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Beneath the Black Flag 111

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chapter warnings: kissing, angst, mutual denial of wanting each other ofc, pirates, blood, violence, daddy issues, a heated moment or two, asshole Jake again, self loathing, yearning, emotional moments

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You wake before the sun.

The ship rocks gently beneath you, all creaks and groans and faint seabirds. The storm’s long passed.

But it’s nothing compared to the one still smoldering behind your ribs.

You sit up slowly. Your neck aches. Your lips still sting. Jake’s coat is on the floor. His presence? Gone.

You shouldn’t be surprised.

The kiss had led from the chartroom to his cabin, hands grabbing and touching wherever they could. He'd layed you out on his bed, hovering over you as he kissed you breathless. He had more self control than you did, staving away his need by holding you tightly to him and promising it another time.

You find him at the bow. Alone. Of course.

The ocean spreads endlessly ahead, blue bleeding into gold. He doesn’t turn when you approach.

You stop just close enough to speak, just far enough to pretend you’re not hoping he’ll say something first.

He doesn’t.

So you break the silence.

“Nice to see you didn’t jump overboard.”

A pause. Then, “I considered it.”

You almost smile. Almost.

He still won’t look at you.

“So,” you say, voice carefully even. “What now?”

Jake exhales like the question costs him something.

“What happened last night…” He swallows it like it burns. “It was a mistake.”

You nod slowly. “Right. That’s your favorite line.”

“It doesn’t mean it wasn’t true.”

You blink at that.

“You don’t kiss people you don’t trust, Jake.”

He turns finally, and the look in his eyes makes your breath catch.

“I don’t trust anyone,” he says. Quiet. Devastated.

Least of all himself– though he doesn’t say it. He doesn’t need to.

You step back.

“Then don’t worry,” you say. “It won’t happen again.”

You leave before he can answer.

And for the rest of the day, you pass each other like ghosts.

But the worst part isn’t the silence.

It’s knowing he kissed you like he meant it.

And now he’s pretending he didn’t. Again.

Jake doesn’t sleep. Not after the storm. Not after everything that’s happened.

The kiss.

It’s a weight on him, dragging him under when he’s supposed to be focused on something else. There’s no room for distractions. He can’t afford them. Not with the crew watching. Not with you.

He finds you later that evening, standing at the edge of the deck, staring out at the horizon like you’re waiting for something to call you home.

You don’t notice him until he’s standing right behind you.

“I don’t want to do this,” he says, voice gruff.

You stiffen but don’t turn. “Then don’t.”

He runs a hand through his wet hair, eyes fixed on the storm-scarred sea. “I’m not the kind of man you think I am.”

The words fall out of him like stones. The truth is heavy. He’d rather choke on it than say it aloud, but he knows it’s the only way to get you to understand.

“I’m a pirate, a murderer. I’ve burned ships, sunk men, and chased after ghosts for so long I don’t remember who I was before it all started. You think you see me as something else, but I’m not.” He laughs bitterly, shaking his head. “I’m not a man you get tangled up in. Not unless you want to end up broken.”

You finally turn, eyes narrowed, lips pressed together in that way that drives him mad.

“You think you’re too horrible for me?” The question is soft, almost mocking, but there’s something in it that digs at him, that makes him stand up straighter, though he wants nothing more than to look away.

“Yeah,” he growls. “I do.”

His fists clench at his sides. The wind picks up again, the storm still rattling the ship, but it doesn’t matter. It’s nothing compared to the quiet storm in his chest.

“I don’t deserve you,” he spits. “You’re not like the rest of them. You’ve got something I don’t. Hope. A future. A place you belong. You could go home. You can forget all this madness and pretend it never happened.” His eyes lock with yours, and for a second, there’s a crack in his facade. “But me? I don’t have that. I’ve got nothing left but this ship and the endless ocean.”

You stand there, as still as the night, studying him in a way that makes him feel like he’s exposed in front of you– like you see everything and nothing all at once.

“We’re not the same,” he continues, his voice quieter now. “And that’s why it’s a mistake. We need to keep it business– strictly business– until I’m done here and you can go back where you belong.”

He takes a slow step back, like the distance will give him some space to breathe.

“You don’t belong here,” he mutters, eyes dropping to the deck. “Not with me.”

The silence between you stretches thin. The words were meant to hurt, to push you away, but they feel hollow. Empty.

He’s not sure what he’s expecting from you. Anger? Disappointment? Tears?

But all he gets is a quiet nod from you, like you’ve already resigned yourself to it.

For a moment, neither of you speaks.

And then, without another word, you turn away. He watches you walk, shoulders tight, head held high like you’re holding it all together.

Jake stands there for a long while, staring at the same endless horizon, the weight of his own words sinking into him like stones.

Maybe he’s right. Maybe he’s doing you a favor.

But he doesn’t know if he believes it.

Not when every part of him wants to stop you, to pull you close and tell you that he’s more than the man he’s pretending to be.

That you’re more than the future he’s too afraid to let himself want.

But he can’t. He won’t.

He needs to keep you at arm’s length. For your sake.

And for his own.

The ship creaks beneath his boots long after you’re gone.

Jake doesn’t move. Not at first. Not until the sky begins to shift from inky black to the bruised blue of morning. The wind has died down, but the ache inside him hasn’t.

He forces himself below deck, past sleeping crew and dim lantern light. The corridors feel tighter than usual, claustrophobic. Like the weight of what he didn’t say is pressing in from all sides.

He doesn’t see you again until midday.

You’re tying down rope beside the quartermaster, sleeves rolled up, jaw set like nothing’s wrong. Like last night never happened.

But he sees the tightness in your shoulders. The careful way you avoid his gaze.

Jake says nothing. He can’t. Not with the crew watching. Not with eyes always lingering longer than they should.

Still, something inside him claws for air.

He stalks past, muttering something to the first mate about the heading, but his eyes flick to you, once. Just once.

You don’t look up.

That night, the storm returns. Smaller this time, but sharp. Angry. Like the sea knows what he’s done.

Jake climbs the rigging alone, soaked and cursing the heavens, working through the worst of it with salt in his mouth and fury in his chest.

When he climbs back down, the deck slick and treacherous beneath him, you’re there. Waiting.

Soaked to the bone. Unmoving.

“What are you doing?” he barks, harsher than he means to. “You’ll freeze out here.”

You stare at him, eyes burning with something he doesn’t want to name. Rain drips from the edge of your jaw, glinting in the lantern light as you take a step forward.

Jake doesn’t move.

He doesn’t know if he’s afraid you’ll leave again– or afraid you won’t.

“I’m not asking you to be someone else,” you say, voice low, cutting through the wind. “I’m not asking you to change. I’m just asking you to stop pretending like none of this matters.”

He scoffs, but it’s weak. Empty. “You think it doesn’t?”

“Then act like it does.”

The breath he draws is shaky. He hates how raw he feels. Like the storm peeled him open from the inside and left every nerve exposed.

“I told you what I am.”

“You told me what you were.”

Your words hang there between you, sharp and deliberate.

“You think I don’t see the way you take the wheel in a storm, the way the crew listens to you like their lives depend on it?” you ask, stepping even closer. “You think I didn’t notice when you gave your rations to the boy who got sick last week? Or how you haven’t slept since I’ve been onboard?”

Jake’s throat tightens. He clenches his jaw, trying to stop the way his chest threatens to cave in.

“You want to be the monster,” you whisper. “Fine. But don’t lie to me and pretend that’s all you are.”

The rain softens, a drizzle now, tapping gently on the wooden deck. The ship rocks beneath your feet, but neither of you move.

Finally, he says, “You should hate me.”

“I tried,” you admit. “Didn’t take.”

He lets out a breath– half laugh, half sigh– and for a moment, the weight lessens. Just a little.

“I don’t know how to be the man you think I am,” he murmurs.

“You don’t have to,” you say. “You just have to stop running from him.”

Jake stares at you, something ancient and aching in his eyes.

Then, slowly, he reaches out– like he’s not sure he has the right– and touches your hand.

It’s tentative. Barely there.

But it’s real.

The silence that follows is not hollow this time. It’s full. Heavy with everything neither of you can say just yet.

And for the first time in days, the sea seems quiet.

By dawn, the storm is gone again, leaving only slick decks and the scent of salt-soaked wood. The crew is quieter than usual, voices low as they move about their duties. A tension lingers in the air– not the storm’s, but something else. Anticipation. Like the sea is holding its breath.

You're at the rail again, watching the pale line of the horizon, when the lookout shouts from the crow’s nest.

“Ship off the port bow!”

Jake’s out of the captain’s quarters in seconds. He doesn’t have to climb the rigging to know what it is– he recognizes the cut of her sails before the flag even comes into view. White canvas, sharp and straight. Navy.

Your breath catches as the blue-and-gold crest unfurls in the wind. You know that sigil.

Your father’s fleet.

Jake’s face is unreadable. Ice, stone, something unmovable. “He found us.”

You look at him. “You knew he would.”

He doesn’t deny it.

The ship slows as the Navy vessel pulls alongside at a safe distance. Not close enough to board. Just close enough to talk.

A rowboat is lowered from their side– one man rowing, another sitting tall at the stern, posture stiff with military precision. A white flag flaps at the bow.

A negotiation.

Jake watches the boat approach in silence, hands clasped behind his back. You stand beside him, but you’re no longer sure whose side you’re on.

When the envoy climbs aboard, soaked and scowling, he looks straight past Jake and finds you.

“My lady,” he says, breath ragged. “By order of Admiral–”

Jake cuts him off with a sharp gesture. “She’s not going anywhere.”

The envoy straightens. “We come under peaceful terms. The Admiral wishes to resolve this without bloodshed.”

Jake steps forward slowly. “Funny. He didn’t mind blood when it was mine.”

The envoy swallows visibly. “A letter. From your father.” He holds it out to you, sealed in red wax.

Your fingers tremble as you break the seal. Jake watches you read it, jaw clenched.

It’s short. Formal.

My dearest,

Your absence has not gone unnoticed. I trust you are alive, despite the circumstances. You are to be brought home at once. The man who holds you will be given leniency if he cooperates. If not, the sea will turn red.

You look up.

Jake’s eyes are already on you, cold and unreadable. “Well?” he asks.

You fold the letter, lips pressed tight. “He’s giving you a chance.”

Jake turns back to the envoy. “Tell your Admiral,” he says, “the answer is no.”

The envoy gapes. “You’d risk war for this?”

Jake’s smile is humorless. “You think this ship hasn’t lived through worse?” He gestures to the rowboat. “Now get off my deck.”

The envoy doesn’t move.

Jake draws his pistol slowly. “I said go.”

This time, he listens.

When the rowboat hits the water, the tension on deck uncoils like a cut rope. Jake doesn’t look at you as he turns away.

You find him below deck an hour later.

The tension still clings to the ship like fog, but the crew pretends to be calm. They scrub and tie lines and laugh too loud, as if they didn’t just watch their captain stare down a Navy ship and refuse a peace offering.

Jake is in his cabin, the door half-closed, the lantern light inside casting long shadows. You push it open without knocking.

He doesn’t look up.

He’s pouring rum into a tin cup, slow and steady, like he’s counting seconds instead of ounces. His coat is tossed over a chair. His shirt is half-open, collar soaked from the rain that hasn’t quite dried.

“I should thank you,” you say quietly. He doesn’t answer. You step inside and shut the door behind you. “I know what that cost you.”

He takes a sip, finally glancing up. “Do you?”

You don’t rise to the bait. “You could’ve handed me over.”

“I should’ve handed you over.”

“But you didn’t.”

Jake leans back against the table, the cup still in his hand. “Don’t mistake it for kindness. I didn’t do it for you.”

“Then who?” you ask, voice sharper than you mean it to be. “Your pride? Some twisted revenge fantasy?”

“Maybe.” He meets your gaze. “Maybe I just didn’t like the idea of him winning again.”

You step closer. The air between you shifts, heavy with what’s unspoken. “You told me you weren’t a good man,” you say softly. “But good men don’t throw away their leverage. Especially not for someone they claim not to care about.”

Jake laughs, bitter and low. “You think I did this because I care?”

You stare at him, heart pounding. “Didn’t you?”

Silence stretches again, taut and trembling. He looks at you like he’s trying to hold something back– rage or regret or need, you can’t tell. Maybe all three. Maybe more.

And then, finally, he breaks.

Jake crosses the room in three long strides, catches your face in his hands and kisses you like it’s the last thing he’ll ever be allowed. It’s not gentle. It’s not neat. It’s desperate.

He pulls away just enough to breathe, his forehead resting against yours. “I’m not him,” he whispers. “I’m not your father. I won’t use you anymore like he is. I swear it.”

You don’t answer with words.

You just kiss him again.

And this time, neither of you pulls away.

His hands tremble where they rest on your jaw, but his mouth is anything but unsure. It’s all hunger and heat and the quiet ache of someone who’s wanted too long without asking. When you press closer, he groans into your mouth, gripping your hips like he’s afraid you’ll disappear.

But you don’t.

You stay. Even as his lips trail to your throat. Even as your fingers find the edge of his shirt and tug it free.

His breath hitches when you do, chest rising sharply. You feel the tension beneath your palms– the restraint, the fear, the desire warring just beneath his skin.

You pull back, only slightly. “Jake…”

He rests his forehead against yours again, eyes closed, breath uneven.

“You don’t have to,” you whisper. “Not out of guilt. Not because of what you didn’t do today.”

His thumb brushes your cheek. “It’s not that.”

“Then what?”

His eyes open, and for once, there’s no mask. No swagger. Just the man.

“You scare me,” he says. “Because I want to keep you. And I’ve never wanted to keep anything before.”

Your heart clenches.

He looks down, almost ashamed. “I told myself this would end with him broken, and me with the upper hand. That you were just a means to that end. But you walked onto this ship and everything shifted.”

Your fingers slide up his chest, slow. “I didn’t ask to change anything.”

“I know,” he says. “That’s what makes it worse.”

You study him in the dim light, the candle behind him throwing golden halos across his shoulders. “So what now?”

His lips graze yours again– softer, slower this time.

“Now,” he says, “I stop pretending I don’t want you.”

His hands move with more certainty now, fingers undoing the buttons of your blouse with a care that contradicts the storm always simmering behind his eyes. He pulls you toward the bed, sitting down and tugging you gently into his lap. You straddle him, knees on either side of his hips, and his breath stutters when your mouths meet again– open and deep and hungry.

But it’s not just heat that moves between you.

You slow the kiss, fingers curling into his hair. “You said I didn’t belong here.”

Jake cups your face again, voice rough. “I lied.”

You press your forehead to his. “Then don’t lie anymore.”

“I won’t.” He kisses you once more, then rests his hands on your thighs, grounding himself. “But when this ends– when your father comes back with more ships, and this turns ugly– I don’t want to lose you in the smoke.”

“You won’t,” you whisper.

And in that fragile moment, you both believe it.

Even if it’s just for tonight.

His mouth is warm against yours, and his hands– gods, his hands– hold you like you’re breakable, like he’s afraid of his own strength. He tastes like salt and rum and something sweeter beneath it all, something that threatens to undo you entirely.

You’ve never been touched like this before.

Like you matter.

Like it means something.

Your shirt slips from your shoulders, his fingers ghosting down the curve of your spine. You’re in his lap, straddling his hips, and every breath comes harder than the last. Your heart pounds so loudly you swear he can hear it.

His lips drag from your mouth to your throat, and you tilt your head without thinking. It feels natural. Easy. Like your body knows him already.

You reach for the laces of his shirt, ready to give him this– give yourself– but his hand catches yours.

Soft. But firm.

You freeze.

Jake pulls back, just enough to see your face. His eyes search yours, raw and open in a way you’ve never seen before. “Wait,” he breathes.

You blink. “What?”

His jaw tightens, and for a moment, you think he’s going to say nothing. That he’s going to let the moment fall apart like shattered glass.

“If we go any further, I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop next time.”

You sit back slightly, breath shallow. “And you think there will be a next time?”

A shadow passes over his face. “I don’t know,” he admits. “But I want there to be. And that’s exactly why we can’t do this now.”

It hurts more than you expect it to.

Not because he doesn’t want you.

But because he does.

Because this isn't rejection– it’s restraint. The kind that makes your heart ache more than your body ever could.

You nod slowly, climbing off his lap with shaking legs. He moves to help you, but you wave him off gently.

The silence between you is thicker now. Intimate in a different way.

He hands you your shirt without a word.

You slip it back on, avoiding his gaze, unsure what to say that won’t crack something fragile wide open.

But then he speaks.

“I want to be ready,” Jake says, voice low. “When I have you. I want it to be when I’m not trying to prove something to your father. Or to myself.”

You pause in the doorway, fingers resting on the frame.

“You think you’ll ever stop trying?”

His smile is faint. Tired. “Gods, I hope so.”

You leave without another word.

But later, long after the lamps have burned out and the storm has finally passed for good, you lie awake in your cabin with his words echoing through your chest.

I want there to be a next time.

You hope so too.

You don’t sleep.

Not really.

The wind is calm, the ship steady, but your thoughts are anything but. You lie still in your hammock, eyes fixed on the beams overhead, listening to the faint sounds of the night crew and the rhythmic groan of the sea against the hull.

Every time you close your eyes, you feel him.

His hands on your skin. His mouth on your throat. The way he looked at you like you were both a miracle and a mistake.

But mostly, you feel the moment he stopped.

And what it cost him to do it.

By morning, you’re raw. Frayed at the edges. Your shirt still smells like him, and you hate how much you notice.

Above deck, the sun is pale and watery, the kind that comes after a storm and pretends everything’s been washed clean. But it hasn’t. Not really.

Jake is at the helm when you surface.

His eyes flick toward you briefly, then back to the sea.

He doesn’t say a word.

Neither do you.

The silence stretches long and brittle.

You move to stand beside him, the wind tugging gently at your sleeves. The crew works quietly around you, no one paying you too much mind– but you can feel them watching. They always are.

After a long pause, you say softly, “You didn’t sleep.”

Jake huffs a humorless breath. “Didn’t feel like dreaming.”

You nod, eyes fixed on the horizon.

“I keep trying to be angry,” you admit. “That you stopped. That you didn’t want me the way I wanted you.”

His hands tighten on the wheel, knuckles pale. “It wasn’t about want.”

“I know.” You glance at him. “That’s the worst part.”

He finally turns to face you, and there’s something in his expression– an ache that mirrors your own. “I meant what I said last night.”

“I know.”

“And I’m still not ready,” he says. “Not for what that would mean. Not yet.”

“I’m not asking you to be ready,” you say. “I’m just asking you not to run.”

A beat. Then another.

Jake looks away, jaw clenched.

“I’m not running,” he mutters. “I’m trying not to ruin it.”

The words sit between you like something sacred. Like an apology and a promise wrapped in salt and silence.

You reach over, just barely brushing your fingers against his.

He doesn’t pull away.

And for now, that’s enough.

The peace doesn’t last.

You feel it shift sometime that afternoon, subtle, but unmistakable. A change in the air. In the way the ship lists slightly starboard, the hum of the crew moving faster, speaking in tighter circles, their words clipped and unfinished when you draw near.

You catch a glimpse of Jake at the helm, his eyes scanning the horizon with a tension that sets your teeth on edge.

Then you hear it: a single sharp tone from the bell above deck.

A warning.

You’re halfway to Jake’s quarters when the door slams open and he storms inside.

“There’s a shadow off our stern,” he says without preamble. “Too far to see flags, but she’s keeping pace.”

You blink. “Another Navy ship?”

“Could be. Or a pirate who thinks we look like an easy prize. Either way, she’s testing us.”

He moves fast, grabbing a cutlass from the wall, strapping on a brace of pistols. He’s already halfway back out the door when you catch his arm.

“Jake, what are you–?”

He stops. Just for a breath.

“I need to know if it’s a threat,” he says. “And if it is, I need to lead the response. I can’t leave the crew guessing.”

You search his face. “So you’re just going to leave me here?”

His jaw clenches. “I’m not leaving you alone.”

A shape looms behind him in the hallway– Willis. Broad-shouldered, scarred down the neck, eyes like dull coins.

“Stay in my quarters,” Jake says. “He’ll stay with you.”

You glance at Willis. He gives the barest of nods. Not warm. Not cruel. Just solid.

Jake steps closer, lowers his voice. “I don’t know what that ship is, but I won’t risk you walking into it.”

Your voice comes out tight. “And if they board us?”

“They won’t.” A beat. “But if they do, you’ll be the last door they reach.”

You stare at him, heart pounding.

He presses a hand to your shoulder– brief, grounding. “Stay here.”

And then he’s gone, out the door and up the stairs, boots pounding, a storm in motion.

You don’t follow him.

You want to. Gods, you want to tear up after him, demand to know what ship dares tail this one. But his words ring in your head:

If they board us, you’ll be the last door they reach.

So you stay.

You sit on the edge of his bed, hands twisted in the fabric of your skirt. The silence stretches, taut and unnatural. The ship groans beneath you, each creak like a question unanswered.

Willis hasn’t moved from the doorway. He stands there, arms crossed, eyes fixed somewhere beyond the wood grain.

“How bad is it?” you ask.

He doesn’t answer right away. “Captain’s handled worse.”

You’re not sure if that’s meant to reassure you.

Minutes crawl by. Then footsteps thunder overhead. A distant voice– Jake’s– barking orders sharp as cannon fire.

You rise, instinct pulling you toward the door, but Willis shifts to block your path.

“Captain said stay put.”

You narrow your eyes. “Is that an order?”

“No,” he says slowly. “But it's a... suggestion.”

You glance past him, weighing his words. You knew without a doubt you'd put up a losing fight trying to get past him. The hallway is empty, but the deck above roils with tension.

A slam. A distant shout. The sound of sails catching hard wind.

You and Willis wait, listening to the storm play out above.

Then, finally– boots on the stairs. Jake appears in the doorway, sweat-soaked and wild-eyed, shirt torn, a smear of blood along his jaw and shoulder.

He looks at Willis first.

“You may go now.”

Willis nods once and slips away.

Jake doesn’t speak. He grabs a cloth from the basin, dabs at the blood. You cross the room without realizing it.

“You’re hurt.”

“It’s not mine,” he says.

You swallow. “What happened?”

He lets the cloth fall, meets your eyes.

“False flag. She was Navy, all right, but not here for a fight. They just wanted us to know they could find us again. Anytime they want.”

Your stomach twists. “And the crew?”

“They saw enough to know we’re still prey. Not everyone liked that.”

There’s something raw in his voice. Not defeat. Not yet. But close.

You reach for him, fingers brushing the dried blood at his temple.

“They didn’t board,” you whisper.

“But they will,” he says. “Next time, they might not be so polite.”

The two of you stand there in the silence, breathing the same heavy air.

This ship may belong to Jake.

But now, you understand– he's fighting a war on every side to keep it.

And you're the reason he won't surrender.

chapter four

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morilovern1 · 1 year ago

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Ten Calamities theory

What if Fyodor is one of the ten calamities? We know for sure that Bram is one of the calamities and that probably Lovecraft is one too, however what if Fyodor is one?

We know that Fyodor was around when Fukuzawa was 32

and he also appeared in chapter 2 of the anime, season four, and with the new chapter, we can say that he was alive and looked the same age DURING the medieval era

It's even said by sigma that he looks the same age (Chapter 111 for reference on how he looked in the prison arc)

And we can assume it was placed when Bram still had his duke position, and what is my point?

He is old, very old and his ability is to take the rest of the years a non-ability user has. It hasn't been fully said what Fyodor's ability is about, we only know that he can kill non-ability users with a touch, and it would make sense for his ability to take the rest of the years those people would have lived, the non-ability users, but why am I only saying non-ability users? because it hasn't been shown Fyodor killing any ability user with his ability, neither Nikolai nor Sigma died while holding his hand, so I believe it's safe to say that his ability only works with non-ability users; let's remember that the ability is tied to the user's soul, and going by this theory by taking the rest of the years of those, his ability somehow gets a fragment of the soul away, it would give more years on his life making his aging less faster and making him live more.

Also! the ten calamities are said to be able to destroy the world, and yet again it would make sense for fyodor to be one due to 1 his intelligence and his ability, if someone kills a large number of people, can the world be considered as not destroyed? it can and at the same time can't because there would still be people, however the population would decrease a LOT, and if fyodor teamed up with bram to destroy the world they perfectly could by fyodor killing off every non-ability user and by bram a vampire outbreak on the rest of ability users and make them kill eachother.

HOWEVER THATS JUST A THEORY

A BSD THEORY

Thanks for reading!

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yyh4ever · 2 years ago

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Oww, so you ship KuraHi too? XD I think it's impossible to not do it. I love that the anime added some more development like this scene with Kuwabara and Botan curious with Hiei and Kurama's talk. Do you have a favorite scene with KuraHi? I think my special one is Hiei ready to die for Kurama just to save him in Dark Tournament and Kurama always worried with Hiei. I really love Kurama in Yukina's mission too, the anime really did a good job. I missed him being in there in the manga.

Oh, so many, I think all the KuraHi's love is the anime's fault. These are my 3 favorite anime fillers:

Three Kings Saga

Episode 107

When Hiei tells Mukuro that there's no such thing as friends in the Tournament, that everyone is an enemy, Mukuro is like "is that so?" and glances at Kurama. She knows!!!!

Episode 108

After Kurama beat Shigure and ended up passing out, all of his friends immediately rushed to his aide. But, Hiei kinda had to ask Mukuro's permission. When she turned her back, he didn't think twice and ran off as fast as he could!😂

Episode 111

I think that's a classic! The scene where Hiei gives his hiruseiki stone to Kurama, and he pranks him. 😂

There's also an exclusive manga chapter (Chapter 045. "Battle at 'Hell Housing Development'!!") that I like very much.

After the Four Saint Beasts Arc, Yusuke and Kuwabara are completely worn out, weaker than an average human. Some youkai start to impersonating them, but Hiei doesn't wanna help. Kurama teases him so much, it's so hilarious: "Yusuke will lose to small fry youkai, but what do you care? He already beat you after all". Kurama is so smart manipulating him to aid Yusuke. Hiei's angry reaction is so cute.

#Kurama #Hiei #Yu Yu Hakusho #KuraHi

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cherry-pyon · 1 year ago

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The four seasons of

Mankai Company

Synopsis: Things escalated quicker than you can process but luckily it ended well, for now. The four of you are on a mission to find new members, form the first troupe, and bring it to Furuichi until sunset or else the demolition of your father's agency will continue! Although you and your big sister are sure to find one, or two if you're lucky enough, is it just easier said than done? Or you'll be able to hold the title of 'The Saviour of Mankai Company'?

⚠️Reminders⚠️:

May contain incorrect grammars (English is not my first language)

Will follow the manga, but there will be a lot of changes

Different flow of story due to two protagonists (you and Izumi)

Reader is 16 while Izumi is 24 (not canon but is considered)

Fem!reader

Long ass series so I won't blame you if you get bored the first time you look at it

P.s: A3! Characters are legally and respectfully owned by Liber Entertainment Inc. and I do not claim them. I only own the changes in the plot of the story.

|☆Chapter 1| |☆Chapter 2|

Chapter 111:

Spring is...back?

You're trying to catch your breath. Both of your hands are now gripping tightly in your sling bag as you stand still beside a lamp post where your big sister holds onto for dear life. Your chest huffs and puffs and continues to seek for air to fill your deprived lungs

"Nee-san, are you sure we can find new members here?" It's the first thing you said before she looked up to you. You can see her drained face like the life inside of her has been sucked out, her grip is still on the lamp post as she motioned her other hand to wait for her answer. "I told you to slow down! I almost tripped on my feet earlier, you know!" you scolded your big sister, to which she just laughed off as her way of apologizing between her nonstop pants. The two males had just finished catching their breaths and are now looking concerned at the two of you

"Is she-"

"She's okay, Matsukawa-san, sorry for making the two of you worry" You swiftly turned your whole body to them with a reassuring smile whilst your hands are kept behind your back and bowed respectfully for causing such a ruckus, right now you're trying to distract them from your sister—who's now at the verge of dying but she can't just die yet, you still have a mission to accomplish!

A few minutes had passed, you decide to look behind your shoulder when your big sister finally replies to you, "Trust your big sister on this, (Y/n). I promise you I'll do the best that I can!" She proudly said with her hand pressing on her chest

"Ahhhh, this will save our agency!" Matsukawa cried out of happiness, the other boy couldn't hide his smile while he looked at the two of you

Now that you remember it, haven't the two of you met before arriving at the theater? You were confused as to why he acts as if you weren't there, you felt a pain in your chest as you dramatically closed your eyes while your lips formed a pout, you were lost in your own thoughts until you heard a familiar voice near you

"Hey! I'm sorry I couldn't find the perfect timing to talk to you earlier, but I'm so glad that we met again!!" You heard his cheery voice, the one that held so much passion earlier on stage, you opened your eyes and turned your head to your side, your eyes met his that matched the color of his beautiful dark-pink hair, together with his lovely smile that illuminated an exact replica of how each and every flowers bloom every time spring season arrives. He held so much joy that you can feel yourself hallucinate cherry blossoms blooming around his face, just like the first time you met

"I also couldn't find the perfect timing to talk to you, but I'm also glad to meet you again. I was also surprised to find out that we're actually going to the same location" you curved your lips into a small smile; a gentle one, he chuckled to your reply, "I was really surprised I saw you from the audience! How's my performance?" He was quick to switch the topic as he cannot wait any longer for your comment. "It was good! The talking parrot surprised me for a bit but you're good at acting, I think you just need some more experience and also members" his cheeks slightly turned pink and thanked you upon hearing your personal remark, he didn't know but just hearing it from you makes him feel like he doesn't need anyone's comments anymore; yours is the only acceptable one, but he brushed it off as he thought that's a bit too selfish to think about for someone he just met

Izumi clapped her hands to gain the other three's attention, to which she successfully did. "Come on now, everyone. There's no time for us to feel safe" she starts to walk away and motions her hands to follow her steps, "We have to find new members, we can't let him know we're just lying!"

And with that, you heard the manager scream as if his life was going to end now, actually, you knew this was coming so you covered your ears, you can't help but to look around after that, seeing lots of eyes looking at him weirdly for causing such a scene

"W-WHAT?! L-LIE? IT WAS ALL A LIE?!"

"It was more like a street act than a lie" your big sister pouts her lips in pure disappointment as he corrected him, I mean it shattered her heart knowing that thing wasn't considered a top-tier acting even though the first time she acted was in elementary

You averted your eyes from the two males, you know very well you're your big sister's accomplice because this feels more like a crime than a lie

"S-so our agency will actually be demolished?" You turned your head to the dark-pink haired boy-that-you-still-don't- know-the-name-until-now-because-it-kept- slipping-out-of-your-mind as his voice cracked, 'He's about to cry, nee-san! It's all your faulttt' you can see how his eyes attempted to tear up. The manager crouched down as he kept crying, not giving care about the people who came across him in this state

"We have to find new members to cancel it" Your big sister begins to look around for someone who looks interested in acting, "I don't think you can find someone who wants to act just by looking at their clothes and their aura alone, nee-san, that's called being judgemental" your sister tried to ignore your words as she kept her eyes on the lookout and her lips whistling as if to block your voice. "Nee-san!" You shouted as she began to sneak away from you and you caught her in action, "Don't act like you didn't hear me!" She tried to laugh it off but you gave her an unimpressed look

"I don't know what I can do, but please let me help too!" The boy politely interrupted as he openly rests his hand to his chest, 'Well atleast we have another help' you sighed in relief. Your sister, on the other hand, cooed at the boy's offer as she dramatically wiped a non-existent tear from her eyes, her hands clasped together and she approached the said boy

"What a sweet boy!" She unexpectedly ruffled the boys' hair, to which surprised the latter. Then she was quick to switch to pinching both of his cheeks which earned an uncomfortable groan from him, you tried to hide your laugh as the poor boy from your sister's grasp was trying his best to seek help. She stopped as she apologized to the boy who had his cheeks puffed up red and swollen

"Ah! By the way, I'm Tachibana Izumi and this is my little sister Tachibana (Y/n), what's your name?" She asked, atleast it didn't slip through your sister's mind, she saved you from it, you scooted closer to your sister as you mumbled a small, "It's nice to meet you"

"My name is Sakuya Sakuma. "Saku" as in "Bloom" Nice to meet you!" He happily bowed just like you did

Now that everything is settled, in the meantime, and now that you finally know his name, all you can worry about is how you and your big sister will find new members and bring it to Furuichi by sunset. You think that the three of you are depending on your big sister, but you don't want her to take all the responsibility, you're also here for a purpose, and you don't want your sister to take all of the problems and burdens and keep it to herself, you want to prove that she can also depend on you when it comes to situations like this. And with that, you decided that it's time for you to speak up and let them hear your own suggestion

"I think that if we need new members, we need to promote the agency. We need to start by showing them what we can provide and what makes the Mankai Company better than the others!"

"That's a great idea! What can the Mankai Company provide?" Your little sister happily agreed with your idea and turned his attention to Matsukawa, this of course boosts your pride as you can't help but smile so idiotically, you just wished someone won't catch you in the act for this kind of concerning behaviour

"The Mankai Company provides a personal dorm for members, and they get to eat my cooking, two times, day and night!!" Matsukawa proudly replied, atleast now he can show off how good of a cook he is

"Well that doesn't seem too bad now, is it? Let's proceed with that!" Izumi hummed in agreement, feeling really motivated, "Lil sis, you'll be the interviewer and we'll be managers in charge of the auditions, okay?" She added, which horrified you. "What?! Why me?!" You whined as you tried to protest, but to no avail, your big sister doesn't let this one slip out and ignores your childish cavil. You simply just moved on about it as you had no other choice but to do it, it's for the sake of your father's agency, although you're a bit too hesitant to go all the way just for it to be saved, you know your sister's true to her words when she told Furuichi just how persistent she is at cancelling the demolition, and you don't want to crush all of her hardworks. It won't be for too long, so trust your big sister on this

"The recruitment for Mankai Company starts now! And the audition for new members will start" You purposely made your voice a little bit louder than normal so you would successfully gain the attention of random passersby. Although, given this to be your first ever street act, you can't avoid the shakiness and cracks of your voice, making you more embarrassed than you were before, it cringed you honestly, but you're ready to take risks, just for the agency to be in peace

"First! My name is Sakuya Sakuma, seventeen years old!" His voice came out shaky too, it seems like no matter how hard he tries to act very confidently, his actions do the opposite effect and he hates it, he wants to show everyone how exciting and how fun performing can be but he guessed maybe now's not the right time, not when he still lacks experience

The street act went smoothly, in your perspective, you know very well the passersby are in complete contrast with your view, about your own story, and even though you get strange looks from random people, you've begun to grow tired of others misjudging you at first glance

"What's that?"

"Oh my, that looks awful"

"Is that supposed to be a street act?"

"Is it a part of a punishment game?"

You can see how your sister's face gloomed, which worsened the supposedly lively and cheerful mood you all had, "Oh...no one even gathered around us" It was like you both could read each other's minds and decided to drop the act right after she saw how ashamed you must have felt while looking around, seeing no one took any interest in your performance (except for one). You risked your dignity and sanity for this and yet no one was there to even watch it longer? Not fair, not fair at all

The streets were back to normal, almost as if nothing had happened. You silently walked out from the rest, looking around to examine the structures of different shops, you noticed a sidewalk, a bit higher than the street you were into so it's clearly above. It was right in front of you in a small alleyway, just between two tall shops. There, you noticed a single person leaning their arms on the sidewalk's pavement fence, is he looking at you? Maybe? But if he's focused on you then, maybe he's interested, it feels like he's been there for a while, but oh well! It won't hurt to try and ask so you let your feet lead your way to the strange guy

'Let's just hope he likes acting'

"Excuse me, are you perhaps interested in acting?" You went in the alleyway on the other side of the road as you raised your head to look up to him, he was startled for a bit when you started talking to him—his cheeks slowly burning and a dust of pink can be seen if you pay close attention

"E-ehh? Uhmmm.." his lips moved a little but his voice can't be heard, it seems like he was mumbling something to himself but you can't really hear it because of the distance between you and him

"Maybe you saw our performance, or maybe not, but right now we're in desperate need of new members-"

"(Y/n)! What are you doing over there?" You were quick to turn your head when you heard your sister call you out, they crossed the road to get to you and were curious to know who you were talking to just now, you are about to explain when Sakuya spoke

"Eh? Masumi-kun? Aren't you Usui Masumi-kun?" He was the first to initiate a conversation with the mysterious guy

"Do you guys know each other?" It was your big sister's turn to ask, and Sakuya was quick to nod in response, also humming with it

"We never talked to each other before, but he is my underclassmen" Sakuya gave out a cheerful smile, while the guy who's named Masumi was much more doing the opposite: he was frowning as he holds the headphones dangling from his neck, attempting to put it back on as he observed us from above

"Who?"

"Masumiiii!" He fake cried, expecting to get Masumi to feel guilty but he felt no remorse at all

"Uhmm..Masumi-kun, if you're interested, why don't you try to join?" Izumi offered, clasping both her hands on the side of her face as she tilted her head to the side, willingly waiting for either his refusal or approval. It went silent for like five seconds before he could muster up the energy for an answer, or rather another question

But before that, he held onto the fence really tight and hopped over it and did a stunt you all didn't expect, you had a mini heart attack from what he did because it was kinda high and it's scary but you're left amazed and impressed at the same time

"Is she also a member?" He was surprisingly calm right after he did that scary stunt. He averted his gaze from everyone else but he kept stealing glances at you every second. Surely, he doesn't want you to feel uncomfortable by his eyes slowly burning a hole through you from all of that gazing and glancing. You don't know but your sister can smell something fishy going around, and she's certain that she can't just let it slide

"Eh?? Oh kids these days..." She sighed at herself while clicking her tongue in disapproval, but the only thing that didn't match her overall behaviour was her smile creeping up, you weren't too happy about it, I mean your big sister is back to being that typical aunt that likes to ship you with almost every boy he met, not to mention her being too similar to that one aunt you both have in your hometown

"Nee-san, you're acting way too similar to auntie Rina" you joked, while giving her the 'I'm tired of this stuff, Nee-san' look, she only replied to you with a knowing smile, thinking that you're just acting too shy about it

"I don't know about that Mas-"

"What are you talking about?! She's one of our boss! Both of them are our directors!" Matsukawa interrupted, which was unexpected and it surprised the two of you because he had been real quiet after that horrible street act

'I haven't even agreed to join yet' Izumi thought but she realized it was too late to back out now, she hopes this won't be too hard of a job

"I will join if she's there" He finalized his words with a quick glance at you, which you didn't quite catch but your big sister was quick enough to nudge your shoulder and tease you

"Really? You'll join?!" Sakuya was too happy to care about how harsh Masumi is to him, he was quick on his feet to run towards him

"I don't care about you"

"That's true, but I'm happy!" He tried to hug him but he was quick to dodge and grabbed Sakuya's hair, pushing him down as Sakuya tried to fight back by grasping his arms

"You hear that (Y/n)? He's so sweet, that boy is sweet"

"Nee-san, pleaseee" you whined, not really in the mood for things such as this

Izumi was having fun teasing you about it, Masumi can't stop looking at you, Sakuya and Matsukawa are way too busy celebrating and here you are, trying your best to stay calm and composed

'What should we do? I didn't even decide to join yet' You bit your lip as you felt your anxiety rising up, can you really handle such a big responsibility?

'But he's our newest member, it feels bad deceiving him, but I guess I should keep it in me for now'

"Entry no.2: Masumi Usui, sixteen years old, my hobby is listening to music, and my reason to join Mankai Company is to support the director"

And right after that, girls swooned around him, completely blocking him from the others, you can see how he's trying his best to break free, which he successfully did, but the girls were still busy sticking to him like some leech, squealing and screaming then and there

"Masumi-kun is so cool!!" Sakuya exclaimed in awe, too stunned with how much effect Masumi has on the girls

"He's well composed, and he's incredibly good" you mumbled as Matsukawa hummed in agreement

It was obvious how irritated he is, with the way his eyebrows furrowed as he looked behind him where the girls were, and it was obvious how his mood quickly changed from irritated to head-over-heels. You swear you're starting to think if this was some sort of prank or act

"Really?"

"EEKKK!" You swear you felt your life was sucked out of you when he suddenly popped out in front, he mumbled out a worried "Sorry" before patiently waiting for your reply

"How's my performance?"

"It was good!"

"Did I do well just now?" You can hear how desperate he is for your answer just by his tone

"Your performance was outstanding-" Matsukawa decided to join in, but was quickly cut off by Masumi himself

"I'm not talking to you" He shot a glare to Matsukawa before taking all of his attention back to you

"Yes! Yes! Just continue doing that!" You replied back, feeling too bad about the manager's cries of sorrows. But honestly, you don't know anymore, you exhaled right after he blushed at your comments and left the scene. Right now you're trying to regain who you are the seconds before the incident. Izumi tried to cover her mouth and keep herself from laughing way too loud, you glared at her as you tried to cover your blush from the close proximity with him minutes ago. You're having a hard time differentiating what's true and what's not

"That was a good performance, Masumi-kun" Your big sister clapped her hands to gain the attention of the two boys across the street, Masumi politely thanked your sister, completely ignoring Sakuya who kept complimenting his performance

You were too relaxed knowing that you found another member that the deadline had slipped out of your mind, you reminded everyone as they came to realization except for Masumi who was a bit confused, but you'll explain the rest later and right now, all of you should run right now because time's running as well. You can see the station where you and your sister came from (Ch.1) and you caught a glimpse of a familiar person who just turned

"Nee-san! I know just the right person to find" you ran off, completely ignoring their calls because you might be too late to stop him

"Hey, (Y/n)!" Izumi groaned when you were nowhere to be seen, she began to panic about the thought of you getting lost because both of you are unfamiliar with this place

"Don't worry, I'll follow her" Masumi dashed away which left Izumi fumbling to find the right words to stop him

"Masumi-kun!" Sakuya was next to run. Izumi and Matsukawa— who were both being tagged into this mess had no other choice but to follow and run too

"PLEASE WAIT!" You don't care anymore, you don't care about attracting the attention of everyone who was there, he's the only last hope you have

"E-eh? Oh! It's you!" You were relieved he already recognized you, as you held onto your legs and pant uncontrollably, earning a worried look from the said male. It took you minutes for your breathing to be back to normal, maybe it'd be best if you never ran from the start

"You said you were looking for a dorm, right?!" He was confused at first but nods to your question

As you were about to introduce your agency, you were left astounded when you heard a familiar voice shouting not too far in front of the station

"PLEASE JOIN MANKAI COMPANY!!! WE PROVIDE DORM AND MEALS TWICE A DAY!!"

"Meals twice a day?!" It was more than enough for him to turn his head to find the source of this generous offer

'It seems like everyone managed to catch up' you sighed in relief as the blue-ish sky had slowly start to turn orange

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stiles-o-dylan24 · 2 years ago

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|| Jason x Aubree Marin || PLL Rewrite || TAGLIST || • AUBSON🎶 • SHIPS OF TGWP •

Season One

Chapter 1 - I'm Still Here

Chapter 2 - The Jenna Thing

Chapter 3 - To Kill a Mocking Girl

Chapter 4 - Can You Hear Me Now?

Chapter 5 - Reality Bites Me

Chapter 6 - There's No Place Like Homecoming

Chapter 7 - The Homecoming Hangover

Chapter 8 - Please, Do Talk About Me When I'm Gone

Chapter 9 - The Perfect Storm

Chapter 10 - Keep Your Friends Close

Chapter 11 - Moments Later

Chapter 12 - Salt Meets Wound

Chapter 13 - Know Your Frenemies

Chapter 14 - Careful What U Wish 4

Chapter 15 - If at First You Don't, Succeed, Lie, Lie Again

Chapter 16 - Je Suis Une Amie

Chapter 17 - The New Normal

Chapter 18 - The Badass Seed

Chapter 19 - A Person of Interest

Chapter 20 - Someone to Watch Over Me

Chapter 21 - Monsters in the End

Chapter 22 - For Whom the Bell Tolls

Season Two

Chapter 23 - It's Alive

Chapter 24 - The Goodbye Look

Chapter 25 - My Name Is Trouble

Chapter 26 - Blind Dates

Chapter 27 - The Devil You Know

Chapter 28 - Never Letting Go

Chapter 29 - Surface Tension

Chapter 30 - Save the Date

Chapter 31 - Surface Tension

Chapter 32 - Save the Date

Chapter 33 - Picture This

Chapter 34 - Touched by an 'A'-ngel

Chapter 35 - I Must Confess

Chapter 36 - Over My Dead Body

Chapter 37 - The First Secret

Chapter 38 - Through Many Dangers, Toils, and Snares

Chapter 39 - A Hot Piece of A

Chapter 40 - Let the Water Hold Me Down

Chapter 41 - Blond Leading the Blind

Chapter 42 - A Kiss Before Lying

Chapter 43 - The Naked Truth

Chapter 44 - CTRL:A

Chapter 45 - Breaking the Code

Chapter 46 - Father Knows Best

Chapter 47 - Eye of the Beholder

Chapter 48 - If These Dolls Could Talk

Chapter 49 - unmAsked

Season Three

Chapter 50 - It Happened 'That Night'

Chapter 51 - Blood Is the New Black

Chapter 52 - Kingdom of the Blind

Chapter 53 - Birds of a Feather

Chapter 54 - That Girl Is Poison

Chapter 55 - The Remains of the 'A'

Chapter 56 - Crazy

Chapter 57 - Stolen Kisses

Chapter 58 - The Kahn Game

Chapter 59 - What Lies Beneath

Chapter 60 - Single Fright Female

Chapter 61 - The Lady Killer

Chapter 62 - This Is a Dark Ride

Chapter 63 - She's Better Now

Chapter 64 - Mona-Mania

Chapter 65 - Misery Loves Company

Chapter 66 - Out of the Frying Pan, Into the Inferno

Chapter 67 - Dead to Me

Chapter 68 - What Becomes of the Broken-Hearted

Chapter 69 - Hot Water

Chapter 70 - Out of Sight, Out of Mind

Chapter 71 - Will the Circle Be Unbroken?

Chapter 72 - I'm Your Puppet

Chapter 73 - A Dangerous gAme

Season Four

Chapter 74 - A Is for A-l-i-v-e

Chapter 75 - Turn of the Shoe

Chapter 76 - Cat's Cradle

Chapter 77 - Face Time

Chapter 78 - Gamma Zeta Die!

Chapter 79 - Under the Gun

Chapter 80 - Crash and Burn, Girl!

Chapter 81 - The Guilty Girl's Handbook

Chapter 82 - Into the Deep

Chapter 83 - The Mirror Has Three Faces

Chapter 84 - Bring Down the Hoe

Chapter 85 - Now You See Me, Now You Don't

Chapter 86 - Grave New World

Chapter 87 - Who's in the Box?

Chapter 88 - Love ShAck, Baby

Chapter 89 - Close Encounters

Chapter 90 - Bite Your Tongue

Chapter 91 - Hot for Teacher

Chapter 92 - Shadow Play

Chapter 93 - Free Fall

Chapter 94 - She's Come Undone

Chapter 95 - Cover for Me

Chapter 96 - Unbridled

Chapter 97 - 'A' Is for Answers

Season Five

Chapter 98 - EscApe from New York

Chapter 99 - Whirly Girly

Chapter 100 - Surfing the Aftershocks

Chapter 101 - Thrown from the Ride

Chapter 102 - Miss Me x100

Chapter 103 - Run, Ali, Run

Chapter 104 - The Silence of E. Lamb

Chapter 105 - Scream for Me

Chapter 106 - March of Crimes

Chapter 107 - A Dark Ali

Chapter 108 - No One Here Can Love or Understand Me

Chapter 109 - Taking This One to the Grave

Chapter 110 - How the 'A' Stole Christmas

Chapter 111 - Through a Glass, Darkly

Chapter 112 - Fresh Meat

Chapter 113 - Over a Barrel

Chapter 114 - The Bin of Sin

Chapter 115 - Oh What Hard Luck Stories They All Hand Me

Chapter 116 - Out Damned Spot

Chapter 117 - Pretty Isn't the Point

Chapter 118 - Bloody Hell

Chapter 119 - To Plea or Not to Plea

Chapter 120 - The Melody Lingers On

Chapter 121 - I'm a Good Girl, I Am

Chapter 122 - Welcome to the Dollhouse

Season Six

Chapter 123 - Game On, Charles

Chapter 124 - Songs of Innocence

Chapter 125 - Songs of Experience

Chapter 126 - Don't Look Now

Chapter 127 - She's No Angel

Chapter 128 - No Stone Unturned

Chapter 129 - O Brother, Where Art Thou

Chapter 130 - FrAmed

Chapter 131 - Last Dance

Chapter 132 - Game Over, Charles

Chapter 133 - Of Late I Think of Rosewood

Chapter 134 - Charlotte's Web

Chapter 135 - The Gloves Are On

Chapter 136 - New Guys, New Lies

Chapter 137 - Do Not Disturb

Chapter 138 - Where Somebody Waits for Me

Chapter 139 - We've All Got Baggage

Chapter 140 - Burn This

Chapter 141 - Did You Miss Me?

Chapter 142 - Hush, Hush, Sweet Liars

Season Seven

Chapter 143 - Tick-Tock, Bitches

Chapter 144 - Bedlam

Chapter 145 - The Talented Mr. Rollins

Chapter 146 - Hit and Run, Run, Run

Chapter 147 - Along Comes Mary

Chapter 148 - Wanted: Dead or Alive

Chapter 149 - Original G'A'ngsters

Chapter 150 - Exes and OMGs

Chapter 151 - The Wrath of Kahn

Chapter 152 - The DArkest Knight

Chapter 153 - Playtime

Chapter 154 - These Boots Were Made for Stalking

Chapter 155 - Hold Your Piece

Chapter 156 - Power Play

Chapter 157 - In the Eye Abides the Heart

Chapter 158 - The Gloves That Rocks the Cradle

Chapter 159 - Driving Miss Crazy

Chapter 160 - Choose or Lose

Chapter 161 - Farewell, My Lovely

Chapter 162 - Till DeAth Do Us Part

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dramioneasks · 1 year ago

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Hi! I was wondering… is there any fic where Harry is really possessive of Hermione it can be just a possessive friend or secret crush and when he learns about dramione things go nuclear (?) or something like that.

THANK U 🤍

The Phoenix Potion by FedonCiadale - T, 111 chapters, Words: 237,679 - Twenty years after the battle of Hogwarts…. Harry is head auror and is worried about cases where Muggleborn children meet with accidents, Ron is a famous Quidditch keeper. Both haven’t talked to Hermione for ages and certainly not to her husband, Draco Malfoy. Narcissa Malfoy struggles with a curse, and Neville and Luna try to stay friends with all. The key to solving the problems may lie in the past, a time nobody really wants to revisit and some can’t.

Lost Souls of Nott Castle By: mezy - M, 44 chapters, Words: 125,761 - Everyone lost something in the war. Some of them lost everything. Hermione had nothing left. No family. No friends. Until she finds everything she ever needed amongst the most unlikely of people. Together they will face adversity, battle inner demons and navigate their futures. Rated M, EWE, Friendship, Romance, Action, Mystery, Dramione

Broken by inadaze22 - E, 37 Chapters - Draco felt something close to pity for the woman in front of him. While that disturbed him to no end, what really disgusted him was the fact that something had broken Hermione Granger’s spirit beyond recognition.

His Favourite Muggleborn by FranceHufflepuff - M, 15 chapters - 2004. Harry Potter could not help but stick his nose to where it doesn’t belong. He discovered that Hermione’s Slytherin friends had invented a powerful and advanced time-turner that could take someone back up to thirty years. He planned a raid at the Malfoy residence to confiscate it. He had a confrontation with a very angry Hermione Granger-Malfoy. A confrontation that led to an argument. An argument that led to yelling and fighting. And the exchange of spells led to her unconsciousness. She had travelled back in time and found herself in her childhood home with her parents, in her eleven-year-old self. She sobbed, realizing that she was no longer an adult, and Draco wasn’t around. She hated Harry Potter. After everything she did for him after she had forgiven him for abandoning her when she needed him the most, he still could not trust her judgment. He could no longer trust her, either, since she became friends with Slytherins and dated their schoolyard bully. She swore she wouldn’t be friends with him anymore. Not this time.

Once Lost but Found Again by Graendoll - E, 3 chapters - Draco left her bed in the middle of the night four months ago and they’ve been apart ever since. Frankly, he’s sick of it. *** “Draco Malfoy, stop behaving as though you’re an idiot. I know you have a brain in there. Please elect to use it.” “Good lord, Granger, are you ill? Did you just accuse me of having a brain?”

Familiar Taste of Poison - Shananigans10 - M, 12 chapters - Hermione, bookstore owner know-it-all is approached by the extremely wealthy and highly desired Draco in hopes that she will aid him with his research. Danger, uncertainty and passion ensues as Hermione is targeted by an unknown person who is threatening her very existance. Will she make it out alive? Dark!Harry non-con mentioned

The Promise By: JoJo4 - M, 16 chapters - Draco promised to return to Hermione, but two years later she has lost faith. When he finally he reenters her life, why is she left only with questions? Complete.

-Lisa

#palmarzubialde-blog #anti harry

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monster-hunter-comic · 11 months ago

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Monster Hunter Comic: Mami #111-112

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mjonthetrack · 1 month ago

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Chapter 111

The Fatu family sat in a tense silence, the weight of everything that had happened pressing down on them. Tasha’s manipulations, the chaos, the heartbreak—it was all too much to process. They were exhausted, on edge, and still wondering what was next.

The sudden chime of the doorbell cut through the stillness, making everyone freeze. They exchanged wary looks, expecting yet another confrontation, this time maybe from Tasha herself.

Jimmy’s heart sank at the thought. “She can’t be back here…” he muttered, already dreading the worst.

Chanté, her arms crossed tightly, let out a sharp breath. “If it’s her again, I swear…”

Jimmy stood, unwilling to wait, and made his way toward the door. He swung it open without hesitation, ready to face whatever—or whoever—was on the other side.

But when he opened it, he was taken aback. It wasn’t Tasha standing there. It was the assistant, the same woman who had delivered a package days ago. She looked nervous, almost scared, her wide eyes darting between the group.

She stammered out her words, looking unsure of herself. "I—I'm sorry to come by again... but... I think I can help you."

The room went silent. The words hung in the air, and the family exchanged confused glances.

Jimmy was the first to speak, his voice a mix of exhaustion and suspicion. “Help? How?”

Sefa raised an eyebrow, clearly skeptical. “Help us with what? After everything we’ve been through?”

The assistant stood there, looking even more nervous now, her hands trembling slightly. “I... I just think I can help."

The room stayed silent for a beat longer, before Jey spoke up. “What do you mean, help? What’s this about?”

The assistant cleared her throat and gave a quick nod. "I think I can help you. I... I just want to make things right."

The family looked at each other, uncertain of what to make of her. Jimmy’s face was a mixture of exhaustion and raw pain. He needed answers, needed something to cling to, but was too afraid to trust her.

Finally, he sighed, his voice quieter but filled with determination. “How? How can you help?”

She hesitated for a moment, her nervousness clear, but then nodded again, more firmly this time. "I think I can help you," she repeated, her voice almost a whisper.

And with that, the door closed behind her, leaving the family to process her brief words. The silence that followed was thick with doubt, but also a flicker of hope.

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Chapter 111

The tension in the room was palpable as the Fatu family gathered, hanging on every word from the assistant, who was standing nervously at the doorway. Her hands trembled as she spoke, her voice barely above a whisper.

"I’ve been watching," she started, her eyes darting around the room, as though making sure no one else was listening. "I’ve noticed the shifts with the guards and your team. There’s a gap, a moment when they let her go to the restroom alone... but they don’t realize it’s the one time she has a chance to break free. I—I think if you can find a way to sneak outside, you could get to the left wing."

She took a breath, steadying herself as she continued. “There’s a bathroom on the far side. I’ve seen her there before. If you wait for the light to flicker four times, that’s when you know she’s ready. It’s like a signal... a way for her to tell you she’s trying to get out.”

The room fell silent as the family processed her words. Jimmy’s chest tightened as he tried to make sense of it all. He wanted to believe, to trust that this could be the chance they needed to rescue Kami.

Sefa was the first to speak up, his voice low but firm. “How do we know this is real? How do we know she’s not just trying to make a mistake worse?”

The assistant bit her lip nervously. “I know it sounds crazy... but I’ve been watching. I know she’s been trying to leave, and this is her only chance. Please, I just don’t want to see her suffer anymore."

Chanté’s eyes narrowed as she crossed her arms, looking the assistant up and down. “And you think we should trust you? What’s to stop you from leading us into a trap?”

“I swear,” the assistant replied quickly, her hands shaking. “I’m not connected to Tasha. I just want to help. Please... this is the only way.”

Jimmy’s heart hammered in his chest as he turned to Jey. The twin locked eyes with him, his expression unreadable, but there was a flicker of understanding between them. They couldn’t afford to waste time.

“We’ll do it,” Jimmy said, his voice rough with determination. “We’ll get her out.”

The assistant nodded quickly, almost relieved. “You have to move fast. If you’re caught, there’s no turning back. But I believe this is her best shot.”

Without another word, the family sprang into action. Sefa and Jey moved quickly to secure the estate’s exterior, while Chanté and Jimmy worked out the best way to sneak around without raising suspicion. The urgency in the air was thick, as every moment felt like it could be the one that would either save Kami or put everything in jeopardy.

The assistant’s words echoed in Jimmy’s mind: Look for the bathroom light to flicker four times.

It was a simple signal, but it was all they had.

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Chapter 112

The Fatu family moved quietly, every step calculated to avoid detection. The shadows of the estate stretched long into the night as they made their way down the corridor, passing through the hallways with the utmost care. They had reached the left wing of the house—the area where they knew Kami was being kept—and found the window they’d been told about.

For twenty long minutes, they waited in silence, eyes fixed on the faint outline of the window. The only sound was the soft rustling of the wind outside and their own shallow breaths, the tension thick enough to choke anyone who might not be used to this kind of pressure. Each of them was poised, ready for anything.

But then came the sound that made them all jump, cursing under their breath in disbelief.

CRASH!

The window shattered violently. Glass exploded outwards, scattering in every direction.

"Shit!" Sefa swore, barely managing to throw himself out of the way in time as shards of glass flew past him.

Jimmy’s heart nearly stopped as he watched the figure of Kami emerge from the wreckage, her face wild with panic. She was looking over her shoulder, her eyes darting nervously, as if she expected someone to be right behind her. Her breath was ragged, her movements erratic. In one swift motion, she grabbed one of the fancy mirrors that had been hanging on the wall near the window and hurled it with all her might through the glass, shattering it open.

Kami took a shaky breath, stepping back as if bracing for the next blow. And then, in one fluid motion, she threw herself toward the opening. Her body launched forward like an offensive lineman, her arms and legs flailing, before she hit the grass below with a painful groan.

"Fuck!" Chanté hissed, sprinting toward the broken window, eyes wide with disbelief and urgency. "Kami!"

Kami’s face twisted with a grimace as she struggled to pull herself up from the ground. Her legs wobbled, her movements sluggish, but there was a fire in her eyes—a defiant spark that refused to die out. She was disoriented, but she was free. And she had made it this far.

"Help her!" Jey barked at Jimmy, who was frozen for a moment, his eyes locked on Kami's struggling form. His feet moved before his brain could catch up, and he sprinted toward her.

Sefa and Chanté were right behind him, the three of them working quickly to close the distance. But as they neared, Kami stumbled again, this time dropping to her knees, the weight of the stress and fear catching up with her.

Jimmy didn’t hesitate. He was there in a heartbeat, pulling her up with as much care as he could muster. He knew they had no time to waste. The sound of footsteps echoed in the distance, growing louder, signaling that the window breaking had not gone unnoticed.

"Shit, let’s go!" Jimmy hissed, his grip firm on Kami as he helped her stand.

Kami’s breath was ragged, and she looked up at him with wide, frantic eyes, but the relief was there too. She was alive, and for the first time in what felt like an eternity, she was with him again.

The family wasted no time in hustling her away from the scene, guiding her toward the waiting van. There was no slowing down now. No more fear. No more hesitation.

They had her, and nothing was going to tear them apart again.

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Chapter 113

As Jimmy and the others helped Kami toward the waiting van, the air was thick with urgency. They could already hear distant shouts and footsteps echoing down the hallway toward the shattered window. Their time was running out.

But just as they reached the edge of the property, a loud, frantic voice pierced the night air.

“Go! Run!”

They all froze, their heads snapping toward the sound.

The assistant—the one who had helped them earlier—was darting across the yard, her face pale and panic-stricken. She wasn’t supposed to be anywhere near the chaos, but there she was, breathless and desperate.

"You need to go!" she gasped, coming to a halt in front of them, her eyes wide with fear. "They're coming for her. You have to get her out of here, now!"

Jimmy’s heart raced. "What the hell are you doing here?" he growled, pulling Kami closer as if to shield her from any further danger.

She didn’t even flinch. Instead, her voice dropped to a frantic whisper. “Samoa… It’s the only place they won’t look. No one will expect you there.” She glanced over her shoulder, her eyes darting nervously. “If you want to lose them, that’s your best shot. But you have to leave now.”

The tension in the air was palpable. Jimmy’s brain was racing, trying to process the information as his instincts screamed at him to act. The Fatu family was already on edge, but they couldn’t afford to waste any more time.

“Get her out of here,” the assistant urged again, voice cracking with the weight of the situation. “They’re about to figure it out. If they find you, you’ll never be able to escape.”

Jimmy didn’t need to hear anything more. He nodded sharply at Jey, Sefa, and Chanté, signaling them to get ready to move. He knew this wasn’t the time to question her. She was their only chance at getting Kami out safely.

Without another word, the family quickly began to move again, helping Kami into the van. The assistant stayed by their side for a moment longer, eyes frantically scanning the area, but when she saw them starting to drive off, she quickly stepped back, disappearing into the night.

“We’ll figure this out,” Jimmy muttered under his breath, his eyes hard as he watched the estate grow smaller in the distance. “We have to.”

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Chapter 113

The van rolled quietly over the uneven gravel of the driveway, its headlights cutting through the dark of the Samoan night. Inside, the atmosphere was tense, thick with the weight of what they’d just escaped. The family, still shaken by the madness they'd left behind, moved quickly.

But Jimmy? He couldn’t bring himself to let go.

As soon as the van stopped, he was out the door, rushing to Kami’s side. She was unconscious, slumped in his arms as if her body had finally given in to the stress of everything that had happened. The whole world had seemed to crash down on her, and now she was out cold, her breath shallow.

None of the family said a word as he carried her into the house, his grip never faltering. He didn’t care about anything else. Not the house. Not the family. Not even the danger they were still running from. All that mattered was Kami.

He carried her to a guest bedroom, the one he’d claimed for the two of them, and as gently as he could, he laid her down on the bed. But there was no way in hell he was leaving her. Not like this. He wasn’t about to let the woman he loved lie there alone, especially after everything she’d been through.

Jimmy climbed into the bed beside her, his body aching, but he couldn’t care less. He needed to feel her close. To make sure she was still there.

He didn’t even care if anyone saw him. His brothers and Chanté could look at him with judgment or concern, but it wouldn’t change a thing.

Kami had been through so much, and he couldn’t stand the thought of her being alone. So, despite his exhaustion, despite everything weighing on him, Jimmy curled himself around her. His arm went around her waist, pulling her closer against him. Her body was still, but he didn’t care. He needed her. He needed to feel her warmth, to know she was alive.

He pressed his forehead against her temple, letting the tears that had been building in his chest finally fall. His breath was ragged as he whispered to her in the dark, his voice shaking. “I’m here, baby. I’m not leaving you. Not again. I swear it.”

The night stretched on, but Jimmy didn’t move. His body was sore from the chaos, his muscles aching from the adrenaline, but he wasn’t going anywhere. He stayed tangled in the sheets, holding onto Kami as if his life depended on it.

The quiet of the house around them did nothing to ease the storm inside him. He couldn’t stop replaying everything in his mind—the broken glass, her panicked eyes, the way she threw herself through that window like she was willing to risk it all to escape. But she hadn’t escaped. She was here now. With him.

And no one was going to take her away again.

He couldn’t help but press a soft kiss to her forehead, his heart heavy with a mix of relief and guilt. The weight of it all pressed down on him, but he didn’t care. She was alive, and he was with her. That’s all that mattered.

For the first time in what felt like forever, Jimmy allowed himself to close his eyes, breathing in the scent of her hair and the steady rhythm of her chest rising and falling against him. He didn’t know what the future held, but right now, he didn’t care.

He would protect her, no matter what it took.

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Chapter 113 – Samoa, West Wing

The rain outside tapped gently against the windows, the soft hum of ocean wind stirring through the curtains of the dark guest room. Everything was quiet.

Too quiet.

She hadn’t moved.

Not once.

Kami lay still on the bed, her breathing soft and shallow, her body completely spent from what she’d endured. Draped beneath the white sheets, she looked small, fragile, like a ghost of herself—barely there.

And Jimmy was curled around her like he was trying to hold onto that ghost.

The room was dim, a single lamp casting gold across the corner, and yet the shadows stretched long and heavy. Jimmy hadn’t slept. He hadn’t eaten. He hadn’t said a word to anyone since they made it back to Samoa.

He just lay there with her. His forehead pressed against her shoulder. One hand lightly on her stomach like he was afraid she might disappear if he didn’t touch her. Like he’d wake up and she’d be gone all over again.

Tears had dried and returned and dried again. His face was still damp from the last wave, but he didn’t care.

He wanted her back.

Not like this. Not silent. Not still. Not unconscious and cold.

Back.

The ache in his chest didn’t go away. Not even here, in the country of his blood, surrounded by family, surrounded by peace. It was loud inside of him. Screaming.

Because she wasn’t holding him back.

Because she wasn’t calling him baby.

Because she wasn’t kissing him, or fighting with him, or making him laugh, or clutching his hoodie like she used to.

Because his woman was still out of reach. Right in his arms, but still gone.

He pressed his lips to her temple gently. He didn’t expect a reaction. Didn’t get one. But he whispered anyway.

“Please…”

His voice cracked in the quiet.

“I just want you back.”

And even though the storm had passed outside, inside Jimmy Fatu, the war hadn’t even begun to end.

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She stirred.

Barely. Just the smallest twitch of her fingers against the blankets, a sharp inhale like waking from a nightmare still halfway stuck in it. Jimmy froze where he lay beside her, his eyes wild with exhaustion and hope.

“Kami…?” his voice broke as he sat up quickly, leaning over her. “Baby, it’s me—I’m here.”

Her face twisted like it hurt to hear his voice. Her lashes fluttered weakly. Then she whispered, barely above a breath, “…you broke my heart.”

The words hit like a bullet.

Jimmy’s body jerked like he’d been shot, hands shaking as he tried to lean closer, desperate.

“No, no, please—please don’t say that—Kami, listen to me—none of that shit was true. I swear to God—I didn’t touch her like that, I didn’t love her—I only ever wanted you. Please—please believe me.”

She tried to turn from him. It was slow, sluggish, her body still too drained, but it was the attempt that shattered him more than anything.

“I can’t do this,” she muttered, eyes unfocused.

“Yes, you can. Please—let me fix this—I need you. Kami, you don’t understand—I can’t breathe without you. You’re my air, my life, my everything. I messed up—I know I did—but I never stopped loving you. I never could.”

The door burst open.

Jey stormed in first, eyes flashing. Chanté right behind him, followed by Sefa. All of them froze at the scene in front of them—Jimmy on the bed, looking broken beyond words, Kami just barely conscious and flinching away.

“What’s happening?” Chanté demanded, rushing over.

“She woke up,” Jimmy rasped, not even looking at them. “She thinks I chose her—that woman.”

Chanté’s eyes went glassy. “Kami, honey—you’re safe. That bitch lied. Jimmy didn’t—he never wanted her.”

“She’s still in shock,” Jey said, voice low as he eyed his brother. “You can’t expect her to hear you right now.”

Jimmy shook his head, crying silently now as he reached out but stopped himself short. “I just—I can’t lose her. I swear I didn’t do what she said. I swear on everything, I didn’t. She’s all I got.”

Kami’s breathing was shallow. Her eyes fluttered open again, dazed, unfocused, staring past him.

But not at him.

Still trembling, she whispered again, “You broke me.”

And this time, Jimmy couldn’t even speak.

He just bowed his head, body wracked with silent sobs, crushed under the weight of her words.

———-

“I didn’t lie to you,” Kami whispered through chattering lips, still trying to shift away from Jimmy. “I didn’t—fabricate what I saw…”

“You didn’t,” Chanté cut in fast, voice firm but gentle. She stepped in beside the bed, unlocking her phone and opening the saved files. “But what you saw—it wasn’t real either. It was manipulated.”

Kami’s eyes barely moved toward her, and Jey leaned forward too, flipping a tablet around with the same footage—only raw and untouched. “Watch this, Kam. No voiceovers, no weird angle cropping—this is what really happened.”

Jimmy was kneeling beside her on the bed now, face wet, voice shaking so hard it sounded like he was gasping for air.

“Please, Kami…please don’t shut me out again. Don’t leave me like that—I can’t take it, I swear I can’t. You walked out and it killed me, baby, every damn day since. I know I hurt you—I know—but that shit wasn’t real. I never gave her the love I had for you. Never. Not even close.”

Sefa knelt by the other side of the bed, his tone low. “She paid a deepfake tech, Kam. That woman was out for war. She made sure it looked like Jimmy was into her, but he wasn’t. We’ve got text records, timestamps, even a cease and desist her own ex tried to file on her.”

Chanté held up her phone again, her thumb scrolling through dozens of screenshots. “DMs between her and the fake PR team. Money transfers. Footage from a different angle—the night you saw that hotel footage? He wasn’t even inside the same floor. It was spliced.”

Kami’s breathing got sharp and uneven. Her hand trembled as she reached for the tablet, her movements slow, almost robotic.

And Jimmy—Jimmy was still down on his knees beside her, head against her shoulder, sobbing.

“Please, Kami. Don’t say it’s over again. I’ll spend my whole life making this right. I swear to God—I’ll never stop trying. Just…don’t go. Please.”

The screen reflected in her eyes as she watched—silent, unmoving. The real footage. The uncropped angles. The paid actress Tasha hired for the audio. The raw timestamp from Jimmy’s location data. All of it laid out like puzzle pieces she never thought she’d get to see fully.

And it showed the truth.

Jey stepped forward slowly. “She had a playbook. Target you. Break him. Destroy both.”

Silence.

Then Kami exhaled hard, her shoulders slumping. Her head dropped, and her lip quivered again. “You really didn’t…”

“No,” Jimmy croaked. “It was always you. Only ever you.”

She didn’t say anything.

But she didn’t pull away this time either.

And that tiny mercy had Jimmy folding into her like it was the last breath he’d ever take.

———

Kami stared at the tablet screen like it was a weapon—her eyes wide, glossed, darting between frames, timestamps, receipts. All the pieces slamming together, each one louder than the last.

And still… she shook her head.

"I don't—" Her voice cracked as her hands flew up to her temples. "I don’t know what to believe anymore."

She staggered back a step, then another. Her arms wrapped around her stomach like she was trying to physically hold herself together, lips trembling as her knees knocked slightly.

Chanté stepped forward, slow and calm, but Kami flinched like she'd been shot at.

Jimmy’s breath hitched. “Kami—baby, please…”

But she wasn’t looking at him now. She was staring into some void only she could see. Her voice turned small, fragile, hollow. “She made me hate you. She made me walk away thinking you’d—” She gasped, the sound breaking her own sentence. “I left you.”

Jey cursed softly under his breath, running a hand down his face.

Sefa reached out gently, but she shook her head again, backing away from all of them like her world was crumbling.

“I don’t know what’s real,” she choked out, tears slipping down her cheeks. “I don’t know what’s real anymore.”

Her legs finally gave, but Jimmy was there—catching her just before she could hit the floor. His arms cradled her tight, but this time she didn’t push him away. She sobbed into his chest, and he buried his face in her neck like he was anchoring himself to her breath.

“It’s me,” he whispered hoarsely, rocking her gently. “It’s real. I’m right here. We’re real.”

The rest of the room held still—watching two people fall apart, and maybe… begin to rebuild from the ashes.

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Chapter 114

He was already holding onto her like his life depended on it.

Jimmy’s hands gripped her arms, his voice cracking with every desperate plea that fell from his mouth. “Please don’t leave me again,” he choked out, the words falling between gasps. “Kami, please—I didn’t do this. I swear to God, I didn’t do this to us. She lied. She wanted to break us. You’re the love of my life. Don’t let her win.”

Kami had stood frozen for what felt like hours, her body locked up, her eyes wide with disbelief, barely keeping herself from falling apart. He was clinging to her, broken and panicked, like losing her again might kill him.

Then, without warning—she moved.

She threw herself into his arms.

It was like all the air in the room got sucked out. Jey, Chanté, Sefa—all watching from the doorway—went silent, their breath caught mid-throat.

For the first time in over a month, she wrapped her arms around Jimmy.

And then came the sound no one was ready for—Kami sobbing so hard her body trembled in his hold. “Why did she do this to us?” she cried, her voice hitting the room like lightning. “What did I do wrong?” She was shaking violently, fingers digging into his back as she collapsed into him. “Why is she getting away with this?She ruined our life—she ruined us.”

Jimmy held her tighter, his own tears spilling freely now, chest heaving as he tried to calm her down even though he was breaking too.

“I don’t know,” he whispered hoarsely into her hair. “I don’t know, baby. But I swear to you—I’m gonna fix it. I’m gonna fix everything.”

Her cries only deepened as she clung to him harder, raw and wounded, her voice small but filled with all the agony she had been carrying alone.

“I loved you so much,” she sobbed. “I still love you so much.”

Jey turned his face, jaw clenched, eyes red. Chanté’s hand flew over her mouth. Sefa stepped back, wiping his face like it might erase the way his chest was caving in.

This wasn’t a reunion.

This was the wreckage of war—love caught in the ruins, clawing its way out.

But she was in his arms again. For now, that was enough.

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Chapter 115

Kami's breath was still shaky as she clung to Jimmy, her body trembling against his. Her mind was reeling, and the confusion and guilt were overwhelming. The reality of everything—her pain, the betrayal, the chaos—seemed too much to bear.

“I don’t want this heartache with anyone else,” Kami whispered, her voice barely audible, like she was speaking only to herself. She slowly reached up, her hand trembling, and gently brushed the tears from Jimmy's cheek, her frown deepening as she studied him.

The motion was so tender, so full of regret, but it couldn’t mask the storm brewing within her. Her fingers lingered on his skin for a moment longer, as if she was trying to memorize the feeling of him, something she feared she might lose.

“If only we could go back,” she muttered, her voice breaking, her eyes filled with so much sorrow it felt like the world was crashing down on her all over again. “If only we could go back in time…”

Jimmy’s heart twisted painfully as he watched her, the depth of her sorrow sinking into him. He shook his head, desperate to make her understand. "Kami, I don’t care about the past," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "We’re here now, and that’s all that matters. What we have now, this moment—it's real. You’re not alone in this. I’m not going anywhere."

But Kami couldn’t stop herself. The weight of her mistakes, the years of silence, the lies—she couldn’t escape the shadow of it all. And she couldn’t stop herself from wishing things had turned out differently.

Her eyes closed as she let out a long, shaky breath, and the weight of exhaustion finally caught up with her. The battle in her mind was too much, and before she could say anything else, she slumped against him, her body going limp in his arms.

Jimmy held her tighter, feeling the warmth of her against him, the fragile weight of her exhaustion making him ache. He knew how broken she felt, how much she blamed herself, but he wasn’t about to let her pull away again. Not now. Not after everything.

He whispered her name softly, but she didn’t respond. She was already lost in a deep, restless sleep, her face still tear-streaked, but there was a sense of peace now. She was in his arms, where she belonged, and that was all he needed for now.

The world outside could wait. As long as she was with him, they would figure it out, piece by piece. But right now, in this moment, Jimmy couldn’t bring himself to think of anything but the woman in his arms, her heart breaking as much as his. And for the first time in what felt like forever, he allowed himself to hope, even if only for a second.

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Chapter 116

The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting shadows on the walls. The quiet hum of the air conditioning was the only sound filling the space as Jimmy and Kami were left alone, away from the chaos, away from the madness that had consumed their lives.

Kami laid beside him, her body pressed tightly against his. She could feel the heat of his skin, the steady rise and fall of his chest as he breathed. The weight of his presence, so familiar, so comforting, felt like a balm to her soul—but it didn’t erase the pain she carried with her. She closed her eyes, trying to savor this moment, trying to memorize the way he felt next to her.

Her fingertips lightly traced over his skin, like she was committing the sensation to memory. She was desperate, like she needed to hold onto him, to feel every inch of him as if she was afraid it might slip away at any moment. Her body was so close to his, their bare skin nearly touching. The only thing that separated them was the fabric of his Calvin Klein boxer briefs, a small, yet noticeable distance.

Her lip trembled as she tried to steady her breath, her emotions running wild beneath the surface. She didn’t want to show him how deeply broken she was, how much everything had crumbled around her, but she couldn’t stop the tears from welling up in her eyes.

“You didn’t hear, did you?” she whispered, her voice barely audible. She pressed her forehead against his chest, her breath catching in her throat. “My engagement... it’s ruined. My ring, gone. The choker... the chain... all gone.” She paused, her chest tight as she fought to keep her voice steady, but it shook in the quiet of the room. “I feel like I’m just a guest here now. I’m not yours anymore, Jimmy. I’m not what I used to be... I feel like I don’t belong with you.”

Her words hung heavy in the air, and she didn’t know if she even wanted him to answer. The sting of those lost symbols—her ring, her choker, the chain—reminded her of everything she had lost, everything that had slipped through her fingers. She had once felt like his, like she was exactly where she was supposed to be, but now? She wasn’t so sure.

The silence between them stretched on, the only sound being the shaky breaths she tried to control, but couldn’t.

Jimmy’s heart shattered as he listened to her words. She was hurting, so much more than he realized. He slowly turned, cupping her face in his hands, and gently lifted her chin so that she was looking at him. His thumb brushed away a stray tear as his eyes searched hers, full of pain and longing.

“Kami,” he breathed, his voice thick with emotion. “You are mine. You always will be. I don’t care about the ring or the chain or anything else. All I care about is you. You’ve never stopped being mine, and I’m not letting you go again.”

Her body trembled beneath his touch, but she didn’t pull away. She leaned into him, the weight of her exhaustion crashing over her once more as she closed her eyes. The tears didn’t stop, but her heartbeat started to slow, just slightly, as she melted into his embrace.

“I’m so sorry,” she whispered again, her voice breaking. “I’m so sorry for everything.”

Jimmy held her even tighter, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them. “You don’t have to apologize, Kami. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”

For a moment, there was nothing but the sound of their breathing in sync, the comfort of each other’s touch, as they clung to each other like lifelines in the storm of their own making.

And even though her heart still felt shattered, even though she still didn’t know how to fix everything, Kami allowed herself to believe that, maybe—just maybe—there was still a chance for them to rebuild.

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Chapter 117

Jimmy stepped into the study, still feeling the weight of the house’s silence around him. His father was already waiting, his posture stoic, but there was something different in the air—a quiet understanding between them, a shift in the dynamic that Jimmy hadn’t fully grasped until now.

His father didn’t waste time. He gestured to a small, weathered wooden box on the desk. “I think these belong to you, son.”

Jimmy’s brow furrowed, his mind racing with confusion as his father lifted the lid. His eyes widened in shock as he saw the familiar items inside—the engagement ring, the matching 00 chains, and the choker. It was everything he thought he had lost, everything he had thought was gone for good.

His heart hammered in his chest. “Where... How did you get these?” His voice was rough with emotion.

His father’s face softened, the weight of the moment heavy between them. “I knew she'd come back for you. I knew she wouldn’t stay away for long. And when she did, these should’ve been waiting for her. They belong to you and her. Not to anyone else.”

Jimmy stared at the items, each piece a painful reminder of everything he’d nearly lost. The love, the future, the promises. He reached out slowly, touching the engagement ring, the matching chains, the choker—the memories flooding him like a tidal wave.

For a moment, he couldn’t speak. The desperation that had consumed him these past weeks came rushing back, and he felt like he was drowning in it. But then his father’s words cut through the fog in his mind.

“You’ve lost enough already, Jimmy,” his father said quietly, his voice low but firm. “You don’t lose her too. Not without a fight. These,” he gestured to the items in the box, “they belong with her. They belong back with their rightful owner.”

Jimmy clenched his jaw, his heart a storm of emotions. His father was right. He’d spent too much time agonizing over what he’d lost, but he couldn’t do that anymore. He couldn’t sit by and let Tasha—or anyone—rob him of what was rightfully his. Kami was his future, and he wasn’t about to let her slip away again.

“Thank you, Dad,” Jimmy murmured, his voice cracking. “Thank you for keeping them safe. But... I’ve got to make this right. I can’t let her think it’s too late. I can’t let that bitch Tasha win.”

His father nodded, the weight of the words understood between them. “You fight for her, son. You don’t let anyone take what matters. And don’t let her think she has to fight alone.”

Jimmy stood up, the box now clutched tightly in his hands. His chest felt lighter, as if a spark had ignited inside him—a new resolve. He knew what he had to do.

With a deep breath, he turned on his heel and headed for the bedroom. He wasn’t going to waste another minute. He wasn’t going to let this be the end of them.

When he reached the room, Kami was still asleep, her breathing soft and steady, the weight of everything she had endured etched across her face. He could see the bruises, the scars she carried—on her heart and soul—but right now, she was safe. She was here, with him.

He set the box down on the nightstand and reached for the engagement ring. He didn’t even hesitate. Slipping it onto her finger first, he let it sit there for a moment, the cool metal a stark reminder of everything they had been through and everything they had yet to fight for.

Then, he carefully picked up one of the matching 00 chains, the one he knew had always belonged to them both. As he slid it over her neck, he felt the weight of it, the symbolism of their connection. The other chain, the one he’d worn for so long, was still around his neck—a reminder of everything that was still to come, everything he wasn’t going to give up on.

As he gently adjusted the choker around her neck, he whispered, “I’m not going to let you go. Not now, not ever.”

Kami shifted slightly in her sleep, her brow furrowing, but she didn’t wake. Jimmy took a deep breath, brushing the hair away from her face, before leaning down to kiss her forehead.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered, his voice raw with emotion. “But I swear, I’m going to fix this. I’m going to make it right.”

He stood there for a moment longer, watching her, feeling the weight of everything finally settle on his shoulders. The fight wasn’t over. It had just begun.

And he was going to win it—because he wasn’t about to let Tasha, or anyone else, ruin their lives any longer.

———-

Chapter 119

A week had passed since the dust began to settle, and the house now felt like a space of quiet healing. The tension was still there, but it was no longer suffocating—just a hum beneath the surface, a reminder of everything they had survived.

Kami wandered through the house, her steps more confident now. The others were scattered around, chatting and relaxing, but Kami wasn’t trying to make a scene. She was just... being.

As she passed through the living room, a subtle shift in the air caught her attention. The Fatu siblings were all lounging on the couches, but their eyes followed her movement in unison. Kami could feel their gazes, their quiet attention, but she didn’t meet their eyes at first. She couldn’t help it—her fingers automatically reached up to touch the choker resting against her neck, the familiar weight of the engagement ring resting on her finger.

For the first time in what felt like forever, she wasn’t hiding them.

Jimmy was nearby, sitting on one of the chairs, and without thinking, Kami slipped into his arms. She rested her head against his chest, her cheek brushing against his skin as she instinctively curled closer. The familiar, comforting warmth of his body was something she never wanted to let go of again.

She felt Jimmy’s arm wrap around her, and she heard the others behind them shift in their seats. Sefa was the first to speak, his voice surprisingly soft. "Look at you, wearing it all again," he remarked, his tone filled with a quiet understanding.

Kami hesitated for just a moment, then lifted her eyes to meet his. She could feel the heat on her face as she shyly tucked her head against Jimmy’s neck, hiding behind him just a little.

Chanté, sitting next to Sefa, caught the movement and smirked. "So, I guess that means you’re back to being officialnow?" Her teasing tone was warm, but there was a fondness there, too.

Kami bit her lip, glancing up at Jimmy, who gave her a small smile. It was all so... normal. They hadn’t had much normalcy lately, but this moment felt like a little piece of it, a small victory.

Jimmy glanced down at her, then back at his siblings, his voice steady. “Don’t push it. We're still figuring things out.”

Kami shook her head, her hand stopping over his shoulder as she straightened up, her gaze unwavering as she met his eyes. “No,” she said, her voice the most confident it had sounded in weeks. “We’re together, Jimmy. We’re together.”

The words hit him like a wave, and before he could process, Kami looked up at him, her heart heavy but hopeful. “I love you,” she whispered, the truth hanging between them, the weight of everything finally easing as she said it out loud.

Before Jimmy could respond, her phone buzzed in her pocket. She pulled it out absentmindedly, glancing at the screen. A flood of notifications hit her, and her eyes widened as she saw the number of views and reactions.

Her story had gone viral.

She hadn't meant for it to—just a quiet post of a close-up of her choker and engagement ring. But the fans had noticed. Her followers had noticed. Comments flooded in, messages pouring in from people who'd been rooting for her and Jimmy all along. Some congratulated them, others expressed their happiness, and there were even a few "I knew it!" posts sprinkled in. It was overwhelming, and yet somehow... comforting.

Kami’s heart skipped a beat as she glanced at Jimmy. “It’s everywhere,” she murmured, half-amused, half-shocked by the speed at which things were spreading.

Jimmy looked down at her phone, and his lips tugged into a smile. “You know the internet loves drama. But we don’t have to let it define us.”

Kami smiled, feeling the warmth of his words settle into her chest. “No. We don’t.”

Sefa chuckled from the couch, shaking his head. "See? Told you she wasn't going anywhere." He tossed a playful glance at Jimmy, but there was no mistaking the pride in his voice.

Chanté raised her eyebrows, glancing at the screen over Kami's shoulder. "Well, it looks like the world agrees with you two. About time."

Kami felt a small surge of relief, the weight of the world shifting just slightly. She squeezed Jimmy’s hand, her thumb brushing over his ring as she pulled him close.

“Don’t worry,” she said softly, her voice quiet yet firm. “We’ll figure this out. Together.”

And for the first time in a long while, she truly believed it.

———

Chapter 120

The evening had settled into a quiet, peaceful rhythm. The house was calm, the soft hum of the television filling the background as Jimmy and Kami sat on the couch, their bodies nestled close together. It had been a long day, but for the first time in a while, they found themselves just being. No drama, no interruptions—just each other.

Kami rested her head against his shoulder, her fingers lazily tracing the lines of his hand as they watched the movie unfold. She could feel the heat of his skin, the steady rise and fall of his chest, and it soothed her in a way nothing else could.

The world outside their little bubble seemed distant, like a mere memory. It was just them, together.

But then, Kami’s gaze shifted. The movie continued on, but her mind seemed to wander somewhere deeper. Her fingers stilled against his, and she gently lifted her head to look up at him. There was something different in her eyes—something serious, yet tender.

Jimmy caught her shift in energy, turning his head to meet her gaze. He felt a shift too, a change in the air between them. He tilted his head slightly, his lips curling into a small, curious smile.

"What is it?" he asked softly, his voice filled with affection.

Kami hesitated for a moment, as if weighing the gravity of her next words. She swallowed, her heart pounding slightly, but she knew this was right.

Slowly, she leaned in, her lips brushing against his in a kiss that held all the weight of everything they’d been through. It wasn’t desperate or rushed. It was slow, lingering, and full of emotion. The kind of kiss that felt like a promise—a vow—without a single word spoken.

When she pulled away, her heart was full, but the words were now spilling from her lips without hesitation.

“I don’t want anything robbed from us any longer,” she whispered, her voice steady but full of purpose. “I want us to get married, Jonathan. I won’t change my mind. I love you, and I want my man back.”

The words hung in the air between them, a stark contrast to the chaos that had defined so much of their past. Kami’s voice was unwavering, a declaration of everything she had once feared, but now fully embraced.

Jimmy’s breath hitched at her confession. The weight of her words settled over him, and for the briefest moment, he couldn’t find the words. His chest tightened, and he reached for her hand, squeezing it gently. His heart raced, but it wasn’t out of panic—this was the kind of panic that only love could create. The kind that came with the realization that what they had, what they were building, was worth everything.

“Are you sure?” he finally whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

Kami nodded firmly, her eyes locked onto his, her hand coming to rest over his chest. “I’m sure. I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”

For a long moment, neither of them spoke. The words, the weight, and the promise of the future were all there, and it was enough. It was more than enough.

Jimmy’s lips found hers once again, a kiss that was soft but full of all the love he had been holding onto for so long. He pulled away after a moment, his eyes shining with unshed emotion.

“You’ve got me, Kami,” he murmured, his voice thick. “For life. And I’m not letting go.”

———

Chapter 121 – Cloud Nine

Jimmy hadn’t moved for a solid minute.

He stood in the hallway like he’d been hit by lightning, Kami’s words still replaying in his head on a loop.

I want us to get married, Jonathan. I won’t change my mind. I love you and I want my man back.

The air felt lighter. His skin tingled. His heart was racing. He blinked like he needed to reset reality.

Then he turned on his heel and ran—literally ran—down the hall until he found his brothers in the kitchen, damn near knocking over a stool.

“She said she wants to marry me,” he blurted out, chest rising and falling. “She said she loves me. And she wants me back. She meant it.”

The room went still. Then Jacob let out a low whistle, Jey blinked like he didn’t believe it, and Sefa set his cup down with a grin.

“Well, it’s about damn time,” Sefa said, smirking.

“She said it?” Jey asked. “Out loud?”

“Out loud,” Jimmy nodded, pointing at his chest like it still hurt. “Look at me. I can’t breathe. I feel like I’m floating.”

“You look like a big ass Disney prince,” Jacob laughed.

Jimmy didn’t even argue. He grinned wide, leaning back against the counter like the weight of the world had finally slid off his shoulders.

“She wants to marry me,” he said again, dazed. “She really still wants me.”

—

The rest of the day was different. Jimmy had a pep in his step, all swagger and sunshine. He was humming old R&B under his breath, sneaking little glances at Kami whenever she walked by. The man was giddy. Ridiculous. Whipped in 4K.

And Kami?

She was glowing.

Silk robe wrapped tight, choker snug against her throat, her 00 chain glinting when the light hit. Her laugh was back—real and soft—and her eyes? No longer weighed down with storm clouds.

When she passed Jimmy in the hallway, she slipped her fingers into his, just for a second. His heart leapt.

Later that night, when the house got quiet and the family was spread out, Kami curled up beside him on the couch. He had nothing on but his Calvins and a white tee, and she slid into his space like it was always hers.

She pressed her lips to his neck, slow and steady.

“I missed you,” she whispered. “This. Us.”

Jimmy pulled her onto his lap without a word, his hands flat on her back, holding her like she’d vanish again if he let go.

“I’m not letting anyone take you from me again,” he said, voice low. “Ever.”

Kami’s fingers traced his chain. “You promise?”

“I swear it.”

They stayed like that for what felt like forever, tangled and quiet, until her voice broke the silence again—barely above a whisper.

“You ready to start over?”

Jimmy kissed her temple.

“Not start over,” he said. “Finish what we never got to.”

Meanwhile…

Her story hit Instagram like a bomb.

No caption. Just a close-up—her neck, the infamous choker snug in place. The matching 00 chain shining right above it. Her collarbone glowed, bare and defiant.

Comments exploded.

“Wait—IS THAT THE CHOKER?!” “SHE WENT BACK HOME.” “Don’t play with me, I’m crying over this story.” “You know Jimmy somewhere passed out grinning.”

And yeah—he was. In real life, she was curled into him again. In real time, she was his again.

He wasn’t dreaming anymore.

———

Chapter 122 – Pull Up

The post went up just after midnight.

@Kami.SZN: “If you love us, pull up. Tomorrow. 2PM. No questions.” [location: Alofa Cove, Samoa]

Attached was a photo of nothing but ocean waves, a white sand path, and a sleek sign that said: Private Resort – Invite Only.

No explanation. No hint. No promo. Just chaos.

By morning, the internet was in full meltdown mode. The fans, the friends, the stans, the doubters—everybody wanted to know what the hell was going on.

Meanwhile, back at the family house, Jimmy and Kami were all smiles and secrets. Jimmy had been buzzing since the idea was born, pacing the room, rehearsing in front of the mirror like he was about to perform for the Grammys. Kami was calm, almost serene, her gown laid out on the bed like it was sacred.

“I can’t believe we’re really doing this,” she murmured, brushing her fingers along the delicate white chiffon.

Jimmy wrapped his arms around her from behind, pressing his lips to her shoulder.

“I can. This time, nobody gets to take it from us.”

—

By 1:30 PM, people started pouring in.

The Fatu siblings were the first to arrive—Sefa in shades, Jey already irritated that nobody would tell him what was going on, and Jacob dead silent because he knew whatever it was had to be insane.

The resort was decked out. White roses, gold accents, a glistening aisle leading to a stunning open-air stage near the cliffside.

The cousins were confused. The siblings? Suspicious.

“Why we gotta dress up for a mystery invite?” Jey muttered.

Sefa smirked. “You mad ‘cause you wore loafers and still don’t know what’s goin’ on.”

And then—

BOOM.

The music cut. Lights flickered. And out walked Jimmy in a full tailored tux, diamonds on his chain and a glowing grin across his face.

The crowd gasped.

“What the hell?” Jacob mumbled.

Jimmy stepped up to the mic. “I told y’all no questions, right?”

The crowd started laughing, confused and buzzing with energy.

“Well, there’s only one reason to bring all the people you love to paradise, right?”

The lights cut again.

A beat. A pause.

And then—

A soft spotlight lit up the other side of the stage.

And there she was.

Kami.

Hair swept into a regal bun, her skin glowing under the Samoan sun, her white chiffon gown flowing behind her like wind and silk. She was breathtaking.

Strappy white heels. Her choker glinting. The matching 00 chain over her heart.

Her eyes locked with Jimmy’s.

The crowd. Lost it.

Gasps. Cheers. Screams.

Sefa damn near dropped his drink. Chanté clutched Jacob’s arm. Even Solo’s eyes went wide.

“No fucking way,*” Jey muttered, jaw slack.

Kami stepped forward, a smile tugging at her lips. “We said we didn’t want anything stolen from us anymore…”

Jimmy smiled right back, his voice catching. “So we decided to take it all back.”

The crowd rose to their feet, clapping, cheering, some people already in tears.

Because this wasn’t just a wedding.

It was a victory.

A declaration.

They had survived it all—and now, they were taking their forever back.

———

Chapter 123 – Back on Our Time

By the time Kami stepped onto that stage in her white chiffon gown, time stood still.

Not a soul moved.

Even the waves seemed to hush as she walked across the stage, eyes locked on Jimmy like there was no one else in the world. And him? He looked like a man watching a dream walk toward him—one he’d thought he’d never see again.

Sefa turned slowly to the others.

“...We at a wedding?”

Jey blinked hard. “We at his wedding.”

Solo: “Nah. What the hell is happening—”

Jacob, hand over his mouth: “Yo.”

The crowd erupted as Jimmy stepped down to meet her halfway.

And when he took her hand, the noise dimmed once more.

“I thought I lost you,” he said softly, holding her fingers like glass.

Kami shook her head, her voice quiet but firm. “You never did.”

The priest—someone flown in from the coast, old family friend—began the ceremony. But honestly? They barely heard a word. Jimmy and Kami couldn’t take their eyes off each other.

“I, Jonathan Fatu…”

“I, Kamilah Knight…”

The vows weren’t dramatic. They didn’t have to be.

But when Kami choked up mid-promise, Jimmy gently brushed her cheek, whispering, “I got you,” and the crowd melted.

When they kissed—finally, officially, without fear—it was like the world exhaled.

Married.

Jimmy grinned as he pulled back, hands still on her waist. “Told you I was gettin’ my woman back.”

Kami smirked through tears. “Told you I wasn’t changing my mind.”

The Afterparty: Chaos.

The island resort lit up like a damn movie set.

Cameras. Fireworks. Palm leaves lined with fairy lights. Rose petals scattered across the dance floor. Champagne popped left and right. Custom coconuts passed around like shots.

The internet? In flames.

The clip of Jimmy and Kami kissing hit the blogs within thirty minutes. Celebrities who weren’t even there were reposting it, writing captions like:

@ bardiB: “WAIT. THEY GOT MARRIED?? Nahhhh they so extra and I LOVE IT.” @ megtheestallion: “I’m in love with this love. This is how you shut everybody UP.” @ keke: “Somebody write the movie RIGHT NOW.”

The Fatu family?

Still recovering.

Chanté couldn’t stop fanning herself. “They did all this and didn’t say NOTHING?”

Jey just stood back sipping a drink, muttering, “This the wildest soft launch ever.”

Even Zilla called in from across the world, shouting on FaceTime, “Y’ALL MARRIED FOR REAL? Who approved this?!”

Meanwhile, Jimmy had Kami glued to his side all night.

She was barefoot by then, dress hitched up in one hand, curls undone and bouncing as they danced in the middle of the floor. He spun her. Dipped her. Lifted her up like it was his birthday.

He was glowing.

The pain was gone. The ache? Eased. They were back in their own world. On their time.

And when they finally slowed down, tucked away in the far corner of the party where the lights dimmed low, Kami pressed her forehead to his and whispered:

“We’re safe now.”

Jimmy kissed her again. “We’re home.”

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