#i still can’t spell their ship name to save my life

[anidealistatbestburntoutatworst]

so in my head there’s this soukoku au where chuuya is a sommelier and dazai accompanies him to the different little wine tastings he does as an excuse to spend quality time with him and despite dazai’s preference for other alcoholic beverages someway or another he ends up taste testing with his bf- that interaction would look like this:

chuuya: “so dazai,, what does it taste like?”

dazai *confused*: “wine?!”

chuuya: “… can you be a little more specific?!”

dazai *taking another sip*: “cold wine.”

chuuya *shaking his head and pouring himself more of this “cold wine” to put up with dazai’s silliness*

[nessa007]

reasons to love live action ariel/eric

they both love to collect things. ariel collects things from the above world and keeps them in her grotto. eric collects things from his travels on his ship/from the ocean and keeps them in his library. the scene between them in the library is truly everything 🥹🥰

ariel showing him there’s even more to the things he had collected, smashing the rock to reveal what’s inside it, blowing into the shell and eric is completely in awe of her knowing these things

eric is so drawn to the sea because he was washed up onto land from a shipwreck as a baby and taken in by the royal family. so the sea is basically where he came from, just like ariel. ariel rescuing him just makes him even more drawn to the sea/ariel.

they both feel somewhat trapped. eric in his castle feeling misplaced and like he has to be a perfect prince and ariel feels trapped in the ocean. they both just want to escape and believe there is so much more to life than where they currently are.

ariel finding the mermaid figurine in eric’s library and eric saying “my little mermaid” (i SCREAMED internally) 😭 which he then gave it to ariel to keep ❤️

ariel pointing at the aries constellation to show eric what her name is and eventually leading him to correctly say “ariel” to which he replies “that’s a beautiful name” this was the cutest thing and so clever and this moment just has me so giddy i can’t 🥹

ursula making ariel forget that she has to get eric to kiss/fall in love with her in order for her to remain human. so eric/ariel’s relationship is so much more genuine. like we saw eric was about to kiss ariel when they were lying on the boat during “kiss the girl” but ariel got nervous and sat up. ariel just wanted to see eric again when she became human and wanted to get to know him and find out more about him and his world and they ended up falling for each other because of who they are as people and how similar they are to each other

their HEIGHT DIFFERENCE 🙌🥰

when eric slightly touches ariel’s hand as she sings to him after she rescued him

eric getting his own amazing song, “wild uncharted waters” where he sings about not being able to forget about ariel and can’t get her and her voice out of his head (i’m obsessed the way they even feature ariel’s voice on the song… literal chills)

ariel saving eric’s life for the second time when she steers the ship into ursula. she remembers how to steer the ship from when she saw eric on his ship when she saw him for the first time the night she saved him from drowning

when they go off exploring on their day out and they have so much fun with the townspeople, dancing and just being free

then they come back to the castle after falling into the lake and they’re soaked and giggling while hiding from eric’s mother and grimsby

ariel wearing eric’s hat and then she so adorably puts it back on eric’s head as she walks off to her room and eric is so clearly smitten with her

the way eric’s feelings for ariel are so strong that even ursula couldn’t make them disappear despite him being under her spell. he still cared so much for ariel during this and asked where she was

“ariel. it was you all along. i should’ve known.” 😭

eric pleading for them to send out ships to go find ariel after ursula is killed

eric finding ariel’s blue dress in the ocean but then putting it back in the water because he feels she’s gone forever and there’s no way they can be together 💔

eric sitting alone on the steps of his castle thinking about ariel / ariel lying on the rock (when she’s back to being a mermaid) looking at eric’s castle

eric looking up and seeing ariel in her blue dress petting max and he hugs her like he can’t believe she’s real and ariel hugs him so tight and they finally KISSSSS 😭🥰

the two of them getting to go off exploring the world together at the end and are just free to be who they are and go where they want TOGETHER

i could write even more but this is all off the top of my head.

I LOVE THEM YOUR HONOR!!!!

[quiet-art-kid]

The grades I think I would get if I was in the pirate training program

Bbad spelling: 10/10 I would fucking ace that class. My spelling is so horrible that in fourth grade I was put in the “special class” for spelling. I can’t spell their properly for fuck’s sake, I always misspell it as thier. 

Basic burglary: 6/10 I think I’d be pretty good at stealing and even better at gaslighting the victims like “Where is your bracelet? I haven’t seen it. No, you didn’t put it on today. Oh, this? This was a gift from my cousin. Why does it have your name? It's a hand me down duh, my cousin has the same name as you. If you’re that upset about losing your bracelet, I can help you look for it, because I’m just that nice.”

Baseball: 0/10 I will activate my quiet, nerd, introvert cloak of invisibility (standing so still that adults forget I exist)  during all sports. It’s worked before, it will work again. 

Beginner Burping: 2/10 I could do it, just not very well.

Boarding an enemy ship: 1.5/10 - 6/10 This one sounds like it requires a lot of stamina and depending on if I’m in a more manic or depressive episode my grade would fluctuate.  

Dragon training: 1/10 I would have a bunch of fun debating my dragon about the meaning of life and free will. I would not train the dragon, I would educate them. My dragon would be able to do quadratics and tell you why true democracy can never work on a large scale, but would not be able to catch fish.

Frightening foreigners: 5/10 I can be scary when I want to be, however my brand of frightening is…different from the vikings. It would also require quite a bit of effort, half the time I’d just end up being a resting bitch face nihilist. 

Hammer throwing: 1.5 /10 I have been working out regularly, so I could probably pick up the hammer and toss it like ½ a foot in front of me, but not much more. 

Herding reindeer on dragonback: 3.5/10 I would be so-so at it (a bit below because I don’t love getting near large animals) 

Herding sheep: 4/10 I feel like sheep would be easier to get closer to. 

Hunting-With-Bows-and-Arrows-on-Skis: 1/10 I’m a shit archer but not a terrible skier (which would be the only thing saving me from a 0/10) 

Pointless graffiti: 8/10 I would get 2 points taken off for accidentally creating moving and meaningful graffiti. 

Robbery: 4.5/10: I am good at stealth and plans, but I can be clumsy. 

Senseless Violence: 5/10 I am not normally a violent person, but if need be I won’t hesitate to throw hands. My older brother would fight with me when we were kids for fun. I also have anger issues. 

Shipbuilding: 4/10 I would not follow the instructions but through sheer luck, determination, and will power would get a working boat, that is simultaneously an artistic masterpiece. 

Shouting: 1.5/10 I literally can’t raise my voice nine times out of ten because of my trauma. I’d also probably start crying in the middle of class. 

Spitting: 0/10 I’m not even trying on this one. 

Sword Fighting: 4/10 I’d be average at it (just slightly below)

Sword Fighting at Sea: 3/10 I’d be even worse due to the rockiness of the boat. 

Advanced rudery: 7/10 I …watch way too much r/roast me. 

Weaponry: 2/10 I’m not sure what this class entails but I doubt I’d be good at it. 

[evita-shelby]

I love your writing!!! I was hoping you'd write my request about Luca comforting your character Eva after a miscarriage?? If you are comfortable writing something like this that is. If not it's ok too. Tyia!

The empty nursery

Cw: miscarriage, loss of a child, grief

Gif by @twvstedsouls

“I was thinking Felicidad if it’s a girl.” The witch put a ring on a necklace and held it over her belly.

She was barely showing and already she had begun making plans.

“Could be a boy you know.” He wants to stay and indulge her, but he doesn’t want the risk of running late again.

While the company was mostly a front, her family was putting great effort into making it a real company.

“Have you seen my wedding ring, tesoro?” It isn’t where he always leaves it at night, not put away with the rest of their things and he isn’t surprised to see it dangling over her belly.

“Yes. Its doing something important right now.” She answered as she offered the necklace to him. “Would you do the honors, Luca?”

“You will make me late to work again.” He says as he comes to sit on the bed and takes the necklace from her.

“If it moves in circles, it’s a girl, if it moves back and forth it’s a boy.” Eva explained as they waited for the ring to move.

It moves slightly and moves back and forth.

A boy.

“Leonardo.” He says surprising her. Most men would name their sons after themselves, but Luca isn’t most men.

In six months, he would be a father.

In six months, he would have to update his will to include his newborn son.

Leonardo Changretta Smith, two last names as it’s custom in Mexico.

“Lucky bastard, a boy on the first try.” Matteo had two daughters before Stefania finally gave him little Alessandro last year.

The telephone in his office begins to ring and he hopes whatever it is will be quick.

“Is this the office of Mr. Luca Changretta?” the calm and steady voice asks and instantly her knows it is unwelcome news, the only time a nurse calls you is for bad news.

“Yes, this is he. How can I be of service to you?” Luca asks hoping they won’t try to distract him with small talk.

“Your wife, Mrs. Changretta suffered a fall today and had to be admitted to our hospital---” the nurse begins, and he cuts her off.

“Which hospital?” he demands and signals for Matteo to take over for today.

Luca can’t seem to get there fast enough; he is still running when he is being shown to her in the room they had her in.

“What happened to her, is she hurt?” he asks the doctor waiting for him outside the door.

“She fainted, a simple fainting spell, but I am afraid there was nothing we could do to save the baby.” The doctor answered almost as if he could understand the pain these words brought. “I am very sorry for your loss, sir.”

Eva had lost their child.

Just this morning they had discovered they would have a son, a son they had named and loved even before he was born and now, he would never be.

“Does she know?” he is not prone to emotion, but Luca can’t help but choke on the words.

Eva stares at the windows and refuses to even look at him. Not when he moves the chair as close to her bed as can, not when he pressed a kiss to the side of her temple and not when he takes her hand in his to comfort her.

“I’m sorry, Evuccia, will have more, I promise you.” He said softly.

She hid it well, but he could feel her grief.

She never cries loudly; Eva barely cries at all. Got used to hiding her sorrow so much, her own body has forgotten how it works.

“But we will never have him.”

She comes home the next day, but she is not the same woman he left after breakfast yesterday.

Yesterday she had been filled with life and now she is empty.

Yesterday she had seen her little Leo fit in the hand of the midwives as her body expelled him from inside her.

Yesterday she had set out to begin decorating a nursery for the perfect baby boy she’d have.

Eva had already chosen the theme, how she would remodel the room and find a way to get a skilled woodworker to make a toy ship like the one she used to have as a girl.

And now that will never happen.

She could have a thousand little boys with Luca’s eyes and smile, but they will never be Leonardo. She will never be able to hold him or see him grow or hear his first laugh.

Eventually the bleeding stops and her body has seemed to have healed, but her heart hasn’t.

Days turns to months and Eva hates how people want her to try again because somehow that will make it better.

Eva hates the pity and those stupid sayings like God wanted another angel. She hates that women aren’t supposed to even acknowledge their pain because you weren’t supposed to be so attached to something not yet born.

Luca had made it worse by having the housekeeper just lock up the empty nursery so she won’t have to see it.

Easier to move on if you can’t see it.

But that isn’t her way, her way is to be confronted with it, to know it happened and to live with it.

This morning Eva steels herself and goes into the nursery.

It’s empty, with only a few dressers and the half-assembled crib that had arrived that day.

Even in its emptiness it hurt her like knife to her heart.

Eva falls to her knees and for the first time in ages, lets herself grieve.

“It wasn’t your fault, Evuccia,” she doesn’t hear or feel him come in ,its only when he comes and holds her on the dusty rug as she cries . “These accidents happen.”

Eventually it will pass, she knows this, there will be good days and bad ones, but it will pass.

Eventually they will have their happiness back.

[adeat]

FFXiVWrite 2022

Prompt 22: Veracity Word Count: 1,895 words

((I actually didn’t intend to participate in FFXIV Write this year due to time constraints, but this idea had been floating around in my head since the start of Endwalker. It’s the canon story of how Joey became... well, you’ll see. Some Endwalker spoilers. I didn’t get a chance to edit this so it’s rough. I also still can’t write short to save my life. orz))

‘Can’t sleep…’

The boat rocked softly amid the gentle night waves. Underneath the deck, tucked away in the cargo hold, Joey huddled in a fetal position with his back against the wall. His short, stubby fingers pushed a pressure point in each opposite hand two fingers below his wrist–a point he had been told alleviated motion sickness, but did little to soothe his nausea. So much for the fabled ocean bands.

He gave up his futile endeavor a half hour after he began. His hands wrapped around his short legs and instead, he bathed himself in the warm glow of a simple healing spell. A gentle green glow enveloped him. Small orbs of aether hovered around him, slowly rising in the air, taking with them the discomfort that rattled within his stomach. At the very least, steadied his vestibular system somewhat.

‘Should’ve cured in the first place.’ Joey thought. ‘Can’t believe I forgot the number one rule of thumb–that magic can do anything. Of course magic can do anything. I must feel worse than I thought.’

Glancing to the side, Joey watched Alphinaud–or specifically, Alphinaud’s shoulder. The young elezen had nodded off into slumber, with Alisaie’s head nestled on her brother’s shoulder. Joey smiled softly. Nice to see the siblings did get along once in awhile. At least between the three of them, someone had to be sleeping.

Azrael… Azrael…

Joey’s eyes widened. A woman’s voice? And why did she call specifically for a name of which no one cared to ask?

Joey had often told people that his own current name, Joey Madison, was a name he gave himself and his true name was something else. All those he told dismissed him, sometimes with a wave of a hand, that names mattered little, what’s in a name, so on and so forth. Thus, to have someone call him by his true name meant one thing.

Whoever called out to him knew his other self–the part of a deity’s soul trapped in his body–existed.

Azrael… Are you there?

Joey rose to his feet. He looked around, but all he saw were crates and the top of Alphinaud’s head. Yet, the lalafell sensed that something, or someone else, had boarded the ship. Magic. An undeniable sense of energy. On the other hand, he sensed no ill intention. Sliding down the glasses that normally rested atop his head, Joey tapped the side to embed and activate a simple spell–one that allowed him to visibly detect any traces of magical energy. Or, as those from Eorzea called it, aetherial activity.

Nothing out of the ordinary. Just the same energy patterns emitting from the Leveilleur twins.

Azrael… Azrael…

There came that voice again. Why did that voice sound so familiar?

Joey slid his back against the wall until he fell back into his previous fetal position. ‘Maybe I’m just tired. I’m hearing things.’

He shut his eyes. Another warm glow of aetheric energy wrapped around him like a blanket. Another small smile crept on his lips. His head slowly tilted towards his left–his own Alisaie gesture to the motherly figure embracing him. His head brushed against soft fabric and he felt a flow of a powerfully reassuring presence.

‘Is this what having a mother is like? Maybe I don’t imagine enough.’ Joey thought.

Slumber overtook him immediately afterward.

-

When Joey opened his eyes, he found himself atop the ship’s deck. How long had he been there? The last he remembered, he had fallen asleep. Or tried to. Did he succeed? Perhaps not, since he felt the cool night sea breeze brush across his face.

Azrael… Come forth… No need to be shy…

That voice again. Now even clearer than before, as though she spoke directly into his pointed ear.

Joey wasn’t sure where he was going exactly. Perhaps his feet moved to give him a false sense of control, that he was the one looking for the voice. That he now took literal steps into finding the source behind this oddly familiar voice. But no. As Joey took even further steps towards the ship’s bow, he knew that his movements weren’t his own. That the destination was not one of his choosing, but of one he was drawn to. The closer he walked, the louder the voice chimed in his head. The more that distinctly motherly aura enveloped him.

And there, at the ship’s bow, he saw a woman of white hair and robe gazing off into the horizon. Dusk’s sky striped the sky in a shade of gentle violet, taking the sun down with it, yet she shone with a light of her own as though the sun itself radiated from her. Light blue wisps fluttered around her, and when Joey blinked, he thought he saw trails of blue energy floating from her back like wings of a butterfly. He had never seen this woman once in his life, yet upon first glance, his voice immediately uttered a name alongside his warm sensation of familiarity.

“Hydaelyn,” spoke the lalafell.

The woman turned around. Once her blue eyes gazed downward at the one addressing her, she smiled. “How long has it been since we last met, Azrael?”

“Why do you call me that? My name is Joey now. It has been long before I came to Eorzea.”

“Yes, that is true; however, I speak to you, as well as your soul. And dare I say that your soul had been quite diminutive upon our first meeting. Which is why you are the form you are in now. I deeply apologise if this had caused you any discomfort.”

Joey furrowed his brow. If he didn’t know any better, he would think that Hydaelyn was suppressing a giggle.

He still remembered the time when he first came to this dimension. Originally in search of his friends, he had been transported into this world as per usual, only to encounter Hydaelyn along the way. She appeared as a crystal. Her voice sounding exactly the same as her voice now. How could he have forgotten? She spoke to him about a pact: in exchange of something personal to him, he would become one of the races that populated this world to better assimilate himself into Eorzea. Hyadelin’s now suppressed giggles hadn’t been unfounded–Joey had been small when he first met her.

Hence, when he first arrived in Limsa Lominsa, he awoke as a lalafell. A diminutive and proud three feet high.

“It’s all right. I’m used to being small. Just not this small.” Joey grimaced.

This time, Hydaelyn didn’t suppress her giggle. Though the amused smile quickly turned somber. “Which is why I’ve come to seek you. A danger is coming–one that threatens to change the tide of Eorzea’s history forever. And to be able to face said dangers, it is imperative that you must be what you truly are.”

Joey clutched his chest. Even though Hydaelyn didn’t say so outright, he knew exactly what she was getting at.

“Your current state is a form of which limits your power. Hence, it is imperative that this seal must be broken.”

“But what about the pact…?”

Hydaelyn, still smiling, closed her eyes and said nothing. Long moments passed. Joey felt vibrations of thought, yet couldn’t discern any exact words. When she finally spoke, she raised her eyebrows, her smile fading as though about to melt into tears.

“Difficult times approach us. Even if a pact must be broken, we must not let history repeat itself.”

Hydaelyn turned to face Joey completely and held out her hand.

“Do you believe you can do this? If so, take my hand.”

Slowly, Joey raised his hand. But at the last minute, his hand hovered over Hydaelyn’s palm. Joey wasn’t even sure what was going on. All he knew was that Hydaelyn spoke with a sense of urgency. She needed something done and she wanted Joey to accomplish whatever it was she wanted him to do. In his mind, images flashed before him–images too fast for him to memorize or even discern, but he felt the desperation behind each mental image.

Joey’s palm continued to hover over Hydaelyn’s. “I…”

He wanted to speak assertively. Just like others who spoke so confidently. So self-assuredly. But when he spoke, the truth that he held onto so tightly poured out.

“I.. never feel like I’m good enough. My best is never good enough.”

He shook his head.

“But my best is all I have. And that’s what will I always give.”

Hydaelyn smiled again one final time, this time soft and genuine. “Then you’ve found your conviction, Azrael.”

Joey took a deep breath. Steadying himself before his doubt grabbed his wrist, his hand reached up to grasp Hydaelyn’s own. A blinding light flashed before Joey’s eyes, forcing the lalafell to shut his eyes. A surge of heat like a raging fire seared through his body. He clenched his teeth to bear the pain. Even with his eyes shut, that light grew brighter, and brighter…

-

Joey’s eyes flew open.

Wooden crates and the other side of the ship’s wall greeted his sight. ‘I fell asleep after all.’ he thought.

He felt his back still pressed against the wall. He felt as though he had stepped into the fires of Ifrit’s inferno and stayed there for twelve eternities. At least whatever had went through him had worn off now. Shaking his head, then running a hand through his hair on the side of his head, he moaned as he always did after he woke up.

That groan came from a voice different than the one he was used to hearing from himself.

A deep voice.

He knew that voice to be his, yet definitely not the young child’s voice he had possessed since he had become a lalafell.

His eyes still wide, he patted the side of his head.

No ears.

This time with both hands, he patted the sides of his head where his once long, pointed ears laid. Nothing. Then how could he even hear?!

“Aaaaahh!!”

That cry came from Alisaie. From that, Joey figured that his hearing came from a place atop his head. But all he had time for was to whip his head to the side to see him looking at the top of Alphinaud’s head when the twins shot to their feet. Joey did so as well.

“What…?” that familiar-yet-unfamiliar deep voice coming from Joey’s own person uttered. Rather than have his neutral gaze face slightly above Alphinaud’s waist, he now had to look down to see the top of the elezen’s head. As well, the twins craned their necks upwards to look at him.

“You! Who are you and what have you done with our friend?!” Alisaie grabbed the handle of her rapier, ready to draw at a moment’s notice.

Joey held up his hands. “Alisaie, what are you talking about? It’s me, Joey.”

Upon uttering his name, the twins looked at each other, eyebrows raised, and then moved their gazes back up to Joey. Alphinaud placed a hand to his chin as he stared appraisingly.

“The eyes and hair color do match, and the energy signature is the same, albeit with energies flowing freely, yet–” Alphinaud lowered his hand and narrowed his eyes, “--we can’t allow ourselves to lower our guards just yet. Pray, introduce yourself to us, mister viera.”

[tokumusume]

screaming, crying, throwing up: Love Between Fairy and Devil episodes 6 & 7

Dongfang Qingcang gets a new outfit in episode 6 but it’s not as cool and sexy as the lace turtleneck :(

Xiao Lan Hua’s bully, a bitchy fairy named Danyin (I’ve had bad experiences with people named Dan-something so it tracks), sees Changheng’s future in the back of a Yu-Gi-Oh card a magic hole in a tree and she’s not in it. In fact, he’s getting married to Xiao Lan Hua. She bullies XLH even more. What a cunt.

Xiao Lan Hua takes the fairy SAT (or ENEM for my Brazilian followers) and Qingcang gives her a little help using an invisibility spell.

This actress was in Song of Youth as the daughter-in-law that has an affair while her husband is away in the war and gets pregnant. Therefore she’s referred to as “Cheater” in my house.

The test consists in capturing an albino capybara that reminds me of my cat Yuki in terms of size vs ferocity. Of course a woman sent by Ronghao Masked Man casts a spell on whatever this thing is and it starts attacking our heroine and the other fairies. Of course Xiao Lan Hua saves everyone. Yes, even Danyin, she’s better than me as a person, I would have let that bitch get eaten.

Anyways, to the most important part of the episode imo:

Changheng wants to help Xiao Lan Hua but RONGHAO TOUCHES HIS ARM and holds him back (for a while, they eventually go save her).

MY FRIENDS, I SCREAMED.

Xu Haiqiao looks so good in this scene!!!

I usually hate spoilers but just tell me this: they’re not brothers, are they? I need to know if I should stop shipping them or not ;_;

At the beginning of episode 7 Xiao Lan Hua catches the albino capybara like a Pokémon (Poké Ball and all) and everyone wonders how a weak fairy like her managed to subdue a beast possessed by an evil spirit. They award her the first place in the test.

Ronghao is very interested in Xiao Lan Hua and he looks at Changheng like this:

Qingcang and Xiao Lan Hua talk about doing the right thing, good and evil, blah blah. Sorry, I wasn’t paying much attention to anything but Dylan Wang’s gorgeous eyes.

Ronghao is finally revealed as the man in the mask and he’s darker than I thought. He’s obsessed with the missing/presumed dead Goddess Chidi and puts her face on his servants to “””enjoy””” it (I bet he fucks them too). He then kills the servant because her acting as Chidi wasn’t convincing. Brutal.

Qingcang has another wardrobe change. This one looks like the lace turtleneck but it’s just a lurex turtleneck. #BringBackLaceTurtleneck

Bitchy Danyin thanks Xiao Lan Hua for saving her life but makes it clear that she still hates her. Big mood.

Ronghao asks XLH to revive his dead cactus and she succeeds. It was actually a test to see if she could purify evil qi (she can) so he concludes she’s more powerful than she seems. Ashes of Love's Jinmi was a powerful fairy that was hidden by her mother as a simple plant spirit so I think this is what’s going on here too.

Is Ronghao’s master Chidi? I can’t tell from this angle but it sure looks like her. I thought she was dead but I guess it’s more like a Yehua from Eternal Love situation, as in that her spirit/soul left her body so it’s just a shell. Ronghao is willing to do bad things to save his beloved master and I will love him for it.

Oof, a lot happened in these two episodes. I don’t know for how long can I keep writing these posts but they won’t be detailed recaps as the plot thickens.

[foofsterwolf]

can i ask for all of them??? (especially the last one, bc the title got curious af 😂👀)

Hoooo boy, okay. This took a while to type up :D but here is the list of answers!

Dexter SK AU:

My current project! I am loving and hating writing. Stiles gets caught serial killing and Scott decides to use him to kill bad people. I’m trying to mostly write it in another style so it’s taking a lot more work than usual.

On the Road Again+Sequel (the sequels the WIP part):

So my fic OTRA is about Stiles running away, joining a band and unwittingly getting addicted to drugs. The sequel takes place a couple years later, shortly after a tour. Stiles goes back into his addiction, worse this time, and the story is about him learning to become clean for himself instead of for someone else(Scott). Scott and Stiles are broken up and Stiles is dealing with his PTSD from being back home with all of his unresolved issues.

Tacenda:

My pride and joy, my absolute darling, the love of my life. Tacenda is a retelling of Scott and Stiles’ life using a contrast of Hypo VS. Hyper empathy. Scott has (as my friend group refers to it) Will Graham’s disease™, and Stiles has a lot of trouble figuring out how his emotions work or don’t work. It follows them growing up from when they first meet to them moving to another country in their early twenties.

Ga-Ga-Ga-Ghoul Stiles

Stiles gets murdered. The fic is in Noah’s POV. He doesn’t handle Stiles’ death well, so he finds a spell that brings Stiles back to life. Shortly they(Noah+Scott) find out that Stiles has been eating dead things and people. Story follows them learning how to move on.

Sciles FTD

Probably my least developed fic out of the whole list. But I have snippets of a story where Stiles has Frontotemporal Dementia. Stiles finds out he has it and keeps it to himself. When he gets lost on a route he’s taken for a while. Scott figures it out. He offers to bite Stiles but Stiles refuses. Eventually it leads to a scene of Scott and Stiles having fun on a good day and Scott gets emotional, begs for Stiles to let Scott bite him. Stiles wonders why he would do that, and Scott gets upset that it’s progressed to the point that Stiles can’t even remember that Scott is a werewolf. Stiles then remembers he has dementia and starts freaking out. It’s just a sad time. Lol

Legal Guardian Stiles

Takes place after the movie. Stiles is the legal guardian of Eli. Fic follows Stiles and Eli not getting along as Stiles desperately tries to figure out how to raise a rebellious teenager while trying to suppress his grieving. Eli hates living with Stiles and wants to go back to Scott.

Youth GA

Follows Scott and Stiles as Scott sends Stiles away for Stiles’ safety. Stiles doesn’t want to go. But it follows them growing apart and growing up in completely different circumstances. And Stiles living a normalish teenage life like Scott wanted.

The Education of Mieczyslaw Stilinski

Follows Stiles as he’s possessed by the nogitsune. He slowly figures out that the acid trip of memories he is flitting through rapidly and nauseatingly is a projection set up by the nogitsune to keep him placated in his mind so that he doesn’t cause trouble. And him figuring out how to break free from the prison in his mind.

Stilinski Twins!AU

A Scott/Mitch Rapp fic. How interesting hehehe. Their ship names Scotch, I coined it okay. Mitch comes back to his hometown for a case. He is forced to reconcile with his twin brother Stiles after a messy separation after their mother’s death. Scott helps him realize that how he’s behaving isn’t healthy and that he can save people without killing. It’s like therapy for an assassin basically.

Stiles Bite AU

Stiles gets bit instead of Scott. Follows how differently their lives would go if Stiles was the one that it happened to. Scott is still a leading man. Stiles is still a dorky sidekick type. But now Stiles accidentally dents things while flailing.

Deathbed Confession

This one’s a sad one. While possessed, the nogitsune confronts Scott with the reality that Stiles is in love with him. Scott -while emotional because Stiles is in the hospital after the Nogitsune- so Scott kisses Stiles while he’s in the hospital. He doesn’t hate it, so he decides to just go for dating Stiles “because Stiles needs someone there for him”. Scott slowly develops feelings for Stiles but the relationship doesn’t work out because Scott confesses why he started dating Stiles and Stiles is rightfully peeved about it.

Teenage Dirtbag AU

Abusive Noah AU, Noah doesn’t stop drinking and is verbally abusive to Stiles and neglectful. Stiles shuts himself away from everyone and starts controlling every aspect of his life to try and gain control. He breaks the law to try and get his dads attention. Because of how often he skips class, but his grades are otherwise good. The principal speaks to the coach about Stiles joining the lacrosse team to gain some discipline and to get his anger out. Scott and Stiles reunite and start dating. Scott finds out about Stiles’ home life and tells Stiles that it’s not okay. Sparking Stiles to start seeking change.

Good Ol’ Fashioned Torture Whump

Okay I STG this was done before I even knew there was a TLOU show coming out. Stiles gets infected with a cordyceps fungus that was mutated by a witchy person. It controls him without him realizing that everything he’s doing is in an effort to infect as many people as possible. He considers the thing inside of him a friend and slowly devolves into being fully controlled by it until Scott manages to catch up to him and burn it out. It’s name comes from the fact that the beginning has them doing medical stuff on him with him desperately trying to get away as they cut into him.

[rayllumoon]

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04. return to sender

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listen ☾ | 04.

delves into callum and rayla's reunion — trying to navigate their complicated feelings. [s4 speculation]

this playlist is the final part of a four part series. each can be listened to on its own, but all connect in a thematic way... mostly centered around the events of ttm and rayla leaving callum.

tracklist pt. 01

01. bigger than the whole sky - taylor swift

[lyrics]

"no words appear before me in the aftermath. salt streams out my eyes and into my ears. every single thing i touch becomes sick with sadness — 'cause it's all over now, all out to sea... did some force take you because i didn't pray? every single thing to come has turned into ashes — 'cause it's all over, it's not meant to be. so i'll say words i don't believe...

goodbye, goodbye, goodbye — you were bigger than the whole sky. you were more than just a short time. and i've got a lot to pine about — i've got a lot to live without. i'm never gonna meet what could've been, would've been — what should've been you..."

02. this love - taylor swift

[lyrics]

"clear blue water — high tide came and brought you in. and i could go on and on, on and on, and i will. skies grew darker — currents swept you out again. and you were just gone and gone, gone and gone. in silent screams, in wildest dreams — i never dreamed of this... tossing, turning — struggled through the night... lantern burning — flickered in the night for only you, but you were still gone, gone, gone. in losing grip, on sinking ships — you showed up just in time...

your kiss, my cheek — i watched you leave. your smile, my ghost — i fell to my knees. when you're young, you just run — but you come back to what you need... this love is good, this love is bad — this love is alive back from the dead, oh. these hands had to let it go free, and this love came back to me, oh. this love left a permanent mark. this love is glowing in the dark. these hands had to let it go free, and this love came back to me, oh..."

03. wonder - eric nam

[lyrics]

"what if you weren't so depressed and what if i wasn't obsessed with love? when we met, maybe then it'd be different. you wouldn't be scared and i'd learn to listen, yeah. what if i was two years older... could we be like we were supposed to? can't change nothing now, know it's been a few, but... do you wonder, do you wonder, do you wonder like i do...?

i live in a dream world in my bed — just me and the moon and the night. i imagine you saying things you never said... say i'm the missing piece — changing, changing everything. yeah right, only in my dreams... do you wonder, do you wonder, do you wonder like i do? 'cause i feel so stupid every time that i wonder. what if you didn't want closure, and it wasn't really over? do you wonder, do you wonder, do you wonder like i do? i wonder, yeah." 

04. closure - taylor swift

[lyrics]

"it's been a long time — and seeing the shape of your name still spells out pain. it wasn't right — the way it all went down. looks like you know that now... don't treat me like some situation that needs to be handled. i'm fine with my spite and my tears... and my candles. i can feel you smoothing me over... i know i'm just a wrinkle in your new life — staying friends would iron it out so nice. guilty, guilty — reaching out across the sea that you put between you and me. but it's so fake and it's oh, so unnecessary. yes, i got your letter. yes, i'm doing better. it cut deep to know ya, right to the bone. yes, i got your letter. yes, i'm doing better. i know that it's over — i don't need your closure, your closure. your closure."

05. my tears ricochet - taylor swift

[lyrics]

"we gather here, we line up, weepin' in a sunlit room. and if i'm on fire, you'll be made of ashes, too. even on my worst day, did i deserve, babe, all the hell you gave me? 'cause i loved you, i swear i loved you — 'til my dying day. i didn't have it in myself to go with grace — and you're the hero flying around, saving face. and if i'm dead to you, why are you at the wake? cursing my name, wishing i stayed — look at how my tears ricochet... 

you know i didn't want to have to haunt you, but what a ghostly scene. you wear the same jewels that i gave you as you bury me. i didn't have it in myself to go with grace — 'cause when i'd fight, you used to tell me i was brave. and if i'm dead to you, why are you at the wake? cursing my name, wishing i stayed — look at how my tears ricochet.

and i can go anywhere i want — anywhere i want, just not home. and you can aim for my heart, go for blood — but you would still miss me in your bones. and i still talk to you (when i'm screaming at the sky). and when you can't sleep at night (you hear my stolen lullabies). i didn't have it in myself to go with grace — and so the battleships will sink beneath the waves. you had to kill me, but it killed you just the same — cursing my name, wishing i stayed. you turned into your worst fears. and you're tossing out blame, drunk on this pain — crossing out the good years. and you're cursing my name, wishing i stayed — look at how my tears ricochet."

06. lost on me - eric nam

[lyrics]

"when we met i was stuck in a troubled head space — didn't know what i had until it was too late. tried to carry me through it, but i was dead weight — bringing you down with me. never had unconditional love from someone — at the time it's the kinda thing that i would run from. you believed in the person that i could become all this time — and i'm still finding silver linings, and all your writings on the walls. everything about you now is bittersweet — last song in the symphony. though the show might be over, you should know that your love wasn't lost on me. we almost had it but it doesn't mean it was all just for nothing. you should know that your love wasn't lost on me. 

i think i get it, i think i get it now. always regret it — the way i let you down. i finally get it 'cause you taught me how — to love someone you have to learn to love yourself... even though we're not meant to be, all your words left a mark on me. might still hurt but i hope you see — all your love wasn't lost on me..."

[gale-heart]

((A smattering of journal entries penned over the last couple of months. Only a couple consist of more than fragmented notes and reminders.))

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September 14

I used to think riding a gryphon was such a thrill; the closest I could get to tasting freedom in my rooted mortal life. Now I look back and marvel at how dull the limits of my imagination truly were.

Words fail to aptly capture the experience of my first real flight. If I’d still had my usual mouth and vocal chords, I might have shrieked and whooped for sheer delight on leaving the ground. I probably did that anyways, coming up out of that first dive. I’ve been ignorant of what’s practically another world all this time, one of light and space and weightlessness and winds that would just as soon cruelly dash you back to earth as soften against your feathers to coax you up and onward. Once I tired of chasing fast currents and doing flips for the sake of it, I found a nice thermal and let it carry me whilst I simply basked in the sun and observed the world crawling by leagues below.

I really love being a bird. Perhaps later I’ll experiment with changing my shape or try to channel some of my spells whilst transformed (imagine if I could become a giant storm crow! The havoc I could wreak on an enemy ship!) But for now, I am more than happy to remain a simple, dignified raven. I cannot WAIT to heckle the shit out of Cyri like this!

——

September 30

Has Silverpine always been this noisy? I know I’ve only visited the Respite a handful of times, but I think I’d recall if all that creaking and rustling and buzzing was loud enough before to keep me awake. Then again, I’ve hardly spent much time on land these last months. Maybe I just forgot what sleeping under trees was like when I got used to waves and rain, and this is normal for forests.

The root of our problem at the Funnybone Acreage turned out to be more benign than I’d initially prepared myself for. Note to future self: if I ever start taking on apprentices, I am CLOSELY monitoring their magic usage if I deny them a request for a pet. Or, at the very least, I’ll make sure they do a proper job of using magic to create their own pet. Casualties of the evening: one biting pumpkin head severed from its vines to wiggle ineffectively on the ground, one gigantic squashling which exploded all over the children’s bedroom, and several fighters left slightly more orange in the aftermath. Shadow-animated pumpkin, it turns out, tastes exactly like a normal pumpkin—abjectly disappointing in its raw state and nothing like the delicious autumnal pastries I’ve become so enamored with. All in all, we saved the majority of the crop, and talked the farmers into allowing their kids a much more manageable piglet. Why can’t all our missions go this well? (Be honest with yourself, Shrub. You know damn well you’d get bored if things didn’t go to shit now and then.)

Naturally I seized the excuse to make practical use of showing off my new wings, and ended up having a good and long chat with Samara (who has found her own druid-y mentor!) about nature magic and the disaster wedding and traumas and deserving better and our respective journeys to finding healing and love and accepting that we deserve good things. Later, in the quiet lull that followed, I realized that I’ve come to adore this strange little ramshackle community and the people of whom it consists. I feel…strong, at last. A few small cracks and painful slivers remain from the past, but I’ve healed enough around them that I barely notice them most days. I have my people, I’m finding out what I want to do and who I’m happy to be, I have the power to throw my weight around if I need to, and now I can become a fucking bird. My heart is full. Now I just have to wait for the name change to be legally finalized, and then I can lay the old name of Starspire to rest and make room for the new.

I’ve decided on Galeheart. It’s a bit on the nose, yes, but tastefully so. Properly ambitious, too, for the impact I plan on leaving in my life.

FUCK I forgot to tell her about the bachelorette brawl! Ah, well, there are always other drinking nights. Goodness knows I’ve no shortage of outlandish stories to share by now.

[a-detraque-barista]

Could i pls request a siren jin♡,,,one where he finds you after a storm in a shipwreck and he like nurses you back to health but when your finally ready to go he won't actually let you. You can decide the ending🙇‍♀️

A/N: thank you for requesting, my love, I hope you enjoy~

The cruise ship rocked back and forth repeatedly, waves crashing into the sides. Rain poured from the dark cumulonimbus clouds, successfully soaking through your clothing. Thunder and lightning rang and flashed all around. Panicked screams sounded from every room of the ship. You were holding onto the side rail tightly. You could barely keep your eyes open long enough to see the monstrous wave that was about to collide with the ship.

Almost everyone knew it was safer to stay on the large vessel rather than get on a smaller one and risk the chance of being drowned by the ocean itself. Although, it seems this boat wasn’t going to last much longer. The few people that did lower themselves in a raft down into the water were quickly flipped over and taken by the unforgiving sea.

Your soaked hair whipped in every which way before the wave came down on the ship. Your grip on the metal railing slipped as the entire cruise was flipped until it was sideways before crashing into the depths of the sea. A hook from the ship caught into your shirt and into your side as you attempted to swim back up to the surface. You watched as more people and debris began to float to the surface.

This was it. You had no way of surviving. Your lungs were running out of oxygen and you were sinking farther and farther to the seafloor. You relaxed your muscles and let out your last bit of breath, closing your eyes. You should have never accepted the ticket your friend had given you.

Breathing in, water filled your airway, burning. Faintly, you felt a tug on the hook that was dug into your side. Your eyes open just slightly to see a man taking the hook out of your flesh and felt his arms wrap around you.

Your vision turned black before you could look at your savior.

The sound of crashing water woke you. Eyes cracked open to be met with a cave ceiling. The hand resting by your side could feel a scratchy fabric underneath you. Your other hand laid on your stomach. You went to sit up only to lay back down again from the shooting pain in your side. Groaning while gently nursing your side, you looked down to see your shirt, now dried, with a bloodstain. Carefully, you lifted your shirt up to see bandages wrapped around your torso.

“Finally, you’re awake, I was starting to worry you would never wake up,” a voice came from your right making your head turn.

Your eyes landed on the man you remember before losing consciousness. His wet pink hair was slicked back, broad shoulders dripping with water. Muscly arms rested on the lip of the tide pool he treaded in. The sound of rushing water you had woken up to was the waterfall meeting the river that led outside of the cave you were in.

The man’s cyan eyes stay on you as you moved your head around to look at your new and unfamiliar surroundings. He studied your expression, your body, all the small movements you made hadn’t gone unnoticed by him. His gut trembled with hunger as he couldn’t look away from you. He felt parched even though he was in a pool of water.

“Wait...how come you were able to save me from that deep in the water?” you looked at him scrutinizing.

“Haha, well, ya see…” he brought the end of his tail high enough for you to see his monofin.

…

“All right, I’m out,” you went to stand but the pain in your side had you slowly lay back down, taking deep breaths through the pain.

“Doesn’t seem like you’re going anywhere, Moonlight.”

Moonlight? What an odd nickname. Although, this whole situation was odd. You didn’t have much of a choice, you could barely move without being in immense pain and you had no idea where you were.

Meanwhile, the half-man was studying your appearance. Normally the humans that were stranded or in need of help were men that made the journey to feed their egos. What was an extraordinary specimen like you doing all the way out here? His webbed hands reached towards your arm. Your skin was so smooth compared to his scaly skin.

With the touch of the man’s cold hand, it brought your attention to his face. His slicked, almost dry, hair was a rose pink that matched well with his pale skin. His plump rosy lips pursed as he studied your skin more. Guess the folklore and tales were actually true, merpeople do exist. There was something...off about him though. As if he wasn’t a normal merman based on stories. The sharp teeth that poked out when he spoke and the claws that lightly dragged across your skin were not the basic portrayals of a merman.

“What are you exactly?” you couldn’t keep the question from coming out but since you were stuck here, might as well learn about your inhuman savior.

He chuckled, “I’m what you humans call a siren.”

“Like the ones that lure people to their death with singing?”

“Is that what you humans think? We don’t have to sing to get humans under our spells. They merely have to look at us and they’ll be entranced if we so wish,” he explained as if he wasn’t admitting to killing humans.

He noticed your concerned expression and decided to reassure you, “Don’t worry, I’m not going to eat you. If I was going to I would’ve already done it. Besides, there was more than enough food from the rest of the wreck.”

“Why did you save me?”

“Cause you’re cute.”

It was simple and short. Nothing about it was sweet. Who knows how many other lives he could have saved especially if he had time to bandage your wound and eat while you were unconscious.

“If you keep staring at me like that then I’m going to have to eat you,” he chuckled as your eyes widened before darting away. He found you so adorable yet so delectable. There was no doubt in his mind that you would be the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted. However, he couldn’t bring himself to eat you. Something about you had pulled him to your location. That’s how he found the shipwreck. That part of the ocean belonged to someone else but he didn’t care at the time.

You went to ask for the siren’s name when your gut made a loud growling noise. Your cheeks turned red as you keep your gaze away from the smirking man next to you.

“Seems like my little human is hungry. I’ll be right back,” he chuckled again before submerging under the water and swam away.

This gave you a chance to look around, the dewy rock walls led up to an opening with the moon shining directly down into the cave you laid in. It was full and glowing brightly. You could hear the waves colliding with the outside of the rock formation around you. It was so dangerously calming.

“I’m back~” the siren popped his head out of the water, startling you. “I got you a mackerel!” he slapped the fish right beside you as he grinned.

You watched as water dripped down his smiling face. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad.

Over the past three weeks, you’ve learned that your savior’s name was Seokjin. He’d been taking care of you, never leaving your side for too long. You had started changing your bandages due to Seokjin’s claws accidentally catching on your sutures and reopening the wound. If he kept changing the bandages your wound would never heal.

Now the cut is almost completely healed and you’ve been thinking of ways to get home when Seokjin wasn’t talking your ear off. For someone who didn’t like humans very much, he liked to talk to you for hours. You wondered how he had so many stories to tell.

“Moonlight, what are you thinking about?” Seokjin’s voice pierced through your thoughts.

“Just trying to think of a way to get back home?” you sighed as you continued to drag your finger through the sand absentmindedly.

“Leave? Why would you want to leave?” his brows furrowed and his face scrunched up in disgust.

“Well...I can’t stay here. I have a life back home. Friends, work, I’m sure no one has any idea where I am. Or even if I’m alive for that matter,” you hoped you weren’t making your friends sick with worry.

Seokjin began laughing. It started as a chuckle and progressed to a sickening cackle that echoed throughout the cave. You slowly shuffled back until you hit the rough cave wall. Still, it wasn’t far enough from the crazed siren in front of you.

“You can’t leave, Moonlight. You’re mine,” he chuckled before pulling himself out of the tide pool and onto the sand. His long tail transformed into legs, allowing him to walk over to you and crouch down. He held your chin between his fingers, “I’ll never let you go. I’m your life now.”

“Let me go home,” your wide eyes were staring into his.

Your mind was going blank as a smirk stretched across his features. Your eyes could no longer focus. You willed your limbs to move but they wouldn’t comply. Soon, you couldn’t think at all. Seokjin wasn’t allowing you to even think of leaving him behind.

[yourlocalmaraudersbabe]

Hiya! May I request a sirius x reader imagine where the marauders are all hanging out by the black lake. James or remus (probably James tbh) pranks the reader by throwing them in the black lake. What he didn't know is that they are scared of deep dark waters and almost drown and sirius saves them? Fluffy fluffy ending please?

I hope you have a good day!~

💜

“You’re right, nobody can be as lovely as me”

Summary: James thinks it’s funny to throw you in the water and Sirius is there to pull you out

A/N: omg look who decided to post :=)

Warnings: drowning/not be able to swim and there's like one swear word

Word Count: 1401

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Requests are always open <3

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“Please enjoy your dinner and relax this evening!”

You sat with your friends, directly next to Sirius while Dumbledore’s voice boomed through the Great Hall, food appearing down the table in front of you.

There were only a couple days left of your sixth year at Hogwarts, the summer holiday so close you could reach out and grab it.

“So what are we doing after dinner?” James asked.

You grabbed a spoonful of mashed potatoes, starting to make a plate of food for yourself. “How about we hang out by the lake?”

James quickly swapped his plate for yours, leaving you to give him a lovely middle finger.

“Prongs,” Sirius chastised as you laughed. You laid a head on his shoulder, telling him it was harmless.

Your boyfriend pushed his own plate over in front of you, urging you to sit up and eat.

James shrugged his shoulders, promptly digging into the wonderful food in front of him.

“Y/n,” Lily started. “I really like that idea. We can all go—”

“But y/n never swims,” Peter cut her off, nearly whining.

“Yeah, it’s not fun without you,” James added. “Why can’t you just go in for even a little bit?”

You glared at the two of them. “Absolutely not.”

Sirius grabbed your hand under the table, squeezing it before placing a kiss to the top of your head. “You better not have just gotten crumbs in my hair,” you whispered, shoving his shoulder.

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You stepped outside, hand in hand with Sirius as the warm glow of the sun setting lay a blanket on the world around you. Your friends had already made their way out here, the only reason you two are arriving now is because of the boy next to you.

“C’mon, I need to go back to my dorm. I wanna bring a towel in case I decide to go in.”

“Well do you want to swim or not?” you asked.

“I haven’t decided yet,” he laughed.

“You are the most indecisive person I know, Sirius,” you took his hand, following him up to Gryffindor tower.

“Am not.”

“You are,” you laughed. “Well I’m deciding to lay out, maybe read a book. I’ve also decided that I’m stealing a blanket.”

“Hey, stop rubbing your decision making skills in.”

“Oh, and I’ve decided I’m stealing a jumper.”

He gave a dramatic frown.

You gave a quick kiss on the side of his cheek as he stepped through the portrait hole.

“Well can I at least pick which jumper you steal?”

“Hmm, I don’t know if you’d be able to decide which one.”

You spotted your friends and they waved, casting you smiles from the lake.

Sirius dropped your hand, skipping a couple steps to be in front of you, walking backwards.

“I have a question for you, y/n.”

“Ask away,” you sighed, a smile curling at the corners of your mouth.

“Be honest. Would you still give me a hug if I were to have just gotten out of the water? A kiss perhaps?”

You burst out laughing. “No. No way. Not when I’m perfectly dry.”

“Well maybe we’ll have to test out that theory.”

You deadpanned. “You’re hilarious.”

“I am, aren’t I?”

You spread out your blanket, lying down and soaking in what the sun had to offer before setting completely.

Sirius made his way to the water before the light had disappeared entirely. You closed your eyes, enjoying some much needed rest.

You didn’t know how long you’d been asleep for, and it didn’t really matter now. All you knew that you were hovering over the lake. You had to be dreaming.

You couldn’t tell how high up you were, you were barely able to make out the silhouettes of your friends.

“Ha-ha, very funny!” you called out. “You can put me down now.”

James’s voice echoed up to you. “What? You don’t want to come in for a little swim with us?”

You looked down and saw his little grasp on his wand as he controlled how far you were from falling.

“James, please put me down on the grass.”

You could hear it in his voice. You could hear how he expected this to just be a harmless little prank of his.

“But it will be much funnier if you plop into the water. Just a small plink.”

He didn’t even give you time to respond before you were plummeting into the lake. Your friends were further away than they seemed to be. James had thrown his head back in laughter, ignoring you. Ignoring how fear took over your body, making it nearly unbearable to relax and just float. It was hard to breathe, you could barely even cough as you struggled to stay above water.

“James? What the fuck?” Sirius was at your side in a matter of moments, his arms wrapped around you as you clung onto him for dear life. You had gotten yourself into a coughing fit, as soon as you were steady afloat. You didn’t know if the tears streaming down your face were from embarrassment or genuine fear.

“I feel pathetic,” you finally whispered to Sirius as he swam to the grass.

“Everyone has something that gets to them like this. James didn’t know,” he whispered back while he lifted you out of the water, pulling himself up after. “Are you alright? Can you breathe okay? Do you need to see Madam Pomfrey?”

You sat up, wiping at the tears from in your eyes, your hands moving to fumble with the grass blades in front of you. “I think I’m alright.”

Sirius called for a towel with a near perfect wordless spell. He caught it before it flew right into the back of your head, wrapping it around your body snuggly. He ran his fingers over your face, wiping away the droplets of water, pushing your hair back out of the way. “I’m really sorry about all this, y/n,” he said. “I wish I would’ve seen what was happening.”

The overwhelming feeling had pooled tears in your eyes. You slouched down, leaning into his side. “No, it’s alright. It’s not your fault,” you choked out a laugh, wiping under your eyes.

He took your hand, curling his fingers around yours, rubbing gently against the top. “Want me to go get James? Rough him up a bit?”

A smile crept upon your face. “No, it’s alright.”

A genuine laugh bubbled up in your throat. He hugged you tight, speaking quietly. “How about we go back up to my dorm? Get settled in some warm clothes?”

“I like that idea,” you said. “But only if you carry me.”

And that’s exactly what Sirius did. He carried you all the way up to his dorm, letting you change into dry clothes and slip under the covers first.

He didn’t take long himself, turning the bathroom light off as he made his way over to you. He pulled back the blanket atop of you for a brief moment before laying down and pulling you up against his chest with one swift movement of his arm. You turned your head upwards, opening your mouth to talk, yet failing to produce any words. Your voice cracked, tears appearing once more.

Sirius rolled you over, brushing the hair out of your face and wiping away the tears as they spilled over, muttering soft notes of reassurance. “You’re okay now, y/n.”

“It was really scary,” you whispered, the lump in your throat aching as you spoke.

“I know, darling. But look where you are,” he smiled, kissing your forehead sweetly. “Let’s focus on the present: you’re in bed with me, you’re in comfortable clothing, and you have a blanket to keep you warm and safe.” He tucked the material closer up under your neck.

“I’m right here. Nothing like that is going to happen again,” he trailed off. “I’m here to hold you, darling.”

“Thank you.”

He kissed your nose and wiped away the last of the tears. You turned over once again, tucking yourself in his arms.

It was quiet for a mere moment.

“Hey, you’re sure you don’t want to get back at James? I could make a wonderful polyjuice potion over the summer. James would make for a lovely black dog I know of.”

You contemplated. “I don’t think James could pull off being that lovely.”

“You’re right, nobody can be as lovely as me.”

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[ship-ovnik]

I didn’t know you have to wait to register on ao3. This is so bizzare to me. But nwm.

Hi! I would like to join VADtD community and rein hell in here, thanks.

As I mentioned before, I have to wait to access ao3, so I’ll be posting my fics here for a while it seems. Why? Because I can’t wait if I have put an idea in my head.

Looking at some of my colleagues reposting their works in a different language, I decided to follow suit. I hope to refresh my passion for writing by connecting to this part of the fandom. Please, tell me anything, I love to participate in discussions.

So please, read this trash I wrote more than a year ago and leave a comment.

Defeat

Summary: Leila has won. She took over the imperial palace, hordes of her brothers and sisters scour the empire. Penelope lost the war, but if she can pride herself in something, it’s that she hasn’t lost this one battle.

The actual trash:

Penny drags her body against the basement wall. The right leg refuses to move after the enemy archimage hit it with an ice spell.

The ceiling is low, Penny would still not be able to straighten up to her full height, but it's harder to crawl with one working leg.

Penny turns to the man reclining on the cold stone floor.

This outing was hard for both of them. The forces of resistance were melting away before their eyes. No one believed in success anymore. There were mostly people who wanted to die with weapons in their hands. Recently, Penelope ex-Eckart began to consider herself one of such kind.

They defended the northern port together with, who would have thought, the former Delman rebels. Their task was to buy enough time for the ships to sail safely. The pitiful couple of thousand people they were able to gather and save during their desperate retreat to the north, sailed away on them, hoping to hide from the enemies of the ancient magicians in the seas. Ironically, before that, the remnants of the ancient kingdom of Leila were hiding in the seas from them.

Penny was afraid to think about those who lived south of the capital and, thus, did not even have a chance to join them. Only a small part managed to get to the capital and an even smaller part managed to get out of it when Leia captured the palace and the dragon's claws, and hordes of demons who consider themselves gods poured from the southern islands.

Every time someone started telling or reporting on what was going on in the south, Penelope preferred to turn around and leave. She doesn't want to know. She has enough memories of what they tried to do to her.

Oh, yes, a girl with the blood of ancient wizards was great fun for their old enemies. They thought that they had all disappeared, and there would be no one to take revenge for their previous defeat, and she, a fool, herself got in their way. Wasn't it a wonderful gift of fate?

If even Winter's magic was child’s play to them, Penelope has no idea how strong her ancestors were. Leila, it seems, had an idea, because at some point, they began to discuss half-breeds.

Salvation came from where she did not expect. It came in a form of her younger brother Reynold. After she ran away from home and renounced her status as a noblewoman and the family name in general, according to the documents, he was no longer her family, but still acted like a real brother – for the first time in his life — and ran away with her in his arms through the underground corridors of the palace.

Until Derrick blocked their way. He was one of the first people Leia got to. Penelope had been wary of him from the moment Yvonne crossed the threshold of the Eckart estate, she had not seen him for several months. During this time, he became haggard and paler, Penelope could not understand why he was in such a state until he opened his mouth:

«I... I tried to resist, but... This pain and despair, they are... They're eating into you. She wants me to stop you, so that I... U-kill you... Then it will all be over, but...», Derrick grips the hilt of his sword, as does Reynold.

Penelope had never heard Reynold's voice like that... broken. He was always too cocky and hot-tempered for her to imagine him like that, «Please. We can all leave together-the three of us, and... »

«No! It's too late! It's too late... I... I...», The young duke's hands are shaking, as if he's going through a huge pain. He raises his sword, and, «I won't... I won't!»

The heir of the Eckharts pierces his chest with his own sword. Reynold and Penelope both scream. Derrick begins to vomit blood, and he falls to the floor.

«Brother!»

Reynold flies up to him and kneels on the floor, not letting Penelope out of his hands.

«I realized it only recently, but there... is nothing more important... than family... Run, Reynold... And so... rry...», Derrick glances at Penelope and closes his eyes forever.

Reynold is crying like a little baby. Penelope snuggles up to him and hugs his shoulders as much as she can in such an exhausted state. She knows what it's like to lose a family.

Penny turns to the body of the eldest son of the house of Eckhart and wishes him a reunion with his real sister and father, who has already paid the price for not being able to raise his hand on the body of his real daughter.

They get out of the palace, and even the capital, but Reynold has not gone far. The former slave, now the "king", was glad to find himself a queen without the knowledge and, thus, the prohibition of the "empress", and the younger son of the Eckhart, who mocked his mistress and drove him half to death in training, he never liked.

After a small battle, in which Penelope, exhausted by torture, simply could not physically take part, Iklis picks her up and sits in a carriage, taking the former duchess to the north. Penelope howls and cries, mourning her almost brother. The picture of his decapitated body will forever remain a scar on her heart and will haunt her in her dreams for a long time.

Penny thanks all the gods for the fact that a spell pops up in her head, despite the lost wand-mirror, and for the fact that Iklis, unlike Leila, does not know how to block magic. And when the new bastard-king of Delmania tries to get under her skirt, he gets a fireball in the face. And about-to-be-queen flees, disguised as a maid, leaving the body of her former escort in the royal bedchamber strewn with petals of roses that she hates.

Penelope runs through the woods at night without looking backShe's not even a bit ashamed. After this shit, they're even. Moreover, Iklis went mad by himself, and madmen on the throne always have one end - death at the hands of their compatriots, who, in this case, followed him for freedom from the empire, and not into slavery to the demons. A wicked joke. Penelope is bursting with laughter. If Iklis hadn't been obsessed with her, he might have been considered an intelligent king who knelt for the life of his subjects. Penelope stops and laughs out loud.

«Crazy game.»

Who could fix it all?

Of the key characters, only Callisto and Winter remained.

Penelope had heard nothing about the first one. After she gave up the name and ran away in search of the mirror of truth, she never saw him. However, judging by how quickly Leia captured the palace, it would not have been possible without his participation. This was his routine in normal mode afterall. Her heart sank uncomfortably.

As for Winter, Penelope seemed to have heard something about him in the conversations of her torturers. Most likely, he fell into their hands. His fate is unknown, but... But Penny could bet anything, even though she didn't have anything left to bet, that she wouldn't envy.

With such thoughts, she goes further into the depths of the forest and further from the palace, if she is lucky, she will be missed only in the morning. The girl moves through the snowdrifts and frowns at the fact that snowflakes fall on her eyelashes and prevent her from clearly seeing the road. Looking at the snow, Penny wonders how much time she spent in custody — she was captured on her way to the mirror, a couple of weeks after her coming-of-age ceremony, back in the summer. The girl stops and absentmindedly wipes a single tear from her cheek. She shakes his head, now is not the time.

She needs shelter, food, and oh, hell, at least some kind of plan.

She gets to some small village, seemingly untouched by the outbreak of the war. And Penelope understands why - crumbled houses, covered with snow, small farms, an old sawmill and a blacksmith shop, who needs it?

But never say never, because at this moment two emissaries, accompanied by a dozen magicians, enter the village and start convolve the locals.

Why is it that every time someone says "Somebody do something!", it turns out to be her?

The brain screams to turn around and leave before it's too late, but the blood boils with the magic of ancient wizards and asks for battle. And when Leila reaches out to the little girl with a carnivorous smile, lightning pierces his head.

Penelope had enough of this spectacle on the Soleil Island when her not-stepsister ate people alive, thank you. She's had enough.

A scuffle begins. The villagers arm themselves as best they can, mainly with hunting bows. And Penelope finds herself on the front line, and not in her usual position at the back.

After the battle, the girl falls frozen and exhausted loses consciousness.

She wakes up again in the forest, and the head of the local rebel squad, on his knees, asks her to join their ranks. For some reason, the girl does not even think to refuse.

Could Penelope have thought that she would swap the title of a lady to the title of an archimage, long curls to a short ponytail, still curly though, and ball gowns to an army uniform? And the crossbow is replaced by spells, because magic is replenished unlike arrows. Penelope begins to make decisions that she would have made in life, and notes to herself that she has already grown together with Penelope.

During the next planned outing, everything goes wrong. More leilas have suddenly been pulled here, and Penelope can't figure out why, until their squad is knocked out of the encirclement by imperial soldiers.

There is no room for pride now, survival is at stake, and the rebels are joining the troops of the empire.

Her commander calls her to talk to the command, and there she meets the Crown Prince himself. She will never forget his shocked face, although hers was probably no better.

Her commander, without reading the situation, continues to negotiate dispassionately. This sobers Penelope, and she puts an impassive expression on her face, and concentrates her attention on the map. When she looks up at Callisto again, he sends her a look she can't read.

Immediately after the end of the meeting, Penelope goes to the fresh air to breath and somehow calm the raging heart. Having already moved away from the camp, she suddenly hears the crunch of branches behind her. She turns around abruptly, but the spell does not come off her tongue, as she sees golden hair shining under the moonlight, burning ruby eyes and his beautiful face...

He kissed every scar left by the enemies of her kind, licked every tear from her cheeks, hugged her so tightly that Penelope doubted that there was such a force in the world that could pull him away from her at that moment. And most importantly, Penelope finally forgot herself and thought only about him, and not about demons, magicians and deaths, and games, and other dimensions, while he took her right on the grass under the starry sky.

Then, gasping for air, they lie in an embrace. Penny buried her face somewhere between his neck and shoulder and crossed her fingers on the one hand with his. Callisto loosens his grip a little and lifts himself up. Penny looks at him in surprise, but calms down when his cloak falls on her shoulders. Penny snuggles even closer to him and throws her leg over him in a possessive gesture. She hears a soft chuckle, but ignores it, already dozing away. Callisto lifts himself up, although he wants to say something to her and looks at her face, but only clicks his tongue, seeing her closed eyes.

He stays quiet for about five minutes, and then says:

«Just marry me at last.»

Half-asleep Penelope mumbles her agreement and pulls his cloak higher.

A week later they get married in some dilapidated village church. And instead of petals from the sky, fireworks, feasting, dancing and music, the imperial wedding is celebrated with a double ration. That's probably why people were most happy about this wedding.

Penelope was not one of those girls who dreamed of her wedding, imagined the perfect dress, a bouquet, a hall and a cake, but... Looks like Callisto was. Because looking at her in a long white nightgown-yes, it was the best they could come up with—he looked sad and guilty. Penelope adjusts the falling wreath of wildflowers and reaches for a kiss. She's just damn glad that at least Callisto, she was able to defend.

Callisto had prepared the rings in advance, even before her escape. Penelope would have laughed at his arrogance, but now this ring on her finger is the only thing that warms her soul in these dark times.

Penelope has a gold ring on her hand, and every morning she wakes up, though on the ground, but in his embrace. And it seems that life is slowly getting better, despite all this atrocity around, but...

Her newfound friend, an expert in history and archaeology, as well as ancient magicians in particular, and concurrently the young wife of her husband's closest adviser, has a miscarriage. For the first time, Cedric asks his Highness for a day off to spend it with a broken Marien, and Callisto gives it for the first time.

Penelope is ashamed that while wiping the tears of her first friend in this world, she thinks that this is good news. At such times, the birth of a child is not happiness, but a great grief.

Penelope notes to herself that years of forced hunger strikes and months of torture and work at the limit of both physical and magical abilities have most likely made her infertile now. Now and only now, it's good. And Penelope definitely won't cry because of this sudden insight into the pillow, no. The fact that she lost her family, and will not be able to create her own, is not the worst thing that could happen to her in this crazy world. She tries to believe this. Just to save some bits of her sanity left.

A couple of weeks later, they hear that the "empress" has been killed. By her own. Penelope doesn't even have the strength to grin anymore.

The Crown Prince and the Crown Princess decide that this is the right time for their maneuvers. But an offensive on, but an evacuation.

The Crown Prince recalls that during their operations to capture Delmanians, expeditions to the northern seas took place and a couple of islands were discovered. Due to the infertile soil, they were considered unprofitable, and because of the war with the empire, the research was quickly closed, but now these pathetic, useless pieces of land are their best option.

The problem was that lately they had been mostly engaged in partisanship, and they needed ships for thousands of people. Taking small fishing villages would attract attention before at least some acceptable part of the people could escape.

Thus, an operation to seize the commercial port was organized in a short time. The plan was more suicidal, but Penelope can't remember the last time she took part in another one. Apparently, the others were of the same opinion, since it was approved.

Penelope worked as a distraction, bombing enemy magicians with fireballs and lightning. Pulling the leilas greedy for wizards away from the evacuation zone. Callisto, meanwhile, was storming the port from the other side of the city.

Penelope swallowed hastily brewed and hellishly bitter mana replenishment potions, and continued to pour spells on opponents while the ranks of her fellow magicians continued to thin.

At some point, there were a dozen of them left, and a Jean familiar to her, who at first taught her not to pour all the mana into one spell, told her, «Your Highness, go. The last ship is leaving now. We will detain them.»

Unprecedented generosity. Penelope would have been moved if it hadn't been for her inexplicably newfound pride.

«Unfortunately, I married the captain of this sinking ship. We're both not going anywhere.»

«You should. People need someone to lead them.»

«You are “people” too», Penelope retorts, wiping the blood from the wound on her head with a sharp, quick movement.

«If you die here with us, it won't change anything at all.»

Jean reaches out and casts a spell on her, which she herself put on the squad that was going on a preliminary sortie earlier.

«Find His Highness.»

Penelope freezes for a second, but...

«Bye, Jean», she whispers.

But the invisibility spell soon runs out. Penelope takes refuge in an alley, and uses the search spell again. This brings the two leilas to her.

Fights in alleys are terrible and cruel stuff, and when there are three magicians in an alley, it is disgusting and destructive.

Penny has learned to attack first a long time ago. Melt the face of one, depriving the eyes, shield from the spell of the other, counterattack, take a blow and finish off... Penelope gets off with a small loss - a leg. And while the leg is not completely gone, she limps to her man.

There is a real meat grinder going on in the streets of the coastal city, but Penny has learned not to pay attention to it. A soldier in a hurry points her to some building, and runs to help his comrades. Penelope doesn't have time to order him to retreat.

The Crown Princess is already climbing down the wall, and here she is a few meters away from the one she was looking for...

«Why didn't you leave?», such a stupid question that she won’t deign to answer it.

She finally crawls up to him and settles down next to him. Examines him, notes how he holds his hand on his stomach, from under which a spreading bloodstain is already visible.

Penelope has no mana left, no potions, no scrolls, no ordinary bandages, but the woman tiredly notes the ruby ornament clamped between his fingers, which has not shone as brightly as before during treatment for a long time. Penelope Regulus tells herself to calm down.

«Let us take a nap for a while», Penelope lowers her head on her husband’s shoulder, simultaneously intertwining her fingers with his.

Everything is floating in her eyes, white noise in her head. She knows rather than feels that Callisto is forcing himself to exert force to bend his fingers so that he can also hold hers. He exhales heavily and raggedly—and Penny doesn't like the way he wheezes—and puts his head on top of hers.

Penelope is crying for some reason. She suddenly wants to say with all her heart that she loves him more than anything in the world, but her body is so tired, so tired for all this time, starting from the moment she crossed the threshold of the duke's house, that her tongue does not obey, and her eyes close.

When she forces herself to open them by pure force of will, she is sitting on her knees, in some heavy clothes that pinned her to the floor. She abruptly looks up from the floor and sees the young duke swearing at her, because she did something at the banquet again.

Tears continue to flow from the Crown Princess' eyes. She grabs her hand, which now has no wedding ring on it.

Just a reminder that the stakes are high in this game

[pongnosis]

AU Devil snippet

From the ’incomplete stuff in my writing folder that will never get edited into an actual fic’-section of my laptop (a section which mainly consists of a lot of documents with about half a page of writing that will never be opened again, let’s be real here). I had an idea for an AU DDBS future in which one of the assassination attempts against Yassen succeeded that wouldn’t leave me alone, so I ended up writing about 2k worth of Alex having a miserable time. Posted here just in case anyone wants to share in his misery!

Warnings: Major (off-screen) character death, not edited, incomplete, present tense because that’s how it started and you can’t convince me to fix it now.

Rating: PG-13

There is no time to grieve, no time to find his feet. Dr Three had already started to step back from SCORPIA’s day-to-day business in favour of his own interests and focus on training his successor. The plan was always to retire when Alex turned twenty.

Now that successor is dead and his eventual successor is seventeen and nowhere near ready to take over.

If Alex wants it all to be worth it, if he doesn’t want to see their plans crumble around him, he’s going to have to learn fast.

Dr Three can’t control SCORPIA on his own. He was still working with Yassen to trim down the organisation to make it manageable under one executive.

Alex gets a field promotion. Less than fourteen hours after the explosion, he is on a flight to his first SCORPIA base to grind any thoughts of ambition and politics into the ground.

---

Alex adapts. Sagitta adapts with him. No one needs to spell out the facts of life. Orion is no longer Cossack’s second-in-command but the heir to SCORPIA and Dr Three’s voice and will in the field. The kid was a target before. Now, with Cossack dead and Orion propelled into the spotlight too young and too soon, that risk grows by magnitudes.

Sagitta has to be able to live up to that responsibility. If they can’t, Orion needs someone who will.

They were never good people. Good people have no place with SCORPIA’s combat teams. Good people don’t murder, or sell military secrets, or betray their country for a better salary.

Orion let them be softer and friendlier. He gave them a stable base and the thrill of adrenaline both. Now it’s time to live up to their name, just like Orion will live up to his.

----

There is no funeral. Yassen put no instructions into place, and Alex isn’t sure where Yassen would even have wanted to be buried in the first place.

The Fer de Lance burns in the Black Sea instead, a funeral pyre loaded with fuel and the ashes of the man who saved Alex’s life. When the flames reach the cargo and sets off a fireball that Alex can feel all the way from the escorting ships, she turns night into day and outshines the sun itself for a few, brief moments.

It’s as close to Yassen’s childhood home as Alex can get with politics and a ship of her size. He hopes that Yassen would have approved.

----

SCORPIA retires Danube as a call sign.

Like flight numbers after bad crashes or particularly brutal hurricanes, it is not a reminder that is kind to keep in plain sight. If Hill wants to revive the name, it’s his decision and his decision alone. Alex won’t force it on him, and he won’t let anyone else, either.

----

It takes Commander Hill a solid week to be released from the hospital, and another three past that before Alex sees him.

By then, Alex has spent the past month in a whirlwind of politics and lessons and brutal evidence that seventeen or not, he earned his position through skill and not indulgence.

Alex doesn’t recognise himself in the mirror any more. He’s paler and harder; sharp lines and cold eyes, and he can’t recall the last time he slept a full night.

He wants to be angry. He wants someone to pay. But he sees Hill and sees that same bone-deep loss reflected in him, too, the paleness and the knowledge that the man lost his whole team; people he cared about and was responsible and possibly even considered friends.

He wants someone to pay, but Hill is not that someone, and another vague idea solidifies in his mind.

“… I have a job offer for you,” he says instead.

Hill listens.

----

Alex sends Crux to send a message to SCORPIA’s enemies and clean out those bases that seem to have taken events as a chance to make a grab for power. She brings Commander Hill and the newly-named team Deimos with her along with additional backup and firepower as necessary.

Alex and Sagitta start in Russia, Crux and Deimos in South America, Nile and Ammit in Indonesia. Three can’t be everywhere. He is one man, almost seventy, in charge of an organisation he was already in the process of handing over to his successor.

Trust and attachments is an old argument between Alex and Three. With time working against them and the risk of a successful coup rising by the day, Three allows Alex to make what will become the first important decision of his own future reign of SCORPIA: Nile and Crux are given completely free hands to carry out their task. There is no time to approve everything, no time for constant updates. Whatever they do, whatever they decide, whatever is deemed necessary as they work through SCORPIA’s infrastructure to secure it, base by bloody base, they do so with Orion’s voice and authority.

Three believes in control, Alex believes in trust.

Two months later, when the first signs appear that SCORPIA is stabilising, when Three and Alex are both still alive despite several assassination attempts, Alex knows that trust has paid off.

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Yassen’s will is a complicated mess as befits one of the co-Heads of SCORPIA, and even Alex isn’t privy to the whole thing. He does know that the majority goes to him. As Yassen had done very well for himself even before his place on the Board, Alex becomes abruptly rather more wealthy than he was.

It’s a lot of money and he knows it. He’s had plans to write up a will of his own and Yassen has mentioned it more than once, but he’s had so many other things to worry about and – he wasn’t sure he was ready to face that.

He doesn’t feel like he has a choice any more and it’s a bitter realisation.

Yassen was always supposed to be in it. With their various responsibilities, they spent more time away from each other than not. Alex always knew that if he got killed, odds were that Yassen wouldn’t be there to target as well. He supposed the same had been the case for Yassen.

His will is less of a mess but still complicated. There are some minor mentions in it but the largest ones are easy.

He sets Tom and Jack up for life. He can’t promise a new SCORPIA leadership will lift a finger to help them, no matter how many stipulations he puts into place – frankly, he’s sure that if something takes him out within the next decade, SCORPIA likely won’t survive at all – but there are contingency plans to take care of that instead. New identities, secret bank accounts, detailed instructions, and regularly updated lists of useful contacts.

Like Danube with Yassen, Alex knows that there is a very real risk that anything meant to target him could kill a number of people around him as well. It’s a risk Sagitta accepts and gets paid well to take, but they have always been more than just security to Alex.

If anyone from Sagitta survives whatever takes out Alex, they will be set for life as well.

-----

Six months after Yassen Gregorovich is killed, Three summons Jack to his office. Her feelings about Gregorovich’s death have been – complicated. They had tolerated each other but never saw eye to eye on things. They both put Alex’s well-being high on the list of priorities but had very different interpretations of how to handle that. The complicated sense of grief, she suspects, comes mostly from the loss of someone else in Alex’s corner and the effects the man’s death has had on Alex.

Three’s summon is in no way welcome. Jack goes, anyway, because she doesn’t have a choice. The talk goes about as well as she expects, with Alex half a world away and increasingly Orion more than Alex Rider, and with Yassen’s reluctant protection gone.

“Orion,” Three says, “will need unconditional support if he – and by extension SCORPIA and all who fall under her aegis – is to have any chance to survive and succeed.”

Jack bristles despite herself. “What are you implying?”

There isn’t a drop of humanity in Three’s expression, just the cool, sharp edge of a scalpel in an autopsy room; the utter inability to genuinely be human that Jack noticed from the first time she met him and which had become increasingly common in Gregorovich as well.

“You are about to become a liability to him, Ms Starbright.” It’s the words that Jack has expected to hear for months but it makes them no less terrifying coming from Three with no one around to temper him. “He will need unconditional support to succeed at this time, not someone who clings to inconvenient remnants of morals despite being in the employ of a terrorist organisation. In acknowledgement of Alex’s young age and attachment to you, you have two options. You will be released from all current agreements with a sizeable bank account available to you, a new identity, and a non-disclosure agreement of everything related to SCORPIA. You will be free to make your own future but will never see Alex again and will no longer enjoy the benefits of SCORPIA’s protection.”

Jack swallows. The immediate idea is appealing but she knows what it would mean to lose that protection. The sort of people who would try to hunt her down, even with the best new identity that SCORPIA could provide. That’s not getting into the idea of never seeing Alex again. “And the alternative?”

Three smiles. There isn’t a drop of warmth in it. “You have been brought up to standards for a civilian SCORPIA employee over the past year. Your Malagosto classes served you well. That is a decent foundation but hardly enough. You will enrol at Malagosto and pass on your own merits. If you graduate, you will be guaranteed your choice of a position, even with Alex. If you fail, again, the alternative is money and a new identity. SCORPIA will demand no payment for your training either way.”

Something settles cold and heavy in Jack’s lungs and makes it hard to breathe.

Graduate. She knows exactly what that means. Pretty euphemisms that can be summed up kill someone to prove you won’t be a liability or leave everything that has become your life: Alex, Tom, your friends, everyone, and start over from scratch.

Both options are awful. Was this what Alex felt like, too, when he realised what he was really up against? Two awful options and no way out that wouldn’t end with his death?

“How long do I have to decide?” she asks, partially in an attempt to buy time. She needs to consider this, needs to think it through, needs to -

“Until you leave this office,” Three responds. Then he smiles thinly. “Of course, you are welcome to stay for as long as you need to make a decision. Dwale is due in ten minutes with an update on the plans to settle the small matter of retribution. Orion will join via video call. I expect the discussion will be – lively.”

Graphic, Jack’s mind translated. She loves Alex but knows that getting even has been on his mind since he got the news about Yassen’s assassination, and Three -

“Malagosto,” she says hoarsely but manages to keep her voice level. “Malagosto. Sir.”

- Three is still the ruthless old sadist at heart and while she knows that SCORPIA will keep to the letter of the agreement, she knows that nothing good will come from choosing to leave. She’s one of the last bits of humanity Alex has left – that the future Head of SCORPIA has left – and she won’t take that away from him.

Jack Starbright will have to learn to kill. She only hopes that after months isolated at Malagosto with the full curriculum, she will have stopped caring by the time she has to do it.

[westcoastrry]

Can’t Help If This Is Us

Hello friends. I’ve worked super hard on this fic. I’m not a fast writer so this took my while and I’m super happy with the way it turned out! Special thank to my bestie @harryforvogue​ . I wouldn’t know how to spell or about even write if it wasn’t for her so thanks you ugly fart face.

Also I wrote this entirely for free so all I ask is for feedback. I would really appreciate it and would love to hear your thoughts!

literally mate please let me know your thoughts. PLEASE. I beg.

WARNING: there is smut in this and mentions of the mafia.

I hope you enjoy reading Kiara and Harry’s story as much an I enjoyed writing it. 11.5k words

A fic about Kiara, a normal girl who works at a coffee shop in the upper east side of New York, where she meets Harry. A man who is caught up in a job he doesn’t want but is working hard to craft a better life for himself.

Fuck me like you wanna make love

Call me when you wanna stay in touch

Lie together just to gain trust

Say what you wanna say, can't help if this is us

Moving to New York was a fresh start for Kiara.

It’s only been a couple of months, but she has grown accustomed to the city.

She has an apartment in a not-so-great part of town, but it is close to her University, and the view from her balcony isn’t too bad. She is a coffee connoisseur, so when her pregnant friend and neighbor, Trina, helped her get a job at a cafe on the Upper East Side of Manhattan, how could Kiara truly not make the best of her newfound city life?

“An Americano please?” a deep British voice asserts.

Kiara’s cleaning off the steamer about an hour into her morning shift when the man with long chocolate curls speaks to her. Kiara has been working here for a month, and some very high profile people have come to the shop, but Kiara has never seen this man, but he sure looks important. He is in a suit, all black, and the only accessories are the multitude of rings he has on his fingers. The rose one catches her eye first, then the big gold H.S letter rings. Those are his initials? What is the point of that? Is this man obsessed with himself?

“Americano?” he says more lightly, snapping Kiara out of her thoughts.

“Sorry, I- Americano,” Kiara stutters.

Kiara isn’t one to get easily flustered, but how can she not be when this six-foot sexy man was towering over her in a suit, asking for black coffee.

Only real men drink black coffee.

She works around the machine expertly until the man’s voice interrupts her. “You’re new here?”

“Yeah,” she responds, swiping a curl off her forehead. Managing her naturally curly type four hair in the bipolar New York weather has been a challenge. Most days, she wears her thick hair in a bun, or when she can afford to get it done, box braids. “Started working here a month ago.” Kiara hands him the coffee in a brown to-go cup.

“Hmmm. I’m here all the time. I’m sure I would have noticed a new pretty employee.”

“Guess I’m not all that pretty then,” Kiara fires back, handing him a receipt with a pen to sign.

Harry doesn’t really know what to say to that because he actually does find Kiara pretty. He likes that her face is an even brown color with a few beauty marks. He likes the color of her light brown hair, and he really likes the sound of her voice. It’s sort of angelic, even when she is snapping at him.

Harry smugly hands Kiara his hefty card (the first indicator that this man has money) and signs the receipt. He drops some cash on the bill.

“That’s your tip. By the way, I do think you’re pretty.” His eyes flick down to her name tag. “Kiara.”

Kiara rolls her eyes at the man. He probably walks around life getting everything handed to him because he’s rich, white, and hot.

Screw him and his stupid cute dimple, Kiara thinks to herself. She goes to grab the receipt he signed and see’s two fifty-dollar bills stacked on each other.

Her mouth forms into an “o” shape. A hundred dollars on a three-dollar coffee? What sense does that even make? This had to be a mistake.

“Hey Kiara, are you okay?” Trina, who’s waiting tables today, asks. She has her brown apron tied over her baby bump with a few crumpled receipts and pens tucked in the pockets.

“I just got tipped a hundred dollars,” Kiara says, still shocked.

“You go, girl!” Trina enthusiastically shouts. “Who was it? A regular?”

“I’m not sure. I’ve never seen him before. Brown curly hair, dressed in a nice black suit-”

“Oh, that’s Harry,” Trina smiles. “Everyone loves Harry. He is a cutie. Been getting coffee here for a long time. He owns the strip club down the street.”

“I’m sorry. The dude owns a what?”

“A strip club bar type thing,” Trina shrugs. “Very fancy. It’s pretty much only for the elite. He is super nice. Everyone loves him here! He bought me a crib and this fancy high-tech stroller when he found out I was pregnant.”

“Yeah, well, he is kinda a dick if you ask me,” Kiara mutters under her breath.

“He tipped you a hundred dollars, and you’re calling him a dick?” Trina curiously questions.

“He called me pretty! And he had this arrogant ambiance to his voice. And what is with all the rings? It’s tacky.”

Trina places her hands on her hips.“Oh, just say you find the man hot! It’s okay to admit you find Manhattan’s most eligible and rich bachelor hot. I don’t blame you. I would get on it if I wasn’t thirty and pregnant.”

“I’m not admitting anything. Besides, I don’t have time for men. Men just cause problems.”

“Oh, you're telling me?” Trina points to her bulging belly. Kiara snorts at her friend and starts to walk away to grab more coffee beans from the storage, and Trina follows closely behind her. “You need to have some fun! Loosen up. Get your head out of that textbook. You have been living next to me for three months, and I haven’t seen you invite not one boy over! I know that vibrator you use is tired.”

Kiara grabs the box of coffee beans and turns back around to face Trina. “My vibrator is doing me just fine.”

Kiara’s whole life has been centered around academics. She was a really smart kid growing up. She had a good start to life too. However, Kiara’s wholesome childhood took a turn at twelve when her Dad died in a car accident. The accident was horrific for her entire family, but it hit her mom the worst. Her mom went from being a well respected physician's assistant, to being a drug addict, and Kiara had to grow up at the tender age of twelve just to take care of her mother. Around the age of fourteen Kiara’s mom got shipped off to rehab, and she ended up weaving in and out of foster homes until she was eighteen. Kiara realized that she never wants that to happen to her future family. She has been working hard on her academics because she hopes to have a stable income, so she can give her future kid the life that she never had.

It’s not like Kiara didn’t want to go and mingle around. Meet a new guy, have a one-nightstand, maybe even possibly fall in love. However, the dating scene as a brown skin woman in a whitewashed part of the city isn’t as easy as it sounds. Kiara doesn’t teeter the line of looking ethnically ambiguous. She is clearly a Black girl. Caramel skin, tight curls, full lips, and wide hips. Kiara likes these traits that she carries. In fact, she loves them, but men don’t. Specifically, men that aren’t her race. Not to mention that Black men are hard to come by in this particular part of city.

The simple fact is most white men don’t like Black women.

It’s even arguable that Black men don't even like Black women.

And Kiara is okay with that. She doesn’t need to be approved by a bunch of white people, nonetheless ones with penises. She just wishes she had more options to date within her race, or at least find someone who genuinely liked her.

Maybe that’s the reason why Kiara doesn’t want to go out and find a man to have some fun with. She knows he’s going to be white, and she will have to endure hundreds of questions about her race and her hair or meet racist parents, and she has done that all before.

So, for now, instead of explaining this to Trina, her very white friend, she will just blow off her questions about why she isn’t sleeping around or why she doesn’t entertain the idea of going to bars to find cute boys.

+++

The next day Kiara is off work. She spends her day sitting in her bed, in red pajama shorts and her university sweater, studying for her midterm. She got through quite a bit but is still a little worried about not getting an A. About an hour into her studying, she hears bickering from Trina’s apartment.

“I don’t know what you are being so shy about. Just ask her! You are great with girls.”

“No, I’m great at fucking girls. Trying to establish a genuine connection, I haven’t done that in a while.”

“I believe in you! Now go!”

Knock

Knock

It’s another guy that Trina has been trying to set Kiara up with. Trina does this about every other month. Very rarely does Kiara entertain the idea and sleeps with them, because she is bored, but it usually doesn’t go further than that.

Kiara opens the door to her apartment and there stands Harry. He is holding a boutique of red roses in one hand, and his other is behind his back. The suit he is wearing today is slightly different. Same silhouette, but this time the suit is brown. Kiara finally gets a good look at this man, and fuck.

Green eyes, full bright pink lips. Wide shoulders and defined biceps that show he does work out but isn’t a gym rat.

Gucci loafers. Now, this is an interesting man.

“What are you doing here?”

Harry nervously gestures to the flowers in his hand. “I brought you this.”

“You just came here to bring me flowers?”

“I also brought you this,” Harry pulls his hand from behind his back and shows a bottle of wine he got when he went on a business trip in Napa. He was saving the wine for a special occasion, like the next time he would go visit his mom, but this is more than a special occasion in Harry’s eyes. He is trying to swoon this girl.

Kiara smiles at him and grabs the wine bottle. If it’s one thing Kiara has learned in her adult life is that she loves wine. She usually only gets the cheap stuff from the liquor store down the street, but Kiara has never seen this bottle before.

She walked to her kitchen, leaving Harry staring at her dumbfoundedly. She pulled out two wine glasses from her kitchen cabinet.

Normally Kiara wouldn’t entertain this. Especially since she has a test to study for. However, she can’t lie and say she hasn’t been worked up...sexually.

“Alright, you brought me wine. You are welcomed in.”

Harry follows her inside the apartment, feeling a bit awkward. Usually, Harry never found himself at a girl’s place. He always took his one-night stands back to his house and had his assistant, Trevor escort them out in the morning.

Harry was nervous because this wasn’t a one-night stand. This was him bringing wine and flowers to a girls’ apartment, which he barely knows.

Just like Kiara, Harry also hasn’t been in the dating scene in a while. He has been busy with work, and it’s not easy what he does.

“So why did you come all this way to bring me wine?” Kiara asks Harry, pouring some wine into a glass and handing it to him. “I know you don’t live in this part of the city.”

“I don’t.” Harry sits on the barstool by the kitchen countertop. “I told you I thought you were pretty. Nice place, by the way.”

Kiara looks for the sarcasm on Harry’s face when he compliments her one-bedroom apartment but doesn’t find any. Kiara’s apartment isn’t ugly. But it probably is nothing compared to what Harry lives in.

Kiara takes a gulp of her wine. “It’s kinda trash actually. This is the ghetto.”

“You go to Columbia?” Harry asked, noticing her university sweater.

Kiara takes one more gulp of her wine, finishing off what is left in her glass. She was going to answer Harry’s question. She really was. But she got a good look at his bone structure. The way his jaw is a perfectly angled line. The way his Adam apple moves when he takes a sip of his wine. Even the way his fingers glide against the glass.

She begins to wonder how his fingers would feel against her.

“Kiara?”

That was it for Kiara because she doesn’t think she can keep herself composed in front of this beautiful rich man.

Instead of pouring her wine, Kiara grabs the bottle and starts to chug the wine like she is a trucker drinking a Samuel Adams.

Her lips remove from the bottle with a pop sound. Harry is now staring at Kiara completely taken aback by her actions. “What are you really here for, Harry? Sex? Because we can cut the small talk part.”

“Maybe I actually like you, Kiara.”

“You don’t like me.”

“Who told you that,” Harry counters.

Harry watches closely as Kiara struts towards him.

“I thought you were into blonde models?”

“Where are you finding this information from?” he questions.

“Google.”

Harry smirks. “So you’re googling me?”

“You know, if you wanted to know more about me, you could have just asked.”

Kiara cut him off with her lips attached to his. She wanted him to shut up, but she also wanted to kiss him.

Killing two birds with one stone.

Harry’s lips move in sync with hers, and he places his ringed hands on her back, pulling her closer to him.

If Kiara is being honest with herself, Harry’s lips feel like magic. It’s been a while since Kiara has kissed a guy, and she feels butterflies in the pit of her stomach.

“Kiara, what are we doing?” Harry mumbles into her mouth.

“We are gonna go back to my bedroom, and you are going to fuck me. Hard.”

“A-are are you sure about that?” Harry stutters on his words.

“We both know you didn’t come here to take me out on some date. So let’s just do this.”

Harry should have confidently responded and said, “No, Kiara, that is not why I’m here. I’m here because I actually find you attractive, and I know you have been working at the shop for about two weeks now but I have been very nervous to ask you on a date.”

However, his mouth went dry because Kiara threw off her sweater and her perky boobs sat fully on her chest.

“Kiara-”

“You know,” Kiara rests the palm of her hands on his muscular chest. Kiara has the upper hand and she sees it in the way Harry was staring at her, gaping at her actions. She loves being this bold. Upper chest bare for a man who is practically drooling over her boobs. Kiara likes to be in charge, but only for a little bit. After a while she wants to be taken care of. In bed that is. “For a man of such little words, you are talking so much right now.”

Harry grabs both of her wrist, but keeps her hands placed upon his chest. He knows his heart is racing a mile per minute. Kiara feels it and for a second she thinks to herself that there is no way she is causing this man's heart to skip beats.

Kiara stands up on her tippy toes and lets her tongue dart out to touch right below Harry’s ear suckling on the spot until it turns a nice red shade. She detaches her lips with a pop.

“You want this,” Harry whispers.

“I need this,” Kiara responds back.

“Tell me what you need Kiara.”

Harry’s right hand brushes over her bare breast, causing her to buckle a bit and stumble onto Harry’s chest.

“Hold yourself up, love, and tell me what you need.”

“I need you to fuck me,” Kiara whines.

With that, Harry holds Kiara's hips and roughly turns her away from him. Her hands went out and to grab at the granite countertop, holding herself up as much as she possibly could.

“How do you want it, hmm?” Harry whispers, quickly shrugging off his blazer and undoing a few buttons from his shirt. He begins to place wet kisses along the back of her shoulder. “I can fuck you right here, bent over the counter top. Or I can take you to the bed.”

“Here,” Kiara choked out through a moan.

“Can you handle it?” Harry teasingly asked her.

“I can handle it.”

“Can I take off your shorts?” Harry asks in a more serious tone.

“Mhmm, yes please.”

Harry shimmies down Kiara’s shorts. He takes the time to run his hands over her ass. The contact of her hot skin and Harry’s ice cold rings feels good to Kiara. She wants him to spank her, but she isn’t exactly sure what Harry is into and now she wishes she was sober enough to vocalize what she likes in bed so her needs can be met.

“Let's get a good orgasam out of you. Can I eat you?”

“Yes. God Harry, you're teasing me.”

“Not teasing,” he reassures her. “Just wanna know what you like.”

Harry gets down on his knees and opts for pushing her gray panties to the side instead of taking them off. Her core is glistening in her arousal and the smell alone makes Harry’s dick twitch in his boxers.

“Stop staring at it and-” Kiara cuts her sentence off with a yelp because Harry has attached his plump lips to her clit, giving her small kitten licks.

Kiara doesn’t really prefer to be eaten out. Most men's mouths don’t really do it for her. However, Harry is doing a very good job at keeping her legs shaking. She wants to turn around and look at him, but everytime she tries he delves deeper and deeper in her core, until she can barely hold herself up.

“M’mmm. A little higher please?”

Harry smirks against Kiara’s core because the little please she added to the end of her request tells him that she is slowly letting go of the tough exterior she puts up.

“Here? Is this good?”

“Yeah. Fuck right there please.” Kiara grips at the counter harder until her fingertips turned white.

“Been eating your veggies, huh?” Harry talks against Kiara’s core, the vibrations making her shudder. “You taste good love.”

Kiara is unable to respond because Harry is really going at it. His hands tightly grip Kiara's hips. His face is completely buried in her cunt, and he feels a slight ache in his jaw from the motions he makes with his mouth.

He continues to lick over her swollen folds, and then wraps his lips around her clit, which makes Kiara arch her back and push onto him. She is a panting mess, mouth wide open, eyes pinched together. She begins to thrash around but Harry grips even tighter at her hips.

“Stay still love.”

“I can’t,” she whined. “I’m gonna cum.”

“Why don’t you ask to cum?”

Kiara chokes on her spit slightly when Harry pulls his mouth from her pussy, and dips a finger inside of her. “Am I not entitled to an orgasm?”

“You are if you wanna be good for me.”

“Well if you're looking for a good girl I think you have come to the wrong place-”

Harry adds a second finger to her, which shuts Kiara up. “Ask nicely and you can cum.”

“I didn’t know you were gonna be so-”

“So what?” Harry asks her.

“Dominant.”

“You're lucky I’m not spanking you.”

“What's holding you back?” Kiara challenged.

Harry gets up from off his knees, and his free hand reigns down a heavy smack on her ass.

“Ask me nicely,” Harry demands, slowly pumping his fingers in and out of her.

“No.”

Smack.

“Ask nicely Kiara. I can do this all night.”

Kiara snaps her head back to look at Harry. “No.”

Smack.

Smack.

Smack.

The three spanks that Harry had given to Kiara were much harder than the first. So hard that Harry started to see an outline of his hand print.  

It's when Harry gives her one more smack and pushes his fingers deeper into her, hitting a sensitive spot that Kiara gives in.

“Fuck, Harry please just let me come,” Kiara struggles to say with a couple tears falling from her eyes from being so wrapped up in pleasure.

“Say sorry.”

“I’m sorry. So damn sorry. Please, I'm so close.”

Harry laughed at how her personality has done a complete one eighty. She went from being a complete brat to now begging him for an orgasm. “You are?”

“Yes please.”

Once Harry feels her pussy tighten around his fingers he pulls them from inside of her. “I don’t think you are that sorry.”

Kiara let out a whimper at the loss of connection. Her legs are still shaking and she almost slipped off the counter but Harry was quick to catch her.

Harry's strong arms snaked around to the front of Kiara’s stomach, letting her stumble back into her arms. She felt Harry’s hard cock press up against her raw ass.“Easy now.”

Usually, Kiara would give Harry some witty comments, but right now she is too worked up from being so close to her orgamsm. She feels a bit fuzzy, not sure what to do next. Her core aches and all she can think about is getting off.

Her hands go down to rub at her clit, but Harry quickly smacks it away.

“That's my job tonight alright? You gonna let me fuck you? You're gonna be good so I can get you off properly.”

Kiara nods her head.

“Verbal consent Kiara.”

“Yes please.”

“Good girl.”

Harry’s smug voice echoes in her ear as he places wet open mouth kisses along her neck. Harry is really enjoying himself. She felt him smile against his neck when he started to coax soft moans out of her.

Kiara weakly pushes Harry's head away from her neck.

“Doll, are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

“No, I'm good. Can we just take this to my bedroom?” Kiara politely asks. “I think I will be more comfortable there.”

When Harry gets a good look at Kiara, he can tell he has pushed past the first layer of her tough exterior. He knows there is probably much more fight and sass in her, but right now she looks vulnerable.

“Yes of course we can,” Harry held his hand out and Kiara willingly took it as he led both of them to the bedroom.

When they arrive, Kiara sits at the edge of her queen sized bed, and Harry lets go of her hand. She whines a little at the feeling of Harry’s hands slipping away from her.

Harry chuckles at the girl. “Let me just take my shirt off darling.”

Kiara watches closely as Harry’s fingers undo the buttons one by one. His silk shirt gilded easily off his toned shoulders. He made his way to sit at the top of Kiara’s bed leaning against the headboard, and Kiara crawled on her hands and knees toward him.

“Christ,” Harry mumbled under his breath.

Harry spreads his legs wider, which allows Kiara to sit comfortably in his lap. She let her hands roam up and down his tattoos starting with the birds on his collar bone. She then notices the butterfly right above his tummy. When she places her left hand on it, tracing the wings, Harry sighs contently at her touch. It’s a comforting touch, one that he has never experienced with his one-night stands.

Harry breaks a sweat on his forehead when Kiara continues to trace his tattoos. His broad chest stops moving up and down because he begins to hold his breath. He isn’t really sure what she is doing, but it feels good. Good enough for Harry to exhale and relax into the bed.

For Harry, sex with girls usually got directly to the point. Of course, there was foreplay, but not to any extent like this.

Having someone else’s hands on your body is a part of sex. However, this feels much more intimate than that. He’s got that feeling of butterflies in his stomach when Kiara begins to run her hands all over his body. It felt like he was in high school again, having sex for the first time and being so nervous because you don’t know what to do. But in this case, the nerves and butterflies don’t come from a lack of knowledge of the female anatomy. It comes from being completely enamored by the beauty this one girl holds.

And for just a second, Harry questions if he deserves this to feel the way he feels right now. Warm and a little drunk on the feeling of love. He doesn’t love Kiara, at least not yet anyway. But he feels like at this moment, Kiara cares for him. And even if she doesn’t care for him, he wouldn’t mind existing in this false reality he has created in his head for a really long time.

Something about having his body touched in such a vulnerable way is making him feel things he has never felt in his life.

“You have a lot of tattoos,” Kiara points out, fingers still tracing his butterfly tattoo.

“Yeah, I have been collecting them over the years.”

“Which one was your first one?” Kiara asks curiously.

Harry brought Kiara’s delicate hands up to the swallows on his chest.

“These ones,” Harry’s voice shakily said. Kiara takes her index finger and begins to trace the birds.

“How old were you?” Kiara asks, keeping her eyes looking at the birds.

“Sixteen,” is all Harry says, trying to keep his past where it belongs. In the past.

“That’s young. You don’t regret any of them?”

“No, actually. I think they all tell a story. Sure, some of them are stupid, but they all got some meaning behind them.

Kiara innocently brings her hand up to his cheek, cradling his face. “You gotta tell me about them one day. You have so many.”

“Mhmm,” Harry hummed in response.

“Let’s kiss some more,” Kiara suggested, wiggling her hips in Harry’s lap to find a comfortable position.

Harry nodded his head in response letting his lips touch Kiara’s, but not yet giving in to her request. His hands find their way to her lower back, and Kiara’s hands now have made their way up to his shoulders.

“You look good. You know that?” Harry says against her lips.

Kiara now has a grin on her face and blushes at Harry as if she has never received a compliment in her life.

Kiara brushes a brown curl off of Harry’s face with her index finger, “You can’t give me compliments while I’m buzzed off of wine because you might make me fall in love with you.”

Harry smiles. “Why don’t I just fuck you like I love you?”

Harry realizes what he said and awkwardly takes his hands off of Kiara’s body, nervously running his hands through his hair.

Kiara see’s the worried look on Harry’s face, but she is just a tad bit too intoxicated to process the weight of Harry’s words.

“Or you could let me fuck you,” Kiara bodly suggests. “I just haven’t done it in a while, so you might need to take over when my legs get sore.”

Harry nods, his forehead pushed upon Kiara’s. He kisses her again, and is taken by surprise when she lightly bites on his lip. She then gives a quick kiss to the corner of the month, and then his throat. She leans over to kiss his collar bones, and Harry takes the opportunity to grab a handful of her ass.

He then slowly peels her underwear off of her. He drags it slowly past her thighs looking down at her soaking wet core.

“You’re wet,” Harry mummers into her ear.

Kiara cups Harry’s dick through his boxers, and slides them off of his hips.

Harry groans in pleasure when he feels her hand touch his hard dick that is leaking pre cum.

“Don’t get too cocky now,” her hand lazily pumps at Harry's length, which she finds to be quite impressive in size.

“Kiara, don’t forget who is in charge here,” Harry grits through his teeth.

Kiara dips her head down to lick at Harry's heavy balls, she then continues her way up to his shaft until she makes her way to his tip and suctions her lips around the pink swollen flesh.

Harry looks down at the Kiara, who is giving him those innocent eyes, as if she doesn’t have his entire dick in her mouth

“Oh fuck me,” Harrys rolls his eyes, and lets his head fall onto the headboard.

“I will. But let me suck you off first.”

Kiara passes her thumb over his dick, and kisses all around the tip. She licks him up and down before taking him into her mouth entirely, making sure to make eye contact with him.

Harry places his hand gently over Kiara’s head, asking permission to touch her. She blinks at him signaling to him that it's okay.

He took a rough grip to Kiara’s brown curls, moving her head up and down in a steady rhythm.

“That's it,” he encourages as Kiara suckles on his tip. “Fucking hell.”

She pulls her mouth from Harry's length and gives him a few sharp tugs.

“Slow down,” Harry pants. “Want to be inside of you when I come. Can you handle it?”

Kiara swings one leg around Harry’s lap, her core just inches away from Harry’s throbbing dick.

“Yeah I can.”

“Well what are you waiting for?”

Kiara slowly slides down on Harry’s dick, and his hands cling to the sides of hips, coaxing her on her way down. Harry groans at how tight and snug she feels around him.

Kiara is about halfway down when the blissful feeling starts to hit her. She tightens her grip on Harry’s shoulders biting her bottom lip.

“What's wrong? Thought you said you could handle it.”

Bravely, in one push Kiara glides right down Harry’s dick.

Harry groans with pleasure as soon as she makes it all the way down. His hands go out to grip her ass, and help her bounce up and down.

“That's it. Good girl. You like it when I call you that?”

“Yes,” Kiara responds, picking up her speed so that her tits move up and down with her.

“What do you want me to call you? I can call you my good girl, a slut, or whore. Which one do you prefer?”

“A whore,” Kiara is slightly embarrassed at what this man is doing to her, but she is so wrapped up in the lust of the moment that she really couldn’t care less.

“You're my dirty little whore, hmmm?”

Harry cranes his neck down to place a kiss on her tongue, lapping his tongue over her soft skin that smells like a floral scented perfume. He moans softly into her neck and squeezes at her fleshy hips.

“Yes.”

“Say it.”

“I’m your dirty little whore,” Out of nowhere Harry thrust his hips up to meet hers. “Fuck, Harry!”

Harry placed a wet kiss behind her hair before speaking, “How about you get on your hands and knees for me. I can fuck you like that.”

“Okay,” Kiara withdraws herself from him with ease due to how wet she was. She props herself on her hands and knees and arches her back for Harry.

Harry places a hand on her lower back. He rubs the tip of his dick over her wet folds before pushing in.

Harry moves slowly at first, testing out the waters to make sure he isn’t hurting her. Her sweet moans are only egging Harry on, and he is sure he isn’t gonna last another five minutes inside of her.

“Please Harry. Fuck me faster please.”

Harry hands grips on Kiara's fleshy love handles. It is a little tight for her liking however the pain is quickly drowned out by the intense pleasure she begins to feel.

This is a dirty shag. Harry is pounding into her at such an extreme pace that Kiara can’t even get a full moan out. Her little “uhhhh’s” and “nggggs” only encourage Harry on.

Kiara’s orgasm hits her first and it's just as blissful as she thought it would be. Legs trembling, her arms are no longer propping herself up, instead her right cheek is pushed up on the bed, and a bit of salvia is foaming out of her mouth.

“I’m gonna, oh god Kiara. Just give me a sec- fuck!”

Harry’s orgasm shortly follows and it's just as euphoric for him as it was for Kiara. This was one of the most satisfying sexual encounters Harry has had in a while and he wants to enjoy every second of being buried in Kiara’s warmth.

Harry was about to pull out from her but when he looked down at where they were connecting he realized how fucked he was.

Not only did he not wear a condom, but he most definitely came inside of her.

“Fuck,” Harry mumbles under his breath.

How could he be so careless? This has never happened to him. Harry has had quite the extent of sexual partners and he makes sure to always use a condom.

He wants to blame it on the wine but he didn’t even finish his glass.

“I need a second,” Kiara tiredly whispers, panting.

“I didn’t use a condom.”

“I’m sorry?” Kiara says still coming down from her high.

Harry runs his hand through his tangled hair nervously, “I didn’t use a condom. I haven’t had sex in almost a year though. I get tested regularly too. I’m sorry it just slipped my mind. I can run out and get you some plan B.”

“It's okay,” Kiara responds. She turns her head around to look at Harry. “Do you mind pulling out now though?”

Harry looks down at his dick, and then looks up at Kiara. “Oh yeah shit uhh.” He grabs on to Kiara’s hips and slowly pulls out of her.

“I haven’t had sex in like six months by the way,” Kiara slowly turns herself around to face Harry who has now tucked himself back in his boxers. “It could be longer honestly… it's been pretty dry here until now.”

“Yeah, same. Busy with work and what not.”

There is a moment of uncomfortable silence. Kiara has the sheets up to her bare breast, and Harry is not only taking in the raw beauty of the girl in front of him, and still beyond shocked he forgot to put on a damn condom.

“Well, I can get you some plan B. I think there is like a Target down the block from your apartment.”

“No, it's fine!” Kiara responds way too quickly. “I mean like, Trina has a stash in her car. I can steal from her in the morning. You don't have to rush out if you don’t want to. It’s not safe to drive at night, and you probably have such a long way to go.”

“You want me to stay?”

“Is that a bad thing?”

Harry shakes his head. “No...errr it's not. I would really like to stay.”

“Okay well I’m gonna pee. And clean myself up. I can bring you some water?”

“Water would be great.”

Kiara nods at him, standing up so that her white sheet is wrapped tightly around her body. She knows that there is no reason to hide from Harry. He just took her from behind and called her a whore, but Harry isn’t just any man. He is a man who looks like a greek god, and fucks like one too. So Kiara couldn’t help but be a little self conscious.

Kiara quickly comes back with two glasses of water. She has even changed into an old ratty T-shirt and a fresh pair of underwear.

Kiara hands Harry a glass and he takes a sip, “You know,” she starts, crawling into bed next to him. “If you told me you fuck like that maybe I wouldn’t have put up a fight at the cafe.”

Harry blushes, setting the glass on the nightstand next to him. “Didn’t plan this, you know. Not that I mind. Trust me, I like this.”

“I would be lying if I didn’t say I thought you were cute.”

“Oh,” Harry playfulls wiggles his eyebrows, scooting himself closer to Kiara on the bed. “Please do tell me more.”

Kiara pouts at Harry until he places a kiss on her bottom lip, another sloppy wet one on her cheek. He grabs at her sides, tickling her.

“Har- Harry! Stop, please!” Kiara begins to laugh uncontrollably. She even attempts to pull Harry’s enormous hands from her body but has no luck.

“Okay, okay,” she gives up, Harry pulling his hands off of her. “It was the whole curly hair, suit thing. I love a man in a suit, and you know you got an Americano. You have good taste in coffee.”

Harry smiles. “You make good coffee.”

Kiara hums awkwardly, not making eye contact with Harry, instead opting to stare at his mermaid tattoo with abnormally large tits.

“I like your hair too,” Harry speaks up. “It frames your face nicely. It was the first thing I noticed about you.” Harry’s ringed hands make their way to the top of Kiara’s thigh, rubbing her soft skin. “Then it was all the pins you had on your apron. You have a lot.”

“Oh. Yeah I’ve been collecting them over the years.”

“You had one that said, ‘Don’t be a damn.’ What does that mean?”

“I’m not sure,” Kiara shrugs, breathing out a relaxed sigh. “It was like my third year of undergrad. I studied abroad at the University Of Edinburgh, in Scotland and this guy who had a jewelry shop said it to me. The next day I came back he just gave me the pin and told me to always keep it with me.”

Harry smiles at Kiara with adornment, “I have family in Scotland. I’m from London though. Grew up there with my mum most of my life.”

“What brought you to New York then?”

“School then work. I went to Columbia,” Harry says, giving her the shortest answer possible. “I noticed you had it on your sweater earlier…. You know before you tore it off.”

“Shut up!” Kiara groans, striking Harry’s chest. “But yes I do go to Colombia. Just for my teaching credentials. I want to teach history.”

There is a beast of silence. “Are you sure if I stay the night? I don't want to intrude-”

“I want you to stay the night.”

Harry’s heart warms because no girl has ever said that to him. The feeling of butterflies swarming around in his tummy has come back, and he knows his cheeks are heating up in embarrassment.

“Alright.” Harry pulls Kiara’s body closer to him which makes her squeal in surprise. “Only if you keep me warm for the night.

+++

Harry is awake before Kiara.

Harry is used to waking up early for his job, and usually, he would be on his way to get his morning coffee and then head on down to the club.

However, he just can't leave the girl he just fucked last night.

Her breaths are short, and he can feel her heart thumping against his chest. She was properly attached to him, and Harry really liked it. Having her this close to him.

He takes the time while Kiara was asleep to not only watch her sleep peacefully but look at all the artwork she has displayed on her walls. There are no family pictures that Harry can spot, just a picture of her and Trina on her desk. It looks like they are at some club. Trina has a drink in her hand that looks like she is about to spill and Kiara is downing a shot.

Kiara stirs a bit in her sleep and Harry watches as she slowly blinks her eyes open.

“You're warm.” She blinks. “Do you want breakfast?” Kiara offers, nuzzling herself in the crook of Harry’s neck. “I make a really good omelet.”

Harry laughs. “Kiara I really can’t keep up with you.”

Kiara begins to innocently pepper kisses all over Harry’s neck. “What do you mean?” she pouts.

Harry groans once Kiara sucks on a sensitive right beneath his jawline. “For starters, you didn’t like me at all when we first met. Then we fucked because you claimed I was here just for sex. And now you are offering to make me an omelet.”

“What are you here for then?” Kiara presses.

Harry sighs, looking down at the pretty girl all tangled up in his arms. Harry knows exactly what he wants. He is twenty-seven and he is really looking for love. A life-long partner who he can come home to after a hard day at work. A partner who makes getting up in the morning all worth it. Someone who he can take out on dates, maybe even take to meet his brother.

He wants to take a leap of faith with Kiara. He wants to ask her on a date, however, he can’t bring himself to do that. He doesn’t want to put this girl in harm’s way because he likes her.

And it's not even about Kiara getting hurt. He would never let anything physically happen to the people he cares about in his life. It’s honestly about the hurt she would experience if something happened to him.

“I-”

Harry is interrupted by Trina barging into the bedroom.

“We will be late for the train if you don't get your ass up! You always sleep in--” Trina pauses once she realizes her best friend is wrapped up in her other best friend’s arms. “Oh fuck.” Trina points back to the door. “I’ll wait outside for you.”

“Shit,” Kiara grumbles to herself. “I forgot I had work.”

Harry watches as Kiara frantically pulls her underwear up her body. When she realizes Harry is staring at her, she turns around to slide on her black lace bra.

Harry isn’t trying to be that much of a dick, staring at Kiara while she is getting changed. It's just that her ass is littered with marks from his heavy handy, and a light bruise on her loved handles from holding her securely on his lap, while he pounded into her.

The bruises were tainted with the memory of last night, and Harry notices how every little mark told the story of their rough and passionate sex. Looking back on it Harry doesn’t know if he was too rough with the young girl. He doesn’t like that it was possible that he may have hurt her.

“You need to go,” Kiara demands, pulling her jeans on, and then her white shirt.

Harry picked up his white button-up shirt off the floor and threw it over his shoulder. “Kiara, was I too rough? Maybe you should put something on the bruises--”

“I’m going to be late for work Harry,” she snaps.

“Are you mad?”

Tears well up in Kiara’s eyes and this is very unusual for her. She never cries. She is not even sure why she is crying. She pauses for a moment not answering his questions.

“I’m fine,” Kiara answers with her back still facing away from Harry.

“You’re crying, Kiara.”

“I’m not!” Kiara yelled, throwing her hands up in the air turning around. “I- I’m just a little overwhelmed.” Kiara’s breath gets caught in the back of her throat. “I have school, and I work full time, and I’m interning at this elementary school...and that…” Kiara points to the bed. “That was the best sex I have ever had, and now I look like a complete freak.” She wipes a tear with the back of her hand. “I look like a complete freak because all we did was have sex and now I’m crying. It doesn’t have much to do with you I think. I’m just a little stressed.”

That was a complete lie and Kiara knows it. At this moment, she could care less about school or the stress of work. Its that empty feeling you have after sex knowing that this isn’t a forever thing. Harry will go back to being Harry, and she will go back to being Kiara. It is simply just sex...nothing more.

Harry gets off the bed in just his unbuttoned shirt and boxers. He tests the waters by placing a comforting hand on her back. “Is there anything I can do?”

“Just show yourself out please.” Kiara walks away from Harry’s hold, grabbing a scrunchie off her desk, and her purse. “I have to go.”

Harry doesn’t stop her. He knows that if he stops her he is gonna want to kiss her. Then he is gonna convince her to come back to bed with him, and he can’t do that. For her sake.

+++

“Are we not gonna talk about it?” Trina asks while she is driving her SUV.

Trina and Kiara usually take the subway together. It works out much cheaper for the both of them, but they can’t be late for work. Not during the Monday rush. Kiara is in the passenger seat pulling up her hair and frantically covering up a few hickies on her neck from last night. Trina is driving just a little bit above the speed limit, trying to make sure they both get there on time, and also worrying about her best friend who isn’t her usual bubbly self.

“There is nothing to talk about, other than I need some plan B,” Kiara replies dryly.

“You're joking.”

“Nope. Pass me your purse.”

Trina keeps one hand on the wheel and hands Kiara her purple purse from the back seat.

“Kiara you had sex with my best friend. Unprotected sex.”

“Exactly just sex,” Kiara shruged, digging up the pill from the bottom of Trina’s bag. “And I’m your best friend!”

“You are both my best friends!” Trina argued. “You know the poor boy actually likes you right?”

Kiara rolls her eyes. “Did he tell you that?”

“Yes! Actually, he did! More than once!”

“He is lying. I’m just a normal broke student. And him? He is a fucking rich man but he looks like a literal greek god! Trina you know I googled him. His past girlfriends are models! White, skinny blonde models. I’m not white, skinny, or blonde!”

“He was a party boy in the past!” Trina retorts. “He likes you, okay? He just has trouble communicating his feelings. I know you like him too. You just have this strange idea in your head that you are not good enough for him! Which is ridiculous.”

“It's whatever,” Kiara huffs, pooping the pill in her mouth and swallowing it, “It was a hook-up. A simple one night stand.”

“It’s okay to want something more Kiara.”

“He doesn’t want something more! It's so painfully obvious,” Kiara throws her hands up in the air.

Trina knows how stubborn her best friend is. It's why they get along so well. They both have this hot headed temperament. However, Kiara never really likes to give herself time to relax. She likes to be busy but it is clearly taking a toll on her mental health.

“Let me take you out drinking after work.”

Kiara turned her head towards her friend and smiled. “Thank you. Now we are speaking my language.”

+++

While Kiara’s working, a part of her secretly wishes that Harry would show up for his americano. She is trying her hardest to convince herself that he is not worth her energy or time, but the sex is still fresh in her mind and it doesn’t help that her body is showing evidence of what took place last night.

There is still that dull satisfying ache between her legs, the sound of Harry calling her a dirty whore plays on rewind all day. She is practically daydreaming about having sex with Harry again while making coffee.

Harry was the first man to meet her needs in that manner. Sure she has cum during sex a couple times, but it wasn’t anything mindblowing. In fact her orgasms were usually underwhelming, but with Harry he knew what he was doing. His dominance was a complete turn on.

And sure Kiara could be fuck buddies with Harry. But she thinks she deserves a little more than just casual hookups. She wants a relationship because at the end of the day, she wants to build a family. A family that makes up for her broken one.

Kiara has sat down and contemplated this before. Is it inherently selfish to want to fix her childhood trauma with a family of her own, but fuck. Can you really blame her?

+++

When Kiara gets home she quickly changes into a simple black dress. It hugs her curves nicely and it's the dress she usually pulls out when she used to go clubbing with Trina (which has come to a halt because of her pregnancy).

The subway ride to the club is filled with laughter and Trina having to help Kiara actually get on and off the train (because she pregamed at the apartment).

Once they got to the club, Trina walks up to the front of the line with Kiara.

The bouncer's eyes lit up as soon as he saw Trina, “Hi Trina. Umm, should I tell Harry you are here? James is also here too. I can let him know as well.”

“Harry is here?” Kiara questions.

Trina whispers in her ear, “Yes, this is his club.”

“I’m gonna need more drinks if I have to look at his stupid face again.”

Trina playfully rolls her eyes, “Yes, you can let James and Harry know we are both here.”

The bouncer pulls out his walkie talkie and opens the door for Trina and Kiara.

Kiara supports herself on Trina’s arm as they walk into the club, “You didn’t tell me we were going to Harry’s club?”

“I know, I thought you might put up a fight about it.”

She probably would have put up a fight about it, however she wouldn’t actually mind seeing Harry's stupid, beautiful looking face again.

The club itself is beautiful. The ceilings are covered with mirrors, and hanging down from them were stunning crystal chandeliers. The chairs are red, and glass tables are placed strategically in each booth. There is also a bar with some red stools, and a huge red door near it.

“What’s back there?” Kiara asks.

“The strip club. But we don't need to go over there. C’mon you wanted some wine, didn’t you?”

Trina and Kiara made their way to the bar and a heavily tattooed girl with a name tag that says Drew is working on the opposite side of the counter mixing drinks.

“Hey, Trina! What are you doing here? You can’t drink.”

“It’s for my friend, Kiara.” Trina gestures to her Kiara, who drunkenly waves back at Drew “She will take some wine, something sweet. I’ll just have some sprite”

Drew grabs a wine glass and puts it on the table before walking away. “Coming right up”

“James is that new guy you are seeing, right?”

“Yes. He works for Harry.”

Kiara has heard Trina mention James on multiple occasions. She even thinks he has come to the cafe a couple of times for lunch, but Kiara can’t put a name to the face. She is unsure if Trina and James are dating, but she is not sure how far she should pry. She does briefly remember Trina telling her that James does not care about Trina being pregnant. In fact Trina told her one day during their thirty minute break at work that James is just happy to be a part of Trina’s family.

“Mhmm. So Harry owns this club?” Kiara asks, taking a sip from her wine that Drew provided for her.

“Yeah. He owns a few more too. I believe it's a family business or something?”

Kiara sighs before downing the rest of her wine. “Just eat the fucking rich already.”

“Kiara? Trina?”

Kiara spins around on her chair, holding up her second glass of wine that Drew had given her and made eye contact with Harry.

He looks breathtaking. Hair neatly combed out of his face, tailored suit, ring decorated fingers that Kiara thought was repulsive, but now she can't stop thinking about how they feel against her heat.

“Trina, it's Wednesday,” Harry sternly told her, pressing two fingers to the bridge of his nose, slowly breathing in and out, trying not to lose his temper at his best friend.

“Are you not happy to see me?” Kiara says, standing up. She almost trips on her heels but Harry grabs her arm.

Kiara places her hand on Harry’s cheek. “I know you have to be happy to see me. You don’t fuck someone like that unless you hate them or love them. And who could hate me?”

“Okay!” Trina chippers up, grabbing her friend and bringing her back to the barstool. “Maybe we should get some water in you, okay?”

Harry is flustered because way too much is happening at once. Harry has told Trina multiple times that Wednesdays are not a good time to show up at the club. He has his meetings on Wednesday, and dangerous people are always floating in and out of the club talking business with Harry. He just wants to keep Trina and Kiara safe.

“Drew put all their drinks on my tab,” he tells the dark-haired bartender. “Trina, did you drive here?”

“No, we took the subway,” Trina answered.

Harry sighed frustratingly. “Okay. I'll take you two home. Just don’t leave here until I come get you.”

“Harry,” Trina starts. “I'm sure we will be fine. It’s not that big of a deal. James is here anyways--”

“Trina please.”

It's the crack in Harry's voice that caused Kiara to stop drinking her wine and look up at him.

Trina shoots Harry a look of sympathy. “Okay fine. We will stay here until you're done.”

Harry exhales the air he was holding in, a nervous habit he is still trying to break. “Okay. I will be done soon.”

“What's got his panties in a twist?” Kiara snorts as Harry walks away.

“I’m not sure actually,” Trina responds. “He is always stressed at work. I’ve been trying to get him to take a break for ages, but pulling that man away from his job is an impossible task.”

“He always seems so tense.”

Trina laughs, “Yeah maybe you can help him with that.”

“Well I see you have been helping his fellow associate...James.” Kiara wiggles her eyebrows at Trina.

Trina dramatically sighs. “Don’t even get me started on him.”

“What? I thought things were going great!”

“They are!” Trina assures Kiara. “But I’m still not sure what he wants. I’m pregnant and thirty. I really don’t want to fool around anymore. I want to settle down. The baby is coming soon and I won't have time for hookups and flings. He says he doesn’t mind that I’m pregnant, but he hasn’t said he wants a relationship with me.”

“Why don’t you just be upfront with him and ask?”

“Because I don’t want to scare him off!”

“You deserve someone who is upfront with their feelings, Trina. You are never gonna know until you ask.”

Trina sticks her index finger in Kiara’s face. “I’m not doing shit until you figure out what's going on with you and Harry.”

“Fine I’ll admit. The dick is good.”

Trina squealed. “I knew it, you filthy whore!”

“I'm just a little nervous. What if he is just hooking up with me for some weird black girl fetish? What if he is a racist?”

“I can tell you that's not Harry.”

“Am I ready for this?”

Trina takes a sip of her sprite. “I dunno. You know the answer to that question, not me.”

“Well I don’t know, and you don’t know. So that's my cue to keep drinking.”

Trina rolls her eyes and is about to tell Drew that this will be Kiara’s last glass of red wine until she makes eye contact with a man walking towards them.

“Fuck,” Trina grabs her purse then grabbed Kiara’s wrist. “Don’t talk to him okay? Just don’t look at him and maybe he will go away--”

“Trina... Haven’t seen you in a while.” The man's voice is heavy and dark. When Kiara looked up at him the first thing she noticed is that he is extremely well dressed, with a bling out watch on his wrist. “Who is the lovely lady you brought with you?”

“Leave her alone Dorian.” Trina says.

“What's your name?” The man reaches out to touch Kiara’s lower back but she flinches away.

“Don't touch me! Who do you think you are?”

He raises an eyebrow at her. “Feisty. Pretty too. You are one of Harry’s girls?”

“Excuse me? One of whose girls?”

“Are you not a dancer for the club?” the man asks in a condescending town that sets Kiara off.

“Oh hell no. You know damn well I’m clearly not stripping so what is it that you want from me?”

Trina leans into Kiara’s ear. “Kiara please leave it alone,” She grabs her wrist but Kiara quickly pulls it out of her grasp. “Let's just go.”

“No, let the girl talk Trina. She has quite a mouth on her anyway. Maybe she can put it to a much better use.”

Slap

Kiara’s hand connects with Dorian’s face before Trina could stop her. Trina knows her friend has a temper but so does Dorian. The slap slightly echoes over the music and gains a few people's attention including Drew, who stops mixing her drink and keeps her eyes on Dorian, who clenches his jaw and fixes his suit on his shoulders, trying to regain his composure.

“You shouldn’t have done that,” he mutters quietly.

“And what the fuck are you gonna… Ow!” Dorian roughly grabs Kiara wrist and drags her towards him.

He holds her hand above her head. “You don’t know who you are messing with. Do I need to show you?”

“Are you out of your fucking mind?” Kiara begins to squirm. “Let go of me before I kick you in the crotch--”

“Hmmmm. Maybe I should teach you a lesson. Don’t think Harry would mind if I borrowed one of his girls.”

“Refer to me as one of Harry’s girls one more time and I will do more than just slap you.”

“Dorian. Let her go.” Kiara’s eyes float from the man holding her wrist to Harry who is stalking up to her with a man right next to him. His voice was deep and assertive. Something Kiara never thought Harry to be other than when he was in bed.

Dorian lets Kiara’s wrist go and she stumbles back a bit towards Trina.

“Harry!” Dorian loudly greets. “I was just telling one of your whores she needs to watch that mouth of hers.”

“She is not a dancer, Dorian.”

“Oh, is she not? Such a shame,” Dorians eyes shamelessly rake Kiara up and down. “With a body like that I’m sure she could attract some clients for you.”

Kiara launches at Dornian but Harry is quick to grab her this time pulling her into his chest.

“Behave. Please,” he whispers in her ear.

“Dorian, you need to go.”

“Harry, you know better than that. Came here for my money. Come here every Wednesday to get my payment.”

“Well, you're not getting it today. Come by tomorrow.”

“Funny you say that since you know the history between me and your father--”

“I don't give a fuck about the history between you and my father!” Harry seethes stepping closer to Dorian. “You don’t see him here do you? I made you a deal. You will get your money, just not tonight. You don’t get to threaten my friends and then just demand money.”

“You don’t want to test me boy--”

“No, you don't want to test me. Not tonight. Leave.”

Dorian smirks at Harry before raising his hands up in defeat. “I’ll be here tomorrow. If you don’t have my money there will be problems.”

Harry watches Dorian walk fully out the door before turning to Trina and Kiara. “Both of you. My car now.”

“What just happened?” Kiara questions.

“Trina just take her to the car.”

+++

The car ride back to Kiara’s apartment is silent. Kiara sits in the back confused as to why Trina and Harry kept whispering to each other. A whole conversation is happening and Kiara’s trying to keep up, but she can only get bits and pieces of what the two are saying.

“I might be still drunk but I can hear you know.” That is a lie.

Harry’s eyes glance up to the rear view mirror. “Are you okay Kiara? He didn’t hurt you right?”

“No but I did hurt him. Slapped him. And if you didn’t come and interrupt I was about to kick him in the balls.” Kiara hiccups at the end of her sentence.

“She is right,” Trina agrees. “She is more of a fighter than she leads on to be.”

“Exactly!” Kiara yells. “So if you would have given me the chance I would have fucked him up.”

Harry, who was clenching his hand at the wheel during the whole drive, lets go and smiles. “I believe you Kiara.”

+++

Harry makes sure to walk Trina into her apartment safely, before helping Kiara to hers which was a challenge in itself because she can’t even walk in a straight line.

“Woah,” Harry says, wrapping his strong arms around Kiara’s waist trying to keep her balance. “How about you sit down on the bed?”

Harry helps Kiara walk into her bedroom and he slowly sits her down on her bed. Her hair is completely ruined, her dress slightly bunched up at her hips and her lips gloss slightly smudged. Harry thinks she looks beautiful. He is staring a little too long before he realizes he should help her take off her heels.

He gets down on one knee and his fingers begin to work on the claps of Kiara’s heels until she wraps her leg around Harry’s neck and pulls him closer to her thigh.

“Wine makes me horny.”

“I know,” Harry pushes himself away from her, no matter how tempting she looks, and goes back to undoing her heels. “But I think it would be smart if I get you to bed.”

“Why was that guy asking you for money?”

“Asking me anything but that.”

“Okay. Did you mean it?”

Harry slides one heel off her foot and looks up at her. “Mean what?”

“When we met.” He grabs Kiara’s other foot. “You said I was pretty. You meant it?”

Harry is silent for a couple seconds, his voice low. “Of course. Why would I be lying about that?”

Kiara shrugs as Harry glides her shoe off. “Guys are assholes. Well most guys are.”

“Mhmm. Where can I find some clothes for you?”

“Top drawer.” Kiara points at her dresser right in front of her bed. Harry walks over to get some clothes and places them on the side of her bed. “When I moved here I hooked up with this one guy from my class. I thought there was something going on between us ya know? He was nice at first. So I was gonna ask him if he wanted to go on a date because well, at that point we were hooking up. Turns out he had a girlfriend.”

“Sounds like a dick. Can I unzip your dress?”

Kiara nods her head and stands up hastily, turning around so her back is facing Harry. “I feel like I’m never good enough to be the girlfriend.” Harry listens closely as he zips Kiara’s dress slowly. Her delicate skin has goosebumps on it. When he gets all the way down to the top of her butt he pushes the dress off her shoulders, and allows her to step out of it.

“I’m good enough to hook up with. But never good enough to meet the parents or keep around longer than a couple weeks.” She turns around to face Harry, and grabs the shirt he picked out for her, throwing it over her head, and ignoring the pair of sweats he brought her, opting to stay in her underwear.

“So do you find me pretty in a fuckable way? Or do you find me pretty enough to keep me around longer than a few weeks?”

“Do you want me to answer that? Because you are really drunk, and my goal isn’t to scare you off.”

“Yes please,” she hiccups. “If you want to fuck around lets just be up front about it. Think I’ve gotten my hopes up about too many guys and I just wanna know.”

“Well I always think it's time for me to settle down,” Harry explains to her. “I’m twenty seven and my mum will not stop bugging me about it.” He laughs but Kiara stays silent. “I guess dating is just a bit confusing for me.”

“Confusing?” Kiara questions, tugging at the bottom of her shirt to make sure it is covering her butt.

“I really didn’t expect to be around this long. I’ve done a lot of stupid stuff Kiara, stuff that I really shouldn’t have done because it put my life at jeopardy. I think I never settled down because I didn’t think I was able to.”

“And what about now? Do you think you can settle down.”

Harry inhales and exhales quickly. “I’m not sure.”

“Okay.” Kiara turns her back to Harry and walks to her bed. She is definitely disappointed in his answer, but she knew she shouldn’t have gotten her hopes up.

“That doesn’t mean I don’t want to keep seeing you Kiara,” Harry quickly responds, breathlessly. “I want to take you to dinner.”

“You don’t have to pity me Harry-”

“I’m not pitying you,” Harry cuts her off. “I like you Kiara. You're a nice girl, beautiful too, and I mean that. My life can be… menacing to say the least. I like you enough not to drag you into my bullshit.”

Kiara tiredly rubs her eyes with the back of her hands. “What exactly is the bullshit?”

“It's my family business and my family… Well, they are interesting people.” That is all Harry could tell her without explicitly saying, “Instead of going into finance with my business degree from Columbia, I had to join my dad’s mafia and fix all his mistakes while he lives in a mansion, even though all I have ever wanted was to have absolutely nothing to do with the “‘family business.’”

“You seem like you don’t want to talk about it.” Kiara is now sitting with her knees up to her chest on her bed and Harry is towering over her small frame.

“No. I’m not a big fan of my past. But I want to get to know you, and you can get to know me. I’m busy with work, and sometimes it's hard for me to open up, but I’d really appreciate it if we took this slow.”

Kiara pouts. “So that means I can’t convince you to stay the night? Even if I suck you off?”

Harry smiles at her. “No.” He places a kiss on her forehead. “But I will come get you tomorrow at seven for dinner. Does that work?”

“Yes it does. Thanks for bringing me home tonight.”

“Anytime. I mean that.”

Kiara flips over to her side, hands resting underneath her head. “Drive safe.”

Harry is unsure about his life. In fact he is unsure about leaping into this with Kiara. He knows they aren’t dating, and that's good for him. He needs time to figure out his life. He knows if he wants to be in Kiara’s life, he has to pay off his fathers debt’s and get out of the mafia, or else he will never truly have the life he wants.

Right now, he can see a future with Kiara. He can see himself waking up next to her, making breakfast. He can see himself enjoying a domestic life with her.

He knows he can’t have that right now. But he sure is gonna work like hell for it. For her.

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The weather of the New World was often unforgiving, unpredictable, and at times, untamable. Sometimes, Mother Nature showed she was capable of crossing the limit of Nami’s extended knowledge regarding climate (and God knows her brain was severely infused with every secrets regarding the different kinds of weather, rendering her as a living, walking encyclopedia.) But alas, sometimes the rage of Mother Nature would be thrown upon any poor ship unready to face her wrath in the forms of undying tornados and waves that could reach the sky.

Hence why, every morning, Nami’s prediction on today’s weather was awaited by all, very much like a prophecy which was often set to come true— and if said prophecy announced any kind of weather gravitating around the lexical field of a natural catastrophe, one wouldn’t be surprised to perceive Usopp down on his knees in a praying position, diverse and unintelligible wishes to survive Mother Nature’s anger.

Much to the crew’s collective joy, the navigator had announced the most ideal weather— sunshine, a slight breeze and no cloud in sight, what appeared to be a regular weather in heaven. And, why of course, such a hot weather meant that both Nami and the local archeologist, Nico Robin, would bathe under the sun and relieve any kind of tension which had settled in after several fights (or just the exhaustion of having to deal with Luffy on a daily basis.)

And there you were, standing like a mannequin in the girls’ room in company of Nami and Robin, the latter throwing you an amused look at the way Nami was comparing which bikini would look better on you— the red one, an appeal for passion, or the black one, a statement of boldness? Her brows furrowed in unison at her poor attempt to make a decision, comparing how the colors married the shade of your skin.

« Robin, how are we feeling about the red bikini? It’s so cute, but I have a feeling something is missing… » The navigator wondered, her gaze falling on the taller woman next to her.

Robin couldn’t refrain from allowing a giggle from leaving her lips, surely it meant that she had her idea, an ill-intentioned one, that is. And, oh well, to say she had just a mere idea was an understatement : as she remained still, Robin summoned a couple of limbs to look for a green-colored bikini hidden in the drawers only to bring it to Nami’s attention. The two women shared a teasing glance, as if they communicated intentions filled with mischief through their eyes alone.

« I do believe something was missing, too. » Robin trailed off, bringing an index under her chin. « Something that might appeal to a certain swordsman. »

The evil cackle falling from Nami’s lips announced nothing good, and the sweet tone of her voice only deepened that sentiment. « You know how the saying goes : great minds think alike. »

« Hold on, what are you—… » You began, only to be cut off by the navigator, « Yeah, yeah, whatever you have to say, Y/N. We’re not fools, you know? You’re going to look like a real stunner with this bikini on, and I know that a certain someone won’t be able to resist. » She concluded her sentence with a wink sent your way, boy, sometimes you did understand why Zoro called her a witch at times.

« Join us when you’re ready, Y/N. I’m intrigued to see how this will go. » Concluded Robin, accompanying Nami towards the door to let you some privacy so you could change into the bikini, not that you have never changed in front of them and vice versa, but oh well.

You were now all alone, still haven’t moved an inch. Your thumb was brushing against the green fabric of the bikini over and over again until it had become some kind of obsession. But the more the motions continued, the more you realized that perhaps there was no other way to get out of this trap glamorously set by Robin and Nami. A sigh of despair left your lips, swearing to yourself that you’d have your payback sooner than later.

The door of the girls’ bedrooms slammed open, allowing your figure sculpted by the finest hands of the muses of beauty to be exposed to the kisses of the sun. The first sound to rip apart your thoughts was a squeal which left Nami’s mouth, the latter shaking Robin’s forearm with urgency to bring her attention onto you. « Robin, Robin! Look at her, isn’t she to die for? I’d bet all my money that Zoro is going to throw himself on her. I mean, just look at her! »

The same amused smile graced Robin’s facial traits, lowering her shades just a bit to have a good glance at how the oh so awaited green bikini embraced your body. « I must confess that it’s impossible to resist her. »

The words leaving her lips became clearer and clearer the more you approached them, a palette of rosy tones sitting proudly on top of your cheekbones at their compliments. « We saved you a seat, Miss I’m-too-sexy-for-my-own-good. Come with us! » Nami said, patting the empty spot next to her to which you wordlessly replied with a nod, sitting between her and Robin.

« You’re so evil, I kinda hate you for it. » A smile plastered upon your lips as the words died on your tongue.

« You love us and you know it. » Nami replied, letting her hand lingering on your forearm. « Ooh, would you look at that, Robin? The show is about to begin. » She concluded, taking a sip out of her cocktail with a gleam of mischief shining in her eyes.

And by show, the navigator undoubtedly meant the sudden appearance of the Sunny’s resident lover who had stormed out of the kitchen with a plate of different kinds of treats and cocktails for his ladies, spoiling them rotten on sunny days if it meant he could allow his eyes to linger a bit on your bodies in bikinis.

The first act of the show had begun in a flashy manner, as soon as Sanji closed the door leading to the kitchen behind him, the plate he was holding had fell onto the floor, a loud echo reasoning into the swordsman’s ears who was stuck in a deep state of slumber… Until now.

« I must have saved a country in my previous life to be worthy of such a privilege. » Sanji sobbed, falling onto his knees, « Y/N, you’re a goddess amongst us, we’re not worthy, I’m not worthy of your beauty. I will worship you everyday, I will cover you in love until my very last breath! » The cook continued, more and more praises falling from his lips in a continuous cascade as your cheeks were getting more and more red by the second. Alas, the more the blonde sang your praises, the more the swordsman was stirring awake— and if there was one thing Zoro hated with passion besides Sanji, it was waking up to loud noises.

Sanji had approached you, on one knee, the back of your hand pressed against his lips as the tears falling from his lips mixed with the blood leaking from his nose. « Thank you, my goddess, thank you for blessing my sore eyes. Words can’t describe how—… » And he went on and on again, his lips still traveling from the back of your hand to your forearm under Nami’s disgusted stare who yanked you away from him.

« My goddess—… »

« Oi! Do you ever shut up, stupid cook? » And despite the numerous occasions on which Zoro and Sanji have fought, Zoro’s words seemed intensely more acerbic, as sharp as the swords laying to his side, which even surprised Sanji.

« Were you talking to me, mosshead? » Sanji taunted.

« I don’t see anyone else here acting like a damn fool. » Zoro began, his sole eye conveying so much anger you could feel it. « Know your place. »

Nami elbowed Robin once more, the latter having long forgotten about the book sitting on her lap at this point. Sanji stepped towards the swordsman, dangerously reducing the space between the both of them until their foreheads were touching. There was no frown noticeable on Zoro’s face, but a blank expression which let through a pure anger. « She belongs to me, hands off what’s mine. » The swordsman spat, his shoulder hitting Sanji’s as he walked past him, leaving the cook in a stupor.

« Oi! You. » He said, pointing at your frame with his index. « Follow me. You and I are gonna’ have a word. »

He cursed himself for allowing his gaze to fall on your form, knowing damn well that with each second he spent looking at you in this green bikini (this damn color, he thought), the more he was falling under the spells casted by the muses of lust.

« Go get some! » Nami whispered, her tongue gracing her bottom lip.

« We expect all the details afterwards, my dear Y/N. » Robin giggled.

You had barely enough time to form any kind of response that you felt the foreign presence of Zoro’s digits snaking around your wrists and yanking you towards him. « Hey, I’m sure we can talk about this calmly, right? We can chat about it over a drink, I’ll ask Sanji to—… » Alas, your sentence never found its end, your mind going numb at the death glare Zoro sent your way as you mentioned Sanji’s name. But, paradoxically enough, it only fueled your arousal even more.

Zoro led you to the crow’s nest, trapping you and him both inside the same room. And as the silence grew heavier and heavier, until becoming asphyxiating, Zoro’s snicker broke the silence in the most mischievous way. A look of confusion was painted on your face, and you were quick to point at it. « W-What are you laughing at? »

« Do you think I’m fucking stupid? » Zoro half-asked.

You tilted your head to the side, slowly backing away until your back met the unforgiving surface of the wooden wall. « Answer me. » He demanded, one of his hand grabbing both of your wrists in one hold pinned above your head whilst his other hand cradled your jaw so you had no choice but devote your attention onto him.

« I don’t know what you’re talking about. » You pleaded, cheeks burning under the rosy tone as you felt his uneven breaths crashing against the column of your neck.

Wrong answer, Zoro shoved his knee between your already trembling legs. « You like the attention, hah? You love it when that pervert of a cook was throwing himself on you, is that it? Tch. » He was feeding his lust off of the scared expression on your face, blood rushing in the tightest space possible by the second.

« No answer, huh? ‘Guess I’m gonna have to teach you some manners, because it looks like you forgot who you belong to. » And with that, he dug his teeth into the skin of your neck, alternating between biting and sucking motions to form the most ravishing love bite— a symbol of belonging if you will. You squealed at the sudden sensation of his pearly whites inking his name into your skin, giving him exactly the reaction he was anticipating.

You rocked your hips against the thigh settled between your legs, a desperate attempt at getting some friction for your poor and aching core in need for attention. Zoro clicked his tongue once more at your antics, choosing to hush you by continuing the trail of hickeys adorning your martyr of a neck. « Care to explain what you’re doing? Throwing yourself on my thigh because you couldn’t get the shit cook, hah? You’re so fucking desperate, it makes me want to leave you there all alone. »

« Zoro! Please don’t, don’t leave me! I just need you, I don’t need anyone else but you! I promise I’ll be good but please, please, don’t leave me. » You pleaded, a clear veil of despair covering your eyes under his impassible expression.

The façade worn off soon, letting a smirk throne amongst his facial features instead. « Who do you belong to? » Zoro demanded, gliding the hand that was under your chin to your throat and applied just enough pressure to make sure to earn absolute submissiveness out of you.

« Y-You… » You choked out, the lack of oxygen marrying so well with your growing arousal.

His smirk only grew wider, a real testimony of the sick thoughts implanted in his brain that would make a demon blush. Both of his hand retreated to his side, gaze falling on the unmissable erection showing through his dark pants. His eyes alternated between you and the bulge in his pants, your mouth going dry at the wordless order. « If you want to be a whore, then be a good whore and suck me off, yeah? Don’t give me those eyes, you want it. »

You sunk to your knees, tongue wetting your lips in anticipation for what was bound to come. And whilst your eyes were stuck on his form, your fingers were busy tugging down at his pants to reveal his grey underwear stained with pre-cum. The sight of this alone was enough to send yet another wave of arousal down to your core. And as his cock sprung free from the constriction of his boxers, his girth slapping against his exposed abdomen and the tip rouge from anticipation, you were convinced you could’ve come undone from the sight of this alone.

« Suck. » He ordered, grabbing a fistful of your hair to force your towards his aching cock and the veil of pre-cum coating the tip.

And thus it began. You flattened your tongue, drawing a large lick from the base of his cock all the way to the tip where you finished with a few kitten licks, knowing damn well the head was where all the nerves devoted to pleasure were hidden. « Don’t tease and put your mouth to good use, whore. » Zoro said, almost betrayed by the groan threatening to be released.

Following the rules of performative language, you began to rock your head back and forth around his cock, making sure that your tongue was coating in a lustful love each inch of his girth whilst hums of pleasure were leaving your lips as you went. The hold of your hair in Zoro’s fist grew tighter and so did the metaphorical knots in his stomach as you went along, until the tip of his cock reached the back of your throat— such enticing sensation earned a growl out of him. Fuck.

« F-Fuck. Look at what you’re doing to me… Ah! Shit. Enough! » He ordered, yanking your head away from his cock, and the sight of the corners of your mouth dripping with the sweet marriage of his pre-cum and your drool could have provoked an orgasm out of him at this very moment.

« It’s too soon, and it’d be giving you what you want, huh? Too fucking bad, I’m going to cum in that sweet pussy of yours and you’re gonna love it. Ya’ hear me? » He asked without really asking, and taken by a rush of lust, you could only nod in return. « Y-Yes. » You stuttered. « You’re missing something. » Zoro added. You swallowed thickly before adding « Yes, yes, sir. » Your response caused an ill-intentioned snicker to fall from his lips. « That’s right. Now get on your back, and make sure to be as loud as you can, I want everyone on this damn ship to hear how I can make you scream. »

Zoro’s glorious height forced you to lay back until your spine touched the mattress where all the sins would soon break free. The smirk on his face never left, a pure testimony of what all the sinful deeds he was bound to accomplish. You were now trapped between his forearms, hips circled by his knees— bending under his dominance. « Did you wear that for me? » Zoro asked, slapping the string of the bikini top against your skin.

« I d-did, it’s all for you because I’m all yours. » Your response caused a chuckle to break from his lips, sweet words feeding his ego some more. And in a flash, his fingers had ripped said bikini top in half (you made a mental note that you now owed a serious debt to Nami), and there you were, (almost) in all you bare glory. « Fuck, if only you knew the things you do to me. »

Zoro wasted no time and threw all caution out of the window as his mouth latched onto your breasts, the motions of his tongue around your bud causing your spine to pay homage to the moon from how arched it was. His pink muscle flickered around your nipple before he swallowed your breast whole, his drool covering your flesh in a sinful veil. And because he was such a giver for his pretty girl, he gave the same treatment to the other breast whilst gasps left your lips over and over again at the methodical motions of his tongue, your anatomy held no secret for him.

« Are you going shy on me now? Did you forget what I said? » He trailed off, reducing the space between his lips and your ear, « I said I want you to be fucking loud. »

And with that, he left a trail of open-mouthed kisses down your stomach before tearing apart (once more) your poor martyr of a bikini bottom under your desperate attempts to keep it intact. Were you challenging him? Oh well… Zoro has always been the type to face any challenge thrown his way. « Zoro—… Sir, please! » You pleaded, not knowing really why.

« You’re such a desperate little thing, huh? » He leaned down to face your core, glistening in its lustful glory for him and him only. Zoro pressed a finger against your folds, dragging it vertically to obtain a finger pad covered in your slicks. « So fucking wet for me already? ‘Bet that shit cook can’t make you as wet as me. » He stated, confidence embedded in his every word. « Only you can make me feel this way, sir. » You replied before he crashed his lips onto yours in an uncharacteristically sweet manner to cut you off. « And why’s that? » The swordsman asked, already knowing the answer. « Because… Because I belong to you. » He pressed yet another kiss against your lips for having given the answer that had been lingering on his mind. « Good girl. »

Your reward came in the form of his tongue brushing your folds, flickering motions against your sensitive bud sending you in overdrive as continuous waves of pleasure washed over you ceaselessly, the knots in your stomach tightening each time his tongue touched you. Two of his digits poked your entrance, teasing you to let your torture last before they penetrated you. The sudden sensation caused you to let out a dragged whimper accompanied by his name coated in a sinful tone. « S-Sir please, please just fuck me— I can’t take the teasing, ahh, fuck, fuck! Please, please! » You begged, eyelids shutting close under the pleasure.

But your pleas fell in deaf ears as he kept pumping his fingers in and out of you, sucking onto your sensitive bud to build an orgasm within you that he was bound to deny. He knew you were close by the way you were holding his green hair, tugging him ever closer to your core to amplify the inferno burning within you. But alas, to your greatest displeasure, all the motions ceased in one go under the hint of mischief glowing in his eye.

« You’re gonna cum on my terms, and when I say so. Got it? » He seethed, knowing damn well that his own end was going to arrive soon. He gave his girth a few experimental pumps, allowing the pre-cum to cover his length before shoving the entirety of his cock in one go inside you, barely leaving enough time for your cunt to stretch correctly— and saying that a elongated moan left your lips was an euphemism, the sick grin plastered upon his face grew more and more as the sounds of pleasure drowned in his eardrums. « You’re so fucking tight, shit! » He breathed out, « Look at your pretty cunt swallowing me whole. »

The rhythm of his hips followed the scheme of a crescendo, each slam of his hips against your derrière drew a clearer portrait of both Zoro’s end and your own climax. The nature of the rhythm itself indicated that he was chasing after his own end, and with his head thrown back and his irises dilated under the hunger to satiate the raging fires breaking loose in his abdomen by the second. « S-Sir, it feels— Ah! It feels so good! »

The tip of his cock kissed ever so precisely the roof of your cervix where a panel of nerves designed to draw a lustful reaction out of you every time he thrusted into you. Your vision became more and more blurry until a liquid veil covered your eyes as pearls of tears gathered at the corners of your eyes. Under the pressure of each of Zoro’s thrusts, your body bent to his will and soon you had no longer control over your legs that used to be around his waist, only to be picked up by the swordsman who threw your legs over his shoulder, thus allowing him to reach a deeper part in you and the cries leaving your lips were just the proof of how good he made you feel.

More and more cries echoed against the wooden walls of the room, your sounds of pleasure marrying the groans falling from his lips in a cascade. « Ah, fuck, fuck! R-Right there, please! Shit…! » You pleaded to fuel him some more. His nails were digging into the luscious flesh of your thighs, drawing rouge crescents in his wake.

« Who do you belong to? » He groaned out, his eye admiring the lustful look on your face.

« Y-You! I belong to you, fuck, you a-and no one else! » You attempted to reply mid-moan.

But as much as Zoro knew your anatomy, you also happened to be an expert of his— and the way he planted his nails into your skin, the raw groans loosing their chains to be set free and the way his thighs were shaking… Everything announced the beginning of his own end.

« Cum with me… Now! » He ordered, letting his hand crash against your buttcheek in the process. And there it was, the marriage of two lovers under the spell of lust. The rhythm of his thrusts reached their apex, all whilst he painted your walls with the white color of passion. His own cum was mixing with your own elixir of pleasure leaking from your throbbing core as your cunt was clenching around his cock in despair. The sounds of his hips slamming against yours were long gone now, the room was solely filled with heavy breaths and his name falling from your lips over and over again like a forbidden prayer.

Although Zoro’s stamina knew no bounds, he felt like the oxygen had been knocked off of his lungs. But perhaps it was the price to pay if it meant he could observe you in all your post-orgasm glory after holding it inside you for so long. God, he was so proud of you, proud of every mark he had left onto your skin, proud of the way your skin gleamed under the sweat, proud of being your lover.

« ’S alright, ’s alright. I’m going to pull out, breathe. » Zoro demanded, the sweet tone reserved for you only finding its way back around his words. His digits snaked around his girth to pull out of you, only to witness the satisfying marriage of your cum and his own. You were so good to him.

And whilst you remained unable to move, Zoro fell to your side, his arms quick to lock you into an embrace as your head rested on his chest, his frenetics heartbeats echoing in your eardrums. You loved the peace of the aftermath of any sexual activity involving Zoro, you loved how peace seemed to bend his facial features in the most enticing way.

He was the first one to break the silence, pressing his lips against your forehead whilst he tugged you impossibly closer to him like a reminder that you were indeed here, and would always be. « So whose plan was this, hah? » He asked, earning a giggle out of you in response. « It was Nami’s, although Robin helped too. She said I would one hundred percent ‘get laid’ if I wore this. » You answered, head tilting towards the poor green bikini torn in pieces.

« That witch can go to hell. » Zoro groaned, but the raw tone of his voice was betrayed by the sweet caresses of his digits down your forearm.

« I mean, her plan did happen so I think it’s a win for her. It’s not like you regret what happened, mhm? » Alas, nothing but silence in return. « Zoro? » You called him, but an angel passed. « Zoro! » You repeated more sternly, and this time you were met with the sound of his snores— of course, typical Zoro fashion.

Well, you knew who you were going to thank now.

[g-on-ef]

Rant

Okay you know what has been bugging me since episode five if helluva boss aired ??? How much of an asshole Stolas is to Blitz !!?

Like I use to ship Stoliz but after this episode I can't help but be angry and annoyed wit Stolas and all the shit he's done.

Let's look at episode one, Blitz is running for his life because Martha is hunting him down, hes wounded and bleeding probably scared that he might die.

Stolas called him while he was hiding from her ... The fucked up thing he knew what Blitz was doing and the danger he was in.

Instead of trying to save him or anything he bribed him and Blitz annoyed, tired, and trying to survive agree to it just so that he could end the call and have one less thing to worry about.

Blitz even told him that it wasn't a good time to call but instead of leaving it alone he kept pushing until he got what he wanted which is fucked up I don't care how you look at it that shit was fucked up.

In retrospect it almost seem like he kept wearing him down until Blitz finally submitted to him and said yes.

Stolas saw a moment where Blitz was vulnerable and took advantage of it so that he could get what he wanted from him

The next episode Loo Loo Land Stolas was always talking down on him, not once did Stolas took Blitz seriously like he agreed to be a bodyguard and whenever he tried to remind him he was only there to guard him Stolas talked down on him, not to mentioned whenever Blitz tried to do his job Stolas was there to flirt with him.

Also the line

"You are so cute when you are being serious"

Okay as someone who has been talk down before this is exactly what it felt like Stolas talking down on him as of he not only didn't take him seriously but also found it funny that he was capable of such a thing

A lot of y'all would say oh but he was just telling him what a good job he was doing or something like that but honestly this is another example of Stolas not taking Blitz seriously, hell he said it was thrilling to see him on the job but he was always being flirtatious and not really acknowledging Blitz skills

And now episode five ... oh I have a lot of to say about this episode let's start off with how Stolas took every opportunity he could to remind Blitz that he's an imp literally the first five minutes in he reminds Blitz that his book is not meant for itsy imps like yourself in that annoying baby voice.

Also I wanna add that Stolas acted like Blitz was an idiot and didn't know the importance of the book.

"As shocking as it may seem Blitzy my book is actually incredibly important"

{I can't spell grimroa so yeah I'm saying book instead}

As if Blitz doesn't know it's important like come on in episode one he asked if the book was fine yes they needed it to get to the surface but I'm pretty sure he knows it's important Stolas on the other hand acts as if Blitz doesn't know at all the importance of the book.

In the games Blitz is once again annoyed wit Stolas for calling him Blitzy and even yells at him to say his name right.

I also wanna point out how Stolas kept reminding everyone {including Blitz} that they were nothing but commoners, who's only purpose is to serve the elite.

Now let's look at Striker,

Striker respects Blitz wanna know how ??? He CALLS HIM BY THE NAME HE PREFERS !!!

I cannot stress enough how important that is, especially when Blitz is constantly reminding everyone that he goes by Blitz.

Since he knew about Blitz starting his own company he probably knows Blitz name is spell wit an O but it's silent now and Striker calls him by that name.

Not only that he compliments him and the way he says it shows he genuinely respects Blitz and while Blitz isn't sure how to take it Striker praises him and let's him know how impress he is for him to start his own business, seduce Stolas, and all his other accomplishments.

Let's also look how Striker included Blitz yes it was just skinning a pig but he still went out his way to include him in an activity also the fact he asked him if wanted to do this was actually nice because he gave Blitz a choice and didn't kept going until he said yes.

I may be reading to much into it but I still love how Striker wanted Blitzs company and didn't force him to join him to do something.

And even when he betrayed him Striker was still giving Blitz a choice he could've threaten him, beat him do all sorts of things but Striker still gave Blitz a choice

Personally after watching episode five Stolitz isn't as good as I thought it was.

Especially since we are five episodes in and have yet to see these two care or have any type of chemistry whatsoever

Hell Blitz had more passion and chemistry wit both Striker and Verosika ... but that's just my thought on the matter