#so instead of starting with going Oh Well Sae is Nice and working from there i’m able to say oh sae is actually pretty hot headed deep down

[okthatsgreat]

i’m realizing that one of my favorite ways to create a character is by first establishing a major flaw of theirs and then examining how that will inevitably fuck them up a bit. then fleshing them out from there

[a-complex-joke]

A Family Chrismas

MASTERLIST

Summary: it had been almost a year since Akira returned home. While the phantom thieves were still active, they weren’t taking on as many big-name cases.

They had all stayed in contact with him, but as I'm sure you know, not talking in person for a year will dwindle your friendships. But it’s Christmas so let's not let that get up down, and Sojoiro has invited everyone to a party at Leblanc.

Third persona POV

“Sojiro, Haru. Guess what!?” Futaba came running into Lablanc, placing her school bag on the counter, letting Mona out to stretch.

“Chief stepped out of a bit, I believe he was mailing something.” Haru turned petting the cat.

Haru had begun to work at Leblanc after graduation, not that she needed the money. She was still managing her father's business, with the help of trusted advisers.

She took the job at Leblanc for the experience.

“Ahh, boo. I swear he’s keeping something from me” the ginger said annoyed.

“Maybe it’s a Christmas gift for you” Haru laughed “So what is it you wanted me to guess about ?”

“Right, Akira just texted me a little while ago, and said he’s sending all of us something special for Christmas”  Futaba Mused.

“Really? He is so selfless” Tears started to form in the girl’s eyes, at the thought of her friend.

“Oh no don’t cry” Futba ran around the counter to hug her.

“Im fine im fine, I just miss him.” she hugged the short girl back.

“Hey, what's with all the tears?” Sojiro asked walking in.

“We just miss Akira is all” Futaba answered.

“Ahh I see, well I may have just the thing to cheer you guys up” Sojiro handed a card to Haru.

“You’re hosting a party here?” Haru asked showing the card to Futaba.

“I thought it would be nice for you all to have a Christmas get-together. And some of you guys could use a place to go for Christmas.” he smiled, lighting a cigarette.

“Aww, Sojiro you big softie” Futaba teased her father figure.

“Who’s all coming,” Haru asked.

“Well I just sent out most of the invites, but I've invited the other phantom thieves, along with Sae, I believe Ann was gonna bring a friend of yours, and so were Ryuji and Yusuke. Oh, and I hope you don’t mind I also invited Akechi. I know you two weren't on the best terms with him”

The girls slightly cringed

“No, it’s fine we both have forgiven him and understand what he did was not personal,” Haru said, luckily had Futaba explained it wouldn’t have sounded as nice.

“Alright good then, I don’t believe I've invited anyone else, though some others may stop by for a short time” he laughed, seeming to lose his train of thought more with age. “Oh and Haru if you wouldn’t mind staying a little later to help decorate it would be greatly appreciated”

“Yes chief,” she said giving an awkward salute.

“Alright the things should be upstairs, Futaba how about you go up and help her.”

The girls head upstairs, while the old bedroom has become a storage area once again. It was still the phantom thieves' base. And none of the group would let Akira’s old room become trashed.

They started going through the long-forgotten boxes, searching for the decorations. Instead finding things that reminded them of their rebellious last year. The fake money they had stolen from Kanoshiro and the Legislator Pin.

“Do you think, had Akira  stayed here, we would still be taking down as bad of people as Shido and my father?” Haru asked.

“I think, he drove us to aim higher, and without him, we feel less strong. Makoto is a good substitute leader but with her busy schedule, we have less time to plan everything out” Futaba Answered.

The two fell in silence for a while before Futaba jumped up.

“I have had the greatest idea. What if we all have a sleepover up here, everyone will be on break. How about tomorrow we go to Akihabara and buy some sleeping bags and snacks.” she laughed evilly

“Yeah, let’s do that, we can text the others to bring pillows and blankets” Haru responded, and the two jumped up and down with excitement.

“Have you found those Decorations yet!?” Sojiro yelled up to them, teasingly.

“Oh, not yet sir” Haru said, panicking, going back to looking as Futaba started visualizing the scene.

Let's look at another group while our girls craft their master plan.

Ryuji and Ann had been put in the same class for their third year at Shujin. 

Mishima was in a different class but That didn’t stop him from getting bugged By Ryuji 24/7.

Shiho was attending a different school.

The four had grown rather close. So when they happened to run into Sojiro at the shopping district, he told them his idea to throw a Christmas get-together. They obviously asked if they could bring their friends.

The two outsiders were a little hesitant but came around quickly.

“Should we bring gifts?” Shiho asked.

“I mean Ann and I were but it’s just gonna be a chill gathering. So don’t feel pressured to get anyone anything. At most something for the chief to thank him for hosting,” Ryuji said.

“Oh but Futaba Just messaged me, she says that if we want to sleep over we should bring pillows and blankets”

“Wait a co-ed sleep-over” Mishima’s face turned rosy.

“Come on dude, it's not like we're gonna be doing anything explicit, plus you shared a room with Ann, Akira, and me in Hawaii” Ryuji nudged Mishima

“I think it sounds fun,” Shiho said making the others turn to look at her surprised “I've only met your other friends a few times. This could be a great time to finally make them our friends” she smiled.

“Aww Shiho, I could just eat you up,” Ann said hugging and squeezing the girl.

“Yo Yusake, whats up man?” Ryuji yells running over to the guy.

Yusuke had continued to attend Kosei High School and live in its dorms. Though Sojiro would let him stay in the upstairs room if he asked.

“Oh hello, I was not expecting to run into you all today” The boy looked slim.

“You spend all your money on art supplies again?” Ryuji asked already knowing the answer. Yuskae simply nodded.

“Alright let me buy you a burger” Ryuji sighed.

The Starving boy sat down with the others, as Ryuji ordered him something.

“By the way Yusuke, we told Sojiro you’d be bringing Hifumi to the Chrismas gathering, so could you” Ann laughed “Oh, and tell her she can spin the night if she brings her own bedding”

Yusake again just nodded fearing if he did more his sugar would finally dissipate and he’s faint.

Now let’s move on to a few days later when the Invites had been delivered to those still in need of them. And Futaba already texting the youngens, to BYOB(Bring your own bedding)

Makoto had been at police training for two months now and had come home for break, Sae had started training to be a defense lawyer in that time both sisters felt a sense of purpose that made them feel good.

“Im really excited to see the crew. how have they been?” Makto asked her sister.

“Good, not much has actually changed, though I hear Ruyji has been keeping up with his studies” Sea teased.

Next, there was Akechi. who since going on TV and revealing everything about his past, Minus the murder part.

He had found he was able to enjoy more of life and found less need to be as vengeful. Learning that the general public could care less about his conception. Sure he still liked to watch the life drain out of Shadow's eyes, but you don’t just get over that in a day.

He was honestly surprised to have received a text from Futaba let alone it being an invite to a sleepover, with people he believed hated him.

It honestly touched his heart a little… just a little

And the last of the main people was Sumire. She had continued to pursue her gymnastics and was already set for a scholarship to any college she’d like. As much as she loved the others, without Akira there she saw no reason to stay within the city.

This get-together would be the perfect time to tell everyone her plans.

Sojiro had sent out other Invites to people, who were yes aware of who the phantom thieves really were, but weren't integral to the whole thing. 

Tonight was the night.

Sojiro, Futaba, Haru, and Mona stood waiting for the others to arrive.

“Here let me take your coat, my good sir, you can place any gift on that table,” Futaba said in an exaggerated tone.

“Why thank you, young lady, you're too kind.” Ryuji said in a similar tone “Should I just take my overnight stuff up?”

“Yeah, just make sure you don’t put your stuff next to mine, I don’t want your germs” Futaba joked.

“Suzui, so good to see you again” Haru mused.

“Oh please just call me Shiho, Senpai”

“Then you can just call me Haru, please make yourself comfortable, The chief and I have worked very hard on cooking up something you all to enjoy, so please help yourself”

“I won’t say no to that” Yusake laughed as he started making a plate. A silent laugh grows amongst the guests.

“Welcome in …” Futaba was caught off guard seeing Akechi.

“Oh hello… am I late?” he said scratching the back of his head. “Im sorry if you weren’t expecting me. I can go if you want” he started to turn to leave.

“No! I mean no you don’t have to go. It’s always gonna be awkward between us, ok? But if I was to hold this against you forever, I'd get nothing out of it either way. So let's just hug and put this behind us” she pouted.

He laughed “All right then,” he said pulling her into a hug.

“As much as I hate to break this moment, it needs to make a call, and you both are standing in front of the door” Sojiro quipped.

The two moved away awkwardly. “So… should I put my stuff upstairs, I traveled quite light” Akechi laughed

Soon everyone had arrived and the party was going well, Yusake acutely seemed to have color back on his face. A few people like Iwai and Ohay only stopped in for quick hellos, before heading to the bars. While Takemi and Kawakami stayed longer.

Sumire kept Avoiding all questions of what her plan for college was, seeming to chicken out on telling everyone the truth.

Everyone was starting to open presents.

“Oh, I just remembered, I forgot the gifts to all of you at the house, I'll be right back guys,” Sojiro said walking out the door.

“Huh, I guess you were right he was keeping a gift from me,” Futaba said to Haru. “I hope it’s a new figure”

“He’s so generous, getting all of us a gift. I just hope it’s something simple, like a recipe book” Haru said

“That would be so nice, I think I'd want his curry recipe” Ryuji mused, earning collective agreement among the cafe.

“Sorry I took so long everyone,” Sojiro said, entering back in making everyone turn in his direction.

Only to see someone else standing in front of him.

“Akira!” Futaba yelled running to the guy. Followed by many of the others.

“Hey guys, I heard we’re having a sleepover” he smiled hugging the girl.

“So you knew about this and didn’t tell me,” Futaba pouted turning to Sojiro, tears forming in her eyes. As Akira excepted more hugs

“Hey, it was his idea” he replied holding his hands up defensively.

“But what are you doing here? surely you couldn’t come all the way here just for the break.” Makto asked.

“I graduated Early, was doing a bunch of odd jobs, full of sleepless nights, saving up so I could move back here. I already have a place. Im ready to take back my position as leader of the phantom thieves… if you’ll have me.” he smiled.

Everyone is saying some variation of “of course”

It was weird to think how much this one person moving back here, changed everything, Sumire, now saw no reason to stay. A possible second home for Yusake to stay during the long breaks. Even Mona no longer has to sit bored out of his mind as Futaba hacks into a military base.

“Well then everyone let the boy get some of this food im sure he’s missed my cooking” Sojiro laughed.

The night carried on with lots of laughing and even some dancing. Soon the adults started leaving, and finally, Sojiro announced his departure for the night after everyone had helped clean up.

The kids headed upstairs to play video games, or sleep, and just enjoy their time together.

Deep conversations or friendly cuddles all that mattered was that they were together.

They were a family.

BTW these were the artworks that inspired me, so go support these people.

[doki-doki-imagines]

Blue Lock in Edo period

Wrote these with otomes in mind LOL

Sae Itoshi The daimyō with wonderful red kimono and golden embroidery visit your family restaurant and wants you to cook for him for the rest of your life, or until he gets tired of you. Sae takes you to his castle and you are so excited to work for such an important daimyō; maybe your family will have a wealthy but modest life from now on. Too bad Sae also wants you as a concubine. He really can't understand your surprise when after giving him his tea he pushed you toward the futon, wasn't his intention clear from the start? Maybe not, the headbutt you just gave him still stings; "arrogant bastard, I'll never fall for you". But is it real? Or you'll fall for that dastardly guy, grown a little too fast, that wants to travel the world, but still has many insecurities?  And will you be just one of his many concubines or something more will develop?

Rin Itoshi: The brother of the daimyō Sae Itoshi. Planning to get his revenge and take his brother's place. Can't suffer you from second one, just one of many concubines of his brother and another loss of time, he's sure of it. Then why he can't get you out of his mind? Why instead of warming his brother's bed you spend so much time with him? Your sweet words warm his body and make his heart beat faster and Rin can’t stand it; he has big plans, and he doesn’t have time for a silly crush. Not even when he notices you talking more with Sae and a green monster has his heart in a vice, dark emotions piling up. Will you be able to end his hatred and conquer Rin’s heart? Or you’ll be just one of his pawns?

Shidou Ryusei: The skilled ninja working under Sae, you meet because instead of using you as a cook the young daimyō found you clever enough to learn medicine and assist his best men in battle. Obviously, Shidou finds you so boring, that’s why he rather tease you endlessly to see your flustered expression while you patch him up.

“Wow you are so elastic Ryusei-sama! I suppose that years of training were really useful!”

“Yeah! That and breaking all my bones since I was a little child”

“W-What!? Are you kidding me, right?”

“…”

“Ryusei-sama! Don’t play with me!”

You are Shidou favorite toy and he can’t really let you go, meanwhile, your growing feelings for him make his teasing work even more! Will you be able to see behind the ever-smiling persona and discover his dark past? Or yours will remain just a playful banter?

Yoichi Isagi: Your childhood friend going down the path of the samurais. He always protected you and promised you he’ll always do. He works hard ‘till he becomes one of the best warriors under his lord Sae Itoshi, the same lord that now wants you all for himself. The last time you saw Yoichi he was just a small kid and now he is a young man, with brave eyes and a proud smile and Yoichi is smitten with you as much as you are with him. Too bad his lord doesn’t have nice intention and Yoichi knows he should be happy for his friend to go with such an honorable man like Sae, but Yoichi really can’t let you go with him, his crush of years ago resurfacing as strong as a waterfall. Will he always protect you from afar, or Yoichi will finally have you all for himself? Will he finally be able to pull you into his arms and kiss you silly with the sunset framing your faces like he always dreamt of?

Michael Kaiser: The eccentric merchant from an unknown land. You never know if he is trying to sell his merch or directly himself to you. You don’t know how his sellings can go that well, when he loses half of his time wooing you, but you have to admit that he must have some talent. Anyway, he talks too much

“Are all men from your land like you?”

“Do you mean handsome? Talented? Wonderful in the art of lovemak-“

“I meant annoying.”

“Oh. Well. No at any of those.”

Michael comes to your family restaurant as much as he can, flirting with you the entire time, always gifting you (and your relatives too! Damn buttlicker) fascinating objects from the various lands he visits. Will you fall for one of his many attempts? And will Michael be able to demonstrate that he is in fact as skilled as a merchant as he is in lovemaking?

Alexis Ness: The right-hand of his boss Michael Kaiser. His cute face attracts a lot of clients, both men and women and you fell for him like many others. Too bad he only has eyes for his boss and he thinks you have too. That’s how your rivalry starts, a rivalry that lives only in Alexis’ brain since you have zero to none interest in Michael. How can he not see that the sweets you made are exactly his favorite ones? Or that your eyes sparkle in that beautiful way only when you look at him? But what’s worse in Alexis’ mind is that he can’t think of his Michael as much as he used to, his mind is always full of ways to defeat you, and finally shout that he won and maybe kiss you, then pulling away the obi that tie your kimono and bed you and oh no; his mind is only filled with you after all. Will Alexis understand that it is not hatred the emotion that is eating him, but love? Or the impending war will destroy any chance you have?

[ellenripleysbelieveitornot]

What about an Akechi/Joker role swap AU where Akechi is still the detective prince and Joker is still the Shujin delinquent, but the major difference is that Morgana never lost his memories and found Akechi before he approached Shido with his metaverse assassination plot?

Like, imagine Akechi, bitter and jaded, who has just awakened Loki and felt the terrifying and thrilling rush of the berserk power. He's formed a plan to get back at his piece of shit father, even managed to set up a meeting, which he had to set up months in advance, and on the day he's going to present Shido with info on the metaverse, he winds up arriving a few minutes late, because even though he intended to be early, he was accosted by a talking cat (he's been in the metaverse, so he can hear him) on the way over, and in the whole wtf-ery of the moment, lost track of time. Shido, being Shido, refuses to see him and will not reschedule because he doesn't like having his time wasted.

Pissed off, Akechi leaves to find Morgana still waiting for him outside. So he doesn't look like an idiot yelling at a cat on the street, he brings Morgana back to his shitty apartment, where Morgana explains why he had found Akechi and whats up. He doesn't know about Yaldobaoth taking Igor's place, he just knows there's two champions, and Akechi was the one he found first, so he must be Igor's chosen champion. (It is my theory that it doesn't actually matter who was Igor's and Yaldobaoth's champions, it was more about the choices they each made and where they ended up.) 

Akechi has no interest in saving the world, but he knows that if he wants to get back at Shido, he needs to become someone of consequence, so he agrees to undergo Morgana's training, since Morgana clearly knows more about the metaverse than he does, and he can use it to solve cold cases, earning him a place as the Detective Prince. He changes a few hearts, to pacify Morgana, too. It takes a couple years, but during his senior year in high school, he makes it, earning himself the cooperation of the police and the spotlight of the public eye. He's getting so close to making Shido notice him that he can practically taste it. Also, what’s this ‘velvet room’ he keeps dreaming about?

Then Morgana finds Kamoshida’s palace and is like ‘heyo, you thought changing hearts in the metaverse was cool, check this shit out’ and Akechi is admittedly intrigued , so he takes a look. He sees the inside of Kamoshida’s heart and is appropriately disgusted and says to Morgana, ‘hey we should totally kill this guy’s shadow.’ Morgana’s like ‘why is your first suggestion always murder, we don’t know what would happen if we killed his shadow, Igor wasn’t very clear about that bit, we should try stealing the treasure instead’ and Morgana has been useful (and it’s been really nice to have the company these past two years, though he won’t admit that) so Akechi agrees ‘fine, we’ll steal the treasure, but if that doesn’t work, then I’m killing his shadow.’

And that’s when Ryuji and Ann make an appearance (’ohmigawd, goro, be more careful with that damn app, i s2g.’) Ryuji’s mom apparently thinks Akechi is pretty neat and watches all his interviews, so Ryuji knows who he is and is delighted to find out that the lame-ass detective his mom has talked about is actually a grumpy badass in the metaverse, with this shadow that has some kind of insane power, and hey, he helped them bring down Kamoshida (alive,) so maybe he is actually pretty cool, even though sometimes he spaces out and talks about evil twins and some longed-nose dude. He decides then and there that he’s going to be Akechi’s best friend, since he apparently has none, and Ann is all too happy to join in for the ride, and all of Goro’s protests have fallen on deaf ears, and they know about the whole detective prince thing being a facade, so he might as well indulge them for now. 

The ‘Phantom Thieves’ (a name that makes Goro want to roll his eyes whenever he hears it, and why is everyone calling him ‘leader?’) gain fame and change hearts, gaining new members such as this weird-ass artist dude who fights with ice, and oh, god, one Nijima is bad enough, don’t tell me there’s two! and she uses nukes, wtf?!

Around this time, he also meets Shujin’s delinquent, enigmatic transfer student whose talk of hope and justice never quite seem to reflect in his stormy grey eyes, and he and Goro are clearly birds of a feather in a way, he can tell, there’s just something about him, and he thinks this guy might actually be his best friend, but don’t tell Ryuji that, he’d never hear the end of it.

Akechi learns the truth behind Akira’s arrest and Shido’s involvement and he is disgusted to find that he genuinely wants to help this guy, and he can’t do that if Shido’s dead, maybe he doesn’t want his revenge as badly as he thought??? Oh, ew, I have feelings that aren’t anger and it’s all my friends’ fault, I can’t just leave them and go off to get revenge, they’d literally die without me, those lovable idiots. Also, when Ryuji saw his home, he pretty much insisted he stay with him instead, and Ryuji’s mom reminds him of the good times he had with his own mother, and he honestly doesn’t think he has the strength to disappoint her like that. So, he decides to change Shido’s heart, but he knows that there’s no way that this little group of miscreants is strong enough to take on the fucked up bullshit that he’s seen in Shido’s heart, so let’s hit pause on that for now.

Shido had Wakaba killed via completely non-supernatural ways and stole her research, same as before, so Futaba still has a palace. He found out Akira worked at Leblanc a while ago and started dropping by, and then somehow Ryuji found out about it, and now all the Phantom Thieves know, so much for a peaceful place to get away, but he actually doesn’t mind that much, and Akira lets Akechi keep an eye on the shop when there are no customers so he can go out and do errands and Boss doesn’t mind, so they’ve ended up hanging out there as a group from time to time and talking Phantom Thief business, so Futaba knows who they are, and asks for their help.

Okumura’s palace pretty much goes the same, Okumura dies somehow, are we responsible, why does murder actually make me feel kinda bad, stupid friends and their stupid good influence. 

Goro attends the Shujin student fair as guest speaker, whoa, the class president being friends with Akechi does have its perks, doesn’t it? Akira finds them all there together and approaches them, tells them he saw them go into the metaverse, awakened his own persona, and saw a guy in a black mask kill Okumura’s shadow, hey why don’t I join you, you probably need all the help you can get, who’s heart are we stealing next, how about Sae, she knows my probabtion officer and has been giving me hell, plus I already checked, she definitely has a palace.

They agree, and oh, hey, Akira can hear Morgana talk now, but WAIT A MINUTE?! Didn’t he hear Morgana talk before when he told Goro that Leblanc didn’t sell sushi, even though Goro hadn’t asked for any?

They hack Akira’s phone, learn that Shido (Akechi recognizes that voice) will have thugs waiting to capture them when they leave the palace. They plan around it, pull the metaverse switch and manage to sneak a heavily drugged Akechi out of the warehouse Shido stashed him in by traveling through the metaverse. Shido’s lackey’s have written a fake suicide letter from the leader of the Phantom thieves, and the chief of police, under Shido’s orders, delivers a statement confirming its authenticity, and look the plan succeeded. All they need to do know is take down Shido.

Things are going great, until they get to the engine room, where Joker, having realized what happened, is waiting for them. Joker, who lost everything after he transferred, who discovered the metaverse completely alone, who didn’t mean to kill that guy’s shadow, but he attacked him first, and Shido had somehow known, had been keeping an eye on him, had him convicted for a crime that he didn’t commit in the hopes that he would break because he needed an agent in the metaverse, and so far he’s had no luck. Joker, who had nothing left to lose and had accepted the only hand that had reached out for him.

They fight, and when it looks like things are going badly for Joker, he pulls out... a second persona?!?! At least, it looks like a persona, but something about it is off. it looks familiar somehow. And then Akira asks if they knew it was possible to fuse personas and Akechi realizes what he’s looking at. These aren’t the clean executions that Caroline and Justine perform, these are personas that have been ripped apart and haphazardly thrown back together with no thought to form or elegance, look, there’s a Yaksini’s arm, and that bit right there clearly used to belong to a Rangda, and I think that piece might have belonged to a Seiryu, and Akechi should stop listing personas now because Ann thinks she’s going to be sick.

They keep fighting. Joker can’t understand the difference in power between them. After all, aren’t they the same? Unloved, unwanted, soldiers pitted against each other by some bullshit higher power?

When Joker shoots the bulkhead door closed and Futaba reports that she’s lost Joker’s reading, Akechi vows then and there that he’s going to kill Shido after all. And he almost does. He stands there, with his gun pressed to the head of the shadow of his father, his friends can’t blame him, and even Morgana knows better than to try and stop him. But he doesn’t. He remembers Akira’s madness there at the end, and wonders what he would have become of him if it weren’t for Ryuji, who somewhere along the way, he’d realized he’d stopped tolerating and started actually liking. Ann, who shared his woes about being in the public eye and swapped tips with him about how to handle the press. Yusuke, who, although he was still completely bizarre to him, appreciated the beauty in life and didn’t tease Goro for his taste in Grandpa clothes. Makoto, who knew the importance of hard work and who, between herself and her sister, had caused Goro to pick up some healthier coping mechanisms. Futaba, who made fun of him for his food blog, but liked the same nerd bullshit that he did and would bombard him with memes until his day somehow became a little less shittier. Haru, who dreamed of starting her own business and actually cared about Goro’s opinions, and could threaten someone with a smile in a way that even Goro was jealous of. And Morganna, who had reminded him what it was like to not be lonely, and demanded more sushi than he could afford, but always made sure Goro ate his fill, instead of getting so focused on his work that he forgot.

Akechi guesses that he must have turned soft somewhere during the past several months, but after seeing what happened to Akira, he can’t help but be grateful, knowing with certainty that if things had turned out differently, that would have been him. Hey, Morgana, you know that world-saving bs you talked about two years ago? Let’s leave this piece of shit here to rot and focus our attention on that instead.

And you guys know the rest.

Or, at least, that’s how I thought it would go. Feel free to share your thoughts. :)

[marveloussupernerd]

For the Holiday Prompts, can you do #46 with Saeyoung and a f!MC? Thanks!

Aw yes!! I was hoping somebody would request this with him :)

Seven’s Jacket - 707

This is from my Christmas prompt list !

Prompt: “I’m cold. Can you give me your jacket?”

Warnings: spoilers for Seven’s real name (duh !)

Summary: Seven had planned out the perfect outdoor wintry date. However, he had forgotten to tell you to plan for the weather. Lots of fluff

“Babe!” Saeyoung whined, calling you from your shared bedroom. “Are you almost ready?”

He had been asking you for the past fifteen minutes. You had just started your makeup when he started complaining. It almost made you want to go even slower, but you were worried he actually had time-sensitive plans.

You fixed your hair one last time before heading out of the bathroom to meet up with him.

“Wow,” was all he could say. You were wearing a dress and tall boots. You’d probably pair it with a scarf because fashion. But that was all. “Wait... you look sexy as hell.”

You giggled, brushing his comments off, trying to ignore how giddy they made you felt. “Worth the wait?” You asked him teasingly.

He swooped in and wrapped his hands around your waist, pulling you close to him. “Well worth the wait. You look perfect.” He kissed your cheek. Then your nose. Then your lips. Then he was peppering kisses all over you.

You tried to push him off of you, but it was hard to be serious with how silly he was being. “Saeyoung! We have to get going.”

He finally released you from his grasp, grabbing a jacket then taking your hand to lead you out the door. He picked his favorite bright red babe car, opening the door for you and making sure you were all situated before shutting it and getting in the drivers side.

“What do you have planned for tonight? I’m super excited.” You questioned, buckled your seatbelt.

“Oh lots of fun things! But we’ll start with dinner.”

“I can’t know the whole itinerary now?” You pouted.

He simply chuckled and shook his head. “That would ruin the surprise! You do trust me, right?”

You giggled and leaned over to kiss his cheek. Of course you did.

The restraunt (JESUS CHRIST I CANT SPELL RESTAURANT) he took you to was... really fancy. Like table linens. Cloth napkins. Domes over food as they served it. “Sae... how did you-“

He shushed you, waving his hand to disregard your question. He gave the host your name and you were brought to your table. They offered to take your coats and everything. Seven pulled out your chair and scooted it in for you.

“Am I dressed well enough for this? This is probably the fanciest place I’ve been in my whole life. How did you get in here on Christmas Eve?” Your mind was racing. This seemed like the type of place Jumin would take someone for an expensive business deal, not a place fit for you and Seven.

“Well, I-“ he ran a hand through his hair. “This is my first real Christmas. I’ve got you and I’ve got Saeran and I feel like I can finally be happy and enjoy it. That’s all thanks to you. I wanted to show you how grateful I am.”

“That’s so sweet. I’m happy we can share this day with each other, and tomorrow with your brother.” You couldn’t hide the fondness you felt towards the two. “You both deserve it.” The waiter came to take your order. Seven really wanted to order for the both of you (he said it made him feel fancy) so you decided, eh, screw feminism, you’d let him.

“After seeing the waiter I finally feel underdressed,” Saeyoung commented. He was wearing a dark maroon sweater and black jeans. It looked really nice, and pretty dressed up for Seven. He had switched his glasses to a plain black pair and everything.

You glanced at the women in evening gowns. “Me too honestly. I think you look nice though.”

“I think you look stunning.” He winked dramatically at you.

The rest of the dinner was primarily the two of you basking in rich people food and you poking questions to try and figure out what Saeyoung had planned after dinner, but he wouldn’t budge. Your eyes about popped out of their sockets upon seeing the bill (and that was WITHOUT an appetizer or dessert), but Seven seemed unphased. Later you’d have to ‘reprimand’ him for spending so much money on you.

Finally you left, hand-in-hand. You walked to the car, but Saeyoung kept going. “Cmon. I’ve got more planned, remember?” He tugged your entwined hands a little to get you moving again.

“Where are we going? Am I allowed to know now?”

He sighed like it was the most dramatic thing on Earth. “Well, if you must, we’re going to the park.”

The park? You hadn’t even realized there was a park over here. Still, you were more than happy that he finally gave you an answer and kept walking.

There was a giant Christmas tree in the park. “Second biggest one I’ve ever seen,” he commented. “I wanted to show you it.”

“What’s the first?” You asked curiously.

“C&R. Who’s surprised.” Nobody was. Jumin’s father enjoyed the holidays quite a bit.

Suddenly, Saeyoung cupped your cheek, turning you to look up at him. His hands were slightly chilly. “That’s not the only reason I brought you here though.”

“Oh?” You asked, the air leaving your mouth turning to fog as you spoke. It was starting to get cold.

He let go of you and pointed behind you. It was a horse carriage, all decked out in holly! “For real!?” You turned to him, practically bouncing in excitement (and to keep warm).

“For real for real!” His eyes were lit up; it seemed he was just as excited as you. He led you to the carriage, giving you his hand to help you up, then grabbing yours as you pulled him up. The horse driver dude seemed to know what was up and started moving.

You wrapped your arms around Seven’s arm, nuzzling into his shoulder. “This is perfect.”

Tiny tiny snowflakes started to fall from the sky, melting as they hit the pavement. “Even more perfect,” he commented, kissing your cheek. His nose brushing against your face made you shiver involuntarily, which he took note of, chuckling.

“Did you just shiver?” He asked, pressing his cold nose all over your face to make you shriek.

“Yes! Saeyoung, I’m freezing cold. I did not dress for outdoor activities.” You pushed his head away from you, still cuddled up to his warm arm.

“Whose fault is that?”

“Yours for not telling me what we were doing! Baby please?” You whimpered, looking up at him with puppy dog eyes, scooting your legs closer to his to try and warm them up.

“Please what?”

“I’m cold. Can you give me your jacket? Pretty pretty please?” You were practically sitting on top of him to stay warm at this point. He chuckled, shaking his head at you, muttering something about how you were too cute, then took his jacket off. He placed it over your shoulders, rubbing his hands up and down your arms to try and warm you up.

“Thank you,” you sighed happily. “Much much better.”

“Yeah you’re telling me. It’s freezing!” He exclaimed. He paused. Then raised an eyebrow. Then asked the carriage to stop. Then bounded off, leaving you there confused. Within seconds he was back with two styrofoam cups.

“Hot chocolate!” He exclaimed, handing you both of them while he climbed back on. The warmth escaped the cups quickly, heating up your fingers to the point where you could finally get feeling back.

“How thoughtful.” You passed his cup back to him and then took a sip. The drink burnt your tongue to the point where you could hardly taste it, but you could feel the warmth going down your throat. It was so nice. You drank it in absolutely no time. He pulled your legs onto his lap to try and take in some of your warmth. Who knows how that went for him. He went to take his first drink, his glasses fogging up from the steam.

You gently took the glasses off his face, wiping the fog off on your shirt, then placing it back on him. “That’s not gonna w-“ his glasses fogged up again immediately. “Work,” he sighed. “That’s okay. I’m okay with being blind.”

You took the opportunity of his temporarily imparts vision and crawled onto his lap completely, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Guess Who?” You asked, whispering right above his ear. He shivered, some of his hot chocolate sloshing onto your dress.

“The only other person here?” He guessed sarcastically. “You made me spill my drink Babe.”

“I’m sorry.” All of a sudden the carriage stopped. “But if it helps, I think we’re done with our ride.”

Saeyoung wiped his glasses with his free hand while you clambered off his lap, jumping down from the carriage. You thanked the driver profusely, then linked arms with Seven again to go back to the car.

You were surprised when he didn’t start driving immediately. Instead, he locked the doors and then turned up the heat all the way, basking in the sauna. “You were cold, huh? I can give you your jacket back,” you offered, sliding a sleeve off.

“No! You look all cute and cozy in it. It’s okay.” He rubbed his hands together in front of the vent, glancing at you to give you a reassuring smile.

“So is that it? Are we calling it a night? Because I’m FREEZING!” You exclaimed, rubbing your hands together as well.

“We actually have one more thing on the list.”

“Oh?”

He grinned. “Go home and eat a whole roll of Nestle Tollhouse cookie dough with Saeran.”

Now that sounded like the perfect way to end the night. You buckled up your seatbelt, signaling you were all ready to go. “Can’t wait. But if I get a tummy ache from the cookie dough you’re gonna have to stay up and rub my tummy all night.”

He rolled his eyes. “As if I wouldn’t do that anyway. You ready to go Babe?”

“Super ready!”

“I wasn’t talking to you, I was talking to the car.”

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The Best Korean Dramas on Netflix to Watch Right Now

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South Korea is one of the world’s biggest exporters of popular culture. From K-pop to K-dramas, Parasite to BTS, the East Asian country knows how to reach an international audience. Korean TV, especially K-dramas, have long been of interest to western markets, but it’s no longer just the Korean diaspora or romance drama fans underserved by western markets checking out K-dramas, international watchers of Korean dramas have become much more “mainstream” in the last few years, especially with Netflix’s increased focus and investment in the region.

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Netflix has played a major role in this expansion of Korean TV into the global market. The streamer has not only scooped up an impressive backlog of Korean originals as a global distributor, but, since 2016, has been investing in the Korean TV industry at the production level. At the beginning of 2021, Netflix released an official statement announcing the leasing of two production facilities outside of Seoul, citing the move as “another important example of our continued commitment to investing in Korea’s creative ecosystem.” According to the release, from 2015 to 2020, Netflix invested over 700 million dollars in Korean content. The company also has multi-year content partnerships with CJ ENM/Studio Dragon and JTBC.

Suffice to say, Netflix has a solid Korean TV section, filled with some of the best K-dramas around, both new and old. If you’re new to the world of Korean TV or if you’re simply looking for your next watch, why not try out one of the following…

Crash Landing On You (2019)

The absolute top secret love story of a chaebol heiress who made an emergency landing in North Korea because of a paragliding accident and a North Korean special officer who falls in love with her and who is hiding and protecting her.

If you’re at all tapped into the K-drama scene, then you have at least heard of Crash Landing on You if not binged it multiple times. An original production from Netflix, Crash Landing On You pairs rom-com and character drama elements with an exploration of the cultural pain inherent in the separation between North and South Korea. With charismatic and vulnerable performances from veteran K-drama leads Son Ye-jin as South Korean heiress Yoon Se-ri and Hyun Bin as North Korean soldier Ri Jeong-hyeok; some gorgeous production values; and a memorably melodramatic soundtrack, Crash Landing On You is a whirlwind action-romance that was one of the best shows of 2020, full stop.

Kingdom (2019-present)

In a kingdom defeated by corruption and famine, a mysterious plague spreads to turn the infected into monsters. The crown prince, framed for treason and desperate to save his people, sets out on a journey to unveil what evil lurks in the dark.

If you prefer your TV more horror-driven, Korean TV has some notable shows for you. One of the most internationally popular is Kingdom, a historical zombie drama about a 17th century crown prince who has to fight against a mysterious plague of flesh-eating zombies that threatens to overtake his kingdom. Most K-dramas are structured to tell their entire story in one season, but Kingdom has already had two seasons with a third predicted to be on the way, as well as a one-off special that just premiered on Netflix called Kingdom: Ashin of the North. If you’re looking to get into a longer-running K-drama that favors horror over romance, this could be the one for you.

Squid Game (2021)

45.6 billion won. 456 contestants stake their lives on childhood games.

Unless you’ve been living under a rock, you’ve probably already heard of Squid Game, which is on track to become Netflix’s most popular series ever. The Korean social thriller tells the story of a group of 456 desperate contestants who agree to compete in a deadly competition for the chance to win the kind of money that could change their lives forever. Socially relevant and compulsively watchable, Squid Game takes a familiar premise and makes it new again with compelling characters, exquisite visual style, and cultural specificity.

Hometown Cha Cha Cha (2021)

When things go awry in the city, a dentist decides to go back to her quiet seaside hometown for a fresh start. There, she finds herself at odds with the village go-to handyman who’s always up to help and fix what’s broken—perhaps even matters of the heart.

If you’re looking for something a little chiller after the horrors of Squid Game, try Hometown Cha Cha Cha, which is basically a Hallmark Christmas movie in series form (which is to say a cozy romance). The series, which is currently “airing” weekly on Netflix, sees a big city dentist named Hye-jin decide to open an office in the small seaside town of Gongjin, where she once visited with her family as a child. It all happens on a bit of a whim, with Hye-jin not fully prepared for the transition to rural life in a town where everyone knows everyone’s business. Enter Du-sik, the town’s darling jack-of-all-trades, who helps the townspeople by doing any and every job they might need. The two couldn’t be more different, but fate seems to have brought them together. You probably have an idea of what happens next…

When the Camellia Blooms (2019)

Dong-baek (Kong Hyo-jin) is the owner of a small-town bar called Camellia. Her ordinary life turns topsy-turvy when three men enter her life — a good guy, a bad guy, and a miserly guy. What kind of stories will unfold in this sleepy town full of colorful characters? 

If you’re looking for another K-drama set outside of Seoul, When the Camellia Blooms is the story of a single mom Dong-baek, who moves to the fictional town of Ongsan where she opens a bar called Camellia. When local police officer Yong-sik declares his love for Dong-baek, she is initially not interested, but the two become closer the more time they spend together. Thrown in a solid supporting cast and a serial killer subplot and you’ve got yourself one of the most popular K-dramas in recent years.

It’s Okay to Not Be Okay (2020)

Desperate to escape from his emotional baggage and the heavy responsibility he’s had all his life, a psychiatric ward worker begins to heal with help from the unexpected—a woman who writes fairy tales but doesn’t believe in them.

There’s still a taboo around addressing mental illness in Korea, which is one of the many reasons why this 2020 drama about Gang-tae, a young man who is a caregiver at a psychiatric hospital, and Moon-young, a children’s author living with antisocial personality disorder, made such a splash. While the romance at its center is great, It’s Okay to Not Be Okay really shines in its exploration of Gang-tae’s relationship with his brother, Sang-tae, who is on the autism spectrum. In a press conference promoting the show (via Metro Style), Sang-tae actor Oh Jung-se said of the character: “If you meet someone like Sang-tae, who is on the autism spectrum, on the street, I think it would be nice if people could think ‘I would like to be with that person’ instead of ‘I would like to help that person.’”

Boys Over Flowers (2009)

Unassuming high school girl Jan-di stands up to — and eventually falls for — a spoiled rich kid who belongs to the school’s most powerful clique.

A K-drama classic, Boys Over Flowers follows working class student Geum Jan-di as she arrives at the elite Shinhwa High School on scholarship, only to meet and be unimpressed by a group of privileged boys known collectively as F4 who rule the school. The drama follows Jan-di as she goes from bullying target of F4 leader Jun-pyo to the object of his obsession. It’s a classic enemies-to-lovers set-up, and one that while cliche, is still worth a watch over a decade later, especially if you’re interested in checking out one of the most iconic K-dramas of all time.

Itaewon Class (2020)

On the vibrant streets of Itaewon, something is about to shake up the local food scene. Going up against the most powerful conglomerate in the industry, underdog Park Sae-ro-yi and his band of determined misfits seek to take over Itaewon and turn their ambitious dreams into reality.

Korean TV knows how to melodrama, and this story of revenge and romance set in Seoul’s popular Itaewon area leans into intense catharsis. Itaewon Class follows Park Sae-Ro-Yi, the owner of an up-and-coming Itaewon restaurant called DanBam that becomes a refuge for a group of social outcasts. Together, they work to take down the same business mogul responsible for the death of Sae-Ro-Yi’s father years earlier. Itaewon Class was extremely popular both in South Korea and internationally, and featured the first transgender character in a mainstream K-drama. Added bonus: the Itaewon Class soundtrack includes an original song from BTS’ V.

Mr Sunshine (2018)

In 1905, a Korean American U.S. marine officer returns to his homeland on a diplomatic assignment. Coping with his painful past in Korea as an orphaned servant boy, he finds himself in a complicated relationship with an aristocrat’s daughter.

If you’re into historically-driven period drama, then check out the beautifully-shot Mr. Sunshine. The K-drama is set in the late 19th and early 20th century in Hanseong, the city that would become Seoul and follows activists fighting for Korea’s independence. The story follows Go Ae-shin, an orphaned noblewoman who trains to be a sniper in the Righteous Army, the civilian militia that fought against the occupying Japanese forces, and Eugene Choi, a man who escaped slavery in Korea to become a U.S. marine, only to return to his homeland where he falls in love with Ae-shin. The series uses real-life history, including Shinmiyangyo, the Spanish-American War, the assassination of Empress Myeongseong, the Russo-Japanese War, Gojong’s forced abdication, and the Battle of Namdaemun as a backdrop for its epic story.

Signal (2016)

A cold-case profiler in 2015 and a detective in 1989 work together to solve a series of related murders spanning three decades using a special walkie-talkie to communicate with each other.

This premise has been used a lot—from 2000 Dennis Quaid/Jim Caviezel thriller Frequency to the 2016 CW TV adaptation of the same name—and for good reason. An analog device allows two people to communicate across time, and they must work to solve a murder together. It not only makes for compelling character drama, as two people become closer but are separated by years, but also is a fresh twist on the serial killer narrative. In K-drama Signal, the analog device is a walkie-talkie, and the characters on either temporal side of it are contemporary criminal profiler Park Hae-young and 1989-based Detective Cha Soo-hyun. If you’re looking for a good crime thriller, Signal could be it.

Hospital Playlist (2020-present)

Friends since undergrad school, five doctors remain close and share a love for music while working at the same hospital.

Like Kingdom, Hospital Playlist is the rare K-drama that tells its story across multiple seasons. The hospital drama just finished airing its second season weekly on Netflix, continuing its story about a group of doctors in their 40s who have been best friends since medical school. A true ensemble drama, Hospital Playlist is perfect for fans of Grey’s Anatomy but feels unique in its centering of a friend-group with a such a long history.

Vincenzo (2021)

Bringing his mafia past back with him to South Korea, Song Joong-ki stars as notorious Italian lawyer Vincenzo who isn’t afraid to lend his bloodstained hands to beat the untouchable conglomerates in their own game.

If you just watched the dramatic opening of Vincenzo, set in Italy days after the death of a mafia boss, you might think you’re in for a self-serious organized crime drama. But the Netflix K-drama quickly shifts into a story much more tonally complex. Part romance, part drama, part action thriller, Vincenzo has something for everyone. It follows Vincenzo (Space Sweepers‘ Song Joong-ki), a Korean lawyer raised by an Italian mafia family who must flee the country following his father’s death. As part of his plan of escape, Vincenzo travels to Korea to recover a stash of hidden gold under an old apartment building set for demolition by a corrupt corporation called the Babel Group. Because of this dilemma, Vincenzo becomes unlikely allies with the group of eccentric citizens who live in the building, as well as with a passionate and moral lawyer who has a vendetta against the Babel Group for his own reasons.

The “Reply” Series (2012-2016)

Take a nostalgic trip back to the late 1980s through the lives of five families and their five teenage kids living in a small neighborhood in Seoul.

The Reply series is one of the most popular cable dramas in Korean TV history. It launched in 2012 with Reply 1997 before continuing with Reply 1994 in 2013 and Reply 1988 in 2015. The ambitiously-structured series follows a group of friends and their kids, telling the story in present-day in addition to flashbacks. Featuring a fun soundtrack, as well as some incredibly performances, the Reply series is well worth a watch for anyone who loves character drama with a nostalgic twist.

Prison Playbook (2017)

With only days before his major league baseball debut, pitcher Kim Je-hyeok unexpectedly lands himself behind bars. He must learn to navigate his new world with its own rules if he wants to survive.

Prison Playbook is much more slow-paced than many of the selections on the list, but this character drama is worth the dedication. Though it’s often touted as a “black comedy,” it’s much more tonally light than that suggests, despite the subject matter. The story follows baseball pitcher Kim Je Hyeok, who is incarcerated days before his major league debut for assaulting the attempted rapist of his sister. It follows his life within prison, along with the lives of some of the other inmates and guards, including his old best friend, Lt. Lee Joon Ho, who is a correctors officer. Created by Lee Woo-jung, who also made the aforementioned Reply series, Prison Playbook is one of the most popular K-dramas in Korean cable history ever.

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Sweet Home (2020)

As humans turn into savage monsters, one troubled teenager and his neighbors fight to survive and to hold onto their humanity.

It’s been well-documented that Song Kang is a K-drama darling. The actor has appeared in many a romantic K-drama, including Netflix’s Nevertheless and Love Alarm. Sweet Home, however, is his rare horror appearance, and it’s well worth a watch just to see Song in a completely different context. Of course, this apocalyptic horror story has other qualities too, and holds the honor of being the first Korean series to enter the U.S. Netflix Top Ten. Based on a Naver (aka Korean Google) webcomic of the same name, Sweet Home follows Cha Hyun-soo (Song), a high school student who moves into an apartment building after the deaths of his parents, only to discover that the building also happens to be the home of a species of monsters set on world domination.

Nevertheless (2021)

Like a butterfly hopelessly attracted to a flower, this art student can’t seem to resist the mysterious young man who captures her attention. But the more they get romantically involved, the sooner she will have to decide—will getting close be worth it, when he doesn’t believe in relationships?

Speaking of Song Kang… Nevertheless is the latest K-drama to star the 27-year-old actor. The romantic drama stars Han So-hee as Yoo Na-bi, university art student who no longer believes in love following discovering her boyfriend has been cheating on her. When she meets Song’s Park Jae-eon, she is immediately intrigued. Though the two share an immediate attraction, they resist entering into a relationship due to their respective uncertainties about love. Based on a popular webcomic of the same name, Nevertheless feels unique in its treatment of modern dating life in Korea, depicting some of the more realistic, often internal struggles of what its like to date in your 20s.

My Mister (2018)

In a world that is less than kind, a young woman and a middle-aged man develop a sense of kinship as they find warmth and comfort in one another.

If you’re in the mood to cry, try My Mister, a drama about a financially-disadvantaged young woman just trying to stay afloat as she takes care of her sick grandmother amid mounting debt and a much more financially-privileged middle-aged man who is also being crushed by the weight of his life. The two work together, and form a (mostly) platonic relationship that helps both of them heal. Understated and deeply emotional at the same time, My Mister will subvert so many K-drama expectations in clever ways.

Memories of the Alhambra (2018)

While looking for the cryptic creator of an innovative augmented-reality game, an investment firm executive meets a woman who runs a hostel in Spain.

If you’re looking for another K-drama starring Crash Landing on You‘s Hyun Bin (and of course you are), then look no further than Memories of the Alhambra, a 2018 K-drama with an absolutely batshit (read: amazing) premise. Hyun stars as Yoo Jin-woo, a CEO who travels to Spain in search of the creator of an AR game set in the Spanish medieval fortress Alhambra. Once there, Jin-woo is pulled into a reality-bending mystery with life-or-death stakes and some unpredictable twists that I don’t want to spoil for you.

Romance is a Bonus Book (2019)

A gifted writer who’s the youngest editor-in-chief ever at his publishing company gets enmeshed in the life of a former copywriter desperate for a job.

Ostensibly based on the TV series Younger, Romance is a Bonus Book is a rom-com set in the publishing industry world. It follows single mom Kang Dan Yi as she struggles to reenter the workforce following her divorce. When he lies about her background to get a job, her life becomes tangled up with childhood friend and publishing phenom Cha Eun Ho.

I began watching this series to see how it compared to the U.S. version of the show, of which I am a fan. Honestly, these two series have only the most superficial details of their plots in common, which is par for the course in many adaptations. Romance is a Bonus Book is much more romance-centric than Younger, which balances the love life of its central protagonist with the many other relationships and concerns she has in her life. But that isn’t a bad thing. They are two very different shows with their own interests and strengths, but if you’re a fan of both rom-coms and the publishing industry, then both Romance is a Bonus Book and Younger are worth a watch.

Black (2017)

A man possessed by death. A woman who can see death. The earthly and the afterworld collide dangerously.

One character is possessed by the Grim Reaper. The other can see deadly spirits. Only Korean can turn this premise into a heartbreaking romance, as the two work together to save people marked for death. If you’re looking for a spooky season watch, you can’t go wrong with Black, which is a delightful (and, honestly, pretty complex) hodgepodge of Korean horror all wrapped up in a rom-com package.

What is your favorite K-drama on Netflix? And what upcoming Netflix K-dramas are you most looking forward to? Let us know in the comments below?

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This can be normal or au au: Nico coming home from the NICU on Christmas day, a little present to everyone. And so everyone (stubborn siblings included) are just fawning over her, but mommy Sana is being very protective. Finally, in a quiet moment when Sana has snuck off to nurse Nico, one of the other adults (you pick) comes to talk to Sana and remind her that it's okay to breathe because Nico is safe and they are out of the woods. 🦄

The day Nico came home was like a fresh start for the entire Myoui-Chou family. There was so much leading up to it, so much stress and anxiety, but now that she was cleared to come home, everyone was much better off. She ends up getting to come home a few days early, as she is doing much better than the doctors predicted. This excites all of them because they didn't think Nico would be home for Christmas. She got out of the hospital on December 24th, and Mina Sana and Tzuyu had to stop their older kids from coming since Tzuyu’s parents were already with them. They knew they wanted to be there too, but they didn’t want to crowd the hospital or Nico too much. Plus there wasn’t room in the car. It was already a tight fit, and they couldn’t fit anyone else in the car. 

Instead, the kids plan a little surprise party for their baby sister. “Do we have to do this?” Saya whined as she put up a banner at Sai’s demand. 

“Yes. You know how long they have been anticipating Nico coming home.” Sai rolled her eyes. “Come on, I know you're excited too.” “I am not.” Saya pouted. “Then why did you have today circled on your desk calendar?” Saki asked, also helping to hang a banner. 

“Because it’s Christmas eve.” “You didn’t have tomorrow circled. You never circle anything except for Yujin’s birthday.” Saki pointed out.

“I- wait how do you know that? Were you in my room?!” Saya asked, stopping what she was doing.

“I was just grabbing a shirt.” Saki put tape down. “Don’t be such a baby.”

“You know what-”

“Baby alphas no fighting.” Sai interrupted them. “How is it going Sae?” Sae was making food for them all. Saki had been helping her before moving to help with the banner. 

“Okay.” Sae nodded. “Taste this.” Sae put the spoon in Sai’s mouth. “It’s- what is this?” Sai asked.

“Miyeok-Guk.” Sae answered. “It’s for mom. Ka-san and Mama have been making her eat a ton of it since Nico was born, but it is supposed to be good for postpartum.” “Oh, that explains it. I don’t like Miyeok-Guk.” Sai sighed.

“I know.” Sae laughed. “That’s why I made you eat it.” “You're making real food too right?” Sai sighed. “Of course.” Sae giggled. “I’m making some Xiao Long Bao and Rou Si Chao Mian.” “Chinese food?” “I let Saki pick the food.” Sae giggled. “Plus we are having Japanese food tonight for dinner so I thought we should surprise Nainai and Yeye. I just hope they think it’s good.” “You're one of their favorites so I think it will be okay.” 

“One of?” “Well I mean it’s clear Saki is their favorite, she speaks Chinese the best.” Sai giggled, taking a piece of carrot and eating it. “That’s true.” Sae nodded.

“I’m who’s favorite?” Saki asked, walking over to help Sae again after setting up the banner. “Nainai and Yeye,” Sai answered.

“Oh yeah, I’m their favorite. But Chinese isn’t really that hard, you guys could learn it.” Saki giggled. “Eh, too much work.” Sai shrugged. “Anyway, they will be home in five minutes.” “Okay, everything is pretty much done.” Sae nodded. “Saki if you want to help me set everything out that would be nice.” “Sure.” “I’ll help too.” Sai offered. “Saya grab a plate.” “But I don’t want to-”

“No buts.” Sai nodded. “Your Nico’s big sister too.” “Well, I don’t like it.” “Too bad.” Sai rolled her eyes. Once everything was set out, the four of them waited on the couch until they heard the garage. Their mama was the first one to come in, carrying a baby bag. She smiled when she saw what the girls had set up. “Where’s Nico?” “Your mom has her.” Tzuyu giggled, putting the baby bag on the table. “They should be here in a second. Your Yeye and Nainai are bringing in some gifts from your Aunts. This was sweet.” “Thank you. It was all Sai.” Saki laughed. 

“Thanks, Sai.” Tzuyu smiled. “We’re happy you guys are so excited.” “I’m-”

“Shut up and admit your excitement, Saya.” Sai interrupted her sister. 

“Fine.” Saya pouted. “I’m excited I guess.” “There it is.” Sai smiled. “That wasn’t so bad was it?” “I hate you so much.” xx 

Sana and Mina were pleasantly surprised at the party. Nico was asleep for most of it, but the adults all celebrated. She was passed around a bit, but she only really was comfortable with Sana. Sana insisted on holding her for most of the party, and until she had to leave to feed her she didn't let anyone take Nico for more than a few seconds. Mina was acutely aware of this the entire time, and when Sana left to fed Nico upstairs she followed.

“Hey, baby.” Mina shut the door to Nico’s nursery behind her. Sana looked up at the sound of her voice, looking up from where she was nursing her daughter. “Hi,” Sana muttered quietly. 

“You seemed a little off.” Mina sat next to Sana, wrapping an arm around her.

“I’m not off. I’m happy. Nico is finally home.” Sana rocked back a little bit, trying to not jostle Nico.

“Babe… We've been married for almost eighteen years. I know when you're off.” Mina nodded. “What is it?” “I’m just- I was so worried about her. And scared. And I don’t want to let her go cause I’m afraid she will be gone again if we aren’t careful enough.” Sana admitted, not looking Mina in the eyes. Mina sighed, grabbing Sana’s chin and making her look her in the eyes. 

“I know it was scary. And it’s almost hard to believe Nico is here now and healthy and okay. But she is, she’s here and she’s okay.” Mina smiled at Sana. “I know this was all a lot, but it’s okay. She’s okay. We’re okay.” “Everyones okay?” “Everyone is okay,” Mina confirmed, pulling Sana in for a kiss. “You have done so well. We’re all really proud of you.” “I love you Mitang.” “I love you too.”

[yusuke-of-valla]

like rats fleeing a sinking ship, pt. 9

Whumptober Day 20: Toto I have a feeling we’re not in Kansas anymore

Prompt: Lost

TW: Panic attacks

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AO3

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The first thing Futaba realizes when she drifts into consciousness is how cold she is.

“Sojiro, did you forget to pay the heating bill?” Futaba asks, reaching out to pull her blanket tighter. 

Instead of her comforter, she smacks her hand against old rotting wood. Futaba’s eyes snap open, and she realizes she’s not in her room.

It all comes back to her.

The announcement, the crash, Sojiro.

Futaba must have passed out against this tree while hiding from the search party. 

Futaba starts breathing heavily. She has no idea where she is, she has not idea where she’s supposed to go, she’s in the woods alone and covered in scrapes and bruises and she is so, so  hungry.

Tears in her eyes, Futaba tries to go through the breathing exercises Makoto taught her. It takes a few tries to get her breath to stop hitching and everything to even out, but eventually Futaba manages to calm herself down. She pokes her head out above the tree. There’s no signs of people, and she’s about to try and get up, when a twig snaps behind her. 

If she were Oracle, this wouldn’t be a problem. Nothing would be able to hide from her. But she isn’t Oracle right now, she’s just Futaba and all she has are her instincts screaming at her to get out of here.

Futaba scrambles over the log, just as she hears shouting behind her.

“Hey, wait up!”

Futaba pumps her legs even harder. She remembers a game like this where the character was being chased by a monster and zigzagged through the woods to get it off his trail, so that’s what she does.

Futaba moves back and forth, thoroughly confusing herself and thus hopefully confusing her pursuer as well.

Suddenly she trips over a rock and tumbles into a bush. Bites her cheek to keep from crying out and presses herself as close to the ground as possible, hoping the mud in her hair and jacket will work as camouflage.

She holds her breath when she hears the footsteps getting nearer, and doesn’t let it out until they’ve faded away completely. Futaba gives it a few more minutes to be sure that her pursuers are gone, then gets up and starts in the opposite direction.

She walks for… well it feels like an hour but it’s probably closer to fifteen minutes, shivering when something rustles in the bushes beside her.

Futaba only has time to grab a large stick before the thing in the bushes jumps out. Her intention is to bat it away with the stick, but Futaba just falls over.

She sits up to see a white shiba inu staring at her.

“G-get away!” Futaba says, swinging the stick. To her surprise, the dog listens sitting back. The dog actually looks kinda concerned. 

They stare at each other for a while, before Futaba slowly lowers her stick. “You don’t work for the police do you?”

The dog shakes his head, and looks at the stick, as if asking permission to come closer.

“Well, ok if you’re not gonna make any noise, I guess you can come over,” Futaba says, putting the stick down. The dog approaches her slowly, and starts to lick her face. “Ah, don’t do that I’m dirty. You’ll get sick,” Futaba says, gingerly petting him. 

Oh wow, this dog is soft and warm. Futaba moves closer to scratch him under the chin.

“It’s nice to meet you.” Futaba says, relaxing a bit.

“Koromaru?” A voice calls. Futaba stops petting the dog and grabs her stick, turning around to point it at the newcomer. The boy doesn’t look that much older than her.

“Oh, you’re Sakura-san right?”

“No,” Futaba says, thinking quickly. “I was… camping! With my parents, but I got lost.”

The boy smiles. “No, you don’t have to lie. It’s fine, I know you’re a Phantom Thief.”

“What’s a Phantom Thief?” Futaba says. “My parents and I have been camping out here for a long time so we’ve missed a lot of news.”

“Seriously, it’s fine. I promise I’m not going to turn you in. Koromaru seems to like you, and he’d never forgive me if I let that happen,” the boy says, throwing a look at the dog, who is by Futaba’s leg.

“You can say that, but how can I trust you?” Futaba asks, looking for an opening to make a break for it. This boy doesn’t look much older than her, but he’s certainly taller than her and would probably catch her if she ran.

“Ok how about this.” The boy takes out a gun, and Futaba stumbles backwards. Instead of pointing it at her, though he points it towards his own head and pulls the trigger. 

Instead of blood, blue light fills the woods and Futaba stares up at what is undoubtedly a Persona.

“H-how are you doing that in the real world?” Futaba gasps, barely registering the stick falling out of her hands.

The boy grins. “I’ve had a lot of practice. Look, my name’s Ken Amada, and my friends and I are all Persona users like you, and we want to help.”

Futaba gathers herself. “Just because you have a Persona doesn’t automatically mean you’re trustworthy.”

Amada’s smile drops. “I guess not. But, I promise we want to help. We investigate things related to Shadows and Personas but Shido’s been getting in our way for over a year now. We’re on the same side.”

Maybe it’s the exhaustion, but something in Futaba tells her she can trust him, almost as if the sight of another Persona has stirred Prometheus within her.

“And who are you and you’re friends?” Futaba asks.

“We’re called the Shadow Operatives.”

That name rings a bell, and Futaba remembers seeing them mentioned in her research into Cognitive Psience and when they hacked Sae’s computer.

“Ok.” Futaba says. “I-I’ll go with you. B-but if you try anything, I won’t hold back! I am a Phantom Thief, and you don’t want to be my enemy.” To prove her point, Futaba picks up her stick again.

Futaba follows Amada and Koromaru until they arrive at a car by the road. Amada waves to the driver then opens the door for Futaba to get in. She does so, and Koromaru sits on her lap. Amada makes a call, and soon three other people arrive. 

A gorgeous woman with voluminous red hair gets into the back with her, followed by Amada. A stern looking man in a suit gets into the front, and soon they’re on the road.

“You don’t have to be nervous,” the man in the front says, looking at her in the rearview mirror. “I’m Detective Kurosawa. Sojiro called me for help after you left Tokyo.”

“Oh, really?” Futaba asks, still gripping her stick. She’s getting wood and dirt all over this fancy car, but she doesn’t care.

Kurosawa nods. “I used to work with him, and your mother.”

Futaba’s eyes widen. “Seriously? You know my mom?”

“Yes, you’re a lot like her,” Kurosawa says. Futaba blushes, and turns to the woman in the back seat with her.

“And you are?”

The woman smiles, and reaches out her hand. “My name is Mitsuru Kirijo,” she says as Futaba shakes her hand. “Ken has already told you about the Shadow Operatives, no?” the woman asks.

“Yeah.”

“We’re an organization that looks into threats from shadow activity. As I’m sure you can guess, that means we get involved a lot with Cognitive Psience, and we were following your mother’s work before she passed away.” Kirijo offers Futaba a sad smile, but Futaba waves her off. “Our group has been trying to look into the mental shutdown incidents for a long time now, but at every level we’ve been blocked by Masayoshi Shido. We know you aren’t involved with them because the Phantom Thieves only recently became active, so we were hoping you would be able to help.”

“What do you want my help for?” Futaba asks.

“We’d like you to tell us everything you know about the mental shutdowns and Shido.” 

Futaba looks between Kirijo, Amada, and Koromaru in her lap. “Fine.”

She tells them about her mother, about how the Phantom Thieves helped her, about Shido and Akechi and how they were set up. When she finishes, Kirijo has a serious expression on her face, and Amada looks like he wants march into the Diet building and smack Shido himself.

“We’re here.” Kurosawa announces as they pull up next to a fancy looking building.

Kirijo leads Futaba into the building, nodding at the receptionist, and finally they arrive in what looks like a living area.

“You’ve been through a lot, Sakura. Why don’t you get some rest,” Kirijo says. Futaba wants to argue, insist she’s fine but even she can feel how sluggish she is. The last time she slept in two days was in the woods in the freezing cold, and the adrenaline that had been keeping her going for the last few hours is starting to wear off. Futaba finds a guest room, kicks off her boots and passes out before her head even touches the pillow.

-_-_-

“... been asleep for how long?”

“Can you blame her, she’s exhausted. The doctor said she should wake up soon.”

Futaba opens her eyes and sees two people talking just outside the open door to her room. One’s a man with a cross necklace, and the other is…

“Excuse me, are you Yukari Takeba?” Futaba blurts out. The two people turn in surprise, then the man laughs.

“Let me guess, you’re a fan of Featherman?” he asks.

“Obviously.”

The Yukari Takeba elbows the man, then turns to Futaba. “Yes, I’m Yukari Takeba, and this is Junpei Iori. Are you feeling alright? You’ve been asleep for three days.”

“That’s not really weird for me,” Futaba says, throwing off the covers. Her discarded jacket and boots have been cleaned, though the clothes she fell asleep in are still pristine. Her stick is also propped up next to her boots, and that makes Futaba happier than she would have expected.

“Go get yourself cleaned off, and then you can meet us in the meeting area.” Iori says.

“I will, thanks.”

Futaba has what is probably the best shower in her entire life, and puts on the clothes that have been laid out for her. The blouse is a bit nicer than Futaba is used to and she has to roll up the pants, but they’re comfortable and smell nice so she walks into the meeting room feeling confident and refreshed.

When she gets there, she sees the Shadow Operatives she’s already met, along with a woman with light blue hair, a blonde woman who Futaba quickly realizes is actually a robot, and a man with silver hair.

“Futaba, you’re just in time!” Iori says when he sees her enter. “You’ve already met pretty much everyone here, but this is Aigis, Akihiko Sanada, and Dr. Fuuka Yamagishi.”

The blue haired woman smiles. “I’m not quite a doctor yet, I still need to finish my dissertation.”

“Eh, you’re practically there already,” Iori says.

“I-It’s nice to meet you all.” Unfortunately, no amount of showering is going to help her when she knows everyone in the room is staring at her, but Futaba tries to keep her calm. “So, you guys said we might be able to help each other?”

“That’s right.” Kirijo says, standing up.

“Well then, can you help me figure out what happened to Sojiro?” Futaba asks. “H-he’s probably worried about me.”

Yukari Fucking Takeba’s face falls. “Sojiro Sakura has been arrested.”

Futaba pales. “What are they doing to him?” She remembers going to see Akira after his little stint in a police station. He’d been asleep and Morgana had warned her not to wake him, but even from the other side of the attic, Futaba could tell he’d been absolutely riddled with bruises and his breathing sounded labored.

And that was after less than a day. Who knew what they were doing to Sojiro, all because he decided to help her. He’d warned them. He’d suspected Shido and didn’t tell her because he thought they’d go after him and get themselves killed and now it’s actually Sojiro who’s going to end up dead.

“Futaba!” A voice pierces through her thoughts. Futaba blinks and realizes Iori is kneeling next to her. “Just breathe ok. In and out.”

Futaba follows his instructions and lets herself be guided to the couch. The blonde robot woman— Aigis? It was Aigis, right?— offers her a glass of water that Futaba takes.

“Listen, Sojiro’s going to be fine.” Iori says.

“We know that there’s plans for him to go on trial, there’s going to be an announcement tonight,” Aigis says.

“It’ll be public, I doubt they’ll do too much to him before then,” Kirijo says.

“But after that, they’ll throw him in prison,” Futaba says. “Or make him disappear or-”

“We won’t let that happen,” Kirijo says. “We will do everything in our power to make sure your father is alright. You have my word.”

Futaba drinks her glass of water and doesn’t say anything.

“We need to change Shido’s heart.,” Futaba says. “Then he’ll admit to everything and our names will be cleared.”

“What would you need to do that?” Sanada asks.

“Ok, well then we need to get back to Tokyo and find my friends,” Futaba says.

Kirijo frowns. “That will be difficult. Apparently the police force is watching all the entry points into Tokyo, and we’ve all been blacklisted.”

“There has to be something .” Futaba insists.

“Actually. I have an idea,” Yamagishi says, quietly. All eyes in the room turn to her. “Sakura-chan, your Persona is suited towards navigation, right?”

Futaba blinks. “Yeah, why?”

“Mine is too, and navigators get stronger when they use their abilities in tandem. There’s a device we can use to amplify the power of support personas. If we used that, and had Mitsuru and Rise to help, we might be able to generate enough of a range to reach Tokyo. It wouldn’t be amazing but at least you could talk to your friends or maybe keep track of enemy weaknesses.”

“Wouldn’t we still need access to that… uh Metaverse you told us about?” Sanada asks.

“I can do that,” Futaba says. “I-” she reaches into her pocket, and then remembers she lost her phone. “Ok… Uh, I’ll need a laptop or something. I have backdoors into all of my friend’s phones. And Akechi’s, I guess. I can hack into their phones and copy it off of one theirs, and then we can boot up the app and run it here.”

Sanada and Kirijo share a look. “Think it’ll work?” Sanada asks.

“It’s possible,” Mitsuru says. “It would be rather draining but-”

“We have to try .” Futaba insists. “Please, Sojiro-”

“We understand,” The Actual Yukari Takeba says. “We’ll help you in any way we can.”

The Shadow Ops continue the conversation and say a few things, Futaba doesn’t pay attention to. She looks around the room for a laptop or something to get on line.

They insist Futaba eat food and rest a bit before letting her at a computer. It’s simple enough to hack into Akechi’s phone through the backdoor she left earlier and download the MetaNav onto the computer. 

What’s less fun is the official announcement that night that Sae’s been arrested too and would stand trial with Sojiro. 

Futaba doesn’t sleep that night. She sits up and wonders what the hell could have happened if Sae’s been caught. And where Makoto is, until finally she’s had enough of being in her own head.

Instead Futaba hacks into the Shadow Operatives files, and gets as much dirt on them as she can. She finds the schematics for the amplifier Yamagishi was talking about and starts taking notes.

The next morning, Futaba goes to the living area and sees Yukari “Feather Pink Herself” Takeba.

“Do you know where Mitsuru is? I’ve been looking through the schematics on the amplifier and I think I’ve figured out some ways to make it stronger.”

“Did you sleep at all?”

“Nah, but it’s fine.” Futaba says. While she’s here, she might as well get something to drink. She wants coffee, but that makes her think about Sojiro too much, so she grabs a hot chocolate packet and some marshmallows out of the counter.

Yukari Takeba, Seriously It’s Really Her, sits down on the counter across the table. “Is it alright if I call you Futaba-chan?”

Futaba nearly chokes on the marshmallows she’d been stuffing into her mouth. “I mean, yeah sure, if you want. That’d be cool.”

“Listen, Futaba-chan,” Yukari “Holy Shit She’s Using My Name” Takeba says. “I know you’re worried about your friends, but you can’t spread yourself too thin. You’re just doing yourself a disservice by wearing yourself out.”

“I did everyone a disservice by running away,” Futaba mutters.

“You’re not, though. You’re safe, and I’m sure your friends would be happy to know that at least. And we will get you out of this mess.”

“Yeah, you need our help or whatever and-”

“We also wanted to make sure as many of you were as ok as we possibly could. You’re kids-”

“Are you saying we can’t handle this?” Futaba snaps.

“Not at all. I’d be a hypocrite if I did too, considering what we got up to at your age. But that means you still deserve to feel safe and not have to watch your backs, especially since you were almost certainly innocent. I’m sorry you feel like you have to push yourself this much, but let me tell you, you don’t. Things will be fine, better even, if you let yourself relax and recover.”

Futaba stares at her drink, then back at Takeba. Then she feels the tears start.

“I just… I can barely do anything, and-”

Futaba doesn’t realize Takeba’s walked over to her until Futaba feels arms wrap around her. “You’re stronger than you think. I promise. You can do this, your friends can do this, and everything will be fine.”

Futaba lets herself cry into Takeba’s shoulder for a long time, all the fear and worry of the situation finally catching up with her.

When Futaba’s all cried out, she pulls away. “Thanks, Takeba-san.” Futaba says.

“You can call me Yukari. You’re an honorary Shadow Operative now, after all.”

“Really?”

“Oh, definitely.” Ta- Yukari straightens and pulls out a mug of her own. “Now, do you want sprinkles on your hot chocolate?”

After that, Futaba takes Yukari’s advice and gets some sleep, then works with Kirijo and Yamagishi on her device.

Oh she also meets Rise God Damn Kujikawa, who has a Persona, which is insane.

The day after her conversation with Yukari in the kitchen, Futaba opens her computer and runs the MetaNav, inputting the coordinates for Shido’s ship. This won’t do anything if no one’s there, but hopefully they can figure out something. 

Yamagishi, Kirijo, and Seriously Is That Actually Rise Kujikawa, summon their Personas, and Futaba does the same, pleasantly surprised to feel Prometheus, even if she can’t manage to fully bring him into reality like the others.

“Alright, let’s start.” Futaba reaches out, feeling around Shido’s ship. It’s fuzzier than usual, but her breath hitches as she gets a familiar ping from Prometheus. 

“I’ve got a reading.”

[omnivorousshipper]

Can I get a "5 Times They Were Mistaken For A Couple + 1 Time They Weren't (and ironically that's when they WERE a couple)" please?

Omg, this is going to be so much fun friend!!!

1.

Luke didn't like the look the junior DSS agents were sending him. He and Shaw were simply standing at a desk, going over their plan for their current mission. The only reason the junior agents were there was because Luke's bosses didn't like the CIA taking him away so much so they gave him little babysitters, just to make sure Luke didn't switch government agencies

"Hobbs, are you even listening to me?" Shaw snapped at him

"Yeah. You want to go through the vents while I make a distraction," Luke repeats back to him perfectly, actually having heard everything Deckard said

"Oh." Deckard said, the surprise obvious in his voice. "Doesn’t look like you're listening."

"Yeah, give me a sec. I want to find something out." Luke could feel the curious gaze Deckard sends him, but he ignores it and instead heads straight for the junior agents

"Are you lot done gossiping or do I need to report this to the higher ups?" Luke snaps at them

They all stand stiffly, looking petrified

"No, sir!" One yelps

"Then why the fresh hell are you over here, running your mouths?"

"Well..." another starts

"We just thought it was cool that you got to work on a mission with your husband." The last one finished

"I- husband?!" Luke yelps. "You think me and Shaw are-?"

He can't even finish that idea and can see all the junior agents look even more scared

"Look. Shaw and I are friends. Nothing more. We work well together and that's it." Luke told them firmly. "Now, get back to work, or else."

They nod at him frantically, eyes wide. It doesn't stop them from gossiping for the rest of the mission

2.

Deckard could hear cheering and kids laughing and shouting as he walked closer to the soccer field. Even before he had gotten close, he could hear Luke's yelling all the way from his car. Finally, getting to the field, Deckard sees the man

He's wearing a tight fitted tank top, not uncommon for him. His hands are cupped around his mouth as he shouts instructions to the girls' team.

Stepping up to him, Deckard knows Luke can't hear him over all the commotion, but, when Deckard gets close, Luke turns to him, eyebrows raised in surprise

"Shaw, what are you doing here?"

"Was in the area, thought I'd drop by."

Luke eyed him suspiciously, but didn't question him

"So, who's winning?"

"We are," Luke smiled wide at him. He didn't say anything as Deckard stood next to him, their arms brushing against each other occasionally

Soon enough, Deckard found himself yelling next to Luke, encouraging Sam and her teammates

When Sam and her team won, Deckard felt him smile as Luke got tackled by the whole team, bringing him to the ground.

Deckard almost didn't notice a woman walking up to him. Almost

"I didn't know Luke was seeing someone." She was looking at him with the mixture of a pout and hostility. Deckard wasn't quite sure how to respond to that. "Thought be would have gone for another single parent."

Deckard felt his hackles raise at her disdain

"And what's it to you who he dates?" He snaps.

She glares at him, no doubt about to speak her mind when a little girl rushes up to her

"Mommy! Coach Hobbs says he'll take us out for pizza!"

"That's nice of him, sweetie," the woman coos down at her daughter. "Let's see if we can't properly thank him."

She says the last part to Deckard, eyes forcing a challenge at him. He glares back, almost daring her to try and see what happens. She looks taken aback. She doesn't dare approach Luke

Deckard's not sure why he did that. It's not like he's dating the man, no matter what the woman thought. He shouldn't care if she wanted to make a pass at Luke. He really shouldn't care

3.

Luke feels his all of his teeth vibrate as the masked man punches him in the face, yet again. Spitting blood, Luke turns his head back slowly to glare at the man. Luke would rather lunge at the man and rip his head off, but with his legs and arms being tied down, Luke couldn't do anything

"Ready to talk yet, Hobbs?" The masked man hisses at him

"Fuck you, asshole." This time Luke spits right at the man's head, earning him yet another punch to the jaw

"Maybe you'll talk after I put a bullet in your boyfriend's head." The man growls at him

Luke doesn't show it, but he's confused. Who?

Suddenly, the door to Luke's makeshift cell is flung open and two men come in, dragging a third one between them

Luke's eyes widen when he sees Deckard, completely unconscious, and head lolling as he's dragged into the room

"What the hell did you do to him?!" Luke yells, fury running through his veins

"Just a few horse tranquilizers." The man says, and Luke can hear the sneer in his voice. The masked man walks up to Deckard, gun shoved up agains this temple. "Now, are you going to start talking or not, Hobbs?"

Luke doesn't know why these guys think he and Deckard are a thing, but he's not going to put Deckard's life in jeopardy, even if they weren't a thing

4.

Deckard was in LA again and didn't pass up Luke's offer to stay at his place. He loved Luke's daughter and enjoyed telling her all about his brother and sister and all of their different adventures

Right now, Luke was at work and Sam at school, leaving Deckard to do his own thing. He was in Luke's garage, on his back and under his car, touching things up.

Suddenly, he heard a woman's voice

"Hello? Anybody home?"

Shoving himself out from under the car, Deckard stood and wiped his hands as he sae a woman entering the garage. She was much older than his own mother, white hair braided and going down her back

"Hello there!"

"Afternoon." Deckard said simply, cautious.

"I didn't know Luke had gotten himself a man! If I'd known that, I would have stopped bugging him about my niece and nephews!" The woman laughed

Deckard blinked

"I'm not-"

"Oh! Where are my manners, I'm Gloria, Luke's neighbor. I live across the street. It's a pleasure to meet you dear."

"Same to you." Deckard said, not seeing a reason to stomp on the woman's excitement

"Here, before I forget. I brought over some treats for you three. I know Sam loves sugar cookies."

Smiling, Deckard takes the tray of cookies

"Want to come inside? I can wipe up some lunch for us." He offers

The woman looks pleasantly surprised

"Interested in cars and can cook? Luke's one lucky fellow!"

Trying not to roll his eyes, Deckard led her inside

5.

Luke tapped his foot impatiently as he waited for Deckard. The man was taking too long. Sighing, Luke finally but the bullet and headed into the bar behind him.

He hadn't wanted to interfere with Deckard's information gathering, but he was taking way too long.

Stepping into the bar, smoke and sweat slammed into Luke's sense and he nearly chocked on it. Squinting his eyes through the dim lighting, he found Deckard cornered in a booth on the far side of the bar

Heading his way, Luke could see two women and a man boxing Deckard in. And he could see the frustration in Deckard's eyes. He was supposed to be acting like a harmless hacker, not someone who could throw and receive a punch easily. He was no doubt hating having to act helpless against the three

"Jay." Luke calls to Deckard, and sees the relief in Deckard's eyes

"Daniel." He says back

"Everything alright? You said we could leave." Luke says shortly, staring the three people down

One woman looks between them

"If you were taken, you could have just said so." The woman said, eyeing Luke up, but talking to Deckard

Luke had a feeling Deckard did say that but none of the three had cared

"I am. And he doesn't like being kept waiting." Deckard says through clenched teeth

Slowly, the three let him out of the booth. When he's free of them, Luke purposely wraps an arm around Deckard's waist and pulling him to his side, glaring at the three the whole time

Carefully, he and Deckard make their way out of the bar and into the fresh air. Taking a deep breath, Luke hears Deckard mumble

"Thanks. You didn't need to do that."

"They wouldn't have left you alone otherwise."

Deckard nods, but doesn't look happy about it.

+1

Hattie stared across the table at Luke, still confused

"Why am I here and not Deck?" She asks him

"I'm not exactly sure." Luke shrugs, just as equally confused

They were undercover at a restaurant run by the local mob, acting like a married couple. Which was odd because Deckard and Ramsey were at anothet table, doing the same.

They were running a mission under Nobody's newest protégé, Littlest Nobody (Roman had gladly given him that name). Apparently after Little Nobody had finally spread his wings, Nobody had gotten empty nest syndrome and had gotten a new sidekick. Who was as dense as a brick in Luke’s opinion

Or else he would have realized that he and Deckard were actually engaged and wouldn't have to pretend to be married

"Not that I don't like your company," Hattie started

Luke gave her a flat look

"But I would rather be on a date with my girlfriend."

"And I'd like to be eating with my fiancé," Luke says bluntly, taking a bite of his steak. "But that's not how some idiots want us to play this."

When the mission is finally over, Luke can't help but stride through the wave of people being arrested in the restaurant, straight towards Deckard

Right in front of Littlest Nobody, Luke dips Deckard and kisses him passionately. Both enjoying Deckard's moan and Littlest's chocking noise of shock as he realizes that the two men are together

Hope you enjoy this friend!!!

[imaginingfrancium]

the last time | jumin han

jumin han x reader ; one shot / imagine

(part 1 of 2) ; 

summary: MC and the other RFA members went out on a beach vacation and sat around a campfire. When it was your turn to share something, everyone demanded a song.. and a duet. 

song featured: The Last Time - Taylor Swift feat. Gary Lightbody (i used a cover instead of the original because MC’s using a guitar here. and just imagine MC doing plucking instead of the ordinary strumming in the intro)

words in bold-italic letters indicate the character’s thoughts (whether if it’s within the flashback or present), italics indicate a flashback, and bold ones are the lyrics of the song,, but there will parts in the one shot where i’ll use those for something else.

The sun was slowly setting; hues of orange, yellow, and red started to fade as the color of the night sky began to show. The full moon came out early and has its reflection shun down on the sea. The wind was getting colder, as everyone started to wear their jackets, scarfs, or shawls. The members did not expect a cold night this evening, but they were glad that the breeze was calm. Just enough to easily build a campfire before the sun completely sets. 

Zen and Yoosung started building the fire; gathering the wood and matches and.. failed attempts. Saeyoung then joined them�� to just disturb. 

“Sae-Saeyoung! SHUT UP! We are building a fire here! It’ll be nice if you helped!” Yoosung whined. The red-haired man mocked the blonde even more. While trying to keep his patience, the silver-haired beauty kept trying to light up the fire.  

“Idiots.” Saeran muttered as he looked at the three two men failing at their simple task. He headed over to Jaehee and MC, who were prepping the food. Various snacks were placed in each paper plate and bowl. Since everyone had a heavy lunch, they all agreed to make it light for that evening. 

“Here are the marshmallows. Good thing it didn’t melt in the car.” They looked up at Saeran and were relieved. “Oh, thank goodness.” Jaehee got the bags of the white, fluffy treat out of his arms. “Is there anything else I could do?” He asked. “Hmmm.. Go assemble the chairs and mini tables. They are over there.” Jaehee ordered and pointed out where it was. 

“..Ha-Haha! Finally! In your face!” Yoosung shouted out. The campfire had perfectly lit up the space they were camping at. Jaehee cheered while poking the marshmallow on its sticks. MC smiled at the men-children; Saeyoung picked on Yoosung and vice versa, while Zen tried to stop the two.

“When will they ever stop?” MC asked, placing the chips into bowls. “’Til they end up killing each other, I guess.” Saeran replied, putting up the final adjustments on the mini-tables. MC laughed and turned to Jaehee. “I’m done with the chips. What else is needed, chief?” MC jokingly saluted to her. Jaehee squinted her eyes. “Hey, stop. Don’t call me that.” She then got the bowls from MC and placed it on the tables. “Seems like everything’s almost done.. So no help needed now. Thanks, MC.” Jaehee gave MC a smile. “Eh it’s nothing. Anyways, I’ll just go get my stuff.” MC headed over to the van.

While everyone was busy preparing for tonight’s event, the slightly older members were doing their own things. V was taking photos of the moon and shore, not missing out the view in front of him. He sighed, putting down the camera, while reminiscing. 

“..If only you were here to see it. If only..” He muttered and closed his eyes tight. He opened it back a few seconds later as he felt something soft brush against his leg. V looked down and smiled, seeing the clingy Elizabeth the 3rd looking up to him with a smile. “Want a photo with the sunset, El?” The snow white cat meowed. V chuckled and knelt down on the sand, positioning the camera in a good angle. He took the photo and looked at it. 

The perfect mix of the sky’s colors, with Elizabeth the 3rd’s eloquent silhouette. Oh he would love this, V thought. He stood up and called out Elizabeth to follow him. V approached the silent CEO-in-line, who’s holding a wine flask and was admiring the scenery. 

He called out his friend’s attention. “Jumin, come look at this.” Jumin turned to him, beginning to be curious. V then showed the photo and Jumin chuckled. “Can you have it developed? I’d like the photo to be framed and placed in my room.” He asked his friend. “Of course, Jumin. It is also one of my favorite shots today.” V looks over to the sea, as it begins to be darker.  

“It should be. The sunset view is beautiful, but placing Elizabeth the 3rd in the view puts nature to shame.” Jumin confidently said. “Good thing Hyun drank meds for his allergies then.” V teased. “Well, he knew that I would bring Elizabeth even without his consent. It’s nice that he adjusted.” Jumin turned away from the view to look at the other members behind them; Zen, Yoosung, and Saeran started roasting their marshmallows, Jaehee held a bowl with nuts in it, and Saeyoung was munching his Honey Butter chips.

His vision quickly focused on the member carrying a stringed instrument. MC walked to the other members settled by the fire. She then sat beside Jaehee and shared the mixed nuts with her.

Many thoughts got into Jumin’s head. So many how’s, why’s, what if’s. He couldn’t stop looking at MC. Even when the campfire is not on its best lighting angle, she still looks beautiful, he thought.

V turned to his friend, noticing that he was stuck staring at MC. To V, Jumin looked like she took something from him. Well, she sort of did in some sense. He felt pity and broke the silence. 

“Hey. Let’s head over to them. Campfire night is about to start.” Jumin snapped himself back to reality and nodded, following V. They walked to where the others were.

———————

“Ugh, when will this end?” Zen complained, leaning against Yoosung’s shoulder. Saeran sighed and looked at his twin brother with disappointment. 

The sun has completely set and the full moon shined brightly, with the stars twinkling. It was part of the campfire night where each member gets to share something to everyone. It could be anything, and with that, Saeyoung took his chances. He sang a song from his favorite musical.

“Kiss me goodbye, I’m defYING GRAVITYYY~” Saeyoung sang with high spirits. Jaehee covered her ears as he tried to hit the note. Zen and Yoosung tried to stop him, while MC and V laughed at them.

Saeyoung then finished the song and bowed, thanking everyone for listening. He earned glares from his brother and closest friends. Jaehee and MC forced themselves to clap their hands and compliment. “You were good, Saeyoung... I always forget that you could actually sing.” V said, with a tone that showed that he was not being serious.

“Ah, it’s nothing! And now.. it’s MC’s turn!” Saeyoung clapped for MC. “It would be a waste of talent and of your time and effort practicing if you don’t play for us.” He added. 

“I even heard from a lot of people that you perform good.” Zen joined in the ‘pep talk’. MC scratched the back of her neck as she felt awkward. She may be working as a full-time musician, but she still had the stage fright. Especially in a small crowd that consists of her close friends.

“Eheh. Well… since I promised you guys…” MC brought out her guitar from its bag. The members had been convincing her to sing for them again. It was ever since she performed a song during the party. They wanted to hear her sing exclusively, but somehow they never got the perfect timing where her shyness didn’t succumb. 

“Finally! We get to hear from MC.” Yoosung expressed.

“Yeah, I’ve always wanted to hear her sing.” Jaehee said.

“Better be good.” Saeran muttered, which was heard by Jaehee. She gave him a light poke on the waist.

It was good. I was even lucky enough to hear it almost all the time, Jumin thought. He has been quiet all along. He only curved his mouth to a small smile or let out a soft chuckle when one of the members said something funny or cat-related. He was petting his cat to sleep, who was on her cat bed. He couldn’t speak out as he was not able to concentrate, scared that he might accidentally slip some words he didn't intend to say. 

He couldn’t fixate being in the same space as her, knowing she’s not his anymore. He sighed and took sips from his flask. 

MC was checking if the strings were tuned. Saeyoung then had an idea. A crazy idea.“Oh! OH! What if we let Jumin sing with MC?” 

He immediately covered his mouth, realizing what he had done. Everyone’s eyes widened in surprise. It was silent and uneasy. Even Saeran was shook to the core. 

Sae-saeyoung.. why you.. MC was frozen in her place, eyes traveling to Jumin, who had loosen his grip on his flask. She looked away before he could catch her looking at him. Fuck.

Zen broke the silence. “Are you serious, Saeyoung? You probably had too much of your chips.”

“Y-yeah.” Yoosung agreed. 

Saeyoung hid his face behind Saeran. “Aigoooo aigooo…” He felt ashamed, scolding himself that he broke the rule they all agreed, which is to not mention anything from the past, especially from their past.

It was hard putting back all the members of the RFA in one place, even for a simple hangout. With what happened two years ago, it made some members keep their distance from certain members. It broke the others, as the possibility of everyone getting along again like it used to was then just a mere vision. So, they tried picking out a vacation date, place, etc. where everyone is available and would have no excuse to bail. 

MC never wanted to come in the first place, knowing that her ex-fiance will be going. “You know why I won’t go. What if he tries to make a move on me again?– Remember why we broke up, Jaehee.” MC explained to Jaehee by the phone. “I know.. but I told V to tell him about it, so it will be fine..” MC bit her bottom lip.

 “Hey… he’s not the only who’s coming. Zen, Yoosung, Saeyoung, and even Saeran will be there. It’s been a while, MC. I– or we can’t just let this association fall apart again due to ex-lovers.” MC chuckled at Jaehee’s fake disgust tone on the last part. 

“Please, MC. For me? Or at least for the RFA’s future?” Jaehee crossed her fingers while waiting for MC to respond. 

“...Okay. For you and the RFA.”

Saeran then stood for his brother’s behalf. “Um.. well, you know that you both don’t have to do it though…” The others nodded. “Yeah.. you can continue now, MC.” V reassured. The musician shrugged and checked back if her guitar is tuned.

It will be over soon, MC thought. It will be over so–

“I’ll sing.” Everyone turned their heads to the one who said it. 

MC froze again, and this time had eye contact with him. Oh, fuck.

“Uh.. J-Jumin. Heh– you don’t have to do that. ‘T was a joke!” Saeyoung tried to convince him, as he was feeling even more guilty.

Jumin shrugged it off, his confidence building up. “It’s fine, Saeyoung.. Unless it’s okay with you, MC.”

Heads were now turned to MC. She looked down, so that she could make a decision. She was then having second thoughts. I mean, it’s just a duet, what could possibly go wrong? Um, let me remind you of the last time you both did a duet.. it got you engaged. You don’t want to go back to that loophole again, right? But he seems different from before. He didn’t even try to get my attention today! No, don’t. You’re gonna fall again. No, I’m just thinking too much.

“.. For old times’ sake at least.” 

She slowly looked up to Jumin, feeling that familiar warmth. She took a deep breath

“S-sure.” She forced a smile. Yeah.. what could possibly go wrong?…

Jumin stood up, brought his chair and sat beside MC. The others couldn’t even say anything. They were either thrilled thinking on what could possibly happen after this, or just nervous that this might go down.

MC cleared her throat. “What song then?”

Jumin looked at her and gave her a small smile. “The Last Time.”

Are you even serious? She looked at him to check if he was kidding or not. And he was not. “O-oh. Okay then.” MC started playing.

Everyone fell in love with her pro-plucking of the intro. They felt relaxed, finding something to lean on.

MC’s awkwardness was lifted up by looking at them She then turned to Jumin, giving him the cue to start.

“Find myself at your door, just like all those times before.

I’m not sure how I got there. All roads, they lead me here.

I imagine you are home. In your room, all alone.

Jumin stayed staring at her, even if she was not looking. She was busy concentrating on the strumming. 

And you open your eyes into mine, and everything feels better."

Everyone was surprised that Jumin could sing. It didn’t come to them yet that he carried a tone. As MC started to blend in, everyone sank in and listened, trying to catch any body language between them. 

“And right before your eyes, I’m breaking

No past, no reasons why. 

Just you and me.”

And before Jumin knew it, he started reminiscing.

Jumin was focused on reading the story to MC, who was lying beside him. Even with the deep voice, he made sure that the stress and intonation was said right. MC felt at home under the thick blanket, not feeling any colder as she adored Jumin’s storytelling and warmth. She found herself lost in his voice, until Jumin slammed the book shut. 

“That’s for tonight. And you’re getting sleepy.” He said, placing the book on his bedside table. Jumin then adjusted his place under the blanket and wrapped his arms around MC, pulling her closer

“Hmmm.. I wasn’t even listening.” She said. “I just have a thing for your voice.” She giggled, as her cheeks turned pink.

“I know. I also have a thing for your thing with my voice.” Jumin pressed his forehead against MC’s, as MC laughed at how he describes her like for his voice.

They stayed like that for a while, until MC pulled away, at a distance where she could get a good overlook of his face, his eyes. Him.

“What is it, darling? Do I have something on my face?” Jumin asked

“No, no.. You don’t.” MC smiled. “I just.. can’t believe I get to have this view every night before I sleep.”

Jumin smiled back. He grabbed her left hand and kissed at where the engagement ring was. “I should be the one who’s lucky. You actually had the choice to not be in this lifestyle, to not be with me. And she did. I knew that it could happen, but you still chose to stay.” But not for long. 

She sighed. “Yep, and I have no regrets.” She then moved her head closer, ‘til their foreheads touch again.

“I’ll never leave you, as long as you won’t give up on me.” MC looked deep into his eyes. I gave up. 

Jumin looked back and kissed her nose. “You know I won’t. I’m sorry. I love you, MC. I’ll always be.. your number one fan, your view before you sleep every night; just yours.”

“And you’re mine, Jumin. I love you too.”

The memory finished, as it was now MC’s solo in the song. As she sang, everyone was swooned. MC couldn’t help but smile at their reactions. She then poured herself into her part.

"You find yourself at my door, just like all those times before.

You wear your best apology, but I was there to watch you leave.

She closed her eyes while singing, feeling the pain again. Jumin noticed it, and it broke his heart as he felt it too. 

 And all the times I let you in,

Just for you to go again

Disappear when you come back

It was then MC’s turn to reminisce. 

Everything is better." 

The ride to Chairman Han’s house was silent. MC couldn’t help but feel nervous. It was his birthday and her presence was requested by the CEO himself. Her hands were shaking. She even ‘rehearsed’ on how to not sound and look awkward when in front of him. Jumin turned his head to his fiance and noticed this. He held her hand and gave her a small smile. 

“It will be fine, MC. He’s just my father.” Jumin consoled– well tried to. MC gave him a disapproving look.

“’Just your father’? Mind you, my darling, that he was right there when you told the whole country that you disapproved of the marriage he arranged for you, and you made sure that he knew I was also the reason why you didn’t agree to it.” MC blurted out. She immediately regretted doing it, but it felt good to let it out. Jumin was surprised, but understood her. 

“Yes, I know. Heck, I don't even know if I’m helping you calm down. But…” Jumin held both of your hands, which made your turn to him. He kissed your knuckles. 

“I do know that I’ll be there when you couldn’t take it.” He said. MC looked back at him and nodded. They stayed like that for a few minutes, until Drive Kim told them they had arrived.

Jumin went out of the car first and lent out his hand to MC. He held it tight and gave her reassuring signals using his thumb. MC felt much better and took a deep breath. They walked towards the big, front door, but then Jumin stopped as they were about to enter. MC gave him a questioning look.

“I’m sorry, darling. But can I.. ask you to not mention that you are a full-time musician for now? It might not be a good first impression to my father.” Jumin spoke. MC was surprised.

“B-but wasn’t he there at the party, too?” MC defended. “I know, but.. Just please understand? I’ll do the talking, if you couldn’t handle it.” 

It is even getting worse, she thought. But maybe it’s for the best. “Um.. okay then.” MC agreed, loosening her grip on his hand, hoping that Jumin would acknowledge how she felt, through body language. 

“Thank you, MC.” They proceeded to walk inside the house, leaving MC overthinking and nervous again.

She opened her eyes and shook her head, cringing on her past self. Why did I let my guard down?, she thought to herself. 

Jumin could sense that she was recalling a memory from their past. MC looked back at him, seeing how sorry he was through his expression. I’m sorry I couldn’t forgive you. You'd know, she spoke in her mind. They both went back concentrating to the chorus.

"This is the last time I’m asking you this; put my name at the top of your list

This is the last time I’m asking you why

You break my heart in the blink of an eye, eye, eye.."

Everyone was impressed with MC’s guitar skills, as she plays the instrumental part. No one dared to speak, or even clap. MC could relate to the song so much that it made it sound beautiful. 

And that’s what Jumin loved about her; how she expressed herself through music. But he still felt guilty; he only realized that when she left.

As the song has reached its climax, they begin to recall their moments in the past. And this time, the bitter ones. 

"This is the last time you tell me I’ve got it wrong." 

“You said you wouldn’t leave me.” Jumin shouted, following her. He and MC just had a big fight and she concluded that she was going to leave him, for good.

“Yes, I did. But what’s the fucking point of staying if I feel like I’m in prison when I’m with you?!” MC shouted back, her voice shaking as tears were running down her face. She went to get her phone, its charger, and her guitar, since those were the only things that were not bought by Jumin. 

She proceeded to the front door. Almost there, she thought. But before she could even step out of the living room, Jumin grabbed her arm, tightening his grip.

“You are not leaving. You promised me. YOU PROMISED ME, MC!” His voice was full of rage, betrayal. His eyes let out some tears. MC was scared. She hissed on the pain on her arm. But she couldn’t let her guard down now.

“I would’ve kept it if you weren’t such a dick.” She struggled to get out of his grip. “Keeping my true job from your father for a good image? I thought you didn’t care what he thinks. Controlling on what my music should sound like? I make music to express what I feel, and because I want to, not to look good in front of your business friends. Not letting me sign the record deal? It’s my music, Jumin. MY MUSIC! It’s my life! You knew I couldn’t live without it. You said that you’ll support me, but the way you are doing it doesn't seem like you do!” MC defended. She didn’t care anymore. She made her point, and was tired of understanding him again and again.

Jumin stood still, still angry at her. MC took his speechless self as an opportunity to let go. She continued to walk away. He didn’t follow her.

“You’re going to regret this. You can’t live without me. You will come back to me like you always do.” Jumin said, with his pride still intact. This made her stop walking. She turned around, removed the engagement ring from her finger, and set it by the nearest table.

“This time, I won’t. We are done, Jumin. Good-bye." She turned back around and started walking away, tears streaming down her face.

Jumin was stunned, but his mind was still covered by his ego. “Fine! Leave! Since that is what you are good at.” He shouted. 

“At least it’s away from you!” She shouted back, almost breaking to an ugly cry as she reached the elevator. 

MC woke up to the sound of knocking at her door. She rubbed her eyes and reached out to her phone to check the time. 1:35 AM. She scratched her head in annoyance and got out of bed. It could be the neighbor's son again. But at this time?, she thought.

The knocking wouldn't stop. "Coming!" MC shouted, dragging her feet to the door, while fixing her hair. She then unlocked the locks.

"It's almost 2 AM, kid. You can ask for more tomor--" She opened the door and froze, as she saw the least expected person, standing right in front of her.

"MC.." Jumin slurred, clear that he has been drinking. 

"Jumin.. H-how did you know this place?.." MC was surprised. It’s been a month since they broke up. She also never told anyone about her old apartment.. unless he asked for help.

"I forced Saeyoung to look for you. You couldn't be at Rika's apartment if you're ignoring everyone, which is a shame. And since you are good at hiding.. running away from everything.. wanting to go back to your normal life, of course you'd go back here." Jumin leaned on the door frame, not being careful with his words. This hit MC in the gut. 

"I wasn't ignoring everyone; I needed space. They knew that. In case you forgot, you were the one who suggested it." She rebutted, crossing her arms. 

"But that didn't mean you had to do it. Just because you left me, doesn't mean you'll leave them, too." 

Alcohol does bring out their true selves, she thought. "I didn't leave them. There's a difference between giving space and leaving-- You know what? Just go home, Jumin. You're drunk. I'm tired of explaining shit you wouldn’t listen to anyway." MC closed the door, but then Jumin slammed it back open, pushing MC away. She looked up at him, seeing the pain in his eyes. She became scared, as he started to walk into her apartment.

"The n-neighbors are sleeping, Jumin.." MC was shaking, trying to be strong.

Jumin walked closer to her but stopped midway. He then knelt down, as if he gave up fighting against gravity. MC was confused. She walked towards him slowly. 

Her shaking stopped as she heard him sob. She bent down to his level and went closer to him. She gently placed a hand on his cheek, feeling his warmth and let him face her.

Dark, visible circles. Red, puffy eyes. Pale skin, lips. This man hasn't been sleeping; he has been crying.

He held the hand that was on his cheek and leaned to it. "Why did you have to leave me, MC?.." He looked down and grabbed your other hand.

"My life's a mess. It has been since you left. I-I haven't been okay…"

"Jumin, I--"

"I knew I was wrong. I promise I'll be better. Just come back. I'll do everything. Please.." 

"Jumin.."

"Just please come back… I need you--"

"Jumin!"

He stopped talking and looked at MC, who had tears streaming down but her face showing anger.

     "This is the last time I say it’s been you all along." 

"How sure are you.. that you'll make everything alright? In one year of being engaged, you said you'd change, evolve. I believed in you, until it became a pattern.." MC broke down, letting her hands go from him to comfort herself. 

"Listen, MC. This time it will be different I promise you--" He tried to reach out to her, but MC immediately dodged.

"Cut that bullshit, Han. I have heard that from you tons of times." 

Now it was Jumin's turn to freeze. He didn't expect she’d be this way.

"MC.. I-"

"Jumin.. I don't want to fight with you anymore. I'm sorry, but go home.. “

“It's for the best of us." MC stood up, wiping her tears.

Jumin sighed. He couldn't say anything. He then stood up and walked out the apartment, with MC making sure he's not going to trip on something.

She watched him leave.

"This is the last time I let you in my door."

When he was finally out, Jumin turned around to look at her one last time.

"I'm sorry for bothering you. Good night, MC." And then he left.

     "This is the last time, I won't hurt you anymore."

They didn't notice that they were making deep eye contact at each other the whole time they were reminiscing and singing the bridge [of the song]. Though, the others were able to catch the connection. 

Jumin and MC shook it off, as they were about to finish the song.

"This is the last time I’m asking you this; put my name at the top of your list

This is the last time I’m asking you why

You break my heart in the blink of an eye.

"This is the last time I'm asking you this;

     (This is the last time I'm asking you this)

Put my name at the top of your list

     (Put my name at the top of your list)

This is the last time I'm asking you why

     (This is the last time I'm asking you why)

You break my heart in the blink of an eye

     (You break my heart).

“This is the last time I’m asking you

Last time I’m asking you

Last time I’m asking you this

They went back to their eye contact.

“This is the last time I’m asking you

Last time I’m asking you

Last time I’m asking you this

This time, they didn't care about what the others were thinking. They were too busy pouring out their emotions. 

“This is the last time I’m asking you

Last time I’m asking you

Last time I’m asking you this

Jumin then gently held on to MC's forearm.

“This is the last time I’m asking you

Last time I’m asking you

Last time I’m asking you this.”

When the song ended, everyone cheered. Saeyoung was whistling. Zen, Yoosung, and Jaehee gave them a standing ovation, while V and Saeran simply clapped. 

MC was the first to break eye contact. It's finally over, thank Go-- her thoughts stopped its trails, as she felt something soft pressed on her forehead. 

She looked up and stayed still, seeing that Jumin was giving her a kiss there. She started to blush. 

The others were silent once again, surprised to see Jumin's bold move. As Jumin pulled away, he went closer to MC's ear and whispered, "I'm letting you go. Thank you." 

He then let go of his hand from her forearm, stood up, grabbed his cat, and walked away from the group.

"What.. was that?" Saeran spoke.

MC started to move again, as she touched the area on her forehead where Jumin kissed. She started to calm down.

"A-are you okay, MC?" Jaehee asked. She knew how it would be hard for her. MC looked at her and nodded, still couldn't speak.

"Saeyoung… you jerk. You broke MC." Zen mumbled.

"hEY! I'M NOT THE ONE WHO KISSED HER ON THE FOREHEAD!" Saeyoung defended himself.

MC couldn't believe it. He's letting me go? Thank you? Does that mean he hasn't moved on ever since? She kept on overthinking.

"Should we follow him though? He might get lost." Yoosung raised concern.

"Nah.. he'll be fine." V said. "He needed that.." MC looked at V. He then looked back and nodded. Oh.

"Let's just continue the fun." V encouraged. It was now Jaehee's turn to contribute. Everyone stayed up until the campfire died out. 

No matter how much MC wanted to forget what happened, it was stuck in her head. And was kept on loop. 

------------

The clouds covered the morning sun, making it easy for the others to disassemble their tents and fix their stuff. Yoosung, Jaehee, and Zen began loading the van, while Saeyoung and Saeran loaded their stuff in their car. V was busy taking photos of the beach. MC was moping, looking at the view of the shore as if it will be her last time seeing it. 

It was very windy that her beach hat flew away. She panicked and looked for it, only to find out that Jumin catched it.

It seemed like he was behind her all along. He walked towards MC and gave it to her.

“T-thanks.” MC stuttered, while feeling awkward. She got the hat from him and placed it back on her head.

“No problem.” Jumin acknowledged. He stayed at a safe distance beside MC and stared at the horizon with her. Awkward silence filled in between them.

“I’m surprised that y-you brought Elizabeth the 3rd.” MC started, trying to lessen the tension. Jumin laughed a bit. “I thought that she could need some vitamin sea.” MC chuckled at the pun.

“It seemed like it was good for her.” She then turned and looked at the others, wearing smiles on their faces. It was as if they weren’t tired of life.

“We all needed a break from everything. I mean, look at them glowing..” MC trailed on, smiling as she looked at the other members.

“.. As for you, too.” Jumin spoke. This made her turn to him, who was giving her a smile. She was speechless still.

“I hope you knew that you have glowed brighter, from before..” He continued. MC couldn’t help but tear up.

“I--” 

“MC! JUMIN! IT’S TIME TO GO!” 

She was cut off by Zen calling them. She looked away from Jumin and wiped her tears. Yes, MC, what a bold move. Crying in front of your ex, she cursed herself. 

She looked back at him as he started talking again. “It was nice seeing again, MC.” Jumin looked down and walked to where the others were.

MC couldn’t believe it. She tried to shake it off and walked to the van.

Everyone said their farewells to each other and rode their respective vehicles. MC sat by the window and sulked during the whole ride. Yoosung noticed how she was silent and asked, “Are you okay, MC? You seem down.”

I’m not okay. “I’m fine. Don’t worry about me.” She gave him a smile and pat on his shoulder. Yoosung smiled back and felt relieved at least. She looked back at the window and sulked again.

I actually didn’t want it to be the last time. Our last time.

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a/n: um hi this is my first time in tumblr or posting somethin in tumblr lmao i am sorrY if my writing sucks.anyw this idea was from me listening to taylor swift (feat. gary lightbody)’s song, The Last Time. and i was like “what if jumin could sing?” and so on + quarantine is making me write stuff and i can’t sleep during the night ;-; (aLSO are there even people still reading MysMe fan fics in 2020??)

there will be a part 2 for this hehe i won’t promise that i’ll be writing it right away ;-; this took me 3 weeks to finish hek. 

hope you liked it! if you didn’t then sorry. just ignore this heh. please tell me on how should i improve my writing tooooo okez bYE

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Persona:

Favorite character: Mitsuru Kirijo (wow really? no way..)

Least Favorite character: It’s a tie between Granddaddy Kirijo and Shuji Ikutski. I despise them with every fiber of my being and I will go to hell itself to fight them.

5 Favorite ships (canon or non-canon): Yukamitsu, Shihoann, Akimina (male protag), Mitsuham, and Pegoryu. 

Character I find most attractive: Mitsuru Kirijo....

Character I would marry: Once again Mitsuru Kirijo 

Character I would be best friends with: Ann Takamaki. That girl is my spirit animal. Although I could also see myself being friends with Yusuke too!

A random thought: I know Atlus couldn’t do this because they want to keep the games separate but I can’t not imagine the Shadow Operatives not looking into the Phantom Thieves. Like I hardly think Mitsuru would ignore all the mental shutdowns and stuff, especially because the shutdowns are very similar to apathy syndrome.

An unpopular opinion: OK I mentioned this in a previous ask but I hate when people compare Mitsuru and Makoto (I might make a post about this idk). It just really bothers me.

My Canon OTP: Junpei/Chidori. It’s so sweet and I love how it affects both of them and they both grow from it.

My Non-canon OTP: Yukamitsu it is canon but oh well.

Most Badass Character: OK I’ve said Mitsuru like 5 times so instead I’ll say Joker! Some of the stunts he pulls off are super impressive!

Most Epic Villain: I hate his guts but Kamoshida. The way they built him up was incredible and I don’t think they did it as well with any other P5 villain.  

Pairing I am not a fan of: There’s a few but I think my least favorite is Minako/Ken. Atlus really fucked up there.

Character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another): Half of the P5 cast OK but if I had to pick one probably Makoto Niijima.

Favorite Friendship: Akihiko and Mitsuru. One of the best friendships in the series, I love my senpai.

Character I most identify with: I feel like there’s three I identify with the most, Mitsuru, Akihiko and Yusuke all for different reasons. But mostly Yusuke I think.

Character I wish I could be: Oh um not sure. I guess Ann actually because she’s super nice and has so much compassion and confidence. I love her.

002 | Send me a ship and I will tell you: 

Yukamitsu:

When I started shipping them: When I first played Persona 3. I think it was during the love hotel mission, I was playing as FeMC and me and Akihiko ended up in the room together and Yukari and Mitsuru in the other room. Then it just kept growing from there. By the Kyoto scene I knew they were my favorite ship of all time.

My thoughts: Oh god where to begin. I just love everything about this ship. Like it is a beautiful example of enemies to friends to lovers. Their mutual distrust that was born from completely different scenarios. The briefing after the full moon mission when Yukari confronts Mitsuru and that tension between them. The Yakushima scene which builds on this tension. Then that subtle warming up to each other. Yukari becomes less hostile and Mitsuru opens up more. Then bam Mitsuru’s dad dies and Yukari gets the true recording of her own father. Yukari understands what Mitsuru’s going through but in true Mitsuru fashion she’s putting up her walls again. And then the climax. The Kyoto scene. Yukari is once again confronting a hopeless Mitsuru. Helping her realize she still has things to live for. And then Mitsuru and Yukari pledging themselves to fight alongside each other and to stay by each others side. And then every other little scene after that. It’s just beautiful and I can’t even do it justice fuck did I just make myself cry writing this maybe. 

What makes me happy about them: The fact that they are willing to stick with each other no matter what. They’ve pledged to fight by each others side. And Mitsuru sticking by Yukari in the Answer even though she didn’t agree with her. Beautiful. 

What makes me sad about them: Honestly that these two have been through so much shit. They both lost their dads and have the burden of trying to save the world when they’re not even adults yet. Also it’s very difficult watching them at the start of the game when Yukari is hostile towards Mitsuru.

Things done in fanfic that annoys me: Um I don’t think there is anything I can think of honestly.

Things I look for in fanfic: Actual fanfics of these two that isn’t just porn. There’s not enough out there well then add to it prince, I know I’m trying :(

My wishlist: Atlus make them canon. Damn cowards.

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: For both of them Minako actually lol.

My happily ever after for them: They get married and live happily ever after with a kid of their own who I may or may not have a whole concept and au for.

003 | Give me a character & I will tell you:

Mitsuru:

How I feel about this character: OK I talk way too much about this woman because I love her so much. I would take a bullet for her. She’s helped me with so much, which sounds weird, but whenever I’m sad I’ll just drown myself in the Mitsuru tag and it makes me feel so much better. I love her story, her persona, her personality just everything. She also helped me accept the fact that I’m gay which I am so grateful for.

Any/all the people I ship romantically with this character: Yukamitsu and Mitsuham are my favorites. 

My favorite non-romantic relationship for this character: Akihiko/Mitsuru. Ultimately it’s a BROTP for me. I live for my senpai, Momsuru and Daddyhiko no I’m not sorry about calling them that lmao.

My unpopular opinion about this character: I mentioned this earlier but she should not be compared to Makoto. You know what I think I will make a post about this cause I keep saying it.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: She’s dating Yukari in Arena. No I don’t take criticism. 

Favorite friendship for this character: So I’ve talked about Akihiko/Mitsuru a lot but I think one we don’t talk about enough is Aigis and Mitsuru. I think they have a really awesome dynamic and I love the way they’re working together in Arena! They’re so funny together.

My crossover ship: Not sure if this counts but Sae/Mitsuru. It’s a wlw ship too powerful for this world and I live for it.

[messofmystic]

Hi, can I ask for #13 Seven x MC? Thank you!

Sorry for being dead basically. I have been busy with work and the whole pandemic thing. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I will definitely be posting more now though! I finally have some time to myself! ヾ(＾-＾)ノ Anyways I hope you guys like it!! Also let me know if I should stick to bullet points or paragraphs! I'm still trying to find my style! Another thing I wanted to mention my MC is female and since you asked Mc I'll be using the She/her instead of referring to the reader. I hope you all enjoy!!! LET'S BEGIN!

"Kiss Me" Seven x MC

Seven had been busy with working lately which only made MC worried and honestly... She was getting a bit lonely too.

She knew it wasn't his fault though and she tried her best to support him. She cleaned for him and the area around him, cooked nice meals for him, and always tried to make time for a hug or a quick kiss.

Today though she was determined to get him to take a day off. It all started when they woke up.

"Hey sae?" MC asked.

"Yes?", Seven looked down at her to give her his full attention.

"Well I was thinking maybe today you could take the day off and play games with me... You know its been a while since we had really done anything together. "

He went quiet for a moment, thinking it over and with a small grin he agreed.

It took some convincing to get Vanderwood to let him have the day off, but after MC gave him the puppy dog eyes and begged for Seven to be off he had finally agreed.

So there they were sitting on the couch playing games, just enjoying each other's company....

"No fair I call cheating! There is NO way you could have won! I had you I swear!", MC yelled throwing her arms up dramatically.

"I told you! You can't beat God Seven Zero Seven at his own game!", he replied with a big grin. She looked over at him and rolled her eyes.

"I will win! Let's go one more time!"

Almost as if a light bulb went off in his head he turned towards her with a mischievous smile.

"If you win I'll give you a kiss."

While she may have been blushing a little at the unexpected challenge, she agreed.

At first it looked like she was gonna win..... Well that was until Saeyoung pulled out his secret weapon.

What's his secret weapon?

Yelling out the most random things to throw off MC.

"BOB THE BUILDER" He yelled

"What the-?!"

MC didn't know if she was more scared by the sudden outburst or if it was plain funny? Maybe both? Either way it worked. She had killed herself in game without even meaning to.

"MC! that's not good for your health!" He laughed evily.

She knew his ways now and tried to use it against him. She didn't know what else to do.

"BANANA BREAD", she yelled, hoping to throw him off too.

He glanced over at her with a surprised look and a chuckle had made it past his lips.

To her surprise it actually worked. He had missed, which gave her the opportunity to punish it and kill him.

By the time the fight had neared the end and it was looking really close. Anyone could win at this point.

"I got this I got this I got th- OH YES!!! ", Mc yelled as she got the last hit and won. She got up and did her victory dance.

Of course he had let her win. To get to she her so happy like this made it worth it. Not only that, but.. She had a prize to claim.

Seven grabbed her hand and lightly pulled her to his lap.

"I believe you must claim your prize miss.", She had gotten so caught up in the game and just trying to win that she had almost forgot about the deal.

She looked up at him with a slight blush and whispered

"Kiss me."

The kiss was magically. There was passion and a longing for one another.

When they finally parted from each other they were practically gasping for air. They had been so desperate for each other.

he had been so busy they weren't able to have these long kisses as much.

"I should lose more often.", Seven said with a goofy grin on his face which earned him a playful slap to the chest.

After that they had made sure to take breaks more often and make time for each other to share precious moments like these.

~~~~~~~~~

[saltpepperbeard]

Open Up ~An Everlark One-Shot~

A/N: Hello hello! Does this still count as an Everlark one shot with a particular character of a particular kind thrown into the mix? I’d hope so lol! But hey there; quite the unexpected twist from me, yes? Considering how much I absolutely ROAST the guy who shows up in this story.

I wanted to do it as a fun little exercise however! Oddly enough, I think it was burning his trading card at Toastcon that gave me the extra motivation to go through with this fjkdskds. CATHARTIC, PERHAPS? I have had a headcanon for quite some time though, one where Gale matures enough to actually come back to Twelve to face Katniss and consequently Peeta as well. I decided to play with that idea, and it was definitely fun/challenging figuring out how everyone would react, Katniss especially.

Now, I know this may be a little less than ideal content for some shippers lol! If you’re anything like me, his name alone is enough to send you into a “HMMNOTHANK” most of the time. But I’d definitely appreciate some open-mindedness for this one! Katniss may not throw up Gale, no, but she definitely has some OPINIONS.

So without further adoooooo...

Open Up

I feel relaxed for the first time in weeks. Curled up into the couch, my hands laced over my stomach, my unborn baby stirring softly within...

The scent of Peeta’s baking cheesebuns a comforting perfume in the air, the rain gently tapping against the glass of the window, the warmth of the fire blanketing both body and soul...

It’s nice. And very much needed. Getting this deep into my pregnancy has caused a whirlwind of emotion. Terrors have been frequenting my dreams more often than not. Panic has overtaken me more than relief has. Uncertainty has danced through my system in contrast to the usual steadiness.

I don’t know; something’s different about today. It feels like everything has fallen into place, everything’s where it should be. All my favorite things have lined up to swaddle me in comfort, swaddle me in relief. Seems like not too many things could threaten such a wonderful, easygoing morning.

“Love?”

The familiar, handsome voice calling from the kitchen breaks me from my thoughts, but not from my eased state, in fact adding to it. A warm smile stretches my cheeks as I reply back.

“Hmm?”

“Doing alright in there?”

I can hear him still working as he talks, pounding dough and bustling around the kitchen. I bite my lip, smiling more as I picture his concentration.

“I guess.”

Now, he halts, giving a firm slap to the dough before pausing.

“You guess?”

I shake my head softly; so protective as always. He’s got even more so with my pregnancy. Even the slightest bit of upset or discomfort on my part will get him leaping to action. If it were anyone else, it would almost be annoying. But with him, with my husband...it’s strangely endearing.

I worry my lip more, puffing with mirth. Shouldn’t worry him, I guess, so my response turns to teasing.

“Just missing someone. He’s wrapped up in his work though, so maybe I shouldn’t bother him.”

I can practically hear the tension in the kitchen break, Peeta sighing before falling victim to laughter.

“Oh,” he snickers, and continues on with baking, “Well, yeah, he is pretty busy making cheesebuns for his two favorite people. Not that he would mind the company, but such a distraction might put said cheesebuns on hold.”

“That might be a risk I’m willing to take,” I murmur back.

I know my husband’s grinning tremendously, the warmth from his smile outdoing the heat from the fire in the hearth.

“Really?” he chuckles, “You’d cast aside cheesebuns for this person? Are we talking about the same Katniss here?”

Now I’m laughing as well, shaking my head once more before heaving my rotund form off my perch, readying myself to saunter towards the kitchen.

“Guess I love him a bit more than his baking. Only a bit though.”

Again, Peeta laughs, a joyous, wonderful sound that brings me to the same level.

“Hmm, sounds about right,” he snorts, “Well, if not a cheesebun, he definitely has a kiss with your name on it.”

My heart flips, absentmindedly licking my lips as I picture his offer. Despite the aches and pains coursing through my body from being late into term, I begin to waddle my way towards the lovely enticements in the kitchen.

“He sounds cheesier than what he’s making,” I say, a blush dusting across my cheeks as I add, “Guess that’s why I love him more.”

“I’m going to cut this third person thing we have going only to say that I love you too.”

I blush even harder, and am just a few waddles away from entering the kitchen, a few waddles away from collapsing into my husband’s embrace, when my jinxing words decide to catch up with me.

Because the morning does indeed shift. Not with anything bad, per say, but with something very unexpected; a series of knocks sounds from our front door.

The warmth surging through me is quick to shift to the opposite, every part of me freezing. I try not to grow anxious, but it’s difficult not to. Though mysterious visitors are often just Haymitch, or Sae, or even Hazelle, some deep recess of my mind always worries about it being someone from the Capitol.

Especially now, with a pure little unscathed life growing deep within me.

What if they’re here to take Peeta and I back on some twisted Victors’ Tour. What if they’re here to reap us into a new set of Games. What if they’re here to take my child, our child, away, leading it to death before I could even ease it into life...

I hadn’t even realized I had been shivering with quick breaths until Peeta’s voice sounds to ground me.

“Katniss?” he asks, his tone a strong whisper, “Who-”

The knocks persist, cutting us both off. My anxiety hikes up, my arms subconsciously wrapping around my stomach. I take steps away from the outside world, visions rolling dark throughout my head.

“I...I can’t...” I wheeze, silently begging my husband for help. He understands almost immediately, our closeness seemingly connecting our minds.

“It’s alright,” he murmurs, his voice soothing, though I think I can hear a hint of concern, “It’s alright, Katniss. Let me just clean my hands off and then I’ll answ-”

Once more, we’re cut off. This time though, not from knocks. This time, it’s from my name, my name being uttered from someone different than Peeta.

“Katniss?”

I didn’t think it was possible to freeze more. But I do, every ounce of me locking up at the voice on the other side of the wood. It sounds incredibly strange, but all too familiar. Absolutely awful, but oddly wonderful all the same. 

Following along with the contrasts, my body remains rigidly still, all except for my arm, which slowly and cautiously reaches for the door’s handle. I don’t know what or who I’m expecting to see. I don’t know what to expect. But when I hear a soft, “I know you’re in there,” I’m able to summon enough strength to breech the final barrier between myself and the “stranger.”

Although it’s definitely not a stranger. And it’s not Sae, or Haymitch, or anyone from the Capitol. And I’m not sure if it’s way better than seeing a Peacekeeper at our door, or far worse.

Talk about locking up; I go utterly cold. My eyes turn wild, my mouth hangs agape, my grip on the door runs iron. And once more, my body and mind go to war, leaving me awkwardly hanging in the middle, unsure of what to do, unsure of how to react.

Part of me wants to start sobbing, crying at the notion of something returning from the dead. Part of me wants to slam the door, to forget I ever saw the person standing before me. Part of me wants to scream until my voice runs raw, shrieking my pain from the past few years.

Instead, I’m left doing absolutely nothing, simply staring in complete shock. 

The inner battle within me continues, and a reaction birthed from pure instinct presents itself. Vile things form on the tip of my tongue, anger being the first to pull ahead in my internal fight. But, just as fast, my heart is quick to douse the flames, preventing anything from being said.

It’s quite the brawl, between body and spirit. Before a side can come out on top though, before I can truly react, truly process, I hear shuffling behind me. Then, comes the voice the eases my soul, but unfortunately leaves me more aware of reality.

“Katniss? Who’s at the...”

Much be pretty extraordinary if Peeta finds himself speechless too.

We all remain in a tense, uncomfortable silence for a beat. But of course, my husband is the one to cut through. Amicable and wonderful as always, even in a situation like this. So I’m not surprised at all to feel him slide up behind me, his presence warm and welcoming.

And with a composure I wish I had, I watch as he extends a hand in greeting to the man before us, followed by the name I’ve tried not to think about in years.

“Gale...” Peeta murmurs, “It’s...a surprise to see you back in Twelve!”

Gale.

I’m not sure whether I want to vomit, smile, or dart back into the house.

But with my husband behind me, and the initial shock wearing off, I settle on actually looking at him, actually taking him in.

He looks so incredibly similar to how he did when we parted. I’m not sure how that’s even possible; it’s been years. I guess the only difference would be that he looks fitter, more composed. Like the kind of person who should be working in District Two.

But I can still see the familiarity in his grey eyes, the concentration in his gaze that I saw so often when we were hunting. Now, instead of using it to figure out snares and traps, I watch as it washes over my form. My very vulnerable, very pregnant form. It seems to settle on my stomach, his brow furrowing just enough to rouse a reaction from me.

I suddenly feel incredibly self-conscious, judged, and uncomfortable. I can’t imagine he’s not sneering at the fact that I’m pregnant with another man’s child, scowling in jealousy like he did not too long ago.

Bile rises in my throat, and I cast my gaze downwards, shutting myself out from the situation. The only thing I choose to focus on is my husband, inhaling his therapeutic cinnamon and dill scent, relishing in the warmth of his body pressed against mine.

The small ounce of my conscious paying attention braces for the usual snarky comment from Gale. But strangely enough, he simply returns my husband’s greeting, shaking Peeta’s hand back.

“Peeta. Yeah it’s...definitely been a while.”

His voice even sounds similar. Strong, authoritative, steady. It takes me back to the better times between us, but of course, it also takes me back to the terrible. I feel my throat tighten further, and I still find myself unable to look at him. Instead, I lean back to seek the same comfort I’ve been receiving all these years, my own true solace.

Peeta’s quick to deliver, slipping his hand around my hip when he retracts it from Gale’s, holding me close. I can’t tell if his arm around me is a protective or a possessive gesture. Either way, it does its intended purpose, soothing me and ironing out the high peaks of anxiety.

“How have you been doing?” Peeta asks, thankfully keeping the awkward silences somewhat at bay.

“Ahh, pretty good. Keeping busy in Two.”

The mention of Gale’s job, his life, causes me to shiver slightly. Though Peeta tightens his grip around me, every ounce of his warmth pouring into my veins, my nerves continue to wave. I want nothing more than to bury my face in Peeta’s chest, to hide myself away from all of this. Even though it’s not much, simply catching up and exchanging pleasantries, it’s...more than overwhelming. I wasn’t ready for this. I want to go back to the regular, gentle day we were having, go back to focusing on my life and the life I’m preparing to welcome.

But, Gale being stubborn and Peeta being more than polite, neither give me that option, continuing to converse.

“...Take it things are going well for the two of you?”

Even after all these years, I think I can recognize that tone. Seemingly well intended, but laced with jealousy and negativity. Does nothing but make my urge to flee stronger, my trembles more intense.

Peeta begins to softly caress my hip, my lower back, rubbing tender circles as he carries on with the conversation.

“Yeah. We’re slowly starting to rebuild. Opened the bakery back up, and the forest continues to provide. Life’s been...getting back to normal really.”

My husband definitely doesn’t disappoint; even if Gale had been making some kind of stab at our relationship, at my pregnancy, Peeta stepped entirely around it. It makes me relax a tad, leaning even further into his touch.

“That’s good to hear. You seem like you’re doing much better,” Gale says.

My relaxation is short lived, tensing back up at Gale’s words. That’s...strange for him to say. Years ago he didn’t want Peeta to get better; him being well was too much competition. And now he’s commenting on my husband’s well being?

“I am, thank you,” Peeta murmurs, before looking down in my direction, “It’s been rocky at times but...We’ve really helped each other through a lot.”

“I can tell.”

Gale pauses for a moment, before taking a breath and continuing in a softer voice, “I’m...glad you two have each other.”

Now there’s a silence that even Peeta can’t mend, the both of us stunned at such a different character. I raise my head slightly, though still not looking Gale in the eyes, confusion surging in to mix with the nerves. Almost as if on cue, Gale inhales before breaking through.

“Guess you’re wondering why I’m at your front door?”

It’s like Peeta suddenly becomes fully aware of his surroundings; I guess Gale showing up was enough to shock him into greying out as well. He tenses slightly, looking down at me, back to Gale, and then down at me again, his mouth flopping a few times. I hear him swallow hard, before he releases with a sigh, almost like he was fighting something as well.

“Oh, sorry; would you like to come in out of the rain?”

“Yeah, thanks. Not quite used to this weather anymore.”

The two share a good-natured chuckle, keeping the atmosphere cordial. But, cordial as it may be, and as friendly as my husband is, it doesn’t stop my vision from nearly blacking out. There’s something about inviting Gale into our household that almost makes the contents of my stomach reappear onto our porch. Maybe because inviting him in almost feels like letting him back into my life, neither of which I’m ready for at all.

I can barely handle my pregnancy, can barely handle my past nightmares. How the hell am I expected to handle an individual who carries such immense weight with him, who’s left such a hefty scar across my body?

My form signals to me that I’ve had enough, and before either of them can say anything more, I tear myself away. I move the fastest I have in weeks, practically ignoring the added weight in my abdomen as I glide across the cold floor. I’m quick to find a bathroom, and I barely have time to sink in front of the toilet before the retching begins.

I cough harshly, tears streaming down my face as I fiercely grip the porcelain. Nothing comes up, but my body continues to react, heaving all the while. A scream builds up in my throat, but it comes out as a gag, dampened by all my rampant emotions.

There I remain until both physical and mental exhaustion kick in, my entire form slumping downwards. I wheeze, breathing heavily as I claw my way across the floor, easing myself to the bathroom door. I prop myself against it, leaning on it as I rake my hands across my face, tears still a plenty.

I expect to be reduced to sobs, or screams, but I find that I’m numb instead. I’m motionless, remaining against the doorway, now impervious to the conversation on the other end. I have no choice but to listen in, to be subjected to whatever is so important.

I wait for Gale to drop some big news, some kind of something from the likes of District Two. But instead, the conversation between he and Peeta continues to sound entirely casual.

“Did you want anything to drink? Or eat?” I hear Peeta ask.

“No, I’m good, but thanks,” Gale replies.

I hear them pass through the house, the two of them heading to either the living room or the kitchen. They probably think they’re out of ear shot, or that I’m not listening. They’d be wrong; I’m entirely attuned.

There’s another awkward beat, one silent enough for me to hear my heart pounding in my ears. This time, Gale’s surprisingly the one to break it, with something rather unexpected.

“...So when’s the baby coming?”

I feel my fists tighten on their own accord, an ember of anger alighting within me. It may have been a perfectly innocent question once again, but it reeks of envy and bitterness.

Thankfully, my husband’s warmth combats the negative fire; I can almost feel the heat of his smile as he gingerly answers.

“In a few weeks, we think. That’s what the doctor keeps telling us anyway.”

“You excited?”

“Yeah, absolutely,” Peeta chuckles softly, “I’ve wanted to be a Dad for...a while.”

Picturing the look on my husband’s face and hearing his current contentment soothes me, my form easing a bit against the door. But because fire is here to combat my own, Gale speaking gets me tensing right back up again.

“And Katniss?”

I clench my jaw, my hands lacing protectively across my stomach. I’m half-tempted to burst out, to hiss at him to leave and stop questioning my growing family. But I still find myself locked up, Peeta tenderly speaking for me.

“She’s alright,” he murmurs after a breath, “She’s been scared of course.”

I tense further, wishing I had a knife to throw if Gale dares to make some kind of snide comment towards my husband, something about him not helping me properly or me not being ready. Once again, he surprises me, simply remaining silent and allowing Peeta to continue.

“But...I think she’s excited too. She already talks to the baby a lot, and I’ll catch her singing lullabies on the occasion.”

I hear Peeta chuckle gently, before he adds, “She’s going to be a wonderful mother.”

It’s astounding how well and how quickly Peeta can bring me back down, tension sapping from a body with a ghost of a smile to match. I blow out a soft breath, tenderly starting to rub my stomach, only to freeze when another voice interjects.

“...Yeah. She will,” Gale agrees.

That sort of melancholy-laced tone takes me back to when I was so confused, to when I didn’t know what to do with myself or how I was feeling. I expect it to trigger those same awful feelings of guilt, my throat tightening in preparation.

I’m pleased when nothing of the sort arises.

Because no, there’s absolutely no questioning it now. The baby growing within me is Peeta’s. And the heart pounding in my chest belongs to him as well. It’s something that Gale has absolutely no place in wiggling himself into now. It never was. So why the hell is he-

“Guess you’re wondering why I showed up here?”

I inhale sharply; guess he’s answering my question is more like it.

“Kind of,” Peeta admits.

“I came to Twelve for inspections. Decided to come here, kind of at the last minute. Partly because...”

He pauses with an exhale, and I’m barely breathing myself as he continues.

“Peeta, I wanted to apologize. And to thank you.”

It’s like everything in Twelve comes screeching to a halt. Nothing’s audible except for the rain just barely pittering outside, and my breaths puffing out in perplexed bursts. I sit up a bit, needing to shake my head and inwardly ask myself if that was real. Very out of character from what I’m used to, from what I’d expect from him.

Peeta must be on the same wavelength, his question just as soft as the raindrops on the window.

“...Pardon?”

I hear Gale take another breath, his voice taking an oddly soft tone as well.

“You’ve really taken care of each other. I can see that in the short time I’ve been here. But the way you’ve cared for Katniss...I never could’ve...”

He trails off, swallowing the old longing. I can feel myself scowling at the thought of his old self punching through whatever thing he has going now. Peeta must be making some kind of furrowed expression too, because Gale is quick to keep explaining.

“She was my best friend. And I cared about her a lot. Still do.”

I think I can feel my heart twang within my chest. Before I can think about that too much though, the flickering fire of annoyance within comes to the rescue.

“But I was just too wrapped up in myself,” Gale says, sighing, “Too wrapped up in the war. I don’t know. I didn’t pay attention to her as much as I should’ve. I didn’t realize what she wanted, didn’t know what she needed.”

He takes another deep breath.

“Obviously it was you. And I shouldn’t have fought against that as hard as I did.”

I can’t help but nod slightly against the door. Despite my distrust for him though, and the situation, I find myself continuing to listen intently.

“After the rebellion I was worried she’d never heal but...Here she is with you, alive, happy...pregnant...”

Almost as if on cue, the baby stirs softly, and I go back to rubbing my stomach. I can feel the tension levels easing down, only slightly, but still.

“Thank you for giving her this life. For being there for her. Trying to wedge myself between that was...inexcusable. I’m sorry.”

I’m surprised to feel my breath catch, and I lean my head back, looking towards the ceiling as I contemplate things, as I process. Where did this all come from? I never would have expected anything of the sort from him. The last time we saw each other, I was perfectly content on never seeing him ever again. And now he’s here, in my house, apologizing to my husband?

I shake my head again, scowling. Damn Gale. I guess I wasn’t safe from the confusion he inflicts after all.

Admittedly though, this...is far more welcomed. He’s perplexing, but not in the way I was so accustomed to years ago. 

I am still annoyed with him though, for making me attempt to figure it out.

There’s another pause, less awkward this time. Peeta must be trying to process things too. I hear him heave a gentle sigh, before he speaks up again.

“You loved her. You didn’t know what to do. We both didn’t.”

It’s the first time throughout this exchange that my husband’s words have made my throat tighten. I find myself worrying my bottom lip, knowing it’s the truth but hating to hear it.

Following the pattern of oddity, Gale gives a sort snort.

 “No, if I really loved her I wouldn’t have acted how I did. To either of you.”

The sigh that departs from deep within my lungs syncs up perfectly with Peeta’s.

“Don’t worry about it,” he murmurs, “It’s in the past now.”

“...You can’t speak for Katniss though.”

“No,” Peeta agrees, “I can’t.”

And he’s right. He can’t. Peeta understands me like no one else does, but I don’t even think he can figure out the complexity of what all I’m feeling right now. For the record, I don’t think I can either.

I didn’t ask for this. I didn’t want this. Things have already been so crazy lately. I didn’t need more wounds from my past to reopen.

And I don’t want to forgive him.

But I feel...eased. I feel slightly lifted. It’s equivalent to putting a bandaid on a scar, sure. Doesn’t erase the fact that the scar is still there. But...it still feels oddly better than having the scar ugly and untreated.

Before I can get too wrapped up in my thoughts, Peeta’s gentle and sincere voice breaks through.

“...Thank you though, Gale. I appreciate the apology.”

Some kind of movement is audible, and I imagine the two are shaking hands again. If anything, I guess I’m glad that Gale and Peeta are on better terms.

But where does that leave me.

It’s like they read my mind, my energy, directing their conversation my way after another pause.

“Should...we check on her?” Gale asks.

Peeta replies with a long breath, before audibly answering.

“I think...she just needs some time. This was all very sudden. Guess anything else will have to happen on her terms.”

I love you, Peeta.

I let out a shaky breath, feeling Gale’s tension before he relents.

“Right. Sorry for showing up with no notice.”

“It’s alright,” Peeta murmurs, letting out a huff of mirth, “Definitely took us by surprise though.”

They both share a strained, quiet laugh, before things go quiet. There’s the awkwardness again, like neither of them are sure where to proceed. They both know they can’t force me out. So after a few more pauses, Gale backs off with a sigh.

“Alright. Well, good seeing you, Peeta,” he says, “Take care of yourself.”

“You too. Safe travels.”

More pauses, before I hear a pair of departing footsteps, followed by another. I recognize the heavier tread of my husband, sounding like it’s slowly departing off towards the kitchen again. Gale sounds closer, likely heading for the front door.

And that’s when I feel completely strange. That’s when all the swirling emotions take hold. I don’t know what I’m doing. I don’t know is about to take place. But I find myself standing up and bursting through the door, tearing back through the house.

I round a corner, and freeze at the sight of him. His back is turned to me as he collects his things, but he raises his head and stills at my approach. I thought I had been silent on my feet, but I guess my pregnancy makes my footsteps a bit harder. That, or his hunting background must still be evident despite years in District Two.

Either way, I inwardly curse, and consider darting away before he can say anything.

I find that I’m still locked into place though. And he beats me to it anyway.

“I don’t expect you to forgive me.”

Him talking to Peeta was easy to stomach. But for some reason, him talking to me after so long instantly makes me defensive, a scowl hardening my features with building nasty words to match.

“I wouldn’t forgive me either,” he continues, still turned away from me, “But I have to apologize to you anyway.”

I feel myself trembling, close to bolting or yelling, I’m not sure which. Again, he doesn’t give the luxury of deciding. He instead turns to face me, our grey eyes connecting in a strange hold. It’s very quick to make me feel nauseous, the whole thing a bit much to handle. I don’t know why I chased him in the first place.

I want Peeta. I want to go back into hiding. I want...

“Katniss...” he says, his voice saddened and just barely above a whisper.

My nostrils flare, numerous responses attempting to surface but failing. He takes it as a cue to go on.

“Will you at least listen to what I have to say?”

My body tenses up, like a cat arching its spine. I don’t say yes, but I don’t say no either. That leaves us in a strange limbo for a bit, with Gale being the one to venture out of it.

“I was bent out of shape. I was too caught up in my own interests. So caught up that I forgot how to treat you as my best friend. Hardly anything else mattered.”

I’m heaving shaky breaths, feeling a glassy, angry sheen form at the bottom of my eyes.

“It wasn’t right of me at all. It won me the battle I was fighting but at what cost.”

I watch as he swallows hard, his expression dropping further.

“Katniss, I’m so sorry about...”

He chokes on his apology, unable to finish. I know what he’s referring to though. The thought is enough to break the glass, a single, hot tear rolling down my cheek. I want so badly to swipe it away, but I’m completely motionless.

At this, he seems to droop, pain clearly reading across his face.

“I’m sorry...”

I close my eyes, trying not to think too hard about anything. I attempt to shut it out, reverting to hardness as I always have.

“We’ve been here before, Gale,” I say, my tone cold but catching slightly at the utterance of his name.

“I know. And nothing I can say will fix it.”

“No.” 

He heaves a shaky breath himself, and switches course away from that awful topic.

“So, I guess I’ll just say that...I’m so happy for you.”

This is enough to bring my eyes back into view, and I’m stunned to see him wearing a sad smile.

“I never would have been able to say this years ago. But really, I’m happy you’re here, with Peeta. He...really cares about you. And it’s good to see that you’re happy too. That you love him.”

I blink slowly, instinctively resting my hands atop my stomach at the talk of my husband, the talk of love.

“That’s all I could have wanted. You to be happy and safe. And he’s done that for you. All that and more. I’m glad, Katniss. I really am.”

I don’t want to believe him. I don’t want to believe any of this. But his expression, his voice...It all seems so oddly genuine. I mean, why would he show up here to say all of this if he didn’t really mean it?

My breath catches, and I blow it out slowly, beginning to shift my hands across the strained fabric of my shirt, comforting myself. I nearly stop when I see Gale’s gaze momentarily flit down to my stomach, but it’s too quick of a glance.

“Seeing you...like this...I know everything’s just right for you. And that he was right all along.”

“It is. He is.”

I of course expect him to sulk, but he simply nods, continuing to gently smile.

“I think I can breathe easier now, that’s for sure.”

I fall slightly agape, unable to hide the perplexity swirling around my subconscious.

“Why...do you...”

“Care?” he finishes for me.

When I give a slight nod, he continues, “Spending time away from home made me reflect I guess. It’s weird being there without really knowing anyone. It’s weird not being able to hunt.”

It’s his turn to look away, his eyes flitting down for a moment before reconnecting with mine.

“...I’ve missed you, Katniss.”

It’s back to me looking away, my throat tightening up as well. I can feel his gaze on me, and lets out a mirthless puff of air.

“Know that’s probably not mutual.”

I’m about to start scowling at what sounds like a guilt trip, but he sweeps away my building annoyance.

“Which is okay. And...understandable,” he huffs.

Another awkward beat, the two of us shifting on our feet. Of course Gale is the one to cut it, his voice the gentlest it’s been this entire time.

“I just had to apologize. Get that all off my chest. I owed it to both you and Peeta for too long. I really am sorry, Katniss. For everything.”

When I don’t respond, hanging my head as moisture settles in my eyes again, he lets out another sigh. 

I won’t forgive him. I can’t forgive him. But I can at least...accept this, accept what he’s said. I can at least acknowledge that I appreciate his strange shift in mindsets.

Not with words though, of course. Not by saying something. So, almost as if on their own accord, my feet are carrying me towards him, closing our proximity for the first time in nearly a decade. I barely have the time to register his shocked expression before I’m against him, as best as my rotund stomach will allow.

The feeling of him against me, the ashen scent that floods my nose, is almost enough to make me gag, to make me think that this was a mistake. I’ve gotten accustomed to speaking through physical gestures. But with him, with Gale...

I tense, my breath speeding up considerably. But when he slowly and hesitantly completes the embrace, when his arms come around me...

There’s an absence of warmth, yes. But the familiarity, the promise of sincerity in his apology...

One or two tears manage to break free, streaming down my cheeks and signalling a breach in my composure. I have to break away before I let my emotions get the best of me. I guess after all of these years, after everything that happened, I still can’t let him see me cry. So I tug back against his hug, breaking it and avoiding his gaze.

“You and Peeta take care of yourselves,” he murmurs, finally signalling his departure.

I nod softly, starting to fidget with the bottom of my shirt.

“And...congratulations,” he says; I can see him nod towards my stomach out of the corner of my eye, “I can’t believe you’re about to become a mother...”

Again, I nod, my lip trembling ever so slightly.

There’s another pause, and then he murmurs his departing words.

“Good seeing you, Catnip...”

I heave at the utterance of the old nickname, finally looking at him again. He gives me one last saddened smile, before slowly turning back towards the door. He opens it, and is quick to venture out into the rainy weather, his form disappearing into the mists of Twelve like a shadowy apparition, like he was never even here.

I walk out onto the porch after he goes, before stepping into the gentle rain myself. I need it to stay in touch with reality. I need it to make sure that wasn’t some weird dream.

My grey gaze travels skyward towards the matching clouds, allowing the cold droplets to splash across my face. It feels cleansing, therapeutic.

Kind of like...the whole exchange that was just had. Cold, could be considered unpleasant even, but...perhaps needed. Cathartic.

Like some kind of weird closure to something that was so painful.

I open my eyes and lower my head, blinking away the tears and rain. I suddenly feel chilled out in the deluge, after such a conversation, needing warmth like nothing else. I spin on my heels and dart back into the house, seeking the only person who can give me that.

“...Peeta?” I call, though it comes out more like a whimper, my composure swaying dangerously.

“In here, love,” he tenderly replies.

I follow his voice into the living room to find him sitting on the couch in front of the roaring fire, a fresh plate of cheesebuns on the coffee table beside him. He’s wrapped in a blanket, and as grey meets soft blue, he holds it open in an invitation, one I don’t hesitate in taking.

In mere seconds I’m against him, burying my face into his neck, into everything that he is. And as he wraps half of the blanket around me, as he nuzzles me and peppers me with comforting kisses, all the crazy emotions that had been boiling up in me surface.

I cry. I sob. I wheeze my tears against my husband until I can barely breathe. He’s extraordinarily patient with me throughout, letting me get it out and not saying a word, simply stroking my hair or giving me soft kisses.

When I’ve exhausted myself, when I’ve drained myself of feeling, I sniffle and reveal my face again, snuggling further against Peeta. He of course is aware of the shift, and wraps his arms around me in a loving embrace.

“Hey...” he whispers, pressing his lips against my forehead, “You okay?”

“I...I think so...” I whisper back, my chest continuing to shiver with the occasional sob.

Peeta nods slowly, and continues to caress and kiss me. I have to give him credit; he doesn’t pry, doesn’t ask any questions about what happened. He puts the conversation entirely in my hands, only discussing what I feel comfortable with.

I allow the shivers coursing through my system to lessen, the fire and rain to soothe, and my husband to nurture, before I softly speak up again.

“He tried to apologize before...”

Peeta stops peppering me with his lips only to lean back a tad, listening intently to my soft explanation.

“After...after Prim...”

Her name comes out as a croak, which gets me another gentle kiss to the cheek before my husband leans back once more.

“I couldn’t forgive him then. Still couldn’t now.”

I can see Peeta’s mouth slightly tighten out of the corner of my eye, but he doesn’t say anything, simply nodding.

“I don’t know though...Something felt...different today...Better...”

“Yeah?” Peeta murmurs.

“Yeah...I don’t know. Maybe I’m just wrapped up in how unexpected it was...And weird...”

My husband lets out a puff of mirth, his hand softly drifting across my shoulder, rubbing gentle caresses

“It was...pretty weird, admittedly,” he agrees with a chuckle, before his voice runs serious again, “But...I think it was a good thing...”

I nod slowly, simply gazing towards the fire as I think things over. The flames have lessened a bit, not crackling and popping as strongly. Just like Gale; his flames seemed to have died down too. Neither are as aggressive anymore, as overpowering. That’s definitely not a bad thing at all.

A soft sigh huffs from my nose. I wonder if he’s ever going to stop by again. I don’t think I’d be affected if he didn’t. But I also don’t think I’d be full of hatred if he did.

Strange. I didn’t expect to make some sort of semblance of peace with so many things today. Everything really does seem to be easing into harmony, into gentleness.

“What about you?” I finally murmur into the comfortable silence.

“Hmm?”

“How’re you feeling about it?”

“Oh,” Peeta replies with a puff of soft laughter, “Ah, about the same as you I guess. Weirded out.”

I return the huff of laughter, and my husband chuckles more before continuing.

“I just...never expected him to show me gratitude.”

“Or apologize.”

“Oh, you heard?”

I nod, my voice dropping a tad in pitch, protectiveness and possessiveness swirling throughout.

“About time he actually showed you proper respect and appreciation.”

My sudden seriousness must take Peeta by surprise, because he halts his caresses and movements. When he gets a load of my scowl though, my grumpiness, he lets out another soft huff, his facial expression melting back into tenderness.

“I appreciate your concern, but I don’t really matter in this, sweetheart. What’s more important to me is that he showed that respect to you.”

“No, he needed to understand how much I love you, Peeta. How much you mean to me. I don’t think he does entirely, don’t think anyone does. At least he has a better idea now.”

Again, I’ve stunned my husband. Only this time, I can see a wonderful, shy smile slowly stretching his features. It reminds me of the smile he gave me when I thanked him for the pearl, or the smile he gave me when I first told him I loved him.

He hangs his head a bit, letting out a soft laugh.

“You’re...incredible, you know that?”

I feel my scowl shifting towards a smile now as well, shaking my head at his compliment.

“Alright. Well, how about we say that...it was good for both of us, and that I love you to the point where I can’t properly express it myself,” he murmurs.

“Hmm...Guess I’ll have to settle for that.”

This time when Peeta laughs, I’m unable to stop myself from doing so too. And I finally turn to look at him for the first time since sitting down, as he’s actually the person I can give a proper physical gesture to.

“Peeta?”

“Hmm?”

I take a moment to appreciate his tender stare, his striking features, his ever growing smile when our eyes meet. I cannot help but smile softly in return, my tone growing lighter.

“There’s...a kiss with your name on it...”

The way his face manages to light up even more, even brighter than the embers beside us, melts my heart.

We kiss and embrace until we run hotter than the fire, until the cheesebuns beside us run cold. We caress until the cold dampness still clinging to my skin shifts elsewhere, until the possessiveness really wants to take over. We ravish each other until we drown out the rain pounding on the roof, until we give each other all the love and appreciation we can offer.

Later, we lay in bed as both us and the evening weather cool down, our bare bodies tangled and our hands laced across our precious one nestled within me. Mental and physical exhaustion set in as I nestle closer to Peeta, lazily peppering him with kisses. But after everything, after such an odd turn of events...I feel whole.

My week had started with mounting worry, with growing fear. And now, it’s ending with heightening peace, with easing tension. It’s ending with things tying up in strange, lovely little knots. It’d ending with more of a focus on what’s ahead, less of what’s behind us.

In the loving arms of my husband, I don’t have any nightmares. And with the apologies still hanging in my conscious, my scars hurt a little less.

[isitgintimeyet]

Just A Friend

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Chapter 8: From Dresses to Disco

I don’t have a huge wardrobe but, generally, I can lay hands on an outfit for most situations. For work, if I’m not in scrubs, I tend to wear plain black trousers and a shirt; for relaxing, I have more than enough jeans, leggings and comfy sweaters; for holidays, I have the usual range of shorts, t-shirts and sundresses.

I realise as I flick through the hangers in my wardrobe that what I am missing are outfits in the ‘dinner-dance-purely-platonic-plus-one’ category. And, what’s more, I don’t actually know how formal this thing is going to be.

Jamie was no use at all when I spoke to him about it.

“What sort of thing will your sister be wearing?” I asked as we met for coffee and a bacon sandwich two days ago.

“I dinna ken. A dress?” He hazarded a guess, looking a bit perplexed that I would even ask him.

“Long or short?” I persisted.

“Yes.”

“Well, which? Long or short?”

“Aye, one of them.”

“What are you wearing then... kilt? Black tie? Lounge suit?” This might give me a clue as to the dress code.

“I dare say I’ll be wearing a suit and tie.”

And that was as much assistance as I got from him.

I make the decision to go short. Partly because I don’t want to feel overdressed on Saturday, but mainly because the only long dress I have in my possession was purchased for a university Medics’ ball in 2008. And it’s crinkly satin with a side split and a wide leather belt that went with an over the top diamanté headband around my forehead.

Obviously, I will never wear it again, but I’m loath to part with it anyway. It reminds me of my time at university. Plus, it may come in handy… for a fancy dress party perhaps?

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Geillis has decided, on the spur of the moment, to ‘jes’ pop ‘round fer a wee glass of wine’. That’s just a cover. What she actually wants is a ‘wee glass of wine’ while supervising my dress selection.

She takes a sip and reclines on my bed, casting a critical eye as I pull a few dresses out of my wardrobe and lay them next to her.  She’s not giving much away as she continues to study them.

“Well?” I stand at the end of the bed and stare at her, waiting for her comments.

“I canna give ye ma answer ‘till I’ve seen them all,” she replies.

“That’s it. That’s all my fancy evening dresses.”

She stares at me in disbelief, before gazing once more at the three dresses displayed on the bed.

“Ye dinna have any more cocktail dresses, then?”

I shake my head. “‘Fraid not. When I go cocktail drinking, I tend to wear something more casual. There’s not a great call for fancy frocks when it’s two for one cocktails at the ‘Slug and Lettuce’.”

She sighs very loudly and grimaces. We’ve had these conversations often enough over the years. She despairs about my lack of interest in fashion. It’s true, I can’t tell a Marc Jacobs from a Marks and Spencer. Well, I possibly could, but you get my drift. I tried to be fashionable back in 2008 and look where it got me— wearing a dress that resembled a sweetie wrapper with a headband that brought me out in a rash.

I sometimes wonder if the real reason that she has asked me to be a bridesmaid has less to do with being best friends and more to do with being able to control what I’m going to wear. I’m joking of course, it’s because we’re best friends— Geillis choosing my dress is just an added perk for her.

“So, I think ye wear this one.” She gets up, moves me to one side and quickly rifles through the wardrobe, giving a cry of triumph as she finds what she’s looking for.

I knew it—I knew she would remember that dress. She was with me when I bought it— a late night Sauvignon Blanc fuelled online purchase. She describes it as my “hello boys” dress. I’ve never worn it and this is not the occasion for its inaugural outing.

I mean, it’s a lovely dress— black with an off the shoulder bardot neckline and very, very form fitting. But totally not the message I want to send to Jamie.

I shake my head. “Nope… no way. Not that one.”

I point instead to a dress lying on the bed, originally bought for a hospital fundraiser last year. It’s very nice and infinitely more suitable— black with sparkly red splodges; a slight v neck and fitted bodice going into a flared skirt. It even has pockets.

Geillis raises her hands in exasperation. “Fine. Have it yer way. But, Claire, do ye no’ want tae mebbe try it?”

I grab the dress from her and stuff it back in the wardrobe, ignoring her last comment. But she doesn’t give up so easily.

“See what could happen, eh?”

I turn to face her. “I know what could happen. He’ll think that I’m after him and that I’ll be it. End of friendship.”

“But mebbe—“

I interrupt her. “No maybe about it. Besides all this is missing the point. I want Jamie in my life as a friend, the same way that you and Mary and Anna are in my life. I don’t want anything more from him. I don’t need any romance. Can you understand that?”

“Aye but—“

She’s still not willing to drop the subject and I’ve had enough. I drain my glass of wine and start to walk out of the bedroom.

“No buts. That’s it. Just drop it, please.” At the doorway, I pause. “Now, do you want another glass?”

She starts to follow me. “Of course. And sorry,Claire, I dinna mean tae annoy ye. It’s jes’—“ she stops herself before saying anymore.

“Ok... Shall we order a takeaway,then?”

As I head into the living room, with Geillis following, I’m pretty sure I can hear her muttering under her breath about taking chances.

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Jamie said he would pick me up at seven. I’m clearly still working on Frank time, as I’m ready with fifteen minutes to spare. I perch on the edge of a chair, trying not to crease my dress, smudge my mascara or run my fingers through my hair.

I must admit, I have enjoyed the whole formal dressing up process. It’s not something I do too often— my socialising tends to be of a more relaxed nature. But this makes a welcome change.

With five minutes to spare, the bell rings. I gather up my pashmina and clutch bag and make my way downstairs, my high heeled sandals making a clacking sound against the old floor tiles.

Jamie is waiting outside, next to his old french blue Triumph Stag sports car. Like he said, he’s wearing a suit—dark grey instead of his usual navy blue. Still with a white shirt and a rust coloured paisley tie. His auburn curls nestle against his jacket collar. He looks immaculate.

In a parody of a chauffeur, he touches his forelock, bows and opens the passenger door for me. “M’lady,” he adds with his customary half grin.

“Thank you, Parker,” I reply primly and arrange my skirt under me as he scoots around to the driver side.

I do like this car. It’s old, a bit threadbare in places and smells slightly of damp. But it positively oozes vintage style and glamour. Fortunately the hardtop is on as the clouds are gathering ominously overhead.

“I thought we were getting a taxi. Are you not drinking?” I ask as he starts to drive.

Keeping his eyes on the road, he snorts with laughter. “No’ drinking? What kind of rugby ‘do’ d’ye think this is? No, I’ll leave the car at the club and we can get a taxi, if that’s ok wi’ ye.”

We drive on in silence for a couple of miles. Not an awkward silence, just a we-don’t-really-have-to -make-small-talk kind of silence.

“I’d have thought you’d be wearing a kilt tonight.” I comment.

“Hmm, weel, I do like tae wear it fer special occasions, but, when the rugby lads get together, who kens what can happen. Trousers tend tae be the safer option.”

“You could always wear underpants,” I suggest.

He looks horrified at the suggestion. “Dinna be saying that tae a true Scot, Sassenach.”

“I consider myself suitably chastised.”

“Glad ye realise that.” He smiles and changes the subject totally. “Sae, on our table this evening, there’ll be ma sister Jenny and her husband Ian, and Rupert, ye ken Rupert, and his wife Morag.”

“Oh, so you know Rupert— outside of work, I mean.”

“Aye, we grew up together. And Ian too. Mind, he was a couple of years older than Rupert and me— same age as Jenny—and always used tae follow her around like a wee pup. I’ve only known Morag a couple of years though. She’s nice but verra quiet. She lets Rupert do most of the talking.”

“I liked Rupert.”

“He’s a great bloke. Best decision I made, asking him tae join me at FraserFoods. Ian’s a great bloke too. Ye’ll like him.”

Jamie pulls the car into the rugby club car park,  and switches the engine off. He sits still for a moment, staring through the windscreen. I can hear music coming from the large marquee lit up with lanterns and residing on one of the rugby pitches. Even though it’s early in the evening, there’s plenty of raucous laughter coming from that direction too. No doubt the bar has already seen plenty of action.

“Well?” I elbow him in the ribs.

“Sorry. I was jes’ thinking about how best tae describe Jenny.” He turns and smiles. “She’s the best sister a chap could want and a true friend— once she gets tae know ye. She can be a wee bit, shall we say, prickly, at first. And she thinks she kens what’s best fer me, as only a big sister can. She thinks ma life is no’ complete… no’ wi’out a wife and a couple of bairns.”

“Have you explained that this isn’t a date… that we’re friends?”

“Aye, I’ve told her that,” he gives a little laugh and nods his head towards the marquee.  “Sae she’ll most likely be in there right now scouring the place fer any suitable contenders.”

He gets out of the car and is at the passenger door before I’ve had a chance to unfasten my seatbelt and gather my pashmina around my shoulders.

“M’lady,” resuming the chauffeur role, he opens the door for me.

I clamber out, somewhat ungainly and wait as he locks the car. Even with my highest heels on, I still have to crane my neck to look at him as he stands up straight and adjusts his jacket.

“Shall we?” He gestures the marquee with his hand.

“God, yes. I could do with a gin and tonic. I’m parched.” Plus, I reckon I need a stiff drink or two down my throat before I meet Jenny. She sounds formidable.

“C’mon then.” And he leads the way into the marquee.

[clairelutra]

How about Akirann for Monster/Monster Hunter/Monster Tamer AU?

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full admission that i no longer have any idea what i’m doing

Being a vampire granted Akira a certain kind of immortality that was dead useful for monster hunting, but (perhaps understandably) something he didn’t really want spread around, especially among the clients that hired him to hunt, well. Monsters.

That meant trying to fake the song and dance of being very careful around the siren he’d been hired to put down.

Sirens were a subset of charm-witches, likely but not necessarily humanoid, who sang a deadly song to lure men to their deaths. Truly a terrifying prospect if you didn’t have magical immunity, or so he’d gathered from the the pale faces of the villagers who lived next to the inlet where she resided.

(There’s only been one casualty in the whole time she’d been here, which was making him doubt that this was a siren at all. It could also be a lost mermaid who liked to sing, a lonely river nymph, or even just an average copycat with bad luck. Hell, it could be a human for all the evidence the villagers were willing to part with.

Still. They were paying him. The commission he got would pay for his Phantom Thief guild membership for another year. His pride wasn’t above that.)

All this to say that it was with less trepidation that he maybe should have felt that he tracked the pretty tune that lurked at the edge of the glade down to the water’s edge

The target in question was classically seated naked on a rock, almost definitely a siren, and looking very lonely indeed as she swished her bare toes in the waves.

...Wasn’t he supposed to be immune to charm spells?

All he wanted to do was...

Mmmm, bad line of thought. He shook off the distraction and reached for his silver bullets, quietly loading his gun and cocking it at the siren.

She looked up sharply at the noise, locking slit golden eyes with his own grey, and he waited out that one suspended moment.

(Sirens never failed to surprise, and it had been far too long since he’d had a fight.)

Then she squawked, jumped, and flailed ungracefully until she crashed face first into the water, barely submerged in the shallows.

Akira slowly lowered the gun, bemused.

...Well.

He had said that sirens never failed to surprise.

She just laid there for a second, then lurched up and backwards, shooting one highly alarmed glance in his direction before scrambling behind the rock with a rather unstealthy series of splashes.

“Um, don’t shoot?” she squeaked once hidden.

He’d be honest here; he’d never met a siren who used ‘charmingly inept’ as a seduction tactic.

(It was working, though. He had to give her that.)

“Are you the siren that’s been haunting that village over there?”

“Um...” she said, and peeked around the rock. Her single visible eye had gone from gold to sky blue. “Kiiiind of? I-it’s a long story.”

“I was hired to exterminate you,” he informed her mildly. It was a much less appealing prospect than it had been before he’d heard her speak, but, well. Siren. That was the whole point. “You’ve been luring men to their deaths.”

“Oh, come on!” she snapped. Her head disappeared behind the rock again, this time with a scowl. “It was just one! And he deserved it!”

“Did he?” All the reports he’d heard of Baron Kamoshida had been glowing. Most were horrified and heartbroken that he was gone.

“My best friend. He ruined her. Death was too kind.”

It was spoken in the flat, hard tone of someone who’d run the question over in their mind many times and come to the same conclusion every repetition.

“...Touché.”

She sighed, sounding exhausted, then: “Oh! Maybe you’d know—is there any way to unbecome a siren? He’d already been after me, so charm spells seemed like the best way to get to him, but I didn’t realize I’d transform until after I drowned him.”

The scars Father Shido had left on his neck burned for a moment, then he said, “Afraid not.”

“Darn it.”

It was such a mild response for someone who’d been cursed with immortality that he blinked. Come to think of it, Kamoshida had only turned up as a corpse a couple of years ago, hadn’t he?

“...How old are you, again?”

“Uhh... well, I was sixteen, but it’s been kind of a while since then, y’know? I lost track. Can’t be too much older than that, though.” She paused. “Maybe I’m still sixteen.”

“Baron Kamoshida died two years ago,” he said, deadpan-flat.

“Oh!” A forehead, a pair of bright blue eyes, tangled blonde hair, and several fingers became visible over the top of the rock. “Then I’m eighteen... I think. Is it November yet?”

“Next month.”

“Seventeen,” she amended, then poked her whole head over the rock, apparently having forgot about the gun. “How old are you?”

“Around two hundred,” he said vaguely. Definitely closer to three hundred, but still technically two hundred-something. Probably. He should probably check on that.

“Wow...” Her eyes were wide as saucers.

Seventeen might technically be an adult for a human in these times, but...

Innocent.

He wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he pulled the trigger here. He wasn’t even entirely sure he’d be able to live with himself if he walked away at all.

(If Sojiro hadn’t picked him up by the scruff and set him on his feet when he’d first been turned...)

He heaved a silent sigh, then started unloading his gun, clapping the bullets into his gloved palm and putting them back in their pouch. That done, he met her gaze and tilted his head in a gesture for her to come over.

She shrank down. “I’m not really dressed for company. Or dressed at all.”

I noticed. It was surprising that she cared about it, though.

...Though. Come to think of it, it would probably make sense that she was a bit body shy, given how new she was to the ‘siren’ business.

He shrugged off his coat and held it out to her, pointedly turning his head away.

It didn’t take much time at all for her to come out from behind the rock, much less warily than he might have expected, one arm clamped over her ample chest and the other absently hiding her crotch.

(In his defense, his peripheral vision was very good and he didn’t look any closer than what he was already seeing.

...Wasn’t his libido supposed to be dead too?)

She covered as much of herself up in his coat as she could, shooting him curious looks as he removed one of his more decorative belts to secure it around her waist.

“Don’t touch the pockets,” he instructed. There was a second part to that, something about there being dangerous things in there, but she was... much more distracting than he was used to dealing with, especially now that she was wearing his coat, and the words slipped away from him.

“So, uh... what are we doing?” she said, chill and curious and sounding like she’d be game for most of it, and suddenly he was very glad that he was the hunter who’d found her.

“Making you my apprentice,” he said, and reached inside his doublet for an empty phial.

“Appre-what?” then, “Meep!” as as he sank one of his fangs into his own wrist and caught the trail of blood in the vessel.

“Apprentice. It’s not good for a young fae to be on their own.” He put a cork in the phial and closed his fist around it—a tracking spell, a protection spell, a minor luck spell, a stealth spell... and that was about as much as he could imbue into an ounce of his own blood. “That’s how monsters are made.”

“Ohh...” she said, watching as he pulled out a cord and secured the charm. “Wait. What?!”

(Expressive. It was... nice.)

He looped the cord around her neck, looping it into a knot and casting another few spells making sure that it couldn’t be used to hurt her and couldn’t be removed until she was strong enough to remove it herself. Stronger than a basic durability spell and made sure she wouldn’t be stuck carrying him around forever if this didn’t work out and he was indisposed.

“They do things they shouldn’t because they don’t know better,” he explained absently. "So I’ll make sure you know better.”

“That’s pretty ominous.”

He shot her a dry look as he let go and gestured for her to follow him. “Don’t touch the shiny rocks. Don’t stand in bright places. Don’t eat anything that can talk.”

“Oh, uh, o-okay? ‘Shiny rocks’...? Is that, like, gemstones, or gold, or— hey wait, where are we going?”

‘Wouldn’t you like to know’ probably wouldn’t be the best thing to say here, would it. He decided on honesty instead: “First clothes, then to register you as my legal charge with the vampire queen, then get you a guild membership, then go take care of a chupacabra infestation in the lower reaches.”

“Chupacabra infe— that sounds kind of important!”

He frowned as he led the way back to the village, trees passing them by in silent vigil. “Does it?”

“Goats are some people’s livelihoods, y’know?” She sounded genuinely upset about this. “How long will the rest of this stuff take?”

“A couple of weeks...?” he said, surprised into seriousness.

“Their goats will all be dead by then!”

...Huh. They would, wouldn’t they.

Akira kept walking through the profound moment of realization that he didn’t spend nearly enough time around humans anymore.

“Okay, how about this: we get me some clothes, and then take care of the chupacabra infestation, and then do the other stuff.”

Innocent, expressive, and conscientious. He found himself half-smiling as he glanced over his shoulder. “Sounds good.”

She let out an ughhhh... of exasperated relief.

Maybe she wasn’t human anymore, but she was only two years out from it, not well over two hundred. Maybe he’d be getting more out of this apprenticeship than he’d thought.

---

They bought clothes from the village and then moved onto the southern reaches, collected chupacabra pelts for the client and then roasted the bodies so Akira could show his new protégé how to draw the life energy she needed out of them.

Then they headed back to the capital, where he had a conversation with the queen. She shouted a lot and then handed him the paperwork (good old Sae), and it was only when he was trying to fill it out that he realized he’d never asked for his new apprentice’s name.

Hm.

Sae didn’t shout at him for that, just gave him one of the most long-suffering looks he’d even seen and let him take the paperwork home.

(Lady Ann Takamaki of Shujin was his new apprentice, apparently—though he better knew her as a child of sunshine who had rapidly established herself as his lifeline.

Innocent, expressive, conscientious, and more human than not. All he had to do was glance at her to get a second opinion on his decisions, and that was coming in even more handy than he’d guessed it would.)

After that, it was a guild membership, then Igor telling him to go get Ann checked in with the sirens too or Philemon would get angry, and it was some point during that long, relentless search for Belladonna that Ann finally asked.

“So... why are you doing all this for me, anyway? What do you get out of it?”

“Company. Help with work. Moral support.”

“...Seriously?” she asked. On anyone else, it would have sounded at least a little bit flat, but with her there was only curiosity to be found. “Moral support?”

“Especially moral support.”

She was doing a stellar job at propping them up for him while he brushed away two hundred-odd years of dust and decay under her guidance.

She flopped back on her inn bed with a groan, a soft fwumph of fabric and a little grunt in her lungs, her scent swirling in little eddies around the room. “Well. You do you, I guess. Going to bed yet?”

“In a bit,” he said, instead of only if you join me, because he was pretty sure that would earn him a weird look that said he’d misstepped yet again.

He was learning!

“Okay,” she said, then yawned. “‘Night.”

“Goodnight.”

Silence, except for the rustling of bedclothes and mattress while Ann got comfortable, and then:

“And hey, Akira?”

“Hm?”

“Thanks. You really saved me. Literally.”

He glanced sideways, just enough to catch her soft smile amid a pool of blankets and blonde curls, and couldn’t help a little sigh. “...My pleasure.”

[shapeshifting-wildcard]

It was a lazy Sunday afternoon in late August. The heat outside was sweltering by all accounts, but Leblanc was considerably cooler. Standing right next to the kitchen didn't really help, though, as Joker could feel the residual heat at his back. The coffee makers to his right certainly didn't help matters, either.

Futaba sat in front of the coffee machines, with her knees pulled up to her chest. She didn't look directly at either Joker or Sojiro as they spoke, her gaze drifting around the room and only occasionally settling on them. But Joker could tell she was paying close attention as Sojiro regaled her about the disaster that was the fireworks festival.

"Not only did he get crushed in the crowd," he said, gesturing to Joker, "but he came home looking like some kinda drowned rat."

Joker rolled his eyes and let out an annoyed huff, the puff of air buffeting his bangs a bit. He half expected Futaba to laugh at his misfortune, but instead she adopted a thoughtful expression. She muttered something under her breath, before the conversation was interrupted by the chiming of the store's bell. Futaba quickly unfurled herself from her seat and dashed behind the counter, taking cover behind Joker.

He was surprised to see two familiar figures enter the cafe: one Goro Akechi and one Kotone Arisato. Akechi strode over to the counter, a briefcase in hand, wearing a smart sweatervest and button-down shirt combo that couldn't possibly have been comfortable in this heat. Kotone slipped in behind him, door chiming again as it swung closed. She had on a cute, orange-y sundress that seemed to match her sunny disposition (and the weather). Akechi stopped in front of one of the chairs and smiled brightly to the people behind the counter, offering them a friendly greeting. Joker felt the corners of his mouth twitch up, returning the gesture. He was pleasantly surprised to see the boy.

Kotone slipped past him and into her customary seat, coincidentally the one next to where Futaba had been sitting. Joker felt Futaba's hand on his arm and cast a quick glance over his shoulder to the girl. Her head was lowered, gaze focused on some spot on his back. He wanted to turn around and pat her on the head, but that would have taken some maneuvering to accomplish.

"Oh! You're..." Joker met Akechi's gaze as the spark of recognition hit. Joker's heart lurched in his chest as he realized that there were three people in this room who knew his real name, and one person who didn't. Any one of them could potentially give it away in casual conversation. He wasn't sure how he felt about that.

"Hey," Kotone greeted, snapping him out of his thoughts. "Sorry for dropping by unexpectedly. I hope I'm not interrupting anything."

Joker smiled and shook his head, while Sojiro tried to puzzle out where he'd seen Akechi before.

"Ah, right, the one on TV and stuff," he said as it finally slotted into place. "So what brings you here, Mr. Detective?"

Joker's attention returned to the other boy as he continued to stand in front of the counter. He looked around, taking in the cafe's interior. "This place is more than I imagined it to be. The atmosphere is wonderful."

"It's cozy, isn't it?" Kotone chimed in. Akechi's gaze settled on her and Joker felt a vague pang of jealousy rise up in his chest.

"It truly is," he said. "No wonder Sae-san recommended it so strongly."

Kotone opened her mouth to say something, but Sojiro interjected, his tone sharp and defensive. "I already told her everything I know. There's nothing more I got for you people."

"You people...?" Kotone repeated, looking confused. Akechi shook his head, a pleasant smile returning to his face.

"Oh no, that's not my intention. I just came to enjoy some coffee."

Joker could see Kotone's expression change out of the corner of his eye. She was glancing between Akechi and Sojiro, a slight frown on her face. Sojiro, having discovered the boy's actual reason for coming, relaxed noticeably. Akechi's gaze wandered to the girl taking cover behind Joker, undoubtedly still finding the spot on his back utterly fascinating.

"And she is...?"

Kotone leaned a little to the side, fixing Futaba with a friendly smile. "Futaba-chan, right? It's nice to finally meet you!"

"Futaba...?" Akechi repeated, his free hand reaching up to rest on his chin. "Oh, you must be Wakaba Isshiki's..."

Joker caught Kotone shooting Akechi a raised eyebrow before Sojiro interjected again. "What'll it be?"

"I'll have whatever you recommend," Akechi replied. Sojiro nodded, before casting a glance towards Kotone.

"And you?"

"I'll have the house blend, please," she said.

"Coming right up."

Sojiro scurried off to the far end of the counter, while Akechi took a seat. He sat one seat over from Kotone, setting his briefcase down in the chair between them. Kotone glanced at it and laughed softly, apparently finding the gesture amusing. She got out her tarot deck as they both waited for their orders, which didn't take too long. When Sojiro brought their cups over, Akechi murmured a soft thanks while Kotone's was much more cheery. Akechi seemed lost in his thoughts for a moment, before he finally lifted his head and glanced over Joker and Futaba.

"It seems I'm unwelcome no matter where I go."

"That won't be true forever," Kotone chimed in. Joker glanced at her, raising an eyebrow. She was busy shuffling her cards as she waited for her coffee to cool off a bit. Akechi didn't seem particularly convinced, shutting his eyes and letting out a soft sigh.

"I apologize for bothering you." Kotone glanced at him, her expression unreadable to Joker. "Apparently, my mother was in a relationship with some low-life of a man. She was swiftly discarded when he learned she was pregnant. That despair would lead to her death. Thanks to him, I was passed from foster home to foster home."

"You too, huh?"

Both Joker and Akechi turned their attention to Kotone. Kotone glanced between them, her face slowly growing red as she no doubt realized they were both staring at her. She absentmindedly tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, gaze falling towards the counter.

"...My parents died in an accident when I was little. It's just been me and my brother since then."

There was a certain irony to Joker's sudden realization that he was the only kid in the room who still had parents. Part of him felt bad about still being angry at how they treated him; at least they were still alive to be angry at. Part of him felt that it didn't matter. They abandoned him and shoved him onto a relative stranger because they didn't want to deal with him anymore.

"At least you had each other." There was an icy tone to Akechi's voice. Jealousy, perhaps? At least Joker wasn't the only one with mixed feelings.

"Yeah," Kotone said, returning to shuffling her cards. "I would have been lost without him."

The laugh that followed sounded forced to Joker. He narrowed his eyes, studying her closely. There was more to it than what was said, that much he could tell. Anything other than that was lost on him, though. He had to admit he was surprised. Kotone had seemed very straightforward to him. He hadn't thought she was capable of hiding something like this.

The topic drifted to Medjed, and then to the Phantom Thieves' recent victory over them. Kotone continued to quietly shuffle her cards and sip at her coffee as Akechi talked, seemingly lost in her own world.

"Many kids your age seem to be fans of the Phantom Thieves," Akechi said, addressing Futaba. "Do you like them too?"

Futaba stayed silent, still hiding behind Joker. Akechi tilted his head, some of his shaggy brown hair falling over his shoulder in the process.

"What's the matter?"

Futaba was quiet for a beat longer. "You're popular too, Ace Detective Akechi."

Akechi laughed. "Thank you. Though I'd rather not be compared to people like the Phantom Thieves, if at all possible." He turned his attention to Kotone, who was still busily shuffling. "What about you? What do you think of them?"

Kotone glanced up at the question, looking confused, before her gaze dropped back to her hands. She was silent for a long moment.

"Is... something—"

"...I think... that's the wrong question."

Joker and Akechi shared a startled glance. Akechi leaned against the counter, resting his cheek against one hand. "The wrong question? What do you mean by that?"

Kotone hummed distractedly, clearly thinking her words over. She set her deck down and started flipping through the cards as she spoke. The first card she flipped over was the queen of pentacles. "I think it's the wrong thing to be focused on. Are the Phantom Thieves right or wrong? Are their methods good or bad? Shouldn't people be more worried about the crimes they've uncovered?"

Another card flipped over. The queen of wands this time.

"Mm... well, their first target was a teacher who was sexually harrassing and physically abusing his students. The second was an artist who plagiarized his students' work. The third was a mafia boss who exploited students..." Akechi counted the targets off on his fingers. Kotone nodded again, flipping over the four of pentacles this time.

"A bunch of adults in positions of power who exploited those below them. That's just three people, outed over the course of what, a few months?" This time the five of swords. "How many others like them are out there, lurking in the shadows?"

Silence fell over the four of them as the question sank in. Of course they all knew the answer was "far too many." Kotone continued to draw cards, this time turning over the Hermit.

"An adult I once trusted said, 'this world is rotten.'" Kotone grimaced, an expression that seemed both ill-fitting and all too fitting on her face all at once. "It was one of the few true things he said."

"He mistreated you, too." It wasn't a question. Akechi's tone was remarkably soft though, not unlike the tone he'd used with Futaba mere moments ago.

Kotone nodded quietly. "I think, instead of going around and around about whether the Phantom Thieves are right, people should be asking, 'why is the world rotten, and what can we do to fix that?'"

Akechi fell silent, looking thoughtful. Kotone fussed with her deck, shuffling the remaining cards again and staring at the pile she'd already laid down. After a moment, Akechi picked up his cup of coffee and took a sip from it.

"Mm, this is delicious." He glanced over the rim and met Joker's gaze. "You get to drink this coffee every day? I'm incredibly jealous. I would never have thought you'd be boarding at this cafe." He leaned over the counter, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips. "We seem to share some kind of bond."

Kotone snorted, turning away as she visibly suppressed a giggle. Joker pointedly ignored her and the little gremlin joining in on her gigglefit from behind him.

"I agree."

Kotone looked back to Joker, noticeably surprised to hear him speak. Thankfully, she didn't comment.

Akechi, meanwhile, just laughed and smiled. "Thank you." He glanced down at the cup again, idly tracing around the outside edge. "I believe that fate brings people together. It's strange, but talking to you," he glanced towards Kotone, "the both of you, is thought-provoking."

"Huh?" Kotone stared at Akechi wide-eyed for a moment, before frowning slightly. "Wait, you're not just saying that because you think I'm weird, right?"

Akechi half snorted as he laughed this time. He covered his mouth with the back of his hand and shook his head. "Not until you said that, no."

Kotone huffed and stuck her tongue out at him, looking more like an elementary schooler than a third year high schooler. Futaba snickered again, clinging tightly to Joker's shirt as she leaned against his back. Akechi finished off his coffee and flashed Joker another brilliant grin. Joker hoped his face wasn't as red as it felt.

"Well, I think I found my go-to cafe."