#not even sure how i would go about fixing this w/o scrapping it and starting over :\

[ectopuppy]

writing hard :(

#rereading somethin from a while back and i could not decide on a pov clearly....... #we are reading peoples thoughts in this piece ig #idk im most comfy writing 3rd limited and this is... mostly that but also theres info the audience kinda needs to know #introspection my beloved... but then the narration breaks off to tell the audience objective facts the main character is not aware of idfk #not even sure how i would go about fixing this w/o scrapping it and starting over :\ #but im not gonna deal with it r/n because like i said... writing hard :( #puppy noises

[alice-angel12x]

Leech Twins X Gem! Reader

It was another slow and cold winter in the Coral sea, as the icebergs slowly blocked out the sunlight from the surface. Yet lately many Icebergs have been falling apart lately, they would suddenly collapse and reveal the sun's rays from above.  Azul and the twins would wonder why that's been happening lately. Out of the many years, they lived there this was not a normal occurrence during the winter season.

"I don't mind it, finally we get some sunlight down here in the winter," (child)Floyd sighed.

"It fine I guess, but I don't like the banging noises it makes when they start falling apart. Plus it makes it dangerous to swim near the surface when that happens,"(child) Azul groaned.

Suddenly the iceberg above started to screech and whine as two large icebergs scrapped against each other. The three covered their ears as the sound became unbearable when suddenly that was a loud bang above the surface. Large chunks of ice fell into the water as it revealed an opening to the surface, letting in the sunlight from above.

"Ahh, warm sunlight,"(Child) Floyd smiled.

"What is that?" (Child)Jade asked as he pointed to a sinking figure.

"Probably just some unfortunate human, but I don't think humans are supposed to sink that fast. Jade, Floyd catch them," (Child)Azul said simply.

Jade and Floyd shrugged and same to catch the figure, which was surprisingly heavier than they expected. The twins managed to softly land the figure on the soft sand, and when they stepped to examine the figure they gasped at the sight. The figure had a lovely face, but what was off was the large cracks that ran down her face, and her hair didn't look like anything they've seen. It gave off a beautiful shimmer of Aquamarine.

"Nee, Jade this person is so shiny,"(Child) Floyd smiled as he hugged the figure, " But not so squishy, they're solid as a rock,"

"Careful, you might shatter them,"(child) Jade said with a smile.

"Jade, Floyd what is it?" (Child)Azul asked as he swam as quickly as he could.

He looked over the figure and gasped at the large cracks on her face. Thankfully Azul was able to fix it with coral sap, making the figure look good as new. Suddenly it began to stir as its eyes slowly fluttered open. Revealing beautiful ocean blue eyes she stared blankly at the three faces.

"W-who are you?" The girl asked nervesly, " Where am I?"

The poor girl had lost her memory, and couldn't recall who or what she is or even where she even came from. So Azul simply gave the girl a name, Y/n, but Floyd would nickname Y/n as Aqua or Aquamarine at times. 

Y/n was a freak of nature to the twins, she wasn't soft and completely made out of precious stones, from her hair down to her feet. She didn't require food to keep her going, or even air for that matter. She just required sunlight or light from glowing jellyfish.

"Nee, Aqua-chan try this, it's Takoyaki. It's delicious,"(Child) Floyd smiled as he shoved food in Y/n's face.

"O-oh, no thank you, Floyd," Y/n smiled as she feeds it back to Floyd. He happily chomped down with a smile.

"You never eat, are you sure are okay?" (Child) Jade asked.

"As long as I have light, I should be fine," Y/n smiled as she patted Jade's head.

Floyd and Jade smiled as they hugged her arms. Y/n was nothing Like Floyd or Jade had seen before, so they like to drag her around everywhere they went. As they glided through the water Y/n quickly followed behind as she ran across the sandy ocean floor. 

"I don't see why I'm needed to go to school with you," Y/n said as the twins pulled on her arms.

"Cause school is so boring, We want you to be by outside," Floyd said as he pulled at Y/n.

"Plus it will be interesting to see how our classmates react," Jade laughed.

The powder that covered Y/n's arms, legs, and face soon washed off revealing her gem surface underneath, but as time went on Floyde and Jade grew. Once small children that were half of Y/n size grew to be taller or longer than her. The twins and Azul grew to be handsome young men, but Y/n seemed to be forever frozen in time and remained the same. 

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As Time went on as the twins and Azul started to prepare for the expected arrival of the black carriage. Y/n's mind began to wonder, as she began to wander near the town edge of the Coral Sea, but the Twins don't let her wander too far from them.

"Nene, Aqua-chan what are you doing all the way out here?" Floyd asked as he hugged her from behind.

"Yes, home is the other way. You wander off again," Jade smiled.

"Oh, I'm sorry, but shouldn't you two be making your way back to shore soon?" Y/n asked the twin.

"Huh? You're not going to see us off?" Jade asked with a pained expression.

"You want me to come to see you off?" Y/n asked.

"Of course, you have to be there," Floyd said as he nuzzled Y/n's neck.

Jade picked Y/n up bridle style as they swam to a nearby shore, where Azul was waiting for them. Y/n staring up at the blue sky with wide eyes, this was the first time she saw the sky and sun in 9 years. She slowly wiggled out of Jade's grasps and took her first steps on land in what felt like forever. The microscopic organisms inside her gem body started to make more energy than it has before, she had never felt more awake in so long.

"Nee, Aqua-chan slow down," Floyd whined as Y/n turned to see Floyd and jade slowly crawling up the beach.

As they tried to stand on their new legs, Y/n chuckled and quickly tried to help the two stand. Yet the three once merpeople simply clung to the gem girl for support. So for the first few days, was full of Y/n helping them walk on their own, and watching them fall over many times, but they soon got the hang of things. 

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The time arrived when the carriage arrived, and Y/n though this was where they would part ways. Nope, Jade and Floyd managed to drag her into the carriage with them and bring her to the school, claiming she was the twins Familiar. Surprisingly the headmaster was okay with this, seeing that there was a couple of other students who had similar "Familiars". As the twins and Azul sat with the other students Y/n looked around the room to see other people like her. Near the Scarabia dorm students stood a girl with diamond hair, by a red-headed Heartslabyul student stood a girl with ruby hair, a Pomefiore man had a girl with Ametrine hair standing next to him, a girl with obsidian hair was holding a tablet that the Ignihyde dorm leader spoke through. Savanaclaw had a girl with long hair made of bort. Heck, the Headmaster seemed to have an assistant with Rutile hair.

Y/n simply stared in awe at the many varieties of gem people in the room. When the ceremony finished everyone funneled out of the room, as Y/n walked she felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned to see it was the diamond girl from the other dorm. The two chatted away when they had to part ways into the dorm. The Octavinelle Dorm reminded Y/n a lot of the Coral Sea, and the sense of sleepiness came over her at the sudden lack of bright sunlight.

"Nee, Aqua-chan who was that other girl you were talking to?" Floyd asked as he hugged Y/n from behind.

"That was Dia, and she told me that rutile plans to put us to work and we will be helping around the school," Y/n explained.

"So you won't be staying by our side then?" Jade frowned slightly.

"Awww, that sucks, I was hoping to have Aqua-chan by our side the entire time," Floyd whined as he rested his chin on her shoulder.

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So while Azul and the twins studied in the classrooms, Rutile leads the gems outside to help around the school. From wiping down the windows to mowing the grass in the fields. One day during P.E while the 2nd and 1st-year students ran laps the Gem girls were on the side slicing grass with some obsidian blad and while Vargus had to step out of a few minutes. As the students rested, Y/n noticed something odd in the sky.

"Riddle, what is that?" Ruby asked.

"I don't know, Ruby," Riddle said as the rest of the students stopped to look as well.

As everyone watched in awe as the sounds of instruments could be heard. The black cover vanished revealing something odd.

"It's so pretty," Obsidian awed.

"I don't know, something is off about it," Idia whispered.

"What even is that?" Vil wondered.

Y/n stared up in wonder when memories flashed in her mind as fear started t wash over her. The figures in the sky drew their bows and readied their spears and tossed them down on the gem humans below. A spear sliced through Ruby's neck like butter, time slowed as everyone watched Ruby's head and body fall to the ground. Everyone screamed in panic as more arrows and spears rained from the sky.

"We don't have our pens!" Leona growled.

"Everyone back to the school !" Jamil shouted as everyone tried to run.

But when they tried to run spears and arrows cut them off. Y/n turned back to see Riddle trying to carry Ruby's body with him.

"Riddle!" Trey gasped as he hurried Riddle and let ruby's pieces behind.

Y/n looked down at her blade and back up at the attackers in the sky, suddenly her body acted on its own as she ran towards the cloud.

"Y/N!" Jade and Foyd gasped.

"What is she doing?!" Azul gasped.

As Arrows and spears rain down she deflected them with a swing of her sword and tossed some of them back at the enemy. suddenly weird golden lines that ended with hooks and gem spheres. They quickly extended down and wrapped around a fellow gem Ametrine, and quickly dragged her closer to the cloud.

"Ametrine!" Vil cried out.

Ametrine dug her heels into the ground to stop herself, the moment she struggled and pulled. The pins in the gem spheres were pulled out and exploded. When the smoke cleared, Ametrine was blown to pieces. Everyone watched in horror as a few figures from the cloud climbed down to collect the shattered gem pieces. Dia quickly acted and sliced through the enemy. Bort and Y/n jumped up to the vessel and began to slice away at the enemy, who poof away once defeated. 

Y/n ran to the tall enter figure and sliced it in half with ease, but more grenade hooks shot out from the bottom half of the figure. Before they could wrap around Bort, Y/n quickly pushed them out of the way and grabbed at the rope. She hopped down from the vessel and pulled at the rope above the pinned hooks. Dia quickly helped Y/n pull as they ripped the center figure off the vessel, causing the who thing to poof out of the air, but not before a pin was pulled causing the grenades to explode.

"Aqua-Chan!" Floyd called out.

Vargus and Rutile ran out to see the shaken students and shattered and Damaged gem figures.

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"Y/n, Y/n please open your eyes," Said a familiar voice.

"Aqua-chan," Said another voice.

Y/n's eye's opened slowly as her vision slowly came to her. Staring down at her were a pair of 2 mismatched eyes staring down at her.

"Floyd...Jade?" Y/n groaned as she slowly sat up.

But was tackled back down in a bear hug from the twins.

"Your back!" Floyd smiled.

"What happened to.. outside?" Y/n asked.

"Rutile came and put you and everyone back together, while Vargus took the human students back to the school. You were asleep for a week. You managed to defeat the strange enemy from the sky," Jade explained.

"What were you thinking, running towards danger like that. That was stupid Aqua-chan," Floyd pouted.

"As long as I can be put back together, I cannot die-,"

"They wanted to take you away from us," Jade said as he pulled Y/n close to him.

"They were going to steal you from us. Your our treasure, no one else's," Floyd said as the twins sandwiched the girl in a hug.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland x you #houseki no kuni #floyd leech #jade leech #floyd x reader #jade x reader

[dadolorian]

Kiss of life

A/N: I had a little idea of Dins first kiss being from CPR and i ran with it. Baby is not in danger , gender neutral reader (but i tend to expand this story and reader will be referred to as female in future chapters) , no use on Y/N. Two lines were inspired by  @dindjarinsleftvambrace​ comment on my original post about this. Yo, this is NOT medically accurate.

Title: Kiss of life Fandom: The Mandalorian. Ship: Din Djarin x GN!reader Warning: Canon typical violence, near death experience, first kiss. Soft!Din Angsty with a happy ending. Medical inaccuracies.  Summary: Din is shot with a tranquilizer that leaves his body complete parallelized. He relies on reader to keep him alive until the drug wears off and later realizes he had just had his first kiss. Word count: - Almost 4K

Being left alone on the crest, with the baby was usually a nerve wracking time, wondering when, or if your companion, the Mandalorian, would return. With only the little green bean and basic odd jobs to distract yourself with, you often felt yourself drifting towards those unsavory thoughts, fears of what would happen to the two of you should he not return. And not just that, how would you cope without him around anymore?  In such a short time you had grown so ... attached to the stoic warrior. You convinced yourself it was a fleeting crush, that it would pass in time, but each time you watched that shield of his chip away as he interacted with the little green bean your heart just melted. Said little green bean seemed to be able to sense your fears, the Mandalorian, Mando, had told you early into your time together that he had these...abilities. So when you fretted about your fate, pacing around the ship like a mad person, the little guy picked up on your distress, fretting and fussing as much as you did,  you made a habit to distract yourself from those thoughts as much as possible. 

However, on this particular expedition of his, Mando arrived back surprisingly early. You were attempting to patch up one of his extra flight suits, he had received a rather nasty gash in his arm on his previous venture, resulting in the sizable hole in the fabric, you had offered to fix it just as something to busy yourself with when he left. Sitting on the floor, needle in hand, you laughed softly as the child attempted to snuggle up into the material for a cuddle when you heard muffled blaster fire creep closer and closer to the crest. You were on your feet, blaster in hand before you had even fully registered the noise. Mando had insisted on teaching you how to shoot, you acted on pure instinct, however that did not stop your arm from trembling, having never actually needed his training so far. With one foot you gently ushered the child behind you who was now just as fully alert as you were, clinging to your boot anxiously. The blaster fire was now alarmingly close, right outside the hull, you prayed it was nothing to do with Mando, that it was two people completely unrelated to your small, weird little family that you had come to adore, that their fight would pass you by. Your fears were confirmed when the cargo bay door started to open, lowering the ramp and exposing you and the child to whatever danger awaited. The familiar Mandalorian, your Mandalorian, came into view, you could barely make out his shape against the dark sky outside, but immediately you could tell something was off. He was usually so strong and in control, man handling quarries into the ship with little effort, they often put up a fight, if they were alive, sure, but never had you seen Mando be chased inside by a quarry. He staggered in, his body heaving with effort just to stay upright as he haphazardly fired back at the quarry who returned fire but only managed to hit the durable Beskar, bouncing the blaster beam around the hull for a second or two, making you jump. You could barely see the commotion, just their rough silhouettes against the faint moonlight ,the poor lighting of the ship and outside night sky leaving the blaster fire as your only source of light to really see by.  You had not even fully taken in the scene before you shot, somehow able to stop the trembling of your arm and fire just as Mando had taught you, with no hesitation. It was a clean shot, right into the quarries chest, he hadn’t even had the time to notice you were in the ship before he was dead, you watched as he collapsed onto the ramp the same time Mando collapsed onto the floor of the hull. You rushed forward, kicking the quarry off the ramp and closing the door, not wanting anyone sneaking up on you as you rushed back to Mando, checking him for injuries, but unable to find any.    “M-Mando what's wrong?” you asked, voice trembling as you tried to assess just what caused him to collapse. 

“T-tranq dart,” he rasped, struggling for breath. 

A tranq dart could be dealt with at least. “Oh, okay, we… we can deal with that,” you said, calming your nervous breaths. “N-no,” he said, clawing at his chest plate, fighting to remove it. “Dif-different kind of tranq. Shu-shuts down everything.” He struggled for breath, wet and heavy as if he was drowning. “Lungs...Heart, can’t keep them go-going on my own...Need a...a life sup-support unit.” You felt your face drain as you processed that information. “O-okay, well where is it?” you asked, trying hard not to let the rising panic overtake you. “Don’t-don’t have one,” he gasped harshly, the drug already starting to shut his systems down. “W-what do I do then?” your voice trembled and hand shook as you struggled to think of a place to put them. “N-nothing sweet one,” he rasped, gloved hand moving to cup your cheek shakily, thumb stroking soft patterns against your skin, an affectionate gesture he had never done before. “Ju-just get the kid somewhere safe...That’s all I ask.”    You shook your head in defiance, tears welling in your eyes. “No, don’t be stupid Mando, there must be something i can do?” He shook his own head weakly, arm collapsing by his side. “C-CPR?” you suggested feebly, desperate for something to try. His helmet shook again, “Not without removing my helmet...And it could take...hours...for it to leave my system. Keeping me going that long...impossible” His helmet began to list lazily to the side and once again you found yourself moving before you had even registered what was happening. You finished off removing his chest plate and grabbed a scrap of material you had been using to repair his other suit, you placed the kid into his shared bunk with Mando and locked him in, not wanting him to become too distressed by Mando’s state, he cooed at you worriedly as you sealed the door shut, you were quick but by the time you returned to Mando’s side his gasps for air were weak wheezes. “I’m not going to let your creed get you killed Mando,” you said with shaky determination in your voice as you tied the scrap around your eyes, blinding yourself. Feeling around you found the edge of his helmet and pulled it off carefully, you felt him weakly grab your wrist and try to stop you. “I’m not going to break your creed Mando...But i’m not letting you die either” you said, shaking his grip off of you and placing the helmet down by his side. “I know how to do this.” You tilted his head back to clear his airway, interlocked your fingers and began thirty compression's on his chest, followed by pinching his nose, placing your lips on his and giving him two, strong breaths. You were supposed to watch his chest rise and fall with each breath, but with your current lack of visibility you had to go on blind faith that it was working. Another thirty compression's, another two breaths, another thirty compression's, another two breaths. Again, and again, and again, over and over.  You lost count at how many, and how much time had passed, Minutes? Hours? There was no way to tell, and with how Mando described the drug working, you had no idea if it even was working.  For all you knew Mando’s life had drained from him shortly after you started. It was a thought you did not want to entertain. The hull was eerily silent apart from your continuous counting, counting out each individual compression repeatedly. You weren’t sure at what point you had to give up, when do you call it quits? What if he’s alive thanks to your efforts and has to watch as you give up on him, unable to move and tell you it’s working? Trapped inside a body he has no control over. The idea of letting him down like that, imagining the fear he would feel if you just stopped kept you going. Even as your arms began to burn and your head began to swim. The effort it took to keep going exhausted you. You couldn’t loose him, you couldn’t. You didn’t want to be alone in the universe again. You couldn't stop the tears that escaped your blindfold, they rolled down your face and dripped onto Mando as you repeated another thirty compression's. Nor could you stop the choked sob that wracked your body. You clumsily wiped your face on your shoulder, not wanting Mando to experience a snotty, tear soaked mess when you moved for the next kiss of life. “Come on Mando” you pleaded, as you moved between compression's and breaths, pleading to him , the maker, anyone that this far fetched idea would work. “Don’t do this to me, Please” A soft coo beside you distracted you for just a moment. “K-kid?” you asked the dark space around you, cursing for a moment as you lost count of your compression's but continued without falter. He cooed again, you could hear the fear in his little voice. “I-it’s okay, it’s going to be okay,” you reassured him but you didn’t sound all too convincing. You felt the little one brush up beside you. “N-no kid, it’s best if you go away,” you said, pausing to give Mando another two breaths. “You shouldn’t have to watch this.” Another thirty compression's. Soft grunting beside you alerted you to the fact the kid was doing something, you weren’t sure what, but out of respect for Mando you refused to take off the blindfold to check. Whatever he was doing was not stopping you from your task. He moved beside you again, gently collapsing to the floor, you would have been more concerned if you didn’t hear the soft snores that followed. You shook your head, thankful that the little one would not be a distraction now that he had freed himself.

Thirty compressions. Two breaths. 

Thirty compressions. Two breaths. 

Thirty compressions. Two breaths. 

Thirty compressions. Two breaths. 

Thirty compressions-  A hand grabbed your wrist, startling you. “M-Mando,” you sighed, letting out a shaky breath and relief flooding your body. You put your ear close to his mouth to listen, and could hear his weak breaths, your fingers found his neck underneath his cowl and found a weak pulse. Weak, but alive. “Thank the Maker,” you sobbed, collapsing back onto the ground, the pain of what felt like hours of compression's creeping throughout your body. Dizzy, sore, dry lips, Maker you just wanted to sleep now.  You heaved a few breaths, with the breathing you had been doing for Mando, it felt like your own lungs were starved of oxygen. But you weren’t done yet, sure, he had a pulse, and could breathe on his own, but he was still struggling. You got up on two shaky legs, taking the blindfold off once your back was turned to him, you made your way over to the med kit, rummaging around tiredly until you found what you were after, the oxygen mask. You donned the blindfold again and made your way back over to him carefully, testing your footsteps with extra caution as to make sure not to step on a napping green child. You slipped the mask on him as best you could blinded and lay down on the hull floor, listening carefully to Mando’s weak, uneven breaths. 

The next thing you knew the silent hull was shaking slightly. You sat up, confused as your tired mind took in your surroundings. Your blindfold was gone, and you were in Mando’s bunk, a thin blanket thrown over you and a sleeping child nestled in his hammock above you. The shaking of the ship and hum of the engines told you you were in flight. Groggy, you shuffled out of the small bunk, maker, you barely fit in that thing how the hell did Mando? You looked around the hull, noting that Mando and his helmet were nowhere to be seen, the medkit was packed away, and even your abandoned sewing project had been packed away neatly. Just how long were you asleep if he had recovered enough to do all that and move you? You climbed the ladder to the cockpit, making sure to knock on the door, just in case Mando was sans helmet, a little courtesy you did each time the door was closed as to respect his creed. The door opened and there he sat, in the pilot’s chair as if everything was normal. “Thank the maker that worked,” you groaned tiredly, moving to collapse in one of the free seats. As tired as you still were, after what happened you didn’t want to leave him alone just yet. Not for his sake, for yours. His head barely turned to acknowledge you entering. He was distracting himself, you noted, keeping himself busy. Your short time together you had already begun to notice a few things about him, even though you knew little to nothing about flying, you could tell when he was fiddling with controls in order to look busy, he tended to do that when he was avoiding something, or when something was bothering him. You watched for a while, waiting for him to say something, there was tension in the air but it wasn’t coming from you. It poured off of him in waves. Patiently you waited, but with each passing second the tension grew, and Mando became more agitated . It was a ridiculous amount of time of him pretending to do stuff before you broke the silence. “Are you upset that I didn't listen to you?” you asked, unable to think of any other reason your Mandalorian was so tense. He paused for a moment. “I’m not upset at you,” he said. “Then why are you so on edge? “Im not,” he snapped, but there was little bite to his words. “Mando, I know you well enough by now.” He continued to play with console buttons. You could practically feel his mind turning as he tried to explain himself, to think of the words he wanted to say. “Are you upset I didn't give you your warrior's death?” you guessed. “Maker no,” he sighed. “I’m not upset at you. In fact...I’m grateful, to you and the kid, I'd be dead without you two and you would’ve been stranded.” What did the kid do? You thought to yourself watching him for a moment flip a few more useless switches. “Then tell me what’s bothering you. Please Mando,” you pleaded softly, encouraging him to open up to you. He was usually so closed off, to you and the kid, but recently you had begun to notice little steps, mainly with the kid, but a few small things with you too. He’d peel away that stoic outer shell for just a moment, and you could see the soft, gentle man underneath for the smallest of glimpses. They were rare, those moments, but you anticipated each one excitedly, noting as they increased in frequency.  Occasionally he would slip up and call you “sweet one’, instead of using your name, he never acknowledged the nickname, and you feared if you brought it up the endearment would stop. You often found a hand would travel to the small of your back as you walked beside him on supply runs, or how he began to speak to you more, rather than the short one or two word answers you would get when you first joined his crew. Those little things showed your growing bond. That you were no longer just crew mates, you were becoming fast friends. But, as close as you were becoming, you wouldn’t push him to talk if he wasn’t ready to. You sighed, as he continued to feign tasks, standing up to give him space. “I’ve never been kissed before,” his voice halted you. You turned in the door frame to look at him dumbly. “Like...Never never?” you asked lamely, a little shocked. It made sense, you supposed. He couldn’t take his helmet off around other people, but you weren’t blind. There were plenty of other people besides you who wanted the Beskar-clad warrior and you struggled to believe he lacked for willing partners. But life and creed got in the way you guessed, keeping him from forming enough of a connection with someone he could trust enough to take his helmet off for. “Never,” he confirmed, still fiddling with switches. He was still bothered. “That’s nothing to be ashamed of.” you said softly, wanting to comfort him, he froze.  “I’m sure one day you’ll trust someone enough to give your first kiss to.” He cocked his head slightly, pondering what you said. “W-wait..So that doesn’t count as my first kiss?” he asked. You scoffed a little, leaning against the door frame and stuffed your hands into your pockets. “Well, I guess it is called the kiss of life,” you shrugged. “So if you want that to be your first kiss,” you huffed a little amused. “But your first kiss should be something a little more...consensual. You didn’t exactly get much of a choice in the matter. Something you actually participate in and want to do.” He pondered your words again. “And if I want to do it again? And...participate this time?” he asked hesitantly, turning his head slightly to peek out the edge of his visor. Your face heated up at the implication, of actually kissing him. “T-then...all you have to do is ask Mando,” you said trying to keep your voice even and play it cool. He stared at you from the corner of his visor for a moment, you tried not to squirm as he held your gaze. He stood up and hesitantly closed the gap between the two of you, stopping within an arms reach of you.  “C-can I...No, can you kiss me properly this time?” he asked. “J-just me?” you asked, confused. He nodded slowly, gazing down at you, gently stroking your hair. “Show me what a real kiss is like...Please?” he asked. “W-well, since you asked me so nicely,” you huffed again, trying to sound confident but cringing at the way your voice cracked. He pulled out the scrap of fabric you had used earlier, cocking his head for silent permission to tie it on. You nodded, trying to hide your growing smile as the world became dark around you. You heard him shuffle around, the metallic clank of his helmet being placed down and heard his voice unmodulated. You loved hearing it without a filter, it was a rare treat. “I-is it normal to be nervous?” he asked anxiously, without the modulator it was much easier to hear the emotion in his voice. You could hear his nerves. “Yes, and don’t worry, I'm nervous too,” you smiled. “But..you’ve done this before right?” he asked. “Yeah, but sharing a first kiss with someone is always as nerve wracking as it is exciting,” you say, carefully reaching up to find his face in the dark. It never occurred to you to map out his face while giving him CPR, you respected him too much to take advantage of the situation, and him like that. But now that he had willingly taken his helmet off around you, and wanted to share a real kiss with you, you were willing to be a little selfish and explore his face a little now. His lips, which you had spent hours previously mashing your own against, you finally took note of and realized how soft they were, his bottom lip had a nice curve to it you tried to imagine in your head, the nose you had pinched, you realized was quite prominent, he probably had a very handsome profile, especially with the strong brow you felt. Facial hair, which you had felt during CPR but never took considerable note of  was patchy around his jaw, leading to a thin stache above his lip, you pictured the features as best you could in your head, trying to decide if he was dark haired or not. You imagined he did, a rich black or brown. Speaking of hair, your hand traveled to the back of his neck, gently grasping at soft curls. He gasped slightly and you giggled, pondering if the poor man probably suffered with some bad helmet hair at times. With another gentle tug of his hair you pulled him down to your level, brushing your nose against his. You could hear his breath hitch and you smiled wide. “You trust me, right Mando?” you asked in a whisper. You felt him nod before he realized you couldn’t see him. “Y-yes,” he whispered back, swallowing nervously. “Yeah? Good,” you said before bridging the small gap between your lips, devouring his lips with your own. His lips were just as soft as you had felt with your fingers. He whimpered slightly, hands coming to rest on your hips, gripping the material of your pants tightly and hesitantly pulling you closer to him. It was awkward, he was so uncertain that your noses and foreheads kept bumping together but neither of you cared enough to break the kiss, his breath huffed against your cheek and lips as he tried to figure out how to control his breathing. You lead and he followed, resting your free hand on his shoulder to anchor yourself as you cautiously deepened the kiss, letting your tongue trace over his lips, testing to see if he liked it. He moaned and you smiled into the kiss, getting drunk off of his little reactions as you gently coaxed his tongue to dance against yours. He whimpered and moaned with each pass of your tongue or gentle pull of his hair. You were happy to continue the clumsy kiss for as long as he would allow, but he broke away from you first, panting softly. “That was...wow,” he huffed, you could hear the smile in his voice, causing you to smile wider. “I hope that did your first kiss justice,” you teased playfully, feeling a surge of confidence for having made the feared Mandalorian a panting, whimpering mess from just a kiss. Your heart warmed at his soft chuckle. “B-better than I imagined it would be,” he admitted. You laughed softly. “Well, for a first time kisser you’re not too bad,” you teased again. “Not too bad?” he asked, amusement and challenge in his voice. “What does that mean?” “Room for improvement,” you shrugged, goading him. “You just need a little more practice.” “Is that an offer?” “Only if you want it to be.” You hummed happily as he grabbed your hips again, pulling you towards him and devouring your lips with his own. You were happy to practice with him anytime. 

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Dreams, Chapter 8

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When Dean dies for good leaving Sam and his girlfriend (the reader) behind, they must figure out how to carry on without him. Alone, reeling, and unsure what to do next, trying to honor Dean’s memory and follow their hearts gets even more complicated when their nightmares become dreams that feel a little too real.

Title: Dreams, Chapter 8

Pairing: (past) Dean Winchester x Reader, (eventual) Sam Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 1416

Summary: A dream starts to change the reader’s perspective on her life with Sam.

Warnings: angst, fluff, swearing, s l o w  b u r n

           It took weeks but the physical touch you’d gotten so used to came back one handhold at a time until finally it seemed like maybe Sam had made peace with The Sledding Incident. You never forced it, didn’t say anything because you didn’t want to push him away. Waiting felt like starving with a ten course meal on a silver platter in front of you, but it paid off. Whether he realized he was rewarding you or not, the space to let Sam process was met with absentminded hands slipped around your waist at the grocery store, non-secrets hummed into the skin of your jaw and neck as you stood just barely too close, loose pieces of hair tucked behind your ear when you washed glasses at the bar. The positive reinforcement limited the clinging you’d been doing since you’d first driven away from the bunker, knowing that the less you clawed at Sam for scraps of attachment the less he felt like you were in too deep to receive it.

           Repair by repair the cabin started to feel more like yours. The bathrooms got painted a faint baby blue that reminded you of long cloudless afternoons in Sioux Falls and Sam taught you some basic plumbing to fix the water pressure in the shower. It was only slightly less gross than you thought it would be, but Sam was so excited when you put the plumber’s joint caulk on perfectly that it made up for the limescale gunk under your nails. When you worked, Sam pretty much stopped playing podcasts and books, relying instead on an ever-changing kaleidoscope of music Dean would never have let anyone play in the Impala. Some of it you were pretty sure Sam didn’t even like, almost as if he was trying to learn a new culture by jumping in headfirst.

           You kept writing in your journal like you were sending letters back home to Dean from summer camp, giving little updates on the cabin or Sam or ridiculous drama you heard at the bar. At night you and Sam would talk about what should get fixed next and sometimes if you were feeling tough you’d watch Sam look up at the ceiling, hair splayed out on the pillow around him like a halo while he told a story about him and Dean growing up or times you’d been away from them on the road. Every once in a while you’d heard Dean’s perspective of the same event and would give them like a little gift to Sam. His eyes would go soft, hanging on your every word and letting his mouth quirk up a hair at the corners. You’d laugh together, often sadly but surprisingly sometimes not, winding into the crook under his arm and playing the tapes of the memories in your head.

           More and more frequently, you’d have good dreams—or rather, non-nightmares. Dean would get hurt and survive or you’d all be on a job together. Right before you woke up he’d be just about to say something important, warn you of something serious but couldn’t spit it out fast enough. It was frustrating, but so much nicer than waking up on soaked pillows that you just put it in a letter to Dean and tried to move on with your daytime projects and nighttime bar work. Some days it felt like you were going to be okay and then the next you’d be impaled on grief so hard you couldn’t even breathe around it. And yet, always Sam to tie yourself to and slide into the next day.

           It’s cold but bright, the sunlight reflecting and magnifying itself on the snow blanketing the landscape. Salt crunches under the tires of the Impala, just barely louder than the engine and enough to be aware of through a ZZ Top tape. You’re almost on the edge of drifting asleep on the windowsill when Dean grabs your arm.

           “Hey, come on, you can’t leave me.”

           The urgency in his tone jolts you alert. “Why? What’s going on?”

           “I don’t know how much time I have left. There’s a lot I need to tell you.”

           “We haven’t even picked up Sam yet,” you answer, in the self-assuredness of dream logic. “How bad could it be?”

           “It’s me, baby. It’s really me. Dead, everything, the works. I need you to focus, I don’t know how long I can stay.”

           Some small sub-sub-conscious part of your mind jolts to attention. It feels honest, or at least the closest to honest as you had wanted to be in a while. You let yourself indulge it.

           “You, like—really? It’s really…?”

           “Yeah, it’s me. I—I don’t know how to—” and you stop him with a furtive kiss, all hunger and no grace, just wanting to feel what it was like to be against him again.

           Dean swerves a little when his eyes open, momentarily dazed. “Christ, I forgot how good that was.”

           “I don’t—how are you…?” you murmur, having a hard time not only with the information but also with the juxtaposition of your conscious and subconscious knowledge.

           “No bullshit, I’m communicating beyond the grave. Don’t tell Miss Cleo,” he answers, the smirk twisting your stomach like a wrench.

           “Are you okay? If this is what it’s like to be dead then Sam and I will be here the second I wake up, we’ll just come to you—"

           “Babe, I wish you could but it doesn’t work like that. It’s not even really supposed to work like this but Cass is pulling some strings. I only have until your subconscious realizes what’s going on and kicks me out.”

           “What? How?”

           “The separation between living and dead is a little bit thinner when you’re asleep. It’s actually pretty cool but it’s going to take a while to explain.”

           “Okay, right, got to be fast. Fuck, I miss you so much.”

           “I miss you too, kid. More than I can explain. But listen, baby, I’m so proud of you for making it this far. It’s going to be okay, I promise. Sam will take care of you, and I know you’re taking care of him the best you can. I don’t know how long I have until you wake up. I’ll keep trying again to come to you, but until the next time I get to see you, my firecracker, you’re so tough. You can do a lot worse than Sam, and I would never, ever hold it against either of you. I’ve been trying to send that—been trying to ram my head through this fucking door about a hundred times by now actually—but if it hasn’t been coming through strongly enough, I’m sorry. I can’t imagine what the fuck I’d be doing if it had been one of you—probably would’ve drunk myself to death by now to be honest—so the fact that you’re so worried about whether necking is going to raise my soul from the depths is actually sorta sweet. Love is complicated and the lines get blurred; I get it, especially now with some damned perspective. As long as I’m still going to be your guy when you get here, that’s all that matters to me. You’re it for me, kid.” He traces a light finger down the side of your cheek and it sends an ache straight into your stomach, makes him look lost for a beat as he takes you in.

           “Dean, I love you. I can't—I can’t even tell you how much I love you. I never got to say thank you for all the things you—”

           “Hey,” he says, grabbing your chin and holding you still to flick his gaze between your eyes. “I know. There’s no time. You don’t have to say that to me, I know. I always knew. I’m going to try to get to Sam too, but he’s—the angels are shocked at the shit that’s happening in his brain. Makes sense, you know, after everything he’s gone through, but I guess it makes it harder to slip through the cracks. But here: if I can’t do this again; if this is the last time I talk to you until you get back to me, I love you, and I’m going to keep loving you no matter what. The two people I love most in the world being together could never be bad to me, and I will alway—”

           And you woke up.

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Continue to Dreams, Chapter 9

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ೃ‧₊› a b o u t  t h i s  p o s t° ➮ Pairing: Miya Atsumu x reader ➮ Oneshot ➮ Tags: fluff ➮ Word Count: 2182

A/N: This is for @serowotonin​! [for Luna’s Valentines Day collab] Ik I said I was doing Atsumu bc “I was bored” but I always say “imagine being bored” and truly, I haven’t been bored for so long. I forgot that this was for the collab for a fat moment then when you saw the preview I was like, “Wait- no- it’s a surprise.” 

Premise: You and Atsumu are cleaning out the apartment, when you find a few letters you thought you would never see again… 

“Oi, (y/n), look at what I found,” you heard Atsumu say, leaning over the contents of a drawer he had been sifting through. 

“What?” you walked over to see what he had found. The two of you were cleaning out the apartment, as you were going to be moving out soon. Atsumu had a habit of keeping things that connected him to an important memory of his, unless he wanted to forget it- and this was one of them. You didn’t know he kept them- actually, it did make sense of him to, but you had simply forgotten about it and you somehow expected the same for him. You looked down to see what he had in his hands, and your face literally went emotionless as you saw the letter in his hands. 

You really didn’t mind the letters, for the most part. Actually, they held dear to you. However, that first one… you were grateful for it, but you also remembered just how bad you wanted to buy a grave space and bury it for eternity back then... 

Miya Atsumu.

This was a dare. This is a love letter. For Valentines. Happy valentines day. If you have extra chocolate, send me some. 

Sincerest thanks, (y/n). 

Atsumu usually threw away the letters he received every Valentines. It wasn’t that he was trying to be rude; it was just that there were too many letters for him to read (and reply to), so he usually just threw them out. Osamu often teased him for this; he boasted that he at least read his letters.

“Oi, ‘Samu, look at this one,” Atsumu called out to his brother. 

“What?” Osamu looked at him, with a face of disbelief. “Yer actually lookin’ at them?”

“Nah, not really, but this one’s hilarious,” Atsumu laughed. 

“Okay, not funny, keep yer lame humor to yourself.” 

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“(y/n), truth or dare,” (b/f/n) asked. 

You smiled, “Dare.” 

“Hmmm… alright, send a love letter to Miya Atsumu- it has to be at least one line long.”

“I’m- okay then.” 

You brought out a piece of paper, wrote the first things that came to mind, and once you reached one line, you stopped. You folded the paper and grabbed whatever envelope you could find and sealed it with tape. The dare required actually giving the letter, much to your dismay, but it wasn’t like you could back down from a dare. After all, it was (b/f/n), and the nonstop teasing would definitely occur if you failed to complete the dare. 

Dearest (y/n), 

I did in fact receive your rather interesting letter, and I have decided to bring you some chocolate as you wished. I wish you, as well, a very happy valentine’s day this year.

Most sincerely, Atsumu. 

Atsumu was intrigued enough to write a reply; in fact, he decided to write in the most formal way possible. He knew from the letter that you were either a tsundere or someone who was actually dared to do so, and decided that it would be fun entertainment for the both of you. 

When you received the letter, you were surprised to see a reply. It was known he didn’t send out replies, yet you had received one. As you read it, you felt a need to reply; you’d simply feel bad if you didn’t. However, what was there to talk about? How the chocolates were good? He had stuck it on your first period desk, out in the open. And you also sincerely wondered what was with the overly formal tone. You do remember writing the most shitty letter you’ve ever written to him, and that volleyball-obsessed dude just writes something formal to you? Baffles the mind.

Well, then, if he was going to reply, you would too. 

Miya Atsumu,

Thanks for the chocolate- your fans make pretty good chocolate, I have to say. Bet I could make better chocolate than ya, ‘cause all ya focus on is just volleyball. Anyways, what was with the overly formal tone- ya like me or somethin’? Would be funny if ya did and I turned ya down. XD  

(y/n) 

You never really thought of Miya Atsumu, but this really sparked your interest. It was amusing, his reactions. It was definitely something you didn’t expect- you actually didn’t expect a reply at all. The reply you received was definitely out of the ordinary as well, one you never thought a hotshot volleyball player would write. It seemed he was interested in you in some ways- and you as well. 

(y/n),

Pfffft, you think I might like ya? I just thought yer letter was interestin’, that’s all. Ya really think I can’t make chocolate? Bet I could make better chocolate than ya, I’ll show you. I make you chocolate myself and we’ll see how it tastes. Just you watch, I’ll make ya say I make the best chocolate ever! 

Atsumu. 

You saw that in your shoe locker the next morning- and everyone saw it. You were beginning to regret actually replying to him, but there was no backing out now. (b/f/n) really hit the goal here, for her. People were probably talking about it. It’s always some event that involves romance that catches everyone’s eye. And since it was just after valentine’s, everyone would automatically assume it was a love letter. In reality, it was simply a little bit of playful banter. 

You wondered if people actually knew who it was. You hoped not; it would gather way too much attention for your liking. You’d have an entire fanclub after you, and it was definitely (b/f/n)’s fault that you got into this entire mess. You had absolutely no idea if anyone saw him slip that into your shoe locker, since it had probably been there for a good hour or so before you and most of the other students got there. In any case, there was nothing you could do about people knowing things they already know, so you headed onto class. It was exam week, and you sighed; it would be a long day. 

When you arrived at homeroom, you were not-so-pleasantly surprised with what you found at your desk. You just wanted a quiet day; go to school, take the tests, and get out so you could relax at home. But no, you just had to see this and you knew there was a thing called rumors you had to deal with. Well, you could just be like “whatever” and not care, but you definitely knew who’d be after you, for real. Atsumu’s fanbase was quite scary, and definitely large- a group of people one would regret messing with. 

“Ugh- what am I going to do with this chocolate now, he gave me a lot yesterday…” 

“(y/n)! Oiiii, you got chocolate?! From who from who-”

“(b/f/n), if you say a word, you are going to be dead to me.”

“...” she looked away, but then turned to you again and whispered in your ear. “So, Miya Atsumu, who has a fanbase, likes you.” 

“I’m- no-”

“But what I’m seeing says otherwise?”

“Ugh, you’re coming to my house and you are going to pay for that dare.” 

“Oh ho ho, seems like I started something…” “Bet you did.”

Pisshead Atsumu

LMAO bet ya didn’t make the chocolate, yer terrible at lying <///3 seen this chocolate before. And like wtf you put a box of chocolate on my desk with YOUR NAME on it. Ya know that people will do a thing called assuming things, right? Smh, think before you act. Anyways, I’m counting on ya to fix up this mess.

(y/n)

When you finished class, the first thing you did was write the note. You were absolutely paranoid with this mess, and you were going to have Atsumu fix it. Yes, you did technically initiate contact first, but that was (b/f/n)’s fault and this could’ve avoided this if he hadn’t pulled off a whole stunt. 

It was already around 6 when he saw the note. A small smirk filled his expression, he was so sure that he would be able to get a good reaction out of (y/n). It was written on scrap paper, the back of a phys. ed worksheet. You wrote it in a rush, very obviously. That wasn’t really what caught his attention though; he was puzzled as to how he would fix this. Tell his fans to fuck off? Osamu would tease him for eternity.

“Oi, what’cha starin’ at?” he heard Osamu nag. “Mom’s waitin’ for us for dinner.”

“Hey, ‘Samu…  ya know how to fix this?” 

“... ARE YOU AN IDIOT- YOU ARE AN IDIOT.”

“I AM NOT! YOU ARE THE IDIOT HERE!” 

“SAYS THE ONE WHO GOT INTO A MESS LIKE THIS!” 

“Oi, ya shouldn’t be fightin’ at this hour,” the two heard Kita say, as he gave them a certain look. “... ‘m sorry…” the twins apologized.

Even after a fulfilling dinner made by their mother and a nice, hot shower, Atsumu still couldn’t think of a solution. Osamu almost snitched on him, but he decided that there was enough on their mom’s plate of problems at the moment. 

“What if ya said you were dating?” Osamu offered. 

“HAH?! ARE YA INSANE?!” Atsumu yelled at him.

“That would explain what happened at valentine’s.” 

“But there’s nothin’ between us-”

“Yer fanclub wouldn’t really believe anythin’ else.”

“Yeah…” 

(y/n),

Can we meet when practice ends at 6 on Thursday?

M. Atsumu.

“... I’m- Is he just going to apologize then run away? Tch.” you sighed. You had the idea that Miya Atsumu was overconfident and carefree, but not to this extent. The least he could do was fix this- he had power over his fandom and what people said about him, unlike you. You had to go, it wasn’t like you really had much of a choice if you wanted to talk it out and fix it. 

“Hey, (y/n) are you and Atsumu dating?” one of your classmates asked, and a bunch of others hovered around the table, waiting to hear a response. (b/f/n) had told you rumors had spread around the entire school; you figured that would’ve happened. Any topic related to the twins spread like wildfire, especially the blonde-haired one. 

“... Can you not try to pry into my private life?” you replied, which you instantly realized was exactly a wrong answer to give. This implied that you were in fact dating Atsumu secretly, and you just made your life 10x worse. You figured you should just tell everyone what had happened, then the blame would be on (b/f/n)- it should preferably be placed on Atsumu, since he started it, really. 

When you met him at 6pm, you expected no contribution from him. Instead, you were met with a solid plan for something you weren’t really happy about, but it seemed the easiest to convince the public of a story they put out. 

“(y/n)... let’s tell them that we’re dating.”

“Hmm… well, they already think that…”

“I’m sorry… I wasn’t thinking…” “It’s fine. All we can do is move forward, I guess.”

“Yeah… ‘Samu gave me this solution; it’s all I have, I’m sorry if it’s-”

“It’s fine. Let’s go through with it. Just protect me from the crazy fangirls; that’s all I want.”

“Ya.” 

“And we’ll need to put together a coherent story; what’s yer number?” 

“Ahaha, seriously, maybe (b/f/n)’s a prophet. She told me that she was aiming for somethin’ to happen between us,” you commented, remembering what happened years and years ago. 

“Ya were just so unnecessarily worried about the fangirls,” Atsumu mentioned. 

“Oi! Yer fangirls were hella scary back then…” 

That night, you stayed up coming up with a story, which ended with the two of you breaking up so that you could go on your separate ways again. However, the story didn’t last too long, as (b/f/n)’s parent’s investigations went a little too far and spread the truth a little too much. (b/f/n) is one thing, but you had almost forgotten her parents were another, seriously. They’d been a little busy over the last few years, thus the lack of investigations of local drama, but they had been doing so for decades, what could you expect from them? 

Nothing was Atsumu’s fault to the fanclub, unless he seriously convinced them that it was. You were guilty until proven innocent. Unbeknownst to you until after, he gave them a whole (to be honest, not-so-great) speech on how he kind of went too far with the joke, but also placed the blame on everyone else for assuming things. People were absolutely ridiculous; their ideas and their insane imagination should learn that the left side of the brain exists too. 

“Funny how we met again after college, after all that time.”

“Ya… a real wonder” 

Another A/N: OMG THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING FOR ‘TSUMU FORGIVE ME IF I WROTE HIM LIKE, WRONG IN THIS AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

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I have so many ideas for AUs I can post here

like now time to introduce Trash King Obito and his sex android Kakashi, aka. my attempt at a cyberpunk AU (non-con warning but not between obkk, Kakashi had a very rough life and yes its angsty)

Obito was a poor kid who didnt have much luck in life and had to often find scraps in garbage to eat, he got beaten up a few times and had fewer and fewer places he could go to

Eventually, he started going to the junkyard, where madara lived. Madara was an old grumpy guy who at first yelled at Obito, seeing some kid go through the trash but eventually let him stay. Obito started assisting Madara, sorting the garbage and finding some more precious parts that could be sold or used again

One day Obito got into an accident and lost an arm and an eye, he fell onto some sharp parts

But Madara knew more or less about implanting cybernetic parts and saved Obito by giving him an artificial arm, but didnt have any eyes so for a long time Obito just had one eye

Eventually Madara died and Obito stayed living alone on the junkyard, but he got into tinkering with putting the parts together, he'd always use the best parts to improve his arm and eventually found a purple eye to fill in

Madara had a crappy android put together from the scraps (yes zetsu hehe) and Obito often used Zetsu as his model to build better ones but it took him years t o get most necessary parts

He'd often fix smaller things and improved his little house uwu and sometimes people came to him and he'd help them out

(Okay enough backstory time for the obkk)

Obito would always salvage the best parts as soon as new trucks would unload more trash, and one day he found an android. It wasn't even powered off, just staring blankly at him and had a few missing or broken parts

But Obito was mesmerised how pretty it was made. He picked it up and normally would throw it onto the barrow with the rest of the parts but decided to carry it home instead

The android only sighed tiredly but didnt struggle

Obito murmured who would throw out a working android instead of fixing it and the android replied "They broke me on purpose. Got done with me."

"Hold on, I think I had the right parts, I'll fix you up"

"I have just one purpose, shouldn't you know if I'm worth fixing first?"

"You can introduce yourself as I fix you, then"

"I'm Kakashi. I guess last name won't matter anymore."

Kakashi watches Obito for a while and asks "What about you? You just have an artificial arm, the rest is human, right?"

"I'm Obito Uchiha. Hey, you were even given a last name? Based on the company that made you?"

Obito's surprised because he thinks Kakashi was a really well made android and he's even more baffled he was thrown out

"No, an actual last name. You won't find a company named Hatake making androids."

"So what's with your single purpose, then?"

"Sex."

Obito makes a startled noise and looks at Kakashi with wide eyes

"What"

"You heard me. I'm a sex android."

Obito continues fixing, now with a slight blush on his face and Kakashi chuckles

"Told you you should think whether I'm worth it"

"Hey, maybe I'm lonely. Girls don't like someone with the nickname King of Trash, you know? And I ain't putting my dick anywhere near Zetsu no matter how desperate I am"

"Zetsu?"

"An old crappy android."

"Well, Obito. Aren't you lucky then."

Though Kakashi has an disinterested tone all the time so he sounds sarcastic and Obito raises an eyebrow

They continue talking and Kakashi mentions his 'work' parts are surprisingly undamaged

"Guess even when they were throwing me out they still hesitated whether to fuck me one last time or not"

"How long did you even work for?"

"Hm... A year?"

"WhO THROWS A WORKING, HIGH QUALITY ANDROID AFTER A YEAR OUT"

"Chill, I told you they were the ones who broke me too"

"Yeah, why?!"

"I can tell you later. Now, you said you were lonely?"

Obito says he's fixed everything but he's not sure

and Kakashi grins "Well then time for a test run, right?"

They end up fucking hehe and Obito realises this feels so damn good

And despite the fact he's never really had a lot of sex before, fucking Kakashi feels... real

The way he moans and gasps and thrashes in bed, it's like he's a human, and after sex Obito keeps wondering who would put this much effort into a sex android

Most he's seen are just like living sex dolls, moaning and doing hardly any movement, maybe only shaking their ass and bouncing on your dick

Obito keeps Kakashi and Kakashi is so pretty that Obito even tells him not to help him at work too much, joking Kakashi might get hurt

They fuck every night and Obito finds Kakashi cute and pretty and before he realises it he enjoys Kakashi's presence a lot

One day Obito chuckles he could sell Kakashi for a few thousands since he's practically as good as new and he's so damn good but then sees Kakashi frown and his eyes look upset and Obito gets flustered and says it's just a joke

"No, it's fine... No offense taken. Androids are just... toys, I know"

Obito feels stupid for saying that and asks Kakashi finally

"I have to know... Why do you... Uh... Why are you so..."

"real?"

"Y-yeah"

"It's okay, I know. You have no idea how many times I was compared to other sex androids. How they showed off how much they can make me mewl from fingering alone when other androids would hardly react"

"I-I just can't understand why they'd throw you out if they've put so much effort into making you."

"They didn't really put much effort, you know?"

"But the coding-"

"What coding. There was no need for complicated coding. Just making sure I'd be horny all the time and wouldn't cry and say no."

"... what?"

"Well, you probably haven't come across something like me yet. To be honest, I didn't either until I got into trouble"

Kakashi sighs and tells Kakashi his story finally

"I feel real because I am real. I told you, I have a last name. Because I am Kakashi Hatake. If you look me up, you'll find some shit out probably. "

"Real. As in... You were- are a human? But-"

"I have an android body? I know, shocking. According to the official info, I even have a date of death. I couldn't pay off my dad's debts so some bad people with too much money on their hands decided to make me pay off in a different way"

"W-why make you an android"

"I told you. Humans can get broken too quickly, they cry and scream they don't want it, keep saying no and begging for mercy... And most importantly, they're not always in the mood"

Obito feels sick hearing it and starts apologising to Kakashi, that he shouldn't have just fucked him, he probably didn't want it, etc etc

But Kakashi smiles and cups Obito's cheeks "I told you to. You didn't tell me anything."

"But you just said, they forced you to always want-"

"I don't jump at people wanting to be fucked, Obito. Most of the time it's just a passive feeling that if someone grabbed and fucked me, I'd be okay with it"

"But when I tell someone I want it, I want it."

Obito looks confused and Kakashi giggles

"Obito, you're the first person to ever show concern for me"

"You didn't just think I'm a junk, you princess carried me to fix me"

"Well I... uh... You were still working and you were so..."

"Pretty, I know"

They end up kissing and hugging

And Kakashi whispers "So please, don't sell me. I want to be with you"

"I wouldn't dream of it. I want you too"

*

Some extras:

Kakashi can be powered off, he can have a few things programmed like how long he should be on standby, imitating sleep

They didnt power him off because they just saw kakashi as nothing more than trash. They used him for a year and got bored

Kakashi used to live in constant fear once his dad died and the debt collectors chased him. He couldnt get enough money to pay it off and they finally decided to make him their bitch

So Kakashi hasn't seen any kindness in years. Plus Obito looked hot. So for the first time Kakashi saw someone he wanted to have sex with

Normally he'd probably say thanks and offer to help at work but since he was made to be a sex android he couldnt think of other ways to show gratefulness

#text #ideas

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Kiss Goodnight - Kieran x GN!Reader (18+)

I told y’all, I couldn’t let this idea go. When I was working on a crossover/time travel story, I had wanted to do this. But since I’ve basically scrapped the story, I decided that I would use this idea for a sort of shipping story. If I ever rewrite that old fic, I’ll still use this.

WARNING: Major spoilers for the storyline, graphics descriptions of blood and gore, and swearing! If any of this makes you uncomfortable, please don’t read!

Summary: They did this to him, those bastards. The sweetest man you could meet, and he had been brutally attacked. You’re in no better shape yourself, but you’ll be damned if you’re leaving Kieran tied up in this disgusting basement. And with his sobbing pleads, how could you turn your back on him?

Word count: 2,400

“You are not going out there, and that is an order!”

“Someone’s gotta give a damn about him, Dutch! What if he’s hurt?”

“The boy’s fine! Now-”

“YOU DON’T KNOW THAT!”

  You had waited until the early morning, waiting for Bill to end his shift for guard duty and John to start his. You knew how slow they were, and when the coast was clear, you took your chance. Gathering everything you could, you mounted your horse and dug your spurs into the animal’s sides, starting down the path, eyes squinted to try and see through the thick fog. You had a rough idea of where you were headed, the stable boy having voiced his concerns with you some nights ago.

  Oh, Kieran. You knew you should’ve kept a closer eye on him that night. How he had stumbled into the woods as the party died down, a beer bottle in his hand. You felt guilty. You should’ve gone with him, and now his disappearance was eating at you. Mary-Beth’s questions didn’t help you feel any better, either. She had asked other members if they had seen Kieran, but she was met with the familiar shake of the head and low “no”.

  Then there was Dutch, nonchalant as ever. You had wanted to knock him upside the head when he rolled his eyes at you, sounding unconcerned as you suggested a search party for your missing member. It made your blood boil when he waved his hand and took a drag of his cigar, telling you Kieran would find his way back, as if he were some pup that had run off. The bastard.

  You couldn’t stop thinking of the night Kieran had finally told you of the O’Driscolls. His frightened face and paranoid attitude. He told you about the men he had seen close by the camp, and he confided in you with a hideout he had heard of when he still ran with the gang. You should’ve attached yourself to the man’s hip to make sure this wouldn’t happen, but you figured you were all hidden enough. You figured someone on guard duty would’ve noticed shuffling in the trees - would’ve noticed someone dragging your friend away. You at least wished someone else would’ve cared enough to go looking for him.

  It was a suicide run and you knew it. Going against a group of O’Driscolls all alone. You knew you weren’t as tough as Arthur, but you had something the man didn’t: stealth. And it was the only hope you could cling to as you heard voices up ahead. Your stomach dropped when you saw Branwen hitched to a nearby post, pawing anxiously at the ground and looking around. You moved your own horse to the side, hidden behind the thick bushes and tall trees. You removed the old bow Charles had gifted you, slinging your quiver over your shoulder and placing the arrows inside. You double checked to make sure your knife was in its sheath, having sharpened it earlier that night when you were seated in camp plotting. Moving your bandana up to cover your face, you make your way for the edge of the camp. No, you weren’t as tough as Arthur was, but you were going to do what that whole gang couldn’t be bothered to do: save one of your own.

  They’re not grouped together, much to your delight. You start with the ones on guard duty, readying your arrow and pulling back, aiming for their heads before you released. Once you heard them fall with a satisfying thud, you moved forward, going to retrieve the bloody arrow and ready yourself for another shot. You looked at these men as what they were; animals. You tried to pretend you were just hunting, and in some way, you were. Hunting down the animals that took away the sweetest man you had met, remembering all Charles had taught you whenever you two went hunting together. Keep low, watch your surroundings, and don’t shoot unless you’re absolutely sure. If you’re getting too flustered, take a deep breath in, hold it, and steady your aim. And that’s what you did when you felt your adrenaline pumping, rage coursing through your veins when soft sobbing made its way to your ears. It had to be him. It had to.

  You let yourself indulge in a kill, sneaking up behind a man that was crouched beside the scout fire. You reached out, wrapping your hand over his mouth, using your other to bring your knife around and cut along his neck. It was disgusting, hearing him gag on his own blood as he dropped to the ground, but it helped calm you. With every O’Driscoll you took down, you found yourself closer to your goal - closer to bringing Kieran home and making sure he was safe. And when your arrow shot through the last guard’s throat, you allowed yourself to finally calm down. This was it. You were going to go get him, bring him home, chastise the holy hell out of Dutch, and maybe even run off with Kieran. It was wishful thinking, but it wasn’t a secret you had been sweet on the man.

“Kieran?” You tried to keep your voice hushed as you grabbed the metal handles that led to the cellar, pulling them open with a grunt. You knew it was him when he started yelling, voice muffled and shuffling coming from inside. You allowed yourself to fall into a false sense of security, hurrying down to free him. His screaming only increased when you were thrown to the ground. It had all gone so quick, your mouth opening as your back slammed into the ground, the wind being knocked out of you as you felt a sharp pain enter your side. No. No, this isn’t how it was supposed to go.

  You’re on autopilot at this point, not even registering your own knife in your hand until it’s embedded deep in the O’Driscoll’s temple. The blood drips onto your face and the adrenaline kicks back in, dulling the pain when the man’s body falls limp, pressing the knife deeper into your side. You huff as you rip your knife out of his skull, shoving his body off of yours and laying there. Kieran’s sobs are replaced with white noise as you gaze up at the dusty ceiling, trying to comprehend everything happening. You slowly reach up, grasping the handle of the hunting knife and pulling, ripping it out of your side. A gasp escapes you, filling your lungs and bringing you back to reality. It hurt. It hurt so bad, but you couldn’t lay here. No, you weren’t going to just die here in front of the man you just spent the night looking for. You wouldn’t traumatize him anymore than he already was.

  When you force yourself up, that’s when you see it. A lump forms in your throat as you stagger upright, tears falling from your eyes. Kieran was hanging before you, his wrists tied together by old rope and looking close to bleeding. A dirty cloth had acted as a gag, muffling his sobs and soft pleads, but it’s his eyes that do it for you. His once sweet, green colored eyes were replaced with empty sockets, bloody and stained with tears.

“K-Kieran,” you choke out, scurrying forward to take his face in your hands. He flinches at first, but finally allows himself to nuzzle against your gentle touch, his chest heaving as he continues to wails. Fresh tears are rolling down his cheeks, and it’s enough to get you to join him, bringing his head forward to hold it against your chest. You couldn’t understand how they could do this to such a sweet man. It wasn’t fair. You stroked your hand through his dirty and knotted hair, trying your best to shush him through shaky breaths.

“I’m gonna get you out of here,” you promise as you pull his face back, stroking his cheeks as your voice cracks. He nods frantically, breathing heavily as he tries to control himself. The first thing you do is take hold of your knife, cutting him free of his binds and having to catch him when his knees buckle beneath him. He’s wobbly but finally stands, holding onto you for dear life as you remove the gag from his mouth, letting it hang loosely around his neck. He’s thanking you softly, stuttering more than you’ve ever heard before. You remove your bandana, folding it up before going to wrap it around his eyes, acting as a blindfold. You didn’t want any more gunk getting inside the sockets, and god forbid someone from camp saw you two return, you didn’t want them to see Kieran in this state.

  He allows you to wrap his eyes up, holding your hand and squeezing tightly as you slowly lead him out of the cellar. You’re limping, free hand holding onto the wound you’ve recently gotten. You can feel the blood seeping out, but you force yourself to stay strong. You whistle for your horse, making sure you two were alone as you led him over to Branwen. You keep your voice soft and calm as you guide him over, handing him the reins and doing your best to help him up and onto the saddle. Your own horse has to lower itself to the ground when it notices you struggling, letting you mount up a lot easier than pulling yourself up. Once you’re both ready to go, you reach out to take Branwen’s rein in one hand, guiding the horse as you start for Shady Belle.

“Y-you ca-ame for me,” Kieran chokes out, his voice still shaky as his body trembles. You don’t want to imagine all he’s been through. “You...”

“Wasn’t gonna leave you,” you tell him, going to take his hand in your own and stroke his knuckles. His bottom lip trembles, threatening to have him break down again. You go back to softly shushing him. “I’m gonna get you home, and I’m gonna fix you up.”

“W-where... w-where are the o-others?” he asks, “Is-is a-anyone e-else with ya?”

“It’s just me,” You can’t stop the bitter tone that laces your words, but you feel Kieran give your hand a squeeze.

“T-thank you. Thank you,” He’s almost breathless, but you can hear him softly start crying again. You mimic the squeeze, continuing to stroke his knuckles.

  By the time the two of you get back to the mansion, you’re feeling woozy and weak. You noticed the color had drained from your hands, but you try not to think about it. Slow and deep breaths, keep your eyes open. You don’t go to the normal hitching area. Instead, you both take a different route, avoiding John and keeping yourselves hidden. You almost fall trying to dismount, and you have to reassure Kieran that you’re fine. He holds you close when you help him down from Branwen, and you lie when he asks about the wet spot on your shirt, telling him it belonged to an O’Driscoll. It wasn’t entirely a lie, but you knew a good majority of it was yours.

  You grunt as you push the doors open, leading Kieran inside and setting him down on a chair. You stumble slightly as you go to retrieve the old canteen on the dining table, hearing the water slosh around inside. An old cloth had fallen to the floor, probably from one of the girls when they were cleaning. You pick it up, gritting your teeth and trying to suppress a painful groan as you bend over. You open the canteen, pouring some water out and onto the cloth before reaching for Kieran. You wipe away the dirt and dried blood from his face, focusing on the way his pale skin slowly looks like it’s coming back to life.

  You’re not prepared when he hesitantly brings his hands up, reaching out and fumbling to gently grasp your neck. You freeze, allowing him to slide his hands up to your face, cupping and stroking your cheeks. A soft sigh escapes your lips and you reach a hand of your own up to place it over one of his.

“I was scared,” you confess to him softly, tears filling your eyes once more. “Thought I... thought I’d never see you again...”

“I wish I could see you,” he whimpers, and you feel him tighten just that little bit. You tilt your head, going to press a soft kiss to his palm before nuzzling into it.

“Never should’ve... left you alone,” you sigh. It’s getting harder to keep your eyes open, but you’re hellbent on saying all the things you didn’t before. “You mean a lot... to me, Kieran. So much.”

  You don’t hear what he says in response, but you sniffle as you feel a tear escape your eye. You continue to speak to him, even if it’s getting harder. You tell him how thankful you were to have met him, and how you wished you would’ve found him sooner. You express your hatred for Dutch and not sending someone to go looking for him earlier, and you break down when you tell him the worst you had feared. When your feelings for him slip out, he stops your rambling by tugging at your face. You let him bring you closer, his chapped lips awkwardly finding their way to yours. You close your eyes, allowing yourself to melt into his gentle touch and bask in this. You hate feeling him pull away, and his concerned voice seems to be getting farther and farther. You feel so weak, breathing heavier. Not yet, please. Just some more time.

  Hosea’s yelling is the only thing that properly comes through, and even then it’s muffled. You fall back into the old man’s arms, staring up at him through half lidded eyes as he calls out for help. His hand grabs yours, squeezing harshly as he barks at you to stay awake, desperately smacking your cheek in an attempt to get your attention. You feel a smile tug at your lips.

“I got him back,” you tell him softly. You can see Dutch, Arthur and Miss Grimshaw crowd around you, worried looks on their faces as Dutch falls to his knees to cover the wound on your side. “I got him back...”

#rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #kirean duffy #gn!reader #kirean x gn!reader #spoilers #gore #blood #violence #rdr2 spoilers #gore tw #blood tw #violence tw

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Reader x Nobunaga Oda {IkeSen} - Public Claim

Title: Public Claim Fandom: Ikemen Sengoku Character: Nobunaga Oda Genre: wink Warnings: ;) Kinks: public sex, internal cumshot, banter, promise of future sex, possessiveness Intended Gender Audience: Female Audience  Word Count: 2000 words POV: second person Written by: @mythiica​ Other comments: kinky

Nobunaga insists on leaving the castle for a few hours just to explore for a bit. Stretch our legs, he so casually jokes, alluding to the long night of heated activities the two of you participated in. You, with muscles sore like never before, leap at the opportunity to look for new fabrics and spend a wonderful afternoon with your lover. 

          He smiles and extends his hand, pulling you up from the futon. His other and goes to the small of your back to support you gently. There is a tenderness to his touch that makes you melt once more, just as you had hours earlier. 

         “Do you think I will find new prints to make a new kimono?” you glance over at the dress you had been wearing, but it lies in a torn pile at the corner of the room. “Maybe I’ll try to save this one…” 

         “Are you sad I ripped it?” 

         “Only a bit. I did urge you to take it off as soon as possible.” 

         Nobunaga fetches a new outfit for you and helps you tie the obi in the front. “True…” Once a knot is securely tied, he brushes your hair back and kisses the purple flower on your skin. “I’ll try to be more gentle next time, alright?” 

         “You said that last week, and look where we are now,” you muse, covering your cheeks to hide your blush. 

         Ushering you outside, Nobunaga laces his fingers with you. “Are we really going to play this game? I-said and you-said?” 

         You bat your eyelashes at Nobunaga with a bright grin. “Well. You did say it. I’m just reminding you!” 

         The warlord rolls his tongue over his bottom lip and tucks a hand under your legs, lifting you into the air. “I also remember saying I’d find a pleasurable way to quiet you if you misbehaved. Shall we return to our room, or continue out?” 

         Even though you try to squirm out of his grip, Nobunaga holds on tightly and keeps you from falling. “Mercy! Alright… you’ve won. We’ll go look around and return in time for dinner.” 

         He sets you down and offers you a swift kiss before leading you towards the stables to fetch your horses. The ride to the main market is short, especially considering you try to race him there. Nobunaga wins (as he usually does) but acts like a gentleman and offers you a hand in dismounting the horse. 

         After strolling through the rows of shops, you naturally migrate towards the fabrics on display. The bright colors attract you, and you run your hand over the silken material, looking for patterns that speak to you. If you could, you would get a few yards of each design, but you don’t have the room to store it all. 

         You pass from stall to stall and finally settle on a bright red embroidered fabric that would make for a wonderful kimono. Furthermore, considering that his birthday would be arriving soon, you purchase enough to make an elaborate outfit for him. There would be enough from scraps to make a matching haori for yourself, so you make sure to hide the print in a small bag. 

         Nobunaga is taking shots with a vassal in one of the bars down the road, and you are not surprised to find him also eating fresh konpeito. 

         “Look!” He holds up his glass to show you a few dissolved candies at the bottom of his cup. “What a brilliant idea, to soak the konpeito in the alcohol, we must try this when we get home. Do you think Masamune has tried this before?”

         “We can surely ask when we return. It is getting late though, shall we go?” 

         Nobunaga finishes his drink before leaving a few gold coins on the table. It is more than enough to cover his tab, but he smiles happily at the owner of the tavern and wishes him a good day. Benevolent Nobunaga always makes you happy, so you extend your hand and lead him through the tables to the street. 

         He stumbles over the edge of his clothes, and your hand accidentally dips into a hole through the back of his obi. It tickles, and Nobunaga lets out a rough laugh. “We’re in public, you know,” he whispers, drawing close to you. His breath is hot and heavy from the liquor, and you make the mistake of teasing him back.

         “It’s not my fault you have a hole back here!” 

         “Surely it’s a hole you made when oh clawed at my clothes last night, begging me to take you…” Nobunaga hooks his finger in the knot of your own obi and pulls you into an alleyway. Your body is flush against his and he takes the bag from your hands, letting it drop on top of a crate. “You were so wonderful last night, I shouldn’t have let us leave…” 

         The next moment, you feel his lips against your neck, tracing the bruises he left, and you let out a small yelp. No one is around to say anything, but you press your hand to his chest. “You want to do this here? Now?!” 

         Nobunaga’s hands are already up your skirt, and that should be enough of an answer. It isn’t the first time he’s gotten greedy in public before, but considering the night the two of you just had, you thought Nobunaga would want to take some time to recover. Or was this all a ploy to enjoy you outside? 

         Growling back, you nip Nobunaga’s jaw and rest your leg at his side. “Nobunaga Oda, you thought about this the moment we woke up this morning, didn’t you?” 

         “So I’ve been found out,” he admits, raising his hands innocently. “Do you mind?” 

         Your panties are already around your ankles, so even if you did, it would be too late to go back on your words now. “No, but you’ll have to be quiet if you don’t want to be found out by your friends inside the bar.” 

         Nobunaga tosses his head back and chuckles at your comment. “I should be saying the same to you, no? Or did you lose your voice last night…?” His fingers slip through the slit in your kimono, and he pushes it back enough to reveal your thighs. He does the same to his own clothes, but spins you around to push you flush to the wall. 

         The boxes to your left and right provide enough cover that you don’t have to worry about being caught, but it is exhilarating none the less. Nobunaga has a flair for doing things out of the norm, and you rather like that he’s caught you off guard with this. Wetness is already pooling between your legs, and when Nobunaga wedges his knee there to grind against you, he smirks joyfully. 

         “We’ll be fast, then return in time for dinner, just like you said, no?” 

         “Shut up and do it already, don’t start with your antics and tease me now.” 

         But he continues and brushes his fingers over the swell of your breast, still clad with silk. “I’m just reminding you.”

         You cup his face and kiss the smirk off of his lips. The harder you grind against his leg, the more pronounced the bulge against his kimono grows. Matching his speed, you pull back the fabric enough to expose Nobunaga’s length, but you do not see it for long before he enters you. A low hiss escapes your throat, so Nobuanga keeps his forearms pressed against the wall to keep you hidden. 

         “If you’re going to remind me about anything,” you mewl as he starts thrusting, “remind me of your promise last night. How you said you wouldn’t let anyone else see me like this!” 

         “Are you trying to be cute with me?” 

         “Perhaps.” 

         Nobunaga tilts his hips up more and drops your foot on one of the crates so that he can maneuver you with ease. Large hands sweep over your body before returning to their place at either side of your head, limiting your vision to what is in front of you: Nobunaga. 

         “No one can see you, trust in that. I wouldn’t allow it.” He grunts and uses all of his stamina to bring the both of you closer to climaxing. “I’ll shield you with my body.” 

         Tangling your fingers in his hair, you pull his face even closer to yours. His nose brushes against your lips, and Nobunaga nuzzles against you before tucking a hand under your thighs as you slip down the wall. With his other hand, he grips one of the boxes to hold on. 

         “You’re so wonderful for doing that,” you say to appeal to his ego. “I can already feel you tensing against me. Am I that good, or are you desperate to cum again?” 

         He grunts painfully and digs his fingertips into your flesh, pushing you down further until he’s on his knees. The boxes are taller than the two of you now, so he does not have to worry about being seen. Instead, he uses his palms to frisk you, pressing against your nipples to feel if they’re hard. 

         Nobunaga is tempted to tug them open, but he opts better for pressing his weight into you with every thrust. “Y-Yes,” he pants. “You’ll be mine no matter where we are, in public or in private.” 

         You hear the voices of people passing the alleyway. Maybe someone looks in for a moment, curious to know why they hear the echoes of moans and skin slapping skin, but they walk by without lingering. 

         “Yes, I’ll be yours…” 

         He buries his face in your neck, teeth grinding against your jaw to leave a fresh hickey. You tense your muscles, fighting against the mellow ache, and drag your nails up across his shoulder blades. 

         “N-Nobunaga–” 

         A string of curses falls from his lips, but that’s all he needs to hear before he cums, this time inside of you as to not leave evidence. The surge of warmth sends your toes curling and head back against the wall. Your lips form an ‘o’ of pleasure as you orgasm with his seed inside of you. He stays like that until he’s given you everything he has, but even then Nobunaga wraps his arms around you, pulling you close to protect you. 

         Your heart continues to thunder in your ears, and you cannot hear properly. 

         “W-What?” 

         “I said we should likely head back, I want to do more to you–” 

         You don’t know where he gets the energy to do so, but you kiss Nobunaga gently and brush beads of sweat away from his forehead. “More? Are you sure?” 

         His lips kiss every spot of skin he can reach. “Yes.” 

         Standing up slowly, you fold your kimono back to its place and fix the top half. Nobunaga does the same, though less successful because the hole in his obi is beyond noticeable now. Your finger must have found it and tore it open, but considering you will make him a new outfit soon, you decide it will be alright. He hesitates leaving when you grab his wrist. 

         “Let me fix your hair,” you say slowly, trying to stall so you can catch your breath. 

         Nobunaga smiles and nuzzles against your touch as you rake your fingers through his locks, pulling out the knots you left. 

         “Does it really matter? It’ll look a fine mess soon enough.” 

         “My are you feisty!” 

         Nobunaga offers you the bag of fabric before leading you down the other side of the alley. “To be fair, you admitted you’d be mine. I want to celebrate.” He gives you a bright smile and keeps you close, heat of his body radiating outwards to envelop you. 

         Keeping your hand in his, you make a run for the horses, dragging him behind you. “Then celebrate we shall.” 

#ikesen #ikemen sengoku #ikesen nobunaga #nobunaga oda #ikesen x reader #nobunaga oda x reader #cybird #otome

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Sweet Home Hyogo: Chapter 4 THAT is a Fine looking man right there

Chapter 3-Chapter 5

“Y/N!!” With a scared gasp Y/n sat up in her bed, practically sprinting out from under the covers due to the fight-or-flight response her mother’s arrival had activated. Y/n let her now tensed muscles relax as one hand clutched her heart and the other her head, shaking her head in disapproval at the enthusiastic woman standing in her doorway. “Mom what the heck! You could have killed me.” Her mother simply waved her off and tugged her out of bed, allowing the young female to regain her footing before fixing her hair and lightly pushing her towards her dresser.

“As much as I appreciate the heartfelt wake up, why are you in such a rush?” Mrs. L/n placed her hands on her hips and looked at her only daughter. “You missy hafta get ready ASAP. I’ve got somethin’ I need ya to do for me.” Y/n furrowed her eyebrows as she squinted her eyes accusingly at her mother. Hesitantly she looked at her, arms coming up to cross across her chest. “What exactly Is ‘something’ mom?” Mrs. L/n rolled her eyes at her hesitation, “I need you to deliver some bread to Yumie.” Oh. OH- “Yumie as in…” 

Mrs. L/n’s eyes once again met the back of her eyelids as she continued ushering Y/n around the room, the young woman getting ready as she was. “Yes, Yumie as in yer mother-in-law. I dunno why yer so surprised, should ‘a known I’d make you see her when I saw ya were back.” Y/n felt the nervousness arise in her stomach as she got dressed and did her hair and such. It wasn’t that she disliked her mother-but-really-grandmother-in-law at all! She loved Yumie like her own grandmother! It was just, Yumie had been very upset when she learned about her and Shinsuke, heartbroken actually, and knowing why she was here was something Y/n would like to stay under wraps. 

After having the basket of baked goods shoved in her hands and being practically thrown out the front door, Y/n’s mother speedily drove Y/n to the Kita residence, booking it down the street once Y/n was on the front porch step. Y/n took a few deep breaths before squaring her shoulders and knocking. After softly knocking a few times, she took a small step back, hands interlocking in front of her. Just as she was about to knock again she heard the elder’s small footsteps. 

The door opened and Y/n could see the ever so sweet and smiling face of the elder she loved dearly. Yumie let out a slight gasp as she pulled Y/n down into a tight hug. “Y/n dear! How are you?” Y/n smiled as she hugged her back. “I’m good, granny. How are you doing? You look great.” (She will also call her granny cause it makes ~sense~) Granny released Y/n from her arms as she stepped aside, welcoming the young woman into her home. Y/n set the baked goods on the counter as she and Yumie sat down, catching up and what not. Before the two knew it, it was noon, and time for lunch. “Y/n, dear, would you like to stay? Five years is a lot of time to catch up on.” 

Y/n nodded, “Only if you let me help you cook!” Yumie nodded “Deal”. The took put on aprons and got to work, making homemade ramen. The two were hard at work, and as Yumie went to set the table and Y/n put the finishing touches on the meal, the front door opened. “Granny! I’m here for lunch!” Y/n, still very much hard at work, didn’t hear the front door open or close nor did she hear the other Kita’s greeting. “Shin! Please come in, come in!” Kita smiled at his grandmother, while he took off his boots, hat, and the fluffy white towel around his neck. 

(Okay, I have N O idea how the outfit works, but it looks like a jump suit kinda thingy, and he wears like a black compressions shirt under, SO for my sake and for a ~purpose~ he will have unbuttoned the top portion and tied it around his waist, like the painter official art Y’know? I hope so lol) Y/n had just put the meal on the table when Kita entered the dining room, both young adults showing a look of surprise on their faces. Yumie ushered them both to the table and sat them across from each other while she sat at the end of the table. Both adults shared a heartwarming, sweet, sincere FAKE smile while the elder hummed in satisfaction. 

“Y/n, what a surprise.” Kita stated, ‘smile’ still present as she returned it, eyes crinkling in suspicion. “Yes, what a surprise.” Yumie hid her smirk as she readied the meals, “Ooh! Shin dear,” He broke the intense eye contact between him and Y/n as he looked to his Granny, the sickeningly sweet façade dropping to an actually sincere one towards the one who raised him. “Yes Granny?” Yumie pointed to the kitchen, “Go get the good bowls, Y/n’s back home for a visit! This is a special occasion!” Kita stiffened and clenched his jaw, remembering all to vividly why Y/n was here. 

Without turning his head, he turned his gaze to Y/n, who was desperately pleading with her eyes for him not to tell Yumie why she was really here. “O’course, be right back” Y/n gave let out a sigh, “Y/n.” She looked up to Kita in shock, “Since you n’ Granny re organized the kitchen a couple’ a years ago, I dunno where they got put. Mind helpin’ me find em?” The look he was giving her was no questioning glance, he wanted answers. Y/n nodded, “Sure.” 

The two adults got up from the table and made their way into the storage closet. “What is this really about? I know for a fact you know where the bowls are.” Y/n asked in a hushed voice, crossing her arms over her chest. Kita sighed and turned to face Y/n, copying her actions as he leaned against the walls. “Because I know how much Granny dislikes our…situation… I’m not gonna tell her ‘bout yer fiancé.” Y/n stiffened. Of course he knew. He wasn’t stupid! (Freaking class 7 smh) “Thanks…”  The two stood in silence while Kita dug through the closet looking for the bowls, before retrieving them and returning to his position against the walls. 

Keep in mind, its been five years since Y/n had last seen Kita, and a person can change a lot in five years. Especially when that person works incredibly hard doing manual labor. Long story short, Kita had bulked up, and Y/n had noticed. How could she not! He was wearing a compression shirt that nicely showed off his toned arms and chest. He had always had a good amount of muscle, but he had changed a lot since high school, for better of course. 

‘W O W he got buff. I mean, he was never scrawny but OH MY GOSH HOW!?! And his biceps?! STOP IT Y/N! STOP this is not okay. You have a wonderful, beautiful fiancé waiting for you at home who is wonderful and you love him. SO STOP OGLING YOUR SOON-TO-BE-EX-HUSBAND YOU IDIOT!! Ughhhh, the jerk probably doesn’t even know what he’s doing..jerk..’ 

Oh no, he was well aware of what he was doing. And he felt no remorse for it either. Y/n was never really ‘sneaky’ or ‘subtle’ and he was extremely observant and perceptive. So picking up on her wandering eyes and internal debate was quite easy. “Y’done?” Y/n was jerked back to reality as she sent him a harsh embarrassed glare. Smirking, Kita grabbed the bowls and started walking back until “Wait,” He turned around to see Y/n looking away while she gripped his wrist. He raised an eyebrow, silently questioning her what she wanted. “Thank you….really. I know our situation isn’t ideal but I appreciate it.” 

Kita’s face turned to one of seriousness as he slowly nodded, “S’not my job to tell her, it’s yours.” Y/n nodded, releasing his wrist as she grabbed the bowls from him, making her way back into the dining room and setting the bowls on the table. Kita stayed behind, taking a deep breath as he slid a hand down his face, re collecting himself before returning to the table, getting his lunch and beginning to eat. If only you knew Y/n….Maybe things would be different…But…I guess you’ve found someone new huh? 

Kita let go of the depressing thoughts and focused his attention to the two chattering women in front of him, two women he held very dear to him, even if only one appeared to return the sentiment. Lunch went…surprisingly well. The two adults were able to have civil conversations, much to the satisfaction of his grandmother, and after plenty of trips down memory lane, and a few looks through old scrap books Yumie sends the two adults out of her home. 

“Shin dear, before you go back to work, walk Y/n home. I know you two aren’t together in a sense, but you still owe it to each other to guarantee the others safety.” Kita looks over at Y/n, “Only if you don’t mind.” He shook his head as he and Y/n started their walk back to her house. It wasn’t too far, the two used to make this trip quite often, actually. Growing up as best friends, and later high school sweethearts, meant frequent trips between the two houses. The walk back was quiet, but not an uncomfortable quiet like the car ride, more like a reminiscing quiet. 

Y/n started giggling, trying to suppress the laughter coming out. Kita looked at her questioningly. “What’s so funny?” Y/n looks at him and bursts out laughing, as she can no longer keep it in. Kita feels his own smile creep up on his face. “Do-do you remember when we were coming home from school *snort* and, you slipped, so you took me down with you *snicker* into a pile of mud!!” Kita stopped walking and looked at Y/n in disappointment, seeing her bent over in half laughing herself to death. 

“I thought we had a mutual agreement not to bring that up again.” Y/n tried to calm herself down but her actions went in vain as she remembered how mad both of their parents were, before they started laughing at the two teens. Y/n always thought it was funny, Kita however, did not. Y/n stood up straight again, wiping the tears that were in her eyes before successfully calming down. “Yeah, well, that’s my revenge for you bringing up what you did earlier.” Kita smiled as he remembered the mortified look on Y/n’s face as he recounted to Yumie of a certain event when they were first married and on their honeymoon. 

They had gone to a beach for their honeymoon (you can choose where 😊) and naturally Y/n and Kita had gone into the water. The two had been having fun, playfully splashing each other and all that. That is before a big wave came out of NO WHERE and caught Y/n off guard. Unfortunately for Y/n, she wasn’t the only thing caught off guard, as her top came loose and….well…came off. Y/n had been so in shock from the big wave that had taken her out, that she hadn’t realized that an important piece of clothing was missing. That is until she stood up to see Kita doubled over in laughter. She glared at him until she felt a bit colder it was then she dove back in the water, frantically waving her new husband over to help her. 

“Well, then I guess its only fair then.” Y/n smiled. The remainder of their walk was quiet. “See ya around I guess.” Kita said as he dropped Y/n off on her front porch step. “Yeah I guess so. You still have papers to sign.” Kita shook his head and smiled, waving her off as he walked back towards the fields to get back to work. “See ya around Y/n, and no.” Y/n, despite being frustrated over the papers couldn’t help but shake her head a she went inside, instantly confused as she couldn’t seem to wipe the fond smile off of her face.

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[duker42]

Can I request Levi and s/o were married for a year, but an accident happened that lead s/o to losing her memory of Levi and her friends. Levi the group try to remind her of the good times to trigger her memory back but no luck, so one night Levi was ready to let go(as if😅) he does this one gesture that what made there relationship happen in the first place and his s/o partly but remembers Levi and the group. And they cry happily fluff 🥰 I’m a sap for happy ending

💜Back to You💜

She was so still on the bed, her eyes closed as she slept. But she wasn’t asleep, she wouldn’t wake up. Levi twisted the thin gold band that was on her hand, looking at the matching on the hand that lay on her waist.

He didn’t know what had happened. He hadn’t been there. It was the one thing he hated about Y/N leading her own squad, he wasn’t there to protect her. The reports were scattered, she had apparently been protecting her squad when an Abnormal had knocked her out of the sky.

All he knew was that his wife was laying in this bed, with no one knowing when she might wake up.

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He woke up the moment she stirred. His eyes popping open from where he was sitting beside her bed to see her start moving around. He leaned forward, eager to see the eyes of his love open.

He watched as her eyes opened slowly, blinking a few times up at the ceiling before her head turned, taking in her surroundings. His small smile of relief was on his face when her eyes stopped on him.

“Y/N, you idiot, I was so worried.” He huffed. He knew something was wrong when she didn’t look at him with any glimmer of recognition.

“W-who are you?” She asked, her hand slipping from his as she pulled it back.

He stared at her, wondering if she was fucking with him. If she was, it wasn’t funny, at all. “Don’t fuck around right now, brat.” He growled, unwilling to believe she didn’t know him.

Her glare was instant. “I don’t know who the fuck you think you are, but don’t call me a brat.”

He held his tongue, his heart heavy as he got to his feet. He needed to get the doctors. They needed to explain what the hell was happening with his wife.

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“She has amnesia. She doesn’t remember any of you.” The doctor said.

Levi had been waiting forever outside of her room, impatient for word about how to fix whatever was going on with her. He stood glaring at the doctor as he explained that she didn’t know her own husband. That her memories of him and everyone they knew were gone.

“So when will she get her memories back?” He asked, spitting out the words as if they were at fault.

“She might never recover them.” The doctor answered honestly.

“Shit.”

~~~~~

Levi looked down at the woman sitting under the trees, reading a book. She was so close, but it was like she was on the moon. He wanted to reach out and touch her, needed to hold her close to him, but he couldn’t. She still didn’t remember him.

It had been months since her accident. He had thought it was hard moving all of her stuff out of their room, but trying to sleep in the bed where they had made love was worse. He had ended up resuming the habit of sleeping at his desk, only entering their bedroom to change or bathe.

He toyed with the gold band on his finger. Y/N still wore it, but had just thought it was a ring that she liked wearing. Levi had refused to take his off, irrationally fearing that it might jinx her from recovering her memory.

He sighed as he watched Y/N, maybe he was fooling himself. He had tried for months to jog her memory. He had brought her tea, tried talking with her like they used to. Taking her for walks and even a horseback ride to the lake were he brought her often to be alone. Nothing had worked.

He looked away and felt his heart sink. He felt like she should just let her go. Let her be free to live her life, no longer tied to him. Not that she remembered it, she didn’t remember loving him and promising to spend the rest of her life as his wife.

~~~~~

Y/N felt nervous as she stood outside Captain Levi’s office. She had been told that this intimidating man was her husband. He had even told her, his face betraying no emotion, as if he were telling her about the weather outside.

She couldn’t imagine this man loving her, or her loving him. She hadn’t believed it, pushed away from him and run back to her room. Since that day, she had noticed that he would look at her, his eyes flat at he watched, never approaching her since that day she rejected what he had told her.

Before that, he had been around constantly. Taking her places and talking to her. The others around her had murmured about how hard Captain Levi was trying to jog her memory.

Now after a week of silence, she had been called to his office. He hadn’t even come for her himself, sending one of his squad to knock on her door. Eren had been nervous, not looking her in the eye as he relaid the message.

She stared at the wooden door, wondering what he needed to talk to her about. She knocked on the polished wood, listening to the sound of a chair scrapping back and his sure footsteps treading close as he came to answer the door.

The door opened to reveal the raven haired man. HIs posture stiff and his expression blank as he moved back to let her into the room. She was struck by how clean his office was, the smell of lemon and cleaners pleasant in the air.

She let him lead her to the couch, the fire already started to ward off the chill that settled over the castle at night. She saw the tea tray sitting on the coffee table, the steam rising up cozily from the pot.

Y/N looked nervously into those startling grey eyes. She had seen emotions swimming in them, but she had never been able to figure out what they were. But right now, she thought he looked sad, she wondered why he would feel that way.

“Y/N.....I.....” Captain Levi stuttered a bit, like he was hesitant to bring up the issue. His eyes were piercing hers, like he was trying to tell her something without saying the words.

She buckled under the intense gaze, her eyes fluttering down to the floor as her hair fell in her face. The hair blocked her from Levi.

She felt him reach out, his fingers brushing against her cheek as he tucked her hair behind her ear and cupped her cheek in his warm hand.

She gasped, memories rushing back over her. The first time he had brushed her hair behind her ear, was sitting right here on this couch. Their first kiss and everything that followed crashed into her like a freight train.

She feels his hand jerk away, like he had done something wrong. Her head lifting with a small smile on her face. “Levi.” She breathed.

He froze, not understanding what was happening. He watched as her eyes peered into his, love shining behind them. Something he hadn’t seen in months, since the day of her accident.

“Y/N?” He asked, not wanting to get his hopes up. He didn’t think his heart could take it.

“Levi.....I...I remember!” She cried, her eyes lighting up as she lunged forward. Her lips pressed against his, making his wish come true. Y/N melted against him, her lips just as eager as his, after months apart.

He pulled back, needing to know. “How much do you remember?” He asked.

“Everything. You’re my husband, I love you desperately and I’m so sorry that I put you through the past few months.” She said, her hand coming up to rest over his chest, feeling his pounding heart.

She smiled at him again, his words about letting her go disappearing as she whispered to him. “I’ll always come back to you.”

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[deathbyseventeen]

Since the Day I Met You (1)

Title: Since the Day I Met You (Part 1 of 2) || Part 2 

Series: Between the Dusty and the Sparks

Words: ≅18.002

Genre: Steampunk, Sci-Fi, Romance, Pining, Adventure, Fluff, Angst

Pairing: Woozi/Jihoon x (F)Reader

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Blurb: For better or worse, he’s been your friend since the day you met. You’ve been through a lot together already, you, Jihoon, and your ragtag rebel family. But someone messed up, someone made the elitist Sparks government focus on you all– a group of nobody rebels in the cast-off City of Dust that have never even seen the luxury of the walled-off City of Sparks. With a heavy, love-stricken heart, choices have to be made; and, as the leaders of this family, for better or worse

they will be made.

A/N: This AU can be read as a standalone but it *is* a continuation of Steampunk Hoshi - that can be found here: MISSED CONNECTIONS (Y/N ver.) or MISSED CONNECTIONS (Third Person, AO3 Ver). 

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As the sun rose higher into the sky and the heated the land of the Dust, two of its resident engineers tinkered on their projects silently. 

They worked inside a long building, separated from their main house by a make-shift greenhouse, that only held two rooms. Inside these medium-sized rooms were workshops, personalized by each of its owners; and yet, their workshops were nearly identical. 

A long table with gears, tools, and half-finished projects was set up against the back wall. Crates filled to the brim with nuts, bolts, gears, and scrap metal were pushed up and stacked on top of one another, against the left walls, waiting to be used. 

A single, thin, decaying wall at the center of the building divided them. The sound of their hammers being brought down on metal sheets and their fists pounding against their worktables in frustration, could be heard when one stopped to rest. 

At times, they stared at the door on the flimsy wall that connected the rooms and wondered if the day would come where they could stop pretending that they only held the feelings of friends for each other.

But, it hadn’t yet, so they sat on their stools and continued on with their projects. 

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It was the old, rusty hammer that you had found one day when you had snuck out of the house and roamed the Dunes of the Forgotten, that your hand was most accustomed to. It was the hammer that had gone missing from your tool box months ago. 

You weren’t sure how you knew the specific sound it made when it was being used, but you did, and at the moment, you could hear him using it— slamming it against his latest project, the sound reverberating through the cracked anvil that he owned. 

Clink. Clink. Clink.

You sighed as you wiped the sweat off your face and then wiped your hands on your pants. They were dirty anyway, covered in grease and dust. Who would notice the difference? 

You looked out the window that faced the path back home, wondering how long you had been in your workshop when the bell attached to your favorite window started to ring. 

It couldn’t be ignored. They knew.

Even when you were completely immersed in your ministrations, you always found yourself glancing out of your favorite “casement window” (as Joshua had explained to you when he had fixed it) with a half-circle top. It was tall and wide and it let you see out to where the fences had been added to surround the house. 

“Y/N! Jihoon!” A faint, faraway voice drifted into your workshop, tearing you away from your favorite window. 

You turned around to face the front door and found it closed. A moment later, you remembered you had closed it to keep the warmth of the fire you had started in your furnace in your room. Sighing, you stood up to take a peek out of the small, square-shaped window that faced the back of your house. 

Joshua. 

Even with the bonnet-styled roof dropping a shadow over the window, you could still make out that it was him running in your direction because of the way the small lather pack wrapped around his left thigh bounced against his leg. 

Grinning to yourself, you ran up to the dividing wall, lifted a hand to pound it, and paused. Usually, you’d let Jihoon known that someone was coming and that he should come by pounding on the door. 

But… it had been hours since you had last seen Jihoon. 

Trying not to run, you jogged out of your workshop and straight into Jihoon’s. A wave of heat hit you instantly as you crossed the threshold. 

“Wow,” you said, “it’s really hot in here. Maybe you should turn off your furnace for a while.” 

It was almost comical the way Jihoon dropped the hammer he had in his hand and turned to look at you like he had just been caught doing something indecent. 

You tried not to giggle, choosing to look around to calm down first. That’s when you noticed that he didn’t have a fire in his furnace— the heat in the room was coming from the sun entering the room from the left wall’s window. 

“Oh, it’s hot because the sun’s hitting your shop directly… Ji, you should come over and use my workshop instead of staying here like this.” 

“W-what are you doing here?” He stuttered, his face flush.

“Jihoon,” you sighed, “don’t change the subject. Look at your face.” 

“M-my face?” He asked, eyes wide. 

“Yeah—” you answered as stepped closer to him, your hands reaching up to gingerly cups his cheeks, “you’re too hot. You’re burning up. You could be minutes away from having a heat stroke.” 

You were simply worried about his wellbeing. Your words were far from registering in your thoughts and they wouldn’t until nightfall when you would revisit the day’s events. 

If it wasn’t for the suffocating heat that had plastered red on Jihoon’s cheeks, you might have been able to notice a fresh, non-sun induced wave of heat running up his face and to the tips of ears. 

“I’m fine,” Jihoon told you, swallowing. 

“Next time go to my workshop. I won’t mind. Alright?” 

“Alright,” Jihoon nodded. 

You frowned and it took Jihoon all he had in him not to kiss your frown away. Instead, he lifted his hands to lay them on yours, and while he tried not to intertwine them, he pulled your hands off his cheeks. 

“Why are you here?” 

You paused. It sounded like he didn’t want you here. 

Smiling, you cleared your throat and backtracked to the door, “I wasn’t sure if you heard the bell—” Jihoon looked at the bell tied above his window, “Joshua’s  coming up the trail right now. My shop, yeah?”

Perhaps it had been a bad idea to come to his workshop instead of knocking on the diving door to let him know they shared a visitor like always.

He hummed in response— a yes, you knew and nodded before backing out of his shop and speed walking back into yours. A quick look outside showed you Joshua was nearly there. So, you rushed to your worktable and placed an empty box over the project you had just been working on. 

Not a second later, you watched as Joshua neared your door, glanced at Jihoon’s workshop, nodded at him, and then jogged into your shop.

“Y/N!” He cheered as he enveloped you in a hug, pushing you backward.

“Joshua!” You laughed. “You’re back! How was the trip? You aren’t hurt, are you?”

“Trip?” He said as he shot you a look and then motioned for you to sit down. “Y/N, you know very well that I wasn’t on a trip. I was doing recon—”

“What’s wrong about letting Y/N call it a ‘trip?’ We know what it was,” Jihoon grumbled as he entered through the front door. 

He glanced at you for a fleeting moment before focusing on Joshua. Seconds passed as they both took opposite walls to lean against. Joshua on the dividing and Jihoon on the opposite. They smiled at each other as if the dry, afternoon wind had just brought in the smell of rot and decay from the dunes of the Forgotten, miles away.

“Alright,” you swallowed nervously. The two never seemed to get along and figuring out why didn’t seem to be in your cards. “The bells were ringing. Is something going on?” 

“Cheol wants to call a meeting.” 

You nodded, “Okay, I’ll meet you guys at home. I just need to put away my things.” 

“I’ll wait for you,” Joshua said. 

“No, no,” you responded quickly, “I’ll only be a minute. You guys go on…ahead.” 

“O-kay?” Joshua said hesitantly. 

You watched as Jihoon hurried out the door, not once turning back to spare you a second glance. 

“Go on,” you smiled reassuringly at Joshua when he stopped at the door. Then you waited. 

It didn’t take very long for either of them to be far enough where they couldn’t see into your workshop. In an instant, you were up from your seat and at the door closing it, gently, so they wouldn’t turn around and come back.

Running back to your worktable, you removed the box you had placed over your project and smiled. Quickly, as to not risk having it seen, you grabbed the half-done brown, leather belt’s pieces and one by one, placed them in the box— the belt, the holster, the three small packs you were planning to add to it, all of it. Then, you closed the box and sealed it with a long piece of used tape.

It only needed to look sealed, after all. You would be back to work on it as soon as you could. You just didn’t want anyone to see it. 

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“Where’s Y/N?” You heard Seungcheol say as you entered the back hallway of the house and headed straight to the door the opened up to the inner courtyard. 

“She said she’d be a minute,” Joshua sighed. 

“Why didn’t you stay with her? You know she’s going to start working again.” 

“Y/N doesn’t need a babysitter,” Jihoon snapped and you stopped. Never had you been more grateful for your tendency to wear your dying, brown combat boots. Their worn-out blocked heel, so close to the ground, kept you from making any noise when you walked; and now, they let you see how Jihoon interacted with Seungcheol and the others when you weren’t around. 

Your mind jumped back to a day three years ago when they had all refused to tell you what was going on after you returned. You could feel the heaviness in the room that day but you never managed to get the truth out of them. 

“She’s perfectly capable of following through on her word on her own,” he grumbled, “Why can’t you just start the meeting already.”

“I asked for a meeting,” Seungcheol grumbled in return. 

Your eyebrows furrowed, Seungcheol really had no reason to hold back because you weren’t there. 

“I can’t start a meeting. You two are the leaders of this group. None of us can do anything without your approval.” 

“Our approval?” Jihoon scoffed, “Neither of us asked to be leaders of this shitty group.” 

You frowned. Deciding it was time to stop eavesdropping, you crossed through the door and sped walked to the center of the courtyard. 

While more of the people you had… found, were sitting legs crossed within the overgrown grass inside the stone fountain, others, including the newest addition to your once sanctuary, were standing backs straight and tense, as the watched Seungcheol and Jihoon. Those two, on the other hand, were standing inches from each other. If you didn’t know better, you’d say they looked like they had their chests puffed out to intimidate the other and there were only seconds left before someone threw a punch. But you did, and you knew that within their narrowed eyes, a fight was already raging on. 

Jihoon shifted.

“Enough,” You barked with faux confidence, “I don’t understand what’s going on here, but it’s enough.”

Standing behind Soonyoung, one of the first you and Jihoon had found, a twenty-two-year-old woman that he had brought from Sparks, squeaked and clutched his torso. You scoffed. She had already been around all of you for half a year. 

“Afraid, are you,” you sneered, giving her outfit choice a once over. She was wearing a loose, leather brown dress, a copper-colored, long-sleeved, button-up shirt, and brown, ankle-high boots. Everything, including her socks and the piece of cloth holding her hair in a ponytail, screamed Dusty. But, she wasn’t.

You hated it. 

She wasn’t a Dusty. Even with the clothes, she didn’t look like she belonged here. 

She didn’t. 

You knew the disgust was obvious on your face. 

“Y/N,” Soonyoung said. A warning was evident in his voice and in the narrowing of his eyes. 

“What?” Jihoon snapped, turning to him. “Do you have something to say. Soonyoung? Because I don’t think you have the right to complain.” 

“Enough,” You barked again. You rolled your eyes as Luz— the Sparkian, jumped. “I don’t care what you think, Star-man.” 

Then, you turned to Seungcheol who watched on with crossed arms. 

“You called a meeting, didn’t you?” A discussion about leadership would have to take place later. You already had one headache starting to build. 

“Right,” Seungcheol nodded. Though he still had a frown on his face, he motioned for you to take a seat next to the others— Chan, Seokmin, and Mingyu, in the fountain. Jihoon followed suit if only to lean against the top half of it, next to you on your right.

“I don’t know if you remember, but Joshua left us a month ago to go on a recon mission. Only I, Y/N, and Jihoon, really knew why and since Joshua came back today, I think it’s better if we all know what he discovered,” he paused and glanced at you and Jihoon, “Agreed?” 

 “Agreed,” Y/N agreed, turning to nod at everyone else. 

“Joshua?” Seungcheol asked, “Would you mind telling us what you found?” 

On your other side, Joshua shifted and cleared his throat. “O-Of course,” he answered. 

Dread ran down your body in an involuntary shudder. Something felt wrong. 

Joshua stood up and joined Seungcheol at the front. He smiled awkwardly before clearing his throat again. 

“Well, I went away to go check on the other access points we have into Sparks. They’re all fine and nothing has been moved from the way we set it up and there were no footprints in the sand. After I was done with that I was supposed to find a way into the government’s database to see if they had any information on any of us.” 

“Get to the point,” Jihoon said curtly, cutting in. 

“Mmm, well… I had to sneak into the Sparking Tower… it’s the government’s headquarters. I-It was the only way to…” he trailed off nervously. 

“What… did you find?” You asked slowly, pushing yourself off the ground to stand tall next to Jihoon. 

“They don’t know much about us, who we are or what we’re doing… but they do suspect that we’re a band of rebels trying to usurp the government.” He stopped and looked down at his feet. 

“Isn’t that what we are?” Chan, the youngest in their group, asked. He was confused. Having the title of rebels had long been wordlessly accepted between everyone. Now that Joshua was openly stating it and hesitating at that, something felt off. 

“Yes,” Jihoon answered him quietly as if it were some taboo secret that he couldn’t bring himself to talk about any louder.

“Sort of,” you added quietly, “A bit. But not exactly, Chan. We’re not trying to overthrow the government… but we are… against them?” What you were was hard for you to explain when you couldn’t figure out how to form sentences that made sense. 

You looked at Joshua. He refused to meet anyone’s eyes. That’s when you knew there was something else going on that he didn’t want to say— something he didn’t know how to say.

“What else?” You asked calmly though your hands were starting to ball up into clammy fists. 

“They know about Soonyoung and Luz.” 

“So?” You asked. Anger was beginning to bubble. Even without the light of the sun reflecting off discarded glass and metals, everything around you was starting to be overtaken by a red tint. 

“They… might be trying to figure out how they communicated between borders. And since they suspect that they’re in a relationship, and Luz was…” he trailed off, shooting Luz and apologetic look before continuing, “a common citizen in Sparks, they’re on high alert.” 

“Meaning?” You asked through gritted teeth, trying very hard to not scream. 

“Meaning they probably assigned some elite to come after us. Is that it, Joshua?” 

You looked at Jihoon, horrified at the words coming out of his mouth. He, more than anyone else here, knew what those words triggered inside you. 

He avoided you eyes. He stared unblinkingly at Joshua instead, a red flush racing to the top of his ears. 

“They assigned a special operations agent to investigate us, find us, and eventually… eliminate us.” he finished, swallowing the rock that was forming in his throat. 

You paused, trying to swallow the anger you felt.

You failed. 

“Because of a nobody?” You asked. Every word you spoke rose in volume as the anger flowed freely. “Because… of a nobody,” you hissed, “she isn’t even one of us.” 

“Y/N!” Soonyoung boomed.

“What?!” You yelled in return, turning to your left to glare at him.

He glared at you in return, and behind him, Luz avoided your gaze. 

“You have no right—”

“No right?” You scoffed. 

“Our lives are in danger because you decided to bring some nobody into our home.” 

“That’s not fair.” 

“Not fair?” You hissed, “You’re a lovesick idiot. Have you even finished the repairs on the zeppelin or have you been too busy fucking that Sparkian on the runway? Who, by the way, probably didn’t even believe that the Dusty deserved the same rights as her. Ask her!” You yelled, “Ask her what she thought of the Dusty! You brought in a stranger, Soonyoung! Did she even know your real name?!” 

“I did what I had to do!” 

“What you had to do?” You laughed. 

“She’s responsible for her own actions just as much as you are,” you hissed, “she knew what she was doing when she used that damn Monet! And let’s not forget that if she hadn’t used it in broad daylight like some idiot, we wouldn’t be in this mess in the first place!” 

Luz jumped and ran inside. 

“Pathetic,” you seethed. 

“Y/N!” Soonyoung growled, fury written all over his face. 

“Fuck off,” Jihoon grumbled, stepping in front of you protectively, “You know Y/N’s right. Our lives are on the line and it’s your fault. We worked in secrecy and you two screwed it up.” 

“Screw you,” Soonyoung hissed. 

“No need,” you snapped as you started to back away in the direction of the workshops, “You already did that when you chose to bring some privileged Spark here and had her pretend she’s one of us.” 

Soonyoung didn’t answer. He glared at you before turning around and chasing after Luz. 

Sitting in the fountain, Chan, Seokmin and Mingyu, looked on wide-eyed.

They didn’t know what to do. They had just been hit with an avalanche of information. 

Chan nudged Seokmin and Mingyu. He pointed a thumb toward the inside of their home and as they disappeared inside, Seungcheol groaned and followed. 

Joshua was the last one to remain outside, looking your retreating back. 

“Everything’s going to be okay, Y/N,” Joshua yelled, trying to console you. But, you ignored him. 

“Infamous last words,” Jihoon grumbled at him as he walked beside you, and, you couldn’t agree more. 

A distance away from the courtyard, in the empty backyard, Jihoon walked as he had been doing with you lately, silently. 

With everything that had gone down, you were thankful that at the least, the person you considered your closest friend was still walking beside you. 

You didn’t try talking to him, too afraid that he would leave you to walk alone with your thoughts, to wallow without end. 

A gentle touch brought you out of your own torment. Out of the corner of your left eye, you saw Jihoon’s hand hovering over your elbow. It took him a second to realize that you were looking at him and retreat back into himself. 

Disappointed, you cleared your throat and shoved your hands into the pockets of your pants. The heat of the sun had warmed your clothes and shoving your hands into the pockets of your pants gave you a fleeting feeling of warmth spreading all over your body. 

But not a minute later, you found your left hand being pulled out of your pocket and into another. 

Jihoon coughed, avoiding your eyes as you whipped your head around to look at him. 

All thoughts left you and without realizing, your gaze trailed down his arm until it reached his hand. Hidden as it may have been inside his own pocket, you were able to see his hand enveloping yours. 

It was calloused but pleasing. It sent warmth up your arms, up your cheeks, and down your body. 

You wondered if your cheeks were red because you swore you couldn’t feel anything but his hand at that moment.

“Everything’s going to be fine,” he whispered when you turned back around, squeezing your hand. And at that moment, the weird way he had been acting disappeared, replaced by the comfort he made you feel and the trust he reminded you that you had in him. 

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10 Years Ago (Age: 13) 

It was the first night in three months that it wasn’t raining. Hours ago, the rain had stopped but you were still stuck inside your home, waiting for the sloshy ground to dry. 

You had been warned plenty of times by your parents that if you tried to go out while the land was settling its dues with the rainwater, you’d be putting your life in danger. ‘Death,’ it seemed like they had wanted to say, but instead decided on saying that the earth would swallow you up. 

You wanted to laugh. It had been raining without end for three months. What could be worse than having to use small, steam-powered boats to travel? 

…

Alright. You had to admit that technically going out at night in the Dusty was probably more dangerous itself. 

Raiders walked day and night, their… shadier business happening under the cover of night. Or at least that’s what your parents had told you when noises outside your window woke you up in the middle of the night and they rushed into your room to tell you to lock your door and hide under the bed until they told you to open the door. 

Houses were raided. 

People went missing. 

This was constant. 

But you ignored this. If you didn’t, you feared that you’d be too afraid to go outside again.

Ignoring the warning they had given you, you found yourself jumping out of your bed and racing to put on the warmest clothes you could find. Though it’d been raining day and night, the way temperature worked was yet to change. Days were hot and nights were cold as ice.

A worn pair of old, dark brown leather pants your dad had gifted you not long ago for your twelfth birthday, an old, yellowing, long-sleeved shirt, a black, cotton jacket, and black, knee-high boots.

You shoved some coins into your pockets and plucked the heart-shaped stone that your parents had gifted you. It went into your pockets like the coins. 

Then, after poking your head out of your room to check that your parents were asleep, you sped walked through the open hallways, staring up at the night sky and shivering as the cold air hit you. The stairs caused you no trouble, they were easy to jog down; and, before you knew it, you were slipping past the smaller, metal front door that you had just helped your father oil that same day, locking it with your key, and racing towards the train tracks a mile away.

You glanced down at your wrist as you ran, trying to catch a glimpse of your watch to see the time. Half an hour till midnight. You’d be getting to the main city of Dust around midnight if you managed to catch the train. 

Luck was on your side that night as you got to the tracks with a minute to spare. 

As the freight train raced passed you, your eyes locked onto one car in the distance. Its door had been left open and you knew that was the car you had to make it into.

Jumping trains was a dance with death. Without your parents to spot you, you had to rely on your own skill. 

You took a deep breath as it was ten seconds away from you. ‘I’m a Dusty,’ you reminded yourself. 

Five seconds.

Your parents had been teaching you to do this since you could walk. It’s the only way to get around without horses. But back then, they’d always held your hand as they ran. They’d basically pulled you the entire time. Now you were doing it on your own. 

Three seconds. 

You took another deep breath and stomped your feet, losing the clumps of mud that had stuck to them like glue. 

Then you ran. 

Just as the car started to reach you, you jumped, lunged, and tumbled into the car, narrowly avoiding one of the moving side rods on the train’s wheels.

You laughed as you laid inside, the air whipping past you.

The rain was gone.

It had been so long since you had been out. 

And the ground had yet to eat you up. 

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You weren’t sure what you had been expecting when you reached the main city of Dust. Maybe you hadn’t been expecting anything in the first place. But when you got there and found the streets were under a foot of water, you found yourself startled. 

Water was dangerous for a Dusty. Hardly anyone ever learned how to swim— large bodies of water were…rare. Your parents had told you about “pools” existing in the old world, a structure that had been built for people to swim in. They told you how some homes, bigger homes, had pools meant for that specific home. 

Things like that would be considered wasteful now. 

You paused. Would the planetarium you wanted to go to still be open?

The streets weren’t as full as they usually were, but they weren’t empty either. 

They felt like the back alleys and abandoned sections of the city, where people always went missing or wound up dead. 

‘Well,’ you thought to yourself, ‘I’ve already come this far,’ and with that, you set off to the north end of the city. 

You hadn’t been walking for five minutes when you realized that you had followed a very bad idea. Not only was the water level rising, but the streets were getting emptier by the second. 

Soulless. 

It seemed everyone else had realized much sooner that the north end of the city would be significantly underwater. The city’s land dropped after all before it came up again like a hill. 

It wasn’t much of a drop, not much a hill, but it was enough for the water to reach your waist. You waded through it, pushing through with as much force as you could as the frigid waters made it harder to move.

There was no way the planetarium, or any places for that matter, would be open.

You shook your head, disappointed. 

The only thing you could do now was to go back in the direction you had come from. You were just about to take a step in the other direction when a body rammed into you, knocking you into the water.

Caught off guard, you sunk to the bottom while choking on the water that rushed into your lungs before a hand grabbed yours and pulled you up.

“We have to run!”

They pulled you up as you struggled to breathe, heaving water at every second. At that moment, it didn’t seem to matter to you that some stranger was pulling you along. 

Until it did. 

“What the heck?!” You yelped, pulling your hand out of their grip. “Stranger!” You yelled as you turned to run the other way. “Stranger danger!”

“Stop, would you!” They snapped. 

You stopped, ignoring the voice in your head telling you to run. 

The voice you were hearing was too ‘childish,’ you thought to yourself. They were annoyed, yes, but their voice was too soft to belong to an adult like your dad or your mom.

You turned around slowly then, afraid that your judgment had been wrong.

But it hadn’t. 

In front of you, a boy no older than you by the looks of it, stared at you wide-eyed and panting. His round cheeks were as red as you imagined yours were. 

It was instinct to ask, “What’s wrong?” 

“They’re after me! And they’ll grab you too.”

“What?” You asked, confused.

For a moment, the boy looked ashamed. Then the look

disappeared and instead, he looked impatient, “I stole something from them and they caught me as I was leaving.” 

“Then give it back,” you said.

He scoffed, “It’s too late for that. They’re looking for blood now and whether they find you or me, they’ll kill.”

“Wha—”

“Where are you, you fucking twerp? I know you’re down here! The waters don’t lie!” An older, rougher voice bellowed around the corner from where the two of you had stopped. 

Your heart stopped.

That voice sounded far from friendly. 

“We have to go,” the boy whispered hurriedly. This time you didn’t try to wiggle your arm out of his hand. Instead, you ran as fast as you could through the waters until he eventually let go.

Then, when the waters reached your chest, you grabbed his hand yourself.

The cold was making it hard to move, but fear ate away at your insides and pushed you to keep moving. 

“W-where are we going?” You whispered. 

“W-we have to g-go to my hideout, or we’ll g-get s-sick, but w-we have to hide f-first,” the cold was starting to get to him too.

“Come out. Come out, wherever you are. I promise not to hurt you.” The pursuers gruff voice laughed around the corner. The water sloshed as they came closer.

A flash of heat ran down your body as you panicked. 

“In t-there,” the boy pointed at the building next to the two of you.

The windows had been left open and even in the darkness, you could tell that the room dipped inside. 

“We c-can’t go in there,” you stopped him as he took a step towards it, “the waters are deeper. I don’t know how to swim.”

The boy stared at you for a second, “I won’t let you drown. I-I promise.”

It took you a moment to answer him. In hushed whispers, you relented and let him pull you forward.

In less than a minute, he was pulling you into the darkness of the farthest corner, where even the light of the moon couldn’t reach.

Just barely, on the tip of your toes, could you push your face over the water.

“On the count of three,” he said as the sloshing got closer, “w-we go under.” 

“One,” you said, swallowing your fear.

“Two,” he followed as the man’s grumbling sounds neared the building.

‘Three,’ he mouthed, and then, together, you submerged yourselves underwater.

Holding your breath was torture. You remembered that the only times you’d ever tried to keep your breath was when your mother used to fill the tub with warm water. In those moments, you’d always have the option to rise and breathe when you needed it. You didn’t have that option now; and, with every second that ticked by, you felt your resolve breaking.

As if sensing your struggle, the boy squeezed your hand and although that didn’t solve the air problem, it did comfort you a bit.

You forced yourself to relax, emptying all the thoughts in your head and clutching his hand. Time moved faster then, and before you knew it, he was pulling you closer to him so he could lead you forward.

“I-Is he gone?” You whispered when you were above water. 

“I think so,” he answered, “I can’t hear him anymore.”

You nodded sluggishly. 

“Common,” he said, pulling you forward, “we need to go.” 

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You were drenched. From head to toe, all you could feel was the prickly iciness of your clothes sticking to your skin and the cold night air hitting it.

Your bones hurt. 

How long you’d been walking with the nameless boy beside you, you didn’t know. You weren’t even sure that your watch continued to work after going through the works with water.

You weren’t even sure in which direction he was taking you, all memory of the city was lost along with the feeling in your toes.

“How much farther?” You asked quietly.

“We’re here,” he answered just as quietly. He nodded at the old building just up ahead.

It looked old and worn out like most of the buildings in the Dust. But closer to it, you saw that it was missing windows and doors too. ‘Ravaged for parts,’ you thought to yourself.

“That doesn’t look so safe,” you tried to say, but your voice dwindled as you spoke.

“It’s fine,” the boy said, “it does its job.” 

You didn’t answer as you followed him. You were too tired to argue with him.

When he realized you weren’t going to answer, he spoke again, “It’s not that bad. It’s falling apart but it’s not dangerous. The rain didn’t get inside either, so it’s dry.”

“Okay,” you said. 

The inside of the building looked just as the outside did, old and worn out. But to the boy's credit, you admitted that it didn’t look as bad as you imagined it would be. The walls were just beginning to peel and the holes in them looked more like someone had taken a hammer to them. They weren’t decayed, or at least, they weren’t as decayed as the buildings you were used to.

“We’re going into the basement,” the boy muttered in front of you.

“Is there light?” 

“No, I usually use a torch. We can use it to start a fire though,” he said. You could almost hear his desire for sleep in his voice, “it’ll help dry us so we won’t get hypothermia.”

“I think we’re past that,” you said, “I can’t feel my toes. Besides, I need to get home before the suns up.”

“I’ll help you get home,” he sighed, “but let’s start a fire first.”

You would have liked your descent into the basement to be slow and careful. But despite your silent hopes, the boy walked quicker, already accustomed to the place and that left you to follow quicker than you liked lest you be left in the dark to figure it out yourself.

You were pleasantly surprised, though, when after reaching the final step, you found yourself in a concrete basement full of fruits and blankets; and, at the center of it all, wood stacked up in a pile and the boy was already lighting it on fire.

“Mothers of gears,” you shuddered as a wave of heat reached you.

“Take off what you want dried,” he mumbled, red smoothing over his cheeks. “I promise I won’t look. You can cover yourself with the blankets.” 

You did so quickly, taking off your boots, socks, pants, shirt, sweater— everything but your undergarments, piled it up, and shoved it towards the fire. After wrapping a thick blanket around yourself, you settled near the fire and called out to him.

“I’m done.” 

Without a word, he swiveled around and neared you to take the clothes you had taken off. You watched on silently as he set-up a pulley system above the fire and hanged your clothes and shoes.

An hour later, while you were both laying on opposite sides of the fire, curiosity spiked inside you though sleep was starting to nip at you.

“What did you even steal to get them that mad?” You asked.

The boy was silent for a while before answering, “Food.”

“Oh.” You didn’t know what to say. He had been caught stealing food. Why did he even have to steal food in the first place? He was too young to steal…

“Don’t judge me,” he grumbled, pulling his blanket tighter around himself.

“I’m not judging you,” you said, “I know that some of us have to steal to survive. My parents have done it before too.”

Silence. 

“Sorry.”

“No need,” he mumbled, “I’m used to it.” 

“You’re a stranger,” you spoke, staring into the flames in front of you, “but you look as old as I am. And to think that you had to steal food…it just doesn’t—”

There was silence between the two of you. Without meaning to, you eyes flicked over to the boy. 

“I’m Jihoon.”

“Y/N.” 

“Thank you… for trusting me, even though you don’t know me.” 

You shrugged under the blankets, meeting Jihoon’s eyes, “Something told me I could trust you.” 

Even under his own blankets, you could have sworn he shot you a smile. A blush crept up your neck and flooded into your cheeks. 

You curled into yourself, embarrassed by the fire on your cheeks.

“Do you… do you actually trust me?”

“Yes.” 

In another life, you might have been ashamed of how fast you answered him. 

“Then sleep,” he whispered, “I’ll wake you in an hour and help you get home.” 

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It had been three years since Jihoon had offered you a home in his own. Three years since that boy had offered you a room next to his; and, three years since your parents had… 

No. 

No. You wouldn’t think of that. 

It had been days since you had fought with Soonyoung because of the insufferable tick he’s got attached to his side. Neither had spoken a word to each other; and when Luz caught a glance of you, she would scurry like a rat back into her hole. 

Her inability to face you only made you dislike her even more. 

And to top it all off, Seungcheol had yet to treat himself as a leader, insisting that you and Jihoon were the true leaders of this band of rebels. If that were the case, you thought to yourself, you were running out of time to come up with a plan. 

A plan had to be made, sooner rather than later. You had choices to make and you couldn’t make them alone.

You’d been awake since four in the morning, huddled in the corner that your bed rested on. You could glance out of your window if you turned your head enough, and see the outline of your workshop.

You wondered if anyone else was awake. Were nightmares plaguing their dreams like they were yours? Unable to sleep for long?

The wall across from yours shuddered with a small pang.

You were still for a second. 

That wall also belonged to Jihoon. 

You stood up and made your way to the door, trying not to trip over the length of your pajama pants in your hurry.

Without giving yourself a moment to doubt your choice, you stepped to the door next to yours, opened it, and stepped inside.

You looked at Jihoon dumbly, your mouth moving like a fish’s as you tried to think of what to say.

“You’re awake?” 

Jihoon looked at you blankly, nodding once. 

“Me too.” Stupid. “I-I just, I heard you hit the wall and I was awake and I was just wondering if you were…alright?”

Silence. 

“Yeah.” 

Silence yet again. 

A gust of wind hit your partially exposed back, making you shiver. Putting on a sweater hadn’t crossed your mind. 

“You forgot to bring a sweater,” Jihoon said, glancing at your bare arms.

You nodded in confirmation. Without missing a beat, he patted the spot next to him on his bed.

Thankful that he wasn’t kicking you out yet, you threw the door closed and rushed to his side. You practically jumped into his bed and pulled the blanket over the two of you, sitting side by side.

Relaxed and content with the silence between the two of you, you started to doze off. Only when your head fell on his shoulder did you startle yourself back awake.

“Jihoon,” you whispered, softly as to not disturb him if he had already fallen asleep.

He hummed in response. 

“What are we going to do?” 

“About?” 

“The impending doom that Joshua was trying to tell us about.”

“Nothing’s going to happen,” he scoffed under his breath. But you were able to hear him anyway.

“But what if that man does find out about us? Where we live.”

“We’ll be alright.” 

“How?” You asked him, worry bleeding into the question.

“We’ll disappear before he can get to us. Find a new home.”

Silence overtook the two as you tried to unravel what he was proposing.

“We’d have to abandon your house?” You whispered sadly to him, pushing off his shoulder to look at him in the darkness of his room. But even in the darkness, you could still find his eyes staring attentively at you.

“This isn’t just my house,” he said, “this is your house too.”

“Jihoon,” you started, “this is your parent’s house.” 

“But it’s not my only home.”

Under the covers, Jihoon’s left hand made its way to yours, his fingers intertwining with yours. He held your hand gently as if he were afraid of crushing it.

“Don’t you trust me?”

“I do.” 

“So…” 

“If they find out about us… and they send someone after us…”

“Trust me, and we’ll escape. I won’t let anything happen to us,” he whispered to you. 

You knew you could trust him. As he peered into your eyes, trying to get you to understand that nothing bad would happen, you felt your love for him, your trust for him, grow.

“Okay,” you whispered back to him, squeezing his hand.

“Let’s go to sleep, yeah?” He asked you as he nodded at the pillow on his bed.

You nodded. “Sleep would be nice,” you mumbled, laying down next to the wall.

Jihoon laid down next to you, trapping you against the wall. He waited for you to complain, to show any signs of discomfort, but you didn’t.

He pulled the covers gently over both your bodies. 

You sighed in contempt as you nuzzled into one of his pillows.

Even if only for a few hours, you’d be sleeping comfortably for the rest of the night.

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The fire you were standing over, turned your face red.  

You gritted your teeth in a shaky snarl as you brought your hammer down on the red hot metal below you.

No matter how much you tried not to think, your anger was spilling out with each blow you brought upon the metal. The metal, it mocked you.

While you tried to make sure that it bent in the direction you were working for, it showed you your reflection. A red face. A snarl. Tears threatened to spill from your eyes. 

It made you angry. 

You felt like a fool. 

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“Should we wake them up?” 

“What are they even doing together?” 

“Do we have a choice?” 

“Let’s wake them.”

“But, I’ve never seen them sleep past sunrise…”

“I’ll go ask Cheol if we can postpone.” 

They all mumbled so they wouldn’t wake you. Still, you were awoken by their conversation. 

Squeezing your eyes shut as the sunlight started to bypass your eyelids, you hummed and nuzzled further into your pillow. 

Someone aww’d. Who it was, you didn’t know. Your brain was still loading. 

“They look so cute together!” 

That startled you. 

You were starting to register that someone was in your room. A couple of seconds later, you registered their words. 

A particularly long inhale introduced a musky and sweaty scent to you. It was a familiar smell, and it didn’t take you long to place it. 

You opened your eyes slowly, letting them adjust to the light in the room. It wasn’t long before you noticed you were staring at black cloth. 

You had a palm against it. Your fingers twitched, and it dawned you. You were pressed up against a chest. 

Whose chest? Who was you cuddled up to? 

Jihoon. 

You gulped. 

You almost didn’t want to check. But the warmth you were feeling...

Ever so carefully, so you wouldn’t alert the others in the room, you tilted your head upwards until you could see the person you were sleeping with. 

‘Jihoon,’ you gulped. 

Your eyes darted back down to the hand against the black fabric— ‘Jihoon’s chest,’ you corrected yourself. 

He was warm. 

Your fingers curled around the black fabric of his tee. You could feel his hard chest below your hand.

You wanted nothing more than to curl up against Jihoon again, take in his scent and bask in his warmth.

But you couldn’t. To anyone unfamiliar with Jihoon’s sleeping patterns, they might have missed the twitch of his fingers. You couldn’t. 

The arm he had draped over you tensed. Anyone might have been able to miss his movements. But again, you couldn’t. When you looked at his face again, you realized he was awake. 

He looked asleep, but his eyes told you otherwise. Still heavy with sleep, his eyes were only open a slither. The others couldn’t see. His head was angled downward as if curling towards you. 

He never blinked. 

You wondered if he even saw you. 

Then his eyes shot open, and blood rushed to the tip of his ears and dusted his cheeks. Now you knew he saw you. 

“Cheol said we should let them sle—”

It came like rain in the Dusty, unexpectedly and suddenly. You were on the ground before you could even get a word out, landing on your side and spraining your wrist. 

You groaned from your spot on the ground. 

It took everyone else a moment to process what had happened before they rushed to you.

“What happened?!” Chan.  

“Are you alright?” Seokmin. 

“Here.” Joshua. “Let me help you up.” 

“Ow. Ow. OW,” You yelped as he helped you stand. 

“What’s wrong?” He asked. 

“I think…” you paused to ride a wave of pain, “I hit my ribs.”

“I don’t think you could have broken them,” Joshua said as he glanced at your side, eyes narrowed in concern, “Perhaps just bruised yourself.” 

“Yeah,” you said. 

“What happened? How did you fall?” Seokmin asked as he fixed your hair. 

“Oh, I just…I think I just…,” you trailed off, glancing at Jihoon.

You studied him, taking in his appearance. His eyes were shut, and his breathing was level.

He looked like he was perfectly asleep. 

“I guess I just rolled over and fell out of bed,” you smiled, hoping it didn’t look as fake as you felt it did. 

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He had pushed you out of bed. 

You held back a growl as you brought down your hammer again. You should have been more than careful with your project, considering how small it was. The heart you were building fit in the center of your palm perfectly. 

Your fingers curled around it, hiding it as you clutched it in anger. Despite the heat it was enveloped in and the searing pain it was causing your palm, you kept it there.

You were starting to question the point in finishing this project, and yet, you couldn’t bring yourself to stop.  

The bells started to ring not long after. 

As if finally registering the pain you were causing yourself, you tossed your heart into the box on the table behind you. 

It took you a single look from your peripheral vision to see Joshua’s form starting to materialize in the distance. 

You didn’t wait.

After quickly pouring water into the fire and extinguishing it, you hurried out your door and locked it. 

Joshua was perhaps only halfway to the workshops before you sped walked to his side. 

“Aren’t you going to wait for Jihoon?” He asked, glancing between you and the workshops. 

“If you want, you can go and get him. I’ll go ahead to the meeting. Fountain, right?” 

“Yeah,” he answered. 

There was a pause as you stared ahead, refusing to look back.

“Better hurry. I plan to make the meeting start as soon as I get there. Don’t feel like wasting any time today.”

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It had been a couple of days since you had last seen him, and although he wasn’t looking at you, you could still feel the ghosts of his eyes following your movements. 

He glared at the floor, arms crossed, and with his lover protectively at his side. 

You wanted to scoff. 

You wouldn’t hurt her. Not unless she gave you a reason to. 

But you liked it this way. Seeing the Sparkian curling into herself pathetically, avoiding being in your line of sight like you had the power to crush her from so far away.

The rest seemed to ignore it all, casually sitting in the grassy ruins of the fountain. 

“Another meeting? It hasn’t even been a week yet.” 

“Yeah,” Seungcheol nodded at you. He waited until you had hoisted yourself up into the second bowl of the fountain to continue. “Some…,” he hesitated, “information was brought to my attention.” 

“By who?” You asked stiffly. Your swaying legs came to a stop as you crossed them and leaned back on your arms.

You hadn’t realized it until now, but it was frustrating that an ex-Sparkian held information you were supposed to know being as even he had said you were one of the leaders. Even if Seungcheol had joined your group of outlaws years ago…

“Outside sources.” 

You raised an eyebrow questioningly. Not that deep down, you knew you could trust him. But, it still frustrated you that he had all the information you were supposed to know. 

“What’s going on?”

Jihoon. 

It took an amount of restraint you didn’t know you had to keep your eyes on Seungcheol instead of looking at Jihoon, who walked in with Joshua at his heels. 

No one responded his question. They didn’t know if they should. 

The way you and Seungcheol had yet to take your eyes off each other grew unrest within them. Though in reality, you could see it in Seungcheol’s eyes that he was wondering why you weren’t answering Jihoon’s question. 

Eventually, Jihoon reached the fountain and stood off to its side. You could feel his gaze on you, and it made you wonder if he had been asking you that question. 

But it didn’t matter, you weren’t going to answer. 

Seungcheol seemed to understand that you weren’t going to answer him then when you wouldn’t turn or acknowledge Jihoon in any way. 

“We received some new information.” 

“And that would be?” You asked impatiently. 

“Sparks assigned an elite to trace us. They picked a top operative that goes by the name ‘Eight.’” 

Silence. 

Seungcheol’s gaze met your’s again and stopped. If the rest didn’t understand what he meant by that information, you did. 

“So, they’ll come after us. And even if we’re in the uncharted Dusty, isolated from the main city of Dust… it won’t take that elite long to figure out where we are.” 

“What?” You heard Seokmin gasp at your words. 

“How long do you think we have?” 

“At the most? A week, maybe less.” 

“Then we have to leave as soon as possible— get as much distance between us and him as soon as we can.” 

“Will that really be enough to get that elite off our trail?” Chan asked, worry lacing his voice. 

“Nowhere will be far enough,” Joshua answered quietly.

Startled, your gaze flicked over to him, standing beside Seungcheol. He met your gaze without hesitation, conveying to you all his thoughts in a single second.

Then you hissed, hurt, as you sucked in a breath of air through your teeth. Your breathing sounded so loud to you, you doubted that the rest of your crew had failed to notice. 

“What do you mean?” Mingyu asked after a moment of hesitation. 

“He…” you started and paused, hoping to find the right words, “…means that we need to disappear.” 

“And that would mean?” Chan asked. 

“We need help making magic real,” Joshua spoke. 

On your right, you could feel Jihoon’s stare land on you again despite your silence. 

“Someone really needs to spit it out right now,” Chan grumbled out of growing fear. You could tell.  

“We have no government, no law… do we?” You asked rhetorically. “If we want to escape, then we need someone’s help.” 

“And who,” Jihoon asked tensely, holding back a growl, “would that be, exactly?”

He was asking you, you knew. But, you couldn’t help but bite your tongue and wait for someone else to answer, still avoiding looking at him. 

“The self-proclaimed King of the Dusty,” Joshua began. “As rich and elusive as he can be, anyone who needs… special help usually finds him.” 

“His existence is only of rumors,” Jihoon snapped. 

“He’s real,” Joshua started, eyes meeting yours. 

“And I know how to find him,” you finished, looking into his eyes. 

Jihoon scoffed beside you, “You’re going to go find a man that can’t be found? A man that’s known to be a traitor to all? I don’t think so.” 

You clenched your teeth together, angry at the words leaving him; and, for the first time all day, you spoke to him though you still didn’t look at him, “This isn’t your choice to make.” 

“There must be another way, Seungcheol,” Jihoon snapped, ignoring you. 

It made you even angrier.

You thought about meeting Jihoon for the first time— letting him save you.

You thought about Jihoon giving you a safe haven after your’s disappeared. 

You thought about the promises he had made you last night. 

You were always helpless. 

“I’ve made my choice,” you growled, whipping around to look at him before turning to Joshua and Seungcheol. “I’ll be the one to go.” 

But not anymore.

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3 Years Ago (Age: 20)

“Keep running!” You screamed over the pounding in your ears. 

In the heat of the sun, sweat dripped down your face in bucket fulls. No matter how many times you had run in the scorching sun, your eyes had yet to stop burning when drops of sweat touched them. 

You clenched your eyes shut as you tried to force the stinging to go away. Your feet stumbled over each other as the tips of your boots hit the hillsides, and you fumbled to right yourself as you tried to run up and down hills. 

Planks of rotten wood that littered the ground tripped you, causing you fell. Your knees hit the ground with a shallow thud, and pain shot up your legs. 

Through blurry, narrowed eyes, you studied the floor in front of you, making sure there weren’t any upturned nails and stuck your hands out to push yourself up. 

You whimpered as you took a step forward, and your leg gave out for a second. 

You were about to fall again when someone pulled you up and forward. 

“It’s okay. You’re okay. Just breathe,” Jihoon rushed out. Letting go of your arm, he reached for your hand without a second of doubt. 

“Agh!” You yelped. Sweat trailed into your eyes and stung you again.

“Breathe,” he gasped out. The exertion of running up and down hills was starting to get to him, and the run was far from over. How were you going to get to the rest of your crew before the group of raiders caught you?

As if sensing your thoughts, Jihoon gave your hand a squeeze. Reassurance. 

You were going to make it. All you had to do was trust in him. 

“I can’t see!” Another voice screamed behind you before the owner of said voice reached out to hold your other hand. 

You held back a snarl as he held onto you but didn’t shake him off. It was added weight, just another thing to hold you back as you ran. But, if you made it back to where your crew was waiting without him, you feared you’d pay even more for it.

“Just keep running,” you grumbled out. You helped pull him along with as much strength as you could muster. 

But, it took you two more minutes before you all reached the actual city of the Forgotten. 

Buildings in the process of falling down, stained in a rusting color, surrounded the three of you. 

Shade came and went while running through the streets.

Pieces of concrete protruded the ground in jagged and random lines. Most of them were visible, but you were sure there was some hiding in the small mounds of dirt and sand that had been piled all over the place. 

 “How much—”

Two words were all you were able to get out before you were pulled down, and a yelp escaped you. 

“What the hell, Joshua,” you snapped as you ripped your hand out of his. 

Leaving him on the ground, you shakily stood up, your hands pushing off the ground. Somehow, during the fall, your hand had managed to slip out of Jihoon’s. 

Once you were standing upright, you realized he was standing beside you, no longer in front of you where he should have been. 

“Gee, thanks for the help,” you grumbled as you dusted off your legs. 

“I think we have a problem,” he said.

“Like we didn’t already?” You huffed. You slapped your knees harshly, biting back a yelp. At the most, you had been expecting you bruised your knees during the fall. But, when you brought up your hands to slap the dust off of them, you realized there was blood on them. 

A single glance downward confirmed your suspicions. 

Your black leather pants had torn from the knees when you hit the crumbling concrete beneath you. Your knees had been scraped, and though you didn’t want to be dramatic, you were sure, that under the dripping blood, you could see your kneecaps.

“Oh…crap,” you winced. You turned around quickly to ask Jihoon for help. But, as you did, a bigger problem fell into your laps. 

“What the hell happened?” You asked. 

Laying in front of you, the man you had been forced to lug around in ‘good faith’ to ‘show him around’ was out cold on the floor. A tiny pool of blood was forming on the ground near his temple. 

“I-Is that blood?!” You yelped. 

“Yes,” Jihoon hissed, bending down to the boys level to study him, “I think he hit his head on the way down. He’s got a gash on his forehead.” 

“Crap,” you muttered, “I didn’t bring any first-aide with me today.” 

“It’s fine, we’ll just have to hurry. Quick,” he grunted as he pulled one of the man’s arms around his neck, “prop his other side on your shoulder. We’re gonna have to carry him out of here.” 

“Alright,” you said. A dull throbbing in your knees made you wince, but you moved nonetheless, doing what Jihoon had asked you as fast as you could. 

You had just made it to the corner of the street, twenty steps away, shuffling under the man’s weight when you felt it. 

“You need to go,” you told him through gritted teeth. You hadn’t moved much, but the pain in your knees was shooting through your legs in waves. You wouldn’t be able to get far, move fast. You’d collapse in almost no time. The three of you would be caught — taken as prisoners, maybe worse.

Soonyoung…Chan…Seokmin…Mingyu… none of them would be able to find you.

“You need to go,” you repeated, forcing Jihoon to a stop. 

“What?” He asked you confusedly.

You looked into his narrowed, brown eyes determined, “You need to go.” 

“No.” One word, but it had a steadfast furry behind it that you could only ever imagine coming from him. It was in his eyes too, the determination to get the three of you to safety and the anger of hearing you suggest leaving you behind. But, you were willing to bet that you had the same type of determination as him. 

“Yes,” you forced out, “I can’t move very quickly with these knees—”

“No.” 

“You’re carrying around extra weight too—”

“No.” 

“So, you need to leave us.”

“No,” Jihoon snapped. 

“Yes,” you insisted, “look, we’ll hide in this building. You go get the others, get some weapons—” you unholstered the rusted beam gun you had blindly brought along, “that aren’t broken.” 

“No, Y/N. I’m not leaving you here.”

“You have to, Ji.” It was a risk, you knew, but you had to take it, or you’d be risking worse. Still, it took all the courage and determination you had in you to avoid his gaze and start pulling him in the direction of the building closest to you before you could change your mind. 

“They’ll be here soon,” you told him. 

He followed you silently, trying not to trip over his feet while he glared at the floor. 

“I’m not leaving you.” 

You didn’t answer him. 

Once inside, you pulled him toward the first room you saw towards the back of the building. Then, you helped him lower the Sparkian onto the ground, leaning him against a wall. 

It was done.

You knew you had gotten him to agree, now you just needed him to get moving.

“Just…” you started, finally finding his eyes, “promise me you’ll come back.” You finished in a whisper as if what you were telling him was a secret no one else could hear.

Jihoon nodded grimly, training his eyes on the floor. 

“Stay safe.” 

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It had only been ten minutes since Jihoon left when a sharp pain spread from your lower abdomen to the rest of your stomach. Just like your knees, it felt like fire was blooming. 

The feeling was overwhelming. You had just managed to lower yourself next to the Sparkian’s limp body when you felt your legs numb out. 

Another wave of pain rolled through you then, and you had to bite back a wimpier to keep yourself from crying. You tried to clutch your stomach in sudden fear, only to feel like you had just set fire to yourself all over again.

You studied yourself; from head to toe, nothing seemed to be out of place.

Your knees were still bleeding, blood slowly sliding over your pants and onto the floor. 

Then you saw it.

A speck of blood where it shouldn’t be. 

With the most care you could have with shaky hands, you lifted your black shirt and winced when you saw the firsts bits of your blood-soaked skin. 

“No, please no,” you whispered, tears trailing down your cheeks. 

There was a long gash on the bottom right side of your stomach. Blood streamed out of it slowly. 

Not a minute later, as you were trying to untie your belt, your hands went numb. Then darkness started to curl around the edges of your vision. 

“Please, hurry,” you whispered. 

The sound of heavy footsteps growing closer interrupted your whispers to Jihoon.

You bit your lips, trying to stifle your whimpers. But it was no use. From the corner of your eyes, as you tried to focus on the small window across from you opening up to the sky, you saw a man come inside. He stopped beside you, studying you and the man beside you. 

‘This is it,’ you thought, a buzzing sensation starting to overtake your consciousness, ‘they found me, and if I don’t die right now, I’m going to wish I was dead.’ 

“This is quite a situation that you’ve gotten yourself into, isn’t it?” They asked. 

The man had blocked your view of the window. Though you didn’t want the last thing you saw before dying to be the face of a raider, you lifted your gaze to see the man before you. 

He looked like he was around your age. High cheekbones, dark, golden-brown hair, and shapely lips. 

He didn’t look like a raider, and, if memory served you correctly, you hadn’t seen him with the raiders either. 

But here he was, staring at you with an expressionless face, hands crossed over his chest.

A shudder ran down your spine. Spots started to appear in your vision. 

But before either of you could say anything else, you blacked out. 

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Your body felt like a throbbing, inflated balloon. It pounded, but it also buzzed.

You groaned as you opened your eyes. They had stuck together, and opening them felt uncomfortable. But when you did, a bright light about you, forced you to close them again. 

“What the hell?” You groaned again. 

There was a click around you, “Sorry about that, I don’t think anyone thought you’d wake up.” 

It was a smooth voice, nearly velvety, but it had a cold edge to it that put you on edge. 

Your eyes shot open. 

Memories rushed back. 

Above you, staring down at you was the same man that you had seen before you blacked out.

Your first instinct was to sit up, run away. The moment you tried to though, you discovered that you were tied down to a cot. Ropes were wrapped around your torso, legs, and arms, pinning you down and immobilizing you.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you. Some of these are tied directly above your injury…” He clicked his tongue, shaking his head disdainfully at you. 

“What the fu—”

“Language!” He snapped. “I thought Sparks were taught to keep clean.” 

“I’m not a Sparkian,” you grunted, glaring at the man as you tried to lift your arms. 

“Is that so?” He hissed. He moved quickly, grabbing your chin with a hand. For a second, you feared he was going to snap your neck. Then, he forced you to look to your left. 

The Sparkian. 

“I’m pretty sure that right there is a Spark.” 

You gulped. 

“I’m not a Spark.” 

His fingers dug into your skin. 

“I’m not a Spark,” he mocked. 

Your breath caught in your throat. Was this man going to torture you? 

“Let me go you fucking raider,” you spit on his face, “or kill us already.”

The rage on his face dissipated as he stood up straight. Like the moment he found you, the expressions on his face dulled until it looked like he was staring at a piece of scrap metal without any idea what to do with it. 

A door opened. 

“Jun, she’s not a Sparks citizen,” a woman’s voice pipped up.  

The man— Jun, raised a single eyebrow in your direction before stepping away. 

“No matter what she is, she’s a traitor to the Dusty’s,” he said.

He left your side, and you took the moment to study your surroundings before following his movements. 

He, or rather they, you thought, had brought you to an empty warehouse. The walls had been stripped of their inner skins, and only their bones could be seen. Even the roof was bare-skinned, only showing its inner metal works, the outer wall, and the lights that hung like bait on strings. 

You and the Sparkian had been placed at the center of the room. Two large, heavy doors were planted on the far right side of the room. Besides them, Jun and a young girl beside him stood in conversation. 

“She’s a Dusty, Jun.”  

“And the man?” 

“Sparkian. Chuu found him in the central database. Looks like he’s a promising engineer. Name: Joshua Hong, twenty-years-old just like her.” 

“Fucking raiders,” you yelled, “you’re casing out your victims now too?!”

Jun ignored you. But, the girl beside him turned to look at you. 

“We aren’t raiders. Why exactly do you think we’re raiders?” 

You bit your lip. The less they knew about you and what you did, the better. 

When you didn’t answer, the girl glanced at the handless gauntlet she wore on her right arm. She pressed some buttons, and a green light suddenly emitted from it. 

“Y/N Y/L/N. Age twenty. Orphan. Ex-Blacksmith apprentice. Parents killed five years ago. Lives with some Lee Jihoon, age—”

“Enough!” You growled, twisting in your ropes. Though you didn’t want to hear the names of any of your friends coming out of their mouths, hearing Jihoon’s name felt like a slap. 

Pain shot through your torso as the rope dug into your injury. Though you couldn’t see, you could feel the blood exiting your body. 

“Look at what you did,” Jun huffed, “Do you think we have medical supplies just lying around to waste on traitors?”

“Fuck you,” you spit. 

He rolled his eyes, “I heard traders were going to be in the Forgotten City. Instead, I get a traitor and a Spark. Maybe I can get some ransom out of him.” 

“Traders?! Those weren’t traders! They were raiders!” 

“I don’t think anyone would give a ransom for her though…” 

“Jun,” the girl chastised him. 

“Ahh,” he whined, “fine, go find Haseul so she can fix her.”

“On it,” the girl told him, spinning on the heels of her black combat boots. 

“Oh, and Kim Lip,” he stopped her, “make sure to bring Chuu with you.” 

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Jun had stayed in the room with you for a couple of minutes before he left wordlessly. The door had slammed behind him, and before you knew it, you had been left alone to dwell in your thoughts. 

How long had you been here? 

What had happened to Jihoon and the boys? Did the Sparkian’s friend kill them because both of them had gone missing? 

You were sure that the only sign of your existence in the city— in the building you had hidden in, would be a pool of blood. 

Did they think you were dead? 

Tears formed in your eyes as your thoughts returned to Jihoon and that girl’s— Kim Lip, words. 

Did he think you were dead? 

Was he okay?

Orphan. 

Orphans.

How much did they know about you? About him? Was he in danger now? 

Jihoon had been your only family for three years. You had been his for far longer. You couldn’t bear the thought of having put him in danger. Of Jihoon having the same end like you. 

A shiver ran down your spine. 

Had that really been the last time you would get to see him?

You let out a cry then, twisting and turning in your binds. You only stopped when the pain made it impossible to breathe. 

You looked at the Sparkian beside you. Still out cold, it seemed. 

He had the same binds tied around him and gauze wrapped around his forehead. 

“He isn’t dead if that’s what you’re wondering.”

You whipped your head around at the sudden voice and jumped when you saw her proximity. 

“I figured,” you grumbled before hissing. 

The woman had plunged a needle into your side, and while the pain in your side was numbing out, you could still feel the resonating pinch and the girl’s other hand pressing down on the injury. 

“Please let me go,” you begged her. 

“Oh, sure. Just one condition…” 

Jun.

Hidden in the shadows near the door, Jun, Kim Lip, and another, widely smiling girl leaned against the beams of the wall. How long had they been there? 

“Kill your little friend.” 

Silence. 

You couldn’t do that. You glared at him. 

“That’s what I thought,” he smiled stiffly. 

“Please let us go.”

Amidst their silent glares, the Sparkian awoke, and using his wheezy voice, pleaded for their release. 

“Mr. Hong, you finally join us.”

Tense, you turned your head slowly. Mr. Hong was flicking his gaze between the lot of them, eyes red and watery.

Though you doubted he knew what was happening, it seemed that he was picking up the details of your predicament faster then you had. 

“Please let us go.” 

“I’m afraid I can’t. You see, you’re a Sparks citizen and I…well I’m the King of the Dusty.” 

“The Dusty don’t have a king,” he coughed. 

Jun laughed, “According to… you… we don’t. But ask around, the Dusty have their king, and it’s me.”

“The King of the Dusty is a myth! A fairytale!” You growled, but he ignored you.

“Then let her go,” Mr. Hong struggled to get out, “she’s got nothing to do with me. I don’t even know her.”

“How nice,” Jun laughed as he walked closer to your cots, stopping next to the girl who had injected you, “you want to protect your friend.” 

“She’s not my friend,” Joshua said. 

“Right,” Jun nodded, though it was clear that he didn’t believe him. 

“There,” the woman said, “as long as you don’t touch move too much, the wound shouldn’t reopen.” 

“What did you do?” You grumbled. 

“She just saved your life… again,” Jun answered, scoffing, “And does she get a thank you? No. Traitors are all the same.” 

“Please,” Mr. Hong cried, “She just met me. I threatened her into showing me the Dusty.” 

“You,” Jun laughed, “threatened her? Frankly, I don’t believe that.” 

“It’s true,” Mr. Hong insisted, “I snuck into the Dusty. I found her and her friends. She hates Sparks just as much as I do.” 

“Doubt it,” Jun laughed before snarling, “I lost everything I ever cared for because of people like you.” 

“Jun.” Kim Lip snapped, stomping her way to the cots. The smiling girl followed behind her. “Enough.” 

“Sorry,” Jun smiled, nodding at Kim Lip, “I just—”

“I know. You don’t need to apologize,” she sighed, “but we can’t just punish anyone with any sort of ties to Sparks.” 

“Fine,” Jun said defeatedly. His shoulders slumped, and his eyes turned hazy as he stepped away from your cot. 

The smiling girl behind Kim Lip flicked her gaze between them, “Well now seems like the best time to interrupt. Jun?” 

He was silent, still lost in his own world. 

“Jun?” She called out to him again. 

“Hmm?” He hummed, turning around to look at her before realization dawned on him, “Oh, Chuu, right. Tell us what you found.” 

“Alright, well I managed to track their movements using old security systems that are still running without anyone knowing—” 

“After this, take Heejin and make sure to erase any proof of their existence. Make it so no one else can have access to that, only us.” 

“Already on it, boss. Now on the issue of them,” she nodded her head in your direction, “I was able to track them all the way to their first encounter. It seems she and her friends stumbled upon one Joshua Hong and Choi Seungcheol, both citizens of Sparks.” 

“Premeditated?” 

“Actually, no. Choi and Hong appeared to be lost and one of her crew, in good faith, took them to a resting place. From the footage recovered, it seemed Miss Y/L/N was planning on… eliminating both of them before a ‘Lee Chan’ interfered and stopped her.” 

“And yet now she’s one of them.” 

“Fuck you!” You spit, trying as hard as you could to kick your feet. 

Chuu ignored your outburst and brought up her arm where she could use her gauntlet. She pressed a button on it, just like Kim Lip had done before, and in an instant, a green light shot upwards from it. 

You couldn’t see what it was projecting by the speed that Chuu was tapping away at. It took her no less than three seconds before a video started to play.

“Watch this,” Chuu said, turning her arm so Jun could have the perfect view of it. In turn, you got to see what he did too, though you had to look on from behind. 

It was you. It was Jihoon. It was Chan and Seokmin and Mingyu. 

It was the Sparkians on their knees. 

“…. please….”

The images were near grainy and the audio crackly and hard to make out, but it was clear what was happening. Joshua Hong and Choi Seungcheol were on their knees, begging to you and your crew. 

What they begged could only be guessed.

Two Sparks on their knees for a group of Dusties— it was a sight to be held, but your eyes only managed to focus on it for a couple of seconds. 

Instead, your gaze moved to the other figures being projected until they stopped on Jihoon’s figure standing next to yours. 

You hadn’t noticed it then, the way Jihoon glanced at you every couple of seconds to check on you. It looked like he was constantly sneaking a glance at you to defer the decisions to you. He was waiting for you to call the shots. 

Then it happened. 

His arms were crossed over his chest as he glared at the Sparkians. But in a brief moment where you remembered all you could feel was anger, Jihoon moved his hand a fraction of an inch. 

It was almost indiscernible if they weren’t paying attention. 

But like a butterfly’s kiss, his hand brushed past your right arm’s bicep. His thumb made circular motions on your skin before pulling away as if it had never happened. 

You couldn’t remember that moment happening. But it had. The video that was playing on Chuu’s gauntlet proved that it had happened. 

You thought back to that day, that moment of anger, and realized that you could remember feeling your anger dissipate in a fleeting moment. 

And it was all because of Jihoon.

A painful pang ran through your heart at the thought of him. 

But, before you could dwell on the pain and think about him, Jun grinned as if he’d just won the Dusty’s yearly suppliers lottery. Though, you doubted that he would grin or enjoy that or anything that was sponsored by Sparks. 

“Well, what do we have here?” Jun asked, stalking over to Joshua, and grabbing his chin forcefully like he had grabbed yours. “A Spark that begged for what? Tell me.” 

“What the hell do you care what he begged for?” You spit, glaring at Jun’s side profile. 

Jun chuckled, and without letting go of Joshua’s chin or turning around to look at you, he spoke, “A real fire burns inside of you, doesn’t it. I doubt it wants to be extinguished.” 

When neither of them, Joshua or you, spoke, Jun roughly pushed Joshua’s chin away and moved to stand next to Chuu again. 

He nodded for her to stop the video, “To me, you’re nothing but a traitor to our kind. I don’t care for traitors. But some people—” he paused to glance at Kim Lip, “think you might be worth a little more.” 

“Wait!” Joshua yelled as Jun started to walk away, “Don’t ransom me to Sparks! They’ll kill me! Please!” 

“Ransom,” Jun chuckled as he came to a stop near the door, “Your death isn’t really my problem. Sparks would pay good money to get someone back before they spilled their city’s precious secrets.” 

“Please!” Joshua yelled again while you silently glared at Jun.

“Kim Lip,” he grumbled, “it’s lights out. It’s your call.”

She nodded, and Jun left. 

“Haseul,” she said, turning around to look at the girl who had been tending to your wounds before, “put them to sleep.” 

Haseul nodded and whipped around to face you.

“What?!” You yelped as your eyes fell on the needle in her hand; and, without a second to waste, plunged the needle into your arm.

It took seconds before you felt your eyelids start to drop, and in those weary seconds, the last thing you saw was another needle being plunged into Joshua Hong’s skin.  

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When you woke up, you thought you were having a lucid dream where all you could see was darkness— and it felt like your mind was torturing you. 

You could tell that you were moving your arms, stretching your limbs, hitting a hard substance but, it wasn’t until you saw a flickering shadow on the ground in front of you, and adrenaline spiked throughout your body, that you realized you were wide awake. 

Your eyes searched for the source until they finally landed on metal torches that had been fastened to the walls. Then your eyes adjusted, and you were able to make out your surroundings. 

You fumed as you realized where you had been brought. If the wall of bars in front of you were any indication, you had been placed in a cell in a basement far below the earth. 

A shuffling near you made you whip your head around, looking for the origins of the sound. 

Joshua Hong, the Sparkian you blamed for this mess, was propped up against the bars that made up the right side of your cell wall. 

He was still unconscious, but in a cell of his own and shivering constantly. He was far but not far enough for you to keep your emotions under control.

“Joshua,” you grumbled, your voice rough from sleep. When he didn’t wake, you tried again, “Joshua.” 

Nothing. 

“Mr. Joshua Hong,” you snapped. 

Like a bucket of water had been poured over him, he woke up gasping for air. His hands made their way to his face, where he rubbed his temple frantically only to hiss in pain. 

You watched on in silence, sucking on your bottom lip as you wondered if it had been such a good idea to wake him. 

Too late now.

Besides, why did he get to go on living blissfully asleep and unaware of the predicament they were in while you were forced to be awake and think.

“Morning, Sunshine,” you said mockingly. 

“Y/N?” 

“That’s still Y/L/N to you.” 

“M-miss Y/L/N,” Joshua stuttered, “where are we? What’s going on?” 

“Oh? Would you like a recap of our situation?” 

“I—”

“No! Allow me,” you quickly went on, “After knocking yourself out, we were captured by a group of raiders, who after tending to our injuries, have placed us in cells. Would you like to guess what they are most likely going to do us?” 

“Kill us?” Joshua responded quietly, feeling the fury you were withholding. 

“Oh, you wish they’d kill us,” you spit at him, “Did you really believe they’d trade you? That’s wishful thinking.” 

“I-I don’t understand.” 

You laughed hopelessly before answering him, “You’re a Sparkian. It’s obvious he loathes you and your kind. What’s better that to parade you around Dusty as his own little prisoner.” 

There was fear in his silence. You could feel it radiating off of him like the heat of a winter fire. 

“What will they do to you?” He asked in a small voice. 

“Me? How kind of you to ask—” you paused to glare at the floor underneath you and dig your nails into the dirt floor, “I’ll probably just be tortured down here. Kept alive until I’m nothing but a stupid shell. All because you and your damn friend had to see the Dusty for yourselves. Well, how was it?!” You yelled. “Did you enjoy your little tour of the Dusty? Were we all you were expecting?!” 

“Quite the lovers spat you two are having. What are you guys— forbidden lovers?” Someone squealed, “Tell me more!” 

You froze, your hammering heart lodging itself in your throat. You turned around to look for the owner of the voice— fear making you question if they had come back already. 

“Over here!” the voice said cheerfully, “To your left!”

You turned and before you sat a dark-haired girl in tattered clothes and bruises that were barely visible on her face and arms. You stared at her with a renewed, fearful realization that you would most likely look like that when the raiders came back. 

When you didn’t respond, the girl took it upon herself to keep talking. 

“Sooo…are you guys a couple? A Spark and a Dusty in love?” 

Her question sent a jolt of anger through you, “I would never fall in love with a Sparkian, let alone date one.”

The girl was silent for a moment as she stared at you, then she blinked, “But you are in love with someone then?” 

You flinched, “I never said that,” then grumbled, “How long have you even been there?”

The girl lifted an eyebrow, “Listening in on your conversation? Since the beginning, honey.” 

“That’s not— that’s not what I meant.” 

“Right,” the girl nodded, “Well, I’ve been locked down here for about two years. Tell me, is the land still as red as I remember it to be?” 

You flinched, “You’ve been down here two years?” 

“Yup,” the girl sighed, slouching against the bars now that her entertainment had vanished, though she still faced your direction, “two… years.” 

“H-how?” 

“How? Or why?” 

“I—”

“They aren’t raiders, you know,” the girl mumbled sadly. 

“What?” 

“I’m just saying. Whoever you met before coming down here… they aren’t raiders.” 

“If they aren’t raiders, then who the hell are they?” You grumbled, arms crossing over your chest.

The girl was silent again, and you had to concentrate to make out the expression on her face.

“Have you ever heard of the King of the Dusty?” She said, her voice as distant as her eyes.

“He’s a myth,” you whispered. 

“He’s a legend,” the girl said, “A Dusty with an abundance of resources and an army of his own. He helps our people and—”

“He isn’t real!” You whispered harshly. “And even if he was, he’s a traitor to everyone!”

“No,” the girl shook her head, “he helps the Dusty’s, but he doesn’t help anyone who stands with Sparks. You probably met him upstairs. He has a sharp face, brown hair, and his actual name is Jun.”

“H-how do you know this?” You asked quietly. 

The girl smiled sadly, “I was one of the people that Jun saved. I was part of his army. But one day, while I was scouting, I met this man. I never thought he could be anything but a Dusty— I mean, who’s ever heard of a Spark coming out willingly and dressing like us.”

“What happened?” 

“I got close to him. Eventually, he told me he was a Sparkian that had run away from Sparks— that he hated them. Before I knew it, I was in love with him, and I hated seeing him suffer, jumping from place to place without a permeant home.” 

The girl turned silent for a moment, and you felt like you knew what the girl had done get thrown in the dungeons. 

“I realize now that I didn’t think it through. I shouldn’t have told him about Jun… about his army… about what Jun stands for,” the girl squeezed her eyes shut like she was withstanding an onslaught of pain, “I shouldn’t have. I shouldn’t. I should have known. I should have known not to sell his secrets.” 

The girl continued to mutter to herself, curling into the farthest corner of her cell, turning her back on the pair.

Feeling unnerved at the girl’s sudden change in attitude, you turned away from her and stared at the torch across your cell. You could feel Joshua Hong’s eyes on you, waiting for you to say something, perhaps a way to get you two out. But all you could bring yourself to say nudged you deeper into a cesspool of hopelessness.

“I should have known better than to believe a Sparkian wanted to escape Sparks.”

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“Hey,” Kim Lip snapped as she banged a metal plate of slosh against your cell bars, “wake up. You eat now, or you don’t eat at all.” 

You sucked in a breath as you opened your eyes. You didn’t know when it had happened, but your body was quickly growing heavier and sluggish. 

You’d stopped trying to count the days when you realized that it would be impossible to keep track when there was no sun to see, and food was brought to you at times where it felt like an eternity had gone by. 

Even your memory was starting to crack under your sluggishness. All you could really remember was constantly coming in and out of sleep.

You knew that Joshua Hong stared at you more often than not. But you couldn’t bring yourself to care. If he wanted to escape, he could figure that out himself— you didn’t want anything to do with him. 

Kim Lip had placed a new tray of food on the ground at the entrance of each of their cells and collected the dirty ones where they had eaten last, before leaving them to the darkness again. 

You crawled over to the tray of food and ate a spoonful of slosh before closing your eyes with the spoon still in your mouth. Maybe if you tried to savor the food longer, you’d be able to distract yourself. 

“You know,” the girl said, slurping her slosh loudly, “pretending like you’re not eating slosh is just going to make it harder for you to accept that you’re stuck down here.” 

“Leave her alone,” Joshua grumbled, scooping his own slosh so carefully anyone watching would question if they even gave him slosh in the first place. 

“What did you guys do to get thrown down here, anyway?” She continued, ignoring Joshua. 

“Would you just s—”

“Nothing,” you said, cutting off Joshua, “We were running from raiders. We were injured, and King Jun found us— the Dusty and the Spark, dying of blood loss.” 

“Must have been quite a scene. How’d you two get together anyways?”

You scoffed.

Joshua answered. 

“We didn’t get together,” Joshua whispered, “She and her friends found me and my friend and saved us from dying of heatstroke.” 

“What?” The girl laughed, not believing what Joshua was saying. 

“It’s… true,” Joshua sighed, “After they saved us, we begged them to show us around for a day.” 

“No one in their right mind would ever do anything for a Spark—”

“We told them that if they didn’t, we’d take them to Sparks and accuse them of having kidnapped us.” 

“What?” The girl asked, her eyes narrowed, “How many of you were there?” 

“Just two,” Joshua said shamefully, lowering his gaze to the floor, “but we said that we had new tech that would immobilize them before they could even take out their laser guns.”

The girl looked at you, “And you fell for that?” 

You stayed silent. This was news to you too, but you didn’t want to think. You didn’t want to regret it when you couldn’t— not when the first thing you would always think about was the safety of your friends.

“Wow,” the girl laughed, “and you really didn’t have this tech?” 

“No,” Joshua whispered. 

“And you honestly left Sparks because you wanted to explore? You aren’t trying to spy?” The girl asked curiously, peering at Joshua Hong though the bars of their cells. 

“No,” he answered, “My friend and I… we felt suffocated in Sparks— we felt like we were always hiding. And no one knows our names, who we are here… so we thought it would be nice… to disappear for a few days.”

The girl scoffed, “And you didn’t think that your disappearance would be noticed?”

“No,” Joshua answered firmly. “I made sure that our presence would be registered in each of our homes. I made us take some days off.” 

“Some genius, are you? And yet you ended up ruining this poor girl’s life.”

Joshua flinched, “I-I know.”

“Catch that, did you?” 

You flinched and dropped your spoon to cover your ears when a sudden screeching overtook your cells. The sound reminded you of train wheels when someone tried to force them to stop. If it didn’t stop, your ears would start to bleed, no matter how much weight you placed against them. 

Then, when you felt like your brain was going to explode, it stopped, and a robotic voice joined them, “No signs of deceit detected.”

“Sorry!” Another voice followed. Chuu’s voice, you realized. “The sound system is still glitching out before connecting!”

You whipped your head around, trying to find the girl. 

“Classifying as non-threatening. Proceed to main office.”

“What?” You asked, eyes widening as you whipped your head around until finally noticing that the girl who had been celled with you was slowly standing up and dusting herself off. “W-what’s going on?”

The girl glanced at you momentarily before pushing through an imperceptible door at the front of the cell. She walked over to your cell without a word, and after taking out a pair of keys, unlocked your cell. Then, she moved onto Joshua’s and did the same.

You were shell shocked.

“If you two would follow me, please.” 

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In a large room with worn-out couches on one end and a single wooden desk on the other, sunlight streamed inside through broken windows. 

You and Joshua Hong stood at the center of the room, trying not to close your eyes and bask in the warmth of the sun you felt you had felt ages ago. 

Behind you, the girl who had been in the cells with you lounged on the couch like she didn’t have a care in the world. 

After minutes of standing at the center of the room, Jun came barging in, Kim Lip and Chuu behind him. He sped walked to his desk without sparing you two a glance, then paused. 

“Where’s my chair? Who took my chair?” 

“I think I saw Heejin with a chair that looked oddly similar,” the girl answered him. 

Jun swallowed back a sigh, “Thank you, Yves. You’ve done well today.” 

“No problem.” 

“What do you want with us?” You said, fear eating away at your patience. You couldn’t think of anything else besides that anyways. 

Jun trained his eyes on you, lifting a single eyebrow to stare you down before answering. 

“I wanted the truth. Luckily for you, he gave it to me sooner rather than later.”

“What?” 

“I’ve been reading your files,” Jun said, tapping on the desk to turn it on. Like the gauntlets that you had seen before, the tabletop started glowing green, and even from a distance, you could see the makings of what seemed to be a picture of you. 

“Y/N Y/L/N usually found with a Lee Jihoon and four others. The five of you are no threat to me. If anything, you stand for the same things I do.” 

A growl formed in your throat. 

“Oh, am I wrong?” Jun asked you. “Do you and your friends not hate Sparks? Is this information about you and your friends actively opposing the Sparks government wrong? I think this right here—” he pointed to something on the desk you couldn’t see, “about you and Lee Jihoon helping and caring for some Dusties that were close to death, speaks for itself, doesn’t it? I think you’ve even managed to steal and run out the few Spark officials that you’ve come across… running their plans to kidnap Dusties.” 

You were aghast.

There was nothing wrong with what you had done, not to you and not to him either, it seemed. Maybe it felt wrong to the Sparkian besides you, but he was Spark, and in the end, his opinion wouldn’t matter to you. 

No.

You were aghast because Jun knew about everything you and Jihoon, and ultimately Chan, Seokmin, Mingyu, and Soonyoung, did. Most of these were things nobody was ever supposed to know. You worked under the cover of night after all. 

But he knew it all. 

“Am I wrong?” Jun asked, gently this time. 

“No.” 

“Then, I’d like to offer you a deal if you don’t mind.” When you didn’t answer, he continued, “Join my army. Help me accomplish what I’ve set out to do.”

“And what exactly would that be?” 

He glanced at Joshua. 

“Him too,” he said, changing the subject, “he’s no threat to me or my people. But I don’t offer you the same deal. You’re a Spark, and I will never trust you or your kind. I will let you go, though with a fair warning that if you ever speak of me, my people, or anything you saw here, we will find you.” 

“Yes, sir,” Joshua gulped.

You swallowed, “How long have you kept us here?” 

“Just a few days. You spent two knocked out and just one in the cells.” 

“One?!” You yelped. 

“Yes,” Jun nodded, “We have ways of making sure you lose track of time.” He mimicked bringing a spoon up to his face, and you knew exactly what he meant. 

Though that fact was still processing in your mind, one that you had been keeping locked up in the back of your mind because it hurt to think about, started to surface. 

You had been gone for a total of three days. Your friends— Jihoon, probably thought you were dead. You couldn’t bear the thought. 

“If we are no longer your prisoners, I would like to go home too,” you sighed, “that’s all I want.”

Jun sighed, “If that’s what you want.” He knocked on the desk, and the glowing disappeared. 

Inside, you still feared Jun. You didn’t know if you believed that he was the fabled King of the Dusty or that he’d really let you go. But when you thought about it, he had been the one to save you, and he hadn’t done anything to harm you two. There was a bit of manipulation to get the truth out of you… but still, there was something about him.

This was your problem, you sighed. Jihoon told you this all the time. 

When it came to Dusties, you always tried to find the good in them. You trusted them easier. 

But when you listened to your gut, you were more often than not— right about your decisions. 

“You can leave tomorrow morning, it’ll take you two days to get home. Chuu will show you the way tonight. For now, you’ll be given some rooms to rest and eat. Yves, will you please?” 

“Okay,” she nodded, sitting upright. 

“Okay,” Jun nodded, making his way to the door. He stopped suddenly and looked at you, “I’ll just ask one thing from you. Don’t tell anyone who we are or where you spent your time. Not even your friends.” 

You nodded.

“If you ever change your mind about joining me or need help… just… find your way back here.” 

“Why?” You asked.

“Because,” Jun said sternly before his voice quieted down into something like a soft whisper, “I have nothing against orphans who came to be the same way as I did.” 

He shot you a look that spoke volumes to you. In a simple sentence and a single look, you felt like you had just come to understand who he was. 

“Thank you,” you said to him.  

Jun nodded then disappeared through the door. Chuu and Kim Lip silently followed behind him. 

Yves stood up then, slowly making her way to the two of you. 

“I hope you know that Jun is being sincere,” she said, “he’s a good guy. He really is the King of the Dusty.”

You nodded wordlessly. 

In the silence, Yves shifted on her feet, “I’m sorry we had to... you know, mess with your heads to get you to talk. But it had to be done, and it’s not like we can just... trust anyone. If we did, then... the King would’ve disappeared long ago.” 

“I... get it,” you nodded. 

“Just a tip, then? You might want to work on your resistance in interrogations and mind games, just in case you’re ever in a situation like this again,” Yves said, suddenly smiling nervously at you. 

“Right,” you nodded, “I… I wouldn’t know how to go about that though…” 

“I can help if you want.” 

“Sure,” you nodded, “yes. That would be great.”

“Alright, well if you two will follow me, I’ll show you to your rooms. I think Kim Lip might have already gotten someone to assemble packs of supplies for the both of you and put them in your rooms.”

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You and Joshua traveled for two days, stopping only for necessities like eating and sleeping, with the sun beating down your backs before you were able to make out the place you called home on the horizon. 

“There,” you stopped at the top of a dune to point out a large, tan, one-story Spanish adobe styled home. It was encapsulated by a half-finished metal fence and had arches outlining its long porch. 

It was something you could point out on sight, but Joshua had never been there before, and you knew that he could use the hope and excitement of almost being safe.  

“That’s home— Jihoon’s home, I mean.” 

“That looks close,” Joshua whispered, “really close.” 

“Yeah,” you nodded, “ten, twenty minutes tops. We’re almost there.” 

Half an hour later, you finally reached the house. 

Your steps stuttered as you saw the front door unlocked and wide open. Something felt wrong. Something felt off. 

“Common,” you told Joshua, “stay close behind me.” 

You set off quickly, crossing through the door and closing it behind Joshua, locking it to make sure nothing could get in or out without a pause.

The house looked like it was devoid of any life. Dust was normal in the Dusty, but you had always taken pride in the fact that the youngest of your friends always tried to keep their home clean. But now, now dust and dirt covered the floor, the furniture, the windows, and even the walls. 

You stood silently, gaping at the living room aghast. 

“Then leave!” Someone— it was Jihoon, you knew, his voice was something you could never forget, yelled. “I don’t need you! I never asked you to be here.” 

You set off running. Jihoon’s words sparked worry in you that you had been trying so hard to keep down since you had been separated. Anger was evident in the way he was speaking, but there was something else there too. Something that you had never heard from him before and it made you feel like something bad was about to happen. 

Through the living room, and out a door that opened up into the courtyard, you ran, Joshua following behind you. 

You came to a skidding stop behind an uncut hedge when you found yourself witnessing your friends, and Choi Seungcheol, Joshua’s friend, face off against Jihoon. There were no weapons— unless you counted the knife that you had been clutching as you ran, but you promptly put that away when you saw it was only them. They just faced each other, Jihoon glaring at the others. 

“You can’t keep acting like this,” Seungcheol snapped at him. 

You narrowed your eyes. Who had given him the right to speak to him like that? 

“And what right do you have to speak to me like that?” 

“Jihoon, we’re only trying to help you. You can’t keep acting like this, it’s bad for your health. We’re here for you,” Mingyu pleaded to him. Words had never made you worry more. 

“I’m fine,” he grumbled, “I don’t need babysitters. So go ahead, leave, the door is right there—” he motioned in the direction of the door that you had just walked through, without looking— “I didn’t ask you to be here for me.”

Silence brewed, and you chose that moment to step out from behind the hedge.

In a quiet voice, you asked, “What’s going on?”

Time froze before speeding up again. Nobody moved, they were all static, then like puppets all being pulled by the same string, they all whipped their heads around. Their eyes widened, and though you were staring at them expectingly, none of them answered you. 

Then Jihoon let out a shuddering breath nobody could have missed if they wanted to, and he rushed forward, enveloping you in a hug that had you shutting your eyes and melting into his chest. 

“What’s going on?” You whispered to him, the smell of him making it hard for you to pull away. 

“Nothing,” Jihoon answered. 

“But I heard you guys arguing,” you told him. 

“It was nothing,” Jihoon sighed and pulled away, though his hands itched to hold you again. But instead, he pacified himself by looking you up and down, willing himself to believe that you were real, and he wasn’t imagining things. 

Then he saw the bandages wrapped around your knee, and the one peeking out from under your untucked shirt and a rock lodged itself in his throat. 

“What happened? Where were you guys?” Seungcheol’s voice forced you to tear your eyes away from Jihoon and focus on the reality behind him. 

“W-we got taken,” Joshua stuttered out next to him. 

“Yeah, we passed out from blood loss, and when we woke up we were somewhere else. They kept us for a few days, and then they let us go.” 

“But who?” Seungcheol asked, “And why?” 

“Who doesn’t matter,” you said, remembering what Jun had asked of you two, “and as for why, they did it just… because.” 

“Just… because?” Seungcheol repeated, looking at Joshua for confirmation. He looked at you panicked, but instead of butting in, you stared at him expressionlessly.

“Yeah,” Joshua nodded, “just because.”

“Enough talking,” Jihoon said, “Y/N needs to get those bandages changed.” 

“So does Joshua,” Seungcheol said, trying not to snap at Jihoon’s exclusion.

Jihoon narrowed his eyes, a retort starting to form. But before he could say anything, you cut in, already sensing what Jihoon was about to do. 

“Joshua will get his bandages changed too. And, you’ll be allowed to stay here for another day before leaving.” 

“Thank you,” Seungcheol responded. 

“No,” you said sternly. At the swaying of your body (the pain in your knees and torso was coming back, but you weren’t about to tell anyone), the rest of your friends came running up to you. The four of them gave you quick hugs before Chan and Seokmin threw your arms around their shoulders to help keep you standing, and Mingyu and Soonyoung took the pack were were carrying off of you.

Jihoon walked around from behind them and motioned for Mingyu to give him the bag before standing next to Chan, on their left and giving you a careful, worried look. 

“I’m fine,” you muttered before turning back to Seungcheol and Joshua. “Joshua told me the truth. The whole truth.” 

Blood rushed to his cheeks, and he had the decency to look ashamed. 

“I don’t trust you,” you said slowly, “but I’ll give Joshua the benefit of the doubt.” 

“Tha—”

“Because of that,” you cut him off, “I’ll give you both a place in this home when you need it, but we are not some vacation home for you to come and use as you please. Do you understand?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Seungcheol replied unconsciously. 

“That being said,” you swallowed. You feared that the words that followed could end up making things really bad with them, “you should know that we don’t take Sparks kindly here. If you stay here, if you join us, it’s because you dislike Sparks just as much as we do. We don’t stand with Sparks, we don’t do what they say is law, we stand against them, and we do what we can to usurp them when we can.”

Seungcheol was silent, staring at you with a look in his eyes that you couldn’t discern.

When he turned to look at Joshua, he found him looking at you calmly and relaxed. He had already made his choice. Now only you were left. 

“The choice is yours,” you said, “But I do expect the two of you to apologize to the rest of them.” 

“Understood,” Seungcheol nodded. 

Then without a second more to waste, Jihoon steered Chan and Seokmin in the direction of the bedroom they had transformed into a med station. Joshua nodded at Seungcheol smiling, and they followed close behind. 

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Part 2 

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Soup or Stew

A lil borrower one-shot starring Elle and James. Been meaning to dust this off for a while but I never wrote the intro. She’s borrowing for snacks in the cupboard when the bean shows up unexpectedly (don’t they always?). Hope this can tide folk over until I get some fresh stuff going!

- x -

“A wee mouse, is it?” The giant took the bag of sugar off the shelf below her, and leaned forward to peer into the dark back corners of the cabinet. She took advantage of the fact that his attention was elsewhere to tiptoe from behind the honey jar to the tall rectangular package of biscuits. I wanted one of those, she thought sadly. Oh well, another day. Though he was out of sight, Elle could tell by the sound of it that the giant was taking jars and packets of things off the bottom shelf; at this rate, she would be through the hole and back down the ladder before he even started on top one. “Wee sleekit cowrin, timrous beastie, whit a panic’s in thy breastie.” His voice vibrated the wood shelf beneath her; it sounded even deeper and larger echoing off the walls of the cabinet. “Thou need nae start awa sae hasty, wi’ bickering brattle! Ah would be loathe tae run an chase ye, wi’ murd’ring prattle.”

Her heart was racing in her chest. Good, then don’t. Keep on reciting poetry and stop rummaging around. She slowly edged around the back of the biscuits, past an unopened jar of peanut butter, toward the hole in the back of the cabinet. Freedom. She went the last stretch of it crouching low to the ground. So low that her knapsack tipped, and two thumbtacks fell out with a clatter that could probably be heard three rooms over. Dammit. She turned her head, just in time to see the giant’s face eclipse the light in the cabinet opening.

“Whit the…” His eyebrows shot up, his eyes widened. She watched another silhouette come across the light; a hand open and reaching. No, no, no, she thought, racing to the shadows at the back of the cabinet. You idiot, how could you be so loud, you are the worst at sneaking. The hand thudded down onto the shelf and swept back and forth on the spot where she had just been. Which meant that it was between her and the hole, she couldn’t even make a run for it. But, maybe I can sneak past it. Slowly, the hand moved across the shelf away from her, the fingertips brushing against the peanut butter jar and a few loose grains of rice. Good, she thought, taking silent trembling steps toward the hole. You just stay over there for a bit. It did not. Something large and soft and warm prodded her leg, almost knocking her over.

“Ah, there you are.” 

Her stomach dropped; she hardly had time to turn around before she felt massive fingers curl around the back of her and lift her up and out into the light of the kitchen. 

I’m dead.

-

James couldn’t believe it.

But he had to, because there it was, tumbling off of his palm into a little trembling heap on the counter. Not a mouse at all. A tiny human figure, no more than five inches tall.

“How are ye so small?” She stood up and fixed him with a deer-in-the-headlights type stare. “And whit were ye daein’ in ma cupboard?” She straightened the hem of clumsily-sewn purple dress and opened her mouth as if to speak, but nothing came out. After a silent moment, she crouched down, tucking her head down against her knees and covering her head. 

“No questions.” A muffled high-pitched voice came from the shaking ball. “Just get on with it.”

“Get on wi what?” He leaned down a little further, taking in the small details of her appearance. She had mouse brown hair tied in a low ponytail with a scrap of red cloth. There was a patchwork bag at her side, in which James could just barely make out a few recognizable shapes; a few thumbtacks, a paper clip, a torn off bit of a yellow post-it note.

“Squishing. Poison. Eating me. Whatever you’re going to do.” 

“Is that what you’re afraid of?” 

The little voice was stronger, almost pouty. “I’m not afraid!” James chuckled, and the little ball shuddered.

“Naw, of course you’re no afraid. Ye’ve got nu’hin tae be afraid of.”

“Is that so.” The ball didn’t move. She was such a tense wee marble; he just wanted to scoop her up and give her a cuddle, but he resisted the urge.

“Naw, of course no. There’s nothing scary about me.”

“So, you’re not going to boil me into a soup.”

“Ah dinnae like soup.”

“A stew then.”

“Soup and stew are the same ‘hing.”

Her head popped up, and there was something of an edge to her tone when she spoke. “They are not!”

“Aye, they are.” James tried not to let the excitement show in his voice. Her eyes were bright and her expression delightfully contrarian. “Soup is meat and vegetables in water. Stew is meat and vegetables in water.”

“That doesn’t make them the same thing!” She uncurled and sat upright, cross-legged. “You might as well say sandwiches and pizza are the same thing, just cause they both have meat and cheese on bread.”

“I would agree with that.”

“No, you’re not supposed to agree with that.” She rolled her eyes. “You’re supposed to say, ‘That’s ridiculous, no one would say that.’ Because it is, and no one would.” 

James laughed. “Well, ah said it, and I’m no hearing a counterargument.”

“That’s because I’m thinking of one.” She stood up and paced back and forth, scratching the back of her head thoughtfully. Outwardly, James remained passive. Inside, his mind was racing, trying to catch up with the events unfolding on the counter. Such a tiny thing. Why was she in the cabinet? Does she live here? Was that why his guitar picks had been disappearing; had she been squirreling them away in her tiny bag to use as plates or shingle a miniature house? He’d been a bit peeved at the time, but he supposed if they were being put to use, that wasn’t as bad as them sliding between a crack in floor boards, never to be of use to anyone ever again.

“Ahm waiting.”

“Well, you can keep waiting!” She drew her mouth into a thin line, and James laughed.

“Aye, I can. I’ve got nu’hin’ better to do this evening.” He sat back and watched her pace back and forth across about 8 inches of counter space like she was the Great Mouse Detective, until suddenly she stopped and turned to face him with a triumphant expression.. 

“There’s two pieces!”

“Two pieces of what?”

“Bread! A sandwich has two pieces of bread with stuff in the middle. And it’s just for one person. A pizza is a big round bread with stuff on top of it. Also, it’s for multiple people to eat.”

“Speak for yoursel, wee yin. Ah can eat a whole pizza, easy.”

“Well you shouldn’t.”

“Besides,” James crossed his arms and leaned over, resting them on the counter in front of her. He was close enough to see freckles on her face now, like grains of sand. “I thought the argument was about soup and stew.”

“It’s about establishing..a…precedent…” The girl froze statue still. Her gaze travelled up along his arm to his face. Her’s was a bit pale.

“Hey, dinnae go shy on me now.” He spoke as softly as he could, and watched as his breath blow a strand of hair away from her face. “I just wanted tae get a better look at ye.”

“W-why?” She clutched at the strap of her bag where it reached across her shoulder, like it was a safety harness.

“Have you ever seen oanybody my size before?”

“Yes, all the time. You guys are all over the place.” She gestured widely with her hands, avoiding eye contact. 

“Well, I’ve never seen oanybody like you.”

“That’s because we’re very good at hiding.”

“No that good.” James said it with a smile, but immediately regretted it. 

“I guess not.” The girl shook her head and looked away from him; raising a miniscule hand to wipe her eye. 

“Hey, dinnae dae that!” Without thinking, reached out and curled his fingers gently around her. She gasped and her eyes were like saucers as he lifted her into the palm of his other hand. “It was a joke, that’s aw; ah didnae mean it. I’m sure you’re great at hidin’.” Her eyes were wet, and pink around the edges, but she wasn’t crying anymore. She appeared to have short circuited.

“You…you p-picked me up. I’m…in your hand.” Her little hands prodded his palm. 

“Oh, aye. Sorry. I jist, I wanted tae gie you a cuddle, you know?” James was nearly as sorry as he probably should have been, if he was being perfectly honest with himself. He’d wanted to pick her up again since he put him down. She was such a fascinating little creature. Holding her felt not unlike holding somebodies pet rat; if pet rats could talk and nick office supplies.

“You…you weren’t just lulling me into a false sense of security so you could scoop me up and Science me?”

“Science you?”

“Y-you know,” she stammered. She hadn’t stopped rubbing his palm. “P-put me in a jar and poke me with a thermometer or something like that.”

“No. I am not going to science you. Or eat you. Or squash you. Or oany of that.”

“Promise?”

“Aye. Promise.” 

“Not…not even if I say something that makes you mad?”

“Wee yin,” he spoke as soft and gentle as he could. “There’s nu’hin ye could say to me that would make me want tae hurt ye.”

“Soup is a thin watery broth o-or a cream base with chopped meat of vegetables or noodles or fish or whatever suspended in it, and the proportions are lots of liquid to a little bit of solid stuff. Stew is always beef, and it’s cooked for a long time with vegetables, but never noodles or fish, and the liquid is more meat sauce than anything else, and it pretty much only barely covers the solid bits. So while I concede that they are in the same category of foods, they are absolutely different.”

James tilted his head and fixed her with a stony glare. “I am going to boil you in a soup.”

“Really?” The high, anxious tone of her voice took all the fun out of the joke.

“No, no of course not! Whit kind ae monster do ye take me for?” Her shoulders relaxed immediately. “Ah am hungry tho. If I made a pot ae mac ‘n cheese, wid ye have some?”

Her eyes just about rolled back into her head. “I love mac and cheese. But by the time I get to it, the scraps are stone cold, and cold mac and cheese is basically worse than no mac and cheese at all.”

“And its no soup, right?”

“No.” Her laugh was like a little bell ringing with a tiny goose honk in the middle. “It’s not soup.”

#g/t fluff #giant/tiny #g/t fiction #g/t writing #asweetpeawriting #asweetpea #g/t

[let-sanji-say-fuck]

Hello, dear~ I have this opinion concerning Law's cruelty before Corazon's healing effects, that it hasn't completly dissapeared and despite of being a doctor now, he's ready to take lives when necessary so my request would be about Law basically snapping and regressing to the same, vicious mentality he held as a young boy upon seeing his s/o abused or in danger. Her being brought by Bepo to the ship because she protected the crews and Law's name to which he can only think of revenge.

Hello?? Jesus, I’ll just apologise for the delay and leave the explanations for a separate post. I really like your idea, and I hope I didn’t make it too hardcore for your liking! (I think I went too far I’m sorry). If you want something a little lighter don’t hesitate to tell me!!

I hope it was worth the wait anyway!! 

Word count: 1945.

Warnings: (very) explicit torture and much gore. For real guys, if this makes your stomach churn do NOT read. Borderline yandere (yandere af I’m so sorry)

Trafalgar Law

Probably a week until she wakes up. Hopefully less. He didn’t want to think of any further outcome.

The steady beeping of her life support was the only thing that appeared alive in the dark room. Not [Name], her eyes closed behind beaten lids; scratches and bruises marred her face as they did several inches of her whole body. There were deep wounds that he had managed to sew shut, a couple of broken teeth that he could try fixing once her condition changed positively, and…

She had wanted matching tattoos. Of course. She loved the Heart Pirates, and she loved him, so getting their Jolly Roger tattooed was to be expected. He had done it himself, with his very basic knowledge on the art of skin-inking, but she had been satisfied. Overjoyed even. She always made sure to sport shorts so everyone could see the symbol of her pride. That day too. He wishes she had just chosen a fucking pair of leggings instead.

Despite being remarkably new to the office of piracy, Law and his gang had already made quite the name for themselves. It was no wonder the new island would recognize them, and despise them. Nothing new, and he had grown used to it by now. But [Name], one of his closest subordinates and the first person that had made her way into his heart – since Cora –, wasn’t having none of it. Not when her captain almost got a cold mug of beer smashed onto his head.

Perhaps she shouldn’t have spoken up. If she had stayed quiet instead of trying to chop those miserable fingers off, she could have gotten away without being noticed. Or she would if she didn’t have the smiley face plastered on the outer expanse of her thigh.

Perhaps he should have predicted this. He should have kept a closer eye on her after noticing the dirty glances of the man’s gang, directed at her, not him. “We’re leaving tomorrow morning, we’ll forget this event and be on our way,” he had told her and himself, while walking back to the Polar Tang.

That night, every single member was out in the look for missing [Name]. That was probably the first time Law overdid it with his Devil Fruit, looking every nook and cranny with a nail-biting anxiety scrapping his insides, until the large form of Bepo appeared in the horizon, running closer and closer to him, and the clearer he heard his voice calling out for him, the more dread coursed through the young doctor.

The white fur of his companion was tainted with blood and dirt. Law felt like collapsing to the floor, but from the very second he noticed that there was still a pulse, that there was air reaching her lungs, although laboriously, everything went on like a blur. From the bloody town, to the docks, to the deck of his submarine, to his operating room and, finally, to the medical wing. Only after she had been patched up to the best of his ability, did he breathe again.

He had collapsed on top of the nearest chair to her bed, inked fingers intertwining before he placed his chin on top of the bridge of digits, deep in thought. That was hours ago, during which he hoped with what little faith he had left in his scarred heart that she would open her eyes and greet him. But that was wishful thinking. So his mind ran over other topics to distract himself from the gruesome state in which [Name] had been retrieved, from the intoxicating scent of disinfectant and blood. His head spun back to the same image however: the one of her once beautiful leg, the one that proudly sported the proof of where she belonged, bloodied; her skin had been torn and scratched off to the point of fully erasing the ink through the most brutal of ways-

Had she screamed? Had she cried? Had she begged for him to appear? She surely had, and his mind replayed his invented version of the scene. The blood, the screams, fuck, even the laugher and mocks from the tormentors.

Law sighed. He stood up as quietly as possible, the only sound the clicking of his heeled boots against the metal floor as he walked away, and the beeping that reassured him that she was still alive. That what he was about to do would be for someone he would learn to protect, from now on.

~

The island was a small one. From what Bepo had told him before he left, about where he had found [Name], it was only trial and error. The once quiet neighborhood was quickly filled with the sound of screams that served as fanfare to the doings of the doctor. He trespassed houses and interrogated with a voice too cold for someone who had almost lost someone important for him… once again. His destructive methods soon got him to a worn out building that echoed with laugher and music. Law looked up and stared impassively at the one lit up window in the whole house.

He felt the corners of his lips stir up lazily into a satisfied smirk. His left hand raised up while his left one held onto his Nodachi tighter. Voice laced with sick excitement and hatred, he purred:

“Room…”

~

The lights faded away and everyone in the room startled into a guarding position the best they could with grand quantities of alcohol in their system. Law could smell the booze, the sweat, but also the fear. He discarded the sheath of his long sword somewhere forgotten, and the heavy thud against the carpet seemed to awaken the preys, to fully confirm that their predator had arrived.

“W-Who’s there?!” Someone yelled, but received no answer. He growled, suddenly spitting orders in the dark, causing noise all around Law. The fools. Guiding himself by the aimless cries, he swung his sword in several directions, slicing blindly, but efficiently. The results were immediate: a series of thuds and screams, and the light came back almost blindingly. Limbs and some half-cut heads floated around inside the now visible film of blue, the rest of their bodies resting limply on the floor. A couple of screams, and Law looked around, admiring the eeriness of being surrounded by so many disembodied parts. Without uttering a word, his arms began to move and, with them, the mess of body parts around him.

The screams and begging soon bored him. No matter how entertaining it was to see these fuckers crying and begging and even throwing up from the wild ride of either their heads or their stomachs; it wasn’t enough.

Suddenly, everything halted with the single word. Shambles.

Law was meticulous in placing everyone back in place, except for their legs and arms. Oh, no. He was far from done with them, they just weren’t going to run away. His wide gaze looked around, and he found that it was around ten people with him in the room. He stacked the feet and hands in one corner while throwing the rest of their bodies to the opposite one.

“Is anyone of you, miserable bastards, a doctor?”

No one spoke, but Law looked back at the mountain of limbs and noticed the one that twitched slightly. He guessed someone had tried to lift his hand. He huffed, strolled over, and took a hold of the arm. He weighted it, regarded it with psychotic admiration, and grinned wildly.

“Where are your medical supplies?” When no one answered immediately, Law scoffed and held the index finger between his ones, effortlessly breaking it. The cry that came from it helped him put a face to the arm in his hands. “You have 9 more chances… Well, more like 19. I can see your legs shaking from here, so don’t think I would forget about your toes.” The man whimpered, and Law clicked his tongue, breaking his middle finger. “Come on, cheer up,” his gaze turned somber, a cold glint contrasting with the smile that stretched his lips almost uncomfortably. “I gave you more chances to spare your life.”

“T-The third and fourth drawer in that table and the cabinet to your left, I swear that’s all I got!”

With a hum of approval, Law went to retrieve the supplies, absolutely confident that no one would try anything stupid; not that they could…

After several excruciating minutes while the young surgeon what the small boxes had to offer, he took a couple of the utensils in his hands. Among them, a shiny scalpel whose gleam in the dim light made everyone’s blood run cold.

“Alright,” started Law, and the torsos, arms and legs alike flinched. “I want you guys to be good and tell me who did all of that shit to my subordinate. For starters, her leg. Her tattoo.”

No one spoke, and he didn’t really expect them to. He shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly and walked towards the limbs. After looking for not too long, he took one leg and threw it on the carpet, close to the sheath of his sword.

“I wonder whose leg this is.” Harshly, he tugged the man’s shoe off, exposing stinky feet and stubby toes. Maneuvering the small knife between his fingers, Law reached for a discarded bottle of booze before returning to the foot with ill intent in his wide eyes and a quiet chuckle.

“WAIT, DON’T TOUCH ME WITH THAT- ARGHHHHH!”

Thick droplets of blood streamed to the floor from the thick, red string it left in its wake. The screaming increased, without signs of stopping, as Law cut through his big toe slowly, proving its sharpness as it broke through the harsh tendon and reached the surface of the bone.

“I’ll only repeat myself once more. And the 19-chances rule will apply to every last one of you until I have my answers.” Knocking a little on the exposed bone, a sudden crack was heard, and the toe fell to the floor with the uncontrollable wailing in the background. “Who. Touched. [Name]?”

It didn’t take another toe to get the information he wanted. He found out about the leader, about the man who scarred his precious companion, physically and mentally, forever. Kikoku was soon back in his dominant hand, and just a few seconds later everyone lay on the floor, surrounded by bloody puddles that streamed together. Only the betrayed man, and his doctor, remained alive, and utterly terrified. 

Law smirked, shaking his sword with ease, startling the men and splashing blood onto their horrified faces. He kicked a pair of legs that matched with the waistband of the leader as they shook and trembled.

“Tell me, Doc-ya.” His boots would be awfully loud in his ears if the excitement didn’t make his blood rush in his pierced ears. “What do you think of… when I do this…?!” The blade of his trusted sword swiftly cut through the limbs, severing each one of them into two pieces. The piercing scream from the man he despised was absolutely blood-curling. He urged on: “Tell me.”

“I-I… I think of death by bleeding out… wound infection… g-gangrene, if the bleeding is stopped, but not treated properly. Slow and p-painful cause of de-”

“My thoughts exactly.” He mumbled as he stuck his sword out of the doctor’s chest. Rolling his shoulders, Law turned to the only man left alive, yet only half so, both literally and metaphorically. “I believe you deserve that kind of slow death, wouldn’t you agree?”

He would make sure that the man brought the regret of having touched [Name] to his next life.

#Trafalgar Law #Female Pronouns #Angst #Gore #Scenario #One Piece #Anonymous

[i-like-cookiez]

Miraculous Gaydybug

Shrunken!Nathaniel x Marc

Miraculous Ladybug g/t...yes. Especially with my gay boys...🥰

Story takes place a day or two after the events of Reverser.

Marc practically threw his front door open. Resizer, the newest akumatized villain's attack had only just begun, and he was already shielding his shrunken classmate from the world in his red hoodie pocket.

Nathaniel had been hit by one of her blasters, shrinking him down. Marc remembered the way Nath had frozen up as he got smaller, eyes growing wider as he watched his classmates begin to loom over him. The way he seemed to look at everyone in a silent, desperate plea for help. After realizing Nathaniel was frozen in shock and fear, Marc has rushed out and scooped the boy up, depositing him into the relative safety of his hoodie pocket. Ladybug ordered Marc to keep him safe while her and Chat Noir dealt with the akuma, and he promised he would.

His fingerless gloved hands were loosely cocooned over the tiny scarlet redheaded boy's body. He could just barely feel the trembling against his hands. Nathaniel was terrified, and rightfully so. First, they'd all watched as Chat was grown to probably half the size of the Eiffel Tower, and then Nathaniel had to feel and see himself grow smaller and smaller. Marc could only imagine the fear he was feeling.

The two boys had been distant past few days, ever since a misunderstanding between them and Marinette has caused Marc to be akumatized, Marc had been confiding in Marinette after his akumatization, worrying that Nathaniel hated him, sure they did that comic book together, but who’s to say that the artist had really been sincere? Marinette had told him that he's probably reading it wrong, and maybe Nathaniel feels guilty, but Marc was sure of his former assumption.

He went up to his bedroom and surveyed his somewhat messy room, ripped and crumpled up pieces of paper from scrapped story ideas he'd written lying all over the floor and his desk. With one swipe of his free arm, he pushed the papers from the desk onto the floor, he could pick them up later. Then, ever so gently, he wrapped his other hand around Nathaniel in a firm but careful manner. He was met with small squeaks of protest, and a lot of struggling, but Marc's hand easily overpowered the shrunken teen. As soon as Nathaniel was removed from the pocket, he went still and silent, eyes screwed shut, refusing to look at the giant boy that had his life in his palm. Marc stared down at him, getting a clear look at him for the first time, in utter awe.

He's so small... Marc thought. So fragile and helpless. Mylène must feel like that because of Chloé, and now her akuma is making it so she can pass that feeling onto others... Nathaniel made a small noise, something between a whimper and a squeak, and Marc's heart almost burst with pity. He gingerly set Nathaniel down on the desk, and crouched down. He noticed that Nathaniel had his eyes squeezed closed, and sighed. Maybe if he gave the little guy some time alone, he'd feel a little better.

"Stay here, alright? I-I'll be right back." Marc said in a hushed voice, trying not to stutter. His pity for his classmate only grew when he saw him flinch at his words. Marc slowly stood up and exited the room quietly. The small boy's terrified form made eyes well up with tears. Nathaniel never truly meant any harm, he'd just been conflicted, always insecure about people humiliating him for his drawings - again, Chloé's fault... - He didn't deserve to feel so vulnerable and powerless. The raven haired boy ambled into the kitchen, getting an idea. He still had some apology macaroons left over from Marinette, he'd tried to refuse them because in the end, neither boy blamed her, but she insisted, and so Marc and Nathaniel had both taken home a box of macaroons.

Marc came back upstairs with a small plate of macaroons. He knocked softly on the doorframe to his room and walked in carefully.

"H-Hey, uh...I brought up some m-macaroons if you're, uh, hungry..." He set the plate down on the bed, and trailed off when he realized he couldn't see Nathaniel on his desk anywhere. "Oh no..." He whispered to himself.

"Um, Nath...? N-Nathaniel?" Marc called out softly, taking a few steps forward. He looked to the ground and froze in his tracks. He could be on the ground! I could've just... Marc shooed off those thoughts, and slipped off his boots, tossing them to the other side of the room, that way he wouldn't accidentally crush his classmate. Marc crouched at the desk again, and listened.

"Nath...please, come out. I-I don't want to hurt you." He said slowly and quietly. No reply. Marc was about to check the floor, when he heard some sniffling from behind his mug of pencils. Marc was about to move the mug away, when he froze.

"N-No! Stop!" A sudden voice cried out. It had been a yell, but it was barely even loud as Nathaniel was so small. Marc retracted his hand, but didn't move away.

"Okay! Okay! I-I'm not gonna move the cup!" Marc promised, "but I'll only keep that promise if you'll talk to me." He coaxed. There was silence for a second, until:

"F-Fine."

Marc managed a small smile. He looked at the cup where Nathaniel was hiding behind. He took a breath and started talking.

"So...How are you holding up, Nath?" He asked in a calm, low tone. Another few seconds of silence.

"E-Everything is huge a-and scary...T-The people, the places, the o-objects...You." Marc physically recoiled. He was scary?

"M-Me? Why...Why am I scary? It's me, Marc! The boy who literally couldn't hurt a fly!" He said in a hushed but raised voice, "you know me, Nathaniel. I'm not scary."

"Y-You're lying..." The tiny boy whimpered, "you j-just want me to feel safe so I'll c-come out, a-and then you'll take your r-r-revenge..." Marc was confused.

"Revenge? Nath, why on earth would I want 'revenge' against you?!" Marc has to stop himself from shouting in disbelief.

"B-Because I'm why you became R-Reverser..."

Oh... Marc thought, everything clicked in his brain and it all made sense. Nathaniel's awkwardness, why he's hiding now, why they haven't been speaking.

He blames himself.

"I-I insulted you...I ripped your notebook - you w-watched me do it! - and I didn't even g-give you a chance to explain yourself..."

"You must hate me."

"No...No Nath, wait-" Marc wanted to reassure his classmate that he didn't hate him. Without thinking, he moved the cup aside, revealing the wide eyed tiny staring back.

"N-No...please stay back...!" Nathaniel squeaked out quietly, scurrying backwards. Marc was slowly inching his hands closer.

"Nath, please...d-don't run. Just let me explain, you don't have to be afraid." Marc looked last Nathaniel and saw that he was running out of room to go back. "Nathaniel, wait!" He said suddenly.

"No! N-No!" Nath's body was in a trembling frenzy. Marc reached out suddenly and Nathaniel jumped back in terror.

"I-I won't let you t-take me-!" Nathaniel was cut off as he backed right off the desk. Marc was quick to act.

"Watch out!" He exclaimed, cupping his hands under his classmate. He felt the small weight of Nathaniel collide into his palms. Marc inhaled sharply as it happened. He watched as Nathaniel sat up slowly and became aware of where he was.

"Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, are you okay?! Are you hurt?!" Marc began to panic, he gingerly brushed a finger over Nathaniel's limbs to check for any injury.

"I'm...fine?" Nathaniel replied slowly and hesitantly, "are...are you n-not-?"

"Not mad? Of course not." Marc lifted Nathaniel up to eye level, "that wasn't your fault. It was just a misunderstanding. You'd been manipulated and bullied before for your art, and I get it, I have too. And you should know that even though we haven't been talking, I-I had been hoping we would be again, e-eventually. Anyway! I don't blame you for anything, and there's no 'revenge' I want on you. All I want for you is for you to feel safe with me, u-until Ladybug and Chat Noir fix...this." Marc said, using a single finger to move some hair out of Nathaniel's eyes. Nathaniel grabbed onto the finger softly and touched it, feeling the enlarged grooves of skin. Still clutching it, he nervously looked up, tiny turquoise eyes staring up at Marc's giant green ones.

"Th-Thank you." Nathaniel stuttered out. Then he gave his best attempt at a friendly smile while trying to push down his fear. Marc's cheeks went a light shade of pink and he smiled back. His brain was thinking just one thing.

Shoot, that was really cute...how is he so cute?

"U-Um...you're welcome." Marc stammered, cheeks shading into a deeper pink. He walked slowly over to his bed and sat down next to his plate of macaroons. He put his hands onto the bed and let Nathaniel stumble off onto the plushy surface.

"So...are you hungry, or..?" Marc trailed off awkwardly, breaking off a piece of the macaroons and extending it towards Nathaniel. The tiny boy eagerly grabbed it and took a bite. His eyes lit up.

"More of Mari's macaroons! I ran out the same day she gave them to us! They taste so good..." He said in a fake hypnotized voice. Marc smiles fondly at his small friend. Nathaniel looked up from his sweet treat, and saw Marc's face. Now Nathaniel was going his own shade of red.

Marc's kinda cute when you talk to him for a little bit...he's also a pretty good writer, we should make a comic together... Nathaniel thought, then realized what exactly he'd just thought. Both boys ate their macaroons in comfortable silence, each occasionally sneaking a glance at the other and smiling cheekily.

Both of them have it baaaaad...

Good lord I love them so much if you want more of these two in size antics let me knowwww!

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Next entry for @badthingshappenbingo​!

I AM NO LONGER ACCEPTING PROMPTS! The single-bone marks on the card indicate which prompts I have received and am going to write, and I finally have prompts that will earn me a bingo once they’ve been written. (But they’re not written yet!)

This fic has also been posted to FFN and AO3, so you can check it out on my Assortment of Broken Bones collection on there if you like!

This one is for @mysteryfilmcatcher ! Uh... if they still exist? Hope you enjoy, if you’re still around! \o/;;

Prompt: Doesn’t Realize They’ve Been Injured Characters: Héctor and Victoria, post-movie, pre-epilogue

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"What is this?! You call this a men's size fourteen?!"

"Sí, I do, señor."

"This isn't right! What do I look like, a clown?"

She spoke quickly. "No, señor, you don't have the nose for it."

Though she swore she heard a faint chuckle, in actuality, the joke seemed to have gone over his head. "I thought not! So why would you give me shoes this size?"

"Because when we measured your feet when you came in two weeks ago, that was the size we measured."

"This is not the right—"

"Did you try them on, señor?"

The man sputtered. "What kind of idiot do you take me for?"

"So you have tried them on, and they don't fit?"

"W-well, no, I… um." Grumbling, the man pulled the shoes off the counter, and stooped down to swap his old shoes with the new ones. Victoria could not see him, but she knew what his expression must have been when he very suddenly stopped grumbling. After a moment, the man rose to his feet again. "W-well the point is, it's wrong, but I don't have time to argue."

That said, he spun around and walked away with his new, perfectly-fitted Rivera shoes.

With a huff, Victoria plucked the paperwork off the counter and stepped away to file it. Honestly, she couldn't believe some of these customers—Rivera shoes always fit. They were known for it.

She glanced at the clock; they always closed at noon on Saturdays, and now it was only a few minutes to; it wouldn't hurt to start to close up early. She made a quick tally of the cash drawer, looked over the counter to make sure it was clear (as though anything needed straightening when she manned the counter), and double-checked the boxes for Monday's orders.

As she locked the doors and turned off the lights, she thought about how nice it would be to spend the afternoon by herself—a nice bit of quiet time after a morning of working here and dealing with all these terrible—

 CRASH—BANG!

Automatically snatching a nearby hammer off a workbench, Victoria spun around, searching for the source of the noise. She could hear the sound of faint moaning somewhere, indicating that she wasn't alone. It was harder to see in the darkened workshop with the windows and doors shut, but the light shone through the cracks enough for her to find her way around, and she managed to spot where a sewing machine had been knocked off of the counter… along with several other objects she couldn't identify in the dark. Frowning, but keeping her hammer steady, she leaned down to pick up one of the objects, only to be startled at the feeling of bone.

"AY! Careful!" a familiar voice cried, and Victoria jumped back initially, only to roll her eyes when she recognized whom the voice belonged to. This had hardly been the first time he’d caused trouble since they’d taken him in a month ago.

The bone sprang from her hands as a skeleton assembled himself in front of her before leaning against the counter. He plucked his shabby straw hat off of the ground and set it back on his head. "Uh… hola, Victoria!" Héctor said, waving a hand and probably giving a stupid-looking grin.

"Where did you come from?" Victoria asked, crossing her arms and glaring, though she knew he could barely see it. "I don't think Mamá Imelda would like you sneaking around here."

"Eh, I wasn't sneaking exactly… I was just… hanging out?" In the dim light, she could see him hold up one finger.

It took her a second to realize he was pointing upward, and she stared at him deadpan. "You were sitting up there."

"Sí."

"In the rafters."

"¿Sí…?"

"Why?"

"I just… wanted someplace quiet to write, so I thought I'd, um… take a seat up there, out of the way," he admitted. "I enjoyed your company, by the way. You handled those customers quite well!"

Victoria frowned, walking past him to pick up the heavy sewing machine and set it back on its workbench. "Of course I did. I've been in this business since I was a child. Did you think I handled them poorly before?"

That caught him off guard, and he faltered. "Wait, wait, no, that's not what I was… I mean—I just mean to say that you do your job well?"

She kept her glare fixed on him. His behavior brought to mind the foolish boys of Santa Cecilia who would try to win her affection with shallow praise; even now she still felt the annoyance burning in her chest at the memory. The only difference here was that Héctor sought platonic affection. In either case, it would not work. "I should hope so," she said coldly, and turned around. "I don't plan to spend the rest of my day in a pitch dark workshop, but you're welcome to stay here if you like, so long as you lock the door behind you."

With that, she made her way to the back door—

 Clatter!

Rolling her eyes, Victoria turned around to find that the man had fallen over, again, though this time he clearly hadn't tumbled from the rafters. "Now what is it?"

"Ah, I, uh…" Héctor grunted as he pushed himself up on his hands, turning back toward his left side. "I… think I hit my leg on something when I fell."

Victoria stared at him for a moment before recalling the sewing machine that had been knocked to the floor, and shuddered. "How did you not notice before?"

Managing to get back to his feet, Héctor leaned heavily against the counter again. "Well, that leg usually always hurts, so it's a little hard to tell sometimes when it gets messed up again." He shrugged. "Not the end of the world."

After switching the light back on, Victoria took a few steps closer to Héctor, adjusting her glasses to get a better look at the damage. His leg was bandaged with what appeared to be very old leather, so it was hard to tell if anything was different. But given he was starting to be remembered again in the living world, it must have started healing again, and the fall had disrupted that. "I see," she said, stepping back. "Are you all right?"

She'd asked it without thinking, and mentally smacked herself. Of course she wasn't cold—anyone with half a heart would ask a question like that—but knowing Héctor, he would cling to whatever scrap of affection he could.

To her surprise, he gave a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "I'll be fine," he said, carefully leaning away from the counter. "This leg's been broken for several decades now—a little crack isn't going to make much of a difference." With that, he began limping toward the door.

Victoria watched him, but it wasn't really him she was looking at.

She saw her abuela as she was in life, marching into the workshop as though her joints weren't stiff and worn down, as though her heart wasn't bad, as though she hadn't just pulled an extra three hour shift the night before to correct an accounting problem.

Not only that… she saw herself sitting at her workbench, suppressing another cough, fighting to hide yet another dizzy spell, pretending her entire body wasn't aching and freezing with illness.

Shaking her head, she strode past Héctor and shut off the light, waiting at the open door. His limp was more pronounced than it had been that morning, and he was moving slower than he usually did. Victoria tapped her foot.

"I haven't got all day," she said, facing him again. Ignoring his apologetic look, she strode up to his left side, lifted his arm around her shoulders, and helped him take some of the weight off of his bad leg. The feeling of having his arm around her made her tense and uncomfortable, but it was better than having to wait for him to drag himself back to the house.

Héctor stared at her in shock before a genuine smile crossed his face. "Gracias."

"Don't thank me," she grunted, helping him out of the workshop and locking the door behind her. "You would've taken an age to get out of there and forgotten to lock the door behind you, and I don't want someone breaking into the workshop."

Héctor was still smiling. "Of course, mija."

A jolt ran through her, and she grit her teeth for a moment. "I've seen you walk with a bad leg before. I know you can pick up the pace, Héctor."

Finally his smile dropped, and he nodded. "Sí, Victoria."

It didn't make her feel much better, and she swallowed down her frustration as they approached the house. "Just… be careful next time."

He nodded, and she helped him inside the house and into the living room. As he eased himself into a chair, she made to leave, but stopped, feeling like she should say something more. She turned back to him. "And Héctor…"

He looked up, hopeful. "¿Sí?"

"Por favor, don't sit in the rafters of the workshop ever again."

"Heh… of course, Victoria."

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[anuknowha]

A Chaotic New Years

Title: A Chaotic New Years

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Romance

Rating: R

Pairing: Antisepticeye x Reader

Word Count: 2,028

Characters w spaces: 10,687         Characters w/o spaces: 8,755

New Years fic for @pumpkin-demon​ !!

You spun around in your chair before sliding to your desk on the opposite side of the room.

"And that's a wrap for today." You say as you pick up your pencil and start to draw once more.

You spent most of your day studying on how to hack others computers. Yesterday you found an old gray desktop that was left behind by who you assume was a former tenant that was on the verge of moving from this hell hole of an apartment a while ago.

"I should be able to get into this one." You say as put your writing utensil in your mouth and start the motor.

"Not like its in bad shape. It's almost as if it were new. Weird." You ponder.

Your finger slid across the monitor screen as you squint.

"It's still a little dirty. Nothing I can't fix."

You grab a damp towel and softly wipe the screen, the light gray tint fading away from it as its replaced with a bright blue startup screen which was soon followed by an updating screen.

"Looks like it needs to be updated. Its been in the basement for a while anyway."

You leaned back in your chair and grabbed your art book and started to draw once more. A circle this time, followed by an eye. You didn't know what you were trying to draw at first until an image flashed across your mind. You gave the eye a small pupil and a dark sclera.

"Interesting..." You say tapping the eraser end of the pencil against your chin.

Taking a glance up you notice the updating had finished and the computer was now asking for your password. You knew there would be such an obstacle and with that you intertwined your hands and cracked your knuckles. It was now your time to get to work, you pressed a few keys but couldn't get in. You tried again and for a second time remained unsuccessful. You decided to give it one more go and once again it didn't work.

Grabbing the book behind you, you opened to the last page you were on.  The bookmark fell out and fell onto the floor as you turned the book upside down believing that you missed something. You reread the pages.

"Three times, soon it'll lock me out." You huff resting your chin in your hand as you lean on the desk.

You toss the book onto the floor and pull away from the desk almost hitting it and almost falling out of the chair.

You let out a small yelp and the lights flicker.

"Maybe I need to get some sleep..." You hum as you close your eyes and get out of your rolling chair.

"Besides its going on 2 am anyway." You say turning off the monitor.

Letting out a small yawn you drag yourself to your bedroom. Plopping onto the bed there's a small creak that it lets out. You try getting comfortable under the covers but it becomes harder than you think. But after turning to lay on your stomach, you felt yourself drift off.

You started dreaming. Which was as usual as normal until you heard someone calling for help.

"Help please!!" You kept looking around, and your dream itself was being built.

It was an exact replica of your apartment. And this room was your room. As you explored to find the noise you noticed your water bottle was even just half full. And as you left the room everything was the same from when you fell asleep. For a second it was almost as if you weren't dreaming.

You touched the walls as you walked towards the sound which only seemed to get louder.

"Help!! I'm trapped!!" The voice rang in your ears, louder than before.

You ran to the room it was coming from, your so called "office" room. And you didn't find anyone. You stopped in the doorway. You noticed the computer screen was on. You walk over to it slowly, but the room was quiet. The screen was a bright blue but there was nothing on it.

You stood in front of waiting.

"Hello?" You heard a voice whisper.

You jumped back.

"Help me please." The voice whimpers.

The blue screen fades to black and stays that way for a few seconds until it lightens up and you see some of the face of a young man. His eyes were covered but you could tell his face full was full of tears and fear.

"Can you please help me get out?" He puts his hand on the screen almost if you could feel him.

You were speechless. You looked around the monitor, thinking it was a prank, or maybe just a something you could make it go away. You clenched your eyes shut but to no avail.

"Help!!!" He screamed at you in pain.  

You gently placed your hand against his hand on the screen and you woke up gasping. Your chest heaving up and down as you look around. You scurry out of the sheets and check the time.

'Only 2:30. Thought it would be later' you thought to yourself.

You looked around and checked to see if anything was out of place. It wasn't and you let out a sigh of relief.

"Thank goodness." You say as you head to the fridge to get a colder water. Maybe its what you needed.

You slowly make your way to the kitchen and to the fridge. The apartment was calm until you started walking back to bed. Static could be heard coming from your office room, it was loud and noisy.

Your heart started racing for it reminded you of your dream. You swallowed hard before taking slow steps towards the room. Swallowing hard you hesitantly walk over to the monitor and sit down in your chair

The screen was full black and white bits that filled the screen. And it send tingles down your spine. But as quick as it seemed it turned to the screen to enter your password.

You entered something ridiculous.

"How about you try once more?" It said as the message appeared right above the text box.

You thought you were dreaming. You pinched yourself, but nothing. You were awake and scared out of your mind.

The text changed.

"Maybe enter something a little more familiar."

You entered the first thing to pop into your mind. Your name.

A chuckle erupted from the monitor as you hurried to scoot your chair back and it hit something on the floor causing you to fall out.

"I already know your name." A voice spoke from the screen.

It had green eyes that appeared suddenly as a hand reached out the screen. Another soon following after.

"Who who are you?!" You could only whisper. Your breathe being caught by the situation at hand.

"You sure you don't know who I am?" He hummed as he pulled himself out the monitor completely and slowly crawled down to loom over you.

His eyes were bright, and his hair was the same shade if green. Tossed over to cover his right eye for the most part. Both sides of his head were black, and shaved some. He had gauges in both his ears and blood was pretty much dripping from his neck. He was wearing a black short sleeve t shirt and jeans.

His nails were long and they dug into your skin as he settled his arms on your wrists.

"You don't remember me? From your lovely dream? Thanks for helping me out."

You couldn't speak. He kissed your cheek softly and his black nails stroke underneath your chin.

You whimper but don't move, almost as if you're hypnotized.

"Aren't you pretty y/n?" He hums as he places a kiss on your lips.

"I don't know who you are!!"

"You do. I've been here in your apartment ever since that last guy had me. He ended up dead. Don't remember him? The one who- "moved out?"

You tried to move back. You couldn't.  He was keeping you pinned. Soon enough he kissed your neck.

"I know you want this. I've been into your phone, into your lights, into everything is this small waste of a few rooms."

"That was you messing my lights earlier?" You squint.

"Of course."

He cups your cheeks and slides his tongue in your mouth. You wiggle some but soon grow tired.

"Y/N You're absolutely stunning..." He says ripping your shirt off and using his sharp teeth to gently dig into your flesh.

"Ouch!" You yelp softly.

"I wouldn't be doing this if you weren't horny for Sean's throbbing cock in the first place." He hummed.

"How....?"

"You think he didn't notice? The way you watch him everyday that he was alive and well. It drove you mad. You were soaking your panties all the time touching yourself just thinking of him."

You didn't want to look at him much at first but when you do you realize who he is.

"Sean...?"

"Not anymore. It's Anti now." He said as he clawed his way through your pants and panties.

You felt yourself throbbing between your legs, turned on my this man who looked exactly like your neighbor. Anti had you soaked, tossing and turning to make sure that you could hide the heat that was coming from you ended in no avail.

"Look at you. Needy. Practically begging for me to be inside you."

He bit your neck and traced your navel with his index finger. The sharp nail scrapping against your skin.

Anti begins to kiss down your neck leaving a slight black lip print exposed on your skin. He grins at you as you clench your eyes shut only to open them back up and see a now naked anti.

You bite your lip.

“You seem to like what you see.” He said as he positioned himself at your entrance, slowly pushing himself inside of you.

“All that fingering and you’re still so tight!” Anti lets out a venomous laugh.

You squirm as he pushes himself further inside of you, pushing and stretching your walls hungrily. As you are becoming a mess he seems unfazed.

After he gets all the way inside he pulls back out completely before pushing himself all the way in to the hilt.

“This feels good doesn’t it?” He says biting at your ear.

Anti tugs on your earlobe with his teeth as he feels you consume him.

You let out small pants and try to grab at him with your free hand but he doesn’t let you, instead he pins it back down.

“Tsk tsk. Who said you could touch me?” He cackles.

Once again kept bound you find yourself getting lost in ecstasy hungry for him to release his seed inside you.

“Anti!!” You can’t help but scream his name.

“Yes, louder.” He let’s out a few huffs in between thrusts that turn sloppy.

“Anti please!! I-I wanna cum!!” You beg.

“Aww, so soon princess?” He says pulling himself out completely before flipping you over to your stomach and reinserting himself.

He was thrusting harder and even more messier than before.

“Fuck Anti…” You would now found your arms tied above your head.

You weren’t uncomfortable and if you were you couldn’t tell. You kept thinking about him inside you, throbbing and pulsating in your wet walls as you felt yourself at the brink of climax.

���Anti!! Anti I’m cumming!!” You scream as you cum, releasing yourself on his cock.

In response, Anti whispered something in your ear and thrusted into you a few more times before cumming. Once he’s done he pulls out of you, watching you pant underneath him.

You felt yourself growing tired as his seed leaked out of you. A small moan escaping from your lips as you closed your eyes.

When you awaken in the morning, you’re in your bed as if you never got up. Your clothes were clean and the markings were gone. You were afraid but at the same time pleasured. You didn’t regret it, and you wish you could see him once again.

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