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Author's Note- Since a lot of people wanted Part 2 of Realm's Desire, here it is. Also, I am imagining Jai Courtney as Cregan Stark. You can add yourself in the tag list by either filling up the tag list form or my messaging me. Hope you enjoy it.

Honour of our House

Daemon Targaryen x Sister!Reader

Part 1 ☆ Part 2 ☆ Part 3

Tag list - @minaxcarter, @eliseline, @Blackhoodlea, @little-moonbeam-666, @neenieweenie, @omgsuperstarg, @avalyaaa, @shopping, @bbgmonsay, @michelle-26, @krokietinio

Warning- Angst-y, Arranged Marriage, Mentions of Parents Death, Daemon (you will know why), Curse Words, Typical Westrosi stuff

GIF credits to @pistil-whipped

Summary- It is the day when Realm's Desire is to marry Cregan Stark of North and everyone are celebrating, except two. The bride herself and his brother, the Rogue Prince.

The ivory dress clinched to (Y/N)'s waist perfectly. All the ladies giggled around (Y/N) who kept a solemn face despite the gossips of the court. Her makeup was done to perfection, so was her hair. Jewelry made of silver adorned her, showing off the riches of House Targaryen.

If only she wasn't a Targaryen but a noble lady of any other house. Then perhaps, she and Daemon could be one body and one soul. Then perhaps, everyone shall accept them with open arms.

(Y/N) didn't notice the opening of her chamber's door, her ladies leaving silently. She only came out of her thinking when she was left alone with Daemon.

"Don't you look beautiful, sister," he said bitterly, eyeing her up and down. "Why are you here?" She asked in a monotone, standing up from her vanity, her eyes fixed at her own reflection in the mirror.

Indeed, she looked beautiful, but she felt nothing like that. She felt as if someone had took her heart away and crushed it in front of her own eyes. She felt as if her soul was sucked out of her, leaving behind nothing but an empty shell of a person she was.

"Don't act as if you are the only one hurting, (Y/N)," Daemon hissed, placing down the cloak of protection. The cloak was black with a three headed dragon. Their sigil. "Well, it seems that is true," (Y/N) sneered.

Turning around, she stared at her brother who once was her safe place. "Where have you been since the last moon? Fucking whores, drinking?" (Y/N) asked as she neared him. "I wanted someone to comfort me, Daemon. And I wished that someone was you, but why would you care?"

Her words were like a dagger to his heart. He had wanted to be there for her but he was so busy dealing with his own anger. Anger towards himself.

"I had to smile back as everyone congratulated me, wished me a better future when I didn't want that. And you weren't there," (Y/N)'s voice became quiet with each other until they were nothing but forced whispers.

Daemon took her face in his hands, caressing her cheeks. "I apologize, my love," he whispered softly. (Y/N) shook her head, tears leaving her eyes as sobs left her throat. Daemon caught her as her knees gave up, both of them kneeling on the floor.

"I don't wish to marry him, Daemon," (Y/N) sobbed, gripping Daemon's black tunic. "I know, (Y/N)," Daemon whispered, placing his lips on her hairline. His own vision seemed to blur with tears.

A knock startled the couple as they both turned to the door. "My princess, it is time," the soft voice of (Y/N)'s lady in waiting said. (Y/N) sniffed silently, standing up with heavy feet. Daemon stood up as well, taking in his sister.

(Y/N) forcefully wiped away her tears, walking to the mirror. She looked like a dream come true except for her eyes. Puffed and red, they looked as if they had seen years of nightmare in them.

"I guess," (Y/N) sighed, moving to stand in front of Daemon, forcing a smile on her face. "This is it for us. But thank you, Daemon, for everything," she said, placing her hands in his calloused one.

"Let's run away," he said, making her look up. "I have a duty to the crown, my prince. And duty is the death of love," she whispered, pressing her lips to his- for the last time.

Daemon pulled away with a ragged breath. Placing the cloak of protection, he grabbed her by her hand, keeping them close. "Father, Smith, Warrior, Mother, Maiden, Crone, Stranger," they whispered. "I am his and he is mine," "I am hers and she is mine."

"From this day until the end of my days." A kiss sealed their fate as they separated. Daemon extended his elbow to her, guiding her to the door of the Throne Room where Viserys stood.

"You look absolutely gorgeous, my dear sister," Viserys smiled as he took in the marvelous view. (Y/N) smiled, dipping down in curtsey. "This would be it, Daemon. I recommend you to go and get in your place inside, it's a bit crowded in there," Viserys said, gesturing towards the door.

Daemon nodded, letting her go. The gears in his head working as he thoughtfully went inside the room. (Y/N) fiddled with her fingers nervously, eyes casted downwards. "Missing mother and father?" Viserys asked softly.

(Y/N) looked up, nodding as she looked around. "Mother would have standed in this place just like i am, right?" Viserys looked at his younger sister with a small, pitying smile. He knew it must be scary for her.

"Yes, and she was brave to face it. Just like you are," Viserys said. "She married her own brother. It might not have been this problematic for her," (Y/N) replied, taking a deep breath.

Viserys glanced at her, his eyes scanning her up and down. He could see the little girl who grieved their parents when they died. The girl who tried to sought peace in her eldest brother's presence but never got it. The girl who would clinch to her brother and ask him to teach how to yield a sword.

"It is time, darling," Viserys said softly, extending his arm formally. "I wished it was Daemon," (Y/N) whispered, making Viserys glance back in surprise as the doors to the throne room opened.

Viserys and (Y/N) started to walk down the aisle. Viserys glanced towards Daemon who looked straight at the wall, not caring to look at him and their sister. That's when he realized what (Y/N) meant. She wished it was Daemon instead of Cregan.

(Y/N) locked eyes with Cregan Stark. His grey eyes cold as usual but (Y/N) wondered if her own eyes looked as cold as his. All (Y/N) wished was to run away on (D/N), away from everyone and take Daemon with her. Him on Caraxes and her on (D/N), flying over the seas just as they have always dreamed of.

As soon as she stands next to Cregan, she sees herself as a lot of ladies see themselves. Nothing but a token of power, given to someone to hold an alliance strong. That very moment, death felt better than life.

The Sept speaks the customary things which (Y/N) couldn't focus on. Her mind drifted to her time growing up in this castle. The faintest memories of her mother and father resurfacing. Daemon and (Y/N) always used to snuggle into their mother, listening to her stories. (Y/N) remembered a few times when her father would teach Viserys and Daemon to yield a sword and she would look from the balcony with her mother.

"You may now bring the bride under your protection."

That was when (Y/N) actually paid attention to the ceremony. She felt the cloak of her house slipped away from her shoulders. The Dragon was thrown to the wolves. She turned around, granting her soon-to-be husband permission to cloak her.

(Y/N) caught a brief glance of Daemon. His face stoic, eyes cold, fists clinched. He seemed to be in deep thoughts. It only broke (Y/N)'s heart even more, she knew how it felt to watch someone you love wed someone else. There was a time where she stood in his place.

She felt a light tap on her shoulder. She turned around, now cloaked with the cloak of House Stark of Winterfell. Cregan nodded encouragingly towards (Y/N), making her fell more guilty than ever.

"Stop!"

Everyone turned to look at Daemon, who looked in rage. "Daemon, what is this?" Viserys asked quietly, the cloak of House Targaryen wrapped on his forearm. Daemon scoffed loudly, rolling his eyes.

"I do not approve of this marriage," Daemon announced. Ladies gasped and the crowd started whispering. "This is not the time for this, Daemon," Viserys warned, looking apologetically at Cregan.

"Lord Stark, I apologize for-" Before Viserys could complete his apology, Daemon interrupted him with "Lord Stark." Daemon stepped up the stairs, moving stand directly in front of Cregan.

"I hope you are aware of the disrespect you are causing my house as well as yours along with your wife's house," Cregan said calmly. Daemon glanced to a bewildered (Y/N).

"I, Prince Daemon of House Targaryen, challenge you for the hand of Princess (Y/N)."

Author's Note- So, this was Part 2 and let me know if you want me to continue this in a Part 3 as well. And also, let me know who do you think the Realm's Desire should end up with.

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cryptid-pet · 4 months

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Okay so, belly dancer AU cause why not. Carla as an agent or the straight up mafia boss meeting his enemy in a club to make a truce (perhaps the enemy can be Reiji) and there, many known superior bosses were being “entertained” by belly dancers in rather exotic clothing, or should I say pieces of clothing. There were both male and female dancers, and the main hall was simply for watching, the dancers may clinch to you or sit on your lap but for you to touch the dancers (have your “way” with them) you gotta pay extra, I mean extra extra extra amount of money. But Carla wasn’t here for that, recently Shin has been getting attacked by the enemy tribe, and he had his guard down too low for him to get so seriously wounded which he never does. It this truce isn’t done about Carla would have to simply kill him, a task he’s much familiar with, although with his decreasing health, it’s seems a little complex this time.

And than boom, he runs into Ruki, standing next to the “enemy” he’s here to make truce with, Ruki wasn’t really “entertaining” him but just seemed to cling to him, resting his arms on the man’s shoulders and all. You can say, with the see-through veil Ruki wore with his exotic black clothing with a few gold. Carla found him rather interesting. While the dancer not once made eye contact with him nor seemed too interested

you have no idea how fast i screenshotted this to send to my girlfriend LMAOOOOOOO-

okay im going to take some of this and try and create somthing (ofc its not going to legit make sense with what this ask is saying, but I like to bounce off any ideas so long post below >>>)

I feel like if this were to take place in the Demon World left alone, the strictness of even forming a mafia gang in general would be hard, even if Carla IS the boss, the man got the high standards.

When it comes to now being a dancer, whether it's a stripper or in this case a belly dancer, they're under the wing of their boss (In this case, if we are talking about Ruki being a dancer, he would work for Reiji and SOON for Carla)

With you now saying "enemy" in this ask, we can literally make Reiji be the bad guy if he's the one that gets killed by Carla, though I currently didn't think of a potential reason (Maybe Reiji isn't doing his end of the deal to pay Ruki, i'm shrugging at this lmao)

If you're talking about an enemy whereas Shin was in a fight with a tribe, why not make Reiji be his own mafia tribe going up against Carla? That could always work as well, there can only be ONE mafia gang running a specific half of the demon world//decent percentage

I can't exactly come up w//an overal reason for WHY Ruki would be a dancer in the first place, like it could've been Kou but we don't know if he's portrayed as an idol in this AU and has his own reasons- This could just be due to poverty reasons and Ruki is resorting to being a belly dancer (rejet fr fr should hire my clown ass)

This is all I got but y'all feel free to expand on this ask and what I had in mind

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herzgeist-writes · 8 months

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29) To Steal A Pirate's Treasure

Pairing: Law x fem!reader | Word count: 4.3k | Warnings: Cussing, violence, light angst

Dividers by cafekitsune

The night falls slowly upon the jungles of Zou, blue cold light of the crescent moon lighting up the deepest and darkest places of the forest's thicket. In midst, the Heart pirates and the Straw Hats gathered, to witness a fight that could turn out to be rather striking to observe.

It's Bepo and you against your Captain, who's head is worth 500 million Berry. Compared to him, your 100 million seem like a joke, a quite sinister farce, as you're about to attack the supernova, who never lets his focus waver a single second from you and the polar bear mink.

With a reverbing growl, the Vice Commander storms at his superior, seemingly getting the hang of his 'inner beast', not screaming like a silly martial arts icon this time. Even Law didn't expect him to be that fierce, however it won't faze him so easily, already calculating his first move. But where are you?

Just in a fraction of a second, he lost you out of sight already. "Shit.", he curses under his breath as he fends off Bepo's claws, aiming for his face. His blade deflects his Commander's attempt to rip him apart and manages to cast his 'Room' over the area.

Before Kikoku's edge can reach the white furred opponent with a full swing, two daggers block the powerful counter. Surprise widen the surgeon's eyes, as he sees you withstanding him with apparent ease. Bepo's giant paw holds out for Law's head. He is trapped, realising there's no other way than to withdraw himself by swapping places with a random leaf.

You and the mink now stand there, aware your Captain bailed the clinch he was left to deal with. He must be determining his next move, hiding somewhere up in the trees. Luffy cheers in excitement: "Go (Y/n) and bear! Kick Tora-o's ass!"

With a quickend breath, you turn to Bepo and instruct him to lead the surgeon of death to a certain spot beneath an enormous nutmeg tree. In acceptance, the polar bear nods subtly and keeps his guard up, scanning his surroundings with care.

Thus you jump up that tree you agreed to lure the Captain to and take a stand on a colossal branch, far up from the ground. Through squinting eyes, you hold out for a white hat, hovering through the lush green. Nothing.

Way down, you see your Vice Commander keeping a lookout. He sure is taking his sweet time. Then finally, you feel a gust of wind coming your way and a visible light blue slash shoots directly at you from across the clearing. Recognising the ability as 'Sterben', where his nodachi comes flying, rotating on it's own axis in dreadful speed, it aims alarmingly precise at your face. Preparing to catch this aerial attack, you redirect it's cut to the branch beneath your feet, threateningly close to be chopped down completely. Just like you wanted it to be.

Suddenly, another branch comes darting at you from the same direction, making you dodge that unexpected assault. Loosing your balance you fall down and manage to soothen the impact by a tuck and roll. Bepo yelps out in concern and kneels down next to you, asking for your well being. To calm the riled up mink down, you wave off that slip and reassure him with a soft smile, however determination is sparking in your e/c orbs: "He's targeting me. Be ready to divert his attention." - "Aye!"

Back on your feet, you stand out in the open, with the goal to attract the overly attentive supernova. Separated, you take a distance from your sparing partner and relax your muscles, ready to dodge the next awaiting move. Are you truly the Captain's goal? The crowd around you grows silent, hearing nothing except the wind rustling through the giants leafs above their heads. Zoro mutters lowly in uncertainty: "They're open like a book. He's going to tear them apart." - "(Y/n) seems to be a clever girl, perhaps she has an idea?"

Robin watches you closely, as your fingers glide along small containers attached to your belt. Sea water smoke bombs? What an interesting way to 'repel' devil fruit users, the jet black haired woman chuckles inwardly. Franky, out of impulsion, blasts a hyped up: "Ow! I can't stand the pressure you guys!"

Everybody turns their heads to the sudden noise from the metal tank man, posing in a ridiculously pompous pose. It takes you off guard and you catch yourself doing it to your misfortune, cursing through your gritted teeth: "Fuck". At this point, it's already too late. That instant your concentration faltered, the tall man stands behind you, notching his stretched out thumb into your sides, electrifying you to knock you out. Unfortunately, the hit lands perfectly and you land on all fours, energy completely drained from the volts numbing you to a certain extent.

Bepo comes storming at Law, intending to defend you, yet in vain. From below, earth in form of a pillar snares the rampaging bear's legs, stopping him in his tracks. Again, the surgeon faces you and holds your special smoke bomb in hand, victoriously smirking at you: "I'll be taking that."

The crew gasps in awe, seeing their Captain keeping up appearances, doing his thing as an impudent show off. Whoever was rooting for you, they don't even dare boo him, unless they want to be walking around headless that is.

An uncanny feeling spreads within you. Where is all that sudden power coming from? As if blown away, the incapacity no longer bothers you and you huff musedly: "Oh no you don't." Your eyes bore holes into the man scoffing to your assumed loss, however realisation hits him. Everything around you grows dark, all sounds swallowed into nothingness as your tunnel vision won't waver from Law, not once.

To his dismay, he is now the one, not able to move a single inch. Weakend, the Captain snickers, a smug lip curl appearing in his face. "There comes the wannabe empress again.", he mumbles amused, as you pull yourself together and snatch the bomb from his hand with a cutely hummed 'Thank you'.

And the crowd goes wild! This time, you managed to overwhelm a single person with your conqueror's haki. Astouned, the people around you cheer and fire you up. There is this trademark smirk again, to which you suspect only one thing. In a low voice he declares cheekily: "Sorry to disappoint, but I won't hold back, even for a pretty face like yours."

You really thought this was over? No chance. It takes more than that, to take down a powerhouse like him. Once more, the bomb slips out of your hand, swapped with a feeble leaf. In the open field, a boulder rises from the ground, hovering over the small devil fruit user's doom bomb to your fret. 'Takt' seals the deal and tons of stone bury the 'ability blocker' underneath the rock's weight.

Visibly annoyed, you let your shoulders sink and groan deeply: "Oh come on, Trafalgar! Must you always exaggerate? I worked on this for hours!" To his pleasure, Law rumbles delighted and apologises sarcastically, flashing you his most unbelievable 'regrettful' smile. That conceited little bastard.

There's no rest for the wicked, for the doctor has you in his sights again, a wave of assaults crashing upon you, as Kikoku's edge is close in cutting off your limbs in swift slashes. Your power to overwhelm an opponent is still too weak, or your Captain is just too strong? By all means, it is a given, that you'll have to work on your unique skill, with all you have.

Daggers are difficult to handle when it comes to defending yourself. Precision and a keen sense for prediction are the key to success. With a loud clash of metal, your weapons collide with the surgeon's blade. The strength in your arms slowly dwindling by every inch Law presses further against you: "I was expecting a pro conqueror's haki user. How dissapointing."

His taunts rob you your last excisting nerves. This man is asking for it. In focus, you stare deeply into his steel eyes, finding solace in the active rest, metal against metal gnashing at eachother to choose the ultimate winner in this sparing session. Obviously, there is no chance you'll be able to beat this overpowered monster of a man, yet you hold your pride dear, not wanting to give in so easily. Thus, a strange tingle crawls up your spine, feeling a rush of adrenaline curse through your veins.

It is beginning to familiarise, the power to bring your opponent to your knees, though it might be faint, you dare say it's enough to make the Captain stagger. The effect once more knocks the air out of Law's lungs, however he withstands the deluge, only loosing control for a few seconds, which will suffice with no question. You take the opportunity to tackle him, the surgeon topples to the ground, and you free yourself from close combat. "Don't get cocky, my dear Captain.", is what you coo at him in pure satisfaction to see him wrinkle his nose at you in a sour manner.

The people go crazy around you, everybody is either cheering or jubliantly yelling in amazement, watching you actually keeping the surgeon of death at bay. They know it's not for certain that you'll overcome his powers, but it is yet a glorious deed to incapacitate him, which is close to impossible to fullfill.

Before the disgruntled white hat can give you a piece of his mind, Bepo's furious roar interrupts his train of thought and gets grabbed by his collar: "Sorry Captain, but I can't let you attack (Y/n) again!" About to carry him over to the designated tree, Law has enough of being shoved around, using his trump card, nobody likes to refer to for it's eerie after taste.

The single word 'Shambles' escapes his lips and he lets his nodachi pierce through the air, animating his ability to do his bidding. Your heart fails for a moment and everything around you grows dizzy. Looking down, you see the doctor scruffed up in your white furred hand. Hold on. White fur? There is no way he had the audacity to exchange your heart with Bepo's.

In the background you hear your voice screaming in fret. Oh dear. It's as you feared. An orange overall covers your giant bear body and every step you take feels like a two hundred pound dumbell has been attached to your feet. Groaning in annoyance you let the black beady eyes squint at the visibly entertained supernova in your paw: "Was that really necessary?" - "Necessity isn't a factor here. This is only sheer enjoyment."

No matter how much you love this man, besides that caring behind all that cool demeanor, he is and remains a subtle brat. You haven't noticed how an animalistic growl leaves you in frustration, hearing that sassy comment from your Captain, to which he replies with an impudent sneer, still hanging in there in your claws.

"Bepo! My dagger!", you order your shivering to the core minken friend, who's stuck in your body, to throw your weapon at you. Without question, your Vice Commander is completely immobilised, yet to your luck, though to a close call, he managed to execute your urgent request. You on the other hand, have a goal, determined to follow your plan, you hold out for your trusty sparing partner. This is where the surgeon realised, you aren't bewildered at all by the sudden change of your new attained physique. Raising his brows in astonishment, he observes how you catch the tiny dagger in your clutches and let the blade aim at the Captain.

Barely breaking free from your stronghold, Law vanishes into thin air, leaving behind a dried up stick in your paw. Projectiles of pebbles shoot your way to compromise your vision, making it hard for you to detect where your opponent takes a stand and identify his next move. Beneath your feet appears a fast enlargening shadow, engulfing your whole bear frame in mere seconds. As you come to realise what is going on, a giant boulder falls in full speed right down at you, threatening to crush you to dust.

Not able to move, with the lack of agility in this body, you take the strength you can muster and let your fist crack the monsterous stone open, before it hits you. With a loud blow, the smashed pieces and earthen debris disperse and spread all over the ground. Seeing Law perfectly placed underneath the nutmeg tree, where you've set up a trap, you take off your dagger's heft with a short draw and let the chains flow out of the hollow shaft. Your weapon turns out to be a hidden Kyoketsu-shoge, the usage now becoming highly beneficial, giving you the opportunity to attack the Captain from a wide range.

This is your chance. In a swift throw, the blade flies through the lush greens, reaches the battered branch and hooks deeply into the thick tree bark. With hopes that this will actually work, you give it a firm tug and you hear the wooden splinters burst and snap, the weight of the tree's growth creaking as the surgeon's alerted gaze follows the recognisable sound above.

Perplexion reflects in the doctor's eyes. To be ground into mash, isn't exactly what he searches for in his endeavors, thus he splits the incoming tons of wood in half with a single slash with his 'Amputate' ability. Just before you can pull back your weapon, the white hatted man cuts down the chain, not granting you any further possibilites to fight except in close combat. It was then, where you admit your defeat to yourself grudgedly.

Sprinting to you in a flash, Kikoku aims horizontally at you, for Law initiated 'Injection Shot' to end this dragging training session. On your knees, you yell: "I give up!" Fortunately right on time, you see the nodachi's tip, dangerously close to pierce through your eye. The blade slides back into it's sheathe and gets swung over the Captain's shoulder. Out of breath, Law only stares down at you, which you pinpoint as a mixture of surprise and shock reaction.

Suddenly, you hear your voice screaming in agony. Bepo! The Captain and you run towards your feeble frame, lying on the ground, holding your head in seemingly pain: "Make it stop!" The way your body shivers and aches gives your current mink form goosebumps all over. "Captain! Change us back!" - "If I do that, it might end up in multiple hazards and-", his know-it-all blathering pisses you off and you practically implode at your superior, growling with an animalistic undertone.

The observants tread to the happening, trying to offer their help. Even the Straw Hats stepped closer, asking about the bear's, or technically your well being. "I don't want him to suffer! Do it! Now!", you roar at the surgeon to your full awareness, what is going. Bepo opens your eyes. The deep e/c orbs faded into complete white, an omnious glow emmiting towards your lashes like smoke wafting from it's source. "Law!", you bark, earning an annoyed grunt from the man, who is struggling to decide wether or not to follow your urgence or his own contemplation.

The world around you shifts once more and your heart sets out for a quick moment, as a familiar burn within your soul torments you from inside out. You are back to your true form. Whispers of your nightmare return in your mind, fogging up your senses. The will is a sin to gods' creations. It reverbs around you, fear strikes you deep and you supress the need to scream in horrification. Kneeling next to you, Law recalls this display of you spasming and squirming about.

Worried, his head shoots to his Vice Commander: "Are you alright, Bepo?" - "I- I think I am." The bear holds his head in confusion and Shachi and Penguin tend to him with utmost care, basically interrogating the poor mink.

The surgeon's hand glides over your cheek and rests on your forehead. "She's burning up.", he mumbles softly, only for him to hear. Flinching to an unintelligible set of words coming from you, echoing in his ears, he turns to you to aknowledge it clearer: "The will must be eradicated." The abnormality in your voice sends pins and needles over his skin. It's as if you are possessed by an evil spirit. Everybody encircling the area stays silent, reacting to the uncanny scene infront of them with blood freezing in their veins.

In utter disturbance, the Captain calls out to you, while gently shaking your shoulders: "(Y/n)-ya! Wake up!" The flickering in your suffering doe eyes tells him you are still with him. He hears your voice screaming his name, like the time you were turned into that bestial wolf form. The uncertainty scares the surgeon of death beyond belief.

A certain rubber boy squeezes himself through the crowd, in order to get closer to you. Luffy isn't sure himself, but something tells him, he is able to help: "Tora-o, let me do it." - "How are you going to be of any-" Ignoring his ally's presumptions, the Straw Hat places his gentle palm on your head. You feel - at ease. The anguish diffuses, the pain falters and it leaves you in exhaustion, yet the fever remains. Law is visibly relieved and disgruntled at the same time, by the fact that the naive boy holds an intimate moment with you. Nevertheless, it seemed to work.

Thoughts race in your head, as the knowledgable tone recoils: "Sister of the sun. Find solace in your brother's light." Brother's light? Luffy's kind windows to the soul watch you carefully, a concentrated frown spreading over his usually cheerful face. Narrowing down at you, his smile returns upon realisation you are back to your senses and he chuckles: "Don't scare us like that. I think Tora-o still needs you, Okami!" - "C-Cut it out, Straw Hat-ya!"

Tristan rushes up to the gathering, pressing herself through to see the ruckus' source. "What happend? Oh dear, (Y/n)!", fear crawls up the poor squirrel mink's spine, as her gaze lands on you. Law asks her to get Chopper, he will need back up, if things turn more grave. All pride aside, there is nothing in this world holding him back from keeping you safe and sound.

Your eyelids grow heavy, as you see the last picture before you, poor Bepo, the Straw Hats and Law observing you in worry, holding on to you. The heat in your body knocking your strength out completely, giving in to the fatigue. Last thing you hear is your love's concerned voice, muttering: "We need paracetamol as soon as possible, her fever is far from sinking."

Not taking notice in the happenings around you, chaos breaking loose in panic for your health, your weary gaze focuses on your Captain.

With difficulty, you mumble on and about, not even comprehending yourself in delirium what escapes your lips. One thing keeps you going, and that is the man's mellow steel eyes, his stern face, that only you know can turn as soft as a gentle breeze. You swear you can hear him talk to you, his deep and soothing voice calming you down, as you stare into the grey storm. Nobody seems to really mind what you said, the doctor's face however flushed up in all shades of red after hearing your ramblings. The hat being his only 'escape' option.

Then, the lights go out. The exhaustion got the better of you.

"Look at this poor angel's face! She looks so peaceful asleep!" - "Back off, shitty cook! We're not supposed to be here anyway.", you hear the echoes reverberate in your mind. Slowly, your sore lids crack open, letting you see what idles before you. A tall blonde and a sturdy green hair discuss and blabber about something you decide to not overhear. It is simply too much for your aching head to handle. The only comfort brought to you is the flickering flames of the campfire near you, it's cracking sound almost tempting you back to sleep.

Out of nowhere, a noisy little reindeer comes flailing it's tiny hooves at the two grown men, shooing them away like a flock of unwanted doves on city streets. Sighing in disbelief, Chopper faces you, noticing your waking: "Oh (Y/n), you're awake! How are you feeling?" - "Actually, I feel like shit. My head is killing me."

Hopping over to you with small tip taps of his hooves, he huddles up next to you and takes your temperature. Relief loosens his furrowed eyebrows, for your fever has gone down fortunately. "I recommend you to go back to sleep, it's been a long day. Oh, but before you do!", considerately handing over a glas of water, you gratefully accept it and let the cool liquid clench your thirst, the dryness in your throat fading.

Again, you find peace in the surrounding ambience of the crickets' chirps and the fire's snaps and your breath begins to even, falling into deep slumber. The little doctor simpers in delight, reassured you are alright.

The air grew colder around you and the blanket you've been tucked into, slid off your now shivering body. Still too weak you try to grab the fabric's hem to pull up your shield of warmth, sighing in discomfort to your failing. Where you come to a point of just accepting your 'cool' fate, a sudden rustling of the cloth being slipped back over you, makes you jolt. A pleasant warmth cups your cheek in reassurance, signalising you not to fret. You can't detect anything in the darkness, only touch, smell and hearing being your only reliable senses, telling you exactly who engulfs you with his tender embrace.

Humming satisfied, you lean against his palm: "My heart." You hear a lightly amused huff, coming from beside you. The slender fingers glide along your jaw, the thumb lazily circling your lower lip. "I heard your fever went down.", the doctor states with an assured tone in a calm whisper, seemingly at ease. Replying with a simple nod, you already yearn for more of his sensual touches in your sleep drunkness.

The Captain inches closer to your bedroll, but scans your vitals with his ability beforehand, confirming your steady recovery. No anomalies whatsoever, just the increased temperature, not too high of a concern in regards to that. He watches your chest heave in a ragged manner, preceiving your energy as still remaining completely spent. The words that left you, as you layed there, collapsed on the ground, let his neck hair stand on end. You mentioned the will. Eradication.

Are the guardians designed to kill - people carrying the D in their name? It dawns on him. This turns out to be even more difficult than Law thought it would be in the first place. If his provisional theory is correct, the chances are you'll attempt to take his life in your uncontrolled beast state. However, only if you wear that cursed moonstone around your neck. What is more opposing, is the fact you reacted under mythical influence, though without bearing the pendant. He saw your struggle and it nearly tore him apart, the suffering was clearly unbearable for you to take. If it weren't for Luffy, death might have stood around the corner.

His brows furrow in discontent. Whatever kind of deity controls your soul like this, is not a benevolent spirit, that, Law is certain of. More research is bound to fill up his schedule in the coming future. Nothing will withhold his decision of keeping you as his. There is yet so much he has to tell you, so much he wants to experience with you. Sailing the seas as pirates, exploring the unknown lands as pioneers and conquer what you deem fit to claim. The world is nothing but a broken society, in need of expulsion of those, who dare to murder the peace, the freedom.

Together with the Straw Hats, Law just knows there is a fleeting possibility to change the world, make it a better place. And he wants you by his side along the process. The love he cherishes for you, resembles to a feeling he held dear towards a long lost man he adored. Corazon. He was a friend, who saved his life from inner conflicts, before manifesting into Doflamingo's possible vessel. He was a father, who gave him the first taste of unconditional love, the freedom to live and thrive.

It was only recently, for Law understood that love doesn't need a reason, after an unadmittedly heartfelt discussion with his grandfather Sengoku at Dressrosa. The 'D' poses a general threat, not only to others, nonetheless to himself as well. A sealed book with only it's cover for everybody to read 'the will', no plot to be deciphered. The mystery gnaws on the Captain's mind for days on end. Though he thought, that his secret name was the reason for Corazon's sacrifice, it turned out to be quite the contrary, proven through the clumsy blonde's kind words and actions.

Again, Law finds himself in a twist with his name and a person he admires. There you lie next to him, your breath loud and even, deep in slumber. Tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear to see your innocent face, he can't help but lean down and plant a gentle kiss on your temple, whispering lowly: "My heart."

If a god or higher being decides to stand in his way, he swears by his name, that hellfire shall rain, until the last opponent's drop of blood has been spent. As long as he lives, no one will harm his loved ones. No one will dare to touch his treasure.

#one piece #one piece law #trafalgar one piece #law x female reader #law x fem!reader #law x y/n #x reader #fanfiction #fanfic fluff #beautiful mind #sfw #angst #light angst

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mrsfrecklesmarauders · 2 years

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Regulus walked into the party and before he could "appreciate" the hormonal teenagers dancing and eating their faces off, a pair of arms immediately wrapped him up.

Regulus let out a groan.

"My little brother! YEEES! My little brother is here..."

As Sirius giggled, he hang from Regulus' neck because his weight failed him. If it wasn't for Regulus, he would have dropped to the floor.

Sirius was drunk.

"Oh Sirius, please..." Remus took him by the waist and Sirius clinched from Remus' neck instead.

"Moony.... Reggie is here..." Sirius managed to say "Baby Reggieeeee"

"I am not a baby, Sirius"

Regulus hated when people called him baby. He was almost seventeen. So he rolled his eyes.

"Hey Reg"

"Hey Remus"

"I told him not to drink tonight" Remus explained as he tried to keep Sirius steady "It's like he is doing this on purpose. Just to get attention"

Remus sounded angry but concerned. Like a father would be.

Regulus didn't know what to say. He instead looked around seeing how people around him were having fun.

"Would you take him to our dorm upstairs please?" Remus begged "I will get him some water"

Regulus saw Sirius laughing and humming the song that was playing. He looked happy and relaxed but Regulus didn't want to deal with him.

"Of course" But he had to.

Sirius was heavy as a dead body. So Regulus in his skinny form tried to take his brother upstairs. He didn't see any of Sirius' friends. Where were them when he needed them?

Regulus was sweating and groaning as he dropped Sirius on someone's bed. He wasn't sure if it was Sirius' bed but who cares? Regulus was not moving him anymore.

"Reeeggieee" Sirius hummed with his eyes closed. He was smiling.

"You're a twat, Sirius"

Sirius must've been the older brother but he sometimes acted like a five year old child. So immature.

Sirius didn't move again. Regulus thought he was sleeping and wondered if he could leave now. But then Sirius spoke again.

"This is the end... Everything is ending soon"

Regulus didn't know what to believe. Perhaps he was talking nonsense. So he sighed.

"What do you mean?"

"My friends.... Moony... Everyone is going to leave me"

It sounded like Sirius was crying but it was too dark to check. And Regulus was a chicken to turn on the lights.

"School relationships never last..." Sirius continued. He was graduating soon and he was scared of leaving Hogwarts. Or so he had told Regulus.

"That's what mother said..."

"Mother" Regulus whispered, as if calling her was going to summon her or something.

Sirius nodded, hugging the pillow next to him.

"She said that no one was going to love me. The real me, Reggie...." Sirius let out a sob "They are all gonna leave me. One by one... Just like mother and father... Just like like Andy. Just like Alphard...." sniff sniff "Just like you..."

Regulus was static now. If only Sirius knew how much Regulus still cared. Regulus missed Sirius. Regulus wanted him back. Regulus thought about him everyday. Regulus loved him.

And now he was worried. So worried that he wanted to cry.

"I'm sorry"

Regulus wasn't as brave as Sirius was. He was so afraid to disappoint his parents. Or he was scared of them.

Remus came into the room and Regulus looked away, swallowing his tears.

"Okay, love" Remus smiled at Sirius as if was little kid. He sat on the bed next to him "Drink this"

Sirius groaned and moved to hug Remus' waist.

"Moooony!"

"Aha.."

"Lov'u"

Remus smiled "Love you too" he kissed Sirius' head.

Regulus wished Remus would not break Sirius' heart.

"I..." Regulus cleared his throat "I should probably go"

"Amm... Okay" Remus smiled "Thanks for helping me"

Regulus walked to the door.

"You're welcome"

"He cares a lot about you, you know?"

Regulus stopped before opening the door. But he didn't turn.

"I care about him too" he said before exiting the dorm.

#marauders #maraudersera #marauders headcanon #regulus black #sirius black #remus lupin #wolfstar

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prongsiefoott · 2 years

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Have you heard the news that you're dead?

By: prongsstar

Summary: Twelve years after Halloween 1981, James wakes up and is determined to get his life back, where he had last left it. Sure Harry was 13, and Sirius was a fugitive, but James is determined to fix it all.

Chapters: 4 (Ongoing fic)

Word count: 16287

A bit of chapter 1: I've been sleeping a thousand years it seems

The healers gave James permission to go home, and even though he wanted to stay for Lily, he also knew that Harry also needed him. Perhaps even a greater deal more than Lily, since unlike Lily, Harry was fully alive. Lily obviously was alive as well, but James didn't think he could count 'in a coma' as fully alive. She was just merely clinching to life. But James did promise Lily he'd visit her, even though he knew she couldn't hear him. Now it was time to take care of their son, as painful and heartbreaking this situation might be, Harry had to be his priority for now.

When the healers gave him the good news, James hesitated for a bit. Home... He didn't have a home. He didn't know where to go. But then he remembered that before he went into hiding with Lily and Harry, they were living in the Potter mansion. He wondered in what kind of state it might be now. But that was it, that was home. James would go there for now, and then when he settled in and the house was in a safe and clean state, he'd go to Harry and take his son home, finally, after twelve years. Harry would finally be at the place he was meant to be all along.

So James did exactly that. He went to the home he grew up in himself, the home Lily and James had hoped, their son would grow up in as well. Well that obviously didn't go as planned... But James was at home himself at last. He tried not to think much about Lily and Harry, but couldn't stop himself. It was better not to dwell on it, not now, not when he knew his son needed him. He could have his grief later, for now he had to take care of everything in the house so he could get his son — their son — as soon as possible. James also wondered where Sirius and Remus were, and if they were alright. These past twelve years must've been tougher on them than it was on James. James wasn't conscious after all. They were. They had to live with this grief for twelve years, James just got to deal with it for the past few weeks.

If you wanna read more, check the fic out please! New chapter will be uploaded every other Sunday.

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Feline Treatment Advice To Help You With Your Pet

A lot of individuals available simply don't understand what goes right into looking after a feline. These are wonderful pets to have as well as do not take fairly as much upkeep as other pets. That doesn't suggest you shouldn't find out a couple of things concerning them. Review this short article to aid you care for your feline much better.

Any type of drape cables ought to be hidden so the cat can not clinch them. It is simple for the pet cat to get his head captured amongst the cables when playing with them. This might hurt them or perhaps trigger fatality. Keep your drape cords pinned out of view to stop this.

If you have a male feline, it is necessary to have him sterilized prior to he goes into warm. When male felines start growing, they will certainly start to spray around your house. It smells like ammonia and is tough to remove. Having your male pet cat neutered can help to avoid this from taking place.

If your pet cat is picky concerning consuming alcohol water, buy a pet cat fountain. These battery ran or plug in water fountains maintain water flowing and freshened. Several felines favor this. A feline water fountain will certainly aid keep your pet cat out of the kitchen area sink and the bathroom. It will certainly additionally assist stop your pet cat from pawing water onto the flooring searching for fresh water.

A pet cat can do a lot of damages to your furnishings with its claws. Think of a damaging message or cat tower if your pet cat's claws become an issue. Provide some motivation as well as allow them know it is alright to scratch that. It may take a little while, however at some point it needs to stop the problem.

Protect your feline from choking. Make sure to get rid of fowl as well as fish bones securely. Wrap them in a paper or plastic bag and put them in your exterior trash bin with the cover tightly secured. At the same time, place them in a plastic bag as well as freeze them till garbage get day.

Cats as well as electrical cords don't mix. If you notice your cat has a behavior of chewing on electric cords, attempt to bundle them up as well as hide them out of the feline's reach. If that's not feasible, spray a bit of bitter apple onto the cables. Not only is bitter apple safe, cats definitely hate the taste.

Do not use medication implied for a pet dog on a pet cat. This is particularly essential for topical medications. Cats do their own cleaning, and if a pet dog medication is utilized on a cat, your pet can consume it. There are some medicines that help both pet cats and pets, however just utilize them if the vet claims it is fine.

When you are cleaning a pet cat can, it is a good idea to utilize basic soap as well as water. You might assume that it would certainly be much more sanitary to utilize a rough cleaner like bleach or ammonia, yet all that will do is produce a scent that the feline will certainly locate offending.

If you suspect your cat has actually splashed in your house yet can not find the area, there is hope. Getting a cost-effective black light can conserve you from having to tear up your rugs. Your felines pee will certainly radiance under the black light, showing you exactly where to clean up.

Lots of people do not understand that it is perfectly regular for you to take pet cats on walks so they can obtain workout as well as fresh air. There are special harnesses made for you to utilize with your pet cat. If you utilize the kind that were created dogs, there is a chance your cat can obtain away.

There are great deals of felines out there that do not have residences. Consider adopting one from your neighborhood pet dog agency prior to heading to the pet dog store. They typically offer the pet cat with all of the needed shots prior to you adopt them. The cats are also spayed or neutered to avoid family pet overpopulation.

Try your ideal not to feed your feline any table scraps, even if you make certain this would certainly be far better than throwing the added food away. When you feed your feline this kind of point, they will certainly no longer want to consume the pet cat food that you provide routinely.

Ensure to give your cats with playthings. Several individuals think about playthings a need for pet dogs, however they do not feel the same about cats. Pet cats need excitement throughout the day to continue to be healthy and balanced both mentally as well as physically. Toys can offer this. Maintain your felines from monotony by remembering this idea.

You do not have to invest a number of money on expensive playthings for your cat to have fun with. Easy points like feathers and string are wonderful for them to play with, as well as they are really affordable. While you can still buy fancy playthings if you like, you might get more take advantage of them than your cat does.

As you can see, there is rather a bit that goes into having a cat. The primary thing you need to have is some persistence. Since you've reviewed this article you must have no trouble caring for your feline. Utilize what you have found out right here and also whatever will certainly be a whole lot less complicated for you. new cat owner

#new cat owner #new cat owner checklist

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if-you-fan-a-fire · 4 years

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“Trends in Penology: Work Camp Plan Could Help Both Parolees, Taxpayers,” The Globe and Mail. October 15, 1960. Page 4. ==== By LEX SCHRAG Globe and Mail Reporter In Ontario localities where there are no branches of the John Howard Society, the provincial probation services lend a helping hand to the men on parole from the federal penitentiaries. The parolees must still report to the police, but they look to the probation officers for aid in re-establishing themselves in their communities.

The Diamond is the magazine published by and for the inmates of the Collin’s Bay penitentiary at Kingston. It tries to present the inmates’ views to the world beyond the walls.

In its September issue it proposes a plan which, the editor feels, would help the prisoners to stay out of the penitentiary when they are released.

Under this plan, prisoners would be transferred from the penitentiary to a work camp a month before they were due for release. They would be employed in a factory, manufacturing goods for governmental use tour prisons must not compete with private companies. ‘To overcome any union objections to cheap labor, let’s pay these men wages on a par with those earned by free men in a similaar industry.’ Income tax would be deducted from these earnings. Accommodation in the cam would be better than tat in the penitentiary. The prisoners would pay board of, say, $10 a week, out of a wage of not more than $50 a week (the editor has not been able to discuss wages with union officers, evidently).

The men in the transit camp would be given a measure of regulated freedom. They would be permitted to go shopping, perhaps attend movies or hockey games, attended by guides rather than guards.

They would be able to save enough money to buy clothes when they were discharged. ‘Prison suits have improved over the years, but in most cases they still leave much to be desired.’

When the man is released, ‘he won’t be stepping out the gate into a world that bewilders him - of which he is a little bit afraid. The defense mechanisms won’t make him put on that veneer of toughness.’

Counselling by such agencies as the John Howard Society and the National Employment Service could be carried on while the man is in the transit camp. Efforts could be launched to find a job and a place to live. Driving tests could be taken by those who would have to earn a living as truckers.

The procedure, the editor suggests, should be made available to all inmates of the penitentiary due for discharge, but should not be compulsory. To clinch the argument, an account is given of the experiment at London’s Pentonville Prison.

There, a group of prisoners soon to be released live in a hostel within the prison walls and go out to work each day.

What do men in the provincial probation services think of the transit camp Idea?

Wallace Bunton, York County administrative supervisor, and W. R. Outerbridge, case work supervisor, favor it. In their experience, any procedure which will break down the imaginary barriers that divide us - the men with prison records - from them - the public - is valuable.

‘I had to deal with one man,’ said Mr. Outerbridge, ‘who, at 25 years of age, had spent 10 years of his life behind bars. I wanted to help him, but when I would make an appointment to see him at my office, he wouldn’t come. He just couldn’t face the public. So I went to the place where he was staying. It took days, but finally his antagonism disappeared. he got a job and became a self-supporting citizen.’

Unlike the John Howard Society, the provincial probation officers have no funds with which to aid men who have been paroled from the penitentiaries. They must enlist the aid of service organizations to provide food and shelter for men who have no funds.

Yet, they find the parolees ready, even eager, to talk to them. They are authoritarian figures and they never try to conceal the unhappy fact that the man with a prison record has a long, hard, up-hill fight before him before he will be completely assimilated to his community.

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grumpy-limsan-customs-cat · 4 years

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#4 - Clinch

"Ooooh! As I thought, they fit you perfectly!"

The short, stocky huyran woman buzzed around the Viera, the sudden tug on the waist making them flinch slightly as she adjusted the sash wrapped around it. She hummed softly to herself, a cheerful lilt in her voice as she gave her new customer an appraising eye, only making the tall fledgling even more tense under the staring.

Fymh still wasn't sure just how they had got themselves into this situation. Just a moment ago they had carefully entered through the door, just to look around the shop in search of something to replace their usual attire with, as the more tribal outfit had been a little too alarming for possible job givers. And, before they had had a chance to speak, they had been whisked away. The never ending stream of cheerful, excited words had echoed through the one long ear and out the other as the huyr had ushered them into one of the changing rooms, with a pile of clothing in their arms.

"Yes! Yes, this is it! The simple, dark tones with a hint of blue, not too showy in design, but still clean and functional. Shirts like these are very popular with adventurers nowadays, you know?"

Functional, that was something the viera had to disagree with. Perhaps the long, loose sleeves were comfortable and kept one warm in most weathers, but they could already feel the cloth pulling and tugging against their shoulders, restricting every movement. How did people fight in these?

"Ahh, they work perfectly with that wild, handsome look of yours too! Those sharp features, that slight frown, the tall, strong but slender frame...I'm sure you've made plenty of gals swoon in your time, hmmm?"

Too close. She was standing too close. The hands idly, but curiously patting their waist and shoulders made Fymh's head spin, only soft, stammering murmurs escaping their lips, unsure whether to agree or disagree. They wanted to retreat into their mask, out of here, out of the city, and up the nearest tree. At this point any tree would've been fine. As long as it was tall enough to completely disappear into.

"Oh! You agree, yes? Then you will take the whole set, right?"

Their mismatched hues could barely hold contact with those eager eyes trying to catch them, the viera's head finally dipping into a slight, timid nod of resignation.

"Y-yes, I...I will take them."

#grumpy-limsan-customs-cat #ffxiv #Final Fantasy 14 #IC drabble #FFXIVWrite2020 #ffxivwrite2019 #clinching the deal perhaps???#fymh

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delugguk · 2 years

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'next thing you know, you're holding hands with him and end up getting married!'

pair: jungkook x reader

genre: smut, stablished relationship, drabble.

word count: 641

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Ridiculous.

"I only have eyes for you," You pant out of breath staring at his face. Seating on his lap, bouncing hard on his dick.

"can't you see?" With a gasp, you grip onto his shoulders closer to your body. Jungkook's juicy thighs are all spread on the bed and he's not even touching you. Hands on each side, he's slighly pouty and there's a clearly hostile glare that's mixed with pleasure. He's trying not to react at how well your pussy swallows him but the more you bounce and kiss on his sweaty neck, the harder it gets.

Muscles flex.

You take his head closer to your chest and bury his face between your breasts, swinging your hips back and forth on him, "look at me baby." And Jungkook does obey.

his hooded, doe glistening eyes stare at you from belowㅡchin touching your skin. he's still sulking but his eyes gaze at you as if he was asking for more. Perhaps him wanting you to show him the real deal, to show him how solid your words truely are. To prove him that you'll forever look at him and him only and that you'll never leave him for another man. ㅡ while Jungkook was very confident of himself and your relationship, he still had his little jealousy times.. yeah, he was the jealous type but that didn't bother you as you liked that of him. It makes you feel safe and protected as he wasn't the toxic jealous type of boyfriend either. Just the right amount but he could still get possessive sometimes.

when looking up at you, he seemed pretty needy and cute. You wanted to plaster a bunch of kisses all over his face.

"did you heard me?" you ask him softly in contrast of how deep your thrusts were. He let's out a pleased hum confirming your answer but you needed to hear a clearer response from his pretty pink lips.

"Answer me," giving a peck to his forehead, the tone of your voice is rather much tender. You swear you get to catch his eyes twinkle for a second before he buries down his face back to your chest, placing a quick kiss.

he hiss, "I heard you," this time touching your body. Hands all over your waist, he guides your body waves deeper on him and there's a line of your arousal that connects to his pelvis everytime you move out of him. The both of you catching that little detail made the whole room suddenly feel like the hottest and that makes him fix his eyes back at you.

"I just want you all for myself," he almost mumbles, voice deep.

Clinched arms wrapping around your body, he presses you tigher agaisnt him. "You should be only mine." His strong hug making you stock-still but soon enough you notice that's his plan all along because of the way his hips start marking a rather fast speed.

"babe-" you can't help but arch your back.

fuck.

he feels so good right now and his hot breath hitting your sweaty skin isn't helping.

"Hm?" He pauses. "So you just go and help everyone?" Dick shoving a fast dagger into your heart, his breathing cuts in between each move.

You're a moaning, whimpering mess.

Spank!

"Fuck. Pussy so good and you can't even talk to me." he groans. "how dare you answer like that when you have me?"

Spank!

"ffuck I'm going crazy. I'll never do that to you."

Spank!

"Only I can fuck you like this;"

Spank!

"Only I can see you like this,"

Spank!

"...touch you like this,"

Spank!

"And treat you like this."

"eumngㅡfuck! yeah baby.." you yelp back, very much lost in pleasure.

"Only me and no one else, understood?"

"yes baby only you.. eughㅡfucking me so goodㅡfucking good!" You sob, eyes watery.

Being so horny, he kept on thrusting hard into you, "fucking great.."

Indeed, he was very hot when he was jealous.

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yeahimaloser · 3 years

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Hi lovely! I adore your writing style and noticed you were taking requests. This is my first request ever so if it comes off a little awkward please forgive me! 👉👈

I was hoping for a scenario where Hawks has been wondering why y/n has been skipping out on get-togethers with him for the past week or two. He gets curious enough one day that he just-so-happens to patrol the area where you run off to after you reject another date with him.

He finds out that you have been going to an outdoor avian clinic and taking classes on how to pamper/massage or preen bird wings in order to surprise Hawks for your anniversary coming up.

But not like totally before Hawks confronts you and blurting out “Have you been cheating on me with a parrot?” 😂

Thank you! I hope this all makes sense. Hugs and kisses!

Hello there!! You are so sweet! and you didn’t come off awkward at all! <3

I am so sorry I didn’t actually mean for this to become an angst fic in the beginning ;-;

but it is fluffy don’t worry!

warnings: avian Keigo (Keigo having bird like tendencies)

Also I schedule this to be a bit later than I normally post, I’ll most likely be asleep when this goes up so I just wanted to say to everyone thank you for reading!!

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He tapped his foot against the floor of the restaurant, his patience deteriorating every second as he stared at the door.

As the fastest hero, Keigo never really had any patients for just about anything. One thing he hated more than anything was people being late, he moved fast, he wanted people to move fast with him.

All he wanted to do was go on a nice date night, have some dinner, and go home and watch a movie or something. He just wanted to spend time with you.

You normally never skipped out on dates, so why now?

He had noticed your absence in the last few weeks, more and more you would skip out on him.

The anxiety bubbling in his heart was starting to spill over, seeping into his attitude in daily life. In his head, he wondered if maybe you were trying to signal to him that you weren’t interested in dating anymore, that maybe you were just silently drifting from him. But he loved the 11 months he got to spend with you, he’d never experienced anything like it. It was fresh, new, loving, he didn’t want it to end. Those thoughts had made him feel miserable for the last week or so, but he was still confused by you. Although you skipped out on dates and such, you still acted so lovingly towards him. You would still come home and snuggle up to him, you would still run your fingers through his hair at night, you would still talk mindlessly about your day, as though nothing was remotely bothering you.

So, maybe you really were busy, perhaps he was just looking too much into the issue.

But still, getting stood up for the 4th time in a row would make anyone a bit upset.

He left the restaurant, paying for the drink he had ordered, and went on his way home.

Maybe it was a side effect of his quirk, but when he had these sorts of thoughts his wings would get all twitchy. He had done the research and found that when birds were in a high-stress situation they plucked at their feathers. The article also said that when a person that said a bird was attached to someone that abandons them, they get even more stressed and irritated. Which he supposed made sense. He would never admit it to very many people, (and if the press got a hold of it he would honestly shoot himself) but he had some bird tendencies.

Not big ones, just small ones.

He would bob his head in time with music sometimes, his pupils would dilate and contract when he was concentrating on something, he would mindlessly coo and cluck randomly as well.

Luckily, the commission taught him to control his bird-like tendencies, they told him that some of his bird traits were “off-putting”. But he really wasn’t sure what they were talking about, animal quirks weren’t uncommon, but he didn’t complain, he didn’t mind the help.

But since he’s been dating you, he found himself getting more and more of these tendencies.

A few times, he would find random shiny objects and give them to you, he acted all excited about it too, saying, “I saw it and thought that you could keep it! It’s super pretty so, I don’t know, I thought you’d think it was cool.” After he said that, you just took the objects and told him he was so adorable.

Another time, when you two were just out and about, he had seen you talk to someone with a similar bird quirk to his. He didn’t even know what came over him, but he squawked at the man, effectively freaking him and you out.

He apologized profusely after that.

There was one bird-like quality he didn’t mind all that much, and that was the preening of his feathers. It was honestly so relaxing, the dirt and dust from flying seeped into his feathers, so he always found himself soaking his wings in water and then rubbing them with a special kind of oil.

There were some days, however, were all he could do (or all he had time to do) was take a warm towel and gently rub off his feathers.

And lately, he had found himself going overboard with his preening, pulling more aggressively at his feathers, sometimes even hurting himself. He suspected that it was due to the stress of worrying about what was wrong with you (or him).

He hated all of it, loathed it even. Worse was how hard it was for him to broach the subject with you, whenever he got close he always wussed out. In his mind, even though it bothered him, he didn’t want to lose you. He was so scared that if he brought it up he would hear something he dreaded, and you two would fall apart.

He loved you so much, he wanted you to stay with him. Another bird trait he learned, some birds mated for life, and he would be lying if he said he didn’t feel that way about you. He just...he didn’t want to lose you.

There was one possibility that was the worst, and yet the most likely. You had been cheating on him.

He really didn’t want to admit it, but it all sort of added up.

You skipped out on dates so you could go out with this other person. When you would become affectionate with him could be a sign of guilt, he read about that online. And the way you wouldn’t see his texts or missed calls when he knew you were on a lunch break, maybe you were seeing someone else.

Was he a bad boyfriend? He thought that he had become better at this whole relationship stuff, maybe not perfect, but he was getting there. He knew he was hard to deal with, he wished he could be better for you, he really did. He knew he was busy a lot, tired from work, he knew he wasn't the most affectionate guy, but he wanted you, he wanted you so much it hurt. Keigo thought that you loved him because he really loved you.

The thought of having to let you go crushed his heart crushed his spirit too. He really did care for you, he knew that you were the one for him, so the thought of you not returning that feeling hurt him.

He flew through the night sky, looking down at the lights of the city. Normally, a sight like this would have made him smile, made him feel like he was on top of the world.

But his wings just felt uncomfortable, the wind blowing through them just increased the feeling.

He just felt… done. Like the whole world felt heavy to him. Maybe he really was overthinking everything, but he couldn’t help it, he was made to be observant.

He knew he had a strange habit of over-complicating things, but it was just his nature he supposed. A trained government agent always has to look into the fine details, at least, that's what he was taught. So, with your absence, he found himself becoming more and more paranoid.

He brought it up to his side-kicks and hero friends, and they all said the same thing; he was just being paranoid. They told him that, “sometimes in relationships, things get a little rough, it happens.” But Keigo couldn’t help but hate the whole ordeal.

He sighed, flying faster to his home.

One time, he had tried to follow you on your lunch break. He supposed it was pretty stalkerish, but he was getting desperate. All he needed was reassurance, just to know if you were actually busy or if that had been a bullshit excuse. He told himself it wasn’t a huge deal, he was just making sure you were doing ok.

...ok maybe it was a bit of a breach of privacy.

He had perched himself on top of a building near your workplace. Keigo had made sure that you wouldn’t be able to see him as he followed you, keeping out of sight as best he could.

His initial thought was you would go to a coffee shop, maybe some sort of expensive restaurant if you were meeting someone.

Yet, to his surprise, he saw you scarf down a sandwich as you entered an animal clinch.

Were you cheating on him with an animal clinch employee?

He wanted to confront you then and there, but from where he was, he didn’t have any reason to.

It looked innocent enough, you were just going to an animal clinch.

He immediately felt guilty. There was no reason for him not to trust you, you had done nothing wrong in this situation. Maybe you really were working overtime and he was just overthinking everything.

He shook his head, sighing, he unfolded his wings and flew off the building he was perched on.

That was a week ago, it was after the third time you stood him up. And now, although he didn’t have any proof of you cheating, he still felt like he had a reason to confront you. He just felt sick of worrying and overthinking everything, and in all honesty, you weren’t helping the situation. Every time he asked you about it, you always came up with some sort of excuse.

He landed on his balcony with a loud thump, not caring all that much about the noise.

As he entered his home, he lifted the hem of his shirt off his head, throwing it on the floor unceremoniously. Walking over to the bathroom, he filled a special bowl full of water and made his way back over to the bed.

It was probably a bad idea to preen himself when he was so aggravated like this, but he wanted to do it, his wings felt so uncomfortable.

His right-wing raised a bit as he sat down, pulling the feathered stump closer to him.

But before he could even graze the feathers with a damp cloth he had, he heard the front door open and close.

Before he had even realized it, he was already zooming down the staircase of his luscious penthouse, knowing full well you were already inside of his home.

“Hi honey,” you slipped your shoes off, not looking at him yet. “How was your day- Oh,” he crossed his arms over his chest, he was sure his expression was one of utmost anger.

“Where were you,” his tone was irritated, his wings twitched behind him.

“I was working. Baby what's wrong,” he nearly rolled his eyes at your concerned tone.

“Don’t baby me, you stood me up,” he huffed, “again.”

He didn’t miss the sorry expression that flashed on your face, “Kei, I’m sorry, I really am. I’ve just been so busy lately. I know I haven’t been fair to you, but I’m not doing anything tomorrow! Look I’ll even make dinner for you, ok? Really, Kei, I’m ”

“Y/N,” here it came, “if your gonna break up with me, just do it already

Well, that certainly shocked you (and him if he was being honest). Your whole expression fell into one of confusion, your eyes looked up at him with genuine hurt.

“What? Keigo what are you talking about? You’re not making any sense, why would I want to break up with you?”

“I don’t know Y/N?! Why have you been avoiding me for so long!?”

You sighed, “Is that what this is all about? Well,” you pulled out some sort of form, reaching it out to him, “here, I wanted to surprise you on our anniversary, but I don’t want you to think that I’m doing something dishonest.”

He snatched the piece of paper out of your hand, maybe a bit too harshly. He looked at it and was immediately confused.

It was information on a class about… how to preen birds?

He gave you a confused look, to which you gave him a light smile, “I see how frustrating it is for you to preen them, so I wanted to help out. I saw that I could learn how and thought it would be a cute thing for us to do together.”

He stood in shock for a few moments, letting the guilt wash over him.

“I-I’m so sorry.”

You chuckled a bit, “Don’t be, it was wrong of me to leave you high and dry on dates, I just had to work overtime in order to get these classes in.”

Now, he felt twice as guilty.

This whole time he had thought you were drifting away from him, and worse, he thought you were cheating on him. He felt sick. His friends were right, he really was overthinking the whole situation. And worst of all, you were working overtime to do something so nice for him, and here he was, yelling at you.

“I-I’m so sorry, Y/N. Jesus,” he shook his head, “I’m an idiot. You were off doing something so thoughtful for me, and I was being a prick, yelling at you. I’m sorry honey. Is there something I can do to make it up to you?”

But you just chuckled, “Keigo, really, it’s ok. I should have at least done something to convince you, or rescheduled our dates. It’s ok honey, don’t feel bad.”

You moved in to give him a hug, which just happened to be the moment you realized his shirt was missing.

“Uh,” he saw your body straighten up, and your face makes a flustered expression, “why is your shirt…”

“Oh, well,” he scratched his feathers nervously, “it’s kinda funny, I was just about to preen my wings. So I have to take off my shirt in order to get the water to the back. Kind of a weird coincidence, huh.”

“Well,” you looked at him, eyes softening, “can I help?”

Keigo was sure his heart had frozen, after a moment or two, he answered, “S-sure.”

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You pulled a stool for him to sit on as you sat down on the bed.

Keigo wasn’t sure why, but he felt so anxious. To tell the truth, he never really had someone preen his wings before. He would always do it himself, it was an annoying effort sometimes, but the commission was very big on him looking good for the public eye.

His wings weren’t super sensitive, but the light touches of your fingers running through them felt like pure heaven to him. The sensation was like having someone giving a message, but… different. It felt nicer, more loving, more slow and nice.

The whole sensation made him shutter.

“Is this ok,” he didn’t miss the anxiety in your tone.

“Yeah,” he said, breathlessly. “Perfect, keep...keep doing that babe.”

The little pulls of his feathers relaxed him more and more, making him seep into the back of the stool he was sitting on.

When you had started to add water to the mix, he didn’t notice his cooing.

“Kei?”

“Hmm,” his mind was so far gone in the relaxation of your hands that he barely registered your voice.

“Are you cooing,” you had to suppress your smirk as his body went rigid, as well as his wings.

“I,” his face was almost as deep red as his wings, “s-sorry.”

You giggled, “Don’t apologize,” you pressed softly into the apex of some of his feathers, “if it feels good, it’s fine if you coo. I won't judge you.”

Softly, he let out a few coos, but he didn’t want to freak you out.

But soon, he realized he couldn’t keep them in, you were just doing so well.

You moved softly to grab his feather oil, “Uh, so how does this even work? Do I take a few drops and run them through each individual feather or something?”

You’ve seen him preen his wings before, but until recently you had just started to pay attention to how he exactly did them. You had noticed that the oil he used on his feathers gave a shine to the red plumage, but you had noticed he was a bit cautious with the serum.

“O-oh,” you didn’t miss the light stutter and the soft up-take of his voice, “Um, if you want you can just put a few drops in your hand and rake them through. You don’t have to do each one if you don’t want to.”

You thought for a moment, “Alright, I think I’ll just do each feather. I wanna get this right after all.”

And, honest to god, Keigo gulped.

You’ve never seen him this relaxed and yet so tense, you would have thought he was drugged. You would be lying if you didn’t enjoy it though, the way Keigo melted into you, it was weirdly adorable.

“Yeah,” he let out, “yeah ok.”

After that, it was like Keigo could barely talk.

For a moment, you considered something. When you and Keigo had started to date, you had noticed how he was a bit touch-starved. He craved affection, whether he was aware of this or not, you weren’t sure.

But it made sense, his childhood past, and plus, this was his first real relationship. You wondered if Keigo had ever been shown so decent, honest love before.

Perhaps his bird instincts also played a part in how affectionate he could be. You read once, that when male birds became attached to their mates they tended to get affectionate as well as loving. Plus, some birds preened their mates as a show of love, you wondered if what Keigo was doing was just his way of showing how happy he was with you preening him.

After you were done, Keigo’s head was light and tired. The whole experience for him felt magical, he wasn’t sure why though. He preened himself a bunch of times, why was this the first time he felt this way?

But Keigo’s head couldn’t really process the question at the moment.

“You wanna go to sleep,” you asked, bringing your hands lightly over his shoulders, kissing his forehead.

He let out a small, “Mhm,” as he stood up. You had to help him to his bed because of how wobbly he was.

After you carefully helped him into bed, you turned to go to the bathroom to wash your hands, but Keigo dragged you down.

“No,” he whined softly as you tried to get out of his grip, “cuddles.”

(You couldn’t lie, this had to be the most adorable thing you’ve ever seen him do)

He nuzzled into you, his body flushed against yours.

That’s when you heard it, the little chips. You didn’t say anything, scared that if you did he would stop. You played with his hair as he chirped into your neck, his wings shivered a bit.

You decided to ask him, “Hey, Kei.”

He hummed lightly.

“I’ve never seen you like this, does it have something to do with your bird instincts?”

Keigo thought for a moment, “Maybe,” his voice was light you noticed, “it could be. Kinda just something I experience because that’s what birds do with their...mates.”

You chuckled, running your hands through his wings again, “Maybe it’s because you're also, like, really touch starved.”

“Oh yeah, maybe. I mean,” he looked at you, like a lovesick puppy, “you are my first time in a real relationship.”

You laughed lightly, going back to lightly stroking his hair and feathers.

“Hey Y/N,” Keigo’s voice was tired, and yet, it was soft.

“Yeah honey,” you asked in an equally gooey voice.

He nuzzled in closer to you, giving you a soft, yet deep kiss, “I love you.”

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spicycreativity · 3 years

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Moceit, Janus is a Mob boss or big time CEO or lawyer or something, very suave and powerful and stylish. He is also head over heels for Patton. And Perhaps not suave and cool at all No angst please

Okay so this one got away from me quite a bit. My WIP list is a mile long, but I have a vision for this where it's basically a Hallmark movie where Janus abandons his toxic city life and falls in love with both Patton and this tiny mountain town. And also maybe a subplot where Janus' Vaguely Evil Corporation plans to like idk bulldoze the forest or smth and he lies to Patton abt it but ultimately turns on his company and saves the day. And then they smooch and get married, probably.

Also my italics button is broken so just. Intuit them 😅

Anyway, here's the 1.7k opening to that, rated T for lots of cursing, pre-relationship Moceit:

As far as power plays went, forcing Janus to drive six hours for a meeting at some steakhouse squarely in the middle of nowhere was actually quite tame. It was certainly better than the 2018 Raw Oyster Incident and the subsequent discovery that he'd developed a shellfish allergy. He'd still clinched the deal, though, and that's what counted.

No, driving six hours back to the city through verdant farmland and towering forests was certainly not the worst way to spend a Wednesday afternoon, especially since the lack of cell service meant that none of his coworkers could bother him. The only thing putting a damper on his mood was the bright orange check engine light that had illuminated on his dashboard about an hour ago.

It was probably nothing. Probably the company car just needed an oil change or something, some menial task he could foist off onto his secretary when he got back. Only-- He glanced at the console screen. Only four hours to go.

God, this was boring.

Sunshiney forests and fields of cows and his favorite Kenny G. CD could only keep him entertained for so long. He stepped on the accelerator only to remove his foot from the pedal entirely when gray smoke began to billow from the hood.

"Oh, fuck me," Janus hissed. He slowed the Lexus to a crawl and eased down the highway into an upcoming mountain town, pulling over at the first place he saw.

He rolled his eyes at the cutesy little facade, all shutters and shingles and window boxes full of geraniums. The little wooden sign out front, equally as sickeningly twee as the rest of the building, read 'Just Like Heaven: pies - coffee - shakes.'

Janus stepped out of the car and took a deep breath of crisp mountain air, made sweeter by the pine trees and the nearby geraniums. It was almost nice, would have been nice if he wasn't so pissed off. He jammed his thumb into the lock button on the Lexus' fob and stalked into Just Like Heaven. The heavy wooden door squeaked shut behind him on ancient hinges, depriving him of even the small pleasure of slamming it. To add insult to injury, his entrance was heralded by the tinkling of bells that had been attached to the door handle with ribbon. Ugh, this place was disgusting.

Just Like Heaven wasn't exactly bustling at this hour, although there appeared to be only one staff member working. Janus watched his reflection in the mirrored pie case, because of course this place had a mirrored pie case, and breathed in the smell of coffee. The waiter was a bear of a man with glasses and strawberry blond curls. His voice didn't carry across the restaurant, leaving Janus to wonder at what he was saying.

A few moments passed and the waiter continued to chat with one of the tables. Janus shifted his weight. His shiny black Oxfords may have paired excellently with Armani, but they were not designed for long-term standing. His lower back, already protesting the prolonged car trip, began to ache in earnest. Janus cleared his throat to no avail. Maybe he should leave… But that would mean walking down the side of the highway in a suit that probably cost more than this place's mortgage, not to mention how his back would feel after trying to walk in these stupid, stylish Oxfords.

Janus directed his attention back at the pie case, but the waiter was nowhere to be seen. Oh, fuck today. Janus sighed through his nose and eyed the rickety, mismatched chairs lined up under the window. They looked like death traps. He could stand. It wouldn't kill him, and his Fitbit would be satisfied, at least. Logan was kicking his ass at steps and standing time.

On instinct, he slipped his phone out of his pocket. He still had no service and the battery was dying. Janus hated it here. Screw this stupid little snowglobe town, screw Just Like Heaven, and especially screw the fucking good-for-nothing waiter who couldn't even be assed to--

"Table for one?"

Janus jumped, heart hammering beneath his ribs. "Yes," he growled, refusing to look the waiter in the eye. He settled for chest-height (easy enough, since that was where his eyeline rested naturally anyway). The man's ridiculous apron, decorated with teddy bear buttons, had the name 'Patton' embroidered into the upper right corner in ornate cursive.

"Great! Follow me." Oh, so he wasn't even going to apologize for the wait. Excellent, perfect. Five stars. Janus followed him to a booth that faced a wall of trees. "Here we go."

Janus still refused eye contact, staring at the menu while Patton rattled off a list of specials he wasn't going to order. "Just coffee," he said once Patton was done.

"Cream and sugar?"

"No."

"Okay!" Patton said brightly. "That'll be right out!"

It wasn't, of course. Janus stared out the window, watching the songbirds flit through the pine trees. He wanted out of this two-bit town and he was going to need Patton's help to do that. He would have to turn on the charm eventually, employ all the skills he had gained as a recruiter. And he would have plenty of time to do it, as experience had shown that it was going to take roughly five to seven business days before he saw even a hint of his coffee. Now that he was closer, he could hear Patton chattering away again. Probably to the cooks, given the booths proximity to the kitchen. How was this restaurant still in business?

Finally, a vaguely Patton-shaped figure entered Janus' peripheral vision and he steeled himself, mixing up a shiny veneer with which to paint over his annoyance.

A white coffee mug and a matching saucer clinked onto the table, entering his vision slowly.

"Can I get you anything else, sir?"

"Actually." Janus turned to finally make eye contact with Patton and met a pair of brilliant brown eyes framed by somewhat old-fashioned glasses. The phrase 'teddy bear' leapt into his mind, followed shortly by 'angel.' Despite his height, Patton had an innocent, boyish look about him, so unlike the cold demeanors of Janus' coworkers. He seemed genuine and real, his features warm and kind. Whatever Janus was going to say turned to a puddle of goo in his mind. "Uhhh…"

Patton nodded encouragingly.

Janus failed to rally. "I, uh-- My car-- That is, my company car-- I'm not from around here, not that it matters, but, aha, anyway, I need a mechanic."

"You need a mechanic?" Patton repeated, his brow furrowed.

What Janus really needed was a fucking neurosurgeon. He shook his head. "I'm sorry," he said, flashing a closed-mouth smile. "My company car broke down and I'm looking for a mechanic."

"There's a garage across town, Advanced Automotive," Patton said. Then he winked and said, "It's wheelie not that far."

"Uh-huh," said Janus, choosing to ignore the pun. "Well, great." Patton stared at him expectantly. "Oh, um. That's all."

"Mmhm," said Patton, his friendly face suddenly turning critical. "I'll bring the check."

He was back in a flash, barely enough time for Janus to make a decision and certainly not enough time for him to talk himself out of it. He jumped to his feet when Patton approached the table, nervous despite himself. "My name's Janus, by the way."

"Okay?" Patton did not look impressed and Janus couldn't help but wonder where his smile had gone. He had been borderline angelic before, but now his face had gone as cold as the mountain air. Janus couldn't wrap his head around it. People usually greeted him with deference, fear, or flirtation. Between his exquisitely tailored suits and his heterochromia, Janus turned heads wherever he went. The only people who scowled at him like this were business rivals.

Undeterred, Janus tilted his head at Patton, playing somewhat coy. "It's getting late and I still have a ways to go. I may have to stay the night here in town. If that's the case, and assuming there's somewhere to go, would you like to get a drink with me?"

Patton's expression morphed into one of surprise and a small smile graced his lips. He looked Janus in the eye. "No."

What? "I'm sorry, I think--"

"I said no."

Well. That had never happened before. The only people who said no to Janus were just playing hardball, trying to see how much he would sweeten the deal before drawing the line. "My treat, of course."

Patton shook his head. "No, thank you "

So the car was broken, Janus was stuck in this stupid mountain town, and the one person who might have made the encoraching evening more bearable had just turned him down in the middle of a semi-crowded restaurant. Yes, it was official: God hated him. "Oh."

"You don't have to look so confused about it," Patton said. "You came in here with a bad attitude and you were pretty much rude to me the whole time until you decided you wanted something from me. Maybe I'm just old-fashioned, but that's not the kind of person I like to go out with."

"Look," said Janus, "I'm having a bad day. I-- I can make it up to you. Over drinks." He smiled winningly. The stuttering hadn't been part of the plan, but he kind of pulled it off in a charming, Hugh Grant sort of way.

"You can make it up to me, alright," Patton said. "Say one genuinely nice thing about my restaurant."

"I haven't even tried the coffee yet," Janus said weakly.

Patton scoffed and turned away. "Yeah, that's what I thought." He disappeared into the kitchen, leaving Janus with the check and the coffee.

Janus sat back down at the table and promptly burned his tongue on it.

What a spectacular day.

Out the window, he caught sight of a few deer trotting cautiously through the underbrush. He sipped his coffee and watched them walk around, determined not to leave until Patton came back for the check. He could leave some cash on the table and slip out with his tail between his legs, but Janus was no quitter. He was ruthless, ambitious, cunning, and most importantly, a big fucking liar.

Patton finally did come around to get Janus' credit card. Janus stood again. "Patton," he said, meeting those beautiful brown eyes. "That was the best cup of coffee I've ever had. Thank you."

Patton grinned at him. "I'm off at 5:00."

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de-profundis-ad-astra · 3 years

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One, Two Punch

Pairing: Ben Miller x Reader, kinda. Flirtationship more than a relationship Rating: Somewhere between T and M? Summary: After knowing Ben for barely two months, you’re invited to attend one of his fights. Length: ~2k words Warnings: Swearing, mentions of alcohol, vague descriptions of legally sanctioned violence, vague mentions of masturbation. Taglist: @firefeatherx @goldenhour-goldenboy @mandoplease @mylifeliterally @phoenixhalliwell @havenforafrazzledmind @living-reminder @beatriz-silva-00 @pascalz @worldominatorx @givemethatgold @agirllovespancakes @lilacyennefer @dignityneeded @veuliee @briskywalker @the-bird-suit @mapache-lector @skylyknightly (let me know if you want to be +/-) Note: For the anon from yesterday. If you see this, I love you and if you want me to keep posting old fics, please let me know.

The day you’re invited to watch one of Ben Miller’s fights, it feels like a rite of passage.

The boys go quiet when he drops the question. So quiet, in fact, you wonder if you mistook the invitation for a marriage proposal. Suddenly extremely interested in their respective drinks, they sneak glances in your direction in the moments following. Ben’s eyes, clear and bright and… have they always been that blue? They root you to the spot, pinning you without him needing to lift a finger.

“Sure,” you say, shrugging off the odd looks and your own uncertainty. “Sounds fun.”

The fight isn’t for another three weeks, but Will practically has to drag Ben out of the bar by the collar whilst claiming that prep starts now. Once the door is soundly closed behind the Millers, Santiago and Frankie take turns explaining that Ben has never invited anyone to his fights. Well, not for a while, at least. They run you through what you’re sure is an abbreviated version of their last experience with this.

Long story short: he invited one of his previous flings to a fight, she left before the match ended with nothing more than a text letting him know that she didn’t think it would work, and they never heard from her again.

You swipe a finger down the glass–it’s started sweating condensation since they started talking. You rub the moisture between your fingertips, then take a sip, welcoming the burn as the tequila warms its way down your throat. “Why are you telling me this?”

“Because it’s a big deal,” Santiago says. “A big fucking deal.”

You get it, they’re more than friends to Ben. They’re his teammates, the people he trusts more than anyone in the world to watch his back. You suppose that’s precisely what they’re doing, now. You suspect that if you were to bail out like the previous girl did, they wouldn’t let you off so easy.

Not that you would. It’s just… a lot to take in.

“I get it,” you say with a smile. “I break his heart, you break my neck, right?”

Frankie lifts his glass in a toast. “I knew you were a fast learner.”

–

The following Tuesday evening finds you knocking on Ben’s door for your usual burger run. It’s probably too early to call it a tradition, but you’re relationship with Ben, thus far, is comprised primarily of spontaneous adventures such as this. Every Tuesday for the past three weeks you’ve gotten together to eat greasy foods and talk and laugh together. So it’s worth a shot, right?

Except when Will opens the door.

“Hey, Y/N,” he says cordially, if not a bit bewildered.

“Y/N!” you hear Ben’s unmistakable voice call from further within. “Come in!”

Will steps aside, vacating enough space for you to pass. You step over the threshold, your eyes immediately landing on the small dining table to your right. And the… grain bowl he’s eating?

“I see you’ve already got dinner taken care of,” you note with a small laugh. You’re more entertained by the sight than you are upset by the fact that burger night will have to wait.

Ben’s face falls, and his fork clatters to the table. “Shit,” he scrambles to pull his phone from his pocket. “Shit.” He unlocks it, hits a few buttons, then slides it back into his jeans.

A few seconds later, your own phone’s screen lights up with an unread text. You open it and read:

have 2 take a rain check on burgers 2nite. wills got me on this ‘clean eating’ diet before the fight.

You hold up the phone for him to see, “Got it.”

Ben says a bit sheepishly, “Forgot to send it. Selective memory. Sorry.”

As much as you want to be sad that your night out has been postponed, you’re more touched by the fact that of all the things on his mind, that was one of them.

“He needs to get into work mode,” Will fills the silence as Ben shovels a heap of quinoa and chicken into his mouth and makes a show of gagging on it. “Gotta keep him focused on eating better and training.”

You think about the pack of beers you’d bought and stored in your fridge. “I take it that means no alcohol, either.”

“Nope,” the brothers answer in unison–Ben with notably more disdain than Will.

“I was winning fights before you put me on this diet, you know,” Ben grumbles around his food.

“Doesn’t mean you still shouldn’t be taking care of yourself when your putting that much wear and tear on your body.” Will points at his younger brother. “Eat.”

“You’re worse than mom.”

“Eat.”

Ben groans and heaps some more food into his mouth. “I’m not worried,” he says half to himself.

You see it then. In his eyes, he’s focused and somewhere that isn’t quite here. You look at the hard lines around his mouth and suddenly wish you could take your thumb and run it across his lower lip, card your fingers through the unruly hair he dutifully keeps under the protection of his hat. One look at his face, and you know his mind has wandered somewhere similar.

Want, need, desire, call it what you will. All that and more churns in your gut.

Will clears his throat, pulling you two back from where you teeter on the edge of the gutter and back to the present. “We’ll worry about it when it’s time to worry about it. There’s nothing we can do right now except prepare. It’ll turn out how it turns out. And if Ben does what he’s supposed to, it’ll turn out well.”

“Win that fight, Benjamin,” you tease, turning back towards the door. “And we’ll get those burgers.”

You feel his eyes burning into your back long after the door shuts behind you.

–

You don’t feel ashamed of the moment you and Ben shared. That nagging in your chest is a far cry from shame. You’d outgrown that long ago. The look you’d shared, the thoughts you had and knew he had were mild in comparison to what you knew you wanted.

You knew the look in his eyes, that unspoken promise for something more–something you completely, unabashedly craved–and your carefully placed tethers would fray and fray and fray until there was nothing to hold you back. He didn’t need distractions right now, you wanted to respect that.

That didn’t make it any less miserable.

It only takes three days before it grows so unbearable that you take matters into your own hands.

Overheated and nearly frantic, you toss and turn in bed that night until your tank top and short clink and chafe against your slightly sweaty body. You try counting the minutes until sleep takes you. But minutes turn to hours with no sign of relief.

Need crawls over you, slithering under your skin. It doesn’t take much to imagine his face, that it’s his hands on your skin, inside–

But that release only leaves you hollow–unsatisfied.

You make a point to keep your distance for the remainder of that week. Until the day of the fight, actually. By then, the tether is pulled so tight that you fear it might snap at one wrong move.

Later, you remind yourself. That unfinished business will come later.

–

The air is thick with the mingled scents of liquor, body odor, and several variants of cheap cologne. And it’s so hot. People move around you in groups, and the floor beneath your feet is sticky from some spilled drink that hadn’t been properly cleaned. The heavy beat of a rock song slam against your chest, and as you look around you think you see more tattoos than skin, more leather than jeans, and more filled cups than empty hands.

You’re not scared. Far from it, actually. The energy of the crowd feeds your own, the music heightening your excitement as you follow Frankie and Santiago through the crowd and squeeze yourselves into an open spot right in front of the cage. One of them, you can’t tell who, shoves a drink into your hand and tells you its on them.

You hold the beverage, but don’t partake as the referee begins to announce the next fighter. The first thing you see is a flash of red shorts.

Perhaps it’s for show, watching Ben make his way from the door to the cage, swaying his shoulders with each step, his eyes locked on it and nothing else as heavy metal blasts around you. You don’t exist to him. Not right now. Regardless, heat pools in your stomach.

He takes is sweet time peeling off his shirt and stretching his shoulders. He turns away from you so Will can help him into his gloves, allowing you a full view of that gloriously muscled back. You admire each line of muscle, each movement he makes as he turns and enters the ring. To hell with all the people around you. You want that. You want that over you, under you, all around you. You could touch him everywhere at once and it still wouldn’t be enough to satisfy you–

His eyes find you in the crowd, and he winks.

If it was socially acceptable to swoon, you might have.

Maybe you did, anyway.

–

The fight itself doesn’t last long. At one point you set your untouched drink down, then promptly kick it over when you leap to your feet to cheer.

Even then, you can’t help but clinch every time someone lands a hit, skin reddening and bruising, breathing labored and shallow until a hand is being lifted in the air in victory. It’s Ben’s.

–

You wait outside the lockers with the guys. Santiago is weaving a tale from his days in Brazil that you’re only half paying attention to. You remain standing off to the side, sipping a lukewarm water, watching.

It takes a while for Ben to come out. The blood has been cleaned from his face and, remarkably, the only lasting mark is a purple-blue bruise above his cheekbone. But he’s grinning ear to ear, and he pulls first Santiago, then Frankie into a bear of a hug. You see his face over their shoulders, how hie eyes still veritably glow with the same energy you’d seen in the ring.

You push yourself from the wall you’re leaning against, and step up to them. Ben’s eyes meet yours as if by gravitational pull.

You’d felt drawn to him since the day you’d met. But this is like meeting him for the first time. A dim hallway. The crowd slowly draining out from the gymnasium. You, holding a cup of piss-poor excuse for water, and him.

The boys quietly let Ben know that they’ll catch up with him later, and melt into the meandering crowd.

The shift in his expression makes it achingly clear what Ben wants. His gaze lingers, now. His shoulders seem broader as he steps towards you, his gym bag over one shoulder, his other arm extended for you.

“Let’s go.” His voice is different in the aftermath of the fight. You can see the adrenaline still pumping in the way his eyes lock on you.

You find your way to his body, and let him guide you outside. His hand sneaks around your waist and under your shirt, his fingers digging into the skin above your hipbone. He guides your steps with a fierceness, and as soon as you make it back to his car, his hand wanders lower, lower.

He tosses his bag into his car, refusing to let you go. Another swift motion has you pinned between the heat of his body and the side of the car.

He’s in front of you, caging you in, his fingers lingering at the waistband of your leggings, his shirt damp from the shower he just took, hair dangling over his forehead. You clamp your hands down on his biceps, digging your fingers into skin and muscle and him.

You barely have time to register it all before his lips crash into yours, and the empire of your longing comes crashing down.

Yes, you could stand to be with this for a little longer.

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How To Sell Your House Fast For Cash in West Valley City

It can occur for a variety of reasons, including divorce, job loss, relocation, or just being unable to keep up with the mortgage payments. Whatever the case may be, you’ve found a situation where you need to sell your West Valley home quickly for cash.

Then you must promote your home to clients who are serious about buying a house for cash, get them in the door, and clinch the sale. Knowing how to prepare your home for sale and understanding the process may be beneficial.

How Do You Sell Your House Fast For Cash?

1. Title/Deed - People buying a house for cash should, in general, make sure a purchase-and-sale agreement has been drafted after locating a solid possibility. Following that, they will most likely conduct a title search to ensure that the title is free of liens and other encumbrances. They will then inquire as to the type of deed you are offering, such as quitclaim, warranty, or special warranty.

2. Offer - The cash buyer will make an offer if all of these conditions are met. Because the transaction isn’t contingent on a third-party loan and the inevitable wait, a cash buyer will feel she has greater negotiation power. If the first offer does not suit you, you can always make a counteroffer.

3. Inspection/Appraisal - If your offer is accepted, the person purchasing your home will want an inspection and potentially an assessment to ensure that there are no major issues and that she is receiving her money’s worth.

4. Close - Because this is a cash transaction, you and the buyer can choose a closing date that is convenient for both of you, which is normally much sooner with a cash transaction. You simply show up with a pen and a cashier’s check at a notary’s office. Before you try to sell your house for cash, there are a few things you need to do,

5. Price - Because it’s what causes people to consider your house in the first place, pricing it correctly is perhaps the best step you can take toward a quick cash sale. If you price your home too low, buyers will assume something is wrong with it, and if you price it too high, it will sit unsold for a long time, with the same effect.

6. Appeal to the Eyes - This is what make that all-important initial impression and entices them to come in. So, tidying up the yard and the exterior of the house is worth the time and money. And it doesn’t take much - perhaps just a little lawn mowing and light landscaping, a little roof repair, touch-up paint, and window decoration.

7. Deal Sweeteners - It’s always a good idea to sweeten the bargain to make appealing to potential buyers. People are willing to contribute more (selling price) if they believe they will receive something in return, according to the tried-and-true principle of reciprocity (the deal sweeteners)/. You may, for example, offer to cover some or all of the closing costs, or you could offer to provide a transferable home warranty that would cover key appliances and/or HVAC systems, for example.

These suggestions and steps will help you close a cash agreement if you need to sell your house quickly and are seeking someone to buy it. However, there is much more you can do to improve your cash offer and speed up the sale.

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poormeowmeowcollector · 3 years

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Trying To Balance With A Part Of Yourself Missing

Summary: Thor bargains with Odin on Loki's sentence, and he wins. Loki is moved with the Avengers to fix his past mistakes. But Odin's term changes everything, and Loki's foe is not their mistakes, but their self-image.

Warnings: each chapter has individual, the work in general is pretty dark

Notes: When a dialogue of Loki is in bold, he is speaking English. And when a line is in italics without a dialogue, it's an intrusive thought.

Chapter 5: The Doctor

Chapter summary: Banner takes Loki for the tests.

Warnings: Language, gender dysphoria, gender dysmorphia, internalized racism, intrusive thoughts, needles, blood, medical themes, mentions of child neglect [not on screen], mentions of self harm [not on screen]

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This time, Friday wakes them up, reminding them of the appointment with Banner. Loki groans and drags himself out of the bed and into the bathroom, it's better to get rid of that smell, at least for as long as it can hold.

At least Loki doesn't have to look at their body as they wash themselves, an advantage of blindness they didn't think of until now. Still, being forced to touch all the time is unpleasant and uncomfortable to no end. And trying to wash his hair without scratching his hands on the horns or his claws scratching his scalp is a task unimaginably difficult.

Loki now understands why Jötnar run around naked, wearing a shirt with these horns is almost impossible. But, they must hide the chest plate, at least from everyone but Thor. And Banner, after the examination. And, shit, he probably has to take breakfast with them…

They sigh and glance at the mirror, only to make sure they don't look so much for a mess. His appearance is acceptable, so he takes the now charged earpiece and walks away, wearing it as Friday starts instructing.

A hand touches their shoulder, making them flinch away. Thor, the owner of the hand, mutters something, probably an apology, but he can't hear it thanks to Friday. They take a breath out and smile at Thor, muttering a good morning. Thankfully, Friday stops talking.

"How are you feeling? You look…" Thor trails off, trying to appear as polite as possible.

"F-f-feverish? It's fi-fine, just-just a b-bad day," he brushes off, suddenly glad that he doesn't need Friday's translations.

"But, you're ill," Thor argues, making Loki sigh.

"I'm not-not, it's a bad d-day," they answer.

"Loki, you can't fool me. You're unwell, why don't you admit it?" he groans. Truth be told, Loki rarely admits any weakness with ease. As long as one can walk, there's no need for whining, Odin had said countless times and Loki never stopped obeying.

"I d-d-do. It's a b-bad da-day," he speaks slowly and as clearly as possible.

"Loki, you're having a fever. It's not just a bad day, and you are allowed to admit that you're ill. Please," Thor begs, actually begs. If Loki wasn't so pissed off, they'd be touched.

He pulls Thor closer, mostly to maintain some secrecy. "I am on m-m-my pe-pe-period," they hiss, watching as Thor's last brain cell comes to life.

"Oh… well, this explains the irritability of yours, brother. You know your patience always runs low these days," Thor nods, all matter-of-factly. Loki has to take deep breaths and remind themselves again and again that murder is a convicted crime, and they should not get locked up in a Midgardian prison. Or any prison, anytime soon.

Luckily, Thor remains silent after that. The only one who breaks the silence is Friday, reminding Loki that he can't eat before a blood test, or the results will not be accurate. Fine, they didn't really feel hungry anyway.

Perhaps, if you skip today's food entirely, you'll lose that disgusting bloating of yours. He tries hard to not grimace at the thought. No, they have to remind themselves, it will leave after a few days, it always does. Just do the damn tests and then eat, it's not that hard.

When they reach the kitchen, Loki can feel eyes on him and a mix of confusion and irritation in the air. Alright, just stay quiet and it will pass.

Wanda mutters a good morning, her magic swirling around her like some form of shield or blanket. Loki repeats the wish, forcing a smile. They don’t know which is worse, the jealousy building up or the guilt over the last time they listened to that feeling.

Thor helps him find a chair in the bright chaos, and even pulls it. For fucks sake, they're not unable to sit on a fucking chair! He tries to prove it by being the one who adjusts it on the table.

"Morning, dude. How're you feeling?" a man asks, Wilson. Just by his voice, he sounds kind, less judgemental.

"Fine, thank you for asking," they answer, plastering another fake smile (one of the best skills being a prince has given them).

Still, Wanda is seeing through it and attempts to find out, by using a simple mind invading spell. One that makes the base of Loki's skull feel ablaze. As loud as he can, he thinks of the word stop, making Wanda pause and retreat, her curiosity replaced with shame.

Then, a conversation occurs. Loki doesn't want to take part, but the combination of the voices and Friday's translations is overwhelming, making his head pound. Friday catches the message and stops translating, but the voices are still too fucking loud. Loki sighs and decides to just take a sip of water, and see if it'll help, but it turns to ice before it touches their lips. But fuck, he's thirsty and in pain.

A hand touches their shoulder, and they jump up, turning around to see a short person dressed in purple. "Are you ready for the tests?" He asks, Banner. Loki nods and gets up, pardoning himself before walking away.

"Are you okay?" he asks, making Loki groan.

"Wh-wh-wh-why does e-e-everyone ask me-me if I'm okay? I'm f-f-fine!" they snap, stopping only after feeling Banner freeze.

"I asked because you looked like you were about to start crying over there. No offence, they can be loud sometimes, but you didn't seem like you were taking it well," he answers, half expecting his skull to be crushed. But Loki is just ashamed he didn't hide the pain better.

"N-n-n-none t-taken. Noise is not exactly we-we-we-welcome, and I used to to-to-tone it down w-w-with spells. Now, I c-c-c-can't," they explain, just beginning to collect themselves.

"You know, you can ask Friday to deafen, if you use the earpieces. It helps," he suggests. Loki nods, happy with the silence that they fall into. At least Banner doesn't feel like he has to talk all the time, even though he's nervous. He's still afraid of him, even though it's not necessary any more.

The lab is a fucking bright room, Loki has to cover their eyes and let Banner navigate them, after lowering the lights.

During the examination, Loki comes to realize that Asgard and Midgard are opposite when it comes to healing. First, Banner promises secrecy, any information stays private until Loki asks for a leak, or in a life or death situation. And then, he just asks about everything and listens to the answer. No doubt, no comments and no painful examinations with leeches or smelly potions that make people’s skin pink. Well, the examination on light sensitivity was painful, and Loki swears to piss on the grave of whoever thought a flashlight in the eyes is a good idea, but the rest were fine.

When he was young, Odin would not easily believe Loki, no matter what. The times when they were forced in hunts that were leaving them in the healing wing for weeks or feasts until they faint on their plate due to fever are uncountable. The show would usually begin with Loki faking the illness because he’s lazy, come to its climax when Loki would be deemed delicate and weak while being tossed in the healing wing and the parade of hypocrisy would end after Loki returns to his chamber only to be forgotten there. Loki learned two lessons from this. One, if they can stand up, they're not ill, and they shouldn't bother other people with whining. And two, if he's truly ill, it's wiser to deal with it on his own than let others draw conclusions.

The change feels so odd, yet it’s so welcome.

Until the time for the blood test.

"Just follow my instructions, I'll make it as painless as I can," he promises, and then instructs Loki to lift their sleeve and show the armpit, the non-dominant one. Loki doesn't show his nervousness, and tries to appear as cold as possible when he reveals the hand, and everything he's done to it. Banner doesn't comment and doesn't show pity, but his skin grows just green enough for Loki's eyes to notice.

The other instructions were easy. Clench the fist, breathe in, breathe out and relax the hand. Banner is surprised to say the least when he sees the tube filling with blue liquid instead of red, but doesn't comment.

Do you think he could bleed you dry and be done with this shit show? Loki hitches a breath and clinches their stomach, stopping when the sound of something breaking and a hot pain blooms in their arm. Did he freeze the tube and break the needle?

Banner fetches something from a table and grabs Loki's hand, muttering something about getting the needle out. Loki hisses from the pain, and manages to freeze Banner's glove, but he still covers their hand with gauzes. The white starts turning blue and freezing in some parts, Banner is about to do something about it but Loki hums a no.

"Do you want to try again?" he asks, Loki could feel how he was expecting a negative answer. But he nods a yes and covers his right hand, so he’ll uncover the left one and clench. This time, they don't dare looking at the needle and mentally play some random songs for a distraction. Banner tells him to clench again, and then gives him some cotton to press in the hole before he vanishes behind some machine.

"What were you humming?" Banner asks, making Loki's face go ablaze.

"I… em… a song," they mutter, and mentally berate themselves for the lack of words. Banner laughs, but not out of malice. And he hands over a paper box and a bag. Loki stares at him and tilts his head, but Banner tries to brush it off as "something that's always done when someone gets a blood test". As if Loki is also a fool, apart from blind.

They're about to get dismissed and leave when Friday tell them via the earpiece that Banner will ask questions when he sees the test results. Loki sighs, it's better to be the one who tells him, right?

"Ba-banner, about th-th-the te-te-te-test, y-you may so-see some… abnormalities in th-th-the tests. It's n-normal, yet-yet-yet uncomfortable," they trail off, feeling confusion on Banner's side instead of clarity.

"Would you mind being more specific? I need to know what to ignore,"

"Hormonal, m-mostly… on, em…" he groans in frustration, feeling like an absolute fool, "on me-me-menstruation hormones… and y-y-yes, I kn-know wh-what it implies. B-but, d-don't tell anyone, only Th-th-th-thor knows," they get it out, waiting for a myriad of feeling emit from Banner. But he just makes a small oh sound and hands over another paper package.

"I guess you'll find them easier than tampons. If you finish them, just come to me. Don't try to steal Nat's, you'll be disappointed, and possibly earn a chinned tooth," he smiles, but Loki can sense the warmth from saying Romanov's name. Love, he concludes, what a complication when towards your co-worker, from what he's heard.

"W-w-w-we're done?" they raise an eyebrow and look down at Banner, glad he doesn't look afraid. Interesting, just enough inspection, and he isn't afraid any more. What a gullible scientist.

"Friday will find anything we missed, and she can help Tony make you some glasses, if you decide you want them, or inspect the brain damage from the other guy," he answers. Loki nods and is about to turn around, before thinking twice about the answer he got.

"W-w-wait, wh-wh-wh-what brain d-damage?" they blink. Apart from the nightmares, thoughts, flashbacks, headaches and general fuckery, his brain works perfectly. Well, perfectly might be an exaggeration, but the Hulk hasn’t done anything.

"You're telling me you walked around with a dead ear since the Attack and didn't notice?" Banner is now the one to raise an eyebrow.

"I w-w-was in so-so-solitary c-c-confinement until y-y-yesterday. Not much to h-h-h-hear," they explain. But… he should have heard Thor coming today in the corridor…

"Yeah, your left ear is dead, or the nerves getting messages from there to your brain. You can thank the other guy, and there's nothing to be done," he isn't exactly mild on announcing another damage on this throughout fucked up body, but it doesn't exactly matter. So, they just nod and go back to hiding under their sheets, but this time they make Friday play some music, just to cover up the silence.

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