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winchesterfanatic1967 · 3 years

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Buried Alive

Pairings: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 980

Request for Anonymous- May I please request a angsty dean x reader one shot. They're already dating and she's been with them since they were kids. She gets buried alive during a hunt after getting separated from dean and Sam and it's a race against time to save her. Maybe if you want it it can include dean's pov?? Thank you so much.

Warnings- Being claustrophobic

You and the Winchesters have been a hunting team since you’ve been young. Your parents were killed by demons when you were little and John Winchester took you in as one of his own seeing you had nowhere else to go.

He taught you how to protect yourself, and all about monsters. You stuck around when Sam left for Stanford, and when John was killed. You have been the three musketeers for as long as you can remember.

You and Dean have been together since he came back from purgatory. He admitted that he had a crush on you during a drinking game, and when you had too much to drink you admitted your feelings back.

He was a sweet boyfriend, and you only butted heads when he was being too overprotective. Other than that, things were great between the two of you.

You and the boys were pretty sure you were on a rougarou hunt, you were just making sure you had the right information. After about an hour more of research your stomach growled.

“I’m going to go pick up some food, you boys want the usual?”

“Please.”

“Yes please. Be careful sweetheart.”

“Always am.”

You pecked Dean on the lips, and made your way to your car driving to the nearest fast food place. You were driving in silence when a figure appeared in the backseat.

“Hello lovely.”

You swerved to the right, gasping and turning around, nobody was there anymore. You sighed and screamed when Crowley appeared next to you.

“Relax kitten, I’m not going to bite. Unless you want me to.”

“What do you want Crowley?”

“Where is that angel of yours?” “Cas? I haven’t spoken to Cas in weeks.” You lied. You would never tell him where Cas was, Cas was your friend.

“I can sense the lies. He’s been stalling, I told him that when I saved his life he owed me and I expect him to be there when I need him. So far..nothing.”

“And that’s my problem because?”

“Because he’s yours and the Winchesters bitch.”

“I don’t know what to tell you. I don’t know where he is and neither do Sam and Dean. Now go away.”

“I don’t think so. I need you as leverage.” He snapped his fingers, and everything went black.

You woke up and it was pitch black. You tried to move but quickly realized you couldn’t. You started to panic, as you felt around and you were in a coffin.

“Help!” You yelled but you sounded hoarse. You coughed, and felt like you were going to suffocate. You were already claustrophobic, and this was not making it any better for you.

Meanwhile, Sam and Dean were worried sick. You’ve been gone for two hours, and you weren’t answering your phone.

“Hello boys.”

They quickly whipped out their guns and pointed it at Crowley.

“Oh put your toys away.”

“What the hell do you want?”

“Where is the angel?”

“I don’t know. He’s been MIA for weeks now.”

Even if they did know, they wouldn’t say anything. Cas was their brother.

“I figured you felt that way. That’s why I got your girlfriend as leverage.”

“What?” Dean asked.

“Your girlfriend is currently stuck in a predicament. If you tell me where the angel is, I’ll let her go.”

“Listen to me you son of a bitch,” Dean said as he got up in Crowley’s face, “If she’s hurt in any way, I will murder you.”

“Oh blah blah blah, Dean the typical I’ll kill you speech. It’s getting a little old.”

“We don’t know where Cas is Crowley. I’m being serious.” Sam said.

“You have 1 hour to find out, or the girlfriend dies. Clocks a ticking.”

And with that Crowley was gone, and the boys were panicking.

“CASTIEL!” Sam prayed to him, but nothing.

Dean’s Pov

I called him over, and over again. He just wasn’t picking up. Tears pricked my eyes as I thought about Y/n, I didn’t know what they did to her but I’m so scared that she’s hurt.

“Cas please,” I whispered “Crowley has Y/n, I don’t know what you owe him or whatever but please do something, I don’t want her to get hurt. I love her.”

A flutter of wings filled my ears as Cas was right in front of me.

“Hello.”

“Hello?! Are you serious!? I’ve been calling and calling and that’s all you have to say!?”

“My apologies, what do you mean that Crowley has Y/n?”

“He said that we have 1 hour to find you before Y/n dies. I don’t know what’s going on but you need to fix this.”

“I owe Crowley a few different things since he helped get me my wings back. I will be sure to fulfill his needs so we can get Y/n back.”

Meanwhile, you were crying. You were so scared, and you felt trapped. You didn’t think you were ever going to get out of there, when you were.

You gasped as you looked around the motel room. You were relieved to see the boys, and Cas standing there. Dean’s eyes widened and he ran to you and hugged you tightly. You both cried into each other's arms as you clung onto him tightly.

“I was in a coffin buried alive De, I thought I was going to die.”

“Shh, I’ve got you. You’re going to be ok.” He said, feeling terrible as he knows how claustrophobic you are.

“I apologize for your predicament Y/n, I’ll be sure to fulfill Crowley’s needs so he leaves you alone.”

You all sighed as he disappeared, and you leaned onto Dean’s shoulder. He kissed your forehead before the three of you got ready for bed. There was a rougarou to kill tomorrow, and then you wanted to go back to the bunker and never leave again.

#dean winchester #Dean x reader #dean fluff #dean imagine #supernatural #Jensen Ackles #castiel #sam winchester #crowley #dean angst #dean x y/n #dean winchester angst #dean winchester imagine #dean winchester fluff #dean x you #dean x reader imagine #dean x reader fluff

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nettles-bo-bettles · 3 years

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Two Plus Two Equals Five

Third Person POV: It had been three years since Marinette had moved to Gotham City to study design at Gotham Academy. As usual she went to one of her favorite coffee shops in Gotham so she could get some energy after pulling all nighters for the past month and just living off of coffee. After walking 6 blocks from her apartment she got to the coffee shop, Loca Mocha (Ty Sabs). She went inside and ordered her usual, a six shot latte with cream, whipped cream on top and salted caramel sauce drizzled across the top (idk if that would actually taste good but I don’t drink coffee so don’t mind me). She went to find a seat and was unsuccessful until she found a free table in the far back of the coffee shop, however, someone else was looking at the same table at the same time as her and they ended up bumping into each other while not paying attention and heading towards the same table.

“Sorry sorry, I’m insanely clumsy.”

“No it’s alright, I wasn’t looking where I was going.” “That makes two of us, I should’ve paid more attention. I’m Marinette by the way.”

“I should’ve paid more attention too. I’m Tim, it’s nice to meet you Marinette.”

“So I guess we both just had our eyes on the table huh?” “Yeah.”

“Should we just sit together then? There’s no other empty tables or seats.”

“That’d probably be easiest.”

“I have an order for a Marinette, six shot latte, with cream, whipped cream on top and salted caramel sauce drizzled on the top,” one of the baristas yelled. “I should go get that, I’ll be right back.”

‘She seems like an interesting person, I kind of want to get to know her’ Tim thought. Marinette came back to the table and sat down, Tim already had his coffee since he had ordered before Marinette came into the shop. Marinette was about to pull out her laptop to start working when Tim stopped her. She looked at him confused,

“I- I wanted to get to know you better before the both of us have to leave,” he said nervously.

“Oh, I supposed I understand that,” she said and put her laptop away.

“So, what are your hobbies?” Tim asked her.

“Well, I love designing. It's my passion and dream to be a designer and I’ve been doing it my whole life so I guess I could count that as a hobby. I also bake a lot, my parents are bakers so I’ve been taught by the pros,” she said, the last part with a joking tone.

“Those are a lot more interesting than my hobbies, all I do with my life is work and then work some more, get some coffee and sleep once a month,” Tim said jokingly.

“I’m sure you have more hobbies than that but okay.”

They continued to learn more about each other and got more and more interested in the other every second. Customers came and went and eventually it was 1pm. The tables were full again and another customer walked in, this time, however, Marinette and Tim watched them order. Marinette just happened to recognize the customer as Lê Chiến Kim. Kim ordered his drink and went to look for a table when someone caught his eye, Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

“Long time no see Mari-bitch.” Kim said to her, clearly trying to offend her though it didn’t work.

“Nice to see you too, Kim.” Marinette replied calmly.

“Still sending death threats to Lila?” Kim asked snottily.

“Still a sheep following around a liar with no evidence?” Marinette said smoothly.

“You still don’t believe Lila huh? You know she’s friends with the Waynes right? Plus she’s dating the youngest Wayne son and she could get 15 lawsuits put on you with a few words. All she’d have to do is tell her boyfriend that you sent her death threats and bullied her in highschool.” Kim said stupidly in front of the second youngest Wayne son.

“Hi, Kim right?” Tim said stepping in.

“Yeah? And what’s it to ya?” Kim replied in a rude tone.

“I’m Tim Drake, and I sure as hell think I’d know if my younger brother was dating a lying bitch. Damian is smart enough to avoid people like that and this ‘Lila’ person seems like a golddigger, my brother also isn’t the type to cheat on his boyfriend.” Tim said, glaring at Kim.

“What do you mean? You just said your last name is Drake, that’s not Wayne you dumbass.” Kim said, thinking he knows everything.

“The thing is Bruce Wayne, my adoptive father, has adopted all of his kids except for Damian and we all kept our last names. Damian is the only biological child of Bruce that we know of and he most definitely is not dating anyone named Lila, he’s dating Jonathan Kent. I would, however, like to know the last name of this Lila.” Tim said.

“Oh Lila’s name is Lila Rossi, I’m sure you’d love to meet her, you see she knows tons of celebrities and she even taught MDC how to design, though, MDC did steal some of Lila’s designs.” Kim said, completely oblivious to the fact that he just landed Liar Grossi- oops, I meant Lila Rossi about seventeen lawsuits.

“Thank you for the name, now if you don’t mind I’d prefer if you just leave.” Tim said.

Kim left and forgot about the coffee he ordered.

“So...what was that about?” Tim asked.

“Well, it’s kind of a long story…” Marinette responded.

“I’m willing to listen to any story coming from you no matter how long it is,” Tim said without thinking. (The amount of cheesiness in that sentence is the reason why it pained my soul to write that)

Marinette laughed, “Whatever you say.”

And so we start from the beginning of Sophomore year at Francois Dupont Highschool. (Idgaf if it’s a middle school)

“Well when I was in my freshman year of high school I had a pretty good year, I was class president, I was friends with everyone, had a crush on a guy I thought was nice, and thought that nobody would ever believe someone they just met over myself. Then, Sophomore year came around and there was an exchange student, Lila Rossi. She claimed to be best friends with one of Paris’s heroes, Ladybug, and my best friend was obsessed with Ladybug so she automatically became friends with Lila. I, however, knew that Lila wasn’t friends with Ladybug because I myself was friends with her and knew that she would never become friends with someone that easily. I confronted Lila about her Lies about Ladybug and a few other famous people but she ended up threatening me. She told me that she would take all my friends and make everyone hate me, she almost succeeded completely but I still have my friends Chloe, Nino, Kagami and Luka. She told everyone that I had bullied her and that I had sent her death threats, though, she had no proof and everyone believed her because she said she knew celebrities which meant she would always tell the truth to them, they didn’t need proof. They ended up bullying me to teach me a lesson in their words, one time I almost died, they beat me up and stabbed me in the stomach multiple times resulting in me going into a coma for months. Lila also told my biological parents these lies and sadly they believed all of them, when I tried to explain it to them they just ignored me and became distant with me, they ended up disowning me and my honorary uncle adopted me with his wife, I applied for a few colleges after I graduated and even though I was accepted to harvard something just called me to go to gotham academy instead so I did, I don’t regret it to this day, I’ve learned a lot more about design and myself than I would have learned at harvard or any other school. Plus, I found Loca Mocha and like- this place has amazing coffee, I could never say no to it.”

“Wow, you weren’t lying, that is a really long story. But it was an interesting one and one that made me want to murder whoever this Lila person is.”

They talked for a while more just talking about ways to murder Lila for just being a bitch. The one they decided on was to torture her and make her wish she were dead and then give her a very slow and painful death and then chop up her limbs, throw them into a volcano, collect her ashes from said volcano and place them in a separate galaxy. Eventually it was 7pm and they didn’t even realize the amount of time that had passed until one of the baristas asked them to leave as the coffee shop was closing.

“Um Ma’am? Sir? We’re closing up soon, I hate that I have to interrupt but it would probably be easiest if you guys left before we start closing up.” The barista said.

“Oh, sorry I guess we didn’t realize what time it is, we’ll get going now.” Marinette and Tim said at the same time.

The two collected their belongings and walked out of the coffee shop hand-in-hand. Eventually they got to a crossing point between Wayne Manor and Marinette’s apartment so they had to part ways, not before exchanging phone numbers of course. Tim told her to text him immediately once she got home so he knew that she got home safe.

Marinette got home about five minutes later and texted Tim once she unlocked her apartment door. She made herself some ramen for dinner and binge-watched Haikyuu. She was in the middle of watching Tadashi yell at Tsukishima about being more excited about winning when Tim texted her saying that he was home and asking if she wanted to meet at Loca Mocha again the next day. She, of course, said yes and told him she’d see him the next day. A few hours later, while Marinette was working on one of her projects at two in the morning, Tim texted her asking if she was awake. She texted him back once she saw it and asked him why he was awake.

Coffee Addict: I could say the same to you -_-

Workaholic: Well I have a reason to be awake, I’m working on design projects. What’s your excuse?

Coffee Addict: Insomnia. Work. Patrol. Coffee.

Coffee Addict: Ignore the patrol part.

Workaholic: You’re a coffee addicted insomniac obsessed with getting their work done and you’re a hero?

Coffee Addict: ...you just met me yesterday you shouldn’t be able to know me that well.

Workaholic: I’m good at reading people.

Coffee Addict: Damn

Workaholic: You should be asleep, go to sleep

Coffee Addict: I have patrol tonight though. Workaholic: Ask someone to cover for you because someone you met at a coffee shop who also happens to be a sleep deprived insomniac is telling you to sleep.

Coffee Addict: Fine but only if you agree to go to sleep too.

Workaholic: Okay :)

Coffee Addict: I got my sister to cover for patrol for me.

Workaholic: Now sleep then

Coffee Addict: Fineeeeeeeee

After a few minutes of back and forth telling each other to sleep they both said goodnight and went to bed.

~Time skip brought to you by who gives a shit~

Marinette woke up at 8am as usual and got ready to meet Tim. She wore her hair down and wavy, put on some light makeup, some black doc marten combat boots, light wash ripped jean shorts and a black crop top. Once she was ready she left to go to Loca Mocha. Time woke up at 7:30 am, a little later than usual. He got up and styled his hair, put on some jeans, a plain t-shirt tucked into his jeans, and white converse hightops. He went downstairs to get some breakfast from Alfred when everyone looked at him weirdly.

“Are you guys okay... “ Tim asked.

“Tim- what are you wearing? Why are you dressed up casually instead of your usual work suit? WHAT IS GOING ON?!?! WHY DON’T YOU HAVE COFFEE? WHY DO YOU LOOK AWAKE AND SANE?!?!” Jason asked, starting to think that he was drugged.

“Oh well yesterday I met this girl at Loca Mocha and I spent the entire day getting to know her and last night at two in the morning I asked if she was awake and she made me go to sleep after I asked Cass to cover for me on patrol. I’m meeting with her again today.” Tim explained in a hurry to get to the coffee shop.

“You landed a girl who can get you to sleep- how the hell did that happen?” Jason asked.

“I’m still not completely sure myself. But I’m glad I met her.” Tim replied with a smile.

Everyone else in the room just stared at Tim expectantly.

“What?”

“When do we get to meet her???”

“UM- NEVER THANK YOU VERY MUCH!!!”

“YOU CAN’T DO THAT!!”

“Oh yes I can and I will.” Tim said and walked out of the manor.

When Tim got to the coffee shop he waited for Marinette, at 8:15 she texted him and told him she was on her way, Tim realized he might have gotten there a little earlier than he had to. He waited for a while knowing she would probably get there around 8:30. By the time it was 8:40 he started to get worried but stayed put just in case, once it was 9:00 he couldn’t help it, he got up and started walking towards her apartment, once he got there he looked for her and asked people if they saw anyone who looked like her until he turned his head to an alleyway and was horrified at what he saw…

Hehehehehehe I’ve always wanted to do that. I swear I never knew how fun it could be. Anyways that’s it for the first chapter, I hope you enjoyed it.

Page count: I’m too lazy to check.

Day Posted: 04/23/21

Word Count: 2380

#lettuce #timari #two plus two equals five #first chapter #L e t t u c e #Lettuce supremacy

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ad1thi · 3 years

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2020 fic recs!! [Part 1]

this idea was stolen from @iam93percentstardust cuz i just,,,thought that this year was absolute shit and it would be nice to make a fic rec list of fics from this year that helped me through it. this will be over a range of fandoms and ships, but all fics were written this year.

fics are ordered by the month they were published. ive tried to keep to five fics per month, but this is not obviously all the fics ive read that month - i just didn’t want to make this insanely long.

im releasing the first half of this on the 1st of December, and the second half on the 1st of January 2021 - because otherwise it would just get so long (and also so i will actually have fics for December)

happy reading!! hopefully you find fics on this you haven’t read yet

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January

The cat is mighty dignified (until the dog comes by): @five-wow

Steve and Danny find them on the pillow in the corner of the dining area, where Eddie is on his side, ass half on the floor because the pillow is more cat-sized than lab-sized, and Pickles is nestled between Eddie’s front legs, essentially being spooned and looking very I-got-the-cream about it. Pickles’ head is tucked into the crook of Eddie’s neck and Eddie’s head slots perfectly on top of Mr. Pickles’, like a furry jigsaw puzzle.

“They’re cuddling,” Steve points out, unnecessarily.

Or: There is a love story unfolding under the McGarrett roof.

Captain ‘Socialist Rage Muffin’ America: @baffledkingcomposinghallelujah

It takes three months of dating Steve Rogers for Tony to understand why Aunt Peggy once shot at him in sheer frustration.

Alternately titled, Honey, I committed treason again.

The Best Laid Plans (Of Mice and Men): @arboreal-elm-ash-oak

His Dark Materials AU

It was Annalise who noticed their small visitor first.

“Tony,” the spider daemon said softly, skittering up the collar of his dress shirt, two of her eight legs resting delicately against his cheek, “Don’t startle them, but I believe we have a guest. Look, by the coffee table.”

Fourteen Million to One: @tunastorks

Six months after Thanos, six months after Tony’s death, six months after Steve returns to his own timeline, Tony Stark turns up on their doorstep.

Brewed Awakening: @iam93percentstardust

Two years after he comes out of the ice, Steve is drifting through life. On his teammate's recommendation, he decides to go back to school where he meets the grandson of an old friend. He finds happiness with Tony but Steve won't be in Boston forever and someone is out to hurt the Starks. Will Steve and Tony be able to reach their happily ever after?

February

the young, the reckless and the foolish: @bruciewayne

In most universes, they don't know each other, not in the slightest, or they hate each other, in a way that's perfectly logical for anyone who were to find themselves in a similar situation.

In this one, they've known each other since they were four years old and naively idealistic.

This is them over the years, against the odds.

a giant sign: @areiton

“Think you can get him to open the weapons division up again?” his CO asks, his voice hungry and Rhodey laughs because this--

“No. Tony hung up his weapons.”

“That’s not what the suit says,” his CO objects, and Rhodey shrugs.

Tony has always had rules, rules he expects the entire world to live by.

And then there was Rhodey, slipping under them.

my heart is driftwood, floating down your coast: @nethandrake

Tonight, there’s a stranger in his backseat. That’s not unusual.

He’s also sad. That’s not unusual either.

What is unusual is that the stranger is silent.

(One night, a stranger enters Steve's taxi. Nothing is the same again.)

Just A Cold: @/delighted

There’s a new text waiting for him. It’s from Steve of course, and it’s vaguely threatening as most messages from Steve are these days. Still Danny ignores it, and now he’s really playing with fire. Maybe it’ll burn the cold out of him.

Or, Danny’s sick, and Steve can’t stay away. The usual comfort fluff. With a little cameo from a gently meddling Grace.

An Unexpected Guide: @/Rachel500

Danny Williams has hidden his Guide status to keep being a detective, but his time of hiding is up when he unexpectedly finds his Sentinel, Steve McGarrett in the midst of a tragedy.

March

Why don’t we (Collide the spaces that divide us): @five-wow

When they finally catch sight of each other again through the milling crowds, they’re both a little worse for wear. Danny’s left side is covered in glitter and every time he brushes a hand over his hair, more blue and purple confetti rains down. Steve is- Well, Steve is randomly shirtless, which is all things considered not excessively remarkable, but he’s also covered in smudges of colorful paint and has a very nicely printed bloodred lipstick kiss mark on his cheek.

“What did you do?” Danny asks, because it looks like Steve had a lot more fun than he did.

Or: Steve and Danny accidentally end up in the middle of something entirely new.

A Little Unsteady: @finduilasclln

Written for the Tumblr prompt meme : "Hey! I was gonna eat that!"

Tony lashes out at Bucky for eating his dessert. Only, it really isn't about the dessert.

a national treasure: @starklysteve

Steve isn't looking for an apple and Tony decides his passion is to inspire young souls. -x- OR: the AU where Tony is a Youtuber and Steve is Captain America and somehow they still save the world together.

April

cycle through: @ambivalentmarvel

Twenty-five years ago, Tony Stark disappeared from his family home a month after the tragic deaths of his parents, Howard and Maria Stark, leaving a billion-dollar tech conglomerate without an heir and the world wondering what happened.

Twenty-three years ago, HYDRA gained another super soldier.

Ten years ago, Peter Parker’s parents died in what is ruled as a home invasion gone wrong but he knows was murder, plain and simple, because he spoke to the killer.

And in the present, Project Insight fails, and the Iron Soldier pays the price.

FOREVER-LOVE YOU-I: @/Eudoxia

Tony Stark is twenty-one when he loses his voice. It shouldn't matter, but in a world where the first words your Soulmate says to you are marked on your skin, it can be pretty damn annoying.

Especially for Tony's soulmate.

Companion piece to my fic Thumb, Index, and Pinky Extended. This is Steve's POV, with a few extra scenes, as a treat.

(Edit: Sorry if you guys get multiple notifications for this. I just realized (about two hours after posting it) that I fucked up the grammar in the title and I HAD to fix it. YOLO, I guess.)

come build a home out of me: @maguna-stxrk

Steve clears his throat.

“What if I went with you?” he asks nonchalantly, like his heart isn’t threatening to beat out of his ribcage.

Tony blinks a few times, looking at Steve, his mouth ajar. “As a— As my date?”

“Yeah.” Steve nods, feeling a little breathless.

“You don’t mind?” Tony furrows his eyebrows.

“I don’t. In fact, you can just tell them I’m your boyfriend. I’m sure they’ll back off, wouldn’t they?”

What.

“I— Huh?” Tony stares at him, brown eyes blown wide open.

What. What. What.

“Huh? Uh, I mean— You know, that way people will see that you have definitely moved on. Monica will see that you have moved on. Right?” Steve smiles, hoping that it masks his inner panic, because what?

Steve Rogers, what have you done?

i don’t have a choice (but i’d still choose you): @nethandrake

There’s a name inked onto his chest, a name written in an all-too familiar scrawl. And it’s— It’s—

Steve doesn’t realize his body is quaking until he’s tracing the tattoo with a shaky finger.

Because of course that is the name etched into the skin. Like a brand, a reminder for everything he has done. An appropriate retribution.

Anthony Edward Stark.

(When Thanos snaps half of the universe away, he unknowingly leaves the other half with soulmarks.)

ua haʻalele ʻoe iaʻu (a ua hoʻomālamalama ʻoe iaʻu): @just-fandomthings

"The truth is, I was shot in the chest and nearly died, and not even three days after I was released from the hospital, you up and left-- and of those two, I'm not sure which one hurt me worse!"

(Coda to 10x22 because come on, we all need a better ending than the one given to us.)

Title loosely translates to: "You left me in the dark (you lit me up)" -- inspired by the brilliant song "Say You Won't Let Go" by James Arthur

May

A Piece Of The Past: @hddnone

It had been so many years since Bucky had gone undercover in the Stark family's mob, he thought he'd gotten away clean.

Then Tony Stark slid into the seat across from him at his breakfast diner, and Bucky's boss has a new case for him.

the privilege of loving you: @starklysteve

“Why won’t you let me touch you?”

It’s a desperate plea, half-shouted and half-whispered, Steve’s voice cracking at the end. Tony stops in his tracks, halfway to the stairs. He doesn’t dare to turn back, and he really doesn’t want to fight, or to leave, to spend the last month of his life away from his husband and their son. But Steve can’t know, can he?

-x-

Or: Tony has palladium poisoning, but he doesn't tell Steve and Peter

your pillow feels so soft now (but still you must advance): @firebrands

When Bruce is 13, he decides to go to boarding school. It's an opportunity for him to learn about other people, and how to interact with them.

Bruce has the misfortune of meeting Tony Stark upon his arrival in Roxbury. Bruce is moving into his room, and Tony opens the door of his room to watch. He looks a bit younger than Bruce, hair wild and eyes bright. Bruce has never seen a boy like him before—handsome and confident.

Bruce doesn’t like it.

IMPORTANT: This fic has them meeting at 14, then progresses slowly until they’re 17. Includes underage drinking and kissing.

This is set before Bruce becomes Batman and Tony becomes Iron Man and I have no explanation as to how or why they just DO Canonically, Bruce is 17 when he finishes school and goes around the world to train, so we're sticking with that

The Real MVP: @sword-and-stars (part of a series)

[“I have saved this Tuesday!” Sokka announces, rattling the bag upon reentry.

Zuko doesn’t even look up from his phone as he deadpans, “It’s Thursday.”

Okay, so Sokka is still having trouble getting his days right without checking. At least he’s gone back to sleeping at night! Going to bed at night is way easier when you have a cute, cuddly boyfriend who starts falling asleep around eleven o’clock. It also helps that he and Zuko are on solid gold butt-touching terms.

It’s been a while since Sokka has been on butt-touching terms with someone and it’s amazing.]

Or,

Sokka knows a guy, gets laid, and introduces Zuko to the merits of an afternoon delight.

When is a bed not a bed? (When you’re not in it): @riotwritesthings

There’s a tiny safe house, with one tiny window and one tiny couch.

And one tiny little bed.

June

Nice Fingers: @anthonyed

A single compliment given by Tony stirs Bucky restless until he caves in and asks him out on a date.

With Steve’s help of course (whether he likes it or not).

The Darkest Touch: @starkrogerrs

This is the story of how Steve finds that it has been ordained that he is to marry a monster he cannot resist aka the God of Love himself, Tony.

It's Cupid x Psyche retold, but with thrice the amount of porn.

The Night Shift: @weethreequarter

Welcome to the Emergency Department of San Antonio General where Dr. Tony Stark joins the team fresh from his most recent tour in Afghanistan and - much to the consternation of the other staff - strikes up an instant rapport with Nurse Steve Rogers. Meanwhile, new resident Bruce Banner refuses to give up on his patient, and Dr. Sharon Carter learns something from her own patients. Throw in a pissed off hospital administrator, Clint using the coffee pot as a mug again, and a major car crash and you have, well, just another night shift.

Wind Beneath My Wings: @iam93percentstardust

Sam first meets Tony Stark in 2005 when he joins the EXO-7 Falcon program.

In jest: @/apathyinreverie

“No, babe,” Danny shakes his head with a grin. “If the apocalypse were to go down while I’m elsewhere for some godforsaken reason, then you stay put and I’m coming to wherever you are.” His grin widens. “And I expect you to have cleared any aliens or zombies or whatever else might be messing with us off the island and to have set up a nice, comfortable military dictatorship for us to rule over by the time I get back.”

It’s a joke.

Of course it’s a joke.

Until it isn’t.

(A the-day-after-tomorrow-style apocalypse AU, where the world decides to end right when Danny is visiting one of the other islands with Grace. Because, of course, it does.)

#adi's rec list #mcdanno #stevetony #buckytony #brucetony #rhodeytony #zukka #samtony #january - june #there's so many different ships on this #and different authors #and it spans three fandoms #so hopefully you guys enjoy this!!

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91percentpynch · 3 years

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false god - kevaaron au pt 5

long time no see because i was in a writing block and that sucks but i‘m back and ready to break our hearts <33 thanks to argyro for helping me figuring out what happens here

i listened to false god by taylor swift cuz the angst??? love it!!! anygays this is from kevin‘s pov, i hope it makes sense and i hope you like it <33 stay safe, drink some water and always remember only racists, trump supporters, transphobes and homophobes skip meals!!

to check out the other parts click here

Aaron wasn‘t gone for too long when Kevin‘s phone rang

He didn‘t have the energy to pick it up, just to stare it down as if some kind of magic or his sheer will power would make it stop, let him be alone with his thoughts

But obviously that didn‘t work, it never did

The phone kept ringing, slowly driving the striker mad, slowly taking his sanity.

It would be the fifth or sixth missed call that would make him get up to answer the phone

„KEVIN HI NICKY HERE, LISTEN I TRIED TO CALL YOU FOR THE PAST HALF HOUR OR SO BUT AARON‘S IN THE HOSPITAL AND I CAN‘T GET THERE UNTIL LIKE TOMORROW AND ANDREW DOESN‘T ANSWER HIS PHONE EITHER AND HE WOULD TAKE LIKE HOURS TO GET THERE AS WELL CAN YOU PLEASE GO TO HIM SO HE DOESN‘T HAVE TO BE ALONE I DON‘T KNOW WHAT HAPPENED PLEASE, KEVIN I NEVER ASKED FOR ANYTHING FROM YOU PLEASE JUST GO AND MAKE SURE MY SON IS OKAY“

„Nicky? Hi to you too. You do realize he isn‘t my responsibility and that he broke up with me and that I don‘t really have to go there. I don‘t own him shit. He made my life miserable. He probably deserves whatever happened to him“ was what Kevin wanted to answer, was probably what he was supposed to say. But deep down he knew it was not true, that Aaron never ruined his life. Made it better, made it it bareable. Made it worth living, not just existing. Made it more than Exy and Vodka.

After a few moments of silence that felt like an enterinity Kevin settled for a simple: „Which hospital?“

„OH DIO MIO GRACIAS, MUCHAS GRACIAS. ESTÁ EN EL CHICAGO HOSPITAL“, Nicky replied in Spanish. Something the Latino only did when he was either very emotional, very drunk, very angry or all at once.

Kevin didn‘t have it in him to tell Nicky that he still did not speak Spanish, he understood the hospital and that was enough. For now.

„I‘m on my way, call you later and Nicky? He‘s going to be fine. It‘s not your fault. You‘re a great mother to them, the best I‘ve ever had the pleasure to meet. Now calm down, go to Erik and take a nap. You don‘t have to come, he‘s with us. We got this. Do you want to talk to Jeremy while I go to check up on Aaron?“

„Sí“, was all Nicky had to say. Voice thick with tears.

„JER CAN YOU TALK TO NICKY AARON‘S IN THE HOSPITAL I‘M GOING THERE“, Kevin shouted into the flat.

„Absoloutly“, Jeremy replied and took the phone from Kevin.

„Mi corazón, escúchame“, was the last thing Kevin heard as it hit him. Aaron was in the hospital. Right after Kevin refused to listen to him, right after Kevin refused to let him explain himself. It was Kevin‘s fault. If Aaron died, he would have killed him. He was basically a murderer. His breathing came out uneven, his lungs didn‘t get enough air. He knew that he needed to breathe, but breathing was hard and he was weak.

Jean noticed Kevin having a panic attack when he came to check up on him. „Day, listen to me. Breathe. In... And out... In.... And out... In... And out“

Kevin‘s breathing got better, slowly but steadily.

„It‘s my fault“, the striker whispered.

„It‘s not, Kevin. It is not your fault. If you don‘t want to go there, you don‘t have to. He is not your responsibility“

„Hypothetically if Jeremy was to break up with you and you‘re hurt and sad and blame him for your misery when it‘s more the lack of him that makes you feel that way and his sister or brother or mother or whoever would call you and hysterically asked you to go look after him cause his family is stuck on another continent and the only other person who could call refuses to take the phone cause they‘re too busy doing their boyfriend, would you not go cause he is not your responsibility anymore? Because Aaron is my Jeremy. Just like Jer saved your life and made you see that live is indeed worth living, Aaron showed me the same“

„I don‘t think I would surive Jeremy leaving me, you‘ve always been stronger than me. Should I give you a ride?“, Jean whispered.

„It‘s not a thing of strenght Jean, it‘s an addiction. It used to be alcohol that made me forget, made me feel light and free and carefree. I drank and drank until I couldn‘t live without it anymore. And then I met Aaron, I tasted him, I smelled him and he chose me. Me? What did I have to offer him? A boy broken and raised by Exy. All I can offer is Exy. Nothing more. Until he made me see that it was wrong, that I am more than that. And he might have broken my heart and yes I might still love him even though he will never feel the same but I cannot not go there. I have to. I have to be there for them, the way he was always there for me“

„Get your things, we‘re going to the hospital“, Jean replied, unable to put his emotions into words.

So Jean and Kevin left for the hospital while Jeremy tried to calm Nicky down with softly whispered Spanish words.

As they arrived at the hospital Kevin stormed in there.

„Aaron Minyard“, was all he was able to say. Too many memories were connected with hospitals. Too many memories he would much rather just forget.

„Name?“, the nurse said in a bored tone.

Kevin just put a finger on his cheek.

„Kevin Day? I can‘t let you to him, only family and spouses“

„What if I sign something, we take a nice selfie and you tell me where he is. You see I‘m basically family. I‘m the closest and the others can‘t be here until at least tomorrow evening and we don‘t want the poor guy to be all alone and confused, do we?“, Kevin said with his press smile and shining eyes. He knew the charme he had on females. It was just not useful for him as he never really was into that. He never was into anyone but Aaron, to be fair.

„I could lose my job for that“, the nurse replied, her eyes wandering from his eyes to his lips and up again.

„I‘m sure I can offer you something that will you let me to go see him“, Kevin replied with a wink, being disgusted by himself that he even thought about all the possiblities this woman could ask him to do with her.

„Room 21, second floor, station E. You clearly care about him, if anyone asks it wasn‘t me“, she smiled at him. „Besides I always liked Moreau more, I‘m sure we can think of something to do while you are with the boy“

„Sorry“, Kevin whispered to Jean as he ran down the aisle trying to figure out where Aaron was.

The hostpital was a mess of busy nurses and angry doctors, but nothing could stop a determinded Kevin Day. No one. Not even Andrew Minyard.

After what felt like forever he made it to the room, kicked the door open and walked with three long strides to Aaron.

„You fucking idiot, what have you done?“, he whisper-shouted, holding back tears while taking in Aaron‘s sorry state.

„I don‘t need your fucking pity“, Aaron replied, exhausted.

„Did you tell them you can‘t have morphine? Because you might relapse, i mean you already did but we don‘t want it to get worse. And this is not pity, this is Nicky yelling at me in Spanish cause you‘re in the hospital and he‘s in Germany and I‘m the closest to you and he does not want his son to be alone“

„Andrew didn‘t care to come, did he?“, Aaron whispered into his pillow.

„Andrew does care about you he‘s just shit at showing it, that fucking asshole“, Kevin replied softly. „C‘mon what have you done Minyard?“

„Car accident, not that it‘s any of your fucking business“

„How are you?“

„Fucking great, I should let a truck drive into me more often. Very freeing. Very calming“, Aaron said sarcastically, avoiding Kevin‘s eyes.

„A truck. Drove into you?“, shock made Kevin‘s Irish accent stronger.

„Not that you would care“, Aaron‘s voice was barely more than a whisper as he turned around, back to Kevin.

„Aaron first of all I can see you naked ass and not that I wouldn‘t mind the view and I‘ve seen it often enough but the nurses don‘t have to see that too. And secondly of course I care. I always did. Always will“

Blushing Aaron turned back towards Kevin.

„Why wouldn‘t you listen to me if you care so much? You‘re exactly like like Andrew, you guys only ever care when I‘m about to die or do something that doesn‘t sit right with you. Never about me as a person. The conecept about me maybe, but me? Me as a person? No one cares about that“

„You are Aaron Minyard. Born on the 4th of November, 8:31:45 am. You grew up in California in the house next to Nicky. Nicky and you were always close and you didn‘t have many friends because of your mom. Your mom might have abused her and I might hate her for that but you still love her and I get that because on some fucked up level I still care about Riko. You are allergic to cats, peanuts and house dust. You have a freckle right on your right hip, under your navel, from under your left eye over to the nose to the corner of your right eye. You like it when you are hold when you can‘t sleep but you hate showing affection in public. You were 13 when you started exy, because it gave you an escape, but you had to stop because the bruises from your mother‘s beating got to obvious. So you started getting into medicine. You borrowed every single book on medicine you could find and read it at night, always hidden from your mom. You had to have straight As or the beatings would be worse. Your mom did go out to have ice cream with you when it was especially bad. That‘s why you hate ice cream so much, especially vanillia because it was her favourite. Your secret hobby is skating. You feel free when you do it. You want to live at the coast, but not close to Cali, never back to Cali. You want Andrew to notice you and you hate how easily he let Neil in because obviously deserve it more and I get that. You tried drugs to escape, to see what was the appeal. Your uncle never helped you but he brainwashed you into believing he did. You grew up very religous and in an extraordinary homophobic household, you watched your cousin and only friend getting shipped away because he was different, not right, so you confinced yourself you were different. Heterosexual. When in reality you knew since you were 15 that you preferred guys. You liked girls as well. At least you thought but it‘s so much more complicated. Actually it isn‘t. You‘re asexual, you do however like the feeling of sex. You think the process is disgusting, but you still like the feeling. It has to be the right person though. It doesn‘t matter wether it‘s a boy or a girl or something else entierly, all that matters are the feelings the person makes you feel. It took you years to accept that you are not wrong, that you wouldn‘t have to go away like Nicky. You apologized to Nicky. You thought you had to be against their relationships, because that‘s what they made you believe. Old habits die hard. But you got over it and I am very proud of you. You sleep with a teddybear or with another person that cuddles you because the thought of being alone scares the living crap out of you. Your favourite flowers are sunflowers because yellow is a happy color. You hate sweets, you prefer salty snacks. You prefer coffee black, like your sould. You use sarcasm and humor as your coping mechanism. You stole my history books because you love history as well. You also love art but you don‘t think you are good enought to become an artist. You would love to work at Jean‘s studio but you are afraid to ask. You and Jean used to be friends but you cut him off and isolated yourself because your anxities and insecurities took over you again. Sometimes you have depressive episodes, in these you crave drugs more than normally. You want to stop it, you really do but somehow your brain tries to tell you you need it. You would love to have five dogs. An Irish Red Setter, an Irish Wolfhound, a poodle a big one though, a labrador and a golden retriever. You also want to adopt at least two kids. You don‘t want any child to go through what you had to go through or Andrew. So don‘t you dare tell me I never cared for you. Because I do. I listen when you tell me things. I remember every single time you came to me, black out drunk, crying and telling me you‘re worthless. Because every single time I wanted to tell you you aren‘t. You are a wonderful human being and I don‘t understand why I wasn‘t enough for you to stay but I will not let you tell me I never cared about you. Because that‘s some fucking bullshit“

Kevin didn‘t even notice the tears running down his cheeks. It‘s been a while since he was that emotional, since he let his walls down and dared to show emotions.

„You really did listen“, was all Aaron had to say.

„Why wasn‘t I enough for you?“, Kevin replied, voice thick of tears, Irish accent strong.

#all for the game #the foxhole court #the raven king #the king’s men #kevin day #aaron minyard #ship: kevaaron #kevaaron

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taeyongdoyoung · 4 years

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summary: you are a mermaid and you save a handsome man from drowning but little do you know it’s not his first rodeo when dealing with mermaids. seonghwa, a former prince, is currently hongjoong’s first mate and boyfriend. hongjoong is the captain, the pirate king of the most savage crew across the seas. and you want nothing to do with them. not because they’re pirates, but because they’re humans...

ship: mermaid!reader x prince/pirate!seonghwa x pirate!hongjoong

genre: little mermaid!au, pirate!au, angst, romance, fantasy

author’s note: seonghwa is loosely based on prince eric because let’s be honest, hwa is an actual prince; hongjoong is loosely based on captain hook (the once upon a time one); reader is veeeeery loosely based on ariel, i guess

warnings: suicide mentions, murder, drowning

word count: 2.1k

chapter two ☠️ chapter three ☠️ chapter four ☠️ chapter five ☠️ chapter six ☠️ chapter seven ☠️ chapter eight ☠️ chapter nine ☠️ chapter ten ☠️ chapter eleven ☠️ chapter twelve ☠️ chapter thirteen ☠️ spotify playlist

You were swimming across the sea without a worry in the world when you spotted a man in the near distance. He was obviously in trouble because he was screaming for help and was possibly on the verge of drowning.

You could see that he was a skilled swimmer because he was still fighting against the odds but judging from the swirling water around him, the problem was of a different nature. He’d gotten caught in a very dangerous whirlpool. You could see a giant ship further away but unfortunately, it would be impossible for anyone to come in time to help the drowning man.

You sighed to yourself because you had been warned against getting involved with humans. You didn’t want to end up like your distant cousin who’d been turned into sea foam, because of her feelings for a human. But you couldn’t exactly watch someone die right in front of you. So, you swam towards the drowning man.

Once you reached him, he’d already been submerged under the blue. You dived right into the whirlpool fearlessly and grabbed his sleeve, pulling him towards the surface. He was pretty heavy but you did your best to save him. As soon as you had gotten him out of the whirlpool, you began swimming towards the giant ship, hoping the other humans would take him off your plate. By the time you reached it, the man had regained consciousness.

“Did you just…save me?” he asked quietly.

“Don’t mention it,” you responded.

“Can I know the name of my saviour?” the man inquired.

You didn’t reply and just kept knocking on the wooden lower half of the ship, hoping the other humans would take him in so that you would get rid of any unnecessary human drama.

“That won’t work,” he chuckled and started screaming, “Yah, Joong, come get me, you ass!”

“Wait, you know someone on this ship?” you asked in confusion.

“Duh, I fell from here. Well, I got thrown out, more specifically.”

“Why would you want to come back, then?” you were even more confused.

“It was as a joke. I bet they didn’t expect me to fall into a whirlpool,” the man explained.

“Ah, I see.”

You were suddenly interrupted by a man on the ship who was rushing to help.

“Oh my God, Hwa, I’m so sorry!” he threw a rope into the sea and the man you’d saved grabbed it.

“Are you coming? I need to properly thank you for saving my life.”

“I c-can’t,” you whispered and looked down apologetically. The man still hadn’t realized what exactly had saved him.

When he finally noticed your tail, his eyes widened in shock.

“I have to go,” you murmured quickly and dived back into the sea.

“W-wait,” the drowning man spoke but it was too late. You were already gone.

☠️☠️☠️

Seonghwa’s POV

I climbed up the rope and was greeted by the captain’s tight hug.

“Dude, are you okay?” Hongjoong asked me in a worried voice. “What happened?”

“I’m fine. I swam away for a bit because I was mad at you for throwing me overboard as a joke. I didn’t expect to fall into a bloody whirlpool.”

Hongjoong shook his head.

“I didn’t mean for any of this to happen, you have to know how sorry I feel. I was so worried…”

I smiled fondly.

“Yeah, you should have thought about that before throwing my ass-“

“Who was she?” Hongjoong interrupted.

“She…saved me. I think she was a mermaid,” I informed him.

Hongjoong stared at me in disbelief.

“Mermaids aren’t real, man.”

“I saw her tail, Joong. She was very much real. And remember that story about the prince from the kingdom nearby?”

“It’s just that,” Hongjoong argued with me. “A story. Not real.”

I disagreed with him.

“I know what I saw, man.”

“You must be exhausted,” Hongjoong thought I was making this up. And it was honestly frustrating that he didn’t believe me.

“Didn’t you see her? She was right there!” I was beginning to get aggravated.

��It was just you, Hwa. You swam back on your own.”

“But…you just asked me who she was?!”

“No, I didn’t,” Hongjoong denied his own words. “You should get some sleep.”

Well, he was right about one thing. I was on my last legs and needed to go to bed immediately.

“Fine. But we’ll talk more about it tomorrow,” I said, determined to get to the bottom of it.

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Hongjoong’s POV

Okay, so maybe I lied. I had indeed seen the mermaid. But in my defense, I was trying to protect Seonghwa. Everyone knew the story about the mermaid who had given up her life to be with a human prince. Everyone knew she was eventually turned into sea foam. But nobody knows what really happened to the prince after that. When he found out what had happened to the mermaid, he was overwhelmed with grief and ended up killing himself. I didn’t want anything bad to happen to my first mate, my best friend, Seonghwa. I didn’t want to risk him falling for a mermaid. I didn’t want to lose him. But I had a feeling he wasn’t going to let this go.

The next day, of course, proved me right.

“Hey, Captain, we heard you almost killed our beloved first mate last night,” Wooyoung said casually during breakfast.

I gave him a deadly glare to shut him up.

“Yeah, Cap, what’s that about?” San, the treacherous son of a bitch quickly defended his boyfriend’s stance. “Hwa told us you threw him overboard and then he was saved by a mermaid!”

I frowned at Seonghwa for being so quick to share everything with the crew.

“Relax, guys,” Hwa laughed easily. “Joong didn’t mean to kill me. But the mermaid part is very much real,” he pointedly stared at me.

“Just drop this already, will you?” I scolded him, exasperated by this whole mermaid story.

“Damn, I wish I was awake to see that!” Yeosang chimed in eagerly.

I rolled my eyes.

“She had really long hair and her tail was glowing. She was really beautiful,” Seonghwa spoke dreamily, which was making me even angrier.

“Yah, you must have not seen a girl in too long,” I couldn’t take it any longer. Mermaid this, mermaid that, it was too annoying! “She wasn’t that beautiful!”

“Ha!” Seonghwa laughed triumphantly. “I knew it! You saw her too, didn’t you? You were lying last night!”

Fuck. I’d exposed myself. The crew looked at us suspiciously, assessing the situation.

“Fine, I saw her,” I confessed reluctantly. “Will you let it go now? Mermaids are nothing but trouble.”

“And us, pirates aren’t?” Seonghwa scoffed sarcastically. “Just admit you’re jealous.”

“Ooh, Mom and Dad are fighting!” Wooyoung snickered, which earned a couple of quiet chuckles from Yeosang and San. These little bastards were living for drama.

Seonghwa and I gave them an angry look simultaneously, which immediately shut them up.

“Not jealous, just worried. You don’t know the full story about that prince…” I started.

Hwa’s brows furrowed.

“You said it was just a story,” Seonghwa called me out on my bullshit once again.

“I’ll tell you everything. But not in front of the kids.”

“Come ooooon,” Wooyoung whined. “We’re old enough to know!”

I shook my head and grabbed Seonghwa’s hand, pulling him away.

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Seonghwa’s POV

“What do you mean the prince killed himself?” I asked in horror. “I thought the asshole lived happily ever after with some princess.”

“That’s what his parents want you to believe. They were too ashamed to let the world know the truth,” Hongjoong explained patiently.

“And how do you know the truth?” I eyed Joong in suspicion.

“Because I am the one who found his body and buried him.”

“That’s…impossible, Joong,” I argued passionately, because he only knew part of the story. He didn’t even realize I knew more than he did.

“Why? Because you want to believe in fairy tales?” Hongjoong was growing tired by my stubbornness to drop this subject.

“No, because I am the prince from that story,” I finally told him what nobody else on that ship knew.

“You’re delusional,” Hongjoong laughed. “I buried the prince. And he looked nothing like you.”

“That’s what I wanted people to believe,” I said coldly, paraphrasing his earlier words. “I’ll tell you everything if you promise not to ask any questions until I’m finished. Can you do that for me?”

Hongjoong nodded unwillingly.

“Once upon a time, I was travelling with my parents, the king and queen, across the sea. But after a fight with them, similar to my fight with you yesterday, I foolishly jumped into the sea. But I was younger, then, not at all skilled at swimming. I began to drown. Until a mermaid saved me. We fell in love at first sight and spent a week together in a secret bay. She promised she’d find a way to turn her tail into legs so that she would be with me. I believed her and returned to my parents. When she found me again in the castle, she had lost her voice. It didn’t matter to me and I promised I’d marry her. But my parents were strongly against it. They wanted to get rid of her. So, they bribed the sea witch with treasures and turned my love into sea foam. The stories are all lies. My mermaid didn’t die because I didn’t love her back. She died because I did. When I found out what my parents had done, I was so miserable I considered ending my life. But I knew I had to live for her, I wanted to avenge her death. So, I tricked the sea witch. I told her she could have my kingdom on one condition – she had to transform her body into mine, making herself into an identical twin. She asked what I wanted in return and I came up with a stupid explanation that I just wanted to die but didn’t want my parents to be miserable, which is why she would come as a replacement to me. The witch’s greed was so grand that she believed every word I said. As soon as the transformation had been completed, I killed her. Well, myself. That’s what I wanted it to look like. And I wanted my parents to suffer for me the way I had suffered for my love. But I couldn’t get arrogant and risk being found out. So, I located a good-hearted wizard and asked him to change my face into something different. I told him my story and he didn’t want anything in return. He took pity on me and just wanted to help me. Thus, the explanation as to why the corpse you buried looked nothing like…the way I currently look. When I was stealing fish from that port market where you found me, I decided to start anew. To forget everything and move on. But last night, when that new mermaid saved my life, I couldn’t help but be reminded of my old love, of the past.”

I fell silent, expecting Hongjoong to ask me a million questions to check the validity of my story. Instead, he fully believed me and asked something unexpected.

“Why…why are you telling me all this now?” Joong whispered and in that moment he looked nothing like the terrifying pirate king I’d first met.

I shrugged.

“You’re the one who brought up the real story. I couldn’t let you go on thinking it was the truth.”

“When I asked you to come on board that night…were you planning on ever telling me?”

“No,” I admitted. “I was intending to carry this secret to my grave. But I trust you, Joong. And it was eating me inside.”

Hongjoong sighed deeply.

“Damnit, Hwa. How am I supposed to deal with this, huh? You’re a bloody prince, the very thing us, pirates, are sworn to steal from.”

I smiled.

“That’s what you’re worried about?”

“What do you suggest?” Hongjoong spat angrily. “Worry about the mermaid? Everything I’ve ever known about you was a lie.”

I grabbed his face.

“Not everything, Joong,” I looked into his eyes. “The way I feel about you hasn’t changed. It’s as real as freaking mermaids, man.”

Hongjoong blushed adorably and pressed his forehead against mine.

“What do you want me to do?” he whispered fondly.

“Aren’t you the one giving the orders on this ship?” I teased him.

“Shut up,” Hongjoong laughed. “Tell me.”

“I want to find her,” I said truthfully.

“I’ll help you.”

“You don’t have to,” I reminded him.

“I want to,” Joong insisted.

“Together, then?”

“Always.”

To be continued…

#ateez #seonghwa #hongjoong #seongjoong #seonghwa x reader #hongjoong x reader #ateez fanfic #ateez imagines #ateez x reader #pirate au #mermaid au #writing

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oveliagirlhaditright · 3 years

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The Promise

https://archiveofourown.org/works/33935899

Author’s Note: Sora and Kairi as John and Sarah from the “I am Number Four”/The “The Lorien Legacies” series in an AU for SoKai Day. But note that there are MAJOR spoilers for the Lorien Legacies series here. If you haven’t read that series, or aren’t caught up with it, and maybe one day plan on it and want to avoid spoilers, you might not want to read this.

Sora’s PoV

"Sora... why are you hesitating to fight the Mogadorians, babe?" Kairi asked her boyfriend, as they ran through the city and desperately tried to escape the aliens who were chasing them.

And in some ways—in asking him the obvious here—she was bringing him brightness in the way that only she could. "Light them up, babe,” Kairi encouraged once more, tugging on Sora’s hands to try and get him to do just that.

The two of them were stopped in a narrow alleyway now, catching their breaths, and probably both praying that the bigger mogs wouldn’t be able to follow them through here—and may not even see this little crevice that seemed to come out of nowhere—but it was a long shot.

Honestly? Sora would have loved to do what Kairi was saying: to use the strange beams of light, that came from his hands, in order to defeat the monsters that had destroyed his home planet… all while his human soulmate here aided him by firing her gun at them, like she'd gotten so good at doing... like they’d done before.

But Sora and Kairi had already done this once... And later on, Kairi had died—and she'd gone down like a champ; and Sora had never been prouder of her than when he’d been on the phone with her when it had happened… when she didn’t cry out in pain at all, or beg for her life, or blame Xion for what had happened—but he- he hadn't even been able to help her in her final moments, or be there to try and change the tide-

So that was one of the reasons Sora had decided to come back and try it again, when given that miraculous opportunity.

That, and for a few other reasons, maybe…

So... Sora had found a way to alter fate, to try and change events and save Kairi. And in Sora’s book, that meant doing everything differently than what had happened last time.

If they had fought the mogs in the timeline before, this time they simply wouldn’t and would escape them instead. Anything to make sure that Kairi didn’t become a casualty to Xion’s revenge once more!

So, Sora was hoping to skirt by the mogs here... or maybe have Kairi connect to the planet like Pence eventually had, so she could get some magic herself.

But it wasn’t lost on Sora that him maybe trying to find a way to force the planet to give Kairi magic—since it wasn’t fair to him that she didn’t have it, when she was fighting for Earth—made him a bit like Xehanort: Someone who had actually been from Lorien, Sora’s home planet, he’d been shocked to find out. And had wanted to change things there, because he thought it wasn’t right that some people got the powers jackpot and others didn’t. And he’d wanted to alter things so everyone could have them. And he’d enlisted the Mogadorians for help, since they were jealous of Lorien and of course would have aided him with that. And then everything had spiraled out of control…

“Sora, babe. You’re spacing out on me. I don’t like it. It reminds me of when you actually thought I’d give up on us—and that I wasn’t under duress when I was forced to say all those things to you and that I wasn’t doing it to protect you—and then you started smooching Elrena because of it. Talk to me, please.”

Well, Sora felt like he’d been slapped in the face. And maybe he still deserved it after that whole thing, even though he knew Kairi had completely forgiven him for it. And even though they were all best friends with Elrena, of course, and she was actually dating another human, Pence, who had also been a great aid to them through all of this, and had gotten some of the aforementioned magic from Earth.

But Kairi was definitely right. It seemed like whenever they didn’t get to talk—and actually be their best together—things like that happened… or they got separated… or she got killed. So, Sora knew he needed to trust in the best girl he’d ever met and tell her the truth, if they had any hope of combatting this fate. But he didn’t even want to say the words. He felt like doing so would make them real.

“Is it really that bad, Sora?!” Kairi demanded, leaning close to him and kissing him on the cheek, clearly teasing him in the moment, before she pulled away and asked, “What? Are you going to tell me you think my art actually isn’t that good?” And while Kairi was mostly messing with him, Sora could tell, he thought there was some slight worrying there, so he knew he would have to pull her aside and give her the real of it soon enough.

But if she felt safe enough to flirt with him now, she must have decided then, like he had, that the Mogs must have lost them; Sora just hoped that they’d gone back on their ship and would leave the civilians alone, though, and wouldn’t hurt anyone else over them.

Since he heard no more screaming at the moment, he took that as a good sign and grabbed Kairi’s hand to begin leading her towards a restaurant that had just caught his eye. “Hey, Kairi. Look at this! They sell fair food here! Reminds me of our first date! What do you say we get a bite to eat here, and I’ll explain everything? I promise!”

Kairi looked at Sora dubiously for a moment, as if she thought he was using eating as a way to avoid the issue, but after a second she must have realized something, because she squeezed his hand softly and laughed, “I have missed fatty foods, like funnel cakes, since I’ve been trying to get fit so I can help you guys fight. So, this sounds nice… partly because it’s like our first date, yeah. But you’re totally flipping the bill, though.” And Sora smiled. He wouldn’t have had it any other way.

…

“Before we get into the heavy, Kairi… might we take a moment to look at the cool photos on the walls? You said you thought about getting into photography before deciding you’d rather make trinkets, right? So-”

“Sora!” Kairi exclaimed, clearly not amused in the slightest. And she looked like she might even take away his caramel apple to bump him on the hand with it, if he didn’t keep his promise to her soon.

Sora sighed, while Kairi beamed when one of the restaurant owners came to add cherries to her funnel cake. “You really want to get into the heavy already?”

“Yes!” she urged, just as soon as the worker had left their table. “We need a plan to defeat the Mogs, after all. So, I really need to know everything here. If you leave me out of important battle plans, how will we-”

“Okay, Kairi,” Sora said, interrupting her, because if he was going to do this, he needed to do it fast. Before he lost his nerve. Sora reached across the table to hold Kairi’s hand before he could think about it. He didn’t know who would need the contact more as he told this story—him or her, or both—but he figured that someone surely would. “I- I don’t even know how to say this. But I- I time traveled. I actually came back here from the future because you- you died.”

“Wait… what?!” Kairi gasped, tearing her hand away from Sora’s as she quickly got to her feet. And Sora knew it was probably from the shock of everything else more than anything, that she took her hand away from his, but it still sort of stung. He bit his lip in reaction to that, but then tried to stop it, because he didn’t need Kairi hurting even more now, in thinking he was hurting over her.

And in realizing that she was probably making a scene, Kairi quickly put a hand over her mouth—as if she was trying to remind herself to speak more quietly—and began whispering urgently, “How is that- how is that even possible?! I didn’t know you guys could time travel!”

And if Sora were a betting man, he would have said that Kairi was probably in denial here and his words to her hadn’t really set in yet. Deciding to take a page from her book, Sora stood up and decided to have this conversation through whispers, too… but not that well with the whispering, because he’d never been good at this sort of thing. “We didn’t until after… yeah. It’s a long story, that one, tied to the abilities Pence got from planet Earth here. Yeah, Earth is like Lorien now and will give people powers if they help the planet to benefit. But I’ll tell you all of that later, if you want to know.”

“Yes, please do do that. I- I want to know how I died. Was it that I just sucked at fighting? Did I fail you all?” Kairi demanded. And there were tears in her voice. She was definitely crying now. The weight of it all had finally gotten to her, Sora saw. And she was swaying on her feet. Sora caught her instantly, and moved her so that she was sitting down once more, and sat back down himself. He took Kairi’s hand again—to try and give her some moral support here; but Lord knew that he needed it, too—and Kairi, despite everything, laced her fingers with his and smiled.

“No, Kairi. Not at all. I actually wasn’t there. And God, do I hate that so much now! You don’t even know! The team was convinced to split up! And for some reason, we both got it into our heads that it would be best, strategically, if the two of us separated. That it would be fine. But you, and Xion, and Marlene were overrun by Mogs. But the three of you actually did a wonderful job fending them off, I’m told. You especially. You should have made a retreat. And you three had plans to.

“But Xion saw the Mog who murdered Roxas… and it all went to Hell. She unleashed the full weight of her powers onto them. And with her telekinesis… God, Kairi, she actually sliced open your stomach with some of the nearby debris. That’s what killed you. It was Xion! By accident, I know. But it was Xion, too caught up in the moment and not realizing what she was doing!

“And you- You were so good about it all! You never complained once! Nor did you blame her! You didn’t even wish for more time, and I-

“This is also going to sound really stupid and selfish, Kairi… but hearing right after this, that Pence got powers… as happy as I was for him, as you know he’s one of my best friends… I guess I was kind of jealous for you. I wished Earth could have been giving humans magic before. And that you could have been one of the people it chose! You’ve done so much to help the Earth, I mean! And I couldn’t help thinking that maybe if you’d had some sort of special abilities, maybe it would have somehow made a difference… maybe you could have survived that day. So, when I was given the option of coming back, I didn’t waste it… I came straight back here. To you.”

Kairi had a far-away look in her eyes after Sora talked (he’d actually expected her to have more of a reaction as he spoke. But maybe in having heard it was Xion who did it, that somehow made it all okay for her?), and she pulled away from Sora. And this killed Sora, because he’d just poured his heart out to her and this was how she reacted?!

And reliving Kairi’s death was also putting him through the ringer! Sora remembered seeing her body… after. Even though he’d tried to block the image from his mind so many times, and still really was. He’d felt her cold, lifeless hand and just held onto it for the longest time, unable to look at her face, as he muttered apologizes and refused to leave her. And now that Sora was back here with a beautiful, living and breathing Kairi, he needed to push that memory back as far as it would go by Kairi’s warm touch here… so why was she removing herself from him?

And why did it look as though she’d discovered all the mysteries of the worlds, if the wise look on her face was anything to go by?

“Sora…” Kairi said at once, slowly, deliberately. She was still whispering, but not quite as quietly as before. “First of all… you mustn’t blame Xion. It- it wasn’t her fault. It was an accident. Who would have known what would happen? I- I don’t blame her. I don’t. And apparently, I didn’t back then, either. And now that I’m… alive again. It really is water under the bridge. And who’s to say that if things had been reversed, and I had died first, that you wouldn’t have reacted much the same way, and that Xion might not have lost Roxas over you? …I hate to say it, my love. You know I do. But I’m just trying to vouch for Xion some here, as you know she’s also my friend.

“But I also get why you felt the way you did. Of course, I do! Emotions make no sense, I mean. And I might have acted like you did, too!” And Kairi grabbed Sora’s hand, so she held both of them now, and gave them a squeeze and kissed them. She then gave Sora a slight nod, and he thought he might have been falling in love all over again.

And he let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. In some ways… it felt good to hear Kairi say these things. Because while she had somewhat torn him a new one, for how he’d felt about Xion, it was good to know that Kairi didn’t blame the girl. Sora had only gotten it from secondhand accounts that Kairi hadn’t blamed Xion, after all. And part of him had wondered if he’d done wrong in letting Xion be apart of Kairi’s… funeral back then. So, to hear all of this from Kairi herself put his soul at ease some.

And maybe it could even lead to him making strides to being okay with Xion again himself. He knew the Xion of this timeline was baffled as to why he could hardly look at or speak to her, and it did make him feel terrible.

“Kairi, thank you,” Sora was about to say, and lean in to kiss her cheek, but it seemed she wasn’t quite done yet.

“…But what worries me, Sora… is that, from how I understand it, is that what you’re imagining about powers… is sort of like what Xehanort thought. We thought you might be reincarnated from your planet’s original great leader, Tetsuya Nomura, so try to draw more connections between him and yourself. Not you and Xehanort… Sora, I fear that you coming back to save me was a mistake for you with this.”

“No, Kairi. Not a mistake. Never that!” He reassured her, by getting out of his seat so he could hold her face gently and lean into her for a sweet kiss. And Sora was thrilled by the way that Kairi seemed to swoon into it—she even got up from her seat, as the gesture went on for a bit—and her foot even popped with it. He didn’t want her to really start doubting him or anything like that.

And when he pulled away from her, her eyes were definitely starry-eyed. “Sora, I love you,” Kairi all-but sang to him.

“And I love you, too, Kairi. So, so much! You don’t even know! It’s like Donald said! Loriens only fall in love once… and with me, that’s you. So that’s why I had to do this. I had to!” Sora explained, just giving Kairi a hug now… so they could relax, and breathe, and just be.

“I know,” Kairi promised him. “And we’ll figure it out. We’ll figure it all out. We’ve kept the Mogs running from us for a long time, and we’ll keep them running even longer. Forever!”

“Heh,” one of the restaurant owners spoke up now now, as he swept the place a little—Sora had actually forgotten all about all of the workers at this small establishment. Oops!—“that’s quite the show you two have put on over there. You’re some good actors. We don’t actually get a lot of kids coming in here for some reason. You’d think more people would be interested in a carnival restaurant. But, nope! Here. Why don’t I get you both some vanilla ice cream on the house?”

And the man did just that.

And Kairi gave Sora some of her cherries, so Sora—along with her—could put them on his ice cream scoop, so that it looked like Mickey Mouse for funsies. They then clinked their ice cream bowls together and enjoyed the rest of their date.

And Sora knew they’d enjoy the rest of their lives together like this, too. They would find a way. They just had to!

Author’s Note: So… I have not finished reading the The Lorien Legacies/I am Number Four series. I actually stopped right after Sarah died. Not because that necessarily made me want to stop reading, or anything like that, but because I’m sort of torn on how I want it to go forward from there. In my opinion, there are two ways it can go… and I can see it going either way (and I can get why it would go either way, and would somewhat appreciate both), but I don’t know if either would fully make me happy.

Either we DON’T bring Sarah back, which would be pretty sad and I WOULD miss her.

Or we DO bring her back, which would be nice, but it would trivialize death some, in a series that so far hasn’t done that and I also don’t know if I want that.

I don’t really know what I want, and thus I haven’t read further yet… But I really need to, because I DO love this book series and it’s actually one of my favorites.

So, all of this is actually some of my thoughts and theories on where it maybe goes past that point. I may be dead wrong. I probably am, in fact!

Anyway, John and Sarah have always reminded me of Sora and Kairi, in some ways, so I thought I’d write this. Originally, I actually started this for next year’s (yeah, I was starting WAY early) SoKai Week’s “AU Day”, but I decided I’d just finish it and post it for SoKai Day instead. I have another idea I can use for next year’s AU Day, instead.

Though, tbh, while I like Sarah and the John/Sarah plot, I don’t always think they’re handled that well… which I could also say about Kairi and Sora/Kairi, sadly. So, that’s another thing they have in common. And perhaps one of the many reasons they sort of remind me of each other.

“Xehanort” in this is the The Lorien Legacies’ “Setrákus Ra”. And “Tetsuya Nomura” in this (pfft) is the The Lorien Legacies’ “Pittacus Lore.”

Anyway, I hope even one person liked this. LOL

Happy SoKai Day!

And may we get KH news—and SoKai stuff—soon, because this year without it was hard.

#sokai day #sokai day 2021 #au #alternate universe #crossover #crossover with i am number four #crossover with the lorien legacies #sora and kairi as john and sarah #sora and kairi as four and sarah #sokai #kaiora #sorakairi #kh #kingdom hearts #sora #kairi #mine #my work #shanna writes

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plaggs-stanky-cheese · 3 years

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Princess of the order; Chapter 2

Previously On the Princess Of the Order

Damian asks me a question. However, I don't hear it. All I hear is my head yelling " YOU LIED!! YOU ARE JUST LIKE SOPHIE!". I wring my hands. My head is right I am a liar just like Lady Sophie. I couldn't take this anymore. I look up to Damian (who is an inch taller than her) and say " I need to tell you something. I-I can't do this". He looks at me concerned. I drag him to the edge of the order. I spill all my secrets. Every. Single. One. I had to!! Those beautiful green eyes of his melted my heart and my life was too much for a 5-year-old!!! After I finish my rant he looks at me. I then realize what I have done. My eyes widen. What if Damian snitches?!?!?! Oh no, you messed up Marinette. " Hey, Hey! Don't worry!! Your secrets safe with me." I look up to Damian. " really?" He nods. I quickly hug him and tell I'm to meet here again same time tomorrow and just as I was about to head back to my palace Damian had grabbed my hand and gave it a chaste kiss. " Have a Good night Sahib Alsumui "

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From that day on they had met up at the same spot. Sometimes Marinette had to go in her royal wear, but it was a small price to pay. This went on for years until one fateful day...

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Damian and I had just finished exchanging gifts. Both of our 10th birthdays had just passed. I had received a necklace with angel wing charms and devil horns saying "Sahib Alsumui". That had become a nickname only Damian had used. Marinette had made a special announcement about how no one was allowed to call her that claiming she wanted to have a less formal relationship with her subjects. Damian had received a similar gift, a gold ring with dove wings, and inside the ring, a secret message was engraved. Marinette put the ring on him not letting him see the message and made him swear not to look at the message unless she said. Why? Cause the message was short and simple, yet meant a lot. It had said I love you, Dove. The two children had just released each other from their hug when Marinette had to go to Castle of Creation to meet the past ladybug. Just as she was about to go the League of Assassins drops in. Some Monks nearby grab Marinette.

" DAMIAN!!!" Marinette yells as she sees an assassin behind Damian. " NOO" she screams right before her eyesight blurs and she slumps.

I jolt up, breathing heavily. It's okay Marinette that was 6 years ago. Breathe.

Again

Tikki flies up to my face and squeaks " Are you okay Marinette?" her voice laced heavily with concern. I had been waking up very often in the middle of the night for the past month always waking up with labored breathing. Tikki had kept me notified of all my strange behaviors in the night. " Yeah, I'm okay Tikki." "Well, there is no use in sleeping now bug, there only 2 minutes till your alarm goes off so I suggest getting ready early." I give a small smile to Tikki and joke " At least my nightmares are helping me with my school schedule now". Tikki just looks at me with a lost look in her eyes before flying back into my purse. I shrug it off and get ready for school. The rest of the horrible day plays inevitably in my mind.

I wake up in a quaint room. My memories were quite fuzzy but I had a feeling that I could trust the place. I head downstairs to only find my Auntie Sabine and Uncle Tom. They rush over to me mouths moving only I wasn't listening. My memories were coming back. I.....I was to head over to my Aunt's place only in an emergency. My eyes widen. In a quavery voice, I ask

" Where is Damian?" not wanting my conclusion to be true, praying to the gods that he's alright. I look over to my Aunt and judging by the look on her face.......Damian didn't survive. I fall to my knees crying body shaking sobs as my Auntie and Uncle hug me.

My Aunt's yelling snaps me out of my trance. I finish doing my pigtails, straighten my purse and head downstairs. Wanting to be early and speak with Adrien before everyone else arrives I grab a croissant and I quickly head over to the school.

I wave over to Adrien who is sitting on the stairs smiling goofily at his phone. He's probably texting his boyfriend. "ooooh Adrien's got a crush!!" I tease while looking down at the boy lounging in the steps. He sticks out his tongue back before saying " Hah hah ha". I squish myself between him and the railing, Adrien quickly moving over for more space. Adrien quickly turns off his phone and rests his head on my shoulder.

" So, how's the Night Terrors?"

" *snort* Horrible as always"

"..."

" Look Adrien, I'm fine okay!! They're just old memories replaying in my mind, and the night before the last, I dreamt the first time I met him so that's a point!!!"

Adrien lifts his head off my shoulder and gives me a skeptical look. I shove him gently and say " okay okay enough about me, how's your mom?". Today marks the 2nd week of Hawkmoths defeat. I recall how I made up a whole team, calling upon almost all of the miraculous for the fight, but as always it ended with me and my kitty against the world...as always. I had healed Mrs. Agreste since Adrien needed a guardian. He wanted to bury his mother in peace but the law required for him to have at least one of his parents unless he wants his father's company ripped from him until he is adopted or is old enough to take charge of it. " She's okay, but still catching up on what happened during the last 5 years" Adrien stated resting his head back on my shoulder. I hum in response happy she's catching on. We sit there gazing at the beautiful city in front of us. It had been a rough 5 years for all of the Parisians but all that was in the past.

" Ya know... I'm still pissed at the JL for ignoring us, but I'm kinda grateful too??" I state. Adrien glares at me from my shoulder and says in a cold voice " Why? ". I wasn't taken back by his voice as it was understandable. If they had helped earlier then no Parisian would have to see their loved ones get murdered and resurrected in front of them. I sigh and jokingly say " well I don't think that I would be able to fight off an akumatized Batman, how bout you?". We burst out laughing.

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Our laughing dies down 2 minutes before Alya, Nino, and Chloe arrive. Despite all the things that happened these past 5 years Marinette and Chloe becoming friends were the craziest. Not finding out the identity of ladybug and hawkmoth but their ever-evolving friendship. Like always they ask about Marinette's night terrors and she shrugs them off saying that they were getting better. Yeah, no these were lies. Tikki had often reported to me about the terrors and I became increasingly worried. We all know about Marinette's past but I'm pretty sure what we knew was just a fraction of a bigger and more horrifying story. This Damien character was very important to her and he was her bestie in the Order. Very intriguing.....

More students enter the schoolyard and we started walking toward homeroom. We enter the room. Alya and Chloe pull me aside, with matching looks on their face. " Ninos distracting M, now spill, we know the night terrors aren't getting better." Sweat rolls down the back of my neck as they give me the look. I swallow and stammer out " I-I can't my lady trusts me so uh I like can't really t-tell you guys". Just as they are about to retaliate Mme. Bustier walks in with the biggest smile adorning her face. I signed in relief and made my way towards my seat along with the others.

" Good Morning Students!!!! Today we have a video call with Lila and then I will be handing out the summer job packages for Gotham and New york!"

Shit, I forgot today's the last Wednesday of highschool. Damn, we came far. Mme. sets up the projector with help from Markov and suddenly Lila's face pops into view. Yaaay. I cant practically feel the hate coming from the 3 girls behind me. I shiver. These girls behind me are the most terrifying in the world when they need to or want to be. I discreetly pull out my phone, zone out Lila, and text away to Jon.

~~ a Lil time skip if that's okay~~

Lila had finally ended the call claiming that she had to go the sleep bright and early to help Prince Ali. I was very excited. Jon said he is living in Gotham for the summer so I decided to surprise him. The minute I had gotten the forms for the summer jobs I had filled in the Gotham form and placed it in my knapsack. I turned around and asked the girls where they're going. Nino is honestly fine with anything so he's going with Alya.

" hmm I might go to Gotham but New York does have..." Alya mumbled to herself

" Ugh, I can't decide!! I might decide over a drink later though" Chloe had said picking her nails.

I faced my lady and she just sighed and said: " I might join ya". Alya and Nin agreed with them so I knew I was going to end up coming with them to drive their drunk asses home or at least to my place. The bell ringed for lunch since our school days had shortened ever since Hawkmoths defeat. We went to lunch chatting.

-Another time and POV skip cause this chappie has been a bit bland no?-

I ran out of school, before stopping at the edge of the sidewalk. I sat down at the ledge, my breathing more labored than it was when I snapped out of my trance. My hands meet my hair as I run my hand halfway through. I had another night terror although I wasn't asleep this time. I was fully awake and I saw a bloody Damian pop in front of me and stabbed me in the lung. Normally I wouldn't have flinched but.....this...this was different.

Breathe

inhale

exhale

I hear the doors slamming open and running. Alya and Chloe drop down beside me. " M are you okay? Nino and Adrien are grabbing our stuff." Alya says concern dripping in her tone. I sigh shakily and say " I--Im good I just really needed a breath of air". Chloe and Alya share a look.

" *sigh* okay no I'm not. I have been having night terrors of my best and only friend in the league and it breaks my heart every damn time guys. I..." my voice cracks " I can't handle this" tears stream down my face and I bury my head in my hands. My friends hung me and rub circles on my back while I sob. I can barely hear the sound of Adrien and nino dropping down next to me. they hug my back.

After a good solid 2 minutes of crying which is the most, I have done in 5 years. I get out of their grasp and wipe my eyes. I get up grab my bag and look down at them. " Wanna have a drink?"

They grin at me and I grin back. We quickly make our way towards the mayor's hotel.

~After they have 5 shots of tequila and Adrien has one shot of vodka ;) kudos if ya get it~

I take a lazy glance at the room. Adrien is on the floor balancing bottles on his stomach, Alya and Nino are making out and Chloe is well, Chloe. I blink at Chloe and point a finger at her she looks at me. " hEY wHY arEnt yOu dRunK?" she looks at me with a bored expression and says " Darling I only survive life in general because I take shots every morning. Try Me. "

I gasp. Nino and Alya stop eating each other's faces and surround me and Chloe. I glare at her as hard as I could while being wasted that is. Adrien gets up and pours each of us 5 shots of the strongest we have.

" Aight start on 3, 1...2...3!"

We start. before I can even get into the 4th shot I look over to see Chloe already done and taking selfies. Being the drunkard I am I fall out of my chair and start to chant Chloe's name while bowing down at her. I don't notice Adrien recording it though. Since we just consumed the strongest alcohol ever we decided to fill out the job forms, while we were drunk.

After a while, we all fall asleep on the floor the bottles on our stomachs shaking the slightest.

I wake up in a room full of darkness and 2 people in white jackets. I look around confused and spot a little boy who I notice is ...Damien! The last thing I remember is taking shots in front of Chloe, where......where exactly am I? Damian yells and struggles in his binds I yell out a "NO!" as he screams in pain -

I jolt up screaming. All the bottles on my stomach rolling back onto the ground. " Wass wrong? Akuma?" I hear adrien slur out of habit. I look over to him unable to stop the tears flowing from my eyes. His body structure relaxes as he realizes it wasn't an Akuma. He scooches over to me. Without saying a word he hugs me and I cry softly into his shirt as he kisses my forehead and whispers soothing words.

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It's bland I know, has a bit of comedy tho. And a bit of what I guess would call angst? Meh, the next one is Damien's POV so it will be better. The reason it's so long is that I wanted to make it less bland but I Obviously failed. oh well

ADIOS FRENS

#maribat #damienette #gadrien #no salt

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inevitably-johnlocked · 5 years

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Heya Steph! I was wondering, you have so many fic rec lists and read so many, do you have on or a few johnlock fics you could always reread? Like, they are that good you can read them over and over...

Hi Lovely!!

AHHHHHH ACTUALLY, I’ve made a list for this before, but you know what? IT NEEDS A PART TWO because I actually pulled a lot of fics off of it to keep it shorter, so WHEE THANK YOU for giving me a reason to share even more of the fics I ALWAYS go back and never tire of!!

Top 30 Read-Again Fics (March 2019)

Top 20 Fave 40K+ w. Fics (April 2017)

Ten Fave Short Johnlock Fics (Easy Reads April 2018)

25 Fave Johnlock One Shots (April 2018)

Top 10 Fave Fics (September 2018)

Another Top 10 Fave Fics (June 2019)

Two To Tango (The Cold Hands, Warm Heart Remix) by igrockspock (T, 1,207 w., 1 Ch. || Domestics, John Whump, Worried Sherlock) – When John is wounded while pursuing a suspect, Sherlock refuses to leave his side.

Take My Hand, Knot Your Fingers Through Mine by patster223 (K+, 2,003 w., 1 Ch. || H/C & Friendship, Whump) - "I know this is an inconvenience for you, but I would really rather you were awake right now, John." John is unconscious, and Sherlock decides to talk to him anyway. Sherlock/John pre-slash.

Let Go by thisisforyou (G, 2,743 w., 1 Ch. || Friends to Lovers, First Kiss, Fluff, Anxious / Worried Sherlock) – In the end, separating John's things from Sherlock's in the chaos of their sitting room is like pulling a limpet from a wet rock. Especially when the rock is clinging on for dear life, because Sherlock doesn't want to let go. Short, fluffy h/c Johnlock oneshot.

And as the seasons change, I love you more by Teatrolley (NR, 3,219 w., 1 Ch. || Fluff and Angst, Est. Rel., Marriage / Proposal) – A year in the lives of John and Sherlock, essentially.

Measuring Damage With the Fujita Scale by teahigh (T, 3,548 w., 1 Ch. || First Kiss / Time, Vacation / Holidays, Friends to Lovers, Bed-Sharing, Pining Sherlock, Sherlock POV, Angsty Fluff, Scars, Awkward Talks) – John goes back into town, into the storm, and Sherlock realises he forgot to say, “I just want to be alone with you.”

Last Christmas by Mazarin221b (T, 3,911 w., 1 Ch. || Fluff, Pining Sherlock, First Kiss) – That Earth-shaking revelation, then, leads to a problem, and one that Sherlock realizes should be solved quickly, before John’s dates turn into girlfriends or boyfriends, because sometimes girlfriends or boyfriends can turn into wives or husbands while your back is turned. Every time John hums happily at the mirror as he shaves, splashes on a little gift cologne Mrs. Hudson bought him for Christmas, Sherlock is drawn back to that night by the fire, and the way John’s touch had made the world stand still.

Because Blah Blah Blah Happy by cwb (E, 4,578 w., 1 Ch. || Fluff, Cuddles, Kissing, First Kiss, Requited Love, Pining Sherlock) – John is entirely done with the milk situation and gives Sherlock a list of shit he's pissed about. Sherlock sets out to make John happy. John is happy. Sherlock makes his own list. They are both very, very happy.

In Which "John" Becomes a Synonym for "Help" by asignoftwo (T, 7,391 w., 1 Ch. || Injured John, Worried Sherlock, Fluff) – After the fall Sherlock returns to Baker Street and is reunited with John. When John is injured on a case Sherlock is faced with the reality that he could lose John again, and it tears him apart.

I'm Pretty Sure This Changes Shit by cwb (E, 7,672 w., 1 Ch. || Fluff, Cudding, Doctor/Patient, Accidents, Pining Sherlock, Blow Jobs, Oral / Anal, BAMF John, Minor Injuries, Dev. Rel.) – Sherlock finds increasingly ridiculous ways to get John to patch him up after hurting himself.

I can’t pretend by Salambo06 (E, 7,692 w., 1 Ch. || Fake Relationship, Victor Trevor, Jealous John, Miscommunications, Bed Sharing, Love Confessions, First Kiss/Time, Anal, BJs) – They had arrived more than a hour ago, and the moment they had walked inside the hotel reception, John had understood why Sherlock hadn’t wanted to come. Two men, posh suits and expensive watches on their wrists, had come to greet them with sharp remarks and badly hidden mockery, and John had seen red. Sherlock hadn’t said anything, mostly ignoring the two men entirely, and without thinking twice about it, John had slid an arm around Sherlock’s waist and introduced himself as his husband.

Sibling Rivalry Or Fighting Over John Watson By Jessa7 (T, 8,085 w., 1 Ch. || Romance / Humour) – Mycroft is just as much of a genius as Sherlock is. He keeps randomly kidnapping John for chats, and the locations get better. Cue Sherlock’s younger sibling complex rearing up and jealousy ensues.

High Tide by stardust_made (T, 8,540 w., 1 Ch. || Jealousy, Angst, First Kiss) – A little favour Sherlock stupidly agrees to do for Mycroft leads to John meeting a handsome, affluent man, who is going out of his way to woo him. Sherlock struggles with the situation and with his own reactions to it. Part 1 of The High Tide Series

The Newlywed Game: Johnlock Edition by patternofdefiance (E, 9,020 w., 7 Ch. || Fake Rel., Friends to Lovers, Humour, Romance, Smut) – What it says on the tin: John and Sherlock pretend to be married in order to be contestants in a Newlywed Game. Of course it's for a case. Of course it doesn't stay that way. Part 8 of I Blame Tumblr

The Devil You Know by PipMer (T, 9,300 w., 1 Ch. || Friends to Lovers, Romance, Holmes Brothers, Jealous Sherlock) – The Holmes brothers are behaving oddly. John is dazed and confused. In other words, it's business as usual at 221B Baker Street. Except when it’s not.

Drive by lifeonmars (M, 9,537 w., 1 Ch. || Virginity, Awkward First Times, Minor Injuries) – John and Sherlock are stranded by the roadside, and John is injured. They need to spend the night in the back of a humvee. Sherlock is confused. John is understanding.

Their Great Reward by BeautifulFiction (T, 10,095 w., 1 Ch. || UST, First Kiss, Fluff) – Boxing day, in John's opinions, is the worst day of the year. Christmas is over, the tree is wilting and stripped of gifts, and there's a week of dead-time until the clean slate of the new year. However the combination of a blizzard, a power-cut and Sherlock might just make it a day to remember.

I Used to Live Alone Before I Knew You by etothepii (T, 11,052 w., 1 Ch. || Winglock || Angels / Demons, Supernatural Elements, Occult) – Where Mycroft is an angel, Sherlock is a demon, and John is still John.

The River Variations by withoutawish (T, 11,619 w., 1 Ch. || Soulmates, Emotional Hurt / Comfort, Three Garridebs, Romance, Light Case Fic, Near Death Experience, Angst and Fluff, Dark Humour) – John Watson never knew that he wanted a ‘no toast in the mornings’ normal until he realized what an honor it is to be destroyed by Sherlock Holmes.

Pleasure to Burn by scullyseviltwin (E, 17,863 w., 1 Ch. || Firefighter AU, Firefighter John / Arson Investigator Sherlock, Slow Burn, Pining, Case Fic-ish) – “If you’d kindly stop knocking about in there and destroying all of my evidence, it would be most appreciated!” John groaned and for a moment rested his head against the side of the truck. Of course he was the only captain left on the scene, which meant he would have to be the one to deal with the arson investigator.

Checkmate to a Castled King by LaSuen (T, 18,290 w., 1 Ch. || Friendship, Hurt / Comfort, Sick Sherlock, Rev. Reich.) - John dies. Or at least everyone thinks he does.

Vena Cava by SilentAuror (E, 27,452 w., 1 Ch. || HLV Fix-It, Romance, H/C, Angst, Infidelity) – Sherlock has been shot in the chest; John has been shot in the heart. Though everything is broken, they do their best to heal the wounds that Mary left on them both.

Our Enthusiasms Which Cannot Always Be Explained by withoutawish (M, 32,961 w., 1 Ch. || Christmas, Fluff and Angst, H/C, Post-TRF, Case Fic, Mild Gore, Sherlock Whump) – The list that is tacked haphazardly on the refrigerator of 221B reads, ‘Kidney(s), and/or a full cadaver (preferably male, late 30s, under six feet tall), bag of fresh toes, sixteen cow’s eyes (corneas retained), dual exhaust hand –held flame thrower, an unopened first edition copy of Joseph Conrad’s 'Heart of Darkness', and no less than ten abhorrently gruesome murders in the upcoming month.” The one neatly hanging next to it simply reads, “Sex.” One of these lists is not John Watson’s. If John Watson were to put what he really wanted in list form, to live in a land somewhere beyond ‘almosts' now that Sherlock Holmes has indeed returned to him, he would never be able to look his flatmate in the eye ever again.

That Partitioning of the Things of Youth by wearitcounts (E, 35,353 w., 7 Ch. || Humour and Angst, Post-TRF, Fake Relationship, UST / RST, Friends to Lovers, Jealous John) – Victor Trevor is in town, and nobody's happy.

The Boy Who Drank Stars by kinklock (E, 36,157 w., 4 Ch. || Howl’s Moving Castle AU || Witches and Wizards, Slow Burn, Magic, Jealous John, Happy Ending, Bed Sharing) – “I’m looking for a castle,” John informed the scarecrow. “A moving one.”Except that, as it turned out, it was not a moving one at all.

A Week is Just Seven Days Isn't It? by scifigrl47 (T, 39,906 w., 4 Ch. || Humour, Friendship/Bromance, Stroppy/Bored Sherlock, Undercover/Army John, Texting, Pining-ish Sherlock, John Whump) – When John heads overseas for a week, Sherlock's forced to fend for himself. It goes about as well as anyone could have anticipated. Which is to say, very, very poorly. Don't worry, things'll be fine in just seven days.

There's Someone On Your Shoulder by halloa_what_is_this (NR, 41,215 w., 6 Ch. || Pining Sherlock, Introspection, Daydreams, Sherlock Loves John So Much it Hurts) – Sherlock trips and falls head over heels in love, makes a lot of lists and stares, stares, stares.

The Norwood Love Builders by flawedamythyst (T, 47,798 w., 9 Ch. || Fake Relationship, Slow Burn, Post TRF Angst) – Sherlock and John go undercover to solve the murder of Joanna Oldacre, but things are complicated by the many feelings John has been repressing in the wake of Sherlock's faked death and return.

The Green Blade by verityburns (T, 72,929 w., 15 Ch. || Casefic, Bromance) – As a serial killer hits the headlines, the police are out of their depth and the next victim is out of time. With faith in Sherlock Holmes at an all time low, this is a case which will push loyalties to the limit...

Breakable by MissDavis (E, 117,627 w., 34 Ch. || Established, Fluff/Angst, Depression, Paralysis, Happy-ish Ending) –After John is seriously injured, Sherlock struggles to figure out how to help him, keep himself sane, and maybe, just maybe, get their life back to the way it's supposed to be. Part 1 of Breakable Not Broken

A Further Sea by i_ship_an_armada & ShinySherlock (E, 125,492 w., 23 Ch. || Historical Pirates AU || Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Doctor John / Pirate Captain Sherlock, Sailing, UST / RST, Masturbation, Action / Adventure, Mild Angst & Peril, Romance, Shaving, Molly/Janine, Bottomlock, Hand / Blow Jobs, Past Drug Use, Slow Burn, Mild Violence, Facial Shaving, Happy Ending) – Here be a tale of adventure for both body and soul, but beware if ye be not of stout heart, for this be piratelock, ya savvy? Luckless ship's surgeon John Watson takes a chance, and finds himself eye to eye with The Ghost, the scourge of the seven seas and a definite thorn in the side of the blaggard, James Moriarty. But when John finds there's more to this most cunning pirate than be meetin' the eye, he has to choose... is it a pirate's life for him?

#steph replies #johnlock fic recs #my fic recs #fave fics #e-rated fics #astudyinconsultingdetective #long post

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jewalsgem · 4 years

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Chicagoland Vampire Series Review

So this 13 book series (yeah, it’s a long one but they are extremely good) starts with Some Girls Bite by Chloe Neill (she wrote all of them and is working on Heirs to Chicagoland rn) Spoiler warning for the whole series because that’s the only way I know how to properly review. Only seems fitting that as the first book series I read that it should be the first one I review. Also, leaving out the actual mystery part as 1. I don’t want to ruin everything for you and 2. It’s been a few years since I’ve read most of these books, I only remember most of the romance parts of the books.

Some Girls Bite starts off with POV character Merit (who is the protagonist the entire series) being turned into a vampire. She then goes to the Cadogan house (being the house of vampire she belongs to since the master, Ethan Sullivan, turned her) to properly scold Sullivan (I can’t call him Ethan since that’s my little brother’s name, so he will be referred to as Sullivan) for turning her without her permission. Merit ends up being named his Sentinel (protector pretty much) and her bff Malory turns out to be a sorceress (Nothing bad can happen there). It ends with Sullivan finding out who was threatening Merit and properly taking care of it (more like, exiling that person) (also, yeah. Someone wanted Merit dead and I forget when that started happening)

Friday Night Bites. Okay, so I read this book in less than a day and most of it I don’t actually remember. Pretty much, it introduces shifters and has Merit move into the Cadogan house because Catcher and Malory were making out too much. (Catcher trained Merit to fight with a katana in the first book, but he usually is just Malory’s boyfriend who loves Lifetime movies). Also, Sullivan gifts Merit a library to apologize for turning her. (Someone loves Beauty and the Beast.)

Twice Bitten. Firstly, the chapter 8 in this book is a sex scene and, as my best friend and I were reading this in 8th grade, the first one either of us have ever read. Because of that, every sex scene we call a “Chapter 8″. But Merit and Sullivan are a couple finally! For less than 24 hours, but still counts. Here we first shown the prophecy (pause for dramatic effect). Pretty much vampires can’t have kids and Merit is shown a child with Sullivan’s eyes by Gabriel (Apex of the pack)

Hard Bitten. First book that ever made me cry even though I knew what was going to happen in it and the next one. So Merit and Sullivan still don’t entirely like each other, but they slowly start to. (Trust still very new for both of them) And then Sullivan jumps in front of Merit and takes a stake to his heart and dies. (Gods dammit)

Drink Deep. So, I really don’t remember this book expect dreams about Sullivan, sleeping in his bed because she missed him, and Malory bringing him back (for power but he did come back as himself.) (This series IS 13 books, I can only remember half of it, okay. And this is my least favorite out of the series.)

Biting Cold. Most of this was a road trip with Sullivan realizing that he doesn’t have telepathy with Merit anymore and is bound to Malory, in a way. Merit also kicks his ass in order to convince him that he was being stupid, and Malory breaks the bound with Sullivan, making everyone happy, for a while.

House Rules. Sullivan sleeps on the couch. And sex in his office. Do I remember much else? Not really. Is that a pretty good summary of it? Yes.

Biting Bad. Shit. The only thing I actually remember was Malory was working for the pack trying to make amends for how much damage she caused. I feel like most of the drama was with the other houses in this one, since that’s usually how things went. Also, found out her dad tried to get Sullivan to turn her into a vampire. Fake proposals start (happens at least once a book after this). Feel like this was the Valentine’s one too.

Wild Things. Merit and Sullivan hang out with the Pack (they have an official name but I really don’t remember it and it’s long.) and Sullivan finally is told about (dramatic pause) the prophecy. Dealing with the Pack and baby Connor (He’s important later.)

Blood Games. Merit goes through a lot of shit and tries to kill Sullivan in her sleep. Pretty much, old asshole tries to control Merit, pretty sure he died. The GPA (Thing in charge of all the houses) gets destroyed. (Don’t really remember when though.) Also, Malory and Catcher get married and Sullivan decapitates someone while protecting Merit.

Dark Debt. Other house gets in trouble and Merit and Sullivan to the rescue. That’s it. Maybe Merit’s birthday too. (Or that was Blood Games.). SULLIVAN GOT ARRESTED FOR LIKE, A WEEK. The lawyer gets him out, but still.

Midnight Marked. Actual proposal happens, cute stuff and murder mystery (okay, that’s the series in 5 words.)

Blade Bound. Bachelorette party, wedding, dragon battle with a cursed sword and baby. Okay, first, the sword because that’s linked to the baby. The purpose of the sword was to capture the soul of the dragon into the sword. That didn’t exactly happen, though and Merit got pregnant with Elissa, yes the baby is a badass girl just like her mom. Connor and Elissa become “friends”. (More on that in the Heirs)

#book review #chicagoland vampires #long post #chloe neill

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chasholidays · 5 years

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Could you please do a Bellamy POV of Bromans episode 8? Specifically including Clarke’s fight with Ontari because I’ve always wondered what the his and the cast’s reactions were!

Original fic here!

By the last episode of Bromans, Bellamy is generally prepared for the worst. Or, if not the worst, at least the most absurd and least good for him, personally. That’s the general Broman vibe.

Well, okay, the Clarke thing was good. Bromans is the best thing that’s happened to his relationship with her in years, but it’s unclear how much credit the show itself deserves for that. It’s not like the producers were trying to get him and Clarke together, and while the forced proximity was definitely a factor, that was entirely his and Clarke’s decision. The challenges haven’t made a huge difference, give or take the one where he had to ID Clarke’s breasts. But, again, they weren’t trying to destroy his sanity or upgrade his relationship, and it’s not like it helped with his general mental state.

So he feels pretty comfortable saying that Bromans is trying to kill him and never gives him anything good. Anything good he gets from it is incidental and unintentional. At best, the show is ridiculous.

Which means that when Murphy takes them away after breakfast on the second-to-last day, he’s expecting something especially terrible. Any deviation from the routine is usually a red flag, especially this late in the game.

“Seriously, no hints?” he asks Murphy.

Murphy glances over his shoulder. “What part of our whole vibe makes you think I’m going to give you hints? That’s not the dynamic we’ve got going. I don’t actually like you.”

“Bullshit,” says Dax. “He’s totally your favorite.”

“That doesn’t mean I like him,” Murphy shoots back, without missing a beat. “It just means I hate all you other assholes more. No offense.”

“Ah yes, the elusive inoffensive I hate all you assholes,” says Roan, dry as sand. “Very hard to pull off.”

“Whatever, I’m not telling anyone shit, so who cares what my personal ranking of favorites is? Legatus will tell you when he tells you.”

“He’ll be taking each of you aside individually,” Anya puts in. At least it’s someone’s job to be helpful. “Order will be Dax, Roan, Ilian, Bellamy. Once you’re done with Legatus, you’ll have individual interviews, and then you’ll go back to your girlfriends together. All clear?”

They chorus their agreement, used to this kind of thing by now, and speculate on what might be coming as they walk. The most convincing theory to Bellamy is that they’re doing some sort of individual physical trial, although everyone has their own idea of what he specifics will be. Roan is sure they’ll have to fight Lincoln in single combat, but Bellamy has to believe that’s not true. Lincoln would wipe the floor with him and Octavia would mock him for the rest of their lives. And, honestly, none of them are up to beating Lincoln in a fight, so there’s no way that can be it. They already have enough footage of everyone getting their asses kicked in training, they don’t need more.

But having to complete some weird strength test to prove their worthiness feels completely on brand for the show, and Bellamy can probably do that. He was in good shape before the show started, and the daily workouts and challenges definitely have him even better off. He’s not the best physical specimen on the show, but he still likes his odds to win, depending on the challenges.

Going last in any event is always a little stressful, especially when he doesn’t see the people doing it before him, but the good news is that no one’s paying any attention to what he’s up to, so he and Miller can just play Words With Friends while they wait.

It’s weird, the knowledge that he’s going to miss this. This ridiculous show and these ridiculous people. This whole ridiculous experience.

“Bellamy,” says Anya, pulling his attention from Miller. “Your turn.”

“If I die, tell Clarke to never let my sister live it down,” he says.

“Not that you love her?”

“She knows that. She might not know she killed me.” He wipes his hands on his tunic and stands, goes into the tent where Lincoln is waiting.

He and Lincoln haven’t been one-on-one very often, which is nice, if he’s honest. When they’re out in the open with all the other contestants, it’s a lot easier to remember that this is Legatus, their training master, not Lincoln, his almost brother-in-law.

“Legatus,” he says, with a nod.

The smile is all Lincoln. “Bellamy. Congratulations on making it this far, I knew you could. And I didn’t even have to cheat for you.”

“Would you tell me if you had?”

“Probably. I’d feel bad sooner or later.” He clears his throat. “Okay, real take?”

“Real take.”

It’s like flipping a switch; Lincoln’s face smooths out, going hard and serious, and suddenly he’s Legatus. “Bellamy. You have fought hard and overcome much, and now we have come to the end of the road. Tomorrow, we’ll find out if you have what it takes to earn your place among the Bromans. But no matter the outcome, you have proved yourself as a warrior.”

“Thank you.”

“In recognition of your accomplishments, I have prepared something for you. A gift.”

“A gift?” he blurts out, too surprised to remember to stay in some kind of character. “You’re giving gifts now?”

“You have done well, you deserve to be rewarded.” He claps his hands and a couple extras come in with–

Armor. Actual, real-life armor. It’s so fucking badass.

“Seriously?”

“You’ve earned it,” says Lincoln, letting probably a little too much sincerity bleed through into his voice. But he recovers fast. “Now, don’t let me down. Fight bravely tomorrow and show me what you’re made of!”

“I will.” He can’t help flashing a grin; they can cut it. “Thanks.”

Lincoln smiles back. “You’re welcome.”

After the unexpected gift of his own set of armor, Bellamy really isn’t sure what to expect next from the producers. It really could go anywhere at this point, so going back to the cesspit for the girls’ last challenge is actually a little disappointing. Clarke, at least, is excited, but she has a good history there. If he’d figured out how to (lowkey) cheat in as many challenges in the cesspit as she had, he’d like it too.

And it was kind of where they had their first kiss. That part was cool too. But he was hoping for something a little more dramatic.

“This should be straightforward,” Anya announces, once everyone is gathered and the shit-talking Clarke has died down. “You all know the drill by now. There are three bags, and you have to get two of them back to your pedestal. Only one bag at a time, and no one is allowed to help you. If you want to get the bag away from your competitor, you have to earn it. The winners of the first round will go on to compete against each other for the prize.”

“What is the prize?” Ontari asks.

Anya smiles her usual tight smile, like she realizes that there is no “prize” in Bromans that’s actually good. “You’ll get to pick your boyfriend’s first opponent in the emperor’s games.”

Even by their admittedly low standards, it’s pretty uninspired, but that doesn’t matter to Clarke. Clarke doesn’t need a reason to be competitive, she goes cut-throat competitive at the drop of a hat.

He really does love her.

“The first round will be Clarke versus Ontari and Gaia versus Raven,” Anya adds. “Raven, we need to check your leg in the water first.”

Bellamy leans in close to Clarke as Raven tests her brace in the water. “You know this doesn’t matter, right?”

“I know.”

“I don’t care who I fight.”

“Yeah, it doesn’t really matter.”

“Ontari is kind of scary.”

She makes a face. “A little, I guess? Not that scary.”

“All I’m saying is that the stakes could not be lower here. So you should just have fun.”

“Winning is fun,” she says, and he puts his arm around her, kisses her hair.

“I guess it is.”

On the one hand, he’s not really expecting Clarke to throw the match or anything. He knows better than to think she won’t try. But he’s hoping she won’t do anything extreme, or come up with some weird new trick that finally gets her banished from the show. It would be a real anticlimax to lose like that.

And, in Clarke’s defense, she does absolutely nothing to bend the rules. She picks up only one bag, takes it to her pedestal, glances at Ontari, then back at the bags. In theory, she’s got this–most people who win the sprint win the whole game, but Ontari’s more athletic than than Clarke and definitely fights more.

“I really hope Ontari doesn’t try to drown her,” Raven murmurs.

“I wish she was up against you or Gaia,” Bellamy admits. “I’m pretty sure she and Ontari both take this way too seriously.”

“Are you kidding? I’m going to win this. If I go up against Clarke, I’m going to crush her.”

“Yeah, but not, like, murder her.”

“Not if I don’t have to.”

“You don’t think Clarke can outrun her?” Roan asks.

“I think we’re going to find out.”

Really, the big issue is that Bellamy doesn’t actually have to watch Clarke do this very often. She did challenges when he was in “jail,” but everything else has been assisting him or ridiculous. He never had to worry the way she did about injuries, even ridiculous, historically inaccurate Broman injuries.

All he wants is for it to be over soon, so, of course, it lasts forever.

Bellamy realizes almost immediately how bad it’s going to be. He catches Clarke’s expression when Ontari jumps her, the hard, stubborn set of her jaw, a clear sign that she will stay there forever if that’s what she has to do to win.

“Someone should start a timer,” he mutters.

“A timer?” asks Gaia.

“This is going to take a while.”

“How long can you fight over a sand bag?” Raven asks, and it’s not as if she’s going to jinx it, but she’s definitely underestimating how stubborn Clarke is. But understanding starts to dawn on her (and everybody else) after about five minutes, when they’ve barely moved and Bellamy has already settled in.

“You weren’t kidding,” Ilian says, slumping down next to him.

“Honestly, we should have brought a deck of cards. Unless Dax thinks Ontari’s going to give up on this.”

“They’re going to die in that pool,” Dax says. From anyone else, Bellamy would take it as deadpan humor, but he can’t tell that Dax has a sense of humor, so they really might die in there.

“Legally we have to step in before anyone dies,” says Anya. “So let me know if you think it’s getting close.”

“None of you are making me feel better,” Bellamy grumbles.

“She’s definitely not going to drown,” Raven says, patting him on the shoulder. “And she’s probably going to win. But she’ll wear herself out and then I’ll beat her with, like, zero effort. So this is perfect for me.”

“I might beat you,” Gaia puts in. “I mean, I probably won’t. But there’s always a chance.”

Raven smiles like a shark. “Yeah, anything’s possible.”

Bellamy stops asking for updates on how long it’s been at the twenty-minute mark, mostly because he thinks hearing it is worse than not hearing it. There’s a part of him that just wants to yell to Clarke it doesn’t matter, but Ontari could end this at any time too, and she’s not, so it’s not like it’s Clarke’s responsibility to do it either. He’s not going to tell her to quit when she could win.

Still, this is getting ridiculous.

“Honestly, I’m not going to just throw it in, but she probably deserves the win just for doing this,” Raven says, after what has been at minimum forty minutes and could be as long as five hours, at this point. Time has lost all meaning. If the sun sets, he won’t be surprised.

“Is there any way you can edit it to make this look like the finals?” Bellamy asks Anya.

She seems as hypnotized as all of them, for once, but her reflexes are as sharp as ever. “Raven would kill me, so, no.”

“I’m glad we’re all just assuming I’m going to win,” says Raven. “Not that I’m not, but glad I’ve got your support.” She starts. “Wait, head’s up, Clarke is doing something.”

Bellamy’s attention snaps back to the cesspit, but it’s already almost over. Clarke must have surged forward, taking advantage of how exhausted Ontari was, and she smacks the sandbag onto the pedestal with a resounding thunk.

“Clarke wins,” says Anya, and Bellamy jumps into the water without thinking, dragging himself over to where Clarke has collapsed on top of her hard-won prize.

“Jesus, you could have just lost,” he tells her when he reaches her, laughing a little in disbelief. He saw it coming, but somehow she still surprised him.

She raises her head for a tired smile, and he pulls her arm over his shoulders, half-dragging her out of the water.

“Have you met me?” she asks.

He gives her a quick kiss. “I have, yeah. That was amazing.”

“How long was it?”

“No idea.” He kisses her hair, relieved beyond words that this happened now, when he’s allowed to kiss her as much as he wants. Ridiculous, yes, but this is the girl he fell in love with. “You know you have to do another round, right?”

“Yeah. Raven’s going to kick my ass, I’m so done.”

Raven and Roan are at the edge of the cesspit to help her up, Raven grinning ear to ear. “Fuck, I didn’t know you wanted it that much,” she teases.

“Like you don’t,” Clarke shoots back. She still looks exhausted, but Bellamy feels better with her out of the water, and even better when one of the crew has a towel he can use to try to warm her up. “Are you okay?” he murmurs, hopefully quietly enough that no one can hear it. He doesn’t need this to make it on TV.

“Tired.”

“Yeah.” He wraps her up in his arms, reveling in the fact that he can, that she wants him to. He hopes he never gets used to itl he wants to always feel this lucky to be holding her. “That was really fucking cool.”

“All I did was stay still.”

“Trust me, it was cool.”

Raven and Gaia don’t take nearly as long, of course, which means Clarke has to go again almost immediately. Anya actually steps in and makes them wait, gives Clarke some gatorade and has one of the medics clear her before she goes in again.

“I’m still going to lose,” Clarke tells him.

“You already won.” He kisses her. “Give her hell.”

Roan flashes him a smile as Clarke and Raven get set up. “We’ve done very well for ourselves, haven’t we?”

It’s not the kind of sentiment Bellamy would have expected to be feeling on the set of Bromans, but here he is. His life is, against all odds, awesome.

“Yeah,” he tells Roan. “We really did.”

The feeling dies the next day, at the exact second Murphy says “fascinum.”

The morning had been going pretty well up until then. They’d had an early night because Clarke was still worn out from the match with Ontari, and while her reminder that they’ll be home again soon with a real life to figure out was a little stressful, he’s pretty sure they’ll be fine.

Mostly he’s ready to be done, and he figured the games would take most of the day. He wasn’t anticipating the dick-shaped bump in the road, but he probably should have been. Dick statues are too good for Bromans to pass on. If he hadn’t had so much going on, he probably would have been realized it was happening. He would have been disappointed if they didn’t do this.

As it is, though, he kind of wants to die.

“Huh,” says Murphy, looking Bellamy up and down like this is the Roman trivia he finally cares about. Which, to be fair, it probably is. Assuming he’s like every other guy Bellamy knows who’s ever studied Latin. “I wasn’t sure you were gonna have that one off the top of your head.”

Bellamy shrugs. “I took Latin in high school, that one was a big hit with everyone. Big reactions.”

“Cool. You can share with the rest of the class.”

“Seriously?” It feels like they shouldn’t be able to do this on TV. Bromans cannot possibly be airing on HBO. It would explain where they got their budget, but it’s not an HBO show.

His dick is not going to be on TV. There’s no way.

“It’s an important part of Roman culture,” Murphy says, straight-faced.

Clarke is frowning at him. “Spill.”

His sigh will probably be cut like a dramatic pause, but mostly he’s very tired. He would rather fight Roan in single combat again. “We’re making penis charms.”

Roan’s dick is out almost before he’s even finished, before Bellamy’s even sure everyone else knows what’s happening. “My time has come!”

That sounds about right.

The problem, of course, is that it’s only Roan’s time. Roan is ready for this and excited, while the rest of them are just stripping down in front of a the entire cast and crew so they can stick their dicks into some cold plaster.

“Should we be, like–into this?” Dax asks, sounding dubious.

“If this is a kink for you, don’t tell me,” says Murphy. “I already know way more about all your dicks than I want to. Especially Roan. If you just found out this does it for you, keep it to yourself.”

“No, I mean–”

“He’s a grower,” Ontari supplies. “Not a shower.”

“Is it too late to quit this show?” Bellamy murmurs to Clarke. “We could leave, right? Hitchhike back?”

“Think about the kind of person who would pick up a hitchhiker with a flower pot on his dick,” she says. “That’s the last person you want to get a ride from.”

“I was thinking I’d beat up Miller and take his clothes first.”

“Wow, you’ve really got this figured out,” says Miller, dry. “After everything I’ve done for you?”

“Which one of us has our dick in a flower pot?” Bellamy shoots back. “I don’t have friends anymore. Just a list of people I hate. And Clarke.”

“I should probably be on the people you hate this, I’m really enjoying this.”

He glares at her. “How?”

“It’s hilarious and I get to look at your dick. What’s not to like?”

It’s hard to maintain complete annoyance when Clarke is saying nice things about his dick, which she has touched and wants to continue touching in the future. That’s an upside.

“I’m with Murphy, if this is a kink for you I don’t want to know,” he tells her, and she kisses his shoulder.

“Cool, I won’t tell you.”

Raven wants more information about fascinum because of course she does, and that conversation carries them through the end of actual molding process. Which, of course, leaves the awkward removal part, and then the cleaning up which, in a porno, would definitely involve Clarke blowing him, or possibly him, Roan, Ilian and Dax having an orgy, depending on the porno and its genre.

In real life, though, everyone is paying too much to removing their own dick pots to pay much attention to what he’s doing, and they’ve all showered together enough that the nudity isn’t even really that novel anymore. Sometimes it feels like he’s more familiar with Roan’s dick than he is his own at this point, but it’s probably just because he doesn’t have nightmares about his own dick.

“What were you expecting when you came here?” he asks the man in question.

“Hm?”

“Did you think you were going to be washing plaster off your balls?”

Roan seems to be really thinking it over, which means he might have, at some point in his life, thought about washing plaster off his dick.

Well, it’s Bellamy’s own fault for asking.

“Not this exactly, but the broad experience is what I was looking for. But I don’t see why you decided to do it, honestly,” is what he finally says.

“The Roman stuff isn’t enough of a reason?”

“This is a far more accurate experience than I was expecting, and it’s still not particularly realistic,” Roan says, not unreasonably. “I don’t think you were really expecting an authentic Roman getaway.”

“No.”

“So, what were you expecting?”

The truth, of course, was that he was expecting to spend a few weeks hanging out with his best friend and favorite person, and he’d be going slowly insane from fake PDA. It hadn’t been related to Bromans, specifically, which he had figured would be–

Kind of exactly what he got. Absurd and historically inaccurate and full of challenges he didn’t want to do and weird shit he and Clarke could laugh about later. If anything, it’s been better than he expected, even leaving aside the fact that Clarke’s actually in love with him too. He’s made friends and had fun and he may never live this down, but he could actually win, which is the best possible way to never live something down. He’s within spitting distance of being the best Broman, and if he’s not, there won’t be any shame in losing to Roan.

“Not sure,” he says, and smiles. “Nothing nearly this good.”

Roan grins and claps him on the shoulder. “That’s what I thought. Now, shall we go get our penis statues?”

Bellamy rolls his eyes. “We better, yeah.”

Only in Brome.

#todayisthesortofday

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whocrownedyouqueen · 5 years

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Getaway Car - S.M.

1.8K. Shawn Mendes AU. Inspired by Taylor Swift’s song Getaway Car. Female first person POV.

The smell of money and fire invaded my nose as the man beside me pressed his foot down heavily on the gas pedal making the small car lurch forward onto the highway.

“Shawn!”

I screamed over the fading sirens and the heavy beating of my heart. Glancing behind me, the police car’s neon blue lights fell in time with the orange flames that were quickly overtaking it. Shawn’s jaw clenched, hands gripping the steering wheel tightly, eyes hidden behind black sunglasses cautiously glancing in the rearview mirror.

“He’s dead” I mumbled more to myself than him, leaning back into the seat with a sigh.

“I know. We were this close to being caught,” he grumbled his knuckles turning white. Robbing a bank, killing a police officer in a fire...we were vandals on the run. I blew his mind with the first match that started the fire, proving my dedication to him with fiery flames, nowhere close to the ones he had lit in my heart just months ago.

As the car flew down the seemingly abandoned highway (which wouldn’t be for long) I let a few tears fall and realized the error of my ways. But, with a bag full of stolen cash and murder on my record, now was not the time for self-reflection. Shawn ran a hand through his chocolate brown hair, tugging frustratingly at the ends. The tension in the car was palpable but my love for the man beside me blocked it out just like it always had.

“It won’t be long before the cops try and find us again.” For the first time in what felt like hours he turned his head to look at me, I could feel his gaze even from underneath the darkened frames.

“I’m sorry,” he sounded sincere, eyes now fixed on the road, my own focused on the rearview mirror as we exited the highway and navigated onto a dirt road with looming trees and vegetation.

“I’m sorry too,” I replied letting out a shaky relieved breath at the absence of police cars and helicopters, desperate for a re-do button, a reset to this day.

I would lose Shawn today, that was a fact. It was there burning through my veins along with the anxiety and fear of the unknown, becoming my own person again, navigating without his dark eyes and carefree grin. The car pulled into a dirt parking space a small motel sat in the distance with white cracked paint and huge glass windows, it didn’t look like anyone was here.

Shawn cut the engine before leaning back and collecting the black backpack which held almost one-million dollars in cash, how we managed to pull it off I wasn’t sure. My memory was instead filled with Shawn -- images of Shawn with a silver revolver in his hand. A flash of him stuffing the money in a bag, his steady hand grabbing my shaky one and pulling me through the door to a car out back. The taste of his lips as he kissed me while adrenaline coursed through our veins. The look of pride on his face as I lit the first match to destroy the man who almost caught us. Orange flames dancing in his eyes as he marveled the destruction.

Snap back to the present -- his strong grip in my own as we made our way into the motel which was lit by candlelight. An older woman sat behind a wooden desk. I nervously chewed on my lower lip as we approached, the backpack secure with Shawn. “Good evening” the woman muttered with a small grin. Skipping the pleasantries Shawn pulled a wad of cash from his wallet and slapped it on the desk muttering how a friend, J, referred him, that we needed a room because we were on a road trip and were just passing through for a couple of nights.

The woman didn’t seem to suspect anything but there was not a computer or T.V. in sight, an old rotary dial phone sat off to the side. Maybe she hadn’t seen or heard the news? She handed Shawn a silver motel key with the number three on it and pointed to a dark stairwell around the corner. I smiled in appreciation before we climbed the creaky steps and entered the dingy motel room. It smelled like smoke and cheap cleaner both things I noticed while I paced nervously around the stained carpet. Meanwhile, Shawn was busy locking the door and closing the blinds before he carelessly emptied the backpack’s contents onto the floral comforter.

Out spilled thick stacks of hundred dollar bills held together by rubber bands, his shiny revolver, a burner phone, a pack of cigarettes, a couple changes of clothes for each of us, hair dye which we bought as an afterthought after watching that show on Netflix. Shawn removed his sunglasses tossing them into the pile before wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me against his toned chest.

“We’ll get through this, baby” he assured but the slight uncertainty in his voice told me he was just as afraid as I was.

I merely nodded my response, letting my eyes fall closed as I breathed him in, pretending that the world wasn’t against us, pretending we were back at home cuddled on the couch and that this was all a bad dream. Looking up at him his eyes met my own a thousand unspoken thoughts swimming between our gazes, things we didn’t speak aloud.

“I love you” he whispered as he leaned down and pressed his lips gently against my own.

As he pushed me back against the bed I committed everything to memory, the way my body fell against the pile of money, the sound of the gun as he placed it on the nightstand before his lips were back against my own. The way his soft curls felt in my fingers, the scent of his cologne mixed with sweat. The sound of the money falling to the floor as Shawn’s lips worked against my own. Nothing seemed to matter in those few moments save for Shawn and my brain cataloging everything for later. We spent those few minutes chasing a high together and like always I followed Shawn’s lead.

Once the high came and gone a cold dose of reality hit me as my boyfriend lay beside me. My head on his chest while my brain was miles away swimming in the regret of our mistakes, my heart not doing much better as another metaphorical crack ripped through it and landed somewhere near Shawn.

“You’ll always have a piece of my heart” I whispered into the darkness a single tear falling down my cheek and splashing onto his chest.

“As will you always have a piece of mine, darling” Shawn whispered into my hair before placing a chaste kiss against my head.

We lay like that for what could have been hours, enjoying each other’s company while being lost in our own thoughts, regrets, and fears. As time passed I felt my soul detach from his and make its way back into my body. Shawn fell asleep soon after curls decorating the white pillow, soft lips parted slightly, his brain working rapidly behind the scenes playing out his dreams.

“Don’t forget me,” I whispered before detangling myself from his grasp.

Luckily, Shawn was a deep sleeper but I made sure to be quiet as I moved through the small hotel room. My first stop was the bathroom I quickly applied the dye into my hair which worked in turning my blonde curls to a midnight black. As my strands darkened I re-packed the backpack with everything save for the gun and Shawn’s extra clothes, leaving them behind for him. Once my hair was rinsed and halfway dry I grabbed a red lipstick which was packed with my clothes and penned a message for Shawn on the mirror.

After dressing in one of my extra outfits and tying my boots back on I swung the backpack on. Before leaving, I stared sadly at the sleeping man before me taking in the rise and fall of his chest, the soft sounds he made while sleeping. The gorgeous body of his bathed in a sliver of moonlight which managed to peek through the curtains.

“Come find me” I whispered betraying my soul which had just come back to me. I knew this was goodbye from the moment the day started and yet I still wished it wasn’t, still wished we’d get our happy ending after all. With one last glance over my shoulder, I left the man who would forever own a piece of my heart.

I started the car then dug out the burner phone before shoving the backpack under the seat. Typing in the number I almost changed my mind but told the operator the location of the hotel and that I had seen someone suspicious walking into one of the rooms. I described Shawn’s appearance, said he was alone and looked like the guy on T.V. Then I tossed the phone out of the window listening to it crack against the concrete before I pulled the car out into the night and to the start of my new life.

Shawn woke suddenly to an empty bed, his body drenched in a cold sweat. It seemed as if his brain was alerting him to the disaster which had unfolded before him. He hastily got up throwing on his clothes before searching for what he knew would be gone, finding only the gun and his extra outfit. Cursing under his breath he tried to think of a plan as he made his way into the bathroom.

Flipping on the dim light he was greeted by a red x penned on the mirror with lipstick. His eyes instantly flicked down to the small x that was tattooed on his wrist. They had both gotten the same tattoo just months ago when they were still dizzy from new love, the x symbolizing a kiss that would serve as a reminder of their passion and dedication to each other. A loud bang snapped him out of his reverie, he looked past the x on the mirror taking in his messy hair and tired eyes. His heart felt as if it was breaking inside his chest especially when it came to the fact he was losing the love of his life. This was all because he swore they’d be able to pull off the bank heist then things quickly went south. Before he knew it, they’d committed murder. Did he blame her for ditching him and leaving him to suffer? Yes and no. He guessed that desire had died down on one side once the cold truth of reality seeped into their bubble. It was his fault, after all, and he would take full responsibility for it.

Once the cops busted down the door -- Shawn’s life ceased to move forward. His mind was stuck playing a loop of his precious memories, ones that he had created with the woman of his dreams, the one he had selfishly driven away. As he was loaded into the back of the police car he realized he knew she’d leave all along but yet he was willing to do it all again. He’d do anything to keep her and that wouldn’t stop now.

#shawn mendes #shawn mendes fanfiction #shawn mendes fic #shawn mendes au #shawn mendes imagine #shawn peter raul mendes #first-person #shawn mendes one shot #mine #my writing #shawn mendes story #getaway car

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purghhappenings · 6 years

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I LOVE your hc on shanks×mihawk! (I think their ship name is akataka??) and yes, it killed me that there is so little content about this ship. So can you do another hc on them but like, from the red haired pirates' POV? Like ben saw shanks with heart eyes staring at mihawk and he was like "oh crap" Thanks!

AhhhhH!!!!!!!!! It is akataka and if you search that your world will open up like mine did, alright we’re going to be going from basically Shanks and Mihawk first meeting to them developing over the years and i totally hope you like this cause I’ve been so excited to write about this all day. (This is kind of in the POV also kinda third person?? I’m so sorry if it sucks)

I’m also putting this under the cut

Benn Beckman was usually a man of few words, and thankfully he had just the right amount of words for this situation. “What in God’s name were you thinking?!” -The next day after an entire town was leveled due to two pirates clashing

The day had started pretty normal, it was their captains birthday so naturally a party was held

They had stopped at a relatively calm Grand line island, rumors of a man with a permanent glare on his face reached the crew but “what does that matter, its my birthday” -Shanks before Benn murdered him.

Luck be thy name, the permanent glare guy was at the fucking bar as the red haired pirates.

To this day both gentlemen refuse to admit they were too stupid to admit their undying lust and then love

Shanks: definitely love at first sightMihawk: It was something at first sight yeahYassop: murder at first sight

One wrong look turned Dracule “Hawk-eyes” Mihawk into a murderous heathen

To this day Benn loses his shit because Mihawk thought Shanks wanted to pick a fight with how hard the guy was glaring at him but Shanks, in all of his glory, *cough* idiocy *cough* was completely and utterly star struck.

Benn: to most he looks constipated and severely confused but to us he still looks that way but it means he likes someone

Lucky Roo: My favorite part was they both didn’t know how to handle their obvious attraction and chose to have a fucking brawl in the bar

No, not with swords, even though they’re both swordsman I’m talking throwing punches and each other over shit

This went on for several years. For years they hated one another which the government of course tried to play up because of Shanks being an emperor and everytime his picture was shown Mihawk just fucking left(kinda like War of the Best, that motherfucker went nyoom)

Finally, they of course meet again on the same day, and Shanks has recovered enough brain cells that he shares with Buggy to start actively flirting with the terror known as Mihawk.

Eventually MIhawk gets so frustrated that he finally shouts “Why must you consistently appear on my birthday?!”

And like a fucking lightbulb every. single. red haired pirate crew member took a moment of silence for mihawk.

Shanks: Its your birthday?! -Said with a shit eating grinMihawk: What of it??Red Haired Pirates: Oh no.Shanks: Oh. Yes.

That was the last day Dracule “Hawkeyes” Mihawk ever had a cruise around the grandline in peace

Shanks at some point during this: he fucking enjoys it at this pointBenn marking down in a notebook: mihawk could be a masochist which is the least shocking thing our idiot captain has told about him

After the initial them wanting to absolute bang murder each other, they did start a bit slow because mihawk was a brick on the brake.

Or a total downer depending on which person you asked

A general consensus is Mihawk is the dumbest smart man they know because Shanks is fucking crazy and at least he had enough hindsight to say “I’m not getting out of this unless he dies or I do” and though he tried at first he realized some levels of crazy could not be killed

He seems pretty emotionless but Benn has never feared for his captains life more than when they met up after Shanks lost his arm and Mihawk almost slaughtered him, his crew, and half of the grandline

After Mihawk learned the story he said no kid is ever worth a limb, then he met his two children Perona and Zoro and his adopted son Luffy and dammit he would give up a limb for them too

Benn has never feared for Mihawks life more than when Mihawk told Shanks he had gone after Luffy(in hindsight it was to keep other warlords off of him, but also to see what the kid was made of) Shanks was a momma bear and Mihawk actually disappeared for a few days

Which also went into the notebook that has the affectionate title “Our Dumb Captain and his Somehow Slightly Dumber Boyfriend” Or the ODCAHSSDB because Shanks and Mihawk almost figured out it existed and Yassop was quick to make them confused cause honest to god try saying ODCAHSSDB a few times like(i can barely type it)

The Red Haired Pirates did. Not. Approve. At first. They had good points like

He’s tried to kill you

he’s a warlord

he’s trIED TO KILL YOU

HE’S A WARLORD WHO IS TOTALLY AGAINST YOU

They effectively fell on deaf ears because there were actual fucking hearts in his eyes.

They warmed up to the idea pretty fast when they realized mihawk wasn’t psychotic like their captain oh my god an actual fucking playing piece Benn is not afraid to admit he’s called Mihawk on Shanks when his captain is being unreasonable and wont listen

Mihawk will not hesitate to admit to calling Benn when Shank’s is being a little shit and he doesn’t have the time what do you mean Zoro’s lost he said he was going to the bathroom

They are allies and powerful ones at that, especially when both Benn and Mihawk get called because Shanks is being one giant little shit

Yassop; We’ve only ever had to call them together twice, but the one time Captain got so drunk he wanted to burn Marie Jois to the ground and while we’d love to do that, we. just. can’t.Lucky Roo: It was fucking hilarious I’ve never seen captain more afraid and unfortunately turned on in his life and I can’t get the image out of my head

Nobody is not saying Akataka is kinky but you do the math

They’ve had more ups than they’ve had downs because of how well they mesh, where Mihawk doesn’t want to sympathize Shanks is there to sympathize and when Shanks is too involved Mihawk works well as an anchor-Rockstar at some point being so drunk explaining to random people

Over the twenty or so years Mihawk and Shanks have known and been together the Red Haired Pirates have seen them fight only one time. And they regret to inform you it was not over something difficult.

It was how to pronounce Donquixote Doflamingo while drunk which spiraled into Luffy and Law purposefully mispronouncing his name

That is unfortunately the best fight Yassop has got to witness

LR: Shanks tried to fuck with Mihawk when I asked for the salt by trying to hand him over, but Mihawk had to have been expecting it because three seconds later and captain was in my lap

Shanks is a hopeless romantic, the hopeless part about it is he doesn’t know how to be romantic while all it takes from Dracule is him stopping by on his coffin boat and a rose and Shanks cannot function for three days

They’re very domestic which is odd for a band of pirates to see because when they shop together its as people not as two feared pirates

It was very unsettling.

As it was said, they didn’t like the warlord much, then realized he was an ally, but now he’s more of a family member. They all joke and tease him, sometimes if Shanks is busy they’ll call to just check up especially if they hear the world government is doing some shady shit(especially after moria)

No, now Mihawk is unfortunately(to his ego) almost considered a redhaired pirate just to a point of “No he’s not officially with us but cross him and you’ve crossed us”

After Shanks lost his arm Mihawk slaughtered several schools of sea kings out of spite -Yassop trying to spread that around on various islands

OKAY!

I’m so sorry if this is terrible, I’d like to blame wine but I really can’t I haven’t ever written HC’s like this before more of my POV with various feat. Of what I imagine the characters to be saying so I really hope you like it(if not you may stone me or challenge me to a Davy Back Fight)

My inbox is always open so hit me up with more requests!!!! I’m always bored and loving talking you guys so thank you for the ask and I seriously hope you enjoy it!!!!

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sluttttyyylee19 · 6 years

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Interactive Reader x Pentagon x NCT Ghost AU

Part 1

Everything felt cold when I woke up. One second I was hot and sweaty and thinking about the date I had later that night with my boyfriend. The boyfriend that I believed was my one and only. Turns out that wasn’t exactly the case. But we can get back to that later.

It was October and I was halfway through my first semester of community college. I had gotten a boyfriend that I met through some dumb dating app, and I was rooming with my two best friends and it was all going so well. I mean as well, as well could be when you had gotten attacked at a party your boyfriend made you attend only two months before. As well, as well could be when ever since the attack you had become a workout junkie, so much so that when you were in the zone you never noticed anything that happened around you. That was what happened to me. I was running on the treadmill, headphones in, blasting Pentagon to keep myself motivated, all while thinking about my upcoming date. Everything was normal until I felt absolutely nothing. No warning, no preparation for fight or flight, not even pain, only the brief period of nothing.

I woke up what felt like hours later, but was actually right after. I sat up looked around and saw people screaming and running in all directions to get away. I then saw a crazy person with a black hoodie and a gun chasing the people and shooting them. I looked down and realized that although I had sat up, my body was still laying on the ground, lifeless and cold, unrecognizable and bleeding. There was no panic, no confusion, only the want and need to get to my boyfriend immediately and to show him that I was still here and it would be okay. Right when I got up to take a step my mind was flooded with images and knowledge. Somehow death had given me a free pass to everything I had wanted to know in life and all I needed to know about after my life. A woman came up to me after that. She looked both frightened and curious.

“You are a special one,” she said. “I have never seen this before in my entire life or even after it.”

“What do you mean? I didn’t even do anything, I’m not special.” I didn’t understand what could be so exciting about my murder.

“There is another just like you. You two are connected in death. You died both from a fatal wound to the head, at the exact same time. Although you didn’t get the wound the same exact way, it is in the same spot,” she looked at me in complete and utter awe and disappeared.

I couldn’t understand, what she meant and I just found myself in my boyfriends room sitting on his bed. I didn’t even remember how I got there, one second I was at the gym, next second I was in his apartment. That’s when I discovered my first power as a ghost, teleportation.

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Unknown POV

It was just another night with the boys for me. After finally getting done with practice we were headed out for dinner at our usual place. I had just gotten relaxed into my seat when one of my dongsaengs turned and stared at me with a pouty face.

“Aish, What? I know you want something so spill,” I glared at him from sunken in position in the seat.

“Hyung, Will you grab my water bottle from the back? I can’t get to it and I’m thirsty,” he asked in a soft voice.

Sighing I unbuckled my seatbelt and got up to get his drink. I do not understand why the always forget to grab these things before getting settled in the van. Being the leader can be so exhausting sometimes. I reached back over the seat, and all the sudden I felt an impact. I was thrown through the window, and I never even had a second to think. All that happened next was a smack to my head on the ground, and then a moment of nothing.....

AN: So I decided to go with the interactive ghost AU. This is my first big AU, and I know it starts kind of boring but this is just a taste there will be a lot more in the future. Let me know what you think!

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thatonekawaiigirl13 · 6 years

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Who Said Death Was Easy? [Death Note] Chapter Thirty

Chapter Thirty: Frustration

Day 8 of Surveillance

Keiko’s POV:

Keiko gave an exasperated sigh as she recalled her little conversation the other night with the world’s greatest detective. She thought a more appropriate name for him would be the world’s most frustrating detective. After all, he always managed to somehow get under her skin. Even worse, his haunting words from the other night had yet to leave her mind. Actually, no matter what, she couldn’t get them out. It was as though his words were stuck on an almost endless loop inside her head.

“If you have no intention of leaving, then face the truth; Light Yagami is Kira, and he’s been stringing you along all this time.”

Was there really any truth to L’s words? Unfortunately, Keiko had to say yes. It appeared that she could no longer ignore the glaringly obvious fact that Light Yagami was probably, no...it appeared that that he was more than most likely Kira, the worst mass murderer that the world had ever seen.

Keiko had been thinking about the detective’s words all night. Now that Light was so close to being convicted of Kira, it made her sick to her stomach thinking of how easily manipulated by him she had been. She had fallen right into his dangerous trap countless times. He had reeled her in, played her a fool.

I am a fool...aren’t I? If my ex-boyfriend really is Kira, then I can’t deny that. I trusted him. I played right into his hands. He got me right where he wanted me…not only did he toy with my emotions, he controlled them.

Keiko shivered, despite the fact that she was wearing a rather warm wool sweater.

No...I let him control me.

Look back at her history with him, Keiko deduced that things with Light Yagami officially started after she had ran into him at the convenience store on that fateful night. That was the start of their friendship, the start of their soon to be romantic relationship. Before then, they had only been rank one and rank two in school, classmates that weren’t particularly close but were still civil to one another.

The fact that the man on the motorcycle, who had been leering and chasing a woman only moments before, had died was now way too suspicious for her to overlook. It was especially suspicious when considering right after that night heart attack victims became more and more common. Keiko hadn’t really thought much about the night at the convenience store, mostly because she just wanted to block it out. It wasn’t like she wanted to remember watching a man die, at least with the bus jacking incident she had looked away when it happened. Keiko shifted slightly on the bed she was sitting on, crossing her arms in front of her chest defensively as she thought back on the night she had run into him.

And, to think, Light had the audacity to walk me home that night!

Looking back also made her realize that she had once used Light Yagami as well. Keiko shuddered. She was thinking that,because she had kissed him that day to get simple revenge on her ex-boyfriend, she had also invited him to use her in return.

If I had never kissed Light Yagami that day, I probably wouldn’t even be in this mess right now...although, now that I think about it, out of all the girls in our class, I was probably the one closest to his type. After all, he and I were the top two students in the grade...meaning that he probably would have asked me out anyway, so perhaps there really was no way to avoid this fate. Well, even if I could have avoided it…it’s useless now. What’s done is done, unfortunately…

Light Yagami had shamelessly used her, not once, not twice, but multiple times. He had used her for months. There was no going back now.

Keiko thought about her first attempt at a date with Light Yagami, and the bus jacking that had gone along with it.

The bus jacking was no mere accident...he had used that bus jacking in order to retrieve that innocent FBI agent’s name. He had then tortured him to somehow get everyone else’s name and face, only to dispose of them all in the end…twelve innocent lives were lost thanks to him. Twelve, and there could have been more that I don’t even know about. After all, L didn’t recruit me for the investigation right away. He waited a while first.

Keiko let out a soft sigh, her mind was now running through all of the other times she had been with Light Yagami. There had been quite a few study dates to make up for their lack of an official first date. Those study dates had easily turned into kissing sessions that had left her slowly wanting even more of him. However, thinking back on that now only made Keiko feel dirty, both physically and emotionally.

After all, those study sessions had paved the way for Light to ask her to officially be his girlfriend. Or, rather, to officially be his puppet, and his asking her out had subsequently led Keiko to fall for him.

And I can’t believe that he used me as a cover up that whole time...how cruel. Once I fell for him, there was no going back. I was lost, no matter how many times L tried to warn me. I didn’t listen....what a fool. Had any of it been real? Did Light really feel anything for me? I suppose it’s possible, but if he’s Kira, then I highly doubt it. As L said, he had to have been just stringing me along. There’s no way that his love for me was real. In fact, now that I think about it, the two of us never said those three little words, ‘I love you’ to one another...

Her stomach, which already had been in knots for a while, gave a sudden lurch. She was seriously worried for a moment that she would actually vomit. Keiko covered her mouth, drawing in a deep and slow breath to help her recover.

It was then that another thought struck her. A thought that she had tucked away in the depths of her brain for a while. At the time, she had deemed it unimportant. In fact, it probably was unimportant, but still, she had to be certain. Keiko didn’t want to be fooled any longer, and she wanted to investigate everything having to do with Light Yagami.

She reached into the pockets of her sweatpants, digging around for her cell phone. Aside from his dad, no one from the Yagami family knew that Keiko and Light had broken up. Light’s father had told Keiko it was because Light didn’t want to raise any more questions, because to him, being interrogated by L and the rest of the Task Force was enough.

Keiko figured that, since his family thought that the two of them were still together, it wouldn’t be weird for her to text his little sister. However, she knew she had to be crafty in order to get the details she wanted out of Sayu Yagami. Luckily it didn’t take Keiko long to think of a plan.

To: Sayu-chan:3

From: Keiko Kagami

Hi, Sayu-chan! It’s Keiko. I was wondering...do you remember the name of the girl that Light-kun was tutoring a while ago? He and I need to fill out applications in order to take a certain class in our study abroad program, and on the application we have to include the names of all people we tutored. But…Light doesn’t remember her name and his phone is dead, so he can’t text you himself.

Okay, Keiko had to admit that her plan perhaps wasn’t the greatest, but it was the best that she could come up with on such short notice. The fact that Light Yagami had a girl come over so soon after the two had met Misa Amane was now suspicious to Keiko. At the time, she hadn’t thought much of it, but looking back, Keiko had a strong suspicion that the girl had been Misa. If Light was Kira, then that would for sure meant that Misa Amane was the Second Kira, and Light hadn’t been tutoring her, but been conspiring with her in secret.

Keiko’s leg bounced in anticipation. Considering the fact that Sayu Yagami was glued to her phone, she figured it wouldn’t take long for her to respond, but at the moment, every moment felt like hours.

Finally, after a long two minutes passed, Keiko received her response. A response that made her heart skip a beat and her blood run cold.

To: Keiko Kagami

From: Sayu-chan:3

Oh, hi, Keiko-chan! It’s been boring here without you and Light around! I can’t believe I’m saying this but I miss you both! (don’t tell my brother I said that though, I’d never live that down!) Anyway, that girl looked like she stepped out of an old horror movie, so of course I remember her name! Her name was Misa Amane. Is there anything else you have to ask me for Light’s application? I hope he gets into that class, he deserves it!

The phone trembled in Keiko’s hands, and she fought hard to catch her breath. She felt like the wind had just been knocked out of her. Her fingers struggled to type up a proper response to Sayu’s question.

To: Sayu-chan:3

From: Keiko Kagami

No, Sayu-chan, all Light needed to know for the application was her name, so there are no further questions…thank you, you were a big help.

Keiko’s phone beeped yet again a moment later, signaling that Sayu had responded, but she didn’t bother to open it up. She didn’t even think she had the strength to open up the text message. In fact, what little strength she had left had dwindled away as soon as she read Sayu’s text message. The name Sayu had given her, Misa Amane, had more than confirmed her suspicions. She set her cell phone back into her pocket.

This could seriously mean that Light Yagami is Kira...and that Misa Amane is his Second Kira....if that’s true, then the two of them are the worst mass murderers that the world’s ever seen…and I was blind to that fact the whole entire time…

Unfortunately, her little discovery had caused her to lose her composure for good. Keiko was soon unable to stop the sobs from wracking her body.

If it’s true then I can’t believe I fell for it...L was right, I really am naive.

She was glad that she was hiding out in the spare bedroom of L’s hotel suite, as she was sure that she looked like an absolute wreck. There were tears streaming down her face and circles starting to develop under her eyes due to increased lack of sleep.

Not only that, but she had also started to pay less attention to her clothing choices since moving into the hotel, opting for comfort rather than fashion. She figured her current clothing choice, an oversized wool sweater paired with sweatpants, probably only made her look like worse.

“Keiko-chan!”

The sound of Matsuda’s voice made Keiko freeze. There was no way she wanted him to see her like this. Hell, she didn’t want anyone to see her like this. She hated people seeing her cry. The fact that Matsuda had seen her cry when she was at her father’s grave unnerved her...and here he was about to witness her crying yet again!

Keiko sighed, quickly attempting to pat her wet face dry. She knew it was in vain, because one look at her puffy eyes would lead Matsuda to conclude that she had been crying, but she had to do something in order to try and regain her dignity.

She could hear Matsuda’s footsteps getting louder and louder, and soon, she knew that he had entered the spare room.

“K-Keiko-chan,” she heard Matsuda quietly whisper. “You’re thinking about Light-kun, aren’t you?”

Keiko meekly lifted her head up to face the young dark haired policeman at the mention of Light’s name. She could see the worry written in his eyes as he stepped forward and slowly sat down on the bed next to her. His concerned gaze made her feel even more vulnerable.

She didn’t have the strength to speak, so she just nodded her head, and attempted to keep up her cool composure.

It didn’t last very long. Matsuda mentioning Light’s name out loud had only made her feel even more upset, and she was unable to stop a lone tear from escaping her eye. Unfortunately for her, that tear had caused the formation of even more tears, and soon, she was full on crying once again.

Keiko closed her eyes, thinking that it would somehow stop the tears from flowing down her face. Her heart was hammering away in her chest.

Damn it! I keep letting myself get so emotional.

Her eyes snapped open as soon as she felt Matsuda wrap his arms around her back, bringing her up to his chest so that he could envelop her in an awkward hug.

What the…? Oh...he’s probably trying to comfort me...

Normally, she would have brushed her tears back, she would have gently pushed away from his touch. However, this time Keiko didn’t have the will to somehow force a smile onto her face. She didn’t even have the strength to move or be prideful and attempt to save face. It was far too late for any of that.

Seeing no reason to fight her emotions, she let herself relax in Matsuda’s arms, softly continuing to cry as he awkwardly patted her back in an effort to calm her down. She knew that Matsuda wasn’t a threat to her, the young policeman had quickly become a friendly face on the task force. While he sometimes wasn’t the brightest, he was dependable. He was a friend that she knew she could trust.

Keiko wasn’t sure how much time had passed. After all, she felt like once her tears started, they would never stop flowing. However, unbeknownst to them, their little show had an audience.

L’s POV:

Hmm...what’s taking him so long? While he’s not the brightest, it’s not like Matsuda-san to dawdle on a task like this...whenever I ask him to do me a favor, he usually tries to impress me by getting it done rather quickly...it really shouldn’t be taking him this long to go and wake up Keiko though.

L let out a deep sigh, deciding that he had, once again, had enough of waiting for Matsuda to do his job. He stood up from his chair, walking through the living room towards the spare bedroom, which was where Keiko had ventured off to a couple hours ago to go take a ‘quick’ nap.

If Matsuda’s going to just take his sweet time, I might as well go and get Keiko myself. After all, Light’s been in confinement for over a week now...and I’d really like to know what she’s thinking now about the situation. She spent all of this time thinking that her boyfriend couldn’t be Kira, no, even after they broke up, she still refused to believe it. But now, I’m getting all the proof I need to convict him.

The detective stopped dead in his tracks as soon as he heard light sobs emitting from the direction of the spare bedroom.

Well, I suppose I now have my answer...I have to admit, I’m not that surprised. It was only a matter of time before her emotions got to her.

The sobs, though slightly muffled, got a little louder as he took a couple steps forward. He peered into the room from the doorway. He saw Keiko sitting on the bed. She was huddled towards Matsuda, who was gently patting her back.

So that’s what he’s been up to.

L had been feeling fine before, but all of the sudden, his heart gave a slight pang. If he hadn’t locked Light and Misa up eight days ago, he would have sworn that it was either Kira or the Second Kira finally attempting to kill him.

If this isn’t a heart attack then what is this?

The detective brought his thumb up to his mouth, staring at the two sitting on the bed. He knew there was another possible explanation for the way he was now feeling, but he refused to accept it.

I don’t allow myself to feel such things, as they just get in the way...so it can’t be...there’s just no way…is there?

Day 9 of Surveillance

Light’s POV:

“I-I just can’t take it anymore!” Ryuk pitifully groaned, “I’m serious, you know! I’m really about to reach my limit over here! I swear...if...if I don’t get an apple soon...there’s no telling what’ll happen to me!”

Light couldn’t see him from where he was sitting on his bed, but he was sure that the shinigami was contorting his body into all sorts of weird shapes once again.

He raised an eyebrow, a determined look on his face, and ignored the shinigami’s dramatic behavior. It had now been nine days since the start of his confinement. He was sure that L would attempt to interrogate him once more. After all, he was only giving him more proof of his guilt.

Well, not for too much longer, L...soon you’ll see that I’m innocent. Once that happens, you’ll have no choice but to release me.

“Light-kun,” L’s voice came in over the loudspeaker in the corner, interrupting him from his thoughts, “you’ve only been in there for a little over a week, but I’m sure it can’t be easy for you...are you feeling alright?”

The corner’s of Light’s mouth slightly curved upwards into a smirk. He was glad that L currently was unable to see his face because of the angle he was sitting at.

I’m feeling great, L, heh… and hmm...now that I think about it, I’ve come pretty far...it’s probably about time to put part two of my plan into action!

“Yeah, I’m sure I probably don’t look so good...but it’s this useless pride of mine that’s keeping me in here…” Light started, finally looking up in the direction of the camera, “...I suppose I’ll have to just try to…get rid of it!”

“H-huh?” Ryuk questioned, taking a moment to fully process Light’s words. He peered over at the light brown haired human sitting on the bed, “o-oh, yeah. I gotcha, hyuk. Well, looks like I’ll be able to get some more apples soon. That being said, I’ll see you for now, Light Yagami. It’s been fun…”

With that, Ryuk waved his hand in the air over Light’s head, watching as Light closed his eyes, probably waiting for the memories of the death note to fade. Once the shinigami was finished, he flapped his wings, and disappeared from the cell.

Light opened his eyes once more, looking around his cell and blinking slowly. For some reason, he felt a little disoriented. He gave a little sigh of frustration, figuring that it was probably because he was starting to feel the effects of being locked up for so long.

Dammit, why am I even doing this?! It’s pointless, I don’t belong in here; I’m not Kira, I know that! We’re only wasting precious investigation time!

“Ryuzaki-san,” Light started, staring up at the camera once more. His voice was pleading, “I realize that I was the one pushing for confinement in the first place, and I even asked you to put me in here...but I just realized something important! This whole thing is completely pointless because I’m not Kira! You have to get me out of here!”

L’s POV:

L could hear the gasps from the members of the task force behind him, notably Mogi and Matsuda. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Keiko shifting slightly in her chair, she clearly was looking rather uncomfortable with the current situation. He figured she was probably trying to get a grip on her emotions.

The detective, however, didn’t let their reactions distract him. Instead, he narrowed his eyes at the suspect sitting in the cell on the monitor in front of him.

“I’m afraid I can’t do that, Light-kun,” L responded, “if you recall, I promised you that, no matter what you did or said, I wouldn’t let you out until I was personally convinced that you are not Kira.”

“Please, Ryuzaki-san!” Light responded, desperation in his voice, “I wasn’t thinking clearly! Besides, do you honestly think that a serial killer like Kira could commit those crimes without being aware of them?! If I have no memory of killing anyone then it should be pretty clear that I’m not him!”

L let out a soft sigh, “while I’ve never been able to accept this idea that Kira has been killing without self awareness all this time, that doesn’t change the fact that all of the evidence points to you as being Kira...and, since we imprisoned you, Kira hasn’t committed a single murder.”

“Listen, just hear me out...I swear to you that I’m not lying!” Light’s eyes got huge as he looked into the camera, “do these eyes look guilty to you?! You have to believe me; I’m not Kira! I...I must have been framed...that’s the only explanation for this!”

L carefully studied Light’s brown eyes, looking for anything suspicious.

What’s wrong with you, Light Yagami? What you’re saying is completely absurd...but, for some reason, it feels real to me...it feels genuine.

“Hurry up, Ryuzaki-san!” Light continued on, “you have to let me out of here! We’re wasting precious time!”

“What the…” the detective heard Keiko mutter beside him. He glanced at her, watching as her face scrunched up a little, “oh Light-kun…”

“This isn’t like Light at all!” Aizawa grumbled, “this doesn’t make any sense to me, he’s contradicting himself...not only that, he’s getting emotional.”

“I’m sure anyone would be emotional in that condition,” Matsuda responded, “but we can’t release him now, not with the murders suddenly stopping...at this point, it doesn’t matter what he says, even I understand that much.”

Aizawa chuckled darkly, “yeah...I don’t care what anyone else says, as far as I’m concerned, we have all the proof we need to convict him...Light Yagami is Kira, that’s the end of it.”

“Hmm,” L rested his thumb by his mouth, “at this rate, Aizawa-san is right...if things continue on like this, that’s the only conclusion that we can come to...but I suppose that it’s still a little too early to tell for sure...we’ll have to just continue watching him for the time being.”

/timeskip/

Keiko’s POV:

Keiko ran her fingers through her hair and let out a soft sigh, staring at the monitors in front of her. All the other members of the task force had called it a night and left, leaving Keiko and L alone in the hotel room.

It appeared that Light had calmed down from his outburst earlier, as he had actually fallen asleep on the bed. She watched the rise and fall of his chest, thinking over his sudden pleading from earlier on that day.

“Listen, just hear me out...I swear to you that I’m not lying! Do these eyes look guilty to you?! You have to believe me; I’m not Kira! I...I must have been framed...that’s the only explanation for this!”

Given the evidence against him, Light’s words make no sense...however, he seemed genuine...and for a moment, it was like I had a glimpse of my ex-boyfriend. Of course, I obviously don’t want to believe that he was only fooling me again, but…something about it seemed…so real.

Keiko’s heart gave a lurch in her chest.

He really did look innocent...did I make a mistake in choosing to no longer trust him? Perhaps I gave up my faith in him too quickly...

“Keiko-chan.”

She looked up, watching as the detective scooted his chair closer to hers, closing the gap between the two of them.

“Y-yes?” Keiko responded, tucking a strand of hair behind her ears. She had been hoping that L would leave her alone for the night, but after seeing him stare her down, she figured that wouldn’t be the case.

He’s going to rile me up again somehow, isn’t he…?

Her suspicions were confirmed as soon as L opened his mouth to speak once more. His dark eyes were piercing hers, “I know what you’re thinking...but you shouldn’t let his little act fool you…”

“Can you really be sure that’s it’s just an act?” Keiko retorted, crossing her arms at him. She honestly wasn’t sure herself but she didn’t like the way L was making her feel. He had a way of exposing her true emotions, of making her feel vulnerable, “I mean, you saw the look in his eyes…do you really know for sure he’s guilty? It could be as he says.”

The corners of the detective’s mouth lifted slightly, and she felt as though he were taunting her somehow. She supposed he was, it was what he seemed to do best.

“Hmm. Right now, I can’t be too sure but the evidence against him is rather compelling...however…that's not my point, I’m more concerned about you at the moment,” L leaned forward in his chair so that he was face to face with her. He was close, so close that Keiko could feel his warm break on her cheek as he spoke, “are you really sure that you want to trust Light Yagami again? After all, whether he meant to or not, he already broke your heart once before…do you really want to make that twice?”

“R-Ryuzaki-san,” Keiko stuttered out, unable to properly speak. All she could focus on was L’s close proximity to her. His face was getting ever so close to her own, and they were now only mere inches apart from one another. Keiko could feel her heart pounding like crazy in her chest, she felt like she was about to lose control, and she knew she had to get away from him. And quickly, otherwise there was no telling what she’d do. There was no way that Keiko could allow herself to get lost in the detective’s eyes.

She attempted to turn her head to look away from him, but he gently placed his hand on her chin to stop her.

“I guess what I’m getting at, Keiko-chan, is...will you let your feelings for Light-kun get in the way of things again? Or will you finally be strong enough to get over him?”

Before Keiko could reply, or even register what was going on, she felt L’s lips brush over her cheek, teasing her skin ever so slightly. He was gentle, maybe even a little hesitant. Meanwhile, Keiko’s heart now felt like it was about to leap out her chest at his touch, and her brain was going haywire.

The detective’s lips went even lower, tickling her skin as they slowly neared her own lips. The closer he got, the more her body trembled, causing all thoughts of her ex-boyfriend to leave her mind. All she could think about was the fact that L’s lips were dangerously close to meeting her own, but somehow the prospect of a kiss didn’t quite alarm her.

In fact, she had to admit, in that moment, a part of her was almost curious as to how it would feel to kiss the world’s greatest detective. It would have been a nice distraction from reality, and she would be lying to herself if she said that L wasn’t in any way attractive. He was vastly different from Light, yes. L was odd, blunt to a fault, and had a thing for sweets.

However, there was just something about him that drew her in. A part of her wanted a taste, just to see what it would be like. Besides, it wasn't like a kiss would hurt her. She was already heartbroken from Light.

Keiko finally gave in, letting him take control. Her eyes fluttered closed, waiting in anticipation.

“H-hello?” the sudden voice from the doorway of the hotel room caused Keiko’s eyes to snap open. She pushed the detective away from her, and she could feel her face flaming as Matsuda stepped into the hotel room.

“I forgot my…” the words died on the young police man’s lips. Keiko could only imagine how she and L looked to him. Her face was a deep shade of crimson and, because of the sudden intrusion, the detective’s eyes went wide. Although Matsuda had no way of knowing what had been going on, she was still sure that he was sure that he could feel the tension hidden between the two of them.

“I-I forgot my w-watch,” Matsuda finally stammered out after a long moment, reaching out to grab the item from the coffee table. He watched, probably uncomfortable, as both L and Keiko stared at him, “b-but Ryuzaki-san, Kagami-san, what’s going on, did something big happen? Perhaps...did Kira kill again?!”

Keiko awkwardly shook her head as L spoke up beside her, “no. No new criminals have been killed yet...and if you’re sure you have everything, you’re free to go…”

“Oh, alright then,” Matsuda replied, looking as confused as ever. He stood there a moment, glancing between the two of them. It was clear that he was trying to figure out what else, if anything, he could have missed.

“I-I’m, uh, going to go to bed,” Keiko stuttered out. She normally would have stayed with L deep into the night to investigate, but at the moment she was too embarrassed to stay at task force headquarters. The only thing she could focus on was the fact that the great detective had almost kissed her, and she would have let him.

W-what’s wrong with me? There's no way I could like him, after all, I barely know anything about him! So why did I let him get so close to me then? It was almost like I was in a trance. It was almost like...I wanted it to happen...

“Sleeping so soon? What a pity,” L responded.

Keiko didn’t miss the hint of amusement in his voice. She could feel her face flaming again as she stood up from her chair, heading towards the door that led to her hotel room suite. As she walked, she couldn’t be bothered to force herself to look at either of the guys in the room. Keiko needed to get to her room, and quickly. Not only that, she needed to try and figure out what exactly had just happened between the two of them.

Wait a moment...even if Matsuda hadn’t walked in, would he have really kissed me? Or was that all just an act? With him, there’s no way of knowing for sure...perhaps he just wanted to see how I’d react? ...but it’s not like him to get that close to me, not that close at least! This is all too confusing!

“Have a good night, Keiko-chan!” Matsuda cheerfully called out as she opened the door.

All she could muster back was a short wave in his direction before she closed the door behind her.

Chapter Twenty-nine

Chapter Thirty-one

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