⟡ synopsis: Life was decided for you in the monotonous society of Strictland. Enrolled in Prestige Academy, everyday was the exact same- until him. You now live as one of the masked vigilantes known as the Black Pirates, fighting against the tyranny of Z and his forces. When an opportunity arises where only you can make a change at the risk of your safety, your captain, Hongjoong, grows wary, his care for you masked but strong. You both must decide what is best: your feelings in a world so devoid of them, or the greater good.
⟡ content warnings: THIS STORY IS 18+, MINORS BE GONE🫵🏻, general violence (on and off scene), gun violence (mostly used by android guardians), swords (also guardians), blood, near death experiences, character injuries, deaths (ateez is safe), trauma, guilt, grief, reader is somewhat learning how to feel/emote still, so much pining, angst, jealousy, eventual smut, unprotected sex, penetration, creampie, fem receiving, male receiving, oral sex, fingering, slight overstimulation, much aftercare
Chapter 1: Wonderland 🩸
Chapter 2: Wake Up
Chapter 3: The Leaders 🩸
Chapter 4: Dreamy Day 🩸
Chapter 5: EMERGENCY 🩸
Chapter 6: Falling 💋💗
Chapter 7: ???
warnings-
🩸= violence
🔥= smut
a/n: I wrote this story for a dear friend of mine, and it became a brain child I grew very fond of. This is a slow burn, tragic romance/sci fi thriller as it all takes place in a mostly lore-accurate World Z. I took some creative liberties, but I tried adhering to what we know from the diaries.
I’ve changed my friend’s name to y/n and mine to Vera, so yes- your humble author is on this adventure with you (as a side character).
*also I was dying to know more about halateez/Black Pirates, so this is somewhat selfish teehee
Does anyone have any info on the brands that Ateez wears as the Black Pirates? I am looking for up close and detailed pictures. I am not a fashion expert. And I have looked all over the internet with not much luck. Any help would be super appreciated!
Summary: You’re a pissed off pirate looking for the man that stole your heart (not literally but… You know what I mean)
Pairing: Aokiji Kuzan x Black!Pirate!Reader
Warning(s): Fluff, Sprinkle of Angst, A dash of Spice, Strong language, Violence, Mentions of alcohol/drug use
Word Count: Girl, I don’t know LOL
(PART 1)
A/N: Let’s have some fun in the past for a little while! Please bare with me as far creating a proper timeline, expect changes to be made if/when errors are found regarding it. As for everything else, please enjoy!!
THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR SUPPORT. HEALTHY FEEDBACK IS WELCOMED AND GREATLY APPRECIATED ✨
(I DO NOT OWN ONE PIECE ; I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE PICTURES USED)
Minors do NOT interact, I don’t write for you
1 Year after The Ten Day Battle
The search seemed never ending. She’d hop from island to island, speaking with anyone willing to share information. Any civilian brave enough to chat with her, was properly thanked. The same couldn’t be said for any pirate or soldier she intimidated.
Today was no different.
The decided victim was an unlucky pirate, ensnared by her charm. The unsuspecting man followed her to her rented room, with the assumptions of getting lucky.
A poor choice on his part.
Y/N knew that Kuzan was no longer in service, but she just needed to know where he was!
Or at least where he’d be next.
The now sober pirate was shaking under her, stripped of his weapons and clothes, lying in nothing but his boxers and socks. He gulps under the wild gaze of The Mad Rose, a name given to her by the government and feared by the public. Or at least, feared by those unlucky enough to get on her bad side.
“I’ll ask you… again,” Y/N grins with her voice deep and laced with venom. “Where… is Kuzan? I know you have intel and if you lie, I’ll kill you,” she chuckles in the face of the trembling half naked man.
He did his best to regain his dignity by talking some shit, but this earned him a harsh backhand across the face. She traces her nails down his quaking, now swollen jaw.
What would they think of her now?
What would he think of her now?
Driven completely mad by the hopes she’d be able to find him. She’d give Kuzan a piece of her mind for abandoning her. But that same question weighed heavy.
Will he still love her the same?
The anxiety conceived from the thought of it pissed her off even more.
Her heart ached at memories of the man’s smile and lazy kiss. She wanted those soothing vibrations of his voice back. She wanted his touch back. Y/n cherished moments away from the judgements and “Justice” .
For a man known for being cold, his touch was very warm. While they cuddled, he’d caress her arms and shoulders mindlessly until he dozed off.
She could listen to his heartbeat until the day hers stopped. In a world full of corruption and greed, theirs was full of love and peace. At least that’s what she was led to believe.
A FEW YEARS IN THE PAST
“Hey Y/N, everything go well with that deal in town?” A deep booming voice calls out while sliding down from the mast.
Y/n turns her head in all directions , looking for the source of the voice. Her confusion soon dismissed by the man responsible landing in front of her with a solid grunt and a huge smile, towering over her.
The man stands at a solid 7’3 , casually sporting the build a starting marine could only dream of. He’s strong , very handsome , looked scary enough to not be fucked with, but was a really big softy.
Rose Monroe was a man’s man and Y/n’s older brother.
To those who took the time to get to know him would learn that Monroe loved to bring smiles. No matter who you were, if it was all in good fun , Monroe was the one you’d want around.
“The guy didn’t show,” She says in a irritated tone, punching his muscular build playfully.
“What was the meet up even about anyway?” Monroe chuckles mock flinching and puts Y/n in a loose headlock with little effort. After a few grunts and pulled punches, Y/n’s smile soon returned to her face.
Just what her big bro was looking for.
“Some guy that owes me,” She says in return picking up a pipe packed with the fresh green Monroe loved to puff on.
“What !? Do we need to find his ass? You KNOW I can kick his ass, right?” Another voice causes Y/n to turn her head. She’s met with thick furrowed brows and brown eyes of her younger brother, Rose Tuck.
Rose Tuck wasn’t too kind when it came to his siblings, especially to those who messed with his big sister. He knows his sister is strong enough to hold her own, she practically raised him while his brother protected them. But whenever he could help it, Tuck did the best he could to lighten the load from his siblings.
He stands at a solid 6’6 , with wild hair and was pretty built himself. Though he wasn’t as muscular as his big brother, he was just as strong and knew how to cause some damage. He was however, more agile than Monroe and was a sucker for a good fight. This brother was more of the goofy asshole type, but only with those he’s comfortable with. In spite of being a bit of an asshole, he was just as much as a sweet heart.
And a huge cry baby, but that part is a secret.
Whenever the ship chores were taken care of, Tuck and Y/n would often spar or make music together. Y/n learned how to hold her own against the world with the help of her brothers. They saw each other as equals, picking up the slack when any one of the other was weak or not feeling their best.
When their parents died while at sea, all they had was each other and their fists, running the town and getting into trouble. Thankfully the village where they grew up was no stranger to helping out the local children, so they were never without a place to rest their heads or without food. But every now and then someone would try to punk one of the Rose children, just to be met with a world of hurt. Life was livable, until their island was attacked by pirates.
Seemed to be the backstory for everyone nowadays.
The siblings watched helplessly as the adults and children of their community were either beaten to death or captured to be sold for profit.
As for the ones “graced” with the gift of “mercy”, they lived enslaved on their own island to the pirates for a some odd years. Until one day, Y/N decided for herself and for her brothers, enough was enough.
Long story short, their first pirate ship was acquired with the blood of its old crew. After 6 years of being held hostage, The Rose children set out to sea at the ages of 28, 23, and 18.
It’s been 5 years since the trio became known as The Rose Pirates.
Among their travels they’d pick up other orphans, escaped slaves and other stragglers. Anyone who joined was never forced to stay. The Rose siblings saw their cause as being a “fresh new start” to those who needed it. But no matter what, you were treated like family if you were apart of The Rose Pirates. They saw themselves as peaceful nomads, traveling from island to island with no real goal or dream in mind. And only engaging in violence when provoked or threatened
“No one is kicking anyone’s ass,” Monroe speaks up ruffling his rowdy brother’s hair.
Tuck makes a face and swipes at his brother’s hand with a growl,” I wasn’t asking you. I was asking Y/n,” Tuck scuffles with his beloved brother.
There small battle goes on until Monroe is declared the winner. While Monroe was busy flexing his muscles and giving a speech nobody asked for about the importance of strength and tenacity, the younger siblings sneak off with Monroe’s pipe and lovely goodie bag. The goodie bag that Tuck managed to pickpocket during their mock scuffle.
“Can I kick that guy’s ass though?” Tuck flops down on the deck and asks again, “Just point him out and he’s done for, sissy.”
The younger man crosses his arms while passing the bag to his sister. Y/n laughs at Tucks eagerness and goes to empty then pack the pipe with fresh green.
“No, Tuck. It’s fine, I’m not worried about it,” Y/n chuckles before taking a drag of Monroe’s pipe. She coughs and hands it to Tuck, who was eager to participate. “If I see him, he’s mine.”
With a smirk, Tuck puts the pipe to his full lips and pulls in as much smoke as he could possibly hold. This earned a ‘woop’ from his big sister and other surrounding crew mates. Everything happened while Monroe protested about how they didn’t even bother to ask permission first.
After the brief moment of chaos, Tuck motioned for Y/n to calm down and listen.
“So I know—” The baby brother’s sentence is interrupted by another wave of coughs and curses. “Shit! Anyways, I know you just got back to the ship. But, a few of us were going to checkout the towns night life, come with?”
Tuck leans in and blinks his lashes, doing his best to convince his sister with the infamous Puppy Dog Eye. Y/n makes a face of disapproval at first, but to be honest she needed to let her hair down. Without needing to say a word, she let her brows do the talking for her, expressing thoughts only a sibling could catch.
“Cold ! Let’s get going shall weeee,” Tuck smiles big and runs off to rally the troops itching for some fun.
The nightlife wasn’t too disappointing. Apparently there was a celebration going on. The streets were brimming with people, good music, and plenty of food.
The group of Nomads were awestruck!
The townspeople had strung up flowers and fairy lights, as well as creatively folded paper decorations.
“Oi, did you know about this here?” Y/n nudges her brother, he shakes his head. In fact, he was just as surprised as the next Nomad.
Tuck couldn’t hold back his smile, “Well let’s not waste anymore time Sissy. Aye, y’all get close.” The two gathered their group together and began to set the ground rule:
- Don’t use your real name.
- If you’re shacking up for the night, let somebody from the crew know.
- No fighting unless in self-defense.
- Look out for each other.
- Be safe and make memories.
Once the briefing was complete, it was time to have some fun, but before parting ways, it was tradition to start the night with a round of shots. After downing their respective shot, they cheered and dove into the fun.
Tuck immediately went to an arm wrestling booth. It didn’t take long for the bets and the girls to gather. Her younger brother sure did know how to get his extra money.
Y/n was no stranger to exploring alone, taking the time to indulge herself in her interest.
Y/n finds herself in front of a fried foods stand, its smell speaking to her soul. She orders two sticks of whatever looked interesting and explores around some more. She had no idea where she was, but she didn’t feel lost. Instead , she allowed herself to be wrapped up in the music of the city streets. She follows the sound of street music and the lively crowd gathered around a stage.
Up on the stage was a small band performing a song she’s never heard before. The performers were very lively and did a great job at engaging with the crowd.
This was something Y/n didn’t want to miss out on, so she scarfs down her food and jogs over to the crowd. With a huge smile plastered on her face, she squeezes her way to the middle of the dance ball. It takes a second, but once Y/n was in, she eventually found the rhythm and managed to mimic some of the townspeople’s dance moves.
This encouraged some supportive cheers and momentary friendships. She was having a great time but it was time for a break. With a quick survey of the area, she was able to locate a neat patio bar. The bar was actually close to the dance floor, so she didn’t need to go far. It takes a few elbows to finally make it to her destination, but once she squeezes in she finally orders her rum.
Y/n taps her fingers to the beat of the music and sits back, enjoying the atmosphere. The bartender serves the person next to her then turns his attention to her, ready to spit some game. This sparks a little more excitement because he was pretty cute and she wanted to see him try. Before the bartender could speak, a sudden cold chill goes down her back.
“What the fuck?” Y/n mumbles to herself with a quick shivers. That was weird.
The presence of someone taking up the space makes her peak over her shoulder. Curious eyes then travel up to the bored expression of a handsome man now occupying the stool beside her. This catches the man’s attention and he raises a brow with interest.
“Sorry, do you mind if I sit here?” His voice was deep. He wore golden circular sunglasses and had his curly hair pulled back into a cloud like ponytail. The man was sporting a solid blue button up half tucked into dark jeans.
Y/n’s eyes roamed the man’s build. He’s rewarded his efforts with a smirk, a slow blink, and a turn of her head.
“It’s all yours,” She says waving her hand.
She then turns her attention away from him and back to the awaiting bartender, who’s yet to get a word in. But the poor guy is interrupted yet again by the new stranger.
“You’re very beautiful, can I talk to you?” The stranger asks again, boredom still lingering on his face.
Y/n, getting a bit annoyed now, looks over her shoulder yet again, but doesn’t respond. This earned a chuckle from the man in a “challenge accepted” kind of way.
“Take your best shot,” She speaks back.
“Don’t be so cold,” The man places a hand on his chest in mock hurt. He then orders her another drink and turned so that his body faced the crowded patio dance floor of the small bar. This forces the bartender to have to walk away and do his job.
“What’s ya name?” The man leans over into her ear, the lively atmosphere made him have to speak up a little louder than usual.
“Bram,” She spits out the name as if it were her own.
He liked the way she challenged him through her lashes, it was like admiring the wildest feline anyone has ever seen.
“Whats that short for?” The man says leaning back while bringing his drink to his lips.
Y/n wondered if she should humor him, maybe he could break her off something good. He looked carefree enough to rob while he slept. She could get him to get a room, get him drunk until he passed out, and wham.
Seems easy enough. It’s been decided, and the charm is on.
“Bramble,” She says positioning herself closer to her prey. “Wanna dance?” She asks eyeing him up and down while taking a swig from her own glass. She then lean back into his now outstretched arm, he was cold.
“Sorry ma’am, I’m not much of a dancer,” He leans into her ear again, “I prefer to observe.”
The way his voice vibrated against the shell of her ear makes her shudder. But she has to play this off. She leans away and rolls her eyes in mock annoyance.
“Come on, don’t be like that,” The mystery man chuckles gently taking one of Y/n’s hands into his own. He lifts it to his lips and places a cold yet determined kiss on her knuckles.
“I’ll follow you where ever I can, but I can’t go there. Will you forgive me?” He breathes into her hand and her breath catches.
What the fuck? Y/n thinks to herself.
She yanks her hand out of his and looks him over once more. His expression doesn’t change, in fact his confidence never wavered.
Y/n pushes herself up and takes a few steps forward before looking back. “Come with me to the smokers section then?” She says with a raised brow and rum stained lips, glistening under the lights.
Without changing his expression, he finishes off his drink and stands up.
He’s huge, how didn’t she notice? He’s taller than Monroe!
Only a brief miscalculation.
Slight panic sets in, but she should be able to hold her own in case anything popped off. Y/n proceeds to hold out her hand for the stranger to take. The warmth is then sucked from her hands, she shivers at the sudden sensation and leads the way.
After dodging drunken careless dancers and wandering a few more feet, Y/n turns into an alley far enough away from the noise, close enough to still be engaged.
Y/n releases the man’s hand and pulls two sticks from the pack of smokes in her back pocket. She lights one and takes a drag before handing it up to the man. He thanks her and brings the cigarette to his lips, his eyes watched her every move until she was sighing out a puff of smoke.
“So what’s the special occasion around here,” Y/n waves her cigarette around between her fingers.
The man takes another drag from his own cigarette, “Not from around here?” The man chuckles.
“No, I’m not,” Y/N answers boldly.
There’s a moment of silence.
“Summer solstice,” He breathes out watching the movement outside of the alley.
Another moment of silence.
“You’re a man of few words huh?” She says breaking the silence. She repositioned herself so that now the two were across from each other. The man watches her with amusement and can’t hold back the smirk tugging at his lips .
“A woman like you can make any man weak in the knees,” He says , never taking his eyes from her.
“What happened to all that confidence from before?” Y/n retorted kissing her teeth.
This earned yet another amused chuckle.
“Didn’t think I’d get this far.”
Was he being serious?
What kind of a person is he?
Y/N crosses her arms and just stands there, a bit dumbfounded by his demeanor. Not a care in the world, this was going to be too easy. She took this chance to get a better view of her target.
She mentally have him his flowers. He’s very handsome and looked to be a tad bit older than her. She didn’t mind that at all, maybe they could have some fun before robbing him when it was time to set sail. The more she looked at him, she couldn’t help but feel like she knew him. Or at least of him.
“So, what’s your name?” She asks, taking another drag.
“Ya should never show your full hand, a rebel like you knows a little something about that,” He retorts and this confuses her.
“What’s so rebellious about me?” She asks out of curiosity. This earns another chuckle from the man in front of her.
“You’ve done this before, haven’t you? Flirted your way into hearts and eventually wallets of the dumb and the lustful. You’ve wielded that charm around for a few things, not all of them for good. Am I right?” He reads her like a book.
This makes Y/n uneasy, but she needed to stay cool.
“Ya ain’t all bad though, just a wandering wild thing,” He takes another long drag, then exhales. “A free spirit like yours is seen as unobtainable, dangerous, a rare and uncontrollable creature that could bring great pride to the who that captures you,” The man flicks his finished cigarette and it falls to the ground with a light tink.
“Are you trying to swoop in and show me something different?” She says flicking her own and steps closer to him.
The drawl in his voice gave her shivers. For the first time, he peeks over the rims of his sunglasses. She got a clear view of those bored brown eyes.
“You don’t need saving, you need to be caught.. and tamed by a spirit as fired up as yours,” The man then leans down, his voice getting softer the closer those lips got. It practically made her mouth water.
She allows the intrusion, humming into the sensation. Large hands are placed on her hips, she’s then hoisted up and gently rested against the warm brick wall. Now at equal level, she gets a better taste of this monster of a man. Each moan released was swallowed up immediately by the other party. Y/n tasted as good as any forbidden fruit and he wanted more of her. The cool whiskey and cigarettes decorated her tongue, her nails to gently sink into the back of his neck.
The man grunts and moves his lips to her blushing flesh. He kisses along her neck and jaw, coaxing moans from Y/N. The sweet music this rebellious woman made for him was beginning to take a toll. He nipped and suckled at her collar bone , trailing right back up until he was kissing that spot behind her ear. The low groans and hums from the man stoked the flames of her own desire.
“I want… to say your name. P-please tell me,” She whispers in his ear, the rasp in her voice was doing something to him. He felt like mush in her palm, all while her ass felt great in his. His grip on her tightened, but not enough to hurt her.
“Kuzan,” He whispers against her skin.
The man lets out a heavy sigh against her collar bone, but this will soon prove to be problematic. Like a live plague, ice begins spreading along her skin, flowing down the right side of her neck and shoulder.
“What… the fuck!?” The catchphrase falls from Y/n’s lips before she could fully process.
She immediately brings a hand up, summoning thick bramble to burst from the ground around them. The summoned bramble whips around in the tight space, bringing the passionate moment to an abrupt halt. Thorns of the bramble chip the man’s cheek in the process. As quickly as everything escalated , it was quiet.
There’s a bone chilling stillness, what just happened?
“So that’s why you call yourself that, huh?”
So cold… It’s—
“Uhh, my bad. I may have gotten a bit carried away…”
The Ballad of Jacquotte Delahaye by Briony Cameron is about a famous Black female pirate from Haiti. It comes out June 4th and these are both the UK and US covers. I need both of them asap
There are some historical periods that are so much used in stories to become boring, like, there's no more something interesting about them, right?
Wrong
Lucky (or unfortunately, depends on the point of view) stories tend to focus only on some aspects of history, leaving out all the rest.
But "the rest" is so fascinating!
Here are some prompts on how you can make overused historical times interesting again.
Ancient Rome
Especially last years of Republican period and first century of Imperial period
Tell the stories of women. This is going to be a recurrent advice but here I mean it with all my heart: talk about women, properly. Roman women between I century bc and II century ad had to face a lot and did it with great force and pride: they fought to be educated (and some of them started to work in law), some of them became writers (often uncredited, like Sulpicia), they had to face a law that punished sexual behavior outside of marriage (even for unmarried girls) and fought against them united, they obtained divorce (and divorced women started to be common after I century bc) and in imperial periods they obtained more civil rights. Some historians say that what they did was a feminist movement ante litteram. If you want a nice reality based prompt: when Augustus imposed a law stating that every woman (married and unmarried) that had sex with a person that wasn't her husband would be punished- apart from prostitutes, lots aristocrat women decided to go all together to sing up as prostitutes (even if they weren't) as a protest. They won.
Greek slaves. Romans had different levels of slavery and usually slaves from Greece were classified familia urbana: they had to work in the family of their owner/patron but had greater respect than other kind of slaves. They had to manage the family patrimony, educate the young members of the family (greek culture was fashionable) and help their patron at work. Usually after years of work they became libertus: freed people.
People who decided to put otium (making of art, literature, poetry and philosophy) before negotium (working in law or in commerce). It wasn't a lot encouraged and young people who did so were the "wasted youth" or the unproductive. Culture was seen as good only if it had a second mean like propaganda. Art for art's sake wasn't acceptable, and lots of young people fought for that. If you want a reality based prompt: Catullus and neoteros.
Bisexuality. Lots of historical fictions forget how much bisexuality was common in ancient rome. It wasn't seen as completely good (there were a lot of prejudices) but many of important figures were bisexuals (I'm looking at you, Cesar). Take this as an invite to make queer representation.
Victorian London
Talk about women (this is going to be a leitmotiv) in a different way. On one hand we have the Victorian idea of women (very oppressive) and on the other we have the rise of feminism with its different ramifications. Highlight this opposition and talk about women who had the courage to stand out.
Poor people and working class. Usually Victorian based fiction is about aristocrats or rich borgueis class but poor people had a more interesting story: the protests, police brutality, the rising of socialism, strikes, the first trade unions and the fight to make them legal, chartism and other attempts to be important in politics.
Queer people. Homosexuality (and other queer identities) was forbidden and punished with prison. Still, queer culture in the Victorian England is huge. This aspect can't go forgotten in history and fiction.
Immigrants. According to Wikipedia
there were about 2 339 000 immigrants in Victorian Britain, mostly from Ireland, Belgium, Germany and lots of them were Jews, but there were lots of immigrants from South Asia, China, the African continent and West India too. Telling their stories would be original and much needed.
The Golden Age of Piracy
You know what I'm going to suggest, right? Women! Yeah you saw it coming. Women pirates were a thing and we need to talk about them more often. Lots of them used male names and identities in order to be safe and revealed themselves only later (and often when killing their enemies as a way to state "you've been defeated by a woman, you sexist idiot") . Sometimes they were desperate and looking for a way of surviving that wasn't prostitution but I really hope that their story won't be only filled with trauma and suffering: they were badass, powerful and free. Celebrate them. Anyway, some of them could have been transmen and transmasc people and it's really important to not put a cisheteronormative gaze on them. Queer and trans pirates were a thing as well as women pirates.
Matelogate and queerness in pirates. Matelogate was similar to modern civil unions and stipulated between men: they promised to share everything and had legal (in the law pirates recognized) protection as a couple, and benefits too. Matelogate wasn't exclusively an agreement between lovers but it has been reported that almost all pirates who decided to matelogate had a romantic and/or sexual bond with the people they decided to commit to. I'm saying people because apparently (I still have to do deep researches about it) polyamorous pirates were a thing too.
Black pirates. Seriously, lots of people think that pirates were only white but actually there were plenty of nonwhite pirates and especially black pirates. Usually they chose piracy as a way to escape slavery but as I said with women pirates before: even of history is filled with pain, try to not focus only on trauma and portrait your characters in a non triggering way. Empower them as a way of giving them the justice history denied.
As you can see in this first part of my "retelling history posts" acknowledging parts of history that have been erased in mainstream storytellings is a powerful tool for creativity but it's especially a way of protecting part of history from the process of erasing who didn't have privileges.
Bro like....... saw the trailer and my mind immediately went UNDERCOVER FUGITIVE ATEEZ THAT ARE SECRETLY LETTING EACH OTHER KNOW THAT THEY GOTTA JUMP INTO A MISSION?!?!??!?
AND ALSO CUZ I WANTED MY FIC TO GO THAT ROUTE YK UNDERCOVER MISSION MONTAGES AND SHIT LIKE THAT YK?
ATEEZ OUT HERE GIVING ME IDEAS FOR MY FIC AHAHAHA LOVE THAT
(ps. yes the ateez in my fic BP also have individual "jobs" to cover their actual identity as we all saw in chap 4 ig)
also those who haven't read my fic Black Pirates yet , If you like undercover missions and spy stuff and the idea of fugitive ateez that are blacklisted by government for doing greater good in their own style, you can give it a read! I'm currently on a hiatus for my exams but I will come back with more chapters as soon as it ends so STAY TUNED!!
