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[Flint @ Miranda, pre-series] The moment she'd told him of Alfred Hamilton- the name of the ship- a change had come over James, inexorable as the tide. He's thought of nothing but bloodshed since, and now, when he's expected back with his men by nightfall, he feels the need to--seek guidance, maybe. To be sure that this is - if not the right thing to do - the thing she /wants/ to be done. "When I leave here," Flint rasps, forehead pressed to hers, "You know where I'm going? What I will do?"

He’s hot against her, his skin burning her brow. Sweat is dripping fast down his neck and there’s a tremble in his limbs shuddering hard and frantic, like an animal readying itself for the chase.

He grasps her face, blunt nails digging at her cheeks, and she lets her eyes fall shut. Rage is shuddering through her, leaving blood and venom thick on her tongue.

His breath puffs against her, warm clouds of promises she needs fulfilled.Her heart is pounding so hungrily she wonders whether it will fling itself free from her chest. She wants, she needs. She hears the wet thwack of steel on flesh: a future echo, deafening in her mind.Eyes pressed tight shut, she stills herself and, just for a breath, she brings it to mind:The vicious moment of betrayal, those words that broke three lives.The pain in his voice.The dulling of his eyes.The mutilation of her soul.

She has no space to care. No room to spare for James and the torment boiling within him. She needs this done.

Her lips skate over his cheek, her hand small and cool over his clutching fingers.

“I know it.”

#intolerablexsacrifice: flint #my miranda #maria aleyne #I can't write rip #but #shrug emoji

— * cookie thief !

@ikseohyung

minho could only stare at the younger boy wide-eyed once he was caught red-handed, a half eaten cookie in his mouth as he cradled four more in his hands. he was alone in the dorms, or so he had thought, and saw a bunch of freshly-made cookies on a plate in the middle of the kitchen—- what was he supposed to do? hunger had gotten the best of him, and without any regards to whom these cookies were for, he took one just to 'test it out' or so he claimed, but eventually he wound up taking nearly half of the contents.

now, seeing seohyung's reaction to what he was doing, minho was quickly regretting such careless actions.

he slowly backed away, back to the plate holding the rest of the cookies he left behind, a sheepish grin on his face as he carefully placed the cookies he held back on top of the others he left behind. guiltily finishing the one in his mouth, he cleared his throat, almost unsure of what to say. ❝ um... i'm really sorry? they just smelled so good... ❞ he almost picked up another one, but stopped himself before sighing again. ❝ were these for byeol? haneul mentioned you might do something to impress her... i could... help make more if you want? ❞

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For your prompt list! Mikorei 12 - "We were pretending to be lovers but I’m not pretending anymore and I have to know if you feel the same way"

“RIGHT TO THE GOOD PARTS” PROMPT LIST” send me a pairing and a number and I’ll write a fic for them

Ooh, nice choice!

I love mikorei so so much I feel so blessed with all of these prompts ahh.

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12 - “We were pretending to be lovers but I’m not pretending anymore and I have to know if you feel the same way”

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“It’s just a one time thing.”

Mikoto dragged out the cigarette he had held close to his parted lips.“I’ll be forever in your debt for this, please Suoh.” Reisi spoke once more, the distance between him and the red King became almost nonexistent.Mikoto sighed in reply.“Only for the day?” Reisi nodded back to him, practically clutching onto Mikoto’s jacket.“Fine.”

Mikoto was Reisi’s last hope.The situation in hand was that Reisi needed a fake boyfriend, and fast.His mother called him day in day out- asking for his next visit, asking about this new ‘lover’ Reisi was sporting around. The problem was that there was no lover.Reisi lied through his teeth due to call after call regarding, ‘When’s my other son finally going to get himself a husband?’ , 'when are you tying the knot with someone?’ and 'It’s so nice that your brothers finally married, hey when do you plan on getting married?’He couldn’t take it anymore, and simply told his mother he had a boyfriend.Of course much to her shock and delight she asked for his name and to meet him as soon as possible.Reisi stuttered before telling her she’d introduce her to him once he visits for the evening with his new 'boyfriend.’His elated mother slammed the phone down, giggling to herself with joy, as Reisi shuddering in response to the issue.From the moment he placed the phone down he regretted even answering it, now knowing he had to find someone willing to be his pretend boyfriend for the evening. His mind set instantly to someone from SCEPTER4, but upon remembering he’d told his mother that everyone at SCEPTER4 was practically apart of his family, he decided that it’d be a bad move, not to mention the odd looks he’d receive from people. He didn’t know that Kuroh Yatogami guy well enough to ask him to be his fake boyfriend, nevertheless the factor that he saw something between him and that silver King, and there’s no way that cat girl would ever let Reisi take away Shiro for the evening. Of course his mind kept swinging to the thought of Mikoto, but he simply shook off that thought instantly, untilhe then realised that he didn’t know anyone else, and there was no way in hell he’d go over to HOMRA and ask one of the clans members there to be his fake boyfriend, specifically not in front of Mikoto, and Awashima would never forgive Reisi if he tried to get Izumo to apply.He sighed heavily, trying to stop himself from slamming his own head against his desk, before calling Mikoto up.

And here they were now, Mikoto was stood outside of his apartment- in causal clothing, about to head out to Reisi’s mothers house hand in hand as fake lovers.Reisi heard the knock of Mikoto’s rough fists against the door, and turned towards it, feeling instantly nervous and panicked about this entire thing. Namely because if they found out that Mikoto was the red King or saw between any of the lines it’d be the end of this facade. He opened the door swiftly, meeting the gaze of the red haired man, who’s look instantly showed shock.“Good evening, Suoh.” Reisi said in a almost forced chipper voice.Mikoto’s eyes stayed fixated onto Reisi, and refused to read between the lines of any of his own thoughts.“What is it?” Reisi spoke sternly.Mikoto snapped out of it and took the cigarette out of his mouth.“Haven’t seen you in normal clothes for awhile.” Mikoto scratched the back of neck, walking away from him.“There’s no need to be so shocked, it’s not like we live in our uniforms.” Reisi snickered to himself, shutting the door behind him and following after him.“I figured from the amount of times you wear it that you slept in it.”Reisi laughed.“Unlike you I have some knowledge when it comes to proper hygiene.” Reisi mused, causing Mikoto to scoff in return.

They arrived at Reisi’s parents house not long afterwards, they both excited a taxi and Reisi began straightening himself up. He was practically praying that this would all go well, as long as Mikoto didn’t act too lazy and at least play along to some extent- everything would fly by easily.Then all he had to do was answer his mothers calls and frequently mention him before stating that they broke up at some point. He knew he had to come up with another lie for their reason for breaking up, but he had to focus on the lie for actually being together first. He’d worry about that part later.

“Reisi my dear!” His mother opened the front door almost before he even finished knocking on it. His mother grasped him into a tight hug as Reisi simply replied with “Hello, mother-” Her attention instantly turned towards the scruffily dressed man with messy hair beside him, who sported a uncomfortable expression on his face.“And you must be Reisi’s boyfriend!” Mikoto’s eye twitched slightly at that title he was given and coughed awkwardly.“Yeah..” He drawled out, placing his hand out and shaking Reisi’s mother’s hand in return.She smiled widely, containing her excitement. “Suoh Mikoto.” He spoke once more as he shook her hand.“It’s a pleasure to meet you Suoh, now come inside- dinner will be ready soon.”His mother left through the door in moments. Leaving Mikoto and Reisi together.“So far so good eh?” Mikoto smirked at Reisi.Reisi sighed. “Don’t start praising yourself yet, we’ve got an entire night of this to go.”

“So Suoh, how did you two meet?”Suoh looked up from the bowl of rice he was devouring, and faced the gaze of Reisi’s father.He swallowed thickly.“Uh- w-well you see, we met at a park 3 years ago, no one else was around and we just started talking for awhile and I couldn’t keep my eyes off of him.” Mikoto was surprisingly good at this.Reisi coughed awkwardly, feeling his cheeks burn up.“Yeah, that’s basically what happened.”Mikoto looked over to Reisi, which made Reisi regret speaking as Reisi hid his face momentarily.Who knew the words 'I couldn’t keep my eyes off of him.’ Could cause Reisi to react like that.Reisi’s father nodded in return, softly smiling, his mother sat trying not to shake with joy in her seat.“Yeah, trust me ever since I first laid eyes on this guy I knew he’d be mine.” Mikoto spoke once again, this time smirking like an idiot and placing his hand on top of Reisi’s.Reisi’s mother gave a huge squeal in the background. Reisi forcefully smiled, he wasn’t blushing but he sure wished his heart wasn’t beating this fast, he sure wished he didn’t suddenly feel so light headed and dizzy.He wished he didn’t have the urge to just grip ahold of that scruffy top Mikoto was wearing and smash their lips together.He couldn’t be actually having some sort of physical or emotional attraction to him.. could he?Reisi shook himself, he had to remember that this was all pretend.Everything Mikoto was doing and saying was apart of a act.He knew in return he’d be doing something for Mikoto, they made a deal.He also wished that that fact didn’t disappoint him.

The night went well, the constant barrage of questions Mikoto received were well answered- well most of them anyway. Some questions he answered with absolute meaning and had a heartfelt tone to them, other times he just shrugged and carried on eating, and it was pissing Reisi off that every time Mikoto did something so small as to mention how pretty Reisi was, or how they’d planned on living together, or every time Mikoto touched him or ran a hand down his thigh or wrapped an arm around his waist, that Reisi suddenly felt the exact same feeling he got when Mikoto said he couldn’t take his eyes off of Reisi when they first met.They always had a strange connection between one another, a sexual tension was always present, and they’d have used each other in physical ways before.But they’d never been essentially so.. happy together, or romantic for that matter.And it was destroying Reisi that he suddenly felt all these things towards Mikoto, and what upset him even more was the fact that they were all fake.They arrived at Reisi’s house shortly afterwards.“Do you want me to pay for another taxi so you can get back to HOMRA?” Reisi offered kindly.Mikoto shook his head in return.“How about I just stay here for the night?”Reisi suddenly felt almost disappointed, he didn’t think he’d be able to take having sex with someone he’d just had such strong romantic feelings towards. It’d absolutely upset him to no end, especially knowing that all of these feelings arrived from fake affection. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”Reisi strictly remarked.Mikoto scowled.“What ever happened to 'I’d do absolutely anything’?” Reisi sighed, opening his front door and letting Mikoto follow suit.Within seconds he was pressed up against the door behind him, Mikoto’s lips brushed against Reisi’s gently, before he smashed them together instantly.Reisi kissed him back, but pulled away after a few moments.“We can’t do this.” Reisi spoke softly, his hands pushing at Mikoto’s chest.Mikoto looked at him, his eyes filling with shock. “What?” Mikoto’s voice sounded concerned for once, surprised even.“I can’t sleep with you.” Mikoto blinked slowly.“You don’t have to- I just wanted to-” Mikoto pulled away from him awkwardly and released Reisi from his grip. He scratched the back of his head slowly, feeling strangely awkward.Reisi looked down at ground slightly, and felt his own voice waver as he spoke.“I- I think I might be actually romantically interested in you, and it’s because of the stupid reason that I was so easily swayed by your fake words at my parents house tonight, so I’m sorry, I can’t bring myself to sleep with you knowing that we’ll only ever have a sexual relationship.” He was so blunt about it, it took Mikoto by surprise, but moments after what he had said set in- Mikoto felt as though he had to hold back from crying as he wrapped his arms around the man before him.Reisi made a slight sound of shock as the red Kings arms embraced him. But he never moved away.“You seriously think I’d be able to make up everything I said in there in that exact moment?” Mikoto spoke as he nuzzled into Reisi’s neck.Reisi simply stood in shock, it never really occurred to him or bothered him for that matter. But of course, there’s no way in hell that the infamous lazy red King would be able to spout such cheesy drivel to his mother off the top of his head.Mikoto meant everything he said in there. Reisi melted into Mikoto’s arms in reply, feeling slightly stupid, but also the happiest he’d ever been in a long long time.

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sometimes the boy would bring blades to his arms and push his face into a pillow so no one could hear him scream. yes, he did that sometimes, but most of the time she asked herself, why are you hurting yourself?

sometimes she could hear the father scream, but she has only ever seen his ghost and he hasn’t a clue why his son doesn’t unwear his red sweater even though it’s weeks into the summer.

most of the time she couldn’t understand.

she was 6 when she wanted to scream at his mother, how can you claim you raised this boy when you don’t even know what he does to himself.