn't say that he blamed it for its disdain.

“We are here to seek an audience with the Cat King. Kindly move aside.” Edwin answered coolly.

“Fuck you!” it sneered. “I've got no idea why the Cat King even likes you.” it complained, but moved aside anyway.

“Thank you.”

Edwin walked past and the others trailed in behind him as he stepped inside the cannery.

As he approached the dais where the Cat King sat in his throne, in his cat form, Edwin could practically sense Charles' want to grab his cricket bat for protection. Such measures would be unnecessary, but he could certainly understand why his inability to access it would cause unrest. It was almost like a comfort item; it made him feel safer.

In a flash, the Cat King vanished, and reappeared in his human form in front of Edwin, running a hand over the lapel of his coat, adjusting it, though he was otherwise keeping a bit more of a respectful distance than he usually maintained.

“Edwin~” he purred. “What a pleasure it is to see you again~”

Edwin straightened up and cleared his throat. “Likewise.”

“Likewise?” Charles' spluttered next to him.

Edwin chose to ignore this.

“So, what brings you to my kingdom? Did you miss me?” the Cat King inquired, stepping a little further into Edwin's space at the positive reception.

“We require your assistance with an evil seagull situation, actually.” Edwin said, gesturing to the bird. “Though, that is not to say that I didn't miss you.” he hastened to add, upon noticing the Cat King's falling expression (which quickly brightened again).

“Oh. Well, since you came all the way here, I suppose I can do a favour for my favourite ghost.” the Cat King smiled and eyed Edwin flirtatiously as he spoke.

“So, if you're done with the foreplay, can you just tell us if this is actually an evil seagull?” Crystal reiterated, growing irritated at the time that they were taking.

“Ugh, you're so impatient.” the Cat King backed up, not bothering to hide his annoyance. “Do you want my help or not?”

“Sorry your highness. Please help us out.” Niko apologised on Crystal's behalf.

The Cat King lost a bit of his bluster at that. He had a soft spot for Niko, seeing as she was one of the only members of their little Scooby Gang that actually showed his position any respect.

“Fine, fine.” he pretended to be put out by it as he turned flippantly to the bird. “It's not an evil seagull, at least not by supernatural standards. It is a supernatural seagull though.”

“It's supernatural?” Charles repeated in question.

“I just said that, didn't I? Keep up.” the Cat King responded sarcastically, rolling his eyes. “Why don't you transform yourself, huh? You think they'll be nicer to you if you keep playing up the whole poor defenceless birdie shtick?” he leaned over so that he was eye-level with the seagull.

The gull wailed loudly in protest.

The Cat King hissed in irritation as his cats scattered and puffed up on high alert. “Shut the fuck up, will you? No one cares! Hurry up and transform already.”

All of a sudden, the bird disappeared inside a thick grey swirl of fog and before any of them could fully comprehend what was happening, it had reappeared in Charles' arms. As a young man.

Charles' immediate response is to push him away and scramble backwards away from him. “What the hell?”

“Don't be like that! I thought we were becoming friends!” the seagull- man- thing whined in what was surprisingly, a British accent.

He was tall (maybe a couple of inches taller than Edwin and Charles) and toned with soft features that were undercut by a sharp jawline. His hair was a riot of grey, wavy curls. His skin was smooth and dark, and his eyes were a piercing yellow, giving away his true nature.

“You did just transform while still being held.” Crystal pointed out.

“My arm is broken.” the Seagull protested. “I could hardly fly down with a broken bloody wing, could I?”

“Oh my god there's two of them.” the Cat King looked exasperatedly between the Seagull and Charles.

“Oi, sod off! No there isn't!” Charles snapped back.

“Why are you so offended? I'm perfectly nice, I'll have you know.” the Seagull pouted.

“Why are you British?” Niko broke the tension with her confusion.

Crystal's eyes widened. “Oh my gosh, Niko, you can't just ask people why they're British.”

“Your friend… Charles… guessed right earlier. I'm a Herring Gull.” he replied with a shrug, carefully guessing Charles' name and hoping he was right. “We're native to the UK and Ireland.”

“What on earth are you doing in Port Townsend, Washington?” Edwin inquired. “A little bit out of your usual migration is it not?” It was easier to ask these questions now that the gull had taken on a human form.

“Is that where I am? Thanks for telling me! You're the first one to bother to tell me anything. I did wonder why everyone here sounded like the TV people.” the seagull smiled widely at Edwin (oh good grief he had dimples). “Last thing I remember, I was flying over Hastings beach looking for anyone eating chips out in the open and the next, I was flying straight into a tree in the middle of an unfamiliar place. My nose still kind of hurts.” He moved his good arm animatedly as he explained it and even made a little 'exploding' motion for flying into the tree.

“I have… so many questions...” Crystal shook her head as she stared, mystified.

“That sounds like it hurt!” Niko sympathised.

“It did!” the seagull agreed. “And now I have a bruised nose and a useless broken arm!” he gestured to the offending limb. “That mean walrus man kept chasing me with his broom. I only went in because I could smell battered cod.”

“Of course you did.” the Cat King looked as though he was finding all of this hysterical. “This is too good.”

“Can you not use your magic to heal your arm?” Edwin asked. He had pulled out his notebook and pen from his breast pocket and was poised at the ready to start documenting any and all information that he could gather.

“Well, I think I can only transform. The only other thing I can do for sure is see ultraviolet light, innit? But all herring gulls can do that, so it's not really special.” the gull answered.

“You think? Can you at least tell us what sort of magical being you are if you are not an evil seagull?” Edwin continued, raising a brow at the gull's uncertainty over his own capabilities.

“Not a clue, mate. Definitely not evil though.” he sniffed. “Any of you got any food? I'm a bit peckish.”

“No...” Crystal replied.

The seagull looked a tad downtrodden at that, the most upset he had been thus far, even when he had been talking about his broken arm, which was still hanging limply by his side.

“Hang on a tick. Rewind a bit. You don't know what you are?” Charles was utterly baffled by the prospect.

“I guess I just never really thought about it.” the gull shrugged again.

Everyone in the room just stared at him for a moment, blinking. Every time he spoke he said something that managed to completely threw them for a loop.

“That's sad.” Niko broke the silence.

“I mean, I don't think so. I don't really think I need to know, you know? I don't know why I exist or what I'm supposed to be, but here I am! I actually think it's pretty cool! I get to be whatever I want.” the seagull grinned again. It was almost rudely charismatic.

Niko smiled happily in response, relieved that being in the dark about his own origins wasn't something that made him feel down.

“Jeez. I can't fucking take this anymore.” the Cat King gestured and in a puff of purple flame, the seagull's arm was secured in a cast and sling.

“Holy crap! Thank you!” the seagull cheered and abruptly drew the Cat King into a crushing hug. “My arm is all fixed! You're the best!”

When he let go, the Cat King stood stock still with a startled expression. He was only snapped out of his stupor by Charles and Crystal's snickering at his expense.

“It is absolutely not fixed. It is still very much broken. It is simply in a cast. Please do refrain from excessive movement if you want it to heal correctly.” Edwin chastised.

“Awww, thanks. You really care a lot don't you? You're so nice! Looking out for me an' all.” the seagull was almost painfully sincere.

They might not have known what the true nature of this seagull-man-thing was, but one thing was for certain.

This was definitely not an evil seagull.

[fluidstatick]

shoutout to third person for making the funniest blooper reels I've ever heard. Every time I see this meme

I read it in Xen, Sara, and Matt's voices simultaneously and sob with laughter.

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[lizlovell]

You're losing me

part 1

part 2

''Stop staring at her,it's creepy''

Pansy rolled her eyes at the blonde.

''It's not creepy,she is my girlfriend'', Draco replied, suprisingly for the first time since class started, ignoring everything else his friends were saying.

Pansy snorted,''Well apparently not''.

''Yeah man,why don't you just go talk to her instead of sending death-glares to everyone sitting next to her''

The words were simply ignored. Draco couldn't help it. He hated seeing her living like her life doesn't revolve around him anymore.

During the exam months before they take a break, all Draco thought about was to get away from you and all the tension built in your relationships. Being too busy under the exam pressure made him think your problems were nothing. He could see how your built up your guards up and how the dry conversations were cut short. He were annoyed that you kept on being strong for both of you although you were hurt. He didn't know how to handle,he couldn't find any word to make the situation better.So he ran away. But now that the exam pressure is gone, he found himself in the worse agnoy. He have to fix this.

...............................

''Y/N wait!''

''Y/N there are flowers for you in front of the common room..again''

''Miss Y/L/N, stop running in the hallway and bumping into everyone!The school is not a playground for Tag''

''Y/N I'm sorry i can't come to the library with you today''

It is an understatement to say the following weeks were funny and eventful for everyone at Hogwarts.They got some free shows to enjoy. It was a strange sight for them at first to see Malfoy trying to chase his former girlfriend. But then they got used to seeing you running in the hallway with Draco trying to catch up, flowers for you in the classes and in front of ur dorm, your friends getting paid to leave you alone, and everyone is just so invested to know what is going to be Draco's next move and how you are going to slip through it,again,some betting it won't last three weeks.

Despite you using all of your effort not to lose the bet and keep ur dignity, there you are again,back up against the walls and embraced in someone's warmth.

The familiar mixed scent of green apple and pine hovers and a wave of nostalgia washed over you with the familiar chest-ache.

There you are again– after nights and nights of crying your eyes out till they were dry– you find yourself pinned under the Draco fucking Malfoy against the cold stone wall of Hogswart .

''Y/N'', he voice cracked out of his throat betraying the tough act he is trying to put on. He just couldn't take it anymore. He can't stand the void that left him with dark circles under his eyes and he refused to believe you are doing well without him.

''Come back to me,love. I know you missed me too''

His eyes do not match the arrogance the words are carrying. You hate yourself for it but that longing gaze filled with sorrow and a tight grip on your waist was all it took to break down the self control you have tried so hard to build around you. He see right through you.

''Didn't you want this Draco, wasn't this what you wanted? away from me'',

''I was scared Y/N, i was so scared that i doubted us. So i ran away like a coward because i didn't know any better..i'm sorry'', he mean every apology he is saying.

''But now i'm scared to live without you, i don't want to be away from you,never again, please love, come back to me''

Your knees are weak and your vision is blurry. You taste something sour, is that a tear, are you crying again? ''Merlin,i'm so damn tired to crying'', you thought.

Soft lips pressed down on yours. You felt your stomach dropped. The taste of fire whiskey and your tears linger on your lips. A few sobs chocked out of you, feelings like you are finally woken up from a nightmare. All these touch and warmth,merlin knows how much you yearned for these. A sharp pain drew some blood from ur lips as if he is letting out all the frustration and finally finding comfort in it. The familiar feeling of belonging and love filled up the void.

''shouldn't have let you go my love''

Students of Hogwarts are going to be happy that they won't have to worry about falling victims to the certain couple's stunts and tantrums .

.....................................

I'm sorry this is rushed and bad but here's the ending >~<

[kesouu]

Blue Star☆｡⁠*✯ﾟ⁠+*⁠.⁠✧

(⁠☆) Narumi Gen x Oc

(｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+ CHAPTER 1 +ﾟ⁠*｡⁠)

(⁠｡⁠•̀✧) FIRST POST IN A WHILE SO WHY NOT MAKE A SERIES??

13 years ago...

A 12 year old Hoshiko stands before a crowd of older boys unconscious on the floor and a boy her age in the center of the chaos.

"Hoy! Your all bruised up!" She yells cupping her hands around her mouth to emphasize her voice "What's it to you?!" The boy yells as he snaps his head in her direction with a scowl on his face which morphs into surprise as the girl walks towards him avoiding from stepping on the boys on the floor to grab the bruised boy's wrist. "Oi?!-" was all the boy could yell before he was being pulled and yelled at "I'm going to patch you up at my house! No complaining!" The girl exclaims.

Narumi, Hoshiko learns, hisses at the antiseptic she dabs on the boy's wounds. The boy was propped up on a counter, his head unfortunately forced by the girl to rest on her palm as he flinched away from the burn of it on his cuts. "You take punches but not betadine?" She laughs as she grabs a plaster to place on his face as she hears him huff in annoyance. "Aren't you that guy who aces all his classes but can't stay unsuspended for the life of him? We go to the same school." Hoshiko says gently placing the plaster on his face caressing it with her thumb to smooth it out. "Yeah, you done yet? If you are, I got a game to finish so-" Narumi was about to jump off the kitchen counter untill Hoshiko stopped him.

"Go to me when you get bruised up again." Hoshiko says sternly holding onto the boy's arm "Thank you so much, mitsuba-san" he says just as sternly until he yells out again "IS WHAT I WOULD SAY IF YOU DIDN'T NAG THE WHOLE TIME?! YOU'RE THE ONE WHO WANTED THIS AND YOUR THE ONE COMPLAININ'?" Narumi yells holding up his middle finger, in retaliation, she holds up her own and argues back "My conscience couldn't walk away when i saw you, okay!? I knew first aid anyway my mom taught me..."

Silence follows the outburst as Narumi scoffs "I don't care about you or your conscience if that's all that made you want to do this. It's just because you want to feel good about yourself..." He lowly says to the girl who's eyes widen at the anger and the twinge of sorrow in his words. "...I've always survived on my own no one has done me any good in this world anyway so leave me alone."

Narumi finally jumps off the counter top but was stopped at the front door yet again "You sure are stubborn." He says, an irk mark appearing on his cheek. "I get that a lot" Hoshiko smirks as she continues "Listen, you say the world hasn't done good for you right? Well let me be the first to give you good, come here whenever you like, let's be friends." The boy infront of her stares in shock and confusion 'Why the hell is this kid doing this..' "You have a wierd way of making friends you know that." The girl nods and moves out of the way of the door "I know, that's all I gotta say so your free to go." Narumi reaches for the doorknob and as he twists it Hoshiko speaks up again "I hope next time you come over it's not after you beat up more random guys alright?"

"Are you kidding me." Hoshiko was out in another one of her afternoon walks to see Narumi beating up another bunch of older boys. 'might as well lessen my job later' she thinks as she digs around in her pocket 'there you are...' she says grabbing her magic stick as she pulls the screw at the end and it extends and she goes to join in on the fight.

"You don't have to do this." Narumi says holding a guy by his hair as he watches Hoshiko hit another with the end of her stick "I don't learn bojutsu to just rot in the dojo you know." She huffs as the last of the group was on the floor to then turn to the boy she was with -

"Guess I'm going to be patching you up again, right?"

"Do whatever you want"

"You don't have to do this." Narumi says for the second time that day "But I want to" the boy who was sat yet again on her counter top furrows his eyebrows in frustration "You'll stop doing it eventually when you don't want to anymore." He says, the boy feels a slight pang in his chest at his comment "Nah I could get used to this I like patching you up now, you are my friend now, right?" Narumi stares at her as she smoothens the plaster on his cheek again with her thumb "You were serious about that?" And the girl hums as she began to clean up the mess she made.

"I better not catch you in a fight again, sheesh are you like a gangster or something? So many people have some sort of grudge on you. Its the weekend and all you've been up to is being ganged up on??" She says bewildered "Not my fault they don't mind their own business." The boy looks away his bangs covering his eyes Hoshiko then brightens up at the sight "I'll be right back!" She says before disappearing up the stairs leaving Narumi in the kitchen, from his position he can clearly see the living room so curiosity takes over him as he jumps off the counter to explore the room.

'Theres only older pictures of them together' Narumi thought as he stared at the family pictures on the wall 'they have a huge tv and a console too, might stay here a while then' crouching down to look at the console connected to the tv as he heard footsteps going down the stairs "Got you something!" Hoshiko says hiding an object in her hands as she descends the stairs "Look!" She stands beside Narumi to show him multiple clips shaped like stars "I am NOT wearing those." He glares at her as she laughs "Come on! It's to get your hair out of your face!" She whines as she tries to put it in his hair "No way! I like my hair like this!" He yells trying to push her hands away "Just this once!!"

The couch cushions were all over the living room, pictures were now hanging crookedly on the wall, coffee table not in the same position it was in before from the wrestling the two children did as Narumi sits with a scowl on his face as he plays with Hoshiko on her console with an assortment of different colored star clips in his hair "They look good on you" Hoshiko snickers without looking away from the screen "Shut up." The boy says as he glares at the tv in frustration "How are you so good at this!" he complains as the girl laughs "You're just ass at it thats why." she says beating Narumi in a match for the 3rd time "Forget it! I'm going home!" He says slamming the controller on the coffee table "No you aren't! You're helping me clean the mess we made!" The boy grows an irk mark at the girl's demand "Why should I clean?! You started it?!" He yells pointing a finger at the girl "You were the one who started throwing pillows!" She argues back.

"That was harder than I thought..." Hoshiko says looking at the living room they just cleaned "I would have been home by now fighting the final boss of my game." Narumi crosses his arms as he stands beside her "Well you're free to go home now." The girl says looking at the boy beside her as they walk to the door. "Did you have fun?" She says teasingly to Narumi's displeasure "...It was ok" he rolls his eyes and continues "Do I really have to keep these on?!" He says angrily and Hoshiko laughs at his frustration "Duh! I have loads of those things so its fine if you keep them." Narumi huffs out a breath and turns his back to the girl "Fine, I'm going home" he says as he walks away from the door raising his hand to wave "Bye! Get home safe!" The girl yells. On his way back to the orphanage Narumi feels a tingle in his chest 'The world is finally showing me some good huh?'

-☆☆

[princesschimchim1325]

Love for Geppie?????? Thank God, he deserves that love!!!

I'm here to drop off like a thought/cute headcanon of like my fave trope ever!

Gepard usually stays in the frontlines, usually taking in all the damage and aggro for his soldiers (I know that's his role even in game/being the tank and all but every time he gets hit and he like screams I wince hhhh) so imagine a reader who is in charge of like taking care of the wounded soldiers so she's had more than enough times dealt with Gepard (so she knows him but he doesn't quite know her yet) already.

One day, the camp had been ambushed by a bunch of Fragmentum monsters and the main force is too busy with the Frontlines so reader here, despite being a healer, had to step up as technically the only one at that time who walked a Path and can heal whoever is left to be able to fight back and give the wounded time to escape. Gepard manages to make it back in time and give enough support so they all make it out. But he was already so wounded so reader takes special care of the Captain.

By the time he wakes up, reader has been in charge of his health exclusively, being the one to nurse him back to help (partially in thanks for saving her but also because she felt the most responsible for some of his aggravated wounds) and the way she treats him slowly has him go head over heels for her. Even after she no longer needed to take care of him extensively, Gepard finds himself spending his excess free time by her tent, just chatting and getting to know her better.

By the time he realizes that he has fallen in love with his caretaker, they were very close friends and he's gotten to know her a lot.

(Yes I'm a sucker for the Florence Nightingale effect/trope and yes I will die on a hill putting this trope on my fave charas and reader asdfjgktiejdkdo)

You're right and u should say it. I noticed that Geppie def doesnt get as much attention and love as much as the other guys 😔 I love the other guys too but Geppie is my number one in HSR.

I actually have an oc who hails from a diff world and is part of the express and she was once a nurse during the war in her world. So this ask is sooo perfect xksksksml this is too perfect I'm def making a one shot about this fr

The nurse/healer x injured warrior/soldier trope will forever be dear to me, like it is sooo romantic and sweet. Fr, Gepard is a wholeass unit and tank of a man xjnskwmskw

But every now and then, a shield becomes a bit too chipped to ignore and this is very true to Gepard whenever he becomes injured. Ohh yes the capable healer being the only fighter in a camp and then Gepard bulldozing in like the knight in shining armor he is despite being injured himself is just 👌 and then he just passes out in healer reader's arms nnggg

Him being naked from the waist up and waking up to reader's tiddies right up his face bc she's wrapping bandages around him and he just splutters, not knowing where he can look 😭

This became a normal occurence in the duration she nursed him back to health bc of his injuries, like the areas he cant reach like his back, needed to be tended by a professional.

Him noticing the difference in their hands 😭 his are scarred and calloused while hers are soft and dextrous 🥺

And when he's fully recovered, he still goes to her, making an excuse that it's for check ups until there's no more excuses, they just spend time together and he always looks forward to their tea time, and she does too. She's always flustered and smiley whenever her favorite patient is around.

They're idiots in love and everybody in the camp knows it, except the two people who are in love 💀

But, at one point, nightingale reader works herself to the bone to the point of collapsing and when Gepard hears of it, he rushes to her, for once letting his men take care of the frontlines.

And this time, when she wakes up, he's right next to her, holding her hand. She gets a scolding from him and when she objects that he often overworks himself too, he gets frustrated and he just pulls her for a kiss 😩

I could go on about Nightingale reader and Gepard but I'll just have to save that for the oneshot 😏

[stvrlvr]

Love and Lies ¡!

﹒⟡﹒Pairing: Bf!San x fem!reader

﹒⟡﹒Genre: Angst, Slightly Suggestive

﹒⟡﹒Word Count: 904

﹒⟡﹒Warnings: San is in the Mafia, anxiety, terrible communication, cursing, they don't really solve their issues (please talk things out irl), it gets suggestive at the end. (lmk if I missed anything)

﹒⟡﹒A/N: I'm going to a hell of a writer's block so I apologise if this isn't good <3

(requested)

Soft and calming moonlight seeping in from the barely closed curtain along with the calming rain hitting over the house was the complete opposite of what was running through your mind.

The television was the only sound as you were too consumed in your own thoughts, sitting by the window. Each passing minute echoed with unanswered questions, pure worry painting your features. Even the clock seemed to be mocking you, ticking away as you waited for your boyfriend’s arrival.

3:00 a.m. hit and there wasn’t any sign of San being even close to home, you wanted to go to sleep, forget about this, pretend you didn’t care, unfortunately, you couldn’t. You reached for your phone once again, its screen flashing your loving wallpaper of him and you, the happy memory washing away as there were no notifications or phone calls.

Your eyes began to grow heavy as another hour elapsed, however, the anxiety kept you awake. You were tired, mad, worried, confused, scared, furious. He was making you feel every single emotion without even being here. How could he have such a hold on you?

The sound of the lock being opened snapped you out of your catastrophic thoughts. San entered, taking off his shoes and locking the door behind him, not noticing you were still awake.

“What the fuck?” You said into the dark house, startling him.

“Woah, Y/N. You scared me” He softly said with a light chuckle.

“Me? I scared you?” You said in a stronger voice. Was he so incredibly clueless? “I’ve been worried sick about you. Why couldn’t you tell me you were arriving this late? Why couldn’t you return my calls? Why, San?”

He was shocked at your harsh tone, like a deer caught in headlights he stepped back slightly and sighed. “Don’t worry about it, I’m sorry.” He tried to lean in and kiss your forehead but you pushed him away.

“Don’t. Where were you?” You just wanted to know what the hell was your boyfriend doing at these ungodly hours, you could be happy to hear anything as long as it wasn’t that one thing.

“It’s complicated, okay? We’ll talk about this tomorrow, love” He carried out the same calm tone.

“No. We will talk about this right now. You can’t possibly expect me to act normal after you practically disappeared for the last 6 hours” You were enraged, his ambiguity only adding to the fire.

Okay, he was also getting mad now, your constant yelling stressing him out of his mind. “You don’t want to know, princess”

“I do want to know. Just tell me” You stepped closer, he was driving you closer to the edge and so were you.

“I said, you don’t want to know. That is a no. Final answer” He started walking towards your bedroom, being done for the night. “Fucking god! Would it kill you to tell me the truth for once?” You followed him into the dark room, stopping abruptly as you entered.

Now that he had removed his coat you saw his blood splashed shirt, then he started to remove his tie “San? What happened? Is that-”

“Blood. It’s blood, it isn’t mine” He stated. Oh, it was that one thing.

You were flabbergasted. Why had he gone behind your back to do the thing he promised not to do? On top of that, he thought you wouldn’t even notice. “See? It’s complicated.” He spat back now that you were finally quiet.

“Choi San, you better tell me why the fuck did you go on another mission.” You said in a cold tone, being way too mad that you were becoming numb.

“It would just put you in danger” He continued getting ready to go to sleep as you stood there with your crossed arms, waiting for your answer.

“I don’t care, San! I don’t care if it ‘puts me in danger’. That wasn’t my question.” Frustration continued pooling deeper inside of you.

“Calm down, okay?” He was annoyed at your extreme reaction.

“I won’t calm down until you tell me” You sat down on the bed, crossing your legs and looked at him waiting for your answer. You already knew he went back to Ateez, but you needed to hear him say it.

“I know I told you I wouldn’t, but they needed me” He had admitted what you had been longing for all night.

“Was it that hard?” You sighed out tiredly. “You’re not mad?” He asked in a confused tone. “Oh, I am but not because you went back to Ateez. I am because you didn’t fucking tell me”

“I’m sorry” He leaned in to kiss you, you wanted to pull back and continue yelling at him but your body betrayed you. You returned the kiss, a little more passionately that you would’ve liked.

He lowly chuckled at your sudden passion. “Oh? Someone’s no longer mad” His hands moved to rest to your hips. “You can’t just kiss me and assume I won’t like it. We’ll talk about this in the morning.” The kiss had blurred the lines between anger and desire.

Gently, he pushed you back into the bed, kissing you and whispering sweet ‘sorrys’ in between. “I’m still furious but you know that fucking shirt makes me weak and I never knew blood could look so good on someone”

“Oh, princess. You’re in for a long night”

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[jaimexbrienne-fic-finder]

Christmas Fics

Christmas Season starts after Halloween I think, so I was in the mood for nice Christmas stories and made a list for everyone feeling the same!

As the popular saying goes I suck at summaries, so they are straight from the author on AO3.

a winter's tale by SeeThemFlying All in all, it is the perfect Sevenmas... except for one small detail. Jaime isn't here. (Until he is).

A Date For Sevenmas by majoris When Brienne grabbed the first man standing near her in the crowd of people to convince Hyle that she actually did have a date she expected it to be one of her friends and not Jaime Lannister of all people.

From Us to You by ddagent Jaime and Brienne accidentally send out a couple's Sevenmas card.

I Don't Want to Toe the Line by everydayescapeartist Jaime and Brienne share a lot over the years, growing up the children of parents who are the best of friends. There’s something Jaime realizes they have yet to share and he’s hoping this year’s holiday party will be their best one yet. (Also known as that cheesy JB mistletoe fic you didn’t really ask for but I felt compelled to write anyway. Cheers!)

The Perfect Gift by sea_spirit Sansa and Brienne shop for the perfect gift. Later, when Brienne and Jaime exchange presents, things don't go exactly as planned.

Traditional knitwear of Tarth by tall_wolf_of_tarth Brienne moves to Winterfell and starts to knit. Jaime Lannister is cold and no one knits for him. Lots of knitting references and fluff.

I Light A Candle To Our Love by theworldunseen Jaime is in love with his best friend Brienne, and he thinks she might feel the same way, but something is holding her back.

That something? Her dad is Santa Claus.

The Gift by Lady_in_Red Brienne finds the perfect gift for Jaime but worries that it reveals too much about her feelings for him.

All Brienne Wants for Sevenmas by ikkiM Brienne Tarth is convinced no one ever looks at her Sevenmas list for the office gift exchange.

Helpful, Friendly, Courteous, and Kind by EllisJay Jaime is in love with his best friend, Brienne, and has plans to tell her….one day. Eventually. Definitely in the next year for sure. He's nearly 100% sure of that, or maybe 80% sure. A spur-of-the-moment Christmas gift bumps up his timeline considerably.

Santa baby by sdwolfpup Brienne tells Santa what she really wants for Christmas. Can he work a little Christmas magic to get it for her?

Twelve Days by Lady_in_Red Most people just buy liquor or silly socks for an office holiday gift exchange. Brienne's gifter is going way overboard. She'd love to tell them to stop, if only she knew who they were.

Merry Christmas, I'm Yours by theworldunseen Single dad Jaime Lannister loves three things the most: his daughter Myrcella, coffee, and his best friend Brienne Tarth. Also Pop Tarts. So, four things. Now that curmudgeonly diner owner Brienne is single, will he make a move this Christmas season?

A gender-flipped Gilmore Girls AU with little plot, lots of fluff, and bonus smut at the end!

Brienne and the Christmas Calendar by angel_deux Brienne writes scripts for a television network that exclusively produces shitty romance movies. That's not the ONLY reason she hates the Christmas season, but it's a pretty big part of it. Her roommate and best friend Jaime, on the other hand, is filled to the brim with holiday cheer.

Or: Jaime does the whole Christmas Advent Calendar thing, and Brienne is oblivious.

Christmas Lights by theworldunseen It's Christmas time again, and Brienne really misses her best friend and former roommate, Jaime. She misses him so much, she even decorates for Christmas, despite her well-known hatred of the holiday. All she can do is put up Christmas lights and hope the love of her life might come home.

Jaime Lannister: Christmas Miracle by LeoSapphirus Brienne breaks her leg before the holidays and is forced to cancel her plans. She expects to spend Christmas alone. Jaime isn't having any of that.

Office Christmas Party by LSquaredSTL Brienne is frustrated - her job is keeping her from going home for the holidays and she can't stand her co-worker, Jaime. The office Christmas party changes everything.

you'd better not pout! by slipsthrufingers Office Christmas means one thing and one thing only: Secret Santa. Five times Brienne Tarth was disappointed by the office Secret Santa and one time she wasn't.

[gurugirl]

what about.. a babysitter thing?

like harry is this very handsome, lovely and sweet husband. his wife is currently out of town for a business meeting and harry himself has to work longer. therefore you as babysitter step in and help out. well you had always had a thing for her husband and when he came home you seduced him. let's just say he was kinda nerdy and insecure at first but his frust of not being sexually satisfied took over and he gave in. 🤭 well sorry but i just have a thing for seducing him..like really making it hard for him. 🤤 (sorry i'm ovulating)

OH SPICY MESSY ANGSTY 😈

I love a good seductress / corruption fic. Adding this idea to the drafts!

Thank you anon!

xoxo

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Getting the Signature

Sayako's first appearance.

So Cye isn't "legal" yet in the eyes of Japan. (Don't ask him, you'll just piss him off. He's like 2 years away. I was searching legal age or something for insurance for all of this and it said 20 yrs? so I ran with it. Yes I dug into legal documents because I became curious for real. XD). But because of this he can't just have procedures done without parental approval. Or so I made it. SO. Sayako has to get their mother to sign something and it just goes down hill from there.

(I read something like it about it or something but then I just made it worse and made it fit for me. I highly doubt it works like this.)

"Sayako, any word? The doctor really needs to get that bloodwork done tomorrow." Sage explained as he moved about the small apartment kitchen making dinner. He sighs as he chops the vegetables up scooping them into the big pot on the stove. "Cye needs to get this done."

"I haven't heard anything from my mother. I was hoping no new was good news." She groans frustrated. "I'll go visit her myself. How is he today?"

"About "normal"." The blonde glanced over his shoulder at hearing Rowen call Cye's name followed by a heavy thunk. "…I think he just fainted again, hang on." He wipes his hands on his apron then hurries into the other room, phone still against his ear. "Rowen? Is everything ok?"

Rowen looks up as he eases their unconscious friend to the ground leaning him back against the wall. He pants giving a thumbs up, "A-As okay as it can be."

"Sage? Is he okay!?"

He tilts his head, "..is that Say?"

"Sayako, it's okay. He just fainted. Rowen caught him before he hit the ground." Sage explained as he kneels down beside the two of them. "No, he's still out I'm afraid."

"I'm going to head to my mothers house now. It'll take me 20 minutes to get there. If she says no to this I don't know where else to go." She sighs heavily into the phone. Sage can hear the jingling of keys and wallet. "Since he's not legal in Japan yet, he has to have two guardians sign for tests like these."

"I know… go try. I'll see what I can find out. My family helps run a few hospitals. There has to be a way to get a patient help when their loved ones refuse."

"Thank you. I-I'll call later. Hopefully I can talk to him when I do." She asks hopefully before hanging up.

Sage hangs up on his end before standing back up. "I don't know Rowen… we're running out of options here."

"Runnin' out of options for what? We can't just stop here. Cye needs help. This is his fifth time fainting in an hour. AN HOUR."

"F-Fifth?"

"Yeah. The one before this one he didn't feel weird or anythin' and just went down on me. This time he was able to tell me he felt woozy." Rowen explains shrugging. "Each time I feel like we're gettin' somewhere, we go backwards."

"What can we do if his mother won't sign off on it? Since she's still alive, she has to do it."

Rowen sits back, one of his hands holding Cye's head up by his forehead, "I dunno…. Wait. There is something we can do. I don't know what it's called here. When I was a kid, in America, my parents weren't really in the picture. I was raised by two nice cops and their families… he had to get a special kind of guardianship to make sure I was taken care of. Someone else in his family would need to be there on top of Sayako to approve it."

"Are you sure?"

"I mean, Sage, I was 8. But I remember a lot of conversations about it.. Now that I'm older, I think it's used for kids whose parents don't really care about them, ya now?"

"I hate to say it but Cye's mother is getting pretty close." Sage sighs shaking as his head. "I need to go back and finish dinner. Can you take care of the rest?"

"Yeah, we should be fine." A groan is heard as the other wakes up moving slightly. Strata smiles as Torrent starts to move. "There we go. Welcome back, buddy."

*~*

Sayako knocks on the door repeatedly, "Mother, open the door! I know you're there. You can't ignore me forever." She groaned loudly frustrated with it all. Why would she just sign the damn papers?

At getting no response she undoes her purse and finds her key. A small ceramic fish dangled off it, Cye had made it for her years ago. She pulls the door to the side opening it, "I'm coming in." She shouts as she steps inside kicking her pumps off.

She stops seeing a blinking light by the phone. "Are you kidding me?" There were 21 missed calls and messages that her mother had yet to listen too.

She looks around the two main rooms in the traditional Japanese home not finding anything. It was hot in here, almost hotter than the air outside. She reaches into her pocket pulling out a hair tie before pulling her red hair back into a ponytail. "Damn it, mother.." She mutters to herself as she walks over to the one of the larger rooms and pulls the side door all the way open to let the summer air in. She bends down and turns on one of the fans as well before heading deeper into the house.

"Mom?" She calls again, her frustration starting to turn to worry. "Don't tell me she's down at the kiln again."

She checks the masterbed room on the first floor finding it empty as well. After opening up the side wall she makes her way down to the kitchen.

She stopped at the main sitting room and made her way over to her father's picture. She knelt down in front of it, lighting the candles on either side giving him her respects. "Papa, give me strength to handle her crazy. She's lost her mind again and this time it's over Cye."

She started to explain more when she heard a some liquid splashing. She stands up and hurries into the kitchen. The light was on but no one was there. On the stove was a boiling over tea kettle. She hurries over picking up a towel and pulls the lid off so it can stop bubbling them moves it off the burner turning it off.

She turned and saw her mother's work shoes were gone.

She was at the kiln.

She sighs and steps into a pair of her brothers worn rainboots by the side of the back door before hurrying down the worn pathway that lead to their kiln where they made their clay pots. "Mother?" She calls out.

"Oh Sayako, you decided to visit. I didn't hear you."

"Really? You didn't hear me?" She pants leaning against the doorway. "And why is the house so hot? You know you have to air it out during the summer!"

"Well you know how weak I am. Those doors are just too heavy for me." The woman says not lifting her eyes from the piece she was making.

"Too weak to slide open doors but strong enough to do this?"

"That's no way to speak to your sick mother."

Sayako rolls her eyes, "Yes mother, I apologize."

"To what do I owe the visit of my daughter tonight?" The older woman finally lifts her gaze, her hands moving the clay as they had done numerous times over the past decades. She didn't need to watch what she was doing, she knew it by heart. "Are you finally here to have dinner with me?"

"I visit every Monday and Friday. I was just here yesterday. We had dinner, remember?"

"Oh yes.. Forgive me. My memory isn't what it used to be."

Sayako's eyes darkened, "Quit the BS, mom. Have you checked your fax machine? I sent some papers over. And what of your phone and the numerous messages I left? This isn't a joke! Cye needs more blood work, he can't wait any longer."

"I don't know what's gotten into that boy. When he lived at home he never went to the doctor this much." She shakes her head sadly. "I knew living away from home was bad for his health."

"So you haven't even looked at it."

"What is it now? He's always needing something signed. He was never this dramatic when he lived at home." Their mother sits back and gently picks up the cup she had made carrying it over and setting it beside the others she had made that night.

"You think he's doing this to be dramatic? Mom, he's SICK. He's trying to figure out what's wrong with him. The doctors are leaning towards what you have."

The woman shakes her head getting to her feet. She leans on a decorative cane limping past her daughter.

"Why are you shaking your head? Don't tell me you're still in denial?"

"My youngest child is not a female. He was born a male. Men can not have POTS. It's a blood pressure disorder that targets females only."

"Mother, that's not true!" Sayako calls frustrated as she follows her back down the path towards the house. "Why are you doing this?! Why are you hurting him like this? Is it because he couldn't save Papa?"

The other turned around growling angerily, "Your father would be ashamed of what he's turned into."

"W-What he's turned into!? Mom he saved the world, TWICE. What more do you want from him!? He does all he can to please you and to help you around here and all you do is berate him until he leaves."

"He hasn't visited in well over a year."

"There are two very good reasons for that. First, I won't let him visit you unless I'm there as well. Second, he's sick! He can't travel right now."

"If he's so sick how is he getting to the doctor?"

"Two of his close friends are living with him currently: Sage and Rowen. They are helping him until he can figure out what's going on." She explained. "I told you this a month ago."

"I see. He can't even care for himself. Pathetic."

Sayako heaves a heavy sigh realizing she's not going to get anywhere. "Sign the papers." She stomps down the hallway to the fax machine and back to her. She slams them onto the table along with a pen. "Just sign them. Then we'll leave you alone."

"I'm just not sure if this is in his best interest."

She was seeing red. Her blood pressure was rising. She shook her head taking a few deep breaths. She needed to do this for her little brother. She had to grin and bear it.

"Mother, this is in his best interest. They need to do bloodwork, so they can figure out what's wrong with him. He's fainting several times a day and if Sage and Rowen weren't there, he could have seriously injured himself by now. Please. Sign the papers."

"And what of these "friends", are you sure they are polite enough? Good for him? What if they are causing it? Not to mention, I haven't seen him for myself. What if he's faking it."

Something snapped inside of Sayako as she twirled around, her green eyes on fire. She dropped the proper japanese house wife and spoke in her english voice. Her accent heavy.

"You're not getting near Cye while I have a say, you hear me? The last thing he needs is you nagging him and putting him down over every bloody little thing. His friends are the best thing he has right now." She bends down in front the other woman's gaze pushing the paper towards her. "Sign. It. Or I won't visit for dinner until you do."

"Sayako, how dare you say such a -"

"Sign. It."

The older woman scoffed insulted as she quickly scratched out her name with the pen before pushing the paper towards her glaring. "I thought I bred that awful accent and attidude out of you."

Sayako took the papers stacking them and checking that they were correct before she looks up grinning evily, "You can't breed something out of me that YOU gave me, mother. You forget, you're from England. Father is from Japan. You're not better than any of us so drop the high and mighty act.

She then turns on her heels and pulls out a cell phone from her pocket book. Her mother watched horrified, "Where did you get such a thing?!"

"___ gave it to me. It's so we can keep in touch while he's out at sea and for things like this." She dials the number on the phone before holding it on her ear heading towards the front door. "Sage? Yeah, I got it. Finally. I'm going to bring them over myself. It'll be a few hours. Is that okay?" She stops pulling her pumps on before she sighs, "Yeah.. I'm fine. I just… I need to see my brother for myself."

"Sayako, don't you run out on me! I need your help!"

She ignores her mother's voice as she walks out of the house to the car that was waiting on the side of the road. She didn't look back as she drove off.

*~*

Rowen startles awake at hearing a knock on the door. He sits up slightly looking around for Sage. Cye was curled up against him and he didn't want to wake him. "Sage?"

The blonde was probably back in the bedroom putting some clothes up.

He sighs looking down at the smaller one who looked content for once. "COME IN. IT'S OPEN!"

He heard the door open and turns to see who it is. His eyes widen as Cye's sister comes in, "Sayako? What are you?"

She looked to be frustrated and half angry as she stepped out of her shoes making her way to the sitting room. Her red hair and green eyes were identical to her brother's but she was taller and had more of their father (according to Cye) on her features. While Cye looked more european, she looked more Japanese. 

"A-Are you ok? I'm sorry, I couldn't answer the door… h-he's finally comfortable and sleeping." He stumbled over himself, his body always confused when he saw her.

She takes a deep breath before looking down to where the bearer of Strata was sitting. Beside him on the sofa was her little brother curled up on his side hugging a well worn stuffed whale. She sighs before walking over and kneeling in front of them. She reaches out gently placing her head on his head smiling, "….he still sleeps with Suki."

"Suki..? Oh, yeah the whale… he won't out right ask for it but when he feels crappy, he'll take it." The other explained.

Her hand moved from her brother's hair down his cheek, "I-I'm sorry Cye that mother is such a… such a…" She couldn't bring herself to say it out loud. "Rowen, there has to be another way to do this. I-I can't keep doing this. The things she says about him, like he's not her son….I can't take it anymore."

"S-Sayako.."

She stops and lowers her gaze watching her brother wake up. She wipes her eyes forcing the best smile she could, "Hey there!"

"What are you… are you doing here?"

She was unable to respond at first, a shiver runs through her, her brother's usually bright green eyes were dull and unfocused. They were only made worse by the dark circles under his eyes and his pale flushed skin. He was still her brother but only a shell of his usual self. He'd lost so much weight and looked almost lifeless.

She was scared. 

She swallows her fear and forces another smile before reaching out to ruffle his hair gently, "I figured I'd come visit my favoritest brother ever and see how he was doing."

"I-I'm your only brother.." He sits up unsteadily wavering a bit. He hunches over, his hands going to his eyes.

"Cye? You ok?" Rowen asks worried.

"Just dizzy…"

"I got mom to sign the papers, so you can get these tests done, ok?"

"You what?" He startles slightly as arms wrap around him into a hug. He feels her face bury itself into his shoulder, her own shoulders shaking. He reaches up and hugs her back as best he can, "S-Say.. Are you ok?"

"I-I'm alright…" She pulls back slightly. "Just really worried about you. Are you eating?"

"Kind of." Rowen responds. "Unforuatnely most of what he eats comes back up. We're still trying to find food that he can keep down."

"W-What..?"

"Yeah. Sage has been working tiredlessly trying to find some good recipes. Right Cye?" He glances down and watches as Cye goes limp falling into his sister. They both fall back onto the ground. "Oh geez! H-Hang on! I've got him."

"No." She whispers hugging her brother to her chest. She shifts slightly before supporting his head on her shoulder. "I-I've got him. I-It's ok little brother.. You're going to be okay." A few tears started to roll down her cheeks as she held him unable to look Rowen in the eyes. "We're not giving up on you, Cye. So you can't give into …whatever this is, you hear me?"

Rowen kneels beside her and smiles sadly, "He'll be okay. He just fainted. Sadly, this is his new normal. Just have to let him come back." He sighs. "I'm sorry you had to hear your mother say those things just to get a signature."

"S-She can say what she wants about me but when she starts putting him down and telling herself lies that she believes… it's just…" She shakes her head hugging him tighter. "I can't bear it. His entire life, he's done nothing but try to please her and be the best son he could. He was the apple of her eye until our father passed away…" Her eyes darken as she bites her lip sniffling. "…t-then it all changed. He could do nothing right. Just his existence made her mad. The way she treated him a-and what she said to him… he never once shouted back at her. I used to hate him for that. I hated how calm he always was, always smiling, always taking it in and never giving it back… now I know he knew there was nothing he could say o-or do to make her love him again."

The other sits down nodding as the other breaks down. He's unsure how to help. Then he smiles, "Sage is calling his uncle. In fact that maybe what he's doing right now. His uncle owns one of the largest hospitals in Japan. If anyone knows how to get around this legal mess with your mom, he will."

Inside he was livid. He had no idea it was THAT bad at home. He had to keep a straight face though, it would do no good to freak out with her. He reaches forward and feels Cye's pulse sighing with relief, "He'll be waking up soon. Here, if ya don't mind, I'll take him and we'll sit him up, see if that helps any."

"…how do you do this?" She starts relucantly handing her brother off to him. She watches as he's gently sat up agaisnt the couch and his head held up by Rowen's hand. "I-I couldn't bear to see him go through this so many times."

"You just learn to live with it. It's not easy. It scares me each time it happens b-but as long as I'm there when he wakes up, he won't be as scared and he won't panic."

"He's lucky he has such good friends."

This time his grins, "We try." He shifts his gaze to the youngest warrior at hearing a groggy moan. "Welcome back, buddy. You were out for awhile. Just take your time comin' back. Sayako is here. She came to drop off some papers. You fainted on her."

Sayako swallows her nerves and crawls over sitting in front of her brother. She smiles getting into his field of vision. "I just came to make sure you were ok."

"…Say…" Cye looks around groggily as his living room starts to come into focus. He turns and sees Rowen smiling down at them then finally his sister's face appearing in his vision.  "I-I'm sorry… I-I don't remember-"

"No, don't be sorry, Cye. It's okay." She reassures him holding his hands.

"Did someone offer you something to eat o-or a drink…?"

She blinks then smiles laughing. She wipes a tear away relaxing.

"W-What? It's not that funny…i-its bloody rude. Rowen did you not ask her?"

She leans forward and hugs him giggling. "No, it's ok. I don't need a drink. I declined his offer." She lied hoping to get Rowen out of trouble, he was just starting at the two of them a bit dumbfounded. "I just came to visit and make sure you're doing alright."

She pulls back looking him over forcing another smile.

He tilts his head seeing through her lies, "What are you really doing here?" He looks down and sees her bag, their house key was nearly falling out of it, the fish charm he had made her dangling heavily on the side threatening to fall onto the floor. "You went back home."

Her eyes glance over to where his eyes are looking and sees the key. "…I had too. Sage and Rowen were telling me you need some blood work done as soon as possible. Mom wouldn't sign the papers, so, I went over there to force her."

"F-Force her? She…She still doesn't believe me does she?"

Sayako looks to Rowen sadly before looking to her brother shaking her head, "I'm sorry, Cye… s-she's adament that you don't have it."

"…oh." He hung his head trying not feel anything from it. He knew this. He didn't expect anything different and yet it still hurt. He startles feeling a hand on his head and lifts his gaze to see Rowen.

"You ok, buddy?"

"What? …oh. Yes, of course." He forces a smile but is unable to hide the hurt in his voice. "Thank you for going over there and getting it signed. O-Only two years left then….then it won't matter anymore."

Sayako gives Rowen a look that said what Cye wasn't. It was really hurting him inside. She leans forward and hugs him gently. "Any time, little brother."

"Sayako?"

Everyone looked up to see Sage coming out of the bedroom a pad of paper in his hands. She smiles and gets to her feet walking over to him, "Nice to finally meet you! I've met Rowen a few times."

"Like wise."

Sayako bowed in front of him, "T-Thank you for taking care of my brother. Both of you."

"Woah.. No need for that…we're his friends. Of course we're going to help." He looks past her seeing Cye was wavering again. "Cye, are you ok?"

"…yes.. Just tired."

"Can you use Halo?" Rowen asks curiously. "I'm wondering if I just need to put him to bed. He's been fainting a lot and then falling asleep, it's a never ending cycle."

"No. I'm alright. Sayako is here a-and I don't need to go to bed."

Sage walks over and kneels in front of the youngest warrior watching worried as the tired green eyes come and go out of focus every few seconds. He closes his eyes and concentrates, he and Cye both glowing green.

Sayako watches wide eyed, "W-What the.."

"You're exhausted, Cye. It would be best if you went to bed. I'm afraid no amount of food or drink will help anymore tonight and your fainting spells will become more frequent the longer you wait." The blonde explains smiling sadly. "You would do better if you went on and crashed."

"Don't worry, Cye. I won't stay much longer. You need to go rest." She walks over and sees the well worn stuffed whale on the couch. She picks it up remembering what Rowen said. "H-Here, you can take Suki and go curl up."

She expected to get a resounding no. After all a grown man didn't sleep with a stuffed well, especially one who saved the world or something like that, he would say.

This time her heart sank a bit as he wordlessly took the stuffed animal hugging it to his side.

Rowen sees the look in her eyes and smiles down at Cye, "Come on. Let's get you to your feet. I'll go help ya get dressed. You can say good night to your sister then we'll get the bed all warm and comfy."

Cye nods sighing as he gives in. Sage wasn't lying. He was exhausted. It was hard to keep his eyes open as it was.

"Sage, you wanna give us a hand? Stay back Say. Let us get him up." Rowen explained as he helped Cye get to his knees. He kept both hands on the smaller waist as Sage walked over and pulled Cye up slowly by his arms. "Breathe through your nose, Cye. Slowly. Slowly.."

Sage concentrates watching the youngest warrior's face for any clues that they had moved too fast. "That's it." He staggers slightly catching the other's weight completely as he stumbled. "Deep breath, Cye. You can do it. Remember what the doctor said? Take it slow."

Sayako didn't realize she was holding her breath until her brother made it to his feet and she exhaled. She sees his favorite hoodie laying on the back fo the couch and goes to pick it up, "Here. You can wear this tonight. It's your favorite." She smiles relieved as he takes it.

"Will you be alright, though? I-I mean if I leave you with these two?"

"Why wouldn't I be?"

"I-It's just not proper to leave ones sister with two men."

"I can handle myself Cye and I doubt they will hit on a married woman. I expect that out of Kento, not Sage and Rowen." She winks getting a laugh from her younger brother.

"Oh alright, you've got a point."

"Besides, I think Rowen's heart is already taken. He's fallen hard too."

"Hey what?" Rowen blinks confused as Sage bursts out laughing. Cye didn't get it either.

Sayako walks over and hugs her brother one last time, "You take care of yourself alright? I'm going to try and call once a day. I want an update. Listen to Rowen and Sage and let them help. We'll figure this out somehow."

Cye hugs her before she pulls away. He feels Rowen wrap an arm around his shoulders and start to walk him to the bedroom. "B-Be safe getting back home."

"I will, don't worry!" She watches him go down the hallway then looks to Sage smiling nervously. "H-He's really not okay is he?"

Sage sighs heavily unsure what to say. He had learned within the past year to not just come out and say things and to let people down gently… but he didn't know if he could do that this time.

"You don't have to lie to me."

"No. No, he's not. Believe it or not though, he's better than he was." He leads her back into the sitting room and motions for her to sit on the couch. He then sits in a chair across from her.

They sit quietly for a few minutes before he glances over smirking, "And yes, Rowen's heart is already taken and yes, he's fallen hard. I don't think he's realized it yet."

She blinks before laughing softly, "I could tell. The way he was looking at my brother. Do you think Cye…"

"Oh definitely. Though, like Rowen, he doesn't realize it yet."

"Funny. I always thought he'd get together with Kento." She trails off moving uncomfortably in her seat. "Sage, do you mind if I go make myself some tea?"

"Actually, I'd love it if you would. Cye usually has a cup before bed and I'm sure he'd love for you to fix it."

She looks over at him, a genuine happy smile crossing her tired features. "I would love too! I can see you've written something down..did you hear anything useful from your Uncle? Rowen was telling me, he helps run a large hospital?" She gets up and leads him into the small kitchen.

"I did. I want to wait for Rowen but if he's up for it, there is a way. Are you on good terms with either of your grandparents?"

"Our father's parents are the two we see more often than not. They live here in Japan. My mother's live in the UK." She explains as she sets the kettle on the stove before she goes through the teacups finding her brother's favorite. She pulls it down smiling, "He got this his last visit to the UK. He was so excited that the cup was the same blue as Torrent and it had the British Flag on it…." She turns to look at Sage. "I do have a good relationship with my grandmother. My Grandfather died when I was a child. Why?"

"She will need to help with this process in the place of your mother."

"She can't leave her home. She's unable to walk very well and needs help. Coming to the city would be impossible and-"

"You and Rowen would go to her to complete this process." Sage interjects sitting down in one of the chairs at the small table. He crosses his arms leaning back as he looks up in thought. "She would basically be saying that Rowen would be a medical guardian of some sort that could sign the papers using the family name until Cye was old enough to do it himself."

"I-Is it that easy?"

"Technically yes. Once the process was approved and completed, it would just be you and Rowen signing the forms and approving what ever is needed. He couldn't approve something without you of course but your mother would be out of the equation."

She turns around, "Would he do it?"

"Rowen you mean?"

"Yes. Would Rowen be willing to take on this responisiblity?"

"I can't see him saying no. He will do anything to make sure Cye is taken care of."

"Then let's do it." She pours the water into the teacup over the teabag and watches it steep. Her hand picks up the string and pushes it into the water a few times before she lets it sit. "Anything to make this easier on Cye and myself."

She leans onto the counter hanging her head as she exhales, "A-And anything to prevent my mother from mukking everything up in the process. She can do what she wants on the side b-but this time, I don't want her getting near my brother. He has enough to worry about without her cutting him down. I-Is there a way we can prevent her from talking to him?"

"That would technically be a restraining order."

"Without having to get legal about it?" She asked hopefully.

"We can work together and keep her away from him but legally we can put together a paper for his medical file that she's not allowed near him or to see any medical information."

"I like both those options." She digs through the cabinets before finding the sugar and starts to put a few spoonfuls into the tea. "Does he have any milk?"

"Yes, I'll get it for you." Sage gets to his feet and walks over to the refridgetaor. He pulls it out handing it to her. "Here. Once your done, take it on back. I'll be shocked if he's asleep yet. The vertigo and nausea get really bad when he lays down, sadly."

*~*

"Easy does it." Rowen helps the smaller warrior sit down on the edge of the bed. "You did good. You only passed out once while getting dressed this time." He expected some sort of response from that but instead he got silence. He sighs worried, "Are you ok?"

The other didn’t lift his head and only shrugged slightly, "I'm o-ok as I can be. I caused a fight between my mother and my sister all because my body can't behave a-and I'm fainting for some reason…" He attempts to button his pajama shirt but his hands are shaking too badly to complete the task. He groans frustrated, "I-I bloody hate this!! I can't even dress myself now. I fainted on my sister earlier as well…this is just an awful disaster." He hangs his head again, "…s-she doesn't even believe me….m-my own mother… w-why would I fake something like t-this…w-what have I done t-to.." His hands go up to his face as his shoulders shake.

Rowen reaches out and pulls him into a hug, "Y-You didn't do anything, buddy. I don't know why she's doing this to you but it ain't right. You aren't faking this and your sister didn't start the fight. She finished it and got what we needed." He feels the other try to bury himself deeper into the embrace. "It's okay, Cye. I won't let her hurt you again. I promise. No one deserves to be treated like that, no one, but especially you. You're safe here with me. We'll figure out a way to do all of this without her, ok? I think Sage figured somethin' out so don't give up on us yet."

"…w-why have you both upended your lives f-for me…?"

"Because we're your friends, Cye. We care about you. Hell we're closer than friends at this point, more like family. We survived the end of the world together, twice. I'm not leavin' ya now. If fainting is all we have to deal with, then we got this." He jokes slightly trying to get a smile out of the other. He pulls him back and reaches out wiping some tears away and pushing the red hair behind his ears. "Has to be easier than fightin' Kayura or Saberstryke, am I right?"

"…maybe.."

"And that White Armor? We used to pass out for a day after we called that thing…one of your faintin' spells is nothing compared to that or worse, Kento after taco night."

This got a small smile.

"We've got this, buddy. I meant it when I said that I'm not leaving your side. I'll be here throughout it all, so will Sage. We're going to figure this out one way or another." He gently turns the pale face up to look at him, his thumb wiping a few tears away. He places a quick kiss on his forehead pulling him into another hug. "It's going to be okay. I promise. Whatever it is, we'll go through it together."

Sayako stands in the doorway listening, the teacup in her hands. She smiles as best she can knocking on the door with her foot, "And don't forget me! You're most amazing older sister."

"S-Sayako."

She noticed that Cye didn't exactly pull away and that Rowen was quickly buttoning her brotehr's pajama shirt. "I brought you some tea. Sage that you usually have a cup before bed."

"I do. Thank you." He reaches out to take it, his hands trembling.

"Hang on, let Rowen help. You're hands are too shakey to hold it by yourself. No need to burn yourself." She smiles as she slowly hands it off to Rowen. "And don't come at me saying of course you can drink your own tea. I never said you couldn't."

Cye flushed embarrassed at being called out.

"Let Rowen help you drink it then I want you to relax." She walks around his room picking up some of the dirty clothes.

"Say, you don't have to-"

"Let me help. You and Sage do so much, I can at least collect dirty clothes." She stops in mid step and watches carefully as her brother drinks the tea. Sage had talked her into putting a light sedative into it. She had been worried about the taste but her brother was showing no sign of tasting anything weird. "Besides, my brother as always has a disaster in his room." She jokes as she carries what few clothes were on the floor out to the laundry room.

"I most certainly do not."

"Mmhmm, look at all of these shirts."

"Two. There are two shirts."

Rowen sits back holding the tea cup grinning as the two of them go at each other. He was relieved to see Cye was sounding more normal and less upset than before.

"And a pair of pants… and a pair of sweat pants."

"Oh alright, so I have a few laying around." He sips at the tea not putting up a fight as Rowen helps him drink it. His body was starting to feel heavier, sleepier… it wasn't a fainting spell that he could tell. He looked down at the tea, it was over half gone… he had managed to drink nearly a full cup of tea. A first in several months.

She stops and watches then nods to Rowen. "Cye? You ok?"

"Just…tired…." He blinks his eyes a few times before realizing what happened. "Y-You didn't…"

"Sage said it was either the sedative or using Halo. So I tried the sedative first."

"It will help, buddy. You might not wake up as many times." Rowen offered putting the tea cup down on the nightstand. "Come on, lets lay you down then we can get Sayako on the road back home."

They didn't bother to tell Cye it was just 8pm. She watches as Rowen helps her brother lay down and get comfortable before she excuses herself to give them some alone time. She takes the empty cup back into the kitchen setting it by the sink, "He drank it, all of it."

"By hmself?"

"Not really, Rowen helped. He did sound normal for a little bit, he was even joking with me." She smiles, "Then he got mad when he found out I drugged him."

*~*

"Y-You'll be back once you make sure she's safe?" Cye asks groggily as he lays back unable to fight the sedative in his system. His hand was holding Rowen's tightly as his eyes grew heavy.

"Of course. I'll join ya in bed tonight and you'll have someone to hug if the vertigo gets too bad. Just like always." The other responded smiling as he tucks the covers around the smaller body. "Just rest, buddy. I'll be back."

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Ch. 3 - According to Me

'According to me' is the only 'according to' that matters.

Charlie flung herself down on the couch in her brother's office and pulled a book from her messenger bag. Now that she had calmed down a bit, Charlie wished that she hadn't been so candid with him. She wished she hadn't given so much away.

Not that it mattered. She was in a no-win situation. Probably.

She didn't know how long Harvey would be gone, but seeing as Donna had made it clear his schedule was booked for the day, Charlie hoped he'd be busy most of the afternoon, too busy to deal with her at least.

She set down her book and pulled out her cell phone. Mike was probably busy, but she figured a request that he stop by if he had a spare moment in his afternoon couldn't hurt. Mike was a smart guy—brilliant, actually, but he was also the type of smart guy who still did dumb stuff that pissed off Harvey from time to time. Mike was almost as used to getting scolded by her brother as she was. Maybe he could help her strategize.

Or at the very least, Mike could empathize.

Mike was very good at that. He hadn't been working for Harvey for very long, but Charlie had liked him from the spot, bonding with the first year associate quickly, finding it much easier to confide certain things to Mike, rather than to either Harvey or Donna. In a short time, she'd discovered that Mike was a good listener. He was an adult—a voice of reason, but cool about it. When compared to Harvey, Mike was just more understanding. And he knew how to keep a secret if Charlie asked him to. If Harvey was just coming around to the idea of Mike Ross being his family, Charlie had already adopted the associate as a brother.

Within five minutes of sending the text, Charlie was scooting over to give Mike a place to sit down. He unbuttoned his suit as he settled beside her, placing his feet up on Harvey's coffee table.

"What are you doing here?" Mike stole away the book she had been reading, glancing at the title before he set it aside.

Charlie gave him a look, rolling her eyes before getting more comfortable on the couch. "Currently I'm not moving from this office until Supreme Master Harvey allows otherwise."

"That's not what I meant," Mike said as he shook out his wrist and checked his watch. It was still early afternoon. He hadn't even thought about taking lunch yet…probably wouldn't even get one today. "Why aren't you at school?"

"Oh, that." Charlie gave him a brief smile and shifted closer, putting her feet up beside his.

"Yeah, that," Mike snorted, nudging his elbow into her side.

She nudged him back, halfheartedly digging her elbow into his arm to push him away, sighing and giving up when Mike didn't budge. "I may have been sent home early on somewhat questionable terms."

"Questionable terms," Mike echoed. "I see. Does Harvey know that yet?"

"He knows something happened," she shrugged. "Haven't disclosed any of the details to him yet. Jessica stole him away before word vomit took over."

Mike chuckled. "Lucky. What was it this time?"

"Well, I was in US Gov and—"

Mike shifted away from Charlie, facing her head-on rather than from the side and Charlie huffed before setting her hand on his arm to still him, to keep him on her side, both literally and figuratively.

"Alright, wait. Mike, please just listen. It was all Heskett's fault. She's such a—" Charlie intended on filling in the space with a curse of some sort, but she thought better of it, and let out a frustrated groan instead. "Just…it wasn't my fault, alright? Not entirely."

Mike rubbed his temples. "He might kill you, Charlie." He looked at her, shaking his head. "Hell, I kind of want to kill you right now."

Charlie wasn't sure why she'd expected any other reaction under the circumstances, considering this whole mess pertained to Isabelle Heskett, Charlie's US Government teacher, who also happened to be the youngest daughter of one of Harvey's more difficult to please clients.

Mike watched Charlie, shaking his head…in frustration…in disbelief. He had spent countless hours working on the Heskett account, but they were still barely making progress. Negotiations on the merger were at a near standstill, yet somehow continuously created a mountain of paperwork. Mike couldn't fully blame Charlie for any of that, but he knew that Mr. Heskett and his people were notoriously petty. It wasn't entirely uncommon for the subject of Charlie and Isabelle's connection to come up either before or directly following a business meeting with Mr. Heskett, and it was rarely a positive discussion.

"You have gotta stop getting in trouble," Mike finally said. "And especially with her."

It wasn't as if Mike had been the type of kid to stay out of trouble. He'd been a handful when he was in high school. He figured Harvey had been as well. But there was just something about Charlie and this teacher in particular. Almost like the kid just couldn't help herself, like it was a sport and she enjoyed it, trying to best the woman.

If she was anything like her father, Mike assumed Heskett was a piece of work, but still…

Charlie let her head fall back against the cushion. She rubbed her face before looking back at Mike. "I know, alright? But please just listen."

Mike sighed but nodded, settling himself in for whatever Charlie had to say. He was always willing to listen. He always was willing to hear her out. And he didn't start it off by giving long-winded lectures about her stories and their assumed deviations from the truth, either.

"Alright, so she was giving us this diatribe during the debate, spouting all this completely false rhetoric so I just offered my opinion to the class, supported entirely by fact by the way. And apparently, that was some 'gross act of disrespect'…her words, not mine. It's just ridiculous. She sends me off to Ollie for just breathing the wrong way. Plus, she's a goddamn imbecile. Harvey pays way too much for some idiot to be up there on her proverbial soapbox spewing that crap. I swear…Isabelle Heskett wouldn't know the law of the United States if it hit her in the head, Mike. It's not right. I'm not meant to be smarter than someone with a goddamn master's degree."

Mike could've sworn he heard Harvey in clips and phrases as he listened to Charlie talk. He could always sense the influence of his boss in Charlie, but especially when she was riled like this. He would never tell either of them, but the two were so alike that it could be almost too much at times.

Encouraged by Mike's sustained reserve, his nodding along as she talked, Charlie delved further, sharing the specifics—her chosen argument, the facts she'd used to back it up…If he hadn't known better than to encourage her too strongly in something like this, Mike might have told the girl that her argument was good. Really good. It was solid, and it contained more depth and insight and evidence to back it all up than he had seen from associates he worked with in the bullpen. But Mike knew Harvey wouldn't appreciate him encouraging Charlie's behavior. Not when it was something like this.

"Charlie, you're right." Mike kept his praise light, but the smile that lit up her face at his words didn't escape him. "I know you know your stuff, but Harvey is still going to kill you."

Charlie rolled her eyes, finishing with a smile. "He won't kill me. I'm his favorite sister."

Mike didn't bother pointing out that Charlie was Harvey's only sister, as far as the two of them were aware, anyway. "Favorite sister or not, you're not making his bad day any better."

"Bad day?" Charlie bit her lip. She was typically good at picking up on these things, especially when it related to her brother, but Harvey had been pretty hard to read. He'd obviously been annoyed to see her in his office, but other than that he'd seemed fine. His usual self. Even if he'd been busy with work, he hadn't seemed particularly bothered.

"He seemed fine," she said. "Annoyed with me obviously, but fine."

"Yeah, well, right before you got here, Heskett sent back the latest contract asking for more revisions before tomorrow's meeting." Mike shook out his watch to check the time. "And I better get back to work on that."

"Seriously?" Charlie asked, shaking her head.

Mike had been avoiding trying to make the same connection in his own mind. He didn't want to blame Charlie for his extra work, or for Harvey's extra sullen mood, or for the botched merger, but the dots were clearly there just waiting to be connected.

"She is such a fucking bitch," Charlie muttered, more to herself than anyone else as Harvey swanned into the room, unnoticed by either Mike or Charlie until it was far too late.

"What was that, Charlotte?"

Charlie met her brother's eye for a moment, finding that she couldn't quite match his gaze or at least, she couldn't hold it. Harvey had caught her off guard coming into the room like that, and she didn't really want to get into it with him over her choice of language so she shook her head, mumbling a quiet "nothing," as she reached across Mike to grab the book she was meant to be reading in Harvey's absence.

"Right." Harvey's eyes lingered on his sister until she opened the book and he shifted his stare to his associate. "And you can get back to work, Mike. I don't pay you to put your feet up and entertain my kid sister. I can hire a hot nanny for that."

Mike excused himself without a witty response and Charlie continued staring at the paperback in her hand. In the blessed silence that remained, Harvey crossed the room and took his time pouring a drink. Charlie shifted on the couch as Harvey slid into the armchair adjacent to her.

Harvey took a sip of his drink, feeling the smoky liquid burn slide down his throat, before he looked to his sister.

"So, I think you were just about to tell me why exactly Pearson-Hardman has been blessed with your presence this afternoon."

Charlie's eyes stayed on her book. "Let's just skip to the part where you tell me I'm grounded."

Harvey set his drink down on the coffee table and focused his undivided attention on his sister. "I'm not playing games, Charlie."

Charlie continued scanning the page of her book, the letters and spaces registering in her eyes though her mind refused to make any decent sense of them.

"It's not a big deal," Charlie offered, lifting the page slightly between her fingertips as she continued to scan the last paragraph, flipping to the next page even though she knew she'd have to read it all again. She hadn't absorbed a single word of it. "I didn't even get in trouble with Ollie. Not really, anyway."

"Charlotte."

Harvey waited for her eyes to meet his, half surprised she did so, though she still held the book open, her gaze ready to slide right back if he allowed her the opportunity, so Harvey continued, his tone deliberately sharp. "I want you to put the goddamn book away and tell me what you did. Right now."

Charlie recognized the tone. Lawyer Harvey. It left little space for her to wiggle so she followed her brother's directive, closing the book and setting it on top of her bag.

"All I did was stand up for what was right, Harvey. I did exactly what I was taught to do, what you have always taught me to do. That's all."

Harvey pinched the bridge of his nose for a moment. "Somehow I doubt that."

Something in Harvey's dismissal struck a chord deep within her and suddenly convincing Harvey of her truth was a challenge Charlie simply had to accomplish—getting out of trouble aside. She was driven by something else completely, and whatever strategy she'd come to in order to minimize that was quickly pushed aside as the words rushed out of her. "She was basically telling us lies, Harvey, just completely making stuff up and when I, very appropriately, pointed it out, that sorry excuse for an educator said that I was wrong. That I was the one making it up. That I hadn't done my research. But I always do my research so I proved that idiot wrong in front of everyone and she just didn't like it. She said I was just being 'disrespectful' and sent me to Ollie's office and—"

''Which class?" Harvey asked, his voice low as it interrupted her rant, Charlie's mouth hanging open for a moment as she digested the question, a question which she should have anticipated. A question she should have been prepared for.

Because Harvey was prepared. He'd only asked because he already knew the answer. He had already known who his sister was in trouble with. It had become a theme of sorts over the course of the school year. He wasn't going to do the work though. He wanted his sister to put the nail in her own coffin.

Charlie met Harvey's eye, already worrying her bottom lip by the time he raised an eyebrow.

"Which teacher are you talking about, Charlotte?" Harvey's question was deliberately slow, each one of the words terrifyingly spoken—deadly. Charlie was fairly certain her brother wouldn't actually kill her, but he still scared the shit out of her sometimes.

She glanced away from him for a moment, reassured by the wall of glass behind them. If Harvey did have the urge to kill her, there would be witnesses. Many of them. Charlie wondered if the panes of glass were sound proof, releasing her lip as she met his eye again. "Just promise you're not going to yell."

Harvey shook his head. "I'm not going to promise you a goddamn thing and I won't ask the question again."

Charlie sunk further into the cushions.

"Miss Heskett," Charlie started, crumbling quickly under Harvey's hardened gaze, a bit of fire flashing in his eyes at her admission. Charlie looked away, needing a moment to regain her composure so she could continue on, explain it all a little better. She started talking before pulling her eyes back to him, hoping the fortitude would come once she got started. "And if you just hear me out, you'll agree with me. And according to Mike—"

"No, I'm not going to hear you out and I don't give a shit what my associate thinks," Harvey cut her off, his voice raising as he went. "According to me is the only 'according to' that matters as far as you're concerned. And according to my memory, you were supposed to be letting this little feud go."

Charlie remembered the conversation well. The conversations, she supposed, because there had been many of them over the last few months. And Harvey had told her to let it go. He'd told her to knock it off and be the bigger person, to suck it up. He'd even had Marcus weigh in on it, had their brother call her up and tell her to cool it. And Charlie had agreed. Agreed to try, but apparently it was harder to implement in practice than in theory. It didn't matter though because Charlie was still focused on something that Harvey had yet to acknowledge, that she wasn't the only one involved in this whole mess.

"But she started it, Harvey! She was just being a bitch because—"

"Enough, Charlotte."

"But—"

"I've heard enough," Harvey shouted as he stood up. "You're grounded. And I don't want to hear that goddamn word out of your mouth again. Get started on your homework."

Charlie's fists clenched at her side, but she didn't say anything as Harvey moved toward his desk. She wanted to shout about the unfairness of it all. That Harvey hadn't even bothered to try to entertain her side of things, to listen to her. He'd barely let her get to the end of her sentences without cutting her off, cutting right through what he deemed as bullshit.

"And when you're finished with that, you can help with organizing the Coleman briefs. We'll talk about this more at home."

Charlie knew she should have stopped then. Harvey was very near his desk, and she should have just let him get there. She should have let him sit down and sip his drink and distract himself with his emails before heading to his next meeting. She should have just got her book back out and started re-reading the page and a half that she'd blurred through just now, but something deep in Charlie's gut compelled her to have the last word, to fight him just for the sake of it.

"You already said I'm grounded," she said as she put her feet up on the coffee table. "I can't imagine there's much else for us to talk about."

"Charlotte, you better drop the goddamn attitude."

Harvey thought he might lose it as he watched his younger sister's eyes roll in her head. The whole gesture screaming 'or what?' even though she hadn't moved her smart ass mouth to ask the question. Sometimes he missed the more easy-going kid Charlie had once been. She had always been a handful, but at least she hadn't talked back to him so much back then. She hadn't put her goddamn shoes up on the coffee table, rolling her eyes and giving him headaches. She hadn't tested him like this.

"And give me your phone," Harvey added, holding out his hand.

Charlie's mouth fell open and Harvey wanted to laugh. He'd surprised her. Good. Harvey thought to himself.

"But—"

"I would prefer not to embarrass you here in front of everyone, Charlotte, so just do as I ask."

Charlie pulled her feet from the coffee table and crossed the room to meet him. She slapped her ever so precious cell phone into Harvey's hand and he nearly sighed in relief that she hadn't fought him on it because even though he would've done it, Harvey's words had been the truth. He had no desire to make a scene here at the office, to embarrass her in public.

But he still had to make a point. He still had to set boundaries. Before Charlie could walk back to the couch, Harvey's free hand clasped around her wrist and she paused, meeting his eye.

"And you leave Mike alone. He's got extra work to do to make up for the fact that you can't keep your mouth shut."

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[jymwahuwu]

I-I SAVED 100 WISHES FOR JING YUAN BUT I LOST TO YANQING😭😭😭😭😭😭 I'M CRYING RNN I'VE BEEN SKIPPING SINCE I MISS HIS FIRST LAUNCH. I'M SO FRUSTED AHHHH IT WAS ALSO MH FIRST TIME PULLINH ON BANNER :'((((

I feel bad for you!! I know how sad it is to lose 50/50, this happens all the time on my genshin account 😭😭😭 Sending you a hug. Jing Yuan did it on purpose, sending his son to us to see how much we would spend for him <(｀^´)>

There are still more than twenty days left!! There is time to save more and I hope you can get him!! Send luck!!

[fabianvalencia561]

*When D10 heard the news about Jerry being an corrupt he was quick to anger and confusion.*

Diesel: Hey dad I need to ask you something - *he stopped before he could say anything more. He knows that D10 wasn't happy* ..... Dad? You ok?...... Dad?....

D10: *he nods slowly but his face and voice says otherwise* .... I'm fine.... I just need some air... *He quickly walks out of his room.*

*Diesel already knew that D10 was not happy one bit, he watched his dad rush outside.*

D10: *he was pissed off, he tried to keep himself calm by breathing but the more he tried the more angry he got. Then he snapped and screamed loudly in frustration and anger. He felt betrayed by Jerry at this very moment.* THAT FUCKING TRAITOR! HE WAS RESPONSIBLE FOR MOST OF THOSE CASES!! HE MURDER MOST OF THOSE PEOPLE!!!! HE TRICKED ME AND EVERYONE ELSE!!! GOD FUCKING DAMNIT!!!!

*D10 was so angry and betrayed that he couldn't control his own self. His power grew as his anger grew more.*

D10: *He screams loudly in anger.*

*Even though he used his powers for a bit it was enough to make the ground shake violently*

Diesel: !!!!!!!- DAD STOP PLEASE YOU'RE HURTING YOURSELF AND YOU'RE GOING TO HURT US IF YOU DON'T STOP THIS!!! *He ran fast to his dad and grabbed him by the arm. He called out for his dad to make him pay attention to him and to calm down.* ..... Dad please calm down..... Please..... Please.... Just calmed down.....

D10: *he looked at Diesel and his eyes widen he saw the calm down a bit but before he fully could he heard something click in his head and then his body went all weak it was almost paralyzed then d10 knew that this was not good blood started to drip out from his mouth, nose, eyes, neck, and also where where his horrible injury was on his face. He was in a lot of pain his breathing was harsh and heavy he sounded like if someone's lungs were filling up with their own blood.* H-Help,......

Diesel: !!!!!- DAD!

James: *He quickly runs out to see what happened and he was in shock* WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED!!?!

Atharva: *He quickly walks over when he too heard all of this* What is going on - *gasp!!* ...... *He took one good look at d10 and he already knew what was up.* .......

D10: *he looked at everyone and then fainted.*

.....

*a few hours later*

D10: *he slowly wakes up and realizes that he is no longer outside in fact he was in the diesel works his body was in less pain he looked around as the room was empty it was only him and some equipment to fix broken humanoids.* What happened? ..... Why am I here?

Mavis: You're awake! I was so worried about you old man....

D10: Mavis? Is that you?

Mavis: Of course it is! I'm surprised you even remember me...

D10: what happened?

Mavis: You somehow put so much pressure in your brain that it ripped open from the inside! ....... but luckily I was able to put it all back together.. and also you were very lucky that the injury was small....

D10: .... Oh God..... *He felt the back of his head where he could feel where they fixed his head and patched it up.*

Mavis: Do you even remember how you added so much pressure to your brain? *She asked quietly* ......

D10: I don't know..... Every time I try to remember my head goes blank........

Mavis: yikes it must be that bad .... Hmm .

*Then the two hear Atharva and Proteus talking to the others.*

Atharva: YOU GUYS KNEW THAT D10 HAS THIS POWER!? YOU KNEW THAT HE WAS A MAGIC HUMANOID?!

Proteus: *he whispered a bit* aren't diesels not supposed to be magic humanoids?...

Diesel: NO ONLY I KNEW! NOT THE OTHERS!! I WAS AWARE THAT MY DAD HAD POWERS EVER SINCE I WAS LITTLE!!

Atharva: DO YOU REALIZED THAT DIESELS ARE NOT SUPPOSED TO HAVE MAGIC HUMANOID ABILITIES!?!? I HAVE TO GET RID OF THEM NOW!!!

Proteus: *gasp!!!* NO WE ARE NOT DOING THAT! ARE YOU CRAZY!?! YOU'LL MAKE HIM WEAK! HE'LL MOST LIKELY DIE!!

Diesel: WE ARE NOT GOING TO TAKE MY DAD'S POWERS AWAY!

Atharva: YES I AM!!

*Everyone was arguing loudly while James kept on trying to talk and then he got frustrated that no one was listening to him*

James: EVERYONE SHUT UP NOW!!! *He whistles loudly that a glass window cracked a bit*

*Everyone went quite fast. They all look at James.*

James: *he breathed heavily and then sighs* ..... We are not going to remove anything from anyone ya hear? ....

Atharva: But diesel's are not supposed to have this power!

James: I DON'T GIVE A DAMN! WE ARE NOT GOING TO TAKE HIS POWERS AWAY!!.... *he sighs heavily* Besides didn't you listen? Proteus said that D10 would become weak if you do.... And if you do take his powers... He might as well be dead... So we are not going to take his powers if it's only keeping him alive and well....

Proteus: and...... And maybe we could teach him how to fully control his powers?

Atharva: ...... *Sigh* fine..... Fine.....

D10: ...... *His eyes widen* ...... What's going on you guys? ... *He walks out of the room to them*

Diesel: DAD! *He runs up to his dad*

Atharva: *he was stunned* How.... How is he still... alive?...... *He thought to himself*

*Everyone else was glad that D10 was..... ok.... Though Atharva was confused.... He knew that D10 was alive and well but..... These incidents normally caused the humanoid to be dead ..... Maybe it was the necklace that kept him safe?.... Who even knows...*

Diesel: Dad! Do you remember what happened? .... I heard that your brain was ripped up from the.... Inside.... Can you remember anything?

D10: Yeah.... But I...... I don't remember.... How this happened.... What happened?

Diesel: ..... We'll.... We'll tell you later.... But now... You should go back and get some rest.....

D10: ..... I .. *sigh* .... Yeah ... I guess you're right.... I guess I should......