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yuuuhiii · 3 months

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♯ birthday boy ྀི

includes : 2.2k words, smut! , fluff , established relationship, not proof read MINORS DNI!!!

note : it’s Yuuta’s day! Hope you guys enjoyed this as much as I did:)!

Your boyfriend’s birthday would always be your favorite thing to celebrate. Even way before you were dating you loved to do small things for him.

Baking a small cake, getting him a little gift, or even just being in his presence. He’d always tell you that it was okay to not do anything, he couldn’t stress it enough. However you’d assure him it was something you loved doing for him.

Knowing how you were though, planning the perfect day for him was always stressful. Especially since you hadn’t seen him for a month. He was sent abroad and got the green light to come home for his birthday from the higher ups.

Just this once.

So you were even a little nervous, the surprise party you were throwing for him wasn’t big but it was definitely meaningful. All of the people that were dear to him would be here so you knew he’d love it.

“Ouch! Okay! Uh Maki can you grab me that plate please?” You yell signaling to her as you pulled out Yuuta’s freshly baked cake.

You had invited everyone over a couple hours earlier before Yuuta’s arrival, they all brought their own food and desserts. All of them pitched in and even helped you set up the party.

“Here you go.” She sets it on the counter, helping you pull out the cake and she snorts at your state. Your hair disheveled, in nothing but one of Yuuta’s shirts and an apron.

“You should go freshen up, me and Inumaki can take care of this.” She smirks but you shake your head.

“It’s fine! I still have time left.” You smile waving her off, she mutters an okay, walking back to Fushiguro and Inumaki.

You happily spin the cake around, plastering frosting all over it. Decorating simple yet pretty, just like your boyfriend. As you’re adding one last strawberry, Itadori’s voice catches your attention.

“Uh I think he’s here.” You whip your head around, checking the time.

“That can’t be true we still have an hour left!” You wash your hands, drying them and rushing to your window. You gasp upon seeing your boyfriend walk up the stairs to your apartment.

“What’s he doing here so early!” You whisper shout, frantically turning around to see if everything was set in place.

It was indeed not.

Decorations were half done, the snack table weren’t even organized and the food hadn’t even come! And besides all of that you weren’t even ready.

You bite your lip, ushering everyone to hide. You tried your best to plant more strawberries and hurriedly stuff candles on his cake until your heard the door unlock.

“Baby! I’m home.” You can hear him say, the sound of his katana and bag being set on the floor.

“Surprise!”

Everyone yells and the lights turn on, confetti being shot and party blowers being blown. Your boyfriend’s eyes scan the room, smiling upon seeing all of his friends. He freezes once his eyes land on you.

You have a sheepish smile on your face, holding his cake in your hands. A strawberry slowly falls over, sinking into the frosting. His eyes soften almost immediately.

You all begin to see my happy birthday to him. As you all sing he slowly walks over to you, standing in front of you, helping you hold the cake.

He stares down at you, all his love pouring out of his eyes with just one stare. Once you all finished you whisper to him.

“Make a wish.”

He smiles widely, looking at you and at his candles he blows. Everyone cheers and you feed him a strawberry, making him giggle.

After he greets everyone, you make your way back to the counter, setting down his cake. His arms wrap around your waist, his nose rubbing into the nape of your neck.

“Yuu!” You turn around and he traps you against the counter.

“You look so cute.” He smiles and you pout.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t have enough time to finish. I didn’t know you were coming back early.” You rub his cheek and he leans into your palm.

“Well I wanted to come as soon as possible. Although I did think I was just coming home to you.” He laughs and you purse your lips. He leans in close, swiping his thumb along your cheek and popping it in his mouth.

“You had frosting on your cheek honey.” He moves to kiss you, planting a sweet peck on your lips. However he grows more angsty, littering kisses along your neck.

“Missed you so much.” He whispers against your neck and you gulp.

“Baby we have guests over.” He sighs against your neck, stopping himself from sucking a mark on your pretty skin.

“Then let’s go in the restroom real quick.” He whines, pulling at your (his) shirt.

“No! I have another surprise for you, but that’s just for us two.” You blush and he perks up. “

Just for us hm?” He laughs, pecking the top of your head.

“I’ll behave till then, thank you for all this pretty.” He caresses your cheek and with that he’s joining Inumaki in beer pong against Maki and Yuuji.

Throughout the rest of the party you’re going in and out of your shared bedroom. Yuuta watches you the whole time, no matter who’s talking to him, he’ll always focus on you.

And as it gets later he’s surprised when you turn in for the night, even more surprised when you’re now dolled up.

Your hair is done, little bit of makeup on your face, and god you smell so good.

You give him a sly look, closing the door in front of you. Your stare resembled a siren, the way it was hypnotizing and luring him in.

He quickly lets everyone know that he was done for the night. Gojo and Inumaki teasing him for being an old fart. He lets them spew their unharmful comments, taking it all with a smile and a wave of goodbye.

Once the door is closed and lock, his cold stare is locked with the bedroom door. He’s stalks over there with purpose, his cock somewhat hardening in his pants.

He just missed you so much, the only thing he could think about his plane ride home was getting back to you and fucking you, filling you up with all of his love.

He jiggles the door knob and it’s locked. He pouts, lightly knocking on the door.

“Honey? You alright?” He asks, pressing his ear against the door, trying to listen to what you’re doing.

“Is everyone gone?” He can hear your sweet voice and he can feel his heart flutter and clench.

“Yea baby they’re gone. Can you let me in please?”

Maybe it’s a little dramatic but he’s getting a little annoyed that this stupid door was separating you both when he’d rather have you in his arms. He hears the door click, signaling it’s unlocked and he steps back. You slowly pry open the door, his eyes widening.

Your body adorned a baby pink lingerie set, one that Yuuta had sent you a picture from where he was, saying you’d look stunning in it.

The bedroom smells cozy, candles littering the room, rose petals as well. He’s at a loss for words yet despite everything he can’t tear his eyes from you.

He watches you pull your lips between your teeth, a feeble attempt to hide your nervous fidgeting. His mouth has gone dry and it’s gaping.

“Oh baby.” He says breathlessly, his hands finding comfort on your waist. You gulp, your hands lightly resting on his shoulders.

“Surprise?” You laugh and he smiles widely, only a smile that you could pull from him.

“Jesus Christ Angel , you’re gonna kill me.” He sighs, his grip on your waist tightening, a way to try and ground himself.

“Happy birthday Yuu.” You kiss him, making him sigh into it, pulling you impossibly closer. You pull away, a shy smile on your lips.

“I’m your birthday gift.” You smile and he laughs.

“Yea? Best gift I could ever receive.” He picks you up so easily, making you squeal, wrapping your legs and arms around him.

“Wait! I’m not finished!” You exclaim, as he places you down on the bed.

“What is it?” He asks, playing with your hair.

“You can do anything you want with me.” You smile and he melts.

“Anything?” He raises his brows and you nod.

“Thank you pretty, I just wanna make love to you so fucking bad right now.” He rasps, tearing off his shirt.

He’s on you in an instant and it makes you giggle. His hands are everywhere, feeling up all of your body.

“You’re making me go crazy, dressed like this for me.” He whispers against your lips, pulling your bottom lip between his teeth.

“Just for you Yuuta.” You moan in his mouth and he growls. He kicks his pants off, his hands ghosting the straps of your top.

“Debating if I should fuck you in this or not.” He gasps out and you sit up.

“Whatever you wanna do baby.” You say, your hand rubbing over his clothed cock.

He hisses, grabbing your wrist. He lays you against the sheets once again. There wasn’t any part of your body that wasn’t covered with his kisses and marks.

So giving that, he’d decided to undress you, leaving you both bare and basking in each other’s warmth. You’re breathless under him, squirming and a moaning mess. He found it all to cute, you were so perfect.

Putting in this much effort just because it was his birthday, letting him have you like this just because you loved him. After paying your body a little too much attention, he’s straining against his boxers, no longer having the patience.

“How you feeling pretty?” He asks, pulling down his boxers, his cock slapping against his stomach.

“Empty, need you Yuu.” You pout and sighs from your words.

“Gonna fill my pretty girl up yea?” You nod as he guides his cock to your gaping hole.

You both share a loud moan as he sinks in, gripping his shoulders to the point, crescents formed on his skin from your nails.

“So big.” You whine and he twitches.

He almost pulls out, before he’s sheathing himself inside you once again. His hands find yours, trapping them with his big hands. He panting above you, already pussy drunk from your wet heat.

“F-Fuck baby, m’not gonna last. Been so long since I’ve been inside her.” He whimpers, shoving his face in your neck.

“S’ok just want you to feel good. Let me take care of you.” You say out of breath.

Even in your fucked out state, you push him, now straddling his lap. You quickly sink down on him and a guttural moan leaves his throat.

“Ngh—so tight pretty, shit.” His head hits the pillow as his mind goes mush because of the way you work your hips down on him.

He watches you in bliss as your face contorts in pleasure, the way he’s the one that can only elicit such pretty sounds from your mouth.

“I-I love you, love you so much you don’t understand.” He babbles, thrusting into you. You clench around him and he stutters, letting your hips roll down on him.

“Love you too Yuu.”

He pulls you in a messy kiss, saliva exchanged, tongues fighting for dominance.

“ ‘m gonna fucking cum.” He grunts against your lips, brows pulled together.

“Cum with me baby please, please.” He begs, one of his hands moving to rub at your clit. You gasp, and clench around him.

He leans up and kisses you as you both finish. You’re both breathless against each other, your hips are still rolling against him, milking him dry. He whimpers under you.

“Such a good girl.” He rasps, staring up at you and rubbing your thighs comfortingly. You pull off of him, falling on top of his chest.

He smiles down at you with all the love in the world. He combs his hands through your hair as you draw shapes on his chest.

“I would offer a nice warm bath but you really did a number on me.” He laughs and your heart swarms at the sound.

“It’s okay love, this is nice.” You cuddle up more against him, draping a leg over him, your arms enclosing around him.

“I miss you a lot Yuu.” You mumble against his chest, suddenly feeling sad. The look on your face pains him, it makes him want to cry.

“I do too, you’re such a strong girl, waiting for me like this, you deserve so much better.” He sighs. Your head snaps up, your eyes blinking rapidly.

“Are you breaking up with me?” Your voice wavers and your hurt expression makes Yuuta’s heart stop.

“N-No! I would never! Well I mean, only if you wanted to but you know I can’t.” He caresses your cheek.

“I’d never leave you, you’re the only one I want.”

And he means those words with everything that he is.

He hopes that the promise ring in his bag was enough to prove that as well.

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anemptypuddingcup · 3 months

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Hey i really loved your mafia/cappo Story about Luffy.

Could you maybe make one about Zoro ?

Just in the same way you did with luffy. It Was sooo damm friking Hot 🥴🔥🥵.

Lovely Greetings 😘

Loving bloodletting.

Mafioso Zoro x Female Reader.

Yo I could not let this one slide, lemme yoink that request from u right quick-🫵🏾👁️👁️

It’s not the same vibe but- it still has some qualities of Mafioso Zoro.

Contains: Mafioso!Zoro. Reader has scars from Zoro. Blood Kink. Scar kink. Zoro intentionally harming Reader. She’s okay with it in this fic- Reader’s not necessarily a masochist but enjoys getting hurt by Zoro, just not in general. Zoro definitely has a goddamn blood kink. Zoro’s slightly tipsy off of wine. Yo- I ain’t think y’all like stuff like this fr-

‼️Contains harm towards Reader w Zoro slicing into her skin & blood. If you aren’t comfortable with these themes, don’t read!

Zoro slowly walks up to the front door, a soft sigh leaving him as he stood around awkwardly at your porch. He’s been seeing you for a few days ever since you both became official, after a lovely night out he just couldn’t get enough of you and your adoring beauty and personality. He sighs heavily and knocked at your door again, his arms crossing as he began to grow impatient.

“Just a minute! One second!”

You finally come over to the door, the door slowly opening before your head peeks out to him. Your eyes widens in excitement and you smile widely to him. “Z-Zoro!” You beamed, pulling the door open and hugging him, his body stepping back slightly out of instinct before he huffs and wraps his arms tight around you.

The feeling of your smaller arms wrapped around his made his heart beat with warmth, regardless if he was a cold person.

“Mind if I come in?” He asked you, quirking a thin brow to you as he stared down at your pretty little frame. You pulled away and nodded, stepping over and allowing him to walk into your home while you rubbed your arms softly.

He steps in and sets his katanas against the couch before slowly sitting down onto the soft cushions of your couch. His eyes glance back towards you, watching as you closed the door and locked it before turning over to him. You smiled and walk over to the couch and sit down beside him, throwing your legs onto his lap before humming out sweetly to him.

Zoro looked down at you before smirking, his rough hand grabbing your chin before pressing a kiss to your lips. You mewl out sweetly against his lips and taste the slight alcohol on his tongue. You pull back and lick your lips, watching as he trailed his lips down your neck and along your collarbone.

“You’re drunk aren’t you Zoro?~” You asked him teasingly, still tasting the slight flavor of wine along your tongue. He slowly looks up at you before smirking and letting out a bit of a chuckle.

“A little bit…I drunk a little somethin’ before I got here~” He huffs out, his hands trailing down and touching at your arms. You watched as he stared down at the scars that decorated the skin of your arms, his rough fingertips feeling along your arms and touching at scarred skin. His body shudders at texture of the healing scars along your arms and he huffs out shakily before looking up at you.

You blink and blushed a bit to him, happy that he adored the scars that he painted on your arms.

He looks back down at your arms and hums out, his eye now looking all over your arms and admiring the deep scars complimenting your skin. “They’re healing~” He mewls out, pressing smooches against your scars before sliding his tongue against your skin.

You moan out shakily to him as he kissed and smooched at your blemished skin, enjoying the feeling of your healing scars along his lips and tastebuds. “Mmgh~ Zoroo~” You hum out to him, his eye slowly trailing up to yours before he smiles and licks his lips.

“Want me to make more~ These scars coating your skin is turning me on~” He asks, sitting up from your body before slowly reaching over to grab the hilt of Ichimonji. You nodded your head and slowly sit up, watching as he sat there and spread his legs before patting his lap. “Cmon, take a seat baby girl~” He says with a low growl, his tone causing your pussy to soak within your panties and pulsate.

You hum out and climb up into his lap, your hand pulling up your gown a bit to reveal your thighs to him. He hums out as he stared at your pretty skin, his hand groping the fat of your thigh and trailing his fingers along your soft skin. He wraps an arm around your midsection and pulls you up farther into his lap, his hand grabbing his katana and slowly pulling the katana from the scabbard, revealing the clean steel to you.

His katana was steady and tight in hand as he slowly presses it down to your thigh, the cold temperature of the steel making your flinch and gasp out. “C-Cold.” You say, your body shuddering just a little bit before you began to tense up against him. Zoro chuckles and looks you into your pretty eyes, his stare making you blush and look away from him. “Just relax for me, if you tense up it’ll make it hard for me to slice into you~” He whispers to you, his lips pressing a warm smooch to your neck to soothe you.

You sigh out and nodded, your body loosening up against him while his arm trails down between your legs. You gasp out suddenly, his finger rubbing circles along your clothed clit while you mewl out shakily. “You’re soaking down here~ You’re that eager for me to mark your body up with my katana?~” He asked, his lips pressing a little smooch up against the shell of your ear. You let out a soft moan and whimpered in response, your face burning up with embarrassment as you watched him palm at your clothed pussy.

“I-It’s not that~” You mewled, lying back against his chest while you gripped the hem of the lace complimenting your silky nightgown. He chuckled and continues teasing you, his hand now lifting the katana and sliding the flat side along your skin. Your hum out and watched as he steadied his hand once more, pressing the blade against your thigh as he readied himself.

“Just don’t go too deep, promise me you won’t kill me Zoro~” You pouted to him, a little gasp spilling out after you speak to him. He smiles to you before nodding to you, his hand sliding now sliding into your panties and rubbing at your clit a little faster and palming at your slit. “Of course I won’t, I’m not gonna hurt you that badly.” He says to you, his words distracting you away from his katana sliding against the skin of your thigh.

You hiss out as he slowly slid the sharp steel against your skin, the slight pain of his steady slicing making you moan and gasp out suddenly as you fought back the sudden urge to flinch and react to the sudden pain. Zoro groans out as he watched blood immediately spilling from your wound. He quickly continues adding more scars against that one thigh, the sudden and quick nicks at your skin making you whine and gasp out in slight painful pleasure.

“S-Shit Zoro~” You moan out shakily, your hand holding on tight to his forearm as he pulls his katana away and continues focusing on your sticky pussy. Zoro’s hand sets down his katana and runs his fingers along your thigh, catching the warm blood onto his fingertips and enjoying the crimson color and the warmth along with the consistency of it. He could feel his cock getting hard at the touch of your blood, the deep scars deep in your skin making him huff out shakily with desire.

That alongside your sticky slick against his fingers made him so hot and bothered, you could feel his body growing hotter against yours and you could also his length growing hard beneath your hips. The feeling of his pulsating cock against your body made you so eager, so ready to feel him against you.

So ready to feel him deep inside of you…

You grind your hips against his lap, mewling out at the warm feeling of your blood running down your thigh and dripping onto your floor while his hand continues playing at cunt. Zoro pick his katana back up before he focuses his attention onto the other thigh, his cock growing harder against your ass while you continued to grind against him so needily.

“Fuck~ You keep grinding against my fucking dick like that~ You want my cock in your pussy that badly you impatient slut?~ He teased, his hand rubbing against your slit even faster while he continued to slice and cut at your other thighs. You gasp out shakily and grip his tatted arm, your nails scratching against his skin as you whine out shakily.

“You want me to fuck you while I slice you up? You naughty fucking girl you~” He whispers into your ear, teasing you more before he pulled his hand out from your panties. His free hand unbuckling his belt before he began pulling his pants and briefs down slightly, groaning out as he sets his cock free from his restraints. You feel his hot length slap against your lower back and you gasp out at the sudden warmth in temperature against your skin.

“Zoro~ May you please fuck m-me while you cut into my skin?~” You begged, your hips wiggling more against his as you felt your cunt beginning to soak and leak out even more. He licks his lips and moves his sword away from your legs before setting it down, his rough yet large hands reaching out and gripping your hips tightly. “Of course I can, if you want my cock that badly then I’ll give it to you.” He whispers to you, pulling you back up farther onto his lap before he presses a smooch to your neck.

You lift your gown up a bit and reveal your drenching panties to him, a bit of blush dusting your cheeks as you spread your legs open a bit more for him. Zoro chuckles and pulls your panties out of the way, his thick length kissing up against your sticky entrance.

You watched as he lifts your hips up a little bit over his length, pressing and rubbing his tip a bit harder against your entrance, teasing you. He slowly slides his thick length inside of you and you both gasp out shakily while he slides and slams himself deep inside of your pussy. “MMGH~ O-Oh Z-Zorooo~” You gasp out loudly and throw your head back, your leg lifting up slightly and your toes curling while he begins fucking up into your pussy.

“Relax~ I’m gonna make you feel good that you won’t even think straight after I’m finished with you~” He hisses out, his hand reaching out for his katana again before he continues slicing it inside of the skin of your other thigh. You mewl out loudly, your moans loud and airy while your eyes shut tightly from the pleasure. Your brows furl from the pleasure of his cock sliding in and out of your pussy and you’re unable to keep yourself quiet.

You watched as Zoro cuts deep into your skin, the blood practically gushing out of your thigh while you struggle to keep your composure on his dick. His cock kisses you deeply against your g-spot which makes you yell out loudly before biting your lip tightly and silencing yourself. The feeling of your warm blood running down your leg made the ecstasy even more heavenly and immaculate for you.

“Z-Zoro~ Oh f-fuck~ P-Please go h-harder~” You begged him, your hips moving on their own as you arched your back against him. He obeys and thrusts into you a bit hardy, making you moan out a bit loudly while you gripped your gown tightly. He chuckles at you struggling to get yourself together, your pussy already creating a white creamy ring around the back of his cock which made him hiss out and bit his lip. “Does my dick feel that good? You like the feeling of my katana against your skin while I’m fucking you?” He whispers into your ear, his teeth nipping and biting at your ear while you moan out to him and nodded.

“Y-Yes~ I-It feels so good~” You whimper out in response, your hand reaching underneath your gown and folding with your breasts while you enjoyed the feeling of him fucking you and slicing up your skin. Zoro slides his tongue along your skin before sinking his teeth deep into your shoulder, a sudden yelp leaving past your lips as the pain made the pleasure stronger.

He moves his katana from your thighs to your tummy and he sliced into the soft skin of your tummy while you moan out and grew lightheaded from the slight blood loss. You groan out shakily and bite your lip tightly, watching as blood spilled out of your wounds and trail down your pretty skin. Zoro begins thrusting up into your pussy a bit faster as he watched the blood slide down your skin, the crimson fluid spilling onto his slacks and soaking the fabric.

He could feel your velvety walls tighten around his length and suck him in even more, your breaths growing heavy as he went at a deep and fast pace due to your pussy pulling him in deeper. “Fuck~ I-I’m close!~” You whined to him, your hands gripping your breasts a bit tighter as you felt yourself unable to hold on to your orgasm much longer. “Awww, can your slutty pussy not hold out anymore on my dick?” Zoro cooed, teasing you as he began to chuckle just a bit at your masochistic pleasure. You whine at his teasing and pouted to him, your hand reaching out and holding on to his tatted arm while he pulls you onto his lap just a bit more.

“I’m gonna make you cum. I want you to squirt on this fucking dick of mine~” He whispers to you deeply, wanting you to release and squirt all over his cock. You nodded and gasped heavily as he bucks his hips up deep against your cunt, his cock occasionally kissing your cervix and making it harder for you to hold on longer. You mewl out as your toes curled a bit more, his hands hold onto your hips and lifting you up and down on his cock. The repeating kisses against your sweet bundle of nerves and cervix made you whine out and grow antsy, that warm feeling rising up into your lower tummy as you felt the urge to let loose.

“Fuck! I-I’m cumming Zoro! Fuck it’s coming so fucking hard!~” You held on tight to his arm and whined loudly before throwing your head back and arch your back once again, your pussy gushing around his length suddenly without much of a warning while you moan out loudly yet breathily. Zoro groans out and sets his katana down, his hands quickly lifting your hips up off of his lap before he finally bursts and cum with a heavy gasp. His cock released his seed out onto your pussy while you shudder from the sensitivity, a heavy groan leaving his lips as he presses his head against your shoulder.

“Ahh~ Z-Zoro~” You mewl out his name softly and rested your head against his chest, his arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you close while he hums out against you. “Fuck…You were so fuckin’ cute~ Those scars are gonna look so nice on your skin~” He mewls out to you, running his finger along the fresh scars and making you hiss out before you flinched suddenly.

“They’re so deep…You sliced in so deep into my skin Zoro~” You hum out, peppering a kiss to his cheek before you giggled to him. “They already look beautiful on you…All of that blood…You aren’t feel lightheaded are you?-“ He asked, quirking a brow to you and giving you a bit of a side glance while he noticed your eyes fluttering slightly. “A little bit…It’s all because of you~” You huffed out, slowly sliding yourself off of his lap and lying down softly onto your couch. He pulls you back onto his lap and holds you close to him, his fierce eyes staring into yours and back down at your scars.

“Sit here a little longer…We’ll get you cleaned up later…” He demanded, keeping you close to him and inhaling your sweet scent while he indulged in the sight of your pretty scars. “Fine…Just make sure we get up before the blood dries…it’s already congealing…” You sigh out and reach your hand up to his moss-like strands, playing with them while you lied there and relaxed against his warm embrace.

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molllsprple · 7 months

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Part 3

Part 2

I’ve had a bit of a cold this week, so I am sorry for the delay. There may or may not be something spicy coming in chapter 4 🤭 just a heads up.

I hope you Enjoy!

You traced the woven gauze that encircled your thigh, as you gazed out the small window of your room, counting the cobwebs that decorated the walls. In the few months that you had worked for Mihawk, you had barely shared an interaction that lasted longer than thirty seconds, yet, in a matter of hours you had managed to turn your working relationship on its head, every ounce of professionalism going out the window. For this reason, you had decided to keep to the narrow confines of your room over the next few days, biding your time as the ship sailed to its next destination—Not that you knew how long that would be or where you were even going. Mihawk had simply set the sails and said nothing more.

He hadn’t come to check on you since dumping you in here, for which you were secretly thankful for, however you would occasionally catch sight of his shadow creeping in from under the door at night, lingering a while before it eventually retreated down the hallway.

With a deep exhale, you hugged your legs to your chest under the musty sheets, eyes slipping shut as the gentle rise and fall of each wave lulled you into a state of comfort. Now that your leg had healed a little, you were hoping to take up your next assignment in an attempt to escape this awkward atmosphere. It was what you were being paid for after all. Mihawk had been more than generous, and you didn’t want to burden him any longer.

Your stomach lurched at the sound of knuckles on wood, as you shot out of bed in an instant, hastily straightening out your clothes and smoothing your hair. Your hand hovered over the door knob before eventually grabbing and twisting, inching the door open to unveil Mihawk’s lean figure crowding the doorway. Your cheeks flushed as you daringly met his molten gold gaze.

“We’re here” Mihawk announced, apparently no time for pleasantries, as he immediately turned to slip out the door to the upper deck.

You lingered at the door before slowly retracing Mihawk’s steps towards the top deck, squinting as your eyes adjusted to the light of day. As you blinked your surroundings into focus, the air around you became frigid and thick with a gloomy smog. You blinked again, as you took in the murky landscape of dense forests and crumbling ruins that surrounded a castle at the centre of the island. Your eyebrows furrowed. “We’re—Sorry…where are we?”

Mihawk’s eyes remained fixed on the land infront of him, as he leaned against the side of the vessel, the feather on his hat swirling and dancing with every gust of wind.

“Kuraigana island” He replied flatly, eyes glazed over and lost somewhere in the distance. “My home”.

You noted the subtle tone of sadness in his words, as you followed his line of sight, noticing how some of the structure of the castle had began to crumble away.

“Why are we here?” You asked, carefully moving to occupy the space on his right.

Mihawk finally turned to look down in your direction “I’m going to train you”.

You tilted your head, eyebrows knitting in confusion as you scanned his side profile “Train me?”

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Mihawk lead you to a large stone ruin just outside the castle, a tall circle of stone that looked like it could have been a turret at some point in time. You clutched the foreign object between your hands, squeezing the woven cotton handle to achieve a better grip. The katana Mihawk had provided you was beautifully crafted, and even though you had little experience wielding a sword, you could appreciate good craftsmanship when you saw it. You could feel how the heavy steel carried great momentum with each fell swoop as you experimentally switched the blade between your unpracticed hands.

“I appreciate the offer, but please explain to me why I need sword practice when I’m perfectly capable wielding knives.”

Mihawk stood parallel to you, stance casual and expression nonchalant as he watched you play with the sword. “If you want to work for me, then I expect your capabilities to match my own.” He took two slow steps towards you, capturing the tip of your blade between his fingers before gently resting it to point at the smooth skin of his exposed chest. “Knives are practical short range, but a sword provides the ability to strike from a distance”. Mihawk’s eyes subtly skimmed over your face, before travelling downwards “…Making you less vulnerable.”

You watched his movements before flicking your eyes over his shoulder, settling on the large sword strapped to his back “Aren’t swords your thing?” You asked, eyes returning back to his face to find that his gaze hadn’t left you for a second “…I’d really hate to take your spotlight.” A mischievous grin tugged at the corners of your mouth.

Mihawk did not return your amusement.

You huffed out a laugh “So you’re gonna fight me with that big sword of yours” You said lowly, words coming out a little more suggestive than you intended. “I hardly think that’s playing fair.”

Mihawk’s fingers slipped from your blade, stepping back to resume his former position as he began to remove the large sword, along with his Leather coat and feather hat, leaving him in black trousers and white low buttoned shirt. “I won’t be using Yoru against you, not for now at least” He turned to face you again “Now I want you to come at me, as if I were your enemy”

You straightened up slightly as you lowered the blade. Sure, there had been times in the past where that arrogant face of his had pissed you off, but you never wanted to actually hurt him. “What!?”

Mihawk’s golden irises darkened as he flexed his fingers and readied his stance. ”Come. At. Me.”

If he wanted a fight, then you would give him one.

Raising the sword, you began to bolt forward, swinging the heavy steel from left to right, each time missing by a mile as Mihawk dodged each failing attempt with ease. It was like a dance of sorts, his every movement swift and graceful as he ducked and weaved between each lethal slice. You locked eyes as you took another swing, this time going for an uppercut.

Missed.

You spun around clockwise, the blade picking up speed as you tried to catch him out with an attack from the side.

Missed again.

The two of you were so entangled in the passion of the fight, that you barely had time to register the large rock that your foot was heading towards.

Mihawk fiercely grabbed your right arm before spinning your back to be flush with his chest.

“Clumsy” He scolded, his left hand assuming an unforgiving hold on your waist as he brought the blade up to your neck with the other.

You wondered whether it would bruise later.

“You need to watch your footwork” He rumbled, breath ghosting over the shell of your ear as his deep vocals hummed through your bones, making your hair stand on end. You were rendered utterly breathless, and you weren’t entirely sure whether it was from the physical exertion.

You struggled in vain, hoping Mihawk would fail to notice the way your pulse wasn’t slowing down.

Gently, he lowered the blade, the heat of his body seeping away as he separated from behind you, left hand slipping from its hold on your waist.

“Again” He commanded, readying his position once more.

You attempted to regain some composure as you turned to face him, however your movements were stunted by the sharp pain that darted through your thigh muscle, legs buckling under the strain. “Shit” You gritted, clutching the source of the pain.

In the blink of an eye, Mihawk was crouched beside you, arm hooked under yours as he helped to support your weight.

“I think that’s enough for today.” He admitted quietly, plucking the sword from your grip.

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You sighed deeply, as you slumped back against one of Mihawk’s lavish sofas that framed the fireplace in his living room. Your nostrils were overwhelmed by the rich smell of burning wood, as the comforting heat served to sooth your every ache.

Mihawk’s figure, softly illuminated by the warm glow of the fire, was currently hunched on the floor in front of you, assessing your wound, despite your persistent protests. The injury itself had healed over mostly, but it would still take some time before you would see it mend completely.

Your silhouettes both sat in perfect silence, interrupted only by the occasional crackle and snap of the fireplace, as the flames cast subtle shadows over Mihawk’s face, making him appear a little softer than what you were used to.

Unfortunately, the fire did nothing to resolve the tightness in Mihawk’s broad shoulders, which had been there since coming back from training. Tension oozed out with every harsh tug of gauze, all finesse long abandoned, as his hawkeyes remained fixated on the damage caused to your thigh. You had hoped that he had forgiven you by now, but going by his actions, it was evident that he was still holding some sort of grudge. You sighed again quietly, tipping your head back against the sofa and closing your eyes, trying to zone out the wave of guilt that was beginning to rise in your stomach.

“I shouldn’t have let you go” Mihawk eventually says, the velvety baritone of his voice disrupting the silence like a ripple in water.

Your eyes shoot open as you sit up to face him, frantically looking over his figure as if it would somehow reveal to you the meaning of his words “What?” You question, completely dumbfounded.

Mihawk remained with his head bowed, eyes obstructed by the dark curls that hung untamed by the absence of his hat. “That man” He spat the words like they were venom “—I knew how dangerous he was—and I still…let you go”

You watched in silence as he spoke.

“It’s my fault—this—it’s all my fault” Mihawk continued, refusing to meet your eye-line as he bitterly choked out each word.

You sat deadly still, taken aback by his admission. “Hey, Mihawk—don’t be silly” You stretched out your fingers in an attempt to ease his conscious, delicately placing them on top of his hand.

Mihawk flinched at the contact, before finally looking up to meet your gaze.

His eyes held the same dangerous fury that you had witnessed that day after the incident, however, it was clear now that his anger had never been directed at you.

You stared back as him wide-eyed, wracking your brain for something to say—anything. Except…you couldn’t find the words. Instead, your hand began to move on its own, slowly lifting up to cradle the roughness of his jawline, as you gently thumbed the smooth skin of his cheek.

Mihawk’s eyes softened slightly in return, as he reluctantly melted into the warmth of your palm. The fierceness of his gaze would have been intimidating, if it wasn’t for the fact that his eyes were noticeably blood shot and forming bags around the edges.

He looks so tired, You thought, your gaze drifting over his rugged features. It was almost painful, seeing the way he was punishing himself for a mistake that no one could have seen coming. You wanted to sooth his woes, and give him something warm enough to drown out his frustrations. Although, you feared that it would ruin your working relationship forever.

Harbouring affection for your boss had never been part of the contract.

Part 4

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A cult managed to access and subsequently mess around with Gothams Lazarus pit and summoned Desiree. The genie promptly broke out of whatever summoning circle she was in and started causing chaos by granting wishes.

Of course she was attracted to the Wayne manor, thinking about the tragedy that had happened to her in life. She was in luck, too! Bruce Wayne was upset. Appearently a few of his children couldn't make up to Thanksgiving dinner, one was avoiding him outright, and he made a mistake.

He told the butler, "I just wish all of my kids were here for Thanksgiving." She liked that wish and would gladly grant it.

"So you have wished it, so shall it be!"

Both the men spun around, but it was too late. Purple smoke filled the room and clouded oround them. The smoke cleared almost as quickly as it came, leaving them coughing and looking around for the mysterious woman who had seemingly vanished.

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Danny jumped out of the chair he had suddenly found himself in. Huh. He didn't recognize this room, but it was decorated with stuff he liked and even stuff he knew was his. It was almost like he had decorated the room himself, but that wasn't possible. He was in Mr. Lancers math class taking a test just a minute ago! Where was he now?

Deciding to peek out his door, he was met with his clone Ellie and another girl who introduced herself as Helana Wayne. They were just just ask confused as he was, but at least Helena knew where they were.

The Wayne manor, her fathers home. Danny wasn't pleased to know he was in a billionaires mansion but decided to keep his opinion to himself until he could get himself and Ellie out of here. They didn't have to walk long until they got to a staircase where multiple boys were bickering and-was that a katana?

Appearently there was another teen named Terry here with someone named Matt and three boys seemed to be interrogating him. The guy looked ready to throw them down the stairs. Another guy, Aion was there too but he decided to casually walk down the stares while everyone was distracted.

Danny intervened and politely asked to be returned to school. He was kind of in the middle of a test and his parents were going to kill him if he flunked. This seemed to ease the tension in the room at the very least as thier storry seemed to match up with this Terry guys explanation.

Damian, a rude little gremlin who Danny wanted to punt into the sun within the first five minutes of meeting -something Terry whole heartedly agreed with- snidely said he would lead them to the door and Danny wanted to drag his heels out of spite.

This was how they learned the manor grounds were floating in a bubble in space. Damian growled something about how he was going to make someone pay but Danny was too busy freaking out about **space** to care

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It eventually came out that Henena was the child of Batman and Catwoman, Danny was adopted and Dani was his clone, so after a DNA test they discovered Helena was thier full sister and the oldest of the pack.

Terry was shocked to find out he and Matt were also Bruce's bio son but was kinda wigging out about it because the implications.

Everyone here was in some form or another, a child of Bruce Wayne, many of whom were from different realities or timeliness. The real problem was that ALL of Bruce Waynes children were here. Or at least one version of them.

Oh.

And it was October 4th. They were stuck here together until Thanksgiving was over. Yay.

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Soul-Stitching: The Heir and the Guardian

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Chapter 1: the assassin and his servant | AO3

CW: Suicide, blood, injury, referenced childhood trauma, mild violence

It is no surprise that the League of Assassins has its own fair share of enemies at its tail. Yet recently, there has been an onslaught of attacks, prompting its members to switch between the network of bases—its young heir is no exception. The third base to house Damian sits between two frosted peaks towering over a Tibetan village, first founded by the demon's daughter herself. Though the instigator of the attacks is unknown, it seems that the abilities of the opposing group is nearly on par with the trained assassins. Damian has scoffed at this piece of information; no one stands at the same level as the League.

Unfortunately, Damian has been kept away from the frontlines under Talia's strict instructions despite his insistence to fight. Knowing his status, Damian begrudgingly complied to escape and hide. Even if the food is cold and the night wind sometimes sneaks in to bite his bones, he sits still to wait for news announcing that it's safe to return to the main base.

He sits up on his creaky bed. The ends of the sheets are fraying, and the floors are ice cold, with the gray and brown meshing into a drabby color. The only semblance of a decoration is his twin katanas leaning off the side of his bed frame. It's a far cry from the home he knows, though his routine is mostly unchanged: training from dawn to dusk. But he can tell this day is different. From the commotion happening outside the room and the lingering tension in the air, Damian deduces that another attack is on the way.

Finally, his thoughts are confirmed when he hears the door open. "Master Damian?"

He has his back turned to her, his servant, but he can already picture out her presence. An unsteady stance dwarfed in a thick coat, calloused hands wrapped in fingerless gloves, cheeks that have lost a tad bit of their rosiness nowadays, and hair pushed back into twin braids. A child just like him, but raised an assassin nonetheless. "Lady Talia wishes for you to be relocated again. We will use the back tunnel and rendezvous with our guides halfway down the mountains. They will escort us to out—"

"Where are we relocating to?"

". . . I don't know, Master."

She swiftly moves to the side to pack his things. Damian picks up his weapons, biting back the habitual click of his tongue. He's sick of the cycle, feeling like a coward running away endlessly. "And why can't we hold them off?"

"We do not have enough people. Between guarding the Demon Head and the Pits, and covering all bases . . . The enemies have become too much to handle." Marie ties together the strings of the backpack, before strapping a rolled-up sleeping bag on top.

"If our assassins are competent enough, we would not be struggling ," Damian hisses.

The servant doesn't reply, but he catches the twitch of her upper lip. Like him, Marie has been forbidden from fighting the enemies, but she has been helping with the supplies and cleaning, apart from assisting him in training. She should know how weak the League has become.

"We will leave in five minutes," she says, offering his coat to him.

"What if I don't want to leave?"

"I am sorry, Master, but Lady Talia said—"

"Nevermind what Mother said. I can do it. I can fight."

Marie's expression changes just a little, and her hand reaches up to clutch her sleeve. He knows that even though she serves under him, she mostly answers to his mother. And defying Talia had greater consequences. It is not the first time Damian has wanted to go against higher orders; Marie has often eased him into not breaking the rules.

"I think it is better for you to reserve your energy for training, Master. Let the rest of us worry about the enemies."

"Tt. Grandfather should do something about this."

When Marie finally persuades him, they venture out to the winding halls. She navigates expertly, avoiding the rings of the gunshots and clashing of swords. Damian knows that they are near the exit when he feels the chilling gust of wind. The rocky snow-topped terrain welcomes them outside—there is only white and gray for miles that everything looks like a lifeless desert. Damian blinks against the sunlight, puffs of fogged breath floating along his vision. In the snowy landscape, Marie looks even paler, as if her skin has become translucent.

The swords on Damian's back feel heavier too. He has found that fighting in the cold is more troublesome—his joints are hardened, and the blood rushes out of his limbs. The stiffness of his muscles limit his movement and the thin air makes it difficult to breathe. Their escape party is too vulnerable, and if they were to encounter a hostile group, he will have to make the kill quick.

He glances at Marie every now and then. Her skills are average, and she looks smaller when bundled up. He doesn't miss the way she favors one foot when she trudges in the snow. Though she has been mentored by Talia, she is not like his mother, nor like the other women he is familiar with, like Nyssa or Lady Shiva. She's practically dead weight for Damian. An easy target.

He doesn't remember when she first started serving under him. He only recalls huffing in annoyance seeing the tiny girl hanging around on the sidelines as he trained, occasionally joining him for a spar. He only knows her as the one who brings his food, supplies him with his secondary weapons, escapes into other bases with him, and acts as his mother's slave. She looks more attuned to the civilians in the towns Damian sees during his missions, not someone who has blood in her hands. Rarely does she show emotion, not even some annoyance or defeat when he easily beats her during practice, not even flinching when the other servants delivered sharp slaps on her arms, not even a hint of awe like when Damian first gazed upon the second League base in Nepal. Her expressions are usually blank or incomplete, as if she suppresses her reactions.

She marches close to him, head darting around to check for danger. Damian stops and asks, "How long until we meet the guides?"

"We have one day of travel, Master."

"One day? Could they have not sent a plane?"

"It's too risky…"

Damian clenches his jaw. A day of hiking through frozen hell. He pulls his hood over his head and quickens his pace.

"Wait, Master, we should slow down." Marie calls after.

He doesn't care. The faster they walk, the faster they can meet up with their allies and get out of there.

"Master, wait—" A thump sounds out. Damian looks behind him to see Marie scrambling to get up.

"Tt. You could have stayed behind if you can't even walk."

Marie mumbles her apologies while catching up to him. "We should keep ourselves from tiring out quickly. There is still a long way to go."

"What if the enemies catch up to us?"

"They will not." She purses her lips. "They should not know you're escaping. They should not know you're here in the first place."

"They always know." Damian continues along the nonexistent path. "I'm certain there are moles here."

As they keep walking, Marie sometimes wobbles with the humongous bag but she doesn't trip again. Damian doesn't keep count how many steps they have taken or how long they walk, but soon he starts to stagger and shiver, and the sun fades away slowly. Marie directs them to a small cave carved out on the side of a cliff. It is small and still cold, but it will do for the night. Damian gives in to his aching legs, putting his swords in front of him, while Marie sets up the camp. She kindles a humble fire and takes out the supplies to make a meal.

"A seating mat, Master?" Marie lays out a folded cloth off to the side. Damian crawls to it wordlessly, leaning against the bumpy wall and draping an arm over his eyes.

She hugs her knees and watches the boiling water. "There might be a storm tonight. I can cover up the entrance, but I do not know how well it will hold up."

He doesn't reply.

"Any food you prefer, Master?"

"What difference does it make? It's all tasteless meal kits."

"But—"

"I don't care. Whatever you can make."

"If we wake up early, we can reach our destination in time," Marie continues, "It is colder in the morning but I have heat packs in the bag."

“...”

Damian peeks as she cooks a simple stew. The aroma spreads around the cave, mingling with the shadows created by the fire. The warmth chases away the chill just a little. His servant seems to note his unwillingness to make small talk, so they eat their meals in complete silence, basking in the crackling flames instead. Marie unrolls the sleeping bag and positions herself near the opening of the cave with a knife in hand.

"Please get some sleep, Master Damian. I will keep watch," says Marie.

Damian rolls to face the ceiling. Camp-outs are often bleak, and he practically has to sleep with one eye open. But owing to the soreness of his body, he drifts into deep slumber. He has no clue how long he sleeps but when he wakes up, the fire has gone small and the numbed pain in his back has become more persistent. Damian sits up to see Marie staring off blankly into the foggy snowstorm. She's trembling badly and her chapped lips have turned into a light shade of blue. They make brief eye contact before she jumps up to push out the little snow starting to pile up at the opening.

Damian averts his gaze, buries deeper into the sleeping bag, and thinks to himself how foolish it is for her to stay awake and away from the fire.

He lies awake instead of going back to sleep as the cold has won over his drowsiness. An eternity of gazing up at the darkness, his eyelids begin to feel heavy—

Damian's hand darts up to grab the wrist hovering over him. “What are you doing?”

Marie recoils back in surprise. "Hea—heat pack, Master. You looked cold."

"Tt. Forget it. I will get one myself if I'm cold."

Marie nods weakly, lowly muttering her apologies again, and returns to her post.

***

The next time Damian wakes, it's from noises nearby. The morning light has spilled into the cave, and the fire has reduced into ash and some smoke. The second thing he notices is the lack of Marie's presence—Damian scrambles up and runs towards the cave opening to see his servant locked in a fight with a stranger just on the edge of the cliff. An enemy assassin perhaps. He has her pinned to the ground, but her fingers are tightly wound around his neck. Marie lets out a choked scream when the man jams the hilt of his weapon on her injured foot.

Damian immediately pulls out his katana and swipes at the enemy's neck. He tugs Marie by the collar and kicks the man's large body off the drop. After looking around for other assassins he looks down on his servant, who's already making a makeshift splint from her knife holder despite her ragged breathing and the cut running across her hairline.

"Where's the bag?" Damian asks, wiping off the hint of blood from his blade.

Marie's eyes widen up at him, and they slowly follow down the height of the cliff.

"Really? You can barely hold off an enemy and you've lost our supplies?" Damian's hand clenches around his sword.

"I am sorry, Master, I was packing up and—and I was about to wake you." Her voice wavers. "I—I still have some food in my belt—"

" Save it," he cuts her off. "We have to get down from here as fast as we can."

Even if that assassin is a lone wanderer, they can't risk another similar encounter. If that happens, Damian isn't certain if he can keep himself alive, much less the both of them, especially if they're overwhelmed by numbers. He curses at his stiff hands; he could've been much faster if it were any other circumstance.

"I—I am sorry, Master," Marie gasps out.

"I said save it." Damian begins to hike again, and she follows while limping after crawling into the cave and packing up his sleeping bag.

He's surprised that she survived and held off the assassin, but she did so sloppily that her injury was aggravated. Because of that, they will be slowed down indefinitely, unless he chooses to venture on ahead. That is the truth in the League of Assassins: that kind of weakness isn't tolerated, even if she has some ability to defend herself. Those incapable are quickly rooted out, and those who are prodigies train to become more vicious.

Damian momentarily halts when he observes that the path has narrowed down. They can still cross and climb down, but after one wrong move, they will be falling into a merciless death. He tests the rock, moving one step at a time and clinging onto the shallow crevices of the wall.

He turns to Marie. “Climbing gear?”

She bows her head in guilt. “Inside the bag . . . Master.”

“That is your own fault,” he spits out. “If you cannot cross this, I'm not helping you.”

He feels her trying to follow closely, but her balance is dangerously off. Damian watches as she struggles to walk through. Her breaths are unsteady as she keeps her gaze on her feet. On top of that, she's shivering more than the previous day.

When Marie makes a misstep and gasps sharply when she slips, Damian jumps in to grab her sleeve to keep her from falling. She swallows and thanks him, to which he sternly directs to hold onto him as they cross. It takes them a longer while than he hoped for, but they finally come towards a more spacious and safer landing. Still, the bottom of the mountain is still too far to see.

“I thought Mother sent you to escort and protect me,” he tuts, looking down at her as she collapses on her knees to catch her breath. “Yet you are slowing us down and putting both our lives in danger.”

“You . . . you are right, Master. Forgive me.” She coughs a little, rubbing the area near her wound. “But I was trying to protect you—”

“You were as good as dead if I had not stepped in. Who were you trying to protect?”

“I apologize for my inadequacy.” She has lowered herself into a deep bow, head touching the snow. “Please punish me or kill me as you wish. We are nearing the meeting point anyway; I will be of no use soon.”

“Tt. You don't even deserve to perish by my hand.” Damian looks down at her in distaste. The heir of the League should not be accompanied by such a servant in the first place. It's already a miracle that she has survived for this long, and he doesn't want to get rid of the little help she can offer. Perhaps as a convenient shield if they encounter enemies again.

“Stand up,” he orders. “You are delaying us again.”

She carefully does so, but when she shows her face again, Damian is nearly taken aback, seeing her again up close. Her forehead is smeared with dried blood and the side of her face is slightly swollen. But what surprises him is her usual dead eyes are now glistening with tears.

“You are right, Master. I should not delay us any longer.” Marie sniffles, moving over to the edge.

“Wh—what—”

“I am sorry for not meeting your expectations. There is no excuse for my actions.” She takes out her knife.

“Wait—”

“Our allies are nearby; it will not take long.”

Red. All that fills his vision is red: bold, flowing red against the canvas that is the frost. The intricately-carved hilt sticks out of her abdomen, spreading the ghastly color into her clothes. The blood isn't anything new for Damian to see, but he has never seen it like this.

The white sky and red.

Her white fingers and red.

The white shine of the blade and red.

Heavy drops spill onto the snow, then crushed underneath her boot as she sways backwards.

“Please take care . . . Master Damian.”

Before he can tell his body to move, she has disappeared by the hand of gravity, falling until the fog covers up. Damian wonders where the scream he hears comes from until he realizes his throat is hoarse.

***

Damian jolts awake, cold sweat slithering down the nape of his neck. It takes him a second to realize that he is in his bedroom in the Wayne manor, and the sun is yet to rise. He shivers even though he feels warm, as if the memory of the cold has followed him back to reality. Frustrated, he tugs hard at his hair as he tries to even out his breaths.

He just dreamed of that again.

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